All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S03E02 - False Alarm (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.

The only people who 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.

And, well,
I sure hope I was right.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ Oh, I've seen pretty things ♪

♪ But you're
The prettiest thing ♪

♪ I've ever seen ♪

♪ Seen ♪

Hey, sweetie.

Hey.
Ooh.

Something
smells nice in here.

What's the occasion?No occasion.

That's your Friday night
drinks outfit

on a Tuesday morning.

I'm intrigued.Vanessa has a deposition,

so I am taking Grayson
to his doctor's appointment.

Oh, perfect.

I smell clove, lavender,

and a hint of "I am your
reluctant best man

"who is secretly in
love with you,

"and is going to squelch
all of my feelings

and watch you get married."

No. No, that's not it.

I-I just had a Groupon
for the perfume.

Whatever you say.
I'm gonna go for a run.

Didn't you just come back
from a run?

Compulsive running.

You only do that
when you're frustrated.

You know me so well.

What's going on, sweetie?

Now that Fred and I
are together,

things are a little weird
with him.

Good but weird.

Weird?
Like weird how?

Well,
we're kissing a lot.

Okay, well, kissing's good.
But what else is weird?

More kissing.
So much kissing

that I have to reapply my
ChapStick every half hour.

It's like Fred thinks
the kissing is the sex.

At first it was cute,

but now I'm worried
something's wrong with him.

I'm sure
he's just taking his time.

I hope you're right.

If this keeps up,
I'm gonna pull a hamstring.

Oh.

So if you look
at the occipital lobe,

there are no signs of swelling.Where exactly?

Oh, the lower right quadrant
of the orbitofrontal cortex.

Wow, impressive. Somebody
knows their neuroscience.

Yes. I guess I've always had
an interest in the brain.

I'm biased, but I think
the study of the brain

is the single most fascinating
field of medicine.

Yeah, definitely.

The brain has it all over
the kidney and the spleen.

Don't forget about the
gallbladder, a loser organ.

Can we get back to my brain?Of course.

All signs of trauma
have receded.

So in terms
of what I can do...?

We'll screen you
every six weeks,

but you're clear to drive,
go back to work.

I understand there's a wedding
on the horizon.

Yes. In less
than a month.

Unless you're planning to say
your vows while skydiving,

you're good to go.

So much for getting
married in midair.

Where do you find
matching parachutes?

Where have you been?

I had to take Grayson
to the doctor.

I'm fine, by the way.Welcome back. Use a crosswalk.

I need your help.
You know Gary?

Yes. Your hot boyfriend,
the fireman.

I don't use
the term "boyfriend."

Gary, the hot guy
I'm sleeping with.

He's being sued.Ooh, I need some.

No time for a pit stop.We're fine, Teri.

Saturday night,
Gary was off duty,

and we were at his place.

We were in bed.Okay.

Not asleep,
but in bed.

I get it.

I'm painting a picture.

Suddenly, we smell smoke.

We look out the window,

the building across the street
is on fire.

My God.
Fortunately,
Gary still had his uniform on.

But I thought
he was off duty.

Off duty for the department,
on duty for me.

It's just a little game--Teri, picture painted.

He bolts
across the street,

fire department's
not there yet.

He's hustling people out
and one lady is trapped.

He breaks
into her apartment

and carries her down
the fire escape.

Unbelievable.
So who's suing him?

She is.
For negligent assistance.

On her way out, she fell off the
fire escape and broke a rib.

But he saved her life.

Right?
He's due in court this morning.

This morning? Let's go.

Bingum, there you are.
I have a case for you.

You need to move on it.She's full up.

I just agreed to rep
Teri's "not a boyfriend."

Back burner. Kim Kaswell's got
a medical malpractice suit.

A 20-year-old girl
named Sara Miller.

Kim Kaswell doesn't work here.

Which is why you're
gonna offer your help

and all of
the firm's resources.

Is this because Kim's having
a hard time finding a job,

and you feel bad
because you're the reason?

Kim's going after a chain
of surgical centers.

If she wins, the award
could be seven figures.

We could use some
of those figures.

Let her know
we'll be covering her costs.

What if she says no?
Because she's gonna say no.

