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Previously on Family Law.

Ow!

We're done, Kelly.

This was my apartment first.

If you don't get out
now, I'll have the police

charge you with assault.

What possible good can
come from you hanging out with

Martina's boyfriend?

If we hadn't acted on
our feelings, maybe I could

have found a way to
stay friends with both of

them.

Your mic is hot.

Dean Barlow called me this morning.

I'll be representing him in his divorce.

His wife called me.

I'll be representing her.

I guess we'll be seeing more of each other.

- Harry's here. My ten o'clock.
- What do you see?

The entrails of an innocent
man after he's had his

character unjustly assassinated
by a heartless she-devil.

This is your second chance.

And last.

- Thank you.
- Don't make me regret it.

I miss that.

Me too.

What kind of idiot would risk losing this?

It'd have to be a pretty big one.

Mm-hmm.

Which is why you're coming to
a meeting with me tonight, right?

Mm-hmm.

If it's about returning your chip...

If it's about listening to
people's tales of woe...

Can't we just skip it and
come straight here instead?

We can absolutely come
back here after the meeting.

Come on, they're not all downers.

Pam's hilarious.

- Not intentionally.
- Exactly.

Your father wasted no time
diving back into the dating pool.

The only reason you know that
is because you're also on that site.

Didn't you dump him?

I don't appreciate being
ganged up on by two lawyers

in my own house.

I gotta get to work.

You have a good day.

Both of you.

I'd lock that down if I were you.

- Have you talked about moving in together?
- What?

We've only been seeing
each other a few months.

What is going on with your house?

Have you and Frank
picked a real estate agent?

Gabby Lipton is a top one percent.

We're using someone on the West Side.

I thought you weren't talking
to Gabby anymore after she

bought the same dress as
you for the black and white ball.

Oh yeah, that.

I got over it.

We're going to Pilates together today.

What about her?
She sounds like a catch.

She's been married three times.

So have you.

Oh, oh, look.

Love sailing, fine dining, and biographies.

"If "your" looking for someone",
if "your", no apostrophe R-E.

It's a typo.

It's bad grammar and
lacks attention to detail.

And that's a deal breaker, is it?

Oh, okay, okay.

What's wrong with door number three?

Mensa member, runs her
own tech firm, writing a book

on the rise of global populism.

- It sounds...
- Disgusting.

Like this conversation.

Oh... no.

Must feel great to be free of Kelly.

It is.

But I keep beating myself up over it.

Like, how could I have been so stupid?

And you're not listening to me.

Oh my God, Daniel.

- You have to stop creeping on Martina.
- It's not her page.

It's Fodder's.

What do you think it means?

Fodder's closed.

Maybe she moved back to Montreal.

Do you think he stayed?
They must have broken up, right?

Whatever Martina and Quinn
are doing, he needs to stay clear.

For your own sake, okay?

- Still hooked on that podcast?
- Split Town.

It's amazing.

I feel like it's speaking directly
to my breakup with Bowen.

I've got the cure for your loneliness.

My roommates are moving to Calgary.

Your parents?

Yeah.

To be closer to my sister and her kids.

They sold the house to a developer.

Really didn't think they were
going to bulldoze it that quickly.

Anyway, I need to find a new place to live

by the end of the week.

And since Roz won't let
me jump straight from my

- parents' house to hers...
- Smart woman.

And you're just moping
around all by yourself?

I figure two birds, one stone.

- I have a one-bedroom.
- Plus den.

- It's a walk-in closet.
- I can make it work.

You know what they say, Cecil?

Good boundaries make good friendships.

Yeah, that's what my parents said too.

- New client
- Thanks.

Is that...? Steps 8 and 9.

Making amends.

- Think I'm ready.
- Who's at the top?

Julie Craven.

She was my best friend in college.

She was always up for anything.
So fun.

We laughed a lot. I miss that.

- What happened?
- She dumped me.

Out of the blue.

I blamed her for years, but...
looking back...

I was a pretty crappy friend.

- Have you reached out to her?
- Yep.

I found her online and DM'd her.

Can I ask why Julie is
the first name on that list?

I wanted to start with an easy one.

There's no such thing as an easy amends.

[KNOCKING]

Miss Bianchi, your 9am is in the boardroom.

Sigrid?

Abigail Bianchi.

