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SONYA: Previously on The

MARCO: Where is my family?

SONYA: Gus, do you know a

person named Kenneth Hasting?

GUS: Mr. Hasting?

The guy who works with Alma.

KENNETH: You have a beautiful

family, Marco.

MARCO: Where are they?

KENNETH: With me.

Hold onto this very tight.

ALMA: Oh, God.

KENNETH: Now, careful.

Take your hand off that lever,

you only have five seconds to

say good-bye to your daughters.

MARCO: On the count

of three...

you give it to me.

When I throw it, you duck.

Three.

SANTI: I'm Santi Jr.

ADRIANA: I know.

SANTI: You know my dad?

ADRIANA: Yes.

You're famous, too.

SANTI: So how do I know you?

ADRIANA: We have a friend

in common.

SANTI: Who?

ADRIANA: Daniel Frye.

GUS: Why would Mr. Hastings

do this?

SONYA: It doesn't make sense.

GUS: What?

GUS: Where are we going?

Why are you doing this?

KENNETH: How old are you?

GUS: Nineteen.

KENNETH: Caleb would have

been 17.

You could have been friends.

Caleb and Gus.

Everything could have been...

different.

GUS: What are you

going to do?

KENNETH: To you?

GUS: Yes.

KENNETH: For Caleb, it was

the sins of the mother.

For you, the father.

GUS: He's a good person.

KENNETH: Is he a good dad?

GUS: He wants to be.

KENNETH: And it's the thought

that counts, right?

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Until I'm one

♪ With you

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

WADE: Hang on a second.

SONYA: Marco.

He took Gus.

Gray sedan.

2-E-O.

WADE: 2-E-O.

MARCO: Shh. Take it easy.

WADE: I'll stay with her.

We're working on where

he could've taken your son.

MARCO: How did this happen?

WADE: I don't know!

We're gonna find him.

Come on.

ADRIANA: Daniel!

So much for the wagon, huh?

FRYE: Oops.

It's, uh...

"Comfort the afflicted,

and afflict the comfortable."

ADRIANA: You can't just

go AWOL.

FRYE: You ever heard of it?

ADRIANA: I've heard it.

FRYE: A good journalist...

comforts the afflicted

and afflicts the comfortable.

Finley Peter Dunne,

he said that.

I wrote this when I was...

20?

ADRIANA: So be a good

journalist; quit this shit.

You were doing well.

FRYE: You know why I ended up

in my car with that bomb?

ADRIANA: No.

FRYE: I helped kill David

Tate's wife and kid.

ADRIANA: Explain.

FRYE: Six years ago...

and I was, uh...

I was hanging out with

Santi Sol Jr.

And we needed more coke,

so he went back across the

bridge to get some.

And in Juarez...

he clipped that woman's car.

He just kept going.

ADRIANA: He did, not you.

FRYE: Yeah, but this-this is

the part where I become

a shitty human being.

See, instead of, say, I don't

know, testifying, instead of

comforting the afflicted,

I just let Santi Jr.'s dad

buy me off.

He just came to me one day,

and he said, "Daniel,

I have a big cock,

I have a newspaper in Houston.

I want you to work for me."

ADRIANA: And you said yes.

FRYE: I said yes.

I said yes so fa...

I didn't even hesitate.

I said yes in two seconds flat.

ADRIANA: That's why Santi

pretended he didn't know you.

FRYE: Oh, yeah?

He big-timed me?

Cooze.

ADRIANA: I hate talking

to you when you're drunk.

FRYE: Oh, well.

ADRIANA: You can change.

FRYE: I tried...

but obviously, I can't.

ADRIANA: There's a meeting

tomorrow, 7:00 a.m.

down the street.

FRYE: 12 Steps can suck

my dick.

ADRIANA: Let people help you.

Meet me. I'll go with you.

FRYE: You might be my only

real friend.

ADRIANA: That's pathetic.

7:00 a.m.

GUS: You texted me

saying you were Zina.

KENNETH: Right.

GUS: And you told me to

give him another chance.

KENNETH: I did.

GUS: So I do not understand!

KENNETH: Neither did Caleb.

MARCO: Alma?

ALMA: Marco.

And Gus?

MARCO: Still no news about

him.

You have to pack your things.

Pack for the girls.

I'm taking you to El Paso.

ALMA: My father and brothers

are coming to get us.

We'll be safe with them.

They won't want to see you.

MARCO: Alma, please.

ALMA: He almost killed your

daughters, Marco.

MARCO: But I stopped him and

they're alive.

ALMA: We're alive because

that's what he wanted.

MARCO: We don't have time to

discuss this now.

There's no time to lose.

We'll talk later.

ALMA: I don't understand.

Why us?

Weren't you friends?

MARCO: Because I slept with

his wife.

Okay.

It was before you and I were

together.

