Banshee (2013–2016): Season 4, Episode 1 - Something Out of the Bible - full transcript

This is Brock.

There's an old
hunting cabin up here.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Copy.

Do you want to wait for backup?

Negative.
Looks abandoned.

Holy shit.

Hood.

4x01 - Something Out of the Bible

How'd you find me?

I didn't. I mean, I
wasn't looking for you.



I thought you were gone.

Hey, you want to do me a favor and
point that thing somewhere else, okay?

Holy hell.

Haven't seen you in two years.

And all that time you've
been living up in this cabin

like some kind of
mountain man or something?

- Is there anybody here with you?
- No.

Then I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

- No.
- I'm not asking.

- Sheriff Lotus.
- That's right.

- How does that feel?
- Like a hemorrhoid.

You want to tell me
what this is about?

I'll tell you down at the station.

- You mean the Cadi?
- No. No, I don't.



What do you think?
Bulletproof glass.

One-and-a-half-
inch-thick polycarb.

Thought you'd like that.

Scott, I need those fingerprint
results as soon as you get them.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

I need to know about
the press conference.

Bunker, you remember Mr. Hood?

Deputy Nina Cruz.

Billy Raven moved on.
He's the new chief of the Kinaho PD.

- Sheriff.
- Helen, any messages?

On your desk.

- Oh, the FBI?
- Not yet.

- Nice office.
- Yes, it is.

Can I get you something to drink?

I got water, coffee.
I've got this espresso machine here.

Have a seat.

First of all, you should know

when I went up there today,

you were the last person
I expected to find.

Were you in that cabin
two nights ago?

Yes.

- Anybody with you?
- No. Who's dead?

Who is that?

Rebecca.

Her body was found
yesterday near the river.

That's not where she was killed,

but that's where
the body was dumped.

Jesus.

This is the third murder of its
kind that we've had this year.

- You call the FBI?
- Yeah.

I called them after the second one

and they sent some little shit up here

and he looked through our
files and took some notes

and then he ran back to Quantico

as fast as his little $60
loafers could take him.

Told me to call back
if a third body turned up.

So maybe now they'll give a shit.

So what does this
have to do with me?

When was the last time
you saw Rebecca?

I haven't seen anyone...
for about 18 months.

And yet, it's the weird part,

the last coordinates on her car's GPS

brought me up
to your cabin today.

- You didn't see her?
- Nope.

Any idea why she'd come
looking for you?

How the hell she'd even know
you were up there, Hood?

I'm just trying to put this together.

- It's her uncle's land.
- It's what?

- It's her uncle's land.
- You're living on Proctor's land?

- He doesn't know.
- What happened to you, Hood?

I retired.

We found trace blood
that didn't match Rebecca's.

I'm gonna need you to voluntarily

submit a blood sample
so we can rule you out.

You think I'm a fucking
serial killer now?

Have you seen yourself lately, Hood?

You're living up in the woods.
You look like the Unabomber.

- Yes, you can have my blood.
- Oh, and, Hood...

if there's anything else you
want to tell me, now's the time.

You should be looking at Proctor.

Yeah, well, these days that's a
little more complicated. He's...

Yeah?

- Press conference is about to start.
- Oh, shit, yeah, yeah.

- Okay.
- Sheriff Hood.

He's not the sheriff.

Listen, I'll have Deputy Cruz
come up and take your blood

and then she'll give you a lift back.

Take care of yourself.

And you are?

- Is there something wrong?
- Sorry, you just...

you reminded me
of someone for a moment.

Mmm, the deputy who got killed?

Indian gangbanger broke her neck?

I think I like you better
when you don't talk.

Sir. Sir.

It's time.

Mr. Mayor, this is the third
murder of a young woman this year.

Is this a serial killer?

Is it true that
the latest victim was your niece?

Mr. Mayor, why are
the police reports being withheld?

Here's what we know.

Here's what we know.

Yesterday the body
of Rebecca Bowman

was found near the mouth
of the Dellwood Basin.

She was murdered. And while the
police can't say for certain,

there are definitely
similarities between this case

and the murders
of two other young women

that occurred over the last year.

The Banshee Sheriff's
Department has notified the FBI

and agents are en route to
assist in the investigation.

And to answer your question,
yes, Rebecca was my niece.

And, yes, you can rest assured
that neither I nor Sheriff Lotus

and the members of his
department will rest

until we have found this
sick, twisted bastard.

_

- So this is it?
- Yes, this is it.

- It's beautiful.
- I'm going to be mayor

and you're taking on more of
a leadership role in the business.

I just figured we'd need
something a bit more secure.

Do you like it?

I love it.

- Get out.
- What's going on?

DA dismissed the charges.
You're free to go.

You're fucking with us.

You got 10 seconds before
I close that door again.

I knew that arrest was bullshit.

