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Previously on "Justified"...
He was tweaking and pissed
off, asking about Ellen May.
Ellen May?
Where she is or did she
call or some ***.
You believe me now?
Boyd and Ava intended
that man to kill you.
To good taste.
Cheers.
Lee Paxton.
Gerald Johns.
Hello, gentlemen.
I'm... Boyd Crowder.
I'm s-saying go down to Tramble
and talk to that guy who
used to be the Harlan sheriff.
Hunter.
Right.
And then after that, go
talk to your father.
We know drew's alive and
in Harlan, but it's gonna be
a *** to find him.
We could use your help.
You tell me right now, I will
make sure you live out your days
in a country-club jail.
Eat ***.
Hasn't anybody killed you yet?
Try not to
sound so disappointed.
You forget you're the
reason I'm in here.
Keep telling yourself that.
What is it this time, Raylan?
Drew Thompson.
Is there a question
in there somewhere?
Josiah Cairn says if anybody
would know he is, it'd be you.
Mm.
Sure. I know.
Drug runner... went splat.
It was in a couple papers.
That's who he was.
I'm asking, do you
know who he is?
Yeah, that's right.
You're asking me, but you're
asking me like you'd ask me if I
want fries with that.
I can ask again..
. Different tone, if you like.
Hey, word around the campfire,
well, Josiah lost a
foot recently, and I
don't mean to diabetes.
Has that got something
to do with this here?
We can protect you.
Hey, as we speak, one of your
fellow inmates is cutting a deal
to get a transfer to club fed...
Ashland, maybe Yankton.
I hear Yankton's got the best
food in the federal system.
Anyway, you give him up
first, deal's yours.
Last time we spoke, you said you
weren't too happy with your
circumstances.
This fellow inmate wouldn't
happen to share a last name with
you, would he?
You think I don't know
your daddy's in here?
He murdered a trustee.
People gonna notice,
even at Tramble.
My God, Raylan.
You want to screw your daddy's deal
so bad that you'd give it to me.
I like you better than him.
I tried to kill you.
I still like you better.
Look, drew's done...
with or without you.
Even if you don't want the
transfer, I thought there'd be
enough lawman left in you, you
wouldn't want to see Arlo win.
Man, you're only a lawman
when it suits you, Raylan.
Gives you cover to do things
you would have done anyways.
This coming from a guy who
sold his badge to a drug cartel.
Why do you care?
About you? I don't.
About Thompson.
I'm paid to care.
Come on.
Come on, now.
Tell me the truth.
What's in the bag
for you, scarecrow?
Come on.
I catch this fella,
I can write my own ticket.
***.
You never cared about rank.
Priorities change.
You want the deal... Or not?
All right, there we go.
Oh, Frank... he's an oddball.
He really is.
Now listen.
Your best bet's wait'll
he's sawing logs, right?
And then you come through right here...
French doors in the solarium.
That's your
recommendation, huh?
Yeah, well, for what it's worth.
Broken into a lot
of houses, have you?
Mm. No.
I'll be the first to admit
that's more your line of work.
Just my two cents is all.
Well, then you won't mind
if I, uh, do my own formulating.
No, just as long as you go in between
2:00 and 5:00 in the afternoon.
What difference does that make?
Well, 5:00, 5:30, that's when
Trish usually gets home.
Wouldn't want her to
be collateral damage.
Well, Mrs. Browning the
only reason you're concerned
with my timing?
Why else should I be concerned?
Well, Mr. Jones, it
occurs to me that when I kill
Frank Browning, if I were to
immediately be arrested or even
killed myself by some
Johnny-on-the-spot Johnny laws,
well, you and your friends might
see that as two problems solved.
No.
Boyd, we don't look at you as a problem...
not at all.
I got a boy who mows my lawn, I
got a boy that does my shoes
at lunch time, and you... you're
gonna be the boy who takes out
my trash, right?
Huh?
Now, if I were to set you up, I
got judges and state troopers
owe me favors.
