MARCO: Previously on The Bridge...
What's on the other end?
A crazy, psychotic bitch.
And you want me to deal with her?
If everything checks out,
it will be just like it was with Karl, but with Ray.
I want to get something going down here.
You know what I mean?
I do.
Sweet.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Did you call in the unit?
No.
Is that a real police cruiser?
No, guy must have bought an '02 Crown Vic at auction,
tricked it up to look like one. The lab's all over it.
Gina heard her father talking to someone before the murder.
And you're thinking that the killer was a patient, right?
Maybe.
SONYA: What about his cheeks? Full? Hollow?
It was dark. I was hiding. I only saw him for a second.
Female, Caucasian, 15 years old,
black-and-white sweater...
Gina.
Gina! No! (CRYING)
Hank! Okay.
He's watching us.
Are you all right?
I'm digging the whole Erykah Badu thing you got going.
Turban.
What do you want?
I thought it would be nice doing this in person,
you know, seeing it's the first time and all.
What else do you want?
I'm guessing I checked out with the cowboy lawyer.
Monte's very thorough.
Okay. So I check out.
I'd like my money now, please.
Something wrong?
I'm good.
Then we're done.
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.
What do you have in mind?
AR-15s.
Say, 50 to start. We go from there.
That's not an easy weapon to get right now.
No shit.
So what do you say?
I got a great connect. I can deliver this week.
Do you have an opinion about oral sex?
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah. It's cool.
I prefer it.
Some ladies do.
This will be our arrangement moving forward.
So is that a yes on the guns?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Is this a cartel thing?
Okay, then.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
Until I'm one with you
My heart shall not pass through
Until I'm one with you
Our love will be mistaken
What are you doing?
Call log. Stolen vehicle reports for the past five years.
How long have you been up?
The killer got that car somewhere.
Yeah, maybe here, maybe in Dallas,
maybe Chicago.
You know, there's only so much information you can process.
Well, do you have a better idea?
You like details?
Just like the killer.
It's how I work.
Maybe you should listen to your gut sometimes.
I'm going in to look at that car again.
Yeah.
Don't leave that up there.
Yeah. Sorry.
Think I'm gonna go home and talk to Alma.
She's not gonna let you back into the house.
Your gut should tell you that.
Yeah, maybe I should find a hotel?
What's wrong with the couch?
Nothing.
Yep. Oh! Hold on.
I almost forgot.
Here. What's that for?
For the flowers.
For Kitty.
See, I borrowed some money, so I'm paying you back.
Okay. Thank you.
Yeah. Thank you.
What's the first thing you're gonna eat when these things come off?
(SPEAKS IN DISCERNIBLY)
Don't talk. Hold on.
I'm working the case of a lifetime.
Uh-huh. Yeah, all right.
I'm on a task force.
All right.
Confidential stuff, can't tell you about it.
Can't, can't, can't.
All righty.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MARCO SPEAKING)
(TELEPHONE DIALING)
Hello?
WOMAN: Cross? Yes, I'm here.
I think I found it. The car was purchased...
I got something on the car.
Where's Marco at?
He went home to argue with his wife.
Right. What about the car?
They pulled three digits of a VIN from the engine block.
Doesn't match any stolen Crown Vics.
Go on.
But I have a partial match on a car
that was sold at auction in Las Cruces five years ago.
I've been on the phone with the auction house all morning.
They dug up the sale.
Get a name?
Jack Childress. Lives out on McNutt Road.
He's been on disability for the last 10 years.
Well, that's worth a look.
Sorry I'm late.
Hey-
How's things at home?
Bad. Maybe worse.
Sorry to hear that.
It is what it is.
Why don't you stick with Sonya?
She's gonna follow up a dicey lead out in the desert.
Copy that.
Hey, baby.
What are you doing?
I'm investigating the drain.
You're my pool boy now?
Well, I was looking for summer work, ma'am.
Did you see her?
Yeah.
And I got the money.
She say anything else?
No.
SONYA: This is the place.
MARCO: This guy have a record?
Marco.
El Paso PD. Open the door!
El Paso PD, search warrant. Anybody home?
Is anybody here?
What the hell is this?
MARCO: What's that?
"The Dialectics of El Paso Del Norte,"
By Jackson Childress.
Whoa...
(CHUCKLES)
What the hell?
This is our guy.
(LAUGHS)
We don't have to do this.
Well...
It's what we both want. Right?
But you're married.
We could wait
and do it right.
What do you mean?
If you want to get a divorce, get a divorce.
Well, that's complicated.
Yeah.
A little.
(CHUCKLES)
I think he's off his meds.
Ah, shit. Cops.
MARCO: "Chapter nine.
"On the Extraterrestrial Origins of the Mexican Peoples."
