Previously on Family Law...
You've fulfilled the terms of your probation.
-I've drawn up an offer. -We'll be one, big unhappy family.
I know you have a boyfriend and...
I'd hate to do anything to ruin our friendship.
You won't be part of my daughter's life.
You're allowed to change-- not just your mind, but who you are.
I am officially Harmony's parent.
Oh, God. Sorry. Harry?
I'm ordering a "nesting" arrangement. You will both take turns
living in the family home.
We had more good times than bad.
We had great times.
"Morning, Ralph."
You're supposed to say, "Morning, Sam." Looney Tunes?
-Wolf and the Sheepdog? -I have an 8:00, so.
-Where will you be staying? -The Executive Studios downtown.
-Go easy on the Pay-Per-View. -I've said bye to the kids.
They have to make their beds every morning.
No phones at dinner. Shoes off at the door.
No sugar after eight.
I'm their mother, Frank, not a live-in nanny.
I printed out instructions. The fridge is stocked.
Please do a shop before you leave.
Recycling goes out on Tuesday.
And the main floor toilet's on the fritz.
The plumber's coming between 2:00 and 4:00.
I can't be here, I have a full workday.
Sorry, Abby. It's your week.
-Plumbing. -Hi.
We have a plumber booked for today at 2:00 p.m. at the Bianchi's.
I'll have to re-schedule that.
Same time next week? Perfect! Thanks.
Oh, the fruits of my loins!
-I love your hair. -You're wrecking it.
-I can't breathe! -Well, get used to it.
Mom weeks will be chock-a-block with hugs.
And kids?
Let's not use the main floor toilet this week, okay?
"Running Man".
That's a classic.
But hold up. What about "The Sprinkler"?
How's that one go again?
Okay. But... huh?
-I mean... -Yeah. No.
I told you. It's impossible to pick a best '90s dance move.
-No. I got it. -Okay?
-Okay. "The Carlton," for the win. -Thank you!
I heard from Quinn last night.
He'll be back in a couple of weeks.
It will be a hard transition for him. He doesn't know anyone here.
We'd only just moved when he got his next assignment.
Well, then...
our friendship matters more..
Let's just stick to the "friend" part.
-Thanks, friend. -You're welcome... friend.
That was the absolute last time. We pinkie-promised.
You've been doing that every day for two weeks.
Once, we pinkie-promised four times in an afternoon.
-Daniel! -I didn't expect you to be so judgy.
Says the man who didn't talk to me for two weeks
-when he found out I'd cheated. -I'm not cheating. Martina is.
That would never hold up in court!
-I thought you were taking time off? -I was, I got bored out of my nut.
Did your nesting arrangement start today?
Yeah. Frank gave me a list of house rules, for my house.
-How's your new place? -Fine. Like I'm back in residence.
Two Mugs, two plates, and a mattress.
Maggie really did take everything.
Why don't we do an IKEA run with the kids?
Nico loves IKEA. He'll eat meatballs till he pukes.
I'd like that.
I could find her, easy-peasy.
No. I don't want to make things worse.
She abducted your child! It can't be worse.
Her dad told me she's safe. I just need to give her some space.
Promise me, Abby.
No. No pinkie-promises. Just look me in the eye and say it.
Fine. I promise.
When Bryan's new girlfriend joined them in Indonesia--
Nina felt like a third wheel and came home early.
So you've told us about 30 times.
Why did she seek me out to tell me all that?
She didn't. She ran into you going to her accountant's.
-So she says. -And she turns you down
-when you ask her out. -She's still not over her jet lag.
Svensson and Svensson. How can I help?
Morning, everyone.
Come in as early as this morning.
Abigail. I apologize.
If I'd known you were still in your mother's house, I'd have worn a robe.
-Please! Stop talking. -She was called Hannah Darrow,
she wants a consult, she's booked for 10:00.
-No... -Please don't call--
-Dibs! -Dibs! I'm partner
That's automatic dibs. Buzz me when she arrives.
You have got to put a stop to this.
They're behaving like toddlers.
Nothing wrong with sibling rivalry. Keeps them on their toes.
Mr. Svensson? Hannah Darrow is here.
Be right there.
You can let him out in 15.
What brings you in today, Hannah?
My ex-husband is trying to steal my property.
Your home? A car?
My unborn child.
