Our third installment of the season kicks off with Ivy’s foray into the 9 to 5 lifestyle. Trying to manage household chores, have breakfast, and still be on time for work is never easy, and that’s before factoring in all the things Ivy still does to support her employer/surrogate child Victoria Mars. It’s a lot, ok?
Ivy: No complaints from me — I love my new job! And my new boss is amazing!! So sweet; definitely the nicest person I work for.
Victoria Mars: I’m sitting right here.
Ivy: You don’t count!
Victoria Mars: That’s not better? Anyway, leave the dishes, I’ll do them! And before you say anything, I promise I’ll do them properly.
Is Victoria Mars finally becoming a good roommate because she wants to support Ivy? We love to see it! But because every silver lining has a cloud, we are immediately confronted with someone who’s less thrilled about Ivy’s new lease on life: her fiance Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat. He’s having a bad morning, having now missed his third breakfast this week with his lady, and instead being forced to eat with his work nemesis Victoria Mars.
Victoria Mars: Pal, Ivy’s never been so happy. We need to be cool about this.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: I totally agree, and I get it, but also I’m extremely reliant on my routine!
Victoria Mars: Fair enough I guess. Anyway, I’ve got a crazy day: Accountant is off visiting his mom, so I have a lot to do. Would you be a lamb and do the dishes with me?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat:
Victoria Mars: Ah, but if we collab on this, Ivy will be free to hang out with you this evening instead of doing chores.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Fine. But I have a system, and you better follow it. Sorry, it’s just hard to stop reading the paper today; you’ve heard about this Thames Reaper, right?
Victoria Mars: Obviously! So creepy: four murders in three months, and then nada?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Until now — he wrote a letter to the paper saying he’s gonna kill again. Scary! I hate to say it but sometimes I think there really is something wrong with our country.
Victoria Mars, wandering away from the sink to check the paper: So interesting. You don’t mind if I steal your paper, right? Byeeee!
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat, too slow to stop her: Wait, what? No!
And with that, she skedaddles, leaving him to do the washing up. I can’t even be mad; this was so predictable he really should have known better. Anyway, Victoria Mars’ next stop is the editor’s office at the newspaper, where she introduces herself as a private detective and offers to help the paper solve the case.
Editor: So, do you have information to share? No? Look, I’m the editor of a national paper, and I have plenty of reporters who can chase up leads.
Victoria Mars: Look, it’s been over a year and no one has the solve here; not the police, and not your reporters. You need someone with a fresh take, and that’s me!
Editor: And you’d probably want to be paid for that, right?
Victoria Mars: Well, yeah.
Editor: You’re funny. I like you. Bring me something new and I’ll think about it.
Honestly a better deal than she usually gets, so I’m provisionally on team Editor here. On her way out, Victoria Mars stops in at one of the reporter’s desks to introduce herself, only to find out that this guy already knows who she is.
Reporter: There aren’t that many lady detectives in town. Nice to meet you!
Victoria Mars: I hear you broke the story of the Thames Reaper?
Reporter: I sure did! These are my notes; I have a big article due by the end of the day. What brings you here?
Victoria Mars: I’m also interested in the case, so I asked your editor to hire me.
Reporter: Good luck with that; he’s a miser.
Victoria Mars: Well, he promised, but we’ll see. Anyway, I thought maybe we’d both benefit from working together on this?
NOT a bad idea, and Reporter agrees, so they immediately head to a pub to compare notes. First important tidbit? The Reaper basically saved Reporter’s paper: they had been about to close before the murders started, and the story has really boosted sales. Reporter found out about the story when the first body, that of a young man, was discovered on the river bank last year. It had looked like a drowning, and normally wouldn’t have made the paper, but since it was a slow news day, his column went to print. Reporter didn’t think too much about this until he got a typed letter the next day.
The letter: edward sleeps by london bridge
He didn’t know what that meant, but the body had been found by the bridge, so he followed up with the cops to find out the name of the dead man. No surprises here: it was Edward. His name hadn’t been released to the public, and the letter was sent before the story was published: good evidence that the person who wrote the letter might also be Edward’s killer. Naturally, Reporter then wrote a longer story mentioning the letter, that story took off, and Editor kept asking for more. The whole thing blew up, and a few weeks later, another body was found. And with the body came another letter.
