Justified (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 9 - Wrong Roads - full transcript

- God damn it.
- What?

Dewey, you ever think
about wearing deodorant?

You saying I stink?

All I'm saying is, you

can't smell that, you best go get
your nose checked. You girls ready?

I'm about ready to
kick your ass.

Let's go.

All right. We're done here.

It's like we discussed...
wait 30 minutes,

then head out. Stay
off the highways.

- No speeding...
- Drinking, sex after midnight.



You get lit up, you're just an
employee of the hr towing company.

- You don't know shit about that cargo.
- Yeah, I got it,

sweet tits. Yeah, well, you better.
Now, where in the hell do you

think you're going?
Nah, I ain't smelling

your ass all the way
back to Kentucky.

He's your kin. You ride with him.
Don't screw this up.

Told you.

Carl's on his way. The
boys ain't far behind.

Yes, sir.

I told you they'd handle this shit.
It's gonna be a good-ass morning.

I believe I can take it from here.

Old Jimmy's a bit
of a cold fish, ain't he?

A tired fish, more like

- it, and I can't say I blame him.
- Well,



if you ain't too tired,
I'd love to discuss

- something with you.
- Well, make it

quick, 'cause that
couch you're sitting

- on is calling my name.
- I like

the way you handle
yourself, Boyd.

I know when a man is worth
a shit, and you are.

So I want to tell you this,

'cause I don't want no
secrets between us.

You know, full
disclosure and shit.

Well, let me guess...
Hot Rod's

boys didn't pull
no weapons on you?

Awfully convenient
you had a way over

the border all cocked
and ready to go.

Wait. You don't
miss a trick, man. Shit.

Well, you know, we
was just trying

to make ourselves
useful, you know.

Well, in the process,
Darryl, you made yourself a liar.

But you an honest man, Boyd, hmm?
A full-blown honest man?

That why you pointing
that gun at me from

- underneath that desk?

There it is. I
understand how you'd

feel that way, Boyd,
but you got to admit,

- we did deliver.
- Well, it seems

to me that that
heroin's still 1,000

Miles away from being
in my possession,

which means you ain't
delivered shit yet.

Well, about that.
It would be a

terrible shame if my
brother Danny accidentally

made a wrong turn with
one of them trucks, and

neither you nor me nor
your partners want that.

So, what is it that you
do want, Darryl Crowe Jr.?

I just want to be
part of the goddamn family, Boyd.

- Hi. I'm Kayla.
- Raylan.

Hey, those sound kind of alike, don't they?
Kayla, Raylan.

I suppose they do. You gonna
offer to buy me a drink, Raylan?

Whatever she'd like.
I'll have a Tequila

on the rocks, with
three limes, please.

Something nice, but don't
put my friend here in

the poorhouse. I read
somewhere Tequila's the

- only liquor isn't a depressant.
- Hmm.

Also, pound for pound, don't

- give me nearly as bad a hang over.
- Pound for pound, huh?

My father was a boxing fan.
You like boxing?

Not so much these days. I
used to be a fan of those old guys.

Thank you, sugar. Cheers.
So, what brings you in here

- tonight?
- Actually, I'm on vacation.

Oh, can't remember the last time
I took a vacation.

What I wouldn't give to be
lying on a beach somewhere.

Can I ask you something?
Not gonna be much of a

- conversation if you don't.
- Let's

say you and I have
been dating for just a

little while. I
bought you a bikini,

invited you to come
down to Miami with

me to see my baby daughter... that
be weird or forward or something?

I-I love Miami.
A-and it's...

it's so great you want
to spend time with you

daughter. Think I'd go with
you right now, you wanted.

Oh, yeah? My rate is normally
$1,000 per day, but for you...

Knock it down to $500.

Yeah, I want to book a flight.

♪ 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 ♪

This would be easier if you'd
just point me in his direction.

