The Good Wife (2009–2016): Season 7, Episode 10 - KSR - full transcript

(air conditioner
running quietly)

(ringtone playing)

CARY:
Brian...

it's Cary.

Thanks for pulling
an all-nighter.

Um, Ethan Carver's coming in
an hour earlier today,

so we should meet up
at 6:00 a.m. sharp.

(elevator bell dings)

(speed dialing)

Cedric, I just left
a message for Brian.

I'm not sure if you guys
went home to take a shower



or crashed on the 27th floor,

but I got donuts
up here on the 28th.

(exhales)

(ringtone playing)

(phone beeps, ringtone stops)

(sighs)

(ringtone playing)

Where the hell is my defendant?

Your Honor...
Oh, how I love to hear
those two words.

But, Mrs. Florrick, if the next
word out of your mouth

isn't "right here" or "dead,"

then I will be
very upset.

He's in surgery.

Is that the 21st-century
equivalent of



"my dog ate my homework"?

No, he's literally
in surgery.
Really?

That's one of those words that
doesn't often mean "literally."

For example,
I am literally thunderstruck.

Was he in
an accident?

No, sir.
He's performing the operation.

Ah, all is becoming
clear to me now.

Your client is a surgeon
and he has scheduled surgery

on the day he's supposed to be
in court with me.

No, Your Honor,
the surgery went long.

Dr. Portnow is one of the best
cardiac surgeons in the country.

And on trial
for criminal conspiracy.

And he is in
the middle

of operating on
a four-month-old baby...

A jury's been empanelled.
Yes.

And my client has had this baby

on the table with her chest open

for the past
five hours.

Your Honor, this is obscene.
It's staged.

This surgery was
intended to go long

so you would wonder how a doctor
could do such villainous things.

That is not true,
Matan.
That's exactly...

The surgery went
two hours longer...
Wait! Wait!

Mrs. Florrick, your client

had an appearance
time of 10:00 a.m.

Now, I don't know
if this was staged or not,

but I will treat your client
like he was any other.

I am issuing a warrant
for Dr. Portnow.

Your Honor,
this is...

Sheriff,
please arrest Dr. Portnow

as soon as he puts
down his scalpel.
(gavel bangs)

DIANE: ...have any warning?
DAVID: Have to figure out
what the damage is.

(clamoring)
Did anybody have any warning?

...have to use
my cell phone?
Just a minute.
Please. Cary.

DIANE:
Who is it? Who left?

DAVID:
The devil's spawn.

Seriously, David.

What, you're worried
about offending them?

Cary, could you
join us here?

DAVID: Yes, can we talk about
the idiots you hired?

Hey, I didn't hire
them by myself.

I won't take
the blame...

Well, I was only convinced
because you were saying...

(talking over each other)
Stop it! That's enough!

Is there anybody left, Cary?

From Dipple's team?
No.

Typical Ivy League morons.

Let 'em in the door,
they foment a rebellion.

All young associates are snakes.

And you wonder
why they walked out.

You're not seriously
blaming us?

They just wanted good work.

Which we gave them.
Grudgingly.

And only because
they were willing

to bust their asses on
a highly technical case.

Hold on.
You got Dipple's man.

How long can I say
to get this filed?

Just a few hours.
I put together the strategy.

The associates just ground out
the filing and the exhibits.

Good.

Wait.

When you and Alicia
stole our clients...

We didn't steal your clients.

...didn't you purge
ongoing work product

from our computers?

I'll check.
Listen.

We have hundreds of pages

of scientific explanations
and diagrams...

I'll check.

♪ ♪

"AAMOF." What is that?

"As a matter of fact."
Oh.

Mr. Carver, how are you?

You know what I hate
about acronyms?

They make you do all the work.

It's not an acronym.

An acronym has to form
another word.

Like NATO.

Really?

We're arguing even
before we say hello?

I said hello.

Mr. Dipple is impressed
you're willing to take this on.

Go out on a limb--
that's where the fruit is.

ETHAN: So I can tell
Mr. Dipple we're set to file?

Um... just give me one minute.

They wiped them clean.

