Justified (2010–2015): Season 6, Episode 1 - Fate's Right Hand - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on Justified...

You're hit!

It's not me. It's you.

He lost a lot of blood.
He went out in the ambulance.

Hasn't opened his eyes since.

That's my heroin!
Dewey...

Or you don't think
I'll shoot?

I will shoot.
The way I shot Wade Messer!

We got you on tape, Dewey,

talking heroin, big dreams.

You heard that?
About Messer, too.



You're saying you're
going after Boyd Crowder?

VASQUEZ: We're going after him
under the RICO Statute.

We're gonna bury him.

And you want me to help?

Before you go? Yeah.

You were lousy at running
heroin, Boyd Crowder.

But from what I'm told, you are
really good at robbing banks.

I came here
to go over the rules.

How you make a call. How
you record a conversation.

AVA: How I send
an emergency signal.

What to do if
I'm in danger. Yeah.

And you're clear?
Mmm-hmm.

Then we're good.

Are you serious? This is...
Is really happening?



Papework's been filed.

Just a matter of
routine approvals.

I'll be there, all moved in,
in a few weeks.

Goddamn, she's beautiful.

Oh, little lady, you're
wide awake, aren't you?

(BABY COOING)

Want Mr. Turtle?

(SIGHS)

I'll tell you a secret.

Your daddy is pretty tough,

but he is no match
for the graveyard shift.

(COOING CONTINUES)

Oh, Raylan,

what in the world is
worth missing this for?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORNS HONKING)

Ripped By mstoll

(ALL CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(SCOFFS)

Bourbon.

Tequila.

Hey, Yankee.

If you're looking
for the whorehouse,

it's just around the corner,
just past the Starbucks.

(LAUGHTER)

I'm looking for
a Federals named Aguilar.

Don't suppose that's you?

It depends.
On?

AGUILAR:
What it is you want.

(RAYLAN EXHALES SHARPLY)

Never really developed
a taste for tequila.

Kind of hard to understand
how you make a drink

out of
something like that...

Sharp, inhospitable.

Same reason
I never understood

the fascination
with the artichoke.

Who are you? DEA?

Now, Bourbon is
easy to understand.

Tastes like
a warm summer day.

Texas Ranger?

U.S. Marshals Service.

Just got a couple questions,
I'll be on my way.

Four weeks ago,

you reported finding an
abandoned truck in the desert

with the bodies of some
drug-running Americans.

You read the report.
I have nothing more to say.

I ain't looking
to jam you up.

Makes no difference to me
if you hijacked the truck

hoping to find some drugs,

instead got a wagonload
of dead gringos.

Don't even care if a little
money was exchanged.

How you boys do things down
here is none of my business.

I just want to know about
the other men in that desert,

the ones
that walked out alive.

(BILLIARD BALLS CLACK)

(CHUCKLES)
You walk through that door,

putting your hat on
like you mean business,

like God gave you
a big set of swinging cojones.

Look around you.
This is Mexico, cabrón.

And that star you wear
don't mean shit.

Now, a Ranger badge...
Ah, a Ranger badge,

that means something.

They bang it out of
a 1948 Mexican silver coin.

And (SCOFFS)
you don't even have a gun,

which is a good thing,

or else I'd stick your
Yankee ass in a Mexican prison

where you can eat
shit for all I care.

Now take that worthless star
and get out of my city.

Thank you for the drink.

I'll be in touch.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

This is Mexico, cabrón!

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(DRUNKENLY SINGING IN SPANISH)

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(LAUGHS)

(DRUNKENLY SINGING IN SPANISH)

(KEYS JANGLING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

I told you
I'd be in touch.

Welcome to the United States
of America, chief.

Around these parts,
this star means something.

(GROANS)

Feel like talking?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(FAUCET SQUEAKS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

You want to smoke that shit,

do it outside my truck.

And one more.

(STAMPER CLICKS)

"l believe
that banking institutions

"are a greater threat to our
liberties than standing armies."

Thomas Jefferson.

(STAMPER CLICKS)

Right this way,
Mr. Crowder.

Would you like a private room,
Mr. Crowder?

