Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 11 - Measures - full transcript

Previously on "Justified"...

You got a sonogram picture
taped to your bathroom mirror.

I'm not married, if
that's what you're wondering.

She kicked you out.

There's supposed to be
$3 million in here, Limehouse.

Way north of $3 million.

It's all spent, except
what you see right there.

I believe the terms
of the deal are I receive the

money and then we are
through, ain't that right?

That's right.

Those are the terms.



Then you take it back.

I'm gonna kill you, Raylan.

Maybe not tonight, maybe not
tomorrow, but some day, you'll

be walking down the street, and
I'm gonna put a bullet right in

the back of your skull,
and you're gonna drop.

Why wait?

- So we're clear...
- The other night, you throw down

the gauntlet to a trigger-happy U.
S. Marshal, and this morning,

you remember you have pressing
business out of town?

I told you... I'll be
back in a couple hours.

And what if Givens comes
by, wanting to finish the game?

You may tell him that
he is welcome to wait.

You know, you
disappoint me, Wynn.

Word around the Detroit campfire
is that you were a wild man.



Comes to a little nut-cutting,
suddenly you want to bitch out.

Don't be like the rest of them.

You can't have the Duffy
without the Wynn.

I'll see you in
a couple of hours.

Hey.

Hey. Morning.

Just, uh, getting some coffee,
and then I'll...

You can take a seat.

- No, I don't...
- Want to be in your way.

You're setting up.

No, I'm not.

Okay.

If I had eggs, I'd
make you breakfast.

Well, thank you.

You want a shot in that?

Uh, I usually like to wait
till the sun's all the way up.

It's afternoon somewhere.

Listen, Lindsey... stop.

You don't even
know what I'm gonna say.

I think you're gonna apologize
again for not giving

me a full accounting of every
second of your life before you

heartlessly accepted the
gift of my feminine virtue.

Oh.

Well, when you put it that way, I
guess don't owe you an apology.

First time you came in here, I knew
you were going through something.

To tell you the truth, I felt a
little bad taking advantage of you.

Really?

I mean, not so bad, I don't
plan on doing it again.

Listen, Lindsey...
you said that already.

I'm about to become a father.

I know. I saw the sonogram.

It's a good-looking kid.

It's got its daddy's eyes.

An unfortunate nose, though.

That must be your ex's.

I'm gonna get some
limes in the back.

I won't be a sec.

- Sorry, guys.
- We're closed.

Heard you had a little mischief
in here the other night.

Well, I wasn't
aware that made the news.

We had a friend who was here.

He tell you
about the hot wings?

This friend of ours... I'm betting
you wouldn't forget him.

He looks like he even
shits blond.

I don't suppose you two
fellas are from Detroit, are you?

That's a hell of a guess.

Where you buy your suit?

Gallo's on Michigan Avenue?

I don't buy suits.

Boss buy them for you?

Our boss doesn't
buy us anything.

When I first saw him, he
was wearing this little gray

sharkskin number... made him
look like a kid playing a

gangster in a school play.

We don't work for
that gentleman.

Oh.

You work for his daddy.

So, what?

Theo Tonin decided little Sammy
overstepped when he cut Quarles

off, decided to send some
new muscle instead?

Hence, you two knuckleheads.

You don't want to
take that tone.

Why is that, champ?

I get the impression they only
keep you around so little Sammy

doesn't feel like the biggest
asshole in the room.

Raylan.

Oh, hey.

I was just telling these
guys we're closed.

And I believe they were leaving.

Another time, then.

Good. See?

There's gonna be another time.

I'll clean that up.

♪ 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 ♪

Correction by GeirDM
Sync Eu_I_Myself

Firing a shot in the
air in a crowded bar.

That could be a hiccup.

Yeah.

Let's see.

You knew that you had to get the
patrons out of harm's way, and

they'd already failed to
heed your order to evacuate.

You knew that there was nothing
above you but your own empty

apartment, so you fired a shot
in the air, even though you knew

it was against marshals policy,
because you thought it was the

only thing they would
hear above the music.