I call them down on you, and you'd
be locked up within an hour.
You don't kill Frank Browning by
the end of the week, you even
try to act smart, that's how we're
gonna play it, though, right?
What if I were to kill you
right now, right here in this room?
Well, you'd have to watch my friends
destroy everything you love.
Maybe it's worth it.
I don't feel qualified to make
that call, but like I said...
This whole thing is not my line.
Givens, Arlo, here for his trim.
He have a lay-in?
Yeah, he should.
Called him down from
ad seg this morning.
I don't see nothing in the book.
You sure you got the right time?
I guess maybe someone
forgot to write it down.
You know how that goes.
He always like this?
Good days and bad days.
My grandpa's the same way.
Yeah, you catch him
on the right day,
you'd never know
nothing's wrong.
Catch him
Man, you want to give him
another one just to make sure?
Can't remember the last time I had
to sap a guy more than twice.
Jesus, what'd you give him?
Just doubled up what he's already on...
thorazine,
chlorazine, some kind of "zine."
See, this way, the tox screen
won't raise any eyebrows.
Ah, smart. Smart.
Hey, so we got
about five minutes
before they notice
the cameras are off.
I'm gonna be outside posted up.
Soon at it's over, you
knock on that door.
I'm gonna come in hard, pull you
off of him, hit the deuces.
Hey.
You gotta tell this investigator
you slipped in behind me when I
went to the men's room.
All right?
Hey, now... You know you're looking
at some serious S.H.U time here?
I mean, supermax, even,
you pull the wrong judge.
Be nice to have some
privacy for a while.
Nothing personal, Arlo.
I'll do my best to
be quick about it.
Aah!
Get some!
Get some!
Get some, yeah!
Get some, yeah!
Get some!
Get some!
Aah!
Aah!
♪ 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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{pub}That's it for this one.
You think I'll ever get used
to having my mail x-rayed?
I sure hope not.
19 possibilities so far.
Is that a lot or a little?
You were married to him.
How can you not remember
what he looks like?
You know how much
people change in 30 years?
Time was, I looked
like Ava Gardner.
It's not your ***
itself that bothers me.
It's that your *** makes me
think you're holding something back.
I'm doing my best.
Mm-hmm.
Raylan, come here a minute.
Maybe I could
remember his voice.
Maybe his aura.
Perhaps if you waved your hand
over each photo, one'll give you
a vibe.
You still look like Ava Gardner.
Arlo took a shiv to the chest.
They don't think he's gonna
make it through the night.
Have Tim finish up
with Eve if you want.
No, I was almost done.
You sure?
I got it. Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Is everything okay?
Raylan?
Hmm?
You okay?
Yeah. Fine.
Something happen?
Uh... Man who was
gonna make a deal to
give up Drew took a
shiv in the chest.
They don't think he'll
make it through the night.
My God.
Mm.
You have to leave?
Not right away.
Seeing me would just upset him.
Can I get you some sweet tea?
Oh, uh, no, thank you, ma'am.
You sure?
Ask nice, I bet we can get her
to put a little Irish in.
Well, I'm fine.
Well, suit yourself.
I'll let you boys
get to business.
Have a seat.
Trish is the only reason those
*** sat still for me moving
up here way back when.
Didn't matter how many seams
that I held leases on.
They always looked at me like I was
cropping a share with my daddy.
But they sure did want her
at their little key parties.
Only reason I'm telling you this
is 'cause I know that you're
engaged to a
head-turner yourself.
Want to make sure you're coming
up here with your eyes wide open.
Well, I appreciate the
warning, sir, but your friends'
interest in me got nothing
to do with my head-Turner.
That's too bad.
Too bad?
Well, these boys' only hobbies
are screwing and spending.
So if they're not using you for
your fiancée, I'd say they've
enlisted you to blow a hole in
the wall of one of my slurry
ponds, cover their land with
toxic sludge so the E.P.A will
come in and shower them
with superfund money.
Not that either,
sir, I'm sad to say.
