All language subtitles for Justified S01E06 The Collection-heb

Previously on Justified...

- What is that?
- It's a driver's license.

First name, Waldo.
Last name, Truth.

Just put that bag back in
the wall and forget about it.

I didn't say it was in the wall.

That your son, the
Marshal, came to see you?

Why? Because I heard about

a bag like that once before.

Well, what brings
you to Harlan County?

Boyd Crowder.

I need a little outside help,

someone I can trust.

This is a job interview now?

It's a job.

Oh, my God. Is this real?

It's from a church. Got some
religious screed on the other side.

Now, I see a lot of
new faces here today.

How about you? Yes, you.

God damn.

Yeah.

We're getting good at that.

Getting?

You ever hear the expression

"A woman needs a reason.
All a man needs is a place"?

I would argue that
everyone needs a place.

I might argue that
you're missing the point.

No, I... I think I understand.

Oh, I'm afraid I have to
stop you right there, cowboy,

not that I don't
appreciate the thought.

Where are you going?

Well, I know it's not as
pressing as catching a fugitive,

but a bar without
booze is a sad place.

I'll do it.

You want to handle
the bar deliveries?

How hard could it be, huh?

Hmm.

I know you weren't
trying to be insulting,

so I'm just gonna
let that one slide.

I want you to stay right there,

just like that.

Whatever it is, go ahead
and bring it on in. I'll sign for it.

Oh, I ain't got a delivery.

In that case, sorry,
buddy. We are closed.

Oh, that's cool.

I'm just gonna
get myself a beer.

That's funny. I
thought I just said...

You work here?

Actually, no.

But you're taking deliveries.

Just trying to do
a favor for a friend.

That must be
one hell of a friend.

She is. Mmm-hmm.

I get it. Is that the
blonde or the brunette?

Is that why you're here?

Man, maybe I'm
just here for a beer.

Don't be embarrassed. That's
why most guys come here.

Who are you, man?

I'm Raylan. I'm the guy
telling you it's time to go.

Oh, you think you could make me?

Really?

I'm probably gonna
walk out that door,

but, if I don't, do you
think you could make me?

I don't know, and
I'd rather not find out.

Okay, man. It's cool.

I'm just messing with you.

Oh, okay.

Uh-uh.

Why would I order two
more cases of that shit?

I got three I can't
move as it is.

Go on. Get it out of here.

Hey, tell Shelly to call
me when she gets in.

What happened to you last night?

It's bad enough you're
shooting the customers.

Then you no-show?

Sorry. I wasn't feeling well.

You're not leaving me with a
lot of options here, Ellen May.

I lied, Ava.

I was feeling fine.

Actually, I never felt
better in my whole life.

I wrote this down so
I... So I wouldn't forget.

"My soul finds
rest in God alone.

"My salvation comes from him."

That's from palms, number 62.

You mean Psalms.

Oh.

You found God?

That's what this is?

I need to save my soul,
Ava, before it's too late.

I saved your soul.

Remember?

Not God or Jesus Christ,
me and my shotgun.

I know. Uh, that's why I'm here.

I was just gonna leave, but I
wanted to come and return the favor.

Excuse me?

See, Billy says
it's never too late

to live a righteous life.

"Billy says," huh? Uh-huh.

He says that we
control our destiny,

and God will
forgive us if we just...

If we just change our ways.

You're a whore, Ellen May.

And if that ain't enough,
you and me, we killed a man.

We dumped his body down a
mine shaft without ceremony.

There ain't no salvation
for people like us.

Johnny, stay.

We're just about done.

Come here.

You will be back
at work tonight,

or you won't ever set
foot in this place again.

We clear?

Yeah? Yeah.

Pappy Van Winkle. Holy shit.

What's the occasion?

Well, from what I understand,
you're about to have a birthday.

Actually, I turned
56 last Thursday.

Well, there you go.

Happy belated birthday.

You didn't know that, huh?

Have a seat. I
appreciate the gesture.

It's nothing.

How's Leslie? Oh, she's good.

Talking about buying
an Airstream now.

Could be fun. Oh, yeah.

Lots of time together
in a close space,

that'd be good for the marriage.

How's life in Bowling Green?

More arrests than
any office our size,

under budget every
year, almost no incidences.

Of course you don't
have any incidences.

'Cause all your
fugitives are pussies.

A fugitive is a fugitive.

Shit.

