See that aspiring model there?
That's me, Deb,
until the day I died.
I thought I'd go straight to heaven,
but there was a bit of a mix-up,
and I woke up in someone else's body.
So now, I'm Jane,
a super-busy lawyer with my very own assistant.
I got a new life, a new wardrobe,
and the only people who really know what's going on with me
are my girlfriend, Stacy,
and my guardian angel, Paul.
I used to think everything happened for a reason.
Whoo!
Well, I sure hope I was right.
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com
Previously on "Drop Dead Diva".
Who are you?
Grayson, it's me.
I'm Deb.
I can't face Grayson.
He's furious with me for confiding in you
that I'm Deb and not telling him.
I'm hurt, confused, and I feel betrayed.
That being said...
I can't imagine just walking away
from the only two women I've ever truly loved.
Oh, sweetie, how are things going between you two?
Not great. You know, I mean, we can work together, no problem.
But when it comes to basic human interaction,
we seem to be off.
What's going on between us?
You're still not talking. What do you want to do tonight?
♪ Can you feel it? ♪
♪ It's the sound of satisfaction ♪
♪ Watch me dance ♪
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
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Hey, there.
Hey, you're dressed.
We have the house to ourselves all night.
I know. I've got to go.
Oh, okay.
I mean, it is 11:00, so I thought...
maybe we could have some wine and go for round two.
Hmm, I wish I could.
I just turned on my cell. I had four messages from Owen.
He needs me at the downtown precinct.
A client's being questioned in a murder case.
That's fantastic.
I mean, not for the victim.
I really shouldn't say anything,
but Owen's only concern about making you partner
is your lack of criminal experience.
I'm sure that's why he gave you the case.
Ooh, that's a lot of pressure.
Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have told you.
No, I'm glad you did.
- Good. - Love you. - Love you, too.
Oh, hold on.
There you go.
- That's not my sock. - No, no, it's Paul's.
Why's that guy still living here?
Uh, you know what? That's a long story.
But I promise I will explain it all to you later.
- All right. - Okay.
- Have a good night. - Bye.
Sorry, I, uh, know you told me to make myself scarce.
I just need to pick up my soccer cleats.
You play soccer?
No, but I like to wear them while I watch the World Cup.
Well, you can sleep here tonight
'cause Grayson's gone for the evening.
- Oh, great. Thanks. - Mmm-hmm.
I, uh, I DVRd C-SPAN's coverage of the debt ceiling debate
and a bunch of "Toddlers & Tiaras."
You know what? I'm actually glad you're home.
- Really? - Yeah.
Oh, I miss you, too
especially our deep and meaningful conversations
while you do my laundry. Let's talk and load.
Paul, I have decided
I don't want to keep any more secrets from Grayson.
That's wonderful, Jane.
Total honesty is crucial to a healthy relationship.
Really? So I'm gonna tell him that you're my guardian angel.
- What, are you out of your mind? - No.
I told him the truth about me, and we're happy.
I mean, we're... We're really happy.
Plus, I swore no more secrets.
Kind of looking at a great big one.
I'm talking about you.
Telling Grayson is a mistake.
Sorry. I've made up my mind.
- But, Jane, if you tell... - There's nothing more to talk about.
Sorry, no Drew Prescott here.
Try the downtown precinct.
I just came from the precinct.
They said he was transferred to central booking half an hour ago.
He's not in my computer.
Look, Sergeant, my client was arrested for murder.
Can I talk to the lieutenant on duty?
It's midnight.
The lieutenant doesn't get in till 6:00.
The precinct probably checked him out.
Maybe he's waiting on transpo.
Can you call them for me?
We don't do that.
You've been a big help.
That guy has eaten breakfast with a different woman
for the past four mornings in a row.
- That is so awesome. - Really?
'Cause I think he has major commitment issues
that will result in a lifetime of loneliness.
No, what I meant is that...
it's awesome that you and I have had breakfast for four mornings in a row.
It's like, uh, we have a routine.
