All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S06E02 - Soulmates (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Celdra)_track3_[eng]

See that
aspiring model there?

That's 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, Paul.

I used to think everything
happened for a reason.

Whoo!

Well, I sure hope I was right.

♪ La, la-la, la-la-la-la

♪ La, la-la, la

Previously on
Drop Dead Diva...

Grayson...

Oh.

That's just great.

Jane, what's going on?

Jane isn't really
who you think she is.

Who is she?

My whole life
was leading up to this kiss.

Now I'm terrified of what else
Brittany might have said.

Grayson.

Grayson.

Who are you?

I think you already know.

Grayson, it's me.

I'm Deb.

I...

I don't understand.

So, I died in
that car crash,

um, and then I figured out
a way to come back...

Just in another body.

Jane's body.

Yeah.

But with my soul.

Deb's soul.

I realize
this is a lot to process.

A lot to process?

It's insane.

I... It... I... I know.

I have a question. Okay.

Who was that blond woman
that showed up here?

I tried to follow her,
but she took off.

That was the original Jane,
who died,

and she figured out
how I got back to Earth
and copied me.

So now her soul
is in that other woman's body.

You realize
how this sounds?

I do.

So, let's just
assume for the moment
that I believe you.

I mean, God knows
there were times

when I wondered
if it were possible

since you knew
so much about me,
so much about Deb.

'Cause I am Deb.

If that's true,
that would mean
you've watched me grieve.

You watched me
date other women. I...

I confided in you.

You never said a word.

I couldn't.
I wasn't allowed
to tell anyone.

You almost married Owen.

I know.

Because I gave up on us.

I mean, but I didn't.

You have no idea
how badly I wanted
to tell you.

After I died,
you and I ran
into each other

at the coffee shop
before work.

And the Alicia Keys song
No Onewas on.

And I looked at you.

And you were crying.

So then I started crying.

That was our song.

I wanted to
race to you and kiss you

and tell you everything.

But instead,
I went home to Stacy,
and we stayed in bed...

Sobbing all day.

Stacy knows about you?

Um, yeah, but...

You just said
you couldn't tell anyone.

Right. No. it's just...
It's very complicated.

You trusted her.

You didn't trust me.

No, Grayson, listen.

You have no idea
how many times I tried
to tell you the truth.

I tried.

But you didn't.

I need some air.

Please. You can't
keep running away.

I'm sorry.

Hi.

You okay? Can I help you?

Uh, well, that's
the plan.

Assuming you're not
about to have a breakdown.

You look pretty shook up.

I'm fine. Allergies.
Who are you?

Belinda Scotto.

Owen hired me
to help while Kim's
on maternity leave.

And you are
Grayson Kent, right?

Sixth-year,
litigator extraordinaire.

Well, I wouldn't go
that far.

Okay, I won't,
but since you're
assisting me on a case,

I hope you're at least
better than average.

Client meeting in 15.

Oh, um,
and about those allergies...

I have decongestants
in my bag.

Thanks.

I also have Xanax,
if that's what
you really need.

Hey, sweetie?Mmm.

Hey, I think
you're late for work.

No, I'm not
going in today.

Hey!

There is a lot of injustice
in the world,

and you need to adjust it.

Okay, come on.
Out of bed.No!

I'm gonna make
some coffee.

No, I can't
face Grayson.

He's furious with me

for confiding in you that
I'm Deb and not telling him.

Yeah.

I'd probably
be upset, too.

Thanks.

Look.

Grayson just needs time
to process.

I mean,
what did you expect...

That he would take you
in his arms and say,

"At last, we're together"?

Don't mean to interrupt
the pajama party,

but Teri just read me
the riot act

because Jane's new client
is in her office
and Jane is not.

Just tell her I'm sick.

Oh, what's wrong?

UTI, IBS, TMJ? Uh-uh.

Whatever it is,
I'll get you medicine ASAP.

Ooh, ooh, and I will get us
Smashon DVD,

and then we can
binge-watch it
all day long!

Yeah! Whoo!

I'm up. Yeah.

