02x01 - Revisionist History

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Previously on Family Law...

My name is Abigail and I'm, uh...

a schm-alcoholic.

No other lawyer in
town would touch you...

Not even your own firm.

Daniel and Lucy Svensson,
your brother and sister.

I don't want to have to explain
my 40-year-old boomerang kid

on the first date. Go!

- It'll be nice having you back home.
- "... ish." Home-ish.

Ever since you arrived,
I hate coming to the office.

Not at all thrilled to
be your co-counsel...

But I guess it's a small
price to pay for partnership.

I did what you asked.
I made Daniel partner.

Gay people want civil unions... Fine...

But don't force the
rest of us to redefine

the legal definition of marriage

to suit your agenda!

This is the same woman that said

trans people were mentally
ill attention-seekers.

It was a great interview!

Except for the part where
you're dating Crystal Steele.

She was...

- this morning.
- Ew.

That time you kissed Lucy,
did you know she was married?

- It's over.
- Yes, it is.

By the way... I'm pregnant.

Who's Felicity?

Frank.

And you... must be Felicity.

Have a great night, you two.

She found out.

I didn't know where else to go.

I'm so sorry.

I wanted to think better
of Frank, I really did.

But he's just like the rest of them,

ruled by his joystick.

It's utterly selfish!

The worst kind of betrayal.

If I ruled the world, I
would go Old Testament...

I'd round up all the cheaters,
line 'em up against a wall,

and stone them to death!

Ahem.

Who are you, and why
are you in my pajamas?

Mom... this is Lucy.

- Abby's sister.
- Half-sister.

Oh.

You're the one he had
with his secretary.

And might I ask why you
spent the night at my house?

I'm gonna let Lucy fill you in.

Well? Come on.

I'm dating a network TV personality.

Let me do a few shows first.

You're gonna knock it out of the park.

- Nobody does outrage better than you.
- Mm-hmm.

Ah, this is the first time in my life

I don't have to do my own make-up.

Or lighting, or editing. I have a team!

Let's celebrate your debut
over dinner at CinCin.

Perfect. I'll come by your office.

Or we can just meet at my place.

You still don't want me
around your family, huh?

- It's complicated.
- Well, at some point,

we're going to have to
un-complicate it, because...

I'm not going anywhere.

Svensson and Associates.
How may I direct your call?

Morning, Daniel. Craig. "Daniel Craig!"

"Svensson and Svensson,"
when you answer the phones.

Right! Of course. Congratulations again!

- Morning, Ms. Bianchi.
- Morning, Nina. Why is Craig...?

I adopted him.

He's mine.

Mm. Least you'll have one sentient being

who loves you just the way you are.

I'm gonna need you to write up

a publication of notice
for the class action, ASAP.

Jerri, schedule a partners' meeting?

Cecil, contact I.T.. We need to update

the corporate logo.

And, Nina,

I'm gonna need you

to remove your personal
items from your desk.

- Am I fired?
- Of course not.

But you are first point of
contact when clients arrive.

We need to project a professional image.

No, he's not gonna see the irony.

Boardroom in 10. New
client. Don't be late.

He'll calm down once
he's marked his territory.

And I'm not talking about the dog.

My husband, Bert, d*ed
a year and a half ago.

Oh, we're sorry for your loss.

He... left early one morning
and never came home.

The police found his
car by the Fraser River.

They found his Crocs washed up on shore.

His wallet was still in the car.

The only thing they didn't recover

- was Bert.
- Norma...

I can't imagine what
you're going through.

- Do you need help with his estate?
- No.

Nothing like that.

No, I...

I watch a lot of cat videos.

I know, I know... "don't we all?"

A friend of mine sent me this one...

yesterday.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

That's Bert.

I'm sure of it.

My dead husband... is very much alive.

That was Bert's laugh.

And... you see the birthmark?

I thought it looked like an octopus.

- Bert thought it looked like a squid.
- Norma...

our hearts go out to you, but
the chances that it's him...

Okay. Just, um...

Our 25th wedding anniversary.

You see?

Let's just say for a
minute that it is him.

If he's alive and well,

why wouldn't he contact you?

Well, uh...

Okay.

