All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S06E06 - Desperate Housewife (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...

Who are you?

Grayson, it's me.

I'm Deb.

Huh!

Mint antioxidant
edible face mask.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

You're nervous about
having sex with Grayson
tomorrow night.

Owen, I'm pregnant.

That's fantastic, Stacy.

Suppose this gets serious
and then we break up.

And I don't want my child

to be around parents
who don't get along.

So for the sake
of the baby,

we need to break up.

I understand.

Oh, my God.

Teri's been arrested.

I caught Teri
impersonating an attorney,

and I warned her to stop,
but she ignored me.

I told Kim.

Kim must have
called the cops.

You went behind
my back to Kim?

Hey.

I don't...
I don't even know
what to say.

How about,
when I get back
from helping my friend,

you're not here.

Morning, sweetie.

What was that?

Sorry.
I've been burping nonstop.

I think it's one
of those pregnancy things

that no one tells you about,

like facial hair
and enlarged feet.

Oh.

Anyway, are you feeling
any better today?

Last night,
I kicked Grayson,

the man that I love,
out of the house.

I know. Even for you,
that was a bit extreme.

What? Hmm?

Stacy, are you
taking his side?

Listen, Grayson
discovered that Teri was,

yes, impersonating a lawyer.

But rather than coming to me,

he went to Kim,
who had her arrested.

Oh, dear. Excuse me.

Frankly,
I'm a little surprised

that was Teri's first time
in the pokey.

Okay. Grayson said
that he couldn't come to me

because he didn't think
that I could be objective.

How would that
make you feel?

Permission to speak freely
without you getting mad at me?

Permission granted.

You're doing
that thing again.

I am not.

What thing?

Whenever you're about
to have sex with a guy
for the first time,

you turn
a little disagreement
into a big fight.

That's not even true.

John Perlmutter.

The night
before he took you
on a romantic weekend,

you got mad at him
for not covering his mouth
when he sneezed.

Sorry. It's unhygienic.

He was driving
on the freeway

with both hands
on the wheel.

All I'm saying is
that you and Grayson
were in a good place,

and, perhaps,
you could take
the higher ground

and apologize to him for...

Don't say it. Overreacting.

Stacy.

Fine. Fine.
Maybe you're right.

Maybe I can
forgive Grayson so...

So you two
can finally have sex.

No, so he can see
that our relationship

is strong enough
to work through
our differences.

And then to have sex.

Mmm-hmm.

Listen, I got to go. Oh, hey.

The baby cake
is gonna be ready
tomorrow at 3:00.

Are you sure
this baby-cake thing

is really a thing? Yes.

The OBGYN sends
an envelope
with the baby's gender

to the trendiest cake shop
in Beverly Hills.

They bake a cake
that's either blue
or pink on the inside,

depending,

and then I cut it open
in front of my friends,

and together, we find out
my baby's gender.

You know what?
I'll tell you one thing.

This little baby
is gonna be loved

regardless of the color
of the cake.

Mmm.

Of course, but it's a great
excuse to eat cake.

Damn right. Bye.

Oh.

Yeah.

Great book.
Real page turner.

Can you tell me
what happens?

Is the Red Widow
the killer?

I mean,
what's in the briefcase?

And spoil the ending?
Mmm-mmm. I can't.

Please. I'm a single mom
with a 4-monthold baby

and a 60-hour-a-week job.

The three minutes a day
I wait in line for my latte

is the only time
I get to read,

which means
I'm gonna finish this book

when my baby's like 20.

I need to know
what happens.

Well, how about this?

Uh, the chapter you're on
has a major twist.

It'll take you two lattes
to read it.

Then I can meet you here
Friday night,

tell you the ending,
and who knows?

We might have
more in common than
obscure detective novels.

Are you asking me out?

'Cause you heard the whole
"Single mom/baby" thing?

I heard you.

Okay, uh... Dave.

Friday night. 7:00?

Great. Uh...

Sorry. Kim.

I got to get to work, Kim.
You keep reading.

I really hope
that smile is for me.

Of course. It's for you.

I couldn't sleep
last night.

Same here.

I...guess we had
our...first fight.

But, you know,
it's over now,

and I realize
that I...overreacted.

Ah, that's a relief.

