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Previously on The Bridge...
What the hell's that?
"Who is Millie Quintana?"
Rayburn National.
The finest bank cartel money can
buy.
We would like to discuss these
with you.
We're doing a story
on money laundering on the
border, and we have a few
questions.
Have you ever heard the name
"Millie Quintana," Mr. Delarge?
Oh.
Eleanor Nacht went to
see Delarge.
We know she works for Fausto
Galvan.
That links her to CLIO.
Our CEO.
Mr. Cerisola.
Detective Ruiz!
We're just here for
the dope, okay?
No comprende.
It's not yours, so
why die for it?
Miss Millwright?
I've spoken to Mr. Galvan.
He doesn't care about the
heroin.
So, we're supposed to
just go back and pretend like
nothing happened?
Not exactly.
There's a new job.
None of those men will
ever pay for what they did.
Nothing I say will stop it from
happening again.
Do whatever you
want. Kill me.
I don't give a shit.
Oh, you should give a
shit.
Here we go.
What are you doing,
David?
Do whatever you have to do and
tell me where my son is!
Do you ever think
about Tate?
He killed my son.
Of course I think about him.
That favor you asked
of me-- vengeance for your
son...
We are men of our word.
Isn't that right, Marco?
Everything okay?
You speak Spanish, right?
You should stick around.
Fight in the
cafeteria.
In need of immediate
assistance.
Prisoners, stand down!
MAN (over P.A.): Report to
the cafeteria immediately.
Prisoners,
stand down now!
On your knees!
Hands on your head!
I'm taking him
to the infirmary.
Turn around.
That's a nasty wound.
(man talks indistinctly over
P.A.)
You shouldn't have killed that
kid.
What?
You ready?
Just do it.
Don't worry.
I'm not the one that's gonna
kill you.
♪ Until I'm one
With you
My heart
♪ Shall not
Pass through
Until I'm one
♪ With you
Our love will be mistaken. ♪
Where are you coming
from?
Juárez.
Where are you
headed?
To Casas Grandes.
Running errands, you know.
They're clear!
Let them through!
You can sit up.
You went to see
Sebastian.
Finding Cerisola
was... a misunderstanding.
And your partner, the
Gringa-- what does she know?
She's looking for the
woman, Eleanor.
She won't find her.
Why? Is she in Juárez?
Sí.
You should make her understand
that.
So nothing will happen to her.
You brought me here to
threaten me?
My son, the eldest.
Angel.
I like bringing gifts for him.
At least, he didn't see it
coming.
The pain of outliving a son
never leaves you.
It never lessens.
But to find consolation.
There are ways.
The triggerman.
I cut off his eyelids so he
could watch me cut off his head.
It's been arranged.
Like we agreed.
You still want to do this?
When?
What time is it?
It's early.
I have to go to work.
You should get dressed.
So, I, uh, take it
we're not talking about last
night?
What do you mean?
I mean, is that your
usual thing?
No.
I just felt like it in the
moment.
Why?
I don't know.
We don't have to talk about it.
Okay.
What are you doing
about the funeral?
Nothing, actually.
I'd like to be a part
of it.
Well, there's no
funeral, no, uh, service.
I mean, I'm just having him
cremated.
It's fine.
I want to be there.
Okay.
Okay.
Um, can I have a
shower?
Sure, yeah.
I'll see you later.
May I help you?
You know, I hate
when they leave the bags in.
It's too much tannin.
Stains the teeth.
Good to know.
Buckley.
Alex Buckley.
What section are
you from, Buckley?
I'm not.
I'm from Langley.
That was quick.
You sent some hard
drives to EPIC for forensic
analysis?
We did?
My bad.
We would have found
out eventually.
Why don't you just
tell us what the CIA's
interest is in Rayburn National
Bank?
Well, we like to
think in terms of "what if."
Okay, what if a
U.S. bank was laundering money
for Fausto Galvan's cartel?
Every bank launders
money.
If we were in the business of
shutting down banks with bad
flow, we'd be hiding our money
under mattresses.
It's still a crime.
Scale is what makes
it a crime, Agent Rivas, and the
agency defines scale globally,
which makes Rayburn a drop in
the bucket.
I don't give a
shit about scale.
Fausto Galvan killed a federal
agent.
Jimmy Tecca.
You tell him you were sleeping
with Tecca's wife?
Bullshit.
Oh, so, Margarita
Monday at Chi Chi's followed by
an hour at the Knight's Inn was
what?
She was lonely.
It will stay in this
room provided that...
Just tell us what
you want.
There's a
corporation came up on the bank
hard drives-- Grupo CLIO
Internacional.
