Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 6, Episode 4 - Life & Death - 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.

Drop Dead Diva 6x04 - Life & Death
Original air date April 6, 2014

Sweetie.

Sweetie!

You've been sitting there
for like and hour,

and you've only done one lip.

Oh.

I have my first case
with Grayson this morning.

I'm pretty sure that is
not entirely correct.

Since he found out I'm Deb.

Ah. Right.

Stace, I have a major perfume crisis.

When I was living with Grayson,



I wore "Lovely"
by Sarah Jessica Parker...

sweet apple with a hint of musk.

But now I wear "Beautiful"
by Estée Lauder...

lilac brightened with citrus.

I don't know what scent to spritz.

Close your eyes.

Trust me.

Mm.

Wait, did you just spray me
with both perfumes?

Yes.

Jane, you are lovely and beautiful.

Why hold back?

Mommy's on her way to work, Noah,

and she's gonna miss you so much.

Yes, she is.

Uh, skinny soy latte with an extra shot.

Actually, make that two extra shots.

Uh, hold the camera
closer to his face, Rose,

so I can see his cute little nose.

Yes!

Thank you.

Smile for mommy. Can you smile for mom?

Now, you be a good boy for Rose

while mommy's at work today, okay?

I love you.
I do.

I do. Yes, I do.

Excuse me!

I am so sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you, ma'am.

I... I just wanted to know if...

Will you adopt me?

Jane. This is Seth Coyle.

We've been friends since...

The 8th grade...
you met on the basketball team.

How did you know that?

I... told her about the time
you gave me a black eye

when you elbowed me on that lay-up.

Yeah, yeah.

He told me about that.

Uh, but he didn't tell me
about this case.

My wife, Rachel,

she passed away... three days ago.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

She had a congenital heart
defect, diagnosed last year.

I came to Grayson because
I knew that he would understand

what I'm going through.

Losing Deb was the worst day of my life.

The thing is, Rachel's dying wish

was to be buried in our backyard.

We spent the last year
planting a garden together.

But that... the sentiment is beautiful.

But the request is unusual.

Rachel's parents own a family plot,

and they want her buried there.

They got a court order

preventing me from taking
Rachel's body from the mortuary.

Well, under California law,

the spouse has a right
to make burial decisions.

That's right.

But I hope we don't have to get
adversarial with your in-laws.

Uh, with your permission,
I'd like to set up a meeting.

Of course. The sooner, the better.

Ryan's been living with five other boys

in a group foster home,

and he would like to find
a permanent family to adopt him.

And he followed you into the coffee shop

to ask you if you would be his mother?

Ms. Kaswell seems
so sweet and kind with her baby.

Kim?

I kind of blurted out
the adoption thing.

I know I shouldn't have
put you in that position,

but... well...

I've been in the system
for, like, my whole life,

and... I want real parents...
someone like you.

Sweetie, trust me.

I'm in no position
to have a second child.

But that doesn't mean
we're not gonna help you.

Ryan, do you know what happened
to you biological parents?

Mom died in prison when I was two,

and my dad was killed in Iraq
before I was born.

I don't understand why I was never
put with a permanent family.

And... now I'm 12.

Yeah, it's, uh... it's harder
for older kids to find parents.

I haven't had an adoptive-parent
meeting in three years.

Other kids my age
have found homes in that time,

but... not me.

Yeah, Ryan... look, it's unfair.

It's completely unfair.

I... I'm just not sure how we can help you.

Nevertheless, we're gonna try.

The doctors say
that I don't have much time.

I'm at peace with that,

but I want to make sure that
my body is buried in our garden.

It's why I'm making this video.

Seth, was that okay?

As you can see,

Rachel was pretty specific
with her intentions.

My daughter was hyped up on painkillers.

That video doesn't mean anything.

Doug, it was Rachel's idea
to make the video.

Do you have her request in writing?

Come on.

We asked you here today

with the hopes that you would
support your daughter's wishes.

And not to mention, under the law,

spouses control burial decisions.

That's true,

unless the decedent signed away
her power of attorney.