No, ma'am. I believe
this will be a quick one.

Excuse me!
Can I please get some help?

I'll be fine.
Thank you, Mr. Crowder.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

(BRIEFCASE CLICKS)

THE PIG:
I appreciate your help.

(BOTTLE SPRAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ 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 ♪

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BANG IN DISTANCE)

(BED CREAKS)

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(WHIRRING)

Boyd!

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Where's Hollis?

(SIGHS) I let him go.

Yet I hired him
to do the job.

Well, Ava, I figure
what's mine is yours,

what's yours is mine,
so I...

Thought I'd just
do it myself.

Besides, all that's left
is lo paint.

I can get to that tomorrow.

Then what?

You tell me.

(SNIFFS)
I got to wake up.

Do you want
a coke or a coffee?

Well, you got
a cold beer?

I do.

You got two?

I just got out of bed.

I'm just trying
to make you smile.

Look, Ava,

I know what
you're going through.

Being in prison
ain't easy on anybody.

I mean, I have been there...

More than once.

If you want to
talk about it...

I mean, hell, girl,

if you want to talk
about anything, really.

Let me get you that beer.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)

(KNOCKING)

Mexico went well.

How'd you know?

You seem happy.
You never seem happy.

What are you talking about?
I'm always happy.

You found the Federals?
Found him,

had a very fruitful
conversation,

and in return, I set him up
with some nice accommodations

in the El Paso lockup
so he doesn't disappear.

He gave me a witness
who was with Boyd

when Johnny Crowder
and the rest were killed.

We get his testimony,
Boyd's looking at murder one.

Make that the centerpiece
of your RICO case.

Who's the witness?
Dewey Crowe.

Dewey Crowe?
Dewey Crowe.

Should I tell him,
or you?

Dewey Crowe
is being released.

That's unfortunate.
Charges didn't stick.

His confession
to killing Messer...

He said he was
just joking.

He also says
that he took the heroin

just to keep it
off the streets.

You know,
doing his civic duty.

Call Reardon. Get him
to block the release.

It's not that simple.
Why not?

VASQUEZ: Because of your history with
Mr. Crowe, Raylan.

I'm sure you remember
the Federal Government

awarding him 300 grand
a couple months back,

tacitly admitting harassment
by the Marshals Service,

in the person
of Raylan Givens.

To which his lawyer
believes his current detention

bears more than
a passing resemblance.

Bottom line is,

Dewey Crowds getting out
in about three hours.

Well, maybe
that's not such a bad thing.

Yeah. Screw it.
Let's not even fight it.

We'll give him some rope.

Dewey's gonna screw up again.
When he does, I'll be there.

Except lawyers being lawyers,

she's petitioned that you stay
1,000 feet away from him.

Now I got to
keep my distance?

Pretty much.

But we get Dewey,
we get Boyd.

That is why I'm here.
Yes.

Officially, my boss is
not gonna let me let you

violate Dewey Crowe's
civil rights.

So... What are you gonna do?

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING
OVER INTERCOM)

(DOOR BUZZER BUZZES)

MAN: You're off
the chain, man. Good luck.

GUARD: Keep moving.

(GATE BUZZES)

(GATE BUZZES)

(SIGHS)

Thank you, Jesus.

RAYLAN: Cómo estás, Dewey?

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Christ! Raylan?

How's it going, amigo?

We ain't amigos.

Oh, so,
you speak a little Spanish.

That must have come
in handy down in Mexico.

I got no idea
what you're talking about

Federals named Aguilar
who says different.

Hey, my lawyer told me you come
within 1,000 feet, that's harassment.

You best back up.

They got cameras all over.

His description
fits you to a

Nazi tattoo, funny hair,
stupid-looking.

That could be 10,000 people.

How am I supposed to read that?
It's in Mexican.

Oh, then you just have to
take my word for it.

Mexican government
wants to extradite you

back to Nuevo Laredo,

put you on trial for the
murder of Johnny Crowder

and a truckload
of others.

Well, I ain't never
been to Mexico in my life.

That's not what's
in question, Dewey.

