The Bridge 2.04 – The Acorn

the bridge 2 season 2Previously on The Bridge: Eleanor cleaned up her messes while Daniel and Adriana found out something stinks in Juarez.

On her stroll through desert land dragging file boxes, Eleanor stops to commune with a dead armadillo and build it a piled stone monument (as you do). “Is it safe?” she asks a man who stops in his van. Though he wants her to sit up front, “I prefer to sit behind you,” she says ominously. Wow, that was a weirdly anticlimactic opening.

“The ear will not be an issue,” DeLarge the bank manager mutters into a phone. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere! Back to money-laundering, scheming, and de-earing, whew.

Frustrated, DeLarge slams a stapler on the desk until it breaks. Timmy arrives, reattached ear gauzed up, for an envelope stuffed with hush money. DeLarge wants to make sure he won’t blab about Eleanor’s thug Yovanni. “Absolute silence,” he reminds, adding, “You understand what these people will do?” Hey, DeLarge, trust the power of the ear hacking to sends its own message.

Abelardo the Earnest Prosecutor arrives at Marco’s place to grill him about his connections with Fausto Galvan.

Worst. apartment. ever.  Lots of people show up unnanounced at Marco's place.  On the other hand, it's above a bakery.  Yum.

Worst. apartment. ever. Lots of people show up unannounced at Marco’s place. On the other hand, it’s above a bakery. Yum.

“What makes you different?” Marco demands. He assumes Abelardo, like others before him, will ultimately choose to forget the whole thing when the pressure starts. “You always have a way of avoiding choosing sides,” Abelardo argues, arguing he really wants “the big fish” (Galvan). “There are no sides,” Marco says coldly.

At the hospital, Jack Dobbs watched blankly as his brother briefly opens his eyes and dies. Later, Sonya arrives and becomes devastated to find her sister’s killer died when she wasn’t there. “Don’t touch me,” she yells when Jack tries to comfort her. He hauls off a box of his brother’s things while Sonya leans against the deceased Dobbs’ chest and looks lost.

Charlotte is not having the hiding-out-at-Swiss-Lodge, eating-crappy-tacos-on-the-bed life with Ray Ray. He insists once they’ve got their passports from Monte, they’ll start an idealized normal-folks’ life in Alaska, kids playing outside and moms reading Twilight while dads work at the local fisheries. Wow, who would have thought Ray would be the sentimental one of these two? “Maybe I can do that,” Charlotte says wistfully.

Daniel and Adriana arrive at the bank, Daniel gleefully ready to “get Mike Wallace on [DeLarge’s] ass.” Meeting with him, they immediately ask about smurfing (money laundering in small batches through ATMs) and wave around receipts they found in Juarez “next to a dead body stuffed in a duffel bag.” When they hand him their El Paso Times card and start pressing about Millie Quintana and cartel money, DeLarge threatens to call security. Alone, lip trembling, he almost places a call on one of his many cell phones, but snaps it shut.

“Move back to Pennsylvania, Timmy,” DeLarge says feelingly after asking his ear-troubled assistant to get rid of all those cell phones. “It’s Tim, asshole,” Tim snaps. Overwhelmed by the everyday sight of customers and tellers, DeLarge walks outside, stalking woodenly up to a Mexican man spinning a sign advertising the bank. “It just doesn’t feel like the cartel’s work,” Adriana tells Daniel in their car as they debate why the DEA isn’t onto this scheme. Huh, this is the third time someone’s insisted that. “Let’s just see where he’s going,” Daniel argues. Facing the sign guy, DeLarge pulls out a gun and blows his brain out.

Hank had an uncle, he tells Marco, who jumped off an overpass. The truck he bounced off hit a car, and three people died that day. “Asshole didn’t think about the consequences,” Hank declares. Inside, Cooper’s found surveillance videos revealing Eleanor and Yovanni were there six days ago, and Daniel and Adriana visited five minutes before DeLarge shot himself.

While Sonya goes to question Timmy, Marco volunteers to interview Daniel Frye. Well, “If anybody on god’s green earth owes you a favor, it’s Daniel Frye,” Hank points out (since Marco saved Frye’s life on the bridge at the end of last season).

