Previously on The Bridge...
K: I'll let her go... for a price.
SONYA: It's all over the Internet.
MARCO: They're calling him the Bridge Butcher.
WADE: She's got a day a best.
COOPER: Frye just got the call.
K: Who'll be making the drop?
FRYE: Gedman.
K: I look forward to meeting him.
- MAN: You Ralph Gedman? - GEDMAN: Yeah.
MAN: I'm supposed to give you this.
(Alarm beeps)
FRYE: Over here.
(Marco grunting)
SONYA: Down there. On the right.
She's alive.
(Machine whirrs, counting money)
(Machine whirring)
(Man moans, sobs)
(Crying)
♪ Until I'm one ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ My heart ♪
♪ Shall not ♪
♪ Pass through ♪
♪ Our love will be mistaken ♪
1.05 - The Beast Sync and corrected by Elderfel www.addic7ed.com
- MARCO: Mmm. - ALMA: Mira?
(Marco and Alma kissing)
(Alma chuckles)
SONYA: Hi.
Sonya Cross, El Paso PD.
- GUS: I know. - MARCO: Hey.
SONYA: You don't answer you phone.
MARCO: Sunday night?
Gus...
What are you doing here?
SONYA (quietly): I went to the Palm Motel.
MARCO: By yourself?
SONYA: Yes.
They I.D.'d Ralph Gedman.
He visited Cristina Fuentes every week.
MARCO: Okay, okay. Have dinner with us.
SONYA: Gedman was a personal kill.
Why else cut his head off?
And whose gonna be next?
MARCO: 20 minutes. And then we talk about beheadings.
MARCO: Oh...
SONYA: Why do you keep looking at me?
GUS: I don't.
I'm not.
MARCO: Gus has been following the case on the Internet.
GUS: How is the girl from the desert?
MARCO: Still unconscious.
SONYA: Mm, we're not supposed to talk about that.
MARCO: Right.
SONYA: Mmm!
You left your wallet at Charlotte Millwright's.
MARCO: Thank you.
ALMA: Who's Charlotte Millwright?
MARCO: The woman on the bridge.
Part of the case.
ALMA: Not very hungry?
SONYA: Doesn't taste good.
ALMA: Well, you don't have to finish it.
(Crickets chirping)
(Marco grunts)
(Alma crying)
SONYA: Who's that girl?
KITTY: Came in last night. Shoplifting.
SONYA: No one came to pick her up?
- KITTY: I don't know. - COOPER: Hey.
Fed nuthuggers are hogging all the info on Gedman.
Find a bead?
COOPER: Bigger than the last one, in with the money.
SONYA: Have you seen his FBI file?
COOPER: No, ma'am, but they have.
HELLER: Give us a little time.
SONYA: We need to see Ralph Gedman's file.
HELLER: Look, he was one of ours.
SONYA: He took that video of Cristina Fuentes,
and that was the first link between two victims,
and that's our only lead.
HELLER: You'll get your chance.
COOPER: There he goes.
Like I said, nuthuggers.
SONYA: Where have you been?
MARCO: In the back.
SONYA: Sleeping?
MARCO: Yeah, Sonya, sleeping.
COOPER: Damn. Sorry, buddy.
SONYA: The killer knew Gedman well enough
to know about the video.
MARCO: We dropped the tail on Steven Linder?
SONYA: Yes, he's no longer our person of interest.
MARCO: He's of interest to me.
SONYA: Can we focus on the killer?
MARCO: You can. I'm gonna find this pendejo.
- KITTY: Hey. - MARCO: Thanks.
COOPER: He got the toss last night.
He needs to go get mad at somebody.
SONYA: Oh. Okay.
PETER: Where's your mother?
GINA: She hasn't been home.
- PETER: How long? - GINA: Two days.
PETER: Jesus. That woman.
GINA: I didn't steal the earrings.
They let you try them on, and I just... I forgot.
PETER: Okay. I buy that.
(Car alarm chirps)
GINA: How much was the bail?
PETER: More than your mother can afford,
and I'm gonna charge her, believe me.
GINA: Can I stay with you?
PETER: No, honey.
Heather's not used to kids.
GINA: Okay.
I can walk.
