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Previously on Family Law.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Dad's never going to see me as a real partner. Forget how Harry sees you.

40 under 40.

I'm in.

Yes! Fuck it, Dad.

We're having dinner at Jardin. Pit Duffy for a first date.

Where do you suggest?

Butter.

New. Locally sourced. Chef got buzz.

Hey, 40 under 40.

I hear you have some issues with my menu. Your favorite restaurant in town

your own.

Elise. Sorry you two have to think now. In your professional opinion, what do

you think the chances are that they'll get back together?

Statistically speaking, it's unlikely.

Everything was easy with Felicity and everything with her is hard.

But I don't want to be anybody's hard, Frank.

It's over.

I wanted you to know I've hired a lawyer.

Cordelia Bernstein. You hired the flamethrower.

Oh, let me guess. You changed into a phone booth?

You told me you had a road bike. This is a bike, which I ride on the road. And

you're 15 minutes late.

It's hard to feel full to buy a man in spandex.

And I'm late because I squatted this on the newsstand.

Top 40, under 40 edition. Check out the cover boy.

No way.

My photo's a thumbnail at the back with a teensy paragraph. Why don't you get a

three -page interview?

Okay, enough narcissists. I thought we were here to ride.

There's no way you'll be able to keep up with me on that thing. Dionne Warwick's

faster than...

Go.

I mean, I knew Maggie would move on one day, but Elise?

Elise is like pablum, bland and boring.

Who could she possibly see in her?

Lucy, you know I think you're the bee's knees, right?

But lately, you're a bit boring.

Harsh? Look, the best thing you can do for yourself is get back in the saddle.

Hit the club.

If you want, I could be your wing woman.

Lesbians love me.

Wow, that's a lovely and disturbing offer, but no.

You're locked.

Because I'm going to get you back out there, come hell or high water.

Hi, Pickle. Hi, Mom.

Remember, I'm taking you and your sister to JoJo's after school.

I know. Mom week.

Pack more than one pair of underwear this time.

I will.

Morning.

Nico's haircut looks nice.

I see you convinced him to finally get new shoes.

Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?

I can't believe you retained Cordelia Bernstein. You left me no choice. You

weren't budging on anything.

She is an engine of litigation.

We know exactly where this is going to go. Was I supposed to just let you roll

over me? Thanks to you, we're going to be spending money hand over fist.

Thanks to me? Say goodbye to the kids' college funds. Oh my God, since when did

you become such a drama queen? Since when did you become such a bitch?

Can't prove it, uh -oh.

You got nothing legit, uh -oh.

The glove don't fit, uh -oh.

You got to equip, uh -oh.

The charges won't stick, cause I ain't no sucker. Ain't your lollipop, but

you can kiss my sweet, uh -huh. Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never

stop, never gonna stop. Can't prove it, uh -oh.

You have a portrait in your attic because you look younger every time I

Pedro, you flatter me.

And I can say the same about you.

Thank you for meeting me. Of course.

A lot has changed since I last saw you. I met the man of my dreams four years

ago. Who's the lucky fellow?

His name was...

Arthur Jenkins, he passed unexpectedly last month.

Very sorry to hear that.

He left me half of his estate.

And this is where I come in.

His daughter Esme is contesting the will. She doesn't want me to have a

On what grounds?

Arthur and I met when his wife Linda was still alive.

She had Parkinson's.

He nursed her through her long illness until her death three years ago.

And by that point, you've been seeing each other for a year.

We moved in together a month after Linda passed, but Arthur had been mourning

her for years.

Esme couldn't accept it, or us. When did Arthur update his will to include you?

A few months before he died.

Was he of sound mind? Oh, very.

Sharp as a tack.

The death was sudden.

How did he... Heart attack.

Doing what he loved best.

Me.

You left early this morning. Not your chauffeur. Not what I meant.

I think Joanne might be getting tired of extra bodies under her roof.

Your body, Lucy.

