All language subtitles for Family Law S03E09.en

Previously...
- I wanted to see Frank's girlfriend.

What is her name? Oh yeah. Isabelle.

How would you like to
be promoted to partner?

Can this stay between us?

Quinn wants me as master of ceremonies.
- Imagine. Oh no?

Why is he always here?
- Because he's my friend.

Oh no. Are you okay?

An all inclusive cruise.

Notify me when
the concert is over.

Good morning. And?
How was your son's concert?

Horrible.
- Sorry I didn't see your messages.

I worked late into the
night and fell asleep.

I texted you at 8:30 pm.

Try reading 300 pages
and staying awake.

Your Honor, Exhibit A.

The button print in my cheek
from falling asleep on my couch.

I don't think the prosecution
has enough evidence.

You cannot be defense and judge.

Maybe we can settle over dinner?

Agreed to meet.

"On board you can watch
movies under the stars..."

Oh, a Vegas-style casino.

The first Saturday there
is a groovy 60s party.

Nice.
- I'll bring my wide legs.

In Manzanillo, maybe
we can go surfing.

Yes.

Who is texting you so early?

A client who is angry because
I canceled our appointment.

I do offer to do a Zoom
session from the boat.

You're entitled to a vacation, Lucy.
- You're right.

Nice day, huh?

Why are you so cheerful?
- Dad makes me a full partner.

Daniel, that's great.
I am so happy for you.

Don't tell Abby until it's done.

Why? Isn't she the reason
you become a partner?

She will sabotage it.
- You're paranoid, but okay.

What did you do last night?
- Not much. I've been to Rose.

You've been doing that a lot lately.
Do you have anything?

She had rented a horror movie
and was afraid to watch it alone.

Which movie? - Ghost.

Ghost? The one with
the sexy pottery scene?

We are just friends.

Did she lie down with you?
- She was cold.

It's 24 degrees.
Come on Cecil. She likes you.

Muffins were invented so that
we can just eat cake for breakfast.

What do you mean?
- Be innocent, sweet tooth.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Naomi and Genzo
Hirota for Abigail Bianchi.

Lucy Svensson
referred us to you.

We want help with paperwork.
- Naturally.

An update of the wills?
Do you want a trust fund?

No not at all. I want to die.

Naomi was diagnosed with
Alzheimer's two years ago.

I'm sorry. - Me too.

I want to die with medical
attention when I'm ready.

This requires a written request.
- I already submitted.

This must be approved
by two independent doctors.

Organized. - It's already done.

What else can I do then?

Because of her Alzheimer's,
she needs an explanation for later.

I want a lawyer to review
the statement thoroughly...

so administrative
nonsense doesn't kill me...

when I'm ready to go.

My wife wants to sort everything
out. Our son is crazy about it.

Crossing off tasks on a
to-do list is a real pleasure.

You would know that
if you ever made a list.

It is my understanding that
that statement enables people...

to take precautions
for their end of life...

while they are still competent.

Yes, thank goodness.
- Then why are you waiting to submit?

When you sign, you must
set a date for your death.

Naomi isn't ready for that.

But if I wait too long and
become incapacitated...

I can't sign the
statement anymore.

The system gives me a
staircase to a torture chamber.

You may decide to leave
the room and not be tortured.

But once you enter the torture
chamber, you can't go back.

I'd like to see the paperwork...

and officially be your lawyer.

I can't believe you roped
me into a mercy killing.

She's an old client.

She wants to end her life
before she loses herself.

Lose yourself?
She's sharp as hell.

Her intelligence and humor are
misleading. She's getting worse.

I feel like the Grim Reaper.
- If he was a notary.

It's good that people finally have
something to say about their deaths.

A friend was once stuck...

because she helped
her sick husband die.

Such people can still be sued.

Happy.

I have too many family
members who want me dead.

Calm down.
We're not going to kill you.

You would come to
haunt us like a foul stench.

Dad's ghost haunting the halls,
hovering above his children.

Exactly like now.

All this talk of death
is ruining my salad.

You three.

Miss Bianchi? Mr. Bianchi is here.

Send him in.

Hi. What is?

I was at Vaziri &
Roth, so I'll stop by.

Can I take the kids to the
Cirque de Lune on Thursday?

