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MARCO: You like details, huh?

Just like the killer.

SONYA: It's how I work.

WADE: How's things at home?

MARCO: It is what it is.

KENNETH: We don't have to do

this.

ALMA: Well... it's what we

both want.

Right?

RAY: I want to get something

going down here.

You know what I mean?

TIM: I do.

RAY: Think you could set me

up with 50 to start?

TIM: It's gonna take me a

couple of days.

RAY: Sweet.

ATF AGENT: Good job, Timmy.

Snitchin' suits you.

SONYA: But I have a partial

match on a car that was sold at

auction, at Las Cruces,

five years ago.

WADE: Got a name?

SONYA: Uh, Jack Childress.

Lives out on McNutt Road.

El Paso PD!

Open the door!

He's been to Mexico.

Many times.

He calls them his "missions."

I will shoot you.

CHILDRESS: I believe you

will.

SONYA: You could've run.

Why'd you stay to shoot?

CHILDRESS: My job wasn't

done.

I meant to kill

the Mexican.

♪ I know this is just desire

MAN: Yeah, what do you want?

♪ So won't you stay with me?

Oh, if you stay... ♪

FRYE: God, that feels so

good!

I can't... I can't... I can't

feel my dick!

Guess what?

Where are my pants?

It is a little... it's a little

cold in the nether regions.

Daddy!

SANTI: Hey.

Give me your pants.

FRYE: Oh, shit!

For real?

I want those pants!

Give me the pants!

Yes!

Pants!

SANTI: Yeah!

SANTI: Pants!

FRYE: Pants!

Doh-doh-doh-doh-doh-doh!

You're rich.

Rich guys aren't supposed to

run-- oh, shit-- aren't supposed

to run out of drugs, ever.

SANTI: It's the great

equalizer, dude.

FRYE: Ooh, it's a buzzkill.

SANTI: Eh, we'll be across

and back in 20 minutes.

FRYE: Oh, no.

My passport.

It's in my other pantalones!

SANTI: Son of a bitch.

Go, go with Claudia Hot Tits.

I'll be back with the blow.

FRYE: Oh, yes.

Come here.

Oh, my pants.

Santi!

I salute you!

Bye-bye, eh?

Yes!

Ooh, yes!

Go get 'em!

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Andale!

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

HANK: 33 illegal weapons

found at your place, Jack.

You prepping for the end times?

CHILDRESS: Dialectics is my

answer.

HANK: Dialectics is your

answer.

We got a laundry list of charges

against you, cop-killing among

them, and that doesn't end well.

CHILDRESS: In your system,

no.

HANK: We also have a lot of

bodies to talk about.

SONYA: Lorraine Gates.

Cristina Fuentes.

Gina Meadows.

CHILDRESS: I don't know them.

SONYA: We found a bone saw in

your truck.

We're testing it for DNA.

CHILDRESS: Well, test away,

'cause... that's not my saw.

SONYA: Someone put them

there?

CHILDRESS: Well, yeah.

You guys invaded my land.

Strangers all over my property.

Who knows what you left there

or took?

Yeah, I've been stolen from

before.

HANK: What about the car

at Peter Meadows' house, where

he was killed?

CHILDRESS: Also stolen!

HANK: But you didn't report

it.

CHILDRESS: Who would I report

it to?!

You?

SONYA: Why did you want to

shoot Marco Ruiz?

CHILDRESS: The Mexican?

SONYA: Yes.

CHILDRESS: Equilibrium.

SONYA: But you had your

chance in the warehouse.

Why just kick him?

CHILDRESS: Yeah, my brain,

it, uh... it needs a rest.

SONYA: Why not shoot him

then?

CHILDRESS: I don't know.

MARCO: Hi.

GUS: Hey.

MARCO: Where are the little

ones?

GUS: At their grandmother's.

MARCO: Oh.

And this dress?

GUS: Es Alma's.

She's going to a party.

So, I heard you catched the

killer.

MARCO: Oh, yeah.

Yes, yes, yes.

You proud of your father?

GUS: That is cool.

I mean, your marriage is

falling apart but congrats.

MARCO: Everything's gonna be

fine, Gus.

GUS: This is how it started

with my mom.

You stopped coming home.

