03x09 - Catch 22

[bunniefuu]

Previously, on Family Law...

I just wanted to see
Frank's new girlfriend.

What's her name again?
Oh, yeah. Isabelle.

How would you feel about being
promoted to equity partner?

[DANIEL] Can we keep
this between us for now?

Quinn asked me to be the
emcee at their wedding.

Could you imagine if you'd said yes?

Daniel, you didn't!

- Why is he always here?
- Because he's my boyfriend.

- Ow!
- Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

[♪♪♪]

It's an all-inclusive
Mexican Riviera cruise.

When the concert's over, text me.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Good morning.

So? How was your
kid's concert last night?

Predictably awful.

I'm sorry I missed your messages.
I've been burning the midnight oil

on this mortgage fraud case,
and just fell asleep.

I texted you at 8:30.

You try reading 300 pages of
conveyancing documents and staying awake.

Your Honor, I present Exhibit "A"...

the button indentation in my cheek

from falling asleep on my couch.

[GRUFFLY] I'm not satisfied

the prosecution has
met the burden of proof.

You can't be the defense and the judge.

Fine.

Maybe... we could enter into
a plea bargain over dinner?

Deal.

"Onboard experiences include
movies under the stars... "

Oh, a Vegas-style casino.

Oh, there's a "groovy '60s" theme
night on the first Saturday.

- Fun.
- I'd better pack my bell-bottoms.

Manzanillo's one of the
ports-of-call, maybe we can surf.

Yeah.

Who's texting you so early?

Another client who's upset
that I canceled last-minute.

I'll just offer to do a
Zoom session from the boat.

- You are allowed to take a vacation.
- You're right. Okay.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Why are you in such a good mood?

Dad is making me equity partner.

Daniel! That's awesome!

I'm so happy for you.

You have to promise not to tell Abby
until it's a done deal.

- Why?
- Isn't she the reason

you were made partner
in the first place?

She'll find a way to sabotage it.

You're being paranoid, but okay, fine.

[LAUGHING]

[WINSTON] So, what'd
you get up to last night?

Oh, nothing much.
Just hung out at Roz's.

You've been doing that a lot these days.

- Are you two... dating?
- No.

She just rented a horror movie
and was too afraid to watch it alone.

What movie?

- Ghost.
- " Ghost"?

The one with the
sexy-times pottery scene?

We're just friends, Winston.

- Did she... cuddle up to you?
- She was cold.

It's 24 degrees out. Wake
up, Cecil! She's into you.

[MR. HIROTA] Mankind
invented the word "muffin"

so we can lie to ourselves
about eating cake for breakfast.

- I don't know what you mean.
- How convenient for your sweet tooth.

Good morning!

Good morning. Naomi and Genzo Hirota.

Here to see Abigail Bianchi.

[♪♪♪]

My therapist, Lucy
Svensson, referred us to you.

Ah.

- We need help with some paperwork.
- Of course.

Are you... updating your wills?
Setting up a trust fund?

No. No, nothing like that.

I want to die.

["UH-OH" BY JEREMY FISHER BEGINS]

♪ You can't prove it ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ You got nothing legit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ The glove don't fit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ You got to acquit ♪

♪ Uh-oh ♪

♪ The charges won't stick 'Cause ♪

♪ I ain't no sucker ♪

♪ Ain't your lollipop ♪

♪ But ♪

♪ You can kiss my sweet ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Never gonna stop ♪

♪ Never gonna stop Never gonna
stop Never gonna stop ♪

Naomi was diagnosed with
early-onset Alzheimer's

two years ago.

- I'm sorry.
- [NAOMI] So am I.

I want a medically-assisted death

- when I'm ready.
- Okay.

To do that, you'll need to

- submit a written request.
- Did it.

And that application
will need to be approved

- by two independent practitioners.
- Done.

Naomi's already been accepted.

So what do you need me for?

Because of the nature of Alzheimer's,

Naomi requires a
waiver of final consent.

I want a lawyer to go through the waiver

with a fine-tooth comb

to ensure I'm not held
hostage by administrative B.S.

when I'm ready to pull
the trigger... so to speak.

My wife gets an
unreasonable amount of joy

from getting her ducks in a row.

Drives our son mad.

Crossing tasks off a "to-do" list
is one of life's purest pleasures...

which you would know, if
you'd ever made a list.

