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Previously, on Family Law...

Have you been drinking again?

Daniel, I think you should focus less on your sister,

and more on bringing in paying clients.

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

Abby! [chuckles]

We're engaged.

We're going ring-shopping this weekend.

My therapy receipts.

[Frank] They're fake.

They're for cancelled appointments.

[one-month chip clatters]

[Frank] This is classic "Old Abby"--

scamming the system.

[Lucy] You want in on the office pool?

$100 lets you guess which day Daniel breaks up with Danielle.

Ooh, Daddy's girl has a mean streak.

Long day?

[both groaning]

[Aaron] Who's she?

My wife, Maggie.

♪ I don't know why...

♪ I'm always wrong

♪ Maybe I've been this way All along ♪

[Nico] Hurry up!

[Sofia] Take-off, mouth-breather.

[Nico, groans] I need to poop!

[Sofia] Go downstairs.

[Nico fumes loudly]

[Frank sighs]

[Abby chuckles]

Remind me again why we had kids.

Let's pretend we didn't...

just for a little while.

♪ Show me your hands...

♪ Show me again...

♪ Show me Where you've been... ♪

[♪]

[loud moaning]

[bed thumping repeatedly against wall]

[moaning and thumping]

[Joanne] Oh, you're so...

[frustrated groan]

Mom... Jesus.

[♪]

[sniffs]

[gasps]

Oh! Sorry, love. I thought you were Maggie.

[shower continues running]

And then your mom said,

"Don't worry,

I won't flush until you're done."

[laughs] Well,

not everyone grew up with her own en suite, Lucy.

Don't make this about class,

it was a blatant privacy violation,

and also disgusting.

Just be glad it wasn't my dad.

Come on, they're only here for four more days.

Easy for you to say.

You've been working 12-hour shifts the whole time.

[Maggie sighs]

Love you. Bye.

Love you.

I found some amazing places for our honeymoon.

Mm. Where's that?

Costa Rica.

We could go kayaking, scuba diving, surfing...

[gasps] ...zipline through the rainforest.

Mm. Sold.

Oh, we should go into the bank this weekend.

Open a joint account.

For the wedding expenses?

No, silly.

For the rest of our life.

Mwah.

[♪]

Good morning.

I don't know what you're so pissy about.

You're the one who went behind my back to Harry.

You were in the room.

Yeah, lucky for me.

Who knows what you would've said if I hadn't been.

You were drinking and Dad covered for you.

[Abby scoffs]

You're paranoid.

Abigail...

you could've brought the whole firm down.

Again.

And what's Dad do?

He gives you another free pass.

Think he ever gives me a break?

Oh, poor Daniel.

You know, for 33 years, all I got

was a card with a cheque for my birthdays

and at Christmas, because he was

too busy with his other kids.

So... yeah.

Maybe he does owe me a break.

She quit. No notice.

So...

we're all going to have to pitch in.

I'm not a receptionist.

We have a meeting with my old neighbour

in a half an hour, downstairs.

Try to be professional.

[elevator bell dings]

[footsteps]

Carmen, nice to see you.

Hello, Jerri. Is he in?

For you, yes.

[whispers] Who's that?

Harry's girlfriend.

Hmm!

Great taste in clothes.

Poor taste in men.

Carmen! What a pleasant surprise.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Course not. Can I get you a coffee?

Hmph.

Harry, do you have something you'd like to share with me?

Could you be more specific?

Are you seeing someone else?

To be fair, Carmen,

we've never had the exclusivity talk.

[chuckles bitterly] So that's a yes?

There is one other woman.

Well, you might want to tell her to see a doctor,

because you gave me chlamydia.

["Uh-oh" by Jeremy Fisher begins]

Oh, and Harry?

Lose my number.

[door thuds]

♪ You can't prove it

♪ Uh-oh

♪ You got nothing legit

♪ Uh-oh

♪ The glove don't fit

♪ Uh-oh

♪ You gotta acquit

♪ Uh-oh

♪ The charges won't stick 'cos

♪ I ain't no sucker

♪ Ain't your lollipop but

♪ You can kiss my sweet

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Never gonna stop Never gonna stop... ♪

♪ Never gonna stop Never gonna stop ♪

♪ You can't prove it

♪ Uh-oh

[background chatter]

Mr. Rubinek, sir?

Good to see you.

