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Previously on Justified...

Devil, whatever led you
to believe that you could pull this off?

Wait!

Don't know why we're out here

instead of just tossing this traitor
in a slurry pond.

Devil was a friend before he became a traitor.

Arlo!
Did you take your meds today?

Arlo?

Now, what I'd like to do is create a diversion.
Say, blow up a car.

What if when that car blows up,
there's a man inside?

And say that man had brilliant blue eyes?

And a big, stupid baby head?

Now, right out there in that truck, I got a box
full of Emulex with a cell-phone detonator.

I believe I know how to blow up a car.

Now, you tell me you got Boyd and Quarles
all wrapped up in a pretty little bow.

Fantastic.
In the meantime,

not a day passes federal boots
aren't on the ground in Nobles Holler,

until I get what I want.

What in the hell you doing here?

Coming out slowly.

Now.

Drop your weapon, or I will shoot.

- Tom.
- Quarles did it. Quarles shot him.

I've had troopers canvassing the whole town.
And so far, no reports of the suspect.

We've got our best trackers coming in,
with K-9 and air support.

Daylight comes, we'll find Quarles.

How is he?

He didn't make it.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Chief Deputy Art Mullen.

He coded. They kept working his heart.
Took him directly into surgery, but...

He conscious on the drive over?

He didn't confirm it was Quarles
who shot him, if that's what you're thinking.

I'm guessing this Quarles hasn't been found,

or I would have heard it on the radio.

Our Fugitive Task Force
is on its way over here.

Crowder's awake.

- Then what happened?
- Well, I don't know,

because I was unconscious at the time.

I already told you.
It was Quarles that shot the trooper.

Shut up, Johnny. He ain't talking to you.

Look, Raylan. You want to talk to me,
you gonna have to stand in line.

It seems like I'm the most popular
man in this room tonight.

If it's all the same to all concerned, I thought
I might just jump to the front of the line.

I'm pretty much done.

Raylan.

Raylan, I hope you have enough respect

for my capabilities to know
that I would not blow up a car

- that I'm standing next to.
- Who, then?

Wynn Duffy.
Does that name mean anything to you?

- Put a BOLO out.
- Large RV, registered to Wynn Duffy Security.

I'm looking for Boyd and Johnny.
You let me in.

Hey, Givens.

It's all right. Let him in.

What the hell you doing here?

I heard that a cop in a hat got shot.

Guess it wasn't you.

No. I'm fine.

I can see that.

Am I done here? I got a family member
that's concerned about me.

- We're done.
- I want to talk to you.

Wondered what the hell happened to you.

Yeah?

That's funny. I wanted to ask you
the same question.

You pulled a gun on Ava.
You stick her in the cellar.

- What the hell were you thinking?
- Wasn't my idea. I had to do it.

- To shut her up.
- To shut who up? Ava?

No, no. Not Ava. I just...

Something had to be done, and I did it.

You haven't been taking your medication,
have you?

- I've been trying, but...
- Sit down.

She hides them where I can't find them.

- Who? Helen?
- That's right.

Thinks it's funny,
watch an old man chase around his pills.

I took care of business.
That's all you need to know.

I want you to take one of these pills.

In front of me. Go on.

Hey, Marshal. That your guy over there?

I appreciate this.

What are they doing?

I just need five minutes with the one, Duffy.

Let's go.

Why don't we just start
with you telling me what you know?

Was it Quarles? Where is he?

You blew up the car.
You must have been close.

Did you see who killed the trooper?

You don't want to tell me,
I'll just assume it was you.

- What do you know?
- What do I...

What I know is, we were on our way...

Mike and I were on our way
to midnight mass,

and apparently,
we were exceeding the speed limit,

because these gentlemen pulled us over.

Yeah, and they pulled this off of you.

I have a permit for that in my other pants.

You remember the pawn shop owner
you sent after me?

Glen Fogle?

God rest his soul.

Had a little game he liked to play
with his flunkies. Are you familiar?

- Remind me.
- I ask you a question.

You answer truthfully,

or I pull the trigger.

You understand?

It seems simple enough.

You have any questions?

- What are you doing?
- Is that your question?

You think you can make me talk?

