All language subtitles for Family Law s04e07 Knowing Me, Knowing You

Previously on Family Law.

Our firms are going on a joint corporate
retreat this weekend.

I think you could lose Nelson from your
team. No one would miss it. Then there's

an obvious cut on your side as well.

Can't believe I have to shill chocolate
-covered almonds, even though my son is

almost certainly not going on this trip.

How can you rob your son of this
experience after hearing about

Troy is young. He's tech savvy.

If that's a resignation letter, I'm not
opening it. I look forward to getting to

know you better over the weekend.

Your hysterical ex and her ball -busting
lawyer are going to drag this thing out

forever. It's the not -so -thinly
-veiled language of a misogynist.

this merger is going ahead.

What line of work did you say you were
in?

Family law.

Abigail, thank you for my new pajamas.

Thank you for wearing them.

Oh, you look so professional.

I can't believe you're already dressed
and ready. I'm nervous. It's my first

day.

It's one week of work experience at your
grandfather's firm.

The stakes couldn't be lower.

It fit right in at Spencer and Spencer
and Sophia.

Just remember, don't let anyone teach
you how to make coffee. If you don't

how, they can't make you do it. A skill
your mother has been dodging for 42

years and counting.

It's so nice having breakfast with my
grandma and grandpa together.

Yes, it is.

Although, kindly never call me the G
-word again.

Hi,

Sophia. Hi, Winston.

Come on, Soph, I'll introduce you to
everyone.

Absolutely not. This is my firm. I get
to show off my granddaughter.

Good luck.

Cecile, you remember my granddaughter,
Sophia?

She'll be working at the firm this week.

Welcome, Spencer and Spencer.

Thanks, sir. You can keep your backpack
in my office.

Good morning,

everyone.

Feeling as invigorated from the retreat
as I am?

I was invigorated.

I know you're upset about the merger,
Abby, but you don't need to leave a

vandalized t -shirt on display like a
severed horse head.

First of all, I didn't take one of your
propaganda shirts.

And second of all, I've made my peace
with the merger.

You don't make peace with anything.

Well, uh, copies still.

Retreat was meant to bring people
together. Why is everyone so upset?

Lip service.

People don't feel heard.

I hear people all day long.

I've been in a fog since Roy passed.

I barely move.

The thought of a shower feels
impossible.

Losing a partner is a devastating
experience.

Like survivor reactions or fight,
flight, or freeze.

You're frozen right now.

I'm useless.

Christian, you spent the last two years
caring for Roy through a brutal battle

with cancer.

Your whole world has changed.

Go easy on yourself.

Rituals are helpful in the healing
process.

Have you spread Roy's ashes yet?

Roy's sister swooped into town and took
over everything.

She locked me out of the house.

How is that even possible?

She's the executor of Roy's estate and
the sole beneficiary.

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, there's something you can do.

You need to meet my sister.

Let me get this straight.

Roy's sister never came to visit him
once while he was sick and then flew in

from Alberta two days after he died and
told you to get out of the house?

A sheriff showed up at the door and
ordered me to leave.

Didn't even have time to pack my things.

Do you have any idea why Roy didn't
update his will?

Roy and I made a pact to stay positive.

We never gave up on him getting better.

Talking about his will would have...

Felt like we were giving up hope.

Well, from what you've told me, I
believe you're entitled to a share of

estate. Honestly, I don't care about the
money or the stuff.

The only thing that is important to me
is Roy's ashes.

I'll get Bonnie in and explain to her
politely how the law works.

We'll get this sorted.

We need to scan the paper files in these
boxes and get them organized.

On our server.

You can do it on my phone. I'll leave
you to it.

No, no, no.

It's Vincent. It's Vincent.

We can't use him there.

Got it.

I'll just stick around until you get the
hang of it.

It's one button.

These machines jam up.

I was going to use my phone.

If you don't mind sharing, may I ask
what they're paying you?

I'm doing my 30 hours of work experience
for school credit.

So you're getting paid... Nothing.

Interesting. Okay, Cecil. Time for a
juice box.

How is it possible you're threatened by
a teenage volunteer?

The Peterson paralegal makes six grand
more than me. The fact that I'm cheap is

all I've got going for me in the
layoffs. Don't we got the boss's

doing my job for free?

I'm toast, Winston.

If the Peterson paralegal makes more
than you, that means you're underpaid.

You need to ask Daniel for a raise.