They didn't send me up here
to release your slurry.
They sent me up here
to bury you in it.
They didn't send you here to
tell me about it beforehand.
No, sir.
They did not.
I thought I'd give you a
chance to beat their price.
You want me to pay
you not to kill me?
You do much hunting?
I used to with
my brother Bowman.
I haven't felt the
urge since he passed.
You know that old quote about
how once you Hunt a man that
there's no thrill in
hunting anything else?
It rings a bell.
I don't know that I agree all
the way, but I will allow that
there is nothing quite like
stalking something that's
stalking you back.
Ain't that right, Deke?
Never really thought about it.
Mr. Browning... I'm
gonna say this one more time.
My offer still stands.
Hmm.
Well... I appreciate that, Boyd.
But, see, I pride myself on
being the kind of man that'd
rather beat you than buy you.
Now you take your bottom-feeding
*** out of here while you're
still able.
If you ever come around this
house again, you best be
prepared for me to
get inhospitable.
Colt.
How'd it go?
Fine.
Baby.
He got a little ornery.
Nothing I can't handle.
Ornery?
Well, he's a man used
to having the upper hand.
Took him a little while
to accept his situation.
But he did?
He accepted it?
Baby, that's great!
I can't wait to see the faces on
these *** when they find
out how quick you got
done what they couldn't.
Uh, is Johnny around?
He was.
He left about 10 minutes ago,
didn't say where for. Why?
No reason.
I just need a minute.
Colton.
And then he wheels out his big
gun, his security detail.
This is now a two-man job.
I feel like the seat cushion for
two fat people at a football game.
So I don't really know
what to do from here.
I know I can't do it alone.
I know I'm gonna need you.
And I know I'm
gonna need Johnny.
I'm sorry, am I
interrupting something?
No, of course not.
You were saying
Browning's got backup.
I was saying that I'm
between some awful hard rocks.
And you're busy passing notes to
cheerleaders during math class.
Boyd.
Can it wait?
I don't think so.
Wynn Duffy.
I need a word.
Well, why else
would you be here?
Go get a drink, Mikey.
Well, why do I all of a
sudden feel like I'm sitting in
the principal's office?
Oh, make that the assistant
principal's office.
This thing with the guy
getting his foot cut off.
Josiah.
His situation has further
alarmed our friend in Detroit.
His situation?
The feds have him.
Well, so what?
He's not Drew Thompson.
But he could have been.
Theo wants Drew found now.
A week ago, you said you
would have him in a week.
Well, things have gotten
a little more complicated.
They certainly have.
Theo's got a guy on his way down
who has apparently killed more
people than malaria.
And it is my understanding, if
we don't find drew for him so he
can bring his scalp back to Detroit,
he's gonna bring ours instead.
Well, that doesn't seem
like real sound management
style... threatening to
*** loyal employees.
Do you understand?
Theo is ready to scorch
the earth down here.
Now, are we gonna have a name
to give this guy, or not?
I've got two names.
That's as far as I've
been able to narrow it.
Well, that's great.
Should we just tell
him to flip a coin?
I think we should play
it safe and tell him to kill
both of them.
Look, Frank.
Just 'cause Crowder says they're
moving against you, that don't
make it so.
They want a war?
They want to bury me
in my own slurry?
I'll choke that damn pond so
full of bodies, you'll be able
to walk across it without
getting your feet wet.
You just need to calm
down, all right?
No, don't tell me to calm down!
Tell me how we're gonna win.
Hell else am I paying you for?
You're paying me
for my expertise.
You answer the *** door.
Help you?
Mr. Browning?
What, are you serious?
I need to see Mr. Browning.
What about?
Mr. Browning.
That's right.
Frank, how many times I got to
tell you not to...
Look, I... Hold still.
I-I-I-I don't know... I
don't know what you... Shh.
Yeah.
Yes?
So just to confirm, the man in the
photo is not the correct target.
All right.
Hey, look, I realize that
mistakes happen, and, I mean,
trust me, nobody's gonna
miss old Deke here.
