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Previously on justified...

Well, hello, Raylan! Winona!

Gary.

I just wanna let you know I'm planning
to show the house again tonight.

Well, that's fine, but you could
have told me that over the phone.

I love you.

And I do want you back.
Simple as that.

All right. So what is it?

We need to get a divorce.

You think he knows?

Don't worry about Boyd.

Kyle, what if he bails on us?

When he goes down in the mine,
we 7! Just blow him up.

Hands up, fool!
This is a robbery!

Boyd, put those
explosives in the brown bag.

You ready?

Hey, so long, there, Boyd!

I put a little cash on the emulex,
a little emulex on the cash,

and I made sure
that the blasting cap

went in their
packet and not mine.

I don't suppose any of that
money survived the blast.

There should be at least
$15,000 to $20,000 in there.

There's one more favor that I must
ask of you.

Ava, you can help me

or you can refuse.
Either way, I will understand.

But I'm gonna need to know
your answer right now.

Starke: Atf inquiry 2359826.
Interview with Boyd crowder.

All right, and it was
during that conversation

that Kyle made his first threats

against yourself
and Mrs. Crowder?

Boyd: Miss crowder.

Against yourself
and Ms. Crowder?

I believe we've already
waded through these waters.

Tell us again.

They showed up at the house,

said they were gonna Rob the
mine, said they needed a powderman.

Said if I didn't go along, they'd
put me and Ava in the ground.

Starke: So you never actually
heard Kyle make these threats.

Like I said,
I was already gone to work.

Meaning Boyd told
you what Kyle said.

Just like Boyd told you

that morning was the first time

he heard about
the plan to Rob the mine.

And it's not
possible that he lied.

Why would I lie?

Because if you can
prove you were coerced,

couldn't call the police
out of fear for your life,

then you're not
criminally responsible.

I think we're all growing tired
of this babe-in-the-woods act.

So I want you to
tell us right now

where the rest of the money is.

I thought it burnt up.

Some of it burned up.

Miss crowder, do you realize that we
could charge you with felony murder?

"Felony murder"?

Is that like "hot
lava" or "frozen ice"?

No, ma'am, felony murder means

if you knew the crime was
gonna be committed,

even if you didn't know
anyone was gonna die,

you're just as guilty
as if you pulled the trigger.

After everything
your brother put her through,

you really gonna let her spend
the rest of her life in prison for you?

You know, I was just wondering,

did she screw all your
relatives or just you two?

Now, sir, I know you have
an investigation to conduct,

but if you
disrespect Ava one more time,

I'm gonna come
across this table.

Chief, it seems clear to me

that Mr. Crowder just
threatened a federal officer.

And I would think that
that is reason enough

for you to take
him into custody.

Much as I might like
to personally throw

Mr. Crowder's ass
in a holding cell,

I think a threat
against a federal officer

would be a little more specific,

something more
along the lines of,

"if you disrespect
miss crowder again,

"I'll beat the ever-loving
shit out of you."

You gonna charge me?

I have to get my purse.

Okay.

Rawan. Boyd.

I am impressed. How is it
possible you're not in cuffs?

Well, when someone's threatening
a woman that you care deeply for,

there's no end to the lengths that
you will go to keep that woman safe.

Now, I seem to recall you being

in that situation
a time or two yourself.

In fact,

I seem to recall
you being in the

same situation
with the same woman.

Ain't that something?

Just tell me what you did, Gary.

I am trying to
tell you what I did,

if you would just
give me five minutes

to listen to me! Don't try
to tell me what you did.

Tell me what you did! You
don't even listen to me anyway.

I'm trying to find
a legitimate way for us

to get out of this
hole that we are in!

You either tell me or I'm
leaving. Where are you going?

You just wait five minutes
and let me talk to you

instead of getting
mad all the time?

Then talk to me, Gary!

I am trying to tell you
what I did, all right?

You put up our house as
collateral for a goddamn horse?

It is a champion arabian,
winona!

You're not listening
to a damn thing I've said!

After everything that has
happened, everything, Gary,

after everything that has
happened, you did that,

and you didn't
talk to me about it?

Well, where do I find you,
winona? Where do I find you, huh?

That's enough. Huh? What?

Oh, you're gonna walk out now?
I'm leaving.

You haven't even looked at
this, all right? I worked all...

Winona!

Winona: I missed you last night.

Last night, I was working late.

You should have called. I was up
half the night staring at the ceiling.

Thinking about what?

You think all I'm doing when I'm
lying in bed alone is thinking about you?

Not necessarily.

There was a good
five or six minutes

when I didn't
think about you once.