I didn't kill
Johnny Crowder.

Well, then tell me who did.

Maybe I can help you out.

Yeah, I ain't a rat.

And like I said,
I wasn't even there.

Then you got yourself
a problem.

I can give you maybe a week
to jog your memory,

and then it's off
to a Mexican jail.

And we both know that's a world
away from titties and tequila.

Yeah, I'm clone talking.
I got a bus to catch.

You're a card
in fate's right hand.

Don't you see
how it's gonna play out?

What the hell
does that mean?

It means you
need to be smart.

What I need
is a $6 blowjob!

A smarter move,
I cannot imagine.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, you're kidding me, man.

Goddamn government seizure?

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MINA: Get you something?

Teena?

Mina, Dewey.

And it's, uh,
back to Abigail.

What the hell happened?

When Audry's closed down,
put me at the crossroads.

I didn't know
which way to go.

The next day,
God sent me a sign...

“Now hiring."

What happened to Mina?

I mean Teena...
Or whatever the hell.

I don't know.

She wasn't
my sister, exactly.

It was nice when you
played like you were, though.

Huh? (CHUCKLES)

You want something, Dewey?
On me.

Ooh, hey. (CHUCKLES)
What you got in mind?

Um, how about
the twofer plus two?

It's two pancakes
and two eggs

with either two slices of
bacon or a couple of links.

(CHUCKLES)

Any chance I can maybe
jam one last bone in you?

REGGIE: He bothering you?

(SIGHS) I'm okay, baby.

Didn't I knock him out?

Well, look at you.

Got your freedom,
and then... Bam!

New job, new man,
whole new deal.

Not like I thought
about it too hard.

Just kind of happened,
like fate or something.

Nah, you saw a sign.

Well, I'll be damned.

Don't you get it?

Don't you see?

You lost it, I found it,

and then I found you.

It's my sign.

Okay. Well,
I got to get back to it.

How about that twofer?
No, no. I'm good.

But thank you.

Thank you!

Anytime!

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(WIND CHIMES JINGLE)

You look pretty.

Early day.
Where you off to?

Tammy Lee took me back
at the beauty salon,

gave me the morning slot.

I didn't know
you were working.

First day back.

Needed a reason to get dressed
before 4:00 in the afternoon.

(CHUCKLES)

Ava, there's something
we need to talk about.

Tammy Lee's waiting.
It won't take but a minute.

(CLEARS THROAT)

While you were locked up,
I had some time to think,

time to look around.

Harlem's dying.

Mines mostly shut down,
stores closed or closing,

no money, no work...

Not worth having...
No... No offense.

People are giving up,

selling what they got,
and moving on.

But if there’s a chance for
us, Ava, it's not here.

Now, if... If I were to
come into a good sum soon...

(SIGHS)

Would you come away with me?

What are you talking about?
Come away where?

Costa Rica,
Brazil, maybe...

Someplace they got
white sand and blue water.

No.

I don't want to hear this.

How... How much money
you comin' into, Boyd?

I don't want to hear this.

I... I ain't talking about
running from trouble, Ava.

Ain't gonna be no trouble.

I'm talking about
leaving Harlan.

Escaping.

This is our home, Boyd,
the home that we're fixing up.

And you want to leave?

If we stay
in this ghost town, Ava,

together or otherwise,

how long you think
it's gonna be

before we turn into
ghosts ourselves?

Oh, you saying that like
we ain't dead already.

I got to go to work.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

All right.

I will be back in a jiff.

(HAIR DRYER WHIRS)

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(SNIFFS)

What the hell, Raylan?
What are you doing here?

Come to see you.

What are you thinking?

I mean, are you shitting me?
I work here.

Yeah. Few days now.
That's good.

Good place to meet.

You can't do this. You can't
sneak up on me like this.

First off,
I didn't sneak up.

Second, yes, loan.

What if Boyd came?
What would you do then?

Boyd would not be caught
dead near a beauty parlor,

though I bet he's thrilled to
get 10% off his hair spray.

Funny.
I use a paste.

(CHUCKLES)
I don't think I can do this.

What you need to do
is contact me...