Were you not listening to anything I
just said? You're selling yourself

What if asking for a raise gives Daniel
the ammo he needs to fire me? Cecil, you

are an asset to the firm.

If Daniel doesn't see that, he doesn't
deserve you.

This idea is making me dizzy. I need
another juice box. Crayon Apple this

please.

Thank you for showing Sophia the rope.

Oh, it's helpful to have her here this
week. We need a set of capable hands to

get everything digitized for the merger.

I've been meaning to ask you, how are
things going with Christina?

Fine.

And how is your little granddaughter?

Lila is great.

Have you reviewed the terms for my
severance package?

I have.

Those are confident numbers.

I know my worth. As do I.

I'm not going to negotiate with you.

Terms accepted.

Does Daniel know I'm leaving?

Not yet.

I'll inform him that we've reached a
deal.

I'm sorry for the way it has played out.

So am I.

I'm going to see how Sophia's getting
on.

Hello, darling.

I'll be right there.

Afternoon. What brings you in today,
Ryder?

I want to sue my mom.

On what ground?

She posted like a million embarrassing
videos of me online when I was a kid.

Without my consent. You don't need
consent to record your own kid. Lots of

parents post on social media. This is
different.

Mine says momfluencer.

This is me, age 10.

Hardcore parkour!

My nuggets!

You're the hardcore parkour kid. That
first video went viral.

Once my mom started making ad revenue,
she wanted me to do more and more fail

videos wearing the stupid cape. I hated
it.

Did you try telling her no?

Could you tell your parents no when you
were a kid?

When I got older, she started recording
me without me knowing.

I feel so good.

Mom, you're so pretty.

My pants are wet.

I just got my appendix out.

When I was still out of it, my mom put
the cape on me and shot this for her

vlog.

18 million views.

I was bullied at school, harassed on the
bus. People still yell at me on the

street asking where my cape is.

That sounds awful, Ryder. I'm sorry.

But these videos were taken a number of
years ago. Why do you want to see your

mom now?

I thought the stigma would fade as I got
older and people would forget.

But last month was the 10 -year
anniversary of the first video.

Where is the hardcore, parkour kid now?

I just want to be Ryder Metzger.

My mom made that impossible.

You probably have a case for intentional
affliction of emotional distress and

unjust enrichment.

I'm so glad my kids grew up without the
World Wide Web.

I will never put my child's image
online.

My parenting agreement with Maggie has a
no posting clause baked in. My parents

had no problem putting my bare bum all
over the internet for the pedos to find.

It was a different time.

We didn't know the consequences back
then.

When JoJo was pregnant, she smoked
cigarettes, so I'd be small.

Sophia, would you mind brewing a fresh
pot of coffee?

Sorry, Uncle Daniel. I don't know how,
but I'd be happy to do a coffee run.

I've got a meeting.

How'd it go with Christian?

Do you think he has a case? I do.

Roy's sister and her lawyer are coming
in tomorrow.

Thanks.

She was sipping a martini on the stern
of her boat when, boom, aneurysm.

She was pronounced dead on the dock when
they got to shore.

I can't believe my best friend is gone.

Gabby Lipton was your best friend?

Stay there.

Stay there.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Sorry, your best friend died, Jojo. Oh,
thank you, sweetheart.

I'm just upset that Gabby and I were in
the middle of a silly spat.

Good morning.

Oh, Harry.

You can't wear navy to a funeral.

You'll have to go change into proper
morning attire.

I'm going to go get in the shower.

You had no intention of going to that
funeral, did you?

I'll tell everyone at work you say hi.

Even if Roy didn't update his will to
reflect his relationship with my client,

it doesn't change the fact that
Christian, as his common -law spouse, is

entitled... Spouse?

No.

He's making this up to get my brother's
money. How could you say that?

As far as my client is concerned, there
was no romantic relationship between

Christian and Roy.

How could there be?

My brother wasn't gay.

Is it possible Bonnie really didn't know
her brother was gay? No.

Roy came out to her a year and a half
ago.

He was too scared to do it in person, so
he sent an email.

I never read it, but Roy said it was not
well received.

I imagine her lawyer warned her that any
whiff of homophobia would be a bad look

in court, so he's grasping at straws at
this scam angle.

I need you to gather evidence that
proves you and Roy were in a marriage

relationship, okay?

Photos, texts.

Tax filing testimonials. Can you do
that?

The thought of court makes me sick.

She may be poisonous, but she's still
Roy's sister.

