All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S01E12 - Dead Model Walking (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

There's no coffee.

You don't say.

Are you gonna make some?

You were here first.

What are we, 6?

You're closest.

Oh, good, an assistant.

Uh, there's no coffee.

Damn it!
I need it bad.

I was up all night

checking the status
of ex-boyfriends on Facebook.

Can you make some?

Sorry, I don't change toner,

volunteer to be fire marshall,
or make coffee.

Kim, grab your coat.

We're going to Lumaze
department store.

I think you mean
my credit card.

No, I mean your coat.

An old friend just referred
a new client, Christy Talbot.

No way.
Christy Jacquelin Talbot?

Runway model
turned actress

turned trophy wife
of billionaire Donald Spanger?

That's the one. She's being
held by store security

for assaulting a salesclerk.
Let's go.

I'm sure
there was a mistake,

Christy would never assault
anyone in retail.

Her husband was convicted
of running a ponzi scheme.

Yeah, her husband disappeared
while out on bail.

That's right.
Maybe the stress got to her.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You know how I feel
about office relationships.

Right, like you and Janine
in H.R.

or you and Shelley
in Contracts?

No. Like me and
Tanya in I.T.

I didn't know
about you and Tanya.

That's because
I keep it quiet.

And I suggest
you do the same.

Hey, you will not believe
who my firm's representing.

Christy Talbot!

Shut up! How'd she look?
Did she have bangs?

Can you find out
who does her highlights?

Stacy,
I'm not on the case.

Parker asked Kim.

But you are the expert
in all things Christy.

I know. Quiz me.
Okay.

How many hours did it take

to paint her naked body
for that PETA ad?

Eight.
Mm-hmm.

In what music video
did she do a striptease?

Aerosmith, but it was really
just a pole dance.

Stacy, you know
I've practically memorized

her comeback spread,
"35 and Fabulous."

I could write
her Wikipedia page.

I should totally be
her lawyer,

but I can't just assign
myself to her case.

Jane, when Valentino
almost went with Paulina

during Fashion Week,

Christy forced her own go-see

and earned her right
on the runway.

She can be your inspiration.

Yeah, I don't know.

Jane, you owe it to Christy
and your firm.

Okay, you're right.

I'm going to Lumaze!

You're much taller
than you seemed on the phone.

And you are much calmer
in person.

Oh, well,
that's because of you...

and you said
you'd take on my case.

For free!

We call it pro bono,
and I don't believe

anyone should be forced
to sell their home

so developers can put up
shopping malls.

Damn right.

The city is invoking
eminent domain.

They can try to force you to
sell your house at
market value

by claiming your neighborhood
is blighted.

Oh, how dare they?

I-I'm not willing to sell
at any price.

That house is where Oscar and
I shared our life together.

And if they force me
to leave--

It's like
you're leaving Oscar.

You understand.

Are you married,
Grayson?

I don't see a ring.

No.

Millie,
in reviewing your file.

I believe the city
may be over-reaching--

You got a girlfriend?

Eminent domain is usually used
for highways or airports.

Ohh!

You got a fella.

I should have known.

I mean, you're so neat and
trim like that Doogie Howser
fella.

Actually, I just started
seeing a woman.

Oh.

Now, I believe
our best shot is to argue--

You know, you remind me
of my Oscar.

Handsome
and strong-jawed...

and getting annoyed with me.

I'm not getting annoyed.

I just want to discuss
your case.

Okay.

But when you do find
your soul mate,

treasure every moment.

Stacy, I can't ask her
for her autograph.

Because I have to be
professional!

Oh, I have to go.

Jane?
What are you doing here?

And how did you beat us?
I drive a Porsche.

And I know more about
this client than anyone.

I really think
I can be helpful.

Oh, really?

Did you know
that she wore Ralph Lauren

every day
to her husband's trial?

So?

Christy Talbot
and designer Ralph Lauren

had a famous feud
back in her heyday

about taupe leather pants.

