All language subtitles for Justified.S01E01.720p.5.1Ch.BluRay.ReEnc-DeeJayAhmed

Airport's a good 45 from here,

but I figure you'll be all right
if you leave in the next two minutes.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, my friend,
but you gave me until 2:15, right?

Yeah. Now you got two minutes.

You know, I've been coming here
ever since I was a kid,

ever since this was nothing
but old Jews and old Cubans.

And to tell you the truth, I love it here.
I really do.

I loved it then, and I love it now.
So I'm not gonna leave. So...

Have a meal with me. Okay? You hungry?

I swear, you pass up, these are
the best crab cakes in town. I swear to God.

Much better than that crap
we were eating in Managua. Remember that?

I don't know if that was Mexican,
Puerto Rican, I don't know what it was,

but it was crap. Remember? I hated it.

I didn't mind it.
I had some pork dish I quite liked.

One minute.

A second ago, you said two minutes.
What's going on here?

Time flies, huh?

You. You're a character.

I was telling my friends this morning
how yesterday you come to me and,

"You don't get out of town in 24 hours,
I'm gonna shoot you on sight!"

Come on, what is that?

They thought it was a joke,
they started laughing.

You tell them about the man you killed?
The way you did it?

'Cause I found nothing funny in that.

Maybe I should've killed you, huh?
Maybe I made a mistake.

Well, we all have regrets.

Cut me a little slack here, okay?

Does nothing count that I let you live?

No! I'm giving you the same consideration
right now. You can get up and go.

Thirty seconds.

So what are you gonna do?

In front of all these people,
you're gonna pull out a gun

and you're gonna shoot an unarmed man?

You're unarmed, huh?

Hey, you got eyes. You see a piece on me?

Twenty seconds.

Okay.

Ten.

You know what? Seriously?

You come in here, interrupt my meal,
you won't eat with me. This is bullshit.

This is supreme bullshit.

The US Attorney's gonna
have a lot of questions.

Nothing I can't answer.

They might think that you cornered him,
didn't give him a choice.

Oh, he had a choice.

How's the hat? I was wondering if it shrunk,
you know, got a little too tight,

you had to take it off your head
and now you're suffering from sunstroke.

You do know that we're not allowed
to shoot people on sight anymore?

- I didn't.
- And haven't been for,

I don't know, maybe 100 years?

- He pulled first.
- It's not about who pulled first.

You remember that meth head last year?
The one who pulled the shotgun?

That ended up on what, page 9?

This? This bullshit?
This is gonna be on the nightly news.

DOJ inquiry number 359826

into the shooting death
of Thomas Francis Buckley

on March 3, 2010 in Miami, Florida.

Would you like to make a statement?

The Marshal's office has conducted
an internal investigation of the proceedings

- that occurred at the hotel in question on...
- Dan.

Come on. Let's just keep it simple, huh?

He pulled first. I shot him.

Well, I thought that went well.

You thought that went well?

I had a phone call this morning
from the Director.

Before that, the Director got a phone call
from the AG.

Let me put it to you this way.

The weather forecast is for a shitload of shit

raining down on this office
from Washington.

I'm gonna reassign you.

- Prison Transport?
- No, I'm getting you out of Dodge.

They need manpower
in the Eastern District of Kentucky.

I talked to the chief of the district,
Art Mullen,

says you guys taught Firearms together
at Glynco.

No, no, Dan. I grew up in Kentucky.
I don't wanna go back there.

Well, then we have a problem, because
you don't wanna go back to Kentucky,

and you cannot, under any circumstances,
stay here.

Got any other skills?

A bit of a comedown from the Miami office,
I'd expect.

Not with you here.

Good to see you.

Well, I won't overwhelm you
with everybody's names right now.

- You wanna go have a drink?
- Sounds good.

Follow me, and I'll pack up and we'll go.

You look the same as you did at Glynco.
Same coat, same boots.

The boots are fairly new.

- Don't tell me that hat is.
- No, it's old.

Have a seat.

- You were working Fugitives in Miami, huh?
- Yeah, I did.

Yeah. Well, here,
everybody does everything.

Fugitives, Witness Relocation,
Judicial Protection, Forfeitures,

Prisoner Transport.

