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"The Betty Broderick Story"...

Are you sleeping with her?

If this is where your head goes

when you don't get your way,
that's the real problem.

You should get some
professional help for that.

I can't prove
that something's not true.

That it doesn't exist.

I am not sleeping
with Linda Kolkena.

What are you doing?

If I don't take this time,

I'm not going to be any good
to anyone.

- He told you he was leaving?
- What did he say?

That he needed space and time.

I'm jealous.

Who couldn't use a break
from everything?

What is this?
How long have you been here?

Since dark. Yeah,
she said you'd be back eventually.

Dan's been granted temporary
physical custody.

You need to be a good
soldier here, Bets.

Otherwise you risk not being
able to see them at all.

Court order signed by a judge.

From now on, you come on
the Coral Reef property

with my permission,
or you go to jail.

How am I supposed
to see my kids?

With my permission!

Everyone whose last name
is Broderick is gonna lose.

Christmas is always such
a big production for her.

The red velvet placemats,
the candy apples,

the goddamned sequined
light bulbs.

She feels most alive
in December.

I tried to be nice.

Tried to give her the kids
to share it all with.

She slammed the door in my face.

You know,
what do you say to that?

I feel sad for her.

She tried to ruin our holiday,
but nothing could ruin it.

- That's right.
- She just doesn't get that yet.

- Mm‐hmm.
- But she will.

Hmm.

Burl Ives' "A Holly
Jolly Christmas" playing...

Oh, my God.
Dan, that's amazing.

- Yeah?
- So good.

- Mm, how good is it?
- I can't tell you.

I have to show you.

♪ Oh, by golly ♪

♪ Have a holly jolly Christmas
this year ♪

Yeah.

You don't know that
that's happening.

Yeah, I do.

Have you talked to the kids?

Did they... did they tell you
they've seen Dan

and Linda acting like...

No, but you expect me
to believe those two

are controlling themselves?
It's all out in the open now.

They don't care
who sees them now.

I know, but it's a
three‐bedroom chalet, isn't it?

There has to be some privacy.

Sure, this bimbo
really respects privacy.

Why didn't you just take
the kids skiing yourself?

Didn't Dan say he'd pay for it?

Yes, he offered to pay
for our children's holiday trip

with our money.

And he wanted to dictate
the terms to me.

I didn't want him to do that
so he just took them

to a condo where he's now
sleeping in a bedroom

with his girlfriend even though
we're not even divorced.

What am I supposed
to say to my sons?

I know, but just
some continuity right now.

Something familiar.
For you, too, Betty.

I mean, you all always
go skiing at the holidays.

Exactly.

So if I had taken them
on a ski trip like always,

they'd never understand.

- Understand what?
- What he's done to us.

Just go and pack, okay?

Dad, what's going on?
Why can't we go in there?

Stay out of here till
it's cleaned up.

I don't want anyone to get cut.

Hi.

I guess you were right
about the flowers.

If I had to do it over,
I still would have sent them.

Just, it felt too heartless

to completely not
acknowledge her on Christmas.

Even though acknowledging her
feels like rubbing it in.

She didn't do all this
because of the flowers.

She did it because
she's childish and entitled.

Entitled to my attention,
definitely to this house.

She probably won't stop
acting out completely

when I move to Balboa Park,
but it won't be like this.

- You don't know that.
- But I do.

She won't feel
the same ownership.

She won't feel comfortable
just walking in.

She and I saw the other place.
She hated it.

Thought it was, uh,
a bad house for children.

Why wasn't it a house
for children?

Was there broken
glass everywhere?

Come on.
No, no, no, no, no.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm not saying that
this isn't awful.

- You might be a little.
- No.

I'm saying that I'm gonna
take care of it.

Okay?

- By the way...
- Hmm?

I really would have liked this.

- Oh.
- It's a good choice.

I'll get you ten more, okay?

Would you put it back
where it was?

Before we clean up,
I wanna get some pictures.

What are you doing?

I like to be warmed up.

But we're getting
the coffee first.

I get the coffee
before the beach

because I take the coffee
to the beach in the car.

Right.

So you drive to get the coffee,

and then you drive from there
to the beach?

What are you having
such a hard time with?

