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Previously on Family Law. My name is Abigail and I'm a alcoholic.

No other lawyer in town would touch you, not even your own firm.

Daniel and Lucy Svensson, your brother and sister.

I don't want to have to blame my 40 -year -old boomerang kid on a first

Go. That'll be nice having you back home. Ish.

Home -ish.

Ever since you arrived, I hate coming to the office. Not at all thrilled to be

your co -counsel, but...

I guess it's a small price to pay for partnership.

I did what you asked. I made Daniel a partner.

Gay people want civil unions, fine. But don't force the rest of us to redefine

the legal definition of marriage to suit your agenda.

This is the same woman that said trans people were mentally ill attention

seekers. It was a great interview. Except for the part where you're dating

Crystal Steele.

She was... This morning. Who?

That time you kissed Lucy. Did you know she was married? It's over.

Yes, it is.

By the way, I'm pregnant.

Who's Felicity?

Frank! And you must be Felicity. Have a great night, you two.

She's... I have nowhere else to go.

I wanted to think better of Frank. I really did.

He's just like the rest of them, ruled by his joystick.

Utterly selfish.

The worst kind of betrayal.

If I ruled the world, I would go Old Testament. I'd round up all the

line them up against a wall, and stone them to death.

Who are you? And why are you in my pajamas?

Mom.

This is Lucy, Abby's sister, half -sister.

Oh, you're the one he had with his secretary.

And might I ask why you spent the night at my house?

I'm going to let Lucy fill you in.

Well, come on.

I'm dating a network TV personality.

Let me do a few shows first. You're going to knock it out on the park.

does outrage better than you.

This is the first time in my life I don't have to do my own makeup or

or editing. I have a team.

Let's celebrate your debut over dinner.

Chin chin. Perfect.

I'll come by your office.

Or we can just meet at my place.

You still don't want me around your family, huh?

It's complicated.

Well, at some point.

We're going to have to uncomplicate it because I'm not going anywhere.

You made a wave crash over me. Don't try me again.

Don't try me again.

Benson and Associates, how may I direct your call?

Morning, Daniel.

Craig.

Daniel Craig.

Svensson and Svensson.

When you answer the phones.

Right, of course.

Congratulations again.

Morning, Miss Bianchi. Morning, Nina.

Why is Craig?

I adopted him.

He's mine.

At least you'll have one sentient being who loves you just the way you are.

I'm going to need you to write up the publication of notice for the class

ASAP. Jerry, schedule a partners meeting.

Cecil, contact IT. We need to update the corporate logo.

And Nina, I'm going to need you to remove your personal items from your

Am I fired?

Of course not.

But you were the first one to contact when clients arrived.

We need to project a professional image.

No, he's not going to see the irony.

Boardroom in 10. New client.

Don't be late.

I'll calm down once he's marked his territory.

And I'm not talking about the dog.

My husband, Bert, died a year and a half ago.

Oh, we're sorry for your loss.

He left early one morning and never came home. The police found his car by the

Fraser River.

They found his crocs washed up on shore.

His wallet was still in the car.

The only thing they didn't recover was Bert.

Norma, I can't imagine what you're going through.

Do you need help with his estate?

No, nothing like that.

I watch a lot of cat videos.

I know, I know.

Don't we all?

A friend of mine sent me this one yesterday.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It's burnt.

I'm sure of it.

My dead husband is very much alive.

That was Bert's laugh.

And you see the birthmark?

I thought it looked like an octopus.

Bert thought it looked like a squid.

Norma, our hearts go out to you, but the chance is that it's him. Okay, just,

um...

Our 25th wedding anniversary.

You see?

Let's say for a minute that it is him.

If he's alive and well, why wouldn't he contact you?

Okay.

Bert and I, we had a good marriage. I worked at an insurance firm. Bert was

-employed, an inventor, always coming up with the next great idea.

His specialty was the all -in -one.

He invented this walking stick.

I mean, it had everything.

Barometer, thermometer, compass, metal detector, bear bell, shoehorn. It could

even pick up litter.

His ideas were terrific, but never quite right time, right place, you

know? Anyway, I'd saved up enough for us to do the whole Freedom 55 thing.

We were going to buy a used VW van, tour Canada from coast to coast.

But after he disappeared, creditors started calling. He drained all our

savings and left me with nothing but a mountain of debt.

I lost my job because of the stress, lost the house.

