Justified (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 5 - Shot All to Hell - full transcript

Previously on Justified...

I need to check you for a wire.

Won't find one.
Still need to check.

In my dealings with the
late, great Sammy Tonin,

he told me that he had
a lawman in Kentucky.

If you want the full story,
you have to talk to Picker.

Picker?
He's laying low

in your neck of the woods
with a man named Wynn Duffy.

Yet here I am, with a mandate

to remove the minor Kendal
Crowe into state's custody.

You ain't taking my baby brother.



I'll go. Kendal, you ain't going no...

No, Darryl.

Ain't up to me, but I say we go.

Disrobe and bend over.

You disrobe and bend over.

You good?
Stop resisting.

She's protected, you stupid shit.

Never again, understand?

Never again. Never again.

The money I offered Paxton,

how about that ends up
under your mattress?

In exchange for what?

Telling him you put a bullet
in the back of my head.

What's this skin?



You think he's gonna turn up?
Nah. He's gone.

This is it.

Three from the night you
and Jimmy almost got hit.

Rest from the night they hit the shipment.

Hello?

Lee, I'm sorry to wake you.

Oh, well, as late as it is,

there better be a meteor
heading towards Kentucky.

Mr. Paxton, um, Lee,

a phone call came in earlier tonight.

It was an anonymous tip.

Led us to a pretty gruesome discovery.

We... Yeah, I am very groggy.

Could you just please get on with it.

Well, okay.

I've got a bunch of dead bodies
that I'm looking at here,

and I'm not exactly sure
what to make of them.

What are you talking about?

I mean corpses.
Dead persons.

Stashed away in one of your funeral homes

on orchard road.

Prison tats, gunshots, blunt force.

It's murder victims near as I can tell.

Tagged and waiting for the oven.

No, no. That's impossible.

Well, see, the party that
called in this tip said that

"We would find this horror show

"because you made a deal with
a local criminal element."

You son of a bitch.

You told me he was dead.

Aw, Jesus.

You looking for this?

Disposing of murder victims for money?

Well, that leaves a bad taste
in a Christian's mouth.

Small town don't run
on a 24-hour news cycle.

A small town never forgets.

Now word's gonna burn through these hills

and hollers like a wildfire.

The people of Harlan county, rich and poor,

will marvel at your
debasement and venality.

They will spit venom
when they speak your name.

And they will take your suicide

as the last act of a coward.

Now your reputation is ruined,

your good word worthless,

but death will not be the
end of your suffering.

For generations...

...your children

and your children's children

will have a mark against their name.

And that will be your legacy.

Mr. Crowder...

♪ 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 ♪

Excuse me.

You dropped a toonie.

No, I don...
I don't think I did.

No, I'm sorry.
Well, that's my mistake.

Four days ago you were in the states.

You talked to the feds.

Detroit marshal's office.

Catch and release.

You remember?
Look...

I don't want any trouble, okay, man?

Al, listen to me, okay?

What you told them, you tell me.

I swear I don't know
what you're talking about.

My name's Eric.

Jesus Christ!

Come on!

Okay, we're gonna do this again.

What you told them, you tell me, okay?

All I gave them was
that there was a federal

who was on the airfield
the night that they

took out Nicky. That's it!

What about Sammy?

Sammy? Sammy's dead, man.

Come on! And?

Look, I told them if they wanted the guy

who killed Sammy, that
the word was Kentucky.

A name?

I just told them what I...
What I heard.

I said it was Picker.
I told them it was Picker.

Wow.

Okay. Thanks.

Jesus. You shot my hand.

Yeah, I'm so sorry about that.

So contact Dade
County office, circuit two,

- as soon as you can.
- I will.

Wendy, can't get a cocoa.

And, if Miami doesn't
work out for some reason?

Oh, just let us know.

Other than that, you're free to go.

Ms. Crowe,
welcome to Kentucky.

What's he doing here?

Well, I got a courtesy call text.

I was in the shower, why I'm late.

She's texting you my business?

Our business, as she is the case officer

and I am the officer-officer.

And to answer your first question,

I'm checking on the child's welfare.

How you doing, Kendal?

About to sell blood to get a cocoa.

Other than that drama, he's fine.

Can't I just have one thin dime?

No.
Here you go.

Please give that back.

Not likely.

Does your campaign of harassment

against my family know no limits?

