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Previously on Family Law...

We've determined that you've fulfilled the terms of your probation.

I've drawn up an offer.

We're gonna be one big unhappy family.

I know you have a boyfriend, and I would

hate to do anything to ruin our friendship.

You have no part in my daughter's life.

Everyone has the right to change.

Not just their minds, but who they are.

I am officially Harmony's parent.

Oh god, sorry.

Harry?

I am ordering a nesting arrangement.

You will both take turns living in the family home.

We had more good times than bad.

We had great times.

Morning, Ralph.

You're supposed to say,

"Morning, Sam."

Looney Tunes? Wolf and the Sheepdog?

I have an eight o'clock, so...

- Where will you be staying? - The Executive Studios downtown.

Don't go crazy with the pay-per-view.

I've said goodbye to the kids.

They have to make their beds every morning. No exceptions.

No phones at the supper table.

Shoes off at the front door.

No sugary snacks after eight.

I'm their mother, Frank, not the new live-in nanny.

I printed out instructions.

The fridge is stocked.

Please do a shop before you leave.

Recycling goes out on Tuesday.

Oh, and the main floor toilet's on the fritz.

Plumbers come in between two and four.

The number's on the list.

I can't be here between two and four.

- I have a full workday. - I'm sorry, Abby. It's your week.

Hi, we have a plumber booked for today

at 2 p.m. at the Bianchi residence.

I'm gonna have to reschedule that.

Same time next week?

Perfect, thanks.

Oh, the fruits of my loins.

- Mmm, Soph, I love your hair. - You're wrecking it.

Oh, I can't breathe.

Well, get used to it.

Mom week's gonna be chock-a-block with hugs.

Oh, uh, and kids,

let's not use the main floor toilet this week, okay?

Oh, Running Man.

Oh, that's a classic.

But hold on, what about the sprinkler?

How's that one go again?

Okay.

What?

Huh?

- I mean... - Yeah, no.

I told you, it's impossible to pick a best 90s dance move.

- No, I got it. - Okay.

You did it.

Wow!

- Okay, "The Carlton," for the win. - Thank you.

Awww

So I heard from Quinn last night.

He's gonna be back in a couple of weeks.

It's gonna be a hard transition for him.

He doesn't know anyone here.

He'd only just moved when he got his next assignment.

Well then... our friendship matters more than...

So let's just stick to the friend part from now on.

- Thanks, friend. - You're welcome. Friend.

That was the absolute last time.

We pinky promised.

You've been pinky promising every day for two weeks.

Once we pinky promised four times in an afternoon.

Daniel!

I didn't expect you to be so judgy.

Oh, says the man who wouldn't talk to me for two weeks

when he found out I cheated on Maggie.

I'm not cheating.

Martina is.

That argument would never hold up in court.

Hey. Thought you were taking some time off.

I was, but I got bored out of my nut.

But... didn't your nesting arrangement start today?

Yeah... Frank gave me a list of house rules for my house.

- How's your new place? - It's fine.

I feel like I'm back in residence.

Two mugs, two plates, mattress on the floor.

Wow, Maggie really did take everything, didn't she?

Why don't we do an IKEA run with the kids?

Nico loves IKEA.

He'll eat Swedish meatballs till he pukes.

I'd like that.

You know, I could find her easy peasy.

No, I just, I don't want to make things worse.

She abducted your child.

How could it be worse?

Her dad's letting me know that she's safe.

I just need to give her some space.

Promise me, Abby.

No, no pinky promises.

- Just look me in the eye and say it. - Fine.

I promise.

And then when Brian's new girlfriend joined them in Indonesia...

Nina felt like a third wheel and came home early.

So you've told us about 30 times.

But why did she specifically seek me out to tell me all that?

She didn't.

She ran into you on the way to her accountant's.

And so she says.

And she keeps turning you down when you ask her out for lunch.

Because she still hasn't gotten over her jet lag.

Svensson & Svensson, how may I direct your call?

- Morning, everyone. - Morning.

Of course, you can come in as early as this morning.

Abigail, I apologize.