Now, I don't know Shelby's game...
I don't know Shelby.
{pub}Oh, I'm... I-I'm sorry.
I-I shouldn't have
been poking around.
Saint Christopher.
Patron Saint of travelers,
sailors, pilots, and bachelors.
Is that why you have it?
The bachelor part.
Well, actually, it
belonged to Abby, my wife.
Same as those clothes.
She ain't dead, is she?
Not that I know of.
Good.
Wouldn't feel right wearing
a dead woman's clothes.
So, which one of you
did the leaving?
She did.
Packed her bag one day while I
was at work, left a note on top
of the TV set.
Going on 25 years ago, must be.
My mama did the same thing.
No note, but... She did leave
dinner for us in the fridge.
How old were you?
I don't know... Three or so.
Young enough I-I... can't
remember what she looks like.
People always told
me I favored her.
Now that you mention it, you
kind of favor Abby some.
It's funny how sometimes wearing
different clothes makes
you feel like a
different person.
But sometimes it just makes you feel
like yourself playing dress-up.
Well, must have a been a year
after I first joined the
sheriff's department before I
could put on my uniform without
feeling like I was
wearing a costume.
Bet you looked awful handsome.
Do you think that, um... That
I could ever be the kind
of woman who belongs in these clothes...
And walk into church and not
have people say, "now, ain't"
that sweet?
The ***'s come to get saved"?
I think... If you pretend to be
something long enough, it's not
pretending.
I guess my first step would be
to get right with the lord.
'Cause of how you
made your living?
Oh, not just that.
What else?
Something to do
with Ava Crowder?
Something you saw her do?
Something you did together?
Yeah, this is Shelby.
God damn.
Hey.
I just sold you a bundle two days
ago, and you're here for another.
You're gonna be dead in a week.
Come on in.
Take your clothes off.
Make yourself at home.
Remember when I
bought that last bundle?
You asked me to strip then, too.
You remember what I said?
Yeah.
Well, this time, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to insist.
Do you remember what I said?
Yeah, you said I could either
let you in and make myself some
cash, or continue disrespecting
you and open myself up to a
world of ***.
Well, I want you to remember
what I got right here.
Okay.
What can I get you?
Same as before?
No.
I need a loan.
A loan, huh?
Yeah.
I need 20 grand.
20... mm.
Well, how you want it,
hundreds or tens, fives?
I mean, I could give you singles
if the plan is to make it rain
at the lobster box.
All right.
How come you're not afraid of
blowing your nuts off, huh?
Is that 'cause you keep the
safety on, or that you keep the
chamber empty, or both?
Come on. Please, man.
Please.
I ought to make you strip.
You stupid ***.
Hello.
I didn't see anything.
I didn't hear anything.
I swear it's the last time
I'm gonna use, please.
Open your eyes.
I don't want to see your face.
You already saw my face.
You were watching me
when I walked in.
Open your eyes.
I know you.
I've never seen you before.
We met at the V.A.
You were with that marshal.
Oh, yeah. Right.
What's your name?
Mark.
Hey, Mark.
I'm Colt.
Want one?
Sure. Okay.
We are in the ***, Mark.
I don't know what to do.
Someone's trying to run a game
on me, and I don't know who it
is exactly, but I know
it's not that girl...
at least not by herself.
Man, that's your business.
Uh, it's your
business, too, Mark.
I mean, we're here, right?
You have any family, huh?
You married, do you
have kids, anything?
Figured I best get clean first.
That's smart.
I should do that, too.
So here's the deal, Mark.
It's gonna be like I
was never here, right?
Like this never happened.
Copy that.
All right.
You're not gonna
say anything, hmm?
Just lie there and wait me out.
Doc says you've been in and out
and there's a chance you'd sleep
all the time I was here, but we
both know you're too mean to go
that easy, so come on.
Give me something.
I ain't asking for an apology.
Hell, that'd take too long, and I
don't want any fatherly advice.
