The Bridge (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 7 - Destino - full transcript
The EPPD corners their prime suspect. Charlotte questions Ray's true intentions. Linder crosses the border and takes on his most difficult case yet.
Previously on “The Bridge”…
— What’s on the other end ?
— A crazy, psychotic bitch.
— You want me to deal with her.
— If everything checks out,
— it’ll be just like it was with Karl, but with Ray.
— I want to get something going down here.
— You know what I mean ?
— I do. — Sweet.
— Did you call in unit ? — No.
— Is that a real police cruiser ?
— No. Guy must’ve bought an ’02 Crow Vic
— at auction and tricked it up
— to look like one.
— The lab’s all over it. — Gina heard her father
— talking to someone before the murder.
— You’re thinking that the killer was a patient, right ?
— Maybe.
— What about his cheeks ? Full ? Hollow ?
— It was dark. I was hiding, and I only saw him for a second.
— Female, Caucasian
— 15 years old, black and white sweater…
— Gina.
— Gina.
— Hey ! Okay…
— He’s watching us.
— Are you all right ?
— I’m digging the whole
— Erykah Badu thing you got going.
— The turban.
— What do you want ?
— Ah, I thought it would be nice doing this in person you know,
— seeing it’s the first time and all.
— What else do yo want ?
— I’m guessing I, uh…
— checked out with the cowboy lawyer ?
— Monte’s very thorough.
— Okay. So I check out.
— I’d like my money now, please.
— Something wrong ? — I’m good.
— Then we’re done. — Yeah, well, you know…
— I was thinking about getting a little two-way commerce going.
— It’s a shame to see that tunnel running one way.
— What do you have in mind ?
— AR-15s. Say, 50 to start.
— We go from there.
— That’s not an easy weapon to get right now.
— No shit.
— So what do you say ?
— I got a great connect.
— I can deliver this week.
— Do you have an opinion about oral sex ?
— Uh, yeah. It’s, uh… it’s cool.
— I prefer it.
— Some ladies do.
— This will be our arrangement, moving forward.
— So is that a yes on the guns ?
— Depende.
— Is this a cartel thing ?
— Okay, then.
— What are you doing ?
— Call log.
— Stolen vehicle reports from the past five years.
— How long have you been up ?
— The killer got that car somewhere.
— Yeah, maybe here, maybe in Dallas, maybe Chicago.
— You know, there’s only so much information you can process.
— Well, do you have better idea ?
— You like details, huh ? Just like the killer.
— It’s how I work.
— Maybe you should listen to your gut sometimes.
— I’m going in to look at that car again.
— Don’t leave that up there.
— Oh, yeah. Sorry.
— Think I’m gonna go home and talk to Alma.
— She’s not gonna let you back into the house.
— Your gut should tell you that.
— Yeah, maybe I should find a hotel, huh ?
— What’s wrong with the couch ?
— Nothing. Yep. Oh, hold on.
— I almost forgot. Here.
— What’s that for ?
— For the flowers.
— For Kitty. See, I borrowed some money.
— So I’m paying you back.
— Okay. Thank you.
— Yeah. Thank you.
— What’s the first thing you’re gonna eat
— when these things come off ?
— Don’t talk. Hold on.
— I’m working the case of a lifetime.
— Yeah, all right.
— I’m working with task force.
— All right.
— Confidential stuff, can’t… tell you about it.
— All righty.
— Hello ? — Detective Cross ?
— Yes, I’m here. — I think I found it.
— The car was purchased at…
— I got something on the car.
— Where’s Marco at ?
— He went home to argue with his wife.
— Right. What about the car ?
— They pulled three digits of a VIN from the engine block.
— Doesn’t match any stolen Crown Vics.
— Go on.
— But I have a partial match on a car
— that was sold at auction
— in Las Cruces five years ago.
— I’ve been on the phone with the auction house all morning.
— They dug up the sale.
— Is there a name ?
— Jack Childress, lives out on McNutt Road.
— He’s been on disability for the last ten years.
— Well, that’s worth a look.
— Sorry, I’m late.
— How’s things at home ?
— Bad. Maybe worse.
— Sorry to hear that.
— It is what it is.
— Why don’t you stick with Sonya.
— She’s gonna follow up a dicey lead out in the desert.
— Copy that.
— Hey, baby. — What are you doing ?
— I’m investigating the drain.
— You’re my pool boy now ?