Hopefully, we can drown the opposition
in documents during discovery, in which

case Colin may advise Bonnie to settle
out of court.

Or, better yet, Bonnie sees irrefutable
evidence with her own two eyes and comes

around herself.

I can't believe she won't acknowledge
her brother was gay. Gay blinders.

My mom believed Bowen was my roommate
even after she saw we lived in a one

-bedroom. People need to get over it.
Everyone at my school is basically bi.

Miss Bianchi, I emailed you a list of
five -star contractors, and Granville

Master Builders has the best reviews by
far.

Did you get a house without letting me
see it first?

No, of course not.

I'm just being proactive.

I understand some of you may be
struggling during this time of

As managing partner of this firm, it's
important to me that my employees are

happy. I know not everyone feels
comfortable coming to the boss with

For that reason, I have created a
suggestion box.

Staff can now anonymously offer
comments.

negative or positive. Don't be shy to
tell us what we're doing right. I'll go

first. I love seeing everyone's happy
face when I arrive

at work.

Putting that in, your feedback is
important to us and your suggestions

taken seriously.

Thank you.

Don't even think about it, Abigail.

He's practically handing this to me on a
silver platter. There's no way this

ends well.

This is the perfect time to ask Daniel
for a raise.

I'm not ready.

We practiced for an hour and a half last
night.

Go.

All right, man.

Wasn't a good time.

He's preparing for a meeting.

intentional affliction of emotional
distress?

You can't be serious. My client has
suffered long -term psychological

Because his mother posted some cute
clips of him when he was a kid?

They weren't cute. They were
humiliating. I just wanted to share with

how adorable my son was.

You exploited your son for profit.

Ryder, you were 10, begging me for glow
-in -the -dark sneakers for months.

All the boys in my grade have
fluorescent sneakers.

They turn the lights off in the gym, and
everyone glows but me.

I explained, I can't afford them.

We're poor.

You yelled, don't be poor then.

What did we do when I cashed my first ad
revenue check?

We went straight to Runglo.

Bought the sneakers.

Thank you for the sneakers.

Ms. Metzger, don't you see the irony?

You were keenly aware of how image
conscious your son was, yet you promoted

fails. All the shiny shoes in the world
wouldn't counter that.

I'm a single mother. The channel was my
sole source of income.

It bought us a house, a car.

I gave Ryder the upbringing I never had.

Your sole source of income.

You made hundreds of thousands from your
son's humiliation.

He was the one on camera, yet he never
saw a dime.

Hope we can settle.

You don't have a case.

But we would accept a withdrawal of your
claim.

That's not going to happen.

I prepared everything Christian sent
over for discovery.

And? Christian and Roy were clearly in a
relationship.

What was the relationship marriage like?

Well, they didn't wear a wedding band.
They kept separate bank accounts. And

Christian was still paying rent on his
old apartment.

But they looked super happy in the
photos, though.

Gabby always did throw the most lavish
parties.

Her funeral was no exception.

Certainly wasn't Rolls Royce, Hearst,
Gospel Choir, Sarah May, and that

portrait.

Well, that was overly airbrushed.

It really was a wonderful service.

She would have loved it.

I wish I could have spoken.

Gabby knew an open mic would have her.

Gin -fueled ex -husbands lining up to
air their grievances.

She was a wise woman.

Was she, though?

Yes. I think you're idealizing the dead.

Her favorite activities were shopping,
gossiping, and boozy brunching. Wise

isn't the first descriptor that comes to
mind.

Those are my favorite activities.

Are you saying that I'm stupid, too? Of
course not. I only meant... You were

adamant you were never going to speak to
her again.

Obviously, I didn't mean that. I don't
even remember what I was so angry about.

She made a move on me.

Which she had every right to do. You
were single. Don't you dare judge Gabby

that. You said she was dead to you.

To me?

I didn't want her actually dead. No one
suggested that.

Gabby was my best friend.

So you said.

Oh, you are clueless. You have always
been clueless. I think we need some time

apart.

Okay, great. Thanks, Winston.

I've got to go. I'm meeting with that
contractor you recommended.

Okay, bye.

Barcelona?

Chocolate Almond Man.

So I'm surprised that you sent your son
to France after the picture that you

painted. I'm surprised myself.

But it turned out to be just what Nico
needed.

Has he assimilated to Parisian culture?

By that, do you mean does he now wear a
beret at all times?

