All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S01E04 - The Chinese Wall (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 the only people who really
know what's going on with me

are my girlfriend Stacy
and my guardian angel, Fred.

I thought everything
happened for a reason.

Whoo!

...and, well,
I sure hope I was right.

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

* La, la-la, la

* I wanna change
The place where I live *

I thought
you were my friends.

Are you talking
to your shoes?

No. Only a crazy person
does that.

I'm talking to my feet.

You've completely
betrayed me.

Ah, good.
That's not crazy at all.

They're not only shorter
than my old feet,

these puppies are wide.

Therefore providing
better support.

Fred, I don't care
about support,

I care about raising my heels
to shape my calves.

I have been reading
about these shoes for a year.

I order them online,
in my new size,

and my feet are still
too wide.

So why don't you just
give the shoes to Stacy?

Or, better yet, why don't I
give the shoes to Stacy?

And then--
And then what?

She'll fall madly in love
with you?

Give it up.
You know what?

Be mad at the shoes,
not me, okay?

Besides, based on
the DVD collection
I saw in your condo,

the old Jane
was a huge romantic.

And you know what I learned
from those movies?

That the female lead character
wears twice as much makeup

in the final scene
than when we first meet her?

No.

That perseverance--

And true love,
but mainly perseverance--

Conquers all.

You and Stacy
are a total mismatch.

Exactly!

Like Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan
in You've Got Mail.

or Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan
in Sleepless in Seattle.

Or Tom Hanks--

Are guardian angels
even allowed to date
normal people?

Don't ask, don't tell.

Bingum,
you got a client waiting.

Your movies have taught me
everything I need to know

about how to win
Stacy's heart.

Just watch.

I miss my ankles.

His name
is David Beckham.

What?

I just heard.
David Beckham's in the office?

He's in
the conference room.

He needs a lawyer,
and you two are on it.

Second chair.
What?

You-- Second chair.
You are not ruining
this for me.

Kim, he's married--
Posh Spice, Victoria Beckham.

I'm in love
with the man.

I bought his aftershave,

David Beckham's Instinct,

just to spray his scent
on my pillow.

I will handle the client.

Hi, Kim Kaswell,
lead attorney.

My colleague, Jane.

So, where's our client?

Uh, Kim...
Shh.

Second chair.

Kim...

That's David Beckham?

I've always been a fan,

and when he smiles,
they kind of look alike.

Maybe he'll spray his scent
on your pillow.

Well, you're a good boy.

He's an ottoman with fur.

I'm sorry. Parker hasn't
filled us in on this case.

And I'm not really
a dog person, so...

David Beckham
is the only golden retriever

ever to win
the Pedigree Cup.

Sadly,
he passed away last year.

Um, if he died,
then what am I looking at?

I had him cloned.

Come on.

I know, it sounds like
science fiction,

but there are companies
that do that now.

It cost me 200 grand.

If you add
potential endorsements,

it would have paid
for itself--
Had it worked.

Does he look like
the first David Beckham?

Identical,
but he never listens to me.

He doesn't understand
the simplest command.

He just eats and sleeps
and licks himself.

Oh.
Look at this.

David Beckham II,
come here.

Son of a bitch.

I want my money back...

every cent.

I'll get him.

Come here.

Come here.

Good boy.

Hi, I'm looking
for Grayson Kent.

Grayson Kent.
He is a lawyer here.

Oh, Bobbi,
so good to see you.

You too, darling.
You too.

How are you?

You okay?

Right this way.
Thank you.

That woman--

She's my mom.

I'm going in there.
She's my mom.

Not anymore, Jane,
and I do mean Jane.

You know the rules.

I am not going to tell her
who I am.

Oh, really?

So, what if I do tell her?

I told Stacy,
and nothing bad happened.

Because I covered for you,
and I'm not gonna do it again.

She is my mom.

We were close,
best-friend close.

We told each other everything.
Maybe she'd understand.

Yeah, or maybe you'll send her
screaming into a loony bin.

People are not supposed to
come back to life.

She misses Deb,
and you're not Deb.

You're Jane.

I'm going in.

Ugh!

Hi.

Jane?

That's me.
Um...

Jane Bingum.

Hi.

We're kind of in the middle
of something here.

Which is why
I interrupted.

Grayson,
while a phenomenal lawyer,

is still new to the firm,
Miss...

