Hi, Ringer watchers. Your regular recapper Tim’s DVR malfunctioned for a few hours last night, so he didn’t get to watch the east coast telecast. I’m filling in for now at the last minute so that we have a post up. If my summary is filled with holes, I apologize — but this is just temporary, and please go ahead and discuss “Maybe We Can Get a Dog Instead” in the comments below.
Last week, Bridget had fainted upon seeing her former NA sponsor Malcolm show up a freed man on the NYC streets. This week, the show opened on her getting an ultrasound (agh!) with Andrew looking on, concerned about “their” baby. But it wasn’t his baby, nor was it Malcolm’s. There was no beanie baby at all. The technician pronounced an ectropic pregnancy and Bridget/New Siobhan told Andrew she’d been spotting but was afraid to tell him.
Andrew was upset after overhearing New Siobhan tell a rather sympathetic Juliet that she didn’t think she and J’s daddy would be trying for another baby. But by the end of the episode, after N.S. had shockingly shown up at Andrew’s business dinner in a show of support, N.S. had convinced Andrew she wants this marriage to work — “baby or no baby.” He actually seemed encouraged by this, despite his anger toward her earlier in the episode.
That dinner! Andrew had called up Tyler, Real Siobhan’s boy toy in Paris, and offered him a position as head of European operations. So Paris boy toy was sitting there, and suddenly Bridget showed up as “Mrs. Martin.” How did Tyler not freak out harder here? “I didn’t realize I was sleeping with the boss’ wife,” he muttered to Bridget. “Is that why you told me your name was Cora?” I would have had so many more questions. Like, wait a minute, were we on the same flight from Paris to New York?
Bridget/New Shiv just looked confused — about as confused as I was that across the table, Andrew had begrudgingly changed his dinner order from filet mignon to…orange roughy?!
NEXT: Bridget brings Malcolm to dangerous Chesire cat Charlie’s house