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THE BRIDGE 101 "Pilot" HD Closed captioned

OFFICER: What the hell's

going on?

OFFICER: No, it just

happened.

Everything went black.

MAN: We got juice.

MAN 2: Yeah... sir, they just

went back on.

How the hell should I know?

MAN 3: Holy shit.

Shut the border.

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

SONYA: Who are you?

RUIZ: Marco Ruiz.

Chihuahua State Police.

Who are you?

SONYA: Sonya Cross.

El Paso Homicide.

MARCO: You know who she is?

SONYA: She's American.

MARCO: Okay.

SONYA: Lorraine Gates, the

judge.

OFFICER: There's a gal asking

to talk to the cop in charge.

SONYA: She's American.

The car came from El Paso.

It's ours.

MARCO: Okay.

SONYA: Detective Sonya Cross.

You have information?

CHARLOTTE: No, we just need

to cross the bridge.

SONYA: Oh.

You'll have to wait.

CHARLOTTE: We can't wait.

My husband is having a heart

attack.

SONYA: This is a crime scene.

CHARLOTTE: We need a

hospital.

SONYA: The bridge is closed.

CHARLOTTE: Wait...

I-I can pay you to let us cross.

SONYA: Ma'am...

you can't cross.

There are rules.

This is a crime scene.

I can't let you through.

MARCO: What were you doing in

Juarez?

Don't you know danger?

CHARLOTTE: We were just

looking at some horses.

MARCO: What's going on?

PARAMEDIC: It's his heart.

Heart attack.

MARCO: Is it serious?

PARAMEDIC: He's old.

If he doesn't get to a hospital

soon, he will die.

SONYA: Officer... what was

the make and model of the car?

OFFICER: Don't know.

SONYA: It's your job to know.

OFFICER: Our job is border

security and interdiction, not

dead bodies, ma'am.

SONYA: The car would've

crossed over into Juarez...

OFFICER: And that makes it

Mexico's problem.

SONYA: Stop-- hey!

Stop!

Hey!

Stop!

Who authorized that?

Huh?

MARCO: I did.

SONYA: You compromised the

scene.

MARCO: Her husband was very

sick.

SONYA: What's your name,

again?

MARCO: Marco Ruiz.

SONYA: Badge number?

MARCO: He needed a hospital.

SONYA: There are hospitals in

Mexico.

MARCO: They're American, they

wanted an American hospital.

SONYA: Why does that matter?

MARCO: It does.

Here.

SONYA: No right.

This is a U.S. case.

MARCO: I don't need your

body.

Just this morning, I got nine

heads in the parking lot of

city hall.

SONYA: Why tell me that?

MARCO: We've got our own

dead.

SONYA: How do you let that

happen?

MARCO: Okay, muchachos.

The gue are taking the

body, I'm going back to sleep.

(Spanish conversation,

lively music blaring)

LINDER: For your tears.

EVA: Are you the one?

LINDER: Yes.

LINDER: I am the one.

EVA: No, I don't want to!

LINDER: Shh.

EVA: No, no, no, esperate.

SONYA: I'm done.

OFFICER: Whoa!

Oh, shit.

CHARLOTTE: He said it's a

routine procedure.

Nothing to it.

KARL: Charlotte...

Charlotte...

CHARLOTTE: I'm right here.

KARL: I saw the other side.

I mean the goddamned hereafter.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, I know.

KARL: Made me realize...

you got to get your life right.

CHARLOTTE: My life is just

right.

KARL: Charlotte...

I have to tell you something.

CHARLOTTE: Okay.

KARL: I don't love you.

I want a divorce.

HANK: Are you sure it's Judge

Gates?

SONYA: In two pieces.

HANK: Damn.

SONYA: The Mexicans didn't

want the body.

HANK: The Feds?

SONYA: They don't know yet.

HANK: Well, they will.

Border Patrol, DEA, ICE, FBI--

come morning, they'll all be

sticking their beaks in.

SONYA: It's mine, Hank.

HANK: Yeah, right now, it is.

So you know the Feds are gonna

want in.

SONYA: Can you protect me?

HANK: Yeah, I'll do my level

best.

