All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S05E01 - Back from the Dead (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, Luke.

I used to think everything
happened for a reason.

Whoo!

Now, I sure hope
I was right.

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

* La, La-la, La

Excuse me! Excuse me!

I'm trying to find
my fiance, Owen French.

French, as in the language
or the toast.

The paramedics said
they brought him here.

I'm sorry, but...

He's dead?

No, ma'am.
But I can't tell you
where he is.

You know what?
You listen here,

little Miss... Nurse Garcia,

I realize that
I'm just his fiance

and not technically his wife

and, therefore,
not his legal
healthcare proxy.

But I am a very
smart lawyer.

Some would say brilliant.
Mmm-hmm.

And if you do not
tell me where he is,
I swear to God,

I will find a way
to sue you
and this hospital.

Are you done?

Yeah.

I can't tell you
where he is

because Mr. French,
as in the fries,

checked himself out.

What?
Mmm-hmm.

Against doctor's orders,
he took off.

Now, if you ever
come in here

threatening me again
or this hospital...

Okay. I apologize.
I'm sorry.

See, my corset's
really, really tight,
and I can barely breathe.

We've got to find him.

He's not here.
Damn it.

Owen always goes
to his chambers
when he's stressed.

Maybe he went
to his apartment.

No, he gave it up.
He was putting
his stuff in storage

until we got back
from the honeymoon.

Try calling him again.

Sweetie, he doesn't want to
talk to me.

He's not taking my calls.

Jane, what the hell
is going on?

Okay.

Um, you know how Owen...
Passed out?

Yeah.

Well, that was after
he walked in on me
and Grayson...kissing.

Oh, my...Grayson.

See, Grayson came in
to see what was
taking me so long.

And, you know,
we just started talking,
and...

And he told me
that he loved me.

And then...and then
we...we kissed.

And I didn't mean for it
to happen, you know?

But it's Grayson.

I opened my eyes,
and... and...and
Owen is there, and...

And I swear
I felt his heart break.

I've got to find him,

and I have got to beg him
to take me back.

Uh, what about Grayson?

I made a commitment
to Owen. I love Owen.

Right. I know.
And Matthew loved Lavinia,

but he still ended up
with lady Mary.

What?

Downton Abbey.

Lavinia died
of the Spanish flu,

and Matthew died
at the end of season 3.

Owen is very much alive,

and I need to make
things right with him.

Ladies.

Teri, how did you find us?

We've been texting.

What's going on?

Well, let's see.

I dismissed
all your wedding guests.

I put your mother in a cab.
I paid the band.

I got the drummer's
phone number.

I boxed up
all the catered food

and had it sent to
a homeless shelter,

except for the wedding cake.

That's now at my apartment.

Raspberry glazed amaretto...

I couldn't just let it go,
so don't judge.

Thank you.

But now I need you
to come back
to the office with me.

Teri, it is
my wedding day,

so why in the world
would I go to the office?

Because my mother's
best friend's cousin
really needs your help.

Okay, well,
I'm really sorry
to hear about

your mother's
best friend's cousin,

but I'm kind of
going through
something right now.

Jane, sometimes,
it's not all about you.

This is a matter
of life and death.

Just take the meeting,

and if you don't
want to help him,
I will leave you alone.

But first, go home
and change.

Kim. Hey.

Hi!
Wow.

Did I take you
from something?

Oh, nothing important.

Listen, I got
your voicemail
and email and text.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

What I'm gonna say...

God, it's so embarrassing.

Wendy, you can tell me
anything.

Hey, you've been my friend
since high school.

You're the only one
who knows

that my prom date
was my first cousin.

Right.

He was kind of hot.

Yeah, I know.
I tried to make out
with him.

Honestly, whatever it is,
I'm here for you.

Okay.

So, have you ever
heard of that website
revengephoto.com?

Mmm-mmm.

It's this site
that displays
naked photos of women,

emailed to the website
by angry ex-boyfriends.

So, posting the photos
are their form of revenge
for being dumped?

That's the idea.

Ew.
I know.

So, last year, I started
dating this guy, Alex Gray,

and a few months in,
he goes out of town,

asks me to take
a few photos of myself

and text them to him
because he missed me.

Why do we do these things?

