Previously on "Justified"...
You and I make a lot more
money as partners than as enemies.
"Partners" just means
that, well, we do all the work
while you make all the money.
Should I be putting my
hands up or something?
Gary doesn't realize
you were gonna kill him anyway.
I don't care where you go.
I'd leave the country, but
that's entirely up to you.
Here.
This is for you.
Fill, please.
Aah!
Please!
Our oxy clinic got hit
this morning.
I need to know everything I can
about what transpired.
The people who bank with me
are the ones who have access to
the things I know.
It may be a
coincidence, but a few hours
after the hit, Raylan Givens
shut down our trailer.
That's not a bad trade-off...
Losing a clinic but smoking out
a dirty marshal in the process.
You still don't even know
what you done, do you?
You gonna make sure whoever you
used to hit that clinic is
either dead or silent.
Never listen to me.
No, they never listen.
Not one lick. Not one damn lick.
Independent.
Damn woman always talking back.
Never listen to the man in the
house.
Independent. Independent.
Limehouse?
Get out here, son of a bitch.
This shit ain't gonna happen
again.
Limehouse?
You hear me?
You don't look like Limehouse.
No.
Then I'd get out of my
way, I was you.
Look what the cat drug in.
'Bout damn time.
You couldn't pick up a phone and
tell me what's what?
I know, man. I'm sorry.
Shit's been crazy.
Yeah, it looks like it.
Bernard, you reckon there were
any blues waitin' in the wings,
watch Mr. Dodd cross into Noble?
No.
No one knows I'm here.
Look, I did the job we agreed on.
The law's huntin' me.
If Quarles knows I did this, I'm
a dead man.
This holler's the only safe
place I got.
Least till I heal up some.
Come on, man.
Sure.
You did the right thing coming
back here.
Come on! No, no, no, man!
Come on! No, please!
No, man, no! Come on! Please!
Hey, hey, hey. Let him go.
Aah!
Come here, Mr. Dodd.
You sit down right here.
Come on. There you go.
Sit right on up here.
Yep. Mm-hmm.
I heard what Errol got you into.
I'm sure it seemed like a
surefire way to make some
coin... branch out a little bit,
right?
You can nod if you understand.
In Errol's attempt to branch
out, he left out one little
small step... forgot to run the
plan by me.
And the shit went bad.
And the law's after you.
And now we got ourselves a
situation, don't we?!
Yeah, we can work it out...
Errol's way...
Or you can rest up in this
holler, lick your wounds, stay
away from the law.
And then you go right on back to
Mr. Quarles with your tail
'tween your legs, and you tell
him this whole thing was your
idea to get back at the
Crowders...
And you thought he would
approve.
How that sound?
Sounds good.
That it?
Not quite.
See, I'm gonna want to know what
Mr. Quarles is up to.
I believe you can help me out
there, huh?
Good.
Hey, I'm glad we're on the same
page.
What is it?
Got some old white fool down
the road, yelling for
Mr. Limehouse.
Watch him.
State your business, Mr. givens.
You know what I'm here
for.
As long as you have known me,
have I ever been the kind to
play dumb?
I ain't here for
blood-lettin', but if that's
what it comes to, I'm ready.
See, that's that alcohol
talking.
I ain't had one drop.
You'd best retrace your steps.
That way history doesn't have to
repeat itself.
I'm not leaving till
you send one of your lapdogs up
in that maze and bring back my
Frances.
Frances?
I know she's up there.
Frances!
Either you go get her or I will.
Mr. Givens, I assure you,
Frances is not on this property.
Who's Frances?
It's the man's late wife.
What you want to do with him?
[ Music playing,
What can I get you?
Some sleep.
Can't get you that.
You could drink till you pass out.
Would that help?
It might.
We haven't met yet.
I'm Lindsey.
Raylan.
I know.
Kent said any brawls break out,
call the cowboy upstairs and see
how long they last.
And for that, I get
free NFL Sunday ticket.
And tonight, your first drink is free.
Oh. I got that going
for me as well.
What can I pour for you?
Bourbon, please.
