Banshee

Previously on Banshee...

This whole sheriff thing you're doing...

If you go down, we both end up on Rabbit's radar.

Well, I guess we're in it together, then.

I want in.

You have a particular skill set?

You mean aside from saving your ass?

Shut the fuck up.

I'm Siobhan Kelly.

You're under arrest.

Who did I kill?

Christopher Hanson.

The Moody boys are gunning for you.

You killed their brother and they're not gonna let that sit.

I'm gonna break you.

Break me?

You have no idea what real power is.

Sir, it's my daughter Rebecca.

Very nice to meet you.

You, too.

What do you want?

You better brace yourself.

Here come the motherfuckin' neighborhood.

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- Yeah? - I'm at the county line.

17 minutes since they got off 80.

You should have them in about 30 seconds.

- No stops? - Same route four days running.

Does this entire town smell like cow shit?

Yeah, you got to stay upwind.

Okay, I have 'em.

And they're waiting.

And there he is.

- The old man? - And the son. Same drill.

Sounds like somebody got micromanagement issues.

Wherever we do hit them, it won't be here.

Baby, before they see you is always your best bet.

Not with all that hardware.

We're gonna have to take them on the road.

Who the fuck is that?

That's Sugar. He's with us.

And when did we become a motherfucking committee?

- Did I miss a vote? - You'll meet soon enough. Don't worry.

Sounds older than God and you call him Sugar. Why should I be worried?

I'm sorry. All the other potty mouth drag queens were busy.

Hmm, repartee.

How motherfucking exciting.

Do you have any idea what it takes to crack a truck like that?

No, none at all. That's why you're here.

This sucks. All right?

Can't we go back to the city, man? Any city.

We could do a bank, do diamonds.

Something more suited to our skills.

This is a stagecoach.

It's some motherfucking Wild West stuff in here.

Hey, we're rebuilding. Raising capital.

- We're slumming. - You wanted in, Job.

Only because I had to torch my salon

thanks to you, motherfucker.

Cost of doing business.

Fuck you.

Fuck each and every one of you.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Come on. Let's go, you guys.

- Don't fall behind. - Hurry up!

Hey, Mom. Why do they wear those masks?

They're banshee masks.

The evil spirit of a murdered Kinaho bride.

- Deva. - What, Mom? He can take it.

Yeah, Mom, I can take it.

- It's just a legend. - What's the legend?

Just that the spirit of the murdered Kinaho bride

stayed behind to haunt the white men who killed her.

So naturally we turned it into a festival.

That is one sweet-ass MILF.

- Fuck off, douchebag. - Deva!

What? They're being assholes.

Yes, and we don't need to encourage them.

- Here you go, Mrs. Moody. - Thank you.

- Their pies are so good. - Yeah.

Hi. Last year you had some terrific peach cobbler.

- How much? - $5.

Only 20 and she's had problems.

Mr. Proctor.

Oh, hello, Alex. Good to see you.

Can I get you a sandwich?

Oh, no, thank you.

I haven't seen Benjamin.

My father's not feeling well today.

But he did hear about your legal issues

and asked me to look in on you.

You tell him I appreciate that,

but I fully expect the case to be dropped shortly.

Maybe so, but it is a murder charge.

So I'm sure that you can understand

that your involvement in the casino expansion is now an impossibility.

It's too much exposure for us.

I'm a silent partner, as you like to point out.

So I don't really follow your logic.

Banshee's a small town.

These things have a way of coming out.

We simply can't allow you to be involved.

But I already am involved, Alex.

No.

I don't think so.

If that were true, I'd know about it.

After all, I'm next in line to be chief.

I'll give my father your best.

- Sorry I'm late. - Sheriff Hood, we're just getting started.

This is Special Agent Dean Xavier with the FBI.

What's the FBI's interest in Kai Proctor?

I coordinate with the DEA and the Philadelphia PD

on narcotics.

Every few years, Proctor's name comes across my desk,

but we can never tie him to anything.

Now we've got him for murder.

Are you still going forward with the grand jury?

I am.

Can't say that the case hasn't been somewhat compromised,

but we've still got the victim's hand and Webber's cell phone.

Your case was circumstantial at best.

Even with the eyewitness. And now that you've lost him...

The goddamn wall was brought down with C4.

Please, you couldn't have done any better.

I wouldn't have been there to begin with.

A roadside motel? Seriously?

Hey, did you come here to piss on my department?

I apologize, Deputy Lotus.

I didn't mean to imply that you were at fault here.

Yeah? Well, I was the only one there.

And that's why I'm here now.

Look, I'm sure you're all very good at your jobs.

Sheriff, you've been here less than a month,

you've got Proctor by the short hairs.

Frankly, the Bureau should steal a page from your book.

Is that why you're here?

To steal a page?

Your lost witness

raised some eyebrows in my office.

You know what? This is bullshit.

I've been sent here to monitor the situation

until the grand jury is in.

You want to keep an eye on things, that's your business.

Just do it at a safe distance.

From what I hear about you, that'd have to be pretty damn far.

We're all on the same side here, right?

That it?

Look, guys, this doesn't have to be a thing.

Yeah, well, it is to me.

Don't worry, Gordon.

It's not.

You believe this shit?

Don't worry about Xavier. He'll be gone in a few days.

- Grand jury won't take long. - Hey.

You think I fucked up here?

I think we fucked up.

And by we, you mean me, right?

No, we should've had Webber on lockdown at the Cadi.

- That's on me. - So let's go find him.

Whoever took out that wall didn't do it to leave Webber alive.

So, what, we do nothing?

You heard Hopewell.

The physical evidence is enough. We're okay.

Proctor's out on bail, our witness is gone--

we're not okay.

Webber got taken from me.

You got rolled, Brock. It happens. Shake it off.

That the sum total of your reaction to this?

It is.

- Shit happens, huh? - Yup.

Hello, Mr. Bates.

How you doing there, Mrs. Hopewell?

- How's the cider this year? - Oh, it's got some kick to it.

- Yeah? - Mmm.

Mmm. That's pretty good.

Mom, Max wants a buggy ride.

- Oh, I don't know. - Come on, it's a fair.

I'll take him. It'll be fine.

- You have your inhaler? - I left it in the car.

Okay, you guys go and have fun.

I'll grab it and catch up with you.

Okay. Cool. Come on, buddy.

Nice kids.

- Mr. Bates. - Call me Sugar.

Okay, I'll call you Sugar.

Listen, Sugar, about the other night.

Ain't got nothing to worry about.

I have plenty to worry about.

Yeah, well, I suppose you do.

But what I'm saying is

you ain't got nothing to worry about with me.

Thank you.

No.

On the house.

Aw, she got some treats for us.

Hey, is that our friendly neighborhood MILF?

Wait a minute, baby. Where you going?

Excuse me.

You want to smoke some weed with us, honey?

Get out of my way.