Justified (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Hammer - full transcript

Determined to repair the damage he's done, Raylan takes time away from his assignment bodyguarding an eccentric judge to track down an old lead.

Previously...

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.

Fire in the hole!

Fandi is Ethiopian by way of Jamaica

by way of being
completely full of shit.

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 shoot
a rocket at you, you just run.

The only viable charges
that we have against him

are predicated upon the testimony
of Ms. Crowder and yourself.



And now that you both have been
compromised as witnesses

we're gonna have
to release Boyd Crowder.

So, you get out of McCreary,
you come back home to Harlan,

and you go straight back to cooking
and using methamphetamine?

- And now you want to stop.
- I surely do.

All of it?

You willing to forsake
your life of crime,

your drug addiction,
and walk the road of righteousness?

- I am.
- Whatever it takes?

What if I was to say,

you use methamphetamine again,
I'll shoot you in the head?

I wouldn't use again?

Now, all them threats made against you,
long down the years, all them,

"God damn it, Bobby Joe, you better stop
using methamphetamine or else!"



Did they have any effect?

You know why?

'Cause the stick don't work, son.

Now, the only thing that does work
is the carrot!

The carrot that we offer
in this church is a purpose,

a reason for being much greater
than any of you have ever known.

Why, US deputy marshal Raylan Givens
played a pivotal role in my story.

And while we don't have saints in our
church, if we did, he would be the first

Saint Raylan.

For he worked a miracle in my life

and was the agent of my salvation.

Patron saint of lost causes,
I suspect.

Well, there already is one.
That's St. Jude.

Well, there you go.
Another lost cause.

Well, I hope there's a story
to go with that face.

Nothing dramatic.

We weren't too hard to find,
were we?

Your directions were clear.
Your intent, not so much.

Well, Flock, if you will excuse me
for a moment. Let's take a walk.

- Flock.
- Devil told me you went by to see him.

Were you able to get him to testify
against me? You'retrying to make a case.

Yeah, I am.
I talked to Dewey, too.

Couldn't get nothing there, either.
You know he gets out soon.

I get the feeling he's looking forward
to joining your... boy scout camp.

- It's a church, Raylan.
- The old one was better.

In your dark imaging, Raylan,
what is it that you think I'm up to?

Given the talent pool you've got here,
you're gonna do what you always done.

Steal money and blow shit up.

- We will not be robbing banks.
- Could you be any more vague?

All of us here,

every single one of us

have repaid our debts to society.

Not you.

Not by a long shot.

Well, out here, in our church,

we can begin to repay
our debts to God

by righteous living,
righteous action.

- Can I go now?
- You sure you don't want a meal?

- Our food is simple, but it's good.
- I stopped at a Hardee's on the way.

I wouldn't mind
addressing the congregation

before I went.
Would that be all right?

Excuse me!
We have us a guest speaker today.

Please, have at it.

Dear Lord,

before we eat this meal,

we ask forgiveness for our sins,
especially Boyd,

who blew up a black church
with a rocket launcher,

and afterwards, he shot his associate,
Jared Hale,

in the back of the head out
on Tates Creek bridge.

Let the image
of Jared's brain matter

on that windshield not dampen
our appetites,

but...

may the knowledge of Boyd's past sins
help guide these men.

May this food provide them with

all the nourishment they need.

But if it does not,

may they find comfort in knowing

that the United States marshals service
is offering

$50,000

to any individual

providing information
that'll put Boyd back in prison.

Cash or check.
We can make it out to them or...

to Jesus... Whoever they want.

In your name, we pray.

Amen.

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

? Justified 1x10 ?
The Hammer
Original Air Date on May 18, 2010

God damn it!

In here?

What are you waiting for?!
I'm injured here!

Harder.

Now, spit it out.

This here's Brandy.
She's taking precautionary measures.

Did I say stop?!

I'm about to hop in the sack. Next thing
you know, goddamn cottonmouth about

to fix its fangs right
into my you-know-what.

That would have been the case, I would
call Jack Kevorkian instead of 911.

It was a matter of life and death.
It was biblical, so...