Write it like that.

Thanks, Art.

Well, good news is, now we have a
nice federal charge against Mr. Quarles.

We just start with the bartender,
and we round up some of the other...

Bartender doesn't
make a good witness.

What's wrong with him?

Her.

Oh, Jesus, Raylan.

It doesn't matter, Art.

We want Quarles for more
than this piddly shit.

Threatening a federal officer
is more than piddly shit.

We had Dickie Bennett
for actually trussing up an

officer, trying to brain him
with a Louisville slugger.

How'd that work out?

Look, Raylan, just
pick him up, alright?

We got patrons in there
we can use as witnesses.

If we don't have Quarles
threatening you, we just got you

firing shots into the ceiling.

Wait just a second.

Why?

I thought it was a top priority
that I go bring in Quarles for

the capital punishment
of hurting my feelings.

It is, but the son of a
bitch is threatening your life.

I can't let you go by yourself.

Tim and Rachel are at Tramble.

You honestly expect
me to wait for them?

No.

No way.

Way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You want I should open it up?

Might not be the wisest idea
given the surroundings.

Well, am I gonna see a
little something-something in

there I haven't seen before?

Hmm?

Maybe something that might make
me the Harlan millionaire I was

always meant to be.

You'll see 46 and change.

Plus a couple of receipts.

Ooh.

Is that right? Receipts, too.

I tell you what... you can just
leave that shit shut, brother.

You still not gonna
take it, huh?

Oh, now, I will.

I will take it... just as soon
as it starts adding up to

everything I'm rightfully owed.

You understand?

Till then, you know, you can't
really blame me for wanting a

real good reason to hold my head
up when I try to explain to

people why it is that Ellstin Limehouse
somehow sees fit to cheat me out of my

family's fortune.

Much as you know Mr. Limehouse, you
really want it to get back to him that

you're running your mouth
on his reputation?

Think he the type to sit still
for something like that?

Is that the best
you got, sister?

Whatever you decided with the cooler, Mr.
Limehouse said to

give you the ride back home.

Oh!

Well, that is just...
that's real considerate.

But I'll tell you what... I
think I'm just gonna have these

bastards call me
a cab, you know?

The least they could do.

You know what I'm saying?

Real good to see you.

Whoa!

What do you
think's in the cooler?

Probably not a human head.

Mm. That'd be cool.

If you're here to talk about
running me in the special

election, there's some things
we gonna straighten out first.

Such as?

Such as, this is
staying my office.

No more talk about putting
me in a broom closet.

I guess if I were to offer
to back yet another of your

campaigns, I'd say that as long
as I'm putting up the money, I'd

put you anywhere I
goddamned please.

Fortunately, I'm not
here to pony up.

In fact, I'm here to take back
what I previously ponied.

You can't seriously expect me
to give you that money back.

Well, that's exactly
what I expect.

And I'm very serious.

Well, it's gone... spent.

Aww. On what?

Campaign expenses.

I do believe my wife dipped
into it a little bit.

Mr. Napier, I am not
an unreasonable man.

I don't expect the actual
bills that I gave you.

Just give me bills of equivalent
worth, and we'll call it even.

I don't have it.

Not even close.

That is disappointing.

I don't know how in the hell you
expect me to get that money.

As I was saying, I am a
reasonable man, and I'm happy to

help you find a
way to square up.

I don't know suppose you'd already happen
to have something in mind, would you?

For starters, an address of
some local miscreant known to

have large amounts of cash lying
around, known further to have

secrets that would discourage
him from calling the police if

someone were to
relieve him of it.

You want me to find you
a drug dealer to rob?

You know, I couldn't have
said it better myself.

And if said miscreant in question happens
to pay Boyd Crowder for protection...

so much the better.

Sure you want to poke that bear?

That bear poked me.

Mr. Quarles, you already managed
to lose me the sheriff's office.

