Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 5, Episode 11 - One Shot - full transcript

See that aspiring model there?

That's 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.

[ Screams ]

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, Paul.



I used to think everything
happened for a reason.

Whoo!
[ Laughs ]

Now, I sure hope I was right.

♪ LA, LA, LA, LA-LA-LA-LA

Drop Dead Diva 5x11 - One Shot
Original air date October 20, 2013

[ Knock on door ]

Hey. It's late. Why are you still here?

Finishing my client's love contract.

Love contract? [ Chuckles ]
Sounds kind of juicy.

Mm. Not really.

My client wants a guarantee
that his fiancée

will cook him beef stroganoff
once a month

and allow him to wear
a jogging suit to the theater,

among other things.



Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Um, I'm sorry. I've gotta go.

Hey.

Ms. Bingum, I got your voicemail.

What's going on?

Turn around.

[ Gasps ]

I can't believe you're here.

Oh!

I was so worried.

Why don't we give them a little privacy?

I'll show you to my office.

You have 10 minutes.

Take as much time as you need.

I'll be outside, and everything...

[ Gunshot ]
[ Screams ]

[ Gunshots ]

Somebody help!

Jane? Jane!

Oh, my God.

[ Birds chirping ]

Morning. Someone slept like a baby.

What? What are you talking about?

You cried most of the night...
like a baby.

Want to talk about it?

My former best friend is dating
my former fiancé.

I don't think
there's a lot to talk about.

Okay.

Well, hey, I made you your favorite...

Stacy is so selfish.

You know? And inconsiderate.

She's also pregnant with
Owen's child, so maybe we...

No, no. Do not take her side.

No, no. I was not doing that.

What is this?

Carrot, orange, and beet
smoothie. Your favorite.

Actually, that is Stacy's favorite.

I'm allergic to beets.

Good morning.

Thanks again for letting me

crash on your couch last night.

Oh, no, that's the least I can do.

Although you didn't say much
between all the tears.

[ Sighs ]

Do you want to talk about it?

Well, my best friend
doesn't want me to be happy.

What's there to talk about?

There's more to it than that.

No, no. Do not take her side.

No! No. I'm not doing that.

I'm just... I'm saying that
obviously I understand...

why Jane is hurt.

So, when I asked you
to be my sperm donor,

I had no idea it could lead
to something more.

I hate that I'm hurting Jane.
[ Gasps ]

Maybe I'm just a terrible person.

No! No, look.

Jane and I were over the moment
she kissed Grayson.

And with or without you,

we were never
getting back together again.

Ever. Oh, thank you.

I ordered us drinks.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
[ Chuckles ]

Uh, what is this?

Cilantro and kale smoothie...
your favorite.

No, actually it's Jane's favorite.

Cilantro makes me [sighs] gag.
[ Clears throat ]

[ Hiccups, sighs ]

Teri, hold all my calls.

I need at least an hour
of online shopping therapy.

Sorry, boss.
There's someone in your office.

Is it Stacy?

No. An old client... Becca Holt.

You helped her with a real-estate
matter a few years ago.

She was here when I arrived.

[ Sighs ]

Becca!

Hey!

Uh, did we have an appointment?

I'm sorry, I just...
I didn't know where else to go.

Oh. That's okay. What's going on?

[ Sighs ]

Someone's trying to kill me.

What?

Oh, my God. Um...

Okay, take a deep breath.

Tell me what's going on.

I work at the flower mart.

Early this morning,

I was cleaning out an old storage bin.

I pulled on a drawer, and it fell apart,

and that's when I...

I found this.

Oh. Whoa. Is that cocaine?

Yeah. I freaked, and I called
my boss, Edgar Tamlin.

He told me he was coming right over.

When I heard his car pull up,
I looked through a window,

and I saw him with a gun.

I took off through the back.

A... and you came here?

I was too afraid to go home.
Tamlin knows where I live!

Jane, what do I do now?

We're gonna go
to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

And you're gonna tell him
exactly what you told me.

Don't bug me!

[ Laughs ]

Catchphrase.

From your TV show "Already Home."

