All language subtitles for Banshee.S03E09.NORDiC.720p.WEB-DL.H.265.DDP5.1-CiNEMiX

- ( grunts )
- Emily: Please, stop.

( grunts )

( groans )

( speaks Pennsylvania Dutch )

What the hell did you say?

( screaming )

- Fuck!
- ( whimpers )

( spits )

- I said come closer.
- ( door opens )

What happened?

Cocksucker bit my nose off.
( whimpers )

Go.

( chuckles )

( sighs )
Hello, Kai.

It's been a while.

( clicking )

( theme music playing )

( chatter )

- Hey.
- Gordon: Hi.

Have a seat. Let me get you
some coffee.

I-- I can't stay.
I just--

just came
to drop this off.

Divorce papers.

Yeah, they came from the mediator's
office this morning.

Just figured that you'd want
to take a look at them.

Did you?

- Not yet, no.
- Maybe we should wait.

( sighs )

- What do you mean, Carrie?
- I don't know, I just--

I know this is what we decided.

I'm not sure. Are you?

No. No, I'm not. I'm not sure.

I made a mess of things.

Yeah, you did.

But listen, I've-- I've had time to
think about the pressure

that you've been under all these years,
the fear that you've been living with,

and I know that must
have been so hard.

- I just wish you could have told me.
- I know. I'm so sorry.

I don't want you
to be sorry.

I don't want to spend
any more time looking back.

We've got to look forward.

Is it crazy to think
that we could start over?

Well...

when it comes to crazy,
I think we've set a pretty high bar.

( chuckles )

You know what?

Why don't I hold on
to these for a bit?

- And then, uh, we'll see how things go.
- ( bell rings )

Daria:
Carrie, your order's up.

Okay. I've got to go.

Okay.

You know the only way
to clean this rat trap

is with a fucking
grenade, right?

( door opens )

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Everything get resolved
down South?

Yeah.

You sure?

Well, then,
good riddance.

Hey, Job.

- Hey, yourself.
- We okay?

DOD lists Camp Genoa
as officially decommissioned.

There's no mention
of our little soiree.

Well, that's great.
So we okay?

You almost got me killed.

- I know.
- I said you weren't ready.

- I begged you to pull the plug.
- I'm sorry.

Right now, I don't give a fuck
what you are.

We got a lot of history,
you and me.

Maybe that's all
it should be--

history.

( door slams )

( door squeaks )

( grunting )

( silenced gunshots )

Job: Who the fuck sent you?
Fuck it, I already know.

- What did Dalton tell you about me?
- That you're past your expiration date.

- You didn't ask why?
- I don't care.

You will when that motherfucker orders
a bullet put in your brain.

Think, asshole. I ain't just public
enemy number one.

I've done some shit for your boss that
makes me a dangerous loose end.

As soon as you kill me,
you become one, too.

- You're full of shit.
- Am I?

You sure?

Look, man. See for yourself.
See for yourself.

Look. Look.
They're coming for you.

You came for me,
but they coming for you.

All right?

I don't know how many jobs
you've done for your boss,

but this right here,
this one's the last one.

Your boss has written you off,
all right?

He's written you off. Stop.
Listen to me. Wait, wait.

This is what he is. You know what he is,
all right?

Listen to me, I'm telling you the truth
and you know it. Think. Think, man.

Dalton's cleaning house.
We both dead.

Speak for yourself.

- Hold up. You can't leave me here.
- Watch me.

Fuck that. Listen to me.
You thinking about long-term survival,

you need to know the things only
I can tell you.

Come on, you know what
I'm saying is true. I can help you.

- What's your name?
- Job.

All right, Job, you stay close.
You fall behind, you're on your own.

Frazier, what the hell
is this?

We don't talk much.

I figured it was time
to check in.

You could have picked up
the fucking phone.

( laughs ) Yeah, well,
you could have, too,

before you decided to renege
on our agreement

and let your niece sell
to the Salvadorans.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I'm sorry, what was that?

- Nothing.
- Good.

Flimsy denials
don't suit you, Kai.

You've always been
a straight talker.

Why don't you call off your dogs and let
us discuss what needs discussing?

It would be nice if things worked
that way, wouldn't it?

But unfortunately, that is the sad irony
of our business.

By the time we get to talk like this,

there's nothing left to discuss.

You must have known how I'd react
to a betrayal of this magnitude.

