Previously on "Justified"...
Raylan: Remember that
conversation we weren't gonna have?
Wynn: [ Screams ]
Raylan: This is it.
Next one's coming faster.
I don't do business with
people I don't know.
You are a smart man.
So, allow this... To be an introduction.
This here's the carrot.
What's the stick?
There is one little man that
you need to crack down on right
now... Boyd crowder.
Boyd: 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.
You ain't got the means or
the muscle to beat Quarles'
newfound alliance.
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.
That it?
Not quite.
See, I'm gonna want to know what.
Mr. Quarles is up to.
Gary, this is my business associate, Mike.
Gary: Hey, m... Now, wait a minute.
Do I know you?
Wynn: Yes, Gary.
You do.
Raylan: If your agents are
following Sammy tonin on his
els here, then you're either
Art: If you got a case,
agent, why don't you let us help
you with it?
All I need from you, chief,
and your deputy here is to back off.
Next time you're someplace
where our federal friends are
listening, mention that Givens
came to see you and that you
believe he's in bed with a guy
from Harlan... a guy named Boyd crowder.
Say it!
Boyd crowder.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Groans ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
It's a call.
[ Beep ]
Yeah?
Hey, listen, I found the source
of that heat down here in Lexington.
Actually, he found me.
He's a silver star.
>> Deputy Givens?
>> Yeah, turns out he's dirty,
but he's looking to help out,
with some consideration.
I don't know.
Could be bullshit.
He said I should check it out.
He's already in the pocket of
some gun thug that he used to
dig coal with down in Harlan.
>> That crowder kid?
>> Yeah. Yes.
How's your steak? Waiter!
Please, I ordered medium-rare.
This is... this is rare-rare.
Still got a pulse.
>> Sir?
You're gonna want to hear this.
[ "Jack & coke" plays ]
>> ♪ Jack and coke ♪
♪ Jack and co-o-o-ke ♪
♪ even better with a Marlboro
smoke ♪
♪ well, tomorrow I'm gonna feel
like I'm hanging from the end of
a rope ♪
♪ from a-drinkin' too many Jack
and cokes ♪
[ cellphone rings ]
>> Tanner.
I was wondering what happened to
you.
Yeah, that was unfortunate.
I would love to.
It sounds great.
Have a good night.
Tanner Dodd.
>> Wynn: Did he say what
happened?
>> He wants to meet up to
explain.
>> Wynn: Brave man.
>> ♪ I said, tomorrow I'm gonna
feel like I'm hanging from the
end of a rope ♪
♪ from a-drinkin' too many ♪
♪ Jack and cokes ♪
[ cheers and applause ]
>> Gary: [ Groaning ]
What are you gonna do to me?
>> I need you to deliver a
message to Raylan Givens.
>> Gary: You're taking me home?
>> In a way, Gary.
>> Gary: And what's the message
you want me to give to Raylan?
[ Groans ]
>> Let's go.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
[ Engine turns over ]
>> ♪ 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 sp8ky for www.Addic7ed.Com
[ exhales sharply ]
Quarles!
Yeah?
Pardon my intrusion.
Sir, my name is Ellstin Limehouse, from
Nobles Holle , down in Harlan county.
What brings you to Lexington,
Mr. Limehouse?
I just wanted to let you
know Boyd crowder is backing a
man for sheriff.
And I give a shit because... Man named shelby
used to be with the Harlan police.
Good man from what hear.
You came all this way to tell me that.
I likes to back the winning side.
Raylan: Hey, that was great
music last night, Kent.
Glad you liked it, Raylan.
Raylan: Just what I needed.
Oh, hey, listen.
I was just about to knock on your door.
Raylan: Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
I saw someone pull around by your car.
Raylan: You did?
As I was driving up, looked
like someone was messing with your trunk.
I honked my horn, and they took off.
Didn't get a look at them.
Raylan: Thank you.
You bet.
Raylan: You're saying this
neighborhood ain't as safe as I
thought it was?
[ Laughs ]
Why I don't mind having a.
