A character in Banshee
Brock
Banshee · 59 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Banshee: in 16 of its 59 quotes
Most scenes with: Lucas Hood (8), Kurt (3), Carrie (2)
I know, I know, you probably have some Bible verse about leaving revenge to God, but, you see, Emmett, sometimes you cannot wait for God to put the world to right because while you're waiting, the world just keeps going to shit. And when you have a guy like Hood leading the charge, well, God's just gonna have to move a lot faster if He wants to keep up and you can tell Him I said that.
I knew guys like Wicks in prison, guys that never stop digging graves for themselves and then trading everything and everyone to keep from getting buried. [Knocks on door] Eh, Hood, I never saw the paperwork on that Leonard Vanderwick guy. That get filed or...? It wasn't worth the effort. I sent him packing. Guys like that don't go down without taking everyone close down with him. That's their game.
How did he know you anyway?
He didn't. Not really. Knew of me, I guess.
And you just... just let him go?
Yeah. I didn't want to waste any more time on a vagrant who tried to steal some dinner.
So now you decide which laws are worth enforcing?
That's why they gave me the badge.
Yeah, but the rules are different out here.
No. Same rules. Same rules they had since the first man picked up the first stick and beat the second man's ass with it.
You have an interesting way of looking at the world.
[Chuckles] Yeah, I've lived an interesting life.
[Answers phone] Yes?
Tell him it's me. It's her.
Anastasia. I'm ready... to bring him to you.
When?
By the end of this week.
Where?
I'll let you know. She will bring him. [Starts engine]
And just when things finally seem to be nice and boring, you came along. You're welcome. I guess I'm just not cut out for... boring.
Hey. I'm looking for Matt Sharp.
I'm Sharp.
[Laughs] Irony. Nice. I need to talk to you for a minute.
I'm on the clock, Sheriff. I don't know if you heard, but the market's down, unemployment's at 9%. You wouldn't want to keep an honest man from making a buck, would ya? An honest man, no.
You? Eh, I could give a shit.
Listen, guys, we just got a couple of questions for you. You're gonna want to put that down.
Are you one of those affirmative action hires? Hey. How do you like sitting in the front seat versus the back?
Not as good as it'll feel when I put my boot up your ass and out your mouth.
Whoa. Hey, we're just messing around. We didn't mean nothing by it. Yeah, spic, slope, coon, kike, fɑggоt. Soon as you put the uniform on, we dislike you all the same. Yo, I recognize this dude. You're that football player, right?
Real big deal in college. Running back.
Yeah, what happened? Did you quit? Or did somebody figure out that a nigger running like he stole something ain't nothing new? [Laughs]
Emmett, be cool, all right? Emmett?
I'm cool.
All right.
Don't hold back on my account.
A verbal taunt does not fulfill the protocol for self-defense, Sheriff, only a life-threatening act. And these little men aren't what I'd consider to be threatening.
[Throws cigarette in Emmett's face] Fսck you, O.J. I do believe I now feel threatened.
I would. [White supremacist punches Emmett in the face, merely turning his face and gets himself punched in the face] [To Matt Sharp attempting to flee] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't you fսcking move! [Brock is on the ground with a man on top of him holding off a pipe] You okay, Brock?!
No!
Emmett, you need a hand?! [Matt takes off] Oh, fսck! Emmett! You all right?! Yeah?! [Takes after Matt through the junkyard and catches up with him pointing a gun at Matt's head] Slow down, Sharp.!
What do you want, cop?
You're gonna tell me about Proctor's ecstasy operation.
[Leans towards the gun making contact with forehead] I don't know what the fսck you're talking about!
Okay. [Kicks Matt in the crotch] Let me get you started. You were a driver. You did runs from Banshee... to Philly.
Who told you that?!
Well, that's none of your business!
[Laughs] You think I'm gonna roll on someone like Proctor 'cause of you? Ah! Go ahead, arrest me. At least in jail I got my health.
Yeah, but right now... [Gets Matt in an armlock in sing-song] I got your arm.
Stop!
So tell me how it works.
Fսck you!
Okay!
[He and Brock arrive at a cabin in the Louisiana Bayou and he spots a still lit cigarette on ground] Brock.
Yeah? [Thugs attack and fight him and Lucas]
[Appears at cabin door speaking through electrolarynx] Stop! Better have a damn good reason for trespassing on my land.
If this is your land, you must be Sani Crow. We're looking for Chayton Littlestone. He killed our friend. She was a cop.
Then you came a long way for nothing.