FAMILY LAW
Terry and I were married for 22 years.
We met at university, in an astronomy club.
We got into this huge argument as to whether Pluto was a planet
or a dwarf planet.
It was downgraded to a dwarf planet nine years later, so I was right!
-Fascinating, but-- -We had so much fun.
We never fought. We were that couple.
You know the one all your friends envy?
-I remember those days. -Two years ago, he said, "Honey...
I'm gay."
That must've been very painful.
Six months later... he fell in love.
With Jean-Paul.
What about your unborn child--?
Terry and I have two children-- boy and a girl, 18 and 20.
They're amazing kids.
They were conceived through in-vitro.
I wanted to try for a third with our remaining embryo, but Terry said no.
He was done.
Now he wants it, so he and Jean-Paul could have a child with a surrogate.
He may want it, there's no way he'll get it.
-Not without your permission. -So you'll help me?
Yeah! Of course.
If you sign this retainer agreement, we'll make it official.
Daniel! This is Hannah.
My new client.
The mailbox is full and can't accept any messages.
Knock-knock!
Irma, please. Come in.
For someone who's had two whole weeks off, you look like crap.
My neighbors are being a pain because I asked them to keep their
kids inside from 11:00 and 4:00.
That's my nap window!
I tell my cab driver his English is very good, and he flips!
It was a compliment!
All I said was she might want to ease up on the Nanaimo bars,
and now I am persona non grata.
-She's awful! -So dump her.
I can't just fire a client. Not someone like her.
-She's paranoid and-- -I know you locked me in.
-Speaking of paranoid. -Not if it's true.
So this is more like it!
Mother, you can't be here! Work is my safe space.
Lucy.
-How are you holding up? -I'm doing okay.
-Dan. -Daniel.
Is your mother still roaming about, God-knows-where?
If by that you mean Guatemala, she's back.
-Her firm doesn't run itself. -Since you're both here,
I have news. I'm selling the house.
What?
Someone slipped an offer through my mailbox, an offer I couldn't refuse.
Where do I go during my non-nesting weeks?
You're 41, Abigail. You'll survive.
Hello, gorgeous. I've booked us a table at CinCin.
They're-- I didn't say anything. -Shut up.
-It's pre-emptive. -They seem happy.
Yeah, they do.
But we all know how this story ends.
Hey, Nico.
One thing I bet you didn't know is that Pluto isn't a planet.
It's a dwarf planet. Everybody knows that.
Where are my favorite plates?
Dad prefers the stuff Nonna and Nonno gave you.
-Wait, where are my cookbooks? -The ones you never cook from?
They're aspirational.
And where are all my other books?
The mirror I bought in Venice? My Jane Irwin sculpture?
My books, artwork, knick-knacks, spare shoes, winter coats,
even any photos of me! He tried to erase my presence,
It never stopped being my house, or my kids.
At least you still have your things.
-And your kids. -Come on, Lucy! I didn't mean--
Ever hear about the woman who cried because she had no shoes...
who met the woman who had no feet?
The woman with no shoes has every right to be upset,
especially if her ex dumped them in the garage.
Things are looking up.
Abby's already brought in 10 new clients.
One of which she stole from me yesterday.
-And how did she do that? -She trapped me in my office.
You sound like one of those QAnon people.
Any new business is good for the firm, and therefore good for us.
Putting your sister on an eat-what-you-kill deal
was one of my better ideas. Keeps her hungry.
She keeps this up, she'll soon be out-earning you.
Jean-Paul always wanted kids.
No one's stopping you, Mr. LaRoche.
You can either of your sperm and an egg from a surrogate.
At his age, Terry's sperm is less likely to produce viable embryos.
Jean-Paul has genetic disease in the family.
She will never need to pay support or be part of the child's life.
So erase her from the picture?
She'd still be the child's biological mother.
Please. We stand a much greater chance of success with this embryo.
Look at the two children we created.
Exactly! We created them.
And thanks to you, we don't exist anymore.
My client has suffered more than enough. Our answer is no.
We were hoping to solve this amicably, but the contract
they signed clearly states that either person can claim
the unused embryo, and Terry is claiming it.
We'll leave you two to discuss.
I begged him to have a third child.
I thought he didn't want another kid.
But he just didn't want another kid with me.
-We can fight this, right? -Of course.
