Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 2 - Cut Ties - full transcript

Previously on Justified...

Hello, Ava.

You're pregnant?

It's like the best news I've heard in, like...

- Ever?
- That's the word I was looking for.

Maybe we should, I don't know,

start looking for a house or something.

You know the baby's the size of a walnut
right now, don't you?

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

Mags' bank accounts have been seized
along with her property,

but there's still a sizeable amount
of money missing.



How sizeable, Raylan?

Well over $10.

Tell you what. I'll ask around.
See if I can't get a line on that money for you.

- I appreciate it.
- In exchange for an apology.

I'm sorry. What?

By the time I got out
to Wade Messer's house,

Dickie Bennett was tuning you up like
it was his birthday and you were his piñata.

- You're saying you saved my life.
- Are you saying I didn't?

You think I'm gonna hand a man over
to you to be murdered like he is, what,

some pig I borrowed from you?

You gave me your word.

I got half a mind to kick...

What the hell's he doing here?

And this home is one
I think you both will really enjoy.



Several amenities, including convenient
shopping and some wonderful restaurants,

as well as a number of top private schools.
And you'll find...

Mr. Hawkins. So glad to finally meet you.

I don't see why that's so funny.

You know what?
Why don't we start with the backyard?

Right this way.

I swear to God, I didn't know they were
here until I heard them downstairs.

And yet you managed
to get all your clothes on.

Hey, the only reason we're here is
'cause of you.

I guess.

You guess? No. No guess.
That's why we're here.

Well, least I don't have to worry about
you taking up with the realtor.

Why's that?

'Cause she's too old for you.

That guy was cute, though.

I think he's married.

So was I.

Too short for me, though. I need someone
tall and strapping, like a... Like...

- Like a...
- Like a fireman.

Like a lion tamer.

Outdoorsy. Good with animals.

Can find alternative uses
for household furniture.

No, as far as realtors go, I'm done.

Person spends enough time lying
for a living,

gets to the point where you realize

the only thing he doesn't mean
is what he's actually saying.

I'm sorry. Say that again?

Crowder!

You got a visitor.

Let's go!

Well, hello, Raylan. There you are.
Hello, Raylan. This is a surprise.

Did you know my mama's Uncle Everett?

Owned that squat, irritable boar.

Charge you 12 bucks
to breed your sow with it.

That sounds vaguely familiar.

He thought he was gonna be a prizefighter
till Tommy Hearns detached both his retinas.

You don't say.

He once told me
that he wouldn't have relations

in the three weeks prior to any fight.

To keep his legs fresh?

Because of his head.

He said women were put here
on Earth to turn men's head to mush.

Raylan, what are we talking about?

What do you make of a man who divorces
a woman, then gets her pregnant,

then wonders if maybe
they should move in together?

Well, now, Raylan, you're talking to a man

who's sleeping with his dead
brother's widow and murderess,

so if you're looking for someone
to cast stones at you on this matter,

I think you've picked the wrong sinner.

I have not been myself, Boyd.

I couldn't see that you weren't
assaulting a federal officer.

You were just having a dustup
with an old buddy. And, hey,

it takes two to make an accident. I know that.

So, I talked to AUSA.

I told them I want to amend my statement.

And hopefully we'll have you out of here
by the end of the day.

- I'm sorry...
- It might not be till tomorrow morning

'cause the warden likes to do
his releases after wake-up.

But I just hope you'll understand.

Raylan...

I'm done.

Lot of action down here lately, if you
believe what you read in the papers.

Nah, it's mostly local stuff, you know,
up in the hills.

I don't think it'd bother your people
too much.

Boy, I got one boy, though,
keeps finding himself in the middle of it.

Finding himself or putting himself?

Yeah, I think he might be my penance
for all the shit I put my first chief through.

Probably.

First few years I had my star,

I kept waiting for my chance to walk in
the saloon through the swinging doors,

hear my spurs scrape on that wood floor.