So, last month, we broke up,

and this morning,
I get a call
from a co-worker,

telling me to check out
the website.

And that's when I saw
my full-frontal photos.

Well, have you asked Alex
to take them down?

He's ignoring my calls.

Yeah?

Well, he won't be able
to ignore me.

Your son
is adorable.

Is this
a custody dispute?

Uh, no, Ms. Bingum.

My wife passed away
a few years ago.

Oh.
Michael is sick.

He was diagnosed with
Cutaneous T-cell lymphoma
last December.

I'm sorry.

Usually, it's treated
with chemotherapy drugs,

and they work in about
50% of the patients,

but they didn't
help Michael.

Now, fortunately,
Whiting Pharmaceuticals

developed a process
called photopheresis,

which radiates
the white blood cells
with UV light.

And does that work?

Oh, it's like a miracle.

Uh, Michael was part
of their trial program,

and as long as
he received treatment
once a week,

he was symptom-free.

But last month,
Whiting abruptly
ended the trial.

No explanation.

And now my son
is in the hospital,

and if he does not resume
treatment, he will die.

Mr. Jacobs,
you probably don't want
to hear this, but...

Yeah, the pharmaceutical
company can terminate
the trial

at any time
for any reason.

Yes.

I've been to other lawyers.

No one will take my case.

Please...please
help my son.

Teri, call Judge Sanders,

ask her to meet me
for martinis at 42 degrees
in an hour.

Jane Bingum,
a boy's life
is in your hands,

and you're going
for cocktails?

Teri, I need a judge
to sign an ex parte
application

for a temporary
restraining order

to block Whiting
Pharmaceuticals

from terminating
the trial program,

and Judge Sanders
never turns down
a happy hour.

I'm on it.
Thank you.

Jane.

Luke.

Well, I have some
bad news for you.

Yeah, I destroyed
my wedding,

and my fiance
is missing.
I'm up to speed.

Jane pressed
the return button.

What? What are you
talking about?

Old Jane has been
watching you
from up there,

and she hasn't
been happy.

So, wait. Old Jane,
the real Jane
is...is down here?

That's not all.

What else could there
possibly be?

There's a chance,
her soul went into
Owen's body,

and that's why
he disappeared.

So old Jane's soul
went into Owen's body.

Are you kidding me?

Nothing's confirmed.

But Owen passed out,
maybe flat-lined.

Around the same time Jane
pressed the return button,

and now we can't seem
to locate her soul
or his body.

Luke, how could this
have happened?

She figured out
what you did
and did the same thing.

It's like lightning hitting
the same place twice.

Oh, and just
a heads-up.

She is pretty
pissed off at you
for screwing up her life.

What... Ha-ha!

Okay. All right.
Slow down.

See, because when I was
put into this body,

she was still
wearing granny panties
and collecting cat art.

She bought
drugstore makeup,

and...and a wild night out
was online scrabble.

Hey, I'm just
the messenger, okay?

Now, my guess is

she'll probably
go to places
most comfortable to her.

Okay, okay. All right.

Did you check
her old condo?

It's now a jiffy lube.

Wait a minute.

If old Jane's soul
is in Owen's body,

then that means
that Owen...

Is dead?

If her soul is in
his body, then...

He's gone.

Oh, my God.
I'm sorry.

How can this
be happening?

I'm still trying
to get confirmation.

Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Um...

Okay, I have to, um,
pull myself together

and go have drinks
with Judge Sanders.

Oh, but if you hear
anything from Owen...

I'll let you know.

Thanks.

I'm sympathetic, Jane.
I really am.

But the Supreme Court
has declared

there's no fundamental
right to healthcare.

Your client
is out of luck.
No, no.

I'm not gonna argue
fundamental rights.

No, I'm gonna
argue something else.

Okay. What?

Well, Judge,
I mean, I don't want to...

I don't want to ruin
the surprise.

I heard you stood up
Owen at the altar.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Have you talked to him?
Have you seen him?

No.

Is it true he came
looking for you
and passed out?

I don't really want
to talk about that.

Um, I do, however,
want to save
this boy's life,

so can you
please help me?

I can't issue the order.

I don't think
you'll prevail
on the merits.

Judge, please...

