Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 12 - Coalition - full transcript
Limehouse launches a plan in motion that will get rid of all his enemies once and for all, but will anyone take the bait? Meanwhile, Wynn Duffy works on getting Robert Quarles delivered back--dead or alive--to the Detroit mob.
Previously on "Justified"...
Raylan: Mags Bennett may have
a sizeable amount
money socked away.
Loretta: You gonna
ask do I have it?
Raylan: I was just gonna ask
if you knew where she kept it.
Dickie: Where's my money, man?
We gonna need someone
with particular skills.
His initials are Boyd Crowder.
Ava: I want to show
you something.
Boyd: Dickie Bennett's
gonna pay for that.
Wynn: How long have you
been taking those?
Maybe it is time you
leave Kentucky.
I got nowhere else to go.
You deliver Quarles.
Show me you can get things done.
The 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.
Wynn: Thank you, Mr. Tonin.
I'll be in touch.
Boyd: Well, I hear my guest
here's worth some money.
Wynn: Would you say you'd be
willing just to kill him to
eliminate any chance
of his wriggling free?
Boyd: I think we can handle him.
Well, it turns out I need a place to
unload the spoils of my earlier endeavors.
There's a whorehouse, but
they also deal to the Johns.
It's called Audry's.
Hi! I think we're about
to have us some fun.
What's the price
they put on my head?
[ Electricity crackles ]
[ Click ]
Hmm. Check me out.
I'm gangsta and shit.
[ Laughs ]
That gun's so little, it's
like a lady's pistol.
What do you reckon it, a .25?
Mm... looks like a little 9-mil.
.32-caliber ACP.
.32's good.
Close range, anyway.
Hollow points.
They get inside you and they bounce around
till there's nothing left but paste.
Don't suppose I could
have that back.
Or maybe my pants.
I'm afraid I can't
help you out there.
We're supposed to keep you company
till the boss comes back.
Said to keep you comfortable.
[ Sighs ] "Comfortable"?
Is this part of
being comfortable?
[ Laughs ]
No, but that bottle
next to you is.
[ Grunts ]
There's a whole lot in here...
Enough to get us all comfortable.
What do you say, ladies?
Let's do this.
Johnny: How much?
Boyd: $200,000 alive, half
of that for a dead man.
Ava: And he is alive.
Boyd: I got him chained like
a junkyard dog at Cat and
Minerva's trailer.
Got Jimmy standing guard.
Ava: Cat and Minerva's trailer?
Boyd: Oh, I'm sorry.
I probably should check
with the proprietess.
Johnny: How do we deliver him?
Boyd: Frankfort heavy with
connections to Detroit, headed
down south as we speak.
Arlo: 200 large to get rid
of that pain in our balls.
That's a nice play, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, we still got to do
a 50/50 split with this fella
named Duffy, but it
does kill two birds.
Arlo: I'm proud of you, son.
Boyd: Why, Arlo, thank you.
That means a lot
coming from you.
Ava: And what does it
mean coming from me?
Boyd: Well, now, baby,
I -- I think you know.
[ Door opens ]
Y'all open?
Boyd: Well, Errol... did you come
all the way down here for a drink?
Not exactly, sir.
Not as such.
Boyd: Well, what
can we do for you?
I come bearing a man seeking
audience, if you'll have him.
Boyd: Well, we take all kinds.
Bring him in.
Johnny: [ Laughing ] Oh, shit.
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Hold up, now.
Boyd: Stand up. Stand up!
Man, he can't breathe in there.
Boyd: You need to breathe,
Dickie Bennett?
You want to breathe?
Dickie: Money!
Boyd: Money?
Tell you something, son.
There ain't enough money in
this whole goddamn world.
You understand me?
Huh?! You understand that?!
Look, Boyd.
That boy's mama died.
She died holding close to
$3.2 million in cash, now.
The only way you got a prayer in
ever laying hands on that money
is between us two right here.
Ava: Boyd.
He knew what he was walking
into when he came in here.
I'm curious to hear
whatever possessed him.
Dickie: [ Coughing ]
Arlo: Boyd, you don't finish this pile
of donkey shit, I'll do it myself.
Ava: No.
We'll hear him out, and
then we'll decide.
Arlo: Ava, this
boy killed Helen.
Just because you suddenly got Jesus
in your heart, all forgiven.
Ava: I hadn't forgot.
And he ain't forgiven.
Nor has he hobbled out
of here alive yet.
Now, you and he -- you
say you got some money.
Now would be a good time to start
talking about where it is.
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ trying to make it home ♪
♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I 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? ♪
Raylan: Sheriff Napier.
I still call you that, right?
I see you're still
wearing the uniform.
I won the election.
The office is in contention.
Wouldn't be here if you
didn't need something.
What the hell you want?
Raylan: Looking for
Robert Quarles.
Never heard of him.
Raylan: He's from Detroit.
He financed your
re-election campaign.
You know, if you know so much, how
come you can't find him yourself?
You're the marshal.
Isn't that what you do?
Raylan: Yeah, it is, and
this is how we do it.
You got any idea what it's like running
local law enforcement in this county?
Raylan: Some, I'd expect.
No, you don't.
At the end of the day, you truck
off to Lexington or wherever the
hell you go, put it all
in your rear-view mirror.
I go home right up
to that holler.
And let me tell you, son.
The shit follows me home
like a three-legged dog.
Raylan: You been doing
this long enough.
You should know to
pick better partners.
Oh, so now you gonna
start in on me, too.
Dragging in my financiers, starting all
that forensic-accounting bullshit.
Raylan: That's FBI and treasury.
Marshals don't give a
shit who paid who.
Then why the hell are you here?
Raylan: I told you.
I'm looking for Robert Quarles.
I'm trying to send you home with
one less problem on your mind.
Now, do you know
where he is or not?
Last I heard, he was hanging
out at a joint called Audry's,
looking to sell off some pills.
Raylan: Thank you.
Deputy, you get a chance to
put some bullets in that
towheaded son of a bitch...
Sure be nice if he knew one came from me.
♪ ♪
Whew!
Suck it down, Catty!
Own that shit, girl!
Too much for the lady to handle.
[ Coughs ]
I can handle anything
you dish out, blondie.
You ever see "Platoon."
The movie with the old people
where they go too outer space?
That's "Cocoon."
"Platoon's" the -- hold it.
Come here.
Put your mouth on this.
Don't be scared.
Step right up.
- Boom!
- [ Squeals ]
- Oh!
- [ Laughs ]
You chipped my tooth, asshole!
I'm sorry.
This'll make it
feel much better.
I promise. Trust me. Trust me.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Ta-da!
Whoo!
Where in the hell did
he get a shotgun?
We didn't bring any shells.
No shit.
Who's next on the shotgun train?
Ooh.
I got my ticket right here.
Next stop, highland park.
[ Laughs ]
Party's over, assholes.
Over? It just started.
Just point yourself in any
direction and dive right in, son.
We got paying customers inside waiting
on mouths to get in there and blow 'em.
Do you have to be such a dick?
I mean, can't you just leave
one of them here for me?
You need me to remind you how you
come to have that chain there?
Well, maybe I'll gnaw it off
like a coyote and come back and
find you and shoot
you in your face.
There's enough oxy here you'd
probably never feel it.
And then I wouldn't have to
babysit your crazy ass anymore.
[ Humming ]
♪ Ga gung ♪
[ Beat-boxing ]
Five minutes.
All right, five minutes.
Y'all got five minutes
to finish your smoke.
Then you got to get inside and
start smoking something else.
Goddamn crazy bitches.
Five minutes.
Bye.
[ Gasps ]
[ Coughing ]
Shh.
Any noise out of that filthy
whore mouth of yours and I will
rip her head off
with this chain.
Do you understand?
Jimmy, get in here.
I think he's having
some kind of seizure.
Come on!
Look, I'm just telling
you what I know.
Ava: You're saying after all
this time, Limehouse is keeping
that money in a
safety-deposit box at a bank.
Well, he got to keep it
somewhere, doesn't he?
It's the 21st century.
We hadn't been burying money under
churches for a long time now.