Marshal, if a D.E.A. Agent
showed up in Lexington asking

for information on a fugitive,
there any chance you'd just open

up your files to us?

I take your point.

Besides, you want to know
where Hot Rod Dunham's at,

Miller's your guy.

All right.

Not too shabby.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

There a problem, henkins?

Alex Miller, meet deputy U.S.

Marshal Raylan Givens,
down from Lexington.

Is that a ruger?

It's a gp 100.

Oh.

I didn't know D.E.A.
Still used revolvers.

Well, they don't, officially.

But a .357 will
never let you down.

Not like those glocks
or Smith & Wesson 9's.

They jam so bad, you can spread
them on your breakfast toast.

No trouble with the
double-action trigger?

Nothing a little oil won't make as
smooth as a Bill Clinton apology.

The marshal says some of hot
rod Dunham's crew ended up

dead in Mexico.

Hot Rod hasn't operated South
of the border in years.

The guys at
Epic say differently.

Hmm. Thanks for the tip.

I'll look into it.

I'll let you know what turns up.

If it's all the same
to you, I'd like to tag along.

Hmm.

Uh, m-marshal Givens knows
Hot Rod a little bit.

So what?

That's why your chief
sent you, huh?

I'm on
vacation, actually.

Vacation?

Hmm.

And you thought you'd come to
Memphis and kick the hornet's

nest, huh?

And have some ribs.

And have some ribs, yeah.

Sorry, marshal, I
can't help you.

Okeydokey.

I'll try Memphis P.D., local
FBI, make a few more calls.

I just wanted to come by as a
courtesy, you know... do unto

others and so forth.

When I see Hot Rod, I'll
tell him you said "hey."

Marshal.

Hmm?

I like to drive.

I assume you're gonna
tell SAC about this?

I'll let you tell him, Henkins.

You can tag along, if you like.

Come on.

Well, I can't tell you what it
means to lay these weary eyes on

your beautiful, beautiful face.

You look tired, Boyd.

I'm sorry about
all this, Ava.

It's not your fault.

You being
properly looked after?

Never thought I'd long for the
Harlan county detention center,

that's for sure.

Hmm.

You ain't said
anything about my hair.

Well, um... It seems
to me you should have

always been wearing it that way.

I guess you've been busy.

I'm still just trying to
take the necessary steps to

secure our future.

Our future?

I'm gonna get you out of
here, Ava Crowder, I promise you.

I need a favor, Boyd.

Name it.

My friend is in trouble.
She's gonna find you.

Do whatever she asks.

Well, you know I will.
Is there

anything else that
I can do for you?

Just take care of her.
You let

- me know when it's done.
- Ava?

- Are you making cocktails now?
- Just messing around.

- You gonna yell at me?
- Well,

actually, I was hoping
I could try it, you

don't mind. Hmm.

Mmm.

Well, that's pretty good.
Come up with a

- name for it yet?
- Yeah, I call it a

"this place sucks."
Hey, I know this

place isn't working
out the way anyone

hoped, but your brothers
are getting together...

You mean my uncles?

Yeah. Them.
They're working on

something, supposed to
bring in a whole lot

of cash. As soon as I
get my cut, we're gone.

We can get a bigger
place, get you

- set up in school.
- Whatever.

Kendal, no
"whatever." I promise you.

Give it one week, you never have

to see any of them again you
don't want to. Who knows?

Maybe we'll even
get you a job as a

bartender in one of
them fancy clubs.

- You got to be 21.
- Get you a fake I.D.

Hey.

- Hey. Didn't know you were back.
- Late last night.

- So? How did it go?
- Smooth, like a

- stripper's ass. How y'all doing?
- Doing good.

Pretty quiet. Hey, Kendal, how
about you get Darryl a plate?

And give me one of them
Café con leche?

Man, you quickly
becoming my favorite

person on the planet,
you know that, Kendal?

I feel you all cocked and ready.

- What's going on?
- You swear to me it went good?