Boy, every office I ever worked in,
Prisoner Transport was the shit detail.

The Chief always used it as punishment.
But here, we all do it.

- Even you?
- Oh, hell, no.

I heard about you and Winona.

- From who?
- Winona. She works here.

- In Lexington?
- In the courthouse. She's a court reporter.

Well, I knew she was coming back
to Kentucky. I think her mom took ill.

I thought that was why you picked Kentucky.

Art, no offense, I didn't pick Kentucky.

I talked to your marshal down there in Miami.

- Tell me about the shooting.
- It was justified.

You concerned
about me coming down here?

It's a small office, Raylan.

I'm concerned
when we switch brands of coffee.

Is your dad still down there in Harlan?

- Far as I know.
- Thought you were from there.

Reason I ask, US Attorney's trying to
build this case against this guy in Harlan,

and he's about the same age as you.
It's a small town.

Thought you might know him.
Boyd Crowder?

My God, Art, any other shit
you wanna dump on me tonight?

- You do know him.
- Yeah, I know him.

Yeah, Boyd and I dug coal together
when we were 19.

Well, Boyd? What do you think?

Well, Jared, I think it sucks.

What? Why?

I appreciate the sentiment,

wanting to go after a federal building
under construction,

but, you see, we'd need us a whole box
of Emulex to bring that down,

and that's if you got cuts in the steel.

All we got is a rocket launcher.

And impressive as that is,
the only thing it's gonna do

is knock some shit around.

But don't you worry about it.
We'll just go to plan B.

- Plan B?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's always a plan B.

It used to be a couple of crackers
in an SUV would set the jungle on edge.

These surely are end times.

All right, this is it right here.

See this street up here? Make a right.

This is good right here.

Well, I believe we can take it from here.

What, you gonna blow up that church?

Boyd, there's people on the streets.

They're gonna see us,
they're gonna ID my car!

You worried about your car?

Fire in the hole!

Boyd became a powder man.

He'd crawl down a hole with his case
of Emulex 520, come out stringing wire,

call out "Fire in the hole" to clear the shaft.

She'd blow and we'd go back in,
dig out the pieces.

We weren't what you'd call buddies,

but you work a deep mine with a man,
you look out for each other.

Well, after that, he joined the Army.

He went to Kuwait for Desert Storm, and
when he came back after a couple of years,

he quit paying his taxes.

Claimed that he was a sovereign citizen,

and so US Attorney just sent him down
to Alderson.

That's where he got involved
with the Patriot Movement

and the white supremacy bullshit.

Got to making horseshit bombs,
you know, fertilizer and fuel oil.

They'll come into a town like Somerset
and they'll blow up a car.

Then while the cops are busy,
they'll go rob a bank.

- Saw that in a Steve McQueen movie.
- Yeah.

Well, these guys ain't movie actors.

Did he change much?

Other than the fact
that he's now a racist asshole?

He's lost some hair, but that's about it.

How come you didn't want to blow up
that church?

I told you, I didn't want them to ID my car.

I got to thinking that maybe you had
an aversion to hurting people.

- Hell, no.
- Yeah, well, I also got to thinking

that a building under construction
might just be the kind of innocuous target...

You know what that means?
That means harmless.

It might just be the kind of harmless target
that the Federal Bureau of Imperialism

might be willing to sacrifice in order
to get somebody deep in the movement.

You think I'm a snitch?

All I know is, you don't have any tattoos.

You keep rubbing that head like
you don't think that hair's gonna grow back.

You think I'm a snitch
'cause I rub my head?

I mean, you understand
where I'm coming from, right?

I mean, you come out here from Oklahoma
full of piss and vinegar,

talking about how you were tired
of spray-painting synagogues,

- saying you want to blow some shit up...
- Hey!

You don't believe me, you check it out!
Why don't you call Oklahoma?

We are. Devil's doing it as we speak.

Yeah.

You'll see, Boyd. I ain't no snitch.

Yeah, well, like you said, we'll see.

- Right there.
- Hey, turn that shit off.

Why don't you eat my ass?

Hey, how'd it go?

- Out of the way.
- Get over.

The primary was a waste of time,
but took care of the secondary just fine.

Where you at?

East of 75 on Tates Creek Road.

