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-Previously...
-I wanted to see Frank's new girl.

What's her name again?
Isabelle.

How would you feel about being
promoted to equity partner?

Can we keep this between us?

He asked me to emcee
their wedding.

Imagine if you'd said yes?
Daniel, you didn't!

-Why is he always here?
-Because he's my boyfriend.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

It's an All-inclusive Mexican cruise.

When the concert's over, text me.

Good morning.

So? How was your
kid's concert last night?

-Predictably awful.
-I'm sorry I missed your messages.

I was burning the midnight oil on a
mortgage fraud case, and fell asleep.

I texted you at 8:30.

Try reading 300 pages of
conveyancing and staying awake.

Your Honor, I present Exhibit A,

the button indentation in my cheek
from falling asleep on my couch.

I'm not satisfied the prosecution
has met the burden of proof.

You can't be the defense
and the judge.

Fine. Maybe we could enter
into a plea bargain over dinner?

Deal.

"Onboard experiences include movies
under the stars..."

Oh, a Vegas-style casino.

There's a "groovy '60s"
theme night on the first Saturday.

-Fun.
-I'll pack my bell-bottoms.

Manzanillo's one of the
ports-of-call, maybe we can surf.

Yeah.

Who's texting you so early?

Another client who's upset that
I canceled last-minute.

I'll just offer to do a Zoom session
from the boat.

-You are allowed to take a vacation.
-You're right. Okay.

Okay.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

-Why are you in such a good mood?
-Dad is making me equity partner.

Daniel! That's awesome!
I'm so happy for you.

Promise not to tell Abby
until it's done.

Isn't she the reason you were
made partner?

-She'll find a way to sabotage it.
-You're being paranoid, but fine.

-So, what'd you get up to last night?
-Nothing. Just hung out at Roz's.

You've been doing that a lot
these days. Are you two dating?

No. She rented a horror movie
and was afraid to watch it alone.

-What movie?
-Ghost.

Ghost? The one with
the sexy-times pottery scene?

We're just friends, Winston.

-Did she cuddle up to you?
-She was cold.

It's 24 degrees out.
Wake up, Cecil! She's into you.

Mankind invented the word "muffin"

so we can lie about eating cake
for breakfast.

-I don't know what you mean.
-How convenient.

-Good morning!
-Good morning.

Naomi and Genzo Hirota.
Here to see Abigail Bianchi.

My therapist, Lucy Svensson,
referred us to you.

-We need help with some paperwork.
-Of course.

Are you updating your wills?
Setting up a trust fund?

No. No, nothing like that.
I want to die.

Family Law

Naomi was diagnosed with
Alzheimer's two years ago.

-I'm sorry.
-So am I.

I want a medically-assisted death
when I'm ready.

Okay. To do that, you'll need to

-submit a written request.
-Did it.

That needs to be approved by
two independent practitioners.

-Done.
-Naomi's already been accepted.

So what do you need me for?

Because it's Alzheimer's, Naomi
requires a waiver of final consent.

I want a lawyer to go through it
with a fine-tooth comb

to ensure I'm not held hostage
by administrative BS

when I'm ready to pull the trigger,
so to speak.

She gets an unreasonable amount of
joy from getting her ducks in a row.

Drives our son mad.

Crossing tasks off a list
is one of life's purest pleasures,

which you would know,
if you'd ever made one.

It's my understanding the waiver
of final consent allows people

with conditions like Alzheimer's to
make provisions to end their life

in advance, while they still
have the capacity.

-Yes, thank goodness.
-So why wait to submit it?

When you sign it, you have to
set a date for your death.

Naomi's not ready to do that.

If I wait too long and I cross
the line into mental incapacity,

I won't be allowed
to sign the waiver.

The system basically says, "here's a
staircase to a torture chamber.

you can turn back from the chamber
any time and not be tortured,

but if you cross the line into it,
you can never turn back."

Well, it would be my privilege
to review the paperwork

and be your lawyer on record.

I can't believe you roped me
into signing off on a mercy killing.

Naomi is a long-time client.

She's always wanted to end her life
before she loses herself.

She's sharp as a tack!