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
He's insane. Look.
He's been to Mexico.
Many times. He calls them his "missions."
Well, I think we should bring in the task force.
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.
I was surprised you were willing to meet me during the day.
Well, everything's changing.
Shell of the egg is breaking.
You have another job for me?
I do.
What's her name?
Her name is Sara Vega.
She's my daughter.
She dropped out of school.
She lost her way.
Do you want me to take her?
Take her to Bob's? Against her will?
I want you to talk to her.
She won't listen to me anymore.
I'm not a messenger.
I'm a conduit.
(CRYING) I don't know what else to do.
Okay, don't cry.
All right, I'll do it.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Shh...
Easy.
(PLEADS IN SPANISH)
Don't... Don't be scared.
Your mother sent me.
What the hell?
She wants a better life for you.
So do I.
I know who you are.
You're my mother's stupid gringo coyote.
Well, I don't consider myself...
I met you at my quinceañera, idiot.
Oh, yeah.
My boyfriend's gonna kill you for talking to me.
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.
No, no.
Damn it. Shit!
I don't want to go, okay? So tell my mom to stop this shit, okay?
I am trying to help you.
Okay-
(CARS APPROACHING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
HANK: Childress lives at the top of that hill.
TIM: Most of these look abandoned.
Well, they are. Chemical spill sent the sane ones
running from the area about 10 years ago.
TIM: What the hell?
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.
Son of a bitch. Get Sonya and Marco down here right now.
Yes, sir.
Hey, it's Coop.
Look, we got Childress' abandoned truck down here outside Lost Oasis.
Y'all come on up and let's take a look.
We're a quarter mile down the road.
Hey. Jack Childress.
Source told me the police are looking at him. I'm not sure what's up.
It's not what I expected. What do you mean?
What's the connection between him and Gedman?
Or the shrink or Marco Ruiz, body 23, me even?
We don't know yet.
There are no coincidences with this guy.
Come on, let's go to his house.
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.
I got this mother of a headache that won't go away.
My body's basically giving me the middle finger for getting clean.
Maybe you should go see a doctor. Yeah, why?
So he can tell me I'm an alcoholic,
drug addict that's all broken? No, thanks.
Frye, this is the story.
I know.
It's your story now. Go get 'em, tiger.
(WINCING)
Three second rule.
You can have it.
HANK: We go in pairs, trailer by trailer.
Make sure he ain't hiding in one of these tuna cans.
Yes, sir.
The last time we called the cavalry in,
a little girl got killed. Remember that.
Gracias. Thank you.
De nada.
Hank. Don't worry about it.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
Deputy Stokes, what are you doing here?
I got a call about that truck in the middle of the road. What's going on?
Hey, man.
We got the suspect in the park here.
The Bridge Butcher?
Manny, do me a favor. Secure the entrance and the trucks, all right?
You got it.
Good deal. Let's go.
HANK: Good morning.
Time to shine.
El Paso PD. Open the door.
Ma'am, is anyone else in there with you? No, ma'am.
All right.
Seabiscuit. Seabiscuit!
Ma'am. God damn it.
Please go inside and lock the door.
(LOUD ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Turn the music down.
Bath salts.
(TURNS MUSIC OFF)
Man!
Oh!
MANNY: Hey.
Detectives.
I went back to the truck.
Found this.
This is a bone saw.
That's used for wild game, deer, vermin, whatnot.
Bag it.
Listen. I just...
Detective!
I'll eat your face off!
That sock don't even cover your nut sack.
That's not him.
Nope. But he knows him.
Says Childress ran through here about 10 minutes ago.
Where was he going?
North edge of the park! Bunch of vacants down there.
He stays in them when he's having a crazy day.
How often is that? A lot.
And that psycho's armed.
Stay.
Nope, nothing. No sign of him.
Well, if he's on foot, he's not gonna get far in this heat.
Or maybe he's got a car waiting?
We need to get in contact with him.
How are we gonna do that?
Call him.
You really think he's gonna answer?
Well, he likes the attention.
This is what he's been preparing for, so...
MAN NY: Detective Ruiz!
Yes, Deputy? You got something?
Uh...
Well, no.
But, yeah. Yeah, I got a quick question for you.
I don't know if you noticed, but I got my braces off this morning.
No, I did not notice.
Well, the reason I bring it up...
Well, I was in there getting them popped off,
and while they were popping them off,
I just had the wildest, strangest daydream,
I think that's what you call it.
Okay. About this case.
No, no, no, listen.
And basically what I was thinking
was that if you were the killer,
and you were to go to all this trouble
to do the beads, and all these messages...
(GUN FIRES)
(EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
Son of a bitch!
HANK: Shots fired! Shots fired! Man down!
Move! Move! Son of a bitch!
