Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 9 - You Bet Your Life - 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 3x09 - You Bet Your Life
Original air date August 22, 2011

You okay?

Fred, I want you to take Grayson out.

As in kill him?

As in a night out on the town.

I don't think I'm his type.

Look at the slump of his shoulders,

the arch of his neck.

He's clearly down.

Well, it's been a hard stretch.
I mean, first Deb dies.

Then Vanessa leaves him.

It's got to be lonely.



Yeah.

Which is why I want you,
as my guardian angel,

to go out with him.

Maybe he needs someone to talk to.

I... ugh, come on. It'll be fun.

Plus, you know, it wouldn't hurt you

to learn how to be more of a guy.

What? I know how to be a guy.

Can you change a tire?

Grill a steak?

Grow a full beard?

Okay, all right. Fine, you win.

Man, now I got to
go buy something nice to wear.

Good morning.

This reminds me of summer camp.

Ow!

- Whoa!
- And I'm wearing the wrong shoes.

Why are we here?

Uh, custody case, as far as I can tell.

Hi. Dr. Audrey Foley?

Mm-hmm.

I'm Jay Parker.

- This is my associate, Kim Kaswell.
- Hello.

They want to take Louie.
You can't let them.

Oh, well, ma'am,
the court has always recognized

the special bond between
mother and child, so...

Please, come in. Come in.

So, there he is.

- Louie is a flower?
- He's a plant.

A rafflesia arnoldii. Incredibly rare.

Oh.

Isn't he gorgeous?

You've got a client waiting in your office.

Oh, no. There was nothing on my schedule.

The airhead showed up with a freak.

"Airhead"?

Your BFF, Stacy.

Teri! "Freak"?

Some prickly miss who told me
to "fetch" her a cup of coffee

- and then called me "sunshine."
- Ooh.

I haven't heard anyone called
"sunshine" since... oh, no!

You look like you just ate a bug.

Jane Bingum? Kristin Mulraney.

Your assistant said
you'd be here at 9:30,

and, ooh, it's 9:37.

I hope tardiness isn't
going to be a regular thing.

What's going on?

Jane, miss Kristin
was my chapter president

at Beta Delta Chi.

Mm-hmm.

She has a problem.

Oh, I prefer to think of it
as a challenge.

Your challenge, sunshine.

That is one big plant.

With the world's largest flower.

Oh, I know what you're thinking...

"crazy lady in love with a plant".

"Why can't it be something normal,"

"like a schnauzer or a ferret?"

It is unusual.

I have a special connection
with Louie, and it's mutual.

I love him,

and you can tell he loves me
by how big he's grown.

Dr. Foley, who exactly wants your, uh...

...Louie?

The L.A. Metropolitan Museum.

I was their chief botanist

back when their star attraction
was another rafflesia...

Louie the 14th.

I'm sensing a family connection.

Louie the 14th was a huge attraction.

Not nearly as stylish as my Louie...

Of course.

...but incredibly virile.

So, while I was working there,

I took ova and pollen,
combined them into a seed,

placed them on my tetrastigma vine,

and, well, six years later...
there he is.

So now the museum is trying to
claim your Louie is theirs.

Look, no one had a problem
with us living together

when their plant was alive.

But when Louie the 14th died,
they came after Louie the 15th.

Dr. Foley, did anyone give you permission

to take that pollen and ova
from the museum's Louie?

Yes, yes, yes...

the museum's director,
Dr. Geoffrey Melvoin.

Well, we'll simply
get him to testify and...

He's dead.

Oh. Okay. Do you have
a written record of his consent?

No. No.

Look... look, Louie has never
lived anywhere except with me.

If they take him away...

Please just say you'll help.

We'll do everything we can.

$50,000 gone in 24 hours.

Ms. Bingum, I'm a sorority house mother...

it's all I have.

I understand,

but I'm not sure what you're asking.

You lost money at a casino.

It happens.

No, not to me. I never gamble.

It's not in my nature.

Right, but you did
go to a casino and gamble.

The point, Ms. Bingum,

is I never would have been
in the Desert Sands

if not for this postcard
offering a free spa day.

