Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 8 - He Said, She Said - full transcript

See that aspiring model there?
That was me... Deb.

Until the day I died.

I thought I'd go straight to Heaven,

but there was a bit of a mix-up,

and I woke up in someone else's body.

So now I'm Jane,

a super-busy lawyer
with my very own assistant.

I got a new life, a new wardrobe,

and the only people who really
know what's going on with me

are my girlfriend Stacy
and my guardian angel, Fred.

I used to think everything
happened for a reason...



Whoo!

...and, well, I sure hope I was right.

Drop Dead Diva 3x08 - He Said, She Said
Original air date August 14, 2011

Morning.

- You're late!
- Ah.

I got sucked in *****.

Corned beef sandwich?

It's for you to give to Parker.
It's from his favourite deli.

Is it his birthday?

No, you missed the morning staff meeting.

Oh!

And nothing says I'm sorry
like churned meat.

- Thank you, Teri.
- Oh, wait!

I want a pickle.



Parker! I'm sorry I'm late...

Oh! God!

Don't you knock!?

I knocked! I mean I thought I knocked...

Hi, Jane.

Hi, Bobbi. Hey, did you hear me knock?

Oh. Anyway. I'm really sorry
that I'm late this morning.

But I treat you to a
corned beef sandwich... to...

Out!

I'll just put it right here then...

Out.

Always nice to see you, Bobbi.

I don't understand why you're so upset.

As Jane, I've had to endure a lot.

I lost my boyfriend, my modelling career,

and eight years of my life,

but this is... is too much.

You knew they were dating.

No. No.

I knew that they were
having meals together,

but I didn't know that Parker
was doing my mom in his office.

She's not your mom. She's Deb's mom.

Are you serious with that?

You should be happy for her.

You know, I read a Harvard study

that says that sexually active,
perimenopausal women

live longer, more fulfilling lives.

She can have all the damn sex she wants,

but not with my boss!

- Jane?
- What?!

You need to go to the
Belmont Hotel in Santa Monica.

I should. The SPA.

Wait. Why?

I got a panicky call
from a young woman, Mia Dalton.

She needs a lawyer, and it's urgent.

Okay. Okay.

Look, I get to leave the office.

Oh! There she is.

- Ella?
- Aunt Kim!

Hi, sweet stuff.

- Watch your hands, Ella.
- It's okay. It's only chocolate.

And this is only Armani.

What are you doing here with my niece?

We're having a doughnut-eating contest.

Oh. Your mom's gonna love that.

Well, I offered to help out.
Your sister's in your office.

Must be my lucky day.

You're in my chair.

You haven't seen me since Christmas,

and this is how you say hello?

Ella's out there. She's not
having junk food, right?

Nope. Yogurt and fruit.

- Mwah!
- Mwah!

What do you want, Jenna?

I've got a great case... big divorce.

Mine.

Oh, you mean your divorce

that was "almost final" last Christmas?

All right, I hired the wrong lawyer, Kim.

This guy was an amateur.

He sold me on something called,
um, binding arbitration.

Yeah, there's nothing wrong with that.

It's fair for you and Doug.

Well, we've been going
back and forth for months.

And this butt-for-brains arbitrator

approved a final offer
and told me I had to take it.

Yeah, that's how
binding arbitration works.

The "binding" part
means that it's binding.

Well, I told him I wouldn't sign it.

And guess what he said right to my face.

"Get another lawyer"?

Wow. You're good.

Kim, look, they're
railroading me, all right?

But I've got new leverage.

Turns out Doug is getting
remarried next week.

Hmm.

And if you don't sign,
then he's not divorced,

and he can't get remarried.

It's like we share the same brain.

Jenna, the only way
to reopen that agreement

is to prove fraud, and that
means going to federal court.

Well, you always said I turn
everything into a federal case.

I'll see what I can do.

Ms. Bingum?

Hi. Call me Jane.

Hi.

Um, I need your help.
Could you come with me?