Uh, Bert and I,

we had a good marriage.

I worked at an insurance
firm, Bert was self-employed.

An inventor...

Always coming up with
the next great idea.

His specialty was the "all-in-one."

He invented this...

walking stick.

I mean, it had everything...

Barometer, thermometer,

compass, metal detector,

bear bell, shoe horn.

It could even pick up litter!

His ideas were terrific,

but never quite

right time/right place, you know?

Anyway, I'd saved up enough for us to do

the whole "Freedom 55" thing.

We were gonna buy a used VW van,

tour Canada from coast to coast,

but after he disappeared,

creditors started calling.

He'd drained all our savings

and... left me with nothing
but a mountain of debt.

I... lost my job because of the stress.

Lost the house...

so, now...

I live in a basement suite

and work as a greeter
at Bulk Bonanza. Sorry.

Time for my blood pressure pills.

Another of Bert's inventions...
medication reminder.

You know there's an app for that...

Norma, are you suggesting

Bert may have faked his own death?

I don't know what to think.

That's why I was hoping
you could help me find him.

Seriously? Daniel, that was
the best you could do for her?

I gave her the names of
three private investigators.

There's a very real possibility
that her dirtbag husband

- faked his own death.
- Even if he did,

pseudocide isn't a
crime in and of itself.

Neither's being a "dirtbag husband."

Oh, hey, Frank.

Svensson and Associates.

How dare you come here?

What choice did I have? I
must've called you a hundred times.

- 48.
- I tried

to follow you last night,
but Nico called, you know,

he wanted to be picked
up from his sleepover.

Oh, did our son

ruin your secret
rendezvous with Felicity?

Abby, nothing was gonna
happen. She just wanted me

to... look at her
PowerPoint presentation.

Oh, yeah? What was it called?

"How To Be a Homewrecker
In Five Easy Steps?"

You're angry. I don't blame you,

but we need to present a
united front for the kids.

You're moving back into the house.

You think that's still happening?

I can barely look at you

without wanting to
scratch out your eyeballs!

Abby, they're expecting it.

You cannot do this to our children.

I can't do this to our children?

Okay, okay, bad choice of words.

Bad choices all around, Frank!

How many times
do I have to tell you?

- It was just one drink.
- You know, just go. Seriously.

Go!

Morning, Frank! How are my grandkids?

- Good. Fine.
- Good!

If you want,

I can go stand against the wall,
hand you a few stones.

Nah.

God forbid I broke the windows.
They'd be a fortune to replace.

I still don't know why I did it.

I'm not an psychologist,

but it seems pretty obvious to me.

"Like father, like daughter?"

I wouldn't give Harry that much power.

You lost your mother

at a tender age.

I'm sure it's hard to
fully commit to anyone,

in case you lose them, too.

That's pretty good.

So you say you've
ended it with, uh, "Asha"?

- Yes.
- Do you want Maggie back?

I forgave your father the
first time he cheated on me.

It was the fourth and
fifth times I struggled.

You're a good person, Lucy.

You're a good person
who did a bad thing.

He made me get rid of my stuff, too.

He can have a real,
live dog in the office,

but I can't have my happy panda stapler?

Cecil?

Do you have a minute?

It was super-simple.

I just messaged him and
said I wanted to chat about

a "World's Funniest Cats" compilation.

- He got back to me right away.
- Where is he, do you know?

Stuttgart, Germany.

- Hmm.
- Goes by the name "Gunter".

Too bad you can't extradite
someone for assholery.

Maybe I can get Norma some closure.

- Hello!
- Hi.

I'm excited you wanted to use my video!

As are we.

- Gunter, when did you sh**t the video?
- Last month,

when I was on vacation in
your beautiful province.

It was part of my Michael Bublé tour.

Where did you take the video?

It was sh*t on a pot farm?



If he's here, he's
hiding in plain sight.

Uh...

Before we approach,

maybe we should come up
with a... a game plan.

It's hard to know how he's gonna react.

Norma...

- Norma!
- Bert!

Bert. Bert!

You're alive!

- I can't believe you're alive!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

You left me in so much trouble.

I'm sorry! I don't know
what you're talking about!

Ezra?

