In the end, it seems like Louis Canning might not be such a horrible addition to the joint after all. Although it’s still too early to truly tell if he’s genuine, he doesn’t seem hell bent to kick out Diane at all, and he’s also done the firm a big favor by cutting off some of the out-of-reach expansions Will had been going bananas for, thank goodness. Kalinda and Diane approach him at the end of last week’s episode to say thanks, in a glorious side-by-side team, admitting that it’s hard to trust him because of his past track record.
He essentially tells them to chill out, leaving the office with this reassuring tagline: “I might be a scumbag, but hey, I’m your scumbag.”
Alicia continues to go through the long, messy, haphazard process of grief, but people being dicks really kickstarts her back into gear. Particularly, the current State Attorney, who is taking up the mantle of Being A Real Sleazeball Right Now. When last week’s episode began, Alicia still looked like this:
But after learning that she’d been wiretapped for months for no good reason, and then witnessing the State Attorney blatantly trying to scapegoat Finn Polmar into taking the fall for Will Gardner’s death, she gets pissed, and starts showing up. She even shouts “EXCUSE ME!” when the State Attorney tries to backtrack out of his sleaziness, and proceeds to tell him why he’s a piece of shit. Thankyouverymuch.
And at the beginning of this week’s episode, Alicia appears just too damn busy to sit down and be sad. She’s at Colin Sweeney’s house–ugh–to get his signature for some lucrative merger thing that will bring in Florrick Agos a lot of money, and while she’s following him around she’s also taking calls from Eli about pictures of her son with a bong appearing on Gawker–hahaha–and calls from Finn about State Attorney’s continued dickiness. She’s so busy trying to juggle a million things that she loses track of Sweeney for a second, and she still needs him to initial some things. And then suddenly he shows up again, all Sweeney-ish and swaggery and that weird combo of charming and creepy. He’s in a good mood because he’s engaged, again, to a different beautiful woman, Renata, played by the gorgeous Laura Benanti.
Alicia’s finally got her signatures and then suddenly there’s a scream and Renata sweeps down the stairs in hysterics, and we discover one of her friends hanging from a chandelier upstairs. There are a few things that are almost immediately clear: this wasn’t suicide, and Alicia is now a witness.
The rest of this episode–which, by the way, is directly by Josh Charles–is a twisty turny murder mystery that’s a completely engaging episodic tale, taking a brief step back from the intense character development we’ve had in the last few episodes. It does show, however, that as much as Alicia is trying to get back into the game, she’s still a little off. As a witness, she mixes up one African-American man for another in her testimony, an always awkward and offensive situation, even though she does confess to it immediately. She also constantly questions what she saw, playing it over doubtfully in her mind, especially that brief period when she lost sight of Sweeney. It seems obvious that she should report this period that he went missing, but she repeatedly doesn’t. Does she stand by him because he’s her client? Or does she stand by her story because she really believes he couldn’t have left her sight? I’m not completely sure. Moral lines are always blurred when it comes to Colin Sweeney.