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Ted from 2030: Kids, I bought the house we live in now way back before I ever met your mother. It needed a lot of work, but I had a vision for it. Ted's house Ted: Vintage rolltop desk here. I haven't decided whether to put the fern on the right or the left side, but you know, sometimes you just gotta wing it. Right? Left side. Oh, and right outside, I want to put up a basketball hoop for the kids. Barney: Ted. This is your seduction lounge. Sex swing there, vibrating Jell-O pit right there, rotating Vietnamese Shame Wheel right here. Don't ask; you're not ready. And that basketball hoop? Outdoor stripper pole. We'll just tell the ladies to be careful in the winter. You think a tongue stuck to a frozen pole is bad... Marshall: Hey. Barney, let's go outside for a second. Lily: We have a confession. This wasn't really about seeing Ted's house. It's an intervention. Barney: Oh, thank God. I'll go first. Ted, this hous you bought for your hypothetical family is super weird. We talk about it all the time behind your back. Ted: Yeah. This intervention isn't for me. It's for you Ted from 2030: Why did Barney need an intervention? It all started a few nights earlier. A few nights earlier... Barney's appartment Marshall: Barney, I can't believe your giant TV is broken. It's March Madness. Ted: Okay, uh, I think I see what the problem is. Barney, can you grab me a screwdriver? Barney: Sure thing. Luis. Barney Stinson, 12 H. I got a hundred bucks if you can be here in five. Thanks. Lily: You call the super for a screwdriver? Barney: Yeah... here's the thing about me and tools... the only one I know how to use is attached to me, and I am not going to try putting it in the TV. Again. Ted: Okay, that's ridiculous. Everyone should know how to use tools. (someone is knocking at the entry door) Barney: Well, here's our screwdriver now. (Barney opens the door, then whispers loudly:) Guys, I'm pretty sure that's not Luis, but I can't be certain. Someone introduce yourself. Jerry: Barney, I... I got your letter. Barney: Dad? [OPENING CREDITS] Ted's appartment Marshall: I can't believe Barney is talking to his dad right now. Robin: Yeah, what do you say after three decades of not seeing each other? Lily: "So, how 'bout those last 30 Super Bowls"? Ted: Okay, now I feel bad about making fun of him for the tool thing. My dad was the one who taught me all that stuff. Robin: Well, to be fair, everyone has some glaring gap in knowledge, something really obvious you somehow never learned. Ted: Okay, but a screwdriver? Come on, I don't have any gaps that fundamental. Robin: Really? I seem to recall... [FLASHBACK] Ted: Daniel Burnham was an architect whose ever-shifting style and aesthetic made him a true architectural chamma-leeon. And only the most gifted chamma-leeon could've designed classic beaux arts masterpieces right alongside sleek modern flatirons. His name might as well have been Daniel Chamma-leeon. Student: Um, Professor? Uh, do you mean "chameleon"? (laughs) Ted: Betty, I'm pretty sure it's pronounced "chamma-leeon," so... Class dismissed. No homework. For a while. [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: Okay, I learned that word by reading it. That's how I've always pronounced it. Robin: Ted, that wasn't easy. It took a lot of "ch-aracter" to admit that. Ted: Okay, Scherbatsky. You want to tussle? I'll tussle. Robin: You want to tussle? Let's tussle. Ted: Marine biologist. Robin: Please, no. [FLASHBACK] Scott: So this really sucks, but I'm going to be in the North Pole for the next three months. Robin: Seriously? The North Pole? Okay, pal, if you want to break up with me, just tell it to me straight. Don't pretend you're going someplace we all know doesn't exist. Scott: Um, I'm going to be studying the mating habits of... Robin: Of who? Santa's elves? Rudolph? You know what? I'm going on a trip, too, Scott. It, uh, starts in Narnia. It works its way up to Candyland, and then, hey, congratulate me, because I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Expelliarmus! Scott: Robin, the North Pole is a real place. You know that, right? Robin: So... you want to get pizza later? Or... Scott: I think we should break up. [END OF FLAHBACK] Robin: I still think about him in the shower. (Barney arrives) Ted: Hey. Tell us everything. How'd it go, bud? Barney: Where do I begin? [FLASHBACK] Jerry (Barney's dad): So, I'm not sure how to start this. Barney: Yeah. I think I need a drink. Jerry: Me, too. Both: Glen McKenna, neat. Jerry: Nice order. Up top. Barney: Look, it's been 30 years. And now you just show up out of nowhere? This is... this is going to take me a minute. Jerry: Yeah. I understand. By the way, hell of a tie. Is that Italian silk? Barney: I love you, Daddy. I'm so glad we're best friends now. (Barney is sobbing) Barney: Make a muscle. Jerry: There you go. Barney: Ah! [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: Guys, my dad's awesome. He's the mother of all fathers. Check this out. [FLASHBACK] Barney: Hey, back when I was a kid, you used to be a roadie. Do you still do that? Jerry: Not anymore. Back in '83 I'm lugging amps for The Stones through West Germany, and their tour manager loses his arms, bus-surfing through a tunnel. Gnarly. Long story short, I've been managing tours ever since, and that dude high-fives people with his face now. Barney, laughing: You're funny. My dad's funny. [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: So, all these years, there's this one question I've been dying to ask him. Lily: Why did you abandon me? Marshall: Why'd you wait so long to contact me? Robin: You've hurt me before, why should I trust you now? [FLASHBACK] Barney: Do you... get laid a lot? Jerry: Big-time. Observe. Barney: Oh, my God, that took you five seconds. Jerry: Oh, was it that long? Life's too short for chatty chicks. Barney: You're a master. You are legen... wait for it... [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney:...daddy! Legendaddy! The man is a god. And he's still out there, living the dream. [FLASHBACK] Jerry: So I'm going to Sydney tomorrow with Bon Jovi. I'll be on the road the rest of the year. Barney: Oh, that's cool. Jerry: Say, you want to join me for the tour's Asian leg? Barney: This is going to be the second-most fun I've ever had on an Asian leg. (both laughing) [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: Barney, we... we know you're psyched, but just... be careful. Barney: What do you mean? Ted: Well, this guy has flaked out on your whole life. It sounds like he just might be telling you what you want to hear. Robin: Barney, we just don't want to see you get hurt. Barney: First of all, Robin, my dad could bat up your dad. Second, you don't have to worry. He's cool. Now if you'll excuse me... I have to go renew my passport, and get a travel-sized rotating Vietnamese Shame Wheel. Don't ask; you're not ready. The Bar Ted: I hope Barney's dad isn't just pretending to be something he's not, you know? Lily: Yeah. That would make Jerry a real chamma-leeon. Ted: You have gaps, too, Lily. Lily: You got nothing on me. (FLASHBACK] Marshall: Hey, Lily, can you toss me a beer? Lily: Sure, honey. (She throws the key toward the wall besides Marshall) [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: You have terrible aim. Lily: That's not true. Marshall: Lily, at our apartment, you're the one who pees on the floor. Robin: Oh, my God. Barney's dad. Jerry: Hey, uh, you're Barney's friends, right? Marshall: Yeah, but... aren't you supposed to be off managing some tour in Australia? Jerry: What? No, I... I'm a driving instructor up in White Plains. And I need your help... Barney won't return my calls. Lily: What do you mean, Barney won't return your calls? He said you two had an amazing night together. Jerry: That's not what happened. [FLASHBACK] Barney: I'm not sure how to start this. Jerry: Yeah. Barney: I think I need a drink. Jerry: Me, too. Barney: Glen McKenna, neat. Jerry: Milk, skim. Barney: Milk? Oh, you're taking it easy. Crazy night? Jerry: I'll say. Between you and me, I had a lot of acid last night. Barney: Wow. Jerry: I think it was the chili dog. I had to take four Tums. I was up till, like, 9:30. Barney: Hey, um.. When I was a kid, you used to be a roadie. You still do that? Jerry: No. I switched lanes years ago. I should explain. I'm a driving instructor. Now you get it, right Barney: Yeah, no, I get it. Um, but when I was a kid, you... you were this total badass. Jerry: Oh, I know. I was a real hard partier. Barney: Yeah, okay, now we're getting to the good stuff. Jerry: The drugs, the alcohol, the women... Barney: Yes, yes, yes. Jerry: I was out of control. Barney: Out of control.* Jerry: So when your mom said I couldn't see you any more, it was rock bottom for me. I'm so sorry. Barney: You ever bang Stevie Nicks? [END OF FLASHBACK] Jerry: Barney wasn't interested in my apology. He just wanted me to be cool. And I was so desperate to connect with him. I did something I'm not proud of. I started bragging. [FLASHBACK] Jerry: I bet you didn't know this about me, Barney, but I've published two nonfiction books about asparagus. And one fiction. I'm credited with inventing the word "furgling." It means fumbling for keys. So then all the county fair judges started chanting, "More quiche! More quiche!" I guess you could call me the LeBron James of drapes. [END OF FLASHBACK] Jerry: I could tell he just wanted me to be this big ladies' man, so... [FLASHBACK] Jerry: What a hottie, huh? I'm sure you're a real player. Barney: Big-time. Jerry: Observe. Excuse me, that's my son over there. I'm trying to reconnect with him after 30 years. Would you just write down any seven numbers here, so that I can impress him? Please, I'm desperate. Barney: Oh, my God, you're a natural. Think of the pickup plays we can run as a father-son duo. There's the "Father Knows Breast," there's the "Bush Dynasty," the "Lick Father, Lick Son." Jerry: Oh, no, no. I couldn't do that. Barney: Why? Jerry: I have a family now. That's my wife Cheryl, my daughter Carly... she's in college. This is my son J.J. I was hoping you could come over to dinner sometime and meet them. Barney: You're all wearing matching sweaters. That's cute. Look, I got to get going, Jerry. But, uh, this was great. Glad we did this. [END OF FLASHBACK] Jerry: I made him wait all these years for me and... I'm just not the guy he wanted me to be. I know I don't deserve it, but... I need another chance to connect with my son. Back to the intervention at Ted's house... Lily: We think you should give him another chance. That's the real reason we're out here. He lives ten minutes away. Barney: What? Marshall: You're having dinner with him tonight. Barney: No, I most certainly am not. Look, I met him. He's not my kind of bro and that's that. Robin: Are you sure it's not more than that? Barney: Guys, get it through your heads. I am never gonna talk to my dad again. Marshall: No, Barney. I'm never gonna talk to my dad again. But your dad is alive and he lives just down the road. Barney: Fine, I'll go. Marshall: Awesome. Um, Lily, keys. (She throws them way too hard, they land in the trees) I'm literally 11 inches from you. Ted from 2030: And so Barney agreed to give his dad one more chance. At Jerry's house Cherryl: Hello. You must be Barney. I'm Cheryl. It's just so nice to finally meet you. I love that suit. Barney: Oh, thank you very much. And I love your...coat. I love your coat. Cherryl: Oh, that's your coat, Barney. I just took it from you. Barney: Well, I do love it. It's doing a nice job covering up that chair. In the car Lily: Guess now we wait. Marshall: Hey, I got an idea how to pass the time. A little trivia game. Robin, reindeer: real or fake? Robin: Okay, I'm not an idiot. Reindeer are obviously f... re... fake? Marshall: Yikes! I'm surrounded by a bunch of dum-dums. Good thing I don't have any gaps in my knowledge. I am perfect. Oh, for the love of God, guys, enough already. Lily: What, baby? Marshall: You've been treating me with kid gloves ever since my dad died. Robin: That's not true. Lily: Robin, don't disagree with Marshall. Robin: I'm sorry. Marshall: I first noticed it at the bar. [FLASHBACK] Marshall: Hey, Lily, (his voice cracks) Can you get me a mojito? Normally, you would've given me crap for an hour about a voice crack that pubescently girl-like, but nothing. So then I started to test you guys. [...] The Phantom Menace is by far the best Star Wars movie. Barney: It ages well, that's the thing. Marshall: You guys like my new soul patch? Robin: Righteous hair tab, brotha. Marshall: And once I figured it out, I started doing crazy stuff to see how far you'd let me go. [...]Hey, guys. This is Rex. He's a possum. I found him in the trash. He lives with us now. Lily: I love him. [END OF FLASHBACK] Marshall: Lily, we are living with a possum. Rex is violent and he hates us. Lily: But, baby, you just lost your dad. None of us wants to upset you. Marshall: Please. If you guys really want me to get over the worst tragedy of my life, I'm begging you, tear me a new one. But not like Rex tried to in my sleep last night. At Jerry's house Jerry: J.J., dinner. When I got your letter, I dug this up. You were probably too young to remember, but this is you, this is me, and, of course, ZZ Top. Barney: I do remember that. I climbed up on that dude's lap and told him what I wanted for Christmas. Jerry: Yeah, I used to love taking you backstage. You were the coolest little kid. JJ: Hi, Barney. It's great to finally meet you. Barney: J.J., I'm talking to Dad right now. God. Marshall: Seriously, it's time. What are my gaps? Ted: Well, I guess maybe one gap you have is... you can't wink. [FLASHBACK] At the Bar Marshall: Don't you think that maybe we should go home and, uh, "do the laundry" At Ted's Lily: You can't swallow pills. [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: Ooh, ooh, I got one. You think John Kennedy and Jack Kennedy are the same person. (laughs) Right? What? At Jerry's house Cherryl: So, Barney, I understand you have a pretty big job with a bank. Barney: Yeah, I do. I make a ton of money. How much do you make, J.J.? JJ: I'm 11. Barney: Oh, well, huh, now we all know you make excuses. I was talking about money. Cherryl: Actually, J.J. has a job. Tell him, J.J. JJ: I got a paper route. Barney: Good time to get into print media. Am I right, Dad? Jerry: Good slam, Barney. Cherryl: Jerry. Jerry: It's all good fun. Just ribbing among long lost brothers. Cherryl: J.J.'s a heck of a basketball player. Barney: Uh, you don't strike me as the athletic type, Jayj. Dad, check it. Triceps. What gym do you go to? JJ: Fourth period? Barney: Sounds like you're having your fourth period. Am I right, Dad?! Jerry: Got him again. Cherryl: Jerry! Jerry: Oh, okay, Barney. Uh, maybe that's enough. Barney: Why? J.J. started it. What does J.J. even stand for anyway? J... Jerky... Jerkface? Jerry: J.J. stands for Jerome Jr. Barney: Jerome Jr...? Oh. He's... he's named after you. Excuse me. JJ: I like having a brother. In the car Ted: You always add too much water to oatmeal. Marshall: Yes, I drown the son of a bitch. Robin: You consistently miss at least one belt loop. Marshall: It's like I'm blind. Lily: You're too old to ask to see the cockpit. Marshall: Whoa. Whoa. Guys, my dad just died. Lily: Aw, honey. Marshall: No, I'm just kidding. This is great. I really, I really missed this. In front of Jerry's house Jerry: Barney, what is going on? Barney: This is mine. Jerry: I don't understand. Barney: J.J. gets a childhood, a dad, a real family and a basketball hoop? No, no. I at least get the hoop. I'm taking it with me. Jerry: Please, just come down and talk to me. Barney: Why? Why should I? You're lame, okay? You're just some lame suburban dad. Jerry: Why does that make you so mad? Barney: Because if you were gonna be some lame suburban dad, why couldn't you have been that for me?! Jerry: Look, Barney, I know I screwed up... Barney: Oh, "screwed up" doesn't even begin to describe... Jerry: I know, I know, I know! I want to fix this, and I don't know how! Please, tell me what I can do! I'll do anything! You're never gonna get it down like that. Barney. Barney! Just put the pointy end into the grooves. That's it. Now turn it. Righty tighty, lefty loosey. I have no good excuse, Barney. It took me years before I was even able to look myself in the mirror for the way I let you down. It took courage to send me that letter. More courage than I've ever had. I owe you a lifetime of apologies, and I... I just have no idea where to begin. Barney: Can you help me with this? Jerry: Here, got it. Look, if you... ever feel like you're ready, I'd love nothing more than to be a part of your life. Barney: Bye. At Ted's house Lily: Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? Barney: I'm fine. Hey, Ted. Ted: Yeah, buddy. Barney: You, uh, still want a basketball hoop out there? Ted: Oh, well, I also really liked your outdoor stripper pole idea. Yeah, it's fine. Barney: No, you were right. A kid needs a hoop. [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x19 - Legendaddy"}	foreverdreaming
Barney's Office Ted from 2030: Kids, as you know, I was designing Goliath National Bank's new headquarters on the site of this old hotel, The Arcadian. Problem was, some people didn't want The Arcadian torn down. Even bigger problem, they were led by my girlfriend Zoey. (Outside, Zoey and her supporters are protesting) Crowd: G-N-B is the e-ne-my! Zoey: (She sees Ted at the window) Oh, hang on, hang on, hang on! Hey, sweetie! Are we still on for dinner at 8:00 at Valenzisi's? That's great! I can't wait! Crowd: That's great. I can't wait! That's great. I can't wait! Ted from 2030: But somehow, Zoey and I were making it work. At the Bar Barney: Ted, why are you dating our arch-enemy?! I mean, Wile E. Coyote wasn't trying to sleep with the Roadrunner. Robin: Or maybe he was. Think about it. The way that she bats her eyelashes and shakes her tail feathers in his face? (chuckles) She wants it. Lily: Isn't it hard for you guys to be on opposite sides of something like this? Ted: Of course you feel that way, Lily. You and Marshall have basically melded into one big hermaphroditic blob. And that's fine for you guys. But some of us want a partner who challenges us to grow and evolve. Lily: You guys are in screaming matches all the time. Ted: Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. Growing matches. Ted from 2030: It was true. Zoey and I loved to challenge each other. [FLASHBACKS] (Ted and Zoey are watching the TV) Ted: The main character is a young spoiled prince thrust into leadership after the death of his father. It's obviously a modern-day retelling of Henry IV! Zoey:Are you kidding me?! It's Don Quixote...the classic quest story with the hero-jester and his long-suffering manservant! Ted: Okay, clearly, when we're watching Tommy Boy, we're watching two different movies. (Later, Ted is on the phone with Zoey) Ted: No, you hang up. Zoey: No, you hang up. Ted: No, you hang up. Zoey: No, you hang up. Ted: No, you hang up! (Later) No, you hang up. Zoey: No, you hang up. Ted: No, you... (His phone starts beeping) Hold on. (beep) Hello? Robin: For the love of God, will one of you idiots hang up the phone? Ted: Why would you do that?! Zoey:I-I thought you'd like it. Ted: Who likes that? Zoey:I like it. Lily: Your relationship sounds exhausting. Ted: Well, maybe yours is a bit lazy. Lily: Marshall and I have been together 15 years, and the only debate we've had about Tommy Boy is whether it's awesome or super awesome. That's love, bitch. [OPENING CREDITS] Ted from 2030: Now around this time, Marshall had truly come to hate his job. He hated the paperwork. He hated the coffee. He hated the dirty jokes. He hated everything. At the Bar Marshall: I have to quit. Barney: Quit GNB?! Why? Marshall: I need to do better things with my life, okay? There's-There's an opening for an environmental lawyer at the National Resources Defense Council. Sure, it pays less, but I'd be saving the oceans, saving endangered species... Barney: Saving chicken bones and an old boot to make hobo soup? Marshall, you can't pay your mortgage with Hacky Sacks and good vibes. Lily: Baby, you have my full support. Barney: Well, then, you're not going to be able to pay for that trip to Spain that you've been planning. (Barney snickers) Say good-bye to riding around in gondolas, and eating bratwurst and seeing the pyramids. Robin:I don't think you know what Spain is. Barney: Well, I know that a trip there costs some serious lira. Ted: It's dinero. Barney: Where? I want his autograph! Ted from 2030: So Marshall walked in the next morning all ready to quit. But then something weird happened. Suddenly, he didn't hate the paperwork. He didn't hate the coffee. He didn't even hate the dirty jokes. Out of nowhere, Marshall actually liked GNB. Robin: It's graduation goggles. Marshall: What? Robin:Graduation goggles, like with high school. It's four years of bullies making fun of all the kids with braces, even after the braces come off and they can walk just fine. But then, on graduation day, you suddenly get all misty because you realize you're never going to see those jerks again. I just had graduation goggles with that guy Scooby I dated. Lily: The guy who was basically a dog? Robin:He was the worst kisser I've ever been with. But the moment I decided to dump him...I suddenly got kind of wistful. (as speaking to a dog): He was a good boy. Barney: Yeah. I've been there, too. Every time I'm done having sex with a woman, at first,I never want to see her again. No, that's pretty much it. Robin:The point is, you can't trust graduation goggles. They're just as misleading as beer goggles, bridesmaid goggles, and that's-just-a-bulky, outdated-cell-phone in-his-front-pocket goggles. That one was a bummer. Marshall: You're right. Tomorrow, I'm quitting GNB. Barney: No! You can't quit tomorrow! The lady with the big nipples is coming back to give another sexual harassment seminar, and I bribed one of the maintenance guys to keep the room at a brisk 55 degrees! Lily: Baby, more than ever, you have my full support. (Lily and Marshall kisses) Zoey and Ted are in bed, in Ted's appartment / Lily and Marshall are in bed in their appartment / Barney is in bed with a girl in his appartment Ted: You know, sometimes I feel bad for Lily and Marshall. Lily: I'm starting to feel bad for Ted and Zoey. Barney: It starts with an... "L?" Girl: How can you not remember my name? Ted: It's like they never challenge each other. They just automatically agree all the time. Zoey: Well, they don't do that all the time. Ted:Yes, they do. Zoey: No, they don't. Ted:Yes, they do. It's like they... Lily and Marshall:... don't see eye-to-eye on anything! Totally. Girl: It rhymes with your name. Barney: And I said my name was...? At Lily and MArshall's appartment (Marshall comes in) Marshall: Baby, I did it! I quit. And then I walked right over to the NRDC, and I took that job. Lily: Oh, good for you, sweetie. Marshall: Yeah. It's a little less money than I was expecting. I mean, compared to what I was making at GNB, it's nothing. Actually compared to anything, it's nothing. It's nothing. The paid position just got filled, so all I can do is-is volunteer right now. You're cool with that, right? Lily: Baby, if this is what you need to do, we'll figure it out. How's Barney handling you leaving? In Barney's office (Barney is burning a photo of Marshall; Ted enters) Ted: Hey, Barney, there's a bunch of models in the lobby, and the gossip is one of them is really a dude. You want to play "Who's Hot and Who's Scott?" Barney: It's always the one in the turtleneck, Ted. And no, I don't want to play. Stupid Marshall-... ruined everything. Ted: Oh, come on. Everything's not ruined. (A man enters) Man: Guys, everything's ruined. Ted: What? Why? Man: Your girlfriend somehow got the Landmark Preservation Committee to agree to a hearing. If they declare the Arcadian a landmark, the whole project is dad. The good news is, I just got the phone number of a husky-voiced hottie in a turtleneck. (The man leaves the room) At the Bar Robin:...so, if the Landmarks Preservation Committee sides with Zoey, your whole project goes down the tubes? You must be furious. Ted: I'm furiously enjoying being challenged. Lily: Why don't you admit that your girlfriend challenging your every move is getting you a little mrder-suicidey? Ted: Why don't you admit that Marshall quitting his job and taking an unpaid internship is klling you? Lily: It's not. Ted: Lily, the downside to having giant, Japanese anime eyes is that they're easy to read. And yours are screaming, "What about my trip to Spain, deadbeat?" Lily: Okay, Ted, the downside to having a woman's mouth is, your feminine pout gives away your true feelings. And yours is saying, "Oh, Zoey, why can't I be on top just this once?" Ted: We take turns! Sometimes. (Marshall comes in) Marshall: Hey, guys. Thanks. Hey. I just had the best first day at the NRDC. (Barney starts laughing) Barney: I'm sorry. Sorry. Something Hershel said at work today. Robin: Hershel? Barney: What, don't you guys know Hershel? Didn't I tell you? Oh, he's the new lawyer who replaced Marshall at GNB. He is so awesome and funny and tall... taller than Marshall... and he knows way more laws. Lily: Well, I'm glad you like your new co-worker. Barney: There's no Hershel! I was just saying that to make you jealous! Why do you insist we play these games? Marshall: Barney, I'm not playing... Barney: Just come back to GNB already! Marshall: I'm really loving my new job. Lily: Oh, and I'm loving seeing you this happy. Marshall: I'm so glad to hear you say that because I volunteered our apartment for a big NRDC fund-raiser tomorrow night. You're-You're cool with that, right? Lily: Baby, you have my full support. Marshall: Thanks, baby. (phone chirps) Oh. Ooh, I gotta go. The invitations are ready. The party's for a bunch of environmentalists, so I found a guy downtown who makes biodegradable party invitations that can also be used as toilet paper. (Marshall leaves) Barney: That's how I'm gonna use mine. Robin: Why in the world do you care so much whether Marshall works at GNB? Barney: Care? I don't care. I'm like, whatever. Marshall who? He's stupid. Hershel's way better. Robin:Okay, Barney, is it possible that with everything that's gone on with your dad lately, you might have some unresolved abandonment issues you're transferring onto Marshall? Barney: Oh! Ugh! You are worse than my shrink. "Barney, we have to talk about your father." "Barney, I'm not going to teach you how to hypnotize people. You'll only use it for evil." "Barney, I am not going to conduct a couples session "between you and this woman. She's obviously a prosttute." I don't need this! At Ted's appartment (Lily arrives) Ted: Ah, Lily Aldrin, half of the world's most perfect couple! I was thinking about that woman's mouth comment, and I have three good comebacks. One: your mom didn't seem to mind it last night on her... Lily: Okay, look, Ted, I need a favor. Would you mind driving out to Kennedy with me to pick up this famous ecologist for Marshall's fund-raiser? Apparently, he only speaks Spanish. And you speak Spanish, right? (Ted says something in spanish) Perfect. Let's go. At Barney's office (Barney is on the phone with Marshall) Barney: Hey, Marshall, it's me. Listen, I know I've been kind of a jerk about your leaving GNB. I just wanted to call and say I'm sorry. No apologies necessary. We're good. Good. Um, hey, any chance you might maybe... I don't know... if you're not busy, uh, want to have lunch today? Marshall: Oh, buddy, I'd love to, but I can't. Barney: Oh, that's cool. No biggie. Another time. Robin: (Robin is standing at the door) Oh, my God! Barney: How long have you been there? Robin: You don't remember? [FLASHBACK] Robin: Hey. I was in the neighborhood. I just wanted to check in on you. You seemed, um, you seemed really upset the other day. Barney: Oh, no, I'm fine. Robin: Okay. Well, um, you want to go grab some lunch? Barney:Sure. Hey, are you okay if I invite Marshall to join us? Robin: Yeah. (Barney makes a call to Marshall) [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney:Right. So, um... Chinese? In Ted's car Ted: You know, just because Zoey and I are a different kind of couple than you and Marshall doesn't make us a worse couple. Lily: You're right. I-If you and Zoey are happy, then who am I to judge? I'm so sorry. Ted: Oh, my God, is that how support feels? It's so warm and wonderful. Oh, Lily, I've been so unhappy. Lily: But I thought you liked being challenged. Ted: Nobody likes being challenged! Couldn't she agree with me just once, even on something little, like... like what movie to see or-or what topping to get on our pizza or... oh, I don't know, my lifelong dream of building a skyscraper in New York City?! Lily: Well, in her defense, hamburger pizza, Ted? What are you, 12? Ted: You were right, Lily. I mean, Zoey's great, but... sometimes I do wish we were a little more like you and Marshall. There he is. Here we go. (Ted says some incomprehensible things in spanish) Man: I'm sorry. I don't speak... whatever it is you're speaking. Ted: Um, he speaks perfect English. Lily: Yeah, I-I know. Ted: Then why did you ask me to come? Lily: So you can drive him to the fund-raiser. Supporting Marshall this much is driving me crazy. I'm going to Spain-- my flight leaves in 45 minutes. Adios, muchacho. Ted: W-Wait, what do you mean you're going to Spain? Lily: You were right. If I hear myself say "Baby, you have my full support" one more time, I swear I'm gonna mrder someone! Ted: What are you gonna tell Marshall, huh? And when are you coming back? Lily: I honestly haven't thought it all the way through, and I don't intend to. All I know is that I'm a ticking time bmb, and if I don't do something for me right away, I swear I'm gonna explode! Ted: Wow, tha... that's an evocative metaphor to use for your nonthreatening, totally patriotic emotions. U.S.A.! Okay, Lily, I get it. Lily: Marshall's been asking a lot lately. Ted: But the thing to do is-is tell him you've had enough. Lily: I've never been good at that. And now, ever since his dad died, I-I feel like it's my job to just be fine with everything. But I'm not. I'm not fine that he volunteers our apartment for a giant fund-raiser and that he's not thinking about how we're gonna pay any of our bills and that, apparently, we've given up on trying to have kids. Ted: Lil... Lily: Look, I'm sorry, Ted, I just, I gotta do this. (Lily leaves) Man: My bag? Oh, no. I got it. At the Bar Barney: There's nothing to talk about. Robin: You trashed your office today. I mean, you obviously have some deep feelings you're not confronting. And I think they're about your dad. Barney: I don't want to talk about it, okay? Robin: Why not? Barney: Because I don't. And why am I explaining this to you? You're the most secretive person I know. You never tell anybody anything. Robin: I've never... told anyone this before. Um... I was 16. I was awakened around midnight by the sound of my father arguing with his business partner, Andy Grenier. As things grew heated... I watched my father's hand slowly coil around the heavy antique clock on his desk. The sun was just starting to rise over the bramble orchard as we packed the fresh earth down with the flats of our shovels. My dad and I got our stories straight. We walked back to the house in silence and... haven't talked about it since. But sometimes... on a still night... you can still hear that clock, ticking... ticking... (quietly): ticking. Barney: That's... the most harrowing story I've ever heard. Is it true? Robin: No. But it did get you to drink three scotches, which is why you're ready to spill your guts. Barney: Fine! The reason I'm upset about Marshall leaving GNB is... is...the meatball sub. Robin: Huh? Barney: It all started months ago in the GNB commissary. It was Meatball Sub Day. [FLASHBACK] Barney: Oh, how I used to love Meatball Sub Day. And then, the most humiliating moment of my life. Marshall: Hey, buddy, I think you got a tiny little bit of marinara sauce on your tie there. (Marshall and his co-workers start chuckling) Barney: I plotted my revenge for weeks. But nothing seemed right. Then it ht me. The answer was so elegant and simple-- an exploding meatball sub. For months, I experimented. More... marinara sauce. Finally, the sub was perfected. The plan was in place. The snare was baited. And then... [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney:...he quit, Robin, he quit! It's Meatball Sub Day today, which is why I wanted Marshall to come over and have lunch. But no. All that work wasted. (quiet sobbing) You want to make God laugh, tell him your plans, right? Robin: What is wrong with you? At Marshall's appartment Marshall: Hey, Professor Rodriguez, thank you so much for coming. Prof. Rodriguez: Oh, my pleasure. I have to use the restroom. Do you have some extra invitations? Marshall: Right over there. Enjoy. Hey. Hey, thanks for picking him up. Ted: Yeah, absolutely. Um, listen, something happened at the airport. Um... Marshall: What? Ted: Well, we got there, and, uh, Lily...(sighs) Lily... (Lily arrives) Lily: Marshall, hey. Sorry, I, uh, I had to park and-and grab some ice. Sorry. Marshall: Oh, thanks, babe. You would not believe how much this one has done to help throw this party, Ted. I don't know how she does it. Can't be easy, huh, Lil? Lily: Yeah. Listen, Marshall, I-I need to talk to you about something. Marshall: No, you know what? Me, too. Um... I want to thank you for being so supportive of me in all this. I've been at the NRDC for less than a week, and I've already done more to be proud of than in two years at GNB. I can't believe how good it feels. But now, it's time for me to find a way to help the Earth and get paid for it, because I can't put that burden entirely on you. So, starting tomorrow, I'll look for something with a paycheck. What do you think? Lily: Baby, you have my full support. (Marshall and Lily kiss;Ted notices Zoey at the other end of the room) Zoey: Ted. Ted: Hey! What are you doing here? Zoey: This is really important to Marshall, so I came to show my support. Ted: This you can be supportive of?! Zoey: What is that supposed to mean? Ted: I have the chance to build a skyscraper in the best city on Earth, and who's the one leading the charge to kll that dream? My girlfriend! Zoey: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What about my lifelong dream of not seeing every beautiful building in Manhattan bulldozed? Ted from 2030: And in that moment, I realized, though I really cared about Zoey, I couldn't do this for the next 50 years. I had to break up with her. But then... Kids, some couples always support each other, and some couples always challenge each other, but is one really better than the other? Yes. Support is better. Way better. But I'd have to learn that the hard way. [Ten years later; at Barney's] (Barney is in bed, looking very sick, Robin, Ted, MArshall and Lily are here) Lily: You're too young. This isn't fair. Marshall: We're not going anywhere, buddy. We're gonna stay here right till the end. Barney, weakly: Thank you, Marshall. (coughs weakly) Marshall... can I ask one final favor, my friend? Marshall: Yes, of course, of course... anything. Barney: Eat this meatball sub. Marshall: Wh-Where'd you get a meatball... Barney: I don't have much time! Marshall: Okay, yes, yes, of course. Of course. Does this have some sort of special meaning? (The sandwich explodes, throwing marina sauce all over Marshall; Barney leave his bed) Barney, with a mean laugh: I'm not sick, you idiots! I've racked up $30,000 of uninsured medical bills for symptoms I don't even have. Totally worth it! You should see the look on your face. Oh, wait, you can't-- 'cause it's covered in marinara sauce! Ted: Uh, Barney, you got a little marinara on your pajamas. (Barney looks at his pajamas and stops laughing; his face decomposes itself) [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x20 - The Exploding Meatball Sub"}	foreverdreaming
[1983; on Jerry's porch] Jerry: Barney, afraid this is good-bye. Your buzz kll of a ma... thinks I'm a... a bad influence on you. Barney: What? That's... What is that word you taught me? "Bull" something? Jerry: But she's your mother and I'm... you know, I'm just your Uncle Jerry. So, this is the last time I can see you. Barney: But you're supposed to take me to see that Zeppelin cover band next week. The night is gonna be... Led-and-Jerry. Jerry: Sorry, buddy, but this is it. But don't you forget your training. What's a magician's best friend? Barney: A drunk audience. Jerry, laughing: Attaboy. You still got that button from the festival we went to? Now... I'm gonna put this right inside your brain, behind your ear... so that I'll know that you won't forget me. See you, buddy. And hey... Never... stop... partying. Ted from 2030: Kids, in 1983, Barney watched his father walk out of his life. And in 2011, when their first reunion ended badly... [2011] At Jerry's Jerry: I'd love nothing more than to be a part of your life. Ted from 2030: This time it was Barney who did the walking. Barney: Bye. Ted from 2030: And that was almost the end of it. Except, a few weeks later... At Ted's appartment (Ted, Lily, Marshall and Robin are eating chinese; Barney enters) Barney: I am so angry at my dad! Guess who called me today. Go on, guess. Marshall: Mmm. Your dad? Barney: My dad! [FLASHBACK] (Barney is at the Bar. Jerry is on his porch.) Barney: Barney Stinson. Jerry: Hi, Barney. It's your dad. Look, would you like to go fishing with me and J.J. on Sunday morning? Barney: Ooh, hold on, let me check my personality. Oh, no. Turns out I would never do that in a million years. Jerry: Barney, look... I know you're disappointed that your dad is just... a boring old driving instructor from the suburbs. But that guy I used to be... "Crazy Jerry"? He was bad news! Drinking, partying, sleeping around. The party can't go on forever. You're 35; I'm-I'm sure you're starting to realize that, right? Barney: You do not know how right you are. [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: Zero right! We're not getting too old for anything. Ted: You sure? I feel like we collectively learn the opposite lesson, like, at least once a year. Barney: I have to face an ugly truth. Jerry Whittaker, my own father, is anti-awesome-etic. I know Crazy Jerry's still in there somewhere, but he's trapped under 20 years of lawnmower parties and carpool barbecues. Robin: Wow, you know nothing about the suburbs. Barney:Well, this Saturday night, I am bustin' him out. I'm gonna make Jerry realize he was wrong about giving up his old life by showing him the awesomest night of all time. And for the awesomest night of all time, I'm going to need the awesomest friends of all time. Okay, who do I know? Guys...! Do any of you know George Clooney? At the Bar (Barney sits down at the booth) Barney: Okay, my dad's almost here. I need everything to be as awesome as possible tonight. Lily: That's why you brought these guys. Barney:No. That's why I brought these guys. (He gets several cards out of his inside pocket) I've made some minor improvements to your identities. Uh. Mm! You'll find them on these cards. Marshall: Improvements?! Barney:Yeah. Marshall: Bro, we are already the four jiggity-jamminest dudes and dudettes this side of... Okay, let's see the cards. Barney:Robin, no one watches the news unless it's a car chase or a nip slip. You are now a professional scotch taster. Lily, Jerry needs to learn that other lifestyles are just as fulfilling as monogamy, so now you and Marshall are in an open marriage. Lily: Whoo-hoo! Marshall: Gross! Barney:Also, Marshall, you can't just be unemployed, so you are now a gin-swilling, womanizing playwright. And, Ted, just be yourself. (chuckles) Just kidding. Here's a giant pile of topics you should avoid talking about. Ted: Well. Well, this could actually be fun. In fact, I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said, "Man is least himself when he talks..." Barney:Ted, card. Ted: Ah. You're right... "No quoting Oscar Wilde." Barney:Finally... Robin, you're dating Ted. Robin: Aw, man! Why? Barney: I can't have any single female friends lying around. My dad'll be all, Why don't you marry Robin? You guys are cute together. Deep down, you know you were never happier than when you were with her. Uh... (chuckles) no, thanks. Lily: Hey, Barney... love the new identities. Little thing... instead of being a naked super ninja, can I be Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada? Ted: How good was that movie? (everyone start talking all at once) Barney: And... hence new identities. (later, still at the Bar) Ted from 2030: And so Barney's dad finally showed up. (Jerry arrives) Barney: Jerry, you remember Marshall... he's a well-known writer. Marshall: Playwright. We're all writers, just some of us don't know what our story is yet. Barney: Lily, his wife. Lily: Well, most nights. Mama don't let no ring get in the way of a good time. Jerry: That's... a little depressing. Ted: Uh, hi again. Ted. Oh, and, Jerry, you remember my girlfriend. Robin: Robin. Hi. So nice to see you again. Barney: Wait, wait. Jerry, I got to tell you the truth. Guys, I'm gonna tell him. We're also a band. At Ted's appartment ROBIN: Two, three, four! [OPENING CREDIT sang and played by the HIMYM gng] At the Bar Jerry: So, Saturday night... time to cut loose, right? Who wants to split a beer? Barney: Oh, we're not drinking here. Tonight we're going big. Let's see, what club should we ht first? There's Club Was, there's Wrong... Marshall: Um, those places shut down a long time ago. Barney: Oh, no. Marshall: Oh, No shut down, too. Ted: There's Where? Jerry: Where's Where? Lily: Where's where Was was, isn't it? Barney: No, Was wasn't where Where was, Was was where Wrong was, right? Jerry: Okay. Ted: Not Okay. That place is lame. Robin: Okay is Lame? I thought Lame was a gay bar. Or is that Wrong? Marshall: That's wrong. That's not Wrong. Barney: Guys, focus. Robin: Oh, I like Focus. Let's go there. Ted: Where? Robin: Not Where. Focus. Lily: I thought Focus was closed. Barney: No, Was was Closed. Once Was shut down, it reopened as Closed. Marshall: So Closed is open. Robin: No, Closed is closed. Jerry: I don't know. Third base! Right? Robin: Ew, Third Base is all frat guys. Jerry: I'll go anyplace, okay? Ted: Not Okay. Okay is lame. Robin: Okay is not Lame. Lame is a gay bar. Lily: Guys, shut up. Barney: No, Shut up shut down. I can't believe I don't know the clubs anymore. Marshall: Guys, just pick a club, okay? Ted: Not Okay! All: Okay is Lame! Gay bar. Marshall: For the record, I was in there once by accident. I'm pretty sure it's pronounced Lamé. Barney: It's hopeless, isn't it? At Hopeless (dance music playing) Marshall: Wow. A lot of these girls are young enough to be our daughters. Barney: I know. Daddy's home. And Granddaddy's home! Tonight rocks so hard! Jerry: I might be allergic to this stamp. Robin: Oh, my God, my secret crush is here. Lily: Mila Kunis?! Robin: No, my secret crush. We met a few years ago. [FLASHBACK] (In a shop) Man: Hi. I could use a woman's opinion. Is this working for me? Robin: Uh... no. (laughs) The only good thing about how ugly that shirt is, is that it distracts from how terribly it fits you. Man: I was trying on the pants. Robin: Oh. (Laughs) [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: I had to leave before we could finish talking, so that was it. You know, ever since then, I've always... Oh, my God, he's coming over here. Oh. Hello. Man: Hi. A few years ago at a department store... did you embarrass the hell out of me? Robin: Oh, I'm sorry, you must have me confused with the shirt you were wearing that day. Man: I should be so lucky. (Ted pops in) Ted: Hi! I'm Ted! Robin's boyfriend! Nice to meet you. Man: Right. Um... it was really nice to see you again. Robin: Mm-hmm. You, too. Man: Yeah. (Ted pats Robin twice) Ted, whispering to Robin: You owe me one. Barney: Man, isn't this place great? Jerry: Uh, I don't know. It's so loud! Marshall: And so bourgeois. Many of plays are about the bourgeois. And ennui. And one rock opera about... a frozen yogurt shop. Barney: Uh, L-Lily, uh, talk about your open marriage. Lily: Okay. Well, after a long day of style meetings and photo sht and being way too mean to my assistant, I sometimes bang an underwear model. Jerry: My goodness! Marshall: I sleep around, too. Just as much. A little more, even. Lily: Oh, uh, only 'cause you have nothing to do all day. Marshall: Are we having this fight again? Writing plays is a real job! Lily: I work 90 hours a week subsidizing your "real job." Marshall: I won a Tony! Lily: I brought French cooking to America! Marshall: What? Barney: Let's do shts. Jerry: Uh, no, thank you, Barney. I have that fishing trip with J.J. early tomorrow. I... I better take it easy. Barney: No. Don't you remember what you said to me when I was a kid? "Never stop partying." Jerry, looking horrified: I said that? To a six-year-old? I don't remember that. Barney: You don't remember the last thing you said to me when I was a kid? Well... you know, why don't you just go back home? Jerry: But I want to hang out with you. Barney: Yeah, well, I want to hang out with Crazy Jerry, not Stay-at-Home Jerome. Jerry: Fine. You want Crazy Jerry? (He drinks four shts) There! You got him! I apologize... it might take a few minutes to kick in. All: Oh... (Later...) Jerry: Hey, sugar! Five beers for the table, a Seven-and-Seven for me, and your ten digits for this guy here! Tonight Crazy Jerry's gonna burn this disco down! Whoo! Wa-hah! Barney: Can you believe it? This is awesome! Robin: Barney, how is that awesome? Barney: I finally know what it's like to be embarrassed by my dad. Marshall: So you really believe that if we were in an open marriage that you would do better than me? Lily: Hey, you do better than me at a lot of other things, like digesting dairy... and reaching for stuff. Marhsall: Okay, you know what? Game on. If I can score five numbers before you can, then we have sex in the bathroom. But... if you can score five numbers before me, then we have sex in the bathroom. Lily: So our usual wager. Deal. Barney: Hey, uh, hey, Jerry, y... you really want to be out here like this? Jerry: Oh, sorry, small-town preacher from the Midwest, is there a law against dancing? Barney: No, of course not. I... I just... Jerry: Oh, this club blows. Let's ht the greatest party in the world, the streets of New York! Barney: Yeah! Let's do it! Uh, maybe fix the tie. But mostly, party! (Barney and Jerry leave) Robin: Okay, Jerry's gone; Let's break up. Ted: Okay. "I would have stolen you a whole orchestra." There. What's the rush? Robin: Well, that guy who came over here who thinks we're dating, I kind of have a crush on him. Can you help me clear it up? Ted: Really? That guy? He was, like, a four. Robin: A four? God, you are, like, the worst judge of guys ever. Okay, if he is a four, what are you? Ted: Hey! I'm not perfect; I'm an eight... and a half. Robin: You're a doofus and a half. Ted: Fine. Let's go talk to him. Where'd you meet this booger-eater anyway? Robin: At a close-out sale at Dawes. Ted: Really? I remember that sale. [FLASHBACK] Ted: Hey, Robin. Robin: Oh, Ted. Oh, no. Ted: Look what I just bought. Right? Right? (He is wearing the Red Boots) [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: Hold on. We were dating then. I specifically remember, because we had great sex that night. Great sex. [FLASHBACK] Ted: Let me guess. Someone wants to knock... boots. Boots. (imitating gn) Robin: Just take off your damn shirt. Okay. Ted: All right. Robin: All right. Whoa, stop. Ted: What? Robin: Stop. Perfect. Ted: But I... I can't see, and you can't see me. Robin: Yeah. Yeah, just like that. [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: You were picturing your crush! Robin: Well, somebody had to. Ted: Okay, okay, answer me this. Are you absolutely sure it had nothing whatsoever... to do with the boots? Robin: Yes. Ted, loudly: You hear that, everybody? She said "yes"! We're getting married! (Ted chuckles) I love this girl. I'm never letting her go. In the streets of New York Jerry: Hey... Bottoms up, amigo! Ted from 2030: After that, Barney's memory of the night got a little hazy. Jerry, to a big tattoed biker: You want to fight me? Well, I'll fight you, dummy! You don't even know! Barney: (laughing): Hey, hey! There we go! (Jerry is trying to rip out a parkmeter) Jerry: Oh, look what I just ripped out of the ground! Barney: Oh...! Jerry: I just puked on the hood of that... police car! (Laughing) (both laughing) Jerry: Too bad your playwright friend isn't a lawyer. Barney, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid this is what it's like hanging out with Crazy Jerry. Barney: It's okay, Dad. I never thought tonight would be so awesome! So... next stop, strip club. The Lusty Leopard has a special... Jerry: Oh, for corn's sake, Barney, I'm not drunk! Barney: What? Jerry: I told you, I don't party anymore, and you wouldn't take no for an answer. So... I used a little... sleight-of-hand... to make you think otherwise. [FLASHBACK] (Jerry substitutes a bottle of milk for a bottle of alcohol and hands out the alcohol bottle to Barney) Jerry: Here you go. Barney, laughing: Whoa! Jerry: Bottoms up, amigo! [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: But all those crazy things you did. Jerry: Do you happen to remember what a magician's best friend is? Barney: A drunk audience. [FLASHBACK] Jerry, to a dummy wearing a biker outfit: You want to fight me? Well, I'll fight you, dummy! Barney: No, no, no. You don't even know! Right here! Jerry: Look. Look what I just ripped out of the ground! Barney: Oh...! (Barney is groaning, wiping his mouth with his hand) Barney: What just happened? Jerry: I... I just puked on the hood of that... (siren blares)...police car. [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: Well, why do all those things? Jerry: I figured if I showed you what... "never stop partying" really looked like, you'd realize you can't do it forever. (sighs heavily) Oh, well. Barney: You lied to me all night for your own selfish reasons? Daddy...! Jerry: I wanted to hang out with you... you're my son. And since you didn't want to come with me and J.J. On that fishing tri... Fishing trip. I'll never make it back in time now. Barney: Hey, you know, a... a pretty good magician like you probably knows how to, say, get out of a standard set of handcuffs. Jerry: Perhaps. Barney: Well, here's something you didn't know... I'm a pretty good magician, too. (They escape and run away) Abracadabra! At Hopeless Woman: Congratulations! Robin: Oh, hey! Thank you so much. We're super excited. We're thinking June. (laughs) Yeah, okay. Okay, jerk, do you remember how you ended up buying those red cowboy boots? [FLASHBACK] Ted, chuckling: Wow. Wardrobe malfunction at the O.K. Corral! I mean, who in their right mind would ever... Woman: You would look so totally hot in those. Ted: Do you have these in a size 11? [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: So get off the field at the Superdome, because you ain't no saint. Marshall: Hello. Robin: I, uh... Oh. Marshall: Hi, Robin. Could I have your phone number? Outside, between two cars Barney: We need someplace to hide. Jerry: Where? Barney: No, Jerry, this is not the time to go to another club! We've got to get you back home in time for that trip. But there's no more trains, there's no cabs. Jerry: Well, uh... I do have a few driving students in the city. In a car (An old driving student of Jerry is driving the car, Jerry is in the passanger seat, Barney is at the back) Barney: Step on it! Jerry... Jerry: Do not step on it. Barney: Jerry, we have got to get you home in time for that fishing trip. Jerry: The laws are there to protect... Barney: This is no time for laws! Jerry: Buckle up, Barney. Barney: I am not going to buckle up! Jerry: I am your father! You will listen to me! At Hopeless Ted: Hey! How's the open marriage going? Who was the first one to get the five numbers? Lily: I won that race. My prize... sex in the bathroom. Marshall: And I won that race. In the streets of New York (The gng is going back home) Lily: Aw, sorry that secret crush didn't work out for you. Robin: Oh, it's okay. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Lily: Why are you smiling? Robin: I don't know. Good night. In the same street Man, on the phone: Saw that girl again. And guess what? She's engaged. So that's the end of that. Ted from 2030: It wasn't the end of that. More on that later Man: And her fiancé? The guy's like a two. In the car Barney: How did you do it? Jerry: Do what? Barney: How did you become this? I mean, I love my life, but... I'm not sure I like loving it. Sure, strip clubs... Jerry: You're drifting. Barney: Hey, I'm trying to open up to you... Jerry: No, Mrs. Perkins, you're drifting! Go on, Barney. Barney: When I think about going for anything more than that, I look at my life, and who I am, and... I'm too far gone. I'm broken. Jerry: Son, I was far more broken than you'll ever be. And look at me now. Don't get me wrong... settling down is... a challenge. It's the biggest challenge of your life. Barney:So how do you do it? Jerry: A magician never reveals his greatest trick. But I'll give you a hint. You gotta meet the right girl. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet her tomorrow. Barney:Maybe I've met her already. Jerry: And park. And emergency brake. I did have a good time tonight. And hey, if you want to go fishing, we got room in the boat. Barney:Maybe some other time. Jerry: Okay. Oh, and, uh... thanks for taking such good care of this. It means a lot to me that you kept it safe all these years. (Jerry leaves the car and goes home) Barney:I'm going fishing with my dad. Later, in a boat, in the middle of a lake, Jerry, JJ and Barney are fishing quietly... (Barney inhales deeply, exhales) Barney: This... sucks. [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x21 - Hopeless"}	foreverdreaming
Ted from 2030: Kids, when your Uncle Marshall finally quit Goliath National Bank to do something better with his life, he left on great terms with his boss. Arthur: Good luck, Marshall. And promise you'll list me as a reference. Ted from 2030: Which made Marshall's big interview with a respected environmental organization all the more confusing. Head of the environmental Organization: I'm sorry. I don't think you're the kind of person we're looking for. I just got off the phone with Arthur Hobbs over at GNB. Arthur: Oh, yeah, I worked with Marshall Eriksen... at least I did when he actually showed up. [FLASHBACKS] Arthur: Marshall! Hey, it's, uh, it's 2:30. If it's no big deal, we'd sure love it if you'd try to get here at least before lunch. Marshall: Yeah? And I'd sure love to give a rat's ass. Assistant: Oh! Mr. Eriksen... You're not wearing any pants. Marshall: Your move. Assistant: But Marshall, wh... What about the environment? Marshall: Screw the environment! Head of the environmental Organization: "Screw the environment"?! Arthur: Oh, yeah. We fired him when we caught him clubbing a seal in his office with an even cuter seal. The guy's a maniac. He's just an awful, flatulent rcist. [END OF FLASHBACKS] Marshall: Sir, none of that is... Head of the environmental Organization: Sorry. Interview over. Outside GNB Ted from 2030: And so Marshall stormed over to GNB, where he ran into Zoey. Zoey: If you want to get back at those jerks, I have a proposition for you. At the Bar Barney: Invitations for the demolition of The Arcadian. As head of the project, I get to decide how we knock it down. I'm torn between training an actual coyote to use an ACME dynamite plunger, or hooking up a fuse to Eddie Van Halen's guitar that goes off the second he hits the last note to "Hot For Teacher." Barney! Barney! Bar... No, no. I'm going to go coyote. Robin: Wait. While no one wants to see a, uh, coyote wearing a little hard hat more than me, remember: Zoey's protest could still shut your whole project down. Barney: Oh, come on. Zoey's not shutting anything down, standing out there with her stupid megaphone, screaming in the wind; butt cheeks trembling with fury; her perky breasts heaving; her self-righteous nipples... Ted: Dude, that's my girlfriend. Barney: Point is, we are taking her and The Arcadian down. Am I right, Teddy Westside? Ted: You know it. Lily: Okay. See, that's so weird to me. One second you're defending Zoey, and the next, you're talking about her going down. Barney: Glad to know she's also mouthy in a good way. What up? Dude, that's his girlfriend. Lily: Isn't it tough dating the woman that's trying to prevent your building from being built? Ted: At first, yes, but we figured out a great way to deal with it: we never talk about it. And since then, we've really been enjoying each other's company. Lily: So, every time The Arcadian comes up, you guys just awkwardly change the subject? Ted: Yeah, but you'd be surprised. It doesn't even come up that often. Zoey arrives Zoey: Hey, guys. All: Hey! Zoey: Meet the new lawyer I hired to help save The Arcadian. Ted: So Oprah's retiring. Oof! What's that world gonna be like? [OPENING CREDITS] Robin: Wait, Marshall's helping you save The Arcadian, now. Zoey: Yeah. Having a former GNB employee on our side is huge for us. GNB is going down. Marshall: Yeah, totally. Ted: So, they found water on Mars. What? Marshall: Listen, um, I hate to go up against my two best friends, but... I really, I really need this right now. I mean, we're, we're cool, right? Barney: Not only do you quit the job I stuck my neck out to get you, now you sabotage the project I'm in charge of? Is this because I brushed Lily's boob with my elbow, the other day? Lily: That was on purpose! Barney: I mean this is really like... Marshall: Barney, please... Ted from 2030: And thus began an all-out wr between Barney and Marshall... Outside GNB Delivery Guy: Delivery from Mr. Stinson. Zoey: Barney sent us pictures of himself. Oh, God. What's he doing to that megaphone?! Marshall: Oh! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! At the Bar Ted from 2030: Later, back at the bar... another wr was just beginning. Lily: Babe, can I get you a drink? Marshall: No, I'm still not... ready to put my mouth on anything yet. Lily: I know. Marshall: You know what? Screw this. Game on. Marshall leaves the booth. A woman comes toward the booth then walks away when she sees that the girls are still there. Lily: Can you believe this one? Wants our booth. Keeps giving us the walk-by. Robin: That bitch is not giving us the walk-by. Lily: The walk-by with the stink eye. Robin, in a high-pitched voice: A stink-eye-walk-by?! Aw, hell no! I hope this drink isn't teething, 'cause it's about to get nursed. Barney is talking to a girl; Marshall approaches. Marshall: Barney! Your wife just called from the hospital! It's a boy! Barney: No. I' was... I was... Ted from 2030: This went on for days. Marshall, to the girl Barney is talking to: Congratulations. You're about to be the 250th girl that Barney has slept with. Barney: Pfff. Try 283. 250 was months ago. No, no, no. No, I mean, you're totally 250, baby. No, don't. (The girl leaves) Marshall: Oh, bye-bye. Later... Marshall: Mr. Stinson... I had to rush down as soon as I got your results. I'm sorry, but your crabs have super-herpes. (The girl leaves in a hurry) Lily: Oh, boy. Look who's back. Robin: Look, Lily, I think this girl wants our seats. Should we leave... or stay here Lionel Richie style "All Night Long"? Lily: Excuse me waitress, I'll have a mojito! And you'll have a no-seat-ho. Marshall joins them at the booth; Barney stands next to him. Marshall: Ah, yes... the sweet, smoky taste of victory. Barney: Are you sure it doesn't taste like anything else? Marshall: That's it! Marshall catch Barney by his vest. Barney: Kent! Kent! Kent shows a picture to Marshall, who then let Barney go. Marshall: Oh, God! Ow... Why would you do that to your own jacket?! Barney: That's what you get, you traitor! Marshall: Oh, really? Really? Barney: Yeah. Really. Marshall: Really. That... what... Carl: Okay, enough! You guys are out of here. Robin: Ejected! Carl: I meant all of you. You're all banned from the bar. Out! Robin: Carl! Oh... This has nothing to do with us. You're totally ridiculous. (The girls stand up and leave the booth; the other girl sits down at their booth) Don't look, baby. Just don't look. Come on. At the appartment Lily: This stupid feud isn't going to end until Marshall and Barney finally talk about their feelings, cry, and then hug it out like they do on Oprah. Robin: Man, what are we going to do without her? Lily: Oh... Robin: Wait, you know what, these guys are not going to get all mushy sober. We need to get these bitches drunk. Lily: Yes, but the right kind of drunk. Uh... we should go with something mellow. Maybe red wine? Robin: Oh, I don't know. Red wine has kind of an odd effect on Barney. He reaches a point of sad clarity. [FLASHBACK] All: Ten, nine, eight... Barney: I'm a B-plus. My whole life, I was hoping to be an A, and I'm a B-plus. And I'm okay with that. All: Happy New Year! [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: If we want them to open up, I say we go straight-up gin. Lily: Oh... last time Marshall got gin-drunk was at that douchey bar Barney likes to go to. Marshall almost got in a fight that night. [FLASHBACK] Marshall: Look at this meatball. He's headed right towards me, showing me no respect. Well, if he wants to play chicken, this rooster ain't backing down! Oh. Mirror. [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: How about martinis? Robin: Absolutely not. I'm not going anywhere near you and a martini. Lily: Why not? [FLASHBACK] Lily: Ooh... You know what would be stupid? If we made out. That would be so stupid. Hey, I dare you guys to dare us to make out. [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: Every time. Lily: I only say that because it would be so stupid if we did. So stupid... Robin: Uh-huh. Lily: Oh, yeah? Well... what about you and absinthe? [FLASHBACK] Marshall: I don't know. We could have water, soda, purple stuff... Robin: We're a dream a baby's having. We're a dream a baby's having. [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: I keep telling you, that didn't happen. Robin: It happened, and it changed me. How about daiquiris? Lily: Maybe. When Marshall has daiquiris... he gets really into how beautiful he is. [FLASHBACK] Marshall, talking to a mirror: Hey. I dare you guys to dare us to make out. Ted: Hey, Marsh, you know that's another mirror, right? [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: Peppermint schnapps? Robin: No. Peppermint schnapps turns Barney into Richard Dawson. Lily: Who? Robin: The crazy old host of Family Feud, who greeted women by kissing them on the mouth. [FLASHBACK] Barney: Hey there, darlin'. How you doin'? Ah, is this your sister? Mmm... Beautiful. Mmm... Ted: Hey, where are our chicken wings? Barney: Show me chicken wings! All: Good order, Ted! Good order! [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted goes out of his room, and walks toward the entry door. Ted: Okay, I'm gonna go pick up Zoey, then we're off. See you Sunday. Lily: Oh, wait, Ted. Do you have a specific reaction to any kind of alcohol? Ted: Bourbon. When I drink bourbon... I get weirdly good at beatboxing. [FLASHBACK] Ted is beatboxing Ted: Peace, I'm out. Everyone is cheering [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: Yeah, Ted, I hate to tell you, but the bourbon only makes it sound good to you. [FLASHBACK] Ted does some mouth noises. Ted: Peace. I'm out. [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: You had to take that away from me, didn't you? (He takes a bottle of Bourbon out of his bag and put it on the table) Robin: Well, enjoy Martha's Vineyard. Hopefully by the time you get back, we'll be allowed back into MacLaren's. Ted: What do you mean? Lily: Barney and Marshall's feud got us banned from the bar. We lost our booth. Robin: Stop. Ted: Man, how did things get so screwed up? Ted from 2030: Of course I knew the answer to that. I was dating her. But I wasn't about to ruin our first big romantic weekend away by bringing up the one topic we agreed was completely off-limits. In Ted's car Ted: You and The Arcadian are ruining my life! What? Zoey: I thought we weren't talking about... Ted: We're talking about this. Look, I can handle you trying to prevent me from fulfilling a life-long dream. That's just being in a relationship. But now? You turn my best friend against me? Zoey: Marshall made his own choice. Why aren't you mad at him? Ted: Because he's going through a lot right now. He, he's looking for something to believe in, and you took advantage of that. You're, you're just like those Internet swindlers who tricked him into paying 300 bucks for a lock of Sasquatch fur. Zoey: You cannot compare The Arcadian to a Ziploc bag full of Turkish armpit hair. The Arcadian is a beautiful, magnificent hotel. Ted: Okay. You know what? We're settling this once and for all. Zoey: Okay. At the bar Lily: We've cross-referenced every alcohol with Marshall and Barney's reaction. What's the right drink for this situation? Robin: Well, they're not talking. They're not even looking at each other. That reminds me of those awkward Sunday dinners with my mom, my dad and his mistress. Families, right? Lily: I-I guess. That... seems like a whole other thing. We need a drink that will start a fight. A black screen with the word "Gin" at the center appears. Barney: Do you know what I had to do to get you that job? Marshall: Do you know what I had to do to will myself to show up every day? Barney: What, wear a wrinkled suit and not give a damn about what your hair looked like? Marshall: I showed up with wet hair once! Once! Barney: Oh, my God. At the Arcadian Ted: Well, here we are. I had a reservation at a four-star inn overlooking the ocean but, uh... How can that compete with such a beautiful, magnificent hotel? Welcome to The Arcadian. So here's the deal. If you can last until sunrise in your precious Arcadian, I'll join your side. Zoey: You're on. This place is fantastic. They even left a chocolate on the pillow. Ted: That's not a chocolate. At the bar Robin: Okay, now we need to get them something that will make them emotionally vulnerable and completely, pathetically honest. Lily: Yeah, we need a drink that, that takes subtext and turns it into text. Yeah. A black screen with the word "Whisky" at the center appears. Marshall: See, ever since the death of my father, I have been drawn to the idea of preservation. That's why The Arcadian speaks to me. Barney: Ever since my father walked out on my childhood, I've had serious abandonment issues. You walking out on me like that... Marshall: Oh God, I didn't even think of that... Barney: It made me wonder, "What could I have done to make him stay?" Marshall: Look, you didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't you, Barney. Barney: That's what everyone keeps saying but people just keep leaving me. Robin: Wow. That got real o'clock. Lily: Yeah. We need to get them up and having fun. A black screen with the word "Daiquiris" at the center appears. Robin: Dance, my puppets, dance! Lily: Now do you see why I'm always interfering in other people's lives? Robin: Oh, God, totally! At the Arcadian Zoey: Well, we're here for the night. Might as well have some fun. Dare to join me? Ted: Dust just flew out of that comforter in the shape of a skull. Whoa, something just passed through me. Can you get STDs from the ghost of a prosttute? Ted opens a door, a woman screams. Ted: What are... What are you doing in our bathroom? Woman: This bathroom for entire floor! At the bar Lily: Okay. Final round. What simple act will get the boys to finally forgive each other? Robin: Sharing a brandy. Which is what I walked in on my parents doing once. Brandy was my father's mistress. God, parents. Right? Lily: Again, just a whole other thing, sweetie. Where'd they go? Oh, no. They did shts. Robin: What? What is it? Lily smells the inside of a glass Lily: What's the worst thing they could possibly drink right now? A black screen with the word "Tequila" at the center appears. At the Bar (Barney is hitting on a female biker) Barney: Your place or mi... Your place or mi... Le-Let's go to your place. Mm. Ted from 2030: Kids, don't drink tequila. At the Arcadian Ted: Uh, these were supposed to be for a romantic dinner on our balcony as we were serenaded by the sounds of the ocean. But I guess we'll have to settle for what sounded like two very large men having sex next door... with a third very small man. Zoey: I think that small man sounded very moved by The Arcadian's beauty. Ted: Okay. What is it? And don't give me, "It's beautiful." Don't give me, "It's magnificent" What is it about this place that makes you so passionate to save it? Zoey: Well... When I was a little girl... my family used to live here. Ted: Why, why have you never told me that? Zoey: I never told anyone that. It makes it sound like it would be impossible for me to be objective, but... The truth is, I... I loved growing up here. We had just moved to New York. We were completely broke. But my mom told my sisters and me that The Arcadian was a castle. And we believed her. I know it's not what it used to be... but this building is a part of who I am. And that's why I want so badly for you to like it, too. Ted from 2030: Kids, you never forget the first time or place you tell a girl: Ted: I love you. Zoey: I love you, too. At the Bar Carl: Come on in, you're un-banned. I gave these guys some drinks and they calmed down and made up. Robin: Well, what drink finally did the trick? A black screen with the word "Beer" at the center appears. Robin & Lily: Of course, beer. Marshall: I love you. Barney: I love you. Kent comes in with some pictures. Barney makes signs to make him go away. Barney: Uh, no. N-Not right... At the Arcadian Ted: You know, I guess this place isn't so bad. Zoey: See? With a little renovation, we could restore it to its former... What was that? Ted: What was what? Zoey: I think it went under the bed. Ted: I don't see anything. Zoey: That, that was... that! Ted: Oh, my God! It's the cock-a-mouse! Zoey: The what? Ted: Cock-a-mouse. Part cockroach, part mouse. It used to live in our apartment. It must have settled here, and... Oh! Look, it had babies! Good for it. Zoey: Ew.... I give up. You win. Let's go! At the appartment Lily: Be well, my friends! Aw, just how we left them. Robin: Morning. Who wants breakfast? Barney: You have some coffee? So I can throw it in this traitor's face? Marshall: Oh, yeah? Hey! Hey! Do you guys have some pancakes, because I... would really like some pancakes. They're fantastic. Let's be honest, I love them. But I hate this guy! Lily: I thought they made up last night. Robin: Damn it, I know what happened. [FLASHBACK] Marshall: I love you. Barney: I love you. Uh, no. N-not right... Lily: Carl, a round of champagne. [END OF FLASHBACK] Lily: Ooh! The champagne. Robin: We gave them one drink too many. They must've blacked out and forgotten the whole thing. Barney: What kind of dirtbag doesn't stand by his best friends, but instead sides with some self-righteous bitch with a pointless cause and a megaphone? Ted and Zoey come out of Ted's room Ted: Dude. That's my girlfriend. And you know what? I'm on her side now, too. Barney: Whoa, whoa, you have got to be kidding me. Ted... Robin: Okay, what drink can fix this? Lily: Mama's done with this drama. What drink can fix the headache these clowns are giving me? Robin: I got it. Later... Robin and Lily are floating in the air Robin: Right? Lily: Time is music the planets make. Music the planets make... At the Bar Several women are sitting at the gng's booth. Woman: What is that? Kent arrives with some pictures; after seeing them, the women leaves the booth. Lily and Robin run to the booth with detergeant products. [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x22 - The Perfect Cocktail"}	foreverdreaming