How the hell do you work this

thing?

SONYA: What?

HANK: Lorraine Gates on the

Bridge of the Americas.

I think somebody's trying to

send a message.

SONYA: What kind of message?

HANK: Well, she's

anti-immigration, she believes

in the wall, anti-DREAM Act.

Hell, she don't like Mexicans,

thinks they ought to stay in

Mexico.

Have you told the family yet?

SONYA: I'm on my way now.

HANK: It's the middle of

the night and there are

children in that house.

SONYA: I know.

HANK: So tread lightly.

SONYA: Their mother was

murdered-- there's no other way

to say it.

HANK: Right, well, remember

eye contact, all right?

SONYA: Right.

I will.

KITTY: Good morning,

Lieutenant.

HANK: Good morning,

Miss Kitty.

How in the Sam Hill do you work

this thing?

KITTY: I just go to

Starbucks.

SONYA: When was the last time

you talked to your wife?

MIKE: She, uh... she was

going to Austin for a

conference.

SONYA: Flying?

MIKE: No, she drove.

I called her around 10:30 but...

there was no answer.

SONYA: She was dead by then.

MIKE: Excuse me?

SONYA: Wh-Which is...

is very sad for you.

MIKE: Yeah.

SONYA: Would you like a glass

of water?

MIKE: How was she killed?

I mean, what did they do to her?

Did...

We have two little kids.

SONYA: Would you like a glass

of water?

MIKE: No.

SONYA: I'm gonna need your

phone.

MIKE: Okay.

SONYA: Password-protected?

MIKE: I don't even know how

to do that.

SONYA: Any recent threats?

MIKE: Judges get lots of

threats.

SONYA: That's why I'm asking.

MIKE: She just made a ruling

against some Mexicans.

You know, stopping them from

standing on the corners looking

for work.

SONYA: Why?

MIKE: Why what?

SONYA: Why can't they stand

at a corner?

MIKE: Uh... it's a traffic

issue.

SONYA: You have a right to

stand on a public street.

And to signal by your presence

in that particular place that

you're looking for day work.

MIKE: What the hell are you

talking about?

SONYA: Any affairs?

MIKE (exhales): No!

Of course not.

SONYA: Drugs?

MIKE (sighs): Lorraine was

a mother, for Christ's sake.

SONYA: My mother used drugs.

MIKE: Okay, that's it.

Lady, I want you the hell out of

my house.

SONYA: I...

I'm sorry if I didn't exercise

empathy.

(video game weaponry firing,

explosions thundering)

MARCO: Gus.

Gus.

GUS: What?

MARCO: I can smell it.

GUS: What?

MARCO: Cómo what?

The dope; la mota.

Where'd you get it?

GUS: De Tico in school.

MARCO: Do you know who

Tico's uncle is?

Aurelio Guetta, hmm?

Ring a bell?

That's where your dope comes

from.

GUS: It was just a joint.

MARCO: Well, now you owe him.

Maybe his uncle will ask you to

make a delivery for him.

Drive him somewhere.

GUS: That's not how it is,

okay?

MARCO: Oh, no.

Así es como es.

That is exactly the way it is.

That's how you get caught up.

All right, esos culeros, they

reach out and get you like that.

Hmm? Como mosquito.

You're going across for class,

coming right back, all right?

No parties, no Tico.

Understand?

GUS: Okay.

MARCO: Okay?

GUS: Okay. If you say so.

MARCO: Yes, I say so, Gus.

GUS: Okay.

ALMA: Did you check on Gus?

MARCO: Yes.

ALMA: He's sleeping?

MARCO: Yes.

ALMA: He was very late.

MARCO: Ah, sí.

Maybe he had, um... night class.

ALMA: No. No, he didn't.

MARCO: No?

Well... I'll talk to him

tomorrow.

HANK: I don't know how you

stand this place.

SONYA: You learn so much

at autopsy.

HANK: Yeah.

So, uh, did, uh, you go easy on

the judge's husband?

SONYA: Yeah.

Well...

HANK: Sonya.

SONYA: I tried.

Anyway, he didn't do it.

HANK: No?

