Justified

Previously on Justified...

This is not what we discussed on the telephone.

I figure you're good enough that no one can link the hitters from last night to you.

- Thank you. - Except, of course, for Gary.

He seems like a bit of a loose end.

I'd leave the country, but that's entirely up to you.

Are we finished?

As long as you understand that the next time we have this conversation,

there won't be a conversation.

Devil, you want sugar?

Devil!

Hello, Ava.

It's the top of the first, Raylan.

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter...

Cut him down.

Now, God damn it.

Wait, Raylan! Come on. Listen to me.

You ain't getting to Loretta without me, and you know it.

Boyd?

He shot Ava.

I'm gonna need him for a little bit.

What, are you asking me or are you telling me?

Makes you feel better, you can tell people I asked.

I want you to leave this alone.

I want you to leave it to the authorities. This is not your problem, Raylan.

I promise you I will be fine.

Okay. Take me to work.

And go to Harlan.

But I can't promise you I'm gonna be here when you get back.

I need you and your boys to put your guns down.

And why would we do that?

Maybe you don't want to see your brother's brains fly through the air.

Guys! Cease fire!

- Was I speeding? - Winona Hawkins?

- Yeah. - Ma'am, this is a courtesy stop.

Chief Deputy Art Mullen's been trying to reach you.

- Hi. - Hey.

How is he?

He's sleeping right now, but he's gonna be all right.

The bullet went right through his side, just under the ribs.

Didn't hit any vitals.

He's a lucky son of a gun.

Look, Art, I...

End of the hall, Winona. First door on the left.

I even tried a cross-pull. I don't think I've done that since Glynco.

How'd that work for you?

Won't be doing it again.

Did you try lefty?

So I could shoot the side of a barn?

All right, we'll try one more week of medical restriction,

and then I'll issue you some hand grenades.

You're a lucky man, Raylan.

I got shot, Art.

Only thing that saved you was all that body fat you got going on there.

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable.

Why? We're alone.

Crowder's here.

Didn't wear your suit.

Boy, you say that as if I've only got the one and not a whole closet full.

I'm sorry. You didn't wear your black suit.

Well, I can see by the hitch in your step you're still not 100%.

Yeah. How's Ava?

She's moving not so different from you.

She's healing.

So, was I right not to wear my suit?

Well, we don't have a strict dress code.

Well, it just occurred to me that Raylan Givens invites me up to Lexington,

chances are I might find myself in front of a judge before the day is out.

Why? Did you do something you shouldn't have?

Well, that's a pretty low bar, Raylan.

Nah, Trooper Tom Bergen, up there in your world,

he says within a day of Mags killing herself,

all her marijuana-drying sheds got cleaned out.

I wasn't aware that marijuana interdiction fell under the Marshals' purview.

He also said that the floorboards in the sheds had been torn up,

ceilings pulled down, walls opened up, like someone was looking for something,

which does fall under the Marshals' purview, recovering ill-gotten gains.

Mags' bank accounts have been seized along with her property,

but there's still a sizeable amount of money missing.

How sizeable, Raylan?

Well over $10.

Well, now, if I found that kind of money, I'd be in Mexico by now.

Boyd, I've been to Mexico. I don't think you'd like it.

How so?

There's a lot of Mexicans.

Raylan, if a book could only be judged by its cover,

you'd be a best seller.

Are we done?

Looks like.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Never a waste of time to spend a moment with my good friend Raylan Givens.

Tell you what. I'll ask around. See if I can't get a line on that money for you.

- I appreciate it. - In exchange for an apology.

I'm sorry. What?

I want you to apologize.

For the crack about the Mexicans?

By the time I got out to Wade Messer's house,

Dickie Bennett was tuning you up like it was his birthday and you were his piñata,

only I don't think there would have been candy pouring out.

- You're saying you saved my life. - Are you saying I didn't?

I would suggest what you're looking for is a "thank you," not an apology.

Well, now, follow my logic, Raylan.

I had my own plans for Dickie on account of his shooting Ava,

but you said you needed him,

so I let you have him under the condition

that you would return him to me once his services had been rendered.

I'm sorry. Did you see a creek out in the lobby?

Some pretty green trees and cut-off mountains?

Do you think we're in the holler?

I am a Deputy US Marshal, Boyd.

You're a Givens, Raylan.

And you think I'm gonna hand a man over to you to be murdered like he is, what,

some pig I borrowed from you?

You gave me your word.

I got half a mind to kick...

R-A-Y-L-A-N.

Recovering from a GSW.

That stands for "gun..."

No resistance here, Officer! There's no resistance here!

Hey, Boyd.

Should have wore the suit.

No resistance, Officer! I'll see you, Raylan!

This is great country.

First time, and I already love it here.

The way the pastures roll off into the distance.

The horses... I have never seen such beautiful horses.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

May I sit?

Please.

Two coffees.

Now, you want a little kick?

Mr. Arnett likes a little kick.

Yeah, he'll have a little kick.

No. He won't. Just black. Thank you.

Thank you, Yvette. You can go now.

You're banging her, aren't you?

- I beg your pardon? - And now you've lost her respect.

That's hardly your concern.

Well, in a way it is.

See, she's your public face, and she is not selling the same story as you are.

Who's he?

Mr. Nix is one of my brokers.

Could he sit where I could see him?

That's good.

Now, why don't you state your business, enjoy your coffee, and then get the hell out?

Detroit is concerned.

Look, when you go back to Detroit,

you just tell them that the properties that I'm holding are poised to rebound,

and when they do, they're gonna be worth twice what I paid for them.

So, what do you think they're worth right now, today?

No, I don't really have a current assessment.

That's okay. 'Cause I do.

You picked a shitty time to get into commercial real estate,

and now you're underwater.

Detroit did not make an investment, Emmitt.

It made a loan, which you assured them that you would repay as per the agreement.

250 will bring you current.

I could have that in two weeks.

Emmitt, you read the business pages.

Things are getting tough all over.

So, if you can't have the money here by tomorrow, I suggest you tell me right now.

I'll have it tomorrow.

That's great.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Said you were looking for work.

Everybody's been wondering what happened to all that Bennett weed.

And you get first crack at it, courtesy of Mr. Boyd Crowder.

Just his way of showing his appreciation for a new business partner.

Well, let's get to it, then.

There's more in the tractor shed out back.

Lee! Go take a look! A-Ron. Get over here and help me.

- Devil. - Yeah?

Ava's here.

- Ava. - Devil. Arlo throwing a party?

No, we got a buyer for the pot. Rodney Dunham.

"Hot Rod" Dunham? Out of Memphis?

Now, we're taking care of this, Ava, me, Arlo, and Johnny.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- I don't see Johnny. - Well, he'll turn up.

Yeah?

You figure Boyd's locked up, you'll just go into business for yourself.

It ain't like that. Boyd allowed as how he might sell it.

We're just acting on his behalf.

Dunham wants a word.

Tell him to come on out.

Come on out, Dunham.

I got this, Ava.

That smell can really take the wind right out of you.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Dunham, Ava Crowder.

- I'm proud to know you, ma'am. - Likewise.

I've seen all I need to see.

Yeah? What's your offer?

All I got to offer is advice.

Next time you want to pull a big score like this, don't bag the plants wet.

What, is there a problem?

- How long's this been sitting here? - About three weeks.

You got mold. You got mildew.

You got rats and mice eating on it out in the shed.

Are you saying it's all gone to shit?