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Previously on "Justified"...
WENDY: What's he doing here?
RAYLAN: I'm checking on the
child's welfare. How you doing, Kendal?
DARRYL: This family needs to
stay together.
WENDY: To wit, you need
to find a fit place
for that boy to lay his head.
JEAN BAPTISTE: A
man that just talks is no man.
DANNY: (CHUCKLES)
That's not the way
you should be talking
to me, homie.
JEAN BAPTISTE: (GROANS) Kendal: Oh, my God.
You killed him.
DANNY: Ain't gonna tell nobody?
KENDAL: I won't say a word.
BOYD: You turn over my
cousin Johnny and you
agree right now to help
me smuggle *** across
the border from Mexico.
You know what kind
of deep *** you'd be in...
If you did...
This? AVA: Oh, my God.
Bye-bye, honey.
She shanked the guard!
You know, there's
a rumor going around
that a federal
lawman was instrumental in the
death of Nicky Augustine.
Picker said he was there on the
tarmac, watched the whole thing go down.
Want to guess who he said it
was? Special agent Barkley.
RAYLAN: It wasn't Barkley.
And I can tell you that for a fact.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(BILLIARD BALLS CLACK)
RAYLAN: Art.
(GRUNTS)
ART: (GROANS)
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪
♪ God get at your boy ♪
♪ You try to bogard ♪
♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I see them long, hard times
to come ♪
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(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(Train whistle blows in
(DISTANCE)
(BELL CLANGING)
(BOTH LAUGH)
BOYD: Oh!
Damn, son, you always were a
size!
Whoo!
BOYD: I'll never forget the day
you stepped off that bus at.
Elkton, gills out to here.
I said, "now, that right there"
is a fish we can
turn into a shark!"
Yeah, reminding me
that I owe you.
BOYD: Well, I don't think
you would need reminding.
BOYD: Now, how long you gonna make me
stand here before you offer me a drink?
(LAUGHS)
You know I know you were the
one that taught me how to jail.
BOYD: Everything!
Helped free myself from
mongrelization.
Actually, from what I hear, you
could use a little refresher on
that your own self.
BOYD: Yeah? How's that?
(LIQUID POURS)
You really start a church
that lets in coloreds?
BOYD: Well, I believe I also
taught you never let politics
stand in the way of business.
What kind of business you and
I got?
BOYD: Well, you had a sister,
as I recall, up in pine point.
Actually, all three of my
sisters done a stretch up in
there.
BOYD: But one of them is
still in.
Gretchen.
You know, an attitude like
her's, it's gonna be awhile
before she takes a walk in a
yard without a fence.
BOYD: Hmm.
Now, actually, I got a call
from Gretchen this very morning.
Said a girl with the last name.
Crowder got busted in there for
some set-to in Harlan lockup.
I guess that ain't no
coincidence.
BOYD: Why, no, it is not.
Gunnar Swift, I don't remember
you being this sly.
Well, you're the one that
taught me... brawn's not enough.
BOYD: Neanderthals were so
strong, their muscles would bend
their bones.
You see a neanderthal walking
around with a cellphone?
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
Who's the girl?
As far as I recall, you don't
have a sister.
BOYD: Well, for simplicity's
sake, let's just call her my
wife.
Congratulations.
And you want Gretchen to see
that's she's looked after, huh?
BOYD: Mm.
For how long?
BOYD: As long as it takes.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Well, Gretchen's gonna need a
little money for her commissary.
BOYD: Well, this should keep
her in tuna and kool-aid for a
little while.
(GLASSES CLINK)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(CHELSEA BARKING) Alison:
(GASPS) (SIGHS)
DARRYL: Are you Kendal's social worker?
ALISON: We're not supposed to
enter the house if there's
a dog on the loose.
DARRYL: Danny, come get your
animal! Most times, they bark
so they ain't got to bite.
ALISON: Yeah. It's just, uh...
DANNY: Chelsea!
ALISON: It's more a liability
thing than, uh, anything.
When there's a dog living in the
home, technically, we're required
...Darryl: Dog don't live in the
home. Dog lives outside.
DANNY: Yeah, don't mind
Chelsea. He just gets excited when
he smells something he likes.
ALISON: Are Kendal and Wendy here?
DARRYL: No, they ain't here.
They at the store. We didn't
expect you till later.
ALISON: Yeah, the drive was
faster than I thought. Darryl: All right.
Well, come on in.
Don't be a jitterbug. Danny gonna
put the dog outside. Go on.
Put the dog outside, man!
Let that dog ***.
DANNY: I'll get acquainted
with you later.
WENDY: Little help here!
Hey! Anybody!
