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Previously on Justified...

He was tweaking and pissed
off, asking about Ellen May.

Ellen May?

Where she is or did
she call or some shit.

You believe me now?

Boyd and Ava intended
that man to kill you.

To good taste.

Cheers.

Lee Paxton. Gerald Johns.

Hello, gentlemen.
I'm... Boyd Crowder.

I'm saying go down to Tramble

and talk to that guy who
used to be the Harlan sheriff.

Hunter. Right.

And then after that,
go talk to your father.

We know Drew's
alive and in Harlan,

but it's gonna be
a bitch to find him.

We could use your help.

You tell me right now,

I will make sure you live out
your days in a country-club jail.

Eat shit.

Hasn't anybody killed you yet?

Try not to sound
so disappointed.

You forget you're
the reason I'm in here.

Keep telling yourself that.

What is it this time, Raylan?

Drew Thompson.

Is there a question
in there somewhere?

Josiah Cairn says if anybody
would know who he is,

it'd be you. Mmm.

Sure. I know. Drug
runner. Went splat.

It was in a couple papers.

That's who he was.

I'm asking, do you
know who he is?

Yeah, that's right.
You're asking me,

but you're asking me like you'd
ask me if I want fries with that.

I can ask again.
Different tone, if you like.

Hey, word around the campfire,
well, Josiah lost a foot recently,

and I don't mean to diabetes.

Has that got something
to do with this here?

We can protect you.

Hey, as we speak, one
of your fellow inmates

is cutting a deal to get
a transfer to club fed.

Ashland, maybe Yankton.

I hear Yankton's got the
best food in the federal system.

Anyway, you give him
up first, deal's yours.

Last time we spoke, you
said you weren't too happy

with your circumstances.

This fellow inmate

wouldn't happen to share a
last name with you, would he?

You think I don't know
your daddy's in here?

He murdered a trustee.

People gonna notice,
even at Tramble.

My God, Raylan.

You want to screw
your daddy's deal so bad

that you'd give it to me.

I like you better than him.

I tried to kill you.

I still like you better.

Look, Drew's done.

With or without you.

Even if you don't
want the transfer,

I thought there'd be
enough lawman left in you,

you wouldn't want
to see Arlo win.

Man, you're only a lawman
when it suits you, Raylan.

Gives you cover to do things
you would have done anyways.

This coming from a guy who
sold his badge to a drug cartel.

Why do you care?
About you? I don't.

About Thompson.

I'm paid to care. Come on.

Come on, now. Tell me the truth.

What's in the bag
for you, scarecrow?

Come on.

I catch this fella, I can
write my own ticket.

Bullshit.

You never cared about rank.

Priorities change.

You want the deal or not?

All right, there we go.

Oh, Frank... He's an oddball.

He really is. Now listen.

Your best bet's wait'll
he's sawing logs, right?

And then you come through

right here.

French doors in the solarium.

That's your recommendation, huh?

Yeah, well, for what it's worth.

Broken into a lot of
houses, have you?

Mmm. No.

I'll be the first to admit
that's more your line of work.

Just my two cents is all.

Well, then you won't mind if
I, uh, do my own formulating.

No, just as long as you go in

between 2:00 and
5:00 in the afternoon.

What difference does that make?

Well 5:00, 5:30, that's when
Trish usually gets home.

Wouldn't want her to
be collateral damage.

Well, Mrs. Browning
the only reason

you're concerned with my timing?

Why else should I be concerned?

Well, Mr. Johns,
it occurs to me that

when I kill Frank Browning,

if I were to
immediately be arrested

or even killed myself

by some Johnny-on-the-spot
Johnny Laws,

well, you and your friends

might see that as
two problems solved.

No.

Boyd, we don't look
at you as a problem.

Not at all.

I got a boy who mows my lawn,

I got a boy that does my
shoes at lunch time, and you...

You're gonna be the boy
who takes out my trash, right?

Huh?

Now, if I were to set you up,

I got judges and state
troopers owe me favors.

