Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: Are you, uh, a lawyer
or...? Alison: I'm Loretta's social
worker. At least you're not feeding me
bullshit to get laid. Raylan: I was just about to
get to that. You and your property are seized
till the court makes its determination.
I want these cuffs off and you people out of my house.
Rachel: All this for doing Detroit's dirty laundry.
Darryl: I'm afraid Florida's tapped out for the Crowes.
Jean Baptiste: Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky?
Dewey: Darryl. Darryl: It's good to see you,
cousin Dewey. Were you there when it
happened? It was Crowder, wasn't it?
Is this the man who assaulted your husband?
Like I said, it's not him. Lee will never again be the man
that I married. So I'm in a tough spot.
Boyd: You want that money. $300,000 and I'm gone.
Wynn: I am here to tell you that everything is fine and the
new shipment will be here very soon.
I need to know when. Boyd: Day after tomorrow.
They hit our shipment. Boyd: Clean it up.
All of it. Boyd: I'm gonna ask you one time.
Did you rip me off?
Wynn: I'm not sure I like your tone, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, then, let me repeat the question.
Did you rip me off? Wynn: No.
You see, I believe instead of wasting time accusing each
other, we should focus on getting our shit back.
Now, other than us, the only people who knew the shipment was
coming in tonight were Mikey, your two shitheads, and that
unwashed roomful of corner boys. Does anybody jump out at you?
Boyd: Let me call you back.
[ Clattering ] [ Both moaning ]
[ Both laugh ] [ Cellphone ringing ]
Alison: [ Moaning ] [ Beep ]
Raylan: Shh. Alison: Huh?
Raylan: What's up, Art? Art: What?
Did I catch you working out? Raylan: No. Bowling.
Art: Well, Monroe's gonna have his bail hearing tomorrow
morning. Chances are he's gonna get
kicked out on his own recognizance.
Apparently, the case is already falling apart.
Well, you do understand what that means, right?
Raylan: I'm sorry? Art: I said you do understand
what that means, right?! Raylan: Yeah.
You're saying that Monroe gets out in the morning and I should
be ready in case he shows up here.
Art: Well, it wouldn't be the first time that a guy celebrated
getting out on bail by taking a shot at the marshal living in
his house. Especially if he kills you.
On second thought, just forget I called.
Raylan: Funny.
Alison: What? Raylan: You do know I'm a
United States marshal. Alison: Well, maybe I have a
prescription. Raylan: Do they even give
those in this state? Alison: No.
[ Laughs ] Just to take the edge off.
Raylan: Sure doing what you do, you must run into some
pretty awful shit. Alison: It's not so bad as
you think. The truth is the hardest part's
knowing when I pull that kid from a home, I'm responsible for
the worst day of that kid's life.
Raylan: I don't want to be contrary, but that sounds every
bit as bad as I think people imagine.
Alison: What about you? Raylan: What about me?
Alison: [ Moans ] Doing what you do, you must run
into your share of awfulness, make you see things you can't
unsee. Raylan: Time to time, I suppose. Alison: What do you do to
take the edge off? [ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Alarm chirps, stops ] [ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Alarm chirps, stops ] The downside of these
high-end alarms with those shock sensors, neighborhood punks
decide they want to have fun with you, all they got to do is
run up and smack the bumper. Raylan: When I was a kid,
we'd just... Ring a guy's doorbell, run like hell.
Ding-dong ditch. Raylan: It ended for me the
day Mose Sawyer came to his door with a scatter gun.
Some guys just can't take a joke.
Raylan: I was about to outgrow it, anyway.
Kind of thing you drop as soon as you discover girls.
Yet here you are, all growed up, still dinging and donging and
don't have the sense to ditch. I never said I was the one
that set your car going. Raylan: It's not my car.
Who's it belong to, then? Raylan: The man this house
belongs to... same one who sent you here.
Now, why on earth would anybody send little old me?
Raylan: Scare me to death, I suppose.
Just so... Everything is out in the open.
Less chance somebody makes a mistake that way.
Raylan: Mm. You're a cop, huh?
KSP? Raylan: Still pretending like
you don't know. Unless Monroe didn't tell you.
So, what is this place, somewhere you just bring girls
and bang 'em? Raylan: Mind if I give you
some advice? You got one in there right now. [ Laughs ]
Raylan: Why don't you walk away, tell Monroe I wouldn't
scare, and if he wants me out of his house so bad, he should come
over here his own self. Now, who's Monroe?