"Mr. Rubinek, sir"?

Dear God.

Daniel!

Law school made you too formal.

Hi.

- I'm Abigail Bianchi. - Hello.

Hi.

Ira and his wife, Helen, lived across the street from us.

I went to school with their daughter.

How is Miriam?

Good. Married, two kids.

Became a teacher, like her parents.

No surprise.

Uh, so how can we help you, Mister...

"Ira"?

My wife was diagnosed

with early-onset Alzheimer's two years ago.

But... she's so young.

55.

I looked after her at home for as long as I could, but...

Well, she's in a care facility now.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

This home that she's in...

it's terrible.

I need your help to get her moved.

As long as you have power of attorney,

you can move her anywhere you want.

Unfortunately, I don't. Miriam does.

I was battling prostate cancer when Helen was diagnosed

and we thought it was best, but...

I beat it, thank God,

and now I want Helen's power of attorney back.

Have you talked about this with Miriam?

She refuses to move her.

But if the facility is so terrible...

Miriam doesn't see it.

She thinks it's great.

What are your specific concerns?

They treat her like a child.

They make no effort to meet her needs.

They're making her mental state worse.

Daniel, you know Helen.

If you could see her...

She would never agree to a place like this.

[♪]

Rhonda, thanks for meeting me.

Got you your favourite.

Oh, thank you.

What's up?

Um, is-is...

is there any way

you might have given me...

chlamydia?

Oh, Harry, I'm sorry.

I thought it was all cleared up.

Did you get antibiotics?

Yes, so, how...

Well, it was probably Frederick.

Or Raj.

You're seeing other men?

Oh, is that a problem?

You never said you wanted to be exclusive.

You could've mentioned it.

You gave me chlamydia!

Well, if you were

so worried about it, you should've used a condom.

I didn't know you were gallivanting about town.

You were the one

who said you wanted to keep things light.

Yes, but...

- But only for you? - No!

Am I the only one you're seeing?

Well--

You're such a hypocrite.

We're done.

[thunk]

[♪]

This place is like Disneyland.

Mm, wouldn't know. I've never been.

"Main Street, USA."

Harry took me and Lucy when we were little.

How nice for you all.

Welcome to the theatre of the absurd.

Shall we?

Finish the tour.

Talk to some of the staff, residents,

see what you can find out.

[♪]

[Ira] Helen, this is Daniel Svensson.

He went to school with Miriam.

He used to live across the street from us.

Hello.

You remember?

He was always at our house.

You made me matzo ball soup.

[chuckles] Taught me how to win at Scrabble.

Oh, isn't that nice?

He was there so much, Miriam asked

if we could adopt him.

[laughing] You remember that?

Oh, I'm glad you came, George.

No, sweetheart...

it's me, Ira.

I'm... I'm your husband. I'm not your brother.

Where's Mum? You said you'd bring her on the way over.

Helen, your mother's been dead for 12 years.

[growing irate] That's not true.

I just spoke to her on the phone.

She died of cancer, sweetheart, pancreatic cancer.

We were with her when she died. We were there at the hospital.

I don't want these men here. I just want to see my mother.

Of course. Yeah. Let's try and find her.

You see?

[choking up] They're making her worse.

Is he waiting for a bus?

Our villagers frequently want to go home.

Instead of saying "this is your home now,"

we let them pack a bag and come to the bus stop.

Most of the time,

they forget why they're there and go back to their suite.

Isn't that kind of... cruel?

What's cruel about saving someone

a lot of undue stress and anxiety?

Let me know if there's anything else you need, okay?

Thanks.

- Hi. - Hello.

[Abby exhales pleasantly]

Where are you headed?

Downtown to meet my sweetheart.

Oh. Great.

Hmm.

Do you have a sweetheart?

[chuckles]

I do.

We're in a bit of a rough patch, though.

Well, these things have a way of working themselves out.

I'm Lionel.

Abigail.

This bus is always late...

...but it'll take you wherever you want to go.

Where do you want to go?

Home.

You saw them in action.

It's like they're actively helping her forget herself.

Dad!

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming this morning.

I had a window so...

Oh, my gosh!

Daniel Svensson!

[both laughing]

Hi, Miriam.

Good to see you.

How are you? It's been so long.

I heard you're a lawyer now.

Yup.

Well, what are you doing here?

Daniel's here for me, Miriam.