If I'd had any idea you were still in your mother's house,

- I'd have put on a robe. - Please, stop talking.

That was someone named Hannah Darrow.

She wants a consult, so I booked her in for 10 AM

- Did she say who with? - No.

- Please don't call... - Dibs.

I'm partner. That's automatic dibs.

Buzz me when she arrives.

You have got to put a stop to this.

They're behaving like toddlers.

Nothing wrong with a little sibling rivalry.

Keeps them on their toes.

- Mr. Svensson, Hannah Darrow is here. - Be right there.

You can let him out in 15.

So what brings you in today, Hannah?

My ex-husband has tried to steal my property.

Your home, a car?

My unborn child.

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♪ You got nothing legit ♪

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♪ The glove don't fit ♪

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♪ You got to acquit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ The charges won't stick 'Cause ♪

♪ I ain't no sucker ♪

♪ Ain't your lollipop ♪

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♪ You can kiss my sweet ♪

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Terry and I were married for 22 years.

We met at university in a astronomy club.

We got into this huge argument as to whether Pluto was a planet,

or a dwarf planet.

It was downgraded to a dwarf planet nine years later.

- So I was right. - Fascinating, but...

We had... so much fun.

We never fought.

We were that couple.

You know, the one all your friends envy?

Mm, I remember those days.

And two years ago, he said, "Honey... I'm gay".

That must have been very painful.

Six months later, he fell in love...

with Jean-Paul.

You mentioned your unborn child.

Terry and I have two children.

Boy and a girl. 18 and 20.

They're amazing kids.

They were conceived through in vitro.

I wanted to try for a third with our remaining embryo.

But Terry said no.

He was done.

Now he wants it.

So he and Jean-Paul can have a child with a surrogate.

Well, he may want it, but there's no way he'll get it.

Not without your permission.

So you'll help me?

Yeah, of course.

If you just sign this retainer agreement,

we'll make it official.

Daniel!

This is Hannah, my new client.

The mailbox is full and can't accept any messages at this time.

Knock, knock!

Irma, please.

Come in.

For someone who's had two whole weeks off,

you look like crap.

My neighbours are making my life hell.

Just because I asked them to keep their kids inside

between 11 and 4.

That's my nap window.

So I tell my cab driver his English is very good.

And he flips!

It was a compliment.

All I said to my granddaughter is she might want to go easy

on the Nanaimo bars.

And now I am persona non grata.

She's awful.

Well, so dump her.

I can't just fire a client.

Especially not someone like her.

- She's paranoid and... - I know you locked me in my office.

- Speaking of paranoid... - It's not paranoid if it's true.

So this is more like it.

Look, Mother, you can't be here.

Work is my safe space.

Lucy.

- Mmm! How are you holding up? - I'm doing okay.

- Dan? - Daniel.

Is your mother still gallivanting about God knows where?

If by God knows where you mean Guatemala?

No, she's back.

Her firm doesn't run itself.

Since you're both here, I have news.

- I'm selling the house. - What?

Someone slipped an offer through my mailbox.

An offer I couldn't refuse.

Where am I supposed to go during my non-nesting weeks?

You're 41, Abigail. You'll figure it out.

Hello, gorgeous. I booked us a table at CinCin.

- They're...? - Shut up.

- I didn't say anything. - It's preemptive.

- They seem happy. - Yeah, they do.

We all know how this story ends.

Hey, Nico.

One thing I bet you didn't know is that Pluto isn't a planet.

It's a dwarf planet, mom. Everybody knows that.

Uh, where are all my favorite plates?

Dad likes the stuff that Nana and Nono gave you guys better.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, where are my cookbooks?

The ones you never cook from?

- They're aspirational. - Mm!

And where are all my other books?

And the mirror I bought in Venice.

And my Jane Erwin sculpture.

My books, my artwork, my knickknacks, my spare shoes, my winter coats.

Even any photos of me.

He tried to erase my presence.

He'll never stop being my house or my kids.

On the bright side, at least you still have your things.

And your kids.

Oh, come on, Lucy. I didn't mean...

You ever hear about the woman who cried because she had no shoes?

