Previously... - Dad makes me a capital partner.
Don't say anything to Abby yet.
Ben is one of the best prosecutors. Better than that young firefighter.
What are we celebrating? - We're getting married.
I'm the master of ceremonies.
Daniel, no. - May I speak to Lucy?
She wants nothing to do with you.
Craig? - Did he eat chocolate cake?
That is toxic to dogs.
I'm done with my moral inventory.
Congratulations, Abby. Friday before work?
I love you, but I have to end this on my terms.
I've held a lot of resentment towards my parents over the years.
Especially Harry.
I still blame them for my addiction.
I can also be impulsive, which can get me into trouble.
But that impulsiveness can also be a plus...
because I can think creatively.
Okay. Let me see. called procrastination. Impatience, called.
Sometimes my jokes are "insensitive"...
but if it's my fault...
or of the person with no sense of humor is debatable.
Such a moral inventory will make you hungry.
Can I buy you breakfast?
A ten for the performance. - Thank you.
Insufficient for deep digging.
This requires fearlessness and honesty.
I was honest. - You slide off.
You take no responsibility.
Try again.
You can't fail me.
No, but you yourself.
We were there all night. I was really afraid of losing him.
Did Martina stay the whole time? - She loves Craig just as much.
Sorry, but that's not why she stayed.
That doesn't matter anymore. She's marrying Quinn in a week.
Lucky you are coming too.
I can't make it without you.
I'm not coming. I'm going on my cruise, remember?
Can't go to the next port?
Correct. Okay. I heard myself.
Morning, Winston. - A warning.
Stay away from Mr. Svensson. - Which?
What idiot drank my coffee?
That. - This one was just half full.
Why are you treating him like a baby?
He is quickly out of breath. - You look crazy.
He. Not you. - He had his annual check-up.
Go check on him, Jerri.
While his kids are here?
Come on.
Miss Bianchi? Carla and Dwayne Shears are here.
I have a job. - Clients.
Where's your lawyer? - Dismissed.
I represent myself. - I don't recommend that.
I'm not specking you vultures anymore.
I watch Law & Order. - I said it. Oil dom.
All right, you're three months behind...
with alimony for your 15-year-old daughter Britney.
Objection. - That is not possible.
I pay nothing. She's not mine.
Here we go again. Exhibit A: She doesn't look like me.
She is smart and beautiful.
Is Reg her father? You're under oath.
No, she's not under oath. Who is Reg?
Reg was my boyfriend to Dwayne way too long ago.
He's not Britney's father. - We're doing a DNA test.
- She doesn't have to... - Unless you can't handle the truth.
Bring it on, Dwayne.
Let's spit into test tubes and put this nonsense behind us.
The session has been adjourned.
You didn't have to. - He makes me so angry.
I know someone in the lab, so it can be done faster.
Does he have to pay again?
Of course.
If he's Britney's dad, he has to.
He's Britney's dad, 100 percent. Okay, 90 percent.
Just between us.
I messed around with Reg for a few years...
after Dwayne and I got something.
Pretty safe, right? - Sure.
With the 'E and B' method.
A B? - 'Get out and pray.'
Thanks for staying with the kids.
Smart of Isabelle to come to the convention.
Is Felicity there too? I'd pay to see that.
I also wanted to say that Isabelle and I are moving in together.
Wow. That's fast.
Yes, it surprised me too. But when it's good, it's good.
Are you going to live in the Gnome House?
No, we want a house from us together.
Do you want to sell the house? - Or you can buy me out.
Whatever you want, Abby.
I will think about it.
And Frank? I am happy for you.
Damn, dude. This is dangerous. Another lawsuit is coming.
Someone has to go to him. - I'm having an early lunch.
You are a partner, even if it is only income.
You are the oldest. - You're favorite.
Cecil. Can you... - Don't, Cecil. It's a trap.
Fine. Then I will. wimps.
Harry, what's wrong?
I work in an office full of suckers.
I heard you were at the doctor's.
Are you okay? - You wish you didn't.