We've also spent the last four nights together.
There's nothing routine about that.
Mmm-mmm.
- Thank you. - Mmm-hmm.
Did you see the waitress' name tag?
- Mmm-mmm. - Ruby.
It's on my list of baby names,
which I have finally whittled down to
three for the girl and three for the boy.
I went to school with a Ruby.
She smoked in the 4th grade.
Ah, I got to get to work.
Bye, Ruby.
No, don't put me on hold.
Damn it!
How's your client doing?
Don't know. I haven't seen him yet.
You're joking, right?
Uh, by the time I got to the precinct, he had already been transferred,
and then I went to central booking, and he wasn't there, either.
Well, maybe if you'd answered your phone the first time I called,
you would have made it to the precinct on time.
- I'm sorry. - No, Grayson. "Sorry" doesn't cut it.
You're up for partner. You're on call 24/7.
I understand. It's just... Wait, what?
Great. Yes. Okay. Thank you. I'm on my way.
They found Drew. He's about to be arraigned.
- I'll meet him at the courthouse. - Be sure to put a suit on.
Of course. Yes. Oh, Owen.
Thanks for the case. I'm all over it.
Ms. Bingum, Sam's been banned from the boys' bathroom at his private school.
Was there a behavioral issue?
Not from me.
Last week, a bunch of boys were roughhousing,
and they pantsed Sam, and, um...
Sam was born Samantha.
Oh. Oh. I see.
But he has always identified as male.
Everyone thought I was a boy because I am a boy.
Did the school administration know about Sam
prior to the bathroom incident?
When Sam enrolled at Harper School,
we had a private meeting with the principal, who's been wonderful.
But now, well, the board of directors hasn't been as understanding.
The president of the board is demanding that Sam use the girls' room.
I don't want to use the girls' room. I'm not a girl.
We're hoping you can help us.
In California public schools, students are legally allowed
to use a bathroom correlating to their gender identity.
However, that law does not apply in private schools.
Sam is thriving at Harper.
They gave him a full scholarship.
He has lots of friends, and the school has an amazing computer lab.
I want to be a computer programmer when I grow up.
We don't want him forced to use the girls' room,
and we don't want to pull him out of the school. Can you help us?
I'm sorry. I just don't know what I can do.
Ellen, would you mind taking Sam outside for a second?
Of course. Come on.
I'd like to show you a video.
Sam was 9 at the time.
I don't want to wear a dress!
It's just for photo day at school.
You can take it off as soon as they take the picture.
I said no!
It would make mommy and daddy really happy if you'd just wear it.
Don't make me! Don't make me!
For five minutes. That's it. Then you can take it off.
I hate you. I hate you!
Why are you doing this to me?
He was miserable as Samantha.
Was angry all the time, no friends.
But as Sam, he's a happy, well-adjusted kid.
The day I took him to get a crew cut was the best day of his life.
Ms. Bingum, I used to think that this might be a phase,
but I've come to believe that Sam was born in one body and ended up in another.
Can you imagine what that must be like?
Yes. Yes, actually, I can.
And, Mr. Simbler, I will do everything possible to help your son.
Mr. Prescott, I'm Grayson Kent, your lawyer.
Where were you last night? I kept asking for you.
I know. I'm sorry.
Listen, I don't understand why I'm here.
I'm innocent.
Docket Ending 6574, People vs. Drew Prescott.
Your Honor, given that this is a homicide,
the people ask that the defendant be held without bail.
You might want to start with the facts.
Of course.
The victim, Megan Schall, was a 20-year-old student at UCLA.
Ms. Schall was suffocated, bound by rope,
in her off campus apartment last Friday night.
The defendant had gone out on a date with the victim a week prior.
When she refused to go out with him again, he sent threatening texts.
Among other things, he called her a liar, a bitch, and a tease.
He sent several texts per day, but no texts on the day of the murder.
A few texts aren't enough to support a homicide prosecution.