- I get the coffee and then...
- Okay.

- I get it, I just...
- I walk with it on the beach.

Elisabeth Broderick?

Who is that?
What is that?

What are those?
What's going on?

This is calendar number three,

Broderick versus Broderick.

Mr. Broderick and his attorney
Douglas Layton are present.

Mrs. Broderick is not.

Was Mrs. Broderick informed
of this court date?

- She was.
- All right, then.

With Mrs. Broderick's disregard
for the court,

I'm ready to rule
in her absence.

Any objection?
None, Your Honor.

Then the divorce
is hereby granted.

I'm divorced.

And he has everything.
They gave him everything.

- Who did?
- I don't understand.

Who does?
Dan?

I postponed the hearing.
I wasn't even there.

I didn't have a lawyer.

Whatever happened to shit
like due process?

This says I can't see
my children.

What?
Oh, come on.

That can't be right.

No visitation for the mother
until she undertakes

an appropriate program
of psychiatric therapy.

Betty...

Women burn their children
with cigarettes.

They throw boiling water
on their children.

They let their boyfriends
touch them,

and they get visitation,
but I don't?

I think maybe we should, um,
go inside and... and sit down

and, um, I don't know.

We should get you
a glass of water.

I think
if we just take a break...

Dear Elisabeth Anne,

you and I are no longer married.

As is usual in
bifurcated divorces,

we now move on
to court‐ordered mediation.

As we do,

it's up to us to do our best
to minimize the trauma

our divorce will have
on our kids.

I suggest we begin by refraining

from any derogatory comments

as bad‐mouthing and blaming
one another is destructive.

Hi, you've reached
the Brodericks.

We're not home right now,

but leave us a message
and we'll call you back.

Have a great day.

- Good morning, Mr. Broderick.
- Morning, Lois.

Oh.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Soon as you can.

Even just transcribing these,
I mean,

the language is really...
but all of it.

I mean, the whole situation...

Soon as you can.

Every time you call me,

you're violating a court order.

This doesn't seem
to matter to you.

Maybe this will.

For every time you leave
a message or call

using vulgar
or obscene language,

you'll be fined $100
per offensive word.

Each time you set foot across
the property line

of 1053 Cypress Avenue,
I will withhold $250.

Each time you step across
the threshold, $500.

Each time you try to spend time
with the boys

without clearing it with me,
$1,000.

These fines will be withheld
from the support checks

I voluntarily send you
every month.

Believe me,
I'm not doing this to bait you.

I just want to deter you
from using language

and behavior in your dealings
with me which any normal,

civilized person would find
extremely objectionable.

He's calling the shots.

Court said so.

He's in charge
and I've got nothing.

He can continue to fine me
and nobody's gonna do

anything about it.

But he still can't understand

why I keep calling
his answering machine.

Why do you call it so much?

What else am I gonna do?

What else do I have?

No kids, no money.

He doesn't give me no life.

Freedom of speech till he has
a judge cut my tongue out.

Oh, Betty, what...
what happened to the, um...

weren't you working
at that gallery?

Yeah, no, I can't.
I can't do that right now.

With everything that's going on
I just... I couldn't keep up.

Well, it can't be legal
for him to fine you like that,

but until you find a new lawyer
to make him stop,

what if you stop?
Right, right.

What if I let him
take everything

and tell me what words
I can use?

Have you maybe thought about
seeing a therapist?

Just as a safer place to vent.

You can curse as much as you
want in front of a therapist.

Dan will subpoena the records

and use them against me.
I can't go to therapy.

That answering machine
is my therapy.

My primal scream.

What about a diary?

That'd be private and free.

My lawyer told me to keep
a diary during my divorce.

It was the best advice
he ever gave.

He said bad things
grow in the dark.

Oh, and while
we're on the subject

- of making life easier for Dan...
- Oh, Betty, come on.

You know that's not true.

Remember when he put me
in the loony bin?

He just sent me the bill.

We are not trying
to make his life easier.

- We wanna help you.
- And I wanna smash things.

If you've never smashed
anything before,

when you finally do,

feels great.

Hi, you've reached
the Brodericks.

We're not home right now,

but leave us a message
and we'll call you back.

Have a great day.

