The Bridge 2.07 – Lamia

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Previously on The Bridge, Eva took matters into her own hands, Daniel and Adriana found a new lead on an increasingly dangerous story, and Sonya and Marco pushed for evidence by any means necessary.

In this week’s episode, we see Daniel Frye has kick-box-danced his way hard off the wagon, partying accompanied by his drunken RUSH-loving sponsor Gary. “You still got that hook-up with Secretary of State?” Daniel yells in between chest-bumps and lines of coke. Sure, Gary’s company does their IT, he confirms between swigs of beer. “You are a great American!” Daniel shouts. “God bless me!” Gary yells.  

Adriana interrupts their two-man dance party; Daniel’s been ass-dialing her all night and she was worried. When Gary drunkenly calls her a bitch, Daniel tells him off, exclaiming, “She’s my best friend!” Ah, there’s that lovable assholery of Daniel Frye in full relief — willing to dick over his sponsor’s five years of clean living for State Department info, but defending his BFF from any and all slurs except his own. “Playtime’s over,” Adriana declares as an emotionally wrecked Gary realizes his screw-up and leaves; “I’m working the case!” Daniel insists.

In Juarez, Marco testifies before an investigatory panel about Abelardo the Earnest Deceased Prosecutor and those two detectives Marco shot in cold blood last ep. Marco assures everyone he only fired in self-defense when the officers drew their weapons first, and clarifies he followed the two men “on direct orders from Capitan Robles.” So we know the cover-up machine is working overtime already. Also, Demian Bichir looks smokin’ hot in glasses.

Though Marco insists to Robles “I’m no hero,” and tries to side-step the possibility of medals and commendations, Robles uses his knowledge that Sonya was at the scene to bribe Marco. Marco concedes but threatens if Robles or his men get anywhere near Sonya or Eva, he’ll make certain Abelardo’s affidavit makes it to Mexico City. “And then you’ll burn.”

Adriana and her girlfriend Lucy wake to the sounds of Daniel Frye ineptly spilling cereal and milk all over their floor. “Did I ruin sexy time?” Daniel asks brightly. “Sleepy time, dickhead,” Adriana retorts. “Which one of you lesbians is the knitter?” Daniel asks, waltzing around their place in his t-shirt and no trousers. After declaring he thinks Lucy’s knitting hobby is hot and compounds his leering fascination with lesbians by starting a misogynistic Martha Stewart joke, Daniel reveals to Adriana, “the only upside of a cocaine binge,” his new-found access to the website for the State Department.

“You promised to call after the hearing,” Sonya admonishes Marco as she pushes into his apartment. “I pretend to be the hero, everyone saves face, and your name’s kept out of it; the lie protects everyone,” Marco insists while Sonya vibrates with tension over their cover-up. Is Robles at least under arrest, Sonya asks, assuming Mexico City has the affidavit. When Marco demurs, she demands why they aren’t doing anything. “We will,” Marco says quietly. “Just not now.”

The lies just keep on coming; Sonya and Marco defer truth and justice.

The lies just keep on coming; Sonya and Marco defer truth and justice.

Daniel shows Adriana the State Department’s tracking of Groupo CLIO’s seventy-nine shell corporations in Texas alone. Oh look, suicidal banker Benjamin DeLarge is on the articles of corporation and is the CFO for Red Ridge View, that housing development with the blood-soaked model home that Charlotte now owns courtesy of Fausto Galvan. “He signed it over from the grave?” Adriana asks incredulously. That’s seriously like the least complicated of all of the twisty-turn-y threads I’m lurching along to keep up with in this scenario, Adriana.

Jack Dobbs takes Sonya to the water tower, explaining how his brother’s drawings indicated that a former missing girl, Bridget Rowland, could be found here. He pulls back the tarp to show her body in a shallow grave. Do you know, I think this is the closest thing to a date these two have had? *cringes* Sonya immediately calls in the crime, while I think I spy a leather jacket on the skeleton (similar to the one Sonya’s sister Lisa owned which Sonya now constantly wears).

As the water tower turns into an official crime scene crawling with cops, Cooper identifies Bridget Rowland as a formerly PD-declared runaway despite her parents’ protests. I take a moment to mourn the loss of Coop’s comic relief moments as Hank shows up, then get totally distracted by Hank jumping Jack Dobbs for not revealing his suspicions of Rowland’s death years ago.

Jack and Hank hurl imprecations: Jack kept the crime a secret, Hank accuses, and indirectly caused Lisa Cross’s death; Hank shot Jim Dobbs with no provocation, Jack alleges. “He’s a liar,” Hank snarls, but Sonya walks away from them both.

