Justified

Previously on "Justified"...

Well, hello, Raylan!

Winona.

Gary.

Hey, uh, I just want to let you know

I'm planning to show the house again tonight.

Well, that's fine, but, you know, you could have

told me that over the phone.

I love you.

And I do want you back... simple as that.

All right. So what is it?

We need to get a divorce.

You think he knows?

Don't worry about Boyd.

Kyle, what if he bails on us?

When he goes down in the mine, we'll just blow him up.

Hands up, fool! This is a robbery!

Boyd.

Put those explosives in the brown bag.

You ready?

Hey, so long, there, Boyd!

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

and I made sure that the blasting cap went in their packet and not mine.

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

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

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

Ava, you can help me, or you can refuse.

Either way, I will understand.

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

ATF inquiry 2359826.

Interview with Boyd Crowder.

All right, and it was during that conversation that Kyle made

his first threats against yourself and Mrs. Crowder?

Miss Crowder.

Against yourself and miss Crowder?

I believe we've already waded through these waters.

Tell us again.

They showed up at the house, said they were gonna rob the mine,

said they needed a powderman.

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

So you never actually heard Kyle make these threats.

Like I said, I was already gone to work.

Meaning Boyd told you what Kyle said.

Just like Boyd told you

that morning was the first time he heard about the plan to rob the mine.

And it's not possible that he lied.

Why would I lie?

Because if you can prove you were coerced,

couldn't call the police out of fear for your life, then you're not criminally responsible.

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

So I want you to tell us right now where the rest of the money is.

I thought it burnt up.

Some of it burned up.

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

"Felony murder"?

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

No, ma'am, felony murder means if you knew the crime was

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

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

After everything your brother put her through,

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

You know, I was just wondering...

Did she screw all your relatives or just you two?

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

but if you disrespect Ava one more time, I'm gonna come across this table.

Chief, it seems clear to me that Mr. Crowder just threatened a federal officer.

And I would think that that is reason enough for you to take him into custody.

Much as I might like to personally throw Mr. Crowder's ass

in a holding cell, I think a threat against a federal officer

would be a little more specific, something more along the lines

of "if you disrespect miss Crowder again, I'll beat the ever-loving shit out of you."

You gonna charge me?

Oh, I have to get my purse.

Okay.

Raylan.

Boyd.

I am impressed.

How is possible you're not in cuffs?

When someone is threatning a woman that you care deeply for

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

Now, I seem to recall you being in that situation a time or two yourself.

In fact, I seem to recall you being in the same situation with the same woman.

Ain't that something?

Just tell me what you did, Gary.

I am trying to tell you what I did, if you would just

give me five minutes to listen to me!

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

I'm trying to find a legitimate way for us to get out of this hole that we are in!

- Where are you going? - I'm leaving!

Oh, you just wait five minutes and let me talk to you

instead of getting mad all the time?!

Then talk to me, Gary!

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

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

It is a champion Arabian, Winona!

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

After everything that has happened... everything, Gary...

after everything that has happened, you did that, and

- you didn't talk to me about it? - Well, where do I find you, Winona?

- Where do I find you, huh?! - Oh, that's enough.

What? Oh, you're gonna walk out now?

I'm leaving.

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

I worked all... Winona!

I missed you last night.

Last night, I was working late.

You should have called.

I was up half the night staring at the ceiling.

Thinking about what?

You think all I'm doing when I'm lying in bed

alone is thinking about you?

Not necessarily.

There was a good 5 or 6 minutes when I didn't think about you once.

I have plenty of other things on my mind.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe the fact that my soon-to-be second ex-husband

just remortgaged our last asset to buy a horse.

It's not funny.

It's a little bit funny.

I'm sorry.

Look, I wish there was something I could do.

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

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

I don't have a key to that.

What?

Only Weaver's got a key to the cage.

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

you don't think maybe that was a good time to tell me you didn't have a key to that?

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

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

They're my transcripts from the coal Flyrock case.

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

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

Seem excessive.

Oh, you think judge Reardon's excessive?

So... we wait.

Sure Weaver will be here any minute.

You don't have to go to work?

It's a circus up there.

Happy to avoid it.

You remember that night Gary was waiting for you outside your motel?

Did me touching you just remind you of Gary?

No.

It reminded me of that night... when you told me about the pregnant fugitive.

Oh.

Just, it got me wondering if maybe...

I don't know... maybe we had changed.

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

Two rocking chairs on the porch.

Bunch of little Raylans running around with toy guns.

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

as long as every morning I walked out the door

you felt like I might never walk back in?

What if there wasn't that chance?

Meaning what?

Meaning what if when you walk through the door,

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

And once again, we have silence.

All right, well, I guess things haven't changed so much after all, have they?

- What do you want me to say? - I don't know.

Don't you ever wonder?

Sure. Yeah.

I wonder.

But?

That'll be Weaver.

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

Okay.

Main lock boxes are all full up, but...

Now if that's okay, we got some more ones

back here that don't get used anymore.

That's Weaver.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. ATF. I know. All right.

Oh.

Uh, y-you mind, uh, taking it from here?

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

- Reception down here is for shit. - All right. I'll just yell if I need you.

All right. I'll come a-shooting.

Okay.

Next.

Next in line. Next.

That's you, honey.

Back away from the counter!

Anybody tries to trip the silents gets a bullet for

himself and one for the guy next to him.

Everyone down!

Easy, son.

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

Get your ass away from that phone!

Everybody move around front.

Everybody on the floor!

Do it! Now!

All right.

Wallets and jewelry, people.

Walk. Walk.

Yeah.

There you go.

Stay down!

Get your ass away from that phone!