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Previously on The Bridge...

MARCO: A lot of things

changed.

Alma's gone, my daughters are

gone, Gus is dead.

SONYA: I know what you're

thinking.

You want to kill David Tate.

MARCO: He took everything

from me.

LINDER: Detective Cross?

My bride is missing.

SONYA: I'm looking for

a missing girl, last seen

in Juárez.

MAN: Of course.

KITTY: The girl you were

looking for. Eva.

I saw her at the police station.

A cop took her away.

MARCO: Where is she?

MAN: I don't know what you're

talking about.

SONYA: You beat that man up.

He was a cop, you're a cop.

You can't do that.

MARCO: We found Eva, right?

She was taken to a party,

drugged, raped.

SONYA: We need to fix this.

FRYE: Hey, lady!

Some old lady dies babysitting

a cartel fortune.

ADRIANA: That's not all.

Half of it's euros.

MAN: This came for you.

FRYE: What the hell's that?

"Who is Millie Quintana?"

ADRIANA: Elena called me.

SOFIA: It's Daniela.

She never got off the bus.

ADRIANA: Mama...

MARCO: Who did those

drawings?

SONYA: Jim Dobbs.

MARCO: It looks like they

were made by a child.

SONYA: He killed my sister.

GALVAN: The asshole who

murdered your son?

Ask it and it will be done,

Marco.

I will have him killed for you.

MARCO: I want to kill him

myself.

♪ Wind

You go, but where you been

You say you'll stay

♪ But then

Like me you go again

♪ Looking for a home

♪ Sky...

You're just a place to fly

You're just a big blue eye

♪ Like me sometimes you cry

Looking for a home

♪ Sea...

You're nothing more to me

Than just a rollin' sea

♪ Another part of me

♪ Looking for a home

♪ Sand...

You're all that's left of man

Since time itself began

♪ Someday, I'll turn to sand

Still looking for a home

♪ Wind...

You go, but where you been... ♪

MONTE: Howdy, Chip.

♪ You say you'll stay

But then

♪ Like me you go again

Looking for a home... ♪

♪ Looking for a home...

♪ Until I'm one

With you

My heart

♪ Shall not

Pass through

Until I'm one

♪ With you

Our love will be mistaken. ♪

MAN: Sorry.

SONYA: I'll be right there.

OFFICER: Down! On the ground!

Down!

Stop, stop. Come on, now.

Stop! That's an order!

MARCO: What're you doing?

It's me, moron.

What're you doing?

Hey!

Where'd he go?

Where'd that asshole go?

The one that was in that room!

Where is he?

OFFICER 3: Is everything

okay, boss?

Did you find the drugs, sir?

MARCO: No, there was

nothing.

HUERTA: Abelardo?

¿Cómo estás?

Abelardo, this is Joe McKenzie

and Agent Rivas.

They're with the DEA.

Señor Pintado is one of our

finest prosecutors.

McKENZIE: Nice to meet you.

ABELARDO: Likewise.

McKENZIE: I want to get back

to the Condor surveillance

program outlined in my memo.

HUERTA: I haven't read your

memo yet.

Why don't you summarize?

McKENZIE: Firstly, we'd like

to congratulate the new

democratically elected

government of Mexico.

And that goes for your

promotion, too, Guillermo.

HUERTA: Muchas gracias.

MCKENZIE: Now, the DEA

stand ready to help in any way

that the administration will

allow.

We're just not clear how we're

supposed to do that when all of

our agents keep getting sent

back home.

Now, what Condor proposes...

HUERTA: We understand your

concern, Joe, but we prefer a

different approach to achieve

peace on the streets.

McKENZIE: Short of calling a

truce with the cartels or

putting more boots on the

ground, I don't know how you're

going to do that.

HUERTA: With competent men

in the right positions.

McKENZIE: Okay.

HUERTA: Men like Abelardo

here.

He's our newly appointed

prosecutor to the State of

Chihuahua.

ABELARDO: Um...

sir...

HUERTA: Now, I was just

explaining our strategy in

Juárez to our American friends

here.

McKENZIE: Does this strategy

include taking out Fausto

Galvan?

HUERTA: To fight organized

crime, we need to clean our own

house first.

McKENZIE: Guillermo, we have

$10 million and three years

invested in this.

Are you pulling the plug?

HUERTA: I didn't say that.

If you have any intel you want

to share, I'm willing to look at

it.

McKENZIE: What exactly does

that mean?

HUERTA: Don't call us.