So now I live in a basement suite and work as a greeter at Bulk Bonanza.

Sorry, time for my blood pressure pills.

Another of Bert's inventions.

Medication reminder.

You know there's an app for that.

Norma, are you suggesting Bert may have faked his own death?

I don't know what to think.

That's why I was hoping you could help me find him.

Seriously, Daniel, that was the best you could do for her? Given the name of

three private investigators.

There's a very real possibility that her dirtbag husband faked his own death.

Even if he did, pseudocide isn't a crime in and of itself.

Now there's being a dirtbag husband.

Oh, hey, Frank.

How dare you come

here? The choice that I have. Must have called you a hundred times.

48. I tried to follow you last night, but Nico called. You know, he wanted to

picked up from his sleepover. Oh, did our son ruin your secret rendezvous with

Felicity? Abby, nothing was going to happen. She just wanted me to look at

PowerPoint presentation. Oh, yeah? What was it called? How to be a homewrecker

in five easy steps?

You're angry. I don't blame you. But we need to present a united front for the

kids. You're moving back into the house? You think that's still happening?

I can barely look at you without wanting to scratch out your eyeball. Abby,

they're expecting it.

I cannot do this to our children. I can't do this to our children. Okay,

bad choice of words. Bad choices all around, Frank.

How many times do I have to tell you? It was just one drink. You know what? Just

go. Seriously.

Go!

Morning, Frank. How are my grandkids?

Good. Fine.

Good.

If you want, I can stand against the wall, hand you a few stones.

No. God forbid I broke the window. That'd be a fortune to replace.

I don't know why I did it.

I'm not a psychologist, but it seems pretty obvious to me.

Like father, like daughter.

I wouldn't give Harry that much power.

You lost your mother at a tender age.

I'm sure it's hard to fully commit to anyone in case you lose them, too.

It's pretty good.

So you say you've ended it with the Asha?

Yes.

Do you want Maggie back?

I forgave your father the first time he cheated on me.

It was the fourth and fifth times I struggled.

You're a good person, Lucy.

You're a good person who did a bad thing.

He made me get rid of my stuff, too.

He can have a real live dog in the office, but I can't have my happy panda

stapler? Cecil.

Do you have a minute?

It was super simple. I just messaged him and said I wanted to chat about a

world's funniest cats compilation.

He got back to me right away.

Where is he, do you know?

Stuttgart, Germany.

Huh? Goes by the name Gunther.

Too bad you can't extradite someone for asshole, right?

Maybe I can get Norma some closure.

Hi. I'm excited you wanted to use my video.

As are we. Gunter, when did you shoot the video?

Last month, when I was on vacation in your beautiful province.

It was part of my Michael Bublé tour.

But where did you take the video?

Shot on a pot farm?

65 clicks from Vancouver.

If he's here, he's hiding in plain sight.

Before we approach, maybe we should come up with a game plan. It's hard to know

how we're going to react.

Norma?

Norma!

Bert?

Bert? Bert!

You're alive!

I can't believe you're alive!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You left me in so much trouble!

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Ezra, what's going on?

Not a clue, Leanne. I've never seen this woman before in my life.

What are you talking about, Bert? I'm your wife. Hey, first off, my name's

Warner. Cut the crap, Bert. You faked your own death a year ago and left your

wife with a pile of debt. This is crazy.

You've got the wrong person.

When did you two meet? About a year ago.

He answered my ad for Armhand. Let me guess. He asked to be paid in cash.

Has he ever shown you a piece of ID?

Opened a bank account?

You gotta believe me, Llama.

I don't know these people. Llama, that's what you called me.

I had a funeral for you.

I mourned for you. Get off our property, now, or I'm calling the police. Better

call a lawyer, too, pal, because you owe my client a shit ton of money.

Oh, no, no, no. Please, allow me.

I'm a partner now, and you deliberately breached my authority.

I found Norma's dirtbag husband, thereby bringing us a new client, so you're

welcome.

First choice driver's license, courtesy of Norma. Dig up whatever you can on him

or on Laughing Grass Farms or on his alias, Ezra Warner.

You got it.

I'm afraid there's been a change of plans.

I won't be moving into the basement suite.

We've jointly decided that it's for the best.

We just need a bit more time. You think we're stupid?

This is just code for mom screwed up again.

What fresh horror will we find on YouTube this time? Sophia, enough.

