Justified

Previously on "Justified"...

I'll send Johnny to tell you where the hand of God will strike next.

You're wasting your time if you think I'm doing anything on your behalf.

We know you ran Bo's protection racket into the dirt,

So it don't take a prophet to see the future from here.

Okay, you can either sit around waiting to catch a bullet...

...Or...

Or you can accept protection from the marshals service.

We got two options.

We either run or you kill Bo.

You are leaving with me if I have to arrest you and put you in handcuffs.

I need her to stay at your place tonight.

What's going on?

There have been threats.

Did you screw things up with her?

What do you think?

Well, I say if you're gonna be a bear, be a grizzly.

But this, my friends, is a Kodiak.

Bo thinks I ripped him off.

Didn't you?

I skimmed my share, but that's all.

So you ripped him off.

Isn't that what I just said?

So, how much money did you collect for Bo crowder while he was inside?

Must have been $100,000, $150,000.

I took my cut and passed the rest to Johnny.

So how does he figure that you owe him money?

Collections fell off.

One thing led to another.

New guys pushed the old ones out,

and I couldn't get nothing out of them without Bo's muscle.

So now he wants his pound of flesh,

and you don't have it to give him.

Whatever I know about Bo's operations, such as they were,

I'll tell you.

Well, the problem with that is the statute of limitations.

It varies with each crime.

Did you see anyone get murdered, kidnapped --

Anything that could help us make a convincing Rico case?

"Rico"?

Racketeering.

Oh, yeah. Bo sure as hell had a racket.

So, could you give us names and dates?

Probably not.

What about Boyd?

I never worked with Boyd.

No.

What Raylan's trying to say here is that we're not so much interested in the past.

We're focusing more on present tense.

What the hell does that mean?

It means that if you want Bo crowder out of your life,

you're gonna have to find a way to worm your way back into his good graces,

give us some rock-solid information,

like Boyd and the death of this guy in a meth-lab explosion.

You want me to be a snitch.

It's astounding to me that you're just now realizing that's why we're here.

What's it pay?

Mr. Crowder.

How was the flight?

You know, I don't really like to fly,

but that private jet of yours beats the hell out of coach.

I do appreciate you coming down to talk face-to-face.

Well, didn't seem like I had much choice.

No, I suppose you didn't.

This is Ernesto and Pilar.

They have been with me for over 10 years.

I trust them with my life.

Now, tomorrow they'll get into a truck, start driving,

and, in two days, deliver the shipment of ephedrine you requested.

You brought me all the way down here to tell me that?

No.

I flew you down here to make sure you understand the consequences

of accepting this much product on consignment.

You know what the short bus is?

A short bus?

It's the pequeo bus for slow kids

you know, to take them to the special school.

You know, I may not own a private plane or a fancy car,

And when you look at me, you probably just see some dumb redneck

who likes to eat roadkill for breakfast and have sex with his cousins.

I don't eat roadkill, I don't screw my relatives,

and I didn't just get off of no short bus.

So for you to bring me all the way down here to threaten me,

as if I didn't already fully understand the stakes of our business agreement,

Hoss, that's just downright insulting.

Your attitude strikes me as cavalier.

I lost hunter, another associate I sent down to Kentucky,

and two men on the Mexican border - all at the hand of the U.S. Marshal

who shot an associate of mine named Tommy bucks

not too far from where we're standing right now.

Raylan givens.

Yes.

I hear he's not a huge fan of yours either.

Probably not.

But the good news is, I can swallow that asshole with a short glass of water.

The deal -- $2 million,

Repaid in equal installments over the next six months.

You have the resources and demand to make that schedule?

If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.

You weren't too concerned about procedure when he was saving your ass.

No, and now we owe him, apparently.

This isn't about the girl, is it, Gary?

This is about the fact that Raylan was here.

Yeah, well, he found his way in here pretty damn fast.

This is a-a nice house.

Winona, right?

Yes. Good morning.

Hey, I'm Gary.

I'm Winona's husband.

Hi.

Good for you, going to the gym.

Well, I am, uh, sorry to shake and run.

How do you take your coffee?

With a little bourbon.

Oh. All right.

Hope I didn't put y'all out.

Oh...No.

Sorry. I feel bad.

Oh, well, it's okay.

Mm. You know what? I do.

I appreciate your hospitality.

But if y'all have a phone book, I'd love to call a taxi.

I think Raylan wanted to talk to you before you went anywhere.

Yeah, well, I'd just as soon get out of your hair.

You know, it's not my place to say, and you're a big girl -- you can do whatever you want but --

Right.

You know, whatever he's come here to tell me, I heard before.

Okay.

Do you think you can get Bo crowder to trust you again?

It ain't about trust with Bo.

It's about being useful.

Think you can make yourself useful again?

Maybe.

All due respect, Mr. Givens,

I can't go to my supervisor with "Maybe."

you want the Crowders behind bars, but you ain't putting anything into the game.

I got everything to lose, and you got nothing.

What are you looking for, r. Givens?

I got to pay Bo something.

Take some of the pressure off.

Okay, fine.

How much we talking?

100 grand -- cash.

Okay, so, we go with 20.

Bo wants 100.

Bo will take 20, and you'll offer to work off the rest.

Blanket immunity.

I'll see what I can do.

You'll have to check in periodically with the deputy marshal,

report on everything you've learned about Crowder's operations.

I say he wears a wire.

You want to keep everything aboveboard with that man, send him in hot.

Bullshit on that score.

I'm not insisting on that.

Fellas, do we want to spend years here building a case against Bo,

or do we want to get something now on tape

that can stop Boyd and these guys from killing people?

Chief, how's your coffee here?

Bad.

Let's get some.

Guess being useful runs both ways.

Difference is, you're so eager to use me, you don't mind it might get me killed.

Arlo, only reason you're here is 'cause you ain't got any other play left.

You want to make more of it than that, fine,

but everything that led to this moment was your choice.

You'd have rather seen me down the mines my whole life,

Get a black lung, like my old man.

Raylan: You never would have worked that hard.

You are a miserable son of a bitch, Raylan.

I'm glad your mama didn't live to see how you turned out.

Raylan: You best keep her out of this.

I ain't wearing no goddamn wire!

Raylan: Fine.

Go.

Go on.

Go on! Get!

You see if Bo's hospitality is any better than ours.

That went well.

Well, you care to recuse yourself from this one?

No, maybe later, like after breakfast.

It's gonna be a long time before anybody gets a shot like this at Bo again.

Even without a wire, that old man could be an asset.

Raylan: If he's in as deep as he says he is, he'll wear a wire.

No. That's enough.

I'm the chief, this is my office, it's my informant, and it's my call.

And that's my bottle, and I'm not gonna let you drink it all

just because your daddy didn't hug you much when you were little.

Now, if you're not gonna recuse yourself from this,

you're gonna suck it up and you're gonna take your ass down there to Harlan tomorrow

and you're gonna convince your father to come back in here.

And if he doesn't want to wear a wire, then he's not gonna wear one.

You gonna take responsibility?

Well, I take responsibility for you.

I reckon I can take responsibility for your old man, too.

Maybe that's them.

It's Raylan. Hi.

I'm gonna be late.

Can you hang around for just a little longer?

Um, I don't think I'm gonna need to.

Why? She still there?