And after the divorce, I barely

saw you.

MARCO: I... was working.

I-I...

GUS: Yeah.

You remember the red bike you

gave me?

The one that got run over by a

van?

MARCO: Yeah.

For your tenth birthday.

Yeah, I remember.

GUS: I left it in the street

on purpose.

MARCO: Do you have any idea

how many kids would kill for a

bike like that?

GUS: But I didn't want a

bike.

MARCO: Maybe... I wasn't

there for you enough.

GUS: Maybe.

MARCO: You will understand

when you have kids.

It's not easy.

GUS: Yeah, you sound like my

friend Zina.

MARCO: There you go.

That's a smart kid.

You should stick with her.

GUS: No, calm down, no.

She's just a friend.

MARCO: You know, you can talk

to me about stuff, right?

Anything.

You know that.

I would like it if we... talked

more.

GUS: Okay.

MARCO: Okay.

SONYA: Something's off.

HANK: He's a lunatic.

A lot is off.

SONYA: It just doesn't make

any sense to me that he didn't

shoot Marco at the money drop.

HANK: His brain is scrambled.

You read the notebooks.

SONYA: Yes.

HANK: And he quoted his

writings to Daniel Frye.

Dialectics and that nonsense.

SONYA: I know.

HANK: Hey... we got him.

It's a good thing. Enjoy.

Hey, Miss Kitty.

KITTY: Yeah.

HANK: May I please have a

cigarette?

KITTY: I thought you quit.

HANK: I did, but, uh, we're

gonna smoke a victory cigarette.

Come on.

SONYA: You said people stole

from you.

CHILDRESS: That's right.

SONYA: Did they steal your

notebooks?

CHILDRESS: Hell, yeah.

I used to get harassed by law

enforcement all the time.

They'd raid me and... take my

stuff.

SONYA: 'Cause you were

hunting immigrants.

CHILDRESS: Not hunting.

Tracking.

Escorting.

...difference.

SONYA: So who harassed you?

Cops?

CHILDRESS: And Feds.

Feds, well, they-they... stormed

my place and hauled off my

things.

Did they give some of 'em back?

Yeah.

But some... things...

including my...

key writings...

they kept.

SONYA: That right?

CHILDRESS: Power tripping.

Human nature.

SONYA: Mm.

I don't think that's true.

CHILDRESS: "Slaves dream not

of freedom but of becoming

masters."

RAY: Holy smokes, it's

Vanilla Ice.

TIM: Ray Ray.

How do you like my cover?

RAY: "Ice Ice Baby."

RAY: Nice, I'm glad this all

worked out.

TIM: Brother, do I ever let

you down?

RAY: Never.

TIM: And don't you forget it.

RAY: Whew. Oof!

All right, what do you say we

unload and grab a couple of

beers before we hit the road to

Mexico.

TIM: Whoa, whoa, slow your

roll there, pal.

This is as far as I go.

RAY: What do you mean?

I thought we were in this

together.

TIM: That wasn't the deal,

amigo.

I deliver.

You want to move it again,

do it your own self, comprende?

SONYA: David.

David Tate.

Hey. Where's Hank?

KITTY: Oh, my favorite

blouse.

SONYA: Where's Hank?

KITTY: I stood in line for

two hours...

SONYA: You know, two's

a coincidence...

KITTY: ...on Black Friday on

this blouse.

SONYA: ...three's not.

KITTY: Yeah, no argument

there.

MARCO: Morning.

KITTY: Hey, hotshot.

Listen, the bosses want you

at the press conference.

And your girl's on

some new shit today.

MARCO: Hey.

SONYA: Something's going on,

Marco.

MARCO: What do you mean?

SONYA: We have a new person

of interest.

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

we have Childress.

SONYA: I'm not sure

he's the one.

MARCO: Sonya, he shot you.

SONYA: I know, I know,

but I think he's being

pointed to; set up.

MARCO: By who?

SONYA: There's this ex-FBI

agent who confiscated

Childress's notebooks

during an investigation.

Never gave them back.

MARCO: Which happens

sometimes.

SONYA: Sure. Same guy,

back in 2006--

partnered with Gedman.

MARCO: Okay.

SONYA: And... he was

a patient of Dr. Meadows.

