All language subtitles for Justified S01E01 Fire in the Hole

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

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Airport's a good 45 from here,

but I figure you'll be all right

if you leave in the
next two minutes.

Well, correct me if
I'm wrong, my friend,

but you gave me
until 2:15, right?

Yeah. Now you got two minutes.

(SIGHS)

You know, I've been coming
here ever since I was a kid,

ever since this was nothing
but old Jews and old Cubans.

And to tell you the truth,
I love it here. I really do.

I loved it then,
and I love it now.

So I'm not gonna leave. So...

Have a meal with me.
Okay? You hungry?

I swear, you pass up, these
are the best crab cakes in town.

I swear to God.

Much better than that crap we were
eating in Managua. Remember that?

I don't know if that was Mexican,
Puerto Rican, I don't know what it was,

but it was crap.
Remember? I hated it.

I didn't mind it.

I had some pork
dish I quite liked.

One minute.

A second ago, you
said two minutes.

What's going on here?

Time flies, huh?

(LAUGHS)

You. You're a character.

I was telling my friends this morning
how yesterday you come to me and,

"You don't get out of town in 24
hours, I'm gonna shoot you on sight!"

Come on, what is that?

They thought it was a
joke, they started laughing.

You tell them about the man
you killed? The way you did it?

'Cause I found
nothing funny in that.

Maybe I should've killed you,
huh? Maybe I made a mistake.

Well, we all have regrets.

Cut me a little
slack here, okay?

Does nothing count
that I let you live?

No! I'm giving you the same consideration
right now. You can get up and go.

Thirty seconds.

So what are you gonna do?

In front of all these people,
you're gonna pull out a gun

and you're gonna
shoot an unarmed man?

You're unarmed, huh?

Hey, you got eyes.
You see a piece on me?

Twenty seconds.

Okay.

Ten.

You know what? Seriously?

You come in here, interrupt
my meal, you won't eat with me.

This is bullshit.

This is supreme bullshit.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WOMAN CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO)

The US Attorney's gonna
have a lot of questions.

Nothing I can't answer.

They might think that you cornered
him, didn't give him a choice.

Oh, he had a choice.

How's the hat?

I was wondering if it shrunk,
you know, got a little too tight,

you had to take it off your head and
now you're suffering from sunstroke.

You do know that we're not allowed
to shoot people on sight anymore?

I didn't. And haven't been for,

I don't know, maybe 100 years?

He pulled first.

It's not about who pulled first.

You remember that
meth head last year?

The one who pulled the shotgun?

That ended up on what, page 9?

This? This bullshit? This is
gonna be on the nightly news.

DOJ inquiry number 359826

into the shooting death
of Thomas Francis Buckley

on March 3, 2010
in Miami, Florida.

Would you like to
make a statement?

The Marshal's
office has conducted

an internal investigation
of the proceedings

that occurred at the
hotel in question on... Dan.

Come on. Let's just
keep it simple, huh?

He pulled first. I shot him.

Well, I thought that went well.

You thought that went well?

I had a phone call this
morning from the Director.

Before that, the Director
got a phone call from the AG.

Let me put it to you this way.

The weather forecast
is for a shitload of shit

raining down on this
office from Washington.

I'm gonna reassign you.

Prison Transport?

No, I'm getting
you out of Dodge.

They need manpower in the
Eastern District of Kentucky.

I talked to the chief of
the district, Art Mullen,

says you guys taught
Firearms together at Glynco.

No, no, Dan. I
grew up in Kentucky.

I don't wanna go back there.

Well, then we have a problem, because
you don't wanna go back to Kentucky,

and you cannot, under any
circumstances, stay here.

Got any other skills?

A bit of a comedown from
the Miami office, I'd expect.

Not with you here.

(CHUCKLING) Good to see you.

Well, I won't overwhelm you
with everybody's names right now.

You wanna go have a drink?

Sounds good.

Follow me, and I'll
pack up and we'll go.

