01x03 - Chip Off the Block

[bunniefuu]

- Hi.
- Hi.

How are you?

Life? School?

Any girls you like?

Or boys?

- I'm in a throuple...
- Hmm.

with two guys
from the rugby team.

It's really serious.

Be fine if you were.

You started shaving.

Like a year ago.

So why don't you just... tell me
what you brought me here to tell me?

It's okay.

No one's listening.

Carla Duval!

Carla Duval is here!

No one cares.

Okay.

It's Morgan.

- Is he sick?
- No.

Listen, I know how

close you are,

you and your stepfather.

- And that will never change.
- You're getting a divorce.

Nothing will change for you.

Morgan and I...
We'll stay friends.

He cheated.

- I'm not saying that.
- You're not denying it.

I will always love
and respect him.

Wow.

It's as bad as that?

So this is what we're looking at.

Thirty million in year one,

becoming 340 million
by year five.

Now, a decade into the marriage,

we estimate Henderson's
worth at... companies, assets,

bits and bobs...
At around one billion pounds.

I mean, that would qualify
as a change of circumstance.

Yeah. You put these numbers
in front of an arbitrator,

they'll have to agree.
Prenup doesn't hold.

- But can you prove it?
- Yeah.

Give me the forensic accountant
for a couple more weeks,

- I'll definitely be able...
- Weeks? We have days.

We need statements, company records.

It's urgent.
So let's you and I do that together.

What we need is a story.

Personal, emotional.
The feeling of these numbers.

Whoever the arbitrator ends up being
needs to understand

that the prenup isn't just worthless.

It's a miscarriage of justice.

- We need...
- The Shawshank Redemption.

Or at least Erin Brockovich.

Why don't you just go and listen
with a glass against the door, babe?

Yeah, I thought
Serena put him on the case?

Hmm. She did.

And yet he's still out here
with the menials.

Your word, not mine.

Cleo, call Carla.

Tell her I'm inviting
some of the team over for lunch.

- Yeah, will do.
- Uh, Johnny, you're coming too.

Bring a notebook.

Unlucky.

- See ya later, wankers.
- Hmm. Bye.

You don't have to pretend
your flight's delayed

if you want to stay
another night, Jefferson.

Of course, you can claim it.
Of course, you can claim it.

Then why ask me if you know you can't?

What? What tone?

I have to go. I love you too.

Ah! If all marriages
were as harmonious as yours...

Don't.

We'd be having a lot less fun.

We'd be doing fine.

Not that it's any of my business.

If your man gets caught,
it's us who gets f*cked.

He won't. He's become useful to them now.

All sense of perfidiousness is on pause.

- I don't like it.
- I know.

Even though I agreed to it.

- Well, you did.
- It must never get back.

Look, if David Schill
is giving pocket money

to some random kid from a rival firm,

it has very little to do with us.

St. John...

If indeed that is what is happening.

I'm serious.

We go to arbitration.
We protect the prenup

and make a settlement as fast as possible.

Then all this goes away.

No one ever has to find out about the boy

or that Morgan can't actually pull


- Least of all Morgan.
- Exactly.

The innocent victim of a sordid scam.

Poor man. Look.

We don't have any final say
on who the arbitrator is.

We served,
so we get to shortlist.

Five names,
but they get to pick.

So we send them five names.

- They research those names.
- Yes.

Discover four of those names look
like they might side with us...

And they pick the fifth,
the lawyer who will side with them.

Except that's the arbitrator
we really wanted all along.

That's why
I like working with you.

And why Jefferson's always
on his best behavior.

How'd it go with Gabriel?

Well, everything's my fault, obviously,
because everything's always my fault.

He has no idea what I've given up for him.

I should have taken him
to the cottage in Normandy,

and told him there.

All that sea air.

He'll come round, just you wait.

Takes after you.

- Entitled?
- Headstrong.

Need that fire now, Carla.

Need to find the change of circumstance

in your marriage, break the prenup,

get you what you deserve.

What about the fact
that he slept with someone else?