I mean, that's three

direct links in an hour.

All roads lead back

to David Tate.

MARCO: David Tate?

FBI?

SONYA: You know him?

MARCO: We worked together

on a task force.

SONYA: Well, does he fit

the profile?

MARCO: It doesn't matter.

David Tate's dead.

ADRIANA: Hey.

How you feeling?

FRYE: Like a guy

who just had a big-ass seizure.

ADRIANA: Why don't you stay

home a while?

FRYE: 'Cause there are more

distractions here.

Um... this is for you.

ADRIANA: What is it?

FRYE: Your Christmas bonus.

ADRIANA: Biblioteca Sol?

FRYE: Write a puff piece.

Drink some champagne,

get a glimpse of the good life

in Juarez.

Apparently, there is

such a thing.

ADRIANA: You're passing up

a party?

FRYE: Yeah. If I go,

I will drink... a lot.

ADRIANA: So this is

the new Daniel.

FRYE: I hate him.

Have fun.

Don't let Santi, Jr. seduce you.

ADRIANA: You know him?

FRYE: That's my boy.

I've seen him turn a lot of gay

girls straight.

ADRIANA: Oh, you're such

a dick.

FRYE: Wear a dress!

You got a nice ass!

ADRIANA: A sober dick.

But a dick.

FRYE (sighs): Oh, my God.

SONYA: Yes, I know.

I know. Okay, thanks.

Hank thinks this is

a wild goose chase.

MARCO: Well, we do have

a guy locked up.

SONYA: Just need to make

sure that David Tate

is actually dead.

MARCO: He is.

I attended his funeral.

SONYA: You did?

MARCO: Yes.

SONYA: Was it open casket?

MARCO: No.

CELIA: Hello, pussycat.

MARCO: Hey.

SONYA: Buenas dias.

MARCO: Remember Sonya Cross?

CELIA: Buenas dias.

Congratulations on the arrest.

SONYA: Gracias.

MARCO: It was teamwork,

right?

CELIA: And now you're

investigating ghosts?

SONYA: We're not sure about

David Tate's death.

MARCO: She's not sure.

SONYA: He's American,

but died in Juarez.

CELIA: He came here

to blow his head off.

MARCO: Oh, my God.

He had a lot of problems.

SONYA: Like what?

Depression? Drugs?

MARCO: A car accident killed

his wife and son.

After that, yes: drugs,

drinking.

The FBI had to let him go.

SONYA: It says he left

a note.

CELIA: Yeah, but we don't

have it.

SONYA: And he was cremated

here?

CELIA: His sister-in-law

okayed it.

MARCO: Remember I told you,

"from the bowl to the mouth,

soup falls"?

SONYA: Mm-hmm. Yeah, right.

So he was unrecognizable.

They I.D.'d him with a driver's

license that was just on him.

It's totally possible that this

is not even David Tate.

MARCO: Sonya...

SONYA: It's possible.

CELIA: Yeah.

MARCO: What?

CELIA: We have so many

murders here, we hardly

investigate the suicides.

SONYA: Can I have this?

CELIA: Sure.

CHARLOTTE: Tim?

TIM: Hey, Char.

Long time.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah, I'll say.

TIM: You know, I heard you

were doing well, but, damn,

girl, you're frickin' rich.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah.

What are you doing here?

TIM: Just getting up

with my boy Ray.

CHARLOTTE: What's with the

ice cream truck?

TIM: Oh. Well... you know how

I like the little kiddies.

Joking.

CHARLOTTE (scoffs): Yeah.

TIM: Ray said I could stay

in the pool house.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, he did, huh?

Where is he anyway?

TIM: Oh, he's out

running errands.

You know Ray, always up

to something.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah... I know.

RAY (grunts): Tim sucks.

Tim sucks Satan's cock.

Tim swallows that sucksauce

like it's warm beer.

Okay.

Oh! Mother of pearl!

EVA: Are you thirsty,

my king?

RAY: What are you doing here?

EVA: I want to take care

of you.

I owe you so much, Mr. Linder.

I'm here to pay my debt.

LINDER: Debt?

There is no debt.

LIZ: I lost touch with David

after the accident.

Then he pulled a Kurt Cobain

down in Juarez.