As far as bail, my client is a USC graduate and a bond trader downtown.
He has strong ties to the community and no criminal record.
Do you have anything else?
Yes, your honor. We have a confession.
Megan ran into the bedroom, and I chased her,
and I pushed her down, and I bound her wrists,
and I tied her up tight, and then I grabbed a pillow,
and I... held it over her face
for two, maybe, uh, three minutes
until she stopped struggling.
Bail denied.
Obviously, my clients are very disturbed
that a pantsing situation occurred at your school.
As principal, I disciplined the offending students,
and on behalf of the school, I'm very sorry.
Thank you.
Ms. Bingum, I'm not just Harper's board president.
I'm also a lawyer, and I know what you're up to.
What I'm up to?
You're starting this meeting on the offensive.
But that will not help your case.
We all know that you're here to strong arm us
into allowing Samantha to use the boys' bathroom.
Wow.
It's like you saw right into my soul.
Yeah, I absolutely insist
that you allow Sam to use the boys' bathroom,
like he's been doing for the past three years.
Allowing a girl in the boys' room jeopardizes student safety.
We don't see our son's gender as a safety issue.
A girl in the boys' room compromises privacy.
Okay, so, is this about safety or privacy?
I'm confused.
And before you answer, you should know
there have been zero problems at public schools
where students use the bathroom
based on their gender identification, so...
Mr. Brenner, Harper prides itself on being inclusive.
Maybe we can try and work something out.
I appreciate your input, but Samantha has two choices.
She can use the girls' room, or she can leave the school.
You forgot about the third choice.
See you in court.
- You confessed? - 14 hours.
No food, no water, no sleep.
And every time I asked for a lawyer, they told me, "He's on his way."
Mr. Kent, I didn't do it.
But the cops said the paramedics revived Megan in the ambulance
and that she told them I attacked her.
They said if I didn't confess,
they'd use her words against me, and I'd get the death penalty.
But if I said I killed her,
they'd make sure the judge knew I was being helpful.
The police are allowed to lie in an interrogation.
I looked at the coroner's report.
Megan was pronounced dead at the scene.
She never said anything.
I can't believe this.
Tell me about the texts.
We had a great first date.
Then Megan ignored my messages.
I was pissed 'cause I thought we had something, but murder?
That is ridiculous.
- Where were you that night? - At home.
And, no, I can't prove it 'cause I had no idea I'd need to.
When you guys went out, did Megan mention anyone who might have motive to hurt her?
No.
She was a sweet girl. She had her life together.
Well, um, she did mention her father.
What about him?
She said he was an alcoholic, and that when Megan was a kid,
her mom got a restraining order against him.
And... and recently, he'd been trying to reconnect with her,
and she was kind of freaked about it.
- I mean, does that help? - It could.
Okay, so, what happens next?
I'll look into Megan's father, and I'll do everything I can to suppress your confession.
- Okay. - I'll be in touch.
Heard about your case.
If you're gonna yell at me for taking another pro-bono,
- don't stress your vocal cords. I'm fully committed. - I like it.
Parents fighting for their kid? I get it.
- Good. - And I did some digging
into Harper School's financial records.
You're gonna want to see this.
Uh, this is... really helpful.
I know. You're welcome.
Kim.
Any interest in being my second chair?
I thought you'd never ask.
My babies' first selfie.
The twins are looking healthy.
And I hear two strong heartbeats.
Hmm.
- Coming in. - Owen?
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
Oh, uh, Dr. Willows,
this is Owen French, my boyfriend and baby daddy.
I took the liberty of syncing up our calendars.
That way I'll always know about these appointments.
- Is that them? - Yeah.
Wow! How are they doing?
- They're doing great. - Fantastic.
Uh, is there anything else we should be doing?
You should continue to eat healthy and exercise.
Take your vitamins.
And if you want a VIP maternity room in the hospital,
you should let me know soon 'cause they go fast.
Do I want that?
Mmm, it's a bigger room, better food, flat screen TV.
