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Then we have a deal? - Yes.

If you hire an attorney dedicated only to our dossier,

someone we approve.

- Well, we need a top lawyer to seal the deal with Keas, right?

- Yes. - Well, I found her.

Miranda Delano.

- It's a pleasure to meet you. - Yeah, finally.

- Ms. Delano, hi. - Yes.

- I see you've met our firm's paralegal, Evelyn.

- Out of all the lawyers in Montreal...

- She meant nothing to me, Ev.

You are gonna be the mother of my child.

- We don't know about that yet.

- What are you doing? Bro?

- My brother Andy here is an alcoholic.

If you could all please not give him a drink after work,

that would be great.

Let's start a family.

- Yes.

- Yes?

- I cheated on you, Phil.

Phil, it meant nothing!

I needed to be honest with you.

I'm telling you this because I want

to spend my life with you, Phil!

Phil, I love you!

(Grunting, moaning)

(Giggling, moaning)

(Laughing)

- So, the house turns you on?

- Ah! Yeah, I guess we had to give it a test drive.

- Do you see us here?

- It has everything.

- It's more than we wanted to spend.

- We'll take out a loan.

- It needs a lot of work.

- Then we'll renovate.

Look at this place, Ev.

This is where we're gonna raise our family.

It's our home. It's perfect.

(Door opening)

- (Real estate agent): Sorry, traffic was a mess!

Well, what do you think of the place?

- It's perfect!

(Laughing)

♪ ♪ ♪

- (Protestors): No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas! No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas!

No mine, no Keas! No mine, no Keas!

- (Man): Yeah!

- And now we'll hear from the representatives of Keas.

- Thank you.

We appreciate your concern.

We just want to assure you that the Keas mining project

will have positive socio-economic impacts on the...

- Do you feel guilty? - For what?

It was all perfectly legal.

If it wasn't us,

somebody else would have done the job.

- ...not only the potential impact on the ground water,

but also to ensure total control of toxic runoff,

radiation, airborne particles and tailing ponds.

- Phil!

Wait!

What will it take for you to forgive me?

Phil?

Please, talk to me.

Phil!

- All right, you want to talk?

Fine. Who was it?

- That's not important.

- Yes, it is, to me. Who is it?

- It's a lawyer.

(Chuckling)

- A lawyer?

Someone I know? - No.

- Who? Tell me a name.

- This didn't happen out of nowhere.

We were barely talking to each other.

- When?

- You remember Pat's client, Blackburn?

The guy who was upset about his divorce?

♪ ♪ ♪

We tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't sign the papers.

He was angry. And he had been drinking.

On his way home...

(Brakes screeching, woman grunting)

...he hit a pedestrian.

He fled. She died.

I was deposed by his defence lawyer.

Terrence asked me to make a statement

about Blackburn's mental state.

- Terrence?

- Terrence Walker from Bernstein and Lozinski.

- How could you do this?

- Phil, please!

Please.

I was upset.

And you shut me out.

- Mmm. - He listened.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure he did.

- He made me realize that I don't want to do this.

Becoming a paralegal is an excuse...

because I'm too scared to give music a real shot.

I'm miserable.

- So, sex is the cost of therapy these days?

Cheap.

How many times?

- Stop. - How many times?

- Two, three times.

- Where?

- His place, his car.

- Classy.

- You were so busy chasing Miranda Delano.

You never would have come clean

if I hadn't found your messages.

- If you had presented that evidence,

you would have won.

(Chuckling)

- Maybe, but playing a game of "What if"...

that can be dangerous.

- I don't know. Or it could be fun.

- OK.

I'll play. - OK.

- What if...

I hadn't taken this case?

And what if I hadn't met you?

And what if...

I didn't think about you all the time?

- And what if I...

(Clicking tongue)

You're right.

This is a...

this is a dangerous game.

- If anything ever changes...

you know where to find me.

- I didn't go.

- But you wanted to.