I... I'm glad
you understand
where I'm coming from.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I didn't say
that I understood,

I said that I overreacted,

because I turned
a disagreement
into a fight.

But you admit
that I didn't do
anything wrong.

I cannot believe
that you think
not telling me about Teri

and going
behind my back to Kim
wasn't wrong.

Well, you would've
protected Teri,

and given
what's at stake,

that would've
been irrational.

You did not
just call me irrational.

Excuse me.

What?

Are you Jane Bingum?

Yes. How can I help you?

I'm with
the Department of Justice.

You've been assigned
a new client.

Our firm doesn't take
federal assignments.

Per the Foreign Intelligence
Surveillance Act,
you do now.

I'll be escorting you
to the detention center.

Okay?

The judge also requested
a Grayson Kent.

That would be me.

I have a car waiting.
Let's go. Hold on. Excuse me.

Who exactly
are we representing?

Oh, my God!

Is this about
the Justin Bieber
deportation?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Okay, so you're
expecting us
to meet a new client

with absolutely no context.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, if you ask me,
that seems
a bit...irrational.

Good morning...again.

Dave?

What are you
doing here?

One of your assistants
is in jail,

so I'm filling in
till she gets out.

You're the temp?I am.

And, Ms. Kaswell,
your 9:30
is waiting for you

in the conference room.

Okay...

When our pastor announced

that two church members
had been killed
in a car accident

and that their
four children were
gonna be separated

and sent to different homes,

well, we just couldn't
let that happen.

We said,
"We'll take them all."

And applied to be
the Bowens' foster parents.

Our house was small,

but at least the kids
could stay together.

Well, now you have
5,000 square feet

of state-of-the-art
improvements.

Thank you,
Ultimate Home Do-over.

Well, your foster family
seem like lovely people.

I assume
you're here to start
the adoption process.

Three days
after the show aired,

the Biltmans kicked us out.

What?

They say
we're too much trouble.

And now, me,
Julia, and Nate
are back in group homes.

And I'm living
with our nana.

Our grandma
would take us all,

but she lives in
a teeny one-bedroom
in public housing.

They're strict about
how many people
can live in one unit.

We want to sue
the Biltmans
to take us back

so we can all be together.

Okay, look.

Before we go around
suing people,

why don't you let me
have a conversation
with your foster family?

We'll see
if there's something
we can work out.

Sound good?

Okay.

We've been walking
for 15 minutes.

Sir, how much further?

Your client's been
isolated from the rest
of the detainees.

The cell's just up ahead.

Who is it?

Chapo Guzman?

Edward Snowden?

Abu Nazir?

Sir, with this client,
can you even
ensure our safety?

In here, you're safe.

But your client's considered

one of the most
dangerous people
in America.

Hi. I'm Susan Peterson.
I want to go home.

I have no idea
why I'm here.

I didn't commit a crime.

I swear,
whatever they think I did,
I... I'm innocent.

Well, tell us
about the arrest.

Uh, this morning,
I was at home,

uh, taking a cake
out of the oven,

when men in SWAT gear
busted down my front door.

They put a cloth bag
over my head
and dragged me away.

Do you know
what they've
told my family?

Um, they haven't shared
anything with us.

Mrs. Peterson, obviously,

the government feels
that you're a threat
to national security.

Can you tell us anything

that can help us
prepare your defense?

I can tell you
this is all a mistake.

Maybe there's another
Susan Peterson

who did whatever
they think I did,

but I'm a law-abiding
citizen.

I'm a mom. I...

I take care of the house.

I...
I run school committees.

And my husband's
a good man.

He's a landscaper.

He owns his own business.

Okay. Mrs. Peterson,
here's what
we're gonna do...

Please, call me Susan.

Susan, we're gonna
speak to the judge,

and we're gonna find out
what's going on.

Mr. And Mrs. Biltman,
I know how difficult it is
to be a parent.

Those foster kids
were impossible.

They were slobs,
left their rooms
a mess,

they'd talk over the TV,

and they were
always demanding

that we drive them around
like chauffeurs.

The little one
would come into
our room at night

and crawl into bed
with us,

even though
we asked her not to.

So you kicked the kids out

because they were
behaving like kids?

