All language subtitles for Banshee - 2x02 - The Thunder Man - DEMAND (BDRip - x264)

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You got
a fuckin' problem?

Elizabeth.

- Juliet, Mr. Proctor here?
- Is he expecting you?

Oh, I imagine some part of him
is always expecting me.

I hear that.

- You can head back. I'll let him know.
- Thanks.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize
you were in a meeting.

No, it's fine.
Come in, come in.

We were just
finishing up anyway.

Weren't we, Mr. Camden?

Deputy Lotus, this is my associate
Isaac Camden.

What the hell
is going on in here?

Mr. Camden had
an unfortunate accident

on his way in,
but we sorted it out.

- Right, Isaac?
- That's right.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

- You sure?
- Yes, it's fine.

Burton, why don't you get Mr. Camden
a drink on his way out?

See you next week.

What the hell
was that about?

That was just
a small negotiation.

May I pour you one?

No, thanks.
I'm on duty.

So, what can
I do for you?

Well, I'm, uh-- I'm just following up
on those two bodies

we dug up last month.

Yeah, Munson and Randall.
I'm well aware.

Yeah. They, uh--
they work for you?

They worked
for me, yeah.

- In what capacity?
- They hauled meat, mostly.

Right. Not a job
you generally associate

with getting shot
and buried in the woods.

No, it's not.

And as I told
Agent Xavier,

I have no idea what they may have
been up to in their free time.

Yeah, I read
the report.

Just figured
I'd stop by

and see if maybe you had
anything further to share.

Are you implying I may not have
been truthful with the FBI?

Like I said,
I'm just following up.

Yeah.
And now you have.

You can see
yourself out.

Well, okay.
Thank you for your time.

You've been a big help,
as always.

Oh, by any chance,

do you remember the last time
you saw either one of those men?

I do, actually.

It was the same day
Sheriff Hood came to town.

It's fascinating how the mind
makes connections like that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now we have yet
to fully calculate

the losses sustained in the explosion--

No one told me
the council was meeting.

I called
an emergency session.

Really?
What's the emergency?

I've been up front
with you, Alex.

We can't sit back
while our tribe's

fiscal security
is threatened.

I've been chief
less than two months

and he's already
planning a coup.

And in those two months,
our hotel project has been destroyed

and now our casino
has been robbed.

Those are not
unrelated events.

Look, I'll admit
we've had some setbacks,

but my people and I
are working on it.

We expect to have
the missing money back shortly.

It's not about
the money, Alex.

It's about your
ability to lead.

Hmm.

I'd have a lot more faith
in his intentions

if he weren't angling
to be chief himself.

That may be,
but his ambitions

don't in any way mitigate the
troubles we've been having.

I'm very aware
of the problems

we've been having,
Mr. Thompson.

I just need some time.

- You had quite a bit of time already.
- Mr. DeLoria, I--

This isn't
a witch hunt, Alex.

We're just trying to do
our duty to the tribe.

Now, I loved and
respected your father.

We all did.

But to give fitting honor
to his memory--

Don't get ahead
of yourself, George.

And don't ever tell me
how to honor my father again.

I'll see you all
at the next meeting.

Hey, Squirrel.

Breece.

Jesus Christ.

You look good.

Deputy, huh?

Congratulations.

You can't be here
right now, okay?

- I have a restraining order against you.
- I know, I'm sorry.

I just didn't know how else
to get a hold of you.

You're not supposed
to get a hold of me.

That's what
a restraining order means.

I know. Look, I'm not hereto cause
you any trouble--

- You need to leave right now.
- Siobhan, please.

Just-- just give me
two minutes.

That's all I ask.

Okay, two minutes.

Thank you.

- Listen, Squirrel--
- Don't call me that.

Okay.

I know how angry
you must be at me,

and I deserve
all of it.

But I want you to know
that I left here three years ago

angry and drunk, and I'm neither
of those things anymore.

I've been sober now
for two years.

Anyway, the thing is,

I haven't had steady work
in seven months.

As soon as they do
a background check on me,

all the stuff here
comes up and--

Oh, I know you're not
about to blame me

- for your police record.
- No, no, no, no, of course not.

It's just my cousin Jesse.
You remember Jesse.