- PETER: I'll drive you. - GINA: No, it... it's fine.
PETER: I do have an appointment in 20.
GINA: Bye.
PETER: Hey.
We're good, right?
GINA: Yeah. Right.
PETER: All right.
DOCTOR: She'll be unconscious for a while.
SONYA: She still hasn't spoken.
- DOCTOR: Just a few words. - SONYA: Like what?
Like that.
FRYE: No, I agree. Okay, bye.
- (Frye clears his throat) - SONYA: Who were you talking to?
FRYE: It's none of your business.
SONYA: Was that him?
FRYE: If it was, I would have to tell you, wouldn't I?
(Sonya sighs)
SONYA: Doesn't mean that you would.
FRYE: Mm.
SONYA: Two full days, and he still hasn't called.
- FRYE: That's my math, too. - (Sonya sighs)
SONYA: I don't understand why.
FRYE: Maybe he's resting on his laurels,
after he made you and the Feds look like a bunch of chumps.
SONYA: You do a lot of drugs, don't you?
(Frye snickers)
FRYE: What?
SONYA: Why?
(Frye scoffs)
FRYE: I'm not telling you that.
'Cause they're there...
and they're fun.
They make you hate yourself just a little bit less.
(Frye chuckles)
(Water gurgling)
(Door creaks open)
(Baby cries in distance)
VALDEZ: Where's Eva?
LINDER: Who?
VALDEZ: You stole her.
LINDER: No.
VALDEZ: Sí, sí, sí...
I need her back.
(Linder pants)
(Grunting)
(Valdez groans) (Linder chokes)
(Both grunting)
(Linder gasps)
(Valdez groans, Linder pants)
(Valdez screams)
(Valdez grunts) (Linder panting)
(Rattling at door)
MARCO: Steven Linder, I know you're in there.
(Grunts, pants)
(Linder panting)
(Linder groans softly)
MARCO: Steven.
LINDER: Yeah?
MARCO: Detective Marco Ruiz. Remember me?
LINDER: Yeah.
MARCO: Can I come in?
LINDER: Um, I prefer that you didn't.
It's, uh, it's kind of a mess.
MARCO: I was thinking what you said the other day...
That you help people.
Are you helping anyone now?
(Valdez snorts, inhales)
LINDER: Um, I work at the shelter.
MARCO: You go over the bridge a lot?
LINDER: Some.
MARCO: 12 times last month.
LINDER: I like Mexican food.
MARCO: No white person goes to Juarez that often,
unless they're up to something.
LINDER: Oh? Like what.
MARCO: That's what I'm going to find out.
LINDER: Okay.
MARCO: Okay.
You have a good day.
(Door squeaks shut)
(Guttural gasping)
(Water running)
SONYA: I wish we could tap Frye's phone.
MARCO: Would be nice.
SONYA: He's not going to tell us if the killer calls again.
He wants the story for himself.
MARCO: Selfish.
SONYA: How long can they stonewall?
WADE: Their property.
Could be a spell.
(Marco clears his throat)
MARCO: I thought we were one big happy team.
WADE: Hey, you know, I need a root canal.
That's why I'm in a mood. What's your excuse?
SONYA: He slept on a bench.
WADE: He did what?
SONYA: In the back room.
MARCO: I can speak for myself, thank you.
Slept on a bench in the back room.
WADE: Well, you got me beat.
SONYA: What was the fight about?
MARCO: What do you think?
SONYA: How would I know?
MARCO: Sonya, you gave me back my wallet
right in front of my wife.
SONYA: So...
MARCO: I dropped it in another woman's house.
SONYA: You had sex with Charlotte Millwright?
MARCO: Yes.
SONYA: You're married.
MARCO: Yes, I know.
Look, we're partners.
Partners look out for each other.
That's an unwritten rule.
Just forget it.
(Sighing): Oh, man.
SONYA: Where are you sleeping tonight?
MARCO: I don't know.
SONYA: I have a couch.
You can sleep on the couch if you like.
(Horns honking)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Grunting)
(Grunts)
(Grunts with effort)
(Various broadcasts overlapping)
MARCO: Hmm.
FRYE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
MARCO: What are you writing?
FRYE: Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.
