At lunch, Betts overhears Kate weaving a yarn about her dear old dad, the veterinarian, and glowers at her. The part of the “making it official” thing Kate has really latched onto is the idea that anything published in the paper automatically becomes solid gold truth. Ivan laments the fact that Kate’s parents won’t be at the wedding, to which Kate replies “it’s something I can live with,” which, incidentally, is also what she would say if she had to write her own vows.
After work, Marco ditches Vera to go hang out with the bad kids, which is the first sign that his priorities are dangerously out of whack. Gladys bounces up to score some intel.
Hey girl, isn’t it the worst when men aren’t giving you their constant, undivided attention? Not that I’d know.
Actually, I don’t really need that kind of validation from anyone but myself.
In the Vic Mu ballroom, Lorna walks in on some dance lessons hosted by the milkman, who is every bit as shady as his profession’s reputation would suggest. He takes her through a foxtrot, which of course she dances with the grace of an actual fox.
Having failed to make inroads with Marco or Vera, Gladys next tries her sleuthing on Marco’s mom. She apologizes for the awful treatment she received at Witham Foods, which I have to believe she would do, with or without a mission, but when she spots Marco’s fascist pamphlet, she snags it.
Marco, meanwhile, rolls up to the Witham warehouse with the rest of the thugs, who propose they steal some groceries, to teach those stupid English-Canadians, that Italians really can be trusted. This reminds me of some dumpster-diving experiences from my college days (leave me alone, I was experimenting) so I don’t judge it too harshly until a guard shows up, and they start beating him to a pulp. At first Marco tries to intervene, but when the guard punches him, he punches back. Then everything gets out of hand and Marco suddenly looks like he’s 14 years old, just confused and scared and trying to be one of the cool kids. He just takes an armful of kale and gets the hell out of there, leaving the guard unconscious.
C’mon fellas, I thought we were just gonna egg the place!