All language subtitles for Justified S02E04 For Blood or Money

Looks like we got company.

Loretta McCready. What
brings you up this way?

Might ask you the same question.

Raylan, what's this all about?

Come up for a
little Sunday dinner?

Well, you know
how the job is, Doyle.

Yeah.

Nights and weekends is
when all the good stuff happens.

Task force never rests.

Task force?

What, they didn't...

Well, I'm sure they'll be
contacting you directly.

Well, task force or no, you're
stepping outside yourself,

showing up at my
family home, aren't you?

Raylan Givens. Uninvited
don't mean unwelcome, Doyle.

You missed lunch.
Can I fix you a plate?

Oh, no, I'm fine. But I
did bring you something.

Apple pie.

Of course, it don't
compare to your home brew.

Be a new batch soon.

I'll set you back a jar
with your name on it.

I appreciate that.

I also got some things here
for the kids, if it's all right.

Oh, come here, guys. Marshals
Service is big on trinkets.

Go ahead and take
one. There you go.

And that there is eastern
Kentucky's official Marshal's coin.

How much is it worth?

It's not for spending,
just collecting.

"Justice is coming."

Doyle, you take Loretta on,
and you entertain the kids.

Grown-ups need
to chew the fat here.

Go on now.

Yes, ma'am. Go on, all of you.

You, too, Doyle.

Way she tells it,
you saved her life.

Well, looks like there's a lot of
us looking after her these days.

What's that they
say? Takes a village?

Something like that. Might
we have a word, Mags?

Of course, you're
all welcome to listen.

Don't mind them.

What's on your mind?

Wondering if you know of a
man name of Bobby Lawton.

Bobby Lawton. Name
doesn't ring a bell.

Fella got killed on that
Oxy bus a few days back.

Turns out he was a foot soldier

for the Dixie Mafia
out of Frankfort.

Dixie Mafia? Lord! That sounds
like a mighty dangerous outfit.

They've been known to be, yeah.

Such that hitting their drug
pipeline ain't something we imagine

that these hijackers would have
undertaken on their own initiative.

I believe your boy Doyle
inquired as to who they worked for.

Yeah, I asked them.
They drew down on me.

Right. Had no choice
but to put them down.

That's about right.

Well, one of the hijackers,

name Elrod Platt, we
got his cell phone records.

Week before the hijacking show he
had numerous conversations with Dickie.

Yes, he did speak to Dickie.

I spoke to Elrod about buying
an ATV for the business.

We may never be
able to prove otherwise.

But I want you to know

that I know what's
going on, out of respect.

Mama,

I swear... Shut it!

Marshal,

you know I deal a little weed.

Mmm-hmm.

And man of your
age, you can't tell me

you hadn't smoked
a little reefer.

I can't.

And you know my position
on Oxy and meth and the rest.

As you've stated it, yes, ma'am.

And yet you find it
acceptable to come in here

and bust in on my family dinner,

asking if I've had a hand in

robbing a bus full of shit

from a bunch of
Frankfort peckerwoods.

Mags, I never asked
if you robbed that bus.

No, no, no.

You're just being all clever,

insinuating without asking.

Trying to stir
things up. That it?

You tell me,
Mags. Is it working?

Let me ask you
something, Raylan.

Fire away.

Why do you care so much?

I'm sorry?

Come on, now, child.

Gonna sit there on
my lumber and tell me

this has got nothing to do

with the history
between our families?

With why my boy there hasn't
walked right for the past 21 years?

Frankfort mob gonna
come over that hill

bringing hell with them
because of that bus.

They'll stay till they've
bled this county white.

Whatever our family history,
Mags... That's why I care.

Sure I can't fix you a plate?

No, thank you.

How about some dessert?

Nice of you to offer.

You all enjoy the
rest of your supper.

Why didn't you tell me?

I had nothing to do with it.

Oh. Other than shooting a couple of
assholes to keep them from talking!

Yeah, well, that.

Look, I thought this
was a good deal. I did.

And I know how you feel
about Oxy, but the thing is...