We'll call you.

JACK: Nice horse.

On your jacket.

SONYA: It's not my jacket.

JACK: Well, whoever's jacket

it is, you're wearing it.

I'm Jack Dobbs.

Uh, so, you here to see someone?

SONYA: Yes.

Your brother.

I'm Sonya Cross, Lisa's sister.

JACK (sighing): Oh...

Okay, well...

SONYA: You can't smoke in

here.

JACK: Yeah.

Okay.

You're really her sister?

SONYA: Have you spoken to the

doctors?

JACK: Uh, no, just, just a

nurse.

He, uh, he's on the way out.

SONYA: You don't know that.

JACK: I've been around enough

doctors to know.

I mean, they weren't saying it,

but they were, if you know

what I mean.

SONYA: Well, is there

something I can do?

Like, uh...

find a new doctor or...?

JACK: Well...

Why would you do that?

SONYA: I don't want him to

die.

JACK: Okay.

SONYA: Do you want him to

die?

JACK: I don't really know.

Uh, I'm gonna smoke this.

Uh, nice to meet you.

GUARD: Passport?

What do you plan to do in

the U.S.?

ELEANOR: Work.

GUARD: Do you have more than

$10,000 on your person?

ELEANOR: I have $126.

GUARD: Okay.

Have a nice day.

YOVANI: What?

ELEANOR: You were supposed to

use a different line.

YOVANI: Calm down.

We're here.

ELEANOR: You should've used

a different line.

Why didn't you use a different

line?

YOVANI: Your line was

shorter.

ELEANOR: We have a system.

Use a different line next time.

YOVANI: Where's the SUV?

ELEANOR: Hybrid.

It's good for the environment.

YOVANI: "Hybrid"?

ELEANOR: Electric car.

I'm worried about the polar

bears.

YOVANI: Well, I don't give a

shit about polar bears.

I don't want to look like

a pillow biter.

ELEANOR: "Pillow biter"?

I-I don't understand.

YOVANI: Gay. I don't want

to look gay, Eleanor.

ELEANOR: But you're not gay.

Many Americans drive hybrids.

YOVANI: And many Americans

are gay.

ROBLES: Everything okay,

Marco?

MARCO: An arsenal?

And drugs?

The house was empty.

ROBLES: You didn't look hard

enough.

Punks like this grow up to be

sicarios, traffickers.

MARCO: Why don't we go

after them?

ROBLES: You shouldn't be

here, Marco.

You don't want any friends of

this trash hunting you down.

Get out of here.

EVA: What should I do with

him?

WADE: Take him up to the

barn, give him some grain.

EVA: Okay.

WADE: Thanks, Eva.

What kind of person cuts another

man's fence?

They're looking to steal

something-- tractor, tools...

stealing cattle now.

SONYA: How's Eva?

WADE: Better.

The same.

Then better, and some days

she don't talk at all.

SONYA: She ever talk about

what happened?

WADE: She will when she's

ready.

You talk to Marco?

SONYA: He's not returning my

calls.

WADE: Yeah, I suppose he's

still sorting it out.

Figure he got his reasons for

keeping quiet.

Is that why you come up here,

Sonya?

SONYA: Dobbs is dying.

WADE: The man that killed

you sister left this planet a

long time ago.

SONYA: I met his brother.

WADE: Be best if you

steered clear of that entire

family, Sonya.

EVA: Hank!

WADE: Eva?

SONYA: Eva?

WADE: Go in there.

SONYA: Eva?

Eva!

What's going on?

What happened?

You all right?

What happened?

WADE: Take her into the

house.

SONYA: Come on, let's go.

Let's go inside.

Come on.

EVA: There was a man in

the barn.

SONYA: What happened?

WADE: Is she all right?

SONYA: Yeah.

WADE: She tell you anything?

SONYA: Said she recognized

him.

Police from Juárez.

WADE: Shit.

FRYE: Who is it?

GARY: Uh, it's, uh, Gary.

Missed you at the meeting today.

FRYE: Go away.

GARY: Yeah, I can't do that.

FRYE: Sure, you can.

Just back in that shit-box

Honda of yours and go get a

Happy Meal or something.

GARY: What are you doing?

FRYE: Waiting for a call.

GARY: Looks important.

FRYE: It's nothing now, but

hopefully it will be very soon.

GARY: You haven't been to a

meeting in a while.

As your sponsor, it's my

responsibility to reach out,

see how you're doing.

FRYE: I'm fine.

