Banshee (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 5 - Tribal - full transcript

( music playing )

Siobhan:
What are you
thinking about?

I was thinking
about something

someone said to me
the other day.

I mean, you get used
to a certain way of being.

And...

you think we are
who we are

or you think
we can change?

What, you mean
people like you?

Well, me, you,
people in general.

Siobhan:
I don't know if anyone
ever changes, really,



but we can evolve, right?

I mean, that's what
we're trying to do,
isn't it?

Just become
better versions
of ourselves.

( gunfire )

Get down!

Get down!

( women screaming )

Hood!

( clicking )

( theme music playing )

- ( moaning )
- Shh.

Medicine will help
the pain.

( moaning )

( labored breathing )



Kai.

Forgive me, Kai.

If I had only
been stronger,

I could have saved you.

Could have saved us both.

Kai, where are you?
It's Emily.

You need
to come home now.

( gunfire )

Stay down.

- Where are you going?
- Can't let them get inside.

Alma, you good?

I think so.

All right,
stay down.

( gunshots )

( shouting )

( shouts )

( gasping )

Alma, get on
the radio.

Radio's fried.

Try the landline.

( panting )

The phones are dead.

And they're
jamming cells, too.
Keep trying.

- Hood! Hood!
- ( woman coughing )

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Raven?
- All good.

- Brock: Good.
- Everyone else okay?

- All: Yeah.
- Okay?

- Siobhan, you okay?
- I'm okay.

Brock:
No blood.
No blood.

You okay?

( groans )

I-- I understand that
my physical appearance
may be unsettling, but...

never mind.

Who the hell was that?

I thought
he was with you.

- Sheriff, get me out.
- Shut the fuck up.

Man:
Lock and load
and regroup.

Next one, move!

- Man #2: Gather the weapons.
- ( car doors closing )

- Brock.
- See if we can get
you some water. Yeah?

Get me out of this
goddamn cage right now!

Shut up, Proctor.

If you haven't noticed,
we got a bit of a situation.

I have no cover in here!

You've got
the same cover
we all have.

If I wanted to get in here,
those gates wouldn't stop me.

Well, it's a good thing
you're already in here.

Hey, it's the Redbones.

They're spread out
in the parking lot
and across the street.

We just need to hold
them off till the state
police get here.

No, they're not coming.
Phones are down.

- Cells, too?
- Yeah.

Oh, shit.

All right,
so we're basically
on our own

against a homicidal maniac
and a dozen thugs armed
like a platoon.

- That about sums it up.
- What the fuck do they want?

I don't know,
but whatever it is,
we're not gonna like it.

They want me.
I killed Tommy.

I don't give a fuck
what Chayton wants.
He's not getting it.

Raven, Siobhan,
get these civilians
down to the basement.

Okay, folks.
Come with us.

We're gonna take you
someplace safe.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What the hell's
going on out there?

I'm guessing
these gates threw 'em

and they're regrouping,
figuring out their next move.

What's our next move?

( gunfire )

I don't know how long
those gates are gonna last.
We need more firepower.

Go down to the armory,
get everything you can.

Is this enough?
I hope you don't mind,

Sheriff; I took
some initiative.

Figured there was
no time to waste.

You're the guy who gave me
your resume, right?

Dade County
Sheriff's Department.

Yes, sir.
Kurt Bunker.

How the hell
did you get into
our gun locker, Bunker?

I smashed the lock.

- You're hired.
- What?

- Thank you, sir.
- Get those guns
handed out.

- Serious-- Hood.
- What?

- What about Mr. Proctor?
- What about him?

Keeping him in
that cell's a violation
of his civil liberties.

Couldn't happen
to a nicer guy.

- Sheriff, are you gonna
let him out or not?
- Not.

Okay, so the sheriff
is willfully endangering
the life of my client.

You're an officer
of the court.
Do something.

This is a war zone,
Counselor.