Boyd: Why now?
Mr. Limehouse moves the
money around all the time.
Kind of a shell game.
I heard him say he gonna move
things around again tomorrow.
Boyd: Which bank?
Gallatin. Down near Benham.
You know it?
Boyd: I have some
familiarity with it.
Meaning you robbed it.
Boyd: Got no qualms
about robbing it again.
Well, then we need to go in and--
Arlo: We ain't got any kind
of crew to go after a bank job.
I say we do both of them...
Have done with it.
Worth $3.2 million seeing
us bleed on your floor?
Arlo: It is to me.
Boyd: Errol, just give
us a moment, please.
Take all the time you need.
Boyd: Ava, I need you to take Arlo
down and reconnoiter the bank.
Try to get access to
that safe-deposit box.
See what we're dealing with.
Arlo: Why do I got to go?
Boyd: Because...
This ain't your first rodeo.
And I need your eyes the
way I need her eyes.
Ava: What are you gonna do?
Boyd: Well, I'm gonna try to
put my hands on some Emulex in
case you call and say
that this dog will hunt.
Ava: All right.
Boyd: In the meantime, I'm gonna
deliver that baby to Detroit.
Ava: Sounds good.
Let's go, Arlo.
Boyd: Hey... are you sure
you're all right with this?
Ava: $3.2 million.
I might find a way to get right.
[ Muffled shouting ]
Oh.
Raylan: You know what the two saddest
words in the English language are?
"What party?"
That's kind of how
I feel right now.
You all right, ma'am?
You okay?
I know you.
You work with Boyd, don't you?
Uh-huh.
You gonna have to get
some bolt cutters.
That pasty sack of
shit took the key.
Raylan: Quarles?
Yeah.
Raylan: He didn't say where
he was headed, did he?
What do you think?
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Are you gonna get us
out of these or what?
Raylan: Why?
From where I'm standing,
it doesn't look so bad.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Givens.
He coming back?
The boxes we have for rent
are, uh, right through here.
Miss -- Miss Reutter?
Ava: Oh. Thank you.
As you can see, uh, we have a
variety of sizes -- priced
accordingly, of course.
Ava: Of course.
But we like to think we have
something to suit everyone's needs.
Ava: Well, it certainly
would appear so.
Uh, is there, uh, any -- anything else
you'd -- you'd like to see today?
Ava: No.
I think I have seen
everything I need to.
Thank you very much.
Have you had lunch?
'Cause I was gonna step around
the corner to the luncheonette.
They got a pretty
good club sandwich.
Ava: Oh, club sandwich is my favorite, but...
Raylan: Nice car.
New state issue unmarked.
Wouldn't outrun a dairy cow.
Raylan: Well, at least it's new.
So, what's going on?
Well, we got a few things.
One is, your old pal Dickie
was up at Boyd's bar, had
Limehouse's right-hand
man in tow.
Raylan: Good a place as any
for him to die, I guess.
Why are we here?
Well, Ava left out of
there not long after.
She's been at the bank about 15
minutes.
Has your daddy along with.
Raylan: Window?
Shit. Sorry.
Raylan: Thanks.
He's over there casing the place
about as subtle as a marching band.
Raylan: Hmm.
Call the FBI?
I did.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
They mentioned something about
how this podunk chicken shack
wasn't worth their rush.
Raylan: So, Dickie's with
Limehouse's guy up at Boyd's,
and these two are down
here poking around.
Make for some
strange bedfellows.
Don't you think?
I think if I've ever seen a
clutch of fools fixin' to rob a
place, I'm looking
at it right now.
Wynn: I told you
just to kill him.
Boyd: And I told you if I'm
next to see him, I will.
Wynn: Have you got any idea
the position you put me in?
I told a man in Detroit that I
would bring him Robert Quarles.
Now, does the name Theo
Tonin ring a bell?
Boyd: No.
Wynn: No?
Let me tell you
about Theo Tonin.
The man carries an
ear in his pocket.
He carries a human
ear in his pocket.
And when he wants to talk to
somebody, he wants to get their
attention, he reaches into his
pocket, takes out the ear, and
he speaks directly into it.
Boyd: What does he say?
Wynn: The point is, Mr. Crowder,
when he asks me, and he will, where
Robert Quarles is, does Theo
Tonin sound like the kind
of man to whom you'd like to say,
"I'm sorry, but he escaped
from a disease-ridden whore
factory up in inbred holler"?!
Boyd: I'm gonna let that one go.
Now, [Clears throat] here's the thing,
Mr. Duffy -- what we have
before us, contrary to appearances,
is an amazing opportunity.
Now, later on tonight, I'm gonna
walk into a bank, I'm gonna open
a little box, and I'm gonna walk
out with $3.2 million, of which
I'm willing to give you a cut.
Now, what -- what I'd like to do
is create a diversion -- say,
blow up a car a few miles away.
And while the world is going in
one direction, well, I just walk
in the -- in the
other direction.
And what if when that car blows
up, there's a man inside?
And say that man had
brilliant blue eyes?
Wynn: And a big,
stupid baby head?
Boyd: That's the same.
Now, right out there in that truck, I got
a box full of Emulex with a cellphone
detonator.
Now, when Mr. Quarles comes to
see you -- as I know he will,
being that you are the only
friend he has left in this
world -- you call me, and I'll
come and set that charge for you.
Problem solved.
Wynn: Oh, Mr. Crowder...
I believe I know how to blow up a car.
Last time we spoke, thought I
made it fairly clear, the terms
of our arrangement.
Hand to God, I took the steps and
the direction that you indicated.
However, my enemies
derailed my plans.
And you figured you could just come
walking back up in here empty-handed.
Well, I figured there must
be a way that a man of my
particular skill set could be of
service to your organization.
And what exactly would that be--
your particular skill set?
Oh, I think you know.
You are offering
your loyal services?
There just might be a way I can
use them if you understand there
will be no derailing.
Either you follow this plan till
the end of the line or you add
me to your list of enemies,
which, I assure you, is not a
place you want to find yourself.
Do we understand each other?
We understand.
Tonight Boyd Crowder is gonna
rob that bank in Gallatin the
way he always does -- blow up
something on one end of town,
and while all eyes are there,
he's gonna hit the bank.
Now, when you hear the big boom,
you put your game face on, mister.
And when Boyd comes out that bank, you
hit him hard, and you get that money.
Any questions so far?
Where's Gallatin?
Ava: One guard, and that amount
of money -- it's gonna be
in one of the big boxes.
Dickie: Hey, hey!
So, I ain't allowed to take part
in the conversation about how to
steal my $3 million?
Johnny: Shut your hole, dick.
Dickie: You want to
just tell me that?
Ava: As I was saying, that
amount of money's gonna have to
be in one of those big boxes.
They're all along this
wall -- bottom row.
Boyd: Well, I think I've heard
everything I need to hear.
Arlo: Me too.
I'm shit with explosives.
How about I drive?
Boyd: Actually, Arlo, you're
gonna sit this one out.
Arlo: What?!
Boyd: So are you, baby.
Ava: Wait a minute.
[ Chuckles ]
There ain't no reason to
keep me at a distance.
I can pull --
Boyd: They already got you on a security camera.
Now, I need you to take Arlo
back to the house, sit by the
phone in case anything
goes sideways.
Arlo: You gonna bench me while
Dickie Bennett sits out
there eating all our pretzels?!
Hell no!
Boyd: Arlo.
Listen, I'm not saying you're a
lion in winter, but your roar
ain't what it used to be.
Now, we gonna take care of Dickie
Bennett when the time is right.
Arlo: God damn, Boyd!
Boyd: Out of respect for your age
and the place you hold in my
heart, I'm not telling you.
I'm asking you.
Now, go with Ava.
Let me do what I got to do.
Ava: Come on, Arlo.
Arlo: I ain't helpless.
I'm strong as a goddamn bull.
Raylan, you know that.
Ava: Arlo.
Arlo: You know I ain't helpless.
I can take any bank in
this county all by myself.
Ava: No one's saying
you're helpless, Arlo.
Come on.
Arlo: I don't need you, Boyd.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Wynn: Robert!