Anyway, he said that
I could come back here

and work for him
building swimming pools.

It's decent pay,
benefits,

but he won't
have me on

while I have that
restraining order on me.

You're kidding me.

Look, I know this is
a lot to ask, Squirr--

Siobhan.

And I know I don't
deserve mercy from you.

But I have been looking
everywhere for work

and I'm telling you
there's nothing out there.

This is my best shot.

- Hey, Emmett.
- What the hell are you doing here, Breece?

It's okay, Emmett.

- Move along now or I'll move you along.
- Emmett.

Emmett, I got this.

Sheriff, I need you to sign off
on these reports.

What do you got?

Now I can
write it all up,

but only you can
sign your name.

What's up?

Breece Connors,
Siobhan's ex-husband.

So what was that about?

A job he's after.

He wants me to lift
the restraining order.

Hope you told him to get lost.
You told him no, right?

I told him to take the job
and I'd think about it.

- He needs to work.
- Are you kidding me?

After everything
he put you through--

Emmett, look...

I'm not the same
person anymore.

Maybe he's not.

But either way, I'm not gonna
keep him from working.

So the prosecution
and defense

have both signed off
on the plea deal.

- ls that correct?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Yeah, we're good
with it, Judge.

For these charges
of reckless endangerment

and discharging
of an illegal firearm.

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Okay, then.

Mrs. Hopewell,
please rise.

I've reviewed the police reports

from the night
in question

and considered
the mitigating factors

as well as the recommendation
of the DA's office

and the agreement
of the attorneys present.

Based on minimum
sentencing guidelines

and the recommendation
of the prosecution,

you're hereby sentenced to serve
no less than 30 days

at the Mercer County
Women's State Correctional.

Your Honor, really?

Mercer County
is 200 miles away.

That is an undue hardship
on her family.

Overcrowding
in the county system

compels us to follow
the empty beds.

There's nothing you can
do about it, Jackson.

The prisoner is to be remanded
into custody immediately.

Can you at least
stay the sentence

for 72 hours
so that Mrs. Hopewell,

who is the mother
of two children,

can get her affairs
in order, please?

We're good with that,
Your Honor.

Mrs. Hopewell, you are
to surrender yourself

to the Banshee
Sheriff's Department at 9:00 a.m.

three days from now.

If you do not appear,
you will forfeit your bond.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Gordon.

- Sheriff.
- How are the kids?

How the fuck
you think they are?

Racine's squeezing her.

He thinks she knows
something.

Yeah?
For all I know, he's right.

Is that why you
let her go to jail?

Fuck you.
You don't put that shit on me.

She's in this mess
because of you, not me.

Oh, you want
to hit me back?

Yeah, go ahead,
hit me.

It's what you do,
isn't it?

Come on,
motherfucker, hit me.

Hit me, motherfucker.

I gave you
the first one.

You don't get another.

- Come dance with me.
- No way. I'm good here.

Come on. I want to dance
with my husband.

That's okay, Squirrel.

Just enjoying the view.

Okay, I'm giving you
10 minutes...

and then I'm coming
back for you.

10 minutes.
10 minutes.

- Hey!
- Fuck you, man.

Breece,
what are you doing?

Get the fuck
out of the way!

Stay the fuck away
from my wife.

Stop it!

Aah!

This is your
fucking fault, too.

You're shaking
your fucking ass

on his dick
right in front of me?

Huh?

Hey.

You Okay?

Emmett's got a big mouth.

Just leave it alone, okay?

Please?

Okay.

So Carrie's
really going inside?

Yeah.

You know, I don't want
to seem insensitive,

- but I need--
- Racine's not interested in you and Job.

We get off,
just like that?

What do you want,
your own hearing?

Oh, no, thank you.

I just think we need
to worry about

a high-ranking
federal agent

who doesn't seem
to answer to anyone.

Didn't your mother
ever tell you?

A wise man never looked
a gift horse in the mouth.

No, my mother told me
a word to the wise is unnecessary.

It's a damn fool
who needs the advice.

Well, look here.

Ain't we all
just domestic as shit?

Your cut, baby.

Yours, too.

What the fuck
you lookin' at?

It's just sometimes
I just forget how--

Never mind.

