Go ahead.
That's your copy.
I think you'll find it tough, but honest.
Your peers thought you were professional and diligent.
But some also found you... a bit standoffish,
and felt you kept leisurely hours.
Just think of it as a progress report,
a way to point towards improvement.
Improving my standoffishness?
Can I offer some advice, Alicia?
Take this seriously.
There's some worth there.
And the partners want your peers to determine future pay
and advancement...
Okay, let's go.
Excuse me?
I-I need Alicia. Let's go.
Actually... we're not finished.
Oh, yes, peer review.
How adorable.
Let's go.
DAVID: Oh,
you're staring at me.
I'm in trouble, aren't I?
1245 Loop.
Meet me in the lobby.
Don't dawdle.
Where was I?
Take this seriously.
DAVID: Portman & Michaels.
Holland, Charmin & Day.
Carlington & Associates.
Hey, Bethany.
Great day for a bake off.
David, you left your big guns at home.
Where are Will, Diane?
My God, you're right. What was I thinking?
I heard she listened to five words from Bellows & Greenberg
and kicked them out.
I'm surprised she gave them five.
Alicia! Why, there you are.
Ah, the celebrity factor. Of course.
Good luck, Bethany.
Hey, we only have a minute.
The real key here is the $31 million divorce,
but there's also a DUI.
Randall.
Happened last night.
Just say some bright words about DUIs
and don't overburden
the presentation.
Their real worry is the 31 million.
I'm sorry, who are we...?
She's ready for you. Just two.
Tim, Randall, you stay.
Alicia, let's go.
(phone ringing)
You'll have to turn off cells in the room.
Hi, Peter. I'm going into a meeting.
Hey, I just wanted to see if you could hit lunch today.
Why? Is everything all right?
Well, the Democratic Committee asked for a meeting.
Peter, that's great.
Talk about calling in the cavalry.
The campaign is just about out of money.
Eli, no one's listening.
Hey, how did that peer review go?
I'll tell you later.
I'm going into a meeting now. Okay. Bye.
Don't mention the bulimia.
David Lee from Lockhart, Gardner, Bond.
(laughs)
Your name's not above the title, Mr. Lee.
Everybody else sent partners. Everybody else
sent people who will abandon you after the first meeting.
Photos at 5:30,
after court.
Mrs. Burchfield, this is my associate, Alicia Florrick.
MRS. BURCHFIELD: Milla! Sloan!
Sandwiches!
I think you might recognize her
from her husband's scandal last year.
Uh, Peter Florrick.
Would you like to sit?
Yes, thank you.
Now I've been looking over
your ex-husband's complaint, and I would suggest
a spousal maintenance of
$300,000 a year.
How do I insulate the 31 million?
DAVID: It's not yours to split.
It's your daughter's. The...
Oh, go ahead. My daughters know all about it.
I draw up a trust,
protecting the cash from both parents.
This will be our little fiction to protect the money from him.
He stays running his restaurant in L.A.,
you maintain control of the money
through your daughter.
WOMAN: And my DUI?
DAVID: It just so happens
that Alicia here has handled
some of our most complicated DUIs.
So how much trouble am I in?
A lot.
Really?
The other guys thought it was an easy dismissal.
This is your third DUI.
They were just trying not to scare you.
SLOAN: Two were in California.
ALICIA: It doesn't matter. The State's Attorney
is gonna want a felony conviction
and 25 days at Cook County to use you as an example.
It's an election year.
You've achieved...
the wrong kind of fame.
That was diplomatic.
I'm trying very hard.
And if you weren't trying so hard?
I would say,
this is not L.A.
People here are less forgiving about underage drinking.
So you're famous?
No.
MRS. BURCHFIELD: She's the wife of that guy last year
who resigned.
With the prostitute?
Do you have kids?
Yes.
Do they want autographs?
DAVID: Funny, that's just what Alicia was saying on the way up.
She just didn't want to be rude.
(laughs)
You got to love the law.
(laughs quietly)
Alicia... good job.
Thank you.
Mr. Lee, can I ask...
this peer review for Mr. Bond...
Oh, yeah, forget it.