Man, you said
you didn't want all

the details, to protect
your precious law

I just want you
to shoot me straight, Darryl.

It's real this time. We about
to become goddamn rich, Wendy.

Remember that phosphate mine?
Multiply that by a hundred. Each.

That straight enough
for you, Wendy Crowe?

The shipment isn't even

here yet, Mr. Crowder.
Mexico was a near

disaster, and now you're
telling me that we

have new partners. Am I wrong
to find all of this disturbing?

Oh, God. If they want a cut,
they're partners, Mr. Crowder.

Doesn't sound like we have
much choice, does it?

I'll see you then.

- What? The dope's not there?
- It's on its way.

Yeah, right, it's on its way.

We just have to agree to this new
gang of idiots' terms, right?

- Jesus Christ.
- Hi, this is Wynn Duffy in 236.

Could you send up another
pot of coffee, please?

Because this one tastes like my

ass on Sunday. Thank you, dear.
We'll go down to Harlan county,

we'll play nice, and
everything will be fine.

Get some rest.

That place can be exhausting.

So, how you know Hot Rod?

He's been branching out...
linked

up with some folks I
know in Kentucky.

And you thought you'd chase on
that lead on your vacation?

Well, I was actually packed

- for Florida when I got the news.
- Florida?

- You don't strike me as a... Beach person.
- My baby girl's down

- there. You got a kid?
- Hmm.

Jesus.
What did you go and do that for?

Hey, w-w-what's the plan?
No one heard nothing yet?

Well, shit. Look at this duo.

Shit. What's up, Miller?
You don't knock no more?

Walked right by the security

cameras for you. Somebody's
asleep at the switch. Uh-huh.

I see you know Kentucky. Mm-hmm.
He tell you how he like to

swing shovels? Well,
you two must have

made quite an
impression, because now

he wants to talk to the man himself.
Oh, that's funny. So do we.

All cLear. These D.E.A. Boys coming
out the woodwork like roaches.

- Mm-hmm.
- What did that mean, "so do we"?

That means that we ain't
seen Hot Rod in days,

so maybe you two should
keep doing y'all

constabulating and let
us know where he's at.

You wouldn't lie to

us, would you, Jay? Look,
man, we foot soldiers.

We been here all day minding our

- own, and we ain't seen the crew in days.
- You buying any of

this? Not one bit, but there's
other places we can look.

Okay, you sit on these assholes.
Do not let

them call Hot Rod. We
don't want him getting a

heads-up we're coming.
♪
♪ help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Boyd Crowder.
Never heard of him.

Look, I don't know
if you playing me or

protecting him, but I'm
a friend of his woman.

I promise you, he will want to see me.
Let me see if the owner

- knows him.
- That won't be necessary, Caleb.

I'm Boyd Crowder.
You'll have to forgive

my friend Caleb... we
know each other from

the mines. A man
spends that much time

in the dark, customer
service ain't

one of his strong suits. My
experience, a dog can be trained.

- A human can, too.
- I didn't get your name, miss...?

Rowena is just fine.
It's a long way out

of my routine to get
down here, which

means it's a long
way home, so it's

best we just get
down to brass tacks.

Very well, then. Caleb? Please.
Whatever you need, I'm at your

disposal. Simple. Once
a week, you get me 100

grams, pure as you can. I take a
cut, give the rest to your woman.

Ava wants heroin? Guess you
weren't expecting that, huh?

Your girl's fitting to
take care of herself,

but first you got
to take care of me.

Well, what did you have in mind?
I had a partner, woman named

Vernon. Worked with me at the jail,
helped me bring shit inside.

She was murdered. A
man set fire to her

house in the middle
of the night and let

her burn inside.
You gonna get me my retribution.

Look, I know what I'm
asking ain't easy...

It ain't that so much.

It sounds like this fella has it coming.