But I will grant
an emergency hearing

for a preliminary
injunction.

Thank you.

My courtroom,
tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.

Come prepared
with a real argument.

Yes, I will.
Thank you so much.

Mmm!

Are you sure
I can't interest you

in an anti-bloating
kale smoothie?

I drank them to fit
into my bridesmaid's dress,

and now my stomach
is flatter than
Gwyneth Paltrow's.

I'm fine.
Oh.

When do you think
Jane will get home?

I tried calling her,
but she's not picking up.

Did Jane mention to you
what happened...

...with us?

What exactly
are you referring to?

You know.

Or maybe you don't.

Why don't you tell me
what you think I know,

and I'll tell you
if I know what you
think I do.

I shouldn't have
said anything.

Grayson.

I'll be in my bedroom...
With my smoothie.

Hey, I'm sorry
for my timing,

but everything I said
at the wedding is true.

Yeah. Um...

We both need to pretend
that what happened
never happened.

I can't do that.

Grayson, if you really
do care about me,

you'll just never
mention it again.

I kissed you.

You kissed me back.

I know.

But when I look at you now,

all it does is
make me feel horrible
for hurting Owen,

the man I was
about to marry.

So you don't have feelings
for me?

Whether or not I do,
it just...it just
doesn't matter.

That's not an answer.

It's...it's all
I can give you.

Jane, when I kissed you,

honestly, I haven't
felt that way since...

Don't...don't say it.
Jane, listen...

Please stop.

Do you know that
Owen could be dead
because of me?

What?

Stacy said he
checked himself out
of the hospital.

Oh, right.

Yes. No, I didn't mean
literally dead.

I meant...
I meant he could be
dead on the inside.

Look, I'm clearly
just not even
thinking straight.

Um, can you leave...please?

Stacy?

Stace, have you
seen my black skirt
with the blue stitching?

Is this what you're
looking for?

Oh, God.
Good morning.

I didn't mean
to startle you.

No, I'm so glad
that you're here.

First, let me start
with the most heartfelt
apology, Owen.

I'm not Owen.

Oh, no.

That's right.

It's me...Jane.
The real Jane.

And we have a lot
to talk about, Deb.

Okay, look, I know
that you're angry with me

for what I did
with your life,

but I did not choose this.

I am doing the best I can.

Really?
Really.

So, kissing Grayson
at your wedding to Owen...

That's the best
you could do?

Well, that was
a huge mistake.

You know what?

Let me just make you
a cup of coffee
or maybe some tea.

And, um, I have
bagels and two kinds
of cream cheese.

And you and I will just
get to know each other.

You're wearing
my Aunt Faye's
tennis bracelet.

Oh, yes.

No. Um, yes.

I'm sorry.

She passed away last year,

and...and she left it
to me...you.

She left it to you,
so I'm just gonna
give that to you.

I don't want
the bracelet.

I want to destroy your life

the way that you
destroyed mine.

Yeah, sure.

I admit I posted
Wendy's photos
to the website.

So what?

Do you have the ability
to delete them?

I do.

But I won't.

Alex, I'm up
for a promotion
in a few months.

These pictures
could seriously...

Ms. Burke, you sent
the photos to my client.

He can do whatever
he wants with them.

Delete the photos,
or we'll be filing a suit

for intentional infliction
of emotional distress.

You know what?
I should sue her
for emotional distress.

After all, she dumped me,

and I was emotionally
distressed for days.

I broke up with you
because I wanted
to be monogamous,

and you said you didn't
believe in monogamy

unless it was with
multiple people.

Tell you what...
I'll delete them
for $5,000.

I'm not giving you
a penny.

Ms. Kaswell,
we know you won't prevail

on intentional infliction,

so we're calling
your bluff.

Come on, Alex.
We're done here.

All rise
for the honorable
Judge Sanders.

Jane.

Any Owen updates?

I've looked everywhere.

I even called his sister.
No one's seen him.

Thank you.

Everyone be seated,
except Ms. Bingum.

You're up.

Your honor,
Whiting Pharmaceuticals

breached a contract
with my client's son

by discontinuing
their photopheresis
trial program.

The only just remedy
is to force them
to resume treatment.

Objection.

Counselor misstates
the facts.

