All language subtitles for Drop Dead Diva (2009) - S06E11 - Afterlife (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...

Where am I?

Grayson,

you're in the hospital.

Do you remember
what happened?

My boyfriend
is gonna propose,

and I'm not supposed
to know about it...

Congratulations. Thank you.

Prepare to intubate.
I need 12 french tubes and...

Grayson.

Charging the 360.

All clear? NURSE: Clear.

Shock.

Asystole. MALE DOCTOR: Check for pulse.

Negative.DOCTOR: I'm calling it.

Time of death
5:17 p.m.

It's me.

Sorry.
I don't know anyone

at that facility.

Jane, it's me.
It's Grayson.

This isn't funny
and I'm hanging up. No, listen.

I hit "return,"
and I'm back.

Like I said
a few hours ago,

you can't see Ian Holt.

You're not his attorney. Yeah, I heard you

loud and clear,
which is why I filed

an emergency petition.

Here it is.
Oh, yeah.

Gosh, will you
look at that?

I am his lawyer.

I'd like to see
my client now, please.

Thank you.

Ian's been transferred
back to his cell
from the infirmary.

The infirmary? Mmm.

Guy was executed
last night.

Dead a full two minutes,
and then his ticker
started up again.

Freaked the hell
out of the warden.

Can you imagine being
dead and then coming
back to life?

Yeah, I know, it's crazy.

Coldblooded killer
like Ian Holt gets
a second chance.

It's not right.

If you ask me,
he deserves to die,

slow and painful.

I didn't ask you.

I demand to see
my client now.

Thank you.

I thought we'd never
see each other again.

It's really...

You.
Isn't it?

Yeah.

You know what?
The guard thinks
I'm just your lawyer,

not your girlfriend.

So...

You pressed
the return button.

Yeah.

I met Fred.

He said he owed you.

Yeah.

He also made it clear
that my return is
a onetime thing.

All I remember
is a flash of light,

and suddenly I woke up
in the prison infirmary

handcuffed to a steel bed.

Your soul entered
Ian's body
the moment he died.

The moment
he was executed.

Yes.

Jane, I don't even know
what this guy did.

I have none of
his memories.

Oh, yeah.
That's how it works.

At first,
I didn't know anything
about Jane

her friends, her family,

her Netflix password,
nothing.

But I did get her IQ.
And her legal knowledge,

and that's
a really good thing,

'cause I'm gonna
figure out a way

to get you out of here.

Jane, if they tried to
execute this body...

Mmm.That means

he was out of appeals.

Well, I'm gonna talk
to Ian's former lawyer.

I will find a way in.

You're amazing.

After what we've
been through,

a little thing like
death row is not
gonna keep us apart.

Did you
feel that kick?

Baboom! Wow!

The twins were partying
all night long.

I had a dream that one
became a rockette

and the other the rock.

Did Jane...

Already leave
this morning?

We were supposed
to carpool.

Oh, she called.
She's at the prison.

She's meeting with
a new client.

We don't have a new client
in prison.

Did she mention a name? Not that I recall.

Odd. No, no.

I mean, you know Jane.

She's always running
from prison to prison

passing out her
business card.

So, hey,

I wanted to run
a few wedding ideas
by you.

Which roses do you prefer?

Cherry brandy
or freedom?

Either.
Either is fine.

Well, I have more pictures
if you want to see.

Mmm-mmm.
Whichever one you want.

Owen, you're sweating.

It's hot in here,
isn't it?

I was actually
gonna go get a sweater.

So, let's talk
about the wedding cake.

I have narrowed it down
to two bakeries,

and we can meet
with them tonight.

I'm, I'm not sure
what time that I'm,

I'm gonna be done tonight.

And, and in fact,
look at the time.

I got to go.

Are you really okay?

Yeah, yeah.
Everything's great.

It's great.
Have a good day.
I love you.

Uh-oh.

All the performers
with the dance theater
of Compton

are inner-city teenagers.

It's a creative outlet
that keeps them away

from the gang
and drug culture.

I've seen the documentary
on your troupe.

What you guys do
is incredible.

Thank you.
As you know,

the survival
of the organization
depends on grants

and private donations.

Are you here
for a donation?
Because I'm happy to...

Oh, no, no.
I need legal help.

This will sound strange.

Empress Katia
stole my latest
choreographed piece

for her new music video.