You look the same
as you did at Glynco.

Same coat, same boots.

The boots are fairly new.

Don't tell me that hat is.

No, it's old.

Have a seat.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You were working
Fugitives in Miami, huh?

Yeah, I did.

Yeah. Well, here,
everybody does everything.

Fugitives, Witness Relocation,

Judicial Protection,
Forfeitures,

Prisoner Transport.

Boy, every office
I ever worked in,

Prisoner Transport
was the shit detail.

The Chief always used it as
punishment. But here, we all do it.

Even you?

Oh, hell, no.

I heard about you and Winona.

From who?

Winona. She works here.

In Lexington?

In the courthouse.
She's a court reporter.

Well, I knew she was
coming back to Kentucky.

I think her mom took ill.

I thought that was why
you picked Kentucky.

Art, no offense, I
didn't pick Kentucky.

I talked to your marshal
down there in Miami.

Tell me about the shooting.

It was justified.

You concerned about
me coming down here?

It's a small office, Raylan.

I'm concerned when we
switch brands of coffee.

Is your dad still
down there in Harlan?

Far as I know.

Thought you were from there.

Reason I ask, US Attorney's trying to
build this case against this guy in Harlan,

and he's about the same
age as you. It's a small town.

Thought you might
know him. Boyd Crowder?

My God, Art, any other shit
you wanna dump on me tonight?

You do know him.

Yeah, I know him.

Yeah, Boyd and I dug coal
together when we were 19.

JARED: Well, Boyd?
What do you think?

Well, Jared, I think it sucks.

What? Why?

I appreciate the sentiment,

wanting to go after a federal
building under construction,

but, you see, we'd need us a whole
box of Emulex to bring that down,

and that's if you
got cuts in the steel.

All we got is a rocket launcher.

And impressive as that is,
the only thing it's gonna do

is knock some shit around.

But don't you worry about
it. We'll just go to plan B.

Plan B?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's always a plan B.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

It used to be a couple of crackers in
an SUV would set the jungle on edge.

These surely are end times.

All right, this
is it right here.

See this street up
here? Make a right.

This is good right here.
(TIRES SCREECH)

Well, I believe we
can take it from here.

What, you gonna
blow up that church?

Boyd, there's
people on the streets.

They're gonna see us,
they're gonna ID my car!

You worried about your car?

(CHATTERING)

Fire in the hole!

(SHOUTING)

Boyd became a powder man.

He'd crawl down a hole with his case
of Emulex 520, come out stringing wire,

call out "Fire in the
hole" to clear the shaft.

She'd blow and we'd go
back in, dig out the pieces.

We weren't what
you'd call buddies,

but you work a deep
mine with a man,

you look out for each other.

Well, after that,
he joined the Army.

He went to Kuwait
for Desert Storm,

and when he came back
after a couple of years,

he quit paying his taxes.

Claimed that he was
a sovereign citizen,

and so US Attorney just
sent him down to Alderson.

That's where he got involved
with the Patriot Movement

and the white
supremacy bullshit.

Got to making horseshit bombs,

you know,
fertilizer and fuel oil.

They'll come into a
town like Somerset

and they'll blow up a car.

Then while the cops are
busy, they'll go rob a bank.

Saw that in a Steve
McQueen movie.

Yeah.

Well, these guys
ain't movie actors.

Did he change much?

Other than the fact that
he's now a racist asshole?

(ART CHUCKLING)

He's lost some hair,
but that's about it.

How come you didn't
want to blow up that church?

I told you, I didn't
want them to ID my car.

I got to thinking that maybe you
had an aversion to hurting people.

(LAUGHS)

Hell, no.

Yeah, well, I also
got to thinking

that a building
under construction

might just be the kind
of innocuous target...

You know what that means?
That means harmless.

Huh?

It might just be the
kind of harmless target

that the Federal
Bureau of Imperialism

might be willing to sacrifice

in order to get somebody
deep in the movement.

