All language subtitles for St.01 Ep.11 - eng

Previously on Justified...

Raylan? Raylan!
What in God's name did you do?

Thank you, Raylan. You're a good man.

Not good enough.

I got you out of jail.
At the very least, I'll get you back in.

I was on a protection duty this week
for this judge,

and he said he'd get the terms
of your probation adjusted.

-So you can get out of Kentucky.
-How far away you want me?

It's about keeping you safe.
I can't be watching your back any more.

Sit. Cuff yourself.
You move, I'll shoot you in the kneecap.

Next time I see you, I'm gonna...

Methamphetamine is a modern-day plague,
like locusts, only worse.

If I come back out here again
and you're still cooking up that poison...

Well, be careful what you're doing in there,
I hear these things blow up all the time.

Fire in the hole.

Oh, you bastard. Gil was in the back.
You killed Gil.

Did my daddy send you?
I told him I was starting a church.

Yeah, and he embraces that, Boyd,
with all his might.

But you don't screw with a man's business.

A meth lab blew up in the woods
outside of Harlan.

And the local police there had a Cl inside.

He was Killed.

So now he's killed someone.

-Come out of the tent with your hands up!
-Come on out!

-Put your hands up!
-Get up! Come on!

-Get out! Get out! Now!
-Get on the ground!

Good morning, gentlemen.

Please remain facedown with your legs
spread until you are told otherwise.

You are now in the custody
of the Kentucky State Police

and the US Marshals Service.

Raylan, with all this manpower,
you looking for Osama bin Laden?

'Cause I'm fair certain he ain't here.

You must be proud. You made it most of
three weeks before murdering someone.

-Sorry.
-Mr Crowder,

Captain Choate of the
Kentucky State Police

has identified a parolee living among you,
in violation of the terms of his release.

All this fuss is over one parole violator?

Well, unless you've got something else
you'd like to tell me about.

Well, "They strike the shepherd
so the sheep may scatter."

-Amen.
-Amen.

The shepherd? Is that you?

Come up out of there!

-Let me see your hands!
-What the hell you think I'm trying to do?

Hey. Hold up. I think I know that voice.

Hey. Looky here. It's Dewey Crowe.

Luther, you know
you're going back to prison.

You got like, what,
four years left on your bit?

That could easily turn into 10.

You need friends right now, Luther,

somebody to go to the AUSA
and the judge

and tell them you helped us make a case.

If you do that,
we might be able to go to bat for you.

"You strike at the shepherd
that the sheep may scatter.”

"You strike at the shepherd
that the sheep may scatter.”

"They strike at the shepherd
that the sheep may scatter.”

You might strike out the shepherd, but
us sheep, we won't never get struck out.

Or scattered.

Or words to that effect.

Well, Raylan, it seems that we are destined
to be locked in an antagonistic relationship.

As long as you keep putting yourself
in trouble's way.

Are you gonna
introduce me to your friends?

My mistake. I'm sorry. Yes, of course.

Art Mullen, Chief Deputy of this office.
Art's my boss.

I thought you guys had met
that night I shot you,

but, of course, you were unconscious
by the time he showed up.

And this is Detective Frank Choate,
Kentucky State Police.

We are looking into the homicide
of the man blown up in Ransom Holler.

Mr Crowder, we found this in your camp.

We were wondering
where all this money came from.

Well, there are people in Harlan County
who understand the mission of my church

and support it with generous donations.

These are donations?

Not money you stole from a meth lab
before you blew it to shit?

All from grateful souls
who want to see me expand my ministry.

Well, it's now the property
of the Marshals Service,

until such time as you can prove
that you came by it honestly,

you know, with donation forms and receipts.
And I'm sure you've got all that stuff.

Well, I've never been good at paperwork,
but I'll get right on that.

Boyd, just honestly,
are you working for your daddy?

Is that what this is,
just scaring people back under his wing?

Has it ever occurred to everyone
sitting at this table

that what happened in Ransom Holler
might have been an accident?

So you didn't mean to burn that boy alive.

Well, I'm merely suggesting that

the explosion of a meth lab
might have been accidental.

And if a man was killed,

well, I think we may safely claim
to see the hand of righteousness in it.