MARCO: I don't like to drink alone.
FRYE: Well, I don't like weird unannounced visits.
MARCO: We have things in common.
FRYE: Oh, yeah? Such as?
MARCO: Well, Gedman...
The killer left me his head.
Left you his body.
FRYE: Very, very special.
MARCO: Did you see him?
FRYE: No.
MARCO: I did.
Sort of.
I feel like I can almost describe him, but then...
nothing's there.
FRYE: I can hear his voice.
MARCO: What's it sound like?
FRYE: Hollow.
MARCO: Huh.
FRYE: Shit. Ai, yi, yi.
MARCO: Sorry.
- (Frye scoffs) - MARCO: So sorry.
- FRYE: This is where I work! - MARCO: It was an accident.
(Sonya sighs)
SONYA: She's talking.
What's this?
MARCO: Daniel Frye's phone.
SONYA: How did you get it?
MARCO: She says she saw a car.
SONYA: What did it look like?
SONYA: What is she saying?
MARCO: Hold on.
MARCO: She wants asylum.
KENNETH: You going to the library opening?
ALMA: I should. I have to. Want to.
KENNETH: But...
ALMA: But, um, I just haven't gotten tickets.
KENNETH: You seem, uh... distracted.
ALMA: Am I?
KENNETH: Yeah, what's going on.
(Alma sighs heavily)
ALMA: My husband.
He's, um...
KENNETH: Is he all right?
ALMA: Yeah.
We're just not doing well.
KENNETH: Oh. I'm sorry.
- ALMA: Hey. - GUS: Hey.
ALMA: Kenny, this is Gus, my stepson.
KENNETH: Oh, I've heard about you.
GUS: You have?
KENNETH: She brags about you all the time.
GUS: She does?
KENNETH: I'll, uh...
- I'll see you back there. - ALMA: Okay.
How are you?
GUS: Okay.
I, uh... I wondered about a ride over the bridge.
ALMA: Sure. Around 6:00?
GUS: I know you're mad at my dad.
ALMA: Yeah.
GUS: He doesn't think about anybody but himself.
You know, how it affects you or... or me.
ALMA: Gus, you know you can stay at the house
no matter what, right?
GUS: I can?
ALMA: Of course. I'm not mad at you.
GUS: Because I-I could stay with Tico... It's-it's fine.
ALMA: No, no, no, no, no, no.
You stay home. Okay?
- GUS: Okay. - ALMA: Okay.
(Man speaks Spanish)
HANK: Yeah.
SONYA: There's a problem with Maria.
HANK: Which is...
SONYA: You tell him.
MARCO: She wants asylum before she talks.
SONYA: She has information, but he encouraged her to wait.
HANK: Really?
MARCO: She has a baby in Houston.
She's been through a lot.
HANK: So she wants a visa.
MARCO: I'd like to help her.
HANK: Well, I know somebody at Homeland Security.
SONYA: It's gonna take forever.
MARCO: Oh, look, she needs this.
And there's a chance that we can help her.
HANK: So I'll reach out.
KITTY: Excuse me. Detective Ruiz?
MARCO: Excuse me.
KITTY: Charlotte Millwright has called twice.
What would you like me to say to her?
MARCO: Um, I'll call her back.
- KITTY: Okay. - MARCO: What?
KITTY: Nothing.
Just seen it too many times.
(Tires screech)
(Linder muttering quietly)
(Linder grunting)
(Linder exhales)
LINDER: Oh, dear.
(Phone ringing)
SONYA: Hello?
PARTY GIRL: Danny? (Laughs)
- SONYA: Danny... - PARTY GIRL: Danny Frye?
Who's this?
(Phone ringing)
K: Daniel?
SONYA: Sonya Cross, El Paso PD.
(Hangs up)
(Sonya sighs)
Call back. Call back.
(Phone ringing)
SONYA: Sonya Cross, El Paso PD.
K: You're working late.
SONYA: Yes.
K: How did you get that phone?
SONYA: You don't like surprises?
K: You talk as if you know me.
- SONYA: I understand you. - K: Maybe.
SONYA: I've been studying you.
And eventually, I will find you.
K: We'll see.
SONYA: You knew Ralph Gedman.
