Banshee (2013–2016): Season 4, Episode 4 - Innocent Might Be a Bit of a Stretch - full transcript
Lucas Hood has been arrested for Rebecca's murder. He tries to convince Sheriff Brock Lotus that he didn't do it to no avail. FBI Violent Crimes Agent Veronica Dawson has come to Banshee to take over the case of the murdered young women. Immediately, she shows that she is not intimidated by Proctor, Lotus, or Hood. Kurt Bunker gives Carrie information about a drug processing factory. She takes a flame thrower to it and destroys the building. Job is still having debilitating nightmares about his incarceration. Randall Watts has been released from prison. He reasserts himself in the lives of his daughter and son-in-law.
[knife clanging]
Woman: Everything was
delicious, sweetie.
Thanks, baby.
So, how was work?
[scoffs] Slow and painful.
Same as always.
Except for when I got
promoted to shift supervisor.
I knew it.
We need to celebrate.
- Do you have anything in mind?
- As a matter of fact...
Go on, get things started.
I'll clean up in here.
- You sure?
- Of course, baby.
[chuckles]
[humming]
[record hissing]
[snapping fingers]
[music playing]
[singing with record]
# I was blue constantly #
♪ Life was no picnic for me ♪
♪ You came along,
cured my blue song ♪
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
[whimpering]
She's a beauty, isn't she?
All right, one second.
♪ I go out of my mind ♪
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
Don't want to make a mess.
[crying] Please.
♪ This heart of mine... ♪
- Please. Please.
- # Even when you hold my hand... #
- Please, don't.
- # There's a thrill... #
- No!
- # More than I can stand #
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
- [whimpering] No!
- # Yes, love #
- # Love really happened to me... #
- Nooo!
[screaming]
[clicking]
[theme music playing]
4x04 - "Innocent Might
Be a Bit of a Stretch"
_
[groans]
- Easy.
- You're welcome for saving your life.
Only after I saved yours.
[sighs]
- What?
- What are you doing here?
I'm trying to help you.
No, that's not what I mean.
- What are you doing?
- What I have to.
No... that's bullshit.
You don't have to live like this.
What am I supposed to do?
Hide away from the world like you?
No, you don't do what I do.
You can leave.
There's a whole world out there.
The life that you're choosing,
it ends one way.
Maybe.
But at least it's my choice.
[sniffles]
Jesus Christ.
I need you to leave.
I need you to go.
- No.
- Get out of...
Don't.
[breathing heavily]
Brock: Did you know that
Rebecca Bowman was pregnant?
You've asked me that
three times already.
And I'm gonna keep asking
it till I'm satisfied.
Did you know?
[sighs] No.
Tell me about your
relationship with Rebecca.
- It wasn't a relationship.
- Then what was it?
Like just friends with benefits
or something until you killed her?
- Fuck you, Brock.
- No, fuck you.
Look, I don't think
you're killing young girls.
But I don't know that you're not.
The only thing I know is
you've been lying to me
since you got to Banshee.
And the lies end here.
When was the last
time you saw her alive?
I don't know.
A while ago.
I need you to be more
specific than that.
I don't keep a fucking diary.
Her car's GPS proves she was at
your cabin the night she was killed.
- Like I told you, I didn't see her.
- Really?
How do you know? I mean, you
don't keep a fucking diary.
[sighs]
I think you did see her that night.
I think she told you she was pregnant.
Knowing you, you probably
didn't take that news too well,
so you argued.
- Maybe it turned violent, physical.
- No.
Why is your blood in her car?
I don't know.
Why don't you ask Proctor?
- I'm asking you.
- Well, I don't remember.
Well, do you remember cutting
the hearts out of these two girls?
Jesus Christ.
Come on, you know me, Brock.
No, see, I don't!
I don't know you.
The only thing I know is that you went off
the deep end when Siobhan was killed.
You snapped and maybe
you're reenacting her death
over and over and over
again like some psychotic...
Jesus, open your fucking eyes, Brock!
This didn't happen in the moment.
Whoever did this shit
took time to plan it! Think!
What, you think I got
them pregnant as well? Huh?
- You fucking know it wasn't me.
- I don't know anything!
Yeah, well, that about sums it up.
[door buzzes]
[door opens]
Ted, Sheryl, and Martin.
How y'all doing this morning?
Have a seat, Mr. Watts.
State your name for the record.
Randall Cody Watts.
Good morning, Mr. Watts.
I'm Commissioner Ted Smith.
I'm joined today by
Commissioner Sheryl Golden
- and Commissioner Martin Davis.
- Yeah, we've all met.
Today is your...
sixth appearance before
this board of parole.
If you say so, Teddy.
I've lost count.
- Sheryl, I see you finally had that baby.
- I did.
I hope you and Mr. Golden
picked out a nice Anglo name.