SONYA: Talked about all the

right things.

Gave up his phone, which he

doesn't even know how to lock,

so...

That's not the guy who wired the

bridge lights to go out.

HANK: That's a good point.

SONYA: Our guy has tech

skills.

HANK: Hey...

All right, meet you in there.

Got to warn Carmen she's waking

up to an empty bed.

DENISE: Morning, Sonya.

Okay.

Cause of death's right here.

Needle in the base of the spine

and into the brain.

Quick, easy, almost painless.

This is a good one.

Gloves.

You been by to see him?

SONYA: Not recently.

DENISE: Good.

Don't give him the satisfaction.

HANK: Denise.

DENISE: Get your hands

dirty, Hank?

HANK: Pass.

DENISE: All right.

SONYA: Perfect bisection.

DENISE: Keep going.

HANK: Denise, just come on

with it.

DENISE: Check out the other

half.

SONYA: White arms, brown

legs.

HANK: Two different women?

DENISE: This one's a Hispanic

female.

Late teens, early 20s.

HANK: Son of a bitch.

AGENT THORN: Passport?

How long were you in Mexico?

LINDER: A few hours.

AGENT THORN: What'd you

bring back from Mexico?

LINDER: Uh, just a smile,

Officer.

AGENT THORN: What were you

doin' in Juarez?

LINDER: Seeing a friend.

AGENT THORN: Yeah?

I got a friend in Juarez.

Ain't seen him in six years.

Ain't worth getting shot.

LINDER: Yeah, okay.

Listen, man, I...

I was there for the señoritas.

AGENT THORN: Anything good?

LINDER: Oh, it's definitely

worth a visit.

AGENT THORN: You have a good

night.

DR. BARNES: Charlotte...

CHARLOTTE: How is he?

MARCO: Yes?

SONYA: Is this Marco Ruiz?

MARCO: Speaking, yes.

SONYA: Sonya Cross, El Paso

PD.

MARCO: Mm.

The one in charge.

I remember.

SONYA: Were you sleeping?

MARCO: I do that at night,

yes.

SONYA: There were two women

on the bridge.

MARCO: You found another

one?

SONYA: No. Two different

bodies.

A lower half and an upper half.

Two different women.

MARCO: Holy shit.

SONYA: Did you find half a

body in Juarez?

Hispanic, late teens to 20.

You would have the upper half.

MARCO: Ouch!

SONYA: Something wrong?

MARCO: No, no.

I'm listening.

Cut in half?

SONYA: Yes. Do you have

a girl that matches this

description?

MARCO: Well, we have lots of

bodies, we have l-lots of parts

and... bones and, uh, skulls

and...

SONYA: It could be a year

old.

Her legs were frozen.

MARCO: Frozen...

SONYA: Yes.

Can you look into it?

MARCO: Of course, yeah.

I'll do it first thing in the

morning.

SONYA: Who can I call to look

into it now?

MARCO: ¿Oh, por que?

Oh, I'll do it.

I'll do it.

I'll call you back.

SONYA: When?

Hello?

Hello?!

ALMA: What's up?

MARCO: The detective from

El Paso-- I can't tell if she's

crazy or if it's just because

she's a gringa.

ALMA: Maybe both.

MARCO: Yes.

GUARD: Vamanos.

MARCO: Only the ones with

partial remains.

CELIA: We talking top half,

or bottom?

MARCO: Top. The gringos

found the legs.

CELIA: Everything okay

at home?

MARCO: Sí.

All good, thanks.

You?

CELIA: Same.

MARCO: Good.

CELIA: So now, you'll be

firing blanks?

MARCO: What?

MARCO: Did a memo go out

about my procedure?

CELIA: Everything working

good?

MARCO: Yes, working good.

Thank you very much.

Now it will be better.

CELIA: Haven't you heard

about the castrated tomcats?

MARCO: No.

CELIA: Los tomcats... ¿No?

MARCO: ¿Que? No.

CELIA: My brother's a

veterinarian-- the first thing

that happens is they gain

weight and sleep all day.

A wild predator turns into

a fat, sleepy pussy, just

like that.

