All language subtitles for Banshee.S03E08.NORDiC.720p.WEB-DL.H.265.DDP5.1-CiNEMiX

( music playing )

? There's a gravesite
somewhere ?

? Waiting for me ?

? There's a gravesite
somewhere ?

? Waiting for me ?

? I'm gonna lay me down ?

? Beneath
a big magnolia tree ?

? Let the branch grow ?

? Let the wind blow
the leaves away ?

? Let the branch grow ?

? Let the wind blow
the leaves away ?

? Just bring
a red carnation on ?

? Sail down today
and stay. ?

( birds screeching )

- Brock.
- Yeah?

( gunshot )

( through electrolarynx )
Stop!

Better have a damn good reason
for trespassing on my land.

If this is your land,
you must be Sani Crow.

We're looking for Chayton Littlestone.
He killed our friend. She was a cop.

Then you came
a long way for nothing.

Oh, fuck.
I blame you for this.

This woman you say
Chayton killed,

what did she do to him?

Nothing.

Then why would
he take her life?

'Cause he's
a fucking psychopath.

There was a time when you people would
have called him a wild savage instead.

Yeah, that sounds
about right.

He came to you for help
and you gave him sanctuary.

I understand that.
He's your people.

But right now every cop within a
thousand miles is looking for him.

Not even you can avoid
that kind of heat.

That's why I didn't
allow him to stay.

- When did he leave?
- Hood.

A few days
before you showed up.

And where did he go?

My best guess
would be the Quarter.

It's not a big place.

Let's go.

Hundred bucks
says he's lying.

- Doesn't matter.
- Why not?

He sent us
to the French Quarter.

Whether he's selling
us out or Chayton,

we all end up
in the same place.

( clicking )

( theme music playing )

( crowd cheering )

Yeah!

Brock, do you see him?

I can't see anything.
The crowd's too damn thick.

- Hit that motherfucker.
- ( laughing )

- Hit that motherfucker.
- Boys, let's up the ante.

Let's get some real shit
up in here.

Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!

Yeah!

Brock: How the hell
did you get down there?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is time for our main event.

In this corner,
from God knows where,

weighing in at--
who gives a fuck?

( crowd laughs )

Our undefeated champion

- the Slayer!
- ( cheering )

Brock: Is it me, or does this
entire place smell like ass?

And now, joining us
in a surprise appearance,

a favorite here
at the Underground.

Born again.

Oh, yeah.
( imitating drumroll )

- Chayton!
- ( crowd cheering )

Brock:
Hood.

Sorry.
Excuse me.

I can't see you.
Where are you?

( laughs )

Brock:
Hood, where are you?

Finish him.

Fuck.

Hood, what the hell
are you doing? Hood!

- ( neck cracks )
- ( cheering )

Hood!

The lady cop,

she was your woman?

Good.

( groans )

( screams )

( gunshot )

- Don't move, Chayton.
- Fuck you, cop.

The next shot will blow
your fucking face off.

- There are no guns allowed in here.
- We're cops. He's wanted for murder.

Not here, he's not. Here, that man
is under my protection.

Fine. I'll shoot you, too.

( laughs )

Now that'd be a neat trick.

This didn't go as planned.

- Man: Chayton.
- Fuck.

Is that man you're fighting
also a pig?

Yes.

Now, as much as I'd love to give these
fans the death they deserve,

I think that killing
a police officer

might complicate my arrangement with
local law enforcement.

You're done.

You're done, Chayton!

- I'll see you again, cop.
- Yeah, you fucking know you will.

( man laughs )

( laughing )

Now, what you gentlemen
need to understand

is that Chayton is a beloved figure
here at the Underground.

And it is only my goodwill

that is keeping these dedicated fans

- from tearing you apart limb from limb.
- ( crowd shouting )

And I'll wager you got

roughly 60 seconds

before that
goodwill fails me.

Starting now.

( crowd shouting )

Come on, let's go.
Let's get the hell out.

