Previously on The Bridge...
It's a national security matter.
We'd like some perspective on events that led to the shooting two days ago.
Hank and I were working with Agent McKenzie on the Eleanor Nacht case.
Agent McKenzie never filed a report on his investigation.
I took something out of the house.
It's a ledger.
I hid it right before they grabbed me.
I need for you to go get that now.
ADRIANA: Your husband reached out to us.
Did he ever talk to you about his work?
He had a special project in the garage.
It's fine.
- Can you grab this? - Yeah, yeah.
Grab that.
It's a war between the DEA and the CIA.
(Grunting)
I want another life.
Robles has to pay for what he did.
COOPER: Eleanor's gone.
Transferred into federal custody.
On whose authority? DEA?
No, that spooky-ass Buckley signed for her.
BUCKLEY: We'll get the ledger back, but this needs to be fixed immediately.
(Engine Stops, Car Door Closes)
Hal.
(Sighs)
Well, what did you go and get yourself into this time, Monte?
Antelope hunting.
Gut shot him.
- Got some blood in the stitching. - Well, hell, I can see that.
- Can you fix 'em? - I reckon.
Cancer?
Leukemia.
Mama works over at the Mason's.
Bless her heart.
Thank you, Hal.
Have you been following me?
Yes.
Well, you're out.
Yes.
You have magic friends.
Sonya Cross has the ledger.
I know.
I'm almost done cleaning up.
Soon, the ledger won't matter anymore.
Everything?
All the assets, yes.
Everything else is related to Fausto, and...
Fausto is no longer my problem.
Until he is vámonos,
he is everybody's problem.
Does Sebastian still have what I want?
He's a man of his word.
Are you?
Pardon?
I've come through slaughter for this.
You somehow have come out of this untouched, Monte.
How is that possible?
I provide good counsel.
I am punctual, I work hard.
I will not be sold out, Monte.
Our deal still stands.
I don't trust you.
I'll have you know, I'm a certified marksman.
State your business, Eleanor.
When I'm done cleaning up,
I will expect what I'm due.
I believe Sebastian has other matters to attend to,
but I will convey your demand.
What matters?
Fausto Galvan has his daughter.
Fausto's a demon.
He will be hard to vanquish.
We're working on that.
Good-bye, Monte.
♪ 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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Shit.
♪ ♪
(Muttering)
Hank?
- Hank? - (Soft Groaning)
I figured it out. Hank, I figured out the code.
Sonya. They know you got the ledger.
They-they questioned me about it.
It's-it's... it's addresses.
See, it's eight-nine-two-cave, two-seven-six...
Sonya, listen to me. They're gonna come after you because you got that book.
They already did.
(Panting)
You share this with anybody?
- No. - Good.
Where are they holding Eleanor?
They transferred her to CIA custody.
Shit. They're gonna put her back on the street.
- Why would they do that? - Because, Sonya,
the CIA doesn't play by the rules.
I don't care. I'm going to check out these addresses.
- Not alone, you're not. - Hank, please.
I-I don't think this is a good idea.
- Hank, please. - (Grunting)
My clothes are over there.
- Yeah? - I'll get 'em myself.
(Groaning)
(Marco Grunts)
(Man Coughing)
Marco Ruiz.
(Man Coughs)
Sí. _
Eh?
(Panting)
(Groaning)
(Panting)
Pendejo.
(Screams)
Fausto.
(Speaks Spanish)
Obregon.
MARCO: No, no, no, no, no!
(Music Playing Quietly) (Bell Tinkles)
You're late. I ordered you pie.
- Pecan. - I have a nut allergy.
Too bad. Have mine.
- It's rhubarb. - Thanks.
Tart. I like it.
Do you have it?
Detective Cross does.
Eleanor is thorough... she'll clean it up,
and when she's done, Detective Cross will have a whole lot of nothing.
What else is in the ledger?
A bunch of bat-shit crazy drawings.
We should be okay.
We have to be better than okay, Alex.
I had to go through Chandler at State to get Eleanor released.
I told him she was an operative, Mexicans cooperated...
Do I need to know anything else, Alex, or do you have a handle on this thing?
- Lard crust. - Answer me.
I think the reporters got some intel from Joe's house.
How did that happen?
Don't worry about it.
I'll be paying them a visit.
I've dealt with wordsmiths before.
Are you gonna shut down the pipeline?
I'm working on it.
The, uh, Mexican side of things might be a bit tricky.
You'd better, because the last thing we need is to be called in front of Congress.
Mm. You should wear red.
I mean, if that happens.
It's a power color.
I'm glad you find this amusing.
(Chuckles)
I get it... I'm alone on this.
Oh, yes. You are.
Very.
Manage Sebastian.
We'll need him for a clean transition.
I'll see what I can do.
And no more bodies in El Paso, for God's sake.
Good-bye, Alex.
