MARCO: Previously on The Bridge...
Do you have what she wants?
He's a little shy with the daylight.
And he bites.
The CIA put Eleanor back on the street,
and either you don't know jack shit about it or you're in on it.
Are you gonna shut down the pipeline?
BUCKLEY: I'm working on it.
You'd better, because the last thing we need is to be called in front of Congress.
I want my daughter back
and Fausto dead.
We all want that.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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(GASPING)
HANK: What is this?
DANIEL: Don't know. McKenzie had it on him.
Well, did he give it to you?
We kind of broke in and took it.
They're the same maps.
SONYA: But Eleanor's has GPS coordinates.
DANIEL: Let's get out there.
HANK: You take the van. I got the semi.
Be careful.
Copy.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(BEEPS)
Yeah?
I got a visual on the van.
I'm gonna pull it over.
Goddamn it, Sonya, no.
You wait for backup. You don't know what's in there.
You copy?
Copy.
(DISCONNECTS)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
Turn off your engine, step out of the cab.
Step out of the truck, now.
(ENGINE IDLING)
(GUN COCKS)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(CLATTERING)
Holy shit.
(WHISPERS) Linder.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
Until I'm one with you
My heart shall not pass through
Our love will be mistaken
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Lieutenant.
Did you call me out here to rub my nose in this whole Eleanor Nacht fiasco?
No.
But you were right.
- About the CIA. - Yeah.
That's not all they've been up to. Look at this.
Who else knows about this?
Besides my people, just you.
Okay.
Have you inventoried this?
Not yet.
But my people think there's 10 tons here. At least.
Holy shit.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Excuse me.
(BEEPS)
Sonya, what do you got?
Landed. Car pulled into a garage.
You sit tight, I'll have backup come to you.
- Do you understand? - Copy.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(MOANING)
Oh, hey, there, Daniel.
What the hell are you doing here?
- Here, sweetheart, take a cab home. - (SCOFFS)
Twenty bucks?
Here.
Don't forget to tip.
I'll see ya. It's okay. It's okay.
Possession of classified documents is a crime, Daniel.
You of all people should know that.
He gave those to me.
Yeah, right.
Look, whatever it is you think you know, you actually don't know anything at all.
You're in the deep end, Daniel.
If you go under, you don't come back up.
Oh, yeah? What is that?
Is that your idea of some kind of shitball threat?
No!
But this is.
I can arrange it so that your partner finds your body in the morning.
Overdose.
And given your history, no one's gonna bat an eyelid.
Now if she is smart, and I think she is,
she's going to put this little story you've been working on
in a drawer and forget about it, 'cause if she doesn't,
well, you know, maybe she tries to hurt herself again like she did two years ago.
Only this time, she succeeds.
You didn't know about that?
What exactly do you think is going on here?
(STAMMERS) I think the CIA is at war with the DEA.
I think you guys have got a bunch of covert operations
that are funneling drug money into the United States of America.
What you're getting back for it? I don't exactly know.
But I am going to figure it out.
And I am pretty sure you call yourself a patriot.
And you tell yourself that you are managing a drug war,
that you are keeping the blood on the other side of the border.
The whole thing is a bullshit game.
You know what? That is not bad.
Everything except the game part.
This isn't a game, Daniel, it's a business.
And we have an investment in that business.
- So it's all about money? - No shit!
You see, if we keep doing our job right,
then, you know, the light just goes on.
You know, the DEA...
Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on!
...drug shipments and, you know, posing for pictures...
The Mexicans blame the Yankees.
White folk worry about the brown folk, and we keep on building the wall.
What about the truth? Does anyone care about the truth?
Here's the truth...
You're a drunk.
You got fired from a third-rate paper.
No one is going to believe your shit no matter how true it is.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Yeah? I am kind of in the middle of something right now.
Oh, shit!
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I copy.
Burn it.
I'm on my way. I'll fix it.
(DISCONNECTS)
(FORCED CHUCKLE)
So, here, take a drink.
Forget about the story.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)
(MUFFLED BANG)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Stop!
El Paso PD, down on the ground!
- Give me your jacket. - What?
Your jacket, dipshit!