Due process
just got blown up.

Hey, Sperling,
I got an idea.

Why don't you go down
to the basement?

I'm not fucking going
anywhere without Mr. Proctor.

Okay, Bunker,
give him a gun.

What? Why?

Time to make
yourself useful.

I don't know how
to shoot that thing.

Well, neither do I,
but it's not gonna stop me.

Ma'am, that gun
packs a powerful kick.

Are you gonna stand there
like a total misogynist
and patronize me,

or are you gonna show me
how to shoot the damn thing?

Thank you.
I just felt married again.
All right, here we go.

Magazine goes
right in here,
all right?

Make sure
the safety is off.

One in the chamber.
And just point, squeeze.

Repeat as necessary.
Hood, the basement.

What about it?

The exterior doors
don't have gates on them.

Bunker, through the range
down the stairs.

I'm on it.
Sir.

Alison, you go
with him.

I'm not going anywhere
with that guy.

With all due
respect, ma'am,

I understand
my physical appearance
may be alarming--

Save it.
I've known men like you.

I know everything
about you.

Hey, you wanted
to help people.

There's people down there
who need your help.

Then let the Nazi
calm them down.

I'm asking you.

Fine.

But keep your distance.

And I am new with
this thing, so it might
just accidently go off.

( sighs )
Fair enough?

Yes, sir.

Citizens are secured
in the basement.

What do we do now?

All right, spread out,
settle in.

You shoot anything
that comes through
those gates.

Chayton:
Hood!

Hood!

I'm listening.

You've got Billy Raven
and Proctor in there.

Send them both out
with Nas and Tate,

and we'll spare
the rest of you.

Let me think about it.

You got two minutes.

Sheriff, you are not
seriously considering

handing Mr. Proctor over
to that psychopath?

Relax, Jackson.

I'm sure the sheriff
hasn't forgotten a night

much like this one
where he would have died
if not for my intervention.

Huh, Sheriff?

Hey, Chayton.

- Can't do it.
- You won't get
another chance.

Is that right?

Tell you what.

You leave now,
I let you live.

We are coming
in there, cop.

Maybe,
but if you do,

more Redbones
are gonna die.

Wasn't your
little brother enough?

Shut your mouth,
white boy.

You know, you really
should have protected
him more.

I'm gonna make you suffer.

Hey, Chayton.

Fuck off.

( grunting )

( metal clanging )

If those gates come down,
we won't last long.

How much ammo
we got left?

( sighs )
Not enough.

Sheriff, let me
talk to Chayton.

( sighs )
He doesn't want
to talk to you, Billy.

- He wants to kill you.
- I could end this.

Lucas:
What, by sacrificing
yourself?

- It's tribal justice.
- No, bullshit is what it is.

We go down,
we go down together.

Brock:
Well, this sucks.

- Who needs a light? Siobhan?
- I got one in my drawer.

- Brock: Billy? You got it?
- Raven: Got it.

- Hey, Brock!
- Here, take it. Go.

Where's
the emergency lights?

- We don't have
emergency lights.
- Lucas: Perfect.

- Brock: Fuck. Stay down.
- Siobhan: Shit.

You're wasting your time.

At some point
Chayton is gonna wise up

and he's gonna pull
those gates off the hinges.

And then he's gonna
eat you alive.

I could always send you
out there as an appetizer.

Yeah.

Well, I'd rather fight
for my life out there

than wait in the dark
to die like the rest of you.

He's got a point.

- Brock: Hood, listen.
- Yeah?

There's a backup
generator in the basement.

Won't power everything,
but it'll buy us some light.

- I'll go.
- Okay.

( door closes )

- Who's there?
- Siobhan.

Alison:
They took out the lights.

They're trying to mess
with our heads.

Well, it's working.

All right, listen.
Someone heard that gunfire.

Okay? So the state police,
they're on the way.

Till they get here,
I need you to hang tight.
Can you do that?