(DOOR CLOSES) Oh, hi!
Wanted to have some hors
d'oeuvres out for you...
show you this
is a nice, hospitable,
Christian home.
ALISON: Oh, I know. I'm sor... I'm early.
WENDY: Oh.
KENDAL: Couldn't wait
to see me again, huh?
WENDY: That's enough, Romeo.
Head on up to your room.
Do your homework.
Let Ms. Brander do her job.
KENDAL: Talking to me is her job.
I mean, who else's wellness is
she here to check on?
WENDY: Well, actually,
she's not allowed
to speak to you
directly unless she
has a warrant or
some sort of exigent
circumstance.
Isn't that right?
ALISON: Actually,
it's a little more
complicated than
that. Wendy: Go on up to your room.
DARRYL: When you done, I'll
come up there... we throw some bones.
WENDY: So, uh...
DARRYL: Dominoes. Alison: Hmm.
WENDY: Darryl give you the
tour? What's the verdict?
This place fit for human
habitation? ALISON:
What happened in Miami?
WENDY: Oh. Well, I decided
my place there's too small.
A teenage boy takes up some space.
ALISON: This place has a lot
of that. Wendy: Mm-hmm.
ALISON: Do you happen to have
the rental agreement for the home?
WENDY: Yeah, of course.
I'll go get that for you.
(INHALES SHARPLY) Um...
Say, how long have you been
going with that marshal? ALISON:
What makes you think...
WENDY: Oh, stop. I have an
eye for that sort of thing.
Of course, if you ask
me, I think he's about
the most judgmental
*** I ever hope
to meet, but I will allow
he's easy to look at.
Of course, you put those things
together, you probably
got the perfect recipe
for a man just about
guaranteed to break your
heart. I have an eye for
that sort of thing, too.
There you go. I made an extra
copy for you, special.
ALISON: Thank you. (CHELSEA
SNARLING) Danny: (MUTTERING)
Oh, that's good, Chelsea. Oh,
it's good, Chelsea. Yeah. Yeah.
Leaving so soon, Ms. Alison? Yeah.
Oh, yeah. Play with Chelsea?
Want to pull on the rope? Yeah, yeah!
Come on! (CHELSEA GROWLING)
Yeah! (GRUNTING) Yeah.
Don't you run. Yeah? Chelsea
will Chase you if you run.
Huh? (BARKS) (CHUCKLES)
ALISON: (SIGHS) Danny:
(BARKS) Don't you run.
(BARKING)
(CHUCKLES)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
ALISON: (GASPING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(DOOR BEEPING) Danny:
(BARKING) Alison: (GROANS)
DANNY: (LAUGHING) Whoo!
(DOOR CLOSES)
ALISON: (GROANS) Art: Anything else?
RACHEL: I hear Theo's
refusing to talk at all.
Wouldn't
even tell the doctors
his blood type.
ART: Of course not. He's got integrity.
TIM: Plus, problem with
being top of the food chain is you
can't dime out the guys above you.
I mean, we already got bin laden.
Okay, are we seriously not gonna
talk about it? RACHEL: Talk about
what, your Bin Laden joke?
Not your best. Tim: Raylan's eye.
What, did you slip in art's
shower? Remember? 'Cause
that's how art hurt his
hand. Raylan: That
bullet-counting thing.
ART: What, the inventory?
RAYLAN: I'll do it.
ART: Thank you, Raylan.
I appreciate that. Rachel: I'll help.
You said they wanted it asap,
right?
ART: Yep.
RAYLAN: We ought to come
up with a good excuse.
People see us going into storage
together, might get some funny ideas.
RACHEL: Why wouldn't we just
tell them the truth? RAYLAN: That
we volunteered for inventory?
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Rachel: Okay, yeah.
We need an excuse.
ALISON: Before you say anything...
What the hell happened to your
face?
RAYLAN: You first.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
DARRYL: J.B., where you at, man?
Getting a little concerned.
Call me back, man. ♪
DANNY: Maybe he shacked up with one
of them hookers. Darryl: Yeah.
DANNY: Want to check the trailers?
DARRYL: Mm.
You sure you ain't heard from him?
DANNY: Not a word.
DARRYL: Mm. Nothing, huh? It
ain't like him to go M.I.A.
DANNY: Yeah, well, a lot of
hillbillies around here. You know?
Maybe he's swinging from a tree.
DARRYL: Oh, ***, man.
Ain't none of them up to task.
Don't suppose you got any ideas
where Baptiste is, huh?
KENDAL: No. Darryl: Hold up.
You sure there ain't something
you ain't telling me? 'Cause
if there is, you best spill.