You've done cases like this before, right?
She hasn't, but Daniel Sven--
I'll fight like hell for you. You have my word.
And she wanted a third child, but he refused.
If he had his way, she'd be forced to have a child against her will.
It's taking her control away from her own body.
Is still part of her body? It's been frozen for years.
She's not being forced to carry it,
-or have anything to do with it. -It'll be hers!
Imagine knowing you had a kid, but you had no part in their life.
Harry's parenting experience in a nutshell.
It's his DNA too. That has to count for something.
Harvesting eggs is more involved and painful than sperm.
Mr. Martin just had to "harvest" into a cup.
What about you? You must have an opinion.
Nope. Says the man who fancies himself a fertility expert?
Fertility law expert.
And your client, not mine.
So here's the thing.
There's a very out-of-date contract that gives Hannah's ex
the right to use the embryo.
That is a pickle.
When I look at past cases for precedent, it's all over the map.
You heard of the "personhood movement"?
Groups saying embryos shouldn't be treated like property?
Under that, Terry would win.
-In Munro v. Bennett-- -I do know that one.
They decided his right not to be a parent outweighed her
right to be a parent. Under that, Hannah would win.
Can you think out loud in your own office? I have work to do.
I need to win this for Hannah. And...
I could use your help.
All right. I'll help you.
Thank you.
Make me first chair, give me the billable hours.
-We split them, 50-50. -60-40 Final offer.
-Fine. -Show me the paperwork.
I was thinking using a pro-choice argument.
You're overthinking this. Why get politics involved?
What do you suggest?
We go back to the very first thing you said.
-This contract is very out-of-date. -So, we...
-We poke holes in the paperwork. -Yawn. Fine.
But yawn!
I am your child, Mother. Not your indentured servant.
I like to think my reward for bringing you into this world,
after 36 hours of labor and 12 stitches,
is that you must forever be both.
If I write a memoir one day, you will not enjoy the read.
Mom, I'm starving. We always have dinner at six.
All right. Okay. Dinner, coming right up.
Delicious pasta and homemade Bolognese sauce.
-Homemade by our father. -Where's the salad?
Dad always makes a salad, so we can get our roughage.
Here. Your roughage, sir.
So I was thinking.
How about we eat in front of the TV?
-Reward for your hard work. -Dad won't let us eat there.
Dad's not here. Mom is. Meaning, Mom makes the rules.
We shouldn't put our feet on the coffee table.
I bought this coffee table. Put your feet up or no dessert.
I found Maggie.
Mom?
I am pooped!
We rode 10k around the seawall.
At a glacial pace.
Craig likes to take in the view.
I have some leftovers...
and a really cool bottle of orange wine.
Martina, what are we doing?
I don't know. I haven't seen Quinn for four months,
our conversations are really strained lately--
that's no excuse. I don't want to be this person.
It's not fair to him, or you.
Let me make it easy, this time. I'll go home.
Give you some space to think.
I know what I want.
I am so proud of you. You set boundaries.
I spent the whole night staring at my phone like a hormonal teenager,
hoping she'd reach out. I even put "You Belong With Me" on repeat.
Aw! You're a Swifty!
"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they're yours."
if not--" -Hunt them down and extradite.
I got something to tell you, you might be mad.
-Story of your life. -You made me promise not to.
There's the sequel.
My P.I. found Maggie and Harmony.
-Abby! -And there's the trilogy.
-How could you? You promised. -Do you want to see the photos?
They're in a condo in Florida with Maggie's mom.
Now we can move on to next steps. Call the local authorities,
have Maggie arrested, extradited, and charged with child abduction.
If she's in prison, you'll have full parenting.
I don't want Maggie thrown in jail. She's Harmony's mother.
-You're her mother, too. -Abby! I'm serious. Don't you dare.
She'll talk when she's ready.
You're welcome.
Emily came to me in my dreams last night.
It's been ten years, and I still miss her so much.
My friends say I should get over her,
but grief doesn't work to a schedule.
I could actually feel her rough little tongue licking my face.
Jesus Christ.
-What did you say? -It's a cat! Get over it already.
Irma... I am-- I am so sorry. That was out of line.
Same time next week?
I can't believe Lucy's giving her a free pass.
She'll just let her take their kid to Disney World every weekend.
Aidan. We're meeting for lunch.
