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 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.
Siobhan, I didn't tell you the whole truth about Tyler Barrett.
It was an accident.
Remember when dad took away my trust fund?
My mom came up with a plan
that she said would change our lives.
The first step was finding two willing participants:
Tessa banner and Mr. Carpenter.
I believe Daniel Eknath shot you, Mr. Martin.
You didn't know that Bridget Kelly had a twin sister.
And if Bodaway Macawi believes you're Bridget,
you can bet he'll come after you again.
Detective: It was an accident, right?
Things got out of control.
You never meant to kill anyone.
I didn't do it.
Yeah?
If you didn't, who did?
(Gunshot)
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{pub}Either of you recognize those tarot cards?
Bridget: I'm sorry, it doesn't mean anything to us.
The man who shot you was carrying this.
(Gasps) (Two gunshots)
He jumped in front of the bullet.
Machado: Eknath, police!
(Grunts)
We traced it back to a dry cleaners
that's got ties to organized crime.
They claimed they used these things as, uh,
some kind of promotion, but yeah, they're up to something.
Some form of money laundering,
uh, maybe a dead drop, using the card.
But how does Bodaway's henchman fit in?
Daniel Eknath? Uh, I don't know yet.
We, um... we located Eknath's van
a few blocks from where his body was discovered.
(Indistinct chatter)
Machado: Daniel Eknath was one of
Bodaway Macawi's lieutenants.
We found a log book inside.
He'd been watching Malcolm Ward.
He had the address of Malcolm's hotel, and of Martin/Charles...
And of this apartment.
I think he must've followed Malcolm here,
saw him with you,
and that's when he mistook you for Bridget.
I wish I could tell you you're out of harm's way
now that Eknath's dead, but...
He could've reported back to Bodaway that he found Malcolm,
and that he thought he found Bridget.
Believe me, I'm doing everything in my power to keep you both safe.
And that's supposed to reassure us, is it?
Was everything in your power enough to keep Malcolm safe?
Andrew. No, let's face it.
After you convinced Malcolm to testify, he disappeared.
Or worse, I've been shot.
My wife was nearly killed.
How many more people are going to be hurt
because of your incompetence?
I've arranged for NYPD to put a couple men
outside your apartment and at Andrew's office.
I'll be in touch.
Andrew... Andrew...
Come on, it's... It's not his fault.
The person that attacked me six months ago
couldn't have been Eknath.
He wasn't even in town yet.
Unless Machado's wrong about that, too.
This isn't about me.
It's about my sister and the mess that she made.
If you want to blame anyone,
you blame Bridget.
Hey, uh, I'm not sure why you're not answering my calls,
but it's very important that we speak.
So, please, Tim, call me back.
No luck getting through to Arbogast?
Hm-mm.
What about when Bev dropped the boys off?
Did she say anything,
give you any reason he's avoiding you?
No.
(Sighs) Henry, we need to get that flash drive.
It's the only proof we have that
Martin/Charles is running a Ponzi scheme.
I know. What about the boys?
You can call Arbogast, tell him,
they miss him and they want to see him.
I am not using my kids as bait.
Okay, I... I get it. I'm sorry.
Siobhan...
What if we don't get it back?
I mean, your whole plan has hinged
on one thing: Your belief
that Andrew wanted you dead.
You let your sister take the hit,
so Andrew would go to jail for her murder.
But Andrew just took a bullet for a woman he thought was you.
So, crazy as it sounds,
Bridget and Andrew's marriage, it's working.
Now, either Andrew, he never put out that hit in the first place
or he's changed his mind.
And if he changed his mind, what is our plan?
Are we just going to keep waiting and scheming,
banking on an increasingly dim chance
that Bridget pisses off Andrew enough
for him to try and kill her again?
What exactly are you getting at?
We let Arbogast have the flash drive.
We let him blow the whistle on Martin/Charles.
Andrew will not go to jail for murder.
But look at Bernie Madoff.
Andrew can still serve life,
and you can still reclaim your identity
once he's put away.
(Sighs)
What, what is holding you back?
You asked me how I've been paying for everything.