Mrs. Dobkins.

Call me Bobbi.

Bobbi.

I thought you might require
additional assistance

with your legal needs.

Well, I was kind of counting
on Grayson,

but he just informed me
that he cannot be my lawyer.

Jane, Bobbi is Deb's mother,

so--
I see.

And that's why you're
not gonna represent her?

I'm already
representing her husband.

You're both in trouble?

No, we're just getting
a divorce.

Why?

It's Deb, isn't it?

Because she
passed away.

Are you okay?
I'm so sorry for your loss.

Major tragedies often heighten
emotional tensions.

Grief makes people
do crazy things.

I think you should give
yourselves another chance,

take some time
to really think about it.

Jane, can I see you
outside, please?

I need to hear
the whole story. Jane.

I don't mind talking
about it.

I understand, Bobbi,
but the problem is

I can't hear it
because I can't represent you.

I can.
Excuse me?

If you'd like,
I have time, Mrs. Dobkins.

If you need a lawyer,
I can represent you.

Absolutely not.
I'd love that.

Okay. Now we're going outside.
All right.

I want to know
what just happened in there.

A client hired a lawyer.

My client.
She wasn't your client.

You said
you couldn't represent her.

We work at the same firm.
We can't represent
both parties.

That's not correct.
Oh!

It's called the Chinese wall.

We institute a metaphorical
barricade within the firm

to prevent
conflict of interest.

As soon as it goes up,
all communications,

paperwork, and discourse
between opposing counsel
is disallowed.

God, I never get used
to that.

This is crazy.

I'm going with Bingum.

Two clients means double
the fee on one divorce.

Love those chinese.

Okay, fine.

But you need to know
that these clients
are important to me.

I would hope so.

What are we looking at here?

This is a video I put
together for David Beckham's--

The first David Beckham's--
Funeral.

Gives you a sense
of his abilities.

Objection, Your Honor.

A funeral video
with a soundtrack?

More prejudicial
than probative.

Your Honor, if we're going to
prove that the new dog

is nothing like
the original,

the jury
needs to meet the original.

Overruled.

But make your point,
counselor.

In the 2007 Pedigree Cup,

how did David Beckham I
perform?

Green ribbon.
Perfect 10's from every judge.

The reporter
from Canine Magazine

called him "extremely
intelligent and responsive."

This year's Pedigree Cup

is happening right now
here in town, isn't it?

Why aren't you there?

That's because
David Beckham II didn't win
any of qualifiers.

He didn't qualify
for any of the qualifiers,

despite exactly same training
regime as David Beckham I.

In fact, at a conformation
show in Phoenix,

he ate one
of the judge's shoes.

Nothing further.

Mr. Haft, I'm no expert,

but that dog
looks pretty darn identical

to the pooch sitting
right there.

You could put a Hyundai engine
in a Porsche,

and you'll think
it's a Porsche

right up until the moment
you try to drive it.

But isn't it possible
that the problem

lies not with the dog at all
but with the driver?

I'm not following you.

You say you trained
the two dogs in exactly
the same way.

But you're not
the same man you were

when you trained
the first dog, are you?

You're grieving,
maybe a little depressed.

You clearly miss Beckham I.

Maybe...this little guy
never had a chance.

I paid $200,000
for a clone of my dog,

and that is not my dog.

Nothing further.

Slow down. What's going on?

There was a weirdo
at the courthouse,

and I think
he followed me out.

Ooh.
What kind of weirdo?

A weirdo in uniform.
A bailiff.

Oh, no.

Did he have a receding
hairline, long-ish face,

kind of goofy grin?

Yeah. Why?

That's Hank, the bailiff.

He's been crushing on you
for, like, a year.

He has a crush on me?
Ew.

Don't act so surprised.

You actually went out
two or three times.

Couple nights
before you were shot,

there was kissing.

He's probably wondering why
you haven't called him back.

Apparently,
old Jane kissed a bailiff.

Good for her.

Hey, any idea
how he wooed you?

What?
46 romantic comedies later,

and I've narrowed it down.

Here's how the guy
gets the girl--

A last-minute race
to the airport

or a humiliating but heartfelt
public declaration of love,

often in the form
of a song.

Fred. What are you doing
with a--?

* Stacy-y-y

* You drive me crazy-y-y

Don't do that.

Mrs. Dobkins
is in the conference room.