There was no contract.
The treatment was free.

Whiting Pharmaceuticals
was obviously enriched

by Michael Jacobs'
participation in
the trial program

or they wouldn't have
offered it for free.

And we terminated
the trial

when it was no longer
in our best business
interest to continue it.

I have courtesy copies
of a motion

to dismiss their action
in its entirety.

Hey, excuse me.

There is no legal basis
for this action.

I agree.

Unless you have
something else.

Yes.

Yes, I do, your honor.

Um, I would like to call
Mr. Jacobs to the stand.

She's wasting
the court's time,
your honor.

This man could lose
his son.

The least we could do
is hear him out.

Mr. Jacobs, come on up.

Please tell the court,

where did
your son, Michael,

receive his weekly
treatments?

Uh, St. Katherine's
hospital,

once a week,
in their cancer unit.

And I realize
the treatments
were free,

but did you
ever spend money
at the hospital?

For example,
I know when I go
to the hospital

to visit a friend
or a client,

I always go
to the gift shop.

And I know, I know.
They charge a lot,

but we're paying
for convenience,

and they have
the cutest
stuffed animals.

Objection. Relevance.

Oh, it's relevant.

Overruled.

I'm curious
where this is going.

Sure, I've spent money
at the gift shop.

Uh, I also paid
for parking.

I, uh, bought lunch
in their cafeteria.

My client's expenditures
for parking, gifts, and food

would not have
been made but for
the pharmaceutical trials.

Regardless, none of these
expenses enriched my client.

In this case, the hospital
serves as a proxy
for your client.

That's ridiculous.

I agree.

Your honor,
an 8-year-old boy
will die

if you don't step in.

Ms. Bingum,
please approach
the bench now!

Are you okay?

I'm totally fine.

No, I'm just worried
about my client.

You should be, too.

There's a rumor
going around

that you've been
searching for Owen.

Your assistant even
called my clerk,

asking if
we've seen him.

Oh.

Um, have you?

No.

I'm sorry, Jane.

I know you're
going through
something, but your...

Your half-baked
legal arguments
won't work.

Your honor, please.

Stop whining
and take a deep breath.

I'm waiting.

Now exhale.

Now go back to your seat.

Go.

Ms. Bingum,
you have 24 hours

to respond
to the defendant's motion.

Should you fail
to do so,

I will rule summarily
on the pleadings.

Jane.

That was a disaster.
I'm so sorry.

No time for a pity party.

Do you recognize
that man over there?

Good hair, custom suit,
nice package...

And by package,
I mean briefcase.

Should I?

Walter Clark.

One of
the richest men
in America,

entrepreneur of the year,
Forbes magazine, 2008.

He lives in New York
with his third wife, Bethany.

Ooh.
Exactly.

What's he doing
at this trial?

Do me a favor
and find out.

Oh, sorry.

I see you're, uh,
buried in your work there.

What is this?

Oh, a swan, a frog,

and a, uh, crane
with a glandular condition?

It's a turkey.

Oh.

Origami usually
calms me down.

It's not working.

You want to talk
about it?

Not really.
Okay.

You want to listen
to me talk?

Do I have a choice?

Uh, I'm pregnant.

Whoa! Congratulations.

This is a good thing,
right?

At first, I wasn't sure,
but, um...

Yeah, it's a good thing.

Well, who else knows?

Well, I told Parker
about it.

Let me guess...
He's not happy
one of his partners

is going to be taking
maternity leave.

Yeah.

But, um, I think
he is excited

he's going to be
a father again.

Oh.

Well, I didn't know.

So, where is
the father-to-be?

I haven't seen him
all day.

Oh, well,
his son is the lead
in his school play,

so he took off
this morning

to spend a few days
with him in Toronto.

Jay Parker stepping up.

Yes, he is.

So, what about you two?

Back together.

It feels right this time.

You're almost out
of origami paper,

so you want to tell me
what's going on with you?

I read your new
client memo...

Your revengephoto.com case.

You're changing
the subject.

And you're going after
the wrong defendant.

What are you
talking about?

I had a client once,
a shy, conservative type,

worked at
an accounting firm.

One day, she gets
an email from
her boss saying.

"Friday is pajama day
at the office. Mandatory."