When I was in Paris,
Tyler Barrett helped me set up some dummy accounts
at Martin/Charles.
I've been using those to siphon funds from the company.
This isn't about the money anymore.
This is about a life
that we can finally start living together.
So, whatever you have, it'll have to be enough.
I will make sure that Arbogast blows the whistle.
And then, we can start putting all this behind us.
Look, I know that this is not your perfect revenge.
Bridget won't die.
And I know, I know what she did to you,
to us.
And I know how hard it is to let go.
But if we are going to try to build a life together...
We have to try.
Andrew: Byron, these rumors of instability
are completely unfounded.
Olivia had been looking to leave for some time now.
We'd been planning her exit for months.
Yes, she was an asset,
but her absence has had zero impact
on the service we provide.
If anything, it's given us a great opportunity
to get some fresh blood at the fund.
Of course, if you have any more questions,
don't hesitate to call.
Thanks, Byron.
More investor calls?
Word's out about Olivia's departure
and my little accident.
Daddy, don't be so welsh.
You can say "I got shot." It'll give you street cred.
(Phone rings)
And another. I'll see you in the car?
Yeah.
See you guys later. Love you. Saquine?
What time are you meeting Catherine?
4:30, but you know her, she'll probably be late.
Juliet, I really don't like the idea
of you being in the same room with her
after everything that she's put you through.
Okay, I know, but I'm doing this for daddy.
The thing about seeing him with a hole in his chest?
It kind of makes me want to be the perfect daughter right now.
But it's not too late. We can talk to your dad.
That conversation is the last thing he needs right now.
(Elevator bell dings) (Sighs)
(Line ringing)
Police dispatcher: Rock Springs police department.
How may I help you?
Yes, Detective Jimmy Kemper, please.
I'm sorry, Detective Kemper is no longer with this department.
So where is he?
They wouldn't tell me.
So, I went online and I did some research.
Jimmy Kemper's in prison for the murders
of Mary Curtis and Shaylene Briggs.
Maybe he was framed.
That's what I thought at first, but he confessed.
I know he didn't kill Shaylene
because I was there.
I saw Bodaway do it.
Jimmy's the one who convinced me that it wasn't safe to testify.
You're not safe.
I'm calling Machado.
Don't. Half the bureau's on Bodaway's payroll.
If you testify against him tomorrow, you're dead.
We can't trust the feds.
When I signed on to protect you, I did my research.
Machado's a good cop.
A bit obsessed with Bodaway, but
he's not dirty.
So you think I trusted the wrong guy?
Andrew told me everything that's happened is Machado's fault,
(wry chuckle) But it's mine.
And if I would have just stayed and testified
like I was suppose to, none of this would have happened.
Gemma would be alive, Andrew wouldn't have been shot,
and Malcolm...
We didn't call Jimmy Kemper out of curiosity.
What's this about, Bridget?
I can't just sit back and watch anymore.
I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago.
I'm going to testify.
{pub}Solicitation and possession with intent.
How many, how many years you facing again?
You're FBI, right?
You have bigger fish to fry?
Oh, no, no-no. Don't play dumb with me, miss Kelly.
I-I know you were there that night.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Club caged.
The night of Shaylene Briggs' murder.
Bodaway Macawi had a little party,
and I have it on very good authority
that you were in attendance.
You saw something, right, that night, that made you flee?
Hey, hey.
It's understandable, okay?
Bodaway's a very scary man.
You ran, right, as far as what
little money you had could take you?
No? You stalled out here at the Nevada border?
Bridget?
And you needed money, right, and some way to eat?
Some way to score? That's where the solicitation charge...
Spare me the recap.
I want my lawyer.
A lawyer you can afford
is not going to help you avoid jail time.
Come on, just...
(Sighs)
Just tell me what happened.
If you have what I need to put Bodaway in jail...
And I have a strong feeling you do... I will.
Maybe I'm safer behind bars.
Well, I hate to burst your bubble,
but Macawi's got people
on the inside; The only safe place for you, Bridget,
is Witness Protection, after you testify.
(Sniffles) And it's a whole new life.
And if you'll pardon me,
you look like you could use one.
If you're not going to do it for yourself, then...