Ted: Mr. Watts, I suggest you
take this hearing seriously.
What about the kike sitting next to you?
You think she's taking this seriously?
- Mr. Watts!
- Shut the fuck up, Martin.
- Ted: Mr. Watts.
- We all know the drill.
You're going to deny
my parole, then go home
congratulating yourselves on
making the world a safer place.
But what you minimum wage
pencil dicks can't possibly
understand is that however
repulsive you seem to think I am,
that the darkness
swallowing this country whole
and coming for you and
your half-breed families
is a million fucking times worse.
We're done here, Mr. Watts.
Go fuck yourself, Ted.
Oh, and, Sheryl...
you be sure to give little Shoshanna
Golden a big kiss from her Aryan uncle
'cause you know I'm gonna
be thinking about her. [chuckles]
[door closes]
[whimpering]
The pain is only psychological.
[gasping]
[shivering]
[door clangs]
[door closes]
Sheriff's giving you five minutes.
You finally get to
visit me in jail, huh?
Better late than never.
[chuckles]
- I didn't do this.
- I know.
- Do you have any idea who did?
- Not yet.
I don't know if you'll make bail,
but I can use my house
as collateral if you do.
Thanks.
How's Job?
They did a real number on him.
- He'll be okay.
- How about you?
I really need to get
the fuck out of here.
[music]
Hello, Ted.
- [sighs] How is he?
- Innocent and Brock knows it.
Well, the evidence says otherwise
and the sheriff has to follow up.
You got something for me?
I did.
It can wait.
No, I need the distraction.
It's the details of a drug processing
and distribution facility.
- Proctor's?
- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you, Bunker.
- Be careful, Mrs. Hopewell.
[engine starts]
- You just made bail.
- I didn't kill her.
Maybe you did, maybe
you didn't. Either way.
What the hell is this?
Get away from there!
- Proctor, what the hell are you doing?
- I posted the prisoner's bail.
- Bail? This is bullshit.
- Hood is coming with me.
- The hell he is.
- Let him in.
- No.
- Get out of my way, Brock!
- Not gonna happen.
- I'm the fucking mayor!
- And I'm the fucking sheriff!
- Get out of the fucking way.
You give me those keys
or I will shoot you.
Wow.
Everybody is so angry.
- Ma'am, you cannot be back here.
- Why not? Everybody else is.
- Bunker, take this woman up front, please.
- Stay put, Bunker.
Special Agent Veronica Dawson.
Violent Crimes.
Yeah, that always seems to suck
the air right out of the room.
I take it you're Sheriff Lotus.
- And you are?
- Kai Proctor.
Mr. Proctor, I am truly
sorry for your loss.
Let's go, Proctor.
- I got this.
- Get your fucking hands off me!
I got this, Sheriff.
Mr. Proctor, I can only imagine
how frustrated you must be with
how things have been handled.
But this is my investigation now
and while I've got a little
bit of lost time to make up for,
I can assure you I'm a quick study
and I plan to get to
the bottom of things.
Do me a favor, give me some time
to sort things through,
and as soon as I do,
you'll be the first to know.
You have 24 hours.
Then what happens?
What a fun group.
[breathing heavily]
[whimpers]
Shh.
[whimpering]
Do you think she's pretty?
I think he'll be happy.
[whimpering]
Lucas Hood.
Onetime sheriff.
Part-time mountain man.
And now the primary
suspect in three homicides.
It's a hell of a résumé.
Sheriff Lotus told me
you don't talk much.
Well, maybe I just
don't talk to him much.
He also told me about Deputy Kelly.
You two were a couple
at the time of her death?
God, losing a deputy and
a lover in one fell swoop.
That must have been tough.
I've been there.
[sighs]
My husband Paul.
He was leading a tactical operation.
Some low-level terrorist
we could lean on
to get us some bigger fish.
By the book, breach and arrest.
He had the perp facedown
and zip-tied when in walks
the guy's 13-year-old
nephew holding a Glock 9.
Paul could have dropped
him in a heartbeat.
I mean, who can't outshoot a kid, right?
But instead he tried to talk him down.
I guess that kid didn't
feel like talking.
He shot Paul in the neck.
Killed him instantly.
- You've been doing this a while.
- [chuckles] Long enough.
Long enough to know that
the fake husband story
is not gonna work on someone like me.
So either you think I'm an idiot
or you wanted me to call you on it.
What, so that I would
feel like I'm in control?
Seeing as we both know that's not true,
why don't you cut the bullshit
and ask me what you want to ask?
Okay.
Did you kill Rebecca Bowman?
- No.
- Well, that was easy.
I so appreciate your
cooperation, Mr. Hood.
- You're welcome.
- I'm sure we'll meet again.
