My name is Bridget.
I witnessed a murder.
Just get up on the stand and tell the judge what you saw,
and we'll protect you. You don't get it.
Bodaway wants me dead, I'm dead.
I ran to my sister, Siobhan, for help.
Siobhan? Siobhan!
Siobhan killed herself, and I assumed her identity.
It was so easy.
I saw a way out, and I took it.
They all think that I'm her.
Her husband...
I'm falling in love with Andrew.
Her stepdaughter.
He forced himself on me!
You had sex with Mr. Carpenter?
Her lover.
Tell me what you did to my wife!
Her best friend.
Why are you doing this to me?!
Don't blame me. Blame Siobhan.
I told you not to kill Gemma.
You're not a killer, Siobhan.
(Gasps)
♪
♪ what happened to our love?
♪ Laughter left behind
♪ fine bodies are made for love ♪
♪ but you cannot withstand time ♪
♪ who's counting up the nights? ♪
♪ the love got pushed aside
♪ on a lover's...
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{pub}Siobhan Martin, it has been forever!
Hey.
Jeff, good to see you.
Oh, these are for you.
Thank you. They're beautiful.
Are they peonies?
Mm-hmm.
That's Charlie's handwriting.
What, you don't like the flowers?
That's funny, I thought peonies were your favorite.
No, they're-they're stunning. Thank you.
Aren't peonies out of season?
You must have gone through
a lot of trouble to get these.
Oh, anything for you.
You really want to do this now?
Jeffrey: What do you think, ladies?
A bottle of Rothschild for the table?
Uh, actually, I'll pass.
I'm just gonna have water, thank you.
You know, actually, I think I'll pass also.
Really?!
What's up with you two?
What is this, a cleanse or something?
I thought carbs were trendy again.
(Chuckles)
Our daughter would rather drink poison
than touch pasta.
Of speaking of which, how's Juliet?
Is she still going to Eastlake prep?
No, she's at Zachary Secor High.
The public school? Really?
Greer: Wow!
My foundation is hosting
a charity auction event for Zachary later this week.
That's your foundation? Yeah.
Well, somebody called this week about making a donation.
I didn't realize you were involved.
Greer's pet project.
Greer: It's such a great cause.
It's my passion.
I mean, public schools are so underfunded,
and with the current budget situation...
Okay, I won't you bore you with the details.
But we are hosting a series of events to raise money
for the public schools, and Zachary is the next event.
I think that's great.
I'm a big advocate for public schools.
And it's been great for Juliet
just to meet all different kinds of kids
and see that the world doesn't revolve around money.
What?
Nothing. Just... going to bat for public schools,
it's so not like you.
You know, I would love to help you with your auction.
It'll give us a chance to spend some time together.
Really?
Yeah.
I, I really appreciate you coming, Agent Machado.
No, no, I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner.
I was in Wyoming wrapping something up.
- Have a seat if you want. - Thank you.
But I'm a little confused.
If this is about Gemma's case, NYPD's handling that.
Yeah, uh, they barely talk to me anymore.
They make me feel like I'm crazy.
And they're acting like the case is closed
and they shouldn't be.
Well, what have they told you?
They told me Charlie Young, or John Delario,
or whatever the hell he's calling himself,
uh, that he shot and killed my wife
and then he shot himself.
But that's not everything. There's more evidence.
They found Bridget's fingerprints,
the gun that was used to kill Gemma
was traced back to Bridget.
So why aren't they looking for her?
Believe me, Mr. Butler, I-I share your frustrations.
It's a complicated situation...
I can't get into the details...
But trust me when I tell you I haven't given up.
I'm doing everything I can to find Bridget.
It doesn't make any sense.
Gemma didn't know Bridget.
She didn't know Charlie, so what do they want with her?
Maybe a crime of opportunity.
Bridget needed money.
Kidnapping her sister's wealthy friend
for a ransom may have seemed like an easy score.
Siobhan...
Of course.
It all comes back to her.
