All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S01E08 - Crazy (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Celdra)_track3_[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 used to think everything
happened for a reason...

Whoo! Ha-ha!

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

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

* La, la-la, la

Good morning.
Who is Brian Young?

Do I know a Brian Young?

That's what I'm asking.

Let's start again.

You just got an e-mail
from a Brian Young. Listen.

"Dear Jane-iac."

Oh, I am so gonna use that.

"I can't believe
it's been 15 years.

"I hope we can pick up
where we left off.

See you tomorrow night."

You read my e-mails?

Is that
what's important here?

What's tomorrow night?

Your high-school reunion.
The big 1-5.

Oh, no.
No, I'm not going.

Tell that to the dress
you ordered,

the one that's hanging
in your office closet.

I bought a dress
for the reunion?

And now I know why.

Because Brian Young wants
to pick up where he left off

with his Jane-iac!

Good morning.

Morning.
Uh, coffee?

No. I mean, yeah.
Sure, let me--

Let me get you a cup.
Oh, you don't have to.

Are we gonna talk
about what happened?

Yeah, of course,
just not here.

Okay.

Why not here?

Can we just talk later,
in private?

If it was a mistake,
say so, and let's move on.

What was a mistake?
Nothing.

Right. I need you both
in Kim's office now.

What's going on?

A bride, weeping,
in my office.

I don't do tears,
so I sent her to your office.

Please make it stop.

Last night
was my wedding night.

At least
it was supposed to be.

Thank you.

Why are you still
in your, uh--

It took me six months
to find this dress.

And I paid for it myself.

Ten thousand dollars.

I can't just take it off.

Ten grand?

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Two hundred guests,

every member of my family,
every friend I've ever met.

I mean, it was humiliating.

What exactly happened?

And a--
Oh.

Well, Matthew and I, we--

You know, we hadn't
seen each other all day

because of, you know,
tradition.

But about a half-hour
before the ceremony,

I figured
to hell with tradition.

I was gonna surprise him.
Oh, God.

I open the door,

and the first thing
I see

is the maid-of-honor dress
lying on the floor.

And then the second thing
I see

is my friggin' maid of honor
lying on my fiancé.

What happened next?

Well, I mean, I called off
the wedding, obviously.

And then I just-- I got
in the limo and drove around

till your office opened.

You want to sue
your fiance?

No.

I want to sue
my maid of honor.

She was my best friend.

And she ruined everything.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Ugh.

Hey, Jane,
you got a minute?

Sure.

I owe you an apology.

The other day,

when you saw Kim and me,
the kiss--

I know what you're thinking.
You do?

It was completely
inappropriate.

That kind of thing makes
people uncomfortable at work.

I should know better.

Well, I'm sure
it won't happen again.

Will it?

I don't know.

And I don't know
what to say to Kim.

Uh, I'm sure
you're just lonely.

You miss Deb.

Well,
maybe you're right.

Yeah, Kim just happened to be
standing in front of you

when you were vulnerable.

It could have been anyone.

Not really.
Well, I'm just saying.

It's human nature

to reach out to the person
closest to you,

Physically.

I have a 10:00. And I--
I-I really got to go.

Whoa, whoa.

All right.

Brandon Tharp is waiting.
You're ready, right?

Oh, I'm well-prepped,
Parker.

Show me.

Brandon Tharp is C.E.O.
of Tharp Industries,

which is the largest
domestic manufacturer

of home lawn mowers.

Yeah, I know.

His board of directors
is trying to prove
he's incompetent

so they can trigger a clause
in his contract

stripping him
of his authority

and booting him
from the company he started.

I've known Tharp for 10 years,
and you've never met him.

Why do you think he asked
for you on this?

Uh,'cause I'm good.

Do you maybe want
to come in with me?

He only wants you. Maybe he is
a little wackadoodle.

I mean, that would explain
why he doesn't ask

for the lawyer
who has, you know,
his name on the door.

I should
probably go on in.

Right.

I'll be here
if you need me.

Jane Bingum. I hear great
things, great things.

