Justified (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - Fire in the Hole - full transcript

The airport's a good 45 from here,

but I figure you'll be all right if
you leave in the next two minutes.

Correct me if I'm wrong, my friend,
but you gave me 'till 2:15, right?

Now you have two minutes.

You know,

I been coming here
ever since I was a kid,

ever since this was nothing
but old Jews and old Cubans.

And to tell you the truth,
I love it here. I really do.

I loved it then, and I love it now.
So I'm not gonna leave, so...

have a meal with me, okay?
You hungry?

I swear, you pass up...



These are the best crab cakes in town,
I swear to God.

Much better than that crap we were
eating in Managua. Remember that?

I don't know if that was Mexican,
Puerto Rican.

I don't know what it was, but it was crap.
Remember? I hated it.

I didn't mind it.

I had some pork dish I quite liked.

One minute.

But a second ago,
you said two minutes.

- What's going on here?
- Time flies, huh?

You.

You're a character.

I was telling my friends this morning
how yesterday you come to me and,

"If you don't get out of town in
24 hours, I'm gonna shoot you on sight."

Come on. What is that?



They thought it was a joke.
They started laughing.

You tell them about the man you killed?

The way you did it?

'Cause I found
nothing funny in that.

Then maybe I should've killed you, huh?
Maybe I made a mistake.

Well, we all have regrets.

Cut me a little slack here, okay?

Does nothing count,
that I let you live?

Oh, I'm giving you the same
consideration right now.

You can get up and go.

30 seconds.

So, what are you gonna do?

In front of all these people,
you're gonna pull out a gun

and you're gonna shoot
an unarmed man?

You're unarmed, huh?

Hey, you got eyes. You see a piece on me?

20 seconds.

Okay.

10.

You know what? Seriously,

you come in, you interrupt my
meal, you won't eat with me.

This is bullshit.

This is supreme bullshit.

US attorney's gonna have
a lot of questions.

Nothing I can't answer.

They might think that you cornered him,
didn't give him a choice.

- Oh, he had a choice.
- How's the hat, hmm?

I was wondering if it shrunk, you
know, got a little too tight,

you took it off your head,
and now you're suffering from sunstroke.

You do know

that we're not allowed to shoot
people on sight anymore...

- I didn't.
- and haven't been for, I don't know,

- maybe 100 years?
- He pulled first.

It's not about who pulled first.

You remember the meth-head last year,
the one who pulled a shotgun?

That ended up on what, page nine?
This...this bullshit...

this is gonna be on
the nightly news.

DOJ inquiry number 359826

into the shooting death
of Thomas Francis Buckley

on March 3, 2010,

in Miami, Florida.

Would you like to make a statement?

The Marshal's office has conducted
an internal investigation

of the proceedings

- that occurred at the hotel in question on...
- Dan,

Come on,
let's just keep it simple, huh?

He pulled first. I shot him.

I thought that went well.

You thought that went well?

I got a phone call this morning
from the director.

Before that, the director
got a phone call from the AG.

Let me put it to you this way.
The weather forecast

is for a shitload of shit raining down
on this office from Washington.

I'm gonna reassign you.

Prison transport?

No, I'm getting you out of Dodge.

They need manpower in the
eastern district of Kentucky.

I talked to the chief of
the district, Art Mullen,

said you guys taught
firearms together at Glynco.

No, no, Dan, I grew up in Kentucky.
I don't want to go back there.

Well, then, we have a problem, because
you don't want to go back to Kentucky,

and you cannot, under any
circumstances, stay here.

Got any other skills?

A bit of a comedown
from the Miami office, I'd expect.

Not with you here.

Good to see you.

Well, I won't overwhelm you with
everybody's name right now.

You want to go have a drink?

Sounds good.

You follow me, and I'll pack up,
and we'll go.

You look the same
as you did at Glynco.

Same coat, same boots.

The boots are fairly new.

Don't tell me that hat is.

No, it's old.

Have a seat.

You were working
fugitives in Miami, huh?

Yeah, I did.

Yeah, well, here, everybody
does everything.

Fugitives, witness relocation,

judicial protection,

forfeitures,

prisoner transport.

Boy, every office I ever worked in,

prisoner transport was the shit detail.

Chief always used it as punishment.

But here, we all do it.

