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Previously on The Bridge...

K: You're working late.

SONYA: Yes.

K: You talk as if you

know me.

SONYA: I understand you.

You had sex with Charlotte

Millwright?

MARCO: Yes.

ALMA: Marco, get out.

MARCO: Get out?

We're going to have a baby.

What do you mean get out?

KENNETH: You seem, uh,

distracted.

ESME: Eight girls were found.

GINA: Dead?

ESME: He got them.

La bestia.

MARCO: Are you hurt?

GINA: I saw him.

I saw the beast.

RAY: Oh, yes.

Oh, God.

Jesus, baby.

You're gonna kill me.

It ain't ten years ago.

CHARLOTTE: You could've

fooled me.

I've been married to an older

man, remember?

RAY: What was that like?

CHARLOTTE: You want to know

how you stack up?

RAY: No.

CHARLOTTE: Let's just say

Karl had other talents.

RAY: Yeah, serious coin to

own a spread like this.

CHARLOTTE: That's not it.

RAY: Was it worth it?

CHARLOTTE: Put your pants on.

RAY: Oh, Char, I didn't mean

anything.

CHARLOTTE: No, I want to show

you something.

RAY: Okay.

The basement.

What's in there, a sex dungeon?

CHARLOTTE: Mexico.

RAY: Shit.

I'm guessing this was

Karl's idea?

Drugs?

CHARLOTTE: Immigrants.

We were broke.

I didn't know.

RAY: What's on the other end?

CHARLOTTE: A crazy,

psychotic bitch.

RAY: And you want me to deal

with her?

What the hell?

FAUSTO: Good evening, ma'am.

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

WADE: That's a big bead.

MARCO: A Colombian necktie.

Narcos do this to each other.

WADE: Yeah, but our victim's

a shrink.

He's not a narco.

What story is he telling?

COOPER: I put a patrol on

every street within a three-mile

radius, boss.

He pulled a Houdini.

We got nothing.

WADE: (sighs) How's that

little girl holding up?

COOPER: She's with Sonya.

WADE: Any word on the mother?

COOPER: MIA.

Still working on it.

MARCO: I'll let her know.

COOPER: He's pretty.

WADE: Pretty dead.

SONYA: You saw everything?

GINA: It was so fast.

I...

I don't know.

SONYA: Do you remember what

he looked like?

GINA: Yes.

No.

SONYA: I need specifics.

Uh, hair color.

GINA: Stop.

SONYA: Eye color.

GINA: Stop.

GINA: What's going to happen

to me?

MARCO: Uh, do you know

where your mother is?

GINA: No.

SONYA: We're gonna take you

to the station.

MARCO: It's okay.

You're gonna be safer there.

You should pack your bag.

MARCO: Made a mistake leaving

that car at the scene.

Is that a real police cruiser?

COOPER: No, guy must have

bought an '02 Crown Vic at

auction, tricked it up to look

like one.

The lab's all over it.

MARCO: Don't put that up.

Not while she's here.

COOPER: Copy that.

SONYA: Hey.

You have more photos of Meadows'

patients?

MARCO: Yeah, here.

You're welcome.

SONYA: I didn't say thank

you.

MARCO: Exactamente.

SONYA: Gina heard her father

talking to someone before the

murder.

WADE: You're thinking that

the killer was a patient, right?

SONYA: Maybe.

MARCO: Well, Dr. Meadows saw

a lot of cops.

WADE: Makes sense.

He was a network provider for

the health plan.

He saw a lot of El Paso PD,

DEA, FBI patients.

SONYA: Cop car, cop

psychiatrist.

WADE: Okay, look, what do you

say we all keep this law

enforcement angle between us,

all right?

COOPER: Yes, sir.

WADE: How's she holding up?

SONYA: She's a bad

eyewitness.

I'm not getting anything

from her.

WADE: Well, Sonya, she's

15 years old and she just lost

her father.

Go gentle.

Okay?

SONYA: I got her breakfast.

WADE: Good thinking.

SONYA: Here you go.

GINA: I don't think I can

eat.

SONYA: Would you like a glass

of water?

GINA: That's okay.

SONYA: Okay.

Take a look at these.

Tell me if he's one of them.

GINA: You're staring.

SONYA: I'm sorry.

GINA: No.

SONYA: Try again.

Please.

GINA: He's not there.

SONYA: Maybe if you ate

something.

