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.
Drop Dead Diva 5x11 - One Shot Original air date October 20, 2013
Sync and corrections by atrn97g for www.addic7ed.com
Hey. It's late. Why are you still here?
Finishing my client's love contract.
Love contract? Sounds kind of juicy.
Mm. Not really.
My client wants a guarantee that his fiancée
will cook him beef stroganoff once a month
and allow him to wear a jogging suit to the theater,
among other things.
Oh.
Um, I'm sorry. I've gotta go.
Hey.
Ms. Bingum, I got your voicemail.
What's going on?
Turn around.
I can't believe you're here.
Oh!
I was so worried.
Why don't we give them a little privacy?
I'll show you to my office.
You have 10 minutes.
Take as much time as you need.
I'll be outside, and everything...
Somebody help!
Jane? Jane!
Oh, my God.
Morning. Someone slept like a baby.
What? What are you talking about?
You cried most of the night... like a baby.
Want to talk about it?
My former best friend is dating my former fiancé.
I don't think there's a lot to talk about.
Okay.
Well, hey, I made you your favorite...
Stacy is so selfish.
You know? And inconsiderate.
She's also pregnant with Owen's child, so maybe we...
No, no. Do not take her side.
No, no. I was not doing that.
What is this?
Carrot, orange, and beet smoothie. Your favorite.
Actually, that is Stacy's favorite.
I'm allergic to beets.
Good morning.
Thanks again for letting me
crash on your couch last night.
Oh, no, that's the least I can do.
Although you didn't say much between all the tears.
Do you want to talk about it?
Well, my best friend doesn't want me to be happy.
What's there to talk about?
There's more to it than that.
No, no. Do not take her side.
No! No. I'm not doing that.
I'm just... I'm saying that obviously I understand...
why Jane is hurt.
So, when I asked you to be my sperm donor,
I had no idea it could lead to something more.
I hate that I'm hurting Jane.
Maybe I'm just a terrible person.
No! No, look.
Jane and I were over the moment she kissed Grayson.
And with or without you,
we were never getting back together again.
Ever. Oh, thank you.
I ordered us drinks.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Uh, what is this?
Cilantro and kale smoothie... your favorite.
No, actually it's Jane's favorite.
Cilantro makes me gag.
Teri, hold all my calls.
I need at least an hour of online shopping therapy.
Sorry, boss. There's someone in your office.
Is it Stacy?
No. An old client... Becca Holt.
You helped her with a real-estate matter a few years ago.
She was here when I arrived.
Becca!
Hey!
Uh, did we have an appointment?
I'm sorry, I just... I didn't know where else to go.
Oh. That's okay. What's going on?
Someone's trying to kill me.
What?
Oh, my God. Um...
Okay, take a deep breath.
Tell me what's going on.
I work at the flower mart.
Early this morning,
I was cleaning out an old storage bin.
I pulled on a drawer, and it fell apart,
and that's when I...
I found this.
Oh. Whoa. Is that cocaine?
Yeah. I freaked, and I called my boss, Edgar Tamlin.
He told me he was coming right over.
When I heard his car pull up, I looked through a window,
and I saw him with a gun.
I took off through the back.
A... and you came here?
I was too afraid to go home. Tamlin knows where I live!
Jane, what do I do now?
We're gonna go to the U.S. Attorney's Office.
And you're gonna tell him exactly what you told me.
Don't bug me!
Catchphrase.
From your TV show "Already Home."
My, uh, my 10-year-old niece, she says it all the time.
Well, her parents must love that.
She wants her entire family to live in a retirement home,
like... like your character.
It's her favorite show.
Take that, Hannah Montana.
Well, my daughter's thrilled
that she's an inspiration to young girls.
And that is sort of why we're here.
We're being blackmailed for $100,000.
I... I blackened out the private parts.
It's only side boob and side butt.
I mean, Rihanna shows more skin in church.
But, seeing as I'm a teen role model,
if this photo gets out, my network is going to dump me
faster than Selena Gomez dumped Justin Bieber.
Do you know the blackmailer?
He's an "artist." Theo Lamont.
His art involves taking candid photos through hotel windows.
You know, hotel guests tying their shoes,
brushing their teeth, reading... stuff like that.
Fascinating.
Apparently, he's a big deal.
