Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 1 - The Gunfighter - full transcript

The arrival of a dangerous new player in Lexington puts Raylan on a collision course with a sadistic Dixie Mafia hitman.

Previously on "Justified"...

This is not what we

discussed on the telephone.

I figure you're good
enough that no one can link the

hitters from last night to you.

Thank you.

Except, of
course, for Gary.

He seems like a bit
of a loose end.

I'd leave the country, but
that's entirely up to you.

Are we finished?

As long as you
understand that the next time



we have this conversation, there

won't be a conversation.

Devil, you want sugar?

Devil!

Hello, Ava.

Oh!

It's the top
of the 1st, Raylan.

Hey, batter, batter, batter,

batter, batter...

Cut him down.

Now, God damn it.

- Wait, Raylan!
- Come on. Listen to me.

You ain't getting to Loretta
without me, and you know it.

Boyd?



He shot Ava.

I'm gonna need
him for a little bit.

- What, are you asking me...
- Or are you telling me?

Makes you feel better,
you can tell people I asked.

I want you
to leave this alone.

I want you to leave it
to the authorities.

This is not your
problem, Raylan.

I promise
you I will be fine.

- Okay.
- Take me to work.

And go to Harlan.

But I can't promise you I'm gonna
be here when you get back.

I need you and your

boys to put your guns down.

And why
would we do that?

Maybe you don't want

to see your brother's brains fly

through the air.

Oh, oh, oh!

Guys! Cease fire!

Was I speeding?

Winona Hawkins?

Yeah.

Ma'am, this is a
courtesy stop.

Chief deputy Art mullen's been

trying to reach you.

Hi.

Hey.

How is he?

He's sleeping right now.

But he's gonna be all right.

The bullet went right through

his side, just under the ribs.

Didn't hit any vitals.

He's a lucky son of a gun.

Look, Art, I, um...

Um...

End of the hall, Winona.

First door on the left.

I even tried a cross-pull.

I don't think I've done that

since Glynco.

How'd that work for you?

Won't be doing it

again.

Did you try lefty?

So I could shoot the

side of a barn?

All right, we'll try one

more week of medical

restriction, and then I'll issue

you some hand grenades.

You're a lucky man, Raylan.

I got shot, Art.

Only thing that saved

you was all that body fat you

got going on there.

Starting to feel

uncomfortable.

Why? We're alone.

Crowder's here.

Didn't wear your suit.

Boy, you say that as if

I've only got the one and not a

whole closet full.

I'm sorry.

You didn't wear your black suit.

Well, I can see by the

hitch in your step you're still

not 100%.

Yeah.

How's Ava?

She's moving not so

different from you.

She's healing.

So was I right not
to wear my suit?

Well, we don't have a

strict dress code.

Well, it just occurred

to me that Raylan Givens invites

me up to Lexington.

Chances are I might find myself

in front of a judge before the

day is out.

Why?

Did you do something you

shouldn't have?

Well, that's a pretty

low bar, Raylan.

Nah, trooper Tom Bergen, up

there in your world, he says

within a day of Mags killing

herself, all her

marijuana-drying sheds got

cleaned out.

I wasn't aware that

marijuana interdiction fell

under the marshals' purview.

He also said that the

floorboards in the sheds had

been torn up, ceilings pulled

down, walls opened up, like

someone was looking for

something, which does fall under

the marshals' purview...

Recovering ill-gotten gains.

Mags' bank accounts have been

seized along with her property,

but there's still a sizeable

amount of money missing.

How sizeable, Raylan?

Well over $10.

Well, now, if I found

that kind of money, I'd be in

Mexico by now.

Boyd, I've been to

Mexico.

I don't think you'd like it.

How so?

There's a lot of

Mexicans.

Raylan, if a book could

only be judged by its cover,

you'd be a best seller.

Hmm.

Are we done?

Looks like.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Never a waste of time

to spend a moment with my good

friend Raylan Givens.

Tell you what. I'll ask around.

See if I can't get a line on

that money for you.

I appreciate it.

In exchange for
an apology.

I'm sorry. What?

I want you to apologize.

For the crack
about the Mexicans?

By the time I got out

of Wade Messer's house,

Dickie Bennett was tuning you up

like it was his birthday and you

were his piñata, only I don't

think there would have been

candy pouring out.

