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Previously on The Bridge...

K: I'll let her go...

for a price.

SONYA: It's all over the

Internet.

MARCO: They're calling him

the Bridge Butcher.

WADE: She's got a day at

best.

COOPER: Frye just got the

call.

K: Who'll be making the drop?

FRYE: Gedman.

K: I look forward to meeting

him.

MAN: You Ralph Gedman?

GEDMAN: Yeah.

MAN: I'm supposed to give you

this.

MAN 2: Gedman... Gedman!

FRYE: Over here!

SONYA: Down there!

On the right.

She's alive.

FAUSTO: Two days since they

killed the Federale.

OBREGON: Yes.

FAUSTO: They're saying he's

not done.

OBREGON: Gringos.

FAUSTO: What the hell is

a serial killer?

OBREGON: Someone who kills

lots of people.

FAUSTO: Lots of people kill

lots of people.

Soldiers... terrorists...

presidents.

You think I'm a serial killer?

OBREGON: No way, boss.

FAUSTO: I kill lots of

people.

OBREGON: You're a

businessman.

FAUSTO: So?

OBREGON: Serial killers, they

do other things.

Rape, mutilate, eat their

victims.

They do sexual things.

Yeah.

FAUSTO: Then...

You're only a serial

killer if you enjoy it.

OBREGON: Yes.

MAN: Please...

FAUSTO: Okay, asshole.

Where's your cousin? Calaca?

MAN: I told you.

In El Paso.

FAUSTO: Where in El Paso?

MAN: I don't know.

I just know he was following

a gringo.

FAUSTO: Which gringo?

MAN: The one that stole

his girlfriend.

That's all he said.

FAUSTO: What is his name?

Give me his name.

MAN: Have mercy... please.

Linder.

He said Linder.

FAUSTO: Find me this Linder

asshole.

I... don't enjoy this.

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

MARCO: These enchiladas

look delicious.

ALMA: Who are you texting all

the time?

GUS: Zina.

MARCO: Ah, I remember that

girl.

She's very pretty.

GUS: Sí.

She moved to Laredo.

But she has read about your

case.

MARCO: Mmm.

ALMA: Mira.

You're getting famous.

MARCO: Get that, son.

SONYA: Hi.

Sonya Cross, El Paso PD.

GUS: I know.

MARCO: Hey.

SONYA: You don't answer your

phone.

MARCO: Sunday night?

Gus... go inside.

What are you doing here?

SONYA (quietly): I went to

the Palm Motel.

MARCO: By yourself?

SONYA: Yes.

They I.D.'d Ralph Gedman.

He visited Cristina Fuentes

every week.

MARCO: Okay, okay.

Have dinner with us.

SONYA: Gedman was a personal

kill.

Why else cut his head off?

And whose head's gonna be next?

MARCO: 20 minutes.

And then we talk about

beheadings.

ALMA: Trusting you not to

spill...

MARCO: Oh...

Everything is fine.

SONYA: Why do you keep

looking at me?

GUS: I don't.

I'm not.

MARCO: Gus has been following

the case on the Internet.

GUS: How is the girl from the

desert?

MARCO: Still unconscious.

SONYA: Mm, we're not supposed

to talk about that.

MARCO: Right.

SONYA: Mmm!

You left your wallet at

Charlotte Millwright's.

MARCO: Thank you.

ALMA: Who's Charlotte

Millwright?

MARCO: The woman on the

bridge.

Part of the case.

ALMA: Not very hungry?

SONYA: Doesn't taste good.

ALMA: Well, you don't have

to finish it.

LILLY: I don't want my food,

either.

MARCO: Eh...

ALMA: No, sweetie.

You do have to finish yours.

Open.

ALMA: That always happens,

right?

MARCO: What?

ALMA: You slept with that

woman.

MARCO: With who?

ALMA: I'm so stupid.

MARCO: I just went to her

house to have her sign some

documents.

ALMA: And lost your wallet.

Marco, get out.

MARCO: We're going to have

a baby.

What do you mean get out?

ALMA: I don't give a shit,

Marco.

Get out.

SONYA: Who's that girl?

KITTY: Came in last night.

Shoplifting.

SONYA: No one came to pick

her up?

KITTY: I don't know.

COOPER: Hey.

Fed nut huggers are hogging all

the info on Gedman.

SONYA: Hmm.

Find a bead?

COOPER: Bigger than the last

one, in with the money.

SONYA: You seen his FBI file?

COOPER: No, ma'am, but they

have.

HELLER: Give us a little

time.