You know, he's had gallery shows in New York and Miami,
and Hollywood's next.
So this photo was taken at a hotel in Hollywood?
Yeah, I had had an early-morning press junket,
so I just stayed overnight.
Lamont took the photo through Ashley's window.
When he realized he had caught a celebrity
in a compromising position,
he e-mailed me the copy,
said that he would sell the negatives or...
He'd put it in the exhibit... What a creep.
Yeah, I mean, Ashley's whole career is at stake.
And he knows it.
Don't worry.
The public is never going to see this photo.
Finally, we have sufficient evidence to arrest Edgar Tamlin.
So you knew about him.
Tamlin connects suppliers in South America
with distributors throughout the U.S.
And we've had him under surveillance for almost a year.
But we couldn't nail him without indisputable proof.
And with your client's testimony,
he'll be going away for life.
I'm so glad we could help.
About Becca's safety...
Tamlin knows she found the cocaine.
Can you keep her safe until he's arrested?
Tamlin's arrest won't change anything.
By now, he'll have tipped off his distributors.
And they'll all come after you.
Oh, God.
We'd like to enter you
into our Witness Protection program.
No. No. Jane.
There's got to be another way.
That's the only way to ensure your client's safety.
Ms. Bingum, as Becca's attorney,
you'll be kept in the loop,
but no one else can know about her situation.
Parents, friends, loved ones... no one.
No, this can't be happening.
I'll have the marshals take you to a safe house.
Wait, I have to go right now?
Ma'am, I'm sorry, but...
life as you know it...
it's over.
- Excuse me. - Oh.
- Sorry. - That's okay.
- Ms. Bingum? - Yes.
Hi, I'm Neal Sherwin... Becca Holt's boyfriend.
Oh!
Oh. Yeah... oh.
Yeah. How can I help you?
Well, she texted me early this morning
and said she was going to see a lawyer.
I remembered your name.
Okay.
She's not answering her phone.
She's not at work.
The police said I can't file a missing-persons report
for 48 hours.
I was hoping you might know something.
I... I'm so sorry. I... I don't.
Okay.
Sorry I disturbed you.
No problem.
That's Becca's sweater.
No. No. It's mine. Yeah.
That style is so on-trend right now.
Ms. Bingum, what's going on?
Neal...
Neal, all I can tell you is that Becca is fine.
You saw her? Where is she?
Listen, I can't say.
What do you mean you can't say?!
As her lawyer,
I am not at liberty to say.
Please.
Put yourself in my shoes.
I'm sorry.
Can you at least give her a message for me?
If I write it on a note?
Okay.
I cannot promise anything, but I'll try.
Thank you.
Oh. Grayson.
We're at work.
And we're no longer a secret.
You know what? You are right.
And I totally forgot why I was coming to see you.
Oh! Yeah.
The new Matt Damon "not a Bourne movie but kinda like one"
opens tomorrow.
You in?
That sounds fun.
Uh, hey, you've got a guy in your office, so...
Go, go, go.
That must be my new client...
who is half an hour early.
- I'll see you later. - Okay.
Marty Frumm?
Yes, sir. That would be me.
You're early.
I'm always early.
Listen. I hope I didn't interrupt
your little make-out session.
She's quite something.
On the phone you mentioned you were getting married.
That's right. Wife number three.
But this time I want to protect myself.
You want a prenup.
No, she can have all the money she wants.
Yeah, I got plenty. I'm in the diamond business.
Listen, Mr. Kent, what I want is a love contract.
A love contract?
I want Christy to be contractually bound
to certain marital stipulations.
For instance, I want it in writing
that she has to make love to me at least once a week.
That she can't put on any more than two pounds a year.
And when we go on vacation, her mother can't come with us.
Christy's mother?
Shereen, who's actually younger than me,
but I'll tell you something.
If she grows up to look like her mother,
I'm gonna have a pretty terrific life ahead of me.
Marty, I'm not sure a contract like you're proposing
is enforceable.
I have a friend who has one.
Yeah, he gets to make nookie in the back of his Cadillac
every time he bowls over 230.
Mm.
Tell you what... I'll look into it, get back to you.
Fantastic.
And you won't have to look hard. It's there.
Mr. Lamont, Ashley is a well-known public figure.
