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See that aspiring model there? That was 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, Fred. I used to think everything|happened for a reason and, well,|I sure hope I was right. Grayson I have to tell you something,|and let me finish before you say anything. Okay. I know this is gonna sound|really crazy-- And it is really crazy--|But it's not as crazy as you think. I mean, it is crazy, but-- Good God! What is this,|"project run-on sentence"? Tim Gunn? Why are you wearing|a wedding gown, Jane? 'Cause Grayson wants to marry me,|and I want to be ready. He wanted to marry Deb, not Jane. Well, I'm going to|tell him the truth. Okay, then look him|straight in the eye and say "Deb is alive, and she's here,|right in front of you." Now you try it. Grayson, Deb is alive. And she's here, and-- I sound like a crazy person. Jane, darling, this worries me. Consider a high-quality textile. It has a depth and an|authenticity that can't be faked. It sells itself. People who are comfortable with|themselves are the same way. Grayson will only accept you|when you accept yourself. That makes sense. Of course it does.|I said it. - Now, just one piece of advice--|- I know-- "Make it work." Well, actually, I was going to say that this|bolero jacket compromises your silhouette but, yes, sure--|Make it work. * I know it's never too late to try * * I've had enough of being shy * * Is there a way * Ohhhh. * It's never too late to try * Sweetie, I had another crazy dream. You will not believe|who was in it. Oh, you made coffee.|You're an angel. - Thanks for noticing.|- Why are you here? - And what-- Where's Stacy?|- You're welcome. And Stacy's still asleep. Mm. Fred, I feel woozy. Ugh. And I have a headache.|Maybe I'm sick. Uh, ooh, let's see--|Birthday party alcohol karaoke. - I would say you're hung over.|- No. I don't get hung over. Deb didn't get hung over.|Jane hardly drank. You haven't built up|your tolerance. Right. Of course. Fred, you know,|she didn't drink she didn't go to clubs,|she didn't get massages. What did she do to relax,|to-- to blow off steam? Let me guess-- she ate. Actually, no.|She ate when she was stressed. Uh, to relax,|she enjoyed crossword puzzles. Lame. - Um, you still haven't told me why you're here.|- Somebody had to clean up after your party. - So sweet.|- And take care of Stacy. She was wasted. Wait. - W- wait. Did you--|- I slept on the sofa. Now, down your coffee.|We got to get to work. No, you're not here. Like I said, I have|an appointment with Ms. Bingum. Like I said, I control her schedule,|and I don't see you on it. Well, I made the appointment|weeks ago. May I ask|what this is regarding? I'm interviewing to be her assistant. We're gonna have to reschedule. And we|don't validate parking. Have a nice day. - Fun night?|- Yeah, too much fun. - Hey, could you do me a favor?|- Does it involve bright lights or loud noises? No. I've been going through|some of Deb's stuff and I thought she'd want to|give Stacy a few of Deb's things. - Would you mind?|- Of course not. Grayson-- my office.|Noon. Wow.|Not a single verb. Scored my first case working with him.|Any advice? Um, never go into his office|without a legal pad. And breath mints. For him.|He orders extra onions on everything. - Got it.|- Good luck. - Good morning.|- Is it? Thanks for helping throw my party.|Next time, make sure I stick to wine. A woman was just here|for a meeting I didn't schedule. Anything you want to tell me? - What woman?|- Nice try. Here you go, Jane. Oh, thank you.|More caffeine. Oops. Maybe you need an assistant|with steadier hands. Ms. Bingum.|I'm sorry to interrupt but, uh, it's--|It's kind of urgent. - Of course.|- With those acrylics she couldn't type|more than 30 words a minute. Please come in. Please come in. Whatever this is, get it together. - How can I help you?|- You don't remember me. A few years ago, you did some|pro bono work at St. Jude's. I'm a nurse there. And you spoke to us|about a fraudulent malpractice suit. Right. St. Jude's. - You were terrific.|- Oh, thank you. I'm very good at my job. If you're here about that case,|I'll have to review the files. - No, it's a personal matter.|- Mm-hmm. I'm scared,|and I- I need help. Jane. Marianne Neely? That's me. You have the right to remain silent. - Anything you say--|- Wait. Hold on. This M- Marianne Neely|is my client. - What are the charges?