It just bothers me that
I don't know you, and

you know a hell of a
lot more about what my

fiancée's doing than I do.
Well, all you need

to know, you want your
woman to be safe,

this what has to happen.
How you think

he feel being treated like that?

Like a shit smear on they shoes?
Humiliated. Shut up!

Why you think that
old, tired-ass,

bourbon-soaked has-been
Miller's on the hunt?

That must by why everybody missing
and why Kentucky down here.

I don't know. Hey, I ain't
gonna tell you guys again.

When is
this little D.E.A.

Punk gonna Learn how
to wipe his own

ass? When daddy says he can.
You don't like the truth, do

you, whipping boy? They keep
you in the dark, whipping boy?

All right. I'm just
gonna chalk that

up to you two being
upset, what with

half your crew dead in Mexico. Oh, yeah.
Y-you didn't know that?

Yeah.
Federales found them

all shot up in their
truck with traces of

heroin. Long gone. Oh, I
bet... I bet you two boys

were expecting that
heroin to come

your way, weren't you?

You know what that means, don't you?
There's a lot up for grabs.

It's "now or never" time, baby.
Mm-hmm. Hammer and anvil?

Yep. Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey. Hey.

Sit your asses down. God damn it, guys!
You can't shoot us, dude.

What you think it's
gonna look like,

you killing a couple
homies in cuffs?

Yeah, I will take the cuffs off after.
You ain't got the balls to do

that. That's Miller's department.
Oh, yeah? Try me.

Okay. Who you gonna hit first, huh?
Ohh!

Whoo! Down goes Frazier, baby!
Down goes Frazier! Yeah!

Hammer and anvil, baby. Hammer and anvil.
Get the keys.

Has he left yet? No, we still here.
What's going on?

The clock is running down. Boyd
Crowder hit back. You tell Hot Rod.

He give us where Boyd
Crowder's at, and

maybe he lives.
What the hell now?

Come on. Let's go.

How do I know?

You been with me damn near the entire time.
Where he at?

I ain't gonna ask again. Geez.
All I know is he got a bar up in

Harlan. That's a start.
Where? Try Google.

You son of... no, no, no!
Okay, okay! Stop.

I tell you what. You grab a pencil.
I'll draw you a map.

You can't find anything out
there without a... a map.

I didn't know Hot Rod was a
legitimate businessman. He ain't.

- It's just a way to move the dope.
- Oh, but the dope in

the tow car gives him deniability.
It's an old trick, but it

still works.

Gun down! Now!

Aw, shit.

Just like you to show
up two minutes late.

Hot Rod, what the hell have

- you gone and done? I got greedy.
- Anyone else here?

- What are you doing here?
- Johnny

Crowder and three of
your boys turned up

dead in Mexico. At the
hands of Boyd, no doubt.

- Damn crowders.
- Miller.

Yeah? You got the flask? Yeah.

911. What is your emergency? Deputy U.S.
marshal Raylan Givens.

We need an ambulance.
You had this

piece of shit ever
since I know you.

It's cheap shit.
What, old dog like you gonna

complain? Old dog being put down.
Oh, shit.

Least I ain't dying in no jail cell,
like your daddy.

Drink up, old man. Drink up.
It'll make

you feel better. Go ahead.
There you go.

Drink it down. There you go.
[ Breathing

Remember, I
gave you that tip?

Turned out to
be a... a D.E.A. Sting.

You didn't even know what your
own office was doing. Yeah.

It landed me in some epic shit.
Almost lost my job.

Aw, hell.

Afternoon.
I'm sorry to disturb your rest,

but the receptionist down the hall
said that you're elmont Swain.

You come to tell me I won
the sweepstakes, are you?

She sent you here, didn't she?

I'm just here to talk.
Don't lie to me, boy.

Show me that respect, at least.

She said you killed her partner.
Them sending that poison into

the prisons, making my
poor Helena overdose.

She was doing time for check

fraud, for God's sake.
Didn't deserve that.

