Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 8 - Watching the Detectives - full transcript

Previously on "Justified"...

Remember that conversation
we weren't gonna have?

This is it.

Next one's coming faster.

I don't do business with
people I don't know.

You are a smart man.

So, allow this...
to be an introduction.

This here's the carrot.

What's the stick?

There is one little man that you
need to crack down on right

now... Boyd Crowder.



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.

You ain't got the means or
the muscle to beat Quarles'

newfound alliance.

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.

- That it?
- Not quite.

See, I'm gonna
want to know what.

Mr. Quarles is up to.

Gary, this is my business
associate, Mike.

- Hey, M...
- Now, wait a minute.

Do I know you?



Yes, Gary.

You do.

If your agents are following Sammy Tonin
on his els 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 you with it?

All I need from you, chief, and
your Deputy here is to back off.

Next time you're someplace
where our federal friends are

listening, mention that Givens
came to see you and that you

believe he's in bed with a guy from Harlan...
a guy named Boyd Crowder.

Say it!

Boyd Crowder.

It's a call.

Yeah?

Hey, listen, I found the source of
that heat down here in Lexington.

Actually, he found me.

He's a silver star.

Deputy Givens?

Yeah, turns out he's dirty, but
he's looking to help out,

with some consideration.

I don't know.

Could be bullshit.

He said I should check it out.

He's already in the pocket of
some gun thug that he used to

dig coal with down in Harlan.

That Crowder kid?

Yeah. Yes.

How's your steak? Waiter!

Please, I ordered medium-rare.

This is...
this is rare-rare.

Still got a pulse.

Sir?

You're gonna want to hear this.

* Jack and coke *

* Jack and co-o-o-ke *

* even better with a Marlboro smoke *

* well, tomorrow I'm gonna feel
like I'm hanging from the end of a rope *

* from a-drinkin' too
many Jack and cokes *

Tanner.

I was wondering what happened to you.

Yeah, that was unfortunate.

I would love to.

It sounds great.

Have a good night.

Tanner Dodd.

Did he say what happened?

He wants to meet up to explain.

Brave man.

* I said, tomorrow I'm gonna
feel like I'm hanging from the

end of a rope *

* from a-drinkin'
too many *

* Jack and cokes *

What are you gonna do to me?

I need you to deliver a
message to Raylan Givens.

You're taking me home?

In a way, Gary.

And what's the message you
want me to give to Raylan?

Let's go.

* 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 *

Quarles!

Yeah?

Pardon my intrusion.

Sir, my name is Ellstin Limehouse, from
Nobles Holle, down in Harlan County.

What brings you to
Lexington, Mr. Limehouse?

I just wanted to let you know Boyd
Crowder is backing a man for sheriff.

And I give a shit because...
Man named Shelby

used to be with the
Harlan police.

Good man from what hear.

You came all this way
to tell me that.

I likes to back
the winning side.

Hey, that was great
music last night, Kent.

Glad you liked it, Raylan.

Just what I needed.

Oh, hey, listen.

I was just about to
knock on your door.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I saw someone pull
around by your car.

You did?

As I was driving up, looked like
someone was messing with your trunk.

I honked my horn,
and they took off.

Didn't get a look at them.

Thank you.

You bet.

You're saying this neighborhood
ain't as safe as I thought it was?

Why I don't mind having a.

US Marshall living upstairs.

Take it easy.

Givens.

Yeah, who's this?

We want to get out of
here as fast as we can.

Excuse me.

I got this.

Deputy Givens.

Detective Garrity.

Thanks for coming out.

Why am I here?

Well, the property is owned by
your ex-wife and her husband.

We couldn't n'ack either
one of them down.

They're estranged.

Excuse me?

Estranged husband.

Oh, estranged husband.

Jesus.

I thought you said you
couldn't track him down.

Wait, you're saying this
is your ex-wife's husband?

What happened?

I don't know.

I'm just trying to put
the pieces together.

I was hoping you could help me.

Where the hell are you going?

First thing you guys do is look at photos...
Anyone you can connect to this

place, right?

