Suits

Season #1

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ACT ONE:

INT. LSAT TESTING FACILITY - AFTERNOON

We open on a sign in large letters, “30 MINUTES LEFT.” As a

hand replaces “30” with “15;” REVEAL a large room filled with

college students furiously racing to finish the LSAT test.

We pan across to the one figure who seems unfazed. MIKE ROSS

(Mets hat, short-hair, glasses, goatee) has already finished

and is doodling on the back of the test.

Mike notices a PROCTOR walk by, looking at him curiously. He

quickly turns the test over and pretends to nervously work on

it. We speed up time as the “MINUTES LEFT” sign goes from

“10” to “5” to 4,3,2,1. Finally the proctor yells:

PROCTOR:

Time’s up. Pencils down.

Mike blends in with the students and tosses his test on the

pile. As he leaves, the proctor moves the pile to the side,

leaving Mike’s test on top, then he taps Mike from behind.

PROCTOR:

Excuse me. Do I know you from somewhere?

We see anxiety momentarily cross Mike’s face. He swallows,

then turns around to see the Proctor looking at him intently.

MIKE:

I don’t think so. I have a very good

memory for faces.

The Proctor shrugs, he must be wrong. Mike walks away. The

Proctor hesitates, thinks to himself, then turns to pick up

Mike’s test; the pile’s knocked over, no way to tell which is

the one he wants. He turns back; no Mike. He yells...

PROCTOR:

Hey!

He fights through a group of students to get out the door...

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LSAT TEST - CONTINUOUS

Mike’s just outside the door. He breaks into a run around

the corner to a door at the end of the hall. No good, jammed

with students, he won’t have time to get through. As he runs

to his right, he trips over a GUY WEARING A METS SHIRT.

INT. LSAT TEST FACILITY/HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

The proctor bursts through the throng of students and runs to

the door where Mike just was. He sees Mike from behind. He

grabs him, turns him around... it’s not Mike. The guy with

the Mets shirt is now wearing Mike’s Met’s cap. The proctor

looks down the hall, sees a men’s room and runs toward it.

INT. MEN’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mike is in a stall. Without his Mets cap, his hair comes

down to his shoulders. He quickly removes his glasses and

the fake goatee he had on and flushes them. He exits the

stall, looking 100% different than he did seconds ago...

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE MEN’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

A transformed Mike walks back down the hall with confidence.

He doesn’t break stride as the proctor runs by without even

noticing his existence. A small smile crosses his face...

INT. A SMALL APARTMENT - LATER

Mike knocks on the door of an apartment. It opens. The

YOUNG MAN looks exactly like Mike did at the LSAT’s. Short

hair, glasses, goatee. Mike returns his driver’s license.

MIKE:

Here.

YOUNG MAN:

What did you get me?

MIKE:

What I said I was going to... a 158.

YOUNG MAN:

I told you I wanted a 175.

MIKE:

And I told you only one out of hundred

people can score that. You’re a B-minus

student who got a thousand on the SAT’s.

I get you a 175 they’ll know you cheated.

YOUNG MAN:

So only a genius loser can get a 175?

MIKE:

Actually, I’d get a 180. Now, can I have

my money please?

The Young Man hands Mike a wad of cash. Mike counts it.

MIKE:

This is only half.

YOUNG MAN:

Then why don’t you go call the police?

The Young Man slams the door in Mike’s face.

EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - 9:00 PM

We pan across the water to the facade of a gorgeous office

complex at the southern tip of the city. The offices in the

building are all dark. Except one. We ZOOM IN:

INT. STATE OF THE ART CONFERENCE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Two highly paid teams of LAWYERS SCREAM across the sleekest

conference table ever made. A young lawyer, LOUIS LITT, (33,

slick, arrogant) quietly exits.

INT. HALLWAY/KATHERINE PEARSON’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Louis is in the doorway of, “Katherine Pearson, Managing

Partner.” Louis knocks. Katherine (50’s, distinguished)

doesn’t look up.

LOUIS:

We have a problem. The deal’s falling

apart.

KATHERINE:

Go get Harvey.

INT. PARK AVENUE CONDOMINIUM - SAME

Five well-heeled men play poker in the most expensive condo

in Manhattan. CLOSE ON HARVEY SPECTER, 42, with Clooney

looks. He’s fit, confident, takes pride in being welldressed.

He watches as the river card is turned... A GREY

HAIRED MAN smiles at Harvey as he pushes in his chips.

GREY HAIR:

Raise fifty thousand.

HARVEY:

I’m all in.

Harvey smiles back as he pushes a stack of chips three times

the size of Grey Hair’s bet into the pot.

INT. KATHERINE PEARSON’S OFFICE - SAME

Katherine is still at her desk. Louis knocks again.

LOUIS:

Gerald Tate is here. He wants to know

what’s happening to his deal.

KATHERINE:

Louis, didn’t I tell you to get Harvey?

LOUIS:

Trust me, I can handle Gerald Tate.

Katherine looks up as if noticing Louis for the first time.

KATHERINE:

No. You can’t.

INT. PARK AVENUE CONDOMINIUM - SAME

Harvey and Grey Hair are where we left them.

HARVEY:

The problem is, if you call, I’m going to

turn over two aces, and you’ll lose.

GREY HAIR:

Yeah, yeah. And if I fold, you’ll show

me the bluff and it’ll kill me.

HARVEY:

If you fold, I’m not showing you anything.

A beat. Grey Hair pushes his chips in. Harvey throws his

cards down, revealing two aces...

HARVEY:

That’s two hundred thousand.

(reads a text message, then)

You can pay me later... I’ve got to go.

INT. KATHERINE PEARSON’S OFFICE - 10:00 PM

GERALD TATE (55, street smart, ex-prize fighter) yells at

Katherine. Harvey saunters in unnoticed in his $4,000 suit.

GERALD:

I don’t care who’s on his way. I’m

paying you millions, and you’re telling

me I’m going to get screwed?!

HARVEY:

Katherine, have I come at a bad time?

She cracks a smile. The cavalry is here. She hands Harvey a

stack of deal memos. Harvey proceeds to examine them.

KATHERINE:

Gerald, I’d like you to meet Harvey

Specter. He’s our best attorney.

GERALD:

If you’re their best attorney, where the

hell have you been the last three hours?

A moment. Harvey speaks calmly while scanning the memos.

HARVEY:

Well, Gerald, I specialize in troubled

situations. And when I left here at 7:00

PM this deal wasn’t in jeopardy. So,

what I’m trying to do now is understand

what happened in the interim.

GERALD:

We keep raising the price and they keep

rejecting it. It’s last minute bad faith

bullshit.

Harvey ignores Gerald and continues scanning.

HARVEY:

It says here Cooper’s no longer staying

on as honorary Vice President.

GERALD:

That’s right. I don’t want him around.

HARVEY:

He... wouldn’t be around. It’s an

honorary position.

GERALD:

I don’t give a crap.

Harvey puts the memo down and looks Gerald in the eye.

HARVEY:

I think you do. Because that’s what

changed since I left. Which means it’s

you who’s been dealing in bad faith.

GERALD:

Well, now that you’ve gotten a handle on

what’s happened in the God damn interim,

what are you going to do about it?

Because he’s not getting that title.

Harvey casually pours a glass of water.

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