Well, I gave the boy 10 cents.

No. You're messing
with his head.

You were the other night,
and you are again right now.

I hardly think that compares

to being 14 years old,

slinging beers to whores and Johns.

Please tell me he ain't going back there.

Ms. Crowe's taking her brother
back to Miami to live with her.

Yes, and if there's nothing else,

I'm gonna get going.
It's a long drive.

Of course.
No, Ms. Crowe.

I need to know something.

Best version, you are the
civilized white sheep

in a clutch of cons,
killers, and lowlifes.

That's the best version?

Or you're a lackey

for each and every dipshit
brother of yours

that gets in legal trouble.

Deputy, if you're trying
to draw me into battle,

you've got the wrong Crowe.

I have no interest in fighting you.

It's your brother and his entourage

I want out of Kentucky.

To that end, next you have a word,

tell him I'm gonna have
his parole reinstated.

And because this is America,

I'm gonna file enough injunctions

that he gets to stay wherever he pleases,

as long as he pleases.

Come on, Kendal.

Jesus! That machine
hooked up to the septic?

Come on.

Campaign of harassment?

I think that's blowing it out of size.

Which is not a "No."

I wasn't kidding about lowlifes.

Raylan, you have a problem
with that family, that's fine.

You're pissed because you can't
prove they killed someone,

that's fine, too.

But using that kid in that fight

is nowhere near fine.

I was trying to help the boy.

Or were you trying to draw fire?

You get some cocoa.

It's delicious.

National low-income
housing coalition issued a report,

and they found that
low-income households

can only afford $495 a month.

Now, the plight of homeless
families is not front-page news.

There aren't any crying TV
talk-show hostesses

interviewing homeless children.

Poor homeless children
whose only wish is to have...

...as they sleep on outdoor
grates on cold, rainy nights.

Hey, excuse me.
Hold on one sec.

I got a friend in Jesus.
I support youth baseball.

Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.

No, I don't have a pitch.
I just have a question.

Do you always wait in your car for an hour

before you go get your breakfast?

Do I know you?

I don't know you.

I'm in town for the convention.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Buddy, you're gonna want to
take your hand off of me.

What business do you have in the diner?

I don't know.

I was gonna eat, stare off into
space, you know, the usual.

I'll tell you what I'd like to see.

My cock? Sorry, princess.

Your phone.

I'm gonna go now.

What? Back to the Hyatt?
The Hilton.

After a bite.

No, no, really, you don't want to do that.

The food's no good here.

There's a really great
restaurant in the hotel lobby.

You're gonna stop me, you mean?

We can make it official if you want.

I could just arrest you on suspicion,

take a look at your jacket,

find out where the home office is.

You know what?

I did take a glance at that menu.

The Hyatt is really
classing things up lately.

The Hilton.

That's what I meant.

Oh, one more thing.

Smile.

He wanted scrambled eggs, and
they brought him French toast.

Oh, wonderful.

Could you bring me a cup of coffee

and some ice water, please?

Okay.
Thank you.

Hello, gentlemen.

Who the hell is this?

Marshal Givens' boss.

Actually, there's only
one marshal in Kentucky,

Mr. Duffy. Raylan is
a deputy marshal,

and I'm a chief deputy.

So to what do we owe the pleasure,

Chief Deputy Mullen?

Well, see, now you know
my name and I know yours,

but these two guys, what, am
I just gonna have to guess?

I'll bet you're Mike.

I'll show you I did my homework.

I know that you are his hairdresser.

You got it, pops.

Step outside, I'll give you a clip.

Now, that means that you must be,

Mr. Picker, right?

Ethan Picker.

You have a rather
noble profile, Mr. Picker.

Is that due to your Greek heritage?

I got my nose from
a surgeon in Beverly Hills.

I just came to ask you,

if you'd take a short walk with
me, you know, talk in private.

I'm quite enjoying my grapefruit juice.

The man really is enjoying
his grapefruit juice,

so if you have no
law-enforcement reasons

to further harass us, have a good day.

Harass?

I thought I was being rather genial.

I could be a lot less so.

But just between us chickens,

I'm not here on official business.

Is that a fact?

If I were, I'd be compelled
to ask Mr. Picker here

about the murder of Sammy Tonin.

But that'd be official business,

and you know that's a whole thing.

All I really want is a word.

