Previously, on The Bridge...
Two different women...
- Cut in the half? - Yes.
Do you have a girl that matches this description?
Why is one dead white woman more important than
so many dead just across the bridge?
Why did he pick you, Frye?
My husband is having a heart attack.
Where does it go?
Across. To Mexico.
Board it up.
I don't think that's a good idea, señora.
(Spanish) An American.
I'll be back.
Hey, no, no, no, no, no.
Why did you walk away?
I just didn't want a drink.
Okay.
Want to have sex with me?
When did she come in?
Night before last.
Refused to see the nurse.
Bowl of soup and she was gone.
All right, out!
(Spanish) Let's go.
(panting)
(Maria gasps)
FRYE: This is Frye.
ADRIANA: It's a GPS coordinate.
Longitude and latitude.
It's just down here.
Holy shit!
(whimpering)
SONYA: The water was poisoned.
Ricin.
Lab tested the residue.
WADE: That's a nasty trick.
SONYA: This bead's a little bigger than the last one.
(Spanish) MARCO: Good. Thank you very much.
The old couple said there were ten walkers to start.
WADE: We got nine dead.
We got a live one.
MARCO: Yeah, a woman.
She probably walked to that road, uh, got picked up.
WADE: First a judge, then a prostitute, and now these poor bastards.
- It doesn't track. SONYA: - I agree. His MO's changing.
First the voice messages, then the video?
WADE: Then a direct call to the reporter.
SONYA: Huh.
WADE: She does that.
Go on and get after her.
Go on!
♪ Until I'm one ♪
♪ with you ♪
♪ my heart ♪
♪ shall not ♪
♪ pass through. ♪
♪ Our love will be mistaken. ♪
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1x03 Rio
(insects trilling)
SONYA: He watched from here.
MARCO: How do you know he was watching?
SONYA: He had to, to know if they died.
MARCO: And then he called our reporter.
SONYA: So he saw the woman get away.
MARCO: He probably picked her up.
SONYA: Do you have binoculars?
MARCO: Not on me, no.
SONYA: Why are you smiling?
(Marco chuckles)
MARCO: Oh, it's-it's a joke.
SONYA: Who lives there?
WADE: Well, it makes sense to me to center this at El Paso PD.
HELLER: Course it does. It's your place.
WADE: Well, are you inviting us all to your field office, Richard?
HELLER: I'm just saying, the FBI might spearhead this.
BREWER: Border Patrol has the equipment to find this girl.
WADE: Now, that's fine. Anything that helps.
We find her, we may well find the killer.
STOKES: Well, we should put out an APB, check out area hospitals.
WADE: Hank Wade.
STOKES: Manny Stokes, Sheriff's Department.
WADE: There's something wrong with your hat, Manny.
STOKES: Uh, of course you probably know I found Judge Gates.
COOPER: You found half of her.
STOKES: That's accurate.
(Stokes chuckles)
WADE: Okay. We congregate at our house.
Um, bring your own if you don't like vanilla type coffee.
(laughter)
Uh, Cooper, I want you two to man the checkpoint at New Mexico.
COOPER: - Meaning me and him? WADE: - Yeah.
Yeah, uh, Deputy Stokes seems to be real dialed in.
STOKE: Oh. Okay.
WADE: - Okay. STOKES: - Great. I'll drive.
COOPER: Why not.
(indistinct radio communication)
WADE: Get him talking.
Don't share too much information.
COOPER: This is our coyote killer.
WADE: Yeah. He shows up at the darnedest times.
COOPER: 10-4.
(Charlotte sighs)
CHARLOTTE: Kate, it's not even noon.
KATE: I think I can drink at my own dad's funeral.
CHARLOTTE: You can do whatever you want.
KATE: I tanked at my mom's.
Wondering why Dad was with you in Cabo instead of at her graveside.
CHARLOTTE: Your father loved you very much.
KATE: Why don't you take your whore money and leave me alone.