Yours. Wow, aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning.

Frank and I had a nasty fight.

And the kids heard everything.

It was like the Twilight Zone.

I could have been Joanne.

Frank could have been Harry.

I still bear the scars from their screaming matches, and yet there I was,

repeating their mistakes.

Abby, don't be too hard on yourself.

Every parent has moments they're not proud of.

I have so many, I could write a trilogy.

Phones are your first priority.

I never put a call through to anyone without letting them know who's on the

other end.

We've got a surprising number of calls from irate experts.

Understood. Winston.

This is Dr. Svensson. She's the psychologist I mentioned.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Svensson. Lucy is fine, and welcome.

This is Abigail Bianchi, our junior associate.

I'm Daniel Svensson's partner.

Nice to meet you both.

Check it out.

Hmm?

Wow, Danny.

That's so cool.

You look like you're holding in a heart.

Expecting a certain amount of professional jealousy.

Why? Because you're on the cover of a magazine that gathers dust at my

office? Cut it out, you two.

Harry, look.

Well done, Denny. This is fabulous PR for the firm.

Daniel Svensson is the first to admit that it could look like nepotism, having

his father, Catholic family lawyer Harry Svensson, make him partner at the young

age of 34.

Quote, but make no mistake, I have big plans.

I have a vision for transforming the firm.

Yada, yada, yada.

It's easy to get stuck in old school thinking.

My first goal is to bring us into the 21st century. Take the firm in a

direction. I believe in consensual dispute resolution.

A more collaborative, progressive philosophy.

My father brought me on board as part of his legacy plan.

Are you retiring soon, Mr. Svensson?

Wow, that was remarkably ballsy in a passive -aggressive kind of way.

We have a backlog of closed cases that need to be reviewed.

That's your half.

I bring this firm biggest cases had ever, and this is how Mr. Future of

Law rewards me? It's not personal. It has to be done if we're going paperless.

I gave Cecil a bunch of boxes, too.

So now you're comparing me to Cecil?

No offense, Cecil. None taken.

Look, I know it's an ugly job between you and me. Dad should have never let

backlog get this bad.

I need Abigail on an estate case. A client who's helped me out a few times

the past.

Why do you need Abby?

It's family law for dead people.

She should learn the ins and outs.

I have to take this.

Why bother teaching her estate law? She'll be gone in a few months.

We'll see.

Hi. What's up? Frank retained a lawyer.

They've asked for a meeting today after work.

Fine. Good.

My office.

5 .30.

I'll be there.

Excuse me, Chip. This is my associate, Abigail Bianchi. Oh, Harry's infamous

offspring. Your reputation precedes you. Thanks. I've never heard of you.

Let's cut to the chase. There's no indication that Arthur Jenkins wasn't of

sound mind and body when he amended his will. We beg to differ.

It's our belief that Arthur was manipulated and changing it months

died. That's simply not true. Arthur Jenkins was never the same person after

met this woman.

This woman has a name, Chip. You got your hooks into my dad when he was at

most vulnerable.

Arthur's initial meetings with Phaedra may have been transactional, but they

blossomed into a deeply committed, lasting relationship.

Arthur's marriage to Linda lasted 50 years, while his relationship with this

woman... Phaedra.

...lasted four.

And for one of those years, my mother was still alive.

She would roll over in her grave if she knew a thing was going to someone like

you. Meaning a successful businesswoman who's...

Company has been in the black for the past ten years. Meaning a hooker who

a brothel. It is not a brothel.

It is an escort agency.

You could have given me a heads up, Harry.

I don't see how it's relevant.

They met through an escort agency. It's illegal for one.

No, it isn't. Phaedra's clients pay for the company of a smart, attractive woman

or man. What happens beyond that is between two consenting adults.

Oh, God. Is this how Phaedra helped you out in the past? I hired one or two of

her employees over the years to help loosen the purse strings of the odd,

ex. So, entrapment. I merely laid out the bait.

