All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S01E03 - Do Over (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Celdra)_Subtítulos01.ENG

See that aspiring model there?

That was me-- Deb--
Until the day I died.

I thought I'd go
straight to heaven,

but there was
a bit of a mix-up

and I woke up
in someone else's body.

So now I'm Jane,

a super-busy lawyer
with my very own assistant.

I got a new life,
a new wardrobe,

and only people who really
know what's going on

are my girlfriend Stacy
and my guardian angel, Fred.

I used to think things
happened for a reason.

Whoo!

And, well,
I sure hope I was right.

* La, la, la, la-la-la-la

* La, la-la, la

Counselor.

Hello, counselor.

For God's sake, counselor,

do you even know
what you're doing?

Um...

Gonna call
any witnesses?

Yes...sir.

Y-yes, Your Honor.

I do.

I am calling
my first witness.

Mm-hmm.

Yes?

Would my first witness...
step right up!

Lovely Deb Dobkins,

it's time to play
"What's the Verdict?"

Please, show the witness
what she's won.

The moment
we've been waiting for.

What's behind the curtain?

What was behind
the curtain?

I don't know.

I have had this dream
every night for a week,

and I never see
behind the curtain.

Maybe it's a pony.

Or...Ewan McGregor.

Maybe it's Ewan McGregor
riding a pony!

Stacy!
Right. Focus.

I am terrified
in these dreams.

I have no idea
what I'm doing in court.

You know
what Dr. Oz would say?

These are stress dreams.
That's all.

I mean, look at yourself.
Do I have to?

You've gone into that office
every day

and acted all lawyerly
for three weeks straight.

When have you ever worked
this hard?

Hello. Miami.
The body tan shoot.

Hello. That was one week.
And you were on a yacht.

You know what those dreams are
telling you? You need a break.

Pack a bag, hon.
We're going on a road trip.

Palm Springs.

I can be ready to go
in 15 minutes.

Really? I thought you had
an audition today.

New career strategy.

Reject them
before they reject me.

Face it, I'm a model.
No one's hiring me to act.

Come on, we leave now, we can
be neck-deep in mud by noon.

You know what?
Sold!

I'm gonna go get dressed.
Pick me up at work in an hour.

No. No work.

It's payday.

Somewhere in that building,

there's a paycheck
with my name on it.

And when I find it,
Palm Springs is on me.

What do you say?

I say...
see you in an hour.

Malpractice?

Oh, it gets better.

Malpractice
against a shrink.

And I know how much
you love the shrinks.

Mm-hmm.
But it's your case.

Was my case. I'm bowing out.
Conflict of interest.

What was the conflict?
My interest.

I was sitting
in the middle of a depo.

You know what I realized?
Life is short.

This is what
I have associates for.

You have an appearance
in 45 minutes.

Don't mess it up.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Casual wednesday?

Oh.

I've got a...
business trip...

in Palm Springs for...

continuing
legal education?

Yes. That.
What you just said.

You mind if the new guy
rides shotgun on this one?

Good thinking, Kaswell.

We can bill him out, and
you can show him the ropes.

Seriously,
are all your clothes
at the dry cleaners again?

Um, I'm fine.

Get into something
a little less comfortable.

I'm taking the day off,
Teri.

Since when do you
say the words "day off"?

I just came in
to get my paycheck.

Speaking of which,
where do I get my paycheck?

Bingum,
you look different.

Did you do something
to your hair?
No, I...

we've got a situation.
Walk with me.

Follow me.
Bad news, worst news.

What first?
I...

Judge Summers
called this morning.

She's vacating the verdict in
Mason v. Ocean Park Trucking.

You're kidding!
Is that the bad news?

Jury misconduct.
Turns out one of the jurors
failed to disclose

a brother-in-law who worked
for Ocean Park Trucking.

But Jane kicked ass
on that trial.

That win won you
the corner office.

And how could I
forget that?