According to California Civil Code section 33-44,
you cannot exploit her image for commercial gain.
I'm an artist.
I'm not putting her picture on mugs or T-shirts.
The photo is going in my exhibit.
Her celebrity is incidental and therefore non-actionable.
Didn't even know Ashley was famous
until my girlfriend told me.
At which point you realized the value of the image
and demanded $100,000 to keep it private.
Mr. Lamont was merely offering the Bradfords the opportunity
to purchase Ashley's portrait
before it goes into his exhibition.
Think of my offer as a... presale.
It's extortion... plain and simple.
Mr. Bradford, as your lawyer will tell you,
it's not technically extortion.
Not as the law defines it.
He's right.
They have chosen their words... very carefully.
As your lawyer will tell you, we have other ways to stop you.
I'm seeking an emergency injunction.
We're done here.
Edgar Tamlin was arrested an hour ago.
Now, until this trial,
you'll be staying at this safe house,
and then you'll be transferred into Witness Protection.
We need your signature to move forward.
Once you join Witness Protection,
you'll get a new name and a new social security number.
The government will find you housing and a job, but...
but, Becca, you can't...
you can't bring videos or photos.
And you can never return to L.A.
I'm giving up my entire life.
We're trying to save your life.
Since 1971,
we've relocated over 18,000 witnesses
and family members.
No one who followed the rules
has been killed.
Could you give us a minute?
Please?
Thanks.
Jane, how?
How can I give up everything I've ever known?
I know. It sounds overwhelming.
And it won't be easy.
Unfortunately...
I don't think you have much of a choice.
Jane, I'm in love.
And my boyfriend will never know what happened to me.
I mean, do you have any idea what that must feel like?
More than you can possibly know.
You know, Neal came to my office looking for you.
He was so worried.
And I told him that you were okay.
But I couldn't tell him anything else.
And I probably shouldn't do this,
but he wrote you this note.
I'll give you just a minute.
Your Honor, this photograph
is a violation of Civil Code 1708.8,
the anti-paparazzi statute.
Paparazzi?
My client's a world-renowned artist.
The statute prohibits trespass onto private property
with the intent to capture an image
of someone engaged in personal activity.
We're requesting an injunction
preventing Mr. Lamont from displaying the photo,
also a gag order preventing him from publicly acknowledging
that the photo even exists.
On what grounds?
The mere rumor of this photo
could destroy Ashley's career.
There's something more important here
than a tween star's career,
and that is the first amendment...
freedom of artistic expression.
The first amendment doesn't give you a right
to photograph a young woman
in the privacy of her hotel room.
There was no expectation of privacy.
Ashley Bradford was standing at her window.
She knew that there were people below
who could look up and see her.
I'm afraid I have to agree.
Your Honor, my client is at risk
of suffering irreparable harm.
You have 24 hours, Mr. French.
Unless you can find a compelling legal argument,
Mr. Lamont will be allowed
to do as he likes with his photo.
Hey. Can we talk?
As long as it's about business and not Stacy, yeah, of course.
You got to work things out with her.
What did I just say?
You are a brilliant lawyer. Negotiate a settlement.
Oh, ho-ho, no. No, I couldn't bill enough.
You two are best friends.
No. We were.
You need each other.
You do.
Stacy is not herself without you.
Oh, so now you're an expert on Stacy?
Did you figure her all out last night
while she was sleeping over?
She needed a place to stay.
And not that it's any of your business,
she slept on the couch.
You know what? I... I do agree with you on one thing.
Stacy isn't herself.
Because the Stacy I know wouldn't throw away a friendship
on... an impulse.
You want to chalk this all up to an impulse,
you're underselling all of us.
I'm just calling it like I see it.
Look, maybe you're still wounded.
Maybe you're in a rebound mode.
I don't know.
And I know I have no right to voice an opinion about you,
but regarding Stacy...
She should know better.
I tried.
Jane, I need you to come with me.
Okay. What's up?
See those serious-looking dudes by the elevator?
Yeah?
They're here for you.
Hello. I'm Jane Bingum.
Ma'am, we need you to come with us.
Why?
Jane, what's going on?
I...
She's not at liberty to say.
Ms. Bingum, I had you brought here
because you need to convince your client
to sign the agreement.
I won't do it unless I can say goodbye to my boyfriend.