I don't give a shit
what you think!

What I do give a shit
about are our bigger plans,

which do not need a federal
marshal snooping around!

So...

What are we gonna do
about Raylan Givens?

What do you mean?

What... What do I mean?

I think she wants
us to kill him.

Have you not been listening?

Yeah.

She said she didn't want
him snooping around.

That's right.

You have any idea
the federal shit storm

we'd bring down if
we killed a marshal?

We're talking Black
Hawk-helicopter time.

Jesus.

I don't want either
of you two doing shit

or even contemplating doing shit

until you run it by
someone who can think.

It's open.

Is the music too loud?

Little bit.

What are you reading?

Of Human Bondage.

I don't know that.

Yeah, I just started.

Little stuffy in here.

I don't mind.

It's nicer out on the porch.

Wigs are popular again.

Starting to cut into business,

although there was this
one woman yesterday.

She wanted me
to add curls to hers.

She brought it in
on a foam head,

put it up in my chair,
like it was a real person.

You believe that?

That's something.

She didn't tip for shit,
either. I hate doing wigs.

You know, I always wondered
what I'd look like with long hair.

That is a funny image, Boyd.

I'm serious.

I thought if I had long hair,

I might be the lead
singer in a rock band.

I love music.

Well, can you sing?

No.

No, I can't sing, not a lick.

But my grandmother,
she could sing.

She would sing
out in the backyard,

and I'd sit and listen to her.

It calmed me.

Well, life is long.

Yeah.

You expecting company?

Ava, you best go inside.

Friends of yours?

Go on in and lock the door.

Stop right there.

I'm afraid I owe you an apology.

What I did to you
was uncalled for.

It's just that I get
confused in my head

whenever I think about
such painful things.

It's all right, Boyd. It
ain't what we're here for.

What are you here for?

You know my buddy Pruitt.

Feels real bad about how
he talked to you at the mine.

This is Marcus.

Here you go. Hey, thanks.

Olander's got a hard-on for you.

Oh, shit!

Hey.

You know what
this chart is, dawg?

The service log.

You were scheduled to service
the main bathroom last night.

Bathroom?

Nobody likes to mop
up piss and shit, homes.

Think I don't know that?

I must have misread it. I
did kitchen duty instead.

Well, that's one
hell of a screw-up.

Okay. I'll get on it right now.

No, sit down.

Well, you want me to...

We're not done
until I say we're done.

Sit.

You're a good homeboy,
so I'm gonna walk it out.

I snorted, shot, drank,

grundled, and douched
more junk before I was 30

than Rick James
did in his lifetime.

And I'm still kicking.
You want to know why?

Because I am the stair master.

Yeah, I climb all twelve steps
dozens of times, every day.

And that's admirable.

You skipped out on
your responsibilities.

And now there's a price to pay.

You need to make an inventory,

and I want you to make amends.

Okay, all right. There
are no excuses, all right?

I know. And that's why I
canceled your day pass.

Now, I want you to go upstairs,
work on your self-appraisal,

and be at the 3:00 meeting.

Don't do that. I
got some real big...

I know about your plans.

You'll have to
reschedule for next week.

It won't be his
birthday next week.

This is a baby bitch slap.

If I was really upset,

I'd yank your chain all
the way back to Correction.

Bullshit!

Ding-dong! You just earned
yourself a 30-day pass suspension.

You can use the month to
work on your lack of respect!

Now get out of my office. Now!

Mr. Arnett, this is Deputy
Marshal Raylan Givens.

Not our first tango.

Raylan, please have a seat.

How do you take your coffee?

Oh. No, nothing
for me, thank you.

The usual for me, Yvette. Make two
in case the deputy changes his mind.

You want a little kick?
Mr. Arnett likes a little kick.

Oh, he'll have a nudge. Okay.

That Piper Van Winkle?

Yeah, Frankfort's own.

This particular concoction

is a private single-barrel
made especially for me.

Takes the edge off
those bitter beans.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Just give me a buzz
if you need anything.

Oh, you know I will.

Okay.