U.S. marshal living upstairs.
Raylan: Take it easy.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Beep ]
Givens.
Yeah, who's this?
We want to get out of here as
fast as we can.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
Excuse me.
I got this.
Deputy Givens.
Detective Garrity.
Thanks for coming out.
Raylan: Why am I here?
Well, the property is owned
by your ex-wife and her husband.
We couldn't n'ack either one of them down.
Raylan: They're estranged.
Excuse me?
Raylan: Estranged husband.
Oh, estranged husband.
Raylan: Jesus.
I thought you said you couldn't
track him down.
Wait, you're saying this is
your ex-wife's husband?
Raylan: What happened?
I don't know.
I'm just trying to put the pieces together.
I was hoping you could help me.
Wait.
Where the hell are you going?
Raylan: First thing you
guys do is look at photos...
Anyone you can connect to this
place, right?
Guy was in real estate.
You give me a few minutes, I'll
show you a picture of him on a park bench.
You got a lot of experience
in homicide investigations, do you?
Raylan: Mostly, I just hunt fugitives.
Well, you've testified in enough of them.
As a witness, as an intended victim.
In fact, didn't you and.
Mr. Hawkins once give testimony
in the same case?
Two men shot dead in an office
owned by Wynn Duffy of
Frankfort, Kentucky, and points South.
Raylan: That's right.
In your experience, who's the
most likely perpetrator in a homicide case?
Mine, it's the exes...
Ex-boyfriends, ex-wives.
Raylan: Got to go to work.
Well, thanks for your help.
Tim: At least now I know you
didn't kill him the night he disappeared.
Raylan: You don't know that.
I could have killed him and put
him in my icebox for a few
weeks just to throw off the timeline.
Tim: Like that dude in.
New Jersey.
Raylan: What dude in.
New Jersey?
Tim: Richard "iceman"
Kuklinski.
Raylan: How'd it work out for him?
Tim: Actually, I already knew
you didn't kill Gary that night.
He's been living in Tulsa for
months under an assumed name.
Raylan: How'd you know that?
Tim: I'm good at my job.
Raylan: If you already knew
that, why you been messing with me?
Tim: [ Breathes deeply ]
It was fun.
Judge Reardon: I'm
disappointed in you, David.
Not as much as I am in myself.
Judge Reardon: You have to
redo the indictment.
The second I leave the courtroom.
Judge Reardon: You know how
you're gonna redo the indictment?
Off the top of my head, I'm
thinking I'm gonna do whatever
you tell me to do.
Judge Reardon: Good.
You're smarter than I give you credit for.
High praise, your honor.
Judge Reardon: Add "knowingly."
The accused knowingly trapped
and sold red-tail hawks.
You can't just say trapped the
damn things and sold them.
That's not in dispute.
Add "knowingly."
Consider it done.
Judge Reardon: I don't
consider it done till it's done.
Go on. Get.
Next!
Speedo-wearing lunatic.
David vasquez?
Yes.
FBI S.A.C. Jeremy barkley.
Yeah.
I understand you've been
having some run-ins with
Raylan Givens not so long ago,
been keeping tabs on him.
I wouldn't say I was "keeping"
tabs on him."
Would it be possible for me
to have a look at your file?
Yeah.
Crowder's cripple almost crippled me.
I just wanted to hit back, so I did.
I know I should have cleared it
with you first, but I know you
were fighting with crowder so
I thought you'd be okay with it.
What's the most important
thing you said right there?
Should have cleared it with you.
When Givens got the oxy
trailer, did he see you?
Look, I'm gonna find out
eventually, he comes to me with
a picture, ask if I know this guy.
Yeah, he saw me.
Threw me out of the trailer at
30 Miles an hour.
That's not good.
I know.
It hurt like a son of a bitch.
No, shit stain, it's not good
because he saw you, which is why
you chose this public place to
meet, so I don't chop your balls
off right now.
Look, sir, Mr. Quarles, you
need someone who knows his way
around Harlan.
[ Laughs ]
I got the sheriff.
Someone who ain't the law.