Another letter: samuel sleeps by the isle of dogs
Yes, the second letter also correctly identified the victim’s name and location, and only led to an even bigger story. A month later, the third victim was found, and someone at the office came up with the Thames Reaper moniker. Reporter wasn’t a fan, but Editor, who’s a showboater, insisted. The fourth victim followed the pattern, but then there was a long lull: until yesterday, when Reporter received even more correspondence.
Even more correspondence: i have returned
Chilling! And distinctly unhelpful, compared to the previous notes. While Victoria Mars ponders that, we head to Scotland Yard, where Ivy has clearly taken to her new job like a duck to water (and where, it must be said, her new colleagues clearly like and respect her a lot more than they ever did her young friend).
New Guy, after getting a handoff of useful documents: Thanks Ivy, you’re the best. How’s Victoria Mars handling not having you at home?
Ivy: Oh, she’s doing just fine.
New Guy: Wow, so you’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home tonight?
Ivy: LOL, probably not. Anything else you need?
New Guy: Yes, but I can see you’re very busy, so…
Ivy: What, this giant stack of paperwork? Child’s play. What’s up?
New Guy: The new desk sergeant’s handwriting is illegible. Help?Ivy: No prob. I’ll type it up and have it to you in an hour. And those files need to be urgently handled too, I’m guessing?
New Guy: You’re a mind reader. And a credit to the department.
Well gosh, no WONDER Ivy loves her job! She’s kicking ass AND getting the recognition she so richly deserves. Victoria Mars better watch out. But right now, she’s busy noodling on the Thames Reaper. Specifically, where were the letters sent from (all over the city) and where are they now (with the cops). This turns out to be an interesting problem, because the bodies were found in many different jurisdictions, which makes compiling information challenging. As Victoria Mars is mulling that over, Reporter gets a telegram: he’s to come back to the office, because another letter has arrived.
Unsurprisingly, another body has also arrived on the riverbank, and is currently being examined by New Guy. He’s just noticed that the dead man’s shoes have a lot of scuff marks (suggesting that he was dragged) when he’s accosted by a familiar voice: Victoria Mars, tailed by Reporter. The new letter, it turns out, indicated that the body would be right here. New Guy, on brand as ever, asks Reporter to stay, and sends Victoria Mars, who so far has nothing new to contribute, on her way. Undeterred, she heads right to the morgue to try and get information.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Bruh, you know the drill: you need to have a written note with the name of your client, what you’re looking for, and how long you’ll be here!
Victoria Mars: Ta da!
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: One day in advance.
Victoria Mars: Ugh, are you still mad about the dishes?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat:
Victoria Mars, full on sibling energy: Fine, what if I promise to do all the rest of the dishes for the next week.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat, matching sibling energy: The next month. And I want cooked breakfast or dinner on the days when Ivy is busy.
Victoria Mars: You’ve got a deal, man who clearly isn’t familiar with the fact that I should be competing on Worst Cooks in America, Victorian London edition!
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Wait, what?
Victoria Mars: Too late! You’ll actually like this: I’m working on the Thames Reaper.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Oof, he killed again?
Victoria Mars: Yeah, but I’m looking for background — anything you’ve got on the previous murders. I’m assuming you have all the paperwork despite the jurisdictional issues?
SMART. Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat turns out to also have all the files on every body pulled out of the Thames, period, which is a shocking amount. Victoria Mars bundles up all the relevant reports and brings them back to share with Reporter, who’s pretty impressed with her haul: he never got anything useful from the morgue.
Victoria Mars: I have a friend who works there.
Acquaintance? Future step-father type? Doesn’t matter, I got paperwork. Anyway, here’s the deal: the cause of death for all the previous victims was drowning, and they didn’t have defensive wounds which suggests a relatively strong killer who could easily overpower them.
Reporter: I’ve always thought he was some kind of laborer — maybe a dock worker.
Victoria Mars: My thoughts exactly. These were all strong men, who I’d expect to fight back.
Reporter: Especially the third victim; that beefy Russian?
Victoria Mars: There’s barely any information about him in the file. Any idea where I could learn more?