So what can I do for you?

My best friend Reyes ghosted me.

We've been like this since second grade.

We had our first sleepovers together.

We bought our first bras together.

Shared every detail of our first kisses.

We spoke every day for 25 years.

Now she ignores my calls.

That must be very painful.

- But is there a specific legal issue?
- Yes.

She stole our babies.

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Raya couldn't have kids of her own.

I agreed to be surrogate for
her and her husband, Tom.

Did they pay you?

No, it's illegal to pay for surrogacy.

So you offered to be their
surrogate purely out of friendship?

Of course. She's my best friend.

I mean, she was.

- I don't know anymore.
- Did you go to a clinic?

Yes. The doctor implanted
three of Raya and Tom's embryos.

Two of them stuck.

- You carried twins?
- Two little girls.

They were both there at
every ultrasound appointment.

And Raya was there for every
yoga class, for every checkup.

We were closer than ever
during the whole pregnancy.

Right up until I gave birth.

The twins were having
some breathing issues.

They were taken away for tests.

I never even got to see them.

- Raya and Tom took them and left.
- You're kidding.

You carried their kids for nine months?

Every time I called them,
they had some other excuse.

The babies were sick or
their in-laws were visiting.

Then they just stopped responding.
They even moved.

I have no idea where they live.

I just want to make sure they're okay.

I'm really sorry this happened to
you, Sigrid, but without a contract?

Oh, we have a contract.

So, what do you think?

You're the firm's fertility expert?

How many times? Fertility law expert.

All she wanted was to
hold the babies after they

were born and see them as they grew up.

- I can read.
- Can you believe that? Twins!

Who the hell is that selfless?

I don't even offer to drive
my friends to the airport.

- What friends?
- My friends.

You just don't know them.

This is a legally binding
surrogacy contract.

The couple is clearly
in breach of the terms.

You have my permission
to draft a with-prejudice letter

advising the Sinclairs to comply.

I'm sorry, I have your permission?

Yes, and I will review
it before you send it.

Have you forgotten what Harry
said about micromanaging me?

- What's Frank's boss doing here?
- This way.

Must be a big case if the
two principals are on it.

It's confidential.

- You don't know, do you?
- Yes, I do.

Seems like a massive thing
to keep from an equity partner.

Hey, Cecil, I need you to
track down an address for me.

After he pulls the information
I asked for this morning.

Right. I was already on
that, and now I'm on this too.

Both of it. I mean, them.

I mean... Okay, you got it.

It's subtle things, like making
snarky comments about my family,

my friends.

It feels like he's trying to drive a wedge.

Have you ever shared with
him how that makes you feel?

When I call him out on it, he gaslights me.

What does that look like?

He says he just wants to protect
me, that I'm... pushing him away.

Has he ever hurt you physically?

No, but I read all these
articles about victims of

coercive control, and... that's me.

I still love him, but what do I do?

We're in agreement.

The family home will be sold
and all proceeds divided equally.

Moving on to specific contents.

Given my client is a prominent
public figure, he respectfully

requests possession of
the family photo album.

No.

They're part of an
important archival record.

Uh, we will agree to print
high-quality duplicates of all

photos and to provide a
USB for all digital photos

and videos.

Works for us. I think that's everything.

Not quite. My client wishes to
acquit herself of all further public

appearances with Mr. Barlow.

You can't do that.

Well, your client is
free to step away at any

time, but as she knows, it
means relinquishing all spousal

support, as per the terms of the prenup.

You can't expect me to
keep playing loving wife.

It's not forever.
Just till the next election.

It's almost two years away.

Do you want to see the
right-wing bullies get in?

I need you by my side.

Not for me, but for the people.

Please, Kanika, let's
finish the work we started...

together.

I don't want to wait another
two years to rebuild my career.

Just to what?

Help him court the South Asian vote?

You won't have to.

- Yeah, but the prenup says...
- Leave it with me.

Cecile!

Get out your finest of
fine tooth combs and go

through Dean Barlow's financial statements.

Yes, sir.

What exactly am I coming for?

A surefire way out of a prenup.

Prove the other spouse was hiding assets.

Have you ever heard
of an honest politician?

Um...

That was a rhetorical question, Cecile.

Cecil, have you found
Raya and Tom Sinclair yet?

