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Previously, on Family Law...

Obviously, if you knew nothing about the alleged embezzlement...

- Of course, I didn't know! - Daniel, she knew.

Nicely done, Danny!

- Thanks, Dad. - I hope you're free tonight.

We'll grab a drink at the club, then I'm taking you to Cioppino's.

New evidence has come to light revealing...

- In that mailbox right there. - In the alleged embezzlement.

I know you can't say a word,

and we never had this conversation,

but I'm proud of you.

You did the right thing.

He really is a bigamist?

His days on the bench are over.

- What are we celebrating? - We're getting married!

- I'm so sorry. - So that was Isabelle?

Why is this so hard? I'm the one who ended the marriage.

It's not like I want him back.

What?

Didn't Kelly have a stomach-ache the other night,

- when you went out? - Headache.

Actually, I think I'm okay now.

Lucy!

Hey, Luce!

Hello?

Didn't you hear me?

Traffic's loud.

Yeah. You looked right at me.

Okay. If this is about what happened at Joanne's...

Oh, you mean when you and Abby dog-piled on my girlfriend?

To be fair, it was mostly Abby.

I'm sorry. Okay? Can I have a do-over, please?

- How's Kelly? Is her headache gone? - Stomach-ache.

Kelly's doing good.

She is writing a paper for a conference on personality disorders.

She's one of the keynote speakers and...

Enough about my internationally - acclaimed girlfriend.

What is going on in your world?

Martina and Quinn are getting married.

- Wow. - Oh, there's more.

Quinn asked me to be the emcee at their wedding.

Ha! Oh, my God. Could you imagine if you'd said yes?

Daniel, you didn't!

Quinn said

I'm the only friend they have in common here.

It would've been weirder if I didn't say yes.

Would it?

- Please tell me that's the end of them. - What are those?

Files from Chip Crombie's old firm.

Why didn't they just send them over on hard drives?

Not all firms have gone digital, Danny.

Chip Crombie is vile,

but he understood the value of keeping hard copies.

This is even worse than the last box.

Organizing this will be a challenge...

but I embrace challenges.

This is why we should go digital.

It's more efficient, and environmentally friendly.

What happens when there's a power outage?

Paper is reliable!

Give the boys time to clean this up. Soon, it'll be spic and span.

I just touched a silverfish!

When you're done sanitizing your hands, Winston,

I'd like you to place an order with Beaucoup

enough pastries... for the whole firm.

- Can we get salted-caramel blondies? - Indeed, we can, Cecile!

This is a moment to celebrate. My suspension... is over.

Wasn't the same without you, sir!

Your suspension isn't over until tomorrow.

I received the letter on the 24th,

exactly one month ago today.

- Meaning you're still suspended today. - Potato, potahto.

- Well, I'm happy for you, Dad. - Thank you, Lucy-Goosey.

Maybe it's time you stop calling me that.

It's infantilizing.

On the subject of childish nicknames...

Danny, do not start with me.

- Ah, just the person I wanted to see. - Why?

Among the files we've inherited is an estate case...

Mr. Ke Leung, Leung Properties.

His beneficiaries are arriving today.

You want me to do a reading of the will?

Since when did I become the firm's notary?

No job is too small.

And Danny, the firm's been drumming up some new business,

thanks to your excellent work on the Bass case.

Glad to hear it.

We'll discuss a bonus in our partners' meeting.

Don't go spending all that blood money on new Spandex.

Look.

Whatever it is you think I might have done,

we can at least agree it was the right thing to do.

You breached lawyer-client privilege.

If anyone found out...

it'd shut down the firm.

The feather duster, yes!

Remember how Dad would chase us around the house with it?

What did he used to say?

_

Uh, should we get started?

Is it weird that I miss him?

Stockholm Syndrome will do that.

But I miss him, too.

Ahem. "Herein set forth is the Last Will and Testament

of Ke Leung."

"I, Ke Leung, being of sound body and mind,

willingly and voluntarily make this decision."

"To my beloved son, Theo Leung,

I bequeath $7 million."

"And to my daughter, Grace Leung,

I leave a gift of $80,000...

and her late-mother's jade brooch."