GARY: Then why haven't you

been coming to meetings?

FRYE: How many times have you

heard Felipe's story about

getting shit-housed, rolling his

car and killing Felipe Jr.?

GARY: A lot.

FRYE: Or Tammy getting

looped up on Vicodin and passed

around that biker gang and

liking it?

GARY: Yeah, okay, you're

deflecting, Daniel.

FRYE: I'm not deflecting.

I just don't need it anymore.

It's bumming me out.

GARY: When was the last time

you had a drink?

FRYE: Like five minutes ago.

GARY: What about your 53

days?

FRYE: It's more like 40.

I might've been stretching the

truth a little.

Besides, I've got a system.

GARY: No, systems don't work.

Okay? Trust me.

I've seen them all.

FRYE: This one does.

Rush? Really?

GARY: You either drink or you

don't.

And yeah, I like Rush, so what?

FRYE: Are you Canadian?

GARY: No, I'm just a fan.

FRYE: And you like them when

you're sober?

Because that, I mean, that,

I mean, that's impressive.

I mean, 2112's an okay album,

but a T-shirt...?

GARY: Hemispheres, dude?

FRYE: Hemispheres was like,

okay, it's fine...

GARY: Okay!

What is your system?

FRYE: Oh, good, ready?

Two beers a day.

GARY: What about vodka?

FRYE: No, no!

Vodka leads to pills and pills

are not good for Mr. Happy

Pants.

It's two beers a day.

It gives me something to look

forward to.

GARY: Yeah, two beers a day

is not gonna work 'cause you're

an addict, Daniel.

FRYE: I may be buzzed now,

but tomorrow I'll be sober, and

you, sir, will still be a Rush

fan.

GARY: Yeah, funny.

There's a meeting tonight.

FRYE: That's my phone.

GARY: Okay.

FRYE: The call, I gotta

take this.

Hey, this is Frye.

SONYA: Hey.

MARCO: How long were you out

there?

SONYA: Not long.

MARCO: Watching me?

SONYA: Yes.

Well, at least you can have sex

with other women now that you're

divorced, huh?

MARCO: That supposed to be

a joke?

SONYA: No.

MARCO: Alma doesn't want me

at the birth of my own child.

SONYA: I'm sorry.

MARCO: Look, Sonya, if you

came by to check on me,

I'm-I'm fine.

SONYA: A man came after Eva.

MARCO: Where was she?

SONYA: Hank's.

She recognized him.

MARCO: Yeah?

SONYA: A cop.

From Juárez.

MARCO: ¿Estás segura?

SONYA: Yes, I'm sure, Marco.

She was terrified.

She knew him.

SONYA: What's going on down

here?

MARCO: They know we saved

her.

She wasn't supposed to be saved.

Yesterday, someone tried to

kill me.

We were on a raid.

I turn, and there he was.

We were wearing masks and it was

dark, so I couldn't see who he

was, but...

It was one of my own men.

SONYA: What are we gonna do?

MARCO: We?

This is my problem.

I'll deal with it.

SONYA: I'm sorry, how is

this your problem?

I risked my job smuggling an

illegal immigrant into the

United States.

MARCO: Ah, ch... No, no, no,

no, no, no.

Undocumented-- not illegal.

SONYA: They showed up at

Hank's house looking for her.

MARCO: Can't you get it?

If they want me dead, they can

make it happen.

At any time, like that.

Same for you.

SONYA: You know what, Marco?

Why don't you call me when

you're ready to do something?

CELIA: Can I help you?

ABELARDO: Sí.

Abelardo Pintado.

Prosecutor for the State

of Chihuahua.

I'm looking for Captain Robles.

CELIA: He's not here.

ABELARDO: He told you to say

that, didn't he?

It's okay.

I am patient.

SONYA: Hi.

JACK: Hey.

SONYA: How is he?

JACK: Uh, well, I don't know.

They, uh, took him to the

hospital for an MRI and some

other tests.

SONYA: Well, that's good.

JACK: Maybe.

I can call you if there's news.

That's if you want to know.

SONYA: I do.

JACK: And, uh, I'm sorry

about the other day.

Like I said, this...

this whole thing is kind of...

SONYA: Yeah, weird.

Weird is-is-is what you said.

JACK: Yeah, no, kind of.

SONYA: Um...

Could we talk?

JACK: Yeah.

SONYA: I-I just have a lot

of...

a lot of questions.

About your brother.

JACK: Yeah, okay, uh, there's

food here.