- Even you?
- No. Hell no.

I heard about you and Winona.

From who?

Winona. She works here.

In Lexington?

In the courthouse. She's a court reporter.

Well, I...I knew she was
coming back to Kentucky.

I think her mom took ill.

Well, I thought that was
why you picked Kentucky.

Art, no offense...

I didn't pick Kentucky.

I talked to your marshal
down there in Miami.

Tell me about the shooting.

It was justified.

You concerned about
me coming down here?

It's a small office, Raylan.

I'm concerned when we
switch brands of coffee.

Is your dad still down there in Harlan?

Far as I know.

Thought you were from there.

Reason I ask...the US attorney's
trying to build this case

against this guy in Harlan, and
he's about the same age as you.

It's a small town,

thought you might know him. Boyd Crowder.

My god, Art, any other shit
you want to dump on me tonight?

- You do know him.
- Yeah. I know him.

Boyd and I dug coal
together when we were 19.

Well, Boyd, what do you think?

Well, Jared, I think it sucks.

What? Why?

I appreciate the sentiment,

wanting to, uh, go after a federal
building under construction.

But, you see, we'd need a full
box of Emulex to bring that down,

and that's if you got
cuts in the steel,

and all we got's a rocket launcher.

And impressive as that is,
the only thing it's gonna do

is knock some shit around.

Don't you worry about it.
We'll just go to plan B.

Plan B?

Oh, yeah!

There's always a plan B.

Now, it used to be, a couple
of crackers in an SUV,

would set the jungle on edge.

These surely are end times.

All right, this is it right here.

Let's shoot straight up
here, and make a right.

This is good right here.

Well, I believe we can take her from here.

What, you gonna blow up that church?

Boyd!
There's people on the streets.

They're gonna see us.
They're gonna ID my car.

You worried about your car?

You know, I just crushed...

Fire in the hole!

Move! Move!

Boyd became a powder man.

He'd crawl down the hole
with his case of Emulex 520,

come out stringing wire, call out
"Fire in the hole" to clear the shaft.

She'd blow, and we'd go back in,
dig out the pieces.

We weren't what you'd call buddies,
but you work a deep mine with a man,

you look out for each other.

Well, after that, he joined the army,

and he went to Kuwait
for Desert Storm.

And when he came back,

after a couple years,

he quit paying his taxes,

claimed that he was
a sovereign citizen,

and so US attorneys sent
him down to Alderson.

That's where he got involved
with the patriot movement

and the white-supremacy bullshit,

got them making horseshit bombs,
you know,

fertilizer and fuel oil.

They'll come into a town like Somerset,
and they'll blow up a car.

And then while the cops are busy,
they'll go rob a bank.

Saw that in a Steve McQueen movie.

Yeah, well, these guys ain't movie actors.

Did he change much?

Other than the fact he's now a racist asshole?

He's lost some hair, but...

that's about it.

How come you didn't want
to blow up that church?

I told you.

I didn't want them to ID my car.

I got to thinking that

maybe you had an aversion
to hurting people.

Hell no!

Yeah, well, I also got to thinking that

a building under construction

might just be the kind
of innocuous target...

You know what that means?
That means harmless.

Huh?

It might just be
the kind of harmless target

that the Federal Bureau of Imperialism
might be willing to sacrifice

in order to get somebody
deep in the movement.

You think I'm a snitch?

All I know
is you don't have any tattoos,

you keep rubbing that head like you
don't think that hair's gonna grow back.

You think I'm a snitch
'cause I rub my head?

I mean, you understand where
I'm coming from, right?

- I mean, you come out here from Oklahoma...
- No

full of piss and vinegar,

talking about how you were tired
of spray-painting synagogues,

saying you want
to blow some shit up.

Hey!

You don't believe me,
you check it out.

- Why don't you call Oklahoma?
- Oh, we are.

Devil's doing it as we speak.

Yeah.

You'll see, Boyd. I ain't no snitch.

Yeah, well, like you said,

we'll see.

Right there.

- Hey, turn that shit off.
- Why don't you eat my ass?

- Hey, how'd it go?
- Out of the way.

- Get over.
- The primary was a waste of time,

but took care
of the secondary just fine.

Where you at?

East of 75 on Tates Creek Road.

Oh, hey, we got a call from Oklahoma.