I'm still working on it.

I've been looking at their socials.

Not a single post in three months.

Well, yeah, they're
parents to newborn twins.

They probably haven't had time to shower.

They used to post constantly.

About everything.

Their Eggs Benedict,
their new patio furniture.

Why aren't they posting
about their newborn twins?

- It's the ultimate like-bait.
- Good question. I'll ask them...

if Cecil ever finds them.

[MOUTHS] Help me!

Saw Dean Barlow in the boardroom.

- He and Kanika calling it quits.
- Yes.

You didn't vote for that
kumbaya singing Marxist, did you?

- No.
- Good.

He has a BFA in music.

Found it.

I knew that smug Duke letter
was as corrupt as the rest of them.

Sorry, sir. I'm still going
through Barlow's financials.

This is for her.

I emailed you the Sinclair's new address.

They bought a townhouse in North Vanna.

Oh, and Daniel approved your letter.

- Tom Sinclair?
- Yes?

Abigail Bianchi, Svensson and Svensson.

I'm here on behalf of my client.

Sigrid Jensen.

How can twins look nothing alike?

Fraternal twins often look quite different.

No, this was not that.

One of them was a dead ringer for Sigrid.

How is that possible?
Weren't the babies born at the same time?

Yeah. Fifteen minutes apart.

Superfoetation.

It's rare. Only ten
publicized cases in the world.

What's "superinfestation"?

I'll let the fertility expert explain.

Superfoetation is when a woman
who is already pregnant gets

pregnant with a second baby
and ends up carrying two fetuses.

So, there was already a
baby growing in there and

then I got pregnant again?

This is Amara.

Oh, my God.

She's mine.

I got an order requiring the
Sinclairs to produce their DNA.

We'll need you to provide a sample as well.

I don't believe this.

With superfoetation, the gestational
gap between embryos is about two

to four weeks, so...

Ugh, Trevor.

I was seeing this guy from
work on and off for years.

Like, it was already going
nowhere, but when I told

him I was going to carry
Rhea's baby, that killed it dead.

- If Amara is your biological child...
- It changes everything.

Come in.

I'm so sorry, sir, but I
couldn't find a single

discrepancy in Dean Barlow's financials.

- There must be something.
- He's squeaky clean.

He even donates to the Vancouver
Orphan Kitten Rescue Association.

Disappointing.

We'll have to go with a different
strategy to attack the prenup.

A duplicate set of all
the Barlow family photos.

Thank you, Winston.
Put them on the conference table.

Cecile, run out and pick
up some photo albums.

You'll need to lay out
all the photos exactly as

- they are in the originals.
- Absolutely, sir.

I've just got some urgent
research I need to do for Daniel.

That can wait. Let's show Marcus
Peterson we run a tight ship.

So now my son's not speaking
to me anymore, because

I called the new one
Katie instead of Jesse.

I wasn't drunk.

They all look the same.
Tattoos and piercings.

And the last three have
all been life coaches.

What's that about?

- See? Hilarious.
- She definitely doesn't disappoint.

Thank you, Pam.

Does anyone else want to share?

- Hi, my name is Ben. I'm an alcoholic.
- [ALL] Hi Ben.

This is the last place
I wanted to be tonight.

In fact, I've been avoiding
this for the past three

weeks because... I don't like failure.

And I have failed to stay
sober... a few times now.

But this time, I have a powerful incentive.

Someone very important is
giving me another chance.

She didn't have to,
and I know how hard this

was for her, so I'm going to prove to her

that she made the right choice.

Thank you.

If you came over here
to say I told you so...

I didn't. I came over to say
good on Ben for coming back.

It's hard returning that chip.

Have you heard back from
your old friend yet, Julie?

Not yet.

It's good to see you so happy.

You deserve it.

Hi Julie, it's Abby, again.

I don't know if you saw my DM, but I'd

love to meet up whenever it works for you.

You could call me back
on this number, or text

me, or respond to my message.

Anyway, I'm looking forward
to connecting, and I hope you

- are having a great day. Bye.
- That was awkward.

Who are you stalking
like a desperate teenager?

Remember Julie Craven?

Oh, of course.

I'm trying to make amends,
but she's not responding to

any of my messages.

You're doing amends?

Why would you start with such a hard one?

It shouldn't be that hard.