I was invisible.

You didn't care if I had cancer or not.

- What? When?

- Phil, can you come here?

I feel a lump.

- You're not dying.

- Breast cancer runs in my family.

My aunt had it.

The chemotherapy alone was terr--

- Evelyn...

this is the biggest trial of my career.

Please.

If you're so worried, go to a doctor, get it checked.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Yeah, but, Evelyn,

you didn't have cancer.

- Would you have stuck around if I did?

- Of course I would. I'm not a monster!

- That's not reassuring.

- Oh, Evelyn, you know what? You always do this.

You get so insecure that you think that you're sick,

and then it becomes my fault.

- Yeah, because every time I need you most,

you don't seem to care!

- No, you don't get to do that!

You did this.

You did this. You made this choice.

You cheated. - Phil...

- You--you think I'm the one that doesn't care?

Everything I do, everything I do,

the--the firm, the house, that money pit,

it's all for you.

And I...

- We can-- we can get past this.

Phil, I love you.

I love you.

I love you so much.

- Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

When did you sleep with him?

- Stop it-- - When?

- About three months ago.

- This is his baby.

- No, it's not. - How can you be sure?

We've always been careful.

- Phil...

- Wow, you really killed it with your presentation today.

- Thanks for lunch.

Now how about I treat you to dessert?

(Sighing)

- Yeah, I--I--I don't--

I don't think it's our best move.

- Move?

- Well, this, us, it's a-- it's a conflict of interest.

(Scoffing)

Don't you think it'd be wiser to end it

before we get too deep?

- Oh, really?

- Well, if anyone ever found out,

my firm would lose the Keas contract...

(Scoffing)

...and you'd lose your job.

You're so good at it,

I wouldn't want to jeopardize your future, you know?

- Wow. Wow.

(Sighing, door closing)

(Sighing)

(Knocking on door)

(Knocking on door)

- Hey, it's Andy.

I'm not available or I'm avoiding you.

Leave a message.

(Phone beeping)

- Andy, hey.

Look...

we're worried, OK?

Mom's freaking out.

She's, like, getting ready to issue an amber alert here,

'cause you're missing.

So just... call me, please?

Bye.

(Scoffing)

- I think we should call the police.

- No, no.

We're not calling the cops.

- They can help!

- No, they'll talk to Miriam,

and then she'll know he's missing.

It will destroy any chance of him ever seeing

his daughter again.

(Exhaling sharply)

- You look like shit.

You OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

- It's something.

Tell your mother.

(Sighing)

- Honestly...

yeah, I'm not feeling so good.

Ev and I have been really, uh--

- Tell me about it.

I haven't slept a wink since your brother disappeared.

I even missed my ceramics class.

Can you imagine finding out that they found his body

while I was plastering my Buddha?

- It's a bit of a leap, Mom.

- Is it?

You remember how horrible it was when he OD'd.

- Yes, of course I remember.

- Let me in the house!

- Andy, I'm not-- - Open the door!

- Get out! Please leave!

- Why didn't you pick up?

- What?

- Andy left 8 messages for you that day.

He never would have OD'd if you'd been there for him.

- What the hell are you talking about?

I have always been there for him and--and for Evelyn

and for you!

- Oh, sorry... - And what--what--

- Sorry to be such a burden...

- What about you? He's your son.

You didn't even visit him in the hospital after he OD'd.

Where were you? - How dare you?

Do you know what I would do if either of you died?

I would kill myself!

- We'd be bringing you in to manage our top client.

It's a great offer. - It is.

But I want half the firm.

- Well, that's unreasonable.

Miranda Delano didn't even want that.

- I'm not Miranda Delano.

And I want to bring in some of my own people.

(Sighing)

Take it or leave it.

- You're firing me? - Yes, I am.

You didn't want Delano.

Now the new guy wants his own team, so...

- You have no right to treat me like this.

- You lied, messed up contracts

and you fucked another lawyer in the back of his car.