Jared checks out.

Oh?

How'd he do?

I had to let Jared go.

Oh.

Was it 'cause you didn't trust him
or you just didn't like him much?

Probably a little bit of both.

I am gonna need you to
pick me up, though.

I will show that my client
did not engage in fraud.

A report by a forensic accountant
will show that any anomalies

are due entirely
to a misentering of amounts,

a common bookkeeping error,

and by no means fraud.

Thank you, counselor.

Will the prosecution
please approach the jury?

Thank you, Your Honor.

It might seem like
a simple technical mistake,

but the state will prove
there was malicious intent...

One second.

coordinated with the co-defendants on January...

Sorry. I was in the courthouse.
I'll be up in a minute.

Tates CreekRoad.

I think I know where that is.

County sheriff's deputy
found it just after dawn.

His name's Jared Hale.

Bureau has him listed
as some kind of Aryan knight,

Oklahoma driver's license, registration.

You got him connected to Boyd?

Mm, so far, tenuously.
I've talked to his sister in Tulsa,

and she said that he came to Kentucky
to hook up with some commandos.

Now, that's probably the murder weapon.
It's recently been fired.

There's no prints on it.
In fact, the whole vehicle's clean,

except for this.

- Now, do you know what that is?
- Uh uh.

I didn't, either.

That is the cap that goes
on the end of a rocket launcher.

No shit.

And last night in Lexington,
we had a church bombing,

and the Feeb says that whoever did it
used a rocket launcher.

Yeah, all the wits say the same.

Two white males drove up
in a dark SUV.

They parked
at that corner by the curb.

One male got out with what
looked like a bazooka.

He said a few words
and then fired at the church.

What did he say,
the fella that got out of the SUV?

One said it was "Liars and hos."

Another heard "Time to go."
My favorite's "Heidi heidi heidi ho."

Maybe we should put an
APB out on Cab Calloway.

- I think he's dead.
- Then he should be easy to find.

The pastor had it different.

He heard the man say,
"Fire in the hole."

You know what?
Why don't you go just do your job?

Did the good pastor say he got
a good look at the shooter?

- He says no.
- I bet if we put Crowder in a lineup

and told the pastor
that the trigger man was there,

it might jog his memory.

Rachel, why don't you go
ask our old friend

if he'll have a word with us?

- Be nice.
- When am I ever not nice?

You think Fandi's gonna want
to cooperate?

Fandi is Ethiopian by way of Jamaica

by way of being
completely full of shit.

The temple of the cool
and beautiful JC

was one of those churches that claims
that marijuana is a sacramental herb.

- It is protected by the constitution.
- The constitution of dope sellers?

'Cause selling ganja to kids
means you're a drug dealer.

I could've sworn I told her to be nice.

Pastor Fandi, if I could just
talk to you for just one moment...

No, you could not.

I saw Peter Tosh once.

You assume 'cause I'm black and have
a Jamaican accent, I like reggae?

People assume a lot about me.
It's the way of the world.

How was he, Peter Tosh?

It was not my taste, but the
girl I was chasing loved him.

And I let her stay till the encore
before I took her off to jail.

What do you want?

That was a close one.

I felt the air move.

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd!

What's all the fuss?
They out of Velveeta?

Your brother got shot.

What? Where?

At his house.

No, dumb-ass, where on his body?

- I don't know.
- Well, is it serious?

Oh, yeah.

He's dead.

Did you know Bowman Crowder,
Boyd's brother?

Sort of.
Star running back in high school.

Boyd was always saying Bowman
had the goods to go pro.

I was never that sure.

You remember the girl he married, Ava?

Well, if it's the same one,
she lived down the street.

- She's married to Bowman?
- She was.

She ended the union
last night with a .30-06,

plugged him right through the heart.

That's the sheriff's report.
She admits shooting him, says she got

tired of Bowman
getting drunk and beating her.

She still in custody?

She was arraigned
10 minutes ago, ROR.

Did you talk to her?

I did. I told her, given
Boyd's reputation,

he's probably gonna
come looking for her.

She said it's none of our business.

I told her it is if he shoots her.

We should go talk to her again.
Is that the address?

Yeah, but good luck on finding it.
I tried to map it, got nothing.

Well, I guess some places haven't
been entered into the system,

like North Korea and Raylan's hometown.