Small-minded people making small-minded decisions.
Yes, but I heard they're basing our salaries on it.
Could you talk to him and tell him how I did?
No. I don't like him.
But good job anyway.
PETER: So Rahm, huh?
(chuckling): Yeah, Rahm.
The fun never ceases.
So, Frank, we hope this means
that the Democratic Committee is coming off the sidelines.
We are, actually.
Good. A three-way race is a bad thing.
We agree.
That's why we need you to drop out.
We don't want Wendy Scott-Carr in.
She's a loose canon.
She's trying to jump the line.
Then tell Childs to drop out.
You're the ones down
five points in the polls.
But look at the trend.
The trend can kiss my ass.
Look, Peter, we like you.
But let's be honest. Childs is the incumbent.
He's got the power of the office.
And you're counting
on African-American votes to win, right?
You're making a mistake.
Peter, if you were in my position,
you'd make the same one.
Wendy siphons off your black votes,
you and Childs split the white vote, and she wins,
all you do is play spoiler?
Be a good soldier.
We'll guarantee you my job in six months.
That's right.
The Howard Dean deal.
Yours for the taking.
(gavel bangs over indistinct conversation)
JUDGE: Okay, okay.
Hold it down, please.
Very simply,
Ms. Burchfield's blood alcohol measured .14,
almost twice the legal limit.
Now, I don't care how Mrs. Florrick dresses her...
Objection. Sustained.
...it still indicates
a flagrant disregard for the law.
We ask for 45 days
in Cook County jail.
Your Honor, according to the police intake report,
my client's blood alcohol was only tested at the hospital
two hours after the accident...
ATTORNEY: Yes, and our experts used retrograde
extrapolation, a widely-accepted mathematical formula
for determining blood alcohol.
A formula that requires screening
for extraneous variables.
And what variables were not screened?
My client's bulimia.
Bulimia causes hypoglycemia,
which affects the way the body processes alcohol.
The plain fact is that the prosecution
can't tell whether my client was drunk
at the time of the accident or merely starving.
Oh, Your Honor, come on! Bulimia as an excuse
for drunk driving?!
We demand that the blood alc...
Bulimia, huh?
I don't know what's going on right now,
but whatever happens, don't say a word.
Sloan Burchfield,
you're under arrest for attempted murder.
A Class X felony with a minimum sentence of six years.
Oh, my God. ALICIA: Oh, come on, Cary.
Don't you think that's overreaching just a little bit?
Ms. Yarissa Morgan is in the hospital
with four broken ribs after Ms. Burchfield
attempted to murder her with her vehicle last night.
That's not overreach. That's attempted murder.
Six years.
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So, Eli's trying to cobble together some loans,
and he wants to know how much we'll put up for the campaign.
I said, at this point, nothing.
But if I took this job... (girls giggling)
In a sec, okay, hon?
Sorry. Hey, come on.
If I took this job--
Chairman of the Democratic Committee--
it pays $400,000 a year,
you wouldn't have to work.
I'd barely have to work.
It's basically a payoff to have me drop out.
But it's a lot of money.
What do you think?
I hate it.
Then don't drop out. Run.
If you have to xerox pamphlets at Kinko's, do it.
I have to go to work.
Hey...
Thank you.
(woman narrating in Chinese on computer)
GRACE: What is this?
Some Taiwanese channel.
They were showing it at Campus Faith.
It's about Sloan getting arrested
for trying to kill Yarissa Morgan.
You should see the one they did of Tiger Woods.
Do they do it on every scandal?
No, just the big ones.
(laughter) Oh, my gosh.
I wonder if they'll show your mom.
My mom? Why?
You know, as her lawyer.
(laughs)
You'll be famous.
Oh, right, yeah.
(tires screeching)
You have to get your mom to introduce us.
To Sloan? Why?
She's so, like, Disney Channel.
Not anymore.
Didn't you see that stuff on TMZ?
The lap dance?
(crying on computer)
Oh, my God, that's...
that's your mom's arm. You're famous.
No.
No, your mother's arm
is famous.
(laughing) Right.
SLOAN Who the hell are you?!