Boom!

Hi. I'm so sorry I'm late,
Mr. Donaldson.

Oh, I understand.
You're a busy lawyer.

Uh, okay.
Well, let's get started.

You are here
about your brother.

Yeah.

Eight years ago,
Michael was convicted

of burning down
the record store
where he worked.

Mmm-hmm.

He's been up
for parole twice,
denied both times.

He's up again
this afternoon.

Yeah, I read the file.

Uh, how can I help?

I need you
to convince them

to tell the parole board
that he's guilty.

Do you think
he's guilty?

Absolutely not.

But unless my brother says
he did it,

they won't let him out.

That's correct.

Our mother's really sick.

She shouldn't
have to pass away
with her son behind bars.

The store owner's wife
died in the fire,

and a week
before the fire,

she terminated your brother
for stealing.

These facts are
gonna complicate
the hearing.

But my brother
didn't steal anything.

Says you.

Gina fired him because
he fell off a ladder

in the storeroom
and broke his right arm.

Rather than pay workers' comp,
she accused him of theft.

Look, ma'am, I just
sold my painting business

so I can afford
a top lawyer like you.

I need you
to help Michael.

In a way,
this is all my fault.

Why is it your fault?

Well, I'm the one
that pushed him
to take the stupid job

and told him
he had to man up

and start making it
on his own.

So, please, just
get him out of jail.

Ms. Evans was
one of the passengers

on the infamous
cruise from hell.

Yeah, I saw the footage.
It was all over the news.

My husband and I had been
going through a rough patch,

and my mom bought us
a seven-day trip
aboard the Sapphire Moon.

"Rekindle the romance
as you sail the high seas."

Well, for the first
five days,

Calvin and I
were like newlyweds.

And then the fire
in the engine room

'caused an electrical
outage.

So the toilets backed up.
Food began to rot.

For the next week,
we were stranded.

It was a nightmare.

And it all
could've been prevented.

Here. Take a look at
the Maritime Agency report.

Engine trouble
on the Sapphire Moon

was documented three times
in the prior month.

And there are
nine documented cases

of engine fires
on other company ships
within the past year.

That's five times
the industry norm.

Every day a ship
isn't sailing,

it costs the cruise line
big bucks,

so they slap on
some duct tape

and keep the S.S. petri dish
on the water.

Ms. Evans,
where's your husband?

Calvin left me.

The cruise brought out
the worst in us.

And we said things
that we can't take back, so...

We went on that boat
to save our marriage,

and now Calvin never wants
to see me again.

I say we file
for negligent infliction
of emotional distress.

Grayson, what do you think?

Grayson?

I think that makes sense.

Uh, under California law,

you can sue without
showing personal injury.

That is exactly
what we are gonna do.

Stace.
What are you doing here?

Oh, I came to
check on Jane.

She's in jail. Oh, my God!

What did she do?She's meeting a client.

Anyway, you should be
more concerned about Owen.

Owen? What's wrong?

Take a look
in the conference room.

Describe what you see.

I see Owen.

No, you see sad Owen.

Sad Owen?

Yes,
and it's your fault. What?

He wanted to date you,
and you just
brushed him off

like dandruff
from your shoulder.

That happened once,
and I still think
they were snowflakes.

I thought you thought
he was the perfect guy.

This is really
none of your business.

Fine. Then I will judge you
in silence.

Okay.

I have
strong feelings for Owen,
but I can't date him,

because if we break up,
there will be tension
between us.

Tension is not good
for my baby,

and I won't risk anything
when it comes to my child.

But I admit,
seeing sad Owen
makes me sad.

Yeah.

And we need to get him
to move on.

We need to
find him someone new.

I love setting people up!

The trick is to not let them
know what you're doing.

Ah. Like pickpocketing. And Kegels.

So, we know Owen liked Jane,
and he likes me,

so we just need to find him
a Jane/Stacy hybrid.

I'll start the search
immediately.

Yeah.

I won't say I'm guilty
when I'm not.

The parole board
will not let you out

unless you say
you're guilty.

