Previously, on The Bridge...
RAY: What's on the other end?
CHARLOTTE: A crazy, psychotic bitch.
RAY: And you want me to deal with her.
MONTE: If everything checks out,
it'll be just like it was with Karl, but with Ray.
RAY: I want to get something going down here.
You know what I mean?
TIM: I do.
RAY: Sweet.
MARCO: Did you call in the unit?
SONYA: No.
MARCO: Is that a real police cruiser?
COOPER: No. Guy must've bought an '02 Crow Vic at auction
and tricked it up to look like one.
The lab's all over it.
SONYA: Gina heard her father talking to someone
before the murder.
WADE: And you're thinking that the killer was a patient, right?
SONYA: Maybe.
What about his cheeks?
Full? Hollow?
GINA: It was dark, I was hiding,
and I only saw him for a second.
WADE: Female, Caucasian, 15 years old, black and white sweater...
SONYA: Gina.
- Gina! - (Gina moans)
Hank!
Okay...
MARCO: (Whispering) He's watching us.
Are you all right?
RAY: I'm digging the whole Erykah Badu thing you got going.
The turban.
GRACIELA: What do you want?
RAY: Ah, I thought it would be nice doing this in person
you know, seeing it's the first time and all.
GRACIELA: What else do you want?
RAY: (Exhales) I'm guessing I, uh,
checked out with the cowboy lawyer.
GRACIELA: Monte's very thorough.
RAY: Okay. So I check out.
I'd like my money now, please.
GRACIELA: Something wrong?
RAY: I'm good.
GRACIELA: Then we're done.
RAY: Yeah, well, you know,
I was thinking about getting a little two-way commerce going.
It's a shame to see that tunnel running one way.
GRACIELA: What do you have in mind?
RAY: AR-15s.
Say, 50 to start.
We go from there.
GRACIELA: That's not an easy weapon to get right now.
RAY: (Chuckles) No shit.
So what do you say?
I got a great connect.
I can deliver this week.
GRACIELA: Do you have an opinion about oral sex?
(Ray chuckles)
RAY: Uh, yeah. It's, uh... it's cool.
GRACIELA: I prefer it.
RAY: Some ladies do.
GRACIELA: This will be our arrangement
moving forward.
RAY: So is that a yes on the guns?
GRACIELA: Depende.
RAY: Is this a cartel thing?
RAY: Okay, then.
♪ Until I'm one ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ My heart ♪
♪ Shall not ♪
♪ Pass through ♪
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♪ With you ♪
♪ Our love will be mistaken ♪
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MARCO: What are you doing?
SONYA: Call log.
Stolen vehicle reports from the past five years.
MARCO: How long have you been up?
SONYA: The killer got that car somewhere.
MARCO: Yeah, maybe here, maybe in Dallas, maybe Chicago.
You know, there's only so much information you can process.
SONYA: Well, do you have a better idea?
MARCO: You like details, huh?
Just like the killer.
SONYA: It's how I work.
MARCO: Maybe you should listen to your gut sometimes.
(Sonya sighs)
SONYA: I'm going in to look at that car again.
MARCO: Yeah.
SONYA: Don't leave that up there.
MARCO: Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Think I'm gonna go home and talk to Alma.
SONYA: She's not gonna let you back into the house.
Your gut should tell you that.
(Marco chuckles)
MARCO: Yeah, maybe I should find a hotel, huh?
SONYA: What's wrong with the couch?
MARCO: Nothing.
Yep... Oh, hold on.
I almost forgot.
- Here. - SONYA: What's that for?
MARCO: For the flowers.
For Kitty.
See, I borrowed some money, so I'm paying you back.
SONYA: Okay. Thank you.
MARCO: Yeah. Thank you.
(Electrical buzzing)
ORTHODONTIST: What's the first thing
you're gonna eat when these things come off?
(Stokes mumbles)
Don't talk. Hold on.
STOKES: I'm working the case of a lifetime.
ORTHODONTIST: Uh-huh. Yeah, all right.
- STOKES: I'm on a task force. - ORTHODONTIST: All right.