— Well, I was looking for summer work, ma’am.
— Did you see her ? — Yeah. And I got the money.
— Did she say anything else ?
— Nope.
— This is the place.
— This guy has record ?
— Marco.
— El Paso PD. Open the door !
— El Paso PD, search warrant.
— Anybody home ?
— Is anybody here ?
— What the hell is this ?
— What’s that ?
— The Dialectics of El Paso del Norte.
— By Jackson Childress.
— What the hell ?
— This is our guy.
— We don’t have to do this.
— Well…
— it’s what we both want, right ?
— But you’re married.
— We could wait… and do it right.
— What do you mean ?
— If you want to get a divorce, get a divorce.
— Well, that’s complicated.
— Yeah. A little.
— I think he’s off his meds.
— Oh, shit. Cops.
— Chapter Nine:
— On the Extraterrestrial Origins of the Mexican people’s.
— He’s insane.
— Look. He’s been to Mexico.
— Many times he calls them his “missions”.
— Well, I think we should bring in the task force.
— No. Just Hank. He’s on his way.
— Last time we broadcast something, he was listening.
— We pull back and wait for him to come.
— I was surprised you were willing to meet me during the day.
— Well, everything’s changing.
— Shell of the egg is breaking.
— You have another job for me ? — I do.
— What’s her name ? — Her name is Sar Vega.
— She’s my daughter.
— She dropped out of school. She lost her way.
— Do you want me to take her ?
— Take her to Bob’s ? Against her will ?
— I want you to talk to her.
— She won’t listen to me anymore. — I’m not a messenger.
— I’m a conduit.
— I don’t know what else to do.
— Okay, don’t cry.
— All right, I’ll do it.
— Easy. Easy, easy
— Don’t… don’t be scared.
— Your mother sent me. — What the hell ?
— She wants a bette life for you. So do I.
— I know who you are.
— You’re my mother’s stupid gringo coyote.
— Well, I don’t consider myself…
— I met you at my quinceañera, idiot.
— Oh, yeah.
— My boyfriend’s gonna kill you
— for talking to me.
— Yeah, well, I’m sure that your boyfriend’s a very scary person,
— and he’s welcome to try. But you need to come with me.
— No, no.
— Damn it. Oh, shit.
— I don’t want to go, okay ?
— So tell my mom to stop this shit, okay ?
— I am trying to help you.
— Okay.
— Childress lives at the top of that hill.
— Most of these look abandoned.
— Well they are.
— Chemical spill sent the sane ones running
— from the area about ten years ago.
— Who the hell leaves a truck in the middle of the road ?
— He left one rifle in the window.
— Registered to Jack Childress,
— McNutt Road.
— Son of a bitch. Get Sonya and Marco down here right now.
— Yes, sir.
— Hey, it’s Coop. We got Childress’s abandoned
— truck down here outside Lost Oasis.
— Come on up and let’s take look.
— We’re a quarter mile down the road.
— Hey. Jack Childress.
— Source told me the police are looking at him,
— I’m not sure what’s up
— It’s not what I expected…
— What do you mean ?
— What’s the connection between him and Gedman ?
— Or… the shrinker or Marco Ruiz,
— Body 23, me even.
— We don’t know yet.
— There are no coincidences with this guy.
— Come on, let’s go to his house.
— Tell you what, you go.
— I don’t know if you’ve noticed but my brain ain’t right.
— I can’t write a sentence to save my life, and I got…
— I got this mother of a headache that won’t go away.
— My body’s basically giving me the middle finger for gettin clean.
— Maybe you should go to see a doctor.
— Oh, yeah, why so he tell me
— I’m an alcoholic drug addict that’s all broken.
— No, thanks.
— Frye, this is the story.
— I know…
— I know.
— It’s your story now. Go get them, tiger.
— Three-second rule. You can have it.
— We go in pairs, trailer by trailer.
— Make sure he ain’t hiding in one of these tuna cans.
— Yes, sir.
— The last time we called the cavalry,
— a little girl got killed, remember that
— Oh, gracias.
— Thank you. — De nada.
— Hank… — Don’t worry about it.
— Deputy Stokes, what are you doing here ?
— I got a call about that truck in the middle of the road.
— What’s going on ?
— Hey, man.
— Uh, we got the suspect in the park here.
— The Bridge Butcher ?
— Manny, do me a favor.
