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.
Bodaway wants me dead, I'm dead.
BRIDGET, VOICE-OVER: I ran to my sister, Siobhan, for help.
Siobhan? Siobhan!
Siobhan killed herself, and I assumed her identity.
BRIDGET: It was so easy.
I saw a way out, and I took it.
They all think that I'm her.
BRIDGET, VOICE-OVER: Her husband....
her lover...
Your wife knows about us.
her stepdaughter.
I want to go home.
There's a lot about Siobhan's life I don't know.
Everyone's going to know who you really are, Bridget.
How long have you been pretending to be her?
Can you come over, please? I need to tell you something.
It's an emergency.
Gemma called, asked me to come over.
-Can I come in? -No.
MAN ON PHONE: Siobhan, we have a problem.
Bridget's still alive.
[siren]
MAN: ♪ Desire to be and desire to touch ♪
♪ Desire to feel not all that much ♪
♪ I like that unknown song, dazed in the crowd ♪
♪ You hold back my nerves ♪
♪ And you hold back the sound ♪
♪ We are just begging for our separate lives ♪
♪ We are just begging ♪
♪ To control our lies ♪
♪ And we will be coming, lying on the drift ♪
♪ Through the nations of love... ♪
What took you so long?
I thought you were just going to grab
some aspirin.
Yes. Sorry, I got sidetracked.
-By? -Gemma.
She called as I was leaving the drug store.
Asked me if I could come over
because she had something important to tell me.
The thing is, when I got to the Butlers',
Henry told me she wasn't there. That's a bit odd, right?
The thing is, she sounded a bit off
when we spoke, and so did Henry for that matter.
You wouldn't have any idea
what she wanted to talk to me about?
Not a clue.
Maybe you should give her a call in the morning.
Make sure she's OK.
I will.
[horns honking]
[siren]
You've reached Gemma. Don't be boring.
Hey, Gemma, Andrew told me that you called him last night.
I can only think of one thing
that you would want to talk to him about.
I thought we came to an understanding.
I know the last few days have been...
overwhelming to say the least.
But I meant what I said.
I would like to be the friend to you that my sister never was.
If you'll let me.
ANDREW: You're kidding me with these shorts, right?
Yes, I'm kidding you,
because that's the kind of relationship we have.
Good times, all the time.
Would you tell her that's not appropriate attire
for a first day at school?
It's a little fabric challenged.
OK, number one--today isn't the first day of school.
It's like October.
Number two--
It's public school,
which means I can wear whatever I want.
The poor kids do it every day.
Well, it's your first day at school.
So you might want to put your best foot forward.
Fine.
You go get the car, and I will put on
jeans or something.
Thank you.
Here. So you don't go tossing my room again
while I'm gone.
This is the last of it.
Best foot forward, right?
Right.
MAN: ♪ Open up my eyes ♪
♪ Heavy like a lullaby ♪
♪ Slip into the sun ♪
♪ You could be my number one ♪
♪ Isn't it obvious, obvious? ♪
♪ Isn't it obvious? ♪
♪ I'm still waking up ♪
♪ Still waking up, up... ♪
♪ I'm still waking up ♪
♪ Still waking up, up... ♪
You've reached Charlie. Leave a message.
Hi, Charlie. It's Ms. Anonymous from NA.
I really need to speak to someone in person.
My sponsor is out of state.
My stepdaughter surrendered her stash to me.
I know I should just throw it away, but...
I've--I've had a really tough couple weeks, and I...
I just can't seem to do it.
Anyway, you should have my number now,
so if you have a minute, will you call me?
Thanks.
[telephone ringing]
Hello.
Morning, Ms. Martin. This is Stanley in the lobby.
I have a guest here to see you.
Maddie Smithfield from Gemma Butler's office.
Send her up.
MAN: ♪ Spinning round the room ♪
♪ Spinning round the room ♪
♪ Turned into another one ♪
[elevator bell dings]
Mrs. Martin, nice to see you again.