Now you want to involve me in
an armed-robbery conspiracy?

Actually, I'm gonna need you to
find me a buyer for the shit

that I take off of this guy.

So technically, that makes it a
drug conspiracy, as well.

And what if I say no?

Oh, you don't want to say no.

Oh! What... Excuse me.

Rodney. Hey, boy.

What's up with the hot-rod
entourage here, rod?

Last time we saw each other, I
had a gun pointed at my face.

Yes, you did.

You and me both had
ourselves held up, man.

And then the next time I come
down here, some squirrelly

little shit from Crowder's
crew tried to muscle me.

Oh!

You got to be kidding me.

I ain't kidding.

You can believe it.

Sometimes I'm glad your daddy
didn't live to see what's

happening to the drug business.

Thank you.

But you didn't ask me down
here to pay my respects.

That is the truth, and
we should get down to business.

If you wouldn't mind, please, first,
call off your dogs a bit here.

My friend.

All right, now, as I started to
say, at the time she passed, my

mama... she had a
little over $3 million.

Do you know where to find it?

Well, I know
who's got it, okay?

And he has been doing everything
he can think of to try to get me

to believe that
there's only $46,000.

He's been sticking it in this little
cooler, trying to get me to take it.

"Here, take it."

I've been saying...
get to the "who"!

The suspense is killing me.

Ellstin Limehouse.

So, what's the plan?

We gonna shoot our way
into Nobles holler?

Yeah, at some point, we
are gonna have to shoot our

way in there and grab the money
and get back across the bridge

before they knew what hit them.

That's not exactly
my usual line.

Although $3 million... might justify a man
stepping outside himself.

It just might.

Yeah, I am aware that, uh, we
need to find out exactly where

my money is before
we do anything.

And that is exactly why
I asked you down here.

Not how it works, Dickie.

I'm willing to make some calls
for you, but you're gonna have

to do the heavy lifting.

I don't think
you understand, man.

I can't just be strolling around
out in the open, asking people,

"hey, do you happen to know where my
money is that Limehouse is hiding?"

At sundown, we're
headed back to Memphis.

You best get to moving.

Okay, so, that would be the end
of the discussion right there.

I say we pop him
and be done with it.

Before he leads
us to the money?

Just so long as it's
not before he suffers some.

How do you suggest
we do that, Arlo?

With the feds watching him?

We need to stop wasting our
time on Dickie Bennett.

We should be out there
showing the flag.

Maybe if you spent less time
questioning your orders and

more time following them, our
protection money wouldn't be dropping off.

Our protection money
is dropping off because since.

Delroy disappeared and we
inherited all of his whores,

there are people out there
paying money... they don't know

what they're paying for.

All right, that's enough.

I'm gonna kill Dickie Bennett.

And when I do, I'm
gonna take my time.

But not before he leads
us to the promised land.

Johnny, go back out there and
see what else you can find.

When I was posted in
Manhattan, a chief deputy there,

this big guy named Langston, he used
to spend one day a week in the field.

Said it was the only way
he could "feel the pulse."

"The pulse"?

The pulse.

Of the street?

Yeah, man.

New York in the '80s.

So, that's why you come along?

"Feel the pulse."

Nah, some asshole threatened
to kill one of my deputies.

I'm the only one that
gets to do that.

I'm touched.

You know what?

I might ought to
just go by myself.

Because...?

Because when he sees you,
he's liable to start shooting.

All right, just admit
it... you're worried about me,

worried I'm gonna get shot.

I'm worried I'm gonna get shot.

Who's your new friend?

He's down from Lexington.

Hi.

Guess if the D.E. A was gonna
send an undercover in here, hard

to imagine they'd choose him.

Thank you.

Hi.

Wow. Quite a place.

Uh... I-I-I thought you said I
d-d-didn't look like a cop.

That don't mean I think
you look right.

Is it true they test a samurai
sword by cutting through paper?

This is a katana.

Ooh.

My granddad pulled this off
a dead jap officer at.