Everything, all of
their work product.

We need to talk, Cary.

I'm not falling
on my sword

for hiring people that
everybody wanted...

That's not what this is about.

You turned it into
a generational fight...

It is a generational fight.

...which blinded you to the fact
that they played you.

They played you, Cary.

No. No, you know what I see?

I see you, David, Howard and
a half-dozen other partners

froze the associates out.
That's a complete
misrepresentation.

And no matter why this happened,
you need to make it right, Cary.

Now.

The thought of you in here
with no view depresses me.

This is an L.A. artist,
Jose Ramirez.

It's a little big.

I wanted you to be
swallowed up in it.

Oh, that won't
be a problem.

(chuckles)

So how are we?

Are we good?

It's just... it's weird
to be dating a billionaire.

(chuckles)

Not a billionaire.

$185 million.

You going to see Ruth?

Yeah.

She wants to talk about Alicia.

Yes.

Tell her I handled it.

I need your help, Ms. Paige.

With the campaign?
Yes, in a way.

Alicia Florrick has
an investigator in her law firm.

Jason Crouse?

Are you worried
something untoward's going on

between the two of them?

How did you know?

Well, Eli said
there wasn't.

Yes, Eli has a way of
not wanting to face facts--

at least not with Alicia.

(sighs)

Are they having an affair?

I don't think so.

But...

Well, what can I do?

(ringtone playing)

Hello.

PAIGE:
Hello. Is this Jason Crouse?

It might be. Who's this?

Courtney Paige, Mr. Crouse.

I'm looking for an investigator,
and you come highly recommended.

Well, that's good news.

From who?

Someone I'd rather not name.

Are you available?

That depends.

How does $50,000 sound?

For two months' work.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

CARY:
Good morning.

How'd you find us?

Where's the brief?

DIRK: Don't you want
to know why we left?
No.

I want the brief.
It's nothing personal.

We like you.

We just... don't want
to be like you.

I don't give a damn.

Give me back the brief.

There is no brief.
We never started it.

You erased the files.

I could file a criminal
suit for spoliation.

BRIAN:
Come on, Cary.

You know
we're too smart for that.

That's why you hired us, right?

Brian made sure
we didn't look

at anything
in Dipple's files.

Pretty much put up
our Chinese wall.

You avoided conflicting
yourselves out, so... so what?

So you could start
your own firm?

No. You told us
how hard that was.

We're going to Canning.

Canning represents
Dipple's opponent.

He wants us.

God...

you are the devil's spawn.

ALICIA:
Be humble.

Apologize for missing
the start of the trial.

Mm-hmm.
Tell the judge

you recognize
the authority of this court,

that this will never
happen again.

Well, well.

Who do we have here?

Your Honor,
Dr. Portnow is present.

I'd like to apologize,
Your Honor.

I was in surgery...
I can see that.

The scrubs are
a really nice touch.

That was not our choice,
Your Honor.

He was arrested and...
Okay, sir.

Your bail has
been revoked.
Your Honor!

No, the three of you chose
theatrics over my valuable time.

I don't care who you are, sir,
or what your reputation is.

Far as I'm concerned,
you're a defendant,

charged with conspiring
to kidnap,

sedate and rape a woman.

And to make sure
Dr. Portnow isn't too busy

or distracted to make
his court dates,

he'll be placed in the care of

the Cook County
Department of Corrections.

Just until we get
this rescheduled.

Whenever that may be.
Your Honor,

I have patients lined up--
a newborn with

hypoplastic left
heart syndrome.
Sheriffs!

(gavel bangs)

Your Honor,
a moment of your time, please?

No, Mrs. Florrick, another time.

Actually, sir,
I think now is a good time.

I'm sure you know
as well as I, ma'am,

this is an ex parte
conversation.

Yes, but I don't think

you would want
the court to be aware

that you are using personal bias

to penalize my client.
Really?

What personal bias?

Bias against me.

Your client is accused
of conspiring to rape

the mother of
one of his patients.

I'm not sure how our
relationship figures into this.

What?

I'm waiting.

You were bribed, sir.

Excuse me?