All right, easy, now. I'll be on my way.
I can tell you're all anxious to get back to it.
Can't say I blame you. Dear lord, she must be some kind
of piece. Raylan: Get me out here again, you best remember to ditch.
Alison: What was it? Raylan: On the fritz.
Alison: You're not gonna believe this.
I have to go. Raylan: What?
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Oh, you here to drop off my keys?
Raylan: Making bail's got no effect on your property seizure.
I thought your lawyer explained all that, amount you're paying him.
[ Sighs ]
Yeah, I didn't have to put up bail.
I got out on my own recognizance.
Raylan: Congratulations.
Yeah.
Prosecutor didn't even mind.
Seems like you're the only one that doesn't know this case is
bullshit.
Raylan: It's not that I don't know so much as I just don't care.
Yeah, that's why you're waiting out here for me, 'cause you don't care.
Raylan: I don't care about your case.
What I do care about is you not sending any more shitkickers to
your house, interrupting my evening.
Something happened at my house?
Raylan: Set off your car alarm to draw me outside, as I
imagine you told him to do.
Gave the girl I was with enough time to come to her senses.
Before you send him again, make sure he's a guy you want holding
your life in his hands, 'cause anything he does will come back
to you.
He gets put down, you'd be looking at felony murder.
Funny, huh?
If he dies, you'd be on the hook for murder... how it works.
This guy, did, uh... He do anything else?
Raylan: Next time, why not just cut out the middleman and
do it yourself, make the most of that recognizance?
Know, I didn't always used to be a finance guy.
Raylan: I know.
First few arrests were for assault with intent, collection
of debts by extortionate means.
That's correct.
Raylan: You want that to impress me?
No.
I just wanted to let you know that if I were to come looking
for you, it wouldn't be to set off a car alarm.
Raylan: Well, you know where to find me.
Lee, where I'm from, you go to the police, your family finds
you cut up into pieces in a plastic bag.
Yeah, but Mooney works for me.
Really?
Then why does he threaten me?
Why does he throw me out of the car and puts a gun to my face?
Listen to me.
The doctors told me you might never wake up.
How was I to know that I'm going to be safe without your protection?
[ Laughing ] Oh, that is bullshit.
Please don't tell me you're buying into her crap.
This woman is obviously terrified.
She's not used to this kind of business, and then you scare the
shit out of her like that!
From now on, your number-one job is to make sure she's safe.
And where does that leave us with Crowder?
Half a dozen of my deputies witness her tell me that he is
not the guy.
Any I.D that she makes now will get laughed out of court.
Well, Mr. Crowder's not gonna go to court.
[ Scoffing ] W-what?
You're just gonna let him skate?
No. I want you to kill him.
Get the hell off me, man!
Jesus.
Pardon me!
Move your ass, God damn it!
Come on! Come on!
[ Grunts ]
Get off!
♪
Well, shit, Boyd. You want to tell me why you had
Captain Fauxhawk drag me all the way over here?
Boyd: We have a problem, Cyrus.
Hoping maybe you could help. Yeah, well, I hope that
problem doesn't have anything to do with a certain service you
say will be restored. Wynn: Is that a BB gun?
He had it with him. Wynn: The more you pump, the
harder it shoots? Ain't you never seen a airgun? [ Gun fires ]
Ohh! Jesus, man!
U almost took out my eye! Wynn: Yeah, I know. I missed.
[ Gun fires ] Aah!
[ Whimpers ] The hell's wrong with you, man?!
Boyd: My colleague is apoplectic at the part you
played in the loss of our product.
[ Gun cocks ] The loss of... Jesus! Boyd: I, on the other hand,
understand you must have been an unwitting accomplice, 'cause you
ain't stupid enough to think you can rip me off and remain on
this side of the goddamn planet! Aah! Jesus Christ, man!
Boyd: So what I need from you right now, son, is to tell me
who she is. Boyd, I don't know what you
mean right now. Boyd: Whoever you told about
the shipment. And I say "she" 'cause I'm
giving you the benefit of the doubt.
[ Gun cocks ] Come on, now, son.
Pussy is a powerful thing.
She calls herself "Candy," but that just might be on
account of this little trick she does where she just...
Boyd: This better be important.
It's that Russian lady. She says it's an emergency.
