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Have you been drinking?
What a horrible thing
to suggest.
Then explain the text
you sent to Felicity.
I've never texted
your one-night stand.
"Stay away from my husband,
you 'count'."
You're washing your hands of him
like you were never his mom
just so you can get laid?
The agreement stands. 50/50!
Love you, Mom.
Our moms are here
with us in spirit,
and we still have
our awesome dads.
You see what I got Nina
for her birthday?
A DNA kit.
Here's hoping we find
some long-lost relatives.
Did you stick
to Danielle's script?
Word for word.
It was a great interview!
Except for the part where
you're dating Crystal Steele.
Thank for making this decision
easy for me, Dad.
I quit.
Do you have dinner plans?
Last night's takeout.
Asha, this is...
my wife.
Hi.
Let's do it, let's have a baby.
I love you.
Crystal Steele?
That is...
Baffling? Disturbing?
Icky?
All the above?
If you think about it,
she's exactly Harry's type.
Strong, smart, opinionated...
Even if you don't you agree
with all those opinions.
Age appropriate.
Yeah, it's true. You know,
he's never been the kind of guy
to date Barbies half his age.
He's always had
strong taste in women.
He just likes to taste
too many of them at once.
The tenants move out soon.
Three weeks today.
Not that I'm counting.
It'll be nice
having you back home.
Ish. Home-ish.
Hard to believe
that little vial holds the DNA
"of a 6'2" Olympic rower
and Howard grad.
Or the DNA
of a pathological liar
who likes to masturbate
into cups.
Sorry. Nerves.
You ready, Maggie?
As ready I'll ever be.
Okay.
Would you like
to do the honours?
Ahem.
All right,
little Svensson-Roth...
You mean Roth-Svensson.
- That's it?
- That's it.
In and out
faster than Carl Yankowitz.
My first and last boyfriend.
You'll need
to file a transfer memo,
and we'll need signed
joint letters with your clients.
Yup, on it.
Make sure you're up to date
with all your billing.
I'm always up to date.
Are you sure about this?
Yannick's firm doesn't have
half the reputation ours does.
But they recognize my worth.
I look forward to helping them
build their reputation.
You'll be a small cog
in a big wheel.
A wheel with no family...
a wheel
with a designated bike room.
Morning, Mr. Svensson.
Good weekend?
Yes, thank you, Nina.
Me too.
My dad and I took
a pastry-making class
and then, on Saturday, we had
an Alias marathon at his place.
Morning, all.
Nina, I need this
FedEx'ed overnight, please.
Okey-dokey.
Lucinda, good morning.
Hi, Harry.
Special delivery
for Nina Beasley!
DNA Donuts!
Here you go.
Help yourselves.
Apologies, Ms. Bianchi,
I know this is when Nina's
supposed to start her workday.
Yeah, we got our DNA results
this morning
and we wanted
to open them together.
Well, good.
Knock yourselves out.
- You first.
- Okey-dokey.
My family
did DNA kits last year.
Turns out my grandparents
are first cousins.
Weird.
It says
that I have a "sibling match".
A half-brother.
But I'm an only child, right?
Right-a-rooni, Nina Beana.
A younger brother.
Mom had to have a hysterectomy
after I was born.
Are you suggesting...?
What kind of
self-respecting man...
Many, Bryan,
many self-respecting men,
including my father,
and other men I know very well.
Well, Paula was
my high-school sweetheart,
the love of my life.
My one and only.
- Seriously?
- Why don't we just
check Bryan's results
and cross-check 'em?
Ahh. That's usin'
the ol' noggin, Cecil.
See? That kid
doesn't show up on mine.
Bryan...
Nina doesn't
show up here, either.
That would mean
you and your dad
don't share any DNA,
which would mean
he's not even really your...
Ow!
♪ You can't prove it
♪ Uh-oh
♪ You got nothing legit
♪ Uh-oh
♪ The glove don't fit
♪ Uh-oh
♪ You gotta 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
♪ You can't prove it
♪ Uh-oh
Well, the lab must have
mixed up our samples.
What a cock-up!
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna write
a strongly-worded letter.
Uh, Bryan...
I just want to know
how you and your wife...
Paula, God rest
her beautiful soul.
How you and Paula...