- Huh. - Sign her up. On me.
- Uh, Owen, I don't need it. - No, no, no, no. I want to.
VIP babies get a VIP room.
Under California AB1266,
the school success and opportunity act,
transgender students have the right to use facilities
based on their gender identity.
That law only applies to public schools.
Harper School is private.
However, Harper School would lose their private status
if they accepted public funds.
We've never accepted public funds.
I have a receipt that shows that Harper School accepted
$100,000 in California State Aid to re-turf its athletic field.
What do you have to say, Mr. Brenner?
The state gave Harper School, LLC the money
and not Harper School Inc.,
which is a separate legal entity.
It's a difference without a distinction.
Hardly. The state approached the school about using our athletic fields
for public youth programs.
We accepted the money through a separate business entity
precisely to avoid the public funding
that might jeopardize our private status.
Taxpayer money still made it onto Harper School's campus.
I'm sorry, Ms. Bingum, but Mr. Brenner is correct.
These are different corporate entities, so AB1266 doesn't apply.
Unless you have something else...
Absolutely. I do, your honor.
Um, and I plan on arguing it right after a recess
Please.
We'll continue tomorrow.
- Of course. - Hey.
Hi. Hope your day's better than mine.
Why? What's wrong?
My client confessed to murder before I could get to him.
Because your phone was off?
That certainly didn't help.
- Grayson. Grayson. - What?
Grayson's car it's getting towed. Yeah.
Your car's getting towed real bad right now.
- I parked legally. - Afraid not.
Back tire's over the line.
You should get to the parking lot.
You big liar!
I could tell by your body language
you were about to tell Grayson about me. I had to stop you.
We were talking about our cases.
Good. Keep it that way.
Paul, why do you even care if he knows about you?
I mean, he knows about me, and nothing bad happened.
As soon as you tell him, I got to go back,
and no one but you will remember me.
Okay.
Uh, well, listen, I'll miss you,
but maybe you'll find something better.
I mean, being an intern at a law firm can't be your dream job.
Actually, it is. I love it here.
The smell of the copy room in the morning, the sound of a paper shredder,
the free staplers I love it all.
Paul, I cannot sacrifice my relationship with Grayson.
We've promised each other no more secrets.
But you need me.
Well, come on.
I have been more of a guardian angel to you than you have ever been to me.
I feed you, I dress you.
Remember last night when you fell asleep watching TV?
I took the gum out of your mouth so you wouldn't choke.
Is there anything I can say to change your mind?
Paul, I really do like you.
But if I have to pick between you and Grayson...
I pick Grayson.
I just don't see how we can beat this school
if they're not subject to state law.
I'm hoping there's something in the student handbook.
Seriously? You think a snotty private school like that
has a rule that says a transgender student
can use their gender identified bathroom?
I don't know, Kim.
Oh, actually, I do.
Follow me.
There you go.
Yeah, it's the ladies' room, and I don't have to pee, so...
Kim, what is the stick figure wearing?
- A dress. - Exactly.
Mr. Schall, 12 years ago, you were arrested
for assaulting Megan's mother, your ex-wife?
- Yes. - And after the assault,
you were sent to state ordered rehab for alcohol abuse?
That's true.
You've remained sober since then?
No, I relapsed.
Tell us about the restraining order
that forbids you from contacting Megan or her mother.
Objection. Mr. Schall is not on trial here.
- Maybe he should be. - Overruled.
Mr. Schall, answer the question.
Well, what's to answer?
I was a lousy father, worse husband.
Despite the restraining order, you recently started texting your daughter?
I wanted to make amends.
How did Megan respond?
She asked that I not contact her again.
- How did that make you feel? - Sad.
Disappointed.
And angry?
Maybe.
Your witness.
Mr. Schall, why did you try to contact Megan?
To tell her I was sorry.
Thank you.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Where were you between 8:00 and 10:00 PM
the night of your daughter's murder?
I was on the porch at my house, reading.