Her intelligence fools people.
her condition is deteriorating.

-I feel like the Grim Reaper.
-If he was a notary.

I think it's wonderful people finally
have some agency over their deaths.

A friend did prison time in the '90s
for helping her husband end his life.

People who help a family member die
can still be charged.

Glad to hear that.
I've got too many relatives

-motivated to see me six feet under.
-Relax, Harry. We wouldn't kill you.

You'd just come back
to haunt us like a bad smell.

Dad's ghost roaming the halls,
hovering over his children.

So, exactly like it is now?

All this death talk
is ruining my Cobb salad.

You three.

Ms. Bianchi?
Mr. Bianchi is here to see you.

Send him in.

Hey. What's up?

I was at Vaziri & Roth downstairs,
so I figured I'd just drop by.

How about I take the kids
to Cirque de Lune Thursday night?

-It's my week.
-No, I know.

That's why I'm asking you.

Isabelle won tickets.
Sofia and Nico are dying to see it,

and you're probably too busy
with work to have plans.

-How do you know I don't?
-Do you?

Not yet.

Whatever your decision is, it's fine.
I just thought I'd ask.

Okay. All right. Yeah.

Great. Thanks.

Don't say anything.
Isabelle wants to surprise them.

ACCOMMODATING

I can't believe you agreed
to emcee Martina's wedding.

I know you hate yourself,
but this is next level.

-Want to be my plus-one?
-No! I don't want to see

your self-inflicted torture.

There's a five-course meal,

-open bar, hot bridesmaids.
-I'm in! I'm a good friend.

So do you like my new patio heater?

I do, but promise me
you'll get secure the gas line.

Falls are the leading cause
of fatal injuries for senior--

-Do not dare say that "S" word.
-Among sexy, mature adults.

Nice save.

You know, I don't have many regrets
in my life, Joanne,

but my biggest is all the years
I lost with you.

Harry, you should have
a second martini

on an empty stomach more often.

-I like the sentimental side.
-I might sell the penthouse.

-Where would you move?
-I already spend most nights here.

-Are you asking to move in with me?
-It makes sense. What do you think?

I think, that when I have George
come and deal with that cord,

I'll ask for a closet estimate,
I'm not sharing a walk-in with you.

-You're already overbooked.
-Offer her an 8:00 pm appointment.

The head-shrinking business
is booming.

Kelly and I are going
on vacation next week,

I have to reschedule clients.

I wish Bowen would take me on one.

I can't understand why anybody
would pay money

to go to a floating Petri dish
in the middle of the ocean.

-It was a surprise from Kelly.
-Frank's parents surprised us

with a trip to Italy once.

-That's generous!
-With them.

I'm still triggered by gondolas.

Naomi.
Our appointment isn't until 3:00.

That's not why we're here.

Our son is trying to take away
my right to die.

He's applied for an injunction
to block his mother's access

to a medically-assisted death.

Why are you doing this, August?

He believes she's rushing
her decision.

Us three always
make decisions together.

You've cut me out of this.

Your mother's death
isn't going to vote.

Advancements are being made
all the time.

-They could find a cure.
-Or they could colonize Mars,

but neither are happening
in my lifetime.

You still garden, enjoy symphonies,
go on walks with your friends.

-Your quality of life is good.
-I'll be the judge of that.

Don't you want to meet
your future grandchildren?

I understand this is emotionally
fraught for your client,

but my client has the legal right
to die on her terms. End of story.

I just don't understand.

He won't drop this.

It's a waste of resources
and her time.

She's his mother.

He's not thinking straight.

I can't believe, after all the
medical appointments and red tape,

my plans are being sabotaged
by my own son.

It's scary to imagine
a world without your mom in it.

August has always struggled
with mortality.

When he was seven,
his pet salamander died.

He kept Mr. Mango
in the freezer for a year

because he didn't want
to part with him.

What would you tell August
if he were here right now?

Naomi?

You were telling me about August.

-August? Yes.
-Your son.

Did I ever tell you, when he was
seven, his pet salamander died.

He kept the thing in the freezer
for a year.

I read your changes
to the partnership.

You added a clause that contractually
obliges me to retire in three years?