Oh, fuck. I blame you for this.
This woman you say Chayton killed, what did she do to him?
Nothing.
Then why would he take her life?
'Cause he's a fucking psychopath.
There was a time when you people would have called him a wild savage instead.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Listen... he came to you for help and you gave him sanctuary. I understand that. He's your people. But right now every cop within a thousand miles is looking for him. Not even you can avoid that kind of heat.
That's why I didn't allow him to stay.
When did he leave? [Crow's thugs all raise firearms]
Hood.
A few days before you showed up.
And where did he go?
My best guess would be the Quarter. It's not a big place.
Let's go. [He and Brock walk away']
Hundred bucks says he's lying.
Doesn't matter.
Why not?
He sent us to the French Quarter. Whether he's selling us out or Chayton, we all end up in the same place.
You know, when we... when we killed Hondo, I swore to myself never again. And yet here I am a short while later on another assassination junket.
Sometimes the law can't give justice.
Oh, don't kid yourself, Hood. This isn't justice. Hondo wasn't justice, okay? This is cold, hard, self-serving revenge. We're killers, okay? Don't make us idiots.
Keep your fucking voice down.
Who gives a shit? They're all drunk.
You need to calm down.
Fuck that, man. We drove through five states to come here to kill a man.
You don't have to kill anyone.
Then what the hell am I doing here? Huh? What am I doing here?! [Lucas walks across street] Hood!
[Lucas sits on bed drinking and listening to couple making love next door] Oh, my God... oh, fuck!
[Lucas has flashbacks to Chayton's murder of Siobhan which morphs to a Chayton's present appearance which is then realized by Lucas with Chayton who trying to kill Lucas] You can't kill me, cop! You're just a man! No man can kill me!
Hood!
[Grabs Brock's shotgun] Damn it, give me that.!
[After a chase by Lucas through a cemetery which ends at the Mississippi river banks of a warehouse] I underestimated you. You're not a cop.
No.
Your people deal in lies. You will never understand the purity of true purpose. Of a spiritual calling. You're nothing. I am a warrior. I held her neck in these hands. So delicate. Felt her pulse tapping against my fingertips. The life running through her. [Lucas blows off half of Chayton's face with a shotgun with Chayton's body slumping down]
[After dumping Chayton's body in the Mississippi River] Hey. We should probably get the hell out of Dodge before the locals show up, huh? Hood, let's go.
I can't go back.
What?
I'm done. I got nothing left.
So that's it? You're just gonna walk away? You know, I've been driving myself crazy trying to figure you out, but I'm done. Who you are, who you were, where you're from, I don't care. I don't care anymore. The only thing I care about is my town. Kai Proctor has been having his way with us, all of us, for way too long. But you, you're the first guy that bastard couldn't own. And together, you and me, we could take him down for good.
No.
God damn it. What do you think she would have wanted, huh? I'm not going back to Banshee without you. Gotta finish what you started. Even if I've got to kick your ass all the way back there myself. I'm not leaving without you.
Are you done?
I think so. Come on.
You have to go back for him!
No, Em', I don't! Now come on!
Well, then I will!
The hell you are! [Grabs Emily] Em, listen to me. Listen. Do you have any idea how close you came to dying tonight? They were going to kill you because of him!
Let go of me! [Shoves him]
[Grabs Emily] Jesus Christ! Open your eyes! Do you understand? You are shacking up with a fսcking psychopath!
What, you're going to let him die because you're jealous? [Shoves him] Fսck you, Brock! You coward! [Gets into vehicle]
Oh, yeah?! [Shoots out two tires of Emily's vehicle]
[Screams] Oh, fսck!
And you're welcome for saving your goddamn life! [Holsters gun and walks to patrol vehicle]
You want to tell me what the hell happened out there today?
[Clears throat] A lot of those guys are angry that I'm back. They feel betrayed.
Yeah. Yeah, I got that. No, I meant the part where you grabbed a civilian and started strangling him in front of a diner full of witnesses.
Sorry about that.
You're sorry? Fսck sorry, okay? I don't like those guys any more than you do, but if you're gonna wear that badge...
I am guys like that! Every evil, twisted thought that he has had, I have had. Every fucked-up thing that he's done, I have done. I've done things that would make you sick. They make me sick.
You think you're the only one around here that's got dirt on him? I've done some... things. Fսck, Bunker, I... I don't know you, okay? But from what I've seen, you're not the man you used to be.