You have to kick
that ass again.
There's gonna be a retrial.

Judge Summers wants to see you
in chambers in an hour.

An hour? No, no, no, no,
that's not gonna work for me.

I know you have the memory
of an elephant--
Hey!

It's a saying.
Not actionable.

They pulled every transcript,
depo, and motion

from the first Mason trial

in case there's anything
you need to review.

Get to work, Bingum.

Okay, repeat it back to me,
from memory this time.

Carl Mason drove trucks
for Ocean Park Trucking.

He was killed when
he fell asleep at the wheel.

I represent his widow, Annie.
Angie.

Angie. Angie.
Angie.

Angie has a 9-year-old son
named Michael.

Without her husband's income,

they were about to be
foreclosed on

when you proved in court...

That Ocean Park Trucking
coerced him

into driving dangerous
and illegal double shifts.

I won a kick-ass judgment
and saved their house.

I'm so good.

Any questions?
Just one.

I just came in
because it's payday.

Can this wait
till next week?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask them?

Angie and Michael Mason?
What are they doing here?

The case
is being re-tried,

which means they never
received the money they won.

I'm guessing she's worried
they're gonna
lose their house.

Are they?
No.

But they need to hear it
from you.

Tell her
it's gonna be all right.

Jane, I know we should have
called first,

but when I got
the news--

It's gonna be all right.

How can they have another
trial? We already won.

Well, we're gonna win again.
I promise.

We will-- Uh...

Clearly,
I am missing something here.

I don't understand.

What I'm saying is,
maybe we could push the trial

just a few days...

I understand what
a continuance is, Ms. Bingum.

What I don't understand
is why.

Well, first of all,
I need time to prepare.

What's to prepare?

It's like giving birth.
I've never done that.

The point is,
it is a re-trial.
You've already done it once.

And besides, you're the most
thoroughly prepared lawyer.

I'm sure you're
good at stuff too.

Honestly? I really need
a mental-health day.

I'm supposed to be
on my way to the desert.

Counsel.
My best friend, Stacy,

is in my office right now
with a cooler

and an iPod
loaded with road-trip music.

Is there something wrong
with you?

I mean, in the head,
in the noggin, upstairs?

What? No.

I heard you got shot.

It's true. I did.

Did it affect your ability
to reason, your judgment?

Nope. Total flesh wound.
Didn't even feel it.

Hmm.
If you say so.

My calendar is a mess.

I want this off my docket.
We start immediately.

Get out of my office.
Have a lovely day.

"Mental-health day."

I'd like
a mental-health month.

Maybe a year.
Somewhere in the islands,

String bikini, a thong,
a guy named Wong.

For the first year,

Jake and I
had the kind of marriage

that made our friends
jealous.

Until his second personality
emerged?

Believe me,
I know how that sounds.

Dissociative
identity disorder.

You're familiar with it?

Very familiar.
Really?

I watched a lot
of All My Children

when I was studying
for the bar.

I know
it seems far-fetched.

But trust me,
it is real.

Simon could not be
more different than Jake.

Simon is the man
he turned into?

Jake is your basic type-a,
adventure-seeking,

"let's climb the matterhorn
this summer" frat boy.

That's the guy I fell for.

Simon should work
for the I.R.S.

He's cranky.

He hates people,
spends all day in the library,

will only eat foods
that are white.

You know the type?

I've dated them.

If he were a dwarf,
he'd be Grumpy.

Exactly.

I would come home
from work,

and I wouldn't know
which guy I'd get.

I found this Dr. Farrar who
specialized in this condition,

and I convinced Jake to go.

She treated him
for six months,

and she got rid of one of
the personalities:

the wrong one.

So now you're stuck
with Simon?

24 hours a day,
7 days a week.

Why do you think I'm suing?

Um, we'll be right in.

Okay.

You sure about this?

Psychiatric malpractice
is always a gamble,

but we limit our scope
to negligent treatment,

I think we've got
a pretty strong case.