Uh, Empress Katia
is a huge pop star

who sells out
the Staples Center.

I doubt she would steal
from you.

I didn't think
she would, either,

but see for yourself.

I muted the music
since she dances
to pop music

and my kids dance
to classical,
but check out the moves.

On the left is my troupe,

on the right is
Empress Katia's

new music video
Out of my bed.

Sponsored
by Angry Girl Cosmetics.

The dances look identical.

She stole my work.

Step for step.

Two months ago,
Empress Katia attended
a performance.

The kids were so excited.

A superstar was coming
to see our little troupe.

I guess she liked
what she saw.

I mean, perhaps she was
subconsciously inspired

by the performance
and didn't realize

she appropriated
your choreography.

Ms. Kaswell...

Critics are now
accusing me of
stealing her moves.

My reputation is
on the line,
as well as my grants.

Okay. We'll sit down
with Empress Katia

and we'll, we'll try
to sort it out.

Thank you.

This is what

five years of
appeals looks like?

Yeah. I got these files
from your former lawyer.

Let me guess
an overworked
public defender.

Yep.

Now, apparently,
through this entire trial,

you've maintained
your innocence.

All right.
So, what's my story?

Well...

You're Ian Michael Holt,

39 years old.

You were the facilities
manager at the
Costa Mar Country Club.

In 2009, you were convicted

of the murder of the club
president, Harry Beckett.

Oh, God.

Motive?

You were having an affair
with Harry's wife, Cheryl.

He discovered your affair
and fired you.

Jane, I'm Grayson.

I know. But you keep saying "you"

like I'm the guy
who did these things.

No, it's just...

The world sees you as Ian.

But I know.
I know it's strange,

but the sooner you adjust,
the easier it'll get.

How did you adjust?

I mean...

I don't even
connect with this body.

None of this
feels like me.

I know. I know.
I still have
those moments.

You know,
sometimes I look
in the mirror and...

And I see a stranger.

But then I remember
that I was given
a second chance.

It's all worth it.

Okay, now apparently,

in your trial transcript...

Uh, yes, you were
so enraged,

you beat Harry to death
with a 3iron.

So I'm a violent killer.

Why would Fred
put me in this body?

It doesn't work
like that.
It's, it's all random.

Listen, although
you are now Ian,

I need you to
think like Grayson

and help me go
through these files.

All right, we've got
to find something to
get back in court.

Excuse me.
Uh, here for your
dinner order.

Same as last time,
you get anything you want.

Wait, wait, wait.
Why are you asking
for his last meal?

Execution's been
rescheduled for
midnight tonight.

They ordered
a new batch
of injections.

Make sure
they get it right
this time.

Jane. Can't talk.

We saw you took on
a new client.

Yeah, death row inmate
with a botched execution.

A pro bono death penalty
case can be quite
time consuming.

I am defending this client,
so help me God,

and if you try
and stop me...

Stop you?Are you kidding me?

Ian Holt is
all over the news.

It's exactly the kind
of high-profile case

this firm
should be handling.

You have the full
resources of the firm.

I was even gonna offer
my help as second chair.

Great, search for any
grounds for a stay.

I'd help you out, too, but,

uh, I have
a client meeting.

Is that Empress Katia?

It's either her
or a really good
drag queen.

I got to go.

Who's Empress Katia?

We contend
that the choreography

in your latest video,
Get out of my bed,

was copied
from my client.

Now, all we're asking for
is acknowledgment.

I'm honestly flattered.
I am a huge fan.

I do not copy or steal.

I create.

My client's choreography
is original.

It was inspired by
the joyous dances of
street orphans

I witnessed on my
goodwill trip to Haiti

where I built houses
and passed out
bags of rice.

Wow, you're a regular bono,
aren't you?

The only reason I attended
your little show

is because I am a patron
of the arts,

and I resent being dragged
into this office.

I am a very busy woman.

Well, I'm very sorry
for the inconvenience.

Thank you. We'll take this up
in court.

Hey, Owen.

Oh. Uh,

I mean, it's nice
to meet you,
Mr. French.

Thanks for taking
my case.

Of course.

I understand, Ms. Bingum,

you're here to argue
for a stay of execution?

Yes. Your Honor,
the state has already
injected our client

with a lethal cocktail.

A second injection
constitutes cruel
and unusual punishment

in violation
of the eighth amendment.