Don't let her.
She needs us.

Okay.

I'll do it on one condition.

You handle Teri's case.

Thanks but no thanks.

It can't be easy
or cheap

taking on a big case
by yourself.

You'd have access
to all the firm's resources.

Oh, so this is
coming from Parker?

He says it's
strictly business.

Kim, you know I have experience
with malpractice cases.

I didn't need your help
at the firm

and I don't need it now.

Opposing counsel has ignored
every request for discovery

regarding Sara Miller.
I'm requesting sanctions--

What's the holdup,
Mr. Hanson?

Looking at the paperwork,
we never received

Miss Kaswell's second affidavit
of good faith.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Psst.

Psst. Hi.

What?

Don't forget section 26A.KIM: I got it.

Civil procedure law section 26A
does not require that affidavit

in requests limited
to interrogatories.

On the money, counselor.

Mr. Hanson,
hand over discovery.

Right away.

What's going on?

You brought discovery
to court?

We had no choice,
Your Honor.

We couldn't find an office
address for Miss Kaswell.

Here's the deal.
I don't interface with Parker.

Done.

Let the record reflect
any future correspondence

can be addressed
to Harrison & Parker.

We're in the book.

Lots of girls dream
of being models,

but they grow out of it.

Sara never did.

Trust me, I know what
that's like.

At 13, she knew all
the modeling agencies in town,

she knew what headshots cost.

We had made a deal
that she could pursue modeling

after she finished college.

And?

She finished in three years.Wow.

And recently, things were
starting to happen.

She had an agent
who was interested,

but she felt something
was holding her back.

Sara felt like she
needed plastic surgery.

She wanted to augment
her breasts.

I tried to put my foot down,
but Sara,

you know, she had done
all the research.

She really believed
that a certain body type

was more likely
to book jobs.

She didn't want me
to pay for it.

She just wanted my support.
I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize.

I brought my healthy girl
into a surgery center,

I gave her a kiss,
and I never saw her alive again.

Sara had a fatal reaction
to the anesthesia.

The surgeon told me
it was a freak accident.

There was nothing
they could do.

This particular freak accident
is a condition

known as malignant
hyperthermia.

There was plenty
they could have done.

They just simply
didn't do it.

They killed my daughter.

The plaintiff owes her life
to Mr. Rice,

an off-duty fireman
who risked his life saving hers.

If I might--There are no grounds to be here

as my client is shielded
under the firefighter's rule,

which immunizes him
from lawsuits.

We move that you dismiss.

I'm inclined to agree,
counsel,

unless you have
something to add.

Well, there is one thing.

Mr. Rice isn't actually
a fireman.

Excuse me?Ask him.

I'm sorry.

Your Honor, we're gonna
need a brief recess.

Are you fricking kidding me?I wanted to tell you. I tried.

Tried?
When did you try?

When you were in bed with me,
in your fake hat, fake badge,

and your fake boots?

You wore your boots in bed?I never wanna see you again.

If you were my real boyfriend,
I would hit you so hard.

Oh, what the hell!

Without conceding
liability,

my clients are prepared
to reimburse

the cost
of Sara's procedure.

Four thousand dollars?
Is this a joke?

This is a
sympathetic gesture.

Your client didn't actually
pay for the procedure.

Wow, you didn't
just say that.

You're off by
many zeroes.

Look, this case
goes to trial,

the jury will see your clients
for what they are:

the Jiffy Lube
of medicine.

You cut corners
to save yourself a few bucks,

and it cost Sara Miller
her life.

Dr. Lyman,
an esteemed surgeon,

has performed hundreds of these
procedures without incident,

both at UCLA and as partner
of SouthLand SurgiCenter.

True or false, doctor?

You knew total organ failure,

also known
as malignant hyperthermia,

was a possibility
with the anesthetic you used?

It's always a possibility,
though a remote one.

You failed to stock
your O.R. with Dantrium,

the one drug that would've saved
Sara Miller's life.

The AMA recommends 36 units
on hand for every operation.

You had none.

That's a recommendation,
not a requirement.

I did nothing wrong.

I suggest
you think long and hard

before putting Mrs. Miller
through a painful trial

that she will not win.