- Carla...
- 'Cause that wasn't in the wedding vows.

we've spoken about that.

We've spoken about it
in the legal sense.

We've not talked about the fact
that it makes him a piece of sh*t.

We should be going after
the terms of the original prenup.

Make the case
that you were badly advised,

you didn't know
what you were agreeing to,

bring a malpractice suit
against the original lawyers

because they never should have agreed
to such unfavorable terms.

That's what we'd do in New York.

Maybe he's right.

Nicholas was the original lawyer.

Yeah. And that's what makes it
such a good play.

So you're saying sue Nicholas?

Not personally, no.

The firm that he was working for,

before Taylor and Byrne was ever set up.

They'll never see it coming.

No, they won't,

because even they don't think
we're that stupid.

Need a cigarette.

Yeah, I'll go. I can get 'em.

Carla, you said Gabriel had
no idea what you'd given up.

What did you mean by that?

- Projects I've turned down.
- Lucrative ones?

Superhero films.
You know, green screen.

A lot of waiting around.

- And now you're doing fringe theatre?
- Yeah.

- AH versus BH.
- Yeah.

- Reduced earning capacity.
- Yeah, could work.

If we can prove you've sacrificed

career opportunities
for your family, for Morgan,

that could be the change of circumstance
we're looking for.

We argue that things have somewhat

you know...

Trying to find the right word here.

That your earnings have...

That my earnings have...?

Well

nosedived.

She wants me there,

which means she wants you there

because everyone else
is bringing a partner.

Christ, it's like I've been stressing out

this whole time about getting
in her good books,

and now I actually am,
it's even more terrifying.

Hey, this is good. This is good.

I'm gonna try my best
to be there, all right?

No, you will be there.

Johnny, I would not be
being such a d*ck about this

if it wasn't ever so slightly
massively f*cking important.

Look, I can't really talk right now.
I'm at work.

You're meant to tell me that
I'm not being a d*ck about it.

Yeah, but I swore
I'd never tell you a lie.

f*ck you.

Listen,
I'm gonna be there, I promise.

Oh, and it's black tie.

I haven't got a black tie.

Then get one, Johnny.

Please.
I need you to do this for me.

Sorry about that.

- What's her name?
- Bella.

She wants to show you off.
In the black tie.

That you don't have.

Yeah. Yep.

I'll get your number,
send you the details

for Morgan's tailor.
Tell them I sent you.

I...

Are you sure?

His money is our money, remember?

- I'll see you up there.
- Yes, I'll see you in a bit.

I need high-grade pharmaceuticals.

I can offer aspirin and a cup of tea.

You're not allowed
to make me tea, remember?

Not in the office.

Well, in that case, you can just have
the five arbitrators Cathcarts sent over.

Come on, Eeyore.
You live for this, remember?

Okay, here are the rules
of the game.

We work out which of these five
supposedly neutral arbitrators

they want us to choose,
then we choose the opposite.

Someone who'll wipe their asses
with the prenup

when they come in
for the opening session.

Well, Taverner's
off the table immediately

because he went
to school with Henderson.

Grann's too green, Foster's too bright.

He'll try and turn it
into an intellectual argument,

which is dangerous
for both firms

and interesting only to him.

Daphne Jones-Johnson
is the one they want us to pick.

{\an8}Divorced herself,
got rid of PNAs in the past,

track record of favoring wives
in her judgements...

We're still working
on what the catch is.

There must be one.

They wouldn't put her up
if there wasn't.

{\an8}Who's Mary Chebet?

{\an8}Who the f*ck is Mary Chebet?
It's the question of the day.

There was so much digging required here

we thought she might've been included
just to waste our time.

It turns out she's an
end-of-the-pier battle-axe.

She'll never go for it
in a million years.

So they're steering us
towards Jones-Johnson,

Foster or Grann.

{\an8}Again, nobody wants Foster.

{\an8}And Jones-Johnson is the bait.

{\an8}Leaving Grann,
inexperienced in arbitration,

but plenty of flying hours
as a barrister.

