04x04 - Innocent Might Be a Bit of a Stretch

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Banshee". Aired January 11, 2013 to May 20, 2016.*
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A ruthless Ukrainian gangster hunts his former top thieves: a woman living in the small Pennsylvania town of Banshee under a fake identity, married to the District Attorney, and her former partner, a recently-paroled master thief who assumes the identity of the town's new sheriff.
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04x04 - Innocent Might Be a Bit of a Stretch

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[Kn*fe 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"

[ THREE MONTHS AGO ]

[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 k*lled her?

f*ck you, Brock.

No, f*ck you.

Look, I don't think you're k*lling 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 f*cking diary.

Her car's GPS proves she was at your cabin the night she was k*lled.

Like I told you, I didn't see her.

Really?

How do you know? I mean, you don't keep a f*cking 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 k*lled.

You snapped and maybe you're reenacting her death over and over and over again like some psychotic...

Jesus, open your f*cking eyes, Brock! This didn't happen in the moment.

Whoever did this sh*t took time to plan it! Think!

What, you think I got them pregnant as well? Huh?

You f*cking know it wasn't me.

I don't know anything!

Yeah, well, that about sums it up.

[ UNITED STATES PAROLE COMMISSION ]

[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 f*ck 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 f*cking times worse.

We're done here, Mr. Watts.

Go f*ck 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 f*ck 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 k*ll 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 f*cking mayor!

And I'm the f*cking sheriff!

Get out of the f*cking way.

You give me those keys or I will sh**t 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 f*cking 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 t*rror1st 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 sh*t Paul in the neck. k*lled 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 k*ll 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 sh*t and you know it.

The evidence isn't sh*t. 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 k*ller 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...
[ FOUR MONTHS AGO ]

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 f*cking 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]


f*ck, Job!

f*ck!

I almost sh*t you!

[gasping]

Imagine my f*cking 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 m*therf*cking tumbler.

You got enough firepower in here to start a w*r.

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.

[g*n cocks]

Hot date?

You should really get some sleep.

That would require me closing my eyes.

It's gonna take time, Job.

f*ck this. I'm coming with you.

That's a bad idea.

No, it's the worst m*therf*cking 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 m*therf*cking 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.

sh*t, I need to get back to Proctor's...

f*ck Proctor.

Now sit down and show me some g*dd*mn respect.

No, no, don't be a f*cking p*ssy. 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 f*ck up. [slurps]

[exhales]

Watts has to f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck are you?

I asked you a question.


Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?

No, I hear you loud and clear... bitch. [ignites]

sh*t!

[music]

[grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

[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 f*ck 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]

f*ck.

FBI, skeezy fuckers.

Put the pipe down.

What are you doing? Get the f*ck 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 k*lled 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 k*ll 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 f*ck?

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? f*ck a man's heart.

You want love, go right to his stomach.

[thunder rumbling]

Congratulations. You're not a serial k*ller.

[sighs]

I'll need you to fill out some paperwork.

[ FOUR MONTHS AGO ]

[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, f*ck 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 f*cking lose my mind ♪
♪ Lose my f*cking mind ♪
♪ All I wanna do is, yeah, puff that dragon ♪
♪ Puff that dragon, puff that dragon ♪
♪ All I wanna do is pass the f*cking time ♪
♪ Pass the f*cking 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? ♪
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