All language subtitles for Banshee.S04E02.BDRip.x264-DEMAND

(CHATTER ECHOING)

Oh, my God.

Help me.

(CLICKING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(WHIMPERING)

No, please.

Please don't.

Please.

(CRYING)
Please don't. No.

No.

(CRYING)
No, please.

(SOBBING)
No.

Please! Please! Please! Please!

Stop. No.

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

Cut!

(CHUCKLES)
Moving on, people.

- DICK WEBSTER: 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 fucking touch me.

Bunker, I want you to
arrest all these people.

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

Go ahead, resist. Give me a reason, huh?

Run!

(GRUNTING AND STRUGGLING)

(GRUNTING)

Fuck you, bitch!

(GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

Pony Joe.

Motherfucker.

(GRUNTS)

Fuck.

- Have I mentioned you're under arrest?
- (PANTING)

Fuck you, traitor.

(GRUNTS)

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.

Well, 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?

(SIGHS)

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've forgotten, 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.

Really? 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?

Twenty-five.

The woods are mine, too.

It's peaceful.

It's private.

(BUTTON CLICKS)

Thanks.

New place is great.

A work in progress.

Mmm.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

No.

What about Deva?

CARRIE: Didn't you at
least want to see her?

LUCAS: I have seen her.

She didn't tell me.

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

(EXCLAIMS)

And Deva going behind your back
feels like a betrayal?

I just... I need to protect her.

HUBBARD: From him?
CARRIE: From everything.

HUBBARD: That's not possible, Carrie.
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.

(SIGHS)

(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, Carrie.
- 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.

HUBBARD: 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.

Hey, get those last three pallets loaded.

That truck should have
been on the road hours ago.

Motherfucker.

CALVIN: Mr. Proctor,
I was not expecting you today.

My condolences on your loss...
(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Don't.

(GROANS)

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.
I check the accounting myself.

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.

CALVIN: 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 a little bit.

REBECCA: 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 shithole 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.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- (GRUNTING)

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...

AARON: 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)

- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

- (LEM SCREAMS)
- Hey.

(LEM 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.

LUCAS: Rebecca! Rebecca!

Hey, Rebecca.

We don't have time for this.

Rebecca.

Get down!

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

- (FAINT MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CHATTER)

(BAND PLAYING)

(SINGING)Yeah!

Yeah!

I know, I know,
I know...

Bunker.

Not the kind of bar I would 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?

BUNKER: I'll let him tell you.

- Nice car.
- Thanks.

What are you doing here, Hood?

I was thirsty. Thought I might get a beer.

You're not here investigating
the Bowman murder?

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

Yeah, yeah, listen.

Someone's out there killing young girls
and I'm a little under the gun here,

so I'm gonna ask you again,
what are you doing here?

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

I figured I'll 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 as soon
as he sees the uniforms.

Then we'll know which one to grab.

Let's go, Bunker.

Sorry.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SINGING) 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 picture 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!
- What the hell, man!

Get out of the way. Hey!

- Bunker!
- Look!

Here!

Shut up.

- (TIRES SQUEAL)
- Hood!

God damn it.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

Mr. Franklin. Do you wanna sit down?

- FRANKLIN: You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

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

FRANKLIN: The evidence is overwhelming.

I'll have no problem getting convictions
for all five defendants.

- Withdraw the charges.
- What?

- Why?
- I have my reasons.

Sir, with all due respect, you told me
to throw the book at these guys.

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.

- KAI: I'll worry about that.
- Sir, 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 the fuck 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.
You know, why don't you go fuck yourself...

LUCAS: 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.

LUCAS: Complicated how?

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

Complicated how?

(SIGHS)

I should have never told her
about my fucking uncle.

LUCAS: Aaron Boedicker?

- They did some business, right?
- ELJAY: She was his business.

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

She's the one that gave him cash
as long as he didn't deal in Banshee.

ELJAY: 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.

ELJAY: 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.

SUGAR: There, now I've said it.

(PLANE ENGINE ROARING)

Senor Proctor.

Welcome to Pennsylvania, Mr. Loera.

About your niece.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

LOERA: 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.

KAI: Expanding my distribution network
is of high priority.

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

It's no secret that the Sinaloa's partnership
with the Chinese has hurt your bottom line.

Once the cartels got
into the pill industry,

you could 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 just 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
that 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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

At... 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, Your Honor, however,
the people have recently discovered

new evidentiary inconsistencies
and possible Miranda violations

on the part of the
Banshee 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.
- JUDGE: Motion granted.

JUDGE: All charges are dismissed.

These men are to be released
from custody immediately.

- (GRAVEL BANGS)
- PONY JOE: I am free. Home and free.

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

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CARRIE: 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.

REBECCA: Thank you, Uncle.

You're welcome.

(DOOR CLOSES)

LUCAS: Aaron Boedicker didn't kill Rebecca.

(GLASSES CLINK)

- KAI: Are you sure?
- I’m sure.

LUCAS: 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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (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.

NURSE: 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.
- Yeah, I know.

BUNKER: 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.

(LABORED BREATHING)

BUNKER: Do you want me to bring him in?

BROCK: No, let's wait.

Let's see where this trail leads us.

Yeah.

Thanks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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, you know, some of the DVDs?

I'm gonna get us some cocktails

and then we're gonna
start the audition, okay?

- DICK WEBSTER: 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.

(SCOFFS) Maybe all that time in the cage

and 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'm going to remind the Brotherhood
who the fuck we are.

Sometimes I wonder
if I'm the only one who sees

how batshit crazy this world has become.

Please don't kill me.

CALVIN: Watts has lost his vision.

Fuck Watts.

He doesn't care
that our families are in danger,

that our future is on the brink, 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)

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)