Strawberry?

Mm.
I had them
flown in from Mendocino.

That's, uh, Jamaican pepper.
Ooh.

Vinegar's from a small town in
Umbria.

Try it.
No, thanks.

The combination makes
you look younger.

What do you think, younger?

I've actually
never met you before,

so I would have
no way to tell.

Yeah, well, okay.

Heh.

What about now?
Yeah, a little bit.

The wolves are circling,
and I need a bulldog.

And I'm your--

Bulldog.

Oh!

Hm-hm. Sit down.
Okay.

About six months ago,

I was on a business trip
in Alaska.

Mm-hm.

When the altitude got to me,
I collapsed,

clunked my noggin,
near death, as they say.

While I was out, I had one
of those epiphanies.

An epiphany?

I was wasting time
on this extraordinary planet.

So now I'm on
the smell-the-flowers tour.

I ran with the bulls.
I dived Loch Ness.

No monster.

Collected some
pretty good tattoos.

I'll show you when we get
to know each other better.

Not necessary.

Two weeks a month,

I travel exclusively
by hot-air balloon.

Hm. Well,
according to your board,

you have also shut down
four factories.

They've been repurposed.

I'm building Green Cheetahs,

top secret.

And your profits
are spiraling down.

This isn't about my board.
It's about my son, Charlie.

I entrusted the bum
with 10 percent of my company,

and now he's convinced
the board to sell.

He wants to cash out.

And that's why they want
to get rid of you.

I need your help to save
my company, Miss Bingum.

Well, I will do
what I can.

Bulldog.

Oh!

Oh, sir.

Oh, there's a great white
shark breeding ground

just off Catalina.

I've always wanted
to check it out.

You know, people say life
is precious,

but unless they've been
on that escalator in the sky

and watched the gatekeeper
push the return button,

they don't know
what they're talking about.

What did you just say?

Hey, do you want to maybe have
dinner later?

Oh, can't tonight,
heading to the gym.

I thought we could
strategize our case.

The crying bride?
That's right.

Ah, come on, Kim. There's no
real cause of action.

How about infliction
of emotional distress?

The guy's an ass.
The bridesmaid's no better.

But it's a waste of time.

Or maybe
you're just a coward.

Are we still talking
about the case?

What else would I be
talking about?

I'm gonna get this case
in front of a judge,

and I'm gonna help
my client.

Good luck.

Hm. Brian Young is hot.

I know.

Captain of the tennis team,
class president,

and look how big
his hands are.

I know.

Hmm.

"Dear Jane, I will never,
ever,

"ever forget prom night.

"Best night of my life.

X.O., Brian."

He X.O.'d you, Jane.

You gave him the best night
of his life.

Oh, you're so going
to this reunion.

And I'm going too.
Mm-hmm.

I've reviewed your filing,

and while I sympathize
with your client,

I don't see any cause
of action here.

Your honor,
with all due respect,

my client suffered severe
and extraordinary
emotional distress

when she walked
in on her fiance
and Miss Klinger in bed--

Actually, on the floor.

Yeah, that's mushy,
emotional stuff, not a case.

I want to rip out every one
of her capped teeth.

I'll take care of her.

My client's faith
in the institution of marriage

and her ability to enter
into a future relationship

has been
permanently damaged.

So she should see a therapist,
not a judge.

There's no financial
loss here.

Her parents
lost a fortune

on the band, the catering,
the event planner.

She doesn't have standing
to sue on her parents' behalf.

Her dress,
nonrefundable, your honor.

It cost $10,000.

She paid for it herself.

$10,000 for a dress?

Oh, uh, ahem, yes, sir.
It's-- It's beautiful.

It's a cream, peau de soir,
silk satin gown

with a seed-pearl-, bead-,
and jewel-encrusted bodice,

all hand-embroidered.

You may have found yourself
a toehold, Miss Kaswell.

Your Honor,
this is totally unprecedented.

Your client
was the maid of honor.

She probably helped Mia
select the dress.

She would have known
its value.

She told me
it was worth every penny.