So on Friday,
she wears her PJs,

only it was
a practical joke.

The entire office
had a huge laugh
at her expense.

Well, PJs are
a little bit different
than your birthday suit.

Well, maybe so
, but her boss knew
she'd be humiliated.

So, what?
You sued the boss?
No.

We sued the accounting firm
and won.

The firm knowingly
provided the forum

which caused
your client's humiliation.

Very nice.
Thank you, Grayson.

Anytime.

Oh, congrats again...Mom.

Jane.

Any news on Owen?

Sorry. Still nothing.

But I did find out

why Walter Clark
is so interested
in your case.

Talk to me.

Whiting is being purchased
by Hambridge drugs,

the company that owns
the chemotherapy protocol

that didn't work
on Michael,

and Walter Clark
is the single
largest shareholder

of Hambridge stock.

Go on.

That chemotherapy protocol

is a big business
with huge profit margins.

And if the photopheresis
trials are successful,

then that could become
the standard of care,

and the chemo protocol
would be worthless.

You bet.

So Hambridge is only
buying this company
to halt the trials.

That's disgusting.

So what now?

Get me everything
you can find
on Hambridge.

Annual reports,

board-of-director minutes,
articles,

whatever you can find.

Jane.

Oh, God.

I hear you've been
looking for me.

Owen,
before you say anything...

What's your favorite food?

What? Why?

Just answer, please.

Okay, okay.

Uh, pizza.

Ah! Wait. That doesn't
prove anything.

Everybody loves pizza.

Um...

Do you recognize
this tennis bracelet?

What?

What's your mother's
maiden name?

Fife. I thought
it was Addison.

No, that's her
middle name.

Oh, right.

Oh, right!

Owen, um, please...

Please just let me
start with the most
heartfelt apology.

Um, I...

You are
the most amazing...

Wonderful man
that I have ever met.

And I...

You should get that.

I, uh, stay, please?
Okay.

What could you
possibly want from me
right now?

Okay, Owen never died.

Jane's soul was never
inside of him.

Yeah, I just
figured that out.

So, where is old Jane?

That's the thing.

We don't really know.

You, uh, may want
to carry pepper spray.

Oh, my God.
I got to go.

Jane.
What?

Uh, actually,
I'm not here about you.

I'm here about me.

Yeah, of course.

I'm being called back.

Called back?

I was supposed to keep
you and Grayson apart.

Epic failure.

So, uh, you know...
Let's not get
all sentimental about it.

I just...
I wanted to say...goodbye.

And, uh...

I'm... I'm sorry
I wasn't a better angel.

Are you crying?

I got something in my eye.

For the record,
you were a fine angel.

You know, I can...
I can be a handful.

Mmm-hmm. Big time.

I might even miss you
a little bit.

Jane, is everything okay?

Yes. I'm so sorry.
Just one more second?

Okay.
Okay.

Owen...

I don't know
where to begin.

When someone commits
themselves 100%

to a particular
arrangement,

and then
they're devastated

by the behavior
of the other party,

there has to be
consequences.

What consequences?

I'm just saying
that when a party
gives up opportunities

based on that agreement,

the other party
can't just walk away
scot-free.

No, no, no.
I don't want
to walk away.

I want to marry you,
and...and I will earn
your forgiveness.

No, I'm not
talking about us.

Uh, okay, what?

I looked at your case.

Oh.

When Kevin Jacobs
agreed to put his son

in the photopheresis
trials, he gave up
other treatment options.

Oh, my God,
you're right.

You're right.

You think I should argue
detrimental reliance.

Hmm.
Oh, you are brilliant.

That's why I made judge
at 29.

Um...

Now, in regards to us...

Owen, I will do anything.

Jane, I loved you
so damn much, Jane,
so much, but now...

No. "But now" what?

I'm angry.

I'm... I've never
been this angry
in my entire life.

And...
And you know what?

No, I can't...
I can't have this
conversation right now.

No, no, no, no.
Owen, please
talk to me.

I don't want to say
anything that
I'm gonna regret.

My name is Levi Marx.

I'm the owner
of revengephoto.com.

Would you agree
that your website
provides a forum

through which your users
invade women's privacy

and cause
severe humiliation?

Objection.

Counselor is testifying.