What was it this time?

Physical evidence.

They practically
strangled that old man.

I know.
DA's a real piece of work.

He's a puppet.
Proctor's got his hand up his ass.

But that's a talk for another time.
The walls have ears.

Hey, thanks a lot, Officer.
Have a nice evening.

There's always some part
of me that's thinking about him.

How he looked when he died.

How he looked at me.

There are days
when that look haunts me

so badly I can barely breathe.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at this.

And then there are
days when I can distract myself.

You lost, honey?

Where I can shut off all the noise.

Maybe we can help you find
your way.

Oh, I hope so.

And just do what I have to do.

Those are the good days.

So you tough guys like
beating up on people, huh?

It wasn't us.
They let us go.

Well, they shouldn't have.

There's always that
moment when I just wake up

where I think I'm still there,

still back there in our old house.

And when I roll over, Gordon
will be there lying next to me.

And then I'll hear the kids
stirring in their rooms.

- So how do you handle it?
- I exercise.

I eat something.
I start working on the house.

How's the house coming along?

There's something
about working with my hands

that gives me peace.

- What else gives you peace?
- Not much.

Do you find our sessions helpful?

I'm here because it's court-mandated.
No offense.

None taken.
If I vouch for your competency

to parent your children today,
would you come back?

If I said yes, would you do that?

That's not really how it works.

They had no right
to take my kids away.

- You violated the terms of your probation.
- I was abducted.

The military investigation cleared us.

Any association with
the criminal element

- was enough for social services...
- I know.

I know.

_

How many times are you
gonna ruin our lives?

From now on, you're just the
asshole who knocked up my mom.

Please.

What are you doing here?

The manager told me our
former sheriff was on a bender.

Trashing the room.

Playing with guns.

- How is that your business?
- It's my uncle's motel.

Just leave me alone, would you?

Get the fuck out of here! Go!

- Please go.
- You can't stay here.

Let me take you
back to your place.

No, I can't live there anymore.

There's ghosts.

Hm. Even before you wrecked it,
this dump is nowhere to live.

Come on.
Let's go for a ride.

It's an old hunting cabin.

Hasn't been used in years,
but the water still runs.

- Whose is it?
- Who do you think?

You really think your
uncle is gonna let me stay here?

He won't know.

How do you like it?

- Yeah.
- I thought you would.

No ghosts.

- Does this hurt?
- Not anymore.

I hate that they did this to you.

I had been meaning to get
that tattoo removed anyway.

Just wish it could always be like this.

Maybe one day.

You okay?

No.

Hang on right there.
He'll be with you in a moment.

- Hey!
- You fuck.

We have a strict agreement
with the Redbones.

You keep your business
on the reservation

and we keep ours off it.

You are in breach of that agreement.

Yeah?

I just got to work, for fuck's sake.
Who's there?

Shit.

No. Okay.
Don't do a fucking thing.

I'm coming back to town.

Well, you can ask him yourself.

Things are going fantastic over here.

This time you're buying.
Okay.

All right, all right, all right. Great.
Say hi to Carol for me.

Hey there, Calvin.
What can I do you for?

I'm not feeling great.
I'm gonna need to go home.

- You look fine.
- I've got a stomach bug.

I thought I could make it
through the day, but I can't.

You're handling the
triquarterlies, aren't you?

- Mm-hmm.
- They done?

- Not yet, no.
- Kind of need those done today.

Well, I can take them
home with me

and I'll have them done for
you first thing tomorrow.

We were late with them last
quarter, too, weren't we?

I don't think so, no.

I think we were, Calvin.

Gook motherfucker!

I'll have those to you
first thing tomorrow.

- What the fuck is he doing here?
- We came in and found

him here with this motherfucker
already in the vise.

He was dealing in our territory.

The territory you and your...
men are charged with protecting.

- I brought him here as a courtesy.
- Mm-hmm.

So my tax dollars aren't enough
for you and your little tribe, huh?

Now you fuckers are going
to encroach on my business?

Fuck you.

I don't think so.

We pay for your houses...

...for your damn reservations,

for your school,
and your health care,

even when all of you were getting
rich off your fucking casinos, right?

This country has lost its spine.

The politicians are giving it
away to the mutts and the mongrels

while good, pure-blooded
Americans go hungry.

This isn't a nation anymore.
It's a fucking soup kitchen!

And you know what?

We're all out of fucking soup!

Thanks for the heads up.

You can tell Proctor that
we've got it under control.

Don't use his name
in front of outsiders.

Him?

Yeah, I don't think he's
paying too much attention.

You don't want me
to come back here.

Hey, Sugar.

You disappear
for a year and a half...

you show up here looking like...

something out of the Bible,

and all you got to say for yourself is
"Hey, Sugar"?

How you been?

Small talk?
Seriously?