What are you talking about?

Apparently, Rachel granted her father

limited power of attorney.

And he's exercising that power

to mandate Rachel is buried
in the family plot.

No. I won't let that happen.

Seth, please.

We just want our family to be together.

I made a promise to your daughter.

We're not changing our minds.

Then, unfortunately,
we'll be going to court.

Whatcha looking at, hot buns?

Hey.

Last week, on the bus, a guy
with a chihuahua sat next to me.

I got licked... twice...

by the guy.

Which is why I'm on Craigslist
buying a bicycle.

It's time I get my own wheels.

- What's your budget?
- 100 bucks.

Had to give up eating on Wednesdays,

but it's totally worth it.

Oh, here's one for $85.

Ohh, "'93 beach cruiser with
partially operational bell"?

I don't think so.

Maybe I should get a car instead.

Oh, here's a 2011 Rolls-Royce
Phantom Coupe for 100 bucks.

Rolls are good cars, right?

Paul, I think it's a scam.

Nobody's gonna sell you
a $450,000 car for 100 bucks.

If it's online, it must be true.

I want to meet the seller,

snag this thing up before
she sells it to someone else.

Yeah, what's gonna happen

is you're gonna go
to this woman's house,

she's gonna offer you a drink,
and then next thing you know,

you're gonna wake up with
one kidney missing in Mexico.

Well, I've always wanted
to visit Mexico, so win-win.

Also, I have two kidneys.

Oh, hey!

She wants to meet my right now.

Adiós, señorita!

Hey.

So, I was thinking about our case.

I think that we should talk to Seth

and convince him to drop the suit.

Why would we do that?

We both know
that a body is just... a body.

Rachel's soul is gone,

so it shouldn't matter
where she's buried.

He promised her.

Grayson...

Jane, when Deb died...

when you... died...

I visited your gravesite
every day for a month.

You did?

I had long, one-sided
conversations with you.

Well, you finally got a word in.

It brought me comfort.

The gravesite
is where I felt closest to you.

Brought you flowers every Sunday.

Thank you, but...

I realize it wasn't about you.

It was about me.

It was about healing.

- I understand.
- No, you don't.

- But I do.
- You can't.

You didn't lose me.

I lost you.

Jane, when someone you love dies,

everything about that person
holds meaning.

For over a year,

I... I didn't give away your
clothes or even your makeup.

I just wanted to feel close to you.

At night, when I'd feel lonely,

I would actually
go and smell your perfume.

Now, if burying his wife in
the backyard gives Seth comfort,

we need to support him.

Just let me talk to Seth about Rachel.

Maybe I can persuade him.

Stop.

I mean, I can help him
understand that there's...

Listen to me.

I forbid you
from talking to Seth about this.

Sorry, you "forbid" me?

Yes. I forbid you.

Now, are we done?

I got here as quick as I could.

- Grayson was so out of line.
- I know.

How dare he forbid you
from talking to someone?

What if he forbids you
from talking to me?

Well... I doubt he'd do that.

But, yeah, I agree. It's outrageous.

You know, when he knew me
as... as... as Deb,

he would never talk to me that way.

And when he knew me as Jane,

he would never talk to me that way.

And now that he knows the truth
about all this,

he's acting like...
a totally different person.

Well, sweetie, the thing is

not everyone's as accepting as I am

when it comes to metaphysical reveals.

Grayson's still trying to adjust.

You need to let him know

that you're supportive of his journey.

Since when did you become Sylvia brown?

I've been reading parenting books.

They all have a basic premise.

A child needs to know
that you believe in them

even when they're acting out.

Same goes with Grayson.

You have to believe in him,

even though he's not
acting like the perfect child.

You know what I mean.

Yeah. Yeah, I... I...

I guess I do.

While I appreciate
your interest in Ryan,

child services
is doing everything we can

to get him placed.

It's been 10 years.

You haven't found him a family.

Can you please check Ryan's
status in the adoption registry?

Bear with me a second.

Ah, here he is.

Oh, that's not right.

Ryan's no longer in
our active adoption file.

