Justified (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 12 - Fathers and Sons - full transcript

Raylan is ordered to enlist his estranged father's help against the increasing threat of Bo Crowder.

Previously...

I'll send Johnny to tell you
where the hand of God will strike next.

You're wasting your time if you think
I'm doing anything on your behalf.

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...

Or you can accept protection
from the marshals service.

We got two options.

We either run

or you kill Bo.



You are leaving with me if I have
to arrest you and put you in handcuffs.

I need her to stay
at your place tonight.

What's going on?

There have been threats.

Did you screw things up with her?

What do you think?

I say if you're gonna be a bear,

be a grizzly.

But this, my friends, is a Kodiak.

Bo thinks I ripped him off.

- Didn't you?
- I skimmed my share, but that's all.

- So you ripped him off.
- Isn't that what I just said?

So, how much money did you collect
for Bo Crowder while he was inside?

Must have been $100,000, $150,000.



I took my cut
and passed the rest to Johnny.

So how does he figure
that you owe him money?

Collections fell off.
One thing led to another.

New guys pushed the old ones out,

and I couldn't get nothing out
of them without Bo's muscle.

So now he wants his pound of flesh,
and you don't have it to give him.

Whatever I know about Bo's operations,
such as they were,

I'll tell you.

The problem with that
is the statute of limitations.

It varies with each crime.

Did you see anyone get murdered,
kidnapped...

Anything that could help us
make a convincing Rico case?

"Rico"?

Racketeering.

Bo sure as hell had a racket.

- Could you give us names and dates?
- Probably not.

- What about Boyd?
- I never worked with Boyd.

What Raylan's trying to say here

is that we're not so much interested
in the past.

We're focusing more
on present tense.

What the hell does that mean?

It means that if you want
Bo Crowder out of your life,

you're gonna have to find a way to worm
your way back into his good graces,

give us some rock-solid information,

like Boyd and the death
of this guy in a meth-lab explosion.

You want me to be a snitch.

It's astounding to me

that you're just now realizing
that's why we're here.

What's it pay?

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 1x12 ?
Fathers & Sons
Original Air Date on June 1, 2010

Mr. Crowder.

How was the flight?

I don't really like to fly,

but that private jet of yours
beats the hell out of coach.

I do appreciate you coming down
to talk face-to-face.

Didn't seem like I had much choice.

No, I suppose you didn't.

This is Ernesto and Pilar.

They have been
with me for over 10 years.

I trust them with my life.

Now, tomorrow
they'll get into a truck,

start driving,

and in two days,
deliver the shipment of ephedrine

you requested.

You brought me all the way down here
to tell me that?

I flew you down here to make sure
you understand the consequences

of accepting this much product
on consignment.

You know what the short bus is?

A short bus?

It's the peque?o bus for slow kids.

Tto take them to the special school.

I may not own a private plane
or a fancy car,

and when you look at me,
you probably just see some dumb redneck

who likes to eat roadkill for breakfast
and have sex with his cousins.

I don't eat roadkill,
I don't screw my relatives,

and I didn't just get off
of no short bus.

So for you to bring me
all the way down here to threaten me,

as if I didn't already fully understand
the stakes of our business agreement,

Hoss, that's just
downright insulting.

Your attitude strikes me
as cavalier.

I lost Hunter,

another associate
I sent down to Kentucky,

and two men on the Mexican border.
All at the hand

of the US marshal
who shot an associate of mine

named Tommy Bucks not too far
from where we're standing right now.

I hear he's not a huge fan
of yours either.

Probably not.

But the good news is,

I can swallow that asshole
with a short glass of water.

The deal...

$2 million,

repaid in equal installments
over the next six months.

You have the resources
and demand to make that schedule?

If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.

You weren't too concerned about
procedure when he was saving your ass.

No, and now we owe him, apparently.

This isn't about the girl, is it?

This is about the fact
that Raylan was here.

He found his way in here
pretty damn fast.

This is a nice house.

- Winona, right?
- Yes. Good morning.

I'm Gary.

I'm Winona's husband.

Good for you,

going to the gym.

I am sorry to shake and run.

How do you take your coffee?

With a little bourbon.

- All right.
- Hope I didn't put y'all out.

Sorry. I feel bad.

It's okay.

You know what? I do.
I appreciate your hospitality.

But if y'all have a phone book,
I'd love to call a taxi.

I think Raylan wanted to talk to you
before you went anywhere.

I'd just as soon get out
of your hair.

It's not my place to say,
and you're a big girl.

- You can do whatever you want...
- Whatever he's come here to tell me,

I heard before.

