Previously on Family Law
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Dad's never gonna see me as a real partner.
Forget how Harry sees you.
"Forty Under 40."
I'm in! Yes!
Suck it, Dad!
We're having dinner at Jardin.
Bit stuffy for a first date.
- Where do you suggest? - Fodder.
It's new.
Locally-sourced. Chef's got buzz.
Hey, Forty Under 40.
I hear you have some issues with my menu?
Your favourite restaurant in town is your own?
Alyse.
So are you two a thing now?
In your professional opinion,
what do you think the chances are
- that they'll get back together? - Statistically speaking.
It's unlikely.
Everything was easy with Felicity, and everything with her is hard!
I don't want to be anybody's "hard," Frank.
It's over.
I wanted you to know...
I've hired a lawyer. Cordelia Bernstein.
You hired "the Flamethrower"?
Wow.
Let me guess. You changed in a phone booth?
You told me you had a road bike.
This is a bike, which I ride on the road.
And you're 15 minutes late.
It's hard to feel scolded by a man in Spandex.
And I'm late because I spotted this on the newsstand...
Top "Forty Under 40" edition. Check out the cover boy.
No way.
My photo's a thumbnail at the back, with a teensy paragraph beside it.
You get a three-page interview.
Okay. Enough, Narcissus. I thought we were here to ride.
There's no way you'll be able to keep up with me on that thing.
Dionne Warwick is faster than you think.
- Let's go! - Oh, ho, ho.
I mean, I knew Maggie would move on one day,
but Alyse?
Alyse is like Pablum.
Bland. Boring.
I mean, what could she possibly see in her?
Lucy.
You know I think you're the bee's knees, right?
- But lately, you're a bit boring. - That's harsh.
Look.
The best thing you can do for yourself
is get back in the saddle. Hit the clubs.
If you want, I could be your wing-woman.
- The lesbians love me. - Wow.
That's a lovely and disturbing offer, but, no.
Your loss.
'Cause I'm gonna get you back out there, come hell or high water.
- Hi, Pickle. - Hi, Mom.
Aw.
Remember... I'm taking you and your sister to Jo-Jo's after school.
I know. Mom week.
Pack more than one pair of underwear this time.
I will!
Morning.
Nico's haircut looks nice.
I see you convinced him to finally get new shoes.
Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?
I can't believe you retained Cordelia Bernstein.
You left me no choice. You weren't budging on anything.
She is an engine of litigation!
We know exactly where this is gonna go.
Was I supposed to just let you roll over me?
Thanks to you, we're gonna be spending money hand over fist.
Thanks to me?
Say goodbye to the kids' college funds.
Oh, my god. Since when did you become such a drama queen?
Since when did you become such a bitch?
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Hello.
Harry Svensson. Mwah.
Mwah!
Do you have a portrait in your attic?
Because you look younger every time I see you.
Phaedra, you flatter me.
And I could say the same about you.
Aw. Thank you for meeting me.
Of course.
A lot has changed since I last saw you.
I met the man of my dreams.
Four years ago.
Who's the lucky fellow?
His name was...
Arthur Jenkins.
H-He... passed unexpectedly last month.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
He left me half of his estate.
- And this is where I come in? - Mm.
His daughter, Esme, is contesting the will.
She doesn't want me to have a dime.
On what grounds?
Arthur and I met
when his wife, Linda, was still alive.
Ah.
She had Parkinson's.
He nursed her through her long illness
until her death, three years ago.
And by that point, you'd been seeing each other for a year?
Mm. We moved in together a month after Linda passed,
but Arthur had been mourning her for years.
Esme couldn't accept it, or us.
When did Arthur update his will to include you?
A few months before he died.
- Was he of sound mind? - Oh, very. Sharp as a tack.
His death was sudden.
- How did he... ? - Heart attack.
Doing what he loved best.
Me.
- You left early this morning. - I'm not your chauffeur.
Not what I meant.
I think Joanne might be getting tired of extra bodies under her roof.
Your body, Lucy. Yours.
Wow. Aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning?
Frank and I had a nasty fight.
And the kids... heard everything.
It was like The Twilight Zone.
I could've been Joanne, Frank could have been Harry.