GINA: Can I have a cigarette?

SONYA: Are you 18?

GINA: No.

SONYA: Then you can't.

Tissue?

♪ I rode my bicycle past your

window last night

I roller skated to your door

♪ At daylight

It almost seems like you're

avoiding me

♪ I'm okay alone, but you got

Something I need

Well, I got a brand-new pair of

♪ Roller skates

You got a brand-new key... ♪

FRYE: ...flush.

♪ I think that we should get

Together and try them on

To see... ♪

FRYE: You can do this.

You can do this.

ADRIANA: These are classified

FBI files.

Where did you get these?

FRYE: I told you, I have a

source.

ADRIANA: So the agent who

got his head cut off was

screwing a hooker who got cut

in half?

FRYE: Exactamundo.

ADRIANA: But the killer's not

random.

He hasn't called?

FRYE: Not since Marco Ruiz

jacked my phone.

ADRIANA: You don't know it

was Marco.

FRYE: It was him.

My phone just randomly

disappears, then shows up in

lost and found two days later.

It was him.

Same move I would've done.

ADRIANA: The killer's making

a connection.

FRYE: Yes.

ADRIANA: So what other

connections are we missing?

FRYE: I don't know.

ADRIANA: We should start with

Christina Fuentes.

FRYE: Yes.

Wait, back to Juarez?

ADRIANA: Yeah.

FRYE: Okay.

Bring it.

FAUSTO: Calaca was a good

man, but he had a weakness.

Not liquor.

Not cocaine.

A woman.

This woman ran from him.

And he chased her.

Worse, he chased her over

The Bridge.

And he did many stupid

things there.

Please...

MARCO: Hey, mijo.

¿Cómo estás?

GUS: Good.

MARCO: Shouldn't you be

in school?

GUS: No, I... I only have one

class today, so I thought

I could ride home with you.

MARCO: Well, uh, I've got to

work and...

GUS: When are you coming

home?

GUS: Are you coming home?

MARCO: I don't know.

It's up to Alma.

GUS: But this is the second

time you've done this.

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

no, no, that-that was different.

GUS: Different?

Okay.

It's your mess...

Fix it.

MARCO: No, no, no. Wait,

wait wait, wait!

Gus, wait!

Look me in the eyes.

GUS: Alma doesn't

deserve this.

MARCO: What happens between

my wife and I...

is not your problem.

Okay?

GUS: Yes. It is my problem.

Okay? Why would you do this?

MARCO: You know what?

Just go home.

GUS: No. No, I don't

want to go.

MARCO: Just be there with

your sisters, please?

Be there for me.

Help Alma... please?!

Okay, it's not gonna be like

the other time, I swear.

I promise.

SONYA: She can't I.D.

the killer.

I need more photos.

MARCO: Um, Gus, Sonya.

Remember each other?

SONYA: Yeah. Hi.

GUS: Hi.

How is the case going?

SONYA: Good.

We have a witness.

I need your dad.

MARCO: Yeah.

GUS: Okay.

Take him.

SONYA: Anything wrong?

MARCO: Mm... nope.

SONYA: Okay.

ADRIANA: Fuentes...

A motel girl.

She was in a death house on

Calle Parsonieros with 22

other corpses.

Well, half of her was.

SANTILEZ: I don't remember.

ADRIANA: Everybody remembers

Calle Parsonieros.

SANTILEZ: Miss Mendez, I did

not work this case.

ADRIANA: But do you know

who did?

SANTILEZ: Everyone who did

has either transferred to

another facility...

or is dead.

ADRIANA: Thank you for

your time.

FRYE: Oh, my God, can we

please get out of here?

No comprende, but that dude

looks intense.

ADRIANA: Yeah, it's more

than that.

SONYA: Find something?

MARCO: No.

How's it going with Gina?

SONYA: She can't remember

anything.

MARCO: She's been

through hell.

SONYA: The cut...

the Colombian necktie;

maybe her father was into drugs.

MARCO: I already checked.

He's clean.

Have you tried talking about

something else with Gina?

SONYA: Why would I do that?

MARCO: To get her to

trust you.

SONYA: She trusts me.

I'm a cop.

MARCO: Got a moment?

WADE: Yeah, come on.

MARCO: I was going through

Meadows' patient files

and, uh...

WADE: And, uh, you

found me... didn't you?

MARCO: Yeah.

