Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 6, Episode 10 - No Return - 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.

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!

Now, I sure hope I was right.

♪ La, la, la, la-la-la-la ♪

Previously on "Drop Dead Diva"...

Oh, look, Owen and Grayson are here.

Grayson! Grayson!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Where am I?

Grayson, you're in the hospital.

Do you remember what happened?

My boyfriend is gonna propose,

and I'm not supposed to know about it...

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Grayson. What's happening?
- The bullet fragment embolized



and blocked the pulmonary artery.

He's in V-fib.

All right. Put the pads on now.

Roll him towards me.

Charging the 360.

- All clear?
- Clear.

Shock.

- Asystole.
- Check for pulse.

Negative.

No pulse.

I'm calling it.

Time of death... 5:17 PM.

Sweetie, have you packed yet?

I'm not going to London with you, Stacy.

I just... can't do it.

You haven't left the house for seven days

since Grayson's funeral.

I'm going back to bed.

No, Jane. Listen.

Right now, I know what's best for you.

Stacy, you should be with
Owen, planning your wedding.

Taking you out of town was Owen's idea.

He's worried about you, too.

You're not gonna give up, are you?

It's something I learned
from my best friend.

Okay. Fine.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I need to talk to you about Grayson.

What is there to say?

Owen, he was a dear friend to me,

but we can't let his
death take down the firm.

Kim.

He was next in line for partner, and now...

he's gone.

And for all practical
purposes, Jane is, too.

We need to make a new hire.

Oh, my God. Do you hear what you're saying?

I do.

And now I need you to
hear me. We're partners.

And if we can't fill the
void, the firm is in trouble,

and you know that.

We have to clean out his
office and find a replacement.

You know I'm right.

Kim, there's a man with
a puppet in your office.

Yeah, I know. It's my 10:00.

I got to go.

So nice to meet you.

Hey, what about me? Don't talk to him.

He's just my hired hand.

Micky, please. I am so sorry.

Micky didn't get enough sleep last night.

Okay. Uh, on the phone, you mentioned

that you were having some sort
of problem with KB Airlines?

Micky and I perform all over the country.

I no longer "bag check" Micky

because, well, 10 years ago, they lost him.

Oh, I wasn't lost. I was in hell!

Or maybe it was Detroit.

Uh, I always get those two mixed up.

I never want to hear the words
"Let me check your bag" again

unless it's followed by
"Turn your head and cough."

It took two days to get Micky back.

And ever since then, it
is in my venue contract

that Micky gets his own
ticket and his own seat.

It's the least those cheap bastards can do.

Well, 10 years ago, when all this happened,

I enrolled Micky under KB
Airlines' frequent flyer program

under the name Micky Woodhead.

And they always gave him his points

as long as I kept buying him a seat.

Okay. Show her the letter.

Yeah, yeah. So, only yesterday,

we get this letter from
the Airlines telling us

that we're in violation

of KB Airlines' frequent flyer program.

They've cancelled both of your accounts.

That's over 2 million miles.

Look, the thing is,

Micky and I finally
started using those miles

to travel the world.

Help us, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You're our only hope.

It sounds like the airline is
gonna argue that your creation

of an account for...
Micky constitutes fraud.

So why don't I set up a
meeting with KB Airlines

and we'll see about getting
both of your accounts back?

Then maybe you and me can
have dinner somewhere romantic?

Yeah.

You're cute, but I don't
date clients or... props.

Jane. Uh, w-what are you doing here?

You're supposed to be on your
way to the airport with Stacy.

I left my passport in my desk.

How are you holding up?

I-I'm... fine.

Do you need to talk?

- I'm not ready.
- Sure.

What? What the hell are you doing?

Uh, Owen asked me to
clean out Grayson's office.

I didn't know you were gonna be here.

This is not okay.

I will go through Grayson's
things. No one else.

And it can wait until
I get back from my trip.

I'm sorry. I-I thought
this would be easier.

Excuse me. I'm Penny Hobbs.

I'm looking for Grayson Kent.

He's representing me in my defamation case.

