Previously on Family Law...
My name is Abigail and I'm, uh...
a schm-alcoholic.
No other lawyer in town would touch you...
Not even your own firm.
Daniel and Lucy Svensson, your brother and sister.
I don't want to have to explain my 40-year-old boomerang kid
on the first date. Go!
- It'll be nice having you back home. - "... ish." Home-ish.
Ever since you arrived, I hate coming to the office.
Not at all thrilled to be your co-counsel...
But I guess it's a small price to pay for partnership.
I did what you asked. I made Daniel partner.
Gay people want civil unions... Fine...
But don't force the rest of us to redefine
the legal definition of marriage
to suit your agenda!
This is the same woman that said
trans people were mentally ill attention-seekers.
It was a great interview!
Except for the part where you're dating Crystal Steele.
She was...
- this morning. - Ew.
That time you kissed Lucy, did you know she was married?
- It's over. - Yes, it is.
By the way... I'm pregnant.
Who's Felicity?
Frank.
And you... must be Felicity.
Have a great night, you two.
She found out.
I didn't know where else to go.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted to think better of Frank, I really did.
But he's just like the rest of them,
ruled by his joystick.
It's utterly selfish!
The worst kind of betrayal.
If I ruled the world, I would go Old Testament...
I'd round up all the cheaters, line 'em up against a wall,
and stone them to death!
Ahem.
Who are you, and why are you in my pajamas?
Mom... this is Lucy.
- Abby's sister. - Half-sister.
Oh.
You're the one he had with his secretary.
And might I ask why you spent the night at my house?
I'm gonna let Lucy fill you in.
_
Well? Come on.
I'm dating a network TV personality.
Let me do a few shows first.
You're gonna knock it out of the park.
- Nobody does outrage better than you. - Mm-hmm.
Ah, this is the first time in my life
I don't have to do my own make-up.
Or lighting, or editing. I have a team!
Let's celebrate your debut over dinner at CinCin.
Perfect. I'll come by your office.
Or we can just meet at my place.
You still don't want me around your family, huh?
- It's complicated. - Well, at some point,
we're going to have to un-complicate it, because...
I'm not going anywhere.
Svensson and Associates. How may I direct your call?
Morning, Daniel. Craig. "Daniel Craig!"
"Svensson and Svensson," when you answer the phones.
Right! Of course. Congratulations again!
- Morning, Ms. Bianchi. - Morning, Nina. Why is Craig... ?
I adopted him.
He's mine.
Mm. Least you'll have one sentient being
who loves you just the way you are.
I'm gonna need you to write up
a publication of notice for the class action, ASAP.
Jerri, schedule a partners' meeting?
Cecil, contact I.T.. We need to update
the corporate logo.
And, Nina,
I'm gonna need you
to remove your personal items from your desk.
- Am I fired? - Of course not.
But you are first point of contact when clients arrive.
We need to project a professional image.
No, he's not gonna see the irony.
Boardroom in 10. New client. Don't be late.
He'll calm down once he's marked his territory.
And I'm not talking about the dog.
My husband, Bert, died a year and a half ago.
Oh, we're sorry for your loss.
He... left early one morning and never came home.
The police found his car by the Fraser River.
They found his Crocs washed up on shore.
His wallet was still in the car.
The only thing they didn't recover
- was Bert. - Norma...
I can't imagine what you're going through.
- Do you need help with his estate? - No.
Nothing like that.
No, I...
I watch a lot of cat videos.
I know, I know... "don't we all?"
A friend of mine sent me this one...
yesterday.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
That's Bert.
I'm sure of it.
My dead husband... is very much alive.
- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe - -- for www.addic7ed.com --
That was Bert's laugh.
And... you see the birthmark?
I thought it looked like an octopus.
- Bert thought it looked like a squid. - Norma...
our hearts go out to you, but the chances that it's him...
Okay. Just, um...
Our 25th wedding anniversary.
You see?
Let's just say for a minute that it is him.
If he's alive and well,
why wouldn't he contact you?
Well, uh...
Okay.
