Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 4, Episode 6 - Rigged - full transcript

Jane and Grayson team up for a case involving a faulty oil rig and the death of one of its engineers while Jane battles the uncertainly of Owen's whereabouts and what it means for their ...

See that inspiring 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, Luke.

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



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

Hey, sweetie. Have you seen my --

Engagement ring?

Yes, like 101 times, and it's gorgeous.

It is gorgeous.

But I was gonna ask, "Have
you seen my fiance?"

Owen left about an hour ago.
He had an early meeting.

So, now that you're awake,

Are you ready?

Oh, I'm ready.

Number one, have you
created your wedding blog?

Of course.

It is personal, interactive,
and linked to a guestbook.

Check. Okay, engagement announcements?



I have a photo of me and
Owen at the Ponte Vecchio

on 100-pound matte cardstock.

Check. Big question. Drumroll, please.

Who's baking your wedding cake?

You are, of course!

Okay, so shall we start
talking cake concepts?

As much as I want to do this right now,

I have an important meeting
with a potential client.

Say no more.

I will brainstorm while you go to work.

Okay.

Good luck, future Mrs. Owen French.

Check it out.

Pretty awesome, huh?

What is it? Are you kidding me?

It's -- it's a Mickey Mouse pancake.
Don't you see it?

Big ears, little...chin.

It looks like someone took
a bite out of a frisbee.

That's exactly what I was going for.

No.

All right. What's going on, Eric?

Aren't you excited to see your mom today?

I know she's excited to see you.

In fact, she's coming to my office

so she can take you to school.

And then what?

I'll never see you again.

No way, Jose.

I'm gonna talk to your mom, and
we're gonna figure this out.

I'm thinking Saturday will be our day.

And if you're not gonna
eat this frisbee pancake,

let's at least see how it flies.

Go long.

Here it comes.

Teri, I can't thank you
enough for this opportunity.

Working for Kim is not an opportunity.

It is an execution.

I just need a job.

Okay, well, to be her assistant,
you have to figure out

what she needs before she needs it,

whether it's a file or an e-mail password

or her gynecologist's
emergency phone number or --

Car keys!

Teri, I can't find my --

Keys, briefcase your cellphone is charged.

Breath strips are in the outer flap,

and...driving directions in
case your GPS goes wonky.

Thank you, uh...

Liz. She's your new assistant.
Parker authorized the hire.

She's an old friend,

and she's gonna kick ass for you.

Okay. Well, I'm off...

To a very important meeting
to land a fortune 500 client.

How do you know that? I heard
you praying in the bathroom.

I wasn't praying. I was rehearsing.

And before I go, can I just get --

Half-caf, two splendas, soy milk.

Thank you.

How'd I do?

A little brown-nosey, but
you're off to a great start.

It sounds cliche but
Alan was my whole world,

from the moment I met him.

We couldn't wait to have
kids, to start a family.

We just bought a new home

with a tree house in the backyard.

I-I know what it's like to be in love.

I just can't imagine.

Ms. Bingum, oil rigs are
supposed to be safe.

Ivar Oil told us that he would be safe...

And then this...

How could this happen?

We don't know how this happened.

I understand there was a fatality?

Alan Maslin. The ballast-control operator.

Look, Ivar rigs are the most
stable in the industry.

And the inner passage met
every safety requirement.

And if this goes to trial,
we can make those arguments.

But right now, you have a dead employee,

and the only thing to blame is the rig.

Did Alan ever mention any safety
concerns before the collapse?

Yeah.

He thought there might be something wrong

with the ballast-control system.

Our ballast-control system
was state-of-the-art.

We passed every single federal inspection.

We've done nothing wrong here.
Accidents happen.

Has there been any contact
with the victim's family?

No one's contacted me.

I mean, other than to tell me he was dead.

I'm not surprised.

Anything they say could
be used against them.

I just want them to take responsibility.

The press is calling Alan Maslin a hero.

They're saying that his
co-workers owe him their lives

and that he prevented a massive oil spill.

I've seen the coverage.

We anticipate a significant claim.

Should you hire my firm,
our strategy is simple --

inundate the other side
with motions and discovery.

You do not want a widow's
claim to make it to a jury.

We want to get this to a
jury as soon as possible.

If you hire my firm, our strategy will be

to fast-track your claim in federal court.

Ms. Bingum, there's something
I want you to hear. Okay.

As the rig was going down, my
husband left me a voicemail.