Come on. God damn it, I thought the plan
was to watch Chayton.

- I didn't want to lose him again.
- I'm pretty sure that's what happened.

- Now he knows we're here.
- That's an understatement.

What if he leaves
New Orleans?

He's not going anywhere.

- What is it, Burton?
- A small discrepancy in inventory.

- What, missing product?
- The opposite.

It seems we're showing
more profit than sales.

Well, that's a good problem to have.

- What would you like me to do?
- Look into it.

Tell me what you find out.

- Anything else?
- No. Nothing else.

Burton looked worried.

Oh, Burton always
looks worried. It's just business.

( music playing )

( door opens )

Hey, I thought you went out.

You thought wrong, again.

Did you lose something?

Not something. $125,000.

Apparently some motherfucker
forgot I'm the one who can count.

What the fuck were you thinking
taking that money?

Now hold on. It's just a small taste
of what I got coming to me.

Nothing coming to no one
until we all decide how to handle it.

It's not like I'm running
off to Atlantic City.

- I'm not an idiot.
- You doing a good impression of one.

Something came up.

- What?
- Something personal.

That's all
you need to know.

Hey. Hey!

Let it go, Job.

I ain't sitting on this just to cover
for your fat ass. You hear me?

You do what
you got to do.

So will I.

( door opens, closes )

Take the bag directly
to the drop point.

You deliver to Morales himself
or no one at all.

- Okay?
- Yes, ma'am.

Is there a problem?

If your uncle finds out...

Some chances
are worth taking.

Don't you think?

Yes, ma'am.

Call me
when you're finished.

( loud thud )

You're violating our agreement with
Frazier and selling to the Salvadorans.

- Yes.
- Your uncle won't like that.

Then don't tell him.

It can be our secret.

And in the end...

( zipper unzips )

...he'll thank us for it.

( gasps )

I'm not going to tell him.

It should come from you.

I'm trying to help him.

Can't you see that?
This woman is making him weak.

He's making bad decisions.
He's risking everything he's built.

That's not
going to happen.

It's already happening.

Fine. Do what you have to do.

But just know you'll be
making him pick between us.

And do you really think

he'll choose you

over his
very special niece?

( chuckles )

( muffled scream )

- ( chatter )
- Man: Again. Good, good.

That's it.
One, two, three, slip.

There you go, baby.

( music playing )

Uppercuts, uppercuts-- one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

That's it.
One, two, three, slip.

Stay-- keep your head up.
Keep your head up.

One, two, three, slip.
One, two, three, slip.

- Oscar.
- Come on-- Shug.

What are you doing here?

How's he doing?

He was doing good,
all things considered.

But a few months back,
things got bad, you know?

Between the doctors, the nurses,
all the new prescriptions,

we're drowning, Shug.

Open it.

Jesus.

No, this is way too much.

It's not even close
to what I owe your old man.

Pop took his chances just like every
other boxer that climbs into that ring.

- Could have just as easily been you.
- It wasn't.

Why don't you stick around? To give some
of the punks the benefit of your wisdom.

That bag is about
all the wisdom I got left.

( thudding )

( sighs )

You trying to give me
a heart attack?

A girl can dream.

Start talking.

- No.
- ( engine cranking )

- That's real mature, Job.
- Now you tell me

who did you give that
motherfucking money to?

His name is Oscar Cruz, Jr.

His father was a fighter.

So, what, you forgot his son's
bar mitzvah present?

Senior wasn't ready
for that fight.

The promoters didn't care.

I didn't care either.

I mean, the title was on the line.

The ref should have stopped the fight
after I landed a few big ones.

Lord knows I couldn't.

By the time his head
hit that canvas,

I had scrambled
his brains so badly

that he would
never speak again.

So where is he now?

He's in some overpriced
nursing home out West.

Drooling and wearing
a diaper.

Now, could you please

give me my distributor cap back?

( groans )

( groans )

( clatters )

( ragged breathing )

Is anyone there?