Andrew: So...
You and Greer working on a fund-raiser together.
That's the last thing I expected.
I was just pleased you agreed to dinner.
You were?
You usually avoid her like the plague.
Makes it difficult to see Jeff.
Maybe there's something I could do.
You know, maybe I could apologize to her.
Do you have something to apologize for?
I never told you what happened?
No.
Do you want to talk about it?
Nah.
Let me just leave the past in the past.
Hey, I've been meaning to ask you.
Do you think something's off with Juliet?
She's been so... quiet.
I don't know.
Less... combative.
Isn't that a good thing?
Yeah, I'm sure it is.
She had a tough year.
It'll be good for her... New year, back to school.
(Sighs) I'm so tired.
You know, if you don't like the ring,
we can always trade it in.
Something smaller, perhaps?
The only thing that I want smaller is the band.
(Chuckles) It keeps falling off.
I should probably take it to get resized.
Then the fit will be as perfect as the rest of it.
Mm!
Thank you so much.
I wanted to surprise my husband,
but I forgot my keys.
No problem.
(Sighs)
(Phone rings)
Hello.
Hey, it's Tyler.
I've been trying to get in touch with you.
Siobhan?
Are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
I've been meaning to call you.
I thought you'd be back in Paris by now.
(Gasps)
Oh, Mrs. Martin, you scared me!
Claudine, I'm so sorry.
Oh, no, it's okay.
I just wasn't expecting you.
It's so early.
It's early for you, too.
Olivia still cracking the whip?
No, Ms. Charles is still in London.
I just like to get a jump on the day.
Can I help you with something?
You know, maybe you can.
Well, if you can keep a secret.
(Grunts assent)
I want to throw my husband a surprise party,
but I can't seem to get into his address book.
Any chance you have his password?
Mm. No. Sorry, I don't.
Can I help with anything else?
No, that's it.
And do me a favor,
let's just keep this between each other.
I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.
(Door shuts)
You okay?
Fine.
Andrew: Oh, damn it!
Oh, sorry... got a presentation today,
and the computer guy's just canceled.
Come on, I'll drop you at school.
Actually, I'm not feeling so great.
I think I'm getting that stomach thing
that's going around.
You weren't sick yesterday.
I started feeling badly when you and Siobhan were at dinner.
You ordered a pizza. You're fine. Come on, Juliet.
I don't have time for this today.
Car leaves in five.
Bridget: Have a good day.
It sucks going back after two weeks, huh?
(Elevator bell dings, phone rings)
You know, maybe I could talk to your dad
and see if I can get him to lighten up.
Whatever.
Just pick up your phone.
(Sighs)
Hello?
It's me.
I can't make group today.
You should go without me.
Oh, actually, I can't make it either.
You've been missing a lot of meetings lately, bridge.
I'll be at the next one, I promise.
Good.
I hate going alone.
Everyone's asking about Charlie.
Like they think I can explain what he did.
I wish I could explain it.
I gotta go.
Job interview.
If I don't find something soon,
I may have to move on.
You know, Andrew mentioned something
about needing a computer guy.
Maybe you could do that.
Computer guy?
I'm computer science prof, not a tech.
It's one afternoon.
I'll text you his number.
(School bell ringing)
What the hell are you doing here?
Receiving a subpar education, same as you.
(Sighs)
Oh, my God. What?
You still haven't told your parents about Mr. Carpenter.
Juliet, he made you have sex with him.
Okay, you have to tell them.
Would you keep the volume down?
Look I get it... I understand
that you're embarrassed or whatever,
but it's not your fault.
You need help.
No, I don't.
I just want to forget it happened and move on.
Okay?
Mr. Carpenter: I think, uh, yo.
All right. Thanks, Mr. c.
Siobhan: Hey. Sorry about hanging up
on you earlier.
Everything okay?
Yeah. I just have to take care of one thing.
Tyler, I know you don't trust me,
but I'm trying to get back.
Well, it's a little hard to trust you
when you were using me to get back at your husband.
