Jackie: "Where should I start? Chicago was very different when I was a girl..."
Alicia walks Ira to the conference room, where he's just been through another round with his two children -- a boy, and a girl -- who've been missing him all weekend.
Ira: "You think this mediation is hard?"
Alicia: "I'm really sorry about all of this..."
Ira: "Hey, they're all tough. We just have to remain human."
One thing I do love about Alicia is that she actually listens when people talk. "How do we do that?" she asks; she really needs to know. "Find a box for this, and keep it in that box." She thanks him, honestly; she digests it and nods and thanks him. But he's wrong, this time. This time, it's the opposite.
Inside, it doesn't take Celeste too long at all, to once again do exactly the things Will said she would. "You failed, Will," she says. "I know what it looks like when he fails, and he is failing," she says. "Alicia, talk to him," she says. "I'm just saying, Will and I talked last night, and we were trying to negotiate a deal, but clearly his ego got in the way, and... I used to be able to talk to him. I can't talk to him now, so you'll have to talk to him."
The world untwists into a new shape, for Ira and for everyone. Celeste has rewritten the fundamental assumptions. Ira's response is human, authentic. Will and Alicia are "horrified."
Will: "Celeste, what are you doing?"
Celeste, wild and high: "I'm talking to her! I'm just saying that Will and I got together, we had a productive session, that's all, and I was thinking we should do that again..."
Will blushes; Alicia stares at the floor. They roll their eyes, conspicuously. Ira, appalled, tries to rein them in but it's too late: Poor St. Alicia heads for the door, looking sickened. Ira has two kids, and he wants to go home. Outside, Alicia smiles to herself, a secret little smile; it's sweet and it's sad.
Inside, Ira takes Will's side as firmly as possible. He tells Celeste to raise her offer because the overdose defense won't work, but he's clearly just checked out of the whole thing. Celeste gets it, sees what she did wrong -- although not the box Will and Alicia put them in, with her -- and changes tack.
Jason Doyle, the manufacturer's project manager on the SCS, was deposed as saying that according to FDA rules, they and Farland were both operating legally. "But Mr. Gardner seemed to imply that Dr. Farland was Josef Mengele," Celeste spit in the deposition, not that Doyle knew who that was. Doyle stated that manufacturers are allowed to decide which devices need to be submitted, and that if it's just a minor modification, they don't have to bother. At the deposition, Alicia pulled out another SCS, already approved, and compares it to Farland's SCS, which looked pretty different, not minorly different at all.