Don't be so hard on your mother.

He threw you under the bus. He just can't stand being the villain in all

He made this mess. He needs to take ownership. To be fair, it's a tricky

situation.

I'm sorry, did I ask for your opinion? I'm just saying, it must be upsetting

him, too.

Do you infidels have some sort of club?

Is there a loyalty program, or does that defeat the purpose?

Abigail.

Miss Frank didn't cheat on me when I was pregnant. I didn't cheat on Maggie once

she was pregnant.

How much longer will you be imposing on our hospitality?

Abigail Jane Calliope.

Your sister had a momentary lapse of judgment. A momentary... It went on for

months.

You know what? I've lost my appetite.

Morning, everyone.

Good morning, Mr. Junior Svensson.

I see they spelled your name right.

Are you responsible for this?

My client, who for the sake of ease we will refer to as Bert Choi.

Duh, it's because it's his name.

Has lost all memories of his past.

You're pleading amnesia? Actually, the psychiatric term is dissociative fugue.

It's common for people in the midst of a few to disappear and start new lives. I

have a much simpler diagnosis for you. It's called lying cheating.

Spin this any way you want, Mr. Kroll. It doesn't change the fact that... That

we are going to force your client to pay his wife back every last cent of the

debt he incurred. Forgive my junior colleague for her shaky grasp on the

of family law.

We're going to get him to pay back half as a family debt. I'm well aware of the

basics, but if this man had a shred of decency... It's not about decency, Allie

McBeal. He'll never pay back what you allege he owes.

Allege?

This isn't Pizzagate. These are well -documented debts in his name.

But my client has nothing to give.

I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused.

But I'm just a farmhand.

Oh! And Mr. Choi would like to start formal divorce proceedings.

We'll be sending over the notice of plan this afternoon.

Norma, I would like to apologize... For the fact that you got her exactly

nothing? For my colleague's utter lack of professionalism.

I

liked

it better when he was dead.

Ezra Warner invented the first can opener in 1858.

Bert Choi had taken out a lot of patents over the years.

Laughing Graph is a small organic grow -off. It's a few years old, owned by

Leanne Porter.

And the company recently registered a patent.

Something called the Port -A -Pothead.

Check this out.

It's an all -in -one for pot smokers.

There's a place to hold your weed and a place for rolling paper. Even a built

-in grinder.

And here's your pipe.

Ezra invented it.

It's an all -in -one proposal. You guys come up with another cheesy invention.

They've resold 100 ,000 units of that cheesy invention to the two biggest

cannabis retail stores in the country.

Hello, welcome to Bulk Bonanza.

Hello, welcome to Bulk Bonanza.

Hello. Oh, hi.

What's going on?

What if I told you Bert's about to make a lot of money off of one of his

inventions?

You'd say my last shreds of optimism have vanished into the wind.

In a previous life, I was a personal injury lawyer.

A really good one.

So here's what I want us to do. We sue Bert's dad for intentional infliction of

emotional harm, and we make that lying mother fudger pay back every last cent

owes you, and then some.

You gonna get me one of those?

Take them all, wretch pant.

No. No way. It's a risk for the firm. We get nothing unless we win. Says the man

whose middle names are Pro and Bono. Even if you do win, this is hardly on

scale of the class action. It'll barely cover our costs.

Just give this one to me, will ya?

I brought you that class action. Why is this so important to you?

Norma loved Bert.

She believed in him, supported him, trusted him, and now he's faking amnesia

pretend his life with her never happened. He needs to be held

Fine, but you answer to Daniel.

Can we set up a meeting with opposing counsel in case we can avoid taking this

to court?

Thank you for buying a pair of longer shorts. Don't thank me.

Thank Crystal.

She seemed more off than usual.

Yes.

The patent may be registered under laughing grass, but it's clearly Bert's

invention. Here's one for the all -in -one makeup applicator. Here's one for

all -in -one kitchen utensil. Oh, it's definitely his, but you'll never prove

intentional harm.

The tort of intentional infliction of harm has four elements.

One. The defendant must act intentionally.

Two, the defendant's conduct must be extreme and outrageous. And three, the

conduct must be the cause of four, severe emotional distress.

Burt's actions the day he vanished check all the boxes. Except you can't prove

he was trying to fake his own death.

Maybe Burt planned on returning home to his wife that day. Maybe he slipped on

the riverbank and fell in.

