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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. MALE DOCTOR: Shock.

Asystole. MALE DOCTOR:
Check for pulse.

Calling it.

Time of death
5:17 p.m.

Jane, it's me.

It's Grayson.

This isn't funny
and I'm hanging up.

I hit "return..."

...and I'm back.

Ian Holt was executed
last night.

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

Coldblooded killer like
Holt gets a second chance.

I don't even connect
with this body.

None of this
feels like me.

I'm gonna
figure out a way

to get you
out of here.

I love you.

Ian Holt.

And I love you...

Jane Bingum.

Hey.

Thought I heard
you out here.

Are you drinking
coconut water
at midnight?

Mmm.Wait.

Is that part of some
new celebrity cleanse

that I missed out on
because of the pregnancy?

Nope. I'm replenishing
my electrolytes.

Ian is in the bedroom
and, I got to tell you,

Jane Ian sex is giving
Deb Grayson sex
a run for its money.

But Owen is here.

So? So, a few hours ago,

he saw you
and Ian kissing.

So?As far as
Owen knows,

Grayson just died,

and Ian was a client
on death row who you
met two days ago.

And now Owen thinks
I've gone off the deep end.

Yeah. And if he knew

that you were
in your bedroom
having sex with Ian,

he would totally
freak out.

You know what?
I don't care.

I'm exhausted
jumping through hoops

trying to make my life

look normal to
the outside world.

I'm done.

Okay.

Just do me
one small favor.Uh-huh.

Keep Ian in your bedroom
until Owen leaves for work.

Keeping Ian in my bedroom
is something I can do.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
my break is over.

Oh.

I'm so sorry
I'm late, Rose.

The arbitrator wouldn't let
anyone leave

until we all came
to an agreement.

Please tell me
the baby's asleep.

Give me the bag. Now.

Oh, my God.

Please don't hurt me. Now!

I'm a mom.

I have no idea
why you're still talking.

Give me the... Ah!

What are you doing,
you freakin' weirdo?

Who are you?

Are you all right, ma'am?

I think so.

Call 911.

Okay.

I swear to God,
he was wearing

a mask and tights.

Let me guess.

He drove away
in the Batmobile?

No. After he
tackled the mugger,

he waited for
the police to arrive,

and then he just took off
into the night.

Well, I had
a scary night, too.

I saw Jane
and Ian kissing.

Who's Ian?Ian Holt.

Our death row client.

Oh.

Yeah, it wasn't just
a peck on the cheek.

They were going at it,

like a soldier returning
home to his wife,
in a porno.

Oh, well, that's disturbing,
to say the least.

Stacy thinks that
I was overreacting.

She says Jane
is just dealing

with her grief
in her own way.

Excuse me, Ms. Kaswell?

Yes?

Do I know you?

I'm Hank.
The court bailiff.

Kim, you see him
almost every day.

Hank, how ya doing?

I'm okay, thanks.

Ms. Kaswell, may I speak
with you privately?

Sure. Uh, yeah,
right this way.

This is my son, Dean.

He died two weeks ago.

I'm so sorry.

He was a high school
football star.

The sport was his ticket
to a college education.

He was hoping to
be recruited by Stanford.

What happened? He attended

a football camp
run by Zach Riley.

The Hall-of-Famer?

Yeah.

His camp helps
high school students

get noticed by
the top college programs.

Okay.

Dean collapsed
during "Two-A-Days."

It's two complete
practice sessions,

back-to-back,

while wearing full pads.

I never should've let Dean
go to that camp.

You can't blame yourself.

You entrusted your son
to the professionals,

and they betrayed
your trust.

I'm assuming you want
to sue the camp.

Yes, but I don't
want money.

I just want to
make sure

no other mother
loses a child,
like I have.

Ms. Larkin, I know
exactly what this is.

Zach Riley's camp is part of
that whole sports industry

that is exploiting
talented kids for profit.

And with me
by your side,

you're gonna
change all that.

Thank you.

So, Ms. Kaswell,
how are you
feeling today?

Um, I'm fine, Hank.

How are you
feeling today?

I'm referring to
last night.