I call them down on you, and
you'd be locked up within an hour.

You don't kill Frank Browning
by the end of the week,

you even try to act smart,

that's how we're gonna
play it, though, right?

What if I were to kill you right
now, right here in this room?

Well, you'd have to watch my
friends destroy everything you love.

Maybe it's worth it.

I don't feel qualified to
make that call, but like I said,

this whole thing is not my line.

Givens, Arlo, here for his trim.

He have a lay-in?

Yeah, he should.

Called him down from
Ad Seg this morning.

I don't see nothing in the book.

You sure you got the right time?

I guess maybe someone
forgot to write it down.

You know how that goes.

He always like this?

Good days and bad days.

My grandpa's the same way.

Yeah, you catch
him on the right day,

you'd never know
nothing's wrong. Catch him...

Man, you want to give him
another one just to make sure?

Can't remember the last time I
had to sap a guy more than twice.

Jesus, what'd you give him?

Just doubled up
what he's already on.

Thorazine, Clorazine,
some kind of "zine."

See, this way, the tox screen
won't raise any eyebrows.

Ah, smart. Smart.

Hey, so we got
about five minutes

before they notice
the cameras are off.

I'm gonna be outside posted up.

Soon at it's over, you
knock on that door.

I'm gonna come in
hard, pull you off of him,

hit the deuces.

Hey.

You gotta tell this investigator

you slipped in behind me

when I went to the men's room.

All right?

Hey, now...

You know you're looking at
some serious SHU time here?

I mean, supermax, even,
you pull the wrong judge.

Be nice to have some
privacy for a while.

Nothing personal, Arlo.

I'll do my best to
be quick about it.

Ahhh!

Get some!

Get some!

Get some, yeah!

Get some, yeah! Get some!

Get some! Ahhh!

♪ On this lonely road

♪ Trying to make it home

♪ Doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

♪ I'm fighting for my soul

♪ God get at your boy

♪ You try to bogard
Fall back, I go hard

♪ On this lonely road
Trying to make it home

♪ Doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

♪ I see them long,
hard times to come ♪

That's it for this one.

You think I'll ever get used
to having my mail x-rayed?

I sure hope not.

Nineteen possibilities so far.

Is that a lot or a little?

You were married to him.

How can you not
remember what he looks like?

You know how much
people change in 30 years?

Time was, I looked
like Ava Gardner.

It's not your bullshit
itself that bothers me.

It's that your bullshit
makes me think

you're holding something back.

I'm doing my best.

Mmm-hmm.

Raylan, come here a minute.

Maybe I could
remember his voice.

Maybe his aura.

Perhaps if you waved
your hand over each photo,

one'll give you a vibe.

You still look like Ava Gardner.

Arlo took a shiv to the chest.

They don't think he's gonna
make it through the night.

Have Tim finish up
with Eve if you want.

No, I was almost done.

You sure? I got it. Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Is everything okay?

Raylan? Hmm?

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Something happen?

Uh...

Man who was gonna
make a deal to give up Drew

took a shiv in the chest.

They don't think he'll
make it through the night.

My God.

Mmm.

You have to leave?

Not right away.

Seeing me would just upset him.

Can I get you some sweet tea?

Oh, uh, no, thank you, ma'am.

You sure? Ask nice, I bet we
can get her to put a little Irish in.

Well, I'm fine.

Well, suit yourself.

I'll let you boys
get to business.

Have a seat.

Trish is the only reason
those bastards sat still for me

moving up here way back when.

Didn't matter how many
seams that I held leases on.

They always looked at me like I
was cropping a share with my daddy.

But they sure did want
her at their little key parties.

Only reason I'm telling you this

is 'cause I know that you're
engaged to a head-turner yourself.

Want to make sure you're coming
up here with your eyes wide open.

Well, I appreciate
the warning, sir,

but your friends' interest
in me got nothing to do

with my head-turner.

That's too bad.

Too bad?

Well, these boys' only hobbies

are screwing and spending.