Ah. "Seaweed scrub."

Hoax... everyone knows seaweed is smooth.

Then, once I was in there,

the casino tricked me into
gambling all of my money away.

So, you were lured to the casino

with the promise of seaweed...

I'm sorry. How did they "trick you"?

Oh, it's all right here.

"The environment of intoxication"?

It's my term, but the research is sound.

You see, casinos use deceptive techniques

to get you to keep gambling.

Lights on the slot machines

trigger your brain's pleasure centers

into thinking you're winning
when you're losing.

Chimes lull you into complacency.

Oxygenated air keeps
you feeling reassured.

Colors keep you awake,

plus all the easy credit and
the... and the free liquor...

I was so out of it that I fell down

and had to be taken to a hospital.

I mean, if not for that, I might
have lost even more money.

I'm sorry, I just don't see
a valid cause of a a action.

Okay, um, maybe you weren't
paying attention.

Let's just go over the book
one more time.

Oh, I got it.

Actually, would you just
excuse us for a second?

Stacy. Outside.

Now.

What?

You know I hate that woman.

She made my sorority life a living hell.

- But it's been years.
- Mnh-Mnh.

Look, I know back in college,
she was a little Nanny McPhee...

Really? More like Cruella Deville.

She accused me of not paying
attention at Chi Smile Hour.

She picked on me for my posture
at Beta Fest.

And let's not forget
the Gaultier toga party

where she blamed me
for setting fire to the house.

Well, you did rent the torches
and leave them by the drapes.

Not relevant.

Sweetie, there's something else.

She confiscated my sorority pin.

You never told me that.

Because it's the worst thing
that can happen to a sister.

I was ashamed.

I am so sorry.

Still, she's been so nice to me.

And ever since we got
back in touch on Facebook,

I've gotten this feeling that she's sad.

I mean, she still lives in that sorority.

You know the studio above the garage?

Ew, the one with
the Laura Ashley wallpaper

and lime-green appliances?

- Yes!
- Ugh.

And now that casino
is taking advantage of her?

It is not right.

Well, the "environment
of intoxication" argument...

it's not gonna work in court.

Well, with your brain, I am sure
you can think of something.

Fine, Stacy, but be clear...
it is not for her.

- No.
- It's for you.

And Beta Delta Chi.

"A Beta Delta Chi is loyal and true..."

Stacy.

"...sisters forever to see you through."

Your Honor, she gambled,
she lost. End of story.

A preliminary in rem hearing
for debt amelioration

is a pretty big ask.

Maybe so, but in this case,
it is necessary.

We cite dram shop liability.

Really? That old chestnut?

The casino let my client
get drunk and gamble.

In fact, they encouraged her
to drink excessively.

Theretofore, under that "old chestnut",

they are responsible for her losses.

I'll hear you out, counselor,

but I make no promise of a full trial.

Thank you.

Here is a security video

subpoenaed from the Desert Springs Casino.

As you can see,

it shows my client getting up
from the slot machine

with a drink in her hand.

And oop.

And she falls down.

The casino took Ms. Mulraney
to the hospital

to treat a gash on her head.

But the point is, Your Honor,

she should have been cut off
well before this.

We'd like to call a medical expert

to testify to Ms. Mulraney's
level of intoxication.

Dr. Preminger, you're medical consultant

to the Desert Springs Casino.

- That's right.
- One question...

was Ms. Mulraney drunk while gambling?

Objection.

How in the world would that doctor

know anything about my client?

Why don't we let the doctor answer that?

Let's hear it.

The, uh, hospital took a blood panel.

Blood-alcohol level was .04%,

which is well below
the state's legal limit.

Nothing further.

Um, doctor, state criteria aside,

could a .04 blood-alcohol level

impair my client's ability
to think clearly?

I wouldn't think so, no.

No?

No.

Um...

What if the alcohol was just
part of the equation?

I don't follow.

Sights, sounds, oxygenated air.

Could all of these elements,

combined with the alcohol
in my client's system,

create an "environment of intoxication?"

Uh, it isn't a
medically-recognized condition.