Just relax, your honor.
We'll get you squared away.

Ma'am, you can stop sucking.

Should I even ask how a man can go on
a week's R&R and come back

looking like he's been
run over by an F-150?

- Fishing.
- Did you take your gun fishing?

You didn't think the LPD
was gonna tell me about

- that little shootout you got into?
- I wasn't in a shootout.

I was just near one.

Before we go, what's going on
with the Boyd Crowder case?

The only reason that you are here

is because you have been
personally requested.

Last night, judge Michael Reardon,

who we know affectionately
as "Mike the hammer,"

was bitten by a poisonous snake

about six inches from home plate.

The judge is a very colorful character,
as we know.

He likes to carry a sidearm
under his robe

in case anybody decides
to light up the bench.

Plenty of people would have cause.

That's hate mail.
He sent it over for review.

So these are his trophies
from past years?

Something like that,
only that's the last six months.

I want you

to cross-reference
all the arrest records and the parolees

and see if we can't come up
with somebody from the backwoods

who's used to handling snakes
and could have used one for a weapon.

And, Nelson,
you're gonna take the day detail,

and, Raylan, he has specifically
requested you for the night.

- My nights are free.
- Not anymore.

I'm telling you, you just toss
that sucker in there...

- Watch.
- You do it.

I got it, right there.

Go ahead.

Just put it in.

All right.

I told you.

Hello, Mickey.

Well...

What are you doing out here?

I already told your father
we ain't paying.

Well, I'm not here
on behalf of my father.

At least not my earthly one.

Hello, there, masked man!

If you ain't out here
extorting payment, then...

what can I do for ya?

You can stop what you're doing here.

Playing bullets?

Cooking methamphetamine.

Well, I don't know
what you're talking about, Boyd.

Methamphetamine is a modern-day plague
like locusts, only worse.

The havoc that it has wreaked upon
the people of Harlan county

and places like it,

is immeasurable.

Now, you know what

the problem with redneck
russian roulette is, don't you?

- What's that?
- You get so distracted,

you can't hear nothin'.

Bobby Joe,
you the cause of all this?

Bobby Joe joined the winning team.

There's always room for three more.

Now, you listen up,
you crazy little shit.

You best get to the shootin',
or you all get the hell out of here.

You got me all wrong, Mick.
I come in peace.

And I will leave in peace.

But if I come back out here again and
you're still cooking up that poison...

Well, be careful what you're doing
in there, masked man.

I hear these things
blow up all the time.

Court is adjourned
till 8:30 tomorrow morning.

- Dunlop.
- He's all yours.

- Your honor.
- It is a pleasure to meet you, son.

You are every inch
the goddamn gunslinger I heard.

I like the war wounds, too.
Good to know

that you don't mind mixing it up.

Rumors are true.
Nothing but a

bathing suit and brownie.

- I heard about the gun.
- Goddamn right you did.

That chickenshit snake charmer
wouldn't come into my...

my courtroom, 'cause he knew I would
have peeled a couple right back at him.

And the swimwear?

My personality invites derision.

Rumor was I was mental.

Then it changed to I was a pervert

who wore ladies' underwear.

And then... What was it?
A thong

under my robe. Then one day I said,
"Well, the hell with it,"

and I went right at the joke.
The thing is

- it's comfortable.
- Tried it on and it fit.

I get that.

If it adds to the legend,
so much the better.

Frankly, your honor,
I get that, too.

I knew you would. You can
knock off that,

"Your honor" stuff.
"Sir" is fine.

- What are you packing?
- .45-caliber Glock.

Damn, all I got's a .38.
But you know what?

I practice every week at the range,
Center mass

9 times out of 10.

Now, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking,

"Sure, hell, I could hit
the sweet spot on 100 targets,

"but I would still have

"no idea what it's like to pull and

"put down a man."
and that's true.

That's why I picked you.

I know
that you're in all sorts of shit

from David Vasquez over

that Tommy Bucks shooting in Miami.

I look at those reports, and I say,

"Well done!"

You know, one less predator

to come after the herd.
Am I right, huh? I know I am.

You don't have to answer me.