[NAOMI CHUCKLES]

It's my understanding the
waiver of final consent

allows people with
conditions like Alzheimer's

to make provisions to
end their life in advance,

while they still have
decision-making capacity.

Yes, thank goodness.

So why wait to submit it?

When you sign it, you have
to set a date for your death.

Naomi's not ready to do that.

But if I wait too long

and I cross the line
into mental incapacity,

I won't be allowed to sign the waiver.

The system basically says...

okay, here's a staircase
to a t*rture chamber.

Now, you're allowed to make the decision

to turn back from the chamber any time

and not be tortured, but...

if you cross the line
into the t*rture chamber,

you can never turn back.

Well...

it would be my privilege
to review the paperwork

and be your lawyer on record.

I can't believe you
roped me into signing off

on a mercy k*lling.

Naomi is a long-time client.

She's always been clear

she wants to end her life
before she loses herself.

Loses herself? She's sharp as a tack!

Well, her intelligence and
sense of humor fool people.

The truth is, her
condition is deteriorating.

Well, I feel like the Grim Reaper.

If the Grim Reaper was a notary.

[JERRI] I think it's wonderful
that people finally have

some agency over their deaths.

One of my dear friends
did prison time in the '90s

for helping her gravely-ill
husband end his life.

People who help a family member die

can still be criminally charged.

I'm glad to hear that.

I've got too many relatives

motivated to see me six feet under.

Oh, relax, Harry. We wouldn't k*ll ya.

You'd just come back to
haunt us like a bad smell.

[CHUCKLING]

Dad's ghost roaming the halls,
hovering over his children...

So, exactly like it is now?

All this death talk is
ruining my Cobb Salad.

[♪♪♪]

[KIDS CHUCKLING]

You three.

[♪♪♪]

[WINSTON] Ms. Bianchi?

Mr. Bianchi is here to see you.

Send him in.

[KNOCKING]

Hey. What's up?

I was at Vaziri & Roth downstairs,
so I figured I'd just drop by.

What do you think

about me taking the
kids to Cirque De Lune

- on Thursday night?
- It's my week.

No, I know. That's...
That's why I'm asking you.

- Oh.
- Isabelle won tickets

in a silent auction. Sofia and
Nico are dying to see the show,

and you're probably
too swamped with work

to have weeknight plans with them.

How do you know I don't have plans?

- Do you?
- Not yet.

Whatever your decision is, it's fine.

I just thought I'd ask.

- Okay. All right. Yeah.
- Great. Thanks.

Ahem.

Oh.

Don't say anything to the kids.
Isabelle wants it to be a surprise.

[♪♪♪]

I can't believe you agreed
to emcee Martina's wedding.

I know you hate yourself,
but this is next level.

- Want to be my plus-one?
- No! I don't want to see

your self-inflicted t*rture.

There's going to be a five-course meal,

- open bar, hot bridesmaids.
- I'm in! I'm a good friend.

So do you like my new patio heater?

I do, but promise me
you'll get your handyman in

to secure that gas line.

Trips and falls

are the leading cause of
fatal injuries among senior...

Uh! Do not dare say that "S" word.

- Among sexy, mature adults.
- [LAUGHING]

Nice save.

You know...

I don't have many regrets
in my life, Joanne,

but my biggest

is all the years I lost with you.

Harry...

you should have a second martini
on an empty stomach more often.

I like this sentimental side.

I'm thinking of selling the penthouse.

Where would you move?

I already spend most nights here.

Are you asking to move in with me?

It makes good sense.

What do you think?

I think... that when I have George
come and deal with that cord,

I'm gonna ask for a closet estimate,

because there's no way I'm
sharing a walk-in with you.

[♪♪♪]

[WINSTON] You're already overbooked.

Offer her an 8:00 p.m. appointment.

Wow, the head-shrinking
business must be boomin'.

Kelly and I are going
on vacation next week,

so I have to reschedule some clients.

I wish Bowen would take me on a cruise.

I can't understand why
anybody would pay money

to be trapped in a floating Petri dish

- in the middle of the ocean.
- It was a surprise from Kelly.

Meh, Frank's parents surprised us

with a trip to Italy once.

That's generous!

- With them.
- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

I'm still triggered by gondolas.

Naomi. Our appointment isn't until 3:00.

That's not why we're here.

Our son is trying to
take away my right to die.