The FBI targeted you
for a bribe.

Yeah.

They targeted me.

That means nothing.

I didn't take it.

Because Eli Gold warned you.

Get out of here.

Your Honor, all I'm asking for
is fairness.

I said get out of here, ma'am.

Now.

I said now!

♪ ♪

It's an online meeting place

for people
with dark sexual fetishes--

rape, torture,
sexual humiliation.

MATAN: And was the defendant
active on this site?

RODRIGUEZ:
He was.

Over the course of eight months,
he logged in 182 times.

MATAN:
And was he just a lurker...

I just want the jury
to see me touch you

so you don't look
like a threat.

Now nod.

RODRIGUEZ:
...commented on other people's
posts, but then, on June 23,

he posted a photo of a woman

we I.D.'d as
Lucy Van Gaal.

MATAN:
Can you read the message

he attached to the first
of these photos?

"Can't get this one
off my mind.

Tasty target.
KSR anyone?"

And do you know what
"KSR" means?
I do.

It's used on the site
for "kidnap, sedate, rape."

Did anyone respond
to Dr. Portnow?

Yes, another user,
Ortolan246.

He wrote he was
"up for the KSR,"

and then they set
up a private chat.

And how specific
were they?
Extremely.

They worked out
how the defendant

was going to kidnap
Ms. Van Gaal,

what he would use
to sedate her,

what the two of them wanted
to do to her sexually.

Your Honor,
I'd like to enter 211

of the defendant's posts
as evidence.

Objection. The sheer volume
is prejudicial.

They're directly relevant
to proving the first element

of the conspiracy:
the defendant's

agreement with Ortolan
to do something illegal.

If you'd rather, Mrs. Florrick,
we can read into the record,

and I'll rule on them
one by one.

MATAN:
So, for a number of months,

you tracked
the defendant's plan to kidnap,

sedate and rape
Lucy Van Gaal.

But how did you decide
when to arrest him?

We waited until the night before
he was going to abduct her.

He had just been online,
finalizing the plan

with Ortolan.
Can you tell us
what they agreed to?

Ortolan said he was

gonna call in sick
to the bank he worked at

in Tampa and then drive
overnight to Chicago.

While the defendant
kidnapped Ms. Van Gaal,

Ortolan was responsible
for arranging a place

where they could take her
and rape her undisturbed.

And did you find
any real-world evidence

consistent with that plan?

In the trunk of the
defendant's car--

rubber tubing,
syringes, propofol,

which matched exactly

what he described
in his posts.

There has to be
an easier way.

The easier way walked out
the door this morning.

Oh, come on,
this is fun.

First case I ever
worked on was a patent.

For what,
the wheel?

They went over to Canning.

You're kidding.

Did you get back
their work product?

They sandbagged us.

They never did a thing.

We're dead in the water.
No.

We have to pull this together.
What, in three
and a half hours?

How much time
do you think we need?

DAVID: A week to find
new associates.

Another week to figure out
what the hell this is.

I need to come
clean with Carver.

HOWARD:
I could call the judge.

You know Nico Terzzi?
Yeah.

Can ask him for some breathing
room on this filing deadline.

And I'll go get us some help.

ALICIA:
Detective,

do you remember
how Dr. Portnow

said he had
selected Ms. Van Gaal?

Yes, he said she was a passenger
on a recent flight he'd piloted.

Was that true?

RODRIGUEZ:
What do you mean?

ALICIA: Were Dr. Portnow and Ms.
Van Gaal on a flight together?

I don't believe so.

You don't believe so?
Didn't you check it?

I did.

So don't you know it
not to be true?

I do.

So it was all
just a fantasy, right?

That part was.

Well, what about his plan?

You called the tubing, the
syringes and propofol evidence,

but aren't those reasonable
things for a surgeon to have?

I found it unusual he had
them in the trunk of his car.

Even though Dr. Portnow

explained how medical
device company reps

often give him samples and
he just tosses them in his car?

He did say that, yes.

So Dr. Portnow created a fantasy
where he was a pilot,

which he's not,

and Lucy Van Gaal was
a passenger, which she wasn't.

