The Good Wife (2009–2016): Season 1, Episode 11 - Infamy - full transcript

Previously on the Good Wife:

The state

has recently received
evidence that the defendant

has attempted to interfere
with the judicial process.

Bail is hereby denied.

I thought I'd be leaving with you.

It's a betrayal.

Maybe it's from mom's work.

This is getting crazy.

Is that dad? They're
just trying to scare mom.

Maybe there's a reason
she should be scared.



Do we tell mom?

They sent them to hurt her, so I say no.

Hello, America. I'm Duke Roscoe.

As always, I swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.

I turned away from my
shopping cart for a second,

and she was gone.

Three months
ago, two-year-old

Jamie Willens disappeared.

Her mother Cheryl
claimed she was snatched

from her shopping cart in
a Chicago grocery store.

Someone kidnapped my baby girl.

The police looked high and low for Jamie

and this mysterious kidnapper.



If you have Jamie, please...
please bring her home.

And they found nothing, why?

Because she's lying, people!

She killed her kid.

Shorter clips. Make it shorter clips.

Grab the attention of the jury.

Cheryl Willens killed her baby,
and I have learned the reason

Ms. Willens was in the store at all:

To buy condoms.

Don't need that.

Just cut it off at "killed her baby."

Cheryl Willens' freedom,

the murdering mom took her own life,

hanging herself from her closet door.

He's a prince, isn't he?

The gift that keeps on giving.

Do you have him from last night?

Uh... the last file.

Aw, come on, you know you're just

managing a disaster here.

It's the network lawyer

making one last stab at a settlement.

You've been shedding advertisers

like a dog sheds fleas.

Good thing we have a
lot of fleas to shed.

You really want to go to court?

Your client committed suicide,

and you're just looking
for someone to blame.

And anyway, I just got in from
L.A. and ordered a massage.

Why would I want to go back so fast?

What are you doing at
that network anyway?

You used to be the cool
one with all the tattoos.

I'm still the cool one.

Shh. I'm listening to your client.

You know what?

I'm glad she's dead.

That's right,

because the more guilty
people who commit suicide,

the less will crowd the courts.

Intent, disregard.

You've got a client that's
out of control, Emily.

He's not my client; the
network is my client.

Yeah, well, tell your client

their spokesman is
doing everything he can

to raise the settlement
amount-right now we're at...

$3 million.

After Duke's show tonight, my guess is

it'll be up to five.

Give me a call.

We're not in a position to be
charging retail. Don't worry,

she'll come in at 2.5.

Will that be enough?

He wants to go to trial.

Talk to him... tell
him how unpredictable

a trial is.

Yeah, Cary, just roll
back that one piece.

I want to see what I missed before.

Yeah, I want to go...

Just, uh, want to be ready
for cross-examination.

I figure he'll try to make
me out to be a money-grubber.

Don't you think?

Tim, I don't think we
want to go to trial.

Why? It's hard to go up against

Duke's right of free speech.

Yes, but, we'll... we'll have
the jury's sympathy, right?

We're more likely to get

a fair settlement if
we don't go to trial.

But a trial will keep
Jamie's face out there.

I know she's been
missing a year and a half,

but I still think my daughter's alive.

You know he's still on the tv

saying that my wife is burning in hell?

I know.

And people say, "don't watch it."

But he has fans, and...

People still phoning me.

And I don't have a tv show,

and I don't have
anybody to listen to me.

And I can answer him in court.

Tim, you don't want to
be obsessing on this.

You talked about using
that settlement money

to search for your daughter.

If we settle now, that's
money you could use.

If you go to court, I
don't know if you'll ever...

You think I should do this?

Settle?

Yeah.

What happened?

Lots. Where were you?

Oh, with Tim.

That's right. How is he?

He's fine. What happened?

Yeah, yeah, come on, come
on, I'll get you caught up.

The network lawyers are
coming over in an hour.

That clip from last night
really did the trick.

They're settling?

Conference room in an hour.

I don't even think they
watch their own show.

They're afraid of the bad publicity.

I'm borrowing you.

You're...?

I'm sorry.

Kettle corn for you.

Tell him to wait, Margie.

David Lee. Family law.

Oh, right. I'm so sorry.

You're the divorce lawyer.

Yes, I'm the divorce lawyer.

