Banshee

I thought you said you disabled the alarm.

I did, both of them.

But I didn't think you'd take so long to open the goddamn safe.

Are you gonna bitch about that now?

Ana, what the fuck?

Go. Get out of here.

Hood! Hey!

- Yeah? - You got 'em?

- No, no one came this way. - They ran right towards you.

Shit, they must have doubled back. Come on.

S02E08 - Evil For Evil

So when did you two become a duo?

- I needed the money. - Yeah, we all need money.

- That's why we work together. - It wasn't that kind of a job.

Oh.

Oh, okay. Not that kind of job.

You need to tell me when you're out there.

- I don't need your permission. - You do around here.

What if it had been one of my deputies that found you?

- Your deputies? - Yeah.

- Jesus. Do you hear yourself? - It was a big risk for a small take.

- It was fucking stupid. - I needed the money for Max.

Look, I could have helped.

I've already agreed to using your vendors

and your administrative fee, but 5% of the floor, that's out...

That is the figure your father and I agreed on.

If you don't think I'm earning it, we can rethink it.

I don't know how I'm gonna hide something like that in the books.

We'll figure something out. You'll find me to be very flexible.

Well, you're gonna have to be.

We should schedule a weekly meeting.

Okay.

- You were saying about the warehouse? - Cell phone detonator. Homemade.

- And the shipment? - No.

Sorry.

Our associates in Philadelphia...

Rebecca, come in. Sit down.

Our associates in Philadelphia...

are expecting delivery today.

You call them and tell them we'll make it up to them.

What happened?

An explosion at our manufacturing facility.

- Someone planted a bomb. - Who would do that?

It was Hood. He's making a statement.

- What are you gonna do? - Nothing for now.

- There's something else. - What?

The slaughterhouse lost power over the weekend.

- We have a backup generator. - It was disabled.

All of the meat has gone bad.

- How's that possible? - I spoke to the electric company.

Someone hacked their server and shut down that particular grid.

He's got to be fucking kidding me.

You know, there's a saying in the restaurant business.

Don't buy your meat where you buy your bread and butter.

- Trying to say don't shit where you eat? - Yeah.

- Why didn't you just say that, then? - It lacks poetry.

Morning, Kai.

The club I can understand.

If my employees were involved in illicit activities,

you are compelled to act, sure.

- Even the warehouse. - Yeah, I heard about that.

Explosion or something, right?

Now I've got a slaughterhouse filled with rotten product.

Are you accusing me of something?

What can you possibly gain by fucking with my meat?

- What the hell are you doing? - Are you here to report a crime?

'Cause if not, I'm kind of busy.

- What the hell are you doing? Kai.

Easy.

You and I have a very complicated relationship.

No.

I'm a cop, you're a criminal.

You disappoint me, Sugar. You should be keeping better company.

Being your friend, it should come with hazard pay.

You know, he's right about one thing.

All I'm doing is harassing him.

Well, before you decide to kick it up a notch,

give me plenty of warning.

Oh, crap.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Doctor said for you to take it easy, remember?

- I'm okay. - Yeah?

Now, what is this?

- Well, I think it's pretty cool. - Thanks.

I mean, that's major architecture.

Good morning.

- Don't forget your inhaler. - Got it.

- You're not going to work? - Took a couple of days off.

What are you up to?

Just gonna go cast my Father of the Year ballot.

Deva, I know you're mad

and I'm sorry I haven't been around enough.

- It was worse when you were. - Yeah, and there's no excuse for it.

- You just need to be around, Dad. - I know.

And it wasn't for...

Look, it wasn't fair for me to put you in that position,

but I am very sorry, baby. I'm gonna do better, I promise.

- I was gonna pick it up after work. - I'll get it after my shift.

Em, I'm pregnant, not an invalid.

The package could weigh 20 or 30 pounds for all I know.

Let a man do his wife a solid.

I think we can handle it.

Fuck me.

Hey, you want to have some fun?

He's gonna be the first Yawners to make it to the NFL.

Oh, really? What if he likes to paint or dance ballet?

He'll be a Renaissance man.

- I should get back. - Okay.

We need to talk.

You said you were going to arrest Proctor.

- I'm working on that. - Jesus. Every day I think that he knows

I'm the one who told you about the warehouse.

Hey, there's no way he could know that was you.

But right now I need something more.

I need something that directly connects to him.

I don't know anything else.

You said you see him three or four times a week.

He fucks me. There's no pillow talk in that.

Come on, it doesn't have to be illegal.

Just something usual. Anything.

One night I was leaving his house really late

and I saw all these guys moving a bunch of crates into his basement.

- What was in the crates? - I don't know.

- Did you see in the basement? - He doesn't let me wander around.

I need to know what's in that basement.

- Are you fucking kidding me?! - We don't want you

to do anything that puts you in danger.

Just talking to you puts me in danger.

Just leave. Please.

- You pushed her too hard. - Right now she's all we've got.

Fuck.

No one wants to see Proctor go down more than her.

Well, moving crates into a basement isn't a crime.

- Depends on what's in the crates. - That's not enough for a warrant.

And without a warrant, you can't go in there.

- Boss. - What? I know.

- Do you? - Yes.

Here's his ditzy bitch.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Can I ask you a quick question? - Sure.

When did you become a traitor to your race?

Get out of my way.

- Oh, no. Oh, no, look at that. - Excuse me, guys.

Don't tell me this is a half coon baby in here.

Ooh!

What the fuck are you doing, man? Come on, let's go.

- Somebody call 911. - Hurry.

Come in.

That boy at the motel, did he tell you his name?

- He just said Jason. - Jason.

He didn't say anything about himself, did he?

No.

It's just because I don't understand why.

Hood cares so much about what happened to him.

I mean, it's, well...

What are you going to do?

- About Hood? - Yeah.

He's acting out of desperation because he has nothing

and he's trying to provoke an equally desperate response.

What about all that money you lost?

You know, I'm taking a longer view.

Those losses are nothing compared to what we'll make with Longshadow.

And I can't jeopardize that arrangement over a personal

vendetta with Hood. No matter how much I'd like to.

I can't believe you have so much restraint.

Woman over P.A.: Dr. Irvin to Orthopedics.

Dr. Irvin to Orthopedics.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Excuse me. - Meg, honey. It's Emmett. I'm here.

Sir... - It hurts.

What's happening? Where are you taking her?

- Doctor's right here. - I'm Dr. Holland.

She's bleeding internally. We're prepping her for surgery.

Okay, honey. Baby, tell me what happened.

There were these guys.

They had shaved heads.

Tattoos.

- They know you. You need to stay here, sir.

Emmett, I'm scared.

Okay, all right. Okay, look, I'm gonna be right here.

- Emmett, I'm scared. Sir, I need you...

- I'm scared. - It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be here.

Sir, we have to go.

Emmett.

- Hey, what happened? - Meg, they're taking her into surgery.

It's the driver we shook down the other day.

- Sharp. - The skinheads?

- Son of a bitch. - I guess he wanted to get some payback.

- Fuck. - Whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

- To get Sharp. - No, no, you stay here. We'll go.

- Get the hell out of my way, Brock! - Listen, Em.

Emmett, Emmett. Look at me. Look at me.

Meg needs you here, okay?

- She needs you. - Hey, we'll find them.

I promise. We're gonna find them.

Okay?