Then she met the woman who had no feet.

The woman with no shoes has every right to be upset.

Especially if her ex dumped them in a box in the garage.

Things are looking up this month.

Abby's already brought in 10 new clients.

One of which she stole from under me yesterday.

And how, pray tell, did she do that?

- She trapped me in my office. - Danny, listen to yourself.

You sound like one of those QAnon people.

Besides, any new business is good for

the firm and therefore good for us.

Putting your sister on an eat-what-you-kill

deal was one of my better ideas.

Keeps her hungry.

If she keeps this up, she'll soon be out-earning you.

Jean-Paul's always wanted kids.

No one is stopping you from starting a family, Mr. LaRoche.

You can use your sperm or Mr. Martin's with an egg from a surrogate.

It's not that simple.

Given his age, Terry's sperm is less likely to produce viable embryos.

And Jean-Paul has a family history of genetic disease.

I've drawn up paperwork to make it clear Ms. Darrow

never needs to pay support or be part of the child's life.

Just erase her from the picture?

You do realize she'd still be the child's biological mother?

Please, Hannah. We stand a much greater chance

of success with this embryo.

Look at the two beautiful children we created.

Exactly.

We created them.

And thanks to you, we don't exist anymore.

My client has suffered more than enough.

Our answer is no.

Well, we were hoping to solve this amicably,

but the contract that Hannah and Terry signed clearly states

that either person can claim the unused embryo,

and Terry... is claiming it.

We'll leave you two to discuss.

I... begged him to have a third child.

I thought he didn't want another kid.

But he just didn't want another kid... with me.

We can fight this, right?

Of course.

You've done cases like this before, right?

She hasn't, but Daniel Svens... Ow!

I'm gonna fight like hell for you, Hannah.

You have my word.

And... she wanted a third child, but he refused.

If he had his way, she'd be pretty much

forced to have a child against her will.

It's... taking her control away from her own body.

But is it part of her body anymore?

It's been in a freezer for decades.

And she's not being forced to carry it or have anything to do with it.

It will be her child.

Imagine knowing you had a son or daughter out there,

but you had no part in their life.

Harry's parenting experience in a nutshell.

It's his DNA, too.

Remember, that has to count for something.

Harvesting eggs is much more involved

and painful than harvesting sperm.

Mr. Martin just had to harvest into a cup.

What about you?

You must have an opinion on this.

Nope.

Says a man who fancies himself a fertility expert.

Fertility law expert.

And your client, not mine.

So, here's the thing.

There's a woefully out-of-date contract that

gives Hannah's ex the right to use the embryo.

Mm, that is a pickle.

And when I look at past cases for precedent, it's... all over the map.

Have you heard of the Personhood Movement?

Right-to-life groups arguing that embryos should

be treated like children instead of property?

Under that definition, Terry would win.

But in Monroe v. Bennett...

I'm well aware of that case.

The court concluded that his right not to be

a parent outweighed her right to be a parent.

So, under that definition, Hannah would win.

Can you think aloud in your own office?

Because I have, uh, work to do.

I need to win this... for Hannah.

And... I could use your help.

All right. I'll help you.

Thank you.

If you make me first chair and I get the billable hours.

- We split them 50-50. - 60-40, final offer.

- Fine. - Show me the paperwork.

I was thinking of going in with a pro-choice argument.

You're overthinking this. Why open a political can of worms?

What do you suggest?

I'm going to go back to the very first

thing you said when you walked in here.

This contract is woefully out-of-date.

- So you're saying... - We poke holes in the paperwork.

Yawn.

Fine.

But yawn.

I am your child, Mother.

Not your indentured servant.

Oh, I like to thank my reward for bringing you into this world

after 36 hours of labor and 12 stitches

is that you must forever be both.

If I write a memoir one day, you will not enjoy the read.

Mom, I'm starving.

- We always have dinner at six. - All right.

Okay. Dinner coming right up.

Delicious pasta and homemade bolognese sauce.

Homemade by our father.

Where's the salad?

Dad always makes us salad so we can get our roughage.

Here.

Roughage, sir.

