Drop Dead Diva (2009–2014): Season 6, Episode 9 - Hope and Glory - full transcript
With Grayson in the hospital with a gunshot wound, Jane represents people living near a hot sauce factory who claim its fumes are making them sick. Kim lands in the middle of her parents' divorce settlement.
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!
Well, I sure hope I was right.
♪ La, la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
Previously on Drop Dead Diva...
So the prosecution has no case. You win.
A coldblooded murderer will walk.
Nice work, Counselor.
Oh, look, Owen and Grayson are here.
Grayson! Grayson!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Please, Grayson.
Oh, my God. Grayson.
Grayson's young and healthy.
He'll pull through.
He's the strongest guy I know.
The surgeons at this hospital are the best.
Jane.
Can you hear us?
Yeah.
Uh, Grayson's young and healthy.
He's the strongest guy you know,
and the surgeons here are the best.
Hey, Jane. Hi. Hi.
I just heard. How is he doing?
I don't know.
The surgeon said he'd come see us
as soon Grayson's out of surgery.
Why is it taking so long?
I'm sorry. It's me.
Uh, it could be the nanny.
Hello?
What?
God.
It's my dad.
He's been arrested.
Kim, go be with your dad.
Okay. Um... I'll check in later.
Sweetie, do you need anything?
How about some water? I... You need water.
I'm gonna go get you some water.
I'll, uh...
I'll go... I'll go help her.
Stacy, are you okay?
I can't cry in front of Jane.
I have to be her rock.
Grayson's gonna pull through.
Obviously, I think we should
put our engagement announcement on hold.
Of course.
Owen, I love you.
I love you, too.
Hey! Kimmy! Kimmy!
That's my daughter.
- You okay?
- Yeah, sweetheart, I'm fine.
I'm just fine.
This this is Officer Jenkins.
He's single and has had a
disastrous dating history as well,
so, you guys got so much in common,
I, uh, well, I gave him your number, okay?
Fantastic.
I'll take it from here. Thanks.
Dad, this says you're being
charged with public indecency.
- But it's not my fault.
- Yeah?
Well, whose fault is it?
Howard Johnson's on Main
Street, that's whose.
You know, they made the setting
by the pool way too romantic.
Low lights, sexy music
all very conducive to,
uh, intimate activities,
if you know what I mean.
And before I know it,
police swarm in, arrest me and Courtney.
Who's Courtney?
- Oh, there you are!
- There she is.
Oh. Sweetheart. Hey.
I want to introduce you to my daughter Kim.
Oh, it is so nice to meet you.
You must be Courtney!
Aka your new stepmom.
Come again?
We tied the knot last night.
Went back to our hotel to celebrate,
and one thing led to another,
and we were publicly indecent!
It was so embarrassing.
Yes. It is.
I'm sorry, I...
I need some air.
Kimmy!
Kimmy, come on. Sweetheart, let's talk.
Fine, dad. Let's talk.
I know how this looks.
Older man, younger woman,
but... we're in love.
I see you at least once a week.
I didn't even know you were dating anyone.
Well, actually, we've got you
to thank for this relationship.
You kept harping on me about
keeping my ticker strong,
so I signed up for a spinning class.
She's the instructor.
We hit it off, and the rest is history.
She does know you're broke, right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. She knows everything.
She's even seen me in bike shorts.
Okay.
I'm sorry to spring it on you like this,
especially since you and I have been
getting along pretty well lately.
Well, you're a big boy. You
can do whatever you want.
You angry?
Because you seem angry.
Well, that's kind of
your natural state anyway.
Can we just deal with your
latest criminal charges, please?
You can represent Courtney, too?
Anything for family.
A fragment of the bullet
lodged in Grayson's chest,
close to an artery.
We've decided it's too risky to remove.
But he's gonna be okay, right?
Well, the next few
hours are still critical.
And you should know
there could be some memory loss.
Uh, how much memory loss?
Every patient's different.
He's gonna be out for a while,
but you're welcome to sit with him.
Thank you, Doctor.
- Hey.
- Where am I?
Grayson,
you're in the hospital.
Do you remember what happened?
Yeah. Uh...
I was shot.
Yes. Yes, you were.
But you're okay now.
Do you remember who I am?
- Yeah, of course. You're Jane Bingum.
- That's right.
Do you remember anything else about me?
That we work together.
You're a... you're a really good lawyer.
Well, yes. Yes, I am.
So, you don't recall
anything else about me, do you?
Uh, nothing comes to mind.
Um, you know what? That's... that's fine.
Um, you know, don't...
don't worry about anything,
because you're okay,
and that is all that matters.
Jane.
Yeah, Grayson?
I know you're really Deb.
What, can't a guy almost
die and have a little fun?
I'm gonna kill you.
Your honor, the defendants were discovered
fully exposed and
engaged in lewd activities
in a hotel swimming pool,
in clear violation of
California penal code 314.
The people are requesting the
maximum sentence six months in jail.
Your honor, the alleged incident
happened under special circumstances.
It was my clients' wedding night.
Which is what their room is for.
Oh, we did it there, too.
Dad.
Despite numerous requests
from hotel management,
the defendants refused to leave the pool.
Eventually, the police had to be called.
They're a passionate couple.
They were merely expressing their love.
While I do not condone Mr.
and Mrs. Kaswell's behavior,
I am sympathetic and,
off the record, impressed.
I'm therefore granting
a six-month adjournment
in contemplation of dismissal.
What does that mean?
It means if you stay out of
legal trouble for six months,
this all goes away.
Oh, thank you, Kimmy.
- We'll be on our best behavior.
- Okay.
"Get better real soon.
"We need you in court, and on the court."
The Legal Beagles?
Well, it was my
all-lawyer basketball team.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
It's just a little sore.
You know, with that
bullet fragment inside you,
it's gonna be hell getting
through airport security.
- Oh, babe, will you turn that up?
- Yeah.
I've been following this story
toxic fumes from a hot sauce factory.
Pretty interesting.
It is pepper-grinding season for
the world-famous Calico Hot Sauce.
But this year, fumes from the factory
have caused many to itch, tear
and feel downright miserable.
Sixty people have gotten so sick
they've been taken to the
hospital with breathing problems.
Hold on.
Yeah, Paul?
Okay. Put her through.
Jane Bingum.
Oh, you're at the protest?
We're watching that on TV.
Teal shirt and an orange anorak.
Oh! There you are!
She can't see you.
Oh, my God. That's... that's terrible.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
Her daughter is really sick from the fumes.
She's in the hospital.
At any other time, I would
be happy to help, but...
Jane, take the case.
Uh, could you hold on just one moment?
I am not leaving your side.
Big business versus a sick little girl?
This is what you do best.
Take the case.
Can you be at my office in an hour?
Great.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
Hello, dear. Oh!
I see you've lost the baby weight.
Well, most of it.
It's nice to see you too, Mom.
How is my grandson?
He must be what, six,
seven weeks old by now?
He's five months, and he's just adorable.
I can only imagine.
Because I've only seen him
once since you brought him home.
Yes, I know.
You must be too busy with your new husband.
Mario's what, number five?
Four.
And speaking of husbands,
isn't it time you found one?
Why are you here?
Look... at what I found on
your father's Facebook page.
What are you gonna do about that?
Mom, dad is an adult.
He can do whatever or whomever he wants.
I could care less about his love life.
I'm talking about the ring.
That ring is mine.
Larry bought it for me on our honeymoon,
and I was awarded it
in the divorce settlement 23 years ago.
But when it came time
to divide up the assets,
he claimed it was lost.
Well, apparently, he found it,
and he gave it to his teenage bride.
Mom, just leave it alone.
You can get another ring.
It is rightfully mine.
Fine. I will call dad,
and the three of us can sit
down together and sort it out.
