Justified (2010–2015): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Spoil - full transcript
Raylan must protect a cunning coal executive who is out of her element when negotiating with the powerful Bennett clan.
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CAROL: BOYD CROWDER.
CAROL JOHNSON.
I'D VERY MUCH LIKE YOU TO BE A PART
OF THE BLACK PIKE SECURITY TEAM.
BOYD: I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'RE
FAMILIAR WITH MY BACKGROUND.
CAROL: OH, BOYD, I KNOW ALL
ABOUT YOUR BACKGROUND.
IN FACT, IT'S WHAT TELLS ME
YOU'RE EXACTLY THE MAN WE NEED.
COOVER: WELL, YOU CAN ASK ME, AM I
GROWIN' REEFER, AND I WILL TELL YOU NO.
RAYLAN: COOVER, YOU THROW A
DEAD RAT AT MY CAR,
YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE A
MEAN SON OF A BITCH.
ARLO: THERE. YOU HAPPY NOW?
RAYLAN: WELL, YOU VIOLATED YOUR
TETHER RANGE COMING UP HERE, ARLO.
ARLO: BROUGHT YOU YOUR DAMN
MONEY, SO YOU CAN JUST CUT THIS
THING OFF MY LEG.
THIS FEELS QUITE A BIT SOUTH OF 20,000.
- TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.
- THE MORTGAGE IS UPSIDE DOWN.
RAYLAN: HOW MUCH YOU
NEED TO KEEP THE HOUSE?
WINONA: IS THAT GONNA BE
YOUR BIG PLAY TO WIN ME?
RAYLAN: I HAVE SAVINGS.
WINONA: HOW MUCH?
RAYLAN: $800, $900, EASY.
WINONA: JESUS.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
RAYLAN: THE THING WE'RE GONNA DO
IS PUT IT BACK IN THE VAULT AND...
WINONA: "WE"?
RAYLAN: WE'LL TAKE IT THROUGH
THE MARSHALS' ENTRANCE.
WINONA: IF THIS WHOLE THING
GOES TO HELL, PEOPLE ARE GONNA
KNOW YOU'RE INVOLVED.
RAYLAN: THAT'S RIGHT.
ART.
ART: CHARLIE HERE?
[ LOCKER DOOR BANGS ]
RAYLAN: NO.
ART: MM.
WINONA: ART.
ART: WINONA.
DICKIE: A?? DO DO DO-DO DO DO A??
EVENIN', MR. EAMES.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU BOYS.
CALL ME REGGIE.
DICKIE: REGGIE IT IS.
YOU GONNA INVITE US IN...REGGIE?
MAYBE YOU BOYS COULD
COME BACK TOMORROW.
MY BABIES ARE SLEEPING IN THERE.
COOVER: YOU KNOW WHAT?
WE AIN'T HERE TO TALK TO YOUR BABIES.
[ ANIMAL SCREECHING ]
WHAT Y'ALL GOT IN THAT BAG?
DICKIE: OOH, WHAT
IS IN THAT BAG?
THE GOOD NEWS IS, REGGIE, IF YOU
DO THE RIGHT THING,
YOU WON'T HAVE TO FIND OUT
WHAT'S IN THE BAG.
BOYD: HELLO, DICK.
DICKIE: WELL, HOW ABOUT THAT?
IF IT AIN'T MR. BOYD CROWDER HISSELF.
LA-DI-DA.
WHAT ARE YOU BOYS UP TO NOW?
HMM?
YOU GOT YOURSELF SOME
BUSINESS UP HERE, BOYD?
BOYD: OH, SAME AS YOU, I'D WAGER...
EXCEPT, OF COURSE, MINE'S LEGITIMATE.
DICKIE: I TELL YOU WHAT.
REGGIE,
WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD
AND TELL BLACK PIKE,
"NO, THANK YOU, NOT INTERESTED," AND SEND
MR. CROWDER HERE ON HIS WAY?
BOYD: MR. EAMES IS GONNA HEAR
OUT OUR OFFER,
AND THEN HE'S
GONNA MAKE HIS OWN DECISION.
LISTEN, BOYS, I'M JUST TRYING
TO DO WHAT'S BEST BY MY FAMILY.
COOVER: THAT'S WHAT
YOU SHOULD DO.
YOU SHOULD DO WHAT'S
BEST FOR YOUR FAMILY.
DICKIE: TOMORROW MORNING,
WE WILL BE BACK.
THAT'S RIGHT.
AND YOUR SIGNATURE, REGGIE,
WE WILL BE EXPECTED.
YOU BOYS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT.
DICKIE: THANK YOU SO MUCH.
COME ON, COOV.
A?? WE WILL BE BACK A??
A?? OH, WE WILL BE BACK A??
BOYD: YOU SIGN THE LAND OVER
TO BLACK PIKE,
THERE WON'T BE
ANYTHING THEY CAN DO ABOUT IT.
YEAH, NOT ANYTHING LEGAL.
BOYD: WELL, I CAN PROVIDE
PROTECTION FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY,
PROVIDED THAT YOU
AGREE TO OUR TERMS.
AND IF I DON'T?
BOYD: THOSE BOYS WILL BE BACK,
AND, CHANCES ARE,
YOU'RE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT'S
INSIDE THAT DUFFEL BAG.
I'M SURE YOU'LL MAKE
THE RIGHT DECISION.
[ BASEBALL THUDS, BAT CRACKS ]
[ BASEBALL THUDS, BAT CRACKS ]
ART: YOU'RE DROPPING
YOUR SHOULDER.
RAYLAN: NO, I AIN'T.
ART: MAYBE YOU'RE NOT.
I NEVER PLAYED ANY BASEBALL.
RAYLAN: HOW'D YOU FIND ME HERE?
ART: TRACKED YOUR PHONE.
RAYLAN: TRACKED MY PHONE?
ART: YEAH, I CALLED YOU A FEW TIMES, YOU
DIDN'T ANSWER, SO I TRACKED YOUR PHONE.
IT'S NOT LIKE LANDING
ON THE MOON.
RAYLAN: WHAT FOR?
ART: CAROL JOHNSON, THAT
SPOKESPERSON FOR THE COAL MINE.
RAYLAN: SEEMED LIKE A
BIT OF A BALL BUSTER.
ART: YOU'RE GOING DOWN TO HARLAN
TO BE HER SECURITY DETAIL.
YOU GUYS NEED TO BE
WEARING A HELMET.
ART: I'M NOT HITTING.
UH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN
THE BATTING CAGE, THEN?
RAYLAN: YEAH, I-I COULDN'T
FIND ONE THAT FIT.
WELL, THEN YOU WEAR
ONE THAT DON'T.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
SORRY ABOUT THAT.
THE THREAT ASSESSMENT IDENTIFIED JUDGE
REARDON AS THE PROBABLE TARGET.
SERIOUSLY, GUYS, READ THE SIGN...
"NO SPIKES, NO SEEDS, NO HELMET, NO HITTING."
RAYLAN: NOTHING ABOUT "NO BEATING THE
SHIT OUT OF A TEENAGER," THOUGH.
I GUESS THAT'D BE OKAY, THEN.
HEY, I'LL CALL THE COPS.
ART: KID, WE ARE THE COPS.
I GUESS YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW
TO OBEY THE LAW, THEN.
ART: PICK HER UP AT
HER HOTEL AT 8:00 A.M.
TAKE HER DOWN TO HARLAN
TO THAT TOWN MEETING.
UNLESS SHE ASKS YOU A DIRECT QUESTION,
KEEP YOUR
COAL-MINER-LOVING MOUTH SHOUT.
YOU GOT IT?
RAYLAN: I GOT IT.
ART: TIME'S UP.
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
[ SIGHS ]
HE KNOWS.
WINONA: WHAT?
RAYLAN: ART... HE KNOWS.
WINONA: WHAT DID HE SAY?
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
WHAT DID HE SAY?
HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHING.
WINONA: WELL, THEN, HOW DO YOU KNOW...
RAYLAN: I CAN JUST TELL.
HE KNOWS.
[ SHOE THUDS ]
WINONA: CAN HE PROVE IT?
RAYLAN: I SUPPOSE HE COULD POKE AROUND,
CHECK THE RECORDS, FIGURE IT OUT.
WINONA: WELL, IS HE
GONNA TURN US IN?
RAYLAN: I WOULD IF I WAS HIM.
WINONA: [ SIGHS ]
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
[ SIGHS ]
A?? ON THIS LONELY ROAD A??
A?? TRYING TO MAKE IT HOME A??
A?? DOING IT BY MY LONESOME A??
A?? PISSED OFF, WHO WANTS SOME? A??
A?? I'M FIGHTING FOR MY SOUL A??
A?? GOD GET AT YOUR BOY A??
A?? YOU TRY TO BOGARD A??
A?? FALL BACK, I GO HARD A??
A?? ON THIS LONELY ROAD A??
A?? TRYING TO MAKE IT HOME A??
A?? DOING IT BY MY LONESOME A??
A?? PISSED OFF, WHO WANTS SOME? A??
A?? I SEE THEM LONG,
HARD TIMES TO COME A??
[ SIREN WAILING ]
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
BOYD, I'M GONNA NEED TO SEE
YOUR LICENSE AND REGISTRATION.
BOYD: IS THERE A
PROBLEM HERE, NICKY?
I PULLED YOU OVER 'CAUSE
OF YOUR BUSTED TAILLIGHT.
BOYD: WHAT BUSTED TAILLIGHT?
THIS BUSTED TAILLIGHT.
BOYD: DOYLE SEND YOU
BOYS TO FIND ME?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
BUT YOU ADD TO THAT BUSTED
TAILLIGHT THE FACT THAT YOU
FAILED TO PRODUCE A VALID
LICENSE OR REGISTRATION CARD,
WELL, WE GOT OURSELVES A
BIT OF A PROBLEM HERE.
BOYD: YOU TELL DOYLE AND HIS BROTHERS, IF THEY
WANT TO TALK TO ME, THEY KNOW WHERE I AM.
BUT RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA TAKE
MY THINGS, AND I'M GONNA GO.
I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO STEP
OUT OF THIS VEHICLE, BOYD.
I AIN'T GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN.
[ RADIO TURNS ON ]
RAYLAN: CAN WE PLEASE
TURN THAT OFF?
[ VOLUME DECREASES ]
CAROL: YOU KNOW, WHEN I REQUESTED YOU, I...
RAYLAN: REQUESTED ME?
CAROL: YEAH.
WHEN I REQUESTED YOU, I WAS TOLD
YOU WERE A STUD U.S. MARSHAL.
BUT ALL YOU SEEM TO
ME IS HUNG OVER.
RAYLAN: WELL, ANYBODY TRIES
ANYTHING, I GOT BOTH HANDS FREE
WITH WHICH TO SHOOT.
CAROL: AND YOU CAN SEE THEM FROM
UNDERNEATH THE BRIM OF THAT HAT, CAN YOU?
RAYLAN: EYES ON
THE ROAD, PLEASE.
CAROL: I ALSO WAS TOLD YOU WERE BRAVE.
IS THAT TRUE?
TRYING TO BE WHATEVER'S REQUIRED.
SO, IF THIS SUSPECT OF YOURS...
RAYLAN: KIRBY JR.?
CAROL: YEAH. KIRBY JR.
RAYLAN: SAME GUY WHO CALLED IN
THE COURTHOUSE BOMB THREAT.
CAROL: THAT'S RIGHT.
IF HE... IF HE TRIES TO KILL ME, WOULD
YOU GIVE YOUR LIFE TO SAVE MINE?
RAYLAN: MISS JOHNSON, IF I'M
DEAD AND GONE TO HEAVEN,
HOW DO I KNOW I SAVED YOUR LIFE?
[ CELLPHONE BUZZING ]
CAROL: RAYLAN, WOULDN'T
HEAVEN KNOW IF YOU SAVED MY LIFE?
RAYLAN: YOU GOT ME.
CAROL: THIS IS CAROL JOHNSON.
RAYLAN: ARE YOU FAMILIAR
WITH THE HANDS-FREE LAW?
CAROL: WILL YOU JUST PIPE DOWN?
YES, I'LL ACCEPT THE CHARGES.
WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED?!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
OH, FOR THE LOVE... ALL RIGHT.
NO, NO, NO. YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR IT.
JUST NEVER MIND.
TELL ME WHEN WE GET THERE.
RAYLAN: IT SOUNDED LIKE THE KIND OF
CALL SOMEONE GETS FROM SOMEONE IN JAIL.
CAROL: VERY GOOD, MARSHAL.
RAYLAN: SO, WHO WE
GONNA BAIL OUT?
BOYD: WELL, IT OCCURS TO ME
THAT YOU WERE THERE TO GREET ME
THE LAST TIME I GOT OUT OF JAIL.
RAYLAN: WELL, I WON'T
BE THERE THE NEXT TIME.
I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT.
BOYD: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THERE'S
GONNA BE A NEXT TIME, RAYLAN?
CAROL: YOU ARREST ANOTHER OF MY
EMPLOYEES ON SOME TRUMPED-UP
BULLSHIT, WE'LL SUE
YOU FOR HARASSMENT!