Likewise, Maddie.
Oh, I'm just here to drop off our keys to the loft.
I was so sorry to hear
we are pulling out of the project.
It's such a beautiful space.
Yeah, we were sad, too. Gemma's amazing.
Thank you for these.
Mm-hmm. Oh, Mrs. Martin,
have you by any chance heard from Gemma this morning?
No, I haven't.
Why do you ask?
She wasn't at the office when I got there.
And I haven't been able to reach her
at her home or on her cell.
The thing is, when I got to the Butlers',
Henry told me she wasn't there.
I'm sure it's nothing.
She's probably at the design center.
Yeah. Thank you for coming, Maddie.
[bell rings]
MAN: Hey, guys, slow down. No running.
BOY: Who's that?
GIRL: Yeah, who's that?
Juliet Martin.
Today's my first day.
Try to relax, Ms. Martin.
It's a better school than it looks.
How could it not be?
[bell rings]
TEACHER: All right, everybody, take your seats.
Here we go. Settle in.
Hey, rich girl, can I borrow five bucks?
Now, we're going to be going over
a little bit of Shakespeare today.
"Taming of the Shrew."
Are you deaf?
I hope you're as interested as I am.
All right...
I said, I need five dollars.
So, I'm going to write out a couple things on the board.
I want you to turn your pages to Chapter Seven, please.
There.
Page 48.
Now you and your family can eat
for a whole month.
[laughter]
TEACHER: Is there a problem, Tessa?
No, Mr. C. Teach away.
[door buzzer]
[phone beeps]
GEMMA: You've reached Gemma. Don't be boring.
Hey, Gemma, I'm outside your house.
No one can seem to get ahold of you.
If you get this, will you give me a call? OK.
Hey.
Get inside now.
OK.
-What's going on? -Where is she?
I don't know. That's why I'm here.
Cut the crap, Siobhan.
I saw the blood on the walls last night,
the broken vase.
Why don't you just tell me what happened?
Tell me what you did to my wife.
What the hell do you mean, what I did to your wife?
I mean, when you hunted me down yesterday,
and you told me that Gemma was
a threat to your suddenly perfect marriage.
She wants me to lose everything, too.
My family.
We can't let her do that.
And you thought I was talking about hurting her?
No, not in the moment, no, but then I came home
and I saw the blood and the broken vase...
What blood?
It is just us right now, Siobhan,
so please, drop the act.
I was going to call you last night,
but then I realized
there had to be a reason why you didn't call me,
and it hit me.
You didn't want our phone records showing
that we were in contact the night that Gemma
went missing, am I right?
I swear to you,
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I don't know where Gemma is.
And I don't know anything about blood.
Then let me refresh your memory.
There was blood, Siobhan, right here!
And there was blood there!
At least there was until I cleaned it.
-You-you did what? -I cleaned it.
With bleach and a few old rags.
And then I took Gemma's car and I dumped it
in long-term parking at JFK
so that when everyone finally realizes
that Gemma's missing,
maybe, just maybe, the police won't figure out
that this is the place that she was taken from.
Why would you do that?
Because in spite of everything
that you have put me through
over the past few weeks,
my first instinct was to protect you.
Then you made a big mistake.
Because I was with Andrew and Juliet last night.
And I would never hurt Gemma.
Stop, stop lying to me, Siobhan!
Where she is?!
It's funny.
You trying to convince me that
I did something to her
when you clearly look like
the one that's snapped.
You--you're accusing me of hurting her?
I'm not the one cleaning up crime scenes.
No, but you are the one that talked about
killing Gemma and Andrew.
I love you.
I love you, Siobhan.
[moans]
I wish that we could just disappear.
Mmm!
I wish they could just disappear.
Yeah, maybe the stock market will crash
and Andrew will jump out a window,
land on Gemma.
Or...we could take matters into our own hands.