SONYA: Did you ever see his

body?

LIZ (chuckles): I just told

them to go ahead and cremate

him.

The poor guy.

SONYA: You liked him.

LIZ: I felt sorry for him.

He lost his shit after Jill.

SONYA: I heard he had drug

problems.

LIZ: He had life problems.

He couldn't get over it.

SONYA: Why was your sister

going to Juarez at that hour?

LIZ: Cheating, per usual.

SONYA: She had a... boyfriend

down there?

LIZ: I never met him, but...

she was crazy for him.

SONYA: But she had her

10-year-old in the car with her.

LIZ: She was gonna leave

David.

My guess is they got in a fight

that night, she grabbed Caleb,

headed to Juarez.

SONYA: Never made it.

LIZ: Now I feel bad.

SONYA: Why?

LIZ: You're not supposed to

talk shit about the dead.

SONYA: It's okay to have bad

memories.

LIZ: Well, thanks.

RAY: I'm a man of my word.

Do I, uh...

Am I required to, uh, seal the

deal again?

GRACIELA: Seal the what?

RAY: Seal...

the...

deal.

GRACIELA: I don't know what

you're talking about.

RAY: The last time, you were

begging me for it and shit.

GRACIELA: Get out.

WADE: Why am I back at

Childress's place?

COOPER: Well, we got him dead

to rights, but now I got a bonus

charge.

WADE: Aren't you supposed to

be taking some lost time?

COOPER: Whatever.

I come out here, find a crack

in the cement bigger than my

Great Aunt Betsy's forehead.

Get construction out here.

They're bitching, moaning,

"Oh, Coop, it's nothing."

And then bang, they hit

something.

Is it a rock?

Is it a pipe?

Or...

WADE: Who the heck is this?

COOPER: Body was I.D.'d

as Kenneth Hasting.

Went missing in aught six.

MARCO: What's his story?

COOPER: He had a Minute Man

chapter, bumped up against

Jack's operation.

WADE: Dueling racists.

That's charming.

COOPER: Well, it all ended in

tears.

And with Kenneth underneath a

concrete slab.

SONYA: It doesn't fit with

the other murders.

COOPER: Come again?

SONYA: That is a-a petty

kill, a rivalry.

It's not our guy.

COOPER: Meaning Childress is

innocent?

SONYA: Not innocent.

COOPER: Well, yeah.

Because when Deputy Stokes'

brain matter spattered all

over Marco's face, I was pretty

damn sure you were there.

SONYA: What I'm saying is

maybe he was set up by David

Tate.

COOPER: David...

WADE: David Tate.

Who's dead.

MARCO: Right.

SONYA: According to the

Juarez report.

But no one I.D.'d him.

There's no prints, no suicide

note.

It's sloppy.

MARCO: That's Juarez.

Sloppy.

SONYA: He could have faked

his own death, so he could plan

these killings without

being detected.

COOPER: Oh, I know you're

shutting this down, Hank.

WADE: Sonya, it's

far-fetched.

SONYA: Hank, he's connected

to three victims.

COOPER: Oh, horseshit, Hank.

I mean, I'm sorry, but there's

got to be a limit to how much we

indulge our village idiot

savant here.

ADRIANA: Too tight.

SOFIA: That's how it should

be.

DANIELA: Whoa, hotty.

Where are you going?

SOFIA: Your beer drinking

boyfriend coming to pick you up?

ADRIANA: He's not my

boyfriend and he's sick.

DANIELA: Love sick?

ADRIANA: No, stupid.

SOFIA: It's been a while

since you had a boyfriend, hija.

ADRIANA: I'm going to

Santiago Sol's library opening.

SOFIA: Santiago Sol!

Pride of Mexico.

DANIELA: He's so rich, he

eats cereal with gold flakes

on top.

ADRIANA: And his top

engineer is killing girls

from Juarez.

SOFIA: That's just gossip.

ADRIANA: And he protects

them.

DANIELA: His son, Santi Jr.,

dated Jennifer Lopez.

He's so sexy.

SOFIA: You know what's sexy?

Saving it for marriage.

SOFIA: You find that funny?

DANIELA: Tell Santi Jr. I'm

waiting for him here.

ADRIANA: Yeah, yeah.