— Secure the entrance and the trucks, all right ?
— You got it.
— Good deal.Let’s go.
— Good morning.
— Time to shine.
— El Paso PD,open the door.
— Ma’am, is anyone else in there with you
— No, ma’am. — All right.
— Seabiscuit.
— Seabiscuit.
— Ma’am… — Goddamn it
— Please go inside and lock the door.
— Turn the music down.
— Bath salts.
— Man !
— Nada.
— Detectives.
— I went back to the truck.
— Found this.This is a bone saw.
— That’s used for wild game, deer, vermin, whatnot.
— Bag it. — Listen.
— I just… Detective !
— I’ll eat your face off.
— That sock don’t ever cover your nut sack.
— That’s not him. — Nope. But he knows him.
— Says Childress through here about ten minutes ago.
— Where was he going ?
— North edge of the park. Bunch of vacants down there.
— He stays in ’em when he’s having a crazy day.
— How often is that ? — A lot !
— And that psycho’s armed.
— Stay.
— Nope, nothing. No sign of him
— Well, if he’s on foot he’s not gonna get far in this heat.
— Or maybe he got a car waiting ?
— We need to get in contact with him.
— How are we gonna do that ?
— Call him.
— You really think he’s gonna answer ?
— Well, he likes the attention.
— This is what he’s been preparing for, so…
— Detective Ruiz ! — Yes, Deputy ?
— You got something ? — Uh… well… no.
— But, uh, yeah. Yeah, I just… I got a quick question for you.
— I don’t know if you noticed,
— but I got my braces off this morning
— No, I did not notice.
— Well, the reason I bring it up…
— Well, I was in there getting ’em popped off,
— and while they were popping ’em off,
— I just had the wildest, strangest, uh…
— daydream… I think that’s what you call it.
— Okay… — About this case.
— Yeah — No, no, no, listen.
— So — … and basically what I was thinking
— was that if you were the killer,
— and you were to go to all this trouble…
— Yeah — … to-to do the beads,
— and-and all these messages…
— Shit.
— Son of a bitch !
— Shots fired ! Shots fired ! Man down !
— Move ! Move !
— Son of a bitch !
— White. Brown.
— Shit.
— Come on, now.
— 500 yards.Top of the hill.
— Brown house.
— He’s tucked against that water tower.
— He’s back in his goddamn house.
— Shit, shit.
— Damn it, Stokes.
— Mcnutt Road, north end of the trailer park. Officer down.
— Forget it !… Let’s… go get him.
— SWAT’s gonna be here in 20 min.
— He’ll be gone by them.
— So let’s go get him !
— Forget the SWAT !
— Jack.
— You’re on with jack ?
— I got him !
— Okay, Marco…
— Come on.
— Be careful !
— I’ll keep him distracted.
— I need you to listen to me.
— Yeah, I-I don’t know about that.
— I see you.
— I could kill you.
— Almost isn’t sporting, is it ?
— It’s over.
— Yeah, yeah, the end is already determined.
— You killed a cop, that means cops are coming to kill you.
— Well, you invaded my land.
— Maybe you got it backwards.
— A SWAT team’s on their way.
— Yeah. I’m sure they are.
— But they’re late. I’m in control.
— Listen, you want to tell your story ?
— This is not the way to do it.
— They will kill you.
— I can still stop them.
— All right, boss. How we gonna do this ?
— She’s talking to him on the phone.
— We’re gonna give her five minutes.
— You think she’s gonna talk him out of anything ?
— Five minutes.
— Yes, sir.
— Why’d you stop talking, Jack ?
— Would it help if you could see me ?
— Mmh ? Oh, I don’t know. Yeah, sure.
— Tell me why, Jack. — Why ?
— Why ? Because I am the truth.
— Truth ?
— El Paso del Norte has been falsely split by borders,
— by… by cultures, by history.
— What you’re doin’ won’t change that.
— I can try.
— Is that what you’re doing…
— on your missions ?
— Impressive.
— Well, you know, parasite, host, same thing.
— Why did you kill so many people, Jack ?
— There is a war happening here at the border.
— And no one seems to know about it.
— I want the truth to come out.
— You still have time.
— All institutions eat themselves eventually.
— You’re smart, you know that.
— Hi there.
— Put your gun down.
— You know, I like to kill up close.
— I will shoot you.
— I believe you will.
— Sonya !
— Stay there !