[Opens shirt to reveal swastika tattoo] I will always be that man. Putting on this uniform does not wipe my slate clean. I'm doing everything I can to change. And every once in a while... I manage to convince myself that I'm a better person. But the minute that I come into contact with one of those fսcking guys and see the way that they look at me, all I feel is hate and anger and I can't shake it.
Okay, all right. Listen to me. Listen, listen. Hold it. Look at me. Okay, that isn't anger that you're feeling. That's the shame and the guilt. And trust me, we all feel that. All of us. And that is what makes you better than them. If you didn't feel that, that's when I'd start to worry, all right? You hear me? Okay. Now, look, can you promise me that what happened out there today is never gonna happen again?
I don't know.
Good answer. 'Cause if you had said yes, I knew you were full of shit. [Chuckles] Go home, all right? Get some sleep.
Thank you, sir.
Yep.
[Brock is investigating a cabin in the woods and comes across Lucas pointing a shotgun at him]
How'd you find me?
I didn't. I mean, I wasn't looking for you. I thought you were gone. Hey, you want to do me a favor and point that thing somewhere else, okay? Holy hell. Haven't seen you in two years. And all that time you've been living up in this cabin like some kind of mountain man or something? Is there anybody here with you?
No.
Then I'm gonna need you to come with me.
No.
I'm not asking.
Have a seat. First of all, you should know when I went up there today, you were the last person I expected to find. Were you in that cabin two nights ago?
Yes.
Anybody with you?
No. [Hands out photos of Rebecca's remains] Who's dead? Who is that? Rebecca.
Her body was found yesterday near the river. That's not where she was killed, but that's where the body was dumped.
Jesus.
This is the third murder of its kind that we've had this year.
You call the FBI?
Yeah. I called them after the second one and they sent some little shit up here and he looked through our files and took some notes and then he ran back to Quantico as fast as his little $60 loafers could take him. Told me to call back if a third body turned up. So maybe now they'll give a shit.
So what does this have to do with me?
When was the last time you saw Rebecca?
I haven't seen anyone... for about 18 months.
And yet, it's the weird part, the last coordinates on her car's GPS brought me up to your cabin today. You didn't see her?
Nope.
Any idea why she'd come looking for you? How the hell she'd even know you were up there, Hood? I'm just trying to put this together.
It's her uncle's land.
It's what?
It's her uncle's land.
You're living on Proctor's land? He doesn't know. What happened to you, Hood?
I retired.
We found trace blood that didn't match Rebecca's. I'm gonna need you to voluntarily submit a blood sample so we can rule you out.
You think I'm a fսcking serial killer now?
Have you seen yourself lately, Hood? You're living up in the woods. You look like the Unabomber.
Yes, you can have my blood.
Oh, and, Hood... if there's anything else you want to tell me, now's the time.
You should be looking at Proctor.
Yeah, well, these days that's a little more complicated. [Kurt enters]
[Opens cell door] Get out.
What's going on?
DA dismissed the charges. You're free to go.
You're fսcking with us.
You got 10 seconds before I close that door again.
[Walks out cell] I knew that arrest was bullshit.
[Sighs] What was it this time?
Physical evidence.
They practically strangled that old man.
I know. DA's a real piece of work.
He's a puppet. Proctor's got his hand up his ass. [Turns head to Stacy observing at desk] But that's a talk for another time. The walls have ears.
[Leaving station] Hey, thanks a lot, Officer. Have a nice evening. [Carrie watches the men walk from her vehicle]
There's always some part of me that's thinking about him. How he looked when he died. How he looked at me. There are days when that look haunts me so badly I can barely breathe.
[Spotting Carrie] Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look at this.
And then there are days when I can distract myself.
You lost, honey?
Where I can shut off all the noise.
Maybe we can help you find your way. [Suspect man chuckles]
Oh, I hope so. [Expands telescopic night baton]
And just do what I have to do. Those are the good days.
[Pokes up bearded suspect man's chin with baton after a ferocious beatdown] So you tough guys like beating up on people, huh?
It wasn't us. They let us go.
Well, they shouldn't have. [Repeatedly beats man's hand with baton with him screaming]
There's always that moment when I just wake up where I think I'm still there, still back there in our old house. And when I roll over, Gordon will be there lying next to me. And then I'll hear the kids stirring in their rooms.
So how do you handle it?
I exercise. I eat something. I start working on the house.
How's the house coming along?
There's something about working with my hands that gives me peace.
What else gives you peace?
Not much. Do you find our sessions helpful? I'm here because it's court-mandated. No offense.
None taken. If I vouch for your competency to parent your children today, would you come back?