And whose hand would that be? Yours?

Only the Lord can be righteous.
I make no such claims for myself.

Do you know anything
about the man you killed?

He was a screw-up, working in a meth lab.

Maybe he was trying to turn his life around,
do some good.

Sure as hell didn't deserve to die like that.

Dear friend, death comes to all of us,

but if he was truly
a man on a righteous road,

he is now with our Heavenly Father.

Would you do me a favour
and just show me in there

where it justifies
the killing of innocent people?

You really don't know shit about
the Heavenly Father, do you, Crowder?

It's assholes like you that give
Christians like me a bad name.

No, Frank, I got this. You want to talk
about the hand of righteousness?

You're gonna find out what that means.

"The Kingdom of Heaven suffers violence.
Violent men take it by force."

Is Crowder completely full of shit?

He is. I just don't know
if he believes it or not.

What do we do now?
Go on back down there to Harlan?

I think our best bet's tracking down
the two meth cookers who were in the lab.

If Boyd didn't already kill them
and dump their bodies somewhere.

Well, exactly. In which case,
we have no witnesses.

Then I think our best bet
is going to Boyd through his father.

One problem we do have,

we don't know the extent
of Bo's old criminal enterprises.

-I can help you with that.
-All right. Do.

Winona.

-Hey.
-Hi. Raylan.

-You just happen to be here?
-No, I was looking for you, actually.

-What did I do now?
-Nothing. No, it was me. I...

When I was...

When I was at your motel room
the other day,

I think I lost my hair clip.

I've looked in the...
I've checked in the car.

Well, I've checked everywhere.
I can't find it.

-What's it look like?
-A hair clip.

What? You got so many hair clips
in your room

you need me to identify my hair clip?

-Well, if I see it, I'll let you know.
-Okay, thanks.

-No. No, no.
-No. I was...

What were you gonna say?

I was just gonna say thank you, again,
for what you did for Gary.

-Just happy it turned out the way it did.
-Are you?

-1 got to go.
-1 bet you're glad

to be back at work, though, huh?

-Yeah. I am.
-Yeah.

-Sorry.
-All right.

-Okay.
-Okay.

I'm real sorry I didn't take your offer
that first time around, Bo.

I mean, looking back,
it was a real square deal.

You wasn't thinking straight,
was you, Mickey?

I mean, sometimes them chemical vapours,
they seep in your pores

and mess with your brain.
Get you all mixed up.

I ain't too big a man
to say I made a mistake or nothing.

We all make mistakes, right, Johnny?

Every damn day.

Is it too late for us
to get your protection now?

Never too late.
I'll have my boys look after you.

And don't worry,
we'll let bygones be bygones,

get you up and running again.

The rate's gonna be 10.

Last time you said five.

You're what they call "high risk."

Are you really in a position
to haggle over price?

No, no, no. Of course not. 10's fine.

Thank you, Bo. Thank you.

Live and learn.
Isn't that what they always say?

-Yep.
-Live and learn.

-What?
-You sick?

No.

-It's that bad, huh?
-No, Raylan, living in the hole's a party.

I figure I'll give it a year.

If it don't get no better,
I'll take the bed sheet exit. Why are you here?

Well, I was hoping
you'd give me the lay of the land

as far as Bo Crowder
and Harlan's concerned.

So now you want help getting at Bo when
it's because of you he's back on the street.

Me? No, no, no.
Boyd is out because of me.

Bo is out because of you.

I had a lid on Harlan.

- I bet you did.
-Crime went way down after I came in.

You were on the payroll
of a Miami drug cartel.

Yeah, they paid me
to let drugs roll through Harlan.

They didn't stop there.

You know, Bo was the one providing
protection for the meth labs.

I put Bo down, I cut meth in Harlan by half.

-I can imagine.
-No, I don't think you can, Raylan.

You wouldn't believe
the shit I had to deal with.

Trying to flush out them snakes, the Stoll
brothers, spreading their black-tar heroin.

How about Chris Lytle?
Do you remember little Chris Lytle?

Chris Lytle the...

Little faggot walked in front of the marching
band with the stick, yeah, yeah.

