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Previously on Justified

You got a sonogram picture
taped to your bathroom mirror.

I'm not married,
if that's what you're wondering.

She kicked you out?

There's supposed to be $3 million in here,
Limehouse. Way north of $3 million.

Look, it's all spent,
except what you see right there.

I believe the terms of the deal
are I receive the money

and then we are through, isn't that right?

That's right. Those are the terms.

Then you take it back.

I'm gonna kill you, Raylan.

Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow,

but some day,
you'll be walking down the street,

and I'm gonna put a bullet
right in the back of your skull,

and you're gonna drop.

Why wait?

Just so we're clear,

the other night, you throw down the gauntlet
to a trigger-happy US Marshal,

and this morning,

you remember you have
pressing business out of town?

I told you, I'll be back in a couple hours.

And what if Givens comes by,
wanting to finish the game?

You may tell him that he is welcome to wait.

You know, you disappoint me, Wynn.

Word around the Detroit campfire
is that you were a wild man.

Comes to a little nut-cutting,
suddenly you want to bitch out.

Don't be like the rest of them.

You can't have the Duffy without the Wynn.

I'll see you in a couple of hours.

Hey.

Hey. Morning.

Just getting some coffee, and then I'll...

You can take a seat.

No, I don't want to be in your way.
You're setting up.

I don't mind.

Okay.

If I had eggs, I'd make you breakfast.

Well, thank you.

You want a shot in that?

I usually like to wait
till the sun's all the way up.

It's afternoon somewhere.

- Listen, Lindsey...
- Stop.

You don't even know what I'm gonna say.

I think you're gonna apologize again

for not giving me a full accounting
of every second of your life

before you heartlessly accepted
the gift of my feminine virtue.

Well, when you put it that way,
I guess don't owe you an apology.

First time you came in here,
I knew you were going through something.

To tell you the truth, I feel a little bad
taking advantage of you.

Really?

I mean, not so bad
I don't plan on doing it again.

- Listen, Lindsey...
- You said that already.

- I'm about to become a father.
- I know. I saw the sonogram.

It's a good-looking kid.
It's got its daddy's eyes.

An unfortunate nose, though.
That must be your ex's.

I'm gonna get some limes in the back.
I won't be a sec.

I'm sorry, guys. We're closed.

Heard you had a little mischief in here
the other night.

Well, I wasn't aware that made the news.

We had a friend who was here.

He tell you about the hot wings?

This friend of ours,
I'm betting you wouldn't forget him.

He looks like he even shits blond.

I don't suppose you two fellas
are from Detroit, are you?

That's a hell of a guess.

Where you buy your suit?
Gallo's on Michigan Avenue?

I don't buy suits.

Boss buy them for you?

Our boss doesn't buy us anything.

When I first saw him, he was wearing
this little gray sharkskin number,

made him look like a kid playing a gangster
in a school play.

We don't work for that gentleman.

You work for his daddy.

So, what?

Theo Tonin decided little Sammy
overstepped when he cut Quarles off,

decided to send some new muscle instead.

Hence, you two knuckleheads.

- You don't want to take that tone.
- Why is that, champ?

I get the impression
they only keep you around

so little Sammy doesn't feel like
the biggest asshole in the room.

Raylan.

Oh, hey.
I was just telling these guys we're closed.

And I believe they were leaving.

Another time, then.

Good. See? There's gonna be another time.

I'll clean that up.

Firing a shot in the air in a crowded bar.

- That could be a hiccup.
- Yeah.

Let's see.

You knew that you had to get
the patrons out of harm's way,

and they'd already failed
to heed your order to evacuate.

You knew that there was nothing above you
but your own empty apartment,

so you fired a shot in the air,

even though you knew
it was against Marshals’ policy

because you thought it was the only thing
they would hear above the music.

- Write it like that.
- Thanks, Art.

Well, good news is, now we have
a nice federal charge against Mr. Quarles.

We just start with the bartender,
and we round up some of the other...

Bartender doesn't make a good witness.

- What's wrong with him?
- Her.

- Oh, Jesus, Raylan.
- It doesn't matter, Art.

We want Quarles
for more than this piddly shit.

Threatening a federal officer
is more than piddly shit.

We had Dickie Bennett
for actually trussing up an officer,

trying to brain him with a Louisville Slugger.
How'd that work out?