You think I'm a snitch?

All I know is, you
don't have any tattoos.

You keep rubbing that head like you
don't think that hair's gonna grow back.

You think I'm a snitch
'cause I rub my head?

I mean, you understand
where I'm coming from, right?

I mean, you come out here from
Oklahoma full of piss and vinegar,

talking about how you were
tired of spray-painting synagogues,

saying you want to
blow some shit up... Hey!

You don't believe
me, you check it out!

Why don't you call Oklahoma?

We are. Devil's
doing it as we speak.

Yeah.

You'll see, Boyd.
I ain't no snitch.

Yeah, well, like
you said, we'll see.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

DEWEY: Right there.

Hey, turn that shit off.

Why don't you eat my ass?

Hey, how'd it go?

MAN 1: Out of the
way. MAN 2: Get over.

The primary was a waste of time,

but took care of the
secondary just fine.

Where you at?

East of 75 on Tates Creek Road.

Oh, hey, you got a call from
Oklahoma. Jared checks out.

Oh?

How did he do?

I had to let Jared go.

Oh.

Was it 'cause
you didn't trust him

or you just didn't
like him much?

Probably a little bit of both.

I am gonna need you
to pick me up, though.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

I will show that my client
did not engage in fraud.

A report by a forensic accountant
will show that any anomalies

are due entirely to a
misentering of amounts,

a common bookkeeping
error, and by no means fraud.

JUDGE: Thank you, Counselor.

Will the prosecution
please approach the jury?

LAWYER: Thank you, Your
Honor. (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

It might seem like a
simple technical mistake,

but the State will prove
there was malicious intent...

One second.

Sorry. I was in the
courthouse. I'll be up in a minute.

Tates Creek Road?

I think I know where that is.

County Sheriff's deputy
found it just after dawn.

Name's Jared Hale.

Bureau has him listed as
some kind of Aryan Knight.

Oklahoma driver's
license and registration.

You got him connected to Boyd?

Mmm. So far, tenuously.

I talked to his sister in Tulsa,

and she said that he came to Kentucky
to hook up with some Commandos.

Now, that's probably
the murder weapon.

It's recently been fired.

There's no prints on it.

In fact, the whole
vehicle's clean,

except for this.

Now do you know what
that is? Mmm-mmm.

I didn't, either.

That is the cap that goes on
the end of a rocket launcher.

No shit. Yep.

And last night in Lexington,
we had a church bombing,

and the Feeb says that whoever
did it used a rocket launcher.

Hey, all the wits say the same.

Two white males
drove up in a dark SUV,

they parked at that
corner by the curb.

One male got out with
what looked like a bazooka.

He said a few words and
then fired at the church.

What did he say, the fella
who got out of the SUV?

One said it was,
"Liars and hos."

Another heard, "Time to go."

My favorite's "Heidy,
heidy, heidy, ho."

Maybe we should put an
APB out on Cab Calloway.

I think he's dead.

Then he should be easy to find.

The pastor had it different.

He heard the man
say, "Fire in the hole."

You know what you
can do? Just do your job!

OFFICER: I can understand
why you're upset...

Did the good pastor say he
got a good look at the shooter?

He says no.

I bet if we put
Crowder in a line-up

and told the pastor that the trigger
man was there, it might jog his memory.

Rachel, why don't you
go ask our old friend

if he'll have a word with us?

Be nice.

When am I ever not nice?

You think Fandi's
gonna wanna cooperate?

Fandi is Ethiopian
by way of Jamaica

by way of being
completely full of shit.

The Temple of the Cool and
Beautiful JC was one of those churches

that claims that marijuana
is a sacramental herb.

FANDI: It is protected
by the Constitution!

RACHEL: The Constitution
of Dope Sellers?

'Cause selling ganja to kids
means you're a drug dealer!

I could've sworn I
told her to be nice.

Pastor Fandi, if I could just
talk to you for just one moment...