ALICIA: So, Charlotte, honey, will you be, uh, moving back to Orlando?
CHARLOTTE: - Tampa. ALICIA: - Oh, that's right.
CHARLOTTE: No. That's not part of the plan.
SHEILA: You'll stay here?
CHARLOTTE: Well, it's my home.
In fact, I would love to get more involved in civic activities.
The Texas Art Walk.
ALICIA: You like art?
CHARLOTTE: Sure.
And-and you're the cochairs?
ALICIA: Mm-hmm, right.
SHEILA: You be sure and give us a call about that.
(wind whistling) (knocking on door)
MARCO: Hello?
Is anybody there?
It's the police.
(Spanish) Is anybody there? It's the police!
(lock rattling)
MARCO: Break the lock.
SONYA: Can't do that.
(wind whistling)
Don't do that!
It's illegal.
He burned clothes.
Women's clothes.
MARCO: And you still don't want me to break in?
SONYA: I'll get a warrant.
(Marco sighs)
Detective Cross.
I need to secure a scene in the Franklin Mountains, Upper Sunset Road.
That's right.
(Frye sniffing)
(Frye clears throat)
Oh, hi.
I'm, uh... I'm Daniel Frye.
KITTY: Congratulations.
FRYE: Yeah, I'm looking for my, um...
I'm looking for my-my boss.
She's a haggard brunette woman.
Hey, thanks.
KITTY: You don't look so fresh yourself, you know?
(Frye laughs)
FRYE: It's a... it's a pretty big news day in El Paso.
I don't really know what we're doing here.
WADE: We need to have a heart-to-heart.
FRYE: I'm not really interested.
SHERRY: Hey, Daniel, sit down.
FRYE: Oh, no. No, thanks.
WADE: This guy chose you for a reason, son.
He drove your car out onto the bridge, and he picked you for this bomb nonsense.
FRYE: Yeah, I recall.
WADE: Yeah, now he tips you off to the location of these new victims. Why?
FRYE: Uh, search me.
WADE: Why do I have the feeling that you're not telling me everything?
(Frye laughs)
FRYE: I don't really care about your feelings.
WADE: This fella calls you again, you come right to us, you understand?
FRYE: In exchange for?
WADE: Uh, any new developments, we, uh... we talk to you first.
SHERRY: You got one handy.
WADE: I do.
There's a missing girl. She was with the migrants.
SHERRY: She survived?
WADE: Yeah. Yeah, she, uh...
She walked to the road, we think, and got picked up.
SHERRY: By him?
WADE: Don't know.
FRYE: You got a name?
WADE: No.
But we have a contact in Juarez.
Maybe you'll get further than we did.
FRYE: Oh. Juarez.
MARCO: Why does he leave beads?
SONYA: Maybe just to connect the bodies, so we know it's him.
(Marco sputters)
SONYA: You do that a lot.
Sigh.
MARCO: Yep, when I'm upset.
You want to know why I'm upset?
SONYA: Okay.
MARCO: Just got an e-mail from the attorney general in Mexico City.
And I read "By allowing the ambulance to pass,
Detective Ruiz compromised a crime scene".
SONYA: There are rules.
MARCO: The man was sick. He had nothing to do with the case.
SONYA: We didn't know that.
(Marco chuckles)
MARCO: What would it take for you to drop this complaint?
SONYA: It's not possible.
MARCO: All right.
Yeah. No worries.
I'll deal with it myself.
Oh, uh, pull over.
SONYA: Why?
MARCO: It's Kitty's birthday.
I'm gonna get her some flowers.
(tires screeching)
Do you have any American money?
SONYA: Yes.
MARCO: Can you lend me some?
SONYA: - Oh. MARCO: - Thanks.
(Spanish) Good afternoon.
CHARLOTTE: Excuse me.
You're on private property.
GRACIELA: This is Rio, no?
CHARLOTTE: Who are you?