Is everything okay?

Grayson was... killed last week.

Oh, God.

We'll contact the court
and get a continuance.

Of course. I'm so sorry.

You know what, Penny? We
don't need a continuance.

I'll represent you.

I'm... I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm Jane Bingum. I'm a partner here.

And I... was Grayson's girlfriend.

Penny, would you mind waiting in reception

and give us just one minute?

Of course.

Paul!

I thought I told you
to call the court clerks

and notify them about Grayson
so they could notify his clients.

I called the first clerk.

But I couldn't get the words out.

- I was too emotional.
- Excuse me.

Paul, can you put the box in my office?

And I'm gonna go speak to my client.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

You are in no condition to work.

Grayson told me all about this case.

It was important to him,
so it's important to me.

I'm up to speed.

- You're up to speed?
- Yes.

A few months ago, Penny's
younger brother was killed

when his car was broadsided
by Tom Jessup, a drunk driver.

Now, thanks to Tom's high-priced attorney,

he was acquitted and never
spent a single day in prison.

Now he is suing Penny for
$3 million for defamation.

The drunk driver is
suing the victim's sister?

Yes. Penny was upset that Tom
literally got away with murder,

and she decided she had to do something.

Penny's a computer programmer,

so she hacked into Tom's employer's website

and posted the word
"Murderer" next to Tom's name

in the employee directory.

Now he's suing her.

Listen, Owen... I need to
represent her for Grayson.

There's nothing you can
say that can stop me.

Hey.

I've been waiting in the
cab for 20 minutes for Jane.

- Where is she?
- Meeting with a client.

No, no, no. We're going to London.

I'm sorry. She's helping
one of Grayson's clients.

It's the first time

she's looked interested
in anything since he died.

Oh. Well, then it's a good thing,

although I was looking forward

to seeing the real Downton Abbey.

Excuse me.

- Owen.
- Hey. Oh! Hey.

Are you seriously eating a doughnut?

I'm stressed out.

Is that doughnut helping?

I think it might be, yeah.

Owen, we had a deal. You
give up empty calories,

I give up buying matching
outfits for the twins.

I'm a weak man, Stacy.

I want you to be healthy for the babies.

I'll go to the gym tonight. Hmm?

Ever since you read that
story on shower fungus,

you've been terrified of the gym.

You could lose a foot.

- Thank you.
- Thanks for caring.

Now that your paperwork is processed,

you'll be evaluated to
determine the next step.

I'm sorry, but what's going on?

- You died.
- No, I didn't.

I mean, I was shot, but
the bullet didn't kill me.

The bullet shifted and
entered your bloodstream.

It wasn't the doctor's fault

in case you're hoping
your relatives can sue.

This can't be happening.

Your supervisor will explain everything.

Anyone here?

I'm sorry.

I bent down to tie my shoe and
realized I was wearing loafers!

- Oh, my God, you're Grayson.
- Do I know you?

N-no. No. Why... why would you... know me?

Um, nice to meet you. I'm Fred.

Grayson, I am so sorry you're here.

You seem familiar. Have we met?

N-no.

I mean, even if I had been

somebody's guardian angel on earth

and we had just happened to
have met during that time,

your memory would have been
completely wiped clean of me.

Just saying.

Look.

I-I think there's been
some sort of mistake here.

I mean, I'm healthy.

We don't make mistakes.

Wow. I'm reviewing your life,

and I am delighted to see

that you were planning
on proposing to Jane.

She's an amazing human.

- You know Jane?
- No. No.

It just... I'm reading the file,

which also says you were
friends with a, uh, S-S-Stacy?

H-how is... how is she?

- Good. She's getting married.
- What?!

I'm guessing you don't know Stacy, either?

No. How could I possibly know her?

- I'm just an intake supervisor.
- Hmm.

Uh, anyway.

Uh, if you're ready, I am happy
to show you to your afterlife.

Oh, no. I'm not going to the afterlife.

I'm not done with this life.

Uh. Yes. We uh...

we hit this a lot.
Especially from young lawyers.