You were mugged.

Yes. How do you know
about that?

Because I was there.

I'm the one who saved you.

No offense, Hank,

but the man who saved me,
he was much taller

and bigger build than...

...you.

I call myself...

The Midnight Flyer.

What, you're some
sort of superhero?

No, Ma'am.
There's nothing
super about me.

I'm just a regular guy
who wants to help people

under the cloak
of anonymity.

So, what? You just
run around in the
middle of the night,

tackling muggers
in a, uh, costume?

Usually I just give
directions to tourists

and help find lost pets.

Last night was the
first time I actually
stopped a mugging.

My heart's still racing.

Hank...

I can't thank you enough

for saving me.

If there's anything
you ever need, please...

That's why I'm here.

Your mugger is
now suing me.

He says he was injured
when I tackled him.

How does he even know
who you are?

I gave the police my name,
in case they needed
a witness.

This is a frivolous
lawsuit, right?

Well, unfortunately,
a criminal doesn't lose
his right

to sue for
personal injury.

That's so unfair.

Don't worry, Hank.

You helped me,
and now I'm gonna help you.

What are you doing
in your old office?

You've got to
get out of here.

I'm checking my email.
Good news.

I won my fantasy
basketball league.

Now, how do I collect?

You don't!

Sorry. I know how tempting
it is to go back into
your old life.

I checked my email
for two years

after I died.
I mean, mostly for
the coupons, but still...

The point is,

you have to let it go.

It's not your
email anymore.

Hey, Owen.
Can I help you?

Uh, I'd like to
speak with you.
Alone.

Okay.

Well, if it concerns
both of us,

you can just talk
to both of us.

Okay.

Jane, the man
that you loved died
two weeks ago.

Please consider that
you're jumping into
a new relationship

to avoid dealing with it.

And, Ian,
is it possible that

you're confusing
gratitude for Jane
with actual feelings?

I appreciate
your thoughts.

I'm just concerned
that you're moving so fast.

My personal life is none
of your business.

Just listen to me,
Jane... Please...

Go!

Now!

Mr. Riley, we demand

that your football camp
cease operation

until meaningful change
is implemented.

My client's program
is in full compliance
with state law.

The staff needs
to be retrained

to identify early signs
of heat exhaustion,

the players need
more down time
between practices,

and you need to cease
all Two-A-Days

when the temperature
is above 90 degrees.

Why don't they throw in
some mandatory
nap time, as well?

Look, Ms. Bingum...

Dean's death
broke my heart.

I'm truly sorry
for your loss.

These kids are
like my own,

which is why
we already go to
great lengths

to protect their health
and safety.

What happened to Dean
was an accident.

You know,
when an "accident"
happens once,

it's unfortunate.

When it happens twice,
it shows

a pattern of
gross negligence.

What are you
talking about? Two years ago,

another teenager died
at Mr. Riley's camp.
Isn't that right?

And just like Dean,

he was pushed too hard,
under too much heat,
with too little water.

That young man had
an undiagnosed
cardiac arrhythmia.

His death had
nothing to do
with this tragedy.

Well, a jury
may see it differently.

You want to
go to court? Unless you agree to modify

your camp practices

according to this list
that I have prepared,

we will be filing
a wrongful death suit.

Let's go.

My client suffered
a debilitating neck injury,

and your
client's responsible.

You hurt me
really bad, dude.

And you're gonna pay. Are you forgetting

that you aimed
a gun at me?

This man is a hero.

Who irresponsibly
tackled my client,

putting him
in a neck brace.

Please.
That brace is a prop,

and this is a shakedown.

I don't buy it
for a second.

Oh, no? Show her.

Show her the note
from my doctor.

I have an
affidavit from the
ER doctor, detailing

his traumatic neck injury.

So, what do you want to

settle first
the actual damages
or pain and suffering?

Look, your client will go
to prison for mugging me.

The only question is
how long he will
remain behind bars.

And as the
mugging victim,

I decide your fate
when the ADA calls to
offer up a plea.

If I say "no deal,"

your case will
proceed to court,

where I will
take the stand.