Look, Raylan, just pick him up, all right?

We got patrons in there
we can use as witnesses.

If we don't have Quarles threatening you,
we just got you firing shots into the ceiling.

Wait just a second.

Why? I thought it was a top priority
that I go bring in Quarles

for the capital offense of hurting my feelings.

It is, but the son of a bitch
is threatening your life.

I can't let you go by yourself.

Tim and Rachel are at Tramble.

You honestly expect me to wait for them?

No.

No way.

Way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You want I should open it up?

Might not be the wisest idea
given the surroundings.

Well, am I gonna see a little
something-something in there

I haven't seen before?

Maybe something that might make me
the Harlan millionaire

I was always meant to be.

You'll see 46 and change.
Plus a couple of receipts.

Is that right? Receipts, too. I tell you what.

You can just leave that shit shut, brother.

You still not gonna take it, huh?

Oh, HOW, I Will. I will take it

just as soon as it starts adding up
to everything I'm rightfully owed.

You understand?

Till then, you know, you can't really
blame me for wanting a real good reason

to hold my head up
when I try to explain to people

why it is that Ellstin Limehouse
somehow sees fit

to cheat me out of my family's fortune.

Well, as you know Mr. Limehouse,

you really want it to get back to him that

you're running your mouth
on his reputation?

Think he the type to sit still
for something like that?

Is that the best you got, sister?

Whatever you decided with the cooler,

Mr. Limehouse said to give you
the ride back home.

Well, that is just... That's real considerate.
But I'll tell you what.

I think I'm just gonna have these bastards
call me a cab, you know.

The least they could do.
You know what I'm saying?

Real good to see you.

What do you think's in the cooler?

Probably not a human head.

That'd be cool.

If you're here to talk about
running me in the special election,

there's some things
we gonna straighten out first.

Such as?

Such as, this is staying my office.

No more talk about putting me
in a broom closet.

I guess if I were to offer
to back yet another of your campaigns,

I'd say that as long as
I'm putting up the money,

I'd put you anywhere I goddamned please.

Fortunately, I'm not here to pony up.

In fact, I'm here to take back
what I previously ponied.

You can't seriously expect me
to give you that money back.

Well, that's exactly what I expect.
And I'm very serious.

Well, it's gone, spent.

- On what?
- Campaign expenses.

I do believe my wife dipped into it a little bit.

Mr. Napier, I am not an unreasonable man.

I don't expect the actual bills that I gave you.

Just give me bills of equivalent worth,
and we'll call it even.

I don't have it. Not even close.

That is disappointing.

I don't know how in the hell you expect me
to get that money...

As I was saying, I am a reasonable man,

and I'm happy to help you
find a way to square up.

I don't suppose you'd already happen
to have something in mind, would you?

For starters, an address
of some local miscreant

known to have large amounts
of cash lying around,

known further to have secrets that would
discourage him from calling the police

if someone were to relieve him of it.

You want me to find you
a drug dealer to rob?

You know, I couldn't have said it
better myself.

And if said miscreant in question
happens to pay Boyd Crowder for protection,

so much the better.

Sure you want to poke that bear?

That bear poked me.

Mr. Quarles, you already managed
to lose me the sheriff's office.

Now you want to involve me
in an armed-robbery conspiracy?

Actually, I'm gonna need you to find me
a buyer for the shit that I take off of this guy.

So technically, that makes it
a drug conspiracy, as well.

And what if I say no?

Oh, you don't want to say no.

Oh! What...

Excuse me.

Rodney. Hey, boy.

What's up with
the hot-rod entourage here, Rod?

Last time we saw each other,
I had a gun pointed at my face.

Yes, you did.

You and me both had ourselves held up,
may I remind you.

And then the next time I come down here,

some squirrelly little shit
from Crowder's crew tried to muscle me.

Oh! You got to be kidding me.

I ain't kidding. You can believe it.

Sometimes I'm glad your daddy didn't live

to see what's happening
to the drug business.

Thank you.

But you didn't ask me down here
to pay my respects.

That is the truth,
and we should get down to business.

If you wouldn't mind, please, first,
call off your dogs a bit here.

My friend.

All right, now, as I started to say,

at the time she passed,

my mama, she had a little over $3 million.

Do you know where to find it?

Well, I know who's got it, okay?

And he has been doing everything
he can think of

to try to get me to believe
that there's only $46,000.

