All language subtitles for Banshee S02E09 Homecoming (1080p x265 10bit Joy)

And who might you be?

- Priest: Who are you?
- I already told you.

I wanted to let Jesus
Christ into my life.

I have a feeling you'll be
meeting Jesus quite soon.

The only question is how
much it'll hurt before you do.

What the fuck kind
of priest are you?

Please watch your language.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

There's no call for profanity.

Spend some time with
our confused friend.

See if you can
show him the light.

Well, I thought
he'd never leave.

See, now, that
won't be necessary.

Shut your mouth.

- Fuck me.
- Man: Down!

Get him! I need him alive!

Fuck!

Ah!

Deva: Like that.

Good morning, everybody.

- Max: Hey, Mom.
- Deva: Hey.

- Hi.
- Deva: That's sick! I love it.

- That's pretty cool.
- How did you sleep?

Good.

- Deva: Do you like it?
- Max: Yeah.

Me, too. It's awesome.

Hey, you know what? Let's
go outside and try it out.

- You gonna do
an awesome trick?
- Max: Oh, yeah.

Deva: I think you are.

Carrie: I miss this.

And I missed you.

Do you think we
could ever get it back?

I don't know.

Probably not this, but
maybe something different.

Something better?

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I know.

Carrie: Sometimes when you
live with a lie for long enough,

it starts to feel
like the truth.

- Hey, Alma.
- Hey.

Proctor arrest. You up for it?

Sure looks like a
lot of paperwork.

How much is it gonna cost me?

Are you kidding me?

- It's Proctor. It's on the house.
- Thanks.

Besides, we both know
you would just screw it up.

- Hey, Emmett.
- Sheriff.

- You come for these?
- No.

- I don't deserve
that badge.
- Come on.

No one deserves
it more than you.

Have you heard back
from the D.A.'s office?

You let me worry
about the D.A., okay?

- Listen, what I did
to those men...
- They had it coming.

- Not from me.
- Well, if not from you...

Listen, Emmett, there are rules,

- and then
there's what's right.
- And then there's God.

Yeah, God kind of takes all
the fun out of the argument.

This job is doing
something to me.

I can't risk becoming
the man I was last night.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- My sister lives down
in Florida.

I'm gonna head
down there for a while.

See what it feels like.

I hate to lose you.

You know, you may
have everyone else fooled,

not me.

How's that?

I know you're a good man.

It's been an honor
to work with you.

You, too.

Woman on P.A.:
Dr. Hadman to E.R. bay 13.

Dr. Hadman to E.R. bay 13.

Hey, man,

give me some fuckin' morphine.

I'm dyin' here.

I've been ringing this bell
for a fuckin' hour already.

Where the fuck do you people go?

Oh, shit.

- That's right.
- You gotta tell Proctor

I didn't tell them anything.

By the time they came to me,

they knew all about it.

What the fuck are you doing?
That's my fuckin' morphine drip!

You won't be
needing that anymore.

You were paid to transport
Mr. Proctor's merchandise

and keep your mouth shut.

You chose to speak
to the authorities.

As such, Mr. Proctor has
asked me to inform you

that your services will
no longer be required.

Get the fuck away from me...

♪ 7:00 and my heartbeat stops ♪

♪ My candy girl ♪

♪ One in a crowd ♪

♪ Can she shout
and still be heard? ♪

♪ 7:00 and my heartbeat stops ♪

♪ My candy girl ♪

♪ One in a crowd ♪

♪ Can she shout
and still be heard? ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ My candy girl ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Grey and endless ♪

♪ Grey and endless ♪

♪ Grey and endless ♪

♪ Grey and endless ♪

♪ 11:00... ♪

What are you doing here, Sugar?

You came to see
me when I was inside.

I'm just returning the favor.

Seeing if there's
anything you need.

Yeah?

And where was your friendship

while Hood was making his plans?

A simple warning is
all I would have needed.

Hood, he doesn't
consult with me.

Yeah?

Would you have
told me if he had?

