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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!

Now, I sure hope I was right.

♪ 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?
- Clear.

Shock.

Asystole.

Check for pulse.

Negative.

I'm calling it.

Time of death... 5:17 PM.

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?
- Mm-hmm.

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.

Cold-blooded 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 one-time 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.

I know. 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...

Mm-hmm.

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?

Ba-boom! 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.

Mnh-mnh. Whichever one you want.

Owen, you're sweating.

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

Well, 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-I-I
got to go.

Owen, are you really okay?

Yeah, yeah. Everything's great. It's great.

Ha-have a good day. I love you.

Huh.

All the performers with
the Dance Theatre 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 3-iron.

So I'm a violent killer.

Why would Fred put me in this body?

It d... 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 acknowledgement.

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 Theatre
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 are 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-I-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... 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, pshh, 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-I'm sorry.

How's the wedding coming along?

Have you decided on the flowers?

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
Fiancé" 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... a-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!" "Empress
Katia!" "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 Theatre of Compton

and Kim Kaswell of the law
firm of Harrison & 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?

Mm-hmm.

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.

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 over-sexed 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.

Oh, 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 small dance troupes,

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

We need to talk to Emily.

She'll be at the Shade Café 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?
- Mm-hmm.

- That's humiliating.
- Look.

Cheryl is the ladies club golf
champion two years running.

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

Mm-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.

Oh, 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.

Hm.

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 Disney Land.

Thank you for sharing.

Mm-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.

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?

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?
- Mm-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 3-iron.

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 bad-mouthing 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.

Ugh.

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?

W-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.
- Mm-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.

Mm-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,

non-alcoholic
white-wine beverage.

All the pregnant
celebrities are drinking it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Tell you what.
- Mm-hmm?

I'll go get it.

Okay.

- Oh.
- Oh.

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

Come here.