Shuri castle... Okinawa.

The greatest generation at work.

He was a lying old sack of shit.

Probably just bought it.

What you looking for, brother?

What you got?

I got a fresh batch of crystal,
coke, pills, little bit of smack.

Got guns, too, if you're
willing to take a drive.

Also, if you're looking for
company, I got this little

16-year-old honey just up
the hill... 50 bucks.

Uh, no, I, uh, I-I-I'll just
look at the, you know, the

crystal, you know?

Sure thing.

You just be real careful how
you move around in here, pop.

Don't touch shit till you pay.

Whoa! Holy shit.

You see how clear
that is, brother?

Hold it up to the sun,
you can burn ants.

Oh, that's just...
just beautiful.

I mean, don't you guys worry about
leaving all this stuff out in the open?

Cops come in here, they're
coming in to search.

They'll find it even if it's
hidden inside the wall.

That's a good point, but, you
know, not just about the cops.

I mean, where I'm from, the dealers
rip each other off all the time.

Yet you have your
trunk unlocked.

People don't steal from us.

Is that so?

Your questions are starting to
get on my nerves, brother.

I think it's time you did your
business and went on your way.

Sure thing. Sure thing.

But I-I-I-I-I-I do have one
little question, though.

How do you get that rust
spot off of your sword?

Oh!

What a dick!

I was starting to think the only flavor
they served around here was vanilla.

I'm a deputy
United States marshal.

Oh, how nice for you.

I need to talk to your boss.

Whoa. Easy, now, sister.

Unless you have a warrant,
there just ain't no way.

I don't need a warrant to talk.

Get out of my way.

Mnh.

You touched me.

Would you like me
to do it again?

Oh!

Something we can help you with?

You can start by
telling your boys to put their

guns on the floor and
then back away from them.

Or, I guess, maybe you can
have one of them shoot me.

But is Dickie Bennett really worth
dying in a federal gas chamber?

And those are the only two
options you see for us, huh?

There's a third.

You could die right here.

Okay. Okay.

Dickie. Jesus.

Whoa!

You know Boyd Crowder
runs this place now?

"Dickie, Jesus"? Ho!

Is that any way to
greet a dear friend?

Dickie... no, no, no.

You can't stay here. No.

Dickie, please.

If Boyd finds us
here, he'll kill us.

Yeah, okay.

Listen, listen to me.

I need your help. Okay?

And if you can't help, I really.
- - No, I can't think of a better

place to meet the
reaper than right here.

What do you mean,
you need my help?

Okay, here's the thing.

Here's the thing.

Um, you see, over the years,
we've had to spend some time up

in Nobles, hiding out from
some man or in trouble.

These friends of yours who are
doing the hiding... they...

I'm wondering if they maybe might
have heard something about

where Limehouse is
hiding his money.

You go up to Nobles looking
to rob Ellstin Limehouse, you

are liable to end
up fed to hogs.

To the hogs.

Yeah, I know.

If I die here or on the moon, it don't
really make a whole lot of difference.

- Ellen May, I need your help.
- Okay.

Take... take your time.

Limehouse keeps his money
buried under the church.

Ellen May, I am
disappointed in you.

What?

Every kid in Harlan grew up hearing that
right there, that little fairy tale.

Nobody believes that. Come on.

No, my... my friend Trixie, she
saw it with her own eyes, so...

So, you need to
promise me something.

Okay.

I just want you to promise me
that if you ever find yourself

running things that
you'll make me queen.

Michigan plate.

That'd be a hell
of a coincidence.

It's not.

Theo Tonin sent them.

And you know this how?

They came by
my place this morning.

You don't think that's something
you should have told your chief?

What are you talking about?

I just told you.

You told me you were doing
all right, that you were

drinking too much but
basically getting by.

You remember that?

Mm-hmm.

What's your point?

Even under ideal circumstances,
Raylan, the prospect of first-time

fatherhood can make a
man feel unmoored.

"Unmoored"?