Obviously. Then yes.

Did you hear about the kids' Louvre
adventure?

Yeah, Eloise told me that Madame Gale
told them to go do some independent

learning because she wanted to flirt
with Mona Lisa's security guard.

Three hours of self -guided study in the
Renaissance era.

My son's art history takeaway was boobs.

So is this going to be a money pit?

No. Although these pipes have been
leaking for a while, so you are going to

to replace the floorboards.

But it's not a big deal.

I can have an estimate to you in a few
days.

Oh, and I'd get a few fans in here until
then to try to dry the place out.

Thank you.

Roy and I grew up in small, conservative
towns. There is a reason we both ended

up in Vancouver.

I guess I've gotten used to acceptance
as being the norm.

That's a testament to the great job you
and Roy did finding community.

Seeing the disgust in Bonnie's eyes just
brought me right back to the shame I

felt as a boy.

I don't know how I'm going to face her
in court.

Then don't.

Cross your eyes so she's blurry.

Tune her voice out so she's just noise.

Like Charlie Brown's teacher.

That's pretty good.

I'll be supporting you from the gallery
the whole time.

I promise.

Real mature, Abby.

Next time you plan a corporate retreat,
don't.

To be the face of the firm, first remove
head from ass.

Your lycra shorts make the office smell
like a funny bike butt.

I don't have time for this. I'm due in
court.

Your brother is trying to do a good
thing.

I didn't write that last one.

That was me.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Tell me, that scarf really lights up
your eyes. Is it new?

No.

Abigail, may I have a word?

Gabby was her sworn enemy. Now Gabby was
her best friend.

It's called a frenemy.

I merely suggested that Gabby wasn't
that bosom a buddy.

Why would you say that right after she
died?

To make her feel less sad about the
loss. I don't understand why your mother

so upset.

Her younger friend just dropped dead.

Miss Don't -You -Dare -Call -Me -The -G
-Word is probably realizing that no

matter how much she wants to believe it,
none of us are immortal.

Including her.

Rider disoriented after surgery.

Rider writhing on the ground with a
stomachache after Ms. Metzger dared him

eat an entire fudge cake.

Rider crying because his mom told him
she gave away his cat.

Your Honor, my client has been
traumatized by these humiliating videos

Metzger made and shared without his
consent.

Rider was never in on the joke.

He was the joke.

Counsel Rath.

Your Honor, if the plaintiff isn't...

In on the joke, and so traumatized by
these videos, why did he voluntarily

up as hardcore parkour at fan events?

Objection. This photo wasn't disclosed
in Discovery.

I request an adjournment to review the
evidence.

It's a photo. What's to review?

Overruled. It's not just a photo. It's
hundreds of photos.

Mr. Metzger has made appearances at 11
fan conventions to date.

Objection prejudicial.

Ryder's participation in these events is
not incongruent with his pain and

suffering. My client is a victim of
circumstance looking for agency.

Sustained. Except he didn't just get
agency.

He got paid.

On average, 10K a pop for these photo
ops.

So did my client ruin her son's life?

Or set him up for life?

With all due respect, you can't have it
both ways.

I was totally blindsided.

I'm not surprised Ryder's doing fan
conventions for money.

He probably can't get a real job because
of the videos.

I have friends who can't get hired
because there are photos of them online

puking at a party.

Harry hired Abby after. Her puking
video?

Kind of a low blow, Uncle Daniel.

Still doesn't explain why you didn't get
fired after the talking pug video went

viral, though.

You're both nepo babies.

Mystery soft.

She's right.

I read the Times article. I know what
that means.

I'm in court for the rest of the day,
Soph. I'll bus home. See you for dinner.

Have your friends really lost out on
jobs because of stupid stuff they posted

online? My friend Justin couldn't get an
interview at Pizza's end because the

manager found a video of him mooning a
tour bus from three years ago.

He was 14 when he did it, but it didn't
matter.

There is an abundance of evidence that
my client and Roy Isham were in a

marriage -like relationship.

We have photos, testimonies from
friends, an affidavit from Roy's

stating that Christian attended all
medical appointments and was a tireless

advocate in sickness and in health.

Till death do us part.

Christian and Roy honor the vows of
marriage.

Your Honor, my client was a devoted
spouse.

We ask that the distribution of Roy
Isham's estate reflect that.

Cancel rest.

Your Honor, I'd like to call Christian
Keller to the stand.

Mr. Keller.