And I suggest
you take your $4000 apology,

roll it up
in a tight little ball--

Consider your
offer rejected.

You will never guess
who just called.

Okay, who?

Dr. Bill Kendal,
Grayson's neurologist.

He said it was personal.
He wants to ask you to dinner.

Now how do you know that?

I got it out of him.

He wanted to do lunch,
but I upgraded you to dinner.

Okay. What are you doing?

Negotiating your
fair market value.

Besides, Dr. Kendal,
he is a good catch.

I Googled him.

Very accomplished,
politically active,

and according to his Twitter,
a huge fan of the Bourne movies.

Plus, your eyes crinkled
when I said his name.

Teri--

One of us
has to get back on the horse.

And since my heartbreak
was the most recent,

it's gotta be you.He's Grayson's doctor.

I mean,
that gets messy,

and I don't like it
when my worlds collide.

Then you're not doing it right.

Jane, you got a minute?

Call him back and tell him no.
Sure.

Everything all right?When I moved the wedding,

I didn't realize
how much would be involved.

Vanessa has already picked
a venue,

found a dress,
interviewed caterers.

Sounds like she's got it
under control.

Until today.

Her managing partner needs her
in Santa Barbara

for the next 72 hours
taking depositions.

Oh. Which means...

She wants me to help
make final wedding decisions.

Who knew you're supposed
to pick chair covers?

They're supposed to match
the flowers.

This is why I need you.

Thank God
my best man is a woman.

I don't know colors
and menus and "tulay."

I don't know
what "tulay" is.

It's pronounced "tulle."
It's a fabric that adds volume.

Hold on, are you asking me
to help plan your wedding?

No, help me
finish planning it.

But I don't know
what you and Vanessa like.

You've got great taste.

Pretend it's your wedding
and pick whatever you'd want.

Okay.

Oh, Jane.
Thank you.

Oh, no problem.

Teri, did you call the doctor
and tell him no?

No, because you're going.Damn right I am.

Hey.Morning.

You, uh, seen my girl?

She left a half hour ago.
She went--

Running?
Mm-hmm.

Hey, she's not trying out
for the Olympics or something?

No,
not that I'm aware of.

It's great
that she's so...healthy.

Mm-hmm.

It's just that--
Does it seem weird

that she's running earlier
every morning?

Does it seem weird
to you?

Fred, is everything okay
with you and Stacy?

Hmm? Yeah, with--
Yeah, we're-- For sure.

Good.

No.

Okay, so things
aren't terrible.

We, um...
We kiss a lot.

Sometimes,
we fall asleep kissing,

and then we'll wake up
and we'll kiss some more.

And then--Stacy goes running?

Not to get too personal,
but you do realize

that there is more
to the whole shebang

than just kissing,
right?

Yeah.
No, of course I do.

Okay.But it's Stacy.

Imagine if you wanted to be a
mountain climber your whole life

and then first time out, bang,
you know, Everest.

It gets a little--

Intimidating?Yes.

I've been with nobody,

and she's been with, what,
three, four guys?

Yeah,
that sounds about right.

And I need a map.
Or a Sherpa.

You need research.
Magazines, books.

Books.
What kind of books?

Start with Judy Blume.
Forever,page 81.

And Wifey,chapter 2.

If that's not enough,
I havea year of Cosmo,

and three seasons
of Sex and the Cityon the DVR.

I don't know how
to thank you.

Hey, uh, let me at least
make you breakfast.

Oh, thanks. I can't.
I have to get to work and--

Plan Grayson's wedding?
I heard.

Why are you doing this?

He asked me to.

And I must be a masochist
because I barely hesitated.

You're trying
to be a good friend.

I admire that.

When I tried for something more,
he got hit by a car,

so this seemed safer.

I know I'm the last person
that you wanted to--

Could you put down
that grapefruit knife?

And the Spork.
Thank you.

So I just wanna explain
and apologize.

If you never wanna see me again,
you won't.

So what do you really do
for a living?

Uh, I'm an accountant.

For firefighters?No.

But ever since I was little,
I wanted to be a fireman.

It just didn't work out.

When was in college,
I joined the ROTC.

I figured it'd be good training,
keep me in shape.