I still bear the scars from their screaming matches,
and yet there I was, repeating their mistakes.
Abby, don't be too hard on yourself.
Every parent has moments they're not proud of.
I have so many, I could write a trilogy.
Phones are your first priority.
And never put a call through to anyone
without letting them know who's on the other end.
We get a surprising number of calls from irate exes.
Understood.
Winston... this is Dr. Svensson.
She's the psychologist I mentioned.
Nice to meet you, Dr. Svensson.
"Lucy" is fine. And welcome.
- This is Abigail Bianchi, our... - Junior associate.
I'm Daniel Svensson. Partner.
Nice to meet you both.
Check it out. Hmm?
Wow, Danny. That's so cool.
You look like you're holding in a fart.
I was expecting a certain amount of professional jealousy.
Why? 'Cause you're on the cover of a magazine
that gathers dust at my doctor's office?
- Cut it out, you two. - Harry, look.
Well done, Danny.
This is fabulous PR for the firm.
Uh, "Daniel Svensson is the first to admit
that it could look like nepotism,
having his father, cutthroat family lawyer Harry Svensson,
make him partner at the young age of 34."
Quote...
"But make no mistake. I have big plans.
I have a vision for transforming the firm."
Yada, yada, yada.
"It's easy to get stuck in old-school thinking.
My first goal is to bring us into the 21st century.
Take the firm in a different direction.
I believe in consensual dispute resolution.
A more collaborative, progressive philosophy.
My father brought me on-board as part of his legacy plan."
Are you retiring soon, Mr. Svensson?
Wow.
That was, uh, remarkably ballsy, in a passive-aggressive kind of way.
We have a backlog of closed cases
that need to be reviewed.
That's your half.
I bring this firm the biggest case it's had...
ever... and this is how Mr. "Future of Family Law" rewards me?
It's not personal, it has to be done, if we're going paperless.
I gave Cecil a bunch of boxes, too.
So, now you're comparing me to Cecil?
- No offense, Cecil. - None taken.
Look, I know it's an ugly job.
Between you and me,
Dad should've never let the backlog get this bad.
I need Abigail on an estate case.
A client who's helped me out a few times in the past.
Why do you need Abby?
'Cause it's family law for dead people.
She should learn the ins and outs.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, I have to take this.
Why bother teaching her estate law?
She'll be gone in a few months.
We'll see.
- Hi. What's up? - Frank retained a lawyer.
They've asked for a meeting today after work.
- Fine. Good. - My office. 5:30.
I'll... I'll be...
there.
Esme. Chip. This is my associate, Abigail Bianchi.
Ah! Harry's infamous offspring.
- Your reputation precedes you. - Thanks! I've never heard of you.
Let's, uh, cut to the chase.
There's no indication
that Arthur Jenkins wasn't of sound mind and body
- when he amended his will. - Ah, we beg to differ.
It's our belief that Arthur was manipulated in changing it,
- months before he died. - That is simply not true.
Arthur Jenkins was never the same person after he met this... woman.
"This woman" has a name, Chip.
You got your hooks into my dad when he was at his most vulnerable.
Arthur's initial meetings with Phaedra may have been transactional,
but they blossomed into a deeply-committed, lasting relationship.
Arthur's marriage to Linda lasted 50 years,
while his relationship with this woman...
- "Phaedra." - ... Lasted four.
And for one of those years, my mother was still alive.
She would roll over in her grave if she knew
a thing was going to someone like you.
Meaning, a successful businesswoman
whose company has been in the black for the past ten years?
- Meaning a hooker who runs a brothel! - It is not a brothel.
It is an escort agency.
You could've given me a heads-up, Harry.
I don't see how it's relevant.
They met through an escort agency! It's illegal, for one.
No, it isn't. Phaedra's clients pay for the company
of a smart, attractive woman or man.
What happens beyond that is between two consenting adults.
Oh, God, is this how Phaedra helped you out in the past?
I hired one or two of her employees over the years
to help loosen the purse strings of the odd stingy ex.
- So, entrapment. - I merely laid out the bait.
They chose to nibble.
"Cecile," please get Abigail
a copy of the Wills, Estates, and Succession Act.