So if they're not using
you for your fiancée,

I'd say they've enlisted
you to blow a hole in the wall

of one of my slurry ponds,

cover their land
with toxic sludge

so the EPA will come in

and shower them
with superfund money.

Not that either,
sir, I'm sad to say.

They didn't send me up
here to release your slurry.

They sent me up
here to bury you in it.

They didn't send you here
to tell me about it beforehand.

No, sir.

They did not.

I thought I'd give you a
chance to beat their price.

You want me to pay
you not to kill me?

You do much hunting?

I used to with my
brother Bowman.

I haven't felt the
urge since he passed.

You know that old quote about

how once you hunt a man

that there's no thrill in
hunting anything else?

It rings a bell.

I don't know that I
agree all the way,

but I will allow that
there is nothing quite like

stalking something
that's stalking you back.

Ain't that right, Deke?

Never really thought about it.

Mr. Browning...

I'm gonna say
this one more time.

My offer still stands.

Hmm.

Well...

I appreciate that, Boyd.

But, see, I pride myself
on being the kind of man

that'd rather beat
you than buy you.

Now you take your
bottom-feeding ass

out of here while
you're still able.

If you ever come
around this house again,

you best be prepared
for me to get inhospitable.

Colt.

How'd it go? Fine.

Baby.

He got a little ornery.
Nothing I can't handle.

Ornery?

Well, he's a man used
to having the upper hand.

Took him a little while
to accept his situation.

But he did? He accepted it?

Baby, that's great!

I can't wait to see the
faces on these assholes

when they find out how quick
you got done what they couldn't.

Uh, is Johnny around?

He was. He left about 10
minutes ago, didn't say where for.

Why?

No reason. I just
need a minute. Colton.

And then he wheels out his
big gun, his security detail.

This is now a two-man job.

I feel like the seat cushion for
two fat people at a football game.

So I don't really know
what to do from here.

I know I can't do it alone.

I know I'm gonna need you.

And I know I'm
gonna need Johnny.

I'm sorry, am I
interrupting something?

No, of course not.

You were saying
Browning's got backup.

I was saying that I'm between
some awful hard rocks.

And you're busy passing
notes to cheerleaders

during Math class.

Boyd.

Can it wait?

I don't think so.

Wynn Duffy.

I need a word.

Well, why else
would you be here?

Go get a drink, Mikey.

Well, why do I all of a sudden feel
like I'm sitting in the principal's office?

Oh, make that the
assistant principal's office.

This thing with the guy
getting his foot cut off.

Josiah.

His situation has further
alarmed our friend in Detroit.

His situation?

The feds have him.

Well, so what? He's
not Drew Thompson.

But he could have been.

Theo wants Drew found now.

A week ago, you said you
would have him in a week.

Well, things have gotten
a little more complicated.

They certainly have.

Theo's got a guy on his way down

who has apparently killed
more people than malaria.

And it is my understanding,
if we don't find Drew for him

so he can bring his
scalp back to Detroit,

he's gonna bring ours instead.

Well, that doesn't seem like
real sound management style.

Threatening to murder
loyal employees.

Do you understand? Theo is
ready to scorch the earth down here.

Now, are we gonna have a
name to give this guy, or not?

I've got two names.

That's as far as I've
been able to narrow it.

Well, that's great.

Should we just tell
him to flip a coin?

I think we should play it safe

and tell him to
kill both of them.

Look, Frank.

Just 'cause Crowder says they're
moving against you, that don't make it so.

They want a war?

They want to bury
me in my own slurry?

I'll choke that damn
pond so full of bodies,

you'll be able to walk across
it without getting your feet wet.

You just need to
calm down, all right?

No, don't tell me to calm down!

Tell me how we're gonna win.

The hell else am
I paying you for?

You're paying me
for my expertise.

You answer the goddamn door.

Help you? Mr. Browning?

What, are you serious?

I need to see Mr. Browning.

What about?

Mr. Browning. That's right.

Frank, how many times
I got to tell you not to...

Look, I... Hold still.

I don't know...

I don't know what you... Shh.

