Previously on “The Bridge”…
McKenzie: Her name is Eleanor Nacht.
One of Fausto's money people.
We grab her, we have a legitimate shot at bringing down Fausto Galvan.
ELEANOR: We understood you
would be able to handle the volume.
DELARGE: And we can.
ELEANOR: Then why didn't you?
FRANCO: I'm going to put it up into your ribs.
Straight into your heart.
(gasps)
RAY: We got hit.
Pack a bag and hang tight.
Remember the plan.
BOB: And I'm not talking about, like, a seven-headed
hydra, I'm talking...
LINDER: Sunday school's over, Bob
(Alejandro grunts)
ELEANOR: Would you like to touch?
KYLE: Here?
ELEANOR: Yes.
MARCO: Did she say where Kyle was?
DEX: No, just that he was with the butterflies.
I don't know what she meant.
SONYA: It's Kyle.
(Eleanor humming a tune)
(continues humming a tune)
(vehicle approaching)
(turns engine off)
ELEANOR: Is it safe?
OBREGON: You got everything?
ELEANOR: Yes.
Is it safe?
OBREGON: Yeah.
(groans softly)
(mumbles)
Ay, ay, ay, ay.
(grunts)
I prefer you up front.
ELEANOR: I want to sit behind you.
(speaking Spanish quietly)
(starts engine)
♪ Until I'm one♪
♪ With you♪
♪ My heart♪
♪ Shall not♪
♪ Pass through♪
♪ Until I'm one♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ Our love will be mistaken. ♪
♪
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DELARGE: Mm-hmm.
I'm taking care of it.
Yes.
The ear... will not be an issue.
He's, um... a bright boy.
I understand completely.
(exhales)
(cell phone snaps shut)
(sighs)
(knocking)
Come in.
TIMMY: Everything all right?
I heard...
DELARGE: It's fine.
Come in, Timmy.
How's the, uh, reattachment process coming?
TIMMY: We're waiting to see if it takes.
DELARGE: You haven't told anybody?
TIMMY: No.
Not as long as you keep
paying me, sir.
DELARGE: Of course.
Absolute silence.
You understand what these people
will do if you talk about what happened?
TIMMY: I know.
DELARGE: I'm sorry, Timmy.
You know that, right?
TIMMY: Right.
(door closes)
(machine beeping rhythmically)
(labored breathing)
(rapid beeping)
(flatlining)
(flatlining stops)
NURSE: Would you like to be alone?
JACK: Who do I talk to about getting his stuff?
ABELARDO: It's me, Abelardo.
ABELARDO: Gracias.
(sighs)
ABELARDO: No, gracias.
ABELARDO: No.
(Marco chuckles)
(Jack clears throat) Sonya.
(clears throat) I'm sorry.
He, uh… he died.
SONYA: You should've called me.
JACK: I know. I'm sorry.
SONYA: I wanted to be there when it happened.
JACK: Nothing happened.
He just… he just stopped breathing.
It's over.
(breathing unevenly)
Sonya...
Sonya.
- Come on… - Don’t touch me!
JACK: Sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Go... away.
Yeah.
(line ringing)
(sighs)
(line beeps)
This is Charlotte Millwright.
Hard winter.
I need help.
(Ray chuckles) I got you some tacos.
(Charlotte sighs)
CHARLOTTE: Oh, my God, I hate this place.
(Ray sighs) It's temporary.
All right? Monte's coming.
He's got our passports and the rest of our money.
CHARLOTTE: And then what?
I mean, the money's gonna run out, Ray.
In months, not years.
What then?
RAY: You sure you don't want a taco?
I mean, the wine should be cold by now.
No, I don't want a taco and I don't want wine.
I want to know what we're gonna do when there's no more money.
RAY: Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look, I know it's fuzzy.
But we get to Alaska, new names and all that...
CHARLOTTE: And then?
RAY: And I get a job canning fish.
Which I know I can do. Which is good money, honey.
And you can get into, you know,
I don't know... designing
Web sites from home or some shit.
Or you can be one of those virtual secretaries, you know,
but very low-profile.
You know, we save up.
We get a trailer with a couple of acres.
Nice fire pit.
