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Narrator:
Previously on justified...

The only thing that's gonna
save you right now is the truth.

The truth about
your mama's money.

Have you heard of
ellstin limehouse?

I'm the only one
he will give it to.

That money dies
right here with me.

Boyd instructed
that you burn the weed.

We ain't burning it.

Those were Boyd's orders.

Wade messer.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

So, how you been
keeping yourself?

Pretty good,
joined the marshals service.

Marshals service, huh? Boy,
I'd have never guessed that.

Whoo!

Right there. Nobody gonna
tell me that wasn't no base hit.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Deputy gutterson has
some questions for you.

As I recall, last time we met,

you told me next
conversation we had

wasn't gonna be a conversation.

This is
a different conversation.

You had a good thing
going here, Emmitt.

But you let go of the rope.

You know me now?

Yeah.

Ellstin: Sometime it come out
better than others, butwhen it do,

boy, it is a sweet, spicy, smoky,
juicy, tender piece of heaven,

if I do say so myself.

And despite all that,
I know it ain't good enough

for you to come
all the way out here,

alone, this time of night,
to have some.

I'm afraid you figured me out.

I ain't here for the barbecue.

Yeah, well, whatever reason,
it's nice to see you, Ava.

And you, Mr. Limehouse.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, you looking well.

Better than the last time
we saw each other, anyway.

You can bet that. Though you do
seem to be favoring that shoulder,

if I'm not mistaken.

You're not.

But it ain't because
of anything bowman did

if that's what you're thinking.

No. No. I heard what
happened to your husband.

Yeah, the paper said you
done it at the dinner table.

Shame of it was
wasting all that ham.

I was thinking the
shame of it was I wouldn't

be seeing you
around here anymore.

Well, that's sweet.

That, young lady, is the truth.

So, you got yourself
a new boyfriend yet?

Funny. That's actually
why I'm here.

I think you should meet.

That black bastard even twitches,
we gonna mow them all down.

Ellstin limehouse. Boyd crowder.

You boys play nice.

You know, my father
and then, you know,

like his father
before him and so on,

they always kept armed guard
on this bridge at all times.

Back then, it was
a necessary precaution.

I mean, not so much anymore,

though there are still those
who wish my people harm

and those who advocate
for the restoration

of white supremacy intheland.

You believe that?

I didn't come all the way
out here to discuss ideology.

I think maybe you best tell me
what you did come here to discuss.

Well, it has come
to my attention

that you are in
possession of something

that belonged to mags Bennett.

Now, if that were true,

what you know of me, you think I'd
be telling you other people's business?

Oh, not the living. No.

But poor mags is
now on the other side.

Yeah, well, some agreements
transcend the grave, Mr. Crowder.

Well, that's an agreement
that you made with mags,

but you continue to honor it
because of her son Dickie.

Now, it seems to me
that if Dickie

were to join mags
in the afterlife

that there would be no person
for that money to go to,

except maybe you and me.

I'm disappointed to hear
you say that, Mr. Crowder.

I was hoping that maybe you'd
come here to discuss other business.

Could you give
my regards to Arlo givens?

I believe last time I saw
him was on this very bridge.

Night.

To satiate my curiosity,

would you mind telling me
what other business

you think we might
have to discuss?

You know, I was figuring
maybe you need a little help

with your weed problem.

Arlo, just 'cause
you're an old man,

the only reason you're
not getting one of these.

Next time Ava
gives you an order,

like "burn the weed,"
you follow it.

Let's go.

J“ on this lonely road

j“ trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I'm fighting for my soul

j“ god get at your boy

j“ you try to bogard
fall back, lgo hard

j“ on this lonely road
trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I see them long,
hard times to come j“

It's got two sinks.

I heard about that.

Double-bowl vanity.

That's what they called it.

That's fancy.

Figure that,
separate commode area,

Could add three, four years

onto our relationship.

Givens.

Hey, Raylan. It's Tom Bergen.

You just said "commode,"
didn't you?

I thought it sounded
better than "crapper."

You doing anything right now?
No. Nothing.

Wade messer's been spotted.