Well, neither was post-traumatic
stress disorder before 1980,

Asperger's before 1994,
or SARS before 2003.

Isn't that right?

I guess so.

This casino created an
environment of intoxication,

which, by definition,
is a predatory practice

and theretofore is illegal.

She's slandering the
entire gaming industry.

Theretofore, we ask that
you dismiss this nonsense.

Given the facts limited to this case,

I'm allowing the trial to proceed.

Parker, the woman's a whack job.
She's in love with her plant.

Psychologists refer
to Dr. Foley's condition

as "object sexuality."

A few years back, a world-champion archer

married the Eiffel Tower.

Okay, that won't help us win the case.

True. Which is why we won't
be arguing O.S. in court.

I'm having Teri pull the minutes
from every board meeting

that our client's
dead museum director attended.

If he gave Audrey permission to take parts

from their Louie the 14th,

there should be a mention on record.

And if there's not?

We'll burn that bridge when we get to it.

Okay.

The graysonator!

What's up, man?

What was that?

A... nickname?

No.

Okay.

Uh, hey, so, hittin' the bar
after work for the game,

if you want to join.

Sure. What game?

The... big one.

Dodgers/Giants?

Right. Yes. Of course.

That is the big one, right?

I thought they didn't play till tomorrow.

Yeah. Well, yeah... no.

This is the "big one"
before that "big one."

Sure.

- See you there.
- Okay.

Well, it is a good thing
I brought my binder to court.

I know.

Did you see the look on that
lawyer's face when we won?

Oh, ladies, no. We did not win.

The argument just got us
past the in rem hearing.

We have to do the actual court case.

Oh, well, at the sorority house,
we have a saying...

"a journey of a thousand miles
starts with a single step..."

"preferably in comfortable flats."

Okay. Well, first we need to
know which direction to walk,

and that means research.

Oh! Great. That's my specialty.

I research all the pledges before rush.

It's how I found out Britney Stein
had a brow lift.

Well, legal research is my job.

I mean, you know, you've already
done such great work on that binder.

I mean, my God.

Okay, Kristin, you and I
are going for chai lattes.

Jane, call us if you need us.

Okay.

Dr. Foley, last Christmas you
invited your museum colleagues

to your home for a party.

Did anyone ask you to return Louie

or call the police
to report a plant-napping?

No.

We contend the museum's
knowledge of the plant

amounts to de facto consent.

Hold on.

Rafflesia have irregular blooming cycles.

Do you have proof that,
on the night of your party,

your plant was in full bloom?

No.

Then it's possible your guests
may not have seen the flower

and, therefore, may not
have even noticed the plant.

It's possible, but the plant is enormous.

Your Honor, what my adversary
refers to as "de facto consent"

is nothing more than speculation.

We ask for a directed verdict,
giving the plant to the museum.

I'm inclined to agree.

Unless you have additional
evidence, Mr. Parker?

A... a moment, Your Honor?

I checked the board minutes
under Dr. Melvoin.

No mention of Audrey's plant.

Just lots of boring bylaws,
E.P.A. regulations...

Wait. Hold on.
You may have given me an idea.

Do you mind if I run with this?

Yeah.

Dr. Foley, can you tell us how the E.P.A.

regards Louie the 15th,
as a rare rafflesia arnoldii?

Yes. As an endangered species.

Are you aware that
the endangered species act

mandates an obligation
to ensure that your plant

is both free from harm

and receiving the best care possible?

Yes, of course.

Your Honor, we move to amend our claim

to mandate an evaluation
of both parties' ability

to satisfy these requirements.

You've got to be joking.

Oh, I never joke when it comes
to federal regulations.

I will hear arguments
in my chambers tomorrow.

Thank you.

But go light on the fertilizer.

Jane, the hospital finally sent
over Kristin's blood panel.

Great, thank you. Let's see.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

Trace amounts of amphetamine?

It's what happens when your body
breaks down crystal meth.

Oh, this is so not good for our case.

Jane?

Oh, Stacy, you're not gonna believe this.

Me first. Kristin just called.

She's back at the Desert Springs Casino.

