Ringer

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.

Siobhan... I didn't tell you the whole truth about Tyler Barrett.

It was an accident.

It's gonna be over soon.

We have the flash drive.

What?

I gave it to Tim Arbogast. Why would you do that?

We got a tip linking you to the crime.

Your father-in-law's the one who turned you in.

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.

Bodaway and his crew, they're going to be a threat

to you and your family

until they see your sister dead.

Get down!

You're going to tell me everything you know.

Who's after you?

Yeah?

Machado: Hello?

Andrew: Things with Catherine couldn't have gone any better.

We recovered every cent she stole.

And I rather enjoyed the look on her face

when she realized she was screwed.

Andrew: Where are you?

Don't panic.

It happened again.

Someone shot at me.

Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

Bridget: I'm fine.

I'm at the police station on Greene.

But Andrew, whoever's doing this...

They're not after Bridget.

They're after me.

What?

Look, uh, I'm coming for you. You stay put.

And Siobhan?

I love you.

Bridget: Me, too.

What the hell are you doing here?

I had to see Juliet.

I think I made myself very clear.

I don't want you anywhere near her.

I have to tell her that I am sorry for what I've done.

For all of it.

Catherine, this is...

Oh, God.

What did you do?

I just want to die.

Ah... Catherine!

Hello, angel.

If this is too much, we can go.

And of all the crap you've pulled, this has to be the lamest.

Pretending to kill yourself so we'll feel sorry for you?

That's pathetic.

Please, angel.

You have to forgive me.

Forgive you?

No way.

I'm not getting sucked in again.

Juliet...

You know I'm right.

Mr. Martin?

I'm Catherine's psychiatrist, Dr. Rao.

May I speak with you in private?

Why don't you go get yourself a snack?

I have a few questions for you

about Catherine's medical history.

Has Catherine ever done anything like this before?

Once.

Her doctors referred to it as...

"Parasuicide," I think?

That she never actually intended to kill herself.

It's not unusual for that to precede a more serious attempt.

Are you saying this time was different?

Unfortunately, there was nothing tentative

about the cuts Catherine made.

If you hadn't found her when you did,

she would have bled out.

I've been treating Catherine since she was admitted.

She'll be held here for two more days

under mandatory supervision.

Mm-hmm.

But after that, we have some difficult decisions to make.

What kind of... Difficult decisions?

We could commit her to a longer stay at Bellevue.

Or we could try to work out some kind of

a supervised living situation.

But releasing Catherine on her own...

Right now, that's not an option.

This is the fourth time that you have dragged me in here.

Yes, I was at the Soho diamond

the day Tyler Barrett was killed.

But I was there to write.

So, unless you have anything new to ask me,

I'd like to go home to my kids.

It's your lucky day, Mr. Butler.

It turns out new evidence has come to light.

Well, um... Thank you so much

have a good day.

We have a witness that puts you in Tyler Barrett's room

just before his death.

Thank you.

I really appreciate you meeting me.

The police won't tell me anything,

just that they ID(d the shooter.

Rex Barton.

He's a "family man" from Jersey.

The bullets we recovered from his gun

also matched the one they removed from your husband.

And based on his record,

the police believe Barton was a professional hit man.

Which makes the question... Who hired Barton?

What about that phone call? I mean, did that lead anywhere?

No, it was a dead end.

Came from a disposable cell, bought with cash.

Mrs. Martin, do you have any idea who might want you dead?

Has the investigation into Olivia Charles

turned up anything?

"Investigation"?

As far as I know, she's considered a missing person.

You say missing...

I say she might be behind it.

You want to tell me why?

Is this about Martin/Charles?

Do you know what Olivia was trying to hide?

I wish I did.

Look, if you really think Olivia's involved,

you should call to the police.

I'm talking to you.

I'm still on suspension from the FBI.

And even if I weren't, I'm here to investigate Bodaway Macawi.

Your case is a separate matter.

You asked me last week if I trusted you.

I said that I did, and I meant it.

No one has done more to protect Bridget than you.

Now, on top of it, you've saved my life?

If anyone can help me, it's you.

I mean, come on, I know you must want answers, too.

I have a buddy at the bureau that I can check with.

Get an update on the case.

But after that, Mrs. Martin...

No promises.

Thank you.

Hey, boys?

Your daddy's home!

Dash?

Becks!

Henry. Hey.

I'm really glad you were able to post bail.

Yeah, well, I had to put the brownstone

up for collateral, but...

Hi.

Why is it so quiet in here?

Did Annafried take the boys out?

I don't know how to tell you this, I...

I went out earlier to get some things,

but when I came back, Annafried was outside.

She was begging them not to take the boys.

But they wouldn't listen...

Siobhan, what are you talking about?

Who took my boys?

Children's services.

What?

So this Barton guy shot me at the loft

and then came after you again?

Look, I know we talked about Olivia being involved,

but she got away, and with plenty of money.

This is quite a distance to go for revenge.

Maybe it's not Olivia.

I don't even know what to think anymore.

Machado's going to look into it.

Hey, you.

If you're busy, I can come back.

No. Come on, what's up?

I can't stop thinking about mom.

And I heard what the doctor said...

That she really meant to kill herself.

Daddy, is this our fault?

I mean, if we hadn't tricked her...

This is not your fault.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Do you think she's, like, actually crazy?

I don't know how to answer that, sweetheart.

But I do know that she needs help.

And we have to trust the doctors.

Okay.

Juliet, do you want me to come with you?

And what, tuck me in?

I got it.