You wait for me to die. - You've got us.
I'm fit as a fiddle.
Then why are you even more moody?
Your mother and I broke up.
Why do men always want something new?
Mom?
Mom. - Hi. What are you doing here?
Why didn't you pick up? - He's inside. What is?
That Harry broke up with you. - Why do you immediately think that?
I broke up. - Real? So you're okay?
Did you think I'd float in the pool?
The first time you didn't get out of bed for two weeks.
I lived on popcorn and had to check if you were alive.
You're exaggerating.
What happened?
Some things you share with your kids...
and some don't.
If only you had followed that rule when I was seven.
Mr. Svensson? Sir?
Sir?
What the hell are you doing?
Winston has something to say. - Sorry sir.
Jacqueline Fitzhugh is here.
Jacqueline Fitzhugh would be waiting for me.
You must be her younger sister.
What a charmer you are.
Whence this pleasure? - I'm getting married.
Awesome. Who is the lucky one?
Frederick.
The Frederick you've already divorced twice?
Three times. The first time I had a different lawyer.
You know how those divorces went.
This time it will be different.
Frederick and I draw up prenuptial agreements.
Four times is a charm.
What's in it? Can I have one? - Your father's favorite madeleine.
I've never seen him so sad.
Is it weird that I'm sorry that it didn't go well?
No. I agree.
Hey Gwyn. Thanks again for the quick testing.
Okay. What do you say?
Hi Carla. Thank you for coming so quickly.
No problem, Miss B.
I'll be right back, Brit.
Did you bring Britney? - I had no choice.
She sometimes has anxiety attacks and then I have to pick her up.
Mr. Shears and his lawyer are here.
Hi Brit. - Hi Dad.
Heavy morning? - Yes.
Finnegan's wake? I found the peculiar language boring.
English assignment? - No. For my pleasure.
The results of the DNA test are in. Dwayne is not Britney's father.
Guilty. - I am not finished yet.
You are not Britney's father and Carla is not Britney's mother.
This does not make sense.
You were pregnant. You were huge.
Thank you, Dwayne. Where was Britney born?
St Patrick's. - What do you remember?
It was a crazy night.
A nurse said it was nine months after that storm.
Which caused a power outage.
- Couldn't watch wrestling, so... - So there was a mini baby boom.
We had to share a room.
I had a C-section, so my memories are fuzzy.
What do you remember?
Britney and another baby had to go under a lamp because they were yellow.
They were later returned.
The other baby belonged to that woman who complained about the room.
Oh, she. Yes.
She didn't even want an epidural. Really dumb.
Okay. Just leave it to me. We're getting to the bottom of this.
Not a word to Britney, eh? Not yet.
Switched at birth? Does that still happen today?
There was a case in Tennessee recently.
When underemployment, overwork and incompetence come together.
Request birth certificates...
and that night's room layout.
Yes, as soon as I finish my sandwich.
That poor girl. I've read about this.
They often do not feel at home with either family.
As a child I thought I was switched.
That Tony Danza and Judith Light were my real parents.
"Who's the Boss?"
Does anyone ever work here?
I'm sorry I assumed you broke up with me.
That house has so much history.
I bought it before Sofia was born. - Sell it.
It was the best thing my ex and I did.
Bad memories? - Not just bad ones.
Every moment in that house...
after we broke up brought unwanted memories.
I do want a fresh start. But Nico and Sofia probably not.
They're with me tonight, so I have to go.
I have a dinner tomorrow for the Cambie Legal Aid Fund.
It's going to be a long night of boring speeches and tough chicken.
The desserts are quite tasty. Unfortunately we would be sober.
We? - Do you want to be my date?
If I go, the entire legal community will know that we...
Yes. That's right.
If you don't... - I was already sold on 'desserts'.
Move over.
I spoke to Dad. - They're moving in together.
What do you think of that? - We can't stop it...
She's nice, but it's weird.
We've lived here for a long time.
Ever since you babysat my arm.
You want to sell it?
Maybe we can find something new together.