Kai...

I've known you
since you were a kid.

We may not be friends,

but in some way,
we're still family.

We're not family. Not anymore.

You made your choice.

And don't come back.

Kai, it doesn't
have to be this way.

Yes, it does.

I forgave what I could, given
the years you lost for me.

But when I get out of here...
And I will get out of here...

I'll be coming for Hood.

And if you're standing
between us, I'll cut you down

without a second thought.

You shouldn't have come here.

Hey, boss, we might have
a glitch with Proctor's case.

Just get your son and go.
You can't ever come back here.

Why are you helping me?

I know what it feels like to
be trapped in your own life.

Siobhan: I went
to check on Juliet.

She missed her
shift at the Savoy.

- Juliet: And what about you?
- I made my choice.

- Juliet: Thank you.
- Just go.

Siobhan: I swung by
the day care center.

Apparently, she pulled her
son out in the middle of the day.

The director there had a
feeling she's not coming back.

Smart girl.

- What about
your case against Proctor?
- She was never gonna testify.

Anyway, we've got a stronger
case with Longshadow.

Hi.

Lucas: He has a list of
people Proctor extorted

to clear the land
for the new casino.

And you think Longshadow's
gonna see that through?

He wants Proctor
out of his hair for good.

The charges against my
uncle will soon be dropped.

You've nothing to worry about.

But I am worried, Rebecca.

I don't doubt for a
moment Proctor's lawyers

will buy his way out
of a few gun charges.

But the cops have papers
linking him to the Kinaho Moon

and I can't have that.

That sounds like something

you should talk to him
about when he gets out.

- Siobhan: Why now?
- What?

Proctor... why now?

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

I don't know why you're here.

I've been trying to
pinpoint in my mind

what it is about you...
Procedure, protocols, laws...

You just don't have
patience for any of it.

Rebecca,

your uncle has had a long run,

but his luck's about to run out.

I don't think that they're
gonna take him down for this,

I know it, because I'm
gonna help them do it.

Why are you telling me this?

It's time for you
to make a choice.

Why me?

I like you.

The warrant is
specific to the basement

and excludes any and all
other rooms of the house.

So, it could be argued
that the subbasement

in which the
contraband was found

wasn't on the warrant and
is, therefore, inadmissible.

- Would that work?
- 50/50.

Depends on the judge.

Meanwhile, I'm pushing
for a new bail hearing.

The A.D.A. is
arguing flight risk.

But all the new ones do
that, so I will push it through.

It'll just take a day or two.

- What about Longshadow?
- Well, that's a whole
'nother ball of wax.

- You sure he's gonna
go through with it?
- Rebecca: He seemed very sure.

Yeah. Well, we'll have
to see what he's got.

Until then, my number one
priority is to get you out of here.

So I will call you as soon
as I have anything new.

- Thank you.
- Rebecca, I will
wait for you outside.

What is it?

It never rains, but it pours.

You're worried about Alex?

Well, he picked a hell of
a time to grow some balls.

Well, can't Sperling
do anything about that?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Uncle?

Just go home, Rebecca.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Okay.

You've got another visitor.

Mother.

Hello, Kai.

You look tired.

I'm not tired.

Just older.

Why are you here?

A mother hears her son is alone

and in trouble.

Well...

I've been alone for
many years, Mother...

For my entire adult life.

As have I.

Does my father know you're here?

Your father demands contrition

from everyone except himself.

As I get older,

I have far less
patience for arrogance

disguised as righteousness.

- And yet you stay.
- And yet I stay.

I was not raised to think
there was another way.

By the time I came
to it on my own,

I was an old lady.

I failed you, Kai.

I let the dogma of
small-minded men

determine your fate

when I should have
been protecting you...

the way any other
mother in the world

would have protected her young.

And now I see you
in here, and I know

that we put you here...

Your father and I.

Your crimes,
whatever they may be,

are my crimes.

May I come see you again?

Yeah.

Can I help you?

Captain Julias Bonner, NYPD.

