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Previously, on Family Law...

Maybe it's time to adjust the parenting agreement.

That would be great.

Dad raised me on his own when Mom died.

How old were you when she passed away?

Eight.

Apologies for interrupting the party.

I was very impressed with your law firm,

so I've hired Harry to represent me in my divorce.

Seriously?

I should never have proposed.

We can't get married.

I want to offer you an eat-what-you-kill deal.

You get to keep 50%

of everything you bring into the firm.

I'll think about it.

I'm glad we could get together, the four of us.

Your mom and I have some news.

- You're getting a divorce? - No.

[Nico] You're coming home?

Not yet, Peanut.

[Frank] We're gonna do week on, week off.

You'll spend one with me, one with Mom.

[Nico] Oh.

That sucks. Well, it does!

Now we're going to be going back and forth all the time.

I got a zero on my French homework

because you left it at Jo-Jo's on Sunday.

I left it?

Now stuff like that's gonna happen even more.

Actually, mathematically speaking,

it'll happen less

just 'cause you'll be in one place longer.

And how am I supposed to see Justin

if I'm trapped way over there?

I seem to remember he found his way to Jo-Jo's

- quite easily. - Abby.

You'll still get to see your friends.

And what about volleyball?

I'll have to get up at, like, 5:00

for practices.

[groans]

I have fencing on Tuesdays.

And Thursdays are my trivia club.

We need to work out logistics, but--

[Sofia] You know, I'm so sick of this.

Just 'cause you ruined your life does not mean

you get to screw up ours.

[sighs]

One thing I bet you didn't know

is that soy can delay puberty in girls.

Guess it's too late.

[Yannick] "Eat what you kill"?

Seriously, dude?

More money, fewer headaches.

Please. It's a consolation prize.

I thought you wanted your name on the letterhead?

We're gonna revisit partnership down the line.

When?

"Eat what you kill"

is what senior partners offer guys

who aren't good enough to be invited to the dinner table.

That's not what this is.

You know, I've been meaning to ask...

...mind if I swipe right?

Mind if I piss in your water bottle?

[bottle clangs]

Too soon?

Lucy-Goosey.

How're you doing?

You'd think it'd get easier.

I know. I miss her, too. Every day.

This week, leading up, I...

It takes the wind out of you, doesn't it?

I had Jerri clear my Friday morning.

I'll get the flowers.

[Jerri] I will see all three of you tonight.

5:30.

I'll be there.

Harry's ego doesn't need any more inflating.

Abigail.

He's not even gonna notice--

Fine.

Yeah, I'm not going.

[Jerri] You are.

If not for Harry, for me.

I'll come for his speech, but I'm not staying for drinks.

Uh, Mister-- Daniel?

Ms. Creedy and Mrs. Vanderhausen are here.

Put them in the boardroom, please.

I'm hoping we can keep them out of court.

Of course you are.

Why would you want to make any real money?

Good morning.

Trish Creedy,

Kim Vanderhausen, this is my junior associate,

Abigail Bianchi.

Daniel tells me

your mother is suing you for parental support.

She's not getting a dime.

She made her bed, she can lie in it.

Our mother was physically and psychologically abusive.

Oh, she still is. She's cold--

...Manipulative, vindictive.

Mean. She's just mean.

See this?

She did that.

Threw a toy at her when she was two years old,

'cause she wouldn't stop crying.

[Trish] Now she thinks somehow we owe her,

after everything she's put us through.

What about your father?

He died before I was born.

- Maybe if he'd been around-- - No, nothing would've changed.

She's a monster.

[Nina] Knock-knock?

Carole Creedy is here with her lawyer.

[warmly] Hello, Trish.

You look well.

Kim.

How are my grandkids?

["Uh-oh" by Jeremy Fisher begins]

[♪]

♪ You can't prove it

♪ Uh-oh

♪ You got nothing legit

♪ Uh-oh

♪ The glove don't fit

♪ Uh-oh

♪ You gotta acquit

♪ 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 gonna stop

♪ You can't prove it

♪ Uh-oh

My, uh, client, uh, needs h-help with the, uh...

-[clicking his pen] -...uh...

-[click-click] -...um...

she doesn't have enough to cover her basic, uh...

[snaps] "Necessities of life."

