All language subtitles for Banshee.S04E02.NORDiC.720p.WEB-DL.H.265.DDP5.1-CiNEMiX

( chatter echoing )

Oh, my God.

Help me.

( clicking )

( theme music playing )

( heavy breathing )

( whimpering )

No, please. Please don't.

Please don't.
Please.

( crying )
Please don't. No.

( crying ) No. No, please.
( sobbing ) No. Please. Please.

Cut!

( chuckles )
Moving on, people.

- Let's reset for close-up.
- Sheriff's Department.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- You're all under arrest.

The fuck are you talking about?
This is a licensed production.

There's no license
for what you're doing here, asshole.

Brock: Jesus Christ, son,
pull your pants up.

You all right? Look at me.

- How old are you?
- Don't answer that.

- You're making a big mistake.
- Don't touch me. Bunker, arrest them.

- Don't fucking say anything.
- Shit, fuck!

- Go ahead, resist. Give me a reason!
- Run!

Fuck you, bitch!

Pony Joe.

Motherfucker.

Have I mentioned you're under arrest?

Fuck you, traitor.

Split 'em up. I need individual
statements.

Where do you want
the director?

Put him in
the interrogation room.

Turn up the heat.

- I want to talk to my lawyer.
- Yeah, yeah.

Good morning, Sheriff.

Mr. Mayor, you're in my chair.

I heard you and your deputies
had a busy morning.

Arrests don't mean shit
if your DA can't get a conviction.

That won't be a problem.

Yeah, I guess it won't.

I'm not an idiot. You think I don't know
that every time your girl Cruz

gets an anonymous tip,
we're doing your dirty work?

I don't need to remind you
who put you in charge here

and kept you in charge, do I?

What can I do
for you, Mr. Mayor?

What progress have you made on my
niece's murder investigation?

- We have a few leads.
- Yeah, I read through the files.

These files are confidential.

And in case you forgot, you're still a
person of interest in this case.

And if I wasn't out there wasting my
time shutting down fuck films for you,

I'd have arrested a suspect
in all three murders by now.

- I expect daily updates from now on.
- I thought that was Deputy Cruz's job.

I want them
from you, Brock.

Then I will make it
a top priority, Mr. Mayor.

- Thank you for your time.
- You're welcome.

( birds chirping )

Hi.

- You look good.
- ( scoffs ) Fuck you.

So what do you
have here, 10 acres?

25. The woods are mine, too.

It's peaceful.

It's private.

( button clicks )

Thanks.

New place is great.

- A work in progress.
- Mmm.

- Ahem.
- Where have you been?

I guess I needed some time.

Yeah, I could have
used some, too.

I shouldn't have
turned my back on you.

You didn't turn
your back on just me.

- Job's dead.
- Why, because Dalton said so?

No, because that's what
they do with people like Job.

You didn't know.

There was nowhere left to look.

You kept looking for him.

- Yes.
- Still nothing.

What about Deva?

Didn't you at least want to see her?

Lucas:
I have seen her.

She didn't tell me.

She knew if she did,
you'd want to come.

And Deva going behind your back
feels like a betrayal?

I just-- I need to protect her.

- From him?
- From everything.

- That's not possible, Carrie.
- It used to be.

Ana.

Before he showed up in Banshee and
forced himself back into your life?

- I didn't say that.
- But that's what you feel, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

For what?

Everything.

( door opens, closes )

Hubbard: The losses you've suffered,
the pain you've endured,

all the result of a choice
made by someone else.

And now he's back again, showing up like
he did two years before.

If you're so concerned
about my losses and pain,

why don't you let my kids
come home to me?

- We've already discussed this.
- Let's discuss it again.

All I can do is make a recommendation.
Beyond that, my hands are tied.

Then what the fuck am I doing here?
Tell me who gets to make that choice

and let me go talk to them.

This is bullshit.

Let's talk about Gordon.

What about him?

Have you started sorting
through his belongings?

No.

- The longer you wait, Carrie--
- What? The harder it gets?

Trust me, it can't get
any fucking harder.

Get the last pallets loaded. That truck
should've been on the road long ago.

Motherfucker.

Mr. Proctor, I was not
expecting you today.

My condolences on your loss--
( groans )

Don't.

I'd say our terms of agreement were
pretty clear.

You and your Brotherhood
manage my operations

and I permit you to maintain yours
for a bit of your profits.