We 're setting up a road block.

I can give you the location.

Yeah. Just text it to me.

I can be there in an hour.

You're not gonna see
the house, are you?

Not immediately.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I just have to...

You don't have to apologize.

It's your job. Go do your job.

Raylan: You like these guys
for how many armed robberies?

We're looking at
them for, like, 12.

Doesn't sound like Wade messer.

Guy that strung you up in a tree

and tried to hit you with a bat?

He strung me up in a tree.
He didn't hit me with the bat.

You heard about that football
player killed all them dogs?

Got a few years
in the pen for it.

I heard about it a little,
I guess.

See, to me, that ain't right.
I mean, they just dogs.

I know dudes killed people,

got less than two years for it.

Who? What?

Who do you know
that killed people,

got less than two years for it?

That don't look
like no accident.

Hey, Raylan!

Say what?

That guy down
there with the hat,

his name's Raylan givens.
He's a marshal.

J.t., it might be a good
time to get out of here.

Jesus! God damn it!

Come on.

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

Where's messer?

Dewey: I don't punch like
a girl. You punch like a girl.

Dickie: I punch like a...
That's because you

can't handle being
punched like a man.

Dewey: Oh! Dickie!
You caught me in the nose!

I'm so sorry. I think it
hurt... look, you caught me.

You two are
an awfully cute couple.

Shit, man. It ain't like that.

Why don't you get
some exercise, Crowe?

I'm good.

Did it look like
I was asking, numbnuts?

No. He's good.

Thank you.

You know, incidents
like the one with crowder,

They happen
in this place all the time.

If it wasn't for us
kindhearted guards

looking out for you,

life in this facility
would be more miserable

and violent than it already is.

Oh, officer, I believe
you're trying to scare me.

Mmm.

I mean, you're doing yourbest

you're doing your
best, butwhat...

What I don't understand is,

why would that be?

I overheard every word of that
conversation between you and crowder,

and I want that money.

Okay.

I ain't got no money, bro!
You think I got money?

Let me tell you something. What
you were listening to in there, okay,

that is what you calla ruse.

I was doing whatever
I needed to do to keep

that psychopath from
cutting me open, man.

I ain't got no money, man.

That's actually kind of funny. 'Cause
at first, I thought the same thing.

I thought, "oh, this is a..."
A "ruse"?

Ruse. Yeah. Yeah.

So I made a phone call,

and I called
a buddy of mine who is in

the local down in
your neck of the woods.

He told me that your dead
mama was one big shot-caller.

So you get me that money,

or life in here will take
a turn for the disastrous.

Let me tell you something.

If you truly had
been paying attention

to my encounter
with Boyd crowder,

then you would know that even if
there were money, which there ain't,

how am I gonna get
my hands on that money,

you think,
while I am inside here?

You follow me? So you and Boyd and
everybody else who wants a piece of me,

you're just gonna
have to hold your horses,

that's right, until I am
home, sweet out of here.

Isthatah?

This here's a 24-piece combination
set, hardly ever been used!

I am aware of that.
My offer is still $3.

3 bucks? Come on, man!
I ain't giving this shit away!

I'm sorry.

Did I come into
your place of business

and ask you to take a crappy
wrench set off my hands?

Okay. We're done.

Huh?

I don't want your
wrench set. Get out.

Asshole.

Kiss your mama with that mouth?

I sure do, if she
were still alive.

What happened?

They had a roadblock.
They was waiting for us.

Jesus Christ!

You idiot.

Beckett, shut up.

Where's j.T.?

So, you come all the way out
here to let messer get away?

One of your boys let him
get away. I got the driver.

Besides, these boots
aren't made for running.

And yet chasing fugitives is
a marshal's primary function.

It's ironic, isn't it?

Hey! Dull roar.

"Bring your kids to work" day?

"Wife's sicker than shit" day.

That explains the fried
chicken for breakfast.

All this crap's stolen.

Truck itself's a dead end,

but those plates turn up
on toll-booth cameras

every few weeks
between here and Frankfort.

Dixie mafia.

On the receiving end, probably.

