Justified (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 11 - Veterans - full transcript
When Boyd Crowder and his crusaders become vigilantes, Raylan takes it upon himself to try to shut them down.
Previously...
What in god's name did you do?
Thank you, Raylan.
You're a good man.
Not good enough.
I got you out of jail.
At the very least,
I'll get you back in.
I was on protection duty
this week with this judge,
and he said he can get the terms
of your probation adjusted
- so you can get out of Kentucky.
- How far away you want me?
It's about keeping you safe.
I can't be watching your back anymore.
Sit.
Cuff yourself.
If you move,
I'll shoot you in the kneecap.
Next time I see you, I'm gonna...
Methamphetamine is a modern-day plague,
like locusts, only worse.
If I come back out here again and
you're still cooking up that poison...
Be careful
what you're doing in there.
I hear these things
blow up all the time.
Fire in the hole.
You bastard.
Gill was in the back.
You killed Gill.
- Did my daddy send you?
- I told him I was starting a church.
And he embraces that, boy,
with all his might.
But you don't screw
with the man's business.
A meth lab blew up
in the woods outside of Harlan.
And the local police there
had a CI inside.
He was killed.
So now he's killed someone.
Come out of the tent
with your hands up!
Get out! Get out! Now!
Get on the ground!
Good morning, gentlemen.
Please remain facedown
with your legs spread
until you are told otherwise.
You are now in the custody
of the Kentucky state police
and the US marshals service.
With all this manpower,
you looking for Osama Bin Laden,
- 'cause I'm fair certain he ain't here.
- You must be proud.
You made it most of three weeks
before murdering someone.
Sorry.
Captain Choate
of the Kentucky state police
has identified
a parolee living among you,
in violation of the terms
of his release.
All this fuss is over
one parole violator?
Unless you've got something else
you'd like to tell me about.
They strike the shepherd
so the sheep may scatter.
The shepherd...
Is that you?
Come up out of there!
What the hell you think
I'm trying to do?
Hold up. I think I know that voice.
Looky here.
It's Dewey Crowe.
Luther, you know
you're going back to prison.
You got like, what?
Four years left on your bit.
That could easily turn into 10.
You need friends right now, Luther,
somebody to go
to the AUSA and the judge
and tell them
you helped us make a case.
If you do that, we might be able
to go to bat for you.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
They strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You might strike out the shepherd,
but us sheep,
we won't never get struck out.
Or scattered.
Or words to that effect.
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 1x11 ?
Veterans
Original Air Date on May 25, 2010
It seems that we are destined to be
locked in an antagonistic relationship.
As long as you keep putting yourself
in trouble's way.
You gonna introduce me
to your friends?
My mistake. I'm sorry.
Yes, of course.
Art Mullen,
the chief deputy of this office.
Art's my boss.
I thought you guys had met
that night I shot you,
but, of course, you were unconscious
by the time he showed up.
And this is detective Frank Choate,
Kentucky state police.
We are looking into the homicide
of the man blown up in Ransom Holler.
We found this in your camp.
We were wondering
where all this money came from.
There are people in Harlan county
who understand
the mission of my church and support it
with generous donations.
These are donations?
Not money you stole from a meth lab
before you blew it to shit?
All from grateful souls who want
to see me expand my ministry.
It's now the property
of the marshals service,
until such time as you can prove
that you came by it honestly,
you know,
with donation forms and receipts,
and I'm sure you've got
all that stuff.
I've never been good at paperwork,
but I'll get right on that.
Just honestly,
are you working for your daddy?
Is that what this is,
just scaring people back under his wing?
Has it ever occurred
to everyone sitting at this table
that what happened in Ransom Holler
might have been an accident?
So you didn't mean
to burn that boy alive.
I'm merely suggesting
that the explosion of a meth lab
might have been accidental.
And if a man was killed,
I think we may safely claim to see
the hand of righteousness in it.
And whose hand would that be.
Yours?
Only the Lord can be righteous.
I make no such claims for myself.
Do you know anything
about the man you killed?
He was a screw-up,
working in a meth lab.
Maybe he was trying
to turn his life around, do some good.
Sure as hell didn't deserve
to die like that.
Dear friend,
death comes to all of us,
but if he was truly a man
on a righteous road,
he is now with our heavenly father.
Would you do me a favor,
and show me in there where it justifies
the killing of innocent people.
You really don't know shit about
the heavenly father, do you, Crowder?
It's assholes like you that give
Christians like me a bad name.
Frank, I got this.
You want to talk
about the hand of righteousness.
You're gonna find out
what that means.
The kingdom of heaven
suffers violence.
Violent men take it by force.
- Is Crowder completely full of shit?
- He is,
but I just don't know
if he believes it or not.
What do we do now?
- Go on back down there to Harlan?
- Our best bet
is tracking down the meth cookers
who were in the lab.
If Boyd didn't already kill them
and dump their bodies somewhere.
Exactly, in which case,
we have no witnesses.
Then our best bet
is going to Boyd through his father.
One problem we do have...
We don't know the extent
of Bo's old criminal enterprises.
- I can help you with that.
- All right.
Do.
You just happen to be here?
No, I was looking for you, actually.
What did I do now?
Nothing. No, it was me. I...
When I was...
When I was at your motel room
the other day, I...
I think I lost my hair clip.
I've looked in the ca...
I've checked in the car.
I've checked everywhere.
I can't find it.
- What's it look like?
- A hair clip.
What? You got so many
hair clips in your room
you need me
to identify my hair clip?
If I see it, I'll let you know.
What were you gonna say?
I was just gonna say thank you,
again, for...
For what you did for gary.
Just happy it turned out
the way it did.
Are you?
- I got to go.
- You're glad to be back at work, huh?
Yeah. I am.
- Sorry.
- All right.
I'm real sorry I didn't take
your offer that first time around, Bo.
I mean...
Looking back, it...
It was a real square deal.
You wasn't thinking straight,
was you, Mickey?
Sometimes them chemical vapors,
they seep in your pores
and mess with your brain...
get you all mixed up.
I ain't too big a man to say
I made a mistake or nothing.
We all make mistakes, right, Johnny?
Every damn day.
Is it too late for us
to get your protection now?
Never too late.
I'll have my boys look after you.
And don't worry...
We'll let bygones be bygones,
get you up and running again.
The rate's gonna be 10.
Last time you said 5.
You're what they call...
"High risk."
Are you really in a position
to haggle over price?
Of course not. I...
10's fine. Thank you, Bo. Thank you.
Live and learn.
Isn't that what they always say?
- Yep.
- Live and learn.
- What?
- You sick?
It's that bad, huh?
No, Raylan,
living in the hole's a party.
I figure I'll give it a year.
If it don't get no better,
I'll take the bedsheet exit.
Why are you here?
I was hoping you'd give me
the lay of the land
as far as Bo Crowder
and Harlan's concerned.