Asshole, who do you think
you're kidding?

Look in the mirror and tell me.

You're like a slug
with a fancy tie on.

What am I supposed to do now?
I just want what's mine.

♪ If I,
I get to know your name ♪

Good morning,
Mr. Broderick.

Good morning, Lois.

♪ Well, if I ♪

♪ Could trace your
private number, baby ♪

♪ All I know is that to me ♪

♪ You look like you're lots
of fun ♪

We're not home right now,

but leave us a message
and we'll call you back.

Have a great day.

Stop screwing the whore
long enough to return my calls.

I just wanna ask you something.

I've left messages
on the machine,

with your maid,
with your secretary.

I just wanna ask you something.

You're making me mad.
I'll kill you.

But leave us a message
and we'll call you back.

Have a great day.

You're such a stupid shithead!

You don't even
turn the machine off!

And whore, what is your voice
doing on it?

It's the Broderick residence.
You're not a Broderick.

You're nothing but a whore.

Anyway, where are
my darling children?

Kids, call me back.

Have a great day.

Your mere existence is a filthy,

shitty statement on human life.

You're just... you're like
the scum of the Earth.

People like you aren't new,
you know.

They've been around since
the beginning of time.

It gives me the creeps.
She sounds so evil.

Especially her laugh.

It's like "The Exorcist."

♪ You spin me right round,
baby, right round ♪

♪ Like a record, baby,
right round, round, round ♪

♪ You spin me right round,
baby, right round ♪

♪ Like a record, baby,
right round, round, round ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

I don't wanna see you

or the whore
or the slums where you live

or any of your bullshit anymore.

You made my life
into a nightmare.

I close my eyes and I see you
and the whore

doing all your
wonderful things and...

You're gonna be real sorry.

Dear Elisabeth Anne,

enclosed is
an itemized statement

explaining my sanctions
for this month.

As you will see,
the deductions for the month

exceed your allowance of $9,000.

Leaving a balance due
from you to me

of $1,315.32.

Now, I know your first impulse
upon reading this letter

will be a violent one.

I would think twice about that.

If you make any attack on me
or my property,

you will never again
get a red cent out of me

without a court order.

Sincerely,
Daniel T. Broderick, III.

How will she pay her bills?

Guess I owe you another $250.

Get out of here now.

Or you'll be late
for the black stone ball?

Uh‐oh!

Better hurry up and go get
your shitty cape and top hat

and take the whore to the party
I should be going to.

- Just leave.
- No.

- I'll call the cops.
- Oh, I know you will.

- They'll arrest you, Bets.
- You'll have me arrested!

- You'll go to jail this time!
- You'll have me sent to jail!

No!

And they did a warrant check
on me to see if I had

a criminal history,
which obviously I didn't.

Betty...

Though I guess now I do.

So then I waited
and they brought me

a bologna sandwich
that smelled like a foot,

and then they let me go
on my own recognizance.

What is so wrong with asking
how I'm supposed to live

for a month with no money?

So what does Dan say
you owe him?

$1,300.

So he deducted your entire
support check plus $1,300?

- I'm writing you a check.
- Oh, no.

I can do $6,500.

Yes, I am.

Shaking in my bed.

Feels like an earthquake.

Miserable.
Miserable.

Miserable, miserable bastard.

You want everything your way.

You have no sense
of right, wrong,

true, false, indecent, immoral.

God will pay you back for it.

August 7th, 1986.

Ronald P. Ollen
appointed by the court

to mediate the matter
of Broderick versus Broderick.

Also present,
Elisabeth Broderick.

Will you be represented
by counsel?

I'm not...

I... I've had some trouble there.

Shouldn't we wait for Dan?

Uh, Mr. Broderick
won't be joining us.

It's customary to meet
with both parties separately

to determine whether there is a
basis for conflict resolution.

And what if there isn't?

Mediation is only as successful

as the parties want it to be.

Did you prepare your statement?

- Oh, I didn't...
- Oh.

I thought I was going
to be reading it aloud

to the room.

Well, you're welcome to
read it aloud into the record.

Ready?

Let me first say how nervous
and overwhelmed I am.

My entire life...
past, present, and future...

is on the table.