Word is
somebody's giving addicts

laundry lists of swag to steal.

Pays them in oxy.

Huh.

What are you thinking?

Well, I always knew messer
was a bit of a drunk.

Now he's looking
like an addict to me.

You know what they
say the difference is?

A drunk will steal your wallet
and feel like shit about it.

Addict will steal your wallet
and help you look for it.

Help you look for it.

These days in this county,
a lot of folks

will help you
look for your wallet.

I guess messer's one of them.

Yeah.

Hey, you want us to
hold on to that j.T. Fella,

you know, the one you did manage
to get, so you can question him?

Why's that?

Just posted bail
about five minutes ago.

I'd like to know
who posted his bail.

All right.

Fogle: You sorry
sack of monkey shit.

Least he was able to get away.

J.t.: It was
his fault I got caught.

I don't want to hear it.

You say anything to the cops?
Anything at all?

No. I didn't see him
say nothing.

I ask you?

Well? J.T.: Not a word.

Here. You aren't wearing
a wire or anything, are you?

Wally: No. He's not wearing a
wire, boss. I already checked him.

Well, that's why I'm checking
again, 'cause you did it.

That's a good one, boss.

I'm truly sorry, Mr. Fogle.

You know what? Don't be.

I mean, it's my fault, really.

Work with addicts, shit is
bound to fall on your head.

I'm hurting awful bad.

He gets arrested,
my truck gets confiscated

and he still wants
his little pills.

I'll go get you something
real nice right now if you want.

I heard Ruth cranejust
got herself a flat-screen.

You win, you get a pill.

You lose, well, I'll put a
pill on your casket for you.

Yeah. Make them
sing for their supper.

Fogle: Shut up, Wally.

Ain't there something else?

Come on. One pull.

One more. Huh?

You heard me. Pull it again.

That ain't how
Russian roulette works.

You're not playing
Russian roulette, dumb shit.

You're playing Harlan roulette.

Come on, Mr. Fogle.

What? You want to play? Huh?

I'm sorry. I heard you say,
"oh, come on, Mr. Fogle!"

It sounded like what you wanted
is you wanted to have the gun

'cause you can if you want.

No. No, sir. J.T., give it.

No, second thought,
you keep it, j.T.

You're the one
that got arrested.

I already went once.
I go again, odds ain't good.

Fogle: Come on, now.
They're not that bad. One in five.

I mean, in your condition,
with all the oxy you do,

you wouldn't live
a few more years anyway.

Hey! Tell you what I'll do.

You pull that trigger again,

I'll give you this whole bottle.

You two can share it.

Huh?

Go.

I'm sorry.

Wally: He wet himself!

Boom! That's right, boy!

Fogle: You actually
thought I was gonna

let you kill yourself
in my office?

Wally: Stupid.

Please, Mr. Fogle.

"Please, Mr. Fogle."

Maybe it's just
your lucky day, son.

Or maybe not.

You two dump the body
and clean up this mess.

Well, I never seen
a man shot like that before.

I heard about it plenty.

Never seen it.

You know, he bled a whole lot
more than I thought he would.

How many people
you seen fogle kill?

Just dig the hole, messer.

Mr. Limehouse asked
we give this to you.

Now, the way I see it,
you boys are doing me

a favor by taking
all this off my hands.

Mr. Limehouse doesn't
like to be in anyone's debt.

You give him my regards.

You was gonna turn down
that coon's money?

There can't be more
than $5,000 in here.

Split four ways, you think
you can retire on that?

That's more than
what we would have had

ifwe'd have burned
the pot like you wanted.

Why do you think
I wanted it, devil?

Limehouse knew we had that pot.

And if he did, you can bet
plenty of other people did, too.

Now, what if a cop came by?

You want we should all go to
jail so that you can make $1,000.

You think that sounds
like smart business?

This is your score.

You help them load that weed.

Right now.

You better go, boy.

Go on.

Just here to make money,
same as the rest of us.

You think I don't have plans
to get this crew paid, Arlo?

If you do, I sure as hell
haven't heard them.

You haven't even told us
where the hell Johnny is.