Reporter: Like I said: really hard to compile information when it’s coming from multiple police stations.
Victoria Mars: Hm. I actually have an idea about that.
You guessed it: her idea is to ask Ivy to help. However, unlike her fiance, Ivy has one hell of a backbone, and a lifetime of experience resisting Victoria Mars’ wheedling.
Ivy: I’m not giving you confidential files, I’ll get fired. If you want them that bad, ask New Guy. It’s rude that you even asked!
True, and even Victoria Mars can’t argue, so she apologizes and gives up. She also takes Ivy’s advice about asking New Guy, and doles out some advice of her own to Ivy, who’s the last person in the office, and isn’t planning to leave for a few hours: don’t overdo it. Ivy’s less amenable to take advice than she is to give it, unfortunately, but hopefully she’ll come around.
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Upstairs, Victoria Mars suggests a deal to New Guy: the Thames Reaper killings started before New Guy arrived, and the notes are all over the dang place. It’d take him a LONG time to gather everything.
Victoria Mars: I have in my hands a clear, short summary of everything we know to date, including all my notes and theories. I’m invested. The latest one is your jurisdiction, but the others aren’t; given that, you COULD request all the files now.
New Guy: I’m shocked you didn’t ask Ivy.
Victoria Mars: MOI? I would never put her in a jam like that!
New Guy: Mhm, sure. I totally believe you.
Victoria Mars: What do you say? Hire me, and we catch him together?
New Guy: How much is the paper paying you? No lies.
Victoria Mars: My fees are still being negotiated, but based on Editor’s vibe, I think I’ll get something good.
New Guy: If you solve it, you’ll get more from him than I could afford.
Victoria Mars: Sure, but it’s not about the money. Or the glory. Well, not entirely. I just have to know, ok? And it’ll be easier to solve it together.
New Guy: Ok, but one condition.
Reader, New Guy doesn’t miss a trick. That condition? Victoria Mars can’t work for the cops and the paper at the same time. So, she heads off to meet Reporter to tell him it’s all over.
Reporter: I totally get it, actually. No worries.
Victoria Mars: Wow, you’re a refreshing change from my previous run-ins with journalists.
Reporter: Mood. Honestly, I’m thinking of a career change: my family are all doctors. Anyway, I’m guessing you won’t be able to share any theories? No? Well then good luck!
Wow, a stand up guy! Anyway, the next day Victoria Mars arrives at Scotland Yard and is promptly invited along to the morgue by New Guy: they’re going to identify the latest victim. Once there, Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat explains that he actually knows the man, who was a clerk at one of the mortuaries.
Victoria Mars: What can you tell us about him?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: His name was Caleb, and he was kind of a weirdo? Quiet, not a lot of friends, and not awesome at his job. When he wasn’t on time to work yesterday, no one was surprised.
New Guy: And have you done the exam yet?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Yeah. He’s got a fractured skull, which probably killed him.
That, reader, sets off alarm bells for Victoria Mars. All the other victims were drowned, remember. The head injury, plus the scuff marks, leads New Guy to speculate that the victim was killed somewhere else and then dragged to the river. He lived not too far from where the body was found, so New Guy and Victoria Mars set off to investigate the victim’s lodging for signs of a murder scene. On the way there, Victoria Mars points out another discrepancy between this latest murder and the others: the letter sent by the killer arrived the same day that the body was found, rather than the day after. Why would he change it up like that?
New Guy: Maybe he panicked? Oh look, the victim’s apartment. And the door is mysteriously just… hanging open. Great.
And that’s not all! Caleb the morgue weirdo has a full on serial killer wall of Thames Reaper pictures he cut out of the paper. Conclusion? His death was far from random. New Guy immediately calls for a bunch more dudes from Scotland Yard to come search the room.
Victoria Mars: LOL, why? We can absolutely search this room by ourselves.
New Guy: It’s procedure? And we might miss something.
Victoria Mars: Not me, but go off.
New Guy, making conversation: What a weirdo this guy was, huh? But I guess everyone needs a hobby.
Me: You BOTH literally do this for work. Professionally. Let’s not throw stones around in our very glass house, ya know?
Victoria Mars: He did work in the mortuary — maybe he was doing his own investigation.