I have plenty of
other things on my mind.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact
that my soon-to-be second ex-husband

just remortgaged our
last asset to buy a horse.

It's not funny.

It's a little bit funny.

I'm sorry.

Look, I wish there was
something I could do.

Well, you could tell me
everything's gonna be okay.

I said, you could tell me
everything's gonna be okay.

I don't have a key to that.

What?

Only Weaver's got
a key to the cage.

Okay, so when I asked you
to let me into evidence,

you don't think maybe
that was a good time

to tell me you
didn't have a key to that?

Well, I thought you just meant
the evidence room, not the cage.

Since when do files
have to be put in the cage?

They're my transcripts
from the coal flyrock case.

Judge reardon's worried 'cause of
all the coverage and tempers are all...

So he's got you putting them in a
lockbox, guarded by an armed man?

Yeah. Seems excessive.

You think judge
reardon's excessive?

So we wait.

Sure Weaver will
be here any minute.

You don't have to go to work?

It's a circus up there.
Happy to avoid it.

You remember that night Gary was

waiting for you
outside your motel?

Did me touching you
just remind you of Gary?

No. No.

It reminded me of that night

when you told me
about the pregnant fugitive.

Just,
it got me wondering if maybe,

I don't know,
maybe we had changed.

Like maybe it doesn't have to
end the way it did the first time.

Two rocking chairs on the porch.

Bunch of little raylans
running around with toy guns.

Aren't you the one who said
it wouldn't be fair to have a kid

as long as every morning
I walked out the door

you felt like I
might never walk back in?

What if there
wasn't that chance?

Meaning what?

Meaning what if when
you walk through the door,

you weren't walking through
the door to come here?

And once again, we have silence.

Well, I guess things haven't
changed so much after all, have they?

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

Don't you ever wonder?

Sure. Yeah.

I wonder.

That'll be Weaver.

Charlie, Ms. Hawkins needs
to get in the cage.

Okay.

Main lockboxes are all
full up, but that's okay.

We got some old ones back here
don't get used anymore.

This is Weaver.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Atf. I know.

All right.

Oh, uh...

You mind taking it from here?

These are all marked.
I got to get to this.

Reception down here is for shit.

All right.
I'll just yell if I need you.

All right. I'll come shooting.

Okay. Okay.

Man: How are you doing, sir?

There you go.

Next.

Next in line. Next.

That's you, honey.

Robber 1:
Back away from the counter!

Anybody tries to trip the
silents gets a bullet for himself

and one for the guy next to him.

Everybody down!

Robber 2: Easy, son.

You don't want to die
for somebody else's money.

Get your ass away
from that phone! Ladies.

Everybody move around front.
Get your ass down!

Everybody on the floor!
Do it! Now!

All right. Wallets and
jewelry, people. Walk. Walk.

Robber 3: Yeah.

Robber 3: There you go.
Stay down!

Get your ass away from
that phone! Stay down!

Get the other end.

Hands face down in front of
you, away from your pockets!

Now... nice. Nice.

Oohl

well, ain't you a piece?

Flip over, darlin'.
Let's see what you got.

What else you got
worth taking, huh?

Open your hand. Open it.

Open your hand.

Other one.

I won't ask again. I'll just break
your fingers. Robber 2: It's time.

Let's go. Yeah. Thatagirl.

Come on, man, let's go!

Come on, man!

Let's go, fellas. Time to go.

I don't get it.

All the times I ran
you through how to act...

I told you, it was instinct.

What to do if a guy
breaks into your home,

what to do if a guy grabs
you on the street, what to do...

Looks like there's a lot of
drama going on in there.

If a guy with
a gun wants your shit,

you give it to him double-quick.

You don't look him in the eye.

Raylan, I'm fine.

Art looks spun up, though. Did
he see something on the video?

Apparently he
recognized one of them.

Which one?

Frank reasoner, the old
guy with the oxygen tank.

Turns out 30 years ago he
was on the ten most wanted list.

For what, robbing banks?

Apparently a lot of them.

Got a place in Miami,
one in Bahamas.

Used to fly himself back
and forth in his own king air.

What's he been doing
for the past 30 years?

He's been doing 30 years.

Really? Mmm-hmm.

Got compassionate parole
back in June, emphysema.

Wasn't supposed to
make it six months.

Oh, I thought that oxygen
thing was just for show.

Stopped checking in with
his p.O. Officer a month ago.

So he's our fugitive.

What about the other two?

Haven't ld'd them yet.

The one who
kicked me in the face.

If you get the chance,
shoot him in the nuts.