MARCO: Okay, no, no. No, no,

no, no, no, no, no. Mira...

those are cats and they are

castrated.

I am not a cat and I am not

castrated.

CELIA: No?

MARCO: That's not the same

thing.

CELIA: Uh-huh.

It's your lucky day.

Cristina Fuentes.

MARCO: Good.

Print it, please.

MARCO: You, too, Hugo?

HUGO: It's not what you

think.

MARCO: It doesn't matter what

I think.

I need to see the captain.

So pick up that radio.

Tell them I need to see him.

HUGO: Marco is here to see

the captain.

Mira, look, Natalie's pregnant

again.

MARCO: Mm-hmm. Of course.

Good for you.

HUGO: It's out of my hands.

MARCO: No...

HUGO: We need the extra

money.

MARCO: Yeah.

MARCO: You're making a

dangerous enemy.

ROBLES: Marco.

MARCO: Sorry to bother you,

Captain.

ROBLES: Isn't it past your

bedtime?

ROBLES: What's so important

that you come to interrupt

our card game?

MARCO: They found two bodies

on the bridge.

ROBLES: Two?

MARCO: Two made to look

like one.

ROBLES: Let the gringos

take it.

In the end, it doesn't matter.

MARCO: It's that...

half is from Juarez.

ROBLES: Sit down.

Have a drink.

Play some cards with us.

Relax.

MARCO: No, thank you,

Captain.

I didn't come here to play

cards.

I want your permission to work

the case.

That's procedure, right?

FAUSTO: It's your bet,

Captain.

He's dedicated.

It's a good thing to have men

like that.

ROBLES: Go on.

MARCO: Gracias.

Buenas noches.

HANK: New Mexico, Arizona,

have any missing girls?

SONYA: Nothing that matches

our half.

HANK: Sheriff's boys are

looking for the judge's car.

I guess by daylight, it turns

up.

SONYA: By daylight, the FBI

is gonna be here.

HANK: I'll deal with the

Feds.

We're probably looking at some

sort of task force situation.

SONYA: Well, I want to lead

it, Hank.

This is my case.

HANK: You sure about that?

'Cause a case like this can

change you.

SONYA: I can handle it.

HANK: I'm not talking about

jurisdictional bullshit.

I'm talking about two chopped

up women.

It'll leave a scratch on your

soul, give you bad dreams.

SONYA: I don't dream.

SONYA: Sonya Cross.

MARCO: Cristina Fuentes, 19.

Came north to work in the

maquiladoras.

Partial remains...

¿Señor?

Partial remains found in a death

house with 22 others.

SONYA: Death house?

MARCO: Yeah, old buildings

where the Sicarios dump bodies.

Fill up one, find another.

SONYA: When was she found?

MARCO: About a year and a

half ago.

It matches.

SONYA: Can you send the file?

MARCO: I think it's better if

I come to you.

She's one of them.

SONYA: One what?

MARCO: The dead girls of

Juarez.

Just give me half an hour,

all right?

SONYA: No. That's not

necessary.

It's our case.

Hello?

Hello?

He's coming here.

HANK: Good.

SONYA: Why is that good?

HANK: Well, he's got a body

of his own, right?

SONYA: He doesn't care about

his.

HANK: He called you at 4:00

a.m. with her name, didn't he?

SONYA: Fine.

HANK: We got two bodies

directly on an international

border.

This case is gonna take us down

south.

Last time I checked that badge

on your hip don't mean shit in

Juarez.

I told you to use the ladies

room, Sonya.

SONYA: Yeah.

Next time.

EVA: What is this?

Where are we?

LINDER: Watch out for the

rattlesnakes.

They come out at night.

EVA: Help me, please.

LINDER: You can scream if

you want to.

There's no one around for miles.

LINDER: You hurt yourself.

EVA: Where are we?

LINDER: You're in a safe

place.

EVA: Ow! Ow!

LINDER: Hold still, please.

LINDER: You must be tired.

LINDER: Sleep!

LINDER: I'll be back.

EVA: Hey, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Don't go!

Please don't leave me here.

EVA: Hey... hey... don't go!

(indistinct announcement

over P.A.)