Do you think you can get Bo Crowder
to trust you again?

It ain't about trust with Bo.
It's about being useful.

Think you can make yourself
useful again?

Maybe.

All due respect, Mr. Givens,
I can't go to my supervisor with that.

You want the Crowders behind bars,

but you ain't putting anything
into the game.

I got everything to lose,
and you got nothing.

What are you looking for,
Mr. Givens?

I got to pay Bo something.

Take some of the pressure off.

Okay, fine.
How much we talking?

100 grand, cash.

- Okay, so, we go with 20.
- Bo wants 100.

Bo will take 20,

- and you'll offer to work off the rest.
- Blanket immunity.

I'll see what I can do.

You'll have to check in periodically
with the deputy marshal,

report on everything you've learned
about Crowder's operations.

I say he wears a wire.

You want to keep everything
above board with that man,

- send him in hot.
- Bullshit on that score.

- I'm not insisting on that.
- Fellas,

do we want to spend years here
building a case against Bo,

or do we want
to get something now on tape

that can stop Boyd
and these guys from killing people?

- Chief, how's your coffee here?
- Bad.

Let's get some.

Guess being useful runs both ways.
Difference is,

you're so eager to use me,
you don't mind it might get me killed.

Arlo,

only reason you're here is 'cause
you ain't got any other play left.

You want to make more of it
than that, fine,

but everything that led to this moment
was your choice.

You'd have rather seen me
down the mines my whole life,

get a black lung, like my old man.

You never would have worked
that hard.

You are a miserable son of a bitch,
Raylan.

I'm glad your mama didn't live
to see how you turned out.

- You best keep her out of this.
- I ain't wearing no goddamn wire!

Fine.

Go.

Go on.

Go on! Get!

You see if Bo's hospitality
is any better than ours.

That went well.

You care to recuse yourself
from this one?

No, maybe later,
like after breakfast.

It's gonna be a long time before anybody
gets a shot like this at Bo again.

Even without a wire,
that old man could be an asset.

If he's in as deep as he says he is,
he'll wear a wire.

No. That's enough.

I'm the chief,

this is my office,
it's my informant, and it's my call.

And that's my bottle,

and I'm not gonna let you drink
it all

just because your daddy didn't hug you
much when you were little.

Now, if you're not gonna
recuse yourself from this,

you're gonna suck it up

and you're gonna take your ass
down there to Harlan tomorrow

and convince your father
to come back in here.

And if he doesn't want to wear a wire,
then he's not gonna wear one.

You gonna take responsibility?

I take responsibility for you.

I reckon I can take responsibility
for your old man, too.

- Maybe that's them.
- It's Raylan.

I'm gonna be late. Can you hang around
for just a little longer?

I don't think I'm gonna need to.

- Why? She still there?
- She's fine.

She's right here, but she's leaving.
Hang on.

- What's going on? You all right?
- I'm sweating it out, but I'm okay.

Leaving for where?

I know what you're gonna say,
and I want to say something first.

You were right, okay?

I made up my mind.
I'm gonna stay out of Harlan.

I'm gonna go
to my friend Jody's house,

from the salon, and I'm gonna stay there
until things blow over.

Jody?

In Riverbrook.

She's okay. I'll be fine.

I need to get out of this house.

I understand.

That's my taxi, so I have to go.

You take care, you hear?

I guess you can turn around,
save the taxpayers some gas money, huh?

Winona, thank you.

I know this put you out.

I'd say you owe me, cowboy,
but I think maybe I still owe you.

Although, we could call it even.

Maybe.

I'll see you later.

All right, bye, Raylan.

You guys are...

pretty civil for divorced people.

It's kind of hard
to stay mad at Raylan.

I wouldn't know.
I'm just getting started.

Thanks for everything.

This location gives you gentlemen
easy access to two major highways

and the railroad depot in Pineville.

How close are the neighbors?

Half-mile, I believe.

Exactly what business is it
y'all said you were in, again?

Exactly what business is it of yours
what business we're in?

He's just kidding.

We manufacture wooden furniture.

The reason I asked about the neighbors
is the table saws can get pretty loud.

You know Martha,

we're gonna need to confer to see
if this is gonna meet all our needs.

Don't you want to see
the restroom facilities?

Absolutely.
That would be Johnny's department.

Johnny, check that out for us,
will you?

Did I forget to tell you to keep
your goddamn mouth shut?

I was just trying to keep that
real-estate Dyke from sniffing our shit.

Listen, Lynyrd Skynyrd, next time
I'm opening a dick-sucking business,

I'll ask for your advice.

