Ringer (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 9 - Shut Up and Eat Your Bologna - full transcript

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?

(Laughing):
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.

(Grunts)

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!

(Phone line rings)

Charlie:
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.

(Charlie chuckles)

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.

(Muffled grunting)

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.

{pub}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 yous.

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.

Woman: 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.

(Chuckles)
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 student
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.

How can there be any trust in that?

I'm sorry, but this
prince charming fantasy

you got going with Andrew...

It was supposed to be temporary.

This is not your life.

I know that.

I'm not leaving until I find out

who was trying to hurt my sister.

Okay, then.
What do you got?

Is there anything you
may not have noticed?

♪ I won't go give it up for you ♪

♪ don't give it up,
won't give it up ♪

♪ okay, you've thrown
a low blow ♪

♪ tell me off for playing
on your stereo ♪

♪ on your stereo,
on your stereo ♪

♪ oh, you're afraid I'm playing
on your stereo ♪

♪ okay, you've hit a new low ♪

♪ tell me off for playing
on your stereo ♪

♪ on your stereo,
on your stereo... ♪

Hi, I'd like to make an appointment.

My name is Siobhan Martin.

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh,
oh-oh... ♪

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hi.

Hi!

Felt like a change, I see.

Excuse me?

You usually you sit in the armchair.

It felt like a couch kind of day.

How are you?

I'm good.

You know, the usual.

And some of the less usual.

Now, before we begin,
I just have to ask...

Why are you calling yourself
Siobhan Martin?

{pub}I'm not sure what you mean.

You never use your real name

when scheduling your appointments.

I didn't realize I was
sleeping with the boss's wife.

Excuse me?

Is that why you told me
your name was Cora?

Cora...

Cora Farrell.

Discretion has always been
very important to you.

(Quietly):
Yes...

This is the new Siobhan Martin.

No aliases required.

Well, whatever name you're using,

I'm glad you decided to
return to therapy.

I am, too.

In fact, I can't even remember

why I stopped coming
in the first place.

You mentioned something earlier...

That things were...
"Less usual."

Would you like to talk about that?

How has your life been
different since we last spoke?

You've never been this quiet
before, Siobhan.

Well...
Things are better with Andrew.

And I... I broke it off with Henry.

And Juliet doesn't hate me anymore.

Wow.

That is incredible progress!

You've completely
transformed your entire life.

And you did all of that
outside of treatment.

Which begs the question:

Why come back now?

I don't understand.

You're repairing all your
major relationships.

You're making strides
in your family life,

and yet, after months away,

something made you pick up
the phone and reach out to me.

I-I'm... not really sure.

Well, think about it.

What was different this morning
than the morning before?

"Less usual," as you put it.

I... I...

Can't exactly say.

You came here to explore
something with me.

Something... must've felt
different this morning.

I'll get my assistant to book it now.

Whatever you say.

Oh, my God...

I'm falling in love with Andrew.

All over again.

There's too many tourists that week.

What about the next?

You have the fund-raiser gala
for the Carlroy foundation.

Cancel it.

Olivia:
Well, this sounds important.

Olivia.

Unless you're scoping out
tax shelters, this can wait.

Very funny.

Thanks, Claudine.

Now is the time to hit Arbogast.

We've been down this road.

And you heard Henry.

Tim Arbogast is weak, sick...

Worried about his legacy.

Wondering who will take care

of his grandchildren when he's gone.

Wondering if he's leaving his
money in the right place.

You and I both know the
right place is with us.

There was a time when

you wouldn't have needed
this much convincing.

What is it, too distracted
planning your next holiday?

Don't accuse me of losing my focus,

just because I don't share
the same urgency.

I'm not shaking down Henry
for his connection to Arbogast.

Sorry.

How's this for urgent...

Two of the six investors
we landed last month

have pulled out.

If we don't score someone big enough

to cover those losses...

You know what that could mean.

I mean, the way he looks
at me, it's like...

He can't believe how kind
I'm being to him.

Like... he didn't know I could
ever make him this happy.

I know it's just temporary,

because of how things
were before, but...

I... I don't want it to end.

I... I want to keep surprising him.

Wait... what's going on?

Time's up.

Wha... it's only been...

An hour ten?

Gave you a little extra.

Any chance I could just
buy out the next session?

(Laughs)

Um... so...

Do you think that we should
refill my prescription?

I wasn't planning to.

You seem to be doing well without it.

So you don't think
I'm depressed anymore?

Siobhan, you know I didn't

prescribe those antidepressants
for depression.

You're doing great, Siobhan.

I'll see you next week.

Okay.

Thank you. Again.

♪ I'm on a fire escape ♪

♪ where you said to wait... ♪

Charlie: Malcolm...
(Knocking on door)

You okay in there, buddy?

Yeah, I'm okay.

(Water splashing)

♪ No, you're not my home ♪

♪ I'm on a fire escape ♪

♪ where you said to wait ♪

♪ and I did ♪

♪ yes, I did... ♪

Uh, Charlie...

Yeah, buddy.

You don't have to ask.
Mi casa, su casa.

Knock yourself out.

Kind of what I'm afraid of.