Well, if someone killed

my woman, I'd do the same.
That's my Helena.

She's a beautiful

woman. I got a bad heart, bad
liver, and don't got long on

this earth. But if
you want to send

me to her, you're
gonna have to draw.

Well, unless you
want to meet your maker

this fine day, I'd take
my finger off that

trigger, elmont. But I will tell you
this... killing an old man in a

nursing-home bed ain't
on my bucket list.

In that case, you better turn

- around and head out of here.
- Well,

I'm afraid I can't
do that, either.

So we got a problem.
How would you like to get out of

here? Somewhere far away?
I got the money and the

motivation to set you up for life.
Now, how about it?

Won't you save us both a
whole lot of trouble and

agree to live out the
rest of your days like a

king, Mr. Swain? How much money?
Well, I don't really give a

shit, but I guess it's good news.
Henkins has a concussion, but

- he'll be all right.
- Rod was your C.I., huh?

For the better part of 15 years.
He'd tip me to his competition.

You let him peddle his pot.
And you thought I was dirty,

huh? So, with Jay and Roscoe after
this Boyd Crowder, you got any

- notion of which way they're headed?
- I might.

It's still a D.E.A. Case, Givens.
If you're headed over there,

- goddamn right I'm going with you.

What's your E.T.A.
Now? I told you,

I need some for Ava.
Let's say two hours.

But I lost track of those
idiots Danny and Dewey.

Can't get them on their cells.

Well, keep trying.

- It keeps sending us to the highways.
- Well, make it not.

Oh, God, this
damn thing don't work.

If we take this road,

- where does it get us?
- Oh, I don't know.

What road is this?

Dewey, Dewey, I thought
you knew these roads.

I know the highways.

- You don't know shit!
- If it

weren't for me, y'all
wouldn't even be in...

I'm in the middle
of nowhere with a

redneck that stinks like
my ball sack, towing

a car full of heroin that will
put me away for two lifetimes.

Now, unless you want me to set

up a special meet and
greet with our lord and

savior, get this damn GPS
working, you hear me?

- Yeah, man, I hear you.
- Amen.

Simple piece of shit.

Help you boys? Your sure can.
Y'all got maker's?

Does the pope shit in the woods?

Doubles. Neat.

Ohh! Aah! God damn!
No need to get rough!

Shit, take the money and go.

The money? Oh, no, you
got us all wrong.

We looking for someone name of

Boyd Crowder. The word
is that this his place.

Do you know him?

No. No, I... Aah.

Hey, man, take that shit out his
mouth so he can talk, man. 'Scoe!

Take it out. You were saying? Uh...
Y-y-yeah, yeah, I know

him. Oh, okay. 'Cause
your boy killed our crew

and took our drugs, so this the score.
We gonna let the song play out

to the end so you can
think about that, then

you gonna tell us where
we can find him, or

that'll be the last song you ever hear.
He's not even here...

shh! Song ain't over yet.

Ava Crowder? You're scheduled
for a hep-b shot tonight.

Check in with the infirmary
before lights out.

You're Crowder? You're the bitch
who messed up our supply?

I'm working on it.
Unless you got a

gram shoved up your
pussy for me right now,

- you ain't taking care of anything.
- I will have something

soon. Something soon.
"Something soon" means shit.

You ain't got anything on you right
now, it's time to catch cold.

No, it's time for you to back off.
This bitch is messing me up.

Look at me. I said, "look"!
Don't be preaching none of

your goddess bullshit.
You can cut her and

you can cut me, but
it's not gonna help

you. Making this bitch
bleed will help Learn her.

This what you really want to do?
You really want to cut someone?

You want to cut me, then you cut me...
really cut me.

Don't do this half-assed,

fiending bullshit to make
yourself feel bigger and badder.

That don't come from out here.

You deal with that in there.
The real

fight is inside
you, not out here.

