Cut to Harvey proudly telling Jessica that he cleaned Tommy out in twenty minutes. She's horrified, saying Harvey's out of control. "Donna's gone, you took Mike to a casino and two days later you're gambling with a client's thirty-million-dollar company." Harvey says what he did wasn't gambling, but Jessica says gambling and Harvey's actions do have something in common: "This," she says, holding a hand up at the level of her forehead. "You think I didn't remember your life is this [hand at waist level] and I like this [hand at forehead-level] speech?" Well, since Harvey gave that speech to Mike, there was a pretty good chance she wouldn't. Harvey says they were going to lose in court. "Then lose," Jessica insists. Harvey refuses, but Jessica says they're human and sometimes they lose. "Sometimes?" Harvey says, standing up. "I don't know about you, but I feel like that's all we've been doing lately. Hardman's back. Donna's gone. We're being sued. I mean, we're fighting for our goddamn lives here. I just had a huge win and I am not in the mood to hear why it might have turned out as a loss." He starts to stomp out, but she stops him saying he's right. "And I need to know that this bullshit is out of your system and that you can focus. Can you do that?" Harvey says he's focused. But of course it's in an argumentative tone that demonstrates he's learned nothing.
On his way out, he passes Louis's office and sees him doing a few ballet steps in there. Louis thinks he's just in for more teasing, until Harvey holds up Louis's Dictaphone. While Harvey slowly but inexorably advances on him, Louis goes from "what's that" to "that's not yours" to "this is a violation of my privacy" (good one) to "I have a right to know what's going on at this firm" to "are you gonna tell Jessica?" By now, Harvey has Louis backed up against the window, and he hisses in Louis's face, "There's gonna come a day, Louis, when I need something from you. And when I do, you're gonna remember that I let this pass. Daniel Hardman is not the answer. You owe me." Harvey leaves Louis alone with his Dictaphone and, presumably, his wet pants.
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