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-Previously...
-Dad is making me equity partner.

Don't tell Abby until it's done.

Ben is a top prosecutor.
Big step up from the fireman.

-What're we celebrating?
-Getting married!

He asked me to emcee.

-Daniel, you didn't!
-Could I speak to Lucy?

She doesn't want you.
Don't call again.

-Craig?
-Did he eat the chocolate cake?

It's is toxic to dogs.

I finished my moral inventory,
I'm ready to share.

Congratulations, Abby.
How about Friday before work?

I love you, Harry, but I have to
end this now, on my terms.

I've carried a lot of resentment
toward my parents over the years.

Especially Harry.

Part of me still blames them
for my addiction.

I can also be impulsive
which can get me into trouble,

but that impulsivity
can also be an asset,

it allows me to think outside
the box.

Okay. Let's see. Procrastination,
covered. Impatience, covered.

Sometimes, my jokes are
"insensitive",

but whether that's my fault

or the fault of the person with
no sense of humor is debatable.

A moral inventory sure
builds up an appetite.

Can I take you to
the Sunshine Diner?

-I give you an "A" for performance.
-Thank you.

And an "F" for digging deep.

A true moral inventory requires
fearlessness and self-honesty.

-I was honest.
-You're still deflecting!

Not taking
any personal responsibility.

Why not take another stab at it?

You're not my law professor.
You can't fail me.

No. But you can fail yourself.

We were there all night.
I really thought I might lose him.

-Martina stayed with you that long?
-She loves Craig as much as I do.

No offense, but she didn't stay
there all night for him.

Doesn't matter. None of it matters.
She's marrying Quinn in a week.

Thank God you'll be at the wedding.

Don't think I can do it without you.

Daniel, I won't be.
I'm going on my cruise, remember?

Can't you meet the ship
at its next port?

Right. Okay. I heard myself.

-Morning, Winston.
-Word of warning?

-Stay clear of Mr. Svensson.
-Which one?

Which imbecile drank the last
of my coffee?

-That one.
-This was half-full ten minutes ago!

Why do you treat
that creature like a baby?

-He's easily winded!
-You look like a fool.

Him. Not you.

He had his yearly physical
this morning.

You should go check on him,
Jerri.

With all three of his children
standing right here? Please.

Ms. Bianchi? Carla and
Dwayne Shears have arrived.

-I have work.
-I have clients.

-Where is your lawyer?
-I fired him.

-I'm representing myself.
-I don't recommend that.

I'm not throwing another penny
to you vultures.

-I watched Law & Order. I got this.
-Told you. Dumb as a stump.

Mr. Shears, you're three months
in arrears

on your child support
for your 15-year-old daughter.

-I object!
-You can't object.

I'm not paying another dime for a kid
who isn't mine.

-Here we go again!
-Exhibit A, she's nothing like me.

Yeah, she's smart and pretty!

Is Reg her dad?
And remember, you're under oath.

No, she's not under oath. who is Reg?

Reg was my boyfriend before
Dwayne, a million years ago.

-I told you, he's not Britney's dad!
-So let's take DNA tests.

-She's under no obliga--
-Unless you can't handle the truth!

Oh, you're on, Dwayne!

Let's all spit into test tubes
and lay this bullcrap to rest.

Well, this court is adjourned!

-You didn't have to do that.
-He just gets me so riled up.

I have a contact at a lab, we can get
these tests fast-tracked.

Then he has to pay support again?

He never should've stopped.

As long as he's her dad,
he's not off the hook.

Oh, he's Britney's dad, 100%!
Okay, 90%.

Between you, me, I used to fool
around with Reg for a couple years

after me and Dwayne got together.

-But you were safe, though, right?
-Yeah!

We used the "P&P" method.

-P&P?
-"Pull and pray."

Family Law

Thanks again for staying with
the kids.

Smart move on Isabelle's part to go
to the conference with you.

Will Felicity be there?
I'd pay to see that.

I also wanted to tell you

Isabelle and I
are moving in together.

Wow. That's fast.

Yeah, it surprised me, too.
But when you know, you know.

-You moving into Casa Gnome?
-No.