They chose to nibble.

Cecile, please get Abigail a copy of the Wills of State and Succession Act.

Will do, sir.

Bone up on it before we go to court.

Harry, I beg you, put me on something else. I'm tired of married men who can't

keep it in their pants. Present company means definitely not accepted, and the

women who have no problem sleeping with them.

You want out because of feelings.

You don't need me. You just did this to piss off Daniel. I know how Chip

operates. He'll paint Phaedra as a conniving opportunist. I need a strong

presence on my team. So you're going to try to manipulate this into a win for

feminism because some guy sought out a sex worker while his wife lay dying?

Don't be such a prude. It's the oldest profession in the world. And in case

you've forgotten, you're still on probation.

I decide what cases you're assigned, and this is one of them.

Read between the lines.

Very mature.

Yeah, to me it sounds romantic.

Like Julia Roberts in Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.

I just love that movie.

It's a piece of sexist garbage.

It's another man -made wank fest.

Hooker with a heart of gold, bathed by rich white dudes. Who's also a

condescending dick.

Run, Cecil.

Run.

The person I feel sorry for is the daughter.

It's always hard to find out your parents are flawed and messy, no matter

old you are.

We got that out of the way early. Harry didn't have time to climb up on a

pedestal, let alone get toppled from one.

I was lucky.

I got a better version of him.

He was faithful to my mom.

How long were they married?

Eight years.

It's possible that's true.

Well, it's possible those flat earthers are on to something.

Did you buy the whole print run?

What are you going to do? Paper your walls with them?

She's full of it, right?

She's full of it.

Knocked on.

Thought I'd bring you fortifications.

Inside out cookies. My favorite.

Thanks, Winston.

What are you doing?

I gotta go through all these old case files and separate out what we keep when

we get sent back to the client.

Times a thousand.

Not that I have anywhere near your expertise, but if you take me through a

couple, maybe I can help.

Pull up a chair.

Frank?

Louisa?

Cordelia. I hope you're keeping well.

First order of business.

We'd like to apply to the course to vary the temporary parenting order.

My client is amendable to that. Glad to hear it.

With some caveats.

We would like a written update of Miss Bianchi's counseling, a report on her

mental health, and an update on the status of the Law Society's oversight of

probation and a production of the Soberlink reports from the date of

to the present.

Here. You can see the results in real time. They're the same as they've always

been, which you already know. This is nothing but a small tactic.

I intend to bring Mr. Bianchi's mistress in on discovery.

She was never my mistress.

We only have your word for it.

I'd like to ask her under oath if she was ever in the family home when the

children were there.

Review your text exchanges, which I understand your 14 -year -old daughter

seen. You know, for a while, affairs are irrelevant.

Exactly.

All of this is irrelevant.

But if you bury us in useless paperwork, I'll bury you right back.

I

wouldn't

do that if I were you. Give him another day to cool off.

I didn't say anything in that article that I haven't said to Dad's face. You

implied he was old, out of touch, and irrelevant.

That quote was taken out of context. What was the context?

I just answered the interviewer's questions honestly. Am I supposed to

myself just so Dad's feelings don't get hurt?

If you don't know the answer to that, Daniel, shame on you.

How did band practice go?

Fine. Sophia, how did your math test go?

Fine.

One thing I bet you didn't know is that there is a speed plug that self

-decapitates. I read about it in the New York Times.

That's old news, JoJo.

May I be excused? Me too.

Yes. Take your plate.

Run and be free.

Can I get an advance on my allowance?

What for?

Thaddeus is having a few people over tomorrow night. I need cat fare.

Nice try, but no on all fronts. But why?

Well, first of all, I've never heard of this Thaddeus. And second, you're not

going to a party on a school night. It's not a party. No, end of discussion.

Sophia might be staying in tomorrow night, but you're not. Why do I feel

immediately nervous? Because you're going to dinner with my friend's son, a

mechanical engineer.