Will do, sir.
Bone up on it before we go to court.
Harry. I beg you. Put me on something else.
I'm tired of married men who can't keep it in their pants...
Present company most definitely not excepted...
And the women who have no problems sleeping with them.
You want out because of feelings?
You don't need me! You just did this to piss off Daniel.
I know how Chip operates.
He'll paint Phaedra as a conniving opportunist.
I need a strong female presence on my team.
So you're going to try to manipulate this
into a win for feminism? Because some guy
sought out a sex worker while his wife lay dying?
Don't be such a prude.
It's the oldest profession in the world!
And in case you've forgotten, you're still on probation.
I decide what cases you're assigned, and this is one of them.
- Read between the lines. - Very mature.
If you ask me, it sounds romantic.
Like Julia Roberts and Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.
I just love that movie.
It's a piece of sexist garbage.
Just another manmade wank-fest.
"Hooker with a heart of gold."
"Saved" by a rich white dude.
- Who's also a condescending dick. - Run, Cecil. Run!
The person I feel sorry for is the daughter.
It's always hard to find out your parents are flawed and messy,
no matter how old you are.
We got that out of the way early.
Harry didn't have time to climb up on a pedestal,
let alone get toppled from one.
I was lucky.
I got a better version of him.
He was faithful to my mom.
- How long were they married? - Eight years.
Mm. It's possible that's true.
It's also possible those flat-Earthers are onto something.
Did you buy the whole print run?
What are you gonna do, paper your walls with them?
She's full of it, right?
She's full of it.
Knock-knock.
Thought I'd bring you fortifications.
Inside-Out cookies... My favourite!
Thanks, Winston.
What are you doing?
I got to go through all these old case files
and separate out what we keep,
and what gets sent back to the client.
Times thousands.
Not that I have anywhere near your expertise,
but if you take me through a couple, maybe I could help?
Pull up a chair.
- Frank. Luisa. - Cordelia.
- I hope you're keeping well. - First order of business...
We'd like to apply to the courts
to vary the temporary parenting order.
- My client is amenable to that. - Glad to hear it.
With some caveats.
We would like a written update of Ms. Bianchi's counseling,
a report on her mental health,
and an update on the status
of the Law Society's oversight of her probation,
and a production of the Soberlink reports
from the date of separation to the present.
Here.
Okay? You can see the results in real time.
They're the same as they've always been,
which you already know.
This is nothing but a stall tactic.
I intend to bring Mr. Bianchi's mistress in on discovery.
She was never my "mistress".
We only have your word for it.
I'd like to ask her under oath if she was ever
in the family home when the children were there,
review your text exchanges...
Which I understand your 14-year-old daughter has seen.
You know full well, affairs are irrelevant.
Exactly.
All of this is irrelevant.
But if you bury us in useless paperwork...
I'll bury you right back.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Give him another day to cool off.
I didn't say anything in that article that I haven't said to Dad's face.
You implied he was old, out of touch, and irrelevant.
- That quote was taken out of context. - What was the context?
I just answered the interviewer's questions honestly.
Am I supposed to censor myself just so Dad's feelings don't get hurt?
If you don't know the answer to that,
Daniel, shame on you.
How did band practice go?
Fine.
Sofia, how did your math test go?
Fine.
One thing I bet you didn't know
is that there is a sea slug that self-decapitates.
I read about it in the New York Times.
That's old news, Jo-Jo.
- May I be excused? - Me too.
Yes. Take your plates. Run and be free!
- Can I get an advance on my allowance? - What for?
Thaddeus is having a few people over tomorrow night. I need cab fare.
- Nice try, but no, on all fronts. - What? Why?
Well, first of all, I've never heard of this "Thaddeus,"
and second, you're not going to a party on a school night.
- It's not a party! - No. End of discussion.
Huh, well, Sofia might be staying in tomorrow night, but you're not.
Why do I feel immediately nervous?
Because you're going to dinner with my friend's son...
A mechanical engineer.
Divorced last year, no kids.
- A blind date? - Mm-hmm.
- It's not happening, Mother. - Oh, what's the harm in having dinner?
Oh, good, then you go out with him, then.
No. Lucy's got plans.
