Previously on "Justified"...
Wynn: This is not what we
discussed on the telephone.
Raylan: I figure you're good enough that no one can link the
hitters from last night to you.
Wynn: Thank you.
Raylan: Except, of course, for Gary.
He seems like a bit of a loose end.
I'd leave the country, but that's entirely up to you.
Wynn: Are we finished?
Raylan: As long as you understand that the next time
we have this conversation, there
won't be a conversation.
Ava: Devil, you want sugar?
[ Gasps ] Devil!
Dickie: Hello, Ava.
Ava: Oh!
Dickie: It's the top of the 1st, Raylan.
Hey, batter, batter, batter,
batter, batter...
Boyd: Cut him down.
Now, God damn it.
Dickie: Wait, Raylan! Come on. Listen to me.
You ain't getting to Loretta without me, and you know it.
Raylan: Boyd?
Boyd: He shot Ava.
Raylan: I'm gonna need him for a little bit.
Boyd: What, are you asking me... Or are you telling me?
Raylan: Makes you feel better, you can tell people I asked.
Winona: I want you to leave this alone.
I want you to leave it to the authorities.
This is not your problem, Raylan.
Raylan: I promise you I will be fine.
Winona: Okay. Take me to work.
And go to Harlan.
But I can't promise you I'm gonna be here when you get back.
Raylan: I need you and your
boys to put your guns down.
Doyle: And why would we do that?
Raylan: Maybe you don't want
to see your brother's brains fly
Guys! Cease fire!
[ Siren chirps ]
Winona: Was I speeding?
Winona Hawkins?
Winona: Yeah.
Ma'am, this is a courtesy stop.
Chief deputy Art mullen's been
trying to reach you.
[ Indistinct talking over P.A. ]
Winona: Hi.
Art: Hey.
Winona: How is he?
Art: He's sleeping right now.
But he's gonna be all right.
The bullet went right through
his side, just under the ribs.
Didn't hit any vitals.
He's a lucky son of a gun.
Winona: Look, Art, I, um...
Um...
Art: End of the hall, Winona.
First door on the left.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Shell casings dropping ]
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Whirring ]
[ Whirring stops ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
I even tried a cross-pull.
I don't think I've done that
since Glynco.
Art: How'd that work for you?
Raylan: Won't be doing it again.
Art: [ Laughs ]
Did you try lefty?
Raylan: So I could shoot the
side of a barn?
Art: All right, we'll try one
more week of medical
restriction, and then I'll issue
you some hand grenades.
You're a lucky man, Raylan.
Raylan: I got shot, Art.
Art: Only thing that saved
you was all that body fat you
got going on there.
Raylan: Starting to feel
uncomfortable.
Art: Why? We're alone.
Crowder's here.
Raylan: Didn't wear your suit.
Boyd: Boy, you say that as if
I've only got the one and not a
whole closet full.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
I'm sorry.
You didn't wear your black suit.
Boyd: Well, I can see by the
hitch in your step you're still
not 100%.
Raylan: Yeah.
How's Ava?
Boyd: She's moving not so
different from you.
She's healing.
So was I right not to wear my suit?
Raylan: Well, we don't have a
strict dress code.
Boyd: Well, it just occurred
to me that Raylan Givens invites
me up to Lexington.
Chances are I might find myself
in front of a judge before the
day is out.
Raylan: Why?
Did you do something you
shouldn't have?
Boyd: Well, that's a pretty
low bar, Raylan.
Raylan: [ Laughs ]
Nah, trooper Tom Bergen, up
there in your world, he says
within a day of Mags killing
herself, all her
marijuana-drying sheds got
cleaned out.
Boyd: I wasn't aware that
marijuana interdiction fell
under the marshals' purview.
Raylan: He also said that the
floorboards in the sheds had
been torn up, ceilings pulled
down, walls opened up, like
someone was looking for
something, which does fall under
the marshals' purview...
Recovering ill-gotten gains.
