Cary: "Hello. May I help you?"
Kalinda: "You ... May?"
She's tentative, at first. Just asking, open-handed. There's something scary in the air. The smile he puts on for other people.
Cary: Silent no on the fraud thing.
Kalinda: "Are you sure?"
Cary: "Am I sure I have nothing to offer you about our fraud investigation? I am."
Kalinda, almost bristling: "We just need to know if this leak to Gretchen Battista was faked, Cary, that's all. And if it was, then we need to get her to hold her story."
Still nothing. Kalinda leans forward and tries to act like a person -- "How have you been?" -- but either she's so bad at it or she's still trying to work him that it just comes out needlessly slimy, and he finally breaks.
Cary: "Oh, come on! Kalinda, you can fake somebody else, but you can't fake me."
Kalinda: "What am I faking?"
Cary: "Interest. Concern, friendship."
And what if she's not? What if she's not faking? What if she's lonely, and scared, and getting boxed in on all sides? What if she's relying, as usual, on Cary being the one person who will care about her without needing respect in return? His eyes are so mean, you know the mean-eyed look he gets when he's hurt. It's sad.
Cary: "Then let's be friends. But I still don't have anything for you about this fraud investigation. Check with Matan, it's his case."
Kalinda, almost to herself: "Hmm, he's no use."
Cary: "Because he doesn't want to sleep with you?"
Kalinda: "But you do?"
Merely an observation, he says. Her hackles are up. You tend to use people's feelings to further your investigations, he says. And is that what she did to him? I have to get back to work, he says. Welcome to the new normal.
Kalinda: "Cary, whatever I felt, I didn't invent..."
Cary: "That's great to know, Kalinda. Now I have to get back to work, and I think you do, too."
Kalinda, angrier than she has been yet this season, slams out of there like a stolen car. If you're looking for a message, that's the message: Whatever you're not willing to do, to punish yourself, the universe will do for you. That's gravity; the new normal. When you do the authentic thing, for inauthentic reasons, you'll know. And that knowing accumulates.