And he talked about using tools
that turned out to be

leftover medical supplies...
Objection, Judge.

Detective Rodriguez is
supposed to be testifying,

not Mrs. Florrick.
Sustained.

Detective, Dr. Portnow wrote
some upsetting things online.

But he never kidnapped
or sedated

or raped anyone, did he?

No, but that's because
we stopped him

before he could.
Thank you so much, Detective.

We appreciate you testifying.

How's it going?

LUCCA:
Skeptical jury,

skeevy client--
harder than it should be

with someone who's not guilty.

All right,
what can I do to help?

ALICIA: Check out
the dark fetish Web site.

Find out
if anyone on there

has ever committed
an actual crime.

Congratulations,
there's a lot

of weird porn
in your future.

I may have to raise my rate.

I didn't realize
you were such a prude.

I've been offered $200 an hour.

Diane wants you
that bad?

No.

Courtney Paige.

She wants to hire you?

Someplace out of town.

San Jose.

(sighs)

Yep. That's Eli's doing.

He's worried about us.

The offer was for two months.

I can't beat $200.

I know.

We want to
offer you the job.

You do?

Um, look, we made
a mistake not hiring you

the first time around,
but, uh,

I thought we worked
well together on Chumhum.

And that's why
you want me back?

Because we worked
well together?

Yes, of course.

(indistinct shouting)

(clears throat)

I want the same salary the
other associates were getting,

and 250 protected
pro bono hours.

LUCY:
Dr. Portnow was my hero.

Bella's had
three open heart surgeries,

and Dr. Portnow was there
every step of the way.

So when did you first
become aware of your role

in the defendant's
rape fantasies?

After he was arrested,
Detective Rodriguez

showed me the things
he posted on that Web site.

Could you please
read this?

Objection. Your Honor, these
posts are already in evidence.

MATAN: Ms. Van Gaal's
interpretation of the posts

is necessary to establish
their relationship.

He's reaching.

I disagree. Overruled.

"We're ready.

"I know where that bitch lives,

"and she worships me,
so this won't be hard.

"I just need
to get her alone.

"Once I stick her
with the sedative,

"it's seconds
till she twilights,

then I'll take
her limp body..."

I can't read this.

MATAN: That post is from
October 23.

The next day, October 24,
did the defendant call you?

He said he was
checking up on Bella.

MATAN: But when you told him
you were home alone,

that Bella was
out at a play date,

did he ask if he could
come by anyway?

He said he'd be in
the neighborhood.

And if he hadn't
been arrested

and had stopped by,

you wouldn't have hesitated
to let him in, would you?

LUCCA: In all the times
you were with Dr. Portnow,

did he ever say or do
anything inappropriate?

No, never.

You always found him
to be a good physician

and a caring person?

I thought so, but...

Lucy, October 24
wasn't the first time

Dr. Portnow called to
check up on Bella, was it?

No.

Do you remember his calls to you

on June 13, July 11

and July 25?
Not specifically,

but Bella had a surgery
during the summer.

Are you aware that Dr. Portnow

posted on
the fetish Web site

that he went to your house
on those days?

No.

So he may have had
fantasies about you,

but he never acted
on any of them,

did he?

I guess not.

I don't know if I
want to win this one.

Why, 'cause you think
he did it?

I mean, intended to do it?

I don't know.

But when you fantasize
about something that much,

I don't think it
makes a difference.

Yet there are 50 children
alive today because of him.

Yeah, and if we lose,
there will be hundreds more

who won't live
because he'll be in prison.

It's odd.

That someone can be so good,

yet think things so bad.

It's people.

They're all scum.

Damaged much?

No, observant.

Don't expect
anything of anybody

and you'll never be
disappointed.

That's a sad way to live.

It doesn't
have to be.

You and I are just sitting here,
having a pleasant drink.

But I don't expect
anything of you,

and you don't expect
anything of me.

Still, I'm not gonna kill you.

Not yet, anyway.

Bourbon neat, please.

Good time on
the fetish site?

