Banshee

Previously on Banshee.

I know, you are the most notorious thief

in the country.

And you're going to the one place, you should not go.

I'm not Ann anymore.

- Give me my cut, you'll never see me again.

I don't have the diamonds.

Kai Proctor.

- There's a name. - There's not a criminal enterprise around

here that doesn't start or end in his pocket.

My name is Lucas Hood, I'm being sworn in as the new Sheriff.

- Am I dead? - Yeah.

- Hello. - Sheriff Hood?

Yeah, this is Hood.

Proctor!

Dutchie motherfucker!

Hey, hey! Stick to the trees.

- ( helicopter whirring ) - Officer: Right there on the ground!

Run!

Carrie: Baby!

I think he knows.

No, he doesn't know. He can't.

By the time he figures out we're not coming back,

we'll be long gone.

Hey.

We risk our lives every time we steal for him.

Why not risk our lives for us?

No one's ever stolen from Rabbit.

He doesn't know.

Everything will be fine.

Are we back on track, Mr. Hanson?

We're still playing catch-up after that power failure yesterday,

but I'll keep them late and we should be caught up by Sunday.

Friday.

Okay. Friday. I'm on it.

Oh, I'm on it, motherfucker.

Get down here.

You know for a fact the Yoders are out of town?

Yeah. Away till Tuesday.

Okay.

Get out of here.

- Good to go, boys. - All right.

Carrie: It's an original masonry house.

All the houses in this neighborhood

came up in the late 1920s.

If you wanted to paint over this green in here.

- But I'll be here... - Excuse me just a moment.

Mrs. Hopewell, good morning.

What are you doing here?

Same as everyone else.

I'm looking to put down roots.

This room has great morning light.

Would you like to see the kitchen?

Sure.

What the fuck are you doing?

- You've been training. - What the fuck are you doing?

This is my life.

- Ana. - My name is Carrie.

Either way, I still love you.

If that's true, then you'll leave here and never come back.

- ( phone ringing ) - Woman: Carrie?

Um, your phone.

Shit! Okay. Hello?

Nice kitchen.

Mrs. Hopewell, this is Principal Merrick.

I'm calling to let you know that Deva

is not in school again this morning.

I wanted to check if she was feeling ill.

No, no, she's not,

but I can assure you she's going to be.

I hope she's okay. Please let us know. Thanks.

Hey, it's Deva. Leave a message.

- Or don't. - ( Beeps )

Deva, where are you?

Whoo!

Man: How's it going?

Man: Yo, man. Are we putting the Skulls with these?

- Man #2: Just sort it and show me. - Reed?

- Hey, Hanson. - Hey, Reed.

Who the fuck are they?

It's okay. They're cool.

Move.

Well, come here, cool girls.

Go on.

Arno: You ask and Arno delivers.

The Red Skull stamp as promised.

Pretty sweet, huh?

Now if we can just settle up our account...

- Hey. - Ah! Ow, man!

Hey, fuckhead, you got high while you're working for me?

- Are you fucking crazy? - No way, man. I'm a professional.

Hanson: So you're not tripping right now?

I'm straight, man.

Look at me.

Fucking tweaker. Get him out of here.

- Move it. - ( Groaning )

Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm gonna kick your ass.

- Fuck you. - Yo, chill out, man. Get off of me.

Man: Fuck off! Go!

Come here.

Come here.

Are you cool?

What is it?

Some of the pills aren't pure.

- There's caffeine in them. - You know what?

How about you leave the chemistry to me

and just go back and make the fucking pills?

What's going on?

You're in.

Midnight tomorrow at Yoder's barn.

- You know it? - Yeah.

And you girls will spread the word, right?

Hells yeah, we will.

Let's go, Deva.

- Hey. - Sheriff.

You're late.

What, do I need a note from home?

Couldn't reach you on your radio.

I'm here now. What do you need?

What I need, what we need,

is a sheriff that answers his radio.

All right?

I'll take that under advisement.

Look, I don't know how you did things in Oregon...

- Shut up, Brock. - What?

- What the hell did you just say to me? - I won't tell you twice.

Mr. Proctor.

Kai: There he is.

That looks painful.

I'll survive.

May I have a word in private?

Kobe steaks. My best.

Thank you.

Well, you saved my life.

I was just doing my job.

I'm sure by now you've gleaned that there are people

in Banshee, our young mayor among them,

who would have been happy to see me go down.

Yeah, why is that?

Oh...

some people find my business practices a little aggressive.

I don't deny it.

Not everyone shares my vision for this town.

But that's a talk for another time.

The reason I stopped in is to warn you about the Moody brothers.

Warn me?

Yeah, they might be swimming in the shallow end of the gene pool,

but they're a fiercely loyal clan.

Been in this town almost as long as my people.

And they will be out for blood.

I'll keep my eye out.

Sheriff, I wouldn't be bothering you

if I didn't think you have a serious problem on your hands.

I don't deny your abilities.

It's just that your hands are tied by this office,

whereas I have a talent for resolving problems

like this one quietly.

I appreciate your concern,

but...

I think I'll just take things as they come.

It could be that I'm speaking globally here, Sheriff,

beyond the Moody situation.

You see, I've got a good number of local business interests

that need to be kept running smoothly.

These interests can occasionally generate difficulties,

but they also generate revenues.

Significant revenues.

What do you want, Mr. Proctor?

I might ask you the same question, Sheriff Hood.

I'm good.

But thank you.

You take care of that.

It could go bad pretty fast.

- Where's my fucking money? - Lucas: You'll get it.

- Where'd you land? - In hell.

Do you have any idea what I'm surrounded by?

Skee-fucking-Ball,

cotton-fucking-candy,

and sea-fucking-gulls.

Is that a cape?

This is Diane von Furstenberg, chica.