Figure if you had any worth
giving, you wouldn't be circling
the drain in a prison infirmary.
Just... Give me something.
Who's Drew Thompson?
Not for me... for
your grandkids.
They can grow up with a chief
deputy for a daddy, hear
stories about their granddaddy who
wasn't just a son of a ***.
All right, Arlo.
This is your last last chance.
Don't go.
Closer.
Kiss... my... ***.
You're not ticklish,
are you, huh?
You're ticklish?
Give me that hand.
Yeah.
Nice and tight.
Nice and tight.
Ahh, ooh, yeah.
Oh, ***. Is that your wife?
Ift were my wife, the worst thing
she would do is ask to join in.
But my wife, she
don't ring the bell.
Oh.
That makes sense.
Yeah, it does.
Officer, what can I do for you?
Mr. Keener.
Yes, sir.
Hold still, please.
Excuse me?
Just...
Is... is there a
problem, officer?
Yeah.
All right, then.
{pub}So, not half a day after you
asked me to look into a list of
names, one of the men on
that list turns up dead.
Mm.
Can I assume that's
not a coincidence?
I try not to assume
anything, but I'll allow if it
is a coincidence,
it's a hell of a one.
Except that now, I got a
second stiff who's not on your
list and was killed the same way
as the first... close-range
hollow-point, head shot
after he hits the ground.
And it would be hell's own
shakes of a coincidence if he
wasn't killed by the same man.
Hmm.
So I guess the question
here is, which one of those
coincidences is
just a coincidence?
What's the list?
Drew Thompson's widow...
or former widow,
whatever she is... had her go
through dmv photos, put aside
any guys that could be her
dearly departed, plus 30 years.
You never said anything
about the widow.
Seeing as that you're
only interested in enforcing the
law and under no circumstances
are you helping Boyd stay ahead
of my investigation, I don't
see why you'd much care.
Boyd's doing just fine staying ahead
of you without any help from me.
What's that mean?
Mm, Browning's wife... or widow,
I guess she is now... she
said that Boyd came to see him
this morning a good three, four
hours before you called
me with your list.
What about this fella?
His widow say anything
about Boyd coming?
Well, that ain't his widow.
Hey, where you been?
You missed all the excitement.
I had some personal business.
Plus, apparently, my cousin has
decided to start world war III.
What are you talking about?
Well, you missed all
the sirens, 'cause Boyd's
dropped three bodies
in the last few hours.
Boyd hasn't dropped anybody.
What?
Are you saying that
you killed those men?
Why?
'Cause one of
them was Drew Thompson.
According to who?
Boyd?
Only one of them even could have
been, and that would've been
Browning, but that'd be a
hell of a coincidence.
How so?
Well, there's been a
bunch of men wanting Boyd to
kill him over some land deal.
Then it was the other one...
that Sam guy.
Sam Keener was an
old drinking buddy of my
Uncle Owen's way back in the
day before I was even born.
That would've been 10, 12 years
before drew even got here.
So you're telling me that, uh...
That Boyd just handed me his
enemies list?
Oh, I'm just
telling you what I know.
Mr. Crowder, I have some
good news and some bad news.
The good news is you're about to
get your wish as far as having
your cousin shuffled
off this mortal coil.
The bad news?
That makes you the man who's
going to bring me Drew Thompson
or die trying.
And remember, you wanted this.
I should've known.
Should've known what?
Raylan Givens, if you
were coming down here anyway,
why have Shelby
drag me in again?
I didn't have him
drag you in the first time.
What's going on?
Oh, what's it look like?
Did Shelby send you?
Well, he's the boss, isn't he?
I just saw him
not 15 minutes ago.
He didn't mention anything.
Well, maybe he figured it
wasn't any of your concern.
Well, except I told
him I was coming here.
I'm sorry.
We haven't met.
I'm deputy U.S. marshal
Raylan Givens.
- All due respect...
- Okay, just hold up.
Is that an engagement ring?
Mm-hmm.