Don't you dare judge us.

Did you encourage
good behavior
with a reward system?

You know,
Modern Parentmagazine

has an excellent article
this month
on disciplinary methods.

I can have my assistant
make you a copy.

That's not necessary.

Look, we...gave it a shot.
It just didn't work out.

You made a commitment
to the Bowen children.

I'm gonna stop you there.

Foster parenting,
by definition,
is temporary.

Let me cut to the chase.

If you think you can
kick those kids out

and keep
that big, old house,
you can forget it.

That house belongs
to my clients.

The children
don't have a claim.

Without those children,
your clients would still be
slumming it

in a two bedroom teardown.

So you can either move out
and let the Bowen children
move back in

or buy them
an equivalent house.

We're done here.

Thank you for your time.
I'll see you in court.

What can I get you?

I'll have a green...

Excuse me.

I'm pregnant,
and it's making me burp.

I'll have a caffeine-free
green tea.

How often are you burping?

The past 24 hours.

It pretty much
hasn't stopped. Hmm.

It's probably because...

You know what?
Never mind.

What? It's nothing. Nothing.

Please tell me
what you were gonna say.

Well, my mother
was a midwife,

and she said
when a pregnant woman
is burping like you,

it means she's having
an evil baby.

What?

I'm sorry, honey,
but your baby is cursed.

Now, what can I
get you to eat?

I recommend
the turkey burger.
It's free-range.

In light of
the serious nature
of the charges,

we're asking
that the defendant
be held without bail.

Your Honor,
despite repeated requests,

we still haven't
been told what our client's
been charged with.

As a matter
of national security,
we cannot disclose that.

Okay, in this country,
you can't hold someone
without probable cause.

I agree.
But for the record,

the government
hasn't shared the charges
with me, either.

Should you wish to proceed,

I demand to hear
the evidence
against the defendant.

Yes, Your Honor,
the government
will establish our grounds

for probable cause ex parte

in a closed session
in the scif.

Uh, excuse me.
What's a scif?

It is a "sensitive
compartmentalized
information facility."

Behind that door
is a little room

swept for bugs
prior to every meeting.

Very well then.
We will continue
in the scif.

Let's go.

I'm sorry,
but you two are
not allowed in the scif.

What?

You don't have
security clearance.

I need you
to get this brief
to the clerk.

No problem,
Ms. Kaswell.Thanks.

Dave, by any chance,
are you an artist?

No. Why?

Let me guess.
You're writing a novel.

Nope. Just love to read.

Okay, I give up.
What are your aspirations?

My aspirations? Yeah, professionally.

What do you want
to be doing?

Well, I'm a temp, Kim.
I love my life.

No stress, in at 9:00,
out at 6:00,

make enough money
to live,

have enough time to do
the things that I love...

Hiking, snowboarding,
reading a complete novel.

But you're wearing
an expensive suit.

I mean, how does
a temp afford
something like that?

Trust fund.

It was my brother's.

He's a lawyer
and spends all his days
stress-eating.

And thanks
to his expanding waistline,

I got his old wardrobe.

Okay. Uh, well...

Make sure the clerk
gets that brief.

Are they ever going
to come out of that room?

They've been in there
almost an hour.

You know, Susan,
the judge seemed
pretty reasonable.

So unless the government
has real cause,

I... I bet
she'll let you go.

I have reviewed
the evidence,

and I am ordering
that Susan Peterson

be held without bail
until trial.

No. On what grounds?

I am not at liberty
to say.

Your Honor,
we're at least
entitled to see

the charging document.JUDGE: Yes.

And I have
instructed the AUSA
to hand them over.

Thank you.

It's all blacked out.

Uh, except for
"national security risk,"

"Informant 6869,"
and "treason."

It's redacted as a matter
of national security.

At this point,
I am ordering the guards

to return the defendant
to solitary.

No.

No.

Jane, help me.

No, help me!
Jane, please!

Help me, Jane.
I'm innocent.

Stacy!

Did that come out
of you?

Unfortunately, yes, Owen.
Does evil run
in your family?

Uh, mostly neurosis
and sluggish thyroids.

Evil, I don't recall.
What's going on?

I can't stop burping,

and my waitress told me
that it means
the baby is evil.