- Lesbian speed dating? - Mm-hmm.
I'm tired of you guys moping around my house all the time.
I want a night alone with my grandkids.
Is that too much to ask?
Hmm?
What would you say to those who judge
how you and Arthur initially met?
He chose to pay for an escort service
because he loved his wife.
He didn't want it to be
anything more than a business transaction.
Can you tell us when that changed?
Quickly. We just clicked.
We talked. A lot.
Um, we both were Francophiles.
We both loved travel, tennis.
We didn't mean to fall in love.
- When did you move in together? - Three years ago.
We travelled a lot, but then Arthur fell ill.
During that time, where was Arthur's daughter, Esme Jenkins?
- Nowhere to be found. - Why's that?
Once she found out about our relationship,
she cut off all contact.
She couldn't reconcile
that her father had found a second chance at love.
So, while you were spending every moment with Arthur,
Esme Jenkins had no contact with her father...
- for the last three years of his life? - That's right.
Thank you, Ms. Jacard.
Counsel rests.
You may cross examine, Counsel.
Thank you, Your Honor.
When did you first meet Esme Jenkins?
- I'm not sure I could pinpoint it. - Allow me to refresh your memory.
You met at Linda Jenkins' funeral.
- Arthur brought his prostitute. - Objection! Counsel is using
- deliberately inflammatory language. - Sustained.
Apologies, Your Honor.
Arthur brought his sex worker to the funeral of his wife.
Objection!
He brought his partner.
Sustained. Cut it out, Counsel.
I'd like to introduce into evidence a list... of expenses.
Arthur may have stopped paying for sex,
but it never stopped being a transaction.
That's not true!
He took you on a trip to Paris at a cost of $10,000.
Objection. A lot of couples go to Paris.
Sustained.
He bought the condo that you moved into.
He also paid for the renovations you did at said condo,
- to the tune of $200,000. - Objection. Irrelevant.
Oh, it's relevant, Your Honor.
The pair of them were going through Arthur's money
like there was no tomorrow.
I came into the relationship with my own money.
That is true.
And is it also true that you kept making money?
I passed off daily business operations
to one of my employees,
but I still own the company.
And you kept a number of your clients.
Objection! This is her livelihood.
Would you tell a chef he could only cook for his wife?
I'll allow it.
Arthur knew I saw a select number of clients. He was fine with that.
And yet we only have your word for it.
Your Honor, Ms. Jacard is nothing more
than a gold-digger who's dug her claws
- into any number of men. - Objection!
Inflammatory language!
Who knows how many wills have been "amended"
- to Ms. Jacard's benefit? - Objection! Speculative fiction!
Don't make me report you to the Law Society, Mr. Crombie.
Apologies, Your Honor.
Counsel rests.
The words that man used!
And to imply I'm some kind of a black widow.
Take heart. It's far from over.
We'll regroup back at the office.
I thought it would be good, having a woman on my team,
but I can feel your judgment. It's coming off you in waves.
I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
I thought, in your line of work,
you wouldn't see things in black and white.
Let me guess, you thought I'd see things in 50 shades of Grey?
You're as bad as that misogynistic prick
who has a snack for a name.
I have days when I just want to pack it in,
let Esme have it all,
but it's about principle.
Arthur would be furious to know that Esme's contesting the will,
because he didn't want her to have a penny.
How long have you been working here, Jerri?
More than 20 years now.
What'd you do before that?
Worked for an oil firm, in sales.
Did you like that, too?
I did, until I didn't.
It's a long story, but it all worked out for the best.
Cecil, how about you?
Why'd you become a paralegal?
My family and I watched all the Law & Order franchises.
"A heinous crime has been committed... "
"Dun-dun!"
But being a cop seemed too dangerous,
and I didn't have the grades for law school,
so I became the next best thing.
How about you?
You always wanted to be an office assistant?
I see this as a stepping stone.
I got my B.A. last year, so I thought maybe I should...
- Wait. How old are you? - 19.
I went to UBC when I was 16.
Winston's a Mensa member.
This is my version of a gap year.
Figure I'd save money for grad school,
take some fun online courses...
Like, "How to Draw Anime"?
