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- Previously on The Bridge... - Who are you?

Marco Ruiz, Chihuahua State Police.

Who are you?

Sonya Cross, El Paso homicide.

Whoa!

Oh, shit!

White arms, brown legs.

There were two women on the bridge. Two different women.

- Cut in half? - Yes. Do you have a girl that matches this description?

Cristina Fuentes is only one of 250 girls

who disappeared last year.

So you have a serial killer.

There are five murders a year in El Paso.

In Juarez, thousands.

Why is one dead white woman

more important than so many dead just across the bridge?

What's in there?

- What is it? - It's a tunnel.

- Where does it go? - Across, to Mexico.

Karl was running drugs?

No, señora. Illegals.

I-I need to see it.

Cesar, I need to see it.

Who else knows about this?

Nobody.

Just Señor Karl and, uh...

- Who's on the other side? - I don't know.

I know this wasn't Karl's idea.

We should go back.

It's not good to be down in here.

What is that?

It's an altar.

What is it doing here?

Somebody died.

- Here? - Sí, señora.

There was an accident.

Just get rid of it. Board it up.

I don't think that's a good idea, señora.

Please, Cesar. I can't deal with this right now.

All right, out. Let's go.

Vamanos.

Fin del camino, folks.

This is as far as I go. Adios, amigos.

How about this deal? I don't scatter your brains all over the desert.

¿Comprende?

Do it the old-fashioned way and walk.

♪ Until I'm one with you ♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ Shall not ♪

♪ Pass through ♪

♪ Our love will be mistaken ♪

What would you do if you were locked in a car with a bomb

and had five minutes to live?

He didn't have five minutes to live.

Just imagine.

What would you do?

Would you pray for a miracle?

Would you make right with your life?

- I'd try to get out. - Yeah, but "boom"!

The bomb goes off.

Well, five minutes wouldn't make much of a difference, then, would they?

You want some?

No. I want to work.

Great. So let's go talk to Daniel Frye.

- You can't interrogate him. - I'm just gonna ask him some questions.

You can interrogate him.

Come on.

- Hey. - Hey.

Detective Sonya Cross.

- Oh, Detective Marco Ruiz. - You're the bitch on the phone.

Just doing my job.

- I could have died. - But you didn't.

Your car was used in a double homicide.

Yeah, and then the nut job stole my car and put a bomb in it.

Why don't you guys go find him, huh?

- We are trying. - Well, that's great.

- Then I'm gonna leave. - We searched your place.

Sit down.

Go on, sit down.

- You can't do that. - Oh, we can.

And we did. And guess what? We found your stash.

- The pills. - All right, what is this shit?

How did the killer get access to your car?

Let's see. I worked until about midnight,

and then I went over to the bar and had a couple pops

and went back to the office and I crashed.

- After that, I don't remember. - Hmm.

- Why is that? - Tequila.

Okay. So you've written about Judge Gates, right?

- You already asked me that question. - We're asking again.

Look, I write about a lot of things: immigration,

some professor grabbing another professor at the university, the cancer walk,

the building commission meetings, Puppy-Palooza.

Whatever crap story my editor wants, that's what I write about.

It's my job.

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?

Recognize that?

No.

You two have your work cut out for you.

Why did he pick you, Frye?

Why don't you two figure that out,

and then I'll write the story?

Huh? That's what I would call a win-win situation.

Oh, uh, for the record, officer,

your bedside manner sucks dog balls.

Why did you lie about searching his place?

We needed him to talk, right?

Lying's bad. He's not going to trust us now.

He's a reporter. You can't trust him anyway.

They lie.

What's that?

Sorry about the drama,

but it's hard to make oneself heard these days.

Cristina Fuentes died 14 months ago.

Nobody investigated. Nobody cared.

Just another dead girl, another pink cross,

another victim of the border.

Well, ain't that a well stacked brick of cow shit?

He's only getting started.

Yeah, looks like it.

I'm going to Juarez, Hank.

What for, Sonya?

- It's where the case is. - That's not a good idea.

I'm going.

She's here with me.