He's been sticking it in this little cooler,
trying to get me to take it.

"Here, take it. Here..." I've been saying...

Get to the who! The suspense is killing me.

Ellstin Limehouse.

So, what's the plan?
We gonna shoot our way into Nobles Holler?

Yeah, at some point, we are gonna
have to shoot our way in there

and grab the money
and get back across the bridge

before they knew what hit them.

That's not exactly my usual line.

Although $3 million

might justify a man stepping outside himself.

It just might.

Yeah, I am aware that we need
to find out exactly where my money is

before we do anything.

And that is exactly why
I asked you down here.

Not how it works, Dickie.

I'm willing to make some calls for you,
but you're gonna have to do the heavy lifting.

I don't think you understand, man.

I can't just be strolling around
out in the open,

-asking people...
- Dickie!

... Hey, do you happen to know where
my money is that Limehouse is hiding?"

At sundown, we're headed back to Memphis.
You best get to moving.

Okay, so, that would be the end
of the discussion right there.

I say we pop him and be done with it.

Before he leads us to the money?

Just so long as it's not before
he suffers some.

How do you suggest we do that, Arlo?
With the feds watching him?

We need to stop wasting our time
on Dickie Bennett.

We should be out there showing the flag.

Maybe if you spent less time questioning
your orders and more time following them,

our protection money
wouldn't be dropping off.

Our protection money is dropping off
because since Delroy disappeared

and we inherited all of his whores,
there are people out there paying money,

they don't know what they're paying for.

All right, that's enough.
I'm gonna kill Dickie Bennett.

And when I do, I'm gonna take my time.

But not before he leads us
to the promised land.

Johnny, go back out there
and see what else you can find.

When I was posted in Manhattan,

a chief deputy there,
this big guy named Langston,

he used to spend one day a week in the field.

Said it was the only way
he could "feel the pulse."

"The pulse"?

- The pulse.
- Of the street?

Yeah, man. New York in the '80s.

So, that's why you come along?
"Feel the pulse."

Nah, some asshole threatened
to kill one of my deputies.

I'm the only one that gets to do that.

I'm touched.

You know what?

I might ought to just go by myself.

Because?

Because when he sees you,
he's liable to start shooting.

All right, just admit it.

You're worried about me,
worried I'm gonna get shot.

I'm worried I'm gonna get shot.

Who's your new friend?

- He's down from Lexington.
- Hi.

Guess if the DEA was gonna send
an undercover in here,

hard to imagine they'd choose him.

Thank you.

Hi.

Wow. Quite a place.

I thought you said I didn't look like a cop.

That don't mean I think you look right.

Is it true they test a samurai sword
by cutting through paper?

This is a katana.

My granddad pulled this off
a dead Jap officer at Shuri Castle, Okinawa.

The greatest generation at work.

He was a lying old sack of shit.
Probably just bought it.

What you looking for, brother?

What you got?

I got a fresh batch of crystal, coke,
pills, little bit of smack.

Got guns, too,
if you're willing to take a drive.

Also, if you're looking for company,

I got this little 16-year-old honey
just up the hill, 50 bucks.

No, I'll just look at the crystal, you know.

Sure thing.

You just be real careful
how you move around in here, pop.

Don't touch shit till you pay.

Whoa! Holy shit.

You see how clear that is, brother?
Hold it up to the sun, you can burn ants.

Oh, that's just beautiful.

I mean, don't you guys worry
about leaving all this stuff out in the open?

Cops come in here,
they're coming in to search.

They'll find it even if it's hidden
inside the wall.

That's a good point, but, you know,
not just about the cops.

I mean, where I'm from,
the dealers rip each other off all the time.

Yet you have your trunk unlocked.

People don't steal from us.

Is that so?

Your questions are starting
to get on my nerves, brother.

I think it's time you did your business,
went on your way.

Sure thing. Sure thing.
But I do have one little question, though.

How do you get that rust spot
off of your sword?

What a dick!

I was starting to think the only flavor
they served around here was vanilla.

I'm a Deputy United States Marshal.

- Oh, how nice for you.
- I need to talk to your boss.

Easy, now, sister.

Unless you have a warrant,
there just ain't no way.

I don't need a warrant to talk.
Get out of my way.

You touched me.

Would you like me to do it again?

Something we can help you with?