Guy was in real estate.

You give me a few minutes, I'll show
you a picture of him on a park bench.

You got a lot of experience in
homicide investigations, do you?

Mostly, I just hunt fugitives.

Well, you've testified
in enough of them.

As a witness, as an
intended victim.

In fact, didn't you and.

Mr. Hawkins once give
testimony in the same case?

Two men shot dead in an
office owned by Wynn Duffy of

Frankfort, Kentucky,
and Points South.

That's right.

In your experience, who's the most
likely perpetrator in a homicide case?

Mine, it's the exes...
Ex-boyfriends, ex-wives.

Got to go to work.

Well, thanks for your help.

At least now I know you didn't
kill him the night he disappeared.

You don't know that.

I could have killed him and put
him in my icebox for a few

weeks just to throw
off the timeline.

Like that dude in.

New Jersey.

What dude in.

New Jersey?

Richard "Iceman" Kuklinski.

How'd it work out for him?

Actually, I already knew you didn't
kill Gary that night.

He's been living in Tulsa for
months under an assumed name.

How'd you know that?

I'm good at my job.

If you already knew that, why
you been messing with me?

It was fun.

I'm disappointed in you, David.

Not as much as I am in myself.

You have to redo the indictment.

The second I leave
the courtroom.

You know how you're gonna
redo the indictment?

Off the top of my head, I'm thinking I'm
gonna do whatever you tell me to do.

Good.

You're smarter than I
give you credit for.

High praise, your honor.

Add "knowingly."

The accused knowingly
trapped and sold red-tail hawks.

You can't just say trapped the
damn things and sold them.

That's not in dispute.

Add "knowingly."

Consider it done.

I don't consider it
done till it's done.

Go on. Get.

Next!

Speedo-wearing lunatic.

David Vasquez?

Yes.

FBI SAC Jeremy Barkley.

Yeah.

I understand you've been
having some run-ins with

Raylan Givens not so long ago,
been keeping tabs on him.

I wouldn't say I was "keeping"

tabs on him.

Would it be possible for me
to have a look at your file?

Yeah.

Crowder's cripple
almost crippled me.

I just wanted to hit
back, so I did.

I know I should have cleared it
with you first, but I know you

were fighting with Crowder so I
thought you'd be okay with it.

What's the most important
thing you said right there?

Should have cleared it with you.

When Givens got the oxy
trailer, did he see you?

Look, I'm gonna find out
eventually, he comes to me with

a picture, ask if
I know this guy.

Yeah, he saw me.

Threw me out of the trailer
at 30 miles an hour.

That's not good.

I know.

It hurt like a son of a bitch.

No, shit stain, it's not good
because he saw you, which is why

you chose this public place to meet, so
I don't chop your balls off right now.

Look, sir, Mr. Quarles, you need someone
who knows his way around Harlan.

I got the sheriff.

Someone who ain't the law.

Oh, so what I need is a federal
fugitive who assaulted a.

US Marshall.

I don't think so.

Mr. Quarles, sir, I will do
anything to make it right.

You walk into a crowded room, shoot
someone in the face, I ask you?

Yes, sir.

Last chance.

I got it.

Then get your ass in the car and get
back to Harlan as fast as you can.

Yep?

Come in.

Have a seat.

How you doing, Raylan?

What, about Gary?

I didn't know him that well.

No, mean in general.

You know, after Winona.

I've been drinking a little more
than usual, if I have to be honest.

But you live right above a bar, so all
you have to do is toddle upstairs.

Art, what do you want to know?

I figure the less
I know, the better.

How you stayed in charge
this long, I imagine.

But I do need to know that I'm not
gonna get blindsided by some horseshit

detail that these local
peckerwoods dredge up, and then

I have to watch them cuff you right
here in my Marshalls' office.

So what do you need to know?

Exactly.

It's gonna rain tomorrow.

Might want to bring an umbrella.

That's good information.

Thank you.

So, I don't need to know who
else might want to kill

Gary Hawkins other than you.

I can make a couple guesses.