Your past, present, and future
are right on track.

The children and I
have been victimized

by the one person who
was supposed to protect us

from harm, not cause it.

When I am assured
of financial security,

I will begin to discuss custody.

For now I am too enraged
by your actions

to accept any responsibility
for our children

because I don't know how
to raise secure,

happy, healthy children with
a sense of right and wrong

when you are living proof
that none of my values

are worth a damn.

Did Mr. Broderick prepare
a position statement?

Can I hear it?

Mr. Broderick has opted not
to make a position statement

as is his right under the law.

Hey.

You see who's here?
Lou Clapper.

Oh, that hammer toe.

Every time I hear his voice,
my nose starts bleeding.

- Can I talk to you a minute?
- Mm, sure.

Um...

Betty told me about the fines
and sanctions

and the money she owes you now,

and about jail.

Dan, don't you think
this is all...

Getting out of hand?

I think you have
a warped perception

of the details of my life,
which is understandable.

It's not as understandable why
you need to involve yourself

and spread those perceptions
as fact.

Is this thing on?
Can anyone hear me?

Maybe focus more
on your own life, Ev,

instead of titillating yourself

and other people with stories
about mine.

Excuse us.

Anybody see him?

- You're unbelievable.
- I warned you.

Of the San Diego County
Bar Association,

in the year of our Lord 1987,

Daniel T. Broderick, III.

You'll like Hilary.
She's your style.

Thanks, Evelyn.

But don't say
Richard referred you.

You can tell her once
she's your lawyer,

but until then,

just maybe don't bring
Richard's name into it.

Oh, yeah, of course.
I won't.

Thank you and Richard so much.

Call her today.

Betty, I'm Hilary Clark.

That's a gorgeous color on you.

Thank you.

I wanna ask for maybe a quarter
of what he makes per month.

I say maybe because
however much I'm guessing,

I'm pretty sure he makes more.

What do you think a quarter is?

28.5.

My expenses are high,

but they're consistent
with the living standard

I earned during my marriage
to Dan.

The point is fairness,
percentages.

Half of everything
Dan Broderick has is mine.

I'm not asking for half.

But why should
my lifestyle decline

when he wouldn't have
his lifestyle without me?

And what about custody?

- I want that, too.
- Okay.

- So...
- But not without a settlement.

Not without being able
to take care of them

in a way that I had planned.

I hear what you're saying.

But from a strategic standpoint,

it'll be easier
to convince a judge

to grant a settlement
if you have custody.

You've got a court mandated
psych eval pending anyway

tied to visitation.

Let's get that on our side
while I start digging

into Dan's financials.

That sound fair?

Can you stop calling
and going to his house?

Can you stay away from the kids?

For the time being.

Can you return my phone calls?

This is family court
calendar number one,

Broderick versus Broderick.

Are we ready to proceed?

Uh, there is one thing
we'd like to bring

to the court's attention,
Your Honor.

As the court knows,

there have been numerous orders
to show cause

filed on this matter,

one of which prohibits
Mrs. Broderick

from harassing Mr. Broderick
by phone.

Yes, I read the file,
Mr. Mills.

At 9:30 p. m.
On Tuesday the 5th,

Mrs. Broderick phoned
Mr. Broderick's home.

When Mr. Broderick
answered the phone,

Mrs. Broderick said,
"Oh, dickhead,"

and then hung up.

Actually, I'm glad
you brought this up,

and I'm speaking to you
as well, Mr. Broderick.

Going forward,

you will not use this court
to litigate minor infractions.

We will proceed
in an efficient manner

and I will not tolerate
any attempt

to waste my time with garbage.

Are we clear, gentlemen?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Now, Ms. Clark.

You're requesting
to move forward immediately

with your client's
psych evaluation

with respects to visitation?

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Very good.

I'll appoint Dr. Margot Hayes
and we can set this matter down

for delivery of her report
in, say, three weeks.

Anything else?
Thank you, Your Honor.

No, sir.

Get a date from my clerk

and I'll see you
all back here then.

The front.

Hi, hi!

Sweetie, close the door.

- What's he doing?
- He's on a conference call.

Great.

We'll be done before
he even knows you're gone.