— Son of a bitch.
— Come on !
— You okay, Sonya ?
— Hank ! Is she all right ?
— I’m not asking about you !
— She’s all right.
— Is she okay ?
— She’s all right.
— Hey. How are you ?
— Sore, I can’t breathe.
— That was…
— We got him. It’s over.
— Maybe.
— What do you mean ? What’s wrong ?
— He’s insane.
— Yes, okay. And ?
— I’m just not sure that the man who planned all this is insane.
— We have the bone saw and the car.
— You saw the writing in this book.
— It’s him.
— Officer.
— Could’ve run.
— Why’d you stay to shoot ?
— The job wasn’t done.
— What ?
— I meant to kill the Mexican.
— It’s okay. Don’t mind me.
— Is there something wrong, Senorita ?
— Uh, here.
— What’s this ?
— That’s you salary.
— And that’s your cut of the tunnel.
— It’s okay. — We’re partners.
— I assume you didn’t have this raise with Karl.
— No.
— Is there something else, Señora ?
— Do you think I’m doing the right thing ?
— I think you’re doing the only thing.
— How long is your friend staying ?
— Ray ?
— I don’t know.
— He’s helping me deal with Graciela.
— I heard.
— Do you trust him ?
— I think I do. Why ?
— It’s nothing.
— We’re partners. Say it.
— I don’t think it’s such a good idea
— to let him deal with Graciela.
— Señora, her and Karl had a way of controlling.
— I’ll tell Ray to be careful.
— Good night, Caesar.
— Traveling through…
— “Prairie Fire”.
— Stokes was a moron,
— but he didn’t deserve to get his head blowed off.
— Take a couple days.
— Yes, sir.
— We found him. That’s what matters.
— Is it ?
— Yep
— That dude is gonna plead insanity
— and spends the rest of his life beating off and knitting socks.
— Well, that’s what happens, that’s what happens.
— Sonya should’ve shot him between the eyes.
— Yeah, and that would’ve made him dead.
— I don’t see the problem with that, Hank.
— Give it 15 years.
— Oh, God.
— Can I trust you ? — Of course, baby.
— Can I trust you ?
— Come inside me.
— You sure ?
— No, not better.
— I would, uh… I would definitely classify it as worse, actually.
— Well, yeah, of course I’ll help you file your story.
— What’s on the other end ?
— A crazy, psychotic bitch.
— You want me to deal with her.
— If everything checks out,
— it’ll be just like it was with Karl, but with Ray.
— I want to get something going down here.
— You know what I mean ?
— I do. — Sweet.
— Did you call in unit ? — No.
— Is that a real police cruiser ?
— No. Guy must’ve bought an ’02 Crow Vic
— at auction and tricked it up
— to look like one.
— The lab’s all over it. — Gina heard her father
— talking to someone before the murder.
— You’re thinking that the killer was a patient, right ?
— Maybe.
— What about his cheeks ? Full ? Hollow ?
— It was dark. I was hiding, and I only saw him for a second.
— Female, Caucasian
— 15 years old, black and white sweater…
— Gina.
— Gina.
— Hey ! Okay…
— He’s watching us.
— Are you all right ?
— I’m digging the whole
— Erykah Badu thing you got going.
— The turban.
— What do you want ?
— Ah, I thought it would be nice doing this in person you know,
— seeing it’s the first time and all.
— What else do yo want ?
— I’m guessing I, uh…
— checked out with the cowboy lawyer ?
— Monte’s very thorough.
— Okay. So I check out.
— I’d like my money now, please.
— Something wrong ? — I’m good.
— Then we’re done. — Yeah, well, you know…
— I was thinking about getting a little two-way commerce going.
— It’s a shame to see that tunnel running one way.
— What do you have in mind ?
— AR-15s. Say, 50 to start.
— We go from there.
— That’s not an easy weapon to get right now.
— No shit.
— So what do you say ?
— I got a great connect.
— I can deliver this week.
— Do you have an opinion about oral sex ?
— Uh, yeah. It’s, uh… it’s cool.
— I prefer it.
— Some ladies do.
— This will be our arrangement, moving forward.
— So is that a yes on the guns ?
— Depende.
— Is this a cartel thing ?
— Okay, then.
— What are you doing ?
— Call log.
— Stolen vehicle reports from the past five years.
— How long have you been up ?
— The killer got that car somewhere.