The maid of honor
could have foreseen

that her actions would have
caused the dress to go unused.

Okay, I'm willing
to entertain arguments

in a short
evidentiary hearing,

but no mushy stuff.

No mush, Your Honor.

You didn't have to come down.

On the off chance
that Tharp comes to his senses

and wants to be represented
by the managing partner,

thought I should be here.

That's an awesome pep talk.

You did remind him that
we have court this morning,
didn't you?

Oh, there he is.
Oh, God.

Come on, bulldog.
Let's go win this thing.

Uh, Mr. Tharp, I told you
to put on a suit.

And I did. I did.

But I gave it to Mooky,
the gentleman outside.

His-- His jokes aren't
very funny,

but his stench
is impressive.

I had to get him
out of those clothes.

Are those pajamas?

Oh, they're so comfortable,
100 percent Egyptian cotton.

The Middle East
knows comfort.

Oh, that's true.

Okay, court's starting.
What's the plan here, Bingum?

What size are you, sir?

After Mom died,
Dad sent me to
a boarding school

with the motto "a structured
life is a successful life."

This suit is itchy.
Shh.

He was always big
on structure.

Back then,
I didn't see him much,

but no one worked harder.

Mm. And now?

And now he's on permanent
vacation.

His reaction
to our stock tanking?

He moved his office
to the roof, outside,

started drafting contracts
in rhyme.

The distributor
lived in Nantucket.

Who can resist that?
Shh.

So, what is your response
to your father's

restructuring of the company?
It's ludicrous.

The board's recommendation
to sell the company

is clearly in the best
interest of the shareholders.

And if my father were in his
right mind, he would agree.

Your witness.

Charlie, isn't it true
that until recently,

you hadn't set foot
in the company headquarters?

Yes, but I--

And on your income tax,
you listed your occupation

as semiprofessional
surfer?

I took ice-skating lessons
when I was 6.

Does that make me
a semiprofessional ice skater?

It's a real job.
One that qualifies you

to pass judgment on your
father's management style?

Objection.

Sustained.

You're angry with your father,
aren't you?

It's hard to be angry
with someone you hardly know.

Are you good at math,
Charlie?

I'm okay.

Tharp Industries is valued
at $50 million,

and you own 10 percent.

So if the company is sold,
how much do you pocket?

5 million.

Hmm.
Miss Bingum.

I'm almost done.

$5 million.

How many surfboards
does that buy you?

Miss Bingum.
Yeah?

Your client.

It was itchy.

We made it past
summary judgment.

Excuse me?

Mia Reynolds,
Bride v. Maid of Honor.

Judge Brody agreed to hear
arguments.

Care to join us at the table?
Pass.

What do you have
against this case?

Just because you can
get it into court

doesn't mean you should.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Kim, you can't litigate

every emotional dispute
that comes along.

Crap happens.
Crap?

Look, maybe this was
all for the best.

By finding out now,
Mia saved herself

from a bad marriage
and a painful divorce.

You're defending the guy?
Not at all.

Guy's a creep who couldn't
control his urges, but--

Is that what happened
to you

when you kissed me,
you just lost control?

Kim.

It's just a question.

This isn't about me
or us.

Right, 'cause we can't talk
about that.

I have a case to prepare.

When you told
your board of directors

that you intended to fill your
warehouse with Green Cheetahs,

what was their reaction?

Well, they thought I was a
little "whoop-whoop-whoop,"

off the ranch, wackadoodle,

heh-heh-heh, which I guess
is understandable.

You weren't talking
about actual cheetahs.

Of course not.

Why would I put cheetahs
in a warehouse?

What would they eat?

Heh. That's a good question.

Tell me about your cheetahs.

The Green Cheetahs
are lawn mowers

that run on the very grass
they cut.

The patent is pending,
and, once approved,

they'll be the only
type of lawn mower
that we manufacture.

Your witness.

So, what happens if your
cheetahs

don't live up
to your expectations?

Why are you
putting out negative energy?

Please, just answer
my question.

