Previously on "Justified"...
Have you heard of Ellstin Limehouse?
Yeah, I heard of him.
- Nobles Hollow. - Okay.
He owed mama some kind of debt, okay?
And that's why she... she knew
that he was gonna keep her money safe.
It has come to my attention that you are in
possession of something that
belonged to Mags Bennett.
Yeah, well, some agreements
transcend the grave, Mr. Crowder.
If Dickie were to join
Mags in the afterlife, there
would be no person for that
money to go to...Except maybe
you and me.
So, you get me that money, or
life in here will take a turn
for the disastrous.
How am I gonna get my
hands on that money, you think,
while I am inside here?
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.
You had a good thing going here, Emmitt.
But you let go of the rope.
Now, I told you what
I'm offering.
There ain't nothing more.
Boyd.
I'm in.
Hey, eye of the tiger.
How about you settle down a little?
Could be a while yet.
Yeah, well, suppose I
they do things up in
shitkick hollow.
Down here in white civilization,
boss calls you to his home, you
sit and wait till he's goddamn
good and ready to see you.
What's he even want
with me, anyway?
Devil, I'm taking you to see
the wizard, brother.
Oughta be grateful.
Where is he? Where is he?
You must be the one they call "devil."
So, uh, devil, can I get you a
coffee or a bourbon or anything?
I am particular with the bourbon.
I love that shit. We don't get it in Detroit.
- No, I don't want anything. - Nothing?
I'm gonna help myself.
Devil? Devil? Dev... Whoop. Whoa.
Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.
Why don't you just calm down and
have yourself a seat?
So, Tanner here tells me that
you are a man who gets things done.
- Is he right? - Well, I don't do
muscle work anymore if that's what you're after.
Got my own thing going now.
Not exactly the way that I've
heard it described.
Oh, you been talking
out of school about me, Tanner?
Just looking out is all.
See, Tanner's kind of like my
talent scout for my organization.
He finds people who are
under-utilized in their current
situation and reports it back to me.
And from what I've heard, you
have been pushed to a
second-tier position at an
enterprise that's going nowhere fast.
Am I right?
Yeah, I don't know about that.
I only know what I've been told.
You and Tanner go back.
You two got to talking.
Quart of shine in my belly, I
say a lot of things.
Here's what I think.
The potential, down in
Harlan county to make money,
you've only just begun to
imagine, and there's only one
thing standing in the way of
making that happening.
Well, we got a few
things lined up.
Tell me you're shitting me.
Chasing money up a black holler?
Cozying up with people you'd
just as soon see swinging?
Taking orders from a woman who
has raised her hand to you and
is protected by a man who is not
against taking a poke at you himself!
Give me an "amen!"
Give me a goddamn "amen!"
Amen.
What, you saying you
got something better?
I guaran-damn-tee it.
Guarantee's a big word.
You ain't the first to come
along, making promises.
Yes, but I am the first who
can actually deliver.
You see, I have the resources
and the infrastructure to turn
your shitty little project, or
whatever the hell you call it,
into a money-making machine.
I just need the right people to run it.
Mm. Right people.
You're saying that's me?
You wouldn't be here
otherwise.
Well, I don't know.
You don't know.
Hey, you don't know.
'Cause, you know, I'm not gonna bullshit you.
It would take you getting your
hands dirty, but from what I
understand, you're not against
getting your hands dirty if it's
a means to an end that makes sense.
But let me just tell you this,
devil.
This is an opportunity that only
happens once.
Do you understand?
Well, for the sake of
argument...
What you got in mind?
Ahhh!
You get off me!
You big lug!
- Help! - Dewey!
Don't let 'em think
they got you hurt, Dewey!
Dickie! Help me!
Damn!
E... would you... j-j... take it.
Would you just hold still?
I-I... damn.
What the hell are we supposed to do now?
What do you mean, what are we supposed to do now?
The plan never accounted for
this dipshit to be in the mix.
What?
Dickie, you there?
Hey, hey!
Brother Dewey! Yeah, man.
Hey, have no fear.
I'm right here.
- I think I'm in shock. - I feel cold.
Well, you never
should've jumped in on the fight, man.
Had 'em right where I wanted 'em.
What kind of man am I
if I don't stand by my friends?