Right!

Then maybe she moves to a cheaper city.

My life is here, close to family and friends.

What family and friends?

You've alienated everyone.

I know we'd all like to find a reasonable solution.

I'm not asking for much.

Just a small helping hand.

Tell them, Clark.

Where was that helping hand when we were kids?

You never showed us any affection.

You bullied us, undermined us.

Right, Kim?

You had a good, but strict, upbringing.

I kept a roof over your head, shoes on your feet.

You treated us like indentured servants!

One Christmas, we both asked for Barbies.

Oh, here we go.

Why do you always have to bring up that Christmas?

She bought one Barbie.

Whoever did more chores that day could keep it.

And after we'd spent the day cleaning,

she ripped the doll's head off, threw it in the fireplace,

because we were both "spoiled little brats".

I was at my wit's end.

There were bills piling up.

I was working three jobs.

I always did the best I could for you girls.

[Trish] That was your best?

Have you explained to your client

that the law regarding parental support

was repealed,

and that her only recourse is by making a claim in equity?

[stammering] Uh, w-well--

And if she takes this to court, she will lose,

because "he who comes to equity, must come with clean hands."

Right, yeah, the, uh, "clean hands," um...

It's also highly unlikely you'll win

because you already receive

a government pension and Old Age Security.

Is that true, Clark?

I think it would be, uh, better if we could...

come up with a compromise here today?

You want our money?

Take us to court.

I expected this from you, Trish,

but not from my sweet Kimmy.

I can't afford to go to court.

You heard them. She won't win.

Here.

This might cheer you up.

Been holding on to it for you.

Sorry we haven't had a chance to see each other

since I got back.

Is this the bag you bought last year?

[Trish] Yeah, you said you loved it.

I treated myself to a new one in Milan.

[forced] Wow. Thanks.

Thanks for trying.

Abby will be in touch with you to prep you for court.

[♪]

That lawyer of hers, Clark...

I don't think his testicles have dropped.

What judge is gonna hear that Barbie story

and make them pay?

Carole should be paying them for lifelong therapy.

Yeah, the Barbie thing wasn't flattering,

but come on.

She was raising two kids on her own,

juggling three jobs--

she must've been exhausted.

You don't know,

you don't have kids.

And if I did,

I wouldn't expect them to support me,

especially if I ruined their childhoods.

Did you take my yogurt again?

No.

I-I'm just saying, she probably did

the best she could with the tools she had.

Every parent has ugly moments.

Yeah.

Yours was on YouTube.

Daniel.

To be fair,

you didn't exactly have the best role model.

Well, still had my mom.

Exactly.

We heard the stories--

Joanne teaching you to mix a mean Manhattan

when you were seven.

I heard the stories

of your mother having sex with my mother's husband.

And your mother having sex with his mother's husband.

Oh, my God!

You both have the emotional intelligence of a tick.

There's only two things we need to prove.

One, Carole's hands are not clean.

Two, Trish and Kim can't afford

to support themselves and their mother.

Jerri, I need you to look over my speech.

Oh, hey!

Just the man I wanted to see.

It's Nina's birthday on Friday and I want to surprise her.

Surely, there must be someone else who can help you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. This is perfect.

I mean, my little girl's turning 22--

[chuckles in astonishment]

...who better to make her feel special

than the Big Boss Man himself?

Jerri is usually the person who--

Yeah, and Nina's gonna be back from the washroom any second.

Let's talk in your office. Come on.

Yeah.

- I have a client. - Aw, sure, sure.

This'll just take a second.

I made a banner. Can you believe that?

I'll bring it Thursday night when I bring you the balloons.

I just need a place to keep them.

Maybe you could decorate her desk...

Essentially, we need to show the judge

your mother was a total nightmare,

and then we need to establish

you can't afford to make any support payments.

That won't be a problem.

Reggie and I barely keep our heads above water as it is.

With three kids and a car payment, rent...

it's a struggle every month.

What about your mother?

When did things start to go south between you?

I started dating Reggie right after high school.

My mother called him "the Shih Tzu".

-'Cause of the business? - No.

She thought he looked like a Shih Tzu.

She said he was the best I was gonna get

'cause I let my figure go.

