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( knife clanging )

Woman:
Everything was delicious, sweetie.

Thanks, baby.

So, how was work?

( scoffs )
Slow and painful. Same as always.

Except for when
I got promoted to shift supervisor.

I knew it.

We need to celebrate.

Do you have anything in mind?

As a matter of fact...

Go on, get things started.
I'll clean up in here.

You sure?

Of course, baby.

( chuckles ) ( humming )

- ( record hissing )
- ( snapping fingers )

( music playing )

( singing with record )
I was blue constantly

Life was no picnic
for me

You came along,
cured my blue song

Love really happened
to me...

( whimpering )

She's a beauty,
isn't she?

All right,
one second.

I go out of my mind

Love really happened
to me...

Don't want
to make a mess.

( crying )
Please.

This heart of mine...

- Please. Please.
- Even when you hold my hand...

- Please, don't.
- There's a thrill...

- No!
- More than I can stand

Love really happened
to me...

- ( whimpering ) No!
- Yes, love

- Love really happened to me...
- No! ( screaming )

( clicking )

( theme music playing )

( groans )

Easy.

You're welcome
for saving your life.

Only after I saved yours.

( sighs )

- What?
- What are you doing here?

I'm trying to help you.

No, that's not
what I mean.

What are you doing?

What I have to.

No...

That's bullshit. You don't have
to live like this.

What am I supposed to do?
Hide away from the world like you?

No, you don't do what I do.

You can leave.
There's a whole world out there.

The life
that you're choosing,

it ends one way.

Maybe.

But at least it's my choice.

( sniffles )

Jesus Christ.

I need you to leave.

I need you to go.

- No.
- Get out of--

Don't.

( breathing heavily )

Brock: Did you know that Rebecca Bowman
was pregnant?

You've asked me that
three times already.

And I'm gonna keep asking it
till I'm satisfied.

Did you know?

( sighs )
No.

Tell me about
your relationship with Rebecca.

- It wasn't a relationship.
- Then what was it?

Like just friends with benefits or
something until you killed her?

- Fuck you, Brock.
- No, fuck you.

I don't think
you're killing young girls.

But I don't know
that you're not.

The only thing I know is you've been
lying to me since you got to Banshee.

And the lies end here.

When was the last time
you saw her alive?

- I don't know. A while ago.
- I need you to be more specific.

I don't keep
a fucking diary.

Her car's GPS proves she was at your
cabin the night she was killed.

- Like I told you, I didn't see her.
- Really?

How do you know?
You don't keep a fucking diary.

( sighs )

I think you did
see her that night.

I think she told you
she was pregnant.

Knowing you, you probably didn't take
that news too well, so you argued.

- Maybe it turned violent, physical.
- No.

- Why is your blood in her car?
- Why don't you ask Proctor?

- I'm asking you.
- I don't remember.

Well, do you remember cutting the hearts
out of these two girls?

- Jesus. Come on, you know me, Brock.
- No, see, I don't. I don't know you.

I only know is that you went off the
deep end when Siobhan was killed.

You snapped and maybe
you're reenacting her death

over and over and over again
like some psychotic--

Jesus, open your fucking eyes, Brock!
This didn't happen in the moment.

Whoever did this shit
took time to plan it!

Think!

What, you think I got
them pregnant as well? Huh?

- You fucking know it wasn't me.
- I don't know anything!

Yeah, well,
that about sums it up.

( door buzzes )

( door opens )

Ted, Sheryl, and Martin.
How y'all doing this morning?

Have a seat, Mr. Watts.

- State your name for the record.
- Randall Cody Watts.

Good morning, Mr. Watts.
I'm Commissioner Ted Smith.

I'm joined today by Commissioner Sheryl
Golden and Commissioner Martin Davis.

Yeah, we've all met.

Today is your... sixth appearance
before this board of parole.

If you say so, Teddy. I've lost count.

Sheryl, I see you finally had that baby.

I did.

I hope you and Mr. Golden
picked out a nice Anglo name.

TED: I suggest you take this hearing
seriously.

What about the kike sitting next to you?
You think she's taking this seriously?

- Mr. Watts!
- Shut up! We all know the drill.

You're going to deny my parole,
then go home congratulating yourselves

on making the world a safer place.
But what you minimum wage pencil dicks

can't possibly understand is that
however repulsive you think I am,

that the darkness swallowing this
country whole

and coming for you and your
half-breed families

- is a million fucking times worse.
- We're done here, Mr. Watts.

Go fuck yourself, Ted.

Oh, and, Sheryl...