Oh, my God. You're pining.
-I'm not pining. -Yeah, you are!
Wittle Daniel wikes someone. Who is she?
Has she banged our father?
Isn't your mother banging our father.
Hey, Roz. What courtroom are we in?
Courtroom A, With Deer-in-the-Headlights Deerchild.
He's spent the last 15 minutes deciding between a bagel or a muffin.
In conclusion, the language in the contract is clear.
Mr. Martin is entitled to access the embryo for procreation.
He's simply exercising those rights. Counsel rests.
Mr. Svensson?
Your Honor, the language in this contract would never hold up today,
even so, they are misinterpreting its intent.
For the couple to access their embryo jointly,
or for one to access the embryo if the other died.
It's not intended for one party to use it
over the objections from a living spouse.
A modern contract requires contemporaneous mutual consent.
Maybe, but the contract is a legally binding document.
Not if one of them didn't fully understand the terms.
These documents now usually contain three options
for contested embryos: donate, give to research, destroy.
We ask for an order restraining Mr. Martin
from utilizing the embryo without Ms. Darrow's consent,
then we would like the embryo destroyed.
You've given me a lot to chew on over lunch...
aside from my actual lunch.
I should have my decision later this afternoon.
You'd rather destroy our embryo than let us be happy?
-Karma's a bitch, Terry. -Hannah, please.
Why don't you both get a couple of French bulldogs and call it a day?
Objection! Uh, inflammatory.
And stereotyping.
She's oozing bitterness.
I've seen it happen to friends.
Madly in love one day...
wanting to tear each other's faces off the next.
I've wanted to tear Frank's face off more than once.
Last time was yesterday.
Did Sofia Vergara's ex go to court to claim their embryos?
He did and he lost. I'm fascinated that you know that.
I'm kind of an expert on Vergara.
You should probably know...
-she'd be my one free pass. -I'm comfortable with those odds.
I can't imagine why anyone would want to start a new family
at this stage in life. Her ex has to be in his 40s.
He's met the second great love of his life.
All the love in the world wouldn't be enough for me.
But never say never, right?
I'm sorry, Aidan, but I can 100% say never.
Harry! Hi! Probably not a good idea to bring your latest fling.
-to the courthouse. -This is Sabrina--
The other woman he's with is my mother.
Abigail! This is Sabrina Bass...
soon-to-be ex-wife of Connery Bass.
Well... you can't go wrong with Harry Svensson,
he's the best of the best!
Thank you for lunch. I may be in touch.
But probably not.
Have you lost your mind?
She is about to go through a long, nasty divorce.
The fees could fill our coffers for years.
Why on Earth would your mind immediately plunge into the gutter?
Maybe because that's what you do, Harry.
-Lather, rinse, repeat. -People change.
Some people do. Just end it. Now.
Before my mother becomes even more invested. Do her that courtesy.
Do me that courtesy, I'll be the one left trying to pick up
the pieces of her tiny, pickled heart, again!
This was a tough one.
Embryo ownership and control
are highly complex, and the laws can't keep up.
In most cases, the courts are ruling against the party
who wishes to procreate, but...
other courts have defied the trend.
And gosh darn it, if both arguments don't make a lot of sense...
I went back and forth on this one.
Back and forth...
I've decided, the only responsible decision
is to let the original contract stand.
My ex gets to have my baby and there's nothing I can do about it?
-Sorry, Hannah. He made his ruling. -Well, there is one thing.
If the original contract stands, that means you also have access
to the embryo for procreation.
Whatever he says, it's not as bad as it sounds.
She just convinced our client to have a revenge baby!
Our job is to act in the best interests of the client.
So how is that letting her have a revenge baby?
Stop calling it that, she always wanted a third child.
-This way she's in control. -It's out of spite.
This buisness runs on spite. I had a client who went to jail
for sinking his yacht because it was easier giving it to his wife.
Think about Hannah. Why should he get everything he wants,
while she gets nothing?
He kept his secret from her for years so he could use her as denial.
-How old is Hannah? -Late-40s.
There's a lot of risks with geriatric pregnancy.
If she's lucky, it won't stick.
Abigail, your legal advice was morally questionable.
-Thank you. -But it was also creative.
You'll have to go back to the judge,
which means more billable hours. I can't see a downside.
I want no part of this. Keep the hours.