SONYA: We need to see Ralph

Gedman's file.

HELLER: Look, he was one of

ours.

SONYA: He took that video of

Cristina Fuentes, and that is

the first link between two

victims and the best lead on

whoever's next.

HELLER: You'll get your

chance.

COOPER: There he goes.

Like I said, nut huggers.

SONYA: Where have you been?

MARCO: In the back.

SONYA: Sleeping?

MARCO: Yeah, Sonya, sleeping.

COOPER: Damn. Sorry, buddy.

SONYA: The killer knew Gedman

well enough to know about the

video.

MARCO: We dropped the tail on

Steven Linder?

SONYA: Yes, he's no longer

our person of interest.

MARCO: He's of interest to

me.

SONYA: Can we focus on the

killer?

MARCO: You can.

I'm gonna find this pendejo.

KITTY: Hey.

MARCO: Thanks.

COOPER: He got the toss last

night.

He needs to go get mad at

somebody.

SONYA: Oh.

Okay.

PETER: Where's your mother?

GINA: She hasn't been home.

PETER: How long?

GINA: Two days.

PETER: Jesus. That woman.

GINA: I didn't steal the

earrings.

They let you try them on, and I

just... I forgot.

PETER: Okay. I buy that.

GINA: How much was the bail?

PETER: More than your mother

can afford, and I'm gonna charge

her, believe me.

GINA: Can I stay with you?

PETER: No, honey.

Heather's not used to kids.

GINA: Okay.

I can walk.

PETER: I'll drive you.

GINA: No, it... it's fine.

PETER: I do have an

appointment in 20.

GINA: Bye.

PETER: Hey.

We're good, right?

GINA: Yeah. Right.

PETER: All right.

DOCTOR: She'll be unconscious

for a while.

SONYA: She still hasn't

spoken?

DOCTOR: Just a few words.

SONYA: Like what?

DOCTOR: "Help me," "water."

Like that.

FRYE: No, I agree.

Okay, bye.

SONYA: Who were you talking

to?

FRYE: It's none of your

business.

SONYA: Was that him?

FRYE: If it was, I would have

to tell you, wouldn't I?

SONYA: Doesn't mean that you

would.

FRYE: Mm.

SONYA: Two full days, and he

still hasn't called.

FRYE: That's my math, too.

SONYA: I don't understand

why.

FRYE: Maybe he's resting on

his laurels after he made you

and the Feds look like a bunch

of chumps.

SONYA: You do a lot of drugs,

don't you?

FRYE: What?

SONYA: Why?

FRYE: I'm not... I'm not

telling you that.

'Cause they're there...

and they're fun.

They make you hate yourself just

a little bit less.

Hey.

VALDEZ: Where's Eva?

LINDER: Who?

VALDEZ: You stole her.

LINDER: No.

VALDEZ: Sí, sí, sí.

I need her back.

MARCO: Steven Linder, I know

you're in there.

MARCO: Steven?

LINDER: Yeah?

MARCO: Detective Marco Ruiz.

Remember me?

LINDER: Yeah.

MARCO: Can I come in?

LINDER: Um, I prefer that you

didn't.

It's, uh, it's kind of a mess.

MARCO: I was thinking what

you said the other day-- that

you help people.

Are you helping anyone now?

LINDER: Um, I work at the

shelter.

MARCO: You go over the bridge

a lot?

LINDER: Some.

MARCO: 12 times last month.

LINDER: I like Mexican food.

MARCO: No white person goes

to Juarez that often unless

they're up to something.

LINDER: Oh? Like what?

MARCO: That's what I'm going

to find out.

LINDER: Okay.

MARCO: Okay.

You have a good day.

SONYA: I wish we could tap

Frye's phone.

MARCO: Would be nice.

SONYA: He's not going to tell

us if the killer calls again.

He wants the story for himself.

MARCO: Selfish.

SONYA: How long can they

stonewall?

WADE: Their property.

Could be a spell.

MARCO: I thought we were one

big happy team.

WADE: Hey, you know, I need

a root canal.

That's why I'm in a mood.

What's your excuse?

SONYA: He slept on a bench.

WADE: He did what?

SONYA: In the back room.

MARCO: I can speak for

myself, thank you.

Slept on a bench in the back

room.

WADE: Well, you got me beat.

SONYA: What was the fight

about?

MARCO: What do you think?

SONYA: How would I know?

MARCO: Sonya, you gave me

back my wallet right in front

of my wife.

SONYA: So...

MARCO: I dropped it in

another woman's house.