YARISSA: I'm his girlfriend,
you stupid skank! Who the hell are you?
(overlapping shouting)
(indistinct shouting, dance music playing)
It was anonymously recorded at The Quarters,
a club on West Illinois.
Police say the fight was with Yarissa Morgan,
the daughter of...
Greg Morgan.
Bulls point guard.
1999 to 2004.
Yarissa was intoxicated and
decided to sleep it off in her parked BMW.
Sloan, according to police, got into her black Escalade
and rammed it three times.
After, Sloan drove off
for five miles, and then wrapped her Escalade
around a fire hydrant.
DIANE: What does she say?
Sloan? She just made bond.
I'm questioning her this afternoon.
With a partner. This was a $30 million divorce
with a DUI afterthought.
Now it's attempted murder. Divorce is on hold.
I'll go.
Don't you have all those important peer reviews to do?
WILL: No, I'll do it.
I love Sloan.
DIANE: Big fan, are you?
Haven't you heard?
She's not just for kids anymore.
We should check if Yarissa had other enemies
at the club. With no witnesses,
we could argue someone else destroyed her car.
Also, it's only attempted murder
if Sloan knew that Yarissa was sleeping in her car.
Right. It's criminal damage
to property if she thought
she was just destroying her car.
Good, I'll look for witnesses.
* You're no rock and roll fun
* Like a party that's over
* Before it's begun...
Like a general waiting on an eight-year-old king.
I heard peer review was rough.
A bit.
How important is it?
I don't know.
We're trying to figure that out.
You think it's stupid?
I think it encourages people
to denigrate each other to save their jobs.
I read your reviews.
You didn't.
(door opens)
So...
you guys are the lawyers?
Yep. And you're the entourage.
I'm Corey.
So, if you know someone's lying,
you can't put them on the stand, right?
You can't knowingly put someone on the stand
to perjure themselves. Why?
So it's just best not to know?
There you are.
Alicia.
My God, what a day.
Mrs. Burchfield, this is one of our partners, Will Gardner.
Oh, hello.
I'm so glad you're here.
Milla was just telling us something.
I was...
I was at the club, too.
I went there because Sloan called and sounded tipsy.
Paige asked me to drive Sloan home.
Paige? Who's Paige?
MRS. BURCHFIELD: Me. We're just informal here.
Tell them what you heard.
This Yarissa girl,
she said she was going to the bathroom
to do coke, not her car.
So, you don't remember anything
from when you fought with Yarissa at the club
till when you woke up in the hospital?
Yeah. I sort of blacked out.
And at what point did you see your sister at the club?
Milla?
Yeah, she said she was there.
That Paige sent her to pick you up.
Don't put her on the stand, okay?
They would say anything to keep me out of jail.
We're opting for a bench trial.
A jury would be too quick to prejudge.
Thank you, Ms. Burchfield.
Did you like my song?
Did I...
The one you just played?
Yeah, I did.
I'm trying to party less.
Good. It's just part of the whole
climbing out of the Disney ghetto thing.
My look's too... innocent.
MANAGER: Sloan?
Time to get into uniform.
(playing piano)
Hello, Mr. Gold.
What are you doing here?
I'm humbling myself.
Really?
That doesn't sound like you.
Peter needs you.
And he gets me every Tuesday for spiritual guidance.
No.
He needs your endorsement.
He'll lose without you.
Mr. Gold, you know I don't endorse. You know that.
Eli.
Pastor Easton.
Just Jeremiah these days.
How are you doing? Good.
Actually, not so good.
I need you to talk to your son.
About an endorsement?
Yes.
Having problems with Wendy Scott-Carr?
Haven't lost it.
It never goes away.
Religion fades, not politics.
Well...
I can talk to him, but my son's his own man.
Anything you can do.
For a friend, sure.
Really? And what are you hearing?
BETHANY (on phone): The usual garbage.
Lockhart & Gardner is breaking up.
I know it's nonsense, but it never hurts to call.
It is nonsense, Bethany.
I hear the same about a dozen firms a week.
I think it's a bad idea, Derrick.
Not if we handle it right.
Handle what right?
Derrick's heard rumblings from Litigation
about Family Law getting a pass on peer review.
