My name is Bridget. I witnessed a murder.
Just get up on the stand and tell the judge what you saw.
-We'll protect you. -You don't get it.
If 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, her lover...
Make a choice, him or me.
her best friend, her stepdaughter.
I thought I'd be safe. Turns out, I was wrong.
You have the wrong girl!
There's a lot about Siobhan's life I don't know.
[phone ringing]
You've reached Professor Malcolm Ward.
Please leave a message at the tone.
[beep]
Malcolm, it's me. Where are you?
I know I said that we shouldn't talk. It's just...
I shot someone.
[yelling]
It was self-defense. He thought that I was Siobhan.
I ran from testifying
because I thought it was going to be safer.
Well, it's not.
RECORDING: If you are satisfied with your message, press one.
If you'd like to delete and rerecord, press two.
What the hell am I doing?
[beep]
Your message has been deleted.
[grunting]
Damn it.
[door locks rattling]
[door opens and closes]
[footsteps]
Oh, my God.
I told him to put up sconces,
not knock down a wall.
What?
The idiot contractor.
Look at this mess. I'm mortified.
You think maybe it's time to hire a new contractor?
I do. But it will delay construction for a few days.
So no one will be here?
No, but in the end I think it's worth it, don't you?
You're the architect. You know best.
What?
Nothing. It...
Well, just wondering what the hold-up was.
You asked me to meet you here.
I finally confronted the nanny.
That's why you were late?
You were the one who thought
she was sleeping with my husband.
Not that it matters. We're both wrong.
Her girlfriend informed me Henry wasn't her type.
Then who is it?
Hell if I know who he's screwing.
Am I just crazy?
Thanks a lot.
No, I...
Did you ever think
that maybe Henry's not having an affair?
I-I-I don't know what to think anymore.
You know, you just need a good night's sleep.
Yeah, that and some happy pills.
I'm grabbing a cab. Are you coming?
Yeah.
Hello? Anyone home?
Andrew?
MIKKY EKKO: ♪ So you're feeling tied up to a sense of control ♪
♪ And make decisions that you think are your own ♪
♪ You are a stranger here ♪
♪ Why have you come? ♪
♪ Lift me higher, let me look at the sun ♪
♪ Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly ♪
♪ Say who, who, who are you, really? ♪
♪ And where, where are you going? ♪
♪ I got nothing left to prove ♪
♪ 'Cause I got nothing left to lose ♪
♪ See me bare my teeth for you ♪
♪ Who, who are you? ♪
ANDREW: Did you get my message?
What message?
Juliet and I had another fight.
She stormed off.
And now she's not answering any of her texts.
Got no idea where she is.
What are you doing?
I was, uh, just gathering up the dry cleaning.
-You OK? -Uh-huh.
Well, you don't look it.
Come on, it's late.
It's time for you to get some rest.
I'm not really tired, you know.
I was... I was thinking I might take a walk.
What, at midnight? Pregnant? I don't think so.
I just wanted some fresh air.
Well, then go out on the terrace.
It's not just you anymore, Siobh.
You have to think for two now.
I know.
Then please do as you're told for once, hmm?
Juliet.
Please don't talk. I have a headache.
Your father's looking for you.
-You should call him. -I know.
He texted me like a hundred times.
You're high.
Was high.
Now I'm hung-over.
Oops.
Hey, watch what you're doing.
It was an accident.
You don't have to be such a bitch.
Can I get another beer and another shot of bourbon?
I think I got to cut you off, hon.
Whatever. This place blows.
Ohh...
Sorry.
I'll just get my keys and I'll be...
-Hey, Bridget. -What?
You're not driving. Any volunteers?
Good luck with that.
I don't need your help.
Fine. I'll call my sister.
She's the only one who gives a crap, anyway.
You want some help?
I want you to leave me alone.
I can do that.
[door opens and closes]
Do I think high-frequency trading is dangerous?
I think it's essential.
Computers are replacing everything.
I'm embracing the technology,
and you should, too.
Oh, my business partner has just walked in.