And that's what you've been getting.

Which is why I hold you
responsible for any errors.

Or omissions for that matter.

- You've been running a side business.
- Mr. Proctor--

What happened this morning
was your one and only warning...

Mr. Bunker.

From now on,
my cut goes up by 10%.

Do you want me to talk to Mr. Watts
about our new terms?

That won't be necessary.

I didn't think so.

What are you going to do
about the arraignment?

- Why should I do anything?
- My men are solid. I can vouch for them,

but the director's a freelancer.

There's no telling who he'd rat out to
save his own ass.

Mr. Bunker, you seem determined to prove
your ineptitude. I'll deal with it.

Somebody pick
this shit up.

Hey.

You don't seem
happy to see me.

How are you?

Never better.

Rebecca: Good, 'cause I need
your help.

- With what?
- You ever heard of Aaron Boedicker?

Yeah, a meth dealer.

Rebecca: He and his clan used to just
cook up in the foothills,

but now they've started
selling it in town.

Lucas: Sounds like a problem
for Proctor.

No, it's actually a problem for me.

They were experienced cooks and I was
looking to branch out on my own.

I warned Boedicker
that Banshee was off-limits.

Let me guess, the inbred drug dealer
didn't listen to the 24-year-old girl.

Rebecca: I'm asking you
to help me fix this.

My uncle finds out
what I've done, I'm dead.

- Please?
- It's not my problem.

You drinking yourself to death in a
motel room wasn't my problem either.

I'm going after Boedicker
with or without you.

I just thought that with you
I'd have an actual chance.

- ( shouting )
- ( gunshots )

Stop!

- ( gunshot )
- Drop the gun, bitch.

You drop yours, asshole.

Why the hell would he do that?

'Cause if he doesn't, I'm gonna blow
your fucking head off.

( laughs ) Well, since you asked
so nicely...

It's okay, son, I got this.

Get him out of here.

So, is this
a social call?

'Cause my memory could be failing me,

but I don't remember inviting you
to visit.

- You didn't.
- Then you're trespassing on my land.

- We had a deal.
- You've been getting your cut.

The deal was you wouldn't
sell meth in Banshee.

Do you have any idea what my uncle would
do to you if he found out?

I never much liked
being told what to do.

Then you're really gonna hate it
when I shut you down.

( laughs )

Shit, girl, that there just ain't
never gonna happen.

- ( shouts )
- ( screams )

( groaning )

Lem, get the girl inside. She and I need
to have a little chin-wag.

( laughing )

( groaning )

( grunts )

( shrieks )

- ( Lem screams )
- Hey.

( groans )

I don't think you appreciate how much
trouble you're in, little girl.

He'd better not
touch me again.

And I don't know what I was thinking
getting into business with you.

You're the one
who broke the agreement.

( gasps )

The problem with being a pretty girl
is that over time you get the idea

that you can do or say whatever
the fuck you want.

( laughs )

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm gonna remove
the burden of beauty.

( whimpering )

( shrieks )

( dog growling, barking )

Hesher here chased down a rabid
possum a while back.

He ain't been
the same since.

( screaming )

( screaming )

( groans )

( screaming )

Jesus.

( dog barking )

( Rebecca laughing )

( laughing continues )

( panting )

You fucking bitch.

( screams )

( screaming )

Oh... Jesus Christ!

You okay? Look at me.
Look at me.

Come on. Come on.

Rebecca!
Rebecca!

Hey, Rebecca.

We don't have time for this.

Rebecca.

Get down!

( groaning )

- ( faint music playing )
- ( chatter )

- ( band playing )
- ? Yeah! ?

? Yeah! ?

? I know, I know,
I know... ?

Bunker.

Not the kind of bar I'd think
you'd hang out in.

- There's a lot you don't know about me.
- I'm sure that's true, sir.

Is there a law against drinking
in this bar?

The sheriff asked me to ask you to
wait.

Wait for what?

I'll let him tell you.

- Nice car.
- Thanks.

- What are you doing here, Hood?
- I was thirsty. Thought to get a beer.

You're not here about the Bowman murder?

No, sir. I told you, I'm retired.

Yeah, yeah, listen.

Someone's out there
killing young girls

and I'm under the gun here, so I'll ask
you again, what are you doing here?

One of the guys in the band
had a thing with Rebecca.

I figured I'd watch the show,
introduce myself.