But if you want that real fight,
we can always arrange it.

You just say where and when.

- Don't mind if I do. Hey, Raylan.
- Hmm?

- Two men after Boyd? What?
- Who did this?

Those assholes! They shot next to my ear!
I can't hear you!

Two guys looking for Boyd, right?!
They did this?!

- Where are they?!
- The whorehouse!

Hey, wait, man, I don't need this shit!
Wait! What about me?!

God damn! What the hell
kind of place is this?!

It's real simple.
Crowes want to be

responsible for
transporting your heroin

across state lines. We
already demonstrated

our ability to
successfully navigate

the border patrols, and
with the risk that

assumes, we feel we
entitled to 20% of the pie,

- which leaves plenty to go around.
- That's it?

Just that
we appreciate the

opportunity, and we are
excited to be a part of

- all your endeavors.
- So that's it?

Yeah.

Well, I just have
a few questions I'd

love to get cleared up
before we get into specifics.

- Shit, yeah. Such as?
- Where are our drugs?

Carl's truck's already arrived.
The other one's still en route.

- They'll be here real soon.
- Well, maybe we should

wait until "real soon" to
finish this discussion.

No, you ain't got to

worry, Mr. Duffy. Everybody's
gonna be just fine, trust me.

Even if it arrives
safely and we agree

to go with you, 20%
ain't happening.

Well, what
would you consider

fair for this kind of
specialized labor?

10%. And that's of what you
actually deliver, not what you

- leave Mexico with.
- There are

three other partners
involved in this

enterprise. If we
pay you 20%, then

you're making almost
as much as us, and

that hardly seems fair.

Well, if you can't find someone
to get your shit

over here, y'all gonna be
splitting exactly Jack shit.

Yo, this Audry's famous whorehouse?
It is. But we are closed.

Damn. What happened, all the pussy
ran out on y'all or something?

- We're fumigating.
- Fumigating? The whores?

I knew you would like that.
But seriously,

though, I'm gonna need
to take a peek inside.

Seriously. If I got to tell you
we're closed again, we gonna have a

problem. You already got a problem.
Meet Roscoe.

- Say hi, Roscoe.
- Hi.

- Why don't we say 15% and call it a day?
- For 15%, I'll smuggle it in myself.

So go ahead and do it, man.
Stop wasting my goddamn time.

Something wrong?

I don't suppose I got to
tell y'all not to reach

inside your coats or do
anything accordingly

- stupid.
- Can we help you gentlemen?

I bet you can. Which one
of y'all Boyd Crowder?

- Who may I say is asking?
- Who? We are.

Well, whoever
you are, taking into

consideration everything
that's happened in

the last 48 hours, I
take it you're here

for drugs or money
or maybe revenge.

Man, this dude! Yes.
God damn, I love it.

But you can keep the revenge.

We'll just take the
drugs or the money.

In fact, I'll even let you pick

- which.
- Well, that's mighty considerate.

Boyd Crowder's the man.
Mm-hmm.

So, how about it, boys?
What should we give them, huh?

Half a mil? But why stop there?

'Cause y'all probably
want the full mil, right?

Or, better yet, we could just

give you all our drugs,
let you take that.

How would that be for you boys?

Don't do this, Boyd.
Now, see, we was

getting along there
for a minute, right?

- So don't ruin it.
- Actually, we might have a job opening.

All you got to do is
kill this fella right

here, agree to 10%, and
you can become our new

- smugglers.
- Man, is you out your mind?

- Ain't nobody doing shit to me.
- Or

better yet, why don't
we all just pull right

now? Shoot this shit out, see what's
what when the smoke clears, huh?

- Boyd, cool out, man. I'll take 10%.
- Shut up, Darryl.

- It's already too late for that.
- Okay.

Come on, boys. Who's in?

Miller, would you call this a herd,
a gaggle, or a

flock of assholes? I would call
this a United Nations of assholes.