I guess. Sure.

I got your name off of a Google search.

Oh.

You've won some big cases.

Oh, well, thank you. It's true.

I think I have a problem,

you know, the... the kind
that needs a lawyer.

All right.

Before we go in,

I need you to hold on to this
for me and keep it safe.

Okay.

I think I may have done
something really bad.

Oh, God!

Jane, this is my friend Allie.

Who's that?

Vince Adams, the
Hammet University quarterback.

Okay, please, please tell me

that you walked in here
and you found him like this.

Okay. Hi, Vince.

I'm here to help.

So, I'm just gonna start by... by...

by taking this off your mouth.

Call the cops.

You're right. This is bad.

You crazy bitch! I didn't
do anything! Untie me!

Say it, Vince.

I want to hear you
say the words. Admit it.

Fine. We had sex.

It wasn't sex.

All right. All right. I raped you.

Is that what you want to hear?

Now untie me!

Okay.

So, he raped you.

And you guys tied him up
to get a confession?

It was the only way.

When did the rape happen?

A month ago... in his dorm room.

During a spring fling party.

Did you report it?

I went to campus police.

They took me to health services.

A nurse did the physical exam.

I'm very sorry, Mia.

They promised me a full investigation.

But when they questioned Vince...

he sai... he said it was consensual.

And that was it... investigation over.

Football players are untouchable.

What about the LAPD?

They reviewed the university's files

and sided with them.

Jane, everyone thinks
that I made the whole thing up.

So...

you came up with the idea
to film his confession.

Allie got him to the motel room
after cheerleading practice.

How?

Uh, I said I was there, wearing this.

Um, he showed up. I... I tied him up.

And then I came out
of the closet with the camera.

Okay.

You know we can't use this in court.

It's called a coerced confession.

It still felt really good
hearing him say the words.

Jane, are we going to jail?

Not if I can help it.

To the charges of
aggravated mayhem, kidnapping,

and false imprisonment, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

And I'm requesting
that my clients be released

on their own recognizance.

They abducted the Hammet
University star quarterback.

The state is demanding $200,000 bail.

Um...

there were extenuating
circumstances, Your Honor.

The "star quarterback"
sexually assaulted my client.

Not only is that slanderous,
it's irrelevant.

Maybe it wasn't the most rational
response to being raped,

but it nevertheless informs this case.

Save the extenuating
circumstances for trial.

Does the state have
any further bail arguments?

Uh, one minute, Your Honor.

What are you doing here?

Hammet's attorney contacted me.
I'm an alum.

This is gonna be good news
for your clients.

What's going on, people?

Your Honor,

there's a possibility
we won't be pursuing charges.

The state requests a short recess.

You've got five minutes.

What just happened?

Vince told his coach what
he said on your client's camera.

- That's not admissible in court.
- It doesn't matter.

The last thing the school wants
is for that video to go viral.

They're gonna offer you a deal.

What kind of deal?

Hand over the camera,

promise you won't go after Vince
in civil court,

and your clients go free.

How can you guarantee that?
You're not the DA.

Well, if Vince doesn't testify,
the DA doesn't have a case.

Jane, the cops have your clients
in the motel room

with the victim tied to a bed.

Do you want to put those facts
in front of a jury?

What is the matter with you?

Mia was raped.

What's the matter with me?

I'm trying to help your clients.

Okay.

You have a really big decision to make.

If we don't hand over the video,

we'll go to jail?

There's a good chance, yes.

If we hand it over, Vince wins again.

Maybe not.

If you give up the video,

I will find a way
to hold Vince accountable.

Now, I know it's a lot to ask,

but trust me.

Okay.

Okay.

Ms. Kaswell, your client is
subject to binding arbitration.

Why are you here?

Your Honor, if I may... we're only here

because Jenna Kaswell-Bailey

doesn't want my client to get remarried.

Dude, I don't care
if he's getting remarried.

Hell, I will cut the cake.