SOFIA: Dani, I'll pick you

up at the bus stop tonight.

ADRIANA: Don't walk alone.

SOFIA: Ah, mija, every night

I pray...

that you find a boyfriend.

God won't forgive you

if you don't.

KENNETH: We're just

colleagues at a work event.

No big deal.

ALMA: But we're not.

KENNETH: Well, that's the

party line.

Until you say otherwise.

ALMA: You're so easy to be

with.

KENNETH: I want you to be

comfortable.

ALMA: I shouldn't be.

But I am.

KENNETH: Well...

The other night, um...

day, actually...

ALMA: Yeah.

KENNETH: That wasn't just...

ALMA: No.

For me, either.

DARCI: Oh, thank goodness.

I was leaving you a note.

LINDER: I need to talk to

you, Darci.

DARCI: Yeah, and I need to

get to the CVS.

I got to buy one them there

shower seats.

Mom fell again.

Three times now, but will she

use a walking stick like a

sensible, normal human being?

Let's see.

Oh, no, she will not.

Wow, you going to church?

LINDER: There's some weird

stuff's been going on.

DARCI: Weird, Steven?

LINDER: I seem to have a...

a monkey on my back.

DARCI: Well, hells bells,

We all do.

LINDER: Uh, I need a few

days.

DARCI: Uh, impossible.

LINDER: No, really.

Um, I-I have to take a trip.

DARCI: Is this about that

girl?

LINDER: What girl?

DARCI: The one whose picture

you carry around.

I watch you, Steven.

LINDER: No. No. Uh...

DARCI: Well, what then?

LINDER: Just...

feelings and, uh, thoughts

that I need to sort out.

DARCI: Well, (sighs) sort

'em out while you're bleaching

the floor.

LINDER: No. No!

I'm sorry, Darci.

I can't be of service at this

time.

GUS: Sonya.

SONYA: Hi.

You looking for your dad?

GUS: No.

You.

SONYA: Oh.

GUS: Did you get the

chocolates?

SONYA: That was you?

GUS: Mm-hmm.

SONYA: I don't eat chocolate.

GUS: Oh.

My bad.

You okay?

SONYA: Yeah.

Just taking a break.

GUS: Oh.

Congratulations.

On the arrest and all.

SONYA: Thanks.

Um, Gus, I don't think your dad

would like you sending me

things.

GUS: Why not?

SONYA: Well, I've been

getting to know him, and I-I

just don't think he would like

that.

GUS: He doesn't have to know.

SONYA: I don't like secrets.

GUS: I guess it was kind of

crazy of me to-to think you

might like me, too.

SONYA: Uh...

I'm...

I'm-I'm not good with that.

GUS: With what?

SONYA: People.

Closeness.

GUS: Why not?

SONYA: Um...

I-I...

It's-it's just...

It's hard for me.

I-I just don't know what people

want.

You know, when to talk, when not

to talk or-or when to walk away.

I-I just don't know.

GUS: Well, I think it's hard

for everyone.

I'm the dummy who gave you the

candy you didn't want.

SONYA: I better...

See you around.

SANTI: Boring, right?

ADRIANA: No. You?

SANTI: Libraries don't really

rock my world.

ADRIANA: It's a beautiful

building.

SANTI: I'm Santi Jr.

ADRIANA: I know.

SANTI: You know my dad?

ADRIANA: Yes.

You're famous, too.

At least to my 15-year-old

sister.

SANTI: My dad sends me to

these crappy things so he

doesn't have to show up.

ADRIANA: Poor thing.

SANTI: Your glass is empty.

ADRIANA: I shouldn't have

any more.

SANTI: Boy.

Come here.

Look, her glass is empty.

ADRIANA: Gracias.

SANTI: So how do I know you?

ADRIANA: We have a friend in

common.

SANTI: Who?

ADRIANA: Daniel Frye.

SANTI: No. Don't know him.

ADRIANA: He said you were

buddies.

SANTI: No.

ADRIANA: I've seen a picture

of him on your boat.

SANTI: A lot of people have

been on my boat.

ADRIANA: But...

SANTI: You want to get out of

here?

ADRIANA: No.

RAY: Whoa.

Your hair looks sexy, baby.

CHARLOTTE: What are you

doing?