When did you find out Mr. Isham had lung
cancer?

He was diagnosed two weeks after our
first date.

May I ask why you chose to pursue a
relationship with a dying man?

We thought we could beat it.

But honestly, I was in love.

I'd take whatever time I could get with
Roy.

Mr. Keller, who's Chad?

I don't know.

How about Rick?

Objection. Relevant?

Overruled. Please answer the question.

Early on, Roy became too ill for sex,

and he encouraged me to seek intimacy
outside of the

relationship. I did end up having maybe
three or four one -off encounters

with Roy's blessing.

And where did these rendezvous happen?

At my place.

Was Roy there?

No. No, I never gave notice on my
apartment when I moved in with Roy. I

dates there.

Wow. So, they had separate residences.

Objection! For all intents and purposes,
they were cohabiting. They didn't have

sexual relations.

They didn't enter the union with the
intention of longevity.

This wasn't a marriage -like
relationship. This was one man preying

man for a long game payout.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

All right, that is enough for today.

Court is adjourned until Thursday, 10 a
.m.

Colin's a bully, and most of what came
out of his mouth was garbage legal

grandstanding. Never mind a gross
invasion of privacy.

This isn't over. It is over.

I can't do this.

I'm out. Just...

Drop the case.

This feels so wrong.

I never should have brought a Christian
into legal action. No, I'm not giving

up. I'm going to get him back on board.

Don't push it, Abby. He isn't ready.

We can revisit this later.

There's a time limit for making a will
variation claim. We're mid -trial. It's

now or never.

It has to come from him.

I didn't know it was possible to get
every single order right.

Jerry, with an I, even our names are
spelled correctly.

Not all heroes wear capes.

Caffeinated and ready to skin.

She just can't pass up an opportunity to
make me look bad, can she?

Let's channel that misguided indignation
into the task at hand.

Go get that raid.

Here's your coffee, Mr. Svensson.

You might notice that your name is
spelled right.

Remember when I got you this bobblehead?

Pretty cool, right?

I'm glad you're here. I need you on this
mom's solicitor case. I got an employer

who says he didn't hire Ryder because of
his internet infamy.

He's unable to attend court, but he's
willing to swear an affidavit.

Happy to serve.

I need it today.

Actually, I came in here because I
wanted to ask you about... You better

Guy's in Langley. It's at least an hour
each way, probably longer this time of

day.

You didn't even ask, did you?

Sometimes the reward for hard work is
more work.

No, Cecil.

It's more money.

The reward for hard work is more money.

So here's a breakdown of the quote.

Could have just emailed it.

Well, I just, you know, I wanted to walk
you through it.

Spend all my day in dusty spaces with
sweaty men.

Take any excuse I can to clear my nasal
passages and talk to... Not a sweaty

man.

I'll leave that with you.

You're getting other quotes, no doubt,
as you should.

No, this looks good. I want you.

I mean, I want to work with you.

I want to work with you, too.

Jerry, could you use two tickets to the
game tonight?

No, thank you.

They're good seats.

They're great seats.

Sure you don't want to take Joanne?

She's, um, unhappy with me.

Sure. I'll use the tickets.

Great.

Go pack up.

We're going together.

The fact that he wasn't there for me
when I needed him the most. Boys are

oblivious. I'm seriously questioning the
entire relationship. Don't say that,

JoJo.

Harry tried to be there for you. He just
sucks at it.

I haven't heard from your father.

Because you said you needed space.

I don't want to hear it. I've seen this
song and dance too many times.

So you're saying it's my fault that he
couldn't meet my emotional needs.

I'm saying you love the drama.

You break up to make up. You did it with
Gabby. You do it with Harry.

It's not the same.

No, it's not.

What if Harry has a brain aneurysm while
you're not speaking to him?

Oh, and I'm the dramatic one.

Your Honor, I'd like to submit into
evidence an affidavit from an employer

testifying that he decided not to hire
Ryder because he didn't want his

associated with the hardcore parkour
kid.

Objection. Relevance.

I'll allow it.

He has no choice but to accept work as
his online persona because no one takes

the real Ryder seriously.

Ms. Metzger has made a very comfortable
living for herself off of her son's

image. Meanwhile, Ryder suffers the
consequences, both personally and

professionally.

He continues to be stigmatized,
harassed, and abused.

Every young adult deserves a chance to
figure out who they are and find their

place in the world.

Ms. Metzger stole that from her son.

