Ringer (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 3 - If You Ever Want a French Lesson... - full transcript

Siobhan?

Didn't think I'll ever see you
up so early.

I couldn't sleep.

Morning sickness?

Not too pretty, is it?

Did Juliet make her flight?

Yes, she did.

You really think it's a good
idea, sending her to Miami?

If I didn't think
it was a good idea,

I wouldn't have suggested it.

Sometimes...



A girl just needs her mom.

Yeah, I can't believe Catherine
went for it, but she did.

Just hope it helps.

Oh, I, uh,
I made you some coffee.

Is... that so weird?

No. I'll take it
with me to work.

Oh, and, uh, by the way, I need
you to do something for me.

What?

It's a surprise.

I'll leave the address
in the foyer.

Just be there at 11:00.

Okay.

(Line ringing)

Malcolm:
Hello?



Did I wake you?

No, I had an early morning class
I had to prepare for.

I got your message.

I don't think staying
in New York is a good idea.

Yeah, well, neither is running.

Bodaway wants me dead.

Trust me,
it is safer as Siobhan.

Well, if I can figure out
who's trying to kill her.

I thought you killed him.

No, I think
he was a gun for hire.

Someone else is behind this.

All right, then.

What are you doing to find out
who's after Siobhan?

I have the hit man's cell phone.

Thinking maybe I could
trace it back to them.

Did you check the caller I.D.?

No texts,

no call history,
no pictures, nothing.

Try prying the back off.

Maybe you can find
a serial number.

Oh...

Wait. Hold on.

Ow!

Did you find something?

Oh, my God...

Bridget.

Bridget?

Are you there?

Give me a sec.
I found something.

Andrew's behind this?

I'm not sure, but I think
Siobhan's husband

might be behind the hit.

Why do you think that?

Because he has the same picture
on his shelf

that was in
the hit man's pocket,

but he was cropped out of it,

like somebody was trying
to protect his identity.

That doesn't exactly
make him a killer.

I know it's a stretch but...

Siobhan killed herself
for a reason, okay?

I know that she and Andrew were
having problems.

If he's behind this,
I kind of need to know.

Listen to me--
don't just spin theories,

get proof.

Figure out if
there's a connection

between the phone and Andrew.

I will.

And Bridge?

Yeah?

Keep safe while doing it.

If someone's after your sister
Siobhan, then they're after you.

I will.

Bye.
Bye.

Hey, man you got the time?

(Grunts)

♪ Shake that, shake that,
like a maraca ♪

♪ knock me off my rocker,
what you got to offer... ♪

(Music continues in distance)

(Coughing, spluttering)

I told you...

I haven't talked
to Bridget Kelly.

(Coughs)

Agent Machado,
couldn't get the warrant.

Aw, come on, what's
with this judge?

He doesn't see probable
cause for the release

of Siobhan Martin's
phone records.

Too far removed
from Bodaway Macawi.

Is he kidding?

Siobhan Martin is the key
witness's twin sister.

What more does he need?

He didn't bother to say.

No, no, of course not.

Okay, well, find another judge.

And when we get
the same answer, then what?

Then we keep looking till we
find someone who gets it.

How long you plan on
being in town?

As long as it takes
for Siobhan Martin

to lead me to Bridget Kelly.

You don't even have any proof
that Kelly's still in New York.

Wouldn't it be easier
for you to go back to Wyoming,

find another way to get Macawi?

We've been after Macawi
for ten years.

He's been involved
in armed robbery,

drug and weapons trafficking,

prostitution, racketeering,
and at least nine murders.

And, so far, nothing
has stuck, okay?

No Rico, no nothing.

15 lieutenants have
been convicted.

Not one has turned against him

because everyone around
the guy is scared.

Bridget Kelly was one day away
from changing all of that.

Yeah, and then she ran.

Odds are, right to her sister.

I believe Siobhan Martin
is harboring a fugitive,

and the more I find
out about her,

the closer I get to Bridget.

And when I do
find Bridget Kelly,

I will put Macawi away.

Bridget: Tell me everything
you can about that phone.

It's disposable.

Goes for about 30 bucks
at a convenience store.

When the minutes run out,
you just throw it away.

Can you tell me if that phone
ever called this number?

I-I think my husband
may be seeing someone.

We've been married a long time.

Uh, there is something
like a SIM card inside,

you know, like in regular
cell phones, but, uh...

It requires a pretty
high-tech unlocking device,

and we don't sell 'em.

The only people who have access
to that sort of information

are the cops, FBI and...

And some high-level
drug dealers.