Six weeks in,
I fractured a vertebrae.

How do I know
you're not lying?

Oh, um,
I've got documentation.

Um, so I moved
around the state,

applying to various
fire departments.

San Jose, Fresno, Carlsbad.
But with my back injury--

When we met, you were wearing
an L.A. Fire Department T-shirt.

I asked how long you'd been
with the department

you said three years.I knew it was wrong.

Then why?The way you looked at me.

You saw the person
that I wanted to be.

When I was with you,
I became that guy.

Gary, that's crazy.

I know.

And the sweetest thing
anyone's ever said.

What the hell's
going on here?

So he's not a real fireman,
but he is a Good Samaritan.

And that's a defense, right?It is.

Get back to work.

Thank you.

When Dr. Lyman came out,

he said that Sara
had a heart attack

on the table.

They rushed her to Cedars

because the SurgiCenter
wasn't equipped.

And when you got
to Cedars?

Sara was gone.

Did the doctor at Cedars
say anything else?

He asked me where Sara had
gotten her procedure.

And when I said
the SouthLand SurgiCenter,

he just got real quiet

and he told me
I needed to talk to a lawyer.

Nothing further.

You accompanied Sara
to her surgery, didn't you?

Yes, of course.

Did you help her fill out
the patient intake form?

She gave the answers
and I wrote.

Can you show me
where you indicated

that Sara was taking
an antidepressant?

Excuse me?

The form asks for
all medications.

Why is there no mention
of SSRIs?

Because she wasn't taking any.

I'm confused.

Page 6 of Sara's autopsy
clearly indicates

the presence of SSRIs
in her bloodstream.

Objection, Your Honor.
We don't have page 6.

Uh, I have the index right here,
Your Honor.

The highlighted entry.

Overruled.

We need that.

Mrs. Miller,
are you aware that certain SSRIs

are known to trigger
malignant hyperthermia

in surgical patients?No.

Do you understand
that if someone had indicated

that Sara was taking an SSRI,

the experienced doctors
at SouthLand SurgiCenter

would've used
a different anesthetic,

and none of this
would've happened?

Your Honor, we need a recess.Mrs. Miller?

I didn't know.Your Honor.

I didn't know!We'll recess until tomorrow.

I just have one question
for you, Gary.

Despite Ms. Theodore's apartment
being consumed by fire,

is she still alive?

Well, yeah.
She's sitting right there.

Nothing further.

Mr. Rice, this is the L.A.
firefighter's manual.

Tell me, after breaking in
to Ms. Theodore's apartment,

did you issue instructions
in a calm, confident manner?

Well,
there was some yelling.

You shouted
that she was going to die

if she didn't follow you out
the window. Isn't that right?

I was trying to save
her life.

Did you first clear
all the glass from the window

before assisting her
into the arms of a partner?

No. I threw a clock radio
through the window--

And shoved her out
headfirst.

Tell me, how did Ms. Theodore
injure her ribs?

Well, we were near the bottom
of the fire escape,

and there was an explosion,

and she was thrown off
the ladder.

And, uh,
something landed on her.

And what was that something?

It was, uh, me.

Ouch.

Found it.
Autopsy report, page 6.

It was stuffed in a magazine
in the last box of discovery.

Of course.
How could we miss that?

Yeah, how could you?

Excuse me?

Where is the support
you promised me

when you piggybacked
onto my case?

I told you something
was gonna get missed.

You're the one who wanted--Guys!

What?

I thought I should tell you
that I'm dropping the case.

Why?You can't.

You were in the courtroom.
I am responsible for Sara.

No, you're not.
They screwed up.

She didn't feel comfortable
confiding in me.

If she had,
I would have known.

This is too painful.What they did today was a stunt.

The attorney buried
the autopsy report

so he could ambush us,

and try and shame you
into dropping the case.

Well, it worked.

Hi.

Hi.

Why is there a wedding cake
book on your desk?

Because Grayson almost ordered

an ice cream cake
with rainbow sprinkles.

It is a wedding,
not a 5-year-old's birthday.

I know, right?
Hey, sweetie, why are you here?

Teri called
with a code red.

She said you had a big date
and you weren't gonna change.

Yeah, I'm not gonna go.