I bet I got Marshals that are
more trouble than your fugitives.

Come on, Art.

No, you came here
about the job, right?

You need to hear about this.

I got a young kid here,
decorated sniper in Iraq war,

Army Ranger, I don't
know how many kills he had,

always looking to
kill somebody else,

probably got PTSD,
probably an alcoholic.

Not a matter of if that powder
keg is gonna blow but when.

I got a lady Marshal here.

Brought in two of the top
15 fugitives to this office,

but she's always
trying to prove herself.

I thought she was gonna be the
one that would take this office over

after I got ready to retire,
but now she's left her husband.

So, it's gonna be fun

to monitor her emotional
state over the next year

see if she can keep it together.

Then I got a local boy,
born in Harlan County,

been investigated so many times

Internal Affairs has
got him on speed dial.

Father's in prison for
murdering two people,

including a state trooper,

and his daddy killed somebody
else last night in prison,

and I get to be the
one to tell him about it.

Unless you'd like to
stick around and do it.

I mean, the key to
it's just to talk about it

like you're talking
about the weather.

Don't get all
emotional and shit.

That's a $200 bottle
of bourbon, Art.

I intend to enjoy
every drop of it, Patrick.

Thanks for stopping by.

♪ 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 ♪

When?

Last night. Right
after lockdown.

He's been questioned?

Apparently, he didn't
have much to say.

Who did he kill, again?

Sam Porter. Dixie Mafia thug,

served eight years of a 10-year
stint for attempted murder,

trustee with the prison.

I know this dude.

You do? He was in
the room last night

when I showed Arlo the bag.

What bag?

The bag I showed him last night.

Raylan, on a scale
from one to a shit load,

how much do you need
to tell me right now?

So, Arlo didn't say anything
about the ID or the bag?

Just got him to admit he
knew it was hidden in the wall.

Why would your father do that?

Why would he hide a Panamanian
diplomatic bag in the wall

or murder someone
for just laying eyes on it?

Either. Both.

You could ask him.

I get the feeling he
ain't gonna say much.

Well, then, maybe
we need to ask him.

Waldo Truth.

It could be a coincidence.

One dealer gets
turned, I might buy that.

But a dealer and a hooker?

No, that feels like we
got a target on our backs.

Did Ellen May say how
she came to be acquainted

with our new friend,
Preacher Billy and his sister?

No.

But whatever he said to
her, she is mighty convinced.

Why don't we take
a drive over there

and see what this
kid's got to say?

This church is a nuisance
and nothing more.

I can go alone if you want.

What I want is
for you to find out

why our sales have dropped off.

Like I asked you to do, Johnny.

This church is the reason.

People in Harlan County

still party on Friday
and Saturday night

and get saved on Sunday morning.

Now, is there anything else you
want to discuss, or are you good?

Johnny?

I'm good.

Little rough on him.

Nuisance or worse,

it's not a bad idea
going down there

to see what this
church is all about.

I don't like churches, Ava.

Okay.

Close that door.

Extortion, evading arrest,

assault with deadly
weapon, grand theft auto,

extortion count two,

D&D, B&E, DMZ...

DMZ?

Making sure you're
still paying attention.

All that just for one family?

No, that's actually all just
Jud Truth, Waldo's oldest,

but the rest of them are
all similarly decorated.

Grandson Milo is 13.

He spent three
months in juvie last year

for pissing on a cop.

Jesus. Are you sure you
want to go with us, Art?

He's got a point, boss. I mean,
hell, their dog's in the pound.

You know the best barbecue
I ever had was in Versailles?

That's where Waldo is. I don't
want to miss out on that brisket.

Why don't you tell us
why you're going? Hmm?

Of all the fugitives that have
come across our desk of late,

why you got to go on this one?

Because for 30
years, this office

dropped the ball on apprehending

a federal fugitive

that was collecting
a draw check.

And I, personally,
want to be the one

to cross that off the books.

Is that what it is?

That's what it is.

And also that
mystery-bag thing's

giving me a little bit
of a Marshal stiffy.

That's a nice image.

Any other questions
or concerns here?

Are you driving?

No. Boss doesn't drive,

unless he wants to,
and I don't want to.

But we are gonna stop for lunch

before we get to the Truths'

in case you shoot one of them.
Then we won't get to go after.

Okay.

Oh, we watch them for
a few hours every day.

Allow their parents
to go to job interviews,

run a few errands, take a few
minutes alone, if that's what they need.