Oh, shut up.

I'm just feeling my
way through this.

Art, I've already got a daddy.

Yeah, I've met your daddy.

Fair enough. Continue.

To be clear, I just don't need you
to be any more reckless than normal.

All right?

You really are
afraid of getting shot, aren't you?

Whatever your failings
are gonna be as a father, I'm

pretty sure that your child
is gonna be better off if you

manage to stay above ground long
enough to make his acquaintance.

We got ourselves a problem.

What, Dickie Bennett's
on his way to Hawaii with his

mama's money on the
seat beside him?

No.

It ain't Dickie Bennett.

I sent the collection boys
out there to see Parker and.

Longbaugh on account of them
shorting Arlo last week.

The hell, you say!

Shorting on me?

Jesus.

It ain't rocket science.

If anybody wants to know what
happened to Delroy, you just say

that he stopped paying and they
best not go down the same road.

It ain't about Delroy, either.

What is it about, Johnny?

What did they do this time?

Nothing.

They're dead.

He wasn't there.

I never told you he'd be there.

I told you that was the
last place I saw him.

But there was
someone there, though.

And I told you... he went there
to face off with a U.S. marshal.

Yeah, but you didn't tell us
the marshal lived upstairs.

You know, if I didn't know any
better, I'd think you sent us

there expecting him
to take care of us.

Or you'd take care of him,
have to go on the run... either way.

Whoa.

A man doesn't talk like that
unless he's holding the nuts.

Ah.

It's nothing personal.

I just figured the more soldiers
Quarles has down here, the more

tenuous my position becomes.

Did you figure if you didn't put us
together with him, we'd just go away?

I figured it would buy
me some time to cut a deal...

help you in exchange for a guarantee
that I don't get left out in the cold.

Hmm.

Well, how about you help us in exchange.
- - In exchange for your lives?

That sounds a little odd
coming from the guy not

holding the gun.

Did you help Quarles because of
the guns he had or because of

who was behind him?

Theo Tonin... he carries this
ear around in his pocket.

I'm sorry.

It sounded like you said... yeah, yeah.
It's a human ear.

And, uh, whenever he wants to
get some guy's attention, he

just takes out the ear and
he starts talking into it.

Hmm.

What does he say?

I don't think it really matters.

Jimmy, where's
that neighbor lady?

Collection boys
are sitting on her.

You sure she
didn't call this in?

Well, if she had, you got
to think, at the very least,

we'd have a squad car out here
by now... even in Harlan.

Go get her.

As if our protection
business wasn't already halfway

down the shitter.

Boyd, this is not good.

Johnny, check the
closets underneath the sink.

See if you can't find any
household cleaners.

Why?

Well, he poured bleach
over everything he touched.

I'd like to know if he found that
bleach here or he brought it with him.

What the hell
difference does that make?

Well, if he brought it
with him, he is a pro... not

some tweaker pulling a
crime of opportunity.

Go.

Ma'am, I-I am so sorry.

I was hoping to spare
you this sight.

Oh, glad you didn't.

At my age, I got to take my
pleasures where I can find them.

Meaning?

Meaning I'm tickled to see
these two sumbitches dead.

Hope they suffered some first.

Well, I suppose that explains
why you didn't call the police.

Police didn't do shit when these
two killed one of my dogs

last year... Togo.

Used to bark at all the
late-night comings and goings.

Come outside one morning, found
him shot dead in my yard.

That's awful to hear.

Togo got 'em back, though.

Togo did?

Your dead dog?

Who else we talking about?

Well, how did Togo do that?

How did he get 'em back?

I know it was him sent that
husky-looking fella to do this here.

You saw the man who did this?

That's correct.

He was heavyset?

Wouldn't have called him skinny.

But you... you
did say he was husky-looking.

He was. Looked like a husky.

You know, sled dog?

It was the eyes.

Even from across the street, I could
see 'em... just like a husky.

But the man you saw... the
husky-looking fella that Togo sent...