Ted from 2030: Kids, this is a story of landmarks. There are certain moments in life when you have to decide which things you can stand to see torn down, and which things you have to preserve, no matter what. Such a moment came for all of us in May of 2011, at a special meeting of the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission, where the fate of The Arcadian would be decided once and for all. New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission Marshall: A symbol of strength and constancy, the stone lion of The Arcadian has watched over New Yorkers for generations. So remember: if the lion head stonework is regal, then tearing it down should be illegal. Well. Did you like that? All right, uh... We must make sure the lion is always there. Destroy The Arcadian? Oh, no, don't you dare. Yeah? Yeah? Okay. Try this one on for size... If you want New York's history at your beck and call... Chairman: All right, thank you, Mr. Eriksen. Marshall: I just have... Chairman: We will now hear from the architect of the proposed GNB Tower, Ted Mosby. Now, uh, Mr. Mosby, let's just cut right to the chase. Do you think The Arcadian should be a landmark?...Okay, it's klling me. What rhymes with "beck and call?" Marshall: Wrecking ball. Don't go swinging no wrecking ball. Audience: Ah... Marshall: Thank you. [OPENING CREDITS] Chairman: Mr. Mosby, do you think The Arcadian should be a landmark? It's not a difficult question. Ted from 2030: Actually, it a difficult question. Of course, had he asked me a few days earlier, I would have immediately said... [Two days earlier...] Ted: "Yes. The Arcadian should be a landmark." And then the crowd gasps: "Oh, my God! Did he really just say that? Oh, heavens! Oh, my stars! I must clutch my pearls!" Zoey: So these things are generally attended by old Southern ladies? Ted: Almost exclusively. But here's my point: If they ask GNB's chief architect... aka me... if The Arcadian should be a landmark, and I say "yes"? Zoey: That, no, that wasn't The Arcadian being destroyed; that was GNB's hopes of destroying The Arcadian. Marshall: I'm sorry, I should have been more clear. Zoey: Yeah. The Arcadian's gonna be all like... Marshall: Nice. Robin: I have a message from Barney. Ted from 2030: Things between Barney and the rest of us had gotten a little frosty. First this happened. Zoey: Meet the new lawyer I hired to help save The Arcadian. Ted from 2030: And then this happened. Zoey: What kind of dirtbag doesn't stand by his best friends, but instead, sides with some self-righteous bitch with a pointless cause and a megaphone?! Ted: Dude! That's my girlfriend. And ya know what? I'm on her side now, too. Ted from 2030: Which led to this happening. Zoey: Message from Barney? That's my cue to leave. Good night, guys. I love you. Ted: Mmm. Love you, too. Lily: All right, what's the message? 'Cause if it's another hypothetical yet eerily accurate drawing of my boobs... Robin: Yeah, I have that, too. Lily: Damn it. Robin: All right, here's the message. (clears throat, then reads Barney's note) "Oh, hey, guys. Didn't see you there. I was too busy feelin' fine and..." Really? "Feelin' fine and gettin' some 'jine. You may have noticed the giant plate of hot wings in front of me. I know how much you love hot wings. Too bad someone bribed the kitchen to take them off the menu tonight. So, if you want some, you're going to have to come back to GNB. But hurry, this offer will be gone lickety-split. (Barney licks his hot wings peace by peace then throws them down) Do evil laugh." Oh, um... (makes a poor impression of Barney's laugh) So, what are you turds up to? Marshall: Oh, we've got the big LPC meeting in two days. I have my whole presentation worked out. I just need to find a good rhyme to end on. Ted: Why does it need to rhyme? Marshall: If you end an argument with a rhyme, it's convincing all the time. Lily: Yeah. It's why in our apartment: If you're a-hopin' to score, don't leave your socks on the floor. Marshall: And she hasn't since. Barney: Okay, okay. A couple of things. Lily, how'd I do? Marshall: Nailed it. Barney: Secondly, Ted, I'm sorry I said mean things about Zoey. Are you really going to walk away from this project just because you're mad at me? Ted: It's not because I'm mad at you. Barney, The Arcadian was designed by a guy named John Clifford Larrabee. And even though he's been dad for half a century, it's my duty, architect to architect, to keep his work alive. Please tell me a little part of you understands. Barney: I understand. Zoey has magic lady bits. Ted: What? Barney: Zoey's lady bits... are magic, and that's how she controls your mind. You see, every few hundred millennia, lady bits leap forward... Lily: I know you're only just getting started, but this is already gross. Barney: I once knew such a girl. [FLASHBACK] Barney: It was last call. In this very bar. Later...Barney and the girl from the bar are in bed, the girl is texting something on her phone... Barney: What...?! No... What?!...No... What?! [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: Um... thank you for, um, not using a first name in that story. Ted: Barney, this is about the building. Barney: Come on. This is so about the girl. Ted: Okay, fine. It's about the girl! I am doing this for Zoey! I'm in love with her. Look, I know it's early, but there is a very good chance Zoey might be the mother of my children. So, in addition to doing this for John Clifford Larrabee, I'm also doing this for Luke and Leia. Lily: Wait. She's gonna let you name your kids Luke and Leia? Ted: Not if I knock down her favorite building, she isn't. Barney, I'm sorry. Barney: Oh, you're not sorry now, Ted Mosby. But you will be. You... will... be. (laughing harder and louder) That's how you do an evil laugh. Ciao for now. Ted from 2030: Now, kids, you remember Arthur Hobbs, Barney and Marshall's old boss at GNB? Well, Arthur was going through a divorce and taking it kind of hard. [FLASHBACK] Barney: Hi, Arthur. Everything okay? Arthur: No, everything's not okay. My stupid wife got custody of Tugboat. God, I should have kept her hidden in a cage in the basement. Barney: Isn't that animal cruelty? Arthur: I'm talking about my wife. Barney: Oh. That's fine, then. So listen, you know Ted, the architect? Arthur: Yeah, I know your friend Ted. Barney: So, if Ted stood up at that big meeting tomorrow and said that he thought The Arcadian should be a landmark... You wouldn't just fre him, would you? (laughing uncomfortably) Right? You wouldn't just... You wouldn't just... yeah... Arthur: No, Barney. I wouldn't just fre him. I'd also fre you. Barney: Come again for Big Fudge? [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: Can you believe that?! I can't be unemployed, Robin! My job is my identity; It's who I am. It gives me the confidence I need to convince girls I'm a fighter pilot. Robin: I-I don't understand. Why would he fre you? [FLASHBACK] In Arthur's office at GNB Barney: I don't understand. Why would you fre me? Arthur: Have you already forgotten how Mosby got that job? Barney: By being the best architect available? Arthur: No. Barney: By... being Latino? Arthur: No. Let me refresh your memory. We were in this very room. [FLASHBACK] Barney: Guys, I'm telling you, if Ted Mosby isn't fantastic, fre me. [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: Damn it! I was kidding? [FLASHBACK] Barney: I'm not kidding! Oh, by the way, Arthur, uh, how are things with you and your wife? Arthur: Really good. In fact, I just put all my assets in her name. Smartest thing I've ever done. [END OF FLASHBACK] Both: Damn it! Arthur: No, you'd better make sure Mosby doesn't screw up tomorrow. Because either that building is going down, or you're going down. [END OF LASHBACK] At the appartment Ted: They're going to fre him? That sucks. He loves that job. Marshall: And he's been doing it for years. Lily: Okay, what does Barney do at GNB? Ted: No idea. Marshall: He has a lot of keys. Robin: Okay, Ted, can you just please think about this before you... Ted: There's nothing to think about. I-I can't lose Zoey. That's the only thing that matters to me right now. Robin: Okay, Ted... you know I love Zoey. But, look, sometimes... I go play chess in the park. And the key to chess... Okay, I play online. But the key to chess... Okay, it's Angry Birds! But the key to Angry Birds is to always try to see every possible outcome. And to... ht some pigs with rocks or something. I don't know; I don't play. I can't get it to download. The point is, this thing with you and Zoey? I can see it going three possible ways. There's the first scenario. [ROBIN'S FIRST SCENARIO] Robin: The chairman asks you... Chairman: Do you think The Arcadian should be a landmark? Robin: You say... Ted: No. Robin: And Zoey dumps you on the spot. Zoey: We're done here. [END OF ROBIN'S FIRST SCENARIO] Robin: There's the second scenario. [ROBIN'S SECOND SCENARIO] Robin: The chairman asks you... Chairman: Do you think The Arcadian should be a landmark? Robin: You say... Ted: Yes Robin: And you're happy for, like, a second, until you realize the building you helped save has just become a monument to everything this woman made you give up, and you resent her for it, so much so, in fact, that you dump her. Ted: We're done here. [END OF ROBIN'S SENCOND SCENARIO] Ted: You said there was a third scenario. Robin: Right. [ROBIN'S THIRD SCENARIO] Robin: The chairman asks you... Chairman: Do you think The Arcadian should be a landmark? Robin: But before you can answer...You're ht in the neck with a blow dart fired by the ninja Zoey's ex-husband hired to assassinate you. [END OF ROBIN'S THIRD SCENARIO] Robin: That one's less likely. What I'm saying... what I hate saying... is this. You and Zoey are gonna break up. But you can still save your career and Barney's. Ted: Okay, first of all, no ninja's getting a jump on me. I have the reflexes of a jungle... (Robin slaps him by surprise) Lily: Tree? Ted: Second of all, I don't care that the odds are stacked against us. I'd rather try to make this work with Zoey than spend the rest of my life alone playing Angry Birds, which, by the way, I've shown you how to download, like, 20 times. Lily: I've got to say, I'm with Ted on this. Ted: Thank you. Lily: I mean, yes, this is a huge, divisive issue for them. Which means no matter what happens, there's gonna be a lot of resentment. Probably lasting for years... infecting every single moment of the rest of their relationship. So, in conclusion, I'm with Robin on this. Robin: Thank you. Ted from 2030: That night, as I slept soundly... In Ted's bedroom (A man looking very much like Barney in a renting old costume and brown hair, appears in Ted's bedroom) Ted: Barney, what are you doing? Ghost: Who is this Barney? My name is John Clifford Larrabee, architect of The Arcadian. And I am visiting you in a dream... Ted: Really? 'Cause it feels more like my insane friend renting a costume and breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night for what I wish I could say was the first time. Ghost: Look, it's a dream, it is. So just... okay? Theodore... heed my words: do not try to save The Arcadian. Ted: Barney, there's condoms in the drawer. Just take them and get out. Ghost, shouting dramatically: I am not... Barney... (The lights twinkle) Ted: Whoa! Lighting change! Ghost: Theodore, you know The Arcadian is a badly built, architecturally unimportant rat's nest designed by an overpaid, plagiarizing ether addict with two thumbs. This guy. Ted: Okay, yes, it's-it's a terrible building, but... does that mean we have to knock it down? I mean, it's not bothering anyone. Just anyone who lives in it... Or looks at it... Or smells it. Ghost: New York is never finished, Theodore. She's a lady only a handful of architects ever get to dance with. Do not miss your turn. Ted: The Arcadian has to go, doesn't it? Ghost: Indeed. Ted: You realize this kind of screws up my personal life. Ghost: Mo' buildings, mo' problems. Ted: This is a dream, right? Because, Barney, I swear to God, if that's you... (The ghost snaps his fingers, then transforms itself into Ted's mother) Ghost: Mommy's got Magic Lady Bits, Ted. Ted, panting: Dream! Dream! It was just a dream. (He takes his breath again, then phones Zoey) Hey. I know it's late, but, uh... you want to meet up? Outside the Arcadian Zoey: Hello, Mr. Lion. Ted: "Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair"" Zoey: Hey, I met you right...(laughs)...here. Ted: Right. And I mistook you for a prosttute right... here. Zoey: As far as you know, I still could be one. And you, my good man, have run up quite a tab. Ted: Worth every penny. Zoey: All right... this was fun. I'm gonna take this cab. Big day tomorrow. We need to get some sleep. And yet... Ted: No, we should get some sleep. But this was fun. Zoey: Yeah. It's nice getting one last look to remember what we're trying to save. Ted: Exactly. Zoey: You okay? Ted: Yeah. Good night. At the Landmark Commission Chairman: Mr. Mosby, I'm going to ask you one last time. Should The Arcadian be a landmark? Ted: No, it shouldn't be a landmark. There are a lot of important buildings in New York. The Arcadian isn't one of them. Zoey: E-Excuse me, I have a question for Mr. Mosby. If he doesn't think The Arcadian's worth saving, then whose voice is this? (She plays a recorder) Ted, on recorder: The Arcadian should be a landmark. It should. The lion head stonework is iconic. I hate working for GNB. They're a bunch of... wieners and gonads. Chairman: Is that your voice, Mr. Mosby? Ted: Yeah, that's me. At the Bar Ted: This is a nightmare. I can't believe she kept that tape. The LPC's gonna come back with a decision tomorrow, and based on today... Robin: They're gonna landmark the hell out of that place. Ted: Yeah. Barney: We'll end up out of a job, all thanks to some stupid, only sort of awesome lion head. Marshall: Better get used to that lion head. As of tomorrow, it's gonna be there till the end of times. And all because of my sweet, sweet rhymes. Ted: What are we gonna do? We should buy a bar. Barney: We should totally buy a bar! Marshall: We should absolutely totally buy a bar! Robin: It's really the only sensible idea right now. Marshall: Oh, oh, and ready? It's a theme bar. It's a courtroom. Ted: Yes! Where the bartenders wear sexy judges' robes. Marshall: I'll allow it! Barney: The only court where you show up, then get served. Robin: Ho! You're judged by a jury of your beers. Ted: That's not bad. Lily: Just stop it! No one's buying a bar. Right now we have a little problem. Let's just think of a solution. Ted: Lily, it's over. The good guys lost. Marshall: I don't know, homegirl is pretty diabolical. If there is a plan that'll get us out of this, it's somewhere inside this butter churn. She'll think of it. I'm just gonna sit here... and watch it happen. (Lily starts to jiggle) And she's got it! Lily, what's the plan? Barney: Oh, this ought to be good. Ted from 2030: And then Lily told us her plan. Barney: Oh, this is good! Ted: We have to find Arthur right now. In the street Arthur: What is so difficult about this?! Tugboat figured this out in, like, five minutes. This is bush league! Barney: Hey, Arthur! Robin: Oh, cute dog! Arthur: No! Tugboat, my other dog, that was a cute dog. This little disappointment is nothing but a cheap facsimile. I said it! Yeah, my love is reserved for dogs that go to the bathroom on command instead of wasting my time! Barney: Listen, Arthur, Marshall's wife has an idea for how we can save, not saving The Arcadian. Arthur: Oh, his wife has an idea. Let me tell you about wives, okay? They leave you and take your best friend with them. You're not Tugboat! You'll never be Tugboat! Barney: Uh... Hey, Arthur? Arthur: I guess this one's kind of cute or whatever. So... so what's the idea? Lily: Okay, first hear my demands. One, Ted and Barney keep their jobs. Two, when you guys do finally blow up The Arcadian, one of them gets to push the button. Barney and Ted: Dibs. Arthur: Fine! What's the idea? Lily: Well... Ted from 2030: Kids, for legal reasons, I have to skip this part of the story and jump ahead to the next night, as the Landmarks Preservation Commission gave their verdict. Landmarks Preservation Commission Chairman: Last night, this committee took a vote, and while we have all felt from the very beginning that The Arcadian is, well, an eyesore... Mr. Mosby's surprising testimony about the lion's head stonework left us no choice but to declare it... a landmark. But then, something else happened last night. That same lion's head stonework...disappeared. So... that makes our job a little easier. Motion denied. (preservationists groan, GNB people applaud and cheer) Ted: Zoey... Zoey! Zoey: All right, what do you have to say for yourself? Ted: I don't know. Sometimes... things have to fall apart to make way for better things. Zoey: We're done here. Ted's appartment / Barney's appartment (Ted and Barney are on the phone) Ted: Okay, you don't have to hold back anymore. You may now say what you really think of Zoey. Barney: I don't know, she may have been right about that lion's head. It gave The Arcadian a regal elegance. Then again, it goes really nice with my duvet. (He takes out a normal size screw driver) I hope I used the right screws. [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x23 - Landmarks"}	foreverdreaming
Ted from 2030: Kids, in the spring of 2011, Zoey and I broke up. But the good news: Goliath National Bank was finally ready to demolish The Arcadian and build the new headquarters I'd designed for them. (A committee, including Ted holding a big pair of scissors, is standing behind a red ruban. Ted is going to cut it, when a very happy Barney arrives with a bigger pair of scissors and cut the ruban before Ted can) The only problem was... I kept butting heads with my project supervisor on one very important issue. At the Bar Ted: I want to press the button to blow up The Arcadian! Barney: I want to press it! Ted: I want to press it! Barney: I want to press it! Robin: Guys, I dated you both, and neither of you is good at pressing or even finding the button. After some awkward pawing around, that building's going to fake an implosion, say, "Baby, that was great"" and go to sleep. Both Ted and Barney, at the same time: She means you. I want to press it! I'm gonna press it! Robin: It's just a button, okay? Can we just talk about something else, please? Ted: Well, I ran into Zoey yesterday. Robin: That's the first time since the breakup. How's she doing? [FLASHBACK] Zoey: I'm still unemployed, so I had to get a couple roommates. Ted: Saving money. Making new friends. No downside. Zoey: They're all 22 and sell drugs. Which means they're not taking them. So, that's a win. Ted: Well, I can tell you're really busy so I should... I'll let you go. Zoey: Hey. You want to get coffee sometime? [END OF FLASHBACK] Robin: You know that "coffee" is code for "I want to get back together" right? Ted: Well, at first I wasn't sure, but then she said something that got me thinking. [FLASHBACK] Zoey: I want to get back together. [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: Don't worry, we're not. I just, I feel bad Zoey's having such a hard time. Barney: You know what might... make you feel better, buddy? Ted: I'm not letting you press the button. Barney: I want to press the button! Ted: You're not pressing the button! It's my button! Ted from 2030: Sadly, that's all you need to know about my summer. Now, around this time, Uncle Marshall was still having a tough time finding a job. At a soup traitor (Lily and Robin are waiting to take order. The place looks really filthy, there's even a cat standing near the food) Lily: He's out printing out a whole new batch of résumés because he misspelled the phrase "detail-oriented." And when he gets back home, he is going to find his favorite soup there waiting for him. Robin: Oh, that's sweet, Lil, but didn't you guys get food poisoning here one time? Lily: Three times. But they're really nice about it. Their policy is, "Get sick, get a free gallon of soup". Ted from 2030: And so, Lily dropped off Marshall's surprise soup and headed back to work to introduce the new class pet. In Lily's class Lily: This is Mr. Buttons 2. Now, after what happened to Mr. Buttons 1, we have to be very gentle with... (Lily throws up onto Mr. Buttons 2. She leaves the shool, running to her apartment in order to stop Marshall from eating the soup) Marshall! Don't eat the soup! Oh, thank God. Marshall: This was about to be my third bowl. Why shouldn't I eat the soup? Why shouldn't I eat the soup? [OPENING CREDITS] At the Bar Robin: Hey, Mr. Architect, big day for you tomorrow, huh? Barney: Yeah. Getting to stand next to me while I press the button. That is going to be legend... wait for it...dary adjacent. Legendary adjacent! Robin: You okay? Ted: Yeah... no. This morning I was talking to the foreman. [FLASHBACK] Foreman: Hey, hotshot. Ted: You know, Rod, um, I'm loving that nickname, and I can tell it's totally affectionate, but, uh, I'd prefer Ted. Rod: Yeah, but you're such a hotshot, I figured I'd just call you hotshot. Pick one. And make sure you like it. There's going to be 50,000 of these in your big, hotshot building, hotshot. [END OF FLASHBACK] Ted: 50,000 lightbulbs! What if this one's too bright? What if this one flickers and gives everyone a weird headache? Do you know how many people it takes to change 50,000 lightbulbs? Barney: Are these people Irish, Polish, blondes... what are we dealing with here? Ted: There's just-- there's so many decisions to be made. What if I make all the wrong ones and my building just sucks? Barney: Not possible. Your building is new. And I have one rule: New is always better. Ted: You can't keep saying you have one rule if they're always different rules. Barney: Ah, but "new is always better" is my oldest rule, which makes it the best. (Marshall arrives; he's not looking very good) Ted: Hi, Marsh. Barney: Oh, hey, buddy. Robin: Hey. Everything okay? Marshall: Lily got food poisoning from some soup. And then I ate the soup exactly three hours later. Which means I can see exactly three hours into my future, and it... doesn't... look... good. I tried to be supportive. [FLASHBACK] (In the bathroom, Lily is throwing up into the toilettes. Marshall is standing near.) Lily: Oh, baby, can you just hold me, please? Marshall: Of course, baby. (He hesitates, then put one finger onto her back) [END OF FLASHBACK] Marshall: But it doesn't help it that when Lily gets going; she sounds like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park. But then I realized a man can do a lot of living in three hours. So, I'm out experiencing this beautiful, crazy dance called life. Ah, my last meal. MacClaren's famous jalapeno poppers. My doctor says I need to eat healthier, so I figured the round-trip flight these babies are about to take will land them permanently on the no-fry list. Good-bye, my friend. It's been a hell of a ride. I have to... At Marshall and Lily's apartment Marshall: Hey, babe. The gng says feel better. Lily: Mm. Thanks. Wait, you didn't tell them I had food poisoning, did you? Marshall: Um, I... Lily: Marshall, when it's stomach stuff, you just say "under the weather," or people start picturing you doing unspeakable things. Marshall: I know. I just said that you had the sniffles. No one is picturing anything but little red-nosed you under a blankie with some hot tea. At the Bar Barney: I wonder what end it's coming out of Lily right now. Robin: I bet it's her tushie. Barney: I bet it's both. Hey, speaking of explsin... enough already, Ted! That button's mine! Ted, while texting on his phone: Yeah, fine, okay. Barney: I got you this job, so I... Say what? Ted: Whatever. It's yours. I gotta run. (Ted leaves the Bar) Barney: You... At Marshall and Lily's apartment Marshall, picking up his phone: Hello?... Yes, it is. (To Lily) It's Bloom, Greenberg and Associates. They want me to come interview. (Lily throws up) I know it's risky to go, but this is the best environmental law firm in New York. It's my dream job. (Lily throws up) That's a great idea, babe. I'll ask them. (In his phone) Hey, is it at all possible, could I come in on Monday?... Okay, I'll, I'll see you at 5:00. (Marshall hangs up) Thank you. I love and believe in you, too, baby. At the Bar Robin: Why would Ted just give up the button like that? And he forgot his phone. "See you in an hour." Barney: Who's that from? Robin: Zoey. They're meeting for coffee. Ted's getting back together with her! (Later) Barney: Why would Ted get back together with Zoey? He's doing great. Robin: After a breakup, we all think we're doing great. Sometimes the tiniest trigger can unravel you and send you crawling right back. Barney: No, I refuse to believe that Ted is getting back with Zoey because of lightbulbs. Robin: Uh, Ted's gone back for less. [FLASHBACKS] (Ted runs out of whipped cream. He picks his phone and calls someone.) Ted: Hi, Natalie. You want to get coffee sometime? ("Dated another three months" appears onto the screen) (Ted, suffering from a heavy sunburn, is trying to put some cream onto his skin, but can't seem to reach his back) Ted: Bro. Barney: Ted, I only have one rule. Ted: But I can't reach the worst part. (He picks his phone and calls someone) Hi, Karen. Want to get coffee sometime? ("Dated another nine months" appears onto the screen) (Ted is watching TV) TV announcer: Coming up next, our two local pandas, Ming Ming and Bao Bao, are expecting a baby. Ted: Robin, you want to get coffee sometime...? Robin: Get it together, bro. [END OF FLASHBACKS] At Marshall and Lily's apartment Marshall: According to my calculations, at 6:00 p.m., my body is gonna pay out like the most disgusting slot machine in the world. That gives me two hours to go do the interview and still get back in time. Lily: Oh, but, baby, what if you ht the jackpot early? Marshall: Don't worry. I'll be prepared. (Marshall puts some knee-caps on, put plastic sheets inside his case.) Neighbor: I'm talking your ear off, sorry. Is there anything I can do for you, sweetie? Marshall: Can... I... borrow... an adult diaper? At the Bar Barney: We've got to stop Ted. Where are they meeting? Robin: Okay, Zoey wrote, "Meet me at 6:00, where it all began, where you gave me the orchid at the intersection." Barney: Well, that's good. All we have to do is think back to the time Ted told us about his first date with Zoey. [FLASHBACK] Ted: Amazing first date with Zoey! We met at the intersection... (The rest is unintelligible) Robin: Aw, that's sweet. [END OF FLASHBACK] Barney: You weren't listening either? Robin: I was in a coma. I mean, who pays attention to that sappy romantic crap? Barney and Robin: Lily! At Marshall and Lily's apartment Lily: Yeah, I wasn't listening, either. Ted really can go on about a bitch. Robin: Great. He could be anywhere. We're flat out of clues. Lily: Hey, wait. Ted left a message. I could hear it 'cause I was in the bathroom... blwing my nose... I have the sniffles. (Lily plays the voice mail left earlier by Ted.) Ted's voice: Hey, Lily, hope you're feeling better. Marshall told us you're exploding from both ends like a busted fre hydrant. Lily: Damn it, Marshall. Ted's voice: Anyway, listen, I was going to get back together with Zoey today, but I came to my senses on the way out here, so... False alarm... Oh, crap. Just stepped in some gum. I'm getting back together with Zoey! Robin: Okay, we're never gonna find him. Lily: Wait, wait, wait. That's was a subway announcement in the background. I speak conductor. Ted's voice: Hey, Lily, hope you're feeling better. Marshall told us... Lily: Got it. Ted's at... (Lily runs to the bathroom and throws up) Oh... Ted's at Smith and Ninth Street. Barney: That's the intersection. Robin: That's in Brooklyn. How are we ever gonna get there in time? Barney: Way ahead of ya. Outside the apartment (Ranjit arrives with his car) Ranjit: Hello! At Bloom, Greenberg and Associates Man: Marshall. Jake Bloom. Great to meet you. Marshall: Hello, hi. Jake: Hey. Oh, I'm sorry about the stench. We're suing a factory that's been dumping raw sewage into a local marshland. Yeah, ten minutes ago, I was knee-deep in liquefied human feces. And that was just on the F train. In Ranjit's car Robin: I can't believe Ted's getting back together with Zoey. Barney: I know. They're a total train wreck. Robin: Unmitigated disaster. Ranjit: Worst couple ever. Barney: Yeah, almost as bad as us. Robin: We were a mess. Do you remember how awful I looked by the end? My hair was falling out, my skin was gray, my back was hunched. Barney: What about me? I got so fat, at the end of a date, you'd unhook my bra. Robin: You were the only boyfriend I ever motorboated. Barney: Thank God we're not sentimental saps who panic and get back together. Seriously, why would people do that? Robin: I guess I get it. Barney: What do you mean? Robin: Well, no matter how bad things got... Ted really did love Zoey for a minute there. Didn't he? Barney: Yeah... he did. And... she loved him, too. Didn't she? Robin: Yeah, she did. Ranjit: Smith and Ninth Street. At Bloom, Greenberg and Associates Jake: So, let me show you some of the gut-wrenching environmental atrocities that we were working to stop, okay? Here, pop quiz. What is that? Marshall: That's a seal. Jake: Bingo! Yes, a bloated seal corpse rotting in industrial waste. Marshall: Mm-hmm. Jake: Now, wait till you see what we found when we cut him open. At the intersection Robin: Okay, where the hell are they? Barney: Maybe this isn't the intersection. Robin: Well, maybe it is and we're too late. Man, I wish we'd gone to Brooklyn sooner. Man: I know, right? Ever since the Trader Joe's opened up, Brooklyn is so... whatever. Robin: Wait. Where'd you get that? (The guy is holding a cup, on which is printed "The Intersection") Man: Across the street at the Intersection. So, uh, you guys... want to buy some weed or...? (Zoey is standing alone inside the coffee shop) Barney: She's alone! There's still time! But where the hell is Ted? Robin: Wait a minute. On their first date, he brought her an orchid. How much do you want to bet he's gonna do it again? Barney: Brilliant. But wait, he had a huge head start on us. There's no way he's still in there unless he spent a half an hour picking out the perfect orchid. Ted, leaving the florist's shop: Thanks, Julia! You know what? Let me see the pink lady slipper again. (He goes back inside) At Bloom, Greenberg and Associates Jake: Now, do you know what that is? Marshall: A pile of rotting seagull carcasses covered in toxic sludge. Jake: Being eaten by rats. Exactly. Now this next slide... Oh, I'm sorry. That's my wife's water birth. I don't know how that got in there. Anyway, that's all my questions. Marshall, thinking: Oh, my God, I made it! Now just shake his hand, clench your very soul and run like hell! Jake: Now, I like to set aside 20 minutes at the end of every interview for your questions. So don't hold back. Whatever you got inside there, you just let 'er rip. Marshall, thinking: I can't do this anymore. I'm just gonna tell him the truth. (Lily's head appears and talks to Marshall, like a guardian angel) Lily: When it's stomach stuff, you just say "under the weather" or people start picturing you doing unspeakable things. Marshall: I have food poisoning and I'm about to start volcanoing toxic sludge out of both ends! (Marshall leaves in a hurry) Lily: Nailed it. Outside the Intersection Ted: Thanks, Julia! No, on second thought. (Barney and Robin jumps on him, all three fall down)Ooh! Come on. What the hell?! Robin: You can't get back together with Zoey just because you're freaking out over a lightbulb. Ted: I'm not freaking out over a lightbulb! I'm freaking out over 50,000 lightbulbs! I can't do this! I only got this job because you gave it to me, Barney. I didn't earn it! Robin: Look, Ted, the future is scary. But you can't just run back to the past because it's familiar. Yes, it's tempting. Barney: But... it's a mistake. Ted: You're right. (Ted stops an elderly woman who was about to enter the Intersection) Um, excuse me. Can you give this to the blonde sitting alone in there and tell her Ted's really sorry? Also... indirect sunlight. Don't overwater. Half a cup a week is more than enough. (The elderly woman enters and gives theflowers to a blonde sitting alone, but not the right one) No. Hi. Ted from 2030: And kids... that's how I met your mother. Psych. It was just some chick. At Marshall and Lily's apartment Lily: Hey, baby, how'd it go? Marshall: Lily, this year, this nasty schoolyard bully of a year will not stop punching me in the face. How did we kick off 2011? My dad died. And now after five months of unemployment, I just blew my dream job. The good news is, in a few seconds, I'm gonna start heaving my guts out because that's what life is for me now: just losing what's inside until I'm just empty. Lily: Baby, come here. Marshall: I just want to shut my eyes for a few seconds before it starts. (He lyes down onto the bed and falls asleep) Ted from 2030: And Marshall slept...all night. At the Arcadian site Rod: Okay, hotshot. Mr. Stinson. Who's gonna do the honors? Barney: He is. Ted: You sure? Barney: Yeah. You earned it. Rod: All clear! Ted: Hey, new is always better, right? Barney: Always. Rod: Ten, nine, eight... In Marshall and Lily's bedroom Marshall: Lily, it's a miracle. I didn't get sick. I didn't get sick. Lily: I know, baby. I'm pregnant. Rod:...one! (Ted pushes the button, the buiding exploses. Marshall is kissing Lily.) In the street Robin: I'm proud of you for giving Ted the button. It meant a lot. Barney: It's just a button. Can we talk about something else, please? (Barney sees Norah, Robin says something to him that we can"t hear, then Barney walks up to Norah) Norah. Norah: Hi. Barney: How you been? Norah: Fine. Barney: Look, I don't know why you would possibly say yes to this, but would you want to grab a cup of coffee with me sometime? 20 minutes. I was such a jerk to you. You can spend the entire time calling me every dirty name in the book. Norah: I speak four languages. I'm gonna need more than 20 minutes. Barney: I'll call you. You look beautiful, by the way. And here I thought it was too late for sundresses. Norah: It's never too late, Barney. Barney: Challenge accepted. (Robin is standing behind, looking sadly at him) [a little ways down the road...] (Ted and Marshall, both wearing a suit, are standing outside a church. Lily comes out of it) Lily: Best man? You're being summoned. Ted: Geez, what now? (He goes inside, enters a room) I heard the groom needed me. (Barney, the groom, turns over to face Ted) Barney: What do you think of this tie? [END]	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "06x24 - Challenge Accepted"}	foreverdreaming
Ted (2030): Children, if there is a major theme in this story, and I swear, it's almost, really, not quite at the end of the story.This is timing. The timing makes all the difference. For example, I never met your mother if it was not for a wedding.The last of the weddings that I thought would be. Ted enters a room where Barney. Barney: What do you think of this tie? Ted: Thank you, God. Barney Stinson needs you just before her marriage, is that there must be a dad prosttute in the closet, right? Barney: This one is better? Ted: The tie is well, and you know, this is perfectly normal pinball shortly before his marriage. Barney: I'm not scared. It's just that I think once I'd put this tie, I could never remove it. I should wear it again and again. And of course this tie is fine now, but how I will cope when it becomes big and it annoy me? Do I made a mistake? Is what I would have been happier with the other tie? Ted, I can tell you a big secret? Ted: Yeah, sure. Barney: I do not really talk about the tie. Ted: Yeah, I realized that Barney. Barney: I wonder if this will be a disaster. And if it was the worst of all marriage? Ted: Impossible. It has already been the worst of all marriage. Barney: That of Punchy. Ted: Marshall has really ruined all that. Ted (2030): The story of Uncle Marshall has ruined everything in my friend's wedding Punchy starts in September 2011. September 2011... Ted (2030): Punchy asked me to be his witness. Barney, Robin, Marshall and Lily to join Ted McLaren's. Ted: Hi. Guys before you go that you bother to read my toast for the wedding? Barney: Yeah, no problem, of course. Ted: Ok Ted pulls out a thick binder. Barney: Woow. Ted: There are several different versions. Robin: Ted, why you work so hard on this speech? Punchy has applied with a karaoke microphone in a bowling alley. Ted: Ok, I have never said that, but over the years, some of my friends from high school asked me to give speeches at their weddings, and they have not gone well. Flashback In 2008... Ted: These marriages have become associated as the worst moment of my life. The love between Joel and Mora is magnificent. I thought I had the same thing... Until my fiancee left me at the altar last week. I was asked not to talk about that, so I will not do. I sit in front of her home at night sometimes. It changed hairstyle. (In 2009...) After losing my job last week, I asked not to give this toast... (A man tries to take her microphone) No, no, no! The happy couple should hear. It's over. But from the ashes of your divorce statistically probable, hope can be reborn. That is why I opened my own architectural firm Mosbius Designs. (3 months later...) Mosbius Designs went bankrupt. But the love of Alex and Jessica reminds us that... Oh, my God! Punchy: A Schmosby classic. End flashback Robin: Wow. Punchy has posted weaknesses of your life? Ted: Oh, not that much. Now I am a total disaster for all my old high school friends. And a lot of people in Finland are the big stuff. This is why I have to type this toast. Barney: Ted, you can h*t you something else to this marriage.Let the big binder. The only thing you have to bring it to Cleveland. Ted (2030): This fall I became the youngest designer in the history of New York by building a skyscraper. This earned me a brilliant article in a magazine. I plan to frame it. Uncle Barney had different plans. Barney: Here's your speech. "In single file, girls. No big. " Ted: This is ridiculous. Barney: Yeah, you're right. This is Cleveland. "In single file, girls. " GENERIC Ted: I will not Punchy's wedding to brag... cover of a magazine. Robin: Barney, he did not need your advice. You never called Nora. Flashback Ted (2030): Children, you remember Nora. But the other day... Barney: I'll call you. Nora: It's never too late, Barney. End flashback Robin: Or you called? It's not that I want to know. So what? I do not care. You did? Barney: I did not call. Robin: Slim, Barney. I was really, really, really for both of you.Who wants chicken wings? Lily: Me. Or maybe we should make the hot sauce on Barney, now that's a sissy. Barney: I'm not a wimp. Nora wanted a professional. Not me.That's it. And yes, Robin, I want chicken wings. Lily: Cannibal. Robin: Ok, next tour for me. Marshall: Oh no, no, it does that. Ted (2030): Lily and Marshall had just heard that they have a baby. Flashback Lily and Marshall discuss their room. Marshall: I can not wait to tell everyone. Lily: Baby, no one can tell anyone. Not before three months. I do not want you to have bad luck. Marshall: It's a bit superstitious, do not you think? Lily: Whenever you take a plane, you lick. Marshall: Has it been crashed once? Lily: Do not say a word until we know that all is well. Ok? Marshall: Ok, so everything will be okay. Promised. Lily: How can you guarantee that? Marshall, lifting the shirt of Lily: Come here. End flashback Marshall: I'm so happy. I do not know how we will keep this secret for three months. Lily: Relax. It will be easy. Bartender: What'll it be? Lily: Four beer, plus a non-alcoholic. Bartender: You're pregnant! Come here! Ted (2030): So we all went to my hometown where we had planned to celebrate the marriage of Punchy. Uncle Barney had other plans. Barney: Stand ready, Cleveland. The last guy who has conned you so hard and then disappeared was LeBron James. Robin: You're going to try to make you anybody here? Barney: What? Robin: My God, Barney, tonight is a magical night between the annoying friend of Ted and that is what this-face. A little respect. Barney: It's not just be someone. This is a market survey. You see, my legendary success rate of 83%... Ted: 17. He always reverse. Barney:... never happens by accident. Each technique used to drag a woman has been thoroughly field tested. By eliminating improper techniques in small markets like Cleveland. I know which will go to New York. For example, tonight marks the inauguration of the escaped prisoner. Do prisoners on the run are sexy? All: No, no. Barney: We'll never know unless I try tonight. Punchy: Schmosby! Oh! Shit head! What's up?! Marshall: You really feel this ring now. Kelly: Glad you all here. Punchy: Open Bar. Bottoms up, shit head, because it is the father of Kelly who pays, and he hates me. Kelly: It's true. Punchy: Who drinks? Go, go. Lily: Oh, no, thank you. Punchy: You're pregnant or what? Lily: Let's be crazy! You're going to drink for two tonight, baby. Marshall: I'll do it for the child. Kelly and Punchy: Go Browns! Marshall: During the season of super bowl, but if they mean the super bowl. Go Vikings. Barney: Prisoners on the run are not sexy. At the same time it was a faulty concept. Next step, the patient zero. Robin: Lily, you go getting drunk tonight. Lily: That's all you, baby. Marshall: I'd to 4 glasses without eating. Lily: In nine months I would push a baby Eriksen with a pumpkin head out of my hoo-haa. I think Dad can handle a few cocktails and more. Marshall: Well done. Lily: Hakuna Matata! Marshall: I gotta go get some air. Ted (2030): Children, do you remember when I told you that Marshall has ruined the marriage of Punchy? (Marshall is close to the cake) It was not that. Robin: My God, have you seen this guy. I want Barney is my new boyfriend. No, thank you. Lily: Wait a minute. It's your voice of truth. Robin: My what? Lily: Whenever you try to pretend that you're kidding but in fact it is profoundly true, you are using that voice. Flashback Robin is watching TV with Lily. Robin: I would like the Spice Girls back together. They were awesome. The worst. (At the bar...) It was me. I farted. It is this type. (At Ted's apartment...) birthday gift from my father. All I want from him is that he tells me he loves me. Just kidding.This pen is sufficient. It's enough. It is completely sufficient. End flashback Lily: Oh, my God. You always have feelings for Barney. Admit it, you still have feelings for Barney. Robin: You're more drunk than I thought. I mean, look at this type. Barney: Wait, wait, wait, before you leave, please do respond to this survey to help me better to seduce you in the future.What does not work for you in this game of seduction? Does A do not you think that I hold a bailiff of the world? B or fingernails disgusts you? (He shows her nails, very long and the girl goes away) Sea... Man: Eager to hear your toast, Schmosby. Punchy: Yeah, here is the whiner. Ted: Wait. You encourage me to cry at your own wedding? Punchy: Yes, everyone encourages you. Plus some new friends from Finland. Hey, good luck, Schmos. Barney: Take that. Shows them how much you're great. Say your ad, not ashamed, say that. Ted: I've told you, I'm not here to brag, ok? Marshall: That's it. You're too polite to brag. Well, fine. Let me do it. Because the only person on Earth who loves more than Ted Mosby Marshall Eriksen Marshall Eriksen is drunk. So here we go. It takes a rugby ball and throws... Ted (2030): Children, do you remember when I see have said that Marshall would ruin the marriage of Punchy and Kelly? It was not that either. Robin: Barney and I have tried and failed. It was there two years. Why would I start? It would not make sense. Lily: It does not make sense. It's chemistry. Listen, I always them a sixth sense for these things. And now that I'm pregnant... deep in me in my uterus, I see things more clearly. You and Barney have that kind of chemistry that is still there. Robin: Really? That's why he tries to Lebron anything that moves? Barney: It does not work for you because A vampires are offside, B or pretend that I invented Facebook was a bit too? The woman leaves. Lily: You're the reason why he never called Nora. You're the reason why he only tests tonight. And you're the reason why he continues to try to impress. Chemistry. Marshall: Wow! Ted! It's really you on the cover of New York.Now, you say "yes." Ted: Stop please. Man: Schmosby. What is this magazine? Ted: You know what, Clay? It's nothing. Marshall: You know what? This is not nothing. Clay, my friend Ted has designed a building, Clay. What do you do, Clay? Clay: Well, I'm still working in the rental car... Marshall: Hear, hear, Clay. No major publication does write about your small agency? Clay: No, no, no items. My life is monotonous. I think the only news is that little thing. Marshall: Oh my God, look at this little baby. She's so cute. All I want is to put her little feet in my mouth. You have created something really beautiful. Clay: It's all for me. Ted: I mean, it's still huge... The building, you know? Marshall: Hey, kid. (With another couple and their child...) So this little angel is already every night? Ted: I spent many sleepless nights... to design this building.(The baby makes a return to the magazine) Nothing symbolism there. Robin: Forget it. There is no chemistry between Barney and me. It's over. Lily: Oh really? Prove it. Go talk to him. Robin: Why should I tell him about that? Lily: Because in the depths of himself, even if he does not know yet, Barney wants to be with you. And if it does not happen, he deserves to know. Robin: Well. Barney, just to make things clear... Barney: I know what you gonna say. Show in Cleveland, how it goes. He pulls him and takes him to dance. Robin: Barney... I... Barney's phone rings. Barney: Sorry. Oh, my God, this is Nora. She finally ended up reminding me. Robin: Wait, you said you'd never recalled. Barney: I lied. I called, like, five times. Wait, wait! You guys you know better than anyone how I show this stuff. Will you help me please? I would like just once to see what it feels like when you do not quite fair. Robin: Yeah. Barney: Hi Nora. Thank you for reminding me. The reason I'm calling... Robin: To tell you how I feel. Barney: To tell you how I feel. Robin: I know it did not work the first time... Barney: I know it did not work the first time... Robin:... and it makes no sense... Barney:... and it makes no sense... Robin:... but I can not help thinking that goes well together. Barney:... but I can not help thinking that goes well together. Robin: Is there a part of you that wants to try again? Barney: Is there a part of you that wants to try again? Barney thank Robin walking away. Marshall returns to see Lily with a baby in her arms. Marshall: Baby, I can not do that. I have to tell someone that we are pregnant. Lily: Eriksen, be strong. Keep it a secret. Marshall: There are babies everywhere. It's minefield of sweetness. Look at this little bastard. Lily: Marshall, stop that. Remains strong. Can not you let me hold a little baby with his little cheeks... so cute... and little arms and little legs... This little bastard has dimples. We will tell everyone I'm pregnant. Marshall: Yeah! Robin comes out on the terrace and found there Ted. Ted: Are you okay? Robin: No. And you? Ted: Not really. Want to talk? Robin: Not even a little bit. Ted: It might help you feel better. Robin: Okay, well, we'll make a deal. You go first and then I still do not tell you what's wrong. Ted: Okay. All my friends from high school, are there with their wives and children. And me? My appointment is a dirty magazine. Robin: As in high school. Sorry, I had to. Ted: I've always believed in fate, you know? I will go in a magazine Bagel, I would see a pretty girl in the queue reading my favorite novel, whistling the song I had all week in my head, and I would think, "Wow, this is perhaps the good. " Now I think "I just know that bitch will take the latest Bagel." Robin: You've been too focused on your work. Ted: No, it's more than that. I stopped believing. Not like some depressed, I cry during my speech. Not the way I had not even noticed, until tonight. It's just that every day I think I believe a little less and a little less and less. And... it sucks. What should I do about it, Scherbatsky? Robin: You're Ted Mosby. You do it again to believe it. Ted: What, in fate? Robin: A chemistry. If there is alchemy, you just need another thing. Ted: What is it? Robin: The timing. But the timing is a bitch. Ted: Hey, we always have our market 40 years? If you are still only 40 years... Robin: I'm all yours. Unrelated, architects make a lot? Ted: Not enough. Robin: Shit. Man: Schmosby to you in two minutes. Robin: Ok, promise me two things. One, believe in you again, and two, do not cry during the toast, Schmosby. Ted: I promise. Lily: We're having a baby. Robin: For real? Lily: For real. Ted, Barney and Robin: Oh! Oh! Voices: A little attention everyone! This is the time for which we are all here tonight. The speech Schmosby! Ted: We are here tonight to celebrate love. The love that brings us a new life... Marshall: Hey! (Marshall took the microphone from the hands of Ted) This is not a whiner. They are tears of joy. Ted is happy for his friends because it's the best guy I know. And do you know why he is happy? For the beautiful young lady is pregnant here. Kelly: How did you know...? It must have a secret! Ted (2030): It turns out that... Flashback Kelly: Will the Browns! Kelly gives his glass to Punchy and he just takes his own drinking. Marshall: In the season's Super Bowl, but if they mean the Super Bowl. Go Vikings! End flashback Kelly's father: How dare you? This is my daughter, sort of junk. Punchy: You always pay for it all, eh? Punchy's father: "Species of junk"? This is my son. Ted (2030): And that's how Marshall has destroyed the marriage of Punchy. But we did not care. It would be a sixth member in our family. Back to today... Ted: No marriage will be as bad as that one, huh? Barney: I chose the right tie, huh? Ted: You've nailed. And be glad it is not the tie-duck. Oh, the tie-duck. Ted (2030): This is a good story. I will return. We are not even close to the end. Barney: You're a good best man, Ted. You'll cry during the toast, right? Ted: Oh, I'll cry too. A knock on the door. Barney: Between. Lily: Ted, the bride wants to see you. Seriously? Will you be wearing this tie? END	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "07x01 - The Best Man"}	foreverdreaming
Marshall: Oh my God, guys, I still have a hangover. Did I really ruin a marriage? Ted: No, you did not ruin a marriage. Only reception. Robin: And Miztva Bar next door. Lily: And my dress. And your dress. You put a dress at one point. Marshall: Ok, you know what, it's good. I'll be a father, and I want to be the kind of man that my child can watch. Therefore, new resolution... I will never drunk! I'm serious! Ted (2030): Children, this is not your Uncle Marshall was a problem with the drink. But every time he was a good resolution, we knew about that... Flashback The day before, Marshall returned to the apartment, drunk. Marshall: I've done it again! Ted (2030): But I lost a bit in the story. End flashback Barney joined the others on crutches. Lily: What happened to your leg? Barney: Oh, nothing. I must have coffee with Nora. She is still angry, so I need some "sympathy points". She loves musicals, so I'll tell him that I fell off stage during a performance of "Man of La Mancha." What do you think? Ted: Lose the cast. Barney: A one-man show... I love it! Lily: Let us be clear... this woman is angry against you because you lied to him. So your solution is to claim that you broke your leg? Barney: You're right. A cervical neck brace! Thank you, Lil. I should have to talk to you soon. I trained all day with these crutches and one who has left in my hall is likely to need it. Ted: Well, I have good news. As you know, I recently decided to start out and see the girls. Flashback Ted is at the newsstand and a woman reads the magazine in which it appears. Woman: Is this you? Ted: Uh, yes. Salvation. I'm Ted. Woman: Hi. End flashback Lily: That's great, Ted. Ted: It was a completely random moment. The kind that you can create yourself... At least I thought. Flashback Ted behind her magazine down and when a woman arrives. Ted: Oh, no. How have I landed on it? Salvation. Ted Mosby. (With another woman) I plead guilty. Salvation. Ted Mosby. (And another) It's embarrassing. I will be on the cover of "An egg on my face" magazine. But I'm not. I'm on the cover of that one. Salvation. Ted Mosby. End flashback Ted: completely random 16 times in one day, and 16 of these, 10 were single. Of these 10, seven have loved what they saw. Of these seven, four were women. And these four, two have given me their real number. And I go with both. Marshall's phone rings. Marshall: Guys, this is Garrison Cootes. Ted (2030): Children, Garrison Cootes was a major partner of Honeywell & Cootes. One of the largest environmental law firms in the United States.Marshall would have given anything to work there. Marshall: If I did not work, I could finish... in kind, a Taco Belle somewhere. And nobody wants that. Unless you want to do this, like this you would have free tacos, since you are my friends. But now I need you all calmiez! (He finally won) Hello. Garrison: Marshall, it's Garrison Cootes. Sorry for not having reminded you earlier but I was stuck. What's funny, because I'm literally stuck in a swamp. Well, anyway, here I am trying to collect some samples for this trial on the pollution that we are working. Marshall: I love the work you do. Garrison: It's a... Marshall: No, I mean it. Garrison: No, no, there is a crocodile a few meters from me. So I'll just ignore the warm urine running down my leg right now, and tell you that we are very interested in your case. Marshall: He's interested! Garrison: Obviously, we need to do some sort of verification purpose, you see, an investigation of crime and a Google search, but if nothing seems wrong to us, it takes you. Marshall: It's fantastic, Mr Cootes! Garrison: Well, I'm going. It's very funny because in fact I really have run away. Marshall: The crocodile you saw? Garrison: He is coming, yes. GENERIC Ted (2030): The next night, Barney and Nora saw each other for a coffee.Fortunately, without the neck brace ridiculous. Barney: Hi Nora, thank you for coming. Nora: What happened to your neck? Barney: My naked...? Oh, that's nothing. I was playing in a One Man Show at Fiddler. There was this scene... Nora: Wow, this one has a beautiful chest. Barney, turning: What? Where? Oh, and shit. Nora: Breasts... Barney: Wait, Nora, waiting... No, please. I'm sorry. Nora: What is wrong with you? What kind of people need to lie like that? Barney: Someone who likes you, really. And suspicious, and probably accurately you do it over more later, and therefore he feels the need... I'm sorry, you spoke of this fantastic pair of tits, right? Because I seek, and I do not see them. Ted returned to his apartment. Ted: I just had two rencards following. With two adorable girls, four cappuccinos and wait... (2 minutes later...) I do not know which was the best. Here are the girls: Jessica is a student in Rhode Island, she traveled around the world, speaks four languages and plays the piano. Claire and fought for the bill. So I do not know. It is trture. You see, the two girls have the potential to be really special. They both deserve a second round. Lily: Wait a minute. You're going to handle two girls at once? You do not think you should pick one before it gets too serious? Ted: Define "serious". Lily: Well, it's complicated. I think it would be when you have expectations, emotional involvement... Marshall: Third base. Seriously, third base. Ted: So I can go to the second two with no problem? Marshall: Treat yourself my friend. Treat yourself. Oh no. Ted (2030): Since Mr. Cootes had mentioned the investigation, Marshall ran through internet. The majority of what he found was touching, seeing truly extraordinary, until... Marshall: Poor. This is very bad. Girl: Thank you, Stacy. Wesleyan has a cafeteria. Thank you to the generous donation of... Marshall arrives on camera, naked. Marshall: Oh! Oh! Someone there mentioned generous donation? I'm Marshall Eriksen. But you can call me Biercules! Lily: Well, it could be anyone. And thin, I had forgotten this story Biercules.Who made this site first? Marshall: Pete Durkenson. Ted: Of course. Robin: This is the guy who convinced you to run around campus naked? Marshall: I wanted to join a club that I left three days later, because the clubs are stupid and elitist. And I also discovered that it was not a club. Ted: Oh my God. This is huge! I am invited to the Ball of Architects, the annual gala honoring the greatest architects of the city. Oh no. You guys see the problem? Robin: This is an annual gala that honors the greatest architects of the city? Ted: Robin, this is the biggest celebrity event of the year. In taking a girl at the ball, man, you reached third base. Whatever the girl I invite, it will be the steady girlfriend of Ted Mosby by the end of the evening. Ok, we stop to sit between two chairs. Robin, bring me my notebook. It's time to make lists of pros and cons. Ted (2030): And the children they loved. Nora: Let me clarify something for you. I do not date guys who lie to me. Barney: Okay, I did not know. Mea culpa. So, from now, more lies. I never lie to you. I'm serious. Ask me anything. Nora: OK Have you ever managed to get in bed with a woman that you lied? Barney: Have I ever... If I'm totally honest... Yes. Nora: More than once? Barney: More than once... Wow, this is... I guess if we... so, technically, there were a number of times I've lied to a woman to sleep with her. Nora: They were worth what? Barney: Nine or ten for most. There has been a 4 once. It was an easy girl.But, Nora, after that, I had to flee so fast. Honesty is good. Nora: What was the lie? Barney: You want me to tell all the lies I have told to put a woman in my bed? Nora: A bed or any other place where you're sent into the air. Barney: You are good. Marshall goes to meet Pete. Marshall: Pete, Pete. Hey! Pete: Biercules! Come here, man. Marshall: Hey, I tried to call you all night. Pete: My God, sorry. I should have responded but it was Thursday night. Marshall: It is Sunday. Pete: And you know what that means. "Edward bottles with money"! Ted (2030): Children, Edward bottles for money is a game that involves taping two bottles of liquor at the base of the hands. The goal is to finish the two bottles. Oh my God, why am I telling you this? Good move. Marshall: Ok, you know this old video of me? Pete: I watch it every day. Marshall: You have to take away the internet. Genre immediately. Pete: There are two ways for me to do it: Either you give me $ 4 million, or help me to go to the bathroom because I can not... Marshall: Yes, both are non-negotiable refusal. Pete: So, I'm sorry we could not handle together. But if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of the game "to Edward bottles of money," and the competition is raised. Marshall: Who are you playing anyway? Pete: Just myself. Ted (2030): Meanwhile, Barney continued to list every lie he used to sleep. Barney: I do not have time to explain how I got there. I just need someone to suck the poison. The surgeon gave me a new face, darling. You realize that I am alive? My name is David Beckham. If I castais only the white swan, is the role for you. No, I am a lesbian. What I wear is just very realistic. Nora: Ok, let's move. What was the worst? The best of the worst? The cream of the crop? Barney: Oh, once I am the soul man. There was this pretty girl who only go out with black. Woman: Barney! Oh no, I knew it. Ted, Lily and Robin are in the apartment. Ted: I can not choose. They are both extraordinary. Robin: If architects had only two bllts, eh Ted? Lily: I knew it. Ted, left or right? Ted: Yes, yes, good idea. Let fate decide? I will choose the left. Lily, slapping him: Just called one of the two. Robin: Ted, to your heart, you know that you love one more than the other.Believe me, takes the other. Ted: Uh, I have perhaps not been clear is the... Robin Ball Architects.This event is a very hip. Robin: Ok, name one celebrity who will be there. Ted: Lenny Kravitz. Robin: Lenny Kravitz will be there? Ted: Yes. He is there every year. And it's a rock star. Robin: You know, Ted, in hindsight, it is too early to choose between these two girls. Takes a friend. Like, I dunno, maybe a friend who has a poster of Lenny Kravitz on his wall, and may or may not have dated this post and transported from his high school... Ted: This list of pros and cons leads to nothing. I need a color scale. Lily and Robin: Scale of colors! Ted (2030): And the children, we really sang. Marshall: Pete, please. I am unemployed. I have a huge mortgage. A baby arriving. And I'm about to lose a job that I really need because of a drunken video of 15 years ago. Pete: Ugh, you mean? Biercules, what's going on? Looks like you're another person. The guy in this video was cool. It had potential. It could have been president of a club one day. Marshall: There is no club. Pete: There he is just a troublemaker. Marshall: It's not that I want to be a troublemaker. Fair, I must be one. I'll be a dad. You have children one day, you will understand. Pete: Dude, I have 4 children. Marshall: Pete, please, remove the video. Pete: Ok, Biercules, I will remove it. If... you can bat me to the game of my choice. Marshall: Oh no. Pete: And I choose the beautiful game, the sweet science... Marshall: Pete, please, I'm tired... Pete: The sport of kings... Marshall: I do not want to play Edward bottles money. Pete: I was going to the darts, but it's Edward bottles to money! Barney: And that made all the lies related to space. Let the world of sports. Oh wait, I forgot for a space: "I was bitten by a snake space. You have to suck all the poison around my... " Nora: Okay, Barney, I have things to work tomorrow at 8 am which means I have just enough time to spend 11h in my shower to wash away all that. Barney: So that was cool. I can remember, or...? Nora: Barney, you're funny, beautiful, and really nice. But you are also a sociopath. Barney: Well, I count three for and one against. Nora: How can you still believe you have a chance with me? Barney: Because you are sat here all night. You could leave, but you did not. Listen, Nora, these lies, it was the old me. But I swear I try to change.You... make me want to change. Nora: How I know this is not a lie? Barney: I will prove it. I'll show you how much I'm serious. I will not leave this restaurant as I have not got a second date with you. Nora: Goodbye Barney. Barney: I do not laugh. It is a restaurant 24h/24. I will stay forever if necessary. And I will. Just water for me please. Ted shows the color scale to Lily and Robin. Ted: Ok, so the red bar indicates the level of attractiveness, blue, intellectual stimulation, green, emotional connection, yellow, compatibility aspirations of life, and purple, so she tried to pay or not. Lily: Well, it looks like Jessica wins in the first four categories. Ted: Do not fight in... Robin leaves his room in evening dress. Robin: Oh, that? It's nothing. It cost me three months' rent, and uh, I have never worn because I bought it for a big party to which you would have asked what did not happen. But, you know what? Do not feel guilty. Ted: What big event? Robin: This thing with your uncle. Ted: His funeral? It fell into the water, he emerged miraculously from his coma. Robin: And I forgive you. Now I can have my place and meet Lenny Kravitz? Marshall returned to the apartment, drunk. Marshall: I've done it again! Lily: Oh, dear. You're still drunk. I can not believe that I made the bet. Marshall: Just to be clear, "I've done it again!"... Am not referring to my current state of inebriation. Lily: What does it therefore reference? Video shows Marshall, nude with two bottles taped hands. Marshall: My name is Marshall Eriksen. I'm 33 and if my potential future employer, Garrison Cootes, look at this... Prostrate to Biercules! Lily: Well... it could be anyone... The phone rings but Pete it in the hands taped to the bottles. Pete: Oh, God... Lily is on the phone. Lily: Pete, it's Lily Aldrin. I'll be brief. You're going out this video of Marshall. You know why? Because I am friends with three girls with whom you came to school, and girls say it all together. Every small detail.Huh. So... tick, tick... Pete so goes the clock in the little dick. Ted: Pete has a small dick? Lily: I have no idea. Well, what do you take? Marshall: It had to happen eventually. I tried so hard to suppress my... "side-idiot-who-is-not-care-for nothing" he rebelled and has struggled! Robin: It's for sure! Marshall's voice: Look at me! I am a windmill! Marshall: Who do I crazy? I'm not ready to be a father. I thought I was, but it's like... My father never did such things, you know? Lily: But if he did, you would love all the same. And to be honest, you do not love to come across a video of him running down the street naked shouting, "Hey, Marshall, look at me! I have a stalactite on the head! " Barney rises behind Marshall and Lily. Barney: Oh! Hi guys! Oh! My neck! Uh... oh! Hey! Look at this! Robin: Barney, what are you doing here? Barney: Oh, I told Nora that I would not leave until I have no second appointment, and I intend to do. I am here since 9 o'clock. I still need another minute. Say I'm crazy, but I'll stay here as long as it will not be returned. Ted: That's what I want. Barney's feelings for Nora, I want to feel again. I do not want to choose between two girls. I want to be completely baba one of the two. Lily: Yes, the stupid thing that makes us turn the head, pretty cool. Marshall: It's not bad. Also, for posterity, a statement drunk guy! I would not drink again. Ted (2030): And of course... Flashback Barney and Marshall are at the casino. Marshall: Carpet Biercules! Yeah! Ted (2030): But again, I digress. End flashback The next day the phone rings Marshall. Marshall: Hello? Garrison: Marshall! Garrison Cootes. Marshall: Yes, Mr Cootes. How are you? Garrison: I wanted you to know we had conducted our inquiries, and there is something annoying. Marshall: Sir, the fact is that... Garrison: The rainbow in this sample is definitely related to chemical plants. Ok, I... Skip a line... We love you! It takes you. Marshall: It's fantastic. Thank you, Mr Cootes. Garrison: Well, nothing. Oh, and when you're in the office, try to wear something Biercules. Ok? Wow, that was a big snake. Marshall: Oh, there was a snake in the swamp? Garrison: No, I was talking about your penis. See you tomorrow. Marshall: I got the job. Lily: Yes! Marshall: And I think my boss is already sexually harassing me. But he saw the video and he does not care! Lily: Saw what? Maybe the video is not so bad after all. Marshall's phone rings again. Marshall: Yes. Hello? Pete: Hey Marshall, I'm Pete Durkenson. We all went to Wesleyan. Marshall: Yes, no, I know. Pete, we drank together yesterday. Pete: Absolutely, now, the message from Lily makes sense. Listen, do not worry Bro ', I remove the video. Marshall: You know what? Let her. Pete: As you wish, Biercules. (He hangs up and is in an operating room with a man on the table) Scalpel. Marshall: You know what? That's good. I want my children to see every part of me. Lily: Yes. Even the side where you route the East Village naked. Marshall: I will remember Pete. Lily: It's a good idea. Ted (2030): That night, I brought Robin Bal. Robin: Thanks for taking me. Ted: The pleasure is mine. And you know, you might find it interesting.Some of these guys represent the history of New York. Robin: Yes, yes. Where is Lenny Kravitz? Ted: Right there. Leonard Kravitz, world-renowned architect. This guy is a star. He will make his famous reading of 90 minutes on the beams. Robin: Well, great. I'll go find one myself and hang myself. Ted: Ok Ted (2030): Children, you can not control when falling in love. It does not take days to think about. When this happens, you know quickly and with absolute certainty. I had forgotten. But reminded myself it was going. END	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "07x02 - The Naked Truth"}	foreverdreaming