STOKES: Confidential stuff, can't... tell you about it.
- Can't, can't, can't, can't. - ORTHODONTIST: Uh-huh.
All righty.
(Typing)
(Marco sighs)
(Door closes)
SONYA: Hello?
- WOMAN: Detective Cross? - SONYA: Yes, I'm here.
- WOMAN: I think I found it. - SONYA: Mm-hmm.
WOMAN: The car was purchased...
SONYA: I got something on the car.
WADE: Where's Marco at?
SONYA: He went home to argue with his wife.
WADE: Right. What about the car?
SONYA: They pulled three digits of a VIN from the engine block.
Doesn't match any stolen Crown Vics.
WADE: Go on.
SONYA: But I have a partial match on a car
that was sold a auction in Las Cruces five years ago.
I've been on the phone with the auction house all morning.
- They dug up the sale. - WADE: Is there a name?
SONYA: Jack Childress.
Lives out on McNutt Road.
He's been on disability for the last ten years.
WADE: Well, that's worth a look.
MARCO: Sorry I'm late.
WADE: Hey.
How's things at home?
MARCO: Bad. Maybe worse.
WADE: Sorry to hear that.
MARCO: It is what it is.
WADE: Why don't you stick with Sonya?
She's gonna follow up a dice lead out in the desert.
MARCO: Copy that.
RAY: (Muffled) Hey, baby.
CHARLOTTE: What are you doing?
RAY: I'm investigating the drain.
CHARLOTTE: You're my pool boy now?
RAY: Well, I was looking for summer work, ma'am
(Grunts)
CHARLOTTE: Did you see her?
RAY: Yeah. And I got the money.
CHARLOTTE: Did she say anything else?
RAY: Nope.
(Car doors open, then shut)
SONYA: This is the place.
MARCO: This guy have a record.
SONYA: Marco.
El Paso PD. Open the door!
El Paso PD, search warrant. Anybody home?
MARCO: Is anybody here?
What the hell is this?
What's that?
SONYA: The Dialectics of El Paso del Norte.
By Jackson Childress.
MARCO: Whoa.
(Laughs)
What the hell?
This is our guy.
(Kenneth laughs)
KENNETH: We don't have to do this.
ALMA: Well...
It's what we both want.
Right?
KENNETH: But you're married.
Um, um, we could wait...
and do it right.
ALMA: What do you mean?
KENNETH: If you want to get a divorce, get a divorce.
(Alma laughs quietly)
ALMA: Well, that's complicated.
KENNETH: Yeah.
A little.
(Heavy, passionate breathing)
(Marco laughing)
MARCO: I think he's off his meds.
CHILDRESS: Oh, shit. Cops.
MARCO: "Chapter nine.
On the Extraterrestrial Origins of the Mexican Peoples."
He's insane.
SONYA: Look.
He's been to Mexico.
Many times. He calls them his "missions".
MARCO: Well, I think we should bring in the task force.
SONYA: No.
Just Hank. He's on his way.
Last time we broadcast something, he was listening.
We pull back and wait for him to come.
MARCO: All right.
RAMONA: I was surprised
you were willing to meet me during the day.
LINDER: Well, everything's changing.
Shell of the egg is breaking.
LINDER: You have another job for me?
RAMONA: I do.
LINDER: What's her name?
RAMONA: Her name is Sara Vega.
She's my daughter.
She dropped out of school.
She lost her way.
LINDER: Do you want me to take her?
Take her to Bob's? Against her will?
RAMONA: I want you to talk to her.
- She won't listen to me anymore. - LINDER: I'm not a messenger.
I'm a conduit.
RAMONA: (Crying) I don't know what else to do.
LINDER: Okay, don't cry.
(Sighs)
All right, I'll do it.
(Woman laughing)
(Tailor laughs)
(Tailor speaks Spanish)
(Tailor screams)
(Sobs)
(Sara giggles)
- (Slaps rear) - (Sara giggles)
LINDER: Shh. Easy...
LINDER: Don't... Don't be scared.
Your mother sent me.
SARA: What the hell?