Uh, Bert and I,
we had a good marriage.
I worked at an insurance firm, Bert was self-employed.
An inventor...
Always coming up with the next great idea.
His specialty was the "all-in-one."
He invented this...
walking stick.
I mean, it had everything...
Barometer, thermometer,
compass, metal detector,
bear bell, shoe horn.
It could even pick up litter!
His ideas were terrific,
but never quite
right time/right place, you know?
Anyway, I'd saved up enough for us to do
the whole "Freedom 55" thing.
We were gonna buy a used VW van,
tour Canada from coast to coast,
but after he disappeared,
creditors started calling.
He'd drained all our savings
and... left me with nothing but a mountain of debt.
I... lost my job because of the stress.
Lost the house...
so, now...
I live in a basement suite
and work as a greeter at Bulk Bonanza. Sorry.
Time for my blood pressure pills.
Another of Bert's inventions... medication reminder.
You know there's an app for that...
Norma, are you suggesting
Bert may have faked his own death?
I don't know what to think.
That's why I was hoping you could help me find him.
Seriously? Daniel, that was the best you could do for her?
I gave her the names of three private investigators.
There's a very real possibility that her dirtbag husband
- faked his own death. - Even if he did,
pseudocide isn't a crime in and of itself.
Neither's being a "dirtbag husband."
Oh, hey, Frank.
Svensson and Associates.
How dare you come here?
What choice did I have? I must've called you a hundred times.
- 48. - I tried
to follow you last night, but Nico called, you know,
he wanted to be picked up from his sleepover.
Oh, did our son
ruin your secret rendezvous with Felicity?
Abby, nothing was gonna happen. She just wanted me
to... look at her PowerPoint presentation.
Oh, yeah? What was it called?
"How To Be a Homewrecker In Five Easy Steps?"
You're angry. I don't blame you,
but we need to present a united front for the kids.
You're moving back into the house.
You think that's still happening?
I can barely look at you
without wanting to scratch out your eyeballs!
Abby, they're expecting it.
You cannot do this to our children.
I can't do this to our children?
Okay, okay, bad choice of words.
Bad choices all around, Frank!
How many times do I have to tell you?
- It was just one drink. - You know, just go. Seriously.
Go!
Morning, Frank! How are my grandkids?
- Good. Fine. - Good!
If you want,
I can go stand against the wall, hand you a few stones.
Nah.
God forbid I broke the windows. They'd be a fortune to replace.
I still don't know why I did it.
I'm not an psychologist,
but it seems pretty obvious to me.
"Like father, like daughter?"
I wouldn't give Harry that much power.
You lost your mother
at a tender age.
I'm sure it's hard to fully commit to anyone,
in case you lose them, too.
That's pretty good.
So you say you've ended it with, uh, "Asha"?
- Yes. - Do you want Maggie back?
I forgave your father the first time he cheated on me.
It was the fourth and fifth times I struggled.
You're a good person, Lucy.
You're a good person who did a bad thing.
He made me get rid of my stuff, too.
He can have a real, live dog in the office,
but I can't have my happy panda stapler?
Cecil?
Do you have a minute?
It was super-simple.
I just messaged him and said I wanted to chat about
a "World's Funniest Cats" compilation.
- He got back to me right away. - Where is he, do you know?
Stuttgart, Germany.
- Hmm. - Goes by the name "Gunter".
Too bad you can't extradite someone for assholery.
Maybe I can get Norma some closure.
- Hello! - Hi.
I'm excited you wanted to use my video!
As are we.
- Gunter, when did you shoot the video? - Last month,
when I was on vacation in your beautiful province.
It was part of my Michael Bublé tour.
Where did you take the video?
It was shot on a pot farm?
65 clicks from Vancouver.
If he's here, he's hiding in plain sight.
_
Uh...
Before we approach,
maybe we should come up with a... a game plan.
It's hard to know how he's gonna react.
Norma...
- Norma! - Bert!
Bert. Bert!
You're alive!
- I can't believe you're alive! - Whoa, whoa, whoa...
You left me in so much trouble.