And I can cry on cue,

so I will make sure
you receive nothing less

than the maximum
sentence.

So I suggest
you drop your suit
against Hank,

and when the ADA calls,
I'll accept that plea.

You'll still go to jail,
but you'll be out
before you're 60.

I'm also gonna need you
to apologize to Hank

for interrupting
his work day.

He is a very busy bailiff.

I'm sorry.

You were
amazing in there!

If Wonder Woman
were a lawyer,
she'd be you.

Oh, well,
I've always liked
her bracelets,

so I'll take that
as a compliment.

Oh, excuse me.

That's not good.

What's wrong?

My boss just
suspended me.

For what?

"Behavior that
reflects poorly on
the bailiff's office."

For going out as
The Midnight Flyer?

Yeah. Two months
without pay.

What am I gonna do?

You know what, Hank?
Why don't you let me
worry about that?

Hey, Ian.

You're eating a burger?

Medium rare.
It's delicious.

But you don't eat
red meat.

As Grayson, I didn't.
As Ian, I can't get enough.

Yeah, I remember
when Deb became Jane

and she first ate
fried calamari.

She talked about it
for a week.

What's in the box?

Oh, your mom,
well, Grayson's mom

is cleaning out
your place,

so Jane sent me over
there to get a few of
your old things.

How's she holding up?

As well as
can be expected.

Your class ring.

It fits.

This picture.

Feels like yesterday.

And a million years ago.

Yeah.
In the beginning,

photos were
hard for Jane.

She felt like
she was looking
at another person's life.

When I feel down...

Have to remind myself
I'm getting a second chance

with this woman.

Only woman
I've ever loved.

Now remember,
when we plead Hank's case
to the administrators,

speak with deference
and respect.

They see the courthouse
as their personal fiefdom,

and they rule
with an iron fist.

You act like we're walking
into an episode of
Game of Thrones.

Exactly, but with
less nudity
and more paperwork.

Mr. Myerson, we believe

Hank Spencer's suspension
was made in error.

You're saying we made...
A mistake?

What my colleague
means to say is,

what Hank does
in his free time

has no bearing
on his performance at work,

nor does it reflect poorly
on the bailiff program
in any way.

Does Mr. Spencer
not dress up in a silly
costume at night

and call himself
"The Midnight Flyer?"

Well... OWEN: Yes.

Does he not put his life,

as well as
the life of others,
in jeopardy

when he gallivants around
the city in said costume?

Define "jeopardy." No.

Suspension is upheld.

Next order of business.

Hold on!
This man should be
celebrated, not punished.

I mean, he actually wants
to make a real difference

in people's lives,
not just stand in

some corner
of this building,

offering the illusion
of security

to professional
bureaucrats.

You're right.

We did err in
suspending Hank.

As Chief Administrator,

I'm hereby firing

Mr. Spencer.I'm fired?

Sir, we ask you
to reconsider.

Your request is denied.

You know what?
That's actually
just fine by us.

Let's get the hell
out of here.

Kim... No.

But please
do something.

I really need this job.

Don't worry, Hank.
I'm gonna file

a wrongful termination
suit immediately.

You're taking
the courthouse to court?

Yes, we are.

My son was
a straight-A student.

He never got into
trouble or messed with
the wrong crowd.

Did Zach Riley's camp
make any assurances

during the application
process?

They said,
they'd take care of him.

Thank you.

Ms. Larkin, how long had
your son been doing drugs?

Dean didn't take drugs.

I'd like to introduce
his toxicology report
into evidence.

Objection.
I reviewed
the coroner's report.

It showed no drugs
in Dean's system.

The coroner's office
only tests for narcotics,

so we had them forward
the blood sample to
a private lab

for a more
detailed analysis.

That lab identified
a diuretic

that was never disclosed
to camp personnel.

There must be some mistake.

Let me see that.

It's a well-known fact

that athletes
abuse diuretics for
rapid weight loss.

My son didn't believe
in shortcuts.

Your Honor, Mr. Carlyle
intentionally withheld
these lab results

to spring them
on us in court.

It's called
representing my client

to the best of my ability.