Oh, so what I need is a
federal fugitive who assaulted a.
U.S. marshal.
I don't think so.
Mr. Quarles, sir, I will do
anything to make it right.
You walk into a crowded room,
shoot someone in the face, I ask you?
Yes, sir.
Last chance.
I got it.
Then get your ass in the car
and get back to Harlan as fast as you can.
Raylan: Yep?
Art: Come in.
Have a seat.
How you doing, Raylan?
Raylan: What, about Gary?
I didn't know him that well.
Art: No, mean in general.
You know, after winona.
Raylan: I've been drinking a
little more than usual, if I
have to be honest.
Art: But you live right above
a bar, so all you have to do is
toddle upstairs.
Raylan: Art, what do you want to know?
Art: I figure the less I know, the better.
Raylan: How you stayed in
charge this long, I imagine.
Art: But I do need to know
that I'm not gonna get
blindsided by some horseshit
detail that these local
peckerwoods dredge up, and then
I have to watch them cuff you
right here in my marshals office.
Raylan: So what do you need to know?
Art: Exactly.
Raylan: It's gonna rain tomorrow.
Might want to bring an umbrella.
Art: That's good information.
Thank you.
So, I don't need to know who
else might want to kill
Gary Hawkins other than you.
Raylan: I can make a couple guesses.
Art: The only reason I say
"other than you" is because
homicide's gonna go after the
deer that's already in their
cross hairs, and when it comes
to Gary, you're an easy target.
You know that and I know that.
They already know about the two
hit men that went after you and
winona, and then right after
that, Gary disappeared into the ether.
Raylan: If he stayed
disappeared, I imagine he'd be alive today.
Art: Well, if they find
another connection besides what
they already know, they are
gonna burn you down.
Raylan: I know that.
Art: Have you told winona yet?
Raylan: No.
Art: Here's your big chance.
Winona: I was afraid
something might have happened to you.
Art: I told them to tell you
that Raylan was fine.
Winona: Well, that's what
they would say even if he wasn't fine.
What's going on?
Hmm?
Leaving us alone.
This can't be good.
What's up?
Raylan: Gary's dead.
Winona: What?
Raylan: Police found him on
your lawn this morning.
He was shot.
Winona: On my lawn?
What did he do?
Raylan: I don't...
Winona: I mean, I know...
I know what the... the stuff
that he was involved in, the
people that he was all tangled
up with and the, um... you know,
the money issues.
He was shot to death?
On my... on my front lawn?
I guess I just... I want to know
what he did to deserve that.
Do you know?
Raylan: Local pd's looking into it.
Winona: God damn it, Gary.
[ Sniffles ]
[ Sighs ]
Art: Lpd's lab got a good
print off the casing.
They ran it through the federal
and the state databases, and
they got a match.
Raylan: Wynn Duffy?
Quarles?
Art: You.
You're in the motor coach
with Robert Quarles, wynn Duffy,
there's a bodyguard out front,
but that still doesn't explain
to me how you got your
fingerprints on a bullet casing.
Raylan: I threw a bullet at him.
You threw a bullet at him.
Raylan: Yeah.
Wait, you threw a bullet at him?
Raylan: No, I like, dropped it.
On the floor?
Raylan: On Duffy.
So, Duffy was on the floor.
Raylan: Yes.
You failed to mention that, deputy.
Raylan: Well, I'm mentioning it now.
How'd he get on the floor, I wonder?
Raylan: Look, you wanted to
know how my prints got on the
casing, now you know.
Okay?
Wait, why... why did you
throw a bullet at him?
Raylan: I was trying to make a point.
Which was?
Raylan: Get the hell out of
Kentucky and don't come back.
How is throwing a bullet at
him gonna accomplish that?
Raylan: Told him that the
next one might be coming a little faster.
Deputy, that might just be
the coolest thing I've ever laid ears on
[ laughs ]
Art: You come up with that all on your own?
Raylan: Heard it on the
Johnny Carson show once.
He was telling some old gangster story.
I always thought it was kind of cool.