|- ***. You have a right to have|an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney,|one will be provided for you by the court. Do you understand I was 18, foolish,|and in love with an older guy. One evening, we drove|to a convenience store. He said he wanted something to eat,|and I waited in the car. The next thing I know, he jumps|back in and he screams, "drive!" He had panicked|during the robbery and shot the clerk. You drove the getaway car, so you also|would be charged with the clerk's death even though you never left the car. I heard the D.A. was pushing for life,|so when my lawyer got me bail I just took off|and never looked back. Is that when you came|to Los Angeles? I changed my name,|fell in love got married,|had children-- Two amazing children. - I had a brand-new life.|- Until today. Last week, my hospital started fingerprinting|the staff as part of a security upgrade. And you knew|your prints would match. This morning, I left my husband,|Philip, a note, then called the police. I told them that they could|find me at your office. Why? Would you want your children|seeing you arrested? No. And Philip never knew the truth|about your past? I wanted to--|So badly. I would look in the mirror and I would practice|exactly what I was gonna say and then|I would lose my nerve. I don't expect you to understand. Actually, I do. And I'm going to do|everything I can to help you. Well, we had just started the firm--|Had no idea how we'd make rent let alone pay the associates. Larry comes in with a claim|against a major Hollywood studio. They didn't want to pay profit|participation for syndication revenue. - Boy, did we make 'em pay.|- For all eight seasons of "Country Club Drive". - You played the dad.|- Got a people's choice nom in '96. Tim Allen stole it. My girlfriend loved your show. We were the "Gossip Girl" of our day. Do you like trivia, Grayson?|The actress that played my wife was only three years older than the girl|playing my daughter. True fact. - So, Larry, how can we help you?|- I need you to file a lawsuit. You've come to the right place.|Who you looking to sue? Newscorp? Viacom? Famousbutdead.com. Excuse me? It's a website that lists whether|famous people are dead or alive. Yeah, I know the site.|Used it once to look up Urkel. Alive.|Lost 5 bucks. My nephew looked me up.|Apparently, I'm dead. Now, how am I gonna get work in this town|if people think I'm unavailable-- permanently? Larry you're in good hands.|Grayson is our new-media expert. In fact, he heads the division. Great seeing you again. I'll be right back. Parker. I thought we were|representing him together. We were-- when I thought|he was taking down a studio. Famousbutdead.com? Forget damages. He'll be lucky|to get an apology. But you told him|I was your new-media expert? You knew about the website.|That makes you an expert. Look, I owe this guy,|so do what you can. Let him think he's the most important client|in the world. But keep me out of it. Hey. Promise me you won't tell Stacy that I'm madly,|passionately, insanely in love with her. Um okay. But you've asked her out, serenaded her,|and I totally saw you write a love poem titled "Stacy, I love thee".|Trust me-- she knows. Yeah, well, big mistake. I, uh,|found this magazine in Parker's mail and I just read|the most amazing article-- "Get the girl by playing hard to get." I mean, the author should win a Pulitzer. His|insights into the female mind are extraordinary. I mean, who knew that women|want what they can't have? - It's-- This is groundbreaking.|- Fred, Fred Stacy knows she can have you. Yeah, well, according to the author,|it's never too late to start playing hard to get. What are you hoping for here?|That she falls madly in love with you? You guys get married and start a family|of half-human, half-guardian-angel babies? Yeah, that sounds good to me. So, promise me you won't|say anything, okay? Sure. Fine. Whatever.|Listen, I got to get back to work. There's this woman,|Marianne, and she needs me-- - You're not listening!|- Huh? Later, Fred. Oh, uh, I almost forgot. I got you something. "Crossword puzzles|for the genius mind"? I think you might|be in for a treat. That is a lovely blouse. I remember picking it up|at the dry cleaners. Not that you asked.|I just like to help. Like when I organized all your pleadings|and alphabetized all your self-help books. And don't forget who brought you 3:00 a.m.