We're here because
he's trying to dick me over.

Jenna, I have been more than fair.

I don't hear you. I don't see you.

I do, however, smell
your antifungal foot spray.

- Ew!
- Enough.

Your Honor, we're here because
my client is a victim of fraud.

This is a common stock issuance
for 100 shares

of United Technologies, Incorporated...

shares Doug failed to mention
in his list of assets.

Because that stock is worthless.

United Technologies filed for Chapter 11.

My client took a loss.

They did file for Chapter 11,
but prior to bankruptcy,

United Technologies
was acquired by T.E. Capital.

The value of Mr. Bailey's shares
is approximately $500.

$500 of fraud.

If that's true, that's a tiny
oversight which we will correct.

The point is, after only
a few hours of searching,

I discovered this "tiny oversight."

I have to wonder what else they missed.

We spent months cataloging assets.

Then what's another few days?

I'm ordering that
the arbitration be reopened.

- Thank you.
- Sustained!

Jane.

Hey.

What did you do?

You'll have to be more specific.

I read the filing...
Mia Dalton v. Hammet University?

We had a deal.

Mia agreed not to sue the quarterback.

I never said anything
about not suing the university.

Well, it was implied.

Okay, first of all, it wasn't.

And, second of all, who are you

to tell me when, where, and how
my client can sue?

You've got no grounds.

The university, at best, was negligent.

At worst, they covered up a rape.

The charge was investigated.

The university
found no credible evidence.

Maybe because the cops and the coach

and the administration were all too busy

making sure their quarterback
didn't miss a game.

Or maybe there was nothing to find.

Well, I guess we'll know soon enough.

Why are you looking
to give my school a black eye?

You don't even know this girl.

Grayson...

Hammet University is just a college

that you attended 10 years ago.

It is not your family.

It's just... it's just
a bunch of buildings.

Are you so impressed with your diploma

that you'd let them cover up a rape?

Jane, do you have a minute?

Um... you know what?
I'm due in court in a few.

But i... it's good to see you.

You mean with my top on?

Yeah. Well...

I owe you an apology.
That was so inappropriate.

It's fine. No, you know.

Kids will be kids, right?

By the way, I love the La Perla bra.

Oh, Deb got it for me.

My daughter believed in
the power of a good foundation.

But I don't think she knew

that it would make me so frisky.

No. [ Laughs ] I bet not.

No.

So I guess things are going well

with you and Parker?

Oh, God. No one's more surprised than me.

Jane, I really like him.

You know what?

That's great.

I'm so happy for you.

Oh.

You know, and they say
that a healthy sex life,

uh, will have you living longer,

so I'm all for that.

Well, thank you, I think.

Look, I see you're busy, and
Parker's waiting for me, so...

Yes. Well, I will stay out of his office.

Oh, don't worry.
We're going out for lunch.

Hey!

That is my almond milk.

Well, I guess that makes you Teri.

How do you get milk out of almonds?

I mean, they're nuts, right?

What, do they have little,
teeny-weeny nipples or something?

They pound them.

They beat them until the little guys

are screaming for mercy.

So, are you gonna replace
what you drank? It's organic.

Oh, well, I would tell you

to have your assistant
buy you another carton,

but I can tell by your... shoes

that you are the assistant.

And I can tell by your shoes
that you're a bitch.

Well, I'd rather be a tasteful bitch

than a tacky butch.

At least I dress my age.

But, then again, with all that work,

who can tell yours?

Who the hell are you, anyway?

I'm Kim's sister.

Why are you laughing?

I just never thought that Kim
would be the sweet one.

"Parker."

Is that the guy
who was banging my sister?

Yeah.

Oh. Okay, good.

I'll eat his corned beef sandwich.

Mr. Tyson, you took Mia's rape statement.

That's correct.
I'm head of campus security.

In your report, how did you
describe her demeanor?

She was traumatized...
consistent with a rape victim.

Thank you.