♪ ♪
It's about drugs and money, and it's all in there.
Marco went after Fausto without any leverage.
We need to get it for him.
Maybe.
Not gonna stop it, though.
Nothing is going to change, Sonya.
Both sides... Mexico, United States...
they have to put on a show.
Used to be I thought I could make a difference.
You ever spit in the ocean?
Why would I spit in the ocean?
It is vast...
and we are not.
Ah, hell, I'm sorry.
Getting shot always makes me a little soft for a few days... I'll get over it.
- You all right, Hank? - I'm all right.
Hello?
(Whispers): Hank.
♪ ♪
- SONYA: She beat us to it. - Yes, she did.
My bet is she's already on her way back to Mexico.
She had help.
Yeah. Cesar.
That's the ass-hat that stole my folding knife.
Let's go to the next address.
(Panting Nearby)
(Woman Speaks Spanish)
Romina?
ELEANOR: Burn it.
(Grunting)
What do you want me to do with him?
- Is that everything? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
Please... I have a family.
- Put him in the car. - I thought we were done.
No, we're not done yet, Cesar.
(Low, Indistinct Chatter)
Yeah.
I want to see Captain Robles.
Do you have an appointment?
No, I do not.
Well, he's not here.
- When will he be back? - What is that?
This is a paperweight.
Could I ask you...
to take a message?
Okay.
Tell... tell the captain...
no man can run from his past.
Are you gonna write that down?
Okay.
Anything else?
Nope.
And who-who are you?
Oh, I'm his past.
♪ ♪
I've been sitting here thinking...
about a life with you.
Yeah?
Right there in that house.
What's so special about that house?
It's...
pink. (Laughs)
I don't know, it just got me thinking.
What would our life...
be like in that house?
Our life together.
Where were you?
I went to see Robles.
I can't stop thinking about him.
We can walk away.
No, we can't.
I can't make sense of a world
where a man like that can live, thrive.
With his children.
The world can only bear so much before a sunderance.
When I come back, will you be here?
I don't know.
(Panting)
Romina.
(Panting)
Okay.
(Sobbing)
No, no, no, no.
(Sniffles)
(Coughs, Sobs)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
(Whispering In Spanish)
(Groans, Exhales)
MAN: Called in earlier.
- Anybody hurt? - Manager's missing.
Some kind of break-in, we think.
We're too late.
We're chasing our own tails now.
What the hell are they doing here? Reporters.
What are you guys doing here?
Well, we were, uh, just cruising for chicks.
Got no time for your bullshit, Frye. What are you doing here?
Joe McKenzie believed this was a money-laundering site.
Look, if you know anything about Joe McKenzie,
you better tell me right now, or I'm gonna kick your ass, Frye.
We don't have to tell you shit.
- (Yells) - Hank, stop.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay! - Stop it.
- Okay! - Daniel...
(Grunts)
you realize I'm no longer acting lieutenant, right?
- No, I didn't know that. - All right, that's enough.
We need your help.
Marco's life might depend on it.
You got a prescription for these pills?
Look, you can threaten me, you can rough me up.
I don't care. I've been working on this story for months.
You know what? You all thought I was drunk and full of shit.
You are full of shit. You don't work at the paper anymore.
I was right about the CIA, Red Ridge, all of it.
Okay, so what are you gonna do? Blog it?
Yeah, on FascistCop.com.
- You still running the site? - Hank.
What?
Listen, we all have been hurt by this.
All right?
We work together, we can stop them.
Why don't you translate this for us.
Fine. It's relatively simple. Agent Joe McKenzie
stumbles across a covert CIA operation that helps Fausto Galvan
launder money and move shipments of drugs over the border.
In exchange for what?
We're not exactly sure, but from what we can tell, the CIA was
protecting the cash running through money houses and banks like Rayburn.
So the DEA is trying to bust Fausto while the CIA is helping him?
Yeah. And taking a pretty piece of it, I'm guessing.
Holy shit.
We have no proof.
Eleanor cleaned everything from the ledger.
What is this?
FRYE: Don't know. McKenzie had it on him.
- Well, did he give it to you? - Mm, not exactly.
He kept it at home, not at the office.
Well, that still doesn't explain how you got it.
We kind of broke in and took it.
Journalistic probable cause.
(Chuckles)
- Where is that? - We don't know.
I do.
Holy shit. They're the same maps.
But Eleanor's has GPS coordinates.
Let's get out there.
Well, this is it.
It's a whole bunch of nothing.
What could Joe be looking for out here?
ADRIANA: Hey, I found something!
Over here!
What you got?
A Customs seal.
It's not even ripped.
What's the...
what's the nearest border crossing?
(Sighs)
Well, there's a...
there's an ag crossing a couple of miles from here.
Save yourself a lot of trouble at the border
if you got one of these things on your vehicle.