I'm guessing you don't have
a lot of pals down at the bureau.
- You know a lot about the FBI, do you?
- No, not really.
But I know a little something
about burnouts.
Yeah, I'll bet you do.
[door closes]
He didn't do it.
Really? You decided
that in five minutes?
No, I decided that in about two.
- [scoffs] The evidence...
- The evidence is shit and you know it.
The evidence isn't shit.
It's circumstantial.
I'll cut him loose.
- Not yet.
- Why?
Because the minute we release him,
Hood's gonna try to find
Bowman's killer on his own.
And I'd like
a little bit of a head start.
For the record,
I also knew that your
husband story was bullshit.
Mmm...
[door opens]
[music]
[phone buzzing]
Did you know that Proctor
was in the drug business
- with your old crew?
- What are you talking about?
There are neo-Nazis crawling
all over his warehouse.
How do you know that?
I'm looking at them right now.
Kurt, did you know?
If I knew, I would have
said something to you.
Look, we need to take a step
back and figure things out.
This changes things.
Not for me, it doesn't.
Kurt: Carrie.
Carr...
_
Why didn't you tell me?
I wanted the new
facility to be a surprise.
When will it be operational?
The end of this week,
maybe a little sooner.
We can run double shifts, triple
the output in the first month.
I'll hire a new
foreman to oversee...
Rebecca, the Brotherhood will
be managing this operation.
What?
- Yeah.
- Why?
They can provide the distance
and the insulation I require as mayor.
- This should be mine.
- No, I know.
But you have to trust me on this.
I have something much
bigger planned for you.
[laughs]
Yes, your big plan.
Meanwhile nothing is happening
and you're handing over
our business to Nazis?
I know that's how it looks to you,
but I promise this
- is what's best for us.
- No, this is what's best for you.
And that's all you've
ever really cared about.
I wish you'd stop
treating me like a child.
I will when you stop acting like one.
[scoffs]
When you were my age, you
were already running things.
There was no one holding you back.
There was no one protecting me either.
- I don't need your protection!
- Yes, you do!
- This is a dangerous business.
- I'm fucking dangerous!
You have no idea how dangerous I am.
Carrie: Grandma means well, honey.
I think she's just worried about you.
You're just gonna have
to give her a chance.
[keys jingling]
Well, could you at
least pretend for Max?
'Cause I need you to set
a good example, that's why.
[clattering in distance]
Honey, hold on.
[whispers] Job?
[clattering]
Deva, I'm gonna call you right back.
[clattering]
[metal clanging]
[thumping]
- Fuck, Job!
- Fuck!
I almost shot you!
[gasping]
Imagine my fucking relief.
You shouldn't even be out of bed.
And you shouldn't be storing
your AKs next to your Ann Taylor.
- How'd you get in there?
- It's a motherfucking tumbler.
You got enough firepower
in here to start a war.
Not start one.
Just finish it.
[moaning]
[wailing]
Amen.
Evil from us deliver but...
All: ...us against trespass...
...who those forgive us as...
All: ...heaven in is it as Earth on...
...name thy be hallowed...
...heaven in art who...
...Father our.
[gun cocks]
Hot date?
You should really get some sleep.
That would require me
closing my eyes.
It's gonna take time, Job.
- Fuck this. I'm coming with you.
- That's a bad idea.
No, it's the worst
motherfucking idea ever.
You're not coming.
Not you or nobody get to tell me
what to do anymore.
You are not leaving me in
this motherfucking house alone.
Just don't...
don't...
don't... leave... me.
You're staying in the car.
You're gonna need someone
to watch your back.
- You're gonna need somebody...
- I'm serious.
Fine.
[music playing]
Got your message.
What happened?
- Have a drink.
- Come on, man.
I dropped everything 'cause I
thought you were in trouble here.
Shit, I need to get back to Proctor's...
Fuck Proctor.
Now sit down and show
me some goddamn respect.
No, no, don't be a fucking pussy.
Okay?
There you go.
Drink.
You all right, man?
Watts should have never
made a deal with Proctor.
He's so busy
chasing his own retirement plan
that he's abandoned
everything that we've been
fighting for all these years.
He may be blinded by Proctor's money,
but I'm not.
And I'm not gonna keep
my mouth shut anymore.
Calvin, you're drunk, buddy.
- Whatever you're thinking...
- No. No.
I'm done thinking, Joe.
I'm done being Watts' bitch.
It's time for me to man the fuck up.
[slurps]
[exhales]
Watts has to fucking go.
Hightower: We've been
at this for months, Job.
You must be getting tired.
Let's change the mood, shall we?
[music blaring]
[screaming]
Carrie: Job.
Job. Job.
[gasps]
- You okay?
- I'm fine. How about you?
- I'm fine.
- Yeah, you look fucking fine.
Not now.