You be sure to give little Shoshanna
Golden a big kiss from her Aryan uncle

'cause you know I'm gonna
be thinking about her.

( door closes )

( whimpering )

The pain is only
psychological.

( gasping )

( shivering )

( door clangs )
( door closes )

Sheriff's giving you
five minutes.

You finally get to visit me
in jail, huh?

- Better late than never.
- ( chuckles )

I didn't do this.

I know.

Do you have any idea
who did?

Not yet.

I don't know
if you'll make bail,

but I can use my house
as collateral if you do.

Thanks.

How's Job?

They did a real
number on him.

He'll be okay.

How about you?

I really need to get
the fuck out of here.

Hello, Ted.

- ( sighs ) How is he?
- Innocent and Brock knows it.

Well, the evidence says otherwise and
the sheriff has to follow up.

You got something for me?

- I did. It can wait.
- No, I need the distraction.

It's the details of a drug processing
and distribution facility.

- Proctor's?
- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you, Bunker.
- Be careful, Mrs. Hopewell.

( engine starts )

- You just made bail.
- I didn't kill her.

Maybe you did, maybe you didn't.
Either way.

What the hell is this? Get away from
there! Proctor, what are you doing?

I posted the prisoner's bail.

- Bail? This is bullshit.
- Hood is coming with me.

- The hell he is.
- Let him in.

- No.
- Get out of my way. I'm the mayor!

- And I'm the fucking sheriff!
- Get out of the fucking way.

You give me those keys
or I will shoot you.

Wow.

Everybody is so angry.

- Ma'am, you cannot be back here.
- Why not? Everybody else is.

- Bunker, take her up front, please.
- Stay put, Bunker.

Special Agent Veronica Dawson.
Violent Crimes.

Yeah, that always seems to suck the air
right out of the room.

I take it you're Sheriff Lotus.

And you are?

Kai Proctor.

Mr. Proctor, I am truly sorry
for your loss.

- Let's go, Proctor.
- I got this.

- Get your fucking hands off me.
- I got this, Sheriff.

I can only imagine how frustrated you
are with how things have been handled.

But this is
my investigation now

and while I've got a little bit of lost
time to make up for,

I can assure you I'm a quick study

and I plan to get
to the bottom of things.

Do me a favor, give me some time
to sort things through,

and as soon as I do,
you'll be the first to know.

You have 24 hours.

Then what happens?

What a fun group.

( breathing heavily )

( whimpers )

Shh.

( whimpering )

Do you think she's pretty?

I think he'll be happy.

( whimpering )

Lucas Hood. Onetime sheriff.

( V.O. ) Part-time mountain man.

And now the primary suspect
in three homicides.

It's a hell of a resume.

Sheriff Lotus told me
you don't talk much.

Well, maybe I just
don't talk to him much.

He also told me
about Deputy Kelly.

You two were a couple
at the time of her death?

God, losing a deputy and a lover in one
fell swoop.

That must have
been tough.

I've been there.

My husband Paul.

He was leading
a tactical operation.

Some low-level terrorist we could lean
on to get us some bigger fish.

By the book, breach and arrest.
He had the perp facedown and zip-tied

when in walks the guy's 13-year-old
nephew holding a Glock 9.

Paul could have dropped
him in a heartbeat.

I mean, who can't
outshoot a kid, right?

But instead he tried
to talk him down.

I guess that kid
didn't feel like talking.

He shot Paul in the neck.
Killed him instantly.

You've been doing
this a while.

( chuckles )
Long enough.

Long enough to know that
the fake husband story

is not gonna work
on someone like me.

So either you think I'm an idiot
or you wanted me to call you on it.

What, so that I would
feel like I'm in control?

Seeing as we both know
that's not true,

why don't you cut the bullshit and ask
me what you want to ask?

Okay.

Did you kill
Rebecca Bowman?

- No.
- Well, that was easy.

- I so appreciate your cooperation.
- You're welcome.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

I'm guessing you don't have a lot of
pals down at the bureau.

You know a lot about
the FBI, do you?

No, not really.

But I know a little something
about burnouts.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

( door closes )

He didn't do it.

- You decided that in five minutes?
- No, I decided that in about two.

- ( scoffs ) The evidence--
- The evidence is shit and you know it.

The evidence isn't shit.

It's circumstantial.

I'll cut him loose.

- Not yet.
- Why?

Because the minute we release him,

Hood's gonna try to find
Bowman's killer on his own.

And I'd like a little bit
of a head start.

For the record, I also knew that your
husband story was bullshit.

