All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S01E06 - Second Chances (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

Grayson...

I have to tell you something,

and let me finish
before you say anything.

Okay. Heh-heh!

I know this is gonna sound
really crazy,

and it is really crazy,

but it's not as crazy
as you think.

I mean, it is...

crazy, but--

Good God!

What is this,
Project Run-on Sentence?

Tim Gunn?

Why are you wearing
a wedding gown, Jane?

'Cause Grayson wants to marry
me, and I want to be ready.

He wanted to marry Deb,
not Jane.

Well, I'm going to
tell him the truth.

Okay, then look him
straight in the eye and say,

"Deb is alive,
and she's here,

right in front of you."

Now you try it.

Grayson,
Deb is alive.

And she's here, and--

I sound like
a crazy person.

Jane, darling,
this worries me.

Consider
a high-quality textile.

It has a depth
and an authenticity

that can't be faked.
It sells itself.

People who are comfortable
with themselves
are the same way.

Grayson will only accept you
when you accept yourself.

That makes sense.

Of course it does.
I said it.

Heh-heh!
Now, just one piece of advice.

I know. Make it work.

Well, actually,
I was going to say

that this bolero jacket
compromises your silhouette,

but, yes, sure, make it work.

♪ I know it's never too late
To try ♪

♪ I've had enough
Of being shy ♪

♪ Is there a way...

Ohhhh.

♪ Never too late to try

Sweetie,
I had another crazy dream.

You will not believe
who was in it.

Oh, you made coffee.
You're an angel.

Thanks for noticing.

Why are you here?

And what--?
Where's Stacy?

You're welcome.

And Stacy's
still asleep.

Mm.
Fred, I feel woozy.

Ugh.
And I have a headache.

Maybe I'm sick.

Uh, ooh, let's see:
birthday party...

Whoo!

...alcohol...

...karaoke.

I would say
you're hung over.

No.
I don't get hung over.

Deb didn't get hung over.
Jane hardly drank.

You haven't built up
your tolerance.

Right. Of course.

Fred, you know,
she didn't drink,

she didn't go to clubs,
she didn't get massages.

What did she do to relax,
to--? To blow off steam?

Let me guess, she ate.

Actually, no.
She ate when she was stressed.

Uh, to relax,
she enjoyed crossword puzzles.

Lame.

Um, you still haven't told me
why you're here.

Somebody had to clean up
after your party.

So sweet.

And take care of Stacy.

She was wasted.

Wait.

W-w-wait. Did you--?

I slept on the sofa.

Now, down your coffee.

We got to get to work.

No, you're not here.

Like I said, I have an
appointment with Ms. Bingum.

Like I said,
I control her schedule,

and I don't see you
on it.

Well, I made the appointment
weeks ago.

May I ask
what this is regarding?

I'm interviewing
to be her assistant.

We're gonna
have to reschedule.

And we don't
validate parking.

Have a nice day.

Fun night?

Yeah, too much fun.

Hey, could you
do me a favor?

Does it involve bright lights
or loud noises?

No. I've been going through
some of Deb's stuff,

and I thought she'd
want to give Stacy

a few of Deb's things.

Would you mind?
Of course not.

Grayson, my office.
Noon.

Wow.
Not a single verb.

Scored my first case
working with him. Any advice?

Um, never go into his office
without a legal pad.

And breath mints.

For him.

He orders extra onions
on everything.

Got it.

Good luck.

Good morning.
Is it?

Thanks for helping
throw my party.

Next time,
make sure I stick to wine.

A woman was just here for a
meeting I didn't schedule.

Anything
you want to tell me?

What woman?
Nice try.

Here you go, Jane.

Oh, thank you.
More caffeine.

Oops. Maybe you need an
assistant with steadier hands.

Ms. Bingum.

I'm sorry
to interrupt,

but, uh, it's--
It's kind of urgent.

Of course.
With those acrylics,

she couldn't type
more than 30 words a minute.

