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Previously, on Family Law...

Maybe it's time to adjust
the parenting agreement.

That would be great.

Apologies
for interrupting the party.

I was very impressed
with your law firm,

so I've hired Harry
to represent me in my divorce.

Seriously?

I should never have proposed.

I can't get married.

I want to offer you
an eat-what-you-kill deal.

You get to keep 50%

of everything
you bring into the firm.

I'll think about it.

I'm glad we could get together,
the four of us.

Your mom and I
have some news.

- You're getting a divorce?
- No.

[Nico] You're coming home?

Not yet, Peanut.

[Frank] We're gonna do
week on, week off.

You'll spend one with me,
one with Mom.

[Nico] Oh.

That sucks. Well, it does!

Now we're going to be going
back and forth all the time.

I got a zero
on my French homework

because you left it
at Jo-Jo's on Sunday.

I left it?

Now stuff like that's just
gonna happen even more.

Actually,
mathematically speaking,

it'll happen less,

just 'cause you'll be
in one place longer.

And how am I supposed
to see Justin

if I'm trapped
way over there?

I seem to remember
he found his way to Jo-Jo's

quite easily.
- Abby.

You'll still get
to see your friends.

And what about volleyball?

I'll have to get up
at, like, 5:00

for practices.

[groans]

I have fencing on Tuesdays.

And Thursdays
are my trivia club.

We need to work out logistics,
but--

[Sofia] You know,
I'm so sick of this.

Just 'cause you ruined
your life does not mean

you get to screw up ours.

[sighs]

One thing I bet you didn't know

is that soy can
delay puberty in girls.

Guess it's too late.

[Yannick]
"Eat what you kill"?

Seriously, dude?

More money,
fewer headaches.

Please.
It's a consolation prize.

I thought you wanted
your name on the letterhead.

We're gonna revisit partnership
down the line.

When?

"Eat what you kill"

is what senior partners
offer guys

who aren't good enough to be
invited to the dinner table.

That's not what this is.

You know,
I've been meaning to ask...

...mind if I swipe right?

Mind if I whiz
in your water bottle?

[bottle clangs]

Too soon?

Lucy-Goosey.

How're you doing?

You'd think it'd get easier.

I know. I miss her too.
Every day.

This week, leading up, I...

It takes the wind out of you,
doesn't it?

I had Jerri
clear my Friday morning.

I'll get the flowers.

[Jerri] I will see
all three of you tonight.

5:30.

I'll be there.

Harry's ego doesn't need
any more inflating.

Abigail.

He's not even gonna notice--

Fine.

Yeah, I'm not going.

[Jerri] You are.

If not for Harry,
for me.

I'll come for his speech,
but I'm not staying for drinks.

Uh, Mister-- Daniel?

Ms. Creedy and Mrs. Vanderhausen
are here.

Put them in the boardroom, please.

I'm hoping we can
keep them out of court.

Of course you are.

Why would you want
to make any real money?

Good morning.

Trish Creedy,

Kim Vanderhausen,
this is my junior associate,

Abigail Bianchi.

Daniel tells me

your mother is suing you
for parental support.

She's not getting a dime.

She made her bed,
she can lie in it.

Our mother was physically
and psychologically abusive.

Oh, she still is.
She's cold--

...Manipulative, vindictive.

Mean. She's just mean.

See this?

She did that.

Threw a toy at her
when she was two years old,

'cause she wouldn't
stop crying.

[Trish] Now she thinks
somehow we owe her,

after everything
she's put us through.

What about your father?

He died before I was born.

- Maybe if he'd been around--
- No, nothing would've changed.

She's a monster.

[Nina] Knock-knock?

Carole Creedy is here
with her lawyer.

[warmly] Hello, Trish.

You look well.

Kim.

How are my grandkids?

["Uh-oh" by Jeremy Fisher
begins]

[♪]

♪ 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
'Cause ♪

♪ 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 ♪

My, uh, client, uh,
needs h-help with the, uh...

- [clicking his pen]
- ...uh...

- [click-click]
- ...um...

she doesn't have enough
to cover her basic, uh...

[snaps]
"Necessities of life."

Right!

Then maybe she moves
to a cheaper city.

My life is here,
close to family and friends.

What family and friends?