I know I wasn't the
best friend to her, but...

You convinced her to
go to that party on Pender

Island and then refused
to get up the next morning

to drop her off at the ferry.

- I was probably still drunk.
- She missed the boat.

Missed her shift... lost her job.

How do you remember any of this stuff?

- It was 20 years ago!
- Because I really like Julie.

And you haven't had
a close girlfriend since.

My client is entitled to her
fair share of spousal support.

To tie it to her performance
as Mr. Barlow's smiling

puppet amounts at best to
indentured servitude, at worst, extortion.

Thank you, Mr. Svensson. Hm.

Mr. Peterson, do you have anything to add?

Your Honor, the contract
speaks for itself, but my client

is willing to remove this
clause as of midnight on

the day of the next election.

Your Honor, that's 22 months away.

I find no compelling
reason to remove Term 6.

In my considered opinion,
ahem, the prenup stands.

- Mmm...
- Thank you, Marcus.

Between you and me, it's
a travesty he let that stand.

If we'd drawn any judge but
Pennyfeather, you'd have had this one.

I have no doubt.

Now you're game to continue our
conversation on the other matter.

Looking forward to it.
Come by the office tomorrow evening.

I've still got a few drams
left of the good stuff.

I look forward.

We can appeal the decision,
Kanika, but it will take time.

No.

I'm done fighting.

I'll just have to resign myself to my fate.

If it helps ease the
sting a bit, rest assured,

we will fight for a very
generous settlement package.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hi, Harry.

- It's Gabby Lipton.
- Gabby?

Oh, uh, is, um, is everything all right?

Is, is Joanne...

I know it's short notice, but
are you free for dinner tonight?

Just so happens I am.

Dr. Svensson, you know that
podcast I've been listening to?

Split Town?

They're always looking for
guest therapists, and a couple of

weeks ago, I put your name forward.

They just called. They want you!

- Isn't that amazing?
- No.

No, it's not amazing.

Winston, you should have asked me first.

Call them back and tell them I can't do it.

Where have you been? It's almost noon.

If you must know, dingus,
I was looking at a house.

- Oh, really? What did you think?
- Needed too much work.

Yeah. It's a tough market.

But I think we can help each other out.

You get a place with a suite,
preferably above ground,

but I'm not picky, and I'll rent it.

- Win-win.
- Exactly.

No.

The DNA test results just came
in for Sigrid and the Sinclair twins.

Winston, please call Sigrid
Jensen and have her come in

as soon as she can.

I'm sorry to drop a second
bombshell on you, but...

the DNA results came in...

She's not mine.

She is. You are Amara's
biological mother.

But the biological father of
both babies is Tom Sinclair.

Tom and I slept together.

Once.

He came over a couple
of weeks before IVF.

Maya was working late.

I was pumped full of hormones.

I was feeling lonely and emotional.

He was so grateful I was
gonna be carrying their baby.

We both regretted it after,
and it never happened again.

Neither of us wanted to hurt Raya.

Is there any way she doesn't
have to know about this?

Yeah, I think she might have guessed.

Her and Tom.

It would explain why they ghosted you.

Here are the affidavits you asked for.

Oh, and Fodder has not relocated.

It's permanently closed.

Apparently, the chef's moving to Montreal.

- What file should I bill that to?
- Don't worry about it.

- Craig needs to go for his pee.
- Oh, yeah.

No problem.

I love this little guy.

But, you know, having a
dog is a big responsibility.

I'm sure there's days you
wish you had a roommate

who could feed him, take
him for walks, maybe want

to catch a movie after work sometime.

Nice try... hard no.

So she was sleeping with Tom,
but got notched out by Trevor.

Other way around.
Trevor's the co-worker with benefits.

Gotcha. So Tom got her
pregnant twice, once the easy way,

- and once with his wife's egg.
- Yes.

- Huh, better than any telenovela.
- Hmm.

I should probably get back.

The next episode's about
to start in our boardroom in

half an hour and features my
ex-husband as opposing counsel.

Before you go, you have
plans tomorrow night?

Scored a couple concert
tickets, and it's not a school

band recital like you
tried to rope me into.

- I love Florence and the Machine.
- That's why I got them.

I'll pick you up at Joanne's
tomorrow night at 7 p.m.