Baby, it's me. We got a problem out here.

I'm doing everything I can,
but it's not looking good.

I got to stay back

until the others can get
clear of this mess.

But...I love you, and I hope...

I'm so sorry.

And then dad took me to the
place where you see the stars.

Griffith observatory.

Nice.

Mom, why couldn't the astronaut
book a room on the moon?

Because the moon was full.
Because the moon was full.

Oh, that's a good one.

Baby, why don't you go wait in
the lobby for a second, okay?

I need to talk to dad.

All right. Okay?

I got a nursing job.

Congratulations.

You got your nursing license back?

Well, not in the U.S. that's still pending.

So, where's the job?

In Toronto. Toronto.

Canada? As in, clear across the continent?

Jay, the way you feel about being a lawyer

is the way I feel about being a nurse.

And since I can't practice in the U.S. --

But Eric wants me close.
I want to be close.

And I appreciate that,

but the move is what's
best for me and Eric.

We leave in two days.

I'm sorry.

Is that all for me? Mm-hmm.

Getting engaged is like Christmas morning.

Now, that is a vase from judge summers. Mm.

And the champagne is from your mother.

She signed the card "Finally."

And the orchid is from your fiance?

The note says that he's sorry.

He has to go out of town for a few days.

Oh. He's gonna visit his
friend Eddie canning?

His college roommate. Lives in Seattle.

Know how I know that?

Um, because now that
you're engaged to Owen,

your hearts beat as one?

You better believe it.

Well, Eddie was in a motorcycle accident.

Oh, no. Yeah, just a
couple of broken bones.

Not a big deal. I think he'll be okay.

It's all in the card.

Jane, Parker wants to see
us in his office. Why?

I don't know. Is it your
birthday or something?

She got engaged, Kim.

Oh, good for you. Let's go.

Alan Maslin and the Ivar Oil rig collapse.

That's my case. That's my case.

What? What?

And therein lies the problem.

You each met with opposing parties,

and the firm can't represent both sides.

Well, uh, I'm a partner now, so --

Partner or not, Annie
Maslin is counting on me.

And the firm is counting on
billable hours from Ivar Oil.

What am I gonna say, "Yes, I'll help you,"

and then be like, "No,
I'm not gonna help you"?

What are you even saying right now?

Okay, the oil company
represents long-term upside.

But jury verdict for a grieving widow --

instant payday.

So whoever gets the retainer
agreement first gets the client.

Oh, well, I just faxed one to them.

I should have a signature in a few minutes.
Sorry, Jane.

Apology rejected.

Retainer agreement signed by Annie Maslin.

Bam.

And we have a winner.

I'm sorry.

I'm Jack Starnum, C.E.O. of Ivar Oil.

This is Gordon marks, my V.P.
of project services.

We appreciate you coming in so quickly.
Can we get started?

Actually, we're still
waiting on our attorney.

As you know, we almost went with your firm.

Oh, yeah, I've heard something about that.

That's a magnificent
ancistrochilus, miss Bingum.

Excuse me?

Your orchid.

Oh, well, thank you. It's
from my -- my fiance?

I'm an amateur botanist.

So sorry I'm late. Walter
Burr, Duddly & Burr.

Hello. I am Jane Bingum, and this is --

Look, we're prepared to offer Ms. Maslin

$20,000 plus funeral expenses.

We'd like to keep your client
from suffering the heartache

and the expense of protracted litigation.

Well, Mr. burr, that was rude,

and my client is maxed
out on heartache, so...

Please come back when you
have a serious offer.

And in the meantime, you should be aware

that we have filed in federal court.

And you should be aware our salvage team

found the inner passage
black box this morning.

And it indicates

that Alan Maslin disengaged
the ballast-control system

during the storm and botched
the manual adjustments.

Your husband...panicked

and is responsible for the accident.

No. No, Alan was a hero.

There was something wrong with
the BCS, and he told you so.

What's wrong with you people?

Excuse me.

Annie. Annie?

I hate them.

I know you do.

But let's hate them productively, okay?

Now, you just said that Alan told Ivar

the BCS was malfunctioning, right?

So if we can prove that they had notice,

then their failure to correct
the problem proves negligence.

Alan told me he sent them
some sort of report.

Great, great. Uh, can you find me a copy?

Maybe in his files or his computer.

I'll look.

Okay. Annie, listen to me.

You get me that report,
and I'll make them pay.

Okay.

