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NARRATOR:
Previously on Justified...
I need to check you
for a wire.
-RAYLAN: Won't find one.
-Still need to check.
In my dealings
with the late, great Sammy Tonin,
he told me that he had
a lawman in Kentucky.
If you want the full story,
you have to talk to Picker.
-Picker?
-He's laying low
in your neck of the woods
with a man named Wynn Duffy.
Yet here I am,
with a mandate
to remove the minor,
Kendal Crowe, into state's custody.
You ain't taking
my baby brother.
-I'll go.
-Kendal, you ain't going no...
No, Darryl.
Ain't up to me,
but I say we go.
Disrobe and bend over.
You disrobe and bend over.
-You good?
-Stop resisting.
(GRUNTING)
She's protected,
you stupid ***.
Never again, understand?
Never again. Never again.
The money
I offered Paxton,
how about that ends up
under your mattress?
In exchange for what?
Telling him you put
a bullet in the back of my head.
What's this skin?
You think he's
gonna turn up? Nah. He's gone.
This is it.
Three from the night you
and Jimmy almost got hit.
Rest from the night
they hit the shipment.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
(GROANS)
Hello?
Lee, I'm sorry to wake you.
Oh, well, as late as it is,
there better be
a meteor heading towards Kentucky.
Mr. Paxton, um, Lee,
a phone call came
in earlier tonight.
It was an anonymous tip.
Led us to a pretty
gruesome discovery.
We... Yeah, I am very groggy.
Could you just
please get on with it.
Well, okay.
I've got a bunch
of dead bodies that I'm looking at here,
and I'm not exactly sure
what to make of them.
What are you talking about?
I mean corpses.
Dead persons.
Stashed away in one
of your funeral homes
on orchard road.
Prison tats, gunshots,
blunt force.
It's *** victims
near as I can tell.
Tagged and waiting
for the oven.
No, no. That's impossible.
Well, see, the party that
called in this tip said that
"We would find
this horror show
"because you made
a deal with a local criminal element."
You son of a ***.
You told me he was dead.
Aw, Jesus.
You looking for this?
Disposing of ***
victims for money?
Well, that leaves
a bad taste in a Christian's mouth.
Small town don't run
on a 24-hour news cycle.
A small town never forgets.
Now word's gonna burn
through these hills
and hollers
like a wildfire.
The people
of Harlan county,
rich and poor,
will marvel at your
debasement and venality.
They will spit venom
when they speak your name.
And they will
take your suicide
as the last act
of a coward.
Now your reputation
is ruined,
your good word worthless,
but death will not
be the end of your suffering.
For generations...
(SHUDDERING)
...your children
and your children's children
will have a mark
against their name.
And that will be your legacy.
Mr. Crowder...
(GUNSHOT)
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
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
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
MAN: Excuse me.
Uh, you dropped a toonie.
Uh, no, I don...
I don't think I did.
No, I'm sorry.
Well, that's my mistake.
(COIN CLATTERS)
Four days ago you were
in the states.
You talked to the feds.
Detroit marshal's office.
Catch and release.
-You remember?
-Look...
I don't want any
trouble, okay, man?
Al, listen to me, okay?
What you told them,
you tell me.
I swear I don't know
what you're talking about.
My name's Eric.
(GUNSHOT)
Ahhh! Jesus Christ!
Come on!
Okay, we're gonna
do this again.
What you told them,
you tell me, okay?
All I gave them was
that there was a federal
who was on the airfield
the night that they
took out Nicky. That's it!
What about Sammy?
Sammy? Sammy's dead, man.
Come on! And?
Look, I told them
if they wanted the guy
who killed Sammy,
that the word was Kentucky.
A name?
I just told them what I...
What I heard.
I said it was Picker.
I told them it was Picker.
Wow.
Okay. Thanks.
Jesus. You shot my hand.
Yeah, I'm so sorry
about that.
(GROANS)
ALISON: So contact Dade
County office, circuit two,
-as soon as you can.
-WENDY: I will.
Wendy, can't get
a cocoa.
And, uh, if Miami
doesn't work out
for some reason?