You hired a lawyer?

Hello. You must be Miriam.

I'm Abigail Bianchi. I work with Daniel.

"For." She works for me.

Two lawyers?

You hired two lawyers?

And you brought them here without talking to me first?

I'm not moving her.

[♪]

[Daniel] Imagine.

30 years of marriage, and this is how it ends.

Your wife has no idea who you are.

[Abby] That's the deal.

In sickness and in health, till death do you part.

Unless you're Harry,

in which case, of course, it's just

somethin' you do on a Tuesday.

Let me state, for the record,

never put me in one of those places.

Put a bullet between my eyes first.

Dibs on pulling the trigger.

[feigns a weak chuckle]

[♪]

These three accounts

are overdue 6, 8, and 11 months.

I recommend we pass them on to collections.

She gave me chlamydia and she dumps me?

[shouts] Will somebody please answer the phone?

I had two wonderful women

and I lost them both because of a misunderstanding?

[snaps] Cecil!

Get the phones!

[calmly] You were lying to them, Harry.

You've had these "misunderstandings"

with women your entire life.

-[phone ringing] -[Jerri sighs]

Svensson and Associates. Will you hold, please?

[man] Harry Svensson?

Excuse me. Who let you through?

[thwap]

You've been served.

[♪]

You'll never catch me--!

[shouts over loud TV] Dale?

[man on TV] Mom's gonna be so excited that I met you.

[TV woman shrieks] Your mother can kiss my ass!

[people struggling on TV]

[second woman] Ma'am? You okay?

[shuts volume off]

Oh, hey. You have to teach me how to do that.

[whispers] His hearing's not the only thing

that's been dropping off.

Wait. You're a therapist.

Maybe you can tell me.

I'm sorry, Shirley. I-I need to get ready for work.

I suppose he could get a prescription...

but I don't think either of us

want him walking around with a three-hour erection.

One hour, maybe... might actually be kind of fun.

She never shuts up.

Literally.

Her mouth never stops moving.

She followed me into the bedroom while I changed.

What are your future in-laws like?

I've never met them.

Seriously?

You've lived together for almost two years.

They live in Montreal.

Daniel, meet them.

Before the wedding.

You do know you're not just marrying Danielle, right?

It's a package deal.

[phone ringing]

[Jerri] Can somebody please answer that?

I need to talk to you.

Oh, Jesus!

[door thuds]

I wouldn't actually shoot ya, Harry.

I'd get Joanne to do it.

I need to pull you onto something.

It's... sensitive.

Oh?

[exhales] My girlfriend, Carmen--

ex-girlfriend--

is suing me for giving her an S.T.I.

Uh, stop! I don't want to hear this.

I was having relations with two women.

- Don't. - And I gave Carmen

chlamydia.

Ohh! Come on!

I need a lawyer who's well-versed

in personal injury law.

Someone who can shut this down.

No, no way. Not a chance.

This can't become public, Abigail.

It can't go to court.

This firm doesn't need two disgraced lawyers.

And may I remind you, you owe me?

Ugh.

Fine.

One more thing.

If you say another word about your sex life,

I swear I'm gonna-

Carmen hired a very good law firm.

Your old one, in fact.

You'll be up against your ex-boss, George Handler.

-[knocking] - I set up a meeting

with Ira and Miriam for this afternoon.

[thud]

And remember,

this little discussion

is covered by lawyer-client privilege.

[♪]

Don't even think about it.

I am not doing your photocopying.

I'm not asking.

Go on.

Get.

[♪]

Okay, I've done some preliminary research.

It's okay. Jerri knows everything.

Lucky me.

[chuckles dryly]

I've looked through the case history

of similar lawsuits,

and while there are precedents...

[thump]

...they're for S.T.I.s that are life-altering,

like Hep "C" and HIV.

And chlamydia?

You can treat it with a $20 prescription...

...which I'm guessing you now know.

She doesn't have a leg to stand on.

No, but I know my old firm.

They'll go after damages for emotional distress

and mental anguish.

They may even throw in some PTSD for added effect.

Oh. Good tactic.

If you want to avoid

having your dirty laundry aired all over town,

I'd suggest you offer a generous settlement

with a condition that Carmen sign a non-disclosure.

Fine. Good!

Write it up.

[door opens and shuts]

She really is her father's daughter.