SONYA: You had sex with

Charlotte Millwright?

MARCO: Yes.

SONYA: You're married.

MARCO: Yes, I know.

Look, we're partners.

Partners look out for each

other.

That's an unwritten rule.

Just forget it.

Oh, man.

SONYA: Where are you sleeping

tonight?

MARCO: I don't know.

SONYA: I have a couch.

You can sleep on the couch if

you like.

MARCO: Hmm.

FRYE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa.

MARCO: What are you writing?

FRYE: Ask me no questions,

and I'll tell you no lies.

MARCO: I don't like to drink

alone.

FRYE: Well, I don't like

weird unannounced visits.

MARCO: We have things in

common.

FRYE: Oh, yeah? Such as?

MARCO: Well, Gedman--

the killer left me his head.

Left you his body.

FRYE: Very, very special.

MARCO: Did you see him?

FRYE: No.

MARCO: I did.

Sort of.

I feel like I can almost

describe him, but then...

nothing's there.

FRYE: I can hear his voice.

MARCO: What's it sound like?

FRYE: Hollow.

MARCO: Huh.

FRYE: Shit.

Ai, yi, yi.

MARCO: Sorry.

So sorry.

FRYE: This is where I work!

MARCO: It was an accident.

SONYA: She's talking.

What's this?

MARCO: Daniel Frye's phone.

SONYA: How did you get it?

MARIA: I walked toward the

road, and I saw a car.

MARCO: She says she saw

a car.

SONYA: What did it look like?

MARCO: What kind of car was

it?

MARIA: Don't send me back.

Please.

I need to get to Houston.

MARCO: Did you see anything

that could help us?

MARIA: Yes.

MARCO: Do you have family in

Houston?

MARIA: I have a baby.

MARCO: That won't help.

SONYA: What is she saying?

MARCO: Hold on.

Don't say anything until they

offer you asylum.

Understand?

MARIA: Yes.

MARCO: She wants asylum.

KENNETH: You going to the

library opening?

ALMA: I should.

I have to. Want to.

KENNETH: But...?

ALMA: But, um, I just haven't

gotten tickets.

KENNETH: You seem, uh...

distracted.

ALMA: Am I?

KENNETH: Yeah, what's going

on?

ALMA: My husband.

He's, um...

KENNETH: Is he all right?

ALMA: Yeah.

We're just not doing well.

KENNETH: Oh.

I'm sorry.

ALMA: Hey.

GUS: Hey.

ALMA: Kenny, this is Gus,

my stepson.

KENNETH: Oh.

I've heard about you.

GUS: You have?

KENNETH: She brags about you

all the time.

GUS: She does?

KENNETH: I'll, uh... I'll see

you back there.

ALMA: Okay.

How are you?

GUS: Okay.

I, uh... I wondered about a ride

over the bridge.

ALMA: Sure. Around 6:00?

GUS: I know you're mad at my

dad.

ALMA: Yeah.

GUS: He doesn't think about

anybody but himself.

You know, how it affects you

or... or me.

ALMA: Gus, you know you can

stay at the house no matter

what, right?

GUS: I can?

ALMA: Of course.

I'm not mad at you.

GUS: Because I-I could stay

with Tico-- it's-it's fine.

ALMA: No, no, no, no, no, no.

You stay home.

Okay?

GUS: Okay.

ALMA: Okay.

HANK: Yeah.

SONYA: There's a problem with

Maria.

HANK: Which is...?

SONYA: You tell him.

MARCO: She wants asylum

before she talks.

SONYA: She has information,

but he encouraged her to wait.

HANK: Really?

MARCO: She has a baby in

Houston.

She's been through a lot.

HANK: So she wants a visa.

MARCO: I'd like to help her.

HANK: Well, I know somebody

at Homeland Security.

SONYA: It's gonna take

forever.

MARCO: Oh, look, she needs

this.

And there's a chance that we can

help her.

HANK: So I'll reach out.

KITTY: Excuse me.

Detective Ruiz?

MARCO: Excuse me.

KITTY: Charlotte Millwright

has called twice.

What would you like me to say to

her?

MARCO: Um, I'll call her

back.

KITTY: Okay.

MARCO: What?

KITTY: Nothing.

Just seen it too many times.

LINDER: Oh, God.

SONYA: Hello?

PARTY GIRL: Is Danny there?

SONYA: Danny...?

PARTY GIRL: Danny Frye.

Who's this?

K: Daniel?

SONYA: Sonya Cross,

El Paso PD.

Call back. Call back.

SONYA: Sonya Cross,

El Paso PD.