That's not how this works.
Mr. Blaine, surely there's something we can work out.
I mean...
You can imagine what it would be like to leave someone you love.
Yes, and... and I'm sympathetic, but I can't...
Ooh, actually, you can.
While these kinds of meetings are unusual, there is precedent,
as long as the meetings happen prior to the relocation.
What do you suggest?
Um... my office. Tonight.
Around 10:00? Most people are gone by then.
We'll be there.
That's Jane's office, Marty.
- I'm over here. - I know.
I just love the women's fashion magazines in this office.
Hem lines are getting shorter and shorter.
I can't wait till next summer.
Good to know. Let's go to my office.
You bet.
Good news.
Love contracts are actually legal.
I told you.
You got to love this country.
Everything is negotiable.
Made a copy for you to review.
Terrific.
Oh, and I have a couple more stipulations.
Okay. Shoot.
First... Christy can't erase
any of the golf shows from my DVR.
And, at least once a week,
I get to go to the Chinese buffet downtown.
Why?
They got this entree there called ducks in bondage.
It's a terrific aphrodisiac.
You should take your special friend there.
I highly recommend it.
Thanks for the tip. I'll think about it.
What do you mean you'll think about it?
What's the matter with you kids today?
If she's special, you take her for the duck.
You won't regret it.
Hey, what a nice surprise.
I'm just gonna drop this off
'cause I don't want to bump into Jane.
No, no, she's gone all afternoon.
In that case...
Owen...
Why do you have a naked picture of Ashley Bradford?
I'm trying to block the photographer
from releasing the photo.
It could get her fired from her job.
Why would she pose for a photo
like this in the first place?
- She didn't pose for it. - Ha! Okay.
If I have learned anything in my five years of modeling,
it is, never eat tuna salad from a catering truck,
and always find your light.
That's why Ashley's head is tilted like that.
It's her signature look.
Like... like from "Zoolander."
"Blue Steel"... his classic move.
More or less.
Less.
Wait a minute.
If Ashley was posing,
that means she knew someone was taking her photo.
Why would she do that?
I have no idea.
But teen stars live their lives online.
They tweet and blog about everything they do.
I can tell you what the entire cast of "Pretty Little Liars"
had for breakfast.
Stacy, you are a wealth of information.
So let's eat.
Would you like the seaweed salad
or the veggie burger?
Hey.
I'm having second thoughts about the movie.
Okay.
Uh, we could go to dinner instead.
I read about this new Peruvian place.
I was thinking maybe we kick it up a notch.
Go away for the weekend... Santa Barbara.
I know a nice B&B right on the water.
Uh... going away together.
Well, if I'm moving too fast...
No. I'm... game if you are.
Great. I'll make reservations.
Okay.
Yeah.
You stole Mr. Middlen's wheelchair
- to enter a soapbox derby?! - Yeah, sis.
And I won first place!
But he missed his dinner appointment.
I had the wheelchair back by 5:00.
His appointment was at 4:00!
By 5:00, Mr. Middlen has his dentures in a glass,
and he's falling asleep to "Law & Order."
Ugh, whatever. I'm gonna go write in my journal,
and you know what that means.
Don't bug me!
All right, cut there. Nice work.
Moving on.
Mr. French.
What are you doing here?
Can we talk?
Sure.
Why did you pose for Theo Lamont?
I didn't pose.
He took that photo of me through my hotel window.
Come on. This... this is not candid.
I checked your Twitter account.
You've been following Theo and his girlfriend.
Yeah, I was interested in his art until I found out he was a perv.
Cut the act.
You knew what you were doing.
The day before you checked into the hotel,
Theo's girlfriend tweeted they'd be shooting there.
You specifically asked for a room
facing the corner where he was set up.
Why?
Why did you do it?
I want off the show.
And I knew that if a photo like that got out,
the network would dump me.
Let me guess. You want to do edgier material?
No. I want to go to college.
I've been accepted to Princeton.
That's... that's impressive.
But I've looked at your contract.
Why don't you just have your dad
exercise the suspend and extend clause?
It lets you leave the show for school
without being penalized.
I asked my dad, and he said no.
He said I need to fulfill my obligations.
But it's not like I want to quit acting forever.
I just want to be like Natalie Portman.
She got to go Harvard, and it didn't hurt her career.