YOU HEAR ME?!
RAYLAN: YOU ALL GO POKING THE BEAR,
AND IT'S HIS FAULT WHEN YOU GET BIT.
CAROL: I'M SORRY. ARE YOU TALKING BACK
THERE ABOUT SOMETHING?
RAYLAN: EXCUSE ME, MA'AM?
DOYLE: MISS JOHNSON.
CAROL: OH, YES.
DOYLE BENNETT... JUST THE
MAN I'D LIKE TO TALK TO.
DOYLE: BOYD...
YOU KEEP SOME PRETTY NOTORIOUS COMPANY.
OH, NOT NEARLY AS NOTORIOUS AS THE CORRUPT
CHIEF OF THE BENNETT POLICE DEPARTMENT.
DOYLE: WELL, IF YOU'RE REFERRING
TO THE ARREST OF MR. CROWDER,
YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT HE HAS AN EXTENSIVE
HISTORY OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR.
CAROL: AND A BUSTED TAILLIGHT IS
THE BEST YOU COULD COME UP WITH?
DOYLE: YOU SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL
ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU HIRE.
I THINK RAYLAN WOULD
AGREE WITH ME ON THAT.
RAYLAN: HUH? OH, NO.
YOU CAN, UH, GO AHEAD
AND LEAVE ME OUT OF IT.
CAROL: OH, THAT'S THE ROLE OF
THE NEW, MODERN LAWMAN...
JUST STAND BY AND WATCH
CORRUPTION GO UNCHECKED?
RAYLAN: WELL, HE'S RIGHT.
BOYD HERE IS SHADY.
OF COURSE, HE ISN'T ANY WORSE
THAN YOU, DOYLE, IS HE?
OR YOUR COMPANY'S
MOUNTAINTOP AGENDA, CAROL.
AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED,
Y'ALL DESERVE EACH OTHER.
AND WHENEVER THIS SHIT
DOES BLOW UP IN YOUR FACES,
GUESS WHAT.
I WON'T BE HERE TO CLEAN UP THE BODIES.
DOYLE: YOU ALL HAVE
A GOOD DAY, NOW.
RAYLAN: I'LL BE IN THE CAR.
CAROL: DID YOU AT LEAST GET
REGGIE EAMES' SIGNATURE?
BOYD: WELL, I GOT IT THIS
MORNING, BUT I HAD IT IN THE
TRUCK WITH ME WHEN
THEY PULLED ME OVER.
CAROL: THEN YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE
TO GO BACK OUT AND GET IT AGAIN.
BOYD: THIS WAS A WARNING.
NEXT TIME, DOYLE AND HIS BOYS WON'T
BOTHER WITH SOME BULLSHIT ARREST.
CAROL: YOU JUST KEEP DOING WHAT
YOU'RE BEING PAID TO DO.
BOYD: IF LINES MUST BE CROSSED,
MISS JOHNSON,
HOW DO I KNOW THAT YOU'RE
GONNA HAVE MY BACK?
CAROL: I JUST BAILED YOU OUT
OF JAIL, AND I'M ABOUT TO GET
YOUR CAR OUT OF HOCK.
TAKE THOSE AS GESTURES OF MY GOODWILL
TOWARDS YOUR ROLE IN OUR CAUSE.
BOYD: THAT WAS QUITE A
SPEECH YOU MADE IN THERE.
RAYLAN: WELL, THANK YOU.
I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT
WORKING ON IT.
BOYD: THAT WHOLE PART AT THE
END ABOUT YOU NOT BEING AROUND
TO CLEAN UP THE BODIES... WERE
YOU JUST BEING FIGURATIVE, OR
ARE YOU PLANNING ON LEAVING US?
RAYLAN: I CAN'T REMEMBER.
BOYD: WHAT'S THE MATTER, RAYLAN?
YOU SEEM A BIT AGITATED.
RAYLAN: DO YOU GET
ALONG WITH HER?
BOYD: MAYBE YOU'RE JUST FEELING SOME
ANXIETY ABOUT OUR CURRENT SITUATION.
RAYLAN: WHAT SITUATION
WOULD THAT BE?
BOYD: WELL, NOW, MORE THAN ONCE WE'VE FOUND
OURSELVES ON THE SAME SIDE OF A FIGHT.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
WELL, I'M ON ASSIGNMENT BY
THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT.
YOU'RE A HIRED GUN THUG
FOR A CROOKED COMPANY.
NOW, THE ONLY THING THAT WE'RE ON THE
SAME SIDE OF IS, LIKE, THIS CAR.
BOYD: WELL, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING,
RAYLAN, YOU LET ME KNOW.
RAYLAN: MISS JOHNSON,
TELL ME AGAIN.
IN YOUR HEAD, WHAT'S
ABOUT TO HAPPEN HERE?
CAROL: JUST GONNA CLEAR THE AIR,
HAVE A NICE, CALM CONVERSATION.
RAYLAN: NOTHING CLEAR ABOUT
THE AIR AROUND COAL.
DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?
CAROL: I KNOW OF THEM.
YOU?
RAYLAN: WELL, YOU COULD
SAY WE HAVE SOME HISTORY.
CAROL: IS THAT GOT A
BE A PROBLEM, MARSHAL?
RAYLAN: NO, MA'AM.
CAROL: OH. MS. BENNETT.
I DON'T BELIEVE
WE'VE FORMALLY MET.
I'M CAROL JOHNSON WITH THE
BLACK PIKE MINING COMPANY.
MAGS: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
MISS JOHNSON.
GLAD YOU'RE PRETTIER IN PERSON
THAN YOU ARE IN THE PAPERS.
I'M SURPRISED
TO SEE YOU HERE WITH HER, RAYLAN.
RAYLAN: UH, MARSHALS
SERVICE DUTY.
THERE HAVE BEEN SOME THREATS.
MAGS: OH, WELL,
THAT'S JUST AWFUL.
CAROL: PART OF THE
JOB, I SUPPOSE.
MAGS: YEAH, IT'S NOT EASY
BEING A STRONG WOMAN.
[ SNIFFLES ]
TAKE IT FROM ME.
BUT YOU JUST KEEP DOING
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT.
OH, MISS JOHNSON, THESE ARE MY BOYS...
UH, DICKIE AND COOVER.
CAROL: HELLO.
COOVER: HEY!
MAGS: [ CLEARS THROAT ]
SO, WHAT... UH, WHAT
BRINGS YOU OUT THIS WAY?
NEED SOME TRAVEL SOAP?
TOOTHBRUSH, MAYBE?
CAROL: I'M HERE
TO TALK BUSINESS.
MAGS: EVEN WITH THE
LAW WITHIN EARSHOT?
CAROL: [ CHUCKLES ]
BLACK PIKE IS ALL ABOVEBOARD.
NO NEED FOR SECRECY.
MAGS: EVERYTHING I HAVE TO SAY
ON THE MATTER YOU'LL HEAR
TONIGHT AT THAT FANCY
MEETING YOU'RE HOLDING.
CAROL: OH, WELL, I'M VERY GLAD
TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE GONNA BE COMING,
BUT [CLEARS THROAT]
I WAS HOPING TO TALK TO YOU BEFORE THEN,
SORT OUT OUR
CONFLICTING INTERESTS.
MAGS: AND BY "CONFLICTING
INTERESTS," I'M ASSUMING YOU MEAN
THAT BLACK PIKE WANTS TO RAPE
OUR HOLLERS AND I WANT TO SAVE THEM?
CAROL: NO, THAT'S
NOT WHAT I MEANT.
MAGS: I'VE ALREADY MADE IT CLEAR THAT
YOU WILL HEAR MY POSITION TONIGHT.
NICE TO MEET YOU.
CAROL: MA'AM.
COOVER: MM.
YOU WHORING FOR THE MINES NOW, TOO...
LIKE YOUR BUDDY BOYD?
RAYLAN: COOVER, YOU TOUCH ME
AGAIN, IT'S GONNA BE A PROBLEM.
COOVER: I AIN'T AFRAID
OF YOU, MARSHAL.
RAYLAN: IT'S NICE TO SEE THE WORK YOU DONE
ON YOUR BOYS' SELF-ESTEEM HAS PAID OFF.
DICKIE: COOVER, BE CAREFUL, NOW.
YOU GO BEATING ON A FEDERAL,
IT CAN TAKE YEARS FROM YOU.
[ LOLLIPOP SLAMS ]
MAGS: BOYS, LET'S GO, NOW.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
YOU HEAR ME?
COOVER, THAT'S ENOUGH.
STOP IT. STOP IT.
STOP IT!
STOP IT!
COME ON. LET'S GO.
RAYLAN: YOU AIN'T GONNA WEAR
THAT TO THE MEETING, ARE YOU?
CAROL: I JUST NEED
FIVE MORE MINUTES.
RAYLAN: I'LL COME BACK.
CAROL: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.
SO, WHAT WAS THAT
ALL ABOUT TODAY?
RAYLAN: WELL, A
LITTLE BAD BLOOD.
CAROL: BAD BLOOD? GEEZ.
WHAT, LIKE HATFIELD-AND-MCCOY
BAD BLOOD?
RAYLAN: A LITTLE BIT.
CAROL: DO TELL.
RAYLAN: WELL, I GUESS IT GOES
BACK TO DURING PROHIBITION,
THE BENNETTS WERE RUNNING MOONSHINE ACROSS
THE STATE LINE, AND AGENTS BUSTED THEM.
THEY GOT IT IN THEIR HEADS IT WAS
A GIVENS TIPPED OFF THE FEDS.
MY GREAT-UNCLE HAROLD TOOK A BULLET TO
THE CHEST, AND BACK AND FORTH IT WENT.
I GUESS FOR ME IT STARTED
AT A BASEBALL GAME.
CAROL: BASEBALL GAME?
RAYLAN: YEAH, HIGH SCHOOL.
I WAS PLAYING FOR EVARTS.
DICKIE WAS PITCHING FOR BENNETT.
I HAD ALREADY GOTTEN TWO HITS
OFF OF HIM, AND, UH...
CAROL: FINISH YOUR STORY.
RAYLAN: OH, I'M SORRY.
UH, WHERE WAS I?
CAROL: TWO HITS.
RAYLAN: YES. TWO HITS.
UM, SO, I COME UP A THIRD TIME,
AND DICKIE'S FIRST PITCH WAS
JUST LINDA RONSTADT.
[ CHUCKLING ] YOU KNOW?
JUST "BLUE BAYOU."
THE SECOND PITCH, I GOT
AHOLD OF, BUT IT WENT FOUL.
AND THE THIRD PITCH, DICKIE
PUT RIGHT INTO MY HEAD.
I HIT THE DIRT.
WHEN I LOOKED UP, THE BENCHES
HAD CLEARED, AND DICKIE WAS
PULLING HIS FOOT BACK, PUT
HIS CLEATS IN MY FACE.
AND I JUST PICKED UP THE BAT...
SWUNG IT, GOT MY THIRD HIT.
[ CELLPHONE RINGS ]
MADE HIS LEFT LEG BEND
SIDEWAYS AT THE KNEE.
CAROL: THAT ACCOUNTS
FOR THAT LIMP.
RAYLAN: GIVENS.
RACHEL: STATE POLICE JUST
FOUND A CAR REGISTERED TO KIRBY JR.
ABANDONED IN A MOTEL
PARKING LOT ALONG ROUTE 75,
50 MILES OUTSIDE OF HARLAN.
YOU HEAR ME?
RAYLAN: YEAH. NO, I HEARD YOU.
RACHEL: IF KIRBY JR.'S ON HIS WAY DOWN THERE
AND TAKING THOSE KINDS OF PRECAUTIONS,
COULD BE AFTER CAROL.
RAYLAN: THE MEETING
STARTS IN ABOUT AN HOUR.
RACHEL: DO YOU WANT US TO
SEND SOME HELP DOWN THERE?
NONE WILL GET HERE IN TIME ANYWAY.
I CAN HANDLE IT.
- WATCH YOUR BACK, OKAY?
- OKAY?
THANK YOU.
THIS, UH, THREAT
LEVEL'S BEEN ELEVATED.
YOU SHOULD RESCHEDULE
THIS MEETING.
CAROL: NO, NO. IT'LL LOOK LIKE I'M
AFRAID TO FACE THEM.
RAYLAN: WELL, PERHAPS YOUR SAFETY IS
MORE IMPORTANT THAN HOW IT LOOKS.
CAROL: WE'RE NOT CANCELING.
RAYLAN, YOU, UH, MAY BE AN IDIOT
AND YOU'RE CERTAINLY A PAIN IN MY ASS...
BUT WE'RE GOING TO THE MEETING.
RAYLAN: IT'S NOT SAFE.
CAROL: WELL, THEN, YOU'RE JUST
GONNA HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB
AND PROTECT ME, AREN'T YOU?
ARLO: NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL YOU
HOW SORRY I WAS ABOUT YOUR DADDY.
WE MAY HAVE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES
AT THE END, BUT WE MADE A LOT OF
MONEY TOGETHER OVER THE YEARS, AND HE
DIDN'T DESERVE TO GO OUT LIKE THAT.