The fight was supposed to put him in here, not you.
You are now a liability.
Damn, man.
Can I at least get like a
Tylenol or something?
Yeah, can you get him...
I say we throw him back to gen pop.
I say he's hurt too much for
that to be a viable option.
You really think this one's
gonna put 2 and 2 together?
Hey, moron. How much have you heard?
About y'all breaking out?
Nothing.
D-d-d-d-do you hear this? Nice. Nice.
He ain't nothing to worry about.
Come on. I mean, take a look at him.
Nah, he can't go back in.
Not now.
Wait a sec. I got an idea.
Ash, would you start loading us up?
I'm gonna handle this one.
Hey, hey, ain't no
reason to handle me.
I don't know anything.
If you want, I could work up
like a cover story and... and
you all can... can play along.
And... what you think?
Uh-huh, yeah.
What's that right there?
Hey!
What the hell did you just do, man?!
Dickie, help!
What did you do?
Dewey!
Hey, what did you do to him?!
Whoa, ho, ho! Ho, ho!
Just another minute. There we go.
Time to go to sleep.
Come on. Come on.
Why the hell did you
go and do that?
He said he didn't know nothing.
So, you ready to do things my
way, or would you like option
"b"?
♪ 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 ♪
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Let's see if I got this right.
You managed to get bushwacked by
an imbecile and an
undernourished half-cripple.
I turned my back for one second.
Next thing I know, I wake up,
I'm in the refrigerator.
Gonna take all week to get
my core temp back up.
Prison old-timer died
in his sleep last night and was
awaiting transfer to the morgue.
So they slipped out
in a coroner's van?
Well, Tramble's got
its own private hearse transfer.
Subcontracted out.
We got a line on the driver?
Edward Fowler.
Worked for Tramble six months.
Bolo's already out on the
hearse, and the marshals task
force will follow up on the
other leads.
Hey.
I... my shift's been up for
three hours, and I-I'm gonna
need stitches, and I can't
really stitch up myself.
Is there any chance I could cut
loose and head to urgent care soon?
Sit tight.
Hey. All right.
Any trouble?
Not a peep.
Good job.
Sure.
Hey, you think I can get a
little taste...
Nap time's over, gimpy.
Come on.
Aah!
Time for business.
You just gonna let
him freak out inside that thing
all day or what?
Your boyfriend.
You fix it.
Dew-dew-Dewey, hey, hey.
There... there you go.
What the hell, man?!
There you go.
Whoa! Oh! Hey!
Easy, easy, easy.
Hey... hey, look at me. Hey.
Take a look around.
Come on. See what we got here?
You're free, brother.
Free where?
Where the hell am I?
You're out of Tramble now.
Why am I out of Tramble?
And which one of y'all stuck me in the neck?
Your lucky day, Dewey.
This thing goes right, you may
live as a free man.
Serious?
Well, awesome.
Later.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Funny, I said if things go
well.
Did you get out okay?
Got me on a short leash.
He wanted to make sure I went to
the hospital and got stitches.
Still don't know why we need
dumb and dumber both.
You let me worry about dumber.
You just worry about the other thing.
All right. This is how this works.
You got the money up blacktown.
That is where we are headed.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You need to know that you don't
know shit about Nobles Holler, all right?
'Cause I can tell you we ain't
getting anywhere near that place
with the whole crew who we got going on here.
That's why it's just gonna be
you and me, buttercup.
You take him to the hotel.
You wanted him.
He's your problem.
Come on, gimp.
Let's roll.
Friends?
Couple. You know.
Still slinging weed?
Mostly heroin.
Over cocaine.
Is that why you're here?
Marvel at the expansion of my
drug empire?
Yeah, I have been
wondering how you're doing.
Well, here you see
it, in all its babysitting glory.
But I need to ask you
a question.
Donnie, you put that
down right this minute!
What question?
Mags Bennett may have
a sizeable amount of money
socked away.
Yeah?
Yeah.
How much?
Can't say.
"Can't say" you
don't know or "can't say" you can't say?
Bit of both.
- You gonna ask do I - have it?
Was just gonna ask if
you knew where she kept it.
Couldn't say.
"Couldn't say" don't
know or "couldn't say" couldn't
say?
- Well, why couldn't I - have it?