You're saying you

saved my life.

Are you saying I didn't?

I would suggest what

you're looking for is a "thank

you," not an apology.

Well, now, follow my

logic, Raylan.

I had my own plans for Dickie on
account of his shooting Ava, but

you said you needed him, so I

let you have him under the

condition that you would return

him to me once his services
had been rendered.

I'm sorry. Did you see a
creek out in the lobby?

Some pretty green trees
and cut-off mountains?

Do you think we're in the "har"?

I am a deputy U.S.
Marshall, Boyd.

You're a Givens, Raylan.

And you think I'm gonna

hand a man over to you to be murdered

like he is, what,

some pig I borrowed from you?

You gave me your word.

I got half
a mind to kick...

R-a-y-l-a-n.

Recovering from a GSW.

That stands for "gun..."

No resistance
here, officer!

There's no resistance here!

Hey, Boyd.

Should have wore the suit.

No resistance, officer!

I'll see you, Raylan!

♪ 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 ♪

Mm, mm, mm.

This is great country. Ooh!

First time, and I
already love it here.

The way the pastures roll
off into the distance.

The horses... I have never seen

such beautiful horses.

Thank you.

Thank you.

May I sit?

Please.

Two coffees.

Now, you want a little kick?

Mr. Arnett likes a little kick.

Oh, yeah, he'll have
a little kick.

No. He won't. Just black.
Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Yvette.

You can go now.

You're banging her, aren't you?

I beg your pardon?

And now you've
lost her respect.

That's hardly your concern.

Well, in a way it is.

See, she's your public face, and

she is not selling the same

story as you are.

Uh... Who's he?

Oh, Mr.
Nix is one of my brokers.

Could he sit where I could

see him?

That's good.

Now, why don't you state your

business, enjoy your coffee, and

then get the hell out?

Detroit is concerned.

Look, when you go back to

Detroit, you just tell them that

the properties that I'm holding

are poised to rebound, and when

they do, they're gonna be worth

twice what I paid for them.

Wow.

So, what do you think they're

worth right now, today?

No, I don't really have a

current assessment.

That's okay. 'Cause I do.

You picked a shitty time to get

into commercial real estate, and

now you're under water.

Detroit did not make an

investment, Emmitt.

It made a loan, which you

assured them that you would

repay as per the agreement.

250 will bring you current.

I could have that in two

weeks.

Emmitt, you read the business

pages.

Things are getting...Tough all

over.

So, if you can't have the money

here by tomorrow, I suggest you

tell me right now.

I'll have it tomorrow.

That's great.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Said you were looking for

work.

Everybody's been wondering

what happened to all that

Bennett weed.

And you get first

crack at it, courtesy of

Mr. Boyd Crowder.

Just his way of showing his

appreciation for a new business

partner.

Well, let's get to it, then.

There's more in the

tractor shed out back.

Lee! Go take a look!

A-Ron.

Get over here and help me.

Devil.

Yeah?

Ava's here.

Ava.

Devil.

Arlo throwing a party?

No, we, uh, got a

buyer for the pot.

Rodney Dunham.

"Hot rod" Dunham?

Out of Memphis?

Now, we're taking care

of this, Ava...
me, Arlo, and Johnny.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I don't see Johnny.

Well, he'll turn up.

Yeah?

You figure Boyd's locked up,

you'll just go into business for

yourself.

Ah, it ain't like

that.

Boyd allowed us how he might

sell it.

We're just acting on his behalf.

Mm.

Dunham wants a word.

Tell him to come on out.

Come on out, Dunham.

I got this, Ava.

Ooh!

Aah, that smell can really take

the wind right out of you.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Dunham, Ava Crowder.

I'm proud to know you, ma'am.

Likewise.

I've seen all I need to see.

Oh, yeah?

What's your offer?

All I got to offer is

advice... next time you want to

pull a big score like this,

don't bag the plants wet.

What, is there a

problem?

How long's this been sitting

here?

About three weeks.

You got mold, you got mildew,

you got rats and mice eating on

it out in the shed.

Are you saying it's

all gone to shit?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying you can probably

salvage...Two or three grand if

you get to cleaning right now.

No, this is 120 kilos

of premium weed!

Three weeks ago...Maybe.

We were thinking that

we might...