The only reason I say "other than you"
is because homicide's gonna go after the

deer that's already in their
cross hairs, and when it comes

to Gary, you're an easy target.

You know that and I know that.

They already know about the two
hit men that went after you and

Winona, and then right after that,
Gary disappeared into the ether.

If he stayed disappeared, I
imagine he'd be alive today.

Well, if they find another connection
besides what they already know, they are

gonna burn you down.

I know that.

Have you told Winona yet?

No.

Here's your big chance.

I was afraid something might
have happened to you.

I told them to tell you
that Raylan was fine.

Well, that's what they would
say even if he wasn't fine.

What's going on?

Hmm?

Leaving us alone.

This can't be good.

What's up?

Gary's dead.

What?

Police found him on
your lawn this morning.

He was shot.

On my lawn?

What did he do?

I don't... I mean, I know...
I know what the... the stuff

that he was involved in, the
people that he was all tangled

up with and the, um...
you know, the money issues.

He was shot to death?

On my... on my front lawn?

I guess I just...
I want to know what he did to deserve that.

Do you know?

Local PD's looking into it.

God damn it, Gary.

LPD's lab got a good
print off the casing.

They ran it through the federal and the
state databases, and they got a match.

Wynn Duffy?

Quarles?

You.

You're in the motor coach with
Robert Quarles, Wynn Duffy,

there's a bodyguard out front,
but that still doesn't explain

to me how you got your
fingerprints on a bullet casing.

I threw a bullet at him.

You threw a bullet at him.

Yeah.

Wait, you threw a bullet at him?

No, I like, dropped it.

On the floor?

On Duffy.

So, Duffy was on the floor.

Yes.

You failed to mention
that, Deputy.

Well, I'm mentioning it now.

How'd he get on the
floor, I wonder?

Look, you wanted to know how my prints
got on the casing, now you know.

Okay?

Wait, why...
why did you throw a bullet at him?

I was trying to make a point.

Which was?

Get the hell out of Kentucky
and don't come back.

How is throwing a bullet at
him gonna accomplish that?

Told him that the next one might
be coming a little faster.

Deputy, that might just be the
coolest thing I've ever laid ears on

You come up with
that all on your own?

Heard it on the Johnny
Carson show once.

He was telling some
old gangster story.

I always thought it
was kind of cool.

Well, that just gets
better and better, huh?

It would be a lot better and a lot
cooler if it had actually worked.

But still, it's a shame
we have to lock you up.

I'm gonna run down this cross
on Duffy and see if this damn

story makes any sense.

And I will get back to work.

Uh, not so fast, Deputy.

We need to take a look at your
service weapons ballistics.

Are you serious?

Well, his ballistics are all
on file from previous, um...

They're on file.

We just need to check the
serial numbers and make sure

you're using the same weapon.

This is ridiculous.

Wait, you're not gonna throw
that one at me, are you?

Hello?

Anybody there?

Police.

Anybody here?

Somebody just pulled up
in front of the house.

Who?

I don't know.

Looks like a cop.

Did you paint the room?

Not yet.

Go.

Hey, there.

Can I help you?

Detective Dempsey,
Lexington Police.

You are?

In my house.

Sorry.

I knocked. Nobody answered.

Tried the door. It just opened.

Well, as you can see, there wasn't much
to secure in here, so... Who are you?

Oh, I'm Robert Quarles.

This is Wynn Duffy.

Hello.

Both of you. Good.

Anybody else here?

Just us.

You don't mind if I
look around, then.

Mm. Feel free.

Uh, that door sticks.

Sticks.

Yeah.

Detective? Detective?

May I ask what brings you here?

Either of you know Gary Hawkins?

He says he threw
a bullet at you.

Threw a... a what?

A bullet.

A bullet.

Well, that is interesting.

Says you conspired with Gary Hawkins and
two hit men to kill Deputy Givens and.

Hawkins' wife, Winona.

No.

That never happened.

Deputy Givens seems to see
a lot of conspiracies.

All untrue.

I know Gary said something like that,
but I distinctly told Deputy Givens I

did nothing of the sort.