Unless I missed something.

You know, my father,

he considered himself
a Harlan criminal,

but, in fact,
he became nothing more

than a middleman
lining the coffers

of the folks in
Frankfort and Miami.

Ava, could you come in here
for a minute, please, darling?

And, in the end,

this association
cost him his life,

but we will not
make that mistake.

We will not work with
outsiders. We will protect Harlan.

We will control every aspect
of crime within its boundaries,

protection, pills,
robbing and gambling.

We will be meticulous
and we will be clean.

No more smash-and-grabs
and no more bad decisions.

Now, as to the whores, well, my
father ran them and he ran them well.

We will not, not just
because ofava's objections,

but because these are rock-hard
times for the working man,

and he'sjust trying to
stay level to get his pills.

Now, make no mistake about
it, everybody sitting at this table,

we are all in it together in the
service of the almighty dollar.

That's a fine speech,

but we're gonna
need more than just us.

That we will, and I've already
taken steps in that direction.

Now, I'd like to
discuss today's business.

We're going to reclaim something

that rightfully belongs
to the crowder family.

You see, for years,
the focus of the oxy

business has been
the Florida pill mills.

That pipeline is drying up
and we are gonna fill that void.

They weren't tracking
users in Florida.

That's what made it
so easy to get pills.

Kentucky, they do.

That's why I came
down here, wynn.

I pitched an idea to the Detroit
colleagues and they are backing me.

You see, we're gonna take
all this furniture and move it out.

We're gonna load it up
with computers and printers,

make ids, mris, x-rays,
medical records,

and then we are going to Harlan.

We'll set up mobile trailers,
rotate doctors in and out.

If it gets hot, we move.

The deal we make with
the addicts is simple.

We fill their prescriptions
at the regular price.

They get half the pills.

We ship
the other half to Detroit

where we charge
10 times the price.

You see, wynn? That is why
it's called "organized crime."

How soon can we get set up?

Hey, buddy. What's going on?

I'm at the office.

No, just the usual,
boring stuff.

Bathroom?

Down the hall to the right.

How's hockey?

That's my boy.
You crushing them?

Robert: I know. Yeah.

Wynn. Other door, pal.

Yeah. No, I think you're
gonna love it down here.

The schools are great.

I know you don't like school
too much but trust me on this,

you are going to love the
view down here.

J“ I'll just come
and hold you tight

j“ after all the pain
you've inflicted

j“ now come on, darling
do you think I'm addicted?

Raylan: Ah!

Just starting to wonder
if anyone worked here.

Just me.

Hey, who drives that vette?

Oh, that's mine.

And you work here?

I'm the owner. Glen fogle.

That explains it.

Nice car.

Yeah, I used to own one of
them European sports cars.

On a weekly basis,

somebody would be
calling me a douche bag

or faggot
or some derogatory shit,

but now people, they just
see it and they say, "nice car."

Is Wally working today?

No. Like I said, just me.

How much you pay him?

Why? You looking for work?

Well, I'm looking for someone.

Fella named Wade messer.

Never heard of him.

Well, he and
this other dude, j.T.,

wanted on suspicion
of armed robberies.

J.t. Got himself
arrested this morning.

Your employee Wally
posted his bail. $10,000.

If that's true, I am most
certainly paying my employees too much.

What you got in the back there?

The back room,
that's not for customers.

Customer deputy us
marshal Raylan givens.

So, this Wade... Wade messer.

Messer. He's a fugitive?

He is.

Well, you got
a warrant there, marshal?

This is just a nice,
friendly visit.

Afraid without a warrant,
this is friendly as I get.

Funny, 'cause I came here 'cause
I'm looking for my buddy Wade,

but the way you're
acting makes me think

maybe the person I'm
actually looking for is you.

Hmm.

In fact, it just occurs to me
if I was running a scam,

shipping stolen goods
out of town,

a pawn shop would
be the perfect place

to hide the swag in plain sight.

I'll tell you, if I ever break
bad, I will keep that in mind.

See you around, Glen fogle.

Sounds like things have gotten
pretty exciting down there, Glen.