Let's get.

What the hell?

God damn it!

Get away from me.

Carbon monoxide.

Apparently, there was a failure
in the judge's exhaust system,

and it was being pumped
into the interior.

Sounds about as accidental
as a snake in the bed.

So, how is the judge treating you?

Did you know he wore a red
speedo under his gown?

That's always been the legend.

Never had it confirmed until now

I appreciate you warning me.

Whoever that dickhead is,
I got no respect for him, you know?

Come at me with a gun, be a man.

We got any suspects?

Every judge has his enemies, huh?

And me in particular, yeah.

"Mike the hammer
and his draconian sentences."

Am I saying that right...
"Draconian"?

Anyway

I'm supposed to be a friend
to the prosecutor.

That's what they say.
Well, guilty as charged.

- Do you have any idea who it could be?
- Honestly, deputy,

I've adjudicated so many cases,
they're all a blur.

I'll tell you what, just give me
a list of your top

5 suspects. I'll take a look at it,
see who pops.

Better yet, make it a top 10 list,

we'll put my ex-wives on it.

Are you gonna marry that gal
you chucked the Crowder case over?

Sorry.
Courthouse scuttlebutt.

What was...
What was her name?

- Was she worth it?
- Seemed so at the time.

I'm not the type

to stare at the ice in my glass.
Nothing but regret there.

I'm not sure
that's what I was getting at.

I hope so,
because that ain't no good,

just pickin' over old bones, is it?

You need to, you make a change.
You keep moving. You want another one?

No, I'll just keep sucking
on my ice for a while.

Can I ask you your opinion
on something, though, sir?

That's my "raisin d'etra," ain't it?

Shoot.

It's about Ava,
since you brought her up.

You know, prior to
my involvement with her,

she shot and killed

her husband, bowman,
with a hunting rifle.

And since then,

she's been getting threats from
the entire Crowder clan, pretty much.

But her probation doesn't allow her
to get out of the state.

And you want me to call
her judge down in Harlan.

No way. Absolutely not.
It's not gonna happen.

You know, I'm not gonna piss

in another man's sandbox.

Fair enough.

- Cousin Johnny!
- Hello, Boyd.

I like what you've done here.
You know what rome looked like

before it became Rome, don't you?

Some huts on the side of a hill,

little stream running through it

What it became... Well, as they say,
it didn't happen in a day.

So, you're building rome.

I don't think this property
is zoned for that.

As good as it is to see you, primo,

and it's mighty good,

I don't think you came all the way out
here to speak to me about ancient rome.

Did my daddy send you?

He hasn't seen much of you since he
brought you back to Harlan. I told him,

I was starting a church.

Yeah, and he embraces that,
Boyd, with all his might.

Always good to have someone
in the family praying for you.

That I am.

I don't suppose you coming out here

has anything to do with my visit
to ransom holler yesterday?

It does.
Mickey called your daddy,

asked if he sent you.
Said you threatened to blow up his shit.

Well, that's not true.

I asked him to shut down
his poison factory

and merely made an observation
about its combustibility.

That's just you being clever,
isn't it?

Blood is blood, cousin.

- Butdon't screw with a man's business.
- As I heard it

from Mickey, my father
has no business with him.

Well, he will.
Old Bo can be mighty persuasive.

I remember.

You all done here?

You know, Boyd, actually,
one more word.

In private.

What have you got going on here?

A church.

Yeah, see, I can't tell
if you're full of shit or not.

Well, have a little faith, cousin.

Well, listen, all I know

is that white-supremacy thing you had
going on before. That was on the money.

You want to rob some banks, get some
of them knucklehead nazis do it for you.

That shit was genius.

Now, you come up
with something that smart again,

I'll back your play.

And what about my daddy?

Your daddy. Come on.

Old bo, he's got,
what, 10 years left, at best?

He's on the down slope.

Aren't we all, unless we start
taking the path that leads up?

There you go again. Bullshit
or true belief. I just can't tell.

Truth always
sounds like lies to a sinner.

Man, you are good, cousin.

Excuse me!

What do you want?

Police?

I'm not a cop.

