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Previously on "Justified"...
Just got transferred from the
Harlan lockup.
I'm Gretchen Swift.
Ava: Ohh!
You know, there's a rumor
going around that a federal
lawman was instrumental in the
death of Nicky Augustine.
Art: No ***.
Raylan: It wasn't Barkley.
And I can tell you that for a
fact.
Raylan: [ Groans ]
Kendal: Couldn't wait to
see me again, huh?
Wendy: Let Ms. Brander do her
job.
Kendal: Talking to me is her
job.
Who else's wellness is she here
to check on?
Wendy: How long have you been
going with that marshal?
I have an eye for that sort of
thing.
[ Tires screeching ]
Danny: [ Barking ]
[ Door beeping ]
[ Laughing ]
Girl give you my message?
[ Groans ]
Boyd's got another shipment
coming in.
He's striking up a connection
with the Mexicans.
Well, ***.
Boyd: I come in peace.
Darryl: What you want?
Boyd: I've got a job that
needs doing.
Both: What's the job?
[ Gun *** ]
♪
Kendal: Hey, where y'all
going?
Danny: Nowhere.
Darryl: Gonna make some
money.
You in charge while we gone.
You up to it, right, little man?
Danny: 'Course he's up to it.
He's a man now, ain't he?
Look after Chelsea while I'm
gone.
Darryl: You all right?
Seem a little off the last few
days.
Kendal: No, I'm good.
I'll take care of everything.
Darryl: All right.
Let me know.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Five minutes left.
Ava: I know.
See, I know my guy ain't
coming.
In the beginning, they visit all
the time.
Then there's work emergencies,
sick relatives.
Last week, my guy had a "flat
tire."
That's why you ought to rely on
the heavenly mother.
She doesn't ever forget about
you, leave you waiting.
Ava: I'm not interested in
religion, Penny.
You interested in staying
alive?
Darryl: Ain't nobody here,
man.
Shh! Keep it down.
Darryl: Hey, don't be
shushing at me, man.
Is you crazy?
Boyd: Talk as loud as you
want.
Johnny ain't here.
He's probably crossing the
border as we speak.
***.
What do you want to do?
Boyd: I'm gonna do what I was
always gonna do.
I'm gonna book a one-way ticket
to Mexico and bring back my
25 kilos of ***.
So what about them?
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and correction by GeirDM
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Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Hey, Raylan.
Heading to the cafeteria.
You want something?
Raylan: I'm good.
You sure?
They make these tasty little
breakfast sandwiches.
Raylan: Stick with
coffee, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Which one of you do I
talk to about my money?
Like reward money?
Deputy Givens handles walk-ins.
Raylan: What's that?
As per the chief.
Excuse me, sir?
Raylan: Can you
just hold up a sec?
7:00 in the morning.
Sorry. I thought you knew.
Art's got you handling
walk-ins now.
That's why you're
coming in so early.
I really thought he told you.
Raylan: It's all right.
I'm good.
Have a seat, mister, uh...
Salmeron.
Larry Salmeron.
Raylan: So... Reward money.
Backgammon money.
Raylan: Backgammon money.
Nearly $250,000 you
people took from me.
Raylan: Backgammon money.
Have you heard of
falafel, marshal?
Raylan: Never cared much for it.
Always found it kind of
like a cut-rate hush puppy.
Mr. Falafel is a
backgammon player.
Raylan: Oh.
They have written about the man
in magazines, and you could
see for yourself if reading
is something you enjoy.
Now, I believe I rival
Mr. Falafel in my online
backgammon winnings... winnings
which you and your colleagues
took when you shut down
my website of choice.
Raylan: [ Clicks pen ]
Can't say I recall having
seized a website recently.
You people arrested
Charles Monroe, did you not?
Seized his assets
...Raylan: Hold up.
Monroe?
How's Charles Monroe
connect to this?
He's the one that
owned the site.
Am I making sense to
you yet, marshal?
Are you connecting the dots?
Raylan: What's the website?
K-y-backgammon.
Kentucky owned and operated.
And Monroe had a local I.T.
- Genius working for...
Raylan: Well... There you are.
Yes, as I said, you've seized
the site and taken my money.
Raylan: No, see... There's
two l's in "Marshall."
Someone's screwing
with you, Larry.