So yeah, I think I do.

- You're pathetic! I work here!

What I earn helps us pay for the house!

- Which I never should have bought with you

in the first place. That was a mistake!

- All right, check out these offices.

Big leagues now, baby!

Look at that view!

What?

- He just fired me.

- You can't do that. - Excuse me?

- She's my sister, and this is half my firm.

(Chuckling)

All right, that's it. Forgive her.

- You told him?

- Uh...

- Oh, come on, it was one mistake.

- Oh my God! - Everyone makes them.

You're having a baby.

- Yeah, it's probably not mine! - Phil, it's yours!

- Do you think I'd have 2 amazing kids with Eric

if he didn't forgive, you know, a couple missteps?

- You know what? I'm not doing this.

- Hey, when your life affects our firm, it's my business.

Evelyn stays.

We're making money. Go see a marriage counsellor!

- Aha... - Or we do our own therapy.

We track down this shit and break his legs.

- Get out of my way. - Phil!

We need to find a way to move on.

- Oh, don't worry. I have.

(Sighing)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- State the reason for the trip.

- To dump Evelyn before she cheats on me.

- The system could not register your answer.

Please try again.

- To stop the purchase of the house.

- "Stop," "purchase" and "house" have been accepted.

Using the keypad,

enter the desired date of the trip starting...

(Phone beeping)

Our agents will arrive tomorrow between 9:00 a.m. and 9:00 p.m.

Thank you for choosing Plan B.

(Phone beeping)

♪ ♪ ♪

- (Eric): Hurry up, we're gonna be late for school.

Did you bring your homework? - Is it the new one?

- All right, you can work on it and show me later, all right?

- In. - OK, get in.

- Backpacks off. Seatbelts on.

Let's go.

Give me a minute, I forgot my bag.

(Dog barking in distance)

(Line ringing)

- (Phil): Yeah?

- We have a problem. - What?

- Things are about to get complicated

with the Keas account.

- Wait a minute. Are you still sleeping with her?

- No, no, no. I ended it.

I just didn't tell her the whole truth.

- It's always something with you, Pat.

- ...up operations in the Saint Jean region.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'll change it when I go back.

- Patrick, we're running late!

- People are demanding an investigation.

Today, things have been heated in Saint Jean.

- No mine, no Keas!

- It's a foregone conclusion in the Keas mine case.

- The Keas mining project will have

positive socio-economic impacts on the area,

the residents and for Quebec.

- While Saint Jean's Town Council is hearing

residents complaints,

Keas has already begun tearing down properties

on the future mine site.

Saint Jean residents are concer--

(Footsteps approaching)

- We weren't always careful.

- What?

- You remember the night of our anniversary?

You had worked late.

You had forgotten it was our anniversary.

(Grunting)

Are you OK?

- Yeah, I just...

I just have a lot on my mind.

That's all.

I'm fine.

- That was the night, Phil, that I got pregnant.

If we're over, fine.

But this is your baby.

(Door closing)

(Doorbell ringing)

♪ ♪ ♪

(Grunting)

(Grunting, moaning)

- Stop! Stop, stop!

- Wha--what--what did I do?

- Nothing.

Nothing, the agent's just gonna be here any second.

(Door opening)

- Sorry, traffic was a mess.

What do you think of the place?

- Yes! - No!

No, sorry, we're not gonna take it.

It would be a big mistake.

(Footsteps retreating)

Hey, Ev, we need to talk.

- Can you come here?

- Ev, look, I...

- Please?

Yeah, I feel a lump.

Can you check it?

Right here.

- I'm sure you're fine,

but let's go get you checked out.

(Alarm buzzing)

- Phil...

don't you have a big trial today?

- She is shitting her pants right now.

- Who? - What?

Miranda Delano. Who do you think?

- Oh, wh--where are we at in this case?

- Jesus, man. This is your trial.

- No, I know, I want to hear it from your point of view.