|doughnuts before the Johnson closing. Why are you telling me all this? I just want to be sure that,|despite your amnesia you remember|how important I am to you. Jane. Oh, that's so cute.|You got a fashion-forward handbag. - Good for you.|- What do you want, Kim? Parker assigned me to your case--|second chair. No, I don't need help.|This isn't my first criminal trial. Is it? - I have more criminal experience than you--|- Kim, I can handle it. And, given the circumstances,|this case could generate a lot of press and we both know you don't like|being the center of attention. - Unlike you?|- Well yeah. I mean, I look great on-camera,|and I just got my teeth bleached. I spoke with Philip Neely, our client.|He's expecting us. Marianne's been lying|to me since the day we met. She didn't grow up in Vermont.|She's from Fresno. Her parents didn't die|when she was young. And she was a fugitive,|for God's sake. She wanted to tell you the truth,|but she was scared. - And that makes it okay?|- No. Philip, I'm sorry. I--|T- that's not what I meant. She left a note on the fridge. That's how I found out|my wife wasn't Marianne but-- but someone|named Fay Green. It's complicated. But maybe|if you speak with her-- I have nothing to say|to her, Ms. Bingum. Relationships|are based on trust. She's a fake. And so was my marriage. What do I say to our kids? We don't mean to diminish|your feelings but you're gonna have to|set them aside to help Marianne. The prosecution has waived|change-of-venue and we'll be prepping for trial. Mr. Neely, we don't have|the law on our side. We need to give the jury a reason|not to send your wife to prison for the rest of her life. And what does that|have to do with me? We'll need you to testify about how Marianne is not the same|person she was 20 years ago. It is crucial we show the jury|that you've forgiven her - so they can, too.|- But I haven't. Look, I'm sorry. I appreciate|you coming out here and-- and I'll show up at the trial|and I'll sit there and be quiet for the sake of our children.|But I don't forgive her. And if you put me on that stand,|I won't pretend that I do. Morning, sweetie. I cooked you|an awesome breakfast. I think the word|you're looking for is "toasted". What's going on? Fred stopped calling me,|and I'm just curious. Why? Stacy, you're not|interested in him, are you? Sweetie, don't tell me|you've forgotten our third rule. We don't decide if we like a guy|until we're sure he likes us. Oh, my God.|You like him. Before your party,|he'd call, send e-mails. Did I tell you|he wrote me a poem? It was almost stalker-y. Since the party,|not even a twitter. - If you want to talk to him|- Yeah? call him. What did you do with my bestie? Rule number seven-- we do not|call boys. They call us. - Do you recognize this bracelet?|- No. Should I? Grayson gave me|this box of my stuff-- Deb's stuff--|To give to you. Oh, He's so thoughtful.|Ooh! I love this scarf. Yeah, I'm keeping it. So, this bracelet--|It's not mine. You're right. Silver clashed|with your skin tone. So why is it with my stuff? You think it belongs|to another woman, don't you? You went there quick.|No. I trust Grayson. Then again, Philip didn't know|Marianne was really Fay. - "All my children"?|- No. My client. She made a mistake and now|has to live her life as somebody else. Hey, that's just like you! I know.|Well, not exactly. Marianne may have to spend|the rest of her life in prison. Oh! I have to go to court. Ooh, when you see Fred, don't tell him|I sorta, kinda, maybe like him. - Remember our rules.|- Sure. Fine. Whatever. Okay. Famousbutdead.com--|Your website-- Caused my client great|and irreparable harm when you listed him as deceased. It's bad enough|the industry assumes I'm gone. You confirmed it in writing. I am so sorry. I'm a huge fan|of "Country Club Drive". One of my all-time favorite|TV moments-- Season 2, episode 3. You punched that ex-con|for trying to scam your daughter. I screamed at the TV set.|You were so in the moment. You want to know something?|That ex-con was my pool man. I discovered him.|True fact. What can we do about this, Oscar? I'm gonna return your status|to "alive"-- immediately. And I'll post a notice on the|home page saying I met you. And I'll--|I'll include a photo. - How's that sound?