I am a deputy, a US marshal.

- What is your name?
- Bunny Higgins.

I would have guessed
"Terrance" or "Wesley."

I got an uncle Leslie.

Which is kind of weird.

And what's going on there
with your eyes?

Pinkeye.

It's very contagious,
so I wouldn't be touching me.

I probably won't.

I am looking for a man of the cloth,
sometimes uses this address.

His name is pastor Israel Fandi.

Never heard of him.

He had a church not far from here.

Somebody blew it up.

I can't help you.

- And you're sure?
- Yes.

So I'm gonna get back
to my inventory, so...

Shit.

I thought that was plastic.

- Damn.
- Listen,

- bunny rabbit.
- Not from the high end, man.

Come on.

I'm trying to incarcerate
a very bad man,

and pastor Fandi
may aid me in doing so.

So, unless you want me to continue
to be hilariously clumsy in your store,

why don't you tell me where he is?

All right, look,
I haven't seen him in months.

After they blew up the church. Look.

He got paranoid, man. He took off.

- Where is he?
- One of the deacons,

from his old church?
He does yard work for my grandma.

So you should go talk to him, man.

My god.

299 tibbs.

Mrs. Davis, all right?

299 tibbs, Mrs. Davis.

I broke it, I bought it.

Take care of those eyes.

"Landscaping," they call it.

In my day,
we called it "cutting the grass."

Ma'am, I need to talk
to the men who cut your grass.

Why don't you check down the block?

See, he cut my house for free.

Hoping that the other neighbors
would admire his work and hire him.

And they did, too!

- They didn't charge you?
- Not one single dime.

Don't you tell my neighbors, though.

Especially that one over there,
across the street. Linda.

She's a bitch on wheels.

- Are you starting a vegetable garden?
- I don't know.

I don't get back here very much
with this hip.

But he said
they keep taking out weeds.

Would you mind telling me
if you recognize this gentleman?

- Looks like Otis.
- Otis?

The landscaping fella?

And do you know
where I could find him?

Right here, tomorrow afternoon.

Come on.

His last-known residence
was Wichita.

And where have you been?

Personal business.

That's why they call it "personal."

You got that top 10 list
for the judge for me?

I do.

And it wasn't easy
narrowing it down to 10.

They don't call him
"Mike the hammer" for nothing.

Every time that gavel drops,
he just...

hits them with the maximum sentence,
plus asset forfeiture, court costs...

- Everything he can throw at them.
- As advertised, he's colorful.

- Loves his job.
- No, this is something more.

I got out the old court records

going all the way back
to his first days on the bench.

And that's when I find
Kit McKendrie.

Kit McKendrie trying
to kill the judge?

Mr. Mckendrie got off
with time served.

And there in lies a tale.

Yeah, Raylan, there's the Melanie...

Melanie twins right there.
Those are my favorite.

Hey, Donna. Good to see you.

Hey, Becka.

Have a sit right here.

Enjoy the view.

Judge?

Hey, darlin'.

Thanks again for saving my life.

You know
what everyone's calling me now.

- What?
- Snake charmer.

They don't know how right they are.

I know what he's having.
What'll you have?

He'll have what I'm having,
or he won't have anything at all.

And a water?

She's giving you the eye!
Did you see it?

You got my permission, by the way.

I was at the office earlier.

One of the other deputies
was reviewing your cases.

He found one that was curious.

A fella name of... Kit McKendrie.

You remember him?

I remember his face,
his greasy hair, stained teeth.

- What was the deal there?
- Did you read about the case?

Just the bare bones.

Thanks, darlin'.

I had him in my court,
before I got to federal.

First-time offender.

Everything in me...

said that boy was evil.

He had a daddy used
to stub butts out on his arm.

Swear to Christ,
there were cigarette burns

all the way up to his shoulder.

So, I pushed down what my gut said,

I give him a cream puff 18 months,

banged it down to time served.
About a year later,

McKendrie shot a 6-year-old...

And the state trooper
who come to get him.

I looked into his eyes,
and I knew he was no good,

but I let my feelings interfere.

Never again.

