The Good Wife

DIANE (distant): The evidence does not support the finding

that my client is guilty of premeditated murder.

: Alicia? Alicia?

Alicia?

Your Honor, the trial is over.

The jury has heard the evidence.

The arguments now are purely about

your jury instructions, that's all...

And that's what we're arguing, Your Honor... Mr. Agos?

I know that interruption is a standard trope of today's modern

discourse, but do you happen to remember what I said about it?

You said you didn't like it.

Yes. If you did it again?

I was gonna have to go sit down. That's right.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The prosecution worries they failed to make

their case for first-degree murder.

We sympathize.

We don't think they made their case, either.

Our client

is innocent.

Officer Fisher didn't kill her husband.

She didn't take her service revolver

and shoot him in the head.

Yes, I see your hand, Counselor. Are you finished, Ms. Lockhart?

Why yes, I am, Your Honor.

The defense is forcing

the jury into an all-or-nothing deliberation--

first-degree murder or not guilty.

You're the ones who fought the all-or-nothing prosecution...

Mr. Coyne.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The evidence at trial is what should guide your decision.

The jury heard evidence

from which they could reasonably conclude that the elements

of second-degree murder have not been met... Ms. Venegas. Yes.

Yes, I received your message, ma'am.

I'm so sorry, but we can't accommodate you.

We limit enrollment to the beginning of the year.

I understand. It's just...

I know occasionally you make exceptions.

For legacy students, yes.

My children were students at your elementary school

before my husband and I moved away.

He's the new State's Attorney, you know.

Oh, Peter Florrick?

I wasn't making the connection.

Yes, and he would be thrilled if we could work this out.

Let's just meet to discuss.

Certainly. But you understand I can't make any promises.

Oh, yes, I understand. Uh, does tomorrow at 10:00 work?

Hmm! Great!

Thank you so much, Ms. Venegas. I'll see you then.

Peter, hi.

I set up a meeting with the headmistress at Capstone.

Really? I thought they said no. They did, but they're open

to a meeting, and it wouldn't hurt if you gave them a call.

She seemed... persuadable.

- When is the meeting? - Uh, it's tomorrow at 10:00, but you don't have to go.

I'll go. Okay.

Uh, tomorrow at 10:00.

And, um... I think she liked the State's Attorney thing, so...

I'll play it up. Okay?

All right, bye.

What happened?

The judge won't instruct on second-degree murder.

It's Judge Dunaway. You said he leaned toward the prosecution.

He used to. Where's the jury on this?

I don't think we convinced them of first degree.

You agree? I think the jury likes her.

I don't think we made the sale on premeditation.

So, why didn't we? We had a witness that fell through.

And some of the motions... they just didn't go our way.

Make the deal.

They'll want manslaughter.

Manslaughter, no. Second degree, four years.

Where the hell are all the tough-on-crime judges these days?

Mr. Gardner. One second.

I don't want things to be awkward.

I so don't want things to be awkward.

Good. Then they won't be.

So, that's it then, isn't it?

What?

We just decide it, and it's so?

Yep. We're adults.

Alicia?

Looks like you're needed.

Then I'll get back to work.

Thank you.

You have no reason to thank me, Alicia.

No reason at all.

I have these discovery documents

for you to go over...

Well fought, Cary.

You've become quite the litigator.

: Thank you, Diane.

We try to keep you guys honest.

So, we have an offer.

We probably should hurry, or the jury will be in soon.

Second degree, four years.

Diane, you still there?

Uh, yes, I'm here.

We're just thinking it over.

We'll take it to our client.

But she'll be much more inclined if you offer probation.

It's not going to be probation.

She killed her husband for the insurance money.

He committed suicide. Come on, he committed suicide

with her service revolver...?!

Too bad you couldn't shake the alibi. Okay, let's not go over this again.

We'll, uh, we'll take it to our client, Cary.

That's all we can say. Okay, do.

Just know you're not getting any better than this, okay, Diane?

Bye.

Yes! Yes!

Oh! Oh, well done!

They're offering second-degree murder.

Four years.

Four years?

The statutory minimum.

You'll be out in one.

It's good news, Lauryn.

They're worried about their case; that's why they're making an offer.

So I should wait for a verdict?

I don't know. Juries are unpredictable.

You're not saying much.

I don't have much to say.

Well, what should I do?

A year in prison or roll the dice with a verdict?

I think... that you need to make that decision, Lauryn.

You can't defer to anyone else.

You know what you did; you know what you didn't do.

You also know sometimes that doesn't matter.

It comes down to two things: The skill of your lawyers,

and the jury.

You have good lawyers.

The trial went our way, but the jury...

is an unknown.

They're your peers.

And I've never understood my peers.

I didn't do this.

That's why I'm going to pass on this deal.

I can't spend another day in prison for something I didn't do.

I'll roll the dice. Okay.

Then we sit and wait for the jury.

Oh, yeah, I talked with that headmistress.

She's a real piece of work.

: Yeah.

So, we'll split the cost.

No, I've got it.

We're going to split the cost of private school, Alicia.

That's non-negotiable.

Okay, thanks.

Where are we at with Grace?

No TV, no computer except homework.

No calls except to us.

And no calling Jimmy Patrick.

That's that Christian kid she was with?

Yeah. I'm gonna talk to him.

Oh, no, no, no, I'll talk to him.

No, I will.

I'm just bringing my computer for my homework.

Dad is keeping track.

Yeah, and Dad's a lot meaner than Mom.

Dad, do I get to drive?

Call me on your way to school tomorrow.

Okay. Love you.

Love you. See ya.

Joan of Arc, as only cable can tell it.

If only the Armagnacs and the Burgundians

would unite under one leadership.

Does monsieur want me to wash between the legs? - Oui.

But then there's Burgundy, and this insufferable peace treat...

Hi, it's me.

I know I shouldn't have called...

Are you sure? It's not too late?

Hey, sis.

You're lonely. That's the problem.

I'm lonely. I know I'm lonely.

So go call him.

Who? Will.

Owen, you're not listening to me.

I have kids.

You don't have kids. They're with Peter.

What?

Do you suddenly become a non-sexual person just because you have kids?

No. I am a parent.

And I have to stop being irresponsible.

How are you being irresponsible?

I'm married.

Then get divorced.

You're not Catholic.

Nobody's gonna send you to hell.

Are you in love with Will?

No, I don't think I am.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I think I was in love with "it."

You know, the attention.

The... Raw, animalistic sex?