K: Better than others.
SONYA: You knew his secrets.
K: I showed what he was.
SONYA: How about Cristina Fuentes?
How'd you get the video?
K: I'm not special.
SONYA: That wasn't the question.
K: If I knew, others knew.
SONYA: What others?
K: Institutions know, and they ignore,
and they protect.
SONYA: Gedman's institution? The FBI?
(Hangs up)
Hello?
MAYA: How's Will doing?
HANK: Oh, he's still fightin' the good fight. (Sighs)
They got him stationed someplace north of Jalalabad.
He can't tell us where.
- MAYA: That's hard. - HANK: Yep.
Carmen's going more than a little crazy.
MAYA: That why you're here?
HANK: No. No, I wouldn' presume.
I'm here because of the woman in the desert.
- She's asked for asylum. - MAYA: Ah, I bet she did.
HANK: And I could use her cooperation.
MAYA: We talking U Visa?
HANK: Yeah. She's the victim of a public crime.
MAYA: That's a tough one, Hank.
HANK: She could help us catch this guy.
MAYA: We have no dog in that fight.
HANK: Yes, you do.
Homeland Security doesn't want him out there
making political statements about the border,
getting everybody all riled up.
MAYA: I'll try.
HANK: Good. Clock's ticking.
Can you try right now?
MAYA: Geez, you're bossy.
HANK: Not always.
MAYA: I'll make some calls.
- HANK: Thank you very much. - MAYA: Okay.
- HANK: Good to see you. - MAYA: Mm-hmm.
MARCO: Hey.
CHARLOTTE: Hello.
MARCO: Hi.
How are you?
CHARLOTTE: I'm fine. Do you want anything?
MARCO: Uh, no, thanks.
(Charlotte sighs)
(Laughs softly)
CHARLOTTE: Actually, I'm not fine.
MARCO: No?
CHARLOTTE: Do you know Graciela Rivera?
MARCO (chuckles): Yeah, everyone in Juarez knows her.
CHARLOTTE: 'Cause I'm mixed up with her.
MARCO: No, no, you don't want that.
CHARLOTTE: The night that you were... over...
she strung up one of my horses.
MARCO: Yep, that's Graciela.
CHARLOTTE: Is she crazy?
MARCO: She'll burn your life down.
CHARLOTTE: So what do I do?
MARCO: Wait. Just... wait.
Power like hers... it snuffs itself out.
CHARLOTTE: Wait for how long?
MARCO: A year, two.
Until it's over.
CHARLOTTE: So I just let her
move these people through my land.
MARCO: Eh...
Don't tell me too much, please.
CHARLOTTE: Okay. So I take the long view.
MARCO: Just... (Smacks lips) Live your life.
CHARLOTTE: How's your life?
MARCO (laughs softly): A little rough.
CHARLOTTE: Thank you for meeting me.
MARCO: I have to take the long view, too.
(Marco sighs)
Americana?
D-Do you want to come up?
I got beer.
SONYA: Where were you?
MARCO: Charlotte Millwright.
SONYA: More sex?
MARCO (laughs softly): No.
SONYA: Did you steal Daniel Frye's phone?
MARCO: Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.
SONYA: That's against the law.
MARCO: Maybe I took in by mistake.
Maybe he left it somewhere and I found it.
SONYA: He called.
The killer.
MARCO: And...
SONYA: The FBI knew about Cristina and the video.
That's what they've been hiding.
MARCO: That's why they won't share their files.
SONYA: Well, they will now.
What am I gonna say to Fry about this phone?
MARCO: Just drop it into the "Lost and Found," El Paso Times.
Any luck?
HANK: As a matter of fact, yes.
Got Maria into the system.
U Visa.
MARCO: Great.
HANK: Yeah. They're processing the papers.
You'll have them to give to her in the morning.
MARCO: Thank you, Hank. Really. It means a lot to me.
SONYA: All right, I'm gonna go home.
MARCO: Yeah, all right.
SONYA: You coming?
MARCO: Oh. Yeah.
Thank you.
HANK: Good night.
SONYA: Good night.
GINA: Thanks.
Gracias.
MANDO: Sit.
GINA: What's your name?
(Glass clinks)
MANDO: Mando.