Please answer my question.
Your Honor.

Mr. Tharp, you need to answer
questions, not ask them.

Do you understand
why your employees

might be, you know,
losing faith

in a C.E.O. who doesn't
attend board meetings,

who wears flippers
to work,

disrobes in a courtroom?

Nothing happens
at most board meetings.

And when I'm planning
on swimming,
I put on my flippers.

And if I'm itchy,
I take off what itches.

Mr. Tharp, why are you
wearing bunny ears?

I feel you need more smiles
in your life.

Oh, look, it's working.

That will be all, Mr. Tharp.
Your Honor,

as our next witness, we'd like
to call Sandi Kipling.

Uh-oh.

What uh-oh?
Objection.

Miss Kipling's on the list,
but she's marked unavailable.

We didn't locate Miss Kipling
till this morning.

Brief recess, Your Honor?

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Kim Kaswell.

That's me.

I'm Matthew,
Matthew Warren,

from the wedding,

the Matthew who--
I know who you are.

I-I-I need your help.

You're kidding me.

Mia won't talk to me.

I need you to talk
to her for me.

Tell her I'm sorry. Tell-- No,
tell her I love her.

What planet do you live on,
Matthew?

I-I know I messed up.
Messed up?

Messed up is forgetting
her birthday

or telling her that a new
dress she bought

makes her ass look fat.

You banged the maid of honor
right before the "I do"s.

What were you thinking?

I wasn't.

Was it just an urge?
What?

An urge, something
you can't control.

Do you want to blame it
on an urge?

I-I-I-I don't know.

I just want another chance
with Mia.

You don't get
another chance.

Tell you what, though, when
we're finished with Susie,

we're coming after you.

What are you looking at?

Miss Kipling, I appreciate you
flying in for this.

Uh, so, tell me, how did you
meet Mr. Tharp?

I work at Dino's Doughnuts
in Anchorage.

He asked for a doughnut
and a small coffee.

I gave him a medium coffee

'cause if you get the combo,
it's the same price,

and he called me an angel.

And then I asked him his name,
and he didn't know.

He didn't know his own name?

Um, well, he said he used
to be someone else.

And then he started talking
all fast and jumbled,

and that was
before any coffee.

Hmm. Do you remember
anything he said?

He said something like the
universe is made up of energy

that never goes away,

and I said I wish my furnace
ran on that kind of energy,

because it's always cold
at my house,

and he said he'd buy me
a new house.

And did he?

Yes.

Miss Kipling, do you know
what a psychotic break is?

Objection.
Is the witness a doctor

who moonlights as a Dino's
Doughnuts waitress?

Oh, I'm not saying
it's impossible.

Sustained.

Your witness.

Uh, excuse me. Can I ask
the witness a question?

It's okay with us.

Your Honor, short recess?

Miss Bingum,
we're here to rule
on Mr. Tharp's competency.

I'm giving him the floor.

Miss Kipling.

During my visit,

I found your hospitality
warm and inviting,

your personality to be

genuinely engaging
and compassionate.

And so my question
is this.

Will you marry me?

What were you thinking?

I can't believe
she said no.

Really? You can't believe
that? Maybe it's because
she's sane.

And you know who's not sane?
Me, for thinking you are.

Bulldog, you don't mean that.
No, I do.

Y-- You believe them?
You believe my son?

You think I'm crazy?

Mr. Tharp, I think you need
help from a shrink.

Do you know
why I hired you?

Not your firm, but you,
why I sought you out?

'Cause I'm good?

I heard about your shooting,

that you flatlined
and you came back.

We-- We both had
a brush with death,

and I-I thought--

I thought
you would understand me.

You show up for court
in your pajamas,

you propose to witnesses,

and you wear bunny ears
on the stand.

What exactly am I supposed
to understand?

I was wrong about you.

I'm sorry.

Miss Bingum.

What?

You're fired.

It feels awful.
I've never been fired before.

What about
the dandruff commercial?

That was you.
Mm, that was me.

You refused to scratch.

I didn't want to be known
as the flaky-scalp girl.