Mags' bank accounts have been
seized along with her property,
but there's still a sizeable
amount of money missing.
Boyd: How sizeable, Raylan?
Raylan: Well over $10.
Boyd: Well, now, if I found
that kind of money, I'd be in
Mexico by now.
Raylan: Boyd, I've been to
Mexico.
I don't think you'd like it.
Boyd: How so?
Raylan: There's a lot of
Mexicans.
Boyd: Raylan, if a book could
only be judged by its cover,
you'd be a best seller.
Raylan: Hmm.
Boyd: Are we done?
Raylan: Looks like.
Sorry for wasting your time.
Boyd: Never a waste of time
to spend a moment with my good
friend Raylan Givens.
Tell you what. I'll ask around.
See if I can't get a line on
that money for you.
Raylan: I appreciate it.
Boyd: In exchange for an apology.
Raylan: I'm sorry. What?
Boyd: I want you to apologize.
Raylan: For the crack about the Mexicans?
Boyd: By the time I got out
of Wade Messer's house,
Dickie Bennett was tuning you up
like it was his birthday and you
were his piñata, only I don't
think there would have been
candy pouring out.
Raylan: You're saying you
saved my life.
Boyd: Are you saying I didn't?
Raylan: I would suggest what
you're looking for is a "thank
you," not an apology.
Boyd: Well, now, follow my
logic, Raylan.
I had my own plans for Dickie on account of his shooting Ava, but
you said you needed him, so I
let you have him under the
condition that you would return
him to me once his services had been rendered.
Raylan: [ Scoffs ]
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry. Did you see a creek out in the lobby?
Some pretty green trees and cut-off mountains?
Do you think we're in the "har"?
I am a deputy U.S. Marshall, Boyd.
Boyd: You're a Givens, Raylan.
Raylan: And you think I'm gonna
hand a man over to you to be murdered
like he is, what,
some pig I borrowed from you?
Boyd: You gave me your word.
Raylan: I got half a mind to kick...
Boyd: [ Grunts ]
Art: R-a-y-l-a-n.
[ Grunting in distance ]
Recovering from a GSW.
That stands for "gun..."
Boyd: No resistance here, officer!
There's no resistance here!
Raylan: Hey, Boyd.
Should have wore the suit.
Boyd: [ Laughs ]
No resistance, officer!
I'll see you, Raylan!
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and corrections by GeirDM for www.addic7ed.com
Mm, mm, mm.
This is great country. Ooh!
[ Laughs ]
First time, and I already love it here.
The way the pastures roll off into the distance.
The horses... I have never seen
such beautiful horses.
Thank you.
May I sit?
Please.
Two coffees.
Now, you want a little kick?
Mr. Arnett likes a little kick.
Oh, yeah, he'll have a little kick.
No. He won't. Just black. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, Yvette.
You can go now.
[ Sighs ]
You're banging her, aren't you?
I beg your pardon?
And now you've lost her respect.
That's hardly your concern.
Well, in a way it is.
See, she's your public face, and
she is not selling the same
story as you are.
[ Clears throat ]
Uh... Who's he?
Oh, Mr. Nix is one of my brokers.
Could he sit where I could
see him?
[ Laughs ]
That's good.
Now, why don't you state your
business, enjoy your coffee, and
then get the hell out?
Detroit is concerned.
Look, when you go back to
Detroit, you just tell them that
the properties that I'm holding
are poised to rebound, and when
they do, they're gonna be worth
twice what I paid for them.
Wow.
So, what do you think they're
worth right now, today?
No, I don't really have a
current assessment.
That's okay. 'Cause I do.
You picked a shitty time to get
into commercial real estate, and
now you're under water.
Detroit did not make an
investment, Emmitt.
It made a loan, which you
assured them that you would
repay as per the agreement.
250 will bring you current.
I could have that in two
weeks.
Emmitt, you read the business
pages.
Things are getting...Tough all
over.