It's my week. - I know.

That's why I ask.

Isabelle won tickets.
Sofia and Nico would like to go there...

and you must be too busy.

How do you know that?
- Do you have plans then?

Not yet.

It is fine.
I just wanted to ask.

Okay. Good. Yes.

Awesome. Thank you.

Do not reveal anything yet.
Isabelle wants to surprise them.

ACCOMMODATING

I can't believe you're
planning Martina's wedding.

I know you hate yourself,
but this is going too far.

Do you want to come with me?

I don't need to see your
emotional self-flagellation.

A five-course dinner,
drinks and sexy bridesmaids.

Okay. Because
I'm a good friend.

Nice, the patio heating?

Yes, but please have
that cable secured.

Trips and falls can
be fatal for seniors...

I don't want to hear that "S" word.
- With sexy, mature people.

Barely.

I have few regrets, Joanne...

but I regret most of all
the lost years with you.

You should drink a second martini
on an empty stomach more often.

Nice, that feeling side.
- I want to sell the penthouse.

Where are you going to live then?
- I've been here almost every night.

Do you want to move in with me?
- Seems logical. What do you think?

If George does come and do
something about that cable...

I ask for a quote for a closet
because I don't share a closet with you.

You are already overbooked.
- You can at 8 p.m.

Soul squeezers do well.

Kelly and I are going on vacation.
I have to reschedule appointments.

If only Bowen took me.

I don't understand
why anyone would pay...

to be trapped in a
floating petri dish at sea.

Kelly wanted to surprise me.

Frank's parents once
surprised us with a trip to Italy.

How generous. - With them.

I can't see any gondolas yet.
- Our appointment is not until 3 p.m.

That's why we're not here.

Our son wants to take
away my right to death.

My client wants a warrant
to prevent his mother from...

dies with medical attention.

Why are you doing this, August?

Mr. Hirota thinks it's rushed.

We would make
decisions together.

You locked me out.

We're not voting on
your mother's death.

Alzheimer's research is progressing.

Maybe they'll find something.
- Maybe they'll colonize Mars.

But not in my lifetime.

You still garden, love
symphonies, walk with friends.

Your quality of life is good.
- I'll decide.

Don't want to meet your
future grandchildren?

I understand this is emotionally
charged for your client...

but my client has the right
to die on her terms. Point.

I just don't understand.

He won't let this go.

It's a waste of effort and time.

She's his mother.

He's not thinking clearly.

Can't believe after all those doctor's
appointments and bureaucracy...

my plan is sabotaged by my son.

Imagining a world without
your mother is scary.

August has always
struggled with death.

When he was seven,
his salamander died.

It was in the freezer for a year
because he didn't want to lose it.

What would you say to August
if he were here right now?

You mentioned August.

August. Yes. - Your son.

Did I mention that when he
was seven his salamander died?

He kept it in the
freezer for a year.

I have read the amendments.

A clause stating that I
must retire within three years.

Five and we have a deal.
- Serious?

One day you realize that there are
more important things in life than work.

Jerry adjusts it.
We'll sign it next week.

And now I'm going with
Joanne on her friend's yacht.

She bought me a hip jacket.

Jerry. - Yes?

I'm done with my
moral inventory.

Congratulations, Abby.
Friday before work?

Agreed to meet.

Hi. - Hi sweety.

I've come to pick up Harry.

Now that I see you,
I want to tell you...

for your father to move in with me.

Congratulations.

No sarcasm? Warnings?
Enumeration of childhood traumas?

At least he's the
devil you know.

Naomi has even less time for
that statement than we thought.

I had hoped that August
would come around.

Me, too. We have to be
in court tomorrow at 10:00.

You probably didn't
come to say that in person.

I noticed today that your
cognitive ability was less.

I saw it in your eyes and thought...

whoever is at the
helm, it's not me.

Stop. - Genzo, this is reality.

You don't have to
wrap cloths around it.

I'm afraid your condition is
deteriorating faster than expected.

What do the sisters say?

If August's application
is rejected tomorrow...

We think you should
get the statement soon.

I'll put fresh ones.

When Genzo and I bought this house...

we swore we'd live
a beautiful life here...

and die a beautiful death.