DANNY: Darryl, I mean...
DARRYL: But I asked you.
You ain't have nothing to say.
DANNY: Well, I didn't want
to 'cause any trouble.
DARRYL: About what?
DANNY: Well, I'll tell you.
Look, Baptiste... he was...
he was talking a
lot of *** about
you. Darryl: Saying what?
DANNY: You know, that... you
know you... he didn't...
he didn't have
enough money and that
you couldn't provide.
DARRYL: Provide? DANNY:
And I told him.
That's exactly
what I told him.
I said, "listen, here, darkness. Okay?
You ever talk about my brother"
like that again, I'll cut you.
Yeah, and then
he said, you know, he
should have stayed in
Florida, and I said,
"well, get your dumb ***
back to Florida." And he
said, "maybe I would."
Just like that. Darryl: You heard
him talking *** like that?
KENDAL: Yeah. Just like Danny said.
DARRYL: Now, if he had a
problem, why his *** *** didn't
come and say something to me?
DANNY: Oh, he's... he's
a ***, you know.
He probably didn't want to be
talked out of it. (CLANG)
Come on, you dumb ***!
DARRYL: Go one and deal with that, man!
DANNY: Hey!
Stop that woman! Hey! Come here!
I didn't do nothing. Hey!
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Rachel:
She gonna be all right?
RAYLAN: She'll be fine. Rachel:
Why didn't she call the cops?
RAYLAN: Guessing 'cause she was
worried they'd give her a field test.
RACHEL: ***? Pot? Wow, she
just keeps getting better.
How come you pushed basement? RAYLAN:
That's where you count bullets.
RACHEL: Please. I'm going with you.
RAYLAN: Where am I going?
RACHEL: You're going down to
Harlan to kick Danny Crowe's ***.
RAYLAN: Fine. You can drive. (CROW
SQUAWKING) How long you have it?
DEWEY: Not long enough. Why
are you getting rid of it?
DEWEY: Hitting the road. I need
some traveling money. All right!
I'll take it. Let's load her up!
(GRUNTS)
Wait. The hell's that?
DEWEY: Oh, that there's the
minor cosmetic damage. I put
it on the sign. Cosmetic?
This thing is blown to ***!
It ain't no pool! It's junk!
$800, my ***. Dewey: How much
you want to give me, then?
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Give you 20 bucks,
take it straight
to the scrap yard.
DEWEY: How far am I supposed
to get on 20 bucks?
I paid $1,000 for this thing!
Yeah, well, when you did, it held water!
20 bucks, final offer.
DEWEY: This here pool was my dream.
I ain't selling it for no 20
bucks! Then I ain't
wasting no more time.
Oh, ***! DEWEY: In fact, I
ain't gonna sell it at all!
I ain't giving up on my dream!
(ENGINE TURNS OVER)
I ain't giving up on my dream!
DANNY: (GRUNTS) Dewey: Danny!
What the hell happened?
DANNY: What's it matter?
Guys around here
think buying a drink
buys them a license to
talk ***. Now, which one's his?
DEWEY: It's that one there, I
believe. Danny: (GRUNTING) Oh, God.
This whole place is
***-backwards, Dewey. You know that?
How you doing, sweetheart?
Yeah, God damn it, I was
having a good hair day.
DEWEY: Can I ask you
something, Danny? DANNY: (GRUNTS)
DEWEY: If I get Darryl the
money I paid Boyd
for Audry's, do you
really think he'd
leave Kentucky?
DANNY: Well, you produce
that type of cash,
we'd all like to cut
this *** hole loose.
Hey. Danny: (SIGHS)
Go to sleep, Ginger.
(PANTING) I see your wheels
turning there, cousin.
Huh? Need I remind you, we
leaned pretty *** Crowder
ourselves and he didn't budge.
DEWEY: I know.
DANNY: So, what's your idea?
DEWEY: We grab him, put
a gun to his head,
tell him to hand over the
money or he's a dead
man. Danny: (CHUCKLES) (LAUGHS)
You're a *** genius. You know that?
(LAUGHS)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
AVA: When do I get to see Boyd?
First things first.
I'm having you released into gen pop.
Boyd lined someone up to watch
your back. Ava: Why does
my back need watching?
You're young. You're pretty.
You shived a guard.
So the officers... Ava: I didn't do that.
You know that, right?
Look, I know that you and
Boyd paid me to stick
headphones in my ears,
but I assure you, I
am a good lawyer. Ava: You
got a line on the officer?
He went to ground. Nobody knows where.
Might have relatives out of
state. We're looking into that.
AVA: The way he was, he must
of tried to screw others before me.
We're looking into that, too.