Sonya sends her regards.

Okay. Bye.

My wife says hi.

I didn't say hello. I don't know her.

You will meet her.

- She's very curious about you. - Why?

She wants to know how we're getting along.

How are we?

Good.

So far.

Is that why she called?

No.

Doesn't she know you're working?

Yes.

She just wanted to hear my voice.

Not everything is in the system.

Some stuff we just keep in the boxes.

Let's see what we have here. That's the file.

Hotel key.

You studied the case?

It's not my job.

It's okay.

The other victims were cartel killings.

Yep. Tortured, shot,

and dumped.

- Just business. - The men were all killed at the same time,

Cristina a month before.

Okay.

What's in the box that's not in the system?

Rafa Galvan, Fausto Galvan's brother.

So there was another body?

His body was taken from the morgue,

and his name erased from the system.

23 became 22.

I'm sorry. How does that happen?

Galvan made a call.

He didn't want his rivals to have the satisfaction.

- So you buried it? - Not me.

Capitán Alejandro Rosas.

Ah. You must be

Detective Sonya Cross.

Yes.

Welcome to Juarez, Detective.

Well, how are they hanging, Detective?

Muy bien. Muy bien, Capitán. Straight and true.

That's not what I've heard.

Oh. Perhaps you can show us how the Americans do it.

Oh, no, Capitán. The task force is only for Cristina's case.

I know what the task force is for, Detective.

The Chihuahua State Police doesn't promote fools.

Hmm.

Why wasn't this case investigated?

What case?

23 cartel members dumped in the same house as Cristina Fuentes.

22. Not 23.

- Isn't that right, Detective? - Sí, señor.

Okay, well, why wasn't it investigated?

Sí, señor.

Oh.

Nice meeting you, Detective

No, señor.

Sí, señor.

Sí.

You can't come in here and ask those kinds of questions.

- I'm investigating a murder. - No, no, no, no.

It doesn't work like that down here.

Is this about Fausto Galvan?

You're gonna get me killed. I have a family.

A man like Fausto Galvan can take my wife and my kids out into the desert,

burn them alive, and make me watch.

- What does he have to do with this case? - Nada! Nothing!

Why was her body dumped in that house?

That's it. That's it. I'm done here.

I'm taking you back. Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go, I said!

No!

Por favor.

Sí.

Uno Gringo.

¿Qué?

No.

Are you sure this is right?

Verbatim.

- You stumbled into a story, Daniel. - No shit.

- What was it like? - What do you mean? It was awesome.

So why did this nut job pick you?

I like to think he's a loyal reader.

- Okay, the police are gonna be watching you. - They already are.

We are gonna have to be very careful with this.

Come on. Grow a pair. Run the story. It's good.

You know, I haven't seen you in any meetings lately.

Just been going to different meetings.

You're a shitty liar.

Hey, Mendez, come here.

Okay, you're gonna be working this story with Frye.

- Bullshit. I am not working with some cub reporter... - Spare me the résumé recital.

You're gonna download the story to Mendez,

write the main story about the killer's manifesto

- without explaining how we got it. - Of course.

You're gonna write the sidebar about what it was like to be in the car.

"Did you piss your pants?" You know, that sort of a thing?

Okay?

File anything over 850. I'm gonna cut it down to size myself, okay?

You have one hour.

Go!

Car is clean. We still have nothing on the power outage on the bridge.

Cooper's traced the judge's credit card movements.

We got her buying gas. Security camera.

How did it go with you and Marco?

Good.

"Good" in as, you're working with him?

- He's mad at me. - How come?

I ask too many questions.

Yes, you do.

Does Carmen ever call you for no reason?

Yeah, she does sometimes.

His wife called when we were working

just to hear his voice.

It seems like such a waste of time. I...

- I got him. - You got... Oh.

We know Judge Gates stopped for gas in Sonora, right?

- Right. - She goes inside.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

He was waiting in the backseat.

- He must've followed her. - Play that bit again.

Excuse me. Miss Charlotte, there's a man here to see you.

I'm busy.