So, if you can't have the money
here by tomorrow, I suggest you
tell me right now.
[ Sighs ]
I'll have it tomorrow.
That's great.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Said you were looking for
work.
Everybody's been wondering
what happened to all that
Bennett weed.
Devil: And you get first
crack at it, courtesy of
Mr. Boyd Crowder.
Just his way of showing his
appreciation for a new business
partner.
Well, let's get to it, then.
Arlo: There's more in the
tractor shed out back.
Lee! Go take a look!
A-Ron.
Get over here and help me.
Arlo: Devil.
Devil: Yeah?
Arlo: Ava's here.
[ Bird squawking ]
Devil: Ava.
Ava: Devil.
Arlo throwing a party?
[ Both chuckle ]
Devil: No, we, uh, got a
buyer for the pot.
Rodney Dunham.
Ava: "Hot rod" Dunham?
Out of Memphis?
Devil: Now, we're taking care
of this, Ava... me, Arlo, and Johnny.
Ava: Yeah?
Devil: Yeah.
Ava: I don't see Johnny.
Devil: Well, he'll turn up.
Ava: Yeah?
You figure Boyd's locked up,
you'll just go into business for
yourself.
Devil: Ah, it ain't like
that.
Boyd allowed us how he might
sell it.
We're just acting on his behalf.
Ava: Mm.
Arlo: Dunham wants a word.
Ava: Tell him to come on out.
Arlo: Come on out, Dunham.
Devil: I got this, Ava.
Ooh!
Aah, that smell can really take
the wind right out of you.
Arlo: Tell me about it.
Ava: Mr. Dunham, Ava Crowder.
I'm proud to know you, ma'am.
Ava: Likewise.
I've seen all I need to see.
Devil: Oh, yeah?
What's your offer?
All I got to offer is
advice... next time you want to
pull a big score like this,
don't bag the plants wet.
Devil: What, is there a
problem?
How long's this been sitting
here?
Arlo: About three weeks.
You got mold, you got mildew,
you got rats and mice eating on
it out in the shed.
Devil: Are you saying it's
all gone to shit?
That's not what I'm saying. [ Sighs ]
I'm saying you can probably
salvage...Two or three grand if
you get to cleaning right now.
Devil: No, this is 120 kilos
of premium weed!
Three weeks ago...Maybe.
Ava: We were thinking that
we might...
Devil: I'm talking to the
gentleman.
Arlo: Let us handle it, Ava.
Devil: Now, you as much as
told me on the phone that you
was gonna take the whole lot.
I told you I'd look at it.
Devil: No, no, unh-unh, no,
no, no, no.
Here's how it works.
You want to keep buying quality
bud, you gonna have to take all
this off our hands.
Ava: Devil!
Devil: Stay out of this!
Pull your head out of your
ass, son.
This is serious weight, and
these are dangerous times.
Now, you want this to get ugly?
It can.
Ava: Of course that's not
what we want, Mr. Dunham.
We appreciate you coming by.
You're lucky I was already in
Knoxville.
If I'd come eight hours from
Memphis for this , I'd be obliged
to kick somebody's ass!
Devil: Mm-hmm.
Ava: Understandable, sir.
Thank you.
Ma'am.
[ Vehicle doors open, close ]
Ava: [ Sighs ]
That go about the way you
expected?
Arlo: I could use a drink.
Devil: Amen to that.
Ava: [ Sighs ]
Winona: You know you got
21/2 bottles of whiskey on ice
and no beer?
Raylan: That can happen.
Wait.
You can't drink any of that shit
anyway.
Winona: Well, I can have one.
Raylan: Who says?
Winona: My mom.
She used to have a couple drinks
a night when she was carrying me.
She'd put her ashtray, balance
it on her great big belly.
Raylan: That explains a lot.
Winona: [ Chuckles ] How you doing?
Raylan: I've been better.
Winona: Well, you still look good.