Before I knew you.

ALMA: But you were friends!

MARCO: But they were

fighting, they had an argument,

and...

then she had the accident on her

way to me.

I'm sorry for what this has done

to you.

ALMA: Find Gus.

MARCO: Alma...

ALMA: What more do you want

me to say, Marco?

DOCTOR: You're lucky to be

alive.

That laceration is long, but it

didn't damage any of the organs.

SONYA: And my arm?

DOCTOR: You fractured the

radius.

Badly.

SONYA: I can't move it.

DOCTOR: Can you feel it?

That's just the swelling.

How's the pain?

SONYA: It's there.

KITTY: Hey.

SONYA: Hey.

KITTY: We brought you some

things.

WADE: What's the prognosis?

DOCTOR: Well, she's gonna

need surgery on the arm.

SONYA: That's not possible

anytime soon.

DOCTOR: You can't leave,

Sonya-- you nearly died.

SONYA: I thought you said I

was lucky.

DOCTOR: I said lucky to be

alive.

You've had a lot of blood loss.

WADE: Doc, could we have a

minute, please?

DOCTOR: Sure.

WADE: All right.

KITTY: You know, maybe you

ought to listen to her.

SONYA: Anything on Gus?

WADE: Nope.

Marco's getting Alma somewhere

safe.

SONYA: Can you help me with

these?

KITTY: Sure, babe.

Sit yourself down.

WADE: You should stay here.

SONYA: You know I can't do

that.

Gus is alive.

WADE: Why do you say that?

SONYA: He wants Marco to

suffer.

He wants to draw it out.

KITTY: Vicodin.

It-it's good.

NICK: Okay.

Okay, thanks, Shaun, for

trusting us with that.

We have a new face with us this

morning.

FRYE: You want me to do... do

the whole thing?

NICK: Yeah, yeah.

FRYE: My God.

Um... okay.

My name is Daniel.

If you almost call me Dan, then

I'll kill you.

Stripes.

Um, thank you for telling me

that deeply depressing story,

Shaun.

You actually make me feel really

good about myself, so that was

awesome.

Um, I had my last drink about

90 minutes ago and it was

delicious.

Okay.

Um...

I don't know how you

guys do what you do.

It just seems kind of impossible

to me.

I tried.

I try so hard, and then I

just, I get so far and then I

shit the bed and something

happens, and I just get

hammered, and life is so much

better when you're hammered.

But I have...

I have cool people in my life

who think I can change.

I see a lot of cool people--

thank you--

who let me believe in myself.

So, thanks for that.

Oh, God.

So, whatever.

I don't have a watch or

anything, but, uh, look.

It is 8:22...

and, uh, from this point on

I'm gonna give it a shot.

I don't know how it's gonna go,

but...

shit, I'll give it a shot.

Okay.

KENNETH: How touching that

all was.

COOPER: All right, gang.

This is the haul from David

Tate's apartment.

One pile per victim.

Be quick, but be diligent.

MARCO: How does that help my

son?

COOPER: We know he's

methodical.

If there's a plan for your boy,

it's in here somewhere.

MARCO: You don't know that.

COOPER: I know it's our best

bet.

SONYA: Anything on the

license plate?

COOPER: No, ma'am, not yet.

You okay?

SONYA: Yeah.

COOPER: All right.

Got Daniel Frye's car bomb here.

Gedman's murder.

Dr. Meadow's murder.

David Tate's plan for the bridge

killing.

MARCO: You're bleeding.

SONYA: Yes.

MARCO: Everything is coming

apart.

SONYA: I'm sorry about Gus.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect

him.

MARCO: There was nothing you

could do.

SONYA: But it was...

it was my job, and you asked me

to keep him safe, and I, and I

didn't-- I'm sorry.

I tried.

WADE: Come here.

SONYA: What are these?

COOPER: These are documents

we can't connect...

WADE: When did you last

sleep?

MARCO: Uh, who knows?

WADE: You're not yourself.

MARCO: I'm fine.

WADE: I'm required to ask.

Are you sure you don't need to

step away?

MARCO: This asshole has my

son, Hank.

What would you do if someone

had your son?

SONYA: Uniforms found the

car.

WADE: Go. Go.

Go, go, go, go.

MARCO: No, no, no, no, no.

OFFICER: Gravedigger found it

out here an hour ago.

SONYA: Nothing inside?

OFFICER: Manual, receipts,

a few things in the glove box.

SONYA: Marco!

Marco.

That's not him!

It's not Gus!

It's just a grave!

He's playing with you.

MARCO: I am a man!

A father!

This is not a game!

SONYA: I know.

Come on, get up.

We won't stop, okay?

Let's go.

RAY: Okay.

Kind of a curveball.

CHARLOTTE: A curve-up-my-ass

ball.

RAY: More like a slider then,

I guess.

