It's apparently the end of the day and Rachel collects the nurses' agreement from Donna, who guesses from her hair and clothes that has a date. They wish each other good night.
Jessica comes into Louis's office to give him props about how he handled the associates, but he's still pretty shut down with her and she can tell. He finally says, "If you really heard me in there, you'd know that I give them the chance to rise to the occasion. And I just wish that every once in a while you might maybe do the same for me." It's a whole guilt smorgasbord for Jessica today, isn't it?
Mike answers a summons in Harvey's office. With the twilight city shining through Harvey's windows, he sits Mike down to tell him a story he says he should have shared as soon as Hardman came back. It's not a long story: five years ago, he and Jessica confronted Hardman over his embezzlement from clients. Hardman broke down and claimed he needed it to save his sick wife, but it turned out to be for his mistress. "Now he's saying he's different, but a man who would do that is a man I find very difficult to trust." I don't know, I'm having trouble reconciling the NPR-voiced Daniel of today with the shameless dickhead of yore, but this is all secondary to a more urgent question Mike has: "Do you trust me?" "That's why I wanted you to know," Harvey says. Not actually an answer.
Some guy asks Rachel if this is her first time. She says it's not, but she wants to forget about the other times and start fresh. Turns out she's at the LSAT. The clock starts and after a moment to collect her nerves, Rachel opens her booklet. Perhaps she'll test well this time.
Mike pays Grammy his third visit to her in a week. It looks like he's there to confess, but it turns out that he looked up one of her meds and thus found out she has a heart problem. Grammy reasonably points out she's 82 and thus has an "everything problem" and besides it's only preventative. Moving on to Mike's problems, as we always must, he says he's making too much money and has no girlfriend to spend it on. Grammy says she knows a few single ladies, but since Mike points out he wants nobody over 70, this is probably going to be a short conversation.
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