I'm talking to the

gentleman.

Let us handle it, Ava.

Now, you as much as

told me on the phone that you

was gonna take the whole lot.

I told you I'd look at it.

No, no, unh-unh, no,

no, no, no.

Here's how it works.

You want to keep buying quality

bud, you gonna have to take all

this off our hands.

Devil!

Stay out of this!

Pull your head out of your

ass, son.

This is serious weight, and

these are dangerous times.

Now, you want this to get ugly?

It can.

Of course that's not

what we want, Mr. Dunham.

We appreciate you coming by.

You're lucky I was already in

Knoxville.

If I'd come eight hours from

Memphis for this
, I'd be obliged

to kick somebody's ass!

Mm-hmm.

Understandable, sir.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

That go about the way you

expected?

I could use a drink.

Amen to that.

You know you got

21/2 bottles of whiskey on ice

and no beer?

That can happen.

Wait.

You can't drink any of that shit

anyway.

Well, I can have one.

Who says?

My mom.

She used to have a couple drinks

a night when she
was carrying me.

She'd put her ashtray, balance

it on her great big belly.

That explains a lot.

- How you doing?
- I've been better.

Well, you still look good.

What do you mean, "still"?

You are not getting
any younger, kiddo.

I'm so glad you're

here.

You ready to get
back in action?

Oh, Art said another

week of light duty, and that was

before the fight.

That's not what I'm

talking about.

You okay?

Did that hurt?

I'll manage.

So, what's going on?

What are you asking?

I just... it feels

like there's something on your

mind.

Do you know about the

newborn baby in the
delivery room?

Calls his daddy over and says,

"how do you think that feels?"

Is that what you were

thinking about?

Maybe a little.

You know the baby's

the size of a walnut
right now, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

You know it's gonna get
bigger, too, right?

W-well, yeah.

Mm.

Maybe we need more room.

After all the time I spent

redecorating?

Well, much as I

appreciate you putting lipstick

on this particular platypus...

Maybe we should...

I don't know... start looking

for a house or something.

Mm...And leave all

this?

Yeah?

I got a large

olive and eggplant.

Sorry, son, I

didn't order a pizza.

I did.

Where would you like
me to put them?

Put them on the desk and sit.

Mm, these are way nicer than the

piece of shit I wear.

But I'm not complaining.

Keeps good time.

You don't remember me, do you?

Never seen you
before in my life.

Oh, you've seen me.

You just didn't notice me.

But I know you.

You're Delmer Coates.

You used to own that watch store

over on Clinton.

Couple of kids tried to rob you.

You shot them.

Dumb asses didn't know you had a

gun under the counter.

Couple other guys tried after

that, right?

Yeah.

You shot and killed four men.

You're one tough son of a bitch.

But I come in here and ask you

for the watches, and you just

lay down.

Yeah.

What was I supposed to do?

I was hoping you'd pull on

me, give me some lip.

You just hit the silent alarm

and wait for the
cavalry to come.

I know all about your security

system.

I'm the guy who put it in.

When I ordered the pizza, I took

your security system offline.

Took me less than 30 minutes,

which is more than I can say for

you, slick.

You understand why I ain't

paying for that pizza, right?

Now, I don't like wearing a

mask.

I'm too pretty.

So I am gonna have to kill you.

But I'll tell you what...

There's this game I like to

play.

I'm gonna put this gun between

us and have the pizza man count

it down from 10.

When he gets to 1, we both go

for it, so you got the same

chance I got.

That sounds fair, right?

Start counting.

I-I don't think I should be

inv... be involved in this.

Count.

10...

10.

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1.

I win.

I didn't see anything.

I'm not gonna say anything.
I swear.

Are you gonna eat that pizza?

No! Take it!

What's up?

Somebody killed a

Mr. Delmer Coates last night

along with a pizza delivery boy.

They also emptied his safe.

I regret their passing.
So?

Well, whoever killed

them took Mr. Coates' security

system offline, which is not so

easy considering...

I'm gonna stop it there.

Were either Mr. Coates or the

pizza delivery man
federal fugitives?

No, but

Fletcher "the ice pick" Nix is.

He's charged with
interstate flight.

The stab wounds on the victim's

hands are consistent
with an ice pick.

Can't help you.