Where are you?
Where are you?
Wynn: I'm in Harlan,
looking for you.
Good.
Because, Wynn, we've been
presented with an opportunity to
not only survive, but prosper.
I need you to meet me outside
the Gallatin bank on main.
Wynn: Let's go.
[ Humming ]
Marshal Givens.
Raylan: Escort's a nice touch.
It's like visiting
the Wizard Of Oz.
Yeah, I never seen it.
All them flying monkeys?
Mnh-mnh!
Raylan: Well, you
should stick with it.
At the end, they pull the
curtain back -- turns out the
guy's kind of a pussy.
How you been, Ellstin?
I was wondering when you was
gonna make your way up here.
Raylan: I had to stop
off at the bank first.
You know Gallatin down the road?
You know they give out toasters
still if you open an account
there.
Yeah, you get yourself
one of them toasters?
Raylan: No. Did you?
Surprised to hear you keep your
money there, seeing as that
everyone knows that place has
been robbed so many times.
So you're saying it's not
a secure institution?
Raylan: No.
In fact, I hear that, uh,
Boyd Crowder's gonna rob the
bank again this very day.
Actually, I heard
the same thing.
Raylan: Did you?
Mm-hmm.
You know what else I heard?
There's a fella name of Robert
Quarles that's gonna rob
Boyd Crowder soon as
Boyd come out that bank.
Raylan: Is that right?
Mm-hmm.
They say there's about
$3 million down there.
That's funny how that money
bring together all them wayward
personalities.
But they gonna be right there --
all in the same place for you to
do whatever you want
to do with them.
Hell, I'd just let them kill each
other if I was you, but... I'm not.
Raylan: Well... Looks like Christmas
is coming early to law enforcement.
Just trying to do my
part as a good citizen.
Raylan: And clear out
the competition.
"The competition"?
Marshal, do I look like a big
criminal warlord to you?
I'm just trying to do what
I've always tried to do.
Raylan: Which is?
Get people to leave
us the hell alone.
Amen?
Amen.
Raylan: Well, I've always
said it's good to have goals.
But until I deliver that money
into the marshals service, there
ain't no way you're ever
gonna be left alone.
You just wait and let
them hit that bank.
Raylan: No.
I know it ain't there.
Don't try to tell me it is.
It may once have
been, but not now.
No. No way you'd risk it.
Now, you tell me you got Boyd
and Quarles all wrapped up in a
pretty little bow.
Fantastic.
I'm gonna make a call to
everyone who gives a shit.
In the meantime, I am telling
you, not a day passes federal
boots aren't on the ground in
nobles holler, churning up every
acre and then going over it
again, world without end, until
I get what I want.
Now, is that clear?
Boyd: Cousin Johnny, pour
us a shot of that Elmer T.!
Well? We gonna do it?
Boyd: [ Sighs ]
Well, boys, I believe
it's game on.
Dickie: Ho!
[ Laughing ] Right there's a little
bit of good news right there.
Boyd: You understand the less
I hear from you, the better.
Johnny: How we gonna do this?
Boyd: Well, that's a great
question, cousin Johnny, 'cause
I will not be the only one
going through that door.
Dickie: Hey, I'll do it.
I will do it.
Boyd: You're not invited.
The person I want to
hear from is Errol.
Unless, of course, you want to
give me that box number right now.
Well, like I said before, Mr.
Crowder, you don't get the
number until you're
in the vault.
Insurance.
You understand?
Well, I guess it don't matter 'cause
you're gonna be in there with me, right?
Dickie: Well, hold up.
Just hold up.
[ Laughing ] Okay?
I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
I-I can't be hearing this right.
Am I not invited somehow to this
whole shindig, wherein upon
we -- we're stealing my money?
Do I need to remind you, gentlemen,
whose money is this, again?
Errol, help me out.
It's your mama's money, Dickie.
Dickie: It's my mama's money.
Therefore, it is my money.
It's my birthright, okay?
So what I think we're looking
at here is something along the
lines of a 70/30 kind of split
in my favor, only because it
[laughing] Is my money. Okay?
So why don't we just cool out, draw
us up a little contract, something?
Don't need to be
fancy or anything.
We can put it on a napkin
if that's what you want.
Is that okay with you, Boyd?
Boyd: You know, my daddy --
he always told me, "Son, just
'cause you're paranoid, that don't mean
that somebody ain't out to get you."
Dickie: Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Boyd: Now, which one of you two
assholes is trying to set me up?
Salt?
Or pepper?
Dickie: Set... Boyd: Yeah, I
didn't think it was you, Dickie.
There ain't any money in that
safe-deposit box, is there, Errol?
There ain't any of
Mags' money at all.
Well, I knew it when you
came through the front door.
See, why would you step
up against Limehouse?
'Cause even with all that money,
you ain't got nowhere else to go.
So I'm gonna ask you
one more time, son.
What are you and Limehouse
trying to walk me into?
To prison, Mr. Crowder.
Helen: They're cutting you out.
They're gonna run with Dickie
Bennett instead of you.
Arlo: I got no other play!
Boyd's crew now.
This is the way it works.
Helen: Boyd's a
liar and a coward.
The man who killed me sipping
ginger tea in his bar, and here
you sit, head hung
like a piebald mule.
Arlo: You bite your
tongue, Helen!
Helen: He put you in here to rot
while he takes what he likes
and leaves you the wishbone.
Arlo: God damn it, Helen.
I said shut your mouth!
[ Glass shatters ]
Ava: Arlo!
Did you take your meds today?
Arlo: I don't need them, Ava.
Ava: I'm gonna get them anyway.
Helen: You need to take
care of business, Arlo.
[ Telephone rings ]
Ava: Arlo, get the phone!
What's he doing?
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Gasps ]
Arlo... [ ringing continues ]
You've reached Ava Crowder.
Boyd: Not Arlo's house
phone or Ava's cell.
Johnny: And you lost Quarles,
which leaves us with this shit
right here.
Boyd: Quarles is taken care of.
But this ain't like Ava.
Dickie: Hey, um, Boyd...
Um, you think maybe you'd want
to just let me know more or less
when you plan on, uh [Chuckles]
Killing me?
I mean, I think I have maybe a
right to know that much at least.
Boyd: If Limehouse wanted me
bound for jail, I'm sure he had
a word with law enforcement, and
I'm guessing part of what he
told them was that you and
Errol are still here.
Am I right, Errol?
So you rest easy,
Dickie Bennett.
You ain't gonna die this night.
I'll be back.
Don't let these two
out of your sight.
Raylan: You boys aren't
dicking around, are you?
Just like you, we
like to be prepared.
Raylan: Any word?
Yeah, my man at the bar says
that Crowder just drove away.
Raylan: You really think
this is gonna go down?
I hope so.
'Cause if I'm missing my boy's
t-ball game for nothing, I'm
gonna be pissed.
Dickie: Oh, waiting.
Waiting, waiting!
A little more waiting.
Yeah, the waiting wouldn't be so
hard if we had some decent food
or something to wait with.
Johnny?
Johnny: Grab a pretzel.
[ Both grunting ]
Dickie: Ho!
Where you going, Errol? Huh?
I can't abide you pulling
that pistol on me, Dickie.
Now, I warned you.
Dickie: Easy, easy.
Now, don't you go warning me.
[ Laughing ] I don't -- I don't think
I can handle you w-warning me.
What do you think you're gonna
do to back up your big warning
there, Errol? Huh?
Got something up your sleeve?
[ Gasps ] Oh, I see! Yeah!
You got the silent
treatment up your sleeve.
That's your answer
for everything.
Isn't it, Errol?
Dickie, put that gun down
first, and then we'll talk.
Dickie: All right. All right.
Let's talk. Let's talk. Huh?
Now, you and Limehouse --
you're hiding my money.
Where?!
I told you.
We done had that conversation.
I told you.
Dickie: Yeah.
I don't know.
You told me.
I remember what you
told me, Errol.
I remember what you said. Yeah.
"Dickie, it's okay.
Your money is right over here.
Oh, no, no. It ain't over here.
It's over there."