“It’s done?” a man asks Franco, the one who killed Raul Quintana at the end of last episode. “No details, please,” he protests when Franco tries to tell him about the holy presence he felt in the room. “Does Jesus pay better than me?” He’ll have the money wired to Franco’s account.

Timmy of the semi-attached ear folds in a heartbeat as soon as Sonya shows him pictures of Eleanor Nacht. That poor sap; now that DeLarge is dead, there’s no one to buy his silence. So he wants to be in protective custody, “somewhere cool, like Seattle,” but Sonya’s more interested in all of those cell phones of DeLarge’s Timmy mentions.

“Have the decency to kill yourself in your own bathtub,” Daniel argues as he and Adriana arrive back at the El Paso Times. Take “a handful of pills, a little Stoli, some Captain Beefheart, and enjoy the ride!” I love that we’re getting these random asides about Daniel Frye’s eclectic musical taste this season. Though he only cares about DeLarge’s death insofar as it affected the story, “we changed the story,” Adriana argues, worried about their role in the suicide.

When Marco arrives, he waves aside Daniel’s attempts to thank him for saving his life. No, he only wants to know what they said to DeLarge. He side-steps Daniel’s attempts to grill him in return, switching to Spanish and insinuating to Adriana he might know something about her disappeared sister Dani if she spills about DeLarge. “We don’t have to tell you shit,” Daniel declares when Adriana translates. He won’t learn what they know until they publish their story.

“Holy shit,” Hank blurts, spitting out the lobby java. “Bank coffee,” commiserates Cooper. “Had better at the gas-n-go,” Hank says while Cooper puts forward the obvious theory that the bank tragedy is linked to “cartel dinero, no doubt.” Well, it’s out of their hands now; Hank called the DEA and the bank’s swarming with Feds. I wonder if Hank is still planning to retire. /wants a meaty s2 storyline for Lieutenant Hank Wade

Sonya sidles up to Hank to mention she’s got something with the phones; she’ll head to Juarez with Marco to check it out. “She still not sold on sharing, is she?” says burly Agent McKenzie as he watches Sonya skedaddle. “CLIO Groupo Internationale,” Sonya tells Marco; DeLarge called them this morning on one of his cell phones, so they’re off to follow the lead.

Eleanor hums to herself in the back of the van, irritating her driver who would rather listen to Metallica’s Black Album, or maybe a little Taylor Swift (hey, he’s got diverse tastes).

You belong with meeeeeee, at least until I decide to kill you for looking at me wrong or maybe seeing me hosing myself down naked at a loading zone...

You belong with meeeeeee, at least until I decide to kill you for looking at me wrong or maybe seeing me hosing myself down naked at a loading zone…

“I prefer to sit behind you,” Eleanor repeats when he again requests she move up front. “So I can see what you do before you do it,” she murmurs, leaning her chin into his seat. Creeepaaayyy!

Turns out though DeLarge had six burner cell phones, CLIO is the only number he called. “That links Eleanor to CLIO,” Sonya argues as Marco blinks at her prickliness. “Jim Dobbs died,” she explains after a moment. When Marco gently asks her if she’d like to talk, she says she wished she could have had one conversation with Dobbs, “about how much I loved my sister.” Poor kid. “What would that do?” Marco asks. “Get rid of what I see when I imagine it [the murder].”

“Lots of money in this place,” Marco whispers as he and Sonya look around the fancy CLIO lobby. They’re there to request phone records, but the CEO himself shows up to answer questions. Oh SNAP, it’s the guy I’ve been calling Fausto Galvan’s new toady — Sebastian! He sends Sonya off to collect records (allowing it with no warrants, no less) and pulls Marco aside to snigger about how it’s funny when “the snake eats its tail.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Sebastian continues. “It shows me you’re good at your job.” When Marco confesses he hasn’t found the woman they seek, Sebastian answers cavalierly, “I know. We did.” Um, who the hell is she? “That’s of no interest to you.” “And you? Who are you?” Marco asks. “What do you mean?” Sebastian asks, jovial. “I’m your friend!” Your back-stabbing cartel-affiliated using a legit company as a front toady friend!

Do you see the similarities?  Two men ruled by Fausto Galvan!  Also, two brothers of the famous acting Bichir family, Demian and Bruno!