- What's going on?
- Not a clue, Leanne.

I've never seen this
woman before in my life.

What are you talking about,
Bert? I'm your wife!

'Kay, first off,

- my name's Ezra Warner.
- Cut the crap, Bert.

You faked your own death a year ago

and left your wife with a pile of debt.

This is crazy.

- You've got the wrong person.
- When did you two meet?

About a year ago?

He answered my ad...

- for a farmhand.
- Let me guess.

He asked to be paid in cash?

Has he ever shown you a piece of I.D.?

- Opened a bank account?
- You gotta believe me, Llama...

- I-I don't know these people.
- "Llama"?

That's what you called me.

I had a funeral for you.

I mourned for you.

Get off our property. Now!

- Or I'm calling the police.
- Better call a lawyer too, pal,

because you owe my client
a sh*t-ton of money!

Oh, no, no, no.

Please. Allow me.

"I'm a partner now,

and you deliberately
breached my authority."

I found Norma's dirtbag husband,

thereby bringing us a new
client, so, you're welcome.

Bert Choi's driver's
licence, courtesy of Norma.

Dig up whatever you can on him,
or on "Laughing Grass Farms,"

- or on his alias, "Ezra Warner".
- You got it.

I'm afraid there's
been a change of plans.

I won't be moving into
the basement suite.

We've jointly decided

that it's for the best.

- We just need a bit more time.
- Do you think we're stupid?

This is just code for
"Mom screwed up again."

What fresh horror will we
find on YouTube this time?

Sofia. Enough.

Don't be so hard on your mother.

He threw you under the bus.

He just can't stand being
the villain in all this.

He made this mess... He
needs to take ownership.

To be fair, it's a tricky situation.

I'm sorry, did I ask for your opinion?

I'm just saying it must
be upsetting for him, too.

Do you infidels have some sort of club?

Is there a loyalty program, or
does that defeat the purpose?

Abigail.

At least Frank didn't cheat
on me when I was pregnant.

I didn't cheat on Maggie...

once she was pregnant.

How much longer will you be
imposing on our hospitality?

Abigail Jane Calliope!

Your sister had a
momentary lapse of judgment.

A moment...?

It went on for months!

You know what? I've lost my appetite.

Morning, everyone.

Good morning, Mr. Junior Svensson.

I see they spelled your name right.

Are you responsible for this?

My client, who, for sake of ease,

we will refer to as "Bert Choi"...

Duh, because it's his name.

Has lost all memories of his past.

You're pleading amnesia?

Actually, the psychiatric
term is "dissociative fugue".

It's common for people
in the midst of a fugue

to disappear and start new lives.

I have a much simpler diagnosis for you.

It's called "lying, cheating..."

Spin this any way you want, Mr. Krol.

It doesn't change the fact that...

We are going to force your
client to pay his wife back

every last cent of the debt he incurred.

Forgive my junior colleague

for her shaky grasp on
the basics of family law.

We're gonna get him to pay
back half, as a family debt.

I am well aware of the basics,

but if this man had
a shred of decency...

It's not about decency, Ally McBeal.

He could never pay back
what you allege he owes.

Allege...?

This isn't Pizzagate.

These are well-documented
debts in his name.

Understood.

But my client has nothing to give.

I'm sorry for any trouble
I may have caused...

but I'm just a farmhand.

Oh, and Mr. Choi would like to start

formal divorce proceedings.

We'll be sending over the
notice of claim this afternoon.

Norma, I would like to apologize...

For the fact that you
got her exactly nothing?

For my colleague's utter
lack of professionalism.

Excuse me.

I liked it better when he was dead.

"Ezra Warner" invented the
first can opener in 1858.

Bert Choi has taken out

a lot of patents over the years.

"Laughing Grass" is a
small organic grow-op,

just a few years old,
owned by Leanne Porter.

And...

the company recently
registered a patent...

Something called the "Port-a-Pothead."

Check this out.

It's an all-in-one for pot smokers.

There's a place to hold your weed

- and a place for rolling papers.
- Even a built-in grinder.

And here's your pipe.

Ezra invented it.

It's an all-in-one...

So the guy's come up with
another cheesy invention.