I heard he became a Marine.

Yeah. Then he came back, started growing
pot from Harlan to the Virginia state line.

Trying to stomp him
was like playing Whac-A-Mole.

-What was Bo's involvement in all this?
-Protection and collection.

Hey, anything's running,
he's getting a cut of it.

What about after you put him away?
Johnny take over?

No. Bo assigned his collection duties

to Arlo Givens,

whose son's a big US Marshal.

You know, from what I heard,
he did a piss-poor job, too.

Ran it right into the ground.

I can't imagine old Bo's
too happy about that. Can you?

Sir.

Morning, sir.

Mr Crowder.

I seem to recall you making your first tent
out of bedsheets and broom handles.

You were about knee-high.
Some things never change, huh?

Afternoon, Daddy. I always prayed that
the Lord would guide you into the light.

Welcome to the Church
of the Last Chance Salvation.

You're looking good. This backwoods
lifestyle seems to be suiting you.

I prefer a soft pair of double D's,

a 60-inch wide screen,
and a good stiff drink, myself.

Johnny.

-Is that Hestler Jones?
-In the flesh.

Well, I ain't seen you in a minute.
When did you get your release?

| forget. It was a day ending in a 'Y ."

Well, did you have to go around and
tell all your neighbours you're a pervert?

How better for me to see
what the new talent is?

That day I came to pick you up at Big Sandy

and I asked you to work some hours
to help me rebuild my business

and you said you wanted
to walk another path,

well, I reacted poorly.

That's why I came to see you today, son,
to say I'm sorry,

to beg your forgiveness
and your indulgence.

What's this?

The smoke from your blast
sent a signal across all of Harlan County.

I got people lining up with cash
in their hands, begging me for protection.

Well, I can't accept this.

-Why not?
-'Cause I know where it comes from.

The Bible tells us that

a gift blinds the wise and
perverts the words of the righteous.

Well, then let's just consider it an offering,

my tithes to your Church
of the Last This-That-or-the-Other.

You're not taking me seriously, Daddy,
and I don't find that amusing.

You know, it's funny. I was just about
to say the same goddamn thing to you.

I'll send Johnny to tell you
where this hand of God will strike next.

You're wasting your time,
you think I'm doing anything on your behalf.

Whatever you're doing, it's working.
Just keep doing it, son.

Son of a bitch!

God!

Helen.

Hello, Raylan.

Helen, this is Art Mullen. He's my boss.

-You got a nice garden, Mrs Givens.
-Your boss is a liar.

This was his mama's garden. I promised her
I'd take care of it when she was gone.

I have done a God-awful job.

-It's a lot of work.
-Hand me that, would you?

Sure.

Hey, let me ask you something.
Do you get snails?

Whole armies of the little bastards.
You got a cure?

Well, I was hoping you did.
I mean, I've tried everything.

I even tried crushing them
and stringing them on a line

as a lesson to the other snails,
but they don't seem to care.

Why are you here, Mr Mullen?

I thought Raylan didn't want
nothing more to do with us.

No, we just wanted to
have a quick word with your husband.

-He's not here.
-Where is he?

Why?

We just... We needed his advice
about something.

His advice?
You thought that would work? Flattery?

Well... Now, it often does.
You know, 7 out of 10 times, I'd say.

He's down at the VFW, blowing off steam.

Been spending all his time down there lately.

Says those vets
are the only ones who understand him.

-Apparently, his wife does not.
-Well, I wouldn't take it personal.

VFW's the only place
he can get a drink in this dry town.

What do you think he's done this time?

No, no, ma'am. It's nothing like that.

We just wanted to
have a quick word with him, that's all.

You have a nice day.
You've got a beautiful place here.

You know what? Hey.

We know Arlo's been running Bo's
protection business when Bo was in prison.

-Raylan.
-It never ends with you, does it?

-Helen, this ain't personal.
-You can lie to yourself all you want, Raylan.

You can put on that hat and that badge
and pretend you're someone else,

just so you can accept every crazy notion
you hear about your father.

Are you saying I'm wrong?

This look like the palace
of a Harlan County kingpin to you?