Exactly like
you would, yes?

Just name your price,
Frazier, you got it.

( tsks )

- This isn't about money.
- Everything is about money.

Not this time.

Hector Morales has always been
dirt on the bottom of my shoe.

But with you by his side,
that greasy, cocksucking motherfucker

could become
a considerable threat.

- And I can't allow that.
- Frazier, you're making a mistake.

I expected more
from you, Kai.

Shame on me.

( Emily gasps )

( sighs )

There's only two things
left for you to do, Kai.

And that's apologize and die.

I'm gonna slit your throat

like a fucking cow.

( grunts )

I want to hear him scream.

Again.

( groans )

Get your ass--
get up.

- ( gunfire echoing )
- ( glass shattering )

Lucas's voice:
Get down!

Brock's voice:
Hood!

- You can't just come in here.
- Don't touch me.

- Lucas: It's okay, Bunker.
- Sorry, sir.

- They took my uncle.
- They?

- The Black Beards.
- Who?

- A crime syndicate from Philadelphia.
- And this is my problem because...?

They're going to kill him.

I can't help you.
Thanks for stopping by.

Deputy Lotus.

What are we gonna do about it?

- We're not gonna do anything.
- What are you talking about?

- I don't give a shit about Proctor.
- Neither do I.

But the crazy niece, she told me they
also took my ex-wife Emily.

What? What does she have
to do with Proctor?

She took care of his mother.

- His mother's dead, Brock.
- I know. They, uh...

Oh, you've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Tell me about it. I'm gonna have
Bunker and Raven set up checkpoints.

We'll call the state police.
We're gonna go door-to-door--

No, no, no, they're
probably long gone by now.

- Maybe not. We've gotta do something.
- Brock, I'm not gonna get involved.

No, listen to me, Hood!

I have put my ass on the line for you
more than once, all right?

Now I'm asking you.

Please.

( phone buzzing )

- Job's voice: I'm not here.
- ( beeps )

Listen, I wouldn't ask
if I had another choice,

but I need some help.

( phone beeps )

Hold up. Hold up.
Hang on. Hold up.

- ( distant siren wailing )
- ( panting ) God.

It's okay, you killed them all.
I think you killed some of them twice,

you trigger-happy
son of a bitch.

There's gonna be more of them.
We need to keep moving.

I need a little oxygen.

( gasping )

Fuck.

How the fuck are you not even winded?
We just ran, like, three miles.

- My feet are fucking killing me.
- Talk less, you can breathe more.

I'll tell you what,
Clint Eastwood,

I'll shut the fuck up
when you answer me this--

where the fuck
are we going?

We need to get
off the street.

Move.

You didn't answer
my question.

I got a place.

I reviewed the digital security logs

from Sterling Safe's headquarters in
Virginia.

No obvious mainframe breaches,

no embedded viruses or brute force
attacks from the outside.

That's why I looked for something a
little bit more inside.

Sterling meticulously vets
all private contractors.

The process takes a month, the addition
of two new workers didn't make sense,

especially since they were deleted
less than 24 hours later.

- They made a mistake?
- No, I just got lucky.

The files were scrubbed
and overwritten.

I'd never have found them if not for a
power surge that triggered data backup.

That's Sugar Bates. Ex-prizefighter,
local bartender, and an ex-con.

- Robbery?
- Aggravated assault.

Mr. Bates solves his problems with
brute force, not skill.

He was the van driver.
Who's that?

That's the question. I cross-referenced
every facial recognition database -

NSA, MSS, Mossad.

Either this guy
is completely invisible

to all surveillance cameras
and spy satellites,

or he's managed to exploit

the most secure computer
systems ever designed.

- ( scoffs ) He's a hacker.
- If I'm right, he's the hacker.

CIA's been chasing their tails for years
trying to find this guy.

The online fanboys,
they call him Job.

But nobody knows for sure
who he really is.

( touch tones beeping )

Lucas:
You find him?

Over the last 12 hours, there's been a
flurry of cellular activity,

all originating from phones registered
to the 215 area code.

- Philadelphia.
- Form the towers to the south.

There's a lot of buildings there, but
only one abandoned high school.

- Address?
- 57 Broad Creek Road.

Okay.

- Listen, Job--
- This was the last time.

( groans )

Well, look who's
finally winded.

- Jesus Christ, you're hit.
- Get the fuck off my Baughman chair.