Raylan: What do you mean, "still"?
Winona: You are not getting
any younger, kiddo.
Raylan: I'm so glad you're
here.
Winona: You ready to get back
in action?
Raylan: Oh, Art said another
week of light duty, and that was
before the fight.
Winona: That's not what I'm
talking about.
Raylan: [ Moaning, grunting ]
Winona: You okay?
Did that hurt?
Raylan: I'll manage.
[ Both moaning and grunting ]
Raylan: [ Breathes deeply ]
Winona: So, what's going on?
Raylan: What are you asking?
Winona: I just... it feels
like there's something on your
mind.
Raylan: Do you know about the
newborn baby in the delivery room?
Calls his daddy over and says,
"how do you think that feels?"
Winona: Is that what you were
thinking about?
Raylan: Maybe a little.
Winona: You know the baby's
the size of a walnut right now, don't you?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
You know it's gonna get bigger, too, right?
Raylan: W-well, yeah.
Raylan: Mm.
Maybe we need more room.
Winona: [ Sighs ]
After all the time I spent
redecorating?
Raylan: Well, much as I
appreciate you putting lipstick
on this particular platypus...
Winona: [ Laughs ]
Raylan:...Maybe we should...
I don't know... start looking
for a house or something.
Winona: Mm...And leave all
this?
♪ ♪
[ Doorbell rings ]
Yeah?
[ Shakily ] I got a large
olive and eggplant.
[ Chuckles ] Sorry, son, I
didn't order a pizza.
I did.
[ Sighs ]
[ Clears throat ]
Where would you like me to put them?
Put them on the desk and sit.
Mm, these are way nicer than the
piece of shit I wear.
But I'm not complaining.
Keeps good time.
You don't remember me, do you?
Never seen you before in my life.
Oh, you've seen me.
You just didn't notice me.
But I know you.
You're Delmer Coates.
You used to own that watch store
over on Clinton.
Couple of kids tried to rob you.
You shot them.
Dumb asses didn't know you had a
gun under the counter.
Couple other guys tried after
that, right?
Yeah.
You shot and killed four men.
You're one tough son of a bitch.
But I come in here and ask you
for the watches, and you just
lay down.
Yeah.
What was I supposed to do?
I was hoping you'd pull on
me, give me some lip.
You just hit the silent alarm
and wait for the cavalry to come.
I know all about your security
system.
I'm the guy who put it in.
When I ordered the pizza, I took
your security system offline.
Took me less than 30 minutes,
which is more than I can say for
you, slick.
You understand why I ain't
paying for that pizza, right?
[ Whimpers ]
Now, I don't like wearing a
mask.
I'm too pretty.
So I am gonna have to kill you.
But I'll tell you what...
There's this game I like to
play.
I'm gonna put this gun between
us and have the pizza man count
it down from 10.
When he gets to 1, we both go
for it, so you got the same
chance I got.
That sounds fair, right?
Start counting.
I-I don't think I should be
inv... be involved in this.
Count.
[ Inhales deeply ]
10...
10.
9...
[ Shakily ] 8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1.
[ Screams ]
I win.
[ Latches click] [ Gasps ]
I didn't see anything.
I'm not gonna say anything. I swear.
Are you gonna eat that pizza?
No! Take it!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Knock on desk ]
Raylan: What's up?
Tim: Somebody killed a
Mr. Delmer Coates last night
along with a pizza delivery boy.
They also emptied his safe.
Raylan: I regret their passing. So?
Tim: Well, whoever killed
them took Mr. Coates' security
system offline, which is not so
easy considering...
Raylan: I'm gonna stop it
there.
Were either Mr. Coates or the
pizza delivery man federal
fugitives?
Tim: No, but
Fletcher "the ice pick" Nix is.
He's charged with interstate
flight.
The stab wounds on the victim's
hands are consistent with an ice pick.
Raylan: Can't help you.
I'm on light duty.
Maybe Rachel.