They've pre-sold 100,000 units
of that "cheesy invention"

to the two biggest cannabis
retail stores in the country.

Hello. Welcome to Bulk Bonanza.

Hello. Welcome to Bulk Bonanza.

Hello... Oh. Hi.

Norma... what if I told you
Bert's about to make a lot of money

off one of his inventions?

I'd say my last shreds of optimism

have vanished into the wind.

In a previous life, I was
a personal injury lawyer.

A really good one.

So here's what I want us to do.

We sue Bert's ass

for "intentional infliction
of emotional harm,"

and we make that lying mother... fudger

pay back every last cent
he owes you, and then some.

You gonna give me one of those?

Take 'em all, stretch-pants!

No. No way.

It's a risk for the firm.
We get nothing unless we win.

Says the man whose middle
names are "Pro" and "Bono".

Even if you do win,

this is hardly on the
scale of the class action.

It'll barely cover our costs.

Just... just give this
one to me, will you?

- I brought you that class action.
- Why is this so important to you?

Norma loved Bert.

She believed in him.

Supported him.

Trusted him! And-And
now he's faking amnesia

to pretend his life
with her never happened.

He needs to be held accountable.

Fine. But you answer to Daniel.

And we set up a meeting
with opposing counsel,

in case we can avoid
taking this to court.

Thank you... for buying
a pair of longer shorts!

Don't thank me. Thank Crystal.

Does she seem...

Yes.

The patent may be registered
under "Laughing Grass",

but it's clearly Bert's invention.

Here's one for "the
all-in-one make-up applicator".

Here's one for "the
all-in-one kitchen utensil".

Oh, it's definitely his, but you'll
never prove intentional harm.

The tort of intentional
infliction of harm

has four elements.

One, the defendant
must act intentionally,

two, the defendant's conduct
must be extreme and outrageous,

and three, the conduct
must be the cause of four...

Severe emotional distress.

Bert's actions the day he
vanished check all the boxes.

Except... you can't prove he was
trying to fake his own death.

Maybe Bert planned on returning
home to his wife that day.

Maybe he slipped on
the river bank and fell in.

- None of us knows for sure.
- Bert knows.

Ah, but he doesn't.

You're not seriously suggesting

you believe this
"dissociative fugue" B.S.?

I am, and I do.

And cases like this have to
meet a very high threshold, so...

I'll see you in court.

Yannick. Seriously?

Is this because I
didn't move to your firm?

Oh, ye of massive ego.

I had to take this, you know that.

Partnership.

It's my chance to take
the firm in new directions.

Dude, it's Harry Svensson.

You think he's gonna relinquish
even a modicum of control?

Sign says it all.

We need to get a professional opinion.

Bolster our case.

Luce, would you do an assessment?
Results go to both parties.

Hell, yes.

We studied dissociative
fugues at Stanford.

I haven't had first-hand experience.

Well, you still won't,
'cause Bert is lying.

Apparently, they're often caused
by significant trauma or stress.

My uncle once got busted in a brothel

and he swore he didn't
remember how he got there.

There's a famous story from the '50s...

Guy named Lawrence Bader
disappeared on a fishing trip.

He was declared dead,

then, eight years later,
he resurfaced in Nebraska,

but now he was "Fritz Johnson,"

and had no recollection
of his previous life.

Proving only that lying, douchebag
men are like cockroaches...

Rampant throughout history.

A team of psychiatrists studied him.

They concluded that he
was telling the truth.

- Then they were duped.
- Maybe.

It's hard to distinguish
between a fugue and malingering.

- Faking it.
- This guy's definitely faking it.

Oh, good! You're all here.

I'd like to invite
you to a family dinner

- tomorrow night... you too, Jerri.
- Why?

To celebrate Daniel's partnership.

- Do you think he also meant me?
- No.

Thank you, Pam. Would
anyone else like to share?

- I think Abby should.
- Uh... that's not how it works, Pam.

You've been comin' here for months
now and you haven't said a word.

You just sit there
lookin' down your nose

at the rest of us.

She has a point.

Fine.

Bullies.

Oh, where to start?

Where we always start.
By stating you're an alcoholic.

- And not a "schm-alcoholic".
- Okay.

