Justified

Previously on "Justified"...

Bo Crowder's getting out of prison soon.

Ava might want to get herself out of Kentucky.

I ain't leaving,

Bo crowder notwithstanding.

I tell you to do one simple thing,

refrain from screwing the witness in your own shooting,

and you can't even do that!

I need you to run some names.

It's about my husband.

I wasn't ever thinking of shooting you,

no matter what Winona may have said.

But you drag her down into any of the shit you've got going on now

different story.

David Vasquez.

I'm looking into your shootings.

You all right, daughter-in-law?

You look like you just walked on your own grave.

What, are you surprised to see me?

I figured that, uh, Raylan --

Uh, deputy marshal givens would have told you I was getting out,

especially since he's the one that got my sentence cut by 87 days and a wake-up.

What the hell are you talking about?

By taking down sheriff hunter.

All the cases that got made by that lying son of a bitch are now liable to be reopened.

So, the U.S. Attorney decided that

anybody with a sentence less than six months wasn't worth retrying.

Gave us all early release. God bless America.

Ohh-ho-ho, whoa, whoa!

A little conversation.

Conversation -- come on.

Come on.

So...What are you doing in Lexington, Bo?

I figured as soon as you got out,

you'd head down to Harlan to reclaim your bullshit empire.

Are you trying to hurt my feelings, girl?

Mm.

I'm here for you.

Since bowman is dead and gone,

I feel like you're my responsibility.

How do you eat pie for dinner

and still stay a bitty-little thing like you are with your curves in all the right places?

You know, the pie we get in prison - it's better than you might think,

but it simply cannot compare to a nice, warm, sticky piece of homemade.

Uh-oh.

Mr. Crowder.

Well, howdy, marshal.

I sure am glad you could join us.

Oh, no, no, no, no,

I'm not joining you.

You were just leaving.

Actually, I was just telling my daughter-in-law how the one thing

that separates the pie we get inside from a nice piece like this one here...

is the smell.

I mean, there ain't nothing in the world like it.

Mmm, you know what, girl?

I think I'm gonna have to lick your plate.

Are you gonna walk out of here,

or is this gonna have to go a different way?

The last man that put his hands on me like that,

I beat him until his eyes bled.

I guess it's a lucky thing for both of us that I ain't a convict anymore, ain't it?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm late for a sit-down with my lawyer.

Your lawyer.

Blue suit, red tie.

You take care of yourself, now, marshal.

Mr. Crowder.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I don't suppose now's a good time

to revisit our conversation about getting you the hell out of Kentucky?

I'm not made of gold, Raylan.

I mean, who's gonna bug me, anyway

when I got...

the a-number-one gunfighter in the whole U.S. Marshals service watching my back?

I'm watching every part of you.

Well, speak of the devil. The devil appears.

Well, you were right about Owen Carnes not offing himself.

Well, it didn't take a genius to read that one.

Obviously.

These boys with you?

Sorry?

I thought maybe you decided to skip over your inquiry,

haul me straight off to the clink.

Ahh, I didn't think of that.

What an idiot I am.

No, this -- this is another headache we got.

You ever hear of a cal Wallace?

Might ring a bell.

Legendary problem inmate, long history of noncompliance.

He's here to fight a court order to send him to supermax.

David just came by to tell us he had a couple of other meetings today before he got to ours.

Yeah, I figure they shouldn't last more than a couple hours,

And then we can have our sit-down.

End of day okay?

Good with me.

You still all right to use my office?

Don't see why not.

I'll give you home field.

Good seeing you again, deputy.

Chief.

oh, are you planning on using a fleoa lawyer?

It's just an interview.

I know, but I've done a number of these, you know.

Some people have their union lawyer present, some don't --

Totally up to you.

And you don't have to decide now.

Take your time, think about it. We'll talk soon.

You want a lawyer?

Well, until 20 seconds ago, I didn't think I needed one.

Why don't we go over what you're gonna y?

Just make sure that we're dotting all the T's here.

Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, I am so sorry to have startled you.

I assumed Mr. Hawkins had told you to expect me.

No.

My name is Wynn Duffy.

"Home security consultant."

Mr. Hawkins didn't mention anything?

Um, no, it must have slipped his mind.

Well, that's not surprising,

Given the number of things he must have on his mind --

safety of his family, for instance.

Mrs. Hawkins, I can offer you and your husband

the kind of ace of mind that only comes with knowing

that your personal-security situation is under control.

None of which explains what you're doing in my house.

Well, ma'am, I can't upgrade your security situation

unless I first assess your security situation.

What are you doing here?

Just because we're talking about safeguarding your physical security

doesn't mean all our solutions will be physical.

The average citizen has no idea how much the quality of their personal security

is determined by how they treat other people...

Okay, I'm gonna ask you one more what the --

...And also, if I may,

The security of their personal information.

And I'm not just thinking about bank passwords or social security numbers.

With one phone call, I was able to discover

that the depositions you were scheduled to work this afternoon had been cancelled,

Letting me know that you'd be home early and likely be home alone.

Imagine what a genuine predator would have been Le to do with that iortion.

Or I could just call the police.

The pole are just a janitorial service used to clean up your blood

after you've been murdered.

But if you want to...Trust them to handle your security --

I mean right now.

I could call the police right now if you don't get out of my house!

Mrs. Hawkins, you haven't asked me to get out of your house.

Well, I'm asking now.

That's fine.

I understand.

Personal security can be an emotionally charged issue.

I hope you'll let Mr. Hawkins know I was here.

Tell him I didn't forget.

I got to take a dump.

You have to ask me nicely.

I got to Ta a dump, please.

Yeah, sure.

What if he'd had somebody with him?

He didn't.

Artwell, what if he did?

What would you have done?

What do you think I would have done?

Well, I don't know, Raylan.

I don't understand you.

If there was someone at the table, art, I wouldn't have sat down.

Meaning that you were planning to shoot him before you sat down.

See what I'm trying to say?

This is a spirit-of-the-law,

Letter-of-the-law type of thing.

Sure, the guy pulls on you first, you've got no choice to put him down,

which is fine, unless it looks like you maneuvered him into giving you no choice.

You want me to tell Vasquez I don't think in what-ifs.

Yes.

Don't let him bait you into speculating,

because then you'll let your smart mouth talk you into a jackpot.

This guy Vasquez - he may be all right,

but just don't give him any more than you have to.

Just let bucks' history as a maggot

and the fact that all these people saw him go for his piece do your talking for you.

Drop the weapon!

Let him go!

Put it down!

Drop the weapon!

Put it down!

Do as I say or I'll gut him!

Drop the weapon!

Put them on the boyfriend!

What's the situation?

He's got one guard down.

He's got a shit on the other.

Any other weapons in there?

Haven't seen any.

All right, let's lower the weapons.

Don't raise them again unless I say otherwise.

Let's clear this office, make sure there's no civilians in here, and Al it.

Rachel, call Washington.

Tell them we need a sog team down here.