Ha-ha. Talked to a buddy
in cybercrimes,

said they've never had
a case of someone

on the Brutal Mercy site
actually committing a crime.

Good. That helps.

But?

But he is familiar with the case

'cause CPD is working it
alongside the S.A.'s office.

They have tracked down

Ortolan246.

The banker who shared
Portnow's fantasy.

Yeah, actually,
he's a registered sex offender

in Milwaukee, and he is
testifying for the prosecution.

(sighs) Damn.

JASON: Alicia, can I talk
to you for a second?

Sure.

Listen, I don't want to
leave you in the lurch,

but I'm on a plane tomorrow.

I can delay a week if you
want me to finish this out.

No, you shouldn't.

Okay.

Good luck.

How long will you be gone?

Couple months.

I... I understand if I don't
have a job when I come back.

Will you call me?

Um... when you get back.

Sure.

You ever spent any time
in Northern California?

Enough.

Too much fleece,
too many ironic beards.

(laughs)

Good-bye.

Yeah.

Good-bye, Alicia.

(door opens, closes)

(footsteps)

Oh, Monica,
there you are.

Appendix to the Federal Rules.

I flagged Form 18.

I still need the
conforming examples...

Not until you get me
on the phone

with the egghead
from Chicago Polytech.

I tracked down
Professor Kennedy's secretary.

She is waking him.

Monica, is Form 18...?

It's a template

for simplified pleading.

We don't need
more than that.

Hey.

If you want to grab
a quick nap...

When this is over.

(Howard grunting)

I... didn't want to eat this.

We're not gonna make
this filing deadline, are we?

No.

Where are you going?

We need more bodies.

Manny Hofstadter, aka

Ortolan246.

Are you a convicted sex
offender, Mr. Hofstadter?

You could say that.

And what is your occupation?

Trucker, long-haul.

That's an isolating life,
isn't it?

I guess you could
also say that.

So when you're driving
and you stop for the night,

what do you do?

Ah, hang out in the back
of my rig, read some.

Mostly go online.

Do you visit a lot
of fetish sites?

Used to.

Then I really got into
Brutal Mercy.

Which is where you connected
with the defendant.

HOFSTADTER:
Yeah, TheAlgea.

Yeah, that's his screen name.

The Greek spirits
of pain and suffering.

(chuckles)
I liked that.

MATAN: You also liked his plan
to "KSR" Lucy Van Gaal.

I did. I still do.

It wasn't just
a fantasy for you?

I was all set to
go through with it.

So was TheAlgea.
Objection!
Speculation!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
One at a time.

Speculation,
Your Honor.

SCHAKOWSKY: Sustained. The jury
will disregard the comment about

what the defendant did
or did not intend to do.

MATAN:
Does it change your opinion

to know TheAlgea wasn't a pilot?

Nah, we all use
fake online personas.

Feeds the fantasy.

MATAN:
So what made you think this time
was more than just fantasy?

I could tell TheAlgea
really knew Lucy,

and the plan he had, uh,
it wasn't just made-up kink.

It was too real.

And I wanted in.

(chuckles)

Your sex offender status,

is that the result of any
violent or nonconsensual crime?

Nah, I got popped a few times
with lot lizards.

You solicited
prostitutes?

Like he said,

road's a lonely place.

And in exchange for
your testimony today,

your most recent solicitation
charge was dropped, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Before today, before you
walked into this room,

you'd never even seen
Dr. Portnow before, had you?

HOFSTADTER: Never.
LUCCA: Did you have
a phone number for him?

Or an e-mail?
He didn't give them to me.

So even though you had no way
of connecting in the real world,

you still thought you two were
going through with this plan?

We were gonna use the site.

He was supposed to put up a post

that had the word "hooked" in it
when he grabbed up Lucy.

But did you actually
arrange a place?

Yeah.

That's odd.

Your company
driving records show

you were out of state
this whole time.

Objection, Your Honor.

Not in evidence.

That's right.

I think Lucca wants
to put it into evidence.

LUCCA: Yes, Your Honor.
Here's his cargo manifest.

So how were
you planning

to participate all the way
from Santa Fe, New Mexico;

Bakersfield, California;
and Santa Cruz?