SONYA: Okay, yeah, that's

perfect.

JACK: Okay.

YOVANI: You want me to come

in with you?

ELEANOR: Yes.

Bring your tools.

YOVANI: I got 'em.

ASSISTANT: Hi. How are you?

Welcome to Rayburn National

Bank.

Uh, Mr. Delarge is waiting in

his office, if you'd like to

follow me, please.

Uh, can I get you anything to

drink?

ELEANOR: I would like some

tea with honey and cream.

ASSISTANT: Okay, yeah, uh,

sir?

No? Okay, uh, right this way,

please.

DELARGE: Yes?

ASSISTANT: Uh, hi,

Mr. Delarge.

Your clients are here.

Right this...

Have a great meeting.

DELARGE: Ms. Nacht.

Is that really necessary?

YOVANI: Phone.

ELEANOR: Please.

You know why we're here?

DELARGE: That's a...

a signed Mickey Mantle ball.

YOVANI: And who's that?

ELEANOR: Yovani, please

return the ball.

It doesn't belong to you.

DELARGE: Thank you.

YOVANI: How old is the

blonde?

DELARGE: What?

YOVANI: Your daughter.

How old is she?

She has nice eyes.

ELEANOR: I want to know what

happened at the Quintana house.

DELARGE: It was a freak

thing.

She had a stroke.

ELEANOR: The money wasn't

supposed to be there.

DELARGE: Well, like I told

you, we had a delay.

ELEANOR: We understood you,

uh, would be able to handle

the volume.

DELARGE: And we can.

ELEANOR: Then why didn't you?

DELARGE: That will not happen

again.

ELEANOR: But it did.

DELARGE: Yes, it did, and I

have made the necessary

corrections.

ELEANOR: Leaving us with a

negative balance of $60,427,000.

That includes the euros at the

current exchange rate.

Why wasn't the money moved when

it was supposed to?

Explain that to me exactly.

DELARGE: My courier confused

the pickup dates.

ELEANOR: What's his name?

DELARGE: But, like I said,

I've-I've...

I've dealt with him.

ELEANOR: Dealt with him how?

I need a name, please.

It is my job to provide thorough

accounting of how it happened.

DELARGE: He has a family.

ELEANOR: Yes.

So?

DELARGE: Please.

ASSISTANT: Uh, uh, tea with

honey and cream.

Oh, my gosh.

I... I'm so sorry, I...

ELEANOR: Don't touch me.

Yovani.

YOVANI: Mm-hmm.

ASSISTANT: I'm so sorry,

Mr. Delarge, I'm...

It's my f... So sorry, I...

Wait, wait, what are you do...

What are you... Aah!

DELARGE: Hey, wait a minute.

ASSISTANT: Hey, hey, what are

you doing?

YOVANI: Finger?

Hand?

Ear?

ELEANOR: Ear.

YOVANI: Shut up, asshole!

ASSISTANT: Oh, God.

ELEANOR: You won't call the

police or tell anybody what

happened.

DELARGE: No.

ELEANOR: You have a family,

too.

Don't you, Mr. Delarge?

Now I need the name of the

courier... please.

JACK: You don't look like

a cop.

And that's a good thing,

'cause usually I don't like

talking to cops.

SONYA: Why?

Are you a criminal?

JACK: No.

Not right now.

SONYA: Oh.

JACK: That's a joke.

SONYA: Oh.

No, I get it, I get it.

That's hilarious.

JACK: Okay.

I get it.

You want to know about my

brother.

SONYA: I want to know why he

picked my sister.

JACK: We all drove ourselves

crazy asking why he did that to

your sister.

SONYA: Yeah.

JACK: After the trial, my,

uh... my old man killed himself.

Shotgun.

My mother passed a couple years

later.

Cancer.

I think it's... it's all

related, you know.

Like some kind of karma for what

Jimmy did.

SONYA: I don't believe in

karma.

JACK: Why not?

SONYA: Things just happen.

JACK: But...

But there's a pattern out there,

like... like us meeting.

SONYA: There's no pattern.

Your brother killed my sister.

JACK: Well, what do you want

me to say?

I'm sorry.

And that day...

That day messed up my entire

life, and I'm guessing it did

a number on your family.

SONYA: Yeah.

JACK: Well, uh...

Thanks for lunch.

SONYA: You're welcome.

Uh, wait...

Um...

There's something I want to show

you.

FRYE: Daniel Frye.

Never, uh...

Never caught your name.

MAN: Whatever you want it to

be.