SONYA: E-mail would have been

quicker.

MARCO: But not as pleasant.

I brought you breakfast.

SONYA: Where's the file?

SONYA: Where are you going?

MARCO: Going with you.

SONYA: Why?

MARCO: 'Cause you've got my

file.

SONYA: My boss says there's

going to be a task force.

MARCO: Oh... probably.

SONYA: Sure you want to be on

it?

MARCO: Cristina Fuentes was

found six blocks away from my

house.

So, yes.

SONYA: This is C.A.P.--

Crimes Against Persons.

We do homicides.

He needs a day pass.

MARCO: It might be for more

than a day.

Good morning... Kitty.

KITTY: Good morning.

Who are you, hon?

MARCO: Uh, Detective Marco

Ruiz.

KITTY: Okay, okay.

Okay.

No comprendo.

Was born and raised in El Paso;

don't speak a word.

MARCO: Oh.

Sorry.

Uh, I said I will be assisting

Detective Cross in her

investigation.

KITTY: That ought to be

interesting.

MARCO: Why's that?

KITTY: Well, Sonya's an

interesting gal.

MARCO (whispers): I noticed.

KITTY: Yeah.

MARCO: Would you like a pan

dulce?

KITTY: Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm on a diet.

MARCO: The ones with walnuts

are really good.

KITTY: N... oh, hell, okay.

Okay...

It's just... Thank you.

MARCO: There you go.

Just keep it here for a coffee

break.

KITTY: Oh, all right, then.

Here you go.

MARCO: Thank you.

See you later, Kitty.

KITTY: I hope so.

SONYA: Can we start?

MARCO: Yep.

SONYA: You have your badge?

MARCO: Yup.

MARCO: Need me to translate

for you?

SONYA: No.

MARCO: Hablas español?

SONYA: Bastante.

MARCO: Oh, que bien.

SONYA: Can you sit?

MARCO: Uh... no, actually, I

can't.

SONYA: You're irritating me.

MARCO: Oh.

Then I just stand still.

SONYA: Why can't you sit?

MARCO: I had a procedure...

a vasectomy, a few days back.

I already have three children.

Two marriages.

It was time.

Do you have any children?

SONYA: No.

MARCO: Why not?

SONYA: Evidence is collected

but never processed.

MARCO: Huh. Yeah?

Yeah.

Yes.

SONYA: You drove here, right?

MARCO: Yup.

SONYA: Pretend that chair is

a car.

MARCO: So... sorry.

Okay.

I'll try.

SONYA: How was she killed?

MARCO: I don't know.

SONYA: Your name's on the

report.

MARCO: Yeah, my name is on a

lot of reports.

SONYA: There are no

interviews, not even with her

parents.

MARCO: There is a saying in

"From the bowl to the mouth, the

soup falls."

SONYA: What does that have to

do with this?

MARCO: Cristina Fuentes is

only one of 250 girls who

disappeared last year.

They go missing from the buses,

the factories...

Always 15 to 20 years old, dark

hair, beautiful.

SONYA: So, you have a serial

killer?

MARCO: No one knows.

SONYA: A-And no one tries to

find out?

MARCO: There are just...

too many.

And the chiefs...

they really don't want us to

investigate.

Easier that way.

SONYA: Easier how?

HANK: Hey, I'm Lieutenant

Hank Wade.

MARCO: Mucho gusto.

Marco Ruiz.

SONYA: His name is on the

report for Cristina Fuentes.

HANK: Thanks.

SONYA: But he didn't

investigate at all.

HANK: Well, now he gets a

second chance.

Sheriff's Department found the

judge's car.

SONYA: Where?

HANK: Off of Highway 180.

MARCO: I guess she's driving.

HANK: Yup.

Bit of advice.

MARCO: Yeah?

HANK: Buckle up, amigo.

MARCO: I will.

("Mississippi Breaks" by Mule

playing over stereo)

MARCO: This all we got?

SONYA: Tape's stuck.

MARCO: I can get it out.

SONYA: Don't!

SONYA: The truck was my

sister's.

She died.

MARCO: I'm sorry.

So, you like horses?

SONYA: No.