Oh, looks like you've been
down here quite some time.

They worked you
over real good.

Always be prepared.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'll cut you loose.

( groans )

Just take your time.

I'll be right back.

( opera playing )

( groans )

( gunshots )

Let's go.

I saved one for you.

Come on, let's go.

Can I help you?

I am going to help you
become a better man.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

What did he tell you?

You are going to graciously return
all the money he gave you.

That money was a gift
to my father.

Oscar Cruz, Sr., died
in November of 2007.

I saw your handiwork with the forged
hospital forms and insurance records.

Junior's been collecting
his benefits for years.

Almost as long
as he's been playing you.

Sugar thinks I have no clue what really
happened in the fight that night.

What he did to my father had nothing to
do with boxing. He took everything--

Bitch, I ain't come to hear your
sob story. I come for the money.

Then come and take it.

What you did or did not do in the past
don't mean shit to me.

What concerns me
is a colleague

that can't keep to the motherfucking
plan in the here and now.

I just want you to remember
I gave your punk ass a chance.

Float like a butterfly,
motherfucker.

You think you know what happened, Job,
but you don't.

Who was she?

Well, if it ain't for money and it ain't
for glory, there's only one thing left.

Who was she?

Her name was Vanessa.

I loved her, but she loved him.

I could hear her in the stands cheering
for her man. A man who wasn't me.

I never felt that kind of pain.
I didn't know what to do with it.

So I gave it to Oscar
to deal with instead.

For 25 years,

I sent his family
anything I could spare.

Wasn't much,
but it was something.

Listen to me. Let it go.

I have had more than my fair share
of Podunk Tragedy Theater.

I do not have
the energy.

Hey.

You could have kept
that money, you know.

Didn't have to say
a damn word to me.

So why'd you
give it back?

I didn't
give it all back.

( music playing )

? Oo-ee ?

? Your love ain't
never been so strong ?

? Oo-ee ?

? Your love ain't
never been so strong ?

? 16 candles burning ?

? Make love
all night long ?

? Love is ?

? Two rivers running
side by side ?

? Love is ?

? Two rivers running
side by side... ?

( music continues
in background )

Ain't nobody in here
gonna talk to us.

No.

But they'll talk to Chayton.

- And he'll find us?
- That's the idea.

You know, Hood,

we've been working
together for a while now

and I realized

I don't know the first thing
about you.

You know,
like where you're from.

Originally.

( people shouting,
laughing )

Town full of day drinkers.
That's a concept I can get--

You got something
on your mind, Brock?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.

You know,

when we--

when we killed Hondo,
I swore to myself never again.

And yet here I am

a short while later

on another
assassination junket.

Sometimes the law
can't give justice.

Oh, don't kid
yourself, Hood.

This isn't justice.

Hondo wasn't
justice, okay?

This is cold, hard,
self-serving revenge.

- We're killers? Don't make us idiots.
- Keep your fucking voice down.

- Who gives a shit? They're all drunk.
- You need to calm down.

We drove through 5 states to kill a man.

You don't have to kill anyone.

Then what the hell
am I doing here?

Huh?
What am I doing here?

Hood!

( music playing )

( woman moaning )
Oh, my God. Oh, fuck.

( couple arguing )

( loud thud )

( cracks )

( groans )

( groans )

You can't kill me, cop.
You're just a man.

- No man can kill me.
- Brock: Hood!

Damn it, give me that.

( breathing heavily )

( panting )

( gunshot )

( gunshots )

( panting )

( panting )

I underestimated you.

You're not a cop.

No.

Your people deal in lies.

You will never understand

the purity of true purpose.

Of a spiritual calling.

You're nothing.

I am a warrior.

I held her neck in these hands.

So delicate.

Felt her pulse tapping against
my fingertips.

The life running
through her.

- ( cocks shotgun )
- ( shell clatters )

( inhales )

( chanting in Kinaho )

( resumes chanting )

Hey.