— Yeah, maybe here, maybe in Dallas, maybe Chicago.
— You know, there’s only so much information you can process.
— Well, do you have better idea ?
— You like details, huh ? Just like the killer.
— It’s how I work.
— Maybe you should listen to your gut sometimes.
— I’m going in to look at that car again.
— Don’t leave that up there.
— Oh, yeah. Sorry.
— Think I’m gonna go home and talk to Alma.
— She’s not gonna let you back into the house.
— Your gut should tell you that.
— Yeah, maybe I should find a hotel, huh ?
— What’s wrong with the couch ?
— Nothing. Yep. Oh, hold on.
— I almost forgot. Here.
— What’s that for ?
— For the flowers.
— For Kitty. See, I borrowed some money.
— So I’m paying you back.
— Okay. Thank you.
— Yeah. Thank you.
— What’s the first thing you’re gonna eat
— when these things come off ?
— Don’t talk. Hold on.
— I’m working the case of a lifetime.
— Yeah, all right.
— I’m working with task force.
— All right.
— Confidential stuff, can’t… tell you about it.
— All righty.
— Hello ? — Detective Cross ?
— Yes, I’m here. — I think I found it.
— The car was purchased at…
— I got something on the car.
— Where’s Marco at ?
— He went home to argue with his wife.
— Right. What about the car ?
— They pulled three digits of a VIN from the engine block.
— Doesn’t match any stolen Crown Vics.
— Go on.
— But I have a partial match on a car
— that was sold at auction
— in Las Cruces five years ago.
— I’ve been on the phone with the auction house all morning.
— They dug up the sale.
— Is there a name ?
— Jack Childress, lives out on McNutt Road.
— He’s been on disability for the last ten years.
— Well, that’s worth a look.
— Sorry, I’m late.
— How’s things at home ?
— Bad. Maybe worse.
— Sorry to hear that.
— It is what it is.
— Why don’t you stick with Sonya.
— She’s gonna follow up a dicey lead out in the desert.
— Copy that.
— Hey, baby. — What are you doing ?
— I’m investigating the drain.
— You’re my pool boy now ?
— Well, I was looking for summer work, ma’am.
— Did you see her ? — Yeah. And I got the money.
— Did she say anything else ?
— Nope.
— This is the place.
— This guy has record ?
— Marco.
— El Paso PD. Open the door !
— El Paso PD, search warrant.
— Anybody home ?
— Is anybody here ?
— What the hell is this ?
— What’s that ?
— The Dialectics of El Paso del Norte.
— By Jackson Childress.
— What the hell ?
— This is our guy.
— We don’t have to do this.
— Well…
— it’s what we both want, right ?
— But you’re married.
— We could wait… and do it right.
— What do you mean ?
— If you want to get a divorce, get a divorce.
— Well, that’s complicated.
— Yeah. A little.
— I think he’s off his meds.
— Oh, shit. Cops.
— Chapter Nine:
— On the Extraterrestrial Origins of the Mexican people’s.
— He’s insane.
— Look. He’s been to Mexico.
— Many times he calls them his “missions”.
— Well, I think we should bring in the task force.
— No. Just Hank. He’s on his way.
— Last time we broadcast something, he was listening.
— We pull back and wait for him to come.
— I was surprised you were willing to meet me during the day.
— Well, everything’s changing.
— Shell of the egg is breaking.
— You have another job for me ? — I do.
— What’s her name ? — Her name is Sar Vega.
— She’s my daughter.
— She dropped out of school. She lost her way.
— Do you want me to take her ?
— Take her to Bob’s ? Against her will ?
— I want you to talk to her.
— She won’t listen to me anymore. — I’m not a messenger.
— I’m a conduit.
— I don’t know what else to do.
— Okay, don’t cry.
— All right, I’ll do it.
— Easy. Easy, easy
— Don’t… don’t be scared.
— Your mother sent me. — What the hell ?
— She wants a bette life for you. So do I.
— I know who you are.
— You’re my mother’s stupid gringo coyote.
— Well, I don’t consider myself…
— I met you at my quinceañera, idiot.
— Oh, yeah.
— My boyfriend’s gonna kill you
— for talking to me.
— Yeah, well, I’m sure that your boyfriend’s a very scary person,
— and he’s welcome to try. But you need to come with me.
— No, no.
— Damn it. Oh, shit.
— I don’t want to go, okay ?