Well, that just gets better
and better, huh?
It would be a lot better and
a lot cooler if it had actually worked.
[ Laughing ] But still, it's
a shame we have to lock you up.
I'm gonna run down this cross
on Duffy and see if this damn
story makes any sense.
Raylan: And I will get back to work.
Uh, not so fast, deputy.
We need to take a look at your
service weapons ballistics.
Raylan: Are you serious?
Art: Well, his ballistics are
all on file from previous, um...
They're on file.
We just need to check the
serial numbers and make sure
you're using the same weapon.
Raylan: This is ridiculous.
Wait, you're not gonna throw
that one at me, are you?
[ Laughs ]
Hello?
Anybody there?
Police.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
Anybody here?
Somebody just pulled up in
front of the house.
Wynn: Who?
I don't know.
Looks like a cop.
Did you paint the room?
Wynn: Not yet.
Go.
[ Sighs ]
Hey, there.
Can I help you?
Detective dempsey, Lexington police.
You are?
In my house.
Sorry.
I knocked. Nobody answered.
Tried the door. It just opened.
Well, as you can see,
there wasn't much to secure in here, so...
Who are you?
Oh, I'm Robert Quarles.
This is wynn Duffy.
Wynn: Hello.
Both of you. Good.
Anybody else here?
Wynn: Just us.
You don't mind if I look around, then.
Mm. Feel free.
Wynn: Uh, that door sticks.
Sticks.
Wynn: Yeah.
Detective? Detective?
May I ask what brings you here?
Either of you know Gary Hawkins?
[ Engine turns over ]
He says he threw a bullet at you.
Threw a... a what?
A bullet.
Well, that is interesting.
Says you conspired with
Gary Hawkins and two hit men
to kill deputy Givens and.
Hawkins' wife, winona.
Wynn: No.
That never happened.
Deputy Givens seems to see a
lot of conspiracies.
All untrue.
Wynn: I know Gary said
something like that, but I
distinctly told deputy Givens I
did nothing of the sort.
I remember Givens telling Gary
to run and to not stop running.
Next thing I heard about
Gary Hawkins was when I walked
in here and your colleague told
me he was dead.
He admits to beating Duffy.
Well, I'm glad he's telling
the truth about that.
He beat the shit out of him.
Wynn: He started beating me
because he was looking for Gary
and I didn't know where he was.
And I guess he didn't like my
answer, because that's when he
started hitting me.
In the face.
Does he have a drinking problem?
What?
Wynn: Um, detective?
Just between you and me,
Raylan Givens is a very angry man.
Boyd: Oh, sheriff napier.
What brings you to a closed-down bar?
Crowder, if my men weren't
with me, you'd be on the floor
with a bullet in your head.
Boyd: Well, I thought this
election could be contestested
without intimidation.
I guess I was wrong.
You don't see his hands in
the next two seconds, shoot him.
Boyd: Whoa, now.
Hold on a second.
Boyd crowder, you are under arrest.
Boyd: For what?
For putting 50 pounds of
goddamn dynamite under my car.
Boyd: I did what now?
You have the right to remain silent.
Sing along, crocer.
I know you know these words by now.
Anything you say can and will
be held against you in a court of law.
Ms. Hawkins, could we talk to
you for a moment?
Winona: Um... Would you like a lawyer
present?
Winona: Do I need a lawyer present?
Raylan: She doesn't need one.
You don't need one.
Tim: Timeline for yesterday.
Did deputy Givens ever
mention wanting to do Gary harm?
Winona: No.
Do you think he might have
thought about it?
Winona: N-no.
Raylan didn't like Gary, but he
didn't have any reason to kill him.
Even after Gary supposedly
hired a hit man to kill both of you?
Winona: I'm sorry?
Tim: So, between 7:00 and
8:30, you're eating supper
alone... black coffee, a scoop
of vanilla ice cream.
You want to go ahead and put
your ear up to that glass, you be my guest.
Raylan.
Raylan: Tim, give us a second, will you?
Tim: Well, no.