Came out
to about 156,000.

Split four ways,
39 grand apiece.

Definitely not
our finest hour.

This one is hers.

I'll let you
hang on to it.

So she's really
going in, huh?

It's 30 days.

It's, uh--
it's not so bad.

Locked up
is locked up.

Okay,
they're coming out.

- What now?
- One way or another,

you're gonna learn
to stay the hell away from my casino.

This is getting boring. Can't you
come up with something new?

Okay, here's
something new.

Alex.

I guess you're not
the only one in this town

who can get
their hands on C-4.

You stole $156,000
from my truck.

I want it back.

Let's go.
Close it down.

Move aside.
Move aside.

- Let's go.
- Let's go. Move 'em in.

Hi, honey.
I was hoping we could talk.

What are you
doing here, Breece?

I heard from some of the guys
that you had a fire.

I just figured I'd...

I don't know.

Do you need something
from inside?

No, I just wanted
to see you.

I'm going away soon,
and--

Yeah, I know. The whole town knows.
Congratulations.

I'm sorry, I thought I was gonna
be gone before you got back.

- No, you can't come around here, Breece.
- I know.

Well, maybe I'll just
come inside and give Max--

You can't come in.

I'm still his mother,
Deva, and yours.

I don't know.
Are you?

How do I know
that wasn't a lie, too?

Look, I know--

- No. No.
- I have a lot to make up for.

- Baby, I had reasons--
- I don't give a shit, Mom.

You know Max is still
sleeping in my bed?

He's too scared to sleep
in his own room

because you
let them take him.

You said you needed to work
and that's all this was, okay?

I've moved on.
I don't wanna hear from you

and I don't want you
coming around my house.

Well, either way.

It's great to see you
doing so well.

Just stay away from us.

Yo, check this
shit out, bro.

Hello, beautiful.

Why don't you come
join us for a drink?

No, thanks.

- We're shipping off soon.
- I'll pass. Thanks.

Well, pass a bit slower

so I can get a good look
at that ass.

Damn, girl!
That's a thing of beauty.

You ever consider
modeling?

You ever consider
shutting the fuck up?

Oh, shit!
You got dissed, bro.

Shut the fuck up, man.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Well, well,
look who's back.

Hold on.
Slow down, now.

You weren't very nice
to me back there.

But now you can
make up for it.

Seriously?

You were thinking about hitting
a United States Marine?

- Get off of me!
- You better learn how to throw

- a better punch than that, little girl.
- Fuckin' bitch.

- I'll teach you to shove--
- Oh, God!

Who the fuck are you?

I'd tell you, but you
wouldn't remember anyway.

Hi.

Thank you.

Don't thank me yet.

- What is that?
- This?

It's chloroform.

This better be good.

- What are you doing?
- She's important to him.

Besides, he owes us
a lot more money

than what
we'll ask him for.

George Hunter
is gunning for you.

You need a win to keep
this council quiet.

She just brings Proctor
to the table.

Hey!
Can I help you?

Where is she?

- What are you talking about?
- Rebecca-- I'm talking about Rebecca.

- Where is she?
- Hey, you're gonna want to back off right now.

I haven't seen her.

Well, she didn't
come home last night.

Have you tried
calling her?

Yeah. Earlier.

Hello, Kai.

- Alex.
- Don't worry about Rebecca.

She's perfectly fine,
for the moment.

- I'm still waiting for my money.
- Put her on the phone now.

Uncle Kai?

- You listening now?
- Yes.

Bring me $156,000 by noon today
and she walks out of here.

I didn't rob
your fuckin' truck.

Well, then, I guess
we'll consider it

a down payment
on the casino you blew up.

Now listen to me.

At some point
in the very near future,

you will be made to understand how
badly you misjudged me today.

And when
that time comes

and you're begging me
for mercy,

I want you to remember
this moment

because this is the moment
you've sealed your fate.

Yeah, okay,
duly noted.

Just bring
my fucking money.

It's Alex Longshadow.
He's taken Rebecca.

I need you to go
get her back.

I have no jurisdiction
on the reservation.

Well, neither do I, but I'll get around
that by going in with an army.

- Is that what you want?
- Why don't you tell me whats going on?