You're the boss.

Not yet. But someday.

This is a waste of my time.

Your Hon--
We move for summary judgment.

It seems to me Dr. Farrar did
what she was supposed to do.

She was given a patient
with multiple personalities,

and she sent back a patient
with a single personality.

That's not the whole--

I'm inclined to grant
defense's motion
on summary judgment.

We'd like
to amend the complaint.

Excuse me? We're not suing
for malpractice.

Then what exactly
are you suing for?

Wrongful death.

Steve
Are you kidding me?

No one died!

Counselor.

Now, hear me out,
Your Honor.

The man that Selette Garner
fell in love
with no longer exists.

His thoughts, his hopes,
his memories-- All gone.

everything that made
Jake Garner Jake Garner

has been extinguished.

So it's not a joke,
Your Honor, not to our client.

Jake Garner is dead.
Dr. Farrar is responsible.

You've got my attention.
You cannot be serious.

I've adjudicated
6 bankruptcies
and two zoning disputes.

Finally,
something interesting.

Your Honor--
I want to see
if there's a case.

I'm agreeing to a brief
evidentiary hearing.

Witnesses tomorrow.

* Ow!

* Mmm, yeah

Fred.
The mail's on the floor.

Who is she...

and why does she make me feel
the...way I feel?

Who, Stacy?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
We are not doing this.

You are here for me,
Fred.

You're not to
be ogling friends.
Are you allowed to ogle?

Isn't that against
guardian angel rules?

I've heard about
physical attraction before.

Chemically,
I-- I understand it,

but I've never
experienced it.

What,
you've never had a crush?

U-up there,
all I meet are dead people.

Well, forget it, okay?
Stacy's out of your league.

You'll be setting up
for a world of hurt.

No, no.
Y-you don't understand.

I-- Look at this--
I-- I can't help it.

I want to-- I want to
do her grocery shopping.

I want to--
I want to reroof her house.

I want to hunt animals and--
And bring her the meat.

Okay, I don't
have time for this, Fred.

But I'm telling you,
it's never gonna happen.

So just
keep your meat to yourself.

Really?
No road trip?

I'm sorry.
She wouldn't postpone it.

I tried everything,
and she got all judge-y on me.

But at least you could go
to your audition.

Already missed it.

Hey, Grayson didn't see you,
did he?

I've been hiding in here
the whole time.

But sooner or later,

you have to explain
how we know each other.

I pick later.

Here.

Um...I was gonna wait
until we got to Palm Springs

to show you this...

I made the paper!

There's a "but."
Don't freak out.

Okay.

That's not me!

Mnh-mnh.

They put in
the wrong picture?

Why does this always happen?
I can't even die right.

Don't worry.
We'll fix it.

I found awesome pictures
of you.

We'll take one of these
down to the paper

and make them rerun it--
Look.

Spring break in Cabo.

That was the best.

What about this one
in the hot tub?

I mean, that would make
an amazing obituary photo.

I don't know.
It's my final photo.

A lasting impression.

I just want it to be...
dignified.

And it will be.

They can totally Photoshop
a bikini back on you.

I am going to go home,
crank up my thermostat,

and pretend
I'm in the desert.

Excuse me.

Whew. I...

Some guardian angel.

How could you let them
screw up my obituary?

The last time I talked to Carl
was the night of the accident.

He was in Santa Fe,
and he called to tell us

that he would see us
the following day.

Because he missed you?

Because his boss
was insisting

that he push on through
to L.A.

Objection. Hearsay.
I don't think so.

This would be
a hearsay exception

seeing as how Carl Mason
is unavailable

due to him being dead.

Overruled.

Nice try.

16 hours of driving

violates the Department
of Transportation's

"hours of service" regulation,
is that right?

Yes.
There's an 11-hour limit.

My husband knew that.

But the company
didn't care.