[♪♪♪]

My client has applied for an injunction

to block his mother's access
to a medically-assisted death.

Why are you doing this, August?

Mr. Hirota believes that she's
rushing an important decision.

You've always said the three of us
make family decisions together.

You've completely cut me out of this.

We aren't putting your
mother's death to a family vote.

Advancements in Alzheimer's
are being made all the time.

[AUGUST] They could find a cure.

They could also find
a way to colonize Mars,

but neither are
happening in my lifetime.

You still garden, enjoy symphonies,

go on walks with your friends.

Your quality of life is good.

I'll be the judge of my quality of life.

Don't you want to live long enough

- to meet your future grandchildren?
- I understand

this is emotionally
fraught for your client,

but my client has the legal right

to die on her terms.

End of story.

[♪♪♪]

I just don't understand.

[QUIETLY] He isn't gonna drop this.

It's a waste of resources
and my client's time.

She's his mother.

He's not thinking straight.

I can't believe, after all the
medical appointments and red tape,

my plans are being
sabotaged by my own son.

It's scary to imagine a
world without your mom in it.

[NAOMI CHUCKLES SADLY]

August has always
struggled with mortality.

When he was seven, his
pet salamander d*ed.

He kept Mr. Mango in
the freezer for a year

because he didn't want to part with him.

What would you tell August
if he were here right now?

Naomi?

You were telling me about August.

- [UNCERTAINLY] August? Yes.
- Your son.

[♪♪♪]

Did I ever tell you, when he was seven,

his pet salamander d*ed.

He kept the thing in
the freezer for a year.

[♪♪♪]

I read your amendments on
the partnership agreement.

You added a clause

that contractually obliges
me to retire in three years?

- Five... and we have a deal.
- Seriously?

Danny, one day, you'll realize

there are more important
things in life than work.

I'll have Jerri revise the contract
and we'll sign it next week.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

Joanne and I are going
out on her friend's yacht.

She bought me a snazzy
new boating blazer.

[♪♪♪]

- Jerri.
- Yeah?

I finished my moral inventory
and I'm ready to share it.

Congratulations, Abby.

- How about Friday, before work?
- Done!

- Hi.
- Hiya, sweetheart!

I'm here to collect Harry.

And while I have you, I
might as well let you know...

your father's moving in with me.

Congratulations.

No snide remarks?

Cautionary tales?

- Rehashing of childhood traumas?
- No.

At least he's the devil you know.

Abby... Naomi's window to
get her waiver of final consent

is closing faster than we thought.

[♪♪♪]

I was hoping August
would come to his senses

- and stop this.
- So was I.

We're scheduled in court
at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

You didn't come all this way
to tell us that in person.

Naomi, I noticed

decreased cognition in our session.

I saw the alarm in your eyes today,

and I thought, "Uh-oh,

I don't know who's at
the wheel of my noggin,

- but it's not me."
- [QUIETLY] Please stop.

[TENDERLY] Genzo... this is the reality.

No use sugar-coating it.

I'm concerned that your condition

is deteriorating faster than expected.

So... what say the sisters?

Assuming I get August's
application dismissed tomorrow...

We think you may want to get
the waiver of final consent

sooner rather than later.

I'll make a fresh pot.

[♪♪♪]

When Genzo and I bought this place,

we vowed we were gonna
live beautiful lives here,

and then die beautiful deaths here.

Joked that we'd end it all

with a barbiturate and whiskey cocktail,

in a little grove that's tucked
at the back of the property,

listening to Bach's "Prelude No. 1".

Back when we were so young

that the concept of death

was abstract enough to be romantic. Ha!

[♪♪♪]

[INHALES TENSELY, SIGHS]

I'll think on a death date.

[♪♪♪]

Mom, can we bike to Granville Island

to get a Lee's Donut?

That's very specific.

It's what we do with Isabelle

on Tuesdays before Dad
gets home from work.

I wish I could,

but... I have to prep
for court tomorrow.

- What's the case?
- Ah, well... [SIGHS]

My client is very sick and suffering,

and she...

wants to pass on,

but her son is having
trouble understanding that.

The kid doesn't want his mom to die,

but she's going to off herself anyway.

[HORRIFIED] You want
her to k*ll herself?

It's... complicated.

I'll make the bike ride up
to you. Tomorrow night,

we are going to do

a super-special family activity.

What is it?