No, you wait here.
Bunker and I will go talk to him.

Kid's a hillbilly drug dealer. He's
gonna run when he sees the uniforms.

Then we'll know which one to grab.
Let's go, Bunker.

Sorry.

( music continues )

? Your thoughts
are being read out loud ?

? So everyone can hear ?

? We know
your insecurities ?

? We know
your biggest fear ?

? Your thoughts are getting
worse and worse ?

? You're picturing your mother
dead in a hearse ?

? You plague your friends
with the worst curse ?

? You can think of... ?

( vocalizing )

? Everybody knows,
knows what you're thinking... ?

- Get out of the way!
- Ow, man!

- ? Everybody knows, knows...?
- Get out of the way. Hey!

- Bunker!
- Man: Look!

Bunker:
Here!

Shut up.

- ( tires squeal )
- Hood!

God damn it.

- ( knock on door )
- Come in.

Mr. Franklin.
Do you wanna sit down?

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

I've been going through the case file
from the pornography arrests.

The evidence is overwhelming. I'll
get convictions for all five defendants.

- Withdraw the charges.
- What? Why?

- I have my reasons.
- You told me to throw the book at them.

And now I'm telling you
to let them go.

Mr. Proctor, there's only
so many times we can do this

before people start
asking questions.

- I'll worry about that.
- Frankly, I don't understand--

And you worry about me.

- Was there anything else?
- No, sir.

Thank you for your time.

He won't be a problem.

( music playing )

Take a seat.

- What the fuck am I doing here?
- I said take a fucking seat.

What happened
to Rebecca Bowman?

How should I know? Why am I even sitting
here? You're not even a cop anymore.

That's right. That means I can kick your
fucking head in and not get fired.

You dragged me here.
Why don't you go fuck yourself--

Or...

All right. All right.

I liked Rebecca.
We had a good thing going.

Till she dumped you?

She didn't dump me.
Things just got complicated.

Complicated how?

- Can I get a beer or something?
- No. Complicated how?

( sighs )

I should have never told her
about my fucking uncle.

- Boedicker? They did some business.
- She was his business.

He was cooking that junk up in his
bathtub before she got involved.

She gave him cash as long as he didn't
deal in Banshee. That was the deal.

- I told her he wouldn't stick with it.
- And he didn't.

That's when she started acting all crazy
paranoid about everything.

I thought that she was
scared of my family,

but she said they were nothing.

It was Proctor that scared the shit
out of her.

The twisted shit
she told me about him.

Man, you have no idea how fucked up that
guy really is.

You wanna know what happened to Rebecca?
Ask that motherfucker.

All right, go.

Get the fuck out of here.

( scoffs )

( door opens, closes )

Seems this girl's ghost
has got you all out of sorts.

Yeah, I owed her one.

Must have been a real big one.

You got something to say,
just say it.

Seems like you owe Job

a lot more than you owe this girl.

There, now I've said it.

( plane engine roaring )

Senor Proctor.

Welcome to Pennsylvania,
Mr. Loera.

About your niece.

( speaks Spanish )

You should take time to mourn.
Business can wait.

On the contrary. A life can stop,
but business must go on.

My operation's been growing
exponentially since we last talked.

Expanding my distribution network
is of high priority.

- Loera: How does that benefit me?
- Market dominance.

The Sinaloa's partnership with the
Chinese has hurt your bottom line.

When the cartels got into the pill
industry,

you'd no longer control
the market pricing

like you did with
the cocaine and the heroin.

They're moving product
across the border--

twice your rate, just a fraction
of the price.

The increased traffic is causing you
even more border headaches.

I can offer a local pipeline
without any of the risk

or expense of having to import the
product itself from Colombia.

No disrespect, but I deal in a very
different volume

than you do here in Pennsylvania.

Your ambition impresses me, but I'm not
convinced you can play in my league.

Then allow me to convince you.

Very well. I expect three tons
ready for pickup in 14 days.

Done.

When this transaction
is completed,

I expect to be your exclusive
East Coast supplier.

Do we have a deal?

Senor Proctor,
I've heard the stories.

You're a dangerous man.

But a dangerous man
in Banshee,

to the cartel, is still
nothing but a mosquito.

Failure to deliver is not an option.

I'll see you in two weeks.

Judge: I reviewed the complaint.
All seems to be in order.

Are you prepared to make a bond
recommendation, Mr. Franklin?

Ahem.