Oh, that's so nice of you.

Yeah, well, we,
ourselves, believe

that what we're doing is
just a drop in the ocean,

but the ocean will be less
because of that missing drop.

I'm Cassie.

Oh, um... I'm Ellen May.

Yeah. I remember
you from last night.

Is there something
we can do for you?

I was hoping... Is Billy around?

Mmm, I'm afraid he's busy.

Okay.

Maybe there's
something I can do.

Ah, no. I think I just...

I just really need
to talk to Billy.

Well, you can
always try back later.

I thought I heard your voice.

It's nice to see you again.

I don't mean to be a bother.

Oh, nonsense. No,
I needed the break.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

Ellen May. Bye.

Surprised to see you
here again so soon.

So, what is it I can do for you?

Um...

Well, I just... I just
wanted to say...

How much I appreciate
your taking an interest in me.

Um...

But I don't... I don't think I
can be a part of your church.

If I may ask, what has turned
you so quickly away from us?

Um... Sit.

Oh, well, I know how
you said that, uh...

That God loves everybody.

Yes, he does.

And that Jesus
forgives us our sins

if we just embrace
him into our hearts.

Oh, I did some
terrible things, Billy.

Oh, Ellen May... No, I mean...

Like unspeakable, awful things.

Things that...

Things that nobody
could ever forgive.

It's not true.

None among us are without sin.

The severity of
your transgressions

pales in comparison to
your commitment to salvation,

the good you do going forward.

"For God sent not his son into
the world to condemn the world,

"but so that the world,
through him, might be saved."

That's real pretty.

But I thought that...

That some people
just can't be saved,

no matter what.

Who planted that
seed in your mind?

Is it those for whom you
have compromised yourself?

They done... They done
good things for me, too.

They are trying to
shame you, Ellen May.

No.

Shame you into believing
you are less than the beautiful,

special creature that you are,

and they do so out of
their own fear and greed.

Come here.

Now, listen to me.

Do you want to
be a part of this?

More than...

More than anything in the world.

Then it will be so.

And we will shame those who
attempt to poison your mind

with guilt and sadness,
and you will know

what true peace and
happiness can be.

Let's do this!

God damn, man. Quit that shit.

Well, stop trying to stand
up, I'll stop hitting you.

Oh, shit.

He keeps trying to stand up.

Uh, any reason why he shouldn't?

On my last tour,

so, they transfer me from Iraq to
Bagram air base in Afghanistan.

Much prettier than
I expected. Really?

Oh, man. They got poppy fields,

got snow-capped
mountains in the wintertime.

It's beautiful. Hey, that's an
awful nice story, but what...

It is rude to interrupt
people, Danny.

Don't you think?

Don't do that again.

Where was I? Uh,
snow-capped mountains.

Doesn't really matter.
Besides all that,

mostly the same shit, you know?

A lot of guys, a few years in,

looking for ways to cope,

but what they can
find in Afghanistan

that they did
not find in Iraq...

Heroin. Really?

After a while, I can spot a
doper from 100 yards away

just by the hitch in his step.

So, when I spot Danny here

lurking around Audrey's place,

I take a chance. I
shake him down.

You were right.

Church ain't your only problem.

You selling heroin
in my backyard, son.

When my people hear about this,

you two is gonna
wish you was dead.

Well, maybe I got a death wish,

but I'd like to talk
to your people.

You got a phone number?

Hey. Address.

Frankfort. Frankfort?

Boyd!

You got to come see this.

♪ Yes, we'll gather at the river

♪ The beautiful,
the beautiful river

♪ Gather with the
saints at the river

♪ That flows by
the throne of God ♪

Now, that's a pretty nameplate.

Well, I always feel that

this office and me have
been a pretty good fit.

Why, you nervous, Shelby?

'Cause we're way past the
point of guilty by association.

Why don't you have a seat?

Did you have any luck
looking into that church?

Do you happen to recall a phone
conversation we had a few months back?

I believe we had a couple of phone
conversations a few months back.

The one where I expressed
my opinion that we were square.

Well, now, Shelby, I
thought we were a circle.

I can't be part of your
business anymore, Boyd.

I will turn my head as far as I
can without breaking my neck,

but this can't continue.

Well, Shelby, don't think of
this as a nefarious interaction

so much as a concerned
citizen reaching out to his sheriff

in an attempt to protect the
good people of Harlan County.