Uh, yes, well, let him read a magazine.

We're starting up a softball league,

and I want to know if you're
up for playing first base?

Joking.

I need you at a meet and greet

in 45 minutes to hand-hold a client.

Upstairs.

Oh, uh, wait, um,

I've got a settlement
on the Duke Roscoe case

in an hour, so... yes, at the
moment, we're the only department

that makes money, so we outrank.

See you in 45 minutes.

Did you want this closed?

I'm tired of being the one who
has to hand-hold the clients.

You know, they send me off to get
a client to agree to do something

I... I'm not even involved with,

because they send me off
to han d-hold the client.

You're babbling.

I know. Thank you.

Look, it's not a conspiracy.

You're good at it.

That's what my brother used
to say to get me to do chores:

"Alicia's good at it."

I've worked

two months on this Duke case,
and now that they're settling,

I'm off on some divorce case,
and Cary gets all the Glory.

Yeah.

Life stinks.

Door.

Okay... we don't need

to make this any bigger than it is.

The network doesn't want
a long, drawn out trial.

We would like to move on.

You mean from Cheryl Willens' suicide

or the loss of ten sponsors?

You don't need to sell
anymore; we're here.

That wasn't selling; that was
rubbing it in. Over the phone,

will and I talked about $2 million.

Actually, we talked about $3 million

and a retraction.

Oh. I must have misheard.

The network might be able to go to 2.5,

but any retraction would have to
be worked out separately with Duke.

We only advise on content.

Well, then you might have to throw in...

Something extra? Then...

Let's haggle.

Mind you, I've had my share
of vengeful husbands as well.

Alicia, there you are.

Carla Browning.

Hello, Mrs. Florrick.

I think I'm a fan.

Thank you. I think.

Chocolate raisins?

No, thank you.

It's funny,

most divorce lawyers have kleenex.

Yes. I find it harder
for my clients to cry

when their mouths are filled with M&M's.

Have you been to many divorce
attorneys, Ms. Browning?

A few.

My husband and I seem to
have a series of relapses...

him swearing to change, me forgiving,

him forgetting, both of us repeating.

I think I'm done.

Morning.

Point me in the direction
of the settlement conference.

I moved out about a week ago,

and he's been calling at all hours.

Morning. Threatening calls,

saying inappropriate things

to our sons. I understand.

But I must warn you, filing
for a restraining order

against your husband could set the stage

for a very ugly divorce.

Mr. Roscoe, we didn't expect you.

Don't get up... I'll
just, uh, help myself

back here.

We would need Mr. Willens to agree

to not speak to the press, of course.

You got any cream cheese?

Jennette?

Can you get some cream
cheese for Mr. Roscoe, please?

And, uh, fruit. Uh, pineapple.

Pineapple, too. And a bib.

Got it.

Mr. Willens would have to agree

to no future civil action.

All this is outlined

in paragraph six, um,

if you'd take a look at
that paragraph right there.

I just want to add

that there will be no
formal retraction agreement,

and the amount is subject to change...

I'm curious... what is the amount?

How much you guys paying?

$2.5 million.

Whoa.

Wow. Is Mr. Willens gonna be
paying that out of his own pocket,

or is your law firm
gonna be helping him out?

Mr. Roscoe. Hmm?

The network

would prefer to handle this... quietly.

Love quietly.

That's why I'm gonna say this quietly.

If the network pays

one red commie cent,

I'm gonna quit the network,

and I'm gonna take my nine
million viewers with me.

If I have to broadcast from a barge

off the coast of South Carolina,

I'll do it,

rather than surrender
my right of free speech.

This isn't about revenge.

I don't want to hear any
more excuses, all right?!

My husband is a very dangerous man,

and I'm scared.

You understand that, don't you,

Mrs. Florrick?

I do?

About my husband.

That was meant to be a compliment.

Hush money? Making me look
like... um... who is your husband?

Oh, I thought David told you.

And I just assumed. Alicia, I'm sorry.

My married name isn't browning.

It's childs.

Her husband is Glenn Childs,

the state's attorney.

And they're not going to be very happy!

Carla thought you'd be sympathetic.

David is being euphemistic.

Given how Glenn's been acting,

I thought I'd need a secret weapon.

Come on! And that would be me?

Yes.

Don't tell me to sit down!

Okay. I don't want to sit down!