Why?

Dobkins
settlement conference.

I texted you.

That means...
Mr. Dobkins will be there?

Hard to have a divorce
without a husband.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'll be right there.

Jane,
this is a bad idea.

I can handle it.

We'll take care
of this quickly.
It won't be long.

Oh, Jane Bingum,
Bobbi's attorney.

Jane, I'd like you to meet
my client, Joe Dobkins.

Ms. Bingum.

It is so nice to...

Whoa.

I'm sorry.

We're just
that kind of law firm.

Just one big,
happy family.

Isn't that...right?

Now, let's get started.

Joe has provided us
with a list of assets.

I brought one, too.

Wait, wait, wait.
Let's slow things down.

Jane...

I just think we may have
missed a step in the process.

Which step
would that be, hon?

Mediation.

I mean, have you two

really thought this through?

26 years of marriage
is a long time.

Is she for real?

My lawyer has a heart.
That's very sweet, Jane.

But we know
what we're doing.

Bobbi, Joe...

I know
that this is unorthodox,

but maybe if you
sat down and talked--

Jane, I'm going to need
to see you in private.

Now.

I know
you have seniority here,

but I love these people
like my own parents,

and you're upsetting them!

Isn't it our obligation,
as their advocates,

to provide our clients
with an opportunity
to work things out?

They didn't hire us
to work things out.

But look at them.
They belong together.

Actually, they don't.

Joe wants out
of this marriage.

We've been talking about it
for months.

Months?

Don't be ridiculous.

This was probably brought on
by Deb's passing.

It's common
to sublimate grief.

Jane, Joe came to me
well before the accident.

What?

You never told Deb.

How do you know that?

Well...

because if you did,
she'd have told her mother.

It seems
they shared everything.

And Bobbi just found out
last week, when Joe told her.

He asked me
not to say anything.

It's a divorce.
He has his reasons.

So you didn't tell Deb

because he asked you
to keep quiet?

Something that important,

you kept from her--

The woman
you were gonna marry.

What's going on with you?

You can tell Joe
this meeting is over.

* Some things never turn out
The way I want them to *

I don't know.
I mean, Grayson's a lawyer.

Maybe he took a vow

not to share a client's
personal information
with his girlfriend.

Are you taking his side?

I'm on your side.
He's a jerk.

Thank you.

Keep pacing.
Good cardio.

He lied to me.

Well, technically,
he didn't lie to you.

He lied to Deb.

And technically,
it's not really a lie.

He just didn't tell you
something.

Sorry.
Technically, he's a jerk.

It is called
a lie by omission.

I have discovered
so many more types of lies

since becoming a lawyer.

At least the divorce
isn't your fault.

Your dad planned
on leaving your mom

way before your accident.

My parents are splitting up,

and my almost-fiancé knew
about it and didn't tell me.

How do you find
the silver lining in that?

It's a gift.

Look, sweetie,

if Grayson had told you,
what would you have done?

I would have told my mom.
And he knew that.

Well, my dad
didn't want my mom to know.

And as a lawyer,
I know what that means.

I'm listening.

He was probably taking
extra time to hide his assets.

Well, I'm not gonna let him
get away with it.

Your mom has no idea
how lucky she is

to have you as a lawyer.

Silver lining!

There I go again.
Hmm.

Bobbi,
California's a no-fault state,

which means marital assets
are split equally.

But if one party has advance
notice, they can hide assets.

But that does not really
sound like him.

Well, unfortunately,
as I've recently learned,

people can surprise you.

You have the Tahoe condo
on the list,

but what about the jeep?

How do you know
about the jeep?

Every condo in Tahoe
has a jeep.

He can have them both.

What? Why?

Because he loves the place,
and I don't ski.

Then you'll learn.

Listen, Bobbi...

it's time you did something
for yourself.

Did you ever meet
my daughter?

Uh, Grayson's girlfriend?

No.

But from what I've heard,
she was terrific.

Yeah, she was.

You know,
she was a pageant girl

right up into her teens,
and she did pretty well.

And I would shuttle her
back and forth

between the competitions.

The whole time,
she'd be on my case,

saying, "Mom, you got to do
something for yourself."

You know what?
I do want the condo.

There you go.

Now let's take a look
at the rest of this list.

Hey, Stacy.

Hey...

you.

It's Fred.

Oh.