No offense, but attorneys

tend to think awfully high of themselves.

Uh, there is a lounge down the hall.

They serve coffee and blueberry muffins.

Take all the time you need.

And when you are ready to move on,

you just come on back and see me.

My client, Penny Hobbs,

hacked into Tom Jessup's
corporate directory

and inserted the word
"Murderer" next to his name.

We don't dispute that.

But truth is a complete
defense for defamation.

And the fact that the jury

found that Tom was not
guilty of vehicular homicide

is not the same thing

as the jury saying that Tom was innocent.

His lawyer played the system.
Don't let him play you.

Objection.

Watch yourself, Miss Bingum.

Of course.

That man convinced a judge to
throw out a breathalyzer report

based on a claimed calibration error.

But, see, that report showed

that Tom's blood alcohol content was .18,

well over the legal limit.

And Tom got away with murder.

My client didn't defame Tom.

She exposed the truth

even when our justice system
failed to recognize it.

I'm asking you to do the right thing here.

Find in favor of my client,

a woman who... is grieving for her brother.

Since your airline has been
accepting my client's money

for over a decade without objection,

you're legally estopped from claiming

that Mr. Gerlin committed any sort of fraud

by enrolling Micky in the program.

That's right, lady. You be estopped.

Not sure what that means, but I like it.

It sounds dirty.

We're not revoking Mr.
Gerlin's miles due to fraud

or even because Micky's not a human being,

but rather for violating
our conduct policy.

- I'm confused.
- Yeah, and I'm bored.

Why don't you two ladies settle
this the old-fashioned way,

a Jell-O wrestling?

- Shh!
- Okay, fine.

We can make it pudding.

Mr. Gerlin and Micky are offensive

and they've harassed passengers.

It's all documented by
our flight attendants

in this incident report.

There's over 20 complaints here.

Micky and I have fun with other passengers,

but we never meant to offend anyone.

This report was prepared
by airline employees

and not actual passengers, correct?

Yes, that's right.

Good. We'll see you in court.

I was just thinking about you.

Really? Because I was
just thinking about you.

- I brought you a gift.
- Oh.

It's a fit clip.

- A fit clip?
- Mm-hmm.

It measures your fitness...
every step, every calorie...

and then it sends it to my phone.

How the heck does it do that?

Computer magic or tiny fitness robots.

I don't know. So, whenever
you're feeling lazy,

just remember... mama is watching.

This is ridiculous.

How about this?

Every time you hit the 4-mile mark,

- we'll do that thing you like.
- What thing?

Long live the fit clip.

How was court?

Well, the jury was sympathetic.

But without the breathalyzer,
I need some physical evidence

that at least suggests Tom was drunk.

So...

Oh, God.

What is it?

It's, uh, a wedding announcement

from the Newport Cove Hotel.

Grayson knew that I wanted
to get married there.

So he must have cut this
out of the paper, I-I guess,

and it got mixed up with the files.

I'm sorry.

You know that Princess Julia
of Andora got married there?

And Grayson and I were watching
the footage of the reception,

which was leaked to TMZ,

and I said, "What a
perfect spot for a wedding."

Excuse me.

This is Jane.

Oh, my God.

Okay. I-I'll be right there.

- Don't talk to anyone.
- What happened?

My client was arrested
for criminal hacking.

She's in jail.

Your honor, KB Airlines has no
basis to void my client's miles.

Our passengers were offended,

as documented in the incident report.

That incident report was
filled out by flight attendants.

We can provide live testimony
from actual passengers.

Great. Let's get to it.

Ms. Nagahara, did my
client say anything to you?

Yes. I told Greg that I'm from Hawaii,

and Micky asked if he could "lei" me.

Were you offended?

No! It was hilarious.

I approached Greg and told him
I'd seen his show five times.

And Micky asked if they could
project the in-flight movie

off my head?

- And were you insulted?
- Oh, no. Not at all.

I got a chance to talk to Micky.

Micky asked if he could sit on
my lap so I could feel his wood.

Were you offended at his
overt sexual harassment?

Oh, hell no.