♪ You can't prove it ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ You got nothing legit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ The glove don't fit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ You got to 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 Never gonna stop ♪

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This is a joke. $80,000?

And Mom's brooch. It's made of real jade, right?

She won that at the Richmond Night Market. What do you think?

Are you aware of any reason why your father

would divide his assets so unfairly?

Things got rocky between you two after you and Chen...

No. Dad hated me even before the divorce.

- He doesn't hate you. - He was a total sexist!

My dad would barely speak to me except to say "Make dinner."

Meanwhile, Little Prince over here

just got to lie around and watch Pokémon all day.

Digimon.

But otherwise correct.

It sounds like you have grounds to contest your father's will.

We live in one of the few places with a remedy.

Under the Wills Variation Act,

people need to provide valid reasons

for unfair distribution of an estate.

Sexism doesn't count.

Or... simpler solution,

you could re-divide your inheritance more equitably

with your sister.

I'll talk to Lim... my wife.

I promise, we'll make this right.

Come on.

Can't say I'm surprised.

He wouldn't be the first guy who tried to leave everything in his will

to a male heir just because of cultural beliefs.

- Who said anything about culture? - Slippery slope, Daniel.

What I mean is...

Sexism is alive and well across the globe.

Look no further than our father.

I knew you'd find a way to bring him up.

Because it's true!

I have eight years on you at the bar,

but whose name does he put on the door?

The person who's worked his butt off for this firm

- since he was an articling student. - Abby's not wrong.

Dad's always been hung up on gender stereotypes.

Don't you remember that Christmas he gave you a basketball

and me the "Talking Tallulah" doll,

even though you're the one who begged for her?

She was an action figure.

And if Dad leaves everything in his will

to just one of his kids, it's gonna be you, Luce.

Only because he's gonna leave you the firm.

Uh, excuse me?

Maybe he'll leave everything to me

for, I don't know, abandoning me as a child?

Or maybe he'll leave everything to his girlfriend...

my mother.

And she sure as hell won't be

adding either of your names to her will.

Kelly. What a nice surprise.

I am taking you to that new Indian place.

Oh, I'd kill for a mango lassi, but I already have lunch plans.

- Oh. Who with? - An old college friend.

Amber. She was my roommate.

But we haven't seen each other in years.

She's in town visiting her mom.

You never mentioned you had a lunch date.

It didn't seem important.

Well, then. Have fun with Amber.

Wrapped that up just in time. Got a client waiting.

So do I.

- Who'd you say you were meeting with? - Cosmo Papadopoulos.

I'm meeting Cosmo Papadopoulos.

I handled the man's divorce, Danny.

Well, I booked the meeting while you were suspended.

And now I'm not.

Cosmo, how have you been?

- My dad's suing me. - Why?

You remember he owns a restaurant in Maple Ridge.

"Zeus's Hideaway."

Best Greek food this side of the Rockies!

- Zeus is King of the Gods. - Yes. I also attended fifth grade.

I helped Dad out for years,

but I got restless, so I opened my own place.

A new venture. That's exciting!

Yeah, until Dad accused me of stealing his customers.

And his ideas, which is... ha! A total reach.

Are there similarities? Yes!

But I-I designed that sign.

And it's not identical. Mine says "Li'l".

"Zeus's Hideaway".

It doesn't help

that you opened your restaurant right beside your father's.

Space came up. It was prime real estate.

You said you worked for your dad?

Yeah. And he promised to let me run the place when he retired,

but years later, there he was...

still breathing down my neck.

Making me count every nickel in the till before closing.

I'd be, like, "Dad, that's what this computer's for."

And he'd say... "Cosmo... "

"what if it's lying to us?"

Why are old people so weird about technology?

In all fairness to your father,

change for the sake of change is not a virtue.

I'll be right back.

Thank you, folks. Let me take care of that.

I think I'll order some lunch.

Thank you.

One order of the "Minotaur Moussaka".

One order of "Li'l Minotaur Moussaka".

Apparently adding the word "Li'l"

protects you from copyright infringement.

Maybe they'll taste different.

Mm!

Hmm!