SONYA: Did you take money

from that woman?

MARCO: What woman?

SONYA: On the bridge.

To let her pass.

MARCO: No.

SONYA: They say you're all

corrupt.

Mexican police, you all take

bribes.

MARCO: Not all of us.

The cartels threaten everyone,

and...

sometimes, for some people, it's

a lot easier to just...

look the other way.

For a price, of course.

SONYA: They give you money so

you won't do the police work?

MARCO: Not exactly.

They tell you, "plata o

plomo."

"Take our silver, or take our

lead."

SONYA: So, you just let the

girls die?

MARCO: I do the best I can.

But the situation is...

SONYA: You should try harder.

MARCO: Of course I should.

CESAR: I heard about Señor

Karl, señora.

CHARLOTTE: Did you tell the

rest of the staff?

CESAR: Yes.

CHARLOTTE: Good.

Because I don't want to be

disturbed.

♪ Man come to shake my hand

And rob me of my farm... ♪

♪ I shot him dead

And I hung my head

And drove off in his car...

♪ So on the run

With a smokin' gun

Lookin' for the coast...

♪ Of all the things

I've had and lost

Your love I miss the most...

♪ And hell will have to pay...

♪ I went a little bit too far

I'd say...

♪ Half drunk, I stumble on

The whiskey from the bar... ♪

♪ And there's nothing

But the ground... ♪

WOMAN: ¿Bueno? Karl?

♪ It's the only place

I found... ♪

CHARLOTTE: Who is this?

CESAR: No one has bothered

you, huh?

CHARLOTTE: No.

This was in Karl's pocket.

Have you seen it before?

CESAR: No. Why?

CHARLOTTE: A woman called for

him.

He's gone, Cesar.

You answer to me now.

CESAR: Sí, señora.

CHARLOTTE: Who is she?

CESAR: I don't know.

CHARLOTTE: What about this?

I found it in his wallet.

CESAR: Miss Charlotte,

I don't know. I...

CHARLOTTE: You're lying,

Cesar.

What is it?

CESAR: It's better that I

show you.

Come.

CHARLOTTE: Where are we

going?

CESAR: It's just a little

further.

CHARLOTTE: I've never seen

this part of the ranch.

CESAR: Come.

CESAR: Down there.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, goddamn it,

Cesar, I don't like this.

CESAR: It's okay, señora.

Come.

There.

CHARLOTTE: Is that what the

key's for?

CESAR: Sí, señora.

CHARLOTTE: What's in there?

STOKES: Ma'am, you may not

want to look.

SONYA: Excuse me.

STOKES: Of course, it's

county jurisdiction.

SONYA: The case originated

with El Paso PD.

STOKES: Sheriff's Department

found her body.

Course...

SONYA: This is my case, not

the county's.

Step aside, please.

STOKES: Suit yourself.

SONYA: He drained the blood.

He's neat.

MARCO: We dealing with a

doctor?

SONYA: Maybe.

Where's her purse?

STOKES: Driver's seat.

Ah.

Everything's there.

Cash, credit cards, what have

you.

Did it all by the book.

SONYA: Did you pull her I.D.?

STOKES: No, ma'am.

SONYA: Then it's missing.

MARCO: Maybe that is his

trophy.

SONYA: Did Cristina have her

I.D.?

MARCO: I don't remember.

SONYA: Well, her parents

would know.

We'll go to Juarez, ask them.

MARCO: I don't think that's a

good idea.

SONYA: Why?

MARCO: Oh, you want to put up

your hoodie, tug back your hair?

Uh, I'm not taking you to

Juarez.

Forget about it.

SONYA: Would you like to

write up the scene?

MARCO: Go ahead.

COOPER: Judge Gates.

Boy, she needed

bent-over-a-couch, bad.

HANK: Yeah, well, she got

worse.

Half of her is in the Pecos

morgue.

COOPER: And the Mexicans

want in on this?

HANK: Their half is one of

the missing Juarez girls.

COOPER: Mm.

Well, putting up them pink

crosses sure as shit ain't

working.

This fella know about Sonya?

HANK: Know what?

COOPER: That she's a bona

fide whack job?