I'm sorry! I don't know what you're talking about!
Ezra?
- What's going on? - Not a clue, Leanne.
I've never seen this woman before in my life.
What are you talking about, Bert? I'm your wife!
'Kay, first off,
- my name's Ezra Warner. - Cut the crap, Bert.
You faked your own death a year ago
and left your wife with a pile of debt.
This is crazy.
- You've got the wrong person. - When did you two meet?
About a year ago?
He answered my ad...
- for a farmhand. - Let me guess.
He asked to be paid in cash?
Has he ever shown you a piece of I.D.?
- Opened a bank account? - You gotta believe me, Llama...
- I-I don't know these people. - "Llama"?
That's what you called me.
I had a funeral for you.
I mourned for you.
Get off our property. Now!
- Or I'm calling the police. - Better call a lawyer too, pal,
because you owe my client a shit-ton of money!
Oh, no, no, no.
Please. Allow me.
"I'm a partner now,
and you deliberately breached my authority."
I found Norma's dirtbag husband,
thereby bringing us a new client, so, you're welcome.
Bert Choi's driver's licence, courtesy of Norma.
Dig up whatever you can on him, or on "Laughing Grass Farms,"
- or on his alias, "Ezra Warner". - You got it.
I'm afraid there's been a change of plans.
I won't be moving into the basement suite.
We've jointly decided
that it's for the best.
- We just need a bit more time. - Do you think we're stupid?
This is just code for "Mom screwed up again."
What fresh horror will we find on YouTube this time?
Sofia. Enough.
Don't be so hard on your mother.
He threw you under the bus.
He just can't stand being the villain in all this.
He made this mess... He needs to take ownership.
To be fair, it's a tricky situation.
I'm sorry, did I ask for your opinion?
I'm just saying it must be upsetting for him, too.
Do you infidels have some sort of club?
Is there a loyalty program, or does that defeat the purpose?
Abigail.
At least Frank didn't cheat on me when I was pregnant.
I didn't cheat on Maggie...
once she was pregnant.
How much longer will you be imposing on our hospitality?
Abigail Jane Calliope!
Your sister had a momentary lapse of judgment.
A moment... ?
It went on for months!
You know what? I've lost my appetite.
Morning, everyone.
Good morning, Mr. Junior Svensson.
I see they spelled your name right.
Are you responsible for this?
My client, who, for sake of ease,
we will refer to as "Bert Choi"...
Duh, because it's his name.
Has lost all memories of his past.
You're pleading amnesia?
Actually, the psychiatric term is "dissociative fugue".
It's common for people in the midst of a fugue
to disappear and start new lives.
I have a much simpler diagnosis for you.
It's called "lying, cheating... "
Spin this any way you want, Mr. Krol.
It doesn't change the fact that...
We are going to force your client to pay his wife back
every last cent of the debt he incurred.
Forgive my junior colleague
for her shaky grasp on the basics of family law.
We're gonna get him to pay back half, as a family debt.
I am well aware of the basics,
but if this man had a shred of decency...
It's not about decency, Ally McBeal.
He could never pay back what you allege he owes.
Allege... ?
This isn't Pizzagate.
These are well-documented debts in his name.
Understood.
But my client has nothing to give.
I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused...
but I'm just a farmhand.
Oh, and Mr. Choi would like to start
formal divorce proceedings.
We'll be sending over the notice of claim this afternoon.
Norma, I would like to apologize...
For the fact that you got her exactly nothing?
For my colleague's utter lack of professionalism.
Excuse me.
I liked it better when he was dead.
"Ezra Warner" invented the first can opener in 1858.
Bert Choi has taken out
a lot of patents over the years.
"Laughing Grass" is a small organic grow-op,
just a few years old, owned by Leanne Porter.
And...
the company recently registered a patent...
Something called the "Port-a-Pothead."
Check this out.
It's an all-in-one for pot smokers.
There's a place to hold your weed
- and a place for rolling papers. - Even a built-in grinder.
And here's your pipe.
Ezra invented it.
It's an all-in-one...