He's not going away.

Monte P. Flagman, Esquire.

- I'm very sorry for your loss, ma'am. - Thank you.

It's a lenticular. Stars and Stripes?

Turn it, you get the Lone Star?

My wife insisted on making her three-bean salad for the wake.

Looks like a cyclone blew through here.

You ever seen a real one up close?

It's a hell of a thing.

I'm sorry. How do you know my husband?

Did some legal work for him.

He never mentioned your name.

- This is about the tunnel, isn't it? - Yes, ma'am.

I want to make you aware of some obligations Karl had to my client.

Karl's dead.

You've come a long way since meeting Karl.

Waiting tables in Miami? Or was it the Keys?

It was Tampa.

Technically speaking, this is still Karl's ranch.

It could take a while for the estate to settle out with the lawyers.

Then there's Karl's daughter, Katie, to consider.

Those probate hearings can be kind of tricky.

What's your point?

Karl had good taste in horses. What'd he call this one?

Rio.

Those bloodlines cost money.

Horse like that'd cost you a hundred grand, easy.

My client gave it to him.

What is your client's name?

I'm not at liberty to say.

I simply want to point out there is a prior obligation

between your late husband and my client.

Okay.

See, I don't know if Karl told you, but he took a real bath in the crash.

Kind of got out over his skis, as they say.

I just wanted to introduce myself.

You have my card.

Cristina Fuentes.

Hmm?

♪ I hear people talking about ♪

♪ Their great big cities ♪

♪ How they claim to never ♪

♪ Go to sleep ♪

♪ Well, they haven't seen this small town ♪

♪ Raging on a Friday ♪

♪ Well, let me tell you... ♪

- Hi. - You waiting for someone?

No.

- Can I buy you a drink? - No.

Okay.

Hey.

Why'd you walk away? I just didn't want a drink.

Uh, okay.

You want to have sex with me?

We can go back to my place.

What... What, is this some kind of joke?

- No. Why, you married? - No.

Want to have sex? Yes or no?

Yes.

Good.

You're late again, Steven.

Yes, I know that. There was traffic.

They found that judge up on the Bridge of Americas last night.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I saw that.

It's just terrible.

Well, I mean, I don't know.

Maybe she had it coming.

Nobody has that coming. You don't mean that, Steven.

I know. No, you're right.

I guess that's just my politics.

What's new?

Valentina's got her court date.

Big John's talking about the river and Emmy Lou again and not taking his meds.

Mrs. Nelson wandered off. Toilet's leaking.

Felipe found a dead rat in the cooler, another in the storeroom.

When did she come in?

Night before last.

Refused to see the nurse. Possible 51-50.

Bowl of soup, and she was gone.

What happened to your hand?

It's nothing. You go on home now. You get some rest.

Make sure Felipe sets rat traps.

I will set them myself.

Drink first?

Okay.

Have you done this before?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

Faster!

Go fast!

Hey.

Gracias.

What the hell is that?

- Work. - "Work"? What do you do?

Detective, El Paso P.D.

You want me to go?

You want to stay?

You can sleep.

- What is that? - Corpse.

Yeah. Maybe I should go.

Okay.

Here you go.

Thank you.

- Sonya? - Hmm.

¿Qué?

Eh.

¿Qué?

Sí.

There's something there. Going back with Marco.

Yeah, there's a bunch of rocks there.

Did you stare at those photographs all night?

Not all night. I had sex.

I don't need to know that, Sonya.

Did you at least dance with the fella first?

Hey, boss, you see that yet?

It's the killer's message, verbatim.

How'd he get this?

I played it for him.

- Cooper? - What can I do you for, Hank?

I'm sorry, am I interrupting your snack time?

I'm just topping off my good bacteria, boss.

You got good and bad bacteria in your stomach, and they're at war.

Yeah, well, now they're in the trash.

I want you to follow this reporter.

Our killer chose him for a reason. I want you on him.

Like a hair on a biscuit.

Sorry, Hank.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Sonya, it's okay.

Just, um... Shh. It's okay.