BOYD: WELL, I
APPRECIATE THAT, SIR.
I KNOW HE REGARDED
YOU VERY HIGHLY.
HELEN: [ CHUCKLING ]
LISTEN TO THE TWO OF YOU.
I THINK I'M GETTING A CAVITY,
THIS IS ALL SO SWEET.
IS THAT WHAT YOU CAME
HERE TO TALK ABOUT, BOYD?
BOYD: NO, MA'AM.
I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'VE HEARD,
BUT I HAVE RECENTLY BEEN
EMPLOYED BY BLACK PIKE.
ARLO: HEARD THE RUMORS, SURE.
I WAS WONDERING WHAT ANGLE
YOU MIGHT BE PLAYING THERE.
BOYD: NO ANGLE, SIR.
I'M JUST TRYING TO LIVE IT CLEAN.
ARLO: AS A GUN THUG FOR
THE MINING COMPANY?
YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DADDY WOULD
HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT?
BOYD: UM, BLACK PIKE NEEDS
YOUR INDIAN
LINE PROPERTY TO SECURE ALL THE LAND AROUND
THE MOUNTAIN, AND WE ARE PREPARED TO
TO OFFER YOU A LEASE...
ARLO: YOU CAN STOP RIGHT THERE, SON.
WE'RE NOT SIGNING THAT
LAND OVER TO ANYONE.
BOYD: TECHNICALLY THE
PROPERTY IS HELEN'S NAME.
HELEN: YOU REALLY COME OVER
HERE THINKING WE'D SIGN THAT
LAND OVER TO A MINING COMPANY?
BOYD: NO, MA'AM, BUT
I GET PAID TO ASK.
ARLO: WANT A SNORT OF
BOURBON BEFORE YOU GO?
BOYD: IF I'M GONNA DELIVER BAD NEWS, I
BEST DO IT WITHOUT LIQUOR ON MY BREATH.
AM I GONNA SEE YOU BOTH
AT THE MEETING TONIGHT?
HELEN: I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE, AND YOU
CERTAINLY WON'T BE SEEING THIS ONE.
GIFT FROM MY BOY.
WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE RAYLAN GIVENS WAS HERE.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, HAVE YOU SEEN
HIM SINCE HE'S BEEN IN TOWN?
- DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS.
- ALTHOUGH I DID GET THE IMPRESSION
IT WOULDN'T BE FOR LONG.
HAS HE SAID ANYTHING TO YOU
ABOUT LEAVING KENTUCKY?
YOU SEE ANY FAST MOVES, ANYBODY REACHES
INTO A BAG OR ANYTHING, YOU LET ME KNOW.
RAYLAN: TOM.
TOM: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
HOW ARE WE LOOKING?
TOM: WE'RE LOOKING GOOD.
WE GOT SIX MEN AROUND THE ROOM, AND
WE'RE CHECKING FOR FIREARMS AT THE DOOR,
BUT SINCE THIS IS HARLAN,
IT'S KIND OF AN UPHILL BATTLE.
RAYLAN: I KNOW.
AND YOUR BOYS... THEY ALL
GOT PICTURES OF KIRBY JR.?
TOM: OH, YEAH.
IF HE SHOWS UP, THEY'LL SPOT HIM.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
BOYD: TECHNICALLY, THE PROPERTY
IS IN HELEN'S NAME,
SO YOU'D HAVE TO CONVINCE BOTH
HER AND RAYLAN'S OLD MAN.
CAROL: RAYLAN'S MOTHER PASS?
BOYD: A LONG TIME AGO.
RAYLAN: WHAT WAS
A LONG TIME AGO?
BOYD: I HEARD YOU HAD A BIT
OF TROUBLE THIS AFTERNOON,
EVIDENT BY ALL THE
BRUISES ON YOUR FACE.
RAYLAN: SO, YOU
CAN STILL SEE IT?
BOYD: UH, WHAT'S THE PLAN?
RAYLAN: THE PLAN IS THAT IF
MISS JOHNSON SEES ANYTHING THAT
SPOOKS HER, SHE GETS DOWN BEHIND
THAT PODIUM FAST AND SHE STAYS DOWN.
BOYD: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
RAYLAN: YOU, UH, IF YOU SEE ANYONE
PULL A GUN, STEP IN FRONT OF IT.
- EVENING, EVERYONE.
- EVENING.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE'RE HERE TONIGHT
TO TALK ABOUT COAL.
AND COAL IS DIRTY. ALWAYS HAS BEEN,
ALWAYS WILL BE.
BUT IT'S TILL COAL THAT PROVIDES
MORE THAN HALF
OF THE ELECTRICITY USED IN THE U.S.
MUCH OF IT COMING FROM THE HEART
OF YOUR GREAT STATE OF KENTUCKY.
MINING GIVES A GOOD LIVING AT BLACK PIPE,
JUST ASK RAYLAN GIVENS HERE.
HE USED TO BE A MINER.
NOW HE'S A DECORATED U.S. MARSHAL.
HE WAS ASSIGNED BY THE JUDGE
TO WATCH OVER ME TONIGHT,
KEEP ME SAFE.
I ASKED, "WHY DO I NEED PROTECTION?
WE'RE ALL FRIENDS HERE, AIN'T THAT RIGHT?"
UM, MARSHAL, IF I MAY...
NOW YOUR SALARY
AS A LAW ENFORCER OFFICER IS
IS ABOUT 1100 A WEEK.
ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
RAYLAN: BASE PAY,
STARTING OUT, ABOUT THAT.
CAROL: SAME THING AS WHAT A
MINER MAKES, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
RAYLAN: UH, WE GET OVERTIME.
AND, UH, MARSHALS GET PAID
52 WEEKS OUT OF THE YEAR.
I PUT IN 15 YEARS.
THAT'S... WHAT?... AROUND 800
WEEKS OF PAY WITHOUT A MISS.
AND IF I HAVE TO TAKE A DAY OFF...
IF, FOR EXAMPLE, I HAVE A
FEROCIOUS HANGOVER...
[ LAUGHTER ]
COOVER: OR GOT YOUR ASS WHOPPED.
DICKIE: HO HO!
RAYLAN: OR THAT.
IF I TAKE A SICK DAY,
I DON'T GET FIRED.
I GET PAID.
[ APPLAUSE ]
BOYD: WELL, NOW,
HOLD ON A SECOND!
THERE'S TWO SIDES...
TWO SIDES...
TO EVERY COIN, SO LET'S...
LET'S HEAR THE OTHER SIDE.
NOW, I GREW UP IN A MINE,
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WITH
THE MARSHAL, IN FACT, AND
YOU ALL KNOW ME.
YOU KNOW MY BACKGROUND.
YOU KNOW MY HISTORY.
IT'S NOT EASY FOR A MAN LIKE
ME TO COME BY HONEST WORK.
BUT THIS WOMAN, CAROL JOHNSON, AND BLACK
PIKE... THEY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE.
NOW, I BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE TO
STIMULATE THIS ECONOMY,
MAKE IT FERTILE IN INFERTILE TIMES, AND
WHAT WE NEED RIGHT NOW IS JOBS!
I BELIEVE BLACK PIKE IS HERE
TO HELP... IF WE LET THEM.
I BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE TO HELP.
[ APPLAUSE ]
CAROL: NOW, I COME INTO THIS COUNTY AND
LOOK AROUND, AND I SEE EMPTY BUSINESSES.
I SEE HOUSES IN SHAMBLES.
I SEE FAMILIES STRUGGLING
TO MAKE ENDS MEET.
WE CAN BRING PROSPERITY
BACK TO THIS LAND.
GOD PUT COAL IN THESE HILLS
FOR JUST THAT PURPOSE.
I BELIEVE THAT DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART,
AND I THINK... I THINK YOU ALL DO, TOO.
[ APPLAUSE ]
[ APPLAUSE STOPS,
PERSON CLAPPING ]
MAGS: APPARENTLY, BLACK PIKE IS HERE
TO HELP US REALIZE GOD'S GREAT PLAN.
AND ALL THEY'RE ASKING US
TO LET THEM DO,
IS CUT THE TOP OFF OUR MOUNTAIN.
DICKIE: WHOP.
MAGS: WELL, MY PEOPLE
PIONEERED THIS VALLEY WHEN
GEORGE WASHINGTON WAS PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES.
AND AS LONG AS WE'VE BEEN HERE,
THE STORY'S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME...
THE BIG-MONEY MEN COME
IN, TAKE THE TIMBER AND THE COAL
AND THE STRENGTH OF OUR PEOPLE.
AND WHAT DO THEY LEAVE BEHIND?
POUNDMENTS FULL OF POISON SLURRY
AND VALLEYS FULL OF TOXIC TRASH!
DICKIE: YEAH!
MAGS: YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN 500
MILLION GALLONS OF SLURRY BREAKS LOOSE?
THE GATES OF HELL OPEN.
CAROL: THOSE POUNDMENTS ARE BUILT
STRONG TO KEEP THE SLURRY BACK.
MAGS: THE GATES OF HELL OPEN,
AND ALL THAT WASTE ROLLS DOWN
THROUGH THE HOLLERS AND POISONS
THE WATER AND THE LAND
AND EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES!
MINING COMPANY HAS A...
HAS A WORD FOR THOSE LEAVINGS...
DOESN'T IT?
"THE SPOIL."
"THE SPOIL"!
AND THAT IS WHAT OUR LIVES WILL
BE IF BLACK PIKE HAS THEIR WAY
WITH OUR MOUNTAIN.
CAROL: WITH ALL DUE RESPECT,
MRS. BENNETT, BLACK PIKE
WILL REPLACE THE MOUNTAINTOPS AND
LEAVE MONEY... A LOT OF MONEY...
IN THE POCKETS OF THE WORKING PEOPLE
OF BENNETT AND HARLAN COUNTIES.
MAGS: IS THAT A FACT?
CAROL: YES, MA'AM,
THAT IS A FACT.
MAGS: WELL, THAT'S SOMETHING TO CONSIDER...
'CAUSE IT AIN'T AN EASY LIFE HERE.
NO, MA'AM.
TO AN OUTSIDER, IT'S PROBABLY
HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY WE'RE ALL
NOT JUST LINING UP AND
SAYING, "WHERE DO WE SIGN?"
BUT WE GOT OUR OWN KIND OF FOOD,
OUR OWN MUSIC...OUR OWN LIQUOR.
YEAH!
WHOO!
MAGS: WE GOT OUR OWN WAY OF
COURTING AND RAISING CHILDREN
AND OUR OWN WAY OF
LIVING AND DYING.
AND TO PROTECT ALL THAT, WE HAVE
GOT TO SAY "NO, THANK YOU" TO
MISS CAROL JOHNSON HERE
AND BLACK PIKE MINING.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
WHICH IS WHY I WILL PUT UP MY OWN MONEY
TO STOP THE LANDOWNERS FROM SELLING
THEIR RIGHTS AWAY TO THE MINING COMPANY.
NOW, JUST YESTERDAY, REGGIE
HERE... HELLO, REGGIE...
REGGIE HERE TURNED ME DOWN.
SOLD OUT TO BLACK PIKE INSTEAD.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, REGGIE.
I UNDERSTAND WHAT KIND OF
PRESSURE YOU WERE UNDER.
BUT SOMETIMES WE NEED TO STOP AND REMEMBER
JUST WHAT IT IS WE'VE GOT TO LOSE...
WHICH IS WHY I'M INVITING YOU
ALL UP OUR WAY TOMORROW
FOR A BIG, OL' WHOOP-DE-DO!
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
WHOOP-DE-DO!
EVERYBODY, COME...
EVEN YOU, REGGIE... [ LAUGHTER ]
...AND ESPECIALLY
YOU, MISS JOHNSON.
[ CROWD MURMURING ]
I WANT YOU ALL TO SEE JUST WHAT IT
IS WE ARE FIGHTING FOR DOWN HERE.
[SHOTS FIRED]
RAYLAN: GIVE ME THAT.
CAROL: WHAT'S THAT?
RAYLAN: A FIRECRACKER.
CAROL: A FIRECRACKER?
RAYLAN: MM-HMM.
CAROL: THAT'S OUR GUNSHOT?
RAYLAN: IT APPEARS SO.
CAROL: [ CHUCKLING ]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
RAYLAN: I WAS JUST THINKING.
IT EXPLODED AT A...
A PRETTY IDEAL TIME FOR YOU.
CAROL: YOU THINK I HAD
SOMEONE SET THAT OFF?
RAYLAN: BEFORE THE MEETING
GOT TOO OUT OF HAND.
MIGHT HAVE EVEN GAINED A
LITTLE SYMPATHY FOR YOUR SIDE.
CAROL: ANY SYMPATHY I HAD STARTED TO
SLIP AWAY WHEN YOU SAID YOUR PIECE.
RAYLAN: MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU,
NOT YOUR COMPANY'S AGENDA.
CAROL: WELL, I ADMIT IT WAS A
WELL-TIMED PRANK, BUT I DIDN'T
HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.
HELL, MY HEART'S STILL POUNDING.
WANT TO FEEL?
