You know the episode title reflects back on different aspects of the show. This week, we have a musician in a video strumming on his acoustic guitar. We have end of life debates. And we have more than a few characters lose hold of their moral anchors. And here I was, afraid Alicia was going to have to get in bed with Will in order to keep her job, when what she really needed to do was get in bed with Eli Gold.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. The plastic cases snap open in unison. Zach Grenier is so good at playing happily amoral. Not psychotic levels of amoral β hopefully he has some sort of standard β but he sees his advantage and presses it.
Good plan. Courtney, of course, plays the spoiler. She walks back into the main office floor. She looks into both offices. Of course he is. Alicia shoots cultured, elegant daggers with her eyes. In my office. You know the face I mean. Cary pops his head of his office to compliment her for her work on a brief, and to offer her any assistance in his power in her goal to be a paralegal.
I hate to see this. Oh, sure, you were only chilly rather than actually mean, but still. That was enough. Cary is all about catching those flies with honey. How ironic is that, that she cares and cares and cares, and is going mad holding everyone together, only for one tiny lapse to mean so much? Alicia, thoroughly irritated by Eli, shoots her down again chiefly because Courtney is trying to be circumspect.
Darn it! Eli, by the way, has shown up because he needs Alicia in his corner. Turns out that Childs is going to drop the retrial now that Kozko has killed himself. No lip service will content Peter. Alicia takes it as such and politely tosses him out.