Do you know how hard it is to get blood
out of chenille upholstery?

Hey, do me a favor. Shut the fuck up,
would you?

Stay here.

This place is completely
off the grid.

If Dalton knew about it, don't you think

he would have told you when he gave you
your marching orders?

- How long you been under Dalton'sthumb?
- Too long. How do you know him?

I have a unique skill set.
In a rare lapse in judgment,

I rendered services
to your former boss,

thinking he was the real deal.

He wasn't?

Well, they never are.

I stick to criminals now. At least you
know where you stand with a criminal.

So what's your story?

Mmm, let me guess. Dalton got to you
when you were at rock bottom.

Told you he could
make you something more.

Man does have a way of getting
inside your head.

- Happens to the best of us.
- You said you'd help me get away.

How?

He can't kill us
if he can't find us.

- He can find me.
- He can try.

He got access
to satellites, databases,

and custom software that can locate
almost anybody anywhere.

But who the fuck do you think designed
that software?

- ( keyboard clicking )
- By the time I'm done doing my thing,

you are going to be a fucking ghost.

Now, let's start with your name.

( grunts )

( grunts )

( groans )

Sheriff's Department! Drop your weapons.
Drop 'em!

- Put 'em down! Drop your gun.
- Fuck you.

- Emily, you all right?
- She's fine.

- For now.
- You touched her, you're a dead man.

Those are tough words coming from a man
who's about to get shot full of holes.

- Yeah, right back at you.
- Nobody's getting shot.

- Hood.
- Now, there's a voice of reason.

- And you are?
- Sheriff Lucas Hood.

Sheriff.

Well, then, Sheriff Hood,
do you have a solution in mind?

We're only here for the woman.

And Mr. Proctor?

Whatever's going on between you and him,
that's your business.

Oh, now, that sounds
too good to be true.

Do we have a deal?

Let the girl go.

Emily: Wait, what the hell
are you talking about?

- You can't do that.
- Emily, let's go.

- No, I'm not leaving.
- Emily!

- They're gonna kill him.
- Get the fuck out!

Let's go.
Emily, come on.

Come on. Let's go, come on.
It's all right. Come on, let's go.

( door closes )

Oh, shit.

- What, did you follow us?
- Where's my uncle?

- Brock: Come on.
- Did you just leave him in there?

- Let's go.
- What the fuck?!

Come on. Let's go.

Lennox tells me you're grooming your
niece Rebecca to be your successor.

We'll have to see
if she's up for the task.

I will pray for your soul, Kai.

But I think at this point,

even God doesn't know
what to make of you.

Rest in peace, old friend.
( chuckles )

Lock the door.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Me, too.

- ( glass shatters )
- Burton!

( shouting )

( screams )

Uncle!

( groaning )

They were going
to burn me.

After my mother died...

I thought that I felt
the grace of God.

I thought He was
calling me back.

That wasn't God.

That was just grief.
An emptiness.

To me belong vengeance
and recompense.

Their foot shall slide
in due time.

The day of their calamity
is at hand.

And the things that shall
come upon them

- make haste.
- ( man groaning )

( speaks Pennsylvania Dutch )

( men screaming )

( screams )

( music playing )

? Love is a name ?

? In the wind ?

? When it blows through ?

? The trees and stars ?

? They make a wish... ?

Hey.

Hey, stay where you are.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Stop.

I need to talk to the sheriff.

- You can talk to him.
- You don't understand.

- He knows me.
- What's your name?

Deva Hopewell.

You the mayor's kid? Hey, hey, hey.
Miss Hopewell. Hey, hey, stop.

Miss Hopewell,
you are under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say or do will be held
against you in a court of law.

( grunting )

- These things take time.
- Yeah.

( grunting )

I can handle it.

( exhales )

- Can you?
- Most of the time.

What the fuck is this?

Jasper, Bryce.

Jesus Christ, Bunker.
You're a fucking pig?

- I'm a Banshee deputy sheriff.
- You're a motherfucking traitor.

- I should stab you through the heart.
- Expressing your opinion isn't a crime,

but threatening
a peace officer is.

So was torching that kike
temple in Harrisburg,

but I don't remember
that stopping you.

- Calvin still running things?
- Damn straight he is.

But if you think he's gonna protect you
from us, you got another think coming.

Calvin should have killed you
when he had the chance.