WADE: Does Sonya know?

MARCO: No.

WADE: Good.

You want to know why?

MARCO: If you want to

tell me.

WADE: Everybody has their own

case that costs.

MARCO: Yeah... I have many.

WADE: This one was a girl...

18 years old.

Found her in a ditch.

She'd been raped and beaten

and...

What this guy did to her was...

Anyway, I caught the case,

and the mother was out of

the picture, her father was

missing in action.

So... the girl's little sister

came to I.D. the body.

She was 15 years old,

having to do that.

MARCO: You get the guy?

WADE: Yeah, it was a

truck driver.

His name was Jim Dobbs.

He looked really good for it.

I chased him to a motel half a

mile from the border.

And if you read the report,

it'll tell you that he reached

for a gun on the night stand.

Reports are funny things.

MARCO: You took him down?

WADE: Yes, well... I put a

bullet right in his brain pan,

but it didn't kill him.

No, it went "pshoo"!

So now he's got three hots

and a cot, courtesy of

the state.

Course he doesn't know

what day it is.

MARCO: So they sent you to

the shrink.

WADE: No, I sent me

to the shrink.

I was having a hard time

with what I done.

MARCO: He deserved it.

WADE: No, not Dobbs.

I could give a rat's ass what

I did to that asshole.

I was troubled with what...

what I did to the little sister.

See, I took away any hope she

had of getting answers.

MARCO: Her.

WADE: Sonya. Yep.

And I'd appreciate you keeping

this between us.

Yeah. Thank you.

MARCO: (sniffs) Yeah.

GRACIELA: You're too skinny.

Men don't like them too skinny.

RAY: I like her just fine.

GRACIELA: Monte?

MONTE: I like women in all of

their forms.

GRACIELA: What's the point of

this meeting?

CHARLOTTE: My partner and

I would like to make some

some changes in the

arrangements.

GRACIELA: Your "partner"?

RAY: Ray.

CHARLOTTE: From now on...

I don't know about anything

about the tunnel.

For everything-- and I mean

everything-- you deal with Ray.

GRACIELA: And who is Ray?

RAY: I'm the guy you're

dealing with.

Seriously, I'm reliable.

Truth be told, it's not my

first dope rodeo.

MONTE: Miss Rivera has no

involvement in narcotics

of any kind.

RAY: Ea-Ea-Easy there, Tex.

I'm really good at moving things

from here to there.

You know what I mean?

MONTE: Name, date of birth,

Social Security number.

If everything checks out,

it will be just like it was

with Karl...

but with Ray.

RAY: Nice doing business

with you.

GRACIELA: We'll see.

RAY: Adios, muchachos.

MONTE: He kept my pen.

SONYA: A sketch artist is

is coming.

GINA: Great.

SONYA: Gina, it's important

that you try.

MARCO: They want you in the

the garage.

Trujillo's having trouble

getting the VIN number

off the car.

SONYA: The Killer's way

too careful.

He's not gonna find anything.

MARCO: He still wants to

talk to you.

MARCO: How are you holding

up?

GINA

I don't know.

I can't remember.

It's...

it's like it was a really

messed-up dream or something.

MARCO: Yeah. I believe you.

GINA: You smoke?

MARCO: Yep, sometimes.

GINA: Can I have one?

MARCO: It's bad for you.

GINA: I know.

Please?

MARCO: One. But you can't

tell my partner where

you got it, all right?

GINA: Yeah, she's, uh...

she's pretty intense.

MARCO: Yeah, she is.

Deal?

GINA: Yes.

ADRIANA: Okay, I understand.

Of course, no names.

Thank you, I really

appreciate it.

FRYE: What's up with all this

spy-versus-spy bullshit?

ADRIANA: Look, if we keep

asking questions about

the Death House, we're gonna end

up in a scary place.

FRYE: That's what we do.

We ask questions.

ADRIANA: It's different

down here.

FRYE: No shit, Sherlock. Ow!

ADRIANA: The Calle

Parsonieros house?

FRYE: Uh-huh?

ADRIANA: Cristina was thrown

in there with 22 other bodies.

FRYE: Yeah.

ADRIANA: There was another

body in the house: Rafa Galvan.

FRYE: Fausto's brother?

ADRIAN: Yeah. There is no way

he could admit his brother

had been killed, so he made it

all disappear.

FRYE: How'd he do that?