Oh, hey, you got a call from Oklahoma.
Jared checks out.

How did he do?

I had to let Jared go.

Was it 'cause you didn't trust him
or you just didn't like him much?

Probably a little bit of both.

I am gonna need you to pick me up, though.

I will show that my client
did not engage in fraud.

A report by a forensic accountant
will show that any anomalies

are due entirely
to a misentering of amounts,

a common bookkeeping error,
and by no means fraud.

Thank you, Counselor.

Will the prosecution
please approach the jury?

Thank you, Your Honor. It might seem
like a simple technical mistake,

but the State will prove
there was malicious intent...

One second.

Sorry. I was in the courthouse.
I'll be up in a minute.

Tates Creek Road?

I think I know where that is.

County Sheriff's deputy found it
just after dawn. Name's Jared Hale.

Bureau has him listed
as some kind of Aryan Knight.

Oklahoma driver's license and registration.

- You got him connected to Boyd?
- So far, tenuously.

I talked to his sister in Tulsa,

and she said that he came to Kentucky
to hook up with some Commandos.

Now, that's probably the murder weapon.
It's recently been fired.

There's no prints on it.
In fact, the whole vehicle's clean,

except for this.

Now do you know what that is?

I didn't, either.

That is the cap that goes
on the end of a rocket launcher.

- No shit.
- Yep.

And last night in Lexington,
we had a church bombing,

and the Feeb says that whoever did it
used a rocket launcher.

Hey, all the wits say the same.

Two white males drove up in a dark SUV,
they parked at that corner by the curb.

One male got out
with what looked like a bazooka.

He said a few words
and then fired at the church.

What did he say,
the fella who got out of the SUV?

One said it was, "Liars and hos."
Another heard, "Time to go."

My favorite's "Heidy, heidy, heidy, ho."

Maybe we should put an APB out
on Cab Calloway.

- I think he's dead.
- Then he should be easy to find.

The pastor had it different.
He heard the man say, "Fire in the hole."

You know what you can do?
Just do your job!

I can understand why you're upset...

Did the good pastor say
he got a good look at the shooter?

- He says no.
- I bet if we put Crowder in a line-up

and told the pastor that the trigger man
was there, it might jog his memory.

Rachel, why don't you go ask our old friend
if he'll have a word with us?

- Be nice.
- When am I ever not nice?

You think Fandi's gonna wanna cooperate?

Fandi is Ethiopian by way of Jamaica
by way of being completely full of shit.

The Temple of the Cool and Beautiful JC
was one of those churches

that claims that marijuana
is a sacramental herb.

- It is protected by the Constitution!
- The Constitution of Dope Sellers?

'Cause selling ganja to kids
means you're a drug dealer!

I could've sworn I told her to be nice.

Pastor Fandi, if I could just talk to you
for just one moment...

No, you could not.

I saw Peter Tosh once.

You assume because I'm black
and have a Jamaican accent, I like reggae?

People assume a lot about me.
It's the way of the world.

How was he? Peter Tosh.

He was not my taste,
but the girl I was chasing loved him,

and I let her stay until the encore
before I took her off to jail.

What do you want?

- That was a close one.
- I felt the air move!

Boyd!

- What's all the fuss? They out of Velveeta?
- Your brother got shot.

- What? Where?
- At his house.

No, dumbass, where on his body?

I don't know.

- Well, is it serious?
- Oh, yeah. He's dead.

Did you know Bowman Crowder,
Boyd's brother?

Sort of. Star running back in high school.

Boyd was always saying
Bowman had the goods to go pro.

- I was never that sure.
- You remember the girl he married, Ava?

If it's the same one.
She lived down the street.

- She's married to Bowman?
- She was.

She ended the union last night
with a.30-06.

Plugged him right through the heart.

That's the Sheriff's report.
She admits shooting him.

Says she got tired of Bowman getting drunk
and beating her.

- She still in custody?
- She was arraigned 10 minutes ago. ROR.

Did you talk to her?

I did. I told her, given Boyd's reputation,
he's probably gonna come looking for her.

She said it's none of our business.
I told her it is if he shoots her.

We should go talk to her again.
Is that the address?

Yeah, but good luck in finding it.
I tried to map it, got nothing.