Marshall: Oh my God, guys, I still have a hangover. Did I really ruin a marriage? Ted: No, you did not ruin a marriage. Only reception. Robin: And Miztva Bar next door. Lily: And my dress. And your dress. You put a dress at one point. Marshall: Ok, you know what, it's good. I'll be a father, and I want to be the kind of man that my child can watch. Therefore, new resolution... I will never drunk! I'm serious! Ted (2030): Children, this is not your Uncle Marshall was a problem with the drink. But every time he was a good resolution, we knew about that... Flashback The day before, Marshall returned to the apartment, drunk. Marshall: I've done it again! Ted (2030): But I lost a bit in the story. End flashback Barney joined the others on crutches. Lily: What happened to your leg? Barney: Oh, nothing. I must have coffee with Nora. She is still angry, so I need some "sympathy points". She loves musicals, so I'll tell him that I fell off stage during a performance of "Man of La Mancha." What do you think? Ted: Lose the cast. Barney: A one-man show... I love it! Lily: Let us be clear... this woman is angry against you because you lied to him. So your solution is to claim that you broke your leg? Barney: You're right. A cervical neck brace! Thank you, Lil. I should have to talk to you soon. I trained all day with these crutches and one who has left in my hall is likely to need it. Ted: Well, I have good news. As you know, I recently decided to start out and see the girls. Flashback Ted is at the newsstand and a woman reads the magazine in which it appears. Woman: Is this you? Ted: Uh, yes. Salvation. I'm Ted. Woman: Hi. End flashback Lily: That's great, Ted. Ted: It was a completely random moment. The kind that you can create yourself... At least I thought. Flashback Ted behind her magazine down and when a woman arrives. Ted: Oh, no. How have I landed on it? Salvation. Ted Mosby. (With another woman) I plead guilty. Salvation. Ted Mosby. (And another) It's embarrassing. I will be on the cover of "An egg on my face" magazine. But I'm not. I'm on the cover of that one. Salvation. Ted Mosby. End flashback Ted: completely random 16 times in one day, and 16 of these, 10 were single. Of these 10, seven have loved what they saw. Of these seven, four were women. And these four, two have given me their real number. And I go with both. Marshall's phone rings. Marshall: Guys, this is Garrison Cootes. Ted (2030): Children, Garrison Cootes was a major partner of Honeywell & Cootes. One of the largest environmental law firms in the United States.Marshall would have given anything to work there. Marshall: If I did not work, I could finish... in kind, a Taco Belle somewhere. And nobody wants that. Unless you want to do this, like this you would have free tacos, since you are my friends. But now I need you all calmiez! (He finally won) Hello. Garrison: Marshall, it's Garrison Cootes. Sorry for not having reminded you earlier but I was stuck. What's funny, because I'm literally stuck in a swamp. Well, anyway, here I am trying to collect some samples for this trial on the pollution that we are working. Marshall: I love the work you do. Garrison: It's a... Marshall: No, I mean it. Garrison: No, no, there is a crocodile a few meters from me. So I'll just ignore the warm urine running down my leg right now, and tell you that we are very interested in your case. Marshall: He's interested! Garrison: Obviously, we need to do some sort of verification purpose, you see, an investigation of crime and a Google search, but if nothing seems wrong to us, it takes you. Marshall: It's fantastic, Mr Cootes! Garrison: Well, I'm going. It's very funny because in fact I really have run away. Marshall: The crocodile you saw? Garrison: He is coming, yes. GENERIC Ted (2030): The next night, Barney and Nora saw each other for a coffee.Fortunately, without the neck brace ridiculous. Barney: Hi Nora, thank you for coming. Nora: What happened to your neck? Barney: My naked...? Oh, that's nothing. I was playing in a One Man Show at Fiddler. There was this scene... Nora: Wow, this one has a beautiful chest. Barney, turning: What? Where? Oh, and shit. Nora: Breasts... Barney: Wait, Nora, waiting... No, please. I'm sorry. Nora: What is wrong with you? What kind of people need to lie like that? Barney: Someone who likes you, really. And suspicious, and probably accurately you do it over more later, and therefore he feels the need... I'm sorry, you spoke of this fantastic pair of tits, right? Because I seek, and I do not see them. Ted returned to his apartment. Ted: I just had two rencards following. With two adorable girls, four cappuccinos and wait... (2 minutes later...) I do not know which was the best. Here are the girls: Jessica is a student in Rhode Island, she traveled around the world, speaks four languages and plays the piano. Claire and fought for the bill. So I do not know. It is trture. You see, the two girls have the potential to be really special. They both deserve a second round. Lily: Wait a minute. You're going to handle two girls at once? You do not think you should pick one before it gets too serious? Ted: Define "serious". Lily: Well, it's complicated. I think it would be when you have expectations, emotional involvement... Marshall: Third base. Seriously, third base. Ted: So I can go to the second two with no problem? Marshall: Treat yourself my friend. Treat yourself. Oh no. Ted (2030): Since Mr. Cootes had mentioned the investigation, Marshall ran through internet. The majority of what he found was touching, seeing truly extraordinary, until... Marshall: Poor. This is very bad. Girl: Thank you, Stacy. Wesleyan has a cafeteria. Thank you to the generous donation of... Marshall arrives on camera, naked. Marshall: Oh! Oh! Someone there mentioned generous donation? I'm Marshall Eriksen. But you can call me Biercules! Lily: Well, it could be anyone. And thin, I had forgotten this story Biercules.Who made this site first? Marshall: Pete Durkenson. Ted: Of course. Robin: This is the guy who convinced you to run around campus naked? Marshall: I wanted to join a club that I left three days later, because the clubs are stupid and elitist. And I also discovered that it was not a club. Ted: Oh my God. This is huge! I am invited to the Ball of Architects, the annual gala honoring the greatest architects of the city. Oh no. You guys see the problem? Robin: This is an annual gala that honors the greatest architects of the city? Ted: Robin, this is the biggest celebrity event of the year. In taking a girl at the ball, man, you reached third base. Whatever the girl I invite, it will be the steady girlfriend of Ted Mosby by the end of the evening. Ok, we stop to sit between two chairs. Robin, bring me my notebook. It's time to make lists of pros and cons. Ted (2030): And the children they loved. Nora: Let me clarify something for you. I do not date guys who lie to me. Barney: Okay, I did not know. Mea culpa. So, from now, more lies. I never lie to you. I'm serious. Ask me anything. Nora: OK Have you ever managed to get in bed with a woman that you lied? Barney: Have I ever... If I'm totally honest... Yes. Nora: More than once? Barney: More than once... Wow, this is... I guess if we... so, technically, there were a number of times I've lied to a woman to sleep with her. Nora: They were worth what? Barney: Nine or ten for most. There has been a 4 once. It was an easy girl.But, Nora, after that, I had to flee so fast. Honesty is good. Nora: What was the lie? Barney: You want me to tell all the lies I have told to put a woman in my bed? Nora: A bed or any other place where you're sent into the air. Barney: You are good. Marshall goes to meet Pete. Marshall: Pete, Pete. Hey! Pete: Biercules! Come here, man. Marshall: Hey, I tried to call you all night. Pete: My God, sorry. I should have responded but it was Thursday night. Marshall: It is Sunday. Pete: And you know what that means. "Edward bottles with money"! Ted (2030): Children, Edward bottles for money is a game that involves taping two bottles of liquor at the base of the hands. The goal is to finish the two bottles. Oh my God, why am I telling you this? Good move. Marshall: Ok, you know this old video of me? Pete: I watch it every day. Marshall: You have to take away the internet. Genre immediately. Pete: There are two ways for me to do it: Either you give me $ 4 million, or help me to go to the bathroom because I can not... Marshall: Yes, both are non-negotiable refusal. Pete: So, I'm sorry we could not handle together. But if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of the game "to Edward bottles of money," and the competition is raised. Marshall: Who are you playing anyway? Pete: Just myself. Ted (2030): Meanwhile, Barney continued to list every lie he used to sleep. Barney: I do not have time to explain how I got there. I just need someone to suck the poison. The surgeon gave me a new face, darling. You realize that I am alive? My name is David Beckham. If I castais only the white swan, is the role for you. No, I am a lesbian. What I wear is just very realistic. Nora: Ok, let's move. What was the worst? The best of the worst? The cream of the crop? Barney: Oh, once I am the soul man. There was this pretty girl who only go out with black. Woman: Barney! Oh no, I knew it. Ted, Lily and Robin are in the apartment. Ted: I can not choose. They are both extraordinary. Robin: If architects had only two bllts, eh Ted? Lily: I knew it. Ted, left or right? Ted: Yes, yes, good idea. Let fate decide? I will choose the left. Lily, slapping him: Just called one of the two. Robin: Ted, to your heart, you know that you love one more than the other.Believe me, takes the other. Ted: Uh, I have perhaps not been clear is the... Robin Ball Architects.This event is a very hip. Robin: Ok, name one celebrity who will be there. Ted: Lenny Kravitz. Robin: Lenny Kravitz will be there? Ted: Yes. He is there every year. And it's a rock star. Robin: You know, Ted, in hindsight, it is too early to choose between these two girls. Takes a friend. Like, I dunno, maybe a friend who has a poster of Lenny Kravitz on his wall, and may or may not have dated this post and transported from his high school... Ted: This list of pros and cons leads to nothing. I need a color scale. Lily and Robin: Scale of colors! Ted (2030): And the children, we really sang. Marshall: Pete, please. I am unemployed. I have a huge mortgage. A baby arriving. And I'm about to lose a job that I really need because of a drunken video of 15 years ago. Pete: Ugh, you mean? Biercules, what's going on? Looks like you're another person. The guy in this video was cool. It had potential. It could have been president of a club one day. Marshall: There is no club. Pete: There he is just a troublemaker. Marshall: It's not that I want to be a troublemaker. Fair, I must be one. I'll be a dad. You have children one day, you will understand. Pete: Dude, I have 4 children. Marshall: Pete, please, remove the video. Pete: Ok, Biercules, I will remove it. If... you can bat me to the game of my choice. Marshall: Oh no. Pete: And I choose the beautiful game, the sweet science... Marshall: Pete, please, I'm tired... Pete: The sport of kings... Marshall: I do not want to play Edward bottles money. Pete: I was going to the darts, but it's Edward bottles to money! Barney: And that made all the lies related to space. Let the world of sports. Oh wait, I forgot for a space: "I was bitten by a snake space. You have to suck all the poison around my... " Nora: Okay, Barney, I have things to work tomorrow at 8 am which means I have just enough time to spend 11h in my shower to wash away all that. Barney: So that was cool. I can remember, or...? Nora: Barney, you're funny, beautiful, and really nice. But you are also a sociopath. Barney: Well, I count three for and one against. Nora: How can you still believe you have a chance with me? Barney: Because you are sat here all night. You could leave, but you did not. Listen, Nora, these lies, it was the old me. But I swear I try to change.You... make me want to change. Nora: How I know this is not a lie? Barney: I will prove it. I'll show you how much I'm serious. I will not leave this restaurant as I have not got a second date with you. Nora: Goodbye Barney. Barney: I do not laugh. It is a restaurant 24h/24. I will stay forever if necessary. And I will. Just water for me please. Ted shows the color scale to Lily and Robin. Ted: Ok, so the red bar indicates the level of attractiveness, blue, intellectual stimulation, green, emotional connection, yellow, compatibility aspirations of life, and purple, so she tried to pay or not. Lily: Well, it looks like Jessica wins in the first four categories. Ted: Do not fight in... Robin leaves his room in evening dress. Robin: Oh, that? It's nothing. It cost me three months' rent, and uh, I have never worn because I bought it for a big party to which you would have asked what did not happen. But, you know what? Do not feel guilty. Ted: What big event? Robin: This thing with your uncle. Ted: His funeral? It fell into the water, he emerged miraculously from his coma. Robin: And I forgive you. Now I can have my place and meet Lenny Kravitz? Marshall returned to the apartment, drunk. Marshall: I've done it again! Lily: Oh, dear. You're still drunk. I can not believe that I made the bet. Marshall: Just to be clear, "I've done it again!"... Am not referring to my current state of inebriation. Lily: What does it therefore reference? Video shows Marshall, nude with two bottles taped hands. Marshall: My name is Marshall Eriksen. I'm 33 and if my potential future employer, Garrison Cootes, look at this... Prostrate to Biercules! Lily: Well... it could be anyone... The phone rings but Pete it in the hands taped to the bottles. Pete: Oh, God... Lily is on the phone. Lily: Pete, it's Lily Aldrin. I'll be brief. You're going out this video of Marshall. You know why? Because I am friends with three girls with whom you came to school, and girls say it all together. Every small detail.Huh. So... tick, tick... Pete so goes the clock in the little dick. Ted: Pete has a small dick? Lily: I have no idea. Well, what do you take? Marshall: It had to happen eventually. I tried so hard to suppress my... "side-idiot-who-is-not-care-for nothing" he rebelled and has struggled! Robin: It's for sure! Marshall's voice: Look at me! I am a windmill! Marshall: Who do I crazy? I'm not ready to be a father. I thought I was, but it's like... My father never did such things, you know? Lily: But if he did, you would love all the same. And to be honest, you do not love to come across a video of him running down the street naked shouting, "Hey, Marshall, look at me! I have a stalactite on the head! " Barney rises behind Marshall and Lily. Barney: Oh! Hi guys! Oh! My neck! Uh... oh! Hey! Look at this! Robin: Barney, what are you doing here? Barney: Oh, I told Nora that I would not leave until I have no second appointment, and I intend to do. I am here since 9 o'clock. I still need another minute. Say I'm crazy, but I'll stay here as long as it will not be returned. Ted: That's what I want. Barney's feelings for Nora, I want to feel again. I do not want to choose between two girls. I want to be completely baba one of the two. Lily: Yes, the stupid thing that makes us turn the head, pretty cool. Marshall: It's not bad. Also, for posterity, a statement drunk guy! I would not drink again. Ted (2030): And of course... Flashback Barney and Marshall are at the casino. Marshall: Carpet Biercules! Yeah! Ted (2030): But again, I digress. End flashback The next day the phone rings Marshall. Marshall: Hello? Garrison: Marshall! Garrison Cootes. Marshall: Yes, Mr Cootes. How are you? Garrison: I wanted you to know we had conducted our inquiries, and there is something annoying. Marshall: Sir, the fact is that... Garrison: The rainbow in this sample is definitely related to chemical plants. Ok, I... Skip a line... We love you! It takes you. Marshall: It's fantastic. Thank you, Mr Cootes. Garrison: Well, nothing. Oh, and when you're in the office, try to wear something Biercules. Ok? Wow, that was a big snake. Marshall: Oh, there was a snake in the swamp? Garrison: No, I was talking about your penis. See you tomorrow. Marshall: I got the job. Lily: Yes! Marshall: And I think my boss is already sexually harassing me. But he saw the video and he does not care! Lily: Saw what? Maybe the video is not so bad after all. Marshall's phone rings again. Marshall: Yes. Hello? Pete: Hey Marshall, I'm Pete Durkenson. We all went to Wesleyan. Marshall: Yes, no, I know. Pete, we drank together yesterday. Pete: Absolutely, now, the message from Lily makes sense. Listen, do not worry Bro ', I remove the video. Marshall: You know what? Let her. Pete: As you wish, Biercules. (He hangs up and is in an operating room with a man on the table) Scalpel. Marshall: You know what? That's good. I want my children to see every part of me. Lily: Yes. Even the side where you route the East Village naked. Marshall: I will remember Pete. Lily: It's a good idea. Ted (2030): That night, I brought Robin Bal. Robin: Thanks for taking me. Ted: The pleasure is mine. And you know, you might find it interesting.Some of these guys represent the history of New York. Robin: Yes, yes. Where is Lenny Kravitz? Ted: Right there. Leonard Kravitz, world-renowned architect. This guy is a star. He will make his famous reading of 90 minutes on the beams. Robin: Well, great. I'll go find one myself and hang myself. Ted: Ok Ted (2030): Children, you can not control when falling in love. It does not take days to think about. When this happens, you know quickly and with absolute certainty. I had forgotten. But reminded myself it was going. END	{"type": "series", "show": "How I Met Your Mother", "episode": "07x03 - Ducky Tie"}	foreverdreaming
Guy: Hey, mister! This is the best deal you're going to find in town! Guy : That's exactly what the other guy said. Guy: Then as a bonus, I'll give you a tour of the city! Guy : Seriously? Girl: Hilarious! Girl: Huh? What? Guy : What's wrong? Girl: My bag is gone! Guy : What? Guy: Here you go. Cop: So, any changes lately? Guy: Not at all, thanks to you. Cop: I see. Cop: Sorry to bother you. Guy: This is what you want, right? Kid: Yeah! Kid: Oh, but this is all I have right now. Guy: Then this is all I can sell you. Nar: Naples: a city located in southern Italy. Nar: It's a famous tourist spot so beautiful that JoJo-internal/narrator: ,people say you should see it at least once before you die. Girls: Pardon us. Girl: How do you get to Santa Chiara? Gio: Oh, to get to Santa Chiara, go straight, and then, at the first light— Girl: See? I told you! Girl: I told you it was over there. Girl : My bad... Girl : Thanks so mu— Gio: Whoa, there. Gio: Are you all right? Girl : Th-Thank you... Girl : Um, I'm sorry about that. Guy: Be more careful. Girl : Let's go. Gio: Hey. Gio: You dropped this. Girl : Thank you so much! Gio: No problem. Guy: Hey, wasn't that guy super cool? Girl : I should've asked for a picture. Girl : Did those just come out of my bag? Girl: What? They probably just landed on it for a second. Girl : Yeah, you're right. Gio: You can't let your guard down in this city. Gio: Pardon me. Gio: Could I get a cone with a scoop of chocolate and a scoop of pistachio? Gio: Make that two. Guy: You got it. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Golden Wind Guy: Hey! How many times do I have to tell you JoJo-top: ,that you can't run your business here without a license? Guy: Move your car! Guy: Honestly... Cop: You only moved one car length away! Creep: So, whaddya say? It's faster than lining up. Guy: What do you think? driver: I'll get you into the city real cheap. Luca: Really? How cheap? Creep: L-Luca! Luca: Didn't I tell you that you need to pay JoJo-main: ,the protection fees you owe me before doing any more business? driver: You can't be serious! Luca: I told you that you need to pay the protection fees you owe me JoJo-main: ,before doing any more business, right? Driver: But... Luca: Right?! Driver: But I have a family... Driver: P-Please stop! Luca: You should think more about your friendship with me than your family... Luca: Got it? Driver: I'm not the only one ignoring you to keep doing business! Luca: Well, who? Luca: Who is it? Driver: I-It's Giorno! Giorno Giovanna! Luca: Giorno? Driver: That kid's been making a fortune lately! Luca: Giorno? Luda: Well, I'll deal with him later. Guy: Hey, you! Guy: You can't run your business here without a license! Guy: Go somewhere else! Giorno: Buon giorno! Kochi: I'm finally here! Koichi: That flight was so long! Koichi: The air sure is different here! Koichi: Now, then, time to get to work. Koichi: Haruno Shiobana... That's an unusual name. Koichi: First, I need to get to my hotel. Koichi: I want to dump my luggage so I can move around a bit more freely. Kochi: Let's see... Where's the taxi pick-up... Cop : Whoa, that's amazing! Cop : I know, right? That trick is amazing! Cop : This shouldn't be possible! Cop : How are you even doing that? Cop : That's so gross! Cop : How'd you stuff your whole ear into your head? Cop : Man, that was entertaining! Giorno: Thanks. Cop : Don't attract too much attention with your job here. Giorno: Looking for a taxi? Koichi: No, n-not really... Giorno: You sure? Giorno: I'm just finishing up my part-time job and about to head home, so I'll make it cheap. Giorno: How about , lire to get you into the city? Koichi: ,? That's... about , yen. Kochi: That's way too expensive! JoJo-main: ,The basic rate is about half that! Giorno: Wow, you speak the language perfectly. Koichi: Huh? Giorno: Did you used to live in Italy? Koichi: No, I just had Rohan-sensei make it so I could speak... Never mind that! Koichi: M-More importantly, you're saying you'll drive? Koichi: You look like you're only in middle school or high school. Koichi: And I saw you give the security guys something. Koichi: I'm pretty sure I saw some money. What's that about? Giorno: Come on, now. You don't need to worry about those things. giorno: Okay, how about for , lire? Giorno: I won't even ask for a tip. JoJo-main: ,I'll take you into the city for exactly ,. Koichi: Huh? , would be about... yen?! Koichi: No, it's okay. JoJo-main: ,I'll just wait at the taxi pick-up... Giorno: Are you sure? Koichi: You'll really only charge ,? Giorno: Yup. JoJo-main: ,But you'll have to load your luggage on your own. Giorno: Since I'm not asking for a tip. Giorno: Put your luggage up front. You can sit in the back. Koichi: Just so you know, JoJo-main: ,you'd better not think of me as some Japanese tourist who's not used to traveling. Koichi: Just get me to my hotel in earnest. Giorno: Yes. I'll get you there in earnest. Giorno: Or should I say... I'll get your empty luggage there. Koichi: Huh? Wait... I didn't even get in yet... Cop: Keep your mouth shut! Koichi: Don't tell me... Koichi: Hold it! Giorno: Ciao! Koichi: Reverb Act ! Koichi: Too bad for you... Koichi: Didn't I tell you not to underestimate me? Koichi: You can run if you want. JoJo-main: ,As long as my luggage is safe, I don't care. Cop: Look at that! Giorno actually screwed up! Cop : That's what he gets for trying to trick JoJo-main: ,a Japanese tourist when he's half Japanese himself! Cop : Though people would never be able to tell he's Japanese, JoJo-main: ,with that hair color and a name like Giorno Giovanna. Koichi: It couldn't be... Koichi: Huh? It's gone! How?! Koichi: Is this some kind of egg? Koichi: I-Is it a Stand?! But that's impossible! Koichi: Would one show up the second I get to Italy?! Koichi: That's not a Stand! The way that frog felt... Koichi: It's actually alive! Koichi: But seriously, how'd my suitcase disappear?! Koichi: He didn't have any time to hide it! Koichi: This is horrible! Koichi: This is only a hunch, but... Koichi: Excuse me! Koichi: Could I ask you some questions about that taxi driver? Giorno: I think it's about time... Luca: Are you Giorno Giovanna? Luca: This is the first time we're meeting. JoJo-main: ,Do you know who I am, Giorno? Giorno: Leaky Eye Luca. Giorno: I heard that JoJo-main: ,even after someone sab a Knfe deep into your face, you didn't stop fighting. Giorno: And because of that, JoJo-main: ,even though your wound has healed, your eye is always watering. Luca: Hey, why don't you have a seat right here? Luca: Come on, sit down. Luca: It's tiring having to look up at you to talk. Luca: How old are you? Giorno: Fifteen. Luca: Fifteen?! Wow, you're just a kid! Luca: Say, Giorno, there are three "yous" to remember in friendship. Luca: Three "yous," got that? Luca: The first one is you don't lie. Luca: The second one is you don't hold grudges. Luca: And the third is you respect the other. Luca: Sounds good, right? Those are the three "yous" of friendship. Giorno: Can I help you? Luca: I'm the one talking right now! JoJo-main: ,Who said you could ask questions, you dumbass?! Luca: I heard you've been working part-time around the airport... Luca: I, Leaky Eye Luca, haven't received JoJo-main: ,any of the gifts that you should've given me out of respect yet. Luca: How do you expect our friendship to last like that? Luca: Let me take a peek at your wallet. Giorno: Luca. Giorno: I already paid my protection fees. I don't have any money. Luca: To the security guards?! JoJo-main: ,That has nothing to do with me! Luca: What's this? A photo of a family member? Luca: Where's my money? JoJo-main: ,I want the money! Show me your wallet! Giorno: Luca... Giorno: Don't make me say the same thing twice. Giorno: I told you, I already paid, so I don't have any. Giorno: Don't make me say it a third time. Luca: You little shit! Luca: What the hell is that creature? Giorno: It came back. Luca: Smack it off! Giorno: This frog has nothing to do with this. JoJo-main: ,I won't smack it off. Luca: I gave you an order, and I told you to pay me a protection fee! Luca: So you're going to disobey both of those? Luca: You're going to tell me, Leaky Eye Luca, "no" to both of those things?! Giorno: This is a living creature that has its own conscience, JoJo-main: ,and it's thinking on its own. Giorno: You really shouldn't. Luca: You're... You're... Giorno: I could never just smack it off. Giorno: Don't! It's harmless as long as you don't do anything! Luca: You're finished! Whack,Sfx: Whack Giorno: I told you not to. JoJo-main: ,It's not even that loyal to me yet. Giorno: It's just trying to protect itself. It has its own life. Giorno: Any attck on it becomes an attck on oneself, and it's fatal. Giorno: And... JoJo-main: ,I asked you not to make me say it a third time. Giorno: Making me say the same thing over and over again Giorno: is useless. Giorno: And I hate that because it's useless. Giorno: Totally useless. Koichi: A piece of this guy's skin? Jotaro: Yeah. I want you to get a sample of it and send it to me, Koichi, Jotaro: so the Speedwagon Foundation can check its composition. Koichi: Its composition? Who is this guy? Jotaro: His father, who died, was a bit special. JoJo-flashback: ,That's why we want to investigate. Jotaro: It can be thin. I just need you to get me a piece. Jotaro: That's it. Koichi: I see... Jotaro: I'll cover all your expenses for this trip. Koichi: What?! All of them? Koichi: Hmm... Koichi: I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but this guy sort of looks like you, Jotaro. Koichi: The address on this picture is somewhere around here... Koichi: How careless. Guy: You don't need to worry about them. Guy: No one around here is dumb enough to try and steal their briefcase. Koichi: Oh... I guess this is a nice neighborhood. Girl: Hey, can I sit next to you? Guy: Would you like to come in for a meal, sir? Girl : No, I'm going to sit next to him! Koichi: N-No, it's okay! Girl : Hey, Giorno! Have some tea with me! Girl: What? Wait, I'll pay for you! Giorno: You guys are too loud. Girl : No, me! Me! Giorno: I like being alone. Go away. Girls: Fine... Girl: See you tomorrow, Giorno! Girls: Ciao! Koichi: Th-That's— Koichi: Hey! Whose money is that?! Are you using my money?! Giorno: You?! How'd you know I was here? Koichi: Give me back my passport! Where's my luggage?! Giorno: It hurts me to say this, Giorno: but they're gone. I sold them off, unfortunately. Giorno: So stop following me. Koichi: You're not getting away this time! Giorno: What's with this weight? Giorno: Wait... So that wasn't a malfunction earlier? Giorno: Don't tell me... he has the same kind of powers as me... Koichi: What did you just say? Giorno: It's heavy! Giorno: Golden Wind! Giorno: Life, spring forth! Giorno: Bring forth new life! Koichi: I think I just caught a glimpse of something. Koichi: Act ! Act: That bastard disappeared. Koichi: That's impossible! JoJo-main: ,There's no way he'd be able to escape Freeze's range that easily! Giorno: I'll say this one more time. Don't even think about coming after me. Giorno: I hate saying things twice when I shouldn't have to. Giorno: Because it's useless to say it twice. Giorno: I'll say this for your own good. JoJo-main: ,You shouldn't do things that are useless. Koichi: Knock him down, Act ! Koichi: Th-The attck on the tree came back to me... Giorno: I took something of yours, Giorno: but I can tell you held back when you were trying to ht me, JoJo-main: ,when I see what that damage has done to you. Giorno: You're a good person. Koichi: There's no doubt about it.Giorno Giovanna... Koichi: He's a Stand user! Sign: Giorno Giovanna Sign: Golden Wind Jotaro: Hello? Koichi: Jotaro, it's me, Koichi! Jotaro: Oh, Koichi. Did you get to Italy? Koichi: I found him! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The guy you asked me to find! Haruno Shiobana! Jotaro: That was fast. Koichi: Where do I even begin? JoJo-main: ,I immediately ran into him at the airport... Koichi: And, yes, it's safe to say... Koichi: He's a Stand user! Koichi: He goes by the name Giorno Giovanna in Italy. Koichi: You mentioned before that Koichi: Stand users are drawn to other Stand users, right? Koichi: We seriously met by coincidence! Koichi: He's a student, but he acts like a delinquent. JoJo-main: ,He stole my money and my luggage! Koichi: And it appears his Stand's ability is JoJo-internal/narrator: ,returning his opponent'sattack right back at them. Jotaro: Sorry about all this. JoJo-main: ,I'll get you a hotel and wire you some money. Koichi: Thank you. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Also, his hair was blond, unlike in the picture. Koichi: After asking some people who knew him about it, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they said that he didn't dye it. It just suddenly turned that color. Koichi: Something about his dad father's genes. Koichi: Who's his father? Koichi: Are you and his father somehow related? jotaro: I'm the one jotaro: who klled his father. Jotaro: His name is DIO Brando. Koichi: DIO? Koichi: You mean the one involved with the bow and arrow? Glob: ,sab Jotaro: I found out this year that DIO may have had a child. Jotaro: That's why I wanted to find out for sure Jotaro: if Giorno Giovanna was really DIO's child, and if he's somehow inherited his body. Koichi: But doesn't DIO's body belong to the Joestar bloodline? Jotaro: The fact that his hair turned blond may be a sign that Jotaro: the DIO blood in him, his Stand power, recently awakened. Jotaro: There might have been a trigger... JoJo-main: ,like a powerful Stand user being in that city. Koichi: A powerful Stand user? Jotaro: Don't go near him anymore. Jotaro: It's dangerous to take this further. Jotaro: Understand? Koichi: Just one last question... Koichi: Is he our enemy? Koichi: Or is he a friend? Jotaro: What do you think? Jotaro: You're the one who actually met him. Jotaro: What was your impression of him? Koichi: I'm not sure. Koichi: But, um... Koichi: He seemed like a very eloquent person. Bruno: Did you drop this? Giorno: No. Bruno: I see. Bruno: Guess it's mine now. Bruno: Let's say you found a bag with , lire inside. Bruno: would you take it to the authorities? Giorno: No way. I'd totally take it. Bruno: Well, aren't you honest? Bruno: But what if I was a plainclothes police officer and saw you take it? Giorno: I'd give you half and have you look the other way... probably. Bruno: Wow, that's great! Bruno: And I'm sure that's actually what you'd do. Bruno: You're not kidding or bluffing. Bruno: I can tell! You're telling the truth. Bruno: You see... I can tell if people are telling the truth or not. Bruno: I'm almost certain. Bruno: You know how your skin gets shiny when you sweat? Bruno: That's how I can tell. Bruno: I think I'll have an even better idea if I taste your sweat. Giorno: Who are you? Bruno: Leaky Eye Luca was found on the ground near the airport after having JoJo-main: ,his own spade buried in the back of his head. Bruno: It's a rather serious injury. He won't be regaining consciousness. Bruno: I'm trying to find out who's responsible. Bruno: Giorno Giovanna, no one knows why Leaky Eye Luca was at the airport. Bruno: But the airport security guards JoJo-main: ,let me know that you were at the airport. Bruno: That's why I figured I'd come see you and ask you some questions. Giorno: Are you actually a police officer? Bruno: Of course not. Bruno: Luca's no ordinary crook. He's a gng member. JoJo-main: ,There are plenty of reasons he might've been taken out. Bruno: He knew how to get people to hate him. Bruno: But that's not what his boss is thinking about. Bruno: The boss feels like his name was JoJo-main: ,personally tarnished since one of his own was taken out. Bruno: That's why he told me to find out who took him out and settle the score. Bruno: I'm asking you... JoJo-main: ,Did you happen to run into Leaky Eye Luca at the airport? Giorno: No. I don't know who you're talking about. Bruno: You're not sweating. JoJo-main: ,All right, I'll believe you. Bruno: That does it for my questions. JoJo-main: ,Sorry to have bothered you, Giorno Giovanna. Giorno: What is that? JoJo-main: ,My hand was clenched the whole time. Bruno: That's Luca's right eye. Bruno: He's unconscious anyway, so I just brought it. Bruno: This taste... is the taste of someone who's lying, Giorno Giovanna! Bruno: Well, well, well, well... Bruno: I said I was done with my questions, Bruno: but the situation seems to have changed, Giorno Giovanna. Bruno: You told me a lie. JoJo-main: ,And now, I'm going to have to find out why you lied to me, aren't I?! Bruno: What are you looking at? JoJo-main: ,Are you jealous? JoJo-main: ,Did you want to ht him, too? Bruno: My name is Bruno Bucciarati. Bruno: Answer me. JoJo-main: ,Your questioning has already turned into trture. Bruno: Well? This is a pretty creepy ability, isn't it? Giorno: Th-That's... Bruno: Those are Luca's fingers. Bruno: To tell you the truth... JoJo-main: ,Leaky Eye Luca was disposed of by our boss. Bruno: He said that there's no point in him living anymore. Bruno: I took his fingers for torturing. Giorno: It's happening again! What the hell? Giorno: Is he also like that Japanese tourist? Bruno: Other than being able to tell if people are lying or not, I can also do this... Bruno: I can put whatever I want in your mouth. Bruno: For example... Bruno: I can even put that fre extinguisher in your mouth. Bruno: Though I'm afraid you'd die if I did that... Bruno: Talk! Bruno: You know who's responsible. Bruno: Were you told not to tell anyone? Bruno: Let's have you tell me who did Luca in. Giorno: There's no doubt about it... He has a similar ability! Bruno: If you don't hurry up and tell me, your trture is just going to get worse, Bruno: Giorno Giovanna! Giorno: This guy's bad news! Giorno: In that case... Giorno: I'll have to use Golden Wind and dodge his att*cks!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x01 - Gold Experience / Golden Wind"}	foreverdreaming
Nar: Giorno Giovanna. JoJo-topinternal: ,His father is DIO Brando. Nar: DIO always saw women as mere tools or food, Nar: so it's unknown how Giorno's mother was able to give birth JoJo-topinternal: ,to Giorno fifteen years ago without being klled. Nar: Giorno's mother was a very beautiful woman, Nar: but she was far from a model mother. Nar: After Giorno was born, they lived in Japan, Nar: but she would often go out at all hours of the night, Nar: leaving young Giorno alone at home. Girl: You sure you should leave your kid home alone? Girl: Isn't he, like, two or something? mom: Oh, it's fine. Mom: I'm not about to lose my freedom just because I had a kid. Shiobana,Sign: Shiobana Nar: Giorno would wake up in the middle of the night, and his mother wouldn't be there. Nar: How terrifying and despairing that must be for a child of one or two. Nar: There was no point in crying, so Giorno would just sit there, trembling. Nar: When Giorno was four, his mother got married. Nar: She married an Italian, and therefore, Giorno also became an Italian citizen. Guy: Um... Dad: What are you doing over here? Dad: Come on, Haruno. JoJo-flashback: ,Come take some photos with us. Dad: You mother's waiting for you. Nar: But as you'd suspect, when Haruno's mother wasn't around... Dad: You're always looking at me,trying to figure out what mood I'm in. Dad: You annoying little brat! Nar: But it was actually the opposite. Dad: What's the matter? Dad: Oh, the bread. Dad: Here you go. Dad: Jeez, you're such a gloomy kid. Nar: The one who got him into the habit of trying to read others' moods Nar: was this man himself. Nar: This made Giorno JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the perfect target for the local kids to take out their anger on. Kid : Whoa, what's wrong, Giorno? JoJo-flashback: ,Why'd you trip over nothing? Popo: Hey, you kids. Hurry up and get home. Kids: Yes, sir. Kid: Let's go. Kid : Yeah. Kid: Go back to Japan, you little freak. Kid : He never fights back, does he? Kid : He's so creepy. Nar: He started to believe that he was the lowest scum to walk this Earth, Nar: and that it was only a matter of time until JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he would grow up to be like the rest of the twisted people who lived in this town. Nar: But a certain incident would save Giorno from this fate. Guy: Damn it, where did he go? Guy : Find him! Don't let him get away! Guy : He can't get far with those wounds! Guy: You don't think he went into someone's house, do you? Guy : Keep your eyes on the ground! There should be blood. Guy: You go straight ahead. We'll go this way. Guy: Hey, kid. Guy: Have you seen an injured man around here? Guy: He's tall and has black hair. Giorno: He went that way. Guy : That way? Guy : He won't be able to move fast with those wounds! Guy : Let's find him! Nar: He felt no fear. Nar: He just felt that the man JoJo-internal/narrator: ,on the ground also seemed alone and lonely, just like him. Guy : Come on! Guy: Coming! Nar: Thankfully, the man was hidden behind the grass, which was suddenly taller. Nar: This was due to Giorno's Golden Wind ability, Nar: but Giorno didn't know he had this ability yet, so he did it subconsciously. Nar: Around two months later... X: I'll never forget what you did for me. Nar: Not long after, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Giorno's father stopped hitting him. Dad: Damn it! Dad: Why does he care so much about Giorno? Kid: Come sit over here, Giorno. Kid: Come on, don't be shy. Nar: The mean kids changed their tune. Kid : I know it's not the best seat, but... Nar: The man was a gangster. Guy: Here you go, kid! Giorno: This is... too much. Giorno: I think there's been a mistake... Guy: The scoop of chocolate is my treat! Giorno: Thanks... Guy: Don't sweat it! That guy always takes really good care of me. Nar: The man would always just quietly watch over him. Nar: Despite Giorno being a child who always tried to read other people's moods, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the man treated him with respect as a human being. Nar: Giorno learned how to trust others, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,a natural trait that should havebeen learned from his parents, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,from silent interactions with a stranger. Guy: What was that? Lady: A gn? Lady: We shouldn't get involved. Guy: Talk about bad luck... Giorno: U-Um... Guy: What is it? Nar: The man acted somewhat cruelly, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,determined not to drag Giorno into the world of gangsters. Guy: Hey, wait up! Kid: Hold it! Kid: You're the one who klled my dad, aren't you?! Guy: You little shit! Damn it! Kid: Damn it! Kid: Damn it! X: Your dad was scum. X: He broke the rules of my turf by selling drugs. X: He even sold them to women and children. X: That's why I klled him. Kid: How? Why?! JoJo-flashback: ,Why can't I sh*t? Kid: You're... Kid: You're a piece of scum, too! Nar: Giorno didn't think the man was scum in the least. Nar: Bizarrely, the gangs that committed crimes and broke the law Nar: were what straightened out Giorno's heart. Nar: In a city where politicians were corrupt and the police didn't protect the weak, Nar: Giorno Giovanna found his reason to live. Nar: Rather than looking up to a player in Serie A, Nar: he wanted to become a gng-Star! Bruno: This taste... is the taste of someone who's lying! Bruno: My name is Bruno Bucciarati. Bruno: Answer me. Bruno: Your questioning has already turned into trture. Bruno: Does your head feel wobbly, as if it's about to fall off? Bruno: Though I'm pretty sure you have no idea what I've done to you. Giorno: My body has a zipper?! Bruno: Giorno Giovanna. Bruno: If I wanted to, I could roll your head around like a ball JoJo-main: ,while I ask you who did Leaky Eye Luca in. Giorno: I don't think I could withstand another one of his attcks. Giorno: He'll tear me apart! Giorno: I only noticed this ability a few months back, Giorno: but I've never used Golden Wind to attck another human. Giorno: When Golden Wind hits something, it can give it life. Giorno: Any object can change into any living thing. Giorno: But... Giorno: Even I don't know what'll happen if Giorno: it attcks another human being! Bruno: Answer me, Giorno Giovanna! Giorno: I don't have any other choice! Gold: Useless! Bagyah,Sfx: Bagyah Bruno: What?! Rumble,Sfx: Rumble Bruno: Y-You're... Bruno: a Stand user! Rumble,Sfx: Rumble Bruno: So you could see my ability! Giorno: A what user? Bruno: So you're the one who attcked Luca! Giorno: Didn't Golden Wind ht him head-on? Giorno: Then he should at least have a broken bone or two. Bruno: You bastard... Bruno: Wh-What? Bruno: What did you do to me, you bastard?! Bruno: What the? I was just trying to stand... JoJo-main: ,I'm overflowing with power! Bruno: I can feel more and more power rising in me... Bruno: It's as though my body's been filled with the gasoline of life. Bruno: What? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Its movements look slow. Whoosh,Sfx: Whoosh Bruno: Could it be that I ended up like this because of your ability? Whoosh,Sfx: Whoosh Whoosh,Sfx: Whoosh Bruno: You're a fool if you have a Stand that grants your enemies power! Bruno: Take this, Giorno Giovanna! Bruno: What? I can see myself... Bruno: What am I doing back there? Bruno: The handle's not bent! Bruno: Did I misunderstand what's going on? Bruno: I just thought I was moving with incredible power... Bruno: But my body's actually still over there, JoJo-main: ,and my consciousness just jumped out, and that's what's over here? Bruno: Crap! I have to dodge! Bruno: I-It hurts! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,A very sharp pain is gradually hitting me! Bruno: It's not that Giorno's slow... It's that my consciousness went berserk! Gold: Useless! Giorno: It appears that when I have Golden Wind give a living being extra life, Giorno: they go berserk... or at least, just their senses do. Giorno: I don't know why I have this ability, Boom,Sfx: B{\c&HCCF&}oo{\c&HDF&}m Giorno: but I'll definitely be taking advantage of it. Sign: {\c&H&\fad(,)}Bruno Bucciarati Guy: Hey, what the hell are you guys doing? Guy: I'm gonna call the police! Giorno: I'm sorry for all the ruckus. Giorno: Please rest assured that we'll make sure not to involve any civilians. Bruno: So this is Giorno Giovanna's Stand? Bruno: No... It doesn't seem like he even knows what a Stand is. Bruno: But this ability... Giorno: It appears as though both of our abilities only reach a few meters. Bruno: And here I thought you were just some brat JoJo-main: ,who wasn't affiliated with any organization... Bruno: Giorno Giovanna! JoJo-main: ,You're the one who attcked Leaky Eye Luca, aren't you?! Bruno: My boss wants to know why you attcked him! Giorno: You wouldn't believe me if I told you it was an accident, would you? Giorno: So I'm going to be disposed of, right? Giorno: And you came here fully prepared, right? Giorno: When you're going to dispose of someone, Giorno: you're always prepared for the possibility that JoJo-main: ,you could end up being the one disposed of, right? Bruno: He's going to kll me... He's serious! Bruno: This brat is actually going to try to kll me! Bruno: He's intense enough JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that he'd actually do what he says he's going to do! Kabaam,Sfx: Kabaam Bruno: Zipper Man! Giorno: So that's his Stand? Kabaam,Sfx: Kashink Bruno: Now I know for sure that my Zipper Man is more powerful. Bruno: I wasn't told that I need to bring the suspect back alive. Bruno: I wouldn't mind taking care of you here. Bruno: But I've had my fill of dealing with your dangerous powers today, Bruno: so I'm leaving. Bruno: I'm going to keep my distance for now, Bruno: but I'll take care of you eventually. Giorno: He can even pass through a solid wall by putting a zipper on it?! Giorno: This isn't good! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Letting him out of the cable car is gonna be trouble! Giorno: If I lose him now, it won't matter that I have Golden Wind! Giorno: If he's going to come after me / with that ability, Giorno: there's absolutely no guarantee I'll survive! Giorno: I'm going to lose! Giorno: I can't let him get away! Giorno: If he tells his friends about me, this will end up out of my control! Giorno: I have to stop him right here, right now! Giorno: For the sake of my future! Guy: O-Ow! Guy C: Be more careful, damn it! Giorno: He disappeared! Giorno: Where could he have gone in that instant? Giorno: Don't tell me he can even enter people with his zipper! Guy: What are you going to do about this? I'm covered in garbage! Giorno: But that's the only thing I can think of! Giorno: That must be how he got that eyeball and those fingers inside me! Giorno: Bucciarati went into one of these guys to hide, like wearing a costume... Giorno: And that's how he's planning to head back into the city. Guy: Better get my broom... Giorno: They're all heading in different directions. Giorno: I don't see a zipper. Giorno: Which one is it? Giorno: Which one is he hiding in? Guy: What the hell's your problem, you stupid fly?! Jump,Sfx: Jump Bruno: A tooth? Giorno: I gave life to the tooth that broke out of your mouth Giorno: and had it be reborn as a fly. Giorno: The fly would return to you so I could tell where you were... Giorno: But this isn't good. Giorno: I just got done saying we wouldn't involve any civilians... Giorno: But my bad. That was a lie. Giorno: Still, he ended up hitting himself with his own power, Giorno: so I hope you can just deal with it. Bruno: Giorno Giovanna, I can see your ability is not to be underestimated. Bruno: You leave me no choice. JoJo-main: ,This will be dangerous, Bruno: but it seems I'll have to take care of you right here, right now. Giorno: I can't let you escape. Giorno: I'm pretty determined about that. Bruno: Let me escape? JoJo-main: ,You don't have to worry about that. Bruno: The only thing you have to worry about Bruno: is what you'll do once your body parts have been zipped apart all over the ground. Bruno: This battle will be decided by who hits the other first. Bruno: What's the matter? Bruno: Come at me, Giorno Giovanna. Gold: Useless! Thud,Sfx: Thud Giorno: Just your senses will go berserk. Bruno: "You ht me first, so how?" Bruno: I don't blame you for wondering that. Bruno: This isn't my arm. Bruno: My Zipper Man's ability allows two separate things to be connected with a zipper. Bruno: This is that kid's arm. Bruno: I switched it out with mine. Bruno: Because, of course, I'd rather avoid the danger of being ht with your ability. Bruno: That's why your Golden Wind didn't work. Bruno: What are you trying to do, Giorno Giovanna?! Bruno: I'm ending you right now! Bruno: Unbelievable... He ripped off his own arm Bruno: to extend his range a bit further and strike a moment faster... Giorno: Golden Wind! Bruno: I-It's happening again! JoJo-main: ,Just my senses have gone berserk! Bruno: H-He's going to get me! Bruno: The destructive power of Giorno Giovanna's Stand ability isn't too great... Bruno: But in this case, that actually makes things worse! Bruno: If I have to experience that slow pain not once, but multiple times... Bruno: I'll probably die from the shock of the pain! Bruno: Don't! Bruno: Stop! Bruno: He went out of range? Bruno: What are you doing, Giorno Giovanna?! Bruno: Why did you stop attacking me? Bruno: Why didn't you finish me off?! giorno: Because you're a good person. Giorno: You're in a gng, but you're a good person. giorno: You hesitated for a moment before attacking me, giorno: so I decided I wouldn't attck you, either. Giorno: When you saw the arm you took off of this kid, Giorno: you were shocked to see the state it was in Giorno: and stopped attacking for a moment. Giorno: You were shocked that he'd been sh*ting up drugs. Giorno: How old is he? Giorno: Thirteen. Giorno: If you were just some gangster who wouldn't have hesitated or been shocked, Giorno: I probably would've been rolling around on the ground in pieces. Giorno: But you seem different. JoJo-main: ,That's why I stopped. Giorno: There are people in this city who would sell drugs to kids. Giorno: They're unforgivable. Giorno: That's what you believe. Giorno: But the one selling those drugs is your boss. Giorno: You can't help but feel conflicted about that. Giorno: That's why your heart ached when you saw his arm. Bruno: So what? That's got nothing to do with me eliminating you. Bruno: I've been ordered to find the one who attcked Luca and eliminate them! Bruno: Just because you stopped attacking me doesn't mean I'm not going to kll you! Giorno: No... JoJo-main: ,You won't kll me now. Bruno: What? Giorno: You won't kll me. I know it. Bruno: Why do you say that? Giorno: Because you're going to join me. Giorno: I plan on defeating your boss and taking over this city. Bruno: What?! Giorno: In order to get rid of gangs that sell drugs to children, Giorno: I'm going to have to become a gangster myself. Bruno: Are you saying... JoJo-main: ,that you're going to join our organization?! Bruno: Are you serious?! JoJo-main: ,Do you even know what that means?! Giorno: What a great view... Giorno: Yes. If I'm going to take over this city, Giorno: I'll have to join the organization that rules it and work my way up. Giorno: Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,I'm going to become a gng-Star!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x02 - Bucciarati Is Coming / Bucciarati Appears"}	foreverdreaming
Giorno: Because you're going to join me. Giorno: I plan on defeating your boss and taking over this city. Bruno: What?! Giorno: In order to get rid of gangs that sell drugs to children, Giorno: I'm going to have to become a gangster myself. Bruno: Are you saying... Bruno: that you're going to join our organization?! Bruno: Are you serious?! Bruno: Do you even know what that means?! Giorno: What a great view... Giorno: Yes. If I'm going to take over this city, Giorno: I'll have to join the organization that rules it and work my way up. Giorno: Bucciarati, Giorno: I'm going to become a gng-Star! Kid : Pass! Pass! Kids: Thanks! Kids: Thanks. Kids: Thanks! Bruno: Fine. Bruno: I'll report back saying I couldn't find the one who attcked Luca Bruno: and introduce you so you can join the organization. Bruno: However, if they find out at any time that you're going after the boss... Bruno: I'm not going to save you. Bruno: Traitors can't be saved. Giorno: You'll have to deal with your own failure. Bruno: Otherwise, I'll wager on your golden dream and JoJo-main: ,the honorable, golden resolve it took to go so far as to rip off your own arm, Bruno: Giorno Giovanna. Bruno: Our organization oversees every industry in Naples. Bruno: Passione... That's the name of the organization. Bruno: Passione means "passion," but that's not actually related to the boss's name. Bruno: No one actually knows the boss's name, nor does anyone know what he looks like. Bruno: We receive orders from a number of his capos. Bruno: Giorno, the capo who'll be deciding whether you'll join the organization JoJo-main: ,is a man named Polpo. Bruno: He's in this building. Giorno: But this building... Loom,Sfx: Loom Giorno: It's a prison. Bruno: Correct. Polpo was convicted of a certain crime JoJo-main: ,and won't be out for fifteen years. Bruno: But he gives me orders from the inside and commands the organization. Bruno: He can leave this place whenever he feels like it, but he doesn't. Bruno: There's simply no reason to. Giorno: But why? Bruno: You'll understand once you go in. Bruno: Giorno Giovanna, you're going to be interviewed by him, and you have to pass. Bruno: It's basically like any other job interview. Bruno: What the interview actually entails will depend on his mood, Bruno: but whatever you do, don't let him find out your true intentions. Giorno: All right. Giorno: Oh, yeah. The Stand ability... JoJo-main: ,That's what you called it, right? Giorno: I never asked how you ended up with that ability, Giorno: but are there others with it? Bruno: That'll also be answered once you get inside... Bruno: If you pass, that is. Cop: First, place your belongings, watch, JoJo-main: ,and everything in your pockets into the tray, Cop: then proceed to the next room for a body check. Lady: Stand right there and raise your hands over your head. Lady: Once you go through that gate, please continue straight down the hall. Lady: N- is where Polpo's cell is. Lady: The room is divided with reinforced glass, but you'll be able to talk to him. Lady: Touching the glass, giving him anything, JoJo-main: ,and receiving anything from him are all forbidden. Lady: You have fifteen minutes. Lady: Once you pass through, the gate will close. Lady: If something happens, please yell. Bruno: I'm going to meet him directly in his cell? Bruno: Not in some visiting room? Lady: You don't know who he is? Polpo: That left arm of yours... JoJo-main: ,Is it injured? Giorno: That's no bed... Loom,Sfx: Gwooo Polpo: It's just on your right hand, Polpo: but the fingers are slightly red, like you were holding something. Polpo: Like lines that would be left after holding a bag. Polpo: Which would mean that you were holding a bag in your right hand up until now. Polpo: Why's that? Giorno: Well, uh... You're right. Giorno: I was holding a bag in my right hand, Giorno: because as you observed, I hurt my left arm. Polpo: I envy your ability to be so reckless with your body. Polpo: Would you like some wine? JoJo-main: ,I have some exquisite Chianti Classico. Polpo: It pairs perfectly with some Scamorza cheese and caviar on a crcker. Giorno: I've been told that I'm not allowed JoJo-main: ,to give you anything or receive anything from you. Polpo: They're just saying that. Polpo: What people say and what they do... Polpo: are vastly different. Polpo: That's the best and worst thing about people. Polpo: The only downside to being in this cell is.... well... Giorno: Polpo... Polpo: The fact that I can't admire Michelangelo's great painting in the Sistine Chapel. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's not that he doesn't need to leave the prison. Giorno: Things would just be the same for him whether he left or not. Giorno: With that body, he might actually be safer in the cell. Giorno: More importantly, how did he get through the door? Polpo: Bucciarati's told me all about you. Polpo: So you want to join our organization? JoJo-main: ,Hmm... Giorno Giovanna, was it? Polpo: Well, why don't we get this interview started? Giorno: What the hell was that? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Did my eyes play a trick on me? Giorno: For a moment, it looked like he took a bite out of his finger along with the crcker... Giorno: No... Maybe Polpo is also a Stand user, just like Bucciarati. Giorno: Either way, I can't let him find out that I'm one, as well. Polpo: What do you think is the most important thing JoJo-main: ,when it comes to choosing someone, Giorno Giovanna? Giorno: Is it what they're capable of? Polpo: Oh? And what exactly are you capable of? Giorno: I borrowed a few things when she was patting me down. Giorno: I thought these would be useful for your test. Giorno: Of course, I'll be returning them to her when I leave. Polpo: Do you have anything else? Giorno: Other than that, the only skill I have JoJo-main: ,is being able to completely fold my ear into my head. Polpo: That's rather amusing. Polpo: But, you see... Polpo: There's something else that's far more important, Polpo: and that's trust, Giorno Giovanna. Polpo: The most important thing when it comes to choosing people is trust. Polpo: In comparison, being smart or being talented means as much JoJo-main: ,as this piece of crcker between my teeth. Polpo: This test is all about seeing how trustworthy you are... Polpo: with this lighter's flame. Polpo: Take it, and make sure the flame doesn't go out. Polpo: Whoa, there. JoJo-main: ,Be extra careful to make sure the flame doesn't go out. Polpo: Fuller, the th-century theologian, said, JoJo-main: ,"He's my friend that speaks well of me behind my back." Polpo: In order to join our organization, JoJo-main: ,you'll have to show how trustworthy you are when we can't see you. Polpo: For hours, you will hold on to that lighter without letting the flame go out. Polpo: If you can do that, I'll approve of you joining the organization. Polpo: Simple, right? JoJo-main: ,The lighter has plenty of fluid in it. Polpo: All you have to do is sit quietly in your room until PM tomorrow JoJo-main: ,and make sure the flame doesn't go out. Polpo: If you're a careful man who'll work hard to make sure it doesn't go out, JoJo-main: ,the flame shouldn't go out. Polpo: Which means you're someone we can trust. Polpo: However... Polpo: If you're a man who is taking us too lightly, Polpo: and you fall asleep, sneeze, or knock it over, Polpo: or a sudden wind blows the flame out... Polpo: It means that you're untrustworthy, Polpo: and I can't allow you to join our organization. Polpo: Now, take the lighter. Polpo: This is your entrance exam. Polpo: You have hours. Polpo: I'm looking forward to seeing you come to visit me again tomorrow at PM. Giorno: For hours... Cop: All visitors must go through another body check when they go through the gate. Cop: Once you're told that you can leave the facility, Cop: please continue to the next room and grab your belongings. Giorno: Wait! Polpo didn't tell you anything? Lady: What? Lady: I'm going to pat you down now. Lady: Let me remind you that it's prohibited for you to accept anything from him! Giorno: Shit! I was under the impression that Polpo bribed all these guys, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,giving me permission to take the lighter out of here! Giorno: Visitor, put your hands up and proceed forward! Giorno: So Polpo's test for me has already started... Giorno: And... Giorno: I have no choice but to go through with it! Giorno: I have to pass this test and get into Passione! Sign: Koichi Hirose Sign: Reverb Act Lady: Visitor, hurry forward! Giorno: Just like I hid her ID in my hand where no one could see earlier, Lady: Put your hands up and proceed forward! I will conduct a body check! Giorno: I'll hide this flame! Lady: You're free to go. JoJo-main: ,There are no problems here. Lady: You may leave this facility. Lady: However... Lady: Please open up your hand. Lady: Let me remind you that it's prohibited to accept anything from him. Lady: Visitor, open up your hand! I'm going to check it. Lady: A flower? Lady: A real flower? Lady: Very well. I'll allow you to take that out. Lady: You are permitted to leave this facility. Giorno: I turned the lighter into a flower and hid the flame within it. Giorno: That was too close. Giorno: But is this flame Polpo's Stand ability? Giorno: The wind's definitely bad news! Guy: Hey, Giorno! Perfect timing! Guy: Could you push the shutter button on the camera? Giorno: No. Old: Sorry, but could you help me out here? Giorno: No. Giorno: I finally made it back to my dorm. Giorno: Th-That was close... Giorno: Now the lighter won't fall over, and even if the air moves, JoJo-main: ,the flame will be protected. Giorno: Now, just as Polpo said, I just need to watch over this for the next hours. Giorno: I know. JoJo-main: ,I'll make sure my window is locked, just in case. Giorno: I need to make sure it doesn't randomly open and allow the wind to blow in here. Giorno: What? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Who's opening my door without even knocking? Giorno: Th-That's— Koichi: Looks like he's out. Koichi: Now's my chance. Giorno: It's that Japanese guy again! Giorno: His name was... Koichi Hirose! Giorno: How did he find out my address? Koichi: Looks like my suitcase and belongings are long gone. Koichi: But my passport might still be around. Koichi: It's probably harder to sell someone's ID. Koichi: I feel like a thief, sneaking into someone's room like this, but... Koichi: No! He's the thief here! Koichi: What's so wrong with trying to find what belongs to me?! Giorno: His passport? Shit! Giorno: It's in the documents case on top of my desk because JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'd planned to return it to him! Giorno: At this rate, Koichi's going to see the lighter's flame! Giorno: Then he'll probably put it out! Giorno: He'll think it'll set the place on fre! Giorno: What should I do? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I have to hurry up and retrieve that lighter! Giorno: Golden Wind! Giorno: I used Golden Wind to turn the light cord into a snake. Giorno: That bread is pretty delicious. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Good job biting into it! Giorno: Now I'll pull it up with the cord... Giorno: What? Shit! Giorno: I can't believe this. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He found the lighter. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,This isn't good. Giorno: I have to make sure he doesn't blow the flame out! Koichi: Oh? Koichi: This mark! The mark symbolizing Japan! Koichi: I found it! It's my passport! Koichi: I-It's burning! Koichi: Thank goodness... JoJo-main: ,Huh? Koichi: That's strange. I could've sworn I saw a lit lighter... Giorno: That was close. JoJo-main: ,He almost extinguished the flame. Giorno: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream! Giorno: And to take my first step toward that dream, Giorno: I have to protect this flame, no matter what! Old: Whoa, that was close. Old: Sorry about that. I was cleaning the stairs. Old: I'm glad it was just a slight mist and the water didn't actually ht you. Old: This must mean we've both done good things in our daily lives. Old: Your daily actions are very important. Old: If you weren't careful, you'd probably be wearing that bucket of water on your head. Giorno: Seriously? This isn't good. JoJo-main: ,The flame... Giorno: I wonder if I can ask Polpo to let me try again. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,No... Giorno: If he were that forgiving, he wouldn't have tested me with this. Old: Flame? Old: Is that lighter not lighting up anymore? Old: Is it broken? Is it my fault? Giorno: No, it wasn't you. JoJo-main: ,I'm actually trying to process what happened... Old: But from what I can see, it doesn't look broken. JoJo-main: ,The lighter is still letting gas out. Giorno: What did you just say? Whoosh,Sfx: Whoosh Old: Yes, there's still gas coming out. JoJo-main: ,Is this the switch? Old: Did you try pushing it? Giorno: No... It shouldn't be able to light. Old: But look at this fine craftsmanship! Giorno: This whole test depended on if the flame was lit or not. Old: It's a very impressive lighter. Giorno: If I were able to just light it again, there's be no point in this test! Old: I was startled by the size of the flame, but it looks like it's working fine. Old: See? Old: By the way, since you have that lighter, you're not smoking cigarettes, are you? Giorno: Something's wrong. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It actually lit up again... There has to be something wrong! Giorno: What the... Giorno: That couldn't be his Sta— Black: You relit the lighter, didn't you? Black: I'll give you one more chance. You have two possible paths. Giorno: Th-That's... Black: The first path is to live and become a chosen one. Black: Your only other path is death. Giorno: A Stand! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,That's gotta be Polpo's Stand! JoJo-main: ,There's no doubt about it! Black: You relit the lighter! Black: This is your fate! Giorno: No way! You bastard! What the hell are you doing?! Black: This soul... JoJo-main: ,did not belong to one who should be chosen. Giorno: One who should be chosen? Giorno: H-Hey, are you... Giorno: He's dad. He's uninjured, but he's dad... Giorno: Was it because... Giorno: That Stand pulls people's souls out and kills them with an arrow? Giorno: Is that it? Giorno: But does "the one who should be chosen" JoJo-internal/narrator: ,mean someone who can join the gng? Black: You relit the lighter, too, didn't you? Black: I'll give you one more chance. You have two possible paths...	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x03 - Meet the Gangster Behind the Wall / Meet the Mafioso Behind the Wall"}	foreverdreaming
Giorno: Something's wrong. Giorno: It actually lit up again... There has to be something wrong! Black: You relit the lighter, didn't you? Giorno: No way! You bastard! What the hell are you doing?! Black: This soul... Black: did not belong to one who should be chosen. Giorno: One who should be chosen? Giorno: H-Hey, are you... Giorno: He's dad. He's uninjured, but he's dad... Black: You relit the lighter, too, didn't you? Black: I'll give you one more chance. You have two possible paths... Girono: So it indiscriminately attcks anyone who happens to see the lighter relit. Giorno: Th-This is... Giorno: This bastard... He's dragging my soul Giorno: out of me through my shadow! Black: I'll give you one more chance. You have two possible paths... Black: The first path is to become a chosen one. Giorno: It's no use... It's stronger than Golden Wind. Giorno: The old man died after his soul was struck by that arrow. Giorno: So what's going to happen to me JoJo-internal/narrator: ,if my Stand is attcked? Black: Your only other path is death. Giorno: Th-This arrow... Giorno: If I actually get sab by that arrow, I'm dad for sure! Giorno: I've got no choice! Giorno: Even if Polpo is one of the capos, Giorno: if he's going to stand in my way JoJo-main: ,and even kll an innocent old man like he was a piece of trash... Giorno: I have to defeat him! Giorno: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Giorno: Golden Wind... JoJo-main: ,Only your senses will go berserk, and all movements will look slow. Giorno: It's gone! That's impossible! Giorno: It shouldn't be able to control its own movements right now. Giorno: Even if it were able to move, it should be extremely slow. Giorno: It shouldn't be able to disappear! Giorno: It has to be around here somewhere... JoJo-main: ,It has to be! Giorno: I have to find it before the slowed-time effect wears off, Giorno: or it'll attck me again. Giorno: What?! Giorno: F-From within the shadows?! Sh-Shit! Giorno: Its movements are slower, but it's still just as powerful! Giorno: I can't move at all! Girono: The shadows! It's in the shadows! Giorno: It can only move within the shadows, but at amazing speed... Giorno: Looks like it can't follow me into the sunlight. Giorno: But the sun's going to set on the other side of the school soon. Giorno: Once that happens, I'll have nowhere to run. Giorno: What'll happen if I force it out into the sunlight? Giorno: It's definitely worth trying. Giorno: But how am I going to drag it out? Giorno: What should I do? It's waiting right there. Giorno: It's waiting there patiently JoJo-main: ,for the sun to go down. Koichi: Hey! Koichi: What are you doing, Giorno Giovanna?! Giorno: Koichi! Koichi: Who's that guy collapsed at the bottom of the stairs?! Koichi: What did you do to him?! Giorno: Hey, don't get the wrong idea! Giorno: That wasn't me! Giorno: That Stand right there atta— Koichi: The wrong idea? Koichi: I saw you talking to that old man! Koichi: I was watching from the window! Giorno: You were... watching? Giorno: Then... did you see the lighter being relit, too? Koichi: Huh? Giorno: Don't step into the handrail's shadow, Koichi! Giorno: Get out of the shadows! Giorno: Sh-Shit! Black: You saw the lighter being relit, didn't you? Black: You have two possible paths. Koichi: Wh-What's going on? Black: The first path is to become a chosen one. Black: Your only other path is death. Koichi: This arrow is... Giorno: Golden Wind! Giorno: It hurts so much... JoJo-main: ,This hurts like hell, but now... Giorno: it looks like I was able to drag you out into the sunlight. Giorno: I turned part of the handrail JoJo-main: ,into morning glories and let them hang down. Giorno: Now you're out of the handrail's shadow! Giorno: So close! JoJo-main: ,There were more shadows nearby, so it managed to escape. Giorno: But it looks like if I can drag that thing completely out into the sunlight, JoJo-main: ,I might be able to win. Koichi: Wh-What was... Koichi: What was that Stand?! Giorno: As you saw, it's trying to attck us. Giorno: The old man who relit this lighter was klled. Giorno: Because we saw it being relit, Giorno: both you and I are now its targets. Koichi: That's not what I meant. Koichi: That arrow... It's from the Bow and Arrow! Koichi: I didn't know one was in Italy, too... Koichi: What are you doing, Giorno Giovanna?! Koichi: Is it because of you that another Stand with the arrow appeared?! Giorno: It'll take too long to explain everything... JoJo-main: ,But I don't know anything. Giorno: Do you know something about that Stand? Giorno: And about that arrow? Koichi: Why did you save me? Giorno: Telling me about that arrow is more important! Giorno: The sun's going to set! Koichi: Why did you save me?! Koichi: Don't you dare assume that I feel like I owe a thief like you anything! Giorno: The lighter being lit is because of something I did. Giorno: There was nothing I could've done for that old man. Giorno: I feel awful about it. Giorno: I believe what I did was right, but I feel dark and gross inside. Giorno: But despite that, JoJo-main: ,I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream that I believe to be right. Koichi: Two years ago, I was sht with a similar arrow and gained my Stand ability. Koichi: If the person sht with the arrow doesn't awaken to that ability, they will die. Giorno: Awaken to the ability? Giorno: That's it! Giorno: That's what it meant by the "chosen one"! Giorno: Someone whose Stand awakened! Giorno: And that must be the motive behind Polpo's test! Koichi: I don't know about the origin of the arrow, Koichi: but I've met a Stand very similar to this one before. Koichi: It's a long-distance remote-controlled Stand! Giorno: Long-distance and remote-controlled? Koichi: It can only carry out simple commands, JoJo-main: ,but it won't stop attacking until it's fulfilled its motive. Koichi: Our best option is to find the Stand user and take them down. Giorno: Sadly, that's not an option. Giorno: The user is in a jail cell. We can't get to him. Giorno: Anyway, JoJo-main: ,that thing won't be able to leave the school building's shadow, JoJo-main: ,so let's head into the sunlight while it's still available. Giorno: Then, before the sun goes down, JoJo-main: ,we'll lure it into the shadow of something that can move, Giorno: and then we'll get rid of that shadow. Giorno: That way, we can drag it into the sunlight. Koichi: Got it! Koichi: I-It's gone! Black: I've got you! Giorno: Wh-What?! Black: You saw the lighter being relit, didn't you? Koichi: The crows! Koichi: It hid in the shadows of those crows and moved over there in them! Giorno: Th-This thing... Giorno: It's useless! Giorno: Sh-Shit! Giorno: While in the shadows, its power and speed are much higher! Koichi: Act ! Freeze! Koichi: My Reverb Act 's ability is to make Stands or people heavier. Reverb: I've made its hands heavier, Reverb: so much that it won't be able to lift a finger from the ground. Koichi: It should let go. JoJo-main: ,I made the entirety of its hands heavier! Koichi: It shouldn't be able to bend its fingers anymore! Giorno: It's strong... JoJo-main: ,It's determined to not let go, no matter what. Black: You have two possible paths... Koichi: I-It's no use! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Any damage inflicted upon the Stand goes right back to the user! Koichi: At this rate, Giorno's legs are going to break! Koichi: Act ! Undo Freeze... Giorno: No. Giorno: Don't do that, Koichi. Giorno: This ability that makes things heavier... Don't you dare undo it. Giorno: This is perfect. Giorno: This is exactly the ability that I was looking for! Koichi: But your leg's going to shatter! Koichi: Wh-What? Koichi: That tree... Giorno: Golden Wind is an ability that continuously gives life, Giorno: so that tree continued to grow, lived the extent of its life, JoJo-main: ,and is now starting to wither. Koichi: Ability? Koichi: But that tree's at least ten meters away... Koichi: So you got to the tree's roots by digging that hole! Bam,Sfx: Bam Koichi: Y-You did it! The shadow's gone! Koichi: It's been dragged out into the daylight! Giorno: You told me there were two paths, Giorno: but sadly, you only have one. Giorno: Koichi, could you move to the right a little? Koichi: Huh? Like this? Giorno: Hmm... Giorno: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Giorno: Bask in the sunlight. Giorno: That's it. Giorno: That's your one possible path. Giorno: Still, I have to wonder JoJo-main: ,if I'm going to be able to join the gng now. Giorno: What to do... Sign: Polpo Sign: Shadow Sabbath Koichi: That arrow... Koichi: The fact that the Arrow is also in Italy means Koichi: that there'll be even more victims! Koichi: I need to hurry up and tell Jotaro! Koichi: Wh-What are you doing? Giorno: Did you just say there'll be more? Giorno: We defeated Polpo's Stand,which had the arrow. JoJo-main: ,You saw it for yourself. Koichi: Defeated? You've got this all wrong! Koichi: I'll admit that we managed to escape its attcks because of you, Koichi: but that Stand only stopped attacking because of the sunlight. Koichi: The user isn't hurt at all. They're perfectly fine! Giorno: So Polpo's alive? Koichi: Not only that, but long-distance remote-controlled Stands JoJo-main: ,basically don't affect their users at all. Koichi: He probably hasn't even realized there's been a battle here. Giorno: What? Giorno: So he has no idea at all? JoJo-main: ,He doesn't know I'm a Stand user, either? Koichi: Chill out, would you? Koichi: If he noticed anything, it was probably that his hand felt a bit heavier, Koichi: but he'd have no way of knowing that you and I are Stand users. Koichi: Hey, could you move your finger? Giorno: Sorry, but I still can't let you make your call. Giorno: I'm begging you... JoJo-main: ,This isn't just one enemy.They're an organization. Giorno: If you tell someone, the organization might find out. Koichi: Enemy? JoJo-main: ,Organization? Giorno: I'll tell you and only you, Koichi. The_Next_Day,Sign: The Next Day Polpo: Someone gifted me a special-order pizza. Polpo: Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's see, you were... Polpo: Giorno... Giorno, uh... Giorno: Giorno Giovanna. Polpo: Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Polpo: My head goes blank when I eat. Polpo: Perhaps it's because all my blood goes to my stomach. Polpo: This might sound sudden, but are you a religious person, Giorno? Giorno: I'm not sure... but I'm not very passionate about it. Polpo: What I'm about to say may contradict God's teachings, Polpo: but I'd like you to listen carefully. Polpo: If the most important thing in this world is trust, Polpo: the most despicable thing you can do is insult someone. Polpo: Listen well... To insult or betray someone's trust Polpo: not only hurts their reputation, Polpo: but puts them in a very sticky situation. Polpo: We will not fight others or risk our lives over money, power, Polpo: or having our seats taken at a theater or on the bus. JoJo-main: ,Fighting is truly foolish.Only idiots bother with it. Polpo: But... JoJo-main: ,I will risk my life over being insulted. Polpo: I believe that God forgives even mrder. Polpo: Don't forget that. Polpo: Congratulations! I will allow you to enter the organization. Polpo: You did bring me the lighter still lit, as I trusted you would. Polpo: You pass. Polpo: That's our Passione organization's badge. Polpo: It proves that you passed. Polpo: You'll be working under Bucciarati for a while. Polpo: How about it? Why don't we celebrate your... Polpo: Did that brat actually protect the flame for hours? Polpo: Or did he relight it and become a Stand user? Polpo: I couldn't care less about that. Polpo: Young, clueless guys like him are easy to use. Polpo: Either way, we can use him however we want. Polpo: Oh? JoJo-main: ,I could've sworn I closed that... Polpo: The blood does flow to my stomach after I've eaten... Jotaro: You met him again? Koichi: I'm sorry, Jotaro. Koichi: But I can't help thinking Koichi: that he, Giorno Giovanna, isn't as dangerous as you think he might be. Jotaro: What makes you think that? Koichi: Well... Koichi: Well, I'll tell you that in person. Koichi: Is that all right? Jotaro: All right. Jotaro: If that's what you want to do, that's fine. Jotaro: I'll be waiting. Koichi: Thank you. Koichi: I'll talk to you later. Koichi: Jotaro, back then, I really did think... Koichi: Does this Giorno kid really admire that? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Is he sane? Koichi: But I can feel it... Koichi: I can feel that he has a righteous heart. Koichi: I can tell... Koichi: Because I observed three members of the Joestar bloodline back in Morioh. Koichi: The three who exude righteousness from their hearts, as if it were their life energy. Koichi: I could see the same thing in his eyes. Koichi: Without a doubt, the blood that flows in his veins carries the will of the Joestars. Koichi: So I'm going to keep this to myself for a while, like he asked... Koichi: The golden dream that Giorno Giovanna possesses. Koichi: Well, then, maybe I'll go do some sightseeing. The_Next_Day,Sign: The Next Day Bruno: Come with me, Giorno Giovanna. Polpo: What was that noise? Polpo: Well, whatever. Giorno: When someone insults you, even mrder is forgivable? Giorno: I see. What you told me is very important. Giorno: You insulted that innocent old man's life. Giorno: So I changed one of your g*n into a banana. Giorno: You should savor your last meal as best you can. Giorno: So... Where are we going? Bruno: I'll introduce you to my team. Bruno: They're all Stand users.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x04 - Joining the g*ng / Joining the Famiglia"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: Passione is a pretty big gng organization. Bruno: First, there are groups made up of six to ten underlings, like my team. Bruno: Then there are capos like Polpo who command those teams. Bruno: They reign over a particular region, making it their turf. Bruno: These teams include specialty teams, such as an assassination team and a drug team. Bruno: Despite being from the same gng, JoJo-main: ,I really don't want to involve myself with those teams or their capos. Bruno: And the one who stands at the top is the boss. Bruno: The boss only has contact with the trusted subordinate he considers his right hand, Bruno: and we have no way of knowing who or where he is. Bruno: gng members in this city hate standing out, Bruno: as it can quickly lead to their assassination. Bruno: So even the capos will dress normally to blend in with the crowd, Bruno: and some even have cover jobs. Bruno: That goes double for our boss.He won't reveal his identity to anyone. Bruno: If we go snooping around, we're detected immediately. Bruno: I know plenty of guys this has happened to. Bruno: So, Giorno, in order for us to get close to our mysterious boss, JoJo-main: ,we need to be acknowledged. Bruno: We can't defeat the boss unless we earn the acknowledgement JoJo-main: ,and trust of someone close to the boss. Bruno: So first, we're going to get stronger. Bruno: We have to climb up to the position of capo. Bruno: Of course, the two of us can't do that alone. Bruno: A team we can trust... Bruno: That's what we'll need to defeat the boss. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Find Polpo's Fortune! Nar: The news of the incarcerated Polpo's death spread among the other capos. Guy: According to our intelligence team, it might've been su1c1de. Guy : That's not his style. Guy : Polpo was in a special cell. mrder isn't possible. Guy : Maybe he was plotting to betray the boss. Guy : There aren't many capos as trustworthy as him. Guy : That's even less believable. Guy: More importantly... Guy: Yeah... The problem is his successor. Girl: How do I look? Sign: Rome : a.m. Sale: I just heard that the capos are freaking out. Sale: Apparently, Polpo committed su1c1de. Mario: Huh? Sale: Hey, watch where you're going! Mario: I'm fine. Mario: su1c1de? That fatso? Sale: I told you to watch where you're going! Sale: So I dunno if Polpo was sad because he was in prison or if his obesity made him depressed, Sale: but he apparently wasn't very strong mentlly. Sale: He put his own gn in his mouth and blew his brains out. Mario: You sure it was su1c1de and not mrder? Sale: It was su1c1de, for sure. From the... autopsy, they call it? Sale: Any expert can tell if it was a su1c1de or mrder. Sale: Hey, there's a light up ahead. Sale: More importantly, have you heard the rumors about Polpo's fortune? Mario: Rumors? JoJo-main: ,I don't know where the end of the universe is, and I don't know jack about that, either. Sale: Before Polpo went to prison, JoJo-main: ,he converted some of his fortune into jewels and gold Sale: and hid them somewhere. Sale: He has a hidden fortune. Sale: It's too much to even deposit in the bank, and he kept it secret from the organization. Sale: No one was stupid enough to look for it while Polpo was alive. Sale: But now that he's dad, that fortune doesn't belong to anyone. Sale: It's free money. Sale: It's said to be worth about five billion lire. Mario: Five billion? Mario: If I had that much money, JoJo-main: ,I'd be heading to Monaco or Japan with a girl on each arm. Sale: Nah, I'd rather work my way up. Sale: If I can climb up to capo with that money, I can taste honey that's even sweeter. Sale: But who knows where it's hidden... Mario: No one knows? Sale: Nah, and this is just what I'm thinking... Sale: But Polpo was such a fatty, he couldn't even go outside on his own. Sale: Do you think he could hide a fortune worth five billion on his own? Sale: He must've had someone do it for him. Sale: Someone who's good at keeping their mouth shut... Sale: Though I'm not sure anyone like that actually exists. Sale: But Polpo liked Bucciarati. Mario: Bucciarati? That's one of the thugs from Naples, right? Sale: Yeah. If anyone could've hidden it, it's him. Sale: And now that Polpo's dad, Bucciarati should be making his move... Sale: to get the five billion lire that's just been freed up. Sale: I'm sure that even Bucciarati wants money. Sale: Hey, Zucchero! Sale: That bastard Zucchero actually left! JoJo-main: ,Did he seriously believe that? Sale: If you're actually going to trail Bucciarati, I'd be careful. Sale: Apparently, he and his subordinates are Stand users. Rome___a_m_,Sign: Naples : a.m. Nara: Hey, Fugo. Nara: It's such a nice day outside. JoJo-main: ,It wouldn't hurt to skip out on studying for one day. Nara: I'm just not feeling it today. Waiter: Thank you for waiting. Here's your strawberry cake. Fugo: Listen, Narancia. Mista: Set it there. Waiter: Yes, sir. Fugo: You're amazing. Fugo: It's hard to ask someone to teach you something JoJo-main: ,when you haven't really even been to grade school. Fugo: But you even learned your multiplication tables! Fugo: You can do this. Just do as I've taught you. Fugo: You've got a good head on your shoulders. Fugo: Okay, ready? What's six times five? Nara: Six times five... Six and five... Nara: Thirty? Fugo: Correct! See? I knew you could do it! Fugo: You're basically halfway there! Nara: I see! Six times five is thirty! Okay! Mista: Hey, what's the deal with this?! Fugo: What do you mean? It's strawberry cake. Mista: Yeah, I can see that by looking at it! Mista: It's obviously not chocolate cake or cheesecake! Mista: That's not the point here! Mista: There are four slices of cake! Mista: Do they want me to die?! Fugo: Again with this, Mista? Mista: You moron! JoJo-main: ,It's bad luck to choose one from four! Mista: Choosing from five is fine. Mista: Choosing from three is fine. Mista: But when you choose from four, something bad will happen! Mista: When I was a kid, another kid adopted a kitten from JoJo-main: ,a litter of four that was born in our neighborhood, Mista: and then the cat scratched his eye right out of his head! Mista: Of course, he bat the cat to death later. Fugo: That's just an old wives' tale. Fugo: If you think about it rationally, Fugo: when people eat a cake one slice at a time, JoJo-main: ,someone's going to have to take one of the last four slices. Mista: That's the thing, though! Mista: This is when the restaurant should be more considerate and just bring us three slices! Mista: Talk about shitty service! Fugo: Jeez... Don't eat it, then. Mista: But I want some strawberry cake! Nara: I did it! Nara: I did it, Fugo! How's it look? Fugo: You're finished? Let's have a look. Fugo: What is this? Nara: Am I right? Crunch,Sfx: Crunch Fugo: You stupid delinquent! Are you messing with me?! Fugo: How many times do I have to teach you this before you learn?! Fugo: You shit-for-brains! Mista: Oh, boy. He's lost it now. Bg fugo: You just said six times five was thirty, so why the hell is your answer even less?! Mista: Hey, Abbacchio, are you gonna eat that cake? Nara: What? Nara: Did you just call me shit-for-brains? Nara: It's not good to look down on others. Nara: I'll kll you. I'll kll you, Fugo. Fugo: You bastard... Bruno: What the hell are you guys doing?! Bruno: I could hear you all the way from the entrance! Bruno: You're bothering the other customers! Bruno: This is the new member I told you about yesterday. Bruno: Let me introduce you. This is Giorno Giovanna. Gio: I'm Giorno Giovanna. Gio: It's a pleasure to meet you. Nara: I'm sorry, Fugo. Fugo: No, I should apologize. Fugo: Please forgive me, Narancia. Nara: I'll study even harder, so teach me again. Bruno: Hey! Bruno: I'm the one who brought him here, so be respectful! Guy: Mr. Bucciarati. Bruno: What is it? Guy: There's a phone call for you. Bruno: All right, thanks. Bruno: Make sure you guys properly greet Giorno! Got it? Bruno: Giorno, I'll be right back. Bruno: Take some time to get to know these guys. Gio: All right. Abba: Giorno, was it? Abba: Why don't you have a seat? Abba: Let's have some tea and chat. Guy bg: Here you go, Mr. Bucciarati. Bruno: Thanks. Bruno: This is Bucciarati. Bruno: All right. Guy: Is something wrong? Bruno: No. Menini: Bucciarati! Bucciarati, do you have a second? Bruno: Oh, hello, Ms. Menini. Bruno: What's the matter? Menini: I'd like to ask a favor. Could we talk outside? Bruno: Of course. Abba: Well, drink up. Abba: How old are you? Gio: Fifteen. Nara: Fifteen? Ha, you're two years younger than me. Gio: Thank you for the tea. Abba: What's wrong? JoJo-main: ,You just thanked me for the tea that I so generously poured for you. Abba: Since you already thanked me for it, you'll just have to drink it. Abba: Or do you not want to drink it since it's not very hot? Mista: Maybe he doesn't want to drink it because he doesn't want to be one of us. Bruno: What the hell are you guys doing?! Gio: It's nothing. Gio: He went to the trouble of pouring this tea for me. Nara: No freakin' way! Bruno: What did you guys do? Nara: Gross! He actually drank it! Mista: D-Dude, you're hilarious! Did you seriously drink it? Fugo: No, there's no way he could have! Fugo: Hey, how'd you do it? Where'd you hide it? Msita: Hey, come on. Just tell me! Okay? Gio: Who knows? JoJo-main: ,You're all keeping your abilities secret, too, aren't you? Abba: So he's a Stand user? Gio: What I did with the liquid in the cup is... Gio: I used my ability to change one of my teeth into a jellyfish, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,which is percent liquid, to suck it up. Fugo: Is it, like, some ability to move things? Mista: Open your mouth. There's no hole in there, is there? Nara: You actually drank it for real? Bruno: I'm not sure what it is, JoJo-main: ,Was that your favorite or something? Bruno: but there's something about Giorno Giovanna that makes him hard to dislike. Fugo: If you guys tell me about your powers, I might tell you mine. Giorno: You're cautious. I respect that. Mista: Does Bucciarati know? Giorno: Yeah. Bruno: They're not exactly a team yet, but we don't have any time to wait. Bruno: This has to be decided now. Bruno: Quit screwing around. We're going out. Nara: Huh? Where? Bruno: Follow me and you'll find out. Hurry it up. Lady: Bucciarati! How are you? Guy: Oh, Mr. Bucciarati! Scooter: Hey, Bucciarati. Scooter: Come by my shop again sometime! Bruno: I will! Mista: Hey, what are we going to do about a car? Abba: We got a loaner. Fugo: Since a certain someone destroyed our last one. Giorno: As I suspected, the citizens trust him. Mista: Hey, I told you that wasn't my fault! Menini: Bucciarati, this is my friend, Menini: and she's in a bit of trouble because her son is beating her. Menini: Right? Bruno: I see. That's rough. Bruno: I'll give him a talking-to. JoJo-flashback: ,What's your son's name? Lady: Thank you. Lady: He's usually such a sweet boy. JoJo-flashback: ,But lately, he's been getting into drugs... Menini: Bucciarati, I've been living in this neighborhood for fifty years. Menini: But lately, I've been so anxious. Menini: Who's making them sell those drugs? Menini: I'm so scared. Menini: Hey, you're going to protect us, aren't you, Bucciarati? Menini: You're on our side, right? Bruno: Yeah... I'll take care of it. Bruno: I'll figure it out. Nara: We're going cruising on a yacht? JoJo-main: ,That's awesome! Abba: When did you get a yacht? Bruno: We're going to rent one. Abba: Huh? Nara: Aw, it's just a rental. Mista: Say, Bucciarati... Mista: Whatever you do, please don't rent that one with the number . Mista: It'll sink. I know it. Fugo: Oh, come on... If that were the case, it wouldn't be floating there now. Mista: Shut up! Mista: Then you can ride on that one! Bruno: We'd like to rent a yacht. Guy: Of course! You can use whichever one you like. Mista: Other than ! Bruno: All right. Sir, I'd like the one on the far left. Guy: All right. Let me get you the key. Bruno: For now, I'd like to rent it for three days. How much will that cost? Guy: Oh, I could never ask you for money, Mr. Bucciarati! Guy: Use it as long as you'd like. Bruno: Thanks. Nar: Ring me up, pops! Fugo: This feels nice. Mista: Hey, Narancia... Hey! Naran: Huh? Mista: Well, uh, you know... Mista: You bought drinks, didn't you? Would you sell me one? Nara: What? You always say that, but you never pay! Mista: Oh, who cares? Gimme one! Come on, hurry! Gimme! Nara: You're so helpless. naraa: You want a cola or Sparite? Mista: I'll take a co— Actually, a Sparite, since it's clear. Nara: Here you go. Mista: Thanks. Could you hold this magazine for me? Mista: Thanks, and thanks again... Nara: Huh? What's wrong with this thing?It just stopped working! JoJo-main: ,Why'd it stop? Nara: I just bought it! Nara: Damn it! How dare he sell me something like this?! Nara: That stupid old guy from the electronics store is gonna regret this! Mista: Hey! Mista: Come on, Bucciarati! Hurry up and tell us where this boat's headed! Bruno: Fine. We're far enough away from the shore now. Bruno: We're headed to Capri. Abba: Capri? Fugo: We're not going there as tourists, are we? Bruno: Correct. Mista: Then why are we going there? Bruno: This morning, the capo Polpo committed su1c1de. Mista: What? su1c1de?! Polpo did? Nara: No way! Fugo: But why? Bruno: It doesn't matter why he died. Bruno: Polpo was a capo who did things that'd get him klled. Fugo: But what does he have to do with why we're going to Capri? Bruno: Polpo actually has a secret fortune. Bruno: It's worth... Bruno: ten billion lire! Abba: T-Ten billion? Bruno: I'm the only person who knows where it's hidden. Bruno: I'm the one he ordered to hide it. Bruno: That ten billion now belongs to us! Bruno: With that money, we can claim the rank of capo! Nara: A-Awesome! Fugo: He's definitely a man who's going to the top. Fugo: Just like I thought, he's going to become a capo! Abba: He earned this opportunity Abba: by working diligently enough to be acknowledged and liked by a capo. Abba: Amazing. Mista: Seriously? This took a sudden turn for the awesome. Nara: Where is it? Nara: Where'd you hide that kind of fortune on Capri, Bucciarati? Bruno: I can't tell you that yet. Bruno: Rumors of his hidden fortune have made the rounds in the organization. Bruno: No one can find out before we secure the money. Nara: B-Bucciarati! Bruno: Hey! Something's wrong! Bruno: Did something happen, Narancia? Mista: Narancia! Mista: What the heck are you doing? Mista: H-Hey, come look at this! Gio: There's only one shoe left... Abba: Give that here, Giorno! Fugo: I don't quite understand what's going on. Fugo: Where did Narancia go? Bruno: You guys didn't see it? Bruno: To me, it looked like Narancia got pulled into this box. Fugo: What? Mista: That's impossible! JoJo-main: ,He didn't randomly fall into the ocean, did he? Abba: Narancia, where are you? Mista: Hey, Narancia! If you're just fooling around and hiding... Hup! Mista: Hurry up and answer us! Bruno: Narancia, where are you? Giorno: Narancia! Answer us! Fugo: Mista? Fugo: What are you doing, Mista? Fugo: Mista? Fugo: Where did you go, Mista? Bruno: It can't be... Fugo: Come on, Mista! Fugo: Why are you messing around now— Bruno: Fugo? Bruno: Hey, Fugo! Abba: What? Giorno: What's going on? Bruno: Abbacchio, Giorno, stay close to each other! Bruno: We're being attcked! Bruno: There's someone hiding somewhere on this boat! Bruno: This is a Stand attck! Abba: But why now? Bruno: The money. Bruno: Someone found out that I knew where the money was, Bruno: and they're trying to steal it. Bruno: Which means they're from the organization. Abba: Does that mean they've been quietly tracking us ever since we were on the shore? Bruno: Looks that way. Bruno: They probably grew impatient because I wouldn't just say where the money is. Bruno: They intend to get rid of everyone but me, then make me cough up the location. Bruno: And they can take their time, since we're on the ocean with nowhere to run. Abba: Are you saying Narancia and the others are dad? Bruno: I didn't say that. Bruno: But it's for ten billion. JoJo-main: ,They'd even kll someone from their own organization for that. Giorno: No, Narancia and the others are alive. Giorno: They're somewhere on this boat. Giorno: I don't know if this person is trying to use them as hostages, Giorno: but they're alive. Abba: Giorno Giovanna, Abba: how the hell can you be so sure about that? Giorno: I used my Stand to turn Narancia's shoe into a fly. Giorno: The fly is trying to return to its owner, Narancia. Giorno: If Narancia was truly dad, it wouldn't be flying around searching like that. Bruno: Can you locate him? Giorno: He's alive... He's alive, but... Giorno: It's not going down into the cabin or in the locker. Giorno: The fly's not trying to stop... Giorno: It keeps flying around that area looking for Narancia. Abba: What the hell is his ability? Bruno: Just shut up and listen. Giorno: Narancia is somewhere near the entrance to the cabin. Giorno: That's a fact. Giorno: But for some reason, the fly can't find him, so it's lost. Giorno: I think it's safe to assume that we'll find the enemy wherever Narancia is. Giorno: Which means the enemy isn't just randomly hiding behind something. Bruno: I see. JoJo-main: ,So if we don't figure out the mystery behind the enemy's ability, Bruno: getting too close without knowing could get us klled. Giorno: Correct. JoJo-main: ,But the fact that their ability requires them to attck while hidden is a shortcoming. Giorno: If we can figure out the mystery behind it, we'll be able to defeat them. Bruno: Abbacchio, your Stand... Bruno: might be perfect to defeat such an enemy. Giorno: Defeat? Giorno: Can you solve this mystery with your ability? Abba: Hard to say... Bruno: Damn it, Abbacchio! Bruno: You'd better not be hung up on stupid shit at a time like this! Abba: Stupid shit? JoJo-main: ,No. Abba: This has to do with my safety. Abba: I can't just carelessly reveal my Stand ability Abba: in front of a stranger that I can't trust. Abba: Bucciarati, Abba: I don't know what made you trust this guy, Abba: but I don't consider him a part of the team. Bruno: If we don't figure out the enemy's location, we're going to be klled! Abba: And I'm saying that's just this untrustworthy brat's hypothesis. Abba: He just came up with it out of fear. He didn't see anything. Bruno: Abbacchio! Abba: The enemy is just hiding somewhere in the cabin. Abba: I'll find them and take care of them. Giorno: If we get close without figuring out the mystery, we're going to get kil— Abba: Shut your mouth! Abba: You stupid little brat... Giorno: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream. Abba: What are you talking about? Giorno: You can solve the mystery, right? Giorno: I'm counting on you! Bruno: Giorno! Bruno: What the hell are you doing?! Crunch,Sfx: Roar Bruno: G-Giorno! Bruno: There's an enemy over there! Bruno: Shit! Bruno: Giorno's in trouble! Bruno: Abbacchio... Abba: Giorno Giovanna... You're one crazy bastard. Abba: All this to prove yourself... Abba: What the hell is wrong with you?	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x05 - Find Polpo's Fortune! / Let's Find Polpo's Fortune!"}	foreverdreaming
Nar: Leone Abbacchio became a police officer after graduating from high school. Nar: This was due to his strong sense of justice. Nar: But soon after he became a police officer, his lifelong dream, Nar: Abbacchio realized there were many contradictions that came with this job. Nar: The police were supposed to risk their lives to save others, Nar: while those very people they were risking their lives to protect Nar: were the ones who were stealing, injuring others in ht-and-runs, Abba: Hey, you two! Nar: and throwing rocks at police cars, breaking their windshields. Guy: Honey! Abba: Are you all right? Guy: Hey, you! Guy: You're a cop, aren't you?! Nar: The masses were unappreciative, Nar: demanding, and irresponsibly discredited and insulted the police, Nar: asking, "What are the police even doing?!" Nar: Even if the police risked their lives to arrest criminals who were lower than scum, Sign: "Serial Burglar Isacco Finally Arrested!" Sign: "A Whole Group Wiped Out" Nar: the law for the masses was rather lenient as long as they had money, Sign: "Isacco Releasedon Million Lire" "Victims Furious" Nar: and they would be released. Guy: Quit causing us so much trouble. Isacco: My bad. Guy: It doesn't matter now. Guy: We just have to find more people to rip off. Nar: Eventually, Abbacchio started to learn from these contradictions. Pimp: Come on, Officer. Pimp: Cut us some slack. Pimp: That girl's father is swimming in debt, so she needs the cash. Pimp: It's not like we're hurting anyone. Girl: Hey, are you done yet? Girl: I've got a client waiting. Pimp: I know, I know. Abba: Even if I were to arrest them, they'd just post bail and be released. Abba: The only difference is they pay either me or the court and their lawyers. Pimp: You're a very passionate man, Pimp: and a very passionate police officer. Nar: One night, they received a report that a shop was being robbed. Guy: Abbacchio! Go around the back. Abba: Freeze! You're under arrest! Pimp: H-Hey, it's you. Pimp: Looks like I messed up. Abba: You're... Guy: He's been sht in the head. Pimp: Hey, couldn't you just pretend that you didn't see me? Pimp: Come on, let me go. Pimp: I won't cause you any more trouble. Abba: No! You're under arrest! Pimp: Come on, think this through... Pimp: If I get arrested, the fact that you took a bribe from me will get out, too. Pimp: That gn's really dangerous... Pimp: Could you point it somewhere else? Guy: Abbacchio! He has a gn! Pimp: Ow! It hurts, God damn it! Pimp: I'm gonna die... Pimp: I'm gonna die... Pimp: I'm gonna die... Pimp: I'm really gonna die... Nar: That moment was the end of Abbacchio's future. Nar: Not only was he charged for being a dirty cop, Nar: but he allowed his partner todie because of his actions, Nar: and that was a cross he'd have to bear for the rest of his life. Nar: It was then that his body and soul plunged into darkness. Nar: No matter who died, or even if he lost a limb or two, Nar: his heart would probably never be moved again. Bruno: Abbacchio, wasn't it? JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Moody Jazz's Counterattack Gio: You can solve the mystery, right? Gio: I'm counting on you! Bruno: Giorno! Bruno: What the hell are you doing?! Sfx: Roar Bruno: G-Giorno! Bruno: Giorno's in trouble! Abba: Giorno Giovanna... Abba: You're one crazy bastard. Abba: All this to prove yourself... Abba: What the hell is wrong with you? Gio: Y-You bastard... Gio: Th-This Stand... Bruno: Use your Golden Wind to defend yourself! Bruno: I-Impossible! Bruno: Giorno... Where are you?! Abba: Don't go down there, Bucciarati. Abba: Actually, stay back. Abba: It's not that I trust Giorno Giovanna as one of us, Abba: but Giorno seems to believe that you won't abandon him. Abba: He does some pretty crazy shit. Abba: Giorno Giovanna... Abba: What if that had actually klled you? Abba: So, again, Bucciarati, don't go down there. Bruno: Th-That fly... Bruno: Narancia's shoe... Bruno: Giorno's powers haven't disappeared yet. Bruno: Does that mean Giorno's alive? Abba: They're here, Bucciarati! Abba: Narancia and the enemy are below deck! Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: Narancia, Fugo, Mista, and Giorno aren't here! Abba: Maybe they're right under where the fly is. Bruno: It's just like Giorno said. Bruno: The enemy's not just hiding in some locker or behind something to attck... Abba: Hey. The fly's coming around now. Bruno: That's strange... Bruno: Where is the enemy going? Bruno: How and where is the enemy hiding? Abba: Regarding this enemy's abilities... Abba: I hate to admit it, but it looks like I'll have to accept what Giorno was saying. Abba: I'll use my Stand to solve this mystery! Abba: But... This spot's bad news, Bucciarati! Abba: Moody Jazz! Abba: Does Narancia from five minutes ago work? Bruno: Yeah. That should be fine. Abba: Is the fly all right? Bruno: It's heading toward the bow. Bruno: Now's our chance. Do it quickly. Abba: Yeah. Bruno: What's that noise? Abba: His headphones. Abba: Five minutes ago, Narancia was listening to his boombox. Nara: Huh? What's wrong with this thing?It just stopped working! Nara: Why'd it stop? Bruno: This isn't it. Nara: I just bought it! Bruno: Narancia was attcked a little after this. Nara: Damn it! How dare he sell me something like this?! Abba: I'll try fast forwarding and searching. Nara: That stupid old guy from the electronics store is gonna regret this! Bruno: That ten billion now belongs to us! Bruno: With that money, we can claim the rank of capo! Nara: A-Awesome! Nara: Where is it? Bruno: That was my voice. Nara: Where'd you hide that kind of fortune on Capri, Bucciarati? Bruno: It was right after this conversation that Narancia was attcked! Bruno bg: I can't tell you that yet. Bruno: We'd better be able to see just how he was attcked, Abbacchio. abba: My Stand replays everything. abba: We'll be able to see everything, from Narancia's sweat to his pulse. Abba: And it'll follow him everywhere. Bruno: It's about time. Bruno: Let's get behind Narancia. Bruno: He's about to be attcked! Bruno: L-Look! It's the same wound Giorno had! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFA&\c&HBAA&}Roar! Bruno: It's coming! Bruno: Th-This is... Bruno: He's deflating like a balloon losing air! Sign top: Mario Zucchero Sign bot: Tender Machine Bruno: Air is leaking from his wound, deflating him. Abba: Looks like we know what the enemy's abilities are now. Bruno: He's being pulled in! Bruno: Pause it, Abbacchio! Bruno: I see... So he's inside the pipe. Bruno: This is the answer to our mystery. Bruno: His nails, flesh, and bones are all floppy like a condom, Bruno: even his shoe and his belt buckle, Bruno: but he still has a pulse. Bruno: Just like Giorno said, he's alive. Bruno: So that's what's going on... Bruno: The enemy is also doing this to his own body, Bruno: hiding in pipes or between the planks or walls, Bruno: and he's dragged in Mista, Fugo, and Giorno, as well. Bruno: That explains why Giorno's fly can trace the general area, Bruno: but can't pinpoint exactly where they are. Abba: We figured out the enemy's ability. Abba: Now all we have to do is chase the enemy, Abba: find out where Narancia and the others are and save them, Abba: and then bat the shit out of the guy. Abba: I'm resuming Moody Jazz's replay. Bruno: Chase? Wait a second, Abbacchio! Bruno: While you're replaying, you can't attck or defend yourself. You're totally defenseless! Bruno: It's dangerous to go into the pipe. Abba: I know exactly where Moody Jazz is going. Abba: When that bastard is near, use your zippers to open the floor and get him! Abba: We can't defeat the enemy if we don't chase him, Bucciarati! Abba: It went left. Abba: That's where he got Mista. Abba: Moody Jazz is going right underneath that ring buoy. Abba: It's going around toward the cabin where it got Fugo and Giorno. Bruno: So the enemy is moving them around while keeping them captured. Abba: It's moving much slower... Abba: That's where the bastard was hiding earlier. Abba: On the inside of that rope fastener! Abba: The enemy's right below the deck there! Bruno: The enemy's coming for us. Bruno: I'm not sure if he knows that we know his ability, but... Abba: Bring it on! Abba: The pipes! Cut through them and get them outta there! Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: Th-They're not there! Bruno: Where's the enemy, Abbacchio? Bruno: Where's your Moody Jazz? Where are they? Abba: Right there. Abba: It's my Stand. I know where it is. Abba: It's right around there. Bruno: Right around where? Abba: I'm telling you, right where you opened up! Abba: My Moody Jazz is definitely right there! Bruno: Where are they? Abba: Where are they? Abba: Impossible... It's definitely right here. Abba: Does this mean there's a mystery we haven't solved yet? Bruno: This isn't good! Bruno: Undo the replay and call your Stand back! Abba: I already did. Abba: Something's wrong... Abba: What wall is this? Abba: Where the hell are you? Abba: Did you hear that, Bucciarati? Abba: That's the sound of the inside of a pipe. Abba: We can't see it, but Moody Jazz is definitely right there... Abba: inside the pipe. Bruno: What are you doing? Bruno: The enemy's right there! Abba: The pipe's wide open, but it's in the pipe... Bruno: It's coming closer... Abba: So it's right here... Bruno: We need to run! Abba: Run? Abba: That Giorno Giovanna, whom I hate, told me to solve this mystery. Abba: He's an annoying little brat, Abba: but I'm going to solve it! Bruno: Abbacchio... Bruno: It's coming! Abba: There's one more mystery surrounding this enemy. Abba: I'm finally starting to see it. Abba: I'll solve this and kll that bastard! Abba: That awkward feeling I got when I saw the mast... Abba: Back then... Bzzzzzz,Sfx: B{\c&HCDE&}zzz{\c&HAADA&}zzz Bruno: It's right there! Call back your Stand! Abba: I've figured out the other mystery! Bruno: Abbacchio... Abba: kll him... Bucciarati! Abba: This mystery... Abba: The place the enemy's hiding... Bruno: You're being dragged in! Grab on to me! Bruno: Damn it! Bruno: He's not there... Bruno: Where did he go? Bruno: What? Bruno: You bastard... Bruno: Where did you take Abbacchio?! Bruno: He's not in the cabin or the drainage pipe... Bruno: Where are you hiding Abbacchio and the others?! Mario: The fact that there are seagulls flying around... Mario: must mean we're getting close to shore. Mario: Looks like you're finally all alone, Bucciarati. Bruno: You bas— Mario: Oh, hang on one sec. Mario: Ah, ah, ah! Mario: I'm the one who's gonna do the talking here. Mario: Shut your trap until I tell you to answer my questions, damn it! Mario: Very good. Mario: I can finish you off at any time, and your crew is still alive, Mario: but in suspended animation. JoJo-main: ,You should be grateful. Mario: I could've klled them and thrown them into the sea, Mario: all chopped up nicely so the fishies could eat them easier. Mario: Depending on your actions, I may even consider turning your crew back to normal. Mario: All you have to do is tell me where Polpo's secret fortune is! Bruno: Are you from Passione? Mario: You really... Mario: don't get it at all. Mario: I'll mrder you, you little shit! Mario: Listen up! All you're allowed to say is where the money is! Mario: Just try and utter any other word from that asshle of a mouth! Mario: For every word you say, I'll kll one of your friends! Mario: Say, "What?" and I'll kll them! Mario: Stay silent, and I'll kll them! Mario: If I find out you're lying later, I'll kll them again! Mario: Got it? Mario: Speak cautiously and very carefully. Mario: Now, then, let me ask you... Mario: Where's the money hidden? Bruno: Black-tailed gulls. Mario: Sorry, where? Bruno: Those aren't seagulls. Bruno: They're black-tailed gulls. Bruno: How do you tell them apart? Bruno: The ones that sound like they're meowing are black-tailed gulls. Bruno: You called them seagulls, but you were wrong. Bruno: They're black-tailed gulls. Mario: I'm gonna kll one now! Bruno: Just try it! Better hope youdon't get dragged down! Mario: Wh-What the hell are you doing?! Bruno: I didn't punch the deck earlier to find where Abbacchio was. Bruno: It was to put a hole in the bottom of the boat. Mario: A h-hole?! Bruno: Abbacchio figured out where you were, Bruno: and he was kind enough to show me... Bruno: where you are and how to know for sure. Bruno: It was Abbacchio's blood. Bruno: Abbacchio intentionally hurt his hand and showed me the blood trail. Bruno: The blood trail didn't go down below the deck! Bruno: It was cut off right on the deck! Bruno: So what does that mean, and where was he dragged to? Bruno: I rented the yacht that was on the left. Bruno: Abbacchio realized that when he looked up at the sky. Bruno: I know where you are, so if you don't wanna drown, Bruno: you'd best come out. Bruno: There were two boats! Baaaaaa,Sfx: Bwaaaaa Mario: You bastard... Bruno: You were hiding by thinly covering this yacht with another one. Bruno: You were traveling through the thin gap between them and attacking us from there. Bruno: No wonder we couldn't figure it out. You get points for that. Mario: Stay back, Bucciarati! Mario: I'll kll your friends! Bruno: You should know better than anyone that Bruno: you couldn't survive in a gng if a measly little thrat like that scared you. Bruno: Give up, and I'll forgive you. Bruno: But the moment you sab Abbacchio... Bruno: I will end your life. Fwip,Sfx: Fwip Bruno: It's just as Giorno said. Bruno: The fact that you had to hide to att*ck is your weakness. Bruno: You're way too slow. Pop,Sfx: Pop Bruno: Abbacchio! Abba: Well done... Bruno: Abbacchio, Bruno: what's important isn't the end result. Bruno: It's how you get there. Bruno: Join my team. Bruno: Don't die bound by your past.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x06 - Moody Blues' Counterattack / Moody Jazz's Counterattack"}	foreverdreaming
Naranr: O-Ow! Hey, right here... Naran: Hey, Fugo... Could you take a look right here? Fugo: Oh, dear. You've definitely got one. Fugo: It's pretty big. Naran: Ow! That hurts! Naran: Quit it! Don't touch it! Naran: God damn it, you bastard! Naran: You're gonna pay for that, you piece of shit! Naran: I've got a bump on my head because of you! Naran: I hope you're prepared! Naran: Take this! And this! Fugo: Seriously! Who do you think you are?! Abba: You bastard! Gio: Hey, something fell off him. Gio: Let's see... Gio: Mario Zucchero. His home address is in Rome. Gio: So he's a gangster from Rome. Mist: So is that thing on your face garbage? Mist: Or is it a piece of seaweed? Mist: It looks like it could be seaweed, but it also looks like it could be a piece of plastic. Mist: It'd break my heart if it's actually garbage, Mist: because it'd mean that this beautiful ocean is polluted. Mist: Mind if I take a closer look at it? Mist: Hey. Mist: I asked you if you'd mind if I took a closer look at that. Mist: Answer me when I ask you a question, would you? Nar: Capri. Nar: When the ancient Greeks colonized various lands in the Mediterranean Sea, Nar: they looked for places with the most beautiful scenery in the world. Nar: One of those locations happened to be Capri. Nar: Its blue sea, its sparkling sky... Nar: But in sharp contrast, it also had a shoreline JoJo-internal/narrator: ,made up of white precipices, making it look like a fortress. Nar: During the age of the Roman Empire, there was an emperor who made JoJo-internal/narrator: ,this island his vacation home and didn't return to Rome for ten years. Nar: Bruno Bucciarati and his crew are about to land on this island JoJo-internal/narrator: ,in order to claim Polpo's secret fortune of ten billion lire. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Six bllts Appears, Part Gio: Bucciarati, let's start to make a course toward land. Gio: I've been looking for a while now, but there isn't a single boat following us. Gio: No one should know that this boat is heading to Capri. Bruno: Yeah, there are no boats, but... Bruno: The problem is whoever that guy heard about the secret fortune from. Bruno: I have a hard time believing he followed us on his own. Mista: You seem very interested in these, but they're not mine. JoJo-main: ,They were inside the boat. Mista: Which would you prefer me to use? JoJo-main: ,The glasses or the fishing line? Mista: We need some answers from you. Mista: If we don't get some, we'll be in danger. Mista: You have a partner, don't you, Mr. Zucchero? Mista: And they're also a Stand user, aren't they? Mista: That's why I'll be using these. Mista: You don't even want to bother telling me which one you'd like me to use? Mista: If you won't pick one... Mista: I'll just have to use both! Mista: Well? Do you feel like talking now? Nara: Ma-ri-o Zuc-che-ro. Heaven, Hell, or the th Circle of Hell... Nara: Heaven, Hell, or... Nara: The th Circle of Hell! Nara: He's headed for the th Circle of Hell, according to this name divination! Mista: If you're not going to tell us the name of JoJo-main: ,your partner who's coming after us and their Stand ability... Mista: You should probably start worrying about your other eye, Mr. Zucchero! Abba: Quit playing around, you dumbasses. Abba: Damn it, come here and look at this. JoJo-main: ,He was using the radio on the boat. Bruno: Sounds like you found something with Moody Jazz's replay. Bruno: Let's have a look. Abba: This whole boat was flat, but we'll be able to see him JoJo-main: ,in -D now that it's back to normal. Abba: Giorno! JoJo-main: ,I have no intention of showing you my Stand! JoJo-main: ,Turn around. Abba: I'll do you a favor and let you hear its voice, at least. Abba: When I was watching the replay of him, he started using the boat's radio. Abba: He's contacting someone. mario: I've already made four of them my hostages. mario: All that's left is Bucciarati and one other. Mario: I'll have this taken care of in no time. Mario: They were heading... Mario: to Capri! Mario: They haven't mentioned where the money's hidden, though. Mista: Hey, what do we do about this? JoJo-main: ,He told them where we're heading! Mario: After I get rid of his five friends, I'm gonna make Bucciarati cough it up. Over. Sale: Was that yacht named Lagoon? Sale: What's your current location? Mario: We're about two hours out from Capri. Mario: Bucciarati is wary of anyone following him, so he's taking a very roundabout route. Sale: Got it. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'll take a high-speed boat and wait for you at Capri. Sale: Dock at Marina Grande. Over and out. Abba: That's the end of the conversation. The radio cut off. Fugo: How could this be? Fugo: This isn't good. With a high-speed vessel, JoJo-main: ,they can get from Naples to Capri in thirty minutes! Mista: That means they're definitely already on the island! Naran: Who is it? Who the hell was on the radio? Mista: I'm going to make this guy tell us who it is, no matter what! Bruno: No, he's a hardcore gangster. JoJo-main: ,It'll probably take some time to get anything out of him. Bruno: He probably won't say anything today. Bruno: Besides, he might not know what his partner's Stand looks like. Bruno: It's very possible his partner's kept it secret even from him. Mista: Then what are we supposed to do? Mista: What if we just come ashore like this? Mista: If they find out we're the ones on this boat instead of Zucchero... Fugo: Also, if this boat doesn't arrive at Marina Grande in about an hour... Fugo: They guy on the radio is sure to think something happened to Zucchero. Fugo: If that happens, who knows if we'll be able to get the money? JoJo-main: ,In fact... Fugo: I have my doubts we'd make it back to Naples in one piece! Abba: What are we going to do, Bucciarati? Bruno: There's no time to hesitate. Bruno: We should at least outfox the guy. Bruno: I'll somehow get to the island first and— Gio: Before this boat docks, Gio: all we need is someone to head to the island first and get rid of the guy. Nara: What the hell are you talking about? Nara: Are you sure you're not stupid? Nara: Get to the island before this boat? JoJo-main: ,What are we supposed to do? Swim there? Gio: Yes. Nara: Huh?! Gio: I can change this ring buoy into a fish. Gio: If I have it pull me, I'll be able to get to the island faster than this boat. Gio: Of course, since it's my Stand, I'll be the one going. Gio: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream. Gio: I want that ten billion lire. Gio: We have to use that money to make Bucciarati a capo Gio: and move our way up the ranks. Bruno: Giorno... Abba: You're going to go? All right, fine. JoJo-main: ,You've got some good ideas, boy. Abba: But sadly, you don't know this guy's name or what he looks like. Abba: Capri is filled with tourists. Abba: How the hell are you going to find him? Mista: I agree with Giorno's plan. Mista: Even if we don't know who this guy is... Mista: If he's waiting for Zucchero to arrive in this boat, Mista: I think there's a high possibility that we can attck first Mista: rather than wait for him to attck. Mista: So how many people can that fish pull, Giorno? Mista: My Stand, Six bllts, is made for klling. Mista: It's perfect for situations like this. Mista: I'll be going, too. Sign: Six bllts Sign: Guido Mista Gio: It took us quite a while to swim from the yacht to the island. Gio: We have minutes before the time JoJo-main: ,Zucchero was supposed to meet up with the man on Capri. Gio: That's about all the time we have left. Mista: Giorno, how does the marina look? Gio: Not good. JoJo-main: ,Just as Abbacchio said, there are a lot of tourists. Gio: And they all look like they're waiting for someone. Gio: They're probably just waiting for sightseeing vessels, but... Gio: Mista, you have a plan to find the guy among that crowd of tourists Gio: in the next minutes, right? Gio: What... are you doing? Mista: It's way past lunchtime. Mista: I'd prefer to go to that restaurant over there, JoJo-main: ,but it's probably a bad idea to have lunch at a restaurant JoJo-main: ,right in front of the marina. Mista: I don't know what this guy looks like, Mista: but he probably knows what I look like since I'm on Bucciarati's team. Mista: That goes for you, too. Gio: I have no idea what you're talking about, Gio: but listen, Mista. Gio: I know we said about minutes, JoJo-main: ,but if he's the panicky type, we might only have about ten. Gio: Maybe even five. Gio: He may get suspicious when the Lagoon doesn't come into port JoJo-main: ,and figure out that something happened to Zucchero. Gio: If that happens, we won't have a chance to find him. Gio: We have to make our move imme— Mista: And I told you, this is my lunchtime! Mista: Lunchtime is for lunch! Mista: Even boutiques and bookstores in this country honor lunchtime. Mista: No one works if they don't have their lunch. Mista: I'm not saying I'm like that, Mista: but these little guys pretty much expect it. bllet: Lunchtime! bllet: Give us food! Mista: Here you go, guys. Lunch is served. Mista: Tuscan salami is delicious! JoJo-main: ,Delicious! JoJo-main: ,This is the best! JoJo-main: ,Hey, gimme that! Mista: Hey, come on now, Number ! Mista: Stop making Number cry! Mista: Stop fighting. There's enough for all of you. Mista: They all believe that they do the most work, JoJo-main: ,so they have the right to eat more than the others. Mista: I work so hard not to play favorites. Mista: Number ! Quit crying already! Gio: What are they? JoJo-main: ,How many of those things do you have? Mista: Hey, don't call them "things." Mista: They get pissed off when they're treated like pets. Mista: There are six of them, JoJo-main: ,and there isn't a Number because four is bad luck. Mista: There's one for each bllet. Gio: For each bllet? Mista: This guy here keeps rushing us. Mista: Could you guys take your nap after your work is done? bllts: Hell no! Mista: Hey, Number ! Mista: I keep telling you not to ht the others! Gio: Mista! Mista: I'll convince these guys to work. JoJo-main: ,So, Giorno... Mista: You get the radio out of that plastic bag. JoJo-main: ,There'll be a feast after we do this job! JoJo-main: ,Let's do this, you guys! Mista: Listen up. I'm going to sneak up to the security watchhouse JoJo-main: ,and hide in its shadows so that no one sees me. Guy: Is there anyone waiting for a yacht named Lagoon? Guy: We've received a transmission from a Mr. Zucchero on the Lagoon! Guy: Please come to the boat watchhouse! Guy: Is there anyone waiting for a yacht named Lagoon? Guy: We've received a transmission from a Mr. Zucchero on the Lagoon! Mista: He might decide to be cautious and not answer the radio call... Guy: Please come to the boat watchhouse! Mista: Or he might get excited and run out, thinking the hiding place JoJo-internal/narrator: ,of the ten billion lire has been found. Mista: This is a gamble, Guy: Is there anyone waiting for the Lagoon? Mista: but the one who comes to the boat watchhouse JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to answer that radio call is our guy. Guy: We've received a transmission from a Mr. Zucchero! Mista: Giorno, if anyone comes near the watchhouse, give me a signal. Guy: If you're waiting for the Lagoon, please come to the boat watchhouse! Mista: I'm gonna sh*t the guy who takes the radio call! Mista: But Bucciarati told me to not kll him, so I'll miss any vital points. Mista: Or at least, I'll try. Gio: No one's making a move yet... Gio: No one's heading over there. Guy: Is there no one? Guy: No one's waiting for the Lagoon? Guy: There's a transmission from Mr. Zucchero! Gio: No, there's no one. Nothing. Gio: He's supposed to be somewhere on this island. Gio: Is he just being too cautious to answer the radio call? Sale: Did something happen, Zucchero? Sale: Why did you request an announcement? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Is there a problem? Over. Gio: What's going on? Gio: No one's heading toward the watchhouse. Gio: He's there! How?! Gio: This isn't good. Does that watchhouse have a back entrance? Gio: He's already inside the watchhouse! Gio: It's too dark to see his face. Gio: Mista hasn't realized he's in there! Gio: At this rate, the guy's going to realize this is a trap and run! Gio: I have to let Mista know! Mista: What? The guy's coming to answer the radio call? Mista: Which one is it? Mista: Who's heading toward the watchhouse? Gio: N-No! Gio: He's not heading there! Gio: He's already inside! Gio: Don't come out! Gio: He's by the window! Sale: That guy is... Sale: one of Bucciarati's guys! Sale: Didn't Zucchero take care of him on the yacht? Gio: Mista! Behind you! Gio: He's on the radio! Mista! Gio: Damn it! He can't hear me. Gio: It's better than him not noticing! Gio: He's already there! Gio: Mista! He's already on the radio! JoJo-main: ,Come on! Pass, pass, pass! Mista: Go, Six bllts! Menace,Sfx: Menacing bllet: Here we go! bllts: sht! Bazoo,Sfx: Bazoo bllts: Yay! bllts: Heck yeah! bllts: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Gio: D-Did he get him? Guy: Wh-Who the hell are you?! Guy: Wh-What was that noise? Mista: gn. Mista: Did it bother you? JoJo-main: ,It probably wasn't as loud as in the movies. Mista: But if it did bother you... Mista: I'm sorta busy right now, Mista: so I'll listen to your complaints later. Mista: Guess Giorno just can't wait. Mista: So there was a rear entrance... Mista: Meaning he came through this door and got on the radio. Mista: Either he was being cautious JoJo-main: ,or he's just used to always going through the back door. Mista: Still... JoJo-main: ,Good job, bllts! bllet: Yay! bllet: Leg! bllet: Leg! Hey, hey! bllet: We got his right leg! bllet: We sht him right through his right leg! Mista: Yeah, you sure did. Mista: Now he won't get away! Mista: There are a bunch of people outside... Mista: And this side is basically a cliff. Mista: There's no way he could climb up. Mista: He must be scurrying about right now. Mista: If he were to hide somewhere... Mista: He must be in that truck. Mista: If he's a Stand user, his Stand is probably close-range and extremely powerful. Mista: If he was a remote-control type, he would've attcked me by now. Mista: In that case, the guy who just got sht in the leg Mista: is probably hiding behind the truck, Mista: trying to lure me as close to him as possible so that he can att*ck. Mista: Well, it's not like he's going to get me, even if I get close to him. Mista: He's probably just beyond there. Mista: But so long as we don't know what his Stand is, Mista: going over there alone isn't a safe plan at all. Mista: I should wait for Giorno and— Mista: Well, I guess that option's out. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The guy's in the driver's seat. Mista: He must've jump-started the engine. Mista: It'll be bad news if this truck gets away right now. Mista: Damn it! This isn't good! Mista: I haven't seen his face yet! Mista: Giorno probably hasn't, either! Mista: I don't know what his Stand is yet, but I don't have a choice! Mista: This is for the ten billion and Bucciarati! Mista: Eat lead! Gio: Mista!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x07 - Sex pstol Appears, Part 1 / Six bll*ts Appears, Part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Gio: All we need is someone to head to the island first and get rid of the guy. Mista: It's perfect for situations like this. Mista: I'll be going, too. Gio: Mista! He's already on the radio! Six: sh*t! Bazoo,Sfx: Bazoo Mista: Damn it! This isn't good! Mista: It'll be bad news if this truck gets away right now. JoJo-EpTitle,Mista: Episode Six bllts Appears, Part Nar: Guido Mista's way of life ever since JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he was little was to live it as simply as possible. Nar: He loved to sleep and found joy in looking at branches JoJo-internal/narrator: ,in the morning sun, watching the clouds go by, Nar: the scent of wine, and having a bite of cheese. Nar: Whenever he spotted cute girls, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he would talk to them, even if they sht him down. Nar: If he ran out of money, Nar: he would jump any jerk badmouthing movie stars Nar: in front of the cinema and take their money. Nar: At times, he'd get his ass whooped so badly that the police had to intervene, Nar: but Mista lived a very happy life nonetheless. Nar: Being simpleminded could be taken as an insult, Nar: but Mista always felt that JoJo-internal/narrator: ,overthinking things invited fear into one's heart, which was bad. Nar: When Mista turned , he learned from a certain incident Nar: that people have pre-determined destinies. Nar: When they're young, people may find themselves JoJo-internal/narrator: ,at a standstill or taking the long way around at times, Nar: but they ultimately end up traveling the path they were destined to walk. Nar: On a clear summer night, Mista was wandering around like he usually did. Girl: Mista! Mista: Hey, wanna go have some fun? Girl: Sorry, we have plans. Girl: Ciao! Mista: Sure. Lady: No! Let go of me! Thug: Shut your mouth! There's no point in resisting! Thug: Shut up! Quit your screaming! Nar: The woman being punched in the parked car was half-naked. Nar: She was bleeding from her nose and mouth, and about to lose consciousness. Nar: For a moment, Mista hesitated to get involved, but... Thug: Y-You bastard! Nar: Because he's so simpleminded, his body acted on its own. Thug : You bastard! What do you think you're doing to our bro?! Thug: You little shit! Nar: No matter how close you may be, there is no guarantee Nar: you'll ht your target just because you pulled the trigger. Nar: When you're panicked or in a hurry, Nar: you end up pulling the trigger even if your gn isn't facing your target. Nar: Both of the shts the hooligan fired Nar: went under Mista's arm and disappeared into the darkness. Thug: The hell?! Thug: S-Stay back! You hear me?! Nar: Three, four, five, six shts! Nar: Unbelievably, they all faded into the darkness. Nar: Then his panicked friends started sh*ting. Nar: At this point, this is nothing short of a miracle, Nar: but not a single sht ht Mista. Nar: Meanwhile, Mista was astonished at his own state of quiet concentration. Thug: What the hell's going on? Thug: Wh-Who is this guy?! Thug: Bro! Thug: Wh-What are you— Nar: After stealing one of the gn and some bllts, Nar: Mista calmly loaded the cylinder, Nar: and pulled the trigger as calmly as a nurse inserting a sht Nar: into a patient's arm. Nar: He pointed the gn at their faces and sht four perfect shts. Nar: Of course, this was his first time klling someone, Nar: but he didn't hesitate or feel any remorse. Nar: In a helpless situation, Mista made the decision to cut through the shadows. Mista: Eat lead! Mista: The driver of the truck must be its owner, Mista: because... JoJo-main: ,his right leg isn't injured. Mista: I wasn't planning to kll you, but... Sale: O-Ow! Sale: Damn it! You sht me twice, you piece of shit! Mista: Quit moving! I'm going to aim properly this time, damn it! Mista: How could I say something so lame?! Mista: That's not what I meant! Mista: I was supposed to ask how that bastard didn't die Mista: after I sht him in the head! Mista: Did the bllet just happen to miss his brain? Sale: That was so charming of you, Mista. Sale: Your name is Mista, isn't it? Sale: I heard that you have even more friends on Capri, JoJo-main: ,but you're the only one who's seen my face. Sale: Isn't that right, Mista? Sale: After that little trap you set for me with the radio, Sale: I wound up getting sht twice in that surprise attck, Sale: but if I face you head-on with my Stand, Arts & Crafts, Sale: I can easily deflect a bllet from a puny little pstol. Sale: By the way, I was a bit too busy to count, Sale: but how many bllts was that in all, huh? Sale: You fired four on this truck... Sale: And I'm pretty sure you fired two back at the watchhouse in Marina Grande. Sale: Right? I counted correctly, didn't I, Mista? Sale: Now I can get close enough to bat the shit out of you safely, right? Mista: Shit. I need to reload! Mista: Wh-What the?! Mista: Y-You're kidding me!My left hand won't let go! Mista: Whoa! Mista: Hey! How long are you gonna keep driving?! Stop the damn truck, you dumbass! Guy: Yeah... Someone stop it, please. Guy: Someone stop this truck! This thing is... Sale: Think about it for a sec. JoJo-main: ,Why was I nice enough to let you know that you were out of bllts? Sale: Did you think it was because I'm a nice guy? Sale: Mista... JoJo-main: ,I only told you because I knew you could no longer escape from this truck. Sale: The driver also can't let up on the gas pedal, Sale: nor can he let go of the steering wheel. Sale: I told you because you won't be able to reload JoJo-main: ,with your left hand stuck to the truck. Mista: Those are the bllts that the bastard's Stand deflected. Mista: They've stopped in mid-air, like they're fixed in place JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and moving in conjunction with the truck. Mista: Fixed in place... Mista: He must've used his ability to affix the bllts into place mid-air, Mista: and to affix the driver and me onto this truck. Mista: His ability is to fix something he's touched into place. Mista: The bllet I sht at him was also affixed to his skin at the opening of the wound Mista: and hasn't actually penetrated his head. That's why he hasn't died! Sale: To tell you the truth, Mista, Sale: I'm ecstatic that you attcked me. Sale: So much that I'm willing to forget the fact that you sht a bllet at my head. Sale: I mean, it was up in the air if Polpo's fortune actually existed or not. Sale: It's just a rumor among some thugs, after all. Sale: But the fact that you attcked me means it actually exists! Sale: I'm overflowing with hope and motivation! All right! Sale: I can passionately steal the ten billion from that bastard Bucciarati! Sale: I told you it would be easy for my Stand to deflect your bllts! bllts: Yee-haw! Sale: Wh-What?! Another bllet showed up from the shadows? Sale: He fired two bllts in a single sht? Sale: Is that Mista's Stand? Sale: But... Sale: I can still deflect it somewhat! bllts: Hell yeah! Mista: Well done, Six bllts Number and Number ! Mista: And now that we've thrown you from the truck, Mista: there's nothing more to worry about! Sale: Ow! You sht me again, you bastard! Sale: But... you're not getting away. Sale: This is for ten billion! You're not getting away! Mista: There is a way to defeat him. Mista: But he's strong... That's a fact. Mista: Will I be able to do it? Sign top: Sale Sign bot: Arts & Crafts Giorno: Blood... Gio: A vehicle... Gio: The enemy and Mista are in a car, heading toward the top of the island. Gio: Will I be able to catch up with them? Gio: Either way, I need to find a car to chase them in. Mista: Four bllts? Mista: What the hell's going on? JoJo-main: ,I only have four bllts! Mista: Why do I only have four left? Seriously! One: Mista, it's because you dropped some bllts! bllet: You dropped them, dummy! bllet: Four is unlucky. Five: Don't put all four in there. It'll just be bad luck. Guy: I-I can take my hands off the wheel! JoJo-main: ,Yes! My feet can move, too! Guy: Now I can finally stop! Mista: Don't you dare stop! Guy: Huh? B-But you told me to stop the truck earlier! Mista: And what I'm saying right now is more correct, at least when I'm talking to you. Mista: Listen up. I want to go back to Marina Grande. Mista: My buddy's back at the marina. JoJo-main: ,There has to be another way back there. Mista: I won't harm you. I'll even thank you if you take me back. Mista: Got it?! Mista: That bastard stops the bllts at the surface of his skin so they don't penetrate his body. Mista: The ability to fix things in place... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,How am I supposed to bat him? Mista: If I can just sh*t into his mouth... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The inside of his body should be defenseless. Mista: He might actually die. Mista: But I only have four bllts left. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Damn it, talk about unlucky! Mista: Three would've been much better. Mista: Now that I've seen his face and know who he is, I don't need to do anything dangerous. Mista: It'd be much safer to meet back up with Giorno at the marina. Mista: I have extra bllts with the rest of my things, too. Mista: Th-That bastard! Mista: Impossible! He scaled the cliff already?! Mista: Hey, stop the truck! Guy: Huh? Now what? Mista: Stop the truck, I said! Mista: Hurry it up! Guy: Th-That's the guy from earlier! Sale: Mista... JoJo-main: ,There's no way in hell I'm going to let you tell your buddies who I am! Sale: I'm not letting you get away, Mista! Mista: He can affix rocks in the air, just like the bllts? Mista: He climbed up here like he was using a ladder? Mista: Why the hell did you stop the truck, you dumbass?! Guy: Huh? Mista: Drive! Guy: Huh? Wait, what? Mista: Full speed ahead! You'll be sorry if you stop! Mista: If you want to settle things right here, right now... Mista: Let's do this! Mista: Driver, don't you dare stop the truck! Sale: Just gotta tap it slightly with my finger... Sale: Even if it's just slightly, if I tap it over and over, Sale: it'll just keep building up force in the place where it's affixed. Sale: I can't ht it too hard. Sale: It'll throw off my aim, and my enemy will figure out which way it's going to fly. Sale: And then... I let it loose! Bam,Sfx: Bam Mista: What?! Sale: It came back to you, Mista. Sale: Those three Stands of yours that you just fired lost control and flew off. Sale: Just a little at a time... JoJo-main: ,You just keep tapping it with just a little bit of force. Sale: Just like tapping an SOS in Morse code. Sale: The aim's not perfect, so I can't use it on things that move around too much, Sale: but I can definitely use it on you right now! Mista: Th-This really sucks... Mista: Talk about bad luck. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Four is always the absolute worst for me. Mista: Ever since I was a kid... Mista: There are just some misfortunes you can't see. Mista: Still, other than that, it's a good number. Mista: I only have one bllet left, but this means the worst is over, right? Mista: Now the number's one, damn it! Seven: Number ! Number ! Group up! Seven: We're all gonna group up on this last sht! Seven: This is the the last of them, so give it your all! All: Yeah! Sale: Stay put, Mista! JoJo-main: ,Don't you try to sh*t me again, you dumbass! Sale: Just look at this distance! No matter what abilities your Stand uses on the bllts, Sale: or how many you fre,I clearly have the upper hand. JoJo-main: ,I have plenty of time to defend myself! Sale: You've realized by now that it's impossible to bat me, haven't you, Mista? Mista: If I told you... Mista: that I only have one bllet left in this chamber, would you believe me? Mista: I'm telling you the truth. JoJo-main: ,I only have one bllet left. Mista: If I sht it and you somehow manage to deflect it, Mista: I'll be out of bllts. Mista: You'll find out anyway, so I might as well tell you now. Mista: If I miss this last sht, you'll see that I'm out of bllts! Mista: Though messing up is hypothetical right now... Mista: I'm definitely going to sh*t you with this one, final bllet! Sale: What are you pointlessly rambling on about, Mista? Sale: It doesn't matter to me how many bllts you have left. Sale: Whether you fre a single bllet or a hundred, you can't defeat me! Mista: It's not pointless at all. Mista: You're definitely going to let your guard down JoJo-main: ,now that you know I only have one bllet left. Sale: This is pointless. Five: He's gonna use his Stand! Seven: Leave it to me! Seven: Let's go! We only have one target! JoJo-main: ,Give it your all! Sale: You're aiming for the inside of my mouth. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Am I wrong? Five: He opened his mouth on his own! Six: He's not going to defend himself! Seven: We'll just have to charge right in! Sale: I knew it. Sale: Ow! Sale: I knew you were aiming there... Sale: At the inside of my mouth! Sale: That's what any normal person would think... Sale: That I shouldn't be able to use my ability to affix things inside my body. Sale: It's a pain in the ass to guard myself, so I opened my mouth for you! Mista: Impossible... JoJo-main: ,He can even affix things inside his mouth to guard against the bllet? Sale: Damn... This really freakin' hurts! Sale: But... it looks like you weren't lying about that being your last bllet. Sale: I see you're not shting again. Sale: You done now, Mista? Sale: If you're finished... Sale: The launching power on this baby... Sale: is more than ready, Mista! Sale: Take this! Release! One: He really did let down his guard. Six: He let his guard down because Mista was out of bllts! Seven: We just wanted to get closer to him, Seven: because the closer we get, the better we can aim! Sale: Wh-What?! Sale: Wh-When did they— Sale: Shit! They're too close! One: Here we go, boys! One: Aim! Sale: Arts & Crafts! Defend! Sale: The bllet split in two?! Sale: It won't matter if he gets one more clean ht on me, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,but... he's not aiming for that, is he? Sale: That's not good. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Don't tell me... he's aiming for that! Sale: That's— Mista: I aimed for the same wound. Mista: If I sht another round at the one that's stopped in your head, Mista: it's going to push it just enough to dig further into your skull! Mista: I mean, if you're invincible enough to withstand that too, I'm sorta screwed, but... bllts: We did it! bllts: Yes! bllts: Yes! Mista: Come on, Number . JoJo-main: ,I keep telling you to not bully Number , jeez... Mista: He's still somewhat alive, even though he's got a bllet in his brain. Mista: Guess your Stand really is invincible. Mista: Bucciarati told me not to kll you, but... Mista: Hey, we're going back! Back to the marina! Guy: What do you want?! JoJo-main: ,What the hell is with you guys?! Guy: Damn it. Guy: Who the hell do they think I am? JoJo-main: ,Telling me to stop, then go... JoJo-main: ,I'm not a freakin' taxi, you dumbasses! Guy: How dare you thrat me?! Guy: I'll let you off the hook for now, but next time I'm gonna let you have it! Gio: I'm terribly sorry, but I'm chasing someone. Gio: Could you take me to the top of the island in this truck? Gio: Quit wasting time! I'm desperate here! JoJo-main: ,You're gonna drive! Got it?! Guy: Y-Yes, sir...	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x08 - Sex pstol Appears, Part 2 / Six bll*ts Appears, Part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Mista: Ow... Fugo: Yeah, you're going to have to go to the hospital. Mista: I know that! I'm asking you to do something in the meantime! Fugo: Very well. Mista: H-Hey, Fugo, you aren't— Mista: Hey! Mista: What the hell is this?! Nara: Staples! JoJo-main: ,But wow, it actually closed up, just like closing a comic book! Fugo: Narancia, could you wrap up his stomach with masking tape now? Nara: Sure thing. Mista: You sure this isn't going to get infected? Nara: Don't worry about a thing. Mista: Actually, you know, I kinda like it. Bruno: Would you pipe down? Bruno: Well done, you guys. Bruno: Thanks to you, we were able to get to Capri safely. Bruno: Zucchero, who attcked us on the boat,and the guy Mista handled JoJo-main: ,are both passed out on the boat. No need to worry about them anymore. Nara: Then let's hurry up and go to the place where the ten billion lire is hidden! Abba: Where did you hide it, Bucciarati? Abba: A hidden safe at the bank? JoJo-main: ,Or maybe you buried it in a cave on the island? Bruno: Could you wait just a bit longer? Fugo: Why's that? Fugo: Why are you so worried about the time? Nara: Shh! Nara: Hey, you guys. We're still in here, so how 'bout it? Nara: Can't you do the cleaning later? Trish: Does your name happen to be Toilette? Nara: Huh? What was that? Trish: If your name is actually Toilette, that would mean this is your house. Trish: You can boss around anyone you want in your own house. Trish: But if that isn't the case, you've got no right to boss me around. Nara: Huh? Hey, wait, dumbass! Nara: Didn't you hear me? I said not to go in there! Crack,Sfx: Crack Nara: Wh-What the hell do you think you're doing?! Nara: You want a piece of me?! Abba: What's going on? Fugo: A new enemy? Nara: I'll kll you! Bruno: Wait! Bruno: Everyone, stop Narancia! Nara: Why did you stop me?! Bruno: Could you be... Peri: That voice... JoJo-main: ,It appears we've kept you waiting. Bruno: All of you, bow. Bruno: This is Mr. Pericolo, one of the capos of Passione. Peri: I came to accept the ten billion lire, Peri: Bucciarati. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The First Mission from the Boss Bruno: I contacted him as soon as we reached the island. Bruno: Mr. Pericolo came all this way to accept the money. Gio: One of Passione's capos... Bruno: Thank you so much for coming all this way, sir. Peri: No, no. I'm the one who said I wanted to come. Peri: All of you, lift your heads. Peri: You must be the newbie I heard about. Gio: Yes, sir. Peri: Bucciarati's told me all about you. Prei: Now that you've joined Passione, you're basically family. Peri: You're free to call me Mr. Pericolo. Gio: Thank you, sir. Peri: You, there. Sorry about earlier. Peri: This one doesn't like being touched. Nara: Sure. JoJo-main: ,You... Fugo: You mean, "Yes, sir!" Bruno: Mr. Pericolo, JoJo-main: ,why are you dressed up as a janitor? Peri: There's a perfectly good reason for this. I'll tell you later. Peri: More importantly, you do have it, don't you? Peri: The ten billion lire to hand over to the organization. Peri: Yes, sir. Right here. Mista: What? What did you just say?! Fugo: He said it's right here! Nara: Here?! Mista: Bucciarati, where is it? Fugo: All I see are urinals... Plop,Sfx: Plop Abba: I-It was inside the urinal?! Mista: I mean, that's as safe as it gets, but... JoJo-main: ,Sucks to be the guys who've been peeing there this whole time! Peri: Yup... It's real. Peri: This necklace alone is worth at least seven or eight hundred million. Peri: Bucciarati, Peri: I won't bother asking how you got this fortune. Peri: All the organization cares about is that you have the money. Mista: Wait, you're already putting it away? Nara: C-Could I just touch it a little? JoJo-main: ,Maybe even smell it? Peri: The reality this fortune shows us is that the owner is intelligent and trustworthy. Peri: Congratulations, Bucciarati. JoJo-main: ,You've been promoted to the position of capo. Nara: H-Hell, yeah! He's a capo! Nara: Bucciarati's finally a capo! Peri: You'll be taking over Polpo's turf, now that he's dad. Peri: You'll be overseeing the gambling, money-lending, JoJo-main: ,and smuggling at the harbor, as well as the restaurants and hotels in Naples. Peri: Fifty percent of the profit will go to the organization, and the other fifty will be yours. Mista: That's amazing! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He earned authority just like that! Mista: With Bucciarati's brains and popularity, he'll be rolling in the cash in no time! Mista: But the ball suddenly started rolling as soon as this newbie Giorno joined. mistA: Is he some kind of lucky boy or something? Peri: By the way, Peri: I know you just took over for Polpo, Peri: but he had left one job unfinished. Peri: Of course, you'll be taking on any jobs that Polpo had, Bucciarati. Peri: Are you okay with that? Bruno: A job that Polpo left unfinished? Peri: It's a direct order from the boss. Bruno: The... boss? Abba: The boss... Mista: The boss no one's ever met? Nara: An order... directly from him? Peri: Correct. I'll tell you right here and now. Peri: You'll be guarding the boss's daughter, and risking your lives doing so. Peri: That's all. Nara: Daughter? Gio: The boss... Fugo: Did you say "daughter"? The boss has a daughter? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The boss we were eventually going to track down and defeat has a daughter? Peri: You'll start guarding her right now. I've handed her over to you. Bruno: Handed her over? Gio: Bucciarati! Gio: Could that guy be... Gio: No, not "guy." Gio: She must be the boss's daughter! Bruno: That's her? Trish: Do you mind if I go to the bathroom? Peri: That's fine, Trish. Bruno: For now, stay by her side. Bruno: The order is already in effect. Peri: Bucciarati. Peri: Her name is Trish Una, and she's fifteen years old. Peri: "Una" is her mother's maiden name, not the boss's family name. Peri: Trish hasn't met the boss once in her life. Peri: Bucciarati, as you're well aware, no one knows who the boss is. Peri: But of course, even the boss has a past, especially when he was young. Peri: Two months ago, a woman named Donatella died of illness in Calabria. Peri: A few days before her death, she asked that a man named Solido Naso be found. Peri: That man was Trish's father. JoJo-main: ,I'm sure she was just trying to look out for her daughter's well-being, Peri: but... bruno: Naso doesn't exist. JoJo-main: ,Because that was one of the aliases that the boss used when he was young. Bruno: Correct? Peri: Beware of anyone trying to look into the name Naso. Peri: Anyone with any status in Passione is very cautious about that. Peri: Just trying to look into the boss's past would mean JoJo-main: ,challenging the organization itself. Peri: Word about Donatella eventually spread. JoJo-main: ,Word spread even more when it came out that she had a daughter. Peri: Of course, the boss caught wind of this, as well. Peri: The boss's decision was immediate. Peri: Through a few other men, he gave me the order JoJo-main: ,and placed her in my custody soon after her mother's death. Peri: The boss must've known immediately. Peri: He didn't know she existed until now, JoJo-main: ,but he knew for a fact that Trish was indeed his daughter. Peri: And right after I took Trish into my custody, Peri: we found out that someone was after her life. Peri: If the boss's order had come even thirty minutes later, JoJo-main: ,Trish most likely would've been kidnapped by them, and then... Peri: mrder. Bruno: Who is it? Who's after her? Peri: People who have betrayed the organization. Peri: We don't know how many of them there are. Peri: They're trying to defeat the boss and take over his drug trffick routes. Gio: Drugs... Peri: They're under the impression that Trish knows a secret about the boss. Peri: They want information so that they can defeat the boss. Peri: But Trish is just a frail little girl who knows nothing. Bruno: How long will we be guarding her? Peri: One week... Actually, it could even be less. Peri: It's just until the boss finds those traitors and gets rid of them. Peri: Leave this island immediately and hide her somewhere. Peri: The only ones who know that Trish is with you are the boss and myself. Gio: Mr. Pericolo. Gio: You said that order was supposed to go to Polpo, correct? Gio: Which means... Peri: The enemies are Stand users... Peri: I'd say that's a safe assumption. Peri: They're most likely moving as a team, as well. Peri: We don't yet know how many there are. Peri: I don't have a Stand ability. JoJo-main: ,This is all I can do for you. Peri: I'll contact you again if I learn anything else. Trish: Um... Fugo: M-Me? Trish: Yes. Is it with you... um... JoJo-main: ,Am I going to be with you now? Fugo: Yes, that's correct. Fugo: But it'll be all six of us. Fugo: We will be risking our lives to protect you. Trish: I see. JoJo-main: ,Then would you mind taking off that jacket? Fugo: My jacket? Why? Trish: Just hurry up and take it off. Trish: It's not as if I want to see you shirtless or anything. Fugo: V-Very well. Trish: I don't have a handkerchief, so go buy one for me. Trish: Also, some stockings and Givenchy Blush No. . Trish: The stockings need to be reinforced at the thighs. Trish: Get the latest issue of Italian Vogue, too, Trish: and some mineral water. Trish: I'd rather die than drink one that's not from France, though. Trish: When you're done gawking at the scenery, go buy that stuff for me. Gio: Guard the boss's daughter, huh? Gio: So we suddenly have a connection to the mysterious boss that I've been looking for. Gio: This is definitely worth doing. Gio: If we can see this through, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Bucciarati will be able to gain the same level of trust that Polpo had. Gio: But if we fail, it'll mean our lives. Gio: All six of us are well aware of that fact. Form: What's your problem? Calm down. Form: I'm just trying to pet you. Sign: At : this morning at Naples Prison, Polpo sht himself in the head. Form: Hey, come on. Form: Quit struggling! I can't read it. Jeez... Form: "At : this morning at Naples Prison, Polpo sht himself in the head." Form: Well, damn... I was sure it'd be Polpo. Form: Who is it, then? Form: Who's the one guarding Trish, who disappeared? Find_them,Sign: Find them Find_them,Sign: Find them Form: Well, then... Form: "Find them," eh? Form: But was anyone as reliable as Polpo? Form: Only a capo would be tasked with such an important job. Form: And someone with Stand abilities. Form: Did anyone else like that exist? Sign: BucciaratiNew Capo Sign: Abbacchio Sign: Mista Sign: Fugo Sign: Giorno Sign: Narancia Sign: We're just thugs right now,but we're going to workour way up the ladder! Sign: If they attck us,we'll kll them Sign: BucciaratiNew Capo Sign: Abbacchio Sign: Mista Sign: Fugo Sign: Giorno Sign: Narancia Sign: We're just thugs right nowbut we're going to workour way up the ladder! Sign: If they attck us,we'll kll them Sign: PericoloHas the boss's trust.Just a capo. Sign: Mysterious Boss(Villain) Sign: We're going to defeat the boss andmake a klling from his drugs. Sign: Find them and get rid of them. Sign: Protect my daughter! Sign: Daughter(Trish) Sign: yrs Sign: The boss's daughtermust know something about him. Sign: We're taking herhostage regardless Sign: We were ordered to guard her.Orders are absolute.We'll guard her with our lives. Sign: We're also bad,but we believe it's morallywrong to profit from drugs.(We'll find out yourtrue identity one day) Sign: Team of Traitors (Villains) Sign: We don't know how many there are,but they're definitely Stand users Sign: Polpo's death bringschaos to the organization(The bow and arrow no longer exist) Nara: And that's it for shopping. Nara: Surroundings are all clear. Nara: Let's see... JoJo-main: ,If I go this way and turn here, I'll end up back on this street, Nara: and then head in the opposite direction. Nara: Okay! Fugo: Narancia, listen carefully. Fugo: That's a list of food and other things you need to buy. Fugo: These are the keys to the car. Fugo: You can do this, Narancia. Fugo: I know you can pull it off. Nara: Okay. Fugo: Listen carefully. No one knows anyone is at this hideout, Fugo: not even the people at the winery in the vineyard out front. Fugo: Once you're done shopping, try going in circles on the same path over and over again. Fugo: Also try U-turning every once in a while. Fugo: Check to see if anyone's following you. Fugo: Then, come home after switching over to the other car JoJo-flashback: ,that I arranged just in case in one of the city's parking lots. Fugo: No one else knows that we're guarding the boss's daughter, Fugo: but if someone's looking for us, the last thing we want them to do is follow us. Fugo: Do you understand? JoJo-flashback: ,Someone needs to go shopping. JoJo-flashback: ,It's very important. Fugo: But we have to make absolutely sure no one finds out about this hideo— Nara: Jeez, I get it already! Nara: Leave it to me! Fugo: Okay, now repeat all the steps I just explained to you from the beginning. Nara: Huh? Nara: Once I'm done shopping, JoJo-flashback: ,I drive around in circles in the vineyard out there— Nara: Ow! Fugo: Wrong! Quit messing around! Again, from the beginning! Nara: Huh? Nara: Um... Nara: Drive around so I don't get dizzy— Nara: Urgh! What the hell is your problem?! Nara: Come on, Abbacchio! JoJo-flashback: ,Tell him to stop jabbing me with the damn keys! Nara: I'm older than him, damn it! Fugo: Letting him go shopping is a mistake! Abba: You two will have to figure out whether or not you should be jabbed on your own. Abba: But with Narancia's Stand ability, he should be able to stop anyone tailing him. JoJo-flashback: ,That's why Bucciarati ordered him to go shopping. Nara: So basically, that means I just need to make sure I'm not followed back here, right? Nara: By anyone who might follow me! Nara: Something's wrong. Nara: It doesn't look like anyone's following me, Nara: but something feels off. Nara: I've got a bad feeling about switching over to the other car that Fugo prepared, too. Nara: Huh? Form: Come on already. Form: Where exactly are you headed, huh, Narancia? Nara: That came from below! Form: Hey, so, where are you headed? Form: You keep looking behind you. JoJo-main: ,Are you being followed or something? Nara: Who the hell are you?! Get outta the car! Form: Whoa, whoa, whoa, talk about scary! Form: I'm the one asking the questions here. Form: Don't answer a question with another question. That's rude. Nara: Shut up! Get the hell out of my car, you dumbass! Form: You're not leaving me with any choice. Form: My name's Formaggio. Form: I'm a member of the organization. Form: You already know that Polpo died yesterday, right? Form: Yet everyone on your team just happened to disappear at once. Nara: Shit... He's bad news. Nara: He shouldn't know the truth, but he's definitely after us. Form: Right when I had something important to discuss with you guys... Nara: I-Is he a Stand user? Form: Narancia, I finally managed to find you, but why are they gone? Form: Where's Bucciarati and the rest of your squad? Nara: Who knows? JoJo-main: ,I have no idea where they are right now. Nara: Did you check the restaurants around here? Form: This car... Form: It's a rental, isn't it? Form: Bucciarati was the one who rented it. Form: If you didn't know that, why the hell are you in this car? Form: Well? Nara: I-I always drive around in Bucciarati's cars. Nara: I'm seventeen, so I don't have my own car yet. Nara: That's why I'm borrowing his. Form: Oh, yeah. Did you hear? Form: Apparently the mortician is trying to figure out how the hell to cremate Polpo's corpse. Form: They can't figure out how to get his body into the furnace. Form: They're just gonna have to chop him up into tiny pieces, aren't they?! Nara: Shut up! Form: Hey, you think so, too, right? Nara: Huh? Nara: What the hell? Th-There's no one here! Form: You actually fell for it. Form: Man, you're useless. Form: Say, Narancia, why are you guys Form: hiding somewhere when a capo's funeral is going on? Form: I'm gonna make you talk if I can't just follow you! Nara: Now you've done it, you asshle! Form: You're gonna tell me all kinds of things, right here and now! Nara: You bastard... Form: Huh? Nara: You bastard... Nara: I'll mrder you! Form: What the hell is that?! Nara: Li'l bmb! Form: So he's a Stand user... Tiny Feet! Nara: Shit! Nara: Look at how badly I'm bleeding! Nara: How dare you?! How dare you?! How dare you?! Sfx: Bada Bada Bada Nara: I'll kll you! I'll kll you! I'll kll you! Form: This is definitely not good... Nara: I'll kll you! I'll kll you! Form: Th-This little shit! Nara: I'll kll you! Form: Sh-Shit! He's out of his gddmn mind... Form: He's lost it and is shting anything in sight! Form: And I'm stuck in this narrow car with nowhere to run! Form: That's the most dangerous part of all this! Form: A-A bmb?! Nara: mrder him, Li'l bmb! Nara: How do you like that? And that?! And that?! And that?! Nara: Are you dad yet? Nara: Ow! Damn it! Nara: Did we do it? Nara: H-He's gone! Nara: Did the blast blow him away? Nara: But... there's not even a shred of his corpse left! Nara: Wh-Where did he go?! Form: Oh, come on... I'm right here. Form: I can make myself small. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,That's my ability! Form: Tiny Feet... All the other guys say this ability is worthless. Form: What determines if something is worthless or not is how you use your brain. Form: That's how it is with abilities. Nara: What the hell? I don't see him anywhere! Nara: How the hell?! Damn it, where did he go? Nara: Is he here? Nara: The same thing happened when he first showed up in the car! Form: Well, good luck in your search. Nara: Where the hell did he just pop up from? Form: I'm gonna be buying some time here. Nara: Now he's hiding somewhere! Form: A woman... Form: This bastard's bought stuff for a woman. Form: Stockings and blush...And it's high-end blush to boot! Form: Who's he shopping for? Form: Is it for his mom or his older sister? Form: No... Chicks are super picky about what they like, Form: so they buy fashion and makeup stuff on their own. Form: The only chick who'd have a guy buy stuff like this... Form: is a chick who can't leave her place for some reason! Form: This is becoming more and more suspicious. Form: Looks like my gut feeling was right! Form: As I thought, without a doubt, Form: the one who was ordered to guard the boss's daughter is Bucciarati! Form: In that case, I'll make sure I get Narancia to show me where they're hiding. Form: My ability should start working on him at any moment now... Nara: Damn it... That bastard's definitely somewhere around here... Nara: I'm sure he plans to follow me all the way back. Nara: But... Nara: I'm gonna find him and kll him! Nara: I just have to make it back without getting followed. Nara: I'm going to follow the orders I was given!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x09 - The First Mission from the Boss"}	foreverdreaming
Form: You're not leaving me with any choice. Form: My name's Formaggio. Nara: How do you like that? And that?! And that?! And that?! Nara: I'm sure he plans to follow me all the way back. Nara: But... Nara: I just have to make it back without getting followed. Nara: I'm going to follow the orders I was given! Guy: Did you hear that loud noise? Guy : I wonder what that was. Nara: Come back for now, Li'l bmb! Nara: That bastard is somewhere nearby, but I should get away from here. Nara: With all these people gathering, it'd be a bad idea to attck with my Stand. Nara: Huh? The bleeding's stopped already. JoJo-main: ,I thought he cut me really good, too. Nara: Huh? Nara: Where'd this Knfe come from? JoJo-main: ,This isn't mine. Nara: My Knfe's not this big. JoJo-main: ,Where'd mine go? Nara: These shoes aren't mine, either! They're way too big! Nara: Where the hell did my shoes go? Nara: There's something JoJo-main: ,weird about this seat... Nara: A-And this steering wheel. Nara: I-I can't reach! Nara: My foot won't reach the pedals,and this seat is huge! Nara: I can't see through the windshield! Nara: What the hell?! This car isn't mine, either! Nara: Where'd it go? Where'd the car I came here in go?! Nara: I can't get back without it! Damn it! Form: Is he actually that stupid? Form: Get a damn clue! You're shrinking! Form: The effects of the wound I gave you are finally starting to show! Nara: W-Wait, these are my shoes and Knfe. JoJo-main: ,Which means... Form: Did you finally figure it out, you moron? Form: But it's too late now. JoJo-main: ,You won't be able to drive like that! Nara: S-So this is that stalker guy's Stand ability? Form: You're gonna tell me where the boss's daughter is. Form: The battle's already gn. JoJo-main: ,No one can turn back now! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Hitman Team Trish: Hey, did you guys get my mineral water yet? Trish: I'm thirsty. Trish: I'm about to die from thirst. Mista: I'd actually like to have lunch soon myself. Mista: I mean, I'm fine, but I need to feed these little guys. bllts: Feed us! Gio: Narancia is indeed taking a while. Fugo: This is why I was worried about him going. Abba: Drop it, Fugo. How many times must you bring this up? Fugo: I'm not going to drop it! After I— Fugo: I-I apologize. Form: Anything cut by my Tiny Feet becomes small. Form: It does take a little while for the ability to go into effect, though. Form: The clothes and bandana you have on now are shrinking with you. Form: Your shoe and Knfe, which were separated from your body, have stopped shrinking, Form: which means that the more you shrink, the fewer things you'll be able to use. Nara: O-Oh, yeah! I need to get a hold of Bucciarati and the others! Nara: Ow! What the hell's with that automated door?! Nara: I'm still shrinking? Nara: This door... Nara: I've become so light that it won't open! Form: Exactly, you moron. Nara: Still... Nara: I have to get to that phone as soon as possible so they can help me! Nara: It opened, damn it! Form: It's useless! Form: It looks like you haven't realized this, but your clothes and wallet are shrinking with you. Form: You need a telephone card or coins to use the pay phone! Form: It only takes coins that are the right size! Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm Form: This guy might be smarter than I thought... Form: This isn't good. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Having his friends find out my ability is the last thing I need. Form: And if Bucciarati finds out about this, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he'll move the boss's daughter somewhere else! Form: That definitely can't happen! Form: I'm not gonna let that happen! Nara: H-He's here! That bastard's gotta be around here somewhere! Nara: Where are you? Are you hiding under the phone? Nara: Come out here, damn it! Form: This is perfect. Nara: Are you over here? Form: In a few more minutes, he'll shrink down to the size of a cockroach. Nara: Where are you?! Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm Form: His Stand's size and power will get so small, it'll be powerless, Form: and then I'll be able to trture the shit out of him. Form: Then I'll win! Form: I guess I don't have a choice. Form: He shouldn't be able to find me, but I just have to wait a little longer... Nara: I finally figured it out, you bastard! Nara: You're in my right ass pocket! Nara: Now I've got you! The ability to become smaller? Nara: Were you in my pocket this whole time? Nara: Damn it. But you sure are tiny... Form: Wait... How did he figure out I was in his pocket?! Nara: sh*t him dad, Li'l bmb! Form: T-Turn back! Nara: Wha— Nara: A b-ballpoint pen?! Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm Nara: Damn it! Where'd you go?! Nara: What the hell did you do?! Nara: That stalker bastard! Where are you?! Form: That was a close one. Form: When my Tiny Feet shrinks something other than myself, JoJo-main: ,it takes a while because of the energy it needs, Form: but when I turn things back to normal size, JoJo-main: ,I can do it instantly, like I did with that ballpoint pen. Form: The repulsion it created in that moment JoJo-main: ,was enough to send me flying over here. Form: But how'd he figure out that I was in his pocket? Form: Did I move around too much and tickle his ass? Form: I-Impossible! Form: I hid immediately! How'd it find me?! Nara: There you are! You're not getting away, you stalker bastard! Form: It's coming after me! Form: Th-This is bad! Tiny Feet! Nara: Wh-Where'd that bastard go?! Form: That was way too close. Form: If the air pressure from the tire hadn't sent me flying, I would've been done for! Form: But I'm sure it won't find me down— Form: Y-You can't be serious! Shit! Form: This Stand's ability isn't just shting endlessly! Form: It's somehow finding me, and it's definitely following me! Form: And it's not like it's seeing or hearing my movements. Form: That wouldn't explain how it figured out I was in his pocket JoJo-internal/narrator: ,or how it knew where the tire's air pressure sent me flying. Nara: I found you! You're down in that drain! form: I-It can even find me underwater?! Form: Tiny Feet! Form: D-Damn it! Think, think, think, think, think! Form: I can't die here! Nar: The Hitman Team has nine members. Nar: Formaggio is one of them. Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: years ago / Naples Guy: I'm planning to address the trash problem at next week's assembly. Lady: Are you sure it'll be okay? Guy: Don't worry. I'm just going to tell the Minister of Tourism the right answer. Guy: It's the same thing as usual. Lady: I always worry that you might be pushing yourself too hard. Lady: Dear, don't you think you're drinking too much today? Formaggio: What the hell, Pesci? JoJo-flashback: ,Are you drinking milk again? Pesci: B-But my stomach sorta turns when I drink espresso. Prosciutto: That's why you're such a mammoni, Pesci! Prosciutto: Just by drinking that milk, it's possible you're making us lamer by association. Pros: Why do you think we even bring you along, anyway? Pros: You need to correct things like that first. Pesci: O-Okay... Pros: So, Formaggio, how are things going? Form: That's all yours, Pesci. A little gift from me to you. Pros: Looks like things went well. Form: Yeah, the job's basically done. Form: Now we just have to watch it happen. Form: Let's get this over with and watch a soccer match. Sign: Narancia Ghirga Sign: Li'l bmb Guy: It was delicious. Guy: Thank you very much. Guy: We'll be waiting for your return. Form: All right, let's finish things off. Lady: That was wonderful. Guy: I'm glad I went with the white tod— Lady: What's the matter, dear? Are you in pain? Guy: Hey! What the hell are you doing parking here?! JoJo-flashback: ,Get outta the way! Guy: W-Wait, what's that coming out from underneath the car? Guy: Th-Th-That's blood! Form: All right, let's go home. Pros: What's the matter, Pesci? Did your knees give out? Form: We're back! Risotto: How'd it go? Form: Perfectly! Form: The guy's been blown to bits. Pros: But you ended up klling the chick he was with in the process, too. Illuso: I guess this job was perfect for your useless Stand ability. Form: Whatever, man. If you got a problem, take care of this yourself. Illuso: As much as I'd love to, the leader wants me to conserve Ghiaccio: Melone, how much was this job? Illuso: my ability until we absolutely need to use it. Melone: Twenty million lire. Ghiaccio: Damn, that's cheap! Risotto: Ghiaccio, calm down. We'll talk about money later. Risotto: More importantly... JoJo-flashback: ,Where are Sorbet and Gelato? Ghiaccio: Are they playing hooky? Illuso: Maybe they're getting it on somewhere. JoJo-flashback: ,They're a couple, aren't they? Form: And you call my Stand ability useless? Risotto: No, something's definitely wrong. Risotto: Gelato's one thing, but Sorbet would never miss out on a chance to get rich. Risotto: He's always made sure to show up to claim his share. Nar: Once an organization is established and starts to mature as a group, Nar: there will always be people within that group who want to rebel. Nar: When smuggling cheap drugs coming from Central Asia JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to various countries in Europe as well as America, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they make a profit that's tens to hundreds of times more. Nar: Which means it's not the least bit strange JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that there will be those who show up and try JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to take over the boss's territory, even at the risk of their own lives. JoJo-flashbackinternal,Melone: Did you find them? JoJo-flashbackinternal,Pros: No, there's no sign of them. Pesci: They must've been dealt with because they were JoJo-flashback: ,trying to find out who the boss was! JoJo-flashbackinternal,Illuso: It's definitely possible. JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,They're two crazy bastards. Ghiacchio: Polpo's in control of all the gambling, JoJo-flashback: ,and the jerks selling the drugs are also making a fortune. Ghiacchio: But the only thing that we, the Hitman Team, get is our pay from the boss! Ghiacchio: This ain't fair! JoJo-flashback: ,We're the best there is in the whole damn organization! Ghiaccio: We deserve way better! JoJo-flashbackinternal,melone: He suffocated? Form: Yeah... Just Gelato, though. JoJo-flashback: ,Sorbet's corpse isn't here. Sign: {\pos(,)\shad\c&HEDEFEF&}"Punishment" Form: Punishment... Nar: A few days later, a bunch of packages with no sender were delivered to the team. Ghiaccio: Seriously? Again? Ghia: Who the hell's the sender?! Melone: Frames? JoJo-flashback: ,They're not paintings, though. Form: Is this what they call modern art or some shit? Form: There's something weird in them. Pros: Hey! Pesci: Th-That's the same color nail polish that Sorbet always wears! Pesci: I-I've seen it before... JoJo-flashback: ,He and Gelato use the same shade! Risotto: Get the frames out and line them up. Nar: There were a total of of these art pieces. Illuso: Oh, hell no... Form: You can't be serious... This is... Pesci: I don't want to see any more! Pros: Shut up! Melone: That's... Nar: They were pieces of Sorbet's body, chopped up and preserved in formalin. Nar: When they put his face together, they saw that it was distorted in fear. Nar: He was likely cut into pieces by a very sharp Knfe, starting with his toes. Nar: It was a rather intense way of getting klled. Nar: That day, the Hitman Team came to a new understanding. illuso: D-Do you think that Sorbet illuso: was sliced up right in front of Gelato? Melone: Yeah. And he was so overcome with fear and despair Melone: that he choked on his own gag and suffocated! Nar: This was a silent message from the boss. Risotto: All of you... Risotto: Forget all about Sorbet and Gelato. Nar: From then on, they ended up getting the cold shoulder. Nar: They never tried to find out the boss's identity ever again. Nar: At least, not until... Nar: they found out that the boss had a daughter. Form: Damn it! I'm not going to die in a place like this! Form: We're gonna kll the boss and take over his drug route! Form: We're gonna claw our way up from this hellhole! Form: It's riddled with holes? Form: He sht that rat to death? Why? Form: C-Could it be... Form: It went the other way. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's looking around for me. Form: Breathing?! So that's it! Form: Narancia's Stand, Li'l bmb, detects its target when they breathe! Form: Mosquitoes find animals to suck blood from by searching for JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the CO{\fs} {\fs}that they exhale. Form: This is the same thing! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,So that's how he found out I was in his pocket! Form: Come to think of it, when all those randos showed up in the alleyway, Form: he stopped searching for me. Form: There was a chance he would've sht one of those randos! Form: It had detected my breathing! Nara: There you are! Form: He sht again! Form: Looks like he can't tell the difference between me and the rats. Form: In that case... Form: Look at those creepy little shits... Nara: Th-These numbers... and this movement pattern... Nara: The ones that are breathing must be rats! Form: Their speed is the same! JoJo-main: ,They're all going the same direction! Form: A thrat... You were only a thrat when I didn't know how you worked. Form: How were you finding me? JoJo-main: ,Now that I know that, you're more harmless than a mosquito, Form: Narancia! Form: I win, Narancia! Form: I'm gonna get the hell outta here and wait for you to shrink into nothing! Form: H-How? Nara: The same movement... JoJo-main: ,All of them are moving the same way, Nara: but there's only one rat who's breathing really hard... Nara: Are you tired? You're out of breath. JoJo-main: ,Is there something heavy on top of you that's making it hard to breathe? Nara: I think it might be worth it to sh*t the shit out of that fatty there! Form: Shit! Nara: Yes! A clean sht! Form: Th-That was close... Form: If I hadn't returned to my normal size, I would've been done for! Form: If time hadn't passed to the point of you becoming so small Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm Form: that your Stand power was rendered useless... Form: I would've been a goner! Nara: I-I didn't get him! Nara: Did I become so small that Li'l bmb's power also shrank? Nara: My attcks won't work anymore!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x10 - Hitman Team"}	foreverdreaming
Nara: I think it might be worth it to sh*t the shit out of that fatty there! Nara: Yes! Form: Th-That was close... Form: If I hadn't returned to my normal size, I would've been done for! Form: If time hadn't passed to the point of you becoming so small Form: that your Stand power was rendered useless... Form: I would've been a goner! Nara: I-I didn't get him! JoJo-main: ,D-Damn it. Nara: If I'm getting smaller and smaller, JoJo-main: ,does that mean Li'l bmb's power got smaller, too? Nara: That bastard's on the move! Nara: Come back, Li'l bmb! Nara: Th-This really pisses me off, Nara: but I need to hide somewhere. Nara: The dude's desperate. JoJo-main: ,If he finds me, he'll do everything he can to get me to tell him JoJo-main: ,where the boss's daughter is. Nara: I-It's so far! Nara: The sidewalk's so damn wide! Nara: Move! You're in my way, damn it! Nara: Damn it... Form: Now I've got you. Form: Well, shit... Form: You've caused me so much trouble. JoJo-main: ,Once you've been ht with Tiny Feet's ability, you can never get away. Form: Now, you're going to tell me Form: where Bucciarati and his guys are hiding the boss's daughter. Nara: K-kll me! Nara: Damn it, just kll me already! Nara: Do you really think I want to live so badly Nara: that I'd tell you where my friends are? Huh?! Nar: Narancia Ghirga was born in and is a Leo. Nar: When he was ten... Mom: N-Narancia... Nara: I'm right here, Mom. Nara: Mom... Nara: Hey, Dad... JoJo-flashback: ,Mom's eye disease... Nara: You shithead... Nar: That was the beginning of the path that led Narancia to where he is now. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Narancia's Li'l bmb Nara: Hey, I need to ask for directions. Nara: How many minutes would it take to walk to this place? Nar: Narancia rebelled against his father. Guy: Minutes? That'd take you hours. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He'd sleep over at his delinquent friends' houses, Nar: and get by daily by eating the food he had stolen that day. Nara: It all went as planned! Nara: It's all because you told us about that shop, Bro. Blonde: You sure you don't need to go to school? blonde: You actually come from a decent home. Nara: Like I give a shit about that home. Nara: The most important thing in this world is friendship! Blonde: Yeah. Blonde: You should dye your hair blonde like mine. JoJo-flashback: ,Then the chicks would be all over you. Nara: Yeah! Guy: What? Seriously? Nara: What do you think? Guy: You look so dumb! Nara: Hey, where's Bro? Guy: Who knows? I haven't seen him in a few days. Nara: Huh... Nar: But the next day... Nara: You bastards! Cop: Put both hands on the wall! Cop: You little shit! You're going to juvenile hall! Nara: What the hell are you talking about?! Me, a robber?! Nara: Of course I'm no— Cop: Quit lyin'! We have a witness! Nara: Wha— Lady: That's him! That blonde brat is the suspect! Nara: N-No, I'm not! Lady: I'm sure of it! He bat me up and took my money! Nara: Quit lyin', you old hag! I didn't do anything! Cop: Just admit to your crimes, you little shit! Guy: Hey! That's going too far! Cop: You saw him, Counselor. JoJo-flashback: ,He was about to ht her again! Nara: A robber... JoJo-flashback: ,A blonde brat... Nara: Don't tell me... Nara: No, that's not possible! Nara: Stop thinking up shit like that, damn it! Nar: A year later, when Narancia left juvenile hall, his eye was afflicted. Nar: After the officer ht his eye, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the eye wound up infected and never got better. Nar: When he returned to town, strange rumors were going around. Guy: Look at that. JoJo-flashback: ,I heard his mom died from an eye disease, too. Nara: How do they know that? JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,I only ever told Bro that... Blonde: Wow, they already let you out? Blonde: I don't want to get infected. Blonde: Stay the hell away from me. Nara: It couldn't be... But Bro is... Nara: He felt trapped, so he used me as a scapegoat... Nar: The one most afraid of these rumors concerning the eye disease Nar: was Narancia himself. Nara: This is fate... Nara: Soon... just like Mom... Nara: I'm going to die from this eye disease! Nar: That's what he believed. He had nowhere to go. Nar: He was all alone. Nar: Narancia had given up on life at the age of fifteen. Lady: How awful. He's just a child. Old: It's a pity, but we shouldn't get involved. Nar: The boy brought Narancia into a restaurant, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,then told his friend at the table and the shop's host... Fugo: I'd like to feed him some spaghetti! Fugo: You don't mind, do you? Nar: His friend at the table didn't ask any questions, Nar: nor did he give him a look of disgust. Nar: He just set the plate of spaghetti he'd ordered for himself Nar: in front of the filthy child. Nar: He then had the kid receive the treatment he needed. Nar: Three weeks later... Nara: Why are you doing all this for me? Bruno: There's no reason. Bruno: If you want, you can stay at my house. Bruno: But kids like you should go back home to their parents. Bruno: Also, go to school. Got it? Nara: U-Um, are you in a gng? Nara: I don't want to go back home. Nara: Please let me work for you! Bruno: Don't be so naïve, you little shit! Bruno: If you say that again, I'll punch you! Nar: As instructed, Narancia went back home and even started going back to school. Nar: But he could never trust his father again. Nara: Why did he get so serious about scolding me? Nara: There's nothing special about me. Nara: But... JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,That rage didn't come from hate or disgust, JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,and it didn't feel like it was meant to insult me. Nara: It was totally different from when my dad or those cops got mad at me. Nara: When I think about how he acted, I feel confident. Nara: Real men... Nara: should work for guys like him! Nar: Six months later, Narancia went to see JoJo-internal/narrator: ,one of the capos of the organization, Polpo, without Bucciarati knowing... Nar: and he passed the test. Form: Narancia, if you're going to tell me where that girl is, Form: now is probably the best time to do it. Nara: The girl you're trying to kidnap doesn't belong to a gng or anything like that! Nara: She's just an ordinary girl! Nara: Bucciarati hates shit like that, even if it's an order! Nara: No decent person would like that! Nara: We said we were going to protect her, Nara: so we're going to protect her, no matter what! Form: Would you quit with your worthless drivel? Form: Well, shit... Form: All this crap about your friends and protecting this chick... Form: That's not what we're talking about here. Form: I'm talking about the fact that if we defeat the boss, JoJo-main: ,we'll have a drug route worth hundreds of billions. Nara: Y-You bastard! Form: Hundreds of billions! Form: That's an amount worth a few people dying over! Form: It's going to be ours! There's no turning back now! Form: Since she's the boss's daughter, she's bound to have a Stand ability! Form: The boss doesn't want people finding that out! Form: We'll definitely be able to figure out who the boss is through his daughter's ability! Form: His daughter is a hint for defeating the boss, JoJo-main: ,whose identity we don't even know! Nara: What? That girl's a Stand user? Form: Did you know... JoJo-main: ,In South America, there's a spider called the southern black widow. Form: Apparently its venom can even kll humans. Form: This spider isn't deadly. JoJo-main: ,I actually caught it in the sewers earlier. It's completely harmless. Form: But... Form: Even a normal spider's bite is venomous. Nara: Y-You aren't gonna... Form: More than venomous enough to paralyze tiny little insects and eat them! Nara: Li'l bmb! Form: Whoa, there! Form: I told you, your Stand is powerless now! Form: This bottle is gonna be the ring, Narancia! Nara: Y-You bastard! Hey! Form: It's looking at you! It's looking right at you! Form: It's watching you carefully with all eight of its eyes! Nara: Open up! Open the bottle! Nara: Damn it! Form: Listen carefully. Even if it bites you, you won't die instantly. Form: First, its venom will paralyze your body, so you'll no longer be able to move. Form: But once you can't move and it traps you, you're in real danger. Form: Then it'll start injecting you with even more venom and digestive juices. Form: Those digestive juices will slowly melt your insides to the consistency of a milkshake Form: so it can suck you right up. Form: And you're going to be conscious the whole time. Form: If you finally feel like talking, you can still talk while you're being eaten. Form: But you're probably better off telling me right now Form: where the boss's daughter is. Form: I really don't want to see a person end up melted and eaten by a spider. Nara: I-It's fast! Nara: You bastard! Form: A shard of glass?! Form: He somehow got it and kept it on him?! Nara: W-Webbing? Nara: When did... Form: It bit him! Form: You can't move anymore because your muscles are spasming. Form: Just hurry up and tell me. Form: This is your last chance if you don't wanna die. Nara: Damn it... Like hell I'm gonna tell you! Nara: Damn it! Form: Looks like it's injecting its digestive juices into you now. Form: It's gonna melt you... Form: Huh? Form: What's that? Form: You dropped this when you took that shard JoJo-main: ,of glass out of your pocket, so I picked it up... Form: Maybe... I don't need you to tell me anymore. Form: This is a map of this city. Form: It's a driving map. Not only that... Form: There are things marked on here with pencil, Form: so you wouldn't get lost! Form: How stupid are you?! Form: If I follow these directions in reverse, I can see where you came from! Form: A vineyard! JoJo-main: ,You came from a vineyard that's about twenty kilometers southeast! Form: Grazie, Narancia! Form: Now you can get eaten or have that thing lay eggs in you or whatever, Form: you moron! Sign: Tiny Feet Sign: Formaggio Form: Twenty kilometers southeast! Form: The boss's daughter Trishis somewhere in that area! Form: I did it! You don't have to talk anymore! Nara: My Li'l bmb has the ability to detect and pursue carbon dioxide. Nara: But carbon dioxide doesn't just come from living creatures. Nara: It's also produced by burning things. Nara: I just remembered... Nara: When I was chasing you with Li'l bmb, Nara: I also sht at the car. Nara: I'm pretty sure I sht the gasoline tnk... Nara: But I can't really tell where the hole is from here. Nara: Still, JoJo-main: ,I was thinking that since the bllet hole is technically burning, it'll have JoJo-main: ,carbon dioxide coming from it,so I can find it using Li'l bmb. Nara: So I sht at it. Nara: See, it wasn't the spider I was sh*ting at earlier. Nara: But it's a small hole, JoJo-main: ,so it took a while for the fre to actually start, and I was getting nervous! Form: What?! Nara: Damn it! Nara: All the shopping bags got brned to a crisp! Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm -> .cm (His normal height) Nara: But it feels great to be back at a size where a spider bite won't matter. Form: How dare you?! Form: I'm gonna mrder all of your friends! Form: Hideout... Blergh! Form: Vineyard... Blah! Form: Just you wait, Narancia! Form: Tiny Feet! Nara: Wh-What?! Nara: He put out the fre with the blood that squirted out of his wrist?! Nara: Damn it! This isn't good! Nara: Letting him get away now is not good at all! Nara: I have to find him using Li'l bmb's ability! Nara: Sh-Shit! JoJo-main: ,Th-The radar... Nara: These flames... Nara: Y-You bastard! Where are you?! Form: Is this lucky or unlucky? Form: Narancia, because you set the car on fre, Form: you can't track me because of all the carbon dioxide coming from the flames! Form: I guess if this comes down to winning or losing, I've won! Nara: You're not getting away! Form: I know where the boss's daughter is. Form: Now I just need to get out of here and let my buddies know. Form: We'll mrder you all! Form: Assassinations are our specialty! Nara: Assassinations? Form: I'll make sure I pay you back for this soon! JoJo-main: ,You won't be able to find me anymore! Form: I win! Bazoo,Sfx: {\c&HCCE&\c&HAE&}Boooooom Nara: If I can't track your breathing... Nara: If the flames are too big... Nara: I'll just make them bigger! Nara: If I set the whole damn street on fre, JoJo-main: ,you'll burn up and die because you're so tiny! Nara: You're not getting away, Formaggio! Form: Are you mad, you bastard? Form: You actually set the whole street on fre! Form: Are you sane? You bastard! Form: Huh?! Nara: I guess I don't need to set the whole city on fre now. Form: When I asked if you were sane, Form: what you basically did was tell me that you want me to kll you as soon as possible. Form: Thanks to the flames, I was able to get this close to you. Form: Did you forget? Form: At this distance, my Stand is faster than yours! Nara: It might be. Form: Bring it, Narancia... Form: Tiny Feet! Form: Well, shit... Form: I guess your little shopping trip wasn't as easy as you thought it'd be, Form: was it, Narancia? Form: Now things are going to get more difficult... Form: for you bastards! Nara: "Go shopping," they tell me... Nara: Mission... incomplete. Nara: Both the money and the stuff I bought... Nara: went up in flames... Fugo: Narancia, repeat it one more time. Nara: I told you, the shopping— Fugo: Not that! JoJo-main: ,You just said the enemy found out where we're hiding. Nara: But I took care of him right after— Fugo: That's not the issue here! Abba: Bucciarati, we should get the hell out of here. Fugo: After I warned you so many times... Fugo: You fool! Gio: I think Narancia did a great job stopping the enemy. Gio: I think he did everything he should've done. Gio: And now that the Hitman Team knows about us, if he's a reasonable boss, Gio: he should give us a method of escape. Gio: I don't think we should leave until we hear from the boss. Fugo: Well, aren't you clever? Fugo: Do you think you're an advisor now? Abba: And how do you know that the boss will contact us soon? Abba: No one cares about your damn hunches! Mista: Bucciarati! Mista: I think we got a message from the boss! Sign: Message for Bucciarati Mista: This is how the boss always sends his orders to the capos. Mista: This is the first time Bucciarati's received one! Bruno: I'll check out the message. Bruno: "Head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park. I've hidden a key near the dog mosaic." Bruno: Look into that immediately! Bruno: "That key is for a vehicle that'll bring my daughter safely to me." Abba: Vehicle? What does he mean by a safe vehicle? Nara: A helicopter! Nara: That must be a key to a helicopter! Nara: We can go anywhere in a helicopter without anyone following us! Bruno: It's a bit less than fifteen kilometers from here to Pompeii. Bruno: An hour should be plenty of time to get over there and get the key. Bruno: Fugo! Abbacchio! Giorno! Bruno: You three head to Pompeii and get that key! Bruno: Mista, Narancia, and I will remain here and protect Trish from the Hitman Team. Bruno: Retrieve the key, and if it seems safe, contact us. Bruno: Then we'll take Trish and head to over to that vehicle. Bruno: I'm counting on you.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x11 - Narancia's Aerosmith / Narancia's Li'l b*mb"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: "Head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park. I've hidden a key near the dog mosaic." Bruno: "That key is for a vehicle that'll bring my daughter safely to me." Bruno: Fugo! Abbacchio! Giorno! Bruno: You three head to Pompeii and get that key! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Second Mission from the Boss fugo: The city of Pompeii was known to the Romans as a peaceful, prosperous health resort. Fugo: It was then abruptly destroyed by the lapilli and lava JoJo-main: ,that came from the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius Fugo: on August th, AD. Fugo: Later, archaeologists discovered that all the houses, streets, Fugo: wine bottles, and even carriage tracks left behind JoJo-main: ,were preserved as they were when the volcano erupted , years ago. Fugo: The dog mosaic we're looking for Fugo: is located near the entrance of the House of the Tragic Poet in Pompeii. Gio: Oh, Fugo, Gio: you were supposed to turn right at that corner, not left. Fugo: You should've told me sooner, Giorno. Fugo: What point is there if you tell me that after I turn? Gio: You're exactly right. Gio: I apologize. I'll be more careful next time. Fugo: That's not the point here, damn it! Abba: Hey, Fugo. Abba: We're in a hurry, so don't lose it now. Fugo: I know that! Fugo: Damn it... Abba: Well, Fugo's always like this. Abba: I'm more concerned about this newbie, Giorno Giovanna. Abba: If Bucciarati insists that I treat him as one of us, I'll follow his orders, Abba: but there's just something I don't like about him. Abba: This guy's going to do something... Abba: Something that might get us klled. Abba: Pompeii, huh? Abba: I haven't been here since I visited on a field trip as a kid. Fugo: Abbacchio, Giorno, let's hurry. Fugo: The place we're looking for is about meters ahead. Fugo: It should take us about thirty minutes to get what we need JoJo-main: ,and get back to the others. Fugo: Abbacchio, Giorno, be on your guard. Fugo: To think we'd be found so soon... Abba: How many are there? Fugo: One... for now. Fugo: He's peeking around that stone pillar behind us. Gio: Pillar? Which one would that be? Fugo: Wake up, Giorno. Fugo: There's only one pillar. Fugo: Can't you see it? Abba: Fugo, there is definitely a single pillar, Abba: but I don't see anyone, either. Fugo: Quit messing around! He's heading right toward us! Abba: Fugo? Fugo: There! The guy walking over here! Fugo: H-He was right there... Fugo: A guy came out from behind that pillar! Fugo: I saw him in this mirror! Fugo: Wh-What?! Fugo: There! He's right there! He's coming out! Fugo: H-He's inside the mirror? Fugo: He's revealed his Stand! Who's going to fight him?! Abba: Hold on, Fugo. I have no idea what you're talking about. Gio: Is something wrong with the mirror? Fugo: This isn't good! He's going to attck! Fugo: Get away from the mirror! Fugo: What? Fugo: Giorno! Abbacchio! Fugo: Wh-Where are you, Giorno? Abbacchio? Fugo: Where did you go?! Fugo: The guy who was in the mirror is gone, too. Fugo: What did he do? Fugo: It was bizarre to have a mirror hanging in a place like this to begin with! Fugo: What in the world is this ability? Fugo: I don't... Fugo: I don't know what it is... Fugo: But there's something off about this scenery. Illu: I'm right here. Fugo: What?! Illu: Pannacotta Fugo... Illu: Highly intelligent, with an IQ of , and entered university at the age of thirteen. Illu: But he went berserk on a professor there JoJo-main: ,and bat him senseless with a four-kilogram encyclopedia. Illu: From then on, he spiraled down to where he is now. Illu: The ones who accompanied him are the former cop Leone Abbacchio and... Illu: No documents on the other guy. He must be new. Illu: I think I heard you call him Giorno. Fugo: What did you do to them? Fugo: Y-You bastard... Fugo: Where did you hide them?! Fugo: My watch is backwards? Fugo: Also, I was wearing it on my left wrist, but now it's on my right? Fugo: D-Don't tell me this place is... Fugo: Your ability is— Illu: I guess you're pretty quick on the uptake. Illu: One at a time, Fugo... Illu: It didn't really matter who was first, Illu: but we'll start with you, since you were the first to look at the mirror. Fugo: I-It wasn't Abbacchio and Giorno that disappeared... Fugo: W-We're inside the mirror! Fugo: It was me! JoJo-main: ,I'm the one who was dragged in! Abba: Fugo! JoJo-main: ,Where did you go, Fugo?! Abba: Hey, Giorno! Abba: Didn't you see anything?! Gio: I'm not sure. JoJo-main: ,It looked as though he suddenly disappeared to me, as well. Abba: Fugo! Where did you go?! Gio: Before he disappeared, Fugo yelled at us to get away from the mirror. Gio: And he asked whether we could see the man walking from behind the the pillar. Gio: This mirror... Gio: Is there something... about this mirror? Illu: The question is... JoJo-main: ,Where did you hide the boss's daughter? Illu: That's the most important question... Illu: But I'm pretty sure I also need to know why JoJo-main: ,you three came to Pompeii, the city of death. Illu: I figure you're here to look for something... Illu: And if that's the case, you came here to get something that'll help you protect the girl, JoJo-main: ,isn't that right? Illu: If you turn just up the way, it'll lead you to the famous dog mosaic. Illu: Is there something there? JoJo-main: ,Well? Illu: I'll be taking it! JoJo-main: ,Tell me what you came here for, Fugo! Fugo: I refuse! Illu: Then die! Fugo: No... Fugo: You'll be the one dying when you witness my ability! Fugo: Purple Smoke! Fugo: My Stand won't appear? Illu: I see... So your Stand is named Purple Smoke. Fugo: Something's wrong. My Stand did come out. Fugo: I can feel it... So why? Abba: Hey, Giorno... Abba: Slowly walk toward me. Gio: Slowly what? Abba: Just come over here, you dumbass! Abba: Forget the "slowly" part! Just get over here! Gio: What?! Th-That's— Abba: Giorno! Forget about that! Abba: That's not our enemy! That's Fugo's Stand! Abba: Just hurry up and get away from it! JoJo-main: ,Don't get any closer! Gio: Fugo's— abba: Get away from Purple Smoke! abba: Hurry up! Illu: Your current location is inside the mirror. Illu: I'm sure you can figure out exactly why I dragged you in here alone. Illu: If I'd brought you in here along with the others, JoJo-main: ,who can fight, it'd put me in danger! Illu: I control the inside of the mirror... That's my ability. Illu: All the things in here are objects that have no life. Illu: You and I are the only living beings here. Illu: That's because I didn't allow anyone else. Illu: I only allowed you, and you alone, to come in. Illu: Which means... your Stand ability was left outside! Illu: This is my Mirror Man! Fugo: Purple Smoke has appeared outside the mirror. Fugo: Then there should be some way to fight! Sign bot: Mirror Man Sign top: Illuso Nar: Pannacotta Fugo was born into a wealthy family JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that owned a huge home in the suburbs of Naples. Nar: On top of being born into a life of luxury, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he was born with high intellect, having an IQ of . Nar: It appeared as though he lived the perfect life. Nar: But the weight of the expectations that his parents and others JoJo-internal/narrator: ,put on Fugo were slowly crushing his young heart. Nar: At times, Fugo would experience fits of rage that even he didn't understand, Nar: but he would do everything he could to control them and get by. Nar: Then, when he entered university just after turning thirteen, Nar: that rage went out of control in the worst possible way. Creep: Fugo. Fugo: Professor. Creep: What are you doing here so late? Fugo: I'm working on the assignment due next week. I couldn't find the right judicial precedent... Creep: Oh, come on. JoJo-flashback: ,I told you that if there's anything you didn't understand, you could come to me anytime. Fugo: No, I shouldn't keep bothering you... Creep: My job is to teach and lead young people like you in the right direction. Creep: How about it? JoJo-flashback: ,Why don't you come by my house again for dinner, and... Fugo: Please excuse me. Creep: Now, wait just a moment. Creep: I wouldn't mind telling you what's going to be on the next test... Creep: It'll be fine. Just relax, now. Fugo: Stop... Stop... Fugo: Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop! Creep: I'll be gentle. Fugo: I told you to stop, damn it! Fugo: I looked up to you! Fugo: You piece of shit! Guy: Did you hear? JoJo-flashback: ,Apparently Fugo's really close with one of the professors. Guy: Are you sure he wasn't the one to lead him on? Guy: That's probably how he got into this school, too. Nar: Fugo's parents used their money to ensure he was found not guilty, Nar: but they then treated him like filth and disowned him. Nar: All alone, Fugo started shoplifting and picking pockets to survive. Nar: Ironically, this lifestyle actually let him use his intellect to its full potential. Guy: You little bastard! How dare you try to dine and dash?! Guy: I'm gonna make sure they throw you in jail! Fugo: No, that won't be possible. Fugo: Are you familiar with the De Sica vs. Argento case from ? Fugo: Going by that judicial precedent, JoJo-flashback: ,there's a very good chance that the court will see this as me acting out of necessity. Guy: Mr. Bucciarati! Please say something to this brat! Bruno: Well, that sounds interesting. Nar: That was right around the time Bucciarati was thinking about creating his own team. Fugo: That basically sums up my life story. Fugo: Please don't pity me. JoJo-flashback: ,I don't think of myself as unfortunate. Bruno: I see. But, well... I think our meeting is fate. Bruno: Would you like to join my team, Pannacotta Fugo? Bruno: I want your intellect and knowledge. Fugo: Mr. Bucciarati, was it? Fugo: Joining a gng doesn't sound so bad, but I've already made up my mind. Fugo: I'm going to live on my own, not bothering with anyone else. Bruno: Oh? And why is that? Fugo: I told you. Fugo: When I lose my temper, I do horrifying things. Fugo: If I were to join your team, I might even end up klling you. Bruno: In that case, let's see if that'll actually happen. Bruno: Come with me, Fugo. Bruno: I'll bring out the best in you, JoJo-flashback: ,including that fierce, impulsive rage of yours. Nar: Those words moved Fugo's heart. Nar: After that, Fugo underwent Polpo's test and gained Purple Smoke. Gio: So this is Fugo's Stand... Gio: Fugo's not here, but his Stand appeared for some reason. Abba: Since that thing appeared, Fugo must be okay for the time being, but... Abba: Damn it! Where the hell is Fugo? Abba: How's he protecting himself? Abba: Get back, Giorno! Abba: Get back even further! Abba: Fugo rarely lets this guy out. Abba: He only does when he's in serious trouble. Abba: Which means that Fugo's trying to fight somewhere! Abba: Get further back, Giorno! Gio: He seems to be more worried about that Stand than about where Fugo is. Gio: He acts like he feels thrat. Gio: What the? It just started attacking out of nowhere! Abba: This isn't good. We really shouldn't stay here. Abba: We're getting out of here! Come on! Gio: I don't know what you're talking about! Gio: There's something in that mirror! Gio: We need to find where Fugo is! JoJo-main: ,That's far more important right no— Abba: Stop talking back to me, you little shit! Abba: I don't care what happens to you, JoJo-main: ,but I'm trying to be nice and warn you, since you don't know what's going on! Abba: It punched it! Run, Giorno! Illuso: I see. Illuso: So you activated your Stand outside the mirror. Illuso: But... that doesn't mean a thing! Illuso: It doesn't matter what your Stand tries to do with its ability. JoJo-main: ,It will never be able to ht me. Illuso: But I can ht you as many times as I like and finish you off! Illuso: A crow? Illuso: Why did a crow fall? Gio: A crow just suddenly... Abba: Stay back. Abba: When Purple Smoke uses its fists, no one can stay nearby. Illuso: What the hell is with these corpses? Abba: It's a kller virus. Abba: That's Fugo's Stand, Purple Smoke's ability. Gio: A virus? Abba: Look at its hand. Abba: When it hits something with its fist, that capsule breaks open, Abba: and the virus comes spilling out! Abba: The virus disperses into the air and enters your body JoJo-main: ,through inhalation or skin contact. Abba: It then multiplies rapidly. Abba: It infects its host within thirty seconds, then kills them instantly. Abba: And once the virus spreads, it doesn't matter who's nearby, be they friend or foe. Abba: Just like those crows, all of your metabolic functions will shut down, JoJo-main: ,and you'll die as you rot from the inside out. Abba: That includes your Stand, too. Gio: What's its range? Abba: Five meters. JoJo-main: ,Right now, Fugo should be controlling his Stand JoJo-main: ,somewhere within five meters of his opponent. Gio: That's definitely important, but what's the range on the virus? Gio: How close do you have to be to be infected by the virus? Abba: At this distance, we should be safe. Abba: The virus that comes from that capsule dies JoJo-main: ,within a few dozen seconds of exposure to an average indoor level of light. Abba: So those crow corpses will soon be disinfected by the sunlight. Abba: Savage! Abba: It attcks like an explsin, and then disappears like a storm. Abba: It's a Stand that personifies Fugo's violent nature. Gio: What's it doing? Abba: I think it's trying to wipe off the drool that dripped on its leg. Abba: It always looks pissed off, but it's apparently JoJo-main: ,really high-strung, and really cares about being clean. Abba: I guess you could say that's the Stand's idiosyncrasy. Gio: It doesn't look like the Stand itself is very intelligent... Abba: It's just a reflection of his violent side. Abba: That would also mean Fugo's isn't able to see Purple Smoke. Abba: He's not controlling it properly at all. Abba: If he was, he wouldn't let it do that. Illuso: This corpse... JoJo-main: ,This crow... Illuso: Is it sick? Illuso: Was it infected by some virus or bacteria? Abba: I knew it... Fugo's unable to control it. Abba: It just attcked some random spot again. Gio: Wait, is it actually random? Gio: There must be something in that mirror! Illu: Now the mirror got attcked from the outside... Illu: But it's no use, Fugo. Illu: That's just a normal mirror,the kind you can find anywhere. Illu: No matter what your Stand is doing out there... JoJo-main: ,No matter what ability it may use... Illu: Not even viruses can enter Mirror Man's world! Fugo: Abbacchio, Giorno, please get my message... Fugo: Please make sure you don't get dragged into the mirror! Abba: We need to hurry, Giorno! Abba: Hey, Giorno! Abba: Don't just stand there! Let's go! Gio: Let me ask you this... Where are we going? JoJo-main: ,To get the key? Gio: You're willing to abandon Fugo, who's in danger right now? Abba: Watch your mouth, you bastard. Abba: Listen up. Our mission is to get the key and safely get that girl to the boss! Abba: I want to save Fugo as much as you do, Abba: but getting that key is paramount right now! Abba: Even if I was the one currently being att*cked instead of Fugo, Abba: I would want you guys to abandon me. Gio: I beg your pardon... JoJo-main: ,but I don't believe that's true! Gio: Fugo is indeed in danger, but he hasn't lost! Gio: We should risk our lives and save him! Gio: And making any movements when we don't know the enemy's ability JoJo-main: ,is dangerous to us, as well. Abba: No! All three of us being taken out is the worst possible outcome! Abba: I'll say it again! We're moving on! Come on! Gio: And I humbly decline! Gio: We're going to solve this mystery, save Fugo, and defeat the enemy! Gio: That's the best way to ensure we're all safe! Abba: I have seniority here, so in this situation, what I say goes! Abba: Are you still going to decline? Abba: You'd better be prepared! JoJo-main: ,That is, if you manage to survive! Illu: I'll ask you one more time, Fugo. Illu: What are you looking for here? Fugo: I have no intention of telling you. Illu: I see. Illu: Very well. There are still two others. Illu: I just need the last one standing to tell me. Illu: You're finished. Take this!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x12 - The Second Mission from the Boss"}	foreverdreaming
Illuso: What are you looking for here? Fugo: I have no intention of telling you. Illuso: I see. Illu: Very well. There are still two others. Illu: I just need the last one standing to tell me. Illu: You're finished. Take this! Illu: Footsteps... Someone outside the mirror is running. Illu: Does that mean your friends decided to JoJo-main: ,abandon you so that they could go get something?! Illu: They're heading toward the dog mosaic. Illu: That settles it. Illu: Fugo, you're basically done for already. Illu: I'm going to go get whatever that thing is first! Fugo: W-Wait, you bastard! Fugo: Abbacchio... Giorno... Abba: Where is it? Where is this key? Abba: There it is. That must be it. Abba: A mirror? JoJo-main: ,Has that always been there? Illu: What is that? A key? Abba: What? Illu: I see. Illu: I guess I just have to take that key from you. Abba: That's... It couldn't be... Illu: Now that you've seen me, Illu: you're finished, too! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Mirror Man and Purple Smoke Abba: Sh-Shit! Abba: Damn it... JoJo-main: ,I'm starting to understand the enemy's ability. Abba: So he's inside the mirror... JoJo-main: ,Assuming that's even possible. Abba: Fugo must've been dragged into the mirror and disappeared, Abba: separating him from his Stand. Abba: Regardless, right now, I need to grab that key! Illu: Shattering the mirror actually worked in my favor, Abbacchio. Illu: Anything reflected becomes an entrance to this world. Illu: Now that it's in shards, I have even more entrances to grab you from! Illu: And I'll give you, and only you, permission to come into the mirror! Illu: There! I've brought you in. Illu: I'll be taking that key, too! Illu: Wh-What?! Illu: O-Only a Stand can grab the neck of another Stand! Illu: There's no way you could grab Mirror Man's neckwhen I'm the one who dragged you in here! Abba: Shattering the mirror didn't actually work in your favor! Abba: It just means the space you can look outside from became smaller! Abba: You couldn't see who you dragged in here, could you? Abba: You gave permission... JoJo-main: ,for just me to enter?! Illu: Th-That's... Abba: Grazie! I'll happily get dragged in! Abba: Moody Jazz! Illu: Shit! That's a Stand! Abba: Inside the mirror... JoJo-main: ,So it's a world where everything's reversed. Abba: Of course we couldn't know. JoJo-main: ,There's no way we'd comprehend this ability until we were actually attcked. Abba: Fugo must be in here, too. Abba: So, how do we get out of here? Abba: If I have to kll you to get out of here, that's fine. JoJo-main: ,That's why I sent Moody Jazz in there! Illu: The ability to transform into others... Illu: Well, shit. You got me. Abba: Looks like your Stand itself isn't that strong. Abba: So, what? Can it only defeat powerless humans? Abba: Well, what are you waiting for? Get on your feet and come at me! Illu: Listen up... Like I said at the start, you're already done for. Illu: I must say, I was a little surprised when it was your Stand that came in, Illu: but that doesn't change a thing! Illu: The reason I'm not standing is so that I can crouch down. Illu: I'm crouching because I need to! Abba: Well, yeah. Abba: You're bent over to make it easier to kick you. Illu: I was crouching so I could pick up this shard of the mirror! Illu: Hey, why are you so surprised? Illu: Is it because I have this arm? Illu: I'm sure you're very familiar with this arm! Illu: I told you! Anything that reflects becomes an entrance! Illu: If I can get your reflection with a different shard, Illu: that becomes another entrance! Illu: Do you get it now? Illu: It's your arm that I dragged in here! Illu: To make sure you can't move about, I'll only allow half of your body to come in. Illu: As for your Stand, I permit half of it to get out! Illu: Now your Stand won't be able to move! Illu: The key's mine! Abba: Damn it. He's going to take the key. Abba: That doesn't just mean we failed the mission. Abba: It also means that Giorno will end up being correct! Gio: And I humbly decline! Gio: We're going to solve this mystery, save Fugo, and defeat the enemy! Gio: That's the best way to ensure we're all safe! Abba: Damn it... My pride's not going to stand for that! Abba: I'm not letting him have that key! Abba: I swear on my pride and my dignity that I, Leone Abbacchio, Abba: will protect this key! Illu: It's true. Because Mirror Man uses all its energy to drag someone in, JoJo-main: ,it doesn't have much destructive power. That is indeed one of its traits! Illu: But if I do this to you, we don't exactly need strength to kll you off instantly! Illu: If we just sab this in with the strength of a four-year-old child, it's pretty easy. Illu: I win! Thanks for telling me where the key i— Abba: Something wrong? Go on, finish me off! Illu: What the hell are you doing, Abbacchio?! JoJo-main: ,How dare you hide it from me?! Illu: Even if you can move with your current body, it won't be much! Illu: I'll be able to tell immediately! Get it?! Abba: Hide? Abba: What are you talking about? Abba: What exactly did I hide, and where? Illu: What the hell are you doing, you bastard? Illu: Let me see that hand! Illu: Seriously, what the hell are you doing, you bastard?! Abba: Did you lose something? Abba: Did you find what you were looking for? Well? Illu: Why did he do that to his own hand? Illu: Wait... If he chopped off his own hand, Illu: his Stand's hand outside the mirror is... Illu: It can't be... Illu: Its hand is gone! Illu: Don't tell me... Illu: I-It has the key! Illu: And it's going back! Illu: If I remember correctly, a newbie named Giorno is just around the corner! Illu: He chopped off that hand to give him the key?! Abba: You should've sliced open my throat when you had the chance. Abba: If you had, my Stand's hand would've stopped moving. Abba: Whoops, so close. But you're a bit too late. Abba: That was the sound of the key falling to the ground. Abba: The key is going to get picked up! Illu: That's some bullshit you pulled off! Illu: But I'm not letting that brat named Giorno get away! Illu: I'll drag him in here, too! Abba: Do you understand now, Giorno, you shithead?! Abba: All that matters is that one of us returns safely. Abba: If you return safely with the key... Abba: The most important thing is to fulfill the mission. Illu: Hey, Abbacchio. Illu: Can you even imagine what's going on over here? Illu: You sure have a loyal companion. Illu: After you worked so hard to deliver the key... Illu: What do you think's going on over here? Illu: Not a damn thing! Illu: That brat's not running away at all! Illu: It looks like he doesn't have a clue what's going on. Abba: Giorno! Get the hell out of here! Abba: Take the key and run! Illu: He won't hear you when you're screaming inside this mirror! Abba: Sh-Shit... Illu: Now then, there are two possible actions I could take. Illu: First is disposing of Giorno after I get the key. Illu: Second is slitting Giorno's throat first, then safely retrieving the key. Illu: Let's see... Illu: I guess I'll slit Giorno's throat first! Illu: He's noticed me. Illu: I'll allow only Giorno to enter! Illu: I've dragged him in! Illu: Slice open his throat, Mirror Man! Illu: Wh-Wh-What?! Illu: H-He's... That's impossible! Illu: It's the virus! G-Giorno... JoJo-main: ,He's been infected by Fugo's Purple Smoke! Gior: You're not getting the key! Gio: And Fugo, Abbacchio, and I... will safely return to the others! Sign: Pannacotta Fugo Sign: Purple Smoke Abba: Giorno Giovanna... That brat doesn't understand anything! Abba: You're going to die if you infect yourself with Purple Smoke's virus! Abba: My heart died along with him back then. Abba: I don't feel anything anymore. Abba: I don't feel a damn thing, even though I've lost my hand... Abba: The only time I can feel at ease JoJo-internal/narrator: ,is when I'm following the orders of something great and absolute. Abba: Because then, all I need to do is be a soldier who doesn't have to think for himself. Abba: Meaning... Abba: Getting the key and protecting the boss's daughter... Abba: Carrying out this mission is the most important thing. Abba: And yet Giorno... That stupid brat... Abba: He chose to put himself in danger to Abba: save Fugo and me, rather than taking the key back safely! Illu: Damn you, you stupid brat! JoJo-main: ,How dare you come in here infected?! Illu: Are you out of your damn mind?! Illu: Now I'm infected, damn it! Gio: Ah, yes. You seem to be experiencing the same symptoms as me. Gio: Apparently Purple Smoke's virus infects your whole body within thirty seconds. Gio: It's over now. Gio: It was over as soon as you dragged me in. Fugo: Shards of the mirror that Purple Smoke shattered... Fugo: Did Giorno put them back together? Fugo: When the enemy chased after Abbacchio, he took some shards with him. Fugo: Giorno must've realized that! Fugo: He then figured out the enemy's ability from that, Fugo: then infected himself with the virus and Fugo: allowed himself to be dragged into the mirror! Fugo: Because there's no other way to defeat this enemy! Illu: Damn it! Of all the underhanded... Illu: But don't underestimate me. Illu: It's not too late yet. Illu: I need more resolve, but it's not too late yet! Illu: Mirror Man! Allow only me to leave this mirror! Illu: But don't allow the virus! Illu: The part of me that's infected is not allowed to leave! Gio: That's not good! JoJo-main: ,If he gets outside, the virus will be separated from him! Illu: Abbacchio lopped off his own hand to get the key. Illu: So, I, Illuso, c-can do the same thing! Illu: This is nothing! Fugo: Giorno! Grab him! Fugo: He got away... Fugo: Giorno... After you... Fugo: risked your own life to come in here... Gio: So... he stepped outside the mirror. Illu: Th-That was really close, but, ha! Illu: My resolve... My resolve wins in the end! Illu: This is nothing! Giorno: I figured he'd go outside. Gio: That's for the best, though. He's going down, no matter what. Gio: Now that he's stepped outside, there's a chance I might survive! Gio: Fugo! Now that he's outside, Purple Smoke can follow him! Gio: Finish him off! Fugo: I can't, Giorno. Fugo: I can't tell where he is from inside here. Fugo: I have no way to attck him! Gio: I know where he is. Gio: Golden Wind, who's outside, turned that brick into a snake. Gio: That's why it's moving. Gio: Snakes can tell where humans are by sensing their body temperature. Fugo: Got him! Illu: What?! JoJo-main: ,A-After I built up the resolve to chop off my own arm and came out here... Illu: This... This can't... Illu: S-Stop it! Stop! Damn it! Illu: I'm going to be infected! I-If that virus capsule bursts... Illu: I-It looks like luck hasn't completely abandoned me! Illu: If Mirror Man can stop this thing's punch even for a moment... Illu: If I can just block it once... Fugo: Let him have it, Purple Smoke! Illu: Mirror Man! Use everything you have left! Illu: I... Illu: I did it... Illu: I stopped it! Now I just need to take this arm... Illu: into the mirror! Illu: Huh? Illu: What?! Illu: What?! Illu: B-But I blocked its punch... Illu: After I built up the resolve... to leave the mirror! Fugo: W-We did it! We're outside the mirror! Fugo: We defeated him, so his ability disappeared! Fugo: B-But Giorno, Purple Smoke's virus has already spread throughout your body. Fugo: Once you've been infected, even I can't do anything about it. Gio: Yes, Fugo, and this is how it should be. Gio: This... Gio: Him leaving the mirror worked out for the best. Gio: Once I was infected and he dragged me into the mirror, Gio: his defeat was inevitable. Gio: But I was glad when he refused to admit defeat and left the mirror. Gio: Since the mirror world was undone before I died, Gio: I was able to encounter this snake. Fugo: Th-That snake... Fugo: It's alive, even though it's surrounded by Purple Smoke's virus! Gio: I created this snake from the brick where Purple Smoke's capsule was broken. Gio: Since it was born from a place that was covered with the virus, it won't get sick. Gio: Do you know what that means? Fugo: That snake has immunity! Fugo: And if we take blood or cells from something with immunity... Fugo: We can create a serum that'll stop the virus from spreading! Gio: Golden Wind! Gio: Extract the serum from this snake and inject it into me! Fugo: Giorno Giovanna... Fugo: I thought he was some newbie that I just couldn't figure out, Fugo: but he comes up with the most insane ideas and pulls them off... Fugo: And there's something I can trust behind that. Fugo: It's not something that's spoken. Fugo: He has true loyalty within him! Fugo: Just like Bucciarati did back then! Fugo: Giorno! You have my utmost respect after risking your life! Gio: No, Fugo... Gio: I'm not the one who risked my life here. Gio: I just made a prediction and followed through. Gio: The one who truly risked his life here... was Abbacchio. Gio: His hand is in grave condition right now. Gio: He's the one who risked his life to protect the key... Gio: And if he hadn't carried the key all the way here, Gio: we couldn't have defeated the enemy. Gio: Please don't worry about me... and go tend to his wounds... Fugo: Giorno! Fugo: Are you okay, Giorno?! Abba: Damn it, Giorno... Abba: I was going... JoJo-main: ,to bat the shit out of you... Abba: But with my hand like this, I guess I can't. Abba: I'll just have to do it later... Nar: Thus, they got the key they were ordered to retrieve!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x13 - Man in the Mirror and Purple Haze / Mirror Man and Purple Smoke"}	foreverdreaming