We'd have a barbiturate
whiskey cocktail...

in a little wood in the back...

listening to Bach's
Prelude No. 1'.

Then the concept of death was...

still abstract enough
to be romantic.

I think about the date of death.

Can we bike to Granville
Island for a Lee's Donut?

That's quite specific.

We do that with Isabelle on
Tuesday before Dad comes home.

Nice, but I have a lawsuit.
- What kind?

Well... My client is
very sick and suffering.

She wants to die, but her
son doesn't understand.

He doesn't want it, but she's
going to kill herself anyway.

Do you want her to kill herself?

It's complicated.
You owe that bike ride.

Tomorrow night we're going to
do a super special family activity.

What then?
- That is a surprise.

So she has no idea.

Winston? Cecil?
I'm going to court.

Think of a super
special family activity...

for tonight, pronto. - Okay.

You ask us for ideas
when we don't have kids.

VanDusen Botanical Gardens?

Teenagers really
love beautiful plants.

Capilano suspension bridge?
- Bridges they find the end.

Cirque du Lune?
- Would be great, but...

Never mind.
There are only VIP tickets left...

with backstage
access, $1,200 each.

An unforgettable evening.

Book three seats.

We ask the court to deny
Mr. Hirota's application.

There is a thorough screening process
that my client has already passed.

Her application has been approved
by two independent doctors.

That seems obvious to me.

We have new
evidence for our claim.

Which Miss Bianchi
conveniently omits...

is that Miss Hirota's application
was rejected by her own GP.

So also by the second
doctor and the third.

Miss Hirota has gone
to several doctors.

Her story appears to
have been modified...

to hide her depression.

She played the system.

We now want an explanation
that Miss Hirota is not...

meets the requirements
for medical assistance to die.

What did your GP say?

That euthanasia and the
Hippocratic oath don't go together.

And the second and third doctors?

Sometimes I have good days
and they don't see that I'm sick.

My wife is too eloquent.
- I refuse to participate in the show.

Doctors are hesitant
about euthanasia.

Especially with new patients.

Are you depressed, Naomi?

I felt distraught in the years
leading up to my diagnosis...

but that has nothing
to do with this.

Did you lie about it?
- Yes of course.

I have to get permission
from a stranger...

to decide about my own body.

This makes it complicated,
but we're fighting it.

Do it quickly, please.

Heather is eager to
sell the penthouse.

You don't waste time.

I've done that enough already.
On the next chapter.

Good heavens, what is this?
'Sparkling wine'?

We drank it when we
moved into our first house.

Our beach hut.
We were so poor then.

We had two bowls.
We kept washing up.

In the evening we ate baguettes
with butter and blackberry jam?

Perhaps that had more to do
with your aversion to cooking.

The stove didn't even work.
- Have you tried?

Do you remember that
great summer party?

When half of your office came?
It was scorching hot that day.

At one point you undressed.

You were shocked.
- Most followed your lead.

We must have looked
like a nudist colony.

We ran into the
ocean to cool off.

At sunset we made
that fire on the beach.

Al picked up his guitar...

Yes, and we sang "Dance
Me to the End of Love."

A great evening.

Certainly.

Until I caught you and
Luna in the bathroom.

Was that at that party?

That the fire-breather didn't
get burned. That was crazy.

Was that the best?

And the acrobats who did
somersaults on bamboo sticks.

And that clown and that fart.

He farted, not me.
And you, Sophie?

The trapeze artist.
- Because of his muscles.

And his talent.

That was the best
show I've ever seen.

I have to admit, it was really
a super special family activity.

Where do you think Dad and
Isabelle are taking us tomorrow?

Dr. Svensson, how long has
Miss Hirota been a client of yours?

Four years.
- How would you describe her?

She is very intelligent,
self-confident, funny.

When did you diagnose the depression?
- Two years ago.

What is it because of?

Objection. Dr. Svensson is not a doctor.

She has knowledge of Alzheimer's.

She can certainly
answer this question.

Turned down.

I think it was a precursor
to her Alzheimer's.

You can think of it as an
early stage of her illness...

and no mood
disorder, in this case?

Do you think Naomi Hirota should
receive medical attention in her death?

Yes.
- Thank you. No further questions.