A few weeks ago you told me
you owed me one.

I'm sure you recall
that conversation.

Good.

Then go get her.

Go on.
It's all right.

Go on.

Easy.

I'm sure your uncle
will be here soon.

I'm sure
he will be, too.

I used to see you
at the farmers' market.

Yeah.

- Your family sold pies, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Now you've
left that behind,

moved into another
family business.

Sad, really.

I loved those pies.

Did you help him
do it?

Help him do what?

I think you know
exactly what I mean.

You know, my people
have this myth

about the Thunder Man.

He's reborn once
each generation.

He's got the power
of a god,

prodigious lover,
fiercest warrior.

But outwardly, he looks
like a normal man.

So every man
has to ask himself

whether he might in fact
be the Thunder Man.

And every woman
has to wonder

whether the man
she's with is him.

Some women
live to find him.

Others know that he'll destroy
them if they stay with him.

I believe you think
you found your Thunder Man.

I've got all
the thunder I need.

Is that so...

Amish girl?

Did your uncle
rob my truck?

My uncle sells meat.

Your uncle blew up
my fucking hotel.

If I were you, I'd be
more worried about

what he's going
to do to you.

We'll see about that.

Five more seconds.

And we in.

And by "we,"
I mean you.

You should be
in the kitchen now.

Excuse me, Sheriff,
are you lost?

- Is this the kitchen?
- Yes.

Then no.

Okay, the most isolated
room is the VIP room.

- Where is it?
- Baby, I'm looking at two sets of plans here--

the old casino
and the new one--

and I got
no fucking clue

what's real and what ain't
been built yet.

Best guess?

Take a left
at the end of the hall.

I could be hacking Google
or the Caymans,

but, no, I gotta be
infiltrating Fort Apache.

Hey. BSD.

I need to get in there.

BSD has no jurisdiction
on the rez.

If you're not on the list,
you don't get in.

Yeah. Um...

I could shoot you.

We could shoot
each other.

Ah!

That sounded nasty.

And no dice.

Puns? Really?

- Sorry.
- Okay, cut across the gaming room,

go upstairs.

Ah, shit.

What?

Ah!

What the hell's
going on?

Job.

Baby, come back.

Baby?

Fuck.

Fuck!

Hey!

Seriously.

Sheriff Hood.

Oh, hi.

Hi yourself.

Ah, you think
you know someone, huh?

I know, right?

I'm sorry,
am I missing something?

- We've met before.
- I'm just here for the girl.

Oh. So you're one
of Proctor's lackeys, is that it?

No, no.

If your argument's
with Proctor,

you gotta take it up
with him.

I just get involved when you start
kidnapping young women.

Now cut her loose.

Well, you're in no position
to make demands here.

What, this?

Come on, we both know she's
not gonna shoot me.

I wouldn't be
so sure.

Okay, this is
Kinaho land.

I have no authority to arrest you;
we all know that.

But my guess is she's not gonna
press charges anyway.

So we can chalk
this whole thing up

to one big
misunderstanding.

You let her go now,
this never happened.

- Put the gun down.
- Fuck that.

Nola!

Bye.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Great.

Thanks.

Are you kidding me?

We're not gonna
shoot a sheriff.

It was a bad idea
to begin with.

I'm done
sending messages.

It's time to take
a more direct approach.

You came for me.
Thank you.

Don't mention it.

You're bleeding.

It's fine.
It's just a scrape.

- Here--
- I said it's fine.

Rebecca.

I know this is
a hard time for you,

but your uncle,

he's not a good man.

You shouldn't be
living there.

Well, then,
let me live with you.

I'm not a good man
either.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm gonna go get
something to eat.

So how did it go?

Piece of cake.

Well, thank you.
I do appreciate it.

Like you said,
I owed you one.

Sheriff...

you never did ask me
if I robbed that truck.

I guess I figured
it wasn't your style.

No, it's not.

This is nice.

- I got you something.
- Alex.

It's stunning.

What do you think?

You look beautiful.

Proctor, what the fuck?

Hello, Alex.

You come here to my home?
Are you crazy?

Yeah, your security personnel
weren't very effective.

You may want to talk to them
when they wake up.

This is very romantic.

Get the fuck
out of here.