FRYE: Okay.

How about, uh...

How about Dick?

DICK: That works.

You got five minutes.

FRYE: All right, so...

DICK: Put that away.

This is off the record.

FRYE: Deep cover.

You got it.

So, what you got, Dick?

DICK: My department chief is

sitting on your FOIA request.

FRYE: No shit.

DICK: Quintana, Quintana,

Quintana.

All given asylum on the same

day.

You see the date?

FRYE: Who could order

something like this?

DICK: Way above my pay grade.

FRYE: Somebody's got to be on

the take, right? I mean...

DICK: Listen, I don't answer

questions like that.

Look, you never saw this, and we

never met.

Don't you know what the

Socialists in power would do to

a GS-9 like me?

Huh?

FRYE: I don't know, Dick.

What would the Socialists in

power do?

Take away your five weeks paid

vacation?

SONYA: This is it.

That's you, isn't it?

JACK: Mmm, yeah.

Where did you get this?

SONYA: He had it on him when

he was arrested.

JACK: You mean shot.

SONYA: Yeah.

JACK: I remember this day.

It was a good day.

Can I have this?

SONYA: Sure.

Yeah, of course.

JACK: Thanks.

Um...

I, uh...

I should go.

SONYA: I don't want you to

go.

JACK: Okay.

What are you...?

What are you doing?

SONYA: Foreplay?

JACK: Yeah?

SONYA: Is this weird?

JACK: Uh...

yeah.

Yeah.

LUCY: Maybe you should go.

ADRIANA: I can't.

LUCY: She's your mother.

I mean, what if this guy saw

her?

ADRIANA: No, he didn't.

My mother put up a reward for

information about Dani.

LUCY: She still has hope.

ADRIANA: These people who are

calling just want the money.

Dani's not lost.

She didn't run away.

She's dead.

LUCY: You don't know that.

ADRIANA: I just don't want to

talk about this anymore, okay?

FRYE: Dude... dude, I've been

looking for you.

Kelly said you...

Kelly said you were just having

lunch.

ADRIANA: It's okay.

It is just lunch.

FRYE: That...

Are-are you, uh...?

LUCY: Lucy.

You must be Daniel.

FRYE: That's me--

the dickhead.

LUCY: Ah, she did mention

something about that.

FRYE: What?

Ooh. Aah.

LUCY: Grab a chair.

FRYE: Yeah.

Oh, are you done?

Because I am, like, starving.

LUCY: No, it's all yours.

FRYE: Thank you so much.

My God, you are pretty.

You've got, like, perfect lips.

That's awesome.

ADRIANA: Have you been

drinking?

FRYE: Two beers.

I'm fine.

Full disclosure-- this dickhead

is also a fully-functioning

alcoholic.

ADRIANA: Daniel, what do you

want?

FRYE: Oh, um... met with my

source.

ADRIANA: Yeah, your guy in

Immigration.

FRYE: Yeah, so listen.

So, three of Millie Quintana's

relatives from Guatemala all got

asylum six months before that

money house went on line.

ADRIANA: So Millie has

connections in Immigration?

FRYE: Yeah, right.

I mean, it's got to be that, or,

like, whoever she's working

for...

Someone-someone made that

happen.

ADRIANA: Shit.

FRYE: I got to go.

I shouldn't have interrupted.

It was so lovely meeting you.

LUCY: Same here.

ADRIANA: Hey, Daniel.

We need to find those relatives.

YOVANI: I thought you were

gonna go for his hand.

ELEANOR: Ear was better.

He wasn't listening.

YOVANI: You want, we can get

you a new dress... after we get

the Yankee.

I could give you my thoughts,

help you look good.

ELEANOR: It is "Yankee," not

"the Yankee," and I don't need a

new dress.

YOVANI: Whatever.

CHIP: Chip Diaz.

Nice to meet you.

YOVANI: Hello.

CHIP: Where would you like to

start?

ELEANOR: Inside.

CHIP: Fantastic.

I've got some refreshments,

if you'd like.

YOVANI: Tools?

ELEANOR: No.

CHIP: Something wrong?

ELEANOR: Go on.

ROBLES: Hey, Marco.

MARCO: Hello, Captain.

ROBLES: Where were you?

MARCO: At the courthouse.

ROBLES: Now you're a free

man?

MARCO: She didn't even show

up.

Her lawyer signed the papers.

ROBLES: It's for the better.

I need you to do me a favor.

The new prosecutor is here.