Thank you, dear.
No way.
We're not closing our factory.
Ms. Rivera, it's just until
the exhaust issues can be corrected.
It's pepper-grinding season.
If we don't process our chilies this week,
we can't make hot sauce for the whole year.
We'll go broke. Is that what you want?
Well, of course not. No.
But your fumes are making people sick.
My daughter is in the hospital
from breathing the toxic air.
I have a list of 59 other
people with similar symptoms.
We've been grinding peppers the same way
for the past 12 years.
No one has ever gotten sick.
Until now.
Ms. Bingum, before my factory was built,
this city was a ghost town.
Every major company either
moved to Mexico or shut down.
Now we are the city's largest employer
with over 500 employees.
That's wonderful. Really.
But it doesn't negate the fact
that your pepper fumes
are making people sick!
My factory is up to code,
and we're in full
compliance with state law.
I came here as a courtesy,
but I will not shut down.
Ms. Rivera, as a courtesy,
I invited you here,
so you either shut down on your own accord
or I will find a way to force you to.
Knock, knock!
So, Jane's off to court,
so you got me and my muffins.
- Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.
Do you want me to read to
you? I brought some magazines.
Actually, I wanted to talk
with you about something.
Oh! I am all ears.
Stacy, can you keep a secret?
You know I can.
I never told you that
Jane was actually Deb.
Yeah, I have no idea how
you kept that to yourself.
It was not easy.
- So tell me your secret.
- Okay.
A few days ago, I bought
Jane an engagement ring.
You're going to propose?
Yeah. I originally planned
a trip to Laguna Beach.
I was gonna propose, you
know, by the water at sunset,
and, given what just happened,
I... I don't want to wait any longer.
I am so happy for you two.
And it's serendipitous,
because I am also...
Never mind. This is about you and Jane.
- Will you hand me my dopp kit?
- Ooh!
All right.
Now... will you go to my
house and bring back the ring?
It's in a red box in my desk.
Of course.
You and Jane are getting married!
I think I'm gonna cry!
But first I'm gonna get your ring.
Okay.
Airborne toxins are of great concern
to the department of
toxic-substance control.
So, little lady, what is
your offending substance?
Hot sauce.
- Hot sauce?
- That's right.
See, the fumes from the Calico
Hot Sauce pepper grind are toxic.
Ms. Bingum, toxic control
deals with problems like...
like chemical spills and poisonous gas.
Mr. Blund, 60 people have
been sent to the hospital
for allergic reactions.
Yes, well, I'm... I'm
really sorry to hear that,
but my department does not consider
pepper fumes to be dangerous.
What it is is a nuisance.
Well, thank you very much,
because you have been
absolutely no help whatsoever.
Wait a minute.
Uh, you said that the
pepper fumes are a nuisance?
Yes, they are. Nothing more.
Yeah.
Yeah, I can work with that.
Giving my ring to that floozy.
Ha!
Nobody under 60 uses
the word "Floozy," lady.
Okay. Dad, mom thinks you lied
about losing the ring. Did you?
Kimmy, I swear to God, no, I did not lie.
I was cleaning up the
apartment a couple years ago...
He's lying. He hasn't
cleaned anything in his life.
I sent your mother an email saying,
"You want the ring, come get it."
She sends me an email back saying,
"I don't want it, and
you can burn in hell."
Well, that's a beautiful story,
except not one word of it is true.
Look, if you don't hand over the ring,
I am going to sue you,
and Kim is going to be my lawyer.
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nobody needs a lawyer here.
Is that right?
If she's representing anybody,
it's gonna be me, sweetheart!
Oh, that's a nice try, darling,
except that I'm the one who
encouraged her to go to law school
while you blew her
inheritance on a goat farm.
Alpacas.
And she's going to be representing me,
because she's already defending
me on a public indecency charge.
Public indecency? Let me guess.
You ate tuna salad in public.
Okay, you guys just
stay here and stay quiet.
- Owen. Hi. I need your help.
- Hey. Hey.
Dad, you remember Owen, right?
- Hey, Owen!
- Hey, Larry. How you doing?
Hey! Pretty good.
Married a 35-year-old
spinning instructor.
Oh, good for you.
Yeah, we're having a little family
dispute, so I could use your help.
You represent dad.
I'll represent mom.
- I'm all yours.
- Great.
Can we resolve this as soon as possible
so we can all get on with our lives?
Especially me. Mmm?
- Okay.
- Yeah.
The Calico Hot Sauce factory
is a textbook public nuisance.
Therefore, we are asking
that the factory be shut down
until the Riveras remedy
their toxic emissions problem.
According to the California civil code,
public nuisance suits are barred
if the facility has been in
operation for more than three years,
which is the case.
The plaintiffs have no
legal right to complain now.
Well, that would be true,
except the Riveras expanded
their factory 10 months ago,
nearly doubling its capacity.
Therefore, the clock resets.
Capacity expanded, but
so did the exhaust system,
to accommodate the increased load.
As a fan of Calico Hot Sauce,
it pains me to say this,
but I've reviewed the medical complaints,
and I agree with Ms. Bingum.
I'm ordering the factory closed
until sufficient corrective measures
are implemented to contain the fumes.
Hey!
Hello.
Oh!
Not that I'm complaining,
but, uh, why are we dancing?
Can't a guy practice for his own wedding?
You're getting married?
No.
Yes.
Stacy and I are engaged. Don't tell anyone.
- Wow! That's amazing!
- Shh!
When's the wedding?
'Cause, you know, you
could use the practice.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I take it back.
Oh, and, uh, Kim called.
You're late for court.
Oh, crap!
Crap! Crap!
Hey, uh, next time, can I lead?
Your honor, my client contends
that Mr. Kaswell's new bride
is wearing a ring that belongs to her.
Show the ring, honey.
It was awarded to my client
during their divorce settlement.
Item 17.
While that's true, the plaintiff
subsequently abandoned said ring,
which we contend is now my
client's personal property.
As such, he has the right to
give it to anyone he chooses.
You're arguing over property
from a 23-year-old divorce?
Yes. I'm sorry.
Your honor, excuse me,
but I can't seem to find
a record of the Kaswells'
divorce in the system.
When was the final
settlement agreement filed?
- Never.
- What?
Yeah, your mother
wouldn't drive it to court.
Why should I drive?
His car had air conditioning.
Anyway, the big spender didn't
want to pay the filing fee.
What am I, a rockefeller?
Can you imagine having to live with that?
Your honor, the divorce settlement
was signed by both parties,
which constitutes acceptance,
so if we can turn this
matter over to the court...
No. We cannot.
If the final agreement was never filed,
their divorce was never official.
You know that, Ms. Kaswell.
You're saying my parents
are still legally married?
Quite right.
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
And since you are both
subsequently remarried...
Yeah, some of us age appropriately!
Okay.
Since you both have subsequently remarried,
you both have committed bigamy,
which is punishable by
up to a year in prison.
They're not bigamists.
I mean, they clearly don't want
to be married to each other.
Take these two into custody.
Are you kidding?
They have no respect for the law
and no respect for my courtroom.
We're done here.
You should have seen Lily Rivera's face
when the judge shut down her factory.
And Dana says her daughter
is already feeling better,
and so are the others.
- And so am I.
- Oh.
So... why don't you close that curtain?
In the hospital?
Okay.
- Uh! Oh.
- Paul!
Sorry. This just arrived
for you at the office.
Oh, my God. I'm being sued.
I'm just a messenger. Carry on.
The employees of Calico Hot Sauce
are suing me and the firm
for tortious interference with contract.
Some of the workers must have been
laid off due to the factory closure.
Are they claiming it's your fault?
Yeah, and it gets worse.
