Banshee

Previously on Banshee...

You were the most notorious thief in the country.

- Now you want play a cop? - I've got the badge.

Drop the gun!

- Special Agent Xavier. - What's the FBI's interest in Kai Proctor?

Now we've got him for murder.

- Why are you here, Kat? - I don't know.

- You arrest these guys, they'll stick around. - I'm not planning on arresting them.

- I want him. - I can't do that.

If you could, you would be free.

- Your word? - My word.

1x06 - Wicks

Get outta here! Come on!

Get up! Come on, up.

You should have told me.

You and Anastasia...

I could have come to terms with it.

But you turned her against me.

- I think he knows. - He doesn't know.

I treated you like family,

and you turned my daughter against me?

No.

You did that yourself.

You won't tell me where she is?

I don't know where she is.

You gave up your freedom for her. And now you will die for her.

- Yes. - No.

You will not die.

You will suffer.

You will know fear... and pain and despair...

every single day you are in here.

This much I promise you.

You're not begging.

You have always been so proud...

so much like me.

- I will never be like you. - We'll see.

I know just how deep to go without killing you.

Every single day.

Now you can go to sleep.

sYnc & cOrrEctIOn bY...

SyNC & CoRReCTioN By...

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SyNC & CoRReCTioN By...

15-minute rest stop, folks.

We'll be in Pittsburgh before noon.

Hey, ladies.

I'm a sinner. Will you pray for me?

Guess a blow job would be pushing it, huh?

Huh, fucking bitches.

- I gotta go. - All right, I'll see you later.

I don't fuckin' believe it.

No fuckin' way.

My father wants a word with him.

Alex tells me you're still mad at me.

Yes, I am.

I cleared the way for the hotel with the zoning board.

I got all the permits fast-tracked.

I made sure the environmental impact report wasn't an issue.

Burton, get the man a chair.

It was a murder charge.

It's a political vendetta. It won't amount to anything.

I apologize if I offended you, friend.

Apology accepted. How've you been feeling?

Cut the bullshit, paleface.

We all know the spirit horse is coming for me.

I already heard its hoofbeats.

And... you have concerns.

Your word is the only bond I need.

But your son...

with all due respect, Benjamin, he doesn't share our past.

My son will fulfill my promises.

Then I'll treat Alex with the same respect I've treated you.

I'll consider your promise his to keep.

But if he breaks it, it won't be a good day for the tribe.

I will talk with Alex.

Now, the landowners at the site...

I understand there's one that doesn't want to sell out.

Yeah, it's the Reverend.

He's a decent man, stubborn.

He'll sell.

He just doesn't know it yet.

Hello, Deborah.

What do you want?

- Is your husband home? - Arthur's around back.

Thank you.

Morning, Reverend Ramsey.

Thought I would've heard back from you by now.

I want you to taste something.

The pipes in my house, they draw the water from the aquifer,

but I prefer to drink it straight from here.

Same well my great-grandfather drank from.

Same bucket, even.

When my son was born, the entire congregation

of First Methodist came out here.

We baptized him with the water from that very well.

I understand your attachment, Mr. Ramsey.

I even admire it.

But you're not a 19th century homesteader.

You have a Prius, a Facebook page, and a 401k.

We'll double the payout.

We'll secure you equal acreage within the district.

You can dig a new well.

I'd be worried that any land you secure for me

would involve forcing someone else out.

Now listen to me, Reverend. You're gonna leave.

You can do it with grace and some cash in your pocket,

or you can do it broke.

- But it's gonna happen. - I'm gonna have to pray on it.

If God was looking out for you,

I wouldn't be at your door now, would I?

Huh?

Hood.

Hey, I've been trying to get you on the radio.

- Where the hell are you? - Serving the people.

Well, look, I got a guy here in the cage for shoplifting.

He's got a... got a long sheet.

- A really long sheet. - Well, I'm sure you can handle it.

Leonard Vanderwick... does that mean anything to you?

- Nope. Why? - Well, the guy says he knows you

and he won't talk to anyone else.

What do you mean knows me?

I don't know. He just... get down!

He won't tell me anything else.

I was gonna take him over to the court for processing,

but he insisted that he use his right to one phone call to contact you.

- Leonard Vanderwick? - Yep. What do you want me to do?

You want me to get him processed?

Yeah, no. I'll be right over.

- I gotta go. - Sounds that way.

Is it okay if I just stay here and maybe nap?

It's quiet.

The Moody boys becoming a problem for you?

What, are we going steady now?

I can handle Cole's idiot brothers.

This is Deputy Lotus in Banshee.

I'm just wondering how soon we'll get the... yeah.

The file number... it's 00170455.

Do I know you?

I don't know, "Sheriff".

Do you?

How you doing there, champ?

You're not up to solid foods yet, hmm?

Come on, let me get you to sit up.

- Leave it. - All right, all right.

I just didn't want it to go to waste.

Here you go.

Here. Looks like you're having some trouble there, brother.

Just hold that right there. I'm Wicks.

You want some water?

Whoa, easy, easy.

Easy there.

You won't wanna heal too fast.

The Albino, man... this and solitary,

the only two places he can't get to you.

The Albino.

Yeah.

He already put the word out... you're his property.

I don't know what you did, man,

but your chances of survival just took a nosedive.

What do I do?

I suggest you get really good at sucking cock.

I'm serious.

The Albino's a crazy motherfucker, but he's also full-on queer.

You're young, good-looking.

You show him some love, maybe you don't end up in a wheelchair.

It's not gonna happen.

You need to accept that it will happen, man.

Every single day you are in here.

You got no place to hide.

But how it happens, you might be able to put a spin on that.

You give it to him before he takes it and curry some fuckin' favor.

That's your best shot.

Listen, are you gonna eat that sandwich?

- Thank you. - You're welcome, Sheriff.

So, uh, how long you been out?

A little while.

- You? - Been out about two years.

Did some work for my sister's husband down in Florida.

It's nice there. You could work outdoors all year round.

But her husband, he didn't like me being around the kids.

He thought I was poisoning their minds or some shit.

He said he was letting me go on account of the economy,

but the fucker just wanted me gone.

Hey, enough about me, man.

How the fuck did you pull off this little miracle here?

It's complicated.

- No shit, it's complicated. - And temporary.

- What are you gonna have? - Don't know yet.

- You're setting up a job. - No.

Now, listen, man. You know you can trust me.

And right now, I'm what you'd call highly available.

No, Wicks, it's not like that.

Come on, man. You owe me!

Keep your fucking voice down.

Listen, man, I'm not gonna fuck this up for you.

But I'm tapped out.

You have no idea. I'm not living right.

I know what I look like.

I've been sleeping on the fuckin' streets, man.

I just need a break.