I ought to hear this.

Frankel: Mrs. Reasoner, I
hope you're not trying to deny

that your husband is
the man in that video.

No, I'm not.

I mean, it looks like him.
It's just...

I don't see how that's possible.

No? You don't see how it's
possible a guy could get out of prison,

go back to committing the
same crime he went away for?

Frank was a model inmate. He
preached at the prison church.

Mrs. Reasoner, yeah,
we read the parole report.

How's he been since his
release? What's he been like?

We've been living a simple life.

Frank's a Deacon
at calvary baptist.

When he's not there, he spends
most of his time on a computer.

His condition doesn't let him
do much physically.

He plays video games.

He uses the interweb to look
up news about his old friends.

He even taught himself
how to use the video chat

so we could talk
with the grandkids.

Mrs. Reasoner, do you recognize
either of the other two men in the video?

I don't think so.

Maybe they forced him to join
them. You know, like in that movie.

Maybe.

Although the man in the video
looks like a willing participant.

Jenny, does frank have any
big bills lately that you know about,

any big expenditures
or maybe medical bills?

No. What if
something happened to...

I don't know, his mind, you
know, his brain because of oxygen?

You know,
because of the emphysema.

Look at that shit.
Look at that. Look at that.

Frank, you see this?
You kidding?

Get out of here.

Smell that. Smell that.
Now add in versailles.

We're not going to versailles.

What are you talking about?
You always said pull another job,

doubles your money,
keeps the law scrambling.

I also said only shoot
when you have no other choice.

I heard you tell that old boy
move and he'd get shot.

Well, he moved.

And what about that girl that
you stroked and then drop-kicked?

Frank,
she was holding out on us.

She's lucky I didn't
shoot her in the face.

Bobby, I could never pull a job

with a man I can't
trust to hold himself.

Frank, just hold on a second.
He's... you know what?

You don't have to
beg him for shit, okay?

You and I will do the
versailles job on our own. Right?

Who knows?

It might even be a blessing
not having this old iunger along.

Ain't that right?

Frank. Frank. Frank.

Frank. What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing, frank?

I got you figured.

You did most of your growing up

in those juvie-detention
gladiator schools.

Bobby: Didn't mean no harm.
He's just talking.

I guess Bobby
didn't tell you I was

the bench-press
champion at lewisburg.

The next time you
make me raise my voice,

I'm gonna take this oxygen tank,

and I'm gonna beat
your ass to death with it.

Frank!

Yep. That's him. Who is he?

Bobby green, carjacker.

Did a few years at lewisburg
when reasoner was there.

Still nothing on the guy
who stomped on my face?

We figure he's
a friend of green's.

Howdy.

What's that?

Serial numbers from the bills
they took out of the cash drawer.

We red-flag them,
then if they spend them

anywhere that uses the database,

we do what we do.

Oh, I know. Big brother, right?

You don't really expect
to catch them that way.

No. Lag time's too long.

Most places don't scan
more than once a day.

By the time we get a hit,
the perp's usually long gone.

So it's really just red
tape for the bank, then.

Actually, it's mostly for the secret
service. You ever hear of superdollars?

Uh-uh.

It's counterfeit
hundreds from North Korea.

Whole treasury
department's obsessed.

You believe they make us scan
every bill that goes into evidence?

Huh.

Pain in the ass.

Deputy gutterson,
I hope you're not suggesting

that protecting the integrity
of our national currency

is a waste of
your valuable time.

No, ma'am,
nothing I'd rather be doing.

Hmm.

I think I have a problem.

Okay, now,
I want you to tell me again.

Ijust_ notyet

okay. Now.

I just wanted to
make sure it was real.

Wanted to make
sure it was real. Yeah,

otherwise it's not worth the
headache and all the paperwork

and besides, I was gonna
put it back, and then all the...

Okay, wait. Let me
just make sure I got this.

You took one bill, and you
wanted to make sure it was real.

But then you're standing in line at
the bank, you come to your senses.

So you start to leave, but frank
reasoner and his boys take it off you.

I don't need you to tell me
I did a stupid thing, Raylan.

I know I did a stupid thing.

What I need you to tell me is
how big of a deal it's gonna be

when you catch these guys

and run those bills through
the federal reserve database

and one of them pops because it's
supposed to be in the evidence cage.

It's one bill.
It's a clerical error.

Worst-case scenario,
they come to look for it.

"They"?
Is "they" the secret service?

'Cause I heard Tim
mention something about that.

Yeah.

Tim: Raylan, is that you? Yeah!

Chief wants you. Right now?

Reasoner's trying to
get a hold of his wife.