|- I don't know. Larry, he's going to print a full retraction,|and he didn't mean any harm. All right. Thank you so much. Nice kid. And you did a very good job,|young man. Oh, thank you. Like Parker said,|we're always here for you. How about lunch?|Celebrate my resurrection. I wish I had the time,|but I need to get back to work. W- want me to sign something? - Maybe for your girlfriend?|- My girlfriend? You said she's a fan. Yeah, right.|It-- um - The thing is--|- And what's the lucky lady's name? Uh, Deb. Mr. Nailor do you remember the last time|you saw your father alive? Dad worked the evening shift at the stop-and-go,|but he'd always come home for dinner. I remember we had hot dogs that night.|And he kissed me goodbye and told me that he'd wake me up|in the morning for school. But that didn't happen. In, uh, junior high, you, uh,|you joined the football team. Yeah. - He never saw you play.|- No. - Wasn't there when you graduated.|- No. Never met his grandkids. No. Your witness. Mr. Nailor, I am very sorry|for your loss. Thanks. S- sir you're aware that the person who shot|your father is already in jail? Yeah. Do you think your father would hold Marianne|personally responsible for his death? Objection. Relevance. Sustained. Do you hold her personally responsible|for killing your father? I know she didn't fire the gun,|if that's what you mean. Thank you. - Redirect.|- Proceed. You are aware that the defendant helped|the man that killed your father. Yes. And she|shouldn't have run away. Thank you. - Larry. You're back.|- With chili. So I see. It's turkey--|Heart-healthy. Did Oscar fix your status|on the website? He did. But not before the wire services|picked up the story of my demise. My death is on the CNN ticker. For the love of Pete! How can I help? I want you to sue every network|that ran the story. It's defamation. They-- they've probably|violated some other law - by not checking the facts.|- I'm not sure I can do that. In the series when I was wrongly accused|of bribing the school principal a young Patrick Dempsey auditioned|for the role of my lawyer. Producers didn't think|he had the chops. True fact. That-- That's interesting, but-- If you're too busy to take|the case, I could ask Parker. - I will take a look.|- Great. But first, let's eat. And I brought the first season|of "Country Club Drive." In episode 6, I have a great|scene with Parker Stevenson who's still alive.|I checked. What can you tell me|about Marianne Neely? Marianne is one of St. Jude's|most valued nurses. The patients love her. Plain and simple-- She is a tireless|advocate for the working poor and my most dedicated|volunteer. Well, thanks to Marianne's devotion the PTA not only saved the library,|we opened a new building. Thank you. Just one question. Does your testimony have anything to do with|the crime committed on March 24, 1989? No. - No.|- No. Thank you. We're running out of witnesses. - This is not going well.|- No. - Kim, Jane.|- Hello, Aaron. Normally I wouldn't do this, but this|case has gotten a lot of attention and my boss would like|to look compassionate. - What have you got?|- Manslaughter. 10 years. - Consider it a gift.|- Chocolate is a gift. A certificate for a massage is a gift.|10 years in prison is An offer that goes away|when you call your next witness. We'll take it to our client. It's not going well, is it? The D.A. Offered a deal--|10 years. Have you spoken with Philip?|He won't even look at me in court and every time I try to call,|his phone goes to voicemail. I want to know how Jamie did on her math test,|and Ben gets very, very anxious when I'm away. - I miss them so much.|- Marianne, did you hear me? I did. I know Philip is furious,|and rightly so. But if I could just talk to him,|if he would just talk with me-- Marianne, he's not going to call. And you should know that|he won't testify on your behalf. I can't blame him. I mean, I can only imagine|what he's going through. My children will be all grown up. Philip's refusal to testify|was a huge blow to our case. If you don't take the plea,|you could be looking at life. Jane? I don't think|you should take the deal. I think you should|take the stand. - I don't know. What am I gonna say?|- You know exactly what to say. You've practiced it a thousand|times in front of the mirror. And I want you to tell the jury what you|never got to say to your husband. Teri, what's a 7-letter word for|"a Brazilian mountain range"? - Starts with a "C".