Divorced last year?

No kids.

A blind date?

It's not happening, Mother. What's the harm in having dinner?

Oh, good. Then you go out with him, then. Oh, no.

Lucy's got plans.

Lesbian bee dating?

Mm -hmm.

I'm tired of you guys moping around my house all the time. I want a night alone

with my grandkids.

Is that too much to ask?

Hmm?

What would you say to those who judge how you and Arthur initially met?

He chose to pay for an escort service because he loved his wife. He didn't

it to be anything more than a business transaction.

Can you tell us when that changed?

Quickly. We just clicked.

We talked a lot.

We both were francophiles. We both loved travel, tennis.

We didn't mean to fall in love.

When did you move in together?

Three years ago. We traveled a lot, but then Arthur fell out.

During that time, where was Arthur's daughter, Esme Jenkins?

Nowhere to be found.

Why's that?

Once he found out about our relationship, she cut off all contact.

She couldn't reconcile that her father had found a second chance at love.

Well, you were spending every moment with Arthur. Esme Jenkins had no contact

with her father.

for the last three years of his life.

That's right.

Thank you, Ms. Jacquard.

Counsel rests.

You may cross -examine, counsel.

Thank you, Your Honor.

When did you first meet Esme Jenkins?

I'm not sure I could pinpoint that. Allow me to refresh your memory. You met

Linda Jenkins' funeral.

Arthur brought his prostitute to the funeral. Objection. The counsel is using

deliberately inflammatory language.

Sustained. Apologies, Your Honor.

Arthur brought his sex worker to the funeral of his wife. Objection! He

his partner.

Sustained. Cut it out, counsel.

I'd like to introduce into evidence a list of expenses.

Arthur may have stopped paying for sex, but it never stopped being a

transaction. That's not true.

He took you on a trip to Paris at the cost of $10 ,000.

Objection. A lot of couples go to Paris.

Sustained. He bought the condo that you moved into. He also paid for the

renovations you did at said condo to the tune of $200 ,000.

Objection. Irrelevant.

Always relevant, Your Honor.

The pair of them are going through Arthur's money like there is no

I came into the relationship with my own money. That is true.

And is it also true that you kept making money? I passed off daily business

operations to one of my employees, but I still owned the company. And you kept a

number of your clients?

Jameson, this is her livelihood.

Would you tell a chef he could only cook for his wife?

I'll allow it.

Arthur knew I saw a select number of clients.

He was fine with that.

And yet we only have your word for it.

Your Honor, Mr. Card is nothing more than a gold digger whose dugger claws

any number of men.

Objection. Inflammatory language.

Who knows how many wills have been amended to Mr. Card's benefit?

Speculative fiction.

Don't make me report you to the Law Society, Mr.

Quamby. Apologies, Your Honor.

Counselor Ra.

The words that man used.

And to employ on some kind of a black widow.

Take heart. It's far from over.

We'll regroup back at the office.

I thought it would be good having a woman on my team.

But I can feel your judgment coming off you in waves.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

I thought in your line of work you were going to see things in black and white.

Let me guess. You thought I'd see them in 50 shades of gray.

Very bad as a misogynistic prick with a snap for an A.

I have days when I just want to pack it in, let Esme have it all.

But it's about principle.

Arthur would be furious to know that Esme's contesting the will because he

didn't want her to have a penny.

How long have you been working here, Jerry?

More than 20 years now.

What did you do before that?

Worked for an oil firm in sales.

Did you like that too?

I did until I didn't.

It's a long story, but it all worked out for the best.

Cecil, how about you?

Why'd you become a paralegal?

My family and I watched all the Law & Order franchises.

All heinous crime has been committed.

But being a cop seemed too dangerous and I didn't have the grades for law

school. So it became the next best thing.

How about you?

You always wanted to be an office assistant?

I see this as a stepping stone.

I got my BA last year, so I thought maybe I should get some more... Wait,

old are you?