( ship horn blowing )

( both grunt )
( splashes )

We should probably get the hell out of
Dodge before the locals show up, huh?

Hood, let's go.

I can't go back.

What?

I'm done.

I got nothing left.

So that's it?
You're just gonna walk away?

I've been driving myself crazy trying
to figure you out, but I'm done.

Who you are, who you were,
where you're from, I don't care.

I don't care anymore.

The only thing I care about
is my town.

Kai Proctor has been having his way
with us, all of us, for way too long.

But you,

you're the first guy
that bastard couldn't own.

And together, you and me, we could
take him down for good.

- No.
- God damn it.

What do you think she
would have wanted, huh?

I'm not going back
to Banshee without you.

Gotta finish what you started.

Even if I've got to kick your ass all
the way back there myself.

I'm not leaving
without you.

Are you done?

I think so.

Come on.

In the name of the Lord
and the Church,

we extend to you
the hand of fellowship.

"I am He who blots out your
transgressions for my own sake

and remembers
your sins no more."

Rise up and be ye a faithful member
of the Church.

In youth we learn.

In age we understand.

This belonged
to your mother.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

Kai.

- Let's go.
- ( groans )

( gunshots )

( murmuring )

( thunder rumbling )

( people chatting )

Bacon burger.
Cheeseburger.

I thought you and soldier boy
were done.

- We are.
- Does he know that?

- Hey.
- Hello, Carrie.

Jesus.
What happened to you?

I got robbed.

- Doug, are you okay?
- I will be.

- Did you call the cops?
- No, I'll be handling this myself.

Maybe you can help.

I understand your father was no stranger
to illegal behavior.

Maybe you could shed some light on the
nuances of the criminal mind.

My father and I had a complicated
relationship. I doubt I'd be much help.

Okay.

- I'd like some more water, please.
- Of course.

Leo: They came in through
the old service tunnel.

A winch was used to breach
the steel door.

They took control of the security
cameras and motion sensors.

These guys used our own
defenses to their advantage.

The biometric lock was bypassed using a
dimensional latent clone

and high-end vocal
replication generator.

Somebody got close enough
to steal your voice and fingerprints.

Once they were inside,
the rolling vault codes

were exploited
by an elite hacker.

After that, all they needed was
an experienced safecracker.

And just like that,
our money was theirs.

Captain Murphy,
we have three unknowns.

Van driver makes four.

Start with the hacker.

He defeated every encryption I set up,
avoided every malware trap.

And beyond that, he hacked into an
ironclad mainframe to shut us down.

- You're saying he's as good as you?
- I'm saying he's better.

Tell me about the safecracker.

The lock was drilled
dead center,

the tumblers manipulated
with a gentle touch.

The approach was simple, elegant.
The work of a professional.

Are you sure I can't get you anything
else?

Not today.

Leo: The one I haven't figured out is
the one you fought in the tunnel.

He was well trained.
Lethal, but a little rusty.

He allowed his enemy to live
instead of cutting his throat.

It shows he's gone soft.

Maybe grown
a conscience.

Why have his partners
blow the tunnel before he was clear?

Loyalty
and a commitment to the objective.

Number three is
gonna be a challenge.

Dismiss all enlisted cpersonnel. I want
them off the base within the hour.

Yes, sir.

Notify HQ that as of today

Camp Genoa
is officially shut down.

We're gonna hunt them down
and take back what they stole from us.

And then we will make them pay.

( music playing )
? Hey, hey ?

? Look how
you've become so old ?

? Like something
bought, used up ?

? And then resold ?

? I think
the joke's on you ?

? I think the joke's
on you ?

? 'Cause everybody
has their price ?

? Just name the number
and he'll sell you ?

? His whole life ?

? Time is currency ?

? Time is currency ?

? You always get
just what you give out ?

? You always get just
what you give out ?

? Don't be afraid
to fully live out ?

? All the truths ?

? The animal in you ?

? The animal in you. ?