My, uh, my 10-year-old niece,
she says it all the time.

Well, her parents must love that.

She wants her entire family
to live in a retirement home,

like... like your character.

It's her favorite show.

Take that, Hannah Montana.

[ Laughs ]

Well, my daughter's thrilled

that she's an inspiration
to young girls.

And that is sort of why we're here.

We're being blackmailed for $100,000.

I... I blackened out the private parts.

It's only side boob and side butt.

I mean, Rihanna shows more skin
in church.

But, seeing as I'm a teen role model,

if this photo gets out,
my network is going to dump me

faster than Selena Gomez
dumped Justin Bieber.

Do you know the blackmailer?

He's an "artist." Theo Lamont.

His art involves taking candid
photos through hotel windows.

You know, hotel guests
tying their shoes,

brushing their teeth, reading...
stuff like that.

Fascinating.

Apparently, he's a big deal.

You know, he's had gallery shows
in New York and Miami,

and Hollywood's next.

So this photo was taken
at a hotel in Hollywood?

Yeah, I had had an
early-morning press junket,

so I just stayed overnight.

Lamont took the photo
through Ashley's window.

When he realized he had caught
a celebrity

in a compromising position,

he e-mailed me the copy,

said that he would sell
the negatives or...

He'd put it in the exhibit...
What a creep.

Yeah, I mean, Ashley's
whole career is at stake.

And he knows it.

Don't worry.

The public is never
going to see this photo.

Finally, we have sufficient
evidence to arrest Edgar Tamlin.

So you knew about him.

Tamlin connects suppliers
in South America

with distributors throughout the U.S.

And we've had him under
surveillance for almost a year.

But we couldn't nail him
without indisputable proof.

And with your client's testimony,

he'll be going away for life.

I'm so glad we could help.

About Becca's safety...

Tamlin knows she found the cocaine.

Can you keep her safe
until he's arrested?

Tamlin's arrest won't change anything.

By now, he'll have tipped off
his distributors.

And they'll all come after you.

Oh, God.

We'd like to enter you

into our Witness Protection program.

No. No. Jane.

There's got to be another way.

That's the only way to ensure
your client's safety.

Ms. Bingum, as Becca's attorney,

you'll be kept in the loop,

but no one else can know
about her situation.

Parents, friends, loved ones... no one.

No, this can't be happening.

I'll have the marshals
take you to a safe house.

Wait, I have to go right now?

Ma'am, I'm sorry, but...

life as you know it...

it's over.

[ Sharp knock on door ] - Excuse me.
- Oh.

- Sorry.
- That's okay. [ Chuckles ]

- Ms. Bingum?
- Yes.

Hi, I'm Neal Sherwin...
Becca Holt's boyfriend.

Oh!

Oh. Yeah... oh.

Yeah. How can I help you?

Well, she texted me early this morning

and said she was going to see a lawyer.

I remembered your name.

Okay.

She's not answering her phone.

She's not at work.

The police said I can't file
a missing-persons report

for 48 hours.

I was hoping you might know something.

I... I'm so sorry. I... I don't.

Okay.

Sorry I disturbed you.

No problem.

That's Becca's sweater.

No. No. It's mine. Yeah.

That style is so on-trend right now.
[ Laughs ]

Ms. Bingum, what's going on?

Neal...

Neal, all I can tell you
is that Becca is fine.

You saw her? Where is she?

Listen, I can't say.

What do you mean you can't say?!

As her lawyer,

I am not at liberty to say.

Please.

Put yourself in my shoes.

I'm sorry.

Can you at least
give her a message for me?

If I write it on a note?

Okay.

I cannot promise anything, but I'll try.

Thank you.

Oh. Grayson.

We're at work.

And we're no longer a secret.

You know what? You are right.

And I totally forgot
why I was coming to see you.

[ Laughs ]
Oh! Yeah.

The new Matt Damon "not a Bourne
movie but kinda like one"

opens tomorrow.

You in?

That sounds fun.

Uh, hey, you've got a guy
in your office, so...

Go, go, go.

That must be my new client...

who is half an hour early.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Marty Frumm?