I'm on my cell if anyone needs me.

I'm not the receptionist.

Hey. What's she working on for Harry?

I have no idea.

Whatever it is,

she's being super-secretive about it.

She's even doing her own photocopying.

[♪]

[Abby exhales deeply]

Are you dreading this?

Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?

Hi.

Oh, I'm so glad you could both make it.

I purposely selected a place that didn't serve alcohol.

Oh, thanks.

I actually got a little emotional,

thinking about meeting you both today.

I'm an only child,

and it means so much to me to be gaining two sisters.

Ohh! The reason I asked you here is...

ahem.

Will you be my bridesmaids?

[Lucy laughs] I'd love to.

[Abigail] Are you sure?

I mean, her, I get, but, like--

Abigail,

you're as much a part of this family as anyone.

Will you say yes?

Uh... yes?

[giggles] Yes!

My best friend, Melanie, will be maid of honour,

but she lives in Montreal,

so if it's not too much trouble,

would you be up for throwing my bachelorette party?

Um... sure.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Uh, what'd you have in mind?

Oh, oh, totally up to you.

But I brought a list of suggestions,

just to spark ideas.

[♪]

Uh, excuse me for a moment.

The Spa Scandinave in Whistler would be amazing.

You're a hard man to get ahold of.

Abby. I'm meeting a client.

Okay. I'll keep it short.

I'm sorry I lied about my therapy sessions.

I-I booked them with the best of intentions.

No, you didn't.

Frank, come on. I'm trying here.

If you put half the amount of effort

into doing the work, as you do avoiding the work...

[sighing]

Our three-month custody review is coming up.

At this rate,

I-I don't see how things can change.

[♪]

Miriam, thank you for doing this.

- Daniel. - Winnie.

And you're Abigail Bianchi. Right? Frank's ex?

Uh, not ex. Current.

Mm. I heard ex.

[Ira] You brought a lawyer?

Just following your lead, Dad.

[Winnie] I understand your client has some concerns

about Mrs. Rubinek's care.

Our client wants his wife moved

to a facility that meets her needs.

He wants to work

collaboratively with his daughter

to come up with a solution that works for everyone.

[Miriam] We have a solution.

Dad... Mom is happy.

I get that you're dealing with a lot,

but you don't think that this has been hard on me, too?

I'm losing my mother.

They are doing everything they can

to sever whatever tether she has left on reality.

At best, it is negligent and lazy.

At worst, it is abuse.

You want them to remind her

every second of every day

that she is trapped?

That she will never have the life she used to have?

[Daniel] I think we can agree both--

[Ira slams table]

I want your mother moved.

[Winnie] Miriam has power of attorney.

As far as we're concerned,

Helen Rubinek is staying where she is.

If there's no room for compromise,

then you leave us no choice but to take you to court.

See you in court then.

[♪]

Well, that was a shit-show.

Get us a court date and a subpoena

for all of her medical records.

Go back to Helen's nursing home.

Talk to her doctors, nurses, caregivers.

We need to show a link between the facility's approach

and her rapid mental decline.

Hmm. Danielle?

Bridesmaid dress options already?

I thought you said September of next year?

Why is she sending you--?

Oh-ho! Oh, I knew she hadn't told you.

Lesson number one in marriage, Pooh Bear--

communication.

Mm. Thank you, Dear Abby.

Our communication is just fine.

Oh, yeah? You had the "kids" talk?

We're not in any rush.

Please. How old is she? 34?

She's gonna get pregnant on your honeymoon.

You don't know anything about us.

Just because we make it official,

doesn't mean anything's gonna change.

[chuckles] Oh, Daniel.

Poor, deluded Daniel.

Let me guess.

Even if you wrap your brain around kids,

you think you're gonna stay in Yaletown, right?

You'll be that hot couple with the $1,800 stroller,

doing the seawall, sipping lattes...

Let me tell you something about those couples--

they go home to their condos

and they cry on their Murphy beds

because the baby doesn't sleep and their sex life is over.

You do realize you are literally the last family member

I'd ever take marriage advice from?

Oh, you're right.

Maybe you should get advice from our father.

He was such an excellent role model.

Danny. There you are.

We haven't had time to toast your engagement.

Mm.

Well, I got lucky, Dad.

She's pretty great.

Mm, yes. Of course she is.