Bluest eyes I ever saw.

We got it.

You said, "go figure it out."

Did you not?

And what'd I do?

I went ahead and I figured
the hell out of it, man.

See, what I did is, I was like,
"wait a second, now... Ellen May."

I'm thinking she's got to have.
- - Dickie, what'd you find?!

Limehouse hides his
money beneath the floorboards

buried in the dirt
underneath Nobles church.

How 'bout them apples, huh?

You know, I think I'm
gonna need me a bear hug.

I'm sorry, Dickie.

Bring it in.

I'm greedy.

I'm not suicidal.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, Rodney.

We had ourselves a deal, man.

This ain't the Rodney I know.

Come on.

I thought I had a
brother in you, man.

You know, mama always said you had the
balls of a man about half your size.

Out of respect for your late
mother, I'm gonna let that one go.

My advice?

Call Limehouse, get your cooler
full of cash, and get out of here!

Let's go.

You federal storm troopers
get what you needed?

Yes, Mr. Dunham, and on behalf of a
grateful nation...

Go to hell.

The marshals service would
like to thank you for your troubles.

Mr. Napier.

It's sheriff Napier...
least until next week... which

means you two are in some
seriously deep shit.

Well, I'd be less concerned
about the shit we're

in and more concerned about what
you're gonna have to do to stay

alive till your term ends.

You don't scare me.

I ain't some half-wit gun thug
that you think you can just...

Just so we're clear, I ain't
some half-wit gun thug, neither.

What do you want?

Robert Quarles just killed
two men under my protection.

I didn't have nothing
to do with that.

Whether he did it out of
spite or stupidity, I'm not sure.

But what I am sure of is
that you're the one who told him who

to hit.

I didn't have nothing
to do with that.

Just like I'm sure you're gonna
be the one to tell me how to find him.

You want to count it?

Uh, no.

Not if it's still adding up
to 46 and change or whatever.

What made you change your mind?

All right, gentlemen.

We have reason to believe this
money represents ill-gotten

gains and is therefore seizable
by the marshals service under

title 18, part 1, chapter 46 of the U.
S. Legal code.

Oh! Ho-ho!

Uh, that right there... that
would be my money.

You want it back, all
you got to do is show a court

- the legal means by which you obtained it.
- May I go?

No, actually, I'm afraid
you both are gonna have to stay

with us while we wait for a
warrant to go up into Nobles.

Wouldn't want you to be tempted
to tip your friends we were coming.

Have a seat.

I'll handle this.

Hey.

Oh, shit.

U.S. marshals.

Get your hands where
I can see them.

Step to the car.

You know, there was a day when I
would have said nobody

could stealth me.

Yeah? What happened?

Lose your edge or just realize you
weren't that good to begin with?

Maybe a little of both.

Sooner or later, old
age humbles us all.

- Look at that.
- - Concealed weapon.

That's not good for
a convicted felon.

Mnh-mnh.

What, did you pull my rap sheet?

Educated guess.

You want to tell
us what's going on here?

Why don't you be more specific?

Is Quarles in that apartment?

Why don't you guys just walk away,
let nature take its course?

Yeah, why don't
you shut the hell up?

Not like the world wouldn't
be a better place.

This is not Detroit.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Why would he go to Harlan?

I told you... he
barely speaks to me.

Now, please let me go.

Aah!

- U.S. marshals!
- Put that weapon down!

Hands behind your head!

- Put the weapon down.
- I'm walking out of here.

No, that ain't gonna happen.

You want to see this
kid's insides?

That ain't
gonna happen, either.

Give me a chance
to get to my gun.

Maybe this could be our time.

Aah! My leg, God damn it!

On your bellies!

Hands behind your head!

Where's Quarles?

- He's not here!
- Move!

Where is he?

- Where's Quarles?
- What do you mean?

I mean, where is he?

Aah! I don't know!

I thought he'd be here, damn it.

He told you he'd be here?

Why would he tell us anything?

You work for the man.