So now you want help getting at Bo
when it's because of you
he's back on the street.
Me?
Boyd is out because of me.
Bo is out because of you.
I had a lid on Harlan.
- I bet you did.
- Crime went way down after I came in.
You were on the payroll
of a Miami drug cartel.
Yeah, they paid me to let drugs
roll through Harlan.
They didn't stop there.
Bo was the one providing protection
for the meth labs.
I put Bo down,
I cut meth in Harlan byhalf.
- I can imagine.
- No, I don't think you can, Raylan.
You wouldn't believe
the shit I had to deal with.
Trying to flush out them snakes,
the stoll brothers,
spreading their black-tar heroin.
How about Chris Lytle?
- Do you remember little Chris lytle?
- Chris Lytle, the...
Little faggot walked in front
of the marching band with the stick...
I heard he became a Marine.
Then he came back,
started growing pot
from Harlan
to the Virginia state line.
Trying to stomp him was
like playing whac-a-mole.
What was Bo's involvement
in all this?
Protection and collection.
Anything's running,
he's getting a cut of it.
What about after you put him away?
Johnny take over?
Bo assigned his collection duties
to Arlo Givens.
Whose son's a big US Marshal?
You know, from what I heard,
he did a piss-poor job, too.
Ran it right into the ground.
I can't imagine old Bo's
too happy about that.
Can you?
Sir.
Morning, sir.
Mr. Crowder.
I seem to recall you
making your first tent
out of bedsheets and broom handles.
You were about knee-high.
- Some things never change, huh?
- Afternoon, daddy.
I always prayed that the Lord
would guide you into the light.
Welcome to the church
of the last chance salvation.
You're looking good.
This backwoods lifestyle
seems to be suiting you.
I prefer a soft pair of double D's,
a 60-inch-wide screen,
and a good stiff drink, myself.
- Is that Hestler Jones?
- In the flesh.
I ain't seen you in a minute.
When did you get your release?
I forget.
It was a day ending in a "Y".
Did you have to go around and tell
all your neighbors you're a pervert?
How better for me to see
what the new talent is?
That day I came to pick you up
at big sandy
and I asked you to work some hours
to help me rebuild my business
and you said you wanted to walk
another path. I reacted poorly.
That's why I came too see you today,
son, to say I'm sorry,
to beg your forgiveness
and your indulgence.
What's this?
The smoke from your blast
sent a signal across
all of Harlan county.
I got people lining up
with cash in their hands,
begging me for protection.
I can't accept this.
Why not?
'Cause I know where it comes from.
The bible tells us
that "a gift blinds the wise
"and perverts the words
of the righteous."
Then let's just consider it
an offering,
my tithes to your church
of the last this, that, or the other.
You're not taking me seriously,
daddy,
and I don't find that amusing.
It's funny. I was just about
to say the same goddamn thing to you.
I'll send Johnny to tell you
where this hand of god will strike next.
You're wasting your time if you think
I'm doing anything on your behalf.
Whatever you're doing, it's working.
Just keep doing it, son.
Son of a bitch!
God!
Helen, this is Art Mullen.
He's my boss.
You got a nice garden, Mrs. Givens.
Your boss is a liar.
This was his ma's garden.
I promised her I'd take care of it
when she was gone.
I have done a god-awful job.
It's a lot of work.
Hand me that, would you?
Sure.
Let me ask you something.
Do you get snails?
Whole armies of the little bastards.
You got a cure?
I was hoping you did.
I've tried everything.
Even crushing them
and stringing them on a line
as a lesson to the other snails,
but they don't seem to care.
Why are you here, Mr. Mullen?
I thought Raylan didn't want
nothing more to do with us.
No, we just wanted to have
a quick word with your husband.
- He's not here.
- Where is he?
Why?
We just...
We need his advice about something.
His advice?
You thought that would work?
Flattery?
Now, it often does.
7 out of 10 times, I'd say.
He's down at the VFW,
blowing off steam.
Been spending all his time
down there lately.
Says those vets are the only ones
who understand him.
Apparently, his wife does not.
I wouldn't take it personal.
VFW's the only place he can get
a drink in this dry town.
What do you think
he's done this time?
No, no, ma'am.
It's nothing like that.
We just wanted to have a quick word
with him. That's all.
You have a nice day.
You've got a beautiful place here.
You know what?
We know Arlo's been running
Bo's protection business
when Bo was in prison.
It never ends with you, does it?
Helen, this ain't personal.
You can lie to yourself
all you want, Raylan.
You can put on that hat and that badge
and pretend you're someone else,
so you can accept every crazy notion
you hear about your father.
Are you saying I'm wrong?
This look like the palace
of a Harlan county kingpin to you?
I'd say it looks about right,
given the fact that Arlo
ran Bo's business into the ground.
I know nothing about that.
He's gonna have to answer
for pissing Bo's money away.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Gonna need a new trailer
to cook the meth in.
- Bo will get it for you.
- Can he get us ephedrine?
It's better than buying
that cold shit.
- Bo will get you everything you need.
- Here he is now, boys.
Afternoon, soldier.
Sorry, sir,
no membership ID, no entry.
Did you see that part down there
where it says "US Marshall"?
Again, I'm sorry, sir,
but it's veterans and their guests only,
unless you got a warrant.
- Are you serious?
- Listen,
my father's inside,
named Arlo Givens.
Would just tell him
we need to speak with him?
Just a moment.
That's nice stonework.
Not if you're trying
to bounce a ball off it.
I spent my fair share of time out here,
waiting for him.
Sorry, sir. I can't help you.
I know he's in there.
His truck is right there.
Sorry, sir.
Howdy.
We interrupt anything?
I've been off the clock
since 5:00, so...
- You drunk?
- I was headed in that direction,
till this detour.
No admission, huh?
Did you try flirting?
- He was immune to my charms.
- He said heroes only.
You show him your ass wound?
I didn't think it was
that kind of an evening.
Evening, soldier.
I didn't bring my cape.
- I'm guessing this will suffice?
- Rangers, huh?
Where did you serve?
- Afghanistan.
- No shit?
We got a boy waiting to ship.
Great. Maybe he can buy me a drink.
How did you get in?
Deputy Gutterson
served in Afghanistan.
He a mess-hall cook?
- Sniper in the rangers.
- So, he's the shit.
And you?
Art Mullen, chief deputy.
Have a seat.
- The Afghan war, huh?
- Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir." I like that. "Yes, sir."
So, what can I do for you all?
We're interested in Boyd Crowder.
Isn't he out in the woods,
running a revival or something?
But we want to know
if he's helping Bo Crowder
and if Bo's reestablishing
his businesses.
Why would I know any of that?
Because you ran
Bo's protection-and-collection business
- while he was in prison.
- I what?
- You deny it?
- Hell, yes, I deny it. That's crazy.
Why on earth would Bo
do something like that?