— So tell my mom to stop this shit, okay ?
— I am trying to help you.
— Okay.
— Childress lives at the top of that hill.
— Most of these look abandoned.
— Well they are.
— Chemical spill sent the sane ones running
— from the area about ten years ago.
— Who the hell leaves a truck in the middle of the road ?
— He left one rifle in the window.
— Registered to Jack Childress,
— McNutt Road.
— Son of a bitch. Get Sonya and Marco down here right now.
— Yes, sir.
— Hey, it’s Coop. We got Childress’s abandoned
— truck down here outside Lost Oasis.
— Come on up and let’s take look.
— We’re a quarter mile down the road.
— Hey. Jack Childress.
— Source told me the police are looking at him,
— I’m not sure what’s up
— It’s not what I expected…
— What do you mean ?
— What’s the connection between him and Gedman ?
— Or… the shrinker or Marco Ruiz,
— Body 23, me even.
— We don’t know yet.
— There are no coincidences with this guy.
— Come on, let’s go to his house.
— Tell you what, you go.
— I don’t know if you’ve noticed but my brain ain’t right.
— I can’t write a sentence to save my life, and I got…
— I got this mother of a headache that won’t go away.
— My body’s basically giving me the middle finger for gettin clean.
— Maybe you should go to see a doctor.
— Oh, yeah, why so he tell me
— I’m an alcoholic drug addict that’s all broken.
— No, thanks.
— Frye, this is the story.
— I know…
— I know.
— It’s your story now. Go get them, tiger.
— Three-second rule. You can have it.
— We go in pairs, trailer by trailer.
— Make sure he ain’t hiding in one of these tuna cans.
— Yes, sir.
— The last time we called the cavalry,
— a little girl got killed, remember that
— Oh, gracias.
— Thank you. — De nada.
— Hank… — Don’t worry about it.
— Deputy Stokes, what are you doing here ?
— I got a call about that truck in the middle of the road.
— What’s going on ?
— Hey, man.
— Uh, we got the suspect in the park here.
— The Bridge Butcher ?
— Manny, do me a favor.
— Secure the entrance and the trucks, all right ?
— You got it.
— Good deal.Let’s go.
— Good morning.
— Time to shine.
— El Paso PD,open the door.
— Ma’am, is anyone else in there with you
— No, ma’am. — All right.
— Seabiscuit.
— Seabiscuit.
— Ma’am… — Goddamn it
— Please go inside and lock the door.
— Turn the music down.
— Bath salts.
— Man !
— Nada.
— Detectives.
— I went back to the truck.
— Found this.This is a bone saw.
— That’s used for wild game, deer, vermin, whatnot.
— Bag it. — Listen.
— I just… Detective !
— I’ll eat your face off.
— That sock don’t ever cover your nut sack.
— That’s not him. — Nope. But he knows him.
— Says Childress through here about ten minutes ago.
— Where was he going ?
— North edge of the park. Bunch of vacants down there.
— He stays in ’em when he’s having a crazy day.
— How often is that ? — A lot !
— And that psycho’s armed.
— Stay.
— Nope, nothing. No sign of him
— Well, if he’s on foot he’s not gonna get far in this heat.
— Or maybe he got a car waiting ?
— We need to get in contact with him.
— How are we gonna do that ?
— Call him.
— You really think he’s gonna answer ?
— Well, he likes the attention.
— This is what he’s been preparing for, so…
— Detective Ruiz ! — Yes, Deputy ?
— You got something ? — Uh… well… no.
— But, uh, yeah. Yeah, I just… I got a quick question for you.
— I don’t know if you noticed,
— but I got my braces off this morning
— No, I did not notice.
— Well, the reason I bring it up…
— Well, I was in there getting ’em popped off,
— and while they were popping ’em off,
— I just had the wildest, strangest, uh…
— daydream… I think that’s what you call it.
— Okay… — About this case.
— Yeah — No, no, no, listen.
— So — … and basically what I was thinking
— was that if you were the killer,
— and you were to go to all this trouble…
— Yeah — … to-to do the beads,
— and-and all these messages…
— Shit.
— Son of a bitch !
— Shots fired ! Shots fired ! Man down !
— Move ! Move !
— Son of a bitch !
— White. Brown.
— Shit.
— Come on, now.
— 500 yards.Top of the hill.
— Brown house.
— He’s tucked against that water tower.