If I said yes, would you do that?
That's not really how it works.
They had no right to take my kids away.
You violated the terms of your probation.
I was abducted. The military investigation cleared us.
Any association with the criminal element was enough for social services...
I know.
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 killed her?
Fսck you, Brock.
No, fսck you. Look, I don't think you're killing 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 fսcking diary.
Her car's GPS proves she was at your cabin the night she was killed.
Like I told you, I didn't see her.
Really? How do you know? I mean, you don't keep a fսck¡ng 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 killed. You snapped and maybe you're reenacting her death over and over and over again like some psychotic...
Jesus, open your fսcking eyes, Brock! This didn't happen in the moment. Whoever did this shit took time to plan it! Think! What, you think I got them pregnant as well? Huh? You fսcking know it wasn't me. I don't know anything!
Yeah, well, that about sums it up.
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 terrorist 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 shot Paul in the neck. Killed 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 kill 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. [Leaves room] He didn't do it.
Really? You decided that in five minutes?
No, I decided that in about two. [Brock scoffs] The evidence... The evidence is shit and you know it.
The evidence isn't shit. 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 killer 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.
[Brock gets into patrol vehicle and Lucas surprises him from the backseat] Hey.
Jesus Christ, Hood!
Afternoon, sheriff.
You have any idea how many laws you just broke?
You gonna arrest me again?
If you came looking for an apology, you're not gonna get one.
You know I wouldn't do the same thing. You would have shot me.
[Chuckles] Yeah, maybe. What... What do you want?
Heard there was another girl.
Yeah, 20-year-old college student.
Any leads?
Other than a six-year-old witness who can barely speak English, no. Nothing. You're not gonna stay out of this, are you? You know, I got to ask, you really didn't know she was pregnant?
No.
Must have been quite a shock. I'm sorry, Hood.
Is the sheriff in?
Sheriff Lotus is in a meeting. Can I help you?
I have information he needs to hear.
[Approaches] Can I help you, ma'am?
He wants you to know he won't stop. Taking those girls was just the beginning.
What is this?
He wants you to see. You will all see. [Starts dousing herself in gasoline]
What the hell are you doing? Don't! No! Don't do it! [Woman lights herself up]
Mr. Proctor.
Senor Loera. Good to see you again.
I must admit I'm a little surprised that you were able to pull this off.
I don't promise what I can't deliver. Bring it up.
Show me. Hi. [Truck door opens to reveal Carrie with three dead goons and the mafiosos all cock and aim their guns]
As long as we all whipping our shit out... [Camera reveals Job on top of Truck aiming his M60 gun at them] Emilio Loera, I take it?
Who the fսck are you?
I'm nobody.
You know my name, so you know who I am. Which means you know what kind of a mistake it would be to try to steal from me, right?
I wouldn't dream of stealing from you. No, I came here to provide you with a valuable service.
Oh, yeah? Which is what?
I came to show you that Mr. Proctor was mistaken when he told you that Banshee was a safe place for you to set up your manufacturing. Very mistaken. I mean, if he had it so locked down, how did I steal this truck full of all these drսg?
[Raises gun] I'm gonna fսcking slit your throat.
[Raises hand] Stop. [To Carrie] I suppose you have some fee in mind for this service.
No. Sometimes a service is its own reward. Just let my friend and me walk away right now and we'll call it even.
[Laughs] Start walking.
You're not just gonna let her walk out of here?
[Raises hand] Shut up. Hey, Miss Nobody. Did you really think that I was gonna let you leave?
No, actually, I didn't. [A rocket propelled grenade fired by Brock flies into truck and detonates it entirely]
[Lowers down PSRL-1 rocket launcher] That's right. Someone just blew up your fսcking drսg. [Job and Carrie run to Mercedes vehicle, drive it to pick up Brock]
Nice shot.
Thanks. You know, you really need to stop doing this shit.
You invited yourself.
I'm serious. It's become like a bad habit with you.
This was the last time.
I've heard that shit before. This is a very nice car.
Lucas HoodAntony Starr · 23 quotes
Kai ProctorUlrich Thomsen · 12 quotes
JobHoon Lee · 9 quotes
Sugar BatesFrankie Faison · 9 quotes
CarrieIvana Miličević · 8 quotes
KurtTom Pelphrey · 4 quotes
VeronicaEliza Dushku · 4 quotes
Deputy Siobhan KellyTrieste Kelly Dunn · 3 quotes
RebeccaLili Simmons · 3 quotes
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