- What?
- How is that possible?

Ryan's been transferred to
our independent living program,

which will give him job training

in anticipation of aging out
of the system

upon turning 18 next year.

He's 12.

The independent living program
doesn't start until age 14.

According to Ryan's records, he's 17.

Well, that would explain

why he hasn't had
any prospective parent meetings.

If you thought he was 17, you would
have stopped the matching process

three years ago.

We migrated our system three
years ago from paper to online.

There must have been a data-entry error.

I don't have parents
because of a mistake?

We'd like this fixed immediately.

I'll need to get a copy of his
birth certificate from Sacramento.

It'll take a few months.

Unless you want us to drag
your department to court,

we want him back on that adoption list

by end of business today.

Ryan is a ward of the state,

which means he cannot engage
a lawyer without my consent.

And I do not consent.

I just had a baby.

I have hormones
coursing through my body,

and if you think you can
deter me from helping Ryan,

well, let's just say
I can be a real mother...

Okay. Okay.

Your Honor, we ask
that you lift the injunction

preventing my client
from taking his wife's body

from the mortuary.

As her spouse,
he controls where she's buried.

Rachel gave her father
power of attorney.

Well, true, but in this case,
that power of attorney

is limited to a life-support directive.

Rachel didn't want extreme measures

to be used to extend her life,

and knowing how much
her husband loved her,

didn't want to put him
in a compromised position.

Rachel knew there was a family plot,

and if she didn't want
to be buried in it,

she should have told her parents
when she was lucid.

I agree.

Your Honor,

the burial in a family plot
constitutes an offer,

and that offer
wasn't accepted by Rachel.

So, under the law,

why should she be obligated
to reject something

she wasn't obligated to accept
in the first place?

Now, that's ridiculous.

A lawyers last resort... an insult.

Mr. Kent, I am vacating the order.

Your client is granted access
to Rachel's body.

And to all those parties
that have suffered a loss,

I am sorry.

Given that a clerical mistake
cost Ryan Hatcher

the chance of adoption
for the past three years,

we ask that you consent

to my firm's pro bono representation.

But doesn't the state represent Ryan?

Yes, we do, Your Honor.

Like all children in the system,
we are his advocate.

Child services
is understaffed, underfunded,

and makes mistakes.

Why not allow a third party
to ease their burden?

There have been mistakes,

but we've also put a roof over his head.

For which we thank the state,
but Ryan wants a family.

We should have him back on the registry

by the end of the month, Your Honor.

And then what?

He's listed
with thousands of other kids,

a... a needle in a bureaucratic haystack,

whereas we will actively
seek to find him parents.

Allowing foster children
to get their own lawyers

would set a dangerous precedent.

And turning a blind eye
to free legal help

is a perfect example of how this
state fails in loco parentis.

- I agree, Ms. Kaswell.
- Thank you.

If you want to represent Ryan,
I'm not going to stop you.

You are looking at the
proud owner of a Rolls-Royce.

Not right now, Paul.

Kim has me calling everyone I know

who's ever even considered adoption.

It's parked in the garage
in Jane's spot.

Rolls trumps Porsche. She'll understand.

You bought a Rolls for $100?

I met Wendy, the owner... lovely woman.

I gave her the money, she gave me
the keys, and signed the title.

I offered to come back later
for a Rob Roy in the jacuzz,

but she has plans.

This is a real title.

And the owner signed it.

It's legit.

You bought a Rolls for 100 bucks.

Pretty people get all the breaks.

With an open heart
and a positive attitude,

anything is possible.

- Jane.
- Hold on.

Just need to finish
buying this awesome new purse.

Unless, of course, you're going
to forbid me from doing that.

I just got off the phone with Seth.

He went to the mortuary
to pick up his wife's body.

She's gone.

What do you mean, "she's gone"?

His dead wife has been kidnapped.

How the hell do you lose a body?

This is totally unacceptable.

No, I will sue you,
and I will sue your company.

If you don't find Rachel coyle
by the end of the day,

I will make sure
that you are out of business

by the end of the week.