Do you see the similarities? Two men ruled by Fausto Galvan! Also, two brothers of the famous acting Bichir family, Demian and Bruno!

Monte finally shows up at Charlotte and Ray’s dive motel. Got those passports? Because they want to vamonos to the Great White North. “In a manner of speaking,” he hedges. Seems Galvan “doesn’t care about the heroin.” Ahahahahaha, yeah, not buying that. He’s got a new job for them. I was sure we were seeing the end of ol’ Ray Ray and Charlotte this week, but nope. “Alaska, our plans, kids,” Ray reminds Charlotte. “Screw Alaska,” she bites out and leaves.

It’s Torture Time on the Ranch of Sexy Endangered Women! Bob hurls witch hazel on Alejandro’s wounds (truth be told, I thought Alejandro would have kicked it already) while Linder prods him to remember one good moment in his life. Has he had “one honest moment of love in all this darkness? I have. And it was glorious.” At Bob’s soulful, “Tell it, Brother Steven!” Alejandro calls them both idiots. Even Bob’s offer to switch out Alejandro’s balls and eyeballs doesn’t faze him: “I don’t give a shit.” “You should give a shit, friend,” Linder replies.

Jack Dobbs interrupts Sonya’s over-focused staring at her bathtub to apologize for not calling her from the hospital. He’s upset but relieved his brother is gone; Sonya disagrees but quickly straddles him to move the memorializing into something more hanky-panky-ish. “Are you sure?” he asks, surprised when she wraps his hand around her neck. SONYA, THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA!

Sonya gets breathless.

Sonya gets breathless.

But she claims to like it and soon they’re going to town asphyxiation-style. Later, while Sonya sleeps, Jack steals one of the drawings his brother did for Sonya and slips back into bed with her.

“I didn’t know you were a believer,” Abelardo the Earnest Prosecutor murmurs after Marco lights a candle at a church and sits in a pew where they confer. Marco isn’t, but came often after Gus died. “So I can count on you?” Abelardo asks. He needs witnesses who aren’t afraid to speak; Marco suggests Eva identifying the cops who raped her as a way to topple Robles. “And Fausto Galvan?” Abelardo asks. “If Robles falls, then we can talk about Fausto.”

“Is it safe?” Eleanor asks again, this time of our pal Fausto Galvan, who awaits her underground. “I’m not going to hurt you, Eleanor; I need you.” He agrees Yovanni shouldn’t have touched her inappropriately (so Yovanni’s sexual suggestiveness and possible groping were in fact the cause of him kicking it). He didn’t worry she had betrayed him because, “I have something you want. That means I have you.” Well, cripes, Eleanor, what on earth does Fausto have that you want?

When he asks about the banker, she claims she can fix it, so “we still have our deal?” She asks, “May I see?” He strokes her cheek once and puffs on a cigar. She’s got ten minutes.

Eleanor slips further inside the room, an abandoned wine cellar, passing a static-crackling television with rabbit ears. “I was away,” she whispers to a man humming a tune (she joins in; it’s the tune she’s been humming throughout the episode). “Would you like me to feed you an acorn?” When he grabs at it, she holds it back, insisting, “Dainty.” As he takes it from her more gently, they hum to one another. It looks like just as Sonya’s pet monster disappeared, Eleanor’s surfaced.

I'll bet you monsters lead interesting lives.  The crimes you must perpetrate and the acorns you must eat, my stars.

I’ll bet you monsters lead interesting lives. The crimes you must perpetrate and the acorns you must eat, my stars.

Are there other parallels to Sonya and Eleanor’s relationship with these hidden-away potentially violent men? Tune in with me next week for “Eye of the Deep” so we can find out!  And let me know in comments what you thought of “The Acorn”!

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  • Christian

    *huff huff huff* Finally caught up with you! Permission to come aboard?
    Started watching The Bridge some time ago and stopped when I couldn’t get my hands on one episode during the first season, but I’m BACK!

    Will start commenting from episode 5 onwards since I’ve already seen that one already, looking forward to more recaps! Read you on monday!

  • Colleen

    Janey are we not doing Doctor Who this season?! :(

    • Hey Colleen — right now my DW recaps are on hiatus, unfortunately. I really hope you’re enjoying the new season so far, though!