The whole point
of these phones is,

the people who own 'em
don't want to be found out.

Thanks.

Man:
I need a pick-me-up.

Is there any chance
I could get a schizi-tini?

A sch...
A schizi-tini?

You haven't heard of it?

It's pretty popular
in the States.

No.

Okay, uh, it's got a
energy drink, five schizi,

and I don't know--
maybe something else.

I'm sorry, monsieur Ballard,

but, uh, my English
is not very good.

Siobhan (Speaking French):

Ah, bien sûr.

Thank you. I think.

Uh, what am I getting?

The closest thing
to a schizi-tini--

Vodka cranberry
and a cup of coffee.

That sounds disgusting.

I will just have
the coffee, thanks.

Ah, d'accord.

So you don't speak any French?

I moved here a month ago.

I'm Tyler Barrett.

Nice to meet you...
Tyler Barrett.

Bartender:
Merci.

It's sad, actually.

I work a lot, so I haven't
gotten a chance

to see much of the country.

So what is it that you do?

International banking.

Which is also why
I haven't learned French.

A lot of my business
is done in English.

So you fly around
on a gulfstream jet

and deliver briefcases of money
to Saudi princes?

(Chuckling):
Not exactly.

I work for Banque Trésonne.

It's a subsidiary of an
American firm-- Martin/Charles.

You ever hear of 'em?

No.

But, then again, I do keep
my money under the mattress.

It's probably safer that way.

I am going to stop
talking about me,

'cause, uh, I-I... I'm sorry,
I don't even know your name.

Cora.

Farrell.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Cora Farrell.

Well, it's getting late.

I have to leave.

But...

If you ever want
a French lesson.

(Traffic sounds nearby)

(Knocking)

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, sir, excuse me.
I was wondering...

(Engine idling)

(Door opening)

There you are!

Bridget:
Gemma?

Gemma:
Come on in.

(Music playing inside)

(Music continues)

Gregor:
Welcome, Mrs. Martin.

I invite you to pick anything

from Douglas Hannant's
fall collection,

and we will tailor it
to fit you.

What is this, Gemma?
Isn't it fabulous?

Andrew planned the whole thing
as a thank you for the party.

Really?

Is it that hard to believe
you have an amazing husband?

(Chuckles)

Thanks for coming last night.

Yeah, well, I hope Gemma's
outburst didn't ruin it for you.

Well, hardly.
We landed six new investors.

Good for you.

Little early for that,
isn't it?

Hey, you saw my wife.

It's justified.

So, since you're here
in an official capacity,

let's get official.

How can I help you?

(Sighs) I want to
pull my investment.

What?

Why?

We returned almost 20%
last month.

Well, my editors are
giving me a hard time,

and I think that I might want
to publish the book myself.

Self-publishing's hardly
wide-reaching.

There have to be other
editors who are interested.

Maybe, but that could
take about a year.

I don't want to keep waiting.

Henry...

You'd be walking away
from a lot of money.

The market's turning around.

I'd hate for you to miss out.

Yeah, well, I've been missing
out on a lot lately.

Sorry, Andrew,
my mind's made up.

It's stunning.

Yes.

Champagne,
Mrs. Martin?

No. Thank you.
Gemma?

Oh, no. After last night,

the sight of alcohol
makes you want to gag.

So, is there something
that sings to you?

They're all so beautiful.

Well, don't limit
yourself to just one.

Thank you for this, Gemma.

Don't thank me.

Thank your husband.

I'm just along for the ride.

Can you believe he's
taking you to Swan Lake?

He doesn't like the ballet.

He hates it.

That's what makes it so great.

It's all about you.

Why do you think
he's doing all this?

Who cares why?

You gotta stop being suspicious,
shiv, and just enjoy.

I guess I'm just trying to...

figure out what
his intentions are.

The man is dressing you
in a custom-fitted gown

for the ballet, and you're
questioning his intentions?

You always do this.

I do?

You never think
what Andrew does is good enough.

He used to make you so happy.

And then the two of you
started snapping at each other

and arguing a lot.

Take it from someone
who has a husband

to complain about--

Andrew is a good man.

Are you kidding me? I've got
Balthazar on speed dial.

(Phone ringing)
I can always get us in.

I'm flagging this cab.
My heels are killing me.

Taxi.

Gregor: Have you had the
macaroni au gratin?

(Ringing continues)
It's to die for.

You coming?

You go ahead.

I'll catch up.

Gemma:
You sure?

I-I have to take this.

(Ringing continues)

Hello?

Man:
Siobhan Martin?

