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Previously on Family Law.

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

I think you could lose Nelson from your team, no one would miss it.

Then there's an obvious cut on your side as well.

Can't believe I have to shill chocolate covered

almonds, even though my son is almost certainly

not going on this trip.

How can you rob your son of this

experience after hearing about "Barthelona"?

[ABBY CHUCKLES]

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 murder 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 & 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.

[LAUGHS] 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 & 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,

but you don't need to leave a vandalized

t-shirt on display like a severed horse head.

First of all, I didn't take one of

your propaganda shirts.

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

You don't make peace with anything.

Oh, coffee spoon.

This 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 Roy passed.

I barely move.

The thought of a shower feels impossible.

Losing a partner is a devastating experience.

Like survivor reactions or fight, flight, or freeze.

You're frozen right now.

I'm useless.

Christian, you spent the last two years caring

for Roy through a brutal battle with cancer.

Your world has changed.

Go easy on yourself.

Rituals are helpful in the healing process.

Have you spread Roy's ashes yet?

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

She locked me out of the house.

How is that even possible?

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

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, there's something you can do.

You need to meet my sister.

- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe - -- for www.addic7ed.com --

So let me get this straight.

Roy's sister never came to visit him once

while he was sick and then flew in

from Alberta two days after he died and

told you to get out of the house?

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

Didn't even have time to pack my things.

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

Roy and I made a pact to stay positive.

We never gave up on him getting better.

Talking about his will would have felt like

we were giving up hope.

Well, from what you've told me, I believe

you're entitled to a share of 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.

Oh! We need to scan the paper files in

these boxes and get them organized on our server.

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

No, no, no.

At Svensson and Svensson, we scan using this.

Got it.

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

It's one button.

These machines jam up.

I might as well 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.

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.

Crab-apple this time, please.

Uh, 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 for my severance package?

I have.

Those are confident numbers.

- I know my worth. - As do I.

I'm not going to negotiate with you.

Terms accepted.

Does Daniel know I'm leaving?

Not yet.

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

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

So am I.

I'm gonna see how Sophia's getting on.

Hello, darling.

I-I'll be right there.

Afternoon. What brings you in today, Ryder?

I want to, uh, sue my mom.

On 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 parkour! [YELLING]

I'm out

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 now?

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... I had 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 sue your mom now?

I thought the stigma would fade as I

got older and people would forget.

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

Where is the Hardcore Parkour kid now?

I just want to be Ryder Metzger.

My mom made that impossible.

You probably have a case for intentional affliction

of emotional distress and unjust enrichment.

I'm so glad my kids grew up without the world wide web.

I will never put my child's image online.

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

My parents had no problem putting my bare

bum all over the internet for the pedos to find.

It was a different time.

We didn't know the consequences back then.

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

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

Sorry, Uncle Daniel.

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

I've got a meeting. How'd it go with Christian?

- Do you think he has a case? - I do.

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

Thanks.

She was sipping a martini on the stern

of her boat when boom, aneurysm.

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

I can't believe my best friend is gone.

- Gabby Lipton was your best friend? - [SOBS IN AGREEMENT]

Oh dear.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

- Sorry, your best friend died, Jojo. - Oh! Thank you, sweetheart.

I'm just upset that Gabby and I were

in the middle of a silly spat.

Good morning.

Oh, Harry, you can't wear navy to a funeral.

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

Oh! 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 spouse, is entitled... - Spouse?

No, he's making this up to get my brother's money.

How could you say that?

As far as my client is concerned, there

was no romantic relationship between Christian and Roy.

How could there be?

My brother wasn't gay.

Is it possible Bonnie really didn't know her brother was gay?

No, Roy came out to her a year and a half ago.

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

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

I imagine her lawyer warned her that any

whiff of homophobia would be a bad look

in court, so he's grasping at straws with

this 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 at a court.

Or, better yet, Bonnie sees irrefutable evidence with

her own two eyes and comes around herself.

Yeah.

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

Gay blinders.

My mom believed Bowen was my roommate even

after she saw we lived in a one-bedroom.

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

Miss Bianchi, I emailed you a list of

five-star contractors, and Granville Master Builders has

the best reviews by far.

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

No, of course not.

I'm just being proactive.

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.

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 Runglow.

Bought the sneakers.

Thank you for the sneakers.

Ms. Mesger, 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 a dime.

Hope we can settle.

[BOTH SCOFF]

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?

Well, they didn't wear wedding bands.

They kept separate bank accounts.

And 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, hearse, gospel choir serenade,

and that funeral portrait.

Well, that was overly airbrushed.

[SIGHS] 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.

[CHUCKLES I think you're idealizing the dead.

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

Wise isn't the first descriptor that comes to mind.

[SCOFFS]

Those are my favorite activities.

- Are you saying that I'm stupid, too? - Of course not.

I-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.

- "Barthelona"? - 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?

- [CHUCKLES] Obviously. - Then yes.