So I was thinking, how about we eat in front of the TV tonight?

A little reward for your hard work.

Dad won't let us eat on the couch.

Dad's not here. Mom is.

Meaning Mom makes the rules.

We're not allowed to put our feet up on the coffee table.

I bought this coffee table, kiddo.

So put your feet up or no dessert.

_

Uh, Mom?

- I am pooped. - We rode 10k around the seawall.

- At a glacial pace. - Craig likes to take in the view.

I have some leftovers and a really cool bottle of orange wine.

Martina, what are we doing?

I don't know. I haven't seen Quinn for four months.

and the conversations are really extremely late.

It's no excuse.

I don't want to be this person.

It's not fair to him or you.

Let me make it easy, this time.

I'll go home.

Give you some space to think about what you want.

I know what I want.

I'm so proud of you.

You set boundaries.

Yeah, and I spent the whole night staring at my phone

like a hormonal teenager hoping she'd reach out.

I even put "You Belong With Me" on repeat.

Oh, you're a Swifty.

You know what they say.

If you love someone, set them free.

If they come back, they're yours.

And if they don't, hunt them down and extradite them.

I have something to tell you and you might be mad at me.

Story of your life.

Because you made me promise not to do this.

Sequel to the story of your life.

I hired my PI to track down Maggie and Harmony.

- Abby! - And there's the trilogy.

How could you?! You promised me.

Do you want to see the photos or not?

They're in a condo in Florida with Maggie's mom.

See, now we can move on to the next steps.

Call the local authorities, have

Maggie arrested, extradited and charged

- with child abduction. - Whoa.

And if Maggie's in prison, you'll have full parenting.

Are you nuts?

I don't want Maggie thrown in jail.

She's Harmony's mother.

- You're her mother too. - Abby, I'm serious.

Don't you dare.

She'll reach out when she's ready.

You're welcome.

Emily came to me in my dreams last night.

It's been 10 years and I still miss her so much.

My friends say I should get over her but...

grief doesn't work to a schedule.

I could actually feel her rough little tongue licking my face.

Jesus Christ.

- What did you say? - It's a cat.

Get over it already.

Irma... I am... I'm so sorry.

That was out of line.

Same time next week?

I can't believe Lucy's giving her a free pass.

She's just gonna let her take their kid to Disney World every weekend?

Aiden, we're meeting for lunch.

Oh my God, you're pining.

- I'm not pining. - Yeah, you are.

Widdle Daniel wikes someone.

Come on, who is she? And has she banged our father?

It says the woman whose mother's banging our father.

Hey, Roz.

What courtroom are we in?

Courtroom A with Deer-in-the-Headlights Deerchild.

He's been trying to decide between a

bagel or a muffin for the last 15 minutes.

In conclusion, the language in the contract is clear.

Mr. Martin is entitled to access the embryo for procreation.

He is simply exercising those rights.

Counsel rests.

Mr. Svensson?

Your Honor, the language in this contract would never hold up today.

But even so, opposing counsel is misinterpreting its intent.

For the couple to access their embryo together,

or to allow one of them to access the

embryo in the event of their spouse's death.

It was never intended for one party to use it

over the objections of the other living spouse.

Any contract being drawn up today would

require contemporaneous mutual consent.

Maybe so, but the contract remains a legally binding document.

Not if one of the signers didn't fully understand the terms.

Your Honor, nowadays these documents generally

contain three options for contested embryos.

Donate.

Give to research.

Destroy.

We ask for an order restraining Mr. Martin from

utilizing the embryo without Ms. Darrow's consent.

Then we would like the embryo destroyed.

You've given me a lot to chew on over lunch.

Aside from my actual lunch.

I should have my decision later this afternoon.

You would rather destroy our embryo than

let us have this chance at happiness.

- Karma's a bitch, Jerry. - Hannah, please.

Why don't you and Jean-Paul get a couple of French bulldogs and call it a day?

Objection!

Uh, inflammatory.

And stereotyping.

She's oozing bitterness.

I've seen it happen to friends.

Madly in love one day and wanting to tear each other's faces off the next.