Pretty sure if we took the site,
we'd spell our name right.
Well... Impersonating a
federal agency is a crime.
Probably an FBI thing.
Tell you what... or
you could just leave.
Rachel: So you just
let him walk out?
Raylan: Should have
chased him down, I guess.
Maybe winged him in the leg, give
us a blood trail to track him by.
Rachel: Money in that site
belongs to the marshals service.
Been nice if you could have
brought him in for a word.
Raylan: Considering I found out
I was covering walk-ins from
Nelson while in the middle of a
walk-in, I think I comported
myself admirably.
Rachel: Tim, did you not tell
Raylan he was on walk-ins?
Tim: Raylan, you're on walk-ins.
Rachel: [ Sighs ]
Per the chief.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Tim: So, Monroe has this
genius, T.J., who apparently
lacks the wherewithal to run a
spell-check, operating the site
for him.
T.C.
Tim: T.C., T.J., AC/DC.
Whatever.
What we think is, he cleaned out
the cash, puts up a fake marshal
site, and rides off
into the nerd sunset.
Raylan: So my walk-in wasn't
entirely full of ***.
I'll run him down, see if
I can get more details.
Rachel: Unh-unh.
You already rubbed him
the wrong way once.
Better you go after this T.C.
Guy and get his story.
Raylan: You sure you can
trust me with that?
I mean, what happens if
there's another walk-in?
Rachel: Well, given your
track record so far, I can't
imagine we'll fare
too much worse.
Tim: Does this mean it's me
and the backgammon dude?
I'm just saying I'm more
of a cribbage guy, is all.
Rachel: Get it done.
Tim: Yes, ma'am.
[ Fighters grunting ]
You gonna pay attention?
Feel like I'm playing
against myself here.
Don't need to.
I'm playing a girl.
[ Fighters screaming ]
[ Fighters grunting ]
***!
Might as well be playing a
4-year-old Romanian orphan.
***.
Careful!
That's a pro series!
It's worth more than you are!
[ Knock on door ]
What the hell?
Oh, new client.
Get the door.
Don't you got enough
going on already?
Well, they said it's an
emergency, and they're paying
through the nose.
Now get the damn door.
[ Knock on door ]
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Hey, there.
T.C. In?
Damn it, Candace.
C-come on in. You Kemp?
Yeah. She do the website making with you?
No, I do the programming.
She makes the sandwiches.
Now, what can I help you with?
Denial of service attack?
Denial of what?
I-I... you better speak to
Larry.
I don't speak nerd.
Are you the Mr. Fleming that
ran K-Y-Backgammon for
Charles Monroe?
Looky here... he's going for
a taser.
Can you believe that?
[ Chuckles ]
I will aim to use words of
one syllable, the word
"syllable" not withstanding.
You shut down that site, and you
took my money.
I want my money.
Federal government did that,
man.
But they didn't.
Now, my friend here specializes
in making people pay their
debts.
I learned that the hard way
three years ago.
So, my advice is pay up now
before, as you and your cohorts
might say, "*** gets hairy up
in here."
Like I said, the feds took
it.
"Thug life," huh?
[ Gun *** ]
[ Gasps ]
Now, this... Will probably
take that arm clean off.
[ Panting ] He... he took it.
He took the money.
God damn it, Candace.
She's the smart one.
Money's all just ones and
zeroes right now, okay?
Look, it ain't like I just got
it laying around here.
Now, you guys do what you want,
but you start beating on us, you
ain't never gonna see a dollar
of that cash.
All right.
But the thing is, I've been
recording this conversation on
my phone and will now be calling
the police, who will hear your
confession.
They will get me my $250,000
while you get anally *** in
prison.
$250,000?
You only gonna pay me $5,000?
A deal is a deal, Mr. Kemp.
Remember, I've got you on tape
threatening that girl a minute
ago.
Aah!
[ Gasps ]
[ Panting ]
Quarter mil, huh?
We're asking your forgiveness
that, in our misery, we have
desecrated ourselves with ***
or drugs or violence or men,
looking for something that was
right here all the time.
O heavenly mother, our mama,
you hear us when we say it...
- Amen!
- All: Amen!
Amen.
[ Buzzer ]
- You got any cigarettes?
- Ava: If I had any, I'd be
smoking 'em.
I'm Ava.