Wynn: You're taking the call? Boyd: It is important.
Cyrus, in my absence, I encourage you to tell Mr. Duffy
everything you know about miss Candy and her bag of tricks. Unh-unh.
Wynn: Don't worry, Cyrus. Aah!
Wynn: [ Chuckles ] [ Gun cocks ]
God damn! Boyd: Miss Mara, at the risk
of being rude, do you really think it's smart for you to be
calling my bar? [ Coughs ]
Wynn: Ear. Aah! God damn!
Boyd: I see. Raylan: He sent some asshole
to muscle me. I'm supposed to just sit still?
Art: He told you specifically that it was Monroe that sent
him? Raylan: He didn't say it wasn't. Who else is it gonna be?
Art: What I'm really wondering is before Monroe's
lawyer called that judge and started screaming "harassment,"
were you planning on telling me about any of this?
You have your "go" bag in the car?
Rachel: Always. Art: Good.
Raylan: Art. Art: You're gonna be moving
into the Monroe house. Raylan: That's not
necessary. Rachel: The golden boy's
being evicted? Art: No, nobody's being
evicted. Time being, you two are gonna
live together, watch each other's backs.
Raylan: [ Groans ] He didn't even have a gun.
Art: He didn't show you a gun.
Raylan, come on. This guy comes back, you know
he's gonna come heavy. Things go South, can you imagine
the shitstorm I'd be under if I ignored a warning sign?
Raylan: So now I got a chaperone.
Art: [ Laughs ] We call it "backup," Raylan.
A chaperone is what you would have if, say, I thought you were
using the Monroe house for personal business, but, of
course, that's ridiculous, 'cause, of course, I know you
understand that the shitstorm I was talking about before would
be nothing compared to what would happen if, say, a civilian
got hurt at a property that we owned.
Rachel: Call me if you're gonna be late for supper.
Darryl: Hear my daddy tell it, you'd have thought
Harlan county was hell on earth. When I woke up here this
morning, though, I never saw so much green.
Man could get used to living like this.
Dewey: How long you planning to stay, cousin Darryl?
Darryl: Cousin Dewey, if I didn't know better, I'd think
you don't want me 'round here. Dewey: [ Laughing ] No, of
course not. It's just... I just... what are
the feds gonna do when they find out you broke your probation?
Darryl: Even if they knew I left Florida, only way they'd
know to find me here... Is if someone told them where to look.
Dewey: That's not the only way.
You remember Raylan Givens... he said he sent you to stark?
Well, he's assigned to Kentucky now.
He's always poking around down here on one thing and another,
smacking everybody. Darryl: Cousin Dewey, now,
you're worrying about me like you my bitch.
You my bitch? Dewey: [ Chuckling ] No, I'm
not your bitch. Darryl: Okay, 'cause my
probation's over on account of me helping Raylan Givens
apprehend a notorious fugitive. That means I'm free to come and
go as I please. Dewey: You came here.
Darryl: Figured you could use some help.
Dewey: With what? Darryl: Hey, girl. Hey!
"Café con leche" don't just mean "coffee with milk."
You got to stir it, steam it. Dewey: What is it you think I
need help with? Darryl: Managing your new
fortune. Dewey: How did you hear about that?
Darryl: See, when I was
locked down at Stark, I took a bunch of classes... business
administration, accounting, real estate.
Took one in composition, which I don't think will come into play,
but you never know. Dewey: I appreciate the
thought and all... Darryl: Hey, you ain't got to
thank me. How much y'all make in here,
week over week? Oh, uh, five, six.
Darryl: Y'all make 300 grand a year?
Four or five. No, five... f-f-f-five, six...
[ Clears throat ] ...Hundred.
Darryl: Is that right? Dewey: Yeah, w... there's a
lot of expenses, taking care of whores.
Darryl: Yeah? Who told you that, huh?
The fella you bought from? What's his name, Beard? Bird?
Dewey: Boyd. Darryl: Boyd.
Dewey: Boyd Crowder. Darryl: How much you pay him?
Ewey d$250,000. Darryl: $250,000?!
God damn, Dewey! You got ripped off!
Look, r-r-right here in the classifieds, there's a fully
equipped and liquor-licensed restaurant in Corbin going for a
buck 25, and it has curb appeal! You ain't got no curb appeal up
in here! Dewey: What's curb appeal?
Darryl: Damn, Dewey! You done got ripped off!