Got pregnant with me?
Um, they tried
for two whole years.
You ever see that movie
"Cheaper by the Dozen"?
Paula and I, we wanted
a family like that.
But Mom had uterine fibroids.
So we decided to try in vitro...
Paula's egg and my sperm...
It took a few tries, but...
third time lucky.
Mom always used to say,
"We weren't able
to have more children,
but it didn't matter,
because we could never
outdo you."
Ohh! And she was right.
You were...
you are just perfection itself.
Ohh, Dad.
Uh, how about we get
your DNA retested?
I have a contact
at a lab here in town.
I could get it fast-tracked.
Good idea, Ms. Bianchi.
Yeah, we'll get this mess
cleared up lickety-split.
Hey, just out of curiosity,
uh, what fertility clinic
did you use?
"Lasting Legacies."
Rated number one on Yelp.
Nice!
You won't talk to Harry,
but you'll still mooch his food.
Gotta save money where I can...
since Maggie could soon
be eating for two.
- Are you...?
- Trying to get pregnant?
Yep. She was...
this morning.
Ew. But also...
congratulations!
Thanks.
So, you told her?
Mm-hmm.
And she was fine?
Mm-hmm.
Well, then.
That's great.
Are you leaving because of me?
Or because of Harry?
While working with you
has truly been
a career lowlight...
- it's mostly Harry.
- Figured.
I'll miss you.
Really?
No.
But at least
you're the dickhead I know.
Now I have to be junior
to some rando dickhead.
What, you didn't think
Harry would replace you?
Ahh.
The doctor will be with you
in just a moment.
Mm! Forgive me.
It's been a busy morning.
I haven't had a chance
to finish my breakfast.
You must be Abigail.
How can I help you?
Ah, well, where to begin,
Dr. Peterson.
Oh, please, call me Dr. Doug.
And don't you worry...
You still have
a few good years left.
We have successfully
impregnated many wom...
No. No, no.
That's not why I'm here.
I'm a lawyer.
I'm here on behalf of my client,
Bryan Beasley.
Beasley...
He and his wife, Paula,
were patients of yours
a couple decades back.
I see so many couples.
They had a daughter, Nina.
Paula's since passed away.
- Aw, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Mm-hmm.
Father and daughter recently
did one of those Ancestry kits.
Oh, yeah,
all the rage these days.
Their DNA doesn't match.
I... I don't understand.
Neither do they.
They're both clinging
to the hope
that the lab made a mistake,
but you and I both know
that's a fantasy.
Ahem.
Um...
what did you say
the name was again?
- "Beasley."
- Beasley...
Yeah. Bryan and Paula.
Oh, yeah. Okay.
Here's the file.
Yeah, everything
appears to be in order.
Mr. Beasley's sperm was used
on three separate occasions.
But it's not in order, is it?
Because Bryan's not
Nina's biological father.
'98...
You know, I had a lab technician
back then,
had to let her go.
Narcotics addiction.
I suppose it's possible
that some sort of mix-up
happened back then.
Oh, goodness, I feel terrible.
If there's anything I can do
to help...
Well, for starters,
I'd like Nina's DNA tested
against every donor
at the clinic.
I would love to help you
with that, I really would,
but we destroy all the samples
after 20 years.
Dr. Doug?
Your 11:00 is here.
And yet my chai latte isn't.
Uh, my apologies.
We're gonna have to pick this up
at another time.
Oh, you know what?
I forgot my lucky pen.
Gwyn, hi.
It's Abigail Bianchi.
Uh, if I got you another sample,
could you fast-track
that one, too?
Oh, you're a peach.
Lunches, check...
- Thank you.
- French horn, check.
Hey, did you see that text
from our tenants last night?
They're moving out on Friday.
Yeah, I saw.
Yeah, well,
we don't have to wait.
I could move in this weekend.
Let's stick
to the original plan, okay?
There's a lot going on
these next couple weeks.
Plus, we've given
the kids a timeline.
Let's not rock the boat.
Hi, Mom!
Hey, babe.
One thing I bet you didn't know
is that tornadoes
can be as fast
as Formula One race cars.
Cool.
Yeah, I know, right?
Can I ask you
something personal?
Uh, no.
When did you know
you were pregnant?
