Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 7 - The Man Behind the Curtain - full transcript

Previously on "Justified"...

You and I make a lot more

money as partners
than as enemies.

"Partners" just means

that, well, we do all the work

while you make all the money.

Should I be putting my

hands up or something?

Gary doesn't realize

you were gonna kill him anyway.

I don't care where you go.



I'd leave the country, but

that's entirely up to you.

Here.

This is for you.

Fill, please.

Aah!

Please!

Our oxy clinic got hit

this morning.

I need to know everything I can

about what transpired.

The people who bank with me

are the ones who have access to

the things I know.



It may be a

coincidence, but a few hours

after the hit, Raylan Givens

shut down our trailer.

That's not a bad trade-off...

Losing a clinic but smoking out

a dirty marshal in the process.

You still don't even know

what you done, do you?

You gonna make sure whoever you

used to hit that clinic is

either dead or silent.

Never listen to me.

No, they never listen.

Not one lick. Not one damn lick.

Independent.

They're all the same nowadays.

Bunch of bullshit.

Damn woman always talking back.

Never listen to the man in the

house.

Independent. Independent.

Limehouse?

Get out here, son of a bitch.

This shit ain't gonna happen

again.

Limehouse?

You hear me?

You don't look like Limehouse.

No.

Then I'd get out of my

way, I was you.

Look what the cat drug in.

'Bout damn time.

You couldn't pick up a phone and

tell me what's what?

I know, man. I'm sorry.

Shit's been crazy.

Yeah, it looks like it.

Bernard, you reckon there were

any blues waitin' in the wings,

watch Mr. Dodd cross into Noble?

No.

No one knows I'm here.

Look, I did the
job we agreed on.

The law's huntin' me.

If Quarles knows I did this, I'm

a dead man.

This holler's the only safe

place I got.

Least till I heal up some.

Come on, man.

Sure.

You did the right thing coming

back here.

Come on! No, no, no, man!

Come on! No, please!

No, man, no! Come on! Please!

Hey, hey, hey. Let him go.

Aah!

Come here, Mr. Dodd.

You sit down right here.

Come on. There you go.

Sit right on up here.

Yep. Mm-hmm.

I heard what Errol got you into.

I'm sure it seemed like a

surefire way to make some

coin... branch out a little bit,

right?

You can nod if you understand.

In Errol's attempt to branch

out, he left out one little

small step... forgot to run the

plan by me.

And the shit went bad.

And the law's after you.

And now we got ourselves a

situation, don't we?!

Yeah, we can work it out...

Errol's way...

Or you can rest up in this

holler, lick your wounds, stay

away from the law.

And then you go right on back to

Mr. Quarles with your tail

'tween your legs, and you tell

him this whole thing was your

idea to get back at the

Crowders...

And you thought he would

approve.

How that sound?

Sounds good.

That it?

Not quite.

See, I'm gonna want to know what

Mr. Quarles is up to.

I believe you can help me out

there, huh?

Good.

Hey, I'm glad we're on the same

page.

What is it?

Got some old white fool down

the road, yelling for

Mr. Limehouse.

Watch him.

State your business, Mr. givens.

You know what I'm here

for.

As long as you have known me,

have I ever been the kind to

play dumb?

I ain't here for

blood-lettin', but if that's

what it comes to, I'm ready.

See, that's that alcohol

talking.

I ain't had one drop.

You'd best retrace
your steps.

That way history doesn't have to

repeat itself.

I'm not leaving till

you send one of your lapdogs up

in that maze and bring back my

Frances.

Frances?

Frances?

I know she's up there.

Frances!

Either you go get her or I will.

Mr. Givens, I assure you,

Frances is not on this property.

Who's Frances?

It's the man's late wife.

What you want to do with him?

[ Music playing,

What can I get you?

Some sleep.

Can't get you that.

You could drink
till you pass out.

Would that help?

It might.

We haven't met yet.

I'm Lindsey.

Raylan.

I know.

Kent said any brawls break out,

call the cowboy upstairs and see

how long they last.

And for that, I get

free NFL Sunday ticket.