But the second
her husband was arrested,

Ralph rushed to her side.

Personally, I think he was
using her for the publicity,
but...

Prior knowledge of a client
is an advantage.

Let's go.

I was just buying a bag.

The clerk was being
extremely rude.

We'd like you to release
Miss Talbot immediately.

The police
are on their way.

Christy, don't worry, I won't
let them arrest the woman

who invented
the catwalk "freeze and turn."

Freeze and turn...

and turn.

I'm sure she didn't mean
to assault anyone.

You'll want to see
the tape.

Security GUARD:
And here it comes.

I'm thinking her card was
declined because the A.D.A.

froze her assets.
They're trying to squeeze her,

hoping she'll tell
where her husband is.

Uh, hello! I'm right here,
and I don't know where he is.

Listen,
no one got hurt.

Our client is under a lot of
stress. You know how women get

when they can't shop.
How do women get?

Sir, Christy came to your
wonderful store for solace.

She was simply engaging in
some much-needed retail
therapy.

Which, by the way,
that Gucci bag is exquisite.

So when it was inexplicably
taken away,

surely you can understand
how someone might get upset.

So an apology
should cover the assault,

and...

...this should cover
the bag.

Right on the nose.

I know. And I promise
this will never happen again.

As soon as Miss Talbot's
credit cards are unfrozen,

she will return for a round
of well-publicized therapy.

Well, if it's okay
with the salesclerk,

I see no reason
to hold her.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Nice work, Jane.

Now, let's get
my assets unfrozen

so that I can pay you back.

We'll petition the court.

Forensic accounting
is my specialty, so...

Thank you...
but she will be my lawyer.

Me?

Her?

I'd be honored.

I am so on to you.

I'm busy, Kim.
You stole Christy Talbot.

It just kind of happened.

Oh, like you just
kind of happened

to show up at the store.

Well, I thought I could help,
and I did.

Aw, there she is,
sweet Jane.

"I thought I could help."
You're a shark.

-What?
-You pretend you're
not ambitious

and everyone falls for it,

and then you swoop in
for the kill.

Actually,
you're more like a duck.

All sweet and calm
above the water,

but underneath, your little
legs are churning away.

Okay,
what do you think I want, Kim?

Oh, I know what you want.
Partnership.

My partnership.

Seriously,
I couldn't care less.

Quack!

You are so obvious.

Okay, hold on.

Hello.

Hi, Miss Talbot.

Christy.

I was just working
on your case, and--

Yes!
Cocktails tonight.

Um, I-I look forward
to seeing you.

Okay. Okay, bye.

Where were we?

Quack!

Parker--

You're looking
for another case.

How did you know that?
Jane got Christy.

You're gonna ask for something
partnership-worthy.

I'm thinking
a product liability

or a potential class action.
Something with a wow factor.

You don't need wow. You just
need more pro bono hours.

Actually, you need
some pro bono hours.

You have none.
Seriously?

Mm.

No, I give money
to charity.

I did that, uh...

walkathon for the kids
with the thing

who wanted to go
to that camp, remember?

Pro bono's not really
up my alley.

The partners know
you can bring in,

but we also need to know
you can give back.

Fine. Bring it on.

Just...nothing too icky.

I'm not really into the
smelly, the contagious,

or anything with a syndrome.

Talk to your boyfriend.
He just took on a pro bono.

Maybe he could use
your help.

Mm.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice?

So I spoke to the court. The
D.A. seriously overstepped,

and your personal account
was supposed to be off-limits.

So that account
and your credit cards

should be available
in a few days.

I told you
everything would be okay.

Ang is my rock.

All my other girlfriends
bailed on me

when my husband was arrested.

The press says that you helped
your husband disappear,

and the A.D.A. considers you
a person of interest.

We know.
There's been a cop car

in front of her house
for weeks.

Jane, I love my husband,
but I didn't help him flee.

We were in Santa Barbara
for the weekend.

We were kayaking.

He wanted some time alone
to contemplate,

so I came back to shore alone.