I didn't lie at trial,
and I'm not gonna start now.

Look at the evidence.
Okay?

The fire was started
in the storeroom.

You had an access key.

Gina Tolin was killed.
You had motive.

The accelerant
was mineral spirits

consistent with
the rust remover
found in your truck.

All of that is true,
but I'm innocent.

You know what? Regardless
of guilt or innocence,

you can either stand
on principle
and stay in prison

or you can say the words
the board needs to hear
and move on with your life.

As your lawyer, my job
is to get you out of prison.

There's only one way
that's gonna happen.

I know that I should
find forgiveness
in my heart,

but I can't.

How?

How am I supposed to
forgive the man

who took my wife from me?

Thank you, Mr. Tolin.

Mr. Donaldson,
we'd like to hear from you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I can't imagine your grief.

I can assure you
that if I'm released today,

I will live
a law-abiding life.

Is that all,
Mr. Donaldson?

I take full responsibility
for the fire.

And I am truly sorry
for my crime.

It's about time
we heard those words,

but your sincerity
seems questionable.

Uh, but he admitted guilt.

Ms. Bingum, you're welcome
to advise your client,

but you have no say
in these proceedings.

Wait a minute.
Michael has been
a model prisoner,

and he has done
everything that
you have asked,

and he's remorseful.

Well, then he can return
to this board in two years

and try a more
convincing apology...

Not one fed to him
by his attorney.

We're done.

You said
that they'd let me out.

Let's go. Jane...

Jane!

Jane!

Wow.
That was quite a fire.

Yeah, destroyed
the entire building

and all of its contents...

Hundreds of vintage records
and CDs, memorabilia,

and $15,000 in cash.

And you're blowing up
this case because...

Because

I cannot let
an innocent man
rot in prison.

What makes you
so sure he didn't do it?

You just...
Should've heard him confess.

He couldn't even look
at the parole board,

and then after the hearing,
I spoke to Michael's
public defender.

Eight years ago,
the prosecution used
a motion in limine

to keep out evidence
about a suspicious fire

in another one
of the record store
owner's buildings.

That fire...
Two months before
the record store burned down.

Evidence that could've
pointed to another suspect
in the fire.

Exactly.

Oh! Oh, and get this.

The pathetic excuse
for a judge,

he wouldn't even
allow the defense

to ask the record store owner
about his insurance policy.

Right there, Michael
should've gotten a new trial.

Outrageous.

Um, Jane,

you know that Michael
had a bench trial?

Yeah, the public defender
mentioned that.

Did he also happen
to mention the name

of the pathetic excuse
for a judge?

No.

Honorable Owen French.

If counsel had simply read
the cruise line contract,
we wouldn't be here.

Under section 15,

passengers cannot sue
for emotional distress.

And if you had brushed up
on your contract law,

you'd remember
that such waiver clauses
are not enforceable.

Maybe not in the U.S.,
but the choice
of law provision

mandates that
Bahamian law
governs all disputes.

Sounds like you two may have
some sunshine in your future.

Your honor, they can't
just choose foreign laws

without a substantial nexus
to the country.

White Sands cruise lines
is based in the Bahamas.

The ship is registered there.

Even assuming that's true,
the cruise was a gift
from Sarah's mother.

Sarah herself
did not even sign
the contract,

therefore, she's not bound
by forum selection.

The moment that Sarah
stepped foot onto the boat,

not to mention
indulged in the
chocolate buffet

and danced
to the Jack Hammond orchestra,

she agreed
to the terms
of the contract.

Enough.
I agree with the defendant.

Hold on, your honor.

This horrific cruise
destroyed our
client's marriage,

therefore we'd like to
amend our complaint
to loss of consortium,

which is not waived
under the passenger contract.

Loss of consortium?

You're contending
that your client can sue

because she can
no longer screw?

You bet. In Emery v.
The Rock Island boat works,

a husband sued
for loss of sexual contact

after his wife fell
through a manhole.

Wells v. Jcpenney...
A man sued after
his wife was attacked

following an argument
over crystal bear figurines

at an after Christmas sale,

and they were subsequently
unable to have
marital relations.