It's a surprise.

By "surprise", she
means she has no idea.

[RESUMES MUNCHING]

[♪♪♪]

Winston? Cecil?

I'm headed to court,

but I need you to find me a
super-special family activity

- I can do with my kids tonight, pronto.
- On it.

Don't you think it's weird

you keep asking us for ideas
when neither of us have kids?

VanDusen Botanical Garden?

If there's one thing I know about teens,

it's that they love a good perennial.

Capilano Suspension Bridge?

But they lose it for bridges!

Cirque De Lune?

Ah, that'd be great, but...

Never mind. Only tickets
left are VIP experience...

- backstage access, 1,200 bucks a pop.
- [CECIL WHISTLES]

That would be a night for the ages.

[♪♪♪]

Book three seats.

[♪♪♪]

[ABBY] Your Honor, we're
asking the court to dismiss

Mr. Hirota's application.

The health authorities have
a thorough screening process,

which my client has already passed.

Her application was approved
by two independent physicians.

Seems pretty cut-and-dried to me.

Your Honor, we have new evidence

to support our claim.

What Ms. Bianchi is
conveniently omitting

is that Ms. Hirota's
application was denied

by her family physician of 23 years.

It was also denied by the
second physician she applied to,

and the third.

In fact, Ms. Hirota went
on a doctor-shopping spree.

Subpoenaed medical records
show she tailored her story

to conceal a history of depression.

She gamed the system to
get the answer she wanted.

We are now seeking a declaration

that Ms. Hirota does not, in fact,

meet the requirements for
medical assistance in dying at all.

[♪♪♪]

[ABBY] Why did your family
doctor deny your request?

He said euthanasia wasn't "compatible"

with the Hippocratic oath.

And the second and third doctors?

When I go in and I'm having a
good day, my words aren't enough.

They want to see that I'm unwell.

My wife is too eloquent
for her own good.

I refuse to do the song and dance.

And physicians are reluctant
to sign off on assisted death,

especially for a new patient.

Do you suffer from depression, Naomi?

I felt despondent in the few
years preceding my diagnosis,

but it has nothing to do with this.

Did you lie about it?

Of course, I did.

And I resent that I had to,

to get some stranger
to grant me permission

to make a decision about my own body.

This complicates things...

but we'll fight it.

Fight it quickly, please.

[♪♪♪]

Talked to Heather today.

She's champing at the
bit to list the penthouse.

You're not wasting any time.

I've done enough of that.

To the next chapter.

[CLINK]

Ugh! Dear God, what is this?

"Sparkling wine"?

We drank it the night we moved
into our very first place together.

Oh.

Our beach shack.

We were so poor then.

We had two bowls and we
just had to keep washing them.

Do you remember we would eat baguettes

with butter and
blackberry jam for dinner?

To be fair, that may have had more
to do with your aversion to cooking

than our financial status.

I don't think the stove even worked.

- Did you ever try turning it on?
- [LAUGHING]

Do you remember that
fabulous summer solstice party?

Oh, when half your firm showed up?

It was so bloody hot that day.

At some point, you decided
to do away with your clothes.

- You were horrified.
- Most of the party followed suit.

Boaters must've thought they
stumbled on a nudist colony.

We all ran into the ocean
to cool off together.

And then, at sunset, we built
that bonfire on the beach.

Al pulled out his guitar...

Yes, and we sang "Dance
Me to the End of Love".

- I-It was a great night.
- It was.

[♪♪♪]

Until...

I walked in on you and
Luna in the bathroom.

Was... Was that that party?

[♪♪♪]

How did that fire-breather
not burn his face off?

That was insane!

- Was that your favourite part?
- Yeah.

And when the acrobats did
flips on bamboo sticks.

And when that clown farted
and blamed it on you!

Okay, to be clear, it was the clown.

- What about you, Sof?
- Meeting the trapeze artist.

- You just liked his muscles.
- And his artistry.

That was the best show
I've seen in my entire life.

I have to admit,

you really pulled through

with the super-special
family activity, Mom.

[NICO] So where do you think

Dad and Isabelle are
taking us tomorrow night?

[♪♪♪]

Dr. Svensson,

how long has Ms. Hirota
been a client of yours?

Four years.

How would you describe her personality?

She is fiercely intelligent,
self-aware... funny.

When did you diagnose Ms.
Hirota with depression?