Sustained.

Get off your soap-box,
Ms. Kaswell.

Yes or no?
Are women humiliated
on your website?

My site provides
an outlet for anger

that may prevent
physical violence.

Now, instead of abusing
or potentially beating up
an ex-girlfriend,

my members
send in their photos,
and they call it a day.

Are you kidding me?
Your honor?

His defense is
that he's doing
a public service

by posting photos
of naked women?

I don't need a defense.

I haven't done
anything wrong.

Okay.

Why not just take down
my client's photos
and "Call it a day"?

It would set
a bad precedent to delete
user-generated content.

One last question.

Did my client
consent to having
her photos posted?

All the photos on my site
are of adult women

who have consented
in having their photos taken.

Now, beyond that,
I wouldn't know.

Does your website
produce pornography?

Nope.

We simply provide
a forum where users
can upload their photos.

The first amendment
protects my client's right

to post these photos,
as long as the women
are of age.

Given that the plaintiff
has not put forth
any legal issues,

we move to dismiss.

Your honor...

Yes, Ms. Kaswell?
I'm listening.

May I request more time?

As much as I detest
this website,

more time won't change
the facts here.

I'm dismissing your case.

I'm so sorry, Wendy.

I'll try and get a loan
from my mom.

If I have to pay him
$5,000, I will.

Ugh. But that's
just so wrong.
I mean...

Oh.

Hi. Maggie Quinn
with The Valley Post.

I'm doing a story
on the revenge photo case.

I'd like to ask you both
a few questions.

You just took my picture.

That's right.
This is news.

Yes. Yes, it is.

And it's your right
to either publish
or not publish our photo.

What's going on, Kim?

Go ahead and call my office
to set up an interview.

Thank you. I will.

Wendy, don't call your mom
for that $5,000 just yet.

I just got your brief,
Ms. Bingum.

You'll be arguing
detrimental reliance?

That's correct.

Jane.

Michael just took
a turn for the worse.

Kevin's with him
in the ICU.

The brief has merit.
Yes, it does.

My client gave up
other opportunities
to get well.

In April, Michael
could have received
a bone marrow transplant,

but because of
the photopheresis trial,
he missed that chance.

Bone marrow transplants
are risky,

and their success
is iffy, at best.

Regardless, my client had
no way of foreseeing

that Mr. Clark...

Uh, yeah, that man
right there...would
acquire a stake in Whiting

and then discontinue
the photopheresis trial

in order to protect
Hambridge's lucrative
chemotherapy protocol.

Whoa! Now, even
if that were true,
it's irrelevant.

May we remind the court

Mr. Jacobs asked us
to include his son
in the trials?

He relied on your promise

that you would try
and make his son well.

I agree with Ms. Bingum.

There is detrimental
reliance here.

Thank you.

But under the doctrine
of detrimental reliance,

plaintiff can only recover
financial damages.

That's true.

Oh, come on,
Your honor...

He's right.

Even if I theoretically rule
in the plaintiff's favor,

I still can't
compel the defendant
to treat your client.

No. Please...

The court grants
the defendant's motion.

We're done here.

Jane. Jane!

I'm really, really
sorry, Teri.

There's got to be
something else
we can do.

No, that little boy
is gonna die because
of one man's greed.

Uh, excuse me.

You're Jane Bingum?
Yeah.

May I have a moment
of your time?

I guess.

I'll see you
back at the office.
Okay.

How can I help you?

Uh, actually,
I'm here to help you.

I'm Paul,
your new guardian angel.

So, Jane. You and me,
we're gonna be a team,

like Bert and Ernie
or Lady and the Tramp

or peanut butter
and jelly.

Oh, that's sweet. Paul?
Uh-huh.

Yeah, um, listen,
I don't need
another guardian angel.

'Cause I'm kind of over
the whole thing.

Right. I hear you.
And trust me...

You know, I only
got this job 'cause
no one else wanted it.

Apparently, you're a tricky
bit of business to manage.

That's because
I don't like to be managed.

Right. You're headstrong,
and you tend not to listen.

But the truth is...
I don't really care.

I'm sorry.

Did you just say that
you don't really care?

Yeah. Well, my trip
here on earth...

You know, I mean,
it's a vacation.