You've alienated everyone.

I know we'd all like to find
a reasonable solution.

I'm not asking for much.

Just a small helping hand.

Tell them, Clark.

Where was that helping hand
when we were kids?

You never showed us
any affection.

You bullied us,
undermined us.

Right, Kim?

You had a good, but strict, upbringing.

I kept a roof over your head,
shoes on your feet.

You treated us
like indentured servants!

One Christmas,
we both asked for Barbies.

Oh, here we go.

Why do you always have
to bring up that Christmas?

She bought one Barbie.

Whoever did more chores that day
could keep it.

And after we'd spent
the day cleaning,

she ripped the doll's head off,
threw it in the fireplace,

because we were both
"spoiled little brats."

I was at my wit's end.

There were bills piling up.

I was working three jobs.

I always did the best I could
for you girls.

[Trish] That was your best?

Have you explained
to your client

that the law regarding
parental support

was repealed,

and that her only recourse
is by making a claim in equity?

[stammering] Uh, w-well--

And if she takes this to court,
she will lose,

because "he who comes to equity
must come with clean hands."

Right, yeah,
the, uh, "clean hands," um...

It's also highly unlikely
you'll win,

because you already receive

a government pension
and Old Age Security.

Is that true, Clark?

I think it would be,
uh, better if we could...

come up with a compromise
here today?

You want our money?

Take us to court.

I expected this
from you, Trish,

but not from my sweet Kimmy.

I can't afford to go to court.

You heard them.
She won't win.

Here.

This might cheer you up.

Been holding on to it for you.

Sorry we haven't had a chance
to see each other

since I got back.

Is this the bag you bought
last year?

[Trish]
Yeah, you said you loved it.

I treated myself
to a new one in Milan.

[forced] Wow. Thanks.

Thanks for trying.

Abby will be in touch with you
to prep you for court.

[♪]

That lawyer of hers,
Clark...

just bargain basement.

I don't think
his testicles have dropped.

What judge is gonna hear
that Barbie story

and make them pay?

Carole should be paying them
for lifelong therapy.

Yeah, the Barbie thing
wasn't flattering,

but come on.

She was raising two kids
on her own,

juggling three jobs--

she must've been exhausted.

You don't know,

you don't have kids.

And if I did,

I wouldn't expect them
to support me,

especially if I ruined
their childhoods.

Did you take my yogurt again?

No.

I-I'm just saying,
she probably did

the best she could
with the tools she had.

Every parent has ugly moments.

Yeah.

Yours was on YouTube.

Daniel.

To be fair,

you didn't exactly have
the best role model.

Well, still had my mom.

Exactly.

We heard the stories--

Joanne teaching you
to mix a mean Manhattan

when you were seven.

I heard the stories

of your mother having sex
with my mother's husband.

And your mother having sex
with his mother's husband.

Oh, my God!

You both have the emotional
intelligence of a tick.

There's only two things
we need to prove.

One, Carole's hands
are not clean.

Two, Trish and Kim can't afford

to support themselves
and their mother.

Jerri, I need you
to look over my speech.

Oh, hey!

Just the man I wanted to see.

It's Nina's birthday on Friday,
and I want to surprise her.

Surely there must be
someone else who can help you.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
This is perfect.

I mean, my little girl's
turning 22--

[chuckles in astonishment]

...who better
to make her feel special

than the Big Boss Man himself?

Jerri is usually the person
who--

Yeah, and Nina's gonna be back
from the washroom any second.

Let's talk in your office.
Come on.

Yeah.

- I have a client.
- Aw, sure, sure.

This'll just take a second.

I made a banner.
Can you believe that?

I'll bring it Thursday night
when I bring you the balloons.

I just need a place
to keep them.

Maybe you could
decorate her desk...

Essentially,
we need to show the judge

your mother
was a total nightmare,

and then we need to establish

you can't afford to make
any support payments.

That won't be a problem.

Reggie and I barely keep
our heads above water as it is.

With three kids
and a car payment, rent...

it's a struggle every month.

What about your mother?

When did things start
to go south between you?

I started dating Reggie
right after high school.

My mother called him
"the Shih Tzu".

- 'Cause of the business?
- No.

She thought he looked
like a Shih Tzu.

