Banshee Origins (2013) s04e04 Episode Script
Cronus
- Seven letters, similar to horseshoes.
- Washers.
- Ok, hotshot.
Site of Lee surrender, ten letters.
- Appomattox.
- Apro-what? - Appomattox.
A-P-P-O-M-A-T-T-O-X.
For fuck sake, read the book.
- All right, seven letters.
Screaming spirit.
Ha! Nothing! And I was just about to be impressed.
Job.
Hey, Job! - God damn! You've got to yell all fuckin' time? - You look like somebody died.
- Congratulations.
For once in your fucking life you ain't wrong.
- The deceased friend of yours? - The opposite in fact.
May I help you? - I have two jobs here.
Talkin', and waiting for the other guy to talk.
- That's cute and all.
But I ain't broke in love or pretended to be local law enforcement, so we're good.
- I've just never seen somebody so unhappy about loosing an enemy.
- This ain't unhappiness.
This here is nostalgia.
The dearly departed was CEO of Red Star Industries That was my first big takedown.
In 1988 I wrote a virus named Cronus.
It was kind of like you, actually.
Slow, clumsy extremely limited but suprisingly effective.
Cronus foobared their whole system from inventory to shipping.
Millions lost in minutes.
It's fuckin' beautiful.
- You never forget your first.
Why them? - Red Star was the perfect calling card for the start of my career.
Big Pacific Rim multinational, complex security, hassled name.
Didn't hurt, that their CEO, that world class in my humble opinion, was exploiting child workers and dumping all kinds of toxic shit in the ocean.
Bad man.
Bad man, who did a lot of bad things to a lot of good people.
Rest in peace, motherfucker.
- Cronus, huh? Like the Greek myth? - Look at you! One semester of community college really paid off, huh? - Well, if my memory serves me correctly Cronus castrated and killed his own father.
- Banshee.
- What? - That seven letter word for screaming spirit Is "Banshee".
- Washers.
- Ok, hotshot.
Site of Lee surrender, ten letters.
- Appomattox.
- Apro-what? - Appomattox.
A-P-P-O-M-A-T-T-O-X.
For fuck sake, read the book.
- All right, seven letters.
Screaming spirit.
Ha! Nothing! And I was just about to be impressed.
Job.
Hey, Job! - God damn! You've got to yell all fuckin' time? - You look like somebody died.
- Congratulations.
For once in your fucking life you ain't wrong.
- The deceased friend of yours? - The opposite in fact.
May I help you? - I have two jobs here.
Talkin', and waiting for the other guy to talk.
- That's cute and all.
But I ain't broke in love or pretended to be local law enforcement, so we're good.
- I've just never seen somebody so unhappy about loosing an enemy.
- This ain't unhappiness.
This here is nostalgia.
The dearly departed was CEO of Red Star Industries That was my first big takedown.
In 1988 I wrote a virus named Cronus.
It was kind of like you, actually.
Slow, clumsy extremely limited but suprisingly effective.
Cronus foobared their whole system from inventory to shipping.
Millions lost in minutes.
It's fuckin' beautiful.
- You never forget your first.
Why them? - Red Star was the perfect calling card for the start of my career.
Big Pacific Rim multinational, complex security, hassled name.
Didn't hurt, that their CEO, that world class in my humble opinion, was exploiting child workers and dumping all kinds of toxic shit in the ocean.
Bad man.
Bad man, who did a lot of bad things to a lot of good people.
Rest in peace, motherfucker.
- Cronus, huh? Like the Greek myth? - Look at you! One semester of community college really paid off, huh? - Well, if my memory serves me correctly Cronus castrated and killed his own father.
- Banshee.
- What? - That seven letter word for screaming spirit Is "Banshee".