LINDER: She wants a better life for you.
So do I.
SARA: I know who you are.
You're my mother's stupid gringo coyote.
LINDER: Well, I don't consider myself...
SARA: I met you at my quinceañera, idiot.
LINDER: Oh, yeah.
SARA: My boyfriend's gonna kill you for talking to me.
LINDER: Yeah, well, I'm sure
that your boyfriend's a very scary person,
and he's welcome to try. But you need to come with me.
SARA: No, no.
(Sara panting)
LINDER: Damn it. Oh, shit
(Both panting)
SARA: I don't want to go, okay.
So tell my mom to stop this shit, okay.
LINDER: I am trying to help you.
SARA: Okay.
(Tires screech)
(Sara speaking Spanish)
WADE: Childress lives at the top of that hill.
COOPER: Most of these look abandoned.
WADE: Well, they are.
Chemical spill sent the sane ones
running from the area about ten years ago.
What the hell?
COOPER: Who the hell leaves a truck in the middle of the road?
He left one rifle in the window.
Registered to Jack Childress.
McNutt Road.
WADE: Son of a bitch.
Get Sonya and Marco down here right now.
COOPER: Yes, sir.
Hey, it's Coop.
We got Childress's abandoned truck down here outside Lost Oasis.
Come on up and let's take a look.
We're a quarter mile down the road.
ADRIANA: Hey.
Jack Childress.
Source told me the police are looking at him.
I'm not sure what's up.
FRYE: It's not what I expected.
ADRIANA: What do you mean?
FRYE: What's the connection between him and Gedman?
Or the shrink or Marco Ruiz,
body 23, me even?
ADRIANA: We don't know yet.
FRYE: There are no coincidences with this guy.
(Shudders)
ADRIANA: Come on, let's go to his house.
(Frye huffs)
FRYE: Tell you what, you go.
I don't know if you've noticed, but my brain ain't right
I can't write a sentence to save my life, and I got...
I got this mother of a headache that won't go away.
My body's basically giving me the middle finger for getting clean.
ADRIANA: Maybe you should go see a doctor.
FRYE: Oh, yeah, why? So he can tell me
I'm an alcoholic drug addict that's all broken?
No, thanks.
ADRIANA: Frye, this is the story.
- FRYE: I know... - (Toaster pops)
I know.
It's your story now.
Go get them, tiger.
Ow! (Grunts)
Three-second rule.
You can have it.
WADE: We go in pairs, trailer by trailer.
Make sure he ain't hiding in any of these tin cans.
COOPER: Yes, sir.
WADE: The last time we called the cavalry,
a little girl got killed. Remember that.
MARCO: Oh, gracias.
Thank you.
WADE: De nada.
- SONYA: Hank... - WADE: Don't worry about it.
WADE: Deputy Stokes, what are you doing here?
STOKES: I got a call
about that truck in the middle of the road.
- What's going on? - COOPER: Hey, man.
WADE: Uh, we got the suspect in the park here.
STOKES: The Bridge Butcher?
WADE: Manny, do me a favor.
Secure the entrance and the trucks, all right?
STOKES: You got it.
WADE: Good deal. Let's go.
(Stokes exhales)
WADE: Good morning.
(Stokes exhales)
STOKES: Time to shine.
(Knock on door)
SONYA: El Paso PD. Open the door.
(Dog yapping inside the trailer)
Ma'am, is anyone else in there with you?
- WOMAN: No, ma'am. - SONYA: All right.
(Dog yapping)
WOMAN: Seabiscuit.
Seabiscuit!
- SONYA: Ma'am... - WOMAN: Goddamn it.
SONYA: Please go inside and lock the door.
(Electronic music blaring)
WADE: Turn the music down.
COOPER: Bath salts.
(Music stops)
MAN: Man!
Oh...
MARCO: Nada.
STOKES: Hey.
Detectives.
I went back to the truck.
Found this.
This is a bone saw.
That's used for wild game, deer, vermin, whatnot.
SONYA: Bag it.
STOKES: Listen. I just...
Detective!
MAN: I'll eat your face off!