AVA: You looking into security
cameras showing that I didn't do it?
All the ones in that area were turned off.
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
AVA: (SIGHS) Boyd send a
message at least? He did.
AVA: Can you help me?
We're closed!
Well, I must say,
you're about the last
person I'd expect
to walk in here.
DEWEY: Where's Boyd? Why?
You want to apologize?
DEWEY: For what?
Sending your idiot
cousin over here to
try and shake us
down. Dewey: I didn't send him.
Did you really think you
could muscle Boyd Crowder?
DEWEY: All I
think is, you don't
know the things I done.
You hear what happened to messer?
I ain't messer.
DANNY: Hey. Easy up there, partner.
Hey. Look right here.
How you doing? Why don't you just
tell us where the big boss man is?
Don't suppose you're Darryl Jr., huh?
'Cause I heard he was a big son
of a ***. Danny: I'm
plenty big enough for you.
Think so? DANNY: Yeah.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
You get that out of a cereal box?
DEWEY: I told you.
You got no idea what I'm capable of.
Now tell us where Boyd is.
You're about to step off a
mighty high ledge, Dewey.
DANNY: Oh, don't you worry,
'cause I'll catch him.
Yeah? DANNY: Yeah.
Well, who's gonna catch you?
DANNY: (GRUNTING) Dewey: What the
hell are we supposed to do now?
DANNY: (PANTING) Plan "B."
DEWEY: What the hell is
plan "B"? DANNY: We see how much
Boyd's gonna pay for his guy.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(SIGHS)
Berto, my man. Been a long time.
Yes, it has.
Wynn Duffy, Boyd Crowder,
this is Alberto Ruiz.
WYNN: And you must be Mr. Yoon.
And how do you know that?
Oh, the one wonton among the tortillas?
BOYD: I would have said
"kimchi in the salsa." That was good.
See, the Aenikkaeng were slaves
from Korea brought
over to Mexico to
work in plantations.
BOYD: I know.
I've read a lot of books about slavery.
WYNN: He's a history buff.
And some people think
that I would be
offended if you point
out the incongruity.
BOYD: Well, I assume you
want it pointed out.
And why would I want that?
WYNN: Because it suggests
you're very good at what you do.
I think Mr. Picker
told you we require
payment up front. Boyd: He did.
But we were hoping to
come to a different
understanding. The
hell is this, Boyd?
I gave these guys my word...
WYNN: We've
had some bad experiences
lately with the
pay-up-front business model.
Well, fortunately, the
people I represent rely
on me precisely because
they know I'm not like
them. I dislike beheadings, gentleman.
BOYD: So do we.
It's bad for business.
And the fact is,
the money in that bag
would only buy you
insurance against my
employers feeling taken
advantage of if anything
should go wrong in our
transaction, so I'm willing
to proceed without it.
I do want to make sure you
understand that my
employers would never let
anything jeopardize
their reputation as
men not to be crossed.
And if, at any
point, their
reputation needs to be
re-established... It
won't be me they send.
BOYD: Well, I assume we have
a deal.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Crowder!
(LOCK TURNS)
You're moving. Pack your ***.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You wanted out of that cell?
Welcome to gen pop. Yeah.
Ow! Yeah, pop, pop. (LAUGHTER)
AVA: Hey. I'm Ava. You're on top.
You bring drugs in here, leave
your used Maxis lying
around, you and I will
have a problem. Keep
your area clean, keep
yourself clean in
every way, and we
should get along famously.
Questions?
AVA: No. I'm Nikki, by the way.
AVA: Hi, Nikki.
WENDY: So, where's Crowder's guy now?
DEWEY: He's in a trunk.
WENDY: Alive? DANNY: Uh-huh.
Was when he went in.
DEWEY: We're gonna ransom him back.
WENDY: Oh, for God's sake.
Don't you know you
can't talk *** like
that around me? DANNY:
Where's Darryl?
(TRUCK APPROACHES) Wendy: Oh, Jesus.
DEWEY: How could they know
already? (TRUCK DOORS
OPEN) Danny: Oh, damn it.
WENDY: Hell you think you're doing?!
DANNY: What?
I ain't going away for 20 years.
I got
nothing to lose. I'm
gonna take my shot.
WENDY: No, no, no, no. Danny. We
don't know yet why they're here.
They can't open the
trunk without a reason,
same like they can't come
in the house without
a reason. Right? So we're
not gonna give them a
reason. You got it?
Now, you two stay here.
Stay out of sight. I'll
go handle the marshal.
DANNY: (SIGHS)
She's like nails on a
chalkboard.
WENDY: Marshal! Surprised
to see you here.