Good.

Siobhan, take care
of that generator.

All quiet?

So far, sir.

You always so polite?

Only when I'm nervous.

- Hang in there, Bunker.
- Yes, sir.

( sloshes )

- Oh, shit.
- Out of gas?

Almost.
Here, hold this.

( sputtering )

( grunts )
God damn it.

- Here, let me try.
- No, I got it.

- Come on.
- I said I got it!

( sputters )

This fucking day
just keeps getting worse.

How do you
think I feel?

I was about to retire.

You're an asshole.

Yeah.

You don't even know
what you're doing here.

You're not even a cop.

No, I'm not.

Then why the fuck
are we all listening
to you?

You know what?

You're right.

But I've been
in tighter spots
than this

and I'm still here.

So I need you
to trust me.

Ha! Do you have any idea
how ridiculous that sounds?

Yes.

I don't want
to die tonight.

You're not going to.

We're all walking
out of this together.

Let's try it again.

( humming )

Brock:
Oh, thank God.

This isn't the first time
this has happened, you know?

I mean, one army
of guys with machine guns
would be bad enough.

But two?
I mean, that's just...

Bad luck?

No, it's something else.

- Jesus. Hey.
- Hey.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

It's so quiet in here.

You think they left?

Chayton's not
going anywhere.

Not till he gets
what he wants.

No, they'll make
a move soon.

- Wish I had--
- ( gunfire )

( shouting )

( grunts )

( shouting )

Sperling!

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm getting my client
out of harm's way.

Give me the keys,
Jackson.

- Blow me.
- Get down!

- Shit!
- Give me the fucking
keys, Jackson.

- Fuck off, Alison.
- Give me the fucking keys!

( screaming )

( gasping )

( coughing, choking )

( coughing )

( gunshot )

- ( gasping )
- Al! Al!

Hey, hey.
Come on. Come on.

( coughing )

Where's Raven?

- Brock, where's Raven?
- In there.

- Raven!
- Yeah?

Cover me!

- Down! Down!
- Come on, move!
Take cover!

Let's get this hole
covered up.

Where's Proctor?

Apparently his lawyer
got him an early release.

- What?
- Help me. Help me.

- Come on.
- ( coughing )

Those aren't gonna
hold them off for long.

- No, but it's
better than nothing.
- ( car engine starts )

- ( engine revving )
- ( chains clanking )

- What is that?
- I don't know.
Stay here.

Hook it up.

Let's do it.
( pounds car )

( tires squealing )

- ( tires squealing )
- ( gate rattling )

We gonna have a problem?

No, not tonight.

( Leah speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

( Leah speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

And lead us not
into temptation.

( speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

Emily:
But deliver us from evil.

( Leah speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

Emily:
Thine is the kingdom.

( speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

The power
and the glory.

( speaking
Pennsylvania Dutch )

Forever and ever.

Amen.

- ( gate rattling )
- ( tires squealing )

Go! Go!

( men shout )

- Man: Stand clear!
- Man #2: Move! Move!

Man #3:
Put it out!

I can feel you
looking at me.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
Don't worry about it.

I'm not who
you think I am.

Oh, really?
Right.

- I guess
you've changed.
- Yes.

People don't change.

When I was 16,
I watched my father
beaten into a coma

by two men who looked
just like you.

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

To watch your father
helpless and bleeding,

begging two thugs to spare
his only daughter.

They didn't.

You know, spare me.

So tell me, Bunker,

what fills a man
with so much hate

that he has to permanently
paint it all over his body?

Announce to the world
that he hates something
that much?

My father was
the biggest man
I ever knew.

He beat me a lot
when I was a kid,

so I stayed away from home
as much as possible.

I had a stutter,
a really bad one,

so I didn't
talk much either.

There was this guy
in our neighborhood, Tank.

Big and badass
and covered in tattoos.

And every time he saw me,
he would sit me down

and buy me a soda.