Except, Ian Holt
was convicted by a jury.

The glitch in the execution
does not alter
the state's right

to carry out the sentence.

I'm sorry,
Ms. Bingum,

but you've offered
no new facts
supporting a stay.

Argue that the
death warrant is
technically deficient.

Um, Your Honor.

Uh, the death warrant
is required

to specify the date, time,
and method of execution.

Given that this is
a new execution

to take place
in a new date and time,

the law mandates
a new death warrant.

That is correct.

It'll take 24 hours
to issue a new warrant.

In that case, you bought
yourself another day.

Thank you.

How did you know
about the death warrant?

Uh, he's had a lot
of time in jail

to read up
on the law, right?

Yeah, right.
Uh, lots of time.

Listen, we got to
get to work.

We've only got 24 hours
to save your life.

Your Honor,
once choreography is
memorialized in writing,

it's protected by
the copyright act of 1976.

My client's notebook

contains her choreographic
notations dated March 1st,

and as you'll see
in the video,

Nadine's dance is identical
to Empress Katia's,

therefore satisfying
the standard

of substantial similarity.

You don't need
to show the video.

We will stipulate to
the substantial similarity.

Oh, uh, okay.

Uh, here's a photo from
The National Inquisitor

of Empress Katia

attending the dance theater
of Compton's performance

on March 10th,

therefore proving
the defendant had access
to my client's work.

We agree with
Ms. Kaswell's timeline,

except she omits
one key fact.

Empress Katia
registered her dance

with the copyright office
on February 10th

a full month before
she attended
Nadine's performance.

Here are copies
of the registration.

Your Honor,
given the plaintiff's
aggressive stance

towards my client,
we are filing
a counterclaim

for copyright infringement
against Nadine Comer.

We are asking for
the maximum
statutory damages.

Okay, wait a second.

Empress Katia's video
was just released.

There's no way my client

could've copied
her choreography.

Leaked footage of
Empress Katia's rehearsals

have been online
for weeks,

giving your
client access

prior to her
notebook sketches.

Uh, Your Honor,
we can establish

a date of creation
prior to February 10th.

Nadine's company performed
a preview in January.

We all know previews
are largely attended

by friends and family
all biased witnesses.

All right,
I've heard enough.

We need a factual hearing
to sort this out.

Until then,

Nadine's company
is enjoined from
performing the piece.

Your Honor... And likewise, Empress Katia

must refrain from performing
those moves in concert.

Fine. We also ask
that you instruct
Empress Katia

to remove her video
from the web.

That's going too far.

I think it's just
far enough.

We are done for now.

I've been giving this
a lot of thought,

and our best shot
is to get the court

to commute your
sentence from death

to life in prison
using a procedural attack.

You were legally dead
for two minutes,

so trying to execute
you again constitutes
double jeopardy.

That's clever.
But no.

I'd like you to make
a claim of actual innocence.

Ian, Owen's strategy has
a much better chance of...

Of keeping me in here
for the rest of my life. No.

Of keeping you alive.

If we're gonna spend
the next 24 hours

trying to prove
your innocence,
I have to ask

are you innocent?

Yes, I am.

Okay, um, Owen could
I have a few minutes
with Ian by myself?

Okay.

Are you saying this
because you didn't kill
that man

or Ian didn't? Ian didn't do it.

Look, Jane,
in all of his appeals,

he could've tried
procedural attacks.
He didn't.

He always tried
to clear his name.

It's just not enough
to get you out of here.

And I found this in my cell
hidden under the mattress.

Ian wrote a letter to
his mother to be delivered

after his death.

He swears he's innocent.

Guilty men don't write
letters like this

to be delivered after
they've been executed.

Jane, I'm innocent,

and I need you
to save my life.

So, if you're innocent,

I'll have to get back
and re-interview everyone

who testified
at your trial.

Based on the transcripts,
I wrote up a list.

Great.

Excuse me, Ms. Bingum.

Yeah. It's time.

It's time for what?

I'm here to take Ian Holt
to the execution chamber.

What?
No, I have a stay.

The stay was lifted.

Judge issued
a new death warrant.

What? No! No!

I need more time!

Jane.

It's okay.

You've done
all you can do.

It's you.

Yeah.
Of course it's me.

No, look at him. See?

He's, he's not Ian.
He's Grayson. No!