I tried to ignore all the hurtful stuff,

'cause, you know, she's still my kids' grandmother.

What was the final straw?

She told my youngest that she better be smart,

'cause she's fat, like her mom...

but without the pretty face.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on up. Come on.

[Abigail] So no dependents?

[Trish] Just me.

Trish, you've got a $90,000 car in your driveway.

It's gonna be hard to argue

you can't afford to support your mother.

Just because I've worked hard and been smart with my money

doesn't mean she's entitled to any of it.

Oh, I-I'm not saying she is.

I'm saying

leave the Prada bag at home

when we go in front of the judge.

We'll focus on proving

she doesn't deserve your support.

Okay.

In third grade,

when Jamie Bonner slammed my head into a metal pole,

she said it must've been my fault

because I was "too mouthy".

When I was 11,

she dragged me

out of my friend's slumber party by my ear,

because I hadn't given her my babysitting money.

Oh, I've got plenty of proof.

How much time do you have?

[Chancellor] We are always

looking for new ways to cultivate opportunities

for the best and brightest

incoming students, regardless of--

- Where is Abigail? -...their financial situation.

[footsteps echoing]

[Chancellor] Harry Svensson shares this vision.

He's served on the board of our alumni committee,

hired articling students from our law school,

and continued to champion the expansion of--

[hushed] You were right.

-...our uniquely progressive-- - Carole's truly awful.

But...

the gap between Kim and Trish's incomes

is a chasm.

- Please join me in-- - Doesn't matter.

We just need to establish Carole's not--

- Quiet! - Shh!

[Chancellor] ...Mr. Harry Svensson.

[all applauding]

Thank you. Thank you, Chancellor,

for that very, very kind introduction.

This fine institution

gave me the training I needed

to build the thriving law firm

I've helmed for over three decades.

I'm aware of this privilege.

For too long,

our profession has closed doors to women.

Today, I am delighted

to endow my alma mater with the funds

to offer an annual

Harry Svensson Entrance Scholarship

to a promising female law student.

[all applauding]

[chuckles] When...

when I was a student here,

I had heard about Wreck Beach

and all the natural wonders of the student body

on full display.

I want to tell you,

that left something to be desired.

My classmates were almost all men!

[whispering] He's going off-script.

[Harry] Now I look out and see

all these bright, accomplished women,

and it fills me with hope for the future and...

more than a little envy

that I'm not a student here today.

- Oh, Harry... - But let's talk about--

- Maybe no one will notice. -...hope for the future,

because that's really why I'm here.

- What-- - Thank you so much.

[Harry] I'm just gonna to finish up.

I just want to say, before I--

Hey. Stop it.

Stop it.

[Harry] You know, I...

I had--

Well, it was, you know, my old H Halcyon days.

I mean, I was--

[Joanne] "A scholarship for women

named after a misogynist.

Hashtag 'no irony there'."

Yeah.

"Boomer solution to high tuition costs--

look good naked for a creepy, old white guy."

'Kay, I know you're loving this,

but you don't have to read them all out loud.

I don't even think what he said is that bad,

but it sure is fun to look at the carnage.

[phone line ringing]

[Sofia] Hello?

Hey, Sofe. How are ya?

I can't talk. We're gonna be late.

Uh, okay, could you just put your dad on the--

-[she hangs up] -...phone?

[scoffs meekly]

She's just trying to get out the door for school.

Hi. You've reached Frank Bianchi.

Please leave a message.

-[beep] - Hey, Frank.

Did you get that email from our tenants

about moving out?

Just wanna run something past you.

[chuckles]

Call me back.

Do not tell me that you're suggesting

that you live in your own basement.

[chuckles dismissively]

It's a garden suite.

And it would make things easier for the kids.

You paid for that house!

You know what?

I got to go.

I have a therapy appointment before work.

Well, don't let her make it all about your mother.

[Abigail] She was teaching me fractions--

2/3 whiskey, 1/3 sweet vermouth--

it's not like I was drinking them.

I just liked the cherries!

Why does everyone assume

the mother is the root of all problems

and a father who babysits his own kids gets a medal?

I'm wondering,

are we talking about your mother?

Were you not listening?

Is it possible your brother's comment--

Half-brother.

Is it possible

his comment about Joanne was especially acute

because of your interaction with Sofia?