Damn! Look, I know you don't want me here. Dewey: [ Laughing ] No, I
never said that. Darryl: Mm!
It's okay. It's okay.
All right? You got your own thing.
You want to be left to it, right, big man?
So, why don't you go and talk to Boyd and tell him that your
real-estate consultant has determined that you overpaid,
all right? And you expect him to return you
$100,000 of that $250,000. I'm gonna take half for my time
and expertise, and you'll see my taillights.
How's that sound, big man? Dewey: Okay.
Rachel: This make sense to you?
Raylan: You know, it doesn't. Art's the one that thinks you
need to be here. Rachel: No, I mean Monroe
sending a guy. Could he really think he'd make
us move out of his house? Raylan: Eh, maybe he sent him
to be an asshole. Rachel: You do bring it out
in people. But I'll try not to cramp your style. Don't worry.
Raylan: It's not that. Rachel: Huh, so I guess the
blonde at the door isn't here to see you.
Raylan: It's Loretta McCready's case worker.
Alison: I guess it's not such a good idea, me showing up here.
I thought you said you had the place to yourself.
Raylan: I did. That car alarm last night.
Alison: You said it was on the Fritz.
Raylan: I... Didn't want to... Kill your buzz, so to speak.
There was a guy out here setting it off, hitting the bumper with
a bat. Seems pretty clear it was the
owner who sent him. Under the circumstances, my boss
doesn't want anyone here alone. Alison: So, when you say "a
bat," you mean a baseball bat? Raylan: Don't mean the kind
with wings. Alison: This guy, did he have
a...Shamrock tattooed on his neck?
Raylan: Please tell me that was a lucky guess.
[ Buzzer ]
Boyd: Hey. Look, I ain't got a lot of time.
[ Clears throat ] I got robbed last night.
I don't want to go into the details, but I'm looking for the
person who I think is responsible.
Now, her name is Candy. Now, Cyrus You remember Cyrus? Ava: Mm.
Boyd: Now, Cyrus said this girl used ice on him, breath
mints. Said she did things they ain't
even got names for. Now, I know we had a couple of
girls at Audry's used to specialize in stuff like this.
Ava, is any of this ringing a bell?
Ava: Why? Are you looking for a blowjob?
Boyd: Baby, I'm looking to find out who robbed me.
Ava: You mean who robbed us, don't you?
Boyd: Ava, what do you want from me?
Ava: Well, I want you to ask me how I'm doing in here.
I want you to tell me what you're doing to get me out.
Boyd: Well, it's best, honey, if you don't know the details.
Ava: [ Scoffs ] Which details, Boyd?
How you couldn't bribe a judge? Or how you nearly killed the one
man whose testimony we needed changed?
[ Slaps leg ] Maybe I really am better off
counting on him. Boyd: You take those things
off again, I'm gonna staple them to your goddamn head.
Turn around. ♪
I'm doing everything I can for you.
There ain't no legal way to get you out of this.
The things they charged you with, it ain't like they got it
wrong. Ava: You told me to move that
body. Boyd: I didn't tell you to do
it alone, to kick Jimmy out of the truck.
Ava: So all this, it's my fault?
Boyd: I didn't kill delroy. Ava: [ Scoffs ]
That was all me. Hey. We're done.
Boyd: Ava. [ Sighs ]
I still need to find that girl. [ Buzzer ]
[ Door opens ] The first of two lions led to
more. [ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Grunts ] [ Groans ]
Raylan: Carry this with you everywhere, huh?
Smart. Guy with your record gets
stopped with a gun... knife even... he's going away.
But this thing, well, you could do as much damage in the right
hands, but you get stopped with it, you just say you're on the
way to the batting cages. [ Grunts ]
[ Groans ] Raylan: Why don't you stay
down there, Henry? [ Laughing ] How did you find
me? Raylan: Oh, come on.
A smart fellow like you can figure it out.
That bitch saw me last night, huh?
Just when I... [ Screams ]
Raylan: That was my fault. I should have been clearer.
Standing up ain't the only way to get me to take this bat to
you. Calling her a bitch will get us
there, too. Did she even tell you what
she did to me? Raylan: She told me she put
Henry Jr. in foster care after LPD found crystals of your meth
mixed in with his G.I Joes. That's bullshit.
That bi...