Do you want to finish this up over lunch?
Great. See you then.
What are you doing in my office?
I'm looking for that list of algo traders.
Oh, I stopped compiling it last week.
Not the right time to be hiring new people.
Investors like fresh meat.
Well, then let's focus on finding new investors--
not new employees.
We all set for tonight?
I just got off the phone with the Amandar Soho.
We're good to go. 8:00.
Spoke to Siobhan?
Why would I?
Because she did plan the event.
And I let her pick out the cocktail napkins.
But I'll take it from here, thank you very much.
[saw whirring]
[phone ringing]
Malcolm?
-Bridget, what's wrong? -Everything.
Got to be a little more specific.
I don't know if I should say on the phone.
Don't be paranoid. It's just me.
I killed someone. In self-defense.
What?
Someone was after Siobhan.
I-I don't know what to do.
You have to call the cops.
I can't. I'm a fugitive.
Bridget is a fugitive. Not Siobhan.
Go to the cops as your sister.
Siobhan just murdered someone with a stolen gun
that can be traced back to Bridget.
-I'm screwed either way. -Then don't stick around.
And go where? I can't go back to Rock Springs.
I told you, I'll come and get you.
We'll figure this out.
No! You can't come here.
Bridge, you got to stop telling me what I can't do.
-Let me help you. -How?
If I can't come to you, then meet me halfway.
-And then what? I... -I don't know yet.
But I'll help you figure this out.
Bridge, I'm here for you.
Friend, sponsor.
Whatever you need.
You got to know that.
-I do. -Then meet me.
OK.
[sighs]
When can you leave?
Soon.
The body's hidden... for now.
I just hope I can get far enough away
before they find it.
[knock on door]
Mrs. Martin? You in there?
[knock knock]
Mrs. Martin, this is Agent Machado.
Your housekeeper said you might be here.
I can see you.
Sorry! These locks are tricky.
That's not a problem. May I come in?
Actually, I was just leaving.
Well, do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick?
What is it with cops and coffee? Really?
I don't know.
But, actually, with the construction and stuff
it's kind of a mess in there.
Uh, there's a doughnut shop across the street.
You mind if we go somewhere to talk?
Oh, I really can't.
I'm already late for a doctor's appointment.
Well, I can give you a lift.
My car's right across the street.
Thank you. It's all the way up town.
Ms. Martin, I really need to talk to you
about your sister.
And I would be happy to. It's just...
today is really not a good day.
Hi. I need to go to 57th and Fifth.
FBI AGENT: Everything you'd ever
want to know about Siobhan and Andrew Martin.
-Anything interesting? -Not exactly a page turner.
Typical Upper East Siders. He's in finance.
She's on the board of every charity.
Married five years. Honeymooned in Paris.
Her favorite movie, "The Notebook."
His, a tie between "Raging Bull" and "Singing in the Rain."
Where'd you get that?
Facebook.
Not exactly the types to harbor a fugitive.
Yeah. I found letters in a bus station locker
that prove Siobhan Martin lied
about being in touch with her sister.
I don't trust her.
Well, what else can I do?
The Martins own a loft on Warren Street.
See what you can dig up.
HENRY: Why would I be having an affair?
Where do I start?
We don't spend time together,
we constantly argue,
and we never have sex anymore.
We have three-year-old twins.
It's kinda hard to get romantic
in between finger-painting and food fights, Gemma.
And we argue because couples argue.
And spending time together-- you work constantly.
And I am trying to finish a book.
So... it's about being busy,
not about having an affair.
You have an answer for everything?
Only when it's the truth.
Look...
I am not having an affair.
You really got to believe me.
Then how do you explain this?
The dry cleaner found this hotel key
in your suit this morning.
Now you want to tell me the truth?
Afternoon, ma'am. How can I help you?
I'd like to withdraw some money.
I recently changed the PIN on my account,
and I already forgot it.
May I see your driver's license?
Of course.
Can you please come with me?
BRANCH MANAGER: How many times have I told you?