Please, you're taking
the wrong man!

Stop! Please!

Well, obviously,
the dream means

that you're worried
you won't be able
to free Grayson

I mean, pstt,
Ian in time.

Stacy, I don't,
I don't know what to do.

I don't know
what to argue.

I can't lose him again.

You are the smartest
woman I know.

If anyone can help him,
it's you.

Look, I don't feel smart
right now.

I feel desperate
and scared.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How's the wedding
coming along?

Have you decided
on the flowers?

No.

Every time
I want to discuss
anything wedding,

Owen just looks upset
and runs off to work.

Oh, God,
I got to get to the jail.

Um, you know,
men are just weird
about weddings.

So, be patient
with Owen,

and I promise
you everything
will be fine. Okay?

Okay.

Not only was I sleeping
with my boss' wife,

apparently, I hooked up
with half the married women

at the country club.

Jane, I'm a douche.

I know.

And I know
I said for you

to think of yourself
as Ian, but listen.

Whatever this guy did
or didn't do,

you have Grayson's soul.

And Grayson is the kindest,

most honorable man
I've ever known.

You okay?

I can't seem to write.

Try your other hand.

Wow. I am now
left-handed.

Trust me, your body
will be full of surprises.

This is odd.

What? Cheryl, the victim's wife.

She testified on
Ian's behalf

in the penalty phase
of the trial.

She pleaded with
the judge to spare him

the death penalty.

So, if Cheryl
was openly sympathetic

to a man convicted
of killing her husband,

she might know something
that can help us.

You need to talk to her.

I don't know the woman.

Are you kidding me?
You know her.

Ian knew her intimately.

She'll figure out
I'm not really him.

Trust me, nobody
ever figures it out.

And the trick is to control
the conversation.

So, defuse their questions
with another question,

and if you're hard pressed,
just change the subject.

Oh, and people always forget
their train of thought

when you interrupt them
with a compliment.

You did all those
things to me

before I knew
you were Deb.

I know.
Sorry.

But now you have to do
those things with Cheryl.

Owen! Owen!

Stacy. Hi!

How did you know
I was here?

Oh, easy. I installed
a "Find my fiance app"
on your phone,

which didn't work.
Sent me to Glendale

where I met a lovely man
named Ohan

who's getting married
next month.

Anyway, Paul told me
where you were.

So, listen,
we need to lock down
the flowers today,

and then we need
to discuss the band.

Uh, Stacy, I don't,
I don't think
I'm gonna have time.

Oh, no, no, no.
I just need five minutes.

I was talking with Guido,
our florist,

and he thinks that
if we added more lilies
in the church...

O, are, are you okay?

No. I feel dizzy.
I've got I got, like,
a pressure in my chest.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I'm calling 911.

Oh, breathe.
Breathe.

Just breathe. Okay.

I don't understand
how Empress Katia
can sue me.

Because she registered
the copyright to
the dance moves,

she's the presumptive
rights holder,

which means
that if the judge
sides with her,

you could pay $100,000
for every time

you've performed that dance
for a paying audience.

We've performed
those moves at least
20 times.

That's, $2 million.

I have less than $1,000
in my bank account.

Well, then we better
not lose.

Empress Katia!

What the hell?Oh, God.

Long live Empress Katia!

They're Empress Katia's
little soldiers,
her super fans.

Hey! It's Nadine Comer
and her sleazy lawyer!

Hey, get out of my way,
freak show! Move!

I'm so glad
you're back! Oh! Paul!

What are you doing
in my office?

The little soldiers
are creeping me out.

They showed up here
right after Empress Katia
took her video down

and replaced it
with another one.

Check this out.

I will not tolerate
this outrageous assault

on my artistic integrity,

which was orchestrated
by Nadine Comer

of the dance
theater of Compton

and Kim Kaswell
of the law firm of
Harrison and Parker

located in downtown
Los Angeles.

Oh, she's smart.

And hot.

Sorry. Her statement
was perfectly worded

to fall under
first amendment
protection.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

This was a call to arms.

The little soldiers
showed up here because
of this message.

Yeah, and they're
very loyal to
Empress Katia.

They won't leave
unless they're forced to.

You know what?

If you can't
beat 'em, join 'em.

Paul, take off your shirt.

Don't you think,
uh, you should
buy me dinner first?

Do it.

Oh. My.