In fact, if you look deeper,

she starts to look
like the perfect candidate,

but what they're hoping we don't spot

is that she worked for Beatrice
when she first qualified.

- Oh...
- So Grann is the real trap.

Yes, or she should be.

- Oh my God, Michael!
- What?

This is from an interview
she gave to a feminist group

in 2009, in which she says,

that prenuptial agreements are...

"Almost without fail"

"morally and inherently unfair."

I think they might have
f*cked themselves in the foot.

I agree.

Those f*cking foot f*ck.

Took the tube today
for the first time in years,

and as I was walking here,
I realized I was being followed,

stalked by a bus with a poster
of Carla's dreadful film.

She's trolling me
via public bloody transport.

Yes, and I know you, Morgan.

You prefer to be trolled
in the traditional way.

- Yes.
- On a social media platform.

Yes, preferably my own.

What's wrong with good old green ink?

She knows, in arbitration,
you'll be the picture of calm.

Leave us to holler and flail,

make her look
like the unreasonable one,

the one who spends



She only did that once, to be fair.

Well, once is one time too many.

I just want this over with.

It will be.

This should all be over
in a couple of days.

Come.

Mr. Henderson? I'm sorry,
but he was quite insistent.

Gabe.

I'll... give you some space.

Morgan, we can talk later.

Gabriel.

So it's true? You're getting a divorce?

- Does Mum know you're here?
- Answer the question.

We were supposed
to tell you this together.

Why?

- Why are we getting a divorce?
- Yes.

It's awful, actually, Gabe.

Your mum, she farts in bed,

and I can't...
I just can't take it anymore...

The truth.

People fall out of love.
That's the sad truth, Gabe.

And you're old enough to hear it.

No one's parents are in love.

But they make it work,
or they make the best of it.

Why can't you guys do that?

You know something, the older you get,

the harder it is
to answer questions like that.

Look.

Go to my hotel, watch a bit of telly.

Order whatever food you want, all right?

- They have burgers.
- Oh, they have f*cking burgers!

Please.

I'll be back this evening.
We'll talk then. I promise.

You cheated on her, didn't you?

- That's what she made out.
- What?

Or she cheated on you.

- Nobody's cheated, Gabe.
- Bullshit.

I knew it. She f*cking cheated.
I always knew one of you would.

- All right, that's enough.
- She lied.

- She lied to the both of us.
- No, she didn't.

It was me.
I... had a meaningless thing,

but that's not why we're splitting up.

Look, just give me
one second, all right?

Gillian? Yeah. What time?

I'll see you back at the hotel.

f*ck you.

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I can do that. Yeah.

Okay, let's do that.

- Are we connected?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

- Yeah. Should be it. Hello.
- Oh, here he is. Hi!

- Hi.
- Hey, Mr. Marshall. Hi.

Look, before we get into this,
we just want to say

that both Nora and I are
huge fans of your movies.

- You are?
- Absolutely, yes.

Which ones?

Just kidding.

Oh, God. Thank you.

So you're repping Carla
in her divorce?

- Confidentially, yes.
- Yeah.

And you want to know about this movie
she nearly did for me?

Yes, so specifically,
had she not turned down the role,

what she would have stood to earn.

So, we understand that it's not
just an acting fee,

it's also a share of the...
future profits?

Oh, if she'd accepted the role,

she'd have earned
low seven figures,

box office share might have added
half again, maybe.

- Right.
- But here's the thing.

She didn't accept the role.

Oh, yeah, we know that,
but if she...

No, wait, wait.
She didn't accept the role

because she was never
offered the role.

Too expensive, too difficult.

- Too not famous enough.
- Okay.

We said that we understood
that she turned it down

so she could spend
more time with the family.

He said that was BS,
then total BS.

Then BFS.

- Bull-f*cking-sh*t.
- Okay.

He then said something
even more unhelpful.

He said that, he thought, if anything,

she wanted to get away from her family.

Not exactly the maternal type.

Sorry. I thought that might work.

I think it still might.