Tell me that I had the power
to change things.

Introduced me
to his buddies.

They were the only people

that made me feel
like I mattered.

One day, my father
gave me a black eye.

I don't remember why,
but Tank saw it.

He marched me home,

he grabbed my father
by the throat,

made him apologize.

Made him promise
he would never do it again.

He said, "Your boy

is one of us now."

My father never laid
a hand on me again.

For the first time
in my life,

I had power.

And before
I knew it...

I had become
one of them.

That is no
goddamn excuse.

I know that.

I know that.

( panting )

Drop it, Proctor!

- No, Brock, it's okay.
- The hell it is.

Now drop your weapon.
Drop it!

- Get that fucking gun
out of my face.
- I said drop it!

- I'm on your side!
- Hey, hey, hey!
The fight's out there.

An hour ago, I stopped you
from braining this asshole
with a fucking hammer.

Now you're letting him do
whatever the hell he wants?

- No. No, not in my house.
- It's not your house.

- It is my fucking house!
- Don't you fucking touch me.

( lights humming )

Hey.

You gave
Proctor a goddamn gun.
Are you kidding me?

He had the gun.
I gave him some ammo.

- Why?
- Because we need
all the help we can get.

No, no, no.
I don't want his help.

I don't need his help.
I want that murderer
locked up in a cell.

- That's what I need.
- It was my call
and I made it.

Yeah, of course
it was your call.

You know,
forget the law,
forget the rules.

Just make it up
as you go, huh?

- Hey, just calm down.
- No, fuck that!

People are dying
and any one of us
could be next.

- Listen to me.
- No, you know what?

The fact is you go off
half-cocked whenever
it suits you

and the rest of us
just have to fight
your battles.

Well, I'm done.
I've had it, I'm not
listening to you anymore.

All right, fine.
Give me your fuckin' badge.

My badge?

You know, before you got here,
I did this job by the book.

I put in my time,
I sacrificed my marriage
for this job

because I'm good at it.

I'm good at being a cop.

Being good at killing
people doesn't make you
right for this job.

Is that right?

'Cause you're pretty
fucking good at doing
that, too.

Yeah. Yeah.
I did. I tried.

I tried, Hood.
I tried doing things
your way.

I convinced myself
it was for the best,

but everything you touch
turns to blood.

Get everyone
in the other room now!

Go, go! Get out!
Other room, go!

Go, go, go!

( gunfire )

( groans )

Fuck.

Hey.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, don't
worry about me.
Just cover the door.

Brock's voice:
People are dying.

Everything you touch
turns to blood.

Siobhan:
You don't even know
what you're doing here.

You're not even a cop.

- I'm going out there.
- What the hell are you
talking about?

- Someone's gotta make sure
help is on the way.
- Hood, it's suicide.

He's right,
you'll die out there.
You can barely even stand.

We can't hold them
off forever.

Find another way.

I'll go.

Once we're clear,
I'll call for help.

You won't get clear.
You'll be dead inside
of 30 seconds.

Well, either way
you win, Deputy.

You know what?
You're under arrest,
Proctor.

You don't get to just
walk out this door.

Desperate times.

Right, Sheriff?

Godspeed.

If I don't make it
outta here,

you stay the fuck
away from Rebecca.

Okay.

If I do make it,

you and I have
unfinished business.

Yeah, I know.

Don't forget
to make that call.

( gunfire )

( gunfire stops )

Come on.
Let's go.

Let's block up
this door.

( Leah humming )

( humming continues )

It's not too late, Rebecca.

Leave this house.

Find your own way.

- ( humming )
- Find your own way.

( humming continues )

Raven's covering
the bullpen.

Brock's downstairs
watching the door
with Bunker.

Okay.

You think Proctor
made it?

I do.

What we had...

was any of it real?

All of it.

Are you sure?

How long were you
locked up?

15 years.

Oh, my God.