If you ever need anything, Mrs. Martin,
come directly to me.
Special clients get special treatment.
I know...
Mr. Atkins.
I was in a rush. I didn't want to bother you.
Oh... What can I do for you?
I would like to withdraw
the balance from my checking account.
One moment...
There's not much in there.
Whatever it is, I'm sure it's fine.
Huh. What about the account you had me set up
last month for emergencies only?
Does a shoe sale at Bergdorf's
constitute an emergency?
[chuckles]
-I need to go to the airport. -Yes, ma'am.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
ANDREW: Any news on Juliet?
Yeah, she came back this morning.
Well, is she all right?
She's fine. Her usual self.
At least that's one problem at bay for the moment.
What's wrong?
A pipe burst at the Amandar.
The whole first floor's flooded.
That's... unfortunate.
Tell me about it.
Olivia's not back yet, so now all this is on me.
So my first thought was,
where am I going to book something
on such short notice?
For...?
The cocktail party tonight.
Oh, please, don't tell me you've forgotten.
No, of course not. I...
Um, I... just had my hair done.
Good. So then I had an idea.
Now, it's not ideal, but under the circumstances...
Great. Where's the party?
The loft.
What? That's a terrible idea.
But it's empty, and it's big.
Well, yeah, and it's completely unfinished.
I-I mean, and the tools that are lying around...
I mean, it's, it's a lawsuit waiting to happen!
We can fit at least 300 people in there.
Now, trust me, Siobh.
With a little bit of work and your imagination,
we can turn it around by 8:00.
Now, I need you to head over there.
I want you to supervise.
Andrew, I really don't think this--
I've already e-mailed the building manager
to let the event planner in.
He's on his way now.
Keep the change.
MAN: Bacon on that? You got it.
What do you want?
-All right. You got it? -Yep. Here we go.
Wait!
Sorry.
WOMAN: No. That--take it down. Take it down immediately.
EVENT PLANNER: Siobhan! You look gorgeous, as usual!
Per your suggestion, I went with a "Titanic" vibe.
Antiquated. Elegant. Steamer trunks.
Violins. Gin and tonics.
It'll feel very Euro and travel-y,
and make people want to hand over their money.
Do you love it?
Yes.
Yeah! Um...
You know, I was thinking we should give
everyone a break.
Oh, there's no time.
Of course there is. Come on.
The bacon food truck's downstairs, and I'm buying.
Well, tempt me with trans fats and I can't say no.
Let's take 20 for lunch, everyone!
On Mrs. Martin!
Hurry up before she changes her mind.
You look like... you're gonna be cold.
[scoffs] Save it.
-Where are you going? -Out.
Are you sure that's such a good idea?
Mm... yeah.
Look, Juliet, I know where you're headed.
And it's not pretty.
What the hell do you know?
A lot more than you think.
I used to know a girl who partied a little too much.
She did it because she felt alone,
and it sucked.
But no one told her
she didn't have to feel that way.
I don't want that for you.
And I know you don't care about me.
but you might want to at least consider
your dad in all this.
He really loves you.
You're hilarious, Siobhan.
For a second,
it almost seemed like you gave a crap.
Why are you fidgeting?
The room looks amazing. You look fantastic.
Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.
I guess I'm just nervous about tonight.
Why? You've done this a thousand times.
Yeah, just somehow it feels like
I've never done it before.
Oh, it's easy.
Just stay away from politics and religion.
Stick to tennis, St. Barts, and the stock market.
You'll be fine.
And when in doubt...
drink lots of champagne.
MAN: ♪ Girl, every time I see you ♪
♪ I just want to get you home ♪
WOMAN: ♪ Well, I just can't stop dancing ♪
♪ For, oh, so long ♪
MAN: ♪ Ooh, your body is so close ♪
♪ And I just want to turn you on ♪
WOMAN: ♪ As I'm coming closer to you ♪
♪ I just want to take you home... ♪
Your tan is amazing.
Thank you.
Let me guess... St. Barts?