I think it's rather brilliant.

Cleo? Send a driver for Carla.

- Tell her it's urgent.
- Okay.

Just gonna make a tea.
Do you want one?

- Yeah. Thanks.
- Saeed?

No, I'm all right.

I mean, my character's an aristocrat
that stands to lose everything.

I think I'm in a better position
to understand her

than some polyamorous German Gen Z.

What are we doing here?

I have an idea to put in front
of the arbitrator tomorrow.

- Another one?
- Oh, but this one is good.

You're not gonna like it.

You told me before

about Morgan's bond with Gabriel.

They spent a lot of time
together while you were away.

Filming.

The prenup,
written when Gabe was tiny,

doesn't factor him in

because Morgan wasn't a father
to him then. But now...

In fact, one could say,
if one was so minded,

that he's been more
of a parent to Gabriel than

than

anyone could have ever anticipated.

Gabe's his dependent.

And there isn't a bigger bloody
change of circumstance

on the planet than parenthood.

You're right.

- I don't like it.
- This will work.

You watch.
This will win the argument.

And hey, you said yourself,
about Morgan and Gabriel,

how close they are.

That's not the part I don't like.

Your argument,
the one you're not admitting to,

is that Morgan is a good parent
and I'm not.

Yes.

It's not the easiest job in the world,

just to warn you.

I am not saying
that it is the truth.

I'm saying that is
how the world sees it.

Because women like us are judged
in a way that men never are.

I know it's a double standard.

Let's f*cking use
that double standard.

Do you really
think I'm a bad mother?

How often does
a father ask himself that?

The irony is I wanted to keep
this whole process civil

for Gabe's sake.

But maybe I just want to win.

Make him suffer like I did.

f*ck someone and send him photos.

Well, maybe don't do that.

Do you really think we can win
with this argument tomorrow?

Yes.

Okay, then.

Oh, Jesus.

Nice place, man.

Yeah. It's okay, I guess.

My parents are never here.

My brother's in Boston
doing his MBA. So...

So...

So, who gives a f*ck?

Sorry!

Oh, you clumsy f*ck.

- Don't worry about it.
- Yeah, exactly.

Money's like the one thing
that's not the f*cking problem.

Way I see it, they've f*cked up
the entire planet.

f*cked up politics. Everything.

It's the end of f*cking days.

In ten years' time, we'll all be
fighting over water rations

- as the nukes come over.
- Yeah, not me, man.

My dad's getting AI to design him
a bunker in New Zealand.

Wait, no, no, no.
That is the one bottle we cannot touch.

Who wants some whiskey?

Dude, that's like 10K a bottle,
you f*cking madman.

That's f*cking rank, bro!

Then one would match that
with a white marcella cotton shirt.

What is sir thinking?

I'm thinking about
what my dad used to say.

That any dickhead can wear a suit.

But he's wrong, isn't he?

Not everyone gets to wear one of these.

On Mr. Henderson's account, yes?

Yes, that's fine.

Well?

They're gonna argue that Morgan's
become Gabriel's de facto father.

When they signed the prenup,
Carla was a single mother.

Now, because Morgan
did the decent thing

and took an interest,
it's like Gabriel's losing a dad.

And losing a dad at that age,
that stings.

Meaning the prenup's outdated.

- That's the one.
- Thank you, Simon.

You're welcome.

I have my 16-year-old stepson staying,
so you might need to grunt hello,

pretend to understand
his musical references,

that kind of thing.

Gabe?

Gabe?

Must've gone to see his mother.
Scotch, beer, water?

- No thanks.
- Not for me, thank you.

Steven has some interesting ideas
for preventing Carla

getting hold of any Zephyr stock.

"Interesting" as in fraudulent?

Perfectly legal.

Simply depends on
whether you trust Gillian here.

Morgan.

We can do this another time.

- No, I'm listening.
- Right.

So all you'd have to do
is to transfer the entirety

of your holdings in Zephyr
into Gillian's name.

Gift them, temporarily,

and Carla and her lawyers
can't touch you.