Yes, sir. That would be me.

You're early.

I'm always early.

Listen. I hope I didn't interrupt

your little make-out session.

She's quite something.

On the phone you mentioned
you were getting married.

That's right. Wife number three.

But this time I want to protect myself.

You want a prenup.

No, she can have
all the money she wants.

Yeah, I got plenty.
I'm in the diamond business.

Listen, Mr. Kent, what I want
is a love contract.

A love contract?

I want Christy to be contractually bound

to certain marital stipulations.

For instance, I want it in writing

that she has to make love to me
at least once a week.

That she can't put on any more
than two pounds a year.

And when we go on vacation,
her mother can't come with us.

Christy's mother?

Shereen, who's actually younger than me,

but I'll tell you something.

If she grows up to look like her mother,

I'm gonna have a pretty terrific
life ahead of me.

Marty, I'm not sure a contract
like you're proposing

is enforceable.

I have a friend who has one.

Yeah, he gets to make nookie
in the back of his Cadillac

every time he bowls over 230.

Mm.

Tell you what... I'll look
into it, get back to you.

Fantastic.

And you won't have to look hard.
It's there.

Mr. Lamont, Ashley is
a well-known public figure.

According to California
Civil Code section 33-44,

you cannot exploit her image
for commercial gain.

I'm an artist.

I'm not putting her picture
on mugs or T-shirts.

The photo is going in my exhibit.

Her celebrity is incidental
and therefore non-actionable.

Didn't even know Ashley was famous

until my girlfriend told me.

At which point you realized
the value of the image

and demanded $100,000
to keep it private.

Mr. Lamont was merely offering
the Bradfords the opportunity

to purchase Ashley's portrait

before it goes into his exhibition.

Think of my offer as a... presale.

It's extortion... plain and simple.

Mr. Bradford,
as your lawyer will tell you,

it's not technically extortion.

Not as the law defines it.

He's right.

They have chosen their words...
very carefully.

As your lawyer will tell you,
we have other ways to stop you.

I'm seeking an emergency injunction.

We're done here.

Edgar Tamlin was arrested an hour ago.

Now, until this trial,

you'll be staying at this safe house,

and then you'll be transferred
into Witness Protection.

We need your signature to move forward.

Once you join Witness Protection,

you'll get a new name and
a new social security number.

The government will find you
housing and a job, but...

but, Becca, you can't...

you can't bring videos or photos.

And you can never return to L.A.

I'm giving up my entire life.

We're trying to save your life.

Since 1971,

we've relocated over 18,000 witnesses

and family members.

No one who followed the rules

has been killed.
[ Exhales softly ]

Could you give us a minute?

Please?

Thanks.

Jane, how?

How can I give up
everything I've ever known?

I know. It sounds overwhelming.

And it won't be easy.

Unfortunately...

I don't think you have much of a choice.

Jane, I'm in love.

And my boyfriend will never know
what happened to me.

I mean, do you have any idea
what that must feel like?

More than you can possibly know.

You know, Neal came to my office
looking for you.

He was so worried.

And I told him that you were okay.

But I couldn't tell him anything else.

And I probably shouldn't do this,

but he wrote you this note.

I'll give you just a minute.

[ Sighs ]

Your Honor, this photograph

is a violation of Civil Code 1708.8,

the anti-paparazzi statute.

Paparazzi?

My client's a world-renowned artist.

The statute prohibits trespass
onto private property

with the intent to capture an image

of someone engaged in personal activity.

We're requesting an injunction

preventing Mr. Lamont
from displaying the photo,

also a gag order preventing him
from publicly acknowledging

that the photo even exists.

On what grounds?

The mere rumor of this photo

could destroy Ashley's career.

There's something more important here

than a tween star's career,

and that is the first amendment...

freedom of artistic expression.

The first amendment
doesn't give you a right

to photograph a young woman

in the privacy of her hotel room.

There was no expectation of privacy.

Ashley Bradford
was standing at her window.

She knew that there were people below

who could look up and see her.

I'm afraid I have to agree.