And tonight, your
first drink is free.

Oh. I got that going

for me as well.

What can I pour for you?

Bourbon, please.

Hi.

Can you settle a bet for us?

Um...

We've seen you in here the

past couple nights, and we want

to know if you were born before

disco or after?

You ladies have a

good night.

Oh, come on, don't be a

sourpuss

let's take a shot.

Uh, three jager bombs.

You want that on your tab?

No. No, thank you.

Why don't you put
them on my tab?

And a pappy van winkle, neat,

for me.

Your friends?

No.

Love your new digs.

Thanks.

Tried a few nights
at the Hilton.

Didn't work out
with my per diem.

What happened to
the old place?

Not enough
closet space.

Room above a bar... you sure

you can live this large on your

salary?

Well...

The owner gave me a good deal.

In exchange for what...

Keeping the peace?

Something like that.

You're a bouncer
in a dive bar.

Just when I'm here.

Isn't that gig reserved for

uniforms or retirees?

Martinis are only

three bucks.

Marshal.

Forgive me for saying this, but

I think you could be doing a

whole lot better.

Is that
why you're here?

Set me on a course
of self-improvement?

You want me to get
to the point?

I'd just as soon

you'd get the hell out.

I will.

I just want to say this.

Whatever Boyd Crowder's paying

you, I will double it.

Excuse me?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You heard me.

You think I'm in

Boyd Crowder's pocket?

Judging by your

circumstances, I would say

you're an undervalued asset.

Is that how they

teach you to pitch a bribe in

business school?

"U" of "M"... go blue.

Yeah, on the Detroit

mob's dime.

Summa cum laude... could've gone

to wall street, done some real

damage.

I prefer working with

reputable folk.

Well, so do I.

Which is why, when I hear about

your propensity for tooling up

male hustlers, it gives me

pause.

Put that one boy in a coma for

three weeks, up at woodward

and six mile.

Not the kind of thing the

bent-nose crowd takes kindly to,

I imagine.

Is that why you're here?

Sent into exile?

Don't we all make mistakes,

Raylan?

But you keep making

them.

Waltzing in here, offering me a

deal like we're just gonna

start working together?

You said no. That's fine.

Okay.

I'm sure we'll be running

into each other again real soon.

Mm-hmm.

I know where you live now.

♪ 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 #

- Hey.
- Hey.

I need a favor.

I live and breathe to do

your bidding.

I want to talk to

your friend over at the FBI.

You know, maybe you

should think about making some

friends of your own.

What, and miss out on

conversations like these?

What do you need?

I leaned on this

Detroit thug.

And now he's all up in my shit,

so...

So you have no

jurisdiction to go after him.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't want to go after him.

I want to bury the big-toothed,

albino-looking son of a bitch.

Why don't you just
shoot him in the face?

Does it look
like I'm being funny?

A little bit.

You having fun?

It's a slow morning.

Good.

Then you won't mind
making the call.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I need someone to follow up with

the girlfriend in the Hopkins

case.

Don't everybody jump at once.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

As soon as I'm done

looking into this asshole over

near Beaumont, okay?

All right.

Asshole first, girlfriend

second.

You are totally not

gonna follow up on that

girlfriend.

I was hoping you'd do

it, right after you made the

call.

Givens turned you down.

Yes, he did.

So, at least we get to

keep the money, which is a bit

of a silver lining, considering

how low we're getting.

We're not keeping the money.

I'm going down to Harlan and I'm

going to offer it to someone who

won't turn us down.

Boss' son is coming.

"The boss' son."

You know, my father died when

I was a teenager, and Theo Tonin

took me in.

I'd heard that.

I think he hoped that I would

be a brother to that little

waste of sperm, but
it didn't pan out.

You know those little

burr-headed monkeys at the

zoo who sit on a stump all day,

jerking off?

Sammy Tonin.

Weak, stupid, scared of his own

shadow.

I was the son he always wanted.

He groomed me to take over

someday, but now Sammy's got the

houses, the cars, the money, the

juice.

And me?

I'm down here.

What happened?

Oh. Don't worry.