I'm just saying.
We could finally be together.
No more sneaking around.
Oh, my God.
You're serious, aren't you?
Do you want me to be?
[laughs]
God, I'm joking.
You're gullible.
It's a good thing you're so adorable.
You tell me you don't remember.
I don't.
But even if I did, I would never...
Never what?
Huh? Never sleep with your best friend's husband?
Never get knocked up by him and then kick him to the curb?
You tell me, what would a woman like you never do?
Say something to me!
Where is she?
All right, I'm sorry. Sorry.
Come on.
I'm trying to help you, Siobhan.
You know me.
No, I don't.
I don't know you.
And I never did.
[siren wails, indistinct radio transmissions]
JIMMY: Sponsor reported him missing
when he didn't show for an NA meeting a few days ago.
Reached out to you in New York because I thought
he might've joined our old friend Bridget Kelly
on the lam.
Figured maybe he left a trail to her.
But then a couple of unis found his car over there.
MACHADO: And signs of a struggle.
Wherever Malcolm Ward is right now,
I don't think he's with Bridget.
Just last week, I saw his number in the cell phone
of Siobhan Martin, Bridget's sister.
There's a connection?
I don't know yet, but I will.
I still owe her for clocking me.
Bridget Kelly--for this.
Yeah, if I were you, I'd be more worried
about the gun she stole from you.
Yeah, well, either way,
I don't know how it's been going in the Big Apple,
but believe me when I say
no one wants you to find her more than me.
What is it?
I think this is where they waited.
I think they watched for him, and then they took him.
Bodaway Macawi's men.
What if they realized Malcolm Ward
is more than just Bridget's sponsor?
Have your CSU guys check these for DNA,
see what they find.
In the meantime, I think we go see Macawi.
[loud music playing]
[music continues nearby]
Talk.
Come on, Prof.
You tell us where Bridget Kelly is,
and we'll give you what you need.
[straining] Go to hell.
Nothing quite like that smell, huh?
[sizzling]
Nothing quite like that sound.
Bet you can almost taste it.
You were on our best stuff for days.
You took a couple days off.
I'm thinking you're in a whole nother world of hurt.
Maybe tomorrow?
Wait.
I'll tell you...
I'll tell you everything you want to know.
[students chattering]
Don't tell me you burned through that 20 already.
You know, I'm not here for your money, bitch.
OK, I'm here to let you know,
that you made a serious mistake today.
I didn't park in your space, did I?
Oh, no, wait the short buses don't have spaces.
You know what? I have friends here, rich girl,
and you don't.
You sure you want to keep shooting that rich girl mouth off?
The only thing I'm sure of
is that I don't like people hitting me up for money
in the middle of class.
You apologize for that,
and maybe I'll apologize for everything else.
Yeah. Sure.
Here's your apology right here.
[screams]
GIRL: Ohh!
[students clamoring]
[students chanting, "Fight!"]
Hey! Break it up, people.
[students clamoring]
It's over.
Come on.
Take them away.
Come on.
[phone line beeps]
[recording] You've reached Gemma.
Don't be boring.
[muffled screams]
Shh. Stop. Stop it. Stop. Shh. Stop.
The last thing either one of us needs
is for one of your neighbors to call the cops.
Now, listen, I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to talk, OK?
I'm serious.
Promise if I let you go, you won't scream?
Look, I'm sorry.
After you left like you did, I didn't know what to do.
How the hell did you get in here?
I used this.
You gave it to me, when we were still together.
I just...I came in through the back.
I just want to talk.
So you can accuse me of murder again?
No, I believe you. I thought about it,
and you're not going to lie about something like this.
But I also need you to believe me:
I would never hurt Gemma either.
-Then who did? -I don't know.
Maybe she walked in on a burglar.
And the burglar just took her with him?
I don't know.
Do you really think it was me?
She's the mother of my children, Siobhan.