— He’s back in his goddamn house.
— Shit, shit.
— Damn it, Stokes.
— Mcnutt Road, north end of the trailer park. Officer down.
— Forget it !… Let’s… go get him.
— SWAT’s gonna be here in 20 min.
— He’ll be gone by them.
— So let’s go get him !
— Forget the SWAT !
— Jack.
— You’re on with jack ?
— I got him !
— Okay, Marco…
— Come on.
— Be careful !
— I’ll keep him distracted.
— I need you to listen to me.
— Yeah, I-I don’t know about that.
— I see you.
— I could kill you.
— Almost isn’t sporting, is it ?
— It’s over.
— Yeah, yeah, the end is already determined.
— You killed a cop, that means cops are coming to kill you.
— Well, you invaded my land.
— Maybe you got it backwards.
— A SWAT team’s on their way.
— Yeah. I’m sure they are.
— But they’re late. I’m in control.
— Listen, you want to tell your story ?
— This is not the way to do it.
— They will kill you.
— I can still stop them.
— All right, boss. How we gonna do this ?
— She’s talking to him on the phone.
— We’re gonna give her five minutes.
— You think she’s gonna talk him out of anything ?
— Five minutes.
— Yes, sir.
— Why’d you stop talking, Jack ?
— Would it help if you could see me ?
— Mmh ? Oh, I don’t know. Yeah, sure.
— Tell me why, Jack. — Why ?
— Why ? Because I am the truth.
— Truth ?
— El Paso del Norte has been falsely split by borders,
— by… by cultures, by history.
— What you’re doin’ won’t change that.
— I can try.
— Is that what you’re doing…
— on your missions ?
— Impressive.
— Well, you know, parasite, host, same thing.
— Why did you kill so many people, Jack ?
— There is a war happening here at the border.
— And no one seems to know about it.
— I want the truth to come out.
— You still have time.
— All institutions eat themselves eventually.
— You’re smart, you know that.
— Hi there.
— Put your gun down.
— You know, I like to kill up close.
— I will shoot you.
— I believe you will.
— Sonya !
— Stay there !
— Son of a bitch.
— Come on !
— You okay, Sonya ?
— Hank ! Is she all right ?
— I’m not asking about you !
— She’s all right.
— Is she okay ?
— She’s all right.
— Hey. How are you ?
— Sore, I can’t breathe.
— That was…
— We got him. It’s over.
— Maybe.
— What do you mean ? What’s wrong ?
— He’s insane.
— Yes, okay. And ?
— I’m just not sure that the man who planned all this is insane.
— We have the bone saw and the car.
— You saw the writing in this book.
— It’s him.
— Officer.
— Could’ve run.
— Why’d you stay to shoot ?
— The job wasn’t done.
— What ?
— I meant to kill the Mexican.
— It’s okay. Don’t mind me.
— Is there something wrong, Senorita ?
— Uh, here.
— What’s this ?
— That’s you salary.
— And that’s your cut of the tunnel.
— It’s okay. — We’re partners.
— I assume you didn’t have this raise with Karl.
— No.
— Is there something else, Señora ?
— Do you think I’m doing the right thing ?
— I think you’re doing the only thing.
— How long is your friend staying ?
— Ray ?
— I don’t know.
— He’s helping me deal with Graciela.
— I heard.
— Do you trust him ?
— I think I do. Why ?
— It’s nothing.
— We’re partners. Say it.
— I don’t think it’s such a good idea
— to let him deal with Graciela.
— Señora, her and Karl had a way of controlling.
— I’ll tell Ray to be careful.
— Good night, Caesar.
— Traveling through…
— “Prairie Fire”.
— Stokes was a moron,
— but he didn’t deserve to get his head blowed off.
— Take a couple days.
— Yes, sir.
— We found him. That’s what matters.
— Is it ?
— Yep
— That dude is gonna plead insanity
— and spends the rest of his life beating off and knitting socks.
— Well, that’s what happens, that’s what happens.
— Sonya should’ve shot him between the eyes.
— Yeah, and that would’ve made him dead.
— I don’t see the problem with that, Hank.
— Give it 15 years.
— Oh, God.
— Can I trust you ? — Of course, baby.
— Can I trust you ?
— Come inside me.
— You sure ?
— No, not better.
— I would, uh… I would definitely classify it as worse, actually.
— Well, yeah, of course I’ll help you file your story.