Your Honor, the dehydration
caused by the drug

in Dean Larkin's system
induced organ failure.

Therefore, that drug

is the proximate
cause of his death,

which clears the camp
of any liability.

As such, we request
immediate dismissal

of this case.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down.

I need time
to review the report.

You have 24 hours.

I got independent
confirmation

that the diuretic
was found in your
son's system.

No. No way.

There's got to be
an explanation.

He was too smart.

He had too many
other options.

I know that this is
hard to accept, but... No. I mean,

he would never
take a diuretic.

If anything, Dean was
trying to put on weight,
not lose it.

Please, Jane.

Don't give up on him.

Okay.

Okay.

Can you get me a list
of all of Dean's friends
at the football camp?

What are you
hoping to find?

If everything
you told me about
Dean is true,

then he would only
have taken a diuretic

if someone he trusted
gave it to him.

Someone at that camp.

Maybe a trainer,
maybe a coach.

And if we can
prove it,

we would still
have a case.

Ms. Kaswell, how long
have you known
Hank Spencer?

Since I started litigating
at this courthouse,
so eight years.

And would you say
that Mr. Spencer's

actions on the night
he was mugged reflect
poorly on him

or bailiffs in general?

On the contrary,

Hank's actions that night
only improved my
opinion of bailiffs

and the bailiff program. OWEN: Thank you.

Your witness.

I have no questions.

Uh, okay.

Um, at this point,

we'd like to call
Hank Spencer
to the stand.

Your Honor,

we request that
Mr. Spencer testify

in his
Midnight Flyer costume

so the jury
can see how his

alter ego makes him
unfit for service.

I can't wear the
costume, not in court. Objection.

On what grounds? OWEN: On the grounds

it's intended
to denigrate my client.

And frankly,
it's ludicrous.

Well, let's see.

I have a former judge
representing
a former bailiff

in a case against
a courthouse in
one of their own courts.

I think we're well past
ludicrous.

Request granted.OWEN: Your Honor...

Thirty minute recess for
the plaintiff to change.

Hey.

Check out my
leather jacket.

Hey.

I gave you that

on your 30th birthday.

I remember. I found it
at the bottom of the box
Stacy gave me.

It's like a hand-me-down
from myself.

Well, it still looks
great on you.

And it really looks great
with your boxers.

That's good,
because it clashed
with my briefs.

You know what?

You are just
the diversion I need
from my case.

I thought the
case was over.

Yeah, there's just
still one fact
that bothers me.

What's that?Okay.

Diuretics make you
lose weight, right?

Dean wanted
to bulk up.

Why would
a diuretic be found
in his system?

Well

There's another reason
why an athlete might
take a diuretic,

but it's not what
you want to hear.

Tell me.

Athletes can
take diuretics

to conceal steroids
on a drug test.

If Dean wanted
to gain weight quickly,

he might've
taken steroids

and then flushed
his system with
a diuretic.

Which is why
the private lab

found a diuretic
but no steroids.

That's a distinct
possibility.

Ian, thank you.

Any idea
where your counsel is,
Mr. Spencer?

Well, they should be here.
I don't...

Sorry for the delay,
Your Honor.

What's going on,
Mr. French?

Call me
Pro Bono Man!

And I'm
Lady Adjudicator!

Plaintiff's counsel is
making a mockery of
these proceedings.

You're the one
that requested

that the defendant
wear a costume.

If he can wear one,
so can we.

In fact, everyone
in this courtroom

is wearing some sort
of costume...

Your judge's robe,
Your Honor,

the bailiff's uniform,

your poly blend suit
that came with
extra pants.

Mr. French and I have
just swapped one costume
for another.

Proceed, Pro Bono Man.

Thank you.

Mr. Spencer,

in your decade
as a bailiff,

how many times
have you been cited
with improper conduct?

Never.

I'd like to thank you
for your many years of

commendable service.
No more questions.

Mr. Spencer,

why did you become
a bailiff?

To uphold the law.

Why not become, say,
a police officer?

I have great admiration
for the LAPD.

In fact, you tried
to join the LAPD,

but you failed
their entrance exam.
Isn't that right?