Then why don't you do it for... for Shaylene.
She... she was your friend, right?
From what I understand, you know,
she looked out for you.
I mean, the way I see it, it's time to repay the favor.
If you keep me safe...
And put that monster away,
I'll testify.
I'll do it; I'll testify.
I made a promise that I can't ignore anymore.
I'm sorry.
It's just that I feel a certain responsibility for your safety,
and I don't know how to help you with this.
That's okay.
I think I know someone who can.
(Phone vibrating)
(Phone beeps)
(Entrance bells jingling)
(Camera shutter clicking)
(Door opens, entrance bells jingling)
(Passing car horn honking)
(Car door closes)
Hey, buddy.
Hey, how you doing?
Mind if I take a look at that suit?
I think it's probably
a little out of your price range, officer.
You happy now?
Can I go?
Anything you want to tell me?
No?
Wow. Mind explaining this?
I-I know this place is connected, okay?
Th-the tarot cards are, what...?
They're, like, markers, right?
Like a claim check for something?
You're gonna tell me everything
- you know about this place. - I don't have to talk to you.
If you want to get your hands on that money again, you do.
(Man grunting)
(Panting)
You know, I've been following this case too long,
with too little to show for it,
to let a smug-faced punk like you get in my way.
You're going to tell me everything you know about that place,
and you're going to tell me now.
What do you know about the owner, huh, Remy Osterman?
What do you know about him? (Spits)
(Groaning)
Huh?
How about Bodaway Macawi, huh?
(Grunts)
(Groaning) Yeah?
(Grunting)
Bystander: He jacked him up, man. Jacked him up.
He worked that guy over.
Check this out.
Somebody call the police.
Bystander: Somebody call an ambulance.
(Cell phone cameras snapping)
(Elevator bell dings)
Aw, my angel.
Mmm...
You've come back to me.
No, I didn't come here to make up.
Dad said I had to.
He said after running away from you,
I owed you an "in-person apology."
Besides, I want something.
(Closes door)
Okay. Look, daddy's struggling at work.
I mean, really, really struggling.
Investors are freaking since Olivia split.
He's having money problems
just trying to keep the company afloat.
First he sold the loft, and now I guess
he's even selling the house in palm Springs.
Oh, who cares?
Palm Springs is for gays and old people.
Mom, we spent, like, every winter of my childhood there,
and I really love that place.
Oh, honey, I know it has its charm,
but your father is setting himself up for disappointment
if he thinks selling that property in this market
- is going to be enough to prop him up. - Apparently,
it must be worth something.
He's already got a buyer sniffing around.
I snooped on daddy's computer,
and I found an email inquiring about the land.
It was some guy named... Tobias Schecht or something.
Schecht?
Yeah. Do you know him?
No. It's just an interesting name.
Anyways, I deleted the email before daddy could read it.
Daddy shouldn't have to give up anything else
because of what we've done.
(Sighs)
And... I want you to buy the property.
That way, the house can stay in the family.
Oh, Juliet, really...
I know you can afford it.
You have my money, Tessa's money,
and if I had to guess,
you probably managed to get your hands on Mr. C's cut, too.
Well, how would I explain
having that kind of money to buy that property?
Come up with a lie.
You're really good at that.
Hey, Tim.
Tim, I've been calling you.
And I've been avoiding you.
Listen, can...
Can you please just talk?
First you get me to invest in Martin/Charles,
then you imply there's something fishy going on.
- I don't like being jerked around, Henry. - I know,
and I'm sorry, I had no idea
that there was anything wrong with the fund
when I convinced you to invest.
Like an idiot, I thought I was doing you a favor.
That's why as soon as I got wind
that something shady was going on,
I brought you the proof.
I've been studying the contents of this drive,
comparing this data with Martin/Charles' public reporting.
The fund's a scam.
How did you get your hands on this?
I overheard Andrew and Olivia talking...
And when Andrew left me alone in his office,
I went on his computer and I copied some files,
because I had a feeling
that you would know what to do with it, Tim.
Well, you did the right thing.
You realize, once this fund is exposed,
its investors are going to lose everything they put into it.
Me included.
You know me, Henry.
