All language subtitles for Family Law -04x07 - 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 him.

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 Barcelona?

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.

Abigail, this merger
is going ahead.

What line of work did
you say you were in?

Family law.

Oh.

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 for my first day.

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

The stakes couldn't be lower.

You fit right in at Svensson
and Svensson, Sophia.

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

If you don't know 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 to Svensson and Svensson.

Thanks.

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.

I mean, no 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.

Oh, coffee spool.

Retreat was meant to
bring people together.

Why is everyone so upset?

It was lip service.

People don't feel heard.

I hear people all day long.

I've been in a fog
since right past.

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 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 executive of Roy's
estate and this old beneficiary.

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, there's
something you can do.

You need to meet my sister.

Let me give 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?

Well, 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 Roy's 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.

Ah, 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 Svensson and Svensson..

We scan using this.

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, can
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.

Now we've got the boss's
granddaughter 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 short.

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.

Cran apple this time, please.

Thank you for showing
Sophia the ropes.

Oh, it's helpful to have
her here this week.

We need an extra 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
from my severance package?

I have.

Those are confident numbers.

I know my worth.

As do I.

I'm not going to negotiate
with 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
this has played out.

So am I.

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

Hello, darling.

I'll be right there.

Afternoon.

What brings you in today, Ryder?

I want to sue my mom.

And what grounds?

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's a mom-fluencer.

This is me, age 10.

Hardcore!

Hardcore!

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 this thing 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.

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 bear bum

all over the Internet
for the peados 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?

There, there.

There, there.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Sorry, your best
friend died, JoJo.

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 gonna 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's
spouse, is entitled spouse.

No.

He's making the self 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.

I'm not gay, I'm not
gay, I'm not gay, I'm not

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
wiff of homophobia would be a bad look in

court, so he's grasping at
straws with a scam angle.

I need you to gather
evidence that proves you and

Roy were in a marriage-like
relationship, okay?

Photos, texts, tax filings,
testimonials, can you do that?

Yeah, this 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.

Ms. 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.

May I have everyone's attention?

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

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 concerns.

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
faces when I arrive at work.

Putting that in, your
feedback is important to

us, and your suggestions
will be taken seriously.

Thank you.

Don't even think
about it, Abigail.

He's practically handing
this to me on a silver platter.

There is 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?

It 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 damage.

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 the
world 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 cast
my first ad revenue check?

We went straight to run glow.

Bought the sneakers.

Thank you for the sneakers.

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

You were keenly aware
of how image -conscious

your son was, yet
you promoted his 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 it dime.

Hope we can settle.

You don't have a case.

But we would accept a
withdrawal of your claim.

That's not gonna happen.

I prepared everything
Christian sent over for discovery.

And?

Christian and Roy were
clearly in a relationship.

What was the
relationship marriage like?

They didn't wear wedding bands.

They kept separate
bank accounts.

Christian was still paying
rent on his old apartment.

But they looked super
happy in the photo zone.

Gabby always did throw
the most lavish parties.

Her funeral was no exception.

Certainly wasn't
Rolls-Royce, Hearst, Gospel

Choir, Serenade, and
that funeral portrait.

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 that.

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 for 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 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 kid's lube adventure?

Yeah, Eloise told me that Madame Gail 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 have
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 drive 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.

Turn 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 sweaty 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.

Jimmy, 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 is 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.

Ryder disoriented after surgery.

Ryder writhing on the
ground with the stomach ache

after Ms. Messker dared him
to eat an entire fudge cake.

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

Your honor, my client has been
traumatized by these humiliating videos Ms.

Messker made and
shared without his consent.

Ryder was never in on the joke.

He was the joke.

Counsel rests.

Your honor, if the plaintiff isn't in on
the joke and so traumatized by these

videos, why did he voluntarily dress
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. Messker has made appearances
at 11 fan conventions to date.

Objection.

Prejudicial.

Ryder's participation
in these events is not

incongruent with this
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 solved.

She's right.

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

I'm in court for the rest of
the day so... 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 Zen 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 oncologist 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.

Counsel rests.

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, relevance.

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.

With Roy there?

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

I met my 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 praying on a
dying 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.

Well Collins is 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 meant giving up.

I'm gonna get him back on board.

Don't push it, Abby.

He isn't ready.

We can revisit this later.

There is 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 eye.

Even our names
are spelled correctly.

Not all heroes wear capes.

Caffeinated in ready 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 raise.

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
momfluencer 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... Better hustle.

Guys 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've just emailed it.

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

Spent 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, well, 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.

You 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 makeup.

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 business 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. Mezgar 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. Mezgar 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 case.

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.

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.

Asked and 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 I've ever 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.

I 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 from 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 that he may
collect his personal belongings.

And the ashes?

Mrs. Blackwood is the
executor of the estate.

They are her property.

Summer's off.

I don't think it's fair
that our paralegal makes

so much less than the
paralegal at Peterson.

Our paralegal doesn't just do Internet
research and witness affidavit 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 own family.

Seriously.

How do you know I wrote that?

You, me, Memphis dry rub.

Sounds painful.

No, the barbecue
place on Denman.

I got the raise.

I'm taking you out for dinner.

Yes!

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.

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.

Thanks for watching.

I'll see you next.

Time.

Hey, Dad.

How are 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.

Joanne.

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?

Uh, 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 realize this will
never work and we should cut our losses.

No.

No.

I realized that life's
too short to let petty

fights distract us from
our deeper feelings.

Harry's Fenson,
will you marry me?

That is a woman's ring.

Yes.

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

Yes.

I would love nothing
more than to marry you.