Well, I've definitely wanted to tear Frank's face off more than once.

Last time was yesterday.

Didn't Sofia Barguera's ex take her to court to claim their embryo?

He did. And he lost.

- And I'm fascinated that you know that. - Mmm.

I'm kind of an expert when it comes to all things Barguera.

You should probably know..

She'd be my one free pass.

I'm comfortable with those odds.

I gotta say, I can't imagine why anyone would

want to start a new family at this stage in life.

Her ex has to be in his 40s.

Well, he's met the second great love of his life.

All the love in the world wouldn't be enough to convince me.

But never say never, right?

Sorry, Aiden.

But I can 100% say never.

Harry! Hi! Probably not a good idea to bring your

latest fling this close to the courthouse.

Abigail, this is Sabrina...

Just FYI, the other woman he's schtupping is my mother.

Abigail, this is Sabrina Bass.

Soon to be ex-wife of Connery Bass.

Well... you can't go wrong with Harry Svensson.

He's the best of the best.

Thank you... for lunch.

I may be in touch... but probably not.

Have you lost your mind?

She's about to go through a long, nasty divorce.

The fees could fill our coffers for years.

Why on earth would your mind immediately plunge into the gutter?

Maybe because that's what you do, Harry.

- Lather, rinse, repeat. - People change, Abigail.

Some people do.

Just end it.

Now, before my mother becomes even

more invested, do her that courtesy.

Do me that courtesy, because I'm going to be the one

left trying to pick up the pieces of her tiny, pickled heart.

Again!

This was a tough one.

Embryo ownership and control are highly

complex, and the laws can't keep up.

In most cases, the courts are ruling

against the party who wishes to procreate.

But... other courts have defied the trend.

And gosh darn it, if both arguments don't make a lot of sense.

I went back and forth on this one.

Back and forth...

I've decided the only responsible decision

is to let the original contract stand.

So, my ex gets to have my baby, and there's nothing I can do about it?

Sorry, Hannah, the judgment is ruling.

Well, there is one thing.

If the original contract stands, that means you

also have access to the embryo for procreation.

Whatever he says is not as bad as it's about to sound.

Abigail just convinced our client to have a revenge baby.

Our job is to act in the best interests of the client.

So, how is letting her have a revenge baby in her best interest?

Stop calling it a revenge baby.

Hannah has always wanted a third child.

At least this way she's in control.

She's only doing it to spite her ex.

This business is built on spite.

I once had a client who went to jail for sinking his yacht

because it was less painful than seeing it go to his wife.

Think about this from Hannah's point of view.

Why should he get everything he wants while she gets nothing?

He kept his secret from her for years just

so he could use her as a prop for his denial.

- How old is Hannah? - Late 40s.

It would be a geriatric pregnancy.

Those come with a lot of risks.

Well, if she's lucky, the pregnancy won't stick.

Abigail, your legal advice was morally questionable.

- Thank you. - But it was also creative.

This means you'll have to go back in front of the judge,

which means more billable hours.

So, I can't see a downside.

I want no part of this.

Keep the hours.

I kept a secret from Eleanor for years.

- Oh, I wasn't suggesting... - But I never used her.

I didn't tell her because I was terrified of hurting her.

I know you may find it hard to believe,

but maybe Hannah's ex kept his

secret for years... because he loved her.

He may still love her in his own way.

Maybe.

Or maybe he's just another selfish dick who put his own needs first.

Applied Psychology and Behaviorism Conference.

Yes, last May.

- You're Dr. Garcia. - Oh, gosh. Please call me Kelly.

You gave a great talk on patterns of behavior within families.

Thanks.

Hi, everyone, and welcome to Boxing for Beginners.

To start, I'd like everyone to pair up.

One of you grab the gloves, the other, the pads.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Honestly, I don't even know why I'm here.

My friend convinced me to join, and then she bailed on me last minute.

We'll be learning all about proper technique in a minute.

But to start, I simply want you guys to show me what you got.

Don't just punch the pad.

- Punch through them - OK.

So, why are you here?

Is anyone celebrating nine months sober?