Now, I know
that every child
has its issues...

I've even set aside
money for therapy...
But an evil baby?

Huh? How do we
prepare for that?

I promise you,
there is no such thing
as an evil baby.

Really? Of course.

Now, I remember,
my mother,
she burped nonstop

when she was pregnant
with my brother.

Charlie, he was arrested
for fraud.

Bad example. Uh-huh.

Stacy, your baby is
gonna be sweet and kind,
just like you.

I promise. Aw.

Okay.

Impressive.

Mary and John Biltman
leveraged the Bowen
family tragedy

into a free home makeover.

The children
have been exploited,

and the Biltmans
have been unjustly enriched.

Ms. Kaswell,
what remedy
are you seeking?

Disgorgement.

The Biltmans
must turn over the house
to the Bowen children.

Our hearts go out
to the Bowen children,

but the Biltmans
don't owe them anything.

We would also accept

monetary value of
the home improvements...

$500,000.

The Bowen children
do not have standing
to sue.

The only contract here

is between the producers
of Ultimate Home Do-over

and my clients,
Mr. And Mrs. Biltman.

Her clients are simply
not a party to this dispute.

Is that true?

Well, the thing is...

Ms. Kaswell,
are your clients a party
to the contract or not?

No, you're honor...

I'm sorry, but the kids
have no claims

against their former
foster parents.

Case dismissed.

Excuse me, Ms. Kaswell. Yes?

I'm Lily Bowen,
the kids' grandmother.

Oh, it's nice to meet you.

I appreciate everything
that you're doing.

It just breaks my heart
that I can't take in
all my grandkids.

But the city
won't allow it. I understand.

And, Mrs. Bowen,
I want you to know
that I'm not giving up.

Thank you.

My wife is not a terrorist.

Susan loves America.

On the Fourth of July,
she runs the block party.

Her favorite holiday
is Thanksgiving.

What exactly
is the government saying?

The charging document
suggests an informant
turned her in.

We were hoping
you would tell us
who that might be.

I have no idea.

Is your wife involved
in politics?

She won a highly
contested election

for treasurer of the PTA.

And what about you?

Anything that
could've attracted
the government's interest?

No. Just a regular guy.

Have you and your wife
traveled out of the country
recently?

Never. We were planning
a trip to Saudi Arabia.

Susan's friend
got a job over there.

Jake, why aren't you
at school?

I was worried about Mom.

People are saying
she was arrested.

Mom was taken into custody
this morning.

What? Dad, that...that...
That's crazy.

Yeah. These lawyers
are here to help her.

We're doing
everything that we can.

Dad, where's the computer?

The police took it.

Jake's been working
on a mobile app
for almost a year.

All his coding is
on the computer.

Is the computer Susan's?

Well, she bought it,
but we all use it.

Me for work,
Jake for his homework
and coding,

Susan for committees
and recipes.

Uh, Jake, can you
give us a few minutes?

Your mom made you a cake.
It's in the fridge.

Whatever they think she did,
my mom didn't do it.

Now, this may sound
like a strange question,

but what kind of cake
was your wife baking

when the house
was raided?

Yellow cake.
I don't know.

She found the recipe online.
Why?

It's probably nothing,
but "yellow cake" is a term
used to describe uranium.

Um, now, you said
you work in landscaping.

Do you ever order
fertilizer online?

All the time.

Fertilizer can be used
to make explosives.

Was Susan emailing
with her friend
in Saudi Arabia?

Pretty much every day.

Okay.

Um, Alan,
the government monitors
internet searches.

That's legal?

The NSA can collect data
to counter the threat
of terrorism.

So Susan was probably
flagged as a terrorist

just based on the family's
internet search history.

See, the NSA might have
assumed she was coding,

buying fertilizer,
using yellow cake,

and to top it all off,
she was sending emails
to Saudi Arabia.

You know what?
We need to get a hold
of that computer.

Ah, the government
would never release a...

Hello? Yes?

Oh, God. Okay.

Yeah, thanks for the call.

One of my vendors
tried to cash a check.

The bank closed our account.

The government
must have put the bank
on alert.

So, what? Level with me.
What happens next?

We try to prove
that your wife is innocent.

What if you can't?

Well, the penalty
for treason is death.