- I can't wait.
- Yeah.

- Hi. Your client's here?
- Not yet. I'm early.

- How are things?
- Good.

Did you see the email from our realtor?

We have a motivated buyer
coming to see the house tonight.

- Really? That's fast.
- Fingers crossed.

Isabel and I put a conditional offer
in on a place in Mount Pleasant.

Already?

I've been looking, but there's
really not that much out there.

Oh, my clients are here.

I know this is an extremely
difficult situation for everyone,

but... the DNA results are indisputable.

My client is Amara's biological
mother, and she wants full parenting.

That's out of the question.

Mr. Sinclair is Amar's biological
father, and given the infants

are far too young to separate...

Your clients can't reasonably
expect Ms. Jensen to have nothing

to do with her own child.

Your client made it very
clear in writing that she

had no desire to ever be a parent.

Well, that was before.

But Amara is my daughter, and I want to be
her mom.

You are her mom.

The fact is, your client signed
a surrogacy contract that,

as you laid out so
eloquently in a rather nasty

letter to my client, is legally binding.

It's invalid, based on a
mutual mistake of material fact.

And this mistake is no tiny whoops.

The whole thing rests on
the origin of the embryos.

My client supplied the egg to
one of those embryos herself.

I don't care what the DNA tests say.

- I am their mother.
- Maria.

- I am so sorry.
- Haven't you done enough?

Just leave me alone
and let me raise my kids.

- Maria...
- No. You don't get to say anything.

You will never be part
of our daughter's lives.

That's not up to you.

I've been texting her,
calling her, nothing.

She's completely ignoring me.

Should I keep trying,
or is that too stalkery?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?

You love giving me relationship
advice, and I'm also ignoring it.

I'm the last person that
should be giving advice on

any relationship.

- Isn't that kind of bad for business?
- Yes.

I just feel like a total fraud.

Look, I have a client
who's stuck in a toxic

relationship, and I just sat
there thinking, what makes me

any kind of authority when I ignored
all the warning signs in my own?

It is ironic. Even Daniel
and I noticed the red flags.

You know how many times
I've walked into a courtroom

feeling like this is the day
everyone figures out I'm a total fraud?

I've seen you in court many times.

There's zero fraud complex there.

What about the dozens
of divorce cases I did when

I was going through a
knock-down, drag-out one myself?

- It must have been brutal.
- Yeah, it was.

But I think it made me a better lawyer.

It definitely gave me more
compassion for my clients.

I know it sucks right now,
but maybe surviving the

whole Kelly thing will help
you relate to your clients more.

Thank you.

So what do you think? Should I
call Julie again, or just give up?

What?

Oh, Gabby.

Oh, I am so glad we were
able to make this happen.

Me too.

I mean, we hardly had a chance
to catch up at that fundraiser.

Wasn't Barlow a bore?

I mean, how do such
frivolous people get elected?

I was surprised to see Joanne there.

- She's doing well?
- Oh, yeah, she's fine.

But we don't need to talk about her, do we?

I assume that was why you...

At long last, we both
find ourselves single.

I think I may have given you
the wrong impression somehow.

Harry, don't be so coy.

We've always had this undeniable
will-they-won't-they vibe.

Yoga hotties, 3 o'clock.

Oh, yeah, it's on.

God, it's good to have my wingman back.

Okay, okay.

Maybe lay off the tequila tonight, huh?

Stitches, not a good look on you, bro.

Can you order me another pint?
I'll be right back.

Dude, now?
You have the bladder of an old woman.

Quinn.

Why'd you want to be friends?

Because it seemed like you
really wanted to be my friend.

I did.

Was it just so you could
get close to Martina?

Well, that too.

- But if things had been different...
- You agreed to be our emcee.

That's messed up, man.

How could you sleep with my
girlfriend and keep lying to my face?

It happened when you were a
theory, a name, before I knew you.

I swear, the minute I met you, it was over.

- I know.
- Martina told me everything.

I was working out of town.
She got lonely.

She knows I did, too.

Well, now we're putting
all that in the past.

We're moving back to Montreal.

That's great. I'm happy for you.

Our relationship is strong, Daniel.

And we agreed you're the weak link.

You're like this friendly-looking
cancer cell that needs to

get cut out.

I feel sorry for you, man.