They had what they called
"priority runs,"

and Carl's boss used to
encourage Carl and the others

to drive 16,
18 hours at a time.

And by "encourage,"
you mean...

They said if he couldn't
meet the deadline,

regardless of regulations,

he shouldn't bother
coming back to work.

That's why he was driving
all night,

to save his job.

Your witness.

I just have one question,
Mrs. Mason.

Who was it that fell asleep
behind the wheel?

Was it your husband,

or was it Ocean Park Trucking
Incorporated?

My husband.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Who tucks your son in
at night,

you or Ocean Park Trucking
Incorporated?

Your Honor.
You started it, Mr. Sebell.

You can answer
the question.

I do.
Now it's just me.

Just you.

Does Michael
still ask about his dad?

Every night.

The same question:
"When's Dad coming home?"

Counselor,
are you okay?

I need a moment.

And what do you tell him?

I tell him that his dad
is always with him,

always loves him,

and I pray to God
that as he gets older,

Michael doesn't forget
his father.

He won't.

You've got to be kidding me!
Your Honor!

Objection!

Counsel's using
a flagrant display of emotion

to try and sway the jury!

No more questions.

Um, counsel,
approach please.

I'm sorry. It's just...

This isn't
dinner theater.

Are you on
some kind of medication?

Is this
post-traumatic stress?

No. It's just so sad.

This little kid...
and he won't see his father.

It just-- It gets you.

I do not know what is going on
with you, Jane.

But turn off the waterworks
and pull yourself together,
okay?

The last thing that you want
is another mistrial.

Are we clear?

Yes.

Good.

Counselor,
please show the court
what's behind the curtain.

It's obvious.

The dream means
the Jane in you

is trying to destroy
the Deb in you.

No, come on.

And she's succeeding.

That's not true.

It's a little true.
Think about it.

The only reason we're not
in Palm Springs now

is because you had to work
at your job.

I'm trying to help my client
and her kid.

Sue me for caring.
Sue yourself.

You're the lawyer.

You know something?

The only reason you wanted
to go to Palm Springs

was because
you needed an excuse
to miss another audition.

Take that back.
No, admit it.

You are terrified of making
the model-to-actress leap.

That is so not true.

It's a little true.

So you think about that.
I'm gonna be late.

Have a good day, Jane.

Fred,
what are you doing here?

I'm a messenger. It's my job.
I deliver stuff.

Uh, here.
I got your check.

You could have given this
at the office.

I figured you might need it
immediately. I'm thoughtful.

Fred,
go back to the office.

Don't do this.

Did we get a new UPS guy?
Where's Pedro?

Um, hi.
Uh, Stacy, right?

I'm Fred. Remember me
from Jane's office.

You've probably heard her
talk about me.

No.

Kind of, uh, keep everything
running over there.

I coordinate document delivery
and retrieval.

He's a messenger,
who was just leaving.

Uh, but before I do, I was
wondering if you would like

to share a meal with me...
at a-a nice restaurant.

I can pay.

Oh, you're asking me out.
So sweet.

I'm sorry. I'm just
not in that place right now.

Say hi to Pedro for me.

What--?
What does that mean?

That's just...
something we say.

So when do you think
she's gonna be in that place?

Never, Fred.

She's saying she's never
going to be in that place.

Mmm.

Mr. Parker.
I heard there was blubbering.

Excuse me?

Judge Summers called.
She was not happy.

It wasn't blubbering.
I may have showed emotion.

You know why
I hired you, Bingum?
I watched you in court.

You were rock-solid without
any of the other nonsense--

The drama,
the blubbering.

I'm still rock-solid.
Feel these arms.

Whatever you did with this
trial the first time,
do it again.

Don't worry. Apparently, I won
this trial last time

with a whistle-blower.

He goes back on the stand
today.

By the end of the day,
the trial will be over.

No more emotion.

Make it so.

"Feel these arms"?

Not only
did I do nothing wrong,

my treatment
was so successful,

I'm submitting this case
to psychiatric journals.