I never saw him again.

When-- When he didn't come
back that night,

I'm the one who called
the authorities.

She cried herself sick
for three days

thinking he was hurt
or worse.

If the press is right
and he skipped town,

then I'm angry as hell
that he just left me.

But...I don't know.

I-- I don't know
what to believe.

No way.

She's telling the truth.

Oh, no,
not about Christy.

Excuse me.

Oh, my God!

Jane,
what are you doing here?

With Christy Talbot!

I'm a huge fan.

You know her?

Um...yeah.

This is my best friend,
Stacy.

When I told you
about cocktails with Christy,

I told you it was business.

All I heard was
"cocktails with Christy."

Um...
would you care to join us?

Oh!
Does a Brazilian ouch?

Of course
I would like to join you.

Just sit.

Oh, look what's in my purse.

Your comeback spread,
"35 and fabulous."

Would you mind?
No.

Okay, can you make it out
to "Stacy, my number-one--"

"Number-two fan."

Um, okay. Ha.

So...

here's to frozen margaritas

and unfrozen assets.

Favorite ice cream?
Mmm, mint chip.

Favorite tort?
Lemon.

Law, not dessert.

I know.

I was kidding.

Huh. Five whole minutes
before bringing up work.

That's a new record
for you.

Oh, shut up.

Like you don't love
to talk about your cases.

Speaking of,
I hear you're working

on an interesting pro bono.

Sweet old lady,
big evil developer.

Ooh.

I've represented
big evil developers before.

I know how they think.
Maybe I could help out.

That'd be great.

And you could use
the pro bono hours.

How did you know that?

Parker told me
you'd be asking.

Busted.

Where are you going?

Got 50 bucks
riding on the Dodger game.

Ugh.
If you had a TV in here,

I wouldn't have to leave
the bed.

Uh, do you have a TV
in your bedroom?

Oh, wait.
I wouldn't know.

I've never been to your place.
Really?

Yes, really. Somehow,
we always end up here.

It's more convenient. My place
is closer to your gym.

Busted.

Okay.

Next sleepover, my place.

You said that last time.

It's a miracle. Five-inch
heels that feel like 3.

Let me tell you
about miracles.

34Bs that look like 36Cs.

Gels, baby, gels.

Donny and Marie have never
been so happy and perky!

What?

Sonny and Cher,
you've got a treat in store.

Uh, it's Tony.

Yay!

It's this cute guy
she's totally crushing on.

Answer it! Answer it!

Go on, pick it up!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, Tony.
Mm.

I know it's last-minute,

but you want to grab
a quick dinner?

I would love to, but I'm
actually at a client meeting.

Really?
Sounds like you're at a bar.

Well, I'm at a client meeting
at a bar.

'Cause I have
the best client ever.

So how about lunch...

Thursday?
Great.

Okay.
I'll swing by and pick you up.

Jane?
I have to go now.

Miss Talbot? L.A.P.D.

Your husband's body
has been found.

Oh, my God.
He washed up onshore

in Santa Barbara.
No. No.

Miss Talbot,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Donald Spanger.

What?
I need you to stand, please.

I swear to God,
I didn't do anything!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Speak to me lawyer!

Um, that would be me.

Where do you come off
asking the judge

to deny my client bail?

Give me one good reason!

I'll give you two.

Premeditated murder and the
woman is a flight risk.

You're just harassing her
because she's...fabulous.

Look, Miss Bingum,

your client and the victim
rented kayaks,

went out into the ocean.

Only your client returned.

Coroner reports her husband
was killed with a blow
to the back

of his head from a kayak oar.
Do the math.

It's all circumstantial.

Plus motive.

Christy killed him
while he was out on appeal.

She picked
the perfect time.

What are you talking about?

If the verdict was upheld,

his estate would go
to the government.

Christy would get nothing.

But if he died while he was
appealing, as is the case,

then his conviction
is automatically vacated.

And Christy keeps every penny.

I have the authority

to offer a plea.

