Watching Ringer is like playing a game of musical identities. Half the fun of this mystery is trying to figure out who will lose their seat in the game first.

We start off with Siobhan, who has assumed a new identity. As Cora Farrell, she picks up Tyler at a bar, telling the international banker to meet her at her hotel "If You Ever Want a French Lesson." But poor Tyler doesn't get very far. Things were looking rather promising until suddenly Siobhan was and shoving him off the bed and out the door.

At first, I'm thinking perhaps she's having second thoughts. Not quite. Siobhan's nauseous and that's when it hits me. Siobhan doesn't know that she's pregnant. That's what makes this show so interesting. Trying to remember who knows what about whom takes all of my attention.

The most telling part is what Siobhan does as she holds the positive pregnancy test. She calls Henry and simply listens to his voice. So I'm guessing that means Siobhan believes that Henry is the father of her child and that she actually cares about him.

That little revelation makes me wonder if Andrew knows he's NOT the father because that will certainly come back to bite Bridget at some point. Well, that and the fact that she isn't really pregnant. I keep waiting for her to address that issue but I guess having armed assassins after her is a bit more pressing.

Taking the phone back from the bench is a gutsy move on Bridget's part, but she must figure that phone is her only leverage with whoever is after her. 

So... do you think Andrew is really hiding something from her when it comes to the building at 227 Pratt? Everyone is keeping so many secrets it's hard to tell.

Meanwhile, Bridget's apology at the end was heartfelt. I believe she has really grown to care for Andrew and she'd like to make it work, but it's unclear if Bridget is thinking in the moment or long term.

And what about Malcolm's predicament?!? He's the one guy who's done nothing wrong but is paying the highest price. It's a nice touch when the bad guys are so busy beating the crap out of him that they don't realize his phone is going off.  I kept wondering how long he could hold out. And then they pumped him full of drugs. I think the game is over for poor Malcolm.

Once again, Ringer took us on a wild ride. As with any good ride, when it's over I'm a bit dizzy and not sure which way is up. But I also wanna go again.

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