Same neighborhood? - Same neighborhood.
Can I have my own bathroom? - I'm sure that can be arranged.
Can my room be a turret? - That might be far-fetched.
Give it here, stupid.
You won the writing contest. - What?
That is amazing. At your school?
What was the subject? - 'Secrets.'
I'd like to read it.
If you did, it wouldn't be a secret anymore.
It can't be a secret when you enter a contest.
Did you read it? - No.
She doesn't think I'm mature enough.
Thank you for breakfast.
You're welcome, Nico. Sofia, isn't your brother polite?
Thanks for bringing out the Gorilla Munch...
and lifted your arm to put it in our bowls.
Do you know where my horn is?
You shouldn't sneak up on people like that.
Do you happen to know Sofia's password?
She changed it. - Why?
Maybe I changed her profile pictures to the "poo" emoji.
Because of you I can't spy.
Dad's coming back tonight. He'll pick you up later, okay?
Hey Cecil.
The hospital data is in. - And?
There were three more women in the room.
Two had a boy and the third a girl.
Thank you Big Red.
Do you have a name? - Of course.
Ilana Kovacs.
What the hell.
Nice huh? - Okay.
Remember we don't know for sure.
We don't rush anything. - Yes. Understood.
I speak.
Mom, people for you.
Lizzie. You're late for school again.
Yes, that's nothing new.
Good heavens, my girl. My sweet girl.
Do I know you? - I am your mother.
What are you talking about?
What is she talking about? - Go to your room.
What are you doing? - Our apologies.
We shared a room in the hospital.
We got the wrong baby.
If you don't leave now, I'll call the police.
Get off my property. Now.
Oh God. I am so sorry.
I saw my girl and freaked out. - I get it, Carla.
Lizzie is definitely your biological child.
However?
I'll get the Kovacs family to get DNA tests done, okay?
Have you already thought about what you want to achieve with this?
When Britney was little, Dwayne and I used to joke...
that she must be a Changeling because she is so different from us.
She is so serious, so anxious. So smart.
She always has her nose in a book and…
I love her dearly.
She will always be my daughter, but Lizzie is also my daughter.
I don't want us to trade again or anything cruel like that.
I want to get to know her.
Every time your client cheats, my client gets $100,000.
That can cost a lot.
I would not do it. - It's different this time.
We agree, provided...
that if Frederick invites his mother without notice...
he pays Jacqueline 50,000.
And if his mother stays longer than three days, 10,000 extra fine.
Per day. - Fine.
Mt Hill. Can I help you?
Yes. I'm Sarah Dodd.
Kerrisdale news reporter. - Oh yeah?
Yes. I'm writing a piece about the writing contest.
Can I see the winning essay? - Probably.
Where can it go? - Awesome.
To sdodd{coastmaildomain.com. In lower case, one word.
I know you're grumpy, but maybe this will cheer you up.
A birth change.
My client wants to meet her biological daughter.
And I want to sue the hospital.
Daniel said it. You can assist him.
Not really. I am the one with 12 years of experience.
And that makes you an asset to your brother.
This could become an important matter. A partner must be at the helm.
Revenue. - Capital.
Since when? - Since a couple of weeks.
When would I know?
When we announce it.
Is he now a capital partner? - Yes.
What about 'you are the future of this office'?
I don't remember that.
You're angry, but you can't take that out on me.
Of course it is. Without you, your mother and I would still be together.
Do you really think it's my fault?
You poisoned her and said I couldn't change.
Congratulations, you got what you wanted.
How dare you blame me?
You can't just erase decades of bad behavior.
The past again. - Because it's about that.
So only you have permission to grow and move on?
Of course not, Harry. But the base was rotten.
And you didn't let us forget that.
My ex and I lived on the North Shore.
I moved to this side.
You have green fingers. - The previous owner, yes.
You were great tonight.
Thanks for the so-called 'vodka tonics'.
A trick I learned.
Whoever says honesty is the best policy has never had to say...
that they are an alcoholic.
I'm glad I met you.