Abba: Let me see the key we obtained again, Abba: Narancia. Nara: Huh? Nara: Here. Abba: Wait! Don't throw it! Abba: You little shit! Nara: Dang, talk about overreacting. JoJo-main: ,Isn't the fact that you're feeling pain a good sign? Abba: I just had it reattached thirty minutes ago... Abba: It still hurts, damn it! Abba: "I thank you for protecting my daughter, Bucciarati. Abba: Go to the drinking fountain with a turtle on the sixth platform at Naples Station, Abba: and use this key. Abba: Then, take my daughter to Venice by train. Abba: P.S. My missions for you will end once you get to Venice." Abba: What's supposed to be by the drinking fountain at the station? Bruno: The boss mentioned a way for us to travel without being found by the enemy. Bruno: The station is dangerous, but we'll just have to trust him and go. Nara: D-Do you think the boss is actually in Venice? JoJo-main: ,Since it's mentioned in that note... Bruno: We don't need to think about that. Bruno: We're just going to do as we're ordered. Bruno: There's a super express leaving for Florence in ten minutes. We'll take that. Bruno: Mista, is anyone following us? Mista: So far, we're good. Mista: I can't say the same for the station, though. Mista: There'll be plenty of paid guys who'll report information about us. Fugo: The boss's daughter, Trish. Fugo: Her life is being targeted because of a father she's never met. Fugo: I wonder how that feels... Mista: Yeah, I get it, Fugo... Mista: I can't help but stare at her you-know-whats, either. Fugo: Huh? Fugo: Th-That's... Mista: Please forgive Fugo! Mista: He didn't mean any harm! Mista: He wasn't trying to take advantage of the sudden braking JoJo-main: ,to see your breasts or stroke your thighs under your skirt! Mista: He just couldn't help himself! Fugo: Hey, stop that! Fugo: I actually lost my balance, but you're making it sound worse! Mista: Please don't tell the boss! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Express Train to Florence Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Florence bound leaving at : from platform Pro: He's really here. That's Bucciarati. Pesci: I can't believe he actually showed up at a station where we could easily find him. Pesci: I'm gonna kll him! Pro: Maybe he was pushed to his limits and lost his mind, Pro: or he's somehow confident that he'll be able to give us the slip. Pesci: Either way, I'm gonna kll him! Pesci: He klled Formaggio and Illuso! I'm gonna kll him! Pro: Hey, dumbass. Pro: Drop the "I'm gonna kll him" crap already. Pro: That phrase doesn't exist in our world. Pro: Only weaklings use that phrase. Pro: Because when I or my other team members so much as think those words, Pro: our target is already dad, and the job is over! Pro: So I've never uttered those words in my life. Pro: You're gonna be that way too, right, Pesci? Pro: If you're truly one of us. Pro: Do you understand what I'm saying? Pesci: Yeah... I got it, Bro! Pro: You can say, "I klled them!" Pesci: Prosciutto... Pro: I'm going to head straight over there via the platform. JoJo-main: ,Pesci, you board the train and head to the lead car. Pesci: Got it! Pro: We'll flank him. Pro: We need the boss's daughter alive, after all. Gio: Bucciarati, the train's about to leave. Gio: Is something wrong? Bruno: There's no other drinking fountain on this platform, is there? Bruno: This key won't fit into this keyhole. Bruno: Not to mention... Bruno: you don't even need a key to open it. Bruno: It's just a stopcock. Gio: Bucciarati, how about the lock on that fre hydrant? Bruno: The shape's completely different. Bruno: There aren't any locks or doors that this key will fit. Bruno: They just aren't here! Gio: Should we pass on this train? Gio: The next one departs in fifteen minutes and is bound for Rome. Bruno: No! Bruno: I'm sure some of our enemies know we're here and are heading to the station now. Bruno: We have to leave here immediately! Bruno: The sixth platform... Bruno: The drinking fountain with the turtle... Bruno: This has to be the spot! Bruno: Damn it! What's— Bruno: The turtle... Pro: Hey, Pesci, why the hell am I running into you here? Pesci: I-I could ask you the same thing! Where did Bucciarati go? Pro: Bucciarati hopped onto the train right in front of me. Pro: It makes no sense that he didn't bump into you in the hallway. Pro: Well? I'm right, aren't I? Pesci: I didn't run into anyone! Pesci: Bucciarati, his crew, the newbie, and the boss's daughter definitely aren't here! Pro: Something's strange... Pesci: Bro, the train's about to leave. Pesci: They must be hiding somewhere inside this station. Pesci: They're gonna keep an eye on us tracking them and hop on another train to get away. Pesci: Let's use some homeless guy or something to search the station! Pro: There was something placed at the drinking fountain. Pro: He must've picked it up. Pro: He picked up something that looked black! Pro: Get on, Pesci! Pesci: But why?! Pro: I just have a hunch. Pro: I don't know how, Pro: but I think Bucciarati and the others are somewhere on this train. Pesci: You think? Pesci: You think?! Pro: I'm sure the boss is helping them out somehow. Pro: I have a feeling that if we don't board this train, we'll lose them forever! Pesci: A feeling? Pro: Just shut up and get on, Pesci! Nar: It takes takes three and a half hours to get from Naples to Florence by train. Nar: It's an hour and a half non-stop to the next stop, Rome. Pesci: Aw, we ended up getting on... Pro: Shut up! Pro: Hey, the gap between the door and floor... JoJo-main: ,What's on the other side of this door? Pesci: Isn't that the driver's cab? Pesci: But there's no way seven guys are in there. Pro: You never know. Pro: Use your Fisher Man to attck that room. Pro: Do it. Pesci: Fisher Man! Pesci: There aren't seven guys in here... Pesci: There are two! Pesci: Got 'em! Pro: Damn it. It really is small in there. Pro: I guess there's only the driver. JoJo-main: ,But they're definitely somewhere on this train. Pesci: Huh? Hey, wait a second. Pesci: There's only one? Pesci: I know I sensed two living things in there. Pesci: I could've sworn there was one more... Pro: Hey, Pesci! Pro: We're going to search this train from end to end! Pro: We'll drag Bucciarati and his crew out! Pro: But you stay here. Pesci: Huh? Pro: If they realize we're here, they might come to stop the train. Pesci: You got it, Bro! Pro: They have the girl with them, Pro: so they shouldn't be able to just move around or jump off this train easily. Pro: That's going to give us our advantage. Pro: We'll slaughter them all before we get to Rome and take the girl! Bruno: The key wasn't made to fit in a keyhole. JoJo-main: ,It actually fit right into this turtle's shell. Bruno: That, in turn, somehowactivated the turtle's ability, Bruno: creating this space and making the key itself the entrance so that we could hide inside. Nara: Th-The turtle is a Stand user? Nara: O-Ow! Nara: Wh-Where the hell am I? Nara: I'm under the seat? Nara: Ow! Nara: B-But man, this is awesome! Nara: This turtle is like some kind of spaceship! Fugo: But this room isn't some kind of illusion. Fugo: This is a real room. Fugo: Even the sofa and other furniture is real. Abba: There are some chilled drinks in here. Bruno: I guess the boss left them in there for us. Bruno: Turtles like being in the shade, they aren't loud, and they don't scuttle about. Bruno: This way, we should be able to get to Venice by train without worry. Pesci: I guess there's no way someone would be in the locker... Pesci: I just don't have my bro's intuition. Pesci: B-Bro! Pesci: D-Don't tell me he... Pro: The Thankful Death! Pesci: A-Are you really going to do it? JoJo-main: ,You're going to do in all of the passengers?! Pesci: We don't even know if they're on this train! Pro: I already told you Pro: that I would be thorough about this! Pro: They're definitely here. JoJo-main: ,What's the big deal, anyway? Pro: Every year, there are lots of train crashes all over the world. Pro: This won't be as brutal as those. Sign: Mr. President Sign: Coco Large Mista: It's probably because we're in a room inside a turtle, JoJo-main: ,but it's sorta muggy in here. Mista: You want a drink, too, Narancia? Mista: There are only cold drinks, but there's cola, mineral water, JoJo-main: ,carbonated, non-carbonated, apple juice, orange juice, and pineapple juice. Mista: Hey, are you even listening? Nara: Huh? What was that?! Mista: I'm asking if you want something to drink! Mista: Why don't you get some rest while you're at it? Mista: You look pretty tired. Mista: I'll keep an eye on the ceiling. Nara: Oh, okay! Nara: My shoulders suddenly feel stiff, and my back hurts. There we go... Nara: I'd really like something warm... JoJo-main: ,Something that won't upset my stomach. Mista: I told you, there are only cold drinks in here! Mista: You never listen, do you?! Nara: I'll just eat this banana, then. Nara: Man, gardens like these make me sigh. JoJo-main: ,They're so calming... Nara: They're so beautiful... Nara: I'd love to drown in nostalgia and think back on when I was a kid JoJo-main: ,while I just lay out in the sun in a garden like this. Mista: Hey, stop that! JoJo-main: ,Licking your finger before you turn the page is gross! Nara: Huh? Did I do that? Nara: Me? No way! Mista: Hey, there's something hanging from your mouth. Mista: Talk about gross. What the hell is that? Mista: Hey! Mista: A tooth? Nara: I can't eat this banana for some reason... Nara: It's all hard and dry... Mista: Hey... Are you messing with us? Mista: Man, you startled me... That sort of looks like a tooth. Mista: I'm still pretty grossed out, so I can't really laugh... Mista: What is that hanging from your mouth? Nara: Huh? Did you say something again... Mista? Nara: You're speaking too softly... Nara: I couldn't hear you very well... Nara: I'm telling you, this banana is crumbling... Nara: I-I can't eat it... Nara: Th-They're all dry... JoJo-main: ,A-All the fruits are dry... Mista: Wh-What the hell is wrong with you?! Nara: Didn't you hear me? Okay, then... Mista: There's something wrong with your face! Mista: N-Narancia, you... Nara: I'll say it even louder this time! Nara: Are you paying attention?! I can't eat this banana! Nara: Look. It's just crumbling... Nara: It's old, damn it... Mista: Bucciarati! Bruno: I know! It's a Stand attck! Bruno: Th-There must be an enemy on this train! Nara: Huh? What? What's this white stuff? Nara: It came from my head... Nara: What the hell is this?! Gio: What's the matter? Gio: Did something... happen? Bruno: Th-They've all aged! Kid: Mama... Wake up... Wake up... Kid: Mama... Mama... Kid: Wake up... Nara: Wh-Who the hell is th-this? Nara: What? No way... This can't be! Nara: This is me?! Nara: What the hell's going on? Mista: A-A Stand that makes people age? Mista: Did they figure out we're in this turtle?! Bruno: Calm down, Mista. Bruno: If they knew we were inside this turtle, they would've used a more direct attck. Bruno: And since they haven't, that means we haven't been found yet. Bruno: The enemy probably only knows that we're somewhere on this train Bruno: and, in order to find her, Bruno: they're attacking everyone on the train indiscriminately! Mista: D-Does that mean this train is running with everyone on board affected? Bruno: Probably. Bruno: They're desperate. I'm sure they'll do anything... Bruno: And without a second thought. Bruno: This leaves us two choices. Bruno: One, take Trish and somehow get off this train. Bruno: Two, we find this enemy, even though we don't know their range, and dispose of them. Mista: Obviously, we'll go with the second choice. Mista: If we want to take her and run,we'll have to stop the train. Mista: It's too dangerous. Mista: Assassinating them is more definitive, Mista: with my Six bllts! Bruno: Yes, you're right. JoJo-main: ,But we don't have any time. Bruno: We're aging at an alarming rate... Nara: B-Bucciarati... Nara: M-My hands... Nara: Th-They're crumbling! Nara: They're falling apart! mista: You're right, Bucciarati. We really don't have any time! Gio: Wait a minute, Mista... Gio: It's too early... to go... Mista: What the hell are you talking about, Giorno? Gio: I'm telling you... it's too early to go... Mista: We don't have any time to waste! Bruno: Wait. Bruno: Hear him out. JoJo-main: ,What are you trying to say, Giorno? Gio: Why are we all aging at a different rate than Bucciarati? Bruno: Mista's and my symptoms are light... Bruno: Trish's are even less! Bruno: But why? Mista: Apparently, we're just aging at different rates! I'm going! Gio: No... If they're attacking everyone indiscriminately with age... Gio: They might end up klling her as well, despite her being the target. Gio: There's some kind of prerequisite to how fast we're aging. Gio: I'll tell you what I think... Gio: I think the enemy is differentiating between JoJo-main: ,men and women by the difference in their body temperature. Gio: I read somewhere that women have more fat in their bodies, which makes them JoJo-main: ,less susceptible to temperature fluctuations. Gio: Apparently women also age better and live longer than men. Gio: Don't you think it's been a little hot? Gio: The enemy is differentiating the aging speed based on Gio: slight differences in body temperature. Gio: All that matters is that the men age faster and she ages slower. Mista: Yeah, that sounds about right, Mista: but then why are you and I aging at different rates? Mista: Are you insinuating that I'm a girl?! Trish: Change in body temperature... Trish: Come to think of it, our bodies were slightly cooler... Trish: Because we had something cold to drink. Trish: Narancia didn't have anything to drink. Mista: Th-That's... Mista: Giorno, it's exactly like you said! Mista: We're aging slower because our bodies were slightly cooler! Mista: Cool everyone down! Cool everyone down with ice! Bruno: Hold it, Mista! JoJo-main: ,You're going to have to take that ice with you! Mista: Th-This is all that's left? Bruno: It doesn't change the fact that we have to dispose of this enemy. Bruno: Mista, you're going to take that ice and defeat the enemy... Bruno: Before the ice melts and you lose your Stand power! Mista: Just the driver... It doesn't look like anyone else is in here. Mista: It's so muggy... Mista: This Stand really is attacking indiscriminately. Mista: I wonder if this turtle is aging, too... JoJo-main: ,But they say that turtles live for , years. Mista: Guess they live longer than us. Pesci: Damn it... Pesci: What's Bro thinking? This is so dangerous. Pesci: What's he gonna do if I get old, too? Damn it... Mista: The air conditioner? JoJo-main: ,If I turn it on inside the driver's cab, everyone in the turtle will cool down, JoJo-main: ,and that might slow down their aging! JoJo-main: ,There it is! Pesci: Something took the bait! Mista: Wh-What the hell is this needle-like thing?! Mista: A d-different Stand than the one that's aging us? Mista: There's another one? There are two of them? Mista: There are two enemies?!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x14 - Express Train to Florence / Il Treno Espresso per Firenze"}	foreverdreaming
Abba: Let me see the key we obtained again. Abba: Go to the drinking fountain with a turtle Abba: and use this key. Pesci: Don't tell me he... Pro: The Thankful Death! Mista: Just the driver... It doesn't look like anyone else is in here. Pesci: There it is! Pesci: Something took the bait! Mista: Wh-What the hell is this needle-like thing?! Mista: A d-different Stand than the one that's aging us? Pesci: Bro, where did you go?! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Thankful Death Part Pesci: Why aren't you here?! Pesci: Bucciarati and his crew were on this train! Pesci: But I wonder who I hooked. It's definitely not Trish. Pesci: The strength pulling on this rod belongs to a man. Pesci: The needle dug into his left hand. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He weighs kilograms! Pesci: I'll reel you right in! Mista: Whoa, hang on a second... Th-This needle's sinking in deeper! Mista: It's so fast! JoJo-main: ,It's moving up my arm at incredible speed! Mista: Th-This line... Pesci: This must be Mista! Pesci: The thing that tried to cut the line was a bllet! Pesci: The gn is Guido Mista! Pesci: You can't cut my Fisher Man's line! Pesci: I wonder where the impact that ht the line will end up going? Pesci: I'm gonna reel you right in! Mista: I need to get this line out or I'm finished! Mista: Damn it! It's going to make its way up to my brain! Mista: Sh-Shit! Mista: Six bllts! Grab this hook and stop it! One: I-It's no use! We're being pulled! Two: We can't stop it with our power! Mista: Sh-Shit... I'm just going to have to look for it. Mista: I'm just gonna have to find it! Seven: Find it! Six: Find it! Seven: We need to find it, no matter what! Seven: Find it! Pesci: What was that? Pesci: Was that Mista's pstol? Pesci: Who the hell are you even sh*ting at? Pesci: What if you ht one of the other passengers? Pesci: Or did you sh*t in hopes that you'd actually ht me? Pesci: It's no use! Pesci: The hook is about to travel deep into your ear! Five: We have to aim lower or the ice won't get blown out of the glass! Six: A bit lower! Aim a bit lower! Seven: Over here! Blast right into it! Seven: We found the ice! Seven: Shatter it, boys! Pesci: What do you think you're doing?! Mista: I knew that bastard would be cooling himself, too, Mista: to the point that he'd lose his mind! Pesci: Damn it! Pesci: How could you?! The ice... One: He's all pale and screaming. Pesci: My ice! One: Could this guy be... Seven: It's him! One: He's the guy with the line and hook! Two: That fishing-rod-looking thing is his Stand! Pesci: R-Run for it! Pesci: Ice! I need to find some ice, or I'm going to die of old age, too! Old: H-Help me... Pesci: O-Out of my way, gramps! Pesci: Get your zombie hands off of— Old: My body feels so heavy, I don't want to move... Old: I ordered the really fatty steak, Old: but now I don't want to eat it anymore... Pesci: Don't touch me! Two: Woohoo! We got his hand! Seven: Call Mista over here now! Three: Mista! Five: Hurry up and get over here, Mista! Seven: Mista, over here! Six: We found the enemy Stand user! Mista: Six bllts, all of you come back to the bllts. Mista: It doesn't really matter if you answer me or not, Mista: but I'm going to ask you one very, very... Mista: simple question. Mista: If you don't answer within two seconds of me asking the question, Mista: I'll sh*t a bllet into each of your eyes. Mista: "Uno, due..." I won't wait any longer than that. Mista: Got it? Mista: All right. Here's the question. Mista: Where the hell is your friend? Mista: Uno... Pesci: H-Hell if I know! I don't know where he is, either! Mista: Due... All right. Then die. Old: Hey... Please help me... Old: I've always loved fatty steak so much, Old: but now I don't wanna eat it anymore... Mista: Hey! Get out of the way! You'll want to eat meat again soon enough! Old: No, I can't eat anything anymore... Old: Or rather, you won't be able to, Old: Mista. Mista: Wh-Who the hell are you?! Old: Thankful Death... Pesci: Huh? Wh-What? Pesci: W-Wait! Are you... Mista: You bastard! Old: It works even faster when I directly touch you. Old: Its power is at full strength... Old: when Thankful Death touches you. Mista: B-bllts... Mista: Th-This speed... Shit... Pesci: I-Is that you, Bro? Pesci: Are you my Bro?! Pesci: I-I didn't notice at all! Pesci: Y-You were there the whole time? Pesci: I-I can't believe you aged yourself to blend in with the other passengers... Pesci: Bro! Prosciutto! You're so awesome! Pesci: S-Stop! Why are you so mad, Bro?! Pro: You friggin' moron! What the hell was that?! Huh?! Pesci: I didn't know he was going to ambush me! JoJo-main: ,What could I do?! Pro: You still don't get it? Pesci, you friggin' mammoni! Pesci: Please stop hitting me, Bro! Pro: Listen up! The reason I'm mad is because you're so weak-minded, Pesci! Pro: Of course, they did blast away your ice, so you were in shock. Pro: This is aging me, too, so it's bad news. Pro: But if it were any other guy from our team, JoJo-main: ,they wouldn't have made their Stand go away when they were JoJo-main: ,that close to finishing off an enemy! Pro: Even if they lost an arm or a leg! Pro: You're a damn mammoni, Pesci. JoJo-main: ,You freaked out. You're such a baby. Pro: It's not because of the ice. JoJo-main: ,You're actually scared deep inside your heart. Pro: Grow up, Pesci. Pro: If you don't grow up, we'll never get our glory. JoJo-main: ,We'll never defeat Bucciarati and his crew. Pro: And just so we're clear... Pro: Our team isn't some buddy-buddy club with a bunch of losers JoJo-main: ,who just talk about klling people while trying to cheer each other up. Pro: Once we decide in our hearts that we're gonna kll someone, Pro: the deed's already been done! Pro: Let's go, Pesci. Pro: Here, have some ice. Pro: You mentioned earlier Pro: that you sensed another presence in the driver's cab, didn't you? Pro: I don't know how they're hiding in there, Pro: but the girl's in the driver's cab! Sign: Prosciutto Sign: The Thankful Death Bruno: Don't worry about Narancia! Bruno: Save the ice in the glass for yourself! Bruno: You need to keep your body chilled. Trish: Fanning air and the chill from a cold towel aren't enough. Trish: There's no effect unless you use ice. Trish: At this rate, he'll be the first to die. Bruno: Narancia and the rest of us are willing to risk our lives to follow the boss's orders. Bruno: You just need to think about your safety. Bruno: That's our job. Bruno: You're not here because you want to be here, after all. Bruno: And as for the enemy who's causing us all to age... Bruno: Mista will take care of him. Bruno: I'm sure... he'll do something... Bruno: Mista... Pro: Where and how are they hiding? Pro: I'm finally getting it. Pro: I need to start thinking in four dimensions to find them. Pro: Bucciarati received something black at the station platform from the boss. Pro: That's it. That's what I need to find in this driver's cab. Pro: Hey, Pesci. Pro: What do you think that presence you felt in this driver's cab was? Pro: You don't feel it now? Pesci: A-About that... Bro... Pesci: You shouldn't expect much from me. Pesci: I'm not the brightest. Pro: Pesci, Pesci, Pesci, Pesci... Pro: I believe in you. Pro: If you're still concerned about me yelling at you earlier, JoJo-main: ,you just need to be more confident. Pro: Your Fisher Man is unbeatable when you actually apply yourself. Pro: Right? JoJo-main: ,That presence you felt earlier is extremely suspicious. Pro: It's do or die time, Pesci. Pro: It's okay to be confident in your ability. Pesci: R-Really? Pro: Yes! Pro: Try to remember. It doesn't matter how trivial it seems. Pro: Did anything seem strange? Pro: Like maybe something black? Pesci: Huh? Something... black? Pesci: That's it, Bro! JoJo-main: ,I meant to look under the driver's seat earlier! Pesci: There was something weird! Pesci: S-Sorry... I guess I was just imagining it. Pesci: So, yeah... You shouldn't count on me or my intuition, after all... Pro: No, I don't think you're wrong. Pesci: Say what?! Pro: Excellent work, Pesci. Pro: The mystery's been solved. Pro: I now understand everything thanks to you. Pesci: B-Bro? Wh-What are you... Pro: Why is there suddenly animal shit under the driver's seat? Pesci: I don't understand at all! Pro: This isn't mouse shit, either. Pro: If it were a mouse, it'd be dad by now. Pro: This shit's not old. It looks like it was just left here. Pro: So what does that mean, huh? Pro: Stand abilities don't only belong to humans. Pro: And that means... JoJo-main: ,This animal is moving through the shadows! Pro: Thankful Death! Pesci: Wh-What the hell is that?! Pesci: I-It's a turtle? It's a friggin' turtle?! Pro: We found her! It's Trish! Pro: I can see the others, too! Pro: Just as I thought, they're all about to die of old age, except for Trish! Pro: That settles it! JoJo-main: ,I'll send even more of the aging ability into the turtle! Pro: Thankful dad! Pesci: Wait a sec, Bro! Pesci: Isn't there... one guy missing? Pesci: There's someone missing in there! Five: Mista! Please get up! Five: This is all the ice I have left, but please feel better! Mista: I'm not sure if it's thanks to my attentive nature, Mista: or if I was just lucky... Mista: But because I put that piece of ice I'd picked up earlier into my hat... Mista: Number Five... It seems you were able to reverse the aging. Mista: Thanks for stopping those bllts for me... All three of them. Mista: Number Five... I have one more request... Five: If you want to send one of us to Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,I already revived Number Six, and he went on ahead! Five: He took the ice in your pocket and JoJo-main: ,went to tell them that two enemies were heading for the turtle! Misa: That's perfect... I don't need the ice anymore... JoJo-main: ,after all... Five: Mista! Pesci: It's Bucciarati, Bro! Pesci: Bucciarati's the one missing! Pro: It doesn't matter if Bucciarati's in there or not! JoJo-main: ,All that matters is that we take Trish alive! Pro: Thankful Death! Pesci: What the hell?! Bruno: You're pretty intuitive... And fast, too. Bruno: I just have to defeat him, right? JoJo-main: ,The one in black! Six: That's right, Bucciarati! Six: If you defeat him, everyone's aging will be reversed! Pro: What the hell is Mista's Stand doing here?! Pro: I personally blasted three holes into his head... Pro: So why is that thing here with an ice cube?! Six: Don't let that thing touch you! Six: If it does, you'll age way, way faster! Six: Get 'em! Pro: H-He's fast... Pesci: Bro! Pro: Don't worry about me! JoJo-main: ,Deal with the guys in the turtle! Pro: Hurry it up! k*ll the rest of his crew! Pro: That was a little naïve, wasn't it, Bucciarati? Pro: After Mista went to all that trouble to warn you... Pro: Defeating me, even if it costs the lives of your crew, to protect the girl... Pro: Isn't that your mission? Pro: You fail as a capo. Take this! Pro: What?! Bruno: I will complete this mission, Bruno: and I will also protect my crew. Bruno: It won't be hard for me to do both if I'm only facing the likes of you. Pro: It's fast... Pro: It's definitely fast... Pro: Your... Zipper Man, was it? Pro: It's definitely faster... Pro: But you're the one who doesn't seem to understand speed, Bucciarati! Pro: I seem to be out of breath... Pro: But the same goes for you, Bucciarati. Pro: Since we used our Stands at full speed, we both used up a lot of energy. Pro: You didn't comprehend that and tried to go as fast as you could, Pro: even though you're still agingdespite standing still! Pro: The more horsepower a car has, the warmer it gets! Pro: That's because you're burning calories. JoJo-main: ,You're a smart guy, so I'm sure you can figure out... Pro: what'll happen when your body gets warmer! Six: B-Bucciarati! Six: Th-The ice is starting to lose its effect! Pro: So what are you going to do now, huh? Pro: This zipper you gave me is starting to close. Pro: The zipper on my chin is already gone. Pro: What's the matter? Pro: Exhausted from your stiff shoulders? bruno: Zipper Man! Pro: I can see your movements! You're too slow, Bucciarati! Pro: I've got you! Now you're all finished! Pro: And then we'll be taking the boss's daughter! Bruno: I was aware of what wouldhappen if my body warmed up. Bruno: I was also prepared to get caught. Bruno: I will complete this mission. JoJo-main: ,I will also protect my crew. Bruno: One of the hardest parts of being a capo is the fact that I have to do both. Bruno: Are you prepared? Bruno: I am. Pro: Wha— Pro: Y-You can't mean... Pro: You bastard! You can't be serious! Bruno: Doing both is simple, JoJo-main: ,if I can get you off this train. Bruno: If I can just undo the aging, my five subordinates will be back, Bruno: and we'll be able to protect Trish! Pro: You bastard! Y-You can't be serious! Let go! Pro: We're moving at kilometers per hour! Bruno: Oh, come on, now. You're the one who grabbed me. Pro: Are you trying to die?! You bastard!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x15 - The Grateful d*ad, Part 1 / Thankful Death, Part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Pro: Pesci! What the hell are you doing?! Pro: Pesci! Pro: Hurry up and stop the train! Pro: Pesci! Pesci: B-Bro! Pro: Stop the train! Pesci: Bro! Pesci: I-I don't know how to stop it! Bruno: Now you and your aging ability will both disappear. Bruno: Then my crew will return to normal, and Trish will be safe! Pro: You bastard... Pro: Bucciarati! Pesci: Bro! Bruno: What?! Pesci: Prosciutto! Pro: W-Well done, Pesci! Pro: Excellent work! That was quick thinking! Pesci: That was close... JoJo-main: ,I almost didn't make it, but thank goodness I managed to hook him! Pesci: Now my hook will never let him go! Pesci: B-But this is definitely the weight of two people! Pesci: Bucciarati must be hanging on, too! Pro: I seriously thought I was done for, Bucciarati. Pro: I called you a failure of a capo, but I take that back now. Pro: I apologize for my rudeness. Pro: You are able to make decisions impartially. Pro: You're even able to risk your own life. Pro: The boss made the right decision, leaving Trish in your hands. Pro: I'm actually astonished. Pro: However, Bucciarati... Pro: You're an unlucky capo! Pro: Now, fall into the hell of kilometers per hour! Bruno: Zipper Man! Pro: Did you forget? JoJo-main: ,You're still aging as we speak! Pro: Too slow! Bruno: You know... I was saved by that line your little bro sent out. Pro: He wasn't aiming for me. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Could I actually be the unlucky one? Pro: There was no way Mista should have been alive! Pro: I fired three bllts straight into his head. Pro: The fact that he's alive Pro: is as messed up as someone saying the sun rises in the west! Six: I happened to let him know Six: that the energy from an attck on the line Six: gets sent back to the one who's hooked! Pro: Impossible! Pro: Bucciarati! Pesci: It's one person lighter now! JoJo-main: ,We must've thrown Bucciarati off! Pesci: We did it, Prosciutto! Bruno: Looks like the aging is wearing off. Six: Now we just have to deal with the fishing hook guy! Bruno: Yeah. Pesci: Earlier, my Fisher Man's hook definitely dug into Bro's right hand... Pesci: His pinky was on the right side of the hook. Pesci: But right now... Pesci: The pinky is on the left side of the hook. Pesci: This is someone's left hand! Pesci: What the heck's going on? Pesci: Whose hand is on the other end? Pesci: How did Bro's right hand switch to his left?! Pesci: N-Now that I think about it... Bro also seems just a bit heavier... Guy: H-Hey, you! Guy: Make them stop the train! I think everyone on this train is sick! Guy: I'm starting to feel much better, but... Guy: I've lost some teeth! Pesci: Th-The aging has stopped! Guy: Hey, are you listening to me?! Guy: Have the driver stop the train, quick! Pesci: It can't be... Pesci: Don't tell me the weight that was flung from the line was... Pesci: It can't be! Pesci: It can't be! It can't be true! Pesci: Don't tell me that Bro... Guy: Are you listening to me, you dumbass?! Guy: I'm talking to you! You, right there! Pesci: My bro, Prosciutto! Pesci: What should I do? What should I do? Pesci: What am I supposed to do? Pesci: No way! The guys inside the turtle are going to come out, too! Pesci: Wh-What should I do? What should I... Guy: What the hell are you even saying?! JoJo-main: ,I'm telling you to make them stop the train! Pesci: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Pesci: Shut up, damn it! Guy: You some kind of mammoni?! Guy: Fine. I'm starting to feel better, so I'll tell them my— Pesci: Wh-What's going on? Pesci: The aging hasn't stopped! Six: Bucciarati, y-you're... Bruno: Impossible... Bruno: Don't tell me... Don't tell me he... Bruno: What?! Pro: Thankful... Death... Pesci: Bro! Pesci: You were right, Bro... You were totally right. Pesci: You said we should never JoJo-main: ,release our Stand ability once we've gotten a hold of them, even if we lose a limb... Pesci: Bro... Pesci: With the mess his body's in, th-there's no way he can survive... Pesci: He's going to die any second now, Pesci: and yet he isn't releasing his Stand's ability! Pesci: We have to get Trish, no matter what, right, Bro? Pesci: We can't turn back now... Pesci: I get it now, Prosciutto! Pesci: I understand your resolve Pesci: not as mere words, Pesci: but within my heart. Pesci: Once we think of klling someone, Bro, Pesci: the deed has already been done! Pesci: That's the first time I did someone in. Pesci: But it wasn't as big of a deal as I thought it'd be. Pesci: And now, there's no one left Pesci: to call me a mammoni. Sign: Pesci Sign: Fisher Man Pesci: I'm going to settle this once and for all Pesci: before Bro's ability disappears! Six: Bucciarati! You need to hurry up and remove that hook! Bruno: Yeah. Pesci: You opened up your hand with a zipper. Bruno: He can tell what I'm trying to do? Pesci: I'll read all of his actions! Pesci: I'll make the hook travel from his hand down his wrist and to his forearm! Six: The hook's traveling further up your arm! Pesci: The hook is out again! Bruno: It's no use. Whenever I try to get the hook out, JoJo-main: ,he reads my moves within a few centimeters! Bruno: And he's powerful! pesci: I'm not going to lose track of your body! Pesci: And I'm going to get Trish and make sure Prosciutto's will is seen through! Six: Bucciarati! The bastard down there! Six: If we finish him once and for all, Giorno and the others will stop aging Six: and take care of the fishing line guy! Bruno: I know, but that's provingquite difficult to do, too! Pesci: I'll make you suffer the same agony my Bro is going through! Six: Bucciarati! Pesci: He's hanging on to something. Pesci: In that case... You can just go up! Six: You're heading right for those electrical wires! Pesci: Get chopped in half! Pesci: I felt an impact, but he didn't get chopped in half or fall off. Pesci: I feel a heartbeat through the line. JoJo-main: ,Bucciarati is still alive. Pesci: He's entered the train! Six: That was close, Bucciarati! Six: At this point, we're gonna have to face him head-on! Bruno: Yes... But that's going to be difficult, as well. Bruno: We won't make it in time. JoJo-main: ,The hook has now entered my chest! Six: What?! Pesci: The distance between the hook andyour heart is now twelve centimeters... JoJo-main: ,Eleven centimeters... Bruno: I underestimated the situation. Bruno: The enemy that posed a greater thrat on this train JoJo-main: ,wasn't the one who could age everyone. Bruno: The one who's even more terrifying Bruno: is the guy using this fishing line! Six: So what are you gonna do?! JoJo-main: ,The hook's gonna dig into your heart soon! Pesci: Nine centimeters, eight centimeters... Bruno: Then I don't have any choice. Bruno: In order to defeat his ability, Bruno: I'm just going to have to show him Bruno: that my resolve is superior to his! Bruno: Zipper Man! Six: What the hell are you doing?! Six: Bucciarati! Pesci: He disappeared! Pesci: I can't feel his pulse or the vibration from his breathing... Pesci: Why?! Pesci: How did I lose his presence? Pesci: How?! Six: How can you do something so insane, Bucciarati?! Six: I know there's no other way... Six: But seriously, are you going to be okay?! Bruno: Quiet... down. Bruno: Wait until he goes away. Bruno: This is what it means to have resolve... Number Six. Pesci: Damn it, I can't find him! Pesci: Bucciarati can go anywhere with his zippers! Pesci: Could he be heading here from s-some direction? Pesci: No, wait. Calm down... Pesci: Jumping at shadows is a sign of weakness! Pesci: That's what Prosciutto would tell me! Pro: Be more confident, Pesci. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It doesn't matter if you're on a moving train. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'm sure you can find him by sensing his heartbeat. Pesci: That's what he'd say! Pesci: There's no way Bucciarati can move quickly right now! Pesci: He must still be somewhere near the hook! Six: H-He's extending the line even further! Six: Quickly, pull yourself together and run! Bruno: For now... JoJo-main: ,he's lost sight of me. Bruno: I can make it through this as long as I don't move. Bruno: The fact that I'm not doing anything right now Bruno: shows my resolve. Pesci: His heartbeat, his pulse... Look for those two things. Borgh,Sfx: Borgh Pesci: Got one! But that's not him! Pesci: The weight isn't right. Pesci: It must be another passenger! Pesci: This is... It's weakened, but that's the sound of a heart! Six: N-No! He's going to find your heart! Six: How could you do such a thing?! Six: He said he wasn't going to do anything, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,but he chopped his heart in half to stop it from beating. Six: This is insane! Six: How long can humans live when their heart and breathing have stopped? Pesci: D-Damn it! It's not there! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I don't sense anything else moving in that room! Pesci: D-Did he move somewhere else using his zippers after all? Six: Y-You're reaching your limit! Pesci: Where the hell did he go?! Pesci: Don't tell me that Bucciarati Pesci: actually managed to finish off Prosciutto... Pesci: Once the aging stops, the rest of Bucciarati's guys will step out of that turtle! Pesci: God damn it! Pesci: I'm not gonna let that happen! Six: W-We did it! He gave up on this cabin! Six: Your resolve made him search elsewhere! Six: You managed to make it through! Six: Hurry up and zip your body back together! Hurry it up! Bruno: Un...believable... Bruno: How unlucky... Six: Bucciarati! Pull yourself together! Six: My only expertise is controlling bllts! Six: I don't have enough energy to move stuff that's bigger than me! Bruno: He was more stubborn than I thought... Bruno: He's... won... Pesci: Stop, you damned train! Six: What the heck?! Pesci: B-Bro! Bruno: This was definitely a difficult path Bruno: that I wouldn't have been able to traverse without some luck. Bruno: The path leading closer to you, that is. Pesci: You're going to pay, Bucciarati... Six: You got close to him! Your resolve won out, Bucciarati! Pesci: ...right in front of Bro, before he's gone for good. Six: What the hell?! Pesci: I'm surprised you were able to see through that attck! Bruno: His eyes and face... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,They look as if they've come through ten years of endless bloodshed. Bruno: I feel such intensity and calmness from his eyes. Bruno: Trickery won't work against him. Pro: Do it... Victory is in your hands... Pesci... Pro: Do it... I'm watching... over you... Pesci: I will mrder you! Six: What?! Pesci: I knew you'd do that! Pesci: Going up someone's arm to get to their heart was a surefire plan JoJo-main: ,I've been using because I was less confident and I thought I'd miss otherwise! Pesci: When I'm confident I won't miss, I go straight for the heart! Pesci: Right now, I'm going to go straight for everything! Pesci: I'm gonna mrder you! I'll rip your heart out, Bucciarati! Bruno: You're supposed to say that after you've actually done it. Bruno: In the world of gangsters, that is. Pesci: Did I... lose? Pesci: Am I... going to die? Pesci: But... I'm not... just going to die! Pesci: Go ahead... and take her... and run... Pesci: I'll let Trish live... Six: He's got the turtle! Trish: Wh-Where am I? Pesci: But before I die... Pesci: I'll leave your heart in despair! Pesci: The despair of losing your crew! Pesci: I'm going to smash this turtle to pieces! Six: Holy shit! That's not good! Bruno: Earlier, I saw nobility and resolve that was hardened like a diamond, shining in your eyes. Bruno: But you've fallen. Bruno: Now you're just a piece of shit. Pesci: Fallen? Fallen, you say?! Pesci: The only ones who are going to fall and get crushed are these bastards! Pesci: You won't make it in time! I hope you enjoy hell, Bucciarati! Bruno: You're going to fail, no matter what, when you're a piece of shit. Bruno: Arrivederci. _Goodbye_,Sign: "Goodbye" Prosciutto____De,Sign: Prosciutto –dad\h\h{\fs}Stand Name: The Thankful Death{\fs}Pesci –dad\h\h{\fs}Stand Name: Fisher Man Bruno: As I figured, we won't be able to continue riding this train. Six: Yeah. Six: There's no way they haven't contacted the rest of their crew. Bruno: I'm sure they told the others about our destination and the turtle. Bruno: We'll have to use another form of transportation from here. Trish: There's something I want to ask you. Trish: Are you willing to give me an answer? Bruno: I haven't been given permission to answer any of your questions. Bruno: Our mission is solely to be your bodyguards. Trish: You are going to answer me. Trish: Who am I? Trish: What the hell is this? Trish: What's this on the ground? Trish: Why can I suddenly see such bizarre things? Trish: Why is my life in danger because of a father I don't even know?! Bruno: As I thought... The boss's daughter is a Stand user. Trish: Answer me! Sign: Bruno Bucciarati Sign: Zipper Man Guy: It's currently : PM. Guy: I got here twenty minutes after the train stopped. Guy: Prosciutto is d*ad next to the tracks. Guy: Parts of Pesci's body, which has been torn to pieces, are on the riverbank. Guy: Judging from the scene, the one who disposed of them is Bucciarati's Zipper Man. Phone: I see. Where are those guys and the girl? Guy: They're long gone. Phone: You gonna be able to track them, Melone? Melone: Yeah. Melone: Everything the two who have fallen managed to do will make tracking them possible. Melone: I've managed to collect a blood sample. Melone: Bucciarati's, that is.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x16 - The Grateful d*ad, Part 2 / Thankful Death, Part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Phone: You gonna be able to track them, Melone? Melone: Yeah. Melone: I've managed to collect a blood sample. Melone: Bucciarati's, that is. Guy: Hey, when's this train gonna get underway? Guy: Please, just wait a little bit longer. Guy: We have another driver on the way right now! Guy: What? What happened to the first one? anita: Ugh, talk about annoying. JoJo-main: ,Especially that crying brat over there. Anita: I knew I shouldn't have gotten on this train with all these peasants. Melone: Miss. Melone: How's your health? Anita: H-Hey, what do you think you're doing?! Anita: This is my compartment! JoJo-main: ,You can read what's written on the door, can't you? Melone: Do you have anything with your birthdate written on it? Anita: Uh... Melone: Oh. Anita: Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Melone: Born March , . Twenty-four years old. Melone: Very... bellissimo. Melone: A very good age. Anita: Don't touch my things! Anita: Get out! Smack,Sfx: Smack Melone: So good... Melone: What a magnificent slap. JoJo-main: ,If you have the energy to produce such a strong slap, there's no doubt. JoJo-main: ,You are... Melone: in excellent health. Melone: "Health: excellent." Melone: And judging by the taste of your fingers, your blood type is O. Melone: Right? Anita: What's your deal? Are you a thief? JoJo-main: ,Who do you think I am? Anita: My family— Melone: Ah, I don't need your name. Melone: I don't care about where you were born or your upbringing. Melone: What's important is your current health condition, Melone: your birthday, and your blood type. Melone: A Pisces and type O! Melone: Bucciarati is an Aries and type A, JoJo-main: ,and, according to horoscopes, is a terrible match for you. Melone: And that's so perfect! Melone: Looks like you drink and smoke, as well. Melone: Do you do any drugs? Melone: If you're doing any drugs... JoJo-main: ,You're even more amazingly di molto great! Anita: I-If you want money, I have it... If you want more, I have a credit card... Melone: Listen. Melone: Could you be quiet and listen? Melone: This next question is the most important of all. Melone: What's important here is your preference. Melone: Which do you prefer? Melone: Apparently the Indian Karma Sutra, which was written , years ago, JoJo-main: ,has more than positions in it. Melone: And I think it's really important... Melone: as the beginning that leads to the birth of an excellent child. Melone: Now, choose. Melone: Babyhead! Anita: H-H-Help me! Anita: Help me! Sign: Conception complete Sign: minutes until birth Sign: Analyzing the DNA from Bruno Bucciarati's blood sample.Would you like to integrate the DNA into a body and nurture it so that it can be tracked? Melone: Oh, yes. We're going to nurture it... Sign: : Yes. : No. JoJo-main: ,into something atrocious. Melone: Di molto... JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Babyhead Abba: As long as no one finds us, JoJo-main: ,we should make it to Venice by tomorrow or the day after. Nara: Man... Everyone seems super bummed. Nara: I wonder if Bucciarati said something harsh to Trish. Gio: No... I think she's worried because Bucciarati hasn't told her anything. Gio: Trish is probably a Stand user, but hasn't realized it. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,And her mysterious father... Gio: She has all sorts of questions on her mind. Gio: But Bucciarati is forbidden to speak about any of those things. Gio: I'd like to look more into her abilities. Gio: They'd probably offer some hints about the mysterious boss. Gio: She's very strong-willed. JoJo-main: ,She doesn't cry or complain at all. Five: Mista! Five: Tell Number Two and Number Three to share the hamburger with us! Mista: Huh? What are you talking about? JoJo-main: ,There's nothing to eat here right now... Mista: Huh? Mista: Where the hell did you get that?! Mista: D-Don't tell me... Guy: Why'd my hamburger disappear? Guy: There's something under the seat. Mista: Sh-Shit! Guy: A turtle? JoJo-main: ,There's something on its back... Six: What are we going to do, Mista? Guy: It looks like some kind of jewel... Is it a key? Three: This seems bad. Bruno: What just happened? Fugo: Mista, you were keeping watch on the ceiling, weren't you? JoJo-main: ,What happened? Mista: Huh? Me? Mista: I-I haven't the slightest. I wasn't watching at that moment... Mista: Huh? Maybe the truck stopped... Sign: Birth complete Anita: Ow! Anita: What happened? Anita: Th-This... Anita: D-Don't tell me I— Anita: Thank goodness. Nothing happened. Anita: That stupid asshle! Anita: What the hell was up with that creepy bastard?! Anita: How dare he make me think I was about to die?! Anita: I wanna kll him, damn it! Anita: That piece of shit! Anita: Hello? Are you the conductor of this train? Anita: Come to my compartment, right now! Sign: What does "kll" mean? Melone: Looks like they were born. Melone: They're starting to learn from their mother. Melone: Babyhead's child, that is... Melone: And this is great! JoJo-main: ,They're already responding to their mother's desire to kll someone! Melone: Make us proud! Anita: I'm telling you, some creepy bastard attcked me here! He attcked me! Anita: It's because you have that poor excuse for a lock on the door! Anita: There's even a bump on my head! Anita: Ugh, I'm so pissed! JoJo-main: ,That piece of shit! I hope you guys are prepared! Baby: What does... "kll" mean? Anita: I'm going to sue the hell out of you guys! This is unbelievable! Baby: What does... "piece of shit" mean? Melone: Would you like to learn some more? Melone: Okay, pay close attention. Melone: This is Mr. Lion. He's the king of beasts. Melone: The one with the long nose is Mr. Elephant, JoJo-main: ,and the one with the long neck is Mr. Giraffe. Melone: The one eating the grass is Mr. Zebra. Melone: And... JoJo-main: ,Oh, what's this? Melone: This is what "kll" means. Do you understand? Melone: It means to make them die, or to get rid of them. Melone: Next... Oh, we have some children's games. Melone: A spinning top and baseball. Melone: This is bowling, and these are ice skates. Melone: Oh, dear! Look at how handy these things are when you use them like this! Melone: The ones who died are the pieces of shit. Melone: You use "piece" when there's only one and say "pieces" when there's more than one. Melone: Do you understand? Melone: But you can kll them in whatever way your instincts tell you to. Melone: However, you are forbidden to attck this girl named Trish. Melone: You need to capture her alive. Melone: There is also a newbiewhose face we haven't seen yet. Melone: They're with Bucciarati as well, so you need to find them and kll them. Sign: I have to pee.What should I do? Melone: What should you do? JoJo-main: ,I mean, just do it? Melone: Babies pee all the time. Guy: But it doesn't look like the lock's been broken... Anita: H-Hey, what is this?! Anita: There's something leaking from the ceiling of this stupid train! Guy: I don't see anything... Anita: I-It stinks! Anita: What is this?! It's so dirty and gross! Guy: Miss... Sign: Mommy said that I stink.She's also screaming that I'm "dirty and gross." Melone: So it seems. And how does that make you feel about her? Sign: What a great mommy! Melone: Yes! Melone: Di molto! This is extremely wonderful! Melone: You're learning so well! Sign: I'm hungry...What should I do? Melone: Not yet. You haven't learned enough yet. JoJo-main: ,It's too soon. Sign: Let me drink! Hurry and let me drink! Melone: Hey, not yet! I told you, not yet! Anita: I can't take this anymore! JoJo-main: ,I can't spend another second on this train! Anita: I'll sue the train company and make sure they take responsibility for all this! Anita: I'll tell them the bump on my head is a concussion, too... Guy: Huh? I don't hear her anymore... Melone: She was too good of a mother! Melone: It's good that she taught him the desire to kll first, but this is too early! Melone: H-Hey! Sign: Bucciarati's DNA is currently not moving...It's idle somewhere up north. Melone: What am I going to do with you? Melone: I guess I can't deny your talents, though. Melone: It looks like the atmatic tracking of Bucciarati's DNA has kicked in. Melone: It's a hassle, but Babyhead's son is an invincible, remote-controlled Stand. Melone: Nothing can defeat you! Sign: Melone Sign: Babyhead Nara: Let's just steal one already. fugo: Are you stupid? Fugo: Word would spread in no time and go right to the enemy. Fugo: Then they'll just be waiting to ambush us! Mista: That's true. Abba: Fugo's got a good point. Nara: Then let's hear what Bucciarati wants us to do. Fugo: Wh-What are you doing, Giorno? Gio: If we steal only one, we'll be caught immediately. Gio: But if we steal a hundred... Gio: If it isn't just a single car that disappeared, Gio: and if they're all found in pieces at different locations, Gio: the search for the missing cars will be much harder, Gio: and it should give us plenty of time to get to Venice. Nara: I see... Mista: That definitely beats hitchhiking. Abba: Whatever. Abba: Giorno, you tell Bucciarati. Abba: Here. Abba: We're going to go get a car. Bruno: Please get down from the chair. Bruno: It's very dangerous outside right now. Trish: Listen, Mr. Bucciarati. Trish: If I were to ask you a dumb question, would you be able to answer it? Bruno: It depends on the question. Trish: What am I supposed to do if I need to go to the bathroom? Trish: You aren't suggesting that I use a diaper, are you? Bruno: I see... That's a very good question. Trish: Good. I'm glad you understand. Bruno: Let's make the closet a toilet. Bruno: Please, go ahead. Trish: Go ahead? Bruno: You said you had to go to the bathroom. Bruno: I don't know where it leads underneath that, but I'm sure the turtle will be fine. Bruno: It might actually get nutrients from it. Trish: I have no idea what you're trying to say... Gio: Bucciarati, we've procured a car. Bruno: All right. Once we confirm that we're safe, let's head out. Gio: Understood. Gio: That bike... When did it show up here? Gio: Where's the person who was riding it? Bruno: Giorno, is something wrong? Bruno: Trish? Bruno: What the hell?! Bruno: Trish! Bruno: I-Impossible! Bruno: Trish! Bruno: Zipper— Bruno: Shit... It's a Stand, and a remote-controlled one! Bruno: But this power isn't remote-controlled. What's— Gio: Bucciarati, please be on your guard. JoJo-main: ,A strange bike has appeared. Gio: Bucciarati? Gio: Don't tell me... Bucciarati! Gio: Where's Trish? Trish! Gio: I had the turtle in my hands this whole time... Gio: I'd know if they came outside. Gio: Could the enemy have already used some kind of attck? Gio: Golden Wind! Melone: Di molto! Sign: {\an\pos(,}I've captured the boss's daughter, Trish,and Bucciarati as well.What should I do now? Melone: Di molto! Well done, Babyhead! Melone: Get away from there immediately, of course! Sign: I'm currently inside a turtle...There's one human waiting at the exit of the turtle. Sign: {\an\pos(,)\fs}I've never seen him before.He's going to find me on my way back. What should I do? Melone: Someone you've never seen? Melone: That must be the newbie. Melone: If he finds you, you're going to have to get rid of him. Sign: {\an\pos(,)\fs}Roger.{\fscx}I will get rid of the newbie who's waiting at the turtle's exit. Melone: But make sure you do it quietly so you aren't found by the others. Melone: Capturing Trish takes top priority. Melone: I'll have them head over there as well, just in case. Gio: I thought I felt a presence there, but... Baby: No, you were correct. Gio: Everyone! There's an enemy here! We're being atta— Gio: D-Did it take... my throat?! Fugo: Are you done yet, Mista? Mista: Don't rush me! Abba: Is something wrong? Nara: Nah. Giorno's waving. Nara: I'm pretty sure Bucciarati's telling us to hurry up and get the car. Mista: I just told you not to rush me! Sign: {\an\pos(,)\fscx}The attck was successful. It's very quiet,because I stole part of his throat. Melone: Di molto! Well done! Gio: Impossible! I destroyed the cabinet, but it's still not showing itself? Gio: And how am I not able to see it the moment it attcks me? Gio: Where is it hiding, and how is it carving out pieces of me? Gio: Carving out pieces... Which means... Smack,Sfx: {\c&H&}Shpang Melone: So you've carved away his leg and eye, too? Melone: Di molto! Well done! Now, come back, Babyhead! Sign: {\an\pos(,)\fs}The attck was unsuccessful.{\fscx}Obviously, he's figured out what I am. What should I do? Melone: What? Sign: The newbie outside has removed the key from the turtle's back. Sign: Apparently, when someone removes the key, only living things can leave. Sign: My body is floating upward.What should I do? Melone: I'm not sure what you're saying... Living things? Melone: You're a Stand! It doesn't matter if you're living or not. Sign: That's true, but right now,I have the eye that I stole from him.His eye is living. Gio: I knew it... It was that cabinet. Gio: I see now... Gio: It's not that I couldn't see the enemy. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'd seen them all along! Gio: This ability chops up humans and reconstructs them into something else! Sign: Melone.What should I do?What should I do?What should I do? Melone: Don't panic! Who cares if he figured out your ability? Melone: The newbie hasn't been able to breathe for a while, and he's missing a leg, right? Melone: Just defeat him already and steal the turtle, along with Trish! Baby: Roger. Gio: Golden Wind! Gio: It's dodging by splitting itself apart! Gio: Which means... Gio: G-Guys... JoJo-main: ,I need to somehow... let them know... Gio: That had some effect! Baby: No, that was just a rock. Gio: Sh-Shit... Gio: Trish is going to get taken... Gio: At this rate, Bucciarati will be eliminated! Gio: I-It's strong... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Is it... invincible? Baby: I will leave the newbie's corpse here. Baby: As planned, I've quietly captured Trish. Melone: Di molto! Good! Baby: I'm heading back to the train you're on now, Melone. Gio: Reconstructing humans into objects... Gio: Your ability gave me an excellent hint. Gio: Your ability is similar to my Golden Wind. Gio: They're very much alike in the way that they both recreate something. Gio: Due to the hint you gave me, and almost being klled, Gio: it would appear... Gio: that I've grown a little. Baby: M-Melone, did you hear that? Baby: I totally forgot earlier, but now I know the newbie's Stand ability. Melone: What about the newbie? Baby: His button has become an eye! In his hand! It became an eyeball! Melone: Hey, Babyhead, what are you talking about? JoJo-main: ,What's this about the dad newbie? Baby: He inserted the eye into his face! Smack,Sfx: {\c&HDD&\c&HC&}Rum{\c&HACF&}ble JoJo-main: ,He did the same with his throat and leg! Baby: His ability is to create life! Baby: He created his own parts! JoJo-main: ,His ability is the exact opposite of mine! Melone: Hey, who the hell are you talking about? Gio: You're not getting away! Golden Wind! Baby: The newbie... He... Baby: He's been revived! Baby: A-Are you listening, Melone? Baby: He made parts of the motorcycle into roots! Baby: I can't separate them! JoJo-main: ,I have to get rid of the parts that are stuck! Baby: I need to get away from the bike! Gio: Did it turn into a rock again? Baby: This isn't good. He's going to try to pick up the turtle. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'll kll him before he picks it up! Melone: Calm down, Babyhead! Melone: Let him pick up the turtle. Baby: What do you mean? Melone: The moment he picks up the turtle, tear him apart for good. Gio: Oil's pouring out. That's not good! Melone: Make sure he can never get up again! Baby: I got him! Baby: It was only a little bit, but how dare you freak me out, you bastard?! Baby: Now, I'm going to rip your head— Gio: I've learned a lot from your ability to turn humans into objects. Gio: I'm not sure if it's fate or if our Stands were attracted to each other JoJo-main: ,due to their similarities that we met. Gio: But because of you, my Golden Wind was able to grow. Baby: Wh-Where did it go? Baby: I just tore off your wrist. Where did it go? Gio: Tore off? JoJo-main: ,That's incorrect. Gio: I intentionally let it go. Gio: I'd like to give you a little advice. Gio: You should probably use your hand to defend yourself, rather than attck me. Baby: D-Don't you dare underestimate me! Baby: Take this! Baby: What?! Gio: The hand that I cut off has already become another living creature JoJo-main: ,and inv*de your body. Gio: Yes. Gio: As you can see, it turned into a piranha!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x17 - Baby Face / Babyhead"}	foreverdreaming
Ghiaccio: I should be able to meet up with Melone in about an hour. Risotto: Ghiaccio, I'll leave the situation to you and Melone. Risotto: You can never be too careful. Risotto: I'll stay here and try to figure out where they're headed. Ghia: Got it, Risotto. Riso: How much longer are you going to make me wait? Hurry up. JoJo-main: ,You should have no problem restoring this. Guy: Risotto. Guy: Do you really think you can get away with betraying Passione? Riso: We're a bit short on time. Riso: Next will be your left eye. Riso: As long as you have your right hand and right eye, you can still work. Guy: You should know better than anyone! JoJo-main: ,Anyone who betrays the boss will be erased... JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Head to Venice! Baby: What?! Gio: The hand that I cut off has already become another living creature Gio: and invde your body. Gio: As you can see, it turned into a piranha! Gio: There's a huge hole that goes all the way to its head... Gio: and it can still move? Melone: Wh-What's wrong, Babyhead? Melone: Answer me! Hey! Sign: This is turtle shit... Baby: This is literally shit that the turtle left behind! Baby: Why the hell do I have to go through this? Baby: Damn it! Baby: This pain in my heart... Baby: You're going to make up for this Baby: by dying in disgrace! I'll see to that! Gio: If Bucciarati and Trish won't turn back to normal unless I destroy you... Gio: then I'll do it! JoJo-main: ,You're not getting away. Next, I'll go for your head! Baby: Go ahead and try it... JoJo-main: ,you dickhead! Sign: DickheadI'll kll you...Go ahead and try it... Melone: Damn it... Melone: The only problem with auto-tracking is that it won't listen to me percent. Baby: You bastard! Gio: You got me three times already. Gio: I know the range of your attcks! Gio: That bastard's range... JoJo-main: ,just grew! Melone: It's gotten taller? Melone: It must've grown even more because it got pissed off! Melone: Di molto! Melone: I knew choosing that woman as the mother was the right choice! Baby: Simple is best. Baby: I'm going to kll this bastard exactly how I want to kll him! Gio: Bring it back, Golden Wind! Baby: Die! GW: Useless! Gio: A direct ht. Baby: You should get your eyes checked. Baby: You didn't ht my head! Baby: I've won! This is the end! Gio: I told you, it's useless. Baby: Wh-What the hell?! Gio: Look again. JoJo-main: ,The hand that Golden Wind brought back wasn't its own. Gio: It's the bike. JoJo-main: ,I gave the bike life and had it return to us as a hand. Crush,Sfx: Crush Gio: You just took that bike into your body, JoJo-main: ,as a part of you. Baby: This is nothing... Baby: I'll just split apart and get away aga— Gio: Think about it. Gio: There's gasoline in bikes. Gio: I'm pretty sure I can cause a big enough explsin to keep you from splitting apart Gio: in time to escape. Baby: What?! Crush,Sfx: Kaom Baby: Sizzling... Burning... Gio: Looks like doing what you wanted was useless... JoJo-main: ,in the end. Sign: Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn...ing...! Melone: I-It disappeared? JoJo-main: ,My contact with it disappeared?! Melone: Damn it! This is unbelievable! Melone: Curse you, newbie! Bruno: He did it. Ghia: It should be somewhere around here... Old: My car is gone! Lady: Where's my car? Was it stolen?! Ghia: That's Melone's bike... Ghia: I was told to leave no stone unturned and JoJo-main: ,take a leaf out of someone's book if I have to, in order to find them... Ghia: I get the "leave no stone unturned" part. JoJo-main: ,I totally get it. Ghia: I mean, you have to turn stones over to find stuff. Ghia: But what the hell does it mean to take a leaf out of someone's book?! Ghia: What's a leaf doing inside a book?! Ghia: Damn it! Ghia: What's that supposed to mean?! Ghia: Why the hell is there a leaf in a book?! Ghia: You think I'm stupid?! Damn it! Ghia: Hey, Melone! Bucciarati and his crew are nowhere to be found! Ghia: Are you listening?! Hello?! Melone: I hear you... JoJo-main: ,But I haven't completely failed just yet! Melone: I still have Bucciarati's blood! Melone: I can create an infinite number of Juniors! Melone: I'll have them track Bucciarati down immediately! Ghia: You'd better, Melone. Melone: We need to be extra careful with the newbie. Melone: We should get rid of him first. Melone: I'll find an even better mother Melone: and create an even more powerful and invincible Melone: Junior to go track them down. Melone: What the hell was that? JoJo-main: ,It looked like a snake... Ghia: What? What's wrong? Melone: What's a snake doing at a station in Rome? Melone: I-It's burning! Melone: This is... that newbie's ability... JoJo-main: ,He must've used Junior's corpse to— Ghia: Hello? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Hey, Melone! What's wrong? Hey! Gio: The venomous snake I left at Roma Termini Station Gio: reverted to being one of the enemy's components. Fugo: We disposed of the user. JoJo-main: ,That makes five. Fugo: If the information we have is correct, Fugo: there are only two members of the Hitman Team left. Mista: Still, we can't let our guard down. Mista: Let's haul ass to Venice! Ghia: Now Melone, too? Ghia: Shit! Shit! Shit! Ghia: Shit! Ghia: Hello?! Risotto: It's me. I've managed to get that thing analyzed. Ghia: Huh?! Riso: I'm sending the data right now. Bruno: We've received a new order from the boss. Bruno: Abbacchio, could you come over here by this chair? Abba: Me? Bruno: Here's the order. Abba: "Have Abbacchio use his Moody Jazz near the chair and rewind hours." Bruno: Someone was inside this turtle before we got here. Bruno: I think that's what this suggests. Abba: Got it. JoJo-main: ,Then I'll search from around hours back. Abba: It transformed. Nara: Hey, I've seen that geezer before! Bruno: That's the capo, Mr. Pericolo. Bruno: So he was the one who placed the turtle JoJo-main: ,next to the water fountain at Naples Station. Abba: And approximately hours ago, he entered this turtle. Abba: I'm continuing the replay. Peri: Bucciarati and team, I will now give you your final order. Bruno: Final order? Peri: The reason we're using this method to give you information is to prevent leaks. Peri: I'm about to tell you something of utmost importance that no one else must learn: Peri: how you're going to hand Trish over to the boss. Peri: How we're going to... Nara: ...hand Trish over? Peri: Well, here it is. JoJo-main: ,Once you safely get to Venice, JoJo-main: ,go to this sculpture and retrieve the OA-DISC that's inside. Peri: It contains the data on how you're going to hand her over. Nara: Hey! He set it on fre! Bruno: Abbacchio, pause it! Abba: Right. Bruno: I'm pretty sure this is the entrance to Venice... Bruno: Right in front of Santa Lucia Station. JoJo-main: ,The lion statue is from there. Peri: That is all. JoJo-main: ,Make sure that you obtain the OA-DISC. Peri: They've already found out about me. Peri: The most important thing is to deliver Trish safely to her father. Peri: We mustn't leave any kind of evidence. Peri: Thanks to the boss, I was able to live a very wealthy, blessed, and fulfilling life. Peri: My mission is now over. Peri: I pray from the bottom of my heart that you stay safe. Nara: What the hell?! Bruno: Mr. Pericolo... Dia: They should've received the order by now. Dia: Obtain the disc, or getting to me is going to prove rather difficult. Dia: The most important thing is what awaits at the end... Dia: Bring my daughter Trish here... Dia: to Venice. Nar: The marine fortress city on the water, visible in the morning haze: Venice. Nar: There is only one road by which one can travel there from the mainland by car: Nar: the Ponte della Libertà, which stretches for a length of . kilometers over a shallow ocean. Nar: The station lies just beyond the bridge. Nar: The lion statue where the disc is hidden can be found in a square there. Mista: Giorno, there's no one tailing us so far. Gio: Yes. There's no one coming from the front, either. JoJo-main: ,The city is still asleep. Gio: We're the only car on this road. Mista: Why do the windows keep fogging up so quickly? Mista: Ow! Mista: What the hell?! Gio: I apologize. JoJo-main: ,The tires just slipped a bit. Mista: On a straight bridge like this? Mista: Be more careful, damn it! Do you even have a license? Gio: No. I'm only fifteen. Mista: What's that thing stuck on the window? Mista: It's on the inside. JoJo-main: ,I didn't notice it when I was looking outside... Mista: No, wait... Mista: That shape... JoJo-main: ,It's a finger! Gio: Let's open the windows a bit. Gio: It's morning, so the different temperaturesinside and outside the car are fogging them up. Gio: Wh-What?! What's with this wind? Ghia: At first, we were scared frozen... But... Ghia: With the help of a computer, it wasn't too hard to recreate JoJo-main: ,the ashes that were lying next to Pericolo in the photo. Ghia: You guys are naïve! Ghia: There's no way you can get away from the Hitman Team! Gio: An enemy?! They somehow got onto the roof of the car! Gio: Mista, what are you doing?! sh*t the roof! Mista: This car is being frozen at an insane speed. Mista: It's so cold that my finger got stuck to the window JoJo-main: ,and broke off before I even felt the cold. Mista: If I don't peel my face off of it, my brain's gonna freeze up. Mista: But I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice my face, either... Ghia: Where's the turtle? JoJo-main: ,I don't see the turtle inside the car. Ghia: You two aren't with Trish and Bucciarati? Ghia: If you're actually bothering to split up... JoJo-main: ,I got it! Ghia: That means you must be on a mission to get something extremely important. Ghia: The location in the picture... JoJo-main: ,There must be something at the station in Venice! Mista: Blood finally spurted from my hand! bllts: Yeehaw! Crush,Sfx: Bonk One: I-Ice! Two: The guy's encased himself in ice and froze himself to the roof of the car! Three: The bllts can't get through to him! Three: What's wrong? One: C-Crap! We're starting to freeze, too! Two: Save me! Three: Number Two! One: Don't go! bllts: Number Two! Number Three! Crush,Sfx: Fwooooo Mista: What?! Mista: A-All I did was blink... and now my eyelashes are stuck together! Gio: He must've waited for this to happen before getting on the roof... Gio: This car is currently going kilometers per hour. Gio: Which means... JoJo-main: ,It's the same as being stuck in wind blwing at meters per second. Gio: The effective temperature drops by ° Celsius for every meter of wind velocity, Gio: so we're currently freezing at -° Celsius. Mista: Then stop the damn car! Mista: Why the hell are you still flooring it?! Gio: Yes. I've been trying to stop it. Gio: But the brake pedal is frozen and won't go down! Gio: I'm losing the steering wheel, too. JoJo-main: ,The engine's running and doesn't seem like it's going to stop. Gio: The surface of the car has reached -° Celsius for sure! JoJo-main: ,And at incredible speed! So this is... the enemy's ability! Mista: Th-The blood that was spurting out of my hand froze... Mista: The moisture from my breathing caused my nostrils to freeze together... Mista: And now, my lips... Mista: Shit! I can't breathe! Mista: S-Stop the car, Giorno! Mista: You can turn the car into a frog or something, can't you?! Mista: Do something with your ability! Gio: I've already tried that, as well. Gio: But there are no organisms that can be born at -° Celsius! Ghia: You know Paris, France?In English, they pronounce it "Paris," Ghia: but everyone else pronounces it without the "s" sound, like the French do. Ghia: But with Venezia, everyone pronounces it the English way, "Venice." Ghia: Like The Merchant of Venice and Death in Venice... Ghia: Why, though?! Why isn't the title Death in Venezia?! Crush,Sfx: Smack Smack Smack Ghia: Are you friggin' mocking me?! JoJo-main: ,It takes place in Italy, so use the Italian word, damn it! Ghia: That shit pisses me off! Ghia: Bunch of dumbasses! Ghia: Looks like it's finally becoming a bit difficult to drive. Gio: Mista... JoJo-main: ,My Golden Wind needs heat. Gio: So sadly, all I'm really useful for right now... Gio: is picking up bllts. Ghia: You won't be able to fill the car with any more holes. Ghia: I'll just freeze you to an even lower tem— Mista: When you fre bllts, they heat up, don't they? Mista: So when I fre the bllts that Giorno picked up for me... Mista: It creates heat! Mista: I guess I'll go ahead and shout this for Giorno, while I'm at it... Mista: Golden Wind! Mista: We did it! JoJo-main: ,Plant roots have the energy to prop up asphalt in roads and even shatter rocks! Mista: Keep hold of the steering wheel, Giorno! JoJo-main: ,We're gonna get the hell outta here! Crush,Sfx: Shink Ghia: Tch. JoJo-main: ,So that must be the ability of the newbie Melone was talking about. Ghia: But you're not getting away! Mista: Seriously? That bastard! Mista: He's still coming after us! Ghia: I'm gonna be the one who gets his hands on whatever's at the station, no matter what. Ghia: You're wasting your bllts. JoJo-main: ,My ability, White Ice, freezes the moisture in the air to an extremely low temperature, Ghia: which I then wear like armor. Ghia: This also allows me to skate, JoJo-main: ,but I'm also wrapped in something so strong that even bllts can't pierce it! Mista: Go faster, Giorno! Gio: I can't go any faster! JoJo-main: ,The tires are still slipping. Gio: Even worse, they found out about the station! Mista: They haven't found out aboutthe turtle where Trish is, Mista: so depending on how you look at it, that's kind of a bright side. Gio: You're always so optimistic, aren't you? Gio: You're very unusual. Mista: He's coming! Floor it! Faster! Gio: I told you, I can't! Gio: If we slip, we're going to lose even more spee— Mista: Just do it, damn it! I said floor it, so floor it! Ghia: I told you! This is useless! Mista: Number Three and Number Two up on the roof, come back! Mista: I hope you get to share a hot, passionate kiss with the road. Mista: Your face will be well-acquainted with it at the speed you're going. All: Yeah! Mista: Good. We managed to lose him. JoJo-main: ,Now get us into the city andhead straight for the station! Mista: Before he can catch up to us, we're going to get our hands on the thing and hide! JoJo-main: ,Giorno! Ghia: You're not getting away! JoJo-main: ,There's no way you guys are going to make it to the station! Mista: He's freezing the moisture from the car's exhaust! Mista: What kind of temperature do you have to freeze it at to do this shit? Mista: You bastard! Eat lead again! Mista: He opened the trunk! Which means... Mista: Sh-Shit! He got into the trunk! Stop the car, Giorno! Mista: He's gonna freeze the brake pedal so it'll be useless again! Ghia: There's no need for that... JoJo-main: ,g*n Mista. Ghia: Seeing as Trish isn't here, this is what I was planning to do in the first place. Ghia: Shatter— Mista: G-Giorno! Gio: It only cracked? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Is he invincible? Gio: How can I destroy this armor? Mista: Giorno! Get away from him! Gio: No! Not yet! Gio: We made it to Venice! Gio: I'm diving into the canal!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x18 - Head to Venice! / Verso Venezia"}	foreverdreaming