We're done here.
Mr. Givens,
what we need you to consider...
What I'm supposed to say is,
"we know you ran Bo's protection racket
into the dirt."
So it don't take a prophet
to see the future from here.
You can either sit around,
waiting to catch a bullet...
Or...
What?
Or you can accept protection
from the marshals service.
That's why you're here?
- I don't need protection.
- What about Helen?
You gonna forgive yourself
if she gets caught in the crossfire.
You are no longer welcome here.
Any of you.
Tell the truth.
You didn't honestly think
you could turn me.
I came here
as an officer of the law,
because sometimes
we have to make deals with lowlifes
because we have our sights
set on life-forms
even somehow lower on the ladder
of lowlifes than they.
Now, Arlo...
Use your words.
Mr. Givens,
we're taking down the Crowders.
And you can either go with them
or not.
Over here.
Let me guess...
Our missing meth cookers.
Each with a bullet hole
in the back of the head.
Bo. Thanks for coming.
Want a drink?
Sure.
What'll you have?
Oh, how about a Singapore sling.
What the hell do you think
I'm gonna have?
I don't know.
I'm having some bourbon.
It was a joke, Arlo.
Helen here?
No, she's out. Why?
Several of the Harlan ladies
brought me care packages
when they heard I was out.
I've kindly been waiting for Helen
to show up at my place with
a big basket of something sweet.
I can't remember the last time
she baked anything.
I can forgive Helen.
Why weren't you there
to welcome me home?
Because I knew how this
was gonna go,
and I thought it wasn't gonna
amount to much.
What happened?
Young punks came in,
wouldn't show respect.
You should have made them.
And you shouldn't have given
the job to an old man.
That's why I picked you.
If I'd have left Johnny in charge,
he might have gotten ideas
about taking over.
You know your place.
At least I thought you did.
Where's my money?
There is no money.
People stopped paying.
You invited me over here
to tell me this?
I invited you over to tell you
you have to do something about your son.
He has gone clear off the deep end.
Well, shit, at least
he hasn't join the other team,
become a goddamn Marshal
for Christ's sake.
At least Raylan doesn't run around,
preaching Jesus
and blowing up meth labs.
I got control over my boy.
Can you say the same about yours?
He comes to town,
it's to ruin the likes of you and me.
Only reason my son comes to Harlan
is because of your son.
You're gonna give me my money.
How much you want?
- $50,000 to start with.
- I don't have that.
- How much you got?
- Nothing.
- Well, then why did you ask?
- Being polite.
"Polite"?
Well, how about this...
you've got until this time tomorrow
to come up with a better answer.
Or what?
Thanks for the drink.
I'm sorry I missed Helen.
Give her my best.
I should have shot him.
Or you.
I got one of these
for my grandson, Willy.
He loved it.
He used it to terrorize his dog.
You know, those Chinamen...
they get a bad rap,
what with their history
of communist oppression and all.
But without
their cheap labor and parts,
you couldn't get yourself
a remote-controlled
helicopter for $37.99.
No, sir.
Well, as fascinating
as this is, Mr. Lemuel,
it's a different Chinese product
I came to discuss.
Those are a little harder
to come by,
and they cost a touch
more than $37.99.
Well, I'm aware of that,
but I have recently been given
a stipend and a benediction
that allow me not only to proceed
with a full wallet...
But a full heart.
I'll see what I can do.
- Shit.
- Come on, hop in.
Hell with it. I'll
wait for another car.
What you doin'?
I'm hitchhiking.
What's it look like?
- But what's going on?
- I got nothing to say to you.
Why aren't you at church camp with
pastor Boyd and the other commandos?
They ain't Crowder's commandos
no more, that's for damn sure.
- What do you mean by that?
- Too much religion.
That's why I left.
I never should have come down.
There's too many rules.
- What kind of rules?
- All kinds!
Hell, I can't even remember them
all. They're from the Bible.
They kick you out for
breaking one of God's rules?
Yeah, one of them.
One lousy rule...
he kicked me out.
Well, what did you do...
Lie? Steal?
Dance on Sunday?
He called me an onanist.
Bet you don't even know
what that is, smartass.
- Actually, I do.
- Yeah, well, I didn't.
How you think that was, Boyd, running
me down in front of everybody?
I don't know... funny?
- You go to hell.
- I'm just playing.
So he kicked you out
for jacking off, huh?!
Dewey Crowe, you stop right there!
In name of the US Marshals Service and
the government of the United States,
I hereby declare you deputized.
What?
You are now a duly deputized
Assistant US Marshal.
What is that supposed to mean?
you either assist
me in my investigation
or find yourself in violation of
section 39b of the US Marshal's act,
for which you might
receive a sentence
of not longer than three years
in the federal pen.
Bullshit!
That's an abuse of federal power!
Well, be that as it
may, it is the law.
Now, get in the car, or
face the consequences.
Boyd really bounced you out of
there for spanking the monkey?
You know, flogging the log?
Polishing the German helmet?
Where you taking me?
What do you mean, where am I taking you?
I'm taking you back to Boyd's.
What?
I was headed there already,
but this'll be much better.
You'll have a badge and a gun...
Won't be loaded of course.
- You got to earn that kind of trust.
- You can't take me back there!
What do you mean I can't?
You're a man of the law now.
We're on the same side, Dewey Crowe.
This is bullshit.
You ever hear of the O.K. Corral?
Does that ring a bell?
Weren't none of
those men walking with
Wyatt Earp deputized before that
moment...
not the day before,
not the hour before.
He deputized them right then and
there, and they did their job.
They died!
That's true.
But they died heroes, huh?
This just sucks. Will you
pull over and let me out?
Why did you and Boyd
blow up that meth lab?
Me?!
That was before I got down here.
Ain't you paying attention?
Well, you must have heard something.
You know he killed a man sleeping
in the back of that place,
and now it seems he's killed
two other men, as well.
I know what you're thinking.
Only two minutes to the camp.
Can't wait to show off
your shiny new badge.
He never killed them.
He let them go.
- Why did he blow up the lab?
- Because he hates meth.
Why did he blow up
that particular lab?
One of his men used
to be a cooker there.
- Which one?
- I can't remember.
- Try harder.
- Bobby something. Bobby Sue.
"Bobby Sue"?
I don't... Will you
turn the damn car around?!
Gentlemen, this morning, we are
looking for Bobby Joe Pecker.
- Packer.
- Packer. Sorry.
See. We got a warrant
and everything.
What, you got him squirreled away
in a mine somewhere?
I don't know where he is.
Hopefully out spreading the good word.
Hey, can you ask your friends to be a
little more gentle with our belongings?
We don't have much, but
we do value what we have.
I could, but they're
looking for a witness to murder,
so I don't think they'll listen.
What does that make it now,
four on the list?
What list, Raylan?
The men you murdered.