I don't want to be here
more than a week.

Is that enough time for you
to cook the whole shipment?

I'll bring in the boiling flasks,

the measuring beakers
and the graduated cylinders.

I've got the iodine, lye,

and should have the red phosphorus
and sulfuric acid by the end of the day.

Tomorrow at the latest.

Give me what I asked for,
you'll get what you want.

I better.

What the hell you doing?

Hello, angel baby. How you been?

We're just watching some TV,
having some beers.

No shit.
Why you doing it in my house?

I was under the impression
this is Bowman's house.

Bowman's dead.

Surely, he is.

But...

Bo said that, despite Bowman's...

untimely death,

this house was still
in the Crowder family.

And since I didn't have no place
to go to watch my DVDs,

he said I could come here.

You're welcome to join us,
if you want to.

Aren't I a little old for you?

A little.

I can close my eyes.

You can put the gun away.

What is it?

Can I come in?

Everything okay?

Something wrong with Gary?

How you been since
your heart attack?

Can't complain.

But he will.

What can I do for you?

Actually, I came to see your wife.

What do you want
to talk to Helen about?

I imagine she would have told you
if it was any of your business.

Is he expecting someone?

UPS man.

He has a bad attitude.

So, what do you want
to see me about?

I need a gun.

What for?

Bo's been harassing me.

Why aren't you up in Lexington?

Turns out there's nothing
for me in Lexington.

Isn't Raylan watching your back?

He's got his eyes on other things.

Why me?

There must be any number of places
you could go to arm yourself.

You understand the Crowders.

And you always struck me as a woman
that takes things into her own hands,

and I intend to do that.

I thought maybe you came to me
'cause you were hoping I'd tell Raylan.

I wouldn't have come if I thought
you were gonna tell him,

and I'm trusting that you won't.

He thinks I'm laying low in Lexington,
and that's the way I'd like to keep it.

Look, Ava...

You've proven yourself
capable of shooting a man

an act all the women
of Harlan applauded.

Too bad no one did anything
about it before it got to that.

Be that as it may,
you really want to go up against Bo?

You won't catch him
with his mouth full of supper.

If he wanted to kill me,
I'd already be dead.

I just got to show him
I'm not scared.

And I need to clear some riffraff
off my property.

You want a hunting rifle,

a full-barreled shotgun,
or a sawed-off?

Sawed-off would be good.

When you get on the path
of righteousness, ladies and gentlemen,

the Lord will forgive you...

Amen.

And transform you.

And enlighten you.

And you will look back in awe
and wonder about the miracle

God has worked in your life.
Can I hear an "Amen"?

You will know the truth,
and the truth will make you free.

Can I get a witness here today?

I am your witness.

Come on up here, son.

Tell us how you got over.

Come on, brother!

Well, as many of you good
people may remember...

I was a hateful man, and
I was a sinful man...

Seeking my way through the darkness,

looking for salvation
in worldly things...

And evil things.

Like Saul

on the road to Damascus,

I was long gone on a sinful journey,

when the light of the lord shone upon
me on my deathbed

in a prison hospital.

brothers and sisters, I'm here to tell
you today that bullet missed my heart,

but struck my soul.

It struck it.

For I was blinded.

I was blinded.

I could no longer see ungodly truth.

For if any man

be born again in Christ

is a new creature...

Well, I am a new...

A new creature.

- I am a new creature.
- Thank you, Boyd.

Not quite finished yet, reverend.

By all means, continue.

Now, Jesus...

Entered a temple in Jerusalem.

He found moneylenders buying and selling
where they should have been a-prayin'.

He called their church
a den of thieves.

And he turned over their tables.

He cast out the robbers!

He cast them out!

He cast them out!

He cast them out!

And like Jesus... like Jesus...

Like Jesus, we must never be afraid

to strike out against
those who practice evil.

We must take the high
road of righteousness,

even if it means walking...

walking and leaving our own flesh
and blood behind.

Because there is no greater piety,

brothers and sisters...

- Than the love of God.
- Amen.

He is my one true father.

There is no other.

There is no other, preacher.

There's no other.

You probably don't remember the
first time I ever brought you here.

You were too young.

You hated it... whined all the
way through the damn thing,

Embarrassed {the hell
out of }your mother.

This place was always a building
to me... an empty Shell.

Only now do I see it as the house
of reckoning that it truly is.

As a churchgoing man,

I admire your turnaround, Boyd.

I could never walk the path,
Though I understood its virtue.

Your change has been
remarkable, son.

Having said that,

you are getting severely goddamn
close to meeting your maker.