- Two years ago.
- What do you attribute it to?

Objection! Dr. Svensson
is not a medical doctor.

Dr. Svensson has
expertise in Alzheimer's.

It is entirely appropriate
she respond to this question.

Overruled.

I believe it was a precursor
to her Alzheimer's disease.

So it could be viewed as an
early stage of her disease

and not as a mood
disorder, in this case?

- Yes.
- Do you believe

Naomi Hirota should have access

to medical assistance in dying?

I do.

Thank you, Dr. Svensson. Counsel rests.

Court is adjourned until 4:00.

- I'll have a decision by then.
- [GAVEL BANGS]

[♪♪♪]

[HUSHED] Winston!

Roz just texted...

do I want to come over
tonight to watch 9 1/2 Weeks.

- Oh, wow!
- What do I do?

What do you want to do?

- Roz.
- Okay.

- What's your underwear situation?
- [BUCKLE RATTLES]

They have little candy canes on them.

You need to buy new
underwear immediately.

And not tighty whities!

- [PERKILY] How was Cirque?
- Awesome! They loved it. I'm a hero.

- I'm glad those tickets worked out.
- Sofia just tagged me.

[DING]

If Frank calls or shows
up, I'm unavailable.

- Okay. You're welcome!
- I need you to watch Craig for a bit.

Your whole family under-appreciates me,

but you appreciate me, don't you, Craig?

Yes, you do! Yes, you do.

After the wedding, we'll serve dinner.

We'll get you to
introduce Martina's family,

then my family, then
do your emcee speech.

About that... I got
a couple of questions,

for stuff I can fold into the speech.

Dan, my man, bringing his "A" game.

Always.

First question... how did you two meet?

In a bar.

In Montreal.

See, Martina caught my
eye when she ate the worm

- at the bottom of a tequila bottle.
- Gross.

- Thank you.
- And then announced to the bar

that it tasted like drunk chicken,

and proceeded to do a
little drunk-chicken dance.

We spent the whole night
talking and laughing.

When the bar closed, we
walked all over the city.

As we watched the sun rise,

I realized I'd never felt
more like my true self

than with this goofy, worm-eating woman.

I'd already fallen
madly in love with her.

Lucky me, I get to spend
the rest of my life with her.

That's beautiful, man.

Next question.

- [INTERCOM BUZZES]
- Ms. Bianchi?

We've got a consult.

She specifically asked for you.

Hmm.

Put her in the boardroom.

Hello, Abby.

[♪♪♪]

- What are you doing here?
- I wanted to talk to you one-on-one.

There's... clearly been
some friction between us.

I don't know how there could
be any friction between us.

I don't even know you.

You sabotaged our evening with the kids.

My kids.

I understand

how my presence in
Sofia and Nico's lives

might make you feel vulnerable,

but I could never replace
you, nor would I want to.

I'm just really hoping we can find
a way to... be on better terms.

Mm.

Really is audacious of you to
presume you know anything about me,

or how I feel.

I... I didn't mean to overstep at all.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm due back in court.

You can pay for this "consult"

at reception on your way out.

Oh, and heads up...

I'm expensive.

[♪♪♪]

[JUDGE] Should Ms. Hirota have
lied about her medical history?

No. But it's ridiculous to
think that a bout of the blues

should be held against her.

As I get on in years,

I take solace in knowing

that I don't have to suffer needlessly

at the end of my life.

You may not understand
your mother's choice,

but...

it's her choice to make.

I'm dismissing your application.

- [BANG]
- [BAILIFF] All rise!

[ABBY EXHALES]

Now you're free...

to book your appointment for
the waiver of final consent.

We have it scheduled
for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

You weren't kidding about
lining up those ducks.

August?

You know I would love nothing more

than to meet my future grandchildren.

But, at that point, not only
will I not know who they are,

I won't know who you are.

But I'll know who you are.

August!

[SADLY] Mm.

He just needs time.

The one thing I can't give him.

[♪♪♪]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[TYPING RAPIDLY]

[WHACKS DELETE REPEATEDLY]

Okay.

_

[LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY]

Craig, do you think I hate myself?

[♪♪♪]

- Come on.
- [CLAPS LID SHUT]

[♪♪♪]

- Martina?
- Hey.

- Do you have time for a short chat?
- Sure.

- So what's up?
- I can't do this.

I can't be the emcee at your wedding.