- That's your choice.
- Or you're gonna shoot me?

There's a five out of six chance I won't.

- Bullshit.
- Where's Quarles?

- Kiss my ass.
- Jesus!

Christ!

There are cops outside!

- That's right. They're outside.
- You're a cop!

Deputy US Marshal.

Raylan, you just can't come in here and
shoot me because you feel like it!

Why not?

Isn't that the way you guys do it?

Isn't that why Tom Bergen's dead,

why his wife and children are grieving?

So, you know what?

- Now we're gonna play by your rules.
- Raylan.

- Where's Quarles?
- I don't know!

Jesus! Stop it!

- What is wrong with you?
- You want me to stop?

- Tell me the truth.
- How can I tell you what I don't know?

Start with telling me what you do know.

Okay. Just give me a minute.

- No.
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Okay! What do I know?
What do I know? I know that...

I know that Limehouse set this all up!

I know that Quarles likes young boys.

Who do you think called in
the Brady Hughes tip? Me!

I know that he wants you dead,
and he probably wants me dead, too.

And, yes, I tried to blow him up in his car!

And then I drove away! That's what I know!

That's it?

That is all I know!

- You don't know where he is?
- I don't know where he is!

Okay.

I believe you.

Jesus Christ!

Well, you invited me here.

Should I be expecting an apology?

I got an idea you were not entirely happy
with my services.

I am returning your deposit.

Duly witnessed.

There's even a little interest in there.

You really think this
concludes our business?

I do.

Now, we can both walk away
with what we got,

or we can have it out right now.

Although you are traveling a little light.
I don't see Devil back there,

gun pointed at me, finger on the trigger.

Well, I guess we best both sleep
with one eye open.

I always do.

Want me to make that call?

Not yet.

You screwed up.

In what manner of speaking?

In a very serious manner.

I'm just trying to catch up here, Marshal.

You trying to say that
your big bust didn't work out?

A horsefly sneezes in these hills,
he knows about it beforehand,

but I'm to believe the car bomb and the
dead trooper down the road comes as news.

Well, now that you say it, I think I did hear
something about something like that.

Like we're talking about the weather.

What is tomorrow's weather forecast?

I reckon it's gonna be a beautiful day.

You are gonna spend it indoors.

Charged with accessory to murder.

- Now, hold on just a minute.
- You promised me Boyd.

You promised me Quarles,
and what I got was a dead cop.

I don't recall promising you donkey squat.

I just pointed out an opportunity, more like.

- Oh, is that right?
- That's right.

And what I'm hearing,
sounded like you screwed up.

- Excuse me?
- You screwed up.

You know how I know that?

'Cause one of yours is dead.

Think twice about your next move,
gentlemen.

- Mr. Givens?
- Deputy Marshal.

I ain't my father,
and I don't care to be confused with him.

I don't think you seeing
the big picture 'round here, Marshal.

Now, you boys know how to
get rid of blood and bones.

He shoots, you make sure nobody finds him.
None of him.

I want what you promised me.

I don't know if I can get you Quarles.

But I might could get you Boyd Crowder.

I'm listening.

Come on. Come on.

All the way to the hilltop up there.

Be on the lookout for Robert Quarles.

Suspect is a white male, 5'11",
180 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes.

Officers advised to
approach with extreme caution,

as suspect is armed and dangerous.

Clear.

Come on. Come on.

That helicopter again.

Hey, I told y'all I heard something explode
last night. You didn't believe me, though.

Night before that,
you were telling us you heard a bear.

Oh, yeah, and just how do you know
it wasn't a bear, pudknocker?

Hey. I don't like that kind of talk.

Gosh. Can't believe I slept through all that.

Mom, you don't sleep. You hibernate.

Oh, funny. Hey, you dropped something.

Nice.

I get bit by a copperhead, it's on you.

Maybe I'll get eaten by that bear Mitch heard.
How would that be?

Mom?

I'm guessing you got the keys, sport.

Shelby, my friend.
To what do we owe the honor?

- We need to talk, you and me.
- That sounds ominous.

You only been on the job one day.

You're already calling in an official capacity?

Not exactly. You alone?

Well, I can be.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

All right, Shelby. You got me alone.