I know who you are.
Penny's been trying to witness
since you got here.
You wouldn't give her the time
of day. Ava: Never really had any
use for religion. 'Course not.
Girl with your looks gets along
just fine out there without
- giving any thought to her soul.
- Ava: But I ain't out there
- anymore.
- No.
[ Exhales ]
Missy, you are not.
Ava: I've been listening to
you talk.
There's a lot of sense in it.
You think I don't know why
you're all of a sudden batting
your eyes at me?
You want protection, sanctuary.
Keep these *** from stomping
you and cutting you and
[Chuckles] worse.
Ava: So what if I do?
At least you're honest.
What I preach in here, what I
say in my prayers, I mean.
You don't really seem to me like
you're ready to hear about that
just yet. Ava: I am willing to...
no, no, no, that's okay. I get it.
[ Sighs ]
But this ain't the '70s, when
the moonies and Jesus freaks got
a pass.
The reason we don't get jacked
with is...
We're the ones bringing in the
drugs.
Ava: Oh.
Now, I don't hold with 'em,
and don't none of us use 'em,
but we do provide.
That's why they leave us alone.
You up for that?
Ava: What do I have to do?
Got some coming in today.
Penny'll show you.
Ava: I got to think it's
dangerous.
Only reason you offering me the
job.
It's got its downside.
Like I said, Penny'll show you
the ropes.
Or you can go back to staring at
a door, waiting on a man to save
you.
Somebody get me a cigarette.
Johnny: You get anything on
Hot Rod's bank account?
Nah, the old-timer's still
claiming we already got it all.
Johnny: Yeah, well, he's
lying out his ***, no doubt.
I'll be back tomorrow, and we'll
get him talking.
Look, man, you already know
if there's something to get, we
gonna get it.
I don't have no problem pulling
a few teeth.
So, how's Mexico?
All the señoritas and tacos and
***?
Johnny: It's dirty.
Hey, what's up, man?
You got something you need to
tell Crowder?
I'm driving.
Johnny: Jay?
What you mean you driving?
You get me carsick.
Johnny: Jay, I got to go.
Where's Mr. Crowder?
Johnny: Well, I'm
- Mr. Crowder... a different Mr. Crowder.
Boyd sent you?
Johnny: Actually, I'm here to
outbid Boyd.
I have something I'd like to
discuss with Mr. Yoon
personally.
You think you can arrange that?
You have the cash on you?
Johnny: First I see Mr. Yoon,
and then you see the cash.
All right.
Get in.
Unh-unh-unh.
Just you.
The price of admission.
Alison: Ms. Crowe?
Wendy: Hi.
Alison: Did you need to see
me?
Wendy: Let me ask you
something.
What kind of moves work best on
Raylan?
Alison: Excuse me?
Wendy: I was just
wondering... What kind of things
get his motor... Going, you know?
Alison: Are you joking right
now?
'Cause if you're not, I-I got to
say, you sound like you just
stepped out of a bad country
song, "I've got to come take my
man."
Wendy: Funny thing, though.
Those are the songs that just
get stuck in your head... "ear
worms," I think is what they
call them.
Alison: Okay, so you're
serious, then?
Well, let me tell you... I don't
foresee you learning anything
more intimate about Raylan than
you already have.
Sorry you wasted your time
coming all the way up from
Harlan just to give me ***.
Wendy: Oh, I didn't come up
here to talk to you, Alison.
I-I came to talk to your boss.
Apologies for the precautions.
Mr. yoon loves this place, does
everything he can to keep its
location a secret.
Boyd: No apologies necessary,
Alberto.
After all, a man's home is his
castle.
We'll return your firearm
once we have conducted our
business.
Boyd: And here I thought we
were all friends.
That's what we thought.
He'll be with you shortly.
Boyd: Well, look at you.
Even vultures can fly South for
the winter.
Johnny: How was Memphis?
Boyd: Well, I'm afraid we
weren't there long enough to
enjoy it.
Johnny: You want to tell me
just how it was Hot Rod tipped
you off?
Boyd: Some questions
don't get answered till the
afterlife.
Good news is, you'll find out
soon enough.
Johnny: [ Chuckles ]
How much money you got in that
bag, Boyd?
$700,000? $800,000?
[ Clicks tongue ]
I am not the one in trouble
here.