The session has been adjourned until 4 p.m.
Then you will hear my decision.

Winston. Roz just texted me to
come watch 9 1/2 Weeks tonight.

Wow. - What should I do?

What do you want to do? - Rose.

Okay. What kind of underwear do you wear?

With candy canes on it.

Buy new underwear right away.
No stark white. How was Cirque?

Awesome. I am a hero.
- I'm glad about that.

Sofia tagged me.

I'm not available for Frank.

Okay. Don't mention it.
- I need you to watch Craig for a while.

Your whole family undervalues me,
but you appreciate me, right, Craig?

Yes.

Then it's dinner.

You introduce our families
and then comes your speech.

I have a few questions
for my speech.

Dan wants to do it perfectly.
- Always.

How did you meet? - At a bar.

Martina caught my attention...

when she ate the worm
from a bottle of tequila.

Nasty. - Thank you.

She said it tasted
like drunken chicken...

and did a drunken chicken dance.

We talked and laughed.

Then we walked around.

I realized I had never
felt more like myself...

like this crazy,
worm-eating woman.

I was already madly in love with her.

I'm lucky to be able to
spend my life with her.

That's beautiful, man.

Next question.

There is someone for a consultation.
She specifically asked about you.

Take her to the boardroom.

Hello, Abbie.

What are you doing here?
- I just wanted to talk to you.

There is clearly friction between us.

I wouldn't know how.
I do not even know you.

You ruined our
night with the kids.

My children.

I understand that my presence
in Sofia and Nico's life...

makes you feel vulnerable,
but I can't and won't replace you.

I hope we find a
way to get along.

How cheeky to think you know
anything about me or how I feel.

I did not mean it like that.

Sorry, I have to
go back to court.

You can pay for this
consultation at the reception.

And just so you know, I'm expensive.

Should Miss Hirota have lied
about her medical history? No.

But it's ridiculous to think...

that feelings of depression
should be used against her.

As I get older, I find
comfort in knowing...

that I don't have to suffer
needlessly at the end of my life.

You may not understand
your mother's choice...

but it's her choice.

I reject your request.

Will you stand.

Now you can make an
appointment for the statement.

It's tomorrow at 9:00 AM.

She really wants to
get everything straight.

I want nothing more than to
meet my future grandchildren.

But I won't recognize
them and neither will you.

But I do you.

He needs time.

I can't give it to him.

You're a lucky man...

Craig, do you think I hate myself?

Come on.

Martina? - Hi.

Do you have time for a chat?
- Sure.

What is? - I can't do this.

I can't be your master of ceremonies.
- Why did you say yes?

Quinn is my friend.
What choice did I have?

Don't befriend my boyfriend.

I'm sorry. I understand.

I just need to figure
out what to say to Quinn.

That you had to leave
town for family reasons.

What if I run into him?

You have the Norwalk virus.

Then he comes by.
He's just that good.

You dare not speak in public.

I'm a lawyer.

Never mind. I will do it.

You don't have to, Daniel.
- I promised.

One night should do it.

After that we never see each other again.

Do you want to taste wedding cake?

I told my mom the
bathroom smelled...

because there was a skunk in it.

She didn't believe you.
- She called pest control.

I'm standing there high trying to
act normal while my mom says...

that a skunk sprayed.

But the smell is almost gone.

Your mother has a good heart.

That guy is staring straight at me.

He has your number.
- But he's covering for me.

He said it was a pup
with short-acting spray.

He says I should
enjoy it responsibly.

Craig, are you okay?
- He doesn't look very good.

Would he have chocolate cake?

That is toxic to dogs.

He's been in for hours.

Is that a bad sign? - No.

How did he get to the cake?

Why wasn't I paying attention?

Daniel, listen to me.
Accidents happen.

You are a good dog dad.
Craig will be fine. Okay?

Okay. Thank you.

You can go.
- I'm going nowhere.

Do you think you can love
two people at the same time?

Heather has the
photographer come tomorrow.

The penthouse can
be for sale on Monday.

Awesome.

Who is that?
- Daniel. I'll see him at the office.

I'm going to make another latte.
Do you also want?

No thanks.

How's Naomi? - She's nervous.

I'll give you three
words to remember.

Pineapple, sunrise, chair.