So you are not here to pray?

No.

Just doing a little
legwork for the FBI.

- Priest:
Where is Agent Racine?
- They don't seem to know.

Maybe that's why they
asked me to drop by...

To see if maybe you knew.

I haven't seen Agent
Racine in a while.

He was not a healthy man.

Bonner: But he did come
in here from time to time.

Yes. He was looking
for my brother.

I take it you haven't
heard from him, either.

If I had, do you
think I would tell you?

No, I guess you wouldn't.

I don't suppose you'd
allow me to search the place.

Yes, of course, as soon as
you show me your warrant.

Why all this interest? Surely
you have more pressing cases.

Oh, yes.

But you never seem to
forget the one that got away.

I almost nailed
him a long time ago.

I picked up this kid
doing a job for him.

Diamonds.

It's for you.

Turns out it was
Rabbit who tipped us off.

I tried to turn the
kid, but he was,

you know, committed.

Everyone must live or
die by their own code.

Of course.

Well, you have a
good day, Father.

Have a good day.

Rabbit: They're closing in...

The intruder last
night, now this cop.

They will be here soon.

I had hoped to be a bit stronger

when I faced them.

Priest: It was a mistake
sending the assassin after them.

We should have waited
until you were healthy.

The only mistake
was her failure.

You could not
have foreseen that.

- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm a nurse, man.

Rabbit: What
about this intruder?

He proved more
resourceful than we imagined.

There are only so many hospitals
in the city. We will find him.

- Job: Which one?
- New York Presbyterian.

- Was I shot?
- No, dude. You got
hit by a car.

Rabbit: We have to assume
he will get word to them.

He was badly hurt. He
may not get word to anyone.

- How long have I been here?
- I don't know. My shift started at noon.

- Are the cops here?
- Why would the cops be here?

Priest: I have
called everyone in.

We will be ready for them.

What the hell are you doing?
No, you can't get out of bed.

- Tell me where
my fucking clothes are.
- You can't go anywhere.

- They're gonna
fucking kill me, man.
- No one's gonna kill you.

They're gonna fucking kill me.

You have a serious concussion.
You can't go anywhere.

- The fuck I can't.
- Please just get back
in the bed!

- I need some help in here!
- Get the fuck off me!

Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.

It's all right. I just got here.

Hey, Laura, can I
get a cup of coffee?

A few days ago,
that building blew up.

Word is it was an ecstasy lab.

Proctor?

Well, not that we
can prove, but, yeah.

Thanks.

I've requested a forensics
team from the DEA,

but first they gotta
find us on a map.

So I'm guessing this is
not a defective gas line.

Mm-mm, truck went through a wall
and then the place went sky-high.

Is that it? I mean, why
are you showing me this?

Because the day
before this happened,

I was out there with Hood and
Emmett. We shook down some guys.

We found out this is where
they're making the drugs.

And Hood desperately
wanted to tie it to Proctor,

- but we couldn't.
- And then it blows up.

Just like that.

And then he busts
Proctor on a warrant

based on information from
a confidential informant.

Exactly. And I wouldn't
bet the farm on that warrant.

Shit.

What the hell is he up to?

George.

Long day?

The only kind I seem
to be having these days.

Drink?

No.

That was some stunt
you pulled with the council.

Oh, George, don't
be a sore loser.

Men voted their consciences.

Well, I'm sure you've heard

that your good friend Proctor

has once again
been incarcerated.

Proctor's no friend of mine.

As a matter of fact,
I'm taking measures

to make sure he goes
down for the count.

Maybe I underestimated you.

But maybe you
underestimated me, too.

This dagger

belonged to my
great-grandfather.

It's handed down as a totem

to the first-born male
of each generation

when he comes of age.

So far, every man in my family

who has carried this knife

has had occasion to use it.

Of course, I have no sons.

Is this your occasion, George?

Is that why you're here?

I didn't think so.

Carrie: It's hard to
know when I realized it.

Little girls love their fathers.