I got one on a bridge,
one in a meth lab,
and now these two meth cookers
we found dumped in a ditch.
Are there more?
You know, Raylan, we are getting
precipitously close to the moment
I ask to have my
lawyer to be present.
I think I found out that thing
about Arlo you were gonna tell me,
that could help me put him away.
He was running your daddy's
protection-and-collection business
while your daddy was in prison.
- Was that it?
- That's it.
That was the deep, dark secret
about your daddy I was dangling.
I figured as much.
But do you know who he was
running collections with?
- Wasn't you, was it?
- No, it wasn't me.
And the only reason
I'm gonna tell you this is 'cause
he is well beyond your reach.
Now, far be it from me to tell
you how to run your affairs.
But you might want to have a word with
the woman you are currently bedding.
The man who ran my daddy's
collections, along with your father,
was Ava's late husband,
my deceased brother, Bowman...
God rest his soul.
Well, I thought Ava would
have told you that.
Bowman? Ava's ex?
That's what he said.
Well, that could be bullshit, just
trying to get you all spun up.
Yeah. Probably.
The last car drove off.
The woods are clear.
With alacrity!
Let's get him out of here.
Come on.
Hold on!
1, 2, 3.
Man, that was hot!
About cooked!
You never told me
how you knew they were coming for me.
Dewey called and confessed
he broke a confidence.
How was it down there?
I couldn't hear nothing.
- I thought you forgot about me.
- Not for a second.
I appreciate you going
down there for me.
I truly do.
I'd do anything for you, Boyd.
You saved my soul.
God does the saving, son.
I just point the way.
Now, Bobby,
I'm gonna have
to ask for one more favor,
and I'm gonna warn you,
now, it's a big one.
Whatever you want, Boyd.
All right. Come on. Let's go.
- Let go of me!
- Let's go. Come on.
- What?
- What the hell are you doing here?
I'm drinking.
What are you doing back in Harlan?
Well, this isn't Harlan.
You see, Harlan's dry.
You must have missed the silence.
- This is Corbin.
- You got a death wish?
This is as good a place as any for you
to interrogate me about my dead husband.
I didn't. I just
wanted to ask you a few questions.
Ask.
This is not the place or the time.
Why not? Isn't that why you called?
It wasn't to check up on me.
It wasn't to ask me what I was
wearing in that sweet voice of yours.
Well, okay, then, let's
just get it out in the open.
You want to know whether
Bowman worked for Bo.
You lower your voice.
Can I ask you something, Raylan?
You thought that Bowman
was some big-time criminal,
and I just forgot to
mention that to you?
- We can discuss that in the car.
- It's okay.
I'll find my own ride home.
You are beautiful and drunk.
But on account of that
target Bo's got on your back,
none of these boys are gonna
get within 20 feet of you.
That's not true.
Hestler over there,
he'll take good care of me.
Won't you, Hestler.
Who's that?
You don't remember Hestler Jones?
- He was the creepy kid who used to,
- sit in the bleachers
and smile his creepy little smile?
He just did eight years in the
state pen for statutory rape.
He's working for Bo?
That would be my guess. He's
been following me around.
Raylan Givens. How you been?
- What brings you here, Hestler?
- Having a drink.
Ava says you've been
following her around.
It's a small world down
here. Maybe you forgot.
People run into each
other all the time.
She's just imagining
I'm following her.
We all have imaginations, don't we?
Differentiates us from the beasts.
I, for one,
imagine all sorts of things.
- That hurt.
- All right.
No doubt a violation of your parole.
You think that's the only
gun I can get my hands on?
Probably not.
You broke my finger,
you son of a bitch!
Won't be able to pull the
trigger now, will you?
- Okay. We're leaving.
- I'm staying.
I still got my left hand, asshole!
- I'm not leaving you with a rapist.
- I'm a big girl, Raylan.
I've been taking care
of myself long before
you rode here on your white horse.
Listen to me...
you are leaving with me
if I have to arrest you
and put you in handcuffs.
Holy shit!
She's not dead, is she?
I hope not.
I was driving along,
and she passed out.
Did you put handcuffs on her?
She wouldn't listen to reason.
I need her to stay at
your place tonight.
Why don't you take her
back to your luxury motel?
Did you screw things up with her?
What do you think?
What's going on?
There have been threats,
- from the Crowders.
- Is she in danger?
Nothing that could be
drawn back to you or Gary.
I just need to convince her
to get out of Kentucky.
And you think dumping her
handcuffed at your ex-wife's house,
that's gonna do the trick?
What about you?
- What about me?
- You getting out of Kentucky?
I already tried that.
Are you gonna drive
closer to my house,
or do you expect me to
carry her from here?
You gonna take those
handcuffs off her?
I could.
But you might regret that.
What in the hell?
How's it feel to rip off
your own damn wife?!
I didn't steal anything.
You snatched every
single dollar I saved!
I had to take care of things.
Why didn't you have the balls to
ask me before you took my money?!
Your money?
You haven't had a
goddamn job in 20 years!
What are you doing,
digging it up now, anyway?
You finally looking to leave me?
I damn well should.
Look, Helen,
I planned on filling it up again.
That money
was gonna buy us some time.
You okay?
No, Arlo, I'm not okay!
We need to pack up and get out.
Nobody's gonna run me out of Harlan.
Unless you got $50,000
I don't know about,
we got two options.
We either run
or you kill Bo.
Welcome back, my friend, to
the show that never ends.
Put your bag down.
I appreciate you giving
me the heads up on Raylan.
We took care of the Bobby Joe
situation in the nick of time.
Where is he?
He's performing a great service.
So, did Raylan rough
you up a little bit?
I know he has before.
How did he get you to talk, then?
He deputized me.
He did what?
He said he could deputize
me, and then I had to talk.
That Raylan Givens.
He sure is a clever one.
Well, you know that's
not true, right?
I wasn't sure.
No, you didn't have to talk.
But I'm sure you wanted to.
No, I didn't.
Not even after I humiliated you?
I regret that, Dewey...
Friend.
That was out of line.
Yes, you broke our rule against
self-pleasuring, but...
I should not have embarrassed you
like that in front of the others.
So, I understand why you talked
to Deputy Givens... I do.
And I forgive you.
Thank you, Boyd.
But I can't abide it.
I'm sorry, son,
but the work we're
doing here is too important.
I hope you understand.
I don't understand.
You can't kill someone
for jerking off!
Go.
I could stay.
I promise not to spank it so much.
Excuse me, sir?
He said he had to come up here.
Boss.
That's me.
I come up here to tell y'all
I'm the one that set fire
to that trailer.
Wasn't nobody but me...
not Boyd, not nobody
from the church, just me.
And I asked God's forgiveness.
He told me to surrender,
so here I am.
I say if you're gonna be a bear,
be a grizzly.
But this, my friends, is a Kodiak.
Hello?
What in god's name did you do?
Thank you, Raylan.