She said you are "screwing up" her life?

Yeah, along with the rest of the family's.

No matter what I do,

she just won't let me make up for my mistakes.

I'm, uh, defending these two sisters.

They detest their mother.

And if you could hear the stories...

I mean, I know I'm not winning "Parent of the Year,"

but compared to this woman...

Sounds like

the case is triggering some of your own fears.

Yeah, I keep thinking, "Is that gonna be me and Sofia?"

"I want to thank God,

my parents, and Harry Svensson.

He says I have all the right assets

to become a 'lady lawyer'."

That's so mean.

Mr. Svensson's not a bad guy.

He's just like my Grampy, you know?

Bit of a dinosau-- oh!

Good morning, Mr. Svensson!

Great to see you, sir.

Nina.

"Cecile."

[♪]

You need to apologize, Harry.

Before it gets worse.

You're making a mountain out of a molehill.

Right, Danny?

What you said was inappropriate and offensive.

Oh, spare me your wokeness.

At the very least, it was completely tone deaf.

And you should've known better.

I'm not going to dignify all this nonsense

with some pathetic mea culpa.

I referred to them as "bright, accomplished women."

[Daniel] Yeah!

Then you had us imagine them naked.

I know you have work to do

because I don't pay you to lecture me.

[♪]

When I was 15, she locked me in the basement.

I trust it was heated?

Furnished?

No. It was dark, cold, a cement floor.

I was down there for a week

with nothing but a moldy sleeping bag.

- What about food? - Twice a day,

she'd leave a glass of water

and a bologna sandwich at the top of the stairs.

You must have had a washroom.

Just a bucket.

[Daniel] Can you please

explain to the court how that experience affected you?

I developed a profound phobia of spiders.

[laughs bitterly]

And also a pretty serious drug habit,

that took 10 years

and the love and support of my sister to overcome.

And how did your mother respond

when she learned you were an addict?

[Trish] She kicked me out.

[Daniel] How old were you?

[Trish] 16.

16 years old.

Turned her back on you.

Left you to fend for yourself on the streets

- with nothing. - Objection.

Uh...

S-Speculation?

Sustained.

Ms. Creedy,

is it safe to say your mother abandoned you

- when you needed her the most? - Yes.

Objection, Your Honour. Uh...

uh, he's leading the witness?

Sustained. Watch yourself, counsel.

Apologies, Your Honour.

My mother put me in beauty pageants.

How old were you?

Three.

Did you enjoy competing in these pageants?

I liked winning.

Never keep the prize money, though.

Why not?

My mom said we needed it for rent and food.

What happened when you wanted to quit?

She wouldn't let me.

But you did stop,

when you were 12, is that right?

I couldn't talk back to my mother

or tell her how I felt,

so I just started eating

and I gained enough weight to make sure I would never win.

And how did your mother respond to that?

She padlocked the fridge.

Once, she caught me stealing a box of crackers.

[♪]

Did she punish you?

Spank you

with a wooden spoon so you couldn't

sit down for a week?

That was the beginning

of your lifelong eating disorder, correct?

Yes.

[♪]

I know that was hard, but you did great.

I feel bad saying all that stuff about her

in front of strangers.

[Daniel] You were just stating the facts.

I know, but it feels... wrong.

Hey, listen to me.

We're protecting ourselves.

Why don't you go grab some lunch?

We'll meet you back here at 2:00.

Harry Svensson!

Can I get your side of the story for the campus paper?

No. K-Keep walking.

You-- You want a statement?

Ahem.

I have always been a staunch supporter of women.

I know how important it is to level the playing field.

When did we, as a society,

decide it was no longer appropriate

to recognize beauty?

[chuckles irately]

Am I not supposed to find the model

on that poster attractive?

Of course I am!

The marketing team is counting on it!

Now, let me ask you something.

When you dress up to go out...

Mrs. Vanderhausen, before the break,

we were talking about

how your mother alienated your husband and children--

[Carole] Oh, for heaven's sake!

She's putting words in her mouth.

Right. Objection!

Just get on with it, Ms. Bianchi.

Fine.

What do you believe

is the root cause of your estrangement?

I wouldn't call it "estrangement".

