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[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]

3x09 - "Even God Doesn't Know
What to Make of You"

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[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 soireé.

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.

Well, 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.

Okay? Your boss has
written you off, all right?

He's written you off.

Stop, stop. Listen to me.
Wait, 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, 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!

- Miss, 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?

They're 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.

Fucking Proctor, huh?
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.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

Look, 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.

Yeah. Maybe they're not, all right?
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,
so the sudden addition

of two new maintenance
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 would never have found
them if not for a power surge

that triggered an off-site 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?

Well, that's the question, isn't it?

I cross-referenced every facial
recognition database there is...

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.

Transmissions are localized
to 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's thumb?

- 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 could help
me get away from him. 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.
- Brock!

- 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!

- No! 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.

Wait, did you just leave him in there?

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

Come on.

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.

- Yeah, you can talk to him.
- You don't understand.

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

Deva Hopewell.

- You the mayor's kid?
- Yes.

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.

[gunshots]

Sugar: Damn it!

[music]

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.
- No, Em, I don't.

- Now come on.
- Well, then I will.

The hell you are.
Em, listen to me. Listen.

Do you have any idea how close
you came to dying tonight?

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.

What, 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 just 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.

Okay, we're gonna have 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... I don't understand.
- Thank you for your services to my mother.

You'll be compensated
for your time and trouble.

Wait, don't do this, Kai.
I-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, sir,

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,

and 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?

[music]

[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?

sync & correction by f1nc0
~ Addic7ed.com ~

[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. ♪

[doors opening]

[groans]

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