Are you wearing pants?

I like to maintain my
creases. Stay sharp.

Oh.

I suppose there's
no reason to get up.

Hoping to have
a civil discussion,

avoid the gunplay that
erupted last time I saw you.

Yes, that was unfortunate.

But, you know, it's because of that
wild day that I agreed to this meeting.

Is that right?

Yeah. Quite frankly,
I owe you one.

You advised Gary to sign
over that mall property to me.

That's not why I'm here.

I sold that property,
and I took the money,

and I invested in foreclosures.

So when the market bounces back,

I'm gonna be managing a multimillion-dollar
fortune in Kentucky bluegrass.

So you are legitimate now.

The Frankfort branch
of the Dixie Mafia

has lost its best
wheeler-dealer.

You believe in the Dixie Mafia,

I got me a toy factory

in the North Pole
you should invest in.

Does Yvette know

about any of the shit
you did before real estate?

Oh, Yvette has no interest in
my past. Makes her so special.

Oh.

And what about the new associates?
Do they know your résumé?

Are you blackmailing me?

No, this is just, you know,
good, old-fashioned leverage.

Well, putting aside
that you've jumped to

some rather scandalous
conclusions about me,

I can absolutely assure you
you're talking to the wrong guy here.

Who should I be talking to?

You might try the guy who
tried to kill me on that wild day.

Wynn Duffy?

I hear he's taken over some

management responsibilities
with a certain organization

I have no interest in
being affiliated with.

That doesn't even exist, anyway.

Well,

if you talk to him, and
I'm gonna assume you will,

will you tell him that Oxy
bus he lost down in Harlan,

he should just write that off.

If he goes down there,
chopping off limbs,

I'm gonna personally
turn him inside out.

Would you tell him that for me?

Well, as I said...

Would you tell him that for me?

If I talk to him.

Oh, dear Lord!

Was it Vinnie?

Clinton? Clinton.

Do I call the police
or the Marshals?

No, we're not calling anybody.

What?

I'm gonna bring him back.

I know where he's going.

Hey. Hi.

You still do that before
you show a house?

What, vanilla on
foil? Of course.

Ten minutes at 350, smells
like fresh cookies baking.

You know, every room
in the Biltmore mansion

was connected to the
kitchen, so anyone staying there

would wake to the smell of...

Fresh bread, yeah. I know.

Told you that before, huh?

Once or twice.

Well, thanks for coming by.

Listen, Gary.

Raylan told me that you
talked and what you said.

I didn't think he'd do that.

I just want you to know that
anything that happened with us

happened after you
moved out, okay?

Thank you for that.

But the truth is,
you wouldn't have

gone back to Raylan
if I hadn't screwed up.

Yeah, why did you do that, Gary?

Why did you tell him that you
were gonna try and get me back?

I wanted him to know.

Oh, it wasn't because
you wanted me to know?

Well, I was hoping
you already knew.

Winona...

I love you. I have
never stopped.

And I do want you
back. Simple as that.

How do you plan
on doing that, Gary?

You know, fixing everything that
happened, restoring that trust?

'Cause I tell you what,
it's gonna take more than

foil on vanilla.

Yeah, well, that's why I
asked you to come over.

Now, I know the only
way to restore trust

is to be dead, straight
honest, you know?

Not hide anything I
might want to hide.

All right. So what is it?

We need to get a divorce.

Hey. What's going on?

A call came in from a
receptionist at the halfway house

where my brother-in-law,
Clinton, was assigned for parole.

Apparently, Clinton
beat the shit out of

his program
manager and took off.

Your brother-in-law
is on parole?

Long story.

The receptionist sat
on her ass for over

an hour before she called it in.

The program
manager told her not to.

He said he knew where
Clinton was headed,

and he wanted to
bring him in himself.

Does the receptionist
know where he's headed?

Nope. It's my nephew, Nick,

Clinton's son.
It's his birthday.

I'm guessing he'll make a
beeline toward Nick's school.

You already put a
BOLO out on him?

