Banshee Origins 2x01 - "Interrogation"
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FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
It's okay. It's for you.
I am so sorry about that.
Thanks.
You are welcome.
I'm Detective Julius Bonner, it was my team that took you down tonight.
Congratulations.
I got no game, some cops they got games,
they come in here with full of threats and rage,
others try to be the best friend.
I don't think either way really works,
people just see too many movies.
The way I see it, you know you got jail,
on the other side of this conversation,
and I got about 30 other cases on my desk,
so all I am shooting for, is quick and painless. {*}
I used your prints to pull your file.
There isn't one.
Not with us, not the FBI or Interpol.
Congratulations, you are a ghost,
we don't even know what to call you.
John.
- John what? - Smith.
You ever been in the military, John?
No, sir. I wanted pass of this.
Not according to the cops, you had to tussle with tonight.
Those guys would swear you had Special Forces' training.
Of course, that could just be
some bruised ego, used to go along with some bruised skull.
Either way, I ran you through CID again... nothing.
That tells me you spent some time
in somebody's army or you are something special in ours.
So special in fact, that there's no trace of you.
- Detective Barner? - Yeah? What is it?
John Smith,
is not my real name.
The way I see it, you're either a spook or a mercenary.
Either way,
you are smart enough to know
that whoever you're working for, set you up tonight.
I don't work for anyone.
Well, someone knows what you're up to.
911, please say your emergency.
I want to report a robbery in progress.
... {*dialog}
When will you learn to speak Ukrainian?
At the Capitol Diamond warehouse, 211 Saw Miller River Road. {*}
Anyone you know?
I'll give you a few minutes to think about it.
According to my report,
you knocked up that security system at 10:28 P.M.
Would you like to guess what time that call came in?
10:15. So...
So...
have you given any thought about that phone call?
- Yeah. - And?
Nothing.
That accent is pretty distinct. Ukrainian I think.
Can't tell you. Never been in the Ukraine.
Well, you're not much for the conversation, aren't you?
It's been a big night.
- Tonight? - Yeah.
This is nothing.
I sit here pretty often, across the table from guys like you,
and I feel like I'm catching you at this rare and tragic moment,
just when you're beginning to sink in
that life as you know it, is over.
When I need to go later, I'm going to go home,
I'm gonna crawl into bed of my wife, just when she's waking up,
and maybe I'm gonna get laid before she goes to work.
It happens. You...
You aren't going home for many years.
You're going back into a cell and tomorrow at this time,
you'll be in Rikers, waiting for trial, you facing 8 to 10 years,
which means, by the time you get out, you'll be in your mid-thirties,
but you'll look 40, and you'll feel 50.
You're a pretty handsome guy,
I mentioned you do quite well with the women,
but it's going to be close to a decade,
before you ever touch another woman.
And probably a day or two,
before you have a cock in your ass or your mouth
and the best you can hope for is that is not the same cock.
You got a place, an apartment, whatever.
You probably left there a couple hours ago,
you're thinking you'll be back in bed by now, maybe you got a girl,
she is there, now alone in the dark waiting,
and wondering what happened.
That place is probably a few miles down the road, maybe less,
and you're never going to see it again.
Really hard to compute, isn't it? {*}
Your life, that life is over,
and that includes any loyalty, you think owed to Mr. Rabbit.
Come on, in this case has Rabbit written all over it.
- Ah... I work alone. - No, you don't.
You had someone in that building with you.
We know that much, you ran off into the woods
and we're going to find him.
Hey! Hey! Stick to the trees!
And you two were performing some remote hack
on some of the most advanced security system on the market,
while repelling from the roof, so by my count
that adds up to three guys, not counting Mr. Rabbit.
What you think... I work for some criminal mastermind,
that goes like calling himself Mr. Rabbit?
- Yes I do. Yes I do! - What...?
But what I can't figure out,
is why the fuck you're protecting a bastard who set you up!
That's not loyalty, that's stupidity!
Give me Rabbit. Give him to me, and I'll cut you a deal,
maybe you get 18 months, you'll be out after a year,
I'd offer you witness protection, but you still don't have an identity,
so my guess is that you won't need a new one.
Help me take this fucker down and you can save your life
and maybe that girl who's waiting at the apartment right now,
maybe she stays around because... well... a year is not that long!
Okay...
Okay.
Excuse me?
Okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey... hey...
Can I get something to eat?
- Some sandwich? - You got it.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And you know, I'm gonna pick up one of those video tapes, {*}
'cause it'll make it a lot easier than writing it all down.
I'm sorry, it took so long, it took some doing
to find the place you get you a sandwich at this hour.
I hope turkey and straw make it alright. {*}
- Yeah. What time is it? - Oh, it left 3:00 her here.
- Who do you have back there? - Who?
Oh, the mirror.. . oh we use that sometimes,
but not tonight, I'm sorry, you're not that much with a draw. {*}
All about to implicate Mr. Rabbit and I'm not that much with a draw. {*}
Well, when we'll hold Rabbit in here,
there'll be standing at that glass three deep just to watch him, {*}
But tonight at this hour, just you and me.
Ready?
- Okay. - M-hm...
Okay.
This is for the record...
Stage your name. {*}
John Smith.
- Your real name. - That is my real name.
What are you doin'?
Confessing.
This is a really good sandwich.
- Are you fucking with me? - No.
No. You're fucking with me! You said you had no game, but ...
- this whole fuckin' thing is a game. - What are you talking about?
Well... you told me you had no one behind the glass,
but every time you come back in here,
- you smell like cigarettes. - I smoke.
No, you don't. If you did, the smell would be stronger
and you wouldn't have such white fingernails.
You smell like second hand smoker.
See you sat there in that chair,
you didn't look to that mirror once, not even in passing.
I guess you figured that mean tell you, right? {*}
The real tell, is not looking at it at all. {*}
You fuckin' idiot...
You are a Detective, you're sitting here,
you make an offer, which is way above your pay grade,
and you expect me to believe that there's no one back there? Hm?
- Oh... Fuck your. - The deal is real.
You said you wanted to take the deal!
No, what I wanted, was a good New York sandwich.
Fair is gonna be if I would get another one.
- You stupid motherfucker. - Maybe.
But I'm not gonna sit here and do your fuckin' job for you.
It's your funeral, asshole.
- He played you. - Nah, he's just pushing back a little.
There will be no negotiation, 'cause you've already broke the gold rule.
What the fuck you talking about, what rule?
You lied to someone smarter than you.
- He's just a punk ass kid... - He played you for a fuckin' sandwich and a coke!
- I don't think I like your tone. - And I don't think I give a shit.
Look, he's probably just bluffing.
He probably has no idea who this fucking Rabbit is.
He knows...
He knows.
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