Your own investigation determined

there was no rape, correct?

The health exam was inconclusive.

I questioned Vince

and determined
Mia's claim was a one-on-one,

a he said/she said.

There was no case.

Isn't it true
that Vince has been questioned

by the campus police numerous times

for harassment, public drunkenness,

- and even robbery?
- Yes.

Has he ever been arrested or convicted?

No.

Why's that?

Because the evidence didn't bear out.

Mr. Tyson, does this sound familiar?

Come on! It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Come on! It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Whoo! Go, Hammet!

Mm... yeah, sure.

That's the cheer that kicks off
every football game.

That's right.

Is it possible that the school

just didn't want the evidence
to "bear out"

because Vince is on the football team,

the football team
that we all bow down to?

Objection.

Withdrawn. No more questions.

All right, uh,
I've re-cataloged the assets.

I organized them by value

and color-coded everything Jenna
requested the first go-around.

Actually, there's just one thing I want.

What's that?

I'm fine with the distribution of assets

as long as I also get
the New Haven beehive clock.

Oh, my God! You're unbelievable!

Wait... the, uh,
the bedroom clock on page 14?

That's what this whole thing
is about? The damn clock?

We've been through this.
You can't have it.

Oh, Doug, it's just a clock.

And ticktock. Your wedding day
is getting closer.

The clock has been in my family
for generations.

Every lawyer you talk to
says you'd never get it.

I have a new lawyer!

Yeah, I'm gonna need
a few minutes with my client.

Excuse us.

- Let's go!
- All right.

Are you kidding me? This was
all about a stupid clock?

Are you mad? You look mad.

You know, a little bovine filler
would fix that crease.

Stop it, Jenna.

I bumped you up to the top
of my client list for a clock?

And I love you for it, like a sister...

or a Louis Vuitton purse.

Okay, um, I will drive you
down to Bed, Bath & Beyond,

and you can buy any clock you want.

I need that particular clock.

There's just something
about the gentle ticking,

the tenor of the chimes.

For years, I have fallen asleep
to that clock,

and now I can't sleep without it.

You have no moral, equitable,
or legal claim

to that man's family heirloom!

Which is why I didn't mention it
to you yesterday.

So you manipulated me?

You are smart.

Now get in there and manipulate them.

Doug, if you want
to get married this weekend,

we're gonna need the clock.

Okay. I'm done. That's it.

I'll push my wedding if I have to.

Really?

Because the band you booked
doesn't return the deposit.

And I hear they do a horrible
version of "Freeway Of Love."

You are a virus!

I can't believe I ever married you!

Enjoy that, did you?

I do feel like
I'm getting my money's worth.

They were pissed.

Yeah. I was at the party with Mia.

Vince was flirting with her all night,

bringing her drinks.

Did you see Mia
go into Vince's dorm room?

She cut her finger opening a beer,

and Vince offered to get her a band-aid.

I bumped into her about an hour
later outside of her dorm.

She was crying.

And she told me that Vince
forced her to have sex.

Were you surprised
when Vince wasn't arrested?

The school treats the football
players like rock stars.

They get all sorts of free stuff...

furniture, electronics,
the best dorm rooms.

They get away with anything.

And Vince is the worst.

He's... he's completely self-absorbed.

I mean, just check his Twitter feed.

He talks about himself
in the third person.

Uh, thank you.

Allie...

were you ever romantically
involved with Vince?

I... I hooked up with him once.

Do you remember when?

Sure do. It was Valentine's day.

I never heard from him again.

Valentine's day. Ouch.

Would you say that gives you an incentive

to testify against him in court?

- Objection.
- Goes to bias, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

No, no. I... I don't hold a grudge.

The only reason I'm here

is because he raped my best friend

and the university did nothing about it.

Nothing further.

Bingum. How was court?

Okay.

I still need to prove that the
university covered up the rape,

and I'm not there yet, but...

We need to talk about
what happened here yesterday.