Humour me. - Where we're at?

If we don't win, we won't make our quarterlies--

- No, I don't want to hear about the money.

I want to hear your opinion as a lawyer.

- Oh, uh, OK.

Yesterday you proved the plaintiff had

the right to refuse--

- Right, right, right! Got it, perfect.

- Not done. - I know what happens next.

- Still not done.

- From this internal memo we obtained,

it's perfectly clear that the defendants expressed

malicious intent towards our client.

- Objection, Your Honour.

This evidence was not submitted at the beginning of trial.

- I'll allow it.

- But, sir-- - Move along, counsellor.

- Your Honour, in light of this recent evidence,

we ask that the court adjourn so we may have

some time to prepare our defence.

- Fine, let's adjourn for the weekend.

- How'd you know she'd fold like that?

- What can I say, I'm on fire.

(Chuckling)

Nice move.

- You too.

- No, just one step ahead.

So, tell me, how would your client feel

about entertaining a deal?

- I can be convincing.

- So then we should meet to discuss terms?

- I'm all yours.

How about drinks?

- Now?

Uh...

I can't.

But my office is quiet tomorrow.

What do you say?

- Great.

- Great.

- It looks good.

♪ ♪ ♪

(Elevator chiming)

(Chuckling)

- What are you really doing here?

We both know your client's not gonna take a deal.

- How can you be so sure?

- 'Cause it would wreck his reputation.

And his reputation is everything.

- What about you?

- What about me?

(Chuckling)

- Are you playing me? - No, I'm very sincere.

- OK. Spoken like a player.

(Laughing)

- No. No, I--I think we could make a deal.

- I can't.

But I am curious to know what you had in mind.

- Well, how's this for a deal?

I win the case, you treat me to dinner.

I lose, I'll pay.

- Aren't you seeing someone?

- Not for long.

- I don't settle...

in court or relationships.

I like to be No. 1.

- As you should be.

(Phone buzzing)

Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

- Wait, what's the date today?

- December 12th. Why?

- Oh my God! I'm sorry.

- Is everything all right?

- Uh, family emergency.

- Yeah, of course.

- (Andy): Phil, I messed up. - Oh shit!

- And I need your help, man.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Pick up your phone and call me back.

I need your help. Please.

(Phone chiming)

(Phone clicking)

(Keys clanging)

- Andy.

Andy! - Hey, man.

What are you doing here? - You can't go in there, OK?

- No, I gotta go see my daughter.

- No, you can't blow up your life.

- She said I can't come home. - Andy, stop!

- But it's my house too, bitch!

- Stop! Andy, stop!

You love your wife? Right?

You love your kid? - Yeah, I fucking screwed up.

- OK, come on, come on. I'll take care of everything.

It's OK. It's OK.

- Fuck. - That's it. You're OK.

Good?

- Fuck!

(Engine starting)

(Machines beeping)

Oh, God!

I feel like crap!

Ugh! - Yeah, you look like crap.

(Chuckling)

- Phil, she threatened to leave me if I didn't stop.

- Yeah, I know.

- How do you know?

I didn't tell anybody.

- Come on.

It was just a matter of time, Andy.

- I lost my job.

I got busted drinking.

I can't pay the bills, so might lose the fucking house.

- You have to tell her.

- Tell her what?

That I'm hopeless?

I'm a fucking loser?

- You're not a loser, Andy.

- Well, I appreciate your help.

She didn't have to see me like this.

I'll just tell her that boss shorted the cheque

and that I can pay her back.

- No, stop. Stop, stop.

Andy, you gotta tell the truth, man.

You're gonna be fucking honest for once.

- She'll leave me.

- Everybody deserves a second chance, man.

(Scoffing)

You tell her that you suffer from depression, OK?

That you're an addict and that you're going to rehab,

and then you follow through.

- What if I can't?

- You have to...

for your family.

And you can.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ ♪

- Phil?

Hey.