Then why did you say you'd do it?

Because Quinn asked
me and he's my friend.

What choice did I have?

To not befriend my
boyfriend in the first place!

I'm sorry.

I understand.

I just have to figure out
what I'm gonna say to Quinn.

I can say you had to leave
town for a family emergency.

What if I run into him?

You got the Norwalk virus.

He'll show up at my
doorstep with ginger

ale because he's
that good of a guy.

You backed out because you
are scared of public speaking.

I'm a lawyer, Martina!

Never mind. I'll just do it.

- You don't have to, Daniel.
- No.

I made a commitment.

I can suck it up for one night.

After that, we never have
to see each other again.

[SIGHS]

Do you want to...
sample some wedding cake?

So, I convinced my mother

the bathroom smells this way

because a skunk climbed into the window.

She did not believe you!

She called pest control!

Oh, my god! [CRACKING UP]

So...

I'm standing there, so high,

trying to act normal

while my mom tells this
guy from pest control

how a skunk sprayed in the bathroom,

but weird, the smell
is pretty much gone now.

Bless your mother's heart.

[LAUGHS] The guy is staring
right at me, like, "Uh-huh."

- Pest control has your number.
- But he covers for me.

Convinces my mom

it must've been a baby skunk
with short-acting spray.

On the way out, he warns me

to enjoy "baby skunks" responsibly.

[BOTH HOWLING WITH LAUGHTER]

[CRAIG WHIMPERING]

Craig, you okay?

He doesn't look so hot.

[WHINES]

Do you think he got
into the chocolate cake?

Chocolate is toxic to dogs.

- [CRAIG WHINES]
- Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

He's been in there for hours.

Do you think that's a bad sign?

No.

How did he get into the cake?

How did I not notice?
Why wasn't I watching?

Daniel, listen to me.

Accidents happen.

You're a good dog dad.

Craig's gonna be fine.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

You can go.

I'm not going anywhere.

[♪♪♪]

Do you think...

it's possible to love two
people at the same time?

[♪♪♪]

Heather says she's getting
her photographer in tomorrow.

She thinks we can have the
penthouse on the market by Monday.

Amazing.

- [RINGING]
- Oh.

- [BEEPS IT OFF]
- Who's that?

Daniel. I'll see him in the office.

I'm going to make myself
another latte. Would you like one?

- I'm good.
- Mm.

[RELIEVED SIGH]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

- [QUIETLY] How's Naomi today?
- She's nervous.

I'm going to give you
three words to remember...

pineapple,

sunrise,

chair.

Got it?

Yes.

Now I want you to draw a
clock on this piece of paper.

All right.

Now set the hands to ten-past nine.

[♪♪♪]

We can come back to
the clock at the end.

Can you repeat back

the three words I asked you to remember?

Chair...

[♪♪♪]

[CONTINUES TAPPING ANXIOUSLY]

[GENZO] She would have
passed with flying colours yesterday.

[ABBY] Chair, pear... something.
Come on. I don't remember the words.

She barely slept last night.

I've never seen her this bad before.

It's possible Naomi is
experiencing delirium.

Which is what, in this context?

An abrupt change in mental status.

Dementia sufferers are susceptible.

It presents as acute confusion,
usually brought on by stress.

Any unusual stressors

in Naomi's life the last few days?

Her son taking her to court.

That would do it.

[ABBY] Can you take that into account?

This woman can't seriously
have her autonomy taken away

because she had a bad day.

Just...

stamp it.

I can't sign her
waiver of final consent.

Not today.

I'm sorry.

Delirium is usually temporary.

Hopefully, Naomi will spring back

to her previous level
of cognitive function,

or something close.

You can try again.

Good luck.

[GENZO SIGHS]

You know, my wife has no fear of dying.

Her only fear was ending up a vegetable.

All her damn ducks lined
up... here we are anyway.

[♪♪♪]

[BARK]

Thank God.

[EXHALES WITH RELIEF]

Mr. Craig did great.

The vet had to sedate
him to pump his stomach,

- so he'll be a bit dopey.
- Thank you.

Good boy!

You scared me!

Dopey little scrinch.

Thanks for sticking with me.

Where else would I have been?

Guess I'll see you at the wedding.

Goodbye... Martina.

Bye.

[SMOOCH]

[♪♪♪]

[JERRI] I'd block off
three hours, to be safe.