HOFSTADTER:
I could get back.
Really?

2,965 miles,

a drive that would take
four days.

If he'd have written me,

I would've driven back.

Yes, and your cargo of
fresh fruit and vegetables--

I guess you'd just
drop those beside the road.

Yeah, if he had written me.

All right.

Sure.

Stick with that.

MATAN:
Objection.

Sustained.

Jason.

How are you?

Good. Heading out.

Northern California,
here I come.

You're relocating?

(chuckles)
For a while.

Hey, if you see Alicia,

tell her I left something
for her.

Sure. Where?

She'll know.

(cell phone ringing)

Eli.

PAIGE:
Hi.

Oh, hey, Courtney.

What's up?

What are you doing?

Nothing, nothing.

Just waiting for your call.

Do you have time
to see me tonight?

Well, I didn't until you asked.

How does 8:15 sound?

That's very specific.

Well, I'm a specific
kind of girl.

Okay, I'll see you at 8:16.

I'm demonstrating
my independence by being late.

See you then.

Bye.

Eli.

Alicia, hi.
How are you?

What do you need?

I've come to talk to you

about something
slightly sensitive.

Jackie and Howard.

Is everything all right?

What?

Yeah, what do you need?

Peter thinks
she should have a prenup.

Who?

Jackie... and Howard.

Eli, I don't give a single damn.

Why are you
in my life, Eli?

(scoffs)
Why am I...?

Yes, why are you telling
my investigator

to go move to Silicon Valley?

Why are...?
I didn't.

Why are you letting
your paranoia rule my business?

Alicia, wait.
No, seriously.

Eli, I have been very fluid

with the lines between your
needs and mine, but we're done.

Alicia, I haven't
done anything.
He's going
to work for Courtney Paige.

I can't find a good investigator
in the same price range,

and I probably won't be able
to afford him when he gets back.

And what business
is it of yours

what I'm doing
with my private life?
Alicia...

My life is my life,
and I want you

to back the hell up!

I wasn't sleeping with Jason.

But even if I was,
that's my business.

It wasn't me.

I don't know how he came
to Courtney's attention, but...

Actually, I do know how he came
to Courtney's attention.

Eli, leave.

It was Ruth, not me.

Leave, Eli. I have a client.

She's just
with someone right now.

Thank you so much for...

Alicia, I swear.

I don't care.

Now, I have work to do.

Work that will be twice as hard

because I don't have
an investigator.

Now leave.

(sighs)

So is it final?

Is what final?

Did you sign the
contracts with Canning?

Not yet. Brian's pushing
to get us a ten percent bonus

if we crack 2,500 hours.

It's all over
but the shouting.

Well, if it's not over over,
then I have a pitch.

We're willing to offer you
20% billables bonus

if you come back.

You serious?

Yes.

You're desperate.

Maybe.

But I'm willing to beat

whatever Canning is
offering you salary-wise.

It's not just about the
money, Cary. We told you.

It's the lack of upward
mobility, the culture.

CARY: And if we
change that.
You tried already.

Didn't work.
CARY: 'Cause I didn't
have the leverage.

Now, with the threat
of Dipple walking, I do.

Can't just have
idle promises.

Instead of eight years
to partner,

we'll guarantee you five.

Full equity.

And you pick your cases,

no mandatory rotations.

We need it in writing.

Yes, but you have to commit
right now and get back

to work immediately;
the only way this works

is we get on the
Dipple case right now.

How do we know you're
serious about this?

Got $80,000 in signing bonuses
to back it up.

LUCCA: Thank you for
testifying for your husband.

I know how difficult
this must be, having to confront

all of this.

PATRICIA:
Things are only difficult
if you don't understand them.

You understand your husband?

He's highly compartmentalized.

Most extraordinarily successful
people are.

That's true.

My husband's online activities
provide a safe space

where he can explore and exhaust
his darker thoughts

so they don't spill over
into the rest of his life.

They're a
necessary release.

I know you're a therapist...

I'm a clinical psychiatrist.

Right.

But we're calling you as a wife.