You ever thought about law school? We
could be colleagues one day.

Hard pass.

Just won my first personal injury, Kate.

Congratulations.

I'm happy my 17 -year -old daughter
could help you with your legal argument.

I'm not surprised. Sophia is a brilliant
thinker and a breath of fresh air

around here.

Christian.

I want to keep fighting.

What made you change your mind? Well, I
learned from one of Roy's co -workers

that Bonnie held a memorial last night.

I wasn't invited.

That's awful.

Apparently, she wants to take Roy's
ashes to Alberta to be interred in the

family plot.

Roy hated it there.

His final resting spot.

cannot be next to his homophobic family.
No. The ocean was his happy place.

He wanted his ashes scattered at sea.

Now, I know this is a long shot, but I
owe it to Roy to do everything in my

power to have his wishes honored.

Can you get me access to Roy's email
account?

Mrs. Blackwood, why did you and Roy stop
communicating?

I don't remember.

Really?

You don't remember when your brother
told you he was gay?

Objection. Aston answered.

I'll allow it.

My brother wasn't gay.

Maybe this will refresh your memory.

It's an email Roy sent to you a year and
a half ago.

I know what it is.

Oh, good. Can you read it out loud for
the court, please?

Do I have to?

Yes.

Hi, Bon.

I write to you with wonderful news.

I'm in love with a man.

His name is Christian. He's the
funniest, smartest, most tender human

met.

He also loves Jeopardy, but please don't
hold that against him.

I suspect this might be a lot to take
in, so I will leave it at that for now.

hope you can be happy.

For me, because I'm happy.

The happiest I've ever been, and I'm
dying.

So that says a lot.

Your baby brother, Roy.

I ask the court to recognize Christian's
relationship with Mr. Isham, vary the

will, and return his partner's ashes to
him.

You can go back to your seat.

My condolences for the loss of your
partner, Mr. Keller.

Mr. Isham was very lucky to have you by
his side during his illness.

You clearly cared for each other deeply.

That being said, the relationship does
not meet the legal test for marriage

-like.

Your claim to vary the will and last
testament of Roy Isham is dismissed.

However, I order Mrs. Blackwood to
permit Mr. Keller access to the house so

he may collect his personal belongings.

And the ashes?

Mrs. Blackwood is the executor of the
estate. They are her property.

Sorry, Doc.

I don't think it's fair that our
paralegal makes so much less than the

at Peterson.

Our paralegal doesn't just do internet
research and witness affidavits, spelt

wrong. He also scoops dog poop, goes on
dangerous undercover missions, gives

great presents like bobbleheads, and
loves the people at this firm like his

family.

Seriously.

How do you know I wrote that?

You? Me?

Memphis dry rub.

Sounds painful.

Oh, the barbecue place on Denman.

I got the raise.

I'm taking you out for dinner.

Can

we

get some packing tape to close these
boxes?

Roy and I kept the tape in the
everything drawer in the kitchen.

Been here long enough. Some of these
books are mine.

It'll take as long as it takes, Mrs.
Blackwood.

Where'd that lawyer woman go?

What are you doing in here?

This belongs to Christian.

I feel sad for you, Bonnie.

Never got to know the real Roy.

You missed out.

Hey, Dad.

How you doing?

Fine. I know you went to a funeral.

Was there something you needed?

I just wanted to let you know things
went smoothly while you were gone.

In fact, I implemented a suggestion box,
which led to some meaningful

conversations with the staff. I managed
to retain at least one disaffected

employee.

Speaking of employee retention, I have a
staffing update for you.

You can't leave.

You're the only person that has my back.

You don't need my protection.

You're a partner now.

And you don't need to prove to anyone
that your name belongs on that door.

I can't imagine this place without you.

Don't you dare.

I'm not ready for goodbyes.

I'm here a while yet.

I hope you don't mind me just showing
up.

Of course not.

I wanted to speak to you.

Privately.

Do you want to sit down?

I'd rather stand.

I've been thinking a lot about our
relationship the last couple of days.

And I finally had some clarity.

We're both very stubborn.

We find it hard to move forward, Harry.

And I realized... You realized this will
never work and we should cut our

losses.

No.

I realized that life is too short to let
petty fights distract us from our

deeper feelings.

Harry Svensson, will you marry me?

That is a woman's ring.

Yeah.

I picked it out and paid for it myself
as a gift to you.

Yes.

I would love nothing more than to marry
you.