We cannot let this case go to court.

- Hey. How was your day? - Fine.

How's the paper going?

Did you... finish your edits?

These glasses are right-side up.

- That's how dust gets in! - I forgot.

We've been through this.

- Let me flip them over. - No. Forget it. I-I'll do it later.

It's fine. I'll do it.

Ow!

Oh, my god. Are you okay?

I-It was an accident.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi!

I thought Dad was picking me up.

It's his day.

Ah, he got caught up at work.

Ah! The elusive Ms. Bianchi.

This is Ms. Goldman, our music teacher.

Principal Tan's told me all about you.

Only good things, I'm sure.

The senior band recital's coming up.

Have you RSVP'd?

The invite must've gotten lost in my spam filter.

Our musicians are really excited to showcase their talent.

Tempting.

But I'm-I'm working on a complicated case.

That's what Principal Tan thought you'd say.

It's okay, Mom. Dad's coming. And he's bringing Isabelle.

Oh.

You know... work has been so stressful.

A school concert might be just what I need.

- But... what about your case? - Ah, work can wait.

Family first. Am I right?

Mm-hmm.

That's it. I don't do well with mess, especially when it's not mine.

I learned this cleaning up after my roommates.

Calling them "roommates", doesn't make them not your parents.

It's all a matter of perspective.

You're working against chaos, try working with it.

Excuse me while I boil my hands.

- Morning, Jerri. - Lucy?

Oh, that looks painful. What happened?

It got caught in a door.

- Ouch. Are you okay? - It's not broken.

- Good of you to finally join us. - It's five to nine.

I arrived an hour ago.

While you were suspended, I was here every morning at seven.

Guess I'll have to take your word for it.

Also, I reviewed some of the cases you closed

this past month.

Why did you agree to settle for so little

on the Hall-Button divorce? Our client was robbed.

Great. Great. Let's...

let's do a deep dive into every single case I closed

while you were away.

You can outline all the things I did wrong.

Hmm. Excellent idea, Danny.

It'll be a good learning exercise.

Jerri, find an opening in our schedule.

Hubris of youth.

Give them an inch, they feel like a ruler.

One of these days,

you're gonna backseat-drive your son right out of this firm.

- Hi. What are you doing here? - Meeting a client.

- Thanks for picking up Nico yesterday. - It was fun.

And informative.

Nico told me about his school concert?

The concert is on my week,

and I'm allowed to bring a plus-one.

I assumed you weren't going.

Why?

You've always hated school events.

Which is fine.

Just... never been that kind of mom.

- What kind of mom is that, Frank? - You know what I mean.

The kind who... chaperones field trips,

makes cookies for bake sales.

Has her husband's pipe and slippers waiting for him

at the end of the day?

This is coming out wrong.

Well, it turns out, I am going to Nico's concert...

with my plus-one.

- Who? - Ben Cohen.

- The prosecutor? - Mm.

You know, I can see it.

So apparently, my idiot brother hired some dumbass lawyer.

My client wants to raise Ms. Leung's share.

We are happy to hear that.

To $500,000.

Excuse me? Your client inherited 7 million!

You said you were gonna "make this right".

Grace... this is what Dad wanted.

We have two kids.

Your father was probably trying to ensure we had enough

to take care of them.

Maybe this is also Dad's way of showing thanks.

We did take care of him in his last years.

Lim took care of him.

Your client lived across the street from Mr. Leung in Richmond.

My client works long hours

at her furniture-design business in Port Moody.

She didn't have time to act as Mr. Leung's full-time caregiver.

Should she be punished because she's "not that kind" of woman?

This isn't punitive.

Mr. Leung is prepared to increase your client's share.

Their father left no codicil

to justify such an inequitable division.

The disparity will look like blatant sexism to a court.

Our offer stands for 48 hours.

He never said it out loud, but I could always feel it.

At least now I know.

Dad loved me 1% as much as he loved my brother.

Tell me there was no codicil in the Leung file.

I don't... think so.

You don't think so?

I gotta be honest... these boxes are in rough shape.

Misfiled papers,

documents written in other languages.

Burrito wrappers.