Now, I know that you may not love me anymore,
but please tell me that you still know me.
Tell me that you know I would never hurt her.
You need to call the police.
You need to tell them what you saw
so they can start looking for her.
And how exactly do I explain the fact
that I cleaned up all the blood?
I couldn't look more guilty.
Oh, wait. I could.
I called my attorney yesterday
and told him to pull the trigger on a divorce.
So Gemma is reported missing.
How long until the cops figure out
that I was having an affair?
And how long until they figure out the other woman was you?
You need to go.
Come on. Listen, I need your help, Siobhan.
We're both in this together.
We got to protect ourselves.
We have to figure out what happened.
[elevator bell dings]
I'm sorry. I just...
I need some time to think.
[phone ringing]
[people chattering]
Hey.
-Thank you for meeting me. -It's OK.
Did you bring it?
Yeah.
Am I just putting you in the same predicament I was in?
"E."
This was never really my bag, so to speak.
But just to be safe...
Now, why couldn't I just do that?
It's OK. It's OK.
What's important here is
that you realized you needed help
and you reached out.
And you can wake up in the morning
and you can look her right in the eye
and you can say you have no regrets.
Hey.
Hey!
Are you OK?
You look like you're lost or something.
Sorry.
Um, I just remembered I have to be somewhere.
Thank you again for taking the time.
[phone ringing]
So much for staying out
of each other's phone records, huh?
I believe you.
You didn't hurt Gemma.
But you did cover up the evidence that you found.
I told you
I did it to protect you.
Where did you put the rags?
The Dumpster,
um, behind that new French place on East 23rd. Why?
I'm just trying to make sure that you covered your tracks.
If the police identify you as a suspect,
then it's only a matter of time
before they connect us.
I can't let that happen.
[hip hop playing]
[strained breathing]
Agent Machado.
MACHADO: The name, uh, Malcolm Ward--
does that mean anything to you?
-No. -Sure?
Friend of Bridget Kelly's?
You remember her, right?
You choked one of your dancers to death
in front of her, and then she was supposed to testify
against you in court, but then she got cold feet
and she took off. You don't...
Mr. Ward was reported missing just a few days ago.
And, uh, my colleague, Detective Kemper, and I
were just hoping we could maybe take
a look around, see if he ended up here.
-You got a warrant, chief? -Why?
You got something to hide?
Sorry.
No warrant, no search.
Feel free to stay for the show.
We'll even buy you pales a dance.
[sighs] Look, for the last time,
I did not start the fight.
It was...it was that other girl Tessa.
I'm sorry, Ms. Martin, but that's
not what I'm hearing from the other students.
You do get that today is my first day here, right?
You understand
why I wouldn't have anyone rushing to my defense.
What's that?
Your last school was kind enough
to pass along a file they kept on you
after you enrolled here.
Most people would call this a permanent record.
It reads to me more like a rap sheet.
This is not the first time you've engaged
in a physical altercation, correct?
-No, but-- -And you were expelled
from your last school because you were found
in possession of illegal narcotics.
Yes, but that's-- [intercom beeps]
Yes, Miss Lasky.
-Mr. Martin's here to see you. -Send him in.
ANDREW: Thank you.
Daddy, th--they're saying I started a fight,
but you know I--
Mr. Martin, I thought perhaps you and I
should speak in private.
What? No! No! I want to tell my dad
-what really happened. -Juliet.
You heard what the principal said.
Wait for me outside.
Oh, my God.
You don't believe me either.
[indistinct shouting in distance]
WOMAN: NYPD tip line.
I read that these calls are anonymous.
Is that true?
In that case, I'd like to report someone missing.
Gemma Butler.
I think she was the victim of foul play.
And I can tell you where to find the evidence to prove it.
Taxi!
OK, so how much was it?
[sighs]
Henry Butler?
Yes.
I'm Detective Saldana. This is Detective Towers.
We were wondering if your wife
was available to speak with us.