-Five and we have a deal.
-Seriously?

Danny, one day, you'll realize
there's more to life than work.

I'll have Jerri revise it
and we'll sign next week.

If you'll excuse me, Joanne and I
are going out on her friend's yacht.

She bought me
a snazzy new boating blazer.

Jerri.

I finished my moral inventory
and I'm ready to share it.

Congratulations, Abby.
How about Friday, before work?

Done!

-Hi.
-Hiya, sweetheart!

I'm here to collect Harry.

While I have you,
I might as well tell you,

your father's moving in with me.

Congratulations.

No snide remarks? Cautionary tales?
Rehashing of childhood traumas?

No. At least he's the devil you know.

Abby...

Naomi's window to get her waiver
is closing faster than we thought.

I was hoping August
would come to his senses and stop.

So was I. We're scheduled
in court at 10:00 am tomorrow.

You didn't come all this way
to tell us that in person.

Naomi, I noticed decreased
cognition in our session.

I saw the alarm in your eyes today,
and I thought,

"I don't know who's at the
wheel of my noggin, but it's not me."

-Please stop.
-Genzo, this is the reality.

No use sugar-coating it.

I'm concerned that your condition is
deteriorating faster than expected.

So, what say the sisters?

Assuming I get August's application
dismissed tomorrow--

You may want to the waiver of final
consent sooner rather than later.

I'll make a fresh pot.

When Genzo and I bought this place,

we vowed we were going to live
beautiful lives here,

and then die beautiful deaths here.

Joked we'd end it all with a
barbiturate and whiskey cocktail,

in a little grove
at the back of the property,

listening to Bach's Prelude No. 1.

We were so young
that the concept of death

was abstract enough to be romantic.

I'll think on a death date.

Mom, can we bike to Granville Island
to get a Lee's Donut?

That's very specific.

We do it with Isabelle on Tuesdays
before Dad gets home.

I wish I could,
but I have to prep for tomorrow.

What's the case?

Well...
My client is very sick and suffering,

and she wants to pass on, but her son
is having trouble understanding that.

They don't want her to die,
but she's offing herself anyway.

You want her to kill herself?

It's complicated.
I'll make the bike ride up to you.

Tomorrow night, we are going to do
a super-special family activity.

-What is it?
-It's a surprise.

By "surprise", she means
she has no idea.

Winston? Cecil? I'm headed to court,

but find me
a super-special family activity

-I can do with my kids tonight.
-On it.

Isn't it weird you keep asking us
when we don't have kids?

VanDusen Botanical Garden?

If there's one thing about teens,
it's that they love a good perennial.

-Capilano Suspension Bridge?
-They lose it for bridges!

-Cirque de Lune?
-That'd be great, but--

Never mind.
Only tickets left are VIP experience,

backstage access, $1,200 a pop.

That would be a night for the ages.

Book three seats.

Your Honor, we're asking the court
to dismiss Mr. Hirota's application.

The health authorities
have a thorough process,

which she has already passed.

Her application was approved
by two independent physicians.

Seems pretty cut-and-dried to me.

We have new evidence
to support our claim.

What Ms. Bianchi is conveniently
omitting

is that Ms. Hirota's
application was denied

by her family physician of 23 years.

It was also denied by the second
she applied to, and the third.

In fact, Ms. Hirota went
on a doctor-shopping spree.

Subpoenaed medical records
show she tailored her story

to conceal a history of depression.

She gamed it
to get what she wanted.

We are now seeking a declaration
that Ms. Hirota does not,

in fact, meet the requirements for
medical assistance in dying at all.

Why did your family doctor
deny you?

Euthanasia wasn't "compatible"
with the Hippocratic oath.

And the second and third doctors?

When I'm feeling good, my words
aren't enough. They want proof.

-She's too eloquent for her own good.
-I refuse to do the song and dance.

physicians are reluctant
to sign off on it,

especially for a new patient.

Do you suffer from depression?

I felt despondent in the few years
preceding my diagnosis,

but it has nothing to do with this.

-Did you lie about it?
-Of course, I did.

I resent that I had to, to get some
stranger to grant me permission

to make a decision
about my own body.