I'd say it looks about right,

given the fact that
Arlo ran Bo's business into the ground.

I know nothing about that.

He's gonna have to answer
for pissing Bo's money away.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Gonna need a new frailer
to cook the meth in.

Bo will get it for you.

Can he get us ephedrine?
It's better than buying that cold shit.

-Bo will get you everything you need.
-Here he is now, boys.

Afternoon, soldier.

Sorry, sir, no membership ID, no entry.

Did you see that part down there
where it says "US Marshal"?

Again, I'm sorry, sir,
but it's veterans and their guests only,

unless you got a warrant.

Are you serious?

Listen, my father's inside,
named Arlo Givens.

Would you just tell him
we need to speak with him?

Just a moment.

That's nice stonework.

Not if you're trying to bounce a ball off it.

I spent my fair share of time out here,
waiting for him.

Sorry, sir. I can't help you.

Well, I know he's in there.
His truck is right there.

Sorry, sir.

-Howdy.
-Good evening.

-We interrupt anything?
-I've been off the clock since 5:00, so...

-You drunk?
-I was heading that direction,

till this detour.

No admission, huh? Did you try flirting?

-He was immune to my charms.
-He said heroes only.

Okay. So, you show him your ass wound?

No, I didn't think
it was that kind of an evening.

Evening, soldier.

I didn't bring my cape.
I'm guessing this will suffice?

-Rangers. Hooah.
-Hooah.

-Where did you serve?
-Afghanistan.

-No shit? We got a boy waiting to ship.
-Great. Maybe he can buy me a drink.

How did you get in?

Deputy Gutterson served in Afghanistan.

-He a mess-hall cook?
-Sniper in the Rangers.

So, he's the shit. And you?

-Art Mullen.
-Chief Deputy.

Have a seat.

-The Afghan War, huh?
-Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir." I like that. "Yes, sir."

So, what can I do for you all?

We're interested in Boyd Crowder.

Isn't he out in the woods
running a revival or something?

Yeah, but we want to know
if he's helping Bo Crowder

and if Bo's re-establishing his businesses.

-Why would I know any of that?
-Because you ran

Bo's protection-and-collection business
while he was in prison.

-I what?
-You deny it?

Hell, yes, I deny it. That's crazy.

Why on Earth
would Bo do something like that?

Okay. We're done here.

-Mr Givens, what we need you to consider...
-What I'm supposed to say is,

"We know you ran Bo's
protection racket into the dirt."

So it don't take a prophet
to see the future from here.

Okay? You can either sit around,
waiting to catch a bullet

-or..
-What'?

Or you can accept protection
from the Marshals Service.

That's why you're here?

- I don't need protection.
-Yeah? What about Helen?

You gonna forgive yourself
if she gets caught in the crossfire?

You are no longer welcome here, any of you.

Okay.

Tell the truth. You didn't honestly think
you could turn me.

I came here as an officer of the law,

because sometimes
we have to make deals with lowlifes

because we have our sights set on life-forms

even somehow lower
on the ladder of lowlifes than they.

Hey, hey.

Now, Arlo, use your words.

Mr Givens, we're taking down the Crowders.

And you can either go with them or not.

Over here.

Let me guess. Our missing meth cookers.

Each with a bullet hole
in the back of their head.

-Hello, Arlo.
-Bo.

-Thanks for coming. You want a drink?
-Sure.

-What'll you have?
-How about a Singapore Sling?

What the hell do you think I'm gonna have?

I don't know. I'm having some bourbon.

It was a joke, Arlo.

-Helen here?
-No, she's out. Why?

Well, several of the Harlan ladies
brought me care packages

when they heard I was out.

I've kindly been waiting for
Helen to show up at my place

with a big basket of something sweet.

I can't remember the last time
she baked anything.

Well, I can forgive Helen.

Why weren't you there
to welcome me home?

Because I knew how this was gonna go,

and I thought it wasn't gonna
amount to much.

What happened?

Young punks came in,
wouldn't show respect.

You should have made them.

And you shouldn't have
given the job to an old man.

That's why I picked you.

If I'd have left Johnny in charge,
he might have got ideas about taking over.

You know your place.