Ms. Brander planted that shit to give her a reason to take him
away. Raylan: Are you saying you
didn't cook meth? What I'm saying is I never
brought that shit home. I'm a pro.
She must have had it on her when she came by on her wellness
check. Raylan: And why was she
checking wellness? Is that 'cause Jr.'s
kindergarten teacher was concerned about his bruises?
Well, that was his mama's fault.
She got back on the pipe, she got all high-strung.
She kicked it again after that, for a while.
Then Henry got taken. Raylan: And in your mind,
is is all Alison's fault? She took three years away
from me, sent my kid to live with strangers.
Yeah, I blame her. Raylan: She's not your
problem, Henry. She didn't plant drugs in my
house, change the course of my life?
Raylan: Whatever she did, she didn't do it to you.
She did it 'cause she thought it was the best way to do her job.
Now, I know you're hurting, but if you ever want to see
Henry Jr. again, even just talking to him, you got to spend
less time screwing up other people's lives and more fixing
your own. Well, that's just perfect.
Make one hell of a bumper sticker.
Raylan: You do what you want with your life... But you come
near Alison again, best-case scenario, you end up in jail...
And that's best-case.
I missed you. Yeah? Really?
[ Sighs ] I was only gone... what was
it?... Two whole days? I know, but I thought they
was gonna let you out in two hours.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah, well, that's the deal
you get busted on the weekend. They got to hold you till the
judge comes in on Monday. And they just expect me to
get by without it all that time? [ Grunts ]
Maybe they thought you'd get one of them mandingos you grew up
with to come and help you pass the time.
[ Sighs ] What did I tell you about that
shit? Louisville's not that long a drive. [ Groans ]
I bet you make one phone call home, half the jimmies in
Smoketown will be jumping in their escalades, racing to get
to you first. I swear, I don't know why you
have to be such an asshole sometimes.
[ Smooches ] Did you offer him anything else?
I don't even know who you mean.
[ Smooches ] Your Smoketown Jimmy.
[ Sighs ] Did you offer him some green
to go along with the pink? Baby, if you're joking, I'm
not. Man came to my house last
night, drew the marshal that was staying there outside.
Okay. So? So, you break into a house
like mine, you either got to know how to bypass the
maximum-security codes... Or you got to be able to draw the
person standing there out. And you risk a thing like that,
you'd better know there's something inside that's worth
your while. And exactly how to get to it
and to get it, all before the marshal has time...
But... To come back in and close the door. [ Gasps ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Smooches ] [ Sighs ]
[ Gasps ] [ Straining ] Baby, I don't know
what you're thinking. Doesn't matter what I'm
thinking. What matters is I can't think of
anyone but you... And me... Who knows where that gold's at.
And such a betrayal. I didn't [ Muffled screaming ]
[ Grunts ] [ Grunting ]
[ Muffled growling ] [ Panting ]
[ Gasps ] [ Coughs ]
Duffy... [ Coughs ] Say what?
Wasn't Duffy the one who put the safe in?
[ Coughs ] Duffy.
He didn't know what was in it. But he knew it was valuable
enough that you needed a hidden safe.
[ Sobbing ] Please, baby, I swear.
[ Gasps ] Shh, shh, shh, shh.
I swear. Hey, hey, hey.
It's all right. I believe you. I just wish you'd been more
cooperative in the first place instead of getting all
argumentative. Would have saved us both a lot of trouble. [ Sighs ]
I'm gonna need you to go in and get it for me.
Raylan: Were you not listening just now when I told
you I went to see him, told him what would happen if he ever
came back? Rachel: The guy little miss sunshine planted meth on.
Raylan: What's that matter? Rachel: You ask her about it?
Raylan: When have I had the time?
[ Doorbell rings ] Rachel: What if she were a
criminal? Raylan: Alison?
She's not. Rachel: Smokes weed in front
of you, plants meth on an innocent man, but still she's a
good girl? Raylan: I wouldn't call Henry
innocent, and none of that makes her a criminal.
[ Doorbell rings ] Rachel: Let me rephrase the
question. If she were a criminal, what
would you do? Raylan: What do you mean,
"what would I do"? What do you think I would do?
Rachel: I don't know, Raylan. Way you've been managing your
life lately, that's a question I've stopped asking.
So, are you gonna answer the door, or am I?
Raylan: Where are you going with all this?
Rachel: [ Sighs ] Guy gets you outside.