Hi.
Can you settle a bet for us?
Um...
We've seen you in here the
past couple nights, and we want
to know if you were born before
disco or after?
You ladies have a
good night.
Oh, come on, don't be a
sourpuss
let's take a shot.
Uh, three jager bombs.
You want that on your tab?
No. No, thank you.
Why don't you put them on my tab?
And a pappy van winkle, neat,
for me.
Your friends?
No.
Love your new digs.
Thanks.
Tried a few nights at the Hilton.
Didn't work out with my per diem.
What happened to the old place?
Not enough closet space.
Room above a bar... you sure
you can live this large on your
salary?
Well...
The owner gave me a good deal.
In exchange for what...
Keeping the peace?
Something like that.
You're a bouncer in a dive bar.
Just when I'm here.
Isn't that gig reserved for
uniforms or retirees?
Martinis are only
three bucks.
Marshal.
Forgive me for saying this, but
I think you could be doing a
whole lot better.
Is that why you're here?
Set me on a course of self-improvement?
You want me to get to the point?
I'd just as soon
you'd get the hell out.
I will.
I just want to say this.
Whatever Boyd Crowder's paying
you, I will double it.
Excuse me?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You heard me.
You think I'm in
Boyd Crowder's pocket?
Judging by your
circumstances, I would say
you're an undervalued asset.
Is that how they
teach you to pitch a bribe in
business school?
"U" of "M"... go blue.
Yeah, on the Detroit
mob's dime.
Summa cum laude... could've gone
to wall street, done some real
damage.
I prefer working with
reputable folk.
Well, so do I.
Which is why, when I hear about
your propensity for tooling up
male hustlers, it gives me
pause.
Put that one boy in a coma for
three weeks, up at woodward
and six mile.
Not the kind of thing the
bent-nose crowd takes kindly to,
I imagine.
Is that why you're here?
Sent into exile?
Don't we all make mistakes,
Raylan?
But you keep making
them.
Waltzing in here, offering me a
deal like we're just gonna
start working together?
You said no. That's fine.
Okay.
I'm sure we'll be running
into each other again real soon.
Mm-hmm.
I know where you live now.
♪ 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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- Hey. - Hey.
I need a favor.
I live and breathe to do
your bidding.
I want to talk to
your friend over at the FBI.
You know, maybe you
should think about making some
friends of your own.
What, and miss out on
conversations like these?
What do you need?
I leaned on this
Detroit thug.
And now he's all up in my shit,
so...
So you have no
jurisdiction to go after him.
Oh, no, no, no.
I don't want to go after him.
I want to bury the big-toothed,
albino-looking son of a bitch.
Why don't you just shoot him in the face?
Does it look like I'm being funny?
A little bit.
You having fun?
It's a slow morning.
Good.
Then you won't mind making the call.
Good morning, gentlemen.
I need someone to follow up with
the girlfriend in the Hopkins
case.
Don't everybody jump at once.
I'll do it.
Thank you.
As soon as I'm done
looking into this asshole over
near Beaumont, okay?
All right.
Asshole first, girlfriend
second.
You are totally not
gonna follow up on that
girlfriend.
I was hoping you'd do
it, right after you made the
call.
Givens turned you down.
Yes, he did.
So, at least we get to
keep the money, which is a bit
of a silver lining, considering
how low we're getting.
We're not keeping the money.
I'm going down to Harlan and I'm
going to offer it to someone who
won't turn us down.
Boss' son is coming.
"The boss' son."
You know, my father died when
I was a teenager, and Theo Tonin
took me in.
I'd heard that.
I think he hoped that I would
be a brother to that little
waste of sperm, but it didn't pan out.
You know those little
burr-headed monkeys at the
zoo who sit on a stump all day,
jerking off?
Sammy Tonin.
Weak, stupid, scared of his own
shadow.
I was the son he always wanted.
He groomed me to take over
someday, but now Sammy's got the
houses, the cars, the money, the
juice.
And me?
I'm down here.
What happened?
Oh. Don't worry.
I'll be back for the crown
prince's arrival.