At least I thought you did.
Where's my money?

There is no money. People stopped paying.

-You invited me over here to tell me this?
-No, Bo, I invited you over to tell you

you have to do something
about your son Boyd.

He has gone clear off the deep end.

Well, shit, at least
he hasn't joined the other team,

become a goddamn Marshal,
for Christ's sake.

At least Raylan doesn't run around,
preaching Jesus and blowing up meth labs.

I got control over my boy.
Can you say the same about yours?

He comes to town, it's to ruin

-the likes of you and me.
-Only reason my son comes to Harlan

is because of your son.

You're gonna give me my money.

How much you want?

-Fifty to start with.
- I don't have that.

-How much you got?
-Nothing.

-Well, then why did you ask?
-Being polite.

"Polite"?

Well, how about this.

You've got until this time tomorrow
to come up with a better answer.

Or what?

Thanks for the drink.

I'm sorry I missed Helen.
Give her my best, huh?

I should have shot him.

Or you.

I got one of these for my grandson, Willy.
He loved it.

He used it to terrorise his dog.

You know, those Chinamen,
they get a bad rap,

what with their history of
communist oppression and all.

But without their cheap lab our and parts,

well, you couldn't get yourself
a remote-controlled helicopter for $37.99.

No, sir.

Well, as fascinating as this is, Mr Lemuel,

it's a different Chinese product
I came to discuss.

Well, those are a little harder to come by,

-and they cost a touch more than $37.99.
-Well, I'm aware of that,

but I have recently been given
a stipend and a benediction

that allow me
not only to proceed with a full wallet,

but a full heart.

I'll see what I can do.

-Dewey Crowe.
-Shit.

Come on, hop in.

Hell with it. I'll wait for another car.

Dewey.

-What you doing?
-I'm hitchhiking. What's it look like?

-But what's going on?
- I got nothing to say to you.

Why aren't you up there at church camp with
Pastor Boyd and the other commandos?

They ain't Crowder's commandos no more,
that's for damn sure.

-What do you mean by that?
-Too much religion. That's why I left.

I never should have come down.
There's too many rules.

-What kind of rules?
-All kinds!

Hell, I can't even remember them all.
They're from the Bible.

They kick you out
for breaking one of God's rules?

Yeah, one of them.
One lousy rule, he kicked me out.

Well, what did you do?
Lie? Steal? Dance on Sunday?

He called me an onanist. Bet you don't
even know what that is, smartass.

-Actually, I do.
-Yeah, well, I didn't.

How you think that was, Boyd running me
down in front of everybody?

I don't know. Funny?

-You go to hell.
-I'm just playing.

So he kicked you out for jacking off, huh?

Hey, Dewey Crowe, you stop right there!

In name of the US Marshals Service
and the government of the United States,

I hereby declare you deputised.

What?

You are now a duly deputised
assistant US Marshal.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

It means you either assist me
in my investigation

or find yourself in violation of section 398
of the US Marshals Act,

for which you might receive

a sentence of not longer
than three years in the federal pen.

-Bullshit! That's an abuse of federal power!
-Well, be that as it may, it is the law.

Now, get in the car,
or face the consequences.

Boyd really bounced you out of there
for spanking the monkey?

You know, flogging the log?

Polishing the German helmet?

Where are you taking me?

What do you mean, where am I taking you?
I'm taking you back to Boyd's.

What?

I was headed there already,
but this'll be much better.

You'll have a badge and a gun.
Won't be loaded, of course.

You got to earn that kind of trust.

-You can't take me back there!
-What do you mean, I can't?

You're a man of the law now.
We're on the same side, Dewey Crowe.

This is bullshit.

You ever hear of the OK Corral?

-Does that ring a bell?
-Yeah.

Well, weren't none of those men
walking with Wyatt Earp

deputised before that moment.
Not the day before, not the hour before.

He deputised them right then and there,
and they did their job.

-They died!
-Yeah, that's true.

But they died heroes, huh?

This just sucks.
Will you pull over and let me out?

Why did you and Boyd
blow up that meth lab?

Me? That was before I got down here.
Ain't you paying attention?

Well, you must have heard something.