Objection! This trial
is about Hank's
tenure as bailiff.

Actually,
this trial is about

whether or not
Mr. Spencer has
the mental stability

to remain a bailiff,

and these questions go
right to that.

Answer the question.

It's true.

I didn't pass
their exam.

How many times
did you

not pass?

Four.

Uh?

I took the exam
four times.

Isn't it possible, then,
that your recent behavior

the costume,

the vigilantism

is the result of years
of frustration

finally boiling
to the surface,
pushing you

over the edge,
making you unfit
to be a bailiff?

Objection!MYERSON: Withdrawn.
One last question.

If you walked down
the street

and you saw a man

wearing the outfit
that you're wearing,

what would you
think of him?

Come on.

A grown man
wearing

a mask and a unitard?

You'd think
he's a loser, right?

Objection! Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

We'd like to
request a recess.

That's not necessary.

My job here is to
determine whether

the courthouse
administrator has acted

within his purview.

While I have
great respect for Hank,

based on what's been
presented here today,

I do not have the authority
to overrule his decision.

What?

Come on, Hector.
You were his best friend.

You're not gonna
get in trouble.

I just need to know
where he got the drugs.

You're wasting your time.
He didn't juice.

Okay.

We know that Dean
was trying to put on

muscle mass, fast. Sure.

And a lot of guys
do cheat the system
but not him.

The only thing he took
was this supplement

called Power Blast,
and it's

100 percent natural.

Here. I can show you.

See? An all-natural
supplement.

"Power Blast
20 percent more effective."

Yeah.
Stuff works great.

You mix it with water,
and you drink it
before a workout.

Okay.

Ms. Bingum?

Mmm-hmm.

I loved Dean
like a brother.

I'm not hiding anything
from you. I promise.

Okay.

Ian...

Can I help you?No, I'm just,

waiting for Jane.

Of course you are.

Is that Grayson's ring?

Jane gave it to me.

She just gave you
her dead boyfriend's
college ring?

She did.

If you don't believe me,
you can go ask her yourself.

Look, I don't know
what it is you're after,

but I will give you
$10,000

if you go far,
far away from Jane

and never come back.

It's always about money
with you, isn't it?

Excuse me? You see a problem,

you think money
can make it go away.

Did, did Jane
tell you that?

She didn't have to.

Look, I'm not
going anywhere,

so I would suggest
you stay out of my way,

and I'll stay out
of yours.

I'll have
what he's having.

What's up?

Are you here to
tell me to stay away
from Jane, too?

Well, that would be dumb.

After everything you two
have been through,

you guys belong together.

Wait. Jane told you
about us?

Good God,
it burns.

It's scotch. It's awful.

Why do people
drink that?

Why are you
here, Paul?

I need to tell
you something.

I'm, um,
Jane's guardian angel.

That's why
I'm always around.

Whoa.

Yeah. She was gonna
tell you, but, uh...

Then you got shot,

so that kind of
changed the plan.

So, what exactly
do you do for her?

Well, Jane's
pretty self-sufficient,

so I spend most of
my time just soaking up
the socal lifestyle.

To be honest,
I live an extremely
charmed afterlife.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Because I've offered
to do double duty.

I am now officially your
guardian angel, as well.

Really? At your service.

Just don't ask me
to cook, clean,
or shop for bras.

Otherwise, I will do
everything I can

to make sure
your transition
back to earth

is as seamless
as possible.

Can you get Kim
and Owen off my back?

I don't understand.

Well, since
they don't know
I'm Grayson,

they want me to stay
away from Jane.Mmm-hmm.

It's upsetting her,
and it's pissing me off.

So can you convince
them that I'm not
a threat to Jane

so that they'll
leave us alone?

I don't see why not.

Cheers.

Ms. Bingum,
I rushed right over.

What's going on?

I spoke with your
son's best friend,

and he said that Dean
was taking a supplement
called Power Blast.

He didn't do drugs.

No, I know.
Listen to me.

It's advertised
as all-natural,

so I sent a scoop
of the powder to
a private lab,

and get this
Power Blast contains

two unlisted and dangerous
ingredients a diuretic

and an anabolic steroid.