Please come in.

Heh.

Please come in.

Whatever this is,
get it together.

How can I help you?

You don't remember me.

A few years ago, you did some
pro bono work at St. Jude's.

I'm a nurse there.

And you spoke to us about
a fraudulent malpractice suit.

Right. St. Jude's.

You were terrific.

Oh, thank you.
I'm very good at my job.

If you're here about that
case, I'll have to review
the files.

No, it's a personal matter.
Mm-hmm.

I'm scared,
and I-- I need help.

Jane.

Marianne Neely?

That's me.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say--
Wait. Hold on.

This...M-Marianne Neely
is my client.

What are the charges?

Murder.

You have a right

to have an attorney present
during questioning.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided for you
by the court.

Do you understand...?

I was 18, foolish,
and in love with an older guy.

One evening, we drove
to a convenience store.

He said he wanted
something to eat,

and I waited
in the car.

The next thing I know,

he jumps back in
and he screams, "Drive!"

He had panicked
during the robbery

and shot the clerk.
You drove the getaway car,

so you also would be charged
with the clerk's death,

even though
you never left the car.

I heard the DA
was pushing for life,

so when my lawyer
got me bail,

I just took off
and never looked back.

Is that when you came
to Los Angeles?

I changed my name,
fell in love,

got married,
had children...

two amazing children.

I had a brand-new life.
Until today.

Last week, my hospital started
fingerprinting the staff

as part
of a security upgrade.

And you knew
your prints would match.

This morning, I left my
husband, Philip, a note,

then called the police.

I told them that they could
find me at your office.

Why?

Would you want your children
seeing you arrested?

No.

And Philip never knew the
truth about your past?

I wanted to so badly.

I would look
in the mirror

and I would practice
exactly what I was gonna say,

and then
I would lose my nerve.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Actually, I do.

And I'm going to do
everything I can to help you.

Well, we had just started
the firm,

had no idea
how we'd make rent,

let alone
pay the associates.

Larry comes in
with a claim

against
a major Hollywood studio.

They didn't want to pay
profit participation

for syndication revenue.
Boy, did we make 'em pay.

For all eight seasons
of Country Club Drive.

You played the dad.

Got a People's Choice nom
in '96.

Tim Allen stole it.

My girlfriend
loved your show.

We were the Gossip Girl
of our day.

Do you like trivia,
Grayson?

The actress
that played my wife

was only three years older
than the girl playing
my daughter.

True fact.

So, Larry,
how can we help you?

I need you
to file a lawsuit.

You've come to
the right place.

Who you looking to sue?
Newscorp? Viacom?

Famousbutdead.com.
Excuse me?

It's a website that lists

whether famous people
are dead or alive.

Yeah, I know the site.
Used it once to look up Urkel.

Alive. Lost 5 bucks.

My nephew looked me up.
Apparently, I'm dead.

Now, how am I gonna get work
in this town

if people think
I'm unavailable, permanently?

Larry...

you're in good hands.

Grayson is
our new-media expert.

In fact,
he heads the division.

Great seeing you again.

I'll be right back.

Parker.

I thought we were
representing him together.

We were, when I thought
he was taking down a studio.

Famousbutdead.com?

Forget damages. He'll be lucky
to get an apology.

But you...told him
I was your new-media expert?

You knew about the website.
That makes you an expert.

Look, I owe this guy,
so do what you can.

Let him think he's the most
important client in the world.

But keep me
out of it.

Hey.

Promise me
you won't tell Stacy

that I'm madly, passionately,
insanely in love with her.

Um...okay.

But you've asked her out,
serenaded her,

and I totally saw you
write a love poem

titled
"Stacy, I love thee."

Trust me, she knows.

Yeah,
well, big mistake.

I, uh, found this magazine
in Parker's mail,

and I just read
the most amazing article:

"Get the girl
by playing hard to get."