Place for archery and...
(sighs)
You can... you can pop out a kid or two.
You know, eventually we'll get a
boat and I could teach the boys how to catch salmon while you
sunbathe on the deck and read Twilight or whatever.
I'll get fat, probably.
You know, time passes and... we
live our life that way until...
until we die, I guess.
That's a good life.
What do you think?
CHARLOTTE: That sounds nice.
RAY: Yeah?
CHARLOTTE: Yeah.
Maybe I can do that.
Alaska.
FRYE: Rayburn National.
Finest bank cartel money can buy.
ADRIANA: Right now, all we have is some receipts.
FRYE: Yeah, and a dead Chuchito.
Let me handle this. I'm gonna get Mike Wallace on his ass.
- ADRIANA: Don't do that. - TIMMY: Hi.
Welcome. What type of account were you interested in?
FRYE: Um... small business, please.
TIMMY: Great. Right this way, please.
DELARGE: So... LLC, S-Corp?
FRYE: Uh, we’re actually… (clears throat) Excuse me.
We're, um, actually not interested in opening an account.
We would like to discuss these with you.
DELARGE: Um, I'm not... sure I know what...
ADRIANA: We're from the El Paso Times, Mr. Delarge.
DELARGE: Okay.
ADRIANA: We're doing a story on money laundering on the
border and we have a few questions.
FRYE: It's about smurfing.
ADRIANA: Small transactions
at thousands of ATMs to move
huge amounts of money.
DELARGE: I know what it is.
FRYE: I guess that kind of makes you Papa Smurf, huh?
(Delarge snorts nervously)
DELARGE: Come again?
ADRIANA: Your bank does this all the time.
Do you want to know where we
found these receipts, Mr. Delarge?
FRYE: In Juárez.
Next to a dead body stuffed into a duffel bag.
DELARGE: Look, I am very busy.
I have no comment on...
ADRIANA: Have you ever heard
the name Millie Quintana, Mr. Delarge?
FRYE: Look, Benjamin, we've already linked your bank
directly to cartel money.
We got that.
DELARGE: I'm calling security.
FRYE: Okay.
Just, uh… call us if you ever want to talk.
Just gonna grab those.
Thanks.
(door closes)
(opens drawer)
(snaps phone closed)
(phone clatters into drawer)
(footsteps echoing)
DELARGE: There are some phones in my desk drawer.
Can you dispose of them?
I've lost track.
TIMMY: Um... okay.
DELARGE: Move back to Pennsylvania, Timmy.
TIMMY: It's Tim.
Asshole.
DELARGE: Remember the phones.
FRYE: Well, we shook the tree.
Let's see what falls out.
Ah...
What?
ADRIANA: If Delarge was cleaning money from the Quintana
house, why hasn't the DEA caught up to him yet?
I don't know. Maybe, uh... I don't know, maybe
somebody's slowing them down.
ADRIANA: Daniel, it just...
it just doesn't feel like the cartel's work.
FRYE: Hey.
ADRIANA: What do you think? We should hit him now?
FRYE: No, no, no, no. Let's just see where he's going.
(shoes scuffing)
(gunshot)
(Adriana gasps)
(Frye sighs)
WADE: I had an uncle took his own life.
Jumped off an overpass.
Hit the windshield of a semitruck, semitruck pancaked a
Volvo driven by the local pastor.
Three people dead.
Asshole didn't think about the consequences.
MARCO: Why am I here for a suicide?
WADE: Sonya's already inside.
You gotta see what Cooper found on the surveillance video.
This thing is bigger than the banker.
Eleanor Nacht was here with Yovani Garza.
And they met with him.
COOPER: Old Ben Delarge was a popular guy.
I got Yovani Garza and Eleanor
Nacht here six days ago.
Then five minutes before Delarge
takes his shortcut to the hereafter...
SONYA: Daniel Frye.
MARCO: Hmm.
SONYA: Have you seen him since the bridge?
MARCO: No. Why would I?
SONYA: Well, they already gave us a statement, told us
almost nothing about what he said to Delarge.
Couldn't hold them.
COOPER: The nerd with the bandaged ear is Delarge's assistant.