Like, the Foundational Principles of Leadership from Harvard.
- How does that look? - Oh.
Oh. You're a quick study.
You better watch your back, Cecil. Excuse me.
Scotch before five means someone's in a mood.
We took a beating at court.
- From Chip Crombie, no less. - Ooh. Ouch.
I... I do have moments, you know,
where I wonder if I've still got what it takes.
Oh. Now you're being maudlin.
- Am I? - Yeah.
Maybe Daniel isn't wrong. Maybe I'm just an old workhorse
- who should be put out to pasture. - Mr. Svensson?
Georgia Gartner from Meridian News called while you were out.
She'd like to interview you on Friday for a feature piece
they're doing on polyamory and the law.
Call Georgia back and tell her yes.
Okay, Sofia, you can choose the movie.
Nothing more than PG-13.
And you can choose dinner.
- Five Guys! - I'd settle for one guy.
It's a Jo-Jo joke.
Well, where's Mom going, anyway?
Uh, a business meeting.
All right, offspring, I'm headed out. Be good to your grandmother.
You are not wearing that.
- Yes, I am. - No. You're not.
- Go. - No.
- She's going on a date. - No, she's not!
What are you doing?
I'm trying to make a semblance of dinner.
- I got to hunker down here till late. - Work?
Joanne.
She bought me tickets to some speed dating thing tonight.
I said I'd go, but the thought of it makes my skin crawl.
Granola bars do not a dinner make.
I have a better idea.
But my favourite one to fly was the Night Vapor RTF...
Carbon fiber, reinforced airframe.
- She flies like a dream. - Doesn't make you nervous?
No. I mean...
you have to manage wind conditions to avoid collisions.
Yikes.
How often do collisions happen?
More often than they should.
A lot of inexperience and operator error.
So, do you fly out of one of the smaller airports, or... ?
No.
I just go to the park.
These are RC planes?
Remote control.
- I build them from kits. - Oh.
- Could we see the dessert menu? - Just the check, please.
Carl...
you seem like a nice guy...
I can feel the "but" coming.
But...
I was nowhere near ready for this.
I'm sorry.
I can't shake what Abby said.
She was just stirring the pot.
- Again. - Maybe...
but here's the thing. I have this vivid memory when I was six.
I kept agitating for all of us to sleep in a tent in the backyard.
My mom finally agreed,
but she said it would just be the two of us,
because Dad was working late again.
I heard him pull in the driveway around three in the morning...
then she started crying.
She was trying to be quiet, so I wouldn't hear, but...
You could just ask him.
But you'd have to be prepared for the answer.
O.M.G.
Is that Business in Vancouver's cover boy?
And you must be Clara?
- Ew, no. This is my sister, Lucy. - Who's Clara?
- A new woman he's been chatting with. - Lucy, this is Martina.
She of the farting animal video?
I sincerely hope that is the headline to my obituary.
Hello, my favourite son.
Hello, my favourite daughter.
I'm home.
Where is everybody?
Hi! Where are you? You're supposed to be watching the kids.
I was. They wanted nothing to do with me.
The moment we were done dinner, Nico went to his room to read
and Sofia went to hers to text with her friends,
- so I joined a friend for a drink. Why? - Sofia's not here.
- What do you mean? - Exactly what I said. She's not here.
You don't think she went to that party, do you?
That boy, Thelonius...
Hi. You've reached Sofia. You know what to do.
Sofia, where are you?
Call me back. Now.
Hi. You've reached Sofia. You know what to do.
Sofia... pick up your phone.
This is Sofia's mom. Hi.
Does she happen to be with you?
Sofia. Please answer.
I just need to know you're okay.
- Hello? - Frank, it's me.
Have you, by any chance, heard of a boy named Thaddeus?
Who knew a farting animal video
could help a person through a bad breakup?
Farting animals cure all woes.
My boyfriend travels a lot.
Farting hippos are getting me through.
- He's texting with Clara. - So?
So, invite her for a drink and put your phone away, Rudey-Pants.
I would not inflict you two on my worst enemy.
Hey! Come on. Cut it out.
_
You brat.
I'm not sure I like you two together.
- _ - Huh.
Anything?