She said he was the best
I was gonna get

'cause I let my figure go.

I tried to ignore
all the hurtful stuff,

'cause, you know, she's still
my kids' grandmother.

What was the final straw?

She told my youngest
that she better be smart,

'cause she's fat,
like her mom...

but without the pretty face.

Come on, baby.
Come on.

Come on up. Come on.

[Abigail] So no dependents?

[Trish] Just me.

Trish, you've got
a $90,000 car in your driveway.

It's gonna be hard to argue

you can't afford
to support your mother.

Just because I've worked hard
and been smart with my money

doesn't mean
she's entitled to any of it.

Oh, I-I'm not saying she is.

I'm saying

leave the Prada bag at home

when we go
in front of the judge.

We'll focus on proving

she doesn't
deserve your support.

Okay.

In third grade,

when Jamie Bonner slammed
my head into a metal pole,

she said
it must've been my fault

because I was "too mouthy."

When I was 11,

she dragged me

out of my friend's slumber party
by my ear,

because I hadn't given her
my babysitting money.

Oh, I've got plenty of proof.

How much time do you have?

[Chancellor]
...Mr. Harry Svensson.

[all applauding]

Thank you.
Thank you, Chancellor,

for that very, very kind
introduction.

This fine institution

gave me
the training I needed

to build the thriving law firm

I've helmed
for over three decades.

I'm aware of this privilege.

For too long,

our profession
has closed doors to women.

Today, I am delighted

to endow my alma mater
with the funds

to offer an annual

Harry Svensson
Entrance Scholarship

to a promising
female law student.

[all applauding]

[chuckles] When...

when I was a student here,

I had heard about Wreck Beach

and all the natural wonders
of the student body

on full display.

I want to tell you,

that left something
to be desired.

My classmates
were almost all men!

[whispering]
He's going off-script.

[Harry] Now I look out and see

all these bright,
accomplished women,

and it fills me with hope
for the future and...

more than a little envy

that I'm not a student
here today.

- Oh, Harry...
- But let's talk about--

- Maybe no one will notice.
- ...hope for the future,

because that's really
why I'm here.

- What--
- Thank you so much.

[Harry]
I'm just gonna to finish up.

I just want to say,
before I--

Hey. Stop it.

Stop it.

[Harry] You know, I...

I had--

Well, it was, you know,
my old Halcyon days.

I mean, I was--

[Joanne]
"A scholarship for women

named after a misogynist.

Hashtag 'no irony there'."

Yeah.

"Boomer solution
to high tuition costs--

look good naked
for a creepy, old white guy."

'Kay, I know
you're loving this,

but you don't have
to read them all out loud.

I don't even think
what he said is that bad,

but it sure is fun
to look at the carnage.

[phone line ringing]

[Sofia] Hello?

Hey, Sofe. How are ya?

I can't talk.
We're gonna be late.

Uh, okay, could you just
put your dad on the--

- [she hangs up]
- ...phone?

[scoffs meekly]

She's just trying to get
out the door for school.

Hi.
You've reached Frank Bianchi.

Please leave a message.

- [beep]
- Hey, Frank.

Did you get that email
from our tenants

about moving out?

Just wanna run something
past you.

[chuckles]

Call me back.

Do not tell me
that you're suggesting

that you live
in your own basement.

[chuckles dismissively]

It's a garden suite.

And it would make
things easier for the kids.

You paid for that house!

You know what?

I got to go.

I have a therapy appointment
before work.

Well, don't let her make it
all about your mother.

[Abigail] She was
teaching me fractions--

2/3 whiskey,
1/3 sweet vermouth--

it's not like
I was drinking them.

I just liked the cherries!

Why does everyone assume

the mother is the root
of all problems

and a father who babysits
his own kids gets a medal?

I'm wondering,

are we talking
about your mother?

Were you not listening?

Is it possible
your brother's comment--

Half-brother.

Is it possible

his comment about
Joanne was especially acute

because of your interaction
with Sofia?

She said
you are "screwing up" her life?

Yeah, along with
the rest of the family's.

No matter what I do,

she just won't let me make up
for my mistakes.

I'm, uh,
defending these two sisters.

They detest their mother.

And if you could
hear the stories...

I mean, I know I'm not winning
"Parent of the Year,"

but compared to this woman...