Your honor, we contend
that the cruise from hell
ended our client's sex life.

As of last week,
her husband filed
for separation.

Your honor... Save it.

It's a long shot,
but it's enough
to go to trial.

Hey.

Hey.

When you were a judge,

do you remember a defendant
named Michael Donaldson?

Sure. Yeah, arson/murder.

It was my first year
on the bench.

My robes still had
that new robe smell.

Oh, yeah?

So, I was wondering...

Why didn't you allow evidence

of a previous suspicious fire

in another building
owned by the victim's
husband?

Why are you
asking me questions
about an eight-year-old case?

Michael was
just up for parole,

and his family hired me
to represent him.

I think you have
a lot of nerve questioning
my judgment.

No, I'm just saying that,
as a new judge

You know,
maybe Michael's guilt

wasn't as clear-cut
as you thought.

I don't sentence
people lightly,

especially someone
as young as Michael.

Yeah, I understand.
I understand.

See, but there was evidence...

Jane, did you ever consider
the reason Michael's family
chose you was to get to me?

You think
it's just a coincidence

that out of all the lawyers
in Los Angeles,

they just happened
to pick you?

Well, I happen to have
a pretty good reputation.

They're playing you.

You might be
too softhearted to see it,

but I will not undermine
my own verdict

by discussing
this case with you.

For the first five days,

you and your husband
had a wonderful time
on the cruise?

That's correct.

The spark in our marriage
was back.

What happened
after the engine fire?

We started fighting,
and by the time we docked,

Calvin had asked
for a separation.

No further questions.

You claim that during
the first five days,

your marriage
was back on track.

Absolutely.

Can you explain this photo?

There you are
in the background.

Let's, uh, go in
for a closer look.

Doesn't look like a marriage
that's back on track, does it?

No, no, no. Calvin was using
the knife like a microphone.

He was singing along
with the orchestra.

We were communicating.

And right after
the engine fire,

we worked together
to help other passengers.

But by day 4,
we were starving.

Calvin was reluctant,
but I convinced him
to help me raid the pantry.

And from then on,
we just kept on fighting.

So, you broke into
the ship's pantry?

That's how desperate
things got.

I see.
Nothing further.

Jane.

Jane!

What's wrong?

Owen accused me
of getting played
by my client.

He said that the only reason
Michael's brother came to me
was to get to him.

He might
have a point.
Or not.

I mean, Owen always
gets self-important
when it comes to his judging,

but, you know,
I mean, this shouldn't
be about his ego.

It's about justice.

Well, you can't make him talk
about the case if he refuses.

Ooh. Actually, I can.

And you're gonna help.

Why are you bringing me
a croissant?

A chocolate croissant...
Your favorite.

I also brought you this.

Okay.

A subpoena? I'm only the messenger.

From Jane?

I'm sorry, Owen,
but you've been served.

There you are.

Don't blame me
if your latte's cold.

I couldn't find you. That's 'cause I'm hiding.

Right. From Joanne
in accounting.

Good idea. I cannot buy
any more wrapping paper
for her kid's school.

No, I'm hiding from Owen...
And Grayson.

Are they selling
wrapping paper?

Paul, I'm
a horrible person.

I served Owen
with a subpoena,

and Grayson
won't even talk to me.

Well, I can't
really blame him.

I mean, you did lie
to him all these years.

Well, thank you
for your support,

especially since
the only reason

I didn't tell Grayson
the truth was because

I was following
the stupid rules.

You know, you can
blame the rules
all you want,

but when you
came back down to earth,

you made a choice
to tell Stacy, not Grayson.

And I think there's
a little more going on here
than you want to admit.

Well, thank you, but as
my Johnny-come-lately
guardian angel,

you have no idea
what you're talking about.

Excuse me.

Even if the cruise line
can't contest what happened,

they are gonna
fight us hard on damages.

And we'll need to call
a trauma expert to testify.

I've got a short list
of psychologists.

Sarah!
What the hell did you do?