- Andy's in the ER.

He overdosed.

- I'm here.

(Sniffling)

- He could have died.

- I got you.

There.

(Bowl clinking on table)

Is it good?

- Yeah.

- Uh, the realtor called.

She has more options in our price range.

- That's great.

- OK...

What is it?

I know you're worried about Andy.

But what else?

Is it money?

The firm?

Us?

- Everything.

(Grunting, moaning)

(Horn honking)

Go around!

- All right. Here we go.

Don't worry, I got this in the bag.

What?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- What?

(Exhaling sharply)

- I don't think I can trust Ev.

Ever since she cheated on me--

- What? Ev cheated?

- No. No, not... not yet.

She might, you know...

- Who's the guy?

- I don't think she's met him yet.

- Brother...

(Chuckling)

...come on, man.

You gotta stop doing this to yourself.

You'll drive yourself crazy. You're gonna push her away.

- How would you feel if Miriam had an affair?

Or if you thought she could, I mean, what would you do?

- I mean...

(Scoffing)

Honestly, could I blame her?

Look, you'll figure it out.

All right? You always do.

(Chuckling)

- I don't want you worrying about me, OK?

You just focus on getting better.

- Yeah, I will.

Just don't mess anything up when I'm in there, all right?

I won't be able to fix it for you.

(Chuckling)

(Sniffling)

- Proud of you.

- Thank you.

- I'm ruling in favour of the Plaintiff,

compensatory damages to be paid.

- You're the man!

(Chuckling)

- Congratulations.

- You should have taken the deal when you had a chance.

- My client was never going to settle, but you knew that.

- Well... - So, it seems I owe you dinner.

You up for it?

- Do you like Chinese?

- I know a good spot.

(Chuckling, phone buzzing)

- Well...

if you had presented that evidence,

you would have won.

- Maybe.

(Chuckling)

Playing a game of "What if" can be dangerous.

- Or it could be fun.

- OK. I'll play.

What if I hadn't taken this case?

And what if I hadn't met you?

And what if...

I didn't think about you all the time?

- And what if I kissed you?

- What about your girlfriend?

- It's over.

- What if this is just some ploy to get me into bed?

- And what if it's not?

- If that's the truth...

then-- - Then I know where to find you.

(Knocking on door)

- Hi.

(Moaning)

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting, moaning)

♪ ♪ ♪

- Stop. Stop. - What, Phil? What?

What?

(Breathing heavily)

- I ca--I ca--I can't.

I'm sorry. I can't.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Line ringing)

- We're sorry.

You are currently using Plan B services.

Please wait until this period ends

before making another request.

Thank you for using Plan B.

- Oh, co--come on!

(Phone beeping)

Ah, fuck.

(Sighing)

Hey.

- Hey.

(Sniffling)

- I missed you.

- Really? - Yeah.

I love you...

more than ever.

(Sighing)

- You've been so distant.

- I know.

But I'm here.

I'm here now. - Yeah.

(Sighing)

- Come back to bed.

(Chuckling)

- I wish. - Come on.

I'll call in sick.

We can spend the whole day together.

- No, I have a job interview.

- For what?

- You know your firm can't hire me.

So I applied to all the top firms.

♪ ♪ ♪

Some even want me.

- Don't go to the interview.

- Why?

No, we need the money.

- Listen to me, I don't want you doing us any favours.

I think you should be playing the cello again.

- The cello? - Yeah.

- No, we made a plan.

I got my certification so we have two incomes.

- Well, now we have a new plan,

because becoming a paralegal was a cop out.

You were just too afraid to give music a real shot.

That's what you're supposed to be doing.

(Exhaling sharply)

- I haven't thought about playing the cello

in so long.

- Lies.

You think about it all the time.

And you should do it. You should go for it.

(Sniffling)

And...

(Chuckling)

...I think we should get that house.

You're right, it's perfect.

- Really? - Really.