- Alone? - Yes, alone.
Nobody saw you?
Nobody could stand up and say you weren't
at your daughter's apartment the night of her murder?
I wasn't at my daughter's house.
Says you.
No further questions.
Mr. Kent, I loved my daughter,
and I know I've made a lot of mistakes,
but how dare you accuse me of hurting my daughter!
Order! Please.
Your Honor, there's just as much evidence against Mr. Schall
as there is against my client.
We have a confession.
- A coerced confession. - Oh, come on.
14 hours of brow beating until my client couldn't take it anymore.
Drew Prescott would have said he was from Mars
if it meant ending that interrogation.
We move to suppress the confession
and dismiss all charges against my client.
I'll take it all under advisement.
On the right is a photo of the sign
on the boys' room at Harper School,
and on the left is the girls' room.
What can those photos possibly have to do with this case?
According to the Harper School student handbook,
all students are required to wear
an official Harper School uniform
trousers, button down shirt, and a blazer,
or a skirt, a blouse, and a blazer.
Sam, would you mind standing up for me, please?
There is nothing in the handbook
that requires a boy to wear the pants
or a girl to wear the skirt.
Well, it's assumed that girls wear skirts,
but why is that relevant?
We're not arguing uniforms.
The school's bathroom doors have ideograms on them
one depicting a figure with pants and the other with a skirt.
These are the only bathroom guidelines.
Now, Sam wears pants,
so he's complied with the school rules
by using the bathroom with the ideogram in pants.
That's ridiculous.
Maybe so, but it's logically sound.
If Sam's in compliance with the school's internal regulations,
he can continue to use the boys' room.
Thank you.
We will amend the handbook
to insist that girls wear skirts and boys wear pants.
- Your Honor. - I'm ahead of you, Ms. Bingum.
You're free to change the school's guidelines,
but those changes will not apply to Sam,
as he matriculated under the current policy.
Now we're done.
I introduced another viable suspect,
but unless the judge tosses the confession,
it doesn't look good for Drew.
Never should have been a confession.
Whatever the hell you were doing that night,
I hope it was worth risking your client's freedom.
Owen.
Grayson was with me at my house.
In the future, keep your cell turned on.
Hate to say it, but he's right.
I agree.
Oh. My client's here.
- Owen said you won the case. - Yeah, we did. Excuse me.
Tom, what's going on?
Sam's been expelled.
What?
They're saying you falsified Sam's application?
Yeah, when he applied, we checked off "Boy," not "Girl."
But the principal knew what you were doing, and she supported you.
Board just fired her.
We're gonna fight this,
and the principal has grounds for wrongful termination.
I will have Kim contact her immediately.
Sam loves Harper School. He belongs there.
Listen, your son was born into the wrong body,
and he's gonna have a lot of obstacles in life,
but getting an education shouldn't be one of them.
I will fight this. I promise.
Thank you.
Having considered the evidence,
I'm ready to rule on the defendant's motion
to suppress the confession...
- Thank you. - and quash the indictment.
Excuse me, Your Honor.
Before you rule, the people would like to introduce
new evidence against the defendant.
Objection. We were not given notice of additional evidence.
- It just came to light. - What is it, then?
We executed a search warrant on the defendant's boat in the Marina.
The police recovered rope
the same kind used to bind the victim.
The crime lab compared the frayed ends. They're a match.
I'll have the report emailed to counsel and hand-delivered to chambers.
Assuming that's all true, the defendant's motions are rejected,
and we'll go right to jury selection.
Until I can view that report, we're adjourned.
A rope. In your boat.
Do you have any idea how screwed we are right now?
- The cops must have planted it. - How?
Drew, you can't fake a matching piece of rope.
Then get the evidence tossed...
or suppressed.
Whatever you lawyers do.
I can't just make things up.
And I need to explain the rope.
Can you help me so I can help you?
Yeah.
How about you tell me what to say, and then I say it?
I think I better go.
Figure out a way to get me out of here.