I remember Givens telling Gary
to run and to not stop running.

Next thing I heard about Gary
Hawkins was when I walked

in here and your colleague
told me he was dead.

He admits to beating Duffy.

Well, I'm glad he's telling
the truth about that.

He beat the shit out of him.

He started beating me because
he was looking for Gary

and I didn't know where he was.

And I guess he didn't like my answer,
because that's when he started hitting me.

In the face.

Does he have a drinking problem?

What?

Um, detective?

Just between you and me, Raylan
Givens is a very angry man.

Oh, sheriff Napier.

What brings you to
a closed-down bar?

Crowder, if my men weren't
with me, you'd be on the floor

with a bullet in your head.

Well, I thought this election could
be contested without intimidation.

I guess I was wrong.

You don't see his hands in the
next two seconds, shoot him.

Whoa, now.
Hold on a second.

- Boyd Crowder, you are under arrest.
- For what?

For putting 50 pounds of
goddamn dynamite under my car.

I did what now?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Sing along, crocer.

I know you know
these words by now.

Anything you say can and will be
held against you in a court of law.

Ms. Hawkins, could we
talk to you for a moment?

- Um...
- Would you like a lawyer present?

Do I need a lawyer present?

She doesn't need one.

You don't need one.

Timeline for yesterday.

Did Deputy Givens ever mention
wanting to do Gary harm?

No.

Do you think he might
have thought about it?

N-no.

Raylan didn't like Gary, but he
didn't have any reason to kill him.

Even after Gary supposedly hired
a hit man to kill both of you?

I'm sorry?

So, between 7:00 and 8:30, you're eating
supper alone... black coffee, a scoop

of vanilla ice cream.

You want to go ahead and put your ear
up to that glass, you be my guest.

Raylan.

Tim, give us
a second, will you?

Well, no.

I don't think I should be going
anywhere until we figure out

what your timeline is.

Is it true?

You're gonna have to be more specific.

Those guys who tried to kill us...
Gary was involved with that?

Tell you what.

I think I need to get
myself a cup of coffee.

You all want one?

Yeah.

You're sure?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I mean, I looked at him...
I looked at him straight in the

eye that day, and he knew I
was gonna be dead later.

And I had no idea.

What does that say about me?

Raylan, Winona, they would like to search
both your places and your vehicles.

Would you like for me to
ask them to get a warrant?

No.

Knock yourself out.

Winona?

Huh?

Yeah. No, that's fine.

What does that say about me?

Nothing.

It doesn't say...
Why didn't you tell me, Raylan?

I thought if you knew,
it would kill you.

Shit.

What?

My car.

What about your car?

The bartender said there was someone
outside my car this morning, and I looked.

There was nothing missing, but I
didn't think to see if something

was put inside.

Like what?

Winona, do you know
what's going on here?

I'm being framed of a
murder I didn't commit.

As opposed to a murder you did commit.

Are you being funny?

No.

I'm not trying be funny.

I'm just... if you didn't do
anything wrong, you don't have

anything to worry about.

That's what you always told me.

Winona.

Winona, would you wait?

I need you to listen to me.

No. No, Raylan.

I've heard enough today,
don't you think?

Raylan, it's about time.

Ah, there you go.

Just the man we're looking for.

Winona.

Hey, hey, you get on that
elevator, and I will arrest you.

Arrest him for what?

This is not a federal case.

We're not here about
the Hawkins murder.

We're here about Raylan
Givens being a dirty cop.

You have a problem with my men
searching your computer, your desk?

I'm sure it might take.

Mr. Vasquez all of... what?...
Five minutes to get a warrant.

Whatever moves this along.

Deputy Givens, we're not done.

Who are you?

Detective Garrity, Lexington PD.

And I'm FBI.

Wait your turn.

Tim, would you show the
detective to the cafeteria?

Now, if you're coming after my
Deputy because he dared disobey

your godlike order that he stay
away from your Detroit thug...