In all my years of doing
business, this is a first.
And I don't mean that in a good
way.
Boyd: Uh, Mr. Yoon, uh, I
want to apologize for this
unfortunate set of
circumstances.
Now, if you will give me five
minutes alone with this piece of
***, I will eliminate this bump
in our road and get us back on
easy street.
Your cousin here claims he
has vast resources at his
disposal... to the tune of
almost $40,000 a kilo.
Boyd: Why, cousin Johnny, I
don't see a briefcase anywhere.
You got $1 million shoved up
your ***?
He says he can have it here
with a simple phone call.
Boyd: Mr. Yoon, if I hear a
deal is too good to be true,
more often than not, it's too
good to be true.
Johnny: It's not just the
***, Boyd.
No, I'm spending my money on
something else.
Boyd: Oh, yeah?
What, is he gonna give you a
reach-around?
[ Chuckles ]
Johnny: I'm buying your life.
Boyd: Mr. Yoon, we had a
deal.
Now, I understand your Mexican
cartels have a reputation, but
let me tell you something... so
do the rednecks in Kentucky.
Well, I'm willing to take
that risk.
But until that briefcase
arrives, I won't be taking any.
Now, if his money is good, I'm
going with him.
If he can't deliver, then I'll
take yours.
How long is this liable to
take?
The money's in Bitcoins.
I was moving it around online,
you know?
Covering the trail.
That is not an answer,
dot-com.
[ Sighs ]
Six hours, maybe eight, before I
can turn it into cash.
Why?
'Cause there's something
looks like a cop just pulled up
outside.
You any ideas?
Maybe your pal's call got
through.
Maybe you ought to go.
All right, thanks for the
tip.
Come on. Get up.
Get up!
[ Panting ]
Now, you get rid of that cop,
and you call me when you got the
money.
I'm gonna give you eight hours
before I start blowing pieces
off this girl.
That's being generous.
[ Door opens ]
Go on.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
How y'all doing?
What's that? Raylan: Just said,
"how you doing?" I know you?
Raylan: I'm deputy
U.S. marshal Raylan Givens.
Well, I'm Dr. Richard Kimble.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
So, you're all doing okay, then?
Yeah.
We're... we're just running a
little late, so if you don't
mind...
Raylan: Have a good one.
Yeah, you, too.
Keep doing the lord's work.
[ Lock clicks ]
Raylan: T.C. Fleming?
Yeah?
Raylan: Deputy U.S. marshal
Raylan Givens.
I want to ask you a few
questions.
Yeah, I'm real busy.
Raylan: You didn't ask about
what.
How about I just come down to
your office tomorrow?
Raylan: How about I come in
now... we talk about it?
What, are you just gonna come
in like that?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Okay, dude, whatever.
Raylan: Seem a bit jumpy.
Got anything to do with that
*** I just ran into
downstairs?
Work emergency.
About to become a civil-rights
emergency, you just coming in
here uninvited.
You want to do a body-cavity
search while you're at it?
Raylan: I want to ask you
about the website you ran for
Charles Monroe.
But now I'm thinking maybe you
ought to come with me.
Hey!
[ Door slams ]
Holy ***!
Wow.
Well, ***.
Tim: Wait a minute.
How many legs this guy have,
again?
Raylan: Just the one.
Plus the prosthetic he took
with.
Tim: When he jumped out the
window, thus escaping the scene
of a ***. Raylan: He was
surprisingly fleet. Tim: Huh.
Rachel: What about the guy
from the stairs?
Raylan: What about him?
Rachel: You think he was
involved?
Raylan: Sure. Why not?
Tim: Between the one-legged
evaporating computer nerd and
the walk-in this morning, you're
on fire today.
Raylan: How is it art's not
in here giving me *** on this?
Hard for me to fathom his
passing the opportunity.
Shutdown notice isn't on the
site anymore.
Fleming replaced it with a link
to his blog... a big, bold post
about how he just made this
marshal his ***.
Raylan: I'll find him.
Rachel: No.
Tim and I'll go after Hopalong.
You see if you can run down the
*** from the stairwell.
Raylan: Guy threw his leg out
the window, jumped out, and then
slid down a light pole, and then
gave me the bird.
Come on. I love this guy.
Let me catch him.