No, we want to find our own place.
Together.

-You want to sell the house?
-Or you could buy me out.

Whatever works for you, Abby.

I'll think it over.

And Frank? I'm happy for you.

Dammit, man!
This is a tripping hazard.

A lawsuit waiting to happen!

-Someone needs to check on him.
-I'm taking an early lunch.

You're partner,
even if it is just income.

-Well, you're the oldest.
-You're his favorite.

-Cecil! Can you--
-Don't do it, Cecil. It's a trap.

Fine! I'll do it. Wimps.

All right, Harry, what's wrong?

I am working in an office full
of incompetents.

You were at the doctor's today.

-Are you okay?
-Wouldn't you love it if I wasn't?

-You're all waiting for me to die.
-Dang it! You're on to us.

Too bad for you, I'm fit as a fiddle.

Then why are you fouler than normal?

Your mother and I broke up.

What is with men and your desire
for shiny, new things?

Mom?

-Mom!
-Hi-hi! What are you doing here?

-Why weren't you answering?
-I left it inside. What's wrong?

-I know Harry broke up with you.
-Why would you assume that?

-I broke up with him.
-You did? So you're okay?

What did you think?
I'd be face-down in the pool?

The first time, you wouldn't
get out of bed for two weeks.

I lived on popcorn and cereal
and tickled your toes

-to make sure you were alive.
-You are grossly exaggerating.

At least tell me what happened?

There are some things
you share with your children,

and some you don't.

Wish you'd followed that rule
when I was seven!

Mr. Svensson? Sir?

Mr. Svensson?

Sir?

What in God's name are you doing?

-Winston has something to tell you.
-Sorry, sir.

Jacqueline Fitzhugh's waiting for you
in the boardroom.

I was told Jacqueline was waiting
for me,

but you must be her younger sister.

Oh, you sweet-talker, you!

-To what do I owe the pleasure?
-I'm getting married!

Wonderful!
Who's the lucky fellow?

Frederick.

Frederick? As in the Frederick you've
married and divorced twice before?

Three times! You only
represented me on the last two.

I don't need to remind you
of your last divorces.

Things will be different!

Frederick and I want to draw up
a very detailed prenup.

Fourth time's the charm.

-Oh, what's in there? Can I have one?
-Your father's favorite madeleine's.

I've never seen him this gutted over
a break-up.

Is it weird that I feel a bit sad
things didn't work out between them?

No. I do, too.

Hey, Gwyn.
Thanks again for fast-tracking those.

Okay. Wait. What?

Hi, Carla. Thanks for coming in
on such short notice.

Oh, no probs, Ms. B.

I won't be too long, Brit.

-You brought Britney?
-I had no choice.

She gets anxiety attacks
and I have to pull her school.

Mr. Shears and his lawyer
have arrived.

-Oh, hey, Brit.
-Hey, Dad.

-Rough morning?
-Yep.

Finnegan's Wake? I found the
idiosyncratic language tedious.

-English assignment?
-No. Pleasure.

The results of your DNA tests
came back.

Dwayne is not Britney's father.

-Guilty as charged!
-I'm not done.

You're not Britney's father,
but, Carla...

you're not Britney's mother.

This makes no sense.

You were definitely pregnant.
You got as big as a barn.

Thank you, Dwayne.
Where was Britney born?

-St. Patrick's.
-Tell me what you remember.

It was a crazy night.

A nurse told me it was nine months
to the day after that terrible storm.

The one that caused the blackout.

-Couldn't watch wrestling, so...
-Fast-forward to a mini baby-boom.

Four of us had to share a room.

I needed a C-section,
so my memories are foggy after that.

What do you remember, Dwayne?

Britney and another baby
went under some lamp

because they were yellow.

They were brought back a little
while later.

The other kid belonged to the lady
who was bitching

-She'd paid for a private room.
-Oh, her. Yeah.

She didn't even want an epidural.
What a dumb-dumb.

Okay. Leave it with me, all right?
We'll get to the bottom of this.

Dwayne. We can't breathe
a word of this to Britney. Not yet.

Could this girl really have been
switched at birth?