None of us knows for sure. Burt knows.

Ah, but he doesn't.

You're not seriously suggesting you believe this dissociative fugue BS?

I am, and I do.

And cases like this have to meet a very high threshold, so I'll see you in

court.

Yannick. Seriously?

Just because I didn't move to your firm?

Ye of massive ego.

I had to take this, you know that, partnership.

It's my chance to take the firm in new directions. Dude, it's Harry Svensson.

You think he's going to relinquish even a modicum of control?

Science does it all.

We need to get a professional opinion.

Bolster our case.

Ruth, would you do an assessment?

Results go to both parties.

Hell yes.

We studied dissociative fuses at Stanford. I haven't had first -hand

I think it still won't, because Bert is lying.

Apparently, they're often caused by significant trauma or stress.

My uncle once got busted in a brothel, and he swore he didn't remember how he

got there.

There's a famous story from the 50s. A guy named Lawrence Bader disappeared on

fishing trip. He was declared dead.

Then eight years later, he resurfaced in Nebraska.

But now he was Fritz Johnson and had no recollection of his previous life.

Proving only that lying douchebag men are like cockroaches, rampant throughout

history.

A team of psychiatrists studied him. They concluded that he was telling the

truth. Then they were duped. Maybe.

It's hard to distinguish between a fugue and the lingering.

Faking it. Well, this guy's definitely faking it. Oh, good. You're all here.

I'd like to invite you to a family dinner tomorrow night. You too, Jerry.

To celebrate Daniel's partnership.

Do you think he also meant me?

No.

Thank you, Pam.

Would anyone else like to share?

I think Abby should.

That's not how it works, Pam.

You've been coming here for months now and you haven't said a word.

You just sit there looking down your nose at the rest of us.

She has a point.

Fine.

Believe.

Oh, where to start?

Why don't we all start by stating you're an alcoholic?

I'm not a schmalkoholic. Okay.

My name is Abby, and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Abby.

When I first started coming here, I was in deep denial.

But I've been working hard at getting better.

Because I want my family back more than anything.

And I thought it was what my husband wanted, too, until I caught him in a

elevator.

with another woman.

He says nothing was going to happen, but come on.

And since that happened, I want to drink all the time.

I just keep thinking, I did all this work.

What's that?

The pictures we made to decorate the basement.

I'm going to give them to Mom so that she can hang them at JoJo's. God, Nico.

Don't you get it? She screwed up everything.

Again. She's a totally crap mother - Stop it!

You didn't see her face when she saw those texts on Dad's old phone.

Lucy still asleep?

Thank goodness for small mercies. Oh, now, now.

Whoa, what is this?

This is a list of the top five divorce lawyers in town, excluding your father.

can help you set up short consults. That way Frank can't use any of them. No one

is talking about divorce.

That's irrelevant.

It's strategic. It's also not happening.

Sweetheart, a leopard seldom changes his spots.

You have to hope for the best.

And prepare for the worst.

We're done here.

Why don't you tell me the parts of your life you do remember?

I had a great childhood.

I was an only child, doted on.

I was always building stuff.

Rocket ships, forts, go -karts.

I remember my parents dying within a year of each other when I was in my

20s. Sorry to hear that.

After that, it was like this great big fog patch, and I'm just walking through

the fog till one day I come out the other side, older, fatter, working on a

farm for Leanne.

Dissociative fugues are often brought on by trauma or stress.

Can you recall anything along those lines?

I get these awful headaches sometimes, and the odd panic attack where I feel

like I can't breathe.

Bert, do you have any recollections of the day you disappeared?

No.

I think you're telling the truth. Thanks.

Seriously? I'm sorry. I know that's not what you wanted to hear.

No.

But you said yourself it's impossible to know for sure.

Yeah.

Maybe you could emphasize that in your assessment.

You want me to lie in my report?

I didn't use that word. Did you realize you just asked me to do something that's

brazenly unethical?

And that's low, even for you.

I guess I figured it wouldn't be a stretch, given your complete lack of

in other areas of your life.

Hello, Harry.

Long time no see.

Abby. Abigail, my office, please.

Okay, uh, either I've entered a parallel universe or hell has actually frozen

over. Joanne told me about Frank.

I had no choice. You're living in a bubble of denial.

We are not getting divorced.

You need to act like you're getting divorced.

Forearmed is forearmed.