RAYLAN: YOU'VE HAD
ENOUGH FUN FOR TODAY.
[ VEHICLE APPROACHES ]
[ ENGINE SHUTS OFF ]
[ VEHICLE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
BOYD: AVA, YOU HERE?
COOVER: GET HIM! GET HIM!
DICKIE: NOW, IT'S
JUST BUSINESS, BOYD.
IT'S GOT A LITTLE WARNING FOR YOU HERE.
COOVER: YOU GOT TO GO TO ANOTHER HOUSE,
YOU GOT TO STAND UP IN THAT MEETING!
YOU'RE STUPID!
OHH!
AVA: BACK OFF!
GIRL, YOU AIN'T SHOOTING NOBODY.
WHAT THE HELL?
COOVER: NO! NO!
YOU KILLED CHARLIE!
AVA: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
MAKE ME ASK AGAIN!
OUT!
GO ON!
COOVER: YOU SHOULD
HAVE KILLED ME, GIRL.
DICKIE: COME ON, COOV.
COME ON. IT'S OKAY.
COOVER: CHARLIE!
DICKIE...
DICKIE: COME ON.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
AVA: OH, MY GOD.
BOYD: [ SIGHS ]
AVA: JESUS.
BOYD: [ SIGHS ]
RAYLAN: I'M DIVORCED.
CAROL: YOU LEFT HER?
RAYLAN: SHE LEFT ME.
CAROL: WHY? YOU FOOL AROUND?
RAYLAN: NOT ONCE IN SIX YEARS.
I WENT TO MIAMI.
SHE LEFT ME FOR A REALTOR.
CAROL: THAT'S A SAD STORY.
SO, IS THE MARSHALS SERVICE
GONNA REIMBURSE ME FOR THE
DECIMATION OF MY MINIBAR?
RAYLAN: IT'S THE LEAST BLACK
PIKE CAN DO,
AFTER I SAVED YOU FROM THAT FIRECRACKER.
CAROL: [ CHUCKLES ]
ARE YOU GONNA SLEEP IN
THAT CHAIR TONIGHT?
RAYLAN: I FIGURE IF I DRINK ENOUGH,
I CAN SLEEP JUST ABOUT ANYWHERE.
CAROL: I HAVE A BIG BED.
I'M HAPPY TO SHARE IT.
RAYLAN: YES.
I APPRECIATE THE OFFER, BUT, UH...
CAROL: OH, BUT YOU... YOU MIGHT GET
IN TROUBLE WITH THE MARSHALS SERVICE.
RAYLAN: I BELIEVE I'M ALREADY IN
TROUBLE WITH THE MARSHALS SERVICE.
CAROL: I HAVE NEVER
BEEN MARRIED.
I PROBABLY NEVER WILL.
RAYLAN: AND YOUR DAD WAS A MINER, AND
NOW YOU WORK FOR THE COAL COMPANY.
CAROL: MY DADDY DIED.
I WAS AT COLUMBIA.
I SWITCHED MY MAJOR FROM ENGLISH
LITERATURE TO MINERAL AND MINING
ENGINEERING, AND THEN I WENT
ON TO WORK FOR THE COMPANY.
RAYLAN: AND YOU SAVED
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR DOG.
CAROL: I HAVE A CAT.
THAT'S WHAT I CALL HIM... "CAT."
I SAY, "COME HERE, CAT."
I PET HIM, BUT HE NEVER PURRS.
RAYLAN: YEAH, WELL...
CAROL: ALL RIGHT,
WELL, YOU BETTER GET SOME SLEEP.
WE HAVE AN EARLY MORNING.
- OKAY. - WE GOTTA MAKE
ONE MORE STOP ON OUR WAY TO MAGS.
RAYLAN: YEAH?
WHERE WOULD THAT BE?
CAROL: YOUR AUNT HELEN'S.
AVA: JUST HOLD STILL.
BOYD: OH, I'M AWFUL SORRY, AVA.
AVA: YOU WANT TO TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON, BOYD?
BOYD: IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS.
THE BENNETTS ARE TRYING TO SECURE
THOSE PROPERTIES,
SAME AS BLACK PIKE.
BUT BLACK PIKE OWNS THE
ENTIRE MOUNTAINTOP.
THE ONLY REASON WE'RE CHASING THOSE
PROPERTIES IS 'CAUSE THE BENNETTS ARE, TOO.
AVA: YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING
WHAT YOU'RE DOING, BOYD.
BOYD: NO.
BUT IF I CAN FIGURE OUT
WHAT THE BENNETTS ARE UP TO,
THERE MIGHT BE A WAY OUT OF THIS
THING THAT WORKS FOR US.
AVA: FOR US?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW MUCH, BUT IT SEEMS TO
ME IT ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO ONE THING.
BOYD: WHAT'S THAT?
AVA: MONEY.
CAROL: THE BIRTHPLACE OF
THE GREAT RAYLAN GIVENS.
THIS IS SO EXCITING.
RAYLAN: TRY TO CONTAIN YOURSELF.
HELEN, ARLO, THIS IS CAROL
JOHNSON OF BLACK PIKE MINING.
ARLO: FIRST BOYD, AND NOW YOU.
THE ENTIRE WORLD
GONE UPSIDE DOWN?
RAYLAN: THAT'S IT... PREACH
ETHICS WHILE SHACKLED TO A
GOVERNMENT-ISSUED ANKLE TETHER.
ARLO: WE ALREADY TOLD YOUR LACKEY
BOYD THAT WE AIN'T SELLING THAT LAND.
HELEN: NOW, YOU TWO, HUSH.
WE HAVE A GUEST, AND WE
WILL ACT ACCORDINGLY.
CAROL: IT'S ALL RIGHT, MRS. GIVENS.
I UNDERSTAND THE REACTION.
ARLO: HOPE YOU DIDN'T DO
THAT TO MY BOY'S FACE.
RAYLAN: TRY TO ACT RIGHT, ARLO.
HELEN: MY APOLOGIES, CAROL.
ARLO WILL HEAR OUT YOUR OFFER.
YOU COME INTO TOWN, YOU
DON'T SEE YOUR AUNT HELEN?
RAYLAN: WELL, I'M SEEING
YOU NOW, AIN'T I?
HELEN: ONLY 'CAUSE
OF BLACK PIKE.
RAYLAN: WELL, YEAH.
HELEN: AND WHAT'S THIS I HEAR
ABOUT YOU MAY BE LEAVING?
RAYLAN: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING...
WHERE'D YOU HEAR THAT?
HELEN: BOYD MENTIONED IT.
RAYLAN: OH, WELL, IF BOYD SAID
IT, THEN IT MUST BE TRUE.
HELEN: WELL, YOU
AIN'T DENIED IT YET.
RAYLAN: THAT'S TRUE, TOO.
HELEN: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY
YOU'RE NOT THINKING ABOUT IT?
RAYLAN: I THINK ABOUT A
LOT OF THINGS, HELEN.
HELEN: I NEVER EXPECTED YOU
TO STAY IN KENTUCKY, RAYLAN.
RAYLAN: OH?
HELEN: I WAS SURPRISED YOU EVER CAME BACK.
RAYLAN: ME TOO.
HELEN: AND TO TELL YOU
THE HONEST TRUTH, I WISH YOU HADN'T.
I LOVED YOU LIKE YOU WERE MY OWN,
EVER SINCE YOU WERE LITTLE.
YOU WERE THE REASON I SPENT AS
MUCH TIME AS I DID IN THIS HOUSE.
YOU WANT THE REST OF THAT MONEY
BEFORE YOU GO?
20,000 ARLO AND I TOOK FROM THE MARSHALS?
ALL THESE TIMES I'VE BEEN ASKING HIM FOR IT,
NOW YOU'RE JUST GONNA GIVE IT TO ME?
HELEN: ON THE CONDITION THIS CUTS
ALL TIES BETWEEN YOU AND HARLAN COUNTY,
AND I MEAN YOU LEAVE
ALL OF IT, INCLUDING THE BENNETTS.
RAYLAN: WHY ARE YOU SO
CONCERNED ABOUT THE BENNETTS?
HELEN: YOU WANT THE MONEY,
YOU LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND.
RAYLAN: SO I LEAVE HARLAN, YOU
GIVE ME A BAGFUL OF MONEY?
ACTUALLY, I KIND
OF LIKE THAT DEAL.
[ GUNSHOTS ]
GET DOWN!
[ GUNSHOTS CONTINUE ]
[ GUNSHOTS STOP ]
ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?
ARLO: YEAH.
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY IN THE HOUSE...
RIGHT NOW!
[ GUNFIRE ]
GO.
ARLO: AAAHH!
AAAHH!
[ GUNFIRE CONTINUES ]
[ GUNFIRE CONTINUES ]
HELEN: WHO'S SHOOTING AT US?
ARLO: I DON'T KNOW!
YOU GODDAMN...
THAT SON OF A... THAT...
[ GUNSHOT ]
RAYLAN: CALL 911.
HELEN: THAT PHONE HASN'T
WORKED FOR MONTHS.
YOU'D KNOW THAT IF
YOU EVER CALLED.
CAROL: I HAVE NO SERVICE.
RAYLAN: YEAH, I KNOW.
HOLD STILL, HUH?
ARLO: GET AWAY FROM
ME WITH THAT KNIFE!
RAYLAN: HOW LONG DOES IT
USUALLY TAKE THEM TO GET HERE?
ARLO: OH, 10 MINUTES, AT LEAST...
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG!
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY JUST KEEP
THEIR HEADS DOWN.
STAY AWAY FROM ANY
DOORS AND WINDOWS.
AND IF ANYONE COMES THROUGH THAT DOOR,
YOU SHOOT 'EM... [ RIFLE COCKS ]
...UNLESS IT'S ME.
[ GUNSHOTS ]
OH!
OH! OHH!
OH, MY GOD!
RAYLAN: HEY! HEY!
WHO'S WITH YOU?
I'M ALONE!
RAYLAN: LOOK AT ME.
WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?
KIRBY JR.... WHERE IS HE?
THOSE BASTARDS!
THEY KILLED MY FATHER!
RAYLAN: LOOK AT ME.
WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?
RIGHT NOW... YOU TELL ME
WHERE YOUR BROTHER IS, HUH?
I THINK YOU BROKE MY ARM!
AAH!
RAYLAN: HEY! OFFICER!
U.S. MARSHAL.
I GOT A SHOOTER IN CUSTODY.
YOUR RADIO GET
OUTSIDE THIS HOLLER?
YES, SIR.
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
I NEED YOU TO GET AHOLD OF
THE MARSHALS IN LEXINGTON.
TELL THEM JUDGE REARDON
IS NOT TO LEAVE HIS HOME.
A SHOOTER OUTSIDE
WAITING FOR HIM.
JUDGE REARDON... GOT IT.
RAYLAN: OH, HEY, UH, YOU GET
ME SOME PARAMEDICS, HUH?
AVA: BOYD.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
BOYD: I FIGURED IT OUT.
I KNOW WHAT MAGS IS UP TO.
AVA: AND WHAT WOULD
THAT BE, EXACTLY?
BOYD: I'M GONNA NEED
YOU TO PUT ON A DRESS.
AVA: WHAT? WHY?
BOYD: 'CAUSE WE'RE GOING
TO THE BENNETTS' PARTY.
SOMETHING PRETTY.
AVA: [ CHUCKLES ]
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
WELL, THEY GOT KIRBY JR.
HE WAS OUTSIDE THE
JUDGE'S RESIDENCE.
CAROL: SO, IT'S OVER?
RAYLAN: NOT TILL I GET U
OUT OF COAL COUNTRY ALIVE.
YOU THINK THE PEENER CLAN'S THE ONLY
ONES WISHING YOU HARM DOWN HERE?
CAROL: NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
RAYLAN: NO.
I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STILL INTEND
ON GOING TO MAGS' PARTY, DO YOU?
CAROL: YEAH.
RAYLAN: WHY WE GOT TO WALK
INTO THAT LION'S DEN?
CAROL: I GOT A JOB TO DO,
AND SO DO YOU.
RAYLAN: GIVE ME A MINUTE.
HOW WE DOING IN HERE?
ARLO: I GOT A HOLE IN MY LEG!
HOW THE HELL DO YOU
THINK I'M DOING?!
HE'S GONNA BE FINE.
WE JUST NEED TO TAKE HIM IN
AND MAKE SURE WE HAVEN'T MISSED ANYTHING.
YEAH, NOW RUN BACK TO YOUR MARSHAL
SERVICE BUDDIES, HAVE THEM BRING ME OUT
A NEW TETHER!
RAYLAN: JUST LIKE THAT, HUH?
HELEN: JUST LIKE THAT.
SO, WHAT NOW?
YOU HEAD BACK UP TO LEXINGTON?
RAYLAN: SOON.
THERE'S SOMETHING I
GOT TO DO FIRST.
HELEN: WHAT'S THAT?
RAYLAN: GOING TO MAGS' PARTY.
HELEN: RAYLAN!
THE WHOLE REASON I GAVE YOU THAT
MONEY IS YOU AGREED TO STAY AWAY
FROM THE BENNETTS!
