Meanwhile, the Feds swarm an alley, where they've found Vera's car. The driver's seat is covered in amniotic fluid. "Her water broke," Paige clarifies needlessly. "Yep," Jennifer sighs.
After the ads, Jennifer and Paige talk outside a convenience store, where Vera bought soda, chips, and extra-absorbent sanitary napkins. My favorite lunch! Jennifer tells Paige that they need to call the hospitals, buses, and cab companies. I must admit that, while I like Jennifer, this plot isn't very compelling. I don't care about the well-being of the perp, because she's never done anything very sympathetic other than getting herself knocked up, and I certainly don't care if Paige manages to fix her fuck-up or not. Which means I spend all these scenes examining my manicure and succeeding in not changing the channel only because I am contractually obligated not to do so.
Malloy's Party House. Leon and Jesse The Baseball Player shoot the shit. Enter Malloy, who gives Jesse a hard time about drinking beer. "That's that with that! You're in training!" he scolds, taking away the bottle. Okay. I sort of laughed at that one. I am not, by any means, a "that's that with that" fan, but I enjoy it much more when it's a throwaway line, rather than a ponderous statement designed to strike fear into my heart. "I got a try-out?" Jesse asks. "Let me worry about that," Malloy says, before taking Jesse out back, where he's set up a batting cage because he has no sense of how weird this little obsession of his is.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Donovan and Leon sit and watch TV. "Where's Roy?" Donovan asks. Leon says he just saw him, but Roy told him to keep it quiet. "He wanted to me to school him on the book." Donovan is all, "Huh?" "He's a slow learner," Leon explains. Donovan makes a skeptical face. "What else did he tell you not to tell me?" he asks. Roy, please tell me you didn't actually think Leon would keep this a secret.
Over at Poor Dead Fed Bert's house, Lisa is done combing through all of his belongings. She tells one of her flunkies to clean everything up. "Find anything?" asks Estelle, the widow. "Or is that classified? Need to know?" Oh, Estelle. You were married to an FBI agent. I can't believe this is the first time you've been in a situation where you don't get all the answers. Lisa apologizes again, but Estelle won't have it, and reminds Lisa that her husband died for the Bureau, and it still didn't get him any respect. Lisa -- who is, really, just doing her job -- tells Estelle to send her the moving bill. And Estelle is all, "And that makes everything better?" Lisa apologizes and says that this is hard for her, too. "You'll get over it after you slam back a few," Estelle snaps. Oh, burn. Instead of saying, "And you'll get over it when you change out of that really unflattering top," Lisa just says goodbye and leaves.