Okay.

Tell him I'm coming.

Do you really
think there's a chance

they'll just ignore it, though?

I got to go.

This guy texts his wife, tell
her he wants to video-chat.

When he went away,
no one had heard of

a computer you could
fit in your living room.

Where are we, Chris?

Thirty seconds.

Art, I need a word.

As you can see, Raylan, we're
kind of busy at the moment.

If we get a line on these guys,

can I be the first
through the door?

Why? 'Cause of that whack
that punk gave your ex-wife?

Yeah.

For god's sakes, Raylan.

I'm not gonna let you
be on the entry team.

But I'll let you be
there when it goes down.

And then maybe you can make
sure the guy whacks his head

when you put him in the car.

Yeah. Happy?

Ready, chief. All right,

let's go,
Mrs. Reasoner, right here.

Honey?

I'm here, Jenny.

Where are you?

I'm at the break room at work.

Frank, please come home.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Well, I don't
understand why you're doing it

this way. Why don't you just...

I need to talk to
whoever's in charge.

I imagine we 're
talking marshals

'cause I'm violating
my compassionate parole.

But maybe it's the FBI.

Which... anyway, whichever
one of you's in charge,

I need you to get on the line.

Chief deputy art mullen,
Mr. Reasoner.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I love you, Jen.

But now I need you to go outside

so I can have
a word with the chief.

Right this way, Mrs. Reasoner.

Is she gone?

Just you and me.

Thirty guys in the next room?

Mr. Reasoner, let's talk about
how we can end this business

without anybody
else getting hurt.

First of all, you saw the video.

You saw I never intended
for anyone to be hurt.

Well, we saw that it was the
kid that stomped the woman

and that did the shooting.

But you're the one
who brought him along.

Wasn't my first choice.
I can promise you that.

So he was a friend
of Bobby green's?

You boys work fast.

Yeah.

Bobby don't have
the best taste in friends.

But he's a good boy.

Only way I'm coming in

is if you'll
promise to go easy on him.

Well, that's a question
for the us attorney,

but I'm sure that we
can work something out.

What about
the other one, the friend?

Like I said, he's not my friend.

You know, it was me that was
chasing you back in the day.

I thought maybe collaring you
would make my name.

Is that a fact? Mmm-hmm.

I missed you by about an hour
at that flophouse in Memphis.

You remember that?

The one with
the blessed virgin wallpaper.

And the plastic drapes.

So that was you.

Well,
it looks like the good lord

is handing you a second chance.

I'm just waiting for the good
lord to tell me where to go.

You know, I was planning on
getting a good haul

and getting it to
Jenny on the sly

and keep pulling jobs till I
went out in a Blaze of glory.

Kept saying I wasn't gonna
let myself die on a ventilator

in some hospital room.

Mr. Reasoner...

Tates creek bridge.

Two hours.

We have what we need?

We'll have cars on either side of
the bridge, plus Tim will be setup.

You got a spot picked out?

There's a big rise next to
the road on the north side,

makes kind of
a natural bird's nest.

All right.

This guy kind of sounded like he
might want to go out in a Blaze of glory.

Suicide by cop? Saving
himself from dying in prison?

So be ready for that.

Always.

The tech tell you how long
it'd take to trace that video call?

Toolong.

Must be why he used it.

Something not
sitting right with you?

You really think
he's gonna be there?

No.

How long would it take us to
get up on reasoner's computer?

I'll get right on it.

Now are you sure you don't want

to be the one
wearing this, you know?

Maybe go out with a bang.

Shit, could be your ticket
to a paradise full of virgins.

We ready to go?

Five by five.

You know...

Frank, frank,
what are you doing? Okay.

On second thought,

beating your ass to death is
a little ambitious health-wise.

Are we really gonna do
this again, man? Okay.

But on the bright side,
you get to go out with a bang.

Now, give my
regards to the virgins.

Oh, god...

I can't decide if I
should beat you to death

or leave you drowning in
the air like a landed fish!

You know what? Shit.

On second thought... no.

Carter, come on, man.
We've got to go.

That armored car
gets there before we do,

put the money behind the
time lock, we're shit out of luck.

Art:
How's our man-power situation?

Down to the felt.

FBI's got the whole office in
the field. We're down to three.

Including me?

Fouh

sorry about that. Yeah.

You get into
reasoner's hard drive?

What am I, an asshole?

Chris created a mirror thing...

Mirror drive.

Mirror drive of
reasoner's computer.

And we've been
through everything

but the games.
Haven't found shit.

Not even porn?

Well, we haven't found shit that
would tell us where he might be.