Rachel: Not this time,
Raylan. Raylan: Is this "per the chief"?
Rachel: What do you think?
Tim: Catch up with your boy,
we'll give you a call before we
bust down the door.
Raylan: Sure, I'll be right
here on the edge of my seat.
Hey, uh... uh... Chris, right?
Yeah.
Raylan: Is there any way to
put a reply on T.C.'s blog?
God, no.
Technology to reply to a post is
decades away.
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
Raylan: Hello, Alison.
Suspended? Why?
Wendy Crowe?
Thought they'd be gone by now.
Boyd: So, you really got all
that money?
Johnny: You best believe it.
Boyd: Well, I guess old
hot rod must be in quite a
state.
Johnny: Hmm.
He's seen better days.
That's it?
That's all you got to say?
Not gonna use that silver tongue
of yours, try and talk your way
out of this?
Boyd: A wise man once said,
"what is it to die but to stand
naked in the wind and to melt
into the sun."
Life we chose only ends one way.
I been at peace with that for a
very long time now.
Johnny: Well, just so long as
you know, I'm the man bringing
you that peace.
[ Chuckles ]
Boyd: Well, I remember when
you used to bring me a six-pack
of beer.
Things weren't always this ugly
between us, Johnny.
Johnny: I guess we remember
things different. Boyd: Well,
what about Jenna Wright? Huh?
I remember you crushing on her
pretty hard in high school, and
I went out of my way to set that
up.
Johnny: [ Chuckles dryly ]
Yeah, you did.
And then you slept with her.
Boyd: Huh.
Well, it wasn't my fault you
could only get to first base.
Johnny: You only gave me two
weeks.
Boyd: Well, like I said, it
wasn't my fault you could only
get to first base.
Johnny: Well, then, I will be
sure to wait two weeks before I
play ball with your beautiful
fiancée.
Boyd: Well, I guess there's
something to be said for keeping
it in the family.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
Guess we are going with you.
[ Knife clicks ]
Johnny: [ Sighs ]
He is yours to do with as you
please, as long as he is not
killed on this side of the
border.
Johnny: I understand.
I cannot stress that last
part enough.
Dead Americans in Mexico creates
a problem for us.
[ Breathes deeply ]
I'm sorry things did not work
out.
Boyd: Not as sorry as I am.
Alison: Woman looked up every
court case my name appeared in,
mapping out a "pattern of
misconduct."
And then she pulled out some
chickenshit pot arrest from five
years back... got overturned.
Then there's you.
Raylan: Me?
Alison: It doesn't look good,
you and me, especially after you
went down there and punched
Danny Crowe in the face.
Raylan: That was Rachel.
That was not me.
Alison: Well, then you should
call my boss and let her know.
I'm sure that'll make all the
difference.
Raylan: Two weeks, huh?
Alison: Yeah.
Raylan: I could use two weeks
off.
Alison: That's funny.
Raylan: Gives me plenty of
time to make it up to you.
Alison: Sure.
Excuse me.
Would you close us out?
Sure.
Alison: Thank you.
I'm seeing some friends.
Want to try and cheer me up.
Raylan: How about I just come
over with a bottle of blanton's
and cheer you up the
old-fashioned way?
What?
Alison: She said she was
gonna alienate your affection by
working her feminine wiles.
Raylan: I'd like to see her
try.
Alison: [ Chuckling ]
Meaning she doesn't have a
hope in hell or you would like
to see her try?
Raylan: Not my type.
Alison: Criminal family,
*** stamp... I thought that
was exactly your type.
Raylan: *** stamp?
Alison: [ Scoffs ]
Uh, Mr. Givens, I'm sorry,
but your card was declined.
Raylan: Oh, that's odd.
Uh, the message on the screen
said to destroy it.
Raylan: I'm a deputy
U.S. marshal.
I can promise you it ain't
stolen.
I'm afraid I'm still gonna
have to destroy it.
Raylan: Yet you brought it
back to the table anyway?
And I still need payment for
the drinks.
Alison: Here.
Thank you.
Raylan: I'll pay you back.
Alison: Mm-hmm.
Raylan: So...
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
Alison: You should probably
get that.
It might be the credit-card
company or... Someone with a
*** stamp you never noticed.
Raylan: Givens.
You having trouble with your
card at the...
Midnight Star saloon,
deputy dipshit?