They say Harrison and Parker
represents Calico's number
one competitor, Ryder Foods,
and that our public nuisance suit
was only filed to benefit
our pre-existing client.
Damn it!
I forgot to run a conflict check.
With everything moving so
fast, don't blame yourself.
Grayson, this could bankrupt our firm.
You didn't run a conflict check?
What are you, a first year associate?
I'm sorry.
Teri usually takes care of that,
and she's out on leave, and, you know,
I have been the teensiest bit preoccupied
ever since ooh, yeah, Grayson was shot!
So, please, forgive me, Owen,
if a client conflict check
happened to slip my mind.
I'm sorry, okay?
- I'm very sorry.
- Okay.
Jane, how are you gonna fix this?
By demonstrating to the court
that our underlying case
against Calico Hot Sauce
was not merely a hatchet job
on behalf of Ryder Foods.
That sounds good,
but you're already on
shaky ground to begin with.
You described Calico's chili pepper fumes
as toxic time bombs.
Those factory workers should
be thanking us, not suing us.
They're at ground zero for chili exposure.
How many factory workers got sick?
Were any of them hospitalized?
Um, I don't know,
but here's a list of everyone
who went to the hospital.
Wait a minute.
This is a list of all the
employees who are suing us.
- Zero overlap.
- What?
Okay, every affected person was treated
at Saint Catherine's Hospital,
which is in the northwestern part of town.
Memorial hospital's closer to the factory.
Okay, uh, maybe...
maybe... maybe the winds blew the
fumes in a northwestern direction?
No, that pepper cloud
blanketed the entire city,
which means the physical
reactions to the fumes
should be evenly dispersed.
Unless...
Unless?
Unless something else is
making those people sick.
I always said orange is your color.
And that lipstick certainly isn't yours.
You know, an attitude like that
could get you shivved in a place like this.
Have you come here to criticize me?
Because if so, arts and
crafts starts in 10 minutes,
and I'd rather not be late.
Actually, I have good news.
The judge has agreed to
drop the bigamy charges
and let you and dad out of here.
We just need to execute a new
copy of the divorce settlement.
Dad has even agreed to
let you keep your ring,
so just sign next to his signature
and your marriage will be over... again.
I don't think so.
I never liked that
settlement in the first place.
No, Mom. You don't understand.
You and dad don't get out
of jail until you sign.
No, look, I have a second
chance to divorce your father,
and I want to make sure I do it right.
Of course, I'm gonna continue
to need you to represent me.
Seriously?
You've already shut
down my family business.
What else could you possibly want from me?
Miss Rivera,
I want to apologize.
Calico Hot Sauce
didn't directly cause the
people of Irwindale to get sick.
- But in court you said...
- I know.
A private lab tested my
client's daughter's blood,
and she's positive for MBTE.
It's a gasoline additive
that California banned 10 years ago.
And you think it's this MBTE
that's causing the itchy eyes
and the breathing problems?
Not exactly.
Please... please take a seat.
Unfortunately, that is
still your pepper fumes.
See, MBTE weakens the immune system
so people are more sensitive
to the pepper fumes.
You mentioned earlier a
number of local factories
that closed during the recession.
Were any of them gas or oil companies?
There was a company called Exvium Chemical
a couple miles northwest of my factory.
That's exactly where
people are getting sick.
- Well, can you explain all this to the judge?
- No.
See, even though this is not your fault,
the court won't let you operate
because the pepper fumes would
still negatively affect the residents
that have been exposed to MBTE.
If I don't get my factory back
online by the end of the week,
I'll be declaring bankruptcy.
That will devastate this community.
I will do everything I can
to make sure that that doesn't happen.
Rita, you're just being spiteful!
I just want what is mine
23 years of back alimony!
Alimony?
You've been married three times since me!
I think what my client is trying to say
is that under California law,
alimony obligations expire upon remarriage.
Yes, except, according to the judge,
none of my client's
subsequent marriages are valid,
since she was never legally
divorced from your client.
Ha. Fork it over, Larry.
Even if I was loaded,
you wouldn't get a dime.
Hmm. In that case,
I think we're gonna be
here a little bit longer.
I sure hope your floozy
doesn't get lonely without you.
Hey.
Grayson.
Are you sleeping?
Okay.
Whoa!
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
Oh, my oh, my...
I'm getting married!
Grayson proposed?
Well, not exactly, but
in his hospital room,
while he was asleep,
I found an engagement ring.
Yay! So exciting!
I know, right?
Hey, Stace, how come you
don't sound more surprised?
Oh, my God, you totally knew!
Grayson kind of asked me to get
the ring for him from his house.
Sorry I didn't say anything.
No, of course you couldn't say anything.
Even though you really should have.
I mean, we don't keep secrets
like that from each other.
But you wouldn't have
wanted to ruin the surprise,
so I totally forgive you!
But don't hide anything
from me again, okay?
Jane, funny thing. Mmm-hmm.
Um, there's something
else I haven't told you.
Spill.
Owen and I are engaged, too.
I'm so happy for you, Stace.
Thank you.
I didn't want to say anything
until Grayson was feeling better.
Yeah.
- Can you believe this?
- Mmm-mmm.
I mean, we're both getting married.
Ooh! Hold on.
It is exactly what we thought
it would be in high school,
except, you know, you switching bodies
and me being pregnant.
That's true.
Wait. Grayson asked you to
bring the ring to the hospital?
Mmm-hmm.
He was being all "Carpet diem."
Not wanting to wait another moment.
Stace, Grayson gets
released from the hospital
tomorrow afternoon,
so he must be planning to
propose to me when I pick him up.
He is! He told me so!
Oh, my God!
Yay!
Kim, we need to talk.
Okay. What's up?
Well, before your parents got
hit with the bigamy charge,
I, uh, had a computer forensics expert
go through your dad's email
to verify that he had
offered the ring to your mom.
Well... the expert came up
with this email exchange
from three years ago.
Larry Kaswell.
"I found your damn ring. Come and get it."
Rita.
"Why would I want anything from you?
"And by the way, you can burn in hell."
Your dad was telling
the truth the whole time.
I'm a grown woman, and my
parents still drive me insane.
Join the club, Kim.
But for what it's worth...
uh, my mom passed away
suddenly six years ago.
I'm so sorry. I didn't...
We hadn't talked in months.
She, uh...
she annoyed and embarrassed me.
And I always thought that...
we would make up at some point.
It never happened.
Just...
Uh, I guess what I'm...
what I'm trying to say is, uh...
You want me to cut my mom some slack.
I want you to do whatever you want.
If you'll excuse me, I have to
go have a word with my client.
Of course. Good luck.
Thank you.
How's it going, Boss?
Uh, not now, Paul. I'm busy.
Hey, when Teri asked me to fill in for her,
she told me to check
in on you periodically,
so, whatcha doing?
Seriously, really busy.
I can help.
How? You said so yourself
you can't even make toast.
Well, that's true.
But before Teri left,
she taught me how to do legal research.
Come on. Give me a shot.
Just think of me as
your new sassy assistant.
If it helps, I can wear
a vest and manly trousers.
All right.
Pull all permits, inspection reports,
and complaints for Exvium
Chemical, and be thorough.
I need absolutely everything.
- I'm on it.
- Thank you.
And please make an
appointment for my manicure.
- French tips?
- Yeah, that'll be perfect.
You have time to get your nails done?
There's always time to get your nails done.
What's up?
I have good news and bad news.
Exvium Chemical declared chapter
11 bankruptcy a few years ago.
That better be the bad news.
How can I make them clean up a toxic spill
if they don't exist anymore?
The good news is you might have some luck
with the folks who took
control of the property.
Uh, yes, toxic control took
possession of the Exvium Chemical plant
after the company went belly-up.