Well, it's not good.

Well, let's hear it.

A warrant popped.

I made a couple of calls.

Best I could find out,

the US Marshals believe you put a body
in the ground some nights past.

Where was I supposed to have done this?

Out by Black Lick Creek.

Anything else?

They're watching your house.
That's why I didn't come in person.

They didn't call in my office.
They just called the state troopers.

On account of our relationship.

Well, where do things stand, Shelby?

Well, they're gonna pick you up
if they find the body.

How much time I got?

They're still digging, last I heard.

Half hour. Less.

Listen, Boyd.

You saved my life,

and then you pulled me off the
ash heap, gave me a second chance.

But now, I believe we're square.

Good luck.

"Trust Jesus."

So.

You folks on vacation?

We were at a rock festival.

Christian rock.

I like that.

Good place to bond over.

What's your name, son?

- Pete.
- Pete.

- Your brother's name?
- He's Mitch.

You don't say much, Mitch, do you?

That's okay. I get it.

Look, you boys are lucky.
You get to spend time with your mom.

I didn't get to spend much time with mine.

She died when I was pretty young.

Speaking of which, where's Dad?

We're divorced.

Ma'am, if you don't mind,
I'm gonna borrow your phone.

I need to make a call. Now, Pete,
don't do anything stupid, 'cause remember,

I've got a gun pressed to your mother's back.

Put Theo on the phone.

Put him on the phone!

Bobby Quarles.

You're shitting me.

Bobby. What a surprise.

Oh, hi, Theo.

I guess it wasn't my time yet.
Somebody upstairs likes me.

Oh, that's a great movie.

One of Newman's finest performances.

You know, just thinking about it
makes me want to watch it again.

Lanny, do me a favor. Go get my copy of
Somebody Up There Likes Me.

- It should be in with the classics.
- Theo.

Theo!

Okay. I'm back.

Theo, I want to come home.

You want to come home?

Yes. Name the price.

Home. Hold on.

Hey, Lanny. Lanny, forget about it.

It's not here. It's at home, in Detroit.

- What?
- I'm sorry, Bobby.

I'm at the California house.

Okay, so, here's the deal.

You owe me $250,000.

- I'm gonna need that paid back in full.
- Okay.

And Sammy's gonna need something
for pain and suffering.

Pain and suffering?

You pointed a gun in his face, Bobby.

Actions have consequences.

Okay. How much?

- Double it.
- That's $500,000.

That'll get you home.

That's a lot of money, Theo.

Well, you're lucky it's not more.
You know why?

- No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me why.
- You disgust me, Bobby.

What you've become.

I don't want you part of the outfit anymore.

I'll let you get things
straight with your family.

You come up with the money,
you can come home.

I will come up with the money.

What was Shelby calling about?

State troopers are digging up Devil.

- What?
- Said I was the one who put him there.

Was there a witness?

Wasn't any witness.

This come from Limehouse.

Well, now, how the hell
would you know that?

Last night on the bridge,

he asked where Devil was just so I'd know.

Well, he couldn't have known.

He could if somebody told him.

Only people know anything about that
are in this room.

Well, it wasn't me.

And I know it wasn't Ava.

You can go to hell, Boyd.

I'm the one that tipped you off to Devil
in the first place.

Arlo, what about you?

You said anything to anybody

about anything?

No.

Nothing, Boyd.

Unless...

- Unless what?
- Not sure.

Might have said something to Helen.

Women don't know how to keep a secret.

Holy shit.

Arlo.

- I'm sure I didn't.
- Except you're not sure.

What the hell we gonna do?

Okay, wait. What were they looking for?

What evidence can we get rid of?

Honey, there's a Kentucky State Police

and a US Marshal sitting in their car
at the end of this driveway.

Now, we light out of here,
start trying to hide evidence,

we're just as likely to lead them to it.

- There's got to be something that we can do!
- Johnny, you watch Arlo.

Come on.

Boyd, please.

You can't just sit here. You got to run.

There ain't nowhere for me to go.

They would always know that
I would come back to you.

It's not how it's supposed to happen,

without no warning.

We need more time. I want more time.

Now, we didn't invent the rules, baby.