That's not the expression.

Your mother's right.

The longer you're out of the family home, the less likely it is you'll get

keep it if you divorce. And what's more important, the longer Frank has custody,

the harder it's going to be to get your parenting time changed.

Frank has been very successful in making you out to be the bad guy, but he is

just as culpable. He says he wasn't going to sleep with her. Of course he

going to sleep with her. The pertinent question is, is that a deal breaker for

you? You know what? You two are literally the last people I would ever

marriage advice.

And this whole thing is giving me the creeps, so...

Well, while I'm here, I should probably fill you in on

your other daughter.

Jerry?

Joanne.

I know it's a cliche, but you really haven't changed a bit. You have.

And you look stunning.

I was sad Harry got you in a divorce.

Harry, has Harry budged on sitting for a partner meeting?

You must be Daniel.

That's right.

How's your mother doing?

She's good.

Been working in Guatemala the last year.

She always was a do -gooder.

Sorry. How do you know my mom?

We used to be best friends.

Until she slept with my husband.

It is my opinion that Mr. Choi is suffering from a dissociative fugue. And

what do you base this opinion?

I had an in -depth session with him. He has no memory of the day of his

disappearance.

Your Honor, in a case like this, it must be shown that the defendant desires to

produce the kind of harm the plaintiff has suffered, or at least that he knew

that the harm would follow. Now, if Mr. Choi has no memory of the day in

question, we can never know what he was thinking.

Thank you for making it so easy.

Counsel, do you have any further questions for this witness?

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Svensson. Dr.

Svensson. Sorry, doctor.

Svensson. You've been practicing for how long? Two years? Three.

Are you a specialist in amnesia?

No, but I... Have you ever had a patient with a dissociative fugue? No. It's a

rare diagnosis.

So your expertise comes from... We studied it at Stanford.

Huh. So...

Everything you know about Fuse comes from a textbook.

Objection badgering the witness.

Ms. Bianchi, you need to put a proper question to this witness.

Apologies, Your Honor.

How difficult is it, even for experts and by your own admission, you do not

into that category, to discern between legitimate amnesia and malingering?

It can be challenging, but it's very... So there's a good chance that Burt Choi

could be, in layman's terms, lying through his teeth.

and that he remembers faking his own death.

Objection. Improper question.

Knowing he'd be leaving his wife behind, grieving and destitute.

Sustained. Miss Bianchi, I know you know better.

No further questions.

You ambushed me. You're a hostile witness. I treated you as such. You

to do the assessment. I was just doing my job, and you made me look

Oh, wham. Poor baby. I was just doing my job. Daniel, say something.

Lucy's right. That was vicious.

but also very effective.

See you guys on my celebration dinner.

You were good in there. Thanks. Like Mike Tyson when he bit off Evander

Holyfield's ear.

It's just that I can't help but wonder if the doctor lady is right.

Maybe he really doesn't remember.

Bert and I took an acting class for fun one summer.

Bert was so awful, the teacher begged him to drop out.

When you've been married to someone for that long, when you've trusted them for

that long, you know what I want even more than the money?

The truth.

Thank you, Darren.

Lucy, Lucy.

Hey.

I heard about you and Maggie.

Did Abby tell you? No, Joanne. Why didn't you come to me? You could have

at my place. Dad, you have a one -bedroom penthouse.

And that woman that you're dating is... Welcome.

Come in, come in, everyone.

But sit down. There are no restrictions on the menu items. Daddy's paying.

And that doesn't happen all the time. All right.

Isn't this nice?

All five of us having dinner together.

Didn't Jerry come with you? Jerry had to cancel. Then who's the fifth?

Hello, everyone.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, fantastic.

Well, cheers, everyone.

Cheers to Daniel.

Lucy, how's life treating you?

Fine.

I read that Keegan and Sarah are coming to town. Will you and Maggie be going?

Because they're gay and we're gay.

Of course not.

Feel free.

Oh, sorry.

Must be tough for you being around people who drink.

Certain people, yes.

I'm so happy that I can hold my liquor.

If I couldn't drink my bubbles, I'd kill myself.

Oh, Danny.

Daniel. Daniel.

You know, I tried to tell your dad that you were ready for partnership, but do

you think he'd listen to me?

Good thing Abby tipped the scales in your favor.

Where'd everybody go?

That woman is...

I'm vile.

She is loathsome.