What?! I thought you two
went for chai lattes!

We did. And then I dropped
her off at the sorority.

Two hours later, I got the call.

Why would she go back there?

I have no idea, but she sounded
completely out of it.

Let's go.

Oh, oh, what did you want to tell me?

Oh. I think Little Miss Sunshine
is a speed freak.

I don't know what happened.

I got in my car to run an errand.

And the next thing I knew, I was here.

Kristin, we're worried about you.

We think that maybe... just perhaps...

Spit it out, sunshine.

We think that there's crank
in your shaft.

- Excuse me?
- She means drugs.

Specifically, meth.

I have never touched drugs!

"A Beta Delta Chi may never get high."

Then how do you explain
amphetamine in your system?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe...

Do you think it could be from medication?

What medication?

Okay.

Look, I haven't said anything,

but I have Parkinson's.

I was diagnosed a couple of years ago.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Parkinson's medication and meth
have similar components,

so it's possible that the medication

broke down into amphetamine,

which is why I thought you were on meth.

I'm sorry.

Well, why didn't you tell us?

I don't know.

All my life, I've been
kind of a control freak.

And now I don't even know my own body.

I'm sure that just sounds crazy to you.

Ms. Mulraney!

I'm glad to see you're doing all right.

I'm Brian.

I helped you up when you fell
the other day.

You said with my complexion,

white shirts wash me out.

You suggested purple.

Brian, that's right.
And you look great, sunshine.

Thanks. I'll see you around. Enjoy.

Okay.

That's odd. I have no memory of that man.

Of course, ever since
I started the medication,

it happens when I don't
get enough rest, but...

Kristin, the security video
that Desert Springs sent us,

you were helped up by a woman.

Then what fall was he talking about?

I... I don't know.

But someone does.

Parker, this is not looking good.

E.P.A. precedents favor
institutional custodians.

Have you read City
of Rolling Meadows v. Kyle?

- That's an exception.
- So we'll be another exception.

How do we distinguish ourselves?

With love.

I admit,

I think it's weird
to be in love with an object.

But there's an upside...

the plant will never leave you.

That's true.

And a plant would never cheat on you.

And a plant would never doubt you

when you said it was just a kiss.

Or continue hitting on you
when you've asked it to stop.

Or refuse to accept
that you're perfect together.

But we're just talking about a plant.

And if we expect to win this case,

we need to come up with something

more tangible than love.

I need coffee.

So, I think I got
my game nights confused.

That's all right.

I should probably get home anyway.

No!

I mean, you should totally
give ping pong a chance.

It's a sport that's completely
uncorrupted by money...

And s... strength.

Yeah, sure.

Uh, is there anything
that you want to talk a... about?

Not really. You?

You ever changed a tire?

Another round?

Yeah, I guess so.

Cassie, I always meant to ask...
why a butterfly?

Well, it used to be a caterpillar.

I'll be right back.

So you know the... Cassie?

Well, kind of. I mean,
she was friends with Deb.

Huh.

Okay, there you are.

And there's Brian.

Oh, my God!

And there's another employee

bringing you back
to another slot machine.

Probably why they didn't send
this footage over

in the first place.

What is that?

It's a... it's a credit-card machine.

Oh, they're using it to help you
get a credit extension,

which is clearly wrong.

I mean, it's legal for a casino
to offer credit extension,

but they waited until
you seemed completely out of it

and then swooped in with
a credit-card reader.

- Oh. Uh, give me a minute.
- Yeah.

Hi. Tell me everything. How's Grayson?

Is he sharing his feelings with you?

Well, how should I put this?

Oh, God. He's not doing well.

I knew it. Is he talking at all?

Not so much talking as...

...hitting on a waitress.

A waitress?

Which one?

Uh, Cassie. She has
a very interesting tattoo.

Cassie with the tramp stamp?!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

This is awful.

He's having a great time.
That's what you wanted, right?

A nice time with you
is what I wanted, Fred.

Okay, all right, listen to me...

this girl is...
is not what Grayson needs,

so stop him before he does
something he regrets.

Okay. Got it.

Fred, hey.