You know, I continue to tell myself
that you are not an evil man,

'cause I believe
that, in your heart,

you can{have the ability
to } do the right thing,

But I will tell you something,
daddy,

and you mark my words

now, you bring meth into our
homes, and I will destroy it.

You think that's funny?

You know what's funny?

You destroy me or my shit,

It's the same thing
as destroying yourself.

That there's crowder gospel.
You mark them damn words, son.

Y'all can't park there.

U.S. Marshals.

Sheriff.

This here's a U.S. Marshal.

- This ain't a federal show.
- I'm just looking for someone.

He's not here.

Did I do or say
something to offend you?

You ruined a good man's life.

Meaning sheriff hunter Mosley?

Right. Good. So you know who I am.

I see a tac team preparing to enter
a building that I think my father's in.

- Your father?
- Arlo givens,

white hair, good height, 65.

- Stand behind the tape.
- Is he inside?

Just stand behind the tape!

Sheriff, I don't know what
you think I did to hunter Mosley,

but I'm sure if you heard
my side of the story,

we could have a civilized
conversation.

Right now, I just want
to know what's going on.

There's a kid inside, a young
Iraq vet they call "Lucky."

He's been at the V.A. His unit is
being redeployed to Afghanistan,

and he's not going.

And he's got a grenade.

I'm telling you, old-timer,

You really don't want to be here.

Only place in town

that serves a drink.

What you think you gonna say to me?

I wasn't planning
on saying anything.

I was just gonna drink.

If I release the spoon?

I'm gonna run like hell.

Until that time, I paid my
dues, I earned my entry.

I'm gonna have my drink.

You know how I got my nickname?

My squad was preparing for a patrol.

Right as we were
about to pull out...

I had a...

respiratory attack.

When I woke up,

they told me my entire squad
had been wiped out.

Along with the soldier
who took my place.

They sent me back to the
States for...

treatment.

Meanwhile,

my unit's taking heavy casualties.

Seemed like every other week,

I was given leave to go
to another funeral, but...

I never went.

I figured nobody wanted to talk to the
shitbag who was sitting on the sideline

while theywere getting their
asses handed to them out in the field.

Then this Afghanistan deployment comes
up, and I figure this'll be my shot...

To make it up to them for
not being with them in Iraq.

But no.

My lungs are still shit.

My second month in Vietnam,

the squad leader leads us
into an ambush.

Half the squad gets killed.

The others captured.

I dove into a bush.

Can't explain how, but
Charlie never saw me.

I could have kept fighting,
but we were overrun and outnumbered,

So I hunkered down,
held my breath, and...

watched.

Watched as

they carried away my best friend...

Tennessee boy we called "Blue."

As they passed,

Blue looked over and saw me hiding.

I wanted to look away
after we made eye contact,

I was so ashamed.

But Blue's stare held me.

Then the strangest thing happened.

Blue smiled.

Not a day goes by that
I don't see that smile.

You know what I think?

I think maybe he was smiling
because I got away,

just like I think

the name "Lucky"
was given to you because

it's a blessing...

Not a curse.

But why me?

Why do I get to live?

What do I look like,
some kind of holy man?

I can't answer that shit.

The only answer I got
is another question.

Why not you?

Hold up.

My guest.

Have that drink now?

All right.

Two kentuckys, Roy.

You serve?

My son's been fighting wars
since the day he was born.

You heard all that out there?

I did.

You know that story
was bullshit, right?

I figured.

It was a good story, though.
It worked.

Pretty good.

I'll wear the wire.

I just spent an hour next to
a nutjob

with a live grenade.

Turns out I ain't as afraid

of dying as I used to be.

- Are you crazy?
- Stay out of my way, Johnny.

- What are you doing?
- You gonna put another hand on me?

Whatever you're discussing,
finish it up.

You can go on and head on out.
You get your girls ready for work.

I'll take care of the rest.

You setting up whores now?

Why? You looking for work?

It's not my fault that your son
was a wife-beating piece of shit.

Now, if I hadn't done what I did,
he would have killed me.

And you harassing me like this,
it ain't right.

I made plenty of mistakes
in my life,

not the least of which
got to be raising my boys.

Hell, one of them turned out
to be a religious nut, and Bowman...

For whatever reasons,
Bowman had expectations

for himself that he never met.

And, unfortunately, he took
his disappointment out on you.

Now, I don't condone his actions.

Hell, I ain't even saying
he didn't deserve a lot worse

than getting shot at
his kitchen table.

What do you want?!

I want you to leave Kentucky
and never come back again.