Do you not?

Where do you get this from?

Theo Tonin sent a couple of guys
down here to take out the trash.

You don't think that's something
you might have mentioned before?

You ever get the feeling
God's laughing at you?

Why?

Just 'cause we shot the guy
that's looking to kill the guy

that you're just
dying to see dead?

You don't say much, do you?

Mr. Quarles.

Dare I even hope that you
have come to settle your tab?

Actually, I'm looking for a
place to lay low for a while.

Lay low while you, uh, figure a
way to square things with your

friends in Detroit?

Is that a guess?

'Cause that's a good one.

You know, I think we could see
clear to extend our hospitality.

But that would, uh, put you
critically in our debt.

You see that?

Of course.

You also see that, uh, it is not
wise to let a man get so far

into debt without insisting he first
settle the debt already owed.

Thank you kindly.

Well, that's a good start.

When you think I'm gonna
be getting the rest of it?

Bag's not empty yet.

Do I look like a
drug dealer to you?

That's pretty smart, holding all
your meetings in a place like this.

The smell of blood in the air.

Plus, it gives you an excuse
to hold a knife in your hand.

There's no knife in my hand now, Mr.
Quarles.

Now, you seem like
a resourceful man.

I'm sure you'll find a way to
turn that bag into something I'd

happily take off of your hands.

And when you do, you
know where to find me.

Good day, Mr. Limehouse.

Mr. Quarles.

Ohh.

Sheriff. This is kismet.

I was just about to call you.

Is that a fact? How come?

Well, it turns out I need a place to
unload the spoils of my earlier endeavors.

Why I called.

You have an idea for me?

I do.

But I want to make sure after I
tell you, I don't ever hear from

your sorry ass again.

Sheriff, trust me... the
pleasure will be all mine.

All right.

There's a whorehouse, but
they also deal to the Johns.

They ought to be able to
take whatever you got.

It's called Audry's.

Audry's.

Bye-bye.

All right, you got 30 seconds.

I'm on vacation.

I'm having a sandwich.

Uh, Mr. Tonin, I wanted
to just make sure you, uh, were

aware of the
situation down here.

You mean that my guys got
snatched by the marshals before

they could get to Quarles?

Yeah, I'm aware of it.

What's your name, again?

Uh...Duffy, sir.

Duffy.

Duffy, yeah.

I think I remember my son
Sammy mentioning you.

- Oh, uh... Oh.
- I'm glad to hear that.

Sammy's an impressive young man.

He's a moron.

What do you want?

Uh...Well, I was wondering,
sir... do you intend

on sending more men down here to...
To kill Bobby Quarles?

Yeah, I plan on sending more.

I loved him like a son.

But he's wasted my money, he
threatened my actual son.

And that other shit... Jesus.

Well, that's the thing, sir.

Um...

I don't know if your money
has been wasted.

Bobby was onto something down
here, and just because he's gone

off track, no reason to turn
your back on the whole thing.

Mm-hmm.

So, when Quarles is gone,
you want to step up.

Is that about right?

- Yes.
- No.

Okay.

May I ask why, sir?

I don't know you.

I'll tell you what... you deliver
Quarles, show me you can

get things done.

Price I gave those other
assholes was $100,000 dead,

$200,000 if Sammy gets
a chance to, uh...

Talk to him about putting
a gun in his face.

You know Bobby like I do,
you'll settle for the hundred.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Tonin.

I'll be in touch.

You hope.

Oh. Hi!

Ohhh, honey!

Think we're about to
have us some fun.

Don't you think he looks like that guy,
from the butterfly movie?

- The one about the time traveler?
- No!

The one about the, like,
prison island or whatever.

Ladies, as much as I would love
to get to the bottom of who

it is that you think that I look

like and all the
kinds of fun that we could having

together, the reason that I'm
here is 'cause the mongoloid

tending bar inside said this is
the place where I could find the

guy who runs the joint.

Huh. Wait a second.

No, no, no.

