Banshee

Fuck me.

Hi, Job.

- You're out. - I'm out.

Listen, I know why you're here,

but I cannot help you.

Hey!

Just give me the address, Job.

Why are you even assuming I know how to--

no, no, no, no! Motherfucker!

Quit breaking my shit.

Baby, you know how this works.

The trail is cold.

Okay, okay, okay! Just... stop the carnage.

You've got the whole world in front of you

and you're going to the one place

you absolutely should not go.

What, are you crazy?!

Hey!

Morning, everyone.

I've reviewed the defense's motion to dismiss.

And based on the evidence, or the lack thereof,

it's my opinion that the prosecution

- cannot sustain the burden for a trial... - Are you kidding me?

- Your Honor-- - ...so I'm finding for the defense.

Case dismissed.

You can't take this to trial, Gordon.

You should be thanking me

for saving you the embarrassment.

- Gordon. - Jackson.

That a judge in your pocket or you just happy to see me?

Mr. Mayor.

- Jesus Christ, Gordon. - Oh, pace yourself, Dan.

Our day will come.

Guys like Kai Proctor don't go down easy.

Carrie.

Hey.

You'll get him next time, Counselor.

Yeah, I am ready for this day to be over.

Again?

Yeah.

It's nothing to freak out about.

We're not freaking out. We're just talking to you.

My point is we don't solve our problems with violence.

I just completed another level.

Yeah, it happens every day, Dad.

I just can't believe that you kicked your teacher.

- Substitute teacher. - Oh, well, it's okay, then.

He's a perv, Mom. He tried to see down my shirt.

Well, with a shirt like that, it doesn't take much trying.

- So it's my fault? - Gordon.

So if I get molested by a teacher,

- you'll just blame it on my shirt? - No, no. Go.

- Deva, come on. - Okay, all right.

Max, honey, you have your inhaler?

Dr. Welling referred Max to another pulmonologist.

We have an appointment next week.

Okay. Great.

- Is your shoulder bad today? - Ah, it's just the usual.

It'll be all right.

I think I might grab a shower.

- Okay. - Okay?

That's Beaty. Later.

- You're late, bitch. - Whatever, skank.

So, are you in shit with your parents?

Yeah, when am I not?

Howdy.

I'm gonna go with shitty day

and whiskey neat.

Whiskey's fine.

And one for yourself.

Are you coming or going?

I'm still working that out.

That's me, Sugar Bates

in the cruiserweight years.

When'd you drop him?

Fifth?

Eighth.

He was a southpaw. They take longer.

See, it was a title fight.

I held the belt for 18 months.

I used to hang it right up there.

You know?

A good conversation piece.

But with this tough economy, I had to pawn it

a little while back to pay for the leaking taps.

That's a shame.

Where are you from?

Different places.

Where'd you sit?

Roscoe.

I did eight years at Allenwood.

You look fresh.

Freedom.

Freedom.

Always this quiet around here?

Well, let's stimulate the local economy.

Next round's on me.

All right.

All you tourists buying me drinks today.

I'm not a tourist.

My name is Lucas Hood.

And come Monday, I'm being sworn in as the new sheriff.

Congratulations.

Or should we say good luck?

I'll take both, thanks.

I spent nine years as sheriff up in Church, Oregon.

You ever heard of it?

Yeah, I'm not surprised. It's the armpit of the West.

This is my first day east.

I just drove clear across the country.

There's less to see than you'd think.

I thought the sheriff had to be elected.

Usually, but under certain circumstances,

the mayor can bring in a ringer.

He and Sheriff Morgan are the ones who hired me, so...

I was looking forward to meeting them when I got here.

Yeah, well, that'd be quite a trick

since he died last Tuesday.

Liver cancer.

I think he thought he had more time.

Aw, shit.

Your boss know you're here?

Don't worry about him. You know the drill.

Look at this guy.

Excuse me.

Are we disturbing you?

No, not at all.

This is just a very good steak.

And I know that once I stand up to deal with you fellas--

well, maybe you'll come quietly or maybe I'll have to kill you--

but either way, this steak is gonna get cold.

And you can always reheat a steak,

but it's never quite the same.

Hmm?

You got some balls on you, motherfucker.

Sheriff's Department. I'll take that gun now.

No, you drop your fucking gun.

That's the new STI, isn't it?

- That's a hard gun to get. - Who the fuck is this guy?

- You sit your ass down. - All right, hear me out, Sheriff.

- They got you outgunned. - Damn straight we do.

While on the other hand, if he shoots,

one of you boys is dead

or shitting in a bag the rest of his life.

For what?

The 200 bucks Sugar has in the register

at 4:00 p.m. on a Tuesday? Come on.

So, Sheriff, why don't you let them take the cash?

Just let them take it.

I'll buy enough drinks to make him whole.

Everyone goes home happy. What do you say?

Come on.

Ah!

Oh, God!

Am I dead?

Yeah.

It's my first day in town.

Shit!

Sorry.

I hope my mother was right about God.

Jesus ripshit Christ.

This is what you call in the Bible

a "clusterfuck of epic proportions."

Two cons, three corpses, one of them a cop.

I don't like that math.

You'd better get out of here.

Well, they would have killed me same as him.

The least I can do is give you a head start.

What about you?

I got a few tricks.

Go on, now. Get out of here.

Hi, Ana.

How did you find me?

It was Job.

It's a nice house.

Yeah. It seems, um...

uh, solid.

So, what do you have, two kids?

- Yes. - Yeah?

How old?

My son is eight.

My daughter is 13.

Hmm.

She looks older.

I can smell your perfume from here.

Please, you're gonna have to leave.

Please. Please.

Ana.

I'm not Ana anymore.

My name is Carrie.

Where were you?

- I tried to visit. - No. 15 years.

- I drove up to those gates. - You were here playing fucking house?

You have no idea how many times.

Don't you tell me that. Where the fuck were you?!

I don't have to justify myself to you.

I have responsibilities.

I have children.

Okay?

I have a husband who loves me.