And I will get us more money.
I'm just gonna put a smile on my
face and eat a nice plate of
steaming shit... unsalted.
Well, if it ain't Raylan givens.
You finally show up here to
check on your daddy?
Why would I be up
here for him?
Well, he took a pretty
good crack upside the head last
night up in Nobles holler,
calling after your mama.
How's he holding up?
He's recuperating.
I got Ava tending to him back up
at the house.
Well, I'll make sure to pass
along your concern.
Sure. Do that.
Well, doesn't that give
you pause, him up there running
around after all these years?
Just sounds like he's
off his meds.
And I wish you luck with that,
but that's not why I'm here.
Well, what are you here for?
Oh, my lord.
Think he swallowed a peanut the
wrong way.
Help you with that. Come on.
Raylan.
Johnny.
God, Raylan.
Damn, Raylan.
Figured I owed you
that one for taking a poke at me
at the marshal's office.
Well, if I try to take
this conversation vertical, can
I expect more of the same?
You can expect worse,
unless you start talking about Robert Quarles.
And if I say that
you'll need to refresh my memory?
What do you think?
Think I'm gonna need some ice.
Ice can wait.
Well, what did Quarles
do to piss you off so bad you
felt the need to take it out on me?
He made assumptions.
Such as?
I'm working for
you... taking orders, doing your bidding.
On the cheap, no less.
Well, I can see where that might
be very upsetting.
Last we spoke, I
believe I made myself clear what
would happen to you, you start
dragging me into your bullshit.
Yes, you did.
And I'll even allow that I... I
do have some familiarity with Robert Quarles.
Good.
Now we're getting somewhere.
But you're carrying an
ill-informed notion of my
relationship with the man.
You think that idea came from me?
Am I?
Look, what did folks
used to say after the war?
Carpetbaggers pouring into
Appalachia like they were some
old testament scourge, looking
to take what little bit we had left?
They said that "hell is empty,"
and all the devils are here."
Your point being?
This is our home,
Raylan.
Now, I start to turn on my own
people... however contentious at
times our relationship might
be... well, that's a world that
becomes so muddy even I can't
fathom it.
Well, if he wasn't such a
drunken loser like his old man,
we wouldn't be having this
little chitchat, would we?
Well, maybe next time, I'll let
your son rot in the cell.
How's that sound?
Yeah, well, screw you, too.
What can I do for you?
Well...
You can start by taking a
donation for your re-election
campaign.
Not much of a campaign,
really.
Running unopposed.
Well...Invest it in your next
campaign, then.
Or make some band-aid repairs on
a few of those level
mountaintops that everyone's
bitching about... courtesy of
the sheriff's office.
That way you're just not a job
creator, but an all-star to a
pile of future voters.
Or, hell, just do what I would
do.
Buy yourself a nice, new
vacation home.
Who are you, son?
Robert Quarles.
Real pleasure.
And just what are you looking
for in return, Mr. Quarles?
Sheriff.
I want you to significantly
reduce the appalling oxy
violence in Harlan.
Is that all?
You're not from around here, are
you?
That obvious?
I'm a quick study.
I can see.
Reducing the violence around
oxy's maybe not as simple as
you're putting it.
Actually, it is.
Simple economics.
If someone were to lower the
price of oxy, that would take
money from the dealers, give it
back to the people.
Then, that would force crime to
go north where the prices are
still high, and you would earn
city taxes from the operation.
That's a win-win...Win.
And how do you plan on
lowering the prices?
Details you don't need to
worry about.
Suffice it to say, it will
be legal... or appear so.
I don't do business with
people I don't know.
You are a smart man... very
smart man.
So, allow this...
To be an introduction.
Howdy.
What's the stick?
The stick?
This here's the carrot.
What's the stick?
Oh.
Trust me... you don't want to
know the stick.
Big-picture details?
We'll get to those after the
re-election.
In the meantime, there is one
little man that you need to
crack down on right now...
Boyd Crowder.
I ain't accepted your deal,
son.
Very true.
But you also ain't slid that
briefcase back across the table,
now, have you?