Now, I believe we might
have a cult in our midst.

If I give you this, we're done.

No slips of the mind, no
"one more favor." Done.

Whatever you say, Shelby.

Billy and his sister been
in five cities in three years,

each one more desperate
and beaten-down than the last.

They set up shop,

recruit locals,
preach their gospel,

and then, after a few
months, they move along.

No trouble with the
law as far as I could find.

So Billy and his sister move
into a town in its time of need,

chip away at the criminal
element's enterprise

till they got no choice
but to pay them off.

Harlan is far from thriving,

and folks pouring what little
they got into drugs and whores

ain't gonna get
it back on track.

This church might
just be trying to help.

Well, you see it your
way. I see it mine.

Thought it was supposed
to be $500 if I won,

plus a cut of the action.

You're new around here.

Folks bet less on fights
between fighters they don't know.

Just be glad you didn't lose.

How do I know you
ain't shorting me?

You don't.

But you came to me looking for
action, not the other way around.

What, I got to fight again?

You don't got to
worry about that.

Rufus don't fight.

Well, what about
that other thing?

How soon can your
boys get what I want?

Well, you got the money?

You get the cash.
I'll make the call.

Until then, get your
white-trash ass off my property.

Rufus, clean this shit up.

Hey! I said, "Hey!"

You cost us money.

Sorry about that.

I don't think you are.

You're right. I'm not.

So, how's about
you make it up to us,

pay us back out
of your winnings?

Well, that ain't gonna happen.

But I tell you what I'll do. I'll
give you a free piece of advice.

Next time, bet on me.

Don't fix to wait that long.

Y'all really want to do this?

You ain't that tough.

Besides, there's two of us.

I thought you said
there were two of you.

Well, what about your money?

Keep it! Too late for that.

Please, don't! I'm sorry!

What are you doing?

Tapping out? There
ain't no referee.

Can't breathe.

I know you can't
breathe, dumbass.

I got you in a choke hold.

You know what we used to do to
boys back home when they get tough?

We raccoon them.

You know what that is?

Now, tomorrow, when you wake up,

you're gonna have a couple of
nice shiners to show all your boys.

What? Is someone here?

You were snoring.

So, no one's here.

You were snoring real loud.

What time is it?

Why? You got
somewhere you need to be?

I got a 6:00 Pilates class
I was hoping to make.

Well, this is the job, Raylan.

Long as somebody might come up

and take a draw check
out of that mailbox, we wait.

I think he was joking, boss.

Really? Was he?
'Cause I couldn't tell.

I'm sorry. What are
we talking about?

Where were you yesterday?

Why? Did something happen?

No. So, what's the problem?

You're keeping addict hours.

You come in late,
you leave early,

you're haggard.

It's like the baby's
already been born.

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

Tim?

I'd rather not take sides.

Thank you.

Well, would you rather do morning
prisoner transport for the next six months?

You do seem a little tired.

No shit. The question is, why?

The smart money in the
office pool is on exotic dancing.

What's your money on, Art?

No. Mine's on nothing,

'cause I know that you know

that it's against
Marshal service policy

for you to do
anything on the side,

exotic or otherwise.

You know what we
should have done?

We should have brought a
bottle of Pappy Van Winkle.

You got a bottle of Pappy?

No, but Art does.

Patrick Massett
brought one by to him.

Don't change the subject.

What did he want?
He didn't want anything.

He read the announcement.

He wants Art's job. It's why
Art's probably with us now, in fact.

Raylan.

I'm just saying, we can
talk about it if you'd like.

Raylan. Hmm?

That's the grandson, Milo.

No, no, no. Don't get too
close. You'll spook him.

Let's just follow
him in the car.

Shit. He made us.

You see him?

I got him. He's up
there on the right.

Help! We've got some pervies!

Perverts! Perverts!

Help! I'm being
chased by perverts!

All right, now, you perverts can
go ahead and stop right there.

We ain't perverts. US Marshals.

We need you to put
those guns down.

Marshals, my ass.

These perverts was following me.

You got any proof
that you're Federals?

You put the weapons down,
we'll show you some badges.

Badges?

Shit, I seen one badge,
I've seen a hundred of them.

You must be Jud. That's right.

You're the one stole the
ambulance, ran it across the county,

and then tried to
jump Benedict Creek?

You heard about that, huh?

Yeah, I heard about that.

You know what happened
when they tried arresting me, then.

