If there’s one lesson The Good Wife has taught us, it’s this: friendship matters. It matters even more when you can’t trust on your husband, you can’t relate to your kids, and your colleagues are all treacherous, maddeningly mysterious, or both.
I can’t pretend I really understood what either of tonight’s cases were about, or what was motivating Alicia in her dealings with maybe-corrupt Judge Schakowsky or maybe-caddish investigator Jason. Lucca seemed dubious, which was enough confirmation for me that wading into unfair practice in the Bond Court was ill-advised. Don’t we already know that the whole system is horribly unfair, denying justice to poor Chicagoans on a daily basis?
Things came to a head with Alicia being sued for malpractice and there was a super-awkward moment where Lucca was forced to chase Alicia into her utility room (the perils of the home office). Suddenly Alicia was spilling her guts.
“I was in love. He died.”
Now see, that’s a bit of a distortion, because she wasn’t in love with Will when he died. I was glad Eli was able to clarify this point and still elicit an “apology accepted” from the history-rewriting drama queen. Of course, part of the reason his apology was accepted was probably because Jason was back in town and Alicia realised she had two choices: a greet into the washing machine or a snog in the lift.
Meanwhile, Diane was trying to stop the shutdown of a student newspaper following outrage over a pro-Israel editorial. This meant a return to arbitration and the reappearance of the lawyer who was overlooked at Lockhart, Whatever and Whatever for …. um … being too mousy? Not being David Lee’s niece? One of those. Maybe both.
Speaking of family ties, I have little time for Alicia’s shitty attitude to her kids. Zach is a brilliant son who handled the whole dad-shagging-hookers thing in an incredibly mature way – if Alicia doesn’t want him to turn into Peter then disowning him was probably a bad strategy. Grace was pretty insufferable during her self-righteous Christian phase but that was obviously a reaction to her unpleasant home life and she is now excellent, loyal and enterprising.
“I have no friends. I’m 30 years old and I don’t have a single friend” – I just don’t buy it, and I wish the writers would give up this New Kalinda nonsense. Lucca’s a laugh; I’d be her friend in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t have trusted Kalinda to hold my place in a queue.
“There seems to have been a round of musical chairs while I wasn’t looking” – says the judge, mere scenes before Alicia gets another offer to go back and work for Lockhart, Agos, Lee, Florrick, Quinn, Tom, Dick and Skipper.
Lucca: “Your smile thing, your bedroom-eyes BS…”
Jason (smiles, smoulders, ramps up bedroom eyes): “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
OH COME ON