Flights to Canada.

What, are you trying to duck the draft?

Elisa's moving to Toronto
the day after tomorrow.

She's taking Eric.

What? I thought everything
was -- was great.

You know, I want to be a good
dad, but, realistically,

I mean, how often am I
gonna get to see him now?

Well, you could file a
petition with family court

for a declaration of paternity.

It's a slam dunk

for a restraining order
keeping Elisa in L.A.

I want to keep things civil.

Look, you have to pursue this now,

or it's just gonna get
harder down the line.

A court will wonder why you waited.

And if I force Elisa into court,
I might wreck any chance I have

of a good relationship with my son.

You've reached Owen French.
Please leave a message.

Hey, fiance?

I'm just checking in,
seeing how you're doing.

And Eddie, too, of course.

Uh, miss you.

Call me. Or text or e-mail.
Okay, love you. Bye.

Hey, sweetie. What a surprise.

Are we doing lunch?

Ah, sorry. No time. Previous engagement.

There she is, my favorite tenant.

Oh, did I say "favorite"?

I meant one of my favorite tenants.

It's a tie.

Okay, rain check.

Jane, you just got a call.

From Owen? Oh, good.

I hope you told him I planned
the whole wedding without him.

No, you didn't tell him that, did you?
Don't tell him that.

How's Eddie?

It wasn't Owen.

It was Annie Maslin, your client. Oh.

She found a copy of the report
her husband sent to Ivar Oil.

Fantastic.

You and Grayson are meeting
her downstairs for coffee.

Oh, great. Thanks. Oh, and if Owen calls --

Interrupt you, no matter what.
Yeah.

The report's a little technical,
so I asked Tom to join us.

He's an engineer.

Alan and I worked on half
a dozen rigs together,

so anything you need.

Well, actually...

Uh, "A 1.5-degree leeward decline

in moderate 18-meter seas caused
a sequence of BCS R.O.A.S."

The R.O.A. is a run-off alarm.

It's like a false alarm for the BCS --

it's the ballast-control system --

what keeps the rig steady.

What if we still don't follow?

Okay, let's imagine this half-and-half

as a semi-submersible floating oil rig.

Okay? Jane: Okay.

Now, the tide rises,

and the rig platform rises with it.

Now, the BCS keeps it on an even keel...

Or over it goes.

Alan's report stated

that the ballast-control
system was no good,

that the false alarms were off the charts.

He was right. How would you know that?

Because I was on the
inner passage with Alan.

He asked me to proofread his
report before he sent it off.

All the engineers were
aware of the problem.

So if the BCS was working right,

Alan would not have disengaged it.

But during the storm, he couldn't risk it,

which is why he went manual. Exactly.

Do you know if Alan got
a reply to his report?

Um, I don't. I'm sorry.

Doesn't matter.

Ivar will have a copy of
the report in their files,

and that will prove that
they were on notice.

Hey. Hey.

Got your message. Is everything okay?

Everything is great.

I had to pull a few strings,
but I got you a job.

What?

Yeah, it's at St. Catherine's
in the admin dept.

Twice your previous salary.

You'll be working with nurses,
coordinating human relations --

Jay, I already have a job.

Yeah. In Canada. This job
is right around the corner.

Look, I'm not trying to
take Eric away from you.

Then don't.

But I'm an O.R. nurse.

I'm not an administrative coordinator.

You kept Eric a secret from me
for seven years, and now --

And now what?
You owe this to me.

Wait.

Elisa, wait.

Jay... I'm going to Canada

because it's what's best for Eric.

My child, my decision.

I can have a move-away custody suit

filed within the hour.

Do it.

Ivar O's response to Alan's memo

wasn't indexed with their discovery.

Did you look through all the boxes?

Yes, Liz and I searched every file.

What about Alan's report?

I mean, Ivar should have included a copy.

It's like it never existed.

They're playing games.

That's why I called the
magistrate's office.

He's seeing you in an hour.

All right.

Mr. Burr, tell me why

I shouldn't immediately impose sanctions

for your client's discovery violation?

Because there was no such report.

We're not hiding anything.

Wow. Lying.

We have Alan Maslin's report right here.

Whatever she's holding has
no verifiable provenance,

the purported author being deceased.

Ms. Bingum, how would you suggest

the court authenticate that report?

We have a witness who will
vouch for its integrity.

Mr. Tom Witten.

You may proceed, miss Bingum.