COOPER: That sock don't even cover your nut sack.
SONYA: That's not him.
WADE: Nope. But he knows him.
COOPER: Says Childress ran through here about ten minutes ago.
SONYA: Where was he going?
MAN: North edge of the park.
Bunch of vacants down there.
He stays in 'em when he's having a crazy day.
SONYA: How often is that?
MAN: A lot!
And that psycho's armed.
COOPER: Stay.
MARCO: Nope, nothing.
No sign of him.
WADE: Well, if he's on foot,
he's not gonna get far in this heat.
MARCO: Or maybe he's got a car waiting?
SONYA: We need to get in contact with him.
WADE: How are we gonna do that?
SONYA: Call him.
MARCO: You really think he's gonna answer?
SONYA: Well, he likes the attention.
This is what he's been preparing for, so...
STOKES: Detective Ruiz!
MARCO: Yes, Deputy? You got something?
STOKES: Uh... well... no.
But, uh, yeah.
Yeah, I just... I got a quick question for you.
MARCO: Oh.
STOKES: I don't know if you noticed,
but I got my braces off this morning.
MARCO: No, I did not notice.
STOKES: Well, the reason I bring it up...
Well, I was in there getting 'em popped off,
and while they were popping 'em off,
I just had the wildest, strangest, uh...
daydream... I think that's what you call it...
- MARCO: Okay... - STOKES: ...about this case.
STOKES: No, no, no, listen.
So... and basically what I was thinking
was that if you were the killer,
and you were to go to all this trouble...
to-to do the beads, and-and all these messages...
(Gunshot)
(Marco speaks Spanish)
MARCO: Son of a bitch!
WADE: Shots fired! Shots fired! Man down!
- SONYA: Move! Move! - MARCO: Son of a bitch!
(Gunshot)
CHILDRESS: White.
Brown.
(Imitates gunshots)
(Gunshot)
MARCO: (Panting) Shit.
WADE: Come on, now.
WADE: 500 yards. Top of the hill. Brown house.
He's tucked up against that water tower.
He's back in his goddamn house.
Shit.
Shit, shit.
COOPER: Damn it, Stokes.
WADE: McNutt Road, north end of the trailer park.
Officer down.
MARCO: Forget it! Let's go get him.
WADE: SWAT's gonna be here in 20 minutes.
COOPER: He'll be gone by then.
MARCO: So let's go get him! Forget the SWAT!
SONYA: Jack.
CHILDRESS: You're on with Jack.
SONYA: I got him!
WADE: Marco...
Come on.
SONYA: Be careful.
I'll keep him distracted.
SONYA: I need you to listen to me.
CHILDRESS: Oh...
Yeah, I-I don't know about that.
I see you.
I could kill you.
Almost isn't sporting, is it?
- SONYA: It's over. - CHILDRESS: Yeah.
Yeah, the end is already determined.
SONYA: You killed a cop.
That means cops are coming to kill you.
CHILDRESS: Well, you invaded my land.
Maybe you got it backwards.
SONYA: A SWAT team's on their way.
CHILDRESS: Yep. I'm sure they are.
But they're late.
I'm in control.
SONYA: Listen, you want to tell your story?
This is not the way to do it.
They will kill you.
CHILDRESS: Mm-hmm.
SONYA: I can still stop them.
COOPER: All right, boss. How we gonna do this?
WADE: She's talking to him on the phone.
We're gonna give her five minutes.
COOPER: You think she's gonna talk him out of anything?
WADE: Five minutes.
COOPER: Yes, sir.
SONYA: Why'd you stop talking, Jack?
Would it help if you could see me?
CHILDRESS: Oh, I don't know. Yeah, sure.
SONYA: Tell me why, Jack.
CHILDRESS: (Laughs) Why?
Because I am the truth.
SONYA: Truth?
CHILDRESS: El Paso del Norte has been falsely split
by borders, by... by cultures,
by history.
SONYA: What you're doing won't change that.
CHILDRESS: I can try.
SONYA: Is that what you're doing... on your missions?
CHILDRESS: Impressive.
Well, you know, parasite, host... same thing.