I think if you did,
you'd quit the babysitting gig.
Well, maybe I'm
doing this babysitting gig to
throw off the authorities.
Loretta, do you have
it?
Got it. Okay.
Thanks.
Found the hearse off 225.
Driver shot once through the
head, two empty body bags in the
back plus the old-timer they used to get out.
They got an accomplice outside.
Or they had a gun ready.
Come time to make a deal with
the driver, they put a bullet through him instead.
- Mm. - Anyways, you were
explaining where we're going?
Nobles holler.
- Mm. - Nice community.
Carved out for emancipated
slaves after the civil war.
Good white folks of the county
been trying to dig 'em out going
on 150 years now.
Hasn't happened yet?
They're still working on it.
Mm. You're all up on
your race relations.
I pay attention
during black history month.
Oh, and you're
bringing me along as the
ambassador of African-America.
Help smooth your passage.
I recall being pulled
along on a similar mission
sometime back.
Fair enough.
Anyway, if the girl's
right, Mags kept her money there.
Fellow named Ellstin Limehouse.
You know this Limehouse?
Mm, no. Met him once.
And you think
Dickie's fool enough to show up
there looking for it?
Fool enough to bring
along Dewey Crowe.
I'd say anything's possible.
[ Gear engages, engine shuts
Mr. Limehouse.
Deputy Marshall givens.
Deputy Marshall Brooks.
Givens?
Boy, something about that name.
- Remembering my daddy, - I expect.
Why? He do something worth me
remembering him?
You put it that way, no.
Well then, why would I
remember him?
We're here about two
local boys.
Dickie Bennett and Dewey Crowe.
Busted out of the pen at Tramble
this morning.
Who in the hell is
Dewey Crowe?
Wears gator teeth.
Joined the heil Hitler club.
Wants you to know he's bad, but
doesn't have it down yet.
We have to pretend you don't
know Dickie Bennett?
Word is Bennetts have been
keeping their cash up this
holler a long time, and Dickie, being out...
He's gonna need a friend.
And you think I'm that friend.
Mr. Limehouse, any
information you might have on
Dickie or the money he's after...
Where is your family tree,
girl?
Trying to cover it up, but I
hear Tennessee up in there.
You hear right.
Now, down Tennessee, your
people teach you the way to get
ahead is betraying the
confidence of folk you got dealings with?
Taught me to be
careful who I choose to do
business with in the first place.
Well, you got luxuries up
there we ain't got down here.
I didn't know you
were from Tennessee.
Hendersonville, up
near Johnny cash's place.
Ever see him?
Nah, I never made it up that way.
Ended up helping my mama clean
house for a white lady.
Said I needed to go to college.
Paid my way.
Four years at ole miss.
I believe ole miss
has the best looking girls of
any college in the country, even Vanderbilt.
Well, you two clearly got a
lot to talk about, so...
We're not done with
you, yet.
You know, I'd love to help
you marshals, but these ribs is
done.
But y'all can bring your revenue
agents down here if you want to
with their guns and their dogs.
Won't be the first time nor the last, I expect.
You can start by
posting up on your road into
town.
Keep an eye out for Dickie.
I'm sure you won't mind since
you got nothing to hide.
If you get hungry, you come on up.
I'm gonna hook you up with some bacon.
You ain't ever gonna forget.
We get KSP to post a
unit up here.
You mind if I leave you with them?
Sit in the a/c?
Well, where are you
going?
Another idea I want
to run down.
How the hell did the marshal
service get posted up here already?
Did you tip them off, Dickie?
Oh, yeah, yeah, I
tipped off Raylan about my own escape.
What can I say?
I-it really felt right at the
time.
Shit!
Well, we are not getting up there.
Well, that is surely true.
Wha... where are we going now?
To the motel.
If I can't get up there, you're
gonna find a way to get the
goddamn money out.
[ Gear engages,
What happened?
No joy. Give me a phone.
Hello, Dickie Bennett.
You two know each other?
Sure we do.
We got family in Harlan.
We know all the Bennetts, matter
of fact, not just this sorry
shit heap.
Hey, hey. Ohh!
Ain't no reason to get all spun
up there, tater tot.
You call your banker.
You tell him to bring that money
someplace useful, or I will
show you what it means to get
"spun up."