Oh, Stacy, I don't know
if Mr. Tharp is crazy or not.

I mean, sometimes he can be
quite perspicacious.

Maybe he needs deodorant.

Oh, it's a fancy word
for insightful.

Oh, perspicacious, duh.

You know what?
I think he is crazy,

'cause who wouldn't want you
as their lawyer.

Unless, of course,
you're wearing this dress.

What was she thinking?

Brian Young hasn't seen me
in 15 years,

and this dress
was out of style then.

Scissors, safety pins,
and rubber cement.

What are you doing?

Two words: Project Runway.

Okay, we've got 30 minutes.

Start memorizing
your classmates

while I make it work.

All right,
I'll start with the A's.

Ooh, Carl Amuroso.

You're a chess-club member
and class treasurer, right?

Ha-ha. And you wore
that bow tie
in your senior picture.

Do you remember me?

Uh, sure,

Jane.

How you been?

Cheater.

No one remembers me,
Stacy.

The girl who checked us in
thought I was the caterer.

I learned all their names,
and none of them know mine.

Sweetie, you're only here
for one reason: Brian Young.

Now, let's find him.

I've got an idea.
Let's split up.

You keep an eye out
for your prom date,

and I'm gonna go mingle.

Why?

Trust me. Right now,
no one remembers you.

Before we leave,
no one will forget you.

Bye.
Stacy.

Who knew all the guys

would lose their hair
so quickly?

Am I right?

I was just saying that.

You don't remember me,
do you?

Of course I do,

Stacy.

Spirit squad, right?

Go, Warriors.

Panthers.

I love the shoes,

love the purse,
love the fabric.

You don't look
a day over 21.

What's your secret?

Um... Have you guys
seen Jane Bingum?

Who?

O.M.G., there she is.

Did you see
last month's People?

She's, like, a superstar
lawyer now.

Represented Clooney in that
paparazzi-stalker case.

Can you believe it?
Our Jane Bingum.

No way.
Way.

And don't quote me, but
I think Clooney asked her out.

I had Latin with Jane.

We were practically
best friends.

I had homeroom with her.

In the 11th grade,
she was my Secret Santa.

She is the coolest.

She's perspicacious.

Yeah.
Totally.

* Rah

* I've got a new age girl

* Tell us what she's like

* An environmentalist girl

* Does she ride a bike?

* She has a crystal necklace

* She spends a lot of cash

Jane-iac!

Brian?

Oh! Oh!
Yeah!

Mm.

Yea!

Wow.

It is so good
to see you.

It's good
to see you too.

You look even better
than I remember.

Speak for yourself,
gorgeous.

Look at you.
Stop.

Oh, can you believe
this place?

It's just like prom.

Yeah, and who could
forget prom?

I know.
It was a perfect night.

It was.

I'm so glad you said that,
'cause I've kind of felt bad,

you know, that I may have
ruined it for you.

No, absolutely not.
Why would you think that?

Because I made it
all about me.

I drank six Zimas
and told you I was gay.

That's the exact same face
you made

when I told you back then.

Hilarious.

Well, that's me.
I'm

hilarious.

And you're--

You're gay.

That's so great.

You're my super-hot,

great-kissing,

gay friend.

You were so cool
about it.

Yeah.

Hey, there's an open bar.
You want to grab a drink?

You drink?

I do tonight,

and something stronger
than a Zima.

One of those days?

I thought we both could use
a drink.

I won't say no to that.

Guess who came
to see me today?

Matthew.

What?
W-what did he say?

"I miss her.
I love her. I screwed up.

I'm sorry my penis
fell into that other girl."

Blah, blah, blah.

He said he loved me?

That's what they say.

A guy gets one chance to prove
who he is, and that's it.

Yeah,
I guess you're right.

Of course I'm right.

Mia, it was
your wedding day.

And she was
your best friend.

Hey, what happened
to that guy,

that other lawyer

that was in your office
when we first met,

the one you kept
looking at?

No.

Oh, well, sorry.
I don't mean to pry.

