She drives the forty miles out to Kurt's house, and there's a hot young thing there too -- all these men with their little girl ladies! -- and Diane, for once, seems a bit speechless. But of course, it's not as it seems, so Kurt and the young thing invite her in for what promises to be an awkward little teatime.
Since Will isn't practicing law right now, he immediately runs to Mr. Thomas to practice some law. A briefly weird conversation later, we have our next big twist: FMT is involving himself in this case and stealing neurologists not for Louis Canning, but because he's cooking up his own class action: Seven players with head injuries, altogether illustrating a pattern of the League's blithe mishandling of that stuff going back years. Will asks him to come along and turn this into one giant clusterfuck, but he can't do that because the reason Canning was so eager to involve himself in the Duvurney case is because it'll help him fight off the eventual class.
The young lady, when we rejoin this little threesome, turns out to be a barnburner of a conservative, caught mid-res in hammering out some silly-ass Fox News thing about Obamacare and socialist fascism. We discuss the 1% briefly, sidestep Citizen's United as usual, and then turn to whether or not the Supreme Court is a puppet of liberals or conservatives, whether or not Diane is a Highland Park champagne liberal, etc. It's succinct, is what it is.
Once the little lady runs out of steam, Diane confirms that she's Kurt's wingnut protégée, and he reiterates that he's more interested in arguing with Diane than having some teabagger parrot his insane views back to him. So, charming as ever, when he changes course to how come it's taken Diane a whole year to turn up at his door, breathless and horny, she finds herself choosing her words almost as carefully as Alicia Florrick might. Then: kissin'!
GRACE, AS USUAL, IS
The unwilling patsy for a bunch of bullshit. Seems Marina the horrible real estate agent has done an end-run around Alicia, coming after the kids once again, this time with a ten-percent discount on the old Highland Park house. Once again Alicia tries to explain to her daughter that she is a gullible idiot, and once again Grace -- like the gullible idiot she is -- explains in all seriousness that Marina was acting without a real agenda. Alicia gets that Grace headache she gets, but of course Grace is also her Achilles Heel because she's such a sweet and funny daughter, so the financial pressure mounts. Don't do it, Alicia! I know you love her, we all secretly love her, but you cannot allow Grace to make your decisions for you! That is the worst plan!