Um, no, she isn't.
She's actually... she's been out all day.
Is there something wrong?
Well, would you mind
if we just came in for a minute?
We have a few questions we'd like to ask you.
Yeah, of course.
I don't know. Um...
I was asleep when Gemma came home last night.
And then she was gone by the time I woke up.
And are you aware that she didn't show up
at her place of business today?
Well, she's an architect,
so she works a lot on-site.
Heh. Uh...
Detective, I'm confused.
Are you...are you under the impression
that something's happened to my wife?
We received an anonymous tip about her a little while ago.
The woman who called seemed to think
something happened to her.
-What? -Mr. Butler,
you wouldn't happen to know anything
about a bag full of rags we recovered from a Dumpster
behind a restaurant on East 23rd, would you?
Mr. Butler?
No.
I'm sorry.
I have no idea
what you guys are talking about.
SALDANA: Would you mind if we continued this
back at the precinct?
I've got some photographs I'd like you to look at.
[phone ringing]
Hello.
CHARLIE: Hey. Just checking in.
You left that cafe in a hurry.
Uh, yeah. Sorry about that.
I really appreciate
you taking the time to meet me.
Anytime.
Hey, if that offer's still good,
I'd like to take you up on it.
I want you to be my new sponsor.
All right. Well, just one condition--
it's got to be a regular thing.
Not just when you think you need help.
My schedule's been a bit unpredictable.
May I get back to you on that?
I don't know.
Can I trust you not to go back to that cafe,
dig through the garbage, and look for those drugs?
Yeah, you can.
Those are relics of my old life.
Today's about protecting my new one.
You're going to want to get that to go.
Just got off the phone with my forensic guy.
Turns out there was DNA on those cigarette butts
you found this morning.
CSU ran it through the system, and they got a hit.
Daniel Eknath.
Is that name supposed to mean something?
No, but the face will.
I'd say that's grounds for a warrant. Wouldn't you?
One of Bodaway's thugs.
Hey.
Loyal patrons of Club Caged, I hold in my hand
a warrant to search the premises.
If you don't want to risk being caught up
in a federal investigation,
I strongly suggest you take your leave now.
-Kill the music. -Get your tips later, honey.
-Let's go. -Take it easy.
Drive safe.
What the hell you think you're doing here?
MACHADO: You asked for a warrant.
Here it is. Spelled your name right and everything.
Where does this door lead?
Basement.
Strip club with a basement.
Oh, will wonders never cease?
Would you open it, please?
I lost the key.
Oh, that's OK. I brought mine.
Just try to get that done tonight, OK?
Juliet.
You OK?
Never better. I love it here.
Think I may even try out
for the cheerleading squad.
Well, for what it's worth...
I know what it's like to be the new kid.
My dad was in the military.
And whenever he got restationed,
well, I did, too.
I lived in seven different towns
between grades one and 12.
He ever call you a liar?
Not that I can recall.
Then you're one up on me.
Tessa said I started the fight.
The principal believed her.
So did my dad.
I thought I could take advantage
of a "fresh start."
But I guess I was just kidding myself.
[sniffles]
Principal Caruso. I think there's been some sort
of mistake made with regard to Ms. Martin here.
-I beg your pardon? -Well, she was just
explaining to me she's being reprimanded
for the fight that broke out in the hallway this afternoon.
But the truth is, she's not the one who started it.
Tessa Banner did.
-You know this for a fact? -I was there.
I saw the whole thing.
I'd say you
owe my daughter an apology.
Wouldn't you?
[indistinct chatter]
Know what's funny?
I would've sworn
I saw you come out of your classroom
after Tessa and I
had already started fighting.
You didn't really see who started it, did you?
No. This is the second time in two years
I've had the pleasure of Tessa Banner in my classroom.
I know exactly what kind of student she is.
But you?
Everyone deserves a fresh start.
Thanks.
Can you identify any of these items, sir?