I don't have any hot merchandise
here. J.T. Is out of the picture.

I got the other one
under control,

but this marshal seems like he's
just gonna keep coming at me.

Says he's gonna get a warrant.

Robert: Who's that?

Wynn: It's the pawn-shop
owner down in Harlan.

Raylan givens has
been sniffing around.

Cowboy marshal.
The one with that...

Oh. With the hat.

Hey, you there?

Yes. Mr. Fogle,
I am indeed here,

and when I want to talk to
you, you will hear my voice.

Okay. I just didn't know.

He had a hat.

Have the pawn-shop guy kill him.

He's a us marshal.

Yeah, you tried and you failed.

There were
extenuating circumstances.

Not a criticism,
just an observation.

Obviously,
givens is a hard guy to kill.

Do you think Mr. Pawn-shop guy
is up to the task?

No.

Exactly! What I have
planned for Harlan,

Mr. Pawn-shop guy is more
trouble than he's worth.

Let givens take
care of him for us.

What if he gets lucky
and pops the marshal

before the marshal pops him?

Then we get lucky.

I'm sorry, Glen.
Are you still there?

Where else would I be?
Cornholing a pig?

Listen,
I need you to do something.

You sure? 'Cause you
cannot UN-ring that bell.

Okay. I'll take care of it.

Had a visitor
while you were gone.

Marshal named givens.

Says you are a federal fugitive.

I was gonna tell you about that.

Oh, I know.

But you didn't 'cause, well,
I would have cut you off,

and then you wouldn't have
had any more oxy. That right?

That's just selfish is what
that is, Wade. It's just selfish.

You are a stupid, selfish,
oxy-smoking gutter turd.

Wade: I can make that up to you.

Oh, yeah, you will.
I even know how.

This federal that's
after you, you know him?

Raylan. Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah, you old
friends or something?

Well, I set him up for Dickie
Bennett, strung him up in a tree.

I don't know. Is that a friend?

Okay. Good.

Now, you got a gun atyourhouse,

or did you already sell
them all to finance your habit?

No, I keep one in my bureau.
Okay.

You're gonna call this cowboy and
you're gonna say you're tired of running.

That's no kind of life.

And you want to meet him
at your house in an hour.

Now, you go there now, and
when he comes up to the door,

you say, "hi," and you
shoot him through the screen.

Now, you think
you can handle that?

I mean, do I have to do that?

Standing here with me
after what you seen me do,

you honestly have to
ask me that question?

No, sir. I'm sorry.

Y'all see what I mean?

Yep. It is definitely worse.

Smells like bleach and puke.

Can I help you boys?

Yeah, we gonna have
to dig in deep,

get this place
looking respectable again.

Hey! What the hell
you think you're doing?

Look at this asshole, bringing
a baseball bat to a gunfight.

I'm sorry. Do you know who I am?

I do not.

Well, I'm Boyd crowder.

Now, you're probably wondering
why your day is taking this turn,

and why wouldn't you?

But don't worry about it.
I'm gonna tell you.

See, not so long ago, this bar
belonged to my cousin Johnny.

Do you remember him?

I bought this place
fair and square!

Buck, have you ever been shot?

I have. Right here in my chest.

It hurt like hell.
It almost cost me my life,

but my cousin Johnny, he
took it a lot worse than I did,

a shotgun at close range.

He spent months laid
up in a hospital room,

contemplating the difficult
nature of his new existence.

And while he was infirmed, you
swooped in and you took advantage.

I didn't take... well, hey, now.

I can't blame you for
plucking that low-hanging fruit,

but the time has come
for you to right that wrong.

Now, we can take this bar
back in a civilized manner,

or devil here can send you
to the hospital for months,

and we can take it the same
way you did. The option is yours.

So, what's it gonna be, a or b?

Think I'll take option c.

Now you take that gun offof him.

You met my friends?

No. You met mine?

Ooh, daddy.
Good times in here today.

Boyd: Drop them guns right now.

Vveh, Johnny, lbeheve you
got us a couple of keepers.

