Paris, Day: Shiv, wearing ginormous sunglasses, finds Tyler at their bar. He doesn't want to hear her excuses, but she pleads for five minutes. She lies that Andrew found out she was in Paris and asked her to come back and work things out. Since they've been married for six years, she had to at least try. I laugh out loud when she adds, "I have a step-daughter," because clearly, Shiv was more of the Disney step-mother mold, than the Brady Bunch mold. Anyhow, Shiv keeps working Ty. Eventually, she tells him things with Andrew didn't work out. She removes her sunglasses, to reveal a huge shiner on her left eye. Tyler's all, "He hit you?" We flash back to...
Whenever: Shiv is staring in the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror. She steels herself and then opens it -- slamming the cabinet doorknob into her eye. I go throw up and then rock back and forth in the corner for six hours. When I was in the third grade, two of my friends were fighting over a pencil. I was, unfortunately, standing behind the one who won, and the pencil went into my right eye. My eye is fine, but my psyche isn't. I cannot overstate how deeply eye injury scenes squick me out. Gah. Anyhow, Shiv is hardcore, but we already knew that.
Back in Paris, Present: Shiv tells Tyler, "Andrew puts on a good face, but he's not the man you think he is." She blathers about Andrew's power and admits she targeted Tyler because he was a gateway to the insider information she needs. She then says that while she was just using him at first, she developed feelings for him. Tsk, Bad Buffy, that's not him; it's just his wallet! At any rate, while Tyler is somewhat mollified, he's not sticking around. Run away, Tyler. Run away.
New York: Malcolm persuades Bridget to call the cops and admit just enough of the truth about Gemma's cell phone to get them to investigate John. They're interrupted by Andrew, who still seems to have his soul, thank heavens. He greets Malcolm cordially, reminds "Shiv" about their dinner plans that evening, and wishes her a happy anniversary. The kiss they share before he leaves speaks volumes. They don't make out in front of Malcolm or anything. It's politely brief, but soft and yielding. Bridget gets all swoony faced as she watches him leave, then gives Mal a sheepish look. His smile is all, girl, you are so smitten! He nods and says, "Anniversary." Bridget returns his grin. "Six years already. Can you believe it?" Ha. They head off to call the cops.