You can start by telling your boys
to put their guns on the floor

and then back away from them.

Or, I guess, maybe
you can have one of them shoot me.

But is Dickie Bennett really worth
dying in a federal gas chamber?

And those are the only two options
you see for us, huh?

There's a third. You could die right here.

Okay. Okay.

Dickie. Jesus.

You know Boyd Crowder
runs this place now.

"Dickie, Jesus"? Ho!
Is that any way to greet a dear friend?

- Dickie...
- Come here.

No, no, no. You can't stay here. No.

- Yeah, I know.
- Dickie, please.

If Boyd finds us here, he'll kill us.

Yeah, okay. Listen, listen to me.
I need your help.

Okay? And if you can't help, I really...

No, I can't think of a better place
to meet the reaper than right here.

What do you mean, you need my help?

Okay, here's the thing. Here's the thing.

You see, over the years, you've had
to spend some time up in Nobles,

hiding out from some man or in trouble.

These friends of yours
who are doing the hiding, they...

I'm wondering if they maybe
might have heard something

about where Limehouse is hiding his money.

If you go up to Nobles
looking to rob Ellstin Limehouse,

-you are liable to end up fed to hogs. Yeah.
- To hogs. Yeah, I know.

If I die here or on the moon,
it don't really make a whole lot of difference.

Ellen May, I need your help.

- Okay.
- Take your time.

Limehouse keeps his money
buried under the church.

Ellen May, I am disappointed in you.

What?

Every kid in Harlan grew up hearing
that right there, that little fairytale.

Nobody believes that. Come on.

No, my friend, Trixie,
she saw it with her own eyes, so.

So you need to promise me something.

Okay.

I just want you to promise me that
if you ever find yourself running things,

that you'll make me queen.

Michigan plate.
That'd be a hell of a coincidence.

It's not. Theo Tonin sent them.

- And you know this how?
- They came by my place this morning.

You don't think that's something
you should have told your chief?

What are you talking about? I just told you.

You told me you were doing all right,

that you were drinking too much
but basically getting by.

- You remember that?
- What's your point?

Even under ideal circumstances, Raylan,

the prospect of first-time fatherhood
can make a man feel unmoored.

-"Unmoored"?
- Oh, shut up.

- I'm just feeling my way through this.
- Art, I've already got a daddy.

- Yeah, I've met your daddy.
- Fair enough. Continue.

To be clear, I just don't need you to be
any more reckless than normal. All right?

You really are afraid
of getting shot, aren't you?

Whatever your failings are gonna be
as a father,

I'm pretty sure that your child
is gonna be better off

if you manage to stay aboveground
long enough to make his acquaintance.

We got ourselves a problem.

What, Dickie Bennett's on his way to Hawaii

with his mama's money
on the seat beside him?

No. It ain't Dickie Bennett.

I sent the collection boys out there
to see Parker and Longbaugh

on account of them shorting Arlo last week.

The hell, you say! Shorting on me?

Jesus. It ain't rocket science.

If anybody wants to know
what happened to Delroy,

you just say that he stopped paying
and they best not go down the same road.

It ain't about Delroy, either.

What is it about, Johnny?
What did they do this time?

Nothing. They're dead.

He wasn't there.

I never told you he'd be there.
I told you that was the last place I saw him.

But there was someone there, though.

And I told you, he went there
to face off with a US Marshal.

Yeah, but you didn't tell us
the marshal lived upstairs.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd think you sent us there
expecting him to take care of us.

Or you'd take care of him,
have to go on the run, either way.

A man doesn't talk like that
unless he's holding the nuts.

It's nothing personal.

I just figured the more soldiers
Quarles has down here,

the more tenuous my position becomes.

Did you figure if you didn't put us
together with him, we'd just go away?

I figured it would buy me some time
to cut a deal.

Help you in exchange for a guarantee
that I don't get left out in the cold.

Well, how about you help us in exchange...

In exchange for your lives?

That sounds a little odd
coming from the guy not holding the gun.

Did you help Quarles
because of the guns he had

or because of who was behind him?

Theo Tonin,
he carries this ear around in his pocket.

- I'm sorry. It sounded like you said...
- Yeah, yeah. It's a human ear.

And whenever he wants
to get some guy's attention,

he just takes out the ear
and he starts talking into it.

What does he say?

I don't think it really matters.