You worried about Boyd Crowder
out in the world?

- I have my concerns.
- You gonna do something about it?

I was told not to go near him.

But you are, aren't you?

Going out to the American gulag.

Hell, you know, they try to civilize
everything, down to cowboy titty bars.

- Your honor.
- Yeah?

Just one minute, before you go.

- What's your deal?
- Turn around.

- Let me get a good look at you.
- Take a walk.

It ain't like that.
Well, what's it like?

- Do I know you?
- Doesn't matter, does it?

If I got a beef with you,
I'd like to know about it.

Deputy US marshal.

Now, I'm gonna pat you down.
I need your arms up.

Good.

That tickles, uncle Billy.
I don't think I like that game.

Your honor, ring any bells?

Don't know.

See so many of 'em.

- What's your name, sport?
- Me?

George... Jefferson.

Got any ID, George?

You know what? I don't.

Imagine that.

I don't know if you're a cop

or if you're just a homo
pretending to be a cop,

but either way,
I'm gonna wash up and go,

unless there's a law against that.

Why don't you just tell me
why you're eyeing the old bull

in a bar full of beautiful ladies?

What do you want me to say?
I'm a people person!

- People person?
- That's right.

I've never seen
that old geezer in my life.

So if you don't mind,
I got a bus to catch.

That's not the way this works.

The way this works is I go.
You stay.

Count to 100.

Ready for more?

That's him.
That's the one I saw.

I am taking you downtown!

Your old man's still got some moves.

Come on, Jake, you're not even trying.
Jake, come on!

Throw up some "d." Let's go!

I don't like one-on-one.

We're just goofin'.
You don't have to be any good.

I didn't say I wasn't good, Virgil.
I said I didn't like it.

I see. Talkin' trash, are ya?

I see how you do.
Let's see what you got, yo.

Can we go now?

Jake, I only get to see you like...

You're a real little shit,
you know that?

Jake, you want to get a burger?

Burger or something?

You're early.
You already sick of him?

Of course not.

I wasn't talking to you.

Virgil Corum.

I saw him at the crash site, then again
at the bar the judge frequents.

I spoke to him,
but I had nothing to hold him.

He got 15 years for possession
with intent from judge Michael Reardon.

- Did he even make your top 10 list?
- He wasn't even in the top 50.

He was released 5 weeks ago
after serving 8.

Before his bust, he was in animal
control, which could explain the snake.

Make sure everybody
on the detail has his picture.

How's his address?

It's a halfway house,
and they haven't seen him for a while.

They say he go visits his kid.

I got a phone number
for his ex-wife.

Let's find him and talk to him.

You get an address for Virgil's ex,
you give me a call?

Something I got to take care of.

Pastor Fandi!

Got the wrong guy, my man.

No, I don't think so.

Right back.
Let's walk.

So, you remember me?

You went to a peter tosh concert once.
What do you want?

Boyd Crowder.

Guy who blew up your church?
Just got out of prison.

- So what's that got to do with me?
- Your testimony could put him back in.

- How'd he get out of jail so soon?
- There was a problem with his case.

What, some lawyer forgets to dot an "I"
and I'm dragged back in this shit?

I'm just asking you to do what
you should have done three months ago.

Make me.

I'm sorry?

- You want me to testify, make me.
- And he does something like that again,

this time someone gets hurt,

you could have stopped it.
That doesn't bother you?

Why don't you ask the guy
who screwed up if it bothers him?

Shit.

It was you. This is sweet.

Good luck. I got to go mow.

What?
You gonna put a gun to my head?

You gonna shoot me
if I don't testify?

Yeah, Tim, what do you want?

You seen Virgil recently?

About a half an hour ago,
when he brought Jake back.

Do you know where he might be now?

- I ain't got the faintest idea.
- Does Jake?

- What?!
- Come here!

- And don't you yell at me!
- You yelled at me!

Just get over here.

Did Virgil say where he's going

or what he's doing
or where he's staying?

That's all you got there.

Ma'am, your ex-husband

is a possible suspect
in a threat against a federal judge.

Reardon?

The one who put him away?