Big C!

Ten months?

Congratulations, Abigail.

Have I missed anyone?

- Oh, me. You forgot me. - Of course.

- Pam's getting a medallion this evening. - Nice job, Pam.

Three years sober.

I bought a cake to celebrate.

My sponsor was supposed to bake it for me,

but, well, we've all tasted Ruth's baking.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry, I got a bit carried away earlier.

It's all good.

But... can I ask you a question?

Are you okay?

You must be feeling very proud.

I kind of am, yeah.

It's nice to get the heavy lifting out of the way.

Oh, grasshopper, that heavy lifting's barely begun.

I think you're ready to move on to step four.

Which is?

Moral inventory.

It's a written assessment of your life,

including your weaknesses, character defects.

Well, that would fit on a Post-It note.

Would it?

Helps you get to the root of any unhealthy patterns of behavior.

- Like? - Like, why is your go-to

position always an eye for an eye instead of turn the other cheek?

Why is your go-to position always, "quote treacly biblical shit"?

And my sister finished telling me that she

wants to extradite my ex for child abduction.

Sounds like a plot of a Lifetime movie.

I carried all of that into my session

and broke one of the cardinal rules.

I let my personal baggage interfere with my work.

To be fair, that is a lot of personal baggage.

And there's a psychologist out there

who hasn't wanted to do what you did.

But most of them don't.

I'm just terrified that she'll lodge a formal complaint.

And her favorite pastime is suing people.

She's paying for her therapy with the

money she got from suing her dentist.

She sounds like a nightmare.

But from what you've described, she's a

narcissist who loves to hear herself talk.

I'd be willing to bet she shows up at our next appointment.

And in the meantime, be kind to yourself.

Watch a Lifetime movie.

Don't be a Lifetime movie.

- How you holding up? - Thank God for Lorazepam.

You want to know something weird?

- It's our anniversary today. - You're kidding.

Every year to celebrate, we go out to Porto Cove,

stargaze, bring champagne and pizza...

Hannah, I'll see you inside, okay?

- Hey! How's your week been? - Oh, fine. No thanks to you.

You stripped the house of my stuff.

Did you bring in an exorcist too?

I'm sorry, Abby.

I honestly forgot that I did it ages ago.

I couldn't handle having all those constant reminders of you.

I should have put them back. I will put them back.

Too late. I already did it.

I really am sorry.

See you tonight?

See you tonight.

Oh, hey.

Everything go okay with the plumber?

Got to fly. Late for court.

This is a waste of everyone's time, Your Honor.

Ms. Darrow doesn't want to have a baby.

She's only doing this to be punitive.

I urge you to stick to your previous ruling

and award my client ownership of the embryo.

Your Honor, I'd like to call Terry Martin to the stand.

Mr. Martin, is it true that when you were

married, Hannah wanted a third child?

- Yes. - Is it also true that you refused?

Objection. The man's allowed to change his mind.

And you walked out on her after 22 years of marriage.

A marriage constructed on a foundation of secrets and lies.

Objection. Speculation.

Sustained. But I will admit, I am riveted.

It wasn't a lie.

I grew up in a very religious household.

I forced myself to believe I was straight for years.

And now you rub salt in the wound by

wanting a third child, just not with her.

And you want her, the child's biological

mother, to have nothing to do with said child.

- Okay, about a thousand objections. - No! I want to answer!

I would love for Hannah to be a part of the child's life,

but she made it very clear she doesn't want to be a part of our lives.

Can you blame her? You used her as your beard for decades.

I didn't. I love her.

I still love you.

You're not the only one who lost something when we split up.

You were my best friend.

Can we please get back on point?

Good idea, Ms. Sugimoto.

Fine. The point.

Terry and Jean-Paul have options for procreation and much better odds.

Hannah, a woman in her late 40s, has about 3% of her egg supply left.

3 percent!

This embryo is her last chance.

Counsel rests.

Thank you, Mr. Martin.

This has been a rollercoaster ride of a case.

And... whatever decision I make, someone will leave here unhappy.