- All right, I'll go talk to him. - Hey, are you okay?
SONYA: I'm fine.
MARCO: I'll go talk to the reporters, see what I can get from them.
WADE: Well, if anybody on God's green Earth owes you
a favor, it's Daniel Frye.
I suppose I'll go inform our drug enforcement pals.
COOPER: You know what the strangest
thing about all this is, boss?
WADE: What's that, Coop?
COOPER: This is my bank.
BUCKLEY: It done?
FRANCO: Sí.
BUCKLEY: Good.
Well, that's it. We're done.
FRANCO: Something happened.
BUCKLEY: No details, please.
FRANCO: I felt a presence in the room.
BUCKLEY: And did you deal with this presence?
FRANCO: No, it wasn't a person.
It was Jesus.
BUCKLEY: Yeah.
All right.
Does Jesus pay better than me?
I'll have the money wired to your account.
FRANCO: Bueno.
SONYA: Her name's Eleanor Nacht.
She works for the cartel.
TIMMY: Yeah.
SONYA: She came to see Delarge six days ago.
Do you know what for?
She do that to you?
TIMMY: Look, all I did was spill tea on her dress,
and then she had that psycho cut my ear off.
- To scare Delarge? - I don't know what she was thinking.
Isn't that your job, lady?
SONYA: Well, she killed a kid for clothes and a car,
so he couldn't ID her.
TIMMY: Jesus.
I mean, can't you put me in protective custody or something?
Somewhere cool, like Seattle or Bam... or just anywhere?
SONYA: What else happened today?
TIMMY: Um, he-he got a phone call this morning and
after he seemed, I-I don't know, like, freaked out, nervous, I...
SONYA: I checked his call history.
TIMMY: No, not from his office phone.
He had other phones.
He asked me to get rid of them.
SONYA: Did you?
All I'm saying is blowing your brains out at work is a rookie move.
You know, have the decency to kill yourself in you own bathtub.
Grab a handful of pills, a fifth
of Stoli, you throw in a little
Captain Beefheart, and you enjoy the ride.
ADRIANA: Do you even care that he's dead?
FRYE: Oh, my God no.
ADRIANA: He had a wife and two daughters.
Yes, and now they're sad, and they're off somewhere crying.
Look, all I care about is how it affects the story.
That's the only thing you should care about, too.
- ADRIANA: We just changed the story. - FRYE: We did not!
He was dirty. He put himself in that position.
All we did was come along and
ask him a couple questions.
Hey, Detective.
MARCO: Daniel.
Hola, Adriana.
FRYE: I never got a chance,
you know, to say thank you for
the, uh, the... what you did on the bridge.
You could've shot me.
Pretty sure I would've shot me.
MARCO: I don't want to talk about that.
FRYE: Okay.
What can we do for you?
MARCO: You two were the last
to see to the banker today.
And saw it happen.
ADRIANA: Yeah.
MARCO: What did you say to him?
FRYE: The question is why do you care?
ADRIANA: No.
Adriana?
FRYE: What did he say?
ADRIANA: He said he'd bribe
me with what he knows about Dani
in exchange for what we know about Delarge.
MARCO: No, no, no, I did not say that.
ADRIANA: Yes, you did.
MARCO: We can help each other.
That is all I'm saying.
FRYE: We don't have to tell you shit.
We made our statement.
You'll see what we got when we publish.
MARCO: All right.
Okay.
WADE: Holy shit!
COOPER: Mm-hmm.
- Bank coffee. - Yeah.
Delicioso.
WADE: Well, you'd expect better from the suit-and-tie
crowd, and I've had better at the gas-n-go.
COOPER: Yup.
WADE: Trying to figure this all out.
COOPER: Cartel dinero, no doubt.
WADE: It's a goddamn mess.
COOPER: That it is.
Serves you right though for tipping off the DEA so fast.
WADE: Well, I promised them I would. What's up?
SONYA: Hey, I might have something.
I found phones in the banker's desk.
He had some business down in Juárez,
I’m meeting Marco to check it out.
WADE: Okay.
Make sure you check in.
SONYA: Okay.
McKenzie: She's still not sold on sharing, is she?
