The Good Wife (2009–2016): Season 2, Episode 7 - Bad Girls - full transcript

Go ahead. That's your copy.

I think you'll find it tough, but honest.

Your peers thought
you were 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 need Alicia. Let's go.

Actually, we're not finished.

Oh, yes. Peer review. How adorable.

Let's go.

Oh, you're staring at me.
I'm in trouble, aren't I?

Twelve-forty-five Loop.
Meet me in the lobby.

Don't dawdle.

- Where was I?
- Take this seriously.

And there's Portland & 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.

Surprised she gave them five.
Alicia, why, there you are.

Ah, the celebrity factor. Of course.

Good luck, Bethany.
Okay, 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.

You'll have to turn off cells
in the room.

Hi, Peter. I'm going into a meeting.

I just wanted to see
if you could hit lunch today.

Uh, why? Is everything all right?

Well, the Democratic Committee
asked for a meeting.

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.

Ha, ha, 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...

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?

It's not yours to split.
It's your daughter's. Do we?

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.

And my DUI?

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.

- Two were in California.
- 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.
- Heh, I'm trying very hard.

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.
- The wife of that guy last year

who resigned.
With the prostitute.

Do you have kids?

- Yes.
- Do they want autographs?

That's what Alicia was
saying on the way up.

She just didn't wanna be rude.

- You gotta love the law.
- Ha, ha.

- Alicia, good job.
- Thank you.

Mr. Lee, can I ask...?

- This peer review from 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.

- So Rahm, huh?
- Yeah, ha, ha, 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 cannon.

- 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.

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.

Okay, okay. Hold it down, please.

Very simply, Miss Burchfield's
blood-alcohol measured 0.14,

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.
- 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 hypoglycaemia,

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.

No, 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 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.

- My God.
- Come on, Cary.

Don't you think that's overreaching?

Yarissa Morgan is in the hospital
with four broken ribs

after Miss Burchfield attempted
to murder her with her vehicle.

That's not overreach.
That's attempted murder.

Six years.

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 jo...

- In a sec, okay, hon?
- Sorry. Hey, come on.

If I took this job,

chairman of
the Democratic Committee,

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?

- 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.
- Heh.

- What is this, ha, ha?
- It's 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.

- Heh, do they do it on every scandal?
- No, just the big ones.

- Oh, my gosh, ha, ha.
- Ha, ha.

- I wonder if they'll show your mom.
- My mom? Why?

You know, as her lawyer.

- You'll be famous.
- Oh, right. Yeah.

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?

Oh, my God. That's...
That's your mom's arm.

- You're famous. Look. No, ha, ha.
- Ha, ha.

Your mother's arm is famous.

- Who do you think you are?
- I'm his girlfriend, you skank.

- Get your hands off of me.
- You started it.

You better get out of my face.

It was anonymously recorded
at The Quarters,

a club on West Illinois.

Police said 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.
- And 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?

No, I'll do it. I love Sloan.

- 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.
- I'll look for witnesses.

You're no rock 'n' roll fun

Like a party that's over
Before it's begun

Like a general
waiting on an 8-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.

So you guys are the lawyers?

- Yep. And you're the entourage?
- Hmm.

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, ha, ha. My God, what a day.

Mrs. Burchfield, this is one
of our partners, Will Gardner.

Oh, hello.

I'm so glad you're here.
Uh, 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?
- Me. We're informal here, heh.

Tell them what you heard.

This Yarissa girl, she said
she was going to the bathroom

to do coke, not her car.

You don't remember anything
from when you fought with Yarissa

at the club
to 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'd say anything
to keep me out of jail.

Well, we're opting for a bench trial.

A jury would be too quick to prejudge.
Thank you, Miss 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.

Sloan?

Time to get into uniform.

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.
- Hmm.

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.

You know, 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? Uh, what are you hearing?

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.

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.
- 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. I'll get right on it.

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.

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?

Hungry33?

- Yeah.
- What's up?

- What's up?
- I'm Reserve82.

- Yeah, I saw you on Fourbooth.
- 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! Ha, ha.
- 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.

- Yarissa and her boyfriend.
- There was another fight?

Shut up. Everyone.

Sheriff, another seat.

- This way, sir.
- Continue, counselor.

So no one else
could've rammed 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 Miss Morgan
is not an unusual occurrence

and there were others
who had reason to hurt her.