You're seriously damaged.

There he is.

You've gone so long, I drank your beer.

- This is Olivia, and this is Cameron.
- Hi.

We just ordered another round.

Sorry, I've got an
early meeting tomorrow.

What? Hey, come on.
You can stay for one drink.

She will accompany Mr. Barlow
to political engagements as per

the terms of the prenup.

However, we want it in
writing, there will be no

kissing between them... whatsoever.

I would never put you in a
non-consensual situation.

No kissing.

However, my client may require
brief occasional hand-holding when

arriving at or leaving public appearances.

She can't look like that.

She has to smile, be joyful, excited.

Their client can't look like she's
been taken hostage at these events.

And yet that's exactly how she feels.

So sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Svensson, it's urgent.

We've been putting the
duplicate photos in albums so the

Barlows will each have an identical set.

- Yes, gold star, what's so urgent?
- Check this out, sir.

Apologies, it seems we've

finished duplicating
all of your family photos.

Please pass along our sincere
thanks to your hard-working staff.

There is one image I feel
compelled to share with

you before we continue.

- Now?
- Now.

Couldn't quite believe my
eyes at first because it's so

incongruous with your
virtue signaling, Mr. Barlow.

In fact, I seem to recall
you publicly shamed a

member of the opposition for
wearing a sombrero back in the aughts.

But that is you, is it not?

I imagine your constituents,
particularly those of Asian descent,

would find this image deeply
offensive and in stark contrast

to your woke public persona.

My client is open to
negotiating for the destruction of

this image before anyone
outside this room sees it.

Ms. Jensen has been robbed of
crucial bonding time with her daughter.

Three months of missed nursing,
cuddles, that first smile.

She gave the Sinclairs
a healthy baby in a purely

selfless act of love.

All she asks for now
is that her own child...

be returned.

- These twins...
- Objection, they're not twins.

Sustained.

Apologies, Your Honor.

These half-siblings grew
in the womb together for 36

weeks, and they've been
together every moment of their lives

since birth.

They are deeply bonded, and it
would be psychologically damaging

- to separate them.
- Objection. Opinion, evidence.

- Is counsel a child psychiatrist?
- Sustained.

The fact is, Tom Sinclair is the
biological parent to both infants.

Primary parenting must remain
with him and his spouse to

ensure a continued healthy, loving,

and stable environment
for both children.

Do you have a minute?

Uh, yeah, my next client's in 10.

Do you think I'm damaged?

I know I didn't have the
greatest role model in

Dad, but I thought I was better.

Better how?

More mature, something.

At least I wasn't knocking
up my mistresses.

Hey.

I was talking about my
mom as much as yours.

When I look back, I realize I blew up every

long-term relationship I ever
had before it could go bad.

And the whole Martina
thing, well, of course, that was

never gonna work, but
maybe that was the point.

I might be seriously
incapable of any kind of real,

lasting relationship.

Me too.

I had something good with
Maggie, and I sabotaged it,

only to rebound with Kelly.

Now I can't trust myself
romantically, or professionally.

I always saw you so
together, but you really are

messed up.

- Make you feel better?
- Really, yes.

- Oh, and our older sister...
- Definitely the most messed up.

She seems to be doing
all right with Ben, so

maybe there's still hope for us.

As Mr. Sinclair is the
biological father of both children,

and the infants are clearly
thriving together in their present

environment, I order primary
parenting to remain with the Sinclairs.

However, Miss Jensen is
entitled to visits with her biological

child every other day.

I will review this
arrangement in 3 months' time.

[GAVEL BANGS]

Nicely argued.

Thought you'd win this one.

I feel like everyone lost in this case.

25 years of friendship destroyed.

And speaking of which,
guess who I'm seeing tonight?

- Julie Craven.
- [FRANK CHUCKLES]

I remember her.

Didn't she look after you when
you got your wisdom teeth pulled?

- She did.
- Mmm.

I'm gonna try to make amends with her.

For drinking that bottle of
champagne she was saving?

The one her parents
bought when she was born.

Wasn't she saving it for
after her Ph.D. defense?

- I'll add it to the list.
- Amara!

Amara's missing! She took my baby!

_

- I just wanted to hold her.
- I know.

I never thought I wanted kids.

Even when I was pregnant, I
never saw myself as a mom.