I mean, the author
should win a Pulitzer.

His insights into the
female mind are extraordinary.

Who knew that women
want what they can't have?

It's--
This is groundbreaking.

Fred, Fred...

Stacy knows
she can have you.

Yeah, well,
according to the author,

it's never too late
to start playing hard to get.

What are you
hoping for here?

That she falls
madly in love with you?

You guys get married
and start a family

of half-human,
half-guardian-angel babies?

Yeah, that sounds good
to me.

So, promise me you won't
say anything, okay?

Sure. Fine.
Whatever.

Listen,
I got to get back to work.

There's this woman,
Marianne, and she needs me--

You're not listening!
Huh?

Later, Fred.
Oh, uh, I almost forgot.

I got you something.

"Crossword Puzzles
for the Genius Mind"?

I think you might
be in for a treat.

That is
a lovely blouse.

I remember picking it up
at the dry cleaners.

Not that you asked.
I just like to help.

Like when I organized
all your pleadings

and alphabetized
all your self-help books.

And don't forget who brought
you 3 a.m. doughnuts

before the Johnson closing.

Why are you
telling me all this?

I just want to be sure
that, despite your amnesia,

you remember
how important I am to you.

Jane. Oh, that's so cute.

You got a fashion-forward
handbag. Good for you.

What do you want,
Kim?

Parker assigned me
to your case, second chair.

No,
I don't need help.

This isn't
my first criminal trial.

Is it?

I have more
criminal experience than you.

Kim,
I can handle it.

And, given
the circumstances,

this case could generate
a lot of press.

You don't like being
the center of attention.

Unlike you?
Well...yeah.

I mean,
I look great on-camera,

and I just
got my teeth bleached.

Oh.

I spoke with Philip Neely,
our client.

He's expecting us.

Marianne's been lying
to me since the day we met.

She didn't grow up in Vermont.
She's from Fresno.

Her parents didn't die
when she was young.

And she was a fugitive,
for God's sake.

She wanted to tell you
the truth, but she was scared.

And that makes it okay?

No.

Philip, I'm sorry.

I -- T-that's not what I
meant. She left a note
on the fridge.

That's how I found out
my wife wasn't Marianne,

but-- But someone
named Fay Green.

It's complicated.

But maybe
if you speak with her--

I have nothing to say to her,
Ms. Bingum.

Relationships
are based on trust.

She's a fake.

And so was my marriage.

What do I say to our kids?

We don't mean to diminish
your feelings,

but you're gonna have to set
them aside to help Marianne.

The prosecution has waived
change-of-venue,

and we'll be prepping
for trial.

Mr. Neely, we don't have
the law on our side.

We need
to give the jury a reason

not to send your wife to
prison for the rest
of her life.

And what does that
have to do with me?

We'll need you to testify
about how Marianne

is not the same person
she was 20 years ago.

It is crucial we show the jury
that you've forgiven her

so they can, too.

But I haven't.

Look, I'm sorry. I appreciate
you coming out here,

and-- And I'll show up
at the trial

and I'll sit there
and be quiet,

for the sake
of our children.

But I don't forgive her.

And if you put me on that
stand, I won't pretend
that I do.

Morning, sweetie.

I cooked you
an awesome breakfast.

I think the word you're
looking for is "toasted."

Mm.

What's going on?

Fred stopped calling me,
and I'm just curious.

Why?

Stacy, you're not
interested in him, are you?

Sweetie, don't tell me you've
forgotten our third rule.

We don't decide if we like a
guy until we're sure
he likes us.

Oh, my God.

You like him.

Before your party,
he'd call, send e-mails.

Did I tell you
he wrote me a poem?

It was almost stalker-y.

Since the party,
not even a twitter.

If you want
to talk to him...

Yeah?
...call him.

What did you do
with my bestie?

Rule number seven: We do not
call boys. They call us.

Do you recognize
this bracelet?

No. Should I?