Sounds like

the case is triggering
some of your own fears.

Yeah, I keep thinking,
"Is that gonna be me and Sofia?"

"I want to thank God,

my parents,
and Harry Svensson.

He says I have
all the right assets

to become a 'lady lawyer'."

That's so mean.

Mr. Svensson's not a bad guy.

He's just like my Grampy,
you know?

Bit of a dinosau-- oh!

Good morning, Mr. Svensson!

Great to see you, sir.

Nina.

"Cecile."

[♪]

You need to apologize, Harry.

Before it gets worse.

You're making a mountain
out of a molehill.

Right, Danny?

What you said was inappropriate
and offensive.

Oh, spare me your wokeness.

At the very least,
it was completely tone deaf.

And you should've known better.

I'm not going
to dignify all this nonsense

with some pathetic mea culpa.

I referred to them
as "bright, accomplished women."

[Daniel] Yeah!

Then you had us
imagine them naked.

I know you have work to do

because I don't pay you
to lecture me.

[♪]

When I was 15,
she locked me in the basement.

I trust it was heated?

Furnished?

No. It was dark, cold,
a cement floor.

I was down there for a week

with nothing
but a moldy sleeping bag.

- What about food?
- Twice a day,

she'd leave
a glass of water

and a bologna sandwich
at the top of the stairs.

You must have had a washroom.

Just a bucket.

[Daniel] Can you please

explain to the court how
that experience affected you?

I developed
a profound phobia of spiders.

[laughs bitterly]

And also
a pretty serious drug habit,

that took 10 years

and the love and support
of my sister to overcome.

And how did your mother respond

when she learned
you were an addict?

[Trish] She kicked me out.

[Daniel] How old were you?

[Trish] 16.

16 years old.

Turned her back on you.

Left you to fend for yourself
on the streets

- with nothing.
- Objection.

Uh...

S-Speculation?

Sustained.

Ms. Creedy,

is it safe to say
your mother abandoned you

- when you needed her the most?
- Yes.

Objection, Your Honour.
Uh...

uh, he's leading the witness?

Sustained.
Watch yourself, counsel.

Apologies, Your Honour.

My mother put me
in beauty pageants.

How old were you?

Three.

Did you enjoy competing
in these pageants?

I liked winning.

Never keep
the prize money, though.

Why not?

My mom said we needed it
for rent and food.

What happened
when you wanted to quit?

She wouldn't let me.

But you did stop,

when you were 12,
is that right?

I couldn't talk back
to my mother

or tell her how I felt,

so I just started eating,

and I gained enough weight
to make sure I would never win.

And how did
your mother respond to that?

She padlocked the fridge.

Once, she caught me
stealing a box of crackers.

[♪]

Did she punish you?

Spank you

with a wooden spoon
so you couldn't

sit down for a week?

That was the beginning

of your lifelong
eating disorder, correct?

Yes.

[♪]

I know that was hard,
but you did great.

I feel bad
saying all that stuff about her

in front of strangers.

[Daniel] You were just
stating the facts.

I know, but it feels... wrong.

Hey, listen to me.

We're protecting ourselves.

Why don't you
go grab some lunch?

We'll meet you
back here at 2:00.

Yeah, come on.

Harry Svensson!

Can I get your side of the story
for the campus paper?

No. K-Keep walking.

You--
You want a statement?

Ahem.

I have always been
a staunch supporter of women.

I know how important it is
to level the playing field.

When did we, as a society,

decide it was
no longer appropriate

to recognize beauty?

[chuckles irately]

Am I not supposed
to find the model

on that poster
attractive?

Of course I am!

The marketing team
is counting on it!

Now, let me ask you something.

When you dress up
to go out...

Mrs. Vanderhausen,
before the break,

we were talking about

how your mother alienated
your husband and children--

[Carole]
Oh, for heaven's sake!

She's putting
words in her mouth.

Right. Objection!

Just get on with it,
Ms. Bianchi.

Fine.

What do you believe

is the root cause
of your estrangement?

I wouldn't
call it "estrangement".

W-Would it be fair to say

you and your mother
have not been on good terms

for several years?

We've had our differences.

But I know
how hard it was for her.

My sister and I
weren't always the easiest.