Now, is the paper on
Andrew Johnson as President

specifically,
or on reconstruction?

Him as President.

That is what I thought.

Oh, and...

Yes!

Can you tell me how
Mr. Broderick

got custody of the children?

Well, I was living without
a support agreement

in a big huge house
that he had told me to buy,

and all of a sudden,
it was infested with rats.

So I took my children
and I dropped them off at Dan's

and left them there, and...

you know what
that son of a bitch did?

No.

- He kept them.
- Okay.

I don't want you to take notes.

Okay.

Well...

As an attorney,

Mr. Broderick, uh,

must work, you know,

very difficult hours,
so it seems to me

that since you were
the primary parent

that we should be able

to work out
something reasonable.

Depending on what
the children tell me,

I'm sure they can probably
come back and live with you

since Mr. Broderick, uh,
wasn't awarded custody

as part of an actual contested
litigation in court.

I'm not gonna be
a single parent of four kids.

He'll die first.

Are you threatening him?

I threaten him all the time.

Can't sleep.
Back pain.

Grinding my teeth.
Headaches.

Depressed.
Anxiety.

Called Hilary at 1:00 a. m.

Feeling out of control.
Still no money.

Do I have ulcers?

Missed Caseys' party,
Ireland Fund party,

Milliken party,
Armstrong family party.

Girls don't come or call.

Think house has termites.
Roof leaking.

Trapped by fear.

Solitary confinement,

the cruelest punishment
short of the electric chair.

The court order doesn't say
he has to pay by the first

so he just sends it whenever
he feels like it.

Sometimes not even
by the end of the month,

so then my bills are backed up

and paying them late costs more.

I tried looking for a job
in child care

like you suggested
and found something.

They were looking for a nanny
with teaching experience...

a six‐year old
and four‐year‐old twins...

and I almost applied,
but then I thought,

"How am I gonna explain why
I don't have my own kids?"

I didn't even get to see Ryan
on his birthday.

I'm sorry.
This is so hard.

Thank you.

But can I give you
some good news?

Our request for you to have
the boys Easter weekend

- was approved.
- Really?

Whatever channels
it went through,

whoever had to sign off,
they did.

And I know it doesn't help
with any

- of what you were just saying...
- No, it does.

Really does.

Hello?
Mrs. Broderick?

It's Mrs. Walsh,
Anthony's homeroom teacher.

What's the matter?
Is everything okay?

He's feeling pretty sick.
He should be at home,

but I haven't been able
to track down Mr. Broderick.

I had to bring him to the nurse
right after morning assembly.

Usually I can eventually
at least reach the housekeeper.

I don't know what's
going on today.

Uh, is it the housekeeper's
job to give you a bath,

usually?

Anthony's just had
a lot of colds this winter.

Oh, and incidentally,

we think we finally know
who patient zero was.

For his cold?

No, the lice.
Adair Keller.

Her mother thinks she got it

from the headrest
in a movie theater.

My son had lice?

I... I didn't know
you didn't know.

Or you didn't think I cared.

Mrs. Broderick,

I've seen you with your kids.

I could never think
you didn't care.

Can you walk?

Can you park first in line?

Absolutely.
I will be first in line.

Can we plant jelly beans?

And a carrot cake
for the Easter bunny!

Can you pick us up early?

I will be there before
they even bring out

the orange cones, my baby.

I'm already there.

Hey, I love you.

Love you, too.
Bye, Mom.

♪ There's a river running
soul deep ♪

♪ Deep down inside
it's running ♪

♪ Soul deep ♪

♪ Too big to hide
and it can't be denied ♪

♪ My love is a river running ♪

♪ Soul deep ♪

♪ Soul deep ♪

Betty, stop!

Stop, Betty!

- What are you trying to do?
- Why?

What are you trying to do?
Kill us?

Why?
Why are you doing this?

- I had them for Easter!
- I changed my mind.

I had them for Easter!

Your lawyer
should have told you.

- I wanna go with her!
- Betty!

You can't right now.
We're going home.

Taking it in the chops
time after time,

doing nothing in self defense.

You turn your hate inward.

You hurt yourself even more.

Nice girls slit their wrists
over the kitchen sink

so they don't make a mess.