ALISON: Oh, just let us know.
Other than that,
you're free to go.
Ms. Crowe,
welcome to Kentucky.
What's he doing here?
Well, I got
a courtesy call text.
I was in the shower,
why I'm late.
She's texting you
my business?
Our business,
as she is the case officer
and I am the officer-officer.
And to answer
your first question,
I'm checking on
the child's welfare.
How you doing, Kendal?
About to sell blood
to get a cocoa.
Other than that drama,
he's fine.
Can't I just have
one thin dime?
-WENDY: No.
-Here you go.
Please give that back.
Not likely.
Does your campaign
of harassment
against my family
know no limits?
Well, I gave the boy 10 cents.
No. You're messing
with his head.
You were the other night,
and you are again right now.
I hardly think that compares
to being 14 years old,
slinging beers to
*** and Johns.
Please tell me he
ain't going back there.
Ms. Crowe's taking her
brother back to Miami to live with her.
Yes, and if there's
nothing else,
I'm gonna get going.
It's a long drive.
-ALISON: Of course.
-No, Ms. Crowe.
I need to know something.
Best version,
you are the civilized
white sheep
in a clutch of cons,
killers, and lowlifes.
That's the best version?
Or you're a lackey
for each and every dipshit
brother of yours
that gets in legal trouble.
Deputy, if you're trying
to draw me into battle,
you've got the wrong Crowe.
I have no interest
in fighting you.
It's your brother
and his entourage
I want out of Kentucky.
To that end,
next you have a word,
tell him I'm gonna have
his parole reinstated.
And because
this is America,
I'm gonna file
enough injunctions
that he gets to stay
wherever he pleases,
as long as he pleases.
Come on, Kendal.
Jesus! That machine
hooked up to the septic?
WENDY: Come on.
Campaign of harassment?
I think that's
blowing it out of size.
Which is not a "No."
I wasn't kidding
about lowlifes.
Raylan, you have a problem
with that family, that's fine.
You're pissed because
you can't prove they killed someone,
that's fine, too.
But using that kid
in that fight
is nowhere near fine.
I was trying
to help the boy.
Or were you trying
to draw fire?
You get some cocoa.
It's delicious.
(MAN ON RADIO) National low-income housing
coalition issued a report,
and they found that
low-income households
can only afford $495 a month.
(INDISTINCT TALKING ON RADIO)
Now, the plight
of homeless families is not front-page news.
There aren't any crying TV
talk-show hostesses
interviewing
homeless children.
Poor homeless children
whose only wish is to have...
...as they sleep on outdoor
grates on cold, rainy nights.
Hey, excuse me.
Hold on one sec.
I got a friend in Jesus.
I support youth baseball.
Whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying.
No, I don't have a pitch.
I just have a question.
Do you always wait
in your car for an hour
before you go
get your breakfast?
Do I know you?
I don't know you.
I'm in town
for the convention.
Hmm.
No, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Buddy, you're gonna
want to take your hand off of me.
What business do you
have in the diner?
I don't know.
I was gonna eat,
stare off into space, you know, the usual.
I'll tell you what
I'd like to see.
My ***? Sorry, princess.
Your phone.
I'm gonna go now.
-What? Back to the Hyatt?
-The Hilton.
After a bite.
No, no, really,
you don't want to do that.
The food's no good here.
There's a really
great restaurant in the hotel lobby.
You're gonna stop me,
you mean?
We can make it official
if you want.
I could just arrest
you on suspicion,
take a look at your jacket,
find out where the
home office is.
You know what?
I did take a glance
at that menu.
The Hyatt is really
classing things up lately.
Mmm-hmm.
The Hilton.
That's what I meant.
Oh, uh, one more thing.
Smile.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
MAN: He wanted scrambled eggs,
and they brought him French toast.
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, wonderful.
Could you bring me
a cup of coffee
and some
ice water, please?
-Okay.
-Thank you.
Hello, gentlemen.
Who the hell is this?
Marshal Givens' boss.
Actually, there's only
one marshal in Kentucky,
Mr. Duffy. Raylan is
a deputy marshal,
and I'm a chief deputy.