My name is Abby and...

I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Abby.

When I first started coming here,
I was in... deep denial.

But I've been working hard...

at getting better...

because I want my family back...

more than anything. Ahem.

And I thought it was what
my husband wanted, too,

until I...

caught him in a hotel elevator

with another woman.

He says nothing was gonna
happen, but, pfft, come on.

And since that happened, I...

want a drink all the time.

I just keep thinking...

I did all this work...

and for what?

What's that?

The pictures we made to
decorate the basement.

I'm gonna give them to Mom

so that she can hang them at Jo-Jo's.

God, Nico! Don't you get it?

She screwed up everything.

- Again! She's a totally crap mother.
- Stop it!

You didn't see her face

when she saw those
texts on Dad's old phone.

Lucy's still asleep.

- Thank goodness for small mercies.
- Now, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?

This is a list of the top
five divorce lawyers in town,

excluding your father.

I can help you set up short consults.

That way, Frank can't use any of them.

No one is talking about divorce.

That's irrelevant.

- It's strategic.
- It's also not happening.

Sweetheart. A leopard
seldom changes his spots.

You have to hope for the best
and prepare for the worst.

We're done here.

Why don't you tell me the parts
of your life you do remember?

I had a great childhood.

I was an only child. Doted on.
I was always building stuff...

Rocketships,

forts, go-karts.

I remember my parents

dying within a year of each other
when I was in my early 20s.

Sorry to hear that.

After that...

it's like this great, big fog patch,

and... I'm just walking through the fog,

till one day, I come out
the other side... older, fatter,

working on a pot farm for Leanne.

Dissociative fugues are often
brought on by trauma or stress.

Can you recall anything
along those lines?

I get these awful headaches sometimes,

and the odd panic att*ck,
where I feel like I can't breathe.

Bert, do you have any recollections

of the day you disappeared?

None.

- I think he's telling the truth.
- Seriously?

I'm sorry. I know that's
not what you wanted to hear.

No!

But... you said yourself,

it's impossible to know for sure.

Yes.

So, maybe you could, ahem,
emphasize that in your assessment?

You want me to lie in my report?

- I didn't use that word.
- You do realize

you just asked me to do
something that's brazenly unethical?

That's low, even for you.

Mm. Guess I figured it
wouldn't be a stretch.

Given your complete lack of
ethics in other areas of your life.

Hello, Harry.

Long time, no see.

Abby...

Abigail. My office, please.

God!

Okay. Uh... either I've
entered a parallel universe

or hell has actually frozen over.

- Joanne told me about Frank.
- I had no choice.

- You're living in a bubble of denial.
- Oh.

We are not getting divorced!

You need to act like
you're getting divorced.

- Forearmed is forearmed!
- It's... That's not the expression.

Your mother's right. The longer
you're out of the family home,

the less likely it is you'll
get to keep it if you divorce.

And what's more important,
the longer Frank has custody,

the harder it's going to be

to get your parenting time changed.

Frank has been very successful
in making you out to be the bad guy,

but he is just as culpable.

He says he wasn't gonna sleep with her.

Of course, he was
going to sleep with her.

The pertinent question is, is
that a deal-breaker for you?

Know what? You two are literally

the last people I would ever go to
for marriage advice.

And this... whole thing is
giving me the creeps, so.

Well, while I'm here, I should probably

fill you in on your other daughter.

Jerri.

Joanne.

I know it's a cliche, but you
really haven't changed a bit.

You have.

- And you look stunning!
- Oh.

I was sad Harry got you in the divorce.

Jerri, has Harry budged on
setting up a partner meeting?

- You must be Daniel.
- That's right.

- How's your mother doing?
- She's good.

Been working in Guatemala the last year.

She always was a do-gooder.

Sorry... how do you know my mom?

We used to be best friends.

Until she slept with my husband.

It is my opinion

that Mr. Choi is suffering
from a dissociative fugue.

And on what do you base this opinion?

I had an in-depth session with him.

He has no memory of the
day of his disappearance.

Your Honor, in a case
like this, it must be shown

that the defendant desired

to produce the kind of harm
that the plaintiff has suffered,

or at least that he knew
that the harm would follow.