Your Honor, my client is at risk

of suffering irreparable harm.

You have 24 hours, Mr. French.

Unless you can find
a compelling legal argument,

Mr. Lamont will be allowed

to do as he likes with his photo.

Hey. Can we talk?

As long as it's about business
and not Stacy, yeah, of course.

You got to work things out with her.

What did I just say?

You are a brilliant lawyer.
Negotiate a settlement.

Oh, ho-ho, no.
No, I couldn't bill enough.

You two are best friends.

No. We were.

You need each other.

You do.

Stacy is not herself without you.

Oh, so now you're an expert on Stacy?

Did you figure her all out last night

while she was sleeping over?

She needed a place to stay.

And not that it's any of your business,

she slept on the couch.

You know what? I... I do agree
with you on one thing.

Stacy isn't herself.

Because the Stacy I know
wouldn't throw away a friendship

on... an impulse.

You want to chalk this all up
to an impulse,

you're underselling all of us.

I'm just calling it like I see it.

Look, maybe you're still wounded.

Maybe you're in a rebound mode.

I don't know.

And I know I have no right
to voice an opinion about you,

but regarding Stacy...

She should know better.

[ Sighs ]
I tried.

Jane, I need you to come with me.

Okay. What's up?

See those serious-looking dudes
by the elevator?

Yeah?

They're here for you.

Hello. I'm Jane Bingum.

Ma'am, we need you to come with us.

Why?

Jane, what's going on?

I...

She's not at liberty to say.

Ms. Bingum, I had you brought here

because you need to convince your client

to sign the agreement.

I won't do it unless I can say
goodbye to my boyfriend.

That's not how this works.

Mr. Blaine, surely there's
something we can work out.

I mean...

You can imagine what it would be
like to leave someone you love.

Yes, and... and I'm
sympathetic, but I can't...

Ooh, actually, you can.

While these kinds of meetings
are unusual, there is precedent,

as long as the meetings happen
prior to the relocation.

[ Sighs ]

What do you suggest?

Um... my office. Tonight.

Around 10:00?
Most people are gone by then.

We'll be there.

[ Sighs ]

That's Jane's office, Marty.

- I'm over here.
- I know.

I just love the women's fashion
magazines in this office.

Hem lines are getting shorter
and shorter.

I can't wait till next summer.

Good to know. Let's go to my office.

You bet.

Good news.

Love contracts are actually legal.

I told you.

You got to love this country.

Everything is negotiable.

Made a copy for you to review.

Terrific.

Oh, and I have a couple more
stipulations.

Okay. Shoot.

First... Christy can't erase

any of the golf shows from my DVR.

And, at least once a week,

I get to go to
the Chinese buffet downtown.

Why?

They got this entree there
called ducks in bondage.

It's a terrific aphrodisiac.

You should take
your special friend there.

I highly recommend it.

Thanks for the tip. I'll think about it.

What do you mean you'll think about it?

What's the matter with you kids today?

If she's special,
you take her for the duck.

You won't regret it.

[ Knock on door ]

Hey, what a nice surprise.

I'm just gonna drop this off

'cause I don't want to bump into Jane.

No, no, she's gone all afternoon.

In that case...
[Chuckles]

Owen...

Why do you have a naked picture
of Ashley Bradford?

I'm trying to block the photographer

from releasing the photo.

It could get her fired from her job.

Why would she pose for a photo

like this in the first place?

- She didn't pose for it.
- Ha! Okay.

If I have learned anything
in my five years of modeling,

it is, never eat tuna salad
from a catering truck,

and always find your light.

That's why Ashley's head
is tilted like that.

It's her signature look.

Like... like from "Zoolander."

"Blue Steel"... his classic move.

More or less.

Less.

Wait a minute.

If Ashley was posing,

that means she knew someone
was taking her photo.

Why would she do that?

I have no idea.

But teen stars live their lives online.

They tweet and blog
about everything they do.

I can tell you what the entire
cast of "Pretty Little Liars"

had for breakfast.

Stacy, you are a wealth of information.

So let's eat.

Would you like the seaweed salad

or the veggie burger?