DERRICK: David Lee runs his department
like a fiefdom, and we indulge him.
We indulge him because he's making money
in a down economy.
We can't piss him off.
DERRICK: It's not about pissing him off.
It's about being stronger as one unit.
Moving together.
Diane?
What do you think?
I think his department should be under peer review.
We're all in this together, right?
Good. Thanks.
DERRICK: I'll get right on it.
(people clamoring)
(bangs gavel)
Sheriff. Escort out those
two gentlemen of the press.
As promised, when you disrupt my court, you lose a seat.
Think of it as our own little game of musical chairs.
Now, this is a trial,
gentlemen and ladies.
It is not a show.
It is not being performed for your amusement.
Likewise, counselors, I have been informed
that both the defendant and prosecution witnesses
have been live-tweeting this trial.
You are all under an electronic gag order.
No texting, no tweeting, no Facebook.
Is that understood?
Yes, Your Honor.
Good. Then let's go.
And you remember clearly stating
you were going to sleep in your car?
And the defendant heard you?
Yes, and she was all, "What do I care, bitch?"
And I was like, "Look, do not start with me."
Okay, I get the gist.
And waking up after ten minutes in the back seat of your car,
what did you see?
Her, driving her Caddy, slamming into me.
And did you see where she went then?
(shutter clicks)
(phone beeps and shutter clicks)
(door opens, music plays from within)
* Every time you try
* I want to say good-bye
* Even if you cry
* Then I just tell you why
* Why we're done...
Hungry33?
Yeah.
What's up? What's up?
I'm Reserve82.
Yeah, I saw you on four booth.
Yeah, I'm the mayor.
Okay.
So you must come here a lot.
Since it opened.
Were you here when that accident happened?
Oh, my God, the Sloan thing?
Yeah. Yeah.
This place has been mad jammed ever since.
So you saw the fight?
I had a front row seat.
Whoa.
Right over there.
And the other one, too.
Other one? What other one?
Well, between her and her boyfriend.
Sloan and her boyfriend?
No, no, no. Uh, Yarissa and her boyfriend.
There was another fight?
(music plays on computer)
Oh, baby.
(music stops)
(woman narrating in Chinese)
(moaning)
(woman continues narrating in Chinese)
(honking, bells ringing)
Yee-haw!
(laughing)
(people clamoring, gavel bangs)
Shut up.
Everyone.
Sheriff, another seat.
Continue, Counselor.
WILL: So no one else could have
rammed into your car that night?
Because you only fought with Sloan?
That's right.
So you didn't fight with your boyfriend that night?
That was a personal matter.
You mean, hitting your boyfriend was a personal matter?
Objection. Relevance.
Your Honor, we would argue that a fight with Ms. Morgan
is not an unusual occurrence, and there were others
who had reason to hurt her.
Yes, but only one who was driving Sloan's car.
And yet others who were driving
black Escalades.
That same night? Um, gentlemen.
If you haven't noticed,
this is a courtroom, and I am a judge.
Now, I'm going to give you a little leeway, here,
Counselor, but only because I'm curious.
The police found traces
of paint from a black Escalade on your car.
But isn't it possible that that could have come
from accidents prior to that night?
Nuh-uh.
I'm sorry.
Does "nuh-uh" mean "no"?
Then say "no."
No.
It was a brand-new car.
And I hadn't been in any previous accidents.
This is a valet slip.
It's actually your valet slip from the night in question.
You see these marks on the back?
The valet makes them so they don't get blamed
for previous damage.
But those are scratches. And dents.
From previous accidents?
From bumping things.
Not from previous accidents. Well, according to this,
you had dents on your front fender,
both side doors, and, most significantly,
since this is where you accuse my client
of damaging your car, on the rear fender.
She did this to me.
No further questions.
(whispers): You're the man.
(whispers): I am the man.
Ms. Scott-Carr.
We should probably talk.
About what, ma'am?
Your ambitions.
I need you.
To beat Childs, I need you as my campaign manager.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm working for a campaign.
Yes, and I probably should wait until it's officially over,
but I need somebody now.