I hate to lose money.
Hey, Tim.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry, son.
I'll do what's best.
I-I couldn't let him slip away
without getting something solid.
Look, I-I-I've never lost it like that before.
Yeah, Vic, way I see it?
This wasn't an isolated incident.
- Oh, come on. - In fact, I'd call it a pattern.
Jimmy Kemper?
That little jailhouse rough-up you had arranged?
What?
Didn't think I'd figure out that was you?
The regional director knows all about it, too.
She's the one who suggested I rush out here after you had your little
- "photo op" in front of the dry cleaners. - Go ahead
and reassign me, Torrance, all right? Just don't drop the ball on this.
I know Eknath is connected to finer dry cleaners,
- which means Bodaway's connected to them. - No.
No, it doesn't.
Eknath hasn't communicated
with Bodaway in months.
We had a wire on his phone.
Thought we finally had a way into Bodaway's organization,
but Bodaway cut Eknath loose
after Eknath let Malcolm Ward escape.
So whatever he was doing here in New York...
He wasn't here on Bodaway's orders.
How long have you been sitting on this information?
I haven't been "sitting"" on anything, Vic. Maybe you'd be in the loop
if you'd been back in Wyoming doing your job,
instead of out here chasing another phantom witness!
If Eknath was cut loose, it doesn't mean he was trying...
It doesn't matter; It's over.
It's over and it does matter!
It is over!
Over.
Hand over your badge and your gun.
{pub}Tobias Schecht?
Yes.
I'm Catherine Martin.
Andrew got tied up at work.
He sends his regrets.
Well, I-I was surprised to get such a speedy response to my inquiry.
Or such a personal one.
Oh, that is just the way my husband and I do business, Toby.
May I call you Toby?
Yes.
As you know, I am interested
in your property in palm Springs.
So, tell me Toby, what is your interest in the land?
Well, I've always wanted to build a vacation retreat,
but most of the lots in palm Springs are too close to town,
or, quite frankly, too small.
You don't have to tell me.
Certainly the house would have to be rebuilt from scratch,
but in terms of sheer acreage,
it can't be beat.
And there is something about the desert,
don't you think?
Let's cut the crap, Toby.
Excuse me?
I know who you are.
Tobias Schecht of Schecht green strategies.
And you honestly expect me to believe
that a big-time green energy investor
is sniffing around desert property
to buy a mid-century modern?
I think that you're less interested in our land
than in the massive quantities of energy-rich wind
passing through it.
You get your hands on our land,
you stand to make a lot of money.
It's nothing to be embarrassed about.
I find wind turbines very sexy.
Well, you've got me, Mrs. Martin...
But that doesn't change the fact that I still want your land.
The question is:
Can we arrive at a mutually satisfying figure?
We can try.
(Pop music playing)
♪ I don't expect you to confess... ♪
Thanks for meeting with me, agent Machado.
Why don't you call me "Vic" instead?
Apparently, your husband is not the only one
who's not happy with the way I do my job.
I got suspended today.
I'm genuinely sorry to hear that.
Your protective detail was pulled.
Apparently, Eknath was no longer working for Bodaway,
so my boss decided that you and your family were safe.
But you disagree?
Bodaway threw Eknath out of his organization.
What if Eknath was trying to kill Malcolm
or your sister as a way to get back in his good graces?
What if Eknath had an accomplice?
They mistook you for Bridget once.
I mean, there's no guarantee it couldn't happen again.
That's actually why I called you.
What if we could use that to our advantage?
Let me testify against Bodaway.
As my sister.
Think about it.
She told you everything that she saw.
You've been over her testimony.
You tell me what to say, and I will say it.
Mrs. Martin, that's, uh, illegal. (Chuckles)
In fact, they'd have to invent a whole new class of perjury
to describe what this is.
But where is this coming from?
Bodaway's ruined too many people.
My sister may not have been willing to testify, but... I am.
But you'd be the one in Bodaway's crosshairs,
not your sister.
I...
I don't know if I can risk having
any more blood on my hands.
My sister talked to me about you
before she ran.
She wondered why you were so driven to catch Bodaway.