Tonin crime family tree.
Names and records of anyone with
the slightest link to Quarles.
Who's Sammy Tonin?
Boss' son.
He's in Lexington?
Touched down about an hour ago.
Heard he likes horses.
I was a betting man, which I am,
I'd bet that if Quarles and the
boss's kid are in town at the
same time, probably not much to
do with horses.
Know where he's staying?
Last I checked, you were
a marshal, too.
I got to do everything?
Point taken.
So, tell me, how were the
horses?
Beautiful.
I found a gelding.
Had to be black... my daughter's
on this whole "black beauty" kick.
Great job, guys. Thank you.
So, this is the place.
Home, sweet home.
Is that an MRI?
Yeah. We're not messing around here, Sam.
- What's in here? - Storage.
Hey, good news is we got the
sheriff on board.
As soon as he's re-elected, we
get started.
Well, what happens when he
starts turning a blind eye
towards your pill mills?
We're not gonna have some kind
of shitkicker rebellion on our hands?
What, are you shitting me?
Less crime, more tax revenue...
What's to bitch about?
They get a little testy, it'll
take them at least a year to
have him recalled.
So, you're telling me we're on track?
Yeah, other than a couple hiccups.
I think we got our legs under us. Thanks, Mike.
That's good, 'cause you need to know, Bobby, that you're...
Y-you're risking life and limb
on a bunch of hillbilly doper
shit bags.
Couple thousand addicts
paying a few hundred a visit,
knocking out the competition.
Conservative estimate...
$1 million a month.
A month, Sammy.
Yeah? What's that estimate gonna be if
this fed k-keeps looking into you?
You mean the m-m-m-m-m-m-marshal?
I believe that he is a man who can be reasoned with.
So, how much you need, Bob?
- 50! - 50? Jesus, man!
What?
You got to pay off the sheriff,
ginning up medical histories,
procuring 1,500 MRIs.
It adds up quick.
Another 50 in your account.
We can swing that.
What you got to remember is dad
ain't big on second chances, and
you only got one because of what
he invested in you in the first place.
Tell the old man that I do
not need a second chance.
That's good.
Because you remember what
happened last time there were hiccups?
You went a little crazy...
You remember that?
Have you told Mr. Duffy here
about your... your rent boy?
About all it took to squash that?
I don't think Mr. Duffy is
interested in the story.
Anything else, Sam?
No? Good.
Then we got a lot of work to do.
Sure. Sure.
Mr. Duffy.
Bobby, keep in touch.
I can't find him.
Called every hotel in the area,
he's not in any of them.
Well, are you sure
you're pronouncing his name right?
Tonin. Sammy Tonin.
Samuel. Sam.
He's probably checked in under an alias.
That's a possibility.
Well, do you know what it is?
What did I tell you?
Why are you giving me
a hard time on this?
You've already told me his name.
You told me he's here.
'Cause he's under FBI
surveillance, that's why.
Yeah, so what?
So shit blows up, that's my friend's ass.
Shit's not gonna blow up.
And according to my
friend, the surveillance team
knows you're looking for him, so
I tell you where Sammy is, and
then you go all Raylan on him
and drag him out of some
restaurant by his nut sac.
Okay, I don't even
know what that means.
I'm not gonna grab his nut sac
or any other part of him.
I just want a word... a quiet
word to suggest that his
affiliation with Robert Quarles
is ill-advised.
I'll make sure I do it somewhere
no one's around.
I got mad ninja skills, buddy.
Yeah. You know karate?
And two other
Japanese words.
Give me five minutes.
Working with an eighth grader.
Those demons let you
alone last night?
I feel fine.
I told you that.
The whole thing was blown way
out of proportion.
What is that?
Oh, come on, Ava.
What the hell, woman?
You want something to
chase 'em with?
I'll get you a water back.
You see this shit?
Believe I'm gonna sit
this one out.
You're not supposed to
drink on your meds.
I think we can both agree after
last night... you need your meds.
Come on, Boyd.
Can't argue with her
logic.
A few drinks ain't
gonna hurt.