New Guy: Maybe. He might have gotten too close to the truth and been killed for his trouble. Alternatively, he might be the Thames Reaper, and the last victim fought back and killed him in self defense. Oooh, hang on: I just found a key hidden in here, and I think it’s to a safety deposit box.
Victoria Mars: See, that’s weird though! This is not a nice room. How would he have a safety deposit box?
New Guy: Everyone’s got something they want to hide. Valuables, secrets, etc. Anyway, I’m gonna do the mental math on all the possible banks that have safety deposit boxes and start a running tally of warrants I’ll need. Ugh, this is gonna take days.
Victoria Mars: Or we could just go to this address for a bank that he wrote down? With a box number? That I found?
Much faster. New Guy still gets that warrant, which is a good thing, because even with the paperwork in hand, the Swiss banker they meet that afternoon is NOT interested in opening the safety deposit box. Unfortunately for him, bureaucracy wins the day, and open the box he does.
Victoria Mars: While you’re doing that — is that box registered to a guy called Caleb?
Swiss Banker: No, we don’t do names here. We’re about client privacy. Duh. New Guy, sign this form. In triplicate.
Unfortunately, after all that, when they open the box there isn’t anything inside. And Swiss Banker is no help: he doesn’t pay attention to his customers, so he has no idea who goes with what box. He’s… not apologetic about it. But he changes his tune when New Guy threatens to take him down to the station and waste Swiss Banker’s time right back. That’s when we learn that this box is registered to two people, both of whom have a key. The registrant names are kept in the head office, in Switzerland.
New Guy: Ok, well then can you please send them a telegram to request that info?
Swiss Banker: I don’t know, does this warrant cover Switzerland
New Guy, storming off: Not yet, but it will!
Outside, New Guy, still in a huff, explains that he really can’t stand rudeness.
Victoria Mars: Uh, you were kinda rude to ME when we first met?
New Guy, totally ignoring that: This warrant is going to take some time; I’ll need to go to the foreign office. Let’s reconnect once I get it?
Victoria Mars: Sure, sounds good. I’ll go over my notes in the meantime; see if I missed anything.
New Guy: Didn’t you just say, regarding missing things, “not me, but go off?”
Victoria Mars: Ha ha, very funny. Anyway, bye!
Calling each other out: truly the life blood of friendship! Anyway, later that day Victoria Mars is in the middle of looking over her notes when there’s a knock at the office door. It’s Reporter, who she obviously invites in.
Reporter: Look, here’s the thing. I came here to make you an offer that you’re going to turn down. I’ll be quick.
Victoria Mars: Ok?
Reporter: Since you’re now working with Scotland Yard, Editor is suddenly MUCH more interested in you. He wants to offer you a fee to pass on anything you learn. Secretly, natch.
Victoria Mars: LOL. Of course he does.
Reporter: He said I can offer £10, but go up to £20 if you drive a hard bargain, which I think you would.
Victoria Mars: You’re not wrong! But the answer is still unfortunately no.
Reporter: And that’s what I told him you’d say! But he said he might fire me if I didn’t at least try, so, here I am. Anyway, job done. And since I’m not sure we’ll organically run into each other, there was something else: would you be free for dinner tomorrow night? Not to talk shop, just to, uh, date?
Victoria Mars: Oh!
Reporter: Think it over — you know where to find me.
Look, I think she should go for it. Is there a chance this is a ploy to get info? Sure, but she’ll eventually have to get back on the horse, and at least this horse isn’t a weird version of her ex! What might actually push our friend into going out to dinner is her clearly atrocious attempt at cooking. I’m not sure what she’s attempted to make, but it’s clearly absolutely disgusting.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat, rolling up with flowers for Ivy: Hi!!
Victoria Mars: Hi, Ivy’s not home, I know it’s late, and also bad news: remember when I said I could make dinner?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Well that sucks.
Victoria Mars: I’m sorry, it wasn’t cool of me. Cooking is just a total mystery.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: It’s just chemistry, you know. Ok, stop sulking and get up. I’m going to teach you how to cook.
Victoria Mars: YOU can cook?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: I’ve been living alone for decades. Duh, I can cook. And I’m good at it. Here’s the deal: this is about preparation and planning. No improvising, no artistic attempts. Clear everything away and start fresh.