- Because you're innocent? - Because it's your damn job!
I want you to readmit Sam Simbler.
His expulsion is a blatant retaliation for your courtroom loss,
and firing the principal that's just further proof of your vindictiveness.
Principal Gordon was fired for failing to inform the board
that she allowed a girl to use the boys' room.
And as for your client's expulsion,
the Simblers misrepresented their daughter's gender on her application.
Well, then, we will see you back in court.
Should you opt to pursue this further,
the school will file a counterclaim.
What are you gonna do... sue the Simblers?
They misrepresented their daughter's gender
on Samantha's financial aid form.
We'd be seeking the full value
of Samantha's fraudulently obtained scholarship
$60,000.
Wow.
Oh, Mr. Brenner,
I don't know how you sleep at night.
I will see you very soon.
Think it's a good idea to be drinking right now?
He did it.
He all but confessed to me.
He killed the girl.
- So? - So I didn't become a lawyer
to put guilty predators back on the street.
Nobody wants that, Grayson! Nobody!
But everybody in that courtroom is gunning for your client,
and the only chance he has to be heard is through you!
That's how the system works.
I don't know what to argue.
Look, if you don't think you can win,
you find a weakness in the prosecution's case,
and you get the best deal you can for your client.
That's your job.
That's what Drew said.
Well, unfortunately, he's right.
Put the scotch away.
Gender dysphoria is a condition
in which a person's gender identity clashes
with the sex they're assigned at birth.
Dr. Kelly, is there a treatment protocol?
Yes. It's called acceptance.
Were the Simblers acting in their child's best interest
when they checked "Male" on the school application?
- Yes. - Thank you.
When you say Sam suffers from gender dysphoria,
that's a mental disorder, right?
We don't think of it as suffering.
But the condition is listed with the DSM, so it's a recognized disorder?
- Objection. - Overruled.
To be absolutely clear, your testimony is that Samantha is a girl
with an identity disorder, correct?
Objection! Badgering!
Actually, we withdraw that objection.
- What? - What's going on, Counselors?
We'd like the witness to answer the question.
As would I.
Yes, gender dysphoria is a recognized mental disorder.
- Thank you. - Your Honor, since Mr. Brenner contends
that Sam suffers from a mental disorder,
we would like to amend our complaint to include discrimination
under the Americans with Disabilities Act,
which applies to private schools.
No, no. No way. That's not what I meant.
Kim, listen, I don't want to argue that Sam is disabled.
Shh. Under the ADA, the school is required
to make reasonable accommodations for people with disabilities.
Stop it. Now.
Ms. Kaswell's argument has merit.
Mr. Brenner, how do you respond?
Uh, we'd like to take a recess.
Well, let's go to lunch.
How the hell could you argue disability?
- Our clients want to win. - No, they want respect
from the school and from the legal system.
And Sam is not mentally ill.
I was just using Brenner's own words against him.
- Kim. - Ms. Kaswell, you crossed the line.
Our son isn't sick or crazy.
No, of course he's not,
but since the other side made that argument,
it would be foolish not to use it to our advantage.
No, the ends don't justify the means.
We won't allow anyone to hurt Sam
- or make him feel less than what... - Dad.
I'd rather be a girl than be crazy.
Honey, you aren't crazy.
- Mr. Brenner. - Yes?
If I'm a girl, does that mean I can go back to school
and that you'll drop the lawsuit against my parents?
Yes, Samantha.
And if you hurry, you should make fourth period.
Mom, will you take me back to school?
Of course. Let's go.
Hey, sweetie, you're home.
Yeah. Um, Kim gave me a box of baby clothes.
Is this not the cutest thing you have ever seen?
Oh, my God! Look at the Little Hippo.
But, wait, I thought you were spending the evening with Owen.
I just needed a little break.
That doesn't sound good.
No, everything is going swell.
Oh, okay. You hate the word "Swell."
Jane...
Owen couldn't be sweeter. Mmm-hmm.