Rather brilliant, don't you think?

Oh, ingenious.

Stop Carla getting anything
by giving it all away first.

Why didn't I think of that?
Is he billing us for this?

- It's a smart move.
- Is it?

So you don't trust her then?

You got a mortgage, Steven?

School fees?
A second home in Cornwall

you can't really afford?
How much to pay it all off?

A million? Two?

Something like that.

Here.

That's worth a million. Or thereabouts.

It's yours.

No strings.

If

you strip.

Down to your socks. Right now.

- I'm serious.
- I mean, Jesus.

Why?

Call it a bored rich man's whim.

You've got five seconds to decide.

- Five, four.
- Morgan.

Three, two, one.

Enough, enough, enough, enough.

It's not that I don't trust Gillian,

or even my soon-to-be
ex-wife or anyone.

It's just that for people like me,

the word "trust" loses all meaning.

That's what you get after about the first,
oh, hundred mil.

And then you get this insight

that there are no lengths
to which people won't go.

There's nothing they won't do
to debase themselves,

to humiliate themselves, and you,

if they think they can get a slice.

I would let you have this,
but... Carla gave it to me.

She's probably gonna ask
for it back.

I'm interrupting.

No. No, St. John.

It's the other way around.
We'll leave you to it.

- Night, Gillian.
- Good night.

Night.

It's Gabe. Leave a message.

- f*ck.
- Problem?

I'm worried Gabriel's gone out drinking

in a city he thinks
he knows from Instagram,

but he's barely ever been to.

How old is he now?

Sixteen.

Well, we remember what it was like
at that age, don't we?

That's what I'm worried about.

Morgan, they're going to use Gabriel
as a change of circumstance.

They're gonna argue
that you've become a father to him.

And legally,
you're nothing of the kind.

So you have to tell the arbitrator
that you're not his father

that he's Carla's son, tolerated by you

because you were married
to his mother.

She wouldn't call me
if she wasn't worried about him.

Morgan, you let it go to voicemail,

and you let her handle it.

Hi. How you doing?

Hi.

Yes! Hot!

- Wow. Wow.
- Oh, my God.

- Nervous?
- Never.

- Lying?
- Totally.

- Hi. You okay?
- Hang on.

Oh, sh*t.

I should get this. Just quickly.

- Johnny.
- I'll be two minutes.

Promise?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you in there.
- Okay.

- Hello?
- Johnny, it's Carla.

Serena's not answering.
I really need your help.

Oh, of course. It's fine.
Where are you?

I'm in the car.
I've just left Holland Park.

I can pick you up.

f*cking hell, mate!

Hole in one!

Oh, mate!

sh*t.

f*ck.

So, they're getting divorced, then?

Your parents?

My parents heard your... dad moved out.

Rented some new place.

Yeah, he's away with work stuff.

Right.

So he cheated, then?

That's why you're here,
wrecking my house.

f*ck you.

Oh, look, man, big f*cking deal.

Humans aren't built for monogamy.

It... It's all a big con.
Everyone knows that.

And men like Morgan Henderson,

they certainly aren't built for it.

I mean, with his money,
he could literally have,

like, model-level women
every night.

What, you seriously expect him
to stay with just one?

No of fence to your mum, you know.
She's hot.

He's probably been doing this
for years, man.

Shut the f*ck up.

Look, I'm being serious.

You know, we can learn from him.
Marriage is a con.

Men like him,
like us, we don't need it.

I said f*ck off.

You f*cking incel.

Incel?

Mate, I'm just telling you the truth.

Everyone cheats.

Everyone knows your mum
f*cked half of Hollywood.

- f*cking c**t!
- f*ck! Stop, stop!

Right. I've got
the forensic accountant call.

You've got the Zoom
with the doula.

Her name's Vanessa.
I had a good chat with her.

I told her you were busy,
but excited to meet her too.

What are you doing?

I am clearing your background.

I want to speak
to the forensic accountant.

- Really?
- I like forensic accountants.