Retired lawyers love
a three-martini lunch.

You're late!

Apologies.

I had a long... night.

Walk of shame, baby!

It's not a walk of shame

when you're strutting
in like a peacock, Cecil.

Apologies for the crumpled
attire, Ms. Bianchi.

I spent the night at milady's.

- Who's this "milady"?
- Hello, Cecil.

- You forgot your mouthguard.
- Oh! Thank you.

[GIGGLING]

May I offer you a juice
box for your troubles?

- Oh, you may!
- Right this way.

- [ELEVATOR DINGS]
- Hi, Roz.

[AUGUST FIGHTS TEARS]

Mr. Hirota, I can't speak to you
without your lawyer present.

[TEARFULLY] My mother left
me a voicemail an hour ago.

It was a goodbye.

I accept her decision.

I'm not trying to stop her.

I went by the house,
but they aren't there.

She can't die not knowing
how much I love her.

And what an incredible mother she was.

So, please, do you have
any idea where she is?

I just need to see her one more time.

[♪♪♪]

[BACH'S "PRELUDE NO. 1" PLAYING]

[♪♪♪]

Mom!

- August?
- [ABBY] It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

I want to be with you for this...

to say goodbye.

I'm so glad you're here.

Me too.

[♪♪♪]

I never saw you here.

I never saw him here.

Thank you.

It was an honor to know you.

Likewise.

[PRELUDE NO. 1 CONTINUES TO PLAY]

[♪♪♪]

Hey!

- Hi.
- Hi.

How was your day?

Put a m*rder*r away for life. Yours?

I helped a woman k*ll herself.

That lines up.

Oh, and I had a one-on-one
with Isabelle yesterday.

She booked a consult

to try to trap me in a
touchy-feely conversation.

- Wow.
- Yeah! Isn't that sneaky?

I mean... [EXHALING DEEPLY]

not as sneaky as taking your kids

for a VIP Cirque
experience the night before

she's taking them to
see it in the nosebleeds,

but yes.

I don't know that I
enjoy your perspective.

You have no idea how good you've got it.

The men that my mother
used to date? Yowza.

We have that "yowza" in common.

Seriously, though. Your
ex is dating a woman

who is genuinely invested in your kids

and holds no ill will towards you.

You hit the jackpot.

[♪♪♪]

Hi.

Should I be scared right now?

Because I do have a trowel.

I come in peace.

Here. This is for you.
It's a refund for your consultation.

- We didn't do the full hour, so.
- I appreciate it.

You weren't kidding.

You are expensive.

I'm sorry for the stunt.

I... I really shouldn't
have come to your work.

- That was...
- Okay.

Can you not take the
high road right now?

I'm trying to do a thing.

I also came here to say that there...

might be some merit to what you said.

I might be open to the idea
of being on better terms.

[RELIEVED CHUCKLE]

Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?

Uh... I think that's probably
enough term-bettering for one day.

Okay. [CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, how did you know where I live?

[♪♪♪]

Heather says the photos of
the penthouse are terrific.

She anticipates a bidding w*r.

We should think on how we
want to spend the spoils.

I-I've always wanted to
ride The Orient Express.

I don't think I can do this, Harry.

- The Orient Express?
- No.

I don't have to sell the penthouse,
if that's that what...

I think that we need to end this.

Where is this coming from?

Isn't everything perfect between us?

It is.

But I can't stop waiting
for when it isn't...

or when I find you in the
bathroom with a "Luna".

That was a lifetime ago, Joanne!

I have been completely faithful.

[SIGHS]

I believe you.

But that doesn't change the fact

that the deeper in we get,

the more scared I get

that you'll leave me.

But you-you're catastrophizing!

- I'm not going anywhere.
- That isn't the point.

I despise this version of myself.

This woman who gets jealous

when Zina comes into the office,

or when I see you talking to
Linda at my housewarming.

I was being polite to your friend.

Do you think enjoyed hearing
about her intermittent fasting?

I hated that feeling then...

and I hate it now.

I don't want to be that person

ever again.

So...

don't be her.

[TEARING UP] I love you, Harry...

but I have to end this relationship now,

on my terms.

♪ We wear halos we stole ♪

♪ From the back of the bar ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ There's a full moon ♪

♪ Gonna guide us ♪

♪ To the back of your car ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ Oh, damn If I'll die alone ♪