So to what do we owe
the pleasure,
Chief Deputy Mullen?
Well, see, now you know
my name and I know yours,
but these two guys,
what, am I just gonna have to guess?
I'll bet you're Mike.
I'll show you
I did my homework.
I know that you are
his hairdresser.
You got it, pops.
Step outside,
I'll give you a clip.
Now, that means
that you must be,
Mr. Picker, right?
Ethan Picker.
You have a rather
noble profile, Mr. Picker.
Is that due to your
Greek heritage?
I got my nose from
a surgeon in Beverly Hills.
I just came to ask you,
if you'd take a short
walk with me, you know, talk in private.
I'm quite enjoying
my grapefruit juice.
The man really is enjoying
his grapefruit juice,
so if you have no
law-enforcement reasons
to further harass us,
have a good day.
Harass?
I thought I was
being rather genial.
I could be a lot less so.
But just between us chickens,
I'm not here
on official business.
Is that a fact?
If I were, I'd be compelled
to ask Mr. Picker here
about the ***
of Sammy Tonin.
But that'd be
official business,
and you know
that's a whole thing.
All I really want is a word.
Oh, ma'am,
I want you to
stay calm,
but as quickly as you can,
remove the people
from this restaurant, all right?
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
ART: Changed your mind.
It's more interesting,
isn't it?
Lift your arms.
I'm gonna search you for weapons.
I've got an FN .45
and a Walther.
That's how you want
to play it, huh?
(SOFTLY)
You know why I'm here.
'Cause you're
a boot-licking errand boy?
You talk to me like that
because you know I'm not here to work.
If I were,
there wouldn't be talking.
Hey, *** fingers,
I see you.
Everybody relax.
Easy, Mikey.
I'm just here to give
the man a ride.
I'm going for
a walk with him.
I'll wait.
A long walk.
You don't want
to blow me off.
Does anybody mind
if I order?
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
Your whole family.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
Come with me. Come on.
Let's go.
I can't let that happen.
(SIGHS)
Then we're in a pickle.
I'm gonna give you
10 seconds to leave,
and then,
I'm gonna shoot you.
FYI, that's kind of a thing
with these marshals.
You really think
you're that good?
I don't know.
I'm getting old.
But I'm probably
pretty good from this range.
Well, we don't really need
to make the 6:00 news.
Besides, a thing like this
has no expiration date.
Let's go.
I've changed my mind.
***.
I saved your ***.
You're coming with me.
Take the walk,
Mr. Picker.
We're not taking a walk.
-Then what?
-Shut up.
You spend your life thinking
you're one kind of person.
You get up every day,
put on clothes, you run
and do what needs doing,
try to have fun
somewheres in between.
That's who you figure you are.
All them things you done.
And then one day...
***.
*** what?
*** ***.
I ain't the things I done.
If I was, God damn,
I'd be one jacked-up whole piece of ***.
Hey, listen,
maybe you ain't just the things you done.
All I'm saying is, you do a thing
that... that you never done one day,
*** changes and you change
and things change
and everything's changing.
Hell you talking about, Dewey?
Is this 'cause
I stuck my finger up your butt last time?
No, no. No, I'm...
I'm just talking to y'all.
-Talking?
-It's weird.
Well, fine. To hell with it.
Now, I come here anyways
'cause I got something for both of you.
Now, I want you
to have this, Mina.
My pappaw gave it to me.
Wow.
It's a...
It's a turtle dog.
He carved it himself.
And, Teena, this is,
without doubt,
my most prized possession.
But I don't want
nothing more
that come from Florida
anyway anyhow.
You want to swap?
-Jimmy.
-Been a while.
You want your usual?
Yes, I do.
Four fingers of Elmer T.
Mmm. That's a good,
strong drink.
One of my favorites.
Most people too cheap to
pour a true double anymore.
That's what's wrong
with this world,
everybody's on the take.
DARRYL: Yep.
Well, I ain't
the promoting type,
but since you
brought it up,
I got my own spot
down the road.