Second-degree murder.

But the offer goes away
if this thing goes to trial.

My case must be a tough one

if I'm getting two
free lawyers.

Cookie?
No, thank you.

Kim offered to help,
and we're lucky to get her.

Oh...

We have
some good news.

The developers made
an impressive new offer

for your house.
Twice the market value.

Oh,
I don't want to sell.

Oh, it's our obligation
to bring you the offer.

Well, okay,
but, no, thanks.

Millie, in this economy, you
should at least consider it.

Miss, I am not going to leave
my Oscar.

You don't have to answer right
away. Take time,
think about it.

I don't want them
destroying my home,

and if you can't respect
my wishes,

then you shouldn't
be working on my case

or...eating my cookie.

I assure you, Millie,
we're both on your side.

This isn't the girl you're...
seeing, is it?

Yes.

Why?

Oh...just a question.

Don't go anywhere.

I'm getting you
the rest of the cookies.

Wow. I mean,
I understand sentimental,

but, come on,
this place smells like old.

Our job is to represent
the client,

not impose ourselves
on them.

I think she's playing us.
She just wants a better offer.

She doesn't want to leave
50 years of memories.

Why is that
so hard to believe?

Because everyone
has a price.

Maybe she doesn't.

She'd be the first.

You want me
to take a deal?

Twenty years.
You'd be out in 12.

They have strong evidence
and motive.

But I didn't
kill my husband.

I admit,
I was mad at him.

I mean, he ripped off
all of those investors,

and we were fighting.

We were fighting a lot.

But I loved him.

I didn't even get a chance
to say goodbye to him,

and you're telling me

that you want me to say
that I killed him?

We strongly recommend
you take the plea.

But I'm innocent.

Do you hear me?

I am innocent.

I under--

Okay, that's settled.
We'll reject their offer.

Jane.
No plea.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You heard her.
She didn't do it.

They all say that.

Did you see her cry?
Those were real tears.

She's an actress.

She's a terrible one.

In her TV movie
My Daughter, The Stranger,

she couldn't even fake a
frown, let alone a tear.

You know her performance
got a jeer from TV Guide?

And that's what makes you
think she's telling us
the truth?

Absolutely.

Kim.

Uh, I didn't expect
to see you back here so soon.

Where's Grayson?

He was busy, and I didn't
think this should wait.

Millie, we got another offer.
A million dollars.

It's like winning
the lottery.

Well, if I wanted to win
the lottery,

I would play the lottery.

Tell the developers,
"No, thank you."

Millie, think about what that
kind of money could buy you.

A nice condo, stability.

They're not going any higher,

and if you wait for the
hearing and they win,

you're back
to fair-market value.

Look,
every day that I am here,

it's like my Oscar
is still with me.

Can money buy that?

You'll still have
those memories,

and I'm sure he would want you
to take the--

Oh, how dare you?

You have no idea
what Oscar would want!

Oh, I'm...

I'm sorry
if I was out of line.

And I admit,
I'm not sentimental,

and I don't understand
your attachment,

but I need you to see--
Look.

My whole life,
I have known women like you.

Women who only see the world
one way.

Everything revolves
around them.

They don't care about what
someone else needs or wants.

Let me tell you something,
missy.

Those women,
they end up unhappy.

Um...

I'm sorry
I wasted your time.

Uh, Mac O'Brien,
proprietor of
Mac's Kayak Shack.

On the day
Mr. Spanger disappeared,

did you rent kayaks
and paddles

to both he and his wife,
the defendant?

That's right.

Do you remember anything
unusual about their behavior?

They were arguing
over money.

Your honor, allow me to read
from exhibit A,

the coroner's report.

Proceed.

"Polymer-blend shards were
found in the victim's skull.

"Cause of death was
blunt-force trauma
to the occipital bone

"with a weapon consistent

with the shape and size
of a kayak paddle."

Mr. O'Brien, what kind
of paddles do you rent?

Polymer-blend ones.

Thank you.