Mmm.

( door opens )

( phone buzzing )

Did you know that Proctor was in the
drug business with your old crew?

What are you talking about?

There are neo-Nazis crawling
all over his warehouse.

- How do you know that?
- I'm looking at them right now.

Kurt, did you know?

If I knew, I would have said
something to you.

We need to take a step back and figure
things out. This changes things.

- Not for me, it doesn't.
- Kurt: Carrie.

Carr--

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted the new facility
to be a surprise.

When will it be
operational?

The end of this week,
maybe a little sooner.

We can run double shifts, triple the
output in the first month. I'll hire--

Rebecca, the Brotherhood will be
managing this operation.

- What? Why?
- They can provide the distance

and the insulation
I require as mayor.

- This should be mine.
- I know. You have to trust me on this.

- I've planned something bigger for you.
- ( laughs ) Yes, your big plan.

Meanwhile nothing is happening

and you're handing over
our business to Nazis?

I know that's how it looks to you, but I
promise this is what's best for us.

No, this is what's best for you.

And that's all you've ever really
cared about.

I wish you'd stop treating me like a
child.

I will when you stop
acting like one.

When you were my age,
you were already running things.

There was no one holding you back.

There was no one protecting me either.

- I don't need your protection.
- You do! This is a dangerous business.

I'm fucking dangerous!

You have no idea
how dangerous I am.

Carrie:
Grandma means well, honey.

I think she's just worried about you.

You're just gonna
have to give her a chance.

( keys jingling )

Well, could you at least pretend
for Max?

'Cause I need you to set a good example,
that's why.

( clattering )

Honey, hold on.

- ( whispers ) Job?
- ( clattering )

Deva, I'm gonna call
you right back.

( clattering )

( metal clanging )

( thumping )

- Fuck, Job!
- Fuck!

- I almost shot you.
- ( gasping )

- Imagine my fucking relief.
- You shouldn't even be out of bed.

And you shouldn't be storing your AKs
next to your Ann Taylor.

- How'd you get in there?
- It's a motherfucking tumbler.

You got enough firepower
in here to start a war.

Not start one.

Just finish it.

( moaning )

( wailing )

Amen. Evil from us deliver but...

All: ...us against trespass...

- ...who those forgive us as...
- All: ...heaven in is it as Earth on...

...name thy be hallowed...

...heaven in art who...

...Father our.

Hot date?

- You should really get some sleep.
- That would require me closing my eyes.

It's gonna take time, Job.

Fuck this. I'm coming with you.

That's a bad idea.

No, it's the worst motherfucking idea
ever.

You're not coming.

Not you or nobody get to tell me what
to do anymore.

You are not leaving me
in this motherfucking house alone.

Just don't-- don't--

don't leave me.

You're staying in the car.

You're gonna need someone
to watch your back.

- You're gonna need somebody--
- I'm serious.

Fine.

( music playing )

Got your message.
What happened?

- Have a drink.
- Come on, man.

I dropped everything 'cause I thought
you were in trouble here.

Shit, I need to get back to Proctor's--

Fuck Proctor.

Now sit down and show me some
goddamn respect.

No, no, don't be a fucking pussy.

Okay?

There you go.

Drink.

You all right, man?

Watts should have never
made a deal with Proctor.

He's so busy

chasing his own retirement plan

that he's abandoned

everything that we've been
fighting for all these years.

He may be blinded by Proctor's money,

but I'm not.

And I'm not gonna keep
my mouth shut anymore.

Calvin, you're drunk, buddy.

- Whatever you're thinking--
- No. No.

I'm done thinking, Joe.

I'm done
being Watts' bitch.

It's time for me
to man the fuck up.

( exhales )

Watts has to fucking go.

Hightower: We've been at this
for months, Job.

You must be getting tired.
Let's change the mood, shall we?

( music blaring )

( screaming )

Carrie:
Job.

Job. Job.

( gasps )

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

- How about you?
- I'm fine.

- Yeah, you look fucking fine.
- Not now.

Just in case I do
have to drive home alone,

you want to tell me
what this is really about?

Why are you doing this?

Hmm?

Do you think all this
Catwoman bullshit

is what he would have wanted?

Stay in the car.

Man: Hey, what did he say?

- He said you're gonna die.
- ( laughs )

Oh, what the hell is this?

Hey, this is private property.
Who the fuck are you?

I asked you a question.

- Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?
- No, I hear you loud and clear...

bitch.

Shit!