With Sofia, I had no idea
until I started
puking up my breakfast,
but, with Nico,
I knew right away.
A gut thing?
A boob thing.
They ballooned!
Frank thought he'd d*ed
and gone to heaven.
It's been, what, days, right?
And there's only a 20% chance
on the first try.
Well, try to relax.
It's all you can do.
Morning, Gazoo.
I can't believe you're leaving.
We'll still hang out.
And you and Maggie
will still have me over
for Sunday dinners, right?
Sunday dinners?
I'd love to leave, too,
but rents are astronomical.
Well, no more in our building
than anywhere else, I'm sure.
Oh, the rent in our building's
a sweet deal for Lucy.
- Daniel...
- Dad leases the whole floor.
Lucy doesn't pay a dime.
What about your phone line?
Utilities?
Back off, okay.
Wifi, shared reception...?
No, no, no, and... no.
Your messages...
yours, and yours, and...
- yours.
- Thanks.
He's interviewing
Marco DiGenova?
Guy's a preening douche bag.
Great.
It'll be like you never left.
Gwyn, hi.
Can't tell you how much
I appreciate this.
Thanks.
Bye.
Nina?
Do you think you could
get your, um...
Bryan to come in?
Are you sure?
I'm sorry, Bryan.
The lab results confirm it.
Dr. Doug Peterson
is Nina's biological father.
I'm relocating to Winnipeg.
Winnipeg?
More like a demotion.
Says the man who works from home
in his Gryffindor pajamas.
Hufflepuff!
And Harriet understands
that I have a creative soul.
Harriet's my new girlfriend.
I'm moving into her place.
Yeah, I give it three months
until she realizes
that you are a talentless leech.
Why are you here?
Harriet is allergic to dogs.
And my new condo in Winnipeg
has a strict "no pets" policy.
So, you're telling me,
after a full year
of fighting for him,
neither of you wants Craig?
We want to find him
the perfect forever home.
Which is my sister's place.
Oh! No way. She's agoraphobic!
Craig needs his walkies.
My buddy Devon...
Is stoned 24/7!
I wouldn't trust him
with a dust bunny.
Enough!
You're wasting
my time and yours.
Come back when you have
a viable plan for Craig.
I'm not paying
for any more sessions.
Ohh...
Okay, "Hufflepuff"?
Let's see how you do without me!
- Hey, Harry.
- Bryan!
You can't just...
Where's Nina?
She's supposed to...
I'm not
Nina's biological father.
Wish I had never
given her that DNA kit, huh?
I just thought it'd be fun
if we found
some new cousins, or...
I'm very sorry
to hear this, Bryan,
but I have a meeting.
I just wanted to talk
father-to-father, you know?
I mean,
you know better than anyone
that intense bond
that dads have with their kids.
Well, I don't know
if I'm really the one...
I could sure use a hug.
Who mixes up sperm?
Also, what were his samples
doing there in the first place?
I want to sue Dr. Doug
for medical malpractice.
Good luck with that.
The fertility industry's
like the Wild West.
Really?
In cases like this,
doctors have wound up
with a short suspension...
Or less,
just a slap on the wrist.
What are you,
a sperm specialist?
Had a case last year.
Couple had one kid via in vitro
before they split up.
Dad still had sperm
stored at the clinic,
mom wanted another kid,
dad didn't want his sperm used.
- And you repped...?
- Mom.
Judge ruled for my client,
since the sperm was banked
while they were still together.
Ah, the law was on your side.
Mm! The laws
are still being created.
It's called "good lawyering".
I need you to get that man
out of my office, right now.
Who, Bryan?
I told him to go grab lunch.
Well, he didn't.
He's crying on my couch!
I just spent five minutes
smothered in a bear hug.
Poor Bryan.
I'd have sworn
they were related.
They are so much alike.
One point for nurture.
Yes, but nature always
takes precedence over nurture.
Please. If that were true,
I'd be a lot like you.
You're more like Harry
than Lucy and me put together.
That is completely untrue
and also
a very cruel thing to say.
I prefer the company
of the crying man-baby.
See?
- I see you've lawyered up.
- Of course I have.
I have a reputation...
Stellar, I might add...
To uphold,
and you are casting
aspersions upon it.
