Suits

I lost Ava her company.

I assume my deal with Edward is dead.

As long as you win her murder trial,

you'll be the next managing partner.

I'm sleeping with Stephen.

I can see that.

So you're not upset?

No.

I got an interview.

Look, I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to tell you, Mike.

I don't know, how about,

"hey, Mike, I might go to law school 3,000 miles away"?

This isn't about me getting personal with Gianopolous.

This is about me getting personal with Donna.

Chain of custody is something I know a little bit about,

thanks to you.

Save yourself the embarrassment

and cancel this trial.

We're in the ring, I'm still standing,

and this isn't done.

It's going up on the wall tomorrow.

And this is your way of getting me on your side?

I don't want you on my side.

I want us to be on the same side.

- You look happy. - Do I?

Why?

Um, I don't know, Donna, it's hard to explain.

All right, I'll tell you.

Mikado finally slept in my bed last night,

and when I woke up this morning,

it felt like the whole world was hugging me.

I lost 9 ounces.

My teeth whiteners are working.

I found five new hairs on the top of my head.

And to top it all off, I just found out

that Esther broke her foot in three places.

Your sister?

Yeah, crutches for seven months.

Serves her right. Dad's favorite.

Mm.

I need a day.

Dom Perignon's on ice

and Bloomberg's closing Broadway

for the ticker-tape parade.

You saw the sign?

Yeah, dream come true for any lawyer.

I don't have dreams. I have goals.

Now it's on to the next one.

When did you find out?

Last night.

Why didn't you tell me?

I shouldn't have to.

Meaning?

Meaning your focus hasn't been where it usually is.

Okay, meaning that my focus has been on Stephen.

If that's what you mean, then just say it.

Just admit that it bothers you about me and him.

I'm not admitting anything

because there's nothing to admit.

And Stephen or not, you know as well as I do

I've never had to tell you a thing.

You've always just known.

- You've had too much coffee. - What are you talking about?

After two cups, your signature slants.

After three, it scrawls.

And after four, it's chicken scratch.

They're not gonna accept these.

You're crazy.

How many cups have you had today?

Five.

How'd you do that?

It's what I do.

I read, I analyze, I fix.

Bullshit.

You're wearing a blue shirt,

which means you won big in poker last night.

You missed a spot shaving,

which means you had less than five hours of sleep.

And your left wrist,

which you claim you sprained playing basketball,

still hasn't healed because your loud tie is hanging

ever so slightly to the left.

Loud, by the way, because you won big in poker last night.

For your information,

I didn't lose sleep just because of poker.

Yeah, you did.

Melanie's not in the picture anymore.

- You knew about Melanie? - And Charlotte.

And Nadia.

Okay, I don't want you working for me anymore.

Harvey, stop playing footsie with your secretary.

Mackenzie brothers are here.

We need to get these assholes to cave.

I had an idea. Nite owl murders.

We're not using an idea you got from L.A. Confidential.

How is that different from you shooting a dead guy

just because Sean Connery did it in The Untouchables?

What are you prepared to do?

Is that supposed to be Sean Connery?

Don't even think that you can do Connery better than me.

Junior.

He's a lying member

of a no-good race.

Ease up, James Bond.

So you gonna come out and say it?

Say what?

All those observations.

You're into me.

I'm not into you. I'm Donna.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I could do the same thing with Bertha

that I did with you.

All that means is that you're into Bertha too.

Ooh, what if I am?

We can have a threesome.

Trust me, if you were ever lucky enough to have me,

you wouldn't want to share.

Dude, you gonna share that shit with me or what?

Negatory.

Mmhmm.

All right, you can have some, but take it easy.

It's gotta last until tomorrow.

I thought you had 3 ounces.

I sold it. Daddy's gotta eat.

Wait a minute, you're dealing now?

Friends and family, asshole.

What are you, AT&T?

What are you, the FCC?

You don't even know what that is.

- Yes, I do. - Really?

Tell me what they do. I'll give you $500.

You're a dick.

A dick who just got a hundred on his Calc midterm.

You got the results back already?

No, but trust me, hundred.

You know who else thinks you're a dick?

That math test.

Well, that's fine, because I just made it my bitch.

Up top, mother flecker!

Whoa, you're gonna leave me hanging?

Like you're gonna leave me hanging?

You got into Harvard, dickhead.

They accepted my transfer?

Yeah, they did.

Holy goddamn shit.

Wait a minute, you read my mail?

What's the point of going through it

if I'm not gonna read it? I hate you.

Yeah, mother flecker!

Holy shit, dude.

We gotta celebrate. Yeah.

Those douche bags over at A.E. Pi are having a party.

It's on.

It's still on.

There's a reason Cameron hasn't raised the white flag

with Ava yet.

What is it?

I was filing our motion to dismiss

when I noticed his office faxed the court

from the Waldorf Astoria.

He's been booking rooms all over Manhattan.

And turns out two days ago,

he also called in the U.S. Marshals.

Protective custody.

- 20 men strong. - Shit.

This case isn't over.

He's got another goddamn witness.

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Rachel, come on, let's just sit down,

for ten minutes, please. This is ridiculous.

I can't. I don't wanna miss my flight.

You're not gonna miss your flight.

It doesn't leave for another three hours.

And you're supposed to be there two hours before,

and the airport's an hour away.

And you know what, instead of giving me a hard time

about my travel habits,

it'd be nice if you'd just come with me to the airport.

Rachel, you know the case I'm working on,

you know the deadline, and you know the stakes.

What I know is you don't want me to visit Stanford

because you don't want me to go to Stanford.

I never said that.

I just said I wish you had told me that you had applied.

Well, I did, and now you're being shitty

because you don't want me to go,

and you won't even just admit it.

Look, do you really want this to be easy for me?

All I wanted is for you to tell me

to have a good trip and to mean it.

Have a good trip.

Okay, you're telling me that if I can guess

your exact birthday, you will kiss me right here.

If you can guess my birthday,

I'll kiss you...

Wow.

That is very detailed.

All right, I'm ready to get started.

Uh, I need 360--

I'm sorry, I gotta borrow my friend here.