Piano player stops playing.
Everybody's head turns and looks at you.

"Who is that tall stranger with the badge?"

You know, I used to wonder
how I'd match up with those old-timers.

You know, Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson,
Bass Reeves.

One of my all-time favorites.

And good luck trying to find a movie
about him.

Somebody needs to tell Denzel that story.

Bill, I got to get back to work.

Yep. I can take a hint. I got rounds to make.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

You stop by next time you're through.

I'll do it. Who else is gonna keep me
apprised of the local mischief?

That's right.

- Dewey, you stand away from me.
- Boyd, listen.

Dewey, I know Dickie Bennett's
your new road dog,

but this business ain't got
nothing to do with you.

Now, when I spot him, I'm gonna go for him.
You best not be in between.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.
He's not here.

A couple screws just came,
took him to isolation.

I guess they must have been tossing cells
while we were at rec time

and found some contraband
under his mattress.

I wonder how many days he'll get.

- What?
- Raylan.

- Raylan Givens? What's he got to do...
- Any chance you been here long enough

to know which one
of these hacks is approachable?

The kind of guy that will smuggle in
a cell phone for you for the right price?

What do you need a phone for?

I don't.

- "The wind tickled Calliope's whiskers."
- You skipped a part.

Well, how do you know? You can't even read.

Did you skip a part or not?

Well, you seem to think so.

I know so.

Baby's down. Finally.

Your turn, June Bug.

Mommy, I don't need to take a nap.
Naps are for babies.

Naps are for Mommy
so she doesn't lose her mind.

Now say goodbye to Uncle Bill.
He's gonna be gone before you get up.

Bye-bye.

All right. Come on.

Thank you, ma'am.

No contact with your family?

'Course not.

Not even a quick call to your mama on
her birthday?

Not even.

Nobody from your old life?

I am following the guidelines.

What about June?
Is she following the guidelines, too?

Probably not.

Good news is she tells her teacher one day
that she used to live in New Mexico,

and the next day, she used
to be the princess of Fairyland.

I can't imagine anybody takes her word
as gospel.

Gets easier.

Once you testify,
that's not hanging over you.

This will always be hanging over me.

You think Carlos Salazar is one
to forgive and forget?

The entire 40-year history
of the WitSec program,

however many thousand witnesses,

we never lost a one
who followed the guidelines.

Jesus, Bill, you scared the hell out of me.

You better have one hell of a story to tell me.

I do. I do. You ain't gonna believe this.

I got to show you something.

Stay there! Stay there! Get your hands
off it, Bill. I'll shoot you in the head.

Get your hands off it!

Where's your piece?
Get your friggin' leg down.

Get out of here!

Sorry, Bill, but you know how it is.

Deputy Brooks.
My office called to tell you to expect me.

- Yeah. Yeah. But...
- Hug me.

In case anyone's watching.

I'm your college roommate,
and I'm visiting from Dallas.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

I think we might be in trouble.

I still... I feel like I still have some
of that jelly on my stomach.

- No, I mean, just from this angle...
- Wish somebody would get me a wet wipe.

...It bears a striking resemblance to
the creature from Alien.

It's six weeks old, Raylan.

Fine. Don't come running to me when
it busts out your ribcage.

I'm so glad you're having fun with all this.

Mostly I'm just scared.

That's just what every little girl
dreams Prince Charming will say.

I'm scared, too. FYI.

Do you remember the other day,
I said something

about me and you starting to
look for a house?

- Think we should start looking for a house?
- That what you want?

Why wouldn't I?

I mean, have you given it any thought,
what you want to do after your place sells?

Some.

- Shit.
- What?

I forgot to turn my phone back on.

- Seventeen missed calls. That's bad.
- I gotta go.

- How come your phone's off?
- I...

Deputy Givens, Assistant Director Goodall.

Hello, Raylan.

Goodall?

And here I thought you'd be more
surprised by the "assistant director."

What are you doing here?

Marshal Bill Nichols. His car was found
parked outside the diner at Castlewood.