GRACIELA: You and I spoke on the phone... briefly.
CHARLOTTE: You sent that lawyer.
GRACIELA: I understand you didn't enjoy the casserole.
CHARLOTTE: I told him.
Whatever deal you had with Karl, it's over.
GRACIELA: I thought we could talk, woman to woman.
CHARLOTTE: Look, my husband...
He's not who I thought he was.
GRACIELA: Of course not.
CHARLOTTE: But I have to figure out my life now.
This can't be a part of it.
GRACIELA: You're scared.
This is your ranch now. Your land.
CHARLOTTE: Yes.
GRACIELA: So we'll be partners.
CHARLOTTE: No.
I'm sorry. I'm not like you.
GRACIELA: But you are.
CHARLOTTE: You don't know me.
GRACIELA: You were poor, and you did shit things to pull yourself up again.
And you're not going back.
CHARLOTTE: The tunnel has got to go away.
ADRIANA: So this couple was crossing with the missing girl?
FRYE: Jesus H. Christ. Shoot me now.
ADRIANA: You've never been to Juarez?
FRYE: Yeah, the fun parts.
The clubs and the-the farmacia here.
ADRIANA: Well, sorry to show you how people actually live.
FRYE: Yeah, that was a long time ago.
Oh, my shoe. Hold on a sec.
Before it became War-ez.
This is...
My shoe got thrashed.
ADRIANA: Look, I know you don't want me on this story.
FRYE: Then why are you?
ADRIANA: To keep you honest.
That's what Sherry said.
FRYE: Yeah, you can suck it.
ADRIANA: I'll pass.
This is it.
FRYE: Nice. Hey, say some shit in Spanish.
(phone ringing)
FRYE: This is Frye.
K: I have her.
FRYE: You have who?
K: I'll let her go...
for a price.
FRYE: Uh... how much?
K: Million dollars.
Split four ways.
FRYE: Four ways. Between who?
K: Samuel Halstead, Brady Moss, Buzz Larson, Karl Millwright.
FRYE: Millwright. The businessmen?
K: The richest men in El Paso.
FRYE: What's your point?
K: Dialectics.
FRYE: Can you elaborate?
K: Who cares about one poor Mexican?
Not the wealthy, the white.
But if they have to see it, feel it, be responsible for
letting her... slip away... will they care then?
FRYE: Look, you obviously have a point to make.
Come and talk to me face-to-face.
We can... I can... (click)
Hello? Damn it.
WADE: El Paso Times found out her name is Maria.
She's from San Juanito.
This guy wants the ransom paid by four particular patrons.
SONYA: We reached out to them.
HELLER: Who authorized you to do that?
SONYA: I don't need authorization.
HELLER: Correction.
This is now a joint task force. FBI and El Paso PD.
WADE: Sonya's on my team.
HELLER: And kidnapping is our territory.
From now on, we run that. Understand?
SONYA: I guess.
HELLER: - What's her problem? WADE: - She doesn't have a problem.
CHARLOTTE: Charlotte Millwright.
KITTY: Looking for?
CHARLOTTE: Uh, someone called for my husband.
MARCO: Marco Ruiz, Chihuahua State Police.
CHARLOTTE: I remember you from the bridge.
MARCO: Yes.
What are you doing here?
CHARLOTTE: My husband was Karl Millwright.
SONYA: His name came up in a case.
CHARLOTTE: He's dead.
SONYA: - Oh MARCO: - I'm so sorry.
SONYA: We'll need to talk to you, then.
CHARLOTTE: I'll talk to him.
MARCO: Sure.
Come this way, please.
SONYA: New homicide?
KITTY: Yeah, woman on Hueco Avenue, strangled.
SONYA: Hank.
Hueco Avenue.
Hank.
This is Steven Linder's address.
WADE: No shit.
CHARLOTTE: Karl wasn't political.
He didn't know that judge.
MARCO: Did he spend time in Juarez?