Tim: Oh, yeah, I'd rather
take her, but, uh...
Raylan: "But, uh," what?
Tim: Wynn Duffy's security
system did the installation.
Raylan: Is there a question attached to this?
Tim: Well, Duffy's the only
lead I got, and I thought you might help me out.
Raylan: Why would you think that?
Tim: 'Cause you had that thing.
Raylan: Had what thing?
Tim: Where you two killed
Gary together.
Raylan: That's funny.
That's funny.
Excuse me.
I'm out of staples, and I'm
getting a little light on paper clips.
Tim: Come on, man.
Raylan: "Come on, man."
Have you not been listening?
I cannot leave my desk.
Tim: Just say you're on lunch.
Raylan: I can't talk to Duffy.
Tim: Sure you can.
Raylan: No, I can't.
Tim: Why not?
Raylan: Last time I saw him I
said our next conversation
wasn't gonna be a conversation.
Tim: Well, this is a
different conversation.
[ Car door closes ]
Tim: What?
He's not gonna remember
something you said that long
ago.
Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Sighs ]
He doesn't want to talk to you.
Raylan: Well, that makes two of us.
Wynn: Who don't I want to
talk to?
Raylan: [ Exhales deeply ]
Wynn: Raylan.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Raylan: Deputy Gutterson has
some questions for you.
Tim: Gentleman named
Delmer Coates was murdered last night.
Name ring a bell?
Wynn: Not offhand. Should it?
Tim: Well, you installed his
security system about two years ago.
It was a whispertech series "c."
Wynn: That's a good system.
Tim: Whoever killed Coates
disabled it first.
Since you install so many of them...
Wynn: I'm sorry, I just have to ask.
Are you two accusing me of being
involved or are you just asking
me for information?
Raylan: Whichever applies.
Wynn: I don't think it'd
very good for business if I went
around murdering my own clients, do you?
Tim: Well, it might be worth
it if they had a safe full of
expensive merchandise.
Wynn: All my clients have
expensive merchandise.
That's why they buy security sys...
Raylan: Just answer the
question, or shut your mouth.
Wynn: I can only imagine how
frustrating this must be for
you, Raylan.
It'd be so much easier to just beat a confession out of me, wouldn't it?
Raylan: That's still an option.
Wynn: As a matter of fact, as
I recall, last time we met, you
told me next conversation we had
wasn't gonna be a conversation.
Raylan: This is a different conversation.
Wynn: Oh.
Tim: You ever hire an
installer named Fletcher Nix?
Favorite toy's an ice pick.
Wynn: That's not exactly standard equipment.
Raylan: That ain't exactly an answer.
Wynn: Raylan, I am so sorry.
I would love to be of more help,
but I got to get back to
watching women's tennis.
Close the door, Mike.
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Door slams shut ]
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Well, the man's a piece of shit, but I believe him.
Tim: You do?
Raylan: He didn't flinch when
you mentioned Delmer Coates.
Tim: No, but when I mentioned that ice pick...
Raylan: Yeah, he flinched a little.
Tim: Well, maybe this one's above his pay grade.
Who's he work for?
Raylan: Emmitt Arnett.
Dixie mafia shot-caller out of
Frankfort.
Tim: Okay, how about you go talk to him?
You drop me off at the corner.
I'll keep an eye on Duffy.
Raylan: Excuse me?
Tim: Or, you know, you can go
back to the office, get your
paper clips, do the p-p dance,
whatever makes you feel happy,
Raylan.
[ Car door closes ]
Raylan: [ Grunts ]
[ Engine turns over ]
Wynn: [ Sighs ]
Emmitt, is there anything you
want to tell me?
What is this, 20 questions?
Wynn: You hired one of my own
guys to go after one of my clients?
Where'd you get that idea?
Wynn: Don't insult my
intelligence, Emmitt!
I'm talking about Fletcher, the ice pick.
Hey, baby?
Baby, pull that door a minute,
will you?