- We do?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, God.

Fine.

It was unprofessional,
disruptive, very upsetting...

- I couldn't agree more
- ...and unhygienic.

And you lost me.

What is it that you think
we're talking about here?

You and Bobbi Dobkins in your office.

You're upset about that?
We were behind closed doors.

Next time, lock them.

Don't worry. There won't be a next time.

At least not with Bobbi.

Wait. I... I thought things were
going great with you two.

Okay, not really your business,
but I am ending it.

No. No, you ca...

now she cares about you.

Okay, did you hear the part

where I said "not really your business"?

Wait. What did you think
we needed to talk about?

You and Grayson going all
barroom brawl in the bullpen.

- We had a legal disagreement.
- You scared the temps.

You're the senior attorney.

Go make nice.

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Hello, Ms. Bingum.

Are you freaking kidding me?!

Oh, it's not what it looks like.

What a relief, because it looks like

you're meeting with
opposing counsel behind my back!

Jane, would you calm down?

Do not tell me to calm down!

Grayson, stay the hell out of my case!

Oh!

Come on!
It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Come on! It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Come on! It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Come on! It's time to scream!

All bow down to the football team!

Hey, hey. Hey, what's going on?

Grayson? Whoa.

Well, get with the program, Jane.

Go, Hammet!

Yeah!

Hammet! Hammet!

Maybe the dream has nothing
to do with the case

and you simply miss the good old days.

No, that's not it. I'm mad at Grayson.

Mm.

He chose his college over my client.

He loves that place.

Oh.

And you remember that Hammet
sweatshirt he wore every day

until you "accidentally" gave it
to a homeless person?

That's the thing.

Has Grayson changed,

or has he always been like that
and I just didn't notice?

Grayson's one of the good guys, Jane.

Yeah, well, you know what?

Maybe there are no good guys.
Maybe that's a myth.

Why are you talking like that?

Parker's dumping Bobbi.

Ohh.

Well, you must feel relieved.

No. I feel horrible.

He's gonna break my mom's heart,

and there's nothing I can do about it.

Well, maybe you're wrong about that.

I can't force Parker to date her.

No, but you can protect Bobbi's feelings.

Remember in high school when
you were dating Dennis Burke

and I told you that I saw him
wearing socks with sandals?

Ugh! Big fashion faux pas.
I had to break up with him.

Exactly.

But Dennis never wore socks with sandals.

I heard that he was going to dump you,

so I created a perfect lie

so you would dump him first.

That is the sweetest thing ever.

Mm.

Thank you.

Now we have to tell her
something about Parker

that's a deal-breaker.

- Mm.
- Oh!

I've got it.

He listens to Justin Bieber.

She's got Bieber fever.

Oh.

How about he put himself
through law school

as a female impersonator?

Yeah, but she'd just want to dress him up

and take him out for karaoke
at mother lode.

Oh.

Oh, I've got it.

Ooh.

And if I hurry, I can catch her

while she's still ordering
her post-yoga chai latte.

Thank you, Stace.

He hunts?

Big-time.

Well, what kind of animals?

Um, what kind?

Um, furry ones.

I mean, bunnies and raccoons...

Bambi.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And someone said something
about you being a member of PETA

and that you've dabbled in veganism,

so I just thought you should know.

I see.

He decorates his Tahoe cabin
with their pelts.

Well, this is awful.

Mm-hmm.

And I've got to get going.

Okay.

Pelts?

I know.

I mean, it's not my thing, but...

Just when you think you know someone...

Yeah.

Doug? What are you doing here?

Did you have a change of heart?

No.

But my fiancée did.

She made it pretty clear that we were not

pushing our wedding over a stupid clock.

I just hate that Jenna won.

No, you won.

Now Jenna will sign the divorce papers,

and you can start a new, happy life.

Doug...

will you tell your fiancée
that I'm sorry?

You know, not all Kaswells are so...

Stubborn?

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

Okay, I looked at all of Vince's tweets.