Particularly when I
reach out again and again

and I don't
hear from you.

That way,
there are no surprises.

Fine.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Sit down.

(BOTH SIGHS)

I'm afraid to
look him in the eye,

say good morning
the wrong way,

give him cause to put a
hole through my head.

Why would he have any
reason to do such a thing?

I don't know.

Do I have to know?

I mean,
can't I just have a feeling?

How's he acting?

Doing anything different?

Making changes, talking about
buying a new car, boat,

making big plans?

He bought a $300 tow truck.

There you go.

How's that for a plan?
Could be something.

(CHUCKLES)
He could fix it up, sell it.

Yeah. It'd be a $20 profit.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

The reason I'm here...

Dewey's out of prison.
He's gonna come and see Boyd.

I want you to
keep an eye on him.

Fine. Is that all?

That's all.

That, and be cool.

We're setting up
a command post at Arlo's.

You need anything,
I'm that close.

(MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)

Hey!

Where the hell is everybody?

CARL: Yeah. Back here.

BOYD: Well,
what's going on?

Earl and The Pig
went to eat.

They did what?
They said they?! be quick.

Well, call them and tell
them to get back here.

And to bring me something!

I'm so hungry, I could eat the
ass out of a low-flying duck.

Why you still standing
there like that?

Found him outside,
grabbed him up.

It's good to
see you again, Boyd.

I was hoping we could talk.

Hey!

Frisk him.

Boyd!

I come in peace.

(DEWEY THUDS)

He's clean.

How did you get here?

DEWEY: What do you mean?
How did you get here?

I... I walked.

From prison?
The Pancake House.

I left the pen
yesterday by bus.

I... I came partway in,
and then I hot-wired a car.

What kind of car?

I don't know.
The one with the horse.

Toyota? Ford Mustang.
You lying to me.

I ain't lying.

Cassette player or CD?
Cassette.

Any of them lying around?

ARS Live, man,
Champagne Jam.

I love that record.
DEWEY: Me, too.

Why you asking
all these questions, Boyd?

(STAMMERING) I know I didn't
leave you on good terms.

That is correct.

Robbing me at gunpoint
was not on good terms.

Yeah, and I'm sorry
about that, Boyd.

I'm real sorry. But...

I found this.

This is the only link
I have with family, Boyd.

I gave it to someone special,
and the bitch lost it.

But now it's found.

That's a powerful sign, Boyd.

My turtle dog come back to me,

and I come back to you.

See?

Now, I got to talk
to you about something.

Only thing that matters is what
I want to talk about, Dewey.

Now, I want to know

exactly why you're not sitting
in a prison cell as we speak.

I was there, Dewey.

I heard you say
you killed Wade Messer.

Now, all of a sudden, you're
here, sitting in my bar.

They can't touch a hair
on Dewey Crowe's head,

else it's harassment,

on account of the civil suit

that I won against
the federals,

particularly Raylan Givens.

Well, what do you want?

I just want back in, Boyd.

I just want you
to trust me again.

Carl.

CARL: Come on.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

TIM: Tow truck?

RAYLAN: Tow truck.

Wasn't Crowder involved
running drugs in a tow truck?

Like Hot Rod Dunham
before him.

Well, if he's still in the drug-running
business, might explain this.

That's Cyrus Boone,
known dealer in Harlan.

I got those
about 36 hours ago.

RAYLAN: Maybe we should
pay Cyrus a visit.

This a friend of yours?

Never seen him before
in my life.

Hey! Good morning!

Where you from?
Maryland.

RAYLAN:
Way it works hereabouts,

a man comes onto another man's
land with no seeming purpose,

that man might be
taken as a trespasser,

might get himself shot.

Just assessing the land,
devising a number,

unless I misread the sign
on the road...

"For sale by owner."

You are the owner?
De facto.

You might want to reconsider before
threatening a potential buyer.

House has been on
the market for some time.

Is that because
you can't let it go

or because it's stuck
in a bad market?

You don't strike me
as the sentimental type.

I'm gonna go with bad market.

But I am prepared to pay
your full asking price

in cash today.