You're a good man.
Not good enough.
I got you out of jail.
At the very least,
I'll get you back in.
I was on protection duty
this week with this judge,
and he said he can get the terms
of your probation adjusted
- so you can get out of Kentucky.
- How far away you want me?
It's about keeping you safe.
I can't be watching your back anymore.
Sit.
Cuff yourself.
If you move,
I'll shoot you in the kneecap.
Next time I see you, I'm gonna...
Methamphetamine is a modern-day plague,
like locusts, only worse.
If I come back out here again and
you're still cooking up that poison...
Be careful
what you're doing in there.
I hear these things
blow up all the time.
Fire in the hole.
You bastard.
Gill was in the back.
You killed Gill.
- Did my daddy send you?
- I told him I was starting a church.
And he embraces that, boy,
with all his might.
But you don't screw
with the man's business.
A meth lab blew up
in the woods outside of Harlan.
And the local police there
had a CI inside.
He was killed.
So now he's killed someone.
Come out of the tent
with your hands up!
Get out! Get out! Now!
Get on the ground!
Good morning, gentlemen.
Please remain facedown
with your legs spread
until you are told otherwise.
You are now in the custody
of the Kentucky state police
and the US marshals service.
With all this manpower,
you looking for Osama Bin Laden,
- 'cause I'm fair certain he ain't here.
- You must be proud.
You made it most of three weeks
before murdering someone.
Sorry.
Captain Choate
of the Kentucky state police
has identified
a parolee living among you,
in violation of the terms
of his release.
All this fuss is over
one parole violator?
Unless you've got something else
you'd like to tell me about.
They strike the shepherd
so the sheep may scatter.
The shepherd...
Is that you?
Come up out of there!
What the hell you think
I'm trying to do?
Hold up. I think I know that voice.
Looky here.
It's Dewey Crowe.
Luther, you know
you're going back to prison.
You got like, what?
Four years left on your bit.
That could easily turn into 10.
You need friends right now, Luther,
somebody to go
to the AUSA and the judge
and tell them
you helped us make a case.
If you do that, we might be able
to go to bat for you.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
They strike at the shepherd,
that the sheep may scatter.
You might strike out the shepherd,
but us sheep,
we won't never get struck out.
Or scattered.
Or words to that effect.
On this lonely road
Trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome pissed off,
who wants some?
I'm fighting for my soul
God get at your boy
You try to bogard fall back,
I go hard
On this lonely road
Trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome pissed off,
who wants some?
I see them long, hard times to come
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Veterans
Original Air Date on May 25, 2010
It seems that we are destined to be
locked in an antagonistic relationship.
As long as you keep putting yourself
in trouble's way.
You gonna introduce me
to your friends?
My mistake. I'm sorry.
Yes, of course.
Art Mullen,
the chief deputy of this office.
Art's my boss.
I thought you guys had met
that night I shot you,
but, of course, you were unconscious
by the time he showed up.
And this is detective Frank Choate,
Kentucky state police.
We are looking into the homicide
of the man blown up in Ransom Holler.
We found this in your camp.
We were wondering
where all this money came from.
There are people in Harlan county
who understand
the mission of my church and support it
with generous donations.
These are donations?
Not money you stole from a meth lab
before you blew it to shit?
All from grateful souls who want
to see me expand my ministry.
It's now the property
of the marshals service,
until such time as you can prove
that you came by it honestly,
you know,
with donation forms and receipts,
and I'm sure you've got
all that stuff.
I've never been good at paperwork,
but I'll get right on that.
Just honestly,
are you working for your daddy?
Is that what this is,
just scaring people back under his wing?
Has it ever occurred
to everyone sitting at this table
that what happened in Ransom Holler
might have been an accident?
So you didn't mean
to burn that boy alive.
I'm merely suggesting
that the explosion of a meth lab
might have been accidental.
And if a man was killed,
I think we may safely claim to see
the hand of righteousness in it.
And whose hand would that be.
Yours?
Only the Lord can be righteous.
I make no such claims for myself.
Do you know anything
about the man you killed?
He was a screw-up,
working in a meth lab.
Maybe he was trying
to turn his life around, do some good.
Sure as hell didn't deserve
to die like that.
Dear friend,
death comes to all of us,
but if he was truly a man
on a righteous road,
he is now with our heavenly father.
Would you do me a favor,
and show me in there where it justifies
the killing of innocent people.
You really don't know shit about
the heavenly father, do you, Crowder?
It's assholes like you that give
Christians like me a bad name.
Frank, I got this.
You want to talk
about the hand of righteousness.
You're gonna find out
what that means.
The kingdom of heaven
suffers violence.
Violent men take it by force.
- Is Crowder completely full of shit?
- He is,
but I just don't know
if he believes it or not.
What do we do now?
- Go on back down there to Harlan?
- Our best bet
is tracking down the meth cookers
who were in the lab.
If Boyd didn't already kill them
and dump their bodies somewhere.
Exactly, in which case,
we have no witnesses.
Then our best bet
is going to Boyd through his father.
One problem we do have...
We don't know the extent
of Bo's old criminal enterprises.
- I can help you with that.
- All right.
Do.
You just happen to be here?
No, I was looking for you, actually.
What did I do now?
Nothing. No, it was me. I...
When I was...
When I was at your motel room
the other day, I...
I think I lost my hair clip.
I've looked in the ca...
I've checked in the car.
I've checked everywhere.
I can't find it.
- What's it look like?
- A hair clip.
What? You got so many
hair clips in your room
you need me
to identify my hair clip?
If I see it, I'll let you know.
What were you gonna say?
I was just gonna say thank you,
again, for...
For what you did for gary.
Just happy it turned out
the way it did.
Are you?
- I got to go.
- You're glad to be back at work, huh?
Yeah. I am.
- Sorry.
- All right.
I'm real sorry I didn't take
your offer that first time around, Bo.
I mean...
Looking back, it...
It was a real square deal.
You wasn't thinking straight,
was you, Mickey?
Sometimes them chemical vapors,
they seep in your pores
and mess with your brain...
get you all mixed up.
I ain't too big a man to say
I made a mistake or nothing.
We all make mistakes, right, Johnny?
Every damn day.
Is it too late for us
to get your protection now?
Never too late.
I'll have my boys look after you.
And don't worry...
We'll let bygones be bygones,
get you up and running again.
The rate's gonna be 10.
Last time you said 5.
You're what they call...
"High risk."
Are you really in a position
to haggle over price?
Of course not. I...
10's fine. Thank you, Bo. Thank you.
Live and learn.
Isn't that what they always say?
- Yep.
- Live and learn.
- What?
- You sick?
It's that bad, huh?
No, Raylan,
living in the hole's a party.
I figure I'll give it a year.
If it don't get no better,
I'll take the bedsheet exit.
Why are you here?