Grayson gave me
this box of my stuff--

Deb's stuff.
-to give to you.

Oh,
he's so thoughtful.

Ooh!
I love this scarf.

Yeah, I'm keeping it.

So, this bracelet,
it's not mine.

You're right. Silver clashed
with your skin tone.

So why is it
with my stuff?

You think it belongs
to another woman, don't you?

You went there quick.

No. I trust Grayson.

Then again, Philip didn't know
Marianne was really Fay.

All My Children?
My client. She made a mistake,

and now has to live her life
as somebody else.

Hey,
that's just like you!

I know.
Well, not exactly.

Marianne may have to spend the
rest of her life in prison.

Mm.
Oh!

I have to go to court.

Ooh, when you see Fred,

don't tell him I sorta,
kinda, maybe like him.

Remember our rules.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.

Okay.

Famousbutdead.com,
your website,

caused my client
great and irreparable harm

when you listed him
as deceased.

It's bad enough
the industry assumes I'm gone.

You confirmed it in writing.
I am so sorry.

I'm a huge fan
of Country Club Drive.

One of my all-time favorite TV
moments: season 2, episode 3.

You punched that ex-con for
trying to scam your daughter.

I screamed at the TV set.
You were so in the moment.

You want to know something?
That ex-con was my pool man.

I discovered him.
True fact.

What can we do about this,
Oscar?

I'm gonna return your status
to "alive" immediately.

And I'll post a notice
on the home page

saying I met you.

And I'll--
I'll include a photo.

How's that sound?

I don't know.

Larry, he's going to print
a full retraction,

and he didn't mean any harm.

All right.

Thank you so much.

Nice kid.

And you did a very good job,
young man.

Oh, thank you. Like Parker
said, we're always here
for you.

How about lunch?
Celebrate my resurrection.

I wish I had the time, but I
need to get back to work.

W-want me
to sign something?

Maybe
for your girlfriend?

My girlfriend?

You said she's a fan.

Yeah, right. It-- Um...

The thing is--

And what's
the lucky lady's name?

Uh, Deb.

Mr. Nailor, do you remember

the last time
you saw your father alive?

Dad worked the evening shift
at the Stop-and-go,

but he'd always come home
for dinner.

I remember
we had hot dogs that night.

And he kissed me goodbye

and told me that he'd wake me
up in the morning for school.

But that didn't happen.

In, uh, junior high,

you, uh, you joined
the football team.

Yeah.

He never saw you play.

No.

Wasn't there
when you graduated.

No.
Never met his grandkids.

No.

Your witness.

Mr. Nailor, I am very sorry
for your loss.

Thanks.

Sir...you're aware

that the person who shot your
father is already in jail?

Yeah.
Do you think your father

would hold Marianne personally
responsible for his death?

Objection. Relevance.

Sustained.

Do you hold her
personally responsible

for killing your father?

I know she didn't fire the
gun, if that's what you mean.

Thank you.

Redirect.
Proceed.

You are aware

that the defendant helped the
man that killed your father.

Yes. And she
shouldn't have run away.

Thank you.

Larry. You're back.
With chili.

So I see.
It's turkey. Heart-healthy.

Did Oscar fix your status
on the website?
He did.

But not
before the wire services

picked up the story
of my demise.

My death
is on the CNN ticker.

For the love of Pete!

How can I help?

I want you to sue every
network that ran the story.

It's defamation.

They-- They've probably
violated some other law

by not checking
the facts.

I'm not sure
I can do that.

In the series,

when I was wrongly accused of
bribing the school principal,

a young Patrick Dempsey

auditioned
for the role of my lawyer.

Producers didn't think
he had the chops. True fact.

That--
That's interesting, but--

If you're too busy to take
the case, I could ask Parker.

I will take a look.
Great.

But first, let's eat.

And I brought the first season
of Country Club Drive.

In episode 6, I have a great
scene with Parker Stevenson,

who's still alive.