Caitlin's dad thinks there's a Thaddeus in 12th grade.
12th grade?
How did she manage to sneak out?
Shh. We can take her in this way.
- Abby? - It's unlocked.
You still there? Abby?
- Jesus Christ. - What the hell's going on?
- What'd you do to my daughter? - I didn't do anything!
I will kill you, you worthless turd,
- I will neuter you! - Ms. Bianchi, stop!
She fell into a blackberry bush, that's
all. We just wanted to get her home.
I want to know... Who gave my daughter
so much alcohol she can barely stand up?
She showed up drunk.
She said she pre-drank a bunch of stuff
from her grandma's liquor cabinet.
That's it. I'm on my way.
I'm really sorry, Mrs. Bianchi.
Okay...
I once dated a woman
who tried to cut off one of my curls while I slept.
"In case you ever dump me,
and I need to cast a spell on you."
Ooh, that's good.
I dated this guy a while back. Everyone said we looked alike.
Turns out it's because we were second cousins.
Ew!
I once dated a mortician
who asked if I wouldn't mind
taking a really cold bath before we had sex.
Okay, you win.
- Hands-down. - Cover boy?
I once dated a woman who wanted to poop on me.
I said no!
Why were our children home alone?
- Joanne was supposed to be here. - And where were you?
You go on about not seeing enough of them.
Okay, I-I know you're mad at me,
but can you just please back off?
Seeing her...
it was like the worst kind of deja vu.
Abby, she's okay.
Drunk, but okay.
What if she's inherited my penchant for alcohol?
What if I've set her up for a lifetime of problems?
I'm to blame for her behaviour, too.
Ever since she found my texts,
she actively disobeys me.
Calls me "Frank" instead of "Dad".
We were her safe harbor.
We've taken that away.
We need to do better.
I'll come back in the morning, okay?
So we can talk to Sofia together.
Watch your step!
Look who I found outside.
What's going on?
What's going on is...
Sofia
got wasted on Jo-Jo's booze
and went to a party
because the person who was supposed to be looking after her
went A.W.O.L.
Sound familiar?
Abby, I couldn't have known.
'Course not.
Because you
were never there!
When I was 13...
there was this... older guy
who hung around outside our high school.
Like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused,
only sleazier.
My mom was out a lot
with my latest "uncle"...
so, when "Matt" invited me to a party...
I stole a bottle of her vodka and headed over.
There was no party.
Just Matt.
We got wasted.
I only have flashes of what happened next.
At some point, I blacked out and, uh,
when I woke up,
Matt was gone.
Took my virginity
and the rest of the vodka.
I am so sorry, Abby.
I'm fine.
But if anything like that ever happened to Sofia,
oh...
I'd never forgive myself.
Is it eight already?
Hello?
Call off the hounds. I've got Nico.
What are you talking about? Nico's here.
I assure you, he's with me.
Doorman buzzed me about half an hour ago.
Said Nico walked through the night from Deep Cove.
They didn't even notice I was gone?
Our son has been missing all night long!
He could've been killed!
Picked up by a lunatic, hit by a car.
- I got Sofia into the shower. - Nico!
You went on a stupid date and didn't even care I was gone.
You're a bitch!
- Don't call your mother that! - Don't call any woman that!
We'll talk about this later. Go pack your things.
What? No. I have them for five more nights.
No, you don't. Nico! Go.
I hate you, too.
You're both garbage parents!
I'm not letting my children spend another minute here.
Your children?
You don't get a say in this.
You were a lousy mother and you're a lousy grandmother!
Frank! You need to pull yourself together.
And you get to say less than nothing!
He just took them away.
And there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I'm on it. I'll be in touch as soon as I have news.
- Harrison. - Cordelia.
- Are you okay? - Been better.
I stopped by Arthur's lawyer's office on my way here.
Your instincts were right.
I-I know you were supposed to be lead chair today,
- but after the night you've had... - I want to give it a go.
Okay.
Am I right in thinking you were close to your dad, Ms. Jenkins?
Very.
I was an only child.
It's never easy...
discovering certain hard truths about our parents.
In a way, I envy you.
You were able to keep your father on a pedestal
for decades longer than most.
