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- Previously on The Bridge... - My life for your son's... that seems fair.

Let's get out of here.

- No, no, no. That's it? - Yeah.

Look, if the guy's not gonna comment or deny

the story, we're gonna publish as is.

Un Drug Lord?

If you sign this affidavit, witnessed by us,

I can take this straight to the attorney general in Mexico City.

I'm sure he kept backups of Eva's affidavit.

Do you know where he stayed last?

Stop!

Sonya, more are coming! Get out of here!

You were never here, you understand?

The system works!

All hail the system!

Yeah!

Hey!

Gary, you still got that, uh,

hook-up at the Secretary of State?

Secretary of State... do you still got that in?

Yeah, yeah, we do their IT.

I'm gonna hook you up, bro,

- no problem. - Yes!

Yes! You are a great American!

God bless me!

Dude.

Dude, I think that's the door. Somebody's at the door.

I keep telling you, it's in your mind.

There is so much going on in here.

Yes!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, bitch, what are you doing?

Hey! Be cool, man. Don't call her names.

- Why not? - She's my best friend.

- I don't give a crap. - Well, I do. Don't come into my house and...

- I've been here with you all night. - You have, and you're awesome...

Shut up! Shut up! Both of you,

shut up! This is your system?

You ass dialed me 13 times, shithead.

I thought maybe something happened.

Oh, my God.

Something did happen.

Oh, God, five years.

I just lost five years, 230 days of sobriety.

Hey, it was an amazing night! We'll start again tomorrow.

No, man, you can't get that back.

Hey. Hey, hey.

You're still gonna hook me up, with Secretary of State, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah!

Ooh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes.

- Yes! You are the best! - Yeah.

- You are awesome! - Yeah. Yeah.

You are the best, big guy.

Oh, yes!

Oh, yeah. Oh.

- Yeah. - I love that guy!

Uh-huh.

The system...

does not work.

I'm working the story.

Ah.

Your little playdate is over, okay?

You're coming with me. Come on.

- Come on! - I'm coming!

Get your ass outside.

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- Gracias. - Gracias.

Okay.

What was that?

What do you think?

Oh.

Did I ruin sexy time?

- Sleepy time, dickhead. - Yeah.

Little bit of incident with cereal.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm surprised you're even conscious.

What are you talking about?

I'm a professional.

Ah. Hey, which one of you lesbians is the knitter?

I knit.

You got a problem with that?

Problem? Are you kidding me?

I think it's quite sexy.

Like, super hot.

Speaking of.

You know how you make Martha Stewart scream twice?

I'm going back to bed.

- You two have fun. - Good night.

Wait. Do it again. Kiss again, one more time.

- Shut up. - For me.

Hey.

You want to see

the only upside of a cocaine binge?

You promised to call after the hearing.

You shouldn't come here.

It's not safe for you.

So?

It's done. Want a beer?

No.

Have you told anyone? Hank?

Of course not.

Good.

How is that good, Marco?

We lied.

I pretend to be the hero,

everyone saves face,

and your name's kept out of it.

The lie protects everyone.

Did you arrest Robles?

It's not that easy, Sonya.

Why?

Mexico City has Eva's affidavit. That should be plenty

to take him down.

No, they don't.

What?

I still have it.

- We promised we were going to do something. - Yes.

And we will, Sonya.

Just not now.

No, no.

Look, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay, wait.

Look, okay, Grupo CLIO has 79 shell corporations

in Texas alone, right?

How are you inside the Secretary of State's

internal site right now?

- I told you, I was working. - Yeah, how'd you get access?

It doesn't matter, all right. It doesn't...

- Who cares? - Right.

Okay, look. Captain suicide.

- Benjamin Delarge? - Yes.

What's Red Ridge View? I don't know. It's some

shitty housing development thing, but look.

He's on the articles of incorporation, and he's the CFO.

So?

So, he sucks on a bullet, right?

And that business transfers.

He signed it over from the grave?

Yeah, that or Grupo CLIO doesn't want anyone looking

into this place after Delarge died.

Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?

I've been looking at my brother's drawings.

When I cleaned out his cell, there were boxes of them.

I just kept looking at 'em, hoping they were drawings,

random drawings, but they weren't.

And then I...

saw this in your apartment.

You took it?

I borrowed it and...

then I started looking.