Maybe he's giving his partner time to take whatever it is they
came here for. Raylan: You think Alison's
trying to rip this place off? Rachel: I think the fact that
you won't even consider it means you're either lying to yourself,
me, or both. Raylan: Can we just, for a
sec, stop talking about what a mess my life is and get back to
talking about how you do not need to be here anymore?
Oh. I don't know if y'all remember me. Rachel: The maid, not the
housekeeper. I'm supposed to check on the
koi. Rachel: Afraid they're gonna
have to tough it out. If Mr. Monroe gets convicted,
the government gets to come in and sell this place off and
everything in it, right? Rachel: You call him
"mister"? So, how y'all bosses gonna
feel if they miss out on 100,000 bucks 'cause you
wouldn't let me check the ph? Raylan: Hold up.
That bunch of goldfish is worth $100,000?
Rachel: Do what you got to do.
We'll be along in a sec. Boyd: There are only three
places in Harlan she's been known to stay... Audry's, her
mama's, and her sister's, and she ain't worked at Audry's
since Ava went away, so what's that mean?
Her mama or her sister's. Boyd: That's the reason why I
got you on the payroll. You know who she's working
for? Boyd: I have a pretty good
idea, but I need it confirmed, which means I need for you to
take her alive. And I need nobody to know she's
been took. Carl, I mean it... alive!
Dewey Crowe, your timing has never been impeccable, and today
is no exception. Dewey: I need a word, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, it's gonna have to wait.
I'm awful busy at the moment. Dewey: No, it can't wait.
You ripped me off! Boyd: I did what, now?
Dewey: There's a restaurant in Corbin with full licenses
listed for half what I paid for Audry's.
Now, I can see how this 'pealing curb they got might hold the
price down... Boyd: Does this restaurant
have blowjobs on the menu? Apples and oranges, son.
Dewey: You said I'd be making money hand over glove.
Boyd: Well, building a business takes time!
Dewey: The business you sold me was supposed to already be
built! Now, I want $100,000, and I'm
not leaving here without it. [ Gun cocks ]
How about just $50,000? We can call it a loan.
Well, I'll give you a-a cut of the take from Audry's.
I got nowhere else to turn! Boyd: You want to tell me
what's really going on? Dewey: My cousin's here from
Florida. Boyd: Well, that's a good
thing. Family can be the perfect salve
in difficult times. Dewey: You don't understand.
Cousin Darryl is difficult times.
He wants Audry's, Boyd. I need him gone.
Boyd: Well, then, tell him to go!
Dewey: No, you don't know Darryl.
Boyd: No, but I know you. Now, Dewey Crowe, you stand
before me today a newly minted small businessman on his way to
being bona fide. After everything you've been
through, I am proud of you, son. The only thing I know about your
cousin Darryl is he doesn't know who he's related to.
[ Sighs ] Boyd: Now, sometimes, being a
man means you got to know when to put your foot down.
Well, put your foot down, Dewey Crowe!
[ Beeping ]
Raylan: Well, on second thought, I can see how someone
would pay $100,000 for those. So, you want me to go back to
Mr. Monroe and tell him that the safe was empty?
Raylan: That's right. Why?
Rachel: 'Cause we're telling you to.
I don't understand. Rachel: You don't need to
understand. Don't need to do it, either.
Raylan: Now, Gloria, that's where you're wrong.
You do need to do it. Otherwise, you're going to jail.
Mrs. Paxton called. She says she believes Crowder's
been driving by her house. Guess she should have I.D'd
him when she had the chance. I have a hard time with her
accent, but it sounded to me like she wanted you, personal.
Shit.
You're so worried about your safety, you should probably lock
the front door before you shower.
Boyd: She's safe enough. You wanted a look.
Keep on looking! [ Grunts ]
Oh, yes! Look at me.
The other night on the road, you shouldn't have done what you did
to me. D-don't do anything crazy,
now, Boyd. If you kill a sheriff, they're
liable to hunt you down like a dog.
Boyd: Well, I'm hoping I don't have to kill you, Mooney.
I'm hoping we can come to an agreement.
[ Gasps ] Boyd: Now, the money I
offered Paxton, how about that ends up under your mattress?
In exchange for what? Boyd: Telling him you did as
he asked, put a bullet in the back of my head.
Oh, yeah. [ Grunts ]
[ Breathing heavily ] Better just kill him.