All I can think about
is this case.

This poor girl.
It's really sad.

This could have been
any one of us.

Struggling model dies
getting a boob job.

So true, except for
the boob job part.

Well, actually...

Are you telling me...?

I thought about it.

A few weeks
before I got this body,

I made an appointment
to talk with a doctor.

You never told me.

I know.
I wasn't sure.

Anyway,
it's not an issue anymore.

Thank you, Jane.

You should go
on this date tonight.

Have fun.

Teri said the mom is
dropping the case, right?

So there's nothing left to do
except be sexy and interesting.

Oh, I don't know.

I haven't been on a first date
in a long time.

Now I'm kind of nervous.Oh.

Here's all you need to know:

If you're annoyed
when the waiter comes by,

the date is going well.
But if you're relieved,

then order something
that doesn't take long to cook

because the date is a dud.It's genius.

Either way,
don't rush home.

You-know-who told me
he had big plans tonight.

And by "you-know-who,"
I mean Fred,

and by "big plans,"
I mean--

I cracked the code.

When we first smelled smoke,

we were in his bedroom.

Gary was in his uniform,
I was in mine,

if you know what I mean.

I was naked.

Plaintiff stipulates
that we do know

what the witness means.

What did you see
that night?

I saw that man right there
run into a burning building

when everyone was running out.

He escorted one family
to the street, then another.

When he heard
there was someone still inside--

He went back in?He didn't hesitate.

Flames filled the doorway.

I didn't know
if he's gonna make it out.

And then when I thought
I would never see him again,

he emerged from the window
with this woman right here.

Your witness.

Miss Lee, is Gary Rice
a real fireman?

No. But that night,
Gary Rice was a real hero.

Tasty.Cosmopolitan.

Taught myself how to make it
this afternoon.

You're just full
of surprises.

Well, I am just
getting started.

Wha-- Wha-- Whoa.
What you doing?

Just a little foot massage.Mmm.

Yes, you are.
But why?

You know what they say
about feet.

The neglected erogenous zone.

Ha-ha! Not mine.

I'm just not a foot person.
But A for effort.

It's-- I'm cool.
I got this.

I'm sure you do.

Oh, Fred.

Yup. Um,
that's my ear.

So much better
than your foot, right?

Mm. So much better.

Oh? Oh.

Oh. Ow. Ow. Ow!

Was that my earring?

Just the one sister?

Yeah.

Uh, and you?

Only child.

You said.
That's right. Sorry.

Oh. Oops.

A funny story.

My anatomy teacher at med
school, total narcoleptic.

That must have been crazy.

I told you this already,
didn't I?

When we were waiting
at the bar.

Hey, that's okay.
It's a great story.

I like the part where he
falls asleep on the cadaver.

Oh, heh-heh. I'm sorry.

I am terrible
on first dates.

Where is that waiter?Yeah.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I thought my ringer was off.

It's okay.
I'm gonna use the restroom.

Okay.

Hello?Sorry, but it's an emergency.

Where's Stacy?Running. Again.

So what happened
to the big night?

Total disaster.
I read the books, the magazines.

I watched a dozen episodes
of Sex and the City,

and nothing helped.
All women are different.

Things that work on Miranda
will not work on Charlotte.

Guess what.
None of it works on Stacy.

Fred, take a breath.

The one thing I learned,

girls talk
to friends about sex.

Since you are Stacy's BFF,

that makes you the keeper
of Stacy's sexy secrets.

I need to know
what works for Stacy.

It is not her feet
and it is not her ears.

Please.

Okay, I'm going to say
all of this once,

and then we will never ever have
this conversation again.

You have my full attention.

Start by lightly moving
Stacy's bangs out of her eyes.

Tuck her hair behind her ear.

It makes her feel
taken care of.

This is good stuff.

Hold on.
Here's where it gets tricky.

Once you've done
the hair tuck,

gently move your hand
down her shoulder, and--

Okay. I can do that.
And then what?

Huh. Hold on.

Got it. Interesting.

And then I--
She likes that? Really?

I never would have-- No.
No, no, no, I can do that.

Finish where you started
with a gentle kiss on the lips.

I have to go.Wait. She's home.