This complicates things
but we'll fight it.

Fight it quickly, please.

Talked to Heather. She's champing
at the bit to list the penthouse.

You're not wasting any time.

I've done enough of that.
To the next chapter.

Dear God, what is this?
"Sparkling wine"?

We drank it the night we moved
into our very first place together.

Oh. Our beach shack.
We were so poor then.

We had two bowls
and just kept washing them.

Remember we would eat butter and
blackberry jam baguettes for dinner?

That might have been
your aversion to cooking,

not our financial status.

-I don't think the stove worked.
-Did you ever turn it on?

Do you remember that fabulous
summer solstice party?

Oh, when half your firm showed up?
It was so bloody hot that day.

You decided to do away
with your clothes.

-You were horrified.
-Most of the party followed suit.

Boaters must've thought
we were a nudist colony.

We all ran into the ocean
to cool off.

And then, at sunset,
we built that bonfire on the beach.

Al pulled out his guitar...

Yes, and we sang
Dance Me to the End of Love.

It was a great night.

It was.

Until, I walked in on you
and Luna in the bathroom.

Was that that party?

How did that fire-breather not burn
his face off? That was insane!

Was that your favorite part?

Yeah, and when they
did flips on bamboo sticks.

And when the clown farted
and blamed you!

To be clear, it was the clown.
What about you, Sof?

-Meeting the trapeze artist.
-You just liked his muscles.

-And his artistry.
-Best show I've seen in my life.

I have to admit,

you delivered with
the super-special family activity.

Where do you think Dad and Isabelle
are taking us tomorrow night?

Dr. Svensson, how long has
Ms. Hirota been a client of yours?

-Four years.
-Describe her personality.

She is fiercely intelligent,
self-aware, funny.

When did you diagnose Ms. Hirota

-with depression?
-Two years ago.

What do you attribute it to?

Objection! Dr. Svensson
is not a medical doctor.

She has expertise in Alzheimer's.

It is entirely appropriate
she respond.

Overruled.

I believe it was a precursor
to her Alzheimer's disease.

So it could be viewed
as an early stage of her disease

-and not as a mood disorder?
-Yes.

Do you believe Naomi Hirota
should have

access to a medically assisted death?

I do.

Thank you, Dr. Svensson.
Counsel rests.

Court is adjourned until 4:00.
I'll have a decision by then.

Winston! Roz just texted, do I want
to come over to watch 9 1/2 Weeks.

-Oh, wow!
-What do I do?

-What do you want to do?
-Roz.

Okay. What's your
underwear situation?

They have candy canes on.

Buy new underwear immediately.
Not tighty-whities!

How was Cirque?

-Awesome! They loved it. I'm a hero.
-Glad the tickets worked out.

Sofia just tagged me.

If Frank calls or shows up,
I'm unavailable.

-Okay. You're welcome!
-I need you to watch Craig for a bit.

Your whole family
underappreciates me,

but you appreciate me,
don't you, Craig?

Yes, you do! Yes, you do.

After the wedding,
we'll do dinner.

You introduce Martina's family,
then mine, then do your speech.

I got a couple of questions
for stuff I can fold into the speech.

-Dan, my man, bringing his "A" game.
-Always.

-First question, how did you meet?
-In a bar.

In Montreal.
See, Martina caught my eye

when she ate the worm
from a tequila bottle.

-Gross.
-Thank you.

then told the bar
it tasted like drunk chicken,

and proceeded to do
a drunk-chicken dance.

We spent the night talking
and laughing.

When the bar closed,
we walked all over.

As the sun rose, I realized
I'd never felt more like my true self

than with this goofy,
worm-eating woman.

I'd already fallen
madly in love with her.

Lucky me, I get to spend
my life with her.

That's beautiful, man.

Next question.

Ms. Bianchi? We've got a consult.
She specifically asked for you.

Put her in the boardroom.

Hello, Abby.

-What are you doing here?
-I wanted to talk to you one-on-one.

There's clearly been some friction
between us.

I don't know how there could be.
I don't even know you.

You ruined our evening with the kids.

My kids.

