Club Caged: Malcolm appears to wake and stumble his way out of the dungeon below and the club above, but it's only a dream. When he really wakes, he's still in his cell. He moans. He groans. I try to care. I moan. I groan.
Park Ave., Suppertime: Andrew makes Juliet apologize for ruining the wedding dress. Bridget thanks her, and says she's more worried about Juliet than the dress. Andrew explains they've had a little talk and things are going to be better, now. Juliet sets out to prove him wrong, and outs Bridget for taking the train to Brooklyn, to attend an NA Meeting. She makes it clear she's not going to rehab. "I'm not some low-life, degenerate addict loser." No, you're a spoiled brat degenerate loser. Whether you're an addict or just a substance abuser remains to be seen. Juliet slams the pamphlet down and swans off. Andrew asks Bridget to let him handle this. "Please. Trust me. I have a plan."
The elevator dings and Gemma arrives in the penthouse. She sees the addition to Shiv's portrait, and chuckles to herself. Bridget quietly freaks when Gemma tells Andrew she needs to talk to them. Bridget asks to speak with Gemma alone, but Gemma wants to talk to them both. "What I have to say is a game changer." This is all a misdirect, though. She just wants off the loft project. She pleads being overwhelmed. Bridget breathes again as Henry expresses his disappointment. Once he leaves the ladies alone, Bridget smiles and thanks Gemma. Gemma says not to thank her yet. Out on the roof/terrace/whatever, Gemma makes sure Bridget understands how badly she's been hurt by Henry's infidelity. "He was the love of my life. I gave my whole heart and he just crushed it." FORESHADOWING? Ahem. Sorry. I'm trying to be good. Gemma wants a divorce, but she doesn't want Henry to get a dime of her money. There's an infidelity clause in the Bickerson's pre-nup. If Gemma can get irrefutable proof that Henry cheats, she can get rid of him, while keeping her money and full custody of their twins. Gemma has made plans to be out tomorrow evening, and gives Bridget an ultimatum: "I want you to sleep with my husband, or I'll tell everyone who you really are." Commercial.
Park Ave., Next Day: Bridget stares at WHORE graffiti on Shiv's picture, and only just suppresses a Buffy boo-boo face. She starts scrubbing at it -- with her bare hand, which seems futile. I guess Juliet used lipstick or Cray-Pas or something, because all she manages to do is smear the red around. We cut to the bathroom. Now in tears, Bridget is holding a bottle of pills. She tries to call Malcolm. He's passed out in his dungeon cage, but when he hears the phone he struggles to his feet. He can't get to it though, so he just sort of slumps there as he face bangs against the fencing. Bridget leaves a message: "Malcolm, where are you? Why aren't your answering my calls. I'm suffocating. I can't do this. I need your help. Will you please call me?" Once she hangs up the phone she looks in the mirror and asks herself what she's doing. She closes her eyes and dumps the pills down the drain.