Oh.
Well, maybe your dad just doesn't understand
how important college is to you.
The minute I got famous,
my dad dropped his job and became my manager.
And the only thing he has managed to do thus far
is spend my money.
He just bought a brand-new house in Beverly hills.
That must be a lot of pressure on you.
Yeah. I want out.
But I can't just go crazy and wild like Amanda or Lindsay,
because I have a morals clause
and the network could sue me for damages.
So you created a scandal racy enough to get you fired
but didn't appear to be an intentional violation
of the clause... that's really smart.
It's not smart enough.
I never thought that Theo Lamont would turn around and extort us.
It's not like I can just pay him off
because my dad controls all of my money since I'm under 18.
Mr. French, are you gonna tell my dad?
Owen.
I have an idea.
But you got to trust me. Okay?
Okay.
Hey. It's late. Why are you still here?
Finishing my client's love contract.
Love contract? Sounds kind of juicy.
Mm, not really.
My client wants a guarantee that his fiancée
will cook him beef stroganoff once a month
and allow him to wear a jogging suit to the theater,
among other things.
Oh.
Um, I'm sorry. I've gotta go.
Hey.
Ms. Bingum, I got your voicemail.
What's going on?
Turn around.
I can't believe you're here.
Oh!
I was so worried.
Why don't we give them a little privacy?
I'll show you to my office.
You have 10 minutes.
Take as much time as you need.
I'll be outside, and everything...
Somebody help!
Jane? Jane!
Oh, my God.
How's Becca?
Well, the bullet nicked a blood vessel,
but she's doing fine.
She'll be released by the end of the day.
Thank God.
Ms. Bingum, we've arrested Becca's boyfriend.
What? Why?
Well, he was the only outsider with knowledge
that Becca was at your firm when she got shot.
These are the initial findings from my department.
Thank you.
Morning, boss.
You got a second?
Did you hear what happened last night?
Of course. Gunshot, woman down. Yada yada.
Hey, can we talk about the Jane-Stacy breakup?
I guess.
I don't know what it's like being around Stacy,
but living with Jane is a total buzz kill.
Well, get used to it.
Neither one is gonna be the first to apologize.
That is why it is up to us to broker a rapprochement,
as they say in certain parts of Canada.
- I don't see how. - But I do.
Owen, what excites these smart, lovely ladies?
New shoes?
Cleanses?
Gluten-free muffins? That's a big one.
And...
romantic comedies.
They watch the same ones over and over.
My plan is a little "Sleepless in Seattle,"
a touch of "Sex and the City"... the first movie...
with a little "You've Got Mail" thrown in for good measure.
I don't understand the words you're saying,
but, please, continue.
I tell Jane
that Stacy wants to meet her tonight
at Fabulous Nails at 7:00
for a mani-pedi and an apology.
I tell Stacy that Jane wants to apologize...
same time, same place.
And once they're soaking their little piggies together,
all will be forgiven.
I don't think they're gonna fall
for such a simple manipulation.
You got a better plan, I'm all ears.
- Okay. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Beautiful.
Jane?
Morning.
How's Neal? Is he okay?
Um... Becca, there's something that you need to know.
Neal is in custody.
He's being charged with attempted murder
of a federal witness.
- You. - What?
The feds believe that he's been working with Tamlin all along.
They think that he arranged to have someone
waiting across the street from my office with a rifle.
No, this doesn't make any sense.
Neal and Tamlin only met once at a company party.
They hardly spoke.
The feds believe that Neal had me deliver that letter to you
in hopes of drawing you out of hiding.
Neal loves me.
I'm so sorry.
And if... if I put you in danger in any way...
If there's anything I can do...
I am telling you,
Neal didn't do this.
And there is something you can do for me.
Prove he's innocent.
I appreciate you coming back to my office.
Well, we assume you're purchasing the photograph.
Actually, no, but the A.D.A. is interested in it.
Something about child pornography?
I'm told that the subject is under 18.
The photo may be suggestive, but it's not pornographic.
Maybe you're right,
but the D.A.'S office has decided to prosecute
if it's displayed in public.
Who knows what a jury will consider
to be child porn these days?
Mm.
In Arizona,
parents lost custody of their daughters
after asking a local Walmart to develop photos
of their girls in the bath.