You are going
to infiltrate

the little soldiers.

Go undercover
and find out

how Katia stole
Nadine's dance moves.

Yes, ma'am.

Empress Katia!
Empress Katia!

Say it!
Empress Katia!

I felt pain
and a shortness of breath.

Well, your EKG is fine

and your troponin
levels are normal.

You did not have
a heart attack.

That's a huge relief.

Yeah, I believe it was
an anxiety attack.

Anxiety? Yeah, is there anything

that's adding unusual
stress to your life

either at work
or at home?

Um... I'm assisting
on a death row case,

but I've done that before.

Okay, well,
what were you doing

when the last attack
was triggered?

Well, we were
just talking about
our wedding.

The flowers, the band.

The cake.

I think we just
found the stressor.

Ms. Bingum,
thank you so much

for setting up this meeting
with Ian.

Well, sure. You can go now.

Oh, prison policy
says I must remain
in the room,

and absolutely no touching.

But feel free, you know.

Carry on like
I'm not even here.

Ian, it's been a lifetime
since we've seen each other,

but I've thought
about you every day.

It's been a while
since our last liaison,
huh?

Liaison?

Listen to you
and all your fancy
new words.

Uh, they, they,
uh, they have
a word a day calendar

in the prison library,
so, uh...

Oh, I wrote you
so many letters.

Why didn't you
write me back?

Yeah, I...

Uh... Wow...

Your perfume
is really, really nice.

It's Acqua di Parma.
It's your favorite.

Remember that night
in Ojai?

Mmm.You said that I smelled
like summertime sex

with a hint of lavender.

Yeah.

Oh.

Wow, you can...
Really smell
that lavender.

I know it doesn't mean much,
especially now,

but, I'm really
very sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry for what?

For everything.

You're amazing,
you know that?

yeah.

But why, why am I
so amazing again?

Prison hasn't taken away
your charm.

To think of all the plans
that we had.

My husband gets murdered,
and you get arrested for it.

So unfair.

Cheryl...

Do you believe
I'm innocent?

Of course. We both know
you didn't do it.

I know. I want to
touch you, too.

Want to hold you
in my arms and make
this all go away.

Is there any way
that we could bend
the rules

and have a little privacy?

No. No. No.

But thank you
so much for visiting
with my client.

Oh, oh,
just a few
minutes more.

Actually,
I'm exhausted, so...

Oh, okay, baby.

It really was so good
to see you.

Uh, time to go.

Really nice meeting you
seeing you, again.

Okay. Bye.

What are you
grinning about?

Are you happy
that I had an affair

with that oversexed
married woman?

Cheryl just said
that you both know
you didn't do it,

and given that
she's obsessed with you
and hated her husband,

I don't think
you killed Harry.

I think it's possible
she did.

And according
to that file,

she was at the club
the day of the murder.

Yeah.

We have another suspect.

Stace?

Sweetie,
what's wrong?

I'm worried about Owen.

I don't think
he wants to marry me.

Well, of course he does.

Jane, he had an
anxiety attack

and ended up
in the hospital.

Is he okay? He's fine.

But the doctor says

that it was the wedding
that triggered it,

and I have tried
to talk to him,

but any time I mention
the word "wedding,"

he starts hyperventilating.

You know what?
You two need to
talk to someone.

You know,
like a professional.

In therapy?

Yeah.
Couple's therapy.

That'll be a great way
for you and Owen

to, you know, communicate
with a neutral third party.

I mean, obviously,
something's
bothering Owen,

and you need to get
to the bottom of it

before you walk down
the aisle.

Okay?

Those little soldiers
are very forthcoming.

Great. What did you
find out?

Well, Jamie's mom
doesn't like her Mohawk,

and Ben's upset
that he's not allowed

to wear his kilt
to school.

You know, thank goodness
for Empress Katia.

She really
understands them.

Paul, about the case. Right.

Well, the little soldiers
are really pissed

that their leader is
once again being targeted

by a "Vulture of true art."

What does that mean?

Pretty sure a vulture
of true art

is a type of bird
that eats dead painters.

Paul.

Apparently,
this is the third
time Empress Katia

has been accused of stealing
someone else's dance moves.

The other two
were also choreographers

who ran
all dance troupes,

and one of them,
Emily Lutsky,
lives in LA.

We need to talk to Emily.

She'll be
at the Shade Cafe
in one hour.