Can that even happen these days?

There was a case recently,
out of Tennessee.

The perfect storm of understaffing,
overwork, and incompetence.

Cecil, I'll need the birth records

and room assignments for the night
Britney was born.

Just as soon as I finish my sandwich.

That poor girl. Cases like this,
they often wind up feeling like

they don't belong in either family.

As a kid, I was convinced
I was switched at birth,

my real parents were
Tony Danza and Judith Light

"Who's the Boss?" Ay-oh. Oh-ay.

Does anyone here ever work?

Harry! Harry.

I just want to apologize for assuming
the break-up was your fault.

There's just so much history in
that house.

-Bought it before Sofia was born.
-Well, get rid of it.

The best thing my ex
and I did was sell our home.

-Too many bad memories?
-Not just the bad ones.

Every single moment
in that house after we split

was an unwanted trip down
memory lane.

I can see the appeal
of a fresh start.

Just not sure Nico and Sofia will.

I'm with them tonight,
I should go.

I have a dinner to attend for the
Cambie Legal Aid Fund tomorrow.

It'll be a long evening full of
boring speeches, rubbery chicken.

The Jell-O desserts are decent.
Worst part, we'd be sober.

-We?
-Would you be my date?

If I go, the entire legal community
will know we're--

Yes. They will.

-If it's too much to ask, I...
-You had me at "Jell-O".

Scootch over.

-I spoke with your father.
-He's moving in with Isabelle.

-How do you feel about that?
-I mean, we can't stop it, so--

She's nice and all,
but it's kind of weird.

Well, I was thinking we've been
in this house a long time.

-Since you fit in my arm, Sof.
-You want to sell it.

I thought maybe we could look for
something new together.

-Same neighborhood?
-Same neighborhood.

-Can I have my own bathroom?
-I bet that can be arranged.

-Can my bedroom be a turret?
-That might be a stretch, kiddo.

Give it, donkey-butt!

-You won the essay-writing contest!
-What? Sof!

That's amazing. At your school?

-What was the topic?
-"Secrets".

I'd love to read it.

If you did, then it wouldn't be
a secret, would it?

It can't be that much of a secret
if you entered it into a contest!

-Have you read it?
-No.

She says I'm not mature enough.

Thanks for breakfast, Mom.

Why, you're welcome Nico.
Sofia, isn't your brother polite?

Thank you, Mother, for taking a box
of Gorilla Munch

and lifting your arm to pour it into
our bowls.

You know where my French horn is?

You shouldn't sneak up on people
like that, kiddo.

You wouldn't happen to know Sofia's
password?

-She changed it.
-Why?

I may have switched all her profile
pictures to the "poo" emoji.

So, it's your fault I can't spy?

Hey, don't forget Dad's back tonight,

so he'll pick you up from band,
all right?

Hey, Cecil.

-Hospital records just came in.
-And?

And three women shared
Carla's room that night.

Two of them gave birth to boys
and the third had a girl.

Thanks, Big Red.

-Did you get a name?
-I did, indeed.

Ilana Kovacs.

Holy crapoli.

-Pretty nice, eh?
-Okay.

So, remember, we don't know
anything for sure.

-Yeah. We go slow.
-Slow. Yeah. Got it.

I do the talking.

Mom, some people are here for you.

Lizzie? You'll be late
for school, again.

Yeah, what else is new?

Oh, my God, my girl!
My sweet baby girl!

-Do I know you?
-I'm your mom!

What are you talking about?

-Mom, what is she talking about?
-Lizzie, go to your room.

-The hell do you think you're doing?
-I want to apologize.

We shared the same room at the
hospital,

our they took our babies,
brought them back,

gave us the wrong ones.

If you don't leave,
I'm calling the police.

Get off my property! Now!

Oh, God. I am so sorry, Ms. Bianchi.

I saw my girl and I freaking lost it.

It's okay, I get it, Carla.

Lizzie is definitely
your biological child.

Right?

I'll get a court order requiring the
Kovacs to take DNA tests.

Have you had a chance to think about
what you want out of all this?

When Britney was growing up,
we used to joke

that she must be a changeling
because she was so not like us.