GINA: I'm Gina.
Who else is here?
(Charlotte sighs)
(Charlotte clears throat, sighs)
(Charlotte sighs heavily)
CHARLOTTE: Well, hello.
(Charlotte chuckles)
Guess.
(Charlotte laughs)
You dickhead. It's Charlotte. Uh...
Just, uh...
drinking wine...
thinking about that night on the skiff...
you, me, Bartles & Jaymes.
(Charlotte laughs)
(Esme panting)
MANDO: Es...? Esme!
(Light switch clicks)
SONYA: Good night.
MARCO: Yeah, good night.
Who did those drawings?
SONYA: Jim Dobbs.
MARCO: It looks like they were made by a child.
SONYA: He's not a child.
He's brain-damaged.
MARCO: How do you know him?
SONYA: He killed my sister.
MARCO: When did she die?
SONYA: When I was 15.
MARCO: So young.
SONYA: She was 18.
- Waitress at a truck stop. - MARCO: Yeah?
SONYA: Oh, there's lots of... violence off the highways
and rest stops and such.
MARCO: Was it a violent death?
MARCO: I'm sure you miss her very much.
SONYA: Sometimes.
But she's gone.
GINA: What was he going to do?
ESME: Kidnap you.
GINA: What?
ESME: Throw you in the trunk, drive you somewhere,
call your parents for money.
GINA: Are you kidding?
ESME: No. They do that here.
GINA: What's that?
ESME: Eight girls were found.
GINA: Dead?
ESME: Yeah, dead.
He got them.
GINA: Who?
ESME: La Bestia.
The Beast.
That's what we call him.
The one who's killing all the girls.
GINA: Is it one person?
ESME: One, two, a hundred... No one knows.
So, he's just... the Beast.
(Linder panting)
SONYA: Now tell us what you saw.
SONYA: Excuse me. Please, tell us what you saw.
(Marco speaks Spanish)
MARCO: She couldn't see his face.
SONYA: Uh-huh.
MARCO: She says, uh, it was like a police car.
SONYA: Maybe he's one of us.
(Guitarist plays light melody)
ESME: Don't your parents wonder where you are?
GINA: No.
ESME: Why not?
GINA: My dad's obsessed
with his bitchy girlfriend and her fake tits.
ESME: And your mom?
GINA: Just, uh...
messed up.
Here, take these.
ESME: Thanks.
GINA: I guess I'm going.
ESME: Don't come back, okay.
You could turn into a pink cross.
GINA: Yeah. Okay.
ESME: My sister's one of 'em.
GINA: She got killed?
ESME: Disappeared.
Took the bus to her factory job,
never come back.
GINA: Gosh.
ESME: Yeah.
RAY: Keep the change.
(Charlotte laughs)
CHARLOTTE: You came.
RAY: You call, I come.
If you know what I mean.
(Charlotte laughs)
CHARLOTTE: Oh.
(Both sigh)
RAY: Pilates?
CHARLOTTE: Yes.
RAY: Nice.
(Charlotte laughs)
Look at you... all hot widow.
You're smokin', baby.
CHARLOTTE: How's Tampa?
RAY: Buggy. Moist.
Is this your spread?
CHARLOTTE: The whole damn thing.
(Ray whistles)
- RAY: You did good. - (Charlotte laughs)
Now... (clears his throat)
let's have a few drinks, and I'll show you my new tattoo.
(Charlotte laughs)
SONYA: Hey, Cooper. This for us?
COOPER: Yes, ma'am.
I'd keep that on.
FBI sent Gedman to the head shrinker.
SONYA: Did they redact the doctor's name?
COOPER: No, ma'am. Peter Meadows.
MARCO: Let's go see him.
(Linder panting)
(Linder gasping)
(Linder groans)
(Linder panting) (Car approaching)
LINDER: Oh... oh... (Linder panting)
MARCO: Did you call in the unit?
SONYA: No.
(Marco mouthing, no voice)
SONYA: Show me your hands!
Show me your hands.
(Woman sobbing quietly)
MARCO: Ready?
SONYA: Police!
MARCO: Are you hurt?
You're safe now.
SONYA: You.
GINA: I saw him.
I saw the Beast.
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