So the guy's come up with another cheesy invention.
They've pre-sold 100,000 units of that "cheesy invention"
to the two biggest cannabis retail stores in the country.
Hello. Welcome to Bulk Bonanza.
Hello... Oh. Hi.
Norma... what if I told you Bert's about to make a lot of money
off one of his inventions?
I'd say my last shreds of optimism
have vanished into the wind.
In a previous life, I was a personal injury lawyer.
A really good one.
So here's what I want us to do.
We sue Bert's ass
for "intentional infliction of emotional harm,"
and we make that lying mother... fudger
pay back every last cent he owes you, and then some.
You gonna give me one of those?
Take 'em all, stretch-pants!
No. No way.
It's a risk for the firm. We get nothing unless we win.
Says the man whose middle names are "Pro" and "Bono".
Even if you do win,
this is hardly on the scale of the class action.
It'll barely cover our costs.
Just... just give this one to me, will you?
- I brought you that class action. - Why is this so important to you?
Norma loved Bert.
She believed in him.
Supported him.
Trusted him! And-And now he's faking amnesia
to pretend his life with her never happened.
He needs to be held accountable.
Fine. But you answer to Daniel.
And we set up a meeting with opposing counsel,
in case we can avoid taking this to court.
Thank you... for buying a pair of longer shorts!
Don't thank me. Thank Crystal.
Does she seem...
Yes.
The patent may be registered under "Laughing Grass",
but it's clearly Bert's invention.
Here's one for "the all-in-one make-up applicator".
Here's one for "the all-in-one kitchen utensil".
Oh, it's definitely his, but you'll never prove intentional harm.
The tort of intentional infliction of harm
has four elements.
One, the defendant must act intentionally,
two, the defendant's conduct must be extreme and outrageous,
and three, the conduct must be the cause of four...
Severe emotional distress.
Bert's actions the day he vanished check all the boxes.
Except... you can't prove he was trying to fake his own death.
Maybe Bert planned on returning home to his wife that day.
Maybe he slipped on the river bank and fell in.
- None of us knows for sure. - Bert knows.
Ah, but he doesn't.
You're not seriously suggesting
you believe this "dissociative fugue" B.S.?
I am, and I do.
And cases like this have to meet a very high threshold, so...
I'll see you in court.
Yannick. Seriously?
Is this because I didn't move to your firm?
Oh, ye of massive ego.
I had to take this, you know that.
Partnership.
It's my chance to take the firm in new directions.
Dude, it's Harry Svensson.
You think he's gonna relinquish even a modicum of control?
Sign says it all.
We need to get a professional opinion.
Bolster our case.
Luce, would you do an assessment? Results go to both parties.
Hell, yes.
We studied dissociative fugues at Stanford.
I haven't had first-hand experience.
Well, you still won't, 'cause Bert is lying.
Apparently, they're often caused by significant trauma or stress.
My uncle once got busted in a brothel
and he swore he didn't remember how he got there.
There's a famous story from the '50s...
Guy named Lawrence Bader disappeared on a fishing trip.
He was declared dead,
then, eight years later, he resurfaced in Nebraska,
but now he was "Fritz Johnson,"
and had no recollection of his previous life.
Proving only that lying, douchebag men are like cockroaches...
Rampant throughout history.
A team of psychiatrists studied him.
They concluded that he was telling the truth.
- Then they were duped. - Maybe.
It's hard to distinguish between a fugue and malingering.
- Faking it. - This guy's definitely faking it.
Oh, good! You're all here.
I'd like to invite you to a family dinner
- tomorrow night... you too, Jerri. - Why?
To celebrate Daniel's partnership.
- Do you think he also meant me? - No.
Thank you, Pam. Would anyone else like to share?
- I think Abby should. - Uh... that's not how it works, Pam.
You've been comin' here for months now and you haven't said a word.
You just sit there lookin' down your nose
at the rest of us.
She has a point.
Fine.
Bullies.
Oh, where to start?
Where we always start. By stating you're an alcoholic.
- And not a "schm-alcoholic". - Okay.