Mr. Witten, I direct your attention

to plaintiff's exhibit one
and ask if you recognize it

as the report Alan Maslin sent to Ivar Oil.

I do not. And that report --

I'm sorry, what did you say?

I've never seen this report.

Excuse me? Tom?

Didn't Alan Maslin ask you
to proof the document

you're holding in your hand?

No.

Why are you doing this?

Ms. Maslin, please.

Mr. Witten, when we met,

what did you tell me about that report?

Objection. Assumes facts not in evidence.

The witness is lying. He's your witness.

Your honor, this case is a sham.
I demand it be dismissed.

And I demand that Mr. burr
learn some manners.

Enough. Defense motion is
taken under advisement.

Assuming I let this case
go forward, Ms. Bingum,

I advise you, get to know
your witnesses better.

For the and forieces, the
bridesmaids' dresses.

Uh, no matchy-matchy, okay?

Now, for the guest list,

do I have to invite my mom's bowling team?

Jane, darling, I am not
your wedding planner.

I am your psychiatrist.

Well, I guess that explains
why I'm lying down.

Well, thank you, but I
don't need a psychiatrist.

You're just like Madonna
when she talks about

her 23-year-old boyfriends.

You're in denial, darling.

Denial? No.

Let's talk about that fantastic necklace.

Now you've moved on to avoidance.

Seriously, why would I be seeing
a shrink about my wedding?

You tell me.

Is this pre-wedding jitters?

Honeymoon anxiety?

Does this have something to do...with Owen?

Bingo!

Perhaps it could be the
fact that he hasn't called,

he hasn't e-mailed.

And how do you feel about that?

Do you feel angry, deserted,
pissed as holy hell?

Okay.

You are supposed to be making
me feel better, not worse.

You are confusing me with
Prozac, which is silly.

Most people confuse me with Betty white.

Oh, look, Jane.

Everything, darling, is going to be okay.

There is one thing I
absolutely must say to you.

What is it?

Wake up.

You know, the blue-backed in limusine motions

make a much better pillow.

Thanks.

You didn't go home last night, did you?

I can't let them win.

I mean, what they pulled in court

and how they got to our witness.

Oh, it's unfair to Annie.

Good morning, Teri.

Actually it is a terrible morning.

In addition to Tom Witten,

there were five other engineers
on that rig with Alan,

and they all refuse to speak to me.

Marc Valera and Chris Fife are on vacation.

Dan Pinar is sick.

Adam press referred me to
Ivar Oil's legal affairs,

and Larry Grimaldi is on
another oil rig in Mumbai,

with no cell service.

So Ivar got to them, or
they're incommunicado.

Ooh, looks like someone got another gift...

...from their fiance?

I need more coffee.

Ooh, a card. Maybe it's an erotic poem.

"Our love is like an orchid..."

What rhymes with orchid?

It just says "starboard landing."

Well, that's not very romantic.

I know, right?

I don't think this is from Owen.

Who else would send you flowers?

I don't know.

I do have a hunch, actually. Um...

Teri, what is going on with those two?

Oh, I don't know,

but I can put a spycam in
his office and find out.

No. It's fine.

Listen, I'm gonna go
change and run an errand.

Oh, and if Owen calls --

I will patch him through.

Mr. marks?

You can't be here.

You sent me the orchid, didn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The card said "starboard landing."

Now, I went through Ivar's annual report.

Starboard landing is a rig built by Ivar

and launched the same day
as the inner passage.

That's a matter of public record.

And it's operating off
the coast of Sri Lanka.

For now. Excuse me?

I didn't say anything.

Okay.

Okay, please tell me, why does

the starboard landing
rig matter to my case?

We can't be talking, Ms. Bingum,

and there's no record of me
sending anything to you.

You're trying to tell me something.

I-I just don't know what or why.

Please go.

Thank you.

I can't believe you're
dragging me to court.

You didn't leave me a choice.

Your choice was not to force
paternity and sue my client.

Your client?

Yes, Kelly is my lawyer.

Whatever money I saved is now going to her.

So thanks a lot.

Look I'm not doing this to hurt you.

And yet if you cared about your son,

you would drop this right now.

Oh, so, you're a lawyer

and an expert on my son's well-being?

You know what your problem is, Jay?

Is that you're a bully

who's convinced himself
that he's the good guy.

Let's go.

You could be disbarred for talking to marks

without their attorney present.

I won't tell if you won't.

I'm serious, Jane.

I'm serious, too. Now, listen to me.

The starboard landing rig
is operating "for now."

That's what he said -- "for now."

The only reason to send
the orchid and tip me off

is if he's worried about another accident.

What, you're talking about

another broken ballast-control system?

Well, that's what I thought, but...

I pulled the blueprints
for both rigs, and look.

See? The BCS on both exceeds
federal requirements.

None of this makes any sense.

Hey, uh, uh, excuse me.

Sure.

Annie, hi. How you holding up?

I want to accept their settlement offer.

What?

Did -- did they get to you?
Did they threaten you?

No, Jane, nothing like that. Uh...

I'm pregnant.

Oh! I just found out.

Finally, after trying for so long.

Congratulations.

Alan would be so happy.

Look, I'm gonna need the money,

and I'm scared of the trial, of the stress.

You've seen what they've already done.

I know.

Annie...I -- I might have
stumbled onto something.

Now, it's a long shot.

Your child needs to know
that Alan was a hero.

Please, just -- just let
me try and give you that.

And the starboard landing are identical.

Yeah, economies of scale.

Makes sense to use the same
design, amortize the costs.

That way, you can just --

And that's about the 10th time
you've checked your phone.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. I -- I just -- I
haven't heard from Owen.

And, you know...his college
roommate got into an accident.

Oh, my God.

There's no cell service in the hospital.

Right?

I don't know.

Or maybe his battery died,

and he forgot his charger, but...

Maybe.

You don't like Owen very much, do you?

I mean, you've barely said two
words to me since I got engaged.

I congratulated you the other night.

Yeah, that was it.

And we've worked together almost
nonstop for two days, and --

Do you really want to talk
caterers and bridesmaids dresses

with me?

You know what, Grayson? Never mind.

It doesn't -- it doesn't matter. I'm sorry.

I think I'm just worried about Owen.

Oh, my God.

Listen, I said I'm sorry. But...

No, Jane, I think I found something.

Okay, Larry Grimaldi is the
assembly-review engineer

who did the final safety
inspections on both rigs.

Yes. Teri tried to reach him.
He's in Mumbai, on a rig.

Right, look at the name of
the assembly-review engineer

who did the preliminary
plans for both rigs.

Mitch Fredericks.

Right. Fredericks signed every
safety report... mm-hmm?

Except the final one,

when he was replaced with Grimaldi.

Why was Fredericks replaced?

I don't know, but I'd like to ask him.

Eric, do you know why you're here today?

Sure.

Because my mom wants to move to Canada,

and my dad wants me to stay in Los Angeles.

That's right.

I understand you've recently
gotten to know your father.

Yeah. It's so cool having a dad.

So, you like spending time with him?

Yeah. It's fun, even when he messes up.

When he messes up?

He made my lunch for school,

and he accidentally threw
my lunch in the garbage.

And then he put garbage in my lunch.

Your honor, it's not like he ate garbage.

Eric, if you had a tummy ache,

who would you want to take care of you?

There are no wrong answers.

I think mom... but dad would be okay, too.

If you had a problem at school,

who would you rather talk to?

My mom.

How do you feel about moving
to Canada with your mom?

I wish my dad can come with us.

And if he stays in Los Angeles?

I think he'll really miss me.

Will you miss him?

Yeah. A lot.

Thank you, Eric.

You did a great job.

Counselors, we'll continue
in the courtroom.

Hey, can we talk?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Eric needs his father in his life.

We did just fine without you.

Excuse me.

Mr. Fredericks, thank you
for speaking with us.

No problem.

So, you want to know why I
was replaced by Ivar Oil?

That's right.

'Cause I kicked up a fuss
about the design plans.

That is when they yanked me off the job

faster than poop from a duck's ass.

Oh, dear.

So, there was something
wrong with the rig's plans.

I never saw the final plans,
but there was definitely

something wrong with the timetable.

They were trying to
complete a 3-year project

in just 12 months.

Why the rush?

Their federal leases were expiring.

Oh! Under the federal
oil and gas lease act,

the secretary of the interior
can revoke oil leases

if the drilling has not commenced

by the expiration date.

Oh!

That's right.

Also known as "use it or lose it."

But there are certain things in
life that cannot be rushed --

a good meal, a Thai massage,

and the construction of a massive oil rig.

And if you ask me, that is
why the inner passage sank,

although, unless I saw the plans,

I couldn't tell you exactly what happened.