I'm glad to hear it,
because I've discovered
that Calico Hot Sauce
is not the real culprit in Irwindale.
Rather, it's MBTE, found
at the Exvium plant.
Here are my findings.
Oh, well, thank you for
bringing this to my attention.
You are more than welcome.
So, let's... let's call the
crew and start the clean-up.
Yeah, well, it could take
a year, or possibly more.
Contaminated groundwater is causing
life-threatening illnesses now,
and until it is cleaned up,
people will continue to get sick.
Ms. Bingum, I totally
understand. Really, I do.
But we have other priorities here.
You know what?
In that case, we're suing you,
under the comprehensive
environmental response.
Compensation, and liability act.
As a state agency,
toxic control enjoys
immunity from such suits
pursuant to the eleventh circuit's ruling
in US vs. fleet factors.
Now, please,
show yourself out.
Do you mind explaining to me
why you've put us all through hell
over a ring that you
knew wasn't even yours?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Now... these emails prove nothing.
Actually, they prove everything.
Mom, are you just trying to punish dad
for marrying a younger woman?
I have no interest in
punishing your father,
though Lord knows he deserves it.
But, you know, frankly, I'm not surprised
that you take his side in this.
What are you talking about?
You asked him to move in with you
for three months after Noah was born.
You're mad at me for inviting
dad to move in with me?
When you were a kid, I
was there, he was gone.
Yet today,
he gets to enjoy a
relationship with your son,
and I'm stuck out in Siberia.
Mom, if you want to be
involved in Noah's life,
all you have to do is ask.
A mother shouldn't have to ask.
A mother shouldn't be so obstinate.
Well, now you know where you get it from.
Mom, I was angry at dad for a long time,
but he's changed.
He's trying to be a good
father and grandfather,
so I'm... I'm trying to be a good daughter,
for my sake and for Noah's.
I know what a good job you did raising me.
Now that I'm a mom myself, I
appreciate you more than ever.
You do?
Of course I do.
You may be nuts,
but I still love you.
Come on.
You have a mani-pedi at 3:00 with Olivia.
How was your meeting with toxic control?
Not good.
I did my research on Exvium Chemical.
Well, it doesn't matter anymore.
I can't hold them accountable.
Oh, good, because I combed
through every database.
I went through boxes, I googled,
I did everything Teri taught me to do,
except order a steak dinner
and charge it to the firm.
I couldn't find any
complaints against the company.
What is this?
Just a temporary permit
issued by toxic control
to Exvium Chemical in 1984.
Like I said, I went through
everything, but it's not relevant.
Where are the subsequent permits?
This is only active for six months.
I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything else.
Well, someone hasn't been doing their job.
Jane, if there was anything else
out there, I would have found it.
Teri was a very thorough
and slightly abusive teacher.
I'm not talking about you.
I am talking about toxic control.
They've been very, very bad.
And that's very, very good?
Paul... thank you.
Your honor, we ask that
you compel toxic control
to clean up the former Exvium Chemical site
and order the agency
to provide fresh water
to the people of Irwindale
until the MBTE contamination is eliminated.
As Mr. Blund has already told Ms. Bingum,
government has immunity.
Oh, there's an exception to that immunity.
Yeah. Oh, here it is.
"The immunity shall not apply to the state
"where it has contributed
"to the release of hazardous substances."
The department of toxic control
has certainly contributed to
this problem. Isn't that right?
No, we merely took control after
Exvium Chemical abandoned the property.
Come on. Your department
didn't inherit this problem.
In a very real sense, you caused it.
Please explain, Ms. Bingum.
In 1984, toxic control inspected
the recently built Exvium Chemical facility
and granted a temporary permit.
Now, the original inspector
was supposed to return six
months later to re-inspect.
Well, guess what.
He didn't return.
In fact, he never returned.
So, for almost 20 years,
the chemical plant operated under
that expired temporary permit.
Nevertheless, the chemical
spill was not our fault.
That's where you're wrong.
If toxic control had fulfilled
its regulatory duties,
the MBTE spill would have been caught
and the chemical never would
have leaked into the water table.
Mr. Blund, anything you want
to add before I make my ruling?
I'm gonna need to study the
situation and get back to the court.
You honor, I have a copy of
the temporary permit from 1984.
And guess whose signature is on it.
Now, I'll give you a hint.
He's in the courtroom,
and his initials are "George Blund."
Care to explain why you never returned?
At this time, I wish to plead the fifth.
Based on Mr. Blund's deliberate
failure to inspect the facility,
I can only assume that he was
subject to some sort of bribe.
So I shared my theory with the
DA's office, and they agreed.
Turns out, they're looking into
criminal charges as we speak.
Okay, here's what's gonna happen.
I'm ordering toxic control
to clean up the Exvium site
and provide fresh water
for all affected residents
until the site meets EPA standards.
Your honor, with fresh water,
the residents are no
longer exposed to MBTE.
Thus, I'm asking you to lift the injunction
against Calico Hot Sauce
and reopen the factory.
So ordered.
And I call dibs on the first bottle.
Look who's back from the park!
- Hi, guys!
- Hey!
- We played in the sand, went down the slide.
- Aw.
Yeah, little Noah even
made himself a new friend.
- Really?
- A cute little three month old.
Yeah, he likes younger women, too.
Uh, look, Dad, Courtney.
I owe you an apology for the
way I reacted to your big news.
I'm sorry.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry I
didn't tell you sooner.
And truth be known, I... I was
just nervous on how you'd react.
Well, I thought we had plans
for just a quiet family dinner
the three of us.
What the hell are they doing here?
They are just bringing
Noah back from the park.
Oh! I see. Well, you can go now.
Mom, if you want to be
a part of Noah's life,
then you and dad are gonna
have to learn how to get along.
Yeah, look, Rita, for the baby. Come on.
That's a boy.
Come on, go to grandma here.
That's it.
Let's put the past behind
us, where it belongs.
What do you say?
Okay, look...
I'm sorry that I made you
spend extra time in jail.
Well, it's all right.
I probably deserved it.
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, uh,
Noah's got a little gift
for you there, Grandma.
Oh!
Well, we got to be going.
Bye.
Hey.
Hey.
I was thinking.
Since Jane is bringing
home Grayson tonight,
we don't need to keep our
engagement a secret anymore.
Oh.
Well, yeah. Yeah. That's true.
I mean, no reason to hold back.
Okay, I have one thing to confess.
I kind of told Jane.
I thought we agreed to keep it quiet.
Well, she's my best friend. I'm sorry.
Are you mad?
I told Paul.
You did?
And Kim.
And Grayson.
And the UPS guy.
And some people I met on the elevator.
- I don't even know who they were.
- Owen!
Marrying you is gonna be the greatest
thing that ever happened to me.
I was crazy to think I
could keep it to myself.
Okay. Are we all set?
- Yes, we are.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Oh, would you mind doing me a favor?
- Sure.
My boyfriend is gonna propose,
and I'm not supposed to know about it...
but I would love a photo
to capture the happiest moment of my life.
Okay. Of course. Congratulations.
Thank you. Thanks. Follow me.
Code blue, room 305.
Prepare to intubate.
I need 12 French tubes and...
Grayson.
Ma'am, please wait outside.
Give him an amp of epi
and continue fluids wide open.
What's happening?
The bullet fragment embolized
and blocked the pulmonary artery.
Any rhythm?
He's in V-fib.
All right. Put the pads on now.
Roll him towards me once the pads are on.
One, two, three.
No sinus rhythm.
All right. Charging the 360. All clear?
Clear.
Shock.
- V-fib.
- Use them again.
Charging to 360. All clear?
- Clear.
- Shock.
Still in V-fib.
Again. Charging the 360. All clear?
- Clear.
- Shock.