Okay.
Pursue your
cartel-laundering investigation
to your heart's content, but
Sebastian Cerisola and Grupo
CLIO are off limits.
And if I don't
comply, I wind up stationed
in, what, East Africa?
Sierra Leone.
Do you understand?
All I'm saying is, I've
seen it before.
They come up here with the best
of intentions.
They either wind up sold out or
dead.
I know.
Marco says he trusts him.
Well, I hope he's right
about this one.
Abelardo Pintado.
Muchogusto. This way.
Prosecutor from
Juárez.
Pleasure to meet you.
Uh, I'll be taking Eva Guerra's
deposition.
Where's Marco?
Um, I haven't seen
him.
He was supposed to
meet us here.
We should do this
now.
The longer I'm here, the easier
it's gonna be for the wrong
people to find out what we're
doing.
Let me call him.
He can catch up.
Come on, let's go.
Now.
Okay.
Marco, where are you?
We're getting Eva's deposition.
You promised you'd be there.
This is where you've
been keeping Eva?
Uh, yeah.
I didn't have a whole lot of
options.
I think she's safe here though.
What happens after she
gives a statement?
She can't go back.
Lieutenant Wade.
Bob.
Sir.
This is Abelardo
Pintado from Mexico City.
This is Detective Sonya Cross.
Afternoon.
Ma'am.
What are all these
women doing up here?
Well, this is a
sanctuary of sorts.
Hmm.
What was that?
Got a sow about to
farrow.
I suppose I should help her out.
Eva ready?
Uh, yes.
She's inside, Lieutenant.
Why don't you, uh, see
yourselves in.
If you sign an
affidavit, I can get a warrant.
Will I have to testify?
Yes, eventually.
Eva, if you don't do
this, you know it's gonna
continue to happen to other
women.
I know.
Hold-hold on a second
here.
We're-we're talking about police
officers from Juárez.
Uh... you gonna protect her?
I can arrange for
protection, yes.
I understand the risk,
and... I can't hide forever.
That's right.
And this is how you move on.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay, let's do
this.
Can you identify any of these
men?
They are all Juárez police
officers.
Him.
He was the one that came to your
house.
Okay.
Alejandro Hierra.
And him.
Eva, are you sure?
Yeah. Yes, I'm sure.
Okay, the accusing
witness has identified Alejandro
Hierra and Captain Alejandro
Robles as her attacker.
If you sign this affidavit
witnessed by us, I can take it
straight to Mexico City to the
attorney general.
Marco, I need to talk
to you.
Call me back.
This is a private
conversation in a private room.
I signed you in as a snitch.
What do you want?
I don't often get interview
requests from the DEA.
"Who is Millie
Quintana?"
Millie Quintana.
Just some old woman who died
with a bunch of money in
her house.
No shit.
No shit.
It was you.
You.... you sent me the Euro
note?
Maybe.
Why?
DEA got iced out of
the Quintana investigation.
We lost the money, everything.
So, what, do you want a hug?
I'm giving you a story.
You don't want it, I will find
some other asshole journalist
who does.
All right, relax.
Look, all we got at this point
is some cartel work.
We got a courier stuffed inside
of a duffle bag down in Juárez.
He was actively moving money
into that house.
It is not just the
cartel that is involved in that
house.
I'm... not really
bored.
You can keep talking if you
want.
Have you ever heard
of Grupo CLIO Internacional?
Grupo CLIO.
I am not familiar with it, no.
No.
This is not for publication yet.
I got it.
I'm just writing down the name.
Grupo...
We believe that
Grupo CLIO is directly
involved in the laundering of
money for Fausto Galvan.
Rayburn National Bank?
It's not exactly news that the
cartel's using a business front
though, is it?
It is if the CIA's
involved.
Wait, you're saying
that... that the CIA actively
knew that the Quintana house was
online?
Open the doors.
Ask the questions.
Bring me the answers.
Domingo, was she
with that boy?
Take care of him, please.
I took the liberty,
sir.
I found this.
Thank you.
For everything.
My love.
What is this?
Shit...
We had an
agreement.
You can't just do
this.
And my friend?
That guy's a junkie.
You really
care, don't you?
I do care about
you.
And I wish you'd let me help
you.
This is...
what I...
would like, Romina?
Remember what we agreed when you
got out of the clinic?
What?
You're going to send me back?
That place is a nightmare.
And it didn't work.
Romina, my love, I
love you.
I'd do anything for you to be
okay.
This is the only thing important
to me.
It doesn't matter where or how.
There are other places, other
ways.
Let's see what we can find, but
you have to make the effort.
Understand?
I feel sick.