To find out your dad was visiting an escort agency
- a full year before your mother died... - It was awful.
And then, to bring Ms. Jacard to your mom's funeral...
That was an extreme lack of judgment on both their parts.
I can only imagine the pain you must have gone through.
It was like I lost my mom and my dad
within a month of each other.
Except... you didn't lose your father, did you?
- Didn't he try to contact you? - Objection! Relevance?
I'll allow it.
Once or twice.
I refer you to Mr. Jenkins' phone records.
He tried to call you dozens of times,
but you refused to take those calls.
So you didn't know about the stroke.
Those "renovations" Mr. Crombie mentioned...
These are itemized receipts showing clearly
they happened after Arthur's stroke,
to accommodate Arthur's mobility issues...
Electronic stairlift,
safety bars.
Widening entryways for wheelchair access.
Can you tell me what you're looking at, Ms. Jenkins?
- Um... it's my father's will. - Yes and no.
It's a draft he made with his lawyer
a month prior to his final version.
Can you read the highlighted section on page two?
"I leave all of my earthly possessions to...
Phaedra Jacard."
"I have intentionally failed to provide for my daughter,
Esme Jenkins."
Your father was deeply hurt
that you couldn't find a way to accept his new chance at happiness.
Ms. Jacard pleaded with him to reconsider, and he listened to her.
Without her intervention, you'd be getting nothing.
First box of old case files... Complete.
Wow. That was fast.
- You did all these on your own? - Yuh-huh.
Good job, Cecil.
You're picking up your game.
Nothing I learned in this courtroom
leads me to believe that Arthur Jenkins
was not of sound body and mind
when he changed his last will and testament.
Ms. Jenkins,
I'm sorry that your own feelings of betrayal
prevented you from having
a relationship with your father
in the last years of his life.
That... must weigh heavily on you.
But if you loved your father as you say you did,
then you should find... some gratitude
for Ms. Jacard, for looking after...
all of his needs
in his twilight years.
I find in favour of the plaintiff.
This will... is valid.
Thank you.
- How are you feeling? - Like my brain is pickled.
I'm hoping this will absorb the alcohol.
Excellent plan.
You know, even though I'm paying for it today,
I had so much fun.
Me too.
She's awesome.
Clara? Yeah, she is.
Um, she seems nice, too, but I meant Martina.
- You know what I like most about her? - What?
You're way less uptight around her.
I'm not uptight.
Oh, come on.
Who would do...
Has Abby ever mentioned her plans to you?
Like...
what she's gonna do once her probation's over?
No. Why?
No reason.
Lucinda, you left a garbled message
on my telephone last night... Something about a childhood memory?
It's okay.
- I'm good. - Okay.
Dad... about the article,
- I didn't mean... - Yes, you did.
It was a boneheaded move.
It made me look bad. It made my firm look bad.
- Our firm. - My firm.
I extended you the courtesy of inviting you along for the ride.
So, that's what this partnership is? A courtesy?
At the moment? Yes.
You're so busy trying to tell the world you're a good lawyer,
while your sister is out there being a good lawyer.
You should take a page from her book.
So you want me to vomit in court?
Be disciplined by the Law Society?
Have random urine checks at work?
From now on,
all media requests get vetted through me,
and if you ever pull a stunt like that again,
you'll be welcome to start your own firm.
Georgia Gartner's here.
- Georgia. Lovely to see you again. - You, too, Harry.
I've, uh, cleared my schedule for an hour.
- Where would you like to set up? - Oh...
Goodness. I-I think there's been a misunderstanding.
We're here to interview Daniel.
Do I have your permission?
Of course.
Of course! Great... Great idea.
My office.
Knock it out of the park, Danny.
Well?
Frank won't agree to changing the parenting order.
What?
He's saying some pretty crazy things...
That the children were left unsupervised,
that one of them came home black-out drunk
and the other one was missing all night.
It's a long story.
He wants a child custody and access evaluation.
For the next few months,
a psychologist will be monitoring you,
judging every aspect of your parenting.
- That sounds awful. - It is. It's expensive, invasive...
- So all this leads to... ? - A finished report,
which will recommend what sort of parenting time you have,
if any.
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