Hey.

Hey.

I'm having second thoughts
about the movie.

Okay.

Uh, we could go to dinner instead.

I read about this new Peruvian place.

I was thinking maybe
we kick it up a notch.

Go away for the weekend...
Santa Barbara.

I know a nice B&B right on the water.

Uh...
[Chuckles] going away together.

Well, if I'm moving too fast...

No. I'm... game if you are.

Great. I'll make reservations.

Okay.

[ Chuckling ]
Yeah.

You stole Mr. Middlen's wheelchair

- to enter a soapbox derby?!
- Yeah, sis.

And I won first place!

But he missed his dinner appointment.

I had the wheelchair back by 5:00.

His appointment was at 4:00!

By 5:00, Mr. Middlen has
his dentures in a glass,

and he's falling asleep
to "Law & Order."

Ugh, whatever. I'm gonna go
write in my journal,

and you know what that means.

Don't bug me!

All right, cut there. Nice work.

Moving on.

[ Bell rings ]

Mr. French.

What are you doing here?

Can we talk?

Sure.

Why did you pose for Theo Lamont?

I didn't pose.

He took that photo of me
through my hotel window.

Come on. This... this is not candid.

I checked your Twitter account.

You've been following Theo
and his girlfriend.

Yeah, I was interested in his art
until I found out he was a perv.

Cut the act.

You knew what you were doing.

The day before you checked
into the hotel,

Theo's girlfriend tweeted
they'd be shooting there.

You specifically asked for a room

facing the corner where he was set up.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I want off the show.

And I knew that if a photo
like that got out,

the network would dump me.

Let me guess.
You want to do edgier material?

No. I want to go to college.

I've been accepted to Princeton.

That's... that's impressive.

But I've looked at your contract.

Why don't you just have your dad

exercise the suspend and extend clause?

It lets you leave the show for school

without being penalized.

I asked my dad, and he said no.

He said I need to fulfill
my obligations.

But it's not like I want to quit
acting forever.

I just want to be like Natalie Portman.

She got to go Harvard,
and it didn't hurt her career.

Oh.

Well, maybe your dad
just doesn't understand

how important college is to you.

[ Scoffs ]

The minute I got famous,

my dad dropped his job
and became my manager.

And the only thing he has
managed to do thus far

is spend my money.

He just bought a brand-new house
in Beverly hills.

That must be a lot of pressure on you.

Yeah. I want out.

But I can't just go crazy and
wild like Amanda or Lindsay,

because I have a morals clause

and the network could sue me
for damages.

So you created a scandal
racy enough to get you fired

but didn't appear to be
an intentional violation

of the clause... that's really smart.

It's not smart enough.

I never thought that Theo Lamont
would turn around and extort us.

It's not like I can just pay him off

because my dad controls all
of my money since I'm under 18.

Mr. French, are you gonna tell my dad?

Owen.

I have an idea.

But you got to trust me. Okay?

Okay.

[ Knock on door ]

Hey. It's late. Why are you still here?

Finishing my client's love contract.

Love contract? [ Chuckles ]
Sounds kind of juicy.

Mm, not really.

My client wants a guarantee
that his fiancée

will cook him beef stroganoff
once a month

and allow him to wear
a jogging suit to the theater,

among other things.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Um, I'm sorry. I've gotta go.

Hey.

Ms. Bingum, I got your voicemail.

What's going on?

Turn around.

[ Gasps ]

I can't believe you're here.

Oh!

I was so worried.

Why don't we give them a little privacy?

I'll show you to my office.

You have 10 minutes.

Take as much time as you need.

I'll be outside, and everything...

[ Gunshot ]
[ Screams ]

[ Gunshots ]

Somebody help!

Jane? Jane!

Oh, my God.

[ Gasping ]

How's Becca?

Well, the bullet nicked a blood vessel,

but she's doing fine.

She'll be released
by the end of the day.

Thank God.

Ms. Bingum, we've arrested
Becca's boyfriend.

What? Why?

Well, he was the only outsider
with knowledge

that Becca was at your firm
when she got shot.