Nope.

If you did, you'd know you'd better get
your sorry government asses out of here.

We ain't here for you, Jud.

You got 10 seconds.

This doesn't have
to go wrong, son.

Well, that's on
you. Five seconds.

Hey, he's stealing your bit.

Any of you so much as flinch,
we're gonna put you down.

You're gonna die right in front
of your kin. That what you want?

Don't matter to me.

Y'all all right with it? Yep.

Never thought
I'd live this long.

What is going on out here?

These perverts was chasing me.

They don't look like perverts.

Well, maybe that one.

They say they's Federals.

We're US Marshals, ma'am.

Marshals. That's fancy.

You best go on ahead
and state your business.

Just looking for Waldo Truth.

My husband?

He ain't here.

If you want to leave a
means to get in touch,

when he stumbles
home, I'll holler.

But, just so you understand,

till we meet Waldo, we're gonna
put a stop to those disability checks.

Hell you are. Bullshit!

Y'all ain't gonna take our draw.

Lower those goddamn guns!

You want to start shooting
with my grandbabies right here?

I'm sorry about them.

Nelly, get inside and start calling
around for Waldo, would you?

Sure, Mama.

You ain't gonna take our draw.

I met Waldo at the drive-in.

I was there with my
first husband, Kyle Lee.

Kyle went off to pee, and
Waldo slid right into the car.

Started chatting me up.

I shut him down,
showed him my ring,

told him, "This snatch is off
limits." You know what he said?

I can only imagine.

He said, "I got a goldfish."

Pardon?

That was my
response, too, Marshal.

"The hell did you just say?"

So, Waldo says,
"I have a goldfish."

So I say, "What the hell
does your goldfish have to do

"with me being married?"

So he says, "Oh, I'm sorry.

"I thought we were talking
about shit that don't matter."

The most romantic thing
a man ever said to me.

Yep. I'll bet it was.

Are y'all sure you
won't have a drink?

That's not allowed,
but thanks for the offer.

So, what do y'all want
to talk to Waldo about?

He done something bad?

Young fella, you
do understand that

we are Federal Officers, right?

So, he did do something bad.

I think he's
referring to the pot.

Oh, I got the
glaucoma, real bad.

It is difficult to see
your children suffer.

Know what I found to be
the secret to raising kids is?

Do tell. MAN: Hello?

Waldo, come on in.

Mr. Truth, just
stop right there.

Well, look at this.

Got the whole family together.

That warms my
soul. It really does.

We just have a few questions.

Uh, now, you'll understand
if I greet my wife first.

He's all right.

Sure.

You look real nice, mother.

Thank you.

All right, then, gentlemen.
I'm Waldo Truth.

What is it I can do for you?

Just have a seat right here
and let me see some ID, please.

Uh, certainly.

Let's see. I got my, uh,
official state card here.

It's, uh, not a very
good picture of me.

And I got my social
security card here, too.

You're the same Waldo Truth
convicted of armed robbery

back in 1971, served 11 years?

We all make mistakes,
but I paid for mine.

I lived it nice and
clean ever since.

Does this look familiar?

Uh...

That was found inside a
Panamanian diplomatic pouch

that we believe was
carrying some illicit material.

I'm afraid you lost me now.

Do you know Arlo Givens?

Arlo who?

That's the man who had
the bag with the ID in it.

You know, I'm sorry.
I just can't help you.

But you are, in
fact, Waldo Truth?

Oh, yeah. I'm Waldo Truth.

Well, then, you're under arrest.

What for?

Y'all just stay right
where you are.

Parole violation back in '82.

Yeah, the records
were misplaced,

but you're a wanted
fugitive, Waldo.

No, no, no, no.
Hold on. Hold on.

You never let me finish
my story from earlier.

I ain't Waldo Truth.

God damn you, Harold!

My real name is
Harold Shawn, Jr.

I'm gonna cut your
balls off. Harold, shut up!

You never told me
that Waldo was wanted!

Look, I only came to know Mother
here and the family 15 years or so ago.

I agreed to help keep the draw
going and pretend I'm Waldo.

Where is Waldo?

Shit.

You ain't gonna take our draw.

You gave him a gun?

We agreed it was time.

Mrs. Truth, tell the boy
to put down the gun.

Milo, honey. You
can't shoot a Federal.

Put that gun down right now.

Oh, I'll put it down, soon
as these shit-heads get...