RAY: Just taking care of

business.

CHARLOTTE: What's in the gym

bag?

RAY: Laundry.

CHARLOTTE: You and Tim are

running some stupid scheme,

aren't you?

RAY: Stupid?

CHARLOTTE: Ray, I don't want

this.

You and your shady ideas.

RAY: No, no, no, hey, hey,

listen, it's not like that.

CHARLOTTE: I want to be

legit.

I want you to be legit.

RAY: I hear you, darlin'.

I do.

CHARLOTTE: Then whatever

you're up to, stop it.

RAY: Done.

CHARLOTTE: I mean it.

RAY: (sighs) Babe.

Come on, has ol' Ray Ray ever

let you down?

CHARLOTTE: A million times.

RAY (chuckling): Come on.

CHARLOTTE: And get Tim out of

my pool house.

TONY: Excuse me, boss.

We have a problem.

GRACIELA: Transmitter?

TONY: There's more.

GRACIELA: No way.

MARCO: Sonya, let it rest.

SONYA: What?

MARCO: Forget about David

Tate.

SONYA: I did.

This is Kenneth Hasting, the

body they found.

MARCO: No, that's David Tate.

SONYA: Marco... this is

Kenneth Hasting.

And he has a current driver's

license.

MARCO: That's David Tate.

ALMA: I have to tell you

something.

KENNETH: Okay.

ALMA: Well, it's bad.

It's gonna shock you.

KENNETH: Uh, I've been

warned.

ALMA: I'm pregnant.

KENNETH: Oh?

ALMA: And married.

And... out with another man.

KENNETH: And enjoying

yourself?

ALMA: Yeah.

KENNETH: Me, too.

ALMA: So messed up.

KENNETH: Yes, it is.

But...

ALMA: And you still like me.

KENNETH: And I want to take

you home with me right now.

Meet me outside in five?

ALMA: Yeah.

KENNETH: You don't recognize

me, do you?

SANTI: Sorry.

KENNETH: Oh.

Yeah, maybe you didn't check the

papers.

After what you did.

SANTI: Look, I meet a lot of

people...

Wa... What the hell?

KENNETH: Look at me.

SANTI: Wha...

KENNETH: There was a

hit-and-run on the Bridge of the

Americas, February 10, 2007.

SANTI: I don't know...

KENNETH: You were driving,

like an asshole does, clipped a

Honda from behind.

Flipped it.

My wife was driving that car.

My son was in the backseat.

They were both crushed.

SANTI: It wasn't...

KENNETH: You took my whole

life away.

Then just drove on, like it

didn't matter at all.

MARCO: Well, who knows?

HANK: He's not hiding

anymore.

MARCO: Hello, Captain, why so

many uniforms?

CAPTAIN ROBLES: They killed

a rich kid at his own party.

MARCO: Let me introduce you

to my boss.

CAPTAIN ROBLES: This cocky

American is not your boss.

I'm your boss.

MARCO: This is Captain

Robles, Lieutenant Wade.

CAPTAIN ROBLES: It seems your

serial killer crossed over into

Mexico.

HANK: Yeah.

This, uh, "cocky American"

would like very much to see

that bead.

CAPTAIN ROBLES: You have

someone in custody, no?

HANK: We do.

CAPTAIN ROBLES:

I guess everyone makes mistakes.

HANK: I would like for my

detectives to collect it,

please.

CAPTAIN ROBLES: You can trust

my people.

HANK: Asshole.

Señor...

JILL: I love you.

MARCO: Son of a bitch.

SONYA: Hey! You're

contaminating the crime scene!

MARCO: I knew Jill Tate.

SONYA: Friend?

MARCO: More than that.

SONYA: Sex.

MARCO: We had an affair

while I was friends with David.

SONYA: Marco, you should've

told me that.

MARCO: I didn't think it

mattered.

SONYA: We need to tell the

others.

MARCO: No, please.

SONYA: It's important.

MARCO: Sonya...

I know I was wrong not to tell

you.

SONYA: Were you still seeing

her when she died in the

hit-and-run?

MARCO: Yes.

SONYA: You're the man across

the bridge.

KENNETH: Tired?

ALMA: Not really.

KENNETH: Me neither.

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