She's so serious, so anxious.
So smart!

Her head, it's always in a book
and...

I love her with all my heart.

She will always be my daughter,
but Lizzie's my daughter, too.

And I don't want us to switch back
or anything that would be cruel.

I just want to get to know
my bio-girl.

Any time your client has an affair,
my client receives $100,000.

History suggests
this could prove costly.

-I would advise you against it.
-It's fine. This time is different.

We'll agree to it, on the condition
that if Frederick invites his mother

to stay without at least two
weeks' notice, he'll pay $50,000.

If she stays for longer than three
days, an added penalty of 10 grand.

-Per day.
-Fine.

Mount Hill Secondary.
How can I help you?

Yes! Hi. My name is Sarah Dodd.

I'm a reporter
with the Kerrisdale News.

Yeah. I'm doing a short piece on your
school's writing contest.

-I'd love to see the winning essay.
-Sure. Where shall I send it?

It's sdodd@coastmaildomain.com.
All lowercase, one word.

Harry! I know you're in a bad mood,
but this might cheer you up.

I have a switched-at-birth case.

I want my client to have access
to her biological daughter.

Long game,
I want to sue the hospital.

Daniel filled me in.
You can be second chair.

Hard no. I'm the one with 12 years
in personal injury.

And you'll be an asset because of it.

This could be a high-profile case.
It deserves a partner at the helm.

-Income.
-Equity.

-Since when?
-Since a few weeks ago.

When were you going tell me?

When we announced it to the rest.

-You made him equity partner?
-I did.

What happened to "You're the future
of this firm, Abigail"?

I don't recall that.

I know you're upset
about your break-up,

-but you can't take it out on me.
-Of course, I can.

If it weren't for you,
we'd still be together.

You seriously think it's my fault?

You were constantly pouring poison
in her ear,

telling her I couldn't change.

Congratulations,
you got what you wanted.

How dare you try to blame me.

You may have changed, Harry,

that doesn't erase decades
of bad behavior.

-There you go, dredging up the past.
-Because it's all about your past!

So no one but you has permission
to grow and move on?

Of course not, Harry!
But the foundation was rotten.

And you never let us forget it.

My ex and I used to live on
the North Shore,

when we split, I moved to this side.

-Wow, you have a green thumb.
-Well, the previous owner did.

You were amazing tonight.

Those "vodka tonics"
that were just tonic.

A little trick I learned
a while back.

Whoever said honesty is
the best policy

never had to look at someone's face

when you tell them
you're an alcoholic.

I feel very lucky to have met you,
Ms. Bianchi.

The feeling's mutual, Mr. Cohen.

-Ms. Bianchi, Carla Shears--
-Hi! Ms. B!

Carla. You were going to be
my first call.

The Kovacs' DNA results are back.

They confirm what we already knew.

Oh, and for the record,
Dwayne is Lizzie's father.

So maybe that'll help us with this?

I got home from my shift last night
and some guy handed it to me.

The Kovacs have applied to have
a restraining order against you.

What does that even mean?

It means they want you to have
no part of Lizzie's life.

-Hi! Ms. B!
-Britney, hi.

She was all worked up this morning.

She'll just set herself up
and do homework, right, Brit?

These quadratic equations don't
solve themselves.

-Have you told her about--
-Heck, no!

She thinks I'm trying to get money
from her dad.

-You'll have to tell her eventually.
-How can I say I'm not her bio-mom

if hers wants nothing to do with her?

Oh, crap on a stick!
I forgot to plug my meter.

So quadratic equations, huh?

-Sounds tough.
-Yes, I need to focus, if I want to

keep my average above 95%.

-Hey, it's "flat white, single shot".
-What?

She's a regular at the coffee shop
where I work.

-Really?
-She's a philosophy prof.

We have
these really interesting debates.

She's a Kantian, I'm a Utilitarian.

If your client urinates on my
client's prized rose bushes again,

we want $100,000.

Fine.

If your client writes "Man-Whore"
on my client's Maserati again...

-Oh, for God's sake.
-Sorry, what was that?

I can't do this. I can no longer
participate in this farce.