Maybe she wasn't the best,
but she's still our mother.

Please, Trish,
we have to do the right thing.

What the hell was that?

We were all on the same team
before lunch.

I'm sorry.

I saw her outside.

Mom got to you, didn't she?

Same old sob story
about how broke she is.

No! I didn't even talk to her.

But she's lost so much weight.

I don't think
she's been eating.

She made her choices.

Two grand a month
would be nothing to you!

- That's not the point.
- Reggie and I

have three kids to feed.

You fly business class
to Italy every year.

I'll be the one on the hook
for this, not you.

You said
that we were in this together.

You just threw me
under the bus!

All you care about

is your expensive clothes
and your shoes.

I don't want
your hand-me-downs.

[♪]

It's Prada.

[♪]

[Crystal Steele]
Keep your eyes peeled for me

on a major cable network
in coming months.

That's all I can share for now.

Let's get to what's happening
to poor Harry Svensson,

one of our city's

most well-respected
litigators.

You see,
the social justice warriors

have their knickers
in a knot

over a joke
he made in a speech.

For goodness sake, people!

The man is making a substantial
charitable donation,

and now he's under attack

for daring to be
a red-blooded male.

It was a joke. Okay?

Exactly.

[phone rings]

Svensson and Associates.

Dad, the last thing you need

is Crystal Steele
coming to your defense.

Would you like to reschedule?

I'll let him know.
Have a great day!

[click]

Uh, Mr. Svensson?

Madison Danvers just cancelled.

She says that her brand

can't be associated
with a perceived misogynist.

No offense.

"No offense"?

Oh, I added that last bit.

See?

People are gonna think
you share her backwards values.

I happen to agree with her
in this instance.

You can still fix this.

Distance yourself from Crystal
and apologize.

No. You know what happens
the minute I say

anything remotely apologetic?

The moral crusaders smell blood
and get all worked up again

into their little frenzy
of self-righteousness.

[Lucy] We have to save Dad
from himself.

Preferably before he takes
the whole firm down with him.

I've tried.
I can't get through to him.

We need professional help.

Someone who's skilled
in reframing the conversation.

I'll call her.

Okay... is that a good idea?

Daniel can put on
his big-boy pants.

[♪]

[Carole] I tried my best
to raise my daughters right.

I was on my own
after their father passed.

And what happened
to your husband?

He was in the Special Forces,

God rest him.

Some hush-hush
military operation.

I had a toddler

and a baby on the way
when I lost him.

And how old were you then?

19.

Uh, no job.

I-I dropped out of high school
in grade eight.

Uh, that must have put you
under a lot of stress.

Objection!

Speculation.

Uh, withdrawn, withdrawn.
Sorry. Uh...

[Carole] You probably want

to know why I locked Trish
in the basement.

Yes! That... That would
be helpful, thank you.

I know it sounds harsh,

but I didn't know
what else to do.

Trish was running around
with a drug dealer.

I didn't want
to see her drop out,

like I did--

end up pregnant and broke.

Ahem! And, uh, ahem,

what happened when
you opened the basement door

and let her out?

She took off.

Moved in with the cokehead

and lost three years
of her life,

and I spent every penny I had

paying for Trish
to go through rehab.

She sent me this card...

just before
she got out of rehab.

[Carole sniffles]

[card opens]

She wrote, "Dear Mom,

I'm sorry for everything
I put you through.

Thank you for supporting me

and getting me
the help I needed.

I'm gonna pay you back..."

[voice breaks]
"...every cent."

[card crinkles
as she puts it away]

[tearfully]
I did everything for my girls.

I wasn't perfect.

But don't I deserve their help

after all the sacrifices
I made?

[♪]

Uh, n-no further questions.

It was part of rehab.

I was making amends,
and it was over 30 years ago.

Doesn't matter.
It still hurt us.

Not as much
as Kim's 180.

This was a slam dunk.

The judge could decide

your mom's entitled
to something.

We might want
to consider settling.

[Daniel] We can win this.

Precedent is on our side,
and her lawyer's a disaster.

Excuse me.
I have an appointment.

I would rather spend
everything I have on legal bills

than give her a cent.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, was your dad
Army, Navy, or Air Force?

Army, I think.

I just have
that one photo of him.