That was a little harsh.

Well, it's a mortuary,
not a dry-cleaners.

They're supposed to handle
bodies with dignity and respect.

I know what happened.

My father-in-law intimidated
a staff member at the mortuary

into turning over Rachel's body
to an undertaker.

An undertaker your in-laws hired?

Yes.

When the owner realized the mistake,

he went into panic mode,

which is why he said
he couldn't find her.

Rachel's body has
been moved to another mortuary.

So we'll go get her back.

Take a look at this.

Rachel's father convinced
the city attorney to intervene

in order to prevent the backyard
burial of their daughter.

Seth is prohibited from
retrieving his wife's body.

We have to get this before a judge.

Hey.

How's the search for parents going?

Well, I've spoken to

every private adoption agency
in the state,

and no one is interested in Ryan.

He's 12.

I know, and adoptive parents
want cute little babies.

But anyone who rejects Ryan
because of his age is a moron.

Oh, my God. Noah just rolled over.

Would you look at this face?

Have you ever seen anything
cuter in your entire life?

Yes, Kim, he's the cutest baby ever.

Knock, knock.

I'm here for
the maternity-clothes pickup.

Here you go. Have fun growing into them.

I certainly won't miss that waistline.

Thank you.

Owen, by the scowl on your face,

you're either having a bad day
or you're colicky.

I've been reading a book
on infant body language.

I'm not colicky,
but I have had better days.

Kim is having a hard time

finding parents to adopt
our 12-year-old client.

Oh, I know all about adoption.

I had a puppy a few years ago...
"Bark Jacobs"...

that I totally loved.

But Jane moved in,

and we all know about her pet allergies.

Actually, we don't all know,
and we don't all care.

My point is, nobody wanted Bark Jacobs

because he was a big-time drama queen

and he liked to eat designer underwear.

Stacy.

So I decided to make a video
of Bark Jacobs,

showcasing his amazing cuteness.

I posted it on a pet-adoption website.

24 hours later, he had multiple suitors.

I chose Renard.

Now Bark Jacobs is

the best-groomed schnoodle
on the planet,

and Renard gives me
a 10% discount on my highlights.

Stacy... you're a genius.

Have you lost your mind?

You want to help Ryan?

We're gonna make a video.
I love this idea.

Your Honor, per the municipal code,

it is illegal to bury
a person on private property

within city limits.

And under that same code,

the city attorney can grant permission

on a case-by-case basis.

We sent a petition to his office,

and it was unfairly denied.

And why was it denied?

We're concerned
about the spread of disease.

And yet you routinely allow
home burial for pets

as long as they're buried
at least three feet underground.

Dogs and cats are a lot smaller
than human beings.

Really?

When Rachel passed, she was 90 pounds.

An average Great Dane
weighs about 150 pounds.

So are we really saying that
a Great Dane has more rights

than a human being
when it comes to burial options?

And not to mention

my client would bury his wife
in a sealed coffin

to prevent any possible
ground contamination.

Good point, Ms. Bingum.

Come on, Your Honor.
They don't have a case here.

You may be right, counselor,

but at least there's enough
evidence to hold a hearing.

We'll begin immediately.

And I love barbecue chicken,
anything "Harry Potter,"

and the Dodgers.

But if my future family roots
for another team, I'm cool.

Especially if there are other kids.

I've always wanted brothers and sisters.

And cut! Hair and makeup?

Great take, Ryan,
but you went a little off-script

with the "brother and sister" part.

Sorry. It just slipped out.

Well, as a former actress,
I totally understand.

So, let's do it again.

And this time, turn on the waterworks.

Whenever I need help crying on cue,

I just think of dead baby seals

and Paris Hilton's acting career.

Okay, let's forget about the script.

In order for this to work,
it has to be real.

Ryan, just tell your story, and
the right people will respond.

Try it again.

Okay, here we go. Take four.

For 10 years, I've wanted real parents.

I... I'll do my homework and chores.

I won't get into any trouble.

I... I'll work hard in school
and get good grades

so you can be proud of me.