The appeal is looking good.

We may not even need
to put you on the stand.

The more I can make this a battle

between childs and me and
not about sex, then I win.

Sounds smart.

What's the matter?

What happens next?

You win the appeal and...?

And I get a new trial.

Right. You get Bond.

I want to go home, Alicia.

What does that look like?

Home? What does it look like?

Looks like family.

And you want to run again?

I don't know.

People want me to run.

I'm working on a divorce
case, Peter, and I just...

I see how easily people
fall back into old habits.

But that won't happen to us.

Why won't we?

Because we see the problem.

And we'll know how to avoid it.

I have to go.

All rise for the
honorable judge Abernathy.

Uh, no, no.

Please, everybody, sit.

My goodness.

We're crowded today.

I think that, uh, has something
to do with me, Your Honor.

Yes, Mr. Roscoe, I do
believe you're right.

Well, you're welcome.

Thank you, your honor.

All I want is a fair
shake, even though, uh,

I would imagine our politics,

uh, are night and day.

Your honor, is Duke
representing himself here?

No, no, it's all right, Mr. Gardner.

A smidgen of informality
is, uh, allowed us all.

And yes, Mr. Roscoe, I clearly admit

that we probably would
agree on very little,

but this court is a blind court,
and I will endeavor to be fair.

Thank you.

Talk about playing the refs.

Yep, he's good.

Your honor, the defense
moves for a summary dismissal

based on the first amendment.

The plaintiff would
deny Mr. Roscoe the right

to speak his mind... no, your honor.

We want to deny Mr. Roscoe
the right to slander and lie.

The truth is an absolute defense.

I've been nothing but truthful
about that child killer.

Your honor, if you're gonna yell "fire"

in a crowded theater, there
damn well better be a fire.

Okay, counselors, thank you.

Uh, a second.

It's like Lucy with the football.

He's gonna screw us again.

Mr. Gardner, you argue
that the first amendment

guarantees the right to speak
but not the right to lie.

I agree with that statement.

But our case will be decided on

very narrow grounds, Mr.
Gardner, Ms. Lockhart.

Uh, to use your example,
it's not enough to prove

that there was no fire in the theater.

You must also prove

that Mr. Roscoe knew there was no fire

or had a reckless
disregard for the facts.

Okay, Cary, Kalinda,

this now turns into
a fact-finding case.

Who was leaking Duke all his information

in the police investigation?

We need to find out what he was given

so we can prove he was lying.

Oh, and, Alicia,

you keep on Tim.

Hand-hold him, make sure
he stays on the reservation.

Actually, Alicia needs to

split her time with the childs' divorce.

Oh, right.

Okay, Cary, you stay with him.

Hand-hold him.

Yes. The woman is a murderer.

Nothing else matters.

Look, we all want to save face here,

so let's chat.

Outside the spotlight; Duke
can't know; just you and me.

And if any money changes
hands, it's out of the press.

Can we have a secret handshake?

8:00 tonight, my hotel.

Mm. Cheryl Willens killed her child.

Your spray pattern's
like a fingerprint, K.

Hi, Frank.

What do you need?

Why do you think I need anything?

There's eight open alleys,
you're in the one next to me.

Willens kidnapping, everything you got.

And what do I get out of it?

Satisfaction from doing the right thing.

It's an ongoing investigation.

The lindbergh baby is
an ongoing investigation.

What do you need?

The 911 tapes?

Yeah, the 911 tapes.

And the investigative reports.

They're under lock and key.

Upstairs is upset

that someone's leaking this stuff

to Duke Roscoe.

Okay.

Two shots; whoever hits closest.

I win,

you give me everything.

911 and the reports.

And if I win?

Okay, you first.

Go for it.

Not bad. Your turn.

That's right, you're a heart man, Frank.

Put up or shut up, K.

Let me start by saying,
although this office

may not have the
trappings of a courtroom,

both parties have agreed to arbitration,

and as such, my decisions
have the force of law.

Do both parties understand?

We seem to be only one party.

As you know, Mrs. Childs,

your husband is a busy man.

He's asked me, as his lead attorney,

to handle matters in his stead.

There are no matters
to handle in his stead.

You signed a prenuptial
agreement, Mrs. Childs.

The only matter to discuss
is when are you moving out.