I checked.

What can you tell me
about Marianne Neely?

Marianne is one of St. Jude's
most valued nurses.

The patients love her.

Plain and simple,

she is a tireless advocate
for the working poor,

and my most dedicated
volunteer.

Well, thanks
to Marianne's devotion,

the PTA not only
saved the library,

we opened
a new building.

Thank you.

Just one question.

Does your testimony
have anything to do

with the crime committed
on March 24, 1989?

No.
No.

No.
Thank you.

We're running
out of witnesses.

This is
not going well.

Kim.
No.

Jane.
Hello, Aaron.

Normally
I wouldn't do this,

but this case has gotten
a lot of attention,

and my boss would like
to look compassionate.

What have you got?

Manslaughter. 10 years.
Consider it a gift.

Chocolate is a gift.

A certificate for a massage
is a gift.

10 years in prison is...

An offer that goes away when
you call your next witness.

We'll take it
to our client.

It's not going well,
is it?

The DA offered a deal:
10 years.

Have you spoken
with Philip?

He won't even look at me
in court,

and every time I try to call,
his phone goes to voicemail.

I want to know how Jamie did
on her math test,

and Ben gets very,
very anxious when I'm away.

I miss them so much.
Marianne, did you hear me?

I did. I know Philip is
furious, and rightly so.

But if I could
just talk to him,

if he would just
talk with me--

Marianne,
he's not going to call.

And you should know that he
won't testify on your behalf.

I can't blame him.

I mean, I can only imagine
what he's going through.

10 years?

My children
will be all grown up.

Philip's refusal to testify
was a huge blow to our case.

If you don't take the plea,
you could be looking at life.

Jane?

I don't think
you should take the deal.

I think you should
take the stand.

I don't know.
What am I gonna say?

You know
exactly what to say.

You've practiced it
a thousand times

in front of the mirror.

And I want you
to tell the jury

what you never got to say
to your husband.

Teri, what's a
seven-letter word

for
"a Brazilian mountain range"?

Starts with a C.

Chapada.

Deb always wanted to go
to South America.

Then again,
she thought South America

was any state
below Ohio.

I didn't peg you
for a puzzler.

Oh, I--
I've got a big case.

I'm just trying
to relax.

I know, lame, right?

In law school,

I did the New York Times
puzzle every sunday.

Do we have a meeting?

No. Actually,
I am hiding from a client.

What? Oh, my God!

That's the dad
from Country Club Drive!

Oh!

I thought he was dead.

Okay,
I loved that show.

I still visit
their fansite. Introduce me.

I had seven voicemails
this morning, all from Larry.

I need some time
to contemplate his case,

before he starts bombarding me
with true facts.

Hey, um, I meant to ask you--

I mean,
Stacy wanted me to ask you--

There was
a silver bracelet

in the box you gave me...
for her.

Mm-hmm.
It's not Deb's.

Sure it is.

No,
Deb didn't wear silver.

Oh, man.
What? What's wrong?

Larry spotted me.

Grayson.
We got to get to work.

Good morning, Larry.

Mr. Baxter...

you must get this all the
time, but I'm a big fan.

Thank you, honey.
Want me to sign something?

Oh, sure. Um...

Later. W-we have
work to do, right?

Right. Later.

Can you see if Kim's
ready for court, Teri?

Oh, she left
10 minutes ago.

Without me? Yeah, she wanted
me to get you,

but I was busy
cream-cheesing my bagel.

Okay, what the hell
is going on with you?

How many years
have we worked together?

Um...

The answer is "six."

And if you aren't happy with
me, you should have told me.

What? Why aren't I happy
with you?

Good question.

Teri, I don't know
what you're talking about.

A woman came
to the office

and said she had an interview
for my job.

-And I deserve to know why.
-Look, I've--

I've got to get to court.
Can we talk about this later?

If I haven't been replaced
by then, sure.

Jane!
Not now, Fred.