Calvin?
This is my husband.

I just got out of jail because
I was arrested for piracy.

What? I was arrested
for being a pirate...

For pillaging.
I had to post bail.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Sarah.

You testified
that you and Calvin

broke into the ship's pantry,
which, under maritime law,

is considered looting
on the high seas.

Oh, the cruise line
must've convinced
the A.U.S.A.'s office

to press charges.Calvin, I am so sorry.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Sarah Evans.

Oh, right.
Now you're being
charged, too.

Officer, I'm Sarah.

You're under arrest
for piracy. You need
to come with us.

Don't say a word.
We're right behind you.

Hey, Owen.

Just FYI...

The court scheduled
the habeas corpus petition
for later this afternoon.

I'm aware. Great.

And might I add...
Excellent use
of firm resources.

Look, I'm really sorry
about the whole
subpoena thing, but...

"But." Funny thing
about the word "but"...

When "but" follows
an apology,

it means you're not
really sorry. You're just
defending your actions.

So your non apology
is not accepted.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

I never meant
for this to get adversarial.

But it did.

See you in court.

I got your text.

What could be so important
that I had to leave
my prenatal meditation class?

I found her. Great. Who did you find?

The perfect Jane/Stacy hybrid
for Owen...

Belinda, the new temp lawyer.

She's blond like you,
smart like Jane.

I'm smart. That's what I said...
Smart like you.

She went to Berkeley,
she plays squash,

and she only dates
powerful men.

Her last boyfriend
was on the board at Netflix.

I think their stock
is overvalued,

given their huge investment
in original content.

Totally agree.

Anyway, how do we get Belinda
to make a move on Owen?

Watch me.

Hello, Belinda!

I just wanted to welcome you
to Harrison & Parker.

Oh. Thank you.
Do you work here?

I'm more like their mascot.

Any questions about the firm
or the lawyers, I'm your gal.

For example, did you know
that the handsome Owen French

was voted one
of L.A.'s top 50 lawyers?

Impressive. And according to
eligiblelamen.com,

he's one of the city's
most eligible bachelors.

Anything else you
want to know?

Uh, I think I'm good.

Mmm-hmm.

Thank you? Mmm-hmm. Anytime.

Mr. French, during
Michael Donaldson's trial,

were you aware
of an insurance policy

on the record store
that burned down?

Yes.And the beneficiary
of that policy

was Max Tolin,
the owner of the store?

Yes.

And were you further aware
that Mr. Tolin owned
another property

that burned down
just several months prior?

Yes.

Yet despite knowing
this exculpatory information,

you refused
to allow it into evidence?

That's right. Thank you.

Ms. Bingum, since you have
compelled me to testify,

let me tell you why
I barred this so called
exculpatory evidence.

Great. I'm listening.

First, Mr. Tolin collected
no insurance money
from the fire.

And how is that possible?
The policy was under his name.

The policy lapsed
due to non-payment
of premiums.

Any attempt
by the defense to suggest

that Mr. Tolin
had a financial motive

to torch his own building
was absurd.

Um...

Right. I... Yes.

Um...

What about the previous fire?

That was not
deemed to be arson. But it was deemed suspicious.

Which means that it
was neither definitely arson
nor clearly accidental.

If it had been arson,
that would've been
probative, but it wasn't.

The question before me was
whether Michael set the fire,

not whether or not
the defense could conjure up
alternate suppositions.

I found your client guilty
because the evidence showed,
beyond a reasonable doubt,

that he was.

Anything else, Ms. Bingum?

No. Uh...
Thank you for your time.

May I? Thank you.

It's like the whole
firm hates me.

Hold on.
I'm putting you
on speaker.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

The two most
important men in my life

can hardly stand
to look at me.

So why don't you quit?
We'll move to Europe, and
I'll have my baby in France.

Ooh! I've always wanted
a French baby!

No, I'm not leaving the firm.

But I may need to accept
that Grayson wants
nothing to do with me.

Don't you think
you're jumping to conclusions?

Like I said,
he just needs
time and space.