Dean took steroids?

Well, yes,
only he didn't know
he was taking them.

He thought he was
taking something
natural and safe.

Oh, my God.

I called you here
because I just filed
an emergency injunction

to get Power Blast
off the shelves.

So let's go do this,
for Dean.

Thank you.

Dr. Kaufman,
as a chemist at the
Sports Health institute,

you analyzed the contents
of Power Blast, correct?

Yes. Could you please
tell the court

if you found any
ingredients not listed
on the label?

I certainly did.
Power Blast contains...

Objection!
Witness' testimony is

beyond the scope
of this hearing.

His testimony goes
to the heart of
this matter.

Dr. Kaufman is
about to testify

to the ingredients
of Power Blast,

a dietary supplement.

But under the
dietary supplement

health and education act
of 1994, only the FDA

has the legal authority
to evaluate said contents.

This report proves
that Power Blast

contains dangerous
and illegal ingredients.

Without a ruling
from the FDA,

that file is nothing more
than your opinion.

It has no legal bearing.

This is not an opinion.

This is a scientific fact.

Your Honor, please instruct
my opposing counsel

to sit down and be quiet.

The hidden chemicals
in their product killed

my client's son.

Ms. Bingum,

while it pains me
to say it,

your opposing counsel
is correct.

Under federal law,

supplements fall
exclusively under
the FDA's jurisdiction.

I have no choice
but to deny
your request.

Hank, I'm so sorry
about how your case
turned out.

Aw. Well, no, no,
I'll be okay.

Yesterday, I went to
the Sherman Oaks Galleria,

and I applied to
be a mall cop.

Can't be that bad,
right?

Well...

I get to ride a scooter.

I like food courts.

Hey, how would you
like to head up security

at a high-profile
Downtown law firm?

Seriously?

You would trust me
with the safety
and the security

of Harrison and Parker? Absolutely.

I know I feel safer
when you're around.

I'd like that very much.

Commissioner,
we really appreciate you
meeting with us today.

Of course.

The FDA takes these
complaints seriously,

especially when
the research is
this compelling.

Well, we're really
glad to hear that.

See, we're helpless
to get Power Blast
pulled from the shelves

because your agency
has exclusive authority.

I will draft a strongly worded
letter immediately.

A strongly worded letter?
That's it?

Well, we were hoping
that you would

order the product
off the market.

Under the law,
I'm required to
write a letter

and then wait for
the supplement maker
to draft a response.

At that point,
we can officially open
an investigation.

The whole process
takes at least a year.

You have to take action
before anybody else dies.

I wish I could help you.

Whoa. Hold on.

So the law that
gives you power

also prevents you
from doing anything
to enforce it?

Exactly. How is that possible?

One word, politics.

The law was bought
and paid for by
the supplement lobby,

courtesy of a Utah Senator,

where the supplement
business is the state's
number one industry.

This law is more dangerous

than the supplement
that killed Dean.

Agreed.

But I can't take on
the US Government.

Well, maybe not.
But I can.

Tell me if this
sounds crazy

according to US Law,

the only real
difference between
drugs and supplements

is that drugs
are synthetic

and supplements
are natural.

And do you know
who determines

if a product is
synthetic or natural?

The manufacturer.

That law is
inviting corruption.

And by declaring that
Power Blast is a supplement
and not a drug,

the company doesn't have
to meet any standards,

prove any benefits,
or adhere to any
safety guidelines.

Well, if you can't win
because of Power Blast's
classification,

then the answer
is to change their
classification.

Hold on.

Hello.

Oh, no.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, no, I'll,
I'll be right there.
Thank you.

What's that about?My client
was arrested.

I've got to go
bail her out.

Jane, thank you
for coming.

Of course.

The desk sergeant said
you were arrested

for criminal mischief
at the mall.

I went into
a health food store.

There was a big display
for Power Blast.

And when I saw who was
endorsing it,

I snapped.
I started grabbing
cans off the shelves

and throwing them
at his smug face
on the poster.

Denise, slow down.
What poster? Whose face?