I know, but he's not going
to answer questions

on nipple attachment anxiety, is he?

At least I hope not.

Good luck.

Her name's Vanessa.

Serena?

Hi. Hi, Vanessa.

I tracked his phone to somewhere
around here, but he switched it off.

So either he's done something stupid
or he's about to.

How old did you say
he was again? Sixteen?

- What?
- Nothing.

Just thinking
what would have happened

if my mum went looking for me
on a night out when I was 16.

I'm really worried, Johnny.

- This is my fault.
- It's not.

It's not your fault. Sorry.

This is the kid that responded
to Gabriel's post. Thibault.

- Thibault?
- Thibault.

"Who wants to get f*cked up?"

The answer is Thibault Hürlimann.

So, we find Thibault Hürlimann,
we find Gabriel, okay?

- Okay? Yeah?
- Okay.

Well, I can be
more than just a doula.

I can be your nanny.

But I will need spending money,
my own keys and access to a car.

I'm sure all of that can be arranged.

Oh. Then it's done. Easy.

I will look after your baby.
Bath, sleep, walk.

You don't have to think about it.

It's not that I don't want
to think about it.

Because you are a career woman.

I do the bottle, you do the laptop.

Thelma and Louise.

Didn't they go
off the side of a cliff?

Get it out.

Gabe!

Gabe!

Gabe! Stop!

Gabe! Gabe!

Who the f*ck are you?

Your mum's lawyer.

What?

I'll go to the hospital
and then I'll go to the police.

Police?

Right, okay.

I'm not a liar. I f*ck up and I own it.

Mate, they'll charge you with supply.

Best case, you get kicked out of school
and that's the best case.

- It's a sh*thole anyway.
- I mean it.

This is serious trouble for you
and your parents.

I don't give a f*ck
about getting them in trouble.

They deserve it.

I was your age, right,
when my mum and dad got a divorce.

And everyone goes on about
how you get two Christmases

and I just f*cking hated it.

One Christmas Eve,

I took my dad's car
out without asking him.

His Mondeo. His pride and joy.

And I crashed it into some bins
outside a Co-op.

Proper wrecked it.
And he was so f*cking angry.

I just... I didn't give a sh*t.
I just thought...

"Now you know how it feels."

So, you know, go to the police,
get yourself arrested,

get kicked out of school,
do whatever.

It's not gonna stop them
from splitting up.

They've f*cked up their lives.
Don't f*ck up yours as well.

Come on.

Sorry to ruin your evening.

Ah, no, don't be silly. You didn't...

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

Oh. She liked it, by the way.

The whistle. The suit.

I don't blame her.

I'm sorry.

Bella, I'm sorry.

What the f*ck was all that about?

- That was a work thing.
- No, you abandoned me.

That was a work thing. I'm sorry.

- No, no, that's not...
- It's my fault. It's my fault.

- It's my fault. Come here.
- You can't...

You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry.

- God, you smell so good.
- It can't happen again.

What?

I was so... I was so embarrassed.

I'm f*cking angry at you.

I'm angry at me too.

Sorry. Which floor?

We're going where you're going.

All right?

They're gonna accuse him
of caring about her son.

- Have you heard this?
- No.

Right. Well, either he admits
that it's true, which breaks the prenup,

or he has to look the kid in the eye
and tell him he doesn't care.

Ain't that brilliant?

You see,
this is why they're so good.

'Cause even now,
with the enemy in the building,

they're still working the case.

The other side have
just arrived, so let's...

We can just pick this up later.

No, I'm not interested in that.
Right now, this is our priority.

Did you hear what I said?

SERENA
Oh, God, don't look at me.

They'll know that we're talking.

Okay. Do you think,
once the baby comes...

Do you really think
we need a nanny,

or should one of us stay home?

Should I be staying at home?

Would you rather stay at home?

We've just set up a law firm.

Would you rather stay at home?

God, I don't know
how I'm gonna feel.

Or even if I can do this at all, Nicky.

Hey, hey, of course not.
Nei... Neither do I.