Hey, Fausto Galvan is on the can actually reading that book Sebastian Cerisola gave him, even ignoring his nudie magazine to peruse the story of England’s opium trade! “You know how it is, boss, new president, new administration,” Obregon placates Fausto while they hide out in his fancy-car garage. Fausto’s angry the new government needs to prove they have big balls by going after him, and wistfully declares he wants to see the fjords in Norway (omg, same, Fausto! With the desire to see the fjords, though, and not with the cartel killings fueled hiding, though).

Marco arrives, impatient with Fausto’s complaints, telling him, “Then give yourself up.” “Maybe someday,” Fausto allows before pointing out David Tate is still alive. “It’s worse for him” to suffer, Marco claims. “Worse is you peel his face off before you kill him,” Fausto clarifies. To be fair, that does sound completely horrendous. “I’ll take care of Tate,” Fausto offers; “It’s better for both of us.” Huh, similar language to Marco telling Sonya the lie is better for everyone. Fausto bids, “Goodbye, Marco Ruiz,” because that doesn’t sound horribly ominous or anything.

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It’s a shame about Ray; Adriana and Daniel look past the chicken wire and puka beads for THE TRUTH!

Ray stumbles upon Adriana and Daniel poking around at The Ridge and shows them around, thinking they’re prospective home owners. “Whoops, lo siento,” Ray laughs when he realizes Adriana is Mexican after he makes a racist joke about Chip Diaz operating “on Mexican time, if you know what I mean.” Hey, who’s laughing now, Ray, once the couple reveal themselves to be El Paso Times reporters and offer “Cartel Moves Money into Desert Subdivision,” as a potential headline for a story? Ray disavows his earlier claim to being a co-owner of The Ridge and skedaddles. “When the dude with the puka shells runs away from you, you are on to something,” Daniel declares gleefully.

Cesar meets Eleanor’s prop-plane landing. The two of them bond over their mutual love of trashy romance novels (Cesar prefers the vampire erotica variety, jsyk). “Thank you Cesar, you’ve been very helpful,” she says softly when he reveals Sonya and Hank were the cops snooping around The Ridge. Cesar looks gratified, and they pull away in his El Camino; how did I never notice Cesar had such an awesome car???

“I did it to protect you,” Hank claims when Sonya confronts him about shooting Jim Dobbs. Wow, I remember Hank confessing this to Marco last season, but I forgot that Jim didn’t even have a gun (the filed report claimed he did). “Knowing what that son of a bitch did to Lisa, did to you, and there he was watching Wheel of Fortune and eating a bag of potato chips,” Hank explains his thoughts before he shot the man.

HANK!!!!  I have so many Hank feelings right now, I can't.  *cries*

HANK!!!! I have so many Hank feelings right now, I can’t. *cries*

“I spent half my life searching for answers,” Sonya says in despair; she became a cop because she regarded Hank as a hero. “It wasn’t your choice to make,” she tells him; if Jim Dobbs hadn’t been brain damaged, she would have had answers. After saying he’s going to make a full statement about his lie to the DA, he asks if she can forgive him. Sonya walks out without speaking while Hank looks quietly devastated.

Marco, in plainclothes this time instead of his prisoner disguise, watches David Tate in the prison infirmary. Pretty sure Tate is smiling at Marco, the immensely creepy killer that he is.

Charlotte and Ray arrive to meet Monte and Eleanor at a diner. Ray postures about what’s in the deal for them; “you get to live,” Eleanor says, seeming almost amused. When Ray threatens to go “all Deep Throat” and inform to the reporters he met, Eleanor spins a horrifying tale of a young Mennonite girl, repeated raped by her father, who was shunned by her community. Well, now we understand more about how Eleanor has faced terrible demons. Fausto Galvan promised the girl vengeance, and after shooting the man’s wife who had ignored the abuse, castrated the man and fed his balls to a starved dog. “He taught the man to be a pet,” Eleanor explains softly.

Eleanor reveals a horrifying personal secret to scare the bejeezus out of Ray.

Eleanor reveals a horrifying personal secret to scare the bejeezus out of Ray.

Yikes, now we know who Eleanor’s caged monster is. “What is this, some kind of parable?” Ray blusters. I’m just impressed he knows the word parable. “I want you to understand the kind of man we work for,” she answers. “Do you want to be a pet?” Turns out that’s not on Ray’s top ten for the bucket list, actually. Charlotte, moved by the story, asks what happened to the little girl. “She survived,” Eleanor says evenly; she’ll take care of the reporters, she adds before ignoring them in clear dismissal.