Mutual.
Miss Bianchi, Carla Shears... - Hi. Miss B .
I just wanted to call you. The Kovacs' DNA results are in.
It confirms what we already knew.
And Dwayne is Lizzie's father.
Maybe that will help us with this?
I got it last night after my shift.
The Kovacs have filed a restraining order against you.
What does that mean?
They don't want you to be part of Lizzie's life.
Hi. Miss B. - Britney, hi.
Britney was quite tense.
So she's going to do homework here, right, Brit?
Those quadratic equations don't solve themselves.
Did you tell her about...
She thinks I want money from her worthless father.
You must tell it sometime.
How if her birth mother doesn't want to get to know her?
What the hell. I forgot my meter.
Quadratic equations, huh? Sounds tricky.
I have to concentrate or my average will drop.
Hey, that's flat white, single shot. - What?
She often comes to the cafe where I work.
Real? - She's a philosophy professor.
We have interesting discussions. She is Kantian, I am utilitarian.
If your client pees on the rose bushes again...
do we want 100,000.
Fine.
If your client writes "man whore" on the Maserati again...
Oh, for God's sake. - Sorry what did you say?
I can't do this. I'm not participating in this sham anymore.
You don't think the other can change.
Let's take a break.
If you can't forgive each other's sins...
you should not remarry.
I wanted to take the family to Maui after their next divorce.
Joanne dumped me.
Miss Kovacs, why do you want a restraining order against my client?
You were there. You saw how she attacked my child.
Lizzie thinks she was just a goofball.
But she wasn't. She is Lizzie's birth mother.
You Britney's. - I don't care about the DNA result.
It's no use crying over spilled milk.
Are you curious about your daughter?
Of course, but that shouldn't be at the expense of Lizzie.
Maybe we can come back to it later.
When did you realize you had the wrong child?
When you showed up at my door.
Miss Kovacs, do you like coffee?
Yes. I love coffee.
There are many good cafes near you, right?
Yes, but why...
And yet you drive to a business miles from home...
or workplace to order your 'flat white single shot'.
A place where Britney, your biological daughter, works part-time.
You talk to her and pay $20 for a $5 drink.
Or is that a coincidence?
I ask again.
When did you know Britney was your biological daughter?
I suspected early on.
It seemed bizarre, I suppressed it, but over time...
We love Lizzie, but she's so different from us.
I remembered the other mother.
She wanted to name her daughter after Britney Spears.
Their last name was Shears.
A few years ago I looked up Britney Shears on Facebook.
And there she was.
An exact copy of my husband and me.
I wanted to get to know her.
I wanted to know if everything went well. - Naturally.
That's what my client wants.
I really thought she was the woman I would grow old with.
You crawled through the eye of the needle.
This is the woman who put cayenne pepper in your jockstrap.
Because I was doing it with her jazz partner.
She threw a cocktail in your lap at a party with your co-workers.
Because I did it with my secretary.
She set fire to your Alfa Romeo. - Because I let her down.
And our daughter. I thought I could solve the problem with money.
This is a painful situation, on so many levels.
To the Kovacs and Shears families...
your daughters have parents who love them very much.
This is the start of a new...
and sometimes painful journey too but they deserve to know the truth.
And a chance of a relationship with their biological parents.
I reject the request for a restraining order.
High five. Yes.
Maggie.
Are you back? Where is Harmony? - With my mother.
I've been back for five weeks. - Five weeks?
You kidnap our child, come back...
and hopes we never meet?
I was so confused. I had postpartum depression.
I haven't seen her for months. - I have called you.
Do not lie. - It's so.
Your girlfriend said you didn't want to talk to me.
I called a few more times. You didn't answer...
So I stopped trying.
I haven't had any messages. - Watch.
You have six new messages.
One more night of sleep. We will sail tomorrow at this time.
Hey. Here I am again.
I don't know what's wrong with you, but we really need to talk.
Next message. - Seriously, Lucy?
You wanted co-parenting rights and now you're ignoring me?
My lawyer was right. You are unreliable.