- What are you doing? - What does it look like?
Want me to put her with chico here?
Nah, it's bad luck to kill a cop.
(BEEPS)
I need removals ASAP.
What do you mean hold?
Yes, I can hold.
I did everything we agreed to.
(SIGHS)
(KEYS JANGLING)
So have I.
(WHISPERS) There will be work to do when Fausto's dead.
Of course.
(CHUCKLES)
Can I ask, what you plan to do with him?
Do you really want to know?
After all the trouble getting him for you, yes.
I will take him home,
to the oak tree.
- Do you want me to open it? - No.
I want the demon to see my face.
(CLATTERS)
Hello, Father.
(GROANING SOFTLY)
(BEEPS)
- What happened? - Hey.
- Buckley was here. - Yeah?
There was a body,
one of the drivers from crossroads.
They shot him and...
What's he doing here?
- He's on our side. - No, he's not.
Okay. You said there was a body. Where?
Right here.
All right. Buckley came up behind me and knocked me down.
- And you are sure it's him? - Yes! I'm sure.
Okay. Okay.
We'll have our crime scene techs take a look at it.
What the hell is going on?
Go ahead and tell her.
You stumbled on the pipeline.
Two weeks ago, I got a call from Agent Mckenzie
saying that he had evidence
that the CIA was helping Fausto smuggle heroin across the border.
- We know that. - When the banks crashed,
somebody at the CIA floated the idea of flushing dye into the system,
see where the money ended up.
They thought they could control it, they couldn't.
It happens.
And you knew about this.
Hey, hey, hey. You know, you might wanna get that looked at.
I'm gonna make sure that someone is being held responsible for this.
- Okay. - Come on, let's go talk to Linder. Come on.
- This is bullshit. - Yeah, it's bullshit.
(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (SPEAKING SPANISH) - (COUGHING)
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(SCOFFS)
(CHUCKLING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUNSHOT)
(GROANING)
(DRUNKENLY) Hey, guys.
Hey.
When did you get this?
I love these things. These things are hours of good times.
- You're drunk. - I am not.
Bullshit.
It's more like I'm just kind of buzzed, that's all.
I have somebody willing to go on record about Buckley.
CIA doesn't go on record.
They just break into your house and burn your shit.
- They reached out to me. - Really?
You reach out to my friend at Border Blog?
It is on my list of things to do.
You should. We need a place to publish this.
Oh, yeah, we're gonna blog. This is what we do now. We're bloggers.
They get more hits than this place. They're not afraid.
Not afraid 'cause they live in their mothers' basement.
That's where bloggers are bred, in basements.
You're drunk and stupid.
I am not stupid.
Come on, we'll talk about it on the way.
Okay, but I am bringing my ball.
We need to know how you ended up in that truck.
I was in Juárez.
- Trying to find a girl. - What girl? Eva?
No...
A woman in trouble with a violent man.
Just trying to take her under.
Must have got...
Except you tripped across a billion dollars of heroin, Steven.
I have no idea how I got in that truck.
Did those drugs belong to Fausto Galvan?
How the hell would I know?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GROANING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHING)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
(DIALING)
- Not gonna get anything out of him. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Cross. - MARCO: Sonya.
It's Marco.
I need your help.
I have Fausto Galvan.
(ROMINA GROANING)
(MURMURING SOOTHINGLY)
(SHUSHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Okay?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
No.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SHUSHING)
Okay?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Hey.
How are you doing?
Thanks for setting this up.
Thanks for agreeing to meet.
Got any, like, credentials or something?
Station chief!
Wow! That is quite impressive.
You done sniffing butts or can I get to my statement?
She's got a statement.
About your story.
What do you think our story is?
Agent Buckley is a sick man.
His psychiatric problems
have evolved over the last few months.
We are still trying to determine the extent of it.
That's your statement?
For now, yes.
You are wasting our time.
You've been running Buckley the whole time, haven't you?
No.
Agent Buckley was operating without my knowledge.
I doubt that.
Where's Buckley now?
He is being evaluated.
We gotta find Buckley.
Any sign of the Marines?
No. I came the way you said.
- Good. - Where's Fausto?
Inside. Come.