Now, Jimmy here, we never know

what he's gonna do,
so that's a problem.

What's worse is rip here.

If you boys don't get your
asses out of here right now,

well, we all know what rip's
gonna do, now don't we?

Oh, you can take what's
left in that cash register.

That's your severance pay.
On the double.

And we will need a deed.

I want you to make it out
to b-o-y-d c-r-o-w-d...

Raylan. Well,
you got here quick.

Seemed like you were in a
real hurry to turn yourself in.

Well, I guess you was pretty
surprised to hear from me.

Little bit.

Well, you know, after we crashed
that truck, running through the woods,

and I asked myself...

Wade, no need to explain.

Why's that?

On account that you just did not
30 minutes ago when you called.

Sure. Okay.

You know, you could have
gone on ahead and let yourself in.

Wade, you remember way back when
the miners struck tremmins power?

Yes, sir.

Well, one day,
some company gun thugs

came to our house,
looking for my uncle,

my mother's younger brother,
living with us at the time.

They came across
the street, five of them,

a couple carrying pick handles,

and they walk up on the
porch, where my mother stood.

They said they wanted to
see her brother, the agitator.

They said they wanted to set
his thinking cap on straight for him.

She said he wasn't here.

They said they intended
on looking inside anyway.

Well, I come out the screen
door to stand with my mother.

And she looks at me

like she'd given up all hope.

But none of that was in her
voice when she told them,

"you don't walk in a person's
home unless you're invited."

Would it be all right with you if I
went in just to change my shirt?

You don't want to know
what happened next?

Well, of course. Yeah.

They knocked my mother aside,
used the pick handles to put me down,

went in and out
the back empty-handed.

I guess my point is

that there's
been plenty of rules

I've forgotten or
discarded over the years,

but that one's always stuck.

I appreciate you
coming out here to get me,

especially after all
that went on with Dickie.

I'm awful sorry about all that.

I mean, hejust showed up. I
didn't know what else to do.

Just consider it water
under the bridge, Wade.

Well, yeah, yeah.

And then I heard that you got to
little Loretta just in time that same day,

and I just want you to realize that
when I decided I was gonna help her,

I had no idea what
she had intended to do.

Yep.

Isuspect
it'd be difficult to tell

without the proper context.

Wade: Damn it!

You didn't change your shirt.

No.

Was it 'cause you went in
the house looking for this?

Ithoughtyou
wasn't gonna go inside!

We all got lines
we got to cross, Wade.

Well, what about that part...

What the hell
happened to you, Wade?

Shit.

Raylan, I don't know.

It's these pills. I'm not myself.
It's just... it's not my fault.

Well, tell that to
the judge and the jury.

Well, it don't have
to go to that, does it?

I mean, we're old
friends, aren't we?

Fhends? You strung me
up and left me for dead.

I thought that was
water under the bridge.

Now you come here
looking to put a bullet in me.

Honestly, I think I was just
gonna put a bullet in me.

I'll tell you what
I want to know, Wade.

After you shot me,

what was you
supposed to do next?

Is he dead? Wade: He is.

But I took a bullet.

What? Yeah, I been shot.

Mr. Fogle, I need help.

Okay.

Be there shortly.

Yeah, if... he hung up.

What happened? He get him?

Grab some guns and
ammo from out front.

Messer?

Vvade?

Where you at?

Fogle.

Fogle: Marshal.

You're looking well.

Raylan: Well, thanks.

Feel pretty good.

I bet you're looking
for Wade messer.

You haven't seen him, have you?

Oh, yeah.

He's right there, handcufiedin
the backseat of my car.

Not true. Whatever
he's been telling you.

Well, he sounded
pretty convincing.

Come on. You're not gonna
take an addict's word for it.

I think the question
you should ask

is whether I care if
you ride out of here

cuffed in the back of my car or get
carried out of here in a coroner's bag.

The answer is me and
dead owls don't give a hoot.

You gonna shoot me?

Look.

I'll take out my gun
and put a bullet through

your heart before
you raise your weapon.

Then I guess I got to
wait for your partner

to finish sneaking around back.