It started out just like any other case,
but, um...
... That changed when he-he murdered an informant of mine.
Her name was Shaylene.
Bridget: Guess who Bodaway asked for a private dance?
Rico the bouncer.
That's cute, shay.
I just keep thinking if I get in good with the boss,
I could actually get a decent shift around here.
Bridget, he's dangerous okay?
I don't want you too close if he gets...
If what?
Bridget, listen.
Just... be careful around him, okay?
Okay.
So, you coming home tonight or is this another night spent
with Mr. Wonderful?
You know, if he's so great,
when do I get to actually to meet him?
No, I'm not jinxing this one by talking about it.
But if things go the way we want them to,
I shouldn't have to keep him a secret much longer.
You were in love with her?
It's written all over your face.
I promised Shaylene that I would keep her safe,
and I failed.
No, you didn't.
Yeah, I think I'm finally getting the message.
Punishing Bodaway is not as important
as keeping innocent people safe, so I'm sorry.
I used all the buzzwords: "Growth potential,"
"structural optimization."
Let them infer that
the company will only do better without Olivia.
Look, can we finish this in the morning?
Thanks.
Rough day?
An understatement.
You have been through so much lately:
The shooting,
money troubles.
I've been trying to think of ways to help.
The palm Springs property... Juliet told me
that you're putting it on the market,
and I would like to buy it.
Direct sale. It'd save you the time and expense
of going through an agent,
and this way, you can keep it in the family.
Tell me, what takes you from pleading poverty
a few months ago to making a play for real estate?
You remember Aunt Miriam?
Her estate finally cleared,
and she left me everything.
It should be more than enough to buy the land outright.
How much are you willing to pay?
$3 million.
Does that help you?
Nice try.
The land's worth three times that, at least.
Not to mention, we both know
you've never done an altruistic thing in your life.
(Sighs)
(Chuckles)
Okay, Andrew, you got me.
I deliberately lowballed you.
I wouldn't have expected anything less.
I thought that you and Siobhan were teetotaling?
Well, today's an exception.
Hmm.
Would you make an exception for me?
You were right,
I did have ulterior motives,
but this time they were pure.
Catherine, you are many things,
but pure?
Well, by my standards.
Juliet just loves that house so much,
I thought I could spare her from having to give it up.
I am with you
that the house is a pit,
but the way that she spoke about it today,
you know, I guess we never realized
that it means so much to her.
We did have some pretty good times in that place.
Mm.
Do you remember the spider?
Mm, you mean the tarantula?
Right. That thing must have been, what? Like, six inches.
I was jumping up and down,
Juliet was pulling her hair out, and you...
I got it out of the house, didn't I?
Oh, after chasing it around the bathroom for six hours!
(Both laugh)
Oh...
(Sighs)
But you did get it out.
Our hero.
You always were our hero.
And then after,
to repay you... remember?
Catherine...
Is that a no?
It's a no to the kiss.
But you make me a fair offer,
I'll sell you the land.
Well, I guess I'll, uh... Leave you to your whiskey.
I appreciate your time, Vic.
What, what, what if there's another way
to keep you and your family safe?
Do you trust me?
Excuse me?
I know I haven't exactly earned it.
I just need to know.
Yeah, I do trust you.
Okay.
Well, Bodaway and his crew, they're gonna be a threat to you
and your family until they see your sister dead.
So let's beat them to the punch.
Let's kill Bridget.
{pub}Kill... Bridget?
We dress you up to look like her.
We shoot video of your "dead body."
We make it look like Bridget was killed
in some drug deal gone bad
in a flophouse or something.
We leak that footage,
and the word gets around that she's dead.
No one's gonna take the time to search
for the body of a fugitive drug addict.
Nobody ****, No one's even gonna bat an eye.
You want to keep your family safe from Bodaway...
For good?
(Objects clattering)
Bridget: Hello?
Juliet?
Bridget.
Siobhan?
Wh...
How is this possible?
I keep asking myself...
How did you do it?
Back in Tahoe, you destroyed everything you touched:
Your life...
My life!
But somehow, when you became me,
you made it work.
Andrew loves you.
What do you have that I don't?!