The matter to discuss

is the amount of Carla's spousal support

and whether she's going
to allow Mr. Childs

to visit his children at all.

You seem to be taking for granted

that my client would ignore
a legally-executed contract.

Why would he do that, Mrs. Childs?

Because of her.

Tell your client

that if he doesn't make it

to our next arbitration,
I will tell Mrs. Florrick

what I found on his laptop.

Is that supposed to scare him?

Yes.

So you're using me for leverage.

Yes.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

It makes me mistrustful.

So use me back.

I know exactly what
you're going through.

I... my uncle died.

Hardest day of my life.

Ruptured ulcer.

The whole... the...

God.

Then my aunt insisted
on having an open casket.

I have no idea why.

To get to see the dead body?

You are playing with fire.

Who let you in here?

It's my family.

Let me show you the way out, Mr. Childs.

You're poisoning her against me.

You want to talk to me,

you phone my assistant and
you make an appointment,

but don't you ever come into my office

without my permission.
You know, she was fine.

Carla was happy until you talked to her.

Oh, my God.

Are you blind?

I have two sons. Don't you touch me!

I have a life!

You know those envelopes
on your doorstep...

they're just the beginning.
I have a lot more.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play stupid with me.

Those photos, the dvds...

I have eight years of evidence.

Then use it!

Who's stopping you?

Security, 27th floor, please.

You want to make this about family?

Fine. I can make it about family, too.

Look, well,

your only play is to win
the sympathy of the jury.

They get so outraged, they
ignore jury instructions,

and they award your
poor widower something.

Actually, I have another play.

Hmm?

I make your network look so bad,

they pay the four million.

Four million, is it now?

Uh-huh, and that's cheap. Mm.

Did I tell you I just got a 911 tape

of a distraught Cheryl
Willens phoning the police

about her missing daughter?

Now I know you're bluffing.

Yep.

Just me and a tape recorder
doing a great imitation

of a panicked mom.

So did it hurt to have it removed?

Your tattoo.

No, it's still there.

Makeup.

What's up? My feet are killing me...

You should get some
custom fit orthotics.

I can't afford that.

Let Duke's head cool and
I'll get you the two million.

Nah, I think I'll take
a chance with this jury.

I'll send you the 911 tape.

I was talking to Hannah
Morris back from the old firm.

Wow.

That really got bigger, huh?

It's my monopoly board.

I keep buying property.

Hannah said you've been on
some kind of sexual sabbatical

for the last six months.

That's funny.

Now, how would Hannah know that?

The woman keeps tabs on you, will.

How far down does it go?

Pretty far.

So we're not gonna get any
work done tonight, are we?

That's up to you.

Be right back.

Yeah, what's up, Diane?

You near a tv? Check out Duke.

Why?

What's he... what's he saying now?

I can't do it justice.

... hypocrisy from a bunch of

limo liberal lawyers at
Stern, Lockhart & Gardner.

And as always, I have left it to you,

my civilian journalists

to come up with something on will
Gardner. I have left it to you,

yeah, I get it; he's
got a big megaphone.

So we just got to take it, thick skin...

Here's will gardner
sneaking into a hotel room

with the wife of the hooker-loving,

toe-sucking state's
attorney, Peter Florrick.

Truth is the absolute defense.

Well, that explains the sabbatical.

It was that rape case, the one we lost.

We were asking questions at the hotel.

Seems perfectly innocent.

Okay, can we do some work now?

I'm serious.

It was that case, Christy Barbosa.

And of course it
required going to a hotel.

We were asking questions.

It's what led us to the witness.

So you're sleeping with will?

Please, God, no, no!

Where is your location, ma'am?

You need to tell me your location.

Uh, a market. I'm... I'm in quick mart.

My... my baby, she's gone!

Okay, ma'am, an officer is on the way.

I'll need you to stay on the line.

I told her she was bad.

The last thing I to... oh, God!

She... she was crying and...

Please, God, please!

Oh, God! She was crying. Please, God.

Mom?

You all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I just, uh... you couldn't sleep?

Oh, sweetheart.

How are you doing at school?

Good.

Are you getting a divorce?

No, no. That's just a case.

Who's Will Gardner?

Another Google alert?

Yeah.

It's just a misunderstanding.

He's my boss. We were
working on a case, and we went

to a hotel to ask some questions.