This has alcohol in it.

Never quite gotten to the point of

drinking mouthwash to take
the edge off, but, uh...

I don't know if I can risk
being around it right now.

You know what?

No sweat, man.

(Chuckles)
Sorry.

Ex-girlfriend, she left it here
a few months back,

and I just never got around
to throwing it out.

Besides...

The blue stuff was never
really my poison.

♪ You're, you're not my home... ♪

Wait... slow down a second.

You're freaking out over mouthwash.

Bridget, I know.

Okay, it's a little weird,

but not all addicts take
a hard line on mouthwash.

Well, it got me worried
he might be using again,

so I looked around.

And?

Nothing.

I mean, no booze or drugs.

(Elevator bell dings)

But I noticed something else.

I looked through his drawers.

Dude's got four pairs of socks,

four pairs of boxers, three t-shirts.

Malcolm, are you okay?

This isn't about
my sobriety, Bridget.

Something's not right here.

The batteries in the remote...
They're still shrink-wrapped.

Charlie says he's
lived here for months,

and he's never used his remote?

Can we really trust this guy?

Wait, Malcolm...
I gotta call you back.

I'm right in the middle of something.

(Phone beeps off)

Hi.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

May I?

The office is closed for lunch.

You can use the bathroom
on the east wing.

I think I have a key.

I was just over there.

It's really filthy.

Oh.

Thank you.

Siobhan's last session...

(Indistinct conversation,
footsteps approaching)

(Door opens)

Siobhan?!

What are you doing in here?

{pub}I'm calling security.

Please let me explain.

You snuck into my office, Siobhan.

You violated my privacy.

Oh, I just wanted to talk some more.

I... I felt like we were making
such progress this morning.

I didn't want to wait
till the next session.

And I had this crazy dream

that I know has to mean something.

I should tell you about it.

You wanted more time.

You should've called.

I thought therapy
wasn't about judgment.

After an incident like this,

I'll have to reassess if we
can continue therapy together.

I completely understand.

Sorry.

Man:
Hold the elevator, please.

Woman:
Thank you.

Siobhan went to church?!

Are you going to call Henry?

I'm still considering it.

There may be other ways.

And what are those?

Henry's our in.

Without him, Arbogast is untouchable.

The man's got more handlers

and layers of privacy and protection

than the president!

I tried getting his direct line,

and the closest I could
get was the number

of his assistant's assistant.

You saw Henry.

I lay any more financial
jargon on him today,

and his head will explode.

Well, if you're not
saving our company,

where are you
in such a hurry to get to?

Are you ready?

I invited my wife to lunch.

Did you see the look she shot me?

Olivia's just got a bee in her bonnet

about landing Henry's
father-in-law as an investor.

She doesn't think
I'm acting fast enough,

and she's probably right.

Gemma is still missing.

I know.

And Arbogast's quite sick.

Which hasn't exactly
gone unnoticed by Olivia.

I think I just lost my appetite.

(Chuckles)

Hey.

I know you don't like guessing games,

but what about a thought experiment?

A thought experiment?

I know, I know.
Look, bear with me.

What if all of it were at stake?

Again, it's not.
It's just an experiment.

What if doing the right thing
cost us everything?

The loft.

The apartment.

The house in the Hamptons.

The clothes.

Even the Sushi?

Even the Sushi, yes.

Would you...

Would you stand with me?

I'd stand with you.

(Sighs)

Look, I've got to get back to work.

What have you got planned
the rest of the day?

What would you say
if I said I was going to church?

You... in church?

You'd melt.

Hey.

Seriously, Siobhan?

After the fight you put up

about us having our wedding
at a church?

No, not seriously.

Just a thought experiment.

Charlie.

What's up, man?

I wanted to apologize
about this morning.

Didn't mean to freak out
over the mouthwash.

After all you've done...
Buddy, you can save it.

Really, no worries.

I just stopped by
to take a quick shower.

You're going to be all right
today on your own?

(Shower running)

♪ Elude the harsh reality
of our lands ♪

♪ we saw tears and tragedy ♪

♪ we joined a pack
of rebel angels at night ♪

♪ like apparitions
of an infantry ♪

♪ let's get out of here ♪

♪ want you to come along... ♪

Everything's the same
tired story with you.

Now, go home!
I'm not even drunk!

♪ I took revenge
on love nightly ♪

♪ I'll take a hard look
back someday ♪

♪ and deny we're apparitions
of sympathy... ♪

(Indistinct chatter,
rock music playing)

Hit me.

Woman:
Sure you need a second whiskey?

I haven't had a drink in five days,

so stop judging and start pouring.

Whatever you say, John.

{pub}Cheers.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Um...

Have you ever seen him here with me?

(Sighs)

No, but he's here a lot.

He's always drinking whiskey.

He's always on his cell.

Mmm.

Thank you.
Sure.

Ah.

Hey.

Meet me at the apartment
as soon as you can.

(Cell phone ringing)

Yeah.

It's Siobhan.

How's the situation
with her old sponsor?

Status quo.

Got him cleaned up,
put him in the apartment.

But this guy's no Gemma.

He's as determined to keep
the secret as Bridget is.