She's going to take a shower.

Perfect. Follow her.I took one this morning.

Fred, get in the shower.

Oh.

So how much did you hear?

Oh, not very much.Good.

About half.

The good half.

Stacy's been my best friend
since forever.

And Fred-- Heh. Okay.

You would never put
these two people together,

but they're kind of perfect
for each other.

Great.
You're a matchmaker.

Just seeing them happy
makes me happy.

When I met you in the hospital,
sitting with Grayson,

that's the first thing
I noticed,

your compassion.

Well, your eyes,
then your compassion.

Are you two ready?

Could you give us
a few minutes?

I was gonna say the same thing.Okay.

Well,
somebody had a good night.

Oh! I cannot believe.
I doubted Fred's ability.

When we finally got to it,
he was so intuitive.

It was like he knew
just what to do.

So no running for you today?I may never run again.

I swear, Jane.
I saw angels.

Oh, I am such
a bad friend.

I didn't ask you about
your date. How was it?

Um, it was, you know--

Oh. Oh!

Morning. Heh.

Hi. Heh-heh.

Stacy, this is Bill.

Bill--
Stacy.

Good to meet you.

Um, are you staying
for breakfast?

I wish I could.
I got surgery.

Um, I'll call you later.Yes.

I had a really good time.Me too.

Bye.

On the first date?

Hey.

Grayson's wedding caterer
just called.

Oh, my God. Not again.They're having salad issues.

Persimmons are not in season.

Are you okay
with peaches?

Teri, this is not my wedding,
so I don't want any of this.

So I should have them
call Grayson?

Yes. No.

Tell him there's a hothouse
in San Diego

that stocks persimmons.

I'll have them shipped in.Okay.

Sara Miller's demo reel?

I've been watching it
all night.

We can't let Martha
drop this case.

She was a pretty girl,
she was never gonna be a model.

That's mean.

No. It's objective.

Look, her walk, which
is slightly pigeon-toed.

And her height.
I mean, no surgery can fix that.

I guess not.

So whatever agent
she was talking to

was just selling her
a bunch of lies?

Well, best case scenario,
the agent was simply ignorant.

And worst case...

The Sunset Bay Agency?

That explains it.You know them?

They were
this skeevy agency

that tried to sign me
a few years ago.

You?Yes, Kim. Me. Accept it.

I remember the guy who ran it,
Steven Bay.

Even his name sounded
like it needed a shower.

Hmm.What are you thinking?

I'm thinking I might need
to make a phone call.

These are terrific pictures,
Miss--?

Pfleiger.
Like Seger with a "fuh."

Have you done
any professional modeling?

In Topeka, a car wash
put me on their coupons.

I was the $2-off face.

Stand up for me.

Back up.

Turn around.

I gotta be honest with you,
Miss Pfleiger.

Um, you are almost exactly
what they're looking for.

Are you serious?Completely.

If you wanna guarantee yourself
a bigtime career.

I mean, sharing the runways
with Gisele, Brooklyn,

consider making
a few adjustments.

You want me
to get plastic surgery.

Funny. Katie Moss asked me
the same thing.

Six weeks later,
she was making six figures.

You wanted to see me?

There's been a development
in Gary's case.

Did the judge make
a decision?

Not yet.Then what?

Something I saw in the file
got me thinking.

I did a little research.

Oh, crap.

Please state your name
for the record.

Steven Bay.Your legal name.

Richard Dunkelman.Why did you change it?

I thought it sounded better
for business.

You specialize in finding
new modeling talent, right?

Relevance?

Is Ms. Bingum trying a case
or trying to get an agent?

Make your point.

Isn't it true you own a piece
of the SouthLand SurgiCenters?

I have lots of investments.

But this isn't just
an investment.

Articles of
incorporation indicate

that while Dr. Lyman founded
the SouthLand SurgiCenter,

Richard Dunkelman owns
a controlling stake.

Yet his professional name,
Steven Bay, isn't in here.

Is there a question
in our future?

Isn't it true
your real business

is promising women
successful careers

if they just have
a little surgery,

and then sending them to
a facility you secretly own?

Absolutely not.

Would everyone in the back row
please stand?