These are the initial findings
from my department.

Thank you.

Morning, boss.

You got a second?

Did you hear what happened last night?

Of course. Gunshot, woman down.
Yada yada.

Hey, can we talk about
the Jane-Stacy breakup?

I guess.

I don't know what it's like
being around Stacy,

but living with Jane
is a total buzz kill.

Well, get used to it.

Neither one is gonna be
the first to apologize.

That is why it is up to us
to broker a rapprochement,

as they say in certain parts of Canada.

- I don't see how.
- But I do.

Owen, what excites
these smart, lovely ladies?

[ Sighs ]
New shoes?

Cleanses?

Gluten-free muffins? That's a big one.

And...

romantic comedies.

They watch the same ones over and over.

My plan is a little
"Sleepless in Seattle,"

a touch of "Sex and the City"...
the first movie...

with a little "You've Got Mail"
thrown in for good measure.

I don't understand
the words you're saying,

but, please, continue.

I tell Jane

that Stacy wants to meet her tonight

at Fabulous Nails at 7:00

for a mani-pedi and an apology.

I tell Stacy that Jane
wants to apologize...

same time, same place.

And once they're soaking
their little piggies together,

all will be forgiven.

I don't think they're gonna fall

for such a simple manipulation.

You got a better plan, I'm all ears.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Beautiful.

[ Indistinct P.A. announcement ]

Jane?

Morning.

How's Neal? Is he okay?

Um... Becca, there's something
that you need to know.

Neal is in custody.

He's being charged with attempted murder

of a federal witness.

- You.
- What?

The feds believe that he's been
working with Tamlin all along.

They think that he arranged
to have someone

waiting across the street
from my office with a rifle.

No, this doesn't make any sense.

Neal and Tamlin only met once
at a company party.

They hardly spoke.

The feds believe that Neal had
me deliver that letter to you

in hopes of drawing you out of hiding.

Neal loves me.

I'm so sorry.

And if... if I put you
in danger in any way...

If there's anything I can do...

I am telling you,

Neal didn't do this.

And there is something
you can do for me.

Prove he's innocent.

I appreciate you
coming back to my office.

Well, we assume you're
purchasing the photograph.

Actually, no, but the A.D.A.
is interested in it.

Something about child pornography?

I'm told that the subject is under 18.

The photo may be suggestive,
but it's not pornographic.

Maybe you're right,

but the D.A.'S office
has decided to prosecute

if it's displayed in public.

Who knows what a jury will consider

to be child porn these days?

Mm.

In Arizona,

parents lost custody of their daughters

after asking a local Walmart
to develop photos

of their girls in the bath.

Heck, even if you beat the charges,

you'll still be known
for the rest of your life

as the alleged child pornographer.

This is an abuse
of prosecutorial discretion.

Actually, it's not.

He's chosen his words very carefully.

I'll get you the negatives
by the end of the day.

That'll work.

I had nothing to do
with Becca getting shot.

Then how did Edgar Tamlin

know she'd be at my office last night?

I don't know.

You are looking at life in prison, Neal.

Ms. Bingum, I would never hurt her.

The A.U.S.A. executed a search warrant.

Forensics went through
Tamlin's computer.

Turns out you owe Tamlin over $10,000.

They believe you paid him back
by passing along information

about Becca's whereabouts.

What?!

God, no!

Look, I can explain the money.

Okay.

I'm listening.

Two weeks ago,

Becca took me to a company party.

Mm-hmm.

Tamlin strikes up a conversation.

He asks me when I'm gonna make
an honest woman out of Becca.

I tell him not until I can afford to buy

the kind of ring she deserves.

Then he says he's got this
jeweler that can get me a deal.

And he offers to loan me
the money for the ring.

Becca's not wearing a ring.

It's at home in my nightstand.

I was gonna propose next week.

Please.

You have to believe me.

Hey.

That was quite a night
last night, right?

Yeah.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Thanks.

I know the feds were involved.

Can... can you tell me what's going on?

Yeah.

So...

my client's boyfriend, Neal,
is being charged with...

trying to kill her.

And now she wants me to represent him.