Well, I guess some places haven't been
entered into the system, like North Korea

and Raylan's hometown.

I know where it is.

...word of faith, and it puts the believer
in the driver's seat.

And it puts God and his will
and his plan for your life

in the passenger's seat.

Oh, my God. Raylan!

- You remember me, huh?
- I never forgot you.

I had a crush on you
from the time I was 12 years old.

I knew you liked me,
but you didn't want to show it.

- You were too young.
- I was 16 when you left.

I heard you got married.

Are you still?

Turned out to be a mistake.

You want to talk about mistakes?

I told Bowman I wanted a divorce,

he goes, "You file,
you'll never be seen again."

He said I'd disappear
from the face of the Earth.

Do you want a drink?

I'd love one.

I married him a year out of high school,
because he was cute.

He was sure of himself and he told me
he'd never work in a goddamn coal mine.

He'd wear the blue and white
of the University of Kentucky,

and then he'd get drafted by a pro team.

He wouldn't mind the Cowboys.

What do you want in yours?
I got Diet Coca-Cola, RC Cola, Dr. Pepper...

Just ice.

I ever forget to fill the trays,
Bowman'd start slapping me.

"What's wrong with you?
Don't you know how to keep house?"

That all started as soon as he realized
he was never getting out of Harlan.

He blamed it on me.
It was my fault he had to dig coal.

It was my fault that I had a miscarriage
after he beat me with his belt

and he didn't have a son to take hunting
with him and his creepy brother, Boyd.

Last time he hit me, it was because
I called his brother "creepy" to his face.

And he kept after me with that belt
till I fell and I hit my head on the stove.

I got up off that floor knowing
that he was never gonna hit me again.

The next night, he came in,
I had his favorite supper on the table.

Ham and yams, and cream-style corn
and leftover okra fixed with tomatoes.

I waited till he was shoving food in his face,

then I got his deer rifle
from the kitchen closet

and I went in there
and I did what I had to do.

I just finished cleaning it up.

I had to scrub the wall with Lysol,
you know, to get the stain off of it.

Lysol's the best cleaning product
you could buy.

I've still got a knot

where I fell and I hit my head
on the stove. You want to feel it?

Dear Lord, my hair's a mess.

You close your eyes!
I don't want you to see me like this.

Raylan,

the minute you walked in,
I knew everything was gonna be all right.

- I was right about you.
- About what?

Having a crush on you. You're a good kisser.

- I was thinking we'd have to stop doing that.
- Why?

This isn't a social call, Ava.
I came to Harlan on business.

Well, you tell me all about your business
when I get out of the shower.

Who in the hell are you, the undertaker?

I might be undertaking a situation here.

Let me see your chest.

You buy that necklace,
or poach the gator and yank the teeth out?

I shot her and ate her tail.

That would put you in Florida,
around Lake Okeechobee.

Belle Glade. Who are you?

Raylan Givens.
I'm a Deputy United States Marshal.

You mind telling me who you are?

You know your name, don't you?

I'm Dewey. Dewey Crowe.

I sent a boy to Starke from Belle Glade,
fellow named Dale Crowe Jr.

He's my kin.

- What are you doing here, Mr. Crowe?
- I come to take Ava someplace. Ava!

Let me tell you something.

You don't walk into a person's house
unless you're invited.

What you better do is
go on outside and knock on the door.

If Ava wants to see you, I'll let you in.
If she don't, you be on your way.

All right. I'm gonna go out.

And then I'm coming back in.

Mr. Crowe. You better hold on there a sec
while I explain something to you.

I want you to understand,

I don't pull my sidearm
unless I'm gonna shoot to kill.

That's its purpose, huh? To kill?
So it's how I use it.

I want you to think about that
before you act and it's too late.

Jesus Christ, I got a scattergun
pointed right at you.

Can you rack in a load
before I put a hole through you?

- Where'd you want to take Ava?
- Man, I don't understand you.

- Boyd want to see her?
- It's none of your business.

You know Boyd and I were buddies?
We dug coal and drank beer together.

In fact, you see him,
you tell him I'm in Harlan, all right?

Hey, if I was you,
I'd give up this Nazi bullshit.

- Go back to poaching gators. It's safer.
- Next time I see you, I'm gonna...