We want you to explain
why you trust your husband,

why the jury should, too.

Because he's superlative
at what he does.

He supports my
professional goals

and respects my
personal boundaries,

and I extend the same
courtesies to him.

Okay.

But...

we're worried, to a jury,

this analysis could
come off a bit...

Cold.

You want me to be less clinical?

How you would be at home
with your husband.

This is how I am
with my husband.

She's a disaster.

What do we do?

We need someone
to explain these fantasies.

Put the good doctor
on the stand?

Okay, that was, uh...
Amazing.

(both chuckle)

(cell phone ringing)

Really?

I turned off mine.

Yeah.

Okay, 20 minutes.

We should get room service.

You should.

You have to go back to work?

(sighs)
Yeah.

You haven't got another hour?

No.

That was fun.

Yeah, it... was.

Wh... What are
we referring to?

Tonight?

(scoffs)

I have to get back home.

To the Bay Area?

Yeah.

When will you be back?

In a while.

What's a while?

A year?

Oh.

So that's it.

What do you mean?

This.

Between us.

Oh... Eli.

No, no, no, no, no.

I know that voice.

I've used that voice.

This was fun.

Yeah.

It was fun.

Like a carnival ride.

(scoffs)

I like you.

And I like you.

So Ruth got you to
buy off Jason Crouse?

What?

Alicia's investigator.

Well, yeah.

He's coming out to work
for a little while.

Isn't that
what you wanted, too?

Look, I'm in the heat
of a political campaign,

and normally
all I'd be thinking about

is tracking polls
and spot media,

but right now I don't give
a damn about any of it.

I don't know what this is,
but I like it.

I think you're perfect.

For me.

So please don't go.

Or go... or go, but come back.

Soon.

Eli.

The way you feel
about campaigns,

that's the way I feel
about my business.

And right now,

that's my focus,
business.

You understand that, right?

I loved every moment
of our being together.

Know that.

♪ ♪

ALICIA: Those posts on Brutal
Mercy-- did you write them?

Every word.

Why?

I've asked myself
that a lot,

and the simple
answer is...

they made me
feel good.

Good?

How?

Not like a good person,
believe me,

but, uh... excited,

and, other times...

relaxed.

Oh, it's hard to say this
out loud.

But it wasn't hard
to share these thoughts

with Ortolan246?
No.

I didn't know who he was.

Or where he was.

Well, then, why make plans

with him?

They weren't real plans.

But they were so... specific.

That made them
seem more real.

I know how that sounds,
but I needed the release.

The stress of what I do,
the stakes of my job,

can be unbearable.

But I can't
just walk away.

Too many people

depend on me.

And the site--

it became a way for me
to decompress.

And I knew it was okay
because Lucy was safe.

I knew I couldn't hurt her.

That's not who I am.

ALICIA:
Your Honor,

we ask that you lay out not just

the statutory elements
of conspiracy,

but that you give examples
from specific cases...

This is a smoke screen,
Your Honor.

The defense wants to confuse
the jury with a lot of case law.

LUCCA: It's the jury
instructions, Your Honor.

I'm not sure where else
you instruct the jury.

MATAN: They have
their instructions.

The Illinois Pattern
Jury Instructions.

It's a simple matter of intent.

What did Dr. Portnow
intend to do?

No, what constitutes
a fantasy?

If we can be convicted
for our fantasies,

we're at the start
of a slippery slope.

That's ridiculous.

Intent is almost always
an issue in criminal cases.

Whether you intend to kill

is the difference between
murder and manslaughter.

Thoughts matter.
But to be criminal,

thoughts have to be
coupled with actions,

and the jury needs
to be clear on that.

Okay. I've decided.

The jury will be instructed
on all the statutory elements

of conspiracy.
Your Honor...

No. The jury
needs it.

And I will hear on what
legal precedents to mention.

(elevator bell dings)

It's weird to be
back here so soon.

I'm sure it is,
but we don't have a lot of time.

So what do you
need from us?

Our strategy on the Dipple claim

is to prove infringement
of core technique

and block any
novel process argument.

What?