I wish my husband treated me that way.

Nothing further.

Are you seriously charging my
client with criminal hacking?

Miss Bingum, Penny breached the firewall

of a fortune 500 company

and she admitted her crime in open court...

or, I should say, you did that for her.

What are you talking about?

You told the jury

that Penny hacked into
Tom's corporate directory.

I'm asking for the maximum
sentence, three years in prison.

Oh, come on. Penny's
grieving for her dead brother.

She still violated the law.

Are you at least open to making a deal?

I'll make some calls. I'll get back to you.

Mr. Gerlin, do you make fun of people?

We have fun with people.
There is a difference.

And did any of the passengers
on any of your flights

complain to you about your comments?

No.

Actually, there was some complaints

about Greg's flatulence when
we were flying over Ohio.

His voice isn't the
only thing he can throw.

Speaking of which, your honor,
when you fart under that robe,

do you float up to the
ceiling like a hot air balloon?

All right. I've heard enough.

As a society, we sometimes
take ourselves too seriously.

Greg's act is harmless, which
is why I'm ordering the airline

to restore both of his accounts

with the full balance of his miles.

Miss Kaswell, you might want
to share this with your client.

It's a copy of the airline's
new carry-on policy.

No puppets over 24 inches
permitted in the cabin?

You've got to be kidding me.

There's no rational basis for this rule.

The 1978 Airline Deregulation
act gives us broad discretion

to promulgate any rule we want

so long as air safety's not compromised.

Could we bring it up to the judge?

You could, but the airline's
immune from state oversight.

If Greg wants Micky to fly on our airline,

it gets checked with the luggage.

You admitted in open court that
your client committed hacking?

I was so focused on the civil case,

I didn't even consider
potential criminal implications.

I'm sorry.

I was upset and I wanted
to do Grayson proud,

and now I've just messed everything up.

Excuse me. Um, the ADA's office called.

They're offering a deal for Penny.

One year in prison in
exchange for pleading guilty.

Thank you.

I think you should encourage
your client to take the plea.

I-I will.

If you want me to take over
the civil case, I can step in.

Yeah. I think that's a good idea.

I don't know what I was trying
to prove by taking this case.

I just thought... if I could somehow win,

it would make Grayson... happy.

But he's gone.

Come here.

They're offering one year in prison,

in exchange for pleading
guilty to criminal hacking.

It is just so wrong that I
am in jail and Tom is free.

How can that happen?

I'm so sorry, Penny.

I never should have admitted
that you hacked the site.

I never tried to hide what I did.

Regardless... I didn't help you yesterday,

which is why I am gonna step
away from representing you

- in your defamation case.
- No! Jane...

My managing partner is gonna step in.

You'll be in excellent hands.

Nobody understands what I am
going through better than you.

Losing Grayson has... impacted my ability

to be effective counsel.

I'm so sorry, Penny. I really am.

Kim! It's all over the news.

What's all over the news?

Your client, Greg Gerlin,
was arrested at LAX

for violating the Americans
with Disabilities act.

He boarded a plane with Micky
wearing a "Service Dummy" vest.

What an idiot.

Yeah, he claims that Micky
is his seeing-eye dummy

and insisted that they
both be let on to the plane.

Well, now I have two dummies for clients.

I got to go.

Are you crazy? Pretending to be handicapped

just so you could bring
your puppet on the plane?

Interesting. For once,
you don't have a retort.

Is everything just one big joke to you?

Look. I-I'm
s-s-s-sorry.

I can't... talk...
with-out... M-M-Mic-ky.

Are you serious?

Here you go.

Oh, thank God you finally got here.

That evidence room was like Oz!

I mean, a sawed-off shotgun named Bubba

tried to make me his wife.

Okay. What's going on?

Look. I've...

i've had this stutter since I was a kid.

I-I went to a speech pathologist,

and... and he used puppets
in his therapy, and it worked.

I found that as long as I
was working with a puppet,

my impediment went away.

How do you like that?

Of the two of us, I'm the normal one.

The condition is called selective mutism.