- Jimmy, where's that neighbor lady?
- Collection boys are sitting on her.

You sure she didn't call this in?

Well, if she had, you got to think,
at the very least,

we'd have a squad car out here by now,
even in Harlan.

Go get her.

As if our protection business
wasn't already halfway down the shitter.

Boyd, this is not good.

Johnny, check the closets
underneath the sink.

See if you can't find any household cleaners.

Why?

Well, he poured bleach
over everything he touched.

I'd like to know if he found that bleach here
or he brought it with him.

What the hell difference does that make?

Well, if he brought it with him, he is a pro,

not some tweaker
pulling a crime of opportunity. Go.

Ma'am, I am so sorry.
I was hoping to spare you this sight.

Oh, glad you didn't.

At my age, I got to take my pleasures
where I can find them.

Meaning?

Meaning I'm tickled
to see these two sumbitches dead.

Hope they suffered some first.

Well, I suppose that explains
why you didn't call the police.

Police didn't do shit when these two
killed one of my dogs last year, Togo.

Used to bark at all
the late-night comings and goings.

Come outside one morning,
found him shot dead in my yard.

That's awful to hear.

Togo got them back, though.

Togo did? Your dead dog?

Who else we talking about?

Well, how did Togo do that?
How did he get them back?

I know it was him sent
that husky-looking fella to do this here.

- You saw the man who did this?
- That's correct.

- He was heavyset?
- Wouldn't have called him skinny.

But you did say he was husky-looking.

He was. Looked like a husky.
You know, sled dog?

It was the eyes.

Even from across the street,
I could see them, just like a husky's.

But the man you saw,
the husky-looking fella that Togo sent...

Bluest eyes I ever saw.

We got it. You said, "Go figure it out."
Did you not? And what'd I do?

I went ahead
and I figured the hell out of it, man.

See, what I did is, I was like,
"Wait a second, now. Ellen May."

- I'm thinking she's got to have...
- Dickie, what'd you find?

Limehouse hides his money

beneath the floorboards buried in the dirt

underneath Nobles church.

How about them apples, huh?

You know, I think
Im gonna need me a bear hug.

- Im sorry, DICkIe.
- Bring it in.

I'm greedy.

I'm not suicidal.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, Rodney.

We had ourselves a deal, man.

This aint the Rodney I know. Come on.

I thought I had a brother in you, man.

You know, Mama always said you had
the balls of a man about half your size.

Out of respect for your late mother,

I'm gonna let that one go.

My advice?

Call Limehouse, get your cooler full of cash
and get out of here!

Let's go.

You federal Stormtroopers
get what you needed?

Yes, Mr. Dunham,
and on behalf of a grateful nation...

Go to hell.

...the Marshals Service would like
to thank you for your troubles.

Mr. Napier.

It's Sheriff Napier, least until next week,

which means you two
are in some seriously deep shit.

Well, I'd be less concerned
about the shit we're in

and more concerned about
what you're gonna have to do to stay alive

till your term ends.

You don't scare me.

I ain't some half-wit gun thug
that you think you can just...

Just so we're clear,
I ain't some half-wit gun thug, neither.

What do you want?

Robert Quarles just killed two men
under my protection.

I didn't have nothing to do with that.

Whether he did it out of spite or stupidity,
I'm not sure.

But what I am sure of is that you're the one
who told him who to hit.

I didn't have nothing to do with that.

Just like I'm sure you're gonna be the one
to tell me how to find him.

You want to count it?

No. Not if it's still adding up
to 46 and change or whatever.

What made you change your mind?

All right, gentlemen.

We have reason to believe
this money represents ill-gotten gains

and is therefore seizable
by the Marshals Service

under Title 18, Part 1, Chapter 46
of the US legal code.

That right there, that would be my money.

You want it back,

all you got to do is show a court
the legal means by which you obtained it.

May I go?

No, actually, I'm afraid you both
are gonna have to stay with us

while we wait for a warrant
to go up into Nobles.

Wouldn't want you to be tempted
to tip your friends we were coming.

Have a seat. I'll handle this.

Hey.

US Marshals.
Get your hands where I can see them.

Step to the car.

You know, there was a day when I
would have said nobody could stealth me.

Yeah? What happened?

Lose your edge or just realize
you weren't that good to begin with?

Maybe a little of both.

Sooner or later, old age humbles us all.