I know where it is.

Oh, my God.

Raylan.

You remember me, huh?

I never forgot you.

I had a crush on you from the
time I was 12 years old.

I knew you liked me,
but you didn't want to show it.

You were too young.

I was 16 when you left.

I heard you got married.

Are you still?

Turned out to be a mistake.

Want to talk about mistakes?

I told Bowman I wanted a divorce.

He goes, "You file, you'll
never be seen again."

He said I'd disappear
from the face of the earth.

Do you want a drink?

I'd love one.

I married him a year out
of high school 'cause he was cute,

he was sure of himself, and he told me
he'd never work in a goddamn coal mine.

He'd wear the blue and white
of the University of Kentucky,

and then he'd get drafted
by a pro team.

He wouldn't mind the Cowboys.

What do you want in yours?
I got Diet Coca-Cola, RC Cola, Dr. Pepper.

Just ice.

I ever forget to fill the trays,
Bowman would start slapping me.

"What's wrong with you?
Don't you know how to keep house?"

And that all started
as soon as he realized

he was never getting out of Harlan.

He blamed it on me,
said it was my fault he had to dig coal.

It was my fault that I had a miscarriage
after he beat me with his belt

and...

he didn't have a son to take
hunting with him and his

creepy brother, Boyd.

Last time he hit me was

because I called his brother
creepy to his face.

Well, he kept after me

with that belt till I fell
and I hit my head on the stove.

I got up off that floor knowing
that he was never gonna hit me again.

The next night,

he came in,

I had his favorite supper
on the table...

Ham, yams, and cream-style corn,

and left over okra
fixed with tomatoes.

I waited till he was shoveling
food in his face.

Then I got his deer rifle
from the kitchen closet,

and I went in there,
and I did what I had to do.

I just finished cleaning up.

I had to scrub the wall with Lysol,

you know, to get the stain off of it.

Lysol's the best cleaning
product you can buy.

I still got a knot

where I fell and I hit
my head on the stove.

You want to feel it?

Dear lord, my hair's a mess.

You close your eyes.
I don't want you to see me like this.

Raylan...

The minute you walked in, I knew
everything was gonna be all right.

I was right about you.

About what?

Having a crush on you.
You're a good kisser.

I was thinking we'd have
to stop doing that.

Why?

This isn't a social call, Ava.

Came down to Harlan on business.

Well, you tell me all about your
business when I get out of the shower.

Well, who the hell are
you, the undertaker?

I might be undertaking
a situation here.

Let me see your chest.

You buy that necklace or poach
the gator and yank her teeth out?

I shot her and ate her tail.

That would put you in Florida,
around Lake Okeechobee.

Belle Glade.
Who are you?

Raylan Givens.

I'm a deputy. United States Marshal.

You mind telling me who you are?

You know your name, don't you?

I'm Dewey. Dewey Crowe.

I sent a boy to Starke
from Belle Glade,

fella named Dale Crowe Jr.

He's my kin.

What are you doing here, Mr. Crowe?

I come to take Ava someplace. Ava!

Hold on. Let me tell you something.

You don't walk into a person's
house unless you're invited.

What you better do is go on outside,

you knock on the door.

Ava wants to see you, I'll let you in.

If she don't, you can be on your way.

Well, all right.

I'm gonna go out.

And then I'm coming back in.

Mr. Crowe.

You better hold on there a sec
while I explain something to you.

I want you to understand.

I don't pull my sidearm
unless I'm gonna shoot to kill.

That's its purpose, huh, to
kill, so it's how I use it.

I want you to think about that
before you act and it's too late.

Jesus Christ, I got a scattergun
pointed right at you.

Can you rack in a load before
I put a hole through you?

Where'd you want to take Ava?

Man, I don't understand you.

Boyd want to see her?

It's none of your business.

You know Boyd and I were buddies?

We dug coal and drank beer together.

In fact, you see him, you tell
him I'm in Harlan, all right?

Hey.

If I was you,

I'd give up this Nazi bullshit.

Go back to poaching gators, it's safer.

Next time I see you, I'm gonna...

You tell Boyd his old buddy
wants to see him...Raylan Givens.

Only reason I don't take
Ava out and shoot her...

'cause I see she had no
choice in what she done.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I loved my brother.