Ahem. I wanted to offer you some fatherly words of wisdom.

Get a pre-nup.

I wish I'd had one with Joanne.

She cost me a small fortune.

Come to think of it, so did your mother.

I appreciate the concern, but Danielle and I are solid.

It always feels that way in the early days,

but I've built a practice on the happily-ever-after myth.

[knocks]

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh...

Great talk!

Daniel, uh, I need a private moment with Abigail.

Take your drink.

[thud]

[door shuts]

Carmen's refused the offer.

What?

$30,000 is more than generous!

Ah, it's not about the money.

She wants to embarrass you in front of your peers.

Unbelievable.

We can propose a settlement meeting.

Might be our only chance to bury this

and save you from public humiliation.

We can't do it here, for obvious reasons.

Let's make it easy for them.

We'll meet at their offices.

Y-You're gonna make me defend you at my old firm?

Let me know when you've set a time.

[sighing] I just wish you would've asked me first.

Well, I didn't think I needed permission

to pick my bridesmaids.

It's just that I don't really think of Abby as a sister.

I hardly know her.

Well, then this is the perfect opportunity

to change that. Seriously, Danny.

You don't know how lucky you are to have siblings.

I still haven't forgiven my parents

for not giving me any.

Well, that's probably something else

we should talk about.

Oh, kids? Of course. I want at least two.

[Daniel gasps]

Preferably three.

[wheezing]

[Danielle, chuckles] I win.

[♪]

[door shuts softly]

[whispers] My parents are out there.

Why are you hiding in here?

Why are you hiding at work?

Coincidence?

Okay. [laughs]

I love them, I do, but they make me so crazy.

My mom called me eight times today

asking where stuff was.

At least she hasn't texted you

articles about erectile dysfunction.

Oh, my god.

Okay. Yeah. I'm hiding in here with you.

[both chuckling]

Oh, my god.

I just want you to know

that the sphincter pads in the bathroom

are your father's, not mine.

[both snorting]

[Abby] I'm waiting on a subpoena

for Helen's medical records,

but, in the meantime,

I'd like to speak with her care team.

Of course.

I believe Dr. Valesco is with a patient right now,

but I'll let him know you're here.

Okay. You mind if I say a quick hi to Helen?

Sure, go ahead.

Helen?

[Helen] Lionel! Oh!

Oh...

Lionel!

And you're sure they were...?

Oh, yeah.

And the staff told me this happens all the time.

They're called "the rabbits,"

because Lionel and Helen go at it like--

[cuts her off] Okay, so the staff thinks this is a joke.

Unbelievable.

What did you do? Did you...

...break it up?

Did I-- No! No. I went and found a nurse

and once they were...

finished,

she escorted Lionel back to his room.

[exhales]

This is gonna kill Ira.

You have to tell him?

If we want to use it in court,

better he hears it from me first.

[Ira] Now you know why we got to get her out of there.

You knew about this?

Of course.

And you think anyone will listen to me?

I'm just the husband.

But, oh, no, we can't possibly tell Helen

she's being assaulted repeatedly by a stranger.

Ira...

I can't imagine the pain you're going through,

but I wouldn't characterize what I saw

as "assault".

What else would it be?

Consensual?

How can she give consent?

She doesn't even know who she's sleeping with!

Ira, why didn't you tell us?

I didn't want Miriam to know.

[sighs] Oh.

[Daniel] I understand.

And we don't have to use this in court, but...

It would help.

[Winnie] The agreement

isn't interchangeable just because Mr. Rubinek

is having difficulty coping with his wife's illness.

My client has been very thoughtful

about the decisions around her mother's care.

[Judge] Mr. Svensson?

Your Honour,

Mr. Rubinek only wants what's in his wife's best interests.

Which is precisely what is most important to my client.

Unfortunately, your client doesn't have all the facts.

Mrs. Rubinek has been engaging in frequent sexual activity

with another resident at the facility.

My client is aware.

You knew?

I'm sorry you had to find out, but it doesn't change anything.

You're fine with a stranger schtupping your mother?

Mr. Rubinek, I will have order.

May I remind the court,

Mrs. Rubinek granted my client power of attorney.

And though it pains Ms. Rubinek

to see her mother with someone other than her father,

she's set aside her own feelings

to ensure her mother's happiness.

Your Honour, we'd like to introduce

bank statements from Helen Rubinek's savings account.