Well, that's
funny, 'cause we were

just discussing
ratifying some shit.

Boys, we're gonna need
you two to put them guns down.

Uh, Raylan, can I be
excused from the table?

No, you may not.

Boys. Reason not the need, marshal.
Here we go.

I'm sorry? "King Lear"?
Shakespeare?

Basically, Lear split
his kingdom in half and

gave it to his two
daughters, deal being

Lear get to hang out
and keep 100 knights.

They agree, and then later,

these two bitch-ass daughters,
they change the deal.

They like, "well, daddy, what

you need with 100 knights? 50, 10, 5?
What you need with one?"

Lear says, "reason not
the need." Hot damn!

- Reason not the need. Uh-huh.
- I don't understand

what these two are talking about,
but I got to admit I'm interested.

Well, in the analogy,
we be Lear, and we just

want what's rightfully
ours, and then we

out, never to be seen again.
And, well, they the bitches.

You can have them and they

- kingdom.
- You two assaulted a D.E.A. Agent.

And you got Hot Rod killed.
Yeah, but

that's all 'cause of
these folks here.

We handed them to you. You
ought to be thanking us.

No way either of you are

walking out of here in
anything less than handcuffs.

I'm gonna give you three

seconds, Roscoe. Drop the gun.
Look, now, I know you upset

over Hot Rod, but you know better
than to push us, Miller. Whoa!

Your brother threatened a D.E.A.
Officer.

Put that gun down, or I'll kill

- you dead.
- Put it down.

- Put it down.
- Don't do it, Jay. Put it down.

So, what now? Want to go
hunt down some tow trucks?

I'm gonna head back to

Lexington, enjoy some
of this vacation.

Yeah, I ought to do
that from time to time.

Take some time off, go see my

kids. But somehow, that never
seems to quite end up happening.

Thought you didn't have kids?
No, I never said that.

Take it easy, Miller.

I apologize for running late.
Had a little hiccup with the

local authorities. Really are
a criminal, ain't you, son?

Well, I can't deny that, Mr. Swain.
I still got my gun, you all

- try anything.
- Relax, elmont. You on easy street now.

- Hell are you doing?
- Well, if it's all

right with you, I'm
gonna take a piss.

Nothing funny. Of course not.
Jimmy, get elmont here his

money. Ease his weary mind.
Now, I'll be right back.

It's done.

- Four in a row.
- Dang.

- Kid, you are sharp, I'll give you that.
- What are we doing

- here, Wendy?
- Just waiting for Darryl to make bail.

I don't mean that.
Look, we talked about this.

We just got to stay put for another
couple of days, all right?

We are almost there. Hey.
Everything all right?

No matter where
you at, it's the

same dumb-ass cops
asking the same dumb-ass

- questions. What y'all playing?
- Double solitaire.

- You got another deck?
- No, sorry.

Hey, I said I ain't got another one.

Damn, son, what is you scared
I'm gonna find?

- Nothing, but that's my shit.
- Come on, Darryl, what

- are you doing?
- What you got? Pornos?

I ain't got nothing.

- Gay porn? Darryl!
- Shut up.

Ain't no pornos. It's
close to two g's, man.

You want to explain this?

- It's mine. I earned it.
- Oh, you earned it,

huh? What, is you sucking
dick in the trailers?

- Huh?
- You best answer him, Kendal.

- How you get all this?
- Go on.

I stole it from the Johns that came in.

You... How you steal...
I'm keeping this shit.

- That's mine.
- Ain't shit yours.

When you grow... Kendal! Kendal!
Man, what is wrong with him?

Well, maybe
he's just looking

- for a way out.
- A way out?

- Why you keep talking about getting out?
- We both want out,

Darryl. All right? This
place just ain't right.

You sound goddamn stupid.
I got one truck of dope here.

Another one is on the way. We know
the pipeline, we know the players.