But you knew Bowman.
You knew how he could get.

And that woman, she showed some spunk.

You think about it, doing what she did.

And then there's the Bible.

In the Bible, it says that a man
should see to the needs of his

brother's widow, and I intend to do that.

Well, they sure are
taking their sweet time.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Shouldn't we have our money
from your boys in Lexington by now?

I'll give them a call.
Don't worry. They're good for it.

Yeah, you damn right they're good for it,

'cause if they ain't good for it, I'll go
down there and blow their shit up, too.

Oh! Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go!

Right now?

Yeah, right now!

Right now?

Right now?

Come on, let's go!

Whaaaaahooo!

Who was that?

Dewey Crowe.

Oh, the one with the "Heil Hitler"
on his neck?

He was one of Bowman's buddies.

You haven't seen Boyd,

I mean, since?

No.

But he'll be after me, I know.
He's been after me.

Yeah, that's why we want
to keep an eye on you.

You know I'm...I'm with
the Marshal's service.

I believe your mother told me
before she passed.

You been to see your father?

Are you looking for Boyd?

We are.

But we have
to catch him in the act...

Robbing a bank,
blowing up a church...

Making an attempt on your life.

Mine?

You said yourself
he'll be coming after you.

Raylan, Boyd don't want to shoot me.

He wants to...

go to bed with me.

You want me to help you catch him?

Maybe you could just

get him to talk to me.

I could do that.

You know where he is?

I do.

And did you want to tell me?

What do I get if I do?

Hey.

Who you know drives a Town Car?

Look at you...

A suit,

a necktie,

looking good,

looking like a lawman.

Now, see,

this is how you wear a hat,
all casual,

not down on your goddamn ears
like you do.

I heard you called on Ava.

My boy Dewey said he
had to run you off.

You believe that?

Not if you say it ain't so.

Yeah, I'll take care of him.

Devil, get us a jar and two glasses.

This party's just for Raylan and me.

Go on.

He just got his release,
so he's feeling a little itchy.

I can tell.

Old times.

Whoa.

You been gone too long.

God damn.

So, what,uh,...

what was life like in Florida?

Just as advertised, sunny and hot.

You know, I just don't think I
could take me a place so flat.

You seen your daddy yet?

No, not yet.

Boy, he was a wild man
back in his day, wasn't he?

What was that scam he had
going back in the early '90s?

Stealing mining machinery,

selling it to the Colombians, getting
paid in cocaine. You remember that?

Guess I was gone by then.

How's your daddy?

I suspect you know how my daddy is.

Yeah, all those days, good and bad,
they all long gone now.

Everything's changed.
It's all changed. Mining's changed.

No more following
a seam underground.

Cheaper to take
the tops off mountains

and let the slag run down
and ruin the creeks.

Hey, you remember the
picket lines, don't you?

Courts backing the company
scabs and gun thugs.

Whose side you think the
government's always been on, Raylan,

us or people with money?

And who do you think
controls that money?

Who do you think

wants to mongrelize the world?

Who?

The Jews.

Boyd, you know any Jews?

See...

I recruit skins.

They don't know no more than you do,

and I have to teach them
that we have a...

a moral obligation to get rid of the Jews.
See, it was in the Bible.

W...where?

In the beginning.

It's part of creation.

See, in the beginning,

right, you had your mud people.

Now, they were also referred
to as beasts because they had no souls.

See, they were soulless.

And then Cain...now,
you remember Cain, now?

Umm hmm.

Well, Cain, he laid down
with the mud people,

and out of these fornications
came the Edomites.

Now, do you know who the Edomites are?

Who?

- They're the Jews, Raylan.
- You're serious?

Read your Bible
as interpreted by experts.

Oh, you know, Boyd,

I think you just use the Bible
to do whatever the hell you like.

Well, what do you think I like, Raylan?

You like to get money
and blow shit up.

I know about your friend Devil
and his record selling dope.

And I'm willing to bet

that you blew up
that church in Lexington

not because it was black,
because it was a dope store.

10 to 1 says you got paid to do it
by some other dope dealer around

who didn't like the idea of the preacher
getting a free pass from the police.

Win-win for you, wasn't it, Boyd?

Not only did you get to blow something
to smithereens, you got money.

See, I'm giving you the benefit

you aren't mental.