- Look at that, concealed weapon.
- That's not good for a convicted felon.

- What, did you pull my rap sheet?
- Educated guess.

- You want to tell us what's going on here?
- Why don't you be more specific?

Is Quarles in that apartment?

Why don't you guys just walk away,
let nature take its course?

Yeah, why don't you shut the hell up?

Not like the world wouldn't be a better place.

This is not Detroit.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

- Why would he go to Harlan?
- I told you.

He barely speaks to me.
Now, please let me go.

Come here. Come here.

US Marshals! Put that weapon down!

- Hands behind your head!
- Put the weapon down.

- I'm walking out of here.
- No, that ain't gonna happen.

- You want to see this kid's insides?
- That ain't gonna happen, either.

Give me a chance to get to my gun.
Maybe this could be our time.

- My leg, God damn it!
- On your bellies! Hands behind your head!

- Where's Quarles?
- He's not here!

- Move! Where is he? Where's Quarles?
- What do you mean?

- I mean, where is he?
- I don't know!

- I thought he'd be here, damn it.
- He told you he'd be here?

Why would he tell us anything?

You work for the man. Do you not?

Where do you get this from?

Theo Tonin sent a couple of guys
down here to take out the trash.

You don't think that's something
you might have mentioned before?

You ever get the feeling
God's laughing at you?

Why?

Just ‘cause we shot the guy
that's looking to kill the guy

that you're just dying to see dead?

You don't say much, do you?

Mr. Quarles.

Dare I even hope that you have come
to settle your tab?

Actually, I'm looking for a place
to lay low for a while.

Lay low while you figure a way
to square things with your friends in Detroit?

Is that a guess? ‘Cause that's a good one.

You know, I think we could see clear
to extend our hospitality.

But that would put you critically in our debt.

- You see that?
- Of course.

You also see that it is not wise
to let a man get so far into debt

without insisting
he first settle the debt already owed.

Thank you kindly.

Well, that's a good start.

When you think I'm gonna be getting
the rest of it?

Bag's not empty yet.

Do I look like a drug dealer to you?

That's pretty smart,
holding all your meetings in a place like this.

The smell of blood in the air.

Plus, it gives you an excuse
to hold a knife in your hand.

There's no knife in my hand now,
Mr. Quarles.

Now, you seem like a resourceful man.

I'm sure you'll find a way
to turn that bag into something

I'd happily take off your hands.

And when you do,
you know where to find me.

- Good day, Mr. Limehouse.
- Mr. Quarles.

Sheriff. This is kismet.
I was just about to call you.

Is that a fact? How come?

Well, it turns out I need a place
to unload the spoils of my earlier endeavors.

Why I called.

- You have an idea for me?
-I do.

But I want to make sure after I tell you,
I don't ever hear from your sorry ass again.

Sheriff, trust me.
The pleasure will be all mine.

All right. There's a whorehouse,
but they also deal to the johns.

They ought to be able
to take whatever you got.

It's called Audrey's.

Audrey's. Bye-bye.

All right, you got 30 seconds.
I'm on vacation. I'm having a sandwich.

Mr. Tonin, I wanted to just make sure
you were aware of the situation down here.

You mean that my guys
got snatched by the Marshals

before they could get to Quarles?
Yeah, I'm aware of it.

What's your name, again?

- Duffy, Sif.
- Dufty.

Duffy, yeah. I think I remember
my son Sammy mentioning you.

I'm glad to hear that.
Sammy's an impressive young man.

He's a moron.

What do you want?

Well, I was wondering, sir, do you intend
on sending more men down here to...

To kill Bobby Quarles?
Yeah, I plan on sending more.

I loved him like a son.

But he wasted my money,
he threatened my actual son.

- And that other shit. Jesus.
- Well, that's the thing, sir.

I don't know if your money has been wasted.

Bobby was onto something down here,
and just because he's gone off track,

no reason to turn your back
on the whole thing.

So, when Quarles is gone,
you want to step up. Is that about right?

Yes.

No.

- Okay. May I ask why, sir?
- I dont know you.

I'll tell you what.

You deliver Quarles,
show me you can get things done.

Price I gave those other assholes
was $100,000 dead,

$200,000 if Sammy gets a chance to talk
to him about putting a gun in his face.

You know Bobby like I do,
you'll settle for the hundred.

Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Tonin.
I'll be in touch.

