Ringer

My name is Bridget.

I witnessed a murder.

Just get up on the stand, 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.

What is your problem, Siobhan?

After all, this was my tub first.

Hi, mommy.

You had sex with Mr. Carpenter?

He forced himself on me.

I heard you weren't gonna press charges against Mr. C.

He forced me to have sex with him, too.

- Solomon? - Who's this?

Cora Farrell.

Hello, miss Farrell. It's been a while. I'll pick you up in an hour.

We have been here for a half an hour,

and you haven't said a word to me, Siobhan.

Then look behind me.

That's Bridget.

She's the one living the lie with Andrew, not me.

Hello, Ms. Farrell.

Two times in one week?

You know, just call me... Cora.

You in the military?

Was. Special forces.

Wow.

Um, how-how did I first contact you?

You called a car service.

Said you wanted somebody discreet.

And I always paid in cash?

Why are you asking me about what you did?

I'm newly sober.

I have whole chunks of time that I-I can't remember.

Well, now that I'm-I'm clean, I'm-I'm trying to figure out

who I was, 'cause it's kind of affecting who I am now. Does...

That make sense?

I need answers.

I'll pay you double to help me get them.

No questions asked.

How can I help?

When was the last time

that you drove me?

September 8th.

September 8th?

I missed you so much.

Siobhan?!

Oh, my God.

Something happen?

Uh, yeah.

Something awful to somebody I really loved.

And I-I don't know why.

Maybe if I retraced my steps from that day...

All right.

First stop... Harlem.

We never listed your name or your office, Ms. Farrell.

Just like you asked.

My office?

I'm surprised to see you.

You usually come through the back.

You know, I can't seem to find my keys anywhere.

Do you think you could let me in?

Okay, do you by any chance recognize this?

Should I?

Uh, I don't know.

What about this address? Have you ever driven me there?

Not that I can remember.

What's the zip code?

I can reroute us if you'd like.

I don't know it.

Well, you know, there's probably about 1,000 main streets

in the tri-state area?

Just take me to the next stop, please.

You gonna sit in the front?

Yeah. Is that cool?

You sure are different sober.

Oh, come on, Siobhan.

I cannot believe that you let Bridget be you.

Her life was in danger.

She came to me. I couldn't turn away my sister.

Okay, and so, swapping lives is your answer?

And why didn't you tell me?

I would have helped you.

Because she convinced me

it was too dangerous to get anyone involved.

Look, I had just found out

that I was pregnant with our baby.

I needed some time to think.

Bridget convinced me this was the best plan.

She could hide out by being me, and I could get some distance,

come up with a plan.

Okay, this... this is insane, Siobhan,

and had you just warned me,

I would have stayed away from Bridget.

I didn't think it was gonna be necessary,

because I told her to stay away from you.

Besides, it was just supposed to be temporary.

I never... No, you didn't think.

You didn't think,

and do you understand, by not letting me in,

how badly my life has fallen apart?

I'm so sorry.

Henry, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you.

Or Gemma.

Things went haywire

when Bridget met that low-life Charlie at N.A.

They got so greedy.

They saw an opportunity in kidnapping Gemma.

I came back the second I heard.

All right, we end this now.

Let's expose Bridget, and get your life back.

I don't want my life back.

Not yet.

Why?

Because I found something out in Paris,

something that involves Andrew.

Henry, we have an ironclad prenup.

If we get divorced, I don't get a penny.

But I think I may have found a way for us to be together

with Andrew's money.

I need to show you.

But Bridget stole a key from his office that I need.

- Okay, I can help you get it back. - You can't.

Henry, we have to keep our distance,

or this will all fall apart.

Trust me.

When I get that key back, it will all make sense.

As your attorney, it's my job

to make sure you don't freeze up on the stand.

- Okay. - Okay? I'm gonna ask you again.

What happened on the night in question?

I was in, um, Mr. Carpenter's class

right after the young Samaritans pizza party.

He got mad at me.

Said I was acting inappropriately.

I told him he was reading into things,

but he still asked me to stay after class.

The second we were alone, he started acting...

Weird.

Weird how?

That's too vague.

Be as specific as you possibly can, Juliet.

What are you doing tonight? Juliet!

Andrea, please wait in the hall.

I'd like to finish my conversation with Ms. Martin.

He got nice.

And then he came over to me,

and he tucked his...

He tucked my hair behind my ear.

And he whispered,

"I bet you're the kind of girl who can keep secrets."

I told him I wanted to leave.

And then, he grabbed my left arm...

Pushed me against the wall,

pulled my skirt up, and...

You originally said

your right arm.

Did I?

Look, this is exactly what I am talking about.

If she can't keep her story straight, she's gonna look like a liar.

Calm down, will you?

Juliet's just nervous.

Cut her some slack.

I'm afraid Catherine's right.

Juliet, your testimony has to be a carbon copy

of what you told the police.

Otherwise, you're on the stand, the defense...

They'll pull you apart during the cross exam.

Okay.

So, was it your right arm?

Yeah. I just made a mistake.

Let me start again.

Look, could you give us a moment, please?

Absolutely.

Both of you?

Are you okay?

Dad, I thought this was a good idea at first,

but I'm not so sure I can do this.

What did I tell you?! This is a mistake!

Catherine, in two seconds,

you're on a plane to Miami, okay?

Fine. You're flying me first class.

Just please stop fighting!

I will get it right, I promise.

A gift for the boys.

Egyptian cotton.

Thanks.

This is so unnecessary, really.

You gonna invite me in?

Do I need to? Are you a vampire?

Been called worse.

So, every week, there is a new document

for me to sign from Martin/Charles.

What's it now?

No more papers, I promise.

, I know you didn't