Nah, I figured since he's your
brother-in-law, I'd just let it slide.

We'll need a team to
lock down Nick's campus.

Absolutely, but you
won't be taking lead.

Chief... No.

You just get Nick, and
you bring him back here.

Raylan, you set up and wait.

Hey, how much of a bad
guy is her brother-in-law?

"Heads in a duffel
bag" or just an asshole?

He killed her sister.

Flex.

Ah!

You look good.

Been a long while, bro.

Better than last time I saw you.

Can we spit?

Get in.

Cool.

You better not be
looking to score.

I'm out of the trade.

Okay.

I'm becoming a magician,
like that Mindfreak guy.

I'm gonna be the first big,
badass black magician.

Learning all the
basics on YouTube.

I can do shit with a coin
would make your eyes pop out.

You got a name for your act?

Just Flex. Not
"The Amazing Flex"

or none of that shit. Just Flex.

Flex.

Got muscle

and attitude.

How you been?

You look clean.

I quit after I
copped to the truth.

You ain't looking to score,
what you out here for?

I got this here for my
little man. It's his birthday.

What is that?

Before I went in, this
here is all he ever wanted.

That and go to
Billy the Kidzone.

It's like Chuck E. Cheese.

Pizza, games,

only with cowboys.

How old's your boy?

12 today.

Anyhow, I got to go pick
him up from school today.

Catch a ride?

No can do. I got errands.

Okay. You know, spot me $100.

I got to be at Man
O'War before 3:00.

Won't make it fooling
around on that bus, you know.

Strict policy, chief. I
don't loan out money.

$75. I'll get you right back.

This conversation's done.

Get out.

Do me a solid, man. I'm
trying to go get my boy.

This is bullshit,
man. It's real bullshit!

Since when did you
become such a pussy?

Since you became a bitch.

Get out! Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off me!

Hey, hey!

God! Shit!

Come back here!
Hey! You hurt my hand!

Can I leave the door open?

Open's good.

What are you gonna tell them?

I heard the whole thing.
Don't even bother lying about it.

Well, I wasn't gonna
lie to you about it.

And...

I'm gonna tell them no.

That's not what
you said last night.

Well, I said I'd think about it.

You know I won't
tolerate criminal activity.

Well, I have no
interest in that.

Then why didn't you just
say no when they asked?

I was being polite.

Polite?

Polite.

Ava, you have my word.

You have a good day.

Suspect approaching, black
Chevy Chevelle with racing stripes.

US Marshals!

I work with your
sister-in-law, Rachel Brooks.

Your son is in a safe place.

Just came to give my boy a gift.

Give it to me.
I'll see he gets it.

Now I need you
to shut off your car.

Nice car.

Here's one for you.

Huh?

I found you a husband.

Are you on a dating site?

You were supposed
to be playing solitaire.

It's funny.

I know. He's old,
and he's white.

But he gets out in three years.

Hey, Winona. Raylan.

You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
Why, do I not look okay?

Well, you look...

It's just, I got to...
Because I'm not okay.

I'm sorry. For what?

Whatever I did or didn't do.

Why do you assume that when
I'm upset, I'm upset with you?

You're usually upset with me.

That's true.

Gary asked me to his office.
He said we need to get a divorce.

Wonderful.

I mean, I'm so sorry.

He only said it because
our mortgage is upside down.

We owe more on the
house than what it's worth.

I know what "upside down" means.

Okay. I guess he figures
that if we get a divorce,

then I can give him the
house in the agreement,

and then he's the only one who's
gonna be dragged under in all this,

and that would make
me feel guiltier than shit,

because the only reason
we have this great big house

is because I wanted one.

He's a damn genius.

He suggests divorce,

knowing you'd feel too
guilty to follow through.

Well-played, Gary.

What are you talking about?

He's just trying to show
you he's a good guy.

And somehow being a
good guy is underhanded?

He's just trying
to win you back.

I still don't see why
that's such a big problem.

How much you need
to keep the house?

Why? Is that gonna be
your big play to win me?

I have savings.

Oh. How much?