I understand how my presence
in Sofia and Nico's lives might

make you feel vulnerable,

I could never replace you,
nor would I.

I'm just really hoping we can find
a way to be on better terms.

So audacious of you to presume you
know anything about me or how I feel.

I didn't mean to overstep at all.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm due back in court.

You can pay for this consult
at reception on your way out.

Oh, and heads up, I'm expensive.

Should Ms. Hirota have lied
about her medical history? No.

But it's ridiculous to think

that a bout of the blues
should be held against her.

As I get on in years,
I take solace in knowing

that I don't have to suffer
needlessly at the end of my life.

You may not understand
your mother's choice,

but it's her choice to make.

I'm dismissing your application.

All rise!

You're free to book your appointment
for the waiver of final consent.

It's at 9:00 am tomorrow.

You weren't kidding
about lining up those ducks.

August?

You know I would love nothing more
than to meet my future grandchildren.

But at that point,
I won't know who they are,

or who you are.

But I'll know who you are.

August!

He just needs time.

The one thing I can't give him.

Say, you are one lucky guy...

Okay.

Craig, do you think I hate myself?

Come on.

-Martina?
-Hey.

-Do you have time for a short chat?
-Sure.

-What's up?
-I can't do this.

-I can't emcee your wedding.
-Then why did you say you'd do it?

Quinn asked me, he's my friend.
What could I do?

Not befriend my boyfriend
in the first place!

I'm sorry. I understand.

I just have to figure out
what I'm going to say to Quinn.

I can say you had to leave town
for a family emergency.

What if I run into him?

You got the Norwalk virus.

He'll show up with ginger ale
because he's that good of a guy.

You backed out because you
are scared of public speaking.

I'm a lawyer, Martina!

Never mind. I'll just do it.

-You don't have to, Daniel.
-No. I made a commitment.

I can suck it up for one night.

Then, we never have
to see each other again.

Do you want to sample
some wedding cake?

So, I convinced my mother
the bathroom smells

because a skunk climbed
into the window.

-She didn't believe you!
-She called pest control!

Oh, my god!

I'm standing there, so high, acting
normal while my mom tells this guy

from pest control how a skunk
sprayed in the bathroom,

but the smell is pretty much
gone now.

Bless your mother's heart.

The guy is staring right at me,
like, "Uh-huh."

-Pest control has your number.
-But he covers for me.

Convinces her it must've been a baby
skunk with short-acting spray.

When he goes, he warns me to enjoy
baby skunks responsibly.

-Craig, you okay?
-Oh, he doesn't look so hot.

Do you think he got
into the chocolate cake?

Chocolate is toxic to dogs.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

He's been in there for hours.

-Do you think that's a bad sign?
-No.

How did he get into the cake?

How did I not notice?
Why wasn't I watching?

Daniel, listen to me.
Accidents happen.

You're a good dog dad.
Craig's going to be fine. Okay?

Okay. Thank you.

-You can go.
-I'm not going anywhere.

Do you think it's possible to love
two people at the same time?

Heather says the
photographer is coming.

The penthouse can be
on the market by Monday.

Amazing.

-Who's that?
-Daniel. I'll see him in the office.

I'll make another latte.
Would you like one?

I'm good.

-How's Naomi today?
-She's nervous.

I'll give you
three words to remember,

pineapple, sunrise, chair.

-Got it?
-Yes.

Now I want you to draw a clock
on this piece of paper.

All right.
Now set the hands to ten-past nine.

We can come back to the clock
at the end.

Now repeat back the three words
I asked you to remember.

Chair...

She would have passed
with flying colors yesterday.

Chair, pear... something.
I don't remember the words.

She barely slept last night.
I've never seen her this bad.

It's possible Naomi
is experiencing delirium.

Which is what?

An abrupt change in mental status.
Dementia sufferers are susceptible.

It presents as acute confusion,
usually brought on by stress.

Any unusual stressors
in her life recently?

-Her son taking her to court.
-That would do it.

Can you take that into account?

This woman can't have
her autonomy taken away

because she had a bad day.

Just stamp it.

I can't sign her waiver of final
consent. Not today. I'm sorry.

Delirium is usually temporary.