Actually, come to think of it,
we don't want your help.

You're all fired.

Excuse me?

Yes. Diane, what do you
think about that?

You're right.
I don't think we need them.

What was that about?

You just brought us here
to embarrass us?

No, you just heard about
our side of the case.

Now you're conflicted
out of working for Canning

on his side.
You can't do that.

DIANE:
We just did.

Thank you for your service.

You can go now.

And the signing bonuses?
They're real.

But I don't think
it'll look too good for you

when I spread the word of
how easy it was to blow you

out of a multimillion-dollar
claim for 80 grand.

Jobs may be hard to come by.

Go to hell.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Not that I needed it, but you
just gave me cause to fire you.

Gentlemen.

(elevator bell dings)

Buh-bye.

God, that was fun.

(sighs)

They were out
less than 15 minutes.

Is that a good
or bad thing?

It means the jury
was swayed powerfully,

but I have no idea if it was
by the judge's instructions.

Madam foreperson,
do we have a verdict?

We do, Your Honor.

In the matter of
People vs. Portnow,

on the charge of conspiracy
to commit kidnapping...

...we find the defendant

guilty.

(gallery cheering)

...we find the defendant guilty.

(gallery cheering)

How can I be going to jail
for something that I didn't do,

that was...
it was never gonna happen?

We'll appeal.
That could take years.

MATAN: Your Honor, we'd like to
calendar a sentencing hearing.

And, prior to sentencing,

we ask that Dr. Portnow continue
to be held without bail.

You're jumping
the gun, Matan.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the point where

I normally thank you
for your service.

But I'm not going
to do that today.

You took an oath to render
an impartial verdict,

based on the law
and the evidence.

Each and every one of you
violated that oath.

MATAN: Judge!
Save it, Matan.

As a matter of law,

I find there was
insufficient evidence

to support a
conviction here,

so I am vacating
the jury's verdict

and entering a
judgment of acquittal.

(gallery murmuring)

(knocking)

SCHAKOWSKY:
Come.

Mrs. Florrick.

How else can I help you?

What you did up there--

Your Honor,

we earned that, right?

That wasn't about

what I said
in here earlier?

Because I didn't...
Mrs. Florrick.

Why don't you just
say "thank you"?

I have work to do. You can go.

PAIGE (recorded): Eli, I wanted
to say good-bye to you.

I had a great time,
and I'll miss you.

I hope you know...
(phone beeps)

Eli, I wanted to say
good-bye to you.

I had a great time,
and I'll miss you.

I hope...
(phone beeps)

(sighs)

(knocking)

I know.

I'm packing for Iowa now.

No.

I'm sorry.

Eli, can we do this...

I had no idea they were
sending Jason out of town.

Okay.

And I know have
been too involved

in your private
matters.
Okay, Eli.

You're forgiven.

I have to go pack.

Good night.

(knocking)

You seem more upset
than I do.

I started to care
about someone.

Courtney Paige?

I don't care about
a lot of people.

Too much work.

I mean, too much work
to make it... work.

But I thought,
"This isn't so bad.

"With her.

I could get
used to this."

Then do.

Be happy, Eli.

I wanted to.

She went away.

Where?

California.

Well, for how long?
A year.

She had...

work.

I'm sorry, Eli.

You're nice to me.

No. Just listening.

I'm sorry Jason
was sent away.

Eli.

He's my investigator,
that's all.

I know.

Yeah, I know.

I don't know why
I'm telling you this, Alicia,

but I think you should be happy.
Call Jason.

I'm okay, Eli.

I don't want to be in the way.

You're not.
He was my investigator.

Don't let the campaign
get in your way.

Okay, Eli.

I'm... fine.

Six years ago, you got a message
from Will Gardner,

a voice mail, and I erased it.

You were about to go onstage

and stand beside Peter
for his S.A. run,

and I didn't want to hurt that.

I listened to
the voice mail.

Will said he loved you

and would give up
everything to be with you.

And I erased it.

I never let
you hear it.

And I've been sick about it
ever since.

And I don't want to stand

in the way of
your happiness again.

That's why I'm sorry.

Get out.