Original subtitles

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?

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.

I'm leaving...

and you're getting out of the way.

Why would I do that?

Because I have Romina Cerisola.

Captain Robles, you're going to be charged with rape...

conspiracy and corruption.

Bullshit.

What is this?

I don't know. McKenzie had it on him.

What, did he give it to you?

We kind of... broke in and took it?

They're the same maps.

But Eleanor's has GPS coordinates.

Let's get out there.

You take the van, I got the semi.

Be careful.

Copy.

Yeah?

I got a visual on the van.

I'm going to pull it over.

Goddamn it, Sonya, no. You'll wait for backup.

You don't know what's in there.

Do you copy?

Copy.

Turn off your engine and step out of the cab!

Step out of the truck now!

Shit.

Linder...

♪ Until I'm one

♪ With you

♪ My heart shall not

♪ Pass through

♪ Our love will be mistaken.

Lieutenant.

Did you call me out here

to rub my nose in this whole Eleanor Nacht fiasco?

No.

Well, you were right.

About the CIA?

Yep.

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 ten tons here.

At least.

Holy shit.

Excuse me.

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.

Oh, hey there, Daniel.

What the hell are you doing here?

Here, sweetheart.

Take a cab home.

20 bucks?

Here.

Don't forget to tip.

Go. I'll see you. 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-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?

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's smart-- and-and I think she is--

she's gonna 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.

What, you didn't know about that?

What exactly

do you think is going on here?

Well, I-I think the CIA is at war with the DEA.

I think you guys 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-I don't exactly know,

but I'm gonna figure it out. And I'm pretty sure

you call yourself a patriot,

and you tell yourself that you're 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's 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.

Oh, so it's all about money? No shit.

You see, if we keep doing our job right,

then, you know, well, life just

goes on.

You know, the DEA

keep busting drug shipments... Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on!

...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's gonna believe your shit

no matter how true it is!

Yeah? Look, I-I'm

kind of in the middle of something right now...

Oh, shit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I copy.

Burn it.

I'm on my way.

I'll fix it.

So here.

Take a drink.

Forget about the story.

Romina...

Wait, wait.

Get up!

Wait, damn it!

Can't you see she can't walk?

She needs to rest!

Go to hell, Marco!

Eat shit, asshole!

Get her up,

or I leave you both with the coyotes and snakes.

You're a son of a bitch.

Assholes.

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.

I need removals ASAP.

What do you mean "hold"?!

Yes, I can hold.

I did everything we agreed to.

So have I.

There will be work to do

when Fausto's dead.

Of course.

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'll take him home...

...to the oak tree.

You want me to open it?

No.

I want the demon to see my face.

Hello, Father.

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...

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 want to get that looked at.

I'm gonna make sure that someone

is being held responsible for this.

Okay. Okay. Sonya, come on, come on,

let's go talk to Linder. Come on.

This is bullshit.

Yeah, it's bullshit.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah.

Romina, Romina, Romina, Romina.

Yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

She can't go any further.

How much longer?

Hey...

fix her.

Sí.

Sí.

I won't do it.

Move over.

I'll do it myself.

What now?

What is your plan?

We walk through the mountains until we die?

There's a truck hidden up ahead.

We get to the truck,

lose the Marines...

...and we get on my plane.

Or maybe we die together.

No way I'm going to die out here.

Where do you want it?

No, I want to do it.

Come on.

Please.

Know how to calm

a horny woman?

I need a vein.

Slap it.

Harder.

Romina, the gun!

Were you hit?

Yes.

The asshole shot me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Press here.

Okay.

Okay... Hey!

Hey! Where's the truck, asshole?!

Take us there now!

And then what?!

Ah, boss!

Hey.

Well... 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!

This morning I'm just,

I'm just kind of buzzed. That's all.

I have somebody willing to go on record about Buckley.

Oh, the CIA doesn't go on record.

They just break in 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-we're bloggers?

They get more hits than this place. They're not afraid.

They're not afraid 'cause

they live in their mother's basement.

That is where bloggers are bred.

In-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.

I was trying to... take her out of there.

It was...

nothing unusual.

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?

Keep going, Fausto. Move!

Take it easy. It won't be long now.

There it is.

Is that it? Yeah.

Anybody in there?

Nobody. Just the truck.

Okay.

Hurry up! This girl is getting worse.

Let's see if this piece of shit will start.

Open the hood.

This piece of junk is dead.

Rats chewed the battery.

Told you to poison them.

Rats eat anything.

Sorry, boss.

I'm in no hurry.

We can watch this pretty girl die.

Is there another car?

I can make a call.

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

Give me the phone.

The code is 4-3-2-1.

Call the Marines!

No way.

What's the matter, asshole?

You really thought you were going to be a hero?

I know too much.

About the Americans, too.

Hmm.

If I die...

they write songs about me.

You take me to prison...

I'll still be the king!

Just like your father would have been.

Shut up.

Did you know he's buried out here?

That's a lie.

I know where his bones are.