Did he do it?

Honestly, I don't know.

I don't know.

I cannot figure out if...

if Neal is a hopeless romantic
or a cold-blooded killer.

And normally, I get
a gut feeling about clients.

But... not with this one.

Maybe that's a good thing.

You need to ignore your emotions
and look at the facts.

That's what the A.U.S.A.
is doing right now.

You know what? You're right.

Thank you, Grayson.

The A.U.S.A. just delivered
a ton of discovery.

I put it in the conference room.

Thanks, Teri.

You're looking for a connection

between Neal and the shooter.

Actually, between Neal
and a guy named Edgar Tamlin,

who was my client's boss.

The A.U.S.A. can prove
that they met once,

but they're gonna need to prove

a stronger connection
to prevail in court.

Need some help?

Yes. That would be great.

Gone through all the boxes.

There's nothing connecting Neal
to Tamlin.

Keep looking.

Please?

I think your client's clean.

And sappy.

He even puts little hearts next
to Becca's name in his calendar.

That is sweet.

[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh, look at this.

I've reviewed all those receipts.

It's the receipt
for the engagement ring.

Neal borrowed the money from Tamlin,

and then he bought the ring
from Tamlin's friend.

It's the government's
main evidence against him.

Tamlin's jeweler friend...
is my client...

the guy who came in
for the love contract.

What?

Jane, I don't think

your client tipped off Tamlin.

Why is that?

'Cause mine did.

My client didn't come
to Harrison & Parker

for legal advice.

He came to gather intel on Becca Holt.

When did your client come in
for his first meeting?

Yesterday, around noon.

That was two hours after Becca

and I went to the authorities.

I just talked to I.T.

They isolated spyware
giving an outside party access

to every call and e-mail
in and out of the firm.

God! See? I e-mailed Neal
about the meeting with Becca.

That is how Tamlin found out.

When was the software installed?

11:55, yesterday morning.

Do we know how Marty and Tamlin
know each other?

Yeah, actually, they both did a stint

15 years ago at Lompoc.

Ever since,
they've been thick as thieves.

You need to notify the A.U.S.A.
immediately.

And... use your cellphone.

Yeah.
[ Sighs ]

Jane?

I'm glad you're okay.

We got your call.

Tell us you got good news.

Ashley, I need to speak
with your father alone.

Okay. Um, I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

I'm afraid that I can't find a legal way

to stop Theo from exhibiting the photo.

Fine.

Then I'll pay the bastard his
100 grand and be done with it.

Too late. That offer's off the table.

Come on!

There's got to be something you can do.

Actually, there's something
that you can do.

Exercise Ashley's suspend
and extend clause.

Send her to college.

No way.

I mean, she... you know,
she... she wouldn't want that.

[ Sighs ]
I see.

Look, if Ashley is not
technically employed

when that photo goes out,
the network can't fire her.

In fact, with the suspend
and extend clause,

she'll go right back to working
after she gets her degree.

I got to think about it.

No time.

And once that photo goes out,
this option goes away.

Okay. Fine.

If that's the only option.

Nicole, could you send Ashley
back in, please?

Thank you.

What's up?

Ashley, your father
needs to tell you something.

Ash, I think the best thing
for you right now

is to go to college.

You start Princeton this fall.

What about the show?

Four years, we'll relaunch your career.

Just like Natalie Portman.

Okay.

Yeah, dad, if that's what you want.

It's the only way.

Mr. French.

Thank you.

As I understand it,
the charges against Neal Sherwin

have been dropped,

and Marty Frumm has been charged
in connection

with the attempted murder of Becca Holt.

That's correct, Your Honor.

In which case,
I'd like to turn our attention

to Becca's Witness Protection agreement.

Our plan is to keep miss Holt
in a safe house until the trial

and then arrange a permanent relocation.

Is everyone prepared
to sign the agreement?

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Becca's participation as a witness

is predicated on a meeting with Neal.

And the last one was interrupted.

Your Honor, I have reviewed

the Witness Protection regulations,

and it turns out that spouses
are protected as well.

Yeah, but miss Holt isn't married.