I need to talk about
the article. It's not working.

I-I really miss Stacy...
s-so much.

I don't have time for this.
You're my guardian angel.

You're supposed to
give me advice,

not the other way around.

Oh, now you care
about the rules?

If you want to talk to her,
Fred, call her.

I can't.
The article says--

Bye, Fred.

Stacy!

Fred!

Hey.

Hey.

How's it goin'?
It's goin'.

Jane around? I want to take
her out for a snack.

Pinkberry
has a new topping.

Uh, she just...
left for court.

Oh.

But I'll tell her
that you stopped by.

All right.

All right.

See you, then.

Bye.

I contacted all the networks.
They've issued retractions.

Everyone knows
Larry Baxter is alive.

That's the problem.

I thought
that was the solution.

Since the retractions
aired,

the talk shows
keep referring to me

as "the guy
everyone thought was dead."

I'm the biggest joke
in town.

Okay, Larry, what can I do?

I want you to sue
late-night television.

For what? Intentional
infliction of emotional harm?

Exactly.

Okay, which show?
All of them!

I'm not going to do that.
Maybe I should talk to Parker.

I'll see
what I can do.

My husband
didn't know the truth.

He didn't know
about my past

until the day
I turned myself in.

Why didn't you
tell him?

Philip, I'm so sorry.

Marianne...

why didn't you
tell your husband the truth?

I wanted to.

But, um...I was afraid.

Afraid...?

That he wouldn't
want me--

If he knew the truth,
he wouldn't love me.

I thought if I told you
about my old life,

it could never really
go away.

And you wanted Fay
to disappear?

More than anything.

When you heard the hospital
was upgrading their
security system

and you knew
you'd be caught,

why didn't you run
again?

Fay ran from her crime,

but...
I'm not that person.

I had a rough childhood,
Ms. Bingum.

It's no excuse.

But...I want to be there
for my children.

And part of being a good
mother is doing the
right thing.

Marianne,
is there anything else

that you would like to say
to the court?

I live every day
with a heavy heart.

And to those that I hurt,

with my actions
and...lies...

I am deeply sorry.

Nothing further.

That's a--
That's a nice speech,

but what do we say to the
family of Charles Nailor?

There aren't words
to express my sorrow.

And we're just
supposed to forgive you?

No more questions.

The defense rests.

I changed my mind.

I want to testify.
I need to help her.

We are recessed
for the day.

I will hear
closing arguments--

Uh, Your Honor,
the defense requests

that we be permitted
to call one more witness:

the defendant's husband,
Philip Neely.

Objection.
You just rested.

Sustained.
Your Honor, we--

Mr. Neely says one word,
I have grounds for an appeal.

Ms. Kaswell,
the ADA Is right.

Witness testimony
has concluded.

Mr. Neely
cannot take the stand.

I will hear closing arguments
first thing tomorrow.

Well, tell Ms. Grace
I'll do the show

if she gives me
the whole hour.

Yes. That works.

Everybody's calling about the
Neely case: newspapers, cable.

The media
has dubbed her--

The Fugitive Soccer Mom.
I know.

I thought
Kim was the face of this case.

That's when it was local news,
but we've gone national.

This could be bigger
than the octo-freak.

Tell me you're gonna win.

Oh. Parker.

Yeah. That's great.

L.A. Times
wants an interview.

I want the reporter
to come to my office,

and make sure
I get photo approval. Good.

You like this tie?
It's bold, right?

Says "I'm in charge."
It's dated.

Red was the power color
under Bush,

but with Obama,
it's light blue.

Fashionistas say
the lighter color

imbues a man
with confidence and trust

without the aggressive
undertones of red.

I like
my aggressive undertones.

Look, Bingum, uh,
speaking of interviews,

what's the deal
canceling on Carol?

Is she a reporter?

Carol, the tremendous
assistant who worked
at my old law firm.

I set up the interview.

