Alicia: "...Ms. Hayward?"
Maddie: "Maddie. Or Miss Hayward. I don't mind being objectified."
Listen to her, girl. Watch carefully. This is half the game: Let the tiger do the work, tire itself out. Make him your pet, unleash him on your enemies. All it costs is something he doesn't understand anyway, and wouldn't care for if he did. Peter never asked once how your dignity was doing, did he? Whatever he had to say, so you'd stand by him, your body next to his body, when the bright light flashed. Nick never once asked Leela why she loves Chicago, because he doesn't care. He only knows what he loves.
This is power. It's black magic, but it's power. If Alicia were ever going to war against Diane Lockhart, this woman could show her how. Perhaps it's already begun.
Alicia: "So like many firms these days, we've got a liquidity problem and we're looking at losing two of our three..."
Maddie: "How long have you worked at Lockhart/Gardner? Do you like it?"
Alicia: "I'm a fourth-year. And I do."
Maddie: "Do a lot of people ask you about standing by your husband?"
Alicia: "Not so much anymore, but you're probably right. It'll all start up again soon enough."
Maddie: "Are you campaigning with your husband? You agree with him politically?"
Alicia: "Yes. And... Enough."
Maddie: "I can't find five people in the world I agree with politically."
No wonder. Whatever was on the other side of Caitlin, that's what she's looking at now. She stood on that porch all summer long, two women: The one that died when he left, and the one who didn't want him at all. Hesitating. It took her all summer, but she said it last week: What Caitlin taught her was that she didn't need to waste time rebelling against the box Peter put her in, or her mother-in-law, or anybody at all. The mindfulness of being just one woman, right now. Making her decisions.
And now this woman comes to say it's simpler and more complex: That the Tiger is real, but so is the Lady. That beyond rebellion is another kind of insurrection entirely; something Diane Lockhart can't even imagine yet. Rule 243 for the economy between men and women. She's uncomfortable; this woman's open arms, and smile. She backs away.
Alicia: "So... You'll consider our proposal?"
Maddie: "Oh, do you have to head off?"
Alicia: "Yeah, um, I came right from court. Lunch break."
Maddie, scrambling: "Okay, yes. Leave it with me? And if I have questions..."
Alicia: "My number's right there on the cover."
Maddie: "Your cell?"