(Chuckling)

(Sledgehammer pounding)

Yeah!

(Chuckling)

- These renos are gonna take forever.

- Yeah, you have no idea.

- Wait, how did you know they were concealing evidence?

(Chuckling)

- What? No.

How come you knew he was the killer?

- Lucky guess.

- I'm telling you, with Keas as a client,

we'd be set.

Let's bid for the contract. - Money is rolling in.

We're winning all our cases.

- It'd build our rep as big players.

- Big players for unethical clients.

The press would brand us as the latest evil law firm.

The people of Saint Jean need lawyers like us more than Keas.

- They won't pay cash.

- Class actions are good for business.

Now listen to me,

don't sleep with anyone at Keas to get that contract.

- What are you talking about?

- Pat, I know you. You'd take one for the team.

- Yes, always, but--

- And don't worry about money, OK?

We're gonna raise your salary,

make sure you can pay for your kid's private school.

- Did you talk to Eric?

♪ ♪ ♪

This is good.

- No, this is great.

- I--I mean, we tripled our billable hours

in the last quarter

and we're set to do even more this one.

- That feels good to be on top for a change, huh?

(Chuckling)

- Hey, Pat, your client Robert Blackburn is here.

He's upset. He won't sign the divorce papers.

- Oh, God. This guy.

(Brakes screeching)

- Pat?

Uh, why don't you let me talk to him?

- Um, but you, uh, you hate divorce cases.

- Just let me give it a try.

- All yours.

Fucking hate the guy.

- Mr. Blackburn?

I'm Philip.

I'm--I'm one of the partners here.

- I'm not gonna sign.

- OK. Why?

- Because she had an affair.

- Yeah. I get it.

I've been cheated on too.

I know how it feels.

You get it in your head, you can't unsee it.

Makes you want to do crazy things.

You want to punish her, right?

What's that gonna do for you?

It's what you do next that counts.

Look, you're--you're angry, you're hurt, right?

But those--those are just feelings.

You haven't actually done anything wrong, yet.

You been drinking?

Want me to drive you home?

(Brakes screeching)

- Thanks, Phil.

- Just think of it as a clean slate.

(Door opening)

(Door closing)

(♪ Alternative rock on radio ♪)

Hey, I'm actually gonna need to make another stop.

- I've got a Mr. Grimmer here to see you.

He's coming down now.

- Thank you.

- Counsellor Grimmer.

Terrence Walker.

This about a case?

- No.

- OK...

How can I help you?

- Oh, you can't.

I just wanted to take a look at you.

- Excuse me, who are you?

♪ ♪ ♪

(Clears throat)

(Moaning, breathing heavily)

♪ ♪ ♪

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

I want to start a family.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

- (Pat): Turn on the news now.

- It's a foregone conclusion in the Keas mine case.

- The Keas mining project will have

positive socio-economic impacts on the area--

- Guess who's gonna represent the poor,

cheated people of Saint Jean

against the evil corporate giant Keas?

- How did you do this?

- I happened to be in a bar in Saint Jean.

- Happened to be? - Mm-hmm.

And I happened to run into this lovely young woman

who happened to introduce me to her father.

Just come into the office.

The fine folks of Saint Jean are awaiting their saviours.

- Well done, my friend.

(Gervais speaking French on TV)

(Chuckling)

- Well, I'm off.

- You look fantastic.

- Oh, I wouldn't want to go there.

- Morning sickness?

- Yeah, always.

- You sure you want to go to this audition?

- Well, I've been practicing.

What, you don't think I'm ready?

- What? No. No, it's just...

I don't know, if you get the gig,

you will just have to ask for a maternity leave right away.

I mean, I can cover the bills, you know.

The firm is booming.

- Phil, we agreed.

- Yeah, you're right. - Yeah. OK.

- You're gonna be amazing.

Come on. - Yeah.

(Grunting)

- Break a leg!

I love you. - I love you too.

♪ ♪ ♪

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