Emma: I know I should let it go, but I can't. Seriously, how does Frank Churchill know about Pitt and Boxx? And who else knows? This could ruin the entire operation. Jane is right, plenty of people outside of this office are in on the secret.

But considering how many NDAs we had to sign, I can't help but worry that this is our fault. Someone had to have told Frank. Someone on the inside. Loose lips sink ships. Or in this case, pollute parties. I am Emma Woodhouse. And I am going to root out this conspiracy. If there is one.

[Intro plays]

Maybe Harriet accidentally spilled the celeb beans. No, she's as careful as the day is long. Alex? He couldn't tell a celebrity from a celery stick. Jane? She's a solid-as-the-rock-of-Gibraltar, so I doubt it. Unless she accidentally spilled it to Maddy when they were discussing jams. And if Maddy knows... Oh God. What if it was me? I mean I have been a bit preoccupied. But I've been too busy to blabber, haven't I?

Alex: Haven't you what?

Emma: Ugh, don't ask. Just come, sit, help me with a little problem solving.

Alex: Okay, what's the problem?

Emma: I don't know what to do about this Frank situation. I really didn't see it coming.

Alex: Well that's understandable. For the record, neither did I.

Emma: Everyone from here to the Hills probably knows by now. I'm so embarrassed.

Alex: What? Don't be! They did a really good job of hiding it from all of us. I still believe can't believe that-

Emma: Jane told Frank about the box owner?

Alex: Jane and Frank are dating.

Emma: Wait, Jane and Frank are dating? Why in the world would you say that?
 
Alex: You can't tell me you haven't noticed?

Emma: I can't notice something that's not there.

Alex: The way that they look at each other, how everything that they talk about seems to be about something else, something that we don't know?

Emma: You are so off!

Alex: Emma, I'm pretty sure something's going on there!

Emma: Okay, well I can't speak for Jane, but I promise you, Frank is not into her.

Alex: Okay. Then what the heck were you talking about?

Emma: The secret owner! It only makes sense that Jane told Maddy and Maddy let it slip to Frank while they were discussing business.

Alex: No. Maddy would never do that, ever.

Emma: And Frank would never date Jane, ever.

Alex: I agree to disagree.

Emma: Fine.

Alex: Fine.

Emma: Why don't you go see if Jane is free on your way out?

Alex: Well according to you, Jane is as free as a bird.

Emma: Oh you're right... that I'm right. Well, if you'll excuse me.

[to Jane's office]

Emma: You busy?

Jane: A little bit... You know that purple vodka you got for Boxx?

Emma: For the detoxx cosmos?

Jane: Detox cosmopolitans? That doesn't make any sense.

Emma: Detoxx. With two x's. It has muddled kale.

Jane: Well, I wanted to let you know that purple vodka isn't made from organic potatoes.

Emma: What? They told me it was made with organic heirloom purple potatoes!

Jane: They're from real heirloom purple potatoes. They're grown in Peru.

Emma: They need to be certified organic.

Jane: They're from the Peruvian Mountains. They should be fine.

Emma: Where's a list of other alcohol sponsors.

Jane: In that folder.

Harriet: Sorry to interrupt Emma, but I need to know which baby bottles you want for the game.

Emma: Please, not now Harriet, we have a crisis here.

Harriet: Oh, okay. Only, if we want the glass ones, I need to let the guy know now.

Emma: Harriet, we have six months til the baby gets here. That's plenty of time.

Harriet: But the shower is in-

Emma: None of these alternative vodkas will work.

Jane: They may not be made from purple potatoes, but I'm sure they will still up to the standards of Boxx's celebrity clientele. 

Emma: Speaking of celebs. I was wondering, did you happen to tell Maddy any of the Boxx details? You know, on accident?

Jane: You mean, did I tell her about Mr. Pitt? No.

Emma: Well when Frank slipped the name I figured chatty Maddy-

Jane: My aunt did not and would never. And as for Frank, doesn't he have a lot of celebrity friends in high places? It could have come from anyone.

Emma: True, but I highly-

Harriet: I went with the plastic ones. They're better for "drink up baby".

Emma: Are they organic? .. Never mind. Uh, good job Harriet. Jane, get back to me. 

(to Alex's office)

Emma: You wanted to see me?

Alex: I just took a call for you.

Emma: Thanks, I'll call them back.

Alex: No need. You're too late.

Emma: Too late? For what?

Alex: To reserve some venue called The Daisy Chain? They had to give it to somebody else.

Emma: What? They said I had twenty-four hours to reserve. Oh, and I was supposed to call yesterday!

Alex: Yup. So, like I said, too late. I mean this is your best friend's baby shower, how could you drop the ball on that?

Emma: I guess I got a little busy, that's all. We'll find another place.

Alex: Oh we can have it here for all I care, that's not the point. The point is that you're in over your head, and Harriet can't, and I might add shouldn't have, to handle it all for you. You promised Annie.

Emma: But-

Alex: No no no. No buts, and no Boxx. The only B word that should be coming out of your mouth right now is baby. You're better than this. Now show it.