MARCO: Yes, I saw him.

ROBLES: You know how it is...

new president...

they want to make a show.

MARCO: What does this one

want?

ROBLES: Well, what all of

them want.

To make a name for himself.

Take care of him for me.

Show him the personnel files...

answer his questions.

MARCO: Okay.

ROBLES: You know.

MARCO: Marco Ruiz.

ABELARDO: Yes, I know who you

are.

MARCO: You want to see the

files, right?

ABELARDO: Please.

I read all about what happened

to you on the bridge.

My condolences for the loss of

your son.

MARCO: Thanks.

Please excuse the mess.

It's not always like this.

Captain Robles...

ABELARDO: Don't worry.

I've met many men like your

captain.

No, no, no.

Thanks... I can do it,

I can do it.

MARCO: Can I help you with

anything else?

ABELARDO: No.

Well, actually, once I'm settled

in, I'd like to talk to you.

When I get my bearings.

MARCO: Sure. But I'll have to

clear it with my captain.

ABELARDO: Sure, sure.

Do you clear everything with

your captain?

MARCO: That depends.

ABELARDO: On what?

MARCO: On what I think he

needs to know.

ABELARDO: That attitude can

be dangerous.

MARCO: What exactly are you

looking for?

ABELARDO: I'm not sure yet.

I'll know it when I see it.

Thanks.

SONYA: Would you like

something to drink?

JACK: No, I'm good.

Thanks.

Um...

Thinking maybe I should, uh,

get going.

SONYA: Okay.

JACK: Did he, uh, give you

those?

SONYA: Yeah.

He drew them for me.

JACK: Why would you, uh, put

them up?

SONYA: I like looking at

them.

JACK: Okay.

I, uh...

should get going.

SONYA: Okay.

Bye.

WADE: Sure you want to do

this?

EVA: What else am I gonna do?

WADE: I'm trying to get you a

visa without raising too many

red flags.

So this will be a temporary

situation, okay?

Until I figure something out.

EVA: What if they come back

to your house?

WADE: Well, if they do,

they're not gonna like what they

find.

EVA: I'm sorry about this.

WADE: No.

EVA: I-I've been too much

trouble, I'm...

WADE: No, you haven't.

Nothing to be sorry about, Eva.

I need to have a word with this

guy first, all right?

EVA: Okay.

WADE: You're late.

BOB: Dang stray dog-- I tried

to catch it, but it eluded me.

Dang good-looking collie.

Hello, Eva.

You like collies?

WADE: No opinion.

BOB: Well, it's a good breed,

generally.

Helpful.

WADE: Let's get something

straight.

I'm here in a non-law

enforcement capacity, all right?

BOB: Don't worry.

She'll be safe with me.

Plus Brother Steven will be back

soon.

They have a spiritual

connection.

WADE: Look, I don't trust

you, I don't trust that wing nut

Linder, neither.

Not as far as I could throw you.

This was her idea to come here.

See, I ran your name, Bob.

You want to tell me about what

happened in Tulsa?

BOB: Which thing?

WADE: Felony assault with a

dirt bike.

BOB: Well, it was one of

those stand your ground things,

it just happened to be on

a Yamaha.

Might have been some meth

involved-- you know what I'm

talking about.

WADE: You still tweakin',

Bob?

BOB: I'm not that man

anymore.

You have anything else you want

to know?

WADE: Yeah, what do you got

going on up at that ranch?

BOB: The Lord's work.

A safe haven.

The Path.

WADE: For the moment...

I'm gonna let her go with you,

all right?

But you're responsible for her.

If anything happens to her, you

answer to me, do you understand?

BOB: Yeah, I do.

WADE: Good.

WOMAN: Hola, Marco.

Your eyes are sad.

MARCO: Nothing that I can do

about it tonight.

WOMAN: That depends on how

you spend your night.

WOMAN: Is everything

all right?

MARCO: Yeah.

I just can't sleep.

You want to have a drink

with me?

COOPER: Trucker called it in.

SONYA: Is that a dog?

COOPER: Yes, it is.

SONYA: We need to stop it.

COOPER: Yeah, I wanted you to

see what we're up against first.

Course, it's a hybrid, so it

ain't like we can wait it out.

SONYA: Hey.

COOPER: Boss.

WADE: What the hell is this?

COOPER: Exactly.

There she goes.

KYLE: Whoa, whoa.

Dude, look.

DEX: What is that?

KYLE: Dude, check it out.

ELEANOR: Help me.