This is the "translation" pile.

We can't file them until we know what they say.

This one's written in Mandarin.

Can you read it?

It says... "No, I can't... because I'm not Chinese."

Send it to a translator.

If it has anything to do with the Leung estate case,

- let me know. - Yeah. Will do.

Oh! Lucy.

These arrived for you from Kelly!

They're so beautiful. What's the occasion?

Just 'cause.

When was the last time

your partner got you flowers "just because"?

Oh!

Bowen's your typical guy, so... never?

- My client... - "Our" client.

...Agrees to change the name "Li'l Zeus"

- as well as the logo's design. - Good start.

Next, he can change the menu and relocate his restaurant.

My... our... client doesn't have the money to relocate.

- And why should I change my menu? - Because those are my recipes!

- That I improved! - That you tweaked!

Typical!

You never appreciated me, even as a kid...

waiting tables, chopping eggplants.

Yes, yes, you worked hard. That is why I promoted you to manager.

Manager?

I couldn't buy a houseplant without your blessing!

And now that your son wants to build something of his own,

- you're suing him. - Of his own?

Same plants. Lamps. Tablecloths.

This is Zeus, and you copied it!

Those are my ideas! I even paid for some of them!

This? This is classic!

The father, threatened when his son gains independence!

like when Zeus swallowed his own children!

- That was Kronos, you malakas. - I'm a malakas?

Sit, sit. Let's not quibble over Greek mythology.

Uh, if your client won't comply with the requested changes,

we'll take you to court,

and Li'l Zeus's will be shut down permanently.

Ah!

Hey. Did you get the flowers?

They were lovely. Thanks.

- I finally finished my paper. - That's great.

So, I've earned a night off.

I found this promo for a true-crime doc I am dying to watch with you.

- It's been a long day. You go ahead. - Oh, okay.

Excuse me. I have cucumbers to shred...

for the tzatziki I created.

Cosmo can't afford to relocate.

So, we get him that money by counter-suing for "unjust enrichment".

Cosmo said he paid

for some of the original restaurant upgrades.

If Dmitri's business benefited, Cosmo should be compensated.

Unjust enrichment only applies

if you've contributed something of value.

Houseplants won't cut it.

Cosmo gave everything to that restaurant

because he thought he'd be running it.

His father dangled the promise of retirement for years.

Dmitri should be able to retire whenever he wants,

whether that's 65 or 85!

- 85? - Besides, you heard Dmitri...

Cosmo wasn't ready to run the business.

So why is Cosmo's restaurant outperforming his dad's?

He was completely under-appreciated. No wonder he left.

80,000 and a brooch.

The disparity is insulting.

Mm. I can relate. I was my parents' least favourite.

Thought you were an only child.

I could never live up to Neville and Hermione.

Their corgis.

Do you have plans on Thursday night?

- Not yet. Why? - Mm.

- I got tickets to a concert. - Don't tell me it's the Pixies?

No. No.

These guys are more orchestral.

Mm-hmm. Young up-and-comers.

What's their name?

- "The Tamarack Toucans". - A school band?

No thanks.

Come on. Why not?

You should hear what my son can do on a French horn.

Oh, the only thing worse

than listening to your own kids play French horn

is listening to someone else's kid play French horn.

All right, fine. I'll go alone.

- Oh, it won't be that bad. - Yes, it will.

A while back, I-I had a bad moment,

- and someone caught it on camera. - I know. I've seen it.

I may have casually Googled your name at some point.

Proving everyone's seen it.

Including the parents at Nico's school.

What do you care what they think?

They already judge me for not being "involved enough".

In committees and bake sales.

I never did that stuff either.

Well, lucky for you, the baseline's so much lower for dads.

True.

But... speaking as someone who regularly enters

rooms full of people who hate him... own it.

Give as good as you get. When the concert's over... text me.

Your Honor, my client's "gift"

amounts to 1% of her brother's inheritance.

A person should have a say in how he divides his assets,

but when the distribution is so unfair,

the law requires justification.

Mr. Leung offered none.

Mr. Bianchi?

Reasoning was provided.

A codicil, handwritten by Mr. Leung.