I ain't leaving.

Well, I guess we got ourselves a
real problem, now, don't we, sugar?

Honestly, I don't think we do.

See, I killed one Crowder.

I could easily kill another.

You want to go next?

I'm coming out!

You better not be holding!

You hear that, Johnny?

Yeah, yeah, I heard it.

You want to get a few
more guys in here?

How you doing, Mr. Givens?

Shitty.

Every car I see, I think
it's following me.

I'm already paranoid, and we
haven't even done anything yet.

- You got the money?
- Here it is.

You need to initial there
at the top and sign at the bottom.

Here's the money. Just so
you know how this is gonna go down

we're gonna park in the vicinity
of Johnny Crowder's bar,

and as soon as we're in place,

we'll give you a call, let you know.

Like to go over
what you're gonna say to Bo?

I'm gonna plant my lips on his ass

and make him believe I'm for real.

Where will youtell him
you got this money from?

I'll tell him I prostituted myself
to old ladies.

If that don't work,

just tell him it's the money
you stole from Stan Perkins.

Right.

That's good.

I am surprised to see you here.

What you think I'm gonna do,
run and hide?

Strangely enough, that's exactly
what I thought you'd do.

Hestler...

You staying at least 500 feet away
from those elementary schools?

What are you doing, Arlo?

Trying to make things right, Bo.

How are you planning on doing that?

I brought some money

to make up for what I lost.

But what I really would like to do,

is go back to work for you.

I got to tell you, Arlo, you come in
here

hat in hand trying to make a deal,

I got to wonder if you
haven't already made one.

I know it's asking a lot, but...

You're gonna have to trust me, Bo.

"Asking a lot" seems to be

a bit of an understatement,
doesn't it?

If I were full of shit,
would I be giving you this?

Now, how do I know

you're not paying me
with money you stole from me?

You hear about all that oxy
that went missing a few months ago?

I took it from Stan Perkins.

These are the proceeds
from its sale.

I got to tell you, Arlo,
I'm not sure whether,

the things you can do for me are
the things I need done these days.

Come on, Bo.

We both know I'm familiar
with your operation.

Could help you in so many ways.

I think I'm gonna have
to think it over for a while.

I understand.

Why don't we meet back here
tomorrow night

after you've had some time
to think about it?

I never meant to do you wrong, Bo.

I may not be smart enough
to run things how you did,

but I didn't ever mean
to let you down

or pull something over on you.

Okay, Arlo, we'll see you
tomorrow night, then.

Tomorrow night.

By the way, Arlo,
can you do me a favor?

What?

You talk to your son...

if he has any sway
with his girlfriend,

tell him to get her the
hell out of Kentucky.

She came in here and
stood right where you're standing

right now and pointed
a shotgun at me.

That ain't good.
If I see him, I'll tell him.

What are you doing?

Sitting in the dark.

- Point that thing away from me.
- You gonna tattle to my parole officer?

You waltz into Johnny's bar
and stick this in Bo's face?

What the hell are you thinking?

You are determined to be contrary, even
if it gets you strung up from a tree.

Well, I've had it...
Enough.

I'm not gonna watch you and Boyd
and keep an eye on Arlo, too.

The hell with it!

You just wish you could keep your
eye on everything, don't you?

I just wish you'd get the hell
out of Kentucky once and for all!

So you can keep screwing your ex?

What?

I was there, Raylan.

- Wait.
- I saw her leave.

Shit.

I didn't think she was
that kind of girl.

Tell me something... so I know
exactly how cheap I should feel.

Were you screwing her all along?

You know I wasn't.

Come right down to it, I don't.

So, what are you gonna do?
Are you gonna sit in that chair

with a shotgun,

kill any man who walks
through your door?

I didn't kill you.

Fair point, considering?

I'm just a girl from the holler,
Raylan, for better or worse.

I can be myself here, you know?

And whether I die tomorrow or...

or 10 years from now...

It's gonna be here.

This is home.

What's this shit?

Wait.

Evening.

I don't suppose y'all have a jack?

Hands up!

You alone?

- Listen, I mean you no trouble.
- Then back off the road right now.

- Tire's blown.
- Key's in the ignition?

- but it ain't moving.
- Come on, man, get out of here.

Down the road!
Turn around, I'll pop you in the head!

Fire in the hole.

Now, take their I.D.s,

their phones.
Leave them a little walking money.

Do you have any idea
what you just did?

I just spared your lives.

Now, you two better run back
from where you came,

and I wouldn't stop till
I saw something familiar.

Let's go. Ndale.

You're gonna pay for that!