Well, I didn't know
we'd be entertaining a
detachment of Harlan county's
finest.
Boyd Crowder.
I-is this your establishment?
Well, actually,
sheriff Napier, it belongs to my
cousin Johnny, but you and your
deputies are more than welcome
nonetheless. Mooney.
Got a tip on some illegal
slot machines, Boyd.
Just came by to ensure that
you're in compliance with the
local ordinance.
Well, a task so fraught
with danger, you think you boys
brought enough firepower?
Let's take a look, fellas.
Come on.
Well, Nick, I thought
you were in line to be the chief
of police in Bennett.
What happened to derail that
occupational train?
Look, Napier's the man, and I
do as he says.
I need this job, Boyd.
Besides, I don't see anybody
else paying any better.
Fire door out the back is
locked, Boyd.
That's a serious violation.
Well, I suppose I know
better than to ask if you are
shitting me.
Well, what if there's a fire in here?
How are people supposed to get out?
Uh, through the front door.
Well, between that and the
video-poker machines, it looks
like we got a real problem here.
All right, folks.
Gonna have to ask you to leave.
This place is officially closed.
Let's move.
What's going on here, Nick?
I know you got a son with
special needs.
You need any help...
I ain't fishing for a bribe.
It's just business, is all.
Well, if business gets
slow, you know where to find me.
Oh, we know where to find you, Boyd.
You'd do well to remember that.
Coffee?
Scratch that.
Raylan Givens?
Yeah?
Need you to come with us.
What for?
Let's go, marshal.
Deputy marshal Gutterson,
did deputy Givens tell you why
he was looking into
Robert Quarles and Sammy Tonin?
I imagine it's 'cause
he's working a case.
You "imagine?"
Well, that'll be cold comfort
for your friend in the bureau if
she's suspended as a result.
You gotta be kidding me.
Do I look like I'm kidding?
The information
provided was in pursuit of a
federal fugitive.
This fugitive have a name?
Anthony Turner.
Anthony Turner?
Anthony Turner.
Oh, of course.
Anthony Turner.
Uh, Mr. Turner stole some checks
with an associate of Sammy's
cousin.
That was back in '97?
Is there not a
warrant out for him?
Seriously, chief, do I look
like I just got out of the academy?
You know, the "six degree of"
"connection" crap doesn't fly
with me, deputy.
Well, sometimes
that's the way we have to do
things around here,
agent Barkley.
We leave no stone left unturned.
Now, if your agents are
following Sammy Tonin on his
travels here, then you're either
building a case against him or
you're trying to protect him.
If you got a case,
agent, why don't you let us help with it?
Might be fun to be on the same
side for a change.
You know, all I need from you
you, chief, and your deputy
here is to back off.
Okay?
Okay.
Why?
You afraid I'm gonna tip him
off?
Or is it because you got a leaky
ship, agent Barkley?
I've made myself clear.
Must be some sort of a
dick test that all the FBI
agents have to pass.
You know this is the
case I was telling you about
earlier, right?
Yeah.
But I didn't think it was gonna
result in a visit from the
feebs.
You want me to back
off, I'll back off.
Just make sure that whatever
you're doing is actually marshal
business.
Go.
I'm here for you,
Art.
I believe I just got
the green light.
Is Anthony Turner even
in the state?
Believed to be in Peru.
Well, next time you need
a favor, the answer is no.
Boyd.
How's Arlo doing?
Errol here popped him pretty good.
Well, he's up and
around, but I didn't come here
to discuss Arlo.
Well, what can I do for you?
We do pay interest on all
deposits.
Albeit low, of course, things
being as they are.
Not much we can do about that.
Only thing I'm
interested in is a particular
lawman.
I think you're gonna need to
be a little more specific.
Don't do that.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Now, you know the tin star I
came here to discuss is
sheriff Napier.
Okay.
Now, I'm gonna go out
on a limb here and presume that
there's someone behind the man
with the badge.
And I'm guessing that man is
named Robert Quarles.
Sound like you didn't even
need to come to me.
How long have you known about
this?