He said this...

this place was important to him, that...

this was a s-special place.

He took you here?

Yes.

Jim, he...

told me about this girl.

Bridget Rowland.

She went missing.

It was all over the news.

When? When was this?

Six months before he killed... your sister.

Lisa wasn't his first.

Sonya...

Hey. Here you go.

Her name's Bridget Rowland.

Last seen after her shift at the mall snack bar.

PD said she was a runaway.

Her folks said otherwise.

Jack said his brother knew this girl?

Yeah.

We'll have to notify the family.

Copy that.

Hey.

Hank. No, Hey, hey, hey.

Hank, stop it!

Both of you, stop it!

Stop it! Hey!

Hank!

Pull him off. Pull him off.

Hey!

You pig!

He knew, Sonya.

All those years and that poor girl's family

was wondering where she was.

- And you knew! - I had to be sure.

Bullshit!

You knew.

You knew and you did nothing?!

And your piece-of-shit brother grabbed her sister

and murdered her!

Her sister would be alive today.

That's on you, Jack.

I was just a kid.

I was just a kid.

I don't give a shit.

Why don't you tell her what you did to my brother?!

Ask him.

What's he talking about, Hank?

My brother didn't have a gun.

He didn't draw on you in that motel.

He was unarmed, and you shot him.

That's on you.

That's on you!

Hank?

He's a liar.

Sonya.

Sonya.

¿Obregon?

Sí.

Marco.

150 houses.

Community pool, views, financing's available.

Have you talked to Cuevas yet?

Never gonna write that garbage again.

Yeah, he gave me some bullshit story

on the water conservation program the city just voted in.

Yeah? You should go freelance.

Write whatever you want. No editors.

What... What is this shitty little room?

Nobody's actually publishing you either.

A minor detail at this point.

He would fire me if he found out I was working with you.

All the more reason to be here.

Cuevas can suck it.

Who's this jackass?

Hey, there.

- Hi. - Help you?

Yeah. We're, uh...

looking for this guy, Chip.

He was gonna show us a house.

Yeah, well, you might as well stay in the shade.

Chip likes to operate on Mexican time, if you know what I mean.

No.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh. Oops.

Lo siento.

Yeah.

What's your name, pal?

Ray Burton. Manager.

Pretty much.

Also co-owner.

If you want to take the tour, I can take you.

All right, you got the living room in here,

you got the master suite upstairs.

You just saw the kitchen.

Skimped on the... on the trim, if you ask me,

but you got marble floors,

sweet landscaping front and back.

You have many buyers lined up?

It's not on the market yet, but it's gonna go quick.

You know, there's nothing like it out here.

Yeah.

Grass in the desert.

It's a real Shangri-La.

You two planning on popping out any kids?

Something like that.

No. We're writing a story.

El Paso Times.

We've linked this development to a money laundering operation

on both sides of the border.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop your clock, sister. - You said

- you were the co-owner, right? - No.

Actually, I just work here. An employee.

Ray Burton?

Hmm? What's your partner's name?

I don't have a partner.

Oh.

What did you say this story was, again?

I don't know.

I was thinking something like...

"Cartel Moves Money Through Desert Subdivision."

What do you think? Want to comment?

I think...

you two should find your own way out.

You know when the dude with the puka shells

runs away from you... you are on to

something. Ooh-whee.

Ms. Eleanor.

What are you reading?

It's nothing.

Can I see it, please?

It's about vampires.

Erotic vampires?

Well, yes.

This is of interest to you?

I get swept up in the story.

There's no shame in that.

Tell me about the cops.

Well, they, uh...

They looked around the building.

They didn't find anything.

Names?

Hank Wade and... Sonya Cross.

Thank you, Cesar.

You've been very helpful.

You got a minute?

I want to apologize. I was out of line.

Did you shoot him like Jack said?

Yes, I did.

I did it to protect you.

The report said he had a gun.

No gun.

What happened?

I tracked Dobbs down to that motel and there he was,

just laying there watching TV

like he didn't have a care in the world.

I had every intention of arresting him.

I truly did. But...

I remembered the look on your face

when I took you in to ID your sister.

You were holding my hand.

Knowing what that son of a bitch did to Lisa...

did to you.

There he was,

watching Wheel of Fortune,

eating a bag of potato chips.

I knew what I had to do.