No, you could not.

I saw Peter Tosh once.

You assume because I'm black and
have a Jamaican accent, I like reggae?

People assume a lot about
me. It's the way of the world.

How was he? Peter Tosh.

Uh...

He was not my taste, but the
girl I was chasing loved him,

and I let her stay
until the encore

before I took her off to jail.

What do you want?

(CHUCKLES) That was a close one.

I felt the air move!

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd!

What's all the fuss?
They out of Velveeta?

Your brother got shot.

What? Where?

At his house.

No, dumbass, where on his body?

I don't know.

Well, is it serious?

Oh, yeah. He's dead.

Did you know Bowman
Crowder, Boyd's brother?

Sort of. Star running
back in high school.

Boyd was always saying
Bowman had the goods to go pro.

I was never that sure.

You remember the
girl he married, Ava?

If it's the same one.
She lived down the street.

She's married to
Bowman? She was.

She ended the union
last night with a .30-06.

Plugged him right
through the heart.

That's the Sheriff's report.
She admits shooting him.

Says she got tired of Bowman
getting drunk and beating her.

She still in custody?

She was arraigned
10 minutes ago. ROR.

Mmm. Did you talk to her?

I did. I told her, given
Boyd's reputation,

he's probably gonna
come looking for her.

She said it's none
of our business.

I told her it is if
he shoots her.

We should go talk to her
again. Is that the address?

Yeah, but good
luck in finding it.

I tried to map it, got nothing.

Well, I guess some places haven't
been entered into the system,

like North Korea and
Raylan's hometown.

I know where it is.

MAN ON RADIO: word of faith,

and it puts the believer
in the driver's seat.

And it puts God and his
will and his plan for your life

in the passenger's seat.

Oh, my God. Raylan!

You remember me, huh?

Oh. I never forgot you.

I had a crush on you from
the time I was 12 years old.

I knew you liked me, but
you didn't want to show it.

You were too young.

I was 16 when you left.

I heard you got married.

Are you still?

Turned out to be a mistake.

Mmm.

You want to talk about mistakes?

I told Bowman I
wanted a divorce,

he goes, "You file, you'll
never be seen again."

He said I'd disappear
from the face of the Earth.

Do you want a drink?

I'd love one.

I married him a year out of high
school, because he was cute.

He was sure of
himself and he told me

he'd never work in a
goddamn coal mine.

He'd wear the blue and white
of the University of Kentucky,

and then he'd get
drafted by a pro team.

He wouldn't mind the Cowboys.

What do you want in
yours? I got Diet Coca-Cola,

RC Cola, Dr. Pepper... Just ice.

I ever forget to fill the trays,

Bowman'd start slapping me.

"What's wrong with you? Don't
you know how to keep house?"

That all started as
soon as he realized

he was never
getting out of Harlan.

He blamed it on me.

It was my fault
he had to dig coal.

It was my fault that
I had a miscarriage

after he beat me with his belt

and he didn't have a son
to take hunting with him

and his creepy brother, Boyd.

Last time he hit me,

it was because I called his
brother "creepy" to his face.

And he kept after
me with that belt

till I fell and I hit my
head on the stove.

I got up off that floor knowing that
he was never gonna hit me again.

The next night, he came in,

I had his favorite
supper on the table.

Ham and yams,
and cream-style corn

and leftover okra
fixed with tomatoes.

I waited till he was
shoving food in his face,

then I got his deer rifle
from the kitchen closet

and I went in there and
I did what I had to do.

I just finished cleaning it up.

I had to scrub
the wall with Lysol,

you know, to get
the stain off of it.

Lysol's the best cleaning
product you could buy.

I've still got a knot

where I fell and I hit
my head on the stove.

You want to feel it?

Dear Lord, my hair's a mess.

You close your eyes! I don't
want you to see me like this.

Raylan,

the minute you walked in, I knew
everything was gonna be all right.

I was right about you.

About what?