You follow
American Psychiatric
Association guidelines?

To a T.

Your witness.

Dr. Farrar,
when Selette Garner
first came to see you,

did you tell her
you could help her husband?

Yes, I diagnosed
dissociative identity disorder

and told her
I could treat him.

Did you tell her
that you would restore Jake,

her husband's personality,
that you could
get rid of Simon?

I did.

Is the fact that you
failed miserably

in the first paragraph
of your journal article?

Your Honor.
It's a good question.

I did not fail.

During the course
of treatment,
I discovered that Jake,

the personality
that Selette first met,

was not
the original personality.

Jake was an elaborate
and long-standing construct.

He--
He never really existed.

Simon was
the original personality.

I did my job. I cured him.

When your patient
paid for his visits,

what name did he sign
on his checks?

Jake Garner.
And his medical consent form,

same thing,
Jake Garner? That's right.
But you have to--

Then tell me. If Jake Garner
wasn't a real person,

if he was a construct,
as you say,

how is the consent form
he signed even valid?

And haven't you committed
fraud by cashing those checks?

No further questions.

I look forward to reading
your article, doctor.

Jane?

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I-- I didn't think
you were here.

I-- I didn't think--
She took a good picture.

She was beautiful.

Hello, hello.
Am I interrupting?

No.

Jane, your face is all red.
Are you...blushing?

No. I was...

...running laps earlier.

What's up?

Um, Parker wanted to know
if we were free for dinner,

update him on the case.

8:00?

Sure.
Excuse me.

I'm due in court.

You might want to get
an ointment or cream.

She is unbelievable!

What?
"Dinner with Parker."

That girl is like
a Venus flytrap with boobs.

Parker never has dinner
with associates.

Mr. Sagansky, thank you
for joining us again.

How long did you work

as a truck driver
for Ocean Park Trucking?

Nine years.
And do you recognize

the president of Ocean Park
Trucking in this room?

Yeah, that's Mr. Hall,
right there.

And sitting next to him?

That's Gary Monroe,
V.P. of operations.

Mr. Sagansky, is it true

that on at least
six occasions,

Mr. Monroe
threatened to fire you

if you refused to drive
an illegal double shift?

No.

And isn't it true that--?

Excuse me?

I said no.

No, he didn't threaten
to fire you

on six different occasions?

No, he didn't.

No one at the company ever
asked me to drive
a double shift.

Do you maybe
want to take a moment

and try answering
that question again?

Objection.
Asked and answered. Twice.

Yeah, I can count,
counselor.

Sustained.

But Your Honor, he's...

permission to treat
Mr. Sagansky as
a hostile witness.

Proceed.

10 months ago, you sat
in this room and testified

that Ocean Park Trucking told
you to break regulations

and coerced you into driving
illegal double shifts.

Were you lying then,
or are you lying now?

10 months ago,
I was a mess

because my friend Carl
had been killed...

...and I was looking
for someone to blame.

Are you kidding me?
Counsel.

But, Your Honor, aren't you
gonna do anything about this?

Objection.
We're gonna take a recess.

What? No!
It's all in the transcript!
This isn't fair!

How much did they pay you
to change your story?

Your Honor, objection.

Uh, Ms. Bingum?
I am warning you. Zip it.

Me? What about him?

This witness is,
quite obviously,

a big, fat, fricking liar.

That's it.
And if you can't see it,

you might as well trade in
that polyester robe

for a big fuzzy muumuu!

Enough, okay?

Bailiff, take Ms. Bingum
into custody!

I'm holding her in contempt.

What?

What?

What did I say?

Thank you.

I'm not talking to you.

What are you gonna do,
hold your breath till I leave?

Come on.

I always thought
that you could have

a little more passion
in the courtroom,

but I think
you overcompensated.

You know what happened
in court today wasn't fair.

Fair?

Do you remember the summer
you clerked for me?