Well, what if I told you that
we have the final plans?

Would that help?

Does a Canadian grizzly crap in the woods?

Yes.

During my time with him,

I took Eric to school every
day, met with his teachers,

and helped him with a
social-studies presentation.

1848, Sutter's Mill.

That's when the California gold rush began.

One of many things I learned from Eric.

And can you describe his home
environment when he stays with you?

He has his own room.

We have breakfast and dinner together.

And on the weekends, we do fun
but educational activities.

Thank you.

Mr. Parker, isn't it true that
you once told miss Shayne

that you don't want any children?

Maybe, a long time ago.

And isn't it true that
you effectively broke up

with miss Shayne by
sleeping with her roommate?

Objection! Counsel's slinging mud.

Goes to character, but I will move on.

Did you recently offer miss Shayne money

to get out of your life?

I gave her that check because
I wrongly assumed --

Yes or no, Mr. Parker.

This is a custody hearing.

"Yes or no" is -- is not
fair to me or to Eric.

I'll take that as a yes.

Hold on.

Why don't you ask me

how miss Shayne came to me for legal help

while keeping the existence
of my son a secret?

I request a recess, your honor.
Mr. Parker --

Or how I offered her a job
when she had no other option,

only to have her take Eric away from me

when I found out I was his father?

I was doing the best that I could.

Your honor. Kim: I request
a recess, your honor.

I mean, they should hear everything, right?

Tell the court how you
lost your nursing license

because you illegally
prescribed drugs. Parker!

My father was sick.

Or how our son took a bus by himself

to Los Angeles to find me! Order!

What kind of mother lets a
7-year-old do that? Dad! Stop!

Eric? You're not supposed to be in here.

Your honor. Elisa: Sweetheart, come here.

Judge holder: Bailiff. It's okay.
I'm sorry.

Move to recess, your honor.

The designs for the rigs are flawless.

Wait, are you sure? Absolutely.
The designs are flawless.

But the rigs most definitely are not.

I don't follow.

Are you saying the actual rig

doesn't reflect the final design?

You bet I am.

Look, one of the reasons it
takes so long to build a rig

is because there are hundreds of thousands

of construction welds.

Now, for safety reasons,

the feds require each weld to
have its own serial number.

Miss Bingum, you ever been
in two places at one time?

Um...no?

No, of course not, because
that's impossible.

Right.

So how can a weld be in two places at once?

Read this weld number
from the inner passage.

"DS-656-202."

Right. And now this one
from starboard landing.

"DS-656-202."

It's the same number.

It's the same weld. And that's impossible.

I'm sorry.

What exactly am I looking
at here, counselors?

The inner passage and starboard
landing rigs are identical.

In order to meet the
leasing expiration dates,

construction was rushed --
only half of the welds

on both of these rigs
were actually secured.

Ivar Oil doubled up on the serial numbers

in order to slip shoddy work
past federal regulators.

It's known as "pencil whipping."

And Ivar's former safety engineer

is willing to testify to that.

I'm confused.

What does that allegation have to do

with a faulty ballast-control system?

It doesn't. The BCS was working fine.

Exactly. That's what we've
been saying, your honor.

But the BCS alarm was being activated

because of the sparsity of the welds.

It was rendering the entire rig unstable.

Now, of course,

Alan Maslin would have
no way of knowing this.

In light of this new evidence,
we are amending our complaint

and adding their former safety engineer,

Mitch Fredericks, to our witness list.

I'm inclined to allow it.

If I may, your honor,

I have a motion in Limine

to preclude the testimony
of Mitch Fredericks

and exclude all evidence tied to him.

Okay, well, I have a motion in Limine

to make every day my birthday.

What are the grounds for your motion?

As you may be aware, my client,
before hiring my firm,

met with a Ms. Kim Kaswell
of Harrison & Parker.

That doesn't disqualify our witness.

This memo does.

Obtained from your firm during discovery.

In it, Ms. Kaswell details
confidential discussions

of Mr. Fredericks and his
outlandish theories.

Your honor...

Save your breath, miss Bingum.

You should know better.

The witness is excluded.

I didn't write this memo.

It's on the firm's stationary, Kim.

Do you realize you cost us the case?

I said, I didn't write it.

If I did, there would be a copy
of it in the case file, right?

Oh.

Oh, my God. And there it is.

This doesn't make any sense. Right.