So now I'm back to hearing,
"Hey, ain't no money after all.
Ain't that a shame?"
I'm gonna have to call me
some bullshit on that, Errol.
I know my money ain't just gone,
and I believe you know where it
is, and I believe you're
gonna tell me where it is.
On your mark, get set...
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Tires screech ]
Thank you.
Dickie and Limehouse's man
Errol just left the bar.
Raylan: Where are they going?
I got no damn idea, but I'm gonna
find out and let you know.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Givens.
What can I do for you?
You still looking
for that money?
Boyd: Ava!
[ Knock on door ]
Ava: Boyd!
Boyd: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Are you okay?
Ava: I'm fine.
I'm -- just get me out of here!
Boyd: What happened?
Where's Arlo?
Ava: He's out of his mind.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Boyd: [ Sighs ] Yeah.
Johnny: H-hey, Boyd, listen--
Dickie got the drop on me.
And h-he and Errol--
they lit out.
When I was coming to, I heard him
say something, uh, about the money.
It's there.
It's with some girl,
Loretta, up in Lexington.
Dickie: Unbelievable.
So, we've been driving
around damn near an hour.
You haven't even been close to sure,
and now you're -- now you're sure?
Reasonably so.
Dickie: Oh.
Turn it off. Let's get out.
Here we go. Come on.
Attaboy. Let's get out.
Come on. Come on.
If you would, please, sir.
There you go.
If you would please, sir...
What you want me to do?
Dickie: ...Put the
key right in there.
There you go.
Come on.
[ Whistles ]
Now, if you would, please,
sir, one last time.
There you go.
I can't get --
Dickie: Stretch right out.
Watch your fingers.
Here we go.
What the?!
Dickie: There we go.
Watch your fingers--
fingers and toes.
Attaboy.
What the... Dickie: Yeah.
Good man.
Raylan: How you doing, Dickie?
Dickie: Raylan.
Well, well, well, here we are.
[ Laughs ]
Yeah, and you're here
because, uh -- oh, I know.
You must be here to
help hand out my money.
I got a trash bag in the car.
Raylan: I'm here to haul your
ass back to prison, just like I
promised the judge I would.
But to be honest, I didn't think
it would happen so quickly.
I mean, when was that?
A week ago Wednesday?
Dickie: And what is it you
actually think that you'd throw
me back into prison for?
'Cause I believe what you're looking
at is I'm just -- what am I doing?
I'm -- I'm coming to pay respects
to my baby adopted sister.
Is she around?
Raylan: With a loaded weapon?
Dickie: Loretta!
Raylan: That's 42
months right there.
Dickie: That's keeping her safe
right there, as far as I can tell.
Raylan: Keeping her safe?
Well, then why'd you break in?
Dickie: That door was way, way
unlocked, and we both know this.
[ Glass shatters ]
That...
Raylan: That's another 20 months.
Dickie: Is that what that is?
Raylan: Not to mention the fella you got
out there in your trunk, kidnapped.
[ Exhales sharply ]
That's about 60 months.
You're racking up quite a stay.
Dickie: The thing [Laughs]
About the fella in the tr--
fella who may or may not be in
the trunk -- 'cause he pretty much put
himself in there of his own doing.
And if I happen to have a
firearm upon me, it may have
something to do with the fact
that there are one or two people
in this world who
want to do me harm.
Raylan: You know what
your trouble is?
You keep thinking you're tough.
So you're going back to prison
to be reminded you ain't.
You're just... stupid.
You're just a stupid, craven
hillbilly piece of shit.
Hell, maybe getting tossed
around like a pool toy in the
federal pen is just
the remedy you need.
Dickie: I'm not
going back, Raylan.
Raylan: You are.
Dickie: No. No, no. No.
Raylan: Let's try to look
on the bright side, huh?
At least you got your health.
Dickie: [ Laughs ]
Raylan: Dickie, what
choice do I have?
Dickie: [ Gasping ]
Raylan: I appreciate the call.
[ Sighs ]
[ Pen clicking ]
Loretta: How'd Limehouse know that
they were gonna come after me?
Raylan: He had eyes on you ever
since Errol led Dickie off.
Figured it was just
a matter of time.
Loretta: So, what
are you gonna do?
Raylan: You understand this money
we're looking for has been
used in criminal enterprises.
Ain't any way to untangle who it
was rightfully taken from or any
way to get it back to those people
if we ever did figure it out.
If we recover it, we'd just put
it in a locker down in our
basement until we can figure out
what the hell to do with it, but
it's still my job to recover it.
And if I wanted to, I could throw your
ass in detention and make you spill.
Make you miss school, pull you out of
that foster family -- the whole deal.
Loretta: Is that what
you're gonna do?
Raylan: What do you think?
Loretta: I think you should
do what you got to do.
You won't hear me
complaining either way.
Raylan: Limehouse and I
came to an agreement.
His side was alerting me
to Dickie coming for you.
My side...
I'm gonna respect Mags'
decision.
Loretta: Well...
I'm gonna respect your decision, then.
Raylan: But I'll
tell you something.
I drive by your place and see a
brand-new Lexus in your driveway
or hear about Van Halen playing
your goddamn birthday party, I
will drop down on you like a
piano, throw your ass in hock,
and take every bit of
that money with me.
Do you understand?
Loretta: Marshal...
I strike you in any way as a Van Halen fan?
Raylan: Get out of here.
Try staying out of
trouble for once, huh?
No, I'm good.
The idea is to be better.
[ Clears throat ]
Oh! Oh.
[ Door opens ]
Mr. Duffy.
[ Clears throat ]
My favorite Wynn-Wynn situation.
Wynn: Are you smoking
Oxycontin in my motor coach?
I most certainly am.
Wynn: Do that in
your own vehicle.
My car's not that comfortable.
Wynn: Robert.
Limehouse told you
where to wait.
Go wait there.
Is daddy getting mad?
Wynn: For once in your life..
.Do what has been asked of you.
[ Coughing ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Hello.
Where are you, Mr. Quarles?
Uh...where you told me to be
waiting out for the big boom and
a-a shitload of sirens.
Well, I'm afraid you
can wait all night.
[ Coughing ]
Mr. Crowder is not
gonna hit that bank.
Why is that?
Well, you can ask him
when you see him.
[ Sniffles ]
Am I going to be
seeing him soon?
You know, I didn't tell you
because you did not need to
know, but that money he intended on
stealing from that bank belongs to me.
[ Tab pops ]
Now, the fact that he is no
longer going for it does not
mean he can avoid
paying for his intent.
Now, you told me you're a
man of special skills.
And how can I be of service?
I want you to show Boyd
Crowder them skills.
[ Coughs ] I'm sorry?
You heard me, Mr. Quarles.
[ Sighs ]
Okay, what's in it for me?
Your debt will be forgiven.
Um...and where is he?
Oh, he's at that little old bar.
Okay.
[ Sighs ]
Did you get that?
Wynn: The gist.
Yeah. Good.
You take your car,
and I'll take mine.
[ Door opens ]
Now?
Wynn: No.
Let's let him kill Crowder.
[ Engine turns over ]
Or at least try.
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Raylan: Hey, Tom. Anything?
Nothing blew up, and
no bank got robbed.
Where are you?
Raylan: Five out. Why?
Well, my man outside Crowder's
bar said someone who
looked just like Quarles just
pulled into the parking lot.
Raylan: Not too many folks
look like Robert Quarles.
I'll meet you up there.
Johnny: What the hell
is he doing here?
I thought you said it
was taken care of.
Boyd: It was supposed to be.
God damn it. [ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What's he doing now?
Johnny: Well, it looks like
he's snorting shit up his nose.
Oh, shit, shit, shit! Oh!
Boyd: Mr. Quarles?
I hate to ruin your party, but
what in the hell you doing here?
Uh, coming out slowly.
Boyd: Johnny.
My hands are in the air.
Now.
[ Cellphone beeping ]
And as you can see,
I am unarmed.
Boyd: Well, as you
can see, I'm not.
[ Ticking ]
[ Grunts ]
Oh!
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Drop your weapon,
or I will shoot.
Drop it now.