Grayson. Good morning.

Could you come here?

Question.

What do you think
of Dave? Who?

Dave. The temp.

He gave me my messages
and has a pleasant
phone voice.

I don't know. Yeah, that's not
what I meant.

No way.

You have the hots
for the temp?

Motherhood must've altered
your brain chemistry.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You date up.

You want to be with a man
who elevates your stature.

You're one to talk.
You're dating a partner.

Hey, how's that going,
by the way?

Jane's not happy
with the way I handled
the Teri situation.

Come on. You were just
protecting the firm.

We fought,
we almost made up,

I called her irrational,
she went ballistic.

Ooh.

You called her irrational?

Well, at the time,
she was.

Regardless,
it's super demeaning.
I'd be pissed, too.

Excuse me.

Grayson, we have a meeting
in the conference room.

Have fun.

Wait. With who?
I, uh, don't have it
on my calendar.

Grabzilla.
They are the search engine
on Susan's computer.

Ah, so they would
have a history
of all the searches.

Yep. See, Owen
has a friend
on the board,

and when he explained
the situation,

the CEO said
he would come right over.

Uh, I'm so sorry
about your client.

The NSA can be
overzealous in their
surveillance activities.

We believe
that Susan's arrest
was based on search terms

used by multiple
family members,

and the combination
of these search terms
seemed suspicious.

But the only way
we can prove that
is to access the data.

Well, given
the circumstances,
I wish I could help you,

but I can't.

Uh, Grabzilla's policy
is never to release
a user's history.

But these circumstances
are unusual.

I'm sure you can see that.

Look, Mr. Redmund,
our firm is a loyal
Grabzilla customer.

I mean, you run
our mail client
and our server farm, so...

Then you should understand
why I can't honor
your request.

As a customer,
you trust us
when we say,

"Non-disclosure is
the bedrock of
our privacy policy."

But these are our client's
own searches.

We can only release
personal data

pursuant to
a valid court order.

It's all spelled out
in the user agreement.

Okay.

Well, if you need
a court order,

we will get a court order.

Just because
we lost today,

it doesn't mean
that I'm done
fighting for you guys.

But for now,

the three of you
will go back
to your group homes,

and Daisy will go back
to live with grandma.

No, I don't want to go
by myself.

Daisy doesn't like
to be away from us.

You know what?

I refuse
to let you be separated.

Thanks, but no one
will take all of us.

So you'll stay here.
At least for tonight,
anyway.

We'll get some
sleeping bags
and ice cream, movies.

It'll be like
a big slumber party.

Would you like that, Daisy?

Okay.

This hearing
should be short.

We just need
to get the judge
to order Grabzilla

to release
your search history.

Mom? Mom?

No contact. Sit.

Ms. Bingum,
let's get this started.

Yes. Your Honor,
we are seeking
to compel Grabzilla

to release Mrs. Peterson's
internet search history.

Objection.
This is nothing
but a fishing expedition.

You know,
Mrs. Peterson

has the constitutional right
to counsel, right?

But, apparently,
not the right
to the information

that landed her here
in the first place.

So we're hoping to glean
that information

by analyzing
the search history
in the family computer.

The government
opposes the request.

You know, it appears
that the DOJ
would be content

if I just stood here
and did nothing,

like a legal mannequin,
if you will.

You see?

I can stand like this
all day.

Mr. Sebell,
what is Grabzilla's
position on this matter?

Your Honor, while we will
not categorically oppose
an order,

we would like
a little extra time

to study the merits
of releasing the data.

Two weeks,
just to be brief.

Your Honor,
my client needs
to be with her family.

Can you please expedite
this process?

All right. Does tomorrow
sound better?

Yes.

No. No.
We'll need more time.

You're Grabzilla.

You have hundreds
of in-house lawyers.

Use a few dozen
if you need to.

Thank you.

I'm happy to babysit.

Watching four kids
will be good practice
for the evil one I'm carrying.

What?

Nothing.

I'm glad you called.

Okay, um, hey, kids?

I'm gonna go now,
but Stacy is gonna
be here all night

in case there's anything
you need.

Just don't ask me
to help you with
your math homework.

Stacy? Oh, what is it, sweetie?

Do you need
a drink of water?