Y-y-y-y-you don't have to do that.
I'll do anything you want. You can't trust his kind.
He's only loyal as long as you have the gun.
Boyd: Aw, he's loyal as long as he knows he's playing for the
winning team. So, how about it, Mooney?
Boyd Crowder or Lee Paxton? Now, who you figure's gonna be
the last man standing?
Of course I'm sure. No, it was empty!
Look, baby, I'm sorry, but your gold is gone.
Well, all right. All right, I'll see you later.
Be safe. [ Sighs ]
Raylan: What did he say? He said he's going to go kill Duffy.
Wynn: You're kidding. You want me to let him in?
Wynn: No, I want you to get back behind the wheel and see if
we can outrun him. Yes. Let him in.
Raylan: [ Sighs ] I'm looking to have a private
word. Wynn: I hope you understand
if that doesn't strike me as the fondest notion, given our recent
history, marshal. Raylan: I hoped you were the
kind of man that chooses not to live in the past.
Wynn: Well, normally, I am. It's just that, you know, try to
kill me once, shame on you... Raylan: If I tried to kill
you, you'd be dead. Besides, I'm here to protect
you. Wynn: Well, that's a
refreshing change of pace. Mikey, give us a sec.
Am I allowed to ask who you're protecting me from?
Raylan: Charles Monroe. Wynn: Don't believe I know
that name. Raylan: I'm betting you do,
seeing as he washed close to $3 million for you last couple
years. Wynn: Isn't there an "allegedly" that goes along with that?
Raylan: At the moment, the only connection between you and
Monroe that interests me is the one that's got him looking to
put a bullet in your head. Wynn: And which one is that?
Raylan: You installed a hidden safe in his office.
Wynn: Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, that I do
know a Mr. Monroe and that I did install a safe in his office.
How does that lead to him wanting me dead?
Raylan: Come on, wynn. Why would anyone want to kill
the guy that put in their security?
Wynn: Charlie got robbed? Raylan: He believes he did.
Wynn: And... Why? Raylan: Well, I don't want to
bore you with the details. Basically, I led him to believe
it. Wynn: So... You're protecting
me from a situation you created? Raylan: I can see how you'd
see it that way, if you want to focus on the negative.
[ Gunshots ] Rachel: Drop it!
Get on the ground! Hands in the air!
Raylan: You okay? Rachel: Fine.
He pulled and shot before I cleared my holster.
I had no choice. He drew down on me.
Wynn: Gun's legal. He's licensed to carry
concealed. Raylan: He ain't got license
to shoot people. Guess I didn't think you had it
in you. Wynn: Mikey?
Mikey's a stone killer. Why do you think I keep him around?
You promised Mooney the same money you promised me.
Boyd: That bother you? It would if I thought you
intend to pay him. Boyd: I just need a little
time. How much time does it take to
kill an old man? You already did most of the job.
Boyd: That was an overreaction.
You see, your husband swore out a statement about what my Ava
did, so if he dies, that statement still lives, so either
I need to make him change his testimony, or I need to make him
out a liar. He is the pillar of the
community... or so he says. Boyd: That's why I need a
little time. He will need proof, you know.
He won't take the sheriff's word that you're dead.
Boyd: Well, I would say that Mooney can bring him my head.
But on most days, that's my best asset.
[ Laughs ]
You have tattoos? Boyd: A few.
Show me.
Boyd: That was from a long time ago.
On my street, growing up, there were old men who killed
Nazis... And old men who were Nazis.
Is it from prison? Boyd: A place called Elkton.
Mm. Same in Russian prison.
Your tattoos tell your story.
Boyd: You have cold hands, miss Mara.
My mother used to say, "cold hands, strong body."
Boyd: And I'm not quite sure I see the connection.
She meant that when you live in a place that is so cold your
body can't heat all of itself, so it learns that there are
parts you must keep warm... And parts that can do without.
Would you give up your arm? Boyd: Well, no disrespect to
your mama, but... A one-armed criminal...
she was a survivor. I think you know something about
this, as well.
What about your hand?
We'll put this tattoo on a dead man's hand.
[ Sighs ] Boyd: You have a dead man
lying around somewhere, miss Mara?
[ Chuckles ] Of course.
My husband owns a funeral home.
What about you? Boyd: What about me what?
Can you find a dead man? Can you find more than one?