RAYLAN: I LIED.
CAROL: BOYD CROWDER.
CAROL JOHNSON.
I'D VERY MUCH LIKE YOU TO BE A PART
OF THE BLACK PIKE SECURITY TEAM.
BOYD: I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'RE
FAMILIAR WITH MY BACKGROUND.
CAROL: OH, BOYD, I KNOW ALL
ABOUT YOUR BACKGROUND.
IN FACT, IT'S WHAT TELLS ME
YOU'RE EXACTLY THE MAN WE NEED.
COOVER: WELL, YOU CAN ASK ME, AM I
GROWIN' REEFER, AND I WILL TELL YOU NO.
RAYLAN: COOVER, YOU THROW A
DEAD RAT AT MY CAR,
YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE A
MEAN SON OF A BITCH.
ARLO: THERE. YOU HAPPY NOW?
RAYLAN: WELL, YOU VIOLATED YOUR
TETHER RANGE COMING UP HERE, ARLO.
ARLO: BROUGHT YOU YOUR DAMN
MONEY, SO YOU CAN JUST CUT THIS
THING OFF MY LEG.
THIS FEELS QUITE A BIT SOUTH OF 20,000.
- TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.
- THE MORTGAGE IS UPSIDE DOWN.
RAYLAN: HOW MUCH YOU
NEED TO KEEP THE HOUSE?
WINONA: IS THAT GONNA BE
YOUR BIG PLAY TO WIN ME?
RAYLAN: I HAVE SAVINGS.
WINONA: HOW MUCH?
RAYLAN: $800, $900, EASY.
WINONA: JESUS.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
RAYLAN: THE THING WE'RE GONNA DO
IS PUT IT BACK IN THE VAULT AND...
WINONA: "WE"?
RAYLAN: WE'LL TAKE IT THROUGH
THE MARSHALS' ENTRANCE.
WINONA: IF THIS WHOLE THING
GOES TO HELL, PEOPLE ARE GONNA
KNOW YOU'RE INVOLVED.
RAYLAN: THAT'S RIGHT.
ART.
ART: CHARLIE HERE?
[ LOCKER DOOR BANGS ]
RAYLAN: NO.
ART: MM.
WINONA: ART.
ART: WINONA.
DICKIE: A?? DO DO DO-DO DO DO A??
EVENIN', MR. EAMES.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU BOYS.
CALL ME REGGIE.
DICKIE: REGGIE IT IS.
YOU GONNA INVITE US IN...REGGIE?
MAYBE YOU BOYS COULD
COME BACK TOMORROW.
MY BABIES ARE SLEEPING IN THERE.
COOVER: YOU KNOW WHAT?
WE AIN'T HERE TO TALK TO YOUR BABIES.
[ ANIMAL SCREECHING ]
WHAT Y'ALL GOT IN THAT BAG?
DICKIE: OOH, WHAT
IS IN THAT BAG?
THE GOOD NEWS IS, REGGIE, IF YOU
DO THE RIGHT THING,
YOU WON'T HAVE TO FIND OUT
WHAT'S IN THE BAG.
BOYD: HELLO, DICK.
DICKIE: WELL, HOW ABOUT THAT?
IF IT AIN'T MR. BOYD CROWDER HISSELF.
LA-DI-DA.
WHAT ARE YOU BOYS UP TO NOW?
HMM?
YOU GOT YOURSELF SOME
BUSINESS UP HERE, BOYD?
BOYD: OH, SAME AS YOU, I'D WAGER...
EXCEPT, OF COURSE, MINE'S LEGITIMATE.
DICKIE: I TELL YOU WHAT.
REGGIE,
WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD
AND TELL BLACK PIKE,
"NO, THANK YOU, NOT INTERESTED," AND SEND
MR. CROWDER HERE ON HIS WAY?
BOYD: MR. EAMES IS GONNA HEAR
OUT OUR OFFER,
AND THEN HE'S
GONNA MAKE HIS OWN DECISION.
LISTEN, BOYS, I'M JUST TRYING
TO DO WHAT'S BEST BY MY FAMILY.
COOVER: THAT'S WHAT
YOU SHOULD DO.
YOU SHOULD DO WHAT'S
BEST FOR YOUR FAMILY.
DICKIE: TOMORROW MORNING,
WE WILL BE BACK.
THAT'S RIGHT.
AND YOUR SIGNATURE, REGGIE,
WE WILL BE EXPECTED.
YOU BOYS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT.
DICKIE: THANK YOU SO MUCH.
COME ON, COOV.
A?? WE WILL BE BACK A??
A?? OH, WE WILL BE BACK A??
BOYD: YOU SIGN THE LAND OVER
TO BLACK PIKE,
THERE WON'T BE
ANYTHING THEY CAN DO ABOUT IT.
YEAH, NOT ANYTHING LEGAL.
BOYD: WELL, I CAN PROVIDE
PROTECTION FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY,
PROVIDED THAT YOU
AGREE TO OUR TERMS.
AND IF I DON'T?
BOYD: THOSE BOYS WILL BE BACK,
AND, CHANCES ARE,
YOU'RE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT'S
INSIDE THAT DUFFEL BAG.
I'M SURE YOU'LL MAKE
THE RIGHT DECISION.
[ BASEBALL THUDS, BAT CRACKS ]
[ BASEBALL THUDS, BAT CRACKS ]
ART: YOU'RE DROPPING
YOUR SHOULDER.
RAYLAN: NO, I AIN'T.
ART: MAYBE YOU'RE NOT.
I NEVER PLAYED ANY BASEBALL.
RAYLAN: HOW'D YOU FIND ME HERE?
ART: TRACKED YOUR PHONE.
RAYLAN: TRACKED MY PHONE?
ART: YEAH, I CALLED YOU A FEW TIMES, YOU
DIDN'T ANSWER, SO I TRACKED YOUR PHONE.
IT'S NOT LIKE LANDING
ON THE MOON.
RAYLAN: WHAT FOR?
ART: CAROL JOHNSON, THAT
SPOKESPERSON FOR THE COAL MINE.
RAYLAN: SEEMED LIKE A
BIT OF A BALL BUSTER.
ART: YOU'RE GOING DOWN TO HARLAN
TO BE HER SECURITY DETAIL.
YOU GUYS NEED TO BE
WEARING A HELMET.
ART: I'M NOT HITTING.
UH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN
THE BATTING CAGE, THEN?
RAYLAN: YEAH, I-I COULDN'T
FIND ONE THAT FIT.
WELL, THEN YOU WEAR
ONE THAT DON'T.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
SORRY ABOUT THAT.
THE THREAT ASSESSMENT IDENTIFIED JUDGE
REARDON AS THE PROBABLE TARGET.
SERIOUSLY, GUYS, READ THE SIGN...
"NO SPIKES, NO SEEDS, NO HELMET, NO HITTING."
RAYLAN: NOTHING ABOUT "NO BEATING THE
SHIT OUT OF A TEENAGER," THOUGH.
I GUESS THAT'D BE OKAY, THEN.
HEY, I'LL CALL THE COPS.
ART: KID, WE ARE THE COPS.
I GUESS YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW
TO OBEY THE LAW, THEN.
ART: PICK HER UP AT
HER HOTEL AT 8:00 A.M.
TAKE HER DOWN TO HARLAN
TO THAT TOWN MEETING.
UNLESS SHE ASKS YOU A DIRECT QUESTION,
KEEP YOUR
COAL-MINER-LOVING MOUTH SHOUT.
YOU GOT IT?
RAYLAN: I GOT IT.
ART: TIME'S UP.
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
[ SIGHS ]
HE KNOWS.
WINONA: WHAT?
RAYLAN: ART... HE KNOWS.
WINONA: WHAT DID HE SAY?
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
WHAT DID HE SAY?
HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHING.
WINONA: WELL, THEN, HOW DO YOU KNOW...
RAYLAN: I CAN JUST TELL.
HE KNOWS.
[ SHOE THUDS ]
WINONA: CAN HE PROVE IT?
RAYLAN: I SUPPOSE HE COULD POKE AROUND,
CHECK THE RECORDS, FIGURE IT OUT.
WINONA: WELL, IS HE
GONNA TURN US IN?
RAYLAN: I WOULD IF I WAS HIM.
WINONA: [ SIGHS ]
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
[ SIGHS ]
A?? ON THIS LONELY ROAD A??
A?? TRYING TO MAKE IT HOME A??
A?? DOING IT BY MY LONESOME A??
A?? PISSED OFF, WHO WANTS SOME? A??
A?? I'M FIGHTING FOR MY SOUL A??
A?? GOD GET AT YOUR BOY A??
A?? YOU TRY TO BOGARD A??
A?? FALL BACK, I GO HARD A??
A?? ON THIS LONELY ROAD A??
A?? TRYING TO MAKE IT HOME A??
A?? DOING IT BY MY LONESOME A??
A?? PISSED OFF, WHO WANTS SOME? A??
A?? I SEE THEM LONG,
HARD TIMES TO COME A??
[ SIREN WAILING ]
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
BOYD, I'M GONNA NEED TO SEE
YOUR LICENSE AND REGISTRATION.
BOYD: IS THERE A
PROBLEM HERE, NICKY?
I PULLED YOU OVER 'CAUSE
OF YOUR BUSTED TAILLIGHT.
BOYD: WHAT BUSTED TAILLIGHT?
THIS BUSTED TAILLIGHT.
BOYD: DOYLE SEND YOU
BOYS TO FIND ME?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
BUT YOU ADD TO THAT BUSTED
TAILLIGHT THE FACT THAT YOU
FAILED TO PRODUCE A VALID
LICENSE OR REGISTRATION CARD,
WELL, WE GOT OURSELVES A
BIT OF A PROBLEM HERE.
BOYD: YOU TELL DOYLE AND HIS BROTHERS, IF THEY
WANT TO TALK TO ME, THEY KNOW WHERE I AM.
BUT RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA TAKE
MY THINGS, AND I'M GONNA GO.
I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO STEP
OUT OF THIS VEHICLE, BOYD.
I AIN'T GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN.
[ RADIO TURNS ON ]
RAYLAN: CAN WE PLEASE
TURN THAT OFF?
[ VOLUME DECREASES ]
CAROL: YOU KNOW, WHEN I REQUESTED YOU, I...
RAYLAN: REQUESTED ME?
CAROL: YEAH.
WHEN I REQUESTED YOU, I WAS TOLD
YOU WERE A STUD U.S. MARSHAL.
BUT ALL YOU SEEM TO
ME IS HUNG OVER.
RAYLAN: WELL, ANYBODY TRIES
ANYTHING, I GOT BOTH HANDS FREE
WITH WHICH TO SHOOT.
CAROL: AND YOU CAN SEE THEM FROM
UNDERNEATH THE BRIM OF THAT HAT, CAN YOU?
RAYLAN: EYES ON
THE ROAD, PLEASE.
CAROL: I ALSO WAS TOLD YOU WERE BRAVE.
IS THAT TRUE?
TRYING TO BE WHATEVER'S REQUIRED.
SO, IF THIS SUSPECT OF YOURS...
RAYLAN: KIRBY JR.?
CAROL: YEAH. KIRBY JR.
RAYLAN: SAME GUY WHO CALLED IN
THE COURTHOUSE BOMB THREAT.
CAROL: THAT'S RIGHT.
IF HE... IF HE TRIES TO KILL ME, WOULD
YOU GIVE YOUR LIFE TO SAVE MINE?
RAYLAN: MISS JOHNSON, IF I'M
DEAD AND GONE TO HEAVEN,
HOW DO I KNOW I SAVED YOUR LIFE?
[ CELLPHONE BUZZING ]
CAROL: RAYLAN, WOULDN'T
HEAVEN KNOW IF YOU SAVED MY LIFE?
RAYLAN: YOU GOT ME.
CAROL: THIS IS CAROL JOHNSON.
RAYLAN: ARE YOU FAMILIAR
WITH THE HANDS-FREE LAW?
CAROL: WILL YOU JUST PIPE DOWN?
YES, I'LL ACCEPT THE CHARGES.
WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED?!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
OH, FOR THE LOVE... ALL RIGHT.
NO, NO, NO. YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR IT.
JUST NEVER MIND.
TELL ME WHEN WE GET THERE.
RAYLAN: IT SOUNDED LIKE THE KIND OF
CALL SOMEONE GETS FROM SOMEONE IN JAIL.
CAROL: VERY GOOD, MARSHAL.
RAYLAN: SO, WHO WE
GONNA BAIL OUT?
BOYD: WELL, IT OCCURS TO ME
THAT YOU WERE THERE TO GREET ME
THE LAST TIME I GOT OUT OF JAIL.
RAYLAN: WELL, I WON'T
BE THERE THE NEXT TIME.
I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT.
BOYD: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THERE'S
GONNA BE A NEXT TIME, RAYLAN?
CAROL: YOU ARREST ANOTHER OF MY
EMPLOYEES ON SOME TRUMPED-UP
BULLSHIT, WE'LL SUE
YOU FOR HARASSMENT!
YOU HEAR ME?!
RAYLAN: YOU ALL GO POKING THE BEAR,
AND IT'S HIS FAULT WHEN YOU GET BIT.