Having a crush on you.
You're a good kisser.

I was thinking we'd
have to stop doing that.

Why?

This isn't a social call, Ava. I
came to Harlan on business.

Well, you tell me all
about your business

when I get out of the shower.

Who in the hell are
you, the undertaker?

I might be undertaking
a situation here.

Let me see your chest.

You buy that necklace,

or poach the gator
and yank the teeth out?

I shot her and ate her tail.

That would put you in Florida,
around Lake Okeechobee.

Belle Glade. Who are you?

Raylan Givens. I'm a
Deputy United States Marshal.

You mind telling me who you are?

You know your name, don't you?

I'm Dewey. Dewey Crowe.

I sent a boy to Starke
from Belle Glade,

fellow named Dale Crowe Jr.

He's my kin.

Huh.

What are you doing
here, Mr. Crowe?

I come to take Ava
someplace. Ava!

Let me tell you something.

You don't walk into a person's
house unless you're invited.

What you better do is go on
outside and knock on the door.

If Ava wants to see
you, I'll let you in.

If she don't, you
be on your way.

All right. I'm gonna go out.

And then I'm coming back in.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Crowe. You better
hold on there a sec

while I explain
something to you.

(RAYLAN SIGHS)

I want you to understand,

I don't pull my sidearm
unless I'm gonna shoot to kill.

That's its purpose, huh?
To kill? So it's how I use it.

I want you to think about that

before you act
and it's too late.

Jesus Christ, I got a scattergun

pointed right at you.

Can you rack in a load
before I put a hole through you?

Where'd you want to take Ava?
Man, I don't understand you.

Boyd want to see her?
It's none of your business.

You know Boyd
and I were buddies?

We dug coal and
drank beer together.

In fact, you see him, you
tell him I'm in Harlan, all right?

Hey, if I was you,

I'd give up this Nazi bullshit.

Go back to poaching
gators. It's safer.

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

(HORN HONKS)

(GROANS)

Tell Boyd his old
buddy wants to see him.

Raylan Givens.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Only reason I don't take
Ava out and shoot her,

is I see she had no
choice in what she done.

I mean, don't get me
wrong, I loved my brother,

but you knew Bowman,
you knew how he could get.

And that woman, she
showed some spunk,

you think about it,
doing what she did.

And then there's the Bible.

In the Bible, it says that a man

should see to the needs
of his brother's widow,

and I intend to do that.

Well, they sure are
taking their sweet time.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Shouldn't we have our money
from your boys in Lexington by now?

I'll give them a call. Don't
worry, they're good for it.

Yeah, you're damn
right they're good for it.

'Cause if they
ain't good for it,

I'll go down there and
blow their shit up, too.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Oh! Hey!

Come on! Come on!

Go!

Right now? Yeah, right now!

Right now? Right now?
(ALARM BELL RINGING)

Come on, let's go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Whoo!

Who was that?

Dewey Crowe.

Oh. The one with the
Heil Hitler on his neck?

He was one of Bowman's buddies.

You haven't seen
Boyd? I mean, since?

No.

But he'll be after me, I
know. He's been after me.

Yeah. That's why we
want to keep an eye on you.

You know I'm with
the Marshals Service.

I believe your mother told
me, before she passed.

You been to see your father?

Mmm.

Are you looking for Boyd?

We are. But we have
to catch him in the act.

Robbing a bank,
blowing up a church,

making an attempt on your life.

Mine?

You said yourself he'll
be coming after you.

(CHUCKLES) Raylan,
Boyd don't want to shoot me,

he wants to go to bed with me.

(CHUCKLES)

You want me to
help you catch him?

Maybe you could just
get him to talk to me.

I could do that.

You know where he is?

I do.

And did you want to tell me?

(CHUCKLES)

What do I get if I do?

Hey, who do you know
drives a Town Car?

Look at you! A suit, a necktie.

Looking good.
Looking like a lawman.