I'm on light duty.
Maybe Rachel.

Oh, yeah, I'd rather

take her, but, uh...

"But, uh," what?

Wynn Duffy's security

system did the installation.

Is there a question
attached to this?

Well, Duffy's the only

lead I got, and I thought
you might help me out.

Why would you think that?

'Cause you had
that thing.

Had what thing?

Where you two killed

Gary together.

That's funny.

That's funny.

Excuse me.

I'm out of staples, and I'm

getting a little light
on paper clips.

Come on, man.

"Come on, man."

Have you not been listening?

I cannot leave my desk.

Just say you're on lunch.

I can't talk to Duffy.

Sure you can.

No, I can't.

Why not?

Last time I saw him I

said our next conversation

wasn't gonna be a conversation.

Well, this is a

different conversation.

What?

He's not gonna remember

something you said that long

ago.

He doesn't want
to talk to you.

Well, that makes
two of us.

Who don't I want to

talk to?

Raylan.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Deputy Gutterson has

some questions for you.

Gentleman named

Delmer Coates was
murdered last night.

Name ring a bell?

Not offhand. Should it?

Well, you installed his

security system about
two years ago.

It was a whispertech series "c."

That's a good system.

Whoever killed Coates
disabled it first.

Since you install
so many of them...

I'm sorry, I just
have to ask.

Are you two accusing me of being

involved or are you just
asking me for information?

Whichever applies.

I don't think it'd

very good for business if I went

around murdering my
own clients, do you?

Well, it might be worth

it if they had a safe full
of expensive merchandise.

All my clients have
expensive merchandise.

That's why they buy
security sys...

Just answer the

question, or shut your mouth.

I can only imagine how

frustrating this must
be for you, Raylan.

It'd be so much easier to just beat a
confession out of me, wouldn't it?

That's still an option.

As a matter of fact, as

I recall, last time we met, you

told me next conversation we had

wasn't gonna be a conversation.

This is a
different conversation.

Oh.

You ever hire an

installer named Fletcher Nix?

Favorite toy's an ice pick.

That's not exactly
standard equipment.

That ain't
exactly an answer.

Raylan, I am so sorry.

I would love to be of more help,

but I got to get back to

watching women's tennis.

Close the door, Mike.

Well, the man's a piece of
shit, but I believe him.

You do?

He didn't flinch when

you mentioned Delmer Coates.

No, but when I
mentioned that ice pick...

Yeah, he
flinched a little.

Well, maybe this one's
above his pay grade.

Who's he work for?

Emmitt Arnett.

Dixie mafia shot-caller out of

Frankfort.

Okay, how about
you go talk to him?

You drop me off at the corner.

I'll keep an eye on Duffy.

Excuse me?

Or, you know, you can go

back to the office, get your

paper clips, do the p-p dance,

whatever makes you feel happy,

Raylan.

Emmitt, is there anything you

want to tell me?

What is this, 20 questions?

You hired one of my own

guys to go after
one of my clients?

Where'd you get that idea?

Don't insult my
intelligence, Emmitt!

I'm talking about
Fletcher, the ice pick.

Hey, baby?

Baby, pull that door a minute,

will you?

I didn't think he was
still one of your boys.

He isn't one of my boys.

Do you know why?

Because he's a federal fugitive,

which means that anything he

does points right back at me,

which raises the obvious

question, was that your

intention, Emmitt?

No!

No, look.

It d-didn't go as planned.

I'm on my way into the office to

meet him, and that'll
be the end of it.

Well, let me know how

that goes.

And, by the way, Raylan Givens

is on his way to talk to you.

Damn.

Oh, it sure is good to

see you.

You okay?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Well, it sucks talking

to you through this glass.

They're transferring me

to Tramble.

Everything okay?

You know that cord of wood we

got stacked behind Arlo's house?

I thought maybe we

could sell some.

Yeah, but your old buddy

from Memphis came by, said he

couldn't use any of it.

Not a piece?

Mnh-mnh.

He said it was starting to rot.

Didn't seem to have any good

ideas about what we should do

with it, either.

Well...

Burn it.

All of it?

All of it.

I wouldn't want to attract any

termites or any other pests.

Yeah?

What's the problem?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Small world.

I'll tell you later.

You want me to handle it?

All right. Have it your way.

Something I can help

you with?