Giorno: We made it to Venice! Giorno: I'm diving into the canal! Gio: Mista! Please hurry up and get out of the car! Mista: G-Giorno! You... Your body's already... Gio: I'm sure you already know this, Mista, Gio: but our priority is to obtain the item. Gio: Getting that thing will lead to our victory. Mista: The disc is in there! Gio: We're surrounded by water, so it'll take a while for it to freeze. Gio: That's why I drove into the canal. Gio: Don't worry about me! Hurry and get out! Mista: Got it, Giorno. But I don't like your idea of victory! Mista: klling him, and the both of us living to retrieve that thing... Mista: That'll be our victory! Ghia: Like hell I'm gonna let you get away! Ghia: Just try and jump in, Mista! Ghia: I don't mind making a wager on whether or not you can swim faster than my ice! Gio: Sh-Shit! Driving into the canal was a bad idea! Gio: This guy has no weak point when it comes to ice! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio White Ice Mista: Turn the car into a plant, Giorno! Mista: The hood of the car hasn't completely frozen over yet. Mista: Nurture a plant to life while you still can! Ghia: You're trying to grow vines to use them as ropes? Ghia: That's not happening! Gio: I-It's no use. JoJo-main: ,We need the right temperature to grow a plant like a vine JoJo-main: ,that'll grow fast enough to reach the bank. Gio: In this low temperature, JoJo-main: ,the only plant that'll grow is the short grass you'd find in a tundra! Mista: Who said anything about growing vines that reach the bank, Giorno? Mista: This is perfectly fine! JoJo-main: ,Short grass is exactly what I want! Mista: But I need more! More! More! Mista: If you don't want to die, get me more! Mista: If you don't grow more, we're gonna die, Giorno! Ghia: Gotcha! Too bad you couldn't grow it to the bank of the canal! Mista: Well done, Giorno! It froze over! JoJo-main: ,Now you won't die! Ghia: Th-That bastard! He froze some short grass to create a sled? Ghia: N-No... A snowboard! Ghia: Damn it! Mista: He's not going to let me get away so easily. mistA: Of course not... ghia: White Ice! Undo the ice temporarily! Gio: Th-Th ice... Mista: ...melted! Gio: Mista! Ghia: An extremely low temperature is a world of life or death! Ghia: Nothing can move in extremely low temperatures! Ghia: They can stop everything! Ghia: That's what makes my White Ice perfect! Ghia: It can even stop the raging ocean if I want it to! Gio: Hurry and get up on the bank, Mista! Gio: Mista! Gio: Gather up the grass that's floating in the water! Gio: The grass you were using as a snowboard! Gio: While you can fre the gn in your right hand! Ghia: Give it up, Mista! Ghia: Do you still not understand that attacking me is pointless?! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HEAC&\c&HED&}sab Mista: Gathering up grass... I see. Mista: Giorno, if you release your ability, the short grass turns back into car parts. Mista: Therefore, we can sh*t them into you! Ghia: What?! Mista: D-Did that do it? Gio: No, it's shallow. JoJo-main: ,I think we can at least get away for now, Gio: but Mista, this just bought us some time! Gio: Let's get the thing quickly, then get out of here fast. Gio: That same strategy won't work again the next time he catches up. Gio: Please go, Mista! Mista: The disc will show up somewhere if we destroy the lion statue. Mista: I'll retrieve it, then hide somewhere in the city. Mista: If I have a few dozen seconds, I can do this. Mista: But will hiding be enough to get away from that guy? Mista: It might just work, but it might not. Mista: More importantly, this guy's way too dangerous. Mista: It'll be even worse if he ends up running into Bucciarati and the others. Mista: We need to end him now! Mista: This is our only chance! Gio: Wha— Mista! What are you doing?! Mista: Your ability is perfect? That's impossible! Mista: If you've completely encased yourself in ice, how are you able to breathe? Mista: There it is. I knew it. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Air's leaking out. Mista: He's breathing from there, the back of his neck. Mista: Take your positions, Six bllts! Mista: Number One and Number Two, go around and flank him! five: Wah, he's looking over here! Six: He's gonna do another ice attck! Mista: No, first, he's probably going to go up for air. Mista: Once he rises to the surface, I'm gonna put a bllet in his head! Seven: He's trying to go up to the surface! Mista: Let's go, bllts! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,We're aiming for the moment he takes a breath of air! Three: Mista! JoJo-main: ,Number One and Two are saying they can't see the hole! One: It must be due to his posture! He's facing up right now! JoJo-main: ,The hole's hidden! Two: Sh-Shit! Let's scram! Mista: Oh, shut up! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Stay in your positions, Number One and Number Two! Ghia: How dare you do that to my forehead?! Gio: Mista! Ghia: What the?! JoJo-main: ,You sht some fish that were swimming around? Ghia: What the hell are you trying to do?! One: He looked down! We can see it! Two: It's the hole! Now! One: Here it comes! One: We can do this! Crunch,Sfx:Gwooom Both: We did it! Bullseye! One: Th-That sound... Gio: That sound... It can't be! Ghia: So you found my breathing hole and went after that... Ghia: Mista! Ghia: But extremely low temperatures stop everything! Ghia: Gases turn to liquids, and liquids turn to solids! Ghia: Take a closer look. Can't you see the air that's stopped? Gio: The bllet, Mista! JoJo-main: ,That's the sound of a ricocheting bllet! Mista: What?! Ghia: White Ice... Gently Weeps! Gio: Mista! Ghia: I'd already created a wall of frozen air! Ghia: It uses up quite a bit of my Stand's power, JoJo-main: ,but now nothing can sht a bolt into me! Ghia: Anything that comes near me will stop! Ghia: This is a lesson I learned from you, Mista! Mista: Giorno was right. Mista: This is all my fault... This is my responsibility. Mista: If only I'd prioritized getting that thing... Ghia: It's not under any trash cans or benches. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I can't find anything of importance, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and they wouldn't hide it out in the open, anyway. Ghia: But considering how much Mista is hurrying, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I just realized it must be in the immediate area. Ghia: Where is it? This photo should be a hint... Gio: Shit. This is the worst possible scenario. Gio: Mista's currently acting out of despair. Gio: He's decided to take responsibility for this, even if it costs him his life. Gio: But the only ones who can open up a path JoJo-internal/narrator: ,in the darkness are those with resolve. Gio: Things are getting interesting. Gio: We're going to have to make some sacrifices, Gio: but my resolve, as well as Mista's, Gio: will open up a path in the darkness! Sign: Ghiaccio Sign: White Ice Ghia: What the hell is this? JoJo-main: ,It was embedded in there? Ghia: In one of the cuts or gaps in the statue? Mista: Damn it! If I'm close enough, JoJo-main: ,I should be able to sht into the hole in his neck again! Mista: If I can just get close enough to aim through the wall of air... Gio: Mista's getting reckless. JoJo-main: ,He's willing to take responsibility for this at the cost of his own life. Gio: But this isn't just determinationresulting from him being cornered. JoJo-main: ,It's resolve! Gio: We need resolve right now! Gio: Resolve doesn't mean sacrifice! Ghia: A computer disc! Ghia: I knew it! The thing you were trying to get was something to tell you JoJo-main: ,how to get to the boss! Ghia: I did it! Now we can find out who the boss really is! Ghia: All that's left now... is Trish! Ghia: Right after I finish you bastards off! Ghia: Come at me with all your futile attempts! JoJo-main: ,Let me finish you off! Gio: Mista! Ghia: What the hell are you doing?! Gio: Having resolve is the ability to open up a path JoJo-main: ,we need to follow within the darkness! Nar: Guido Mista: arrested at for mrder. Nar: The result of the trial: Nar: they did not see his actions as self-defense, Nar: and he was sentenced to to years in prison. Mista: My happy-go-lucky youth... JoJo-flashback: ,Is this really my fate? Nar: Mista always had an optimistic view of life, Nar: but in this moment,he didn't know what to do. Mista: Damn it. Guard: Get up. You're being released. Mista: You're the one who bailed me out? Bruno: Yes. I saw the incident on the news and decided you acted out of self-defense. Bruno: It means you are incredibly skilled with a pstol and full of life. Bruno: But a guy like you probably wouldn't last two years in prison. Bruno: That's why... Mista: You pulled some strings. Mista: Do you belong to some organization? Bruno: Come with me. JoJo-flashback: ,There's an excellent ristorante nearby. Bruno: I like the way you eat. Bruno: The bruschetta here is great, too. Do you still have some room? Mista: Yeah. Bruno: Pardon me. Guy: Yes, sir? Bruno: Could I get some bruschetta for him... I should get some for them, too. Bruno: Could I get four orders of bruschetta? Bruno: No, make that five. I guess I'll get an order for myself. Guy: Right away, sir. Bruno: So, continuing our conversation... Mista: I'm in. Mista: I think you and I will get along great. Mista: So, I'm in. Mista: On one condition, though. Mista: Treat me to some dolce, too. Mista: Does this place have strawberry cake? Bruno: You sure are an odd one. Mista: I guess this must be fate, too. Mista: This isn't so bad. Everything worked out in the end. Nar: Mista learned that people have predetermined destinies. Nar: When they're young, Nar: people may find themselves at a standstill or taking the long way around at times, Nar: but they ultimately end up traveling the path they were destined to walk. Mista: I can see it! I can see the path perfectly! Mista: I can see it for sure this time! Mista: It's there, Giorno! JoJo-main: ,I see the path I need to take through the darkness! bllts: Yeehaw! Sfx: Batoom Sfx: Bam Sfx: Bam Sfx: Shank Sfx: Crack Sfx: Crack Ghia: You guys don't seem to understand. Ghia: The air is frozen because of the extremely low temperature. Ghia: Just like this. Ghia: If I put air that's been frozen solid in my suit and melt it, Ghia: the air turns back to normal! Ghia: If I take it in like this... Ghia: Just like a diver who has an air tnk on their back, JoJo-main: ,I don't need a breathing hole anymore! Seven: The hole! Three: He deflected the bllts! Six: Six of them! O-Oh, no! Ghia: I hope you have the resolve for this, Mista! Ghia: It's over. Mista: Yeah, my resolve is there, Giorno. Mista: If you hadn't given me your resolve, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I wouldn't have been able to see this path. Mista: The path toward the resolve to be willingly sht by my own bllts... Ghia: I-I can't see! JoJo-main: ,The blood's frozen to me and hardened... Mista: The path through the darkness JoJo-main: ,isn't the path for the bllts to get through your wall of ice. Mista: I-It was to splash your face with my blood! Ghia: Shit! I can't get it off! One: Hey, the metal pole from earlier! Two: Mista, your bllet carved it into a— Ghia: Ow! That hurts! Ghia: Something... Something... Something... Something lukewarm is— Mista: You asked me if I had the resolve for this... Mista: Well, let me show you! Mista: But you'll have to show me some resolve, too. Mista: The resolve to be filled with holes and depart for the next world! Ghia: Th-That bastard's still standing! Ghia: He's hell-bent on shoving me back even farther! Ghia: Is he insane?! He's determined to finish this! Ghia: Shit! I need to get this out of my neck! Six: You're crazy! The bllet's gonna come flying back! One: You're not gonna last! Mista: I have to make it through. JoJo-main: ,Starting now, I'm showing my true resolve! Mista: Steel yourselves, bllts! Ghia: White Ice... Gently Weeps! One: Y-You can't take any more, Mista! Three: You're going to lose consciousness! Two: We're also... Six: ...going to disappear! Mista: N-Not yet! JoJo-main: ,I'm still conscious! I can still sh*t him! Five: Y-You did it! Two: It went all the way in! Ghia: You're... wrong... Ghia: The one with stronger resolve... is me... Ghia: Guido Mista... Ghia: I'll commend you for... pushing me this far... Ghia: But the one who took better advantage of all the spurting blood... was me! Ghia: I froze the blood that spurted out of my neck to support me! Ghia: Now my neck won't get pushed farther onto the spike! JoJo-main: ,I'm totally secured! Ghia: The spike won't go any farther in! Ghia: Also... Haven't you forgotten something? Ghia: The bllet you sht last is still... Ghia: Straight into your head! Ghia: I win! Ghia: There's no wound?! Ghia: Wha— Gio: Mista... Gio: Your resolve is shining upon the path, Gio: even brighter than this rising sun. Gio: And it's shining on the path... Gio: that we're meant to take! Ghia: What the hell?! Gold: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Mista: Recently, I... started noticing... Mista: that despite Giorno Giovanna... Mista: being a newbie... Mista: things always seem... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to play out exactly how he says. Mista: The resolve I showed just now was also partly Giorno's. Mista: It was making its way into my heart before I even realized it. Mista: It almost feels like he's my capo, even more so than Bucciarati, Mista: and he kept me moving. Mista: What the hell is his deal? Mista: Well, I guess that doesn't matter right now. Mista: It's not my style to think too much about stuff. Gio: Mista, we safely retrieved the disc, thanks to you. Mista: Hurry and fix me up. I-I can't breathe... Mista: I wouldn't have been able to show that resolve without your ability. Mista: Hurry and fix me up, before I actually die... Gio: Of course. But I'd like to clear something up first. Gio: Golden Wind doesn't exactly fix things. JoJo-main: ,It creates parts of your body. Gio: I'll give life to the bll*ts embedded in your body Gio: and plug up the arteries and other parts that were destroyed. Mista: Just shut up and do it already. Giorno: Since I'm not exactly healing you, your pain will remain. Gio: Please don't complain to me later. Mista: Ow! Mista: O-Ow! Be more gentle! Be more gentle, damn it, Giorno! Gio: I told you, I can't. Gio: You're a gangster, for crying out loud. Please quit fussing. Gio: There are about more wounds, JoJo-main: ,so you'll have to remove some of your clothes for me to plug the rest. Nara: Bucciarati! I'm picking up two signals... JoJo-main: ,It doesn't look like there's anyone else. Bruno: Proceed, but carefully. Bruno: I'm assuming it's Mista and Giorno. Bruno: I'm sure they're bored out of their minds waiting for us since nothing's happening. Mista: Ack! Giorno! Nara: There they are! Hey, Mista! Gio— Mista: Be gentler! Gentler, damn it! Mista: Don't take off my clothes! I'll feel it more! Bruno: Well, Narancia? Did you find those two? Nara: Huh? W-Well, u-um... Nara: No! Huh?! Suddenly there's something in my eye? Mista: Giorno, no! Don't! N-No more! I-I can't! Nara: I can't see! I can't see them clearly! Mista: Be gentler, damn it! Risotto_s_wherea,Sign: Risotto's whereabouts are unknown.Currently searching airports, train stations,and the area around Naples. Boss: Curse you, Risotto... Boss: You must be heading to Venice. Boss: If Bucciarati and his crew put an end to you, that's fine. Boss: Regardless, I'm not worried.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x19 - White Album / White Ice"}	foreverdreaming
JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Final Mission from the Boss Bruno: How much longer till we get there? Fugo: We're almost at Rialto Bridge. Fugo: It'll be at least another five minutes. Bruno: All right. Keep going. Gio: Bucciarati, what was the mission from the boss? Bruno: I'm reconfirming the mission from the boss right now. Sign: Are you all safe?I thank you for protecting my daughter Trish from the bottom of my heart. Bruno: I'll read it aloud. Bruno: "The information on this disc JoJo-main: ,was inputted the moment all of you boarded the train at Naples. Bruno: Therefore, I'd like to warn you that I have no way of knowing Bruno: how many more are after you, Bruno: or how many members you've lost at this point in time. Bruno: The information on this disc is the safest way for me to meet my daughter, Bruno: and also your final mission. Bruno: Let me also warn you that, should you deviate even in the slightest Bruno: from the instructions on this disc,it will be unforgivable. Bruno: If any of you do anything other than what's instructed of you, Bruno: even if it's accidental, Bruno: I will consider it a warning that you mean to harm me. Bruno: Here is your final mission. Bruno: You will now head to Bruno: the island of San Giorgio Maggiore. Bruno: The place you will take my daughter is JoJo-main: ,the top of the great bell tower of the church there. Bruno: Once you take my daughter there, Bruno: your mission will be over. Bruno: Instruction one: there are no stairs to the top of the tower. Bruno: Currently, there is only one elevator that goes to the top. Bruno: The only ones allowed in the elevator are Trish and one bodyguard. Bruno: Instruction two: the bodyguard is prohibited JoJo-main: ,from carrying any knives, gn, cell phones, or anything else. Bruno: Instruction three: you must land on the island within Bruno: fifteen minutes of retrieving this disc. Bruno: There is a tracking device in the disc, so I know where you are. Bruno: Instruction four: the rest of you will wait on the boat. JoJo-main: ,You are not allowed on the island." Bruno: That's all of it. Giorno: Bucciarati, we have arrived. Nara: So the boss is at the top of that tower right now... Fugo: Those are pretty detailed instructions. He seems extremely cautious. Fugo: But I guess you couldn't be a mafia boss otherwise. Abba: Anyway, this means our mission ends here. Abba: We all made it out alive, so I guess all's well that ends well. Mista: Yeah, just barely, though. Mista: Let's live it up in Venice for a few days before we go home. Mista: I hear the food's great there. Nara: They have good food here? JoJo-main: ,I just remembered I was hungry. Nara: What kind of food do they have? Mista: Well, they have squid ink pasta, horsehair crab salad, Mista: and I hear the carpaccio at the Hotel Cipriani is fantastic. Bruno: Hey, you bastards! Bruno: Don't let your guard down! Bruno: The mission's not over yet! Bruno: Narancia, keep an eye on the radar. Nara: S-Sure. Gio: Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,I volunteer to be her bodyguard in the tower. Gio: I'll take her to the top of the bell tower. Abba: Who the hell do you think you are?! Abba: Bucciarati's the capo, so of course he's going to take her, you dumbass! Abba: The boss didn't specify anyone because he didn't know who was still alive! Bruno: Of course. I'll go. Bruno: All right, Trish. JoJo-main: ,The two of us will go onto the island, as we were ordered. Bruno: I know. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's our chance to find out who the boss really is. Bruno: I'll find him, no matter what. Bruno: Oh, I know. Giorno, JoJo-main: ,could you give me that charm to wish me good luck on this final mission? Bruno: Ladybugs are considered sun bugs. Bruno: They're symbols of life, right? Bruno: They're good luck charms, right? Gio: Oh, that's right. Gio: Yes. Ladybugs bring good luck. Bruno: This brooch that's been given life with Golden Wind's ability will act as a tracking device. Fugo: Bucciarati. Bruno: What is it, Fugo? Fugo: I thought this was a good opportunity to say this. Bruno: Why so formal? What is it? Fugo: I knew that you'd become capo someday, Fugo: and I know you'll be able to complete this mission. Abba: Of course he can. Fugo: Let's aim for an even higher position in the organization! Bruno: Yeah... You're right. Bruno: Let's go, Trish. Bruno: If I can somehow get this onto the boss's body, Bruno: Giorno will be able to track him down. Bruno: Right now, we just need to find out who he is... Bruno: No matter what. Bruno: The elevator door is open. Bruno: There are only two buttons, for the first floor and the roof. Bruno: It goes directly to either. There are no other floors to stop on. Trish: What's... Trish: What's going to happen to me? Trish: I suddenly got kidnapped by gangsters just like you guys, Trish: had my life thrat, Trish: and now, I'm going to be taken to a father I don't even know or love... Trish: Where am I going to go now? Bruno: The boss is just concerned for your safety. Bruno: As for what will happen to you from now on, Bruno: this is what I think... Bruno: First, you'll be given a different name. Bruno: You might even need to have plastic surgery. Bruno: You'll be given a new identification and family registry. Bruno: You'll be somewhere we won't know of, Bruno: some far-off country, where you'll live happily. Bruno: Your father has that kind of power. Bruno: Here. Let me give you a hand. Trish: It's not like... Trish: I-I'm nervous or anything... Trish: I wonder... Trish: if I'll be able to like my father. Bruno: No family worries about that. Trish: Yeah... JoJo-main: ,You're right. Trish: It's strange to even worry about that. Bruno: We're almost to the top. Bruno: Trish? Tri— Bruno: Wh-What?! Bruno: Trish... No... What's— Bruno: Trish and I should be the only ones here. Bruno: No one other than the guys on my team knows we're... Bruno: No... It can't be! Bruno: Could the boss... Bruno: In order to make sure he stays completely invisible... Bruno: Did he have us protect his daughter Bruno: in order to ensure that he could finish off his daughter himself?! Nar: Bruno Bucciarati was born as a fisherman's son in a suburb of Naples. Nar: His father wasn't the best at dealing with people, Nar: but he was an earnest and honest fisherman Nar: who tried to protect his family from the cruelties of this world. Dad: Bruno. Bruno: Dad. Bruno: You need me to fix the net? JoJo-flashback: ,Got it. Nar: His mother was very kind, and Bruno loved his conversations with her. Nar: He always looked forward to the bedtime stories she read to him before going to sleep. Mom: All right, go to sleep, now. Nar: But... Nar: It occurred when Bucciarati was seven. Dad: So what are you going to do now? Mom: Well... I want a change, so I'm going to leave this town. Nar: After ten years of marriage, his parents divorced. Nar: As for the reason, only his parents would know the answer to that. Dad: What are we going to do about Bruno? Nar: After a discussion, Bruno's parents had him make a decision. Mom: Bruno, your father and I both love you, Mom: but we're going to be living separately now. Mom: Who do you want to live with? Me or your father? Mom: We want you to decide. Mom: You want to leave this place with me and go to the city, right? Mom: You're very smart. JoJo-flashback: ,You want to go to a good school, don't you? Mom: There'll be a lot more kids your age, too! Mom: So, you want to live with your mother, right? Mom: You'll come with me, right? Bruno: I'll... JoJo-flashback: ,live with Dad. Mom: Huh?! Mom: What?! Bruno, you should really think about this! Mom: You like me better, don't you? Bruno: I'll stay here with Dad. Mom: No... Bruno: Mom's strong... JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,She should be able to make it anywhere. Bruno: But... Mom: All right, I'm leaving. Mom: I'll come back once a month to visit. Bruno: Okay. Nar: As Bucciarati had instinctively figured, Nar: two years after his mother left, she remarried a man from Milan. Nar: He would end up only seeing his mother at Christmas after that. Nar: As for his father, because his wife left him for the city, Nar: he became determined to send Bucciarati to a good school. Bruno: Dad, I think customers are going to come by soon. Dad: Oh, I guess it's about that time... Bruno: I'll reapply the nets. Dad: All right. I'll let you handle this. Nar: Up until then, he'd only been a fisherman, Nar: but in order to earn money for his son's tuition, Nar: he started taking tourists and other fishermen on his boat. Nar: And the wheel of fate continued to turn. Dad: Sirs, that island isn't good for fishing. Dad: There are better— Guy: Whatever, man. Guy: We wanna go fishing over there. Guy : Just shut up and take us. Guy: Got it? Dad: R-Right... Nar: That evening, Bucciarati's father would be rescued by the Coast Guard, Nar: his body riddled with bllet holes. Guy: He's been sht seven times in his arms, shoulders, chest, and torso. Nurse: We got an operating room open! Bruno: Dad! Dad! Guy: There are bllts still in his body. Bruno: Dad! Lady: For now, please just wait until the surgery's finished. Lady: Be strong. Can you give us contact information for the rest of your family? Bruno: Dad... Cop: Forensics is coming by later, so give them this as evidence. Nurse: Yes, sir. Cop: Thanks. Nurse: Right. Bruno: H-How did this happen? Cop: Good evening. Are you his son? Cop: We found this at the scene. Cop: Apparently, your father witnessed a drug deal. Cop: He was sht so that he wouldn't talk. Cop: Your father is a very important witness. JoJo-flashback: ,We don't exactly want him to die, either. Cop: I'm sure he'll be okay. Bruno: My father was sht because of something like that? Nar: Luckily, Bucciarati's father survived. Nar: Despite being sht seven times, none of the wounds were fatal, Nar: and the boat that found and rescued him JoJo-internal/narrator: ,happened to have supplies to treat his wounds, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,allowing him to survive until he got to the hospital. Nar: He was graced by good luck all around. Nar: But in terms of Bucciarati's life, it might've been better if his father had died. Nar: There are certain sticky situations where you don't JoJo-internal/narrator: ,have the opportunity to choose the right path. Guy: Fishermen have way too much energy, damn it. Guy: I'll keep watch! Just hurry up and do it! Guy: You've got some nerve, making us come here so late at night. Guy: Go to hell already! Guy: Wh-Who the hell are you? Guy: A k-kid? H-Hey! Guy: What are you doing under the bed?! Guy : I-It's just a kid! Just take the Knfe from him! JoJo-flashback: ,Th-That Knfe's dangerous! Put it down! Thud,Sfx: {\c&HBD&\c&HFB&}Riiiiip Guy: Wh-What are you— Bruno: I'll protect you, Dad. Bruno: Don't worry. Take your time getting better. Nar: At the age of twelve, Bruno Bucciarati committed mrder Nar: and entered a territory no one should set foot in. Bruno: I can't turn back now. Bruno: They'll keep trying to get revenge and shut us up. Bruno: I can't trust the police, either. nar: The only one willing to protect this father and son nar: was the organization that ran the city from the shadows. Nar: Bucciarati knocked on the doors of that organization, Nar: and in return for loyalty and service to the organization, Nar: they guaranteed their safety. Nar: Believing the organization was the true form of justice, Nar: he worked hard there. Nar: He made a name for himself within the organization, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and eventually, the capo Polpo took a liking to him. Nar: Five years later, Bucciarati's father died due to complications from his wounds. Nar: Bucciarati loathed the white powder of greed that had JoJo-internal/narrator: ,dragged him and his father into this situation, Nar: and swore that he would never forgive it. Nar: But... Punk: I-I'm sorry! I won't bother them again! JoJo-flashback: ,I'll forget about that family! Bruno: Good. You can't regret anything once you're dad, after all. Bruno: If you're also a gng member— Bruno: Those are... Bruno: Hey! What the hell are those?! Nar: He learned that the organization's boss,whom he thought was the true form of justice, Nar: was involved in dealing the drugs he hated so much. Bruno: In this city? JoJo-flashback: ,I thought they were prohibited! Bruno: And now... JoJo-main: ,The boss is now... Bruno: The most repulsive form of evil is Bruno: to exploit innocent people who don't know anything, Bruno: and to use others merely for one's own gain! Bruno: A father did this to his innocent daughter, JoJo-main: ,all to cover his own ass?! Bruno: This is unforgivable! JoJo-main: ,You have once again betrayed my heart! Bruno: There... Trish is still alive. Bruno: All right. It's on him. Bruno: But, damn it, I can't see his face. Bruno: Boss, I was just going to seek out your true identity, Bruno: but the plan's changed. Bruno: I'm going to get rid of you right now! Bruno: There's no time, JoJo-main: ,but the boss isn't expecting me to betray him right now. Bruno: It will be... Bruno: an assassination. Bruno: I'll get ahead of the boss on his escape route and finish him there. Bruno: This... Bruno: This hole... Bruno: I see. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's a stairway to the charnel house that's found in the basement of any church. Bruno: After he eliminates Trish down there, thinking he's in the clear, Bruno: he'll go through there and exit the other side of the building. Bruno: I managed to get here first. Bruno: Here he comes. Bruno: He came down the stairs! Bruno: Now! Boss: You should just go home now, JoJo-main: ,Bruno Bucciarati. Boss: If you step out from behind that pillar, JoJo-main: ,you're going to die. Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: I-It's going to break off! Bruno: So he knew I was after him... Bruno: But since he hid himself again, JoJo-main: ,I'm guessing he's not that powerful. Boss: I'd like to ask you why. Boss: What's the meaning of this? Boss: I highly respected all the work you'd done for me on this mission. Boss: Were you so happy to become a capo that you got greedy? Boss: Or did you overestimate your own powers and get cocky, JoJo-main: ,thinking you could actually surpass me? Bruno: When Trish wakes up, JoJo-main: ,I'm going to tell her that her father didn't even exist. Boss: Trish? Boss: What about Trish? Boss: My daughter has nothing to do with you. Bruno: You could never understand my true feelings! Bruno: Giorno? Gio: Bucciarati! Yes, I know he's on the move. Gio: I know exactly where the boss is because of the brooch you put on him. Gio: Right now, he's at the bottom of the stairs to the charnel house. Gio: He's right by the pillar that's about two meters away from the stairs. Giorno: But wait, Bucciarati! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Something is wrong! Bruno: You're there! Bruno: Take this! Zipper Man! Bruno: The one who was in the pillar's shadow... Bruno: was me! Bruno: Wh-What... Bruno: What's going o— Boss: I decided to show you... as a parting gift. Boss: Since this is the end, I'll fill you in. Boss: What you just witnessed and felt Boss: was you in the future. Boss: You from a few seconds from the past witnessed yourself in the future. Boss: This is my Emperor Crimson's ability. Boss: I erased time and leapt past it. Boss: I don't care who it is. JoJo-main: ,I will not allow anyone to thr*at my throne, Boss: no matter what. Boss: And now, you're going to have to disappear. Boss: Bucciarati, your mission to act as Trish's bodyguard Boss: has now come to an end.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x20 - The Final Mission from the Boss"}	foreverdreaming
Mista: Damn it, Narancia! JoJo-main: ,Who do you think you are, trying to eat all the chocolates yourself? Nara: Give them back! JoJo-main: ,I bought them with my own money, so give them back! Fugo: Narancia, I swear... Nara: There are only three left! Abba: What a greedy little shit. Mista: We've all been waiting for these, and we're hungry! Gio: The ladybug brooch is moving from the top of the tower. Gio: I can feel it. JoJo-main: ,It's heading to the charnel house below Gio: to try to cross through there. Gio: Bucciarati must've put the brooch somewhere on the boss's clothes. Fugo: Sorry, Giorno, but could you grab that water? Fugo: I'm a bit thirsty. Fugo: Also, you should be careful. Fugo: We've been ordered to wait here on the boat for now, Fugo: and not set foot on the island. Gio: Right. Mista: Huh? Eh? Nara: Y-You ate them, didn't you, Mista?! Nara: Give them back, damn it! Mista: And what the hell do you have on your mouth? Nara: Huh? Nara: Ah! Mista: "Ah," my ass! You little shit! Nara: S-So sweet! Mista: When did you stuff them in your mouth? Fugo: By the way, I didn't thank you yet, did I, Giorno? Fugo: For grabbing the water. Gio: Something's... bizarre... Gio: I don't know what, Gio: but something's strange. Abba: Hey, you bastard! Abba: Didn't you hear that the boss ordered us not to set foot on the is— Abba: ...land? Nara: Huh?! Gio: This isn't normal. Gio: Something weird is going on! Gio: This isn't good! Bucciarati! Abba: Where do you think you're going, Giorno?! Bruno: Is that you, Giorno? Gio: Bucciarati! JoJo-main: ,Yes, I know he's on the move. Gio: I know exactly where the boss is because of the brooch you put on him. Gio: Right now, he's at the bottom of the stairs to the charnel house. Gio: He's right by the pillar that's about two meters away from the stairs. Gio: But wait, Bucciarati! Gio: Something is wrong! Boss: Bucciarati, your mission to act as Trish's bodyguard Boss: has now come to an end. Boss: Wh-Why, you... Boss: He's trying to immobilize my arm. Bruno: Zipper Man! Boss: But... Emperor Crimson has already... Boss: ...seen through it. Boss: Your movements in the future. Boss: The trajectory of your movements in the future. Boss: Within Emperor Crimson's ability, this world's time disappears, Boss: and no one remembers the movements they made within this segment of time. Boss: The clouds in the sky don't realize they've broken apart. Boss: A flame that's extinguished doesn't even realize the moment it went out. Boss: All that remains in this world are the results. Boss: In the world where time has been eliminated, all movement becomes pointless! Boss: I am the only one who can react to these movements. Boss: I can see every single one of your movements! Boss: This is Emperor Crimson's ability! Bruno: Th-This ability... Boss: No matter who you may be, JoJo-main: ,everyone goes through their ups and downs. Boss: You succeed, and you fail. Boss: But if you happen to find the pitfall known as the future that's right in front of you Boss: and manage to not fall in, Boss: you will never experience a setback in your life. Boss: You will remain in your best condition. Boss: Don't you think so? Boss: Now that I've actually met you, I can tell that we are indeed related. Boss: I can sense that you are, without a doubt, my daughter. Boss: Which means... Boss: When you are awake, you will feel the exact same way toward me! Bruno: Trish... Boss: I must fill any pitfall that thrat my path! Boss: I will now sever this bond of blood that binds us! Bruno: Trish! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HEFFF&\c&HAEE&}Dogyuuuuun Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HEFFF&\c&HAEE&\clip(m l )}Dogyuuuuun Boss: Wh-What?! Bruno: That must be Giorno... Bruno: Giorno's Golden Wind's ability... Bruno: He planted the turtle's cells in the brooch and gave it life, Bruno: and a turtle with Stand abilities was born. Bruno: Since our call was interrupted, he must've sensed something was wrong Bruno: and activated his ability. Bruno: He always gives me courage... Bruno: I didn't think I could move anymore, but... Not yet. Bruno: I still... Bruno: have to keep moving a little bit more. Bruno: My mission's done? You're wrong, Boss. Bruno: It's still ongoing! Bruno: As for Trish... Bruno: I will protect her on my own order! Bruno: If he can read all of my attcks, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and I can't even realize that he's dodged them, Bruno: then his ability surpasses all others in its invincibility. Bruno: But... Bruno: This ability doesn't allow him to read one's movements for long! Bruno: It's only a short time. Bruno: It seems to be around five to ten seconds. Bruno: Distance... Bruno: For now, I need to get as far away as possible! Burno: I need to get far enough that the boss can't find Trish! Bruno: I beg of you to keep moving, body. Bruno: Don't let me waste this chance that Giorno gave me! Bruno: Until I can get out of this basement... Boss: It seems there was another traitor. Boss: Must be the newbie. Crunch,Sfx: Rumble Boss: If my information is correct, I believe his name is Giorno Giovanna. Crunch,Sfx: Rumble Boss: So he must've joined this organization with the intent to betray me from the start. Boss: It seems you thought you could escape just by distancing yourself from me, Boss: but it's nothing for me to escape that turtle an instant sooner. Boss: It appears that your efforts were futile, Bucciarati. Boss: How are you still able to move? JoJo-main: ,Sheer willpower? Boss: If you just rest, you won't be able to get to the first floor, Boss: but you'll be able to die peacefully. Boss: First, I'm going to eliminate Trish. Boss: Don't you dare move, Bucciarati! Bruno: The chance that Giorno gave me wasn't in vain! Bruno: If this is going to be about reading each other's moves, Bruno: I've already read yours! Bruno: I knew before you fell into the sewer Bruno: that you'd probably use your ability to escape! Bruno: Now, Zipper Man! Boss: Emperor Crimson! Boss: That was close... Boss: But within Emperor Crimson's world, JoJo-main: ,your efforts are still futile! Boss: Take this! JoJo-main: ,You're finished! Bruno: It wasn't you that I was trying to attck! Bruno: It was this pillar! Bruno: Zipper, close! Boss: What?! Bruno: As I thought... Your ability is invincible... Bruno: But it appears that you can only read movements for a short time. Bruno: You're not reading ahead of time. Bruno: Just try and read my future movements, Boss. Bruno: Try to figure out what I'm going to do in a few seconds. Bruno: Try to see beyond time. Bruno: You should be able to see me JoJo-main: ,after I've reached the first floor. Gio: Bucciarati! Trish! Gio: This wound... Gio: What happened in the basement?! Gio: Where's the boss? Gio: He should still be around... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Somewhere close by. Gio: I don't know the whole situation, but there's no way JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the boss is just going to let Bucciarati go after this! Gio: Bucciarati... Gio: N-No... Gio: Bucciarati! Gio: His pulse... Gio: I-Impossible! It's gone! Gio: I created the parts needed for his recovery! Gio: Bucciarati, please breathe! Boss: So this must be Giorno Giovanna. Boss: His unknown ability gave Bucciarati the chance to escape. Boss: However... Boss: I will not let them get away! gio: This is impossible! JoJo-main: ,I know I created the parts! Gio: There's no way he shouldn't have a heartbeat! Bruno: Giorno, it's me. Bruno: Call Abbacchio and the others. JoJo-main: ,Get out of here. Gio: That voice... Bruno: I told you to call Abbacchio and the others. Bruno: Get out of here! Bruno: Out of this church! JoJo-main: ,Hurry! Gio: B-Bucciarati! Gio: Th-Thank goodness! JoJo-main: ,You're okay! Bruno: Hurry! Hurry up and call the others! Gio: B-But... Bruno: We can't figure out who the boss actually is right now. Bruno: We need to get out of here, Giorno! While we're still far enough from him! Boss: They're within my range! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Here I go! Bruno: I'll explain later! Hurry up, Giorno! Gio: Golden Wind! Nara: Giorno's over there! Abba: Hey, Giorno, you bastard! Come back here! Abba: How are you gonna make up for disobeying orders and stepping onto the island?! Mista: Bucciarati's here, too! Nara: H-How the hell did you get so injured?! Fugo: Why do you still have Trish with you?! Abba: What's going on here, Bucciarati? Bruno: I'll explain everything later. Bruno: Right now, we need to get out of here as fast as we can. Boss: I commend you, Bucciarati. Boss: I commend your precise and keen decision making. Boss: Even though I have the ability to eliminate time, Boss: if I were to face all six of those Stand users, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,one of them would end up learning my true identity. Boss: For the moment, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they've managed to escape my Emperor Crimson. Boss: But this is not the end. Boss: I will never... Boss: let you escape Boss: from Venice! Bruno: Now I understand why the boss is feared by everyone and how he ruled over all of us. Bruno: We can't defeat the boss... not now. Bruno: As for his identity... Bruno: Assuming it even has one, Bruno: we'll need to find his ability's weakness first! Sign: Emperor Crimson Mista: What... Abba: What the hell's going on, Bucciarati? Abba: We need an explanation. JoJo-main: ,What the hell are you doing? Bruno: All right. I'll just come out and say it. Bruno: But I can't explain everything right now, JoJo-main: ,because there's no time and danger's right around the corner. Bruno: The reason I brought Trish back Bruno: is because I betrayed the boss just now. Bruno: I'll be leaving you guys now. Bruno: If you go with me, you will also become traitors. Mista: Wh-What? Nara: I-I don't think I heard you right... JoJo-main: ,Wh-What did you just say? Fugo: He said... he betrayed the boss. Fugo: B-But why? Bruno: You probably shouldn't hear any more, Bruno: because you guys have nothing to do with this. Giorno: I think you should explain. Giorno: Some of them might want to follow you. Gio: We need people on our side. Abba: What the hell is your deal, Giorno?! JoJo-main: ,First, you go into the church without permission, and now— Nara: Bucciarati! Gio: What's wrong? Are you all right? Bruno: I'm fine. JoJo-main: ,I lost a lot of blood, so I got a bit dizzy. Gio: That shouldn't be possible... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,When I created his parts, it should've also replenished the blood he lost. Gio: Did I miss a wound? Bruno: I guess I've used up a good deal of energy. Gio: Does he not feel pain? There was no blood coming from the wound, either. Gio: Was I just seeing things? Bruno: I'm sorry. Mista: You had me worried for a sec! Abba: For real. Fugo: Bucciarati, please... Abba: Yeah, Bucciarati. JoJo-main: ,We want to know the details. Bruno: The boss had us act as her bodyguards Bruno: so that he could kll his daughter with his own two hands. Bruno: Because she shares his blood, she could have figured out his true identity. Bruno: I found that out and... Bruno: I couldn't forgive him. Bruno: I couldn't just come backpretending I didn't see that. Bruno: That's why I betrayed him! Fugo: How could you? Mista: Are you insane, Bucciarati? Abba: You know exactly what happens to traitors, Abba: no matter who it is. JoJo-main: ,The boss never lets anyone get away! Abba: Hell, Venice could already be surrounded by the boss's elite guard! Bruno: You're right, and that's why I'm going to need help. Bruno: If any of you are willing to accompany me, Bruno: come down these stairs and get on the boat. Bruno: But I will not order any of you to come with me. Bruno: I won't even ask you to come with me. Bruno: I did this all on my own. Bruno: So you don't need to feelobligated to come with me. Bruno: This may come off as arrogant, but I'm going to say it anyway. Bruno: I did this because I believe I'm right. Bruno: I have no regrets. Bruno: Despite the world we live in, I want to continue on the path that I believe in. Bruno: If we can just find his weakness... JoJo-main: ,Though we're only fleeing for now, Bruno: I will defeat the boss, no matter what. Bruno: I will find his weakness, no matter what! Fugo: I understand your reasons, and what you did was right, Bucciarati. Fugo: But I'm going to be blunt... Fugo: I hate to say it, but no one's going to get on that boat. Fugo: How could you let your emotions take over like that? Fugo: I owe you my life, but going with you now would be a different matter. Fugo: You've lost sight of reality. Fugo: No one can survive in this world on expectations alone. Fugo: We can't survive without the organization. Abba: Fugo's absolutely right. Abba: What you did is basically su1c1de. Abba: No matter where in the world you might run to, JoJo-main: ,you'll never find a safe haven again. Abba: Besides, I pledged my loyalty to the organization. Abba: It's not like I pledged my loyalty to you. Abba: That being said... Abba: I never had a home or place I wanted to go. Abba: The only time I'm ever at ease Abba: is when I'm with you, Bucciarati. Giorno: Abbacchio... Fugo: Y-You can't be serious, Abbacchio! Mista: If we actually manage to defeat the boss... Mista: Considering my skills, Mista: I'd say I'm next in line to become a capo. Mista: Bucciarati's smart. Mista: He never goes into a fight that he has no chance of winning. Mista: We're gonna strike it rich for sure. Fugo: Mista! Not you, too! Mista: What are you going to do, Fugo? Fugo: You've all l-lost your minds! Fugo: We're going to be completely isolated! Fugo: Where are you going to run to? JoJo-main: ,No, you won't even make it out of Venice alive! Gio: Narancia, JoJo-main: ,what are you going to do? Nara: I-I... d-don't know what to do... Nara: Tell me, Bucciarati... Nara: What should I do? Nara: Do you think I should go? Bruno: Are you scared? Nara: Yeah... I'm r-really scared... Nara: B-But just order me! Nara: If you order me to go with you, I'll be more confident! Nara: Nothing scares me, as long as you order me to do it! Bruno: No. Bruno: This is one thing I can't order you to do.You need to decide for yourself. Bruno: You need to choose your own path. Nara: B-But I don't know what to do! I don't know! Bruno: But let me just give you this warning. Bruno: Don't come with me, Narancia. Bruno: You're not cut out for this. Fugo: Are you serious about this? Fugo: You'll be klled, without a doubt. Fugo: There are some things in this world that you just can't do, even if you're right. Fugo: Our job has always been dirty. Fugo: How is this any different? Bruno: Even then... I can't lie to myself. Bruno: Let's go! JoJo-main: ,Once the boat takes off, you're officially traitors! Fugo: Why? You're insane! Fugo: All this for a woman you just met and barely talked to! Fugo: You don't even know what kind of music she likes! Nara: Trish was abandoned by the people she trusted... Nara: I was also abandoned before. Nara: I was abandoned by my dad and the friends I trusted. Nara: We're sort of alike... Fugo: It's none of our business what the boss does with his daughter! Nara: Trish and I are sort of alike! Fugo: All he had to do was close his eyes! I just don't understand! Bruno: Giorno, give me the turtle. Bruno: Let's put Trish inside it. Giorno: Okay. Gio: Bucciarati, please turn around. Nara: Bucciarati! Nara: I'll go! I'll go, too! I'm coming with you! Nara: Don't order me not to go with you! Nara: Trish is me! She's me! The wound on her arm is my own! Fugo: Narancia... Not you, too... Fugo: You fool... You're going to be klled. Fugo: I can't go along with such a foolish betrayal. Fugo: I can't become a righteous idiot... Mista: You took way too long to make your decision. Abba: You'd better not hold thisagainst us later on. Gio: Narancia, I have nothing but respect for your courage. Mista: I guess Fugo didn't come after all. Abba: That was his choice to make. Nara: Bucciarati! JoJo-main: ,I... I want to protect Trish! Nara: I'll defeat the boss with you! Bruno: Yeah. Doppio: Squalo? JoJo-main: ,We have some traitors... in Venice. Doppio: The names of the traitors are Bruno Bucciarati and Giorno Giovanna. Sign: The boss's identity: UnknownStand name: Emperor CrimsonHas the ability to eliminate a certain amount of time.Because of this, he can predict the future. Invincible. Doppio: They can be taken d*ad or alive. JoJo-main: ,This is straight from the boss!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x21 - The Mystery of King Crimson / The Mystery of Emperor Crimson"}	foreverdreaming
Nara: It doesn't look like anyone's following us. Gio: Bucciarati, are we not leaving Venice? Bruno: The boss has his own personal elite guards. Bruno: I'm sure they've already learned of our betrayal. Bruno: They're probably... going to be coming after us next. Abba: But we don't know what kind of abilities they have. Bruno: Correct. If we try to cross the sea unprepared, Bruno: they might strike us there. Bruno: Let's wait and see for now. Gio: Understood. Two: Mista! Two: We're hungry! bllet: I'm starving! Three: Feed us! One: Our guts are running on empty! Mista: Calm the hell down! Mista: I know this is really bad timing, Mista: but could we stop by a restaurant or something? Bruno: Well... Bruno: I guess we need to refill our guts, as well. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The "G" in Guts Mista: You guys have heard of vegetarians, right? Mista: Are they allowed to eat, like, cheese? Abba: Probably not. Abba: I mean, milk and eggs come from cows and chickens. Abba: That means they probably can't have cake that uses whipped cream, either. Mista: What?! They can't have cake, either? Mista: I wonder if their bodies actually function better, then. Nara: Then what do those guys do about shoes or handbags? Nara: Those are made from leather. Abba: Well, if they're vegetarians because they feel bad for animals, Abba: they probably wear sneakers and carry backpacks instead. Mista: Man, they're intense. Mista: So would you have old ladies dressing like basketball players, then? Mista: They'd never let them into a restaurant looking like that. Bruno: Giorno, being all scared won't make anything happen. Bruno: Let's just eat for now. Gio: Yes, I know... Still, we need to be on our guard. Gio: For example, there's a possibility someone could've poisoned our food. Guy: Y-You bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Nara: Huh? Guy: What are you gonna do about this, you little shit?! Guy: You think you can pay for this?! This suit cost four million lire! Guy: Let's take this outside! Crunch,Sfx: Smash Nara: You must be an enemy! Mista: What?! Nara: You an enemy?! Huh?! Mista: Well, are you?! Nara: You an enemy?! Take that! And that! Abba: Hold it, Narancia, Mista. Abba: I don't think this guy's an enemy. Abba: He's unconscious. Abba: He's totally just a random civilian. Nara: What? Are you serious? Nara: Crap! What am I gonna do? Mista: Yeah, this stain's gonna be hard to get out. Mista: A single drop of wine on a white suit really stands out. Nara: I can't pay for this shit! Mista: Well, the location of the stain might make it look like a button. Mista: If he puts a button there, he can hide it. Abba: While we're at it, let's get him to make sure there isn't any poison in our food. Mista: That's a great idea! Bruno: Hey, that's enough. Gio: More importantly... Gio: What's going on with Bucciarati right now? Gio: After that battle with the boss, Bucciarati's heart definitely stopped. Gio: And when he got hurt back there, there wasn't a single drop of blood. Gio: What about now? Gio: But right now isn't the best time to find out. Gio: I'll keep this secret to myself for now. Abba: So, Bucciarati, what are we going to do now? Bruno: The boss's Stand makes time disappear, Bruno: and the boss is the only one who can move freely in that state. Bruno: He's invincible. Bruno: It doesn't matter who it is. Bruno: Anyone's attck becomes useless before that Stand. Bruno: However... Bruno: That'll change once we find out who the boss is! Bruno: Because if we find out the boss's identity, Bruno: we might be able to assassinate him. Bruno: And to do that, we need to find out Bruno: who he really is. Mista: But how are we going to find him? Mista: The boss is the type of guy who's gotten rid of any trace of himself. Abba: Trish. Abba: There must be some kind of hint involving Trish. Abba: Everyone was after Trish, and the boss was trying to eliminate Trish. Abba: Right? Nara: A-About that... Nara: I don't really want to involve Trish in this anymore... Nara: Th-This feeling sucks. Nara: Trish doesn't know anything! Nara: If she finds out her actual father tried to kll her, she'll be in shock. Nara: Bucciarati, please! Nara: Let's not talk about the boss's identity and stuff like that in front of her. Trish: There's no need for that, Narancia. Trish: I've already known that... for a while. Nara: T-Trish... Trish: I remembered something when you said he got rid of any trace of himself. Trish: My mother had mentioned that she met my father in Sardinia. Bruno: Sardinia... Trish: When I was little, my mother told me Trish: that they had met while she was vacationing, Trish: and he told her he'd be right back... Trish: But then he disappeared forever,leaving nothing behind, Trish: not even a photo or his name. Abba: Before he became the boss of the organization... Abba: Fifteen years ago... Abba: Then was he born and raised in... Trish: I'm not sure about all that, but... Trish: Sardinia. His past and true identity should be in Sardinia. Bruno: Why are you telling us that? Bruno: We might end up klling your father! Bruno: No, we are determined to defeat him! Trish: You defeating him or not isn't my problem. Trish: But... I want to know! Trish: I want to know who I came from! Trish: I'm not about to die before I find that out! Abba: Hey, Narancia. Abba: Looks like she's way stronger than you thought. Nara: Fine. Gio: Sardinia... Gio: That's our next destination after we escape from Venice. Gio: That's where we'll find out who the boss really is. Nara: I was under the impression that Trish was like me, Nara: but I guess she'd already made up her mind. Nara: I just followed on a whim, so I still don't know Nara: if there's any hope in this trip or not. Nara: Huh? Nara: An enemy! There's an enemy nearby! Nara: There's a shark in my soup! Nara: Li'l bmb! Bruno: Giorno! Get Trish inside the turtle! Bruno: Abbacchio, cover the right! Mista, guard the left! Mista: Where, Narancia? Where are they? Nara: Inside the soup! They were somehow already in it! Mista: Where are they now? Nara: But they were there! Nara: There was something like a shark in my soup! Mista: I don't see anything strange about it. Mista: Does that mean we lost them? Crunch,Sfx: Swoosh Bruno: Narancia! Mista: What happened?! Mista: Narancia! Were you attcked somewhere? Mista: Where did they get you? Mista: Narancia, what's wrong? What's there?! Mista: I'm asking you what's wrong, Narancia! Bruno: Hold it, Mista. I don't think Narancia can talk... Mista: What? You can't talk? Mista: What's wrong, Narancia? What are you pointing at? Mista: Water? You want a sip of water? Mista: H-Hey! Th-This is bad! Look! Mista: Narancia's tongue! It's gone! Mista: On top of that, I don't think he's breathing! Gio: This isn't good. Gio: I can use Golden Wind to create parts for his tongue, Gio: but it'll take time to finish. Mista: Hey, come on! He's about to suffocate here! Gio: Mista, do you have a pen? Mista: A pen?! Y-Yeah, I have one... Crunch,Sfx: sab Mista: Looks like he's breathing. Gio: I'll give life to this pen to create parts for his tongue. Gio: That way, he can breathe while I create his tongue. Squalo: I see... Squalo: So that's Giorno Giovanna. Tiziano: Now I'm starting to understand the information the boss gave us. Tiziano: We're going to have to be the most careful around that newbie kid. Squalo: Yeah... I'm a bit surprised he saved Narancia. Squalo: I thought my Crush would be enough for this job, Squalo: but apparently, I'm going to need your help eliminating all five of them, Squalo: Tiziano. Tiziano: As the boss's elite guards, we're going to have to defeat him here. Tiziano: Are you ready, Squalo? Squalo: All according to plan. Squalo: As long as we can lure them to water, Crush is invincible. Squalo: Our plan will decide everything. Squalo: We'll take care of them one at a time, Tiziano. Tiziano: Yeah, Squalo... Tiziano: We'll use Narancia. Sign: Crush Sign: Squalo Bruno: Are you all right, Narancia? Nara: Yeah... Nara: You guys saved me. Bruno: What did you see? Bruno: How did the enemy Stand attck? Nara: It... c-came from the soup... Gio: Narancia, don't force it. Nara: I-I'm fine. I can talk. Mista: Hey, Narancia, what's the enemy like? Mista: Where'd he run off to? Nara: He was... Nara: He was like a pebble! Nara: He was huge, and he ran into the restaurant! Mista: Huh? Huge like a pebble? Mista: But earlier, you were saying it was in your soup! Mista: You're contradicting yourself. Nara: Huh? Did I just say that? Mista: So, then... is the enemy about this big? Nara: Nope. Nara: Huh? No, wait! Mista: Then, like, this big? Nara: U-Um... Mista: No? Then, like, this big? Nara: Yup, exactly. Mista: So something this big was in your soup, Mista: and it went running into the restaurant? Nara: Yup. Nara: Huh? What? Bruno: We can't get a clear picture of this enemy at all. Bruno: Does that mean it was really fast? Nara: Nope! It was slow! Bruno: What? Mista: Huh?! Mista: If it was huge and slow, why didn't we see it? Mista: Did you actually see a Stand? Nara: Of course I did... n— Mista: You keep contradicting yourself! Mista: You're not trying to act tough because the enemy got you, are you? Nara: I... I... Mista: Answer me, damn it! You didn't actually see anything, did you? Nara: Of course I did... Nara: not... Mista: So you didn't actually see anything, after all! Mista: This is no time to screw around! Abba: There's no one suspicious nearby. Abba: Apparently, it's a remote-controlled Stand. Gio: That must mean that the user is watching us from somewhere. Gio: In that case, we should leave here immediately. Nara: Let's follow the channel out to the sea. Nara: Yeah, Giorno! Nara: Let's do it! Let's use the channel! Gio: Yes, Narancia. That's what I just... Gio: Narancia? Mista: Narancia, why do you keep covering your mouth? Mista: Let me see it. Mista: What the hell? It's completely normal. Nara: Yup! I'm totally fine! Nara: There's no problem at all, Mista! Abba: So, what are we going to do, Bucciarati? Abba: Are we going out to sea? Bruno: No. Let's not follow the channel just yet. Bruno: This is our chance. Bruno: We're going to use it to defeat that enemy! Bruno: The boss wasn't expecting our betrayal, Bruno: which means there probably aren't that many members of his elite guard here. Bruno: If we defeat him now, Bruno: I'm sure we'll be able to get through the seas of Venice just fine. Mista: I see. You have a point. I agree. Abba: Yeah, I agree. Gio: Very well, Bucciarati. Gio: If you say so. Bruno: Abbacchio, could you use your Moody Jazz to replay what happened? Abba: Yeah, sure. Abba: Where do you want to start? Abba: From when the soup was still on the table? Bruno: Yeah. Abba: What the hell, Narancia? Nara: Guys! The enemy's right over there! Abba: Over there? You mean inside the restaurant's bathroom? Mista: Narancia, you damn well better have seen something this time! Nara: Yup, I did! Bruno: After them. We'll settle things with this enemy here and now. Mista: Come on, Giorno. Let's go. Gio: Right... Squalo: Well done, Narancia. Squalo: None of his friends realize that there's another Stand Squalo: besides Crush, which travels from liquid to liquid. Tiziano: Yes, they don't realize that my Stand, Tiziano: Talking Mouth, is attached to your tongue and making you say Tiziano: the exact opposite of what you mean. Squalo: All right, I'm gonna go kll the rest of them. Grazie. Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\shad\c&HDDB&}Sc{\c&HFD&}hw{\c&HBD&}in{\c&HEADC&}g Nara: S-So that's what was going on! Damn it! Nara: They were using me to get everyone near the water, one by one. Nara: How dare you underestimate me?! Mista: I don't sense anyone here... abba: Let's at least figure out what the enemy looks like. Abba: Moody Jazz! Abba: Transform into whoever was in here a few dozen seconds ago, and pursue them! Gio: Narancia! Nara: Seeing who the enemy is through Moody Jazz is fine, Nara: but don't pursue them! Nara: If it gets into water, they don't stand a chance! Nara: In that case, I'll do everything I can to keep them away from water! Abba: Over here... Abba: Moody Jazz is transforming. Nara: Water's bad news! Don't look in there! Nara: Look at me! Look in here! Abba: What the hell? That's disgusting! Nara: Come over here, Abbacchio! Nara: Look in here! Abba: What are you talking about? Have you turned into some kind of pervert? Mista: We're trying to investigate because you said you saw the enemy in here! Mista: Did you really see them in here? Nara: Of course, I— Abba: Seriously, what is your problem? Abba: Bucciarati, there's a chance Narancia was just seeing things in here. Aba: We might be better off looking at the table if we want to pursue them. Bruno: Yeah. Mista: Cut the crap, Narancia! Mista: I'm not gonna let you take us all down! Gio: Narancia, what happened to your finger? Gio: Did you snag it somewhere? Gio: Here, I'll stop the bleeding. Nara: That bastard's going to try to use my blood to move. Nara: N-No! S-Stay back, Giorno! Nara: Yeah! Fix me right up, Giorno! Giorno: There's definitely something strange. Giono: Is something wrong with the inside of your mouth? Gio: They attcked your tongue earlier. Does that have anything to do with it? Nara: Great job, Giorno! You're so intuitive. Nara: Just a little more... Nara: Just a little more, and Giorno will figure it out. Gio: But you're bleeding really badly. Gio: First, let's take care of that wound. Gio: Now, let me see it. Nara: No! You can't touch the blood! Gio: Come on, Narancia. Nara: This is bad! Stay back! Gio: Hurry! Nara: Li'l bmb! Nar: Damn it... Gio: Narancia, Gio: you seem to be under attck by something, Gio: but there must be some reason you can't tell us the truth. Nara: Yes! He figured it out! Gio: Was there something left in your mouth from the first att*ck? Gio: Like, an ability that makes you say the opposite of what you mean? Nara: Yes! That's it, Giorno! Nara: Sh-Shit! There's water from the pipe! Nara: Giorno!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x22 - The 'G' in Guts / The 'G' in Gozzo"}	foreverdreaming