How can anyone survive
under this kind of assault?

Wouldn't anyone become violent

after all his
incessant bullshit?

Leave us a message
and we'll call you back.

Have a great day.

Ryan, Anthony.

I'm just gonna call back
and call back

until someone turns
the ringer on.

Don't you even care
about your family?

Besides the stupid money?

I care perfectly
about my family.

Then how come you don't
shut your mouth

so we can come over there?

Who's on this phone?

- Me.
- No, I just heard something.

Nobody's on the phone.

What is that noise?

What noise?

People walking around.

Like, Anthony and Dad and stuff.

Stuff?
You mean the whore's there?

No!

Why can't you just mind
your own business

and not care who he's seeing?

He could be seeing
a totally different girl

- and it wouldn't matter.
- Congratulations.

You've been living with him
too long.

You don't have any values.

Right, wrong, truth, lie.

You stay there,

your whole head's
gonna go to scrambled eggs.

Two years, I put up with
this shit in my face.

Look, it's not
only Linda's fault.

It's Dad's fault, too,
and it's your fault.

Listen, when he took
you guys from me...

He didn't take us away.
You gave us to him.

And you've been having a
great time ever since, right?

No, we haven't!

We've been having
a horrible time!

Why don't you just stay there?

You don't want us to,
though, Mom.

And we wanna be with you.

If you just stop saying
bad words,

then everyone would be happier.

I know I will and Anthony will.

Meanwhile the whore's
allowed to be around you.

You guys are divorced!

Dad can be with anyone
he wants to!

Daddy's divorced.
I'm still married.

Well, he likes
somebody else now.

You're just gonna get
madder and madder

and you're the only one
who can fix it.

If Dan Broderick
wants to settle,

- he can do it in an hour.
- How?

You want all the kids
and all the money

and Linda to go away,

and that leaves Dad
with nothing.

Excuse me?
He walked away!

What do I care
if he ends up with nothing?

Oh, okay.
What does he care if you do?

All I care about is
I wanna come live there

and Anthony wants to, too.

- Somebody's on this phone.
- No!

Ryan, you don't
understand things.

You don't either, Mom!

Why can't you just grow up
and start acting like a woman?

You want everything your way.

I haven't had anything my way.

Daddy robbed me of everything
I had on Earth.

He ...‐- your whole life
and my whole life.

You're doing
the same thing, Mom!

You've been mad long enough!

Oh, no, I haven't.

Wanna go watch some TV?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

You tell Tracy I said it's okay.

Okay, okay.

You can have that day off
but you have to be ready

to go out by seven.
Ready for what?

- Where are we going?
- Out.

Out? Where?
Just tell me.

How is it a surprise
if I tell you?

But you're gonna like it.

Hey.

It's a long one,
so take your time.

It's important.

And then on top of the clothes

and the nails and the colds
and the lice,

his ears were just filled
with wax.

The Count Du Money is so perfect

about his own appearance
but he doesn't care

if his own kids walk around
filthy and sick

probably because he thinks
if anyone sees them that way,

they'll blame me.
Okay.

You said you only
see a parent once,

yet here I am again.

I did feel that we should
have another session.

One that was
a little more structured,

and our previous meeting became
a chance for you to vent.

- I have a lot to vent.
- Which I appreciate.

But I also have certain things
that I am supposed

- to accomplish in here.
- Like what?

Like if you were
to get the children back.

I mean, if that could be worked
out for that to happen,

what kind of visitation would
you want Mr. Broderick to have?

No visitation.

And no notes.

Okay.

I was a good mother always.

I was always there.

I did everything
I was supposed to do.

For years,
my parenting abilities

were fine by Dan Broderick.

Now we're in litigation,
suddenly, they're not.

That's why we're here.

He didn't care
if they were eaten by rats.

He didn't care
if they saw his whore

with her legs spread
in the hallway...

- We...
- Or how many times...

What's her name?

Wait, what?
Who?

I don't care.
I don't care.

I mean, does she care about me?
Does she care about my kids?

Did you discuss
any of this with her?

I mean,
try telling her anything?

- Even... even in anger.
- Oh, that's on me to do too?

Linda.

Ah.

Linda.

All right?
Mm‐hmm.