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Tires screech ]
Raylan: Tom.
Officer down! Call for help!
Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
Quarles did it.
Quarles shot him.
Drop it! Drop it!
Raylan: Mags Bennett may have
a sizeable amount
money socked away.
Loretta: You gonna
ask do I have it?
Raylan: I was just gonna ask
if you knew where she kept it.
Dickie: Where's my money, man?
We gonna need someone
with particular skills.
His initials are Boyd Crowder.
Ava: I want to show
you something.
Boyd: Dickie Bennett's
gonna pay for that.
Wynn: How long have you
been taking those?
Maybe it is time you
leave Kentucky.
I got nowhere else to go.
You deliver Quarles.
Show me you can get things done.
The 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.
Wynn: Thank you, Mr. Tonin.
I'll be in touch.
Boyd: Well, I hear my guest
here's worth some money.
Wynn: Would you say you'd be
willing just to kill him to
eliminate any chance
of his wriggling free?
Boyd: I think we can handle him.
Well, it turns out I need a place to
unload the spoils of my earlier endeavors.
There's a whorehouse, but
they also deal to the Johns.
It's called Audry's.
Hi! I think we're about
to have us some fun.
What's the price
they put on my head?
[ Electricity crackles ]
[ Click ]
Hmm. Check me out.
I'm gangsta and shit.
[ Laughs ]
That gun's so little, it's
like a lady's pistol.
What do you reckon it, a .25?
Mm... looks like a little 9-mil.
.32-caliber ACP.
.32's good.
Close range, anyway.
Hollow points.
They get inside you and they bounce around
till there's nothing left but paste.
Don't suppose I could
have that back.
Or maybe my pants.
I'm afraid I can't
help you out there.
We're supposed to keep you company
till the boss comes back.
Said to keep you comfortable.
[ Sighs ] "Comfortable"?
Is this part of
being comfortable?
[ Laughs ]
No, but that bottle
next to you is.
[ Grunts ]
There's a whole lot in here...
Enough to get us all comfortable.
What do you say, ladies?
Let's do this.
Johnny: How much?
Boyd: $200,000 alive, half
of that for a dead man.
Ava: And he is alive.
Boyd: I got him chained like
a junkyard dog at Cat and
Minerva's trailer.
Got Jimmy standing guard.
Ava: Cat and Minerva's trailer?
Boyd: Oh, I'm sorry.
I probably should check
with the proprietess.
Johnny: How do we deliver him?
Boyd: Frankfort heavy with
connections to Detroit, headed
down south as we speak.
Arlo: 200 large to get rid
of that pain in our balls.
That's a nice play, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, we still got to do
a 50/50 split with this fella
named Duffy, but it
does kill two birds.
Arlo: I'm proud of you, son.
Boyd: Why, Arlo, thank you.
That means a lot
coming from you.
Ava: And what does it
mean coming from me?
Boyd: Well, now, baby,
I -- I think you know.
[ Door opens ]
Y'all open?
Boyd: Well, Errol... did you come
all the way down here for a drink?
Not exactly, sir.
Not as such.
Boyd: Well, what
can we do for you?
I come bearing a man seeking
audience, if you'll have him.
Boyd: Well, we take all kinds.
Bring him in.
Johnny: [ Laughing ] Oh, shit.
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Hold up, now.
Boyd: Stand up. Stand up!
Man, he can't breathe in there.
Boyd: You need to breathe,
Dickie Bennett?
You want to breathe?
Dickie: Money!
Boyd: Money?
Tell you something, son.
There ain't enough money in
this whole goddamn world.
You understand me?
Huh?! You understand that?!
Look, Boyd.
That boy's mama died.
She died holding close to
$3.2 million in cash, now.
The only way you got a prayer in
ever laying hands on that money
is between us two right here.
Ava: Boyd.
He knew what he was walking
into when he came in here.
I'm curious to hear
whatever possessed him.
Dickie: [ Coughing ]
Arlo: Boyd, you don't finish this pile
of donkey shit, I'll do it myself.
Ava: No.
We'll hear him out, and
then we'll decide.
Arlo: Ava, this
boy killed Helen.
Just because you suddenly got Jesus
in your heart, all forgiven.
Ava: I hadn't forgot.
And he ain't forgiven.
Nor has he hobbled out
of here alive yet.
Now, you and he -- you
say you got some money.
Now would be a good time to start
talking about where it is.
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ trying to make it home ♪
♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I 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? ♪
Raylan: Sheriff Napier.
I still call you that, right?
I see you're still
wearing the uniform.
I won the election.
The office is in contention.
Wouldn't be here if you
didn't need something.
What the hell you want?
Raylan: Looking for
Robert Quarles.
Never heard of him.
Raylan: He's from Detroit.
He financed your
re-election campaign.
You know, if you know so much, how
come you can't find him yourself?
You're the marshal.
Isn't that what you do?
Raylan: Yeah, it is, and
this is how we do it.
You got any idea what it's like running
local law enforcement in this county?
Raylan: Some, I'd expect.
No, you don't.
At the end of the day, you truck
off to Lexington or wherever the
hell you go, put it all
in your rear-view mirror.
I go home right up
to that holler.
And let me tell you, son.
The shit follows me home
like a three-legged dog.
Raylan: You been doing
this long enough.
You should know to
pick better partners.
Oh, so now you gonna
start in on me, too.
Dragging in my financiers, starting all
that forensic-accounting bullshit.
Raylan: That's FBI and treasury.
Marshals don't give a
shit who paid who.
Then why the hell are you here?
Raylan: I told you.
I'm looking for Robert Quarles.
I'm trying to send you home with
one less problem on your mind.
Now, do you know
where he is or not?
Last I heard, he was hanging
out at a joint called Audry's,
looking to sell off some pills.
Raylan: Thank you.
Deputy, you get a chance to
put some bullets in that
towheaded son of a bitch...
Sure be nice if he knew one came from me.
♪ ♪
Whew!
Suck it down, Catty!
Own that shit, girl!
Too much for the lady to handle.
[ Coughs ]
I can handle anything
you dish out, blondie.
You ever see "Platoon."
The movie with the old people
where they go too outer space?
That's "Cocoon."
"Platoon's" the -- hold it.
Come here.
Put your mouth on this.
Don't be scared.
Step right up.
- Boom!
- [ Squeals ]
- Oh!
- [ Laughs ]
You chipped my tooth, asshole!
I'm sorry.
This'll make it
feel much better.
I promise. Trust me. Trust me.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Ta-da!
Whoo!
Where in the hell did
he get a shotgun?
We didn't bring any shells.
No shit.
Who's next on the shotgun train?
Ooh.
I got my ticket right here.
Next stop, highland park.
[ Laughs ]
Party's over, assholes.
Over? It just started.
Just point yourself in any
direction and dive right in, son.
We got paying customers inside waiting
on mouths to get in there and blow 'em.
Do you have to be such a dick?
I mean, can't you just leave
one of them here for me?
You need me to remind you how you
come to have that chain there?
Well, maybe I'll gnaw it off
like a coyote and come back and
find you and shoot
you in your face.
There's enough oxy here you'd
probably never feel it.
And then I wouldn't have to
babysit your crazy ass anymore.
[ Humming ]
♪ Ga gung ♪
[ Beat-boxing ]
Five minutes.
All right, five minutes.
Y'all got five minutes
to finish your smoke.
Then you got to get inside and
start smoking something else.
Goddamn crazy bitches.
Five minutes.
Bye.
[ Gasps ]
[ Coughing ]
Shh.
Any noise out of that filthy
whore mouth of yours and I will
rip her head off
with this chain.
Do you understand?
Jimmy, get in here.
I think he's having
some kind of seizure.
Come on!
Look, I'm just telling
you what I know.
Ava: You're saying after all
this time, Limehouse is keeping
that money in a
safety-deposit box at a bank.
Well, he got to keep it
somewhere, doesn't he?
It's the 21st century.
We hadn't been burying money under
churches for a long time now.
Boyd: Why now?
Mr. Limehouse moves the
money around all the time.
Kind of a shell game.
I heard him say he gonna move
things around again tomorrow.