And now people are trying to
make it into something it's not.

Zach says you went to a divorce lawyer.

Yes.

When I was angry, a week
after everything happened.

But you're not angry now?

No.

I'm just trying to be... collected.

All right. Good night.

Oh.

Good night, sweetheart.

Grace?

Did anything come for me at
the apartment that I didn't get?

Like what?

I don't know. A package or something?

No.

Good night.

Good night, sweetheart.

The 911 tape has no
probative value, your honor.

It is a naked attempt to
inflame the passions of the jury,

and gain sympathy for his client.

Cornerstone of our case

is that Duke Roscoe was knowingly wrong

on the facts. We need the 911 tape

to show his facts were,
at the very least, wrong.

Your honor, I know you will
try to be impartial here

despite your political
differences with my client.

Oh, come on. Stop playing
the ref, all right?

And stop carrying out a
jeremiad against my client.

What?

He obviously caught you
with your pants down,

and now you want to...

Okay, you two.

Such fireworks here.

Your honor,

all we ask for is a compromise.

That will prove to us your fairness.

What compromise?

Either we play the tape or we don't.

"Please, God. No, no.

My baby is gone. I..."

"I would like to help you, ma'am,

but I need your location."

I want to shoot myself.

"Oh, God.

"Oh, God.

I need help now."

"Ma'am, are you?"

"My God, my God."

Unintelligible.

The nice thing about liberals,

they love to compromise.

Duke was clearly leaked
the police report.

But there are holes in the report

he's filling in from other sources.

What sources?

I don't know. He has a
lot of anonymous sources

on his web site.

Civilian journalists with
e-mails like patrickhenry76,

reaganrules, thedukesman.

I say we put the son
of a bitch on the stand.

Where am I going?

Hey, Bob. Can you tell
me where I'm going?

There's no court hearing today.

Am I moving cells?

You are.

Glenn.

Peter.

We're trying to end the coddling
of high-profile prisoners.

So you're putting me in with
the general population, huh?

Yes.

It's a bit of a clumsy
move, isn't it, Glenn?

You know, even at our worst,

we never went after
each other's families.

I'm the one in prison.

I'm not going after anyone.

Hmm.

I love my wife.

I love my children.

But your wife is leading
her toward a divorce.

She's Carla's divorce lawyer.

Okay.

So, now we want the gloves to come off?

I didn't know they weren't.

So you've got me in general population

because my wife is your wife's attorney?

Hey, Glenn.

You wanted the prize.

You wanted the office.

So enjoy the spoils.

I swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth. So help me God.

Mr. Roscoe, on your show of August 15,

did you say, "Jamie
Willens was never seen

"on the convenience store video

because her mother killed
her earlier that night."

You have the transcript
right there in your hand,

Mr. Gardner.

I do, don't I?

There you are.

Yes, to the best of
my memory, Mr. Gardner,

I said the words you just there quoted.

And this was on the same program

you accused the president
of the United States

of being a terrorist.

Objection, your honor.

The answer is yes.

The answer to what is yes?

Yes, that's the same program

where I called the president of
the United States a terrorist.

And yes, Emily,

I can see there are
black people on the jury.

Thank you, Mr. Roscoe.

So, to the best of your knowledge,

do the Chicago police
consider Mrs. Willens a suspect

in the disappearance of her daughter?

Isn't the pc term "person of interest"?

Let me just keep this
real simple for you.

Knock once for yes.

Twice for no.

Isn't anyone going to object?

Okay, actually, I don't want
anyone knocking in my court.

Now, Mr. Roscoe,

when you publicly accused
Cheryl Willens of murder,

what evidence did you have
that the prosecutors didn't?

The prosecutor has to convince the jury.

I'm a commentator. I only
have to convince myself.

And so once you convince yourself,

it's a fact?

Yes.

Look.

I rely on the police records.
I also have other sources.

How else would I know
that Cheryl Willens

tried to get a third trimester abortion?

What other sources?

What?

You just said you have other sources.

What other sources?

Objection,

your honor.

Under the shield law of Illinois,

reporters do not have
to reveal their sources.

But, your honor, Mr. Roscoe just said

he's a commentator, not a reporter.

I don't care what he said.

Mr. Roscoe is a journalist.