My father and I dug him up.

You never forget that smell.

My father died in a fire.

Oh.

No. Don Manuel sent five guys

to kill him.

Your father killed four.

The fifth...

shot him in the back.

They buried him in a landfill...

surrounded by trash and dead dogs.

He grew dope.

He abandoned my mother and left her with nothing.

He wasn't the great man you think he was.

But he had balls.

If we get out of here,

I'll take you to see his bones.

Hey. Don't let her fall asleep.

Now you're giving orders?!

She dies, I'll waste both of you.

You're not gonna get anything out of him.

Cross.

Sonya, it's Marco.

I need your help.

I have Fausto Galvan.

Yeah, bien, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey...

Help is on the way.

Okay?

My father?

He sent help for me?

No.

He didn't send anyone.

It hurts a lot.

Hold on.

Fix me again.

Oh, no, no.

No, I can't give you any more.

You'll die from an O.D.

I can't do it.

I don't care.

Don't say that. Of course you do.

Listen to me.

You're going to live.

Focus on coming out of this.

Understand?

You're going to come out of this.

You're going to recover and you're going to get help.

Okay?

It's not that easy.

I'm the daughter of Sebastian Cerisola.

Forget about that.

You don't have to be like your father.

You understand?

Relax.

Hey.

How you doing?

Thanks for setting this up.

Thanks for agreeing to meet.

You got any, like, credentials or something?

Oh, I see.

The station chief. Wow!

That is quite impressive.

We 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, um...

a sick man.

His psychiatric problems have

evolved over the last few months.

We're still trying to determine the extent of it.

That's your statement?

For now. Yes.

You're 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's being evaluated.

We got to find Buckley.

Any sign of the Marines?

No. I came the way you said.

Good. Where's Fausto?

Inside. Come.

Does anyone know you're here?

No. I didn't tell anyone.

What about Robles?

Robles can't touch me anymore.

I'm 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.

Oh.

That's sad.

So, how do you feel about journalists?

I don't.

Good, then I have a job for you.

I already have a job.

Wha-What kind of shit is this?

Carla?

I didn't get her name.

Just the money.

Hurry!

She's got a bullet and an exit wound on her right side.

Sonya?

Don't tell anyone who she is, all right?

Until you hear from me.

Come.

Here. Keep her safe.

Okay. Good luck!

Damn it.

Celia... I need you to call Prosecutor Benavides

right now.

Sí, Marco.

And start the paperwork.

Of course.

Marco?

What's this?

You're the first on my list, shithead.

I'm booking him.

Good job, Marco. I'll take it from here.

No, no, no.

No, señor.

I captured him.

I'm booking him.

I'm not letting him out of my sight

until they come for him.

You did it.

Now what?

Well...

you'll live in a cage for the rest of your days.

And you become a hero?

No.

I'm no hero.

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 gonna 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 gonna tell me where I can find Eleanor Nacht.

What's up, Celia?

Has he arrived?

Sí. Mr. Prosecutor.

Nice work.

I want him locked up

in maximum security.

Discussions about where to house Mr. Galvan are ongoing.

Sure.

In the meantime, I've asked for extra security.

And Robles?

He left without his badge.

Where is he?

We don't know.

We're looking.

We have a warrant.

I have a proposition.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not interested in being captain.

Think about it.

Hey.

What happened?

I died, Eva.

I had a dream.

It was about us.

Uh, you, you had these, like,

uh, itty-bitty animals, and, uh, you were playing with them.

A little baby goat

and, uh, chickens.

I don't understand, Steven.

In the dream,

you were caring for the animals.

Uh, because you were with child.

At least that's

what it meant to me.

I'm glad you came back.

As am I.

Our friend Buckley run into a little trouble, did he?

Gunshot. He tried to get out of the car.

Made to look to like a robbery.

There he is.

Well, I'd say karma's a bitch.

But this goes way past karma.

Well, I don't know much about karma.

But it looks like he had some tasty caramel corn

before he bought it.

CIA's just gonna say he's a rogue agent

acting on his own.

Like it never happened.

Maybe not.

You call them? Yeah, I did.

I owed them a favor.

So, you've got five minutes

before I call State and the CIA.

Can watch them make up a story.

Whoa!

How are you gonna write it up?

I'm not.

Guess they retired him, huh?

Surprised they don't have 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.

But you're happy, right? Like...

with everything, you're happy?

Yeah, as happy as I ever get.

You're not gonna bail out or anything, right?

Yeah, don't get all mushy on me.

All right. Just wondering.

Let's write it.

You publish it.

This is good.

Thank you, Cesar.

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.

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.

You told me to be a good girl.

A 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 was only blackness.

And the feeling of acorns on my back.

I want you to feel them.

Do you want to touch?

Do you want to touch... Daddy?

Touch me, Daddy.

The demon is still inside of you, isn't it?

Whatever it is that rots inside of you.

Daddy.

You can't anymore! You can't anymore!

Stop!

Now.

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.

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 them

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.

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH