You're impetuous. Reckless. You defied me.
I thought I was helping you.
[Burton ties Kai's bow] Thank you Burton. Bring the car around. [Burton walks out] I've been dealing with men like Frazier and Morales since before you were born. You'll learn, Rebecca. But in order to learn, you have to accept the fact that you don't know anything. Not yet.
Having said that, we've both made mistakes, mistakes that can never happen again.
Are you going to Philadelphia?
We all are. [Rebecca walks past him]
What the fuck kind of stupid-ass question is that?
[Chuckles] He's okay. You got any idea how Stowe landed on us?
Well, he doesn't know everything and that's the only thing keeping us alive until help arrives.
Yeah? And who's gonna help him, hmm? That man has exactly three friends and they all right here.
[Scene of Hood arriving at the army base gates] He's gonna come.
Oh, I know he'll come. He'll take on the whole motherfucking platoon. Might even make it past the front gate. But there's still a shitload of mercs with a shitload of guns between him and us.
Fuck you, he'll find a way. He ain't your fairy godmother come to make all your dreams come true. How many more times does he have to put his ass on the line for you until he gets his motherfucking head blown off?
You're blaming me for this?!
[Screams] I ain't the one who fucked the mark!
No, fuck you, Carrie! Or Ana! Or whatever you call yourself today!
If you were so worried...!
How'd your boyfriend know exactly...!
...you could have shut this job down...!
...how to take us all down?!
What the fuck did you let slip?!
I didn't tell him anything!
You tell me what you told that motherfucker?!
Both of you shut the fuck up! If we're gonna die, then we're gonna die! Have some motherfucking dignity for fuck's sake! Job... if she slipped, the four of us would be dead already. We gonna make it out of here alive, we gotta stick together. Hmm? Yeah?
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.
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?
Good answer. 'Cause if you had said yes, I knew you were full of shit. [Chuckles] Go home, all right? Get some sleep.
[Brock is investigating a cabin in the woods and comes across Lucas pointing a shotgun at him]
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?
Then I'm gonna need you to come with me.
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?
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.
This is the third murder of its kind that we've had this year.
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?
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.
You're living on Proctor's land? He doesn't know. What happened to you, Hood?
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]
[Kai is facing a throng of reporters at a conference]
R1Reporter #1
Mr. Mayor, this is the third murder of a young woman this year. Is this a serial killer?
R2Reporter #2
Is it true that the latest victim was your niece?
R3Reporter #3
Mr. Mayor, why are the police reports being withheld?
Here's what we know. Here's what we know. Yesterday the body of Rebecca Bowman was found near the mouth of the Dellwood Basin. She was murdered. And while the police can't say for certain, there are definitely similarities between this case and the murders of two other young women that occurred over the last year. The Banshee Sheriff's Department has notified the FBI and agents are enroute to assist in the investigation. And to answer your question, yes, Rebecca was my niece. And, yes, you can rest assured that neither I nor Sheriff Lotus and the members of his department will rest until we have found this sick, twisted bastard.
[Opens cell door] Get out.
BSBearded suspect man
What's going on?
DA dismissed the charges. You're free to go.
BSBearded suspect man
You're fսcking with us.
You got 10 seconds before I close that door again.
BSBearded suspect man
[Walks out cell] I knew that arrest was bullshit.
[Sighs] What was it this time?
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.
BSBearded suspect man
[Leaving station] Hey, thanks a lot, Officer. Have a nice evening. [Carrie watches the men walk from her vehicle]
TCTherapy Carrie
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.
SSuspect
[Spotting Carrie] Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look at this.
TCTherapy Carrie
And then there are days when I can distract myself.
BSBearded suspect man
You lost, honey?
TCTherapy Carrie
Where I can shut off all the noise.
SMSuspect man
Maybe we can help you find your way. [Suspect man chuckles]
SCStreet Carrie
Oh, I hope so. [Expands telescopic night baton]
TCTherapy Carrie
And just do what I have to do. Those are the good days.
SCStreet Carrie
[Pokes up bearded suspect man's chin with baton after a ferocious beatdown] So you tough guys like beating up on people, huh?
BSBearded suspect
It wasn't us. They let us go.
SCStreet Carrie
Well, they shouldn't have. [Repeatedly beats man's hand with baton with him screaming]
TCTherapy Carrie
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.
PPsychotherapist
So how do you handle it?
TCTherapy Carrie
I exercise. I eat something. I start working on the house.
PPsychotherapist
How's the house coming along?
TCTherapy Carrie
There's something about working with my hands that gives me peace.
PPsychotherapist
What else gives you peace?
TCTherapy Carrie
Not much. Do you find our sessions helpful? I'm here because it's court-mandated. No offense.
PPsychotherapist
None taken. If I vouch for your competency to parent your children today, would you come back?
TCTherapy Carrie
If I said yes, would you do that?
PPsychotherapist
That's not really how it works.
TCTherapy Carrie
They had no right to take my kids away.
PPsychotherapist
You violated the terms of your probation.
TCTherapy Carrie
I was abducted. The military investigation cleared us.
PPsychotherapist
Any association with the criminal element was enough for social services...
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.
[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?
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.
Why is your blood in her car?
I don't know. Why don't you ask Proctor?
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.
RRandall
Ted, Sheryl, and Martin. How y'all doing this morning?
TTed
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.
RRandall
Yeah, we've all met.
TTed
Today is your... sixth appearance before this board of parole.
RRandall
If you say so, Teddy. I've lost count. Sheryl, I see you finally had that baby.
RRandall
I hope you and Mr. Golden picked out a nice Anglo name.
TTed
Mr. Watts, I suggest you take this hearing seriously.
RRandall
What about the kike sitting next to you? You think she's taking this seriously?
RRandall
Shut the fսck up, Martin.
RRandall
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 fսcking times worse.
TTed
We're done here, Mr. Watts.
RRandall
Go fսck 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 and leaves]
Sheriff's giving you five minutes.
You finally get to visit me in jail, huh?
[Chuckles] I didn't do this.
I know. Do you have any idea who did?
I don't know if you'll make bail, but I can use my house as collateral if you do.
They did a real number on him.
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.
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?
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.
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.
[Job wakes up from flashback nightmare]
Yeah, you look fսcking fine.
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?
M1Man 1
Hey, what did he say?
M2Man 2
He said you're gonna die. [Carrie walks up to three men at back of truck and he laughs] Oh, what the hell is this? Hey, this is private property. Who the fսck are you? I asked you a question. Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?
No, I hear you loud and clear... bitch. [Starts up flamethrower]
MMan
Shit! [Men flee and Carrie torches truck cargo and then proceeds to torch pill production facility]