I'll be back for the crown

prince's arrival.

And I will get us more money.

I'm just gonna put a smile on my

face and eat a nice plate of

steaming shit... unsalted.

Well, if it ain't Raylan givens.

You finally show up here to

check on your daddy?

Why would I be up

here for him?

Well, he took a pretty

good crack upside the head last

night up in Nobles holler,

calling after your mama.

How's he holding up?

He's recuperating.

I got Ava tending to him back up

at the house.

Well, I'll make sure to pass

along your concern.

Sure. Do that.

Well, doesn't that give

you pause, him up there running

around after all these years?

Just sounds like he's

off his meds.

And I wish you luck with that,

but that's not why I'm here.

Well, what
are you here for?

Oh, my lord.

Think he swallowed a peanut the

wrong way.

Help you with that. Come on.

Raylan.

Johnny.

God, Raylan.

Damn, Raylan.

Figured I owed you

that one for taking a poke at me

at the marshal's office.

Well, if I try to take

this conversation vertical, can

I expect more of the same?

You can expect worse,

unless you start talking
about Robert Quarles.

And if I say that

you'll need to
refresh my memory?

What do you think?

Think I'm gonna need some ice.

Ice can wait.

Well, what did Quarles

do to piss you off so bad you

felt the need to
take it out on me?

He made assumptions.

Such as?

I'm working for

you... taking orders,
doing your bidding.

On the cheap, no less.

Well, I can see where that might

be very upsetting.

Last we spoke, I

believe I made myself clear what

would happen to you, you start

dragging me into your bullshit.

Yes, you did.

And I'll even allow that I... I

do have some familiarity
with Robert Quarles.

Good.

Now we're getting somewhere.

But you're carrying an

ill-informed notion of my

relationship with the man.

You think that
idea came from me?

Am I?

Look, what did folks

used to say after the war?

Carpetbaggers pouring into

Appalachia like they were some

old testament scourge, looking

to take what little
bit we had left?

They said that "hell is empty,"

and all the devils are here."

Your point being?

This is our home,

Raylan.

Now, I start to turn on my own

people... however contentious at

times our relationship might

be... well, that's a world that

becomes so muddy even I can't

fathom it.

Well, if he wasn't such a

drunken loser like his old man,

we wouldn't be having this

little chitchat, would we?

Well, maybe next time, I'll let

your son rot in the cell.

How's that sound?

Yeah, well, screw you, too.

What can I do for you?

Well...

You can start by taking a

donation for your re-election

campaign.

Not much of a campaign,

really.

Running unopposed.

Well...Invest it in your next

campaign, then.

Or make some band-aid repairs on

a few of those level

mountaintops that everyone's

bitching about... courtesy of

the sheriff's office.

That way you're just not a job

creator, but an all-star to a

pile of future voters.

Or, hell, just do what I would

do.

Buy yourself a nice, new

vacation home.

Who are you, son?

Robert Quarles.

Real pleasure.

And just what are you looking

for in return, Mr. Quarles?

Sheriff.

I want you to significantly

reduce the appalling oxy

violence in Harlan.

Is that all?

You're not from around here, are

you?

That obvious?

I'm a quick study.

I can see.

Reducing the violence around

oxy's maybe not as simple as

you're putting it.

Actually, it is.

Simple economics.

If someone were to lower the

price of oxy, that would take

money from the dealers, give it

back to the people.

Then, that would force crime to

go north where the prices are

still high, and you would earn

city taxes from the operation.

That's a win-win...Win.

And how do you plan on

lowering the prices?

Details you don't need to

worry about.

Suffice it to say, it will

be legal... or appear so.

I don't do business with

people I don't know.

You are a smart man... very

smart man.

So, allow this...

To be an introduction.

Howdy.

What's the stick?

The stick?

This here's the carrot.

What's the stick?

Oh.

Trust me... you don't want to

know the stick.

Big-picture details?

We'll get to those after the

re-election.

In the meantime, there is one

little man that you need to

crack down on right now...

Boyd Crowder.

I ain't accepted your deal,

son.

Very true.