W-Would it be fair to say

you and your mother have not been on good terms

for several years?

We've had our differences.

But I know how hard it was for her.

My sister and I weren't always the easiest.

Maybe she wasn't the best, but she's still our mother.

Please, Trish, we have to do the right thing.

What the hell was that?

We were all on the same team before lunch.

I'm sorry.

I saw her outside.

Mom got to you, didn't she?

Same old sob story about how broke she is.

No! I didn't even talk to her.

But she's lost so much weight.

I don't think she's been eating.

She made her choices.

Two grand a month would be nothing to you!

- That's not the point. - Reggie and I

have three kids to feed.

You fly business class to Italy every year.

I'll be the one on the hook for this, not you.

You said that we were in this together.

You just threw me under the bus!

All you care about

is your expensive clothes and your shoes.

I don't want your hand-me-downs.

[♪]

It's Prada.

[♪]

[Crystal Steele] Keep your eyes peeled for me

on a major cable network in coming months.

That's all I can share for now.

Let's get to what's happening to poor Harry Svensson,

one of our city's

most well-respected litigators.

You see, the social justice warriors

have their knickers in a knot

over a joke he made in a speech.

For goodness sake, people!

The man is making a substantial charitable donation,

and now he's under attack

for daring to be a red-blooded male.

It was a joke. Okay?

Exactly.

[phone rings]

Svensson and Associates.

Dad, the last thing you need

is Crystal Steele coming to your defense.

Would you like to reschedule?

I'll let him know. Have a great day!

[click]

Uh, Mr. Svensson?

Madison Danvers just cancelled.

She says that her brand

can't be associated with a perceived misogynist.

No offense.

"No offense"?

Oh, I added that last bit.

See?

People are gonna think you share her backwards values.

I happen to agree with her in this instance.

You can still fix this.

Distance yourself from Crystal and apologize.

No. You know what happens the minute I say

anything remotely apologetic?

The moral crusaders smell blood and get all worked up again

into their little frenzy of self-righteousness.

[Lucy] We have to save Dad from himself.

Preferably before he takes the whole firm down with him.

I've tried. I can't get through to him.

We need professional help.

Someone who's skilled in reframing the conversation.

I'll call her.

Okay... is that a good idea?

Daniel can put on his big-boy pants.

[♪]

[Carole] I tried my best to raise my daughters right.

I was on my own after their father passed.

And what happened to your husband?

He was in the Special Forces,

God rest him.

Some hush-hush military operation.

I had a toddler

and a baby on the way when I lost him.

And how old were you then?

19.

Uh, no job.

I-I dropped out of high school in grade eight.

Uh, that must have put you under a lot of stress.

Objection!

Speculation.

Uh, withdrawn, withdrawn. Sorry. Uh...

[Carole] You probably want

to know why I locked Trish in the basement.

Yes! That... That would be helpful, thank you.

I know it sounds harsh,

but I didn't know what else to do.

Trish was running around with a drug dealer.

I didn't want to see her drop out,

like I did--

end up pregnant and broke.

Ahem! And, uh, ahem,

what happened when you opened the basement door

and let her out?

She took off.

Moved in with the cokehead

and lost three years of her life,

and I spent every penny I had

paying for Trish to go through rehab.

She sent me this card...

just before she got out of rehab.

[Carole sniffles]

[card opens]

She wrote, "Dear Mom,

I'm sorry for everything I put you through.

Thank you for supporting me

and getting me the help I needed.

I'm gonna pay you back..."

[voice breaks] "...every cent."

[card crinkles as she puts it away]

[tearfully] I did everything for my girls.

I wasn't perfect.

But don't I deserve their help

after all the sacrifices I made?

[♪]

Uh, n-no further questions.

It was part of rehab--

I was making amends, and it was over 30 years ago.

Doesn't matter. It still hurt us.

Not as much as Kim's 180.

This was a slam dunk.

The judge could decide

your mom's entitled to something.

We might want to consider settling.

[Daniel] We can win this.

Precedent is on our side and her lawyer's a disaster.

Excuse me. I have an appointment.

I would rather spend everything I have on legal bills

than give her a cent.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, was your dad Army, Navy, or Air Force?

Army, I think.

I just have that one photo of him.

You don't know where he was stationed?