RAYLAN: Guess I could say the
same, since I was lead
to believe you just
about swore you're
taking the boy to Miami.
WENDY: So, to what do I owe the pleasure?
RAYLAN: Where's Danny?
WENDY: Oh! I haven't seen
him since this morning?
Why? RAYLAN: Well, Kendal's social
worker... she left here last
night. He followed her,
ran her off the road.
Now, I'm willing to concede there's
a chance he did it on his own.
WENDY: How about being willing to
concede he didn't do it at all?
RACHEL: Oh, I guess
he's just someone
else who decided to
bark like a dog.
WENDY: I'm sorry. I don't think we've met.
My name is Wendy.
RACHEL: Deputy marshal Brooks.
WENDY: So, why would Danny
bark? RAYLAN: Well, your brother's
a world-class dumb-***... no
of fence... so I hesitate trying to
analyze what goes on in his head.
But if I had to
guess, I'd say it was
his way of trying
to call me out.
WENDY: Hmm. Well,
as I said, he's not
here, but I'm happy
to give him the
message. Raylan: Not here, huh?
That's a lot of cars for just
you. Wendy: You got no
'cause to enter our house.
RAYLAN: Not your house.
In fact, I
know the fellow who
owns this place.
WENDY: You know what I mean.
Alison saw the
rental agreement. Raylan:
Yeah, she told me.
WENDY: Deputy, unless
you show me a warrant,
you best not step
through that door.
RAYLAN: You'd be
surprised where all
a marshal can go
without a warrant.
WENDY: If you're
allowed to violate the
fourth amendment, I would
be very surprised.
RAYLAN: If I suspect
the man who owns this
house is chained up the
basement or, worse...
given your family... cooking in a
pot, I can go just about anywhere.
WENDY: You want to talk to Mike?
Is that gonna assuage your dark
imaginings? RAYLAN: Sure. Bring him out.
WENDY: He's not here.
He's at his store.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
What's up? You got good timing.
Just last night, it was raining
like an old cow *** on a flat rock.
I'm Penny.
You're Ava, right? Word is,
you almost killed a guard.
AVA: Yeah, well, I didn't really do that.
Can I give you a piece of
free advice? AVA: Sure. Next
time someone asks, don't
say you didn't do it. Ava: So
what am I supposed to say?
"He wasn't the first. He won't be
the last." Don't say anything.
Half these *** are snitches.
And you don't
want anyone getting it
in her mind to test
you. Look, the best way to get by
around here is to be left alone.
AVA: Yeah, well, I'm not sure
that's up to me. Hey, Penny.
Patrice. How you doing? Be
better once you introduce
me to this little piece of white fish.
Ava's no fish.
She just got transferred
from the Harlan lockup.
Oh, I guess that means you
the one that shived that hack, huh?
What happened... he tried to get
fresh? Guess it's hard
to blame him. Mm.
I do like that good hair. ***, Patrice.
You got issues.
That's just white-girl hair. Ava:
Look, I don't want any trouble.
Oh, no trouble.
Nichelle here just gets
kind of militant when
it comes to some
things. Me, I say we all the
same color where it matters.
(CLEARS THROAT)
AVA: Thank you. Excuse us.
Ava, I'll see you around.
I'm Gretchen Swift.
Boyd paid my brother,
Gunnar, to see you looked after.
AVA: Well, I... aah! Ohh!
Your man is a race traitor.
AVA: Let go of me!
Race traitors are the only
thing I hate more than
these black ***.
You really do got nice hair.
AVA: No! Let go of me! You
best stop moving, Princess.
You keep thrashing
around, we might
slice something that
won't grow back.
AVA: Let go of me! (SCREAMING) (CHUCKLES)
Stop!
Stop!
BOYD: Boy leaves my bar unattended,
I'm inclined to dock his pay.
Check in the back. Carl?
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
Carl? BOYD: Geist. Getting
to be it makes me
nervous to see your name
pop up on my cellphone.
You know who did it?
(BEEP) Carl ain't here. Boyd?
BOYD: Ava got jumped. I thought
Gunnar's sister is looking after her?
BOYD: Gunnar's sister is the
one who did it.
Jimmy, I'm gonna need you to run an errand.
Thank you, young man.
KENDAL: Ma'am. Nice day, now.
You too.
(BELL JINGLES)
RAYLAN: Shouldn't you be in school?
KENDAL: It's a holiday.
RACHEL: What holiday is that?
KENDAL: I don't know.
Some mopey, cultural ***...
Greek new year's, Chinese Easter.
RAYLAN: Guess it's better
than the last place I found you working.
KENDAL: Getting paid to look
at half-naked girls all day?
