Park Ave., day. Bridget and Solomon are having tea on the terrace. She's told him that Shiv and John were behind Jimmy encouraging her to go on the run. Bridget can't figure out why Shiv would pay someone to make Bridget run to her only to kill herself a few days later, but that's mostly because the script won't let her figure it out yet. The script won't let Solomon figure it out yet, either, but he did some digging and found out John and Shiv had a long lunch in the Hamptons on September 8th. Solomon is heading out to the Hamptons to see what else he can dig up. He gives Bridget Chekhov's gun for her own protection. She refuses at first, but Solomon insists she protect herself. The conversation turns. Bridget admits she hasn't yet told Andrew and Juliet the truth. "I was going to last night, and then Andrew read me his vows. That pedestal he puts me on... it's a long way to fall. But I know that you're right. This isn't a fantasy. It's real life. When I do tell them, it'll be over." Solomon asks what she's going to do. Bridget says, "I'm still going to tell them tonight." She will do it after their going-away party. "I want one last night of the fantasy." Sniff.

Gramercy Park. Shiv opens a letter. It's the results of Tool Belt's paternity test. Her hospital pseudonym, by the way, was Rebecca Sheldrake. She folds it shut when Henry comes in the room and asks what she's got. Rising, Shiv turns to him. "You had a paternity test done?" Henry says since she was sleeping with Tyler, he needed to know if the twins are his. He wants to trust her as they start their new life together and asks her what the letter says. Shiv: "What I knew it would always say. The girls are yours." Henry laughs a little too easily and kisses Siobhan. "Thank you. You just made a hard decision very easy for me." He's got to know she's lying, right? Not even Tool Belt himself could be so toolish as to order a secret paternity test, and then trust the answer of the woman he knows he cannot trust to be honest about the children's paternity. Right? Come on, Henry. I'm rooting for you, despite myself. When he leaves the room, we get a good gander at the letter. Henry is not the biological father of either child.