No. No, I can't.
I'm sorry. I'm confused.
An anonymous woman calls you
and tells you where to find these things
and says that they are connected to my wife somehow,
and you believe her?
We--we don't even know that Gemma is missing.
All we know, Mr. Butler, is that her car is gone
and no one's been able to reach her
since 8:00 this morning.
Don't you have to be missing for, like, 24 hours
before you're even considered missing?
TOWERS: Well, now I'm confused, Mr. Butler.
Do you want us to find your wife
or don't you?
Of course I do.
I just--can you blame me
for not wanting to believe any of this?
For hoping that this is some sort of terrible mistake?
Detective.
Mr. Butler, will you excuse us for a moment?
MAN: Get him in a lineup in the next 5-10.
-OK. Thanks. -Mr. Butler.
[sniffles]
We don't have any more questions for you today.
But we appreciate you taking the time to talk with us.
I don't understand.
I thought you said we were going to be a while.
I hope you'll call if you hear from your wife.
And if we hear anything
on this end, we'll let you know.
Are you saying, um, are you saying I can go?
If we think of any other questions,
we'll let you know.
[indistinct radio transmissions]
So, we didn't find Malcolm Ward.
But at least we ruined a slimeball's day.
[cell phone ringing]
-Agent Machado. -Hey.
This is Detective Elizabeth Saldana, NYPD.
I caught a potential missing persons case today
and found some fingerprints
that might be of interest to you.
How do you figure?
We ran them through the system,
and were able to match them.
Perp's file had your contact info in it.
I'm assuming the name Bridget Kelly rings a bell?
[elevator bell dings]
You OK?
I think you may want to sit down.
It's Gemma.
It appears something may have happened to her.
I just got off the phone with Henry.
I don't have all the details,
but it seems that
no one's seen or heard from her
since she called me last night.
I know you thought she was taking time,
but Henry says the police have reason to believe
she was a victim of foul play.
I don't understand. Are you saying...
The only thing that's certain at the moment
is that she's missing.
I'm sorry.
I knew that something was wrong.
I just knew it.
Olivia's expecting me on a teleconference
with Tokyo in 20 minutes.
I'm gonna call her and ask her to reschedule.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello.
Agent Machado, Mrs. Martin.
Uh, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour,
but I just heard the news about Gemma Butler,
and I just, uh, I wanted to offer my sympathies.
I know how--how close the two of you are.
Thank you.
Can you think of any reason
why your sister would want to hurt Gemma?
Why in the world would you ask me that?
We found some fingerprints that implicate Bridget
in Gemma's disappearance.
I'm out of town right now, Mrs. Martin,
but, um, I'm coming back to New York in the morning.
I'm sure I'll see you real soon.
[phone beeps]
WOMAN: ♪ It's been a while ♪
♪ Since he felt this way inside ♪
♪ But there's something on my mind ♪
♪ Like a secret I can't hide ♪
♪ From anyone ♪
♪ I'm feeling all the love ♪
♪ I never got ♪
♪ Searching for the time that I have lost ♪
♪ I'm doing this for no good reason ♪
♪ Good reason ♪
♪ No good reason ♪
♪ I want to feel you hold me in your arms ♪
♪ You don't have to run away so far ♪
♪ I'm doing this for no good reason ♪
♪ Good reason ♪
♪ No good reason ♪
♪ So I'll wait ♪
♪ Wait out the waves ♪
♪ Feel them crashing on my face ♪
♪ When I'm coming up for air ♪
♪ I want you there ♪
♪ I'm feeling all the love I never got... ♪
[cell phone ringing]
♪ ...the time that I have lost ♪
♪ Doing this for no good reason... ♪
Hello.
MAN: The Gemma problem has been taken care of.
Still there?
Yeah. Sorry.
I didn't want it to have to come to this.
♪ ...But there's something on my mind ♪
♪ Like a secret I can't hide ♪