Suits

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- There's no violation with us seeing each other.

- This isn't something that I am trying to get away with.

It's something I'm feeling inside.

- My son was up for parole next month.

He wouldn't have gotten into a fight.

- There's got to be at least 20 complaints

of prisoners being denied their release date.

- And every one of them involves injuries

and some kind of vague disciplinary action.

- If our firm is in any way associated with that case,

we lose a huge client. - I'm not working on it.

- Then you're gonna put that in writing.

You have nothing to do with this case.

- My job requires a reputation for discretion.

He'll never tell a soul,

and your business will stay intact.

You lived a lie for years.

You can't keep a secret about working one goddamn case?

- We have a job we'd like to offer you.

- I don't do business with people I don't trust.

You can help these people.

I want $50,000.

Oliver, it's me. I'm in.

- What about your promise to Harvey?

You let me worry about Harvey.

Hey.

Wait, you're leaving?

Why didn't you wake me?

- 'Cause you still have an hour before your alarm goes off.

- It's 6:30. Where are you going?

There's no way you have something this early for Harvey.

- I got something at the clinic with Oliver.

He needs my help with a case.

Wait.

I was hoping we could have dinner tonight.

- I probably have to meet with Oliver tonight, too.

- Well, then why don't you ask Harvey for some time off

to take care of what you're working on?

- He's already letting me go back and forth.

I don't wanna take advantage.

- Mike, I'm just worried about you

burning the candle at both ends.

Yeah.

We talked about it last night.

It's not gonna last forever. I promise.

Okay.

Go back to bed.

Oliver, I can't be here all day.

So let's get down to it. What do you got?

- I've got us a meeting in Brooklyn with Marc Stevens.

Who's Marc Stevens?

- He is plaintiff number 18 in our class.

We're meeting him at nine. - Great.

That'll give us time to come up with our cover story.

- Mike, I know you're not technically allowed

to work on this, but no one here is gonna rat you out.

- It's not a technicality. Oliver, we've been over this.

Me working on this case means the whole thing

could get tossed out.

I get it.

There's only two people in the loop, me and you.

- Exactly. So if Nathan asks...

Nathan asks what?

Nathan.

I was just telling Oliver

that if you get sick of seeing me around here,

then he's gonna have to tell you too bad,

'cause I am not gonna let the Brooklyn Housing Project

keep bullying its tenants.

- You can't handle the BHP on your own?

- I can, but it's nice having Mike give me some backup.

Good.

Tell you the truth, after you made me sign

that conflict of interest waiver on Oliver's prison case,

I didn't think you'd be around here that much at all.

Is there anything left for me?

- No, you slept in late so you missed me making you breakfast.

I see, but for the record,

heating up Pop-Tarts isn't making me breakfast.

- Well, how 'bout I make it up to you

and not take you out to lunch?

- I appreciate the non-invitation,

but I can't today.

- Come on, why not? - I have an appointment.

- Since when do you see patients at lunch?

- It isn't with a patient, Harvey.

It's actually with my lawyer.

What do you mean, your lawyer?

- It's nothing. It's a nuisance suit

from an ex-business partner.

- Well, who's handling it for you?

- I hope you're not about to suggest

that you handle it for me.

- I'm not, but I can get you to the next best person.

- And does this person have a name?

Louis Litt.

- The one you punched in the face?

- Paula, he's the best man for the job.

I'm telling you, Louis is a pit bull.

- And who says I want a pit bull?

- Listen to me, if whatever this thing is,

it's reached the level of a lawsuit,

you're gonna need a lawyer like Louis

whether you like it or not.

- Well, I appreciate your concern, Harvey,

but I prefer to handle this myself.

But if you still want to help,

why don't you buy me a new box of Pop-Tarts?

Any flavor will do, as long as it's strawberry.

It was total bullshit.

- Are you saying you didn't get in a fight at all?

No, I got in a fight,

but it was only to stay alive.

- Just tell us what happened. We're on your side.

- Look, I was two months from getting out, okay?

I was gonna keep my head down

every single day until I walked.

Next thing I know, some big-ass son of a bitch

is on top of me, and I'm the one that gets extra time?

- What was his name? - I don't know, man.

I have no idea.

- Look, Marc, I don't know if you're afraid of payback

or something, but we need to know everything if we're gonna...

- I'm not afraid of no payback, okay?

I don't know who he was.

And if I knew, I would tell you.

Look, that place took two years of my life.

Two extra years on top of the two for stealing a few TVs.

If you're going after them, then I want in on this.

- Then you're in, but I was in prison

an even shorter time than you, and I still knew

all the guys' names on my cellblock.

So either he was new to yours or you were new to his.

Either way, I need to know what happened.

- That's easy. I had dinner in a different block that night.

- Why did you do that? - 'Cause they told me to.

- Who told you to? - The guards.

Look, they would post it on the wall whenever

they felt like it to keep us from getting too comfortable.

- Which means you don't know the guard

who decided to move you, and you don't know the name

of the guy you got in a fight with.

- I'm telling you guys, man, I'm not lying.

I don't think you are.

I think they set it up that way.

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- Louis. - Hold on, man.

What are you doing?

Playing desktop cornhole.

It's supposed to calm my nerves.

- Okay, I hate to interrupt, but I need to ask a favor.

- Anything. What do you need?

- You know I was seeing a psychiatrist last year, right?

- Harvey, if this has to do with your well-being,

I'm all ears, but as you know,

I'm not a licensed practitioner of mental health services...

Louis, that's not it.

Look, my psychiatrist is being sued.

She has her own attorney, but I don't trust him,

and I want you to handle it. - I don't understand.

If you don't trust him, why aren't you taking it?

- I told you, she's my therapist.

Yeah, was.

That doesn't stop you from helping her with a legal issue.

All right, you want the truth?

I'm seeing her.

You're dating your therapist?

- Look, I don't need a lecture from you, Louis.

- This isn't a lecture, Harvey. If you're dating your therapist

and someone finds out about it, she could lose her license.

No, she can't.

We didn't start dating until

after the official waiting period was over.

- I want your word on that, because if someone ever asks...

- You have my word. I wouldn't lie about that.

Okay, I'll go talk to her.

But wait a second, Harvey,

does Donna have any idea about the two of you?

No, she doesn't,

and for right now I'd like to keep it that way.

- Six years for stealing a few TVs, that's not right.

- No, it's not. - What's our next move?

- We gotta figure out who decided

a guy two months from parole

should eat in a different cellblock.

- How the hell are we gonna do that?

- I don't know, Oliver, but right now you're gonna

have to work on that yourself.

- What are you talking about? Where are you going?

- If I don't show my face at work,

Harvey is gonna get suspicious.

- Mike, are you sure what we're doing is worth it?

- Oliver, you're the one that pushed me

to stick with this in the first place.

You heard that guy, they doubled his sentence.

Chris Reyes is dead.

Yeah, it's worth it.

You must be Harvey Specter.