K: You're working late.

SONYA: Yes.

K: How did you get

that phone?

SONYA: You don't like

surprises.

K: You talk as if

you know me.

SONYA: I understand you.

K: Maybe.

SONYA: I've been studying

you.

And eventually, I will find you.

K: We'll see.

SONYA: You knew Ralph Gedman.

K: Better than others.

SONYA: You knew his secrets.

K: I showed what he was.

SONYA: How about Cristina

Fuentes?

How'd you get the video?

K: I'm not special.

SONYA: That wasn't the

question.

K: If I knew, others know.

SONYA: What others?

K: Institutions know,

and they ignore,

and they protect.

SONYA: Gedman's institution?

The FBI?

Hello?

Hello?

Damn it.

MAYA: How's Will doing?

HANK: Oh, he's still fightin'

the good fight.

They got him stationed someplace

north of Jalalabad.

He can't tell us where.

MAYA: That's hard.

HANK: Yep.

Carmen's going more than

a little crazy.

MAYA: That why you're here?

HANK: No. No, I wouldn't

presume.

I'm here because of the woman in

the desert-- she's asked for

asylum.

MAYA: Ah, I bet she did.

HANK: And I could use her

cooperation.

MAYA: We talking U Visa?

HANK: Yeah. She's the victim

of a public crime.

MAYA: That's a tough one,

Hank.

HANK: She could help us catch

this guy.

MAYA: We have no dog

in that fight.

HANK: Yes, you do.

Homeland Security doesn't want

him out there making political

statements about the border,

getting everybody all riled up.

MAYA: I'll try.

HANK: Good. Clock's ticking--

can you try right now?

MAYA: Geez, you're bossy.

HANK: Not always.

MAYA: I'll make some calls.

HANK: Thank you very much.

MAYA: Okay.

HANK: Good to see you.

MAYA: Mm-hmm.

MARCO: Hey.

CHARLOTTE: Hello.

MARCO: Hi.

How are you?

CHARLOTTE: I'm fine.

Do you want anything?

MARCO: Uh, no, thanks.

CHARLOTTE: Actually, I'm not

fine.

MARCO: No?

CHARLOTTE: Do you know

Graciela Rivera?

MARCO (chuckles): Yeah,

everyone in Juarez knows her.

CHARLOTTE: 'Cause I'm mixed

up with her.

MARCO: No, you don't want

that.

CHARLOTTE: The night that you

were... over...

she strung up one of my horses.

MARCO: Yep, that's Graciela.

CHARLOTTE: Is she crazy?

MARCO: She'll burn your life

down.

CHARLOTTE: So what do I do?

MARCO: Wait.

Just... wait.

Power like hers...

snuffs itself out.

CHARLOTTE: Wait for how long?

MARCO: A year, two.

Until it's over.

CHARLOTTE: So I just let her

move these people through my

land?

MARCO: Eh...

Don't tell me too much, please.

CHARLOTTE: Okay.

So I take the long view.

MARCO: Just...

live your life.

CHARLOTTE: How's your life?

MARCO: A little rough.

CHARLOTTE: Thank you

for meeting me.

MARCO: I have to take the

long view, too.

MANDO: What are you doing

here?

Americana?

D-Do you want to come up?

I got beer.

SONYA: Where were you?

MARCO: Charlotte Millwright.

SONYA: More sex?

MARCO: No.

SONYA: Did you steal

Daniel Frye's phone?

MARCO: Ask me no questions,

I'll tell you no lies.

SONYA: That's against

the law.

MARCO: Maybe I took it

by mistake.

Maybe he left it somewhere and

I found it.

SONYA: He called.

The killer.

MARCO: And...?

SONYA: The FBI knew about

Cristina and the video.

That's what they've been hiding.

MARCO: That's why they won't

share their files.

SONYA: Well, they will now.

What am I gonna say to Frye

about this phone?

MARCO: Just drop it into the

"Lost and Found," El Paso Times.

Any luck?

HANK: As a matter of fact,

yes.

Got Maria into the system.

U Visa.

MARCO: Great.

HANK: Yeah. Yeah.

They're processing the papers.

You'll have them to give to her

in the morning.

MARCO: Thank you, Hank,

really.

It means a lot to me.

SONYA: All right, I'm gonna

go home.

MARCO: Yeah, all right.

SONYA: You coming?

MARCO: Oh. Yeah.

Thank you.

HANK: Good night.

SONYA: Good night.

GINA: Thanks.

Gracias.

MANDO: Sit.