I just thought maybe
he'd be working with us.

Turns out this case
wasn't for him.

But he had his chance,
right?

The only one who had
any trouble was my father.

But he eventually
came around,

and now he won't
go shopping without me.

I-I-I've just been doing
all the talking.

Tell me about you, Jane.

How's lawyer life
treating you?

Let me tell you something.

I'm a friggin'
great lawyer.

I get into the courtroom,

and the words
just start coming,

and my brain is popping,

and everything works
together.

Except my client fired
me today,

and it totally sucks.

Well, the client
must be crazy.

What's so funny?

I was trying to prove
that he's not crazy.

I want to tell you something,
handsome, dimpled Brian.

And it's something
that I can't tell anyone.

You can tell me anything.

I have a secret.

And you can't tell anyone.

Okay, here it goes.

I'm a gorgeous,
24-year-old blond

who's supposed to be wearing
a strapless couture gown

on the cover of Glamour,

but instead, they dumped
my soul in this body,

and I can't get out.

Were you this funny
in high school?

I don't know.

Jane.

Yes.

If you feel
like a model,

then I say
you're a model.

It's just like you told me
at prom night.

No one has the right to tell
you how to live your life

unless you're a serial killer.

I said that?

More or less.

I am funny.

What was that for?

For reminding me
who I was.

I'll be right back.

Okay, listen.
I've got great news.

I met Brian.

Hello.
I saw the kiss.

Spill.
He's gay.

Well, that's not
great news.

No, I know,
but we were catching up,

and I suddenly realized how
I'm gonna get my client back.

Okay, you were talking
to the hottest guy here,

gay or otherwise, and you
were thinking about work?

No, I was thinking
about Mr. Tharp.

And I know how
I'm gonna win this case.

Brian told you?

No. Jane did.

I don't want to wear a tie.

A tie sends the right message.
I can't think in a tie.

Mr. Tharp.
Bingum, what are you
doing here?

Let me close for you.

Hey, Brandon asked me
to step in.

Mr. Tharp, I've seen
the escalator in the sky,

and I know
about that return button.

So I know you're not crazy.

Please let me prove it.

What are you talking about?
Go back to the office.

Do I have to wear the tie?

You can wear
anything you want,

even your pajamas.

Boss man, I'm going
with the bulldog.

Hey.

Mia, I thought we were
meeting in court.

I, uh, wanted to talk
to you first.

Well, we'll talk on the way.
I'll drive.

That's the thing.
Um, I'm not going.

I don't want to sue
Susie Klinger.

I don't want to sue anyone.

I just want to move on.

Mia, suing Susie Klinger
is how you move on.

you spoke with Matthew,
didn't you?

I called him.

We went to dinner.

And?

I know how you feel
about this,

but we're gonna give it
another try.

You're taking him back?

We have a lot of work to do.

And we're gonna
go to therapy.

I don't know if we're gonna be
together forever,

let alone a week, but--

a few sweet nothings
from your cheating ex-fianc

and, just like that,
you forgive him?

I was angry.
I'm still angry.

All right,
if that's what you want.

Maybe I'm stupid or naive,

but after talking
to Matthew,

I realized
that you can't...

Litigate emotions?

Predict the future.

Right.

What happens
if he cheats on you again?

I might be calling you again.

Brandon Tharp is as crazy
as a soup sandwich.

And, uh, you know what?

I agree with his son,
Charlie.

By society's norms, his dad is
an unconventional nut case.

However, that's the only point
the defense has made.

Do I look crazy?
Yeah, maybe.

But do my words make
any less sense

than they did
two seconds ago?

Nope. Same words,
different ears.

You just have to work
a little harder to hear them.

You know, nobody knows
what genius looks like.

Thomas Edison,
he didn't own a clock,

and he used to--

He used to curl up and sleep
under his desk.

And Albert Einstein,

okay, have you seen his hair?
Ugh.

I mean, were these men crazy?

No.

Uncompromising, fearless,

averse to conditioner,
you bet.

Just like Brandon Tharp.