Pour with a heavy hand,
got that good music
on the box,
and a young, pretty staff
that's real friendly.
Well, I like friendly people.
What's the name of your spot?
Right now
it's called Audry's.
But that's
going to change.
Lots of things
are gonna change.
Well, I appreciate
the invitation,
but I like it right here.
My kind of place, I guess.
To each his own.
This Boyd Crowder's
place, isn't it?
Well, it's says Johnny's
on the sign out front,
but I do believe
Mr. Crowder's the man in charge.
I heard he's some
big-time badass, huh?
Big time.
That's what they say.
I wouldn't
tell from the immediate surroundings, though.
Looks like the shack
after skinning gators all summer.
Yep.
It smells like it, too.
I'd keep my criticisms
to a whisper if I were you.
Well, it's just us
talking, right?
What's this Crowder
going to do?
Well, an unpredictable man
can be unpredictable.
Yeah, well, let's hope he's predictable
enough to show up at his own bar.
You looking to have a
conversation with the man?
Well, let me buy you
another round while you wait.
Jimmy, can I get two more
for my new friends...
I'm sorry,
I didn't get your names.
Darryl Crowe Jr.
To new friends.
Yeah. And how about you?
My name's Boyd Crowder.
(GUN ***)
God damn, man.
That was cool as ice.
I ain't gonna take
your compliment after taking your insult.
Now, you got
60 seconds to say
what it is you been
waiting to say.
You sold my cousin Dewey
a bill of goods, didn't you?
That *** ***
was a money loser
with a bartender
who not only had
his hand in the till,
but was cooperating with
the federal authorities.
Well, it sounds to me like you got a
problem with its current management.
Fifteen seconds.
Nah, man.
My problem is
with you, Boyd.
Crowes want purchase price
plus interest.
And if I say no?
It's funny, I didn't even
consider that you might say no.
Well, you ***,
you might want to
consider it.
So we're clear,
you are saying no?
I've been accused of
being a lot of things,
inarticulate ain't
one of them.
-Jimmy.
-That's $10 for the beer.
Plus tip.
Now get out of
my *** bar.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
-Hey.
-I will.
-Just the man I wanted to see.
-I bet.
Okay. Remember I was
down in Florida, came back...
-I did.
-Looking to revoke parole for Darryl Crowe Jr.
I do.
Are you talking to me
or them?
-You. She put me on hold.
-Okay.
I want to reinstate
the terms of his parole,
build a case with your help,
purge Kentucky of the Crowe family entire.
I know.
Can this wait?
-What?
-Well, look around, Raylan.
Big fish in the tank.
You want to talk purge,
let's talk later.
I'm back.
Um... What were we
talking about?
All right.
Mr. Dunham.
Boyd, how you doing,
brother?
I'm good.
Oh, brings me back
being here.
Used to be on this
very spot
was an old *** tonk
your daddy and I favored.
Yes, sir.
They had an old Ludwig kit with a
calfskin bass head on the stage.
Ever I come to town,
Bo and I'd sit down, get good and ***,
and play Guy Clark tunes
or Ray Price.
You know, when he got really
frisky, your daddy'd call out for Merle Travis.
He loved that man.
He idolized him.
Could never play like him,
but Bo about wore them records out.
So I guess you figured
out the puzzle.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have
called me all the way up here.
Any my cousin Johnny,
your new partner,
acted without authorization,
made you think,
"If that duplicitous
son of a *** can betray his own blood,
"what might he do to me?"
Else you wouldn't be here.
I'm not here to talk about
the internal dynamics
of my ***, Boyd.
I'm here to make reparations.
I'm prepared to give you
50 cents on the dollar.
Well, that's a very
generous offer.
I know what it's worth
down to the decimal point.
But to be blunt,
I'm gonna reject your offer.
Now, I have a counter
that I think you will find
both painless and profitable,
comparatively speaking.
I'm listening...hard.
You pay me nothing.
-I what?
-You apologize.
You turn over
my cousin Johnny
and you agree right now
to help me smuggle
*** across the border from Mexico.
(CHUCKLES)
The first two I'm gonna
have to think about.