Oh, ma'am, I want you to stay calm,

but as quickly as you can,

remove the people from this
restaurant, all right?

Changed your mind.

It's more interesting, isn't it?

Lift your arms. I'm gonna
search you for weapons.

I've got an FN .45
and a Walther.

That's how you want to play it?

You know why I'm here.

'Cause you're a boot-licking errand boy?

You talk to me like that because
you know I'm not here to work.

If I were, there wouldn't be talking.

Hey, shit fingers, I see you.

Everybody relax.

Easy, Mikey.

I'm just here to give the man a ride.

I'm going for a walk with him.

I'll wait.

A long walk.

You don't want to blow me off.

Does anybody mind if I order?

Your whole family.

Come with me. Come on.
Let's go.

I can't let that happen.

Then we're in a pickle.

I'm gonna give you 10 seconds to leave,

and then, I'm gonna shoot you.

FYI, that's kind of a thing
with these marshals.

You really think you're that good?

I don't know.

I'm getting old.

But I'm probably pretty
good from this range.

Well, we don't really need
to make the 6:00 news.

Besides, a thing like this
has no expiration date.

Let's go.

I've changed my mind.

Bullshit.
I saved your ass.

You're coming with me.

Take the walk,
Mr. Picker.

We're not taking a walk.

Then what?
Shut up.

You spend your life thinking
you're one kind of person.

You get up every day,

put on clothes, you run
and do what needs doing,

try to have fun somewheres in between.

That's who you figure you are.

All them things you done.

And then one day...

Shit.

Shit what?

Shit bullshit.
I ain't the things I done.

If I was, God damn, I'd be one
jacked-up whole piece of pussy.

Hey, listen, maybe you ain't
just the things you done.

All I'm saying is, you do a thing that...
that you never done one day,

shit changes and you change

and things change
and everything's changing.

Hell you talking about, Dewey?

Is this 'cause I stuck my
finger up your butt last time?

No, no. No, I'm...

I'm just talking to y'all.

Talking?
It's weird.

Well, fine. To hell with it.

Now, I come here anyways 'cause I
got something for both of you.

Now, I want you to have this, Mina.

My pappaw gave it to me.

Wow.

It's a...

It's a turtle dog.

He carved it himself.

And, Teena, this is, without doubt,

my most prized possession.

But I don't want nothing more

that come from Florida anyway anyhow.

You want to swap?

Jimmy.
Been a while.

You want your usual?

Yes, I do.

Four fingers of Elmer T.

That's a good,
strong drink.

One of my favorites.

Most people too cheap to
pour a true double anymore.

That's what's wrong with this world,

everybody's on the take.

Yep.

Well, I ain't the promoting type,

but since you brought it up,

I got my own spot down the road.

Pour with a heavy hand,

got that good music on the box,

and a young, pretty staff
that's real friendly.

Well, I like friendly people.

What's the name of your spot?

Right now it's called Audry's.

But that's going to change.

Lots of things are gonna change.

Well, I appreciate the invitation,

but I like it right here.

My kind of place, I guess.

To each his own.

This Boyd Crowder's place, isn't it?

Well, it's says Johnny's
on the sign out front,

but I do believe Mr. Crowder's
the man in charge.

I heard he's some
big-time badass?

Big time.

That's what they say.

I wouldn't tell from the
immediate surroundings, though.

Looks like the shack after
skinning gators all summer.

Yep.

It smells like it, too.

I'd keep my criticisms
to a whisper if I were you.

Well, it's just us talking, right?

What's this Crowder going to do?

Well, an unpredictable man
can be unpredictable.

Yeah, well, let's hope he's predictable
enough to show up at his own bar.

You looking to have a
conversation with the man?

Well, let me buy you another
round while you wait.

Jimmy, can I get two more
for my new friends...

I'm sorry, I didn't get your names.

Darryl Crowe Jr.

To new friends.

Yeah. And how about you?

My name's Boyd Crowder.

God damn, man.

That was cool as ice.

I ain't gonna take your compliment
after taking your insult.

Now, you got 60 seconds to say

what it is you been waiting to say.

You sold my cousin Dewey
a bill of goods, didn't you?

That whorehouse shithole

was a money loser with a bartender

who not only had his hand in the till,

but was cooperating with
the federal authorities.

Well, it sounds to me like you got a
problem with its current management.

Fifteen seconds.