How many kayak-rental places

are along the southern
California coast?

Thirty to 40.

And are you the only one that
rents polymer-blend paddles?

No, they all do.

You said that the defendant
was arguing with her husband.

Are they the only couple

that you have ever seen
fighting at your shop?

No, no. I've seen some pretty
wicked fights over the years.

Well, according to Oprah,

the average married couple
fights several times a week.

Objection.
That's not a question.

Um...

What Oprah said,
did you know that?

No,
I-I only watch Ellen.

Are you married?
Yep, five years.

And have you ever argued
with your wife?

Yeah, of course.

Have you killed
your wife?

No.

No further questions.

Hey! Um, if Millie calls,
will you--

She called.

She was sobbing, begging me
not to be upset with her

for turning down a million
dollars. What million dollars?

I never heard about it.
I was gonna tell you tha--

Were you gonna tell
the developers?

Because when I called--
I wish you hadn't.

Because there was no offer!

You were bluffing Millie.
What the hell?

I was testing out
a theory.

I thought Millie was holding
out for more money,

and if that were
the situation, then I--

Then we would have to approach
this case differently.

But I was wrong.

So...good news,
you were right.

It turns out
she really loves that dump.

This isn't a game, Kim.

Millie may be a pro bono case,
but it's a real case.

What would you have done
if she said yes to the offer?

I would have figured something
out. I'm good on my feet.

If she finds out what you did,

she could sue us
for malpractice.

How would that look
for your partnership?

Oh.
Now, that is refreshing.

A light lavender mist

is an excellent
hydration delivery system.

Thank you.

Christy, it's important that
you hold your head up high
in court.

You didn't do anything wrong,

and that's the image
you need to project.

Now, from "35 and Fabulous,"

I know that you only wear

light browns
with pink undertones.

It's perfect.

Oh, and nails.

Christy, you have
a big decision to make.

I'm guessing that's not
a yea or nay on French tips.

It's "do you want to testify?"

If you take the stand,
I can't protect you

from anything the A.D.A. asks,
so...

it's risky.

It was getting late.

I was tired, so I kayaked back
to the shore.

And you left your husband
by himself?

Yes. He wanted some time
alone.

You never saw him again?

No.

Isn't it true you believed
your husband would lose
his appeal,

so you killed him
for his money

then planned to flee
the country?

Objection! Conjecture.
He's just making crap up!

Mr. Montez,
are you making crap up?

Allow me to submit
exhibit B.

My office secured a subpoena

to search a storage unit
owned by Miss Talbot.

And this is what we found.

A fraudulent passport.

Christy's picture, a new name,

a new birth date.

According to this,
her name is Laura Willis,

and her age is 43.

So no,
I'm not making crap up.

Um, your honor,
I need a recess, please.

Well, I'll say this:

Your acting's really improved.

Jane, I didn't kill Donald.
Whatever.

I'll go to the D.A. and see
if he'll consider a plea.

The terms won't be
as good as before.

I won't plea.

Then you spend
the rest of your life

in that unflattering jumpsuit!
And just so you know,

orange is not going forward
this season.

I'm 43.

My real name
is Laura Willis.

That passport and I.D.,
they're real.

I'm a fake.

What does that mean?

I was born in Ohio.

When I moved to L.A.,
I got into shape.

I had a little rhino,
a little lipo,

and while I was at it, I
sucked eight years off my age.

You needed
to create an image.

The business
can be really cruel.

I had a cousin that was
eight years younger than me,

and she passed away.

I used her
social security number,

and...I reinvented myself.

I took everything
that belonged to the old me,

and I hid it
in that storage unit.

I'm not the greatest person
in the world, Jane.

But I'm not a killer.

Well, I'll just explain
the situation to the court,

and the jury is--
No!

No,
you can't say anything.

Absolutely not.

No one can know
about Laura Willis.

The only reason
that I'm telling you

is because I need you
to believe in me.

Christy,
this could save you.

I lost my husband...

and most of my friends.