Besides, I've only got
so much room in my basement.

This way is better for now.

I'll have to take your word on it.

You remember that little thing
you were so freaked out about

the day she arrived in New York?

The gun?

Guess who up and gave it to me today.

What do you want, a medal, John?

The only reason she had that gun
in the first place

was because the cop you hired
gave it to her.

Yeah.

And I told you he needed a story
to cover his ass.

Jimmy was the only person
close enough

to Bridget to pull off the job.

He got her to you, didn't he?

(Sighing):
Whatever.

I've made a decision about Arbogast.

We're not pursuing it.

It's not the right time.

And if we lose our chance
altogether, then...

So be it.

May I ask you what changed your mind?

A month ago,
I probably would have done it.

But now...

I have other things to live for
than our bottom line.

Siobhan.

I guess I want to be
the man she thinks I am.

Malcolm:
His last name is Delario.

John Delario.

You were right.

He came up to me in NA.

You weren't here yet.

I needed someone to talk to.

I'm such an idiot.

It's not your fault.

Guy went to a lot of trouble
to earn your trust.

But why?

The antidepressants
that Siobhan was on,

they're also used to treat paranoia.

And the doctor thought
that she was paranoid,

but I think she was scared.

I think maybe she knew someone
was trying to hurt her.

And then she went to
that bar, and it's

the same bar that I saw him at.

It can't be a coincidence.

You think he's the one after Siobhan?

I don't know.

But he's had every chance
to hurt me, but he hasn't.

Maybe because he knew I had a gun...

Which I just gave to him.

I got to get that back.

Before we do anything,

we need to find out
more about this guy.

- Anything at the apartment?
- Nope.

But there might be something here.

Charlie has another address.

I need to check it out.

I could swear
I've signed this before.

You missed a page.

No one's blaming you
for being distracted.

You're juggling a lot.

Do you want one?

I shouldn't.

(Both chuckle)

The kids?

Um, they're asleep for now.

Thank you.

So what's your story, Olivia?

What have you heard?

(Chuckles)

That you're a bitch.

(Laughs)

Kind of business I'm in,
you have to be.

Andrew used to understand that.

Used to?

Well, he and I were both
on the same page...

About business, about doing
what needed to be done.

You don't need to hear this.

Listen, this is the first
adult conversation

that I have had in a week.

Please, keep talking.

Just seems that, uh,
he's lost his killer instinct

ever since he and Siobhan decided

to suddenly stop hating each other.

It's not just me, right?

That was fast.

You don't happen to know what changed

between them, do you?

I have no idea.

But if you figure it out,
I would love to know it.

Well, it seems love
has made a sap out of him,

and now he's blocking me
at every turn.

Says he wants to be
a better man for her.

Next thing I know, he'll be turning

Martin/Charles into a soup kitchen.

(Little boys crying in distance)

(Sighs)

The boys.

Excuse me.

Oh, Siobhan.

You in a hurry?

Oh, um...

I got what I came for.

Okay.

(Door bell jangles)

Hello.

Thank you for coming.

Yeah, well... I can't say your
voicemail didn't worry me.

What's so urgent?

You know how it is.

Some nights are worse than others.

Yeah.

Sorry to rip you away from
whatever it is you were doing.

No, no, no. I was actually
just looking into

the Gemma investigation again.

(Fading): That cop who gave me
the cell phone records...

(No voice)

(No voice)

Siobhan? You okay?

Seems like you're somewhere else.

I'm here.

I just...

I'm overwhelmed by
how much you've done for me

these past few weeks.

Just... you've gone

above and beyond the call
of duty of a sponsor.

I'm just trying to figure out why.

Just a good guy, I guess.

(Rattling, latch clicks)

(Muffled grunt)

You've been amazing,
and I've been a...

Complete mess.

Dragging you into the disappearance,

and helping Malcolm get clean...

The gun.

I don't know what I was thinking,

asking you to dispose of that.

Well, the way you explained it,
it seemed sensible.

I never should have
made it your problem.

It was a mistake.

(Restraints creaking,
muffled panting)

I never should have
dragged you into this.

I mean, it's a stolen gun.

A stolen cop's gun.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but there are
ways to make it untraceable.

Ways I've already started to pursue.

It's more than that, I...

I should take it back.

Siobhan, I'm confused.

I need the gun.

What do you need a gun for?

I don't feel safe anymore.

{pub}Why don't you feel safe?

I just meant...

You know, Gemma's
still missing, and we...

And we don't know if it had
anything to do with me yet.

I just... knowing that person
is still out there, I...

I would just feel safer if...
I was armed.

Okay, Siobhan.

But it's not on me.
Not now.

It's with a guy who said
he could take care of

the serial numbers for me,
no questions asked.

I'm gonna need a day to get it back.

Wait, you don't have
to leave this second.

I mean, we still have to
finish our coffee. I...

I don't have anywhere to be.

I do. So...

(Lock rattling)

Charlie...

Thank you.

You're welcome, Siobhan.

(Cell phone rings)

(Grunts)

(Mutters)

Damn it.

(Siobhan speaking voicemail
message in French)

Siobhan.

She's onto me.