Well, Jane's at work
right now, so if you--

Oh, well-- Well, actually,
um, I-- I won--

I was wondering if--
If you wanted to--

Uh...I--

Here goes.

* There's this girl
Named Stacy *

* And she drives me crazy

Oh, I-- I have to take this.

Uh, should I tell Jane
that you stopped by?

Uh, actually, n-no.
Okay.

I'll see you later, then...
you.

I...

It's Fred.

It's just-- Just Fred.

One little...syllable.

What the hell is this?

A revised
asset distribution list.

The condo in Tahoe?
The jeep?

Joe's golf clubs?

Bobbi doesn't golf.
Not yet.

What's going on here?

Will you please inform
Mr. Kent that the Chinese wall

precludes any informal
discourse between attorneys

regarding the case.

What she said.

Why have we suddenly gone
scorched earth

on what's supposed to be
an amicable divorce?

Chinese wall.

Is this coming from you
or the client?

Chinese wall.

Don't look at me.
I'm Korean.

Dr. Huxley, would you read
the highlighted portion

of your brochure?

"What if you never had to say
goodbye to your best friend?

"BFF Biotech offers you
a second chance

and your dog a second life."

And where would a pet owner
find a brochure like this?

We distribute these
at vet hospitals.

Where they're likely
to be read by grief-stricken
dog owners

who, in their hour
of desperation,

would pay anything
to get their dead dog back.

Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel is testifying.

Withdrawn.

Dr. Huxley, is it possible
for a cloned dog

to look like
the original dog

but share no other
personality traits?

Yes, environment dictates
personality as much as DNA.

So a customer
could spend $200,000

and get a dog
with a personality

that is nothing like
their best friend.

That could happen, yes.

And where does it say that
in your brochure?

It doesn't.

Nothing further.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Dr. Huxley...

how was David Beckham II
created?

Our scientist used skin cells
from Beckham I to extract DNA

which they then fused
with an egg to create a clone.

I see.

In the sales contract
that your clients sign,

what does it say
about personality traits?

It states that we cannot
guarantee specific traits.

Did Wallace Haft
sign this contract?

Yes.

And did you supply him
with an exact genetic clone?

Yes.

In fact, the DNA match
has been verified

by three labs.

We'd like to enter the results
as exhibits A, B and C.

And now, Your Honor,
the defense moves
for a directed verdict.

Excuse me!
Objection!

We all feel badly
for Mr. Haft's loss.

He misses his dog...
and the endorsements,

but the plaintiff hasn't
provided an iota of evidence

of any wrongdoing.

I'm inclined to agree.

Counsel...

do you have anything else?

Absolutely.

And that would be?

Um...

I'll tell you
what that would be.

These independent
DNA tests--

Are we just gonna
take his word for it?

How does the court know
they're reliable?

They are from three
of the top labs in the state.

So what?

Everyone knows that you don't
pick a hairstylist

by the name of the salon.

It's the individual stylist
that matters.

So you want the defense

to provide the qualifications
of the technicians

that ran the DNA tests.

We demand it.

No problem, Your Honor.

Shouldn't take more
than a day or two.

Assuming they check out,

you will have
your directed verdict.

I didn't freeze, if that's
what you were thinking.

I wasn't
thinking that at all.

I was lining up our argument
in my head.

I figured as much.

I was just buying us time
so you could make
that argument.

Right.
That's what I figured.

So, what are we
coming back in with?

No idea.

Jane! Hi.

Um, I have, um...

business on another case,

so I'll just see you
back at the office.

Whatever
floats your boat.

So...

I think I maybe owe you
an apology.

Because I sent you flowers
after you were shot

and you never thanked me?

No.
I'm mean, yes, of course.

Thank you
for those flowers.

What's going on?

I thought things
were going well with us.

Yeah.

I'm just wondering
if maybe we should...

slow it down.

Okay, but it can't get
much slower.

We've had
three dinners in two years.

I see my accountant
more frequently than that.

I think what happened...

Hank...

maybe it took me
by surprise

when, you know,
you kissed me.

When I kissed you?

Jane, you kissed me.

I did?

Pretty sure, yeah.

Outside
the Hamburger Hamlet.

We were waiting
for our cars, and...

bam, you just planted
one on me.

That not
how you remember it?

That evening
is kind of a blur.

I know what you mean.

So, uh,
what do you think?