And look at me. You know?

I mean, humans
are gonna be
putty in my fingers.

Okay, the expression
is putty in your hands.

Yeah, they will be.
Check this out.

You want to touch it?

Mmm-mmm.

Yeah, humans, you know,
they're so superficial.

Up there,
we just see muscles

as tissue
composed of fibers
capable of contracting,

but down here?

Pure sex appeal.

And look at these lumps.

Oh, my God.
Nice, huh?

They're really nice.
Bring it down.

Bring it down.
What's wrong with you?

Oh, come on.

When you were in Deb's body,
all you cared about
was your appearance.

Well...

You know, you spent hours
in front of the mirror

just curling and
uncurling your eyelashes.
Uncurling.

Now that you're
in Jane's body,

maybe your priorities
have changed,

but you're no better
or worse.

Oh, wow.
You're really annoying me.

Hey, right now,
my priority is...

Damn it.
What's my priority again?

I'm guessing your priority
is to find old Jane.

Yes. That's right.
Thank you. Thank you.

We know her soul
is in a body

somewhere here
in Los Angeles.
We just can't find her.

And I need your help.
Paul, dear...

Hey, I like
when you call me dear.

You know, it makes me,

feel like you care about
my well-being. Do you?

Not at all.

Dear, I am going
to visit my sick client
in the hospital,

and you're in my way.

Oh, well...

Yeah, just remember that.

Your honor, as you know,

Ms. Kaswell failed
to get revenge photo
to take down the photos.

And this Hail Mary
against my client

is an abuse
of the legal system.

Intentional infliction
of emotional distress,

really, is a loser.

I agree, which is why
I've amended our complaint

to include
copyright infringement.

We'd like to call Alex Gray
to the stand.

And if your honor
doesn't think
we have a case

once I've finished
with the witness,
we'll drop it.

All right, Mr. Gray,
you're up.

Did my client give you
permission to publish
her photos?

What do you mean,
"publish"?

To distribute
to the public,

which is what happened
when they were displayed
on the website.

I didn't need permission.

She gave me the photos.

I could do whatever
I wanted with them
because they were mine.

Not according to the law,
they aren't.

See, if you
took the photos,
that would be true,

like when a reporter
takes my photo.

She owns it.
She can publish it.

But Wendy took
the photos of herself,

and then you
published them
without her permission,

which constitutes
copyright infringement.

Objection. Your honor,
counselor is testifying.

Maybe so, but I hope
you're paying attention.

She makes a valid point.

I'm sorry if I was
too preachy.

I'll, uh, go sit down.

Mr. Cummings.

I'd like to request
a short recess.

Five minutes.
And if your first
sentence back

isn't "We've taken down
the offending photos,"

I'll assume you don't
understand copyright law,

and I'll order you
to attend 40 hours of
continuing legal education.

Got it?

Got it.

Mr. Jacobs?

How is he?

Uh, doctors say
he's got 48 hours

if we don't get him
the treatment.

We lost in court.

No.

I am so sorry.

I don't understand
how this can happen.

A man named Walter Clark

doesn't want
photopheresis to become
the standard of care

because then
he could lose money.

Uh, where is Walter now?
I want to talk to him.

It won't make a difference.

The man is a killer.

My son is gonna die.

Hold on, hold on.

You just gave me an idea.

I did?

Now, it's...it's
a long shot, but...

Um, um, I'm sorry.
Will you excuse me?

Well, yeah. Okay.

Teri, I need you
to connect me
to the DA's office.

Tell them
it's an emergency.

Oh, I also need
the hotel where
Walter Clark is staying.

Your honor, my client
has taken down
the offending photos.

Good. So I assume
we're done here.

Not quite.
We're seeking damages.

What?

My client was not
enriched by the photos.

There are no damages.

With all due respect,
that's bull-crap.

Your client
demanded $5,000
to take down the photos.

Whether he meant
to do it or not,

he placed an implied value
on the photos.

That $5,000 was
at a settlement conference

and, under
the evidentiary code,

cannot be
admitted into court.

That conference
was concerning the claim

of intentional infliction
of emotional distress,

not copyright infringement,
so it is admissible.

Mr. Cummings,

did your client offer
to take down the photos
for $5,000?