I hope Virgil will kill
that son of a bitch.

Probably not supposed
to say that, am I?

Any letters he might have sent
that have a return address on them?

There was something
came earlier this week.

Not from him, you know,
but on his behalf.

You want me to see
if I can find that for you?

All right.

Okay, so,
why him more than any other?

What's his sob story?

I think with him
it's more about his family.

Wife and kid still trying to crawl
out from under the rubble.

You know, I bet

if I met Mr. Virgil Corum at a bar,

sat next to him on an airplane and heard
his story, I would feel his pain,

and I would care.
But as a judge, it's not my job to care.

You care about Tommy Bucks? Huh?

Maybe he had a son.

Doesn't know him as a stone killer,
only knows him as "Dad."

- Would you care?
- Would I care?

Would it have changed what you did?

No, sir.

At least I hope not.

You made the call,
you did what you had to... no regrets.

The gun went off, too.

See how he holds that thing?

- What the hell?
- What happened?

You top off that generator
like I told you?

- Yeah, I did!
- Give me that thing.

Evening, bitches!

Easy, easy.

Put it down.
You want t lose that hand?

Come on.

Come on with me. Let's go.

Stupid...

Let it not be said that I did not give
you an opportunity to amend your ways.

Got the money.

What are you doing?
God.

- Don't!
- Shut up.

No, no! You son of a bitch!

- God damn you.
- Fire in the hole.

You bastard.
Gill was in the back.

You killed him.

You killed Gill.

Come here.

Come on.

You know what? I got to piss.

Let me just clear it first.

Sorry, sir. US marshals.

- You just finish your business.
- Asshole!

- I do. I get it.
- Don't move!

Swear to God, you make another move,
I shoot the judge!

Can we agree the young lady can go?

I think she ought to know
the kind of dick she's sucking.

- Mr. Corum...
- no, I am talking to the judge,

and the only thing I want from him is
the one thing I couldn't get before...

- His attention!
- Well, I think you got it.

I had to put a goddamn gun
to his head, didn't I?

No, marshal, this is my courtroom,
and you are overruled.

I'll deal with you later.
You're part of this.

Me?

Marshals come in,
they took everything from me!

Shit!

Virgil, turn around!
Show me your hands!

Now, don't you move.

You didn't even recognize me.

- What?
- Five feet away in that bathroom,

and you had no idea who I was.

I was just another faceless shitbird
to come through your courtroom.

Ain't that about right?

Could you shut up a minute?
I need to make a phone call.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- US marshal Raylan Givens.

I'm in the alley outside the Cowboy
Palace Saloon out on airport road.

Shots fired, one man shot.

I need an ambulance and...

The usual.

Okay, go on.

Yeah, I'm a shitbird.

I did the crime, I did the time,
I paid the consequences!

- Show me your hands.
- Keep them up.

Have you ever paid the consequences,
judge?

I got to listen to this shit.
Are you kidding me?

Put a bullet in him,
it's the least you can do.

Riding that poverty line. Why the hell
you think I was growing that marijuana?

Back inside!

Get back.

My wife's only crime

was trusting
the wrong man to be her husband.

- Are you done?
- I'm getting woozy.

All right.
But you're not gonna die.

And, hell, if you do, you took out
life insurance, didn't you?

I saw that at your ex-wife's place.

Was that the plan?

Shoot the judge, make me kill you?

I thought you guys shoot people
all the time.

Not all the time.

And never lightly.

But you didn't think
of those consequences, did you?

Jesus Christ.

You all right?

Sure.

Look, why didn't you just...

shoot him the second you saw him?
That's why I picked you.

Your Honor, if I thought
I had to shoot him, I woulda.

Thanks.

For what?

If you hadn't stopped me,
I would have killed him.

I brought breakfast.

You brought diabetes.

What the hell happened to your face?

I slipped and fell.

If I had a dime every time
I used that excuse.

Called you here to talk
about your legal situation.

- What about it?
- I was on a protection duty

this week for this judge

and told him about the threats you
were getting from the Crowders.

He said he'd talk
to your judge down in Harlan and get

- the terms of your probation adjusted.
- Adjusted how?

