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- Winona?
- No!

It's not here.

- What's not?
- The $100 bill. It's not here.

- I didn't move anything.
- It was never here.

- Those are the only $100s...
- The one I had had a corner torn off.

None of these have a corner torn off.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I'm sure.

I wish I wasn't. But I'm sure.

You didn't say anything
about a torn corner yesterday.

I know. It's 'cause
I just thought of it, just now, Raylan.

I'm sorry. I did such a stupid thing.

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna find it.

- Where could it be?
- I have no idea.

- I'm really sorry.
- I know that.

It's the only reason I'm not beating you
over the head with a phone book.

- You angry?
- What do you think?

I think you're gonna save me.

Stay here. I'll call you.

Turn around. Hands.

That's a Montblanc.

You get it back when you go.

We're good!

Gary Hawkins.

Mr. Duffy.

"Mr. Duffy"? So formal.

All we been through, I thought
we'd be on more familiar terms.

Well, I am glad you agreed to see me,
given our history.

Our history, indeed.
Thanks to you, I took a bullet,

lost seven pints of blood
and 18 inches of intestine.

I had the surgeons keep it for me
as a memento of that day,

preserved in Lucite.

Would you like to see it?

Okay.

Gary, I don't have 18 inches of
intestine preserved in Lucite.

What can I do for you, Gary?

You sounded borderline
incoherent on the telephone.

You wanna talk to me
about a racehorse?

Well, Mr. Duffy...

- Wynn.
- On second thought, Mr. Duffy's fine.

Well, sir,

I find that I have come upon a very
exciting investment opportunity.

Boyd Crowder. Carol Johnson.

Executive vice president of Black Pike
Coal. Thank you so much for coming by.

It is such a pleasure to meet you.

- Likewise, ma'am.
- Carol.

First off, I wanna thank you for doing
what you could to save our money,

our mine, and most of all,
the lives of our miners.

Black Pike understands
that the most valuable commodity

in all our mines is the miners.

This company owes you
a debt of gratitude,

which is why I was mortified
when it was brought to my attention

that you'd been mistakenly let go.

- "Mistakenly"?
- Boyd, I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I'd very much like you to be
a part of the Black Pike security team.

- Well, ma'am...
- Carol.

Miss Johnson, I mean no offence,

and I would be thrilled
to be hired back by your company.

But if it's all the same, I'd just
as soon have a job driving a truck.

No offence taken, but it's not all the same.
I want you to be part of this team.

Well, again, ma'am,
I appreciate the vote of confidence,

but I'm not sure if
you're familiar with...

How should I put this? My background.

Boyd, I know all about your background.

In fact, it's what tells me
you're exactly the man we need.

Now, how about we get started today,
right away?

A little road trip.
You have a suit of any sort?

No, ma'am.

That's all right.
I think there's a Penney's on the way.

There a Penney's on the way?
Yeah. All right.

Shall we? We're on a bit of a clock.

Come on.

You've been a bad boy.

I get that a lot.
You're gonna have to be more specific.

Today is Wednesday.

This is my fault?

- Today's your day to bring coffee.
- Shit.

- Do I still need to...
- I'll get Tim to do it.

- He's on an errand anyway.
- Thank you.

We're assisting the FBI.

- You all right?
- I slept through my alarm.

That always throws me.
How are we assisting the FBI?

Preliminary paperwork and interviews
from yesterday's bank robberies

and collecting evidence from county.

Why us?

Ask Art.

- You suck.
- Coffee?

Yeah, it was your day.

- You heard about that?
- I hear everything.

Since you got those little
things in your ears.

You know what, Raylan?
I plan on living a long time,

and chief among my motivators, along
with seeing my grandchildren grow up,

will be watching you
slide into decrepitude.

Why are we assisting the FBI?

The FBI's busy
with al-Qaeda in Kentucky now.

They don't have as much time
for drugs and thugs any more.

Not because you insisted on taking
the lead in their case yesterday?

Well, that, too.

Hey, that old bank robber...

Why does everything
got to be about age with you?

Did he say anything about them spending
any of the money during the day?

Why?

Because last time
I assisted the FBI on a bank robbery,

I didn't provide a detailed
trail of the money.