Body was dumped near a pasture
at Khartoum Farms

probably sometime around midnight.

Said the stink was spooking the horses.

Body was mostly bled out.

Three shots, leg and head.

Leg shots were sufficiently clotted

that the ME says that it was probably made
several hours before the kill shot.

- I don't like where that leads.
- No. Me, neither.

Till we know different,
we have to assume he was tortured

into giving up the location
of one of his people.

How many people did he have?

Three in the eastern district.

Mary Archer, Darrell Simmonds,
and Terry Powe,

but he was responsible for all the WitSec
clients in the state and Ohio, too.

- We moving them?
- No, we're just sitting on them right now.

Rachel's with Mary and her two kids
in Castlewood.

Tim's down in Versailles with Simmonds,

and Powe's with the LPD
until I can get there.

And you're just gonna keep me here when
we're "all hands on deck"?

No, you're coming with me
to see Little Joe Delahunt.

Remember him from your
O.C. Task Force days?

We're going to Boston?

Little Joe's in Lexington.
Has been for the last three days.

- So?
- So, before he went into WitSec,

Terry Powe was a button man
named Walter Vondas.

Put Big Joe Delahunt in Leavenworth
for life times 14.

Who's driving?

He got guys with him?

We should assume so.

Be nice not to have
to kick the door down blind.

I could just knock, and whoever answers,
I pull him out by the hair.

Little Joe answers, you could.
He's pretty little.

Little guys are always the worst.
They're more physical.

How about you knock,
no matter who answers, you say,

"Oh, geez. I'm sorry.
I have the wrong room"?

- "Oh, geez. I'm sorry"?
- "I have the wrong room."

You're different than I remember.

Yeah, well, I'm older.

No. It's something else.

When did you get married?

Few months before I got divorced.

Anyway, I think it's a good plan.

Unless he doesn't follow.

Nothing I can think of that would keep
a guy from coming after you.

Mr. Powe, Chief Deputy Art Mullen.
You should be expecting me.

- What did you guys screw up this time?
- Excuse me?

The guy on the phone said you were
coming by, but he didn't say why.

Mr. Powe, could we do this inside

in case your neighbors are looking
out the window, please?

Yeah, yeah.

He said you were coming by.
He didn't say why,

but I've been through enough of these
scrambles to know it must be a screw-up...

Mr. Powe, I'm gonna have to ask you to
step away from the window, please.

Yeah. All right.

You know, most of the places I've been,
lawmen always travel in packs.

Roxbury detectives came to get me once.
They sent nine of them.

Nine of them in two cars. They were...
They were packed in there like circus clowns.

But you WitSec boys are the only ones
I've ever known to travel solo.

- I'm not with WitSec.
- Oh, no?

Mr. Powe, I'm going to ask you again to
step away from the window.

And I'm gonna ask you again
what this is all about.

Got to be some kind of threat.

Otherwise, why you telling me
to get away from the window?

But if that's the case,
why don't you just move me?

You ain't moving me 'cause you ain't
certain the threat's for me, right?

But then if that's the case...

Holy shit.

Did something happen to Nichols?

That's it, right?

That's why I couldn't get him
on the phone this morning.

What is he, missing or dead?

So, what, do you collect reptiles?

Yeah. I collect all kinds of reptiles.

Got 15 of them. The broads love them.

What do you do with them? You pet them?

Pet them? You can't pet them.
I don't pet them. I don't walk them.

I just throw food in there,
and I leave them alone. I just...

Never understood
that whole pet-reptile thing.

Might be better for you
to pack a bag, Mr. Powe,

in case we do have to move you.

Yeah, all right.

What do you feed them? Mice?

I'll tell you the truth.
I don't know what to feed them.

Everything I put in there, they don't eat.
They just die.

I end up feeding them to the snake.

You know, it's a real shame about Nichols.

I always liked him. He was very decent to me.

Always treated me with respect.