Yeah.

Yes?

So just to confirm, the man in
the photo is not the correct target.

All right.

Hey, look, I realize
that mistakes happen,

and, I mean, trust me, nobody's
gonna miss old Deke here.

Now, I don't know
Shelby's game...

I don't know Shelby.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
been poking around.

Saint Christopher.

Patron saint of travelers,

sailors, pilots, and bachelors.

Is that why you have
it? The bachelor part.

Well, actually, it
belonged to Abby, my wife.

Same as those clothes.

She ain't dead, is she?

Not that I know of.

Good.

Wouldn't feel right wearing
a dead woman's clothes.

So, which one of
you did the leaving?

She did.

Packed her bag one
day while I was at work,

left a note on
top of the TV set.

Going on 25 years ago, must be.

My mama did the same thing.

No note, but...

She did leave dinner
for us in the fridge.

How old were you?

I don't know...

Three or so.

Young enough I...

Can't remember
what she looks like.

People always told
me I favored her.

Now that you mention it,

you kind of favor Abby some.

It's funny how sometimes
wearing different clothes

makes you feel like
a different person.

But sometimes it just makes you
feel like yourself playing dress-up.

Well, must have been

a year after I first joined
the sheriff's department

before I could put on my uniform

without feeling like I
was wearing a costume.

Bet you looked awful handsome.

Do you think that, um...

That I could ever
be the kind of woman

who belongs in these clothes?

And walk into church

and not have people say,

"Now, ain't that sweet?

"The whore's come to get saved?"

I think...

If you pretend to be
something long enough,

it's not pretending.

I guess my first step would
be to get right with the Lord.

'Cause of how you
made your living?

Oh, not just that.

What else?

Something to do
with Ava Crowder?

Something you saw her do?

Something you did together?

Yeah, this is Shelby.

God damn.

Hey.

I just sold you a
bundle two days ago,

and you're here for another.
You're gonna be dead in a week.

Come on in.

Take your clothes off.
Make yourself at home.

Remember when I
bought that last bundle?

You asked me to strip then, too.

You remember what I said? Yeah.

Well, this time, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to insist.

Do you remember what I said?

Yeah, you said I could either let
you in and make myself some cash,

or continue disrespecting you and
open myself up to a world of shit.

Well, I want you to
remember what I got right here.

Okay.

What can I get you?
Same as before?

No.

I need a loan.

A loan, huh?

Yeah.

I need 20 grand.

20. Mmm.

Well, how you want it,
hundreds or tens, fives?

I mean, I could give you singles

if the plan is to make it
rain at the Lobster Box.

All right.

How come you're not afraid
of blowing your nuts off, huh?

Is that 'cause you
keep the safety on,

or that you keep the
chamber empty, or both?

Come on. Please, man. Please.

I ought to make you strip.

You stupid bastard.

Hello.

I didn't see anything.
I didn't hear anything.

I swear it's the last time
I'm gonna use, please.

Open your eyes.

I don't want to see your face.

You already saw my face.

You were watching
me when I walked in.

Open your eyes.

I know you.

I've never seen you before.

We met at the VA.

You were with that marshal.

Oh, yeah. Right.

What's your name?

Mark.

Hey, Mark.

I'm Colt.

Want one?

Sure. Okay.

We are in the shit, Mark.

I don't know what to do.

Someone's trying
to run a game on me,

and I don't know
who it is exactly,

but I know it's not that girl.

At least not by herself.

Man, that's your business.

Uh, it's your
business, too, Mark.

I mean, we're here, right?

You have any family, huh? You
married, do you have kids, anything?

Figured I best get clean first.

That's smart.

I should do that, too.

So here's the deal, Mark.

It's gonna be like I
was never here, right?

Like this never happened.

Copy that.

All right.

You're not gonna
say anything, huh?

Just lie there and wait me out.

Doc says you've been in and out

and there's a chance you'd
sleep all the time I was here,

but we both know you're
too mean to go that easy,

so come on.

Give me something.

I ain't asking for an apology.

