Suits Page #9

Season #1

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INT. MIKE’S STUDIO APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT

Mike comes home to find Trevor on his couch, watching TV.

MIKE:

What the hell are you doing here?

TREVOR:

Watching Sportscenter. Boo-yah.

Trevor gives Mike a big smile. Nothing. He gets serious.

TREVOR:

You won’t return my calls.

MIKE:

Yeah, because you set me up.

TREVOR:

You think I knew about that?

MIKE:

Here we go, round fifty of I get shafted,

because you didn’t know the whole story.

Now Trevor tries righteousness.

TREVOR:

Hey, you knew there were risks when you

quoted that sh*t from that book. You

knew it, you needed the money, and I came

through with an opportunity like always.

Trevor realizes this tack won’t work. He goes for sympathy.

TREVOR:

You know, you’re not the only one who got

screwed. They held a gun on me.

MIKE:

Oh, really? Why did they do that?

TREVOR:

To keep me from warning you.

MIKE:

So you did know.

TREVOR:

Not until after it was too late.

MIKE:

Well it’s damn sure too late now.

Mike holds the door open for Trevor to leave.

TREVOR:

Let me make it up to you.

MIKE:

You want to make it up? Give me my key.

TREVOR:

(giving key, cajoling)

Mike, come on, you know I don’t want to

live in a world where we’re not tight.

MIKE:

(sarcastic)

Then kill yourself. Now get the hell out.

Trevor exits. Mike checks for the briefcase. It’s there.

He opens it to make sure it’s still full of pot. It is...

END OF ACT THREE

ACT FOUR:

INT. MIKE’S CUBICLE - NEXT AFTERNOON

Mike opens an envelope, reads it and quickly heads off...

INT. HARVEY’S OFFICE/HALLWAY - LATER THAT AFTERNOON

Harvey leaves his office and passes Donna on the way out.

HARVEY:

Donna, I need the --

She instantly hands him an envelope clearly full of cash.

HARVEY:

Oh, also I didn’t get a chance to --

She gives him a coffee to go. A beat.

HARVEY:

Marry me.

DONNA:

I took care of that too. We’ve been

married for the last seven years.

Harvey smiles and heads out. Mike approaches, concerned.

MIKE:

The company’s fighting the subpoena.

They filed a motion to dismiss the case

based on our lack of evidence.

Harvey doesn’t stop walking.

HARVEY:

Good.

Mike stands there a beat, then walks after Harvey.

MIKE:

Good. What do you mean good?

HARVEY:

They don’t want to hand over the files.

You pressed where it hurt. You’re

looking in the right place.

Mike catches up. They keep walking to the elevators.

HARVEY:

Did you think they wouldn’t fight back?

MIKE:

Well... I... now that you mention it.

HARVEY:

It’s my fault. I keep forgetting you

don’t actually know anything. The idea

is you make a move, they make a move and

back and forth til one of you wins.

MIKE:

But what if they win the motion and the

case gets dismissed?

Harvey arrives at the elevators and presses the down button.

HARVEY:

Then you’re not as good as you think you

are.

The elevator door opens. Katherine is in it. She stays in

as the rest of the people file out...

KATHERINE:

What a coincidence. I was just wondering

how it’s going with the pro bono case.

HARVEY:

Fantastic, I’m all over it.

Katherine is now alone in the elevator. Harvey gets on.

KATHERINE:

That makes me happy. Because if I were

to find out you weren’t giving it your

full effort, I would be very upset...

Concern registers on Harvey’s face as the door closes. Mike

turns to go back to his cubicle. He sees Rachel, catches up

to her and follows her through the halls back to her office.

MIKE:

I need your help. There’s a hearing on

my subpoena.

RACHEL:

I’ve got three other cases ahead of

yours, so you’ll have to wait in line.

MIKE:

But my hearing is tomorrow.

She stops outside of her office and turns to Mike.

RACHEL:

Why are you coming to me?

MIKE:

Because Donna says you’re the best

researcher in the firm.

RACHEL:

Let me see the motion.

Mike hands it to her. She reads it as they enter her office.

INT. RACHEL’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Mike sees Rachel’s office is much nicer than his cubicle.

MIKE:

Wait. You have an office? Why do you

have an office and I only have a cubicle?

Rachel smiles.

RACHEL:

Like you said, I’m the best researcher in

the firm.

MIKE:

Really? I just made that up. I didn’t

even have time to talk to Donna.

Mike smiles. Rachel isn’t amused.

RACHEL:

Is this all a joke to you? Because I

take my job seriously.

MIKE:

I’m sorry, I was just -- I care about

this woman. She’s got nowhere else to

turn and -- I can’t help her by myself.

Rachel looks at Mike and sees he’s sincere. He puts his

hands up to his head as though they are dog ears and then

flaps one of them over. Rachel breaks into a smile.

RACHEL:

I get it. You’re a puppy. Do me a

favor, don’t poop on my laptop.

Rachel looks back down at the file, then back at Mike:

RACHEL:

You’re asking to look at private files

without any evidence of your assertion.

MIKE:

But the only way we can find the evidence

is by looking at those files.

RACHEL:

That’s a rickety argument.

MIKE:

But is there precedent?

She sees a stack of files in her in-box, then looks at Mike.

RACHEL:

Let’s go see if we can find one.

INT. PEARSON, HARDMAN LIBRARY - A LITTLE LATER

Mike and Rachel enter a miniature version of the Harvard Law

library. Highly sophisticated, well stocked and beautiful.

RACHEL:

Research is as much art as science, we’ll

look at privacy and harassment law and

see if we can find a combination of cases

to make an argument. I’ll take privacy.

MIKE:

I’ll take harassment law...

RACHEL:

This’ll take a while. We need dinner.

MIKE:

Chinese?

RACHEL:

I can afford Chinese myself. This is on

the firm, I want sushi.

We see a montage of them reading books, journals, etc... They

show each other what they’ve found and shake their heads, it

won’t work. Dinner comes... as they finish their sushi.

MIKE:

Remember when I said you thought you were

too smart to be a paralegal?... Why --

RACHEL:

-- aren’t I a lawyer?

Rachel looks at Mike and decides to reveal her vulnerability.

RACHEL:

I don’t test well.

MIKE:

What?

RACHEL:

I’m smart, I know I’d be a good lawyer,

but... I can’t take tests. I don’t know

what happens to me. I bombed the LSAT’s.

Even if I could get into a law school,

there’s no way I’d ever pass the bar.

(wistfully)

If only there were some way to have

someone take the tests for me.

Mike laughs.

MIKE:

Yeah, if only there were.

Harvey walks in and sees them smiling at each other.

HARVEY:

Where are you on the research for

tomorrow’s hearing?

MIKE:

Nothing yet.

HARVEY:

You say you care about the client. But

if you keep playing footsie with the

paralegal instead of finding me a valid

argument, the client’s going to lose.

Harvey exits. We resume the montage of Mike and Rachel

working. Again, nothing is working. More frustration.

RACHEL:

It’s no use. They did an investigation

and they did it by the book. It produced

no evidence, and we look like the bad

guys coming in putting them under duress.

MIKE:

Wait a second, what did you say?

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