CAROL: I'M SORRY. ARE YOU TALKING BACK
THERE ABOUT SOMETHING?
RAYLAN: EXCUSE ME, MA'AM?
DOYLE: MISS JOHNSON.
CAROL: OH, YES.
DOYLE BENNETT... JUST THE
MAN I'D LIKE TO TALK TO.
DOYLE: BOYD...
YOU KEEP SOME PRETTY NOTORIOUS COMPANY.
OH, NOT NEARLY AS NOTORIOUS AS THE CORRUPT
CHIEF OF THE BENNETT POLICE DEPARTMENT.
DOYLE: WELL, IF YOU'RE REFERRING
TO THE ARREST OF MR. CROWDER,
YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT HE HAS AN EXTENSIVE
HISTORY OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR.
CAROL: AND A BUSTED TAILLIGHT IS
THE BEST YOU COULD COME UP WITH?
DOYLE: YOU SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL
ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU HIRE.
I THINK RAYLAN WOULD
AGREE WITH ME ON THAT.
RAYLAN: HUH? OH, NO.
YOU CAN, UH, GO AHEAD
AND LEAVE ME OUT OF IT.
CAROL: OH, THAT'S THE ROLE OF
THE NEW, MODERN LAWMAN...
JUST STAND BY AND WATCH
CORRUPTION GO UNCHECKED?
RAYLAN: WELL, HE'S RIGHT.
BOYD HERE IS SHADY.
OF COURSE, HE ISN'T ANY WORSE
THAN YOU, DOYLE, IS HE?
OR YOUR COMPANY'S
MOUNTAINTOP AGENDA, CAROL.
AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED,
Y'ALL DESERVE EACH OTHER.
AND WHENEVER THIS SHIT
DOES BLOW UP IN YOUR FACES,
GUESS WHAT.
I WON'T BE HERE TO CLEAN UP THE BODIES.
DOYLE: YOU ALL HAVE
A GOOD DAY, NOW.
RAYLAN: I'LL BE IN THE CAR.
CAROL: DID YOU AT LEAST GET
REGGIE EAMES' SIGNATURE?
BOYD: WELL, I GOT IT THIS
MORNING, BUT I HAD IT IN THE
TRUCK WITH ME WHEN
THEY PULLED ME OVER.
CAROL: THEN YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE
TO GO BACK OUT AND GET IT AGAIN.
BOYD: THIS WAS A WARNING.
NEXT TIME, DOYLE AND HIS BOYS WON'T
BOTHER WITH SOME BULLSHIT ARREST.
CAROL: YOU JUST KEEP DOING WHAT
YOU'RE BEING PAID TO DO.
BOYD: IF LINES MUST BE CROSSED,
MISS JOHNSON,
HOW DO I KNOW THAT YOU'RE
GONNA HAVE MY BACK?
CAROL: I JUST BAILED YOU OUT
OF JAIL, AND I'M ABOUT TO GET
YOUR CAR OUT OF HOCK.
TAKE THOSE AS GESTURES OF MY GOODWILL
TOWARDS YOUR ROLE IN OUR CAUSE.
BOYD: THAT WAS QUITE A
SPEECH YOU MADE IN THERE.
RAYLAN: WELL, THANK YOU.
I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT
WORKING ON IT.
BOYD: THAT WHOLE PART AT THE
END ABOUT YOU NOT BEING AROUND
TO CLEAN UP THE BODIES... WERE
YOU JUST BEING FIGURATIVE, OR
ARE YOU PLANNING ON LEAVING US?
RAYLAN: I CAN'T REMEMBER.
BOYD: WHAT'S THE MATTER, RAYLAN?
YOU SEEM A BIT AGITATED.
RAYLAN: DO YOU GET
ALONG WITH HER?
BOYD: MAYBE YOU'RE JUST FEELING SOME
ANXIETY ABOUT OUR CURRENT SITUATION.
RAYLAN: WHAT SITUATION
WOULD THAT BE?
BOYD: WELL, NOW, MORE THAN ONCE WE'VE FOUND
OURSELVES ON THE SAME SIDE OF A FIGHT.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
WELL, I'M ON ASSIGNMENT BY
THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT.
YOU'RE A HIRED GUN THUG
FOR A CROOKED COMPANY.
NOW, THE ONLY THING THAT WE'RE ON THE
SAME SIDE OF IS, LIKE, THIS CAR.
BOYD: WELL, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING,
RAYLAN, YOU LET ME KNOW.
RAYLAN: MISS JOHNSON,
TELL ME AGAIN.
IN YOUR HEAD, WHAT'S
ABOUT TO HAPPEN HERE?
CAROL: JUST GONNA CLEAR THE AIR,
HAVE A NICE, CALM CONVERSATION.
RAYLAN: NOTHING CLEAR ABOUT
THE AIR AROUND COAL.
DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?
CAROL: I KNOW OF THEM.
YOU?
RAYLAN: WELL, YOU COULD
SAY WE HAVE SOME HISTORY.
CAROL: IS THAT GOT A
BE A PROBLEM, MARSHAL?
RAYLAN: NO, MA'AM.
CAROL: OH. MS. BENNETT.
I DON'T BELIEVE
WE'VE FORMALLY MET.
I'M CAROL JOHNSON WITH THE
BLACK PIKE MINING COMPANY.
MAGS: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
MISS JOHNSON.
GLAD YOU'RE PRETTIER IN PERSON
THAN YOU ARE IN THE PAPERS.
I'M SURPRISED
TO SEE YOU HERE WITH HER, RAYLAN.
RAYLAN: UH, MARSHALS
SERVICE DUTY.
THERE HAVE BEEN SOME THREATS.
MAGS: OH, WELL,
THAT'S JUST AWFUL.
CAROL: PART OF THE
JOB, I SUPPOSE.
MAGS: YEAH, IT'S NOT EASY
BEING A STRONG WOMAN.
[ SNIFFLES ]
TAKE IT FROM ME.
BUT YOU JUST KEEP DOING
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT.
OH, MISS JOHNSON, THESE ARE MY BOYS...
UH, DICKIE AND COOVER.
CAROL: HELLO.
COOVER: HEY!
MAGS: [ CLEARS THROAT ]
SO, WHAT... UH, WHAT
BRINGS YOU OUT THIS WAY?
NEED SOME TRAVEL SOAP?
TOOTHBRUSH, MAYBE?
CAROL: I'M HERE
TO TALK BUSINESS.
MAGS: EVEN WITH THE
LAW WITHIN EARSHOT?
CAROL: [ CHUCKLES ]
BLACK PIKE IS ALL ABOVEBOARD.
NO NEED FOR SECRECY.
MAGS: EVERYTHING I HAVE TO SAY
ON THE MATTER YOU'LL HEAR
TONIGHT AT THAT FANCY
MEETING YOU'RE HOLDING.
CAROL: OH, WELL, I'M VERY GLAD
TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE GONNA BE COMING,
BUT [CLEARS THROAT]
I WAS HOPING TO TALK TO YOU BEFORE THEN,
SORT OUT OUR
CONFLICTING INTERESTS.
MAGS: AND BY "CONFLICTING
INTERESTS," I'M ASSUMING YOU MEAN
THAT BLACK PIKE WANTS TO RAPE
OUR HOLLERS AND I WANT TO SAVE THEM?
CAROL: NO, THAT'S
NOT WHAT I MEANT.
MAGS: I'VE ALREADY MADE IT CLEAR THAT
YOU WILL HEAR MY POSITION TONIGHT.
NICE TO MEET YOU.
CAROL: MA'AM.
COOVER: MM.
YOU WHORING FOR THE MINES NOW, TOO...
LIKE YOUR BUDDY BOYD?
RAYLAN: COOVER, YOU TOUCH ME
AGAIN, IT'S GONNA BE A PROBLEM.
COOVER: I AIN'T AFRAID
OF YOU, MARSHAL.
RAYLAN: IT'S NICE TO SEE THE WORK YOU DONE
ON YOUR BOYS' SELF-ESTEEM HAS PAID OFF.
DICKIE: COOVER, BE CAREFUL, NOW.
YOU GO BEATING ON A FEDERAL,
IT CAN TAKE YEARS FROM YOU.
[ LOLLIPOP SLAMS ]
MAGS: BOYS, LET'S GO, NOW.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
YOU HEAR ME?
COOVER, THAT'S ENOUGH.
STOP IT. STOP IT.
STOP IT!
STOP IT!
COME ON. LET'S GO.
RAYLAN: YOU AIN'T GONNA WEAR
THAT TO THE MEETING, ARE YOU?
CAROL: I JUST NEED
FIVE MORE MINUTES.
RAYLAN: I'LL COME BACK.
CAROL: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.
SO, WHAT WAS THAT
ALL ABOUT TODAY?
RAYLAN: WELL, A
LITTLE BAD BLOOD.
CAROL: BAD BLOOD? GEEZ.
WHAT, LIKE HATFIELD-AND-MCCOY
BAD BLOOD?
RAYLAN: A LITTLE BIT.
CAROL: DO TELL.
RAYLAN: WELL, I GUESS IT GOES
BACK TO DURING PROHIBITION,
THE BENNETTS WERE RUNNING MOONSHINE ACROSS
THE STATE LINE, AND AGENTS BUSTED THEM.
THEY GOT IT IN THEIR HEADS IT WAS
A GIVENS TIPPED OFF THE FEDS.
MY GREAT-UNCLE HAROLD TOOK A BULLET TO
THE CHEST, AND BACK AND FORTH IT WENT.
I GUESS FOR ME IT STARTED
AT A BASEBALL GAME.
CAROL: BASEBALL GAME?
RAYLAN: YEAH, HIGH SCHOOL.
I WAS PLAYING FOR EVARTS.
DICKIE WAS PITCHING FOR BENNETT.
I HAD ALREADY GOTTEN TWO HITS
OFF OF HIM, AND, UH...
CAROL: FINISH YOUR STORY.
RAYLAN: OH, I'M SORRY.
UH, WHERE WAS I?
CAROL: TWO HITS.
RAYLAN: YES. TWO HITS.
UM, SO, I COME UP A THIRD TIME,
AND DICKIE'S FIRST PITCH WAS
JUST LINDA RONSTADT.
[ CHUCKLING ] YOU KNOW?
JUST "BLUE BAYOU."
THE SECOND PITCH, I GOT
AHOLD OF, BUT IT WENT FOUL.
AND THE THIRD PITCH, DICKIE
PUT RIGHT INTO MY HEAD.
I HIT THE DIRT.
WHEN I LOOKED UP, THE BENCHES
HAD CLEARED, AND DICKIE WAS
PULLING HIS FOOT BACK, PUT
HIS CLEATS IN MY FACE.
AND I JUST PICKED UP THE BAT...
SWUNG IT, GOT MY THIRD HIT.
[ CELLPHONE RINGS ]
MADE HIS LEFT LEG BEND
SIDEWAYS AT THE KNEE.
CAROL: THAT ACCOUNTS
FOR THAT LIMP.
RAYLAN: GIVENS.
RACHEL: STATE POLICE JUST
FOUND A CAR REGISTERED TO KIRBY JR.
ABANDONED IN A MOTEL
PARKING LOT ALONG ROUTE 75,
50 MILES OUTSIDE OF HARLAN.
YOU HEAR ME?
RAYLAN: YEAH. NO, I HEARD YOU.
RACHEL: IF KIRBY JR.'S ON HIS WAY DOWN THERE
AND TAKING THOSE KINDS OF PRECAUTIONS,
COULD BE AFTER CAROL.
RAYLAN: THE MEETING
STARTS IN ABOUT AN HOUR.
RACHEL: DO YOU WANT US TO
SEND SOME HELP DOWN THERE?
NONE WILL GET HERE IN TIME ANYWAY.
I CAN HANDLE IT.
- WATCH YOUR BACK, OKAY?
- OKAY?
THANK YOU.
THIS, UH, THREAT
LEVEL'S BEEN ELEVATED.
YOU SHOULD RESCHEDULE
THIS MEETING.
CAROL: NO, NO. IT'LL LOOK LIKE I'M
AFRAID TO FACE THEM.
RAYLAN: WELL, PERHAPS YOUR SAFETY IS
MORE IMPORTANT THAN HOW IT LOOKS.
CAROL: WE'RE NOT CANCELING.
RAYLAN, YOU, UH, MAY BE AN IDIOT
AND YOU'RE CERTAINLY A PAIN IN MY ASS...
BUT WE'RE GOING TO THE MEETING.
RAYLAN: IT'S NOT SAFE.
CAROL: WELL, THEN, YOU'RE JUST
GONNA HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB
AND PROTECT ME, AREN'T YOU?
ARLO: NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL YOU
HOW SORRY I WAS ABOUT YOUR DADDY.
WE MAY HAVE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES
AT THE END, BUT WE MADE A LOT OF
MONEY TOGETHER OVER THE YEARS, AND HE
DIDN'T DESERVE TO GO OUT LIKE THAT.
BOYD: WELL, I
APPRECIATE THAT, SIR.
I KNOW HE REGARDED
YOU VERY HIGHLY.