My name is Abby and...
I'm an alcoholic.
Hi, Abby.
When I first started coming here, I was in... deep denial.
But I've been working hard...
at getting better...
because I want my family back...
more than anything. Ahem.
And I thought it was what my husband wanted, too,
until I...
caught him in a hotel elevator
with another woman.
He says nothing was gonna happen, but, pfft, come on.
And since that happened, I...
want a drink all the time.
I just keep thinking...
I did all this work...
and for what?
What's that?
The pictures we made to decorate the basement.
I'm gonna give them to Mom
so that she can hang them at Jo-Jo's.
God, Nico! Don't you get it?
She screwed up everything.
- Again! She's a totally crap mother. - Stop it!
You didn't see her face
when she saw those texts on Dad's old phone.
Lucy's still asleep.
- Thank goodness for small mercies. - Now, now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?
This is a list of the top five divorce lawyers in town,
excluding your father.
I can help you set up short consults.
That way, Frank can't use any of them.
No one is talking about divorce.
That's irrelevant.
- It's strategic. - It's also not happening.
Sweetheart. A leopard seldom changes his spots.
You have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
We're done here.
Why don't you tell me the parts of your life you do remember?
I had a great childhood.
I was an only child. Doted on. I was always building stuff...
Rocketships,
forts, go-karts.
I remember my parents
dying within a year of each other when I was in my early 20s.
Sorry to hear that.
After that...
it's like this great, big fog patch,
and... I'm just walking through the fog,
till one day, I come out the other side... older, fatter,
working on a pot farm for Leanne.
Dissociative fugues are often brought on by trauma or stress.
Can you recall anything along those lines?
I get these awful headaches sometimes,
and the odd panic attack, where I feel like I can't breathe.
Bert, do you have any recollections
of the day you disappeared?
None.
- I think he's telling the truth. - Seriously?
I'm sorry. I know that's not what you wanted to hear.
No!
But... you said yourself,
it's impossible to know for sure.
Yes.
So, maybe you could, ahem, emphasize that in your assessment?
You want me to lie in my report?
- I didn't use that word. - You do realize
you just asked me to do something that's brazenly unethical?
That's low, even for you.
Mm. Guess I figured it wouldn't be a stretch.
Given your complete lack of ethics in other areas of your life.
Hello, Harry.
Long time, no see.
Abby...
Abigail. My office, please.
God!
Okay. Uh... either I've entered a parallel universe
or hell has actually frozen over.
- Joanne told me about Frank. - I had no choice.
- You're living in a bubble of denial. - Oh.
We are not getting divorced!
You need to act like you're getting divorced.
- Forearmed is forearmed! - It's... That's not the expression.
Your mother's right. The longer you're out of the family home,
the less likely it is you'll get to keep it if you divorce.
And what's more important, the longer Frank has custody,
the harder it's going to be
to get your parenting time changed.
Frank has been very successful in making you out to be the bad guy,
but he is just as culpable.
He says he wasn't gonna sleep with her.
Of course, he was going to sleep with her.
The pertinent question is, is that a deal-breaker for you?
Know what? You two are literally
the last people I would ever go to for marriage advice.
And this... whole thing is giving me the creeps, so.
Well, while I'm here, I should probably
fill you in on your other daughter.
Jerri.
Joanne.
I know it's a cliche, but you really haven't changed a bit.
You have.
- And you look stunning! - Oh.
I was sad Harry got you in the divorce.
Jerri, has Harry budged on setting up a partner meeting?
- You must be Daniel. - That's right.
- How's your mother doing? - She's good.
Been working in Guatemala the last year.
She always was a do-gooder.
Sorry... how do you know my mom?
We used to be best friends.
Until she slept with my husband.
It is my opinion
that Mr. Choi is suffering from a dissociative fugue.
And on what do you base this opinion?
I had an in-depth session with him.
He has no memory of the day of his disappearance.
Your Honor, in a case like this, it must be shown
that the defendant desired
to produce the kind of harm that the plaintiff has suffered,
or at least that he knew that the harm would follow.