(Scoffs)
But Henry's right.
I need to move on.
I need to forgive you.
(Gasps)
But I can't.
(Gasps)
(Gunshot)
You're my lawyer, not my friend. I don't want your advice.
Yes, $10 million is a high price to pay,
but it's a steal compared to what I'm gonna get back for it.
Okay, look, just tell me.
Did you wire Andrew the money or not?
Good.
Look, I gotta go.
I'm meeting Schecht to close on the sale.
Hello.
Hi.
Andrew...
Darling, what are young here?
Beating you at your own game... Darling.
Toby, thank you so much.
I couldn't have done this without you.
Well, I owed you one, buddy.
And besides... it was fun.
What have you done?
Juliet told me everything.
Daddy?
Juliet.
Siobhan gave me a deadline.
She said either I tell you tonight or...
She'd tell you herself.
How you planned the fake rape with Carpenter,
how you manipulated me into
leading the charge again him,
all so I'd have to settle and pay up when the case fell apart.
I'm so sorry.
Please, just, can you just say something?
I mean, anything, please.
Juliet, I'm sorry, I just need a moment.
You fleeced me.
But the really twisted thing...
You almost tore me and Juliet apart.
Daddy... I know you have every reason
to blame me for what happened, bu, I...
Rest assured, when I set your punishment,
it's going to make your last grounding feel like a holiday.
I'm very disappointed in you, Juliet.
But there was one thing left to unite us...
How sick of you we are.
We all had our part to play in getting my money back from you.
It was a real family effort.
By the way, the land's worth
quite a bit less than what you paid.
But who knows?
The palm spring real estate market turns around,
you could recoup your losses in a couple of...
Decades.
You bastard.
And the last I checked...
Courts don't look too fondly on parents
who use their daughters to commit fraud.
Your days as a mother, they're over.
You so much as come within a city block of Juliet,
I'll have your parental rights stripped so fast
your head will spin.
Have a nice life, Catherine.
(Pounding on door)
Good morning, Mr. Butler.
Detective towers.
What are you doing here?
We'd like you to come with us to the precinct.
We have some questions to ask you.
About what?
The murder of Tyler Barrett.
(Electricity crackling)
You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd swear you were Bridget.
You'd think we were twins.
So I might have you lying on this.
I know, Mrs. Martin, not exactly what you're used to.
Oh, and I almost forgot the fun part.
Fake blood.
Mm. The fun part.
(Phone ringing)
Hey, Solomon.
Just checking in,
wondering if you're still planning to testify.
No, actually, I've decided on a different plan.
But I think this one is gonna keep me safe.
{pub}You ready?
Yeah, just a second.
, why don't you just go ahead and lie on that,
face that way.
I think this battery's dead.
Gonna go change it out.
Just make yourself comfortable.
Sniper (Whispers): Damn it.
I didn't do it. Yeah?
If didn't, who did?
We got a tip linking you to the crime.
Once we started looking, we found surveillance footage
at puts you at the scene.
You have more questions, you can ask my lawyer.
You ever heard of Hubble & Meyer?
They're a top-flight firm, Mr. Butler.
But can you afford them?
Meyer's a good friend of my father-in-law's.
Well, then you might want to put a call in
to the public defender.
You father-in-law's the one who turned you in.
(Phone ringing)
Yeah.
What? No, no, no, that can't be right.
You sure?
Yeah, okay.
All right. Thanks.
As the coroner.
He said uh, Eknath died exactly two weeks ago.
That's a few days before Andrew was shot.
So if Eknath didn't shoot Andrew, then...
Somebody else wanted you dead.
Get down!
♪ ♪
(Gunshot, sniper grunts)
Siobhan...
(Gasping)
I didn't know what else to do.
Oh, my God...
You've seen him before.
Hello, Siobhan.
Stay with your damn phone!
Mrs. Martin, who is he?
I don't know.
He tried to kill me a few months ago.
Kill you, not Bridget.
You're gonna tell me everything you know.
Who's after you, who wants you dead.
(Phone buzzing)
Think someone's checking to see if the job's done?
(Phone continues buzzing)
Yeah.
Hello.
Hello?
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