Boyd: Which bank?
Gallatin. Down near Benham.
You know it?
Boyd: I have some
familiarity with it.
Meaning you robbed it.
Boyd: Got no qualms
about robbing it again.
Well, then we need to go in and--
Arlo: We ain't got any kind
of crew to go after a bank job.
I say we do both of them...
Have done with it.
Worth $3.2 million seeing
us bleed on your floor?
Arlo: It is to me.
Boyd: Errol, just give
us a moment, please.
Take all the time you need.
Boyd: Ava, I need you to take Arlo
down and reconnoiter the bank.
Try to get access to
that safe-deposit box.
See what we're dealing with.
Arlo: Why do I got to go?
Boyd: Because...
This ain't your first rodeo.
And I need your eyes the
way I need her eyes.
Ava: What are you gonna do?
Boyd: Well, I'm gonna try to
put my hands on some Emulex in
case you call and say
that this dog will hunt.
Ava: All right.
Boyd: In the meantime, I'm gonna
deliver that baby to Detroit.
Ava: Sounds good.
Let's go, Arlo.
Boyd: Hey... are you sure
you're all right with this?
Ava: $3.2 million.
I might find a way to get right.
[ Muffled shouting ]
Oh.
Raylan: You know what the two saddest
words in the English language are?
"What party?"
That's kind of how
I feel right now.
You all right, ma'am?
You okay?
I know you.
You work with Boyd, don't you?
Uh-huh.
You gonna have to get
some bolt cutters.
That pasty sack of
shit took the key.
Raylan: Quarles?
Yeah.
Raylan: He didn't say where
he was headed, did he?
What do you think?
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Are you gonna get us
out of these or what?
Raylan: Why?
From where I'm standing,
it doesn't look so bad.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Givens.
He coming back?
The boxes we have for rent
are, uh, right through here.
Miss -- Miss Reutter?
Ava: Oh. Thank you.
As you can see, uh, we have a
variety of sizes -- priced
accordingly, of course.
Ava: Of course.
But we like to think we have
something to suit everyone's needs.
Ava: Well, it certainly
would appear so.
Uh, is there, uh, any -- anything else
you'd -- you'd like to see today?
Ava: No.
I think I have seen
everything I need to.
Thank you very much.
Have you had lunch?
'Cause I was gonna step around
the corner to the luncheonette.
They got a pretty
good club sandwich.
Ava: Oh, club sandwich is my favorite, but...
Raylan: Nice car.
New state issue unmarked.
Wouldn't outrun a dairy cow.
Raylan: Well, at least it's new.
So, what's going on?
Well, we got a few things.
One is, your old pal Dickie
was up at Boyd's bar, had
Limehouse's right-hand
man in tow.
Raylan: Good a place as any
for him to die, I guess.
Why are we here?
Well, Ava left out of
there not long after.
She's been at the bank about 15
minutes.
Has your daddy along with.
Raylan: Window?
Shit. Sorry.
Raylan: Thanks.
He's over there casing the place
about as subtle as a marching band.
Raylan: Hmm.
Call the FBI?
I did.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
They mentioned something about
how this podunk chicken shack
wasn't worth their rush.
Raylan: So, Dickie's with
Limehouse's guy up at Boyd's,
and these two are down
here poking around.
Make for some
strange bedfellows.
Don't you think?
I think if I've ever seen a
clutch of fools fixin' to rob a
place, I'm looking
at it right now.
Wynn: I told you
just to kill him.
Boyd: And I told you if I'm
next to see him, I will.
Wynn: Have you got any idea
the position you put me in?
I told a man in Detroit that I
would bring him Robert Quarles.
Now, does the name Theo
Tonin ring a bell?
Boyd: No.
Wynn: No?
Let me tell you
about Theo Tonin.
The man carries an
ear in his pocket.
He carries a human
ear in his pocket.
And when he wants to talk to
somebody, he wants to get their
attention, he reaches into his
pocket, takes out the ear, and
he speaks directly into it.
Boyd: What does he say?
Wynn: The point is, Mr. Crowder,
when he asks me, and he will, where
Robert Quarles is, does Theo
Tonin sound like the kind
of man to whom you'd like to say,
"I'm sorry, but he escaped
from a disease-ridden whore
factory up in inbred holler"?!
Boyd: I'm gonna let that one go.
Now, [Clears throat] here's the thing,
Mr. Duffy -- what we have
before us, contrary to appearances,
is an amazing opportunity.
Now, later on tonight, I'm gonna
walk into a bank, I'm gonna open
a little box, and I'm gonna walk
out with $3.2 million, of which
I'm willing to give you a cut.
Now, what -- what I'd like to do
is create a diversion -- say,
blow up a car a few miles away.
And while the world is going in
one direction, well, I just walk
in the -- in the
other direction.
And what if when that car blows
up, there's a man inside?
And say that man had
brilliant blue eyes?
Wynn: And a big,
stupid baby head?
Boyd: That's the same.
Now, right out there in that truck, I got
a box full of Emulex with a cellphone
detonator.
Now, when Mr. Quarles comes to
see you -- as I know he will,
being that you are the only
friend he has left in this
world -- you call me, and I'll
come and set that charge for you.
Problem solved.
Wynn: Oh, Mr. Crowder...
I believe I know how to blow up a car.
Last time we spoke, thought I
made it fairly clear, the terms
of our arrangement.
Hand to God, I took the steps and
the direction that you indicated.
However, my enemies
derailed my plans.
And you figured you could just come
walking back up in here empty-handed.
Well, I figured there must
be a way that a man of my
particular skill set could be of
service to your organization.
And what exactly would that be--
your particular skill set?
Oh, I think you know.
You are offering
your loyal services?
There just might be a way I can
use them if you understand there
will be no derailing.
Either you follow this plan till
the end of the line or you add
me to your list of enemies,
which, I assure you, is not a
place you want to find yourself.
Do we understand each other?
We understand.
Tonight Boyd Crowder is gonna
rob that bank in Gallatin the
way he always does -- blow up
something on one end of town,
and while all eyes are there,
he's gonna hit the bank.
Now, when you hear the big boom,
you put your game face on, mister.
And when Boyd comes out that bank, you
hit him hard, and you get that money.
Any questions so far?
Where's Gallatin?
Ava: One guard, and that amount
of money -- it's gonna be
in one of the big boxes.
Dickie: Hey, hey!
So, I ain't allowed to take part
in the conversation about how to
steal my $3 million?
Johnny: Shut your hole, dick.
Dickie: You want to
just tell me that?
Ava: As I was saying, that
amount of money's gonna have to
be in one of those big boxes.
They're all along this
wall -- bottom row.
Boyd: Well, I think I've heard
everything I need to hear.
Arlo: Me too.
I'm shit with explosives.
How about I drive?
Boyd: Actually, Arlo, you're
gonna sit this one out.
Arlo: What?!
Boyd: So are you, baby.
Ava: Wait a minute.
[ Chuckles ]
There ain't no reason to
keep me at a distance.
I can pull --
Boyd: They already got you on a security camera.
Now, I need you to take Arlo
back to the house, sit by the
phone in case anything
goes sideways.
Arlo: You gonna bench me while
Dickie Bennett sits out
there eating all our pretzels?!
Hell no!
Boyd: Arlo.
Listen, I'm not saying you're a
lion in winter, but your roar
ain't what it used to be.
Now, we gonna take care of Dickie
Bennett when the time is right.
Arlo: God damn, Boyd!
Boyd: Out of respect for your age
and the place you hold in my
heart, I'm not telling you.
I'm asking you.
Now, go with Ava.
Let me do what I got to do.
Ava: Come on, Arlo.
Arlo: I ain't helpless.
I'm strong as a goddamn bull.
Raylan, you know that.
Ava: Arlo.
Arlo: You know I ain't helpless.
I can take any bank in
this county all by myself.
Ava: No one's saying
you're helpless, Arlo.
Come on.
Arlo: I don't need you, Boyd.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Wynn: Robert!
Where are you?
Where are you?
Wynn: I'm in Harlan,
looking for you.
Good.