Now see, this is how
you wear a hat, all casual.

Not down on your
goddamn ears like you do.

I heard you called on Ava.

My boy Dewey said
he had to run you off.

You believe that?

Not if you say it ain't so.

Shit, I'll take care of him.

Devil, get us a jar
and two glasses.

This party's just
for Raylan and me.

Go on.

He just got his release,
so he's feeling a little itchy.

I can tell.

(CHUCKLES)

Old times.

(COUGHS)

(LAUGHING)

You been gone too long.

God damn.

So, what was
life like in Florida?

Just as advertised.
Sunny and hot.

You know, I just don't think I
could take me a place so flat.

You seen your daddy yet?

No. Not yet.

Boy, he was a wild man
back in his day, wasn't he?

What was that scam he had
going back in the early '90s?

Stealing mining machinery,
selling it to the Colombians,

getting paid in cocaine?
You remember that?

Guess I was gone by
then. How's your daddy?

I suspect you know
how my daddy is.

Yeah, all those
days, good and bad,

they all long gone now.
Everything's changed.

It's all changed. The
mine has changed.

No more following a
seam underground.

Cheaper to take the tops off mountains and
let the slag run down and ruin the creeks.

Hey, you remember the
picket lines, don't you?

Courts backing the company
scabs and gun thugs.

Whose side you think the
government's always been on, Raylan?

Us or the people with money?

And who do you think
controls that money?

Who do you think wants
to mongrelize the world?

Who?

The Jews.

Boyd, you know any Jews?

See, I recruit skins.

They don't know
no more than you do.

And I have to teach them

that we have a moral
obligation to get rid of the Jews.

See, it was in the Bible.

Where?

In the beginning.
It's part of creation.

See, in the beginning, right,
you had your mud people.

They were also
referred to as beasts

because they had no souls,
see? They were soulless.

And then Cain... You
remember Cain, now?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, Cain, he laid down
with the mud people,

and out of these fornications
came the Edomites.

Now, do you know
who the Edomites are?

Who? They're the Jews, Raylan.

You're serious?

Read your Bible as
interpreted by experts.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh! You know, Boyd, I
think you just use the Bible

to do whatever
the hell you like.

Well, what do you
think I like, Raylan?

You like to get money
and blow shit up.

I know about your friend Devil
and his record selling dope.

And I'm willing to bet that you
blew up that church in Lexington,

not because it was black

but because it was a dope store.

Ten-to-one says
you got paid to do it

by some other dope dealer around

who didn't like the
idea of that preacher

getting a free pass
from the police.

Win-win for you,
wasn't it, Boyd?

Not only did you get to blow something
to smithereens, you got money.

See, I'm giving you the benefit.

You aren't mental.

I know you're not stupid enough

to believe that
mud people story.

You think you know me?

Well, I know you, Deputy
Marshal Raylan Givens.

I know you like to
shoot bad people.

I heard about that gun thug
you shot in the hotel in Miami.

You heard about
that? Oh, yeah. Yeah.

We have TVs down
here now, Raylan.

Oh.

But, you know,

at any point when you
were looking at that gun thug,

did you see your daddy's face?

The reason I'm here,

we're having a little line-up
tomorrow at the courthouse.

What did I do now?

Well, we got a witness,

saw a man fire a
bazooka into a church.

Now, I'd appreciate it if
you'd be in that line-up.

Well, I bet you would.

You either show up
or we'll come get you.

Hey, Raylan, let me
ask you a question.

Would you shoot me
if you get the chance?

You make me pull,
I'll put you down.

Well, Reverend?
What do you think?

I don't know, you know.

It was dark, and the
man was far away.

If you've had anybody
shoot a rocket at you,

you don't stand there and look.

You know, I just run.

Cut him loose.

Well, I did my part
and I showed up.

The idea of walking
in past a gathering

of law enforcement
appealed to you,

especially since you
knew that preacher

didn't have the
balls to pick you.