Now, if Mr. Choi has no
memory of the day in question,

we can never know what he was thinking.

Thank you for making it so easy.

Counsel, do you have any
further questions for the witness?

- No, your Honor.
- Yes, your Honor.

- Ms. Svensson.
- "Dr. Svensson."

Sorry, Dr. Svensson,

you've been practicing for how long?

- Two years?
- Three.

Are you a specialist in amnesia?

No, but I...

Have you ever had a patient
with a dissociative fugue?

No. It's a rare diagnosis.

So, your "expertise" comes from...?

- We studied it at Stanford.
- Huh! So...

everything you know about
fugues comes from a textbook?

Objection. Badgering the witness.

Ms. Bianchi, you need to put a
proper question to this witness.

Apologies, Your Honor.

How difficult is it, even for experts...

And by your own admission,
you do not fall into that category...

To discern between legitimate
amnesia and malingering?

It can be challenging, but it's very...

So there's a good chance that
Bert Choi could be, in layman's terms,

"lying through his teeth,"

and that he remembers
faking his own death...

Objection... improper question.

Knowing he'd be leaving his wife behind,

grieving and destitute?

Sustained. Ms. Bianchi,
I know you know better.

No further questions.

You ambushed me.

You were a hostile witness.
I treated you as such.

You asked me to do the assessment.
I was just doing my job,

- and you made me look incompetent.
- Oh, wah, poor baby.

I was just doing my job.

- Daniel, say something.
- Lucy's right.

That was vicious.

But also very effective.

Ow!

See you guys at my celebration dinner!

- You were good in there.
- Thanks.

Like Mike Tyson when he bit
off Evander Holyfield's ear.

It's just that...

I can't help but wonder if
the doctor lady is right.

Maybe he really doesn't remember.

Bert and I took an acting
class for fun one summer.

Bert was so awful,

the teacher begged him to drop out.

When you've been married
to someone for that long,

when you've trusted
them for that long...

You know what I want
even more than the money?

The truth.

Thank you, Darren.

Ah. Lucy-goosey.

Mm!

- I heard about you and Maggie.
- Did Abby tell you?

No. Joanne. Why didn't you come to me?

You could have stayed at my place.

Dad, you have a one-bedroom penthouse

- and that woman that you're dating...
- Oh! Welcome.

Come in, come in, everyone.

Let's sit down. There are no
restrictions on the menu items...

Daddy's paying, and that
doesn't happen all the time.

All right. Ah, isn't this...

Isn't this nice...

all five of us having dinner together?

- Didn't Jerri come with you?
- Jerri had to cancel.

- Then who's the fifth?
- Hello, everyone.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, fantastic!

- Well, cheers, everyone.
- Cheers. To Daniel.

Well, Lucy, how's life treating you?

Fine.

I read that Tegan and
Sara are coming to town.

Will you and Maggie be going?

Because they're gay, and we're gay?

Of course not.

If you'll excuse me.

Ahh.

Oh. Sorry.

Must be tough for you, being
around people who drink.

- Certain people, yes.
- Mm. Ah.

I'm so happy that I can hold my liquor.

If I couldn't drink my
bubbles, I'd k*ll myself.

Y... What?

So, Danny...

- "Daniel."
- Daniel.

Ah, you know, I tried to tell your dad

that you were ready for partnership,

but do you think he'd listen to me?

Good thing Abby tipped
the scales in your favour.

Where'd everybody go?

- That woman is...
- Vile.

- She is...
- Loathesome?

- This whole dinner was a set-up.
- Yep.

Did Dad only make me partner
because you talked him into it?

I gave him a nudge.

That's all.

Listen, can I... Can I
ask you both something?

When Norma's medication
alarm went off in court today,

did you notice that Bert had
an almost-Pavlovian response?

No.

I was too busy staring at Lucy's
entrails, spilled all over the floor.

Sometimes, certain objects, or sounds,

can trigger memories in
a patient with amnesia...

Or, in this case, one of his inventions.

- What are you thinking?
- I'm thinking...

if he's really in a fugue state...

Seriously?

Now you believe me?

Maybe there's a way we can get
Norma the money and the truth.

