There's a first time for everything. India is Charlie's first and last.

Spring comes, and Nie Huaisang is seen with his sabre for the first time since— anyone's guess as to when.

"Tang Fan," she starts carefully.

Tang Fan has no such concern. "Sui Zhou," is her counter. She dumps their bag at her feet, where its gaped mouth is swiftly fed her belt and chopsticks. "Your poor delicate Qing'er," she complains. "I will find a man and his wife to show me the pity here that you won't."

Tozer struggles to impart some discipline to one Mr. Hickey.

The man in black knows the score, but who's counting?

There have been stranger love-matches made at sea. Probably.

In the wake of Qingming’s revelation, the night bleeds out into a sombre quiet.

"If you have a choice in not having a choice about coming,” Fu Meng-po says, eyebrows cocked out from behind the frame of his sunglasses, “then it's not a kidnapping."

“You’re not fun,” Kuan-hung complains. “At all.”

Eddie gets some late-night visitors when he and Steve are hanging out. Afraid of getting busted, Steve hides in the closet, and then wishes he didn't.

Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.