Mr. Bay,
do you recognize anyone?

Your Honor, you're not actually
gonna allow this, are you?

Oh, I think I will.

Show of hands.

How many of you met with Mr. Bay
for representation?

And how many of you were
guaranteed a career

if you just had
a little work done?

How many of you were referred
to the SouthLand SurgiCenter

by Mr. Bay?

How many of you currently
have a career as a model?

How many can pay
the full rent every month,

with the money you make
as a model?

We'd like to amend
our complaint

to include
11 civil assault charges

against Steven Bay
and the SouthLand SurgiCenter.

Is this a joke?

I don't know. Why don't you ask
Sara Miller's mother?

Counsel, my chambers.

Civil assault, Your Honor?Oh, yeah.

It's defined as a willful
and unlawful use of violence

against a person,
which is what this was.

Consent for these surgeries
was obtained by fraud.

It was assault every time Bay
convinced them to have surgery

without revealing
he would be paid.

No different than if he held
a knife to her throat

and demanded her wallet.

His knife just happened
to be a scalpel.

Nice one.Thank you.

This is dinner theater.
We move to dismiss.

Why? Because you're losing?I'm tossing the civil assaults.

Thank you.
I'm tossing them
upstairs to the DA's office,

with a recommendation
that criminal charges be filed.

Excuse me?

I'm also issuing
an immediate injunction

to shut down
the SouthLand SurgiCenters.

I suggest you get into a room
with the plaintiff,

and work out a settlement.

And Mr. Hanson,

advise your client
to be generous.

It's over.
You won.

Really?

We're shutting them down
and they're gonna pay.

Thank you.

Hey. I came as
soon as I could.

The clerk called.
Case dismissed.

Oh. Teri.
That is awesome.

Oh, I'm gonna take you
to a fantastic dinner.

This is kind of
a "good news, bad news" deal.

Oh, what's the bad news?

We're done.

What's this?

News clippings
about a Good Samaritan

who pulled people
from fires.

Fresno,
Carlsbad, San Jose.

All cities where you applied
to become a firefighter.

Teri--Parker connected the dots.

Years ago, he tried
a big class action

against fire insurers.
This wasn't your first time.

I'm still a hero, right?

That's a quality that you're
looking for in a boyfriend.

I got to thinking.

All those fires happen
to occur within blocks

of wherever you happen
to be living.

We're not going to
dinner, are we?

Turns out the cops in Fresno,
Carlsbad, San Jose,

all are looking for the guy
who started those fires.

You could have killed someone.I didn't though. I saved them.

Teri--

There's a cop
downstairs, a real one.

He's gonna have some
questions for you.

Get some help.

Hey.Hi.

You were awesome today.

I know.

For you.
I got your message.

You found it.

In my closet,
right where you left it.

Wow.

I put this picture in here
a week before I died.

I remember.
I took it.

Listen,

I'm happy that things are
going so great with the doctor,

but you think
maybe you're jumping the gun?

Stacy,
this isn't for me.

Grayson?Yeah.

That's gotta hurt.

Hmm.

But after last night,
maybe it hurts a little less?

Sure. A little.

Thank you, Stacy.

You're welcome.
See you.

Do you have a minute
for your best man?

Heh. Always.

I owe you an apology.

You keep getting hit
with all this wedding stuff.

Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Here.

It's for you.
It's color-coded, tabbed,

and organized by wardrobe,
menu, ceremony, reception.

You did all this?

Yeah.
Jane.

Well...

I want you to have
the perfect wedding.

Good night, Grayson.

♪ You keep trying
To get inside my head ♪

♪ While I keep trying to lose
The words you said ♪

♪ Can't you see
I'm hanging by a thread? ♪

♪ To my life, what I know ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm losing control ♪

♪ And, oh, no ♪

♪ My walls are gonna break ♪

♪ So close
It's more than I can take ♪

♪ I'm so tired of turning
And running away ♪

♪ When love just isn't ♪

♪ Everything you want
But it's everything you need ♪

♪ It's not always happy endings
But it's all the in-between ♪

♪ It's taken so long
So long to finally see ♪

♪ That your love is worth
The risk ♪

♪ You're not safe ♪

♪ And that's okay ♪