Did they make fun of you?
They hurt your feelings?

Yeah, and I don't want that to
happen again, so did you ask him?

He said they didn't
have time to spend it.

Think he was telling the truth?

Well, he's a bank robber, Raylan.
Why would he lie to me?

Raylan, what's the matter?

I could use some coffee.

Yeah, this is Deputy Givens.
I'm working yesterday's bank robbery.

Did you recover any money
from Carter Hayes?

What denominations?

No, no. Don't send it.

I'll pick it up shortly.
Okay, I'll see you in a bit.

Thank you, Steven.
Watch closely, Boyd.

Okay, you rolling? Good.
Geez. You hear that?

Now, first,
they blow the top off the mountain,

and then they hop in their
blasted bulldozers

and push all the rocks that they
don't want off the side,

clogging our creeks and our streams.

That was a big one.

See, they're not all smaller rocks.
Sometimes they're great, big...

Jesus God!

It's pretty crazy, right?

It got 700,000 hits
before they took it down.

But this is a federal case.

Federal civil, on account of the
Interstate Commerce Clause or something.

What do you think of the video?
It's pretty incriminating, isn't it?

Well, this is outside of
my area of expertise,

but I would imagine
your defence would include

some sort of manipulation
of computer imagery.

No, no. They found the boulder and
what was left of Kirby Peener under it.

No disputing that.

The trick is gonna be to get the judge
to disallow his family's lawyers

from showing this video to the jury.

We're already getting death threats.

The agitators are gonna go ape-shit
if we get this exclusion.

So is that why you want me here?
The death threats?

Among other things.

You wanna watch it again?

No. No. No, thank you.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Is this where I pick up evidence?

- Raylan Givens. I think we spoke earlier.
- We did?

Yeah, evidence taken from Carter
Hayes. I'm here to pick that up.

Yeah.

- Is this where I pick it up?
- Nice.

I'm sorry. What?

Evidence taken from Carter Hayes.
I'm here to pick that up.

- Yeah.
- Great.

- But it's not here.
- I'm sorry?

Another deputy came by
maybe 10 minutes ago, picked it up.

Who?

Gutterson? Gutterson.

- Is that the evidence from the jail?
- It is.

- You want me to run it down to the vault?
- I can do it.

I don't mind. I was going there anyway.

Coffee's on your desk.

Hold that, please! Can you hold that?

Shit. Sorry. Wrong button.

- Hi.
- Where you going with that?

The vault.

You scan the currency first?

No.

The FBI asked us to scan it
and send digital copies

- to the Secret Service and the FRB.
- Shit.

You should get two alarms.

To make sure you wake up.

Right.

- You want me to do it?
- No. I'll do it.

How else will I learn?

Thought you'd taken
that down to the vault.

Yeah, well, apparently they
gotta get scanned first.

I already did that.

You did?

I scanned the bills, sent the files
to the Secret Service and FRB,

just as our dear friends
at the Feeb requested.

Why didn't you tell me that?

Well, I presumed you already knew.

Otherwise, why would you be
taking it down to evidence?

Well, I guess
I'm gonna go get back on the elevator.

- You had it in your hand.
- I did.

- But I had to put it back.
- Why?

Because Tim already sent
a digital scan of the bill

to the Secret Service
and the Federal Reserve.

So, when those guys
come looking for it,

it wouldn't match the
one that he scanned.

Do you think they're gonna look at it?

I don't know. It's a $100 bill

that's part of a huge sum of money
they haven't seen in 20 years.

So, yeah, I do.
I think they'll come look at it.

Hey.

It's not that big a deal.

No, it ain't. It's one bill.

Maybe you get a fine.

It's not like you're gonna do time
for something like that.

No.

- It's gonna be okay.
- No, it's not gonna be okay.

You took all the money?

I don't know why.

I mean, I could say it was 'cause
of Gary and all that bullshit,

I was gonna use it to get clear of him,
or that I was gonna use it for me and you.

But, honestly, the thought that kept
going through my head over and over

was, "Just take it and
worry about why later."

So, I go to take the money
and put it in my purse.

And then I realise my purse
is too small. So, gym bag.