Um...vaguely.

The Turner case.

I planted a flag.
Equal pay for equal work.

I was overturned on appeal.
That wasn't fair.

Remember what you told me?

Vaguely.

That the system was about
due process.

That if I wanted fair,
I should go to a fairgrounds.

I said that to you?
Did you slap me?

No.

But maybe I should have.

You're going through
something, aren't you?

You're not the same.

I'm not.

You want to tell me
about it?

You wouldn't believe me
if I did.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to keep you
in here till about 9:00.

Otherwise, everyone's gonna
think I've gone soft.

After that,
have someone from your firm

come and sign you out,
all right?

But Jane...
think about getting some help.

I'll see you in court.

I apologize
on Parker's behalf.

His last-minute
text cancelation-- Very tacky.

It's okay.

Well,
we'll just get even--

Order the expensive things
on the menu and bill him.

If you'd still like to eat.

I'm not gonna turn down
a free meal.

Um, may we have
the wine list, please?

Thank you.

So...

I guess we just update
each other.

Your case
seems to be going well.

Thanks to you.

Wrongful death?
Stroke of genius.

When we win,
I'll make sure Parker knows.

Oh, it's fine.
You don't have to.

Oh, don't do that.
Quietly competent
doesn't make partner.

Did that just sound
really cutthroat?

No.

Okay, you need to work

on your poker face.

Sorry, I should get that.

It might be Parker.
Oh, just let it go.

I can't imagine what he--
Hello?

Jane?
Is everything all right?

Where are you?

Can people actually
kill themselves
with shoelaces?

I'll let you know.

I'm so sorry
I ruined your night.

Jane, it's fine.
No, I-- I tried Teri.

I even tried
the new mailroom guy.

Stop apologizing.
You didn't ruin anything.

Parker never even showed.

You don't say.

You really called him
a liar to his face,

right in the middle
of court?

Actually,
I think my exact words were

"big, fat,
fricking liar,"

but I'd have to check
the transcript.

And then I have to
burn the transcript.

Hey, you showed the jury
you cared.

Yeah, I cared so much
I got thrown into jail.

At the end of the day,
it doesn't matter.

I have no idea
how I'm gonna win this case.

Without
my whistle-blower...

How do you prove they are big,
fat, fricking liars?

Sometimes you don't have to
prove it at all.

Remember trial advocacy?

Are they a band?
Funny.

You don't always have to prove
that they're liars.

You just have to get them to
believe that you can prove it.

Sometimes,
it's not about the law at all.

Sometimes...

It's just acting.

Exactly.

What?

Oh, nothing.

It's just...

I don't know if I'm ever
gonna get used to you--

To people-- Talking to me
like I'm a lawyer.

Oh.

If we're being honest,

I still feel like a fraud
every time I step
into a courtroom,

like I'm wearing
my dad's suit,
and it's all pretend.

Except it's not,
not to my clients.

Well, then it's a good thing
they've got you.

* I thought
You put me in rapture *

* I never asked you
To dump her *

This is a terrible idea.

No, it's not.

Hey, think of it
as an acting job.

This could help me
win my case.

Okay, how do I look,

Like the owner
of a small business?

Yeah...sure...

in a porno movie.

All right, come here.
We can work with this.

I don't know, Jane.
I think you were right.

I keep skipping auditions,
because...

what if I'm a model
who can't act?

Listen to me.

You are Cameron Diaz,
not Cindy Crawford.

Cameron Diaz,
not Cindy Crawford.

Cameron Diaz,
not Cindy Crawford.

Oh, here you go. I even made
you a business card.

Oh, I love props!

* 'Cause I'm not cool

Excuse me!
Yes.

Are you Mr. Monroe?

Yes, I am.

I own
a small produce company,

and we have what I'd call
a shipping emergency,

How can I help you?
I have 1,500

South American cantaloupes

sitting on a dock
in San Pedro

that need to be in Chicago
by 6:00 p.m. tomorrow night,

or I lose
my biggest client.