Who is this?

You dropped your scarf.

Who is this?

What do you want?

You have something of mine.

I'm not going to hurt you,
Siobhan.

Simply follow my instructions
and this will all end.

Why the hell
should I listen to you?

You don't have a choice.

You killed our mutual friend
in your loft.

So unless you want me to tell...

Do you see that bench to your
right, next to the playground?

Yeah?

I want you to hang up, and put
the phone down on the bench,

then just walk away.

Andrew?

Woman:
Operator. How may I assist you?

Hi. Uh, yeah. I-I was wondering.

Is it possible to trace the last
phone call made to this phone?

Let me see.

That number's blocked, ma'am.

It's an emergency.

Would you like me to dial 911?

No. That won't be necessary.

(Sighs)

(Dialing)

(Inhales deeply)

(Malcolm groaning)

(Man grunts)

(Vibrating)

(Recording): You've reached
professor Malcolm Ward.

Please leave a message
at the tone.

(Drops phone)

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

What the hell happened to you?

You never showed up for lunch.

Oh, Gemma, I'm so sorry.

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

I, um...

It was... my doctor calling.

I forgot about my...
first trimester tests.

Oh, I remember those.

Don't worry.
The baby's gonna be perfect.

So Gregor got us tickets
to Fashion Week.

Can you believe it?

That's great.

Hello?!

Did you hear what I just said?

It's going to be you, me,

and Anna Wintour
in the front row.

I'm sorry, I...
I'm just a little distracted.

Do you know
a Pierce, Zimmerman & McDonald?

Isn't that Aubrey Zimmerman's
firm?

Aubrey Zimmerman.

The big-time divorce lawyer?

What made you think of them?

I was, um...

Just reading
some trashy magazine.

I guess some celebrity's
getting divorced.

Huh. Maybe I'm the one
who should be hiring

Aubrey Zimmerman.

(Door closes)

Henry Butler wants to pull
out of the hedge fund?

Apparently, he needs the money
to self-publish his novel.

Then put online
for a hundred bucks.

Don't throw your wife's hard-
earned money down the toilet.

I agree.

Well, then, how come
you didn't talk him out of it?

Because he's a friend.

If he wants to pull out, I'm
not going to stand in his way.

Then I'll be happy to.

Come on, Olivia, they have
maybe 300 grand with us.

It's not worth it.

I don't care
about Henry's money.

But I do care
about Gemma's father.

This is about Tim Arbogast?

You know he's been
with Faerber Funds

for about 20 years now.

And we'll never have a chance

at his millions
if we lose the butlers.

I'm not going after Arbogast.

I tried that once before,
and it was disaster. Let it go.

Do I need to remind you
what's at stake?

Drop it.

I'm not looking
to make enemies.

Let the Butlers cash out.

Fine.

I'll take care of it.

(Elevator bell dings)

Ah!

Whew!

Siobhan, you walked

right past me in the lobby.

Oh, sorry. I, um...

M-my head's just somewhere else
today.

How's the family?

Oh, great.

You know, back-to-school time.

Wally's rowing crew,

and Becca's going
into the eighth grade.

Well, you know all about that
with Juliet.

Of course.

And Jack's still
pounding the pavement

for Deltrana & Abberkent.

What about you guys?

I thought I'd see
you and Andrew

at Gatsby on the green.
You never miss it.

We've just been so busy lately.

This is me.

Say hi to Jack
and the kids for me.

We should have lunch.

Really?
O-okay. I'd love that.

Man: I didn't think I'd be seeing
you again, Siobhan.

So, were you able to find the
answers you were looking for?

You were pretty upset
the last time you were here.

I hope I didn't say anything
that I might regret.

Well, the way I remember it,

you were adamant about altering
the prenuptial agreement,

but I never received
any changes, so I figured--

I hoped-- that you and Andrew
had worked things out.

Though, if you did, you probably
wouldn't be here, would you?

Did I mention how bad
the fighting had gotten?

You did.

Has it gotten physical?

Did I give you the impression
that it had?

Mmm, call it intuition
or years of experience,

but I got the feeling that
you were scared of your husband.

Really? Scared?

Your life seems perfect.
Close to it,

but no one's life is perfect.

I don't mean to make you
uncomfortable, Siobhan.

My only point is that
if there's been abuse,

your divorce case will
be drastically different.

We can certainly
revisit this subject

when you feel more comfortable.

My office managed to track down
the quitclaim deed you signed

for 227 Pratt Street.

You may have been right
that he was trying to hide

the value of this particular
investment.