So, you never weaned
yourself off the puppet?

Uh, excuse me.

We prefer to be called mannequin Americans.

Uh, no, I never did.

I... actually, I made a career out of it.

And the great thing is, me and
Micky never have to be apart.

Call the police. I'm not
a willing participant.

This is good.

I can get the criminal charges dropped

because you actually have a disability,

which means the airline can't keep you

from bringing Micky on board.

I'll file a petition with the court

and we'll get Micky
recognized as a fluency device.

- That is not gonna happen.
- Why?

I don't want to be known as
the stuttering ventriloquist.

Greg, I can get this case dropped.

There has to be another way.

I...

could try to argue selective prosecution.

Uh, explain that so that a dummy

or a member of congress
could understand it.

Look, you are a ventriloquist.
Micky is your puppet.

Mannequin American!

He's the tool of your trade.

I need to find out if the airline

is allowing other professionals

to bring the tools of their trade on board

even if those tools violate airline policy.

I'll have the judge order discovery

and we'll go from there.

Owen is rocking his cardio.

According to his fit clip account,

he just burned 412
calories in the past hour.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
the purpose of that app

is not for you to spy on him.

Ah! His calorie-burn
meter just spiked again.

He is a maniac!

Why is he working so hard?

Oh, well, because... I
told him that I would...

Would you do that?

I would.

Aw. Grayson would be happy you're laughing.

Yeah, I know.

What's all this stuff?

Uh, Grayson's things from the office.

Look.

A legal beagles basketball trophy?

Yeah.

Oh, the Newport Cove Hotel.

Isn't that where Princess
Julia got married?

I think that Grayson was
considering this hotel

for our wedding.

The clipping must have
gotten mixed up in case files.

Well, the Newport Cove
Hotel is the perfect venue.

- Yeah.
- But not at this time of year.

Why? What do you mean?

This couple got married in January.

Brr! I have been there,

and the breeze comes right off the ocean.

Look at the poor bride.
She didn't wear a bra.

- Oh.
- I know.

It is so tacky.

That's why God invented nipple covers.

Wait a minute, Stacy.

The day of the wedding was January 15th.

That's the same night my
client's brother was killed.

That's a weird coincidence.

I don't think that it is.

Grayson, ready to move on?

No. First, I have some questions.

You seem to know a lot
about Stacy, Deb, Jane, me.

I'm very intuitive.

I knew we put Chaz Bono in the
wrong body before anybody else.

Cut the act, Fred.

Jane told me she was up here and
she pressed a "Return" button.

You know more than you're letting on.

Okay. Look.

Um, the truth is when Deb went
back to earth in Jane's body,

I was her guardian
angel for a little while.

It was a job imposed on
me, because I screwed up

and let her press the Return button.

I'd like to see that button.

I'm sorry.

Just recently, they removed
all of the "Return" buttons

from the computer keyboards.

Do you realize how hard it is to type

without a "Return" button?

Oh, God. I need to get back to earth.

I need to get back to Jane.

I'm sorry, Grayson.

I wish I could help you,
but... you have to move on.

The date on the
announcement is January 15th.

That's the same night Tom
killed Penny's brother.

Grayson put this clipping
in the file on purpose.

I've been doing a little research.

Turns out the bride is Tom's first cousin.

And get this.

She was getting married
to Gunner Callaghan,

the police commissioner's son.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's huge.

I know. See, I thought
Tom got away with murder

because his attorney
messed with the evidence.

But it turns out the
police were protecting Tom

and protecting indirectly
Police Commissioner Callaghan,

who was responsible
for throwing the wedding

where Tom got drunk.

How is it that we're just
hearing about this wedding now?

Because Tom said that he
was with his girlfriend

having dinner before the crash.

He never mentioned a wedding.

And the police didn't do any digging,

because they were covering for him.

If you go public, you
are gonna be going against

some very powerful people.

Do you think that scares me?

No, of course not.

You need to find a
witness that will confirm

that Tom was at the wedding,
lied about his alibi.

And given that the wedding

was for the police commissioner's son,

I doubt any of the
guests are going to talk.

