When Andrew is outside alone, his phone rings. Gemma sobs as she asks him to meet her at her house. "I need to tell you something." Andrew says, "Yeah look, it's late." Gemma begs. "Please? It's an emergency." Commercial.

Park Ave.: Bridget, bearing a rag and a bucket, heads towards Shiv's photo. She starts scrubbing the WHORE off. She's soon joined by Juliet who holds up a spray bottle and softly says, "You're doing it wrong." So, girl, you do this every time Andrew and Shiv leave you alone for the weekend, and just forgot to clean up before you passed out, this last time? Juliet doesn't answer, but I can read her mind. Together, Bridget and Juliet work to get the WHORE off Shiv's face, but that's a little like getting the white off rice, no? I'd have given the show folding money if they'd only had Bridget turn to Juliet and say, "I can't believe I have had something so tacky hanging her for this long. Let's burn it and never let me be that vain again. She and Juliet would have become instant besties, I tell you what.

Gramercy Park: Andrew knocks on the Bickerson's door and calls out for Gemma. A shaken and breathless Henry answers the door. When Andrew tells him about the emergency call, Henry says Gemma hasn't been home all night. "Maybe she called from her office." Andrew asks if he can come in and wait for her, but Henry won't let him. "I've got some work I've got to do." What, clean up her blood? When Andrew leaves, Henry quickly shuts the door behind him and we get a look at Henry's task at hand. OH HOLY HEMOGLOBIN, BATMAN. He does have to clean up her blood. Or someone's blood. We follow Henry through the Bickerson's abode. There's a fallen lamp, a broken vase, an old picture of Gemma lying on the floor, and a (too perfect) bloody handprint on the wall. As Henry climbs the stairs, he passes another bigger, less artful bloodstain. Grrr Argh.