You want to go out again
and have another blur?

Can I get back to you
on that?

You know where to find me.

Okay...

I kissed him.

What?

The bailiff.
He didn't kiss me.

I kissed him.

Awesome.
Was there tongue?

I got to update my blog.

Teri.
Kidding. There's no blog...

as far as you know.

I wouldn't go in there
just yet.

Aaah!
Aaah!

What the hell
are you doing?

An Officer and a Gentleman.
1982.

Voted the most romantic movie
of all time

by dozens
of Internet newsgroups.

I am gonna show up at Stacy's
place of employment,

sweep her off her feet to
the cheers of her colleagues,

and she will be mine.

Great plan or what?

Okay, first of all,

Stacy doesn't have
a place of employment.

Yeah, I know,
but she's got yoga

Mondays, Wednesdays,
and Fridays,

so I'll just show up there.

Second, Richard Gere
wasn't a stalker.

Okay, good point.

And third, Stacy's been
kickboxing since she was 12.

You try and sweep her
off her feet,

you're gonna lose
some teeth.

So, I guess I should...
return my uniform.

I rented it by the hour.

Fred, forget the movies.

They're not real life.

I got to do something,
though.

She doesn't even remember
my name.

Fred,
you forgot your cell phone.

Oh, I don't have
a cell phone.

Hello?

Hey, just checking in.

Is it all signed yet?
Are you finally all mine?

Who is this?

I'm sorry. I might have
the wrong number.

Who are you calling for?

Bobbi Dobkins.

This is Bobbi's lawyer.
Who am I speaking to?

Oh, uh...

just tell her
Richard called.

Jane,
everything all right?

No.

Remember when I thought my mom
told me everything?

Yeah.

I think she forgot to mention
her boyfriend.

Cancel my afternoon,
Teri.

What?
Where are you going?

Pasadena.
Emergency client meeting.

Jane,
we need to talk.

Hey, I need
updated tax information--

Hello, Jane.

Fred,
what are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm going to talk to...
Your mother?

...my client.
No you're not.

This is gonna get us both
in trouble.

Fred, look, I know
you're just doing your job,

but what I really need
from you

is a little less guardian
and a little more angel.

* ...And a guitar

* It's simple
But it gets me far *

* My mother told me
Don't complain *

* 'Cause that's
Not what we're made of *

* Grew up on
a crowded street *

* Well, I knew them
And they knew me *

* I always thought I'd be
Something to be proud of *

* ...Hit open fire

* I took away everything
You desire *

* Got love in my heart
Got a melody *

* Smile on my face
When I rip off the... *

* Got what I want
Threw shoes on my feet *

* What else do I need?

* What else do I need?

Can I, uh, help you?

I am so sorry, Mr. Dobkins.
I--

I assume you're here
for a meeting with Bobbi.

Yes. Impromptu.
It's last minute.

But she wasn't here,
and the door was open, so...

Do you want to wait?

No.

I could give her a message
for you.

Could you, uh...

could you just...

just tell her I stopped by?

Thanks.

Ms. Bingum...

do you mind leaving that?

Oh. Right.

I'm sorry.

That was inappropriate.

I had no business.

Um, I just wanted to see
what it felt like

to wear one of those things.

For what it's worth,
it looked nice on you.

I have to go.

Man:
Next up, the crowd favorite,
voted friendliest breed,

the golden retriever.

How was Pasadena?

Both depressing
and humiliating.

Oh, that's nice.

What are you doing?

Is that the dog show?

Oh, I love me the pooches.

I've always wanted to go, but
that's not why I'm watching.

Kim's having
all the assistants
researching canine law

and everything related
to dog shows.

I've never seen her
do panic mode before.

First one who finds something
helpful to your case

gets 50 bucks.
That's right, Chris...

I think I just won
50 bucks.

Damn it!

Man:
Many believe...

How's it going?

Ugh.

Well, I slept here last night,
if that's any indication.

I'm turning into you.

Ugh. This case--
And the dog it rode in on--

Is a big stinking loser.

There's nothing here.

You should have let us
go down in flames yesterday.

Well, maybe.

But then we wouldn't have
figured out how to win.

Oh, wake up, Jane.
We haven't.

Are you sure?

Look, check out this year's
green-ribbon winner.

So, you know, dogs are now
my least favorite mammal.