HELEN: [ CHUCKLING ]
LISTEN TO THE TWO OF YOU.
I THINK I'M GETTING A CAVITY,
THIS IS ALL SO SWEET.
IS THAT WHAT YOU CAME
HERE TO TALK ABOUT, BOYD?
BOYD: NO, MA'AM.
I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'VE HEARD,
BUT I HAVE RECENTLY BEEN
EMPLOYED BY BLACK PIKE.
ARLO: HEARD THE RUMORS, SURE.
I WAS WONDERING WHAT ANGLE
YOU MIGHT BE PLAYING THERE.
BOYD: NO ANGLE, SIR.
I'M JUST TRYING TO LIVE IT CLEAN.
ARLO: AS A GUN THUG FOR
THE MINING COMPANY?
YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DADDY WOULD
HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT?
BOYD: UM, BLACK PIKE NEEDS
YOUR INDIAN
LINE PROPERTY TO SECURE ALL THE LAND AROUND
THE MOUNTAIN, AND WE ARE PREPARED TO
TO OFFER YOU A LEASE...
ARLO: YOU CAN STOP RIGHT THERE, SON.
WE'RE NOT SIGNING THAT
LAND OVER TO ANYONE.
BOYD: TECHNICALLY THE
PROPERTY IS HELEN'S NAME.
HELEN: YOU REALLY COME OVER
HERE THINKING WE'D SIGN THAT
LAND OVER TO A MINING COMPANY?
BOYD: NO, MA'AM, BUT
I GET PAID TO ASK.
ARLO: WANT A SNORT OF
BOURBON BEFORE YOU GO?
BOYD: IF I'M GONNA DELIVER BAD NEWS, I
BEST DO IT WITHOUT LIQUOR ON MY BREATH.
AM I GONNA SEE YOU BOTH
AT THE MEETING TONIGHT?
HELEN: I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE, AND YOU
CERTAINLY WON'T BE SEEING THIS ONE.
GIFT FROM MY BOY.
WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE RAYLAN GIVENS WAS HERE.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, HAVE YOU SEEN
HIM SINCE HE'S BEEN IN TOWN?
- DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS.
- ALTHOUGH I DID GET THE IMPRESSION
IT WOULDN'T BE FOR LONG.
HAS HE SAID ANYTHING TO YOU
ABOUT LEAVING KENTUCKY?
YOU SEE ANY FAST MOVES, ANYBODY REACHES
INTO A BAG OR ANYTHING, YOU LET ME KNOW.
RAYLAN: TOM.
TOM: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
HOW ARE WE LOOKING?
TOM: WE'RE LOOKING GOOD.
WE GOT SIX MEN AROUND THE ROOM, AND
WE'RE CHECKING FOR FIREARMS AT THE DOOR,
BUT SINCE THIS IS HARLAN,
IT'S KIND OF AN UPHILL BATTLE.
RAYLAN: I KNOW.
AND YOUR BOYS... THEY ALL
GOT PICTURES OF KIRBY JR.?
TOM: OH, YEAH.
IF HE SHOWS UP, THEY'LL SPOT HIM.
RAYLAN: OKAY.
BOYD: TECHNICALLY, THE PROPERTY
IS IN HELEN'S NAME,
SO YOU'D HAVE TO CONVINCE BOTH
HER AND RAYLAN'S OLD MAN.
CAROL: RAYLAN'S MOTHER PASS?
BOYD: A LONG TIME AGO.
RAYLAN: WHAT WAS
A LONG TIME AGO?
BOYD: I HEARD YOU HAD A BIT
OF TROUBLE THIS AFTERNOON,
EVIDENT BY ALL THE
BRUISES ON YOUR FACE.
RAYLAN: SO, YOU
CAN STILL SEE IT?
BOYD: UH, WHAT'S THE PLAN?
RAYLAN: THE PLAN IS THAT IF
MISS JOHNSON SEES ANYTHING THAT
SPOOKS HER, SHE GETS DOWN BEHIND
THAT PODIUM FAST AND SHE STAYS DOWN.
BOYD: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
RAYLAN: YOU, UH, IF YOU SEE ANYONE
PULL A GUN, STEP IN FRONT OF IT.
- EVENING, EVERYONE.
- EVENING.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE'RE HERE TONIGHT
TO TALK ABOUT COAL.
AND COAL IS DIRTY. ALWAYS HAS BEEN,
ALWAYS WILL BE.
BUT IT'S TILL COAL THAT PROVIDES
MORE THAN HALF
OF THE ELECTRICITY USED IN THE U.S.
MUCH OF IT COMING FROM THE HEART
OF YOUR GREAT STATE OF KENTUCKY.
MINING GIVES A GOOD LIVING AT BLACK PIPE,
JUST ASK RAYLAN GIVENS HERE.
HE USED TO BE A MINER.
NOW HE'S A DECORATED U.S. MARSHAL.
HE WAS ASSIGNED BY THE JUDGE
TO WATCH OVER ME TONIGHT,
KEEP ME SAFE.
I ASKED, "WHY DO I NEED PROTECTION?
WE'RE ALL FRIENDS HERE, AIN'T THAT RIGHT?"
UM, MARSHAL, IF I MAY...
NOW YOUR SALARY
AS A LAW ENFORCER OFFICER IS
IS ABOUT 1100 A WEEK.
ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
RAYLAN: BASE PAY,
STARTING OUT, ABOUT THAT.
CAROL: SAME THING AS WHAT A
MINER MAKES, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
RAYLAN: UH, WE GET OVERTIME.
AND, UH, MARSHALS GET PAID
52 WEEKS OUT OF THE YEAR.
I PUT IN 15 YEARS.
THAT'S... WHAT?... AROUND 800
WEEKS OF PAY WITHOUT A MISS.
AND IF I HAVE TO TAKE A DAY OFF...
IF, FOR EXAMPLE, I HAVE A
FEROCIOUS HANGOVER...
[ LAUGHTER ]
COOVER: OR GOT YOUR ASS WHOPPED.
DICKIE: HO HO!
RAYLAN: OR THAT.
IF I TAKE A SICK DAY,
I DON'T GET FIRED.
I GET PAID.
[ APPLAUSE ]
BOYD: WELL, NOW,
HOLD ON A SECOND!
THERE'S TWO SIDES...
TWO SIDES...
TO EVERY COIN, SO LET'S...
LET'S HEAR THE OTHER SIDE.
NOW, I GREW UP IN A MINE,
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WITH
THE MARSHAL, IN FACT, AND
YOU ALL KNOW ME.
YOU KNOW MY BACKGROUND.
YOU KNOW MY HISTORY.
IT'S NOT EASY FOR A MAN LIKE
ME TO COME BY HONEST WORK.
BUT THIS WOMAN, CAROL JOHNSON, AND BLACK
PIKE... THEY GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE.
NOW, I BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE TO
STIMULATE THIS ECONOMY,
MAKE IT FERTILE IN INFERTILE TIMES, AND
WHAT WE NEED RIGHT NOW IS JOBS!
I BELIEVE BLACK PIKE IS HERE
TO HELP... IF WE LET THEM.
I BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE TO HELP.
[ APPLAUSE ]
CAROL: NOW, I COME INTO THIS COUNTY AND
LOOK AROUND, AND I SEE EMPTY BUSINESSES.
I SEE HOUSES IN SHAMBLES.
I SEE FAMILIES STRUGGLING
TO MAKE ENDS MEET.
WE CAN BRING PROSPERITY
BACK TO THIS LAND.
GOD PUT COAL IN THESE HILLS
FOR JUST THAT PURPOSE.
I BELIEVE THAT DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART,
AND I THINK... I THINK YOU ALL DO, TOO.
[ APPLAUSE ]
[ APPLAUSE STOPS,
PERSON CLAPPING ]
MAGS: APPARENTLY, BLACK PIKE IS HERE
TO HELP US REALIZE GOD'S GREAT PLAN.
AND ALL THEY'RE ASKING US
TO LET THEM DO,
IS CUT THE TOP OFF OUR MOUNTAIN.
DICKIE: WHOP.
MAGS: WELL, MY PEOPLE
PIONEERED THIS VALLEY WHEN
GEORGE WASHINGTON WAS PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES.
AND AS LONG AS WE'VE BEEN HERE,
THE STORY'S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME...
THE BIG-MONEY MEN COME
IN, TAKE THE TIMBER AND THE COAL
AND THE STRENGTH OF OUR PEOPLE.
AND WHAT DO THEY LEAVE BEHIND?
POUNDMENTS FULL OF POISON SLURRY
AND VALLEYS FULL OF TOXIC TRASH!
DICKIE: YEAH!
MAGS: YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN 500
MILLION GALLONS OF SLURRY BREAKS LOOSE?
THE GATES OF HELL OPEN.
CAROL: THOSE POUNDMENTS ARE BUILT
STRONG TO KEEP THE SLURRY BACK.
MAGS: THE GATES OF HELL OPEN,
AND ALL THAT WASTE ROLLS DOWN
THROUGH THE HOLLERS AND POISONS
THE WATER AND THE LAND
AND EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES!
MINING COMPANY HAS A...
HAS A WORD FOR THOSE LEAVINGS...
DOESN'T IT?
"THE SPOIL."
"THE SPOIL"!
AND THAT IS WHAT OUR LIVES WILL
BE IF BLACK PIKE HAS THEIR WAY
WITH OUR MOUNTAIN.
CAROL: WITH ALL DUE RESPECT,
MRS. BENNETT, BLACK PIKE
WILL REPLACE THE MOUNTAINTOPS AND
LEAVE MONEY... A LOT OF MONEY...
IN THE POCKETS OF THE WORKING PEOPLE
OF BENNETT AND HARLAN COUNTIES.
MAGS: IS THAT A FACT?
CAROL: YES, MA'AM,
THAT IS A FACT.
MAGS: WELL, THAT'S SOMETHING TO CONSIDER...
'CAUSE IT AIN'T AN EASY LIFE HERE.
NO, MA'AM.
TO AN OUTSIDER, IT'S PROBABLY
HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY WE'RE ALL
NOT JUST LINING UP AND
SAYING, "WHERE DO WE SIGN?"
BUT WE GOT OUR OWN KIND OF FOOD,
OUR OWN MUSIC...OUR OWN LIQUOR.
YEAH!
WHOO!
MAGS: WE GOT OUR OWN WAY OF
COURTING AND RAISING CHILDREN
AND OUR OWN WAY OF
LIVING AND DYING.
AND TO PROTECT ALL THAT, WE HAVE
GOT TO SAY "NO, THANK YOU" TO
MISS CAROL JOHNSON HERE
AND BLACK PIKE MINING.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
WHICH IS WHY I WILL PUT UP MY OWN MONEY
TO STOP THE LANDOWNERS FROM SELLING
THEIR RIGHTS AWAY TO THE MINING COMPANY.
NOW, JUST YESTERDAY, REGGIE
HERE... HELLO, REGGIE...
REGGIE HERE TURNED ME DOWN.
SOLD OUT TO BLACK PIKE INSTEAD.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, REGGIE.
I UNDERSTAND WHAT KIND OF
PRESSURE YOU WERE UNDER.
BUT SOMETIMES WE NEED TO STOP AND REMEMBER
JUST WHAT IT IS WE'VE GOT TO LOSE...
WHICH IS WHY I'M INVITING YOU
ALL UP OUR WAY TOMORROW
FOR A BIG, OL' WHOOP-DE-DO!
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
WHOOP-DE-DO!
EVERYBODY, COME...
EVEN YOU, REGGIE... [ LAUGHTER ]
...AND ESPECIALLY
YOU, MISS JOHNSON.
[ CROWD MURMURING ]
I WANT YOU ALL TO SEE JUST WHAT IT
IS WE ARE FIGHTING FOR DOWN HERE.
[SHOTS FIRED]
RAYLAN: GIVE ME THAT.
CAROL: WHAT'S THAT?
RAYLAN: A FIRECRACKER.
CAROL: A FIRECRACKER?
RAYLAN: MM-HMM.
CAROL: THAT'S OUR GUNSHOT?
RAYLAN: IT APPEARS SO.
CAROL: [ CHUCKLING ]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
RAYLAN: I WAS JUST THINKING.
IT EXPLODED AT A...
A PRETTY IDEAL TIME FOR YOU.
CAROL: YOU THINK I HAD
SOMEONE SET THAT OFF?
RAYLAN: BEFORE THE MEETING
GOT TOO OUT OF HAND.
MIGHT HAVE EVEN GAINED A
LITTLE SYMPATHY FOR YOUR SIDE.
CAROL: ANY SYMPATHY I HAD STARTED TO
SLIP AWAY WHEN YOU SAID YOUR PIECE.
RAYLAN: MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU,
NOT YOUR COMPANY'S AGENDA.
CAROL: WELL, I ADMIT IT WAS A
WELL-TIMED PRANK, BUT I DIDN'T
HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.
HELL, MY HEART'S STILL POUNDING.
WANT TO FEEL?
RAYLAN: YOU'VE HAD
ENOUGH FUN FOR TODAY.