Yeah, well,
you did give the wrong sperm
to one of your patients,
and not just any old sperm...
Your sperm.
I keep a few of my samples
on file,
but only
to calibrate the equipment.
Calibrate the...
I checked
your employment records.
You mentioned a staffer
with addiction issues?
Well, no one was fired
around the time
Nina was "conceived".
You do realize
there's a very simple
explanation for all of this?
Which is?
Uh, Mr. Beasley, perhaps
you'd like to wait outside.
No, I wouldn't like
to wait outside.
I'd like to hear it, thank you.
Woman comes to clinic.
Handsome doctor
offers her a chance
to finally fulfill her dream.
Woman develops feelings
for said doctor.
Feelings?
What are you... implying?
It happened
the old-fashioned way.
I'm...
I'm deeply sorry, Mr. Beasley.
The only crime
that happened here
was one of passion.
I need you to go home
and dig up any correspondence
of Paula's from that time, okay?
Letters, diaries...
If it's true,
and I emphasize "if",
it's still a breach
of his Hippocratic oath.
- No.
- No?
No. None of it matters.
Bryan! Of course it matters.
No. It doesn't.
'Cause I'll never know
for sure, will I?
If Paula was here,
I could just ask her.
I could...
I could look her in the eye,
and I would know,
one way or the other,
but she isn't.
Now I know
that my beloved daughter
isn't my daughter,
and that the woman I loved
more than life itself is...
Bryan... please.
We don't know anything
for certain yet.
My whole life is a lie!
Good afternoon.
Svensson and Associates.
Please hold.
One moment, please.
Where's Nina?
She barfed again
so Jerri sent her home.
I just feel so bad for her.
If I found out my dad
wasn't my dad...
Something tells me you have
nothing to worry about, Cecil.
Oh. Lucy.
What sperm bank
did you and Maggie use?
- Uh, I...
- Please tell me
you guys didn't go
to "Lasting Legacies
Fertility Clinic."
I have a patient in five.
Good afternoon.
Svensson and Associates.
Please hold.
Care to fill me in?
Nope. No. No, I do not.
What kind of people
hire Phil Sterling
and pay his exorbitant fees?
People who have
something to hide.
Yeah, exactly.
You were that kid, weren't you?
The one who framed everything?
What's that?
Third place in
your junior-high spelling bee?
If you must know,
it's my Charlie J. Wilder Award
from the Law Society.
They gave you one of those?
I only frame
the meaningful ones.
And I just happen to have
a lot of meaningful ones.
Of course you do.
What?
Hi, April.
Dr. Doug is gone for the day.
Oh, that's okay.
Just forgot my lucky pen
in his office again.
Oh. He told me
I'm not supposed to let you in.
How long have you worked here?
Three years.
Mm. Does Dr. Doug value you?
And your work?
I don't know how to answer that.
Because it doesn't really
seem like it.
You are clearly...
highly capable.
I am?
Trust me when I say
your boss
is about to find himself in...
a predicament.
You need to start
looking for a new job.
And I am happy to offer you
a glowing reference.
Lucy-Goosey.
I can't stand
you being mad at me.
Is it true, you and Maggie
are trying to start a family?
It's true.
That's wonderful news.
Which one of you is the vessel?
The what?
You know, the carrier.
If you must know, it's Maggie.
Ah.
Well, these things
normally take a few tries.
Thanks. I'm aware.
I would happily...
contribute, if you'd like.
Ew!
You can't be the kid's
father and grandfather.
But, that way, the child would
at least be partially yours.
The child will be mine, Dad.
No matter who carries it.
Well, sure, but...
But biologically speaking...
I have work to do.
Please go.
So...
how are things with your kids?
Well, let's see.
The youngest one
won't speak to me,
the middle one
is leaving the firm,
and the oldest one is enjoying
all of this immensely
because she's carrying around
towards me.
The fact that you're dating me
doesn't help, does it?
There is truth to that, yes.
You can't blame them.
They don't get to see all of me.
I mean, even I sometimes
get sick of "Crystal Steele".
So why keep at it?
I grew up in a home
where powdered milk
and margarine
were considered luxuries.
People say money
can't buy happiness,
I say bullshit.
I'll drink to that.