At, um-- at this time, Your Honor,
the people would like

to withdraw their complaint
against all five defendants.

Are we discussing the same case here,
Counselor?

There seems to be more than sufficient
cause here to proceed.

Yes, but the people have discovered
new evidentiary inconsistencies

and possible Miranda violations on the
part of the Sheriff's Department.

In light of these unfortunate
developments, we have no choice

but to vacate the charges
and decline prosecution.

Very well.

I take it there are no objections
from the defense?

- No, Your Honor.
- Motion granted.

All charges
are dismissed.

These men are to be released
from custody immediately.

- ( gavel bangs )
- Pony Joe: I am free. Home and free.

Mr. Prosecutor, I'd like a word
in my chambers.

Hey, Bunker.
How you doing?

I can't believe this guy's
back on the street.

Most of his actresses
are underage.

He doesn't just shoot them,
he drugs them and rapes them.

Nice to see you again,
Mrs. Hopewell.

- What happened?
- I'm having my things removed.

I thought you'd want to redecorate
your new office.

Thank you, Uncle.

You're welcome.

( door closes )

Lucas: Aaron Boedicker
didn't kill Rebecca.

( glasses clink )

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

She was fucking his nephew.

Did you know that?

Who she fucked
is none of my business.

I trust you'll keep me informed of
anything else you find out.

What if I find out it was you?

I got nothing to hide.

- ( knocks )
- Yeah?

Forensics report
came back from the lab.

There was a positive match to the blood
sample we found in Rebecca Bowman's SUV.

Help me.

Hood.

- Son of a bitch.
- It doesn't make him a killer.

Brock: Yeah, well, it sure
as shit makes him a liar.

You're safe now, sweetie.

Everything's gonna be okay.
I'll be right back.

You don't really think he did it,
do you?

Brock: I don't want to, but he and
Proctor have never been best buddies.

You know, maybe Rebecca
got caught up between them.

- Bunker: That's not a motive for murder.
- ( glass shatters )

- Without that, we don't have a case.
- I know.

And we don't have anything connecting
him to the other girls.

Brock: No, I know. I know.

Bunker:
And also you know Hood.

I know Hood
just well enough to know

that I don't know him at all.

- Bunker: Do you want me to bring him in?
- Brock: No, let's wait.

- Let's see where this trail leads us.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

Right this way, girls.
Welcome to Dick Webster Productions.

- ( laughs )
- This is where the magic happens.

I want you to sit down.
Sit down on the couch.

Get comfortable.

You want to check out some of the
posters or some of the DVDs?

I'm gonna get us some cocktails
and then we're gonna start the audition.

- We're gonna make it vodka.
- ( girls laughing )

( chuckles )
Yeah, buddy.

( chuckles ) You got me.

You got me, lady. ( coughs )

- Who the fuck are you?
- A concerned citizen.

- I don't think you want to mess with me.
- I do.

( grunts )

( grunts )

How can Watts be so fucking blind?

Proctor's got us running around like
niggers in the field

doing all the hard work while that
motherfucker just keeps getting richer.

Maybe in the cage Watts doesn't mind
taking it up the ass, but I fucking do.

I'm done being
everybody's bitch.

Yeah, what are you
gonna do?

I'm going to wait for the right moment

and then I'm going to fucking seize it.

- ( grunts )
- Calvin: I'll remind the Brotherhood

who the fuck we are.

I wonder if I'm the only one who sees
how batshit crazy this world has become.

- Please don't kill me.
- Watts has lost his vision.

Fuck Watts.

He doesn't care that our families are
in danger but I do.

( screaming )

Fortune favors the bold.

Power comes from being willing to do
whatever it takes.

Killing you would be
much too easy.

( screams )

Justice at any cost.

I'll be watching you.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

I don't want any trouble,
Proctor.

I didn't kill Rebecca. I swear to God.

You can tell him that yourself.

Please. Please.

( groans )

( coughs )

( footsteps approaching )

Man:
Good morning, Job.

( screaming )

? I watched you from the dark
last night ?

? I molded your heart
in my hands just right ?

? But I lost myself
in your eyes ?

? Had to pull
myself away ?

? If love's gonna live
in this house ?

? Then you best make the most
and not sleep ?

? If you don't like the way
she treats me ?

? Then you know where the door is ?
? if you wanna leave ?

? Then you know where the door is ?
? if you wanna leave. ?