[ VEHICLE APPROACHES ]
[ ENGINE SHUTS OFF ]
[ VEHICLE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
BOYD: AVA, YOU HERE?
COOVER: GET HIM! GET HIM!
DICKIE: NOW, IT'S
JUST BUSINESS, BOYD.
IT'S GOT A LITTLE WARNING FOR YOU HERE.
COOVER: YOU GOT TO GO TO ANOTHER HOUSE,
YOU GOT TO STAND UP IN THAT MEETING!
YOU'RE STUPID!
OHH!
AVA: BACK OFF!
GIRL, YOU AIN'T SHOOTING NOBODY.
WHAT THE HELL?
COOVER: NO! NO!
YOU KILLED CHARLIE!
AVA: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
MAKE ME ASK AGAIN!
OUT!
GO ON!
COOVER: YOU SHOULD
HAVE KILLED ME, GIRL.
DICKIE: COME ON, COOV.
COME ON. IT'S OKAY.
COOVER: CHARLIE!
DICKIE...
DICKIE: COME ON.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
AVA: OH, MY GOD.
BOYD: [ SIGHS ]
AVA: JESUS.
BOYD: [ SIGHS ]
RAYLAN: I'M DIVORCED.
CAROL: YOU LEFT HER?
RAYLAN: SHE LEFT ME.
CAROL: WHY? YOU FOOL AROUND?
RAYLAN: NOT ONCE IN SIX YEARS.
I WENT TO MIAMI.
SHE LEFT ME FOR A REALTOR.
CAROL: THAT'S A SAD STORY.
SO, IS THE MARSHALS SERVICE
GONNA REIMBURSE ME FOR THE
DECIMATION OF MY MINIBAR?
RAYLAN: IT'S THE LEAST BLACK
PIKE CAN DO,
AFTER I SAVED YOU FROM THAT FIRECRACKER.
CAROL: [ CHUCKLES ]
ARE YOU GONNA SLEEP IN
THAT CHAIR TONIGHT?
RAYLAN: I FIGURE IF I DRINK ENOUGH,
I CAN SLEEP JUST ABOUT ANYWHERE.
CAROL: I HAVE A BIG BED.
I'M HAPPY TO SHARE IT.
RAYLAN: YES.
I APPRECIATE THE OFFER, BUT, UH...
CAROL: OH, BUT YOU... YOU MIGHT GET
IN TROUBLE WITH THE MARSHALS SERVICE.
RAYLAN: I BELIEVE I'M ALREADY IN
TROUBLE WITH THE MARSHALS SERVICE.
CAROL: I HAVE NEVER
BEEN MARRIED.
I PROBABLY NEVER WILL.
RAYLAN: AND YOUR DAD WAS A MINER, AND
NOW YOU WORK FOR THE COAL COMPANY.
CAROL: MY DADDY DIED.
I WAS AT COLUMBIA.
I SWITCHED MY MAJOR FROM ENGLISH
LITERATURE TO MINERAL AND MINING
ENGINEERING, AND THEN I WENT
ON TO WORK FOR THE COMPANY.
RAYLAN: AND YOU SAVED
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR DOG.
CAROL: I HAVE A CAT.
THAT'S WHAT I CALL HIM... "CAT."
I SAY, "COME HERE, CAT."
I PET HIM, BUT HE NEVER PURRS.
RAYLAN: YEAH, WELL...
CAROL: ALL RIGHT,
WELL, YOU BETTER GET SOME SLEEP.
WE HAVE AN EARLY MORNING.
- OKAY. - WE GOTTA MAKE
ONE MORE STOP ON OUR WAY TO MAGS.
RAYLAN: YEAH?
WHERE WOULD THAT BE?
CAROL: YOUR AUNT HELEN'S.
AVA: JUST HOLD STILL.
BOYD: OH, I'M AWFUL SORRY, AVA.
AVA: YOU WANT TO TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON, BOYD?
BOYD: IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS.
THE BENNETTS ARE TRYING TO SECURE
THOSE PROPERTIES,
SAME AS BLACK PIKE.
BUT BLACK PIKE OWNS THE
ENTIRE MOUNTAINTOP.
THE ONLY REASON WE'RE CHASING THOSE
PROPERTIES IS 'CAUSE THE BENNETTS ARE, TOO.
AVA: YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING
WHAT YOU'RE DOING, BOYD.
BOYD: NO.
BUT IF I CAN FIGURE OUT
WHAT THE BENNETTS ARE UP TO,
THERE MIGHT BE A WAY OUT OF THIS
THING THAT WORKS FOR US.
AVA: FOR US?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW MUCH, BUT IT SEEMS TO
ME IT ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO ONE THING.
BOYD: WHAT'S THAT?
AVA: MONEY.
CAROL: THE BIRTHPLACE OF
THE GREAT RAYLAN GIVENS.
THIS IS SO EXCITING.
RAYLAN: TRY TO CONTAIN YOURSELF.
HELEN, ARLO, THIS IS CAROL
JOHNSON OF BLACK PIKE MINING.
ARLO: FIRST BOYD, AND NOW YOU.
THE ENTIRE WORLD
GONE UPSIDE DOWN?
RAYLAN: THAT'S IT... PREACH
ETHICS WHILE SHACKLED TO A
GOVERNMENT-ISSUED ANKLE TETHER.
ARLO: WE ALREADY TOLD YOUR LACKEY
BOYD THAT WE AIN'T SELLING THAT LAND.
HELEN: NOW, YOU TWO, HUSH.
WE HAVE A GUEST, AND WE
WILL ACT ACCORDINGLY.
CAROL: IT'S ALL RIGHT, MRS. GIVENS.
I UNDERSTAND THE REACTION.
ARLO: HOPE YOU DIDN'T DO
THAT TO MY BOY'S FACE.
RAYLAN: TRY TO ACT RIGHT, ARLO.
HELEN: MY APOLOGIES, CAROL.
ARLO WILL HEAR OUT YOUR OFFER.
YOU COME INTO TOWN, YOU
DON'T SEE YOUR AUNT HELEN?
RAYLAN: WELL, I'M SEEING
YOU NOW, AIN'T I?
HELEN: ONLY 'CAUSE
OF BLACK PIKE.
RAYLAN: WELL, YEAH.
HELEN: AND WHAT'S THIS I HEAR
ABOUT YOU MAY BE LEAVING?
RAYLAN: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING...
WHERE'D YOU HEAR THAT?
HELEN: BOYD MENTIONED IT.
RAYLAN: OH, WELL, IF BOYD SAID
IT, THEN IT MUST BE TRUE.
HELEN: WELL, YOU
AIN'T DENIED IT YET.
RAYLAN: THAT'S TRUE, TOO.
HELEN: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY
YOU'RE NOT THINKING ABOUT IT?
RAYLAN: I THINK ABOUT A
LOT OF THINGS, HELEN.
HELEN: I NEVER EXPECTED YOU
TO STAY IN KENTUCKY, RAYLAN.
RAYLAN: OH?
HELEN: I WAS SURPRISED YOU EVER CAME BACK.
RAYLAN: ME TOO.
HELEN: AND TO TELL YOU
THE HONEST TRUTH, I WISH YOU HADN'T.
I LOVED YOU LIKE YOU WERE MY OWN,
EVER SINCE YOU WERE LITTLE.
YOU WERE THE REASON I SPENT AS
MUCH TIME AS I DID IN THIS HOUSE.
YOU WANT THE REST OF THAT MONEY
BEFORE YOU GO?
20,000 ARLO AND I TOOK FROM THE MARSHALS?
ALL THESE TIMES I'VE BEEN ASKING HIM FOR IT,
NOW YOU'RE JUST GONNA GIVE IT TO ME?
HELEN: ON THE CONDITION THIS CUTS
ALL TIES BETWEEN YOU AND HARLAN COUNTY,
AND I MEAN YOU LEAVE
ALL OF IT, INCLUDING THE BENNETTS.
RAYLAN: WHY ARE YOU SO
CONCERNED ABOUT THE BENNETTS?
HELEN: YOU WANT THE MONEY,
YOU LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND.
RAYLAN: SO I LEAVE HARLAN, YOU
GIVE ME A BAGFUL OF MONEY?
ACTUALLY, I KIND
OF LIKE THAT DEAL.
[ GUNSHOTS ]
GET DOWN!
[ GUNSHOTS CONTINUE ]
[ GUNSHOTS STOP ]
ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?
ARLO: YEAH.
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY IN THE HOUSE...
RIGHT NOW!
[ GUNFIRE ]
GO.
ARLO: AAAHH!
AAAHH!
[ GUNFIRE CONTINUES ]
[ GUNFIRE CONTINUES ]
HELEN: WHO'S SHOOTING AT US?
ARLO: I DON'T KNOW!
YOU GODDAMN...
THAT SON OF A... THAT...
[ GUNSHOT ]
RAYLAN: CALL 911.
HELEN: THAT PHONE HASN'T
WORKED FOR MONTHS.
YOU'D KNOW THAT IF
YOU EVER CALLED.
CAROL: I HAVE NO SERVICE.
RAYLAN: YEAH, I KNOW.
HOLD STILL, HUH?
ARLO: GET AWAY FROM
ME WITH THAT KNIFE!
RAYLAN: HOW LONG DOES IT
USUALLY TAKE THEM TO GET HERE?
ARLO: OH, 10 MINUTES, AT LEAST...
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG!
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY JUST KEEP
THEIR HEADS DOWN.
STAY AWAY FROM ANY
DOORS AND WINDOWS.
AND IF ANYONE COMES THROUGH THAT DOOR,
YOU SHOOT 'EM... [ RIFLE COCKS ]
...UNLESS IT'S ME.
[ GUNSHOTS ]
OH!
OH! OHH!
OH, MY GOD!
RAYLAN: HEY! HEY!
WHO'S WITH YOU?
I'M ALONE!
RAYLAN: LOOK AT ME.
WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?
KIRBY JR.... WHERE IS HE?
THOSE BASTARDS!
THEY KILLED MY FATHER!
RAYLAN: LOOK AT ME.
WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?
RIGHT NOW... YOU TELL ME
WHERE YOUR BROTHER IS, HUH?
I THINK YOU BROKE MY ARM!
AAH!
RAYLAN: HEY! OFFICER!
U.S. MARSHAL.
I GOT A SHOOTER IN CUSTODY.
YOUR RADIO GET
OUTSIDE THIS HOLLER?
YES, SIR.
RAYLAN: ALL RIGHT.
I NEED YOU TO GET AHOLD OF
THE MARSHALS IN LEXINGTON.
TELL THEM JUDGE REARDON
IS NOT TO LEAVE HIS HOME.
A SHOOTER OUTSIDE
WAITING FOR HIM.
JUDGE REARDON... GOT IT.
RAYLAN: OH, HEY, UH, YOU GET
ME SOME PARAMEDICS, HUH?
AVA: BOYD.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
BOYD: I FIGURED IT OUT.
I KNOW WHAT MAGS IS UP TO.
AVA: AND WHAT WOULD
THAT BE, EXACTLY?
BOYD: I'M GONNA NEED
YOU TO PUT ON A DRESS.
AVA: WHAT? WHY?
BOYD: 'CAUSE WE'RE GOING
TO THE BENNETTS' PARTY.
SOMETHING PRETTY.
AVA: [ CHUCKLES ]
RAYLAN: [ SIGHS ]
WELL, THEY GOT KIRBY JR.
HE WAS OUTSIDE THE
JUDGE'S RESIDENCE.
CAROL: SO, IT'S OVER?
RAYLAN: NOT TILL I GET U
OUT OF COAL COUNTRY ALIVE.
YOU THINK THE PEENER CLAN'S THE ONLY
ONES WISHING YOU HARM DOWN HERE?
CAROL: NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
RAYLAN: NO.
I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STILL INTEND
ON GOING TO MAGS' PARTY, DO YOU?
CAROL: YEAH.
RAYLAN: WHY WE GOT TO WALK
INTO THAT LION'S DEN?
CAROL: I GOT A JOB TO DO,
AND SO DO YOU.
RAYLAN: GIVE ME A MINUTE.
HOW WE DOING IN HERE?
ARLO: I GOT A HOLE IN MY LEG!
HOW THE HELL DO YOU
THINK I'M DOING?!
HE'S GONNA BE FINE.
WE JUST NEED TO TAKE HIM IN
AND MAKE SURE WE HAVEN'T MISSED ANYTHING.
YEAH, NOW RUN BACK TO YOUR MARSHAL
SERVICE BUDDIES, HAVE THEM BRING ME OUT
A NEW TETHER!
RAYLAN: JUST LIKE THAT, HUH?
HELEN: JUST LIKE THAT.
SO, WHAT NOW?
YOU HEAD BACK UP TO LEXINGTON?
RAYLAN: SOON.
THERE'S SOMETHING I
GOT TO DO FIRST.
HELEN: WHAT'S THAT?
RAYLAN: GOING TO MAGS' PARTY.
HELEN: RAYLAN!
THE WHOLE REASON I GAVE YOU THAT
MONEY IS YOU AGREED TO STAY AWAY
FROM THE BENNETTS!
RAYLAN: I LIED.