CHARLOTTE: He left me

nothing.

RAY: He left you the house

and land.

CHARLOTTE: Kate got the

money, the cars, the art, the

furniture.

RAY: I repeat, you got the

land and the tunnel.

KATE: That went super well,

I thought.

CHARLOTTE: You did a really

good job of turning him against

me, Kate.

KATE: So... this one time, my

dad calls me up in the middle of

the night.

And I-I ask him what's up, you

know?

He says, "Oh... it's just

another day married to an

idiot."

That was eight years ago.

Pretty sure you turned him

against you.

Bye, whore.

RAY: Adios, Kate.

Hey.

Forget her.

Look at me, forget her.

We've got the tunnel.

Okay?

We solve the Tim problem this

afternoon, we put the fear of

God in him, and then we'll be

fine.

ADRIANA: Lieutenant Wade?

WADE: Yeah, we're kind of

busy right now.

ADRIANA: Daniel Frye is

missing.

WADE: He's an addict, right?

ADRIANA: It's not like that.

We were at an AA meeting, and

I don't... I don't think it was

him that drove his car away.

WADE: Yeah?

Who was it?

ADRIANA: Daniel helped cover

up the hit-and-run.

David Tate's family.

He told me.

That's why he's been targeted

all this time.

WADE: Damn.

MARCO: Parking ticket.

From the morning the bodies were

left on the bridge.

SONYA: Not part of the plan.

MARCO: This is not his

apartment address.

It's something else.

SONYA: Come on.

We'll call it in on the way.

GUS (muffled): Hello.

Hello?!

Hello?

GUS: Is anybody there?!

DORA: I'm sure of it.

He visits one of our residents,

I'd say every few weeks.

MARCO: Which resident?

DORA: Mr. Chambers.

He's probably in the parlor.

WALTER: He's a nice man.

Warm.

Kind.

MARCO: Do you know who he is?

WALTER: Of course.

He's my father.

SONYA: Walter Chambers has a

home address on file.

MARCO: David once said his

uncle had Alzheimer's.

SONYA: David Tate was here

that day.

Come on.

SONYA: What are you doing?

MARCO: What if we can't

find him?

SONYA: We will.

MARCO: You can't say that.

MARCO: We... hadn't really

talked for years, and then

suddenly he was back in my life.

We just talked about...

how I wasn't there for him

enough.

And how I'd try to...

do better.

SONYA: Tate set that up, too.

MARCO: Still.

And now I'm gonna... and now I'm

gonna lose him again?

SONYA: I can't say we'll find

him, but you can't say we won't.

MARCO: What if he's not

inside?

SONYA: We'll keep looking.

SONYA: El Paso P.D.!

Open the door!

SONYA: That's where he kept

Cristina's legs.

MARCO: Gus?

KENNETH: No.

MARCO: Jesus, David.

KENNETH: He's a good-looking

kid-- Gus.

MARCO: Leave him alone.

Take it out on me.

KENNETH: Well, isn't that

what I'm doing?

MARCO: Let me talk to him,

at least.

KENNETH: That's not possible.

MARCO: Is he alive?

KENNETH: For now.

I thought we'd get together.

MARCO: Why are you doing

this?

KENNETH: Because I'm angry,

and I want to talk about it.

MARCO: All right.

Fine.

Where?

KENNETH: Where are you now?

MARCO: At your uncle's house.

Hello?

KENNETH: You actually

remembered something I told you

about myself.

MARCO: We found the freezer.

KENNETH: We?

MARCO: Yes.

Sonya's here with me.

KENNETH: Really?

How is she?

Probably pretty pale.

MARCO: She's fine.

KENNETH: I've been meaning to

ask her how she enjoyed

getting to know Jack Childress.

That man has some batshit

theories on the border, doesn't

he?

MARCO: Where are we meeting,

David?

KENNETH: Get in your car.

I'll call you in 60 seconds,

give you directions.

MARCO: All right.

KENNETH: Come alone.

Entirely alone.

Leave her.

MARCO: I will.

SONYA: You can't do that.

You're doing exactly what he

wants.

MARCO: Give me your gun.

SONYA: No.

MARCO: Please.

SONYA: No.

If you kill him, you... you're

gonna end up in prison.

MARCO: Sonya, I need your

gun.

Please.

MARCO: Thank you.

Don't tell anyone where I went.

SONYA: What do I say?

MARCO: Just... that I got a

call, and, uh... I left you

here.

SONYA: I can't lie to Hank.

MARCO: Oh, yes, you can.

SONYA: No, I can't.

MARCO: It's easy.

Do it for me.

All right?

Hello?

SONYA: I need a ride.

RAY: Timbo.

TIM: Ray!

Char.

So what are we doing here?

RAY (chuckles): What do you

mean by that?

TIM: Dude.