She seemed very happy
to get my call

and very excited
to talk to you.

Okay, why didn't you
open with that? Hey.

♪ Don't Stomp On My Style

♪ What?

It's one of
Empress Katia's
new songs.

It's very catchy.

Now can I put
my shirt back on?

If you must.

See, now, this is
a fancy country club.

Yeah, my parents belonged
to one when I was a kid.

Look.

Dress code, blazers.

No jeans,
no open toed shoes.

Well... And don't even get me
started on the arrears list.

It's the names
of all the members

that are behind dues
posted for everybody
to see.

A wall of shame? Mmm-hmm.

That's humiliating. Look.

Cheryl is the ladies club
golf champion
two years running.

Well, she'd certainly know
how to wield a 3iron.

Mmm-hmm. Can I help you?

Hi, we're looking for
the club president,
Richard Breeman.

That's me. Hello.

You must be
the lawyers.

I understand you have
some new information
on Harry's murder.

We're investigating a lead.

Harry was the best president
in club history.

What can I do for you?

We're looking into
his wife, Cheryl.

Cheryl left the club three
hours before Harry's death,

and before you ask,

I know this because
Cheryl came down to say
goodbye to Harry

at our weekly
poker game

right here
in this very room.

Did anyone else
see her leave?

Everyone around the table

two lawyers, a CEO,
and the Lieutenant Governor,

and they're gonna be here
this evening.

So, if you want
to come back,
you can speak with them.

Cheryl could've reentered
the club later that night.

Not without one of these.

Every member uses
a key card to get in
and out of the club,

and the system
logs their names
and time.

I gave a copy
of the log to the police,

showing that there was
only two people in the
middle of the club

at the time of the murder

Harry and the man
who killed him, Ian Holt.

Mr. Breeman, someone else
could've used
Ian's access card.

Except they found
the card on Ian
when he was arrested.

I'm sorry,
but your client is guilty.

My modern dance troupe
was performing in
North Hollywood

when my friends
pointed out

Empress Katia's
latest dance moves.

She was using
your choreography?

Yeah. I sued,

but she had already
copyrighted my steps
and countersued me.

Did you have to
pay damages?Yeah.

That lady is ruthless.

Hmm. I don't even
dance anymore.

I wait tables
to pay off the debt.

Do you have any idea
how she stole your work?

Well, I've always thought
that one of her people
attended our preview,

but I couldn't
prove anything.I'm sorry.

It sounds like
she's doing the same
thing to your client.

Do you think
you can stop her?

You know what?
Thanks to this conversation,
I just might.

I was so sure
Cheryl did it.

Why? Because
Ian told you
he was innocent?

Yeah.

Jane, you don't know Ian.

He is a desperate man

who sent us
on a wild goose chase

just hours before he was set
to be executed again.

This is why you can't
believe everything

that comes out
of your client's mouth.

Owen.
I still believe him.

Jane... No. Listen to me
I think...

Jane! What?

Stop it. It's over.

Like it or not,
Ian Holt is gonna be
executed at midnight.

I'm sorry.

So, we were wrong?

Cheryl didn't
kill Harry.

Yeah, it looks that way,
but I'm not giving up.

I know the real killer
is somewhere on the key log

of the members that
were at the club
the day of the murder.

We have that
document right there,

but it's not gonna
help you.

Well... Jane, stop.

Stop.

Forget it.

If Ian was the killer,

there's nothing
we can do about it.

I refuse to
accept that.

Let's not spend
my last hours
looking for a unicorn.

We're lucky we have
this time together.

Jane, are you hearing me?

Richard Breeman told me
he was playing poker

at the club
on the day of the murder.

He's not listed
on the electronic key log.

The club shuts off
cards 24 hours before
a member's name

is placed on
the arrears list.

How do I know that?

I call it
a brain freeze.

A what? A brain freeze.

It happens
when a piece
of information

from the brain's
previous owner
becomes unlocked.

Listen, if Richard Breeman

was about to be placed
on the arrears list,

his card would've been
turned off.

Right.

That list is social
and economic suicide.

He would've done anything
to keep his name off it.

Who controls
the list?The club president.

The murder victim.

And that, Dr. Hubert,

is probably where
my fear of
anthropomorphic animals

comes from.

I still can't go to
Disneyland.

Thank you for sharing. Mmm-hmm.