Reader, what happens next is heartwarming and confusing in equal measure. It turns out that Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat wasn’t just blowing smoke. He walks Victoria Mars through setting up all her ingredients in such a way that even she finds it relaxing, instead of stressful.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Yeah, I find it relaxing too. But I do like it when Ivy cooks for me… she’s amazing.
Victoria Mars: You know she feels that way about you too, right?
Unfortunately, I’m not sure he does know that. And with Ivy’s new career, it’s just possible that she’s dreaming of something other than him, so I get why he’s worried. Anyway, the lesson continues, surprising everyone (not the least of all, me) as we see that Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat is a patient and skillful teacher, and that Victoria Mars is a diligent and trainable student.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: You know, I wish all my students at work were like you. I don’t want to be mean to a dead guy, but Caleb was horrible to work with. I had to correct him constantly, including when he made an error with one of the Thames Reaper cadavers, actually!
Victoria Mars: What was the mistake?
Alas, we’re forced to wait for the next day to find out (which also means we miss out on seeing the final product of the cooking class, but let’s just assume it all worked out). The next morning finds New Guy photographing and then taking into evidence Caleb’s murder wall, when he’s joined by Victoria Mars.
Victoria Mars: So, I had an interesting conversation last night about our victim. It turns out that part of his job was logging the possessions found on corpses, and apparently sometimes he was messy about it: leaving things out, making spelling mistakes. He did the latter with the third victim; the Russian. He spelled the name wrong in the report. Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat caught it later, but by that time the Thames Reaper had already sent his letter to the paper — with those same spelling errors.
New Guy: So Caleb passed on the IDs of the victims to whoever wrote those letters, probably for cash. And that explains the lag between the discovery of the bodies and the letters.
Just then, a constable, taking down the creepy serial killer wall, finds a hole with a hidden letter. A blackmail attempt, from Caleb, asking for more money in exchange for not revealing the truth behind the Thames Reaper murders. And guess who that letter is addressed to: Editor. Naturally, their next move is to bring Editor down to Scotland Yard for questioning, where the man insists he’s not a killer.
New Guy: Sure, but you did invent a killer, which isn’t great. The Thames Reaper wasn’t real, right? You just attached fake clues to bodies found in the river.
Editor: And why would I do that?
New Guy: To boost sales? Your paper was failing.
Editor: But I never even met this Caleb person!
New Guy: Well, according to this letter, you dealt with him regularly, and I think that’s what led to Caleb’s murder.
Editor, looking at the letter: Seriously, I’ve never interacted with this man.
New Guy: I also have confirmation from a certain Swiss bank that your name was on a safety deposit box shared with Caleb. I think you used this as a drop off location for money and info.
Editor: I’m going to stop talking until I get a lawyer in here.
Later, New Guy and Victoria Mars debrief in his office. Sure, Editor keeps denying everything, but they do have plenty of evidence to charge him. Also, hilariously, Victoria Mars took the liberty of pouring herself the first glass of New Guy’s new whiskey while she was waiting for him to come back from the interrogation.
New Guy:
Victoria Mars: I was in here for so long! Maybe if I’d been able to attend the interrogation?
New Guy: Are you trying to negotiate here?
Victoria Mars: Yeah.
New Guy: Well maybe in the future you can join. I need your full report first thing tomorrow.
Victoria Mars: Wow, ok.
New Guy: That’s what I make my employees do, and you don’t get an exception. Is that a problem? Do you have plans tonight?
Victoria Mars: Uh. I might have. Anyway bye!
Victoria Mars heads down to chat with Ivy on her way out, telling her friend that she might not be at home for dinner.
Ivy: If this paperwork keeps up, neither will I. You going out? With New Guy?
Victoria Mars: Huh? No, not with New Guy! Why do you ask?
Ivy: I mean, you have a type? And you hang out a lot?
Victoria Mars: No, someone else. You haven’t met him. He’s nice, but I don’t know him that well so I might not go.
Ivy: Kid, the point of the date is to get to know the person. I sure didn’t fall in love with Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat at first sight!
Victoria Mars: Well the feeling isn’t mutual: he’s obsessed with you and always has been.