Did you hear about the kids Louvre adventure?

Yeah, Eloise told me that Madame Gale told

them to go do some independent learning because

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

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

My son's art history takeaway was boobs.

- So is this going to be a money pit? - Uh 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 dry the place out.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Roy and I grew up in small conservative towns.

There is a reason we both ended up in Vancouver.

I guess I have gotten used to acceptance as being the norm.

That's a testament to the great job you

and Roy did finding community.

Seeing the disgust in Bonnie's eyes just brought

me right back to the shame I felt as a boy.

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

Then don't.

Cross your eyes so she's blurry.

Tune her voice out so she's just noise.

Like Charlie Brown's teacher.

[IMITATES GIBBERISH]

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.

Jerri, 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 Miss Mesker 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.

Miss Mesker 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. Mesker has made appearances at 11 fan conventions to date.

Objection prejudicial.

Ryder's participation in these events is not in congruent

with his pain and suffering.

My client is a victim of circumstance looking for agency.

Sustained.

Except he didn't just get agency.

He got paid.

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

So did my client ruin her son's life or set him up for life?

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

I was totally blindsided.

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

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

I have friends who can't get hired because

there are photos of them online puking at a party.

- Harry hired Abby after. - Her puking video?

Kind of a low blow, Uncle Daniel.

Still doesn't explain why you didn't get fired

after the talking pug video went viral, though.

- You're both Nepo babies, Mr. Soft. - She's right.

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

I'm in court for the rest of the day, Soph.

- I'll bus home. - See you for dinner.

Have your friends really lost out on jobs

because of stupid stuff they posted online?

My friend Justin couldn't get an interview at

Pizza 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 honored 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.

Um, [CLEARS THROAT] 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 preying 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.

Colin's a bully.

And most of what came out of his

mouth was garbage legal grandstanding.

Never mind a gross invasion of privacy.

- This isn't over. - It is over.

I can't do this. I'm out. Just... drop the case.

This feels so wrong.

I never should have prodded 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's a time limit for making a will variation claim.

- We're mid-trial. It's now or never. - It has to come from him.

I didn't know it was possible to get

every single order right.

Jerri, with an I, even our names are

spelled correctly.

Not all heroes wear capes.

Caffeinated and ready to skin.

She just can't pass up an opportunity to

make me look bad, can she?

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

Go get that raise.

Here's your coffee, Mr. Svensson.

You might notice that your name is spelled right.

Remember when I got you this bobble-head?

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 have just emailed it.

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

Spend all my day in dusty spaces with sweaty men.

Take any excuse I can to clear my nasal passages and talk to...

not a sweaty man.

I'll leave that with you.

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

No, this looks good. I want you.

I mean, I want to work with you.

I want to work with you too.

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

- No, thank you. - They're good seats.

They're great seats.

Sure you don't want to take Joanne?

She's uh, unhappy with me.

Sure, I'll use the tickets.

Great.

Go pack up.

We're going together.

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

Boys are oblivious.

I'm seriously questioning the entire relationship.

Don't say that, Jojo.

Harry tried to be there for you.

- He just sucks at it. - I haven't heard from your father.

Because you said you needed space.

I don't want to hear it.

I've seen this song and dance too many times.

So you're saying it's my fault that he

couldn't meet my emotional needs.

I'm saying you love the drama.

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

- You do it with Harry. - It's not the same.

No, it's not.

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

Oh, and I'm the dramatic one. [SCOFFS]

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. Mesger 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, abused.

Every young adult deserves a chance to figure

out who they are and find their place in the world.

Ms. Mesger 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.

I'm 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, bury the will, and return

his partner's ashes to him.

You can go back to your seat.

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

Mr. Isham was very lucky to have you

by his side during his illness.

You clearly cared for each other deeply.

That being said, the relationship does not meet

the legal test for marriage-like.

Your claim to bury 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.

Cecil!

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 affidavits, spelled wrong, he also scoops dog

poop, goes on dangerous undercover missions, gives great

presents like bobble-heads, and loves the people at this

firm like his own family... [SCOFFS]

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.

Some of these books are mine.

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

Where'd that lawyer woman go?

What are you doing in here?

This belongs to Christian.

I feel sad for you, Bonnie.

Never got to know the real Roy.

You missed out.

Thank you.

Hey, Dad.

How you doing?

- Fine. - I know you went to a funeral.

Was there something you needed?

I just wanted to let you know things

went smoothly while you were gone.

In fact, I implemented a suggestion box, which

led to some meaningful conversations with the staff.

I managed to retain at least one disaffected employee.

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

You can't leave.

You're the only person that has my back.

You don't need my protection.

You're a partner now.

And you don't need to prove to anyone

that your name belongs on that door.

I can't imagine this place without you.

Don't you dare.

I'm not ready for goodbyes.

I'm here a while yet.

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?

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.

I realized that life's too short to let

petty fights distract us from our deeper feelings.

Harry Svensson, 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.

[LAUGHS]