Nobody has the right to tell
you how to live your life.

Let's not deny ourselves
the chance to benefit

from this extraordinary man

because we don't like to look
at him in his pajamas.

Thank you, counselor.

Your Honor, if I can
just say one thing?

As long as you're not
going to propose.

There's a--

A great energy

in this room right now,

flowing through it.

And if I can see a light
in the sky

and maybe even reach it
in my balloon,

then...

so beaut...

Mr. Tharp.
Dad.

Dad.
Bailiff.

Get some help in here.
Someone call 911.

Hey. Have you seen him yet?

Uh, no, just the doctor.

He said the MRI shows
atrophy of the tissues

in his frontal...

It's inoperable.

It'll kill him.

I'm so sorry.

You know, we're not very
close. We hardly talk.

But

he's my dad.

I just always thought
he'd live forever, you know?

Excuse me.
He's asking for you.

Not you,

Miss Bingum.

Hey, bulldog.

How you doing?

What you said back there
in court,

loved every minute.

Hey, don't look so sad.

Do I need
to get out my ears?

Charlie told me about--

About your brain.

Ah, that old news.

Old news?
What are you talking about?

I've known since Alaska.

Sandi took me
to the hospital.

They did some tests.

I've got frontal-lobe
blabbity blah.

Why didn't you say anything?

Docs said
it could be months,

maybe years,
before I am rendered--

How'd they put it?
-incapable.

Won't know my own name.

How's that for
a bedtime story?

I've heard better.

I didn't tell Charlie

because I didn't want him
worrying about me.

His mother passed away
a few years ago.

And I wasn't a good dad.

But he's not a bad kid,
you know.

He's--
He's just angry at me.

Will you do something
for me?

Anything for you.

Reconcile

with Charlie.

Makes for a better
bedtime story.

Good morning.

Sorry about your client,
totally sucks.

Doughnut on your desk,
Grayson on your sofa.

I know I shouldn't have kissed
Kim at the office,

but I don't know if
I shouldn't have kissed Kim.

Okay, why are you
coming to me about this?

Because you're the only one
who knows about us.

Us?

Me and Kim.

Are an "us"?

I don't know.

Look, you're always so direct
with me. I like that.

And you're so easy
to talk to.

Are you asking my permission
to date Kim?

You-- You know what?

I'm-- I'm sounding
like a complete idiot.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

Grayson.

Life is short.

And no one has the right
to tell you how to live it.

So if you want to take
a shot with Kim,

I'm not gonna be the one
who stops you.

Hey. What's going on?

We're putting together
some financial projections

for Tharp Industries.

Does Mr. Tharp know
what you're doing?

He doesn't want to know.

This morning, he signed over
voting stock to Charlie.

I don't--
I don't believe this.

And you're helping him
break up the company?

What? No.

We're figuring out
how to retrain the workforce

to build Green Cheetahs.

Oh.

And anyone who doesn't
like it can leave.

Oh, you know what?
Can we finish this later?

I have to meet my dad.

Jane, he wanted me
to ask you to join us.

Hey, how was court?

Client got cold feet,
ran back to her boyfriend.

If you say
"I told you so"--

Want to grab
some dinner later?

That's sweet,

but, no, thanks.

I thought you wanted to talk.

I wanted to process
my feelings.

I did that without you.

Let's just pretend the kiss
never happened, okay?

But it did, and--

look, I know the vibe,
Grayson. I've given the vibe.

You didn't know.

You're not sure.
You're on the fence.

I have no patience
for the fence.

But I--

Let's just
roll back the clock

to how things were
before we kissed, okay?

Uh, sure.

Good.

Are you ready for this?

I don't know.
I've never done it before.

That's what I like
to hear.

New experiences, that's what
life's about.

You're ready to go, Dad.

Sure you don't want
to come with us?

Oh, I'm good. I'll be here
when you get back.

* A world so green

And we're off.

* Here beside you

Here we go.

* Ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba *

* Ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba *

* This day

* Is the perfect day

* Nothing in our way

* This is our time