Bedtime story?
Dating advice?

Am I ever gonna get
my own room again?

Um, you know,
Kim is working on that.

But they promised me
my own room.
They promised.

Who promised you
your own room?

The TV people.

The TV host
told all of us

that if we went
on his show,

we'd get our own rooms.

He promised.

And what happens to people
who break their promises?

They get in trouble.

That's right, Daisy.
They do.

Nighty night.

Can you teach us
how to do that?

You don't want
to know how.

Okay, 4:00 a.m.

We've got five hours
to finish the brief.

Okay, well,
I just finished
section six...

Legislative history
of the Patriot Act.

Where are you
on Congressional intent?

Oh, it was a bear,
but I'm done.

Great.
Would you mind writing up
the table of authorities?

Sure. Okay.

But first,
I want to apologize
for calling you irrational.

Thank you.
I really appreciate that.

It's just...
That word, irrational.

It's just
really demeaning.

That's exactly
what Kim said.

You spoke to Kim
about us?

Yeah, we're friends.

Grayson, I don't want her
in my personal business.

I'm surprised
you wouldn't know that.

Well, for what it's worth,
she agreed with you.

That's not the point.

You know what?
Why don't we just
work in silence?

Jane. I'm working.

What the hell?

Yeah, my screen,
uh, just went blank.

Yeah, mine, too.

Oh, God.
No. No. No, no.

Okay, the brief is gone.

Hey, I spoke with IT.

They don't think
it was a tech failure.

We were the victim
of a malicious hack. What?

Someone remotely accessed
the firm's servers.

Who would hack us?

Someone who wants
Susan to stay in jail.

The government.

Well, what about our briefs?
Did IT retrieve the backups?

Drives are scrambled.

They'll need
at least 48 hours
to get anything usable.

Well, then,
we'll file this partial
handwritten brief.

I'll tell IT
not to worry
about recovery

and let them
focus on figuring out
who hacked us.

Okay.

All I want
is my own room

where me and my babies
can sleep.

And we promise that you
and each of your siblings

will get
your very own special room

that's unique
to your personality.

Your Honor,
as evidenced by the video,

there was an oral contract

between the producers
of Ultimate Home Do-over

and Bowen children.

On behalf
of the producers
of the show,

I agree with Ms. Kaswell's
statement.

You do?

Yes. We promised
each of those kids
their own bedroom

and each one of them
got it,

but then the Biltmans
kicked them out.

It's reprehensible,
but it's not our problem.

We delivered.

I'm sorry, Ms. Kaswell,
but Mr. Hanson is right.

I don't deny
there is a harm here,

but the defendants
have not breached
their duty to the children.

If anything,
Mr. And Mrs. Biltman

fraudulently represented
themselves

to the production company.

And the production company
would have a claim
against them.

But, unfortunately,
you do not.

Mr. Hanson.Yes?

Just a heads up.

I think the public
will be interested

in what happened
to the Bowen children

after they appeared
on your show,

so I'm gonna hold
a press conference

to share what you
just told the judge.

You know,
that the orphans
aren't your problem.

Is that a threat?

No. I think
it's gonna be
a great story.

"Children evicted
from their dream home.

"Producers stand by
as they're sent back
to foster care."

There won't be a dry eye
in the house.

What do you want,
Ms. Kaswell?

There was a contract
between the Biltmans
and your clients,

the producers of the show.

You heard the judge.

Your clients have
a claim against them.

But we have no intention
of suing the Biltmans.

You don't have to.

All you have to do
is allow my clients

to assert
your clients' claim
and collect your damages.

It's permissible
under the law.

Subrogation
and assignment. That's right.

Allow my clients to stand
in your clients' shoes.

Hey. How was court?

Oh, uh, I lost,
but I'm still in the game.

Good to hear.
I'm heading out to pick up
something for Jane.

Do you need anything
while I'm out?

Nope. Uh, I'm all good.

Dave.

Uh, I'm sorry,

but I'm gonna
have to cancel
our date for tonight.

I figured.
You're buried in your case.

Uh, tomorrow
or the next day is fine.

I'm free any night
but Tuesday...

Book club.Right.

Um, yeah,
I just, uh...

I don't think going out
is a very good idea.