Because, Wynn, we've been
presented with an opportunity to
not only survive, but prosper.
I need you to meet me outside
the Gallatin bank on main.
Wynn: Let's go.
[ Humming ]
Marshal Givens.
Raylan: Escort's a nice touch.
It's like visiting
the Wizard Of Oz.
Yeah, I never seen it.
All them flying monkeys?
Mnh-mnh!
Raylan: Well, you
should stick with it.
At the end, they pull the
curtain back -- turns out the
guy's kind of a pussy.
How you been, Ellstin?
I was wondering when you was
gonna make your way up here.
Raylan: I had to stop
off at the bank first.
You know Gallatin down the road?
You know they give out toasters
still if you open an account
there.
Yeah, you get yourself
one of them toasters?
Raylan: No. Did you?
Surprised to hear you keep your
money there, seeing as that
everyone knows that place has
been robbed so many times.
So you're saying it's not
a secure institution?
Raylan: No.
In fact, I hear that, uh,
Boyd Crowder's gonna rob the
bank again this very day.
Actually, I heard
the same thing.
Raylan: Did you?
Mm-hmm.
You know what else I heard?
There's a fella name of Robert
Quarles that's gonna rob
Boyd Crowder soon as
Boyd come out that bank.
Raylan: Is that right?
Mm-hmm.
They say there's about
$3 million down there.
That's funny how that money
bring together all them wayward
personalities.
But they gonna be right there --
all in the same place for you to
do whatever you want
to do with them.
Hell, I'd just let them kill each
other if I was you, but... I'm not.
Raylan: Well... Looks like Christmas
is coming early to law enforcement.
Just trying to do my
part as a good citizen.
Raylan: And clear out
the competition.
"The competition"?
Marshal, do I look like a big
criminal warlord to you?
I'm just trying to do what
I've always tried to do.
Raylan: Which is?
Get people to leave
us the hell alone.
Amen?
Amen.
Raylan: Well, I've always
said it's good to have goals.
But until I deliver that money
into the marshals service, there
ain't no way you're ever
gonna be left alone.
You just wait and let
them hit that bank.
Raylan: No.
I know it ain't there.
Don't try to tell me it is.
It may once have
been, but not now.
No. No way you'd risk it.
Now, you tell me you got Boyd
and Quarles all wrapped up in a
pretty little bow.
Fantastic.
I'm gonna make a call to
everyone who gives a shit.
In the meantime, I am telling
you, not a day passes federal
boots aren't on the ground in
nobles holler, churning up every
acre and then going over it
again, world without end, until
I get what I want.
Now, is that clear?
Boyd: Cousin Johnny, pour
us a shot of that Elmer T.!
Well? We gonna do it?
Boyd: [ Sighs ]
Well, boys, I believe
it's game on.
Dickie: Ho!
[ Laughing ] Right there's a little
bit of good news right there.
Boyd: You understand the less
I hear from you, the better.
Johnny: How we gonna do this?
Boyd: Well, that's a great
question, cousin Johnny, 'cause
I will not be the only one
going through that door.
Dickie: Hey, I'll do it.
I will do it.
Boyd: You're not invited.
The person I want to
hear from is Errol.
Unless, of course, you want to
give me that box number right now.
Well, like I said before, Mr.
Crowder, you don't get the
number until you're
in the vault.
Insurance.
You understand?
Well, I guess it don't matter 'cause
you're gonna be in there with me, right?
Dickie: Well, hold up.
Just hold up.
[ Laughing ] Okay?
I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
I-I can't be hearing this right.
Am I not invited somehow to this
whole shindig, wherein upon
we -- we're stealing my money?
Do I need to remind you, gentlemen,
whose money is this, again?
Errol, help me out.
It's your mama's money, Dickie.
Dickie: It's my mama's money.
Therefore, it is my money.
It's my birthright, okay?
So what I think we're looking
at here is something along the
lines of a 70/30 kind of split
in my favor, only because it
[laughing] Is my money. Okay?
So why don't we just cool out, draw
us up a little contract, something?
Don't need to be
fancy or anything.
We can put it on a napkin
if that's what you want.
Is that okay with you, Boyd?
Boyd: You know, my daddy --
he always told me, "Son, just
'cause you're paranoid, that don't mean
that somebody ain't out to get you."
Dickie: Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Boyd: Now, which one of you two
assholes is trying to set me up?
Salt?
Or pepper?
Dickie: Set... Boyd: Yeah, I
didn't think it was you, Dickie.
There ain't any money in that
safe-deposit box, is there, Errol?
There ain't any of
Mags' money at all.
Well, I knew it when you
came through the front door.
See, why would you step
up against Limehouse?
'Cause even with all that money,
you ain't got nowhere else to go.
So I'm gonna ask you
one more time, son.
What are you and Limehouse
trying to walk me into?
To prison, Mr. Crowder.
Helen: They're cutting you out.
They're gonna run with Dickie
Bennett instead of you.
Arlo: I got no other play!
Boyd's crew now.
This is the way it works.
Helen: Boyd's a
liar and a coward.
The man who killed me sipping
ginger tea in his bar, and here
you sit, head hung
like a piebald mule.
Arlo: You bite your
tongue, Helen!
Helen: He put you in here to rot
while he takes what he likes
and leaves you the wishbone.
Arlo: God damn it, Helen.
I said shut your mouth!
[ Glass shatters ]
Ava: Arlo!
Did you take your meds today?
Arlo: I don't need them, Ava.
Ava: I'm gonna get them anyway.
Helen: You need to take
care of business, Arlo.
[ Telephone rings ]
Ava: Arlo, get the phone!
What's he doing?
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Gasps ]
Arlo... [ ringing continues ]
You've reached Ava Crowder.
Boyd: Not Arlo's house
phone or Ava's cell.
Johnny: And you lost Quarles,
which leaves us with this shit
right here.
Boyd: Quarles is taken care of.
But this ain't like Ava.
Dickie: Hey, um, Boyd...
Um, you think maybe you'd want
to just let me know more or less
when you plan on, uh [Chuckles]
Killing me?
I mean, I think I have maybe a
right to know that much at least.
Boyd: If Limehouse wanted me
bound for jail, I'm sure he had
a word with law enforcement, and
I'm guessing part of what he
told them was that you and
Errol are still here.
Am I right, Errol?
So you rest easy,
Dickie Bennett.
You ain't gonna die this night.
I'll be back.
Don't let these two
out of your sight.
Raylan: You boys aren't
dicking around, are you?
Just like you, we
like to be prepared.
Raylan: Any word?
Yeah, my man at the bar says
that Crowder just drove away.
Raylan: You really think
this is gonna go down?
I hope so.
'Cause if I'm missing my boy's
t-ball game for nothing, I'm
gonna be pissed.
Dickie: Oh, waiting.
Waiting, waiting!
A little more waiting.
Yeah, the waiting wouldn't be so
hard if we had some decent food
or something to wait with.
Johnny?
Johnny: Grab a pretzel.
[ Both grunting ]
Dickie: Ho!
Where you going, Errol? Huh?
I can't abide you pulling
that pistol on me, Dickie.
Now, I warned you.
Dickie: Easy, easy.
Now, don't you go warning me.
[ Laughing ] I don't -- I don't think
I can handle you w-warning me.
What do you think you're gonna
do to back up your big warning
there, Errol? Huh?
Got something up your sleeve?
[ Gasps ] Oh, I see! Yeah!
You got the silent
treatment up your sleeve.
That's your answer
for everything.
Isn't it, Errol?
Dickie, put that gun down
first, and then we'll talk.
Dickie: All right. All right.
Let's talk. Let's talk. Huh?
Now, you and Limehouse --
you're hiding my money.
Where?!
I told you.
We done had that conversation.
I told you.
Dickie: Yeah.
I don't know.
You told me.
I remember what you
told me, Errol.
I remember what you said. Yeah.
"Dickie, it's okay.
Your money is right over here.
Oh, no, no. It ain't over here.
It's over there."
So now I'm back to hearing,
"Hey, ain't no money after all.
Ain't that a shame?"
I'm gonna have to call me
some bullshit on that, Errol.