So, I start stuffing it in my gym bag,

and I drop the keys onto Weaver's
desk, and I get in my car,

on my way here, because I thought
I would put it under the bed

because I think this is a really
safe place for it.

So, I'm in the car, and I think,
"Hold on. What if it's counterfeit?"

"What if that's why
everybody's forgotten about it?"

So, I think, "Okay,
I'm gonna take one bill to the bank",

"and they're gonna let me know
whether or not it's real."

So, I'm in the bank, and
I'm waiting in line.

And the teller yells, "Next!"

And I'm all, "Next for what?"

And then I'm like,
"Oh, my God. What am I doing?"

I go to the front door
'cause I'm gonna take this back

and I'm gonna put it
right where I found it

and this is gonna be a really funny
story that I tell you, maybe, someday.

And the next thing I know
is some guy's got a gun in my face

and he's telling everybody,
"Get on the floor."

Say something.

Wow.

Say something else.

Why didn't you tell me
about this yesterday?

Because I didn't want...

I didn't want you to think I was someone who
was capable of doing something like this.

Everyone's capable of doing
something like this, Winona.

Now, I come across huge sums of money,
usually belonging to bad people.

I think, "No one will miss it."

Did you ever take it?

- No.
- I did.

God, Jesus. What am I gonna do?

Well, first thing we're gonna do is put
it back in the vault and hope no one...

"We"? No, Raylan, I'm not gonna
get you further involved in this.

You wanna do this on your own?

- Yeah.
- How you gonna get past security?

I'll... I'll just put it in
with some court documents.

It's gonna look like paper on the X-ray.

That flyrock case you're on,
they've doubled security.

- They're hand-checking every bag.
- Shit.

We'll take it through
the marshals' entrance.

- They don't have cameras back there?
- They do.

So, if this whole thing goes to hell,
people are gonna know you're involved.

That's right.

So, let's make sure it don't go to hell.

Clean coal, dirty lie!
Clean coal, dirty lie!

Clean coal, dirty lie! Clean coal...

Bags, please, ma'am.

Hold on. Put your arms out.

- Turn around.
- Jimbo?

- Who's the new guy?
- Wolf.

He was in the Marshals in Louisville.
Company sent him in to help out.

Well, Mr. Wolf, if any of these badasses
give you a hard time,

just take away their
bladder medication.

I used to like you.

As long as they do what I say,
we got no problem.

Wolf still thinks the western district's
the place to be.

Where's the Derby held at?

Is it in Lexington?
No, that's right. It's in Louisville.

Where's UK? Is that in Louisville?
No, it's right here.

You got colour TV here
yet in Lexington?

Oh, that's next on the list,
right after indoor plumbing.

- I believe it.
- Travelling light today, Miss Hawkins.

- What?
- Where's the other bag?

I left it here overnight.

- I could swear I saw you take it last...
- Well, don't swear an oath, 'cause I didn't.

- Good morning, Raylan.
- Winona.

- Miss Hawkins!
- Good morning, Judge.

Good? It blows dead donkey dick.

Look, with all the crazies outside,
I need to get this ruling done by lunch,

and I want to put the fear of God
into counsel before I do. Let's go.

- Okay, I just need to put my bag in my office.
- No time.

It'll only take one minute.

What's so important in there you have
to put it in your office right now?

- Gym clothes.
- Shit.

I know 50 men in this building that would
pay good money to sniff your gym clothes.

Well, I will keep that in mind
if I'm ever short on cash.

You can take it upstairs later. Let's go.

Well, there you are.

Yes, here I am.

Judge Reardon wants to see you
in chambers.

Me? Why?

I'll bet that comes up in conversation
when you see him in chambers.

- It's inflammatory and meaningless!
- It's the truth, captured on DVD.

- Illegally obtained!
- They thought they were on state land.

Quiet! We didn't come here
to debate the damn thing.

I heard you both on this
ad freaking nauseam. Just...

We're here to lay out the ground rules
of behaviour in my courtroom.

And I'm warning you,
anyone, either side, gets out of line,

I will clamp down on you
like a bear trap on a chicken leg.

- Judge?
- What?

- Well, looky here who it is, Raylan Givens.
- Your Honour?