Objection. We haven't seen these.

Ms. Bianchi, what is your point?

These show numerous large withdrawals

made by Ms. Rubinek over the past year

that are to her benefit, not to her mother's.

- What? - Objection!

That accusation is malicious and unfounded.

I will allow it.

In January of last year,

Ms. Rubinek withdrew $70,000 for a new BMW.

In May, $10,000,

for a trip to Hawaii with her husband and children.

The degree to which

Ms. Rubinek is depleting her mother's accounts

gives us serious concern.

[Winnie] Objection! Your Honour, Ms. Bianchi

is intentionally misleading the court.

This court is in recess while I review these documents.

Counsel, please do the same.

[gavel bangs]

We'll reconvene after lunch.

Did you have to say all those things about Miriam?

[sighs]

I didn't know you were going to eviscerate her.

You told me to buy that car

so that I could drive Mom to her appointments.

- Miriam-- - I took the family to Maui

because you said that I deserved a vacation.

[scoffs bitterly]

Do not try to see me anymore.

Or your grandchildren.

And to think I played "doctor" with you.

[♪]

Mom and Dad's breakup blew our world apart.

Mom went back to college.

I was at Ira and Helen's house every day after school.

Anything I know about successful relationships,

it's because of them.

And now...

Yeah, getting old sucks. What are you doing Saturday?

Few of us are gonna ride up Cypress.

I can't.

Danielle wants to look at venues.

For what?

The wedding.

The... what?

We're getting married.

September next year.

Dude!

Seriously?

We've been talking about old people for over an hour!

God.

Way to bury the lede.

Congratulations.

[clack]

[Judge] This is a tragic situation,

and my heart goes out to you both.

The depth of your loss is beyond words.

Having weighed the facts and arguments presented,

I am revoking power of attorney for Helen Rubinek

from her daughter, Miriam,

and granting it to her husband, Ira Rubinek.

Case adjourned.

[bang]

[♪]

♪ All my friends are doing okay ♪

♪ I'm on my way and I know I can make it... ♪

♪ Agitators left and right...

[couple bickering, indistinct]

♪ ...I know I can take it

[bickering continues]

♪ I know I can take it

[bickering continues]

[man] Look, it's clean-- I licked it off.

-[indistinct bickering] -[baby starts bawling]

Oh, now she doesn't want it, now she doesn't want it.

- Yeah. - Not my fault.

It's no one's fault. She's just a baby, okay?

[Abby] Thanks for meeting me.

[Lucy] Sure thing.

I, uh...

don't suppose you could recommend a therapist?

For?

Oh? I thought therapy was just a bunch of "blah-diddy-blah"?

Oh, it is.

Frank's insisting, so.

I know someone who might be a good fit.

Hey, did Harry really take you and Daniel

to Disneyland when you were kids?

Yep, and Daniel burst into tears

at the sight of Mickey Mouse.

Sounds about right.

You were supposed to come, too.

Yeah, sure.

No, really.

I remember being super-excited

because I was gonna finally meet my older sister,

and then Dad said you had other plans.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning, Daniel.

Good morning.

[♪]

[elevator bell dings]

You all right?

I'm counting on you.

[♪]

Hi, Ms. Bianchi.

Wendy.

[♪]

Well, Abby,

Harry...

you asked for this meeting.

The floor is yours.

Let's cut to the chase. [chuckles]

This whole lawsuit is bogus.

It would never hold up in court.

My client did not knowingly

pass this S.T.I. on to Ms. Fitzgerald.

If we look at precedents from similar lawsuits,

these are for life-threatening cases,

not for infections

that can be cured with a $20 prescription.

The cost of medication has no bearing on--

But in no way do I want to diminish

the pain that Carmen has suffered.

This pain didn't come from chlamydia.

It came from him.

My client has a defect--

a complete inability to commit, or be faithful, to anyone.

His past is littered with failed marriages,

disappointed children, wounded girlfriends.

You should be glad you escaped this,

before you became even more emotionally invested.

This isn't about the money, is it?

This is about your need--

No.

Your right to an apology.

Make no mistake,

we're interested in punitive damages.

An apology would go a long way.

Harry?

I'm sorry if you feel that I've hurt you.

[Abby scoffs lightly]

[sighing]

You're going to have to do much, much better than that.

Carmen, I apologize.