You tell him to step on every
twig and branch he passed?

All right. You know he's there.

It's still two of
us and one of you.

More like one and a half.

Look at him. He's stoned.

What did you even bring him for?

Fogle: Hey, marshal.
Now, listen.

Let's take it easy.

All right, maybe there's
another solution to all this.

Yeah? Put that down.

Let's hear it. I got
somewhere else I want to be.

Somewhere more important
than here with me?

Thinking of buying a house.

Really? What neighborhood?

In the greater Lexington area
of kiss my ass.

What if I gave up
some friends up in Frankfort?

Your friends got names?

How about wynn Duffy?

I'd say we're getting somewhere.

Now I just need you
to put down your guns.

You heard the man, there,
Wally. Put your gun down.

You saying he can just
make a deal and skate,

just after all
the shit he's done?

Put the gun down.

Well, it's too bad
you don't know

what's going on up in Frankfort,

or you could make your own deal.

I might not know
aboutwhat's going on up there,

but I do know what
he's doing down here,

like how he killed j.T.
Just for sport of it.

Wally, you keep your mouth shut.

Well, you know,
Wade and I saw him do it.

We buried him ourselves.

All right. Put the gun down.

Fogle: Marshal, listen.

Settle down.

I am officially
turning myself in,

and I can guarantee you whatever

these two addicts
are accusing me of,

they are, in fact,
responsible for it themselves.

Beckefl, put that gun down.

I'll turn myself in, marshal,
long as you kill fogle.

All right, now, that's
enough, both of you.

Marshal ain't gonna shoot me,
you dumb shit. He needs me.

Yeah? Well, he
might not, but I will.

Put your guns down, both of you.

Messer!
You got that phone on you?

Yeah.

Dial 911.

911.

You let him shoot me.

I can't die here.

Shit!

My cousin Johnny's securing
us the services of Jimmy and rip.

Well, it does seem those boys
are gonna be right at home.

Mmm.

Did you ever approach Johnny
about taking part in the commandos?

Well, as much as cousin
Johnny likes guns and money,

I don't think he ever would
have bought into the "why."

Hmm.

I remember when
you recruited me.

Took me to that church,
showed me your ink.

I thought to myself, "this
here son of a bitch is crazy,

"preaching race war
in a goddamn church."

But, boy, I never believed in anything
the way I did those commandos.

Yes, sir.

You know, and then your
marshal friend shot you.

It all turned.

Some said you'd gotten religion.

Others said you'd gone crazy,
betrayed your father,

all them people
hanging out in the woods.

Devil, what are
you looking for here?

I just want to know which Boyd
crowder I'm being asked to follow.

Hmm.

Well, what if I
told you I was the man

that recruited you
in that church?

But then I also told you
I was a man who got shot?

Who found god?

Who betrayed his father?

That I was a man who killed men

and gotten a whole
bunch of men killed?

See, devm
I can't discard my past

any more than
I can these tattoos.

Now,
I told you what I'm offering.

There ain't nothing more.

Boyd.

I'm in.

When I was kid,
my old man wouldn't let

us watch mister Rogers
or sesame street.

He made us watch taxi driver.

Now, you might think
that this thing is great,

but it has to be
perfect every time.

If itjams, I am screwed.

This is version 3.0.

Where'd you get the track?

It's funny you should ask that.

Actually, I was
Christmas-tree shopping with...

Go check it out.

Tell him we're fine.

Tell him we're fine, asshole.

We're fine, Mike!

Howdy. That's a big gun.

I'm unarmed.

Stand up, turn around and
put your hands in the air.

You move,
I'll shoot you in the back.

How may we help you, marshal?

Remember that conversation
we weren't gonna have?

This is it.

The pawn-shop owner's dead,
along with his flunky.

I found another one
in a shallow resting spot.

I don't give a shit. I don't give
a shit 'cause I know it was you

that called the shot
on me, Duffy. I know.

I know, just like I know
it's no accident that

Emmitt arnett and
his assistant are missing.

Look here.

Next one's coming faster.

How fast do you think
those bullets will be

when they're
heading back at you?