Yes! Please.
I love being with you, Harry.
I love that I don't have
to dumb things down for you.
And, um...
you're the first person
who's made me feel desirable
in a while.
But...
your kids are your kids, so...
if you want out,
I'll understand.
- Hey, Harry.
- Jesus. Bryan!
You've got to stop doing this.
Did you just use my en suite?
Dr. Douglas Peterson.
The name mean anything to you?
We sit on a board together, why?
He's the fertility doctor
my wife Paula and I used.
And he's Nina's
biological father.
His story is,
they had an affair.
He has loads
of birth announcements
pinned up in the reception area.
But... in his office...
he has a smaller selection...
Framed.
I can't prove it yet,
but I believe
he's been deliberately
using his own sperm
to impregnate scores of women
without their knowledge
or consent.
Including my Paula.
He's hired Phil Sterling.
We may have the beginning
of a class-action lawsuit
on our hands.
Bryan...
would you mind, um,
waiting for us outside
for a moment?
Sure. Sure thing.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
This could be...
Very lucrative.
Yes. We'd get
We?
I'd get a percentage
of the spoils,
on top of a big bump
in my salary,
which is currently
on par with a burger flipper.
And I get to be lead.
You can't be lead,
you're still on probation.
I'll be your senior counsel.
No. I want a co-counsel.
Daniel.
He's leaving, remember?
His choice.
His choice?
You pushed him out.
I did nothing of the kind!
- Don't make me go to Plan "B".
- Which is?
Send this case to my old firm
on the condition
that they bring me in
to work on it
the moment my probation is over.
Why Daniel?
He's good.
I mean,
not as good as me, but...
he's solid,
and he's inadvertently
become an expert
in fertility law.
And in case you haven't noticed?
The only one of your children
that can stand to be
in the same room
with you right now,
is me.
Me!
You really want to push
all your children
out of your life?
Thanks for coming in, Bryan.
Oh, no. Thank you.
At least I know
I wasn't wrong about Paula.
Nina.
I was hoping I'd see you.
I... I...
I made you a tuna sammie.
Thanks, Da...
Thanks.
But I brought
a lunch from home today.
Hey!
Try cutting your dad some slack.
He's not my dad though, is he?
Do you really mean that?
When my mom d*ed,
the only thing
that got me through
was knowing
that I still had him.
And now?
We're...
nothing to each other.
Nina.
I understand your world's
just been turned upside-down,
but what you just said
makes me wanna...
give you a good spanking!
You know what I think
when I see you and Bryan?
I think
you are so freaking lucky.
You have the best
father/daughter relationship
I've ever seen,
DNA or no.
I share 50% of my DNA
with my father and...
trust me...
What you and Bryan have
is so much better.
Have you made a decision?
We have.
Where would
you like Craig to go?
The SPCA.
Did you just say the SPCA?
Shh, shh, shh, shh!
We, um... we couldn't agree
on who should take him.
We feel this is the best
decision for everyone.
For everyone but Craig.
He's old, he's asthmatic,
there's a very good chance
he'll be euthanized.
He's had a very good life.
You told me
Craig was like your son,
but you never loved him the way
a parent should love a son.
You never just loved him
for who he is.
And now you just
want to let him go?
Hmm?
Uh, Harry would like
to see you in his office.
Not at all thrilled
to be your co-counsel,
but...
I guess it's a small price
to pay for partnership.
About bloody time!
Ohh!
Thanks, Jerri.
Wow. I guess Harry's getting
soft in his old age.
My office in five.
Or it's the first sign
of dementia!
All right, what did you do?
What makes you think
I did anything?
In order to get
a class action certified,
we need a plaintiff.
Then we can propose it
to the courts,
based off the evidence
of that plaintiff.
Once it gets certified,
then we can add more.
It's called "common issues".
Do you remember
the VW diesel scandal?
They were cheating consumers
in the same way,
whether it was your car
or someone else's.
But this isn't diesel.
This is sperm.
We need a plaintiff
to take the stand.
You want me to be the plaintiff?
- We do.
- Uh, no, thank you.
I don't even know
if I want to sue the guy.
Nina.
You're our best bet
for getting this guy's clinic
shut down for good.