He synchronized our calendars.
He scheduled our Lamaze classes.
He even went all the way to house of pies at 2:00 AM
because I woke up with a craving for gooseberry pie,
and I've never even tasted a gooseberry.
Yeah, I mean, Owen's pretty much perfect.
- Mmm-hmm. And I hate it. - Oh.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
He wanted to get me the VIP maternity suite.
- Ooh! - So I said no.
- Why? - I don't know.
And the truth is... is that
I really do want to watch a flat screen TV while I'm dilating.
Of course you do. Okay, you know what?
We need to figure out why you can't accept Owen's kindness, okay?
So I'm gonna get in my PJs,
make popcorn, and we're gonna work it all out.
Okay.
Oh, hold on. It's Kim.
Hello?
What? Okay.
No, I'll be right there. Thanks.
Sorry, sweetie, I can't psychoanalyze you right now.
My client's in the hospital. I got to run.
Uh...
I saw my reflection in the classroom window.
It was me, but in a girl's uniform.
I started crying.
These older boys started laughing at me.
I ran away and tripped.
I should never have let you go to school in a skirt.
I am so sorry.
Sam, with your permission,
I would like to try and go back to court.
We won't let you say our son has a mental disorder.
No, we're dropping that argument.
I never should have used it to begin with.
I want the judge to hear from Sam.
In your own words.
Is that okay?
I had... I bound her wrists, and I tied her up tight,
and then I grabbed a pillow, and I... held it over her face
for two, maybe, uh, three minutes until...
Grayson.
- You okay? - Yeah, can I show you something?
Yeah. You look exhausted.
Here, watch this.
Two, maybe, uh, three minutes.
All right, I got to the precinct at 11:35 PM.
They told me Drew was already on his way to central booking.
- Okay. - Okay, now look at this.
Look at his watch.
It says 12:05. He was still at the precinct.
So the cops lied to you.
And they interrogated him for another two hours.
They intentionally prevented me from getting to him.
So they sent you on a wild goose chase
to buy themselves more one-on-one time with your client.
Yeah, they violated his right to counsel,
which means the judge will have to suppress the confession,
and if the confession is suppressed,
then the evidence of the rope, which places my client at the crime scene,
gets suppressed, as well.
Fruit of the poisonous tree.
So the prosecution has no case. You win.
Nice work.
A coldblooded murderer will walk.
I can't be a part of it.
Grayson, he's your client.
I know.
I mean, it means I'll likely never make partner here, but...
I need to remove myself from the case.
Um, you know what? Talk to Owen.
Just tell him how you feel.
And if that means you never make partner here, then you and I will leave.
We'll start our own firm.
I love you, Grayson.
This is all gonna be okay.
Talk to Owen.
Paul.
You can't stop me from telling Grayson the truth.
- Enough. - No, Jane, I, um...
I just wanted to give you my blessing.
As your guardian angel, I should be looking out for your best interest,
and I think telling Grayson the truth is that.
So I just, um...
I just wanted to say goodbye while I'm still here.
Well, thank you.
Yeah.
That's surprisingly...
Thank you.
You know, I really will miss you.
And your underwear on my floor.
And your inappropriately naked body on my sofa.
But, most importantly...
I'll miss your kindness.
We had fun, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, we did.
Bye, Paul.
See you.
Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm sorry I'm late.
The prenatal massage you got me went a little long.
I got you something else.
Oh, Owen, you need to stop.
- Uh-huh. - You... you bought me a car.
An extremely safe car.
Front and rear crumple zones, side airbags,
and integrated child booster seats.
Make sure we keep you and the babies safe.
That's so thoughtful.
- But no. - No?
No. I can't do this anymore.
Thank you for the car, but I can't accept it.
You know, you do these things
that I love and I hate at the same time.
Whoa, Stacy, what's going on?
I am Stacy Barrett, independent woman.
Yeah, that's what I love about you.
- I don't want to push you away. - Then don't.