ADRIANA: With the help

of the police.

Specifically, one Chihuahua

State Police detective.

FRYE: Marco Ruiz?

ADRIAN: You tell me.

He was assigned the case,

and the case disappeared.

FRYE: And that, that brings

us back to Fausto.

ADRIANA: Which is what I

wanted to show you.

FRYE: Oh...

my God.

ADRIANA: This is what

Fausto does to a sicario that

pisses him off.

What do you think he'll do

to you if he finds out you're

asking questions?

FRYE: Why don't they cut him

down?

ADRIANA: They're afraid of

Fausto.

FRYE: I'm not afraid.

Are you?

ADRIANA: Yeah, I am.

FRYE: You still want to

work the story?

ADRIANA: Hell, yeah.

FRYE: Good.

Give me your phone.

SONYA: What about his cheeks?

Full? Hollow?

GINA: I don't know.

It was dark.

I was hiding.

I only saw him for a second.

SONYA: How about his hair?

Long? Short?

GINA: Look, I don't know!

All right?

I don't know!

I don't.

It was so fast and I was so

scared!

I can't remember!

MARCO: I think we should take

a break.

SONYA: Okay.

MARCO: Go on.

MARCO: You can't push her

like that.

She saw something terrible.

Something she'll never forget.

SONYA: I know but she has to

remember his face.

COOPER: Sorry, Gina's mother

is here.

SONYA: Oh, good.

COOPER: Not necessarily.

She's with Hank.

WADE: Mrs. Meadows, this is

is Detective Cross and

Detective Ruiz.

They've been talking to Gina.

MRS. MEADOWS: How is she?

MARCO: Oh, she's fine.

She's helping us identify your

husband's killer.

MRS. MEADOWS: Ex-husband.

I'm-I'm gonna take Gina home.

WADE: Well, I don't think

that's a good idea.

MRS. MEADOWS: What are you

talking about?

SONYA: You're on drugs.

MARCO: What she means is

that Gina's safer here with us.

SONYA: You're supposed to

take care of your daughter.

WADE (firmly): Sonya...

SONYA: Oxycontin?

WADE: Are you using, ma'am?

SONYA: Your husband couldn't

get you help?

MRS. MEADOWS: Help?

Peter gave me my first

prescription for oxy.

MARCO: Did he write

prescriptions for other people?

MRS. MEADOWS: Isn't that what

this is all about?

That house didn't get paid for

by doing contract work for the

county health plan.

SONYA: Okay, Meadows sells

drugs, so he's killed like a

narco.

Gedman uses prostitutes, so he's

beheaded.

Illegals poisoned.

A judge and a prostitute

bisected.

WADE: It's all over the

place.

It's personal, it's political.

It doesn't make any sense.

SONYA: It does.

It does to him.

Maybe Gina knew what her father

was into...

MARCO: Not now, Sonya.

WADE: Marco's right.

If you press her now, you're

not gonna get anything.

Burgers, chili, onions,

heartburn-- come on, my treat.

SONYA: We don't have time to

eat, Hank.

WADE: Yes, we do, Sonya.

Yes, we do.

Marco, you coming?

MARCO: I got to take care

of something at home.

KENNETH: Sooner or later,

you're gonna have to answer

that.

ALMA: For now, I'll talk

later.

KENNETH: Cheers to that.

It gets better.

You know, I mean, the end is

always tough, but then...

you move on.

Time passes.

And you just end up...

...different.

ALMA: But I don't know if

different's what I want.

KENNETH: Well, you'll figure

it out.

Just give yourself time.

ALMA: Yeah.

Thank you.

This feels so nice.

KENNETH: I'm...

I'm sorry.

ALMA: No, it's-it's okay.

It-it really helps me to talk to

somebody.

WADE: Pretty damn good,

isn't it?

GINA: Really.

SONYA: I don't like burgers.

WADE: Well, that's

Un-American.

Eat your freedom fries.

GINA: Did you get a hold of

my Mom?

WADE: We did.

GINA: So, she's picking me

up?

WADE: Honey, I don't think

going home with your mom's the

best thing for you right now.

GINA: Yeah.

She's got her problems.

SONYA: My mom was like that.

GINA: Really?

SONYA: Yup.

Her thing was cocaine.

And men.

WADE: Your mom can get clean.

GINA: She's tried.

WADE: Well, we'll gonna help

her try again.