We respectfully ask the
court to compel Mr. Roscoe

to reveal what other
information he received

about Cheryl Willens
and where he got it.

You're asking me to pierce
the shield law, Miss Lockhart?

Your Honor, U.S. V.
Lewis "scooter" Libby.

The court ordered New York
Times reporter Judith Miller

to reveal her sources.

I never thought I'd see the day

when you would side with
Bush and Cheney, counselor.

It is an established precedent,
Your Honor. That is all.

Bizarre.

Mr. Roscoe has managed

to outmaneuver you on the left.

I guess I'm overruling you, counselors.

Mr. Roscoe, you may keep
your sources confidential.

Thank you.

It's not true.

Cheryl never tried to get an abortion.

Ever.

Is it possible, Tim...

And please excuse me
for asking the question

because I know we've really bonded

over these last few days.

Is it possible Cheryl kept it from you?

No. Don't you see?

Now you're buying into Duke's lies, too.

We just want to trace

the source of the story.

We need to show that Duke

was being reckless with the truth.

Is there any truth to it?

Look, I took her to her
clinic visits myself.

All right, I would have known

if she tried to get
a late-term abortion.

Or any kind of abortion.

Which clinic?

I love you, Carla.

Can't we work this out
without all these people?

David and Alicia are my attorneys.

How many divorces have
you handled, Mrs. Florrick?

Actually, this is my first one.

Then I should carefully explain

that when a wife signs
a prenuptial agreement,

she has forfeited her ability...

Alicia, you're probably
wondering how Glenn found out

about Amber Madison.

Carla! I don't want him to talk anymore.

Ma'am, that's not for you to determine.

Shut up.

Good.

Now, I want you to drop the prenup

and negotiate a fair settlement.

It is a fair settlement.
So, on Glenn's computer,

there's a file devoted
exclusively to Peter.

Okay, okay. 20% of my assets?

I keep the house.

And something called triton Fields.

Carla, this...

This is illegal. What
are you going to do,

arrest the mother of your children?

Okay to the house.

Full custody.

I need time.

12 hours. And then
Alicia and I will sit down

and have a nice, long chat.

I'm so sure that Cheryl
Willens killed her daughter

that I am now offering $100,
000 from my own pocket...

He's influencing the jury.

You don't think one or two
of them are watching this?

To anybody who has
even a shred of evidence

that Jamie Willens is still alive.

It's called the truth, folks.

Look at Stern, Lockhart & Gardner.

Oh, here we go.

That's what our citizen
journalists have been doing.

They've been looking.

Who has spent the last
two months in detox?

Who has cheated on their tax return?

Who's a closeted lesbian?

So, tune in tomorrow

and we'll find out exactly who
has trouble facing the truth.

Yeah, I remember Cheryl.

Good girl. So sad what happened.

You did say you're
working with Tim Willens?

Yeah, he wants to clear her name.

So, when did she last come in?

March '07, her third trimester.

Her third?

Was that a regular exam?

Cheryl was spotting.

Nothing unusual,

but the poor girl was so
afraid of losing her baby

that she didn't even tell Tim about it.

Do you know of anyone here

who'd say she was having
a late-term abortion?

No.

What about others?

Cleaning crew, volunteers,

garbageman?

Thank you so much.

Hi.

What can I get for you?

Irene Reagan?

I'm with juvenile courts and probation.

What did I do?

Oh, we're just following up on
your time in community service

at the guardian family planning clinic.

Well, that was over two years ago.

I thought my probation ended.

Yeah. Yeah, look,

I'm sorry to bother
you about this at work.

We tried you at your home,

and I wasn't sure if you
had the same e-mail address.

Still reaganrules?

Yes. Why? What do you want?

I want to know why you made
up lies about Cheryl Willens.

This is crazy, Peter. They need
to put you back in protected.

Daniel's working on it.

Childs moved you?

Yeah.

I think I know why.

His wife, Carla childs,

I'm representing her.
She's divorcing him.

I know.

He was here.

Childs was here? He told you?

Uh-huh.

Then I need to drop this.

No. He'd have done it either way.

I'm the threat to him, not you.

What is triton Fields?

What?

Carla mentioned it. She
told me I should tell you.

It's a development.

The owner was charged with
bribing people in my office.

Childs was the prosecutor.

What else did she say?

Just that he had a file on
his computer, that's all.