So this thing that you have to take care of...
Does it involve Andrew?
Have you seen him?
I don't want him to know that I'm here.
Look, Martin/Charles just released
their year-end statements.
I'm just trying to get my hands on a copy.
Tell me why.
You know, since we're trusting each other.
Am I talking to Tyler Barrett, loyal employee,
or Tyler Barrett...
The father of my baby?
How about a guy who's got
a high-level job at Martin/Charles?
If Andrew's doing something illegal,
I'd like to get out before you expose him.
Okay.
Look, I believe that Andrew issues
one set of statements to his investors,
but I think he keeps the real ones hidden.
Uh, I want to get my hands on one so I have some proof,
but his office security is just too tight.
Can you get into your apartment
without Andrew knowing you were there?
Uh, I would imagine so.
Why?
Because home security tends to be
more lax than office security,
even though we have information in both places.
If you want to hack Andrew, home is the place.
Thank you.
Oh, uh, Tyler, I-I have to run.
I-I... I will call you.
(Door bell jingling)
Henry!
God, it's so good to see you.
What are you... what are you doing here, Siobhan?
Well, I... I know you always come this way
after you drop the boys at school, and I needed to see you.
I miss you.
You know who I miss?
My wife.
You brought Bridget Kelly into our lives.
But if it wasn't for you...
Gemma would be here today.
Wait. Please don't go.
Henry, I can explain this.
Sit down with me.
I-I can explain everything. I swear.
{pub}You have something you want to say to me...
You say it right now.
I-I can't right on the street.
I mean, just... Give me five minutes.
Please, I'll explain everything.
I'm busy.
I'm swamped with publisher meetings.
For your book?
Henry, that's great.
Since when do you care about my book?
No matter what happened,
I think you're an amazing writer.
You know that.
Save it, Siobhan.
I'm late.
Taxi!
Siobhan, are you okay?
Yeah.
It's just been a rough couple days.
(Sighs)
Uh, you know what?
Maybe I can, uh... I don't know,
maybe I can move some stuff around.
You want to meet on Friday?
10:00 a.M.?
Okay.
Usual place?
No, we don't have a usual place anymore.
How about the loft?
I'll see you there.
Bridget Kelly's a ghost.
I... I can't even prove that she was in New York
when Gemma Butler was murdered.
Forensics on the gun seem pretty conclusive.
Charlie Young, aka John Delario, was the shooter.
Yeah, I don't doubt he killed Gemma Butler.
I doubt he killed himself.
You think someone staged the scene?
Angle of the gun was off.
And Delario's hands tested positive for powder residue,
but trace amounts.
Which point to him having fired the gun hours before,
and yet he died instantaneously.
NYPD seem to believe otherwise.
Yeah, because Delario is one of their own.
They want this whole thing to go away quickly.
And bringing Bridget Kelly into it only complicates things.
Why would Kelly kill Delario?
Hell if I know. I... (Chuckles)
The Bridget Kelly I knew in Wyoming
was not a kidnapper or a killer.
Okay, let's just focus
on what's in front of us.
Let's try to figure out how and why
Bridget and Charlie became a team.
I mean, seriously, how does a stripper from Wyoming
hook up with a retired cop from Brooklyn?
Did a little digging into your guy.
Traffic cam shows him blowing through a red light
on September 8, driving down Montauk highway.
John Delario was driving
on the main road into the Hamptons, September 8?
The same weekend Bridget Kelly was there.
Could be just a coincidence.
Or it could be where this whole thing started.
Our new high-frequency program
employs computerized algorithms that operate
at a speed unmatched by traditional trading methods.
Since its implementation,
returns here at Martin/Charles have been up over 30%.
Man: Wow.
Now, as you can see,
our one-, three- and five-year growth projections
in HFT are quite impressive.
What about the ten-year projection?
Can you hold that rate of growth?
Oh, I believe that we can.
Unfortunately,
our software designer isn't here with us today,
so I'll have to get back to you with specific numbers.