The poster advertising
Power Blast.

I ripped one off the wall.

Here, I'll show you.

I'm confused.

My lawyer said
the case against
my camp was dismissed.

No, that's true.
That's not why
you're here.

You endorse
Power Blast, correct?

A product that contains
an anabolic steroid

and, not to mention,
a diuretic

used to mask
the steroid.

The steroids in Power Blast
are what killed Dean Larkin.

Power Blast is
all-natural.

It says so on the label.

Well,

read the lab report.

I can't believe this.

It gets worse.

I just confirmed
that the other teenager

who died at your camp

was also a dedicated
user of Power Blast.

Turns out,
his cardiac arrhythmia

was only fatal
because of the chemicals
in his body,

chemicals that he didn't
even know were there.

I swear to God,
I didn't know anything
about the steroids.

Regardless, you have
opened yourself up

to a personal lawsuit

from anyone
who bought Power Blast

because of your
endorsement.

I think
I need a lawyer.

Now, hold on.
I have a better idea.

From Pro Bono Man
to James Bond
in one day.

Eh, it's for the wedding.
Stacy wanted me
to try it on.

Does it make
my butt look big?

Is that why
you wanted to see me?

No, HR told me you offered
Hank the nonexistent job

of head of security? Yeah.

All the big firms
have one. Here.

Well,
all the big firms

have the money to
pay for that position.
We don't.

So take Hank's salary
out of mine.

Are you serious? As a heart attack.

Sorry. Probably shouldn't
say that in front of you.

Funny. Kim...

You're generally
known as the hard ass
around here.

What's going on?

Well, my life
has been littered
with unreliable men

my dad was never around,

my stepdads were
all pathetic.

And don't even get me
started on Parker.

And then
there's Hank.

I mean, to him,
I'm just some lawyer

who never learned
his name,

but he still risked
his life for me.

Okay. If that's
what you want.

It is.

Am I interrupting?
Because I have
freshly baked cookies.

You're never interrupting
when you've got carbs.

Ian baked them.

For the record,
Ian's a hell of a guy.

I'm so glad he and Jane
found each other.
Aren't you guys?

We have concerns, Paul.

Oh. Well, as someone
who lives with Jane,

let me put those
concerns to rest.

Okay. Let's hear it.

Okay. Well, um,
their love is written
in the stars,

like Brad and Angelina,
William and Kate,

Romeo and Juliet.

Romeo and Juliet
were 15yearold kids

who knew each other
for three days
and then killed themselves

after Juliet took
a roofie from a priest.

Paul, two weeks ago,
Jane was in love
with Grayson.

It's too soon.

Au contraire, mon frere.

If it were too soon,
why would they be
planning a future together?

And just this morning,
they were talking about
getting joint bank accounts.

And Jane gave him
a credit card.

That's real trust, guys.

Gives me hope that
you can meet someone
and just like that...

You know
you're meant to be together.

If you ask me, you two
should support their love

and just be happy
that they're happy.

Anyway,
enjoy Ian's cookies.

Ian doesn't fool me.

I don't trust him.

We have to do something.

We got to get rid of Ian
before he takes Jane
for all she's worth.

Jim, you're not gonna
believe this, but, uh...

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

I'm pumping my
breast milk.
I sent you a text.

When you said
you were pumping,

I thought you meant
you were pumping iron.

I'm sorry. Anyway,

here's Hank's background
check for your review.

Wait, Paul.

What am I not
gonna believe?

Hank's criminal
background check

turned up
something interesting.

Please tell me
he's not a criminal.

The opposite.
He was rejected
from the police academy

on four
separate occasions.

Yeah, we know that already.

Yes, but do you know
why he was rejected?

Paul, have Hank meet
me here in an hour.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and Paul?

In the future,
can you knock?

Yes, ma'am.

Your Honor, this matter
has already been settled.

This court has
no jurisdiction over
the FDA claim.

Oh, we're not suing
under the supplement law.

I'm filing
a breach of contract
claim against Power Blast

for violating their
contract with my client.

Power Blast has
no contract with
Denise Larkin.