CHARLOTTE: We went to Mexico for horse shows.
We'd drive through Juarez.
MARCO: Did he have any feelings about immigration?
CHARLOTTE: I think he thought it was okay.
MARCO: Well, for some reason, he was named in a ransom demand.
CHARLOTTE: I can't read a dead man's mind, but I don't
think he'd want me to fork over a quarter of a million dollars.
MARCO: Oh, no, no. That's not why we called.
CHARLOTTE: Then why?
MARCO: To see if there was any personal connection.
CHARLOTTE: My husband didn't tell me everything.
That's what I'm finding out.
MARCO: Yeah.
I'm sorry.
KENNETH: Hello, ladies.
ALMA: Good morning.
KENNETH: Look at the third one down.
ALMA: Hmm.
- Another one. KENNETH: - Econ.
ALMA: He's down to two classes now.
Thank you.
KENNETH: Look, I hate to rat a kid out, but, uh...
if he was mine, I'd want to know.
ALMA: Thank you, Kenny.
(door squeaks)
DARCI: Steven.
Cops are here.
SONYA: Steven Linder?
LINDER: Yeah?
SONYA: Do you live at 320 Hueco?
LINDER: Yeah.
MARCO: Down the hall from Wanda Cunningham?
LINDER: Yeah, I know Wanda Cunningham.
MARCO: Did you know she's dead?
LINDER: No. No, I didn't.
SONYA: Okay, well, you need to come with us.
LINDER: Well, so... what the heck happened to Wanda?
SONYA: Strangled.
LINDER: Oh, Jesus
Is her cat okay?
SONYA: Where were you yesterday?
LINDER: I was at my trailer.
SONYA: We're searching that trailer right now.
LINDER: Well, I don't know why.
SONYA: 'Cause we're looking for a girl.
Mexican.
Crossed the border, then disappeared.
MARCO: You know a girl like that?
LINDER: No, I do not.
SONYA: Do you know the reporter, Daniel Frye?
LINDER: No.
SONYA: You didn't call him today?
LINDER: No, I... I wouldn't call him if I don't know who he is.
SONYA: Mmm, can I check your phone?
LINDER: No.
MARCO: We found burned clothes at your trailer.
LINDER: Sir, I burn all my trash.
SONYA: Really?
Why do you have women's clothes in your trash?
MARCO: Excuse me. Is something funny here?
LINDER: No.
SONYA: Who's this?
LINDER: Why?
SONYA: Because you're carrying her picture around with you.
LINDER: Is that illegal?
SONYA: No.
(Linder clicks tongue)
LINDER: That's my sister.
SONYA: What's her name?
LINDER: Marina.
Haven't seen her for 15 years.
We were placed in separate foster homes.
Look, I'm just a person who helps people.
MARCO: Are you also a person who picks up girls on the road?
Takes them to your trailer?
LINDER: No, sir.
MARCO: With bars on the windows?
LINDER: Yeah, that's for safety, sir.
MARCO: Would you like you face broken?
Your fingers snapped off?!
LINDER: I'm just a person who helps people, sir.
MARCO: Yeah, you said that before.
We don't need to hear things twice.
WADE: Marco.
SONYA: Steven, do you have her?
LINDER: No.
SONYA: Because the person who does killed nine other people
and a judge and a poor girl from Juarez.
LINDER: Yes, I know.
I saw it on television.
SONYA: Are you that person?
LINDER: No, I am not.
WADE: You can go.
LINDER: Okay.
Can I have that back?
I see you're very upset.
I would be, too, if I was looking for a lost girl.
SONYA: You are.
LINDER: Sorry.
SONYA: Hmm.
You are looking for a lost girl, right?
LINDER: Well, um, that's true.
Well, I hope we all find what we're looking for.
SONYA: You made that worse.
MARCO: I made it better.
You have to shake up an asshole like that.
WADE: It doesn't matter.
We don't have anything on him.