Hell, that'd take too long,

and I don't want
any fatherly advice.

Figure if you had
any worth giving,

you wouldn't be circling the
drain in a prison infirmary.

Just...

Give me something.

Who's Drew Thompson?

Not for me. For your grandkids.

They can grow up with a
chief deputy for a daddy,

hear stories about
their granddaddy

who wasn't just
a son of a bitch.

All right, Arlo.

This is your last last chance.

Don't go.

Closer.

Kiss my ass.

You're not ticklish, are
you, huh? You're ticklish?

Give me that hand.

Yeah. Nice and tight.

Nice and tight.

Ah, ooh, yeah.

Oh, shit. Is that your wife?

If it were my wife, the
worst thing she would do

is ask to join in.

But my wife, she
don't ring the bell.

Oh.

That makes sense.

Yeah, it does.

Officer, what can I do for you?

Mr. Keener. Yes, sir.

Hold still, please.

Excuse me? Just...

Is there a problem, officer?

Yeah.

All right, then.

So, not half a day after you asked
me to look into a list of names,

one of the men on
that list turns up dead.

Mmm.

Can I assume that's
not a coincidence?

I try not to assume anything,

but I'll allow if it is a
coincidence, it's a hell of a one.

Except that now, I got a
second stiff who's not on your list

and was killed the
same way as the first.

Close-range hollow-point,

head shot after
he hits the ground.

And it would be hell's own
shakes of a coincidence

if he wasn't killed
by the same man.

Hmm. So I guess
the question here is,

which one of those
coincidences is just a coincidence?

What's the list?

Drew Thompson's widow... Or
former widow, whatever she is.

Had her go through DMV photos,

put aside any guys that
could be her dearly departed,

plus 30 years.

You never said
anything about the widow.

Seeing as that you're only
interested in enforcing the law

and under no circumstances
are you helping Boyd

stay ahead of my investigation,

I don't see why you'd much care.

Boyd's doing just fine
staying ahead of you

without any help from me.

What's that mean?

Mmm, Browning's wife...

Or widow, I guess she is now.

She said that Boyd came
to see him this morning

a good three, four hours before
you called me with your list.

What about this fella?

His widow say anything
about Boyd coming?

Well, that ain't his widow.

Hey, where you been? You
missed all the excitement.

I had some personal business.

Plus, apparently, my cousin
has decided to start World War Ill.

What are you talking about?

Well, you missed all the sirens,

'cause Boyd's dropped three
bodies in the last few hours.

Boyd hasn't dropped anybody.

What?

Are you saying that
you killed those men?

Why?

'Cause one of them
was Drew Thompson.

According to who?

Boyd?

Only one of them
even could have been,

and that would've been Browning,

but that'd be a hell
of a coincidence.

How so?

Well, there's been a bunch
of men wanting Boyd to kill him

over some land deal.

Then it was the other
one. That Sam guy.

Sam Keener was an old
drinking buddy of my Uncle Owen's

way back in the day
before I was even born.

That would've been 10, 12
years before Drew even got here.

So you're telling me that, uh...

That Boyd just handed
me his enemies list?

Oh, I'm just telling
you what I know.

Mr. Crowder, I have some
good news and some bad news.

The good news is you're
about to get your wish

as far as having your cousin
shuffled off this mortal coil.

The bad news?

That makes you the man who's
going to bring me Drew Thompson

or die trying.

And remember, you wanted this.

I should've known.

Should've known what?

Raylan Givens, if you were
coming down here anyway,

why have Shelby
drag me in again?

I didn't have him drag you in
the first time. What's going on?

Oh, what's it look like?

Did Shelby send you?

Well, he's the boss, isn't he?

I just saw him not
15 minutes ago.

He didn't mention anything.

Well, maybe he figured it
wasn't any of your concern.

Well, except I told
him I was coming here.

I'm sorry.

We haven't met. I'm deputy
US Marshal, Raylan Givens.

All due respect...
Okay, just hold up.

Is that an engagement ring?