Not very long.
But you didn't ask me about it
till just now.
Well, what else do you
know?
Just that you ain't got the
means or the muscle to beat
Quarles' newfound alliance.
I-I'm not gonna waste
any more gas coming up here for
parceled-out information, so,
from now on, when you know
something, I know something.
Or else I'm gonna close my
account, and you're gonna have
to deal with a very, very
disgruntled customer.
Well, what do you think?
Should I get two of them?
That's twice the horseshit
you gotta shovel.
It's your call, chief.
I don't know much about horses.
Agent Heller?
Sir.
Seen Givens?
Didn't you warn him off?
If you see him, call.
If he gets within 100 feet, stop him.
I'll be at the north gate.
Yes, sir.
Why don't you go make
yourself useful or something?
Find a carrot.
Where?
I don't know. Go ask around.
Sure.
Yeah, I know, he's a rag to win,
but he showed in the fourth a
quarter of the runs.
That's right.
Hey, green boots.
Yeah?
Wanna make a few
extra bucks?
For what?
Just deliver a message.
What do you mean there's a problem?
What kind of problem?
It has something to do with
the horse you bought.
You should go see the manager
over in the round barn.
Yeah, just straight ahead.
What is that?
Is that gabardine?
This is sharkskin... $3,000.
Dearborn, Michigan Avenue... Gallo's.
You want their number?
I'll give it to you.
They get blood out?
You know who my father is?
Theodore Tonin, Detroit badman.
Then you know what he'll do
to you if you do anything to me.
Aah!
Sammy.
It's "dress the part, be the"
part."
It ain't "dress the part, hide"
behind your daddy."
If you're gonna kill me,
just... just get it over with now.
Are you serious?
I ain't gonna beg, all right?
Tell Quarles I didn't beg.
Ooh.
You think Quarles sent me?
Who else?
You know, you're the
second asshole who's accused me
of being dirty.
Wait a second.
No, you wait a second.
Now, I was under the impression
you were bankrolling him.
Why would you bankroll someone
if you think they wanted you dead?
Wait a minute. Wait.
Who are you?
I'm a deputy...
United States marshal.
What do you want?
It's funny.
I was under the impression I
might have to put a horse's head
in your bed.
Now I'm starting to think you
and I want the same thing.
So, you ain't gonna kill me, then.
Sammy, if I was gonna
kill you, you never would've
turned around.
Deputy.
Does this mean you've
reconsidered my offer?
Did you know there's
a piano teacher renting the top
floor of the two-family up the block?
Huh. Wouldn't a banjo teacher be a
little more appropriate?
To answer your question, no, I
have not gotten to know my
neighbors as of yet.
You'll just have to
take my word for it, then.
There are piano lessons going on
about 178 feet from where we are
standing... give or take.
I didn't know that.
Nor do I give a shit.
More of a
wind-instrument man, I reckon.
Anyway, federal government isn't
too crazy about the idea of
distribution of drugs near a
schoolhouse.
Gives us the power to seize
property even suspected of such use.
With your history of drug
arrests, the judge wasn't too
hard to convince.
Tell me that's an eviction
notice.
For simplicity's
sake, sure.
Let's call it that.
24 hours from now, anything left
in that building belongs to the
marshals service.
So, uh...
This is how you're gonna do it?
For now.
Wynn. Wynn.
Sh... shut up. Just shut up.
I want you to clear everything
out of here and find a new place
for us to set up shop.
What?
That son of a bitch!
They canceled the wire
transfer.
The money was there and then it
wasn't.
I'm the messenger.
Givens got to him.
I'll talk to Sammy.
Just make sure our friend is
still in Tulsa.
Can you do that?
Yep.
Paint the room.
You can't paint over
bloodstains.
I'll take care of it.
A few hours ago, you promised
me another 50.
Now I hear I've been cut off. Why the change?
I imagine you already know that.
Well, I'm sure Raylan Givens
paid you a visit, and you just pussed out.
Nothing to do with the fact that
you've spent the last 20 years
looking for a way to hang me out to dry.