Kim and I used to daydream he wasn't really dead--

he was on some secret spy mission

and, one day, he'd break down the door

and rescue us.

So you don't remember anything at all about him?

After my mom threw that toy at me--

I remember him cradling me in the back of a cab,

taking me to the hospital,

holding a towel to my head,

and he was singing "Hush, Little Baby."

[sniffles]

Can I borrow your photo of him?

Good news, dude.

Danielle pulled her profile.

Did she?

You knew that. You've been creeping.

You just dropped a hundred bucks on lunch

and this is what you wanted to talk about?

Okay. Cold, hard truth.

Your dad's never gonna make you partner.

I mean, no offense to the old man, but...

Pitch me.

You got until the gelato cart.

Pick your own clients.

I do that already.

You can hand off the junk files to juniors.

Oh, I give those to Abby.

Guaranteed partner before 40.

Then there's the Arbutus Club membership,

the Vancouver Golf Club, the expense account...

Look, I can give you a million reasons to join our firm,

but as your friend...

I'm telling you, it's time to jump ship.

Ever want to rise to the bench,

you gotta ditch your dad and sister.

Half-sister.

Whatever.

Being associated with the Drunk Defender

and the Lecherous Litigator

isn't doing you any favours.

Oh. I guess I'm done.

Keep going.

I mention our last firm retreat was in the Bahamas?

I got your favourite--

cheeseburger, extra pickles.

Before you shoot down my idea?

There's no way I'm gonna let you

live in the basement suite.

Hey, I paid for half of that house.

Let's alternate weeks.

Whoever has the kids stays upstairs with them.

Hmm.

Or we could all stay upstairs.

[laughs] Abby.

All right, worth a shot.

But who knows what might happen if we...

leave the basement door unlocked.

[amused] Hmph.

[♪]

- Hey. - Hi! Uh...

Are we still on for tomorrow?

Lucy-Goosey, of course.

Oh.

The university wants to take your name off the scholarship.

Dad, just apologize!

They're suggesting

"Merit Entrance Award".

Do those boneheads really think they get to take my money

without any recognition?

They assume you want to make amends for your speech.

You can still salvage this.

No!

Get those ball-less wonders on the phone right now!

Kowtowing to every politically-correct--

Oh, my god. That word has racist overtones.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

The word comes from Imperial China.

It means to show subservience,

to grovel,

which is exactly what I expect the Chancellor

and her gutless band of toadies to do

when I tell them I'm putting a stop payment on that cheque!

Danielle.

Hi.

You look... great.

I didn't expect...

Do you want to grab some coffee or--?

In what universe would I be here to see you?

[Jerri] Danielle!

Thank God, you're here.

The man is entrenched.

[Abigail] If Trish's father was killed in the line of duty,

Carole would be entitled to death benefits,

so find out which branch of military he served in

- and for how long. - Why are we helping Carole?

We're not.

If we can prove she's been stashing money,

the case falls apart.

"Jim Creedy, 1968."

Not much to go on.

Low blow, Abby, even for you.

Thank you?

You could've asked me before hiring Danielle.

I was far from alone in making that decision.

And in case you haven't noticed,

Harry keeps digging himself deeper

and somebody's gotta take away his shovel.

There are dozens of other spin doctors in the city.

She's the best, and you know it.

And you broke off the engagement.

Why should she lose work?

[♪]

[Abigail] Knock next time.

Mr. Svensson,

I know your heart was in the right place

and you would never do or say anything

intentionally demeaning towards women.

The money is for a woman to help pay for law school,

- for crying out loud. - The recipient is posting

about whether or not

she can accept the money in good conscience.

Oh, come on!

And while this backlash

seems disproportionate to your comments,

your brand has suffered damage.

[sighs irately]

How many clients have you lost?

One, but--

Three cancellations,

two reschedules.

Are you familiar with the journalist Sandra Dell?

The militant feminist

who believes middle-aged white men

are the root of all evil?

Yes.

Great. You're having breakfast with her tomorrow

at her favourite vegan restaurant.

I will not.

Mr. Svensson,

I'll be blunt.

If you have any other skeletons in your closet--

an office romance that went south,

an off-colour joke,

a barista you shared a flirty chat with...