Chief,
we just got an anonymous call

saying Bobby green and
somebody named Carter Hayes

just walked into first
cumberland in versailles.

Special agent davi,
special agent burnes.

You're givens? Yep.

They only sent one of you?

One riot, one ranger.

Meaning you guys
think the call's bogus?

Meaning we're
spread so thin right now,

there's no one else
left in the office.

What'd you see?

Well,
I didn't get a good visual,

but the patrons I
did see looked calm.

Last time, they waited in
line, cased the place first.

Basically somebody needs to
go in there casual and take a look.

I'll do that.

The old man's our fugitive,
right?

Well, we'll cover the perimeter
in case you need backup.

Sounds like a plan.

Son of a bitch.

Gentlemen, keep your hands
where I can see them.

Nice and easy.

Are you all by yourself,
marshal?

Everybody on the ground!
This is a robbery!

Slowly! Slowly!

I hope you're not counting on
your grandpa to give you backup.

We might have to take him
to hell slightly before his time.

Where's frank?

He was holding us up.

We left him at the hotel, dying.

Then who tipped
us you were here?

Son of a bitch.

What?

Car's gone.

It got stolen?

Hey,
dumb shit, where's the money?

In the car?

Marshal, it's like this.

We're waiting for
the armored car

to get here from
the keeneland racetrack.

Now, it appears to be running
just a couple minutes late,

but when it gets here,
we're gonna

take our money
and be on our way.

Otherwise,

I'm gonna have to huff and puff.

Okay.

Okay.

Clearly, you're the smart one.

I'm hoping you
know what to do now.

And you're the one who kicks
innocent women in the face.

You mean that girl
from this morning?

She didn't seem so innocent.

Does she taste as
good as she looks?

You know where
I'm from, asshole?

Harlan county.

Down there,
we know the difference

between dynamite
and road flares.

Okay, boys, this is a
bank robbery. It's all yours.

Great. Okay.

Art: Mr. Reasoner.

Guess you didn't believe
I was giving myself up.

Hell, no one did.

But I also didn't believe all
that "Blaze of glory" bullshit.

Found all those flight
simulators on your computer,

and then I remembered that you
used to own a plane back in the day.

Figured you were
re-familiarising.

I wouldn't do that.

Unless you're rethinking
that "Blaze of glory."

Remember I used to teach
firearms back at glynco.

That why you came out here
all by your lonesome?

'Cause you wanted to give me
the chance to high-noon it?

No, I came out
here all by lonesome

'cause everybody
at the office is out

fooling around with
Bobby green at the bank

and that guy with the bomb vest.

Was that your plan, send them
there and then dime them to us?

Now, reasoner,

my knees are not gonna
hold up to a foot chase.

If you run, I'm gonna
put a bullet in that tank.

You remember the end of jaws?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

Reasoner, don't...

Oh, shit. Asshole.

God damn it.

Reasoner, stop!

Damn!

That shit really necessary?

Bet you wish you'd quit
smoking now. Shit'll kill you.

You got a family, chief?

Yep. Waiting on
our third grandchild.

You love your wife?

Most of the time.

Me, too.

But when you start
staring down that barrel,

you start thinking of all
the lives you never lived.

Where were you headed?

Little fishing village
outside puerto vallarta.

To live out my days
in a hut on the beach

drinking beer, mescal,

and getting
blowjobs from hookers.

You really think your
ticker's up for all that?

I was willing to give it a try.

Come on, chief.

There's room for both of us.

I reckon I'd
better stay around here.

Well, you were right.

'Course I was right.

I'm wondering if we should
be worried how sure you were

he was planning to just take
off and give everyone the finger.

Ask me again in 20 years.

Whoa. Wait a second.

When did you get those?

Oh, a couple days ago.

My wife kept complaining
that I couldn't hear her,

and I decided to
get them anyway.

You need me to carry that?

Kiss my ass. Seriously,

you want me to take
it into the office,

scan the money for you,
it's not a problem.

Yeah, that'd be good.

I'm gonna get on home, start
pricing some flights to puerto vallarta.

How are we?

Hello to you, too.

Come on, Raylan.
I've been climbing the walls.

Fifteen years ago, the fed
redesigned the hundred,

changed the colours,
made the portrait bigger.

If your bill was in
the cage 20 years,

that means it was
printed before that,

so I went through
every hundred in that bag,

and these are the only ones
where the portrait is still small.

So if the bill you took was in
the bag, it has to be one of these.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Hurts still?

Only when I breathe.

You know we're gonna have
to talk about it, sooner or later.

I know.