Raylan: How's it going, T.C.?
How's life as a fugitive?
I just hope you're on a date.
How's it feel... look like a
chump twice in one day?
Raylan: How'd you get my
number?
Man, I've been
phone phreaking since I was 14.
Raylan: I don't know what
that is, but I'm guessing it
means you weren't getting laid
much.
I just drained every one of
your bank accounts, ***.
Now, you want that money back,
you stop screwing up my life.
It ain't like you're ever gonna
catch me, anyway.
Raylan: Are you kidding?
We got a special squad for
chasing guys like you.
Deputies all missing limbs...
make it fair.
Yeah, you're giving up
already, though, huh?
At that bar, having a beer.
Ooh, several beers.
You an alcoholic, deputy?
Raylan: I told you I was
gonna get you tomorrow.
I'll make it tonight if you'd
like.
Well, come and get me.
Tim: Phone call you received
was made over the Internet, and
apparently the guy's using Wi-Fi
from the hotel he's at.
Raylan: Kind of stupid of
him, ain't it?
Tim: The guy's got skill
enough to empty your bank
account at will.
He wasn't stupid, he'd be
Steve jobs, right?
Anyway, Chris traced it back to
his room.
Am I done?
Tim: Fugitive task force is
on its way.
Raylan: Tell them not to do
*** until I get there.
Told T.C. I was gonna get him
tonight. It's gonna be me
coming through that door.
Kendal: Hey, Wendy.
Wendy: Hey, what's up?
Kendal: I need to talk to you
about something.
Wendy: Look, I know I just
got back, but it turns out I
have to make a u-turn, head back
up to Lexington, and fast.
Is it important?
Kendal: No.
Wendy: All right.
We'll talk later.
Kendal: Get your damn hands
off that bottle.
There wasn't nobody here.
What am I 'posed to do?
Kendal: Man, go get a hand
job or something.
I'll get you in a minute.
[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Yeah?
Kendal: Hey, Uncle Jack?
It's Kendal.
And don't say, "Kendal who?"
That joke ain't been funny since
I was 6.
How are you, kiddo?
Kendal: I'm good... I guess.
I was wondering where you were
living now.
Anywhere near Kentucky?
[ Shower runs, stops ]
This is Ava.
She's gonna be taking over for
me, starting next week.
Wow!
Milam met you yet?
What am I, dog ***?
[ Chuckles ] No, Penny.
No, you're just... you know,
meeting someone new.
Ava: It's a pleasure to meet
you, Rhyner.
And so professional.
Hey, Rhynes.
You didn't have to do that.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah, I know.
You're, uh... you're
Ava Crowder, right?
Ava: Yep.
Yeah, I been seeing you
around.
Looking forward to working with
you.
[ Chuckles ]
All right, Penny, guess this is
that farewell lap.
You can go ahead and take the
stuff to Judith.
I'll be right behind you.
He doesn't take long.
Ava: Hey.
This is every time?
Don't worry. He's a nice guy.
It's real big, but you'll get
used to it.
All right.
Here you go, Ava.
You sure you can't, uh, stay for
a little bit?
Ava: Yeah. I got to run.
All right, then.
[ Sighs ]
[ Moaning in distance ]
Too bad you had to make the
trip out to...
I never been on a sailboat.
Uh, motorboats, uh, rowboats,
sure, no problem.
But I figured, "hey, how hard
could it be?"
How about you?
You... you like the ocean?
No, I think it's lame.
'Cause you've never been.
I was born in Virginia beach.
Yeah.
Maybe we ought to swing by there
and see your parents.
You can introduce them to your
new boyfriend.
He got all his parts.
[ Knock on door ]
Speak of the devil.
Tim: U.S. marshals!
Got to do me like that for, man?
Raylan: Where's Fleming?
How the hell should I know?
Raylan: He made a call from
this room.
Well, he ain't here.
Raylan: ***.
He's the only reason I came.
Tim: Yeah.
Yeah.
- Yeah, I heard you the first time.
- Okay.
You ever notice Chris
is kind of a ***? All right.
Well, he says T.C. Fleming
hacked the phone system, made it
look like the call came from
here.
He could be anywhere.
Raylan: Told me he was
"phone phreaking" since he was
14.
Tim: Sounds like a real
winner.