19. I went to UBC when I was 16.

This is a member.

This is my version of a gap year. I figure I'd save money for grad school,

some fun online courses.

Like how to draw anime?

Like the foundational principles of leadership from Harvard.

How does that look?

You're quick -steady.

Better watch your back, Cecil. Excuse me.

Scotch before five means someone's in the mood. We took a beating at court.

From Chip Crombie, no less.

Oh, ouch.

I do have moments, you know, where I wonder if I've still got what it takes.

Now you're being maudlin. Am I?

Yeah. Maybe Daniel isn't wrong. Maybe I'm just an old workhorse who should be

put out to pasture.

Mr. Sensen?

Georgia Gardner from Meridian News called while you were out.

She'd like to interview you on Friday for a feature piece they're doing on

polyamory and the law.

Call Georgia back and tell her yes.

Okay, Sophia, you can choose a movie, nothing more than PG -13, and you can

choose dinner.

Five guys.

I'd settle for one guy.

It's a JoJo joke.

Where's Mom going anyway?

Uh, a business meeting.

All right, offspring, I'm headed out.

Be good to your grandmother.

You are not wearing that.

Yes, I am. No, you're not.

Go. No.

She's going on a date.

No, she's not.

What are you doing?

Trying to make a semblance of dinner. I've got to hunker down here until late.

Work?

Joanne. She bought me tickets to some speed dating thing tonight. I said I'd

but the thought of it makes my skin crawl.

Roller bars do not a dinner make.

I have a better idea.

But my favorite one to fly is the Night Vapor RTF.

Carbon fiber, reinforced airframe.

She flies like a dream.

Does it make you nervous?

I mean, you have to manage wind conditions to avoid collisions.

Yikes.

How often do collisions happen?

More often than they should.

A lot of inexperience and operator error.

So do you fly out of one of the smaller airports?

No.

I just go to the park.

These are our seaplanes.

Remote control.

I build them from kits.

Can we see the dessert menu?

Carl,

you

seem like a nice guy.

Didn't feel the butt coming.

But I was nowhere near ready for this.

I can't shake what Abby said.

She was just stirring the pot.

Not again.

Maybe.

But here's the thing. I have this vivid memory of when I was six.

I kept agitating for all of us to sleep in a tent in the backyard.

My mom finally agreed, but she said it would just be the two of us because Dad

was working late again.

I heard him pull in the driveway around three in the morning.

And she started crying.

She was trying to be quiet so that I wouldn't hear her, but... You could just

ask him.

But you'd have to be prepared for the answer.

OMG!

Is that business in Vancouver's cover boy?

And you must be Clara?

You? No.

This is my sister, Lucy.

Who's Clara?

A new woman he's been chatting with?

Lucy, this is Martina.

She of the farting animal video?

I sincerely hope that is the headline to my obituary.

Hello,

my favorite son.

Hello, my favorite daughter.

I'm home.

Where is everybody?

Hi, where are you? You're supposed to be watching the kids.

I was.

They wanted nothing to do with me.

The moment we were done dinner, Nico went to his room to read and Sophia went

hers to text with her friends. So I joined a friend for a drink. Why?

Sophia's not here.

What do you mean?

Exactly what I said. She's not here.

You don't think she went to that party, do you? That boy, Thelonious?

Hi, you've reached Sophia.

You know what to do.

Sophia, where are you?

Call me back. Now.

Hi, you've reached Sophia.

You know what to do.

Sophia, pick up your phone.

This is Sophia's mom.

Hi. Does she happen to be with you?

Sophia, please answer.

I just need to know you're okay.

Frank, it's me.

Have you by any chance heard of a boy named Thaddeus?

Who knew a farting animal video could help a person through a bad breakup?

Farting animals cure all woes.

My boyfriend travels a lot.

Farting hippos are getting me through.

You're texting with Clara?

So? So?