Cassie's shift just ended,

and she invited me
to an after-hours club, so...

Oh. Cool. So you and me,
we're... we're going clubbing!

Fist bump.

Fred, you've been a great wingman.

I'll see you tomorrow. Cool?

Cool. All right.

Your Honor, in short,
the mission of the museum

is not just to be
the best custodian possible

for plants like rafflesia,

but to share them with the public.

It's why my client should be
granted possession of the plant.

One's ability to take care of something

is predicated upon one's ability
to keep it alive.

Their rafflesia is dead.

- That plant died of natural causes.
- Really?

The museum hired our client
to autopsy Louie the 14th.

Dr. Foley, what were your findings?

Louie the 14th died of possible neglect.

- Excuse me?
- That's right.

And I won't let you
neglect Louie the 15th.

Dr. Foley, no question
you're a fine botanist,

but the average life span
of a rafflesia is over 40 years.

What happens when you pass away?

In the event that Louie the 15th
outlives Dr. Foley,

she's created a living trust
which will provide for his care,

just as you'd do for a loved one.

Your argument
is that she should get the plant

because she loves it?

Can you think of a better reason?

I mean, Your Honor,

it's obvious Dr. Foley loves this plant

more than many people
love anything or anyone.

While the museum neglected
Louie the 14th,

Louie the 15th has thrived.

So...

...in the name of love,
our client should get the plant.

Okay, I'll take this all into consideration

and rule within the next 24 hours.

- Fred.
- Hey.

How did the rest of the bro-date go?

Great. Just great.

And Cassie with the tramp stamp?

You know, uh, after we hung up,

I didn't see her again
for the rest of the night.

Bingum!

Imagine my surprise
on returning from court

and finding a messenger
with a stack of boxes for you.

Oh, good.

You're not getting in over your head
with this casino case, are you?

Absolutely not.

Although, I am filing a class-action suit.

But as you know, big lawsuits
equal big payouts.

Only after a big cash outlay,

and only if you're going after something

that everyone already knows is bad,

like car companies
or cigarette multinationals

or Rob Schneider movies.

Do you understand the expense
in tracking down plaintiffs

in a class-action?

Yes, that is why I contacted
the company that the casino uses

to mail out their
"special offer" postcards.

I'm gonna send out a notice

asking if any of the guests felt coerced

into buying excessive credit,

and it won't cost the firm a dime.

That part I like.

I'm having a label-making party tonight,

and you are more than welcome.

Stacy is making her famous guacamole.

No, thanks. But keep me posted.

And you.

Yes, sir?

I hear you are a hell of a wingman.

Cassie with the tramp stamp?

Ka-pow!

Grayson is like a whole new man.

I thought you said you didn't
see her the rest of the evening.

I didn't.

Grayson is a different story.

You are the worst guar...

Kim Kaswell's office.

What are you still doing here?

Having a green tea
and trying not to stress.

What's it to you?

I didn't know you were
a green tea kind of person.

Only when I'm waiting for a ruling.

What's up?

Board minutes from the museum?

We already looked at these.

We looked at the board minutes
involving Dr. Melvoin.

Found nothing, so I decided
to broaden my search.

And?

These are from the board's
latest meeting.

For the last six months, the
museum's been in negotiations

to sell their rafflesia to a
private collector in Singapore

for mid-six figures.

But then their plant died, so...

So, in order to make the sale,

they had to scramble and find
a new one to replace it.

And that's why the museum's
really after Louie the 15th.

Teri, I need you to find the clerk,

have him ask to have the judge
hold her ruling in abeyance

until I can get Parker down here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Let me help you with that.

Oh, no, that's okay. Thanks. I... I got it.

So, I heard you had a...
good time last night with Fred.

That's right.

Did you meet anyone nice?

Actually, you know Cassie from the bar.

Sure do. Yeah.

Yeah, she took me to an after-hours club.

I'm seeing her again tonight.

Cassie, the... the one with the tattoo?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

She's fun.

Yes, no, she is fun. That's true.

- Oh!
- Hey!

Hey.

I was early, so I just...
I came up to get you.

- Aw.
- Great.

