Temple and Lionel agree that this is a matter of form over substance, and doesn't lead toward justice. He commands L/G to turn over everything, and warns them about further withholding. Outside, Will asks Lionel about the $800K, and he just laughs in their faces.
Nick tries, pitiably, to shake Alicia when she fires him as a client. She provides him with a list of other firms, and he reminds her he's ready to incorporate, but she's not having it. She swears it's not him, it's them, and even sociopathic criminal sex-choker Nick can't seem to get a read, such is the pokerfaced power of Alicia Florrick. Finally he gives up, pours himself a glass of Perrier, attempts to drink it in a terrifying manner, pours another -- this one sloshing down his chin a bit, which is a little more terrifying, for what it's worth -- and then stomps out into the firm, pushing over flowerpots and kicking baseboards as he goes.
The last thing Nick sees as the elevator doors close is a coquettish Kalinda, watching him through the glass, grinning as though she'd never been scared in her life; as though the bird she's flipping him weren't merely implied. But once he's gone, the smile falls again.
BEACHAM JURY INVESTIGATION
Cary: "The Rule 243s were written on yellow legal pad, which these seven are using."
Kalinda: "The ring question suggests a woman."
Will: "Or someone who knew the Fiancée..."
Kalinda: "She doesn't recognize any of them."
Cary: "Nothing in their backgrounds suggests a connection."
Will: "And the antidepressants?"
Cary: "Somebody had a brother-in-law who is a paramedic..."
Kalinda: "But #5, on her voir dire form she wrote '3' under number of children, then crossed it out and wrote '2'."
Will: "That is some Hemingway shit right there. Steinbeckian. Ouch."
Kalinda: "No kidding. So yeah. I'm thinking dead kid, depression, antidepressants."
Will: "How sad for her. But I guess we can't excuse her just for losing a kid. I can at least play on her sympathies, though. This is good info. Harsh, good info."
Diane: "Alicia, a word? How did it go with Maddie?"
Alicia: "Good? She wouldn't talk to me about the lease, really."
Diane: "She's weird! She's a weirdo, she hates women. Well, but she was open to the proposal?"
Alicia: "I guess. I gave her my number..."
Diane: "I bet she's going to call you, too. On your phone. Goddammit. You're going to be drinking Cosmopolitans in hotel bars by the end of the week, I can fee... No, no Diane. Keep it together. This is for the firm. Alicia, I want you to call her first."
Alicia: "And say what?"
Lockhart: "Whatever. Like you ever talk, I don't know. Something to make her do whatever you want, like everybody else on this show."