We just got to play by them.

Now.

All right, Pete. Pull up over here. Right here.

That's it. Nice and easy. Good boy.

Nice and easy. Good boy.

All right, Mom. What do you say we get out
and stretch our legs?

I'm fine.

Get out.

I'm getting out. Just don't...
Point the gun at me, not them, okay?

- Go.
- No! No! No! No!

- Pete, I'm not gonna say it again.
- No, don't do this.

- Go!
- Take me! Leave them!

Come on.

Pete, stop the car!

- Mom!
- It's gonna be okay, Mitch.

Stop the car, Pete! Mom!

Did I tell you boys I have a son of my own?
Yeah. He's about your age.

Boyd, they're here.

Arlo, you mind letting them in?

Sorry we didn't call first.

Boyd Crowder, you are under arrest for the
murder of one Derrick Lennox, AKA Devil.

You have the right to remain silent.

I'll assert that right
and the one about the lawyer.

Fair enough.

You mind telling me
how you turned this thing federal?

State police invited us
to be part of a task force,

due to local law-enforcement
corruption and the like.

You process me through Lexington,

you show the whole world there's no way
Deputy Givens and I could be in cahoots.

You're not as dumb as you look.

I like the use of the word cahoots, though.

Raylan, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

How I treated you when you were a boy.

Okay.

Not an easy thing for me to say.

- No, I figured not.
- But she insisted.

I know she was your favorite.

Gave you Ale-8s and MoonPies,

let you watch TV till your eyes rotted out.

But you don't know how she can nag.

You talking to Helen again?

She does all the talking.

Raylan, woman just flagged down
a KSP trooper.

Said that she and her two boys
had been carjacked

by a man that fits Quarles' description.

Thanks, Arlo.

Johnny!

Yeah?

We're gonna figure this out.

Who is?

- We are. You and me.
- Okay.

First off, someone's gonna pay.

Damn straight.

You got any ideas?

I say we start with Ellen May.

Ellen May?

Yeah. You don't know? Dickie Bennett,
he was in there to see her just yesterday.

Dickie Bennett?

That's what the girls told me.
He was in there,

pressing her for information,
and you know how those girls talk, Ava.

That place is turning into a sieve.

Even if that's true, Ellen May don't know shit.

She knows Arlo.

- Did he tell you who he called?
- No.

Was he talking to a man or a woman?

- Man's voice. It was kind of loud.
- Did they argue?

- No. Theo. I think he said Theo.
- Theo Tonin.

He said he wanted to come home.

He said he wanted to come home?

Yes. He said, "Name your price,"
and the man said, "$500,000."

Ms. Jenson, Deputy Brooks
is gonna take you

to see the folks at victim services, all right?

Yes, but listen to me.
Please, you have to know.

This is the only family that I have.

We are going to find your boys, Ms. Jenson.

- Home is Detroit, right?
- Yes, it is.

And with her boy driving, he's probably
blown through the roadblocks already.

Boys, we need to pull up stakes here
and shift everything north!

Tim, call Air Ops.
Tell them we're widening the search.

- Art. He said he needed money.
- What?

Yeah. $500,000.

He ain't got that kind of money.

Well, maybe he's gonna rob liquor stores
on his way to Michigan.

I need every file you've got on him.

That means go back to the office.

- Yes, it does.
- Art!

Not now, Raylan! Just do it!

- Givens.
- Marshal?

- Yeah. Who's this?
- This is Mitch.

Mr. Quarles says to do exactly
what I say or he'll kill me.

Okay.

Now get in your car.

Put your phone on speaker.

- Put your phone on speaker.
- And set it on the seat next to you.

And set it on the seat next to you.

If you talk to anyone or do anything stupid...

I will kill you.

He'll kill me.

Come on.

Mr. Quarles.

Looking a little worse for wear, there.

Well, I didn't have a chance to pretty myself
up for you there, Raylan.

You don't by chance
have an ibuprofen on you, would you?

No? Okay.

I'll just have your gun
and your phone, please.

The way this works is

you give up these boys, I give you my gun.

How about you give me the gun
and I don't kill the boys?

Boys for my gun.

That's cute.

Now drop your gun and
your phone and take five steps back.