Mmm-hmm. BOYD:
That's a big rock, ain't it?

Now, as acrimonious
as our relationship

has been lately, Raylan,

Ava and I discussed it,

and you're still gonna
be on the guest list.

You know the
definition of crazy, right?

Keep doing the same thing over and over
and expecting it to come out different.

Sir?

I'm gonna need
you to step aside.

Okay, maybe I'm crazy,

or I'm just having
a hell of a day.

Did you just give me an order?

You don't move,
I'm gonna shoot you.

Jesus, I hope I got that right.

Well, I don't
recognize this number.

But there ain't but a few people

that'd be calling me
from this area code.

My name is Nick Augustine. I
speak for a man named Theo Tonin.

I understand you've
been trying to reach us.

You have 30 seconds.

Well, now, that's not very long.

It is, considering the
trouble you've given us lately.

Well, if you mean by not dying
at the hands of your button man,

hopefully you'll understand
if I don't apologize.

You gave that same button
man two wrong targets.

Well, now, to be fair, Mr...

I'm sorry. What was your name?

Augustine. Twenty seconds.

Well, now, to be
fair, Mr. Augustine,

I didn't give him those names.

You gave them to Duffy.

Which begs the question,
now, why would you want

to back a man who got took when
you can back the man who took him?

Now, how am I doing on time?

Go ahead.

Now, it seems to me, Mr. Augustine,
you're desperately in need

of a man down here who
knows the lay of the land.

A man who will not only
bring you Drew Thompson,

but who will also
continue to make sure

that your Kentucky endeavors
run smoothly long after this

unfortunate series of
events have passed.

And you want to be that man?

Yes, sir. I do.

Call me at this number
when you have Drew,

and we'll discuss your future.

Well, actually,
uh, Mr. Augustine,

there is something I'm gonna
need from you before that.

We don't do favors, Mr. Crowder.

Anything we give
you now will be a debt

we expect you to repay.

Can I assume you
understand what that means?

Yes, Mr. Augustine.
I believe I do.

I believe you're in the clear.

That's a load off.

Raylan, I just want you to know

I was almost certain
you weren't a cop killer.

Almost.

Any idea where
he got that uniform?

We figure he stole it
from a dry cleaners.

Any idea who he was?

No ID yet, but five'll get
you 10 he's out of Detroit.

Whole lot more
where he came from.

Only question is, does Theo
have that many more targets?

He will when he realizes
Drew's still missing.

What about Browning?
Could he be Drew?

I know he was on Eve's list.

His prints match
his army records.

He's been Frank Browning
at least since 1972.

And Eve's the widow, right?

Mmm-hmm.

She really psychic?

Opinions abound.

How big is Eve's list?

Twenty seven.

Uh, 26, now that we've
crossed off Browning.

That's a lot of people.

Take a lot of manpower
to cover that many.

And we don't even know
if she just picked out guys

that looked the least like Drew.

Well, I thought we were
covered in bullshit before.

Well, if you're looking
to add to your list,

you might start with the other
guys Boyd's been seen with lately.

Couple of Clover Hill swells.

Lee Paxton and,
uh, Gerald Johns.

Think one of them could be Drew?

I think Boyd thinks so.

Can't figure any other reason
he'd be cozying up to them.

Do you mind keeping eyes on them

while we try to get our
shit together around here?

Be my pleasure.

I wouldn't mind putting
eyes on the widow.

From what Raylan says,
she's something to look at.

Well, she's at the motel
with her security detail,

so I wouldn't go peeking
in the windows if I was you.

Why do the pretty ones
always go for the bad boys?

I ask myself that every day.

I guess they think they can
change us, right, Raylan?

I still don't
entirely trust him.

You know, maybe we
should just go at Boyd directly

now that it seems that he
and Theo have had a falling out.

Only thing we know for sure is

he's Theo's only loose end.

Well, him and your
daddy, at least for now.

Arlo's dead.

Got the call an hour ago.

What?

You okay?

Yeah.

You sure? Art, I'm fine.