Asystole.
Check for pulse.
Negative.
No pulse.
I'm calling it.
Time of death 5:17 PM.
Uh, let's give her a moment.
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!
Well, I sure hope I was right.
♪ La, la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
Previously on Drop Dead Diva...
So the prosecution has no case. You win.
A coldblooded murderer will walk.
Nice work, Counselor.
Oh, look, Owen and Grayson are here.
Grayson! Grayson!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Please, Grayson.
Oh, my God. Grayson.
Grayson's young and healthy.
He'll pull through.
He's the strongest guy I know.
The surgeons at this hospital are the best.
Jane.
Can you hear us?
Yeah.
Uh, Grayson's young and healthy.
He's the strongest guy you know,
and the surgeons here are the best.
Hey, Jane. Hi. Hi.
I just heard. How is he doing?
I don't know.
The surgeon said he'd come see us
as soon Grayson's out of surgery.
Why is it taking so long?
I'm sorry. It's me.
Uh, it could be the nanny.
Hello?
What?
God.
It's my dad.
He's been arrested.
Kim, go be with your dad.
Okay. Um... I'll check in later.
Sweetie, do you need anything?
How about some water? I... You need water.
I'm gonna go get you some water.
I'll, uh...
I'll go... I'll go help her.
Stacy, are you okay?
I can't cry in front of Jane.
I have to be her rock.
Grayson's gonna pull through.
Obviously, I think we should
put our engagement announcement on hold.
Of course.
Owen, I love you.
I love you, too.
Hey! Kimmy! Kimmy!
That's my daughter.
- You okay?
- Yeah, sweetheart, I'm fine.
I'm just fine.
This this is Officer Jenkins.
He's single and has had a
disastrous dating history as well,
so, you guys got so much in common,
I, uh, well, I gave him your number, okay?
Fantastic.
I'll take it from here. Thanks.
Dad, this says you're being
charged with public indecency.
- But it's not my fault.
- Yeah?
Well, whose fault is it?
Howard Johnson's on Main
Street, that's whose.
You know, they made the setting
by the pool way too romantic.
Low lights, sexy music
all very conducive to,
uh, intimate activities,
if you know what I mean.
And before I know it,
police swarm in, arrest me and Courtney.
Who's Courtney?
- Oh, there you are!
- There she is.
Oh. Sweetheart. Hey.
I want to introduce you to my daughter Kim.
Oh, it is so nice to meet you.
You must be Courtney!
Aka your new stepmom.
Come again?
We tied the knot last night.
Went back to our hotel to celebrate,
and one thing led to another,
and we were publicly indecent!
It was so embarrassing.
Yes. It is.
I'm sorry, I...
I need some air.
Kimmy!
Kimmy, come on. Sweetheart, let's talk.
Fine, dad. Let's talk.
I know how this looks.
Older man, younger woman,
but... we're in love.
I see you at least once a week.
I didn't even know you were dating anyone.
Well, actually, we've got you
to thank for this relationship.
You kept harping on me about
keeping my ticker strong,
so I signed up for a spinning class.
She's the instructor.
We hit it off, and the rest is history.
She does know you're broke, right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. She knows everything.
She's even seen me in bike shorts.
Okay.
I'm sorry to spring it on you like this,
especially since you and I have been
getting along pretty well lately.
Well, you're a big boy. You
can do whatever you want.
You angry?
Because you seem angry.
Well, that's kind of
your natural state anyway.
Can we just deal with your
latest criminal charges, please?
You can represent Courtney, too?
Anything for family.
A fragment of the bullet
lodged in Grayson's chest,
close to an artery.
We've decided it's too risky to remove.
But he's gonna be okay, right?
Well, the next few
hours are still critical.
And you should know
there could be some memory loss.
Uh, how much memory loss?
Every patient's different.
He's gonna be out for a while,
but you're welcome to sit with him.
Thank you, Doctor.
- Hey.
- Where am I?
Grayson,
you're in the hospital.
Do you remember what happened?
Yeah. Uh...
I was shot.
Yes. Yes, you were.
But you're okay now.
Do you remember who I am?
- Yeah, of course. You're Jane Bingum.
- That's right.
Do you remember anything else about me?
That we work together.
You're a... you're a really good lawyer.
Well, yes. Yes, I am.
So, you don't recall
anything else about me, do you?
Uh, nothing comes to mind.
Um, you know what? That's... that's fine.
Um, you know, don't...
don't worry about anything,
because you're okay,
and that is all that matters.
Jane.
Yeah, Grayson?
I know you're really Deb.
What, can't a guy almost
die and have a little fun?
I'm gonna kill you.
Your honor, the defendants were discovered
fully exposed and
engaged in lewd activities
in a hotel swimming pool,
in clear violation of
California penal code 314.
The people are requesting the
maximum sentence six months in jail.
Your honor, the alleged incident
happened under special circumstances.
It was my clients' wedding night.
Which is what their room is for.
Oh, we did it there, too.
Dad.
Despite numerous requests
from hotel management,
the defendants refused to leave the pool.
Eventually, the police had to be called.
They're a passionate couple.
They were merely expressing their love.
While I do not condone Mr.
and Mrs. Kaswell's behavior,
I am sympathetic and,
off the record, impressed.
I'm therefore granting
a six-month adjournment
in contemplation of dismissal.
What does that mean?
It means if you stay out of
legal trouble for six months,
this all goes away.
Oh, thank you, Kimmy.
- We'll be on our best behavior.
- Okay.
"Get better real soon.
"We need you in court, and on the court."
The Legal Beagles?
Well, it was my
all-lawyer basketball team.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
It's just a little sore.
You know, with that
bullet fragment inside you,
it's gonna be hell getting
through airport security.
- Oh, babe, will you turn that up?
- Yeah.
I've been following this story
toxic fumes from a hot sauce factory.
Pretty interesting.
It is pepper-grinding season for
the world-famous Calico Hot Sauce.
But this year, fumes from the factory
have caused many to itch, tear
and feel downright miserable.
Sixty people have gotten so sick
they've been taken to the
hospital with breathing problems.
Hold on.
Yeah, Paul?
Okay. Put her through.
Jane Bingum.
Oh, you're at the protest?
We're watching that on TV.
Teal shirt and an orange anorak.
Oh! There you are!
She can't see you.
Oh, my God. That's... that's terrible.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
Her daughter is really sick from the fumes.
She's in the hospital.
At any other time, I would
be happy to help, but...
Jane, take the case.
Uh, could you hold on just one moment?
I am not leaving your side.
Big business versus a sick little girl?
This is what you do best.
Take the case.
Can you be at my office in an hour?
Great.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
Hello, dear. Oh!
I see you've lost the baby weight.
Well, most of it.
It's nice to see you too, Mom.
How is my grandson?
He must be what, six,
seven weeks old by now?
He's five months, and he's just adorable.
I can only imagine.
Because I've only seen him
once since you brought him home.
Yes, I know.
You must be too busy with your new husband.
Mario's what, number five?
Four.
And speaking of husbands,
isn't it time you found one?
Why are you here?
Look... at what I found on
your father's Facebook page.
What are you gonna do about that?
Mom, dad is an adult.
He can do whatever or whomever he wants.
I could care less about his love life.
I'm talking about the ring.
That ring is mine.
Larry bought it for me on our honeymoon,
and I was awarded it
in the divorce settlement 23 years ago.
But when it came time
to divide up the assets,
he claimed it was lost.
Well, apparently, he found it,
and he gave it to his teenage bride.
Mom, just leave it alone.
You can get another ring.
It is rightfully mine.
Fine. I will call dad,
and the three of us can sit
down together and sort it out.
Thank you, dear.
No way.
We're not closing our factory.
Ms. Rivera, it's just until
the exhaust issues can be corrected.