Neither of you think the other
can change or we wouldn't be here.

Maybe we should just take a moment.

If you can't forgive each other's
past sins and genuinely move on,

you have no business getting
married again.

I was taking the family to Maui with
the spoils from their next divorce.

Joanne broke up with me.

Ms. Kovacs, why do you want a
restraining order against my client?

You were there. You saw that woman
ambush my child.

Lizzie's convinced herself it was
just some kook.

But she wasn't "just some kook".
She's Lizzie's biological mother.

-You are Britney's biological mother.
-I don't care about the DNA results.

What's done can't be undone.

You must be curious about your
flesh-and-blood daughter.

Of course, I am, but my curiosity
can't come at Lizzie's expense.

Maybe when they're older,
we can revisit this.

When did you first realize you might
have the wrong child?

When you arrived at my doorstep.

Ms. Kovacs, do you like coffee?

Yes. I like coffee.

Your neighborhood has lots of
good coffee shops, right?

Yes, but I can't see why--

And yet you drive to a shop
miles from your home

or workplace to order your "flat
white, single shot"

a shop where Britney, your biological
daughter, has a part-time job.

You have long conversations with her
and leave 20 bucks for a $5 drink.

Is that a coincidence?

I'll ask again, Ms. Kovacs,

when did you first know she
was your biological daughter?

I had an inkling early on.

It seemed so crazy, I pushed it
out of my mind, but as time passed...

We love Lizzie,
but she's so different from us.

The mother who shared
my hospital room kept saying

she wanted to name
her daughter after Britney Spears,

because their last name was Shears.

So, a few years ago, I searched for
Britney Shears on Facebook,

and there she was!

A carbon copy
of my husband and me.

I wanted to get to know her a little.

-I just needed to know she was okay.
-Of course you did.

That's all my client wants, too.

I really thought she'd be the woman
I'd grow old with.

If you ask me you dodged a bullet.

This is the same woman who put
cayenne pepper in your jockstrap.

Because I slept with her jazzercise
partner.

She tossed a cocktail in your lap
at a banquet full of your peers.

Because she'd just found out
I was sleeping with my secretary.

-She lit your Alfa Romeo on fire.
-Because I abandoned her.

And our daughter

and I thought I could just
throw money at the problem.

This is a painful situation,
on so many levels.

To the Kovacs and Shears families

your girls have clearly been raised
by loving parents.

While I know this is the start
of a new,

and I'm sure, sometimes painful,
journey,

the girls deserve to know the truth

and have a meaningful relationship
with their biological parents.

I'm dismissing the restraining order.

High-five! Yeah!

Maggie?

When did you get back?
Where's Harmony?

She's with my mom.

-I got back five weeks ago.
-Five weeks?

You abduct our child,
then waltz back into town,

and hope that
we never run into each other?

I never should have left.
I was so messed-up, I had PPD.

-I haven't seen Harmony in months.
-I tried to call.

-Don't lie to me!
-I did.

Your girlfriend said you
wanted nothing to do with me.

I called a few more times,
you never picked up...

Yeah. I quit trying.

-I never got any messages.
-Check your phone.

You have six new messages.

One more sleep! This time tomorrow,
we'll be setting sail!

Hey. Me again.

I don't really know what's up with
you, but we should talk.

-Next message.
-Seriously, Lucy?

You took me to court for
co-parenting rights,

now you're ghosting me? My lawyer
was right, you are a flake.

-Five more weeks of my girl's life.
-I did it for you.

You couldn't see how much pain
you were in.

I was helping you draw healthy
boundaries.

Stop! Just stop it.

We're done, Kelly.
I'll stay at a hotel.

Pick up your stuff when you get back.
Enjoy the cruise.

-I can't believe I was so stupid.
-You weren't stupid.

She was very convincing.

-I'm really sorry, Luce.
-The ship leaves tonight.

I'll stay late and head home
once I'm sure she's gone.

No, you won't. You'll come
to Martina and Quinn's wedding.

Sorry, Daniel. I'm not in the mood.
Plus, I already RSVP'ed "no".

Hey! I'm the emcee. Remember?
I got some pull.