No, no, no, I'm coming after
your Deputy because I've read

the file AUSA Vasquez compiled
on Deputy Givens, and I

discovered a broad, pervasive pattern
strongly suggestive of corruption.

Raylan may be a lot of things, but I've
never gotten even a whiff of dirty.

Well, maybe that says
something about you, chief.

Did you honestly just say that?

Chief, you can either assist
or resist in this inquiry, but

if you resist, we may have to
out you under a microscope.

You're threatening me now.

I'm saying we just may have
to give more credence to the

claims of one Walter Vondas.

He's the one who killed
your WITSEC Marshall.

He said that you beat the shit
out of him, threatened to kill

him to get information.

Hey. Excuse me.

Am I not the one you're after?

If so, would you mind
if we just get to it?

It is my belief that ever since...
well, ever since you

came to this office here in your
home state of Kentucky that you

have been working with and
perhaps even paid by the

convicted criminal Boyd Crowder.

What are we waiting for?

You're running your boy
Shelby's campaign to unseat me,

and you don't know what
we're waiting for?

Good luck with that.

They're here.

You have to wait for
the camera, you moron.

Gonna do a perp walk, you
need the goddamn camera.

All ready?

Showtime.

You rolling?

I don't see no red light.

There we go.

Today, I have arrested Boyd
Crowder in association with

a bombing attempt on
my life this morning.

Crowder has a long history of
run-ins with the law and is

known to have experience with
explosives and has thrown his

questionable muscle behind my
opponent in this election.

At that point, Deputy Givens
"deputized" Boyd Crowder and

then joined him in a shootout that left...
four... four men dead.

Not so long ago, a war blew up
in Harlan between Boyd Crowder's gang...

which now includes Given's
father, Arlo, a lifetime criminal.

Is that a fair description?

I'd add "petty" to be more accurate.

Between Boyd Crowder's gang and
the, uh, Bennett clan, and

all the Bennetts ended up,
well, in jail or dead.

When you gonna get to the time
I shot Boyd in the chest?

Well, you knew that
already, right?

Well, I do now.

Oh, my God.

- Can I go?
- No.

- Stop me.
- Raylan.

Look, either you
stop him, or I will.

Raylan!

God damn it.

You know, Art, it's
bullshit, and you know it.

Is it?

Is that a real question?

It had a question mark.

- Here's my answer...
- Kiss my ass.

Fantastic, then.

Let's get back in there
and settle this!

They got nothing!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Art, any chance you could spare Givens?

LPD wanted a word.

You go talk to LPD.

I'll take care of them.

Hey! Hey!

Where the hell's he going?

LPD wanted to talk to him.

I told you they could wait.

I figured it was their turn

gives me a chance to ask
you a question, though.

Just out of curiosity, what gave
you the idea to look into Raylan

and Boyd Crowder in
the first place?

Yeah, you never told me that.

What are you doing?

I got to go.

You got to go.

It's important.

Where do you got to go?

And before you answer...
kind of a "what the hell?

It's worth a shot"...
why don't you try telling me the truth?

I think Quarles put a
murder weapon in my car.

I'm gonna take you downstairs.

I took you downstairs.

Winona?

I found the gun.

Where?

It's at my house.

Well, at my old house.

What are you doing at the house?

Uh, looking for the gun.

You touch it?

What am I, an asshole?

Can you get it out of there?

I can try.

All right.

God damn it.

Let's get over to the
Hawkin's house now.

I'll let you in.

I mean, she's older for a
Victoria's secret girl, but

that's how you know she
knows what she's doing.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey.

Where is he?

Where's who?

Don't play dumb with me, Deputy.

I'm not playing.

I'm an idiot.

You can ask anybody.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Your Deputy was supposed to take Givens
downstairs, bring him right back up.

I just checked with
the detective.

He never saw him.

Well, I took him down.

Well, it's a big
building, you know.

He'll turn up.

Could be taking a shit.

Thank you.

You gonna throw
it off a bridge?

I... don't know.

Where you headed?

This time, seriously,
don't come find me.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I'm here for the
money you owe me.

We both work for the same guy.

Go get it from him.