But the thing is, you are treating me like a wife,
and I am not your wife, so I cannot accept
these gifts and kind acts of generosity
because it just doesn't feel right.
I understand.
- Owen, I'm sorry. - No.
You're right.
I have been treating you like a wife,
and you're not.
Let's rectify that.
What are you doing?
Stacy Barrett, independent woman...
my heart is full whenever we're together,
and it aches whenever we're apart.
And you bring me so much joy
and... and happiness, and I care about you more than anyone
or anything in the entire world.
I love you.
And would you do me the greatest honor in the entire universe
and be my wife?
Was that a yes?
Yes. Absolutely.
Mmm!
Hey. I got your message. You wanted to talk?
I want off the case.
You committed to a client facing the rest of his life in jail.
You will continue on this case until it's done.
I can't.
I discovered that the cops violated Drew's constitutional rights,
and if I raise it, Drew would go free.
I can't put a murderer back on the street.
I won't stay on the case.
Fine. If you won't, then I will.
And you're gonna be my first witness.
- What? You can't force me to... - You bet I can.
Expect a subpoena later this afternoon.
Oh, and after you testify,
you and I will discuss your future at this firm.
Sam, are you a boy or a girl?
- A boy. - And how do you know?
I just do. I mean, my parents taught me the difference
between the truth and a lie.
And this is the truth.
- Have you ever thought you were a girl? - No.
From the minute I could talk, I told my parents I was a boy.
I like boy things. I do stuff that guys do.
When I was little, I used to get invited to Princess parties,
and I'd pretend I was sick
so I wouldn't have to go and put on a dress.
I've just always been a boy.
Thank you, Sam.
Just one question.
Do you have a penis?
- Um... - My body is a mistake.
I didn't choose to be a boy any more than you did.
But I know who I am.
And I know how I feel inside.
So your answer is no. You don't have a penis.
- Objection! - We all get your point, Mr. Brenner.
And I'm ready to make my ruling.
As far as I'm concerned, Sam is a boy.
But to order the school to treat him as such
would exceed my authority under state law.
That being said, I'm dismissing the $60,000
counterclaim against the Simblers.
Beyond that, there's nothing I can do.
You are a very brave young man,
and I truly wish you the best of luck... sir.
We'll appeal. I won't stop fighting.
Yeah, but what do we do about school in the meantime?
Sam will have to enroll at the local public school.
Hi, everyone, um, I'm really sorry that I missed the hearing.
Kim, we lost.
I heard.
Ms. Gordon, are you here for the wrongful termination claim?
Nope. She's here to talk to Sam.
I just accepted a job as principal at La Brea Academy.
They have a state-of-the-art computer lab,
and it's only a few miles from your home.
Sam, would you like to attend?
- As a boy? - Of course. You are a boy.
And I can offer you a full scholarship.
Yes, thank you! Thank you so much!
Yeah.
According to the logbook, you arrived at the precinct at 11:35 PM, correct?
Correct.
At that point, you were told that your client, Drew Prescott,
had already been transported to central booking?
Correct.
Your Honor, I move to suppress Drew Prescott's confession,
as his interrogation was unconstitutional.
Consequently, all evidence flowing
from said confession is tainted.
I demand that the court dismiss all charges.
Mr. Saginaw.
Maybe his watch was wrong.
You're going to need to do better than that.
The law is clear.
Mr. Prescott requested a lawyer. Access was denied.
I have no choice but to dismiss the charges.
You know, Sam's a pretty remarkable kid.
I know. I'm glad it all worked out.
- Yeah. Thanks for your help. - You're welcome.
You put a killer back on the street. I hope you're happy.
Let me be clear. Your conduct on this case was disgraceful.
Mr. Kent.
Nice work, Counselor.
And, Mr. French, you're a credit to your profession.
Oh, look, Owen and Grayson are here.
Grayson! Grayson!
No!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Grayson.
Yeah, yeah, I need I need an ambulance.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Please, Grayson.
Oh, my God. Grayson.
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