I mean, it took you, like,
forever to tell him the truth,

so it's only reasonable
that you give him
the same amount of...

Wait, wait, wait.
Stace. Stace.

You know what?
Ii need to call
you back, okay?

Hi.

Look, I know
you don't want to talk,

but I need your eyes
for a second, professionally.

My professional eyes?

You were a clerk
for a criminal court judge,

and I remember
because back then,

I thought "clerk"
meant you worked
at the cash register.

What is it, Jane?

Okay, look at this.

Just... Just tell me,
is that blood spatter?

Probably. Why?

And for blood
to look like that,

it must've been
from a severed artery,
correct?

Yes. And the assailant
would've been right handed.

See how the droplets tail off
from right to left,
like shooting stars?

See, all along,
the investigators thought

that Gina Tolin
died in that fire,

but what if she was killed
prior to the fire being set?

Arson investigators
would've caught that.

Okay, so,
this is the interior door
of the office

where Gina's body was found.

The firefighters used an ax
to gain entry to the room,

then they discard the door
on a heap of charred debris.

Even if she was killed
before the fire was set,

still doesn't mean
your client didn't do it.

Oh, but it does.

Look. Michael's
right arm is broken.

He's still wearing the sling.

He couldn't have
slashed her throat
with his right hand.

Grayson, you...
You're... You're the best.

Um... I mean...
Uh, thank you.

I'd review the autopsy report
to confirm your suspicion.

Okay.

I didn't tell you the truth
because I didn't think
you could love me like this.

Like what?

Like this... This body.

I mean...

Come on, Grayson. Look at me.

I used to be a model.

My skin, my hair,
my bone structure, my teeth...

They were flawless.

And I worked every angle...

Manicures, hair extensions,
eyelash tinting,

and I only ate carbs
on Tuesdays.

And I did all of that for you.

No, you did all of that
for you.

I wanted you to think
I was beautiful.

And you did.

You told me every day.

And you really thought
I was so shallow

that I wouldn't love you
in another body?

I would've walked through fire
to get you back,

in any shape or form,

because I loved you
so damn much.

Did you really not know that?

I...never thought of it
that way.

I think it was easier
for you to see me in pain

than risk rejection.

You underestimated me.

You underestimated us.

I got to get to court.

Why did you resort to
breaking into the pantry?

We were starving.

The crew had hoarded
the remaining food.

And at that point, what was
the state of the ship?

People were getting sick.
The air was putrid.

Every time we hit a wave,

human sewage would
wash down the hallways.

I started calling the boat
The Ship of Stools.

Hey, Sarah, you remember
what you called the promenade?

I sure do.

The poop deck.

Your Honor,
piracy is a serious charge.

Could you please
get the defendants

to control themselves?

I'm sorry.

After the engine fire,

did the staff
continue to serve meals?

For the first two days, yes,

but then the crew
started hoarding food.

On day 4,
we raided the pantry.

Finally, on day 5,
the Mexican tugboats arrived,

took us another two days
to get to shore.

So, y...you didn't set out
to pillage or incite a mutiny?

I'm an accountant,
not Blackbeard.

Although,
I once owned a parrot.

And you look really cute
in an eye patch.

I poked myself in the eye
with a swizzle stick.

Your Honor, the defendants

are not taking these charges
seriously.

Our clients are laughing
because the charges
are absurd.

Mr. Kent is right.

The case is dismissed.

Tomorrow, we will resume
with the civil proceedings.

Did you get
the victim's autopsy report?

Right here. Okay.

So, I need to prove that
the store owner's wife, Gina,

was dead
before the fire began,

and if she was, she couldn't
have inhaled any smoke,

so the carbon monoxide level
in her blood would be zero.

Please tell me that it's zero.

Sorry, boss... 12%.

Damn it.
I... I was... I was so sure.

Autopsy reports don't lie.

Yeah.

But neither do
the victim's wrinkles.

What?

The... The wrinkles
around her mouth suggest

that Ms. Tolin was a smoker.

And that makes you all giddy?

Smokers have
a base carbon monoxide level

of approximately 10% to 15%.