I know you're not stupid enough
to believe that mud-people story.

You think you know me?

Well, I know you, Deputy
Marshal Raylan Givens.

I know you like to shoot bad people.

I heard about that gun thug
you shot in a hotel in Miami.

You heard about that?

Oh, yeah, yeah, we have
TV's down here now, Raylan.

Oh.

But, you know,

at any point,

when you were looking at
that gun thug,

did you see your daddy's face?

The reason I'm here...

We're having a little lineup
tomorrow at the courthouse.

What did I do now?

Well, listen, we got a witness

who saw a man fire a bazooka
into a church.

And I'd appreciate it
if you'd be in that lineup.

- I bet you would.
- You either show up,

or we'll come get you.

Hey, Raylan, let me ask you a question.

Would you shoot me

if you get the chance?

You make me pull, I'll put you down.

Well, Reverend, what do you think?

I don't know. You know, it was dark,
and the man was far away.

And if you heard anybody,
you know, shoot a rocket at you,

you don't stand there and look,
you know, I just run.

Cut him loose.

Well, I did my part. I showed up.

The idea of walking in past a gathering
of law enforcement appealed to you,

especially since you knew that preacher
didn't have the balls to pick you.

It's always good to see you, Raylan.

Hey.

You know that man
you shot in Florida?

Well, my boy Dewey's cousin down
there, he said he heard a rumor

that you gave that gun thug
24 hours to get out of town

or you'd shoot him on sight.

Is that true?

I gave him the option to leave Miami.
He turned it down.

What would you say
if I made you the same offer?

Now, you get out of Harlan
County by tomorrow noon,

or I'm gonna come looking for you.

Does that sound fair?

Now you're talking.

Hey.

My lawyer's talking
to the prosecutor.

Come with me while I smoke.

I plead to manslaughter,
and I won't have to go to prison,

though if I have to, I have to.
It was worth it.

Hey, why don't you come by for supper?

I'll pick up a couple of fryers,

fix you some hot biscuits and gravy.

Look at you licking your lips.

All my life,
fried chicken's been my favorite.

But I shouldn't.

Why not?

Because...

an officer of the law
isn't supposed to be

socializing with the defendant
in a murder investigation.

Oh, I didn't know that.

It's sort of frowned upon.

Hmm.

I'm fixing it anyway.

You're a big boy, Raylan.

You want to come, there's nothing
on earth gonna stop you.

Oh, if it weren't for Boyd,
I'd have me some of Ava.

Wasn't for Boyd, me and you
could have us the marshal.

So, what did Boyd say exactly...

"He's coming for you" or "We're coming"?

He said he was.

But we don't know whether he wants
to shoot you or blow you up, do we?

Then again, he could just jump the gun

and come after you
when you aren't looking.

If I was you, I'd look under the car
before I turned the key every time.

We're like big-game hunters, Raylan,

except that you're the bait.

You're kind of like the goat
tethered to the pole.

And all I got to do
is keep you in sight.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Yeah.

He's at the motel with his friends.

Well, do you see our friends?

I do.

What do you want us to do?

Sit tight.

Hey, Ava.

You expecting someone?

Hey.

Give me them things.

What are they doing out there?

Oh, you folks are missing
a hell of a show.

I think Rachel's trying
to shoot the moon.

I don't try, I do, and you weep.

One single, solitary tear.

Hello?

Can you smell the chicken frying?

It'll be done
by the time you get here.

I'm on my way.

Boyd's at Ava's.

You sure?

I'm not saying there was
a gun to her head, but

she didn't sound right.

Let's hit it.

Here, call Raylan.
Tell him to keep the line open.

- Where do you want me?
- Keep going. Get Ava. We got this.

You got this?

Go!

You get around.

You want me to kill them
or wing them?

Let's start with winging.

- You okay?
- I got hit.

- Can you shoot?
- I think so.

Then let's finish this thing.

Please, either one of you,

do something stupid.

- Hey, what are you d...he'll see us.

He's already seen us, you moron.

You want we should wrap
ourselves around a tree?

Oh, Christ almighty.

What the hell's he doing?

He must be sneaking up on the house.

No, he ain't.

So, tell me.

What's going on?

I'm sorry. I didn't hear you guys.

There ain't nothing
going on, all right?