Hey, if you're not gonna eat

that, I will.

GINA: I need to go to the

bathroom.

WADE: Okay.

SONYA: Her mom's not gonna

get clean.

She's going to Social

Services till she's 18.

WADE: Well, there are

different ways to coat that

pill, Sonya.

SONYA: I hated Social

Services.

WADE: Well, you didn't turn

out too bad, did you?

Excuse me.

Gina?

Gina!

Hank!

WADE: Hey, Gina!

Female, Caucasian, 15 years old,

black and white sweater, blue

jeans, brown shoes...

in the vicinity of Missouri

Avenue.

WADE: Hey, Sonya!

Gina!

SONYA: Gina.

Gina.

Gina!

Hank!

Okay, just hold on; hold on.

GINA: It was him.

Am-am-am I gonna die?

SONYA: You just hang on for

me.

Shh... shh...

GINA: I... I-I got the

eyes right.

SONYA: No, n-n-no, no.

No, no.

WADE: The ambulance is on the

way.

SONYA: Help.

Help me.

WADE: Shh... okay... shh...

SONYA: Don't touch me!

ALMA: What?

MARCO: I'm here to get

something. May I?

And the girls?

ALMA: They're sleeping.

MARCO: Y Gus?

ALMA: He left.

Get your things and get out.

MARCO: Listen...

ALMA: No. Don't tell me

anything.

Just the way you didn't tell me

you were going to sleep with

her.

If we talk, I say when.

MARCO: Okay.

I just want you to know

that I love you.

Hey.

SONYA: Gina's dead.

She ran from the restaurant,

and he got her.

MARCO: Who else knew she was

with us?

SONYA: Nobody.

Her mother, the FBI,

our people.

MARCO: He's watching us.

Are you all right?

SONYA: Yes.

I'm fine.

♪ Maybe too late to say...

ADRIANA: Figured I'd find

you here.

Are we following the story

or drinking the day away?

FRYE: I...

am drinking club soda,

because I am 48... oh!

Excuse me,

I am now 51 hours sober.

Here's to the next ten minutes.

ADRIANA: Good for you.

FRYE: Oh, yeah, I deserve a

merit badge.

Let's just work the story, huh?

ADRIANA: Okay.

So, the killer dumps half of

Christina Fuentes in a

Death House.

FRYE: And Marco Ruiz is the

lead investigator,

but the case gets buried.

ADRIANA: It doesn't feel like

a coincidence.

FRYE: The killer, he wants us

to know that Marco's dirty,

right?

ADRIANA: Maybe.

RAY: Ah, Timbo.

Right on time.

TIM: You know me, Ray.

Clockwork when it comes

to business.

How's Texas?

RAY: Interesting.

TIM: And Charlotte?

RAY: Smoking hot, horny.

It's rough, dude.

TIM: Oh, yeah, sounds it.

So, what's up?

RAY: I want to get something

going down here.

TIM: Yeah?

RAY: You know what I mean?

TIM: I do.

RAY: Think you could set me

up with 50 to start?

TIM: Oh... yeah, I don't...

I don't know.

RAY: I thought you said you

were the man in Tampa.

TIM: I am.

RAY: So?

TIM: It's gonna take me a

couple of days.

RAY: Sweet.

TIM: All right, take it easy,

Ray, or don't take it at all.

Later.

RAY: Later.

ATF AGENT: Good job, Timmy.

Snitching suits you.

TIM: You got what you want.

I'm good, right?

ATF AGENT: Oh, no, bud.

We are just getting started.

FAUSTO: Marco Ruiz.

MARCO: Here's your money.

It's all there.

FAUSTO: I never expected to

get that back.

MARCO: It's the right thing

to do, isn't it?

FAUSTO: Yes, but at the same

time, it might be very stupid.

MARCO: We've known each other

a long time.

You know I'm not going to take

your money.

FAUSTO: Ah, I see.

Always so moral.

Okay.

Too good for the business our

fathers started?

MARCO: No.

No, but...

We've taken different paths.

FAUSTO: No one will ever know

you gave it back, Marco.

MARCO: I'll know.

So will you.

FAUSTO: Here.

MARCO: And this?

FAUSTO: For whatever you

want-- a new car,

clothes for your kids,

a reward.

MARCO: Thank you.

But I don't want it.

FAUSTO: Money doesn't buy

everything, right?

MARCO: Good night.

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