She'll dinner with a setup. Yep.

Did Dad only make me partner because you talked him into it?

I gave him a nudge.

That's all.

Listen, can I ask you about something?

When Norma's medication alarm went off in court today, did you notice that Bert

had an almost Pavlovian response?

No. I was too busy staring at Lucy's entrails spilled all over the floor.

Sometimes certain objects or sounds can trigger memories in a patient with

amnesia. Or in this case, one of his inventions.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking if he's really in a fugue state.

Seriously? Now you believe me.

Maybe there's a way we can get more of the money and the truth.

Mr. Sensen, my patience is wearing thin.

Apologies, Your Honor.

Elevators were slow this morning.

We'd like to call for Choi to defend.

Mr. Choi, your defense is that you can't have intentionally inflicted harm if

you can't remember the day you disappeared, correct?

Yes. And yet... You were already inflicting intentional harm years before

disappeared, were you not?

Objection. He doesn't remember.

It doesn't matter whether or not he remembers because we have proof.

I'd like to introduce into evidence the Choi's financial statements. Mr. Choi

was intentionally leading Norma Zerning's drive for years without her

I refer you to item one in the file.

This is the bedtime hug pillow.

Remember this invention, Mr. Choi? No. I told you I don't have any memories.

Roma, can you tell us how much he took out of your savings to build this

prototype? $4 ,000.

The InfoShine.

Your infant cleans while he crawls. How much?

$7 ,000.

A full body umbrella.

Also $7 ,000.

And here we have the...

All in one walking stick.

$30 ,000.

What is that noise? And can we please turn it off?

The metamind.

It's another of Burt's inventions.

He sunk 50 grand into those, but it did get him onto dragon stance. Kevin O

'Leary told me I was an idiot.

I hid the worst of our financial troubles from Norma for years.

Intercepted the calls and letters from the collection agencies. I just kept

thinking my next invention would be the one.

And then it came to me.

Air -conditioned shoes.

Because who doesn't get overheated feet?

So, I took out a second mortgage.

I forged Norma's signature, sunk a bunch of money at the...

And the first time I tried on a pair, I was sure I had a hit.

Till it started to rain and the motor short -circuited.

I brought us to financial ruin.

So I decided to end it all.

I slipped into the river to drown myself, but I felt it that too.

Can you ever forgive me?

Yes, Bert.

I remember how supportive you were.

I loved you. I... I love you.

But I thought I loved Leanne. I... I'm so confused.

It's okay, Bird.

I can end your confusion.

Because I would never take you back.

My mother used to tell me a tiger can't change its stripes.

I'd always be wondering if you were going to break my trust again.

I deserve better, Bert.

I deserve better.

Mr. Choi, while I believe you did have some form of amnesia, that does not

negate the fact that what you did to this woman over years is unconscionable.

She supported you through all of your failed inventions and deserves to reap

benefits of the port a pothead.

I find in favor of the plaintiff, Norma Choi.

Counsel, please book a half day so I can set the damages award.

Will you tell me if we can unpack this one of our drinks? Hey, if you're

I'm there.

Congratulations. You'll be getting a nice payout.

Enough to buy a used canary yellow VW van.

Thank you.

Aw.

Oh, one more thing.

I'll use my phone from now on.

I'm gonna have a quick shower.

Take it up for dinner?

Enjoy it. Okay.

from my dad.

Stay away from my family.

Hi. Hi.

How are you feeling?

Emotionally, like shit.

Physically, fine.

Maggie, what I did, it's not who I am.

Okay? I'm a better person than that.

Do you really believe that?

When we first met, you were dating someone else.

I told myself you could change.

Who was I kidding?

deeply damaged human being, incapable of honesty, fidelity, love.

You're not a good person, Lucy.

You're rotten to the core.

Nina?

Did you hear back from the signage company?

Apparently someone here told the guy that the job was done.

I thought I said no candy. You did.

And I overruled you.

I deserve a partner's meeting.

It's on the books for Tuesday.

Thanks.

You dodged a bullet last night.

Figured.

Sophia, I don't want to live with dad anymore.

Sophia, get the hell out of me.

She took off. I wasn't answering her phone.

Neither were you.

Tell me again you weren't going to sleep with her, Frank.

I can't do that.

Thank you.

Like that you'd burn down paradise Within the blink of a random eye

Makes me wonder what's left See I cannot

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