I know the Democratic Committee
has rejected Peter, and I know that your reserves
are almost exhausted.
You're asking me to abandon him?
I am.
Join me.
So, does she wear panties?
Who?
Does Sloan wear panties?
Paris Hilton tweeted that
she didn't wear panties to court yesterday.
Well, I don't know, but my guess is she did wear panties.
And she said Sloan flashed the judge.
I think you need to stop reading Paris Hilton's tweets.
Yeah, maybe you should move her computer
into the living room.
So, what's she like?
She's fine; she's a client.
Yeah, but... is she nice?
I don't know. She asked whether you guys wanted autographs.
You told her about us?
No, she just asked if I had kids
and whether you'd like an autograph.
What did you say?
I said I didn't think
you would. Alicia!
What?
Mom. I want one.
No, that's not what you said. You said "Alicia."
Yeah, but it was just for emphasis. No, no.
No emphasis.
I'm Mom.
So, could I meet her?
(laughs): No. She's just a client.
Since when did you become so interested
in Sloan? I don't know. She's famous.
ALICIA: Okay, I have to get to work.
I love you both.
Don't knock over any liquor stores today, okay?
I love you, too, Alicia.
It was a joke.
(quietly): It was a joke.
ZACHARY: Nice. (Grace laughs)
DERRICK: Go ahead. That's your copy.
I think you'll find it tough but honest.
Hello, David.
I am in the middle of a meeting.
What's your square footage here?
I-I don't know.
Can we talk about this after my meeting?
I'm just trying to see if it's big enough
for my second secretary.
Allison, can you put David on the schedule?
It's okay, Allison.
You see, it's this simple.
You peer review even one more of my people...
I'll take your job.
They're not your people.
(snickers)
We should talk.
We should.
JUDGE CUESTA: Please call your next witness.
Yes, Your Honor.
Corey Lutz.
Just say it's your mom. It's not going to matter.
Of course it will matter. They'll let us in.
She's just a lawyer. Shh.
CARY: And aren't you part
of the Sloan entourage, Miss Lutz?
COREY: I don't like that word,
but, yes, I think of her as a friend.
And yet, you were faced with a moral dilemma here, weren't you?
There, that's her.
Here hair's longer than I thought.
COREY: Yuh-huh.
JUDGE: And "Yuh-huh," that would be "yes"?
Yes. GRACE: Who's that?
Corey Lutz. She used to be Sloan's backup singer.
Sloan confessed to me that she did it. SHANNON: Where's your mom?
I just see a guy. She wanted to kill Yarissa so she rammed her car.
I don't know. Maybe she's out today.
Maybe she's not a real lawyer.
Maybe she just has a secret life. (laughing) Shh.
Oh, Grace, look. ALICIA: Good afternoon, Miss Lutz.
Hi. You know the penalty for perjury, Miss Lutz,
don't you? I do.
That's why I'm telling the truth.
Good.
So let me just ask you one simple question.
How much do you weigh?
Objection. Relevance.
Your Honor,
the credibility of the witness
is the only question here.
Okay, I'd like to hear the answer.
What was the question? Your weight.
How much do you weigh?
I weigh 110 pounds.
Are you sure?
Because this copy of your driver's license says
you weigh 122 pounds.
I've purged since then.
ALICIA: I see.
Then let me ask you one more question.
How old are you?
What do you mean?
I mean what's your age?
Twenty-two.
Your driver's license says you're 28.
I know. It's wrong.
Miss Lutz, you do know you're under oath.
I do.
Yeah. And you still swear you're 22?
I do.
The DMV is all screwed up.
No further questions.
Your mom's bitchin'.
Let me explain why I think you should endorse me, Pastor.
Your halfway house on 78th Street,
your food kitchen, they're struggling.
If I get your endorsement,
I'll make this my home.
I'll be here in these pews listening to your concerns.
It's... it's real access.
Now I know you've been acting
as a spiritual shepherd to Peter Florrick.
And I respect that.
And I would agree to wait
until after Peter quits the race to announce any endorsement.
Do you have any questions?
No.
Thank you for coming by.
No, no, thank you.
Um, I think both of our mothers worked with Dr. King.
