Fiona (to Mrs. Esterly): Morning, missus. Sorry to be here so early and unannounced. Came in with the morning deliveries.
Mrs. Esterly (to Fiona): Not at all dear. Let me pour you a cuppa. I'm glad you stopped by, Fiona. We have a lead on the leak in ISS. I need you to do something for me to verify it.
Fiona (to Mrs. Esterly): Thank you, missus. You know you have only to ask.
Mrs. Esterly (to Fiona): Of course. Here you are, dear. Oh good. I see you've had a run in with the Yashidas already. That will help our case. I need you to go into the ISS office and report the incident with the Yashidas to Director Wilkes and him alone. We think his personal assistant, Martin Wilkinson, may be the mole. Tell him Kobayashi went to ground in India where she parted ways with Captain Potter and yourself. Give him this correspondence.
Fiona (to Mrs. Esterly): Aye, aye, missus. Setting up a fake rendezvous, are we? What else needs doing?
Mrs. Esterly (to Fiona): Nothing at the moment, dear. Once you make it back to ISS, I need you to make yourself as visible as possible for a while. I shouldn't think they'll attempt to extract information from you again once you've checked in.
Fiona (to Mrs. Esterly): They're welcome to take another crack at me if they like. Don't think they were quite expecting the fight they got the first time. Can't say that I care for people targeting my partner for doing her damn job. Care even less for some rodent in the Company helping them. Wilkinson, eh? Can't say I cared for him. Always seemed a bit too sharp to be a personal assistant.
Mrs. Esterly (to Fiona): Yes. Well dear, well bred men who think too highly of themselves do tend to believe everyone else is as enamored with their personage as they themselves are. Thank you, Fiona. I'll be in touch. Oh, and do take a scone dear. I daresay you've been living on kabobs and fried food.
Fiona (to Mrs. Esterly): Heh. Yes, missus. Chi mi a-rithist thu.
A short time later, at Marlena & Victor's apartment; West Piedmont:
Marlena: Time for a break... (to River) River? What are you doing out here?
River (to Marlena): Waiting for you.
Marlena (to River): Oh... What did I fucking do to deserve such treatment?
River (to Marlena): You've been cooped up in there for days. C'mon... I made you something to eat.
Marlena (to River): ... You are fucking fantastic.
River (to Marlena): Heh... I know.
Meanwhile, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:
Joseph (to Persephone): Hey.
Persephone (to Joseph): Joseph! What a wonderful surprise! C'mere.
Joseph (to Persephone): ... I am completely fine with that.
An hour or so later, at the Longfellow Inn; New London, Britannia:
George (to Charles): Hey, Chuckles, whatcha doin' out here by yourself?
Charles (to George): My name is *Charles*, Mr. Fitzroy. Are you here to pick up an order for your employer?
George (to Charles): Oooo, you're in a mood... Well, I can hardly blame you after what I saw earl-- Oh, um, nevermind. I'm picking up a cake for Ms. Dvorak. I think she said it was a rum cake.
Charles (to George): Very good. Let me get that for you.
A moment later:
Charles (to George): Here you are, sir. You, uh, you haven't noticed any Nipponese gentlemen hanging about, have you?
George (to Charles): Not that I've noticed. You haven't seen your young lady recently have you?
Charles (to George): Miss Persephone? No, not recently. Why?
George (to Charles): Oh, no reason. Thank you for the cake.
Charles (to George): ... Alright. As you say. You're very welcome.
Several hours later, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment; West Piedmont:
Vincent (to Zoe): Zoe! It looks like your Mom's going into labor. Do you want to come to the hospital, or go to your brother's place?
Poppy (to Vincent): STOP FLAPPING YOUR GUMS & GET THIS BABY OUTTA ME, PRETTY BOY!
Vincent (to Zoe & Poppy): As you can see, the contractions have started.
Zoe (to Vincent): ... Um, I think I'll go over to Victor's. It might be safer.
Vincent (to Zoe): Hee hee. I don't blame you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? (to Zoe) Oh honey, don't forget to tell your brother.
Zoe (to Poppy): I won't, Mom. (to Vincent) You are so on your own for this, Dad.
Vincent (to Poppy): Sweetie, put down the gun. I already took the clips out of all the ones I could find. (to Zoe) If you never see me again, let your brother and cousin know that I loved them. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Ooooo, you sneaky, manky bastard.
Zoe (to Vincent): I will... I'm gonna go... right now.
Vincent (to Zoe): I think that's for the best. (to Poppy) Let's get you to the car, lover. I have a bottle of whiskey in your birthing bag. It's all yours once this is over.
Zoe: Run away, run away!
Poppy (to Vincent): Unless you're planning on using the broken bottle to get this baby outta me, I don't want to hear about it!
Vincent (to Poppy): Ouch! Stop hitting me and get in the damn car, woman! You can punch me AFTER the baby is born.
Poppy (to Vincent): Why do you still have this bloody car!?! These seats were not made for a pregnant woman.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, considering you're not pregnant most of the time, hun...
Poppy (to Vincent): I WILL BLOODY WELL END YOU IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE!
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): ... Let's get to the hospital, shall we?
Poppy (to Vincent): WHY ARE YOU SO BLOODY CALM?
Vincent (to Poppy): I have no idea what to say to that, lover. We're almost there.
At Marlena & Victor's apartment; West Piedmont:
Zoe: Goddamn it. Someone answer the friggin' door. Hello?
Victor (to Zoe): Zoe? What's going on?
Zoe (to Victor): Mom's having the baby... Can I please stay here? You do not want to see that. Mom is freakin' crazy, Dad's too calm. It's like the Twilight Zone or something.
Victor (to Zoe): What?! Oh good god, that sounds... That sounds terrifying, actually. Of course! Come inside. We were just, uh...
Zoe (to Victor): ... Oh. I was totally interrupting something. I'm sorry. I'll just plant myself on the couch. You don't have to entertain me or anything.
Victor (to Zoe): Heh. Don't worry about it. Do you want something to eat?
Zoe (to Victor): Yes, please... I'm starving.
Victor (to Zoe): Heh. Come on. I'll fix you something.