That's a big rock, ain't it?
Now, as acrimonious as our
relationship has been lately,
Raylan, Ava and I discussed it,
and you're still gonna be on the
guest list.
You know the
definition of crazy, right?
Keep doing the same thing over
and over and expecting it to
come out different.
Sir?
I'm gonna need you
to step aside.
Okay, maybe I'm crazy, or
I'm just having a hell of a day.
Did you just give me an order?
You don't move, I'm
gonna shoot you.
Jesus, I hope I got that right.
Well, I don't
recognize this number.
Bit there ain't but
a few people that'd
be calling me from
this area code.
My name is Nick Augustine.
I speak for a man
named Theo Tonin.
I understand you've been
trying to reach us.
You have 30 seconds.
Well, now,
that's not very long.
It is, considering the trouble
you've given us lately.
Well, if you mean by not
dying at the hands of your
button man, hopefully you'll
understand if I don't apologize.
You gave that same button
man two wrong targets.
Well, now, to be fair, Mr....
I'm sorry.
What was your name?
Augustine. 20 seconds.
Well, now, to be fair,
Mr. Augustine, I didn't give him
those names.
You gave them to Duffy.
Which begs the
question, now, why would you
want to back a man who got took
when you can back the man who
took him?
Now, how am I doing on time?
Go ahead.
Now, it seems to me,
Mr. Augustine, you're
desperately in need of a man down
here who knows the lay of the land.
A man who will not only bring
you Drew Thompson, but who will
also continue to make sure that
your Kentucky endeavors run
smoothly long after this unfortunate
series of events have passed.
And you want to be that man?
Yes, sir. I do.
Call me at this number when you
have Drew, and we'll discuss
your future.
Well, actually, uh,
Mr. Augustine, there is
something I'm gonna need
from you before that.
We don't do favors, Mr. Crowder.
Anything we give you now will be
a debt we expect you to repay.
Can I assume you understand
what that means?
Yes, Mr. Augustine.
I believe I do.
I believe you're in the clear.
That's a load off.
Raylan, I just want you to
know I was almost certain you
weren't a cop killer.
Almost.
Any idea where he
got that uniform?
We figure he stole it
from a dry cleaners.
Any idea who he was?
No I.D yet, but five'll
get you 10 he's out of Detroit.
Whole lot more
where he came from.
Only question is, does Theo
have that many more targets?
He will when he
realizes Drew's still missing.
What about Browning?
Could he be Drew?
I know he was on Eve's list.
His prints match
his army records.
He's been Frank Browning
at least since 1972.
And Eve's the widow, right?
Mm-hmm.
She really psychic?
Opinions abound.
How big is Eve's list?
27.
Uh, 26 now that
we've crossed off Browning.
That's a lot of people.
Take a lot of manpower
to cover that many.
And we don't even know
if she just picked out guys
that looked the least like Drew.
Well, I thought we were
covered in *** before.
Well, if you're looking to
add to your list, you might
start with the other guys
Boyd's been seen with lately.
Couple of clover hill swells..
. Lee Paxton and, uh, Gerald Johns.
Think one of
them could be Drew?
I think Boyd thinks so.
Can't figure any other reason
he'd be cozying up to them.
Do you mind keeping eyes
on them while we try to get our
*** together around here?
Be my pleasure.
I wouldn't mind putting
eyes on the widow.
From what Raylan says, she's
something to look at.
Well, she's at the motel with
her security detail, so I
wouldn't go peeking in the
windows if I was you.
Why do the pretty ones
always go for the bad boys?
I ask myself that every day.
I guess they think they can
change us, right, Raylan?
I still don't
entirely trust him.
You know, maybe we should just
go at Boyd directly now that it
seems that he and Theo
have had a falling out.
Only thing we know for sure is
he's Theo's only loose end.
Well, him and your
daddy, at least for now.
Arlo's dead.
Got the call an hour ago.
What?
You okay?
Yeah.
You sure?
Art, I'm fine.
Can we get back to the case?