GINA: What's your name?

MANDO: Mando.

GINA: I'm Gina.

Who else is here?

ESME: Who's the white girl?

MANDO: Get out of here.

ESME: But who is she?

MANDO: It's none of your

business.

Go to your room.

ESME: Stupid gringa.

CHARLOTTE: Well, hello.

Guess.

You dickhead. It's Charlotte.

Uh...

just, uh...

drinking wine...

thinking about that night on the

skiff...

you, me, Bartles & Jaymes.

MANDO: Hey, dude, I have a

rich white girl here.

We could get a lot of money!

Yeah.

Who's that?

ESME: It's me.

MANDO: Bring your car.

Hurry.

Where are you going?

MANDO: Es-Esme?

SONYA: Good night.

MARCO: Ah, good night.

Who did those drawings?

SONYA: Jim Dobbs.

MARCO: It looks like they

were made by a child.

SONYA: He's not a child.

He's brain-damaged.

MARCO: How do you know him?

SONYA: He killed my sister.

MARCO: When did she die?

SONYA: When I was 15.

MARCO: So young.

SONYA: She was 18.

Waitress at a truck stop.

MARCO: Yeah.

SONYA: Oh, there's lots of

violence off the highways and

rest stops and such.

MARCO: It was a violent

death?

MARCO: I'm sure you miss her

very much.

SONYA: Sometimes.

But she's gone.

GINA: What was he going to

do?

ESME: Kidnap you.

GINA: What?

ESME: Throw you in the trunk,

drive you somewhere, call your

parents for money.

GINA: Are you kidding?

ESME: No. They do that here.

GINA: What's that?

ESME: Eight girls were found.

GINA: Dead?

ESME: Yeah, dead.

He got them.

GINA: Who?

ESME: La bestia.

The beast.

That's what we call him.

The one who's killing all the

girls.

GINA: Is it one person?

ESME: One, two, a hundred--

no one knows.

So, he's just... the beast.

MARIA: I can go to Houston?

MARCO: You'll get to see

your baby.

SONYA: Now tell us what you

saw.

MARIA: Thank you.

SONYA: Excuse me. Please,

tell us what you saw.

MARIA: Yes. He was white,

but... I never saw his face.

MARCO: She couldn't see his

face.

SONYA: Uh-huh.

MARCO: Do you remember the

car?

What kind was it?

MARIA: I don't know.

I couldn't see it because I was

in the back seat.

But... there was a cage.

MARCO: Like a police car?

MARIA: Yes.

MARCO: She says, uh, it was

like a police car.

SONYA: Maybe he's one of us.

ESME: Don't your parents

wonder where you are?

GINA: No.

ESME: Why not?

GINA: My dad's obsessed with

his bitchy girlfriend and her

fake tits.

ESME: And your mom?

GINA: Just, uh...

messed up.

Here, take these.

ESME: Thanks.

GINA: I guess I'm going.

ESME: Don't come back, okay?

You could turn into a pink

cross.

GINA: Yeah.

Okay.

ESME: My sister's one of 'em.

GINA: She got killed?

ESME: Disappeared.

Took the bus to her factory job,

never come back.

GINA: Gosh.

ESME: Yeah.

RAY: Keep the change.

CHARLOTTE: You came.

RAY: You call, I come.

If you know what I mean.

CHARLOTTE: Oh.

RAY: Pilates?

CHARLOTTE: Yes.

RAY: Nice.

Look at you-- all hot widow.

You're smokin', baby.

CHARLOTTE: How's Tampa?

RAY: Buggy. Moist.

Is this your spread?

CHARLOTTE: The whole damn

thing.

RAY: You did good.

Now...

...let's have a few drinks, and

I'll show you my new tattoo.

SONYA: Hey, Cooper, this for

us?

COOPER: Yes, ma'am.

I'd keep that on.

FBI sent Gedman to the head

shrinker.

SONYA: Did they redact the

doctor's name?

COOPER: No, ma'am.

Peter Meadows.

MARCO: Let's go see him.

LINDER: Oh... oh...

FAUSTO: That...

is mine.

MARCO: Did you call in a

unit?

SONYA: No.

MARCO: This is Marco.

We need backup.

MARCO (whispering): Look.

You ready?

One, two, three.

SONYA: Show me your hands!

Show me your hands.

MARCO (whispers): Wait, wait,

wait, wait...

MARCO (whispers): Ready?

SONYA: Police!

MARCO: Are you hurt?

You're safe now.

SONYA: You.

GINA: I saw him.

I saw the beast.

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