I didn't think he was still one
of your boys.
Wynn: He isn't one of my boys.
Do you know why?
Because he's a federal fugitive,
which means that anything he
does points right back at me,
which raises the obvious
question, was that your
intention, Emmitt?
No!
No, look. [ Sighs ]
It d-didn't go as planned.
I'm on my way into the office to
meet him, and that'll be the end of it.
Wynn: Well, let me know how
that goes.
And, by the way, Raylan Givens
is on his way to talk to you.
[ Sighs ]
Damn.
[ Buzzer sounds ]
Boyd: Oh, it sure is good to
see you.
Ava: You okay?
Boyd: I'm fine.
How are you?
Ava: Well, it sucks talking
to you through this glass.
Boyd: They're transferring me
to Tramble.
Everything okay?
Ava: [ Inhales deeply ]
You know that cord of wood we
got stacked behind Arlo's house?
Boyd: I thought maybe we
could sell some.
Ava: Yeah, but your old buddy
from Memphis came by, said he
couldn't use any of it.
Boyd: Not a piece?
Ava: Mnh-mnh.
He said it was starting to rot.
Didn't seem to have any good
ideas about what we should do
with it, either.
Boyd: [ Sighs ]
Well...
[ Inhales deeply ] Burn it.
Ava: All of it?
Boyd: All of it.
I wouldn't want to attract any
termites or any other pests.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Yeah?
What's the problem?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Small world.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
I'll tell you later.
You want me to handle it?
All right. Have it your way.
Raylan: Something I can help
you with?
I like your hat.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
There much call for cowboys
these days?
Raylan: You would be
surprised.
Yeah?
Raylan: Yep.
Whoa. Hey.
It's not your floor.
Change of plan.
See you again.
Raylan: Emmitt?
Marshal! [ Chuckles ]
I didn't hear you come in.
Raylan: Sorry.
Looking for Mr. Arnett.
Uh, he won't be coming in
today.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
You know where I can find him?
I can try to find out.
Or maybe there's something I can
do for you.
My daddy had a hat kind of
like yours.
Raylan: Oh, yeah?
Except the brim was smaller.
Raylan: Businessman's
Stetson.
That's it.
Can I be honest with you?
Raylan: I'd like to think so.
I don't think Mr. Arnett's in
the real-estate business.
Raylan: What makes you say that?
Mostly just the people who
come around.
I mean, they don't look like
real-estate folks.
They don't even look like
contractors or property managers
or maintenance people.
They're just sketchy.
Raylan: Like Wynn Duffy.
Exactly!
And this new guy, Fletcher Nix.
He is super creepy. Ohh.
Raylan: What do you know about him?
Nothing.
Except he was supposed to come
into the office this morning for
a meeting, but Mr. Arnett
canceled at the last minute.
Raylan: Why'd he cancel?
Mm.
They rescheduled.
Raylan: Rescheduled for...?
Can I just say...
It is so nice talking to a man
who's interested in what you
have to say.
I mean, none of Mr. Arnett's
colleagues are very good
conversationalists, to say the
least.
Raylan: Must be difficult.
They rescheduled for...?
Tonight.
But I don't have to be there.
Thank goodness.
Raylan: Do you know where?
Um...Near a cab stand at
Jefferson and Main.
Raylan: Yvette, may I offer
you some advice?
Quit.
The sooner the better.
I got a feeling Mr. Arnett's
about to ride a barrel over the
falls.
I wish you could see it,
buddy.
Hey, you know how they talk
about Kentucky bluegrass?
Well, it's actually blue.
I did... I sent you a postcard
this morning.
No, I wouldn't kid you about that.
Ll see for yourself as soon
as I get settled.
Hey, look, pop's got to go.
I love you, buddy.
Bye.
[ Car door opens ]
How'd that go?
Just like you said it would.
You tell him about tonight?
Mm-hmm.
But that's what I don't get.