Nah, man.

My problem is with you, Boyd.

Crowes want purchase price plus interest.

And if I say no?

It's funny, I didn't even
consider that you might say no.

Well, you dumbass, you
might want to consider it.

So we're clear, you are saying no?

I've been accused of
being a lot of things,

inarticulate ain't one of them.

Jimmy.
That's $10 for the beer.

Plus tip.

Now get out of my goddamn bar.

Hey.
I will.

Just the man I wanted to see. I bet.

Okay. Remember I was down
in Florida, came back...

I did. Looking to revoke
parole for Darryl Crowe Jr.

I do.

Are you talking to me or them?

You. She put me on hold.
Okay.

I want to reinstate
the terms of his parole,

build a case with your help, purge
Kentucky of the Crowe family entire.

I know.
Can this wait?

What?
Well, look around, Raylan.

Big fish in the tank.

You want to talk purge, let's talk later.

I'm back.

Um... What were we
talking about?

All right.

Mr. Dunham.

Boyd, how you doing, brother?

I'm good.

Oh, brings me back being here.

Used to be on this very spot

was an old honky tonk
your daddy and I favored.

Yes, sir.

They had an old Ludwig kit with a
calfskin bass head on the stage.

Ever I come to town, Bo and I'd
sit down, get good and stoned,

and play Guy Clark tunes or Ray Price.

You know, when he got really frisky,
your daddy'd call out for Merle Travis.

He loved that man.
He idolized him.

Could never play like him, but
Bo about wore them records out.

So I guess you figured out the puzzle.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
called me all the way up here.

Any my cousin Johnny, your new partner,

acted without authorization,
made you think,

"If that duplicitous son of a
bitch can betray his own blood,

"what might he do to me?"

Else you wouldn't be here.

I'm not here to talk about
the internal dynamics

of my shit, Boyd.

I'm here to make reparations.

I'm prepared to give you
50 cents on the dollar.

Well, that's a very generous offer.

I know what it's worth
down to the decimal point.

But to be blunt, I'm
gonna reject your offer.

Now, I have a counter that
I think you will find

both painless and profitable,

comparatively speaking.

I'm listening... hard.

You pay me nothing.

I what?
You apologize.

You turn over my cousin Johnny

and you agree right now

to help me smuggle heroin
across the border from Mexico.

The first two I'm gonna
have to think about.

The last one ain't gonna happen.

You want me to move from the low-risk,

high-reward weed business
into the high-risk,

high-mortality trade of black tar?

Well, would it sweeten your tea

if I offered to cut you
in down the line, 50/50?

You'd really be willing to give up

half your take on the heroin?

Compared to what I'm gaining,

I ain't giving up a thing

Explains why art went to Detroit.

Art went to Detroit?
About a week ago.

Are you going in?

Guys upstairs ID'd him.

This just jumped to the top of the pile.

I want in.
Raylan.

Guy in there set my ex-wife
and me up for murder.

It's not about him anymore.

Of course it is.

I'm going in.

Well, your friend at the restaurant

is a high-value target
at the DOJ.

Name is Elias Marcos...

Theo Tonin's consigliere and
one-man praetorian guard.

Went with him to Tunisia.

I remember you.

How you doing?

My old high school.
Big showdown.

That was a gas, wasn't it?

Mr. Picker, we'd like your
help finding Marcos.

Him in the world represents
a disruption in the force.

Now, we know that Theo Tonin
left Tunisia two days ago

looking for help with his heart ailment.

We just don't know where.

Hopefully some country with friendly
extradition laws.

And what makes you think I'm
gonna help you find my ex-boss?

I don't know.
You shot his son.

Maybe he sent his top guy to whack you.

I killed Sammy?
That's funny.

We got multiple sources
put you as the trigger man.

Sources?
No witnesses?

Please. I'm not some rookie corner boy

you can scare into copping.

Well, it's just a matter
of time and pressure

before there's a sworn statement.

Oh, you guys just love the smell
of your own farts, don't you?

Well, this has got to be why
Marcos didn't just pop him.

Probably wanted to take him
out in the countryside

and get some pliers and a blowtorch

and work him over a little bit,

maybe send Theo a little snapshot.

That or he didn't want to shoot
it out with four armed men.

Genius.

Just give me two minutes.

Be my guest.

Alone.

I'm gonna have a Diet 7UP.