I don't intend to speak with the guests.

In 2008, the airline allowed a cowboy

to travel with a miniature horse

even though the airline
had a "No horse" policy.

Does that count as a tool of the trade?

- Sure does. Nice work.
- How's it going?

We just found a cowboy who
travels with a tiny horse.

- Anything else?
- Yeah, a scientist

who travels with an ice
chest of human brains

despite the airline's policy

against traveling with human tissue.

That's good. A couple of years ago,

I was in first class sitting
next to Master Tomahiro.

He's a world-class Sushi chef.

The airline let him travel with his knives.

All right. We got a tiny horse,
human brains, and sharp knives.

Let's go see the judge.

Given that other professionals
have been permitted

to bring their tools of the
trade on to their airplanes,

we contend that KB Airlines' refusal

to let Micky board with Greg

constitutes selective prosecution.

Hey, by the way,

what exactly is a miniature horse,

- and can I ride one?
- Zip it, Micky.

Your honor, Miss Kaswell suggests

that Mr. Gerlin was singled
out as part of some vendetta.

- That's right.
- A few minutes

before Greg and Micky boarded the plane,

Greg tweeted a photo

with the caption "Meet
my seeing eye dummy."

A flight attendant saw the tweet

and reported the ADA
violation to the authorities.

Even so, this is no more egregious

than what Miss Kaswell presented...

the horse, the brains, the Sushi knives.

Those exceptions were all permitted

because those flyers asked
for permission in advance.

However, Greg not only
failed to ask permission,

he flaunted his violation on Twitter.

I told you we should have used Snapchat.

I've heard enough.

I agree with Miss Burke.

You should have asked permission.

Charges against Mr. Gerlin
will remain in place.

What the...?

Hey! What? Stacy. Hey, what's going on?

Well, according to the fit clip,

you're running right now, uphill and fast.

Oh, that... that must be a glitch.

- Where is it?
- Where is what?

Do you really want to upset me?

- I am carrying your babies!
- No.

- Whew!
- Oh, God.

Whew!

Nothing like a 10k to start the afternoon.

You gave the fit clip to Paul?!

I have been monitoring Paul?

I-I felt bad for the fit clip.

I-I thought it needed some exercise.

You're never getting the thing again.

- No! -
Mnh-mnh.

- No, no.
- No.

What's that thing?

Would I like the thing?

Maybe I could give you that thing.

Sometimes I think it'd be easier

if you could give me that
thing, but sadly, you can't.

I hear it's your dream

to be married at the Newport Cove Hotel.

As general manager,

I'm delighted to help
in any way that I can.

That's not why we're meeting today.

Excuse me?

We're here to discuss a lawsuit.

I represent Penny Hobbs,
whose brother was killed

by a guest of the Callaghan
wedding on January 15th.

I-I'm sorry.

Y-you should be meeting
with our lawyers and not me.

Why don't you just hear me out?

Your hotel served alcohol to Tom Jessup,

making you liable for my
client's brother's death

under California host laws.

I need you to produce an
employee who worked that night

to testify that Tom was inebriated.

Otherwise, Gosh, I don't know,
we'll have to file a claim

for millions of dollars and
then, well, I don't know.

I guess we'll just see
what a jury has to say.

The Callaghan wedding was
attended by a-an ocean of cops.

And I won't force my employees
to speak up against the police.

Well, in that case, I'd like

all your hotel security
footage from the wedding,

and that includes inside the banquet hall

and the parking area.

We have never shared our security footage.

Oh, now, come on. That's not even true.

When Princess Julia got married,

someone from your hotel leaked
that reception footage to TMZ...

'cause I totally saw it... for,
I'm guessing, at least $5,000.

My deal is much better.

Leak the footage to me or I'll sue.

It's up to you.

Great. You're back.

Yeah. I got a message you wanted to see me.

I'm not moving on. Not
now, not tomorrow... never.

- Grayson...
- I'm not giving up on Jane.

Glad to hear it. Neither am I.

What are you talking about?