Turns out Luisa, Marco’s neighbor-with-benefits, lost a child of her own; a girl who disappeared in Juarez. The police didn’t help her, but “if there were more cops like you, Marco, things would be different,” she swears. Later the two of them have sex in a car so we can see how emotionally detached and desperate Marco is, living the lie of being a hero, and watch the show work on earning that adult nudity rating.

Turns out Lucy’s knitting needles in Act II were the proverbial gun on the mantle. When Adriana’s girlfriend is attacked in her home (clearly part of Eleanor’s “taking care of” the reporters), she’s stabbed but manages to plunge her knitting needles into the chest of her attacker. Cripes, I wanted more storyline for Adriana so she could have more opportunities besides being Daniel Frye’s straight-man partner, but I didn’t want her girlfriend to get fridged for it to happen.

“I don’t want to see you,” Sonya says harshly to Jack Dobbs, but gives him two minutes to talk at her place. He confesses the night Bridget Rowland went missing, his brother lied about going to the movies, came home late with dirt on his clothes. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “I don’t know, he was my big brother,” and Jack was only thirteen.

Sonya accuses him of starting the affair just to find more clues confirming his suspicions of Rowland’s death, calling bullshit on his claims he “didn’t come looking for this.” Well, then “so did you,” he rails at Sonya; she showed him his brother’s pictures and “screwed me for answers” about their family life. “I don’t have room in my life for liars,” Sonya snaps.

Wow, this is the episode of the lying liars who lie; of course in addition to the curiosity about Jim Dobbs fueling Sonya’s attraction for Jack, she’s also aggressively deflecting here about her own terrible misgivings about lying with Marco about what really happened the night those two detectives were shot. For Sonya, Jack very much takes the place of all the men who have trapped her in half-truths, and she wants no part of it; he hands over his key and leaves.

Ah, hell. “Hey, Lucy,” Adriana calls out cheerfully but soon finds Lucy’s body. “Stay awake for me, okay?” Adriana pleads while screaming and calling for help. “Stay with me, stay!” Poor kid. I really hope Lucy lives, but I suspect that if we’re going to watch a big ol’ object lesson about the dangers of uncovering conspiracies and truth, that won’t be how this turns out.

DEA Agent McKenzie creeps up on Charlotte at a coffee house (all the while squeezing waaayyy too much caramel on his latte). “I hear it’s been a hard winter, Mrs. Millwright,” he opens, referring to Charlotte’s desperate code for help from last season (guys, I barely, barely remember this bit with Agent Froome, who was apparently reassigned to Latvia). Though she wants to make a deal, he smiles and says, “Let me tell you how this is gonna work, Charlotte. You’re going to tell me exactly what I want to know, when I want to know it, or you’re going to do time in a Federal prison on drug charges.” She’ll be his source to take down Fausto Galvan

A scene with Marco Ruiz visiting a classroom of children excited to hear about his heroic commendation for taking down two bad seed cops unfolds. The awkwardness is interspliced with David Tate in prison being strapped down and intubated with a deadly substance by a nurse loyal to Fausto Galvan. “That’s why you have to try to be brave,” Marco says uncomfortably when the children asks if he ever gets scared. “How do you know if they’re bad guys or good guys?” a prescient little boy asks. “Sometimes you don’t,” Marco answers in a choked voice. At the prison infirmary, though Tate struggles and demands to know what’s happening, we see his feet kick in their restraints before he goes completely still, eyes still open.

“I have some news for you,” Sonya says to poor Bridget Rowland’s mother at the Rowlands’ front door. When the woman sees the little purse Sonya holds, obviously something Bridget owned when she was kidnapped and killed, she exhales shakily. Sonya looks terribly broken-hearted, about to give the news as honestly as she can to a woman who for years has been kept from the truth.

Well, jeezum crow, people! Last week it felt like all the show was doing was laying down threads to weave in place later; this week was all about tearing through revelation after revelation as the characters contended with their own falsehoods and search for what’s really happening. What the hell is going to happen to Adriana and Daniel now that Eleanor and Fausto know about them? Will Marco give under the pressure of acting the hero when he knows he and Sonya lied? And will that murderous cartel-running Fausto Galvan ever fulfill his dream of visiting Norway?

Let’s see if we get another building-block episode or constant crazy developments left, right, and up your intubated nose next week with “Goliath”. Meanwhile, I’d love to hear your thoughts on all the stuff that went crazy up in “Lamia”; tell me what you think in comments below!