Not yet.

Neal.

Would you give up everything
in your life to be with Becca?

You know I would.

Found this in your desk drawer,
where you said.

Becca...

will you marry me?

Of course I will!

Your Honor, would you please officiate?

Absolutely.

[ Knock on door ]

How did you know he would propose?

When it's true love, you just...

...you just know.

Yeah. I think you're right.

[ Both chuckle ]

Grayson!

Hey!

Hey!

- Hey!
- Mwah!

So, we should hit the road

if we're gonna make it
to Santa Barbara by sundown.

Santa Barbara?

A romantic weekend getaway.

Wow.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, that sounds great. Yeah, enjoy.

Have a nice weekend, Jane.

You too.

[ Sighs ]

Hey.

Bad news.

I'm at Fabulous Nails,

and no sign of Jane or Stacy.

Well, I know Stacy got my text.

Yeah, and Jane got mine.

- Well, thanks for trying, Paul.
- Hey, just for the record,

the romantic comedy is dead to me.

[ Dial tone ]

Weird kid.

Well, look who's getting a mani-pedi.

My nails are a wreck.

Uh-huh.

Uh, you're going with that color?

Yes. Because I don't have a best friend

to tell me that neons

are for little girls.

Well, you'll look like a 6-year-old

at a princess party.

[ Both laugh ]

Don't. Don't laugh. I'm mad.

Mm.

By the way,

can you believe the guys
tried to get us to make up

at Fabulous Nails?

I know!

That was, like,
two mani-pedi places ago.

Mm-hmm.

Jane, I never meant for
anything to happen with Owen.

Yeah. Listen, Stace...

you were right about one thing.

I never would have kissed
Grayson at my wedding

if I didn't want to be with him.

I love him.

And I will always love him.

Oh, sweetie.

I just saw him leave
for a romantic weekend

with Nicole.

And I swear...
[Chuckles]

I wouldn't wish this feeling
on my worst enemy,

let alone my best friend.

So...

if you and Owen have something real,

then... then I need to try...
and be open to it.

That means everything.

Well, when we're done,

you want to go home and watch trashy TV?

Mm, that would be great.

[ Both laugh ]

But...

[ Sighs ]

Owen's taking me to that
new restaurant on Third.

Well, have fun.

We can watch trash another time.

I'm just glad you two made up.

Though I am still waiting for my...

"thank you, Paul,
for your awesome plan."

You sent us to the wrong place.

That was part of my plan.

Okay, it wasn't.

But it worked.

Yeah.

How come you, uh, still seem so down?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Okay.

I mean, Owen's dating Stacy,

and Grayson's dating Nicole.

I mean, even my client,
who is in federal custody,

got married. You know?

And I'm... alone.

Uh...
[Clears throat]

Yes, technically, you are here with me.

[ Chuckles ]

Actually, I gotta go.

I joined a hockey league.

Great workout.

Wait. You skate?

It's air hockey.

I can cancel if you want.

Though it's my turn
to bring the quarters.

No. Go. Believe me, you've far exceeded

my guardian angel expectations
for the day.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Stacy.

Hey!

Hi.

I thought you...
were on a date with Owen,

you know, at that new restaurant.

Well, we can go there anytime we want

as long as we make a reservation
a month in advance.

And tonight I'd rather watch TV
and... eat popcorn,

if that's okay with you.

Yeah, that's... that's okay with me.

♪ Through it all

♪ I've been a blind man

♪ fumbling through the dark
[ Clears throat ]

♪ And through it all,
I've been a runaway ♪

♪ been a soul with a broken heart ♪

♪ through it all

♪ you were the one thing
that believed in who I am ♪

♪ through it all

♪ you never left me

♪ and I'll never understand
how you love me ♪

♪ through the highs, the lows

♪ the fights, the blows

♪ how you loved me through
the highs, the lows ♪

♪ the fights, the blows

♪ the hurt, the pain

♪ and every tear that falls like rain ♪

♪ my heart still beats

♪ in fire and heat

♪ the rise, the fall

♪ somehow you love me through it all ♪