You know he killed a man
sleeping in the back of that place?

And now it seems
he's killed two other men, as well.

I know what you're thinking.
Only two minutes to the camp.

Can't wait to show off
your shiny, new badge.

He never killed them. He let them go.

-Why did he blow up the lab?
-Because he hates meth.

Why did he blow up that particular lab?

One of his men used to be a cooker there.

-Which one?
-I can't remember.

-Try harder.
-Bobby something. Bobby Sue.

-"Bobby Sue"?
-I don't...

Will you turn the damn car around?

Gentlemen, this morning,
we are looking for Bobby Joe Pecker.

-Packer.
-Packer. Sorry.

See? We got a warrant and everything.

What, you got him
squirreled away in a mine somewhere?

I don't know where he is, Raylan.
Hopefully out spreading the good word.

Hey, can you ask your friends to be a
little more gentle with our belongings?

We don't have much,
but we do value what we have.

Well, I could, but they're
looking for a witness to murder,

so I don't think they'll listen.

What does that make it now,
four on the list?

-What list, Raylan?
-The men you murdered.

I got one on a bridge, one in a meth lab,

and now these two meth cookers
we found dumped in a ditch.

Are there more?

You know, Raylan,
we are getting precipitously close

to the moment I ask
to have my lawyer present.

Yeah.

I think I found out that thing about Arlo
you were gonna tell me,

that could help me put him away.

He was running your daddy's
protection-and-collection business

while your daddy was in prison.

-Was that it?
-Yeah, that's it.

That was the deep, dark secret
about your daddy I was dangling.

I figured as much.

But do you know
who he was running collections with?

-Wasn't you, was it?
-No, it wasn't me.

And the only reason I'm gonna tell you this
is 'cause he is well beyond your reach.

Now, far be it for me to tell you
how to run your affairs.

But you might want to have a word with
the woman you are currently bedding.

You see, the man who ran my daddy's
collections along with your father

was Ava's late husband,
my deceased brother, Bowman.

God rest his soul.

Well, I thought
Ava would have told you that.

Bowman? Ava's ex?

That's what he said.

Well, that could be bullshit,
just trying to get you all spun up.

Yeah. Probably.

-The last car drove off. The woods are clear.
-With alacrity!

-Let's get him out of here.
-Give him a hand!

Come on. Hold on!

1
2, 3.

Man, that was hot! About cooked!

Man, you never told me
how you knew they were coming for me.

Dewey called and confessed
he broke a confidence.

And how was it down there?

I couldn't hear nothing.
I thought you forgot about me.

Not for a second.

I appreciate you going down there
for me, Bobby. I truly do.

I'd do anything for you, Boyd.
You saved my soul.

God does the saving, son.
I just point the way.

Now, Bobby, I'm gonna have to
ask for one more favour,

and I'm gonna warn you, now, it's a big one.

Whatever you want, Boyd.

All right. Come on. Let's go.

-Hey, let go of me!
-Let's go.

-Come on.

-Ava.
-What?

-What the hell are you doing here?
-I'm drinking.

What are you doing back in Harlan?

Well, this isn't Harlan. You see, Harlan's dry.

You must have missed the signs.
This is Corbin.

You got a death wish?

This is as good a place as any for you
to interrogate me about my dead husband.

I wasn't interrogating you.
I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

Ask.

This is not the place or the time.

Why not? Isn't that why you called?
It wasn't to check up on me.

It wasn't to ask me what I was wearing
in that sweet voice of yours.

Ava.

Well, okay, then,
let's just get it out in the open.

You want to know
whether Bowman worked for Bo.

You lower your voice.

Can I ask you something, Raylan?

You thought that
Bowman was some big-time criminal,

-and I just forgot to mention that to you?
-We can discuss that in the car.

Well, it's okay. I'll find my own ride home.

Ava, you are beautiful and drunk.

But on account of that target
Bo's got on your back,

none of these boys
are gonna get within 20 feet of you.

That's not true.

Hestler over there. He'll take
good care of me. Won't you, Hestler?

-Who's that?
-You don't remember Hestler Jones?

He was the creepy kid who used to,
you know, sit in the bleachers

and smile his creepy little smile?