6:00 p.m.
Mm-hmm.

2,000 miles.
Yeah.

That's cutting it
a little bit close.

Please, Mr. Monroe.
I'm desperate.

Can you help me
get my melons to Chicago?

My name is Simon,
Simon Dewey.

You've had that name
and personality how long?

Since I was born.

Who is Jake Garner?

Jake was a born frat boy,
you know?

Loved a good dirty joke,

everybody's best friend,
you know?

Well, did very well
with women.

And Jake met Selette
the summer after graduation.

It was Jake who proposed.

When did Simon--
Or when did you-- Re-emerge?

Well, after the wedding,
when things calmed down

and they mo-- Uh...we moved,

I started
showing up again.

And it was then
that she sent me to...

see Lois.

I mean, uh, Dr. Farrar.

Thank you.

So you're Simon pretty much
all the time now.

And Jake
is nowhere to be seen.

Why do you suppose
that is?

I don't know.
Maybe it's because
of Dr. Farrar's treatment.

Dr. Farrar got rid
of Jake.

She made it safe
for me to...

assert myself.

How did she do that?

It was a combination
of medication

and intensive sessions.

She, uh-- She told me
it was okay for me
to be myself.

She--
She showed me compassion.

In her office?

Um...

Did Dr. Farrar--
Did Lois--

Ever show you compassion
outside of her office?

Remember, you're under oath.

Yes or no--
Did you ever see your doctor

outside of the office?

Yes.

Just one more question.

Are you sleeping
with your psychiatrist, Simon?

That why she got rid of Jake?
Objection!

It's a fair question!
Do not answer that!

You bitch!
I sent you my husband
so you could help him,

and you slept with him?
Never. I only slept
with Simon.

I never touched Jake.
Oh, well, guess what, doc?

They share a penis!

Ladies, ladies.

Come on, there's enough
of this to go around. Ooh.

Jake?

How you doing, baby?

Show's over people!

I want to see counsel
in my chambers now!

Even if she slept with him,
and I'm not stipulating--

She admitted it
in court.

The fact that her husband
isn't dead is our defense.

Enough, both of you.

As entertaining
as this has been,

there's only so much
a judge can take.

I've reached a decision.
Mr. Browers is right.

I don't see wrongful death
here Thank you, Your Honor.

That case will not
be moving forward.

In which case,
we wish to refile malpractice.

Excuse me?
Dr. Farrar didn't kill anyone,

but she did sleep
with her patient.

I don't know about you,

but that sure sounds
like malpractice to me.

File the paperwork.

We'll hear witnesses
Monday morning.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Come on, babe,

I know it's complicated,
but we can figure this out.

Forget it, Jake.

Actually, it's Simon.

Oh, well,
Simon, Jake, whatever.

It's over.

I'm breaking up
with both of you.

Should we see if she wants us
to handle the divorce?

There's not enough money
in the world.

My name is Gary Monroe.

I'm the VP of operations

for Ocean Park Trucking.

Are you familiar

DepartmentA0of
Transportation's

"hours of service"
regulations?

Of course.
It's my job to be.

And how often would you say
you encourage your drivers--

Or coerce them--
To break those regulations?

Never.

At Ocean Park Trucking,

we value the safety
of drivers above all.

Even if that means you can't
deliver on time for a client?

Ms. Bingum,
you're not listening.

We wouldn't even accept a job
in the first place

if it meant we had to violate
D.O.T. regs.

Really?

Yes, really.
Are we done?

Counsel?

Look, we know
what's going on here.

This is a big waste
of everybody's time.

Is it, now?

Mr. Monroe...

do you recognize the woman
who just entered
the courtroom?

Objection.
We received no notice
of an additional witness.

She's not a witness,
Your Honor, not yet.

For now,
think of her as Exhibit A.

Stacy Barrett,
step right up!