What are you doing?

Gina's medical records.

Here we go. Ms. Tolin
smoked two packs a day.

That explains
the 12% saturation.

Yep, and we proved
that Gina was killed

before the fire was set.

Teri, I... I need you
to subpoena

Billy Donaldson's
financial records.

Why?

I think I know
who murdered Gina Tolin.

My brother didn't kill Gina.
That's insane.

Your brother hated her
for firing you.

He feels guilty
that you were locked up.

In fact, he told me
that he feels responsible.

Maybe now we know
the real reason.

No.

Your brother owned
a painting business, right?

Mineral spirits, the chemical
used to start the fire,

it's also found
in paint thinner.

That is the same kind
of circumstantial evidence

that landed me in here.

Okay, okay.
Well, then, how about this...

The firefighter manifest
listed $15,000 in cash

that burned up in the fire.

Once I suspected your brother,
I subpoenaed his bank records.

Two days
after you were convicted,

he paid off the balance
on his small-business loan.

Maybe that $15,000
never burned up.

Rather, Billy stole it.

Jane, our grandmother
passed away during my trial.

She left us both some money.

That's how
he paid off the loan.

I am telling you,
Billy didn't start the fire,

and I would rather
die in prison than
let him say he did.

Mr. Tolin, I really appreciate
you agreeing to see me.

Why are you here, Ms. Bingum?

Your wife didn't die
in the fire.

She was killed
before the fire was set.

Well, I don't believe you.

And even if it were true,

what is the point
of telling me?

Well, I...thought
you would want to know.

Oh, let me guess.

Now you're gonna tell me
your client didn't do it.

Yes.

Actually, I was going to
ask you for your support

in front of the parole board.

Are you nuts?

No, no, I'm... I'm serious.

You see, your...
Your wife was stabbed

by a right-handed man,

and Michael's right arm
was in a cast.

Couldn't have done it.

Smoke and mirrors.

Excuse me? That's what this is.

That's what you lawyers do,
anything for the client.

They pay you to get them off,
not to find the truth.

Listen to me.

No, you listen to me.

If your client is innocent,

you go back to court
and prove it,

without me.

Now, I need you to leave.

"Manic Method."

Can I help you?

Oh, actually,
you already have.

Commissioner, I'd like
to call your attention

to a photo of
a limited-edition
manic method lithograph,

hand-signed,
number 17 of 250.

The Michael Donaldson case
has already been adjudicated.

I'm presenting new evidence
that bears directly

on my client's
parole application.

Your client admitted
to the crime. You heard him.

Any question of innocence
has already been put to rest.

He confessed
because I told him to.

You told an innocent man
to falsely confess?

Yes, I told him that he
wouldn't receive early release

unless he admitted guilt,

but I can now prove
his innocence.

Ms. Bingum, this is not
the proper venue for this.

Oh, really?
Well, 'cause I thought...

Well, uh, hold on.

I thought that
the parole board's mission

is "to identify
those offenders

"for whom
there is sufficient indication

"that confinement
is no longer necessary."

So proving
an offender innocent

has got to be, what,

the easiest way
to prove that,

"that confinement is
no longer necessary," right?

Fine. Two minutes.

This lithograph hung
in Max Tolin's record store,

a store
that completely burned down.

And now this very same
lithograph, number 17,

is hanging
in Max Tolin's home.

So you're probably wondering,

"Well, how the hell
did that happen," right?

Oh! I know!

Because Max Tolin
set that fire,

and he saved the one item
that he treasured most.

How dare you!

This woman came to my home,

asked me to support
Michael's release.

I said no,
and now she's turning on me.

Wait. Hold on.

Commissioner, Owen French.

I was the judge
in Mr. Donaldson's
original trial.

After reconsidering
all of the evidence...

I, too, believe
this man is innocent.

So you're impeaching
your own verdict?

Yes, I am. And I will soon
file an affidavit.

But right now,
I'm asking you to use
your mandated discretion

to consider all the evidence
that I wrongly excluded.

