Banshee

Previously on Banshee...

Who are you?

I'm your grandfather.

I bet you didn't know your mother could handle a gun, did you?

I'm gonna kill you.

You already have.

There's some men they came here for me.

- You want my help? - I'll owe you one.

Max, you don't have to be scared of me.

I would never hurt you.

You'll always have a home here.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Don't seem right

burying the sheriff with that pond scum.

Your father and I had a deal.

We're not partners.

You may cause me to rethink my own terms.

So you're a pretend policeman now?

I just wanted to be the last face you ever saw.

Woman: Is there anything you'd like to talk about?

Not really.

Every week you just sit in silence on that couch.

- Do you know why you're here? - I got caught.

No, why you're here with me.

I have to go through you to get parole.

Well, in a manner of speaking.

It's my job to evaluate you,

the progress of your rehabilitation.

Come on, you really think anyone in here gets rehabilitated?

I think we rehabilitate ourselves.

You've been in here for what now, seven years?

- Yeah, something like that. - You've had your share of fights.

It's kind of what we do in here.

You're eligible for parole in four months.

I would think a man of your obvious intelligence

and skill would at least create the impression

of cooperation with me to manipulate me into

recommending parole.

Well, maybe I just know not to bullshit a bullshitter.

Fair enough.

But believe it or not, I am here to help you.

Yeah, right.

I'm just another file you got to process

before you go home to your cats.

What makes you think I have cats?

Well, I know you have a cat.

Cats was a guess.

What else?

You're wearing a black bra under a white blouse again.

It's happened before,

so it's not because you didn't get your laundry done.

If that were the case, you'd go with no bra.

Your tits aren't that big.

No, you deliberately project your sexuality.

Maybe because of a recent breakup

or a divorce.

Either way, you get off

on sitting across from men who haven't seen a woman in years

knowing that we're gonna go back to our cells

and rub one out thinking of you.

I mean, why else would a woman that looks like you

work in a place like this?

And, yeah, you have cats.

Every time you wear dark clothing like that navy pantsuit

that you had tailored to cling to your ass like a second skin,

I see hairs on you.

You're exceptionally observant.

- Occupational hazard. - Of a thief.

- Inmate. - Are you gonna steal again?

- No. - Are you sure?

- It's a trick question. - Why so?

If I say no, I'm full of shit.

If I say yes, I don't get parole.

Not everything's a trap.

Never say that to a man who's living in a cell.

I like you.

Isn't that against the rules?

Yes.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Lucas: What do you want, Rabbit?

Rabbit: I just wanted to look into your eyes

for the last time.

Good-bye.

Oh, shit.

- ( gunfire ) - ( body thuds )

- ( gunshots ) - ( bodies thudding )

- ( gunfire stops ) - ( panting )

I guess you owe me one.

Hey.

Go ahead.

I don't want to play.

But it will sharpen your mind,

teach you patience.

Brock: Holy...

shit.

- Emmett, check the back. - Jesus.

- ( echoing ) Emmett, check the back. - ( indistinct conversation )

- Brock: Hell. - We need an ambulance.

Brock: Hood, talk to us. What happened here?

We just got here. Been out all night looking for the kid.

Nothing but dead bodies.

Hood? Sheriff Hood!

I don't know what happened.

They just started shooting.

These are military grade M4s.

That's pretty high-end hardware for this neck of the woods.

All I care about now is finding that boy.

No, that's my priority and that's my jurisdiction.

In my estimation, Sheriff,

you've become an impediment to this investigation.

I can make a phone call to a judge

and have a writ within the hour suspending you from duty.

Xavier: Hood. Where the hell do you think you're going?

If you want to stop me, you're gonna have to shoot me.

Let me have your weapon.

Sugar: What are you looking for?

I'll know it when I see it.

I can help you.

I've lived my whole life here.

Which explains why you haven't grasped the concept of personal space.

- Just tell me what you got. - ( sighs )

This is from the traffic camera at the county line yesterday morning.

- How do you know that's him? - New York plates.

And Rabbit usually rolls four cars deep.

I tried calling our friendly neighborhood sheriff

to put out an APB, but he's apparently not taking calls.

At least not mine.

I ran the plates, they're counterfeit.

But I ain't got no picture of them leaving.

- They're here. - Think he's okay?

Job: He's not okay.

If Rabbit's here, no one's okay.

I told him, man. I said over and over again

we need to get the fuck out of here.

This has never been anything but a terrible idea.

How do we find the boy?

We hack into street cameras, we look for the cars.

We review security footage from mini-marts

and supermarkets-- someone had to do a food run.

We reroute spy satellites from the CIA

and look for heat signatures where they shouldn't be.

This is a tiny needle in a big motherfucking haystack.

There's just too much ground to cover.

I need 20 men doing this and I ain't got 'em.

It's just us two.

Or us three.

Hey, Job.

Long time.

Gang's all here.

Please.

Keep trying.

You know they're just here to keep us safe.

Hey.

You okay?

Deva, I'm sorry about all this.

Why would she lie to us?

Everything's not going to be all right, is it?

I don't know, honey.

I honestly don't.

I must admit

you have an admirable knack for survival.

I'm already dead.

- I know that. - Yes?

So why do you resist?

You haven't offered any other options.

Such as?

Surrender.

You would sacrifice yourself for the boy?

No.

For all of them.

So...

finally you admit

your responsibility in all of this.

Yes, I do.

Rebecca: Uncle Kai?

- Hi. - Hey.

I'm getting a glass of wine downstairs.

I'm actually gonna go to sleep.

So good night.

Good night, Rebecca.

Ah!

Who sent you?

Fucking Indians.

Go help your uncle.

Doctor: You've been in a fight.

Just a misunderstanding.

Do you want to tell me about it?

Someone had a crush on me,

I just wanted to be friends.

- Are we done? - Not quite.