Now.

Attaboy.

Mitch, go pick it up.

Go ahead, son.

Now get in the van.

Move!

Just so we're clear, I'm gonna want that back.

Is that so?

Wait a second.

This one?

That one you can keep.

Well, thank you very much.

Let's get my money.

Boy, you work like you eat.

Yeah, you don't leave nothing undone.

Just how I do things.

And I appreciate that.

Now, I need to have a word with Errol.

How about if I take this home?

How'd that be?

You are one of the few folk 'round here

that's got a thing for pig tongue.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I dress it up in mustard seed,

soak it in cider to sweeten the taste.

Then I put a little vinegar
just to soften the texture,

and it just sits right there, just sits.

Till you come 'round.

You used to send plates
home to me when I was a boy.

That's right.

Your daddy would set it aside
when we butchered together.

Yep. End of the day, "Lime!"

Your daddy called me "Lime."

"You want to fix some of this here up
so I can take it home to little Errol?"

I'd fix it up, too.

Yeah.

I don't know what I'm gonna do

once you are gone,
I guess I'll take it off the menu.

Sir?

Well, Boyd Crowder, he's in jail,

and Mr. Quarles is on the run.

Every lawman in Kentucky's hunting him.

Yes, sir.

My work is done.

And now we are done.

You and me.

- Mr. Limehouse...
- I want you to pack your things,

and you get out of Nobles Holler before dark.

But why?

- Yeah.
- What in the hell were you thinking?

You gonna have to be more specific.
I got a lot on my plate right now.

Calling in about Devil.

Boyd goddamn nearly figured out
where that came from.

But he didn't, did he?

Because I got lucky.
I laid it off on Arlo and one of Ava's girls.

Well, maybe it was luck.

Maybe it was providence.

Now, you been wanting
Boyd Crowder out the way

ever since he got you gutshot.

Now it's done.

Yeah, maybe.

But you and me, we are not done.

- Enjoy it all you can.
- Come on. Yeah!

Yeah!

You like that.

What the hell?

I'm gonna need you to get out. Now!

What did I do?

- Would you get out of here?
- I already paid her!

- I got your money, okay?
- Ellen May.

What you doing talking to Dickie Bennett?

- What do you mean? Hey, I got you!
- She still owes me.

Sweetheart.

I know he was here.
Now, what I want is the truth.

- Only for a few minutes.
- What did he want?

To talk about Limehouse.

- Have you seen my scar?
- Of course.

That man stood in my kitchen!

He shot me in my chest!

I know. I told him he shouldn't be here,
but he just wouldn't listen.

No!

What did you tell him?

Just to talk about Limehouse and find out
where he put his money under the church.

What did you say about Devil?

Devil? I didn't...
I didn't say anything about Devil.

You told Dickie something
he took back to Limehouse.

- No! No!
- Arlo told you something!

You've been working
with Limehouse himself!

- I don't know!
- I've been loyal!

To who?

Look, if I wanted to do wrong by you,
there are things I could say.

You don't threaten me.

And you don't talk to anybody
about anything!

I'm sorry.

Right up here. Easy, easy, easy.

That's it. Stop right there.

Now, take your cuffs

and cuff Pete to the steering wheel. Good.

Mitch, come on.

Hands up, Raylan. Let's go.

Out. Come.

Mr. Limehouse!

Get in there. Move.

Marshal.

- And company.
- Things didn't go as planned,

- or at least not as discussed.
- Stopped by for a favor.

A favor?

You done lost your damn mind.

Mr. Quarles decided
he wants to go home now.

I want to go home.

Well, is there something I can do
to help speed you on your way?

He needs a little traveling money.

How much?

A half million.

Then we'll get out of your hair.

A half million ain't
getting-out-your-hair money.

That's fighting money.

- What kind of collateral you got?
- You're looking at it.

Oh, so I pay or you kill the marshal?

Yeah. Well, no. First, I'll kill the kid,
and then I will kill the marshal.

Well, no offense, but
not my people, not my problem.

Well, then I'm gonna kill you.

You do, there'll be a dozen armed men
out there before you can turn around,

- as the marshal can attest.
- I can.

Yes, but then you would be dead.