Do you really want
Dr. Doug to keep doing this
to other people?
I was thinking.
When we do have a baby,
maybe I should be
the stay-at-home parent.
But I'd be
the one breast-feeding.
Well, we can get one of
those breast pump things.
So I can feel like
a cow with udders?
Forget it about it.
Fine. I just...
Never mind.
Lucy, what's up?
You and the baby...
you're gonna have
a biological connection and...
I just want the baby to have
a chance to bond with me, too.
Babe.
I was a mess before I met you.
You have made me
a better person.
This will be our baby.
It doesn't matter
who carries it.
Okay.
Mr. Svensson, Ms. Bianchi,
what is this class action
you hope to have certified?
Your Honour,
we have DNA proof
that our client,
Nina Beasley,
is in fact
Dr. Douglas Peterson's
biological child,
and she's here
to testify to that fact.
Her surviving parent,
Bryan Beasley,
is also a plaintiff
in this case and...
Your Honour, this is fantasy.
A world of make-believe,
conjured by a man
who feels bitter
that his deceased wife
had an affair with my client.
The affair is the fantasy!
Your Honour,
Dr. Peterson
artificially inseminated
not only Paula Beasley,
but many more women,
with his own sperm,
without their knowledge
or consent.
Do you have
more sworn affidavits
to prove this theory?
Not on me.
He has no more affidavits
because there are no others.
Just one DNA match
from a misguided dalliance.
They've had weeks
to find more plaintiffs.
Motion to dismiss.
He's got a point, Mr. Svensson.
Forgive me
if I wasn't clear, Your Honour.
I don't have
the affidavits on me,
because the plaintiffs wanted
to deliver them themselves.
Mr. Svensson,
are we done with the theatrics?
Sorry, your Honour.
Not quite.
Finding this out,
it's affected every single
moment of every day.
Nothing is the same.
And I wake up
in the middle of the night,
with all these thoughts,
like,
what if I start dating someone
and it turns out
that we're related?
And then my thoughts
get really dark.
Take your time, Nina.
I think about my mom...
and how he violated her.
And knowing
that part of who I am
comes from this horrible man...
and not from
this really awesome man...
I don't even know if I can
call this awesome man "Dad"
anymore.
I don't even know
if this really awesome man
will be able to love me anymore.
Sir, you cannot approach
the bench!
Nina Beasley.
You were,
you are,
and always will be, my daughter.
I just love you
to the moon and back.
I love you, too, Dad.
Thank you, Nina.
Well, if there's
nothing else to add,
I will consider the merits.
Your Honour, I'd like to put
Dr. Doug Peterson on the stand.
Objection!
You're here to certify
a class action,
not grill my client.
Class actions take
a long time to prepare.
I think the plaintiffs
in this courtroom
deserve some answers today.
We're all dying to know
what motivated Dr. Peterson,
or, should I say,
"Mr. Peterson,"
since he won't be
a doctor much longer?
- I object!
- You can't object, sir.
This woman is demonizing me.
My motives were pure.
I only inseminated women
who weren't having success
with in vitro.
My sperm is highly potent.
All I'm guilty of
is giving couples
the families
they desperately wanted.
- It was a selfless act!
- Oh, spare me!
You may not have been
drugging and raping women
or-or forcing them to watch you
masturbate into potted plants...
- Objection.
- But you
are just as vile
as any other predator.
You loved looking
at your trophy wall, didn't you?
Your sick way
of continuing your legacy.
But let's be clear.
A real father
tends to bloody knees.
A real father
sits through soccer games
in the rain.
A real father
tucks his child in at night.
You may have had
a biological connection,
but you were never a father.
All righty, then.
I'll have my decision
on whether to certify
this class action tomorrow.
Adjourned.
You didn't suck.
Neither did you...
surprisingly.
Will you please
just tell me what's going on?
Hold your horses.
You'll see.
Surprise!
We painted the suite for you.
Sofia, did you do that one?
It's beautiful.
I did this one.
Oh! Also excellent.
I told Justin
about the new arrangement.
He's cool with it.
I just heard.
Natali has certified
our class action.
Congratulations.
That was great work yesterday.
From both of you.
Wait, a-are you wearing
the same outfit from yesterday?
I have spare shirts
in my office.