I mean, when I said yes,

I... I didn't know
you were a temp and...

And you don't date
the help.

Well, Kim,
I wouldn't date someone
who wouldn't date the help.

So I guess
we're on the same page.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go...help.

Hey. Oh, hey.

Grayson, so,
I found this blogger.

He's a professor at MIT.

He said
the government spends

hundreds of millions
of dollars a year
on cyber warfare.

So if that's
who hacked us...

Jane, the government
isn't behind the hack
or Susan's arrest.

I think it was Grabzilla.What?

Yeah, I went through
their annual report
and their 2014 forecast.

Grabzilla said
they'd be signing

a $1billion
government contract

at the end
of the second quarter.

Now, there are
no more specifics,

because the program
pertains to...

Get this...

National security.

So they were probably
beta-testing the software
for the NSA

when Susan got flagged.

Grabzilla wanted
two weeks

to review our request
for her search history.

Now, the end
of the second quarter
is in 11 days.

My guess,
they want to make sure
that contract gets signed

before disclosing
any flaws in the program.

And if we prove
that Susan is innocent,

it would expose
the software flaws.

They'd be out
a billion dollars.

Which is why
they will do everything
in their power

to keep her behind bars.

Mr. Redmund,
isn't Grabzilla days away

from signing
a massive contract
with the US government

for a new software system?

That's not news.

Government R&D
is a growth area
for my company,

and we're happy
to do our part
to keep the country secure.

Okay, so,
hypothetically speaking,

if there were flaws
in the software,

you wouldn't want
your buyer to know, right?

And, certainly,
after the Affordable
Care Act website fiasco,

you could not risk
a whiff of program error.

Objection. Inflammatory.

Overruled.
Mr. Redmund, please answer.

I wouldn't hide anything
from the government.

One final question.

Does the software system
that you're selling
to the government

employ the same algorithm

as the software
that erroneously flagged

Susan Peterson
as a terrorist?

I will not answer
that question.

Oh. Oh, okay.

You won't answer
the question?

Well, I think
you just did.

And assuming that
was an admission,

is that
the real reason

you won't turn over
my client's search history?

I cannot answer
on grounds of
national security.

Oop, nope. Sorry.

But as a private citizen,
you can't invoke
that protection.

In fact, only the AUSA
can make that assertion,

and I'm guessing...

Yeah. Yeah, by the look
on his face,

he's very interested
in your answer.

I am.

But I don't think
that this is
the right venue.

Well, you know,
you could take Mr. Redmund
into the scif

and force him to tell you
the whole truth
and nothing but.

There's no reason
for me to testify
in the scif, Ms. Bingum.

Actually, I think
that's a great idea.

As does the government.
Let's go.

Oh, Your Honor,
uh, before you drag
Mr. Redmund into the scif,

I think there's
one other thing
you have to do.

Of course.

I dismiss the complaint
against Ms. Peterson.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, the Bowen children
don't have a case
against the Biltmans.

Yes, I know.
I'm the one who
explained that to you twice.

Your Honor,
she's wasting
the court's time.

I'm beginning to agree.

Five minutes
and you'll never hear
from me again.

I'm timing you.

The Bowens
don't have a claim
against the Biltmans,

but, as you said earlier,
the producers do.

The producers have signed
their claim over to us,

which means my clients
now have standing.

Hmm. Found your in,
Ms. Kaswell.

The reason the Biltmans
were chosen by the producers

to appear
on Ultimate Home Do-over,

was to give
the Bowen children
their dream home.

Well, the children
no longer have that home,

because the Biltmans
kicked them out,

which violates
their contract.

Since the kids
now stand in place
of the producers,

they absolutely have
the right to sue.

She's bending the law,
Your Honor.

Maybe so...

But until now,
your clients have been
hiding behind it.

I suggest the Biltmans
agree to pay
the Bowen children

the full improved value
of the home.

Otherwise,
if this case proceeds,

I imagine
that with damages,

that number
will continue to grow.

We don't have
$500,000.

That's why we agreed
to do the show
in the first place.

Really? I thought
it was for the children.

You know,
if you can't pay,

then why not sign
the house over
to the Bowen children?

You can keep
your remaining assets
and avoid bankruptcy.