Invite her for a drink and put your phone away, Rudy Pants. I would not

you two on my worst enemy.

Hey, come on.

Cut it out.

Right. I'm not sure I like you two together.

Anything?

Caitlin's dad thinks there's a Thaddeus in 12th grade.

12th grade?

How did she manage to sneak out?

Abby?

Still there?

Abby?

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is going on? What'd you do to my daughter?

I didn't do anything. I will kill you, you worthless turd. I will neuter you.

Bianchi, stop.

She fell into a blackberry bush. That's all. We just wanted to get her home.

Hey, I want to know.

Who gave my daughter so much alcohol she can barely stand up?

She showed up drunk.

I said she pre -drank a bunch of stuff from her grandma's liquor cabinet.

That's it. I'm on my way.

I'm really sorry, Miss Bianchi.

Okay.

I, one, dated a woman.

who tried to cut off one of my curls while I slept.

In case you ever dump me, and I need to catch this fella.

That's not good.

I dated this guy a while back.

Everyone said we looked alike. Turns out it's because we were second cousins.

Ew.

I once dated a mortician who asked if I wouldn't mind taking a really cold bath

before we had sex.

Okay, you win.

Yeah. Cover boy.

I went there to a woman who wanted to poop on me.

I said no.

Why

were

our children home alone?

Joanne was supposed to be here. And where were you?

You can go on about not seeing enough of them. Okay, I know you're mad at me,

but can you just... Please back off.

Seeing her is like the worst kind of deja vu.

Abby, she's okay.

Drunk, but okay.

What if she's inherited my penchant for alcohol?

What if I've set her up for a lifetime of problems?

I'm to blame for her behavior, too.

Ever since she found my texts, she actively disobeys me.

Calls me Frank instead of dad.

We were at safe harbor.

We've taken that away.

We need to do better.

I'll come back in the morning, okay?

So we can talk to Sophia together.

I found outside.

What's going on?

What's going on is Sophia got wasted on Jojo's booth and went to a party because

the person who was supposed to be looking after her went AWOL.

Sound familiar?

Abby, I couldn't have known.

Of course not.

Because you were never there.

When I was 13, there was this older guy

who hung around outside our high school, like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and

Confused, only sleazier.

My mom was out a lot with my latest uncle.

So when Matt invited me to a party,

I stole a bottle of her vodka and headed over.

There was no party.

Matt.

We got wasted.

I only have flashes of what happened next.

At some point, I blacked out, and, uh...

When I woke up, Matt was gone.

Took my virginity and the rest of the vodka.

I'm so sorry, Abby.

I'm fine.

But if anything like that ever happened to Sophia,

I'd never forgive myself.

eight already hello

call off the hounds i've got nico what are you talking about nico's here i

assure you he's with me doorman touched me about half an hour ago said nico

walked through the night from deep go

didn't

even notice i was gone

Your son was missing all night long.

He could have been killed. Picked up by a lunatic, hit by a car.

I got Sophia into the shower.

Nico.

I went on a stupid date and didn't even care I was gone.

You're a bitch.

Don't call your mother that. Don't call any woman that.

We'll talk about this later. Go pack your things.

What? No, I have them for five more nights. No, you don't. Nico, go.

I hate you two.

You're both garbage parents.

I'm not letting my children spend another minute here. Your children?

You don't get a say in this. You are a lousy mother and you're a lousy

grandmother. Frank, you need to pull yourself together.

And you get to say less than nothing.

You just took them away.

And there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I'm on it. I'll be in touch as soon as I have news.

Harrison. Cordelia.

You okay?

A little better.

I stopped by Arthur's lawyer's office on my way here. Your instincts were right.

I know you were supposed to be lead chair today, but after the night you've

had... I want to give it a go.

Okay.

Am I right in thinking you were close to your dad, Ms. Jenkins?

Very.

I was an only child.

It's never easy discovering certain hard truths about our parents.

In a way, I envy you.