I should have been much more upfront with you.

You deserve better.

I am truly sorry

for any pain I have caused.

Everything else aside,

I wish I could do something to make it up to you,

because...

I miss you.

Our offer stands.

$30,000, a signed NDA,

and a withdrawal of the claim.

I accept.

[♪]

[sighs]

[♪]

Nice job.

[footsteps]

Grunt work completed.

[slaps files down]

I asked where you and Dad went this morning.

Someone overheard Jerri call a cab

to Handler, Bennett, and Donaldson.

They're suing your ass and Harry's defending you.

Am I right?

[chuckles faintly]

You ever play that game "Hot, Hot, Cold"

when you were a kid?

Yeah.

You need a parka.

[footsteps approaching]

Dad made them separate Mom and Lionel.

Miriam, I can't talk to you without your lawyer present.

She's inconsolable.

You need to work this out with your dad.

[laughs]

Really?

You want me to talk to my father?

Because of you, I'm the shitty daughter

who tried to steal her mom's life savings.

Your dad hired me to do what he thought was best.

Bullshit!

You were a permanent fixture in our house.

You even had your own toothbrush and pajamas.

My dad is hurt and he is jealous

and he can't stand to lose control,

and now my mom has given up.

The woman who practically raised you.

So... fix it!

[Ira] Listen to me.

I'm gonna get you out of this place.

I don't want to go.

Where's Lionel?

[exhales deeply]

She won't eat.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Ira, you and Helen...

...had an incredible life together.

And if she has a chance

at a little happiness...

I know you want to give her that.

[♪]

[phone rings]

Good afternoon, Svensson and Associates.

Please hold.

[click]

Good afternoon, Svensson and Associates.

Ple-- Oh. Sorry.

I thought I put you through already.

Hang on.

[phones ringing]

Svensson and Associates. One moment, please.

Cecil.

Press one, the number sign to connect,

followed by the extension.

Hello?

[on speakerphone, Harry sighing]

[Harry] I owe you an apology for what I said, Rhonda,

but I think you should have told me about the chlamydia

before I passed it on.

It cost me $30,000 in a lawsu--

[phone clatters, speaker shuts off]

[quietly] Told you you were cold.

[♪]

[Lucy] Have a safe trip back to Moosejaw.

Oh... just one more.

[Shirley giggles]

Come on, Mum!

You don't want to miss your flight.

- Okay. - Bye.

Bye! Love you!

Mm-mm-mm. Bye!

[relieved sigh]

Bye!

Thank you.

I know that wasn't easy.

I love your parents.

I do.

[laughs] But you're glad they're gone.

Mm-hmm.

Me too.

Oh, yeah.

So is this just what happens?

You have kids.

You give them everything, you love them to bits,

and then they grow up

and can't wait to get rid of you?

Seems to be the natural order of things.

I guess that's one in my column for not having kids.

["Another Life" by Flower Face plays]

♪ Static songs on the radio

♪ Back to the city Where we fell in love ♪

♪ Now tell me We're better off ♪

[Daniel] Your mom looks happier.

She is.

Whatever you said to Dad, thank you.

This is your mother's updated power of attorney.

Your father gave you guardianship.

[Miriam] Thank you.

♪ 'Cause I loved you then

♪ And I love you now

♪ What does this all mean?

♪ What's it all about?

♪ If it's not enough

♪ We can let it die

♪ I will see your face

♪ In another life

[♪]

[door opens and shuts]

Hey, Pooh Bear.

Did you get my text about Saturday?

Are you okay?

What happened?

Danielle...

I can't get married.

Hold on.

[laptop lid clicks]

Did something happen today?

No.

Was it Yannick? Did he give you cold feet.

No. It's not cold feet.

Okay, look, we don't need to look at venues this Saturday.

We can slow things down.

No, no. It's not that. I...

I should never have proposed.

[♪]

I thought I could go through with it.

Pretend to be the kinda guy who could...

[sighs] ...open a joint bank account

and raise kids,

live in the suburbs...

[tearfully] Who said we had to live in the suburbs?

It's something in me deep down, I can't explain.

It's just...

it's not who I am.

[chuckles bitterly]

No.

You're making a choice.

You deserve to have everything you want.

I want you.

[♪]

♪ 'Cause I loved you then

♪ And I love you now

♪ What does this all mean

♪ In another life