Tell Boyd his old buddy wants to see him.
Raylan Givens.

Only reason I don't take Ava out
and shoot her,

is I see she had no choice in what she done.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I loved my brother,

but you knew Bowman,
you knew how he could get.

And that woman, she showed some spunk,
you think about it, doing what she did.

And then there's the Bible.

In the Bible, it says that a man should see
to the needs of his brother's widow,

and I intend to do that.

- Well, they sure are taking their sweet time.
- Hey, let me ask you something.

Shouldn't we have our money
from your boys in Lexington by now?

I'll give them a call.
Don't worry, they're good for it.

Yeah, you're damn right they're good for it.

'Cause if they ain't good for it, I'll go
down there and blow their shit up, too.

Hey!

Come on! Come on!

Go!

- Right now?
- Yeah, right now!

- Right now? Right now?
- Come on, let's go!

- Who was that?
- Dewey Crowe.

The one with the Heil Hitler on his neck?

He was one of Bowman's buddies.

You haven't seen Boyd? I mean, since?

No.

But he'll be after me, I know.
He's been after me.

Yeah. That's why
we want to keep an eye on you.

You know I'm with the Marshals Service.

I believe your mother told me,
before she passed.

You been to see your father?

Are you looking for Boyd?

We are. But we have to catch him in the act.

Robbing a bank, blowing up a church,

making an attempt on your life.

- Mine?
- You said yourself he'll be coming after you.

Raylan, Boyd don't want to shoot me,

he wants to go to bed with me.

You want me to help you catch him?

Maybe you could just get him to talk to me.

I could do that.

- You know where he is?
- I do.

And did you want to tell me?

What do I get if I do?

Hey, who do you know drives a Town Car?

Look at you! A suit, a necktie.

Looking good. Looking like a lawman.

Now see, this is how you wear a hat,
all casual.

Not down on your goddamn ears
like you do.

I heard you called on Ava.
My boy Dewey said he had to run you off.

- You believe that?
- Not if you say it ain't so.

- Shit, I'll take care of him.
- Devil, get us a jar and two glasses.

This party's just for Raylan and me.

Go on.

He just got his release,
so he's feeling a little itchy.

I can tell.

Old times.

- You been gone too long.
- God damn.

So, what was life like in Florida?

Just as advertised. Sunny and hot.

You know, I just don't think
I could take me a place so flat.

- You seen your daddy yet?
- No. Not yet.

Boy, he was a wild man back in his day,
wasn't he?

What was that scam he had going
back in the early '90s?

Stealing mining machinery,
selling it to the Colombians,

getting paid in cocaine?
You remember that?

Guess I was gone by then.
How's your daddy?

I suspect you know how my daddy is.

Yeah, all those days, good and bad, they all
long gone now. Everything's changed.

It's all changed. The mine has changed.
No more following a seam underground.

Cheaper to take the tops off mountains and
let the slag run down and ruin the creeks.

Hey, you remember the picket lines,
don't you?

Courts backing the company scabs
and gun thugs.

Whose side you think
the government's always been on, Raylan?

Us or the people with money?

And who do you think controls that money?

Who do you think
wants to mongrelize the world?

- Who?
- The Jews.

Boyd, you know any Jews?

See, I recruit skins.
They don't know no more than you do.

And I have to teach them that we have
a moral obligation to get rid of the Jews.

- See, it was in the Bible.
- Where?

In the beginning. It's part of creation.

See, in the beginning, right,
you had your mud people.

They were also referred to as beasts because
they had no souls, see? They were soulless.

And then Cain... You remember Cain, now?

Well, Cain, he laid down
with the mud people,

and out of these fornications
came the Edomites.

Now, do you know who the Edomites are?

- Who?
- They're the Jews, Raylan.

- You're serious?
- Read your Bible as interpreted by experts.

You know, Boyd,
I think you just use the Bible

- to do whatever the hell you like.
- Well, what do you think I like, Raylan?

You like to get money and blow shit up.

I know about your friend Devil
and his record selling dope.

And I'm willing to bet
that you blew up that church in Lexington,

not because it was black
but because it was a dope store.

Ten-to-one says you got paid to do it
by some other dope dealer around

who didn't like the idea of that preacher
getting a free pass from the police.