Yeah, that's right.
But they do have

a contract with my
new client,

football great,
Zach Riley.

Mr. Riley, would you
care to join us at
the plaintiff's table?

What's going on here?

Power Blast lied
about the contents
of its product

that Zach Riley
endorses.

Therefore,
we're suing for damages.

What damages?

Zach Riley earned nearly
$6 million annually

through endorsements
and public appearances.

Power Blast's deceit
put all of that at risk.

Congratulations,
Ms. Bingum,

you've got
yourself a trial.

Actually, Your Honor,
we don't want a trial.

All my client wants
is a formal apology

for not being informed
of the synthetic additive
included in Power Blast.

That's it?
That's all you want?

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
Just a simple apology.

Oh, this offer
expires in 5 seconds.

Five, Four, Three...

My client
accepts your offer.

Yeah, I kind of thought
you would.

So, I drew up
this paperwork.

Just need a little sign.

And at this point,

I would like to
introduce the court to
an FDA commissioner

sitting in the gallery.

Well, the FDA has no
jurisdiction here.

Oh, that's where
you're wrong.

See, by signing
that document,

you admitted to
the existence of
something synthetic

in Power Blast,

meaning it no longer
qualifies as
a natural supplement.

Under the law, Power Blast
is now treated as a drug,

and as such,

the FDA has a green light
to shut you down,

to seek damages
on behalf of those

hurt by your product,
and to even

file criminal charges.

We intend to do
all three.

At this point,
we are adjourned

as the FDA will
now take over.

How could
I ever thank you?

Lieutenant Franks,

are you aware that
Hank Spencer was rejected
from the LAPD,

not because
he scored too low
on his entrance exam

but rather because
he scored too high?

That's quite possible.

We do have a cap
on our entrance scores.

Wait, I got rejected
for doing too well?

That doesn't make
any sense.

It does when you consider
how expensive it is
to train each cadet.

High aptitude individuals
tend to

get bored with
police work,

quitting within a year.

It's merely
a cost saving move

the city council approved
years ago.

Lieutenant, that policy
is discriminatory.

High intelligence is
not a protected class.

You know that.

You know what?
You're right. I'm sorry.

I didn't call you here
to threaten legal action.

I just wanted to give you
the heads up

that a reporter
from the LA Times

will be contacting you
for a quote

regarding an upcoming
article headlined

"LAPD rejects
best and brightest."

You went to the press.

Not yet.

But we will.

No. No, we won't.

Ms. Kaswell,
I sincerely appreciate

everything you've done
for me, really.

And while I have
always wanted to
be a cop,

I have far too much
respect for the men
and women in blue

to let anyone
malign them publicly.

Don't worry, Lieutenant.
There won't be an article.

Is he for real?

He sure is.

You put the interests
of the department
above your own.

We could use more officers
like you,

assuming that
you're still interested.

Is that a job offer?

To be a cop?

Absolutely.

Ms. Kaswell,
if I say yes,

I'll have to turn down
your kind offer

to run your
firm's security.

You know, Hank,
it's gonna be really hard

to find someone
as qualified as you,

but I insist
you accept his offer.

Lieutenant,

with utmost humility,

I accept your offer.

Welcome.

Jane.

Hmm. Can we talk?

Sure. OWEN: I realize

this is hard
for you to hear,

but we're only
saying it because
we care about you.

Look, I know you
and I haven't always
seen eye to eye,

but coming from a woman

who hasn't had
great experiences
with men,

I need to tell you
that Ian's using you.

You can't see clearly
because you're grieving
for Grayson,

but trust us
he's not good for you.

I see. OWEN: And,

quite honestly,
he's not good
for the firm, either.

I mean,
despite his innocence,
he's an ex-con.

He doesn't belong here.

Well, I would never want
to hurt the firm.

I'm glad to
hear that.

Yeah. OWEN: And, look, anything
you need from us,

anything,
we're here for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Owen, Kim...

I quit.

What? Given your opinion
about Ian,

as well as your
supposition about
my state of mind,

I think it's clear to me

that I no longer
belong here at
Harrison and Parker.

So I quit.

Have a good night.

Jane, please...