And I... I... I know
I'm getting kind of old.

But... i... if you still
want to tuck me in at night,

that would be...

that would be cool with me.

And that's a wrap. Thank you, everyone.

Hey, Ms. Kaswell.

Ryan, good morning.

No one responded to my video, did they?

Look in that office over there.

Your video went viral, Ryan.

All those couples want you.

I'm currently reviewing
all their applications.

I can't believe this.

You got some work to do, kid.

You got to go meet them all
and pick the one you want.

Course, I'm gonna have some input.

Hey. No tears.

This in an awesome day.

Now, come on.
Let's go find you some parents.

Teri, driving a Rolls-Royce
changes your life.

Let me guess...
you went to all the top clubs

and impressed the babes?

No.

I can't afford the gas or insurance.

But I slept in it.

I think the leather is made from clouds.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the guy
who bought my Rolls-Royce.

I recently purchased a Rolls.

Perhaps I can help you.

Give me my car back now.

Excuse me, but he bought it
fair and square.

I saw the title.

He bought it from my wife.

She sold my baby because she's angry

that I won't let her
annoying sister move in with us.

Now it all makes sense.

I'm giving you back your 100 bucks.

You're gonna sign back over the title.

Not gonna happen.

Give me my car back or I will
make your life a living hell.

Whoa. No, no, no.

We do not threaten my friend.

Your wife was listed on the title,

so she had the legal right to sell it.

Listen to me, young lady...

Thank you for calling me young.

But have you noticed
you're in a law firm?

So if you don't scram,
I will see you in court,

where you will face charges of trespass,

stalking, and intimidation.

This isn't over.

You were amazing.

How can I pay you back?

Let me have sex
in the back seat of your car.

Sorry. I'm not insured for that.

Your Honor, the Garveys have complied

with all of California's
requirements to adopt Ryan.

We just need your approval

in order for him to start his new life.

Unfortunately, the state is not
ready to sign off, Your Honor.

Here we go.

The home study is incomplete.

Child Services can't approve an adoption

until a licensed caseworker

does an inspection of the Garvey home.

I vetted the Garveys myself, Your Honor.

Richard Garvey is a pediatrician

and was named "doctor of the
year" at Encino Medical Center.

His wife is a teacher,
and their two beautiful children

cannot wait to have a new older brother.

How long till a caseworker
can issue a new report?

Well, with the budget crisis,
I don't know.

My guess... three months.

I can't overrule their procedures.

- I'm sorry, but...
- No.

No, Your Honor.

I... I can't accept this.

Ms. Kaswell, are you... crying?

Ryan has just found his family,

and... and the state
keeps creating roadblocks.

I understand, but...

As a new mother...

how can they not feel
passionately for this child,

and how can the A.A.G.
look into this little boy's eyes

and not see a child desperate
for love and attention?

You know what? I agree.

I'm tired of the red tape.

I'm ordering the A.G.'s office

to send Ryan a new birth certificate

by the end of business tomorrow.

But, Your Honor, I...

Just do it.

As for the home study,
I can't waive the requirements,

but I can permit Ryan
to live with the Garveys

in the meantime.

When the report is complete,
send a copy to my clerk.

Um, Your Honor, when do you
expect the order to be filed?

By tomorrow afternoon.

At that point, Ryan can move in
with his new family.

Are you okay?

I mean, do you need some water?

Of course I'm fine.

I may be lactating, but I still
know how to play a judge.

Wow.

When the cardiologist diagnosed my wife,

she quit her job
to reduce her level of stress.

And we decided to plant a garden.

Since your wife passed,
where have you slept?

Every night, in a hammock
in the backyard.

The garden is
where I feel closest to her.

The lilac reminds me of her perfume.

The statute prohibiting home burials

isn't meant to just protect
against ground contamination.

It's also meant
to protect property values.

So what would happen
to your neighbors' home value

if their second story
overlooked a gravesite?

- Uh...
- Objection.

Speculation.

Mr. Coyle is not a real-estate agent.

Overruled.

The witness will answer the question.

Their home value could go down, I guess.