Somebody killed
Rebecca Bowman.

I know that.

Everybody around here
knows that.

Now why do you know that?

Well...
I guess I'm a suspect.

- Did you do it?
- No.

Look, it's a fair question.
I mean, look at yourself.

Where the hell have you been?

I had to disappear for a while.
Clear my head.

You clear your head for a few days.
A week maybe.

For you, maybe even a month.

But you, you went AWOL

and you forgot about your
friends and you forgot about...

I didn't forget about Job.

How the fuck was hiding
away gonna help him?

You here for your money?

No.
But I do need a car.

Only thing I bought.

Figured it might come in handy
if I ever needed a quick exit.

- So what happens now?
- I don't know.

- But something, right?
- Yeah.

Something.

Remember, Hood, you're
not the sheriff anymore.

I never was.

You know what I mean!

What'd the other guy look like?

Ha ha.
Very fucking funny.

Actually, I wasn't kidding.

What did he look like?

He looked like a fucking asshole

smashing the shit
out of my hands.

The guy stuck around long
enough to walk all over your face

- and you didn't even get a look?
- It was dark.

Don't worry.
I got time.

You're back.

I'm sorry about Rebecca.

What does this have to do with you?

- Nothing.
- And yet here you are.

Is there anything
I should know?

Your uncle, he's not a good man.

- Well, then let me live with you.
- I'm not a good man either.

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

You think I had anything
to do with my niece's death?

You may not have killed her, but
you sure as shit got her killed.

As soon as you took her in,
it was only a matter of time.

Yeah.
You may be right.

I'm gonna find that son of a bitch.

But as a mayor, I'm somewhat hampered
in my ability to clarify matters.

How'd you pull that off?

- I ran unopposed.
- Of course.

Where would you start?

The foothills.
The Boedickers.

I heard they got burned down.

It's true, but Aaron
Boedicker is still alive.

You guys, you did see the
yellow tape here, right?

- Sheriff.
- It's fine.

Our work is done here.

- You following me, Brock?
- Me? No.

- That's what deputies are for.
- Is Hood a suspect?

Well, if he was, you'd be the
first to know it, wouldn't you?

No, Mr. Hood is a person
of interest in this case,

which is something
you two have in common.

- Be careful, Sheriff.
- I always am, Mr. Mayor.

Just like old times, huh?
Except no one's bleeding.

Yet.

Hey, Kurt.

Come on, bro. How long you
gonna keep this up, man?

Huh?

I saved your fucking life, Kurt.
What do you think Watts would have done?

He would have had you executed.

I took action before he
could order it, that's it.

I was in the burn unit
for two months!

I know and I'm sorry,

but you put me in
an impossible situation

and I had to prove
my loyalty to the cause.

You know that.

Just come for dinner, man.

Maggie would really
love to see you.

And we can work this out.

Brothers before Brotherhood,
that's what you always said.

- You're not my brother.
- What?

What the fuck did you
just say to me?

I'm the only thing standing
between them and you, asshole.

You better fucking remember that!

- Hey, Carrie.
- Hey, Brock.

Wow, place is really
starting to come together.

- Thanks.
- No, looks good.

How are the kids doing?

Oh, you know. Gordon's
parents are driving them crazy.

Something on your mind, Brock?

Listen, Carrie, I don't
know if you've heard, but...

Hood is back.

Guess you haven't heard.

He's been living up in
the foothills in a cabin.

He... he looks rough.

Just thought you'd want to know.

Yeah. Call me if you
need anything, all right?

Okay.

- Have a good day.
- Thanks.

_

Lewis, is everything okay?
Lewis, come in.

Don't fucking move.

- Something funny?
- Wait for it.

Uh-uh.

Drop it!

- You...
- Me.

Long time, huh?

Why don't you take a seat?

You finally tracked me down
after all these years.

- Who are you?
- My name is Dalton.

- Are you military?
- I was.

But now I recruit men like you.

I develop them for an elite unit.

What unit?
What branch?

Exactly.

So...

- this is revenge?
- Revenge?

Not really.

- Where's Job?
- How the fuck would I know?

No, no, no, no.
You know how this works.

You taught me.
Elbows, insteps, knees.

I can keep you alive
for fucking days.

I know, which is why if I knew
something, I would tell you.

- Bullshit.
- I didn't take him.

But the man who did knew
I would want him.

I paid him his price
and he handed over Job.

- Then what?
- I turned him in.

I cleaned my slate
with the powers that be.

- And who are they?
- Oh, come on.

Don't be a fucking idiot.
You know how this works.

Faces without names,
names without faces.

Yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead, shoot my other knee.

Go ahead. You know that it
won't change what I'm saying.

I have no idea
where they took him.

No, but you can find him.
Black sites, ghost detention centers.

You have access to those files.