SONYA: Why did you kill so many people, Jack?
CHILDRESS: There is a war happening here.
At the border.
And no one seems to know about it.
I want the truth to come out.
SONYA: You still have time.
CHILDRESS: All institutions eat themselves eventually.
You're smart.
You know that.
(Dog barking)
CHILDRESS: Hi there.
SONYA: Put your gun down.
CHILDRESS: You know, I like to kill up close.
SONYA: I will shoot you.
CHILDRESS: I believe you will.
(Two gunshots)
(Childress coughing)
MARCO: Sonya!
(Childress and Marco grunting)
CHILDRESS: Son of a...
COOPER: Stay there!
Son of a bitch.
CHILDRESS: Come on!
MARCO: You okay, Sonya?
- Hey! Is she all right? - CHILDRESS: I'm fine.
- COOPER: Give me a reason! - MARCO: I'm not asking about you!
WADE: She's all right.
(Sonya groaning, gasping)
- MARCO: Is she okay? - WADE: She's all right.
MARCO: Hey.
How are you?
SONYA: Sore.
Can't breathe.
MARCO: That was...
(Sighs)
We got him.
It's over.
SONYA: Maybe.
MARCO: What do you mean? What's wrong?
SONYA: He's insane.
MARCO: Yeah, so, okay. And?
SONYA: I'm just not sure that the man who planned all this...
is insane.
MARCO: We have the bone saw and the car.
You saw the writing in that book.
It's him.
(Sonya grunts)
CHILDRESS: Officer.
SONYA: Could've run.
Why'd you stay to shoot?
CHILDRESS: The job wasn't done.
SONYA: What?
CHILDRESS: I meant to kill the Mexican.
CHARLOTTE: It's okay. Don't mind me.
CESAR: Is there something wrong, señora?
CHARLOTTE: Uh, here.
CESAR: What's this?
CHARLOTTE: That's your salary.
CESAR: Ah.
CHARLOTTE: And that's your cut of the tunnel.
- CESAR: It's okay. - CHARLOTTE: We're partners.
I assume you didn't have this arrangement with Karl.
CESAR: No.
Is there something else, señora?
CHARLOTTE: Do you think I'm doing the right thing?
CESAR: I think you're doing the only thing.
How long is your friend staying?
- CHARLOTTE: Ray? - CESAR: Sí.
CHARLOTTE: I don't know.
He's helping me deal with Graciela.
CESAR: Mm. I heard.
Do you trust him?
CHARLOTTE: I think I do. Why?
CESAR: It's nothing.
CHARLOTTE: We're partners. Say it.
CESAR: I don't think it's such a good idea
to let him deal with Graciela.
Señor Karl had a way of controlling her.
CHARLOTTE: I'll tell Ray to be careful.
Goodnight, Cesar.
(Banjo playing)
COOPER: ♪ Traveling through... ♪
WADE: "Prairie Fire"?
COOPER: Stokes was a moron,
but he didn't deserve to get his head blowed off.
WADE: Yeah.
Take a couple days.
COOPER: Yes, sir.
WADE: We found him. That's what matters.
COOPER: Is it?
WADE: Yep.
COOPER: That dude is gonna plead insanity
and spend the rest of his life beating off and knitting socks.
WADE: Well, if that's what happens, that's what happens.
COOPER: Sonya should've shot him between the eyes.
WADE: Yeah, and that would've made him dead.
COOPER: I don't see the problem with that, Hank.
WADE: Give it 15 years.
(Passionate moaning)
CHARLOTTE: Oh, God.
(Moans)
Can I trust you?
RAY: Of course, baby.
CHARLOTTE: Can I trust you?
RAY: Yeah.
(Moaning)
CHARLOTTE: Come inside me.
RAY: You sure?
CHARLOTTE: Yeah.
FRYE: No, not better.
I would, uh... I would definitely classify it
as worse, actually.
Huh?
Well, yeah, of course I'll help you file your story.
No, I'm not going to the bar.
I'm gonna...
(Gurgling, grunting)
(Shower water running)
(Water stops)
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