- Does anyone know you are here? - No, I didn't tell anyone.
What about Robles?
Robles can't touch me anymore.
I am taking her to a hospital.
And I want you to stay with her. Okay?
Okay. But what about Sebastian?
He gets a free pass?
One thing at a time.
Eleanor works for him.
We take down Fausto first.
Then we see.
Caramel corn?
So, how's Jesus?
- I don't see him anymore. - Hmm.
That's sad.
How do you feel about journalists?
I don't.
Good!
Then I have a job for you.
I already have a job.
What kind of shit is this?
Carla?
I didn't get her name.
Just the money.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Sonya.
Don't tell anyone who she is, all right?
Until you hear from me. Come.
Here. Keep it safe.
Good luck.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Celia.
Sí, Marco.
ROBLES: Marco.
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
CERISOLA: Detective Cross?
- Where is my daughter? - She's safe.
For now.
Fausto shot her.
I don't understand.
Marco has Fausto.
It's over, Sebastian.
He's going to turn him in alive.
I only care about my daughter.
No, you don't.
But if you do want to know where she is,
you're going to tell me where I can find Eleanor Nacht.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SCOFFS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What happened?
I died, Eva.
I had a dream.
It was about us.
You had these itty-bitty animals.
You were playin' with them.
A little baby goat.
- And chickens... - I don't understand, Steven.
In the dream, you were caring for the animals.
Probably because you were with child.
At least that's what it meant to me.
I'm glad you came back.
As am I.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Your friend Buckley run into a little trouble, did he?
Gunshot.
He tried to get out of the car.
Made to look like a robbery.
There he is.
Well, I'd say karma is a bitch, but this goes way past karma.
I don't know much about karma,
but looks like he had some tasty caramel corn before he bought it.
CIA's just gonna say he was a rogue agent acting on his own.
TIM: Like it never happened.
Maybe not.
(WHISTLES)
- You call them? - Yeah, I did.
I owed 'em a favor.
So, you've got five minutes before I call State and the CIA,
watch them make up the story.
(DANIEL EX CLAIMS SOFTLY)
How are you going to write it up?
I'm not.
Guess they retired him, huh?
Surprised there isn't a bunch of cocaine and dead hookers laying around
to help sell the story.
- How high do you think this shit goes? - Hopefully, all the way.
You're happy, right? Like, with everything? You're happy?
Yes. As happy as I ever get.
You're not going to bail out or anything?
Yeah. Don't get all mushy on me.
All right. Just wondering.
Let's write it and publish it.
ELEANOR: This is good.
Thank you, Cesar.
Do you want me to go with you?
No.
I prefer to do this myself.
I can wait for you.
No. I'm fine.
Go be with your family.
I'll be with mine.
(SIGHS)
Do you remember this place?
The first time you made me lie down,
the acorns pricked my back.
I started to cry.
You drank the tears from my face.
Told me to be a good girl, quiet girl.
You told me this was a private place and no one could hear us.
Then, you touched me.
You took my grace.
And after that,
there's only blackness and the feeling of acorns on my back.
I want you to feel them.
(SHUSHING)
Do you wanna touch?
(WHISPERS) Do you wanna touch, Daddy?
Touch me, Daddy.
The demon is still inside of you, isn't it?
Whatever it is that rots inside of you.
(GRUNTS)
Daddy.
(GRUNTS LOUDER)
You can't anymore. You can't anymore!
(ELEANOR YELLS)
(GROWLING)
SONYA: Stop! Now.
(GUNSHOT)
(GAGGING)
(COUGHING)
(WHEEZING)
It's over, Eleanor.
Put up your hands.
Now.
You can kill me.
Go ahead. Shoot.
I'm not gonna do that.
I would.
I'm not like you.
(DIALING)
Marco.
I need your help.
- Thanks for coming. - Yeah. Of course.
Who's that?
Her father.
Did you kill him?
You could've just let 'em kill each other, you know.
I didn't think about that.
You taking her to El Paso?
They're gonna fire me when they find out what I did.
They can't find out.
I don't know what I'm gonna do with her.
I have some ideas.
You can grab her.
Put her in the car.
I'll take care of Daddy.
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