Mike finds Louis in the library and tries to jolly him up with some fresh movie quotes. Louis is cold as ice, however, even when Mike offers him a high-five as "Team Litt-Ross" in gratitude for Louis giving Mike the credit with Hardman. Louis draws himself to his full, unimpressive height, and tells Mike, "You covered for me with him earlier so I threw you a bone. Now we're even." Mike asks where this is coming from and Louis throws back Mike's earlier words about actions having impact. "You want to remember the marijuana and tennis thing? Well, I'm gonna remember things too." With an evil smirk, Louis takes his leave.
Mike's next stop is Harvey's office. Harvey makes a few poetic remarks about the brevity romance -- or bromance in this case, and brings Mike up to speed on the case: the settlement's done, but he's still on the spot for the fraud case and a lot of people will believe the accusations Tanner is making. "So why are you smiling?" Mike wonders. Harvey: "Because I know what they don't." Mike figures that means Harvey's going to beat Tanner. Harvey sees that and raises, "When I'm done with him, his own mother won't even recognize him." I'm not sure she would anyway, with that new hairdo of his.
Down in the file room, meanwhile, Donna finds, at long last, the firm's own copy of that long-lost, heavily blacked-out memo and freezes. Because on the top margin is a stamp marking it as received and signed and initialed by none other than Donna Paulsen. This is bad. Rachel finds Donna that way, thinks she's going to be sick, and rushes off to get her some water when Donna asks her to -- without saying anything about what she just found. Rachel leaves Donna sitting there staring it the memo like it's her own gravestone. Which, professionally, it pretty much is. Listen up, Suits, I've been letting you get away with portraying a world where only six people at a huge law firm ever speak, and giant lawsuits are closed in less than half a week, and a slick lawyer thinks he's James Bond, and a cheating pothead can pull a Catch Me If You Can long con while surrounded by Harvard graduates, but you do not wanna be messing with Donna.
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