Yes, he did, your honor.

Well, then... I'm awarding
the plaintiff $5,000.

And now we're done.

Thank you.
Congratulations.

Thank you so much.
Oh.

Oh, Mr. Clark,
may I have a moment
of your time?

I'm sure you recognize me
from court.

Of course, Ms. Bingum.

But I'm, uh...
I'm late for the airport.

Oh, no, this
won't take long.

This is an arrest warrant.
That's right.

It's dated
three days from now.

I had a friend at
the DA's office prepare it.

Second degree
murder charges
against you

for the murder
of Michael Jacobs.

According to his doctors,
he'll be dead by then.

This a joke?

Penal code 210.2.

Depraved heart murder,
callous disregard
for human life.

When you acquired
Hambridge stock,

your first order of business

was to convince that board
to make a bid for Whiting

so that you could terminate
the photopheresis trials.

It was a smart
business decision.

Look, you come after me,

you're gonna have to get
the DA to file charges

against the entire board.

Oh, see, the DA
doesn't see it that way,

as it was your
recommendation

that callously
disregarded the life
of my client's son.

You see, Mr. Clark,
the standard here
is gross recklessness,

and the DA believes

that the jury will find
your behavior to be
really, really gross.

Anyway, have a good ride
to the airport.

I'm sure we'll see you
back here in LA
real soon.

Twenty minutes
after I left Walter Clark,

the hospital
received a call

from Hambridge's
attorney

to restart
Michael's treatment.

You saved the boy's life.

I guess I did.

I mean, you'd think
I would feel on top
of the world, but...

But you feel like crap
for breaking Owen's heart,

and you're not sure
how you're gonna move on?

Yeah, because I love him,
and he hates me.

You have to give him time.

Imagine if the roles
were reversed,

and you walked in
on him kissing someone.

My God.
I'm a horrible person.

Jane, there's no excuse
for what you did.

Thank you.

But you're not
a horrible person.

If Owen understood
the circumstances,

I'm sure he would be
a lot more sympathetic,

or at least understanding.

It's just gonna take time,

and he will forgive you
one day.

I hope you're right.

Now, tell me
about Grayson.

Yeah, that was amazing.

And it was also
a huge mistake.

You know, I had a life
ahead of me with Owen,

and it was a life
I was excited about.

When Owen and I
got engaged,

I really thought I put away
my feelings for Grayson.

You can't just put
feelings away.
It doesn't work like that.

Yeah, 'cause
when he kissed me,

everything came
rushing back.

Are you expecting
somebody?
No.

I'm actually
heading out.

Stacy, this is Paul,
and he's from
up...north.

Ooh! Up north.
I've always wanted
to go there.

Trust me,
one day, you will.

Got to go. Bye.
Bye-bye.

Good to meet you.
You, too.

May I come in?
Do I have a choice?

Thanks.

Huh.

So, any luck finding
old Jane?

Uh, not yet.

Then why are you here?

Well, I'm supposed
to be keeping
an eye on you, so...

Okay. You've eyed me.

I'm tired.
I've had a long day.
You can go.

Well, great. Thanks.

Yeah, I got a fashion shoot
I have to get ready for, so...

Wait, wait, wait.
You have a fashion shoot?

Yeah. Crazy, right?

See, I was at the mall,
looking for old Jane,

and, uh, I got approached
by this photographer.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
David McAllister wants
to take your picture?

Yeah, for LA Magazine.

You know,
I'm totally psyched.

Okay, it was my dream

to be photographed
by David McAllister.

Oh, well, cool.
Well, he must be
great, then.

Yeah.

Look, I got
to go pump up
before the shoot.

It's at the beach.

But afterward,
we're having drinks
with the fashion editor.

I have a question.

I really like
apple martinis.

Do you think
I should order
something more manly?

Don't you think
that you should be
looking for old Jane?

Oh, she'll turn up.

You worry a lot,
don't you?

Well, wish me luck.

Uh, one more question.

Which look do you
like better? One or two?

This is one.

Two.

Oh, my God.
Will you please go?

You're the boss.

What now, Paul?

Oh, hi.

I thought you were
someone else.

Can I help you?

Yes, you can.

It's me...
The real Jane.

And I want my life back.