You hope.

Hi!

Oh, honey!

Think we're about to have us some fun.

Don't you think he looks like that guy,
from the butterfly movie?

The one about the time traveler?

No! The one about the, like,
prison island or whatever.

Ladies, as much as I would love
to get to the bottom

of who it is that you think that I look like

and all the kinds of fun
that we could be having together,

the reason that I'm here is 'cause
the Mongoloid tending bar inside

said this is the place where I could find
the guy who runs the joint.

Wait a second.

No, no, no. Don't you go anywhere.

Where the hell have you been?

I've spent the last two hours as a guest
of the US Marshals Service.

Let me guess.

Our friend Deputy Givens has been tangling
with a couple of Detroit's finest.

How is it you know that?

I saw him bracing one in front
of my building, guy named Sarno.

It's nice to know at least that Theo
cares enough to send the very best.

Did you give them my address?

- Didn't see as I had much choice
- I don't blame you.

I know Sarno. He gets people to talk.

The only thing anyone's telling him
at the moment

is, "You have the right to remain silent."

Well. I'll have to thank Deputy Givens
when I see him next.

I thought you were gonna kill him
next time you see him.

What's the price they put on my head?

They didn't say.

Strip him.

Keep that chain long.
Try to keep him from shitting the bed.

I trust when he wakes up,
you ladies will find a way

to keep him from thinking
about how to escape his predicament.

- Yes, Sir.
- Hello? Anyone there?

Who is this?

My name is not your concern,
Mr. Wynn Duffy.

Your concern is for the fate
of the man whose phone this is.

Is he alive? It was hard to tell.

Oh, he's alive.
Do you want him to stay that way?

You know, that's a very good question,
Mr. Crowder.

Well, I don't believe I told you my name.

It's not hard to put together the pieces
of that particular jigsaw puzzle.

Well, I hear my guest here
is worth some money. How much?

$100,000 dead, $200,000 alive.

Well, I suppose a clever man
might underreport that bounty,

trying to keep a bigger share
than what he gives his partner.

Are we partners now?

Well, as far as this goes.

Mr. Duffy, can I trust you
to find your way down to Harlan?

Yeah, you can trust me
to do that, Mr. Crowder.

Would you say
you'd be willing just to kill him

to eliminate any chance
of his wriggling free?

Well, aS we speak, he's unconscious,
being stripped naked and chained to a bed.

I think we can handle him.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

You have to go through this every time?
It's exhausting.

Seems we agree on most of the particulars.

Well, good.

You might get out of here in time
to go join the raid team.

Raid team?

Tim and Rachel got a line
on that missing Bennett money,

already recovered $46,000 of it.

They're just waiting for a warrant for the rest.

What's the warrant for?

This church down in Nobles Holler.
Apparently, it's under the floorboards.

I'll pass.

What do you mean, "pass"?
I need that money, Raylan.

I know, Art,
but there's nothing under that church.

That's an old story.

You find it, then.

Tell you what, I'm gonna go down
to Harlan County

and talk to the outgoing sheriff,
see if he can get us any info on Quarles.

And if, along the way, I trip over $3 million,
I'll bring it back to you.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Good to go.

- Now you can go.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Now you can go. We insist.

Don't tell me you're fool enough
to believe there's money under the church.

I told you, man. We got this on...
It's, like, stone-cold eyewitness authority.

Then your stone-cold eyewitness
authority is either lying or old.

Limehouse hasn't used the church in years.

Well, then what is he using now?

What makes you think I'd tell you?

I think that you would tell me
because you want me to help you

get yourself a real sweet,
piece of my money, man.

I don't really see any other reason for you
to be standing around here talking to me.

Man won't let us change with the times.

Think you might have had experience
dealing with someone like that yourself.

So, where's my money, man?

Are you really willing
to go all the way on this?

Have you been paying attention, man?

I would rather die trying to get it
than die because I don't have it, man.

All right, then.

We're gonna need a crew.

Can't use anyone from the Nobles.

They'll stay with me once Limehouse is gone,
but they won't go against him directly.

Don't tell me you want me
to call Rodney, man.

- No. No. No.
- That's the last thing I want.

We're gonna need someone
with particular skills.

Sounds to me
like you have someone in mind.

I do.

And I guarantee you ain't gonna like it.

His initials are "Boyd Crowder."