Okay.
Here we go.
It's ringing.
Yeah, h...
Yeah, hello?
This is, uh, I'm a very special
friend and client of
Mr. Limehouse.
If you would please put him on
the phone right straightaway,
thank you.
Say what?
No, that...
Hello?
Uh...
It's okay.
I'm just gonna do something here.
You know he's just gonna keep
on calling.
Yeah, give it here.
Now, before you say a damn word,
I need to know you know how to
talk on a telephone.
You know that I do,
and you know I wouldn't be
calling if it wasn't something
needed done, okay?
I assume you are aware of the
situation up here.
Yes, I am aware, and
let me just say, okay, that I
wish this... this... this...
All this could be handled in
some other way, but since it
can't, here's the thing.
I am counting on you, okay?
I'm counting on your sterling
reputation for customer service,
not to mention our family's long
and mutually beneficial history
to prevail upon you to honor the
arrangement between us, okay?
And, given the current
circumstances, I'm gonna need
you to bring the, um, uh,
package to some other location.
Yeah. Okay.
Well, if it ain't the
devil himself.
Where the hell you
been, brother?
Been around.
Around, huh?
Yeah.
What? I miss something?
Uh, just your share.
Johnny had his eyes on it, but I
was able to fend him off.
This it?
What, you were
expecting a prize at the bottom?
No, it's just a little
light is all.
Just watering seeds, son.
Just watering seeds.
Yeah, you been telling
me that, haven't you?
What the hell you so
crotchety about, devil?
- Nothing. - Just wondering if and when we're
ever gonna actually make a move
on something worth moving on.
And I told you that
time is coming.
But we're gonna have to put a
pin in this for now 'cause I'm
sensing a disturbance in the force.
Boyd?
Hello, Raylan!
Welcome!
I like what you've
done with the place.
Well, I-I appreciate that.
Uh, what can we do for you, Raylan?
We have 17 different kinds of
bourbon behind the bar.
We'll even give you the first
one on the house.
How many kinds of water?
Give him some tap.
And where's Arlo?
Are you saying I know
the whereabouts of your daddy
better than you do?
Saying I can't see
him passing up the chance to
drink off a weekday afternoon.
Uh, prostate.
It makes it hard for him to piss
whatever he takes in.
Well, you know what
they say... getting old ain't
for pussies.
Yeah.
Your daddy's slipping
into decrepitude.
Truly is sad, being
the man that he once was.
He was something.
Han rd on my mother, though.
He'd lay bruises on her when
he'd drink or when he didn't.
I was 10 the night she decided
she'd had enough.
Lit out, took a clutch with her
like she wasn't coming back.
And did she go up to
nobles holler? Le
Mm-hmm.
Heard the stories... white women
seeking shelter there, men not
daring to follow them in.
But not Arlo.
Oh, hell no.
He wasn't scared of black folks.
He was gonna chase her down and
bring her back.
'Course, he tied one on first
and then come up and dragged me with.
Oh, how did that sit
with the good folks in
nobles holler?
We come up to the bridge.
Arlo set to screaming for her.
And that's when I met
Ellstin Limehouse.
Young man, then... 20, 22.
Arlo reached back about as far
as Nebraska to swing at him.
Limehouse just felled him like a
tree.
He beat him so bad, I had to
drag him back to the car and
drive him home.
Well, that must have
made quite an impression, seeing
your daddy laid low like that.
And yet, I was up at
nobles holler this afternoon.
Limehouse... no recollection of
it whatsoever, like it never
happened.
Uh, well, m-maybe he
just found it interesting to
allow you to believe that.
Maybe.
Or maybe he's kicked so many
white boys' asses, he just ain't
keeping track no more.
What do you think?
Hey, boys.
Would you mind giving me and
U.S. deputy marshal Raylan givens a moment, please?
Come on, devil.
So, I'd love to
know what precipitated that
conversation between you and
Mr. Limehouse.
Mm.
Well.
Dickie Bennett took a flyer out
of Tramble this morning.
He did not?
His compadre in
escape none other than
Dewey Crowe.
Dewey Crowe?
I don't suppose
they've been by.
Uh, no, no, no, they
have not, and I think we can
both agree that if he's running
around with Dickie, I'm unlikely
to receive him.
No.