You know, I got this guy at Customs...
Good, uh... good working with you again, Detective.
It's been nice.
(Starts Engine)
(Door Opens)
Hi.
You are really into the... the whole cowboy thing, aren't you?
Yes, sir, I am.
I had a horse step on my foot once at summer camp.
That was pretty much it for me and horses.
Well, you got to show 'em who's boss.
You check out of the hospital early, Hank?
- You consult with your doctor? - No need. I'm fine.
You're... bleeding.
Little bit.
You know, I have a brother who's a surgeon. He could probably get you in.
You want to be careful about secondary infections.
- I'll live. - Okay.
- Can I have one of these? - Sure.
(Grunts)
So, Eliot, you want to tell me what happened with Eleanor Nacht?
There's not much to tell. Order came down from Langley.
CIA, yeah. That's not what I'm asking about.
Where is she?
Some off-site holding facility, as far as I know.
And you're sure about that?
I am unless you know something I don't.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Well, it's out of your jurisdiction, Hank.
We're managing things.
You're not managing shit.
Okay.
I think that CIA guy is calling the shots, not you.
As a matter of fact, if I didn't know better,
I'd say you're doing a whole lot of catching, not a lot of pitching.
What's your point?
The CIA put Eleanor back on the street,
and either you don't know jack shit about it or you're in on it.
Which is it?
Don't take my word for it. Why don't you call 'em up, find out where Eleanor is.
Off-site holding facility, my ass.
Hey, I'm not taking orders from some shit-kicking local.
You're the one who walked into an ambush with Agent McKenzie, who I'll remind you
was conducting an illegal investigation.
- He was right. - Yeah.
And now he's dead.
(Grunts)
You call 'em up. Go on. You find out where Eleanor is.
And when you do, Eliot, you call me,
and I'll help you unscrew your head from out your ass.
Ah...
(Exhales)
No.
No, Obregon.
(Speaks Spanish)
- If this is about your daughter... - What are you doing about it?
Everything I can.
We've reached out to the Marines. We're getting traction.
If they move on Fausto, he will kill her.
You know that.
That's not going to happen, Sebastian.
They're in contact with Fausto.
Detective Ruiz is there.
Why?
We don't know.
We're looking into it.
Just remember the Americans need me for the transition.
I want my daughter back and Fausto dead.
We all want that.
Now, go back and comfort your wife in this difficult time.
I got this.
(Elevator Bell Dings)
(Coughs, Sniffles)
Por favor. (Shivering)
Fausto.
No.
(Beep)
COLONEL: Detective Ruiz.
(Phone Rings)
Sí.
Hi there.
- Can I ask you a question? - Okay.
- You ever seen this woman? - Um...
No.
What about this man?
Uh, no, but, um, there was a guy out here
asking the same thing, uh, not too long ago.
Really?
Big guy?
Cop, I think, um... Talked to my dad about the trucks.
What trucks?
At the crossroad.
They come at night.
FRYE: Come on, Bobby.
- No. - Talk to me, please.
You still owe me 12 bucks when you stiffed me at Chi-Chi's, Frye. Up yours.
I do?
We had daiquiris.
Tammy the coke fiend was there. Incident by the dartboard.
Tammy. The coke fiend. She was fun.
- What's she doing these days, huh? - (Scoffs)
She's a Christian now. Selling shoes at the mall.
- Shame. - That's a waste.
Off a job.
Hey.
Keep the change.
Where did you get this?
At a crossroads in the desert about 40 miles from here. We figure it's a forgery.
- No, it's not. - Interesting.
Where does someone get something like that?
Only from us. We print 'em here.
Big companies get 'em to make the border crossing easier.
- How easy? - Well, Border Patrol won't search the trucks.
It's a NAFTA thing.
Can Mexican companies get the stickers, too?
American or Mexican. It's a process.
You got a list of those companies?
You got a hundred bucks, I got a list.
I need to go to the ATM first.
♪ ♪
(Chuckles)
(Speaks Spanish)
♪ ♪
(Forklift Beeping)
Hey, capitán.
(Chuckles)
(Gasping)
So, uh,
kid said the trucks come every night?
Pretty much.
Drug Enforcement...
will not admit that they got outflanked
by the Central Intelligence Agency with Eleanor.
(Chuckles): That's what this is all about. It's just a pissing contest.
That reporter's right... this is all dirty.
It's all dirty.
I still can't believe it.
Our government cooperating with the cartel?
Not saying it's right, but I guess it happens.
You know, it's always struck me as strange that,
well, we get about five murders a year, give or take a few,
in El Paso as long as I've been around.
And given what's going on across the border,
it just doesn't feel right. It's...
And some of that's on us.
Cops?
No, Americans.
Here we go.
What the hell?
SONYA: They're switching drivers.
Let's take them.
You take the van. I got the semi.
- Be careful. - Copy.
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