All language subtitles for Family Law s02e01

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