I'm sorry, could you remind me
about that property again?

It's a building that
Andrew's company acquired.

This is only a xeroxed copy,
but from the looks of it

the date might
have been changed.

Which means?

To be blunt,

your husband's trying
to cheat you.

Now if you can find
the original deed,

and if the date is different,

you'd have a real opportunity
to claim 50% of that property.

(Elevator bell dings)

Andrew:
Siobhan?

Do you want to tell me why

you went to see
a divorce attorney?

Is this where we're going?

I don't know what you mean.

Peggy Lewis told Jack
she saw you

going into Pierce,
Zimmerman & McDonald.

I just had a question
I wanted an answer to.

Questions about what?

(Gasps)

227 Pratt Street.

I've told you
the place is worthless.

If you don't believe me,

you can go see for yourself.

Why can't you trust me, hmm?

You used to tell me
that I was the only man

in your life you could trust,

and now you're sneaking
behind my back

going to see divorce attorneys?

I was a fool to think

that things were getting
better between us.

Andrew, I'm sorry.

And here I was

trying to do something nice today.
You did.

The dress was
an amazing gesture.

But it's never enough,
is it, Shiv?

You know, I've done everything
you've asked me to do.

Stopped playing games,
and you...

You can't even meet me halfway.

I'm, uh...

I'm going to go back
to the office.

Oh, and by the way,

you can take Gemma
to the ballet tonight.

The two of you can talk about
how much you hate your husbands.

Bridget (Voice mail):
Hey, it's me.

My bag's packed.

I have the money.

I'm all set to go.

(Phone beeps)
Where's Bridget all set to go?

I don't know.

I didn't know what she meant,
I swear.

You're lying.

Where is she?

Why don't you just let her go.

She didn't testify.

She's the reason you're free.

She's not a problem as long
as she doesn't come back.

Exactly.
I don't like loose ends.

I told you,
I don't know where she is.

You know, Mr. Ward,
I've never been a drug addict.

What's this little
chip represent,

five, six years of sobriety?

What's it like to have something
you can't live without?

Martin/Charles, how may I help you?

Gemma? What are you doing here?

I got a call to come sign some papers

*** or something I completely
don't understand.

A sweep authorization?

That's strange.

We could have just
had them messengered.

Penny, would you come in here

for a moment please?

Yes, Ms. Charles?

Did you have Mrs. Butler
come in here

just to sign some papers?

Yes, I thought...

I don't pay you
to think, Penny.

You've wasted
Mrs. Butler's time.

Please accept my
apology, Mrs. Butler.

Don't worry about it. Forced me
to take a break for work.

You know, actually
since you're here,

there is something
I wanted to ask.

Have you and Henry been
unhappy with Martin/Charles?

No, just the opposite.

Then why are you
pulling your investment?

We're not pulling
our investment.

Henry didn't mention it?

He was just in here
this morning.

Maybe I'm confused.

Although it's not protocol

for us to proceed
without your signature,

you are cosigner...

I'll have to talk
to him about it.

I'm sure there's some
simple explanation.

And tell me, how is your
lovely father doing?

(Door creaking)

Andrew was telling the truth.

Maybe this place is worthless.

(Bottle clatters)

Hello?

Someone here?

(Door opens)

(Door creaking)

Hello, Siobhan.

(Phone ringing)

(Ringing continues)

Got it.

Andrew:
At Martin/Charles, we...

I want the phone.

Who sent you here?

Just give it to me
and I'll let you go.

Not until you tell me
what's going on.

Who are you working for?

Come on, Siobhan.

You don't want two dead bodies.

I took care of the first.

Give me the damn phone!

Taxi!

Prentiss Park.
You got it.

Agent Machado, please.

Hey.

Hello.

I was surprised
to get your call.

How's the search
for my sister going?

We're getting closer every day.

You know, we don't
have to do this here.

I've got a perfectly boring
office just a few blocks away.

I mean, I can't serve
you anything fancy,

but I can brew you a cup
of really bad coffee.

Here's fine.

You called me, remember?

Yeah, I, uh, I wanted an
update on the investigation.

See if you had any
leads on Bridget.

And yesterday you were
so eager to get rid of me.

I don't know much
about Bridget.

I was hoping you were going
to help me out with that.

Looks like I got my hopes up.

Okay, how about I tell you

what I know about you,
Mrs. Martin.

I know that yesterday
you withdrew $50,000

from a bank
over on 76th Street.

I know that you
missed a dance class

and a Historical Society meeting.

Both of them were
a conflict with the party,

but you never canceled

or even mentioned that
you wouldn't attend,

which is something
you always do.