I'm not sure.

What would happen to the
value of your neighbors' home

if you erected a 20-foot statue
of Santa Claus?

Again, the value would go down.

Yet giant Santa Claus are perfectly legal.

Who will take care of the gravesite

if you sell your home
or when you pass away?

I don't plan on selling the house.

And when I die,

I want to be buried
next to my wife in the garden.

Sounds like you want to turn
your backyard into a cemetery.

Are you aware that
cemeteries require permits

to ensure the proper care
of dead bodies?

My wife wants to be
buried in the backyard,

and that is all that matters to me.

I will do whatever it takes
to make sure that happens.

Mr. Coyle, with all due respect,

your wife has now been dead
for five days.

Do you really think her dead
body cares where she's buried?

- Objection.
- You're talking about my wife.

- Judge, she said "objection."
- The objection is sustained.

Your Honor, Mr. Coyle contends

that his wife wants to be
buried in the backyard.

He speaks of her in the present tense.

We contend that a dead body has
no standing in this courtroom.

I'd like to answer the question.

She wanted to be buried in the backyard.

She wanted to be with me.

I... I'm just... I'm just trying
to... to honor her wishes.

Why can't you understand that?

Are you really taking me to the Garveys?

Yep. I spoke to your new mom.

She's making you
barbecue chicken for dinner.

We just need the judge's order,
and then we can head out.

Excuse me, Ms. Kaswell.

I want you to know
that this is nothing personal.

Truth is, I'd like to see you
adopted by the Garveys.

What are you talking about?

The Sioux Nation saw Ryan's video.

Okay.

Why do I care about the Sioux?

Because Ryan's biological
mother is 10% Sioux,

meaning the Indian Child Welfare
Act controls his adoption.

I'm Sioux?

5%.

Which gives the tribe
rights to his future placement.

The adoption is closed.

The judge got a call
from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

They represent the Sioux.

Well, he's not gonna
sign off on the order

because the I.C.W.A. controls.

What does this mean?

It means that you're
gonna be placed in a group home

on Sioux property in South Dakota.

No.

N... no way.

I'm going to my new home today!

Hold on.

Ryan's biological mother
terminated her parental rights.

Shouldn't that
terminate the Sioux claim?

Under the Baby Veronica
Supreme Court decision 2013,

a mother can terminate her own rights

but not the rights of the tribe.

Well, then I'm gonna fight
the U.S. Attorney's Office.

I wish you luck.

Ryan, I'm sorry.

For what it's worth, I've got
his new birth certificate.

A representative of the tribe

will come by
and... and pick him up tomorrow.

What is wrong with the universe?

Ryan finally finds a loving family,

then all of a sudden,

a bunch of strangers want
to take him to South Dakota?

Well, for years,

native American orphans
were taken from the tribe

and given to non-native families.

The law is there

to help them preserve
their identity as a tribe.

Yes, I understand, but Ryan's
mother was only 10% Sioux,

and his father
had no native-American blood.

What else can you tell me
about his father?

Why do you ask?

A first-degree relation to the father

would trump the tribe's rights.

If you want Ryan to go with the Garveys,

you need to find a first-degree relative

that will consent to that adoption.

Since his father died in the war,

the Veteran Affairs Office
might have that information.

You need to get their consent
before the Sioux representative

shows up at the group home tomorrow.

Morning, Sparky. You're late.

I know.
Sorry.

Yesterday, after work,
I noticed a door ding on my car.

The mechanic wants 1,000 bucks
to buff it out,

which I can't afford.

And since I can't risk another ding,

I parked on the outer lot,
put orange cones on either side,

and it took me a half-hour
to walk to work.

Paul, you have to get rid of that car.

I'd sooner part with my right bicep.

Besides... I'm gonna need the car

to drive me to the other jobs
I'm gonna have to take

in order to pay for the gas
and insurance.

I just got a call
from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

Tribal representative
went by Ryan's group home,

and he wasn't there.

Really?

Did they look under his bed?

Kim, if you have him, that's kidnapping.

How dare you level
such an outrageous accusation?