I like your hat.

There much call for cowboys

these days?

You would be

surprised.

Yeah?

Yep.

Whoa. Hey.

It's not your floor.

Change of plan.

See you again.

Emmitt?

Marshal!

I didn't hear you come in.

Sorry.

Looking for Mr. Arnett.

Uh, he won't be coming in

today.

You know where I can find him?

I can try to find out.

Or maybe there's something I can

do for you.

My daddy had a hat kind of

like yours.

Oh, yeah?

Except the brim was smaller.

Businessman's

Stetson.

That's it.

Can I be honest with you?

I'd like to think so.

I don't think Mr. Arnett's in

the real-estate business.

What makes you say that?

Mostly just the people who

come around.

I mean, they don't look like

real-estate folks.

They don't even look like

contractors or property managers

or maintenance people.

They're just sketchy.

Like Wynn Duffy.

Exactly!

And this new guy, Fletcher Nix.

He is super creepy. Ohh.

What do you
know about him?

Nothing.

Except he was supposed to come

into the office this morning for

a meeting, but Mr. Arnett

canceled at the last minute.

Why'd he cancel?

Mm.

They rescheduled.

Rescheduled for...?

Can I just say...

It is so nice talking to a man

who's interested in what you

have to say.

I mean, none of Mr. Arnett's

colleagues are very good

conversationalists, to say the

least.

Must be difficult.

They rescheduled for...?

Tonight.

But I don't have to be there.

Thank goodness.

Do you know where?

Um...Near a cab stand at

Jefferson and Main.

Yvette, may I offer

you some advice?

Quit.

The sooner the better.

I got a feeling Mr. Arnett's

about to ride a barrel over the

falls.

I wish you could see it,

buddy.

Hey, you know how they talk

about Kentucky bluegrass?

Well, it's actually blue.

I did... I sent you a postcard

this morning.

No, I wouldn't kid
you about that.

Ll see for yourself as soon

as I get settled.

Hey, look, pop's got to go.

I love you, buddy.

Bye.

How'd that go?

Just like you said it would.

You tell him about tonight?

Mm-hmm.

But that's what I don't get.

If they catch Fletcher before he

makes the drop, you don't get

the money.

Well, I'm not so worried

about the money anymore.

Then what'd you come
all this way for?

I like the scenery.

This is Fletcher Nix?

Didn't you
look at his file?

Not closely.

There a problem?

Okay, Rachel, I want you

to call the LPD shift captain.

Make sure he has all our info.

Tim, you call the S.W.A.T. Team

leader and do the same.

Now, we're gonna need a

photograph of Emmitt Arnett.

Something better than a drivers

license would be a big plus.

Hopefully, we can get Arnett and

Fletcher nix together tonight,

and it'll be one-stop shopping.

All right.

You ain't gonna let

me do anything, are you?

Well, you can't run and

you can't shoot.

What good are you?

Well, I can be the

guy on the radio, telling people

what to do.

That's my job, asshole.

But, Art...

Not changing my mind.

No, no, no.

There's something
else you should know.

Okay.

Tim showed me a

picture of Nix this morning, but

I didn't look at it.

Is that it?

And then I ran into

him later in the elevator at

Arnett's, but I
didn't recognize him.

Because you didn't
look at the picture.

Mm-hmm.

'Cause you've been shot,

and you're off your game, which

is why I told you to
stay at your desk.

So the next time I tell you to

stay at your desk...

I'm gonna stay
at my desk.

Thank you.

But this thing

tonight...

Yes?

It might have come

too easy... the information I

got from Yvette.

I didn't have to
work hard for it.

Anything else you

screwed up today?

Not that I can think of.

Go home, Raylan, really.

We'll be fine.

You sure do have some

fine cookware, Mr. Givens.

Most of it was Helen's.

Some from her sister.

They both liked to cook.

As do I.

Ava?

While we appreciate you making

this fine meal, I think we would

appreciate it even more if you

told us what Boyd had to say.

Yeah, why you

stalling?

Well, you got me, Devil.

I am stalling.

I just wanted to get some good

food in you before I relayed

Boyd's orders.

Boyd instructed that you burn

the weed.

The hell?

That weed's worth

100 grand easy.

It's also worth 20 years

any law enforcement happens by.