Let me guess.
You stayed over
at the hatemonger's?
As a matter of fact, I did.
I almost broke up with her
the other night
because of you three,
but I didn't.
And do you know why?
Because she likes me.
We like each other.
Do I agree
with all of her views? No.
But at least
we can discuss things,
and she doesn't...
What's the word...
cancel me because
I don't fall in lockstep.
And she sure as hell
doesn't make me feel
like a dinosaur.
You treat me
like all I'm good for
is free office rent...
a promotion...
a second chance.
Crystal doesn't want
a thing from me
except my company.
And my body.
She loves my body.
The sex with her is spectacular.
Beach volleyball, right?
Right.
You're Lucy's wife.
That's right.
You're Asha.
Well, nice to see you again.
That time you kissed Lucy...
did you know she was married?
No. I didn't.
I didn't know it the next
few times we "kissed," either.
In fact, I only found out
a couple of weeks ago,
at beach volleyball,
but, my bad, we did have
one last "kiss" after that.
And for that, I apologize.
Getting a head start
on the weekend?
Sort of.
Meeting a friend.
Congrats again
on the partnership.
Thank you.
Equity?
Income.
Seriously? Oh.
I set the table for you
and all you had to do was close.
Set the table for me?
Did you say something to Harry?
No!
Of course not.
Daniel.
Have you ever known Harry to do
anything he didn't want to do?
Ms. Bianchi!
Hey, I just wanted to thank you
for all of your efforts.
Ready to go, Dad.
If you don't
have any plans this weekend,
you should
come over on Saturday.
Yeah, we're hosting a barbecue
for nine of my new siblings.
We're choosing
to look on the bright side.
Paula and I always dreamed
of having a big family.
And I always
wanted brothers and sisters.
Well, that's a lovely offer,
but I'm actually moving...
My folks say
I grill a mean burger.
You should come, too!
I'd love to.
Abigail,
Harry wants you in his office.
- Um, Jerri?
- Yes?
Would you and Eleanor like
to come to a barbecue
this weekend?
We'd love to.
Lucy was the one bad-mouthing
your girlfriend, not me.
Close the door.
I did what you asked.
I made Daniel partner.
Don't pretend
like you did it for me.
Now I want you to consider
something in return.
When your probation's over
in six months,
I'd like you to stay.
That is a dreadful idea.
I interviewed
a number of lawyers
to replace Daniel.
None of them was quite right.
Jerri thought it was
because they weren't my son.
Daniel would never have
brought me a case like this.
You are what this firm
needs, Abigail.
Think about it.
Wow. Just when
I need a friendly face,
here you are.
I ran into Asha today.
Maggie, you have to believe me.
Okay? It's over.
Yes.
It is.
Maggie, I...
Oh, and by the way...
I'm pregnant.
What a cutie-pie.
Thank you.
Come on! Come on.
Hey! You wanna walk?
Okay, okay. Come on.
Your first sleepover, Peanut.
How exciting!
Mr. Popularity.
Uh, do you think it's okay
to bring Englebert?
Well, it wouldn't be fair
for him to miss out on the fun.
Since when do you have a phone?
Dad loaned me his old one,
in case I didn't want
to spend the whole night.
Oh.
But I think
I'm still getting his texts.
Who's "Felicity"?
Frank, hi!
Uh, FYI, Nico's still
getting all your messages.
So, you might want
to keep them PG.
And you must be Felicity!
Truly not a pleasure
to meet you.
Have a great night, you two.
You were right.
She found out.
I didn't know where else to go.
♪ Don't need a rescue
Don't want a lifeline ♪
♪ I need to crumble
Cannot save me this time ♪
♪ Used to think
That being brave ♪
♪ Just meant moving on
♪ Now I sink into the pain
♪ Until it's all gone
♪ Just let me hurt
A little longer ♪
♪ Just let me hurt
A little longer ♪
♪ Heart is in stitches
I b*rned all my bridges ♪
♪ Just let me hurt
A little longer ♪
01x10 - Legacy
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Abigail Bianchi, a recovering alcoholic and lawyer, goes to work with her estranged father and two half-siblings.
Abigail Bianchi, a recovering alcoholic and lawyer, goes to work with her estranged father and two half-siblings.