(phone ringing)
Pastor Isaiah? How are you?
I was...
Yes, we still want your endorsement.
Yes!
You okay?
I'm the tough one.
Milla's sensitive.
We're doing well.
I know.
Thanks.
GRACE: Mom...
Grace, I...
What are you doing here?
How did you get here?
Oh, we took the bus.
Shannon lives right by here.
Grace, you don't just come here.
GRACE: But we finished school. We came right after.
Shannon really wanted to meet her.
This isn't how we do things.
You ask me, and I would bring you.
So, Alicia, this is your kid?
Yes. Grace, this is Sloan.
Your mom's a great lawyer.
Thanks.
I really like your music.
Oh, this is Shannon.
Hey. Hi.
Um, can I ask you something?
Me? Sure.
Do you believe Jesus is Lord?
Okay, thank you, Shannon. If you could just read
these pamphlets. You have such an impact on kids.
Grace, take Shannon outside,
and wait for me out there.
I will be there to talk to you.
Don't be mad.
I get that a lot.
No, she should have told me.
How old?
My daughter's 14.
She looks older.
So that's what, high school?
No, middle school.
She seems... nice.
She is.
JUDGE CUESTA: Everyone front and center now.
What's going on?
WILL: Your Honor, this was just brought to our attention.
CUESTA: And of course, that makes it better.
We would urge this court to revoke bail.
Your Honor, that would be an overreaction.
To a clear defiance of my orders? Really, Counselor?
And what would the proper penalty be for this--
"Corey is such the bitch.
"Went panty-less in court
just to rebel." WILL: Your Honor, if I may...
Mr. Gardner, when I order something, I want it followed.
SLOAN: I'm sorry, Your Honor.
It was just for my fans. It won't happen again.
Well, you're damn right it won't
happen again because in lockup, they won't let you tweet.
SLOAN: No, please...
Young lady, your whole life, people have allowed you
to make excuses. Well, that ends today.
Bail has been revoked.
Sheriffs.
No, no...
Mom, Mom, tell them no!
Mom!
Just wanted to drop by quickly
to respond to your kind job offer.
Good. Come on in.
How about we make an announcement together Friday?
How about right now?
What do you mean?
My announcement: Kiss my ass.
That's it.
Stupid, stupid mistake, Peter.
I don't think so.
I have the Lord in Christ endorsement.
Why don't you ask Daley what that means
to the African-American community.
You're lying.
Where are we in finding
Yarissa's other enemies at the club?
We need a suspect.
Look, as far as I can tell,
there were three other Escalades at the club that night.
Two of them are undamaged and accounted for,
but the third, for the moment, isn't.
Interesting.
It was driven by a Danush Nikad,
a 23-year-old college dropout from Iranian money.
Please tell me he went back to Iran.
He went back to Iran.
You want to see a picture?
Will I like it?
How's that for a suspect?
(snickering)
Okay, if I pursue this,
no one's going to uncover his Escalade?
Point out it was never in an accident?
KALINDA: I can't promise anything,
but I can't locate it.
Okay. We have to get this into evidence.
What's up?
They've been talking a lot.
So?
Something's brewing.
You're being paranoid.
(buzzer sounds)
Can you tell them I'm not like that?
Tell the judge it's just an act.
I'm not a bad girl.
I will.
Is my mom here?
I don't know.
I'll go look.
I'm afraid.
(indistinct voice over P.A.)
I know, honey.
I know.
(buzzer sounds)
Are you going in?
Not yet.
KALINDA: He drove a black Escalade, too.
We think he went back to Iran.
We can't locate the car.
WILL: We feel like if we could just
place him at the club fighting with Yarissa,
that would turn things around.
We know Milla was at the club.
We thought she might have seen him.
Milla, you said something about
another fight, didn't you?
Did he look like this guy?
MILLA: Yeah.
(grunts)
(sighs)
GRACE: Sorry about today.
I didn't know she'd do that.
That's okay.
How are you?
Me? I'm good.
You'd tell me if I was working too much, right?
I'm going to be a lawyer.
Really?
You were great today in court.
I didn't feel so great.
No, you were great.
