Drop Dead Diva

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.

Previously on "Drop Dead Diva"...

Oh, look, Owen and Grayson are here.

- Grayson! Grayson! -

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Where am I?

Grayson, you're in the hospital.

Do you remember what happened?

My boyfriend is gonna propose,

and I'm not supposed to know about it...

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- -

- Grayson. What's happening? - The bullet fragment embolized

and blocked the pulmonary artery.

He's in V-fib.

All right. Put the pads on now.

Roll him towards me.

Charging the 360.

- All clear? - Clear.

Shock.

- Asystole. - Check for pulse.

Negative.

No pulse.

I'm calling it.

Time of death... 5:17 PM.

Sweetie, have you packed yet?

I'm not going to London with you, Stacy.

I just... can't do it.

You haven't left the house for seven days

since Grayson's funeral.

I'm going back to bed.

No, Jane. Listen.

Right now, I know what's best for you.

Stacy, you should be with Owen, planning your wedding.

Taking you out of town was Owen's idea.

He's worried about you, too.

You're not gonna give up, are you?

It's something I learned from my best friend.

Okay. Fine.

Okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

I need to talk to you about Grayson.

What is there to say?

Owen, he was a dear friend to me,

but we can't let his death take down the firm.

Kim.

He was next in line for partner, and now...

he's gone.

And for all practical purposes, Jane is, too.

We need to make a new hire.

Oh, my God. Do you hear what you're saying?

I do.

And now I need you to hear me. We're partners.

And if we can't fill the void, the firm is in trouble,

and you know that.

We have to clean out his office and find a replacement.

You know I'm right.

Kim, there's a man with a puppet in your office.

Yeah, I know. It's my 10:00.

I got to go.

So nice to meet you.

Hey, what about me? Don't talk to him.

He's just my hired hand.

Micky, please. I am so sorry.

Micky didn't get enough sleep last night.

Okay. Uh, on the phone, you mentioned

that you were having some sort of problem with KB Airlines?

Micky and I perform all over the country.

I no longer "bag check" Micky

because, well, 10 years ago, they lost him.

Oh, I wasn't lost. I was in hell!

Or maybe it was Detroit.

Uh, I always get those two mixed up.

I never want to hear the words "Let me check your bag" again

unless it's followed by "Turn your head and cough."

It took two days to get Micky back.

And ever since then, it is in my venue contract

that Micky gets his own ticket and his own seat.

It's the least those cheap bastards can do.

Well, 10 years ago, when all this happened,

I enrolled Micky under KB Airlines' frequent flyer program

under the name Micky Woodhead.

And they always gave him his points

as long as I kept buying him a seat.

Okay. Show her the letter.

Yeah, yeah. So, only yesterday,

we get this letter from the Airlines telling us

that we're in violation

of KB Airlines' frequent flyer program.

They've cancelled both of your accounts.

That's over 2 million miles.

Look, the thing is,

Micky and I finally started using those miles

to travel the world.

Help us, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're our only hope.

It sounds like the airline is gonna argue that your creation

of an account for... Micky constitutes fraud.

So why don't I set up a meeting with KB Airlines

and we'll see about getting both of your accounts back?

Then maybe you and me can have dinner somewhere romantic?

Yeah.

You're cute, but I don't date clients or... props.

Jane. Uh, w-what are you doing here?

You're supposed to be on your way to the airport with Stacy.

I left my passport in my desk.

How are you holding up?

I-I'm... fine.

Do you need to talk?

- I'm not ready. - Sure.

What? What the hell are you doing?

Uh, Owen asked me to clean out Grayson's office.

I didn't know you were gonna be here.

This is not okay.

I will go through Grayson's things. No one else.

And it can wait until I get back from my trip.

I'm sorry. I-I thought this would be easier.

Excuse me. I'm Penny Hobbs.

I'm looking for Grayson Kent.

He's representing me in my defamation case.

Is everything okay?

Grayson was... killed last week.

Oh, God.

We'll contact the court and get a continuance.

Of course. I'm so sorry.

You know what, Penny? We don't need a continuance.

I'll represent you.

I'm... I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm Jane Bingum. I'm a partner here.

And I... was Grayson's girlfriend.

Penny, would you mind waiting in reception

and give us just one minute?

Of course.

Paul!

I thought I told you to call the court clerks

and notify them about Grayson so they could notify his clients.

I called the first clerk.

But I couldn't get the words out.

- I was too emotional. - Excuse me.

Paul, can you put the box in my office?

And I'm gonna go speak to my client.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

You are in no condition to work.

Grayson told me all about this case.

It was important to him, so it's important to me.

I'm up to speed.

- You're up to speed? - Yes.

A few months ago, Penny's younger brother was killed

when his car was broadsided by Tom Jessup, a drunk driver.

Now, thanks to Tom's high-priced attorney,

he was acquitted and never spent a single day in prison.

Now he is suing Penny for $3 million for defamation.

The drunk driver is suing the victim's sister?

Yes. Penny was upset that Tom literally got away with murder,

and she decided she had to do something.

Penny's a computer programmer,

so she hacked into Tom's employer's website

and posted the word "Murderer" next to Tom's name

in the employee directory.

Now he's suing her.

Listen, Owen... I need to represent her for Grayson.

There's nothing you can say that can stop me.

Hey.

I've been waiting in the cab for 20 minutes for Jane.

- Where is she? - Meeting with a client.

No, no, no. We're going to London.

I'm sorry. She's helping one of Grayson's clients.

It's the first time

she's looked interested in anything since he died.

Oh. Well, then it's a good thing,

although I was looking forward

to seeing the real Downton Abbey.

Excuse me.

- Owen. - Hey. Oh! Hey.

Are you seriously eating a doughnut?

I'm stressed out.

Is that doughnut helping?

I think it might be, yeah.

Owen, we had a deal. You give up empty calories,

I give up buying matching outfits for the twins.

I'm a weak man, Stacy.

I want you to be healthy for the babies.

I'll go to the gym tonight. Hmm?

Ever since you read that story on shower fungus,

you've been terrified of the gym.

You could lose a foot.

- Thank you. - Thanks for caring.

Now that your paperwork is processed,

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