If they catch Fletcher before he
makes the drop, you don't get
the money.
Well, I'm not so worried
about the money anymore.
Then what'd you come all this way for?
I like the scenery.
[ Gear shifts ]
Raylan: This is Fletcher Nix?
Tim: Didn't you look at his file?
Raylan: Not closely.
Tim: There a problem?
Art: Okay, Rachel, I want you
to call the LPD shift captain.
Make sure he has all our info.
Tim, you call the S.W.A.T. Team
leader and do the same.
Now, we're gonna need a
photograph of Emmitt Arnett.
Something better than a drivers
license would be a big plus.
Hopefully, we can get Arnett and
Fletcher nix together tonight,
and it'll be one-stop shopping.
All right.
Raylan: You ain't gonna let
me do anything, are you?
Art: Well, you can't run and
you can't shoot.
What good are you?
Raylan: Well, I can be the
guy on the radio, telling people
what to do.
Art: That's my job, asshole.
Raylan: But, Art...
Art: Not changing my mind.
Raylan: No, no, no.
There's something else you should know.
Art: Okay.
Raylan: Tim showed me a
picture of Nix this morning, but
I didn't look at it.
Art: Is that it?
Raylan: And then I ran into
him later in the elevator at
Arnett's, but I didn't recognize him.
Art: Because you didn't look at the picture.
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Art: 'Cause you've been shot,
and you're off your game, which
is why I told you to stay at your desk.
So the next time I tell you to
stay at your desk...
Raylan: I'm gonna stay at my desk.
Art: Thank you.
Raylan: But this thing
tonight...
Art: Yes?
Raylan: It might have come
too easy... the information I
got from Yvette.
I didn't have to work hard for it.
Art: Anything else you
screwed up today?
Raylan: Not that I can think of.
Art: Go home, Raylan, really.
We'll be fine.
Ava: You sure do have some
fine cookware, Mr. Givens.
Arlo: Most of it was Helen's.
Some from her sister.
They both liked to cook.
Ava: As do I.
Arlo: Ava?
[ Sighs ]
While we appreciate you making
this fine meal, I think we would
appreciate it even more if you
told us what Boyd had to say.
Ava: [ Sighs ]
Devil: Yeah, why you
stalling?
Ava: Well, you got me, Devil.
I am stalling.
I just wanted to get some good
food in you before I relayed
Boyd's orders.
[ Sighs ]
Boyd instructed that you burn
the weed.
Devil: The hell?
Arlo: That weed's worth
100 grand easy.
Ava: It's also worth 20 years
any law enforcement happens by.
Hot rod was our last outlet.
We can't just sit on it and hope
we run into someone who will
take it off our hands.
Devil: We ain't burning it.
Ava: Those were Boyd's orders
devil: Yeah, well, Boyd's not
here, is he?
Ava: [ Sighs ]
Devil, I can imagine it is hard
taking orders from a woman.
Only you're not.
You're taking orders from Boyd.
I'm just passing it along.
Now, the way I figure it is you
got a choice.
We can play nice.
You do what Boyd says, and I
keep making fine food.
My fried chicken is to die for.
The other path?
You ignore Boyd, and I get
ornery.
Devil: Well, what are you
gonna do?
Spit in our food.
[ Both laugh ]
[ Groans ]
Ava: We clear?!
I need to make my point any more
emphatically?!
Arlo: You didn't need to do
that, Ava.
Ava: Of course I did,
Mr. Givens.
Otherwise I wouldn't have done
it.
Devil: [ Groans ]
Tim: Male, 40s, approaching
the Escalade, holding a box.
Art: Fletcher Nix?
Tim: Negative.
Not... repeat, not...
Fletcher Nix.
[ Knock on window ]
You're supposed to give me
something for this.
How about you get in the car
or I shoot you in the face.
Tim: Driver's got a gun.
Art: All right, shut it down!
Get in the goddamn car.