I was hoping you'd give me
the lay of the land
as far as Bo Crowder
and Harlan's concerned.
So now you want help getting at Bo
when it's because of you
he's back on the street.
Me?
Boyd is out because of me.
Bo is out because of you.
I had a lid on Harlan.
- I bet you did.
- Crime went way down after I came in.
You were on the payroll
of a Miami drug cartel.
Yeah, they paid me to let drugs
roll through Harlan.
They didn't stop there.
Bo was the one providing protection
for the meth labs.
I put Bo down,
I cut meth in Harlan byhalf.
- I can imagine.
- No, I don't think you can, Raylan.
You wouldn't believe
the shit I had to deal with.
Trying to flush out them snakes,
the stoll brothers,
spreading their black-tar heroin.
How about Chris Lytle?
- Do you remember little Chris lytle?
- Chris Lytle, the...
Little faggot walked in front
of the marching band with the stick...
I heard he became a Marine.
Then he came back,
started growing pot
from Harlan
to the Virginia state line.
Trying to stomp him was
like playing whac-a-mole.
What was Bo's involvement
in all this?
Protection and collection.
Anything's running,
he's getting a cut of it.
What about after you put him away?
Johnny take over?
Bo assigned his collection duties
to Arlo Givens.
Whose son's a big US Marshal?
You know, from what I heard,
he did a piss-poor job, too.
Ran it right into the ground.
I can't imagine old Bo's
too happy about that.
Can you?
Sir.
Morning, sir.
Mr. Crowder.
I seem to recall you
making your first tent
out of bedsheets and broom handles.
You were about knee-high.
- Some things never change, huh?
- Afternoon, daddy.
I always prayed that the Lord
would guide you into the light.
Welcome to the church
of the last chance salvation.
You're looking good.
This backwoods lifestyle
seems to be suiting you.
I prefer a soft pair of double D's,
a 60-inch-wide screen,
and a good stiff drink, myself.
- Is that Hestler Jones?
- In the flesh.
I ain't seen you in a minute.
When did you get your release?
I forget.
It was a day ending in a "Y".
Did you have to go around and tell
all your neighbors you're a pervert?
How better for me to see
what the new talent is?
That day I came to pick you up
at big sandy
and I asked you to work some hours
to help me rebuild my business
and you said you wanted to walk
another path. I reacted poorly.
That's why I came too see you today,
son, to say I'm sorry,
to beg your forgiveness
and your indulgence.
What's this?
The smoke from your blast
sent a signal across
all of Harlan county.
I got people lining up
with cash in their hands,
begging me for protection.
I can't accept this.
Why not?
'Cause I know where it comes from.
The bible tells us
that "a gift blinds the wise
"and perverts the words
of the righteous."
Then let's just consider it
an offering,
my tithes to your church
of the last this, that, or the other.
You're not taking me seriously,
daddy,
and I don't find that amusing.
It's funny. I was just about
to say the same goddamn thing to you.
I'll send Johnny to tell you
where this hand of god will strike next.
You're wasting your time if you think
I'm doing anything on your behalf.
Whatever you're doing, it's working.
Just keep doing it, son.
Son of a bitch!
God!
Helen, this is Art Mullen.
He's my boss.
You got a nice garden, Mrs. Givens.
Your boss is a liar.
This was his ma's garden.
I promised her I'd take care of it
when she was gone.
I have done a god-awful job.
It's a lot of work.
Hand me that, would you?
Sure.
Let me ask you something.
Do you get snails?
Whole armies of the little bastards.
You got a cure?
I was hoping you did.
I've tried everything.
Even crushing them
and stringing them on a line
as a lesson to the other snails,
but they don't seem to care.
Why are you here, Mr. Mullen?
I thought Raylan didn't want
nothing more to do with us.
No, we just wanted to have
a quick word with your husband.
- He's not here.
- Where is he?
Why?
We just...
We need his advice about something.
His advice?
You thought that would work?
Flattery?
Now, it often does.
7 out of 10 times, I'd say.
He's down at the VFW,
blowing off steam.
Been spending all his time
down there lately.
Says those vets are the only ones
who understand him.
Apparently, his wife does not.
I wouldn't take it personal.
VFW's the only place he can get
a drink in this dry town.
What do you think
he's done this time?
No, no, ma'am.
It's nothing like that.
We just wanted to have a quick word
with him. That's all.
You have a nice day.
You've got a beautiful place here.
You know what?
We know Arlo's been running
Bo's protection business
when Bo was in prison.
It never ends with you, does it?
Helen, this ain't personal.
You can lie to yourself
all you want, Raylan.
You can put on that hat and that badge
and pretend you're someone else,
so you can accept every crazy notion
you hear about your father.
Are you saying I'm wrong?
This look like the palace
of a Harlan county kingpin to you?
I'd say it looks about right,
given the fact that Arlo
ran Bo's business into the ground.
I know nothing about that.
He's gonna have to answer
for pissing Bo's money away.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Gonna need a new trailer
to cook the meth in.
- Bo will get it for you.
- Can he get us ephedrine?
It's better than buying
that cold shit.
- Bo will get you everything you need.
- Here he is now, boys.
Afternoon, soldier.
Sorry, sir,
no membership ID, no entry.
Did you see that part down there
where it says "US Marshall"?
Again, I'm sorry, sir,
but it's veterans and their guests only,
unless you got a warrant.
- Are you serious?
- Listen,
my father's inside,
named Arlo Givens.
Would just tell him
we need to speak with him?
Just a moment.
That's nice stonework.
Not if you're trying
to bounce a ball off it.
I spent my fair share of time out here,
waiting for him.
Sorry, sir. I can't help you.
I know he's in there.
His truck is right there.
Sorry, sir.
Howdy.
We interrupt anything?
I've been off the clock
since 5:00, so...
- You drunk?
- I was headed in that direction,
till this detour.
No admission, huh?
Did you try flirting?
- He was immune to my charms.
- He said heroes only.
You show him your ass wound?
I didn't think it was
that kind of an evening.
Evening, soldier.
I didn't bring my cape.
- I'm guessing this will suffice?
- Rangers, huh?
Where did you serve?
- Afghanistan.
- No shit?
We got a boy waiting to ship.
Great. Maybe he can buy me a drink.
How did you get in?
Deputy Gutterson
served in Afghanistan.
He a mess-hall cook?
- Sniper in the rangers.
- So, he's the shit.
And you?
Art Mullen, chief deputy.
Have a seat.
- The Afghan war, huh?
- Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir." I like that. "Yes, sir."
So, what can I do for you all?
We're interested in Boyd Crowder.
Isn't he out in the woods,
running a revival or something?
But we want to know
if he's helping Bo Crowder
and if Bo's reestablishing
his businesses.
Why would I know any of that?
Because you ran
Bo's protection-and-collection business
- while he was in prison.
- I what?
- You deny it?
- Hell, yes, I deny it. That's crazy.