You're able to keep your father on a pedestal for decades, longer than most.

To find out your dad was visiting an escort agency a full year before your

mother died.

It was awful.

And then to bring Ms. Jacquard to your mom's funeral, that was an extreme.

Lack of judgment on both their parts.

I can only imagine the pain you must have gone through.

It was like I lost my mom and my dad within a month of each other.

Except you didn't lose your father, did you? Didn't he try to contact you?

Objection. Relevant.

I'll allow it.

Once or twice. I refer you to Mr. Jenkins' phone records.

He tried to call you dozens of times, but you refused to take those calls.

So you didn't know.

About the stroke.

Those renovations Mr.

Crombie mentioned.

These are itemized receipts showing clearly they happened after Arthur's

to accommodate his mobility issues.

Electronic stair lift.

Safety bars.

Widening entryways for wheelchair access.

Can you tell me what you're looking at, Ms. Jenkins?

It's my father's will. Yes and no.

It's a draft he made with his lawyer a month prior to his final version. Can

read the highlighted section on page two?

I leave all of my earthly possessions to Phaedra Jacquard.

I have intentionally failed to provide for my daughter, Esme Jenkins.

Your father was deeply hurt that you couldn't find a way to accept his new

chance at happiness.

Ms. Jacquard pleaded with him.

To reconsider, and he listened to her.

Without her intervention, you'd be getting nothing.

First box of old case files, complete.

Wow, that was fast.

You did all these on your own?

Uh -huh.

Good job, Cecil.

Picking up your game.

Nothing I learned in this courtroom leads me to believe that Arthur Jenkins

not of sound body and mind when he changed his last will and testament.

Miss Jenkins, I'm sorry that your own feelings of betrayal...

prevented you from having a relationship with your father in the last years of

his life.

That must weigh heavily on you.

But if you loved your father as you say you did, then you should find some

gratitude for Mr. Card for looking after all of his needs

in his twilight years.

I find in favor of the plaintiff.

This will is valid.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Like my brain is tickled.

You think this will absorb the alcohol?

Excellent plan.

You know, even though I'm paying for it today, I had so much fun.

Me too.

She's awesome.

Clara? Yeah, she is.

She seems nice, too, but I meant Martina.

You know what I like most about her?

What? You're way less uptight around her.

I'm not uptight.

Oh, come on. Who would do...

Has Abby ever mentioned her plans to you?

Like, what she's going to do once her probation's over?

No, why?

No reason.

Lucinda, you left a garbled message on my telephone last night. Something about

a childhood memory.

It's okay.

I'm good.

Okay.

About the article, I didn't mean... Yes, you did. It was a boneheaded move.

It made me look bad. It made my firm look bad.

Our firm? My firm.

I extended you the courtesy of inviting you along for the ride.

So that's what this partnership is, a courtesy?

At the moment, yes.

You're so busy trying to tell the world you're a good lawyer while your sister

is out there being a good lawyer. You should take a page from her book. So you

want me to vomit in court?

Be disciplined by the law society? Have random urine checks at work? From now

on, all media requests get vetted through me. And if you ever pull a

stunt like that again, you'll be welcome to start your own firm.

Georgia Gardner's here.

Georgia! Lovely to see you again. You too, Harry.

I've set my schedule for an hour. Where would you like to set up? Oh, goodness.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

We're here to interview Daniel.

Do I have your permission?

Of course.

Of course. Great, great idea.

My office.

Knock it out of the park, Jenny.

Well?

Frank won't agree to changing the parenting order.

What? He's saying some pretty crazy things.

That the children were left unsupervised.

That one of them came home blackout drunk and the other one was missing all

night.

It's a long story.

He wants a child custody and access evaluation.

For the next few months, a psychologist will be monitoring you, judging every

aspect of your parenting.

That sounds awful.

It is.

It's expensive, invasive.

So all this leads to? A finished report, which will recommend what sort of

parenting time you have, if any.