Okay, then.

So, we all know where we stand, don't we?

Okay. Look.

Ellstin, you been saying
you just want to be left alone.

Well, I figure this gets it done.

Come on, Ellstin. You can do it.

Steady. I've got the gun.

Oh, shit, it's a piggy bank!

Son, grab that bucket and fill it up.

Marshal, you are
one strange piece of chicken.

One day, you about to tear
my whole world apart over a dead trooper.

Next day, you giving all this money
to the man that killed him.

Wait.

Wait a second.
You think that I killed the trooper?

Who did?

Who killed him?

Your old man.

Arlo. Hey.

Let's go. Hey. Wake up.

- Wake up.
- What's the matter?

Let's go. Come on.

Is that you, son?

You got clothes on under there?

- I don't know.
- Come on. Get up.

Let's get you dressed.

What's going on?

Raylan.

They're gonna take you
in the conference room, Arlo.

Not like I got a choice.

I'll be there momentarily.

Thought you might be interested.

One of the weapons
that you pulled off of Quarles

turned out to be a match for the gun
that killed Gary Hawkins.

That's nice.

- You don't sound very surprised.
- Kind of had a hunch.

Are you okay?

Could use a little sleep.

Well, we'll handle the interview.

Public defender's already here.
Why don't you go home?

Think it's true, what they say?

Well, what do they say?

One bad apple spoils the barrel.

Well, Raylan, even in a little town like Harlan,

I think the apple barrel is obsolete.

But the expression ain't,
'cause of the truth contained therein.

You trying to tell me
we ain't talking about apples?

- What's Arlo doing here?
- Likely killed Tom Bergen.

- Who told you that?
- Don't matter. He doesn't deny it.

Since he's part of your crew,
shouldn't be too tough to tie you into it.

Add that to whatever
you're gonna get for Devil,

and I don't suppose
I'll be seeing you again in 20 years.

That's the apple, the barrel, and the tree.

I've connected to Arlo

in ways I was never given a chance to do
with my own daddy.

He's not my crew, Raylan.

He's my family.

So long, Boyd.

We're just talking.

Well, we shouldn't be talking.

Based on the reports,
he's clearly non compos mentis.

Are you saying I'm crazy?

- That's not what I'm saying.
- I'm not crazy. I know what I done.

- What did you do?
- Don't answer that question, Mr. Givens.

First off, I killed that state trooper,
like you said.

- Tom Bergen.
- That's right.

- Mr. Givens, don't...
- Why?

I did it to protect Boyd.

Same reason I killed Devil.

Same reason you did what?

- I killed Devil.
- We are done here, Art. Now...

He was ready to take Boyd out,
and I took him out first.

- So, you killed Devil?
- That's right.

I can show you where they found the body.

I can even take you to the gun, if you want.

- Why did you do it?
- I did it to protect Boyd.

First, I killed Devil.

Then I killed the trooper.

I guess Art thought what Arlo had done
upset me in some way.

Could really only be expected.

Arlo's a criminal. Never been anything else.

Art offered me a drink.

I didn't need it, but took it anyway.

Then Boyd got his release.

I asked if he was proud,
letting a feeble old man take the fall for him.

Didn't seem to bother him none
one way or the other.

He just walked out of there,
happy as a preacher on Sunday.

So, then you came here,
asking for another drink you don't need.

Are you sure all your sister has is water?

I offered you milk and apple juice.

- Not even light beer?
- Raylan.

Why are you here?

I told you when I came in.

Just wondering how this was
all gonna work out.

So, you gonna stay here with your sister
until the baby's born?

Is that it?

I thought I might pat the belly,
see the latest sonogram.

Tell me a story about a man
getting his arm chopped off.

You know what they're saying at the office?

I "disarmed" him.

Pretty good.

- Yeah.
- Well...

It's getting late,
and I should let you get back to sleep.

- Apologize to your sister for me.
- I will.

Hey, Raylan.

Only thing I don't understand,

why did Art think you'd be upset?

I think it was why Arlo shot Bergen.

- Which was?
- He didn't know he was a state trooper.

Just saw a man in a hat,
pointing a gun at Boyd.

Man in a hat?

Yeah.