They were Reyes. But... now...

Now can she show me how to fly?

What made you volunteer to be
her surrogate in the first place?

She always wanted kids.

Tom was against adoption.

It was a no-brainer.

Sometimes friendships are uneven.

One person is more
giving, maybe a better friend.

That was never us.

She was always there for
me as much as I was for her.

So, being able to help
her have a baby felt

like the most natural
thing in the world to you?

Yeah.

I knew this was her one shot.

And when I found out I was having twins, my

heart practically burst with
joy to be able to do it for her.

I know you'd do anything
to take back that one

mistake, but the
result is that little girl.

Zuri's half-sister.

You two have been through so much together.

All the sacrifices you've made.

This is when you need each other the most.

Can we have a minute?

Mm-hmm.

Frank and I hammered out an agreement.

Singert and the Sinclairs will
share parenting of both kids

so the twins can stay together.

And before you freak out
about all the lost court hours...

No, it's good.

You pulled off some kind of miracle.

I don't know how she
gets past her best friend

- and husband sleeping together.
- I don't think she has.

I think she's just chosen to
do what's best for the kids.

Abigail, I need to see
you in my office... now.

I did not go on a date with
Gabby Lipton last night.

- Okay.
- I was bamboozled.

I don't need to know.

I assumed when Gabby
called she was on a fishing

expedition for your mother,
but it turns out she was

casting a net of her own.

So wait, you said yes to a date with Gabby

Lipton because you thought
she was Joanne's proxy?

It was not... a date.

And it's vital you make
that very clear to your

mother because if she
thinks I'm the kind of man

who would date her best friend...

You mean like Daniel's mom?

Will you please ensure
the message gets through?

Fine.

I'll tell her tonight.

Thank you.

It must be mighty lonely
for you and Eleanor, pulling

your kids out of the
nest, living in that big,

old house all by yourself.

You know, it's amazing how
fast all three bedrooms filled up.

Winston.

I'm sorry I barked at you the other day.

It was really sweet of you to
suggest me for that podcast.

- It's fine.
- No, it's not.

I'm still processing my own
breakup, and I took it out on you.

Don't even worry about it.

I was a train wreck after Bowen.

I'm gonna call them
back and tell them I'll do it.

- You are?
- Yeah.

[WINSTON SCOFFS]

Maybe telling my story will
help someone break free from

their toxic relationship.

Oh, it will.

You're gonna help so many people.

Julie?

Hi. You look great.

- Are we, uh, waiting for a table?
- We won't be here that long.

What is it you want to say?

I don't know.

I was a bad friend.

I dragged you to parties
you didn't want to go

to, took it for granted
you'd look after me, which

you always did.

I'm sorry I drew a mustache on you.

The night before oral exams.

I'm sorry I stranded you
on Pender Island and you

lost your job.

And as for drinking that bottle of
champagne you were saving.

That was a really crappy thing to do.

You were my best friend, Julie, and...

I messed it all up.

That's it?

You're not even gonna
mention the final nail in the coffin.

Wasn't the champagne.

You slept with my boyfriend.

- What? No, come on, seriously.
- In my bed New Year's Eve.

I would never.

We went to see Marianna's
trench at the Commodore.

I went to grab her coats and
you jumped in a cab with him.

The wannabe country singer
with the snakeskin boots.

His foot odor was a biohazard.

You deserve so much better.

- I did you a favor.
- He's my husband.

- Oh, you're not. I'm so sorry.
- It's on her.

Julie, please, can we just rewind?

- I really am sorry.
- Please don't contact me again.

After much soul-searching,
Kanika and I have made the

conscious decision to uncouple.

I have nothing but the
deepest love and respect for

this virtuous, brilliant, and
compassionate man who has dedicated his

life to public service.

She's sticking to the
script word for word.

She's a pro.

Equity and freedom of choice...

That's enough peace,
love, and granola for me.

So walk me through what
do you think this merger

might look like?

Copying my dress is one thing.

Making moves on my man is not on.

Harry isn't your man.

For the millionth time,
you broke up with him.

Gabby knows he's off-limits.

She broke the friend code.

She is dead to me.

If you're this upset
about it, why don't you just

call Harry and tell him you want him back?

Ben's an hour early.

No, that'll be my date, right on time.

Of course it is.