Just in case I do have
to drive home alone,
you want to tell me what
this is really about?
Why are you doing this?
Hmm?
Do you think all this...
Catwoman bullshit is
what he would have wanted?
Stay in the car.
- Man: Hey, what did he say?
- He said you're gonna die. [laughs]
Oh, what the hell is this?
Hey, this is private property.
Who the fuck are you?
I asked you a question.
Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?
No, I hear you loud and clear...
- bitch. [ignites]
- Shit!
[music]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[groans]
[groans]
[shouts]
[pipe clangs]
[music]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[moans]
Come on back, bitch.
Come on.
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Come on.
[shouts]
[screams]
[screaming]
Bitch... bitch, move.
Move!
Run!
[panting]
- So how'd that go? [engine starts]
- Like clockwork.
[tires squeal]
[music]
[gate buzzes]
Man on P.A.: Unlock gate 13.
[gate opening]
See you again real soon there, convict.
And you fuck your mama, Larry.
[gate buzzes]
[chatter on P.A.]
You my ride?
Nice car. Them Krauts
always done it best.
We headed to Banshee?
Mr. Proctor would like to see
you at your earliest convenience.
Well, then what the
hell are we waiting for?
[engine starts]
[door closes]
[tires squeal]
[coughing]
- Fuck.
- FBI, skeezy fuckers.
Put the pipe down.
What are you doing?
Get the fuck out of here. Go.
[music]
[inhaling]
[exhales]
[phone buzzes]
[clears throat]
Dawson.
On my way.
[beeps]
[police radio chatter]
Raven, this is Agent
Dawson from the FBI.
- Yeah, what do we got?
- Coroner estimated she was killed
9 or 10 hours ago
based on body temp and lividity.
- MO is the same?
- Yeah.
- Attractive female, 18-24.
- Son of a bitch cut her heart out, too.
Cut isn't surgical, but it is precise.
He's in a safe place when he does this.
Takes his time.
Defensive wounds?
Ligature marks,
just like the other victims.
She was tied up. Some kind
of rope, heavy braiding.
- Enough to bruise like this?
- She was bound for a while.
He doesn't kill them right away.
No signs of sexual abuse.
No, he doesn't see them sexually.
Right here. He drugged her.
Just like the others.
Butchered her alive.
- Got an ID?
- No, nothing yet.
What'd the witness say?
Caught a glimpse of
someone dragging the body
into the woods just after 5:00 A.M.
And why the hell did they
wait four hours to call it in?
Because his mommy thought
he was making it up.
What's the kid's name?
- Tocho.
- Tocho.
Let's cover her up.
- Make sure the coroner gets all those notes, yeah?
- Are you Tocho?
Is that you?
Can you... Can you tell
me what you saw? Hmm?
Was it a man or a woman, huh?
- Young or old?
- Come on, that's enough.
No more questions, huh?
Come on, Tocho.
Okay, I'm gonna finish
cutting this for you
and you're gonna eat all of it.
- And then treats.
- Hank: Okay.
Maggie: But the vegetables, too.
[music]
- Okay?
- Hank: Okay.
- Maggie: Promise?
- Hank: Yeah.
How are the potatoes?
- Dry?
- I'm sorry. I must have overcooked them.
[doorbell rings]
Stay here.
- What the fuck?
- It's nice to see you, too, Calvin.
And, yes, I'd love to come inside.
- Do I smell Magpie's cooking?
- How did you get out?
[chuckles]
It's a hell of a story.
- Oh?
- Maybe I'll tell it to you sometime.
Daddy.
- You're out?
- Good news, baby.
I've been rehabilitated.
Mwah.
And who might you be?
Uh, Hank, this is your grandfather.
You just call me Papa, sweetheart.
Uh, okay, we're gonna go
up and take a bath now.
You know what?
Fuck a man's heart.
You want love,
go right to his stomach.
[thunder rumbling]
Congratulations.
You're not a serial killer.
[sighs]
I'll need you to fill
out some paperwork.
[rain pattering]
[thunder crashes]
[music]
_
[thunder crashing]
[shatters]
[thunder crashing]
Dawson: Need a ride?
You don't seem like the
type to hold a grudge.
- You kept me locked up.
- I just got here.
- Had to get my bearings.
- I'm glad I could help.
- You knew I was innocent.
- I think innocent
might be a bit of a stretch, don't you?
Yeah, fuck you.
Hey, you're welcome for
that alibi, by the way.
Look, Hood, I know where you live.
It's a long walk to that cabin of yours.
I need a drink.
You definitely need a drink.