We're on freakin' Mars, right

now.

CHARLOTTE: We thought a

remote area would be best.

TIM: Okay.

Where's the dinero?

TIM: Whoa, whoa.

Look, what-what's going on,

crazies?

RAY: Get on your knees.

TIM: Wh...?

CHARLOTTE: We found this.

TIM: What the heck is it?

RAY: It's a transmitter,

dipshit.

It was in one of those guns.

TIM: Aw, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, that's-that's nothing.

They put those things in them

at-at the factory.

RAY: Don't even try.

CHARLOTTE: You have no idea

the shit storm you caused me.

TIM: Okay, what?

That lady you muff-dove

come-come after you, what?

RAY: I don't even know what

that means.

CHARLOTTE: What part of the

government?

TIM: Excuse me?

CHARLOTTE: For whom are you

an informant?

I will get in my truck, Tim,

and I will run you over.

I swear.

TIM: Okay, okay, look.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

Guys, I just got caught up in

something.

CHARLOTTE: Are you wired

right now?

TIM: No. No, no, no, no.

No, see?

They-they-they don't even know

where I am.

ATF, they're, like, so

disorganized, it's like

they-they forget about me.

CHARLOTTE: The ATF?

Shoot him.

RAY: I thought you said we

were gonna scare him.

CHARLOTTE: I changed my mind.

Do it.

RAY: I don't think I can.

We used to play kickball

together.

TIM: Guys, it's... come on,

Char, dude, it's me.

We-we-we took an RV to our prom

together.

RAY: He has a point.

TIM: Blue satin.

Big white flower in your hair.

CHARLOTTE: Give it to me.

RAY: Char...

TIM: Wha...? No, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa...

Please, please...

RAY: No, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no!

CHARLOTTE: Calm down.

RAY: Calm down?!

You killed Tim!

He was our buddy!

KENNETH: How's your wife?

MARCO: Don't talk about her.

KENNETH: I had sex with her.

Did you know that?

MARCO: You're lying.

KENNETH: What surprised me

was the vigor.

I mean, after that first kiss,

she really threw herself into

it.

MARCO: Where am I driving?

KENNETH: It's okay that she

survived.

I mean, it-it wasn't her fault.

MARCO: It's not Gus's fault

either.

KENNETH: No, but he's your

son.

Like Caleb was mine.

MARCO: Where am I going,

David?

KENNETH: Franklin Mountain

Park.

Did you do it at my house?

MARCO: Yes.

KENNETH: In my bed with my

wife.

What was your plan?

MARCO: I didn't have one.

KENNETH: Did you think it was

okay as long as I didn't

find out?

MARCO: No.

KENNETH: Did you even think

about telling me?

MARCO: No.

KENNETH: No, you just wanted

what you wanted.

Who cares who it hurts?

MARCO: I'm getting to the

park.

KENNETH: Lot J, near the

quarry.

COOPER: Bridge schematics in

this box, all right?

WADE: Hey, where's Marco?

SONYA: I don't know.

He got a call and left.

WADE: Got a call from who?

KITTY: You don't look good.

SONYA: Oh, it's-it's nothing.

KITTY: Okay, come on.

Sit down.

Sit.

You need to eat.

SONYA: I don't like bananas.

KITTY: That doesn't matter.

You supposed to be on an

operating table right now.

And I understand why you're not,

but you will be of no help to

Marco and his boy if you faint

or get sick or get hurt even

worse.

SONYA: I need to keep

looking.

KITTY: I know.

SONYA: I know we're missing

something.

It's in those documents.

I know it.

KITTY: Okay.

Just drink that.

And then back at it.

KENNETH: Well, hello there.

Old friend.

Stop.

MARCO: Where is he?

Where is he?!

KENNETH: Strange feeling for

a cop, isn't it?

To be powerless?

MARCO: Daniel Frye's?

KENNETH: That's some amazing

detective work.

MARCO: Did you kill him, too?

KENNETH: Have you thought

about me much?

Since my...

suicide?

MARCO: Not much.

KENNETH: You knew I was

crumbling, right?

After she died?

A shrink had me hooked on pills.

The FBI fired me.

MARCO: I heard.

KENNETH: But not one phone

call.

MARCO: We were...

out of touch.

KENNETH: Funny how that

happens.

Get in the car.

MARCO: She chose me, David.

All of this because she chose

me?

KENNETH: Yes.

MARCO: You killed all these

people because your wife left

you?

KENNETH: She was taken from

me.

MARCO: You're not the first

person to lose everything.

Over there it happens every day!

People have their lives ripped

away from them.

It doesn't make them killers.

KENNETH: Maybe I'm special.

MARCO: You... you're not.

KENNETH: Get rid of your

phone.

You have a gun?

MARCO: Yes.

KENNETH: Good.

I'll drive.

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