In the hall, Finch treats the injured foot of an older prisoner. Injured Foot tells Finch that she had a dream last night that she'd be in a car wreck, but that she'd survive. Finch warmly says, "My grandmother was like that. She could predict when her cat would get sick." IF adds, "In the dream, I strangled a female doctor with my bare hands." Finch tries to make her face fall but some of the switches around her mouth don't respond. Benton rolls up and asks whether Dr. Dave's arrived yet. Finch tells Benton he hasn't, and tells IF that they're done. Benton steers Finch away from IF and tells her she should get dressed now, so that they can leave as soon as Dr. Dave arrives. Okay, long story short, Finch reveals that Dr. Dave only said he'd try to cover for her, not that he definitely would; Benton had RSVPed without asking Finch whether she wanted to go; Benton tells Finch to be honest about whether she wants to go at all, and she confesses that she doesn't have a burning need to attend Benton's ex-girlfriend's wedding. Which, I think, is fair enough, but she could have told him so at some time other than the day of the event; passive-aggressive, much?

Mark bursts back in to the hospital and says he needs someone's car. Benton, all be-suited, says he's just about to leave and that he'll give Mark a ride to the church.

Church. Elizabeth waits in an incredibly posh waiting room. Seriously, it's all paneled with this lovely, plush furniture. It's like a gigantic changing room at the world's fanciest lingerie store. Papa Corday comes in. Elizabeth asks whether people are arriving, and Papa Corday replies, "A few." In this light, her dress looks more blue-grey than brown or green. She asks whether there's any sign of Mark, and Papa Corday assures her, "He'll be here." He asks after Mama Corday, and Elizabeth says "she went off looking for someone to complain to about the temperature." Because we all know how balmy the weather is in England. Particularly in April, when it surely never rains at all. Papa Corday chuckles, and then, eyeballing her belly, comments, "So. I'm going to be a grandfather. This won't affect my dating, will it?" Elizabeth guffaws, "One can only hope!" Papa Corday muses, "Maybe I'll be better at it, a generation removed. Parenting." Elizabeth, amused, asks, "Listen, I didn't turn out that badly, did I?" Papa Corday tells her that was luck. She smiles. He asks whether she's going to continue to practice medicine, after the baby's born. "Eventually," she replies. Smirking, he strolls over to where she's sitting. "What?!" she demands. "Nothing!" he claims, adding, "That's good!" He sits down next to her, and she says, "I know what you're thinking. For years, I criticized you and Mummy for all the time you spent working, and now I'm about to do the same." Petting her hand, he assures her, "I'm sure you'll strike a better balance." Suspiciously, she accuses, "You don't believe that." "Actually, I do!" he replies. Aw. What a nice dad.