It's pepper-grinding season.
If we don't process our chilies this week,
we can't make hot sauce for the whole year.
We'll go broke. Is that what you want?
Well, of course not. No.
But your fumes are making people sick.
My daughter is in the hospital
from breathing the toxic air.
I have a list of 59 other
people with similar symptoms.
We've been grinding peppers the same way
for the past 12 years.
No one has ever gotten sick.
Until now.
Ms. Bingum, before my factory was built,
this city was a ghost town.
Every major company either
moved to Mexico or shut down.
Now we are the city's largest employer
with over 500 employees.
That's wonderful. Really.
But it doesn't negate the fact
that your pepper fumes
are making people sick!
My factory is up to code,
and we're in full
compliance with state law.
I came here as a courtesy,
but I will not shut down.
Ms. Rivera, as a courtesy,
I invited you here,
so you either shut down on your own accord
or I will find a way to force you to.
Knock, knock!
So, Jane's off to court,
so you got me and my muffins.
- Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.
Do you want me to read to
you? I brought some magazines.
Actually, I wanted to talk
with you about something.
Oh! I am all ears.
Stacy, can you keep a secret?
You know I can.
I never told you that
Jane was actually Deb.
Yeah, I have no idea how
you kept that to yourself.
It was not easy.
- So tell me your secret.
- Okay.
A few days ago, I bought
Jane an engagement ring.
You're going to propose?
Yeah. I originally planned
a trip to Laguna Beach.
I was gonna propose, you
know, by the water at sunset,
and, given what just happened,
I... I don't want to wait any longer.
I am so happy for you two.
And it's serendipitous,
because I am also...
Never mind. This is about you and Jane.
- Will you hand me my dopp kit?
- Ooh!
All right.
Now... will you go to my
house and bring back the ring?
It's in a red box in my desk.
Of course.
You and Jane are getting married!
I think I'm gonna cry!
But first I'm gonna get your ring.
Okay.
Airborne toxins are of great concern
to the department of
toxic-substance control.
So, little lady, what is
your offending substance?
Hot sauce.
- Hot sauce?
- That's right.
See, the fumes from the Calico
Hot Sauce pepper grind are toxic.
Ms. Bingum, toxic control
deals with problems like...
like chemical spills and poisonous gas.
Mr. Blund, 60 people have
been sent to the hospital
for allergic reactions.
Yes, well, I'm... I'm
really sorry to hear that,
but my department does not consider
pepper fumes to be dangerous.
What it is is a nuisance.
Well, thank you very much,
because you have been
absolutely no help whatsoever.
Wait a minute.
Uh, you said that the
pepper fumes are a nuisance?
Yes, they are. Nothing more.
Yeah.
Yeah, I can work with that.
Giving my ring to that floozy.
Ha!
Nobody under 60 uses
the word "Floozy," lady.
Okay. Dad, mom thinks you lied
about losing the ring. Did you?
Kimmy, I swear to God, no, I did not lie.
I was cleaning up the
apartment a couple years ago...
He's lying. He hasn't
cleaned anything in his life.
I sent your mother an email saying,
"You want the ring, come get it."
She sends me an email back saying,
"I don't want it, and
you can burn in hell."
Well, that's a beautiful story,
except not one word of it is true.
Look, if you don't hand over the ring,
I am going to sue you,
and Kim is going to be my lawyer.
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nobody needs a lawyer here.
Is that right?
If she's representing anybody,
it's gonna be me, sweetheart!
Oh, that's a nice try, darling,
except that I'm the one who
encouraged her to go to law school
while you blew her
inheritance on a goat farm.
Alpacas.
And she's going to be representing me,
because she's already defending
me on a public indecency charge.
Public indecency? Let me guess.
You ate tuna salad in public.
Okay, you guys just
stay here and stay quiet.
- Owen. Hi. I need your help.
- Hey. Hey.
Dad, you remember Owen, right?
- Hey, Owen!
- Hey, Larry. How you doing?
Hey! Pretty good.
Married a 35-year-old
spinning instructor.
Oh, good for you.
Yeah, we're having a little family
dispute, so I could use your help.
You represent dad.
I'll represent mom.
- I'm all yours.
- Great.
Can we resolve this as soon as possible
so we can all get on with our lives?
Especially me. Mmm?
- Okay.
- Yeah.
The Calico Hot Sauce factory
is a textbook public nuisance.
Therefore, we are asking
that the factory be shut down
until the Riveras remedy
their toxic emissions problem.
According to the California civil code,
public nuisance suits are barred
if the facility has been in
operation for more than three years,
which is the case.
The plaintiffs have no
legal right to complain now.
Well, that would be true,
except the Riveras expanded
their factory 10 months ago,
nearly doubling its capacity.
Therefore, the clock resets.
Capacity expanded, but
so did the exhaust system,
to accommodate the increased load.
As a fan of Calico Hot Sauce,
it pains me to say this,
but I've reviewed the medical complaints,
and I agree with Ms. Bingum.
I'm ordering the factory closed
until sufficient corrective measures
are implemented to contain the fumes.
Hey!
Hello.
Oh!
Not that I'm complaining,
but, uh, why are we dancing?
Can't a guy practice for his own wedding?
You're getting married?
No.
Yes.
Stacy and I are engaged. Don't tell anyone.
- Wow! That's amazing!
- Shh!
When's the wedding?
'Cause, you know, you
could use the practice.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I take it back.
Oh, and, uh, Kim called.
You're late for court.
Oh, crap!
Crap! Crap!
Hey, uh, next time, can I lead?
Your honor, my client contends
that Mr. Kaswell's new bride
is wearing a ring that belongs to her.
Show the ring, honey.
It was awarded to my client
during their divorce settlement.
Item 17.
While that's true, the plaintiff
subsequently abandoned said ring,
which we contend is now my
client's personal property.
As such, he has the right to
give it to anyone he chooses.
You're arguing over property
from a 23-year-old divorce?
Yes. I'm sorry.
Your honor, excuse me,
but I can't seem to find
a record of the Kaswells'
divorce in the system.
When was the final
settlement agreement filed?
- Never.
- What?
Yeah, your mother
wouldn't drive it to court.
Why should I drive?
His car had air conditioning.
Anyway, the big spender didn't
want to pay the filing fee.
What am I, a rockefeller?
Can you imagine having to live with that?
Your honor, the divorce settlement
was signed by both parties,
which constitutes acceptance,
so if we can turn this
matter over to the court...
No. We cannot.
If the final agreement was never filed,
their divorce was never official.
You know that, Ms. Kaswell.
You're saying my parents
are still legally married?
Quite right.
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
And since you are both
subsequently remarried...
Yeah, some of us age appropriately!
Okay.
Since you both have subsequently remarried,
you both have committed bigamy,
which is punishable by
up to a year in prison.
They're not bigamists.
I mean, they clearly don't want
to be married to each other.
Take these two into custody.
Are you kidding?
They have no respect for the law
and no respect for my courtroom.
We're done here.
You should have seen Lily Rivera's face
when the judge shut down her factory.
And Dana says her daughter
is already feeling better,
and so are the others.
- And so am I.
- Oh.
So... why don't you close that curtain?
In the hospital?
Okay.
- Uh! Oh.
- Paul!
Sorry. This just arrived
for you at the office.
Oh, my God. I'm being sued.
I'm just a messenger. Carry on.
The employees of Calico Hot Sauce
are suing me and the firm
for tortious interference with contract.
Some of the workers must have been
laid off due to the factory closure.
Are they claiming it's your fault?
Yeah, and it gets worse.
They say Harrison and Parker
represents Calico's number
one competitor, Ryder Foods,
and that our public nuisance suit
was only filed to benefit
our pre-existing client.
Damn it!