More likely you go after him.
Which would be easier if you
knew where they were, even if it
was in prison.
All right.
Uh, I might have a nut or two
for your trail mix.
I'm listening.
A bent screw at
Tramble, the kind of guy who can
put people together who ain't
supposed to be.
He might be the same kind of guy
who can get them out.
Yeah? What can I do for you?
The Slayton gang rode past
here last night, heading South.
I'd like some help...
You still think he's gonna call?
- I say we do the other thing. - Not yet.
Yeah, we don't need Coombs
and junior around for that.
The kind of money that you're
talking about is a pauper's
wages compared to what we're gonna get.
- If the man ever calls. - He'll call.
Hey, man, I don't mean
to complain, but I got a series
hunger thing going on over here.
Hey, man, why don't you just
shut your mouth and watch TV?
Hey. Look.
I haven't eaten all day, either,
and I've got stitches, so I'm
not going anywhere.
Are you going out?
Get some chicken.
Yeah, I-I want chicken.
Daddy, you want some chicken?
Dickie, we're getting
chicken.
Hey, this is your idea.
No Cole slaw!
Johnny.
Damn, devil, what the hell you
doing lurking around back here?
Just waiting, hoping
for a word.
A word?
Gonna shed some light on why you
been all jinked up lately?
Only $360, that's
what's got me all jinked up.
It is what it is, devil.
You can blame the economy.
Blame belongs one
place, and you and I both know
where.
What are you driving
at, devil?
I remember after you
got shot, I come visit you at
the va hospital.
I remember you saying, "Boyd put me here.
Put me in this chair."
Well, I was on a lot
of meds at the time.
$360.
That enough to put all that
behind you?
Well, he's helped out
since.
Yeah? How?
Got you your bar back?
Hallelujah.
What else, Johnny?
You name me one thing that's worth a shit.
Yeah, okay!
Look, I-I'm not gonna deny,
sitting in this goddamn chair,
that I ain't never had that
thought before.
Hey, look.
There's a time I believed in
Boyd Crowder.
I did, with everything I had.Ad
but the Boyd we have today is
not the man I believed in, not
by a long shot, mnh-mnh.
Look at us, Johnny.
You and me, right connections?
There ain't any limits on what
we can do down here.
Well, I will grant you that.
But, devil, just how do you
think we're gonna get our hands
on those right connections?
I got a line on that
already.
Putting together a meeting for tomorrow.
It's gonna put us in some real
deep pockets.
Mm.
How deep?
Listen, Johnny.
I'll tell you anything you want
to know.
But I got to know you got my
back.
Mm.
Start talking, devil.
Is there any way you
get me, you know, just a... a
little closer or something?
I'm at the location.
I said I'm at the
location.
My question...
How are you doing, ash?
Marshal.
Why don't you put
your food down, and we'll have a
word, huh?
Let's go.
Ash, you all right?
No! You ran me over,
you son of a bitch!
Yeah, technically you
rolled over me, and then I
backed into you, but you were
brandishing a pistol both times.
I think you broke my leg.
I'm gonna break both
your legs you don't tell me
where you were going with that food.
Call an ambulance, man. Ow!
I am jacked up. Come on!
- Don't leave me. - Don't leave...
Don't go far.
Did you see that?
They just left you.
You know where they're going?
I don't know what you're
talking about. Ow.
Does your stomach
hurt?
Eh, could be bleeding inside.
Most likely spleen.
That's okay.
You can pretty much live without
a spleen as long as they get it
out before it goes septic.
If that shit happens... whoo!
No bars. So hard to get cellphone service
in these holler roads.
Use the one in the hotel room.
Huh?
Use the phone in the hotel room.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I just feel bad about leaving
you again.
You know, in case you die.
Nobody wants to die alone, do they?
Fine!
No?
But you got to promise that,
no matter what happens with
them, no matter how weird this
thing gets, you say I
cooperated.
I'm sorry.
What does that mean, "how weird
things might get?"
Let's go.
Now what?
Ugh.
Get up.
Look, he told the banker to take
the money to his mama's store, okay?
So you guys take Dickie up to
the store, pick up the money, okay?
Dewey, you're gonna stay with me.
Oh, no, no. Whoa-ho!
He said... he said he would call
when the money is there, and he ain't called.