Raylan: He do that to your
arm, or are you gonna tell me
the big, ugly guy there did it?
Don't hear me complaining.
Tim: You ain't tired of
getting knocked around?
[ Scoffs ]
***, no.
I give as good as I get.
But I will tell you where he is.
See, time to time, I do coding
for T.C., proof his html.
I'm pretty good.
This guy Kemp comes in with a
*** attitude, T.C. Tells him
I make the sandwiches.
Mm-hmm.
That's when I decided he was an
***.
[ Character grunting ]
[ Keys jingle ]
[ Lock clicks ]
[ Sighs ] God damn it.
Grandma, I told you!
Raylan: Surprised you picked
a basement to hide out in.
Got no window to jump out of.
[ Sighs ] That ***.
Tim: Well, if you're
talking about grandma, she's
actually kind of a hard-***.
Told us she hadn't seen you in
weeks.
Raylan: It was Candace that
gave you up.
Let's go.
Up you go.
No, no, no.
We're gonna hold on to that.
This could be used as a weapon.
[ Sighs ]
I can't believe she gave me up.
I did send y'all to her rescue.
Raylan: Said you disrespected
her computer skills.
What skills?
She's a *** coder.
Raylan: How'd you lose your
leg?
Cancer when I was 14.
How much time you think I'm
looking at here?
Raylan: I don't sentence you.
I just take you to jail.
Man, I should have just run
off with that money as soon as
I had it.
Raylan: You already went on a
shopping spree, judging by your
place. What, you mean all the tvs and ***?
Raylan: Uh-huh.
No, I won all that stuff,
man.
Raylan: "Price is right"?
I'm caller number seven.
Raylan: What?
You know, radio stations that
give *** away, and they're
like, "caller number seven wins
a TV" or "caller nine gets a
car."
Well, I'm always caller number
seven.
Raylan: The "phone phreaking"
thing, huh?
Hey, you know, I'm gonna get
you all your money back.
I'm gonna fix all your credit
cards as soon as they let me get
to a computer.
Raylan: You think I'm gonna
put a good word in for you, you
get me back what's already mine?
Well, I don't know.
Hey, what if I teach you how to
be caller number seven?
Raylan: Money's in the
evidence locker, and they're
looking at that guy Kemp for the
***.
Rachel: Great.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Art wanted me to tell you... uh,
that thing with Darryl Crowe's
parole isn't gonna happen.
The sister complained to the
judge down in Florida.
Judge reiterated that Darryl's
legally free to move as he
pleases.
Art: Don't feel like you have
to knock or anything.
Raylan: You want me to go
back out and knock?
Art: No, you're here now.
Did you get your guy?
Raylan: You know I got my
guy.
Art: Well, good.
I guess we're done, then.
Nice talking to you. Raylan: Art...
Art: What? [ Sighs ]
Raylan: Is this the way it's
gonna be now?
Now until you retire, I'm gonna
be on *** duty, getting my
orders "per the chief," instead
of hearing them from you?
Art: What if it is?
Raylan: Then I don't know
what I'm doing here.
I don't need this ***.
Put me on walk-ins?
Come on, Art.
Art: Raylan, if you don't
like the way I'm running things,
you can always quit.
Raylan: ***.
I ain't gonna quit.
Art: Well...
Raylan: You're gonna get back
to treating me like a deputy.
Art: [ Scoffs ]
Raylan: Or transfer me.
Art: Okay.
I'll call Dan tomorrow, see if
he's got a spot for you.
Raylan: Oh, I didn't mean
Florida.
I meant anywhere... anywhere
that gets me out of this
***.
Art: [ Inhales deeply ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
Raylan: Sooner the better.
Art: Okay.
Well, I got one or two things
preceding that on my ***-to-do
list, so you'll forgive me if I
don't process this right now,
while you're standing here in my
office, uninvited.
Raylan: I got some vacation
time.
Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna go
down to Florida, see my kid.
When I get back...
One or the other.
Art: Going to see your kid,
huh?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Art: Going on your own dime
this time?
Raylan: No, chief.
I won it on a radio contest.
Art: [ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Plumber got caught with drugs
on his way out.
Ava: ***.
"***" is right.
Keep it to yourself.
Once word gets out, girls find
the ***'s dried up, might
get ugly.