Uh, objection! Why are we only hearing about this now?

My client discovered it last night,

while he was cleaning out Mr. Leung's home.

- We need time to review this. - You can review it later.

When he was alive,

Mr. Leung gave Grace part of her inheritance

in the form of various gifts...

150,000 for her wedding...

300,000 for the down-payment on the marital home.

120,000 toward tuition for medical school,

which Grace quit in her final year.

Even if you deducted these gifts from Grace's share,

it's nowhere near half of Mr. Leung's estate.

For good reason.

"I leave a smaller share of my estate to my daughter, Grace Leung,

because of our strained relationship.

She never returns my calls and rarely visits.

My daughter will receive less than my son and daughter-in-law,

who, by contrast,

have cared for me in my declining years."

We'll evaluate the codicil for authenticity

Don't bother. That's definitely my dad's handwriting.

Then we'll argue undue influence

or question his mental capacity.

That man was annoyingly sharp until his dying day.

Then we're running out of options, Grace.

Your dad's codicil paints the estrangement as your fault.

After Mom died, I visited him twice a week.

But he was impossible to be around.

He expected me to wait on him, hand and foot.

Told me I was getting fat, and no wonder my husband left.

Still, supporting your daughter through medical school...

it doesn't exactly scream "sexism".

"A high-profile career means you'll marry into a good family."

And those other gifts?

The wedding, the-the marital home?

That's not an inheritance, that's a dowry.

Like, I'm a frickin' Jane Austen character.

While I can see that...

Judge Hingston won't.

He's a libertarian,

so he's already inclined

to respect your dad's dying wishes.

What do we do?

Much as I hate to suggest it...

we try to settle.

Your Honor, there is no evidence my client's business

was enriched by his son's little changes.

Mr. Papadopoulos Junior

clearly filed this suit in retaliation

after my client asked him to relocate his business.

Which is called "Zeus's Hideaway"?

No, Your Honor. I am Zeus.

What's your business called?

Li'l Zeus's Hideaway.

Oh! Because you're the son.

Though, wouldn't it have made more sense

to call your restaurant Hercules?

Or... Apollo, or...

"Dionysus!"

Or...

Ahem.

Counsel.

Anything to add?

Why don't you take this one?

You devised the plan.

Mr. Papadopoulos.

Before you promoted my client to manager,

- how was your business doing? - Business was fine.

Even with all those new restaurants opening up around you?

- Yeah. Objection. Asked and answered. - Overruled.

More specificity, please, Mr. Papadopoulos.

Maybe the numbers were a-a bit lower.

Ask him what happened after the upgrades.

After Cosmo's "little changes" to your restaurant,

did business improve?

He didn't just update the decor.

He created a website,

paid fees to join delivery apps.

Also added vegan options.

He brought Zeus into the modern age,

out of his own pocket,

because you promised he would run it.

He wasn't ready! That's why I promoted him, to give him experience!

Did you ever let him hire anyone?

Fire anyone?

- Alter staff schedules? - With my approval.

It was a false promotion.

You never let Cosmo make any decisions.

You say he isn't ready to lead,

but he never had a chance. Not with you micromanaging him.

- Objection! Badgering the witness. - Overruled.

After my client made

"little changes" to your restaurant,

it led to an 18% increase in revenue.

Cosmo knew what he was doing.

I want the record to show

that was my stomach.

This case has given me much to think about...

and a craving for souvlaki.

Maybe I'll order my lunch from Li'l Zeus's?

Or Zeus's.

We'll see.

- Hey. - Oh.

Uh, can we talk later? I have a client in ten.

You seemed off last night,

and when I woke this morning, you were already gone.

Is everything okay?

What do you think?

I'm really sorry about that.

But I told you, it was an accident.

Kelly, it wasn't just the cupboard.

- It was how angry you got. - You're right.

I shouldn't have escalated things.

I was having lunch with a friend.

- I'm allowed to do that. - You are.

And I wanted to trust you

when you said she was just a friend.

- But Lucy, given your track record... - "Track record"?

You were already in a relationship when you met Maggie,

then you cheated on her.

And didn't you tell Maggie Asha was "just a friend"?