$800, $900 easy.

I really should go. Okay.

What's up, Nick?

I have a bunch of these already.

Well, now you got one more.

What are you doing?

Finding Rachel a husband.

Nick, go get a soda.

You're gonna end
up bitter and alone.

You let Clinton get away.

You take this call?
Five minutes ago.

What's he want?

I don't know. I took down the
number. Be grateful for that.

Anything on the partial?

The only Chevelle with those
letters belongs to a drug dealer...

Look no further.

By the name of Ralph Beeman.
Goes by the name of Flex.

I put out a BOLO on him.

Anything from your mother?

No. I tried calling. There's no
response. I'm heading there now.

Do you want to go there,
or do you need to go there?

You honestly think I want
to cap my brother-in-law?

Raylan, go with her.

You want me to shoot him?

Just reading his file
here. How did he...

Kill my sister? Mmm-hmm.

Driving while high.

Wrapped their Miata
around a telephone pole.

Shawnee went
through the windshield.

Ma, open up!

Ma!

Ma!

He kept saying he wanted
my car. I said I flushed the key.

Did you?

No, but it sounded good.

And then you started shooting.

You should spend
some time at the range.

She has.

Almost clipped his
arm a couple of times,

just trying to keep
him from leaving.

He took your gun?

And my extra clip.

Rachel, honey, I want
you to promise me,

you catch him,
you won't shoot him.

You just tried to
shoot him yourself.

I was just trying
to keep him still.

You're the one who
wants to kill him.

Why does everyone think
I'm so hell-bent on killing him?

I know you blame him, but he...

Of course I blame him.

He wanted to help her.

Help her?

Clinton tried to
save Shawnee's life.

Okay.

She overdosed.

This man tied you down in your own
home, and now you're defending him.

I am not defending him!
I'm trying to explain him!

He was taking Shawnee to the
emergency room when they crashed.

Okay. Givens.

Clinton's got problems,
but he loved your sister.

Where?

Loved her enough to
pump her with poison.

On our way.

She was addicted before
she met him. You know that.

Clinton called the office looking
for you. Wants to make a deal.

Another Coke?

Why stop at four?

Want me to bring this back
in the kitchen, warm it up?

Sure. I should have
waited to order, anyhow.

Someone's running late, huh?

Yeah. He and his
aunt better hurry up,

or he ain't getting
his birthday present.

Ain't that right, Furbot?

I don't know why this
thing speaks Chinese.

Okay, that's enough out of you.

Clinton! What are you doing?

Come on. We're going.

I don't think so.

I told you it's my
boy's birthday.

Well, he ain't here.

Sophie? Can I see
you for a moment?

Just a second. Can
I get you anything?

Right now or you're fired! Okay!

Mr. Cranky Pants needs a
chocolate bar. I'll be right back.

Let's go.

You didn't get the impression
I was serious this morning?

I'd kindly give you another
go-round, if that's what you want.

You want to threaten me,
smart guy? Beat me down again?

I'm here to help, asshole.
I'm giving you another chance.

Why?

I don't run the house
for the fun of it, Clinton.

It's what I believe
in. It's what I do.

It's why I didn't
call the police.

That's all right,
'cause I just did.

What?

Oh, shit.

Who is he?

Who am I?

Who are you?

I'm an associate of none
of your goddamn business.

You got to be kidding me.

Yeah, that's right. We
got some shit to talk about.

And that piece
you got underneath,

just put it up on
the table slow.

I conversate best when
I'm nice and relaxed.

Let me tell you
something, slick,

whatever this is about,

we can do it the easy
way. Isn't that right, Clinton?

Shut up, Olander.

Yeah, man, shut up.
Go play Donkey Kong.

I'm an officer of the
law. Put the gun down.

You're moving to the
top of my list real fast.

We're adults. We're
gonna talk this through.

We don't need guns.

You have any idea the
ramifications of what you did?

I was gonna be a
magician, you dick.

How the hell am I supposed
to do magic with this hand now?

I'm not!

That's the answer!

I'm not.

