The Bridge (2013–2014): Season 2, Episode 13 - Jubilex - full transcript

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.

What is this?

Don't know.
McKenzie had it on him.

Well, 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 gonna pull it over.

Goddamn it, Sonya, no.

You wait for backup. You
don't know what's in there.

You copy?

Copy.

Turn off your engine,
step out of the cab.

Step out of the truck, now.

Holy 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.

But you were right.

About the CIA.

Yeah.

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 10 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.

Twenty bucks?

Here.

Don't forget to tip.

I'll see ya. 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 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?

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 is smart,
and I think she is,

she's going to 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.

You didn't know about that?

What exactly do you
think is going on here?

I think the CIA is
at war with the DEA.

I think you guys have 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 don't exactly know.

But I am going to figure it out.

And I am pretty sure
you call yourself a patriot.

And you tell yourself that
you are 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 is 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.

So it's all about money?

No shit!

You see, if we keep
doing our job right,

then, you know,
the light just goes on.

You know, the DEA...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on!

Drug shipments 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 is going to believe
your shit no matter how true it is.

Yeah? I am kind of in the
middle of something right now.

Oh, shit!

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.

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 will take him home,

to the oak tree.

Do 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 and 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 wanna get that looked at.

I'm gonna make sure that someone
is being held responsible for this.

Okay. Come on, let's go
talk to Linder. Come on.

This is bullshit.
Yeah, it's bullshit.

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.

It's more like I'm just
kind of buzzed, that's all.

I have somebody willing to
go on record about Buckley.

CIA doesn't go on record.

They just break into 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 bloggers.

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

Not afraid 'cause they live
in their mothers' basement.

That's where bloggers
are bred, 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 Juarez.

Trying to find a girl.

What girl? Eva?

No...

A woman in trouble
with a violent man.

Just trying to take her under.

Must have got...

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?

Not gonna get
anything out of him.

Cross. MARCO: Sonya.

It's Marco.

I need your help.

I have Fausto Galvan.

Okay?

No.

Okay?

Hey.

How are you doing?

Thanks for setting this up.

Thanks for agreeing to meet.

Got any, like,
credentials or something?

Station chief!

Wow! That is quite impressive.

You 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 a sick man.

His psychiatric problems

have evolved over
the last few months.

We are still trying to
determine the extent of it.

That's your statement?

For now, yes.

You are 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 is being evaluated.

We gotta find Buckley.

Any sign of the Marines?

No. I came the way you said.

Good. Where's Fausto?

Inside. Come.

Does anyone know you are here?

No, I didn't tell anyone.

What about Robles?

Robles can't touch me anymore.

I am 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.

Hmm.

That's sad.

How do you feel
about journalists?

I don't.

Good!

Then I have a job for you.

I already have a job.

What kind of shit is this?

Carla?

I didn't get her name.

Just the money.

Sonya.

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

Until you hear from me. Come.

Here. Keep it safe.

Good luck.

Celia.

Si, Marco.

Marco.

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 going to 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 going to tell me
where I can find Eleanor Nacht.

What happened?

I died, Eva.

I had a dream.

It was about us.

You had these
itty-bitty animals.

You were playin' with them.

A little baby goat.

And chickens...

I don't understand, Steven.

In the dream, you were
caring for the animals.

Probably because
you were with child.

At least that's
what it meant to me.

I'm glad you came back.

As am I.

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

Gunshot.

He tried to get out of the car.

Made to look like a robbery.

There he is.

Well, I'd say karma is a bitch,
but this goes way past karma.

I don't know much about karma,

but looks like he had
some tasty caramel corn

before he bought it.

CIA's just gonna say he was a
rogue agent acting on his own.

Like it never happened.

Maybe not.

You call them? Yeah, I did.

I owed 'em a favor.

So, you've got five minutes
before I call State and the CIA,

watch them make up the story.

How are you
going to write it up?

I'm not.

Guess they retired him, huh?

Surprised there isn't 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.

You're happy, right? Like,
with everything? You're happy?

Yes. As happy as I ever get.

You're not going to
bail out or anything?

Yeah. Don't get all mushy on me.

All right. Just wondering.

Let's write it and publish it.

This is good.

Thank you, Cesar.

Do 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.

Told me to be a
good girl, 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's only blackness and
the feeling of acorns on my back.

I want you to feel them.

Do you wanna touch?

Do you wanna 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 'em
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.