I can't lose what's left.

I don't want to disappear.

I'm Christy.

I'm not Laura.
I'm not her anymore.

If this is about work, plenty
of older models
have jobs and--

No, it's not about work.
This is about my life.

The whole world
thinks that I'm...

35 and fabulous.

If you explain
that passport,

I am gonna be the punch line
on late-night TV.

Please,
find something else.

Anything else.

Here.

I figured
you could use this,

considering the coffee
situation at the office.

Thanks.

Come on, Grayson.

I'm trying to apologize.

I'm sorry I went off
the deep end with Millie.

You really have a thing
about her.

Actually...

I think it's more about me.

I have a really hard time
believing that somebody

could be that attached
to a physical space.

As a kid, I switched houses
at least every other year.

I never grew attached
to anyplace

because I couldn't.

But I guess...

Some people
are truly sentimental,

and I need to get over
myself.

I'm really sorry,
and I'm really embarrassed,

and if you want me off
this case, consider it done.

Okay.

All right.

No, I mean, "Okay,
stop beating yourself up."

and I'd like you
to stay on the case.

Thanks.

So...

your place tonight,
right?

Uh...

um...

yeah, if, uh...

I'm not sure if--
It's okay.

Really, it's fine.

Um, Jane, I need to tell you--
Teri, can it wait?

I need you to go back
and pull anything

we might have missed
on Christy's background.

Tony.
Tony's here.

Crap.

Good to see you too.

You didn't get my text.

No, I didn't.

"Hey, Tony. So sorry,
need a rain check."

There it is.

I-I'm so sorry.
Really, i-it's this case.

How can I make it up to you?
Dinner?

What happened to the rest
of the Talbot files?

Tony? Long time, no see.
Hey!

Hey.
How you doing, man?

I was doing pretty good till,
uh, Jane blew me off, here.

It's okay. I get it.

Um, we'll reschedule. Teri,

can you get me copies
of the coroner's report?

Hey, do you know
Kim Kaswell?

Uh, yeah, I've gone up against
her twice. The score's 1-1.

Nice. The two of you should
join us for dinner tomorrow.

Yeah,
if, uh, Jane's free. Jane?

Yeah. Yeah, I-I think so.

Can you get me every article
on Donald Spanger

since his disappearance?

Great. I'll make
the reservation for four.

See you then.

This'll be fun, Jane.
What'll be fun?

Dinner. Grayson, Kim.

See you tomorrow.

Kim?

Did I just agree to that?

I'm a witness.

Fun.

K & M Construction wants to
build a shopping mall,

and they need my
client's house.

Now,
in filing their paperwork,

they did a brilliant job

of following
the letter of the law...

while violating its spirit.

Objection!

If no law was broken,
what are we doing here?

Overruled. Proceed, Mr. Kent.

K & M see Millie's house
as bricks and wood,

ready for the wrecking ball.

But anyone who's ever lived
with a loved one,

with a soul mate...

...knows that it's so
much more.

It's where memories are made.

And after the passing
of your soul mate,

it's where those memories
are kept.

And eventually, the house
becomes the memory itself.

You've heard the expression
"you are what you eat."

Well, I believe
"you are where you live."

And if you let
that wrecking ball in...

...well, I'm not sure
you can destroy Millie's house

without destroying her life.

That was lovely,
dear.

Thanks.

We'll adjourn till morning.

I'll render my decision then.

Thank you.

I think I really made
an impression on the judge.

Not just the judge.

That was some speech.

What?

"You are where you live."

You were talking about
your home.

No, I was talking about Millie
and her home.

Come on, Grayson. You were
speaking from the heart.

You were talking
about you and Deb

and the house you shared.
The one I've never seen.

Kim--
And now I understand why.

You'd feel like
you were cheating on her.

It's not like that.

Three nights ago, you said our
next sleepover

would be at your place.

We haven't
slept together since.

Look, I can't imagine
what you've been through,

but I don't want to be
the other woman.

I'm not a...wrecking ball.