You know, I'll tell you, Chief y,
you catch up with this guy,

you ought to give me a call
before you bring him in, you know?

- Nichols deserves some payback.
- Mr. Powe...

Hey, hey, you know what?
Call me Walt, all right?

What happened to "Terry"?

Who's gonna overhear?

Mr. Powe, I hope you're not informing
a sworn officer of the law

of your intention to commit a major felony.

Nah. I mean, look, call it a joke if you want,
you know?

All I'm saying is that whoever did this
to Nichols needs to pay for it.

That's all.

You boys mind if I work in a set?

Let's get this sleeve off.

Well, I think I might need a spot.

Here you go, fool.

Oh, my goodness.
I must have the wrong room.

Oh, no. You're wrong, honey.
This is definitely where you belong.

Let go of my arm, or I'll call the manager.

Hey, now, honey.
I apologize if we got off the wrong foot.

Why don't you come inside?

We'll grab a couple
of those travel bottles in the minibar,

see if I can't put a smile on that pretty face.

Butchie, what the hell's going on, huh?

- And who is this guy?
- Where the hell is the goddamn ice machine?

I'll show you where it is.

US Marshal. Who else is inside?

You just broke my damn hand!

At least you put a smile on my face.
Who else is inside?

You stay right there.

I'm starting to doubt your plan.

He came after you, didn't he?

Be a doll and get me my purse.

Hell. US Marshals! Open the door!

Raylan? Raylan Givens?

Open the door, Joe.

Who's the girl?

- Assistant Director...
- Goodall.

- ...Goodall.
- Yeah, what's she want?

Right now what I want is for you
to open the door.

I guess if you had a warrant,
you'd have said so already.

What kind of half-assed assistant director
doesn't have the juice

to get herself a warrant?

You know, you're right.
I don't have a warrant.

You want to talk about juice, though?

I have the juice
to get your daddy put in solitary,

fed all his meals through a slot in the door.

I have the juice to kick open this door
and make you put your hand in there

while I kick it closed again,

and I'm gonna do that over and over again
until you tell me

which one of your guys murdered
a Deputy Marshal.

And if you still don't,
then I'm gonna get mean.

Whichever of my guys did what?

What's going on, Raylan?

You're sure?

Yeah. No, I'll take care of it.

Everything all right?

Actually, no. Little Joe's here in Kentucky.

We think some of his guys
might be on the way over here.

- What does that mean?
- That means we have to get out of here,

so get your bag.

So, I really got to stay down here
the whole time?

Yeah. Sorry. Protocol.

Same protocol that says you got
to take my car?

If your vehicle had been compromised,

if they had installed a tracking device
on it or something,

they would have already been
at your address,

which would mean they wouldn't need
to track your car.

Makes sense.

Look, this is probably not the thing you want
to hear from the guy

that's supposed to be protecting your life,

but I really have no idea
where that safe house is.

Do you mind if I use your navigation system?

Knock yourself out.

Hey, you think they're gonna
relocate me again?

Tell you, if they do, this time,
I got to spend more time picking my name.

That "Terry" was like a joke.

You know, like that movie
with the guy and his wife.

They get their WitSec names,
and the wife says, "Terry,"

and the Marshal or whatever, he says,
"No, no. That's your name."

Tell you, I can use a new gig, too.

You think they would let me work
in a bar or something?

You know what?
We're not as far away as I thought.

You kidding me? Already?

What the...

- Get out, you son of a bitch.
- All right. All right.

Mr. Crowder, federal law requires me

to give you the option
to refuse all medical treatment

and to also tell you that by doing so
may result in disciplinary action.

Do I have your consent to proceed?

You do.

All right. Let's see here.

Open five.

Ask my permission to use my car.
Ask my permission to use the nav.

Real careful. Make sure you're doing
everything by the book.

Then we get here, you start searching
my friggin' house without a warrant?

Well, we were using the new book then.

Now we're using the old book.

That's my savings. I don't trust the banks.