But we've been here
for 45 minutes,

and I'm not hearing
anything from Owen.

Owen, you recently had
an anxiety attack.

Let's talk about that. Yes, let's!

I don't think
Owen wants to marry me.

What?
No, of course I do.

You had an anxiety attack
just talking about
flowers and cake.

I don't know
if we're moving too fast

or if I'm doing
something wrong.

Owen, have you been
married before? No.

Uh, almost.

Broken engagement? Left at the altar.

I went in to see
if my bride was okay,

and she was kissing
another guy,

and I had a heart attack.

That's wonderful. BOTH: It is?

Obviously,
Owen's afraid

that you're not
gonna show up.

Oh! I swear,
I will show up.

It's my
professional opinion

that you two should
call off the wedding.

You're a horrible
therapist.

Let me finish.

Just go to a courthouse
and get a marriage license.

You two are obviously
in a loving, committed
relationship.

It's not the marriage
that's giving Owen anxiety.

It's the wedding.

So, you're saying no
to "here comes the bride"

and the five tiered
white chocolate tower?

Thank you, Doctor.

Hey, boss.
How'd the interview
with Emily go?

Well, I'm trying
to determine

if a single patron attended
all three performances

where Katia allegedly
stole the dance moves.

How you gonna do that?

I subpoenaed
credit card records

from all three performances.

What's a subpoena again?

Something that makes me
very, very happy.

Oh, like Jell-O.
I love Jell-O.

Ha. The same
credit card was used
at all three venues.

Great, what's the name?

The ALM Group.

That's a weird name.

I once knew a girl
named lemonade.
She hated Jell-O.

Paul, the ALM Group
is a corporation.

I'm gonna look it up
on the Secretary of State
website.

You found something,
didn't you?

Call the clerk.
We're going back to court.

Empress Katia,
you say the first time

you saw Nadine's show
was on March 12th,
correct?

That's right.

Are you familiar
with a company called
the ALM Group?

No.

Do you know
who the registered owner
of the ALM Group is?

What part of "no"
don't you understand

the "N" or the "O?"

Once again,
you're wasting my time.

Okay, maybe
you actually do know

who the registered
owner is.

John Bergman?

He's my manager.

Did he purchase
a ticket for you to
the January preview?

Objection.
We've been
over this already.

Overruled.
Answer the question.

No.

Like I said,
I only saw the show
in March.

Okay.

I have here a receipt
for a ticket to
the January preview

purchased through
your manager's company.

Now, at first,
I thought he attended
the performance,

but then I subpoenaed
his financial records,

and it turns out
the cost of this ticket

is attributed to
your account.

So, I'm gonna
ask you again.

Did you attend
that concert?

If I were at the concert,
people would've
recognized me.

Unless you weren't
wearing any makeup.

Your Honor, at this point,

I'm requesting
the witness remove
her makeup.

I won't do that.

She's harassing
my client.

Removing cosmetics
is not harassment.

Witness will comply.

What if I refuse? JUDGE: I will sentence
you for contempt,

and you will spend
a night in jail.

And the wig.

As you can see,

Empress Katia is
completely unrecognizable

without her
signature getup,

making it easy for her
to slip unnoticed

into the preview
performance.

So, Katia...

Let me remind you
that you're under oath,

and for the last time,
did you attend
that concert?

Your Honor, I'd like to
request a brief recess.

Absolutely not.

Witness will answer
the question.

I don't remember.

Young lady, my offer to
sentence you for contempt

is still on the table.

Fine.

Maybe I did attend
that performance.
I'm busy.

I can't remember
everything I do.

And then you
publicly attended

the march performance
as a smokescreen,

knowing that you had
already copyrighted
those dance moves

prior to that date. If you say so.

Oh, I do.

Your Honor,
we're seeking damages.

What damages?
Your client hasn't
suffered any loss.

No, but Empress Katia
profited from that video

under a corporate
sponsorship

with Angry Girl Cosmetics
worth almost $200,000.

Under the doctrine
of unjust enrichment,

my client should be
awarded that money.

Ms. Kaswell is correct.

And going forward,

my client would be
happy to license
her choreography

at a fair rate

so long as the Empress

gives credit
where credit is due.

Is that acceptable?

Good.

Then we're done here.

Richard Breeman,

the current president of
the Costa Mar Country Club

had motive, means,
and opportunity

to kill Harry Beckett. What are you
talking about?