Win-win for you, wasn't it, Boyd?

Not only did you get to blow
something to smithereens, you got money.

See, I'm giving you the benefit.
You aren't mental.

I know you're not stupid enough
to believe that mud people story.

You think you know me?

Well, I know you,
Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens.

I know you like to shoot bad people.

I heard about that gun thug you shot
in the hotel in Miami.

- You heard about that?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

We have TVs down here now, Raylan.

But, you know,

at any point
when you were looking at that gun thug,

did you see your daddy's face?

The reason I'm here, we're having
a little line-up tomorrow at the courthouse.

What did I do now?

Well, we got a witness,
saw a man fire a bazooka into a church.

Now, I'd appreciate it
if you'd be in that line-up.

- Well, I bet you would.
- You either show up or we'll come get you.

Hey, Raylan, let me ask you a question.

Would you shoot me if you get the chance?

You make me pull, I'll put you down.

Well, Reverend? What do you think?

I don't know, you know. It was dark,
and the man was far away.

If you've had anybody shoot a rocket at you,
you don't stand there and look.

You know, I just run.

Cut him loose.

Well, I did my part and I showed up.

The idea of walking in past a gathering
of law enforcement appealed to you,

especially since you knew that preacher
didn't have the balls to pick you.

It's always good to see you, Raylan. Hey!

You know that man you shot in Florida?

Well, my boy Dewey's cousin down there,
he said he heard a rumor

that you gave that gun thug 24 hours to get
out of town or you'd shoot him on sight.

Is that true?

I gave him the option to leave Miami,
he turned it down.

What would you say
if I made you the same offer,

that you get out of Harlan County
by tomorrow noon

or I'm gonna come looking for you?

Does that sound fair?

Now you're talking.

Hey.

My lawyer's talking to the prosecutor.

Come with me while I smoke.

I plead to manslaughter
and I won't have to go to prison.

Though if I have to, I have to.
It was worth it.

Hey, why don't you come by for supper?

I'll pick up a couple of fryers,
fix you some hot biscuits and gravy.

Look at you, licking your lips!

All my life,
fried chicken's been my favorite.

- But I shouldn't.
- Why not?

Because an officer of the law
isn't supposed to be socializing

with the defendant
in a murder investigation.

- I didn't know that.
- It's sort of frowned upon.

I'm fixing it anyway.
You're a big boy, Raylan.

You want to come,
there's nothing on Earth gonna stop you.

If it weren't for Boyd,
I'd have me some of Ava.

Wasn't for Boyd,
me and you could have us the marshal.

So what did Boyd say, exactly?
He's coming for you, or we're coming?

He said he was.

But we don't know whether he wants
to shoot you or blow you up, do we?

And then again, he could just jump the gun
and come after you when you aren't looking.

If I was you, I'd look under the car
before I turn the key every time.

We're like big-game hunters, Raylan.

Except that you're the bait.

You're kind of like the goat
tethered to the pole,

and all I gotta do is keep you in sight.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

- Yeah.
- He's at the motel with his friends.

Well, do you see our friends?

I do.

What do you want us to do?

Sit tight.

Hey, Ava.

You expecting someone?

Hey, give me them things.

- What are they doing out there?
- You folks are missing a hell of a show.

- I think Rachel's trying to shoot the moon.
- I don't try, I do.

- And you weep.
- One single, solitary tear.

- Hello.
- Can you smell the chicken frying?

It'll be done by the time you get here.

I'm on my way.

- Boyd's at Ava's.
- You sure?

I'm not saying there was a gun to her head,
but she didn't sound right.

Let's hit it.

Here. Call Raylan.
Tell him to keep the line open.

- Where do you want me?
- Keep going! Get Ava! We got this!

- You got this?
- Go!

You get around.

- You want me to kill them or wing them?
- Let's start with winging.

- You okay?
- I got hit.

- Can you shoot?
- I think so.

Then let's finish this thing.

Please, either one of you,
do something stupid.

- Hey, what are you... He'll see us!
- He's already seen us, you moron.

You want we should wrap ourselves
around a tree?

Christ almighty!

- What the hell's he doing?
- He must be sneaking up on the house.

No, he ain't.

So? Tell me. What's going on?