Yeah, I was miserable.
RACHEL: We're looking for
Mike. (SAW WHIRRING)
DARRYL: Who the hell is
Mike? RAYLAN: Fellow who owns
this store, owns the house you're
living in. Darryl: You talking about
Mr. dorn or Thorn or whatever?
RAYLAN: Wendy didn't call to warn you?
DARRYL: She said y'all was
looking for Danny. Rachel: Well,
now we're looking for Mike.
Where is he? DARRYL: Um,
***, I don't know.
I guess he went out or something.
RAYLAN: What do you intend to
do with that saw? DARRYL: Oh, you know.
Saw things.
RAYLAN: Like, saw
an old man's body
apart before you put
it into a hole?
DARRYL: No. Got yourself a dark,
twisted mind, don't you, Raylan?
You ought to come with me.
RAYLAN: Keep an eye on the kid.
DARRYL: You hear any shots, Kendal,
you know what to do. Hey, man.
Someone's here to see you. Hey, Raylan!
What brings you down here?
RAYLAN: I went by your house.
There's a
family living there. Uh, yeah.
New tenants.
Is there a problem? RAYLAN:
Curious what they're doing there.
DARRYL: Man, we just
exchanging hard-earned
American dollars for
a place to stay.
RAYLAN: Be quiet. Mike? Well,
the nicest girl showed
up at my door... redhead.
Had her little
brother with her... the
one working out at
the counter. Claimed she had no
money and living out of a car.
Couldn't call myself a Christian
if I didn't try to help.
RAYLAN: What about this one
and his brother, Danny, and that dog?
They living in the car, too?
Well, they just kind of
showed up.
RAYLAN: I want you to tell them
you can't rent to them anymore.
DARRYL: Oh, hold up, man!
You can't do that!
RAYLAN: Be quiet, and I ain't
gonna tell you again. Tell them,
uh, they can't live in your house.
Cabin, too? RAYLAN: What cabin?
My hunting cabin.
That was part of the deal.
♪ (KNOCK ON DOOR)
Gunnar is, uh, holed
up with about a
half-dozen of his
Hitler-humpers.
Seems like they're
just waiting for us
to circle back around.
BOYD: (SIGHS)
You know I'll follow
you anywhere, Boyd.
But it seems to me like it won't
pay to go straight
at them when they're
casting a shadow this
much bigger than ours.
I'm gonna try one more time to raise Carl.
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
DANNY: Hey, stop embarrassing yourself,
chopping that wood like that.
DEWEY: (CHUCKLES)
Yep.
Carl, where in the hell you been, man?
We got trouble.
DEWEY: Well, wouldn't you like to know.
(BREAKING AUDIO)
Carl. Carl! DEWEY: What?
No! No, I'm not Carl! (BREAKING
AUDIO) What the... ***.
God damn this thing! I think
he said something about shoes.
(BEEP) (RINGING) Boyd: Hello.
DEWEY: Yes, so I was saying...
(BREAKING AUDIO)
BOYD: No, I can't hear you.
(BREAKING AUDIO)
DEWEY: Boyd?
Is that you?
BOYD: Now, I'm gonna
give you 30 minutes to
be where you should have
been 30 minutes ago.
DEWEY: Boyd?! Damn, this
reception is for ***!
(TRUCK APPROACHES)
(BEEP) (RINGING) Danny!
Oh, ***. (BEEP) (TRUCK DOORS CLOSE)
(TAPPING ON GLASS) You didn't
tell me we was expecting guests.
I would have cleaned up.
DANNY: Shut your mouth.
Deputy. Heh. Your girl
give you my message?
Thing is, it's just not a good
time, though. Raylan: Well,
let's make it a good time.
DANNY: (GROANS) Rachel:
(GRUNTS) (CHELSEA BARKING)
DANNY: Chelsea, sic 'em!
Sic 'em, Chelsea!
RAYLAN: Just so you know, it
comes to it, first one
that takes a bullet
is this dog. Danny: Chelsea!
Quiet!
RACHEL: Besides, beef
for kidnapping...
it got to be better
than dying up here in
this cabin. Now, who said
anything about kidnapping?
RACHEL: Excuse me? Suppose
he never kidnapped me, huh?
Suppose I'm, uh, here of my volition.
RACHEL: Being that you're
beat-up and tied to a chair?
Well, Danny and
I here, we never did
settle on a safe word,
did we? DANNY: Yeah. We share
some things in common.
RAYLAN: I don't believe we've met.
I'm Carl.
And you're... Raylan, right?
We have a
friend in common.
RAYLAN: Boyd Crowder.