I played it out in my mind, and every time

I did, it felt good. It felt right.

So I broke down the door.

He came at me, and I shot him in the head.

Only it didn't kill him.

I've spent half of my life

searching for answers...

why he picked my sister.

You watched me, Hank.

It wasn't your choice to make.

Yes, it was.

I became a cop because of you.

Because of that day, I looked up to you.

I've called the DA, and...

I'm gonna make a full statement.

Sonya, I'm sorry,

I could have done things different, I know, but...

Can you forgive me?

Eleanor...

Charlotte Millwright, Ray Burton.

Okay.

I wish to speak to Charlotte alone.

Sorry, hon, but...

seeing it's my ass on the line here for your little boondoggle

that you, Tex and our Mexican friend got going on,

I'm just gonna cut right to it.

What's in it for us?

You get to live.

I believe Monte made that clear.

Abundantly.

What happens when this thing goes tits up?

I don't understand.

Some reporters came to the house.

Maybe next time, I go all Deep Throat

and I tell 'em what you got going on out here.

You do know who you're working for, don't you?

Yeah.

So?

Once, there was a village in the desert.

In the village lived a man.

He had a child. A girl.

One day, he took her to the barn.

The man lay on top of her.

His weight crushed her.

Well, what's this have to do with us getting paid?

This went on for many years.

Later, when this was discovered,

the girl was cast out.

She lost everything.

Darkness was tempting her.

She met her demons,

they took her grace

and drank it.

Okay.

When Mr. Galvan found her,

he asked her what she wanted most in the world.

She asked for vengeance.

So he went back to her village.

He shot the man's wife.

She had turned a blind eye to the plight of the child.

He took the man back to the city.

He brought him to a basement,

where a starved dog was locked in a cage.

He took the dog out.

Put the man in.

Castrated the man and fed the dog.

He taught the man to be a pet.

He's still a pet.

What, is this some kind of...

parable?

I want you to understand the kind of man we work for.

And?

Do you want to be a pet?

That...

is not on the "To do" list.

What happened to the girl?

She survived.

Do you understand your role?

Yup.

Good.

I will take care of the reporters.

Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

Adriana?

Adriana.

You home?

I don't want to see you.

Just give me two minutes.

Please.

How long have you known?

Exactly.

Not until I saw the drawing on your fridge.

What made you think he killed Bridget?

The night she went missing,

my brother told my parents he was at the movies,

but he wasn't.

He snuck back into the house late,

and, uh, I remember seeing dirt on his clothes.

Why didn't you say anything?

I don't know.

I was 13.

I mean...

- he was my big brother. - It would have made a difference, Jack.

Lisa could still be alive.

Okay, look...

I want you to understand, please,

- I didn't come looking for this. - Bullshit.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

So did you.

You bring me here,

show me pictures of my brother,

screw me for answers...

Hey.

I don't have room in my life for liars.

You're right. Here.

I'll see you.

Hey, Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy!

Lucy! Hey, hey. Lucy.

Stay awake for me, okay? Stay awake.

Help! Somebody help me!

Oh, my God. Lucy.

Lucy, stay awake.

Come here. Hey. Hey. You hear my voice?

I need an ambulance!

I need am ambulance now!

Please, it's my girlfriend.

I need an ambulance. Stay awake.

Hey, Lucy, stay with me. Stay.

I hear it's been a hard winter, Ms. Millwright.

I'm sorry. I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh. I think you do.

This is Charlotte Millwright.

Hard winter.

I need help.

What did you need help with, Ms. Millwright?

- Really, it's nothing. I'm fine now. - It didn't sound like nothing.

I don't need any help.

Ms. Millwright, we know that you're working for Fausto Galvan.

It was in Agent Froome's file.

Where is Froome?

Reassigned. To Latvia.

Now, why the distress call?

I want to make a deal.

Let me tell you how this is gonna work, Charlotte.

You're gonna tell me exactly what I want to know,

when I want to know it, or you're gonna do time

in a federal prison on drug charges.

You...

are gonna help me take down Fausto Galvan.

That's the deal.

Buenos días, Detective Ruiz.

Buenos días.

Tú, chiquita.

What is this?

What are you doing?

Hey. What are you doing?

What are you... what are you doing?

You're gonna have to hold still.

No.

All done now.

Can I help you?

I have some news for you.

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