Hey,
is that David Beckham?

No, it's MacBeth,
a different golden retriever.

But our client said that
Beckham was the only golden
ever to win.

What are the odds of another
one coming so quickly?

I've never been very good
at math,

but something like
eleventy-billion to one.

Mm.
That's not a real number.

Look, I spent a lot of time
on the pageant circuit
as a kid.

Yes, I was in beauty pageants,
Kim. Deal with it.

Parents will do anything
to help their kids win,

and dog owners
are no different.

Get to the point,
Miss America.

I'm saying...

if you knew
how to clone dogs

and someone handed you
an award-winning
golden retriever,

you could snag
some extra DNA

and create a litter
of pedigree pups.

Listen to yourself.
It sounds crazy.

Do you have anything better?

You should go down
to the dog show

and collect DNA samples
so we can run our own tests.

Ew.
Why don't you do it?

'Cause you're first chair...

and I have another case.

I can't go alone.

Ooh, take Teri. She's always
wanted to go to a dog show.

* Hold me down and get
Your pom-poms shaking *

This is a nightmare.

It smells like a...
dog show?

Don't make me
leave you here alone.

Can I help you?

I got this.

Hi, we're the editors
of Doggie Style,

doing a backstage profile
on the show.

Ladies...
my pleasure.

I love your work.

Let me know
if I can be of any service.

Go right ahead.

Doggie Style?
Is that even a real magazine?

Yes,
it's just not about dogs.

* Know what I know

* Come on, sweetie
Take a picture *

There's MacBeth.

...Is now open
for the agility invitational,

held this year
in Minneapolis-St. Paul.

Go for it.

Above my pay grade.

Besides,
aren't you first chair?

Aah!

Now what are we
supposed to do?
We have to collect its spit.

Let him smell your nose.
What?

Distract him so I can get in
there before he barks again.

Just do it.

Help...me.

Clean...me.

You knew
that would happen.

I was hoping.

Why didn't you tell me?

Richard and I
were not public yet,

so I really did not feel
comfortable telling you.

So the affair
is pretty recent.

No, I've known Richard for,
uh, five or six years now.

What?

So when I was...

when your daughter
was still living at home?

By the time she was in high
school, my marriage was over.

Her father and I-- We'd been
growing apart for years,

living parallel lives,
really.

So why'd you
stay together?

For Deb?

Yes.

She had this picture
in her head

of a perfect, loving family.

We didn't want to take that
away from her.

All those years, Deb thought
you two were happy.

You do it long enough,
you get good at faking it.

But at night,
when you go to sleep,

the lie
will eat you up inside.

Oh, God, it feels good
just to talk about it.

What a relief.

I feel like
I can breath again.

Jane,
are you all right?

I can't be your lawyer.

E-excuse me?

This was a mistake.

I never should have...

You need to find yourself
another lawyer.

Jane...
Please go.

You're not thinking
of jumping, are you?

No.

It wouldn't do any good.

I'm sorry, Grayson.

I hope I didn't
screw things up.

It's fine.

Parker stepped in. All the
assets are on the table.

It's an easy 50/50 split.

So now that I am no longer
opposing counsel

and the Chinese wall
has completely crumbled,

can you tell me something
totally off the record?

What's that?

Why didn't Joe tell Bobbi

he was seeing a lawyer
about the divorce?

Why did he keep it secret
for so long?

Joe came to see me
a few months ago,

said his marriage
was over,

and it was time
to file for a divorce.

Thing is, the timing
wasn't so good for me.

For you?

I was just about to ask Deb
to marry me...

And you didn't want anything
to ruin it.

I know it sounds selfish.

It's sounds sweet...

and kind.

No, maybe I should have
just told Deb.

For what it's worth, I think
what you did was amazing.

Deb was a lucky woman.

And what are we doing
out here?

We just thought
you might want to settle.

Ms. Kaswell,
in about two seconds,

we're going to walk through
that door,

and the judge is going to
announce a verdict
in our favor.

Why in the hell
would we want to settle?

We'll give you
three reasons.

* They've been

* Hiding all my life

* But until now

* Love's been on strike

* Ever since you...

Oh, God.

* So, darling

* Can I buy you a drink?

I'd like you to meet
MacBeth, Coach, and Big Papi.

Turns out
your genius of a client

didn't make just one clone

from Mr. Haft's
award-winning Beckham.