Little embarrassing, you happening
upon us in such a state.
But, seeing as how
there's no criminally
unbecoming activity currently
going on, let's say
Danny here cuts me loose
and we all just go
on our way, huh? RAYLAN:
Meaning, you go
loose, then you go back
to Boyd, and the two
of you settle up with
Danny at your leisure.
Something like that?
Well, I'm not a
fortune teller, so who
can tell what the
future holds? RAYLAN:
Well, look at that.
I think we may have come up with
a peaceful resolution.
DANNY: Yeah, we have.
Real peaceful.
DARRYL: Hell, no! That's ***!
I ain't going nowhere!
WENDY: Darryl, you know
I've been on board
with this whole
"trying to start..."
DARRYL: You ain't trying to do nothing!
You're trying to go back to
Miami, right? WENDY: We
have got to face the facts!
The house is gone. Danny's probably
on his way to jail as we speak.
Let's just cut our
losses now and go
before that marshal
grabs Kendal again.
Kentucky is over for us, Darryl.
The only
one doesn't seem to
know that is you.
I mean, why do you think Jean
Baptiste... Darryl: Man, forget him!
All right, he's soft!
WENDY: No, he
could see the writing
on the wall.
DARRYL: Wendy, I ain't going nowhere!
You hear me?!
I've been busting my ***
trying to keep this
family together. Wendy:
What, and I haven't
been?! If it wasn't for me, Kendal
would be in a Foster home right
now. Darryl: ***, Danny.
Marshals did that to you?
DANNY: How do you guys
know about the marshals?
DARRYL: He told me.
DEWEY: Yeah, I went to get help,
but I got lost in the woods.
DARRYL: They got Crowder's guy, also?
DANNY: Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I-I-I-it's all right. Yeah.
Carl said that he ain't gonna
press charges. He said we were
up there doing some sex thing.
And it was, uh... it was consens...
con... it was, uh, c-consexual.
DARRYL: Man, that's
good for the law, but
what you think Crowder's
gonna do, huh?
You almost started a war, man. You
a problem, man! You know that?
Yeah, why you have to run
that lady off the road?!
DANNY: Oh, here we go.
You gonna blame it on me?! Is that it?!
You gonna blame it on me?!
WENDY: Hey! Stop it!
BOYD: Family and
disfunction go together
like peanut butter
and chocolate. I come in peace.
Him, not so much.
DARRYL: What you want?
BOYD: I just
figured it's time we had a chat...
try to
de-escalate. Dewey: Well, it
don't matter no more, Boyd.
They're leaving. Boyd:
Well, I hate to
hear that, because
I was thinking we
might be the answer to
each other's prayers.
DARRYL: Is that right?
You gonna give me that money I
talked to you about? BOYD: Oh, no.
But, because I believe
in capitalism, I'll
give you an opportunity
to earn some.
I've got a job that needs doing.
DEWEY: Don't trust
him, cousin Darryl.
He's gonna screw you
over like he did to me.
BOYD: Shut up, Dewey, and sit
down. As I was saying...
BOTH: What's the job?
(THUDDING) (PANTING) (THUDDING STOPS)
I warned you Gretchen
had a bad attitude.
Now, you know race treason is a
serious crime, Boyd. Needed paying for.
BOYD: Well, then, I guess I'm
here for my refund. You always had
a pair of balls on you, Boyd.
But walking in here, all alone?
Hell,
you couldn't take me one-on-one.
You gonna take on one-on-six?
BOYD: (WHISTLES)
One lesson you could never
understand is "why make
an enemy when you can"
"make a friend?" Now, I
want you to meet my new
friend, Darryl Crowe, Jr.
(GRUNTS) Danny: Oh, yeah!
Nail him! Come on, Darryl!
Get him good!
Get him, Darryl! Come on, boy!
Get him, boy!
Yeah, get him good!
Come on, Darryl! BOYD: That's good.
(CHOKES)
BOYD: Now, Gunnar, I
know it's gonna be real
unpleasant for you
to talk for a little
while. But you need to let your
sister know that if anything else
happens to my woman... if
she cuts her leg shaving...
I'm gonna take it out on you
a hundredfold. Now, Carl, get
my *** money. (SNORING)
AVA: Nikki. What the hell?
AVA: I need your razor.
What razor? AVA: The one
you have in your mattress.
You going after Gretchen?
That's crazy.
AVA: I just need it for a second.
I'll give you commissary for a
week. A month. Ava: Fine.
You get caught with this,
you're on your own.
BOYD: Mr. Dunham! You're a
hard man to get a hold of.
Sorry about that. Been a
little busy down here lately.
BOYD: Oh, is that all?