But you also ain't slid that

briefcase back across the table,

now, have you?

Tonin crime family tree.

Names and records of anyone with

the slightest link to Quarles.

Who's Sammy Tonin?

Boss' son.

He's in Lexington?

Touched down
about an hour ago.

Heard he likes horses.

I was a betting man, which I am,

I'd bet that if Quarles and the

boss's kid are in town at the

same time, probably not much to

do with horses.

Know where
he's staying?

Last I checked, you were

a marshal, too.

I got to do everything?

Point taken.

So, tell me, how were the

horses?

Beautiful.

I found a gelding.

Had to be black... my daughter's

on this whole "black
beauty" kick.

Great job, guys. Thank you.

So, this is the place.

Home, sweet home.

Is that an MRI?

Yeah. We're not messing
around here, Sam.

- What's in here?
- Storage.

Hey, good news is we got the

sheriff on board.

As soon as he's re-elected, we

get started.

Well, what happens when he

starts turning a blind eye

towards your pill mills?

We're not gonna have some kind

of shitkicker rebellion
on our hands?

What, are you shitting me?

Less crime, more tax revenue...

What's to bitch about?

They get a little testy, it'll

take them at least a year to

have him recalled.

So, you're telling
me we're on track?

Yeah, other than a
couple hiccups.

I think we got our legs under us.
Thanks, Mike.

That's good, 'cause you need
to know, Bobby, that you're...

Y-you're risking life and limb

on a bunch of hillbilly doper

shit bags.

Couple thousand addicts

paying a few hundred a visit,

knocking out the competition.

Conservative estimate...

$1 million a month.

A month, Sammy.

Yeah? What's that estimate
gonna be if

this fed k-keeps
looking into you?

You mean the
m-m-m-m-m-m-marshal?

I believe that he is a man who
can be reasoned with.

So, how much you need, Bob?

- 50!
- 50? Jesus, man!

What?

You got to pay off the sheriff,

ginning up medical histories,

procuring 1,500 MRIs.

It adds up quick.

Another 50 in your account.

We can swing that.

What you got to remember is dad

ain't big on second chances, and

you only got one because of what

he invested in you
in the first place.

Tell the old man that I do

not need a second chance.

That's good.

Because you remember what

happened last time
there were hiccups?

You went a little crazy...

You remember that?

Have you told Mr. Duffy here

about your... your rent boy?

About all it took
to squash that?

I don't think Mr. Duffy is

interested in the story.

Anything else, Sam?

No? Good.

Then we got a lot of work to do.

Sure. Sure.

Mr. Duffy.

Bobby, keep in touch.

I can't find him.

Called every hotel in the area,

he's not in any of them.

Well, are you sure

you're pronouncing
his name right?

Tonin. Sammy Tonin.

Samuel. Sam.

He's probably checked
in under an alias.

That's a possibility.

Well, do you
know what it is?

What did I tell you?

Why are you giving me

a hard time on this?

You've already told me his name.

You told me he's here.

'Cause he's under FBI

surveillance, that's why.

Yeah, so what?

So shit blows up,
that's my friend's ass.

Shit's not
gonna blow up.

And according to my

friend, the surveillance team

knows you're looking for him, so

I tell you where Sammy is, and

then you go all Raylan on him

and drag him out of some

restaurant by his nut sac.

Okay, I don't even

know what that means.

I'm not gonna grab his nut sac

or any other part of him.

I just want a word... a quiet

word to suggest that his

affiliation with Robert Quarles

is ill-advised.

I'll make sure I do it somewhere

no one's around.

I got mad ninja skills, buddy.

Yeah. You know karate?

And two other

Japanese words.

Give me five minutes.

Working with an eighth grader.

Those demons let you

alone last night?

I feel fine.

I told you that.

The whole thing was blown way

out of proportion.

What is that?

Oh, come on, Ava.

What the hell, woman?

You want something to

chase 'em with?

I'll get you a water back.

You see this shit?

Believe I'm gonna sit

this one out.

You're not supposed to

drink on your meds.

I think we can both agree after

last night...
you need your meds.

Come on, Boyd.