And by today,
you mean immediately.

Indeed.
(BRIEFCASE CLICKS)

Forgive me if I ain't
the run-of-the-mill tater tot

whose eyes go all pinwheels

at a stack of stolen money.

Stolen?
I am offended, sir.

You don't even want to
come up and see the house.

I can see it fine from here.

It doesn't have,
uh, curb appeal.

My daddy pretty much
having let it go to ruin,

but it does have history.

My kin moved to this land
from Miller's Creek in 1903.

A lot of them gave their
lives to hold on to it,

a couple of them buried
right up there by the house.

I stand corrected.
You are the sentimental type.

Alas, all things must pass.

What do you say, friend?
Isn't it time to sell?

It is time to sell.

But not to you.

You have second thoughts, you'll
have no trouble finding me.

You have no idea.

(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

What's the call on Cyrus?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(GROANS)
CRACKPOT: Yo, man.

You hook me up?
Damn, Crackpot.

What, you on the fast train?
I just saw you yesterday.

So?
"So?"

So, if you OD, it's gonna be
your own goddamn fault.

You hear me?

Don't be
goose-necking in here.

Come on.

(DOOR HINGES CREAK)

(SCOFFS)

You understand?

Shit.

Yeah. Yeah. I understand.

I'm cool!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHOVEL CLANGS)

Halt. U.S. Marshals.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

What?

No Cyrus.

What does that mean?
He was abducted by aliens?

He wasn't
answering his phone.

Earl just got back.
The house is empty.

I don't like it, Boyd.

What are we doing?

Are we really
doing this thing?

Yeah.

Why?
Because.

Any more questions?
Yeah.

How we gonna get away with
this with the feds up our ass?

We needed Cyrus.

DEWEY: 8 ball, side pocket.

You want back in?

I got a job that needs doing.

Anything you say, Boyd.

Anything.

Hell, yeah.

See that?

Good things happen to those
who wait for stupid.

I believe that was in
the Sermon on the Mount.

We get Dewey transporting,
we get our leverage back.

He tells a judge about
Crowder-on-Crowder crime.

You want to follow
Crowder or Crowe?

(SIGHS) Your call.

Let's go after Dewey.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

You know, he once told me he worked
at Disney World dressed as Goofy...

In a water-skiing show.

Well, some guys
just peak too early.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

Want to hang back,
let KSP do their thing?

Yeah, why not?

How you doing there?

Do you mind
steppin' out of your vehicle?

I do.

We need to
search your vehicle.

What, this vehicle?

License and registration,
please.

Not today, friend.
What?

Oh, they didn't tell you
who I am?

I am Dewey goddamn Crowe,

and I'm gonna keep on driving

so I can save
the state of Kentucky

and the government of
the United States of America

another $300,000

for harassment,
"nelgigence,"

and general "mal-fee-essence".

So, have a nice day
and kiss my ass.

Shit.

(ENGINE REVS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORN BLARING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

You all right, Dewey?

DEWEY: Raylan?

1 ,000 feet?

I'm pretty sure that's
just a figure of speech.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.
Good.

Now get your ass
out of that truck.

No. You can't touch me.
I'm Teflon.

(TRUNK OPENS)

RAYLAN:
I'll only ask once.

I'm gonna help you
out of your vehicle.

You understand?

What I understand
is my constitutional...

(SCREAMS)

Ohh!

Oh, you broke my jaw!

Goddamn! You broke my jaw!

What'd you have to
do that for?

What's in the bag?
What bag?

That bag, dipshit.

I've never seen
that bag before in my life.

Dewey, you're in
a world of shit.

First, you're facing extradition
to Mexico. Second...

Second, whatever we find in
this bag, that's on you.

If we find drugs in that bag,
what do we call that?

Transportation and distribution
of illegal substances.

RAYLAN: That don't look
good on a resume.

TIM: No, it does not.
(SIRENS WAILING)

How many years
would he be in for that?

TIM: Well, he's not a first-time offender.
RAYLAN: No.

TIM: It's got to be
at least seven to 10.

Depends on the judge. Could be more.
Uh-huh.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Maybe just let
KSP handle this.