I was starting to
worry you'd rethought
some of the bullet
points of our deal. No, it
ain't nothing like that.
I got my boys scooping up
your cousin as we speak.
BOYD: Well, in that case, no
apologies necessary. You thought
about how you want to deliver him?
I figured we bring him down with us
when we meet you in nuevo laredo.
You can have your time
with him there and bury
him in the desert before
we cross back over.
BOYD: Well, I look forward
to hanging up my piñata.
Now, Rodney, it's important that
our business down there
goes nice and smooth.
The people we're dealing with
don't strike me as the
type that go in for drama.
You remember that day in
the Bennett's barn...
you and me was buying
weed from Dickie? Be
just that smooth.
BOYD: Well, that's good to hear.
I'll see you the day after
tomorrow in Mexico. Don't
forget to pack your sunscreen.
So, what did he say?
BOYD: He said it would
go as smooth as the
last time we did
business together. That's good, right?
BOYD: Last time we did
business together, I robbed him.
RACHEL: (SIGHS)
You wanted to kick Danny
Crowe's ***, though, right?
RAYLAN: Well, there's a
certain satisfaction
seeing you pop
him in the nose.
RACHEL: (CHUCKLES)
Feeling cheated it wasn't you?
RAYLAN: You mean, you feel cheated?
RACHEL: Me? RAYLAN: Mm-hmm.
RACHEL: I'm glad it went how
it went. Raylan: Is that a fact?
RACHEL: What are you
implying? RAYLAN:
You wanted me to
come off the leash
so you could call
me to heel. That's why
you came along, right?
Report back to the boss
that the chronic-problem
deputy was kept in check
by the office kiss-***?
RACHEL: You might see it that way...
RAYLAN: Mm.
RACHEL: If you were a son of a ***.
RAYLAN: (CHUCKLES)
RACHEL: The other way
you could see it is
that, after all we've
been through, the trust
we've built, I came with
you in case you opened
up a crack and wanted to
talk about how bad you
could have messed
up that art has a
swole fist and you
got a black eye.
RAYLAN: (INHALES DEEPLY)
You're not a kiss-***.
I'm sorry I said that.
You know I think the world of you,
and I trust you with my life.
But, Rachel, I ain't
saying a *** thing
about me and art. Rachel:
'Cause if you did, it
would drive the
whole office into a
*** storm of
biblical proportion.
Isn't that right?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
ALISON: I asked you not to go
down there and stir the pot.
RAYLAN: If anything, I just
sniffed the pot. Got a
sense of what's cooking.
To tell you the truth, I didn't
have to kick Danny Crowe's
*** on your behalf.
Those animals are gonna rip
each other apart soon enough.
ALISON:
Well, steer clear
if that's the case.
You wanted to. It bugs you that you didn't.
RAYLAN: Kick his ***?
Would have had a certain satisfaction.
ALISON: Is that who you are,
Raylan? An old-time American hero?
RAYLAN: Just guy that does a
job. Alison: Tough job,
fist-fighting bad guys all day
long. Raylan: (CHUCKLES) ♪
I got this from my Chief. Long
story, gist of which is I'm no hero.
ALISON: Well, then, who are you?
RAYLAN: What?
ALISON: Who are you, really?
The guy
whose Chief punches
him in the eye?
That runs off to defend
the honor of a lady?
A guy that has a lady and the ex
and the baby daughter all
stashed out of state?
RAYLAN: I guess so.
What's your point? ALISON:
You are a hero, Raylan.
I met enough I.E.O.S to know.
RAYLAN:
(SIGHS) Alison: I
can tell you're a
man that would run into a burning
building without blinking an eye.
RAYLAN: (CHUCKLES)
ALISON: Thing is, I...
I think you're the one setting
the fire.
WENDY: Well, you just can't
get enough of us, can you?
BOYD: Well, my mama was a
redhead. Let's just say
I have an affinity.
WENDY: Uh-huh. Boyd: You
interested in growing that stack?
WENDY: Why, you gonna offer to
help us invest it or something?
BOYD: I got another job I need done.
Now, I understand that you are a
lawyer. Darryl: Man,
she ain't no lawyer.
BOYD: Well, whatever you
are, I'm gonna cue the
part of the conversation
you don't want to
hear so that you can go
on pretending you don't
know what your family
does for a living.
DARRYL: (EXHALES DEEPLY)
Man, you something else, Boyd.
I assume this
next job ain't gonna be
as fun as whupping on a
bunch of skinheads, am I right?
BOYD: Well,
that depends on your
definition of "fun,"
Darryl Crowe, Jr. I want you to
help me kill my cousin Johnny.
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