I asked you to deal with the
marshal, and you didn't deal with him.
- Now I will. - What, you gonna pop
a U.S. marshal? You're crazier than I thought you were.
There are other ways to handle him.
I'm listening.
As well you should, shit bag,
'cause right now I'm heading
down to Tulsa to see a pal of
his, and you, next time you're
someplace where our federal
friends are listening, mention
that Givens came to see you and
that and you believe he's in bed
with a guy from in Harlan... a
guy named Boyd Crowder.
Say it!
Boyd Crowder.
Good boy.
Well, Shelby, how are
you, my friend?
Well, how do I look?
Like a man who has seen
better days.
Uh, to better days.
Mmm.
So, what's this about, Boyd?
Well, I wanted to thank
you, Shelby, for backing my
story after the explosion at the
mine.
I'd have been a dead man if
it wasn't for you.
Didn't seem like all that much
to ask.
Well, I heard they let
you go not long thereafter.
I'm a greeter now.
I don't think I could
say "hello" to that many people.
Are you enjoying the
work?
Way I understand it, they're
paying me to do it, not to like it.
Well, how would you like a
change in occupation?
What do you got in mind?
Well, what do all men
want, Shelby?
Money and power.
Now, I'm a little light on money
right now, but... but I believe
I might be able to get you
access to power.
Go on.
There's an election
coming soon... office of county
sheriff.
Tillman Napier's job?
He wasn't elected for life.
Now, he serves at the pleasure
of the good people of
Harlan county.
And I think you might be just
the man for the job.
You know, people will
tell you only what they hear...
You know, what somebody else has
been telling them.
The market out there is bad.
"Oh, it's terrible.
It's atrocious."
Now, you know what I call these
people?
And this may sound harsh, but I
don't mean it to... I really
don't.
But you know what I call them?
Losers.
Okay?
Now, just... j-just a quick show
of hands here... now, how many
people want to be in business
with someone whose personality
says, "hey,, work with me."
I'm a loser"?
There is a treasure trove to be
had in buying and selling
foreclosed properties.
But you have to know the
secrets.
And for only $29.95, tax
included, I will give you a
step-by-step guide detailing
those very secrets.
So, we have to buy the
manual?
Well, yes, to get my
secrets, yes, you do.
Is this a pyramid scheme?
Hey, hey.
Now, the only pyramid I am
talking about is one that is
built with stacks of money.
Well, how come you're not out
there making millions?
Well, because I like to
give back.
Yeah, yeah.
It keeps me positive, making
more personal connections.
I had a friend who made a
bundle of cash that way.
O-okay, did you folks
hear that, now?
Sir, would you stand up and...
Oh, uh, I don't think they
want to hear from me.
But if you could, maybe you
could share one of your secrets
with us?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Okay. Okay.
I guess one won't hurt.
Thank you, sir.
Now, most people think that you
have to work with an agent.
How many of you have heard that?
So, you have a family?
Uh, yeah. Yeah.
A wife and two kids.
Oh, that's great.
Yeah, it's awesome.
How about yourself?
Yeah, I mean... well,
I-I did... a wife.
Divorced?
Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I think that's why I'm
so focused on this
- personal-connection stuff now. - Mm.
I just... I had the
greatest woman.
I mean, the smartest, sexiest...
I blew it.
Oh, shit.
Oh, I guess I think if
I could just go back, you know,
and... and... and strengthen
that... that personal
connection, I mean, right from
the beginning, I don't know.
Now, wait a min me.
Just, you know, maybe it'll happen.
Maybe you guys will work it out, right?
Mm.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Cheers to that.
All right.
So, how did you do it?
Mm.
I just got lucky.
Amazing wife. Great kids.
No, my problem all stems from my work.
Ohh, yeah.
I swear, I'd be running the
whole organization if it wasn't
for my boss's idiot son.
Is that right?
No, I'm serious.
We're ready.
Great.
Oh, hey.
I didn't know you had a pal here.
Gary, this is my business
associate, Mike.
Hey, m...
Now, wait a minute.
Do I know you?
Yes, Gary.
You do.