That was just...

I have always been honest with you.

And I want to believe you.

But you have to admit, you have a pattern,

and we both know patterns are hard to break.

Kelly, I swear,

okay, there is nothing going on between Amber and me.

Then why didn't you tell me about your lunch date?

Would you have told me if I hadn't surprised you?

I don't know why I didn't tell you.

Maybe there was a part of me that thought you'd be jealous,

and I wanted to avoid conflict.

But you're right.

I should have told you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, babe.

Come here.

I think we can all agree that taking this matter to court

has been... emotionally draining.

For all of us.

We propose a settlement.

We're open to hearing your offer.

My client agrees to drop the challenge,

as long as your client

raises his sister's amount to $1 million.

That's very reasonable, Grace.

Of course, you think it's reasonable.

Six to him, one to me?

Are you serious?

_

Who got the bigger room when we were kids?

Because "boys need more space".

Theo got bigger portions at dinner.

Dad even gave him my gold coins.

There were gold coins?

The ones they put in red packets for Lunar New Year.

Made of chocolate!

If I could get us back on track...

And when that bungalow across the street from Dad

went on the market,

- guess who he told first? - Can you stop?

You're not the only one who suffered because of Dad.

Yeah, I moved in across the street,

because he guilted me into it.

Oh, boo-hoo! Our whole lives,

Dad gave you everything and me nothing!

He gave you freedom!

After your divorce, you got to travel the world!

Find your... passion!

I had to stay back and take care of dad's family business.

Real estate. You think that was my dream?

I never had the option to leave!

As far as I'm concerned, I earned every cent of that inheritance.

And the judge will agree.

Mr. Leung provided a codicil,

but the reasons he offers

for dividing his assets so unfairly

are laced with hidden sexism.

Ms. Bianchi, I am not interested

in your conspiracy theory.

From what I can see,

- Mr. Leung outlined valid... - Psst!

Reasons for bequeathing the bulk of his estate

to his son.

Sorry for the interruption, Your Honor.

What is it?

We got those translations back.

Uh, Counsel?

Any time now.

Your Honor, with your permission,

we'd like to submit new evidence.

A will Mr. Leung drew up 32 years ago,

when he and his wife still lived in Guangdong, China.

Objection. Counsel never shared this evidence with us in discovery.

We'll need more time to review it.

You never gave us a chance to review the codicil.

Your Honor, these documents

only just came back from our translator.

What's good for the gander's good for the goose, Mr. Bianchi.

"I, Ke Leung, hereby leave my entire estate

to my beloved son

and sole beneficiary, Theo Leung."

This will was written two days after Theo was born.

It makes no mention

of Mr. Leung's eldest child, Grace Leung.

Your Honor, what could my client have done

to deserve being disinherited at three years old,

except be born a girl?

This case isn't just about money to my client.

It's about fairness.

Grace has stated that,

should she get her fair share of the estate,

she'll leave everything to her niece and nephew when she dies.

And she promises to divide their inheritance... equally.

This new evidence demonstrates

that the codicil was merely a cover

for the pre-existing inequity.

Grace Leung is entitled to half of her father's estate.

You're pretty down for someone who just inherited $3.5 million.

Just wondering if it was worth it.

Do you have a brother?

Half-brother. We're not close.

I never really understood

when people talk about their siblings that way.

Yeah, you and your brother actually like each other.

When Theo and I were kids...

there was this boy on our bus.

He made fun of our accents,

said my lunch looked like worms.

So, I threw it at him.

Sounds like he deserved it.

When I got to class,

there was another Thermos in my bag.

Theo knew I didn't have a lunch, so he gave me his.

Sometimes, it just felt like it was the two of us

against everyone,

even when Dad tried to pit us against each other.

Guess he finally got his wish.

As someone whose father treats sibling rivalry

like a spectator sport,

I know how easy it is for someone to drive a wedge.

Doesn't mean you have to let them.

So, I told the driver, "Step on it."

Then I raced up the court steps,

burst through the door, and said,

"Stop the proceedings! I have new evidence."

Ooh! Okay, I just got chills.