I wasn't always the best
guardian angel to Jane.

Uh, I fell in love with Stacy.

I goofed around a lot,

especially with Teri in the office.

Truth be told, I sometimes put
my own needs in front of Jane's

and that was wrong.

I'm sure she forgives you.

I'm also the one who told Jane

that you'd think she was
crazy if she claimed to be Deb

and that if she ever hoped to get you back,

you'd have to fall in
love with her as Jane.

And I did. I love her, Fred.

I know.

That's why I'm not letting you move on.

I-I-I thought
you said

there weren't any more "Return" buttons.

I found this in storage.
It was the last one.

It's still got the button.

I'll probably get demoted for this.

Or worse.

But... I owe Jane... a lot.

Now, keep in mind, this
button is a one-time deal.

They're gonna confiscate this keyboard

as soon as they found out what I've done.

Thank you.

So, how does it work?

Just, uh... press that button.

Oh, and... and, Grayson...
uh, give her a hug for me.

Well, congratulations, Mr. Social
Media. Thanks to your little tweet,

you'll probably be spending six
months in prison without Micky.

Ooh. While Greg's in the big house,

how about you and me play house?

Just us and the miniature horse.

In your dreams, puppet.

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, bad news.

Greg, the airline's going to kill you.

What?

I was putting away the airline discovery,

and I found this document
called "The Hit List."

Oh, a hit list.

Now maybe Ryan Seacrest
will pay attention to us.

Hey. How do you get him to talk?

5,000 names and yours is number one.

Wait. Why would the
airline want to kill me?

That doesn't make any sense.

This isn't a hit list
in the traditional sense.

And, Greg, I don't think
your life is in danger.

But I do think your
trouble with the airline

is about to fly away.

Hey, sweetie. How was your meeting?

Well, I threatened the hotel

and now we'll see if
they're really scared of me.

Ah, did you give them the
old Jane Bingum staredown?

No, I get them the Deb Dobkins hair flip.

Trust me, they're scared.

What's going on?

I thought you went cold
turkey on the baby clothes.

No. That deal's over because
Owen couldn't keep his promise.

He's not wearing the fit clip?

Worse. He gave it to Paul.

How can I trust someone
who commits fit clip fraud?

Stacy, who cares?

Owen's just not a big fitness guy.

I understand. And maybe I pushed too hard.

But he lied to me.

So now I intend to buy
enough matching baby clothes

to dress our kids through puberty.

Stace, let it go.

I can't let it go. He tricked me.

Yeah. And who knows how much time

the two of you have left together?

So if you want to spend it
arguing, I say, yeah, argue.

And it's really healthy
for your babies, too.

- What?
- Your fiancé is alive.

You're gonna have a dream
wedding and a perfect life.

Isn't there anything better that you can do

than argue over a freakin' fit clip?

Ms. Burke, the airline doesn't make money

when people redeem their rewards
points on flights, correct?

We don't profit from award travelers,

but we treat them the
same as paying passengers.

Can you please tell us
what a "Dead Duck" is?

That's outside the scope
of permitted questions.

Miss Kaswell, care to explain
the basis of this question?

With pleasure.

I'd like to introduce into evidence

an internal KB Airlines
memo entitled "Hit List."

It contains the names of 5,000 members

of KB's frequent flyer program.

Next to my client's name,
as well as several others,

are the words "Dead Duck."

Miss Burke, if you refuse to answer,

I will hold you in contempt.

Dead Ducks... are frequent flyers

who have banked over a million miles

yet no longer purchase new tickets.

And tell us about the Hit List.

The hit list memo emphasizes the need

to discourage these Dead Ducks

from continuing to book
award flights on KB Airlines

as they are costing the Airlines millions.

Your honor, we contend that
by targeting the Dead Ducks,

the airline is engaging in...

Selective prosecution.

- Damn right.
- Agreed.

I am dismissing all
charges against Mr. Gerlin.

And I'm also handing over
this list to the AUSA's office.

I'm sure they're gonna have
a field day with this one.