[music]
[Watts singing in German]
[music playing]
♪ All I wanna do is fall off the wagon ♪
♪ Off the wagon, off the wagon ♪
♪ All I wanna do is
fucking lose my mind ♪
♪ Lose my fucking mind ♪
♪ All I wanna do is,
yeah, puff that dragon ♪
♪ Puff that dragon, puff that dragon ♪
♪ All I wanna do is
pass the fucking time ♪
♪ Pass the fucking time ♪
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Lord, it's never enough ♪
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Let's do it again ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Shall we do it again? ♪
Woman: Everything was
delicious, sweetie.
Thanks, baby.
So, how was work?
[scoffs] Slow and painful.
Same as always.
Except for when I got
promoted to shift supervisor.
I knew it.
We need to celebrate.
- Do you have anything in mind?
- As a matter of fact...
Go on, get things started.
I'll clean up in here.
- You sure?
- Of course, baby.
[chuckles]
[humming]
[record hissing]
[snapping fingers]
[music playing]
[singing with record]
# I was blue constantly #
♪ Life was no picnic for me ♪
♪ You came along,
cured my blue song ♪
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
[whimpering]
She's a beauty, isn't she?
All right, one second.
♪ I go out of my mind ♪
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
Don't want to make a mess.
[crying] Please.
♪ This heart of mine... ♪
- Please. Please.
- # Even when you hold my hand... #
- Please, don't.
- # There's a thrill... #
- No!
- # More than I can stand #
♪ Love really happened to me... ♪
- [whimpering] No!
- # Yes, love #
- # Love really happened to me... #
- Nooo!
[screaming]
[clicking]
[theme music playing]
4x04 - "Innocent Might
Be a Bit of a Stretch"
_
[groans]
- Easy.
- You're welcome for saving your life.
Only after I saved yours.
[sighs]
- What?
- What are you doing here?
I'm trying to help you.
No, that's not what I mean.
- What are you doing?
- What I have to.
No... that's bullshit.
You don't have to live like this.
What am I supposed to do?
Hide away from the world like you?
No, you don't do what I do.
You can leave.
There's a whole world out there.
The life that you're choosing,
it ends one way.
Maybe.
But at least it's my choice.
[sniffles]
Jesus Christ.
I need you to leave.
I need you to go.
- No.
- Get out of...
Don't.
[breathing heavily]
Brock: Did you know that
Rebecca Bowman was pregnant?
You've asked me that
three times already.
And I'm gonna keep asking
it till I'm satisfied.
Did you know?
[sighs] No.
Tell me about your
relationship with Rebecca.
- It wasn't a relationship.
- Then what was it?
Like just friends with benefits
or something until you killed her?
- Fuck you, Brock.
- No, fuck you.
Look, I don't think
you're killing young girls.
But I don't know that you're not.
The only thing I know is
you've been lying to me
since you got to Banshee.
And the lies end here.
When was the last
time you saw her alive?
I don't know.
A while ago.
I need you to be more
specific than that.
I don't keep a fucking diary.
Her car's GPS proves she was at
your cabin the night she was killed.
- Like I told you, I didn't see her.
- Really?
How do you know? I mean, you
don't keep a fucking diary.
[sighs]
I think you did see her that night.
I think she told you she was pregnant.
Knowing you, you probably
didn't take that news too well,
so you argued.
- Maybe it turned violent, physical.
- No.
Why is your blood in her car?
I don't know.
Why don't you ask Proctor?
- I'm asking you.
- Well, I don't remember.
Well, do you remember cutting
the hearts out of these two girls?
Jesus Christ.
Come on, you know me, Brock.
No, see, I don't!
I don't know you.
The only thing I know is that you went off
the deep end when Siobhan was killed.
You snapped and maybe
you're reenacting her death
over and over and over
again like some psychotic...
Jesus, open your fucking eyes, Brock!
This didn't happen in the moment.
Whoever did this shit
took time to plan it! Think!
What, you think I got
them pregnant as well? Huh?
- You fucking know it wasn't me.
- I don't know anything!
Yeah, well, that about sums it up.
[door buzzes]
[door opens]
Ted, Sheryl, and Martin.
How y'all doing this morning?
Have a seat, Mr. Watts.
State your name for the record.
Randall Cody Watts.
Good morning, Mr. Watts.
I'm Commissioner Ted Smith.
I'm joined today by
Commissioner Sheryl Golden
- and Commissioner Martin Davis.
- Yeah, we've all met.
Today is your...
sixth appearance before
this board of parole.
If you say so, Teddy.
I've lost count.
- Sheryl, I see you finally had that baby.
- I did.
I hope you and Mr. Golden
picked out a nice Anglo name.
Ted: Mr. Watts, I suggest you
take this hearing seriously.
What about the kike sitting next to you?
You think she's taking this seriously?
- Mr. Watts!
- Shut the fuck up, Martin.
- Ted: Mr. Watts.
- We all know the drill.
You're going to deny
my parole, then go home
congratulating yourselves on
making the world a safer place.