Hot rod was our last outlet.

We can't just sit on it and hope

we run into someone who will

take it off our hands.

We ain't burning it.

Those were Boyd's orders

Yeah, well, Boyd's not

here, is he?

Devil, I can imagine it is hard

taking orders from a woman.

Only you're not.

You're taking orders from Boyd.

I'm just passing it along.

Now, the way I figure it is you

got a choice.

We can play nice.

You do what Boyd says, and I

keep making fine food.

My fried chicken is to die for.

The other path?

You ignore Boyd, and I get

ornery.

Well, what are you

gonna do?

Spit in our food.

We clear?!

I need to make my point any more

emphatically?!

You didn't need to do

that, Ava.

Of course I did,

Mr. Givens.

Otherwise I wouldn't have done

it.

Male, 40s, approaching

the Escalade, holding a box.

Fletcher Nix?

Negative.

Not... repeat, not...

Fletcher Nix.

You're supposed to give me

something for this.

How about you get in the car

or I shoot you in the face.

Driver's got a gun.

All right, shut it down!

Get in the goddamn car.

Keep your hands
in the air!

Keep your hands where I can see

them at all times!

Get out of the car.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn around.

Kneel down.

I've always thought

"Felix" deserved a comeback.

Felix... Felix Givens.

Like Felix the cat.

Yeah, but without the

cat.

Just...Felix.

What do you think?

Uh, yeah, maybe.

Maybe, huh?

Raylan, I think it's

sweet that you think you have a

say in the name.

I'm sorry?

Well, I do know you,

and I know that if I spend more

than five minutes in labor,

sweating and screaming and all

of that, you're gonna go with

whatever name I choose.

I mean, I could... I could

choose jiffy pop or palmolive.

That's a good one.

Hmm.

Jiffy pop.

Jiffy pop.

Jiffy pop for a boy.

Palmolive's obviously a girl's

name.

What's up, Art?

How'd it go?

Not well.

Fletcher Nix was a no-show, as

was Arnett.

Nix sent some homeless guy to do

the drop, and arnett sent some

guy that might have been a

bodyguard, but we don't know now

because he's all lawyered up.

I thought the homeless guy was

gonna get popped,
so I shut it down.

What's next?

Frankfort PD's on the

way Arnett's house to bring

him in for questioning.

Who are you?

I'm the one with the gun.

This has nothing to

do with the lady.

That's too bad.

Come inside. Shut the door.

Now I ask you to
take your gun out.

I think you'd do it, considering

the company.

Slowly.

Just take two fingers, and...

You know what?

Just do whatever you'd tell

someone to do in a situation

like this.

Unh. Whole thing.

Put it on the ground.

Have a seat.

Okay.

What's next, Fletcher?

Aww, you're showing me you

know my name.

I know a lot about you.

You didn't know me in the

elevator.

What I still don't

get is why you don't just take

the money and run.

Maybe because it's not money.

Watches.

I look like I know anything

about watches?

Hell, I could take

those off your hands.

Give you 20 apiece for them.

You can be on your way.

You're the one who put that plug

in Tommy Bucks on that Miami

rooftop.

That's right.

How about we play a game?

Count down from 10.

Go ahead, Winona.

Right now?

This is as good a time as

any.

Uh...

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

When she gets to 1, we go for

it.

5...

4...

3...

2...

I'm sorry about your

tablecloth.

Is that really necessary?

I don't know him.

He'll be here. He'll be here.

Don't worry.

No, he won't.

Oh, he probably just stopped

for a sandwich or something.

That boy just can't stop eating.

Actually, you know, it's a

problem.

Mr. Arnett, he's not coming.

I had your assistant, Yvette,

tell the marshals where the

exchange was happening.

I'm not joking.

Why would you do that?

You had a good thing going

here, Emmitt.

But you let go of the rope.

You done?

Almost.

You know me now?

Yeah.

I don't know if you're

thinking of it, but stay away

from the neck.

Now, back here's
okay, but up here?

Hurts like a son of a bitch, and

don't mind my saying.

I think it might be because the

skin is looser or something.

Yeah, no no, thank you.

I don't plan on
getting no tattoos.

Well, man, neither did

I, but, as much as anything

else, it gives you something to

do, you know?

You can only spank it so much.

What the hell's he doing here?