Have you seen what she keeps in

in the bottom drawer of that

desk?

HANK: No I have not, Timmy.

Nor do I care.

COOPER: Oh, Hank, listen, if

you've seen it, then...

SONYA: Marco Ruiz, Tim

Cooper.

COOPER: Well, buenas dias.

MARCO: Howdy, partner.

SONYA: You have the footage

of the bridge?

COOPER: I do. Went a few

rounds with those Homeland

Security jag-offs, but I got it.

HANK: Sonya, can I talk to

you a second?

COOPER: And it looks like

you're stuck with me, Detective

Ruiz.

MARCO: That's okay.

HANK: Have a seat.

What is this?

SONYA: Oh, um, I filed a

report on Marco with the

Mexican State Police.

HANK: Yeah, I see that.

SONYA: He compromised the

scene.

He let an ambulance drive

through it.

HANK: Because a man was

having a heart attack.

SONYA: Yes.

HANK: Sonya, I would have

done the same thing.

Absolutely the same thing.

No evidence was lost.

SONYA: How do you know?

HANK: Look, Sonya, you're

gonna have to work with

Detective Ruiz.

SONYA: I know.

HANK: Well, filing that

report is gonna effect your

ability to do that.

SONYA: Why?

HANK: Because people don't

like to be ratted out to

their bosses, that's why.

SONYA: Then they should

follow procedure.

HANK: You're gonna have to

learn to get along without me.

I can't be sweeping up after you

forever.

SONYA: What do you mean?

HANK: Well, there's a gal up

in Gainesville asked me to show

a couple of horses for her, and

and I think I'm gonna do it.

And Carmen wants to travel.

She wants to go to Paris.

I don't want to go to France.

I'd go to England in a

heartbeat.

I'd like to see their big old

clock they got.

SONYA: Wait, I...

You're gonna retire?

HANK: Well...

Yeah, I can't do this forever.

SONYA: What about me?

HANK: You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

I j... I just asked for the

paperwork, that's all.

MARCO: We got something.

HANK: What do we got?

COOPER: Son of a bitch knew

there were cameras.

HANK: Sure it's him?

COOPER: Timing is spot-on.

HANK: So did you run the

plate?

COOPER: Yes, sir.

HANK: That's Daniel Frye.

MARCO: What, you know him?

Who's that?

COOPER: Dick-wad reporter.

El Paso Times.

FRYE: I thought you were

across the border.

ADRIANA: Just got back.

FRYE: You're wasting your

life on that beat.

You know that, right?

ADRIANA: I'm wasting my

life, huh?

FRYE: Let me guess:

some Mexican shot another

Mexican?

Weird.

ADRIANA: No.

I was meeting a woman who helps

pregnant girls over the border.

It's for my piece on anchor

babies, you know, like the...

FRYE: I don't know, and I

deeply don't care.

And guess what, neither do the

15 other people that read this

rag.

ADRIANA: Well, I care.

FRYE: That's great.

ADRIANA (sighs): Sherry is

looking for you.

You have a deadline.

FRYE: Sherry can eat me.

Piece is on her desk.

ADRIANA: Where were you?

FRYE: Down the street,

reporting.

ADRIANA: Drinking, you mean?

FRYE: Are you my mother,

Adriana?

ADRIANA: No.

FRYE: Oh, that's right.

You're just a little cub

reporter.

Let's see, I've written for the

New York Post, the Houston

Chronicle...

ADRIANA: I know.

FRYE: So don't tell me how to

deal with a goddamn editor.

Got it?

ADRIANA: Fine.

FRYE: Good luck with your

Mexican baby story.

Sounds fascinating.

Oh, come on.

What the hell...?

Oh, shit.

SONYA: Daniel Frye's not

answering.

MARCO: What's his story?

SONYA: Pill-head-- he's been

arrested for battery.

MARCO: He organized enough to

freeze a girl for a year and

slice a judge in half?

SONYA: Well, it was his car

on the bridge.

What's going on?

OFFICER: We have a car

rigged with a bomb.

SONYA: A black BMW?

OFFICER: Affirmative.

Bomb squad's got it under

control.