Maybe.

Dewey, you think Boyd
gives a shit about you?

Boyd gives
a big shit about me.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Open the bag.

I heard you the first time.

Where is it?

Where is what?

I don't know, but whatever
it is, it ain't here.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Which bank did you say
you saw Boyd in?

TIM: First River.

Let's do this.

(ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(GUN COCKS)

CARL: Lick the floor!

(GUN COCKS)

I said now!

(ALL SCREAM)

I said down!

That means you, too,
Dolly Parton.

(GASPS)

(WHISPERING) Please...

CARL: All right, everybody, keep
your head down and your mouth shut!

This will all be over
in a minute!

Nobody gets hurt!

THE PIG: Got it?

Got it.

Let's do it.

(STATIC HISSES)

(WALKIE-TALKIE CHIRPS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(VEHICLE DOORS OPEN)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Yeah, let's follow Dewey.

Yeah. Good call, Gutterson.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

You reached out.

Here I am. See?

I can listen.

Why just
the security-deposit boxes?

What's that,
a riddle?

Come on, Raylan.
It's late, and I'm cold.

Was it Boyd's idea
to send me after the truck,

or was that you?

I don't... I don't know
what we're talking about.

We're talking about the bank job
Boyd pulled off this afternoon.

First I heard of it.

That's gonna be your line?
It's the truth.

If it ain't,
you're going back to prison.

Worse, you'll be a suspect.

Suspect?

Yeah. Criminal co-conspirator.

You'll be looking at Boyd's
charges, plus a few of your own.

If someone gets killed,
that's on you, too.

Jesus, Raylan,
I'm not lying.

I'm prone to believe you.

The problem is,
if you didn't know about it,

then you're of no use to us,
in which case,

you're going back to prison.

You understand your dilemma?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Ava, am I being clear?

Yes, Raylan,
crystal clear.

I'm just having a nervous
collapse here, is all.

You don't have that luxury.

You need to pull yourself
together and do the job.

So, I should just start
asking probing questions

like I'm curious, like...

Like it ain't about
anything particular?

Hell, I was in Brigadoon
In seventh grade.

(CHUCKLES)
I guess I can act.

Ava, I know you.

(SIGHS)

You knew me then.
What do you know now?

Then, now...
It's the same.

It's the same.

You remember the day
I came back to Harlan?

Hardly.

I recall it well.

You opened your screen door,
kissed me, and invited me in,

then showed me a bloodstain
on your dining-room carpet.

Bowman.

Christ, that was
a long time ago.

You recall the days
leading up to it?

(SIGHS)

It was clear to me.

I knew I would shoot him.
I'd had enough.

And I just had to
see it through.

You made him dinner,
a whole spread...

His favorites, if I recall.

He was delighted.

He had no sense
of your intention.

He never saw it coming.

Because he believed me.

(GASPS)

Because I acted like everything
was the way it always was.

Because he had never
suspected otherwise.

No, he did not.

See?

I know you, Ava.

I know you can do this.

So you damn well better.

(TAPPING ON METAL)

(GRUNTS)

(CROWBAR CLANGS)

What the hell, Boyd?
What is this?

Paperwork?

Goddamn notebook?

Looks like a ledger,
some deeds.

We got the wrong box.

No, we got the right box.

This isn't money.

Where's all the money?

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

ART: Well, you're lucky.

Leslie's not supposed to let people
in here that might upset me.

Sorry. I should have
come a week ago.

Me who's sorry.
All this shit.

(GLASSES THUD)

Slipping in my old age.

He didn't get you
'cause you're slipping, Ari.

I brought you something.
(CHUCKLES)

I don't suppose
that's doctor recommended.

Civil war doctor, maybe.

You want to abstain,
I'll drink in your honor.

Just waft the fumes
in my direction.

To your speedy recovery.

So, how's it going?
Ah...

Willa has been
baptized a Catholic.

Mmm!
That grandma's idea?

She fears for
her immortal soul.

Well, do you blame her?

Kid's got half your DNA.

How's work?

Going after Boyd Crowder,

at a snail's pace, I might
add, so not to spook him.