Your punk ass could
have gave me a ride.

This is my fault now?

He's right, Clinton. We
don't blame other peo...

Where's my car?

I ain't got it, bro.

See, Clinton, that's
the wrong answer.

What you're supposed to say is,

"Of course you don't
see it out front, Flex,

"since I parked it in the back."

But you didn't say that.

I ditched it.

Where?

'Cause I had a
whole shitload of dope

tucked into the
panels of that car.

Which hand you jack off with?

US Marshals! No one move!

Don't shoot!

Get back! Get back!

Clinton.

Where's my son?

You honestly thought
I'd bring him here?

I need to see my son!

I just wanted to
give him his gift.

Shit.

Get back! Don't shoot.

You don't come any closer.

Don't shoot.

Is this how you want Nick to
remember his 12th birthday?

His father shooting
an innocent man?

Get up!

I loved your sister.

So did I.

Why do I have the office where
the deputies shoot people?

Nothing wrong with this one.

Meaning that there
are things wrong

with the other ones you've done?

Tell you the only thing
wrong with this shooting.

She reacted faster than I did.

You're getting old.

Not as old as you.

And you're a dick.

I'll talk to her tomorrow,

but you're gonna have to
walk her through the process.

Okay. I will.

I hope this doesn't
affect her ambitions.

I do, too. She's the
best marshal I've got.

You realize I'm
sitting right here?

I do.

How'd it go in Frankfort?

Arnett swears he's
out of the game.

Pointed me to the man who used
to be his gun thug, Wynn Duffy.

I also got a call from
Dewey Crowe's lawyer.

Concerning?

Says Dewey knows about
some shit going down in Harlan

that might be worth our while.

And what do you think?

Knowing Dewey? Bullshit.

Look at you, boy.

Growing all tall
and getting muscles.

You shaving yet?

I'm 12.

I got this for you.

Thanks.

You know what that is?

A Furby?

Furbot.

It's a cheap knockoff.

It only spoke Chinese.

Chinese? How's it work?

It doesn't.

Somebody shot it.

Who would shoot Furby?

What did he ever do to anybody?

Can I keep it?

If you want.

What's this stain here?

Is that chocolate?

No. That's...

That's blood.

When I was Nick's age,
before my father's cancer,

I thought we were the Cosbys.

My parents had good jobs.

There was a feast on the
table after church on Sundays.

Shawnee and I would ride our
Huffys around the neighborhood.

We had good hair
and made straight A's.

Except, as my mother reminds me,

that wasn't reality.

The jobs weren't
all that good, and

my father was never a happy
man, even before he got sick.

And Shawnee was
smoking pot at nine and

running away to
smoke heroin at fifteen.

I never bore any illusions
that my family was the Cosbys.

Your family wasn't funny.

At least you got to
shoot your father.

Mine had the nerve to die
before I got back from basic

with skills and a loaded weapon.

You didn't miss much.

I thought it was gonna be
way more fun than it was.

You heading out? In a minute.

I'll wait.

Don't.

You having any second
thoughts about the shooting?

Not really.

You will.

But if you ever have any
serious doubts, ask me.

I'll tell you. You did
what had to be done.

Hey, Ezekiel.

Kyle.

You didn't think you'd get to
leave without seeing me, did you?

I thought about your request
and must politely decline.

What are you talking about?

Well, as I've made
myself abundantly clear,

I'm no longer in
that line of work.

You ain't even
heard the scheme yet.

Right now I know
nothing about it.

If anyone asks,
I'll stick to that.

Your share alone is $40,000.

You're wasting your time.

That doghole pays people in
cash at the end of every shift.

No more than $20,000 at any
one time precisely for this reason.

Oh! You notice, huh?

Well, what would you say
if somebody had a friend

who worked for the
armored-car company

who could provide engine
trouble four days running,

stalling deliveries so there would
be $80,000 cash at one time?

Then I'd say there's
still no way to get down

off this mountain
without getting caught.

What if there's a way not
only you not get caught,

but get treated like a hero?

Like one of those
miners down in Chile?