So you can get out of Kentucky.

- Where would I go?
- I don't know.

Don't you got a list
somewhere? Miami, Costa Rica?

Costa Rica?

- How far away you want me?
- It's not about that.

It's about keeping you safe.
I thought you were doing that.

If you've noticed,
I haven't done it the last couple weeks.

- I can't be watching your back anymore.
- Or any part of me?

Can you...

Or the bed.
Fine.

Boyd's out because of me.

- Because of us.
- Because of us screwin'.

Because of us screwin'.

And don't want to be with you
when I get that call

that he's hurt someone, or worse.
And you don't want it, either.

Didn't

the district attorney order
you to stay the hell away from Boyd?

But that was more of a suggestion.

And not seeing me...
it was just a suggestion, too.

But you're willing to ignore it
for Boyd and not me.

You'll walk away from whatever
it was that we had to...

to what? To try and catch Boyd
run a red light or something?

If that's all I thought
he was gonna do... maybe it is!

Did you ever think that
maybe Boyd really has changed?

I mean, maybe he's just trying
to start his life over.

People change.

Yeah, like Bowman.

- Boyd ain't Bowman.
- No, he's worse.

You know.

The night I saw you at my door...

I thought

I thought God had given me
another chance.

Like a pinball reset.

Same as

you sting in Harlan all along,

making your move when I turned 18.

Like none of the rest
of it ever happened.

I drink enough,

I start to believe it, too.

Get that door.

Am I in trouble?

Last night, a meth lab blew up
in the woods outside of Harlan.

And the state police
there had a CI inside.

He was killed.

And the last report he filed

said that Boyd Crowder
had threatened to blow the meth lab up

if they didn't shut it down.

So now he's killed someone.

Christ.

Meth labs have been known
to blow up for other reasons, Raylan.

State police have been watching

Boyd and Bo since their release,

And they think that Boyd is probably
trying to send some kind of a message

on behalf of his father.

Probably trying to bring
his old criminal enterprises

back under his protection.

Boyd told me he wasn't gonna
rob banks anymore.

So you've been to see Boyd.

Even though your friend David Vasquez
expressly told you not to.

- Did you get anything?
- I spoke to his men.

Told them whoever
came forward first,

we were offering a $50,000 reward.

- That's a good move.
- Hasn't worked.

It's not over yet.
It's still a good move.

I also talked to his boy, devil...

Dewey.

Found Fandi, tried to get him
to man up and testify.

No go?

No go.

You could just quit.

I could try again.

I'll take care of Vasquez,

and I'll call the staties and see
if they can help us in any way.

Otis.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Last time I asked you to testify,

you said, "Make me."
So I'm here to make you.

I've been talking to

some of your other
"landscaping" customers.

So? They're all old people

with big backyards
that they can barely get out to.

Is this leading
to a point anytime soon?

You're planting weed
in their backyards.

Is that what they told you?
They did is they showed me

where you'd been cutting back the weeds,
like you did here?

Just like they paid me to.

That's the first time I saw
weeds planted in a row with irrigation.

Now, the way I figure it,

you got about 300,
400 pounds drying on racks somewhere.

We can get a warrant,
search your basement and your garage...

Or you can do your civic duty.

What, are you just so driven
to get him back in?

So you can restore
balance to the force?!

I'm driven because he's murdered at
least two people that I know of!

You think you're scared of him?

You got no idea
what you can expect from me.

All right, all right!
I'll identify him!

Thank you.

Show me his picture
so I know what he looks like.

What are you talking about?

I need to know what he looks like
so I can identify him.

You didn't see him?

You think I didn't identify him
because I was afraid?

Weren't you?

No, it was... it was night.

He was 100 feet away.

You were all nervous
and jittery outside the ID room.

I'm a pot grower
in the middle of a shitload of police!

I mean, just
show me what he looks like,

I'll say whatever you want.

- You're saying he's killing people.
- Otis, shut up.

Why?

I'm not that guy.

Why don't you try real gardening?

You actually seem pretty good at it.

How you gonna get him?

I don't know.

I don't know.