Mr. Svensson, my
patience is wearing thin.

Apologies, Your Honor.

Elevators were slow this morning.

We'd like to call
Bert Choi to the stand.

Mr. Choi, your defense is

that you can't have
intentionally inflicted harm

if you can't remember
the day you disappeared.

- Correct?
- Yes.

And yet, you were already
inflicting intentional harm

years before you
disappeared, were you not?

Objection. He doesn't remember.

It doesn't matter whether
or not he remembers,

because we have proof.

I'd like to introduce into evidence

the Chois' financial statements.

Mr. Choi was intentionally
bleeding Norma's earnings dry

for years without her knowledge.

I refer you to item one in the file.

This is "the Bedtime Hug Pillow".

Remember this invention, Mr. Choi?

No. I told you, I
don't have any memories.

Norma, can you tell us how
much he took out of your savings

- to build this prototype?
- $4,000.

"The Infa-Shine."

Your infant cleans while he crawls.

- How much?
- $7,000.

- A full-body umbrella.
- Also seven.

And here we have the...

all-in-one walking stick.

$30,000.

What is that noise, and
can we please turn it off?

"The Medi-Mind".

It's another of Bert's inventions.

He sunk 50 grand into those,

- but it did get him onto Dragon's Den.
- Kevin O'Leary...

told me... I was an idiot.

I hid the worst
of our financial troubles

from Norma for years.

Intercepted the calls and letters

from the collection agencies.

I just kept thinking

my next invention would be "the one".

And then it came to me...

Air-conditioned shoes.

Because who doesn't get overheated feet?

So...

I took out a second mortgage,

I forged Norma's signature,

sunk a bunch of money into prototypes,

and the first time I tried on a pair,

I was sure I had a hit.

Till it started to rain...
and the motor short-circuited.

I brought us to financial ruin.

So I decided to end it all.

I slipped into the
river to drown myself,

but... I failed at that, too.

Can you ever forgive me?

Yes, Bert.

I remember how
supportive you were.

I loved you. I...

I love you.

But I thought I loved Leanne.
I... I'm so confused.

It's okay, Bert.

I can end your confusion.

Because I would never take you back.

My mother used to tell me,
"a tiger can't change his stripes."

I'd always be wondering

if you were gonna break my trust again.

I deserve better, Bert.

I deserve better.

Mr. Choi, while I believe you
did have some form of amnesia,

that does not negate the fact
that what you did to this woman,

over years, is unconscionable.

She supported you through
all of your failed inventions,

and deserves to reap the
benefits of the... "Port-a-Pothead".

I find in favour of the
plaintiff, Norma Choi.

Counsel, please book a half-day
so I can set the damages award.

Please tell me we can
unpack this one over drinks.

Hey, if you're buying, I'm there.

Congratulations.

You'll be getting a nice payout.

Enough to buy a used
canary-yellow VW van.

- Thank you.
- Aw!

Oh, one more thing.

I'll use my phone from now on.

I'm gonna have a quick shower.

- Take-out for dinner? Your choice.
- 'Kay.

- Frank?
- Stay away from my dad!

Stay away from my family!

Oh, my God.

Ahem.

Hi.

Hi.

- How are you feeling?
- Emotionally? Like sh*t.

- Physically, fine.
- Maggie, what I did, it...

it's not who I am.

Okay? I'm a better person than that.

Oh, Lucy. Do you really believe that?

When we first met, you
were dating someone else.

I... told myself you could change.

Who was I kidding?

You are a deeply-damaged human being.

Incapable of honesty, fidelity... love.

You're not a good person, Lucy.

You're rotten to the core.

Nina?

Did you hear back from
the signage company?

Apparently, someone here told
the guy that the job was done?

- I thought I said no candy.
- You did.

And I overruled you.

- I deserve a partners' meeting.
- It's on the books for Tuesday.

Thanks.

- You dodged a b*llet last night.
- Figured.

- Mom?
- Sofia.

I don't want to live with Dad anymore.

Sofia... you scared the hell out of me.

She took off.

Wasn't answering her
phone. Neither were you.

Tell me again you weren't
gonna sleep with her, Frank.

I can't do that.

Thank you.