|- Chapada. Deb always wanted to go|to South America. Then again, she thought South America|was any state below Ohio. - I didn't peg you for a puzzler.|- Oh, I-- I've got a big case. I'm just trying to relax.|I know-- lame, right? In law school, I did the "New York Times"|puzzle every Sunday. - Do we have a meeting?|- No. Actually, I am hiding from a client. What?|Oh, my God! That's the dad|from "Country Club Drive"! Oh! I thought he was dead.|Okay, I loved that show. I still visit their fansite.|Introduce me. I had seven voicemails|this morning-- all from Larry. I need some time to contemplate his case,|before he starts bombarding me with true facts. Hey, um,|I meant to ask you-- I mean,|Stacy wanted me to ask you-- There was a silver bracelet|in the box you gave me - for her.|- Mm-hmm. - It's not Deb's.|- Sure it is. No, Deb didn't wear silver. Oh, man. What? What's wrong? Larry spotted me. - Grayson. We got to get to work.|- Good morning, Larry. Mr. Baxter You must get this all the time,|but I'm a big fan. Thank you, honey.|Want me to sign something? Oh, sure. Um Later. W- we have|work to do, right? Right. Later. Can you see if Kim's|ready for court, Teri? - Oh, she left 10 minutes ago.|- Without me? Yeah, she wanted me to get you,|but I was busy cream-cheesing my bagel. Okay, what the hell|is going on with you? How many years|have we worked together? Um The answer is "six". And if you aren't happy with me,|you should have told me. - What? Why aren't I happy with you?|- Good question. Teri, I don't know|what you're talking about. A woman came to the office and said|she had an interview for my job. And I deserve to know why. Look, I've-- I've got to get to court.|Can we talk about this later? If I haven't been replaced|by then, sure. - Jane!|- Not now, Fred. I need to talk to you about the article.|I don't think it's working. I- I really Miss Stacy|s- so much. Okay, I don't have time for this.|You're my guardian angel. You're supposed to give me advice,|not the other way around. Oh, now you care|about the rules? If you want to talk to her,|Fred, call her. - I can't. The article says--|- Bye, Fred. Stacy! Fred! Hey. Hey. - How's it goin'?|- It's goin'. Jane around? I want to take her|out for a snack. Pinkberry has a new topping. Uh, she just left for court. Oh. But I'll tell her|that you stopped by. All right. All right. See you, then. Bye. I contacted all the networks.|They've issued retractions. Everyone knows|Larry Baxter is alive. That's the problem. - I thought that was the solution.|- Since the retractions aired the talk shows keep referring to me|as "the guy everyone thought was dead". I'm the biggest joke in town. Okay, Larry, what can I do? I want you to sue|late-night television. For what? Intentional infliction|of emotional harm? Exactly. - Okay, which show?|- All of them! - I'm not going to do that.|- Well, maybe I should just talk to Parker. I'll see what I can do. My husband didn't know the truth. He didn't know about my past|until the day I turned myself in. Why didn't you|tell him? Philip, I'm so sorry. Marianne why didn't you|tell your husband the truth? I wanted to. But, um|I was afraid. - Afraid?|- That he wouldn't want me-- If he knew the truth,|he wouldn't love me. I thought if I told you about my old life,|it could never really go away. And you wanted Fay to disappear? More than anything. When you heard the hospital|was upgrading their security system and you knew you'd be caught why didn't you run again? Fay ran from her crime, but I'm not that person. I had a rough childhood, Ms. Bingum. It's no excuse. But I want to be there|for my children. And part of being a good mother|is doing the right thing. Marianne, is there anything else that you would like to say|to the court? I live every day|with a heavy heart. And to those that I I hurt with my actions|and lies I am deeply sorry. Nothing further. That's a-- That's a nice speech but what do we say|to the family of Charles Nailor? There aren't words|to express my sorrow. And we're just|supposed to forgive you? No more questions. The defense rests. I changed my mind. I want to testify.|I need to help her. We are recessed for the day. - I will hear closing arguments--|- Uh, your honor the defense requests that we be permitted|to call one more witness-- The defendant's husband,|Philip Neely. Objection.|You just rested. - Sustained.