Ms. Bianchi said I saved the day, so.

Impressive.

Well, you know, she said it with her eyes, but...

I was just heading out for a late lunch.

- I'm thinking Japadog. - Oh, I love that place.

It's like the little bonito flakes are dancing.

Have a good time.

Are you coming or what?

Now, my client is distressed

about having to take his own son to court.

So, we have a proposition.

Let's hear it.

After you left, running Zeus by myself...

the computer system, the apps, and...

I told you, there are YouTube tutorials.

But then you have to watch the whole video!

That's how it works.

Truth is, you kept us afloat.

Thanks for acknowledging that.

Uh, what's the offer?

Once I retire, I can't stand the thought of Zeus shutting down.

I want you... to take over.

- You said I wasn't ready. - I wasn't ready. Zeus was my life.

Guess I will have to find another meaningful way

to waste my time.

You do have three grandchildren.

Meh.

We'll need a clause specifying a date of retirement.

Ah, sooner than you think.

We'll need a specific date, Mr. Papadopoulos.

How about the end of this month?

But all this is on the condition that Li'l Zeus's gets shut down.

Uh, okay, okay.

But... or we could break down that wall and expand.

Well...

... if that's what you want to do.

He folded... like a cheap suit.

Just walked away from everything he built.

Or he realized his son was perfectly capable

of running the business without him.

It sounds like Cosmo's father had a choice...

legacy...

or competition.

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Can I have a word?

Are you gonna outline all the ways

I mishandled this case, too?

No.

I thought you handled it well.

How would you feel about being promoted

to equity partner?

I would be open to that.

Good.

Jerri will set a partners' meeting

and we'll discuss this further...

Daniel.

Can we keep this between us for now?

I don't know who would

willingly go to a sixth-grade school band concert?

Frank's taking Isabelle.

Ah.

Well, in that case...

It's just an hour. Two, tops.

It's not like it's a courtroom... it's just parents.

And what are they gonna do?

Dis-invite me to the next bakesale?

Don't get too comfortable. We're going out.

- Where? - To see our grandson.

- Wonderful! What's the plan? - School concert.

Ah.

Hey.

Is everything okay?

We've hit a rough patch.

So, I've been thinking...

- What's this? - Open it.

I think you and I need to take a break from all this.

Explore some place new... together.

It's an all-inclusive Mexican Riviera cruise.

A cruise?

Uh... that's so thoughtful of you.

Let's take a look at our schedules

and bat around a few destinations.

But I already booked it.

- We leave in two weeks. - But I have clients. I...

It was a flash sale. No changes or refunds.

I know it was impulsive,

but I just got a check for my last keynote.

I wanted to make a big, romantic gesture.

But I get it, if you can't go.

No. I can.

Of course, I... I'll make it work.

- Yeah? - Yeah, thank you.

Ooh! We're going to Cancun!

That was the longest hour of my life.

Mm, between the two of you,

I don't know who was snoring the loudest.

It was Ms. Bianchi.

- _ - Ah!

Well done.

You were amazing.

Did you like it?

Oh, we had a great time.

What was your favourite song?

Oh... I can't pick just one.

Uh, what was yours?

Meghan Trainor... "All About That Bass".

I-I'd give that one the edge, as well.

Great job!

Ohh!

You came.

Where's Ben?

He got tied up with a case.

Double homicide.

Nico, you played "Sweet Caroline" like a pro. Your practice paid off!

Thank you. I wobbled a bit near the end.

Oh, no one noticed.

Thank you all for coming. Um, if you'll excuse me,

I need to go clean out my spit trap.

Oh!

There's Eliza Thorpe.

I love her new lips. I'll be right back.

Ahem.

We're gonna mingle.

- It's nice seeing you again. - Nice seeing you, too.

Mm.

Those, uh... lemon bars look reasonably edible.

Care to try one?

Good for Frank, because, I swear,

that girl must feel like a reward

after all those years he spent with that woman.

- Hi, Roger. - Abby.

Quick question... what's Sally's reward for you?

Uh...

My business card, for your inevitable divorce.

It's a shame men like that are allowed to procreate.

I'll meet you at the car.

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