Don't you go anywhere.

Where the hell have you been?

I've spent the last two hours as
a guest of the U.S. marshals service.

Let me guess.

Our friend deputy Givens has been tangling
with a couple of Detroit's finest.

How is it you know that?

I saw him bracing one in front of
my building... guy named Sarno.

It's nice to know at least that Theo
cares enough to send the very best.

Did you give them my address?

Didn't see as
I had much choice.

I don't blame you.

I know Sarno.

He gets people to talk.

The only thing anyone's
telling him at the moment is

"you have the right
to remain silent."

Well.

I'll have to thank deputy
Givens when I see him next.

I thought you were gonna
kill him next time you see him.

What's the price
they put on my head?

They didn't say.

Strip him.

Keep that chain long.

Try to keep him from
shitting the bed.

I trust when he wakes up, you
ladies will find a way to keep

him from thinking about how
to escape his predicament.

Yes, sir.

Hello? Anyone there?

Who is this?

- My name is not your concern, Mr...
- Wynn Duffy.

Your concern is for the fate of
the man whose phone this is.

Is he alive?

It was hard to tell.

Oh, he's alive.

Do you want him to
stay that way?

You know, that's a very
good question, Mr. crowder.

Well, I don't believe
I told you my name.

It's not hard to put
together the pieces of that

particular Jigsaw puzzle.

Well, I hear my guest
here's worth some money.

How much?

$100,000 dead, $200,000 alive.

Well, I suppose a
clever man might under report

that bounty, trying to keep a bigger
share than what he gives his partner.

Are we partners now?

Well, as far as this goes.

Mr. Duffy, can I trust you to
find your way down to Harlan?

Yeah, you can trust me
to do that, Mr. crowder.

Would you say you'd be willing
just to kill him to eliminate

any chance of his
wriggling free?

Well, as we speak, he's
unconscious, being stripped

naked, and chained to a bed.

I think we can handle him.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

You have to go
through this every time?

It's exhausting.

Seems we agree on most
of the particulars.

Well, good.

You might get out of here in
time to go join the raid team.

Raid team?

Tim and Rachel got a
line on that missing Bennett

money... already recovered
$46,000 of it.

They're just waiting for
a warrant for the rest.

What's the warrant for?

This church down
in Nobles holler.

Apparently, it's, uh,
under the floorboards.

I'll pass.

What do you mean, "pass"?

I need that money, Raylan.

I know, Art, but there's
nothing under that church.

That's an old story.

You find it, then.

Tell you what... I'm
gonna go down to Harlan county

and talk to the outgoing sheriff, see
if he can get us any info on Quarles.

And if, along the way, I trip over $3
million, I'll bring it back to you.

Thank you, your honor.

Good to go.

Now you can go.

Oh, no, no, no.

Now you can go.

We insist.

Don't tell me you're fool enough to
believe there's money under the church.

I...Told you, man.

We got this on... it's, like,
stone-cold eyewitness authority.

Then your stone-cold eyewitness
authority is either lying or old.

Limehouse hasn't used
the church in years.

Well, then what
is he using now?

What makes you think
I'd tell you?

I think that you would
tell me because you want

me to help you get
yourself a real sweet...

Piece of my money, man.

I don't really see any other
reason for you to be standing

'round here talking to me.

Man won't let us change
with the times.

Think you might have had
experience dealing with someone

like that yourself.

- So...
- Where's my money, man?

Are you really willing to
go all the way on this?

Have you been
paying attention, man?

I would rather die trying to get

it than die because I
don't have it, man.

All right, then.

We're gonna need a crew.

Can't use anyone
from the Nobles.

They'll stay with me once
Limehouse is gone, but they

won't go against him directly.

Don't tell me you
want me to call Rodney, man.

No.

That's the last thing I want.

No.

We're gonna need someone
with particular skills.

- Sounds to me like...
- You have someone in mind.

I do.

And I guarantee
you ain't gonna like it.

His initials are "Boyd Crowder."