Justified

Previously on Justified...

You're hit!

It's not me. It's you.

He lost a lot of blood. He went out in the ambulance.

Hasn't opened his eyes since.

That's my heroin! Dewey...

Or you don't think I'll shoot?

I will shoot. The way I shot Wade Messer!

We got you on tape, Dewey,

talking heroin, big dreams.

You heard that? About Messer, too.

You're saying you're going after Boyd Crowder?

We're going after him under the RICO Statute.

We're gonna bury him.

And you want me to help?

Before you go? Yeah.

You were lousy at running heroin, Boyd Crowder.

But from what I'm told, you are really good at robbing banks.

I came here to go over the rules.

How you make a call. How you record a conversation.

How I send an emergency signal.

What to do if I'm in danger. Yeah.

And you're clear? Mmm-hmm.

Then we're good.

Are you serious? This is... Is really happening?

Papework's been filed.

Just a matter of routine approvals.

I'll be there, all moved in, in a few weeks.

Goddamn, she's beautiful.

Oh, little lady, you're wide awake, aren't you?

Want Mr. Turtle?

I'll tell you a secret.

Your daddy is pretty tough,

but he is no match for the graveyard shift.

Oh, Raylan,

what in the world is worth missing this for?

Bourbon.

Tequila.

Hey, Yankee.

If you're looking for the whorehouse,

it's just around the corner, just past the Starbucks.

I'm looking for a Federals named Aguilar.

Don't suppose that's you?

It depends. On?

What it is you want.

Never really developed a taste for tequila.

Kind of hard to understand how you make a drink

out of something like that...

Sharp, inhospitable.

Same reason I never understood

the fascination with the artichoke.

Who are you? DEA?

Now, Bourbon is easy to understand.

Tastes like a warm summer day.

Texas Ranger?

U.S. Marshals Service.

Just got a couple questions, I'll be on my way.

Four weeks ago,

you reported finding an abandoned truck in the desert

with the bodies of some drug-running Americans.

You read the report. I have nothing more to say.

I ain't looking to jam you up.

Makes no difference to me if you hijacked the truck

hoping to find some drugs,

instead got a wagonload of dead gringos.

Don't even care if a little money was exchanged.

How you boys do things down here is none of my business.

I just want to know about the other men in that desert,

the ones that walked out alive.

You walk through that door,

putting your hat on like you mean business,

like God gave you a big set of swinging cojones .

Look around you. This is Mexico, cabrón .

And that star you wear don't mean shit.

Now, a Ranger badge... Ah, a Ranger badge,

that means something.

They bang it out of a 1948 Mexican silver coin.

And you don't even have a gun,

which is a good thing,

or else I'd stick your Yankee ass in a Mexican prison

where you can eat shit for all I care.

Now take that worthless star and get out of my city.

Thank you for the drink.

I'll be in touch.

This is Mexico, cabrón!

I told you I'd be in touch.

Welcome to the United States of America, chief.

Around these parts, this star means something.

Feel like talking?

You want to smoke that shit,

do it outside my truck.

And one more.

"I believe that banking institutions

"are a greater threat to our liberties than standing armies."

Thomas Jefferson.

Right this way, Mr. Crowder.

Would you like a private room, Mr. Crowder?

No, ma'am. I believe this will be a quick one.

Excuse me! Can I please get some help?

I'll be fine. Thank you, Mr. Crowder.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I appreciate your help.

Boyd!

Where's Hollis?

I let him go.

Yet I hired him to do the job.

Well, Ava, I figure what's mine is yours,

what's yours is mine, so I...

Thought I'd just do it myself.

Besides, all that's left is lo paint.

I can get to that tomorrow.

Then what?

You tell me.

I got to wake up.

Do you want a coke or a coffee?

Well, you got a cold beer?

I do.

You got two?

I just got out of bed.

I'm just trying to make you smile.

Look, Ava,

I know what you're going through.

Being in prison ain't easy on anybody.

I mean, I have been there...

More than once.

If you want to talk about it...

I mean, hell, girl,

if you want to talk about anything, really.

Let me get you that beer.

Mexico went well.

How'd you know?

You seem happy. You never seem happy.

What are you talking about? I'm always happy.

You found the Federals? Found him,

had a very fruitful conversation,

and in return, I set him up with some nice accommodations

in the El Paso lockup so he doesn't disappear.

He gave me a witness who was with Boyd

when Johnny Crowder and the rest were killed.

We get his testimony, Boyd's looking at murder one.

Make that the centerpiece of your RICO case.

Who's the witness? Dewey Crowe.

Dewey Crowe? Dewey Crowe.

Should I tell him, or you?

Dewey Crowe is being released.

That's unfortunate. Charges didn't stick.

His confession to killing Messer...

He said he was just joking.

He also says that he took the heroin

just to keep it off the streets.

You know, doing his civic duty.

Call Reardon. Get him to block the release.

It's not that simple. Why not?

Because of your history with Mr. Crowe, Raylan.

I'm sure you remember the Federal Government

awarding him 300 grand a couple months back,

tacitly admitting harassment by the Marshals Service,

in the person of Raylan Givens.

To which his lawyer believes his current detention

bears more than a passing resemblance.

Bottom line is,

Dewey Crowds getting out in about three hours.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Yeah. Screw it. Let's not even fight it.

We'll give him some rope.

Dewey's gonna screw up again. When he does, I'll be there.

Except lawyers being lawyers,

she's petitioned that you stay 1,000 feet away from him.

Now I got to keep my distance?

Pretty much.

But we get Dewey, we get Boyd.

That is why I'm here. Yes.

Officially, my boss is not gonna let me let you

violate Dewey Crowe's civil rights.

So... What are you gonna do?

You're off the chain, man. Good luck.

Keep moving.

Thank you, Jesus.

Cómo estás, Dewey?

Christ! Raylan?

How's it going, amigo?

We ain't amigos.

Oh, so, you speak a little Spanish.

That must have come in handy down in Mexico.

I got no idea what you're talking about

Federals named Aguilar who says different.

Hey, my lawyer told me you come within 1,000 feet, that's harassment.

You best back up.

They got cameras all over.

His description fits you to a

Nazi tattoo, funny hair, stupid-looking.

That could be 10,000 people.

How am I supposed to read that? It's in Mexican.

Oh, then you just have to take my word for it.

Mexican government wants to extradite you

back to Nuevo Laredo,

put you on trial for the murder of Johnny Crowder

and a truckload of others.

Well, I ain't never been to Mexico in my life.

That's not what's in question, Dewey.