The guy is a total ass.

He raffles off the chance

for some lucky coed to do his laundry.

Ew. That's awful.

But here's what we need...
one key to proving rape

is illustrating the guy's
mental state, his intent.

So I thought if we looked
at his Twitter feed

around the time of the rape,

we might find something relevant.

Well, tell me if this is relevant.

On the morning of the rape,
he tweeted the number 9.

I went backwards in time,

and over the last six months,
he's tweeted 1 through 8.

On Valentine's day, he was at 7.

- The day he had sex with Allie.
- Yeah.

He's been keeping count of
his sexual conquests on Twitter.

That is disgusting.

And very relevant.

What I don't understand
is next to each number,

there's an Internet link.

And when I click on the link,
watch what happens.

"Dancing in the end zone"?

It's football-player code
for "getting some."

Vince is a pig.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I have nothing to say to you.

Then you can listen.

I wasn't talking to Thurmond
behind your back.

I was in the process of deciding

whether to throw him out
the window or down the stairs

- when you showed up.
- What did he want?

My help in convincing you
to stop your suit.

Which proved to me
he had something to hide.

I see.

Look, I admit I'm a big fan
of my Alma Mater.

But there's a difference
between school spirit

and blind allegiance.

I don't want you to think
I don't understand that.

You care what I think?

Of course.

From the day I met you.

Thank you.

Now I think you're due in court.

Yes.

How about I join you... as second chair?

Yeah.

So, Mia...

you had no reservations about
going to a guy's room alone?

No.

It's a coed dorm.
We all hang out together.

So you thought you would get
the band-aid for your finger

and then... just go back to the party?

Yes.

But that's not what happened.

Once we got to his room,
he started kidding around.

He held the band-aid up
like "come and get it."

When I reached for it,

he pulled me in, and he kissed me.

And I was like, "Whoa, dude.
I... I didn't come here for that."

When he tried to kiss me again,
I told him to cut it out,

and I headed for the door.

Why didn't you leave?

He grabbed me by the arm...

hard...

and... he shoved me onto the bed.

I tried to get up, but...

he got on top of me.

It's okay.

Just take your time.

I couldn't push him off.

I kept telling him "no,"

but he just kept on going.

Since when are you a football fan?

I hate the sport.

They should call it "let's
give each other brain damage."

This is for the case.
It's that quarterback's website.

"Dancing in the end zone"?

It's a euphemism for "sex."

- Why is he throwing the ball out of bounds?
- What?

His body is facing the end zone,
but his wrist is off axis.

Look. Watch. Follow the cursor.

Holy crap.

It's an easter egg.

You lost me.

Uh, it's a hidden link.

See, the football is
superimposed onto the photo,

and it's a gateway to a secure site.

Here. Try a... a password.
Try... "football."

Huh. Try "jock."

Or how about "strap"?

How about I get a subpoena?

Nice work, Freddy.

That works.

Hey, the clock.

I take it this means you won.

Yeah. More like
the other side surrendered.

What's going on, Kim?

Nothing.

I got dragged into
my sister's drama again.

This is why I only want
to see her at holidays.

Family... can't pick 'em,
you can't kill 'em.

Best you can do is get caller I.D.

and train the receptionist
to keep them out of the office.

Big sis incoming.

Jenna.

Ugh.

Kimmie, you are the best.
I've always said so.

No, you haven't.

Well, no one's really asked.

Congrats.

Now you can sleep.

Yeah.

Right. Whatever.

What are you doing?!
You're gonna break it!

I just got to pry this... open.

Oh, my God.
You never cared about the clock.

Mnh-mnh.

But... have you ever seen
uncut diamonds before?

Thank you, grandma Daisy.

I don't understand.

Doug's great-great-grandmother
was a very smart woman.

She knew that men are idiots
who can't be trusted.

So she hid diamonds
in this clock as a safety net

in case the men screwed up.