But after hearing the arguments, I have to agree with Miss Bianchi.

I award ownership of the embryo to Miss Hannah Darrow.

Congratulations.

Hannah... how are you feeling?

Not good.

Bad. Really bad.

Who am I kidding? I am 48. I am alone.

Having a baby was hard enough when I was

20 years younger and there were two of us.

Can I make an observation?

I know he hurt you, but after what I heard in there,

it's clear he still loves you.

Just.... not in the way a husband loves a wife.

- He took my best years. - Did he, though?

Honestly... it sounds like you had a great marriage.

Better than most.

Maybe he didn't tell you for all those years... because he loved you.

Nina texted me back.

How about coffee before work?

Thursday or Friday next week?

Who looks foolish now?

You really want me to answer that?

Good morning.

- I'm here to see Harry Svensson. - Do you have an appointment?

I'm sorry, appointments?

Miss Bass, so nice to see you. Right this way.

I've done some fact checking and I'm ready to sign your retainer.

A wise choice.

- But your crazy daughter stays away. - That won't be a problem.

Right off the top of my head, I want the Palm Springs house.

Get this down, Cecile.

The Whistler House, the Tuscan Villa, Greased Lightning.

- Racehorse. - The Riopelles, Warhols, Rothko's.

- Paintings. - And Chef Butler and Driver.

Dogs?

The mailbox is full and can't accept any messages at this time.

And the elevator got mad at me just because I

told him his aftershave was triggering my nasal sensitivity.

Like it's my fault he smells like a urinal puck.

Irma, I am so glad to see you.

Interesting outfit.

I love how you don't care what anyone thinks.

Okay, what we have agreed on so far.

The parties will together find a suitable surrogate for the embryo.

And both parties agree to share the child's time equally.

And it's past my cocktail hour.

We worked out the basics.

We can settle on specifics later.

Happy anniversary.

Or non-iversary.

You can burn it if you want.

See what I did there?

Everyone left with their eyes intact.

Come on, you must have a proverb for that.

- Hey, Nico. - Mom.

What's that sound?

I forgot about what you said about not using the main floor toilet.

You want to grab an early dinner?

My boxing class doesn't start till seven.

Can't. Have to drop something off at a friend's.

Which friend?

It's not like that.

I ordered spot prawn risotto from Provence Marinaside.

It's only available for two

- weeks and it's Martina's favorite. - Daniel!

I'm really dropping off dinner for her and carrying on my way.

- It's not weird. - Yes, it is. Trust me on this.

- This is dangerous. - No. This is risotto.

- Evening, Ralph. - Evening, Sam.

- How'd everything go? - Fine. Good.

- How was the apart-hotel? - Adequate, you know? Beige.

Kind of lonely.

Well, see you in a week.

The kids told me to tell you that

as long as the new house has a pool,

they'll forgive you for selling the current one.

And what about you? Do you forgive me?

I'm gonna miss that place.

Well, your room is not going anywhere for another month.

It's okay.

Lucy's offering up her spare room.

And... bonus, there'll be no risk of

running into Harry naked in the kitchen.

Yes, your dad told me about your blow-up

yesterday in front of Sabrina Bass.

That's why I wanted to see you.

It may seem like fun right now, Mom,

but... someone is gonna get hurt and

that someone will inevitably be you.

- Hello to two of my favorite women. - Mmm.

What are you doing here?

I invited him because we have news to share.

So since the buyers wanted a quick close, while I house hunt...

She's going to move in with me.

Just until I find my new place.

I've tried to talk sense into both of you.

- Abigail, we are not children. - Here are the ground rules.

Neither of you are to speak to me about the other.

I don't want to hear about your latest quarrel.

I don't even want to hear the good stuff.

When you break up, and I emphasize when,

I will not be forced to choose sides.

Where are you going? We haven't ordered dinner yet.

And I forbid you to breathe a word of

this to Nico or Sofia because, unlike me,

they'll be crushed when this blows up.

You were right.

My client actually showed up.

- Blessing and a curse? - Yeah, I don't know how to thank you.

How about you buy the drinks this time?

You must be Daniel.

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