I kept it from Eleanor for years.
-I wasn't suggesting-- -But I never used her.
I didn't say, I was terrified of hurting her.
You may find it hard to believe,
maybe Hannah's ex kept his secret for years because he loved her.
He may still do, in his own way.
Maybe.
Or, maybe he's just another selfish dick who put his own needs first.
Applied Psychology and Behaviorism Conference?
You're Dr. Garcia.
Please, call me Kelly.
You gave a great talk on family behavior.
-Thanks. -Hi, everyone!
Welcome to Boxing for Beginners.
First, I'd like everyone to pair up. One on the gloves, one on the pads.
-Thanks. -Thanks.
I don't even know why I'm here.
My friend convinced me, she bailed last-minute.
We'll learn about proper technique later, but first,
I want you to show me what you got. Don't just punch the pads.
Punch through them.
So, why are you here?
Uh... yep...
Is anyone nine months sober?
Big C!
Ten months?
Congratulations, Abigail.
Have I missed anyone?
-Me. You forgot me. -Of course.
Pam's getting a medallion.
Nice job, Pam!
Three years sober!
I bought a cake to celebrate.
My sponsor was supposed to bake it for me, but...
well, we've all tasted Ruth's baking.
Hey.
Hey! Sorry I got a bit carried away earlier.
It's all good.
But can I ask you a question?
Are you okay?
You must be feeling very proud.
I kind of am. Nice to get the heavy lifting out of the way.
The heavy lifting's barely begun.
I think you're ready for step four.
Which is?
Moral inventory. A written assessment of your life,
so your weaknesses, character defects...
-That would fit on a Post-it note. -Would it?
Helps identify any unhealthy patterns of behavior.
-Like? -Like, why is your go-to position
always "an eye for an eye," instead of "turn the other cheek"?
Why is your go-to position always "quote treacly biblical shit"?
And my sister finished telling me
that she wants to extradite my ex for child abduction.
Sounds like the plot of a Lifetime movie.
I took all that into my session and broke one of the cardinal rules.
I let my personal baggage interfere with my work.
To be fair, that is a lot of baggage.
All psychologists have wanted to do that.
But most don't. I'm terrified she'll lodge a formal complaint.
Her favorite pastime is suing people.
She paid for her therapy by suing her dentist.
She sounds like a nightmare.
But she sounds like a narcissist who loves to hear herself talk.
I'd be willing to bet she shows up at her next appointment.
And in the meantime... be kind to yourself.
Watch a Lifetime movie. Don't be a Lifetime movie.
-How are you holding up? -Thank God for Lorazepam!
Want to know something weird?
-It's our anniversary today. -You're kidding!
Every year, to celebrate, we'd go out to Porteau Cove, stargaze,
-bring champagne and pizza-- -Hannah, I'll see you inside, okay?
-Hey! How's your week been? -Fine, no thanks to you.
You stripped the house of my stuff. Did you bring in an exorcist, too?
I'm sorry, Abby. I honestly forgot. I did it ages ago.
I couldn't handle all those constant reminders.
I should've put them back. I will do that.
Too late. I already did it.
I really am sorry.
See you tonight?
See you tonight.
Hey, everything go okay with the plumber?
Got to fly, late for court!
This is a waste of everyone's time.
Ms. Darrow doesn't want a baby. She's only doing this to be punitive.
I urge you to stick to the previous ruling
and award my client ownership of the embryo.
Your Honor, I'd like to call Terry Martin to the stand.
Mr. Martin, when you were married, did Hannah want a third child?
-Yes. -Is it also true that you refused?
Objection! He can change his mind.
And you walked out on her after 22 years of marriage,
a marriage constructed on a foundation of secrets and lies.
-Objection! Speculation. -Sustained...
-but I will admit, I am riveted. -It wasn't a lie.
I grew up in a very religious household.
I forced myself to believe I was straight for years.
And now you rub salt in the wound
by wanting a third child, just not with her?
And You want the child's biological mother not to be there for the child?
A thousand objections.
No! I want to answer! I'd love for her to be part of their life,
But she doesn't want to be part of ours.
Can you blame her? She was your beard for decades.
I didn't! I love her!
I still love you.
You're not the only one who lost something when we split up.
You were my best friend.
Can we please get back on point?