I forgot to run a conflict check.
With everything moving so
fast, don't blame yourself.
Grayson, this could bankrupt our firm.
You didn't run a conflict check?
What are you, a first year associate?
I'm sorry.
Teri usually takes care of that,
and she's out on leave, and, you know,
I have been the teensiest bit preoccupied
ever since ooh, yeah, Grayson was shot!
So, please, forgive me, Owen,
if a client conflict check
happened to slip my mind.
I'm sorry, okay?
- I'm very sorry.
- Okay.
Jane, how are you gonna fix this?
By demonstrating to the court
that our underlying case
against Calico Hot Sauce
was not merely a hatchet job
on behalf of Ryder Foods.
That sounds good,
but you're already on
shaky ground to begin with.
You described Calico's chili pepper fumes
as toxic time bombs.
Those factory workers should
be thanking us, not suing us.
They're at ground zero for chili exposure.
How many factory workers got sick?
Were any of them hospitalized?
Um, I don't know,
but here's a list of everyone
who went to the hospital.
Wait a minute.
This is a list of all the
employees who are suing us.
- Zero overlap.
- What?
Okay, every affected person was treated
at Saint Catherine's Hospital,
which is in the northwestern part of town.
Memorial hospital's closer to the factory.
Okay, uh, maybe...
maybe... maybe the winds blew the
fumes in a northwestern direction?
No, that pepper cloud
blanketed the entire city,
which means the physical
reactions to the fumes
should be evenly dispersed.
Unless...
Unless?
Unless something else is
making those people sick.
I always said orange is your color.
And that lipstick certainly isn't yours.
You know, an attitude like that
could get you shivved in a place like this.
Have you come here to criticize me?
Because if so, arts and
crafts starts in 10 minutes,
and I'd rather not be late.
Actually, I have good news.
The judge has agreed to
drop the bigamy charges
and let you and dad out of here.
We just need to execute a new
copy of the divorce settlement.
Dad has even agreed to
let you keep your ring,
so just sign next to his signature
and your marriage will be over... again.
I don't think so.
I never liked that
settlement in the first place.
No, Mom. You don't understand.
You and dad don't get out
of jail until you sign.
No, look, I have a second
chance to divorce your father,
and I want to make sure I do it right.
Of course, I'm gonna continue
to need you to represent me.
Seriously?
You've already shut
down my family business.
What else could you possibly want from me?
Miss Rivera,
I want to apologize.
Calico Hot Sauce
didn't directly cause the
people of Irwindale to get sick.
- But in court you said...
- I know.
A private lab tested my
client's daughter's blood,
and she's positive for MBTE.
It's a gasoline additive
that California banned 10 years ago.
And you think it's this MBTE
that's causing the itchy eyes
and the breathing problems?
Not exactly.
Please... please take a seat.
Unfortunately, that is
still your pepper fumes.
See, MBTE weakens the immune system
so people are more sensitive
to the pepper fumes.
You mentioned earlier a
number of local factories
that closed during the recession.
Were any of them gas or oil companies?
There was a company called Exvium Chemical
a couple miles northwest of my factory.
That's exactly where
people are getting sick.
- Well, can you explain all this to the judge?
- No.
See, even though this is not your fault,
the court won't let you operate
because the pepper fumes would
still negatively affect the residents
that have been exposed to MBTE.
If I don't get my factory back
online by the end of the week,
I'll be declaring bankruptcy.
That will devastate this community.
I will do everything I can
to make sure that that doesn't happen.
Rita, you're just being spiteful!
I just want what is mine
23 years of back alimony!
Alimony?
You've been married three times since me!
I think what my client is trying to say
is that under California law,
alimony obligations expire upon remarriage.
Yes, except, according to the judge,
none of my client's
subsequent marriages are valid,
since she was never legally
divorced from your client.
Ha. Fork it over, Larry.
Even if I was loaded,
you wouldn't get a dime.
Hmm. In that case,
I think we're gonna be
here a little bit longer.
I sure hope your floozy
doesn't get lonely without you.
Hey.
Grayson.
Are you sleeping?
Okay.
Whoa!
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
Oh, my oh, my...
I'm getting married!
Grayson proposed?
Well, not exactly, but
in his hospital room,
while he was asleep,
I found an engagement ring.
Yay! So exciting!
I know, right?
Hey, Stace, how come you
don't sound more surprised?
Oh, my God, you totally knew!
Grayson kind of asked me to get
the ring for him from his house.
Sorry I didn't say anything.
No, of course you couldn't say anything.
Even though you really should have.
I mean, we don't keep secrets
like that from each other.
But you wouldn't have
wanted to ruin the surprise,
so I totally forgive you!
But don't hide anything
from me again, okay?
Jane, funny thing. Mmm-hmm.
Um, there's something
else I haven't told you.
Spill.
Owen and I are engaged, too.
I'm so happy for you, Stace.
Thank you.
I didn't want to say anything
until Grayson was feeling better.
Yeah.
- Can you believe this?
- Mmm-mmm.
I mean, we're both getting married.
Ooh! Hold on.
It is exactly what we thought
it would be in high school,
except, you know, you switching bodies
and me being pregnant.
That's true.
Wait. Grayson asked you to
bring the ring to the hospital?
Mmm-hmm.
He was being all "Carpet diem."
Not wanting to wait another moment.
Stace, Grayson gets
released from the hospital
tomorrow afternoon,
so he must be planning to
propose to me when I pick him up.
He is! He told me so!
Oh, my God!
Yay!
Kim, we need to talk.
Okay. What's up?
Well, before your parents got
hit with the bigamy charge,
I, uh, had a computer forensics expert
go through your dad's email
to verify that he had
offered the ring to your mom.
Well... the expert came up
with this email exchange
from three years ago.
Larry Kaswell.
"I found your damn ring. Come and get it."
Rita.
"Why would I want anything from you?
"And by the way, you can burn in hell."
Your dad was telling
the truth the whole time.
I'm a grown woman, and my
parents still drive me insane.
Join the club, Kim.
But for what it's worth...
uh, my mom passed away
suddenly six years ago.
I'm so sorry. I didn't...
We hadn't talked in months.
She, uh...
she annoyed and embarrassed me.
And I always thought that...
we would make up at some point.
It never happened.
Just...
Uh, I guess what I'm...
what I'm trying to say is, uh...
You want me to cut my mom some slack.
I want you to do whatever you want.
If you'll excuse me, I have to
go have a word with my client.
Of course. Good luck.
Thank you.
How's it going, Boss?
Uh, not now, Paul. I'm busy.
Hey, when Teri asked me to fill in for her,
she told me to check
in on you periodically,
so, whatcha doing?
Seriously, really busy.
I can help.
How? You said so yourself
you can't even make toast.
Well, that's true.
But before Teri left,
she taught me how to do legal research.
Come on. Give me a shot.
Just think of me as
your new sassy assistant.
If it helps, I can wear
a vest and manly trousers.
All right.
Pull all permits, inspection reports,
and complaints for Exvium
Chemical, and be thorough.
I need absolutely everything.
- I'm on it.
- Thank you.
And please make an
appointment for my manicure.
- French tips?
- Yeah, that'll be perfect.
You have time to get your nails done?
There's always time to get your nails done.
What's up?
I have good news and bad news.
Exvium Chemical declared chapter
11 bankruptcy a few years ago.
That better be the bad news.
How can I make them clean up a toxic spill
if they don't exist anymore?
The good news is you might have some luck
with the folks who took
control of the property.
Uh, yes, toxic control took
possession of the Exvium Chemical plant
after the company went belly-up.
I'm glad to hear it,
because I've discovered
that Calico Hot Sauce
is not the real culprit in Irwindale.
Rather, it's MBTE, found
at the Exvium plant.