Cooper, why don't you get Agent McKenzie a cup of coffee?
COOPER: Copy that.
MARCO: Hey.
I thought we were meeting back at the bank.
SONYA: Do you know anything
about CLIO Grupo Internacional?
MARCO: Oh, yeah.
Well, it's a huge company in Mexico.
(chuckles)
They have tentacles everywhere.
Why are you asking?
Benjamin Delarge called there this morning.
(Eleanor humming a tune)
OBREGON: Can you stop humming that?
We can listen to a CD.
You like Metallica?
The Black Album.
ELEANOR: No.
OBREGON: Taylor Swift?
My wife got me into her.
Why, why don't you like to sit in the front?
ELEANOR: I prefer to sit behind you.
OBREGON: Yeah, but why?
ELEANOR: So I can see what you do...
before you do it.
(humming a tune)
It's a number on a phone, that's all.
You can't just barge into a legitimate business and make accusations.
SONYA: I can ask questions.
MARCO: Yes, you can.
SONYA: Delarge had six phones locked in his desk drawer.
CLIO's the only number he ever called.
MARCO: Maybe he had business with them.
SONYA: Eleanor Nacht went to see Delarge.
We know she works for Fausto Galvan.
That links her to CLIO.
MARCO: Maybe.
SONYA: Why are you not seeing this?!
Do you not want to go?
- SONYA: I'm happy to go by myself! - MARCO: Did I say that?
MARCO: I did not say that. No, I didn't.
We're going, right?
SONYA: Jim Dobbs died.
MARCO: When?
SONYA: This morning.
MARCO: How are you feeling?
It might help if you talk about it.
SONYA: I feel...
I feel confused...
I guess. I...
I just wanted to talk to him, you know?
Once.
Have one conversation.
MARCO: To say what?
SONYA: How much I loved my sister.
MARCO: What would that do?
SONYA: I don't know.
Get rid of what I see when I imagine it.
MARCO: A lot of money in this place, hmm?
SONYA: Yeah.
It looks good on the outside.
- ¿Detective Ruiz? - Sí, señorita.
SEBASTIAN: Detective Ruiz!
Thank you very much.
Security called up.
How can I help?
- This is... - Detective Sonya Cross, El Paso PD.
SEBASTIAN: Mm.
SONYA: We're looking into the death of a man named Benjamin Delarge.
MARCO: Uh, he called someone at this building this morning.
SEBASTIAN: I see.
SONYA: He shot himself in front of Rayburn National Bank.
He was the branch manager.
SEBASTIAN: Oh, very unfortunate.
SONYA: Did you know him?
SEBASTIAN: No.
But we do business with the bank.
We work both sides of the border.
SONYA: Right.
Does the name Eleanor Nacht mean anything to you?
SEBASTIAN: No.
SONYA: She's responsible for two murders in El Paso.
SEBASTIAN: You're here about a suicide?
I'm sorry, I'm slightly confused.
MARCO: Well, it would help if we could find out who Delarge
spoke to this morning.
That's what she means.
SEBASTIAN: Would you like me
to see about getting phone logs?
SONYA: Yes.
SEBASTIAN: Okay.
- SONYA: Actually, that would be helpful. - MARCO: Yeah.
SEBASTIAN: Ah, Marisa?
I'll have my assistant take care of you.
- Okay, but we don't have a warrant... - Not a problem.
- Thank you. - Oh, you're welcome.
MARCO: Gracias.
SEBASTIAN: Detective Ruiz.
Can I talk to you about another matter?
Not related.
It's all right. Go on. I'll catch up.
(Sebastian laughs)
MARCO: Okay.
MARCO: She killed a kid.
(speaks Spanish)
SEBASTIAN: Okay.
SONYA: Ready?
MARCO: Yeah.
Anything?
No record of the call from this morning.
MARCO: Huh.
What are those?
SONYA: I asked for the last two months.
Why would the head of the company meet us?
I don't know, maybe he wants to help.
SONYA: What'd he want from you?
MARCO: He... wanted to hire me.
SONYA: For what?
MARCO: Um, security consulting.
Many of us have second jobs.
SONYA: Hmm.
What'd you say?
MARCO: I told him I already had a job.