But what you minimum wage
pencil dicks can't possibly
understand is that however
repulsive you seem to think I am,
that the darkness
swallowing this country whole
and coming for you and
your half-breed families
is a million fucking times worse.
We're done here, Mr. Watts.
Go fuck yourself, Ted.
Oh, and, Sheryl...
you be sure to give little Shoshanna
Golden a big kiss from her Aryan uncle
'cause you know I'm gonna
be thinking about her. [chuckles]
[door closes]
[whimpering]
The pain is only psychological.
[gasping]
[shivering]
[door clangs]
[door closes]
Sheriff's giving you five minutes.
You finally get to
visit me in jail, huh?
Better late than never.
[chuckles]
- I didn't do this.
- I know.
- Do you have any idea who did?
- Not yet.
I don't know if you'll make bail,
but I can use my house
as collateral if you do.
Thanks.
How's Job?
They did a real number on him.
- He'll be okay.
- How about you?
I really need to get
the fuck out of here.
[music]
Hello, Ted.
- [sighs] How is he?
- Innocent and Brock knows it.
Well, the evidence says otherwise
and the sheriff has to follow up.
You got something for me?
I did.
It can wait.
No, I need the distraction.
It's the details of a drug processing
and distribution facility.
- Proctor's?
- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you, Bunker.
- Be careful, Mrs. Hopewell.
[engine starts]
- You just made bail.
- I didn't kill her.
Maybe you did, maybe
you didn't. Either way.
What the hell is this?
Get away from there!
- Proctor, what the hell are you doing?
- I posted the prisoner's bail.
- Bail? This is bullshit.
- Hood is coming with me.
- The hell he is.
- Let him in.
- No.
- Get out of my way, Brock!
- Not gonna happen.
- I'm the fucking mayor!
- And I'm the fucking sheriff!
- Get out of the fucking way.
You give me those keys
or I will shoot you.
Wow.
Everybody is so angry.
- Ma'am, you cannot be back here.
- Why not? Everybody else is.
- Bunker, take this woman up front, please.
- Stay put, Bunker.
Special Agent Veronica Dawson.
Violent Crimes.
Yeah, that always seems to suck
the air right out of the room.
I take it you're Sheriff Lotus.
- And you are?
- Kai Proctor.
Mr. Proctor, I am truly
sorry for your loss.
Let's go, Proctor.
- I got this.
- Get your fucking hands off me!
I got this, Sheriff.
Mr. Proctor, I can only imagine
how frustrated you must be with
how things have been handled.
But this is my investigation now
and while I've got a little
bit of lost time to make up for,
I can assure you I'm a quick study
and I plan to get to
the bottom of things.
Do me a favor, give me some time
to sort things through,
and as soon as I do,
you'll be the first to know.
You have 24 hours.
Then what happens?
What a fun group.
[breathing heavily]
[whimpers]
Shh.
[whimpering]
Do you think she's pretty?
I think he'll be happy.
[whimpering]
Lucas Hood.
Onetime sheriff.
Part-time mountain man.
And now the primary
suspect in three homicides.
It's a hell of a résumé.
Sheriff Lotus told me
you don't talk much.
Well, maybe I just
don't talk to him much.
He also told me about Deputy Kelly.
You two were a couple
at the time of her death?
God, losing a deputy and
a lover in one fell swoop.
That must have been tough.
I've been there.
[sighs]
My husband Paul.
He was leading a tactical operation.
Some low-level terrorist
we could lean on
to get us some bigger fish.
By the book, breach and arrest.
He had the perp facedown
and zip-tied when in walks
the guy's 13-year-old
nephew holding a Glock 9.
Paul could have dropped
him in a heartbeat.
I mean, who can't outshoot a kid, right?
But instead he tried to talk him down.
I guess that kid didn't
feel like talking.
He shot Paul in the neck.
Killed him instantly.
- You've been doing this a while.
- [chuckles] Long enough.
Long enough to know that
the fake husband story
is not gonna work on someone like me.
So either you think I'm an idiot
or you wanted me to call you on it.
What, so that I would
feel like I'm in control?
Seeing as we both know that's not true,
why don't you cut the bullshit
and ask me what you want to ask?
Okay.
Did you kill Rebecca Bowman?
- No.
- Well, that was easy.
I so appreciate your
cooperation, Mr. Hood.
- You're welcome.
- I'm sure we'll meet again.
I'm guessing you don't have
a lot of pals down at the bureau.
- You know a lot about the FBI, do you?
- No, not really.
But I know a little something
about burnouts.
Yeah, I'll bet you do.
[door closes]
He didn't do it.
Really? You decided
that in five minutes?
No, I decided that in about two.
- [scoffs] The evidence...
- The evidence is shit and you know it.