You can go to jail.

I was trying to buy us some time.

I just got off the phone
with Tessa Hillman,

Ryan's paternal aunt.

That's a first-degree relative.

Mm-hmm. She'll be here in 20 minutes.

Jane.

Hi. Thank you for coming over.

Please, take a seat.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I, uh... I just wanted to talk to you

about what happened on the stand.

The city attorney was combative.

I agree.

Uh, but I just have to ask

if part of the reason you broke down

is because, on some level...
you know he's right?

Rachel is... is gone,

and, perhaps,
where she's gonna be buried

has more to do with you than her.

You don't have to answer that.

I appreciate your concern,

but I will continue to honor
Rachel's dying wish.

If you're trying to get me
to change my mind,

you can forget it.

How dare you call our client
into your office without me?

We talked about this.

And you forbid me.

Yes, I did.

Who are you mad at right now...
Jane or Deb?

What?

Are you mad at Jane,
who's a partner here,

for calling in a client without
an associate's permission,

or are you mad at Deb,

someone who looked to you
to make all the smart decisions?

In which case,
I can see why you'd be upset

because Deb never challenged you.

Deb also never went to law school,

yet here she is calling the shots.

I'm trying to help a grieving
man move on with his life.

There's nothing wrong with that.

We are not here to be his shrink

or to advise him on how to grieve.

Have you ever considered

that Seth might want
to date again one day?

And is his future girlfriend
really gonna want

his wife's dead body
buried in the backyard?

It is not healthy.

Jane, you know I keep a photo
of Deb in my office, right?

Yes.

Even when I was dating other
women, I never took it down.

I'm sure it wasn't "healthy,"

but if anyone told me to put it away,

I'd have told them to go to hell.

I'm sorry to let you down,

but my brother is definitely
not this boy's father.

Nice try.

His name is listed
on Ryan's birth certificate.

Look, we're not after child support

if that's what you're worried about.

He wasn't in the country
when Ryan was conceived.

He was stationed in Germany
for two years.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Look, I recognize
the boy's mother's name.

Cindy Hatcher
lived in our apartment complex.

She was close with my brother,
but he's not the father.

If you don't believe me,
check with the Veterans' Board.

Tessa, any chance you may remember

who Cindy was dating
when she got pregnant?

Um... pretty sure it was
a guy named Eddie Davis.

My mom knows his mom.

I can probably get you his contact info,

if that would help.

Yeah, it would, actually. Thank you.

That is a gorgeous photo.

And no one should ever
tell you to take it down.

I don't plan to.

Uh, Grayson, I shouldn't have
spoken to our client

without consulting you.

You are lead council, and I'm sorry.

You know, you were right...
about the way I see you.

When we're together,
sometimes I see Deb,

and I turn into the guy I was then.

Other times, I see Jane,

the brilliant lawyer
I developed feelings for.

It's messing with my head.

Yeah, we have a... a lot to figure out.

But, lucky for us, we're not in a rush.

- That's true.
- Mm.

But the woman I loved
died suddenly in a car crash,

and if I learned anything from that,

it's that we need
to make every minute count.

Agreed.

How do we do that...
make every minute count?

God only knows.

Wait. Say that again?

"God only knows"?

Yeah.

Yeah, "God only knows."

I know that look.

We're back on the case, aren't we?

I think I know how Seth can win.

God?

No, religion.

I'm gonna go look into something.

Can we finish this conversation later?

Sure.

Hey. What are you doing?

Paul, I asked Howard to come here

so that you could give him
the keys to the Rolls.

Why would I do that?
That car's changed my life.

You're not sleeping. You're not working.

You're not eating. You're not working.

You're obsessed, Paul.

Hand over the keys or find another job.

I can't go back to riding that bus.

Please, give me more credit than that.

Howard?

Oh.

That bike is incredible.

It doesn't need gas,

you don't need insurance,
and you can park it anywhere.

Ah! Sign over the title and
Howard will give you the bike.

Thank you.

For the first time in 48 hours,
I feel like I can exhale.

Let it all out.