That explains why you haven't scooted
down to see your papist daughter.

Big deal now...
RICO case, all eyes watching.

Got to be neat and tidy,
by the book.

Not how you'd like it done.

Doubt that's how
we'll get him.

Your C.I. in the Crowder camp
isn't some help?

Yeah. I know more
than I let on.

And, no, I would not have green-lit
Ava Crowder as said C.I.,

nor you as her handler.

But I'm not in charge
at the moment,

might not be again,

don't know why
I'm even interested,

except out of
sheer damn boredom.

Cheers.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Well, I know
you didn't come here

just to check
on my condition

and jeopardize my convalescence
with some high-class bourbon.

Remind me why
I'm gonna be patient.

Not back him into a corner
and force him to draw?

Plug him face-to-face.

Get it done quick.

Save us all a big headache.

Make the world a better
place for a little while.

Yeah, you could kill Boyd.

Then you'd be headed down to
Florida without a star and a gun.

And you might be
seeing your daughter

through the glass on visitation
days at the penitentiary.

Or, Raylan,
there's another way it goes,

where you try and you fail
and the bullet finds you.

Unlikely.

I know you think so,

but if you'll allow me...

You get to be my age,

do the job
as long as you do...

Sometimes it just
doesn't go your way.

DEWEY: You tell him I got to see him!
CARL: All right.

DEWEY: You tell him
it's Dewey Crowe!

CARL: All right!
(CLEARS THROAT)

It's Dewey Crowe.
What the hell, Boyd?

What the hell, what?

You set me up.
How you figure that?

The Staties and the Feds
were waiting for me.

They knew I was coming
before they even saw me.

You said you wanted back in,
so I gave you a job.

You told me what was
in that bag was important!

I told you that
the job was important.

What,
carrying your underpants?

Well, it hadn't have
been underpants,

your sorry ass would be
sitting in jail right now!

What in the hell
happened to your face?

Raylan broke my jaw.

Why?

I don't know why!

But I'm...
I'm tired of it!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm tired of it.

You my friend, Boyd?

Yeah, I'm your friend.

I got to talk to you, Boyd.

About...

(INHALES DEEPLY) Mexico,
and I... I...

(STAMMERING) And I don't know.
I just... I'm tired.

(SIGHS)

What do you want, Dewey?

(VOICE BREAKING)
I want to go back.

I want it to be like
it used to be at the church,

when we was
Crowder's commandos.

You, me, and Devil.

DEWEY: Yes!

And the pork brothers,
giving me no end of shit.

(CHUCKLES)

The music cranked so loud

that we almost blew
the roof off that old church.

(CHUCKLES)

Bombing around
in my Cadillac

and making war plans
and drinking 'shine.

Why can't it be
like that again, Boyd?

Those were simple days,
good days.

Weren't they? They were good days.
They were.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Carl,

go out front and pour me and Dewey
a couple glasses, would you?

Come on over here.

Have a seat.

Dewey, I'm gonna tell you
something in confidence.

It's all coming to an end.

What do you mean?

Well, look around you.

Whatever it was
we was hoping for,

those days have
long since passed.

Now, I...

I ain't saying
I'm giving up,

but I am saying I never thought
that it would be this hard.

It seems like maybe those
good clays are gone forever.

I don't know, man.
I feel like...

I feel like we can make it
like it was before.

I want to
show you something.

You see that man
right there?

That's my granddaddy.

Fella next to him
is my great uncle,

with all their union brothers.

Now, Harlan county
was a boomtown then.

Those men saw hard,
bitter times, Dewey Crowe,

but they also saw a future.

Now, you look closely,
you can see it in their eyes.

Go on. Take a look.

(SNIFFLES)
Can't even see their eyes.

(GUNSHOT)

(BODY THUDS)

CARL: Boyd!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Whew.

You, uh, think he was a...

A rat for the federals?

I think I couldn't
trust him anymore.

Now, they'll follow me,
no doubt,

but you be sure.

You wait 20 minutes
after I leave.

Then you roll him up
in a carpet,

and you make him disappear.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

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