- Has he called? - You're a smart guy. Figure it out.
There ain't nothing
to figure out beyond what's
already figured out.
Hey, listen to me. Ash is gone.
He said he would call...
There's a new plan.
When the money is there!
Either your man gets the
money to the store on time, or you get dead.
What about me?
I've got a bigger plan for you, okay?
Or is that gonna be a problem, too?
Supposing you tell me
it is before I answer?
What do you think?
Would... would you just... shut up.
Call when the money is there.
Junior, would you please run him down?
Yeah.
Get your ass in the car.
Go, Dewey!
Look out. Oh!
I'll get it.
Come on.
Can't let you through.
Oh, come on now.
I need you to
three-point this truck and send
it on back up the holler.
Miss, I...
Deputy Marshal Brooks.
Deputy marshal Brooks, excuse me.
This truck is carrying pig shit
and pig shit only.
Yeah, your delivery's
gonna be a little late.
Fe free to blame me.
So that's how it is then, huh?
That's how it is.
Uh, let me start again, okay?
This is our livelihood.
Whatever you got with Limehouse
is with Limehouse.
Alls I'm asking is for passage
of a truckload of pig manure.
The only way this
truck leaves here is if we go
through every inch of it, get an
all-clear from Lexington, and
then maybe.
You did hear me say what I'm
hauling, right?
I'm ready to get
dirty.
Are you?
Y'all have a good night.
Ash says Dickie's got
a deal with Limehouse.
The money's gonna be at the
Bennett store.
Well, one of
Limehouse's men tried to slip
out a fertilizer truck.
I sent him back.
The money could've been in there.
Well, if so, then the
money's not gonna be there, and
like as not, they're gonna kill
Dickie. Shit.
What?
Goddamn if I don't
have to save Dickie Bennett.
See, Dickie, when that
black pike shit went down, what
your mama did after... selling
all those folks out that
believed in you... that crossed
the line of decency as far as I'm concerned.
- Oh, now, w-whoa. - Hold on.
Say that part again... the part
about crossing a line of some kind.
The line of decency.
Now, isn't that just
a wee bit ironic coming from a
fella holding a gun on an
unarmed man?
Yeah, you see, Dickie, I
volunteered to come out here for
one reason and one reason only.
See, 'cause I thought it would
be fun to put a bullet in you
and watch you die.
Let's go.
Come on.
March, gimp!
Come here.
What's the holdup?
Well, it just gives
me pause, junior, to see how far
the mighty have fallen.
No shit.
Come on.
Let's go.
Say there's some money in here,
how about you get to it?
Why don't you just...
Easy.
Whew.
Ain't looking too good, is it?
Just hold on, hold it.
Let me just keep... can I... may
I keep looking for one second?
O...
Second's up, Dickie.
- Wait! - Okay?
I'm just... I got something here.
Just...
Ooh!
This...
How about that shit, huh?
Well, I'll be goddamned.
Yeah.
Daddy, look... look at this.
Open it.
You...
Come on. You heard him.
You want me to...
Open it.
Hey.
Take it easy.
Hello, baby.
Here we go.
Uh, uh, hold on.
Daddy, suppose he got a gun
hidden up in there, come out
blasting?
Look at us then.
Hey! Junior, fine!
That's fine, fine.
Why don't you go right on ahead?
You open it yourself.
Yeah, go on. It's all right.
What, and then you got a
booby trap in there and I get my
face blown off?
One of us needs to
o-open the cooler, if we're
gonna see what's inside!
I know that.
Well...
Shut up! Let me think.
God's sake, boy.
Put your gun on his neck, stand
back, and have him open it.
I got to tell you everything?
Does he have to tell
you everything?
Shut up!
Open it, shitheel!
Okay.
Holy shit.
What?
Ohh! What?
Ugh!
Clear down here.
Come on down.
Ohh! Ah! Ha!
Whoo!
I got to tell...
You... you... this man right...
You... I got to tell you, you
had me a wee bit worried.
Your friends in the marshal
service?
Now, they sure can be watchful.
We had to fly that stuff out
here in an old underground
railroad trail.
Well, these two right
here... ho!
How you like me now?
These two right here were gonna
put me down either way so I got
to tell you something right here right now.
I thank you.