( grunts )

- ( gunshot )
- ( groans )

( groans )

- ( shouts )
- ( pipe clangs )

( grunts )

( gasps )

( moans )

Come on back, bitch.
Come on.

( coughing )

( breathing heavily )

Come on.

( shouts )

( screams )

( screaming )

Bitch-- bitch, move.
Move! Run!

- ( panting ) So how'd that go?
- ( engine starts )

Like clockwork.

( tires squeal )

- ( gate buzzes )
- Man on P.A.: Unlock gate 13.

( gate opening )

See you again real soon there, convict.

And you fuck your mama, Larry.

( gate buzzes )

( chatter on P.A. )

You my ride? Nice car. Them Krauts
always done it best.

We headed to Banshee?

Mr. Proctor would like to see you at
your earliest convenience.

Well, then what the hell
are we waiting for?

- ( engine starts )
- ( door closes )

( tires squeal )

( coughing )

- Fuck.
- FBI, skeezy fuckers.

Put the pipe down.

What are you doing?

Get the fuck out of here. Go.

( inhaling )

( exhales )

( phone buzzes )

Ahem, Dawson.

On my way.

( police radio chatter )

Raven, this is Agent Dawson
from the FBI.

- Yeah, what do we got?
- Coroner estimated she was killed

nine or 10 hours ago,
based on body temp and lividity.

- MO is the same?
- Yeah.

Attractive female, 18-24.

Son of a bitch cut
her heart out, too.

Cut isn't surgical, but it is precise.

He's in a safe place when he does this.
Takes his time.

- Defensive wounds?
- Ligature marks,

just like the other victims.

She was tied up.
Some kind of rope, heavy braiding.

- Enough to bruise like this?
- She was bound for a while.

- He doesn't kill them right away.
- No signs of sexual abuse.

No, he doesn't see them sexually.

Right here. He drugged her.
Just like the others.

Butchered her alive.

- Got an ID?
- No, nothing yet.

What'd the witness say?

Caught a glimpse of someone dragging
the body into the woods after 5:00 am.

And why the hell did they wait four
hours to call it in?

Because his mommy thought
he was making it up.

What's the kid's name?

- Tocho.
- Tocho.

Let's cover her up.

- Give the coroner gets all those notes.
- Are you Tocho? Is that you?

Can you-- can you tell me
what you saw? Hmm?

Was it a man
or a woman, huh?

- Young or old?
- Come on, that's enough.

No more questions, huh?
Come on, Tocho.

Okay, I'm gonna finish cutting this for
you and you're gonna eat all of it.

- And then treats.
- Hank: Okay.

- Maggie: But the vegetables, too.
- Hank: Okay.

- Maggie: Promise?
- Hank: Yeah.

How are the potatoes?

Dry.

I'm sorry.
I must have overcooked them.

( doorbell rings )

Stay here.

- What the fuck?
- It's nice to see you, too, Calvin.

And, yes, I'd love to come inside.

Do I smell
Magpie's cooking?

- How did you get out?
- ( chuckles ) It's a hell of a story.

- Oh?
- Maybe I'll tell it to you sometime.

Daddy.

- You're out?
- Good news, baby.

I've been rehabilitated.

Mwah.

And who might you be?

Uh, Hank,
this is your grandfather.

You just call
me Papa, sweetheart.

Uh, okay, we're gonna go up
and take a bath now.

You know what?
Fuck a man's heart.

You want love,
go right to his stomach.

( thunder rumbling )

Congratulations.
You're not a serial killer.

I'll need you to fill out some
paperwork.

( rain pattering )

( thunder crashes )

( thunder crashing )

( shatters )

( thunder crashing )

Dawson:
Need a ride?

You don't seem like the type
to hold a grudge.

You kept me locked up.

I just got here.
Had to get my bearings.

I'm glad I could help.

You knew I was innocent.

I think innocent might be a bit
of a stretch, don't you?

- Yeah, fuck you.
- Hey, you're welcome for that alibi.

Look, Hood,
I know where you live.

It's a long walk
to that cabin of yours.

I need a drink.

You definitely need a drink.

( engine starts )

( Watts singing in German )

( music playing )

All I wanna do
is fall off the wagon

Off the wagon,
off the wagon

All I wanna do
is fucking lose my mind

Lose my fucking mind

All I wanna do is, yeah,
puff that dragon

Puff that dragon,
puff that dragon

All I wanna do
is pass the fucking time

Pass the fucking time

Fade out

Lord, it's never enough

Fade out

Hey, hey

Let's do it again

( vocalizing )

Fade out

Hey, hey

Shall we do it again?

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