Justified

Joe? Come on in.

Right in there.

Ahh.

There's some pitting on number six.

Okay.

Okay, Paula, look at me a little bit and open wide -- Ahh.

Ahh.

Oh, listen to you. You sound like an opera star.

Look at that. Perfect.

Look at that.

Perfect!

You're in great shape, kiddo. Here, you can rinse up now.

Hola.

Here you go.

Hi, Mrs. Pena. What is this?

Tamales, doctor.

Oh, they smell awesome.

But I told you, you don't have to worry about this.

You just pay whenever you can.

Until then, tamales.

Great job, Paula.

Thank you.

You're a good man, Dr. Oldham.

Oh, you are too kind.

Are you an idiot?!

Mr. Ferguson, please lower your voice.

Mrs. Pena, thank you so much for the tamales.

And, Paula, up and down, not side to side, okay?

Okay, honey.

Gracias.

Thanks a lot.

I'll see you next time.

Come on.

Hi, Mr. Ferguson.

Finally, someone with a brain.

Is there a problem?

Fire this woman.

She has no idea what she's talking about, and she's wasting my time.

I have clients to get to.

He insists his insurance company covers these procedures.

I've called repeatedly. They don't.

As I have explained three times now,

my insurance company requires additional paperwork for the semi-elective procedures,

i.e., my caps and gold crowns, which she is clearly too lazy to do!

I'll look into it.

Don't look into it. Fix it.

I can't come in here every time and argue with your sub-mental staff

about out-of-pocket compensation!

I have things to do!

Would you keep your voice down?

You know what?

I have had it with you people.

I could get better dental work in a third-world country.

A cleaner office, too.

I mean, Jesus! Get some Pine-Sol!

Leave here needing a tetanus shot.

No, I don't care if he's a paraplegic, and I don't care if he's a quadriplegic.

Hell, I don't care if he's just a torso on a skateboard, my man.

Whoa, what the hell?!

Don't move. Don't move.

Now, you're gonna do everything I say,

or I'm gonna jab this needle in your neck, I'm gonna depress the plunger,

I'm gonna shoot you full of drain cleaner, and you're gonna die.

You got to be kidding...

Okay, okay, okay.

All right. Open the door.

Open the door.

Okay.

Okay. Get in.

Okay, okay.

Put the seat back.

Okay.

Put it back. Faster.

This is as fast as it goes, okay?

All right.

Open your mouth.

Mmmm.

Just open your mouth.

Go, "ahh, ahh." It's easy.

Ahh.

Good, good, good, good, good.

Now, you think I'm a real jerk-off, right?

It's rhetorical. Shut up.

Mm.

You think because I have a shabby, little office that I'm a loser?

I'm a man, Mr. Ferguson.

I help people.

I take care of them in exchange for tamales and hot sauce.

Now, in order to pay for that,

assholes like you get the upsell,

the bonding, the laser whitening, the gold, not porcelain, crowns.

- Now you're saying you don't want to pay? - I...

- You don't want to pay me? - I didn't...

You know what?

It's all right.

But I'm gonna take back what's mine.

- Mnh! - Open your mouth.

I'm gonna stab you in the throat.

I'm gonna stab you in the throat.

You can consider me a repo man, all right?

Open wide. Open wide. "Ahh."

Okay. Halfway done. Good job.

Real wide, real wide, real wide.

Little bit more, little more.

Wide, wide!

You can rinse now.

This morning at 8:45 L.A. time,

LAPD got a 911 call from a patient of a Dr. Peter Oldham, DDS, from a Mr. Ferguson,

who had two of his back molars excised without anesthetic in a parking lot.

Rollie Pike.

Well, how did they find out?

LAPD ran prints, got a match.

Media?

Oh, yeah. It's all over CNN now.

Security-camera footage. "The crazy dentist." It's got legs.

What's the clock on it?

The cartel has a long memory.

There's a flight, connects through Chicago to L.A.,

leaves in 40 minutes. Rachel's downstairs.

She gonna go with you.

What?

You afraid she's gonna cramp your style, cock-block you from banging a starlet?

Yeah, and Rollie's my case.

Yeah, but because of you, it's now mine, too.

And Rachel's going with you.

Oh, and not only that.

You're gonna love this part --

Rachel's taking lead.

Why?

Raylan Givens.

Jim.

Hey, Raylan.

Hello, Jim.

Look at that hat!

How's Winona?

Oh, she's still happily married to someone else, thanks for asking.

Rachel Brooks, Jim Fruzinski.

Jim and I worked together in Texas.

Uh, Rachel's the lead on this one.

Well, thank God.

Now maybe we won't lose him a third time.

Just the once in Brownsville.

What about Nicaragua?

He wasn't there.

He tell you how he lost Pike in Brownsville?

I read the report.

She read the report.

No, the report lacks all the flavor, all the nuance.

You want me to tell her or do you want to do it?

I think we should get to work.

We all knew Rollie was heading for the border.

So Ray-Ray here went to Brownsville, and he staked out a bar where people go to buy paper.

And sure enough, Rollie walked in.

Raylan made his pitch.

He told Rollie he could either spend a short life on the run from bad guys like Tommy Bucks,

or he could get him into WITSEC and get him a new identity.

Now, you must have really thought you had him.

He gave me his word.

Yeah, see, I always take a fugitive's word over handcuffs.

And then Rollie asked him if he could finish watching -- what was it

a kid's Christmas special on TV?

And then what happened next?

This is my favorite part.

I went next door to 31 Flavors.

He went and got himself an ice cream!

And then the next time you saw his face was, what, on your computer screen this morning?

Excuse me.

I'm guessing you're shutting down the office,

and I was wondering if I could take these so they don't go bad.

What are they?

Tamales. You want one?

No thanks.

Your loss. They're real good.

Who's she?

Receptionist --

Mindy Springer.

How did he pass himself off as a dentist?

Ha. He wasn't passing.

He got himself a degree from a dental school down in Panama.

Came back here, kept his head down, worked the fringe --

illegals, people without insurance.

Just doesn't seem like a dentist.

Always thought he'd be on a beach somewhere in Belize or Brazil.

Um, we may have a problem.

There's gold missing.

Hey.

Hey.

Let me see.

Mrs. Pena's tamales?

Underneath.

Oh!

Smart.

It was exciting.

But there were a lot more guys than I expected.

Yeah, well, I did extract two teeth without anesthesia...

Or permission.

But why would they send out 20 guys?

I got a lot of unpaid parking tickets.

Huh.

So, what do we do now?