Yeah, we can, but
you're going home.
What?
You're taking the week.
***.
No debate about this, Raylan.
Rachel, Tim, come in my office.
Art, I brought you this case.
Raylan, this is a U.S.
marshal service case.
I pulled it out of the
wall of my *** house.
Well, nobody's
taking it away from you.
Clearly.
Let us carry
the ball for a while.
We'll make sure you're there
when we take him down.
Yeah, what do you care
if we drive the ball into
field-goal range, just as long as
you're there to kick it through?
Okay.
Do me a favor.
Yeah.
Don't say *** unless
you know for sure it helps.
- Raylan...
- Art, look at my desk.
You see any photos of the man?
So what are we talking about?
We're just talking about a case,
a big case that I'm sure you'd
love to retire on.
And who's got a better chance
of catching him than me?
I'll take a day.
You'll take a few days.
I'll take two days.
Go down to Tramble in the
morning, claim the body, I'll be
back here the day after.
I'll see you the
day after tomorrow.
But if you do one thing that I
don't like, I will pull your ***.
See you then.
You hear me?
Gentlemen, my apologies
for making you wait.
Appears I wasn't clear
enough when last we spoke.
You don't call us to meetings.
We call you.
Well, in that case, I
appreciate you making the exception.
We felt the job you did on
Browning yesterday warranted a
one-time magnanimity.
Just don't go thinking it makes you
the man that killed Jesse James.
No.
Uh, can I offer you gentlemen
something to drink?
Boyd, it's 10:30 in the morning.
Well, it seems to me
you're the kind of men who don't
feel bound and conformed to the
conventions of normal social
behavior.
Where the hell is Sam?
Have you called him here?
Well, that would be a
real trick, wouldn't it?
What does that mean?
Well, I don't suppose you
gentlemen saw the news this morning.
Someone shot Sam Keener dead.
Police think it might have
been the same fella who killed
Frank Browning.
You piece of white trash.
I want to personally make sure
that you don't live to see Sam
put in the ground.
By doing what?
Siccing all your staties on me,
all them judges you tell how
high to jump?
Why don't you call them?
Really, we got time.
We're sorry.
You have reached a number that
has been disconnected or is no
longer in service.
If you feel you have reached this...
They didn't pick up?
Oh, they ain't never
gonna pick up.
See, I had a very powerful man
I know put the word out that
continued relationships with the
three of you would not be in
their best interest.
Turns out fear is a powerful
motivator, even more powerful
than greed.
Sit your white-collar *** down!
Now, I know people like you are
used to taking from people like me.
But there comes a point when
people like me can't take any
more taking.
Now, all the things you've done,
the way you built your fortunes,
it might make you criminals,
but it don't make you outlaws.
I am the outlaw.
And this is my world.
And my world has a
high cost of living.
How much do you want?
A hundred.
Thousand?
Each.
Oh, and, uh, I want you to help
me get a dairy Queen franchise.
Cousin Johnny.
All right.
You gentlemen like ice cream?
I love a peanut Buster parfait.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
But dairy Queen?
Dairy queens are like
California real estate.
Value may dip every now and then,
but it always goes back up
in the summertime.
Oh!
This is it, baby.
This is going legit.
This is how we see to it our
grandkids grow up bona fide.
Three generations?
Three generations...
That's right.
Boyd, you think we're
gonna be alive to see three
generations down the road?
What's that supposed to mean?
Yesterday, you got
trouble from those ***.
You got trouble from Duffy.
You get Theo Tonin to make one
phone call, and all those
troubles just
magically disappear.
Nothing backs down a bully
like a bigger, meaner bully.
Right.
But what happens when you
get trouble from Theo?
Who you gonna call
to back him down?
Is there anybody
bigger than Theo?
Just God and Uncle Sam.
Jesus, Boyd.
Baby, baby. Shh.
Like I said, it's
nothing I can't handle.
Don't lose faith now.
We're so close.
This is our time.
Let's break through
that glass ceiling.
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