Why on earth would Bo
do something like that?
We're done here.
Mr. Givens,
what we need you to consider...
What I'm supposed to say is,
"we know you ran Bo's protection racket
into the dirt."
So it don't take a prophet
to see the future from here.
You can either sit around,
waiting to catch a bullet...
Or...
What?
Or you can accept protection
from the marshals service.
That's why you're here?
- I don't need protection.
- What about Helen?
You gonna forgive yourself
if she gets caught in the crossfire.
You are no longer welcome here.
Any of you.
Tell the truth.
You didn't honestly think
you could turn me.
I came here
as an officer of the law,
because sometimes
we have to make deals with lowlifes
because we have our sights
set on life-forms
even somehow lower on the ladder
of lowlifes than they.
Now, Arlo...
Use your words.
Mr. Givens,
we're taking down the Crowders.
And you can either go with them
or not.
Over here.
Let me guess...
Our missing meth cookers.
Each with a bullet hole
in the back of the head.
Bo. Thanks for coming.
Want a drink?
Sure.
What'll you have?
Oh, how about a Singapore sling.
What the hell do you think
I'm gonna have?
I don't know.
I'm having some bourbon.
It was a joke, Arlo.
Helen here?
No, she's out. Why?
Several of the Harlan ladies
brought me care packages
when they heard I was out.
I've kindly been waiting for Helen
to show up at my place with
a big basket of something sweet.
I can't remember the last time
she baked anything.
I can forgive Helen.
Why weren't you there
to welcome me home?
Because I knew how this
was gonna go,
and I thought it wasn't gonna
amount to much.
What happened?
Young punks came in,
wouldn't show respect.
You should have made them.
And you shouldn't have given
the job to an old man.
That's why I picked you.
If I'd have left Johnny in charge,
he might have gotten ideas
about taking over.
You know your place.
At least I thought you did.
Where's my money?
There is no money.
People stopped paying.
You invited me over here
to tell me this?
I invited you over to tell you
you have to do something about your son.
He has gone clear off the deep end.
Well, shit, at least
he hasn't join the other team,
become a goddamn Marshal
for Christ's sake.
At least Raylan doesn't run around,
preaching Jesus
and blowing up meth labs.
I got control over my boy.
Can you say the same about yours?
He comes to town,
it's to ruin the likes of you and me.
Only reason my son comes to Harlan
is because of your son.
You're gonna give me my money.
How much you want?
- $50,000 to start with.
- I don't have that.
- How much you got?
- Nothing.
- Well, then why did you ask?
- Being polite.
"Polite"?
Well, how about this...
you've got until this time tomorrow
to come up with a better answer.
Or what?
Thanks for the drink.
I'm sorry I missed Helen.
Give her my best.
I should have shot him.
Or you.
I got one of these
for my grandson, Willy.
He loved it.
He used it to terrorize his dog.
You know, those Chinamen...
they get a bad rap,
what with their history
of communist oppression and all.
But without
their cheap labor and parts,
you couldn't get yourself
a remote-controlled
helicopter for $37.99.
No, sir.
Well, as fascinating
as this is, Mr. Lemuel,
it's a different Chinese product
I came to discuss.
Those are a little harder
to come by,
and they cost a touch
more than $37.99.
Well, I'm aware of that,
but I have recently been given
a stipend and a benediction
that allow me not only to proceed
with a full wallet...
But a full heart.
I'll see what I can do.
- Shit.
- Come on, hop in.
Hell with it. I'll
wait for another car.
What you doin'?
I'm hitchhiking.
What's it look like?
- But what's going on?
- I got nothing to say to you.
Why aren't you at church camp with
pastor Boyd and the other commandos?
They ain't Crowder's commandos
no more, that's for damn sure.
- What do you mean by that?
- Too much religion.
That's why I left.
I never should have come down.
There's too many rules.
- What kind of rules?
- All kinds!
Hell, I can't even remember them
all. They're from the Bible.
They kick you out for
breaking one of God's rules?
Yeah, one of them.
One lousy rule...
he kicked me out.
Well, what did you do...
Lie? Steal?
Dance on Sunday?
He called me an onanist.
Bet you don't even know
what that is, smartass.
- Actually, I do.
- Yeah, well, I didn't.
How you think that was, Boyd, running
me down in front of everybody?
I don't know... funny?
- You go to hell.
- I'm just playing.
So he kicked you out
for jacking off, huh?!
Dewey Crowe, you stop right there!
In name of the US Marshals Service and
the government of the United States,
I hereby declare you deputized.
What?
You are now a duly deputized
Assistant US Marshal.
What is that supposed to mean?
you either assist
me in my investigation
or find yourself in violation of
section 39b of the US Marshal's act,
for which you might
receive a sentence
of not longer than three years
in the federal pen.
Bullshit!
That's an abuse of federal power!
Well, be that as it
may, it is the law.
Now, get in the car, or
face the consequences.
Boyd really bounced you out of
there for spanking the monkey?
You know, flogging the log?
Polishing the German helmet?
Where you taking me?
What do you mean, where am I taking you?
I'm taking you back to Boyd's.
What?
I was headed there already,
but this'll be much better.
You'll have a badge and a gun...
Won't be loaded of course.
- You got to earn that kind of trust.
- You can't take me back there!
What do you mean I can't?
You're a man of the law now.
We're on the same side, Dewey Crowe.
This is bullshit.
You ever hear of the O.K. Corral?
Does that ring a bell?
Weren't none of
those men walking with
Wyatt Earp deputized before that
moment...
not the day before,
not the hour before.
He deputized them right then and
there, and they did their job.
They died!
That's true.
But they died heroes, huh?
This just sucks. Will you
pull over and let me out?
Why did you and Boyd
blow up that meth lab?
Me?!
That was before I got down here.
Ain't you paying attention?
Well, you must have heard something.
You know he killed a man sleeping
in the back of that place,
and now it seems he's killed
two other men, as well.
I know what you're thinking.
Only two minutes to the camp.
Can't wait to show off
your shiny new badge.
He never killed them.
He let them go.
- Why did he blow up the lab?
- Because he hates meth.
Why did he blow up
that particular lab?
One of his men used
to be a cooker there.
- Which one?
- I can't remember.
- Try harder.
- Bobby something. Bobby Sue.
"Bobby Sue"?
I don't... Will you
turn the damn car around?!
Gentlemen, this morning, we are
looking for Bobby Joe Pecker.
- Packer.
- Packer. Sorry.
See. We got a warrant
and everything.
What, you got him squirreled away
in a mine somewhere?
I don't know where he is.
Hopefully out spreading the good word.
Hey, can you ask your friends to be a
little more gentle with our belongings?
We don't have much, but
we do value what we have.
I could, but they're
looking for a witness to murder,
so I don't think they'll listen.
What does that make it now,
four on the list?
What list, Raylan?
The men you murdered.