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you guys.

There ain't nothing going on, all right?
We was just out riding around.

All right! Boyd just wants
to have a word with you, is all.

- He told me he was gonna shoot me.
- Then what are you asking us for, asshole?

Outlaw life's hard, ain't it?

Cuff your left hand, put it through
the steering wheel and cuff gator boy.

Go on.

Come on. Give me your hand, stupid.

You don't need to say anything.

I swear to God, Raylan,
I didn't know he was coming.

I believe you.

No shotguns allowed in this dining room.

Toss it outside.

Go on.

Ava, why don't you go in the kitchen,
maybe watch some TV or something?

Go on.

Well, come on in.

Come on in. Sit down. Help yourself.

Raylan!

The gravy ain't bad.

I mean, it ain't like your mama
used to make it, but it never is, is it?

Let me ask you something.
When you shot that gun thug in Miami,

- was there food on the table, like this?
- There was.

Well, have something. Have a little chicken.

And you...

- Well, you had your gun. What kind was it?
- That time? SIG 226.

And where was it?
Was it on the table where mine is?

- It was holstered.
- Bullshit.

It was holstered.

- And where was his?
- Under the table.

And what did he have?
What kind of piece, I mean?

I don't recall.

Well, how did you know when to pull?

He went first.

And you gave this gun thug
24 hours to get out of town.

Now, was the time up when you shot him?

Pretty close.

Well, how much time
do you think you've got left?

- I thought I had till noon tomorrow.
- Well, what if I said it was right now?

I mean, unless, of course,
you wanna finish that chicken leg.

Well, I mean, you can call it off.
I mean, I don't mind.

Well, if you're gonna keep after me, Raylan,

I figure we might as well just get her done.

Your.45 is on the table, I have to pull.
Is that how we do it?

Well, I appreciate that, Raylan.
Yes, I do believe it is my call.

What're you packing?

You'll pay to find that out.

You've got ice-cold water
running through your veins.

Well, should we just do us
a shot of Jim Beam,

just for old times' sake?

Ava! Get us a shot of Jim...

You want to know what Bowman said

when he looked up
and he saw me with his deer rifle?

God damn, woman, you only shoot people
when they're eating supper?

He had his mouth full of sweet potato,
he said, "The hell you doing with that?"

- Ava, put the gun down, please.
- You want to know what I said?

I said, "I'm gonna shoot you, dummy."

You did it, huh? You really did. He did.

I'm sorry. But you called it.

Why'd you say you're sorry?

Boyd and I dug coal together.

At Glynco, didn't you teach those recruits
to aim for the heart?

The toilet's broken. Use the one downstairs.

- It's cold up here. You leave the door open?
- No, I did not leave the door open.

Well, somebody did, and it wasn't me.

Jesus Christ!

Hello, Gary.

Raylan.

You almost gave him a heart attack.

- Sorry about that.
- I told him if you were gonna shoot him,

you would've done it six years ago
when I left you.

What are you doing here, Raylan?

I'm going to be working in Kentucky.

- Working for the Marshal's office.
- Raylan?

What are you doing here?

I was in Nicaragua a while back,

looking for this money launderer
named Roland Pike,

the cartel's gun thug, Tommy Bucks,
looking for him, too.

Bucks got me, took my gun,
put me in a car with some other man,

drove us to some old coconut plantation.

Then he tied the man to a palm tree
and asked me where Roland was.

I told him what I knew. No sense in lying.

And I guess he wasn't certain
he could believe me, needed to be sure,

or he just wanted to impress upon me
how serious he was,

but I watched as Tommy Bucks

stuck a stick of dynamite
in that poor man's mouth,

taped it so he couldn't spit it out,
lit the fuse.

Next time I saw Tommy Bucks in Miami,

I told him he's got 24 hours
to get out of town or I'm gonna kill him.

Did you?

Yeah.

But he pulled first, so I was justified.

What troubles me

is what if he hadn't?

What if he'd just sat there
and let the clock run out?

Would I have killed him anyway?

I know I wanted to.

I guess I just never thought of myself
as an angry man.

Raylan.

Well, you do a good job of hiding it,
and I suppose most folks don't see it,

but honestly,
you're the angriest man I have ever known.