Family Law - Second Season

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, died 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?"