Heck, even if you beat the charges,
you'll still be known for the rest of your life
as the alleged child pornographer.
This is an abuse of prosecutorial discretion.
Actually, it's not.
He's chosen his words very carefully.
I'll get you the negatives by the end of the day.
That'll work.
I had nothing to do with Becca getting shot.
Then how did Edgar Tamlin
know she'd be at my office last night?
I don't know.
You are looking at life in prison, Neal.
Ms. Bingum, I would never hurt her.
The A.U.S.A. executed a search warrant.
Forensics went through Tamlin's computer.
Turns out you owe Tamlin over $10,000.
They believe you paid him back by passing along information
about Becca's whereabouts.
What?!
God, no!
Look, I can explain the money.
Okay.
I'm listening.
Two weeks ago,
Becca took me to a company party.
Mm-hmm.
Tamlin strikes up a conversation.
He asks me when I'm gonna make an honest woman out of Becca.
I tell him not until I can afford to buy
the kind of ring she deserves.
Then he says he's got this jeweler that can get me a deal.
And he offers to loan me the money for the ring.
Becca's not wearing a ring.
It's at home in my nightstand.
I was gonna propose next week.
Please.
You have to believe me.
Hey.
That was quite a night last night, right?
Yeah.
I'm just glad you're okay.
Thanks.
I know the feds were involved.
Can... can you tell me what's going on?
Yeah.
So...
my client's boyfriend, Neal, is being charged with...
trying to kill her.
And now she wants me to represent him.
Did he do it?
Honestly, I don't know.
I don't know.
I cannot figure out if...
if Neal is a hopeless romantic or a cold-blooded killer.
And normally, I get a gut feeling about clients.
But... not with this one.
Maybe that's a good thing.
You need to ignore your emotions and look at the facts.
That's what the A.U.S.A. is doing right now.
You know what? You're right.
Thank you, Grayson.
The A.U.S.A. just delivered a ton of discovery.
I put it in the conference room.
Thanks, Teri.
You're looking for a connection
between Neal and the shooter.
Actually, between Neal and a guy named Edgar Tamlin,
who was my client's boss.
The A.U.S.A. can prove that they met once,
but they're gonna need to prove
a stronger connection to prevail in court.
Need some help?
Yes. That would be great.
Gone through all the boxes.
There's nothing connecting Neal to Tamlin.
Keep looking.
Please?
I think your client's clean.
And sappy.
He even puts little hearts next to Becca's name in his calendar.
That is sweet.
Oh, look at this.
I've reviewed all those receipts.
It's the receipt for the engagement ring.
Neal borrowed the money from Tamlin,
and then he bought the ring from Tamlin's friend.
It's the government's main evidence against him.
Tamlin's jeweler friend... is my client...
the guy who came in for the love contract.
What?
Jane, I don't think
your client tipped off Tamlin.
Why is that?
'Cause mine did.
My client didn't come to Harrison & Parker
for legal advice.
He came to gather intel on Becca Holt.
When did your client come in for his first meeting?
Yesterday, around noon.
That was two hours after Becca
and I went to the authorities.
I just talked to I.T.
They isolated spyware giving an outside party access
to every call and e-mail in and out of the firm.
God! See? I e-mailed Neal about the meeting with Becca.
That is how Tamlin found out.
When was the software installed?
11:55, yesterday morning.
Do we know how Marty and Tamlin know each other?
Yeah, actually, they both did a stint
15 years ago at Lompoc.
Ever since, they've been thick as thieves.
You need to notify the A.U.S.A. immediately.
And... use your cellphone.
Yeah.
Jane?
I'm glad you're okay.
We got your call.
Tell us you got good news.
Ashley, I need to speak with your father alone.
Okay. Um, I'll wait outside.
Thank you.
I'm afraid that I can't find a legal way
to stop Theo from exhibiting the photo.
Fine.
Then I'll pay the bastard his 100 grand and be done with it.
Too late. That offer's off the table.
Come on!
There's got to be something you can do.
Actually, there's something that you can do.
Exercise Ashley's suspend and extend clause.
Send her to college.
No way.
I mean, she... you know, she... she wouldn't want that.
I see.
Look, if Ashley is not technically employed
when that photo goes out, the network can't fire her.