I don't think I should be going
anywhere until we figure out
what your timeline is.
Winona: Is it true?
Raylan: You're gonna have to
be more specific.
Winona: Those guys who tried
to kill us... Gary was involved with that?
Tim: Tell you what.
I think I need to get myself a
cup of coffee.
You all want one?
Raylan: Yeah.
Winona: You're sure?
Raylan: Yes.
Winona: [ Voice breaking ]
Why didn't you tell me?
I mean, I looked at him...
I looked at him straight in the
eye that day, and he knew I was
gonna be dead later.
And I had no idea.
What does that say about me?
Art: Raylan, winona, they
would like to search both your
places and your vehicles.
Would you like for me to ask
them to get a warrant?
Raylan: No.
Knock yourself out.
Art: Winona?
Winona: Huh?
Yeah. No, that's fine.
What does that say about me?
Raylan: Nothing.
It doesn't say...
Winona: Why didn't you tell me, Raylan?
Raylan: I thought if you
knew, it would kill you.
Shit.
Winona: What?
Raylan: My car.
Winona: What about your car?
Raylan: The bartender said
there was someone outside my
car this morning, and I looked.
There was nothing missing, but I
didn't think to see if something
was put inside.
Winona: Like what?
Raylan: Winona, do you know
what's going on here?
I'm being framed of a murder I
didn't commit.
Winona: As opposed to a
murder you did commit.
Raylan: Are you being funny?
Winona: No.
I'm not trying be funny.
I'm just... if you didn't do
anything wrong, you don't have
anything to worry about.
That's what you always told me.
Raylan: Winona.
Winona, would you wait?
I need you to listen to me.
Winona: No. No, Raylan.
I've heard enough today, don't you think?
Art: Raylan, it's about time.
[ Elevator bell ding]
Ah, there you go.
Just the man we're looking for.
Raylan: Winona.
Hey, hey, you get on that
elevator, and I will arrest you.
Art: Arrest him for what?
This is not a federal case.
We're not here about the Hawkins murder.
We're here about Raylan Givens
being a dirty cop.
You have a problem with my
men searching your computer, your desk?
I'm sure it might take.
Mr. vasquez all of... what?...
Five minutes to get a warrant.
Raylan: Whatever moves this along.
Deputy Givens, we're not done.
Who are you?
Detective Garrity, Lexington pd.
And I'm FBI.
Wait your turn.
Art: Tim, would you show the
detective to the cafeteria?
Now, if you're coming after my
deputy because he dared disobey
your godlike order that he stay
away from your Detroit thug...
No, no, no, I'm coming after
your deputy because I've read
the file a U.S.A. Vasquez
compiled on deputy Givens, and I
discovered a broad, pervasive
pattern strongly suggestive of corruption.
Art: Raylan may be a lot of
things, but I've never gotten
even a whiff of dirty.
Well, maybe that says
something about you, chief.
Art: Did you honestly just say that?
Chief, you can either assist
or resist in this inquiry, but
if you resist, we may have to
out you under a microscope.
Art: [ Chuckles ]
You're threatening me now.
I'm saying we just may have
to give more credence to the
claims of one Walter Vondas.
He's the one who killed your
WITSEC marshal.
He said that you beat the shit
out of him, threatened to kill
him to get information.
Raylan: Hey. Excuse me.
Am I not the one you're after?
If so, would you mind if we just get to it?
It is my belief that ever
since... well, ever since you
came to this office here in your
home state of Kentucky that you
have been working with and
perhaps even paid by the
convicted criminal Boyd crowder.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
Boyd: What are we waiting for?
You're running your boy
shelby's campaign to unseat me,
and you don't know what we're waiting for?
Good luck with that.
They're here.
You have to wait for the camera, you moron.
Gonna do a perp walk, you need
the goddamn camera.
All ready?
Showtime.
You rolling?
I don't see no red light.
There we go.
Today, I have arrested
Boyd crowder in association with
a bombing attempt on my life this morning.
