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.

I know. Jimmy's got my back.

I thought I'd be safe. Turns out, I was wrong.

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 want this marriage to work.

Her lover.

Your wife knows about us.

Her best friend.

How long have you been pretending to be her?

The only person I could trust.

This is my friend Malcolm.

You did the right thing coming here.

Come on in.

My best friend is missing.

Her name is Gemma Butler.

And everyone still thinks Bridget is me?

Don't worry, Siobhan.

The Gemma problem has been taken care of.

Gemma never had a chance to tell anybody.

Mmm.

So define "real" vacation.

Hmm.

Well, after everything

you've been through these past couple of weeks,

I'd say you've earned someplace warm.

For me, a little bit of golfing, for you,

I'd assume world-class beaches are non-negotiable.

I've got it.

Oh, you do now?

You have to guess.

Um...

Lauderdale?

Look if you didn't want to guess,

you could have just said so.

Tell me.

Turks and Caicos.

Turks and Caicos.

Sounds good to me.

I'll get my assistant to book it now.

Oh, I almost forget.

Fresh from the cleaners.

Took them long enough, but they salvaged it somehow.

It's impressive, too,

considering the job Juliet did on it.

You know, I'd say you're entitled to some payback.

If you want to take scissors to her

wardrobe, I'll turn a blind eye. - Good to know.

Now, where does this go, up here?

Oh, you know what? I tell you what.

I, uh, I'll put it away.

It's okay. I've got it.

No, I'm not taking any more chances with this dress.

Um, you go make us some coffee. I'll do it.

Whatever you say. Hmm.

Wha... Jimmy...?

Lights off!

Damn it, Bridget!

What are you doing?! You scared the hell out of me!

I had to make sure no one was watching.

You're not safe.

I'm calling Machado.

Don't. Look, half the Bureau is on Bodaway's payroll.

You testify against him tomorrow, you're dead.

You can't trust the Feds.

And I can trust you?

I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to run.

Now. I don't have anywhere to go.

You got any family?

A sister.

Go to her.

Anywhere is safer than here.

Take this.

No, I don't want it.

You need protection

and I need to explain how you got away.

It's easier if you just take this.

I don't like guns.

Bridget... No!

Hello.

Hey. I have a question.

Shoot.

Hmm, funny.

Um, how do I get rid of a gun?

Something tells me this is not a hypothetical question.

Afraid not.

It's a cop's gun, traceable back to my sister.

I can't keep it in the house.

I thought about throwing it in the East River,

but with my luck, it would float.

Siobhan, guns don't float, but they do

have a way of turning up.

So unless you're gonna melt it down

or file off the serial number,

probably a bad idea.

You want me to take care of it?

No, I- I couldn't.

I've already used up all your good will.

You can't max out good will.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you. Is Malcolm with you?

No, I left him at the apartment.

I'm at the public library because my computer went down.

Communal keyboards are gross, by the way.

But I do have good news for you on the Gemma front.

A police buddy of mine, he got her bank statements.

So you're making progress?

Yeah, I'm looking at 'em right now.

It might take me some time to make heads or tails of 'em,

but have no fear, I will find her.

Great. I will see you at NA.

Okay, Gemma...

when I take off this tape...

you're not gonna cry...

you're not gonna spit...

and you're not gonna beg.

You're not gonna make a peep.

You are gonna shut up... and eat your bologna.

Ringer S01E09 "Shut Up And Eat Your Bologna"

I've been kicked around pretty bad the past few weeks.

After some of the things I've been through...

it's easy to believe there are no good people left.

But somebody proved me wrong.

Charlie gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere else to go.

Got me back in the rooms, as you can see.

I haven't used in six days.

Without Charlie, that wouldn't have been possible.

Charlie, I really...

No, no, please, no more thank you's.

Gotta ask you, though,

how did your sister steal a cop's gun?

She didn't.

What the hell?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Fine.

You must be exhausted.

What is that bus ride, 16, 17 hours?

Yeah, something like that.

I can't really sleep on a bus.

Well, get some rest.

Big plans tomorrow.

I don't know how she got it.

I just know I want it gone.

Martin/Charles. Good morning. May I help you?

See what you got. Draw me a piggy.

So, what exactly am I signing, again?

They're dividend reinvestment forms.

I'll spare you the explanation.

Olivia's been on my ass to get you to sign them,

but I wanted to give you time.

I don't mind the distraction.

Just there.

Oh, oh, Beckett!

Hold on a second, little buddy.

It's enough that we break Daddy's stuff,

we're not gonna break Uncle Andrew's stuff, too.

It's not a problem.

Oh, good morning.

Hi. Hi.

Beautiful children.

I thought Gemma's parents had stepped into the breech.

Unfortunately, Tim's... he's not doing that well.

Really? Are things that bad?

Yeah, the doctor says the stress from Gemma's not helping.

A bypass last year,

and then a new stent couple months ago.

None of it's working.

Apparently, immortality is the one thing

Tim Arbogast can't buy.

What?

It's just nice to see you back on the coffee again.

Wouldn't be rehab without an eight-cup-a-day habit.

What'd you and Charlie talk about?

Exchanging babysitting tips?

Come on, Malcolm. Neither one of us wants...

I'm not complaining.

I needed the help.

And I'm grateful.

Actually, we were, um, talking about the gun.

I gave it to him to dispose of.

You really think it's a good idea

to give up your only protection?

That's not protection, that's evidence.

But Bridget will get blamed if it turns up.

Yeah, and who are they gonna come

right away to, asking questions?

It'll only be a matter of time

before they figured out I'm not Siobhan.

You could have talked to me first.

Don't see why the rush to give it away now.

I can't have it in the house anymore.

Not when Andrew is just starting to trust me.

You're pretending to be his dead wife.