Ava: What if I can keep it
from drying up?
That change the equation at all?
You saying you can get
***?
Ava: That's what I'm saying.
Look here.
Girl bit me, took out a chunk.
I knocked four of her teeth out
after that.
Got this one from an ***.
Toothbrush shiv.
Not your friend Gretchen...
before her time.
Quarter inch deeper, and I'd be
dead.
I'm too old to live this life
again, and you sure as hell
ain't cut out for it.
Ava: I got a few scars of my
own. You say you can get the
dope... You better be right.
Just remember, the hardest part
ain't getting the drugs.
It's getting them inside.
And maybe it's a coincidence...
Rhyner gets busted the day I
introduce the two of you.
I hope to God almighty you
didn't risk all our lives to
keep from having to screw a
guard.
You really can get the dope... I
might have a way to get it in.
Ava: [ Exhales shakily ]
Raylan: Aren't you tired of
cleaning up Darryl's messes?
Wendy: Well, we're family.
Raylan: I've been thinking
family loyalty probably don't go
so far with you Crowes.
Wendy: That right?
That's why you think I drove all
the way up here from Miami, left
my life, to go get back my
little brother after you
snatched him up?
Raylan: You cared so much
about Kendal, he'd be back in
Miami with you right now.
Wendy: Just like how you're
down in Florida with your little
girl right now, you mean?
Raylan: Know I've got a kid,
huh?
Wendy: Yeah.
I've looked into you.
Raylan: And I've looked into
you, too.
You've been registered at some
third-tier law school since the
early part of this century,
never quite able to complete.
I'm assuming that's 'cause
Darryl keeps dragging you back
into his ***.
Wendy: Wow.
I have to admit...
I find your blatant abuse of
government privilege incredibly
sexy.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
Wendy: [ Chuckles ]
Raylan: Help me get Darryl.
He's in jail, means he's not in
Miami, messing up your life.
You can finally finish law
school.
Wendy: Mm.
You really think I'd betray my
family, huh?
Raylan: Sometimes it's best
to cut the anchor loose, save
yourself.
Hell, Darryl knows that better
than anyone... why he killed
Dilly.
Wendy: He what, now?
Raylan: Well, what'd Darryl
tell you?
He's living in a nice home at
some farm somewhere?
Anyway...
Wendy: What, so that's your
offer, huh?
Raylan: That's my offer.
Wendy: Now, is that your
final offer, or would you like
to keep negotiating?
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Wendy: 'Cause I've got a
table and two chairs up in my
room... ***, too, if you need
it.
Raylan: You don't have to
decide right away.
Take a week or two.
Think about it.
Oh, and could you get the tab?
Having trouble with my card.
[ Engine shuts off ]
Johnny: Here we go!
Hey, big "D."
You boys want to do the honors?
I can show my cousin what he
lost.
Get 'em!
Get back!
Get down!
Go! Get down!
Don't look at me!
Get your head down!
Don't you look at me!
Get down!
Get down!
Don't look up!
Johnny: God damn.
You was in on this the whole
time.
Boyd: Well, it turns out some
people still give a *** about
what kind of person they do
business with.
Johnny: Why didn't you just
kill me?
Boyd: Because we wanted to
make sure we had your money, and
like the man said, no bodies
drop in Mexico.
Johnny: [ Groans ]
Boyd: Now, the rest of you
are welcome to go back to our
original agreement.
You get this product back in the
U.S.
You go back to working for
Hot Rod.
How does that sound right about
now?
I think we're good with that.
Johnny: I'm guessing that
don't apply to me.
Boyd: No, cousin, it does
not.
You know, what you could never
understand is that some men
lead and some men follow, and
when you can't lead and you
refuse to follow, you die alone
in the desert... just not this
desert.
Now put this piece of *** in
the back of that truck.
Yep.
Danny: Don't do it!
Boyd: No! No!
No! No! No!
What the hell are you doing?!
Danny: He pulled on me!
Darryl: Why did you do that?!
Danny: I didn't have a
choice!
Johnny: [ Laughs ]
Good luck getting that *** out
of Mexico.
Boyd: [ Breathing heavily ]
[ Sighs ]
Danny: Boyd, I didn't have a
choice.
Boyd: Don't you say another
*** word.
Tell Mr. Yoon we have a problem.
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