We vacationed there with my in-laws last weekend!
So I went to that dermatologist
you recommended,
but my Botox doesn't look as natural as yours.
Excuse me for one second. I'm sorry.
Oh, sir, I'm so sorry. Um, that's an antique.
-Oh, I'm sorry. -No, I'm sorry.
I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable.
Sure. Thanks.
Hey, you OK?
My face hurts from smiling so much.
I can't believe how it all came together.
No one would believe the mess here three hours ago.
You have no idea.
You look lovely, by the way.
Thank you.
Siobhan, darling.
Oh, do you mind if I steal your husband?
[chuckles]
Olivia's the reason why women hate other women.
She's Andrew's partner.
Sorry. I know I shouldn't talk about her that way.
She is a financial genius.
Wouldn't trust anyone else with my money.
Still, though, she's a snake in Louboutins.
I give you credit,
letting Andrew work alongside that.
Easy, there.
I need it.
What happened?
I'll tell you later.
Just let me get through tonight.
I couldn't agree more.
Having fun?
Not really.
Gemma forced me to come.
Not sure why. We're not exactly speaking.
She found my key to the Dandridge.
What? When?
This morning. Relax.
I denied the affair.
Told her I go there to write.
And she believed you?
Well, it's the truth...
sort of.
I mean, there is no affair anymore, right?
Just... just tell me.
What did I do wrong?
Excuse me.
Mrs. Martin.
Agent Machado?
I'm sorry to crash,
but, you know, you're a tough lady to pin down,
and I figured you wouldn't bail on your own party.
Hope you don't mind. I'm starving.
Help yourself.
Mmm, pretty good.
Can we talk?
Fine, but not here.
You know that this building used to be a cannery
back in the '20s?
-No, I didn't. -Yeah, yeah.
And then a department store in the late '60s.
What was it? Feinsilver's.
That's right.
And, in fact, your loft, that was the men's section.
Did you come here to give me a history lesson?
No. No, I just, I love old buildings.
I love 'em. I love the history
and I love the architecture.
Your contractor's doing a great job, by the way.
I mean, really, really maintaining
the structural integrity of the...
who'd you hire, again?
Oh, no, wait. Didn't you just have him fired?
What are you getting at?
Well, call me crazy, but I think there's a reason
you're keeping people out of this place.
Last time I checked
there were over a hundred people inside.
Oh, yeah, well,
tonight maybe, sure, but any other night...
[slap]
GEMMA: Just admit it!
You slept with Isabel's husband! And now you're after mine.
OLIVIA: What are you talking about?
Can someone please get this nut job away from me?
Oh, get your hands off me!
I'm gonna need to make sure my friend's OK.
I'll wait.
Actually, I think it's time that you leave.
I'm just trying to get some answers, Mrs. Martin.
No, you're harassing me, and you're trespassing.
-I'm not gonna tolerate it. -So that's how this is gonna be?
Well, thanks for the hors d'oeuvres.
Who was that?
Just some party crasher.
Came for the free wine and cheese.
But don't worry.
I took care of him.
A wise man once said, "Price is what you pay;
value is what you get."
[people chuckle]
And for the last ten years,
this has been our mantra at Martin/Charles Financial.
[phone rings]
Looks like somebody wants to get in on the action early.
[all chuckle]
Where is that coming from?
Um, it sounds like it's coming from that.
[ringing continues]
[cell phone ringing]
You have got to be kidding me.
Please. Let me.
[ringing continues]
One of the workers probably left something behind.
[ringing continues]
Got it!
[all chuckle]
As I was saying,
at Martin/Charles, we retain our risks
and depend on no one.
We live in a world of globalization.
The pace of technological change is staggering.
The extent and speed...
ANDREW: Appreciate you guys coming
OLIVIA: Anytime you want to see...
ANDREW: And please send my regards to the kids.
OLIVIA: Thank you so much for coming.
Nice move.
Excuse me?
Some may see it as desperate,
but in finance, we call it strategic.
What are you talking about?
Getting pregnant.
