Alicia takes a full breath, her first of the episode, and the phone rings. It is a weird conversation.
Marina: "I'm so thrilled! But how come you didn't go through me?"
Alicia: "What is it that you are talking about?"
Marina: "Why did you use another agent in my office to buy that house? I mean, it's fine. I've got the final right here. Florrick."
Alicia: "You're saying somebody named Florrick bought that house I didn't buy? I'm going to have to call you back. Maybe from jail."
She thinks it's Peter, but you know it's not Peter. Not on this show, it would never be a man on this show. Not when it's about the house. A house. Any home. I must admit, I leapt to Grace because she fucks everything up all the time -- even Alicia picks up a framed photo of Peter with the kids, smirking as usual -- but by the end of this scene, I was pretty sure which Florrick we were talking about. In an episode full of people pulling strings behind the scenes -- the old white men of the IPRA, Lana using the IRS, Alicia herself manipulating a lady because she's the one that pulls them even -- you go to the top. And who pulls Peter's strings? Often without even telling him? Often seemingly just to fuck with Alicia?
PREVIOUSLY ON CSI: MIAMI
Oh no wait. We're still watching The Good Wife. On CBS, a national television broadcaster which has existed since 1927 which is longer than TV itself has existed, and still doesn't seem to understand the fact that TV shows are broadcast on it.
These kids with their Twitter and Nintendo I tell ya, why, I remember the days you'd just turn on the radio and be satisfied with whatever they gave you. Sometimes it was news about our boys in Korea, sometimes it was somebody selling dish soap on a variety revue, or a comedy serial about a colored gentleman and his mixed-up daffy wife. You took what you were offered, and you goddamn well loved it.
LOCKHART + GARDNER 4 EVER