Crowder has a long history of
run-ins with the law and is
known to have experience with
explosives and has thrown his
questionable muscle behind my
opponent in this election.
At that point, deputy Givens
"deputized" Boyd crowder and
then joined him in a shootout that left...
Four... four men dead.
Not so long ago, a war blew up
in Harlan between Boyd Crowder's
gang... which now includes
Given's father, Arlo, a lifetime criminal.
Is that a fair description?
Raylan: I'd add "petty" to be
more accurate.
Between Boyd Crowder's gang
and the, uh, Bennett clan, and
all the Bennetts ended up, well,
in jail or dead.
Raylan: When you gonna get to
the time I shot Boyd in the chest?
Well, you knew that already, right?
Well, I do now.
Raylan: Oh, my God.
Can I go?
No.
Raylan: Stop me.
Art: Raylan.
Look, either you stop him, or I will.
Art: Raylan!
God damn it.
Raylan: You know, art, it's
bullshit, and you know it.
Art: Is it?
Raylan: Is that a real question?
Art: It had a question mark.
Raylan: Here's my answer... Kiss my ass.
Art: Fantastic, then.
Let's get back in there and settle this!
They got nothing!
What the hell's wrong with you?
Tim: Art, any chance you
could spare Givens?
LPD wanted a word.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Art: You go talk to LPD.
I'll take care of them.
Hey! Hey!
Where the hell's he going?
Art: LPD wanted to talk to him.
I told you they could wait.
Art: I figured it was their turn
gives me a chance to ask you a
question, though.
Just out of curiosity, what gave
you the idea to look into Raylan
and Boyd crowder in the first place?
Yeah, you never told me that.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
[ Buzzer ]
Tim: What are you doing?
Raylan: I got to go.
Tim: You got to go.
Raylan: It's important.
Tim: Where do you got to go?
And before you answer... kind of
a "what the hell?
It's worth a shot"... why don't
you try telling me the truth?
Raylan: I think Quarles put a
murder weapon in my car.
Tim: I'm gonna take you downstairs.
[ Sighs ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
I took you downstairs.
Raylan: Winona?
Winona: I found the gun.
Raylan: Where?
Winona: It's at my house.
Well, at my old house.
Raylan: What are you doing at the house?
Winona: Uh, looking for the gun.
Raylan: You touch it?
Winona: What am I, an asshole?
Raylan: Can you get it out of there?
Winona: I can try.
Raylan: All right.
Winona: God damn it.
Let's get over to the Hawkin's house now.
Raylan: [ sighs ]
♪ ♪
[ engine turns over ]
I'll let you in.
Tim: I mean, she's older for
a Victoria's secret girl, but
that's how you know she knows
what she's doing.
Hey!
Tim: Hey.
Where is he?
Tim: Where's who?
Don't play dumb with me, deputy.
Tim: I'm not playing.
I'm an idiot.
You can ask anybody.
Art: Can I help you?
Yeah.
Your deputy was supposed to take
Givens downstairs, bring him right back up.
I just checked with the detective.
He never saw him.
Tim: Well, I took him down.
Art: Well, it's a big building, you know.
He'll turn up.
Could be taking a shit.
[ Children playing ]
Raylan: Thank you.
Winona: You gonna throw it off a bridge?
Raylan: I...Don't know.
Where you headed?
Winona: This time, seriously,
don't come find me.
What the hell are you doing here?
I'm here for the money you owe me.
We both work for the same guy.
Go get it from him.
Mr. Quarles specifically said
for me to get the money from you.
Out of your own pocket, it
being an election expense and all
the hell I will.
Even if I did owe you, I sure as
hell wouldn't pay you.
You were supposed to wait until
I get back in the house before
you set that thing off.
Damn near blew out my ears.
Couldn't hear right all day.
Tell you what... get me what
you owe me, or next time I won't
even wait for you to get out of the car.
[ Clicks tongue ]
The hell did you go?
Your FBI boyfriend about shit a brick.
Raylan: Needed some air.
Anything on ballistics?
No match.
Raylan: Well, there you go.
There you go nothing.