(knock at door)
MONTE: Miss Millwright.
How are you?
CHARLOTTE: Peachy.
(toilet flushes)
RAY: Monte, my man.
You bring the passports?
MONTE: In a manner of speaking.
RAY: Look, just give me the money so we
can vamonos to the great white north.
MONTE: There's no need to run, Ray.
Not now.
CHARLOTTE: Really?
MONTE: You take a mulligan on the heroin.
RAY: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, Monte.
You screw up a job, they come for you.
That's Cartel 101.
CHARLOTTE: Let him talk, Ray.
MONTE: I've spoken to Mr. Galvan.
He doesn't care about the heroin.
RAY: So we're supposed to
just go back and pretend like nothing happened?
MONTE: Not exactly.
- There's a new job. - Well, wait a minute, Tex.
- Listen, we need to discuss this. Alone. - Shut up, Ray.
What's the job?
MONTE: Let's go for a drive.
- Okay, show me. - Whoa, whoa, babe.
Look, we need to discuss this.
Alaska, our plans...
Kids.
CHARLOTTE: Screw Alaska.
BOB: Witch hazel or peroxide?
(Alejandro mumbles in Spanish)
Sorry, what did you say?
ALEJANDRO: Go to hell.
BOB: I guess it's the witch hazel, then.
Might sting just a little bit more.
(Alejandro screams)
(groans)
I thought you saw a good man in there, Steven.
(Alejandro gasping)
LINDER: I was mistaken.
ALEJANDRO: You idiots have no
idea how to do this right.
LINDER: How did you come to this path?
ALEJANDRO: What?
LINDER: Your life.
You-you weren't always a rapist.
You were a little boy, once.
You ever done anything good in this life?
One honest moment of love in all this darkness?
I have.
And it was glorious.
BOB: Tell it, Brother Steven.
BOB: Happy to cut his nuts off,
take his eyeballs, swap 'em out.
Whatever it takes.
LINDER: I want every name.
Every cop there that night.
(Alejandro chuckles)
ALEJANDRO: Ah, amigo...
(laughs)
Do whatever you want.
Kill me.
I don't give a shit.
LINDER: Oh, you should give a shit, friend.
(knock at door)
JACK: Hey.
SONYA: Hey.
(Jack clears throat)
JACK: Uh, sorry, you know.
I know you don't like surprises.
SONYA: It's all right.
Come on in.
JACK: Yeah. I, uh...
got a little drunk.
SONYA: You'll have to quit smoking now.
JACK: Yeah, funny.
(laughs)
Good memory.
SONYA: So?
(Jack clears throat)
JACK: I, uh, I should've called you from the hospital.
It was important to you.
I knew that.
SONYA: Why didn't you?
JACK: I don't know.
I, uh, didn't really...
expect to have this reaction.
SONYA: He was your brother, Jack.
JACK: Yeah.
He was my brother.
SONYA: What did you take from the room?
JACK: Nothing.
Just more crap.
It's a good thing he's gone.
Can you feel it?
SONYA: No.
JACK: Well, it is.
It is.
It's over.
SONYA: We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
JACK: Wait.
Wait.
You sure?
SONYA: Yes.
I like it.
I want you to.
♪
ELEANOR: Is it safe?
GALVAN: I'm not going to hurt you, Eleanor.
I need you.
What happened in El Paso?
ELEANOR: Yovani was inappropriate.
He touched me.
GALVAN: How he touch you?
ELEANOR: In a way I didn't want to be touched.
GALVAN: So... you kill him?
ELEANOR: Yeah.
GALVAN: I told him not to touch you.
ELEANOR: He did.
I was worried you would think that I betrayed you.
GALVAN: No.
I have something you want.
That means I have you.
Is the banker a problem?
ELEANOR: No.
I think I can fix it.
GALVAN: Bueno.
ELEANOR: So, we still have our deal?
GALVAN: Sí.
ELEANOR: May I see?
GALVAN: You got ten minutes.
(static crackling)
ELEANOR: I was away.
(man humming a tune nearby)
(Eleanor humming in harmony)
Would you like me to feed you an acorn?
Dainty.
(both humming)
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