Cassie, you know Jane.

Oh, yes. Pomtini and shrimp cocktail.

Wow, unbelievable. That's me.

She's... quick.

- Oh.
- You ready?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Okay.

- Uh, Jane?
- Mm-hmm.

You coming?

Oh, no. You know what?

I'm just gonna wait for the next one.

You know, 'cause I have a lot...

of stuff going on.

- All right.
- Okay.

See you later.

I love you, t...

Bye-bye.

The minutes prove that the museum

withheld the real motive behind
their bid for our client's plant.

The Singapore deal isn't done.

Now, that's a defense.

Plus, there's no reason to believe

that the foreign buyer
will care for the plant

any less effectively than my client.

You lied to this court about
what was gonna happen to Louie.

- I did not lie.
- You kind of did.

I agree. Unclean hands, Mr. Hanson.

The matter's settled.

Louie the 15th will stay with Dr. Foley.

Oh, I am so happy.
I don't know how to thank you.

You should have been in chambers.

Ms. Kaswell was very impressive.

Aw. Mr. Parker wasn't so bad himself.

Well, I think we all deserve a drink.

You know, I would love to, but, um,

I really should go home
and tell Louie in person.

Right. Of course.

Tell him congratulations from us.

Thank you both so much.

"Him"?

I was trying to be nice.

And done.

One more mailing list entered in,

290 to go.

You know, you have the energy
of a hummingbird

and the can-do attitude
of a used-car salesman.

It's truly amazing.

Well, thank you, sunshine.

This sure brings back memories
of finals week all-nighters,

- doesn't it?
- Ha!

Well, to be honest, those were
the nights I went to bed early.

Of course, the last time
I had to pull an all-nighter

was at the emergency regional conference

to discuss a certain unauthorized

Gaultier toga party.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hey, did you know Deb Dobkins?

Yes.

I mean no.

I mean, um, I've just...
I've heard a lot about her.

You know, she passed away. It was so sad.

I was hoping to reconnect
with her at her fifth reunion.

With Deb? Really?

But I thought you didn't like her.

I mean, I'm just remembering
what Stacy was saying.

I thought you were mad at her
for throwing that toga party.

And even though I heard it was legendary

and the reason that
Beta Delta Chi had more pledges

than any sorority on campus,
you still confiscated her pin.

Wow, it sounds like Stacy's
story really made an impression.

Well, sometimes as Chapter President,

you have to wear different hats.

Sometimes you have to
be a sister, a mother,

good cop, bad cop, sexy cop,
human shield.

Uh, you know, I didn't tell you this,

but after that toga party
almost burned the house down,

the National Board
demanded Deb's membership.

What?! That's horrible.

Wait, why didn't you say anything?

Well, getting kicked out
would have just crushed her,

so I made a deal with the board.

They'd allow Deb to stay
if you confiscated her pin.

Huh. Look at this.

- Not now, Fred.
- No, but this is odd.

The... the files
from the postcard mailhouse

are arranged by zip code.

Right. They cluster them by region.

Yeah, but this list here, the...
the one with Kristin's name,

has zip codes from
all over the United States.

No, he's right. Why am I on this list?

Fred, do a Google search.

Enter in the first three names,

see if there's a connection.

Already on it.

It is a link to a website

for St. Paul's Hospital parking permits?

- Oh, my.
- Does that mean something to you?

St. Paul's is where I volunteered

for a Parkinson's study last year.

Why would the casino care
about that list?

Well, I may not be a betting woman,

but odds are the answer
to that question wins our case.

Hello?

Mr. Parker, where are you? It's 9:30.

I'm on my way in. What's wrong?

The police just called.

They want Dr. Foley in for questioning.

- What?
- Last night, the museum's new botanist

determined that Louie the 14th
didn't die of natural causes.

Then how did he die?

Someone detached it from the vine.

And they think it was Audrey?

Her coded key card accessed
the museum greenhouse

three days before old Louie
went petals-up.

- Ugh.
- Dr. Foley's not answering her phone.

I told the cops you'd pick
her up and bring her in.

All right. I'll grab Kim and
head over to her place now.