I'll have one, too, princess.

You can suck the can when I'm done.

I look forward to it.

Fear of black lungs
why I got out of the mines,

joined the service.

You was smart.

I thought I was smart.

Thought I would dodge it.

But here I am.

The world is full of
empty promises, Hayes.

I'm worried, Boyd.

Well, now, this...

is a promise you can take to the bank.

Not that.

Not that.
I know you're solid.

It's just the thought of
never seeing my kids again.

My wife.

You just got to love
them hard on your last days,

in your last minutes.

Yeah.

They don't monitor
this room, you know.

You want proper interrogation,

you got to go down the hall.

Well, if you're gonna use a rubber hose,

you might want to close the blinds first.

I know why you want to leave.

You want to take out Marcos yourself,

meaning you got a good
idea where to find him.

So give me an address.

Or what?

All I'm asking is you cooperate.

You want to threaten me.

I can see it on your face.

We've met once or twice.

Doesn't mean you know me or my thoughts.

Tell you one thing.

Don't threaten a guy
who can blackmail you.

Careful what you say now.

Well, I thought you said they
didn't roll tape in this room.

That's not what I mean.

I want you to think about something.

The reason you're
in a position to blackmail me

is because of things I do...

Things you've witnessed me do.

So that's the threat.

That's simply a statement of fact.

What's it gonna be?

Just relax, Mooney.

Everybody knows what kind
of man you really are.

That didn't stop LBJ from getting elected.

It's just that I eat in here every day.

Less the big deal we make it, the better.

So give me my money.

You ought to enjoy life a little.

And speaking of which,
I enjoyed your statement.

That's pretty funny,
you look at it a certain way.

Funny?

It's word for word.

I stated in Paxton's last phone call

that he confessed to his
criminal corpse conspiracy.

Now, that right there...

Now, if I have to spell out
why that's funny...

Maybe you're not so amused
as you are in a good mood.

Well, maybe you're right.

After everything my fiancee
and I have been through,

I got to say, today, I am
in a pretty good mood.

I'm gonna use the bathroom

and get you what you got coming to you.

Good.

Maybe we should get something to
eat so it looks less suspicious.

Sheriff Mooney.

This is what you get
when you cross my family.

That was Hayes' workman.

He's got the black lung.

He ain't long for this world.

Won't even see a trial.

But in six months' time,

his wife and his boys
will have enough money

to give them a leg up in this life.

The money that's supposed to be mine.

Every last dollar.

So I get nothing?

While I don't have any money
for you, Mrs. Paxton,

know you don't walk away with nothing.

Now, you leave Harlan county

and you don't come back.

The dominoes have fallen,
to coin a phrase.

The suicide of Lee Paxton,
the murder of Mooney

have made a shambles of this case.

Judge bishop is ready to dismiss.

Now, the bottom line is,

we're gonna get you
out-processed

first thing in the morning.

You're gonna be home,

a free woman,
by 9:00 or 10:00 a.m.

Could you give us a minute? Absolutely.

Hey...

First thing I get out tomorrow morning,

you take me out to eat?

You want a cat head or
a tenderloin biscuit?

Scattered, smothered, and covered.

God damn, I have missed you so much.

I want to fall asleep in your
arms and wake up in your arms

and hold you forever in our house.

Alone.

Quiet.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

I'll be here at 8:59.

Oh, look who's here.

Old Wendy.

Here you go.

You're welcome.

So, this is your big plan?

You don't like?

No, it's not too bad

if you like the smell of
cheap beer and stale cum.

No wonder they drug him out of here.

Oh, that marshal ain't have no right...

No, he had every right,
and I don't blame him.

That kid's sleeping on
couches all Swiss cheesed...

Hurricane Wendy all the
way from the Gulf Coast!

How the hell did you stay in the
car with her for four hours?

Wow. Look at that shirt.

It's real pretty.

Your foster family give you that?

Bet you a dollar it's from
J.C. Penney.

Let me see the tag.
Quit it.

I said let me see the tag.

Leave me alone!

Danny, cut it out, man!

Leave me alone, man.

It's like herding cats with them, man.

I ain't never had the patience
to deal with that shit like you.

Oh, you wanted this, didn't you?

What?

You crafty little turd.

You wanted me to come up here,

read you the riot act,

and get your sorry asses
in gear, didn't you?