Jane, I wanted to represent Ivar Oil,

but I would never do anything
to sabotage your case.

I'm a partner.

Okay, then who wrote it?

All right,

someone who's susceptible
to a bribe, right?

Maybe someone new to the firm.

I'm gonna kill her.

Uh... I have a better idea.

This is B.S., and you know it.

I had nothing to do with that memo.

You were upset about your vacation time,

and so you acted out.

I was upset, but I would never
do anything to hurt the firm.

Enough! Teri, I'm done with your nonsense.

Get out!

I know you two are friends, so
if you need to leave, then go.

I'm fine.

Jane, hey, we caught a break. We did?

Remember the assembly-review engineer

who signed the final plans?
Uh, Larry Grimaldi?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, Teri said that he was
on the rig in Mumbai, right?

Totally unreachable? Uh-huh.

I reached him during his onshore break,

and he confirmed the pencil whipping.

Here's the affidavit,

faxed from Chhatrapati
international airport in Mumbai.

Right now, he's on I.A. Flight 81,

nonstop to Los Angeles.

Oh, my God! Grayson, you
just saved the case!

Uh, Liz, I need you to make a
copy of this for Kim right away.

We need to be ready to go as
soon as that plane lands.

You got it.

What now?

We wait.

Hey. I, uh, spoke with
judge holder's bailiff.

He apologized again for letting
Eric into the courtroom.

Did you hear me?

You lost control of the case.

I lost control?

I-I did everything short
of pulling a fire alarm.

You were my lawyer, and you let me down.

Did you hear from the clerk?

Yeah.

Judge holder granted Elisa full custody.

You'll have limited visitation
rights, with supervision.

You can re-apply for a
modification in six months.

And when you do,

find another lawyer to represent you.

Kim, wait.

Dad!

Eric. Hi.

Eric wanted to say goodbye.
I'll wait in the lobby.

Wait.

Uh, listen, pal, there's a plate
of cookies in the kitchen...

If it's okay with your mom.

Just one.

I am so sorry.

I told Eric that sometimes
adults yell at each other.

It's not the right thing
to do, but you were upset

about not getting to be with
him as much as you'd like.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I'm not gonna stop you from seeing Eric,

but I don't want anything
else to do with you.

I'll let you guys talk.

Come here. Give me a hug.

So, I guess Saturday is not our day.

Huh?

No.

I guess not.

I'm sorry.

I know you tried, dad.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Go on.

So, the whole office thinks
you really fired Teri.

Well, I'm a good actress.

The Mumbai flight lands in three hours.

Still no word from Ivar.

I know.

Nice photo.

Well, thank you. It's my
engagement announcement.

Sure hope I get to use them.

Still no word from Owen?

You know, maybe I just jinxed everything

by ordering these so quickly.

Excuse me. The oil guys are in the lobby.

Oh. Great. Well, send them up.

It's come to our attention
that our safety engineer

may be on his way back from Mumbai.

Oh, we heard something similar.

Yeah, it's probably just a rumor.

But if it's true, and he testifies,

you got to wonder what he's gonna say.

What are you looking for?

$5 million, and you agree

to fix the welds on the
starboard landing rig.

You know, maybe this
will speed things along.

Flight 81 lands at LA.X.
in 2 hours and 46 minutes.

As soon as that plane begins its descent,

our number goes up to $10 million.

And once the passengers disembark,

we let a jury decide how
many more zeros to add.

Draft the papers.

Already done.

Is Grimaldi really on that plane?

Thank you again for the orchid.

Oh, Teri, I'm so glad you're back!

I'm so sorry. That you screwed me over?

They made it sound so easy.
They said I'd never --

Get caught? And that is my stapler.

Take her away.

Jane.

Welcome back.

Operation "Pretend to Fire
Teri" was a huge success.

We have to talk.

Are you okay?

When I was out of the office,
I tried to track Owen down.

I thought I was helping, so
I called his friend Eddie.

In the hospital?

That's the thing. He's not in the hospital.

W-what?

There was no motorcycle accident.

Eddie hasn't spoken to Owen in weeks.

So Owen lied to me?

Owen left me.

Jane, I'm...so sorry.

I have to get out of here.

Oh, Jane, you don't want to go out there.
I need some air.

No, Jane, stop.

Listen to me. Stop, Jane. Stop. Come back.

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

What's going on?

It's an office engagement party.

Luke and I have been
working on it all week.

Congratulations, sweetie!

You want to talk about it?