Wyoming: Macawi is listening to Malcolm's voice mail. We hear Bridget say, "Hey, it's me. My bag's packed. I have the money. I'm all set to go." He shuts off the phone, and speaks what I think is his first line in this show. "Where's Bridget all set to go?" If you hadn't been so hasty, and kept listening, you would have at least found out she had been somewhere that had something to do with Siobhan, Mr. Dark-n-Glowery. Malcolm lies and says, "I don't know. I didn't know what she meant. I swear." Macawi knows Malcolm is lying. Malcolm doesn't understand why they can't just let Bridget 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." Macawi: "Exactly, I don't like loose ends." Malcolm swears he doesn't know where Bridget is. Macawi then takes Malcolm's sobriety chip and considers it. "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?" Bastard.
Martin/Charles Financial: Gemma is there because someone asked her to come in and sign a sweep authorization. Obviously, Olivia has set this all up, but she pins it all on her assistant, Penny, to cover her own ass. She doesn't want Henry pulling his money out of her Ponzi scheme, so she's tattling that he's trying to pull the investment without his wife's authorization. Gemma obviously didn't know, but she plays things as close to the vest as she can with the snake. Olivia smarms all over her that it was probably just a little misunderstanding. She then dials her smile up to 11. "And tell me, how is your lovely father doing?
227 Pratt Street, NYC: Bridget walks into an obvious dump. What she's most interested in is the papers on the floor from the City, citing the premises must be vacated immediately, due to the discovery of asbestos. Bridget talks to herself, aloud. "Andrew was telling the truth. Maybe this place is worthless." She drops the paper and starts to walk out when she hears a noise. She gets a little spooked, and calls out. Creepy Guy from the cocktail party walks in. "Hello, Siobhan." He tells her to give him the phone and he'll let her go. Bridget takes out her gun and in her best Jack Bauer, demands, "WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?" but it's less threatening and far more pathetic coming from SMG, than from Kiefer Sutherland. Creepy Guy doesn't think she'll shoot him as he figures she doesn't want to deal with yet another dead body. "I took care of the first." Bridget decides to cut and run. Creepy Guy chases after her and her impossibly high heeled boots, but Bridget makes it to the street and hails a taxi, before he can even get out of the building. Once she's safely in the cab, she calls Agent Machado.