SONYA: Excuse me.

MARCO: Excuse us, man.

SONYA: Officer!

MATTINGLY: Ma'am, fall back

please.

SONYA: The car belongs to

Daniel Frye.

He's wanted in connection

with a double homicide.

MATTINGLY: He's the one who

called it in.

He's trapped in there.

SONYA: I need to speak...

MATTINGLY: Ma'am, please.

This is as far as you go.

MARCO: Call him again.

Just... call him again.

FRYE: Hey... Hey!

The bomb is in the ba...

it's-it's in the back seat.

TOMMY: Stay calm!

FRYE: It's ticking.

It's going.

TOMMY: Stay calm.

FRYE: Okay, but i-it's got...

You gotta go. It start...

It won't stop.

TOMMY: It's very

important that you don't move.

FRYE: I'm not gonna move.

Just... hurry.

TOMMY: Windows wired in.

DAN: Possible motion control

activation.

Let's get the borescope in there

and take a look.

FRYE: Oh, my God.

Just go faster!

Just a little faster, please!

Hi. Hello.

SONYA: Daniel.

FRYE: Just please help me get

out of the car.

SONYA: Detective Sonya Cross.

Were you on the Bridge of the

Americas last night?

FRYE: What? What?

SONYA: Were you on the

bridge, yes or no?

FRYE: Uh, no, I was here all

night.

I don't know... I'm not sure how

that's gonna help me get out of

the car.

SONYA: Do you know Judge

Gates?

FRYE: Uh... uh, who?

SONYA: Judge Lorraine Gates.

FRYE: Just-just-just from,

like, uh... just from, like,

cases and stuff.

SONYA: What cases?

FRYE: Oh, my God.

It doesn't matter what cases.

Just... please, you got to...

you have to tell them that

the-the t... the ticker, it just

keeps going.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, put that thing

in-- put-put, put it in.

So, y-yeah.

Oh-oh, my God.

SONYA: How about Cristina

Fuentes?

FRYE: I am so screwed.

SONYA: Daniel, this is

important.

FRYE: Important?

I'm about to get my ass blown

up.

Can you please stop asking me

questions about a judge?

Thank you.

SONYA: Have you written about

Judge Gates?

FRYE: Um, oh, my God.

Um, yes, at some point I'm sure

I have, but...

SONYA: When?

FRYE: Stop asking me

questions and please just help

them!

You got to get me out of this

car.

Um... the, uh... the ti... the

timer just jumped a minute.

Hey. Hey, the-the timer just...

TOMMY: Abort.

FRYE: The timer just jumped

a minute.

TOMMY: Fall back.

FRYE: No, no, no, no!

Don't... Wait, wait, wait.

Bring it back!

Wait, wait. Excuse...

Y-Y... Don't leave me.

Wait, you have... you have to

tell them that I... that there's

still time.

No, no, no, no, hey!

Hey, you tell them to come back

here right goddamn now!

This...

MARCO: He's sitting on a

bomb.

No one can help him.

SONYA: So he'll tell me the

truth.

Daniel, you must speak to me.

FRYE: There's still time.

There's still...

SONYA: Do you hear me?

You must talk to me.

FRYE: Yes?

SONYA: Everything will just

stop.

The body will feel no pain.

FRYE: Are you sure?

SONYA: Don't look at the

clock.

SONYA: Do you know your

car was used to dump two bodies

on the bridge?

FRYE: No.

SONYA: I need you to focus.

Who would do this to you?

FRYE: I've screwed... I've

screwed over so many people.

SONYA: When? Recently?

FRYE: I'm not ready to die.

I'm just...

I'm just not ready to die.

SONYA: Don't look at the

timer.

FRYE: Okay.

MATTINGLY: That's it!

Cover up! Fall down!

SONYA: Frye's?

MATTINGLY: No, ma'am.

It was rigged into the bomb.

There's a message.

MAN (distorted): There are

five murders a year in El Paso.

In Juarez, thousands.

Why?

Why is one dead white woman more

important than so many dead just

across the bridge?

How long can El Paso look away?

We've got some interesting

times ahead.

This is only the beginning.

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