It's a secret she passed down
daughter-to-daughter.

And then Doug's grandmother
passed it down to me.

'Cause Doug doesn't have any sisters

and his mother passed away a while ago.

Yeah, and for a minute there,

she actually thought I was an angel.

I don't understand. Why would
you go through all this?

Why wouldn't you
just take the diamonds out

after she told you about them?

I really didn't think I would need them.

You know, he's the only man

who ever told me I was beautiful, right?

He's an idiot.

Anyway, I actually believed Doug

when he said he was in love with me,

and then he sprung this divorce on me.

By the time I got home,
he'd put everything in storage.

He probably thought you'd burn it all.

Well, I did buy gasoline.

I know you're judging me, Kim, but...

I'm not like you.

I do facials in the back of a salon,

and I'm not very good at it.

So now I have a safety net
for my daughter.

Wait, Jenna.

Don't you want your clock?

No. I don't want anything
that reminds me of Doug.

Mia, you've testified

that Vince was "wasted"
on the night in question,

but he wasn't the only one
drinking, was he?

- I had one beer.
- Really?

These photos were pulled from
your friends' Facebook pages.

Here you are.

Here you are again.

And again.

Ms. Dalton, another photo from the party.

Who's that guy?

That's Vince.

Eight months ago, did you post
on your Facebook page

"I love you forever, Vince"?

He won the big game.

Cheerleaders support
the football players.

Right.

Is that why you had sexual intercourse

with two other players before Vince?

Your Honor!

Sexual history is irrelevant
under rape shield laws.

This is a civil case,
not a criminal one, counselor.

He's right.

Answer the question.

One of the players was my boyfriend.

We went out for a year.

And when he ended it,
didn't you seek counseling

at health services
because you were so depressed,

you even threatened to harm yourself?

There was more to it than that.

I'm sure there was.
Let's get back to Vince.

The day after you two had sex,
did you call up Vince?

- Yes, because...
- Did he return your calls?

- No, but...
- Didn't that make you angry?

- Well, yes, be...
- Because he was over you.

Objection!

Overruled.

Ms. Dalton, you'll go to any extreme

when you don't get your way,
isn't that right?

Your Honor, please!

I've got no further questions.

Hey.

How's Mia doing?

She told me she wishes
we never brought the complaint,

and now she wants to quit school.

Sorry.

Everyone thinks
she's the campus whack job,

and the guy who rapes her is a hero.

I mean, who can blame her?

I got it. "Score12."

- What?
- The password to Vince's website.

We subpoenaed the company

that contracts the university server.

"Score12"... 12 is the number
on his, um... outfit.

- It's a jersey.
- Whatever. Check it out.

Type it in.

Dates, numbers, icons... my God.

It's a sexual table of contents.

Video icons correspond
to each sexual encounter.

Allie and Mia never said
anything about being taped.

Well, they probably didn't know.

I mean, it's really easy
to flip on a laptop cam

without your partner knowing.

I'm just saying.

Could he really be that stupid
to record a rape?

He probably didn't think she'd say no.

Well, he was smart enough
to delete the videos.

Yeah, we subpoenaed his personal
computer, and that was wiped clean.

I think we should call
the quarterback to the stand.

Grayson, this is all circumstantial.

We don't have any hard evidence.

Let me work on that.

Kim.

W... what are you doing?

It's yours.

And you should take it
before she changes her mind.

Wow.

Thanks.

Come in. Please.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, thank you.

But you can tell me what you did
with the real diamonds.

What?

Come on, Doug. Cut the crap.

Unlike my sister, I know
what uncut diamonds look like,

and that bag of rocks
she pulled from the clock

were mostly quartz.

Is she in the car?

No. I haven't told her.

But you did switch them, didn't you?

And then you fought for the clock
so she wouldn't catch on.

Oh!

Wow.

Now, these are real.

When I told my grandmother
that I was gonna leave Jenna,

she told me about the clock.

And she was adamant that Jenna
not get her hands on these.