Malcolm: Actually, Andrew,
all the data for those projections is here.
If you'd like, I can run a quick program,
figure out those numbers for you.
Oh. Wonderful.
Thank you, Malcolm.
If you wouldn't all mind bearing with us.
Man: Not at all.
(Typing)
Well, as you can see, we can hold that rate of growth.
Bridget: Okay, this should be the last of it.
All right, I know this seems daunting,
but, uh, most of the auction items are already labeled.
We just have to come up with minimum bids
and sort through everything.
Oh, and we got to figure out
a layout for the, uh, night of the party.
Okay, that sounds like a lot.
I'm happy to help.
I know it must seem weird, my offering to help.
I... I realize things have been...
Strained between us.
To be honest, I was shocked
that you actually followed through.
I thought you were just putting on
a good face for our husbands.
I really want things to be better between us.
I mean, we were friends once, right?
I thought we were.
Until that weekend.
You know, maybe if we talked about it...
You know what? We did enough talking.
Or at least you did.
You practically threatened me.
I never said anything about what I saw,
so I just would like that to be the end of it.
Greer, I'm not the person that I used to be, and...
I'm definitely not the person I was that weekend.
I-I hope you'll give me the chance to prove it.
(Elevator bell dings, doors slide open)
Juliet: Hey.
Didn't realize you had company.
Juliet, you remember Mrs. Sheridan?
She's in charge of your school benefit.
Hi, Juliet.
- It's good to see you again. - Hi.
You know what? I really should get going.
Are you okay with everything here?
Not a problem. Great.
And, Greer, I-I would love to revisit this,
you know, sometime, if you're willing to...
(Elevator bell dings)
Hey, so this, uh, thing
you're doing tomorrow night,
you're not going to make me go, are you?
Well, considering it's 20 feet from your bedroom,
I was hoping you would at least put in an appearance.
- What? - I offered up the apartment.
They wanted an intimate setting.
It's not that big a deal.
I mean, it's just some board members and their guests
and a few people from your school.
You mean, like, teachers?
Please tell me you didn't invite Mr. Carpenter.
I thought he was your favorite.
No.
No. There's no way.
I'm not going to your stupid fund-raiser.
Juliet, what's wrong? Nothing.
It's just...
I have to see my stupid teachers every day at school,
and now I have to deal with them in my own house?
You were a great help today.
Never seen anyone write code so quickly.
Claudine will give you a call
when she cuts your check.
You know, if you ever feel like changing fields,
give me a call.
We could use someone like you.
Wow.
I'm flattered.
(Distant siren wailing)
(Helicopter passing by)
Ah, thank you, Jessie.
Jessie: You're welcome, sir.
(Indistinct conversation)
Yes, sir. Okay, see you later.
Thank you, sir.
Hey, Henry, it's me.
I-I might be a few minutes late, but I'm coming, so...
Wait for me, please.
(Bell dings)
♪
(Typing)
(Beeping)
(Sighs softly)
(Elevator bell dings)
(Gasps)
{pub}Andrew Martin.
Olivia.
Yeah.
Hang on. Y-you're breaking up.
Mm-hmm. Go ahead.
Look, could you talk slower?
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Look, we should make sure we get a better line
if you're gonna patch him through.
Mm.
Actually, it's better now, really.
John, how are you?
Good.
(Panting)
Screw you, Siobhan.
Right.
I'll check when I'm back in the office.
Excellent. So you're happy?
Wonderful, wonderful. That's great news.
(Elevator bell dings)
Okay, thanks. Talk to you soon.
Bye.
I didn't expect you to be here.
Andrew: I forgot my briefcase.
Bridget: I'm gonna get that thing chained to your wrist.
(Andrew chuckles)
Did you get a chance to talk to Juliet?
I did. And she swore that everything was fine.
Even promised to make an appearance at the party tonight.
Bridget: Really?
I guess I overreacted.
She was just acting so funny when I mentioned that teacher.
