Banshee

Previously on Banshee.

Whores, gambling, drugs

All crooked ways in Banshee leads to one man and that's Kai Proctor.

You heard about the Schumacher boys right? They found these

in the dead boy's pocket... you ever see pills like that before?

- Rebecca we can't... - Shut up.

To keeping secrets.

- Anastasia. - Just take the diamonds.

- Consider him dead. - I want him.

- You're under arrest. - Come and get me.

Hood! Enough!

People here, do you know why they're afraid of me?

`Cause they should be. Maybe you should be too.

Come this way, come this way.

Turn over.

Mmm.

- You good? - Mm-hmm.

Was it okay for you?

Yeah, of course.

Are you sure?

You're usually a little more animated.

It was a quiet one.

Well, that's no fun.

Come on, let's see if we can make some noise, huh?

Oh, honey.

It's okay.

Honey, not now.

What is it?

Nothing. I'm just... I'm just a little spent.

You're sure there's nothing wrong?

It's fine.

I'm gonna grab a glass of water.

Fuck!

Hello. Where's my fuckin' money?

- I'm in a bit of a bind. - And you're calling me.

Am I the only one detecting a pattern here?

I'm on a take. I got boxed.

- Where are you? - State Museum, Harrisburg.

- The State Museum. How the mighty have fallen.

( Men laughing )

I'll bet she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.

Lucas: It's a Modigliani exhibit.

I don't know which I find harder to believe...

that there's a Modigliani

in Harrisburg or that you got boxed in a State Museum.

There was no box in the schematics, Job.

Well, not in the ones you were looking at, baby.

Oh, look, the alarm's got a dialer.

- State police are responding. ETA... six minutes.

( Men laughing )

Man: I'm telling you, you should ask her out.

Job, I can barely hear you. Can you turn this shit off?

- Is it off? - Yeah.

Then I'm in there with you.

And I'm gonna get you out.

Okay. Is there a manual release?

Not one that you can reach without a blowtorch.

What's behind these walls?

Solid stone. Someone knew what they were doing.

Hold on a second.

- Hello? - Carrie: Oh.

I figured I'd get your voice mail.

- I keep odd hours. - We need to talk.

Now is not really an ideal time.

Really? Well, it's the middle of the night

and I'm sneaking out to my backyard

because I haven't slept a single night since you showed up.

You're putting me and my family at risk.

- Hold on. - ( Beeps )

- Job. - I know you did not just take a call

while I'm trying to save your pasty, dumb ass.

Where are the cops, Job?

Three minutes away.

I am looking for an override.

- Look harder! - ( Laughing )

Hey, Mama, you suck any dick yet tonight?

Man: Yeah, like... like maybe your own?

- ( laughter ) - Well, yeah, yeah.

Wait, do you ever get bored and tit-fuck yourself?

- ( men laugh ) - Man: Ooh, she's gettin' pissy.

- Man #2: Oh, yeah. - Man #3: I think she's upset.

- I'll be right back. - Lucas: What?

Job!

Man: Oh, we pissed him off.

Man #2: Oh, yeah, we did piss her off.

- ( laughing ) - I think she likes you.

Hey, sweetie.

Sit your bitch-asses down.

Now I am going back to my table.

And the next one of you that gets up out of this booth

is gonna be pissing sitting down

for the rest of his life.

- It's Zack's Diner, just off the interstate...

Oh, sure, narc on a sister.

She... I mean, he has a knife.

Lucas: Job!

Now we both on the clock.

- Yeah, I'll be right back. - ( Beeps )

Ana.

- It's Carrie. - Listen,

we're gonna have to talk some other time.

No, I don't wanna have another conversation with you.

You need to stop this for both of our sakes.

- Hold on. - ( Beeps )

Job, I need this door open now!

Job? You're talking to Job?

Jesus Christ, you're on a take?

Listen, I'm in a jam.

You're on a take. Oh, my God.

I got boxed. Fuck.

Carrie: Okay.

Okay.

It's okay.

Just breathe.

Now, where are you?

State Museum, Harrisburg.

It's okay. Job will back-door it.

Get back to him now.

Okay.

- ( sirens blaring ) - Job, I hear sirens.

- ( keyboard clicking ) - One second.

I've got an override.

Nothing's happening. Come on.

- Wait for it. - Come on!

Now would be good.

Done.

Dispatch, please advise we're sweeping the east hallway.

Ladies.

Bitches. ( Scoffs )

Officer: Miller, that you?

Shots fired!

Suspect is on the move on foot,

heading down North Street to 83rd.

He's wearing Miller's badge.

Unit 3, respond.

Officer: Right there! Right there!

Officer: Cover the entrance.

Start moving through here.

Officer: Over there!

Officer: We got the exits. He's got nowhere to go.

Over there! Go! Go!

Move! Move! I see him.

- ( sirens blaring ) - ( Panting )

I like that.

On three!

One, two...

three, three, three!

- Hi. - Hi.

How much does he know?

Don't worry about Sugar.

He's one of us.

There is no us.

That was some solid driving.

You're still sharp.

Hey, I didn't ask you to come, you know?

I didn't do it for you.

If you go down, we both end up on Rabbit's radar.

Well, I guess we're in it together, then.

This is my life you're risking.

I had it handled.

- Yeah, everything was going right on schedule.

- Mm-hmm. - ( Both laugh )

What is it with you?

You're still the same reckless thrill junkie you were 15 years ago.

This whole sheriff thing you're doing...

it's one long bungee jump without a cord.

You're not so different.

- I'm not out there risking everything for the thrill.

I wasn't the one driving the getaway car.

- Shut up. - I'm serious.

So am I. Shut the fuck up.

What, sheriff wasn't good enough?

Now you want to be a statey?

I had to improvise.

You get the painting?

Once a job goes south,