I was just going through
Richard's financials.

At the time of the murder,
he was flat broke.

Well, how does that
make him a killer?

Richard was desperate.

He was days away
from closing a deal

to purchase a shopping mall
with a fellow club member,

and it would've
gone south...

If he was put on
the wall of arrears.

Yep. And Harry
was the only one

who knew Richard's
true financial predicament.

In fact, Harry had
cut off Richard's
key card

the day of the murder,
which is why
we did not know

that Richard
was in the club.

You still haven't proved
that he did it.

The prosecution's case
rested on the fact

that only Ian
and the victim were
in the club.

At the very least,
we have enough evidence

to extend Ian's
stay of execution.

We're never gonna
find a judge

willing to stop
an execution on
such short notice.

Forget the judge.

I have a better idea.

Take two.

Hello, gentlemen.

Oh, I'm sorry
to interrupt your game.

Can I help you? Mmm-hmm.

We're here about
the murder of your
former president.

All of these men
can confirm

that Cheryl was not here
when Harry was killed.

No, I know.
You're right.

And Cheryl
did not kill Harry.
You did.

Are you out
of your mind?

No. No,
I don't think so.

And to be honest,
I'm not here to
speak to you.

I am here to confer
with the dealer,

Lieutenant Governor.

Sir, these documents show

on the day of
Harry Beckett's murder,

Harry was about to
put Richard on
the arrears list.

In fact, Richard's
key card had already
been deactivated.

However, Richard
never appeared on
the wall of shame

because Harry's head
was smashed in
with a 3iron.

That same night,
probably after Harry
was murdered,

Richard's card
was reactivated.

I wonder who did that.

It's all in the file,

which is why I need
the Lieutenant Governor

to call his boss
and get a stay of
execution for Ian Holt

pending a full
investigation.

If you keep
badmouthing me

in front of my
colleagues, I'm gonna...

Your accusations
go to motive,

but nothing connects
Richard to the actual crime.

You're right.
We never had physical
proof until just now.

Uh.Whoa, what the hell
are you doing?

Thank you. Oh, I'm collecting
evidence.

See, I think the prints
on that glass

will match an
unknown print
on the murder weapon.

Think before
you say anything.

If Ian is executed
and we prove that
you killed Harry,

you'll be guilty of
two murders.

Bill, I'm gonna need
to hire your law firm.

Here's your retainer.

I'll get the governor
on the line.

Hello.

Honey, are you here?

Stacy?

Gotcha. Oh! Wha?

Feel secure now?

What is this?

Listen
I want a wedding
with flowers

and a harpist
and white doves released
as we say our vows.

I will stay handcuffed
to you if that's what
it takes

to convince you that
I'm not going anywhere.

No, no.
You don't have to
do that.

It's your wedding, too,
and I want it to be perfect,

and it won't be
if you're feeling anxious.

You're amazing,
you know that?

I do, actually.
I really do.

But I'm serious
about the handcuffs.

If you feel
anxiety at all that
I won't show up,

all you need to
do is look at your wrist.

Thank you.

You know...

There is...

Something I've always
wanted to do
with handcuffs.

Oh. Mmm-hmm.

Good thing
I'm free all night.

I never thought
I'd see this
place again.

You know,
it's your home, now.

I mean, you don't want
to go back to your
old digs.

You need to start
a new life.

How about some Champaign?

To celebrate
the afterlife.

Coming right up.

One thing
I don't understand
about my case.

Mmm-hmm?

According to the file,
the cops never found

any prints
on the murder weapon. Yes,

and I knew that.

But Richard
didn't know that.

Which is why
he got all panicky
and lawyered up.

Which was enough
to get the cops

to launch
a full investigation.

Yep.

So, faced with
aggravated murder,

Richard cut a deal
for 25 years
without parole.

I literally owe you
my life.

Well, I love you.

Ian Holt.

And I love you...

Jane Bingum.

Hey.

Um, before we get started,
we should get some wine.

Sweetheart,
you're pregnant.

I know, which is why
I bought a vegan,

nonalcoholic
white wine beverage.

All the pregnant
celebrities are
drinking it.

Oh, yeah?Mmm.

Tell you what.
I'll go get it. Mmm?

Okay.

Oh.

Oh.

And I'll be with you
every step of the way.

Come here.