- Just check with me next time. - Okay.

What the hell?

- Of course, I saw you pass by. - What is this?

Coyote. It was disturbing the crime scene.

- So you killed it? - Yes, ma'am.

Scare off other vermin, predators, what have you.

Yeah, can't have the crime scene contaminated.

- What are you doing here? - I was on a stakeout.

- A stakeout? - Yes, sir.

Killers sometimes revisit their crime scenes. I read it in a book.

So I've been watching.

Uh, good work, Deputy.

Yeah. As you can see,

I preserved the field of evidence. The blood's intact.

Thank you. Gracias.

I understand a task force is imminent.

- Yes. - I'd like to be part of it,

being I was first one on the scene.

We'll keep you in mind.

- You okay? - Ah.

It's, you know, migraine coming on.

Whoo! It's a head-buster.

- What's that? - A bead.

Don't worry, José. I'm gonna bury 'em.

Railroad doesn't have a leg to stand on.

Now, you go home, take you some ibuprofen,

get that pretty wife of yours to rub some liniment on your neck.

Miss Millwright. I see you found us okay.

This... is three-bean salad.

And this is money.

And I don't want it.

I was a hostess, not a waitress.

I stand corrected...

ma'am.

Vengan!

- It's a bead. - He left it for us to find.

There's a man here. He says he's responsible for the message.

Can we help you?

Excuse me.

Sir.

Good to finally meet you.

Don't move!

- Let me see your hands! - What's the matter?

Don't move!

I do over 33 impressions.

Community theater.

Maybe you remember me as Falstaff.

No. You're an actor?

When I saw the paper, I couldn't believe it.

Who asked you to record the message?

I don't know. The script came with a note

as to how they wanted it recorded.

No name. Just a P.O. box return.

And you didn't think the whole thing was strange?

The letter said that it was for an art performance or something.

How'd you get paid?

Money order, if I remember right.

Do you still have the script and letter with the P.O. box?

- No. - Why not?

It's been a long time.

Recorded it three years ago.

Howdy.

Give it.

Yeah, the car matches, the time matches.

It's the dude.

He said he's in Juarez for the señoritas.

So, you, uh, got your address there, amigo.

You know, I had no reason not to believe him.

We're good, right?

Hey.

- Want some? - No.

Aw, come on. You've earned it.

Front page of the local newspaper.

Wires will pick it up.

You think?

It's good. It's good stuff.

You sure?

No, I'm okay, thank you.

Hey, sorry about being such a dick earlier.

Why are you such a dick?

I was born that way.

Look. Hey.

How much you want to bet that's a cop?

With that mustache.

That hat.

That's weird.

- This is Frye. - Hello, Daniel. Are you listening?

Yes. It's the killer. Give me a pen. Pen, pen.

Um, yeah, I'm listening. No, just w-wait one sec.

Okay.

Okay, I'm ready.

- 31606... - 31606...

0251...

060206...

306.

Okay. Is that it?

Hello?

- That was the killer. - What did he say?

He told me to pay attention, and then he gave me this number.

Look, 31606, and then it just keeps going.

Give me the pen.

What the hell does it mean?

It's a GPS coordinate. Longitude and latitude.

How do you know that? - My father was a surveyor for Pemex.

- No shit? - See?

East of town, down by the border.

What do you think you're doing?

Buenos días, señorita.

Buenos días, my ass. I'm calling the cops.

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Shh!

- Where is Steven Linder? - I don't know.

He took something from me.

I want it back.

God have mercy on you.

Maybe.

- It's almost dark. - Better for the story.

"Two Reporters Lured to Their Death"?

Hopefully one of us lives.

The other one can write the story.

I smell a Pulitzer.

So what's your deal?

What are you, uh, community college?

- You write a blog or something? - U.T. Austin.

- Boyfriend? - What, you want to get to know me now?

Not really.

Oh, hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

What?

It says, "Go right."

It's just down here.

Down where?

Holy shit!

Oh, my God.

Aw, hell.

Dangerous crossing.

The fence forces them out here.

Nine bodies.

It's him.