And mine was so loving,

so attentive.

And he kept me
in this little world,

and I had no other
reality to compare it to.

So what changed?

Kids in school.

They started to tease me.

And you know how kids can be.

Then this one day, I was
walking home from school

and I passed by a newsstand.

And my father's picture was
on the front page of every paper.

So I bought a
copy and I read it.

And I didn't understand
much... I was about 11,

but I understood enough.

They were saying that my
father had had people killed.

So I took the paper
and I put it on his pillow...

and I went to sleep.

And then the next morning,
he was sitting in my room

in an old rocking chair
I had in the corner,

just rocking back and
forth, staring at me.

And for the first time in
my life, I was scared of him.

Jesus, Carrie.

But then he picked me up...

put me in his lap, and
I was barely awake...

kissed me on my head,

and just rocked
me back and forth

and I almost fell asleep again.

He was my daddy.

Hey...

that's enough.

You'll have plenty of
time to tell me the rest of it.

- Yeah, I should get going.
- No, no, no. Shh.

No.

No, you shouldn't.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm just
thinking about Emmett.

Yeah.

I just can't believe
he lost it like that.

Well, I don't think
he did lose it.

I think he made a
conscious choice.

They hurt his family,

- he needed to make 'em pay.
- We would have made them pay.

Yeah, but he needed
it to come from him.

Think of it like you and Breece.

Look, there is a point at which

any one of us will do
exactly what Emmett did.

It's just a question of what
puts us in that situation

where the circumstances
outweigh the consequences.

We go to the Cadi every day and
we're supposed to be dealing in justice,

but...

all we're really doing is
enforcing a set of rules.

But justice... real justice...

Is personal.

Sometimes the only way to get it

is with your own two hands.

You scare the shit out of me
when you say things like that.

You're the one that
wanted me to talk more.

Yeah, I'm starting to
have second thoughts.

You're the only sheriff that
doesn't answer his phone.

- What?
- You need to get your ass
to New York now.

Job?

I'm in deep shit here, man.

Whoa, slow down, slow
down. Where are you?

In the hospital is where I am.

New York Presbyterian, room 307.

- And if Rabbit get
here first, I'll be...
- You found him?

Yeah, I found him.

- Now he gonna find me.
- I'm on my way.

- What? What's wrong?
- I have to go.

What, just like that?

You don't think I'm entitled to
more of an explanation than that?

Yeah, you are, but right
now I just don't have time.

Well, are you coming back?

- Not tonight.
- How about ever?

I don't know.

- Then don't go.
- I have to.

I don't think I can
do this anymore.

I mean, I don't even
know who you are.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Hello, Brock.

Shit. Sorry about that.

- It's fine.
- Wasn't expecting
anyone, clearly.

Don't worry about it.

What the hell are you doing
here? I got the night shift.

I have to leave town tonight.

- Where are you going?
- It's not important.

- For how long?
- I don't know.

You're in charge.

Yeah, because that
worked out so well last time.

Hood.

Who the hell are you?

You're a good man,
Brock. Take care.

Are you expecting anyone?

No. It's okay. I got it.

Are you expecting somebody?

- Hood,
what the hell is this?
- Carrie here?

- Are you serious?
- If she's here, I need
to see her now.

- Go fuck yourself.
- Gordon, it's okay.

- Yeah, the hell it is.
- What is it?

- What?
- Job found Rabbit.

- Oh, my God. Where?
- New York.

Job's hurt. I'm going now.

- I'm coming.
- What?

- Give us a minute.
- We have to go, now.

Give us a minute.
Gordon, honey...

Look, this is your first
night back in this house.

I know, but if
Rabbit's in New York...

- None of this shit
makes any sense.
- I know it doesn't.

But I have to do this, to
protect us, to protect our family.

- If we're gonna have a chance...
- And how are we gonna have
a chance

when he keeps showing
up here? What is it with you?

Why is any of this your problem?

Don't look at her, I'm
the one talking to you.