Maybe he gave her a bad grade.
You buy a new dress yet?
Bridget: I've got it narrowed down to three.
But I can't decide if I want to go big or understated
to show off the amazing ring
that my impossibly handsome husband gave me.
Andrew: Doesn't matter what dress you choose,
I'll only be thinking about how I can tear it off.
Hmm, I like the way you think.
Bridget: Oh, you should go to work.
I have a million things I have to do.
To be continued?
Most definitely.
(Elevator bell dings)
(Sighs)
(Shower running)
♪
(Sighs)
(Line ringing)
Come on, Henry, pick up. Pick up.
Henry (Recorded): Hey, you've reached Henry Butler.
Please leave a message at the tone.
Damn it.
(Gasps)
(Phone ringing)
Hello.
The caterers are here already?
Uh, yeah, you can send them up.
Could you also do me a favor?
Can you see if you could find me a plumber?
Thank you.
♪ I didn't know when to expect you ♪
Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.
Thanks for your support.
♪ And though they all try to possess you ♪
♪ I'm still the one you choose to call ♪
♪ I don't know just where you came from ♪
♪ and I need you now...
You look amazing.
You don't look too shabby yourself.
Where's your ring?
Um, I...
I took it to get resized.
It fell off again today.
Um, I really should have taken it yesterday.
Well, you'll just have to show it off at the next party.
Any sign of Juliet?
Not yet.
Hmm.
Can you see him?
Mm, he seems kind of bored.
Maybe he'll leave.
I still don't understand why you won't talk to your parents.
'cause I don't want to screw things up.
I've done a lot of crappy stuff.
My stepmom used to hate me.
Sometimes I think my dad did, too.
But lately, things are, like,
not awful between us.
It just got normal.
And I kind of want it to stay that way.
Juliet, you're not dressed yet?
Do I have to remind you how hard
Siobhan has worked on this party?
I got it, dad.
Really, I do.
I-I just, I can't get dressed till you leave.
Well, quick as you can, please.
♪
Quite simple, actually.
Okay, I think we've shown enough school spirit for one night.
So let's congratulate your stepmom
and get the hell out of here.
Now's not a great time.
Woman: It's such a great party...
What are you...
Don't judge. Support.
It's the only way I'll get through tonight.
(Chuckles)
Okay.
You have to.
Hey.
I didn't expect to see you.
Really?
Because you couldn't stop calling me.
I didn't call you.
Did someone call you from my number?
No, the number was blocked, but I...
Are you seriously gonna do this to me again?
Wait, doing what to you?
I had a meeting at the new yorker today,
and I missed it because of you, Siobhan.
Wait, Henry, calm down...
I'm done. I am done with you.
I do not want to see you, I don't want to think about you,
I don't even want to talk to you again.
You stay out of my life.
Here.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Henry seemed pretty upset.
Yeah, he's not doing so well.
But you can't really blame him.
You guys still together?
Um, no, I... I ended it.
Did Andrew find out?
No.
Greer, I-I know I have no right to ask you this, but...
If I didn't say anything after that weekend,
I'm not going to now.
That weekend where we stopped speaking was
because you found out about the affair.
It didn't just destroy our friendship.
It ruined my relationship with Gemma.
You know, I couldn't look her in the eye after that.
I hated you for that.
I don't blame you.
And I'm sorry.
More sorry than I know how to put into words.
You know, I have to admit,
it's been really great working with you this week.
I've had a good time, too.
I just have to ask...
The flowers you brought to dinner the other night...?
I was just being a bitch.
I couldn't believe that you actually said yes to dinner,
and I wanted to throw you off your game.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
(Sighs)
Who would've thought flowers could mean so much?
Yeah, well, I can't
see peonies without thinking about that weekend.
They were all over the hotel, remember?
Hotel pivoine.
You know, I go to Boston all the time,
and I don't go anywhere near that hotel anymore.
(Talking, laughing)
You sure she's young enough for you?
'cause...
I know your type.
And she's not it.