Getting pregnant is not a strategy.
[quietly] It is if you need to hold on to your husband.
What are you two whispering about?
I was just telling Siobhan
how excited I am about the baby.
Ah, well, that makes three of us.
So, great news.
Managed to get six new investors on board.
That's wonderful. Congratulations.
Thank you.
And on that note, I will call it a night.
What, you're not gonna help clean up?
Oh, I already asked the event staff to come back tomorrow.
I figured we'd all be exhausted.
Yeah, I was teasing, Siobh.
Let me call you a cab.
Good night, Siobhan.
[sighs]
Hey.
I didn't know you were still here.
I wanted to apologize.
I hope I didn't ruin your party.
You kidding?
I think you gave everyone something to talk about.
You OK?
Not really.
I'm a disaster.
Gemma, if Henry makes you this unhappy,
why don't you just leave him?
I can't.
Why not?
'Cause I still love him.
I know I shouldn't, but I do.
[voice breaking] Is that pathetic?
No, it's human.
You're gonna get through this.
I know,
with the help of friends like you.
You know, I was, uh...
watching you tonight.
Did I do something wrong?
No.
Quite the opposite.
You were great at the party.
The way you handled everyone.
Don't think I did anything that special.
Oh, no, you did.
You know, it's been a long time
since I felt you were on my side.
But tonight...
It's like I had the old Siobhan back.
Don't go away again.
LAURA VEIRS: ♪ Sure is hard ♪
♪ To dance across ♪
♪ The room when you've got ♪
♪ One foot on the floor ♪
♪ And one foot ♪
♪ Outside the door ♪
♪ I want nothing more ♪
♪ Than to dance with you ♪
♪ Peace I've known ♪
♪ Floating along ♪
♪ The deep, green river ♪
♪ With you and a song ♪
♪ Is something like ♪
♪ The peace I hope ♪
♪ To make with you ♪
♪ My whole life long ♪
♪ I want nothing more ♪
♪ Than to float with you ♪
[retching]
[whimpering]
Juliet?
I took something at a bar, and now I feel weird.
What did you take?
I don't know. Some girl gave me a pill.
I think it was orange.
You want me to get your father?
No. No, Siobhan, please. Daddy will kill me.
Please.
OK.
What do you want me to do?
[sobbing]
Just... don't leave.
Where is she?
I think I'm going to be sick.
How much did you drink?
Too much. You need to pay him.
Why?
'Cause I got fired.
You're kidding me.
No, and it's not my fault.
My boss was a total dick.
God, Bridget.
I left a date because I thought you were in trouble.
You said it was an emergency.
Turns out you're just drunk and broke.
I'm sorry.
You're not sorry. You're selfish.
Come on, Siobh, I need you tonight.
No, you don't.
You just need someone to clean up your mess.
And I'm over it.
Here.
This is for your bar tab
and your ride home.
Please don't go, Siobh.
[whimpering]
I'm here.
I'm not going anywhere.
[sobbing]
It's OK. It's all right.
You're gonna be OK.
[sobbing continues]
There you go.
It's OK.
You've reached Professor Malcolm Ward.
Please leave a message at the tone.
[beep]
Hey, it's me.
My bag's packed.
I have the money.
I'm all set to go.
I just... I can't.
For the first time in my life,
I'm not the one leaning on people.
People here need Siobhan to stay.
And I need to stay here for Siobhan.
I hope you understand.
[new message in inbox chime]
Damn it.
Hey, it's me.
My bag's packed.
I have the money.
I'm all set to go.
I just... I can't.
MAN: Professor Ward.
Glad I caught you before you left.
Cutting it close, man.
[tires squealing]
Bonjour.
I'd like to withdraw some money, please.
Bien sur.
Mm...
Um...
I'm sorry, madame. But this account has been closed.
What? When?
Yesterday.
In Manhattan. Seventy-Sixth Street branch.
She's ruining everything.
It has to get done-- sooner rather than later.
OK.
[gasps]
[lid thuds shut]