I care about you,
about what you want and need.

And right now...

this isn't it.

♪ You will get over this

♪ Keep waiting for it

Ugh, I'm so tired,

I don't even know
what I'm looking at anymore.

There's got to be
something here.

Good evening, ladies!

Is this the headquarters
of Operation Save Christy?

Ugh, I never thought
I'd be so happy to see you.

Two cappuccinos,
triple shots.

This is so exciting. I'm doing
my part to save a model.

You just brought the coffee.
And I can take it away.

You're a hero.
Mm.

What the hell?

What is it?
Something disgusting?

No.
No, check this out.

Right here.

Ooh, a blemish!
What does it mean?

I don't know.

Well, it says
in the crime-lab report

that on Donald's neck,
the tech found candela wax,

carmine, and eosin.

It's lipstick!
Waterproof lipstick.

I read cosmetic labels.

So the lipstick on his neck

probably means Donald died
after making out with someone.

But if Donald and Christy
were fighting,

they wouldn't have been
kissing.

Oh, my God, I could be a CSI.

This lipstick could prove

that Christy wasn't the last
person to see her
husband alive,

which would mean
she didn't kill him.

That's fantastic!

Doesn't Christy
look great here?

It's the perfect shade
of lipstick.

Now take a look at her lips.

Awful. A fashion don't.

And a career model
such as Miss Talbot

would know
that Orange Sunrise lipstick

would clash with her skin
tone, isn't that right?

Sure, but what does it
have to do with me?

There was lipstick found
on Donald's dead body,

and the crime lab identified
the lipstick as Orange
Sunrise,

long-lasting,
waterproof Orange Sunrise.

What lipstick
are you wearing?

Um...Orange Sunrise,

but, ha,
it's a very popular color.

You're right.
It doesn't prove anything.

Angie, do you have a nickname
for your breasts?

Objection!
Relevance?

Oh, her breasts
are extremely relevant.

Mm, proceed. Short leash.

I call them Donny and Marie.

Last night,
I combed through

all of the victim's
overseas accounts.

Were you aware
that he set up two accounts

named Donny and Marie?

Must be a coincidence.

I got a subpoena for the
password to Donny and Marie--

The accounts,
not your breasts--

No I.D. is required,
just a series of numbers.

1-2-2-0-7-9.

A numerical representation
for December 20, 1979.

Your birthday.

Angie, you and Donald were
having an affair, weren't you?

I didn't kill him.

I was in love with him.

You were my best friend.

Order. Order in this court.

Donald and I were going
to run away together,

but he was terrified
Christy would find out.

If she did,
he feared for his life.

And he was right.

Angie, where were you
the night Donald disappeared?

I don't remember.

I have a credit-card receipt
that might jog your memory.

It says here that you rented
a boat in Oxnard.

So was the plan to have Donald
and Christy go kayaking,

and for Donald to wait
until Christy went ashore

and then for you
to pick him up in your boat?

Yes.

We were going to flee
to Mexico,

but he never showed up
because Christy killed him!

She is lying!

Order! Order.
What?

There's only one problem
with your story, Angie.

You rented this boat
for one day.

If your plan
was to flee the country,

you would've rented that boat
for as long as possible

so no one would
come looking for you.

Isn't that right?
N--

You met Donald off the coast
of Santa Barbara.

You kissed him, maybe more,

and then you bashed him over
the head with a kayak paddle

and threw him overboard.
No, I--

Then returned the boat,
acted the part

of the concerned best friend,
biding your time

until you could get
Donny and Marie,

two accounts worth $6 million.

And that is not a question,
Angie,

because we know
that's exactly what happened.

While the fifth amendment
provides for eminent domain

as long as the property owner
is justly compensated,

I found the petitioner's
argument compelling.

I rule in favor
of Millie Carlson.

Your honor,
counsel didn't put forth

a single legal argument.

Mr. Langford, just because you
found a way to work the system

doesn't mean
that I have to allow it.

You'll be overturned
on appeal.