Can't argue with her

logic.

A few drinks ain't

gonna hurt.

Well, I didn't know

we'd be entertaining a

detachment of Harlan county's

finest.

Boyd Crowder.

I-is this your establishment?

Well, actually,

sheriff Napier, it belongs to my

cousin Johnny, but you and your

deputies are more than welcome

nonetheless. Mooney.

Got a tip on some illegal

slot machines, Boyd.

Just came by to ensure that

you're in compliance with the

local ordinance.

Well, a task so fraught

with danger, you think you boys

brought enough firepower?

Let's take a look, fellas.

Come on.

Well, Nick, I thought

you were in line to be the chief

of police in Bennett.

What happened to derail that

occupational train?

Look, Napier's the man, and I

do as he says.

I need this job, Boyd.

Besides, I don't see anybody

else paying any better.

Fire door out the back is

locked, Boyd.

That's a serious violation.

Well, I suppose I know

better than to ask if you are

shitting me.

Well, what if there's
a fire in here?

How are people
supposed to get out?

Uh, through
the front door.

Well, between that and the

video-poker machines, it looks

like we got a real problem here.

All right, folks.

Gonna have to ask you to leave.

This place is officially closed.

Let's move.

What's going
on here, Nick?

I know you got a son with

special needs.

You need any help...

I ain't fishing for a bribe.

It's just business, is all.

Well, if business gets

slow, you know where to find me.

Oh, we know where
to find you, Boyd.

You'd do well to remember that.

Coffee?

Scratch that.

Raylan Givens?

Yeah?

Need you to come with us.

What for?

Let's go, marshal.

Deputy marshal Gutterson,

did deputy Givens tell you why

he was looking into

Robert Quarles and Sammy Tonin?

I imagine it's 'cause

he's working a case.

You "imagine?"

Well, that'll be cold comfort

for your friend in the bureau if

she's suspended as a result.

You gotta be kidding me.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

The information

provided was in pursuit of a

federal fugitive.

This fugitive have a name?

Anthony Turner.

Anthony Turner?

Anthony Turner.

Anthony Turner.

Oh, of course.

Anthony Turner.

Uh, Mr. Turner stole some checks

with an associate of Sammy's

cousin.

That was back in '97?

Is there not a

warrant out for him?

Seriously, chief, do I look

like I just got out
of the academy?

You know, the "six degree of"

"connection" crap doesn't fly

with me, deputy.

Well, sometimes

that's the way we have to do

things around here,

agent Barkley.

We leave no stone left unturned.

Now, if your agents are

following Sammy Tonin on his

travels here, then you're either

building a case against him or

you're trying to protect him.

If you got a case,

agent, why don't you
let us help with it?

Might be fun to be on the same

side for a change.

You know, all I need from you

you, chief, and your deputy

here is to back off.

Okay?

Okay.

Why?

You afraid I'm gonna tip him

off?

Or is it because you got a leaky

ship, agent Barkley?

I've made myself clear.

Must be some sort of a

dick test that all the FBI

agents have to pass.

You know this is the

case I was telling you about

earlier, right?

Yeah.

But I didn't think it was gonna

result in a visit from the

feebs.

You want me to back

off, I'll back off.

Just make sure that whatever

you're doing is actually marshal

business.

Go.

I'm here for you,

Art.

I believe I just got

the green light.

Is Anthony Turner even

in the state?

Believed
to be in Peru.

Well, next time you need

a favor, the answer is no.

Boyd.

How's Arlo doing?

Errol here popped
him pretty good.

Well, he's up and

around, but I didn't come here

to discuss Arlo.

Well, what can I do for you?

We do pay interest on all

deposits.

Albeit low, of course, things

being as they are.

Not much we can do about that.

Only thing I'm

interested in is a particular

lawman.

I think you're gonna need to

be a little more specific.

Don't do that.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Now, you know the tin star I

came here to discuss is

sheriff Napier.

Okay.

Now, I'm gonna go out

on a limb here and presume that

there's someone behind the man

with the badge.

And I'm guessing that man is

named Robert Quarles.