|- Your honor, we-- Mr. Neely says one word,|I have grounds for an appeal. Ms. Kaswell, the A.D.A. is right. Witness testimony has concluded.|Mr. Neely cannot take the stand. I will hear closing arguments|first thing tomorrow. Well, tell Ms. Grace I'll do the show|if she gives me the whole hour. Yes. That works. Everybody's calling about the Neely case--|Newspapers, cable. - The media has dubbed her|- "The fugitive soccer mom"-- I know. I thought Kim was|the face of this case. That's when it was local news,|but we've gone national. This could be bigger|than the octo-freak. Tell me you're gonna win. Oh. Parker. Yeah. That's great.|"L.A. Times" wants an interview. I want the reporter to come to my office,|and make sure I get photo approval. Good. You like this tie?|It's bold, right? - Says "I'm in charge".|- It's dated. Red was the power color under Bush,|but with Obama, it's light blue. Fashionistas say the lighter color|imbues a man with confidence and trust without the aggressive|undertones of red. I like my aggressive undertones. Look,|Bingum, uh, speaking of interviews - what's the deal canceling on Carol?|- Is she a reporter? Carol, the tremendous assistant|who worked at my old law firm. - I set up the interview. What happened?|- Hold on. Why should I get rid of Teri? She's snide, unprofessional,|and have you seen the way she dresses? She was wearing red pants today. I'm running a law firm,|not the Hyde lounge. Her pants aren't red.|They're fuchsia. - Jane--|- No, you can decide the cases I try and you can make me work nights|and weekends and on Beyonce's birthday. But you do not get to pick|my assistant. Teri stays. This is not up for discussion. - You like talking to the press, don't you?|- What? I'm the lead attorney|on the Neely case. Those reporters contact me before you,|but I decline their calls. So if decide I start talking,|who do you think goes on "Nancy Grace"? Well-played, Bingum. Excuse me. Jane, Philip Neely is downstairs.|He wants to see us immediately. I was selfish and stupid.|She deserves so much better. Y- you have to get me on that stand.|You have to let me speak to that jury. Philip, there's nothing|we can do at this point. How I am supposed to face Marianne? I left her alone|when she needed me most. Have you told her that?|Have you gone to see her? Before, I was too mad. Now I'm the one who's ashamed.|But I have to do something. Like you said I have to convince that jury|that I forgive her. We're sorry, but it's too late. Maybe it's not. What? You heard the judge.|She shut us down. - There's no way to fight this.|- There's always a way. Except when there's not.|Jane, you need to stop now. Philip, I promise|you will get your day in court. Our system of justice holds us|accountable for our actions. Marianne Neely took part in a crime|that led to the death of an innocent man. For that,|she must be held accountable. It's that simple. A.D.A. Sanchez is right. Well, he's partly right. Our system punishes the guilty. But it serves another purpose--|To rehabilitate. Marianne has paid|her debt to society with 20 years of good deeds. And she's rehabilitated herself|well beyond what we ever would have expected|from Fay Green. But don't take my word for it. I have a letter here|from her husband. - "My dear Marianne"--|- Objection. Counsel is clearly|violating your ruling. Your honor told us Mr. Neely|couldn't take the stand. And he isn't. If you shut me down,|I'll have grounds for an appeal. She's right.|Proceed. "My dear Marianne "remember the night we met?|It was Christmas. "We were volunteers|at the downtown soup kitchen. Everyone wanted|to dish out food" "So you and I volunteered for cleanup. "I never had so much fun|mopping a floor. "I never told you,|but that night "I went home and told my sister I met|the woman I was gonna marry. "We all change.|We all grow up. "We are who we become. "When I look at you today,|I see the beautiful girl "from the soup kitchen. "And I also see a magnificent|woman, mother, and wife. "I need you to come home.|Your children need you. "And your community needs you. "Every day we're apart,|the world is a sadder place. Your beloved, Philip." We all make mistakes. And we all wish we could go back|and undo what we did wrong. If you send Marianne to prison it will be a monumental mistake. The kind of mistake|you just can't fix. Okay, we need to talk. I heard what you said to Parker. I'm so, so sorry|I got so mad at you. - You had every reason to be upset.