The evidence isn't shit.
It's circumstantial.
I'll cut him loose.
- Not yet.
- Why?
Because the minute we release him,
Hood's gonna try to find
Bowman's killer on his own.
And I'd like
a little bit of a head start.
For the record,
I also knew that your
husband story was bullshit.
Mmm...
[door opens]
[music]
[phone buzzing]
Did you know that Proctor
was in the drug business
- with your old crew?
- What are you talking about?
There are neo-Nazis crawling
all over his warehouse.
How do you know that?
I'm looking at them right now.
Kurt, did you know?
If I knew, I would have
said something to you.
Look, we need to take a step
back and figure things out.
This changes things.
Not for me, it doesn't.
Kurt: Carrie.
Carr...
_
Why didn't you tell me?
I wanted the new
facility to be a surprise.
When will it be operational?
The end of this week,
maybe a little sooner.
We can run double shifts, triple
the output in the first month.
I'll hire a new
foreman to oversee...
Rebecca, the Brotherhood will
be managing this operation.
What?
- Yeah.
- Why?
They can provide the distance
and the insulation I require as mayor.
- This should be mine.
- No, I know.
But you have to trust me on this.
I have something much
bigger planned for you.
[laughs]
Yes, your big plan.
Meanwhile nothing is happening
and you're handing over
our business to Nazis?
I know that's how it looks to you,
but I promise this
- is what's best for us.
- No, this is what's best for you.
And that's all you've
ever really cared about.
I wish you'd stop
treating me like a child.
I will when you stop acting like one.
[scoffs]
When you were my age, you
were already running things.
There was no one holding you back.
There was no one protecting me either.
- I don't need your protection!
- Yes, you do!
- This is a dangerous business.
- I'm fucking dangerous!
You have no idea how dangerous I am.
Carrie: Grandma means well, honey.
I think she's just worried about you.
You're just gonna have
to give her a chance.
[keys jingling]
Well, could you at
least pretend for Max?
'Cause I need you to set
a good example, that's why.
[clattering in distance]
Honey, hold on.
[whispers] Job?
[clattering]
Deva, I'm gonna call you right back.
[clattering]
[metal clanging]
[thumping]
- Fuck, Job!
- Fuck!
I almost shot you!
[gasping]
Imagine my fucking relief.
You shouldn't even be out of bed.
And you shouldn't be storing
your AKs next to your Ann Taylor.
- How'd you get in there?
- It's a motherfucking tumbler.
You got enough firepower
in here to start a war.
Not start one.
Just finish it.
[moaning]
[wailing]
Amen.
Evil from us deliver but...
All: ...us against trespass...
...who those forgive us as...
All: ...heaven in is it as Earth on...
...name thy be hallowed...
...heaven in art who...
...Father our.
[gun cocks]
Hot date?
You should really get some sleep.
That would require me
closing my eyes.
It's gonna take time, Job.
- Fuck this. I'm coming with you.
- That's a bad idea.
No, it's the worst
motherfucking idea ever.
You're not coming.
Not you or nobody get to tell me
what to do anymore.
You are not leaving me in
this motherfucking house alone.
Just don't...
don't...
don't... leave... me.
You're staying in the car.
You're gonna need someone
to watch your back.
- You're gonna need somebody...
- I'm serious.
Fine.
[music playing]
Got your message.
What happened?
- Have a drink.
- Come on, man.
I dropped everything 'cause I
thought you were in trouble here.
Shit, I need to get back to Proctor's...
Fuck Proctor.
Now sit down and show
me some goddamn respect.
No, no, don't be a fucking pussy.
Okay?
There you go.
Drink.
You all right, man?
Watts should have never
made a deal with Proctor.
He's so busy
chasing his own retirement plan
that he's abandoned
everything that we've been
fighting for all these years.
He may be blinded by Proctor's money,
but I'm not.
And I'm not gonna keep
my mouth shut anymore.
Calvin, you're drunk, buddy.
- Whatever you're thinking...
- No. No.
I'm done thinking, Joe.
I'm done being Watts' bitch.
It's time for me to man the fuck up.
[slurps]
[exhales]
Watts has to fucking go.
Hightower: We've been
at this for months, Job.
You must be getting tired.
Let's change the mood, shall we?
[music blaring]
[screaming]
Carrie: Job.
Job. Job.
[gasps]
- You okay?
- I'm fine. How about you?
- I'm fine.
- Yeah, you look fucking fine.
Not now.
Just in case I do have
to drive home alone,
you want to tell me what
this is really about?
Why are you doing this?
Hmm?
Do you think all this...
Catwoman bullshit is
what he would have wanted?
Stay in the car.
- Man: Hey, what did he say?
- He said you're gonna die. [laughs]
Oh, what the hell is this?
Hey, this is private property.