I got one on a bridge,
one in a meth lab,
and now these two meth cookers
we found dumped in a ditch.
Are there more?
You know, Raylan, we are getting
precipitously close to the moment
I ask to have my
lawyer to be present.
I think I found out that thing
about Arlo you were gonna tell me,
that could help me put him away.
He was running your daddy's
protection-and-collection business
while your daddy was in prison.
- Was that it?
- That's it.
That was the deep, dark secret
about your daddy I was dangling.
I figured as much.
But do you know who he was
running collections with?
- Wasn't you, was it?
- No, it wasn't me.
And the only reason
I'm gonna tell you this is 'cause
he is well beyond your reach.
Now, far be it from me to tell
you how to run your affairs.
But you might want to have a word with
the woman you are currently bedding.
The man who ran my daddy's
collections, along with your father,
was Ava's late husband,
my deceased brother, Bowman...
God rest his soul.
Well, I thought Ava would
have told you that.
Bowman? Ava's ex?
That's what he said.
Well, that could be bullshit, just
trying to get you all spun up.
Yeah. Probably.
The last car drove off.
The woods are clear.
With alacrity!
Let's get him out of here.
Come on.
Hold on!
1, 2, 3.
Man, that was hot!
About cooked!
You never told me
how you knew they were coming for me.
Dewey called and confessed
he broke a confidence.
How was it down there?
I couldn't hear nothing.
- I thought you forgot about me.
- Not for a second.
I appreciate you going
down there for me.
I truly do.
I'd do anything for you, Boyd.
You saved my soul.
God does the saving, son.
I just point the way.
Now, Bobby,
I'm gonna have
to ask for one more favor,
and I'm gonna warn you,
now, it's a big one.
Whatever you want, Boyd.
All right. Come on. Let's go.
- Let go of me!
- Let's go. Come on.
- What?
- What the hell are you doing here?
I'm drinking.
What are you doing back in Harlan?
Well, this isn't Harlan.
You see, Harlan's dry.
You must have missed the silence.
- This is Corbin.
- You got a death wish?
This is as good a place as any for you
to interrogate me about my dead husband.
I didn't. I just
wanted to ask you a few questions.
Ask.
This is not the place or the time.
Why not? Isn't that why you called?
It wasn't to check up on me.
It wasn't to ask me what I was
wearing in that sweet voice of yours.
Well, okay, then, let's
just get it out in the open.
You want to know whether
Bowman worked for Bo.
You lower your voice.
Can I ask you something, Raylan?
You thought that Bowman
was some big-time criminal,
and I just forgot to
mention that to you?
- We can discuss that in the car.
- It's okay.
I'll find my own ride home.
You are beautiful and drunk.
But on account of that
target Bo's got on your back,
none of these boys are gonna
get within 20 feet of you.
That's not true.
Hestler over there,
he'll take good care of me.
Won't you, Hestler.
Who's that?
You don't remember Hestler Jones?
- He was the creepy kid who used to,
- sit in the bleachers
and smile his creepy little smile?
He just did eight years in the
state pen for statutory rape.
He's working for Bo?
That would be my guess. He's
been following me around.
Raylan Givens. How you been?
- What brings you here, Hestler?
- Having a drink.
Ava says you've been
following her around.
It's a small world down
here. Maybe you forgot.
People run into each
other all the time.
She's just imagining
I'm following her.
We all have imaginations, don't we?
Differentiates us from the beasts.
I, for one,
imagine all sorts of things.
- That hurt.
- All right.
No doubt a violation of your parole.
You think that's the only
gun I can get my hands on?
Probably not.
You broke my finger,
you son of a bitch!
Won't be able to pull the
trigger now, will you?
- Okay. We're leaving.
- I'm staying.
I still got my left hand, asshole!
- I'm not leaving you with a rapist.
- I'm a big girl, Raylan.
I've been taking care
of myself long before
you rode here on your white horse.
Listen to me...
you are leaving with me
if I have to arrest you
and put you in handcuffs.
Holy shit!
She's not dead, is she?
I hope not.
I was driving along,
and she passed out.
Did you put handcuffs on her?
She wouldn't listen to reason.
I need her to stay at
your place tonight.
Why don't you take her
back to your luxury motel?
Did you screw things up with her?
What do you think?
What's going on?
There have been threats,
- from the Crowders.
- Is she in danger?
Nothing that could be
drawn back to you or Gary.
I just need to convince her
to get out of Kentucky.
And you think dumping her
handcuffed at your ex-wife's house,
that's gonna do the trick?
What about you?
- What about me?
- You getting out of Kentucky?
I already tried that.
Are you gonna drive
closer to my house,
or do you expect me to
carry her from here?
You gonna take those
handcuffs off her?
I could.
But you might regret that.
What in the hell?
How's it feel to rip off
your own damn wife?!
I didn't steal anything.
You snatched every
single dollar I saved!
I had to take care of things.
Why didn't you have the balls to
ask me before you took my money?!
Your money?
You haven't had a
goddamn job in 20 years!
What are you doing,
digging it up now, anyway?
You finally looking to leave me?
I damn well should.
Look, Helen,
I planned on filling it up again.
That money
was gonna buy us some time.
You okay?
No, Arlo, I'm not okay!
We need to pack up and get out.
Nobody's gonna run me out of Harlan.
Unless you got $50,000
I don't know about,
we got two options.
We either run
or you kill Bo.
Welcome back, my friend, to
the show that never ends.
Put your bag down.
I appreciate you giving
me the heads up on Raylan.
We took care of the Bobby Joe
situation in the nick of time.
Where is he?
He's performing a great service.
So, did Raylan rough
you up a little bit?
I know he has before.
How did he get you to talk, then?
He deputized me.
He did what?
He said he could deputize
me, and then I had to talk.
That Raylan Givens.
He sure is a clever one.
Well, you know that's
not true, right?
I wasn't sure.
No, you didn't have to talk.
But I'm sure you wanted to.
No, I didn't.
Not even after I humiliated you?
I regret that, Dewey...
Friend.
That was out of line.
Yes, you broke our rule against
self-pleasuring, but...
I should not have embarrassed you
like that in front of the others.
So, I understand why you talked
to Deputy Givens... I do.
And I forgive you.
Thank you, Boyd.
But I can't abide it.
I'm sorry, son,
but the work we're
doing here is too important.
I hope you understand.
I don't understand.
You can't kill someone
for jerking off!
Go.
I could stay.
I promise not to spank it so much.
Excuse me, sir?
He said he had to come up here.
Boss.
That's me.
I come up here to tell y'all
I'm the one that set fire
to that trailer.
Wasn't nobody but me...
not Boyd, not nobody
from the church, just me.
And I asked God's forgiveness.
He told me to surrender,
so here I am.
I say if you're gonna be a bear,
be a grizzly.
But this, my friends, is a Kodiak.
Hello?