Everybody, this is Deputy US Marshal
Raylan Givens,

saved my sorry ass not so long ago
from a man intent on killing me.

These two are the counsel
on the flyrock case.

I know you know this fine young lady.

Deputy Givens and Ms. Hawkins here
were married in a previous life.

How'd you ever let her get away?

- We all make mistakes.
- Yeah.

- You asked for me?
- Yeah.

Court-security honcho
said his team checked my courtroom,

but his team's a bunch of geezers.

They're all retired Marshals.

And they're all well
past their sell-by date.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
give it a look-see.

No. Now, tensions are
running high here, Deputy,

and I wanna know if I
bring my gavel down

I don't set off
some kind of incendiary device,

hurry us all along to our maker.

You do that for me?

- I'll do it right now.
- I appreciate it.

So, you're telling me

that you found yourself
someone better than that?

Boyd?

Hello, Raylan.

What are you doing here?

They were gonna put us on a bench
out there in the hallway,

but then the plaintiff's
family's there, too.

So everyone thought
we'd be better off in here.

I hope we're not in your way.

Raylan, this is Miss Carol Johnson.

She works for Black Pike,
the defendant in the federal civil case

before the court this morning.

Miss Johnson, this is Deputy
US Marshal Raylan Givens.

- It's a pleasure.
- Likewise.

Forgive me if I was rude.

I've been asked to make sure
the courthouse is secure.

So, again, Boyd,
what are you doing here?

Boyd is part of my security team.

Security?

I like the suit.

You're aware that Marshal Service provides
courthouse security in any federal case?

I like having one of my own
to watch my back.

Raylan?

Raylan.

I would never presume
to tell you how to do your job,

and I understand that I am
very new to this security game.

However, I have spent a considerable
amount of time hiding explosives.

Now, if you would like, I'd be more than
happy to walk around here with you,

show you where I would hide mine

in case there might be a place
that you might miss.

You have any explosives on you now?

Do you want to pat me down?

No, I'm sure you're fine.

So, you two knew each
other growing up?

Until the age of 19, when Raylan
went off to college and the Marshals

and I went off to Kuwait.

And when did you guys meet up again?

Wasn't it around the time
that he shot you through the chest?

Well, it was shortly before that.

Miss Johnson has recently become
acquainted with some of my past, Raylan.

So, Deputy, what do you think?

Can I trust Boyd here to have my back?

Well, I am an officer of the law,
and I'm in a court of law,

and while not sworn in,

I do feel compelled
to tell you the truth.

Truth is the best policy.

The truth is

I don't know if you can trust Boyd
to have your back, but...

while he has tried to kill me and
I have shot him and imprisoned him

and I wouldn't be surprised if our
paths, again, cross in such a manner,

he has had my back on two occasions.

Once was the last day I was in the
mine, and the other not so long ago.

My, sounds like a love story.

- Be ready to go in 10.
- Judge.

Sweetheart, you're welcome to stay.

Oh, thanks. That's sweet, Judge,

but I'd really rather get my
by-now-rancid clothes back to my office.

You're not afraid I'm gonna change in
front of you, are you?

Well, now, that's the only reason
I would stay.

Charlie?

Charlie!

- Deputy.
- Miss Hawkins.

- We all clear?
- We are.

Well, you should let the judge know.

You know how he likes
to be kept waiting, so...

Yes.

Pleasure.

So nice to have met you, Deputy.

Boyd, I do like the suit.

What's going on? Just...

What are you doing?

Well, Reardon came down
and he needed me in chambers...

- Raylan! Is it clear?
- Be quiet. I'm sorry?

Courtroom? We good?

- Crystal clear, Your Honour.
- Thank you. Winona, I need you inside.

- I just gotta get my bag back...
- You already had time to do that.

I got distracted.

I can see your tall drink of distraction
right here.

Jill, take Miss Hawkins' bag,
put it up in her office.

- Okay.
- No. I got it.

Jill, take the bag.

You're on the third floor?

I'm actually going up there now.
I can take it.

- Raylan, Art needs you.
- Just a few minutes.

Now. Secret Service is here.

Secret Service?
Is the president coming?