We are better off
with you than without you.

No, no, no.
Not this time.

I am leaving.

Well, I ain't.

I ain't going nowhere.

All right?
We setting down roots.

Oh, is that so?
That's so.

Yeah?

Well, let me tell you a little something.

That marshal's looking to
reinstate your parole,

so best-case scenario, you are
in Kentucky for three weeks.

Nah, you need to do better than that.

All right?
You need to shut him down.

Lawyer his ass.

Darryl, believe me,
I will do the very best I can.

This family needs to stay together.

To wit, you need to find a fit place
for that boy to lay his head.

You have any ideas or you want
them to just take him away again?

No and no.

But I ain't got no money just yet.

No, of course you don't.

The money will come, Wendy.

Well, until it does, you
have got to find a house.

So, what, you ain't got no ideas?

Don't be cute with me.

Come on. You're supposed
to be the smart one.

Well, you could do the old thing.

We could do the old thing.

The old thing works.
The old thing works good.

Well, I don't have
X-ray vision,

but I don't think there's a hidden
compartment in any of these trucks.

You think Picker was jerking us around?

Or Markos was already gone
by the time we got here.

Why were you looking for Picker?

Tim and Rachel said you went to Detroit?

Unless he's been here the whole time.

We're clear?

Clear!

Holy Lord, that gun was bad.

Damn.

Look at that thing.
Did you see that thing?

Darn, no, I must have missed it.

Speaking of which, you might want
to log a few hours at the range.

Shit, though.

That's our link to Theo
Tonin, dead and gone.

I've admired it ever since
the day you showed up.

It's like corn silk.

You got nice hair, too.

Oh, please.

It's tangled and fit for rats.

I blame my daddy...

Italian blood, hair all thick and greasy.

It's been murder my whole life.

You get out, need work,

check out the salon in Corbin.

Tell them I told you to stop by.

I ain't getting out anytime soon.

But I appreciate it just the same.

Bed check.

It ain't Toss Tuesday.

Yeah, well, Barbie getting
discharged tomorrow,

or didn't you hear?

I heard.

Then lock the lip down
unless you want a report.

Oh, you're just mad someone cut your knot.

Holy shit, girl.

You got a banger up in here?

No.

You put that there.
That ain't mine.

What were you fixing to do?

Hurt somebody?

Your cellie?

Me?

NO.

Hey, come on.

Wait.

You know what kind of
deep shit you'd be in...

if you did...

This?

And this?

Oh, my God.

Bye-bye, honey.

Sorry, Ava.

Like I said, I ain't
getting out no time soon.

Man down. Help.

Help.
She shanked the guard!

Ava shanked the guard!

Gentlemen...

You should see this.

Hello, Theo.

But that face...

I bet that's the same look Saddam
had coming out the spider hole.

Man was gonna fly
10 to 12 hours in a can.

Can you imagine?

He had nice pillows.

What, he's still on the phone?

What, is he talking to Holder now?

He's done with Holder.

What's the deal on Picker?

Well, he seemed genuinely flattered

that Theo came out of hiding
to personally execute him.

Otherwise, nothing to keep
him on, so we let him go.

Man, you are sending him
off in grand fashion?

What's he got left?
Eight months?

Theo goddamn Tonin.

If that isn't the cap to a guy's
career, I don't know what is.

Ain't you supposed
to be getting groceries?

Wendy told you.

Ain't nobody listen to me,
so I ain't listening to them.

Here we go.

They didn't listen to me when
I said, "Kill the marshal."

Now we all got this headache.

He had a gun.

Man, you're dumb.

Just dumb.

Take aim, boy.

Like you got a gun.

I'm gonna show you what
can and can't be done.

How I would have done it.

I know the 21-foot
rule, okay?

Yeah.

You flinched.

Yeah, I damn flinched.

Crazy asshole running at me with a knife.

Get out of my face.

What's this?

Why nobody do nothing?

Why you change your shirt?

Hey.

Why you change your shirt?

It was itchy.

You changed because of this one.

No.

Danny, Danny, Danny boy.

Where's the food?

Food?

Wendy has given you a list.
Did you get the food?

Oh.

Well, J.B., I...
I guess I forgot.

Yeah.

So maybe you can go now.

Yeah, well, I already got one
bitch trying to be my mama.

I don't need two.

Do you mean this when you call me "bitch"?