The last one ain't
gonna happen.
You want me to move
from the low-risk,
high-reward weed business
into the high-risk,
high-mortality trade
of black tar?
Well, would it
sweeten your tea
if I offered to cut you in
down the line, 50/50?
You'd really be
willing to give up
half your take
on the ***?
Compared to what
I'm gaining,
I ain't giving up a thing.
Explains why art
went to Detroit.
-Art went to Detroit?
-About a week ago.
Are you going in?
Guys upstairs ID'd him.
This just jumped
to the top of the pile.
-I want in.
-Raylan.
Guy in there set my
ex-wife and me up for ***.
It's not about him anymore.
Of course it is.
I'm going in.
Well, your friend
at the restaurant
is a high-value target
at the DOJ.
Name is Elias Marcos...
Theo Tonin's consigliere
and one-man praetorian guard.
Went with him to Tunisia.
I remember you.
How you doing?
My old high school.
Big showdown.
Mmm-hmm.
That was a gas,
wasn't it?
Mr. Picker, we'd like your
help finding Marcos.
Him in the world represents
a disruption in the force.
Now, we know that Theo Tonin
left Tunisia two days ago
looking for help
with his heart ailment.
We just don't know where.
Hopefully some country with
friendly extradition laws. (CHUCKLES)
And what makes you think
I'm gonna help you find my ex-boss?
I don't know.
You shot his son.
Maybe he sent his top guy
to whack you.
I killed Sammy?
That's funny.
We got multiple sources
put you as the trigger man.
Sources?
No witnesses?
Please.
I'm not some rookie corner boy
you can scare into copping.
Well, it's just a matter
of time and pressure
before there's
a sworn statement.
Oh, you guys just love
the smell of your own farts, don't you?
Well, this has got to be
why Marcos didn't just pop him.
Probably wanted to
take him out in the countryside
and get some pliers
and a blowtorch
and work him over
a little bit,
maybe send Theo
a little snapshot.
That or he didn't
want to shoot it out with four armed men.
Genius.
Just give me two minutes.
Be my guest.
Alone.
I'm gonna have
a Diet 7UP.
I'll have one, too, princess.
You can suck the can
when I'm done.
I look forward to it.
Fear of black lungs
why I got out of the mines,
joined the service.
(SCOFFS) You was smart.
I thought I was smart.
Thought I would dodge it.
But here I am.
The world is full of
empty promises, Hayes.
I'm worried, Boyd.
Well, now, this...
is a promise you can
take to the bank.
Not that.
Not that.
I know you're solid.
It's just the thought of
never seeing my kids again.
My wife.
You just got to love
them *** your last days,
in your last minutes.
Yeah.
RAYLAN: They don't monitor
this room, you know.
You want
proper interrogation,
you got to go
down the hall.
Well, if you're gonna
use a rubber hose,
you might want to
close the blinds first.
I know why
you want to leave.
You want to take out
Marcos yourself,
meaning you got
a good idea where to find him.
So give me an address.
Or what?
All I'm asking is
you cooperate.
You want to threaten me.
I can see it on your face.
We've met once or twice.
Doesn't mean you know
me or my thoughts.
Tell you one thing.
Don't threaten a guy
who can blackmail you.
Careful what you say now.
Well, I thought you said they
didn't roll tape in this room.
That's not what I mean.
I want you to think
about something.
The reason you're
in a position to blackmail me
is because of
things I do...
Things you've witnessed me do.
So that's the threat.
That's simply
a statement of fact.
What's it gonna be?
Just relax, Mooney.
Everybody knows
what kind of man you really are.
That didn't stop LBJ
from getting elected.
It's just that I eat
in here every day.
Less the big deal we make it,
the better.
So give me my money.
You ought to enjoy life
a little.
And speaking of which,
I enjoyed your statement.
That's pretty funny,
you look at it a certain way.
Funny?
It's word for word.
I stated in Paxton's
last phone call
that he confessed to his
criminal corpse conspiracy.
(LAUGHS)
Now, that right there...
Now, if I have to spell out
why that's funny...
Maybe you're not so amused
as you are in a good mood.