It's always good
to see you, Raylan.

Hey!

You know that man
you shot in Florida?

Well, my boy Dewey's cousin
down there, he said he heard a rumor

that you gave that gun thug
24 hours to get out of town

or you'd shoot him on sight.

Is that true?

I gave him the
option to leave Miami,

he turned it down.

What would you say if I
made you the same offer,

that you get out of Harlan
County by tomorrow noon

or I'm gonna come
looking for you?

Does that sound fair?

Now you're talking.

Hey.

My lawyer's talking
to the prosecutor.

Come with me while I smoke.

I plead to manslaughter and
I won't have to go to prison.

Though if I have to, I
have to. It was worth it.

Hey, why don't you
come by for supper?

I'll pick up a couple of fryers,

fix you some hot
biscuits and gravy.

(GIGGLES) Look at
you, licking your lips!

All my life, fried
chicken's been my favorite.

But I shouldn't.

Why not?

Because an officer of the law

isn't supposed to be socializing

with the defendant in
a murder investigation.

Oh.

I didn't know that.

It's sort of frowned upon.

Hmm.

I'm fixing it anyway.
You're a big boy, Raylan.

You want to come, there's
nothing on Earth gonna stop you.

If it weren't for Boyd,
I'd have me some of Ava.

Wasn't for Boyd, me and
you could have us the marshal.

So what did Boyd say, exactly?

He's coming for
you, or we're coming?

He said he was.

But we don't know whether he wants
to shoot you or blow you up, do we?

And then again, he
could just jump the gun

and come after you
when you aren't looking.

If I was you, I'd
look under the car

before I turn the
key every time.

We're like big-game
hunters, Raylan.

Except that you're the bait.

You're kind of like the
goat tethered to the pole,

and all I gotta do
is keep you in sight.

You're enjoying
this, aren't you?

(CHUCKLES)

(ROCK MUSIC
BLARING ON CAR RADIO)

(DIALING NUMBER)

Yeah.

DEVIL: He's at the
motel with his friends.

Well, do you see our friends?

I do.

What do you want us to do?

Sit tight.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hey, Ava.

You expecting someone?

DEVIL: Hey, give me them
things. (SNAPPING FINGERS)

What are they doing out there?

Oh! You folks are
missing a hell of a show.

RAYLAN: I think Rachel's
trying to shoot the moon.

I don't try, I do.

And you weep. One
single, solitary tear.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Can you smell
the chicken frying?

It'll be done by the
time you get here.

I'm on my way.

Boyd's at Ava's. You sure?

I'm not saying there
was a gun to her head,

but she didn't sound right.

Let's hit it.

Here. Call Raylan.

Tell him to keep the line open.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Where do you want me?

Keep going! Get
Ava! We got this!

You got this?

Go!

You get around.

You want me to kill
them or wing them?

Let's start with winging.

You okay? I got hit.

Can you shoot? I think so.

Then let's finish this thing.

Please, either one of
you, do something stupid.

Hey, what are
you... He'll see us!

He's already seen us, you moron.

You want we should wrap
ourselves around a tree?

Christ almighty! (HORN HONKS)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

What the hell's he doing?

He must be sneaking
up on the house.

No, he ain't.

So? Tell me. What's going on?

(GUN COCKS)

I'm sorry, I didn't
hear you guys.

There ain't nothing
going on, all right?

We was just out riding around.

(BOTH SCREAM)

All right! Boyd just wants

to have a word with you, is all.

He told me he was
gonna shoot me.

Then what are you
asking us for, asshole?

(GROANS)

Outlaw life's hard, ain't it?

Cuff your left
hand, put it through

the steering wheel
and cuff gator boy.

Go on.

DEVIL: Come on. Give
me your hand, stupid.

You don't need to say anything.

I swear to God, Raylan, I
didn't know he was coming.

I believe you.

Whoa!

No shotguns allowed
in this dining room.

Toss it outside.

Go on.