Domingo, drop me
off and then take her to
Dr. Velázquez.
And then take her to the house,
please.
Get out of here,
kid.
No?
No.
Ya estuvo.
There. She's still kicking.
"This is what happens to thieves. Fausto Galvan."
Vámonos.
Marco's not calling
back.
He needs to know about Robles.
Marco can handle
himself.
I can swing by his
place if you want.
I'll go with you.
Absolutely not.
You're not to show your face
around Marco's place of work
until this matter with Robles is
settled.
Do you think you got enough to
put Robles away?
Well, with the
support of the attorney general,
yeah.
But Robles is just a means to an
end.
How's that?
Robles has
significant ties to Fausto
Galvan.
Well, I hope you're not
biting off more than you can
chew.
Marco, where have you
been?
Everybody's looking for you.
Sonya. The prosecutor.
I know.
I need a favor.
Yes, of course.
Hold on to this?
Don't show it to anyone.
Okay?
Hello? Yes, I'll be there.
Where have you been?
Working with the
Americans.
And the prosecutor?
I haven't seen him.
He crossed the border
this morning.
Okay...
What'd he want?
He wanted to know
about... Hugo.
Who he worked with.
If he was dirty.
It's hard to keep the
dirt off.
But you... you know that.
You know me, Captain.
I try to keep my head down.
When it's your
time... a stray bullet can find
you.
Even if you duck.
The DEA?
Yeah.
They want us to dig into a
company called, um...
Shit, uh, CLIO Gru...
Grupo CLIO?
That's it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do you know it?
Yes.
But it doesn't make any sense
that they'd be involved with
laundering for the cartels.
Why not?
They're a huge
holding company with ties all
over Mexico, a legitimate
business.
So what?
So they don't like money?
Why'd he ask you to
look into this?
Obviously 'cause I'm an
amazing writer.
I'm serious.
They're just using you.
Yeah, I know.
But, look, we get access to a
story, right?
He said to me the CIA has
ordered them to back off the
investigation.
The CI...
Why would the CIA be protecting
Grupo CLIO?
I don't know, but we
are sure as shit gonna find out.
You hungry?
Dainty.
Ms. Nacht?
Do you know who I am?
How did you find me?
May I come in?
Hmm.
You like to read romance novels.
I never understood the appeal.
Yes.
Please, what do you want?
Señor Galvan told
me that we have a problem with
Red Ridge View.
I came to get your perspective
on things.
Mr. Galvan does not
understand what we're facing.
I explained it to him, but he
didn't care.
Well, Señor Galvan
is a campesino--resourceful,
but limited when it comes to
details.
You can tell me.
Delarge's death left
us exposed.
Did you fix it?
For now, yes.
But it's fragile.
What is this
place?
You now own all this.
150 units.
Several models to choose from.
This one here's the Scottsdale.
Mr. Galvan has transferred this into your name.
Why would he do
that?
You're in no position
to be asking questions.
Yeah, well, I got
questions, Monte.
I get it, you're using her name.
Yeah.
Do we at least get a
piece?
Compensation.
You get to live, Ray.
What if we want to
leave?
That would be unwise.
So we're
just supposed to go back like
nothing ever happened?
For now.
Cesar will handle the
maintenance end of things.
Miss Charlotte.
Cesar, glad to see they
didn't croak you.
Eat shit.
Let's go have a look
inside, Monte.
This really isn't a
good time, Ray.
Let's go.
Sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
Ready?
No, I-I... I don't want
'em.
I'll take it.
What are you gonna do
with it?
I don't know.
Can't leave them here.
I got to go.
Okay.
Okay.
Where is he?
On the other side.
He's laying down.
He'll bleed out faster.
Just palm it.
No.
Should we go now?
Tiempo, papi.
All in good time, don't hurry.
Marco?
What are you doing
here?
Luis, from the police station.
Yeah, sure.
I'm looking for Detective Ruiz.
We thought he was with
you.
In El Paso.
No.
Can we give you a
ride?
No, I have my car.
Thanks.
Maybe you should come
with us.
We'll take you.
Grab him!
No, no.
Don't let him get away.
Hey, hey!
Let him go-- police.
We know who you are.
I'm sorry?
You got to stay out of
this.
This...
is not your business.
Go back across the border, puta.
Vámonos.
Third door on
the left.
You got ten minutes.
Hello, David.
Marco.
It's good to see you.
Shut up.
Just do it.
It's what you came for.
My life for your son's.
That seems fair.
Stop talking, asshole.
Just do it.
No.
No.
Oh, G...
Oh!
You're not getting out
so easily, asshole.
Not yet, anyway.
Through that
door.
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