I don't want to see your name on the "Shitty Men List".

This is your script.

You stick to it,

you'll not only survive,

you'll come out stronger than ever.

You were far from the perfect mother.

[Joanne, scoffs] Uncalled for.

But thank you for not padlocking the fridge

or trapping me in the basement.

You're doing that all by yourself.

[chuckles mockingly]

Have you told the kids?

Not yet.

I'm sure Sofia's gonna find a way to hate the idea.

Oh, she's 13.

It's her job to criticize you.

Mm.

It doesn't mean I like the way she's treating you.

I was never like that.

Do the words--

[mimicking teen Abby] "If anyone finds out we're related,

I'll kill myself"

ring a bell?

Did I really say that?

I didn't take it personally.

I'm sorry.

As if it wasn't hard enough being a single parent

after Harry left.

Oh, please. You were developing your independence,

which is exactly what Sofia's doing.

Mothers and daughters...

a terrifying tale as old as time.

Mm.

[phone rings]

Hi, Cecil.

I found Jim Creedy's military record.

And his death certificate, too.

Amazing.

Mrs. Creedy,

you told us your husband was in the Special Forces,

that he died

in the line of duty

serving his country.

That's right.

I'd like to introduce into evidence

Jim Creedy's military record.

That's got nothing to do with any of this. Clark, object!

Uh, uh, uh...

Objection! Irrelevant?

That's up to me, Counsel.

I'll allow it.

Jim Creedy was no war hero.

Far from it.

He was an alcoholic.

The army kicked him out after he served a year.

He died in a drunk-driving accident

six years ago.

[Clark] Uh, Y-Your Honour,

what does any of this have to do with our--

with anything?

Our dad only died six years ago?

Mrs. Creedy grossly mischaracterized her husband.

How can we believe any of her testimony?

You're worse than I thought, keeping him from us--

no wonder he left you.

He didn't leave. I left him!

I ran! In the middle of the night!

He came home pissed, again.

Tripped over one of your toys and threw it at you so hard,

I thought he'd killed you!

I rushed you to the hospital in a cab.

Sang while you wailed--

[tearing up] ...and after they stitched you up...

I did not go back.

I got on a Greyhound bus out west.

Why not tell your daughters the truth?

Why protect him all these years?

[Carole chuckles sadly]

I wasn't protecting him.

My mother ran off when I was three.

Left me behind

with my daddy...

who never believed I was his.

I knew what it was like

growing up with a father who didn't want me...

and I was not

gonna let my girls think...

their daddy didn't want them.

[♪]

[whimpers sadly]

You think I should settle.

- Yes. - No.

Nothing she says changes how she treated me.

Our relationship is dead.

But what about your sister?

If you make the payments, you can focus on

repairing the relationship that matters to you.

Or you can let the judge rule, probably in our favour,

and you won't have to pay a thing.

My whole life,

I grew up thinking my dad was a saint,

and that if he hadn't died,

my sister and I would've had love.

Now I guess I'm just the product of two monsters.

I seem to remember

you mocking me when I wanted her to settle.

And I seem to remember you caring about your clients

more than racking up billable hours.

Look. We can keep dragging this out,

but do you really want to see that old woman

end up in the gutter, eating cat food?

[♪]

[Harry] So what's good here?

[Sandra Dell] Everything.

I should say

that this is on me.

That would be inappropriate.

Right. Okay.

We'll go Dutch.

Not that I'm saying Dutch citizens are stingy.

I find their culture to be highly equitable,

Ms. Dell.

Sandra's fine.

Sandra.

I-I deeply regret

the remarks I made earlier this week.

It was never my intention to offend,

and yet I hold myself solely responsible

for how hurtful my comments were,

especially towards women.

[line ringing]

[Harry] It's been a hard lesson for me,

but an important one.

Times have changed,

much for the better,

and I intend to change, too.

In fact, I've organized

a sensitivity seminar for my firm

to increase our awareness of gender issues.

Now, do you mind if I tuck into this delicious Tofurkey burrito?

[♪]

Mm.

12 post-dated cheques for $2,000 a month in support.

Judge Fraiberg is satisfied with the claim,

and the settlement is resolved.

What am I supposed to do with those?

Cash them.

I have to bus down to the bank every month on my walker?