Sound like you didn't even

need to come to me.

How long have you known about

this?

Not very long.

But you didn't ask me about it

till just now.

Well, what else do you

know?

Just that you ain't got the

means or the muscle to beat

Quarles' newfound alliance.

I-I'm not gonna waste

any more gas coming up here for

parceled-out information, so,

from now on, when you know

something, I know something.

Or else I'm gonna close my

account, and you're gonna have

to deal with a very, very

disgruntled customer.

Well, what do you think?

Should I get two of them?

That's twice the horseshit

you gotta shovel.

It's your call, chief.

I don't know much about horses.

Agent Heller?

Sir.

Seen Givens?

Didn't you warn him off?

If you see him, call.

If he gets within
100 feet, stop him.

I'll be at the north gate.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you go make

yourself useful or something?

Find a carrot.

Where?

I don't know. Go ask around.

Sure.

Yeah, I know, he's a rag to win,

but he showed in the fourth a

quarter of the runs.

That's right.

Hey, green boots.

Yeah?

Wanna make a few

extra bucks?

For what?

Just
deliver a message.

What do you mean
there's a problem?

What kind of problem?

It has something to do with

the horse you bought.

You should go see the manager

over in the round barn.

Yeah, just straight ahead.

What is that?

Is that gabardine?

This is sharkskin... $3,000.

Dearborn, Michigan Avenue...
Gallo's.

You want their number?

I'll give it to you.

They get blood out?

You know who my father is?

Theodore Tonin,
Detroit badman.

Then you know what he'll do

to you if you do anything to me.

Aah!

Sammy.

It's "dress the part, be the"

part."

It ain't "dress the part, hide"

behind your daddy."

If you're gonna kill me,

just...
just get it over with now.

Are you serious?

I ain't gonna beg, all right?

Tell Quarles I didn't beg.

Ooh.

You think Quarles sent me?

Who else?

You know, you're the

second asshole who's accused me

of being dirty.

Wait a second.

No, you
wait a second.

Now, I was under the impression

you were bankrolling him.

Why would you bankroll someone

if you think they
wanted you dead?

Wait a minute. Wait.

Who are you?

I'm a deputy...

United States marshal.

What do you want?

It's funny.

I was under the impression I

might have to put a horse's head

in your bed.

Now I'm starting to think you

and I want the same thing.

So, you ain't gonna
kill me, then.

Sammy, if I was gonna

kill you, you never would've

turned around.

Deputy.

Does this mean you've

reconsidered my offer?

Did you know there's

a piano teacher renting the top

floor of the two-family
up the block?

Huh. Wouldn't a
banjo teacher be a

little more appropriate?

To answer your question, no, I

have not gotten to know my

neighbors as of yet.

You'll just have to

take my word for it, then.

There are piano lessons going on

about 178 feet from where we are

standing... give or take.

I didn't know that.

Nor do I give a shit.

More of a

wind-instrument man, I reckon.

Anyway, federal government isn't

too crazy about the idea of

distribution of drugs near a

schoolhouse.

Gives us the power to seize

property even suspected
of such use.

With your history of drug

arrests, the judge wasn't too

hard to convince.

Tell me that's an eviction

notice.

For simplicity's

sake, sure.

Let's call it that.

24 hours from now, anything left

in that building belongs to the

marshals service.

So, uh...

This is how you're gonna do it?

For now.

Wynn. Wynn.

Sh... shut up. Just shut up.

I want you to clear everything

out of here and find a new place

for us to set up shop.

What?

That son of a bitch!

They canceled the wire

transfer.

The money was there and then it

wasn't.

I'm the messenger.

Givens got to him.

I'll talk to Sammy.

Just make sure our friend is

still in Tulsa.

Can you do that?

Yep.

Paint the room.

You can't paint over

bloodstains.

I'll take care of it.

A few hours ago, you promised

me another 50.

Now I hear I've been cut off.
Why the change?

I imagine you
already know that.

Well, I'm sure Raylan Givens

paid you a visit, and
you just pussed out.

Nothing to do with the fact that

you've spent the last 20 years

looking for a way to
hang me out to dry.