Walter, all that permission I was asking
was before I got into your nav system

and figured out exactly where your car was
at the moment Bill Nichols was killed.

Now, we don't have a lot of time here.

You got one chance, exactly one,
to tell me what you did.

All right.

We'll stick to the Old Testament, then.

You know, back in the old days, we used
to use the phone book. You know, whack!

But people don't even
have phone books anymore.

We still used to tell people,

"You have the right to remain silent as
long as you can stand the pain."

Son of a bitch!

That phone call I got

was from my guy who I sent
to brace Little Joe.

And the kid gave you up,
said that you called him a few days ago,

and you asked him how much it would cost
for you to buy back into the game,

square everything
for sending the old man to jail.

He told you $2 million,
thinking that you'd never come up with it,

and then you told him to come on down here
to Kentucky.

Now, the way I figure it,

the only way you come up with that kind
of money is by trailing your WitSec Marshal,

finding out where all his other clients are,

and then selling out at least one of them
to whoever's looking for him.

So, what happened?

Nichols figured out you were trailing him.

Yeah, let me guess.

You never planned on killing him.

- It just kind of happened.
- Yeah.

I know what you mean.
I didn't really plan any of this.

Just kind of happened.

So, the only people you intended to hurt
were your fellow protectees,

people in the exact same position as you,

living scared every day of their lives.

Except that maybe some of them were
in the Witness Protection Program

'cause they wanted to do the right thing

and not because they were a sniveling,
murdering, piece of shit like you,

who just wanted to stay out of jail.

That the gun you killed Nichols with?

- You need to talk to me, Walter!
- Hey!

All right. This is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna tell me who you sold out
and who you sold them out to.

Otherwise, I'm gonna take your gun.

I'm gonna fire a couple bullets into that wall
over there, and then I'm gonna take my gun.

I'm gonna fire a couple bullets into your face.

Then, when the cavalry gets here,
I'll just tell them

that you drew down on me,
and I did what I had to do.

I don't think anybody will shed
too many tears.

Hey! Hey!

Deputy Brooks, I was about
to make some tea. You want some?

- Thanks. That would be wonderful.
- Okay.

Hey, Art.

They're already here.

- Art?
- Yeah.

He followed Nichols, sold out Mary Archer.
We got to go.

Let's go!

Oh, my God.

Rachel, talk to me.

We're good, Art.

Hey, hey. Come... Come on.

Ain't you supposed to call out
the cell number when you're opening up?

Hello, Dick.

Help!

There ain't nobody
gonna save you now, Dick.

Are you ready for what it's gonna feel like
when I open you up?

That blood pouring out of you.

The air whistling through that little hole
I'm about to make in your neck.

I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth.

But if I even think for one second you
gonna scream, trust me, you gonna scream.

Ready? On three. One, two.

Boyd, you know...
You know I never meant to hurt...

Hey, hey. Don't even say her name.
You understand me?

Making up lies about how you shot Ava by
mistake ain't gonna be your salvation today.

But, Boyd...

The only thing that's gonna save you
right now is the truth.

The truth?
Okay, what kind of truth do you want?

- Well, I'm glad that you asked.
- Okay.

The truth about your mama's money.

Mama's money?

But you, you know better than anyone
that all that money, the Black Pike money...

- Oh, Dick, Dick.
- It went right into trust for Doyle's boys.

That ain't the money I'm talking about.

I'm talking about everything she squirreled
away over all them years.

You're gonna tell me how
to get my hands on it.

I can't.

Boyd, wait, wait.

You don't understand.
I'm just saying that I can't tell you

how to get your hands on it because
I'm the only one he will give it to.

I'm the only one. Even if I told him,
"Hey, give it to him. Boyd is my friend,"

or whatever, he will never,
ever give it to someone else.

- Who is he?
- Have you heard of Ellstin Limehouse?

- Yeah, I heard of him.
- Nobles Hollow. Okay.

He owed Mama some kind of debt, okay?

And that's why she knew
that he was gonna keep her money safe.