Not anymore. After the
congressional hearings,

they closed the loop
and I'm not in it.

Bullshit.
You are the fucking loop.

I was.
That was 20 years ago.

Things change.

Why are we even having
this conversation?

- You know that Job is already dead.
- No, he has intelligence.

- He's a valuable asset.
- His intelligence was 20 years old.

He was a fucking trophy grab.

- He was a head on somebody's wall.
- Whose wall?

Doesn't matter.

The man's dead.

You know it and I know it.

We got to go.
We got to go now!

I guess I'm still in certain loops.

Go, go, go.

Did he come to see you?

Yes.

But he's not the man
that left that night.

- Not anymore.
- Well, did he say where he's been?

- No.
- Did he say anything?

You thought he might
have a lead on Job?

Look, the day he left,

that was the day you needed
to stop looking to him

for any answers.

You think Job's still alive?

I don't know.
Sometimes I hope he isn't.

- Why?
- Because if he is,

it makes us even bigger
assholes than we already are.

- So you got nothing.
- Nothing.

Either he didn't know
or he wouldn't say.

- He didn't know.
- I guess we'll never know now.

- Did you really have to kill him?
- He didn't know.

Okay.
What's our next play?

We don't have one.

It's over.

No.
We don't just give up.

- We have no choice.
- So what?

- You're done?
- We got nothing.

- So we find something.
- We've got nothing!

- I can't just leave him for dead.
- Do you think I want to?!

Don't you think I'd do anything?

Dalton was right.

He was right.

Job was dead from the
moment he handed him over.

- Where the hell are you going?
- He's dead.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Daddy!

What's up, little man?

- Where's your mommy?
- Upstairs.

Yeah?
Babe, I'm home.

Coming.

Whew.
God, you got bigger.

What do you weigh,
like 1,000 pounds?

- No.
- What, are you, like 10 feet tall?

- No.
- Okay, maybe tomorrow.

- Hi.
- Hi. You're home early.

Yeah, we finished
the triquarterlies today.

The slope gave
everybody the day off.

Nice.

It smells really good in here.

It's just a pot roast
and some soup.

Hmm.

- You want to go shoot some hoops?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Maybe we'll go play

and Mommy will let us
know when dinner's ready?

Don't beat me like you did
last time, though, okay?

- Will you take it easy on your old man?
- I will.

I'm pretty sure
I'm gonna beat you, though.

I love you.

- Where would you start?
- The foothills. The Boedickers.

I heard they got burned down.

Aaron Boedicker is still alive.

Hey, Boedicker.

Remember me?

- Where were you four nights ago?
- Fuck you.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

I don't know what
the fuck you want,

but I'm not telling you shit.

You took my fucking hand.

Rebecca Bowman
got killed four days ago.

Fucking bitch had it coming.

Yeah, see, when you
say things like that,

that makes me think you
had something to do with it.

Oh, you can torture me all
you want, you fucking sadist,

but I'm only gonna
tell you two things.

I didn't kill her

and I don't give a shit she's dead.

Yeah, you do know something.

Oh, I know a lot of things.

You know how a guy with
no hands wipes his ass?

Alright. I've...
I've got a nephew.

Eljay.
Thinks he's some kind of rock star.

He was fucking her for a while.

- Where do I find him?
- I don't know where he stays,

but he plays nights at this
shithole called Snake Eyes.

It's off the connector.

I find out you're lying to me...

I come back for the other hand.

You're not welcome around here.

I better get going, then.

- You're not going anywhere.
- Want to bet?

Looks like you're gonna
end up full of holes.

Not before I put one
big fucking hole in you.

- Okay, let's break it up.
- God damn it.

Now.

Most cops know better
than to come into the hills.

Most assholes know better
than to talk back to me.

Something makes me think
if I start looking,

I'm gonna find a lot of
outstanding warrants standing here.

So you are following me around.

Yeah, I thought that was
obvious by the way I pulled up

right at the nick of time
to save your ass.

- What are you doing here, Hood?
- Just visiting an old friend.

I'm guessing
you're working an angle.

That Rebecca was killed
by one of her uncle's enemies.

I'm not working any angles.

You're the sheriff now.
This is your fucking mess.

Yeah, and you're still a
person of interest in this mess.

Does that mean you're gonna
follow me all fucking day?

Yeah, well,
believe it or not, Hood,

- I've got better things to do with my time.
- Good.

And you're welcome, by the way!

_

♪ The streets are littered
with our filth ♪

♪ But we trudge through it
all the same ♪

♪ There are no more innocents ♪

♪ We're all guilty in every way ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Toss more bodies
on the piles ♪

♪ Simple and hideous
while the sun fell ♪

♪ Wishing we could all stay ♪

♪ To get the green
you have to have the Grey ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ There's no way ♪

♪ There's no way ♪

♪ There's no way! ♪