Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 14 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Clean
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 22 | Aired on 04.28.2013
Cristian: "No, this is a fuck you thing. I'll take your money, and continue to be your mother's gigolo, and you won't do a damn thing about it. I don't want to leave her."
Peter: "It's not about what you want."
Cristian: "Um, or is it?"
L/G
Cary: "Ah! Oh, hey Kalinda."
Kalinda: "Peter won."
Cary: "I know. What's up?"
Kalinda: "Fuck you is what's up. You led me on with a proposal and then went to Robyn?"
Cary: "Kind of that is what I did, yes."
Kalinda: "Go to hell forever, Cary Agos. And have fun with whatever nauseatingly scary secrets Robyn Burdine is hiding. I hope you two are very unhappy, for the rest of your lives."
Cary: "Damn, girl! Come back! Oh. Ah, well. Win some, lose some. The important thing is, I finally tagged it. Just like Kalinda said."
CAMPAIGN
Peter: "Zach, great job winning me that election!"
Zach: "Whatever, it's fine."
Peter: "Jackie! Did you forget you just congratulated me? We need to talk about Cris..."
Jackie, sub rosa: "If you ever fuck with my life again I will end you. Got it?"
Peter: "Whoa..."
Jackie: "Congratulations, son!"
The whole time he's trying to get through the crowd to Alicia, who's in the suite's bedroom, and the whole time she's staring out into the crowd, imagining Will there.
Peter: "Alicia! We did it! First Lady of Illinois!"
FLOIL: "That's weird. That's awesome, but weird. I need to hit the head."
Peter: "Are you okay?"
FLOIL: "I'm fine, I just... It's been a bitch of a night, you know? I bent my ethics farther than ever, and they kind of twanged back on me in the eye, like a tape measure. Did you catch how I whored out our kid?"
Peter: "I know! Everything's comin' up Florrick!"
ENSUITE
She stares in the mirror for a while, pacing the luxurious areas -- this place is almost as big as her office! -- and then finally she breathes, sleep-deprived. But it's easy, once she dials. It's almost clean.
"Do you still want to talk? Meet me at my apartment. I'll... Get away. Right now."
She sneaks past Peter, still hanging out handshakes and giggling with excitement. A good man, a strong man. A man who keeps trying. She mirrors the finales, one by one, as she pulls through and out of the crowd, breathing heavy. She's not about to cry this time, or fall over, or fall apart. But she's shaking. It looks like passion. Like butter in the pan.
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