Mr. Quarles specifically said for
me to get the money from you.

Out of your own pocket, it being
an election expense and all

the hell I will.

Even if I did owe you, I sure
as hell wouldn't pay you.

You were supposed to wait until
I get back in the house before

you set that thing off.

Damn near blew out my ears.

Couldn't hear right all day.

Tell you what... get me what you
owe me, or next time I won't

even wait for you to
get out of the car.

The hell did you go?

Your FBI boyfriend
about shit a brick.

Needed some air.

Anything on ballistics?

No match.

Well, there you go.

There you go nothing.

You could have used another gun.

Did you find another gun?

You'd be too savvy
to keep it around.

Probably at the bottom
of a river by now.

You really think I did it.

I don't know.

I do know I'm not
closing the file.

Well, it seems you've dodged another
in a long series of bullets.

No indictment?

Not from my office.

Not yet, anyway.

See what you add to your file.

You know, I'd love to see that file.

Oh, Deputy, you
know what's in it.

No, I don't.

That's why I asked.

You know, if you wanted to
re-create it yourself, you

could sit down with pen and
paper and just write down all

the shit you know you
shouldn't have done.

Where the hell were you?

That's none of your business.

Special agent in charge Barkley
has determined that the

source of his tip regarding you
and Boyd Crowder is something

he'd rather not divulge, and
AUSA Vasquez said that in

order for him to pursue an
indictment, he would need to do so.

Doesn't mean you're not dirty.

Thanks.

Raylan, you remember that
time I told you I didn't

think you were gonna
make it to retirement?

Mm-hmm.

I think it's gonna be me.

For God sakes, having you in this
office is gonna give me a stroke.

Yeah. I heard you.

Sorry, Bob.

I know you tried, but dad's guy
in the Bureau says Givens is out

from under already.

Understand, this...
this thing that we got with the feds

watching us, we can't...
we can't have any more heat on us, okay?

So you're on your own, Bob.

It's over. You're out.

Don't.

Have you thought this through?

You know what what my
father's gonna do to you?

It'll be a short
and lonely life.

Get out of here.

That's awesome.

Does it ever jam on you?

You know you're in violation
of a federal court order?

Deputy, didn't your mother
teach you to knock?

Oh, yeah, she did.

She also taught me to shoot.

And then my Uncle Sam...
he gave me this.

And this is my knock.

Now, is your boss around?

Do you see my boss around?

No.

But I bet he was he, then he left,
made you stay and paint the walls.

Can't go wrong with taupe.

He's got the ice-cold, remorseless
bottle-blond shit-bag killer

doing scut work.

Deputy, are you accusing
me of being a fake blond?

Because if you need me to prove
it to you, I might be inclined

to break you over that step
ladder, ride you down like a

teaser pony, and paint this room
an entirely different color.

Now, that is the Wynn Duffy I remember.

You concerned about me, Raylan?

- Little bit.
- Yeah?

The SS Quarles is going under.

You best swim like hell to get
clear, or the whirlpool will

take you down with it.

I believe they disproved
that on "Mythbusters."

Tell your boss I got the
gun that killed Gary.

Do you?

Ask him where he thinks
it might turn up next.

Deputy, we both know you're
above planting evidence.

Oh, don't think
of it like that.

Think of it as just returning
that which does not belong to me.

That's very thoughtful.

Way my mama raised me.

Now clean your shit up
and get out of my house.

The beast will come
in many forms.

For that is the
nature of the beast.

The beast will be powerful,
charming, may even seem wise.

The beast will present
himself as right...

...appear to be that which shall deliver
us from all our cares and woes.

People will see him, and they
will say, "This is it.

He is our salvation."

But do not be deceived, for in the
truth, he is the great deceiver.

We should also call him the
great seducer, for he will do

everything in his considerable power
to make us fall in love with him.

You can hate the beast.

You can wish to defeat
him with your might.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

But do not discount him, for he is the
second most powerful entity in this universe...

That's far enough.

What can I do for you, Mr. Quarles?

You said you like to
back the winning side.