Okay.
Um, here's the thing.
Got one question for you.
This...Right here... uh, is this
a teaser bag and you got the
money all split up, safe and sound?
No, that's it.
That's it? That's...
That's it, meaning...
That's all that got left,
Dickie.
There's supposed to be
$3 million in here, Limehouse.
Way north of $3 million.
You know.
Come on.
Look, it's all spent, except
what you see right there.
That's $46,313.
And receipts accounting for
every single penny that your
mama spent, buying mostly
property for that mine deal.
Hell no.
Mama, looking down, she knows
that this ain't right.
Dickie.
We done.
Limehouse!
Just...
I believe the terms of the deal
are I receive the money and then
we are through, ain't that right?
That's right.
Those are the terms.
Then you take it back.
Just go on.
I do not accept this.
What exactly is you aiming to
do out here in this world with
no money, son?
You don't need to
worry about what I'm gonna do, okay?
What you can worry about, if it
ain't too mucho ask, y-y-you
could lend me a shotgun.
How about that?
No, go ahead. Dump it.
Give it to him.
You good with this,
Mr. Bennett?
Are we good?
Can you not tell?
Why don't you just go on?
Go on. Get your... get your p-p...
It's got handles there.
Just go on.
Just leave me here with all my
nothing!
I want you to make that money
have babies, all right?
I want to see it back where it
belongs!
Hey!
I will come for it!
You hear me?
How far behind me are you?
Um, 10?
You going in or are you gonna wait?
Yeah, I'm gonna go in.
Raylan givens.
Hey, there, Raylan.
Hey, you know what?
I hereby surrender, Raylan.
You... you... you got me.
What the hell, Dickie?
Well, you know, the thing is,
I-I really had no choice, Raylan.
They forced me into it.
You see, the escape, the money,
the whole thing.
To be very clear, Raylan, I am
the victim here.
Yeah, that much is clear.
And Dewey Crowe, he
can back up every word.
Where is Dewey Crowe?
I still don't see why
I got to be bound.
I'm a wanted fugitive.
Where the hell am I gonna go?
Oh, come on.
Why don't you loosen these up?
I've been here hours like this.
I can't feel my feet.
You're right.
It's been too long.
If things are going to plan, we
would've heard by now.
So now we got to do the other thing.
Wait.
What... what other thing?
Hey.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, come on, no! No!
- Shh! - No!
Oh, come on, no! No! No!
- Shh! - No!
No!
There we go.
Get some rest, Dewey Crowe.
You're gonna need it.
Hey.
I got one.
No, no, I just got the one.
But, hey, before you get in the
car, I may have a way for us to
make some more money.
Yeah.
Hey, Boyd.
We got to talk.
Oh. Well, come on in, devil.
Have a seat.
Johnny.
Uh, why are you so serious?
Is this a... a good meeting or
a bad meeting?
This is a
come-to-Jesus meeting, Boyd.
Well, is that a note of
veiled menace I detect in your
voice, devil?
You hear it however
you need to.
Johnny, what's this
about?
Look at me, Boyd.
It's been coming a long time.
Well, uh, devil, this road you
seem bent on taking... once you
go down it, there ain't no
coming back.
Now, I'm offering you a way out here.
You choose to take it.
Yeah, save it.
There ain't any way you talk
yourself out of this.
Unh-unh.
What line did they take
with you, son?
They tell you, why be the man
sitting beside the man when you
can be the man?
Now, don't you know that you
were jumping out of the frying
pan into the fire?
I guess we'll see,
won't we?
Well, I guess there's nothing
left to do then but to do it.
I guess not.
Uh...Uh, one more
thing.
Indulgence, if you'll allow
me.
Devil, knowing me the way that
you do, whatever led you in your
imagination to believe that you
could pull this off?
Johnny, what the...
It ain't never gonna
happen, devil.
You should've known that.
Devil.
Wait! Wait!
All I ever asked for
was your loyalty.
Was I not entitled to that,
after everything that we've been
through?
I know how much it
hurts.
I've been right where you are,
laid out on the ground and
holding my chest, looking up at
the ceiling...Trying to find my
breath.
Devil, I was lucky I made it
back.
Son, you ain't gonna make it back.
You want some help with
the pain?
You close your eyes, son.
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