And now, listen, Boyd. Hey, hey.

I'm just telling you that money dies
right here with me, okay?

I'm just...

What time is your flight?

Any time I want.

They flew me down on the service jet.

Look at you.

Want to go to Miami?

They just let you use the jet like that?
Like you're some kind of rock star?

I take it to Paris every weekend.

You know, I transported a prisoner
from Paris once.

They had some really good coffee.

But it was so little, I didn't know if I could
hang out or if I was supposed to leave.

Felt a little uncomfortable.

I miss Miami, Raylan.

- I miss Dan.
- Yeah?

He was the best chief I ever had.

Art seems good.

Yeah.

Art saved my life.

How?

Ever tell you I'm from Harlan County?

No.

You got nothing to worry about.

How you feeling?

I'm fine. It's not like he's my first.

No. He's your first since your first.

You sound like that psychologist I had
to speak to the last time.

What did you tell him?

I told her what I felt was a tremendous relief.

I just heard.

I'm so sorry.
I just want to make sure you're okay.

Thank you.

Should I stay? Or meet me at home, or...

- No, if you don't mind, stay.
- I'll stay.

You want to sit?

- Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm okay.

- Just give me a minute. I'll be one sec.
- All right.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Hey, did you ever hear
from Arnett's assistant?

- Yvette?
- Yeah.

- You ever heard from her since that night?
- No. Why?

That was FPD.

They said all the carpet had been pulled out
of Arnett's office

and the concrete underneath
had been bleached.

That's never good.

Might be worth a trip
down there tomorrow morning.

Are you okay?

Sure. Why wouldn't I be?

Hey. We good?

You file your report?

Then, yeah, you're sprung.

It's good to see you.

- Take care of yourself.
- You, too.

Baby. What happened to your face?

The apple of my eye, the rose of my Sharon.

Is it possible
that you could be more beautiful?

Will you tell me what happened to your face?

I didn't play well with others.

It was a little harder to get to Dickie
than I thought.

- But you did get to him?
- I did.

And he told you
where his mama kept her money?

He did.

Fact you're not dancing me
around this parking lot

makes me think there's a "but" coming.

But getting at it's gonna take some doing.

Why? Where is it?

It's with Limehouse.

Bernard, you know the Army used
to hang men who fell asleep on watch?

Yes, sir, Mr. Limehouse.

Yeah, these dangerous times for us,

with the law sniffing around us,
that Crowder boy fresh out of jail.

Now more than ever, we need to stay vigilant,

starting with the man on night watch

over the one bridge we got going in and out
of our holler.

- Wouldn't you agree?
- Yes, sir.

Bernard, did you ever hear me argue with
your dad about the best way to train a dog?

There was a time I thought

that pain was the only thing
a dog remembers.

But it was your daddy who taught me

a dog also remembers
when you elect not to hurt him.

And if you can get your dog
to not just remember,

but to learn from the not hurting,
then he's yours for life.

But some dogs, though,

they take you not giving them the hurt
that they deserve as weakness.

And after that first pass, well,
they can't never be taught.

You got no choice but to put that dog down.

You ever see what happens when you put
too much lye in the scalding water?

Well, it burns off the hair

and the hog's skin besides.

Now, I'm gonna give you a choice, Bernard.

I can pour some of this here
on the back of your hand,

see, turn the heat on
the pressure hose up near boiling,

and then we'll take this hand,

and we stick it in
under the stream till I decide we square.

Then we take your hand out,
pour on some vinegar,

and hope that lye hasn't eaten down
to the bone.

Or you promise me

that you will never fail me
again in any capacity,

and we can all go on back about our evening.

Now, before you choose,

I'm gonna tell you what.

That first way hurt like nothing
that you ain't ever felt, but it'll square us.

Second way doesn't hurt,

but it will mean next time you screw up,

I'll have to take that as a sign
that you don't respect me anymore.

Now, can I assume from your face
that you're choosing door number two?