Your Honor,
this is trial by ambush.

This is the first we've heard
of any Stacy Barrett.

Then why does your witness
look like he's about
to pass out?

I suspect he's familiar
with her.

Did you need some water,
Mr. Monroe?

Counsel,
is there a problem?

Your Honor, we'd, uh--
We'd like a short recess.

Fine.
We'll take 10 minutes.

Welcome back,
counselor.

Thank you.

Seems there's going to be
a change in management

at Ocean Park Trucking.

Hall and Monroe are out,
and your check is on its way.

We-- We can stay in our house?

Honey,
you can add a second story.

I know I've said this before,
but thank you again, Jane.

Oh.
Thank you.

Well, I'm glad
I could help...again.

Take care of each other.

Thank you.

So?

That's a good feeling.

Tell me about the settlement.
Same as last time?

More or less.

More or less?

Well,
take the first figure...

Mm.

...and double it.

Not bad.
Now double it again.

Really?

Oh, Mr. Parker,
how was poker last night?

Don't ask.
Never ask.

The guy hasn't missed
a Thursday night poker game

in, like, 10 years.

You got to admire
that commitment.

Haven't seen you around
all day.

I won my case.

I heard.

What's wrong?
Are you mad at me?

Nah.

What you said before
about Stacy,

that she's...
out of my league,

it was-- It was harsh.

But I guess it's true.

Fred,
I-- I didn't mean it.

No.
Yeah, you-- You did.

And I should have listened
to you the first time.

No. I didn't use
the right words.

I-- I wasn't
being sensitive to...

Fred, I haven't known you
very long.

I'm not exactly sure
what you are, let alone who.

But from what I can tell,
you're in a league
of your own.

And sooner or later, you will
find a girl who wants...

season tickets
to that league,

to your league and...

okay, I know I'm smart now,
but I'm not making sense,
am I?

I'm just confused...

and it hurts.

What about this: the sea
is filled with many fish.

Yeah, s-stop.
Look, I-- I--

I know I'm -- I'm supposed
to be your guardian angel.

But I'm new here,

and you kind of have
to be mine a little bit too.

Just tell me.

Could someone like me

ever wind up
with someone like...

I mean, is it--
Is it really...impossible?

Look at me, Fred.
Anything's possible.

* I'm coming home

Hey. I was just
trying to I.M. you.

God, that was a good day, huh?
I'm still buzzing.

Parker was never coming
to dinner last night, was he?

What? Of course he was.
No, he just...

Kim, it wasn't a question.
I know.

Well, I-- I wanted to...

Um...I wanted to
have dinner with you, and--

You thought you had to
manipulate me into going?

It's kind of my default.

Yeah?
How's that working for you?

I lost Deb
less than a month ago.

I don't need to be manipulated
right now.

I'm sorry.

The thing is, if you had
just called and asked,

"Hey, you want to
grab something to eat?"

I would have said yes.

* Oh, my God

* I nearly

I am telling you,
I was so good.

I was in the moment.

I actually believed

I had 1,500 rotting melons
in San Pedro.

If there was
an Academy Award

for best produce
company president
in a pending lawsuit,

you'd totally be nominated.

Nominated?
I'd totally win.

Whoo-hoo!

I'm so sorry
about Palm Springs.

I'll try not to let work
get in the way of everything.

Palm Springs
will always be there.

What about next week?

Any day but Wednesday.

I have an audition,
and I'm going.

To you.
To making the leap.

To Cameron Diaz.

Oh, my God.
I totally forgot.

Look. Today's.
They reran your obituary.

Stace, you are the best.

How did you do this?

Me? I don't have that picture.
I thought it was you.

* When I saw you
In that dress *

* I felt alone
For the first time *

* Since I left home

Hey.

Hi.

Uh, I was heading out,

and I saw you were
working late,

and, uh...

I don't know.

I was wondering if you'd
like to grab something to eat.

That would be nice.