Banshee (2013) s03e06 Episode Script

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
I'm gonna go with shitty day and whiskey neat.
You coming or going? I'm still working that out.
Is it always this quiet around here? Let's stimulate the local economy.
- Next round's on me.
- All right.
All you tourists buying me drinks today.
Oh, I'm not a tourist.
My name's Lucas Hood.
Come Monday, I'm being sworn in as the new sheriff.
Congratulations.
Your boss know you're here? Don't you worry about him.
You know the drill.
- Look at this guy.
- Excuse me.
Are we disturbing you? No, not at all.
This is just a very good steak.
And I know once I stand up to deal with you fellas, well, maybe you'll come quietly or maybe I'll have to kill you.
But either way, this steak is gonna get cold.
And you can always reheat a steak, but it's never quite the same.
You have some balls on you, motherfucker.
Sheriff's Department.
I'll take that gun now.
You drop your fucking gun.
Why don't you all put your fucking guns down? See, what we have here is a lose-lose situation.
There's still options on the table.
You boys could be smart, take a wad of cash, a bottle of bourbon, go home, sit on the porch, get drunk.
Call it a good day.
Or you can be stupid.
Try and shoot it out with the sheriff here.
Best-case scenario, one of you boys is dead.
Think about that.
Seems like a no-brainer to me.
But then, what the fuck do I know? Take the money, assholes.
- We'll take the cash and the bourbon.
- Hmm.
Sheriff? Thanks.
That deserves another round on me.
Sorry about your cash.
Don't mention it.
Hey, thanks for saving my ass.
No problem.
He seemed to be in an awful hurry.
Maybe I can get my nose pierced somewhere.
Don't even think about it.
Beaty's mom said she could get her nose pierced.
Couldn't get out of the car, huh? I don't blame you.
I know everything is so messed up, but this town needs a sheriff, Hood.
You hear me? Hood? And what I need is for the two of us to go find that fucker and make him pay for what he did to her.
3x06 - "We Were All Someone Else Yesterday" There is a season for everything.
A time for every event under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to uproot what was planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
There is a time to tear down and a time to build up.
Today is the time we mourn our dear sister Leah's passing and weep for the end of her earthly journey.
And tomorrow will be the time to move on, to celebrate her righteous life and revel in Leah's heavenly salvation.
How are you? Kai and Leah didn't speak for 20 years.
We don't want that.
Please, come home.
We forgive you.
I don't forgive you.
And I never will.
- Please, Rebecca - Good-bye, Mother.
What we had, was any of it real? All of it.
I don't want to die tonight.
Please.
Please.
Would you really just have walked away? If that's what you want.
What if it isn't? Then we leave together.
You want me to get that? I just wanted to say good-bye.
Thank you for showing such compassion for my mother Emily.
I should have been there to say good-bye.
The morphine was affecting her speech, but I do know that in her final moments she was thinking of you.
How much she loved you.
How proud she was.
Your mother was a tough and honest woman.
She saw the good in you.
So do I.
You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
What can I do for you? I just went a few rounds with Proctor's new lawyer.
This situation with Hood is gonna be messy.
Proctor resisted arrest and assaulted the sheriff.
- Seems pretty cut and dry to me.
- If that's what really happened.
- Yeah, that's what really happened.
- Good.
Glad you believe that since you'll be the one testifying at the trial.
- Why me? - You're the arresting officer.
- Hood was a victim.
- I've got witnesses that say otherwise, Brock.
- That's not cut and dry, it's complicated.
- You know what, Gordon? I will do anything you need to convict Kai Proctor.
Sounds personal.
It is.
- You mind? - Yeah, be my guest.
Make sure you get a good, firm grip on that handle 'cause it - Shoot much? - Yeah, now and then.
- He's gonna be okay, you know.
- Oh, I know.
Ain't like he's never had his heart broke before.
But not all jobs are created equal.
Any fuckups on this one could get us all dead.
- So, what, you want to call it off? - Don't matter what I want.
I'll let you know when it's done.
What do you need? Nothing.
Baby, I ain't talked you out of doing something since nineteen-ninety-never, so I'm going to ask you again.
What do you need? - Sir, we have a situation.
- Who the hell is tall, dark, and Nazi? - What is it, Bunker? - The FBI has got a TAC team setting up shop inside the Cadi.
They found Chayton.
Brock figured you'd want to know.
I'm sure you're as happy about this as I am.
Who's in charge? Anybody not wearing a badge clear out now.
One guess.
Hood.
Can you guys give us a minute? - You want me to play nice? - It's not what I want that matters.
Chayton Littlestone is the DOJ's problem now.
The feds have operational command.
Don't make this harder than it needs to be.
Commander Ferillo.
This is Sheriff Hood.
He and his team are here to support you in any way you see fit.
Thank you, Mr.
Mayor.
You're just in time.
I was about to brief my men.
Our primary target is a threat level one.
Director has authorized the use of necessary force in his apprehension.
Eye in the sky has detected a remote Redbone encampment deep in Kinaho territory.