You tell my brother
I'll be seeing him real soon.

( jukebox playing )

Thank you, boys.

Why, Colonel, right?

- Were you a military man?
- No, just watch a lot of movies.

- What's your poison?
- Maker's Mark, neat.

All this time in Banshee and I've never
been in here before.

Well, it's... not much to look at,

- but at least the roof doesn't leak.
- Hmm.

You know, the craziest thing
happened the other day.

- Did it?
- Mmm.

Four idiots decided to steal
a considerable amount of my money.

Is that so?

Mm, but that's not
the crazy part.

These guys actually thought they were
gonna get away with it.

See, what you have here
is a lose-lose situation.

I never lose.

Sugar: Damn it!

Thanks for the drink.

Fuck you.

Job.

Who the fuck are you?

My name is Leo. Maybe you've heard of
me.

Don't flatter yourself.

Well, I've definitely
heard of you, Job.

That's why I doubled
the sedative.

( groans )

This is actually a very big moment for
me.

( alarm chirps )

( footsteps approaching )

- You have to go back for him.
- I don't. Now come on.

- Well, then I will.
- The hell you are. Em, listen to me.

You were so close you to die! They were
going to kill you because of him.

- Let go of me!
- Jesus Christ!

Open your eyes!

Do you understand? You are shacking up
with a fucking psychopath.

You're going to let him die because
you're jealous?

Fuck you, Brock! You coward.

Oh, yeah?

( gunshots )

Oh, fuck!

And you're welcome
for saving your goddamn life.

( door opens )

Sir.

Where is she?

I need your signature on this report
and you can take your daughter home.

- She's not going home.
- What?

- At least not tonight.
- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Deva. I don't know what
else to do.

Dad.

Dad!

( crying )

Emily:
Thank God.

I thought you were dead. Come on.

- Let's to get you to the hospital.
- We're not going to any hospital.

- Why?
- I made a mistake.

I should never have allowed
things to go this far.

What are you
talking about?

You and I will never
see each other again.

- I don't understand.
- Thank you for your services.

You'll be compensated
for your time and trouble.

Wait, don't do this, Kai. I know you're
trying to protect me,

but I'm not afraid of those men when
I'm with you.

Good-bye.

It's not those men
you need to be afraid of.

( car engine starts )

Hey.

I know this might
be hard to believe,

but your father thinks he's doing
what's best for you.

He's not really my father.

Bunker.

Sir, Miss Hopewell is being held
for possession.

Lucas:
Give me the keys.

Lucas:
Let's go.

With all due respect, Mayor Hopewell
wanted her to stay overnight.

I don't give a shit
what he wants. Let's go.

You got any stuff?
I'll take you home.

( groans )

Sorry to wake you.
I just couldn't help myself.

I must admit, I am probably
your biggest fan.

If you wanted my autograph,
motherfucker, all you had to do was ask.

Maybe later.

Save your strength.
You're going to need it.

( grunts )

( coughs )

It's funny
how things work out.

Don't you think?

I am curious, though.

Was the decision to steal my money
made before or--

or after you spread
your legs for me?

Do you really think I'd fuck you
if I didn't have to?

( laughs )

Give me the name of your fourth,
I'll keep your suffering to a minimum.

No.

- ( grunts )
- Give me a fucking name now.

Fuck you.
( grunts )

( chuckles )

One way or another, I will find the
person you're protecting.

Only question is, how much of you is
going to be left by the time I do?

( grunting )

( whimpering )

( grunting )

What the fuck, Hood? You had no right
taking Deva home.

Now you listen to me. You stay the hell
away from my daughter.

5.56 NATO Green Tip.

Where's Ana?

- What?
- Where is your wife?

Jesus Christ, what the fuck
did you do now?

( music playing )

? I don't set out to please them ?
? God, I don't need them ?

? Got to be something in
the food that they feed them ?

? There's a dead-end sign
on your door ?

? Just don't feel right ?

( vocalizing )

? It just don't feel right ?

( vocalizing )

? It just don't ?

? You're a yellow line
on a highway ?

? That just won't end,
that just won't end ?

? Ready to get run over
and over and over again ?

? It don't feel right ?

? Pick up your head,
pick up your head ?

? You got to pick up your head,
pick up your head ?

? So let the weak ones
line up and let 'em all fall ?

? Just another one down. ?

( groans )

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