We's just out riding around.

Okay, all right.

Boyd just wants to have
a word with you is all.

He told me he's gonna shoot me.

Then what are you
asking us for, asshole?

Outlaw life's hard, ain't it?

Cuff your left hand, put it through the
steering wheel, and cuff Gator Boy.

Come on, give me your hand, stupid.

You don't need to say anything.

I swear to God, Raylan, I
didn't know he was coming.

I believe you.

Whoa.

No shotguns allowed
in this dining room.

Toss it outside.

Come on.

Ava, why don't you go in the kitchen,
maybe watch some TV or something?

Go on.

Well, come on in.

Come on in. Sit down. Help yourself.

Raylan.

The, uh, gravy ain't bad.

I mean, it ain't like your mama
used to make it, but...

it never is, is it?

Let me ask you something.

When you shot
that gun thug in Miami,

was there food
on the table like this?

There was.

Well, have something.
Have a little chicken.

And you, uh,...

well, you had your gun.

- What kind was it?
- That time?

A Sig 226.

And where was it?

- Was it on the table where mine is?
- It was holstered.

Bullshit.

It was holstered.

Well, where was his?

Under the table.

And what did he have?

What kind of piece, I mean?

I don't recall.

Well, how did you know when to pull?

He went first.

And you gave this gun thug

24 hours

to get out of town,

Now was the time up when you...
when you shot him?

Pretty close.

How much time
do you think you got left?

I thought I had till noon tomorrow.

Well, what if I said it was right now?

I mean, unless, of course,
you want to finish that chicken leg.

Well, I mean, you can call it off.

I mean, I don't mind.

Well, if you're gonna keep
after me, Raylan,

I figure we may as well
just get her done.

Your 45's on the table,
I have to pull? Is that how we do it?

Well, I appreciate that, Raylan.

Yes, I do believe it is my call.

What are you packing?

You'll pay to find that out.

Oh.

You got ice-cold water
running through your veins.

Well, should we just do
us a shot of Jim Beam

just for old times' sake?

Ava!

Get us a shot of Jim...

You want to know what Bowman said

when he looked up
and he saw me with his deer rifle?

God damn, woman, you only shoot people
when they're eating supper?

He had his mouth
full of sweet potato.

He said, "The hell you doing with that?"

Ava, put the gun down, please.

Want to know what I said?

I said, "I'm gonna
shoot you...dummy."

Oh, you did it, huh?

You really did. You did it.

I'm sorry.

But you called it.

Why'd you say you're sorry?

Boyd and I dug coal together.

At Glynco, didn't you teach
those recruits to aim for the heart?

Toilet's broken.
Use the one downstairs.

Just hold up here.
You leave the door open?

No, I did not leave the door open.

Well, somebody did. It wasn't me.

Jesus Christ!

Hello, Gary.

Raylan.

You almost gave him a heart attack.

Sorry about that.

Well, I told him if you
were gonna shoot him,

you would've done it six
years ago when I left you.

What are you doing here, Raylan?

I'm, uh, gonna be working in Kentucky.

Working for the Marshal's office.

Raylan.

What are you doing here?

I was in Nicaragua a while back,

looking for this...

money launderer named Roland Pike.

The cartel's gun thug, Tommy Bucks,
was looking for him, too.

Bucks...

got me, took my gun,
put me in a car with some other man,

drove us to some
old coconut plantation.

Then he tied the man to a palm tree

and asked me where Roland was.

I told him what I knew, no sense in lying.

I guess he wasn't certain
he could believe me

and needed to be sure, or

he just wanted to impress
upon me how serious he was.

But I watched as Tommy Bucks

stuck a stick of dynamite
in that poor man's mouth,

taped it so he couldn't spit it out,

lit the fuse.

The next time I saw Tommy Bucks
was in Miami.

I told him he's got 24 hours to get
out of town, or I'm gonna kill him.

Did you?

Yeah.

But...

he pulled first, so I was justified.

But what troubles me

is what if he hadn't?

What if he just sat there and

let the clock run out?

Would I have killed him anyway?

I know I wanted to.

Guess I just never thought
of myself as an angry man.

Oh, Raylan.

Well, you do a good job
of hiding it, and I...

I suppose most folks don't
see it, but, honestly,

you're the angriest man
I have ever known.