Don't worry.
Just be a minute.

What the fuck is this?

You go near my niece again
and it won't be cow's blood.

It will be the blood
of your family.

Every single one of them
I can get my hands on.

I'll fucking drown you
in their blood.

I'm not even
going to ask.

Figured I'll be
seeing you tomorrow.

Yeah, well, there's not much
of a difference

between my motel room
and a cell,

so I figured I'd get a drink
while I still could.

It's 30 days.

That's not long enough
for the walls

to start fucking
with your head, okay?

Anyone messes with you,

you don't engage.

You keep to yourself,
do quiet time.

It's not prison
I'm worried about.

That'll all
work itself out.

You just have to
give them time.

You should
get some sleep.

We got a long drive
tomorrow.

Yeah.

You Okay?

This is all on me.

She's going to jail
'cause of me.

You did 15 years
for her.

It doesn't
make it right.

Look, I think
you didn't consider

what would happen to her
when you set up shop here,

but no one does
a stretch like you did

without making some mistakes
when they first come out.

Now you tell me.

No, I think
I told you then.

Listen, you can
sit here and get drunk

while you dissect everything
you've gone through.

We're ex-cons.
It's what we do.

But at some point
or another,

there's only one question
really worth asking yourself--

what are you
going to do now?

Hey.

You remember
what I said.

Quiet time.

I know.

Back it up.

Rehall, let's go.

- Move it, huh?
- Rowe, against the fence.

Bye-bye!

Look at this bitch.

Fuckin' Malibu Barbie
coming to do time.

Backtracking, huh?

You got
some attitude, bitch?

Come on, Squirrel.
We're gonna be late.

- I'm doing my hair.
- Do it faster.

Relax. Breece. The restaurant isn't
gonna run out of food.

Don't you fucking
tell me to relax!

Please, Breece...

Hey, Squirrel.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I just thought, you know,
I'd make you dinner,

like I used to.

You can't just
come into my house.

Remember our
Friday nights like this?

I'd cook and then we'd dance
right in the kitchen.

I thought
you weren't drinking.

It's just a beer, baby.

Come on.
One more dance, come on.

- No. No.
- Come on!

Get the fuck
out of my house!

Careful, now.

I'm trying to be
gracious here,

to make amends.

I said get the fuck
out of my house.

Now!

You're gonna shoot me,
Squirrel? Hmm?

Huh?

Is that it?

Jesus! What the fuck, Siobhan?!

The next one's
going in your gut.

Big fucking cop now, huh?

Want your fucking hair
all perfect?

- Well, there you go.
- Ow!

Well, go on, then.

God!

Shoot me.

Breece-- Ow! God!

- Breece!
- Shoot me. Hmm?

Fucking do it, you fucking cunt!

No!

Don't!

- Come on!
- No, no!

No, Breece, please!

Come on!

- Hey, Alma, what's up?
- I'm a little worried about Siobhan.

She was supposed to show up for
the night shift an hour ago.

- You tried her cell?
- I tried her everywhere.

I was getting ready to call one of the
other deputies to swing by her place.

No. No, that's fine.
I'll go.

Siobhan.

What's up, boss?

You expecting
someone else?

I wasn't
expecting anyone.

You want to
talk about it?

Not really.

Okay.

Then just tell me
where he's staying.

He's at the motor lodge.

It's right near
his cousin's place.

Fuckin'
Dream House Barbie.

Oh, that's so good.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, harder.

Wow.

You got a fuckin'
problem, Barbie?

No.

Look who came
to apologize.

Ah!

Come on.

Come on!

So...

it turns out
Breece isn't staying

at the motor lodge
after all.

Sorry. My bad.

I already called
for an ambulance.

Yeah, I heard.

You hurt?

I'm good.

I know I'll lose
my badge for this.

I'm On probation,
for fuck's sake.

Go home.

I'll clean this up.

He'll tell 'em
it was me.

Yeah, I'll have
a talk with him.

He won't stick around.

- Are you sure about this?
- Yeah.

Go home.

You know,
for the last four years,

there wasn't a day
that I didn't imagine

some version of this
playing out.

How does it feel?

Better
than I imagined.

Yeah.

Thanks, boss.

Don't mention it.

Thanks.

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