I know my money ain't just gone,
and I believe you know where it
is, and I believe you're
gonna tell me where it is.
On your mark, get set...
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Tires screech ]
Thank you.
Dickie and Limehouse's man
Errol just left the bar.
Raylan: Where are they going?
I got no damn idea, but I'm gonna
find out and let you know.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Givens.
What can I do for you?
You still looking
for that money?
Boyd: Ava!
[ Knock on door ]
Ava: Boyd!
Boyd: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Are you okay?
Ava: I'm fine.
I'm -- just get me out of here!
Boyd: What happened?
Where's Arlo?
Ava: He's out of his mind.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Boyd: [ Sighs ] Yeah.
Johnny: H-hey, Boyd, listen--
Dickie got the drop on me.
And h-he and Errol--
they lit out.
When I was coming to, I heard him
say something, uh, about the money.
It's there.
It's with some girl,
Loretta, up in Lexington.
Dickie: Unbelievable.
So, we've been driving
around damn near an hour.
You haven't even been close to sure,
and now you're -- now you're sure?
Reasonably so.
Dickie: Oh.
Turn it off. Let's get out.
Here we go. Come on.
Attaboy. Let's get out.
Come on. Come on.
If you would, please, sir.
There you go.
If you would please, sir...
What you want me to do?
Dickie: ...Put the
key right in there.
There you go.
Come on.
[ Whistles ]
Now, if you would, please,
sir, one last time.
There you go.
I can't get --
Dickie: Stretch right out.
Watch your fingers.
Here we go.
What the?!
Dickie: There we go.
Watch your fingers--
fingers and toes.
Attaboy.
What the... Dickie: Yeah.
Good man.
Raylan: How you doing, Dickie?
Dickie: Raylan.
Well, well, well, here we are.
[ Laughs ]
Yeah, and you're here
because, uh -- oh, I know.
You must be here to
help hand out my money.
I got a trash bag in the car.
Raylan: I'm here to haul your
ass back to prison, just like I
promised the judge I would.
But to be honest, I didn't think
it would happen so quickly.
I mean, when was that?
A week ago Wednesday?
Dickie: And what is it you
actually think that you'd throw
me back into prison for?
'Cause I believe what you're looking
at is I'm just -- what am I doing?
I'm -- I'm coming to pay respects
to my baby adopted sister.
Is she around?
Raylan: With a loaded weapon?
Dickie: Loretta!
Raylan: That's 42
months right there.
Dickie: That's keeping her safe
right there, as far as I can tell.
Raylan: Keeping her safe?
Well, then why'd you break in?
Dickie: That door was way, way
unlocked, and we both know this.
[ Glass shatters ]
That...
Raylan: That's another 20 months.
Dickie: Is that what that is?
Raylan: Not to mention the fella you got
out there in your trunk, kidnapped.
[ Exhales sharply ]
That's about 60 months.
You're racking up quite a stay.
Dickie: The thing [Laughs]
About the fella in the tr--
fella who may or may not be in
the trunk -- 'cause he pretty much put
himself in there of his own doing.
And if I happen to have a
firearm upon me, it may have
something to do with the fact
that there are one or two people
in this world who
want to do me harm.
Raylan: You know what
your trouble is?
You keep thinking you're tough.
So you're going back to prison
to be reminded you ain't.
You're just... stupid.
You're just a stupid, craven
hillbilly piece of shit.
Hell, maybe getting tossed
around like a pool toy in the
federal pen is just
the remedy you need.
Dickie: I'm not
going back, Raylan.
Raylan: You are.
Dickie: No. No, no. No.
Raylan: Let's try to look
on the bright side, huh?
At least you got your health.
Dickie: [ Laughs ]
Raylan: Dickie, what
choice do I have?
Dickie: [ Gasping ]
Raylan: I appreciate the call.
[ Sighs ]
[ Pen clicking ]
Loretta: How'd Limehouse know that
they were gonna come after me?
Raylan: He had eyes on you ever
since Errol led Dickie off.
Figured it was just
a matter of time.
Loretta: So, what
are you gonna do?
Raylan: You understand this money
we're looking for has been
used in criminal enterprises.
Ain't any way to untangle who it
was rightfully taken from or any
way to get it back to those people
if we ever did figure it out.
If we recover it, we'd just put
it in a locker down in our
basement until we can figure out
what the hell to do with it, but
it's still my job to recover it.
And if I wanted to, I could throw your
ass in detention and make you spill.
Make you miss school, pull you out of
that foster family -- the whole deal.
Loretta: Is that what
you're gonna do?
Raylan: What do you think?
Loretta: I think you should
do what you got to do.
You won't hear me
complaining either way.
Raylan: Limehouse and I
came to an agreement.
His side was alerting me
to Dickie coming for you.
My side...
I'm gonna respect Mags'
decision.
Loretta: Well...
I'm gonna respect your decision, then.
Raylan: But I'll
tell you something.
I drive by your place and see a
brand-new Lexus in your driveway
or hear about Van Halen playing
your goddamn birthday party, I
will drop down on you like a
piano, throw your ass in hock,
and take every bit of
that money with me.
Do you understand?
Loretta: Marshal...
I strike you in any way as a Van Halen fan?
Raylan: Get out of here.
Try staying out of
trouble for once, huh?
No, I'm good.
The idea is to be better.
[ Clears throat ]
Oh! Oh.
[ Door opens ]
Mr. Duffy.
[ Clears throat ]
My favorite Wynn-Wynn situation.
Wynn: Are you smoking
Oxycontin in my motor coach?
I most certainly am.
Wynn: Do that in
your own vehicle.
My car's not that comfortable.
Wynn: Robert.
Limehouse told you
where to wait.
Go wait there.
Is daddy getting mad?
Wynn: For once in your life..
.Do what has been asked of you.
[ Coughing ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Hello.
Where are you, Mr. Quarles?
Uh...where you told me to be
waiting out for the big boom and
a-a shitload of sirens.
Well, I'm afraid you
can wait all night.
[ Coughing ]
Mr. Crowder is not
gonna hit that bank.
Why is that?
Well, you can ask him
when you see him.
[ Sniffles ]
Am I going to be
seeing him soon?
You know, I didn't tell you
because you did not need to
know, but that money he intended on
stealing from that bank belongs to me.
[ Tab pops ]
Now, the fact that he is no
longer going for it does not
mean he can avoid
paying for his intent.
Now, you told me you're a
man of special skills.
And how can I be of service?
I want you to show Boyd
Crowder them skills.
[ Coughs ] I'm sorry?
You heard me, Mr. Quarles.
[ Sighs ]
Okay, what's in it for me?
Your debt will be forgiven.
Um...and where is he?
Oh, he's at that little old bar.
Okay.
[ Sighs ]
Did you get that?
Wynn: The gist.
Yeah. Good.
You take your car,
and I'll take mine.
[ Door opens ]
Now?
Wynn: No.
Let's let him kill Crowder.
[ Engine turns over ]
Or at least try.
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Raylan: Hey, Tom. Anything?
Nothing blew up, and
no bank got robbed.
Where are you?
Raylan: Five out. Why?
Well, my man outside Crowder's
bar said someone who
looked just like Quarles just
pulled into the parking lot.
Raylan: Not too many folks
look like Robert Quarles.
I'll meet you up there.
Johnny: What the hell
is he doing here?
I thought you said it
was taken care of.
Boyd: It was supposed to be.
God damn it. [ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What's he doing now?
Johnny: Well, it looks like
he's snorting shit up his nose.
Oh, shit, shit, shit! Oh!
Boyd: Mr. Quarles?
I hate to ruin your party, but
what in the hell you doing here?
Uh, coming out slowly.
Boyd: Johnny.
My hands are in the air.
Now.
[ Cellphone beeping ]
And as you can see,
I am unarmed.
Boyd: Well, as you
can see, I'm not.
[ Ticking ]
[ Grunts ]
Oh!
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Drop your weapon,
or I will shoot.
Drop it now.
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Tires screech ]
Raylan: Tom.
Officer down! Call for help!
Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
Quarles did it.
Quarles shot him.
Drop it! Drop it!