Get off me, pervert!

You stay right
there, on your ass.

All right. Here's
the deal, people.

We are gonna haul your
asses in for harboring a fugitive,

threatening a Federal Officer,
possession and distribution of narcotics,

mail fraud, identity theft,

and some other shit that I'm
sure we're gonna find here.

So, congrats.

A draw check is now the least
of your goddamn concerns,

and I think I'll start
with you, ma'am.

I don't know where Waldo is.

Is that right? I hadn't
seen him in almost

30 damn years, not since that
man came and took him away.

What man? What do you
mean, "Took him away"?

He said he had some job for
him, he was some kind of pilot,

and that Waldo
wasn't coming back.

And you were okay with that?

Of course I was.
Waldo was an asshole.

I thought he was romantic.

Sure, until I said, "I do."

After that, he'd beat
on me like it was his job.

We got in a fight so bad one
time I stabbed him in the cheek.

You stabbed him in the face?

No, honey. Not that cheek.

You sold our daddy out?

Waldo being gone was
the answer to our prayers,

all of ours.

What was his name?

The pilot that took Waldo?

I don't know.

Jew, something like that.

Jew?

Was it Drew? Drew Thompson?

Yeah, that's it. How
did you figure that?

Yeah. How did you figure that?

We're done here.

We are? Yep.

Ma'am, you have a lovely family,

and, uh, we wish the
best of luck to all of you.

We will be taking
the guns, though.

Let's go.

I hereby baptize you in
the name of the Father

and of the Son and
of the Holy Ghost,

this water washing
away all guilt from sin

and cleansing your heart.

Now, emerge,
reborn a child of God.

Amen.

Hallelujah. ALL: Amen.

Congratulations.

Boyd.

Do not be alarmed.

Boyd Crowder.

I had, in fact, prayed
that you and your friends

might find your
way into this tent.

Speak of the devil,
and he will appear.

"And these signs shall
follow them that believe.

"In my name, they
shall cast out devils."

Are you gonna cast
me out, Preacher?

Is that why you're here?

On the contrary, Boyd.
I'd much rather bring you in.

Let all here witness,

that even the most
prodigious sinners

can become beacons of faith.

Are you prepared to
come forth and be saved?

Well, what makes you think
we need saving, Preacher?

Everyone here knows of you.

I have been told personally how
you exploit people for your own gain,

and, as we know from Isaiah,

"'There is no peace,
' saith the Lord,

"'unto the wicked.'"

Wicked?

Well, I would never be so bold as to
pass judgment against a man I do not know.

But the hubris

of making assumptions
about a people and a place

to which you are a foreigner

strikes me as a
grave sin, indeed.

All souls here

and those in the other
towns I have served

would testify to my integrity.
Would they to yours?

You know, I once stood
where you are now.

Preaching to wayward souls,

asking for their faith,

and, in return, offering
them eternal salvation.

But, in the end, their
faith was not rewarded.

And mine was shattered.

Is that why you are now
pursuing this materialistic path?

Oh, we all got to eat, Billy.

You got your collection
plate, and I got mine.

Every man here gives only
as he is willing and able.

They stop giving to
you in West Virginia?

Or Tennessee before that?

Is that why you move
on the way you do?

It is the Lord who
determines my path.

In fact, he came
to me in a dream.

Gave onto me a prophetic
vision of Harlan and its suffering.

Well, you know what the apostle
John had to say about prophets.

"Beloved, do not
believe every spirit,

"but test the spirits

"to see whether or
not they are from God,

"for many false prophets
have gone out into the world."

I look at you.

I think about you
moving from state to state,

asking all these people
for their hard-earned money,

and offering them empty
promises of salvation in return,

and, I wonder,

if when John wasn't
talking about false prophets,

he wasn't talking about you.

Mr. Crowder's skepticism...

is wise.

And hard-earned.

My struggle will never
be as great as yours,

for I sleep in the
Lord's warm embrace

and will never know
true cold or hunger.

Yes.

So, from this moment on,

no member of this congregation

shall give even one
cent to this church.

"For the man who hath a
bountiful eye shall be blessed,

"and the man who giveth his
bread to the poor shall never want."

So, let all here bear witness,

as I ask none of you to ever
sacrifice the bread from your table

in the name of this
church ever again.

Praise be to God.
Praise be to God.

Lord almighty, praise be to
God. That didn't go so well.