-Good idea, Ms. Sugimoto. -Fine. The point.
Terry and Jean-Paul have options for procreation, and much better odds.
Hannah, a woman in her late-40s, has about 3% of her egg supply left.
Three percent. This embryo is her last chance.
Counsel rests.
Thank you, Mr. Martin.
This has been a roller-coaster ride of a case.
And whatever decision I make, someone will leave here unhappy.
But after hearing the arguments, I have to agree with Ms. Bianchi.
I award ownership of the embryo to Ms. Hannah Darrow.
Congratulations?
Hannah?
-How are you feeling? -Not good.
Bad. Really bad.
Who am I kidding? I am 48. I am alone.
A baby was hard enough when I was younger and there were two of us.
Can I make an observation?
I know he hurt you, but after what I heard in there...
it's clear he still loves you.
Just not in the way a husband loves a wife.
He took my best years.
Did he, though? Honestly...
it sounds like you had a great marriage.
Better than most.
Maybe he didn't tell you for all those years because he loved you.
Nina texted me back.
"How about coffee before work? Thursday or Friday next week."
Who looks foolish now?
You want me to answer that?
Good morning.
-I'm here for Harry Svensson. -Do you have an appointment?
-I'm sorry, "appointment"? -Ms. Bass!
So nice to see you. Right this way.
I've checked the facts, I'll sign your retainer.
-A wise choice. -But your crazy daughter stays away.
That won't be a problem.
Off the top of my head, I want the Palm Springs house--
-Get this down, Cecile! -The Whistler house, Tuscan villa,
-Greased Lightning. -Racehorse.
-The Riopelles, Warhols, Rothkos. -Paintings.
-Chef, Butler, Driver. -Dogs?
The mailbox is full and can't accept any messages at this time.
Someone in the elevator got mad at me because I told him his aftershave
affected my nasal sensitivity.
Not my fault he smells like a urinal puck.
Irma, I am so glad to see you.
Interesting outfit.
I love how you don't care what anyone thinks.
Okay, what we have agreed on so far...
the parties will, together, find a suitable surrogate for the embryo.
Both agree to share the child's time equally.
And it's past my cocktail hour.
Those are the basics, we can do specifics later.
Happy anniversary.
Or non-iversary?
Burn it if you want.
See what I did there? Everyone left with their eyes intact.
Come on, you must have a proverb for that.
-Hey, Nico. -Mom--
What's that sound?
I forgot about not using the main-floor toilet.
Want to get an early dinner? My boxing class isn't till 7:00.
Can't. I have to give something to a friend.
-Which friend? -It's not like that.
I ordered spot-prawn risotto from Provence Marinaside.
It's only here for two weeks, Martina loves it.
-Daniel! -I'm dropping off dinner for her
-and leaving, it's not weird. -Yes, it is.
-Trust me, this is dangerous. -No. This is risotto.
-Evening, Ralph. -Evening, Sam.
-How'd everything go? -Uh, fine. Good.
How was the apart-hotel?
Adequate. Beige. Kind of lonely.
Well, see you in a week.
The kids told me to tell you that as long as the new house has a pool,
they'll forgive you for selling up.
What about you? Do you forgive me?
I'll miss that place.
Your room isn't going anywhere for another month.
It's okay. Lucy's offering up her spare room.
Bonus, there'll be no risk of running into Harry naked in the kitchen.
Your dad told me about your blow-up yesterday in front of Sabrina Bass.
That's why I wanted to see you.
It may seem like fun right now, Mom, but someone is going to get hurt,
and that someone will inevitably be you.
Hello to two of my favorite women.
What are you doing here?
I invited him because we have news to share.
Since the buyers wanted a quick close, while I house-hunt--
-She'll move in with me. -Just until I find my new place.
I've tried to talk sense into both of you.
-We aren't children-- -Here are the ground rules.
Neither of you are to speak to me about the other.
I don't want to hear about quarrels.
I don't even want to hear the good stuff.
When you break up, and I emphasize, when,
I will not be forced to choose sides.
Where are you going? We haven't ordered yet.
I forbid you to breathe a word of this to Nico or Sofia.
Unlike me, they'll be crushed when this blows up.
You were right. My client actually showed up.
-Blessing and a curse? -Yeah, I don't know how to thank you.
How about you buy the drinks this time?
You must be Daniel.