The Bridge

Previously on The Bridge...

Where's my family?

Gus, do you know a person named Kenneth Hasting?

Mr. Hasting? The guy who works with Alma?

You have a beautiful family, Marco.

Where are they?

With me.

Hold on to this very tight.

Oh, God.

Now, careful.

Take your hand off that lever,

you only have five seconds to say good-bye to your daughters.

Daniel Frye.

Why would Mr. Hasting do this?

It doesn't make sense.

What?

Where are we going?

Why are you doing this?

How old are you?

Nineteen.

Caleb would have been 17.

You could have been friends.

Caleb and Gus.

Everything could have been...

different.

What are you going to do?

To you?

Yes.

For Caleb, it was the sins of the mother.

For you, the father.

He's a good person.

Is he a good dad?

He wants to be.

And it's the thought that counts, right?

Hang on a second.

Marco.

He took Gus.

Gray sedan. 2-E-O. 2-E-O.

2-E-O.

Shh. Take it easy.

I'll stay with her.

We're working on where he could've taken your son.

- How did this happen? - I don't know!

We're gonna find him.

Come on.

Daniel!

So much for the wagon, huh.

Oops.

It's, uh...

"Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable."

You can't just go AWOL.

- You ever heard of it? - I've heard it.

A good journalist...

comforts the afflicted and afflicts the comfortable.

Finley Peter Dunne, he said that.

- I wrote this when I was... - twenty.

So be a good journalist.

Quit this shit. You were doing well.

You know why I ended up in my car with that bomb?

No.

I helped kill David Tate's wife and kid.

Explain.

Six years ago...

and I was, uh...

I was hanging out with Santi Sol Jr.

And we needed more coke,

so he went back across the bridge to get some.

He clipped that woman's car. He just kept going.

He did, not you.

Yeah, but this...

this is the part where I become a shitty human being.

See, instead of, say, I don't know, testifying,

instead of comforting the afflicted,

I just let Santi Jr.'s dad buy me off.

He just came to me one day

and he said, "Daniel, I have a big cock,

I have a newspaper in Houston. I want you to work for me."

- And you said yes. - I said yes.

I said yes so fa... I didn't even hesitate.

I said yes in two seconds flat.

That's why Santi pretended he didn't know you.

Oh, yeah?

He big-timed me?

Cooze.

I hate talking to you when you're drunk.

Oh, well.

You can change.

I tried... but obviously, I can't.

There's a meeting tomorrow, 7:00 a.m., down the street.

12 Steps can suck my dick.

Let people help you.

Meet me. I'll go with you.

You might be my only real friend.

That's pathetic.

7:00 a.m.

You texted me saying you were Zina.

Right.

And you told me to give him another chance.

I did.

So I do not understand.

Neither did Caleb.

- Alma. - Marco.

Alma...

Alma...

You're lucky to be alive.

That laceration is long, but it didn't damage any of the organs.

And my arm?

You fractured the radius. Badly.

I can't move it.

Can you feel it?

That's just the swelling. How's the pain?

It's there.

- Hey. - Hey.

We brought you some things.

What's the prognosis?

Well, she's gonna need surgery on the arm.

That's not possible anytime soon.

You can't leave Sonya. You nearly died.

I thought you said I was lucky.

I said lucky to be alive.

Doc, could we have a minute, please?

- Sure. - All right.

You know, maybe you ought to listen to her.

Anything on Gus?

Nope.

Marco's getting Alma somewhere safe.

Can you help me with these?

Sure, babe. Sit yourself down.

You should stay here.

You know I can't do that. Gus is alive.

Why do you say that?

He wants Marco to suffer.

He wants to draw it out.

Vicodin. It-it's good.

Okay.

Okay, thanks, Shaun, for trusting us with that.

We have a new face with us this morning.

You want me to do... do the whole thing?

- Yeah, yeah. - My God.

Um... okay.

My name is Daniel.

If you almost call me Dan, then I'll kill you.

Stripes.

Um, thank you for telling me

that deeply depressing story, Shaun.

You actually make me feel really good about myself,

so that was awesome.

Um, I had my last drink about 90 minutes ago

and it was delicious.

Okay.

Um...

I don't know how you guys do what you do.

It just seems kind of impossible to me.

I tried.

I try so hard, and then just,

I get so far and then shit the bed

and something happens, and I just get hammered,

and life is so much better when you're hammered.

But I have...

I have cool people in my life who think I can change.

I see a lot of cool people...

thank you...

who let me believe in myself.

So, thanks for that.

Oh, God.

So, whatever.

I don't have a watch or anything, but, uh, look.

It is 8:22...

and, uh, from this point on I'm gonna give it a shot.

I don't know how it's gonna go, but...

shit, I'll give it a shot.

How touching that all was.

All right, gang.

This is the haul from David Tate's apartment.

One pile per victim.

Be quick, but be diligent.

How does that help my son?

We know he's methodical.

If there's a plan for your boy, it's in here somewhere.

You don't know that.

I know it's our best bet.

Anything on the license plate?

No, ma'am, not yet.

- You okay? - Yeah.

All right. Got Daniel Frye's car bomb here.

Gedman's murder. Dr. Meadow's murder.

You're bleeding.

Yes.

Everything is coming apart.

I'm sorry about Gus.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect him.

There was nothing you could do.

But it was...

It was my job,

and you asked me to keep him safe,

and I, and I didn't... I'm sorry. I tried.

Come here.

What are these?

These are documents we can't connect...

When did you last sleep?