I asked you to deal with the

marshal, and you
didn't deal with him.

- Now I will.
- What, you gonna pop

a U.S. marshal? You're crazier
than I thought you were.

There are other
ways to handle him.

I'm listening.

As well you should, shit bag,

'cause right now I'm heading

down to Tulsa to see a pal of

his, and you, next time you're

someplace where our federal

friends are listening, mention

that Givens came to see you and

that and you believe he's in bed

with a guy from in Harlan... a

guy named Boyd Crowder.

Say it!

Boyd Crowder.

Good boy.

Well, Shelby, how are

you, my friend?

Well, how do I look?

Like a man who has seen

better days.

Uh, to better days.

Mmm.

So, what's this about, Boyd?

Well, I wanted to thank

you, Shelby, for backing my

story after the explosion at the

mine.

I'd have been a dead man if

it wasn't for you.

Didn't seem like all that much

to ask.

Well, I heard they let

you go not long thereafter.

I'm a greeter now.

I don't think I could

say "hello" to that many people.

Are you enjoying the

work?

Way I understand it, they're

paying me to do it,
not to like it.

Well, how would you like a

change in occupation?

What do you got in mind?

Well, what do all men

want, Shelby?

Money and power.

Now, I'm a little light on money

right now, but... but I believe

I might be able to get you

access to power.

Go on.

There's an election

coming soon... office of county

sheriff.

Tillman Napier's job?

He wasn't
elected for life.

Now, he serves at the pleasure

of the good people of

Harlan county.

And I think you might be just

the man for the job.

You know, people will

tell you only what they hear...

You know, what somebody else has

been telling them.

The market out there is bad.

"Oh, it's terrible.

It's atrocious."

Now, you know what I call these

people?

And this may sound harsh, but I

don't mean it to... I really

don't.

But you know what I call them?

Losers.

Okay?

Now, just... j-just a quick show

of hands here... now, how many

people want to be in business

with someone whose personality

says, "hey,, work with me."

I'm a loser"?

There is a treasure trove to be

had in buying and selling

foreclosed properties.

But you have to know the

secrets.

And for only $29.95, tax

included, I will give you a

step-by-step guide detailing

those very secrets.

So, we have to buy the

manual?

Well, yes, to get my

secrets, yes, you do.

Is this a pyramid scheme?

Hey, hey.

Now, the only pyramid I am

talking about is one that is

built with stacks of money.

Well, how come you're not out

there making millions?

Well, because I like to

give back.

Yeah, yeah.

It keeps me positive, making

more personal connections.

I had a friend who made a

bundle of cash that way.

O-okay, did you folks

hear that, now?

Sir, would you stand up and...

Oh, uh, I don't think they

want to hear from me.

But if you could, maybe you

could share one of your secrets

with us?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Okay. Okay.

I guess one won't hurt.

Thank you, sir.

Now, most people think that you

have to work with an agent.

How many of you have heard that?

So, you have a family?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

A wife and two kids.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, it's awesome.

How about yourself?

Yeah, I mean... well,

I-I did... a wife.

Divorced?

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I think that's why I'm

so focused on this

- personal-connection stuff now.
- Mm.

I just... I had the

greatest woman.

I mean, the smartest, sexiest...

I blew it.

Oh, shit.

Oh, I guess I think if

I could just go back, you know,

and... and... and strengthen

that... that personal

connection, I mean, right from

the beginning, I don't know.

Now, wait a min me.

Just, you know,
maybe it'll happen.

Maybe you guys will
work it out, right?

Mm.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Cheers to that.

Cheers to that.

All right.

So, how did you do it?

Mm.

I just got lucky.

Amazing wife. Great kids.

No, my problem all
stems from my work.

Ohh, yeah.

I swear, I'd be running the

whole organization if it wasn't

for my boss's idiot son.

Is that right?

No, I'm serious.

We're ready.

Great.

Oh, hey.

I didn't know you
had a pal here.

Gary, this is my business

associate, Mike.

Hey, m...

Now, wait a minute.

Do I know you?

Yes, Gary.

You do.