Without our client's knowledge
or consent, he made four.

He gave puppy number one
to Mr. Haft

and sold the other three
to high bidders.

Uh...

You can't prove anything.

Oh, actually, we can.

DNA tests from the same lab
you guys used.

You're right.
They know their stuff.

The judge is ready.
Court's in session.

Decision time, boys.

Either we settle, or we walk
MacBeth, Coach, and Big Papi

down to the DA's office,

where we'll have a little talk
about fraud and grand larceny.

Ooh, that'll be fun.

Could you let the judge know
we'll need a few minutes?

Why don't we talk...

in private?

Congratulations!

We won?
Yup.

They're filling out
the paperwork right now.

Wow. Thank you.

And as soon as
you return the dog,
they'll refund your money.

What?

It's how this works.

It's no different than
a broken refrigerator
or a bum stereo.

To get your money back, you've
got to return the merchandise.

They think David Beckham
is merchandise?

Under the law, yes.

Well,
what's gonna happen to--

To him?

I don't know.
You wanted the money, right?

You said it yourself.

This dog doesn't listen.
He's totally untrainable.

He doesn't do anything.

This dog never leaves my side.
Do you know that?

He knows where I am
every second of the day.

He's not David Beckham I.

No, he definitely
is not.

David Beckham I would never
just sit here with...

his head on my lap.

He'd be sitting
in an alert position.

David Beckham I knew
he couldn't come
into my bedroom.

But this guy-- He can't wait
to wake me up in the morning.

He just jumps
right in my bed.

And now you must think
I'm an idiot.

I mean, to turn down
that kind of money, but--

I understand.

Unconditional love.

They say you can't
put a price on that, right?

Listen, no promises,

but perhaps if we agree
to keep the details
of the settlement

completely confidential,

BFF will allow you
to keep David Beckham

and still refund
your money.

Okay.

Well...

that would be great.

But whatever happens,
I'm keeping him.

Hey.

Uh-oh.

This isn't gonna go well
for me, is it?

You can tell all that
by the way I said "hey"?

I've been here before.

Hank...

you seem like
a really nice guy.

Yep,
that's what comes next.

I am a nice guy, Jane.

I thought
you were figuring that out.

It seemed like we had
a really nice time together.

I'm sure we did.

I mean, I know we did.

And I'm not
ruling anything out.

Great. Do you want to go to
the movies tonight?

The truth is...

...there's somebody else.

Ouch.

No way around that one,
is there?

Is he in love with you?

He doesn't know I exist.

Look,
if you change your mind,

it-- It's just a movie,
not a lifetime commitment,
okay?

Thanks, but...

Maybe another time.

Well, looks like
it all worked out.

No thanks to me.

If only someone,

in a guardian capacity,
had warned you beforehand.

Fred...

down here on Earth, no one
likes to hear "I told you so."

But I admit
I should have listened.

Is that
what you want to hear?

Yeah, pretty much.

Well, I'm off.

What are you doing?

Say Anything.
1989.

John Cusack wins the hearts
of America with a song...

and a giant boom box.

I don't care what you say.
I'm taking a shot
with this one.

You know what?

Go for it.

Good luck, Fred.

* How is this one
Shining on its own? *

* So many answers
I will never know *

* Our world is beautiful

* But I think it would be
Nothing without you *

* Life is wonderful
It moves my soul *

Fred?

Hey, Stacy. Hi.

I thought that was you.
Whatcha doing?

Uh, just,
uh, hanging out.

Well, see you around.

Yes, you will.

* Life is wonderful
It moves my soul *

* But I know I'd be nothing

She remembers my name.

* Without you

* Our world is beautiful

* But I think it would be
Nothing without you *

* Oh, my God
I'm nothing without you *

Am I interrupting?

No...
Bobbi, please come in.

Well, everything is signed,
and...

I'm divorced.

How do you feel?

Anxious.

But I'll be okay.

I'm really sorry
about the way I behaved.

It all worked out.

And despite everything,

I really did enjoy working
with you.

You didn't just care
about the case.

You seemed to care about me.

Till I went a little nuts.

Yeah.

About that--
Can I ask what happened?

Did I do something?

I-- I think...

you reminded me
of my own mother.

It felt a little close
to home.

She is lucky
to have you as a daughter.

Goodbye, Jane.

Goodbye, Mom.