Who the fuck are you?
I asked you a question.
Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?
No, I hear you loud and clear...
- bitch. [ignites]
- Shit!
[music]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[groans]
[groans]
[shouts]
[pipe clangs]
[music]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[moans]
Come on back, bitch.
Come on.
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Come on.
[shouts]
[screams]
[screaming]
Bitch... bitch, move.
Move!
Run!
[panting]
- So how'd that go? [engine starts]
- Like clockwork.
[tires squeal]
[music]
[gate buzzes]
Man on P.A.: Unlock gate 13.
[gate opening]
See you again real soon there, convict.
And you fuck your mama, Larry.
[gate buzzes]
[chatter on P.A.]
You my ride?
Nice car. Them Krauts
always done it best.
We headed to Banshee?
Mr. Proctor would like to see
you at your earliest convenience.
Well, then what the
hell are we waiting for?
[engine starts]
[door closes]
[tires squeal]
[coughing]
- Fuck.
- FBI, skeezy fuckers.
Put the pipe down.
What are you doing?
Get the fuck out of here. Go.
[music]
[inhaling]
[exhales]
[phone buzzes]
[clears throat]
Dawson.
On my way.
[beeps]
[police radio chatter]
Raven, this is Agent
Dawson from the FBI.
- Yeah, what do we got?
- Coroner estimated she was killed
9 or 10 hours ago
based on body temp and lividity.
- MO is the same?
- Yeah.
- Attractive female, 18-24.
- Son of a bitch cut her heart out, too.
Cut isn't surgical, but it is precise.
He's in a safe place when he does this.
Takes his time.
Defensive wounds?
Ligature marks,
just like the other victims.
She was tied up. Some kind
of rope, heavy braiding.
- Enough to bruise like this?
- She was bound for a while.
He doesn't kill them right away.
No signs of sexual abuse.
No, he doesn't see them sexually.
Right here. He drugged her.
Just like the others.
Butchered her alive.
- Got an ID?
- No, nothing yet.
What'd the witness say?
Caught a glimpse of
someone dragging the body
into the woods just after 5:00 A.M.
And why the hell did they
wait four hours to call it in?
Because his mommy thought
he was making it up.
What's the kid's name?
- Tocho.
- Tocho.
Let's cover her up.
- Make sure the coroner gets all those notes, yeah?
- Are you Tocho?
Is that you?
Can you... Can you tell
me what you saw? Hmm?
Was it a man or a woman, huh?
- Young or old?
- Come on, that's enough.
No more questions, huh?
Come on, Tocho.
Okay, I'm gonna finish
cutting this for you
and you're gonna eat all of it.
- And then treats.
- Hank: Okay.
Maggie: But the vegetables, too.
[music]
- Okay?
- Hank: Okay.
- Maggie: Promise?
- Hank: Yeah.
How are the potatoes?
- Dry?
- I'm sorry. I must have overcooked them.
[doorbell rings]
Stay here.
- What the fuck?
- It's nice to see you, too, Calvin.
And, yes, I'd love to come inside.
- Do I smell Magpie's cooking?
- How did you get out?
[chuckles]
It's a hell of a story.
- Oh?
- Maybe I'll tell it to you sometime.
Daddy.
- You're out?
- Good news, baby.
I've been rehabilitated.
Mwah.
And who might you be?
Uh, Hank, this is your grandfather.
You just call me Papa, sweetheart.
Uh, okay, we're gonna go
up and take a bath now.
You know what?
Fuck a man's heart.
You want love,
go right to his stomach.
[thunder rumbling]
Congratulations.
You're not a serial killer.
[sighs]
I'll need you to fill
out some paperwork.
[rain pattering]
[thunder crashes]
[music]
_
[thunder crashing]
[shatters]
[thunder crashing]
Dawson: Need a ride?
You don't seem like the
type to hold a grudge.
- You kept me locked up.
- I just got here.
- Had to get my bearings.
- I'm glad I could help.
- You knew I was innocent.
- I think innocent
might be a bit of a stretch, don't you?
Yeah, fuck you.
Hey, you're welcome for
that alibi, by the way.
Look, Hood, I know where you live.
It's a long walk to that cabin of yours.
I need a drink.
You definitely need a drink.
[music]
[Watts singing in German]
[music playing]
♪ All I wanna do is fall off the wagon ♪
♪ Off the wagon, off the wagon ♪
♪ All I wanna do is
fucking lose my mind ♪
♪ Lose my fucking mind ♪
♪ All I wanna do is,
yeah, puff that dragon ♪
♪ Puff that dragon, puff that dragon ♪
♪ All I wanna do is
pass the fucking time ♪
♪ Pass the fucking time ♪
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Lord, it's never enough ♪
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Let's do it again ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Fade out ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Shall we do it again? ♪