Well, maybe you're right.
After everything my fiancee
and I have been through,
I got to say, today,
I am in a pretty good mood.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm gonna use the bathroom
and get you
what you got coming to you.
Good.
Maybe we should get
something to eat so it looks less suspicious.
Sheriff Mooney.
This is what you get
when you cross my family.
(GASPS)
(ALL SCREAM)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
That was Hayes' workman.
He's got the black lung.
He ain't long for this world.
Won't even see a trial.
But in six months' time,
his wife and his boys
will have enough money
to give them
a leg up in this life.
The money that's
supposed to be mine.
Every last dollar.
So I get nothing?
While I don't have any money
for you, Mrs. Paxton,
know you don't walk away
with nothing.
Now, you leave Harlan county
and you don't come back.
(SIRENS WAIL DISTANTLY)
(BUZZER RINGING)
The dominoes have fallen,
to coin a phrase.
The suicide of Lee Paxton,
the *** of Mooney
have made a shambles
of this case.
Judge bishop is ready
to dismiss.
Now, the bottom line is,
we're gonna get you
out-processed
first thing in the morning.
You're gonna be home,
a free woman,
by 9:00 or 10:00 a.m.
-Could you give us a minute?
-Absolutely.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey...
First thing I get out
tomorrow morning,
you take me out to eat?
You want a cat head or
a tenderloin biscuit?
Scattered, smothered,
and covered.
God damn,
I have missed you so much.
I want to fall asleep
in your arms and wake up in your arms
and hold you forever
in our house.
Alone.
(WHISPERS) Quiet.
(BUZZER RINGING)
Thank you.
You take care.
I'll see you
tomorrow morning.
I'll be here at 8:59.
(CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LOUD THUDDING)
(MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)
Oh, look who's here.
Old Wendy.
Here you go.
-You're welcome.
-Hmm.
So, uh,
this is your big plan, huh?
You don't like?
No, it's not too bad
if you like the smell
of cheap beer and stale ***.
No wonder they drug him
out of here.
Oh, that marshal
ain't have no right...
No, he had every right,
and I don't blame him.
That kid's sleeping on
couches all Swiss cheesed...
Hurricane Wendy
all the way from the Gulf Coast!
How the hell did you stay
in the car with her for four hours, huh?
Wow. Look at that shirt.
It's real pretty.
Your foster family
give you that?
Bet you a dollar it's from
J.C. Penney.
-Let me see the tag.
-Quit it.
I said let me
see the tag.
Leave me alone!
Danny, cut it out, man!
KENDAL: Leave me alone, man.
It's like herding
cats with them, man.
I ain't never had
the patience to deal with that *** like you.
Oh, you wanted this,
didn't you?
DARRYL: What?
You crafty little ***.
You wanted me
to come up here,
read you the riot act,
and get your sorry ***
in gear, didn't you?
We are better off
with you than without you.
No, no, no.
Not this time.
I am leaving.
Well, I ain't.
I ain't going nowhere.
All right?
We setting down roots.
-Oh, is that so?
-That's so.
Yeah?
Well, let me tell you
a little something.
That marshal's looking to
reinstate your parole,
so best-case scenario,
you are in Kentucky for three weeks.
Nah, you need to do
better than that.
All right?
You need to shut him down.
Lawyer his ***.
Darryl, believe me,
I will do the very best I can.
This family needs to
stay together.
To wit, you need to find
a fit place for that boy to lay his head.
You have any ideas
or you want them to just take him away again?
No and no.
But I ain't got no money
just yet.
No, of course you don't.
The money will come, Wendy.
Well, until it does,
you have got to
find a house.
So, what, you ain't
got no ideas?
Don't be cute with me.
Come on.
You're supposed to be the smart one.
(SIGHS)
Well, you could do
the old thing.
We could do
the old thing.
-The old thing works.
-The old thing works good.
(SIGHS)
Well, I don't have
X-ray vision,
but I don't think there's a hidden
compartment in any of these trucks.
You think Picker was
jerking us around?
Or Markos was already gone
by the time we got here.