Actually, Colton, I think we got
exactly what we came here for.

That was my second year.

Drew Thompson
pancaking into that driveway,

about the most exciting thing to
happen in southeastern Kentucky since...

Electricity?

Oh, they have that
down there, now?

That was the day cocaine
came to Harlan County.

Oh, look. ME's office sent
this over about an hour ago.

Guess what it says.

The body in the driveway
had a scar on its ass?

You gonna make another
"Marshal stiffy" comment?

I might. RAYLAN: If Waldo
Truth died in that driveway,

where the hell is Drew Thompson?

Well, I don't know.

But I'll bet your daddy does.

Now, everybody in that
church was smiling ear to ear

except for his sister.

Turn around!

Now, Billy may answer
to a higher power,

but his sister's
pulling all the strings.

Now, we find out
what it is she wants,

and these flood
waters will recede.

What about Ellen May?

Well, Ava, I'm afraid she
might have been swept away

by this storm for good.

I know you liked her, baby,

but, believe me, there's
plenty other girls out there.

It ain't that, Boyd.

What if, in her need
to unburden her soul,

she decides to
divulge certain details

about the murder of a pimp?

Wynn Duffy.

Why, Duffy's people,
meet my people.

My people, meet
Wynn Duffy's people.

Slow night?

Uh, we, uh, closed
for remodeling.

I hope he's not your
interior decorator.

No, actually.

He's the reason why you're here.

Now I'm confused.

Well, we caught this young man

selling Dixie Mafia
heroin out back.

Uh, what makes you
so sure he's one of mine?

Well, his driver's license
said Frankfort, for one.

Well, I didn't go to law
school, but I believe that's what

the attorneys call
"circumstantial evidence."

Which is why I sent
my boys up to Frankfort

to buy some of your heroin.

Now, these we
got off Danny, here.

And these we bought at the
corner of Third and Jefferson.

I believe that's in
your zip code, is it not?

Now, I didn't go to
law school, either,

but I believe that's what they
would call "a smoking gun."

Mr. Crowder, I have
many men in my employ.

If one of them strayed,

I can only apologize and say,

"It will not happen again."

Well, you got me
all wrong, Wynn.

I don't want an apology!
I want to be your partner.

I would like to be your distributor
of heroin in Harlan County.

Now, I figure we split
it right down the middle.

You and me, we could
both make out pretty well.

But even if I were looking for a
partner, which I'm not, by the way

it would have to be
someone I could trust.

Well, you can trust me.

But I don't even trust the way
you just now said I could trust you.

Well, I was hoping not to
have to go down this road,

but if you want Danny
to leave this room alive,

I'd ask you to
reconsider my offer.

Any dealer silly enough

to poach your territory is
not welcome in my crew.

Boys, if you would.

I'm sorry about the mess.

Uh, we'll clean it up.

Let's look at this as a first
step in the trust direction.

Well, that's mighty
Christian of you.

If there's nothing else,
I'm gonna leave now.

Um, no.

Oh, you know what?
Since we're being

so chummy.

You wouldn't have any
idea why Arlo Givens

murdered that Dixie Mafia
soldier in Tramble, would you?

Well, if Arlo Givens
killed somebody in prison,

this is the first I'm
hearing about it, sincerely.

All right. Well, it
seems to me that

maybe you and Arlo
ought to have a chat.

Well, I'll have my secretary
make an appointment,

and I'll get back to you.

Good luck with the remodel.

My. That is quite a story.

It doesn't bore you,
hearing about my day?

Your days are more
interesting than most.

Hmm.

What?

I just didn't think you
were that kind of girl.

I could be any
number of kind of girls,

depending on what
the situation called for.

So, what's next?

I was just thinking
we could lock that door

and have some
fun on this here bar.

Did you?

'Cause I actually meant
what was next with the case.

I knew that. Well?

I guess we just keep
digging and see what turns up.

'Cause you're the
guy in the white hat.

'Cause that's what
I get paid to do.

So what happens if
you find this guy who was

ruthless enough to
fake his own death

and smart enough that
nobody even realized it?

It's hard to say.

But there could be
some gunplay involved.

Can I tell you something?

What's that?

In the right light, you could
be considered attractive.

Thank you.

I wouldn't kick you out
of bed for eating crackers.

Why else would I be there?

Hmm?

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Buddy, we are definitely closed.

Oh, that's all right.

I just need to have a
quick word with my wife.