SONYA: I believed him.
She's wrong.
This guy's up to something.
WADE: Well, let's prove it. (Marco sighs)
(sputters)
MARCO: Hey.
ALMA: (Spanish) - You okay? MARCO: - Yeah.
MARCO: Gus.
MARCO: Okay, okay, uh...
Sonya, I-I want you to meet my family.
- This is my wife, Alma. SONYA: - Hello.
MARCO: And this is my son Gus.
ALMA: - Hi. MARCO: - Gus, Gustavo.
SONYA: It's nice to meet you.
GUS: - What was your name? SONYA: - Sonya.
GUS: And-and you are partners?
MARCO: For now.
GUS: Damn.
SONYA: Anyway... I'm going back to my... desk.
FRYE: Larson and Halstead were both in real estate.
ADRIANA: Yeah, and the other two were from oil and farming.
FRYE: Bullshit. It was drugs.
ADRIANA: Oh, no, we don't know that.
FRYE: (coughs) God. It's the border.
What are you talking about?
(Spanish) I'm not going to pay!
(Spanish) Nothing, nothing, nothing!
FRYE: Hey, hey, hey...
(people screaming, shouting)
ADRIANA: Daniel, come on! Daniel, come on!
Get up! Daniel!
Come on! It's dangerous!
FRYE: Oh, sh-sh...
(children chuckling)
(Spanish) Hello!
ADRIANA: We have the biggest TV on the block.
(women chuckle)
FRYE: Do you have, um...
Is there any chance you guys have... I'm sorry, do you have uh, some cerveza?
Or, like, a, like, any, like, little tequila?
FRYE: Tequila. Like, tequila would be great.
- Hi. How is everyone? You, um... - Hi.
FRYE: Lot of people in a tiny house, huh?
Hey, um, I'm sorry.
There was a, uh, yeah, there was... there was a-a-a-a
shooting, like, and we couldn't get back across the bridge.
And then Adriana said that we could... Here you go.
ADRIANA: Hey, take it easy on the beer.
FRYE: I'm thirsty.
SOFIA: - So you like Adriana? FRYE: - Oh, yeah, she's great.
SOFIA: You're the boyfriend?
ADRIANA: Mama, he's not my boyfriend.
FRYE: No, uh, we're colleagues.
Uh, amigos.
ELENA: - Well, I'm single. - Shit.
(laughter) SOFIA: So am I.
ADRIANA: Hey, can you guy stop throwing your pussies at my coworker?
FRYE: Yeah, you-you can throw whatever you want at me.
(laughter)
Cheers.
Here's to, uh, throwing.
ELENA: Cheers.
(phone ringing)
WADE: I just Google-searched "dialectics".
I still don't know what it means.
SONYA: Poles. Two sides.
America, Mexico.
Legal, illegal.
MARCO: The four men he mentioned?
No obvious connection between them and the case.
SONYA: They're all rich, American, and they're white.
WADE: Like Judge Gates.
SONYA: And Maria's the opposite.
(Marco sighs)
MARCO: Where does he have her?
WADE: He has gone silent.
SONYA: Unless he calls again, we're waiting on him.
KITTY: Mind if I leave, Lieutenant?
WADE: - Happy birthday. KITTY: - Thank you.
MARCO: Oh, I almost forgot. These are for you, Kitty.
MARCO: (Spanish)- Happy birthday. KITTY: - Oh, my goodness.
MARCO: That's from me and Sonya.
KITTY: Oh, oh...
well, thanks to both of you.
SONYA: Why did you say that?
MARCO: It made her happy.
SONYA: But they're not from me.
MARCO: It's just a white lie. What's the harm?
SONYA: But it just isn't true.
MARCO: Sometimes you say things that aren't true to make people feel good.
LINDER: Her name's Marina.
You seen her?
(slow footsteps echoing)
(man grunting)
(Valdez sighs)
(crickets chirping)
MARCO: I knocked at the front, but...