Hold on.
Why should I get rid of Teri?

She's snide,
unprofessional,

and have you seen
the way she dresses?

She was wearing
red pants today.

I'm running a law firm,
not the Hyde Lounge.

Her pants aren't red.
They're fuchsia.
Jane--

No, you can decide
the cases I try,

and you can make me
work nights and weekends

and on Beyonc's birthday.

But you do not
get to pick my assistant.

Teri stays.

This is not
up for discussion.

You like talking to the press,
don't you?
What?

I'm the lead attorney
on the Neely case.

Those reporters
contact me before you,

but I
decline their calls.

So if decide
I start talking,

who do you think
goes on Nancy Grace?

Well-played, Bingum.

Excuse me.

Jane, Philip Neely
is downstairs.

He wants to see us
immediately.

I was selfish and stupid.

She deserves
so much better.

Y-you have to get me
on that stand.

You have to let me
speak to that jury.

Philip, there's nothing
we can do at this point.

How I am supposed to
face Marianne?

I left her alone
when she needed me most.

Have you told her that?

Have you gone to see her?

Before, I was too mad.

Now I'm the one
who's ashamed.

But I have to do
something.

Like you said,

I have to convince that jury
that I forgive her.

We're sorry,
but it's too late.

Maybe it's not.

What? You heard the judge.
She shut us down.

There's no way
to fight this.

There's always a way.

Except when there's not.
Jane, you need to stop now.

Philip, I promise you will get
your day in court.

Our system of justice holds us
accountable for our actions.

Marianne Neely
took part in a crime

that led to the death
of an innocent man.

For that,
she must be held accountable.

It's that simple.

ADA Sanchez is right.

Well, he's...partly right.

Our system punishes
the guilty.

But it serves another purpose:

to rehabilitate.

Marianne has paid
her debt to society

with 20 years of good deeds.

And she's rehabilitated
herself well beyond

what we ever would have
expected from Fay Green.

But don't take my word for it.

I have a letter here
from her husband.

"My dear Marianne--"

Objection.

Counsel is clearly
violating your ruling.

Your Honor told us Mr. Neely
couldn't take the stand.

He isn't. If you shut me down,
I'll have grounds
for an appeal.

She's right. Proceed.

"My dear Marianne,

"remember the night we met?

"It was Christmas.

"We were volunteers
at the downtown soup kitchen.

Everyone wanted
to dish out food..."

"So you
and I volunteered for cleanup.

"I never had so much fun
mopping a floor.

"I never told you,
but that night,

"I went home
and told my sister

"I met the woman
I was gonna marry.

"We all change.
We all grow up.

"We are who we become.

"When I look at you today,

"I see the beautiful girl
from the soup kitchen.

"And I also see a magnificent
woman, mother and wife.

"I need you to come home.

"Your children need you.

"And your community needs you.

"Every day we're apart,
the world is a sadder place.

Your beloved, Philip."

We all make mistakes.

And we all wish we could go
back and undo
what we did wrong.

If you send Marianne
to prison,

it will be a monumental
mistake.

The kind of mistake
you just can't fix.

Okay,
we need to talk.

I heard
what you said to Parker.

I'm so, so sorry
I got so mad at you.

You had every reason
to be upset.

You are
the best boss ever.

By the by,
love the sweater.

I know.
Awesome, right?

Parker's gonna hate it.

Grayson's in your office.

Oh.

Hi.

Cookies? Homemade.

You don't bake.

Do you?

I mean, I didn't know
you did crossword puzzles,

so, what do I know?
Cookies are from Larry.

He means well,
but he won't go away.

Oh. So you're hiding
in here again.

I told him I was in a meeting.
Heh!

Ooh. Snickerdoodles.
I need to dump this client,

but Parker told me
to VIP the guy.

If he complains about me...
You're in the doghouse.

Grayson, on the
Country Club Drivefansite,

fans post sightings
of the actors

at restaurants,
parties, stores.