Well, technically,
they don't belong to you.

They belong to my daughter.

And I'm keeping them safe for her.

I was hoping you'd say that.

I drew up a trust stating as much.

Ella gets the diamonds when she turns 18.

A trust?

When Jenna finds out
that she's got fakes,

she could pierce the arbitration
agreement and take half.

Why are you doing this?

My client wants financial security

for her daughter's future,

and that is what I'm giving her.

Vince, I'm gonna get
right to the point.

Do you secretly videotape
your sexual conquests

- and post them online?
- Objection!

There's no proof
Vince videotaped anything.

A little leeway, Your Honor.

If I can establish that such tapes exist,

we'll know exactly what occurred
on the night in question.

Okay, but watch your step.

Why don't I start
with an easier question?

Vince, did you buy your own laptop?

Uh, no, ma'am. The school gave it to me.

It was part of my sports scholarship.

You're aware it was subpoenaed?

Yeah.

The hard drive was empty...

no term papers, no photos,
no music, no videos.

Nothing that an average
college student would have. Why?

Must be a glitch.

You know, I'm... I'm a jock.

I'm... I'm not so good with computers.

Oh. Yeah? Well, I guess
it could have been a glitch.

Or maybe you wiped it clean

when you heard
you'd have to turn it over.

Objection.

In what world does an empty hard drive

prove there were sex tapes?

Ms. Bingum, he's right.
Is that all you have?

Vince, are you aware that the university

has an automatic passive backup system

for every school-issued computer?

In jock speak,
everything on your computer

was punted to the backup system.

Uh...

no.

No, I wasn't aware of that.

Your Honor, we'd like to request
a court order

to immediately access the server.

Objection.

We need time to research
and file a Memo of Law.

Do you mean you need time
to erase the backup?

Overruled. Access the server.

Mr. Thurmond's second chair

works for the university and has a laptop.

I imagine he could access
the server in minutes.

Don't you dare.

You didn't just instruct your
associate to disobey my order?

Unless you want to be held in contempt,

access the server... now.

I think you should do what he says.

Click on Vince's football
and type in "Score12."

Oh. Look.

There they are.

Vince, you testified that
you and Mia had consensual sex.

Before we watch "video number 9"
from your website,

would you like to change your answer?

Oh.

I think he wants you
to invoke the fifth amendment.

But I think you should tell the truth.

Why did you remove the videos

from your website and the laptop?

He said he would take care of it.

Oh, I'm sorry. Who said that?

My lawyer.

Do you mean the university's lawyer?

Same guy.

No more questions.

The university just called
with a settlement.

They are revamping
their date-rape policies...

Good.

Thurmond is facing criminal charges,

and Vince is suspended,

pending trial for sexual assault.

You did well.

Thank you.

I did have some help.

Well...

I'm really sorry about your school.

Hey. It's not my family.

It's just a bunch of buildings.

Well, all right, any bunch of buildings

that sent a guy like you
out into the world

can't be that bad.

Oh.

I'll grab you a drink... to celebrate.

All right.

- Bobbi.
- Hi.

Hi. Hi, hi, hi.

Oh.

Thank you for the call.

I did not want to be home tonight.

You look gorgeous.

Oh, good. That was the plan.

I broke up with Parker,

and I wanted to leave him
with a twinge of regret.

Oh. You broke up with him?

Oh, please.

Parker was going to break up with me,

and you were just giving me the heads-up.

- Uh...
- The closest that man ever comes to hunting

is ordering a prime rib at the Palm.

So you knew what I was doing?

The preemptive breakup.

I practically invented it.

Oh, Jane. What was I thinking?

With a younger man?

Deb would have been appalled.

Maybe.

Or... maybe she would have
been happy that you were happy.

Are you sure you didn't know her?

Ladies... what are we drinking to?

Uh... to happiness.

To the preemptive breakup.

In English?

To Deb.

That one, I get. To Deb.