The area is heavily wooded with limited vehicle access and limited nighttime visibility.
CIRG will stage on this adjacent access road.
We'll approach on foot.
We'll execute the arrest warrant at first light.
- Any questions? - Yeah, what about us? Local law enforcement and members of Kinaho PD will observe the operation.
Observe? Sheriff, I know this guy killed one of your own and I am sympathetic to that.
That's why you're being invited along.
But make no mistake; this matter falls under federal jurisdiction.
So, please, do us all a favor and stay out of the way.
Sure thing.
Can you get this table set up? Can somebody get this shit out of here? We open up in two hours.
Come on.
Put some polish on those poles.
I want them to shine.
She can polish my pole.
Is there a problem over here? - No, ma'am.
- There are two cases of vodka out back.
- Bring them to the bar.
- You know, I would, but I don't work for you.
I work for Mr.
Proctor.
Now you don't work for anybody.
- Pack your shit and go.
- Suck my dick.
Please escort this man off the property.
He's trespassing.
- You're gonna escort me now.
- Yes, ma'am.
Let's go.
Okay.
You're out of your league, cunt.
Get him out of here.
- What is it? - There are three men here from Philadelphia asking to see Mr.
Proctor.
Frazier's men? Show them in.
Gentlemen.
You must be Lennox.
I've heard good things from my Uncle Kai.
Please, have a seat.
- Where is Mr.
Proctor? - Tending to other business.
I'll be speaking on his behalf.
We're accustomed to dealing direct with your boss.
And we're accustomed to dealing directly with your boss, Mr.
Frazier.
But seeing as you drove all the way from Philadelphia, I'm willing to make an exception.
How about you? In light of recent events, Mr.
Frazier would like to reestablish his business dealings with Mr.
Proctor.
Is the Cage family no longer making deliveries? We're prepared to double our previous order in exchange for a modest price reduction.
You want a discount? As well as Mr.
Proctor's personal assurance that he will stop selling to the Salvadorans effective immediately.
Mr.
Proctor will start selling to Frazier again, but our prices have gone up, not down, in light of recent events.
A 10% increase.
And as for the Salvadorans, tell your boss that Kai Proctor sells to whoever he wants.
Thank you for your time.
We'll be in touch.
My father believed in an angry and vengeful God, one who punished transgression with pain and suffering.
As a child, he taught me to cower in fear.
But the older I got, the more his dogma angered me, so I put that cross on my back as a challenge to his God.
To finally see if I'd be dealt with the way he said I would.
- And were you? - No.
At least I didn't think so.
But lately I've begun to wonder if the punishment was something more subtle, less obvious.
- You're alone.
- Yeah.
You don't have to be.
Neither of us does.
You'll learn things about me that you won't like.
I've lived in this town my whole life, Kai.
I know who you are.
We were all someone else yesterday.
We'll be someone else tomorrow.
- Hi.
This is a nice surprise.
- Hold that thought.
Miss Miller wants that signed by a parent.
I was in the neighborhood and figured you might still qualify.
You didn't hand in your last three assignments.
Or some might say I'm only three assignments behind.
Which, given my home circumstances, is a pretty significant accomplishment, don't you think? Deva, you know what you and I have in common? We were both lied to for 16 years? Yeah, that's one way to look at it.
But there's also this.
We're the people that we always said we were.
I'm still your father.
That'll never change.
Okay? - Come on, I'll drive you home.
- No, it's okay.
I'll walk.
Thanks, Dad.
- Right on time.
- You know me.
I'm a creature of habit.
Sit with me.
- I can't.
- Come on, the place is empty.
Five minutes.
I miss what we had.
And I know you miss it, too.
- Am I wrong? - No.
Then meet me at the motel tonight.
I'm flattered.
But when I said we were through, I meant it.
Okay.
I guess I just had to take another run at it.
Believe me, I get it.
- The usual? - Not today.
No, I just lost my appetite.
Thanks for the coffee.
Uh-huh Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.
Are you okay? Yeah, just a little embarrassed.
That was totally my fault.
I should be more careful.
- Oh, my God.
I'm a total spaz.
- No, no, you're okay.
- Have a great day.
- Yeah, you, too.
Question everything they told us Uh-huh - Nice lift.
- Excuse me? That guy, he never knew what hit him.
How much you score? I have no idea what you're talking about.
- What, you worried I'm a cop? - No, I know all the cops in this town.
- I'm worried you're a creep.
- So you're from around here? Is there a reason you're still talking to me? Well, it's not every day that I meet a beautiful girl with mad pickpocket skills.
So just kind of wondering what else you're good at.
- I bet you are.
- You want to get out of here? I'm throwing a little party with some friends.
Guaranteed good times.
You actually think I'd go to a party with a total stranger? I'm Charlie.
Charlie Knowles.
You say that like I should know who you are.
No, but I'd like you to.
- You're crazy.
- Yeah.
Does that mean you're coming? Can I bring a friend? The more the merrier.
And the voice? Whatever you hear, I don't want to talk about it.
I miss what we had.
And I know you miss it, too.