Now, if Mr. Choi has no memory of the day in question,
we can never know what he was thinking.
Thank you for making it so easy.
Counsel, do you have any further questions for the witness?
- No, your Honor. - Yes, your Honor.
- Ms. Svensson. - "Dr. Svensson."
Sorry, Dr. Svensson,
you've been practicing for how long?
- Two years? - Three.
Are you a specialist in amnesia?
No, but I...
Have you ever had a patient with a dissociative fugue?
No. It's a rare diagnosis.
So, your "expertise" comes from... ?
- We studied it at Stanford. - Huh! So...
everything you know about fugues comes from a textbook?
Objection. Badgering the witness.
Ms. Bianchi, you need to put a proper question to this witness.
Apologies, Your Honor.
How difficult is it, even for experts...
And by your own admission, you do not fall into that category...
To discern between legitimate amnesia and malingering?
It can be challenging, but it's very...
So there's a good chance that Bert Choi could be, in layman's terms,
"lying through his teeth,"
and that he remembers faking his own death...
Objection... improper question.
Knowing he'd be leaving his wife behind,
grieving and destitute?
Sustained. Ms. Bianchi, I know you know better.
No further questions.
You ambushed me.
You were a hostile witness. I treated you as such.
You asked me to do the assessment. I was just doing my job,
- and you made me look incompetent. - Oh, wah, poor baby.
I was just doing my job.
- Daniel, say something. - Lucy's right.
That was vicious.
But also very effective.
Ow!
See you guys at my celebration dinner!
- You were good in there. - Thanks.
Like Mike Tyson when he bit off Evander Holyfield's ear.
It's just that...
I can't help but wonder if the doctor lady is right.
Maybe he really doesn't remember.
Bert and I took an acting class for fun one summer.
Bert was so awful,
the teacher begged him to drop out.
When you've been married to someone for that long,
when you've trusted them for that long...
You know what I want even more than the money?
The truth.
Thank you, Darren.
Ah. Lucy-goosey.
Mm!
- I heard about you and Maggie. - Did Abby tell you?
No. Joanne. Why didn't you come to me?
You could have stayed at my place.
Dad, you have a one-bedroom penthouse
- and that woman that you're dating... - Oh! Welcome.
Come in, come in, everyone.
Let's sit down. There are no restrictions on the menu items...
Daddy's paying, and that doesn't happen all the time.
All right. Ah, isn't this...
Isn't this nice...
all five of us having dinner together?
- Didn't Jerri come with you? - Jerri had to cancel.
- Then who's the fifth? - Hello, everyone.
Sorry I'm late.
Oh, fantastic!
- Well, cheers, everyone. - Cheers. To Daniel.
Well, Lucy, how's life treating you?
Fine.
I read that Tegan and Sara are coming to town.
Will you and Maggie be going?
Because they're gay, and we're gay?
Of course not.
If you'll excuse me.
Ahh.
Oh. Sorry.
Must be tough for you, being around people who drink.
- Certain people, yes. - Mm. Ah.
I'm so happy that I can hold my liquor.
If I couldn't drink my bubbles, I'd kill myself.
Y... What?
So, Danny...
- "Daniel." - Daniel.
Ah, you know, I tried to tell your dad
that you were ready for partnership,
but do you think he'd listen to me?
Good thing Abby tipped the scales in your favour.
Where'd everybody go?
- That woman is... - Vile.
- She is... - Loathesome?
- This whole dinner was a set-up. - Yep.
Did Dad only make me partner because you talked him into it?
I gave him a nudge.
That's all.
Listen, can I... Can I ask you both something?
When Norma's medication alarm went off in court today,
did you notice that Bert had an almost-Pavlovian response?
No.
I was too busy staring at Lucy's entrails, spilled all over the floor.
Sometimes, certain objects, or sounds,
can trigger memories in a patient with amnesia...
Or, in this case, one of his inventions.
- What are you thinking? - I'm thinking...
if he's really in a fugue state...
Seriously?
Now you believe me?
Maybe there's a way we can get Norma the money and the truth.
