Gramercy Park: Gemma overhears Henry on the phone. When he gets off, she asks if everything is all right. He says that the bottom keeps falling out of everything lately. She suggests he makes more of an effort. He says he thought he was. "It's just so hard. This is how I define myself, and the thought of losing it makes me question who I am." Gemma's expression softens, as she thinks he's discussing their marriage. When he mentions his publisher is dropping him, she gets pissed. "You define yourself by your book, not by being a husband or a father? [...] God I'm an idiot. I'm going to the loft to pack up."

Warren Street Loft: Bridget shows up and tells Gemma she can't sleep with Henry. Gemma won't take no for an answer. "How is Andrew going to feel when he realizes his real wife is dead, and he's been sharing a bed with a drug addict, stripper, WHORE?" Oh yeah, Gemma's done her research. She whips out a folder full of information on Bridget, Macawi and all sort of goodies. Gemma reminds her that she can go to Agent Machado, as well as to Andrew. "I mean, did you really think this through?" Nope, not at all. That's why it's so fun, Gemma -- well, for those of us who aren't you. "Aren't you supposed to be pregnant for crying out loud. You have no right to do this to the people in Siobhan's life." Bridget says, "I'm trying to help them. My sister left behind a huge mess. I'm trying to clean it up." Gemma calls B.S. "Everything you've done has been self-serving." Bridget shakes her head and says that's not true. All right, I want Bridget to have managed to conceive in the past two weeks. There. I said it. I mean, imagine the soapy goodness when Andrew finds out that his wife has a twin who has assumed her life, and said twin is pregnant with his child, while said wife is pregnant with Henry's spawn! Anyhow, Bridget says she's not planning on being her sister forever and begs for a chance. Gemma says no deal. Do it by midnight, or else. "We both know you don't have a choice."