The evidence that shows
that Max Tolin killed his wife

and tried to cover it up
by burning down his own store.

That man set the fire!
He murdered my wife!

No, you did, and you made
a bundle doing it.

I never saw a nickel.

My insurance policy
on that building had lapsed.

Yes. It had.

But you collected
on another policy,

your wife's
life insurance policy,

paid for by a dummy trust
so it couldn't be tracked
back to you.

Well, not easily.

The A.D.A. is prepared
to issue an arrest warrant.

Your move, Commissioner.

I'm ordering the immediate
release of Michael Donaldson.

And I'm ordering
the arrest of Max Tolin

for the murder of his wife,
Gina Tolin.

Gentlemen.

I'm free?

Yeah, you're free.

Whatever you're doing,
don't bother.

Sarah just stopped by
with good news.

She and Calvin
are back together,

and consorting.

Good for them. Bad for us.

We no longer have
grounds for the loss-of-
consortium suit.

I mean, I... I just hate that
the cruise line is gonna win.

I'm not so sure about that.

What do you mean?

I'm no pirate,

but I think there's
a treasure in this map.

Your Honor,
we are refiling our claims

against White Sands
Cruise Lines

for negligent infliction
of emotional distress.

We've been through this.
Emotional distress is out.

Bahamian law applies,
remember?

My memory is clear.
Your geography is fuzzy.

If I could call Your Honor's
attention to the map.

See, once the engines failed,

the original route of the ship
changed.

Mexican tugs slowly
pulled the ship
through Mexican waters.

Yes, and our friends
to the south

have the same laws as we do

with regards to waiving
emotional-distress claims.

You are absolutely correct.

Looks to me
like you may have turned

the poop deck
into a piggy bank.

If this case proceeds,

I think we all know
how it's gonna go down.

I suggest
you make the nice couple

a very generous offer.

Hey.Hi.

I, uh...

I just came by
to say that I'm sorry.

Well, you came through
when it counted.

I screwed up, and Michael
spent eight years in prison.

Eight years.

I don't know how
I'm ever gonna live that down.

You know,
if you don't mind my asking,

what changed your mind?

You.

Me?

You were so mad at me.

Yeah, I mean,
what judge wants to be wrong?

Look, I know you,

and the intensity
of your belief
made me think twice.

Once I got over myself,

I... I looked back
through the data
with fresh eyes,

realized you were right.

How'd you find his wife's
life insurance policy?

Followed the money.

At the time of the trial,

there was nothing
about the policy

'cause Max hadn't submitted
a claim,

but once I rendered
my verdict,

he got paid out.

So I tracked the bank records
back to a dummy trust,

which was the sole beneficiary
of his wife's policy.

Wow. Took some digging,

but the whole...

Hi.

Hey. Hey.

Uh, oh, I'll just wait.

I'll be right there. Yeah.

Excuse me.
I, uh, I have a dinner.

Dinner? Mmm.

As in a dinner date?

As in... I'm hungry,

and Belinda suggested
a place that serves food.

Then have a good time.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm hurt, confused,
and I feel betrayed.

And I should've told you
immediately,

and not telling you
wasn't just about you.

If you'd let me finish...

I loved Deb.

I loved Jane.

Not Deb's soul inside of Jane,

but Jane, whoever that is.

And for the record,
at least for now,

you need to accept

that I see Deb and Jane
as two different women.

Oh, see,
t...that's not how this works.

There is Jane,
and there is Deb,

and I'm mad at both of them.

That being said...

I can't imagine
just walking away

from the only two women
I've ever truly loved.

So I'm proposing...

Sometime soon we go on a date.

I want to get to know you.

The real you, without secrets.

Grayson...

You already know the real me.

I'm Deb.

I buried Deb.

No, Grayson...

Stop!

I buried Deb.

♪ When you can't hold on

♪ When your strength is gone

Now, would you like
to go out with me?

Because I'd really like
to go out with you.

Yeah.

Very much so.

♪ I'll be standing
right beside you

♪ When you reach
the other side

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ When you reach
the other side ♪