Excuse me.
Juliet.
I think, uh, you and I should talk...
Don't touch me!
I got it.
I'm fine.
You, young lady, are drunk.
You're boring.
And so are all your stupid friends.
Andrea, it's time for you to go home.
Judith's turning in for the night.
Right now.
(Knocking on door)
Hey.
Your dad told me what happened.
I know I ruined your party.
I get it, I'm a total screw-up.
Juliet, I don't care about the party.
(Sniffles)
You know, I've ruined my fair share of parties
drinking too much.
True story.
But usually when I did it, there was a reason.
Juliet, I know something's going on.
Please, try and talk to me.
The other day...
When I mentioned Mr. Carpenter...
Did something happen between you two?
(Talking indistinctly)
Carpenter.
(Grunts)
{pub}What the hell is your problem?
- Get out of my house. - What's going on?
If you come near my stepdaughter again, I will kill you!
Juliet, what is she talking about?
Get out, now!
Woman: What?
(Guests murmuring)
What the hell's going on?
Oh, God.
I don't want to talk about it.
Juliet...
Don't even.
Why did you do that in front of all those people?
All I wanted
was to forget about what happened,
and now the whole world knows.
I am so sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
I was just so angry I couldn't see straight.
No kidding.
Just get out.
Daddy, please.
Leave me alone.
{pub}Want some coffee?
Uh, no, actually.
I just wanted to ask you a couple questions.
Great. I love questions.
Way more than tips.
I'm investigating this man... John Delario.
He also goes by Charlie Young.
I know he was in the area in September,
but what I need to know is if anyone saw him with her.
Name's Bridget Kelly.
They were in here, once.
But not in September. May.
That can't be right. Bridget was in Wyoming in may.
Okay, then.
You sure it was may?
I'm positive. It was on my birthday.
I was trying to get out early, but she was a bitch.
Waved me down every two seconds, and then stiffed me on the tip.
Remember anything else?
What they talked about, maybe?
The guy said her name once, and she shut him down quick.
He called her something weird.
I never heard it before.
He call her Siobhan?
That's it.
What kind of a name is that?
Man: Excuse me, miss?
John Delario...
What the hell were you doing with Siobhan Martin?
(Typing)
How'd it go at the police station?
Can I talk about it later?
I need to speak with Juliet.
She's still in her room.
She won't come out.
But I was able to slip her a tray of food, so...
That was a start.
Andrew...
I'm really sorry about decking Carpenter.
I just...
Felt this need to protect Juliet.
Like a mother would.
I'm not angry at you, Siobhan.
I'm the one who failed her.
I should've seen what was going on.
Wait, no, she did everything she could
to keep you from finding out.
But you knew.
And you tried to tell me.
I knew that something was off,
that was it.
It didn't stop me from telling everyone
how great she was doing at her new school.
We can't sit here and beat ourselves up.
I've done too much of that in my life,
it doesn't get you anywhere.
♪ Eyes going blind we'll get through this.
As a family.
I promise.
♪ Soul is lost
♪ my body makes me lose
♪ it all what are you doing here?
Annafried let me in.
She took the boys out for dessert.
Yeah, I know that.
I know you're angry at me.
I've been acting like a different person,
and it doesn't make sense.
Get out.
No.
Please, hear me out.
I'm sorry for yesterday.
And the day before, and the last few months.
And Gemma.
Henry, if I could change any of it, take it back, I would.
♪ Eyes go blind... I miss you so much.
That's funny.
Because yesterday you wanted nothing to do with me.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
But I'm going to fix it, I promise.
Fix what, Siobhan?
You are in charge.
You want me? Here I am.
You want to just live happily ever after with Andrew,
walk away.
I can't!
Henry, I love you.
All right, fine. Fine.
Let's say that that's the truth.
All right? That you really love me.
Then I want to know one thing:
Who was the person at the party yesterday?
Because it's not the same person
who's standing here in front of me right now.
Tell me.
Who the hell are you?
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