You don't know
where he was stationed?

Kim and I used to daydream
he wasn't really dead--

he was on
some secret spy mission

and, one day,
he'd break down the door

and rescue us.

So you don't remember
anything at all about him?

After my mom
threw that toy at me--

I remember him cradling me
in the back of a cab,

taking me to the hospital,

holding a towel to my head,

and he was singing
"Hush, Little Baby."

[sniffles]

Can I borrow
your photo of him?

Good news, dude.

Danielle pulled her profile.

Did she?

You knew that.
You've been creeping.

You just dropped
a hundred bucks on lunch,

and this is what you wanted
to talk about?

Okay. Cold, hard truth.

Your dad's never
gonna make you partner.

I mean, no offense
to the old man, but...

Pitch me.

You got until
the gelato cart.

Pick your own clients.

I do that already.

You can hand off the junk files
to juniors.

Oh, I give those to Abby.

Guaranteed partner
before 40.

Then there's
the Arbutus Club membership,

the Vancouver Golf Club,
the expense account...

Look, I can give you a million
reasons to join our firm,

but as your friend...

I'm telling you,
it's time to jump ship.

Ever want to rise to the bench,

you gotta ditch your dad
and sister.

Half-sister.

Whatever.

Being associated
with the Drunk Defender

and the Lecherous Litigator

isn't doing you any favours.

Oh. I guess I'm done.

Keep going.

I mention our last firm retreat
was in the Bahamas?

I got your favourite--

cheeseburger, extra pickles.

Before you shoot down my idea?

There's no way
I'm gonna let you

live in the basement suite.

I paid
for half of that house.

Let's alternate weeks.

Whoever has the kids
stays upstairs with them.

Hmm.

Or we could all stay upstairs.

[laughs] Abby.

All right, worth a shot.

But who knows what might happen
if we...

leave the basement door
unlocked.

[amused] Hmph.

[♪]

- Hey.
- Hi! Uh...

Are we still on for tomorrow?

Lucy-Goosey, of course.

Oh.

The university wants to take
your name off the scholarship.

Dad, just apologize!

They're suggesting

"Merit Entrance Award."

Do those boneheads really think
they get to take my money

without any recognition?

They assume you want
to make amends for your speech.

You can still salvage this.

No!

Get those ball-less wonders
on the phone right now!

Kowtowing
to every politically correct--

That word
has racist overtones.

Oh, for god's sake!

The word
comes from Imperial China.

It means to show subservience,

to grovel,

which is exactly
what I expect the Chancellor

and her gutless band of toadies
to do

when I tell them I'm putting
a stop-payment on that cheque!

Danielle.

Hi.

You look... great.

I didn't expect...

Do you want to grab
some coffee, or--?

In what universe
would I be here to see you?

[Jerri] Danielle!

Thank God you're here.

The man is entrenched.

[Abigail] If Trish's father
was killed in the line of duty,

Carole would be entitled
to death benefits,

so find out which branch
of military he served in

- and for how long.
- Why are we helping Carole?

We're not.

If we can prove
she's been stashing money,

the case falls apart.

"Jim Creedy, 1968."

Not much to go on.

Low blow, Abby, even for you.

Thank you?

You could've asked me
before hiring Danielle.

I was far from alone
in making that decision.

And in case you haven't noticed,

Harry keeps
digging himself deeper,

and somebody's
gotta take away his shovel.

There are dozens of other
spin doctors in the city.

She's the best,
and you know it.

And you broke off
the engagement.

Why should she lose work?

[♪]

God.

[Abigail] Knock next time.

Mr. Svensson,

I know your heart
was in the right place,

and you would never do
or say anything

intentionally demeaning
towards women.

The money is for a woman
to help pay for law school,

- for crying out loud.
- The recipient is posting

about whether or not

she can accept the money
in good conscience.

Oh, come on!

And while this backlash

seems disproportionate
to your comments,

your brand
has suffered damage.

[sighs irately]

How many clients have you lost?

One, but--

Three cancellations,

two reschedules.

Are you familiar
with the journalist Sandra Dell?

The militant feminist

who believes
middle-aged white men

are the root of all evil?

Yes.

Great. You're having breakfast
with her tomorrow

at her favourite
vegan restaurant.