I-I'm sorry, I know it's late.
I'd like to have a word with you.
CHARLOTTE: Uh, yeah. I mean, come in.
MARCO: Thank you.
CHARLOTTE: So you're in trouble because you helped us on the bridge?
MARCO: Um, I don't care about the complaint, but, um... some
of the officers reported I took money from you.
CHARLOTTE: You didn't.
MARCO: That's how you can help me.
If you could sign this statement that there was no payment...
CHARLOTTE: Of course.
MARCO: I feel like a schoolkid asking for a note that I wasn't bad in class.
CHARLOTTE: You weren't bad in class.
I'm surprised they care.
I thought all Mexican cops took bribes.
MARCO: Not me.
CHARLOTTE: I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that.
MARCO: It's all right.
Again, I'm sorry about your husband.
CHARLOTTE: He had a good life.
MARCO: Yeah, I can see.
CHARLOTTE: He wasn't a good person, if you want to know the truth.
MARCO: Marriages go up and down, right?
CHARLOTTE: - You're married? MARCO: - Yeah.
CHARLOTTE: And right now, is it up or down?
You were very kind to me on the bridge.
MARCO: Well...
CHARLOTTE: Unlike that woman.
MARCO: She was just following the rules.
CHARLOTTE: You remember things like that.
When people are good to you.
MARCO: I want to let you rest.
(Charlotte swallows)
CHARLOTTE: I'm not tired.
♪ ♪
FRYE (laughing): This-this place...
I know, sorry, but this place is a dump.
ADRIANA: Oh. Thanks.
FRYE: Why? Why you live here? You have money.
ADRIANA: I grew up here.
FRYE: Hey, by the way, I am sorry about being a girl today.
ADRIANA: You know that's insulting.
I'm a girl.
FRYE: Sorry about that. (Frye clears throat)
Sorry about calling you a girl and then you are a girl, so...
Hey, how did you, um...
how did you get the job with the Times?
ADRIANA: - Same way you did. FRYE (laughing): - No.
No, I went to fancy schools, and my family is super connected so...
ADRIANA: I went to UT.
FRYE: Yeah, but how?
ADRIANA: What do you mean?
FRYE: Look, your sister she's like 18 and she has three kids.
ADRIANA: - She's 20. FRYE: - Whatever.
Or your cousins. Like, how did you not get stuck
here, pregnant, watching novelas the rest of your life?
ADRIANA: There are ways to not get pregnant.
FRYE: Oh, come on, please. You got to tell me.
Will you just please stop sassing me and tell me why?
For reals.
Look...
ADRIANA: I didn't mess around with boys.
FRYE: Like, strategically?
ADRIANA: No. I don't like them.
And that saved me, in a way.
FRYE: Huh.
ADRIANA: Don't think we're friends or anything now,
just 'cause I told you some shit.
FRYE: Does that mean we can't cuddle?
WADE: What's your take on Stokes?
COOPER: Spooky but dumb.
WADE: You don't think he could pull off these killings?
COOPER: Hank, I don't think he could find a Mexican in Mexico.
SONYA: What are you doing here?
I can't have sex at work.
WADE: Well, good night.
PAUL: Thought I'd say hello.
I don't have your number.
So...
can I have your number?
SONYA: Oh. Sure.
PAUL: Would you ever want to have dinner?
SONYA: Oh, I have to be somewhere now.
PAUL: Another night.
SONYA: You really shouldn't come here.
PAUL: I won't. Sorry.
SONYA: Okay.
(crickets chirping)
(chain clinking)
CHARLOTTE: Cesar?
Cesar?
(phone ringing)
(Wade grunts)
WADE: - Yeah? SONYA: - We found Maria.
WADE: - Where? SONYA: - Go online.
El Paso Times.
(typing)
SONYA: What do you think he's doing?
WADE: I think he's gonna let the desert take her.
Right before our eyes.
♪
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