They also handle money. He said "now."

Deputy, I don't mind bringing it up.
I'll use the stairs.

- It'll be my exercise for today.
- Come on, Winona.

- Raylan?
- Yeah.

Secret Service?

One of the bills
from yesterday's bank robbery popped.

Raylan.
Rachel tell you what happened?

- Bill popped.
- Yeah, one of the $100s we found on Carter.

Our friends from the Secret Service in
Cincinnati would like a word with you.

It could have come from
one of the drawers.

From one of the people on the floor.

Here you go.

And this is Deputy Raylan Givens.

You interview most of these people?

All of them.

Including your ex-wife?

Yeah.

Any of them mention
losing a $100 bill to the robbers?

Not that I recall.

This resolution sucks.

- Here you go.
- Finally.

I'm still not clear on
why this bill popped.

Well, it's been out of
circulation for 20 years.

They think they might be trying
to counterfeit the older ones

'cause they're easier to fake
and easier to pass.

Most of the older bills were taken out
of circulation precisely for that reason.

So when this old number popped,
we got in the car.

Looks like

an American $100 bill.

- It's real.
- You sure?

No, I'm guessing.

I wonder why we haven't
seen it for 20 years.

I wonder why you give a shit
when it's no longer our responsibility.

Well, thank you for your assistance.

- Coffee sucks, by the way.
- Have a nice day.

Maybe it was in a safe deposit
and somebody just got it out.

Or in a sock drawer or birthday card.

None of the above.
It was in a bank robbery.

- We know that.
- 20 years ago.

I just spoke with a
friend at the FBI in DC.

He ran the serial number
through their database.

That bill was in a robbery of $211,000
from a Lexington savings and loan in 1989.

- Was the money ever recovered?
- It was, all of it.

The trial was in this building in 1990.

So the money was in our vault.

- At one time.
- Maybe it's still there.

Well, wouldn't the fact that a bill was
in circulation imply that it's not there?

Well, I don't know.

- You have a case number?
- I'll get it.

- You know what the name of the bank was?
- Bluegrass Savings and Loan.

Let's go!

- What do you say, Charlie?
- Hey, Art.

- Tim.
- How you doing, Charlie?

Rachel.

Raylan.

I thought you might
need some company.

What's going on?

We're looking for some evidence
from 20 years ago.

20 years ago? All right, well,
we go to the ledgers for that.

- What's the date?
- May 1990.

Now, I know tempers have been running
high, but I'm telling you right now,

I will tolerate no
nonsense in my courtroom.

I have court security standing by
to haul off anyone who gets stupid.

And if the guards don't
take care of it, I will.

All righty, I got three entries,
May 1990.

It's not there.

According to this, the judge in the case

ordered the money
back to the bank after trial.

Did you call the bank?

Bluegrass Savings and Loan went under
in 1992, part of the S&L crisis.

And, again,
as my friend at the FBI says,

none of the serial numbers from the
stolen bills have been seen for 20 years.

Just disappeared?

Well, maybe someone at the bank
socked it away.

- Maybe it was never sent.
- The judge gave the order.

They give the order all the time.

That doesn't mean it happens.
It just falls through the cracks.

I got a great, big box of counterfeit
Beanie Babies over here,

been ordered out of here.
It's still sitting here.

You could call the judge.

It was Judge Reynolds.

He died three years ago.

What was the case number?

While we're down here,
we might as well make sure.

1990053419.

242, one of the old ones in the back.

Well, let's open it up.

- Let's get it.
- 242.

Round of drinks says it's empty.

Sure. I'll take that bet.

$210,000 in forgotten money.

We should run off to Mexico,
start a cult. What are we doing here?

I feel like Geraldo Rivera right before
they opened Al Capone's vault.

Don't tell me you're too young
to know who that is.

Now I really feel like Geraldo
in front of Al Capone's vault.

Rachel, I guess you should call
your friends at the Feeb

and see if they want to pursue this
any further.

Will do.

- Should I lock it up?
- Yeah, we're done, Charlie.

All right.

Pay up, sucker.

I'm gonna disallow it.

- No.
- First warning, Mr. Peener.

I know the video may be accurate,
but it brings no new information.