|- You are the best boss ever. By the by, love the sweater. I know. Awesome, right?|Parker's gonna hate it. - Grayson's in your office.|- Oh. Hi. Cookies? Homemade. You don't bake. Do you? I mean, I didn't know you did|crossword puzzles, so what do I know? Cookies are from Larry.|He means well, but he won't go away. Oh. So you're hiding|in here again. I told him I was in a meeting. Ooh. Snickerdoodles. I need to dump this client but Parker told me|to V.I.P. The guy. - If he complains about me|- You're in the doghouse. Grayson, on the|"Country Club Drive" fansite fans post sightings of the actors|at restaurants, parties, stores. Larry used to be spotted|all over town-- And always with his wife, Cheryl. She passed away|a few months ago. And after that,|he just stopped going out. That's sad. When your girlfriend died,|you turned your attention to work. And Larry doesn't have an office.|He doesn't have a family. Right now,|he just has you. Jane, the clerk's office called.|Jury's back. Okay. Just-- I Thanks, Jane. The defendant will rise. What say you? In the matter of the people|vs. Marianne Neely we find the defendant guilty|of accessory to robbery. And to the charge|of *** in the second degree? We find the defendant not guilty. Thank you for your service. Ms. Neely,|I hereby sentence you to the exemplary life|you're already leading. Excuse me? Community service, Ms. Bingum|if that's all right with you. Uh, we're--|We're good with that. We're done here. Thank you for everything.|Thank you. Oh. This is a weird place to meet. I know. Larry, there are going to be no more|retractions and no more lawsuits. Are you gonna kill me?|'Cause you could have just sent a bill. You were kind enough to sign|an autograph for my girlfriend who was a big fan. What I didn't tell you,|what I wasn't able to say is that she recently passed away. I'm sorry. I haven't been brave enough|to visit since the funeral. And I thought|it would be easier if I came with someone who understood|what I'm going through. Why the second bouquet? It's for Cheryl. You're a good man. Let's go. Let me tell you about Cheryl. She had a smile that would|light up the Hollywood Hills. Back in '78, she auditioned|for the role of Sandy the lead in "Grease" the movie. Producers thought|she was too sexy. * inside my head|inside my room * And then they turned|to each other and embraced. I swear, I almost cried|right there in court. Can you think|of anything more beautiful? To Marianne and Philip. - Okay. Now me.|- Ooh. All ears. Will you just tell me|what's going on with Fred? I've decided|I really do like him. So long to rule number three. I'm confused, sweetie.|He's so not your type. Well, you've gone through some changes,|and maybe I have, too. So what? He doesn't have|20-inch biceps, but he's sweet he makes me laugh,|and I think he's adorable. I'm impressed. You know what? After dinner,|I'm gonna call him. So long to rule number seven. Hi. Um, a- according to this article|that I read, I- I shouldn't be here and I shouldn't act|like I'm interested. But from the moment I met you,|I've only thought of doing one-- * I am * * I'm captivated by you * Um|Can I take you to dinner? - Sweetie?|- Go. Have fun. Thank you! Oh. Stacy. Have you, uh, changed your mind|about Fred already? Hi. - Sorry for bothering you so late.|- No problem. Everything okay? Yeah, fine. The thing is I need to get|that silver bracelet back. Really? Why? Stacy was right.|It wasn't Deb's. Okay.|I'll go get it for you. My sister called in a panic.|It's hers. Apparently, it has|real sentimental value and she just realized|it was missing. - So it's Leslie's?|- Oh, you know Leslie? Oh, S- Stacy mentioned her. Yeah, she stayed with me|for a few days after Deb's funeral. It must have gotten mixed up|with the other stuff. For your sister. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow. Hey, have you eaten? I mean, it's all ready,|and Stacy's gone off with-- Well, she's gone out. Looks great. I haven't eaten anything since|I polished off Larry's snickerdoodles. Oh. After dinner, maybe we can|finish a puzzle together. - Yeah, that would be--|- Don't say "lame". A lot of fun. * When I look into the mountains * * I see your fame * * When I look into the night's sky * * It sparkles your name * To a good night. - Cheers.|- Cheers. ::: Timecodes - gius :::