And now go get the car keys.

Let me get this straight, Ms. Bingum.

Your client is starting
his own church at his home?

That's right.

The Church of Everlasting Love,

dedicated to the memory
of Rachel Coyle, his wife.

And, under city law, as a church,

he has a right to set aside land
as a cemetery.

His home is located
in a residential zone.

It cannot be a church.

When a religious institution
is first formed,

they are permitted to congregate
in a private home.

There's precedent for the cemetery,

and we filed the paperwork this morning.

We are not contending

that the church subscribes to
any particular religious sect.

Rather, the church will be
a place of contemplation.

And it will include a small plot
for church members

and recently deceased relatives
of church members.

Clever, Ms. Bingum, but under the law,

a church requires a pastor
and congregants.

Other than your client, I don't see any.

Actually, my client is the pastor,

and as far as congregants go, um...

Pastor Coyle,

I'd like to become the first
to join your church.

Yeah, I'd like to join your church, too.

They're making a mockery of the law.

I tend to agree.

May I speak, Your Honor?

Of course, "Pastor."

Doug, Briana...

I loved your daughter
more than words can express.

The church and the garden
will be a tribute to her,

a sanctuary in the city where
friends and family can visit

and mourn the loss
of the most beautiful woman

that I've ever known.

Her dying wish is my living vow.

As pastor...

I will keep her memory alive.

I know I'm asking a lot...

but would you consider joining me

in honoring your daughter?

Yes, I will.

Of course I will.

And my husband will join, as well.

The city attorney is instructed

to recognize "The Church
of Everlasting Love,"

where Ms. Coyle shall be interred.

So, you're saying this is my son?

We believe so.

You were dating Cindy Hatcher
in May of 2002?

Yes.

Well, the blood type is consistent,

and, accordingly,
we'll order a DNA test.

That's not necessary.

What do you mean?

I broke up with Cindy.

Two weeks later, she called
and said that she was pregnant.

I didn't believe her.

Never heard from her again.

Sir, we just need you to
sign an affidavit of paternity

and then sign off on the adoption

so Ryan can go to his new family

instead of living in a group home.

Sure, that... that's not a problem.

Is that him?

Yes.

But I haven't told Ryan about you yet.

If... if you can just sign the document,

then we'll be on our way.

I'd, um... I... I'd like to meet him first.

Ms. Kaswell.

Ryan, I'd like
to introduce you to someone.

Are you taking me away?

What?

No.

No, Ryan, this man
isn't from the government.

Ryan, I'm... I'm not
really sure how to say this,

but, um...

I'm your father.

My father's dead.

Sweetie, there was a mistake
on your birth certificate.

This is for real.

I asked him to come here because,

if he signs a release form,

then the Garveys
can officially adopt you,

and you won't have
to move to South Dakota.

Ms. Kaswell said
the Garveys are terrific people.

They have a beach house.

You'll have a brother and a sister.

Yeah, they're really great.

Well, I guess
I'll go sign that paper now.

That's it?

You sign the paper,
and you just go away?

It's what I asked him to do.

It's what you want, right?

Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

I live in a small apartment.

I like apartments.

I don't know much about kids.

I... I don't know much about parents.

I work security at the mall
during the day.

I'm in school during the day.

I'm in seventh grade.

C... can you be home at night?
I... I shouldn't be alone.

Yeah, I think I can do that.

Ms. Kaswell, I'm sorry,

but I don't think I'm gonna
be able to sign that document.

I'm glad to hear it.

Beautiful night.

It sure is.

You were magnificent in court.

Well, I was just doing my job.

You know... Grayson,
what you said about... Deb before

not having a law degree...

You're right.

I... I did know more about
color palettes than politics.

You know, briefs were just...
just another word for underwear.

But all of that's changed.

Whether you want to believe it or not...

I respected you as Deb,
and I respect you as Jane,

just in different ways.

I know.

Before, in my office, when I said

I wanted to figure out a way
to make every moment count...

Mm-hmm?

...I figured out a way.

Okay.

Are you gonna share it with me?

Yeah.