Are you all right?

I'm done.

I'm not coming back here again.
You're too good at this.

You're too good at what you do.
You're too good of a therapist.

I don't want those kids
by myself.

I won't let you talk me into it.

You make me forget that
I'm angry at the asshole

and his whore,
and if I'm not angry,

I'm not gonna make it.

The hearing's tomorrow
and I need background, Betty,

on all these contempt motions
they sent over.

I thought you told me

you wouldn't call Dan
or harass him anymore.

Yeah, right, I'm the only one
expected to keep my promises.

I forgot.

All right, well,
speaking of that,

I've been trying not
to bring this up,

but I still haven't been paid.

So I have a proposition for you.

I found out that Dan's selling
one of the Colorado properties.

- What?
- And long story short,

Dan's agreed to send me a check
for the full amount of sale.

Let me act as broker,

divide the proceeds
between the two of you,

and take my fee from your half.

- What do you think?
- Dan has agreed?

What does that mean?

Did you talk to Dan?

I called him first to ask him...

Why is my lawyer

talking to Dan Broderick
without even telling me?

I did try to explain this
to you...

Oh, God, you're just like
all the others, I guess...

wanna get in good with him
at my expense!

You don't have
to listen to me, Betty.

That's your right,

but I am not going
to work for free.

So you tell me, then.
What do we do?

I understand you will
no longer be serving

as council for Mrs. Broderick,
Ms. Clark.

That's correct, Your Honor,
at Mrs. Broderick's request.

The court is grateful
for your appearance today.

Sir, if I could
go on the record,

these contempt filings
and postponements

by Mr. Mills and Mr. Broderick

serve to deliberately delay
trial proceedings,

which will of course dilute
Mrs. Broderick's share

of community property either
by accruing undue debts

or even hiding assets.

- Excuse me.
- Which I find surprising,

after Mr. Mills
and Mr. Broderick

have assured me countless times

that Mr. Broderick wishes only

to equally divide the property
and get on with his life.

These are unfounded
accusations, Your Honor.

I want to talk about how,

after I made myself very clear,

I somehow again have a calendar
of backed up contempt motions

against your client, Ms. Clark.

Nine different new ones
in the system.

Five that Mrs. Broderick
needs to answer

in this hearing today,

and that's on top of 24 days
worth of suspended sentences

from previous contempt
convictions.

I would argue
it is blatantly inflammatory

for Miss Kolkena to record
the outgoing message

for the Broderick household,

that it causes Mrs. Broderick
to become emotional

- and express herself badly.
- Oh, stop.

Stop.
I am done with this.

Get the girlfriend
off the machine.

Now,

moving on to the children.

Having reviewed and considered

the detailed
therapeutic assessment

of Mrs. Broderick's
mental health,

I am officially
sanctioning matters

to remain as they are.

Mr. Broderick shall retain
sole custody

with visitation to Mrs.
Broderick at his discretion.

And Mrs. Broderick?

I'm imposing
a 25‐day jail sentence.

Your Honor, I understand
your frustration and...

and desire to hold
Mrs. Broderick accountable.

I do.

But a sentence of such length
will not be rehabilitative.

If... if Mrs. Broderick... if...

if she perhaps apologized
to the court...

Judge Russell,
I promise to change my ways.

I do know what
you don't want me to do.

I've just been trying
to escape this madness.

19 days suspended.
Six days in jail.

Your Honor,
I respectfully request a stay

for Mrs. Broderick to go home
and get her affairs in order.

Denied.

Hey, bud.

Jen told me I should come
talk to you.

Said you were crying earlier.

Wouldn't tell anybody why.

Mom.

I mean, if we're never gonna
get to be with her,

live with her...

- Ryan...
- We need her.

And she needs us.

I know.
I know it's hard.

You're a kid,

and your mom is like a kid, too.

She doesn't get her way,

she kicks and screams,
breaks things.

Okay, okay.
Just a little more.

A little... little further.
Little further.

Don't move.

Stay right there.

Okay, take the blindfold off.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

She said yes!

She just can't control herself.

She's never been able to.
She's always been this way.

She just can't stop.

Or she won't.

Let's go.

It's not your fault.

It's nobody's fault except hers.