- Am I wrong? - No.
Un-fucking-believable.
Bring it in.
Redbone camp is a three-mile hike due North.
Current intel shows that Littlestone is in the camp, so we are gonna take him down.
Sunrise is at 0630.
I want the suspect in custody by 0633.
Three-mile hike due North.
Breach the perimeter, three fire teams, standard formation, from here, here, and here.
Go in fast, we go in hard while they're sleeping.
We should still anticipate resistance, especially from Littlestone himself.
Now our objective is zero casualties.
But if somebody has to get hit, damn straight it's gonna be one of them.
All right, you know the drill.
Stay alert, stay alive.
Move out in 30 minutes.
Yes, sir.
You okay watching this from the cheap seats? - You heard the man.
It's his show.
- Commander Ferillo.
I know that you have a job to do.
I just want to be sure that this is an arrest - and not an execution.
- I'm sorry, who are you? Aimee King, Kinaho Police Department.
Well, Officer King, that cop killer is coming home with me.
Dead or alive, the choice is his.
You might want to consider whose side you're on.
- Commander! - King, that's enough.
Sounded like you were sticking up for that piece of shit.
You and I both know that Chayton isn't leaving this mountain alive.
Yeah, but I don't have a problem with that.
So why do you? - Look, I knew Siobhan, too.
- He snapped her neck like a twig.
And he enjoyed it.
What is this place? It was my parents' house.
And then after they died, it became mine.
- Cool.
- Now it's anything I want it to be.
- Sounds awesome.
- Come on.
I'll show you around.
You guys all live here together? Well, we're just like any other family except we actually take care of each other.
You want to meet 'em? - Sure.
- Come on.
- Deva, this place freaks me out.
- Come on, it'll be fun.
- We don't belong here.
- If you want to go, go.
I'm staying.
All right, everybody, this is Deva.
- Hey.
- And that's What's your name? - Beaty.
- Beaty.
- All right, here you go.
- Thank you.
He's waiting for you.
- You wanted to see me, Uncle? - Yeah.
Our friend from Philadelphia tells me you were a little confused about the offer he delivered from Mr.
Frazier earlier today.
It wasn't an offer.
It was an insult.
It was a first step in repairing a long-standing and very important business relationship.
They were buying from our competition and you want to reward that with a discount? They're the customer.
I want to earn their business back.
A small concession towards a bigger future.
But that's not what we agreed upon.
I already agreed to Frazier's terms.
We will reduce the unit price, stop all sales to the Salvadorans immediately.
Is that understood? Uncle.
Is that understood, Rebecca? - Yes.
- Good.
Now, I called you in because I'm sure you'd like to apologize to Mr.
Lennox and his associates for the misunderstanding.
I apologize for the misunderstanding.
It won't happen again.
Good.
Thank you, Rebecca.
You can go now.
Thank you, Mr.
Proctor.
Get out.
Get the fuck out! If you shoot me, motherfucker, you ain't getting shit for your birthday.
You're late.
Now let me be clear.
I'm trusting that taking out this Chayton motherfucker will get you focused on the real work at hand.
- Where's Chayton? - Fuck you.
Where is he? Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Move in.
- Go, go.
- Move! Where's the sheriff? - Move in! Now! - FBI! Get the fuck out of here! Get on the ground! Get on the ground! Down! Go! Down now! Get on the ground! FBI, get on the ground! - Get on the ground! Get on the ground! - FBI! Get down! Sit still, I said! Don't move, Chayton! I'm not gonna let them put me in another cage, Aimee.
- You murdered a cop.
- It's not murder.
It's war.
I knew her, Chayton.
She didn't deserve to die.
She chose her fate when she put on that uniform.
Stop! You're not gonna shoot me.
I will if I have to.
No, you won't.
Shh.
Shh.
Why the fuck didn't you shoot him, huh? Where is he? I said where the fuck is he? You don't want to do that, sir.
- I'll have your badge for this, fucker.
- Get in fucking line.
This is the hate Inside me This is the dark walls In my head Keep me in line Oh, man.
Oh, my God, that was strong.
That was amazing.
That was your first one.
It was good.
It was a good pull.
Black Black is the tide Is it too early for a drink? That depends on who you ask.
Just leave the bottle.
Thank you for coming to the funeral.
Someone shows you respect in life, the least you can do is return the favor when they're gone.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You know, men like me we're no strangers to death.
Maybe because of that, when it hits close to home, we feel responsible.
Well, maybe you are responsible.
Yeah, I suppose so.
You okay? Tired.
Come to bed.
- You heading out? - Yeah.
So tell me, are you chasing something or are you being chased? - Can usually tell - A little bit of both.
Well, either way, I hope it works out for you.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, yourself.
Everywhere I go No matter where I stay There's gonna be a storm down here You better back away When the pressure drops The birds singing stops There's gonna be a storm down here You better back away I lay you down like a hurricane It's time to go, got to leave me now When you're with me, cry, don't you turn around Can't stop, can't help it Can't stop, can't help it I hate to break what I can't replace Don't you make me do that, don't look back.