So I needed money and
missed a few appointments.

And I know that
for the last six months

that you spent almost
every Thursday afternoon

in a suite at the Dandridge
Hotel with Henry Butler.

The question is,

does Andrew know
that you've been sleeping

with your
best friend's husband?

I don't know what
you're getting at,

but I don't like threats.

It's not a threat.
It's just a question.

I'm not your enemy.

I just want to know
where Bridget is.

I can help her.

(Phone ringing)
And I can help you.

You already have.

Man:
Why are you talking to the FBI?

I want you to know that
if anything happens to me,

or if your friend's
body is ever found,

that FBI agent back there
gets this phone,

which leads to you.

You have no idea
what you're doing

or who you're messing with.

Clearly someone
who's as desperate as I am

to keep a secret.

Looks like I just bought myself
some insurance.

Andrew: This is the first
I'm hearing of it, Henry.

I had no idea Gemma
refused the withdrawal.

Why was she even involved?

Because her name's
on the portfolio.

It's protocol.

A large withdrawal
requires a co-sign.

You know what Gemma's like.

She's held the purse strings
our entire marriage,

and I thought coming
to you directly

might allow me to
make a decision

without getting her permission.

I can't possibly know what you will
or won't discuss with your wife.

Right. You're
completely aware

that Gemma thinks
I'm having an affair,

but somehow you don't think

that will complicate things?

I'm sorry, Henry.

Me, too, Andrew.

That didn't look too pleasant.

You could have made
that withdrawal

without Gemma's signature.

Is that what you
wanted me to do--

hide the truth from his wife?

Oh, cut the crap.

It's not about Gemma--
you said so yourself.

I told you to leave it alone.

Why can't you listen for once?

I was just trying
to protect us.

And I don't need to be lied to.

We are partners, remember?

Look, next time,

just let me know what
you're doing first

so I can at least
prepare for the fallout.

Gemma:
Can't I change your mind?

I know how much
you love Swan Lake.

I don't think so.

I'm just glad the tickets
aren't going to waste.

Is Henry going with you?

No, he's at a cafe

"working."

I'm sure I'm the last person

he wants to see right now.

I'm taking Isabel.

She said she'd buy me dinner
at Picholine after.

Why do you have this?

What do you mean?

It's on Andrew's shelf.

It was also on
about 500 refrigerators

on the Upper East Side.

Darling, it was
your holiday card.

I... I just meant why
do you still have it?

I don't know.

Sentimental.

Are you okay, Shiv?

Yeah.
A lot better now, actually.

You have to go.

Wait, Cora, did I do
something wrong?

No. Here, I-I'll call you.

Uh...

I will.

(Retching)

Bridget:
Andrew?

What are you doing here?

Doesn't the ballet start
in ten minutes?

I'm not going.

Why?

I wanted to explain to you...

about the attorney.

(Sighs)

I went to see him a while ago...

When things between us
were tense.

That's putting it lightly.

I know.

Which is why
I was weighing my options.

And then things seemed
to get better between us.

So I went

today to call it off.

Why should I believe you?

I'll be honest.

I thought some really awful
things about you.

But it was

entirely based on fear.

And I realized...

if we're gonna move forward,

then I have to stop listening
to other people

and trust you.

Do you think you can forgive me?

♪ I'm in his favorite sundress ♪

♪ watching me get undressed,
take that body downtown ♪

♪ I say you the bestest,
lean in for a big kiss ♪

♪ put his favorite perfume on ♪

And what you did for me today,

it wasn't that it
wasn't good enough.

It was the nicest thing
that anyone's ever done for me.

♪ Heaven is a place on earth
with you ♪

♪ tell me all the things
you want to do ♪

You look beautiful.

♪ I heard that you like
the bad girls ♪

(Song fades)
♪ Honey, is that true? ♪

Don't do this, please!

No!

Stay still, junkie!

Enjoy your trip.

(Shallow gasps)

This view is really stunning.

You say that like you've
never seen it before.

I guess I'm just trying
to look at things

with a new appreciation.

Okay then.

Okay then what?

If I'm asking you to trust me,

then I have to trust you.

I hope from this point on,

we can be honest
with each other.

I want that, too.

What we used
to have together was...

pretty amazing.

And if there was any chance

of getting that back...

(Phone ringing)
♪ give me a reason to love you ♪

Hello?

♪ Give me a reason ♪

Hello?

♪ To be... ♪

Henry: Hello?
♪ a woman ♪

Anybody there?

♪ I just want to be a woman. ♪