I don't have time for this shit.
You can stay here if you want.

Hey, stop fucking
talking to her.

- Don't you turn
your back on me.
- Gordon, stop it!

- Fuck you!
- Jesus Christ!

Now, how many times are
you gonna ruin our lives?

- This has
nothing to do with you.
- Gordon, put the gun down.

- You don't understand.
- What, are you protecting him?

No.

What the hell is this?
Are you fucking him?

- Is that what this is?
- No, it isn't.

Then what the hell is it, then?!

If he doesn't get that
gun out of my fucking face,

- I'm gonna fuckin' kill him.
- Stop it.

You're gonna kill
me? I don't think so.

- I don't give a fuck
what you think.
- You show up at my house

- looking for my wife...
- You don't know
what's going on,

- so back off!
- I will blow
your fucking head off!

- Last chance!
- He's Deva's father!

What...?

What did you say?

Gordon...

Gordon...

I will tell you everything.

But right now I have to go.

Carrie: I have to go.

Why?

Because I have to kill him.

Or die trying.

I meant what I said...
Either he dies or we do.

Nothing less.

I couldn't agree more.

Is that any way to
greet an old friend?

- Asshole.
- Can you move?

- Barely.
- Come on, let's get you...

Oh! Fuck!

Shots fired on the third floor.

Request police backup.
Drop your weapon!

Help!

Drop it! Drop the gun now.

Come out and drop the gun now.

I'll kill her.

No, you won't.

What took you so long?

- He had a friend.
- Job: How about
a little less talk

and a little more getting
the fuck out of here?

Shit.

Let's move.

I want men in
all four stairwells.

And be careful. The shooter
might still be in the building.

You two, with me.

I want you to head
down there, make a loop.

We'll meet back up at ICU.

Son of a bitch!
Move, move, move!

Lucas: So what the
hell were you thinking,

trying to take him
out on your own?

I saw an opening and I took it.

Would have finished
him right there

if it hadn't been for
that psycho priest.

- Priest?
- Yulish.

- What, you know him?
- He's my uncle.

I never met him, but my
father used to talk about him.

I always got the feeling
that he was scared of him.

Are there any
members of your family

who aren't homicidal maniacs?

- We'll go in tomorrow.
- Job: I know the layout.

- I should come with you.
- You can't even stand, Job.

It's just a concussion, man.
You get them every day.

The inside of your head must
look like a Jackson Pollock.

Can't have you
slowing us down, okay?

Job: It's not
exactly an arsenal.

Yeah, we had to
leave in a bit of a hurry.

Hey, Pony still dealing
guns in these parts?

Only dealing Pony's doing
is blow jobs in Sing Sing.

But you know
who is still around?

- You think?
- I'd have heard
if someone took him out.

Who?

An old friend.

He's using a very liberal
definition of the word "friend."

- Think he'd remember me?
- The question is,
do you want him to?

Your men...?

They are dead.

Then they have come.

Yes.

I spent 15 years

searching for my daughter.

And now she hunts me.

Tell me, Yulish.

Do you really believe in God?

I do, yes.

Rabbit: To me...

God always felt like
something men made up

to feel less alone.

And now...

I am more alone
than I have ever been.

I don't trust you.

I don't give a shit.

Rabbit: And instead
of wishing for God...

I am praying...

that He does not exist.

Because if He does...

dead or alive...

there will be no peace for me.

My sins will follow
me beyond the grave.

♪ Whether you're
a beggar or a thief ♪

♪ Whether you're an
angel on their sleeve ♪

♪ Whether you
are rich or small ♪

♪ Whether you
have fell or will fall ♪

♪ Whether you've been
beaten or done the bruisin' ♪

♪ Whether you
have lost your way ♪

♪ Whether you have doubted me ♪

♪ Whether you
are dirty or clean ♪

♪ Whether you're a sinner,
whether you're a saint ♪

♪ I will love you
every step of the way ♪

♪ Every step of the way ♪

♪ Yeah, I will love you
every step of the way. ♪