I will not.

Mr. Svensson,

I'll be blunt.

If you have any other skeletons
in your closet--

an office romance
that went south,

an off-colour joke,

a barista you shared
a flirty chat with,

now's the time to tell me.

I don't want to see your name
on the "Crappy Men List."

This is your script.

You stick to it,

you'll not only survive,

you'll come out
stronger than ever.

You were far
from the perfect mother.

[Joanne, scoffs]
Uncalled for.

But thank you
for not padlocking the fridge

or trapping me
in the basement.

You're doing that
all by yourself.

[chuckles mockingly]

Have you told the kids?

Not yet.

I'm sure Sofia's gonna find
a way to hate the idea.

Oh, she's 13.

It's her job to criticize you.

Mm.

It doesn't mean I like
the way she's treating you.

I was never like that.

Do the words--

[mimicking teen Abby] "If
anyone finds out we're related,

I'll kill myself"

ring a bell?

Did I really say that?

I didn't take it personally.

I'm sorry.

As if it wasn't hard enough
being a single parent

after Harry left.

Oh, please. You were
developing your independence,

which is exactly
what Sofia's doing.

Mothers and daughters...

a terrifying tale
as old as time.

Mm.

[phone rings]

Hi, Cecil.

I found
Jim Creedy's military record.

And his death certificate, too.

Amazing.

Mrs. Creedy,

you told us your husband
was in the Special Forces,

that he died

in the line of duty

serving his country.

That's right.

I'd like to introduce
into evidence

Jim Creedy's military record.

That's got nothing to do
with any of this. Clark, object!

Uh, uh, uh...

Objection! Irrelevant?

That's up to me, Counsel.

I'll allow it.

Jim Creedy was no war hero.

Far from it.

He was an alcoholic.

The army kicked him out
after he served a year.

He died
in a drunk-driving accident

six years ago.

[Clark] Uh, Y-Your Honour,

what does any of this
have to do with our--

with anything?

Our dad
only died six years ago?

Mrs. Creedy grossly
mischaracterized her husband.

How can we believe
any of her testimony?

You're worse than I thought,
keeping him from us--

no wonder he left you.

He didn't leave.
I left him!

I ran!
In the middle of the night!

He came home pissed, again.

Tripped over one of your toys
and threw it at you so hard,

I thought he'd killed you!

I rushed you to the hospital
in a cab.

Sang while you wailed--

[tearing up] ...and after
they stitched you up...

I did not go back.

I got on a Greyhound bus
out west.

Why not tell your daughters
the truth?

Why protect him
all these years?

[Carole chuckles sadly]

I wasn't protecting him.

My mother ran off
when I was three.

Left me behind

with my daddy...

who never believed
I was his.

I knew what it was like

growing up with a father
who didn't want me...

and I was not

gonna let my girls think...

their daddy
didn't want them.

[♪]

[whimpers sadly]

[Harry]
So what's good here?

[Sandra Dell] Everything.

I should say

that this is on me.

That would be inappropriate.

Right. Okay.

We'll go Dutch.

Not that I'm saying
Dutch citizens are stingy.

I find their culture
to be highly equitable,

Ms. Dell.

Sandra's fine.

Sandra.

I-I deeply regret

the remarks I made
earlier this week.

It was never my intention
to offend,

and yet I hold myself
solely responsible

for how hurtful
my comments were,

especially towards women.

[line ringing]

[Harry]
It's been a hard lesson for me,

but an important one.

Times have changed,

much for the better,

and I intend to change too.

In fact, I've organized

a sensitivity seminar
for my firm

to increase our awareness
of gender issues.

Now, do you mind if I tuck into
this delicious Tofurkey burrito?

[♪]

Mm.

12 post-dated cheques
for $2,000 a month in support.

Judge Fraiberg is satisfied
with the claim,

and the settlement is resolved.

What am I supposed
to do with those?

Cash them.

I have to bus down to the bank
every month on my walker?

I can drive you.

It's a pain in the ass.

I'll probably just lose 'em
anyway.

What if Trish e-transfers
the funds every month,

directly to your account?

The Internet?

That's just asking
to be robbed blind.

Clark?

I'm not sure you or your client
wants to go back to court.

Give me a minute.