He just did eight years in the state pen
for statutory rape.

He working for Bo?

That would be my guess.
He's been following me around.

Raylan Givens. How you been?

-What brings you here, Hestler?
-Having a drink.

Ava says you've been following her around.

It's a small world down here.
Maybe you forgot.

-Well...
-People run into each other all the time.

She's just imagining I'm following her.

We all have imaginations, don't we?

Differentiates us from the beasts.

I, for one, imagine all sorts of things.

That hurt. All right.

No doubt a violation of your parole.

You think that's the only gun
I can get my hands on?

Probably not.

You broke my finger, you son of a bitch!

Won't be able to pull the trigger now,
will you?

-Okay. We're leaving.
-No, no, no, I'm staying.

I still got my left hand, asshole!

I'm not leaving you in a bar with a rapist.

I'm a big girl, Raylan.
I've been taking care of myself

long before you rode into town
on your white horse.

All right, listen to me.

You are leaving with me if I have to
arrest you and put you in handcuffs.

Holy shit!

Yeah.

She's not dead, is she?

I hope not.

I was just driving along,
and she passed out.

Did you put handcuffs on her?

Yeah. She wouldn't listen to reason.

I need her to stay at your place tonight.

And why don't you take her back
to your luxury motel?

Did you screw things up with her?

What do you think?

What's going on?

There have been threats

-from the Crowder family.
-Is she in danger?

Nothing that could be
drawn back to you or Gary.

I just need to convince her
to get out of Kentucky.

And you think dumping her
handcuffed at your ex-wife's house,

that's gonna do the trick?

What about you?

-What about me?
-You getting out of Kentucky?

I already tried that.

Well, are you gonna
drive closer to my house,

or do you expect me
to carry her from here?

Are you gonna take those handcuffs off her?

I could. But you might regret that.

What in the hell?

How's it feel to rip off your own damn wife?

I didn't steal anything.

You snatched every single dollar I saved!

I had to take care of things.

Why didn't you have the balls to ask me
before you took my money?

Your money?
You haven't had a goddamn job in 20 years!

What are you doing,
digging it up now, anyway?

-You finally looking to leave me?
-I damn well should.

Look, Helen,

I planned on filling it up again.

Arlo, that money was gonna
buy us some time.

You okay?

No, Arlo, I'm not okay!

We need to pack up and get out.

Nobody's gonna run me out of Harlan.

Arlo, unless you got $50,000 that
I don't know about, we got two options.

We either run or you kill Bo.

Welcome back, my friend,
to the show that never ends.

Put your bag down.

I appreciate you giving me
the heads-up on Raylan.

We took care of the Bobby Joe
situation in the nick of time.

Well, where is he?

He's performing a great service.

So, did Raylan rough you up a little bit?
I know he has before.

No.

Well, how did he get you to talk, then?

-He deputised me.
-He did what?

He said he could deputise me,
and then I had to talk.

That Raylan Givens.
He sure is a clever one.

Well, you know that's not true, right?

-Well, I wasn't sure.
-No, you didn't have to talk.

-But I'm sure you wanted to.
-No, I didn't.

Not even after I humiliated you?

I regret that, Dewey. Friend.

That was out of line.

Yes, you broke our rule
against self-pleasuring,

but I should not have embarrassed you
like that in front of the others.

So, I understand
why you talked to deputy Givens. I do.

And I forgive you, Dewey.

Thank you, Boyd. Thank...

But I can't abide it.

I'm sorry, son, but the work
we're doing here is too important.

And I hope you understand.

I don't... I don't understand.
You can't kill someone for jerking off!

Boyd.

Go.

I could stay.
I promise not to spank it so much.

Excuse me, sir?

He said he had to come up here.

Yeah. Hey, boss.

Bobby Joe Packer?

That's me.

I come up here to tell you all
I'm the one who set fire to that trailer.

Wasn't nobody but me.

Not Boyd, not nobody
from the church, just me.

And I asked God's forgiveness.
He told me to surrender, so here I am.

Well, I say if you're gonna be a bear,
be a grizzly.

But this, my friends, is a Kodiak.

Hello?

Hello, Raylan.