It's not something
we've ever done before.

It's not work. We can't plan it.

Well, we didn't plan it.

But that's...
that's why it is so exciting.

Just take each day as it comes.

Besides, you know what they say.

If people knew in advance
how crazy it would be,

no one would bother
having any children.

Great.

Hey.

- Serena.
- Yeah.

Hey, you're gonna be
an amazing mother.

We're an amazing team. Let's

trust that.

Now, could you do
your loving husband a huge favor?

Yeah.

Get back to f*cking work.

Oh, f*ck off.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Do help yourselves to snacks.

How reassuring, for any client,
to see that none of your money

is being wasted on comestibles.

Now, now.

Good to see you.

And you.

All right.

As you know, the arbitration process
avoids the need for a court hearing,

but any ruling made here
will be equally legally binding.

Our task today is to settle the validity
of the prenuptial agreement.

I have details of that contract
drawn up in May 2016...

We'll be proposing grounds
for its dismissal.

I'm sure.
Radmacher versus Granatino establish

that prenuptial agreements
properly drafted

should generally be upheld,

a ruling I'm inclined
to agree with.

You don't think they might be

disadvantageous to women
from a...

From a feminist perspective?

Fairness, transparency,
autonomy in marriage,

that's what prenups achieve
and that's what

the feminist perspective
is interested in too.

Not simply who gets
the bigger wad of cash.

- Shall we begin?
- f*ck.

Yes, let's.

My client, Carla Duval,

is not present
in many of these photos.

Her work took her across the world,
often for months at a time.

At Gabriel's ninth birthday party,

his mother was in Los Angeles
promoting a movie.

His biological father
was also absent.

But Gabriel's
real father was there.

He was always there.

Teaching him to swim,
ride a bike, build a fort.

He's in this room.

His name is Morgan Henderson.

They have no legal relationship.

Mr. Henderson never adopted him.

The prenup takes
no account of Gabriel,

but the prenup is unfair.

Their circumstances are changed.

Their family is changed.

I challenge anyone
to look at those photos

and tell me that Gabriel
is not now Morgan's son.

I understand your client wishes
to make a response.

No, in fact, Ms. Duval will
make the response for us.

This was last night, I believe.

Why are you not answering me?

He came to see you
on his own, upset,

and you send him away?

You don't check on him,
you don't call me?

You really don't give
a sh*t about me

or Gabriel, do you?
You never have.

You've never been a father to him.

You have never been his dad!

Because the only person
you really give a sh*t about

is Morgan f*cking Henderson.

I was upset, all right.

What am I supposed to do, repress it?
Make myself ill?

It's what they taught us at Gordonstoun.

What do people think about a short break?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

- I should be ashamed?
- He's upset.

His entire life is falling apart.

You weaponized him...

- Oh, please.
- to score points against me.

We agreed to talk to him together

and you went to his school alone
to turn him against me.

All I have done is been honest with him.

He's 16, you terrible f*cking narcissist!

- Oh, I'm a f*cking narcissist?
- He doesn't need to hear our sh*t!

Then stop f*cking shouting!

You're the one that f*cking cheated!

You f*cking betrayed us.

- What the hell is he doing here?
- He wanted to support me.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?

This is horrible.
And I'm very sorry about it,

but people get
divorced every single day.

You shouldn't be making him
a supporting character...

- How dare you?
- in your mad,

self-pitying psychodrama.

- And you...
- Morgan!

And you shouldn't be
taking advantage of all this

to behave like
an oligarch bloody princeling

'cause you think
we're too distracted to care.

I want you on that train
back to school this afternoon.

And I'll be calling your headmaster
every day to make sure you are there

and applying yourself. Is that understood?

Gabe?

Gabe.

If you're not his father,
you're doing a mighty good impression.

Morgan.

The arbitrator's
invalidated the f*cking prenup.

sh*t, Morgan.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

So I've been thinking about
what you and your advisor said.

And?

And I think you should do it.

Let's start moving the money.

I'll get onto that first thing tomorrow.

Thanks.