Why are you grabbing me?

I mean, not that I mind.

Ms. Bingum, thanks for waiting.
Please come in.

Thank you, again, for seeing us
on such short notice.

Anything for our research partners.

Aw, that's sweet, sunshine.

But now we have some questions for you.

Yes, I got Ms. Bingum's e-mail.
Please have a seat.

- Good. Thank you.
- Here's a copy of our study

on the side-effects of ropinirole.

That's my Parkinson's medication.

Intermittent vertigo, memory loss,

compulsive behavior,

including excess eating, shopping, and...

oh, my God, gambling.

Yes, that's right.

Odds of becoming addicted to gambling

increase 300% with this medication.

How is that even possible?

It has to do with a related
dopamine agonist...

but it's still something we
never could have anticipated.

So that's why the casino
would want the patient list.

It's like finding a sign-up sheet

for gamblers anonymous.

A sign-up sheet with thousands of names.

Jane...

Uh, just one second.

Dr. Keens, how did
the casino get this list?

Jane...

Seriously, one second.

Go ahead, doctor. Answer my question.

I wish I could.

Our test-subjects list
is totally confidential.

No one outside the study has access.

- Jane!
- What?!

I think I know how the casino got the list.

Ms. Bingum, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

What list?

Before your consulting job
with Desert Springs,

you worked as a research fellow

- at St. Paul's Hospital, correct?
- Yes.

You looked at the side effects
of a Parkinson's medication.

That's correct.

The study confirmed a link
between ropinirole

and a heightened addiction to gambling.

- It's public information now.
- Right.

But the list with the test subjects,

which would be a huge asset to any casino,

that's not public, is it?

No. Uh, that list is confidential.

Tell me something, doctor.

As a consultant for Desert Springs,

you receive an annual retainer of $100,000.

It's commensurate with other consultants.

Plus $50,000 when you signed on.

That was a bonus.

Oh, a "bonus."

A bonus that you received

two weeks after the Parkinson's
study was completed.

I wonder what the state medical
board will say about that?

Dr. Foley?!

Dr. Foley?!

I just looked through the side windows.

The house is completely cleared out.

Louie the 15th?

It doesn't make any sense.

Is she gone?

Yeah. How did you know?

She took off.

When the museum's rafflesia plant died,

your client's flower
became the largest of its kind,

and it's worth a lot of money.

No, there's no way. She loved that plant.

You were played.

The museum got a call
from Singapore this morning.

Mr. Utama's withdrawing his offer.

Apparently, he made a six-figure deal

to buy another rafflesia plant
late last night from Dr. Foley.

Wow, she killed Louie the 14th

so she could make a killing
off of Louie the 15th.

And so much for love.

I heard about court. Congrats.

Thank you.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Jane.

I didn't mean to be such a great wingman.

I just don't see what he sees in her.

Actually, you do.

You just don't like it.

I used to know Cassie
back when I was Deb.

We took an acting class together.

And we auditioned for the same roles.

We were a lot alike.

So, if I think Grayson
can do better than Cassie,

does that mean he can do better than...

The old you?

The one that he wanted to marry?

Yeah.

Well, you've changed.

You're no longer Deb of the...
the Gaultier toga party.

You have higher expectations of yourself,

so maybe you have higher
expectations for Grayson.

That almost made me feel
a little bit better.

I try.

Okay. I am going home.
Do you need a lift?

Um, actually,

I am headed to the bar for the game.

Another bro-date?

I'm going with Teri.

If anybody can teach me
how to be more of a man,

it's her, right?

Yeah.

Bye.

I haven't made these treats since...

well, since you made them.

Oh, yay! You're home.

We are making rice-crispie treats.

Jane, you were brilliant today.

I could not have done it
without your help.

Or yours.

So, I have some news.

Dr. Preminger is going before
the medical board.

The gambling commission
has asked for our notes

on the class action,

and Desert Springs is forgiving your debt.

Well, I don't know what to say.

That's okay.

I have something for you.

It's an honorary Beta Delta Chi pin.

Now, I know it's not much, but...

It's amazing.

Thank you.