You think she'd tell you anything else?

Counselor.

Counselor?

So, we holding grudges?

Not that I know of.

Because my tattoo misses you.

Let me think on it.

Ouch.

Nope.

No ouch.

I just want to think on it.

Okay.

Think fast.

Would you consider yourself

a fan of Duke Roscoe, Ms. Reagan?

Yes.

Watch his show regularly?

Been to his web site?

Sometimes.

On Duke Roscoe's blog,

there are 83 entries from reaganrules.

Is that you?

Uh-huh.

And you would call

83 entries "sometimes"?

Did you also e-mail

with Duke Roscoe?

I tried a couple times.
Did you e-mail him

information that Cheryl
Willens tried to obtain

a late-term abortion at
the clinic where you worked?

Ms. Reagan,

do you know what perjury is?

Yeah, I e-mailed him about it.

Was it true?

No.

Did Duke Roscoe contact you

to verify your information?

No.

Anyone from his network call you?

No.

And you were surprised

that Mr. Roscoe used

your information on the air
to accuse Cheryl Willens.

Why?

I... I wrote him to say I made it up.

Come on!

What am I, responsible for

every e-mail sent to me?

Mr. Roscoe, please.

Reclaim your seat.

Why did you do it, Irene?

Why would you

make up something so hurtful?

I wanted to hear from him.

To be part of it all.

I mean, he's Duke Roscoe.

"Dissolution of marriage."

It sounds so final,
like a death certificate.

Take your time, look it over.

Your husband already signed.

You can change your mind.

As we discussed, your husband set aside

your prenuptial agreement
and acceded to your terms.

In exchange, he has included a
strict confidentiality clause.

So anything I know about his work...

You are prohibited from
sharing with anyone.

After I sign this.

That's right.

Then before I do,

last year, Glenn wiretapped your phones.

What?

I saw the recordings on his computer.

That's all I know.

There.

Done.

Thanks, man. I'm fine.

Yeah?

Who?

Okay.

Never heard of that.

Putting on no witnesses.

Does that mean they give up?

No, I'm afraid they're
counting on winning

solely on Duke's right of free speech.

Could you give me a second?

What?

There was a response to Duke's reward.

What reward?

For information on Jamie.

That was the police in Scranton.

They think they have a child
matching Jamie's description.

Oh, my God.

Was a childless couple

who supposedly saw
her in a shopping cart

and snatched her.

One of their neighbors
phoned it in for the reward.

I...

Do you want to tell him?

Yes.

How you holding up?

Okay.

Listen, I just got a call

from the Scranton police department.

You ready for some good news?

They think they got your girl, man.

Is she okay?

I think so.

It looks real good.

Thank you.

I just received the verdict,

and I find myself making
a very difficult decision.

Uh-oh.

While I hold the defendant's
behavior abhorrent

and callous, there is no greater bedrock

to our society than the first amendment.

Without it, all our
other rights are at risk.

And I must admit, I have found

the plaintiff's case to the jury

to play on their
passions in this matter,

not their rationality.

Uh... Mr. Roscoe receives

thousands of e-mails every day.

So it is not axiomatically true

that he would have seen
this e-mail from Ms. Reagan,

invalidating her story.

Without that certainty,

I cannot allow a jury under my purview

to subvert the first amendment.

So I am, therefore,

directing a verdict in
favor of the defense.

Tell Tim we'll appeal.

Something tells me
he's not gonna want to.

Maybe next time.

I'd like that.

Neighbors credit publicity
from the recent trial

as the reason for calling the police.

Jamie Willens' picture had
appeared in local news reports

over the last few weeks,

and her image had been
plastered all over the Internet.

This stuff's awful.

It's too sweet.

Mm-hmm.

And yet, I can't stop eating it.

Pass me the remote.

Quoted as saying that he never doubted

he would see his little girl again.

The family has asked...

Before we move on from
this sordid episode,

there is a bit of unfinished
business to deal with.

He's gonna be insufferable, isn't he?

Yep.

The promised secrets.

Who spent two months
in a Michigan rehab?

Stern, Lockhart equity
partner R.J. Daniels.

Who was caught cheating

on his 2007 income taxes?

Jason Michaels in acquisitions.

And last but not least,
who's the closeted

lesbian working at the firm?

That's none other than

Diane Lockhart.