Justified

Previously on "Justified"...

So what brings you both to our town?

Raylan's looking for Boyd Crowder.

Actually, no.

We're looking for James Earl Dean.

I came back here because of you, Loretta.

When he came by here, he just said he was some bank man.

- Well, he followed me into the shed. - Oh, Jesus.

I'll go talk to Mags.

She likes me.

How is your daddy, Loretta?

He taking care of you?

Keeping a proper home?

He sits in his chair, mostly.

When he's not growing weed without my say-so.

As for the pervert, you don't have to worry about him no more.

Get in.

Loretta okay?

Fine, under the circumstances.

Brought this 'shine as a peace offering.

It does taste like apple pie.

It was already in the glass, not in the jar.

Find the girl.

Come on, Mary.

Man.

Whoo!

He ain't been dead long enough to be stinking like that.

You think he shit himself?

Maybe you should check.

Maybe I will.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, get the lime. Go and get the lime.

- No, you get it. I'll spring the... - Hey!

Go get the lime.

I got the crowbar, Monkeynuts. You get it.

What, are you worried that the lime's too heavy?

Let's go!

How deep you reckon that is?

Why don't you jump in and find out?

How come we got to use the lime?

No way that stink can travel that far.

'Cause mama said so.

That's good.

Step out of the hole to find Raylan Givens waiting for me.

For a second I thought I was 19 again.

Yeah, I was just thinking.

Last time I was down a dog-hole mine was Myrtle Creek,

you and me running for our lives.

I'll tell you.

I'm not afraid of heights, snakes, or redheaded women, but I am afraid of that.

Yeah, well, not a lot of legal employment opportunity in Harlan County...

At least not for a man with my skill set.

Besides, wasn't it you that said I like to get money and blow shit up?

Buy you a drink?

When a deputy United States marshal offers to buy a drink

in a dry county, a cautious man might turn him down.

Well, you could always claim entrapment.

But I take your point.

What if I said, "Let's drive to a puddle, and I'll buy you a drink"?

Well, I'd say, "Cumberland's the closest."

- Okay, so... - Bartender...

- Just so we're clear... - Let's do that again.

Genie don't go back in the bottle twice,

anything happens to the niece, Gio goes square stir...

Is that all you wanted?

Making sure I wasn't gonna throw any gasoline on the Cuban fire?

Life don't hand out too many second chances, Boyd.

I just hope you take advantage of yours.

Gio and his niece got nothing to fear from me, my friend,

because my outlaw ways are behind me.

Just you saying that scares the shit out of me.

God's honest truth.

Hold on a second.

The more you say it, the less I believe it.

Believe it or not, Raylan, all I want is to do my job

and to be left alone.

I hope that's not too much to ask.

Okay. Hold on. I'm sorry, Art.

Cumberland, having a conversation with Boyd Crowder.

Art says hi.

Hmm?

Oh, for... No, no, no, no.

I'll take care of it. Maybe I can use it.

Yeah.

Yeah, tell him... tell him I said I appreciate the call, and

I'll get back to him.

Believe me. I'm thinking about it.

Who's Art?

My boss.

You mean the man who hit my hands with a Bible?

You remember.

I'm surprised he hasn't transferred you, all the trouble you've drawn.

Oh, you think I draw it?

Oh, you think you don't?

I got to go.

We're gonna continue this conversation another time.

There's nothing to continue, 'cause you'll never believe me.

Bartender?

Let's do that one more time.

Deputy marshal Givens, as I live and breathe!

Aunt Helen.

You want to come in and have a slice of jam cake?

- Oh, that's tempting, but... - But this isn't a social call.

The monitoring company's saying Arlo's violated his tether range.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Arlo!

Arlo!!

What?!

You're violating!

I'm what?!

You're kidding.

You think I got a camper in the yard `cause I like the look?

What did you say?

She said, "you're violating."

You're outside your tether range.

I think the skin is infected.

That qualifies for "cruel and unusual."

Yeah, well, if you want to get it off, return the 20 grand we gave you.

You gave it to me to give to Bo.

How do I know what happened to it after that?

Not my job.

Not your money. What do you care?

Get in the house.

He does, and I'll shoot his other arm.

You told her?

I could always give him a pass for what he did to Frances and me,

since we both had the bad sense to choose him,

but betraying his only son?

I don't have to listen to this shit.

Whoa. Is my money in there?

- No. - Then that's the wrong way.

You go in there, you're violating.

I'm gonna haul you off to jail.

That's just chickenshit, and you know it. It's 10 feet!

Tell it to the judge.

Fine. Take me in.

Better than staying here.

All right. Let's go.

Get in the house.

Are you going to be civil with me?

Get in the goddamn house!

You kicked the man out of the house?

He's under house arrest.

Find out where he stashed my money.

Give me a call.

I find out where he stashed the money, I'm headed for Mexico.

Thank you!

Oh, and leave Mags Bennett alone!

- I'm sorry? - I know you went by her store.

If I did?

You're perfectly aware of that history.

What the hell you need to gyrate that for?

What I went down there for concerns the here and

now, nothing to do with the past.

That'd be a neat trick, escaping the past.

Mags Bennett is an old lady helping people

with their glaucoma and stomach upset.

Just growing pot... That's her only business.

Or is she someone who's gonna try and step up, take over where

Hunter and Crowder left off?

Don't think it's gonna be you, old man. No offense.

Leave her alone.

Listen to your aunt.

Get back in the house!

I hope you get cancer!

Already had it!

- I hope you get it again! - Move out of the house!

Ah!

Morning, honey.

Morning.

You need anything else, mama?

No.

No, no. Now, you go on home now.

How was Doyle's last night?

He has a lovely home.

His boys are mighty rambunctious.

Yes, ma'am.

And Sarah-Jean can't cook.

You have your breakfast yet?

Yes, ma'am.

That's good.

Don't want to be one of them girls starves herself to death

'cause she thinks a man wants to cuddle up next to some gristle.

Thirsty?

I got some cider.

I'd say you're a good two years away from being ready for my "apple pie."

I want to apologize for not

protecting you from that pervert the way I promised.

That boy's just lucky the marshals got to him before I did.

He, uh... He really put you in the trunk?

Yeah.

Good lord, you must have been terrified.

Ooh!

All alone in the dark.

Could you hear anything?

Loretta:

Mostly just the tires on the road and the other cars passing.

And before he put you in the trunk, he say anything to you then?

Just some of the things he was gonna do to me.

Yeah, they'll take care of him in prison.