Do you have them? - Yes.

Now I want you to draw a
clock on this piece of paper.

Good. Set the
hands to ten past nine.

We do the clock at the end.

Can you repeat the three
words you had to remember?

Chair...

She would have passed
yesterday with flying colors.

Chair, pear, something else.
I don't remember them either.

She barely slept.
I've never seen her like this.

Naomi may have delirium.

What does that mean?

An abrupt mental change.
You see it in dementia patients.

It is acute confusion,
usually caused by stress.

Are there unusual stressors?

Her son is suing her.
- That could be it.

Can you take that into account?

She must not lose
her autonomy...

because she was having a bad day.

Just stamp.

I can't give permission.
Not today. I'm sorry.

Delirium is usually temporary.

Hopefully Naomi will return
to her old cognitive level...

or nearby. Then try again.
Good luck.

Her only fear was that she
would become a greenhouse plant.

She had it all figured out
and yet we're at this point.

Thank God.

Mr. Craig has done a good job.

He's sedated to pump out his
stomach, so he's a little groggy.

Thank you. - Good boy.

You scared me. - Little dummy.

Thank you for staying with me.
- What are you thinking then?

I'll see you at the wedding.

Bye, Martina.

Day.

I'd do three hours
just to be sure.

Retired lawyers love martinis.

And you are late. - Sorry.

It was a long night.
The walk of shame, baby.

You don't have to be ashamed
if you come in like a peacock.

Sorry about the wrinkled clothes.
I slept with my lady.

Who is that lady?
- Hello Cecil. You forgot your bit.

Oh. Thank you.

Would you like a carton of juice for the effort?

Of course. - This way.

I can't talk to you
without your lawyer.

My mother left a voicemail message.
She said goodbye. I accept.

I don't want to stop her.
I went by. They're not here.

She can't die not knowing
how much I love her.

And what a great mother she was.

Do you have any idea where she is?

I need to see her one more time.

Mom.

August? - It's okay.

I am so sorry. I want to
be with you to say goodbye.

I'm so glad you're here.
- Me, too.

I never saw you here.
I never saw him here.

Thank you.
- It was an honor to know you.

Likewise.

How was your day?
- A murderer imprisoned. You?

Assisted a woman with suicide.
- Right on.

And I had a conversation
with Isabelle yesterday.

She booked a consultation to
have a sensitive conversation.

Wow. - Yes. Isn't that secret?

Not as sneaky as going to
a VIP Cirque with your kids...

the night before she
goes with them, but yes.

I don't like your perspective.

You have no idea
how good you have it.

The men my mom
used to date? Jeez.

Yes, we have that in common.
- But seriously.

Your ex's girlfriend really
cares about your kids...

and has nothing against you.
You hit the jackpot.

Should I be afraid?
Because I have a shovel.

I come in peace. Here, for you.
Your money back for your consultation.

We didn't do the whole hour.

I appreciate it. You were right.

You are expensive. Sorry about the stunt.

I shouldn't have come
to work. That was...

Can't you play the
moral knight for a while?

I'm trying to do something.

I also came to say that
maybe you were right.

I am open to a
better understanding.

Would you like a cup of tea?

This was enough for one day.

Okay.

How did you know where I live?

Heather says the
photos are great.

She expects a bidding war.

We have to figure out how
we want to spend the loot.

I've always wanted to
travel on the Orient Express.

I don't think I can do this.

The Orient Express? - No.

I don't have to sell
the penthouse...

We have to put an end to it.

Where does this come from? Things
are going great between us, aren't we?

Yes.

But I don't want
to wait until it isn't...

or until I find you in the
bathroom with a "Luna."

Come on... That was so long ago.
I have been completely faithful to you.

I believe you.

But that doesn't change the
fact that the further we go...

the more afraid I get of you leaving me.

You are doom-mongering.
I'm going nowhere.

That's not the point.
I hate this version of myself.

The woman who gets jealous
when Zina comes to the office...

or when I saw you talking to Linda.

I was polite to your girlfriend.

Talking to her wasn't that fun.

I hated that feeling
then and I hate it now.

I never want to be that person again.

Then don't be her.

I love you Harry...

but I must end this
relationship, on my terms.

Translation: Judith Bros Iyuno