It's just a word.

Bitch.

It's just a word.
Yeah.

Now, see, I prefer sticks and stones

'cause I like to break bones.

That's not the way you
should be talking to me, homie.

A man that just talks is no man.

I'm warning you.

If I want to fight you,
Danny, I just come at you.

I give you 21 feet.

I give you your best knife.

Don't be ignorant.

Have you done this really?

This 21-foot rule?

Hell, yeah.

Well, then, do it again.

But give me a real gun.

No bullshit.

Let's do it.

Not today.

I got some groceries to pick up.

Yes, you do.

Kendal, where's that goddamn list?

I ain't got it.

Whoo!

Suck on that, bitch!

My ears, Danny!

You push me, and I teach you what's up!

Oh, my God. He's...

He's Haitian hamburger's what he is.

You killed him.

You ain't gonna lose your shit, are you?

Ain't gonna tell nobody?

Just say no.

I won't say a word.

That's right.

It's our little secret.

Put that behind the bar.

I got to get some plastic.

Come on, man.

You're cleaning me out over here.
Let's go. Let's go.

Who's winning?

Me.

Why do you let him play?
That's what I'm saying.

Equal opportunity, boss.

Yeah. Quota. That's right.
Affirmative action.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
See.

Oh, oh.

You can't.

Okay. I got it.
I got it.

Need to interrupt real quick. I was just
wondering if you heard the news, Johnny.

Well, being that you're the main newsman
around here, if you ain't told me, then no.

Boyd's got another shipment coming in.

Well, he lit that candle back up quick.

Not Detroit.

I got it on good authority

he's striking up a connection
with the Mexicans.

Mexicans? Ho-ho!
Damn, it's hard times.

Well, I figure that wind's
being favorable lately.

Maybe we double down and
we hit that shipment, too.

There you go.

Yeah, that is big-balls bold. I like it.

I knew you would.

One question, though. You got
this on good authority from who?

Boyd.

Game's over.

I need you to come with.

You and him cut a deal?

Borry, son.

Well, one more question before I go.

How did you spend your
take of our first hit?

That's what you're asking me?

I invested it.

It's always best to make
your money work for you.

That's funny.
I did much the same.

I didn't even take my cut.
I split it three ways.

People power. It's a pretty damn
good investment, don't you agree?

Well, shit.

Rye. Double.

You're the lawyer.

I am.

Are you all right?

Is Boyd in?

Right behind you.

Mr. Geist!

Bad news, Boyd.

Bad news.

Well, it can't be that bad.

Jimmy, give this man another
round on the house.

You're gonna want one yourself.

Where is she?
Where's Ava Crowder?

You need to calm down, Boyd.

Don't tell me to calm down, goddamn it.

I... Where's my fiancee?

I just... I want to know where she is.

I want to see my fiancee.

She's gone. Transferred
to the State Penitentiary.

Get off me! Get off me!

Get off me!

Not too many days like this one.

Would it be selfish of me to say
that I don't want it to end?

No, tonight you're entitled.

Would you call it
the best day of your career?

Backing that asshole down
in that diner this morning,

Gunslinger Givens style.

"I'm gonna give you
10 seconds or I'm gonna shoot you."

That's got me covered
for the next 10 fishing trips.

Never say I didn't teach you nothing.

The hell you say?

Not literally.
Like osmosis.

Oh, boy. Start throwing around the
big words, that's my cue to go.

Go look it up, you mean?

Raylan, you're a dick.

Art, you're an American hero.

And it is my honor
to work in your company.

I'm a dick,
but you're a kiss-ass.

Okay, I'm trying to toast the man, please.

If I had to choose one person
who deserved this big a win,

it'd be you, chief.
100%. Congratulations.

Well, that was lovely, sir.

You can kiss my ass anytime you like.

By the way, in all the
hoopla, I almost forgot,

Picker did volunteer one tidbit.

You know, there's a rumor going around
that a federal lawman was instrumental

in the death of Nicky Augustine.

Picker said he was there on the tarmac,

watched the whole thing go down.

No shit.

Want to guess who he said it was?

Our favorite FBI asshole,
Special Agent Barkley.

Still missing, by the way.

Can you imagine that?

Barkley.

That's crazy.

Well, I guess I should go, too.

Unless there's something else.

It wasn't Barkley,

and I can tell you that for a fact.