Only one was driving Sloan's car.

- Others 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 gonna 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've 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...

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.

- You're the man.
- I am the man.

- Miss 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?
- Hmm, 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'd 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."
- It was just for emphasis.

No, no. No emphasis. I'm "Mom."

- So can I meet her?
- No. She's just a client.

Since when did you become
so interested in Sloan?

- I don't know, heh. She's famous.
- 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.

It was a joke.

- Heh, nice.
- Ha, ha.

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 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.
- Heh.

We should talk.

We should.

- Please call your next witness.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Corey Lutz.

- Just say it's your mom.
- Ugh, it's not gonna matter.

- Of course it'll matter. They'll let us in.
- She's just a lawyer.

Shh.

Aren't you part
of the Sloan entourage, Miss Lutz?

Heh, 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?

That's her.

- Her hair's longer than I thought.
- Yuh-huh.

And "yuh-huh," that would be yes?

- Yes.
- Who's that?

Corey Lutz. She used to be
Sloan's backup singer.

Sloan confessed to me
that she did it.

Where's your mom?
I just see a guy.

- She wanted to kill Yarissa...
- I don't know.

Maybe she's out today.

- Maybe she's not a real lawyer.
- Well, thank you...

- Maybe she has, like, this secret life.
- Ha, ha. shh.

- Oh, Grace, look.
- Good afternoon, Miss Lutz.

- Oh, my gosh.
- 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.

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.

Ms. Lutz, you do know
you're under oath?

I do. Yeah.

- You still swear you're 22?
- I do.

The DMV is all screwed up.

- No further questions.
- Your mom's bitchen.

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.

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.

Mom.

Grace. l... 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.

But we finished school.
We came right after.

- Shannon 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 is a great lawyer.
- Thanks.

Yeah, I really like your music.

- Oh, and 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've 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.
- Everyone, front and center now.

- What's going on?
- This was just brought

- to our attention.
- That makes it better.

We urge this court to revoke bail.

- That would be an overreaction.
- To a clear defiance of my orders?

Really, counselor? Then what would
the proper penalty be for this?

"Corey is such the bitch.
Went pantyless in court just to rebel."

- Your Honor, if I may...
- When I order something,

- I want it followed.
- I'm sorry.

It was just for my fans.
It won't happen again.

You're damn right
it won't happen again.

- In lockup, they won't let you tweet.
- 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 wanna see a picture?
- Will I like it?

How's that for a suspect?

Okay. If I pursue this, no one's gonna
uncover his Escalade,

- point out it was never in an accident?
- 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.

Can you tell him 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.

I know, honey.

I know.

- Are you going in?
- Not yet.

He drove a black Escalade too.
We think he went back to Iran.

- We can't locate the car.
- 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've seen him.

Milla, you said something
about another fight, didn't you?

Did he look like this guy?

Yeah.

Sorry about today.

I didn't know she'd do that.

It's okay.

- How are you?
- Me? I'm good.

You'd tell me
if I was working too much, right?

- I'm gonna be a lawyer.
- Really?

- You were great today in court.
- Heh.

- 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.

Sounds kind of like school.

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.

Then what did you see, Milla?

Well, I saw Yarissa Morgan
go out to her car and get in it.

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.

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.

Why didn't you come
forward with this earlier?

Well, I wanted to,
but my sister worries

about me being in the spotlight.

Thank you.

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?

- Are you covering for Sloan?
- No.

Because there's
a crazed Iranian driver out there.

Objection, Your Honor.

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 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.

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.
- Sorry to hear that.

I can offer you a few names.

Eli.

Who'd 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 wanna do?

- How long would she get?
- Milla?

Unfortunately, she already testified
that she saw Yarissa in her BMW...

Two years.

- Maybe less.
- We'll call the State's Attorney,

tell him what we know.

- No. I wanna think about it.
- Sloan, as your lawyer...

I wanna 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'll change this firm.

- And I want you onboard.
- What is it?

Spaceship?

My goal is a legal behemoth.

A Chicago-D.C. alliance
that'll 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.

Make it quick, ladies.

You didn't need to do this.

- I know.
- I wasn't gonna tell.

I know.

Take care of Mom.

- It won't be that long.
- Miss, you have to go.

Visit me, okay?

Sloan.