I can drive you.

It's a pain in the ass.

I'll probably just lose 'em anyway.

What if Trish e-transfers the funds every month,

directly to your account?

The Internet?

That's just asking to be robbed blind.

Clark?

I'm not sure you or your client wants to go back to court.

Give me a minute.

[whispers] Please don't make me go back to court.

She wants you to hand-deliver them every month.

She said that?

It's not just about the money, Trish.

She wants to see you.

Ohh.

Nothing is ever enough for her.

Tell her she can forget it.

[stammers]

Think about what it took

for her to keep that secret.

Every time you and Kim made some comment

about your saintly father,

she bit her tongue.

She loves you,

even if she has a terrible way of showing it.

Could you just give her this one, small thing?

W-What if Kim went with you

to deliver the cheques?

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, Ms. Bianchi,

you left your purse in the washroom.

[♪]

Oh.

[♪]

[♪]

Love you, Mom.

[♪]

[elevator dings]

[lively chatter]

[♪]

Lucy!

You have to try a piece of this cake.

It's carrot,

just like my mom used to make.

Oh, I am so sorry. This must be so weird for you.

I know you're missing your mom today.

It's fine, Nina. Really.

It's strangely comforting.

My mom loved parties.

She'd always bake me my favourite--

angel food cake--

even on her own birthday.

My mom did that, too.

Our moms are here with us in spirit.

We still have our awesome dads!

[Nina chuckles]

Where were you this morning?

I waited for over an hour.

[gasps] Oh, Lucy, I'm so sorry.

I-I got caught up with that reporter.

There's a lot going on.

Please, can we go together this weekend?

Of course.

Harry! Where's your hat?

Here it is! [chuckles]

Ohh! That's so much better.

Did you see what I got Nina for her birthday?

A DNA kit.

Here's hoping we find some long-lost relatives.

Or maybe that we're part Neanderthal.

[laughs]

Wouldn't be surprised.

Danielle. What's up?

Mr. Svensson?

I just got the professional courtesy

of a heads-up from Sandra Dell.

This is the article she's going to run tomorrow.

And before you ask,

yes, I did everything I could to try to talk her out of it.

W-What's the problem?

Did you stick to Danielle's script?

Word for word. It was a great interview.

Except for the part

where you're dating Crystal Steele.

I...

I didn't tell her that.

Please tell me this was a joke.

It's none of her business who I'm...

Is it true?

I can tell

that you're all upset

and I don't want to invalidate anyone's feelings, but--

Oh, Harry.

You-- You can't judge her by her online persona.

When you get to know her--

Harry, I'll continue to manage this office...

but you can make your own dinner reservations.

[footsteps receding]

Thank you for making this decision easy for me, Dad.

I quit.

[♪]

[scoffs quietly]

[♪]

[Maggie] Wow.

Looks like a glitter-bomb went off in reception.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were on shift today.

I wanted to bring this to you first.

I...

dug out your mom's old recipe.

Oh, hey...

it's okay.

I know how hard today is.

No, it's-- it's not that.

It's just...

[chuckles sadly]

...when the world turns to shit, you're always there for me.

Of course.

That's the deal.

I've been such a flake.

I don't know what I was so afraid of.

You're my family, Mags.

I love you.

I know.

Let's do it.

Let's have a baby.

[gasps]

[both laughing]

[♪]

- Hi! - Hi.

Sofia's favourite sweatshirt.

She left it at Jo-Jo's.

I wanted to avoid a category-5 meltdown.

You found it? Oh, my god! You're the best mom ever!

Do you have dinner plans?

Last night's takeout.

I just made enough Bolognese to feed an army.

We could share the new plan with the kids.

What new plan?

I'd love to.

♪ Let's get the kid gloves out ♪

♪ Let the love come easy

♪ Let it handle us Oh, so tenderly ♪

♪ You gotta handle it with kid gloves ♪

♪ Oh, we don't need to throw down ♪

♪ Baby, let it be easy

♪ I wanna do whatever comes to us naturally ♪

♪ When it's precious like this love ♪

♪ When it's precious like this love... ♪

♪ When it's precious like this love ♪

♪ You gotta handle it with kid gloves ♪

♪ Kid-kid-kid gloves