You could have used another gun.
Raylan: Did you find another gun?
You'd be too savvy to keep it around.
Probably at the bottom of a river by now.
Raylan: You really think I did it.
I don't know.
I do know I'm not closing the file.
Well, it seems you've dodged
another in a long series of bullets.
Raylan: No indictment?
Not from my office.
Not yet, anyway.
See what you add to your file.
Raylan: You know, I'd love
to see that file.
Oh, deputy, you know what's in it.
Raylan: No, I don't.
That's why I asked.
You know, if you wanted to
re-create it yourself, you
could sit down with pen and
paper and just write down all
the shit you know you shouldn't have done.
Where the hell were you?
Raylan: That's none of your business.
Art: Special agent in charge
barkley has determined that the
source of his tip regarding you
and Boyd crowder is something
he'd rather not divulge, and
a.U.S.A. Vasquez said that in
order for him to pursue an
indictment, he would need to do so.
Doesn't mean you're not dirty.
Art: [ Sighs ]
Raylan: Thanks.
Art: Raylan, you remember
that time I told you I didn't
think you were gonna make it to retirement?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Art: I think it's gonna be me.
For God sakes, having you in
this office is gonna give me a stroke.
[ Horses neighing ]
Yeah. I heard you.
Sorry, Bob.
I know you tried, but dad's guy
in the bureau says Givens is out
from under already.
Understand, this... this thing
that we got with the feds
watching us, we can't... we
can't have any more heat on us, okay?
So you're on your own, Bob.
It's over. You're out.
Don't.
Have you thought this through?
You know what what my father's
gonna do to you?
It'll be a short and lonely life.
Get out of here.
That's awesome.
Does it ever jam on you?
Raylan: You know you're in
violation of a federal court order?
Wynn: Deputy, didn't your
mother teach you to knock?
Raylan: Oh, yeah, she did.
She also taught me to shoot.
And then my Uncle Sam... he gave me this.
And this is my knock.
Now, is your boss around?
Wynn: Do you see my boss around?
Raylan: No.
But I bet he was he, then he
left, made you stay and paint the walls.
Wynn: Can't go wrong with taupe.
Raylan: He's got the ice-cold, remorseless
bottle-blond shit-bag killer
doing scut work.
Wynn: Deputy, are you
accusing me of being a fake blond?
Because if you need me to prove
it to you, I might be inclined
to break you over that step
ladder, ride you down like a
teaser pony, and paint this room
an entirely different color.
Raylan: Now, that is the
wynn Duffy I remember.
Wynn: You concerned about me, Raylan?
Raylan: Little bit.
Wynn: Yeah?
Raylan: The ss Quarles is
going under.
You best swim like hell to get
clear, or the whirlpool will
take you down with it.
Wynn: I believe they
disproved that on "mythbusters."
Raylan: Tell your boss I got
the gun that killed Gary.
Wynn: Do you?
Raylan: Ask him where he
thinks it might turn up next.
Wynn: Deputy, we both know
you're above planting evidence.
Raylan: Oh, don't think of it like that.
Think of it as just returning
that which does not belong to me.
Wynn: That's very thoughtful.
Raylan: Way my mama raised me.
Now clean your shit up and get
out of my house.
The beast will come in many forms.
For that is the nature of the beast.
The beast will be powerful,
charming, may even seem wise.
The beast will present himself
as just about the best thing
since sliced bread...
[ Cellphone ringing ]
>> Shit.
>> ...appear to be that which
shall deliver us from all our
cares and woes.
People will see him, and they
"will say, "this is it.
He is our salvation."
But do not be deceived, for in
the truth, he is the great
deceiver.
We should also call him the
great seducer, for he will do
everything in his considerable
power to make us fall in love
with him.
You can hate the beast.
>> You can wish to defeat him
with your might.
>> Mm. Mm-hmm.
>> But do not discount him, for
he is the second most powerful
entity in this universe.
[ Car door beeping ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
>> That's far enough.
What can I do for you,
Mr. Quarles?
>> You said you like to back the
winning side.