Five more weeks without my girl. - I did it for you.
You didn't see how much pain you were in.
I wanted to help you set healthy boundaries.
Stop. Stop.
It is over. I sleep in a hotel.
Pick up your stuff later. Enjoy the cruise.
How stupid I have been. - You weren't stupid.
She was very convincing.
I'm really sorry. - The ship leaves tonight.
I'll stay here until I'm sure she's gone.
No, you're coming to Martina and Quinn's wedding.
Sorry, I'm not in the mood. I already said I'm not coming.
I'm the master of ceremonies. Do you remember?
Oh, Craig.
You're coming. Just a little distraction.
And I need your attention.
Too fast, Daniel.
Do you like school, Lizzie? - I think so.
My friends are nice, but my grades are bad.
You can still achieve something.
Carla is a bus driver. - And Dwayne owns a tattoo parlor.
Show her. - I'll show you these.
Go away. Great Dane is my favorite wrestler.
Serious? - Did you see that last game?
Who saw that snot coming?
How about when he saw Vlad the Impaler...
How are you?
I feel like Jane Eyre on the moor. Alone and misunderstood.
What if I don't belong anywhere?
Britney? Do you want to see my library?
Do you have a real library? - Yes.
A room dedicated to books? - Yes.
We only have a stack of Uncle John's for the toilet at home.
Do you understand the difference between income and capital?
Naturally.
Would you like to draw Daniel's card and enter for a gift?
For his promotion. - How long have you known about it?
A week? - Everyone puts in $20.
Is it too much if I put "Love, Cecil" on it?
I'm very sorry, Lucy-Goosey.
We're going out for dinner this weekend, okay?
That cheers us both up. - Then what about you?
We have to get to the wedding in a minute.
Whose wedding? - You don't know that one.
Have a nice evening, you two.
I spied on you once. When I was 13.
Things weren't real at home...
I looked in the phone book.
I took the bus to your house that you had with Lucy's mother.
You were in the yard with Daniel and Lucy.
Daniel was five I think. Lucy was a toddler.
You played 'horse' with them.
It looked nice.
'When I was little, I didn't realize my mother was different.
I thought all mothers were "unwell"...
and slept until noon on weekends.
That they snapped at their children...
if they had a splitting headache.
It wasn't until I got older that I realized it wasn't normal.
I never had a sleepover.
Because I was afraid my mother would be drunk.
When I saw friends with their mothers, I wished I had a mother like that.
It was our little secret...
until my mom threw up in court. Suddenly it was known.
Alcoholism is a disease. People drink to escape.
But I wonder what she was trying to escape from.
To her family?
To me?
I know she wants to get better...
but that doesn't change the damage she's done.'
We are gathered to marry you.
If anyone here knows a reason...
why they shouldn't get married...
then speak now or be silent forever.
Quinn, will you take Martina for your wife?
Yes.
Martina, will you take Quinn for your husband?
Yes.
Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. Come on, kiss.
What's up?
Did you know about Sofia's essay? - Yes.
Did you read it? - She wanted us to read it.
We? - She doesn't mean half of it.
She wanted to make it dramatic.
That's what teenage girls do. - Can I speak to her?
That's not a good idea right now.
In a few days, okay?
I just stole a bottle of tequila from the bar.
It's good tequila.
You did a good job.
I'm glad it's over. - Now you can finally move on.
It's time.
Months ago, but better late than never.
They are great people. And they fit together.
I regret having sex with Martina. - You are kidding me.
Even if it was the best sex of my life.
If we had ignored our feelings...
maybe I could have stayed friends with them both.
Your microphone is on.
Can I stay?
Because a bridesmaid gives me signals.
I... - Just go.
Hi.
What are you doing?
You didn't think I'd go alone, did you?
I would be so lonely.
I think I was clear. - That's right.
And I understand why you're angry.
But I'm sure we can handle this.
I'm going to sleep in the spare room, okay?
We'll discuss this when we've both cooled off.
Hi.
I have called you. I really had to see you.
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