Why were you looking
for Picker?
Tim and Rachel said
you went to Detroit?
Unless he's been here
the whole time.
(GUNFIRE)
(GROANS)
We're clear?
Clear!
Holy Lord,
that gun was bad.
Damn.
Look at that thing.
Did you see that thing?
Darn, no,
I must have missed it.
Speaking of which, you might want to
log a few hours at the range.
***, though.
That's our link
to Theo Tonin, dead and gone.
I've admired it ever since
the day you showed up.
It's like corn silk.
(CHUCKLES)
You got nice hair, too.
Oh, please.
It's tangled
and fit for rats.
I blame my daddy...
Italian blood,
hair all thick and greasy.
It's been ***
my whole life.
You get out, need work,
check out the salon
in Corbin.
Tell them I told you
to stop by.
I ain't getting out
anytime soon.
But I appreciate it
just the same.
Bed check.
It ain't Toss Tuesday.
Yeah, well, Barbie getting
discharged tomorrow,
or didn't you hear?
I heard.
Then lock the lip down
unless you want a report.
Oh, you're just mad
someone cut your knot.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Holy ***, girl.
You got a *** up in here?
No.
You put that there.
That ain't mine.
What were you
fixing to do, huh?
Hurt somebody?
Your cellie?
Me?
NO.
Hey, come on.
Wait.
You know what kind of
deep *** you'd be in...
if you did...
This?
(INHALES DEEPLY)
And this?
Oh, my God.
Bye-bye, honey.
(DOOR RATTLES)
Sorry, Ava.
Like I said, I ain't
getting out no time soon.
Man down. Help.
-Help.
-She shanked the guard!
Ava shanked the guard!
(AVA WHIMPERS)
(SIRENS WAIL)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Gentlemen...
You should see this.
Hello, Theo.
(LAUGHTER)
TIM: But that face...
I bet that's the same look
Saddam had coming out the spider hole.
RACHEL: Man was gonna fly
10 to 12 hours in a can.
(CHUCKLES) Can you imagine?
He had nice pillows.
(LAUGHTER)
What, he's still
on the phone?
What, is he talking
to Holder now?
He's done with Holder.
What's the deal on Picker?
Well, he seemed
genuinely flattered
that Theo came out of hiding
to personally execute him.
Otherwise, nothing
to keep him on, so we let him go.
Man, you are sending him
off in grand fashion, huh?
What's he got left?
Eight months?
Theo *** Tonin.
If that isn't the cap
to a guy's career, I don't know what is.
(CLATTERS)
KENDAL: Ain't you supposed
to be getting groceries?
Wendy told you.
Ain't nobody listen to me,
so I ain't listening to them.
Here we go.
They didn't listen
to me when I said, "Kill the marshal."
Now we all got
this headache.
He had a gun.
Man, you're dumb.
Just dumb.
Take aim, boy.
Like you got a gun.
I'm gonna show you what
can and can't be done.
(BLOWS)
How I would have done it.
I know the 21-foot
rule, okay?
Yeah.
(GRUNTS)
You flinched.
Yeah, I damn flinched.
Crazy *** running
at me with a knife.
Get out of my face.
What's this?
Why nobody do nothing?
Why you change your shirt?
Hey.
Why you change your shirt?
It was itchy.
You changed
because of this one.
No.
Danny, Danny, Danny boy.
Where's the food?
Food?
Wendy has given you a list.
Did you get the food?
Oh.
Well, J.B., I...
I guess I forgot.
-Hmm.
-Yeah.
So maybe you can go now.
Yeah, well, I already
got one *** trying to be my mama.
I don't need two.
Do you mean this
when you call me "***"?
It's just a word.
***.
(CHUCKLES)
-It's just a word.
-Yeah.
Now, see, I prefer
sticks and stones
'cause I like to break bones.
(CHUCKLES) That's not
the way you should be talking to me, homie.
A man that just
talks is no man.
I'm warning you.
If I want to fight you,
Danny, I just come at you.
I give you 21 feet.
I give you
your best knife.
Don't be ignorant.
Have you done this really?
This 21-foot rule?