The fact of death is not in dispute.

- The video's inflammatory.
- It's telling the truth!

Second warning, Mr. Peener.
There is no third.

Junior, listen to the man.

- Mama, he's just...
- Shut it!

May I continue, please?

Sorry, Your Honour.

And it was taken while in the course
of trespassing on private land.

It was night time! We didn't know.

That's it. Get him out of here.

Junior, what did I tell you?

You're gonna put him in jail
for telling the truth?

No, no charge this time.
But I'm telling you what,

I will hold you all in contempt
if it happens at trial.

Now, you best go with your boy
and you take your daughter.

- This ain't right.
- Counsel, advise your clients.

How'd you like it
if a rock crushed your daddy?

- Stop it.
- I videotaped my own daddy dying.

- Stop it.
- You got any idea what that's like?

Hey! If I were you,
I'd sit tight for a few minutes.

Wait till it dies down outside

and let the nut-jobs start heading back
to their caves and tree houses.

Jury selection starts Monday.

Winona.

- Am I still out of jail?
- Yeah, so far.

What was that stuff about
the Secret Service?

It's all right. Go get your bag
and meet me downstairs.

Okay.

- We gotta evacuate.
- Jimbo, what is it?

Bomb threat. Where's the judge?

God damn it!
Jimbo, you know there's never a bomb.

Until there is, Your Honour.

- This bomb threat's probably bullshit.
- Caller was specific.

If we have time to evacuate, we do.

I hate this. I hate this shit.
Come on, everybody. Let's go.

Winona, come on.
Raylan, ándale. Let's go.

I'm just gonna make sure
my office is evac'd.

They're grownups, Raylan. Come on.

I've grown fond of some of them.
I'll be right there.

Turn your cell phones off.
Turn them off right now.

Hold up. Jimbo, hold up.

Everybody's gotta go, Raylan.

Not the judge, not Ms. Johnson
or anyone involved in this case.

What are you talking about?

On this side of security,
no one's got a weapon.

On the other side, it's a different story.

- Who took the call?
- I did.

- Caller ID?
- Just a number, no name.

- All right, did you see the plaintiffs exit?
- I did.

How long after that
did this call come in?

All right, let's roll.

Search every room.
Pike, Bishop, second floor.

Yes, sir.

Anything that isn't nailed
down, you check it.

Yes, sir.

Get out of the car. Step out of the car.

Let me see your hands. Turn around.

I didn't make no bomb threat.
Hell, I don't even have a cell phone.

Me neither.

We didn't say nothing
about no bomb threat.

Keep it clear!

Nothing metallic.

No wires. No blocks.

Looks like stacks of paper.

Go manual.

Clear.

- All clear.
- Stand down.

Stand down. There is no device.

- Stand down?
- The bomb call was from a sniper.

The building is secure.

- Aren't you the hero.
- I'm sorry?

I understand I owe you my life.

- If you were the target.
- Wasn't I?

- Usually it's the judge they're after.
- Really?

Then again, I could be wrong.
Don't let your guard down.

The man belonging to that rifle
is still out there.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Without shackles or an attorney present?
It's a little strange for me, too.

Your boss, he thought it prudent to
bring Ms. Johnson here for safekeeping.

I don't see him.

He said he was gonna go out
and get us some good coffee.

Top left.

Red tape.

Put it back anywhere
except for where you found it.

I think I owe you an apology.

It seems that I woefully neglected
that which you asked me to do.

In what way?

Well, in my haste, I wanted to get you
outside of the courthouse,

which could have led to your death.

Boyd, my security needs go beyond
having a bodyguard.

From the outset, I have had
other things in mind for you to do,

things for which I believe
you are uniquely qualified.

Well, that sounds an awful lot like you
want me to return to my outlaw ways.

How well do you know
the Bennett clan?

Well, everyone in Harlan County
knows Mags Bennett and her boys.

Good.

Mags is getting in the way of my plans,

and she and her boys
are gonna have to be dealt with.

Shit.

Art.

Raylan.

- Charlie here?
- No.

Winona's putting something
in the evidence room.

- Art.
- Winona.

You want me to lock it up?

No. I'll wait for Charlie.