In fact, with the suspend and extend clause,
she'll go right back to working after she gets her degree.
I got to think about it.
No time.
And once that photo goes out, this option goes away.
Okay. Fine.
If that's the only option.
Nicole, could you send Ashley back in, please?
Thank you.
What's up?
Ashley, your father needs to tell you something.
Ash, I think the best thing for you right now
is to go to college.
You start Princeton this fall.
What about the show?
Four years, we'll relaunch your career.
Just like Natalie Portman.
Okay.
Yeah, dad, if that's what you want.
It's the only way.
Mr. French.
Thank you.
As I understand it, the charges against Neal Sherwin
have been dropped,
and Marty Frumm has been charged in connection
with the attempted murder of Becca Holt.
That's correct, Your Honor.
In which case, I'd like to turn our attention
to Becca's Witness Protection agreement.
Our plan is to keep miss Holt in a safe house until the trial
and then arrange a permanent relocation.
Is everyone prepared to sign the agreement?
Excuse me, Your Honor.
Becca's participation as a witness
is predicated on a meeting with Neal.
And the last one was interrupted.
Your Honor, I have reviewed
the Witness Protection regulations,
and it turns out that spouses are protected as well.
Yeah, but miss Holt isn't married.
Not yet.
Neal.
Would you give up everything in your life to be with Becca?
You know I would.
Found this in your desk drawer, where you said.
Becca...
will you marry me?
Of course I will!
Your Honor, would you please officiate?
Absolutely.
How did you know he would propose?
When it's true love, you just...
...you just know.
Yeah. I think you're right.
Grayson!
Hey!
- Hey! - Mwah!
So, we should hit the road
if we're gonna make it to Santa Barbara by sundown.
Santa Barbara?
A romantic weekend getaway.
Wow.
Well, that sounds great. Yeah, enjoy.
Have a nice weekend, Jane.
You too.
Hey.
Bad news.
I'm at Fabulous Nails,
and no sign of Jane or Stacy.
Well, I know Stacy got my text.
Yeah, and Jane got mine.
- Well, thanks for trying, Paul. - Hey, just for the record,
the romantic comedy is dead to me.
Weird kid.
Well, look who's getting a mani-pedi.
My nails are a wreck.
Uh-huh.
Uh, you're going with that color?
Yes. Because I don't have a best friend
to tell me that neons
are for little girls.
Well, you'll look like a 6-year-old
at a princess party.
Don't. Don't laugh. I'm mad.
Mm.
By the way,
can you believe the guys tried to get us to make up
at Fabulous Nails?
I know!
That was, like, two mani-pedi places ago.
Mm-hmm.
Jane, I never meant for anything to happen with Owen.
Yeah. Listen, Stace...
you were right about one thing.
I never would have kissed Grayson at my wedding
if I didn't want to be with him.
I love him.
And I will always love him.
Oh, sweetie.
I just saw him leave for a romantic weekend
with Nicole.
And I swear...
I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy,
let alone my best friend.
So...
if you and Owen have something real,
then... then I need to try... and be open to it.
That means everything.
Well, when we're done,
you want to go home and watch trashy TV?
Mm, that would be great.
But...
Owen's taking me to that new restaurant on Third.
Well, have fun.
We can watch trash another time.
I'm just glad you two made up.
Though I am still waiting for my...
"thank you, Paul, for your awesome plan."
You sent us to the wrong place.
That was part of my plan.
Okay, it wasn't.
But it worked.
Yeah.
How come you, uh, still seem so down?
I'd rather not talk about it.
Okay.
I mean, Owen's dating Stacy,
and Grayson's dating Nicole.
I mean, even my client, who is in federal custody,
got married. You know?
And I'm... alone.
Uh...
Yes, technically, you are here with me.
Actually, I gotta go.
I joined a hockey league.
Great workout.
Wait. You skate?
It's air hockey.
I can cancel if you want.
Though it's my turn to bring the quarters.
No. Go. Believe me, you've far exceeded
my guardian angel expectations for the day.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Stacy.
Hey!
Hi.
I thought you... were on a date with Owen,
you know, at that new restaurant.
Well, we can go there anytime we want
as long as we make a reservation a month in advance.
And tonight I'd rather watch TV and... eat popcorn,
if that's okay with you.
Yeah, that's... that's okay with me.
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