Quite likely.

What just happened?

That nice judge
just bought you

another six months
in your house.

Ohh.

Thank you.

Oscar would be so pleased.

Oh.

So you promise me

you'll do this all over again
in six months?

Of course.
Unless, you know,

in time,
you might be ready to move.

Oh, no, uh, I'll never move.
And that's your choice.

No one can tell you to move on
if you're not ready.

Uh, yes, well,
about that. Um,

I got to ask you something.
Of course.

You promise to keep working
for me pro bono, right?

Millie,
you have our word.

And as my lawyers,

whatever I tell you
is confidential, right?

Attorney-client privilege,

like what I've seen
on Law & Order?

You can tell us anything.

I can't move because
if they dig up my house,

they'll find Oscar
buried under the floorboards.

I killed him in '89.

He was a real pain in the ass.

He wouldn't shut up,
even during Wheel.

So one day, I...

I had enough.

Well,
see you in six months.

Don't say anything.

I wouldn't know
where to begin.

Take it.

Take it.
It's just a bag.

Well,
when you put it that way.

Okay, thank you.

You must think
I'm such a fool.

My husband
and my best friend.

I missed, um,
all the signs.

No.

You just wanted to believe

that the people who love you
actually love you.

If only I could do it
all over again,

I would do things...
so differently.

Hey, do you want to grab
some dinner?

My credit cards
are working again.

Oh. Any other time,
absolutely.

I just-- I've got--

Ohh.
Hot date with Tony?

More like
an uncomfortable double date

with Tony and...
two colleagues, but, yeah.

You know, Christy,
as your number-one fan

and now your friend,

I just want to say that it's
never too late

to do it all over again.

You know,
to do things differently.

Thanks, Jane...

for everything.

Hey.

Oh.

Hello?

You're not gonna
believe this.

You're blowing me off
for work?

I've got a hot date
with 57 boxes

of discovery
in a warehouse in La Caada.

Lunch tomorrow no matter what.

Yes, no matter what.

Bye.

So, that was Tony,
and he's not coming.

Neither is Kim.

You're kidding me.

No, we broke up.

Oh, Grayson, I'm...

Uh, should we
just call it a night?

No way.
I already ordered the Pinot.

Have a seat.

Okay.

So, what happened?

I mean, not that
you have to tell me,

just if you wanted
to talk.

She dumped me.

Was she awful?

No, but maybe I was.

I wasn't really ready
to date.

I told her I was.

Hell, I had to sell her
on the idea,

but when push
came to shove...

I wouldn't let her in.

To your heart?

To my house.

What?

You know,
Deb once told me something:

I have this theory,
and, Grayson, it's a good one.

Is this about how produce
will take over the world?

The whole reason fruit exists
is to get us to eat it

and spread its seeds so it can
multiply. It's genius!

But that's not
what I was gonna say.

You know how some people say
"you are what you eat"?

Well, I think
you are where you live.

You're just saying this
because we moved in together
last week.

I'm saying this
because it's true.

Waking up in our house
with you,

I feel like I'm the person
I was always meant to be.

Yeah.

Me too.

If I'm meant to be
with Deb,

then without her,

I'm thinking I should be
alone.

Hey, I have a theory too.
You want to hear it?

Sure.

I yam what I yam,
and that's all that I yam.

That's Popeye.

Yeah, but I really think
Popeye was onto something.

See, Grayson, maybe we're not
just where we live,

or what we eat or what we do.

We are who we are,
and that's always changing.

You were the person who was
meant to live with Deb,

you know, but you've changed
since she's been gone.

When the time is right,

you will find another person
to share your life.

How can you be so sure?

I just am.

It's not a bad theory.

Yeah.

Deb had
a million of them.

Did I ever tell you
how she believed

produce was trying
to take over the world?

The whole reason fruit exists
is to get us to eat it

and spread its seeds
so it can multiply.

It's genius.

You know that one?
Yeah.

♪ And I've got to learn
How to get by ♪