And then you come here
and Carrie's got Gordon
and the kids.

That's right.

And now?

Would you really
just have walked away?

If that's what you want.

What if it isn't?

Then we leave together.

Do I know
everything about you?

Not yet.

But if you want to...

you will.

Okay.

Start by telling me
your real name.

( lights humming )

( Native American chanting )

Billy.

What the hell
are you doing?

( grunting )

- I'm ending this.
- Get away from there!

I have to do this.

It's the only way.

Chayton.

Raven.

This has to end.

Chayton:
You know what it'll take.

Blood for blood.

I'll give myself up.

You call off your men.

You leave
these people alone.

The time
for negotiating
has passed.

They'll all pay now.

For Christ's sakes.

Haven't you killed
enough people already?

( grunts )

Come on.

Come on, Billy,
we gotta get you
outta here.

( gunfire )

Come on.

Here, hold on.

( gunfire continues )

( groans )

- How bad?
- Just have to stop
the bleeding.

Can he stand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Get him up.
Gotta go to the basement.

( clattering )

Fuck.
Come on,
come on, come on.

No, just go.
Just go, we'll be
right behind you.

- No, come on.
- Just go.

Go.

We'll be okay.

Okay.

( groans )

- I can't control my legs.
- You're going into shock.

- You need to get downstairs.
- I'm not leaving you here.

Siobhan.

Come here.

( gunfire )

I killed Tommy.

It's blood for blood.

Billy, look at me.
Listen.

You saved my life
at the Savoy.

You're not
gonna die for that.

I have no ammo.

Here.

In case I don't
get a chance,

- I just want to say--
- Don't do that.

- Do what?
- What you're about to do.

I was just gonna say

I still think
I would have been
a better sheriff than you.

Yeah,
you're probably right.

( groans )

( cell door opens )

( gasps )

( groans )

( coughs )

- ( grunts )
- ( groans )

( panting )

Should we go after them?

Help yourself.

( choking )

Let her go, Chayton.

I said, let her go.

( groans )

God damn it, you let her
go or I'll blow your
fucking head off!

No. No.

No, no, no, Chayton.
Chayton.

Just stop, okay?

This has got
nothing to do with her.

All right?

Please.

Please.

It's between you and me.

Just let her go.

( groans )

Shh.

- No.
- Please.

- Shh.
- No.

Please.

Shh.

Please. Please.

( cracks )

- ( lights humming )
- ( sirens wailing )

Mutter.

( crying )

Mutter.

God, our Father...

Your power brings us
to birth.

Your providence
guides our lives.

And by Your command,
we return to dust.

Lord, those who die

still live in Your presence.

Their lives change,
but do not end.

I pray and hope
for my family,

relatives, and friends,

and for all the dead
known to You alone.

In company with Christ,

- who died and now lives...
- Siobhan?

...may they all rejoice
in His kingdom,

where all our tears
are wiped away.

Siobhan?

Unite us together again
in one family...

- Hey, hey.
- ...to sing His praise
forever and ever.

Amen.

( whimpering )
Oh, my... oh, my...
oh, my...

( gasping )

( sobbing )

? I'll always love you ?

? And make you happy ?

? If you ?

? Will say the same ?

? But if you leave me ?

? To love another ?

? You'll regret ?

? It all someday. ?

( music playing )

? And you can
dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? You better dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? Dream big
and dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? We need to dance a lot ?

? We need
to dance a lot ?

? Dance in your heart ?

? Dance in your head ?

? Dance into heaven ?

? Dance into dead ?

? You better dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? Give big
and dance a lot ?

? Dream big and dance
a lot ?

? We need to dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? Dream big
and dance a lot ?

? Dream big and dance
a lot ?

? We've got
to dance a lot ?

? Dance a lot ?

? Give hard
and dance a lot ?

? Give hard and dance
a lot ?

? Dream big
and dance a lot. ?

( door slamming )