(GUN FIRES)
White.
Brown.
(IMITATES GUN BLAST)
(FIRES GUN)
Shit.
Come on.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
HANK: Five hundred yards.
Top of the hill. Brown house. He's tucked up against that water tower.
MARCO: He's up at that goddamn house!
Shit. Shit, shit.
Damn it, Stokes.
HANK: McNutt Road, north end of the trailer park.
Officer down.
Forget it! Let's go get him!
SWAT's gonna be here in 20 minutes.
He'll be gone by then.
So let's go get him! Forget the SWAT!
Jack.
You're on with Jack.
I got him! HANK: Marco.
Come on.
Be careful. I'll keep him distracted.
I need you to listen to me.
Oh...
Yeah, I don't know about that.
I see you.
I could kill you.
Almost isn't sporting, is it?
It's over.
Yeah.
Yeah, the end is already determined.
You killed a cop. That means cops are coming to kill you.
Well, you invaded my land. Maybe you got it backwards.
A SWAT team's on their way.
Yeah. I'm sure they are.
But they're late. I'm in control.
Listen, you want to tell your story? This is not the way to do it.
They will kill you.
Mm-hmm.
I can still stop them.
TIM: All right, boss. How we gonna do this?
HANK: She's talking to him on the phone.
We're gonna give her five minutes.
You think she's gonna talk him out of anything?
Five minutes.
Yes, sir.
Why'd you stop talking, Jack?
Would it help if you could see me?
Hmm? Oh. I don't know. Yeah, sure.
Tell me why, Jack.
(CHUCKLES) Why?
Why? Because I am the truth.
Truth?
El Paso del Norte has been falsely split
by borders, by cultures, by history.
SONYA: What you're doing won't change that.
JACK". I can try.
SONYA: Is that what you're doing on your missions?
JACK". Impressive.
Well, you know, parasite, host. Same thing.
SONYA: Why did you kill so many people, Jack?
JACK'. There is a war happening here, at the border.
And no one seems to know about it. I want the truth to come out.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You still have time.
AH institutions eat themselves eventually.
You're smart. You know that.
(DOG BARKING)
Hi there.
Put your gun down.
You know, I like to kill up close.
I will shoot you.
I believe you will.
(JACK COUGHING)
MARCO: Sonya!
Son of a...
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Stay there! Son of a bitch!
JACK: Come on! MARCO: You okay, Sonya?
Hey! Is she all right?
I'm fine.
JACK: Give me a reason! MARCO: I'm not asking about you!
She's all right.
MARCO: Is she okay? She's all right.
Hey-
How are you?
Sore. Can't breathe.
That was...
We got him.
It's over.
Maybe.
What do you mean? What's wrong?
He's insane.
Yeah, so, okay. And?
I'm just not sure that the man who planned all this is insane.
We have the bone saw and the car.
You saw the writing in that book.
It's him.
Officer.
Could've run.
Why'd you stay to shoot?
The job wasn't done.
What?
I meant to kill the Mexican.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
It's okay. Don't mind me.
Is there something wrong, señora?
Here.
What's this?
That's your salary.
Ah.
And that's your cut of the tunnel.
It's okay.
We're partners.
I assume you didn't have this arrangement with Karl.
No.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
ls there something else, señora?
Do you think I'm doing the right thing?
I think you're doing the only thing.
How long is your friend staying?
Ray? Si.
I don't know. He's helping me deal with Graciela.
I heard.
Do you trust him?
I think I do. Why?
It's nothing.
We're partners. Say it.
I don't think it's such a good idea to let him deal with Graciela.
Señor Karl had a way of controlling her.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
I'll tell Ray to be careful.
Goodnight, Cesar.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(TIM PLAYING BANJO)
Traveling through...
Prairie Fire?
Stokes was a moron, but he didn't deserve to get his head blown off.
Yeah.
Take a couple days.
Yes, sir.
We found him. That's what matters.
Is it? Yep.
That dude is gonna plead insanity
and spend the rest of his life beating off and knitting socks.
Well, if that's what happens, that's what happens.
Sonya should've shot him between the eyes.
Yeah, and that would've made him dead.
I don't see the problem with that, Hank.
Give it 15 years.
(PANTING)
Oh, God.
Can I trust you?
Of course, baby.
Can I trust you?
Yeah.
Come inside me.
You sure? Yeah.
No, not better.
I would definitely classify it as worse, actually.
Well, yeah, of course I'll help you file your story.
No, I'm not going to the bar. I'm gonna...
(RETCHING)
Electric radio waves
Moving inside my veins
I can't tell what words they're saying
'Cause it's the secret land of sound
The language of the ground
The color of your broken candlestick
It's a possible refrain moving out of range
And pulling me towards you like a weight
Now you are a song that plays...