Oh, and unless you want sanctions,

allow Mr. Gerlin and Micky
back on board immediately.

- Yes!
- Thank you.

Your honor, this is the
security camera footage

produced by Newport Cove Hotel

from the night of the Callaghan wedding.

Now, Tom Jessup claimed

that he was out to dinner
with his girlfriend.

But here is Tom at the hotel bar.

Will your honor look at the time stamp?

10:16 PM.

And here is Tom getting
into his car at 10:34 PM.

My client's brother's car was
struck by Tom 13 minutes later.

Clearly, Tom was impaired when
this horrible crash occurred.

You were the prosecutor
in a criminal trial.

How did you not subpoena that footage?

Uh, because ADA Lowry

was a guest at the same
wedding Tom attended.

In fact, here is a still
photograph taken at the wedding

of ADA Lowry doing a shot

with his good buddy Commissioner Callaghan.

The prosecution of Tom Jessup

was a joke from the very beginning.

ADA Lowry, along with
Callaghan's police cronies,

never had any intention of convicting Tom.

Mr. Lowry, this is disturbing.

Your honor, we're asking

that you order a new
criminal trial of Tom Jessup.

Under double jeopardy, your honor,

the defendant cannot be
retried for the same crime.

Trial was fixed!

Which means that jeopardy never attached.

I agree.

The district attorney's office

would still need to prosecute

and your honor cannot force us to do that.

Unfortunately, the ADA is correct.

Well, maybe so.

But it is within your discretion
to appoint a special prosecutor,

especially since the entire DA's office

may be under corrupt influence.

Would you consider appointing one?

Hi, Tom.

I'm so sorry to interrupt your evening,

but Tom has a date with me tonight.

Are you crazy?

Do you know who you're messing with?

Um, well, let's see.

Your first question... Am I crazy? No.

I don't think so.

No, and your second question...
oh, Do I know who you are?

Well, yeah. You're a murderer.

Oh, God.

Now let me ask a question.
Do you know who I am?

You give up?

I'm the newly appointed special prosecutor.

Officers, please arrest Tom Jessup

on the charges of vehicular homicide,

obstruction of justice,
and criminal conspiracy.

Hey!

Hey. Seven more minutes on this thing.

Owen, I know you hate this machine.

Hate... is a strong
word. But in this case...

I love you so much

for sweating on this machine
just to make me happy.

And I want you to be healthy

so we can live a long life together.

But I never want to put you in a position

where you have to lie to me.

No, I shouldn't have
given the fit clip to Paul.

I'm sorry. That was just wrong.

I happen to know another way
to get your heart rate up.

O-oh.

Does it, uh... involve
that thing that I like?

It does...

if you do that thing that I like.

Ooh.

Just so we're clear, that thing you like,

I like doing it to you.

So how about... I take the
rest of the afternoon off

and we go back to your place?

Or we could just lock the door.

I'm all sweaty.

Pretty soon, I will be, too.

Oh, my God, I love you.

Mm!

I got to get the door.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't how to thank you, Jane.

You got me out of jail and
you got justice for my brother.

Well, Tom is going away
for a very long time.

And the police commissioner and the ADA

are on a mandatory leave,
subject to a full inquiry.

So my guess is

they will be joining Tom
in the slammer, real soon.

My brother would have really liked you.

I'm really sorry for your loss, Penny.

And none of this makes grief any easier.

Are you talking about me... or you?

Uh, well, I... I guess I'm
talking about both of us.

You know, Grayson loved you very much.

Did he talk to you about me?

He said you were the smartest, kindest,

most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

I'm... I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to upset you.

No. No.

No.

I just... I just miss him... so much.

Good night, Jane.

Good night.

Hello?

This is Operator 13

from Los Angeles Correctional Facility.

I have a call from a D-block inmate.

May I put you through?

Um... I guess?

Hello?

Hello. Who is this?

It's... it's me.

Sorry.

I don't know anyone at that facility.

Jane, it's me. It's Grayson.

This isn't funny and I'm hanging up.

No! Listen. It's me.

I...

I hit "Return"... and I'm back.