I'm fitting to kill three people.
We gonna take over the entire

- heroin business in Kentucky.
- I don't want that.

I don't want no part of that.

Neither does Kendal. I
want my cut of what

all you're about to
get in, and then I'm

- gone.
- You don't want that?

I'm here for my shot.

Go on and sit.

You talk to Boyd? Skinny,
little stick of a man?

- He able to satisfy all your needs?
- I think more important

is whether he was able to satisfy yours.
Well, yes and no.

Must be nice to have a
man to do your every

bidding, 'cause he sure
done this one real well.

Then we're good. No.
There's one more thing I need.

Hold on. We had a deal.
See, here's the

amazing thing about you
being the convict and

me being the non-convict...
you don't got

- any leverage.
- This is how you do

business? This is why you
didn't want Judith in on this?

You cross her, too? No,
the deal's still good.

See, just one more condition.

See, the first one was
you helping me on the

outside, and this is
you helping me on the

- inside.
- Hmm. You want to hear it or not?

It's no big thing. You just
got to kill mother superior.

Come again? You want your
shit, you got to kill Judith.

Jesus Christ.
Is this real, or has

early-onset dementia
finally set in, and I'm

- starting to see you in my waking hours?
- Got a tip.

Yeah, I heard that from the D.E.A.
Sac in Memphis.

Called to thank me for our assistance.

- You're welcome.
- So, what, you're filing

reports on your vacation?
That's a violation

of the D.O.J.
Employment guidelines.

The vacation was postponed.
I got to take care of a few

- things first.
- Meaning, you can't go on

vacation because you're working.
'Cause that's who you are, Raylan.

- Right? You're a working man.
- You

know, I might be on to
something here, Art.

- Wynn Duffy mixing it up with the crowes?
- Don't worry.

D.E.A.'S already asked
for your assistance.

I'm not gonna take you off the

- case. Congratulations. You win again.
- You say that like

- it's a bad thing.
- You know what?

My wife is right...
I'm the crazy one

here, thinking that
you're gonna change.

I mean, what the hell's
ever gonna do that?

I've already torn you so many

new assholes, you don't
know which one's the

original, but you're
still the same guy that

kicked up here from Florida.
I tell you what

to do, you do whatever
the hell you want,

somehow it all works out, and I'm
the dumb-ass losing sleep over it.

I asked you to
make a choice, Art.

If you don't like the way I do

- things...
- Well, I'm not gonna make that decision.

'Cause I don't have to, right?
I've still got a week and a half.

I'm gonna enjoy my time. Hell,
why am I even talking to you?

- You're not even here.
- Art, I'm here.

Let's get to this.

- Let's just resolve this.
- No. I'm still the goddamn boss,

until somebody tells me otherwise.
And if I say you're not here,

you're not here.

- You cut it with baby laxative?
- Hell, yeah.

- You didn't know that?
- I dealt mostly with pills.

Aw, yeah, man. I... I see
cocaine, and I just shit my pants.

Yeah, it's all cut with that shit.
What's this cock-knocker doing,

- man?
- I told you we shouldn't have taken the

- highway.
- Dewey, shut your goddamn mouth.

Hey, asshole, Learn how to drive!
Oh, you just barked up the wrong

tree!

D.E.A., show me your hands.

Dewey, how far you
think that car is from here?

The hell you doing?

Officer. How you doing?
Is there a problem?

Won't be, soon as
you're down on the

ground with your
hands on your head.

Oh, that's not necessary.
I belive my weapon says

- otherwise.
- Ah, see you got your gun out.

Ain't gonna work. You ever
hear of the 21-foot rule?

- Matter of fact, I have.
- Certain

kind of man would
think that it's fate.

Of all the harmful,
epic bullshit on the

Internet, 21-foot
rule's top of the list,

- pal.
- Why don't you holster that gun?

I holster it, you gonna be the
second asshole I shoot today.

I'll make sure
to put that on your tombstone.

Here we go.