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.

It was so easy.

I saw a way out, and I took it.

They all think that I'm her.

Bitches! Like my new ride?

Se tell me that you didn't spend your money

we got from my dad.

Boy: Tessa banner got robbed last night.

Some guy pounded on her.

Tyler, ye still going

to take down Andrew and Martin/Charles?

Siobhan, that flash drive is the proof we need.

We should go to the authorities.

Tyler Barrett has promised the s.E.C. Ironclad proof

of wrongdoing at Martin/Charles.

I don't care what it takes,

just make sure Tyler doesn't talk.

Olivia got to me first.

She knew everything.

Olivia and Andrew are very dangerous people.

What are we gonna do, Siobhan?

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you for over an hour.

I, uh...

I have been preoccupied.

Well, I have good news.

Tyler changed his mind. He's not going to the s.E.C.

He's one his way back to Paris.

No, he's not, Siobhan.

Tyler's dead.

What?

I waited at the hotel

for Bridget, and I convinced her

to leave before she got to Tyler.

But when I circled back and went to his room...

He was dead.

Somebody murdered him and took the flash drive.

Are you there?

Told you they would kill to keep their secret.

You have no clue what

you're talking about, Siobhan!

I wonder if the police would feel the same way.

You have no proof that Martin/Charles

is misappropriating money.

You're bluffing.

Really?

What about Wesson accounting?

You remember, that phony firm you set up on Pratt street?

You conniving little bitch!

You stay out of matters you don't understand!

Or?

- I'll... - What?

Come on, Andrew. What are you gonna do to me?

I'll kill you.

I mean it, Siobhan.

I'll see you dead.

It's what I showed you in the safe-deposit box.

Andrew (Recorded): I'll kill you.

I mean it, Siobhan.

I'll see you dead.

Oh, my God.

There's more.

After Andrew threatened me, I wasn't taking any chances.

I hired a private investigator.

He saw this guy following me.

Broke into his apartment.

Turns out the guy was a hit man.

His apartment was covered with pictures of me.

And two days before I switched places with Bridget,

he took these pictures of that same hit man

outside the loft.

Andrew and Olivia killed Tyler for that flash drive.

And they won't stop there.

No, it's complete rubbish.

The flash drive's a fake.

Maybe Tyler never had

any of our files in the first place.

The s.E.C. Offered him full immunity for his testimony.

The only reason they'd agree to do that is if they believed

the evidence they had was real and prosecutable.

Is it possible somebody may have switched the drives

before you got to him?

I don't know.

After I threatened Tyler in the limo,

he raced right back to the hotel.

I wasn't that far behind,

but still...

Who else knew why Tyler was really here?

Malcolm maybe?

No. He never accessed personnel files.

Tyler Barrett's name wouldn't mean anything to him.

But it would to Siobhan.

Oh, don't be ridiculous. Siobhan's not a corporate spy.

Why do you insist on protecting her?

We both know she attempted

to contact Tyler in Paris and then again in New York.

If Siobhan has Tyler's flash drive,

you better deal with her.

Severely.

Bridget: Hey, Malcolm, it's me.

Again.

I know you're really angry at me,

but please, will you just call me back?

Last time I couldn't get in touch with you...

I'm just, I'm really worried.

Okay, bye.

What are you looking for?

You didn't answer my question.

My... boots.

And a few other things.

I'm sorry I didn't call first.

I don't know if you're aware,

but Tyler Barrett was murdered today in the Soho diamond.

Did you hear what I said?

What does that have to do with me?

You're in over your head.

Just admit it.

The two of you were planning to turn me into the s.E.C.

I already told you that I wasn't.

I don't believe you.

I'm not having this discussion.

You're not going anywhere until you answer the question.

Where's the flash drive?

What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb with me, Siobhan.

I want the truth.

I'm going back to my hotel.

Did you find the phone?

No, someone took it.

Solomon, that phone was my only insurance PO

Tyler Barrett knew about the Ponzi scheme and now he's dead.

Without that phone, there's nothing to stop the hit man coming after me again.

Who's the stalker?

You know, there's really nothing

like a good cup of coffee in the morning.

I have the girl add

one and a half cinnamon sticks now,

and I swear, it really makes all the difference in the world.

You should try it.

What do you want?

Nothing. No, I got everything I need.

You find Bridget Kelly?

No. And I-I'm not even looking for her anymore.

No, I'm just, I'm sitting here 'cause I just wanted

to take one last look at your club.

But I think it's gonna make a really nice doggy day care

when you're gone.

Imagine a couple Pomeranians running around your office

doing their business.

I think it's gonna be pretty great.

Agent Machado, it's Malcolm Ward.

I've decided to press charges

against Bodaway Macawi for kidnapping me.

You've reached Agent Douglas Cupertino

at the federal bureau of investigation,

New York Division. Please leave a message.

Doug, it's Vic.

Uh, look, I'm on my way to the airport now.

Just have Malcolm Ward ready to travel when I land, okay?

Thanks.

You've reached Malcolm Ward.

Please leave a message at the tone.

Something's wrong.

This can't just be because he's pissed.

Wish I could help,

but I think we're just flying blind here.

Malcolm: Tracking app.

I'm putting one on my phone, too.

It'll use the GPS on your cell

to tell me where you are at all times.

No, we're not.

It's working.

We can find him with this.

He put it on both our phones.

What's he doing there?

Andrew: You weren't there, Olivia.

You didn't see her face.

She knew nothing about the flash drive.

I should've known

this task was too difficult for you.

Never send a lovesick schoolboy to do a man's job.

Oh, enough! Save it for someone

who still runs at the sound of your bleating.

As far as I'm concerned,

that flash drive is still out there.

Find it.

And what if you're wrong?

What if Siobhan's the one who brings us down in the end?

Then you can take great pleasure in knowing

you were correct all along.

Juliet: Daddy?

Dad?

Hey!

You're home from school already?