Rachel: [ Grunts ]
[ Sirens wail ]
[ Gear shifts ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Art: Keep your hands in the air!
Keep your hands where I can see
them at all times!
Get out of the car.
Put your hands on your head.
Turn around.
Kneel down.
Raylan: I've always thought
"Felix" deserved a comeback.
Felix... Felix Givens.
Winona: Like Felix the cat.
Raylan: Yeah, but without the
cat.
Just...Felix.
What do you think?
On winona: Uh, yeah, maybe.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
Maybe, huh?
Winona: Raylan, I think it's
sweet that you think you have a
say in the name.
Raylan: I'm sorry?
Winona: Well, I do know you,
and I know that if I spend more
than five minutes in labor,
sweating and screaming and all
of that, you're gonna go with
whatever name I choose.
I mean, I could... I could
choose jiffy pop or palmolive.
That's a good one.
Raylan: Hmm.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Jiffy pop.
Winona: Jiffy pop.
Raylan: Jiffy pop for a boy.
Palmolive's obviously a girl's
name.
What's up, Art?
How'd it go?
Art: Not well.
Fletcher Nix was a no-show, as
was Arnett.
Nix sent some homeless guy to do
the drop, and arnett sent some
guy that might have been a
bodyguard, but we don't know now
because he's all lawyered up.
I thought the homeless guy was
gonna get popped, so I shut it down.
Raylan: What's next?
Art: Frankfort PD's on the
way Arnett's house to bring
him in for questioning.
[ Car beeping ]
[ Car door closes ]
Winona: Who are you?
I'm the one with the gun.
Raylan: This has nothing to
do with the lady.
That's too bad.
Come inside. Shut the door.
Now I ask you to take your gun out.
I think you'd do it, considering
the company.
Slowly.
Just take two fingers, and...
You know what?
Just do whatever you'd tell
someone to do in a situation
like this.
Unh. Whole thing.
Put it on the ground.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Grunts ]
Have a seat.
Raylan: [ Grunts ]
Okay.
What's next, Fletcher?
Aww, you're showing me you
know my name.
Raylan: I know a lot about you.
You didn't know me in the
elevator.
Raylan: What I still don't
get is why you don't just take
the money and run.
Maybe because it's not money.
Watches.
I look like I know anything
about watches?
Raylan: Hell, I could take
those off your hands.
Give you 20 apiece for them.
You can be on your way.
[ Chuckles ]
You're the one who put that plug
in Tommy Bucks on that Miami
rooftop.
Raylan: That's right.
How about we play a game?
[ Chuckles ]
Count down from 10.
Raylan: Go ahead, Winona.
Winona: Right now?
This is as good a time as
any.
Winona: Uh...
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
When she gets to 1, we go for
it.
Winona: 5...
4...
3...
[ Voice breaking ] 2...
[ Groans ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
[ Groaning ]
Raylan: I'm sorry about your
tablecloth.
Is that really necessary?
Wynn: I don't know him.
He'll be here. He'll be here.
Don't worry.
No, he won't.
Oh, he probably just stopped
for a sandwich or something.
That boy just can't stop eating.
Actually, you know, it's a
problem.
Mr. Arnett, he's not coming.
I had your assistant, Yvette,
tell the marshals where the
exchange was happening.
[ Laughs ]
I'm not joking.
[ Slams glass ]
Why would you do that?
You had a good thing going
here, Emmitt.
But you let go of the rope.
[ Sighs ]
You done?
Almost.
You know me now?
Yeah.
Dewey: I don't know if you're
thinking of it, but stay away
from the neck.
Now, back here's okay, but up here?
Hurts like a son of a bitch, and
don't mind my saying.
I think it might be because the
skin is looser or something.
Dickie: Yeah, no no, thank you.
I don't plan on getting no tattoos.
Dewey: Well, man, neither did
I, but, as much as anything
else, it gives you something to
do, you know?
You can only spank it so much.
What the hell's he doing here?
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