Ava, why don't you
go in the kitchen,

maybe watch some
TV or something?

Go on.

Well, come on in.

Come on in. Sit
down. Help yourself.

Raylan!

The gravy ain't bad.

I mean, it ain't like your
mama used to make it,

but it never is, is it?

Let me ask you something.

When you shot that
gun thug in Miami,

was there food on
the table, like this?

There was.

Well, have something.
Have a little chicken.

And you...

Well, you had your
gun. What kind was it?

That time? SIG 226.

And where was it?

Was it on the table
where mine is?

It was holstered. Bullshit.

It was holstered.

And where was his?

Under the table.

And what did he have?
What kind of piece, I mean?

I don't recall.

Well, how did you
know when to pull?

He went first.

And you gave this gun thug
24 hours to get out of town.

Now, was the time
up when you shot him?

Pretty close.

Well, how much time do
you think you've got left?

I thought I had
till noon tomorrow.

Well, what if I said
it was right now?

I mean, unless, of course, you
wanna finish that chicken leg.

Well, I mean,
you can call it off.

I mean, I don't mind.

Well, if you're gonna
keep after me, Raylan,

I figure we might as
well just get her done.

(SIGHS)

Your .45 is on the table,

I have to pull. Is
that how we do it?

Well, I appreciate that, Raylan.

Yes, I do believe it is my call.

What're you packing?

You'll pay to find that out.

Ooh.

You've got ice-cold water
running through your veins.

Well, should we just do
us a shot of Jim Beam,

just for old times' sake?

Ava! Get us a shot of
Jim... (GUN COCKS)

AVA: You want to
know what Bowman said

when he looked up and he
saw me with his deer rifle?

God damn, woman, you only shoot
people when they're eating supper?

He had his mouth
full of sweet potato,

he said, "The hell
you doing with that?"

Ava, put the gun down, please.

You want to know what I said?

I said, "I'm gonna
shoot you, dummy."

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

You did it, huh?

You really did. He did.

I'm sorry. But you called it.

(RUMBLING)

Why'd you say you're sorry?

Boyd and I dug coal together.

(RASPY BREATHING)

At Glynco, didn't you teach
those recruits to aim for the heart?

(SIREN WAILING)

The toilet's broken.

Use the one downstairs.

It's cold up here. You
leave the door open?

No, I did not leave
the door open.

Well, somebody
did, and it wasn't me.

Jesus Christ!

Hello, Gary.

Raylan.

You almost gave
him a heart attack.

RAYLAN: Sorry about that.

I told him if you were
gonna shoot him,

you would've done it six
years ago when I left you.

What are you doing here, Raylan?

I'm going to be
working in Kentucky.

Working for the
Marshal's office.

Raylan?

What are you doing here?

(SIGHS)

I was in Nicaragua a while back,

looking for this money
launderer named Roland Pike,

the cartel's gun thug, Tommy
Bucks, looking for him, too.

Bucks got me, took my gun, put
me in a car with some other man,

drove us to some
old coconut plantation.

Then he tied the
man to a palm tree

and asked me where Roland was.

I told him what I knew.
No sense in lying.

And I guess he wasn't
certain he could believe me,

needed to be sure,

or he just wanted to impress
upon me how serious he was,

but I watched as Tommy Bucks

stuck a stick of dynamite
in that poor man's mouth,

taped it so he couldn't
spit it out, lit the fuse.

Next time I saw
Tommy Bucks in Miami,

I told him he's got 24 hours to
get out of town or I'm gonna kill him.

Did you?

Yeah.

But he pulled first,
so I was justified.

What troubles me

is what if he hadn't?

What if he'd just sat there
and let the clock run out?

Would I have killed him anyway?

I know I wanted to.

I guess I just never thought
of myself as an angry man.

Raylan.

Well, you do a
good job of hiding it,

and I suppose most
folks don't see it,

but honestly,

you're the angriest
man I have ever known.

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