Sometimes I don't like everything I have to do.
What do you have to do?
I don't know, like...
pretend something is true that isn't.
Yeah, sounds kind of like school.
(laughs) (laughs)
Well, that is very comforting.
Like, I'm gonna have to go to a good law school, right?
Like NYU or Georgetown or something?
To be a lawyer? Yeah.
And what else?
Like, what should I study now?
I'll see what books I can find you.
ALICIA: And then what did you see, Milla?
MILLA: Well,
I saw Yarissa Morgan go out to her car and get in it.
And that's when you saw the man?
The one you've identified as Danush Nikad?
Yeah, the bearded guy.
The one I saw fighting Yarissa.
And he went out into the parking lot, too.
ALICIA: And then what happened?
Well, I was starting to go find Sloan
to take her home, when I heard a crash, so I ran
to the parking lot, and I saw this black car racing off.
There were, like, these sparks
when it hit a wall.
And why didn't you come forward with this earlier?
Well, I wanted to, but my sister worries
about me being in the spotlight.
ALICIA: Thank you.
CARY (sighs): In the Rolling Stone
interview of your sister, she states:
"Yeah, in high school,
Milla and I were always covering for each other."
So, Milla, tell me, is that what's going on here?
You're covering for Sloan?
MILLA: No.
CARY: Right, because there's a crazed Iranian driver out there.
WILL: Objection, Your Honor.
KALINDA: Milla did it.
She wasn't lying about being at the club.
Sloan was too drunk to drive, so Milla drove.
She was the one who rammed into Yarissa's car.
How do you know?
Because the police never said anything
about the Escalade sparking
as it scraped the wall on the way out.
She knew because she was driving the car.
Sloan's injuries from that night-- bruises
here and here-- consistent
with being in the passenger seat,
not the driver's seat.
I also tracked Milla's cell phone records.
She made two calls at the time of Sloan's crash.
To her mother.
She crashed the car, phoned her mother,
and her mother told her to get out of there.
No.
Are you sure?
You know the person I mistrust the most?
The one I steal away from someone else.
If I betray Peter, you'll never trust me.
I'll never trust me.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I can offer you a few names.
Eli!
Who did you get?
Pastor Isaiah.
He endorsed yesterday.
I don't believe you.
Believe.
You blacked out.
You weren't even driving the car-- Milla was.
She rammed into Yarissa, angry with her for fighting with you.
Milla then crashed into a light pole.
She then phoned your mother.
They decided that she should get out of there;
let you take the blame for the false DUI.
So they left me.
What do you want to do?
(sniffs)
How long would she get?
Milla?
Well, unfortunately, she already testified
that she saw Yarissa in her BMW.
Two years.
Maybe less.
ALICIA: We'll call the state's attorney, tell him what we know.
No.
I want to think about it.
Sloan, as your lawyer...
I want to think about it.
She couldn't survive in here.
She'll come around.
To what? What's the right thing?
She didn't do it.
You would let your sister go to jail?
If she was guilty.
Wouldn't you?
You ever thought about buying Diane out?
Why would I?
Because she has an aging client list.
It's just as healthy as mine.
Yours is diversified.
Is this about David Lee? Just ignore him.
I'm heading to Washington for a few weeks,
get a few ducks in a row, and then...
I'm coming back... with something big.
Something that will change this firm.
And I want you on board.
What is it?
A spaceship?
My goal is a legal behemoth.
A Chicago/D.C. alliance that will overshadow all others.
And I want your help.
Think about it.
Perfection.
Son.
Hey, Dad.
What's up?
Well, the church board is...
unhappy with your endorsement, son.
Really?
Was this before or after you talked to them?
They don't understand
why you prefer Florrick over Wendy Scott-Carr.
She put politics before religion. He didn't.
They think you're putting
your own personal feelings before the church.
And what do "they" want?
They want...
me, son.
GUARD: Make it quick, ladies.
You didn't need to do this.
I know.
I wasn't going to tell. I know.
Take care of mom.
SLOAN: It won't be that long.
GUARD: Miss? You have to go.
Visit me, okay?
(lock buzzes)
Sloan.
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