[whispers] Please don't
make me go back to court.

She wants you to hand-deliver
them every month.

She said that?

It's not just about
the money, Trish.

She wants to see you.

Ohh.

Nothing is ever enough for her.

Tell her she can forget it.

[stammers]

Think about what it took

for her
to keep that secret.

Every time
you and Kim made some comment

about your saintly father,

she bit her tongue.

She loves you,

even if she has a terrible way
of showing it.

Could you just give her
this one, small thing?

W-What if Kim went with you

to deliver the cheques?

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, Ms. Bianchi,

you left your purse
in the washroom.

[♪]

Oh. Okay.

[♪]

[♪]

Love you, Mom.

[♪]

♪ It's somethin'
I love to play ♪

[♪]

♪ Swing song
with my swing song ♪

♪ Puts my troubles away ♪

♪ I'm hearing fingers... ♪

Lucy!

You have to try
a piece of this cake.

It's carrot,

just like my mom used to make.

Oh, I am so sorry.
This must be so weird for you.

I know
you're missing your mom today.

It's fine, Nina. Really.

It's strangely comforting.

My mom loved parties.

She'd always
bake me my favourite--

angel food cake--

even on her own birthday.

My mom did that, too.

Our moms are here with us
in spirit.

We still have our awesome dads!

[Nina chuckles]

Where were you this morning?

I waited for over an hour.

[gasps]
Oh, Lucy, I'm so sorry.

I-I got caught up
with that reporter.

There's a lot going on.

Please, can we go together
this weekend?

Of course.

Harry! Where's your hat?

Here it is!
[chuckles]

Ohh! That's so much better.

Did you see what I got Nina
for her birthday?

A DNA kit.

Here's hoping we find
some long-lost relatives.

Or maybe
that we're part Neanderthal.

[laughs]

Wouldn't be surprised.

Danielle. What's up?

Mr. Svensson?

I just got
the professional courtesy

of a heads-up
from Sandra Dell.

This is the article
she's going to run tomorrow.

And before you ask,

yes, I did everything I could
to try to talk her out of it.

W-What's the problem?

Did you stick
to Danielle's script?

Word for word.
It was a great interview.

Except for the part

where you're dating
Crystal Steele.

I...

I didn't tell her that.

Please tell me
this was a joke.

It's none of her business
who I'm...

Is it true?

I can tell

that you're all upset,

and I don't want to invalidate
anyone's feelings, but--

Oh, Harry.

You-- You can't judge her
by her online persona.

When you get to know her--

Harry, I'll continue
to manage this office...

but you can make your own
dinner reservations.

[footsteps receding]

Thank you for making
this decision easy for me, Dad.

I quit.

[♪]

[scoffs quietly]

[♪]

[Maggie] Wow.

Looks like a glitter-bomb
went off in reception.

What are you doing here?

I thought
you were on shift today.

I wanted to bring this
to you first.

I...

dug out
your mom's old recipe.

Oh, hey...

it's okay.

I know how hard today is.

No, it's--
it's not that.

It's just...

[chuckles sadly]

...you're always there for me.

Of course.

That's the deal.

I've been such a flake.

I don't know
what I was so afraid of.

You're my family, Mags.

I love you.

I know.

Let's do it.

Let's have a baby.

[gasps]

[both laughing]

[♪]

- Hi!
- Hi.

Sofia's favourite sweatshirt.

She left it at Jo-Jo's.

I wanted to avoid
a category-5 meltdown.

You found it? Oh, my god!
You're the best mom ever!

Do you have dinner plans?

Last night's takeout.

I just made enough Bolognese
to feed an army.

We could share the new plan
with the kids.

What new plan?

I'd love to.

♪ Let's get
the kid gloves out ♪

♪ Let the love come easy ♪

♪ Let it handle us
Oh, so tenderly ♪

♪ You gotta handle it
with kid gloves ♪

♪ Oh, we don't need
to throw down ♪

♪ Baby, let it be easy ♪

♪ I wanna do whatever
comes to us naturally ♪

♪ When it's precious
like this love ♪

♪ When it's precious
like this love... ♪

♪ When it's precious
like this love ♪

♪ You gotta handle it
with kid gloves ♪

♪ Kid-kid-kid gloves ♪