Original subtitles

Previously, on The Bridge:

RAY: What's on the other end?

CHARLOTTE: A crazy, psychotic

bitch.

RAY: 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.

MARIA: There was a cage...

MARCO: Like a police car?

MARIA: Yes.

MARCO: Did you call in a

unit?

SONYA: No.

MARCO: That a real police

cruiser?

COOPER: No.

Guy must've bought an '02 Crown

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: 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!

Hey!

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: 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: 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?

GRACIELA: Shut up.

RAY: Okay, then.

♪ Until I'm one

With you

♪ My heart

Shall not

Pass through

♪ Our love will be mistaken.

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: 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: 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.

ORTHODONTIST: What's the

first thing you're gonna eat

when these things come off?

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.

MARCO: I swear to you, it

meant nothing to me.

ALMA: I don't believe you.

Did you come to pick up clothes?

Or did you come to harass me?

MARCO: Let's not make it more

complicated.

ALMA: No, you just slept with

that woman.

Now you sleep with your partner.

MARCO: Sonya?

Of course not.

ALMA: Where did you sleep

last night?

MARCO: At her apartment,

but... I didn't sleep with her.

I was on the couch.

ALMA: Incredible.

MARCO: I want to come back.

I want to be with my family,

with you.

ALMA: I don't want you here.

Anyway...

Gus is flunking out.

If you care so much about your

family, talk to him.

I'm going to work.

Don't be here when I come back.

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 at

auction at 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 dicey

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.

CHARLOTTE: Did you see her?

RAY: Yeah.

And I got the money.

CHARLOTTE: Did she say

anything else?

RAY: Nope.

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.

What the hell?

This is our guy.

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: Well, that's

complicated.

KENNETH: Yeah.

A little.

MARCO: I think he's off his

meds.

CHILDRESS: Oh, shit.

Cops.

Game on.

MARCO: "Chapter nine: On the

Extraterrestrial Origins of the

Mexican Peoples."

The asshole is crazy.

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.

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.

All right, I'll do it.

SARA: You look so handsome,

Papi!

FAUSTO: You think so?

TAILOR: Although you did gain

a couple of pounds.

SARA: You look great,

my king.

FAUSTO: What did you say?

TAILOR: Sorry, sir...

Sorry.

FAUSTO: You goddamn

cockroach.

You'd better watch yourself,

asshole.

SARA: I like the way you look

in your little suit.

It's very sexy.

FAUSTO: Thank you, my love.

SARA: I want to look at some

shoes.

Pick me up down the street?

Okay?

FAUSTO: Come here.

Let Obregon come with you.

SARA: No.

No, it's okay.

He has to take care of you.

LINDER: Shh.

Easy. Easy, easy.

SARA: Please, please...

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.

LINDER: Damn it!

Oh, shit.

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.

SARA: You better

run, asshole.

Everything is fine, my love.

Okay, okay, please...

WADE: Childress lives at the

top of that hill.

COOPER: Most of these look

abandoned.

WADE: They are.

Chemical spill sent the sane

ones running from this area

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 down the road a quarter

mile.

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.

ADRIANA: Come on, let's go to

his house.

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...

I know.

It's your story now.

Go get them, tiger.

Ow!

Three-second rule.

You can have it.

WADE: We go in pairs, trailer

by trailer.

Make sure he's not hiding in any

of these tin cans.

COOPER: Yes, sir.

WADE: 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.

WADE: Good morning.

STOKES: Time to shine.

SONYA: El Paso PD.

Open the door.

Ma'am, is anyone else in there

with you?

WOMAN: No, ma'am.

SONYA: All right.

WOMAN: Seabiscuit!

Seabiscuit!

SONYA: Ma'am...

WOMAN: Goddamn it.

SONYA: Please go inside and

lock the door.

WADE: Turn the music down!

COOPER: Bath salts.

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.

MARCO: Yeah.

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...

MARCO: Yeah.

STOKES: ...to-to do the

beads, and-and all these

messages...

MARCO: Shit!

MARCO: Son of a bitch!

WADE: Shots fired!

Shots fired! Man down!

Sniper! Sniper!

SONYA: Move! Move!

MARCO: Son of a bitch!

CHILDRESS: White.

Brown.

MARCO (panting): Shit!

WADE: Come on, now.

MARCO: Son of a bitch.

WADE: 500 yards.

Brown house.

Top of the hill.

He's tucked against that water

tower.

He's back in his goddamn house!

Shit.

Shit, shit!

COOPER: Damn it, Stokes.

MARCO: Let's go.

WADE: McNutt Road, north end

of the trailer park.

Officer down.

DISPATCH (over radio): Copy

that.

ETA 20 minutes.

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: Okay, 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: Why?

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.

COOPER: Good.

MARCO: I'm good.

Go.

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.

MARCO: Son of a bitch.

SONYA: You still have time.

CHILDRESS: All institutions

eat themselves eventually.

You're smart.

You know that.

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.

MARCO: Sonya!

Sonya, you okay?!

Don't move, asshole.

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.

MARCO: Is she okay?

WADE: She's all right.

MARCO: Hey.

How are you?

SONYA: Sore.

Can't breathe.

MARCO: That was...

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.

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.

CESAR: Kids, come inside.

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.

Thank you.

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.

Thank you for the money.

CHARLOTTE: I'll tell Ray to

be careful.

Good night, Cesar.

CESAR: Good night.

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.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, God.

Can I trust you?

RAY: Of course, baby.

CHARLOTTE: Can I trust you?

RAY: Yeah.

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...

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