[ Chuckles ] Alison: So, you finally have
the place to yourself, huh? Raylan: No more threat, no
more need for backup. Alison: What will happen to
the gold? Raylan: Sit in a warehouse
till Monroe gets convicted. Then we'll auction it.
Alison: I thought you said it was likely he wouldn't get
convicted. Raylan: That was before.
Charges we got on him now... kidnapping, attempted murder, so
forth. He's got a lot of barbed wire in his future. Alison: Mm.
All 'cause he didn't believe his girlfriend was telling the
truth. Raylan: She's his maid.
Alison: Gets me thinking how you see me.
Raylan: Worried I'll see you as my maid or as my girlfriend?
Alison: This whole time, you never once wondered if I was
part of it? Raylan: Were you?
Alison: Part of you wish I'd been?
You tend to get involved with women who run afoul of the law?
Raylan: It's happened once or twice.
I wouldn't call it a tendency. Alison: What would you call
it? Raylan: Tell you the truth,
left to my own devices, I'd probably never think about it.
Alison: Mm. Never can be sure.
Raylan: Of what? Alison: That I wasn't... In on
it. Raylan: I guess that's right.
Alison: Kind of like how now you know there's one hidden
treasure in this place... You'll never be certain there
aren't others. Raylan: Stands to reason.
Alison: Anyway, can't hurt to look.
Raylan: Any suggestions where I might start?
Alison: [ Moans ] [ Sighs ]
One or two. Dewey: Messer!
What the hell's going on? Messer!
Darryl: Hey, Dewey. Dewey: Where is everybody?
Darryl: Man, I sent everyone home, man.
Closed up. Dewey: What did you do that
for?! Darryl: You get the money
from Boyd? Dewey: Well, if I did, you
still ain't getting a cent. Yeah, that's what I came to tell
you. You're hitting the road, cousin.
This here's my whorehouse. My dream.
And you ain't any part of it. Darryl: [ Laughing ] Oh,
shit, Dewey. Okay.
All right, Dewey. Don't take no shit from nobody.
I like that. Before I go, you want me to tell
you why what should be a gold mine is bringing back such
itty-bitty returns? Dewey: Oh, I got a leaky
water pipe or something? Darryl: Or something.
Well, come look for yourself.
There he is. Yeah.
Dewey: What the hell? Darryl: Yeah, take him out.
[ Grunts ] Darryl: Yeah.
See, here it is. See that?
See your cousin Danny, see here Jean Baptiste... he's Haitian.
Your cousin Kendal's racked up in one of them trailers.
You know how teenagers be. Dewey: Why did you do that to
Messer? Darryl: Well, let him tell you himself. Hey, man. Hey!
You got something to say to my cousin?
[ Grunts, mumbles ] [ Coughs ]
Dewey: Speak up. [ Coughs ]
I've been... Skimming, Dewey. I'm awful sorry.
Darryl: Now tell him how much.
Well, you should be making almost three grand a week...
Darryl: Mm! ...After expenses.
Dewey: You son of a bitch! Danny: Hey! Dewey!
Hey, hey, hey. Dewey: You piece of shit!
Darryl: Now tell him why. Boyd... Boyd put me up to it!
He gave me no choice. Darryl: Hold on! Hey!
I wanted like hell to tell you.
I felt awful bad about it. I'm sorry.
Darryl: It hurts. It hurts real good.
I know that pain. I know it hurts.
Just breathe. You see, all the answers to your
questions, right from the piggy's mouth, right?
Only question now is how do you get rid of bodies around here,
huh? Back home, we just feed 'em to
the gators. Dewey: H-hold on. What?
You're gonna kill him? Darryl: No, Dewey.
He didn't steal from me. You are.
[ Grunting ]
Boyd: Anybody see you? Didn't go in till her mama left
for the bingo. Boyd: Open it.
[ Whimpering ] [ Gasps ]
Boyd: Take it off. [ Whimpering ]
Boyd: Where is he? [ Shakily ] I-I don't know.
I swear to God. I swear.
Um, he called... And he said he would pay me
if... if I found out when the drugs were coming in, so I found
out. Boyd: And you called him back. [ Sniffles ]
Boyd: She got a cellphone on her?
[ Sniffles ]
Boyd: He filed under his first or last name?
First. [ Beep ]
[ Ringing ] [ Whimpers ]
Johnny: Hey, darling. Boyd: Hello, cousin Johnny.
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