Larry used to be spotted
all over town,

and always
with his wife, Cheryl.

She passed away
a few months ago.

And after that,
he just stopped going out.

That's...sad.

When your girlfriend died,

you turned your attention
to work.

And Larry
doesn't have an office.

He doesn't have
a family.

Right now,
he...just has you.

Jane,
the clerk's office called.

Jury's back.

Okay. Heh!

Just-- I...

Thanks, Jane.

The defendant will rise.

What say you?
In the matter

of The People
v. Marianne Neely,

we find the defendant guilty
of accessory to robbery.

And to the charge of
murder in the second degree?

We find the defendant...
not guilty.

Thank you for your service.

Ms. Neely,
I hereby sentence you

to the exemplary life
you're already leading.

Excuse me?

Community service, Ms. Bingum,

if that's all right with you.

Uh, we're--
We're good with that.

We're done here.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you.

Oh.

This is a weird place
to meet.

I know.

Larry, there are going to be
no more retractions

and no more lawsuits.

Are you gonna kill me?

'Cause you could have
just sent a bill.

You were kind enough to sign
an autograph
for my girlfriend,

who was a big fan.

What I didn't tell you,
what I wasn't able to say,

is that
she recently passed away.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been brave enough
to visit since the funeral.

And I thought it would be
easier if...I came
with someone

who understood
what I'm going through.

Why the second bouquet?

It's for Cheryl.

You're a good man.

Let's go.

Let me tell you
about Cheryl.

She had a smile that would
light up the Hollywood Hills.

Back in '78, she auditioned
for the role of Sandy,

the lead in Grease,
the movie.

Producers thought
she was too sexy.

♪ ...inside my head

♪ Inside my room

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

And then they turned
to each other and embraced.

I swear, I almost cried
right there in court.

Can you think
of anything more beautiful?

To Marianne and Philip.

Mmm.
Okay. Now me.

Ooh. All ears.

Will you just tell me
what's going on with Fred?

I've decided...
I really do like him.

So long
to rule number three.

I'm confused, sweetie.

He's so not your type.

Well, you've gone through
some changes,

and maybe I have, too.

So what?

He doesn't have 20-inch
biceps, but he's sweet,

he makes me laugh,
and I think he's adorable.

I'm impressed.

You know what? After dinner,
I'm gonna call him.

So long
to rule number seven.

Hmm.

Hi.

Um, a-according to this
article that I read,

I-I shouldn't be here,

and I shouldn't act
like I'm interested.

But from the moment
I met you,

I've only thought
of doing one--

♪ I am

♪ I'm captivated by you

Um-- Ahem.

Can I take you
to dinner?

Sweetie?
Go. Have fun.

Thank you!

Oh. Stacy.

Have you, uh, changed your
mind about Fred already?

Hi.

Sorry for bothering you
so late.

No problem.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

The thing is...

I need to get
that silver bracelet back.

Really? Why?

Stacy was right.
It wasn't Deb's.

Okay.

I'll go get it for you.

My sister called
in a panic. It's hers.

Apparently, it has
real sentimental value,

and she just realized
it was missing.

So it's Leslie's?

Oh, you know Leslie?

Oh, S-Stacy mentioned her.

Yeah, she stayed with me
for a few days

after Deb's funeral.

It must have gotten mixed up
with the other stuff.

For your sister.

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, have you...eaten?

I mean, it's all ready,
and Stacy's gone off with--

Well, she's gone out.

Looks great.

I haven't eaten anything

since I polished off
Larry's snickerdoodles.

Oh.

After dinner, maybe we can
finish a puzzle together.

Yeah, that would be--

Don't say "lame."

A lot of fun.

♪ When I look
Into the mountains ♪

♪ I see your fame

♪ When I look
Into the night's sky ♪

♪ It sparkles your name

To a good night.

Cheers.

♪ ...to you

♪ I am

♪ I'm captivated by you