Oh, Craig.

You are coming.
Take your mind off things.

Besides, I need you to be my
narcissistic supply.

Too soon, Daniel.

-You like school, Lizzie?
-I guess.

I like my friends,
but my grades are in the toilet.

You don't need good grades
to be someone.

-Carla is a bus driver.
-Dwayne has his own tattoo shop.

-Show her, show her.
-Show you these.

No way! The "Great Dane"
is my favorite wrestler!

-Seriously?
-You see that last match?

Who could've seen that
face turn coming?

How's about when he gave Vlad
the Impaler...

How you doing?

I feel like Jane Eyre
wandering the moors.

Alone and misunderstood.

What if I don't belong
in either family?

Britney? Would you like to see
my library?

-You have an actual library?
-Yes.

-Like, a room devoted to books?
-Yes.

The only books at our house are a
stack of Bathroom Readers.

I don't get the difference between
income and equity, do you?

Of course, I do. Ms. Bianchi!

Want to sign Daniel's card
and chip in?

-For his promotion.
-How long have you known about it?

-About a week?
-Everyone's putting in 20 bucks.

Is it too much if I sign it,
"With love, Cecil"?

I'm so sorry, Lucy-Goosey.

We'll go out for dinner this weekend,
okay?

-Thanks. It'll cheer up both of us.
-Why do you need cheering up?

We need to go get ready
for the wedding.

-Whose wedding?
-No one you know.

Have a good evening, you two.

I spied on you once. When I was 13.

Things at home were particularly...

so I looked you up in the phone book.

Took the bus to your house
the one you had with Lucy's mom.

You were in the yard
with Daniel and Lucy.

Daniel must have been five.
Lucy was just a toddler.

You were playing "horsey" with them.

It looked really nice.

When I was little, I didn't realize
my mom was different.

I had just assumed all moms felt
"under the weather"

and slept until noon on weekends.

That moms snapped at their kids
for being too loud

when they had a splitting headache.

It wasn't until I got older
that I realized it was not normal.

I never had a sleepover at our house

because I was terrified my mom
would be drunk.

I'd see my friends with their moms
and wish one of them was mine.

It was our family's dirty secret

until she puked in court, and our
private shame became public.

I know alcoholism is a disease.
I know people drink to escape.

But I can't help wondering,
what was she trying to escape from?

From her family?

From me?

I know she's trying to get better,

but it doesn't change the damage
she did in the past.

We are gathered here to join you
in matrimony

in front of these witnesses.

If anyone here knows of any reason

that would prevent these two
from getting married,

speak now,
or forever hold your peace.

Quinn, do you take Martina
to be your wife?

I do.

Martina, do you take Quinn to be your
husband?

I do.

I now pronounce you husband
and wife. Now, go on, kiss already!

Abby, what's up?

-Did you know about Sofia's essay?
-I did.

-Have you read it?
-She wanted us to proof it.

-Us?
-She doesn't mean half of it.

She was going for the drama.

-It's what teenage girls do.
-Can I speak to her?

I don't think that's a good idea
right now.

Let's give it a few days, okay?

Hey. I just stole a bottle of tequila
from the bar.

It's good tequila.

Kudos. You did a great job.

-Just glad it's over.
-Now, maybe you can finally move on.

It's time.

It was time months ago, bro,
but better late than never.

The thing is, they're great people.
And they're great together.

I just wish I'd never slept
with her.

-Hey, you don't mean that!
-I do.

Even though it was
the best sex of my life,

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.

Your mic is hot.

I won't wrap my mind
around your little finger

'Cause if you leave...

Do you mind if I stay?

One of the bridesmaids is
giving me the vibes.

-I am so--
-Just go.

The past is putting pressure

Hi.

What are you doing?

You didn't honestly think I'd go on
the cruise by myself, did you?

I'd be so lonely.

-I think I made myself pretty clear.
-You did.

And I can see why
you would be upset.

But I'm confident we can get
through this.

I'm going to go crash
in the guest room, okay?

We can hash this out once we've both
had time to cool off.

Hi.

I tried calling you.
I just really needed to see you.