Can we get back to the case?

Yeah, we can, but
you're going home.

What? You're taking the week.

Bullshit. No debate
about this, Raylan.

Rachel, Tim, come in my office.

Art, I brought you this case.

Raylan, this is a US
Marshal Service case.

I pulled it out of the wall
of my goddamn house.

Well, nobody's taking
it away from you.

Clearly.

Let us carry the
ball for a while.

We'll make sure you're
there when we take him down.

Yeah, what do you care if we
drive the ball into field-goal range,

just as long as you're
there to kick it through?

Okay.

Do me a favor. Yeah.

Don't say shit unless
you know for sure it helps.

Raylan... Art, look at my desk.

You see any photos of the man?

So what are we talking about?

We're just talking about a case,

a big case that I'm sure
you'd love to retire on.

And who's got a better chance
of catching him than me?

I'll take a day. You'll
take a few days.

I'll take two days.

Go down to Tramble in
the morning, claim the body,

I'll be back here the day after.

I'll see you the
day after tomorrow.

But if you do one
thing that I don't like,

I will pull your ass.

See you then. You hear me?

Gentlemen, my apologies
for making you wait.

Appears I wasn't clear
enough when last we spoke.

You don't call us to
meetings. We call you.

Well, in that case, I appreciate
you making the exception.

We felt the job you did
on Browning yesterday

warranted a
one-time magnanimity.

Just don't go thinking it makes
you the man that killed Jesse James.

No.

Uh, can I offer you
gentlemen something to drink?

Boyd, it's 10:30 in the morning.

Well, it seems to me
you're the kind of men

who don't feel
bound and conformed

to the conventions of
normal social behavior.

Where the hell is Sam?

Have you called him here?

Well, that would be a
real trick, wouldn't it?

What does that mean?

Well, I don't suppose you
gentlemen saw the news this morning.

Someone shot Sam Keener dead.

Police think it might
have been the same fella

who killed Frank Browning.

You piece of white trash.

I want to personally make sure

that you don't live to see
Sam put in the ground.

By doing what?

Siccing all your staties on me,

all them judges you
tell how high to jump?

Why don't you call them?

Really, we got time.

We're sorry. You
have reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

If you feel you
have reached this...

They didn't pick up?

Oh, they ain't
never gonna pick up.

See, I had a very powerful
man I know put the word out

that continued relationships
with the three of you

would not be in
their best interest.

Turns out fear is a
powerful motivator,

even more powerful than greed.

Sit your white-collar ass down!

Now, I know people like you are
used to taking from people like me.

But there comes a point when people
like me can't take any more taking.

Now, all the things you've done,

the way you built your fortunes,

it might make you criminals,

but it don't make you outlaws.

I am the outlaw.

And this is my world.

And my world has
a high cost of living.

How much do you want?

A hundred. Thousand?

Each.

Oh, and, uh, I want you

to help me get a
Dairy Queen franchise.

Cousin Johnny.

All right.

You gentlemen like ice cream?

I love a Peanut Buster Parfait.

Shh. Shh. Shh. But Dairy Queen?

Dairy Queens are like
California real estate.

Value may dip
every now and then,

but it always goes back
up in the summertime.

Oh!

This is it, baby.

This is going legit.

This is how we see to it our
grandkids grow up bona fide.

Three generations?

Three generations. That's right.

Boyd, you think
we're gonna be alive

to see three generations
down the road?

What's that supposed to mean?

Yesterday, you got
trouble from those assholes.

You got trouble from Duffy.

You get Theo Tonin
to make one phone call,

and all those troubles
just magically disappear.

Nothing backs down a bully
like a bigger, meaner bully.

Right.

But what happens when
you get trouble from Theo?

Who you gonna call
to back him down?

Is there anybody
bigger than Theo?

Just God and Uncle Sam.

Jesus, Boyd. Baby, baby. Shh.

Like I said, it's
nothing I can't handle.

Don't lose faith
now. We're so close.

This is our time.

Let's break through
that glass ceiling.