Hopefully, she will return to her
previous level of cognitive function,

or something close.
You can try again. Good luck.

My wife has no fear of dying.

Her only fear
was ending up a vegetable.

All her damn ducks lined up,
and here we are anyway.

Thank God.

Mr. Craig did great.

He was sedated
to pump his stomach,

so he'll be a bit dopey.

-Thank you.
-Good boy!

-You scared me!
-Dopey little scrinch.

-Thanks for sticking with me.
-Where else would I have been?

Guess I'll see you at the wedding.

Goodbye, Martina.

Bye.

I'd block off three hours,
to be safe.

Retired lawyers
love a three-martini lunch.

-And you're late!
-Apologies.

I had a long night.
Walk of shame, baby!

It's not a walk of shame when you're
strutting in like a peacock, Cecil.

Apologies for the crumpled attire,
Ms. Bianchi.

I spent the night at milady's.

Who's this "milady?"
-Hello, Cecil.

-You forgot your mouthguard.
-Oh! Thank you.

May I offer you a juice box?

-Oh, you may!
-Right this way.

-Hi, Roz.
-Hi.

I can't speak to you
without your lawyer.

My mother left me a voicemail
an hour ago.

It was a goodbye.
I accept her decision.

I'm not trying to stop her. I went by
the house, but they aren't there.

She can't die not knowing
how much I love her.

And what an incredible mother
she was.

So, please, do you have any idea
where she is?

I just need to see her one more time.

Mom!

-August?
-It's okay.

I'm so sorry. I want to be with you
for this to say goodbye.

-I'm so glad you're here.
-Me too.

I never saw you here.
I never saw him here.

-Thank you.
-It was an honor to know you.

Likewise.

-Hey!
-Hi.

Hi.

-How was your day?
-Put a murderer away for life. Yours?

-I helped a woman kill herself.
-That lines up.

Oh, and I had a one-on-one
with Isabelle yesterday.

She booked a consult to try to trap
me in a touchy-feely conversation.

-Wow.
-Yeah! Isn't that sneaky?

I mean, not as sneaky as taking your
kids for a VIP Cirque experience

the night before she's taking them
to see it in the nosebleeds, but yes.

I don't know if I enjoy your view.

You have no idea
how good you've got it.

The men my mother used to date?
Yowza.

-We have that "yowza" in common.
-Seriously, though.

Your ex is dating a woman
who's invested in your kids,

and holds no ill will towards you.
You hit the jackpot.

Hi.

Should I be scared right now?
I do have a trowel.

I come in peace. Here.
This is for you.

It's a refund for your consultation.

We didn't do the full hour, so.

I appreciate it. You weren't kidding.

You are expensive.
I'm sorry for the stunt.

I really shouldn't have come to
your work. That was--

Okay. Can you not take
the high road right now?

I'm trying to do a thing.

I also came here to say that there
might be some merit to what you said.

I might be open to the idea
of being on better terms.

Do you want to come in
for a cup of tea?

I think that's probably enough
for one day.

Okay.

Hey, how did you know
where I live?

Heather says the photos
of the penthouse are terrific.

She anticipates a bidding war.

We should think on how
we want to spend the spoils.

I've always wanted
to ride The Orient Express.

I don't think I can do this, Harry.

-The Orient Express?
-No.

I don't have to sell it,
if that's what--

I think that we need to end this.

Where is this coming from?
Isn't everything perfect between us?

It is.

But I can't stop waiting
for when it isn't...

or when I find you in the
bathroom with a "Luna."

Please... That was a lifetime ago,
Joanne!

I have been completely faithful.

I believe you.

But that doesn't change
the fact that the deeper in we get,

the more scared
I get that you'll leave me.

But you're catastrophizing!
I'm not going anywhere.

That isn't the point.
I despise this version of myself.

This woman who gets jealous
when Zina comes into the office,

of when I see you talking
to Linda.

I was being polite to your friend.

Do you think enjoyed hearing
about her intermittent fasting?

I hated that feeling then
and I hate it now.

I don't want to be
that person ever again.

So don't be her.

I love you, Harry...

but I have to end
this relationship now, on my terms.