Ivy: I know, it’s because I’m amazing. But the point is to give the guy a chance!
Victoria Mars: Ok, I’ll take that under advisement. And speaking of your fiance…
You guessed it: Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat is here at Ivy’s job. And she’s… not thrilled to see him.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Hi babe! Great news — there was a cancellation at the church next month and the vicar asked if we’d want it for our wedding!
Ivy: I’m at work! And I’m super swamped!
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: I know, but your shift ends soon so I thought I could walk you home?
Ivy: I’ll be working late. I’m sorry, I’ve got to get back to it.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat, sad: Ok. I understand.
I’m not so sure that he really does, but they’re adults so presumably they’ll figure this out eventually. Meanwhile, Victoria Mars does indeed decide to take Reporter up on that date. She arrives at his office, where they briefly chat about the whole “we arrested your boss” thing.
Reporter: I can’t say we were close, but I didn’t think he was capable of this. But of course I don’t know the full story — good thing we have the whole night for you to tell me about the case!
It’s at this moment, reader, that Victoria Mars notices something.
She’s upset about it, and Reporter thinks she’s reacting to his joke about her sharing confidential information. Not one to reveal her cards too early, Victoria Mars just smiles and nods, and they make their way to the restaurant. Meanwhile, at Scotland Yard, Ivy brings her finished reports up to New Guy.
New Guy: Look, as much as I admire your dedication, you are here WAY too late.
Ivy: I just have so much to do. But I’ll be out of here in an hour or so!
New Guy: You need to pull back, or you’re going to make yourself sick.
Ivy: I’m fine!
New Guy: Have a seat. You don’t look fine.
Ivy: Ugh ok: I’m not. I think I took on too much. Between your needs, and the rest of my stuff, I’m under a lot of pressure. But I just want to do my best for everyone.
New Guy: You’re clearly not coping. We need to rethink your job.
OH NO. I don’t THINK New Guy is going to fire Ivy over this, but she’s been so happy in her job that I won’t be able to forgive him if he does. Anyway, back to Victoria Mars’ date. Reporter’s talking about how cringe this whole situation is, and how he might need to get a new job, and Victoria Mars is NOT having a good time.
Reporter: You know what, I’m sorry. I promised not to talk about this and it’s all I’ve done. New topic: you look beautiful. I’m definitely not up to snuff: sorry I didn’t have time to change.
Victoria Mars: That’s very sweet of you. Anyway, I’m happy to talk about the case. The crucial piece of evidence was a safety deposit box; it’s where your boss and Caleb passed money and info. Anyway, we found Caleb’s key, but so far no luck finding Editor’s.
Reporter: Interesting!
Victoria Mars: Sure is, and I know why we’ve come up empty so far! It’s because the key is on YOUR key ring. That’s what had me flustered earlier. Anyway, when we got here I didn’t go to the bathroom — I was searching your coat. YOU invented the Thames Reaper, covering your tracks by posing as Editor. And when Caleb blackmailed you, you were the one who killed him.
Reporter: This is preposterous!
Victoria Mars: Is it? You told me yourself the business was in trouble.
Reporter gets up to try and flee the scene, but Victoria Mars obviously called for backup, so New Guy is already waiting by the door. Reporter is arrested and taken in, and New Guy even invites Victoria Mars to attend the interrogation. He also tells her her outfit is nice (in a roundabout way).
Meanwhile, across town, Ivy catches Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat as he’s leaving his office for the day.
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: Hi! OMG it’s so late, you shouldn’t be out here solo!
Ivy: I have good news though! New Guy wants me to work only on his stuff — like his assistant!
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: OH! I’m so proud!
Ivy: I’ve missed you so much, and from now on, we’ll have more time together because I’ll have more reasonable hours. Let’s go have a nice sherry by the fire and celebrate, huh?
Barney the Morgue Bureaucrat: I love it. And maybe we can talk about that wedding date?
Ivy, for some reason not into this plan: Let’s just keep it chill for now, ok?
Why is Ivy so worried about the wedding in particular? Does Victoria Mars’ successful collab with New Guy mean they’ll work together more in the future? And given how her date turned out, will Victoria Mars be too nervous to get back out there? We’ll just have to wait and see!