Mr. Svensson, my patience is wearing thin.
Apologies, Your Honor.
Elevators were slow this morning.
We'd like to call Bert Choi to the stand.
Mr. Choi, your defense is
that you can't have intentionally inflicted harm
if you can't remember the day you disappeared.
- Correct? - Yes.
And yet, you were already inflicting intentional harm
years before you disappeared, were you not?
Objection. He doesn't remember.
It doesn't matter whether or not he remembers,
because we have proof.
I'd like to introduce into evidence
the Chois' financial statements.
Mr. Choi was intentionally bleeding Norma's earnings dry
for years without her knowledge.
I refer you to item one in the file.
This is "the Bedtime Hug Pillow".
Remember this invention, Mr. Choi?
No. I told you, I don't have any memories.
Norma, can you tell us how much he took out of your savings
- to build this prototype? - $4,000.
"The Infa-Shine."
Your infant cleans while he crawls.
- How much? - $7,000.
- A full-body umbrella. - Also seven.
And here we have the...
all-in-one walking stick.
$30,000.
What is that noise, and can we please turn it off?
"The Medi-Mind".
It's another of Bert's inventions.
He sunk 50 grand into those,
- but it did get him onto Dragon's Den. - Kevin O'Leary...
told me... I was an idiot.
I hid the worst of our financial troubles
from Norma for years.
Intercepted the calls and letters
from the collection agencies.
I just kept thinking
my next invention would be "the one".
And then it came to me...
Air-conditioned shoes.
Because who doesn't get overheated feet?
So...
I took out a second mortgage,
I forged Norma's signature,
sunk a bunch of money into prototypes,
and the first time I tried on a pair,
I was sure I had a hit.
Till it started to rain... and the motor short-circuited.
I brought us to financial ruin.
So I decided to end it all.
I slipped into the river to drown myself,
but... I failed at that, too.
Can you ever forgive me?
Yes, Bert.
I remember how supportive you were.
I loved you. I...
I love you.
But I thought I loved Leanne. I... I'm so confused.
It's okay, Bert.
I can end your confusion.
Because I would never take you back.
My mother used to tell me, "a tiger can't change his stripes."
I'd always be wondering
if you were gonna break my trust again.
I deserve better, Bert.
I deserve better.
Mr. Choi, while I believe you did have some form of amnesia,
that does not negate the fact that what you did to this woman,
over years, is unconscionable.
She supported you through all of your failed inventions,
and deserves to reap the benefits of the... "Port-a-Pothead".
I find in favour of the plaintiff, Norma Choi.
Counsel, please book a half-day so I can set the damages award.
Please tell me we can unpack this one over drinks.
Hey, if you're buying, I'm there.
Congratulations.
You'll be getting a nice payout.
Enough to buy a used canary-yellow VW van.
- Thank you. - Aw!
Oh, one more thing.
I'll use my phone from now on.
I'm gonna have a quick shower.
- Take-out for dinner? Your choice. - 'Kay.
- Frank? - Stay away from my dad!
Stay away from my family!
Oh, my God.
Ahem.
Hi.
- How are you feeling? - Emotionally? Like shit.
- Physically, fine. - Maggie, what I did, it...
it's not who I am.
Okay? I'm a better person than that.
Oh, Lucy. Do you really believe that?
When we first met, you were dating someone else.
I... told myself you could change.
Who was I kidding?
You are a deeply-damaged human being.
Incapable of honesty, fidelity... love.
You're not a good person, Lucy.
You're rotten to the core.
Nina?
Did you hear back from the signage company?
Apparently, someone here told the guy that the job was done?
- I thought I said no candy. - You did.
And I overruled you.
- I deserve a partners' meeting. - It's on the books for Tuesday.
Thanks.
- You dodged a bullet last night. - Figured.
- Mom? - Sofia.
I don't want to live with Dad anymore.
_
Sofia... you scared the hell out of me.
She took off.
Wasn't answering her phone. Neither were you.
Tell me again you weren't gonna sleep with her, Frank.
I can't do that.
Thank you.
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