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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.

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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]