Hell, yeah.
Well, then, do it again.
But give me a real gun.
No ***.
Let's do it.
Not today.
I got some
groceries to pick up.
Yes, you do.
Kendal, where's that
*** list?
I ain't got it.
(GUNSHOT)
Whoo!
Suck on that, ***!
My ears, Danny!
You push me,
and I teach you what's up!
Oh, my God. He's...
He's Haitian hamburger's
what he is.
You killed him.
You ain't gonna lose
your ***, are you?
Ain't gonna tell nobody?
Just say no.
I won't say a word.
That's right.
It's our little secret.
Put that behind the bar.
I got to get some plastic.
Come on, man.
-You're cleaning me out over here.
-Let's go. Let's go.
Who's winning?
Me.
-Why do you let him play?
-That's what I'm saying.
Equal opportunity, boss.
-Yeah. Quota.
-That's right. Affirmative action.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
See.
Oh, oh.
You can't.
Okay. I got it.
I got it.
Need to interrupt real quick. I was just
wondering if you heard the news, Johnny.
Well, being that you're the main newsman
around here, if you ain't told me, then no.
Boyd's got another
shipment coming in.
Well, he lit that candle
back up quick.
Not Detroit.
I got it on good authority
he's striking up a connection
with the Mexicans.
Mexicans? Ho-ho!
Damn, it's hard times.
Well, I figure that wind's
being favorable lately.
Maybe we double down
and we hit that shipment, too.
There you go.
Yeah, that is
big-balls bold. I like it.
I knew you would.
One question, though.
You got this on good authority from who?
Boyd.
Game's over.
I need you to come with.
(CHUCKLES)
You and him cut a deal?
Sorry, son.
(JOHNNY CHUCKLES)
Well, one more question
before I go.
How did you spend your
take of our first hit?
That's what
you're asking me?
I invested it.
It's always best to make
your money work for you.
That's funny.
I did much the same.
I didn't even take my cut.
I split it three ways.
People power. It's a pretty damn
good investment, don't you agree?
Well, ***.
Rye. Double.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
You're the lawyer.
I am.
Are you all right?
Is Boyd in?
Right behind you.
Mr. Geist!
Bad news, Boyd.
Bad news.
Well, it can't
be that bad.
Jimmy, give this man
another round on the house.
You're gonna
want one yourself.
Where is she?
Where's Ava Crowder?
You need to
calm down, Boyd.
Don't tell me
to calm down, *** it.
I... Where's my fiancee?
I just...
I want to know where she is.
I want to see
my fiancee.
She's gone. Transferred
to the State Penitentiary.
(GRUNTING)
Get off me! Get off me!
Get off me!
Not too many days
like this one.
Would it be selfish
of me to say that I don't want it to end?
No, tonight
you're entitled.
Would you call it
the best day of your career?
Backing that *** down
in that diner this morning,
Gunslinger Givens style.
(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT) "I'm gonna give you 10 seconds
or I'm gonna shoot you."
(LAUGHTER)
That's got me covered
for the next 10 fishing trips.
Never say I didn't
teach you nothing.
The hell you say?
Not literally.
Like osmosis.
Oh, boy. Start throwing
around the big words, that's my cue to go.
Go look it up,
you mean?
(LAUGHS)
Raylan,
you're a ***.
Art, you're an
American hero.
And it is my honor
to work in your company.
I'm a ***,
but you're a kiss-***.
Okay, I'm trying
to toast the man, please.
If I had to choose one person
who deserved this big a win,
it'd be you, chief.
100%. Congratulations.
Well, that was
lovely, sir.
You can kiss my ***
anytime you like.
Ah!
By the way,
in all the hoopla, I almost forgot,
Picker did volunteer
one tidbit.
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.
-No ***.
-Mmm-hmm.
Want to guess
who he said it was?
Our favorite FBI ***,
Special Agent Barkley.
Still missing,
by the way.
Can you imagine that?
Barkley.
That's crazy.
Well, I guess
I should go, too.
Unless there's
something else.
It wasn't Barkley,
and I can tell you
that for a fact.