Ms. Kaswell,
the children are minors

and need
a legal guardian.

Of course.
I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Um, the kids'
loving grandmother

is more than happy
to step in
and live with them.

What's it going to be,
counselor?

We accept those terms.

Good. We're done.

Stacy.

Mmm. I need your opinion.

I saw an ad on Craigslist
for a prenatal exorcist.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know.
Are they licensed?

Good question.

I have also started
watching the first season
of Dexter.

If my kid is gonna be
a serial killer,

I need to know
what I'm in for.

Stace, it...

Oh, sweetie.
How are things going
between you two?

Not great.

You know, I mean,
we can work together,
no problem,

but when it comes
to basic human interaction,
we seem to be off.

Even the first time around,
you guys had bumps.

Do I dare mention
the TiVo calamity of 2006?

Do you know
I still haven't seen
the finale

of Malcolm in the Middle?

Uh, excuse me, Jane?
I picked up your baby cake.

Do you want me to put it
in your car?

No. Let's get a knife.
I want to cut it now.

Oh, but I thought
we were gonna
have a party at home.

Did you invite anyone?

Sorry.
It's been a long day.

Eh, that's okay.
Let's just do it now.

I need to know
if I'm having a Damien
or a Cruella.

Okay. Dave, you heard
the pregnant lady.

Put the baby cake
in the conference room,
please.

Pink cake means
that Stacy's having a girl,

and blue is a boy.

Okay, here we go.
I'm cutting the baby cake.

Oh, it's pink!

A little girl.

And blue.

Oh, my God.

I'm having an evil
half-boy/half-girl.

Stacy, pink and blue means
you're having twins.

You're having
a little girl
and a little boy.

Evil twins?

Oh, my God. Enough.

There is no evil baby, okay?

The twins are the reason
you've been burping.

There's just not
a lot of room in there,
you know,

and the air's got
to come out somehow.

Oh, my God.
I'm having twins.

Normal, wonderful,
not-evil twins.

Yeah. Congratulations.

Who wants baby cake?

Oh.

Hey. Hey.

You left the party
without a piece of cake.

Thanks. Yeah.

So, you're one
virile guy, huh?

Twins?Yeah.

Yeah, I got
super sperm, huh?

You okay?

I... I...

Uh, I don't know
if I should be talking
to you about this,

but, uh, I mean,
we're friends, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm, uh...

I'm respecting
Stacy's wishes and...

And trying not
to get close, but...

When she cut that cake...

It was, uh...

It was difficult.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I...
I can imagine.

I mean,
they're your children, too.

No, it's...
It's not just
about the kids.

It's...

It's her.

Oh. I, uh...

I can't... I can't...
I can't help myself.

I... I...it's killing me
that she just wants
to be friends.

Well...

You know,
you've respected
Stacy's wishes,

and that's really nice
and it's dignified,

but I say...

Throw caution to the wind
and make a move, you know?

I... I mean, I know
you didn't really ask me,

but I say go for it.

This cake is amazing.

Brought you a piece.

Oh, no,
I really shouldn't.

Why not? It's empty calories.

Well, it tastes good.

It'll go right to my hips.

I like your hips.

I also like this cake.

Have one bite.

I promise
that it won't kill you.

Mmm.

Oh, my God.
That is so good.

I haven't had white carbs
since the baby was born.

You haven't done
a lot of things
since the baby was born.

You know,
the thing about cake...

Hmm?

I really like
to eat dinner first.

Are you asking me out?

I am.

But you don't date
the help.

You really shouldn't
correct your boss.

I'll make reservations.

Why don't I do that?
You're off the clock.

Coming.

Hey.

I think we need to talk
about what's going on
between us.

I mean, Grayson,
we're just so different now,

you know, and it's
a lot more complicated.

And it just seems
that our relationship
is off to a rocky start.

At least we can agree
on something, right?

Okay, you're not talking.

Um...are you
doing that thing
that I used to do?

Remember?
We took that long weekend

and I kept putting my foot
in my mouth,

so, finally, I was like,

"I'm just not gonna speak
for the rest of the evening."

And at least
we'll stop arguing,
you know?

Remember?

Okay, you're still
not talking.

What do you
want to do tonight?

Mmm.