Here are my findings.
Oh, well, thank you for
bringing this to my attention.
You are more than welcome.
So, let's... let's call the
crew and start the clean-up.
Yeah, well, it could take
a year, or possibly more.
Contaminated groundwater is causing
life-threatening illnesses now,
and until it is cleaned up,
people will continue to get sick.
Ms. Bingum, I totally
understand. Really, I do.
But we have other priorities here.
You know what?
In that case, we're suing you,
under the comprehensive
environmental response.
Compensation, and liability act.
As a state agency,
toxic control enjoys
immunity from such suits
pursuant to the eleventh circuit's ruling
in US vs. fleet factors.
Now, please,
show yourself out.
Do you mind explaining to me
why you've put us all through hell
over a ring that you
knew wasn't even yours?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Now... these emails prove nothing.
Actually, they prove everything.
Mom, are you just trying to punish dad
for marrying a younger woman?
I have no interest in
punishing your father,
though Lord knows he deserves it.
But, you know, frankly, I'm not surprised
that you take his side in this.
What are you talking about?
You asked him to move in with you
for three months after Noah was born.
You're mad at me for inviting
dad to move in with me?
When you were a kid, I
was there, he was gone.
Yet today,
he gets to enjoy a
relationship with your son,
and I'm stuck out in Siberia.
Mom, if you want to be
involved in Noah's life,
all you have to do is ask.
A mother shouldn't have to ask.
A mother shouldn't be so obstinate.
Well, now you know where you get it from.
Mom, I was angry at dad for a long time,
but he's changed.
He's trying to be a good
father and grandfather,
so I'm... I'm trying to be a good daughter,
for my sake and for Noah's.
I know what a good job you did raising me.
Now that I'm a mom myself, I
appreciate you more than ever.
You do?
Of course I do.
You may be nuts,
but I still love you.
Come on.
You have a mani-pedi at 3:00 with Olivia.
How was your meeting with toxic control?
Not good.
I did my research on Exvium Chemical.
Well, it doesn't matter anymore.
I can't hold them accountable.
Oh, good, because I combed
through every database.
I went through boxes, I googled,
I did everything Teri taught me to do,
except order a steak dinner
and charge it to the firm.
I couldn't find any
complaints against the company.
What is this?
Just a temporary permit
issued by toxic control
to Exvium Chemical in 1984.
Like I said, I went through
everything, but it's not relevant.
Where are the subsequent permits?
This is only active for six months.
I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything else.
Well, someone hasn't been doing their job.
Jane, if there was anything else
out there, I would have found it.
Teri was a very thorough
and slightly abusive teacher.
I'm not talking about you.
I am talking about toxic control.
They've been very, very bad.
And that's very, very good?
Paul... thank you.
Your honor, we ask that
you compel toxic control
to clean up the former Exvium Chemical site
and order the agency
to provide fresh water
to the people of Irwindale
until the MBTE contamination is eliminated.
As Mr. Blund has already told Ms. Bingum,
government has immunity.
Oh, there's an exception to that immunity.
Yeah. Oh, here it is.
"The immunity shall not apply to the state
"where it has contributed
"to the release of hazardous substances."
The department of toxic control
has certainly contributed to
this problem. Isn't that right?
No, we merely took control after
Exvium Chemical abandoned the property.
Come on. Your department
didn't inherit this problem.
In a very real sense, you caused it.
Please explain, Ms. Bingum.
In 1984, toxic control inspected
the recently built Exvium Chemical facility
and granted a temporary permit.
Now, the original inspector
was supposed to return six
months later to re-inspect.
Well, guess what.
He didn't return.
In fact, he never returned.
So, for almost 20 years,
the chemical plant operated under
that expired temporary permit.
Nevertheless, the chemical
spill was not our fault.
That's where you're wrong.
If toxic control had fulfilled
its regulatory duties,
the MBTE spill would have been caught
and the chemical never would
have leaked into the water table.
Mr. Blund, anything you want
to add before I make my ruling?
I'm gonna need to study the
situation and get back to the court.
You honor, I have a copy of
the temporary permit from 1984.
And guess whose signature is on it.
Now, I'll give you a hint.
He's in the courtroom,
and his initials are "George Blund."
Care to explain why you never returned?
At this time, I wish to plead the fifth.
Based on Mr. Blund's deliberate
failure to inspect the facility,
I can only assume that he was
subject to some sort of bribe.
So I shared my theory with the
DA's office, and they agreed.
Turns out, they're looking into
criminal charges as we speak.
Okay, here's what's gonna happen.
I'm ordering toxic control
to clean up the Exvium site
and provide fresh water
for all affected residents
until the site meets EPA standards.
Your honor, with fresh water,
the residents are no
longer exposed to MBTE.
Thus, I'm asking you to lift the injunction
against Calico Hot Sauce
and reopen the factory.
So ordered.
And I call dibs on the first bottle.
Look who's back from the park!
- Hi, guys!
- Hey!
- We played in the sand, went down the slide.
- Aw.
Yeah, little Noah even
made himself a new friend.
- Really?
- A cute little three month old.
Yeah, he likes younger women, too.
Uh, look, Dad, Courtney.
I owe you an apology for the
way I reacted to your big news.
I'm sorry.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry I
didn't tell you sooner.
And truth be known, I... I was
just nervous on how you'd react.
Well, I thought we had plans
for just a quiet family dinner
the three of us.
What the hell are they doing here?
They are just bringing
Noah back from the park.
Oh! I see. Well, you can go now.
Mom, if you want to be
a part of Noah's life,
then you and dad are gonna
have to learn how to get along.
Yeah, look, Rita, for the baby. Come on.
That's a boy.
Come on, go to grandma here.
That's it.
Let's put the past behind
us, where it belongs.
What do you say?
Okay, look...
I'm sorry that I made you
spend extra time in jail.
Well, it's all right.
I probably deserved it.
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, uh,
Noah's got a little gift
for you there, Grandma.
Oh!
Well, we got to be going.
Bye.
Hey.
Hey.
I was thinking.
Since Jane is bringing
home Grayson tonight,
we don't need to keep our
engagement a secret anymore.
Oh.
Well, yeah. Yeah. That's true.
I mean, no reason to hold back.
Okay, I have one thing to confess.
I kind of told Jane.
I thought we agreed to keep it quiet.
Well, she's my best friend. I'm sorry.
Are you mad?
I told Paul.
You did?
And Kim.
And Grayson.
And the UPS guy.
And some people I met on the elevator.
- I don't even know who they were.
- Owen!
Marrying you is gonna be the greatest
thing that ever happened to me.
I was crazy to think I
could keep it to myself.
Okay. Are we all set?
- Yes, we are.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Oh, would you mind doing me a favor?
- Sure.
My boyfriend is gonna propose,
and I'm not supposed to know about it...
but I would love a photo
to capture the happiest moment of my life.
Okay. Of course. Congratulations.
Thank you. Thanks. Follow me.
Code blue, room 305.
Prepare to intubate.
I need 12 French tubes and...
Grayson.
Ma'am, please wait outside.
Give him an amp of epi
and continue fluids wide open.
What's happening?
The bullet fragment embolized
and blocked the pulmonary artery.
Any rhythm?
He's in V-fib.
All right. Put the pads on now.
Roll him towards me once the pads are on.
One, two, three.
No sinus rhythm.
All right. Charging the 360. All clear?
Clear.
Shock.
- V-fib.
- Use them again.
Charging to 360. All clear?
- Clear.
- Shock.
Still in V-fib.
Again. Charging the 360. All clear?
- Clear.
- Shock.
Asystole.
Check for pulse.
Negative.
No pulse.
I'm calling it.
Time of death 5:17 PM.
Uh, let's give her a moment.