Squalo: None of his friends realize that there's another Stand. Tiziano: Yes, they don't realize that my Stand, Tiziano: Talking Mouth, is attached to your tongue and making you say Tiziano: the exact opposite of what you mean. Gio: Narancia, Gio: there must be some reason you can't tell us the truth. Nara: Giorno! Nara: Giorno's getting pulled under! Nara: Even though the water's so shallow! Nara: Li'l bmb! Nara: The bastard is teleporting from liquid to liquid Nara: while still holding on to Giorno's body, Nara: despite there being so little water! Squalo: Yes! I got him. Squalo: If we first take care of Giorno Giovanna, who controls life and can heal his friends, Squalo: it'll be a piece of cake to eliminate the rest of his friends one by one. Tiziano: Yeah, it's all going according to plan. Tiziano: But we should finish off Giorno immediately, Squalo. Squalo: Huh? Tiziano: According to my information, Narancia's Li'l bmb can track carbon dioxide. Tiziano: Even though Giorno's unconscious right now, Tiziano: if he's breathing, your Crush, which bit into him, will be tracked down. Tiziano: Even if you jump from liquid to liquid. Tiziano: It won't be good if Li'l bmb tracks down your location and gets ahead. Tiziano: It'll track us down. Squalo: All right, Tiziano. Squalo: I'll stop Giorno's breathing. Squalo: Right now. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Crush and Talking Mouth Nara: This isn't good. Nara: I can't let them take Giorno away! Gio: This enemy... Gio: So there were already two Stands here? Nara: Shit! The more I miss, Nara: the more I'm spreading the water around and giving them the upper hand! Nara: I have to get ahead of them! Nara: Where are they? Where'd they go?! Nara: There! Nara: They may be able to teleport, but if I can get ahead of them, Nara: I can fill them full of holes! Tiziano: He's got his radar out. Tiziano: As I figured, he's going to try to track us down and sht us. Tiziano: We should stop Giorno's breathing immediately. Squalo: Quit being so pushy. I know, Tiz. Squalo: But it sure is hard to attck Giorno while teleporting! Nara: I got the timing down! Now! Nara: Wha— Into his neck?! Nara: Giorno! I-I didn't mean to sht you! Nara: Wh-What? His breathing... Nara: The symbol indicating Giorno's breathing... Nara: It disappeared from the radar! Nara: Shit! They got away! Squalo: Excellent. Crush went into the sewers. Squalo: I'm just going to continue down into the canal and dispose of Giorno's body. Tiziano: Hold it. What was that, Squalo? Squalo: I said I'd take his body to the canal and... Tizi: No, I'm talking about Narancia. Tizi: I almost didn't hear it, but he definitely said it! Tizi: He said, "They got away!" With his voice! Tizi: As long as my Talking Mouth is on his tongue, Tizi: he should only be able to say the opposite of his intent. Tizi: But he said, "They got away!" Tizi: He even said the radar symbol disappeared. Tizi: Squalo! Move from there immediately! Squalo: What are you talking about, Tiziano? Squalo: Giorno's not breathing at all! Squalo: There's no one else who can track down my Crush! Tizi: He said, "They got away!" on purpose! Tizi: It was to put you at ease! Tizi: It was to stop Crush's teleportation for even a moment! Tizi: I don't know how, but he's definitely tracking you! Nara: Back then, Giorno moved on purpose so I'd sht him. Nara: That way, there'd be residue from the gn, and I could actually track him! Nara: I can see him. Nara: I can see him clear as day! Nara: Here we go! I'm gonna fill them with holes! Nara: Here I come, you bastard! Nara: This means Giorno's not dad yet! Nara: If we can resuscitate him within a few minutes, he'll be saved! Tizi: This isn't good, Squalo! Tizi: Now that he's fired at you twice, Tizi: he's going to go after the residue from your bllet wounds! Nara: I did it! I got him out of the sewers! Abba: It's no use, Bucciarati. Abba: I can't replay this enemy any further. Abba: I know for sure that they were in this cup on top of this table. Abba: But they were only there for a moment. Abba: From there, Moody Jazz can't transform, nor go forward. Bruno: What do you mean, Abbacchio? Abba: I don't know. Maybe they can teleport. Abba: But I don't have the answer. Abba: The replay for this enemy... Abba: It won't go any further, like a video tape that's been torn. Squalo: I can't believe Narancia would go this far... Tizi: No, it's Giorno. Tizi: This all happened because Giorno intentionally got sht Tizi: by Li'l bmb's gn. Squalo: Shit! I can't get rid of the residue! Squalo: Even in the water! Squalo: Because the bllts were from a Stand. Squalo: I have to disappear somehow. Squalo: Somewhere he can't detect me! Nara: I've been watching... Nara: and this shark bastard is pretty damn fast for a remote-controlled Stand, Nara: but it looks like it can't get very far in a single leap. Nara: Looks to be about two to three meters! Squalo: Shit! Squalo: H-His attcks are becoming more precise! Nara: It could be due to injuries, but their speed's getting slower! Tizi: Squalo! Nara: Yes! Now I just need to end this with a finishing blow! Nara: Take this, you fishy bastard! Nara: Th-This smell... Nara: There's a gas leak! Squalo: This is all according to plan, Narancia. Squalo: Because you sht, Squalo: hot water spilled from the potand extinguished the burner. Squalo: Now Li'l bmb won't be able to sht its gn! Squalo: Now you can't track me! Squalo: If one of the sparks from your gn happens to ignite the gas, Squalo: you may survive, but everything around there will burn, Squalo: filling the room with carbon dioxide, and you won't be able to find me anymore! Squalo: Narancia, just go ahead and try to sht Squalo: those gn! Squalo: We've won! Nara: You know, if I can't sh*t... Nara: I have other ways of klling you! Nara: Yes! I got the enemy! Nara: Bucciarati! Mista! The enemy's here! Nara: Abbacchio, the enemy's able to move from liquid to liquid! Nara: Giorno's breathing again! Nara: Huh? Nara: Wait. What did I just say? Nara: Why was I able to speak the truth? Tizi: Squalo, I've released Talking Mouth from Narancia's tongue, Tizi: just like you planned. Tizi: You're pretty badly injured, but I'm sure the boss will be satisfied. Mista: Did you just yell something, Narancia?! Abba: Did you say the enemy's over here? Tizi: But the release of Talking Mouth is only temporary. Mista: Giorno's... That must be the enemy! Nara: Wh-What?! Nara: W-Wai— Tizi: We win, Squalo. Tizi: Yes... This is all according to plan! Mista: Here we go, Six bllts! Nara: sh*t, Mista! Mista: Wh-What?! Nara: Sh-Shit! My radar! Nara: I can't track them! They're going to attck! Nara: Giorno's going to be taken because of my lie! Gio: N-Narancia! Gio: L-Look for it! Nara: G-Giorno! Gio: Don't go after the Stand... Gio: Go after the user! Nara: Giorno! Mista: Hey, Narancia! Mista: You bastard! Why'd you tell me to sh*t?! Mista: This room was filled with gas! Nara: Look out! It's the enemy! The enemy's above! Nara: No! Below! The enemy's below! Mista: What?! Nara: Guys! Nara: It's no use! I can't stop myself from talking! Nara: I have to stop talking! Nara: It disappeared! Nara: They're planning to eliminate Giorno before anyone else! Gio: Don't go after the Stand... Gio: Go after the user! Nara: Giorno! Nara: Giorno told me to find the user. Nara: Right... They're hurt. Nara: Because they're hurt, their breathing is probably labored. Nara: So that's what he means. Nara: He wants me to use my radar to find them. Nara: I'm alone in this. I have to do this alone. Nara: Someone who's breathing hard... Nara: They have a remote-controlled Stand, Nara: but they have to be somewhere around here. Nara: There's no time! I have to be quick and find them! Sign: Talking Mouth Sign: Tiziano Tizi: Okay, this is all according to plan. Tizi: With Giorno gone, there's no one to fix their injuries. Tizi: Now, finish off Giorno. Tizi: For good. Squalo: Yeah, I'll do it. Squalo: I've been injured, Squalo: but I have plenty of strength left to attck him. Squalo: Hey, look. It's Narancia. Squalo: What's he doing out here? Tizi: Where is Crush right now? Squalo: Over there. Squalo: It exited the restaurant's sewer pipe and is heading down the canal. Squalo: He shouldn't be able to track it anymore... Squalo: Don't tell me he's trying to find me instead! Squalo: My breathing... Tizi: Calm down, Squalo. Tizi: That's impossible. Tizi: He's just struggling because he's run out of options. Tizi: How many people do you think there are within hundred meters of here? Tizi: Fifty? A hundred? Tizi: There's no way he could tell you apart from the others. Squalo: But I'm injured. Squalo: If he's trying to find someone with labored breathing... Tizi: Don't panic, Squalo. Tizi: Look at the bottom of the stairs. Tizi: There are many with even more labored breathing than you in that square. Tizi: Calm yourself and your breathing. Tizi: If we hide your injuries and head into the square like nothing's wrong, we'll be safe. Tizi: We still win! Squalo: Yeah, you're right... You're exactly right. Squalo: There's no way he'd find us. Nara: I found you! Nara: You're right there! Squalo: Wh-What?! Squalo: Shit! I have to retrieve Crush! Tizi: Calm down, Squalo! Think this through! Tizi: He can only say the opposite of what he's thinking right now. Tizi: He said he found us, meaning he hasn't found us! Tizi: Don't forget that! Squalo: Then why did he bother saying that?! Tizi: He wants you to panic and make your breathing even more labored! Tizi: Please calm down. If you panic, it's exactly what he wants. Tizi: There's no way Narancia can single you out. Tizi: This is just his futile, last-ditch attempt. Tizi: Calm your breathing. Nara: I found you... Nara: There you are. Nara: I finally... found you. Squalo: He said it again! Tizi: Please, calm down. Tizi: He hasn't found us. That's fact. Tizi: He's definitely lying! Tizi: My Talking Mouth is still definitely on his tongue... Squalo: H-Hey, look! Tizi: Wh-What?! Squalo: He cut out his own tongue! Squalo: With his own Knfe! Tizi: That's impossible! Tizi: No one can survive after cutting out their own tongue, Tizi: let alone speak! Nara: I found... you! Tizi: H-He has another tongue! Tizi: The ladybug became a tongue! Tizi: It can't be! Squalo: It's Giorno! Squalo: Giorno Giovanna! Squalo: Just as the boss had said, he's the biggest problem! Squalo: That bastard Giorno must've created a tongue Squalo: for Narancia in the kitchen and given it to him! Squalo: He's coming! He's heading this way! Squalo: So he was tracking my breathing! Tizi: It's the opposite! Tizi: If he was actually tracking you, he would've attcked already! Nara: Considering the number of people out here, there's all kinds of breathing. Nara: Labored breathing, slow breathing... Nara: There's so much that I can't single anyone out. Nara: But I've been waiting... Nara: I've been waiting for this... Nara: For the moment when someone's breathing drastically changes suddenly! Nara: For someone to change their breathing drastically Nara: after seeing me cut my tongue out with a Knfe! Nara: For someone to see their Stand hanging out along with my tongue Nara: and panic bigtime! Nara: That's what I've been waiting for! Nara: Just when I thought I'd lost you guys and was about to give up! Nara: You, over there! Nara: Your breathing just fluctuated, didn't it?! Nara: Yeah, you! I'm talking to you! Nara: I'm talking to you, long hair! Tizi: This can't be! Tizi: He actually cut out his tongue to track me! Nara: Which must mean the shark user is the dude next to you! Nara: He seems pretty damn pale. Tizi: Squalo, retrieve Crush! Squalo: I'm already on it! Squalo: It's traveling through the sewers and heading toward that well. Squalo: But... there's no water here! Squalo: There's no liquid that Crush can jump at Narancia from! Nara: You must be him! Nara: The guy who dragged Giorno away! Squalo: Tiziano! Tizi: Now you have some liquid... Squalo. Tizi: This didn't... go exactly according to plan... Tizi: But this doesn't change our victory. Tizi: We're still going to... win... Squalo: I don't give a damn about the boss's orders anymore. Squalo: I'm not going to kll you because I was ordered to as one of the elite guard. Squalo: Tiziano... I'm going to eliminate him for you! Squalo: I'll kll all of Narancia's friends, too! Squalo: I'll rip them to pieces and make them pay! Squalo: I'll make them all pay! Squalo: Crush! Rip out his throat! Nara: Do you think... I'm going to falter? Nara: Because of... Because of something like this? Nara: We're... Nara: going to get the hell out of Venice, Nara: completely safe and sound. Nara: See ya... Nara: Volare via. Rome___a_m_,Nara: "Go flying" Squalo: You're a damn traitor... Squalo: You're supposed to be eliminated by the boss... Squalo: You're supposed to have no choice but to fear your future... Squalo: What in the world is driving them forward? Squalo: Why does it seem like they have hope? Squalo: Wh-What could it... Guy: Someone just collapsed! Nara: Giorno! Nara: Y-Yes! He's breathing again, faintly! Nara: Giorno, wake up! Giorno! Giorno! Giorno: Narancia... Nara: Abbacchio doesn't think too highly of you, Nara: but we all end up moving under your direction, Nara: as though you're leading us... Nara: We might actually have some hope for this journey... with you around. Nara: Giorno, let's get back to everyone else. Bruno: How long has it been since the attck began? Bruno: Four to five minutes? Bruno: Anyway, it's hard to imagine that another assassin Bruno: from the organization is in Venice right now. Bruno: It should be wide open. Bruno: Let's head toward the airport! Bruno: We'll get a plane! Bruno: We're going to get a plane and head to Sardinia, no matter what. Bruno: We must find out about the boss's past as quickly as possible... Bruno: or we lose.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x23 - Clash and Talking Head / Crush and Talking Mouth"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: It's hard to imagine that another assassin Bruno: from the organization is in Venice right now. Bruno: It should be wide open. Bruno: Let's head toward the airport! Bruno: We'll get a plane! Bruno: We're going to get a plane and head to Sardinia, no matter what. Bruno: We must find out about the boss's past as quickly as possible... Bruno: or we lose. Sign: Marco Polo International Airport Gio: I don't feel any life energy. Gio: There are no living creatures on this plane, not even a cockroach. Bruno: All right, let's take this plane. Bruno: Don't let any living creature or machine near this airplane. Bruno: After taking off, an airplane glides at a few thousand to ten thousand meters JoJo-main: ,at a speed of around kilometers per hour. Bruno: Once in the air, there's no Stand user who can control JoJo-main: ,that kind of speed or power from the ground. Bruno: Our destination is Sardinia. Bruno: The flight should be around two hours. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Notorious Chase Nara: You're gonna fly this thing with Moody Jazz's replay? Nara: B-But there's no guarantee that this thing flew to Sardinia. Abba: I'm pretty sure there's this thing called INS that lets you JoJo-main: ,put in a destination, and it'll get you there automatically. Abba: I saw it in a movie once. Abba: If I find the INS and input our destination, there shouldn't be an issue. Nara: Really? You're going by what was in a movie? Bruno: Abbacchio, how long until takeoff? Abba: No idea. I can't exactly fast forward this. Abba: It'll probably take around ten minutes. Trish: Bucciarati's leg... Was it injured in the restaurant battle? Trish: Still, despite how deep that cut looks, he's barely bleeding. Nara: Up front, to the left! Something's coming! Nara: Something's heading our way, Mista! Mista: Stop right there! Mista: Just so you know, JoJo-main: ,anyone who gets near this plane will be sht dad, even if they're a saint! Mista: And it's not like a saint would even come here. Mista: If you care about your well-being at all, JoJo-main: ,you'll turn your back to this plane and get the hell off this runway! Mista: Apparently your ears are plugged up with wax, but do your best to listen. Mista: I'll warn you one last time. Mista: I'll let you go, so get the hell off this runway. Nara: He's a Stand user! Mista: Six bllts! Mista: Giorno! Narancia! Be careful of the enemy! Nara: His signal disappeared. Nara: He's the only enemy in the area. Nara: No one else is trying to get near this plane. Mista: Giorno! As you can see, he died instantly. Mista: There's no need to check up on him. Gio: Yes, I know, but we need to be cautious. Gio: He went down surprisingly easily. Gio: It's like he showed up only to be defeated. Mista: Hey, are you mocking me and my bllts? Mista: It just means that he was no match for me! Mista: He's obviously way weaker! bllts: Yeah! Yeah! Gio: He's completely dad. Gio: Not only is he not breathing, but his heartbeat and life energy are gone, too. Nara: Mista! Giorno! We're taking off! Hurry up and get on! Mista: Come on, Giorno. Let's go. Trish: I wonder if my father... JoJo-main: ,No, your boss Trish: might have guessed that I'd go to Sardinia to find out about the past. Bruno: Former. Bruno: Our former boss. Bruno: I'm sure the thought crossed his mind. Bruno: That's why we need to find out about the boss's past as soon as possible. Bruno: I figure that when he met your mother in Sardinia, Bruno: he wasn't a gangster who needed to hide his identity yet. JoJo-main: ,He was just an ordinary young man. Bruno: He became a gangster after that. Bruno: He must have some kind of identity. Bruno: The true identity of the boss from fifteen years ago surely exists. Bruno: As his daughter, you should be able to track it down. Bruno: Something, anything... JoJo-main: ,Do you remember anything more detailed from your mother's stories of the past? Trish: Cala di Volpe. Bruno: Cala di Volpe... The fox's tail? Trish: It's a resort located in a beautiful, emerald green coastal area. Trish: My mother mentioned that she met my father there while on vacation. Trish: She also mentioned that my father grew up in Sardinia. Trish: Apparently, he spoke with a Sardinian dialect. Trish: But then he disappeared, and my mother never found out more than that... JoJo-main: ,Not even his name. Trish: I'm not even sure what I should look for. Trish: Besides, this is all just from my mother's reminiscing. Bruno: You're the boss's only living relative. Bruno: That's why he's trying to eliminate you. Bruno: Cala di Volpe... Bruno: That means we have our destination. Gio: Mista. Gio: Get your gn out and take aim. Gio: Listen to this sound... mista: Sound? You mean the sound of the engine? mista: What are you talking about? Gio: Just please, get your gn out. There's something weird about this cabinet. Mista: Hey, hey, hey, hey... Mista: The only one being weird is you. Mista: You're the one who said there wasn't so much as a cockroach on this plane. Gio: That's true... I don't feel any life energy, even now. Gio: But... Mista: But what? JoJo-main: ,Are you trying to say there's a remote-controlled Stand on the plane? Mista: You sure you're not just freaking out? Gio: I could very well just be freaking out. Gio: But I know I heard something. Gio: I have a bad feeling about this. Gio: I'm going to open this. Please have your gn ready. Gio: A freezer... JoJo-main: ,I-I apologize. I was getting a little too high-strung. Mista: Giorno, what the hell kind of joke is this? JoJo-main: ,When did you put that in there? Mista: You're trying to scare me with chicken scraps? JoJo-main: ,What the hell's so funny about that? Mista: Th-That's not chicken. JoJo-main: ,It's still wet. Th-The blood's still fresh. Mista: Aren't these the fingers of the fatty I blasted back at the airport? Mista: Giorno, am I wrong? Gio: Calm down, Mista. Mista: Hey... Is there another one now? Bruno: You two. Is something wrong? Bruno: Giorno, you confirmed that there weren't any signs of life on this plane. Bruno: But Mista is saying that it looked like those fingers increased from three to four. Bruno: Is there any life energy in those fingers? Gio: They are just bones. They have no life. Gio: If these bones had any signs of life or were a Stand, JoJo-main: ,plant life from Golden Wind's powers wouldn't grow from them. mista: It freaked me out because it looked like there was one more, JoJo-main: ,so I could've just been seeing things... mista: But there's still something really off about this! Bruno: Indeed. Bruno: I'm not sure how or why, but someone put these in here on purpose. Bruno: Let's throw these outside. Nara: Huh?! But opening the door is super dangerous! Nara: Apparently, the difference in air pressure would send us flying like some rat in a toilet! Bruno: Everyone, hang on to something. Bruno: Zipper Man! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFFB&\c&H&\shad}Pop Bruno: Guess you didn't need to hang on after all. Bruno: Anything else out of the ordinary? Bruno: Check every inch of this plane. Gio: I want some pizza, too. Gio: I want to go back to Naples and enjoy a simple Margherita... Gio: This jet looks like a train station bathroom. Gio: But it must be some rich guy's jet... Gio: What the hell is this? Gio: The enemy Stand's name is... Gio: Notorious Chase. Gio: Who wrote all this, and when? Gio: Who the hell wrote this?! Gio: What?! Gio: Th-These fingers... Gio: I-It can't be! We threw the finger bones outside! Gio: We didn't even touch them! Gio: Is this what made that graffiti? Gio: A corpse? Gio: B-But this can't be... The Stand ability of someone who's dad? Gio: Is this thing getting bigger by consuming my body? Gio: Golden Wind! Gio: Cut off my right arm! Gio: What?! Gio: It's consuming my arm in the same shape. Gio: My Stand... is being consumed! GIO: The one who was scribbling on the wall was me... Gio: The one who brought the fingers onto the plane... was me! Bruno: What's going on, Giorno? Mista: H-Hey... Gio: Golden Wind! Mista: You should probably make a new right arm fast, Giorno. Gio: Was he trying to jump onto Golden Wind's right arm just now? Bruno: What's going on, Giorno? This is unthinkable! Gio: We've never dealt with a Stand like this before. JoJo-main: ,It goes against all we know. Bruno: A Stand... Does that mean the user is hiding somewhere? Gio: The user isn't here. Gio: He's already dad. He died on the runway. Gio: That man came here specifically to die... JoJo-main: ,so that his Stand could automatically trace us. Gio: Its energy is still alive. JoJo-main: ,It appears to be a Stand that only activates when its user has died. Gio: There's no user, so it can keep up with this jet's speed. Nara: But it's super slow, Giorno. Nara: Actually, it's not moving at all. Did it die? mista: It's not moving? JoJo-main: ,No, Narancia... mista: It's eating, so it doesn't have to move right now. mista: I got too close. This thing is fast. Mista: My bllts... Mista: It got four of them just now... That's more than half. bllts: Number Two! Three! Six! Seven! Mista: This thing's seriously bad news! Mista: Don't get too close. Mista: Everyone, stay back. Nara: Mista! Bruno: Shit! Don't get close to it! Gio: For some reason, it changed its target to Narancia. Gio: It's using some criteria to decide who to attck. Nara: How dare you underestimate me?! Nara: I just need to stay away from it, right? Nara: But... JoJo-main: ,My L'il bmb can blow this thing apart without getting close at all! Gio: That movement... It's definitely tracking something. Nara: I-Impossible! It's fast! It's way too fast! Nara: This isn't good! At this rate, it's going to attck all of us! Bruno: N-Narancia! Bruno: Trish! Hide inside the closet! Bruno: What?! Runo: Why is it going after Trish?! Bruno: Hurry up and shut the door! Trish: I-I won't make it in time! Bruno: Trish! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: I figured out... JoJo-main: ,what it's tracking. Gio: It's movement! JoJo-main: ,This Stand reacts to movement and prioritizes attacking whatever moves! Gio: It matches the speed of the fastest target and prioritizes it. Gio: If we can get this thing off the plane along with my left arm, Gio: we'll get to Sardinia safely. Gio: Then everything will go as planned. Bruno: Giorno, wait! JoJo-main: ,Who's going to heal your wounds if you lose both your arms? Bruno: Swap with me! Get that Stand onto me! Gio: We won't make it in time, Bucciarati! Gio: It's climbing up higher! Bruno: D-Don't! Bruno: Giorno! Bruno: How can this be? JoJo-main: ,We haven't even gotten to Sardinia yet, bllet: Mista! Bruno: and both Mista and Narancia are... Bruno: How can this be? Bruno: If we weren't in an enclosed space like this, JoJo-main: ,they might not have been so badly injured. Bruno: My idea to board a plane was naïve... Trish: No one could've predicted this. Trish: And it's because we're on a plane JoJo-main: ,that we were able to blow that Stand away. Bruno: Regardless, we have to tend to their wounds. Bruno: They're all gravely injured. JoJo-main: ,Let's get them inside the turtle. Trish: Hang on a second. Trish: Tend to their wounds... Their wounds... Trish: Giorno's arms... JoJo-main: ,They can be healed, right? Trish: With Golden Wind's powers... Bruno: Golden Wind and Zipper Man's powers activate once their fists ht or touch something. Bruno: This is the most damage we've endured so far. Bruno: Giorno Giovanna is no longer able to fight. Bruno: That probably goes for Mista and Narancia, as well. Bruno: Giorno can't recreate the arms that he's lost! Bruno: Trish, you should get some rest. Bruno: I'm going to go tell Abbacchio. Trish: I'm... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,heading to Sardinia for myself. Trish: Just for my own safety... Trish: And... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,For my future, I want to find the key to my father. Trish: But Giorno and the others are different. Trish: They're making decisions based on JoJo-internal/narrator: ,what they think is right, not for their future or safety. Trish: I... JoJo-main: ,can't even begin to understand that. Trish: Was that... a ball? Trish: A ball was rolling around? Trish: I-Impossible! Tirsh: It didn't get blown away by the plane's speed? Trish: No, it's the opposite... Trish: Giorno... Gio: It's movement! JoJo-flashback: ,This Stand reacts to movement and prioritizes attacking whatever moves! Trish: In that case, the plane is moving through the sky... Trish: The faster something is, the more it prioritizes catching it! Trish: It attcked the Kn*fe just now because I dropped it... Trish: I want to run into the closet and shut the door. Trish: Slowly... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I have to move slowly... Trish: I have to escape without any sudden movement. Trish: I-It's so sensitive! Trish: Why did it change direction? Trish: It must've reacted to something. Trish: That's... Giorno's brooch? Trish: Could that brooch be... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,alive? Trish: Golden Wind... No, Giorno's arms... Tirsh: H-His left hand? Trish: C-Could it be forming his left hand? Trish: Before Giorno cut off his arm, he used Golden Wind to give the ladybug life Trish: and created the hand he lost. Trish: Giorno's not out of the game yet! Trish: If I can protect that left hand, Trish: Narancia and Mista's wounds can also be healed! Trish: B-But how am I going to do that?!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x24 - Notorious B.I.G / Notorious Chase"}	foreverdreaming
Trish: That's... Giorno's brooch? Trish: C-Could that brooch be... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,forming his left hand? Trish: Giorno's not out of the game yet! Trish: If I can protect that left hand, Trish: Narancia and Mista's wounds can also be healed! Trish: B-But how am I going to do that?! JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Spicy Lady Trish: B-But if I scream JoJo-internal/narrator: ,or move faster than that brooch, I'll be klled first. Trish: It's unfortunate for Giorno and the others, but I can't do anything... Trish: And I'll also be the one attcked after the brooch. Trish: I have to hide. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I have to use this opportunity to hide in the closet... Trish: This is... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the switch to make the seat recline. Trish: If I push it, the seat will lean back. Trish: That thing will probably attck this seat before the brooch. Trish: Th-Then I can grab the brooch and head into the cockpit... Trish: B-But I can't! Trish: I can't make a wager like that! Trish: It's far too dangerous. Trish: I need to just hide in the closet... Trish: What's wrong with me?! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Do I even realize what I'm doing?! Trish: Unbelievable. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I didn't want to take the risk, but I still pushed the button! Trish: Now I just have to do it. Trish: The path to the cockpit is wide open! Trish: Move... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,slowly... Trish: Just like the tai chi that the Chinese practice... Trish: It's only about two meters to the brooch. Trish: I can't rush. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,If I rush, I'll die! Trish: It's heading back this way! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Because it finished destroying the seat... and it stopped reclining... Trish: But there are more seats to recline. Trish: Why did it... grab on to my leg and not the seat? Trish: L-Liquid? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It reacted to the speed of these liquid drops falling? Trish: B-But why are my boots wet? Trish: All I did was push the reclining switch! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,How did my boots get wet? Trish: I knew it. I should've left the ladybug alone. Trish: I should've just stayed out of this! Trish: S-Save me, Bucciarati! Trish: M-My boot just fell over next to my foot. Trish: It's like it went through my foot... Trish: Wait, what? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,What just happened? Spice: Now, pick up that brooch, Trish. Trish: Wh-Who's there? Trish: Is someone there? Spice: I've always been here, Spice: ever since you were little. JoJo-main: ,I've always been by your side. Spice: Trish, please pick up that brooch. Spice: That's the decision you've made. Spice: You've already made up your mind to protect Giorno's left hand. Spice: Hesitation leads to weakness. JoJo-main: ,And... please, give me orders. Trish: Wh-Who are you? Spice: I am you. Spice: I'm also the one who got the thing off of your boot just now. JoJo-main: ,I am your ability. Spice: Now, if you've made your decision, please pick it up. Spice: You and I are going to protect Spice: Giorno's left hand! Spice: Trish, if we're able to protect it, JoJo-main: ,we'll open up a new future for Giorno and everyone else. Spice: And your future, as well. Trish: What's going on?! Spice: Pick it up, Trish! Trish: I'm finished! Trish: How the heck am I supposed to protect this thing?! Spice: This is your ability. Spice: I made the seat softer. Trish: Wh-What just... Trish: Made it softer? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I literally slipped right through the seat. Trish: And it somehow damaged that thing. Trish: The fleshy part of that thing ripped. Trish: That thing managed to stop Mista's bllts and catch up to this plane. JoJo-main: ,It has the ability to destroy things that are fast. Trish: But if it hits things that aren't moving, it takes damage. Trish: Are you... me? JoJo-main: ,Was I the one who just did this? Trish: The thing with the boot, too. Was that— Spice: What's important right now, Trish, Spice: is that you picked up the brooch. JoJo-main: ,Your strong determination overpowered any hesitation. Spice: You are becoming stronger, both mentlly and as a person. Spice: And you are able to make anything in this world softer, more elastic. Spice: Making things softer... Spice: means they become harder to break than diamonds! Trish: I-It's coming again! Spice: This time, stay still. Trish: I'm starting to understand that you're me, but I have to hide! Trish: Make the closet door soft! Trish: Please make it in time! Trish: Damn it! Stay the hell away until I close this door! Trish: I-It managed to find me on the other side of the door, even though I'm hiding! Trish: I-I'm done for! Trish: I'm starting to understand that I'm a Stand user and have Stand abilities... Trish: B-But... Trish: This thing's invincible! Trish: The user is already dad, too. No one can defeat this thing! Spice: Trish, I asked you not to move. Spice: We have to head to the cockpit, where Bucciarati is, JoJo-main: ,but we went in the opposite direction. Trish: What are you talking about? JoJo-main: ,Giorno's brooch is developing into his left hand and moving. Trish: I had to run away! Trish: But your ability... JoJo-main: ,All it does is make things softer! JoJo-main: ,It's taking all I have to evade these attcks! Trish: I-It's going to get me! Trish: I-It attcked the clock again? Trish: What? Spice: I made the clock more elastic. Spice: As long as you don't move faster than the second hand on that clock, Spice: it'll continue to respond to the second hand JoJo-main: ,and give priority to attacking the clock over and over. Spice: When I said not to move, I just meant to move slowly. Spice: Move slowly. Spice: Slower than the second hand. Spice: At super slow speed... Spice: But with the strength of a vise. Spice: We're going to rip this thing apart... Spice: and kll it. Spice: You bastard! Just go to hell already! Spice: You piece of shit! Quit latching on to this world, damn it! Trish: It's falling apart into tiny pieces and disintegrating! Trish: This Stand that just kept pursuing its targets, like a vengeful spirit, Trish: is becoming so small and disappearing... Trish: Y-Your name... Trish: Do you have a name? Trish: What should I call you? Spice: Spicy Lady. Trish: I see... JoJo-main: ,That's a fitting name. Sign: Trish Una Sign: Spicy Lady Spice: Now Mista and Narancia's wounds can be healed. Spice: But Giorno Giovanna... He is a strange person. Spice: Not only is he able to give things life, Spice: but his actions also helped you mature. Bruno: I'm going to go make sure the engines are okay. Trish: Bucciarati, I have some news to break to you... Trish: The problem has already been solved. Giorno has actually already... Bruno: Don't say another word! Bruno: I-I mean... Slowly... JoJo-main: ,Come here slowly, Trish. Abba: Our altitude is , meters! Abba: ,... JoJo-main: ,,! Abba: It's no use. It just keeps falling! Abba: And I don't know why! Bruno: I figured out why we're falling, Abbacchio. Bruno: But what are we supposed to do? Bruno: What are we supposed to do about this? Trish: Bucciarati, what are you— Bruno: I told you not to move! Trish: D-Don't tell me... Abba: Th-Th-That's... But that's impossible! Bruno: Giorno said that thing has the ability to catch up JoJo-main: ,to things that move and take them in. Bruno: The engines on this plane... Just now, that thing... Bruno: Trish, don't turn around. Bruno: Don't panic, no matter what. Bruno: Slowly walk this way. Trish: Th-That's... Trish: No! Th-That's impossible! Abba: It's no use! We just keep falling! Abba: At this rate, we're going to crash! Abba: Actually, the engines are likely to explode before that! Trish: Th-That thing should've been torn into pieces and disintegrated... Trish: W-Wait, the engines are right behind the closet. Trish: Oh, no... Trish: If even a tiny part of this thing melded into the wall of the closet... Trish: There's a possibility that it took in the engine's energy. Trish: And now... Bruno: We need to make an emergency landing, Abbacchio. Bruno: The Tyrrhenian Sea is in front of us. Bruno: We need to make an emergency landing on the water. JoJo-main: ,It's the only choice we have! Bruno: An emergency landing? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Even if we're able to land safely, what are we supposed to do after that? Bruno: This thing will still come after us! Bruno: It's invincible. It's too powerful. Bruno: It's an invincible ability! Bruno: Now, slowly, Trish... Bruno: Slowly, like a slug. Don't panic. Bruno: Don't run, whatever you do! Bruno: If you rush, it'll attck you! Bruno: Wh-What the?! JoJo-main: ,What are you doing?! It's going to catch up to you! Trish: Yes, it certainly will! Trish: If I do something as lame as moving slow, it's going to catch up to me anyway! Trish: Get in the cockpit, Bucciarati! Bruno: Have you lost your mind, Trish?! JoJo-main: ,It's going to destroy the door! Abba: Th-The door... Bruno: Th-This is... Abba: What the... Don't tell me you... Trish: An emergency landing? JoJo-main: ,Bucciarati, we need to do the opposite. Trish: If we all want to survive and get to Sardinia safely, Trish: we need to... destroy this plane! Spicy: Wannabe! Trish: Spicy Lady! Bruno: T-Trish... This is... When did you obtain Stand abilities? Abba: Th-The walls and glass are all soft like rubber. Trish: If that thing is going to prioritize speed in its attcks, Trish: then crashing would be faster. Trish: A plane crashing is way faster Trish: than this parachute! Trish: Yes! You stupid bastard! Abba: We took pretty severe damage, JoJo-main: ,but now that the plane has crashed into the waters near Sardinia, Abba: that means the boss's men can't confirm whether we're dad or alive. Abba: Right? Abba: The organization's lost track of us. Abba: That means we've got some time now. Abba: Time to track down the boss's true identity and find him! Bruno: No, Abbacchio. Bruno: It appears that our damage is going to grow just a bit... just a little bit more. Bruno: I'll get rid of that thing. JoJo-main: ,I have to use my zipper. Abba: Wh-What?! Abba: Don't tell me... Bruno: It's completely invincible. Bruno: There's no way to kll this thing. Bruno: We can only chase it out with speed, just like Giorno did. Abba: B-Bucciarati, you can't mean... D-Don't do it! Abba: You're going to wrap that thing onto your arm?! Abba: Don't! Are you going to take yourself out of this, too?! Trish: No, Abbacchio. JoJo-main: ,No one else is going to get hurt. Trish: Giorno's Golden Wind ability Trish: is safe right here. Abba: Wh-When did you... Trish: Arrivederci. Sign: "Goodbye." Nar: Stand name: Notorious Chase. Nar: Complete annihilation: impossible. Nar: Forced to track the crashing waves of the sea forever. Nar: At times, it att*cks ships that happen to move faster than the waves and sinks them. Nar: Eventually, these waters would be known to local fishermen as the "Tyrrhenian Belly" Nar: and considered ominous. Trish: Now, let's lay low and find out who the boss really is. Trish: We're going to track down my father's past! Nar: The private jet hijacked from the Marco Polo International Airport Nar: crash-landed in the Tyrrhenian Sea, fifty kilometers northeast of Sardinia. Nar: This mystery has yet to be solved. Nar: No passengers were found on board. Diavolo: I thought I'd made it disappear, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,but one's past wraps itself around one's true peace, never letting go. Diavolo: Unbelievable. This is why blood relations are so troublesome. Diavolo: It wouldn't be concerning if it involved a stranger, Diavolo: but once blood relations are involved, things become tricky. Diavolo: But that's all it is. Diavolo: It's just a blood relation. If I can get rid of that, Diavolo: I'll be able to remain in the prime of my life. Diavolo: Several days ago, after Pericolo secured Trish, Diavolo: the traitors who were after her scoured this apartment that Trish and her mother lived in, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,but none of them noticed. Diavolo: Every morning of her life,Trish awoke in this house... Diavolo: And... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Every day, she looked at this picture that her mother had lovingly put up. Diavolo: But this date... There's no doubt about it. Diavolo: It's fifteen years ago. Diavolo: This portrait... Even I almost missed it. Diavolo: To think that such a thing existed... Diavolo: Their plane crashed... but they're alive. Diavolo: I can feel it... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,My daughter's Stand abilities have awakened. Diavolo: I can also tell that she's alive and heading to Sardinia. Diavolo: And if it was Abbacchio's Moody Jazz that was flying the plane, Diavolo: that means he's also alive, at the very least. Diavolo: I can't let Moody Jazz go to the spot in this picture. Diavolo: Trish might not realize it right now, but she'll surely remember Diavolo: the existence of this picture. Diavolo: And if she goes to Sardinia, she'll figure out Diavolo: that the person who took this portrait of her mother when she was young Diavolo: was me! Diavolo: I can't let Moody Jazz's ability replay that! Diavolo: I'll have to go there myself. Diavolo: I have to do it myself. Diavolo: I can't let any of my subordinates attempt to handle this. Lady: Oh, y-you were home. Lady: I knocked, but... I'm here to clean your room. Lady: P-Pardon me, I'll come back later... Lady: Huh? Lady: Huh? JoJo-main: ,Why was I here again? Lady: O-Oh, right! To clean! I'm supposed to clean! Lady: Now, time to get to work.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x25 - Spice Girl / Spicy Lady"}	foreverdreaming
JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio A Little Story From the Past ~My Name Is Doppio~ Nar: This is a little story from the past. Sign: Summer, Nar: We're going back to the summer of . Lady: Prisoner ! What's going on here?! Lady: Prisoner ! JoJo-flashback: ,Did you eat something bad? Lady: She's pregnant? JoJo-flashback: ,This is a women's prison on a remote island. Lady: There are only women here! Lady : Not to mention, this prisoner JoJo-flashback: ,was sentenced to ten years for bank robbery and asault. Lady : She's been here for two years already. Lady : Push! Just a little bit more! Lady : When could she have gotten pregnant? JoJo-flashback: ,She wasn't big earlier today. Lady : And now... Lady: Hey, you! Who the hell's this kid's father?! Inmate: He's... dad... Inamate: For over two years... now... Lady: You can't be serious. JoJo-flashback: ,A barnacle growing in your knee would be more believable than that. Lady: Looks like the baby made it. Lady : Yes... But something's strange. JoJo-flashback: ,The baby's eyes have been open ever since he was born. Lady : And he's not crying at all. Lady: This goes without saying, but we can't raise a baby here. Lady: We'll find someone to take him. Lady : Where are you from? Inmate: Sar...di...nia... Nar: A priest at a small church there took the child in. Nar: Time passed, and the boy became known as someone JoJo-internal/narrator: ,rather cowardly and a bit slow. Sign: {\fad(,)\pos(,)\fs}June, Doppio: Well, I'll be going now. See you later, Mr. Frog. Man: Hey, watch it! Man: Oh, it's you. Man : Walk closer to the edge, you dumbass! Man: Don't you dare tell the priest about this. Doppio: Th-That was close... Doppio: But I'm glad you didn't get squished. Girl: Do you like frogs? Girl: I like frogs, too. JoJo-flashback: ,I hate bugs, though. Girl: I also don't like guys who smell. Girl: I hate everything that's not beautiful. Girl: Are you from around here? Doppio: Y-Yeah... Doppio: Say, it's a bit hot out. Want to get something to drink? Girl: Well... Girl: That's not a bad idea. Girl: Then I want sparkling water. Girl: Hard water from France. Girl: I hope you're treating. Priest: You want to become a sailor? Doppio: Yeah... Priest: Well... JoJo-flashback: ,You're a simple man. Priest: That's probably best for you. Priest: Oh? Guy: He walked all this way? Guy: Good on him. Priest: It might be a good idea to get him a car. Nar: In order to build a garage next to his room, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the priest started digging into the floor with a pick. Priest: What's this? Priest: A corpse? JoJo-flashback: ,No, it's... Nar: As he carefully picked at the concrete... Nar: The person he discovered was a woman. Nar: It was the woman who gave birth to the boy the priest took in. Priest: Sh-She's alive... Nar: She couldn't move nor talk, but somehow, she was being kept alive. Nar: How many years had it been? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The woman had no sense of time. Nar: Hatred? Love? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Her heart was dark. Priest: This hair color... Nar: That night, the whole village brned, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,with strong winds carrying the fre to every single house. Nar: No one knows how it started. Nar: Seven people died, and others went missing. Nar: On the list of the deceased were Nar: the names of the priestand the boy he'd taken in. Sign: {\fad(,)\fs\pos(,)}Olbia, Sardinia: Present Day Boy: Why, you! Doppio: Hey, kid! Look out! Boy: Shut up. I know. JoJo-main: ,There's a truck coming, right? Driver: You bastard! JoJo-main: ,Where the hell do you think you're walking, you dumbass?! Doppio: O-Ow... Doppio: Aw, man... Ow. Doppio: Guess I had the wrong idea. Guy: Looks like you're down on your luck. Having a bad day? Guy: Or have you been having a streak of bad luck? Doppio: I'd say so. I've had one problem after another. Guy: Why not let me tell your fortune? Guy: I'll make it cheap. Doppio: Huh? Nah, I'll pass... Guy: Sardinia is your home, isn't it? Guy: And it's been a while since you've been back here, hasn't it? Doppio: I wouldn't call that fortunetelling. Doppio: You can tell I'm a traveler just by looking at me. JoJo-main: ,Anyone could figure that out. Guy: You're... living with a secret. JoJo-main: ,Light and shadow, what's inside and what's out. Guy: You could probably call it two separate lives. Guy: But you take advantage of that secret and have an unyielding personality, JoJo-main: ,which has earned you nothing but victories. Doppio: What? Guy: Oh, please forgive my rudeness. Guy: There's something about your face that is very intriguing to someone in my field. Guy: Please, let me tell you your fortune. Guy: I'll make it ,... no, , lire. Doppio: Everyone has their secrets. JoJo-main: ,That's a pretty broad statement. Guy: You're looking for someone. JoJo-main: ,You're currently looking for someone very important to you. Doppio: Seriously... Doppio: Everyone spends their lives looking for someone. Doppio: A beautiful girlfriend or a good friend... Doppio: But I guess it's nice to hear these things at times. JoJo-main: ,How do you go about doing it? Doppio: With that crystal ball? Guy: No... I've already gn. Guy: I can tell just by looking at the shape of the mud splatter on your pants. Guy: It's been said for thousands of years that in Romani fortunetelling, JoJo-main: ,the best results come from looking at the shape of something that formed coincidentally. Guy: Because that is the symbol of fate. Guy: Your daughter... JoJo-main: ,Yes. JoJo-main: ,The person you're looking for is your daughter. Guy: You came back to Sardinia to find the child of the woman you left fifteen years ago... Doppio: Huh? Guy: Huh? Er... Something's strange. JoJo-main: ,You're rather young... Guy: I know what I just said, but this is strange... Doppio: Whose child? Mine? Guy: But you have one. I'm sure of it. Guy: Let me see your palm! Doppio: Hey! Guy: Please! My pride as a fortuneteller is on the line here! Doppio: Let go of my hand... Don't touch me... Guy: I won't ask for payment... Actually, I'll pay you! Guy: ,... No, I'll pay you , lire! Guy: Please! Doppio: You're friggin' annoying! Don't touch me! Doppio: What good would it do for you to see it, huh?! Diavolo: Considering you're about to die! Guy: Your face... Your age... Diavolo: It appears you're not a Stand user. Diavolo: You have the wisdom to see people JoJo-main: ,for who they really are, and you made that your business. Diavolo: That was your greatest failing. Diavolo: No one in this world is allowed to know who I really am. Diavolo: But I now know that you are indeed an excellent fortuneteller. Diavolo: Out of respect for that, I'll be sure to kll you instantly so you don't feel any pain. Diavolo: So answer my question... Diavolo: This man's name is Risotto. Diavolo: He's a traitor. Diavolo: He is also looking for my daughter and trying to find out my true identity. Diavolo: I want you to tell me where he is right now. Guy: Where he is? JoJo-main: ,I can't tell that much... Guy: But I'm sure you'll encounter him soon. Guy: He's here in Sardinia... Guy: He is filled with vengeance, JoJo-main: ,and you will certainly encounter him here. Diavolo: I see. Very well. Diavolo: That's plenty. Guy: I knew it! JoJo-main: ,I was right! Light and shadow, what's inside and what's out. Guy: Two personalities! Guy: As long as you bear this secret, the death of people will bring you good fortune, Guy: and you will never lose your splendor! Guy: What a beautiful palm! Guy: I've never seen a hand like this before! Guy: Huh? Something's wrong. It suddenly looks strange. Guy: The lifeline is totally different... Guy: I see! Guy: This is my own hand! It changed before I even realized it! Diavolo: Emperor Crimson. Doppio: You... Doppio: I'm so glad you weren't squished. JoJo-main: ,It's dangerous to be on the sidewalk. Doppio: Go on, shoo. Doppio: Be careful. Go on. Kid: Huh? Taxi: Where to, sir? Doppio: Costa Smeralda, please. Taxi: You got it. Lady: And now for our next story, Lady: the investigations involving the site of the crash off the Olbia coast in Sardinia. Lady: However... Doppio: Driver, do you have a cell phone? Doppio: Mine broke... Taxi: No, I don't. Sorry. Doppio: I see... JoJo-main: ,C-Could you stop for a sec, driver? Doppio: I'll get out here! This is fine! Doppio: I'll get out here. Doppio: That's the building. JoJo-main: ,There's no doubt about it. Doppio: I just have to keep an eye out over there. Nar: Costa Smeralda in Sardinia. Nar: This area was forgotten by history until about half a century ago, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,when a certain millionaire from India was enamored by the scenery of this coast, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,where the winds and cliffs met,and started living there. Doppio: Hey, wait a sec! JoJo-main: ,There seems to be an extra digit on your meter... Taxi: So you actually think I rigged the meter JoJo-main: ,because I wanted more money? Taxi: Is that what you think? Huh?! Doppio: N-No... But , lire to get from the city to here seems a bit... Doppio: I don't have that much. Taxi: Like hell a guy on vacation doesn't have money! Taxi: I know you hid some in your pocket earlier. Taxi: I saw you hide an envelope in your pants. Doppio: Don't— Taxi: Come on, let me see. Doppio: Don't touch me... I-I'm getting a headache... Taxi: See? I knew it. Doppio: You friggin' idiot! Doppio: Those who have seen what they shouldn't have seen JoJo-main: ,don't need to exist in this world! Taxi: Y-You bastard... Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: Hey... Did you just hear a phone ring? Taxi: Huh? Doppio: Where did it come from? Doppio: Hey! I asked you a question! Doppio: That phone's busted, so there's no way it could've rung! Taxi: H-Hell if I know! What are you— Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: There it is again! Where is it? Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: Where is it? Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: Hey, what the hell? You have a car phone! Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: Hello? Yes, this is Doppio. Doppio: Boss... Yes, I just arrived. JoJo-main: ,It's the spot in the photo. Doppio: I just need to keep an eye on this place, right? Doppio: Huh? The driver didn't see what was in the envelope, JoJo-main: ,so I don't need to finish him off? Doppio: If I may interject, Boss, JoJo-main: ,I believe he saw the photo that he wasn't supposed to see. Doppio: Right. I'm very sorry, Boss. JoJo-main: ,Yes, I'm about to start watching the building. Diavolo: You're about to watch the building? Diavolo: No, my Doppio. Diavolo: Take a good look. Slowly... Naturally. Diavolo: Don't do anything suspicious. Diavolo: The one who's being watched... JoJo-main: ,is you, Doppio. Doppio: Th-That's Risotto! The traitor assassin! Doppio: He appeared just like the fortuneteller said! Diavolo: Apparently, due to the plane crash, JoJo-main: ,he came to notice the existence of this photo of Sardinia that was at Trish's house. Diavolo: We need to take care of him first. JoJo-main: ,Otherwise, he'll interfere once Trish arrives. Diavolo: I'll be the one to finish him off. Diavolo: We need to get close to him without him figuring out my true identity. Diavolo: Risotto's ability is a mystery to me, as well. Diavolo: Draw him out about two meters away from you. Diavolo: Then he'll definitely be within Emperor Crimson's range. Diavolo: You can do it. JoJo-main: ,I'm hanging up, my Doppio. Doppio: Yes, I understand, Boss. JoJo-main: ,Beep. Doppio: What's this? My head... It hurts. Doppio: O-Oh, yeah. I don't have time to worry about a headache. Doppio: I just had a call from the boss. Doppio: My mission is to keep an eye on that building and... uh... Doppio: What was it again? Doppio: Get closer? JoJo-main: ,Right! I have to get closer! Doppio: But to what? Risotto: I won't get closer to you. Risotto: Look over here. Doppio: Wh-What the?! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,But I think I've seen him before... Doppio: Wh-Who is he again? Risotto: Move your hand. Risotto: Otherwise, I can't see your face. Doppio: I-I don't have any money! Doppio: B-Blood! JoJo-main: ,Why does this always happen to me?! Risotto: Maybe I just imagined it. JoJo-main: ,The ignorance and fear in his expression are not an act. Risotto: If he was from Passione, he wouldn't act like this. Risotto: Not to mention, he's more unguarded than a baby. Risotto: He must be a civilian. Doppio: Please don't! Risotto: Stop fussing. I'm just going to pick up my Knfe. Risotto: I don't care about you anymore. Doppio: I-I don't feel so good... My head hurts... Doppio: T-Two meters... Risotto: That's right. JoJo-main: ,There was just one thing you did that seemed like an act. Risotto: When you fell, JoJo-main: ,you reflexively hid the envelope so I wouldn't see it, didn't you? Risotto: It's right under your left shoe. Risotto: What are you hiding? JoJo-main: ,If I'm satisfied with what I see, I'll leave. Doppio: What is your deal?! JoJo-main: ,I-I don't have any money! Just let me go! Risotto: It wasn't mrder intent or hostility, but your expression there seemed fake. Risotto: Stand up, move your left leg, and show me. Risotto: I told you to stand up! Stand up! Risotto: Oh, so it's just an envelope. Risotto: There's nothing in it. Risotto: Your trembling certainly isn't an act, JoJo-main: ,and I can tell you're a coward who can't lie. Risotto: But now... I'm even more interested in you. Risotto: You're definitely a Stand user. Risotto: You heard that sound, too, didn't you? Risotto: Just now, you glanced over toward that sound. Risotto: That's the sound of scouting. Risotto: It's carefully scouting the area. Risotto: That sound and shape... Risotto: is Li'l bmb! Risotto: They've finally made it here! Risotto: And who are you to show up to such an important location? Risotto: It must mean that the boss trusts you greatly. Risotto: But there is true fear in your heart. Risotto: You're a walking contradiction! Doppio: Shut your trap! JoJo-main: ,You're the one who's about to be shaking in your boots! Risotto: I see. JoJo-main: ,Since you're running toward me, you must be a close-ranged power type. Risotto: Your range is around two to three meters. Risotto: As long as I know that, I know how I'll kll you. Doppio: What... the... M-My throat! Doppio: Th-These are... JoJo-main: ,actual razor blades?! Doppio: T-Two meters, damn it! Doppio: I'll shove these razor blades right up your ass! Risotto: I told you, I know how I'll kll you. doppio: Impossible! I'm not done yet, damn it! doppio: H-He disappeared? Doppio: That's his... That's his assassin ability... Doppio: But how... Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: There's a phone ringing somewhere! Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: I can't believe it! JoJo-main: ,There just happens to be a pay phone in a place like this! Doppio: Click! Doppio: Beep! Doppio: Hello?! Boss: My Doppio... Doppio: Wh-Where are you, Boss? Doppio: Are you nearby? Doppio: If you are, please come quickly! Boss: I cannot. Boss: I cannot go there until you get close enough to him. Boss: Because everything will be over JoJo-main: ,if he happens to see me and then manages to escape. Doppio: B-But— Boss: You need to get closer. You need to get within two meters of Risotto! Doppio: Boss! I don't know what his ability is! Doppio: He could attck me again at any second! Boss: Doppio... JoJo-main: ,Oh, Doppio... Boss: My adorable little Doppio... Boss: Did you forget that I gave you a portion of my Emperor Crimson's power? Boss: Now is the time to use it!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x26 - A Little Story From The Past ~My Name Is Doppio~"}	foreverdreaming
Dia: Doppio... Boss: Did you forget that I gave you a portion of my Emperor Crimson's power? Boss: Now is the time to use it! Boss: You have Emperor Crimson's arms and Eulogy! Boss: Calm down and look carefully for movements. Boss: And then try to predict the future movements that will occur around you. Boss: Look carefully and predict the future movements that will happen JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Emperor Crimson vs. Metallic JoJo-main: ,ten seconds from now. Dopp: B-Birds! JoJo-main: ,Birds went flying, just like what I saw! Dopp: B-Boss! I just saw him! Dopp: He was blended into the footage of ten seconds from now that Eulogy showed me! Dopp: It looked like a person had blended into the rocks in the background! Dopp: B-But I can't see him right now! JoJo-main: ,I can't tell where he is by looking directly! Boss: That's Risotto. Boss: He's somehow hiding his appearance. Boss: Could it be... JoJo-main: ,He normally isn't visible, but you can see him because you saw the future. Boss: Look a few seconds into the future to see how he's going to attck, Doppio! Dopp: Th-There he is! JoJo-main: ,H-He moved! Dopp: Wh-What?! Dopp: Th-This is awful, Boss! Dopp: In ten seconds, s-scissors are going to c-come out of my throat! Boss: Calm down, Doppio. JoJo-main: ,What you saw wasn't you dying. Boss: Risotto is the assassin that no one in the organization could find. Boss: You should expect a little bit of damage. Boss: You need to see how he's going to attck you JoJo-main: ,a few seconds in the future! Dopp: The fact that he gets close to me JoJo-main: ,means that it's definitely not a remote-controlled Stand. Dopp: Th-This footage showing that there'll be scissors inside my throat... Dopp: Does it mean this future is unchangeable, Boss?! Boss: Correct. Boss: Now that you've seen that footage, you're going to have to prepare yourself. Boss: It's true that you're going to have scissors shoved down your throat. Boss: But see through it! JoJo-main: ,See through how he's going to attck you! Boss: If you can see through his methods, you'll find his weakness! Boss: And then, get within two meters of him JoJo-main: ,and strike him with Emperor Crimson's arm, Doppio! Dopp: Damn it! Dopp: There you are! Take this! Riso: You're sloppy. Riso: But then again, in all my years of being an assassin, JoJo-main: ,you're the first one to ever land a blow this close to my location. Riso: How truly interesting. Riso: How did you know? Riso: I'm curious about your ability. Riso: But still... you're going to die! Dopp: I-Impossible! Dopp: How did he get the scissors under my skin? Dopp: He hasn't laid a finger on me, and I haven't opened my mouth. Dopp: H-His Stand hasn't even touched me... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,But the scissors are opening on their own! Dopp: A-At this rate, he's going to chop open my throat! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HDCCA&}S{\c&H&}t{\c&H&}a{\c&H&}b{\c&HFAB&}! Dopp: I need to get them out! Riso: Those movements... Riso: I thought I'd be able to slice open his throat, JoJo-main: ,but it's as if he knew I was going to place those scissors there. Riso: He just put his hand to his throat and defended himself. Riso: There's something going on. Riso: I need to be more careful... JoJo-main: ,so I can finish him off completely in my next attempt. Dopp: God damn you! Dopp: Damn it... I couldn't tell. Dopp: The boss is going to be upset with me. Dopp: I still don't know how he's invisible. Dopp: B-But this damage... I-I'm losing strength in my legs... Dopp: Th-That's— Boss: What's the matter, Doppio? Boss: Were you able to see his attck? Dopp: B-Boss! Boss: You couldn't see it? JoJo-main: ,Then move away from there immediately. Boss: Figure out exactly where he is by having him chase you! Dopp: Y-You bastard! Dopp: I've made up my mind. JoJo-main: ,I'm definitely going to see through him next time. Dopp: Damn it. JoJo-main: ,I'm going to get within two meters of him, no matter what! Boss: You just saw Emperor Crimson's next footage, didn't you? Boss: What did you see? Boss: I'm asking you a question, Doppio! Boss: What did you see? Dopp: My right foot, Boss. Dopp: For the next move, in a few seconds, JoJo-main: ,it's going to be scissors again. Dopp: It went flying off. Dopp: My foot is going to go flying off. Boss: What did you say, Doppio?! Dopp: H-He's coming! I saw a glimpse of him! Boss: Get away from there right now! Boss: Why didn't you move immediately after seeing the footage, Doppio? Dopp: Risotto Nero, the assassin. Dopp: While his movements are careful, he's already made preparations to kll me. Dopp: I can't get my legs to move. JoJo-main: ,I'm not sure if I can run. Dopp: Razor blades, scissors... Dopp: He was preparing for me to lose all this stamina! Boss: Shit. Doppio won't be able to win now. Boss: It's going to take me at least ten seconds to come out. Boss: This isn't good. Boss: The damage he'd endure from losing his foot would be less than ideal. Boss: I need to minimize the damage somehow. Boss: I'm telling you to move away from there now! Boss: You're going to be klled! Dopp: But, Boss, if I may interject... Dopp: That's exactly why I shouldn't move. Dopp: I've used up my stamina. JoJo-main: ,That's why it's easier to tell if I don't move. Dopp: All I've been thinking about is where he was attacking me from JoJo-main: ,with the razor blades and scissors. Dopp: But I was going about it the wrong way! Dopp: There you are! Dopp: His ability... JoJo-main: ,is to use the iron within a living creature to create JoJo-main: ,iron razor blades within their bodies! Dopp: The fact that this frog and I are so worn out gave me the answer! Dopp: You use your Stand ability JoJo-main: ,to use the iron within a living creature to create razor blades! Dopp: And given that the razor blades came out of the frog before they came out of me... Dopp: That's the direction you were approaching from! Riso: Th-This bastard... Dopp: Looks like the prediction was correct. JoJo-main: ,Someone's foot went flying off. Dopp: And the mystery behind the enemy's form is slowly becoming apparent, Boss. Dopp: Huh? Boss? Dopp: That's strange. I could've sworn I was holding a phone... Dopp: Where did I drop it? Dopp: I mean, that's a frog... Dopp: Oh, there it is! Dopp: How the heck did I drop it down there? Dopp: It's underneath all these rocks, and now it's covered in sand. Dopp: Oh, jeez. And I need to report to the boss immediately, too... Dopp: D-Did it break? Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dopp: Yes! Dopp: As small as they make electronics these days, I guess they're pretty sturdy! Dopp: Hello? Praise me, Boss. He can't move anymore. Riso: Impossible... Boss: Well done, Doppio. JoJo-main: ,My Doppio... Dopp: Am I going to be the one to finish him off? JoJo-main: ,Or should I wait until you get here, Boss? Boss: I want to make sure that Risotto Nero is finished off for good. Boss: I'll take care of him myself. Boss: Get closer to him, Doppio. Get within two meters of him... Boss: And then, I'll go there. Boss: Until then, get closer to him. Dopp: You got it! I'll get closer to him, Boss! Dopp: Inside the wound where his foot was severed... JoJo-main: ,They're wriggling. Dopp: Risotto's Stand is inside his body! Riso: You have precognitive powers, don't you? Riso: You had a decent idea of what would happen and how I would move. Riso: Otherwise, there's no way you could've predicted my position or my attck. Riso: It's true that, at first, you were a beginner who couldn't do anything on your own. Riso: But... who are you right now? Riso: Your personality is now filled with confidence. Riso: And what's that look on your face? Riso: Those eyes don't belong to a young man. Riso: It's as if there are two of you. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HDADCD&\shad}Shink Riso: Could that be what's going on? Riso: No, that's not it. Riso: There's no doubt about it. Riso: I'm much closer than I realize... Riso: to the one I'm after right now! Riso: Two years. Riso: It's been two years since we were JoJo-main: ,basically pups who had been collared, shaking in fear. Riso: You're definitely something more than what we've been looking for. Riso: I'm certain of it. Riso: I want to know what you are. Riso: I want to see your true form. Riso: I want to know what you are when I kll you... no matter what! Sign: Risotto Nero Sign: Metallic Pro: Solido Naso... That's probably one of the boss's aliases. Ghia: Otherwise, he wouldn't hide his daughter so quickly. Form: We came all the way here, but it's just a waste of damn time. Form: Damn it. Pesci: But if we're able to get his daughter, JoJo-flashback: ,we might find out who the boss is! Pesci: Right, Bro? Pro: We haven't been able to make a move JoJo-flashback: ,ever since what happened to Sorbet and Gelato. melone: I wonder who's guarding his daughter. melone: Pericolo's not a Stand user, so maybe it's Polpo. Illu: Then maybe we should head toward Naples and ask him. Riso: Don't get ahead of yourselves. Riso: It's times like these that you should remain calm before doing anything. Riso: I understand how you feel, JoJo-flashback: ,but you need to lock away what happened to Sorbet and Gelato. Riso: Failure equals death. Riso: I'm excited, but... Riso: The one who gets too excited in this situation is the one who dies. Dopp: The foot I chopped off! Dopp: I was right. Risotto Nero... Dopp: I can now see your powers! Magnetism! Dopp: You're controlling your Stand at that distance with magnetism! Dopp: You took control of the iron inside me JoJo-main: ,and made me spit out those razor blades and scissors! Dopp: The way you make yourself disappear is by covering yourself in iron powder Dopp: and camouflaging yourself to match the scenery around you! Riso: Correct. Riso: You may have figured out what Metallic is, but it's too late. Riso: Because you are already complete. Riso: Iron. JoJo-main: ,You can find iron anywhere in this world. Riso: Of course, it's in sand, Riso: as well as spring water and plants. Riso: And of course, iron is also found within humans, as well. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HEC&}S{\c&HDEE&}t{\c&HEE&}a{\c&HDED&}b {\c&HEC&}S{\c&HDEE&}t{\c&HEE&}a{\c&HDED&}b {\c&HEC&}S{\c&HDEE&}t{\c&HEE&}a{\c&HDED&}b Boss: What are you doing, Doppio? Boss: You predicted his movements! Boss: I will not allow you to receive further damage! Dopp: Th-This is... B-Boss! Riso: You saw through my ability, and my foot got chopped off. Riso: But you are already complete. Riso: There's nothing you can do about that. Riso: Large amounts of iron can be found in JoJo-main: ,vegetables like spinach and meats like liver. Riso: It's an important substance that's within your bloodstream. Riso: What happens when all the iron within you leaves your body at once? Riso: To put it simply, your blood turns a horrible shade of yellow and you die. Riso: The iron in your blood captures the oxygen JoJo-main: ,that enters your body when you breathe, Riso: and carries it throughout your body. Riso: Without that, the precious oxygen doesn't reach your fingertips or your brain. Riso: Which means, now that you've been robbed of so much iron, JoJo-main: ,despite how hard you're breathing, oxygen isn't entering your body. Riso: Your body is going to become a corpse before you actually die. Riso: Now, then... JoJo-main: ,I wonder what I should do next. Riso: Should I wait until you croak, or... Riso: We seem to be out of time anyway, JoJo-main: ,so should I just go over there and finish you off? Dopp: B-Boss... Dopp: That's... Dopp: They're near the mansion! Dopp: It's Bucciarati! Dopp: He finally showed himself! Dopp: Narancia's also there, and... Abbacchio's there, too! Boss: What? Abbacchio's there? Boss: We're out of time. Boss: Doppio, finish him off with your next move! Boss: Predict Risotto's movements in the footage! Dopp: I'm already looking! Dopp: Risotto will come around my right side, and then... JoJo-main: ,He disappears! I can't see him! Dopp: I-It can't be... Boss: What do you see, Doppio? Boss: What do you see? Dopp: I'm gonna turn the tables, damn it! Dopp: I'll finish him off, Boss! Dopp: A few seconds before what happens in this footage happens... Dopp: I'll blow off his head instead! Dopp: Just like I chopped off his foot earlier! Dopp: H-Here he comes! Boss: Don't do anything else, Doppio! Boss: There's nothing else you can do. Boss: Listen well, Doppio. This is important. Boss: Don't waste any more energy. Boss: I'm heading there right now. Boss: It'll be a few more seconds, but I'll deal with Risotto. Dopp: A few seconds?! JoJo-main: ,But it'll be too late! He's going to attck me any second! Boss: Deal with it! Boss: If my full abilities get there, JoJo-main: ,I can just erase the time you saw in the footage! Dopp: But I'm the one who's going to be attcked! Dopp: So I'll finish him off! Boss: Doppio! This is the only way! Boss: This is the only way you're going to survive! Boss: Your body can't take any more. Boss: I won't allow you to waste any more energy on my behalf! Boss: You're going to finish him off? JoJo-main: ,Risotto Nero is not someone you can find twice! Dopp: But what if I can, Boss? Dopp: If I know where he is... Dopp: If his ability is going to try to steal even more iron from my body... Dopp: H-Here he comes! He's attacking! Dopp: He should have the strength to pull... JoJo-main: ,He should have the strength to pull the iron from my body! Dopp: The scalpel is pointing in the direction of the magnetic force! Dopp: You're right there, Risotto! Riso: I figured that's what you'd do. riso: Magnetism pulls at the iron. Riso: If you can figure out which way it's being pulled, JoJo-main: ,you thought you could figure out my location. Riso: However, unfortunately... Riso: What you sensed was JoJo-main: ,the magnetism that Metallic is producing in the foot you chopped off. Riso: I left it there. JoJo-main: ,I learned from my mistake of letting you chop off my right foot. Riso: I need to make the best of that situation. Riso: There's barely any oxygen left in your body. Riso: You are complete. Riso: You shouldn't even be able to move an inch. Riso: You're different from before. JoJo-main: ,Now you're brimming with confidence. Riso: The excessive physical changes to your body, Riso: and the way you're talking to yourself... Riso: It all makes sense now. JoJo-main: ,I finally figured out who you really are! Riso: Yes, this had already been confirmed in th century Germany. Riso: There are people in this world who have multiple personalities. Riso: In some cases, it doesn't just affect them mentlly. JoJo-main: ,Their body... Their physique can change, as well as their way of speaking. Riso: I had just thought that you were the boss's most trusted subordinate. Riso: But you... JoJo-main: ,To think that you... Riso: I can't wait. JoJo-main: ,I can't what to see what your face will look like once you die! Riso: There's nothing else you can do. Riso: I'm keeping my distance. JoJo-main: ,You have no strength to resist. Riso: There's nothing you can do! Riso: I've won! JoJo-main: ,I'm going to chop off your head! Riso: This is the end! Take this! Riso: Metallic! Riso: Wh-What? Boss: Risotto, JoJo-main: ,I told Doppio... Boss: that you were no longer an enemy he could handle. Riso: Don't tell me... Bruno: I knew it. The enemy was already here. Nara: But I sht right through him! I ht him good, too! Riso: Y-You... Boss: If the blood in my body that's been robbed of iron JoJo-main: ,isn't going to carry oxygen throughout my body... Boss: It's the same thing as if my body wasn't breathing. Boss: Which means that the only thing Li'l bmb can track right now... Bruno: How many enemies are there, Narancia? Nara: Just one! Nara: There's only one person breathing on that cliff! Boss: ...is your breathing, Risotto. Boss: I see. Boss: This is the same thing that happened in the footage that Doppio saw, but... Riso: I was winning... JoJo-main: ,I would've won... Riso: But you had thrown the scalpels at them... Riso: Boss...	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x27 - King Crimson vs. Metallica / Emperor Crimson vs. Metallic"}	foreverdreaming
Boss: Which means that the only thing Li'l bmb can track right now... Riso: I was winning... Riso: I would've won... Riso: But you had thrown the scalpels at them... Riso: Boss... Nara: He's down! Li'l bmb finished him off! Abba: All right. JoJo-main: ,I'll go find out who it was. Bruno: Hold on, Abbacchio. Bruno: We don't know how many of the boss's men are on this beach right now. JoJo-main: ,I need you to hurry Bruno: and replay the footage of the one who took the photo of Trish's mother JoJo-main: ,on this beach fifteen years ago. Bruno: We need to get out of here as soon as we can, or we'll be in danger. Nara: But there's only one of them on the cliff! Abba: Bucciarati, I remember the Stand from the plane. Abba: Despite Mista turning that guy into a corpse, we still went through hell. Abba: I have to confirm who's up on that cliff, or I won't be able to relax. Bruno: Narancia, is the enemy up there dad? Nara: He's barely hanging on. Nara: But his breathing has just about ceased. Nara: He hasn't moved a millimeter. Bruno: All right. JoJo-main: ,Narancia and I will be the ones to go and check. Bruno: Abbacchio. Nara: Use your Moody Jazz to get the replay going right away. Abba: All right. Bruno: We can't stay here for too long. JoJo-main: ,How much time do you need? Abba: Well, we're talking fifteen years ago. Abba: It'll probably take eight to ten minutes. Bruno: Do it in five. Bruno: Giorno, Trish, and Mista are standing by in the turtle, so I'll bring them out here, too. Bruno: And the moment we learn the boss's true identity from Moody Jazz's replay, Bruno: we'll leave here. Bruno: Narancia, use Li'l bmb to signal for Giorno and the others to get out here. Nara: You got it! Riso: I finally... figured it out... Riso: I know... your identity... Riso: Before I die... JoJo-main: ,show me... show me your face... Boss: I will not allow you to continue this conversation any longer, Risotto Nero. Boss: The last thing I wanted was for Bucciarati and his crew to find out we were here. Boss: You should die with pride as the leader JoJo-main: ,of the Hitman Team, since you made it this far. Boss: I'm sure your men who are waiting in the afterlife will be proud of you. Boss: You're going to die at any second. Boss: And Bucciarati will come find you up here at any moment. Boss: Before that happens, give me back all the iron you stole from my body. Boss: If you do, I'll finish you off myself. Boss: Wouldn't it be the worst embarrassment of your life if you were JoJo-main: ,to die slowly and miserably in front of Bucciarati JoJo-main: ,and his men, who took the lives of your team? Boss: Not to mention, they already consider you a pathetic enemy. Riso: I... die... Boss: What was that? I couldn't hear you. Boss: Hurry up and give me back the iron that was in my body, Risotto Nero. Riso: I'm saying... that I won't die alone. Riso: Within the chunks of flesh that Li'l bmb blew off... Riso: The parts of me that scattered... Riso: This time, I'll be the one using it... Rios: Li'l bmb, that is! Riso: Die! Nara: What the heck? Li'l bmb is... Nara: That bastard stuck itself to my Li'l bmb! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HE&\c&HF&}F{\c&HED&}o{\c&HCFFFB&}o{\c&HAE&}m Boss: Emperor Crimson. Boss: I blew away . seconds' worth of time. Boss: Everything that was in this world within that span disappeared, JoJo-main: ,and all that remains is what happened after those . seconds. Boss: Just the results of the bllts hitting you. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HDB&\c&HD&}Rata tat tat tat tat tat Boss: Well done, Risotto Nero. JoJo-main: ,You died before you could lose your pride. Boss: But that also means I'm still facing this unfortunate predicament. Boss: This isn't good. JoJo-main: ,I have to do something... Bruno: Are you sure, Narancia? Nara: Yeah. Nara: Something made its way into Li'l bmb! Boss: Shit! Boss: They're coming... Boss: I have to hide... and somehow replenish my iron... Bruno: Stop right here. Bruno: We need to assess the situation carefully from here. Nara: Got it. Nara: It's all right, Bucciarati. JoJo-main: ,His breath's completely stopped, and his Stand has disappeared. Nara: He's definitely dad. Nara: Though, I sht him in the face, so it might be hard to tell who he actually was. Bruno: That man is probably the leader of the Hitman Team. Nara: How can you tell? Bruno: He's here alone without a team, which means that either JoJo-main: ,he was a very confident kller someone sent after us, Bruno: or he had no one left on his team. Bruno: And he was just klled by whoever this other very confident kller was JoJo-main: ,for getting in the way. Nara: Uh, hello? Bucciarati? JoJo-main: ,It was my Li'l bmb that turned him into a honeycomb— Bruno: You're wrong. You were just being used. Bruno: There was someone else here. Bruno: Look at his right foot. Bruno: Li'l bmb's attcks would have left burn marks. Bruno: But there are no burn marks on that foot. Bruno: It was only torn off. Nara: But... there was only one person on Li'l bmb's radar! Nara: I'm still not getting any other signal! Nara: And why would anyone need to do that, anyway?! Bruno: Neither of them likely expected Bruno: the other to be as powerful as themselves, so the survivor is probably very badly wounded. Bruno: Though, I don't know how they're hiding their breathing. Bruno: Narancia, you sent out a signal for Giorno and the others to gather, didn't you? Nara: They should be heading to the place the picture came from right now. Bruno: All right, let's go after them. Bruno: From now on, don't overlook even the smallest hint of breathing, JoJo-main: ,even if it's a lizard or a mouse. Bruno: The other kller is still nearby. Bruno: He's an extremely dangerous kller sent by the organization. Boss: Damn it... JoJo-main: ,To think I'd have to endure this hell JoJo-main: ,back home on Sardinia, Boss: all because of those bastards... Nara: I know this is a rocky area, but there are way more than I expected. Nara: When I'm tracking the breathing of things like frogs and field mice, Nara: there are just too many! Nara: And if I make the range too sensitive, JoJo-main: ,I'll even pick up the breathing of the tourists and the exhaust from their cars. Nara: Damn it! Should I just light this whole place up?! Bruno: Calm down! Bruno: Frogs and field mice will try to hide in nearby holes. Bruno: Those aren't the movements you're looking for. Bruno: Look for the movement of someone trying to get away from us. Nara: Movement of someone trying to get away from us... Boss: I have to hurry... Boss: Abbacchio... Boss: I have to stop his Stand! Mista: That must be it. Mista: Hey, where are Narancia and Bucciarati? Mista: I only see Abbacchio on the beach. Gio: An enemy must've appeared. Gio: They're probably pursuing the enemy. Gio: And it seems that Abbacchio hasn't started his replay yet. Gio: Trish remembered that the photo was taken fifteen years ago in June, Gio: but she doesn't know the exact date. Gio: Moody Jazz is searching with a timer for the exact time. Gio: When it figures that out... Mista: It'll be able to change into the boss. Gio: Let's go. Kid: Hey, let's play over here. Kid: You're the goalie today. Kid : What? No way! Kid: Rock-paper-scissors, then! Bruno: Well? Can you tell them apart? Nara: I found it, Bucciarati! There's just one! Nara: It's meters to our right. JoJo-main: ,That must be it. It's not very fast, Nara: but it's headed toward the tourists! Bruno: Narancia, don't attck just yet! Bruno: First, we have to determine exactly who we're dealing with. Nara: His movement stopped. Nara: Bucciarati? Nara: Blood? Bruno: You, there! I'm about to attck you! Bruno: If you are unable to fight anymore, come out from behind that rock. Bruno: I promise not to take your life. Bruno: I'll wait just three seconds. Got it? Bruno: It's been three seconds! JoJo-main: ,I take it you're prepared to fight! Bruno: Zipper Man! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HD&\c&HAB&}R{\c&HD&}i{\c&HDFAD&}p Kid: Hey, come on! Kid : Where the heck are you kicking the ball? You suck! Kid: Oh, come on! Kid: It's your fault for not being able to get it! Kid: Just shut up and go get it already! Kid: You go get it! Abba: It's already the th. June's going to be over soon. Abba: How long is this gonna take? JoJo-main: ,It better actually be June fifteen years ago, damn it. Kid: Higher! Higher, damn it! Kid: Throw some rocks at it! Kid: Shake the branches! Climb up there! Abba: Hey! Pipe down, you little brats! Abba: Go play someplace where there's more room! Kid: Duh, we know that. Kid: Who the heck kicked it up there? Kid: Hey! Stop throwing rocks! Kid: Reach out your hand a little more! Kid: I know, damn it! Kid: I can't reach any further! Abba: Oh, hell. Go on, move out of the way! Nara: What the hell is this?! Bruno: Wait. JoJo-main: ,Don't attck, Narancia! Bruno: He's just a kid! He's one of the tourists! Nara: His mouth is sewn shut with the laces from his sneakers! Bruno: Only a Stand user could have done this. Bruno: They must've switched places with him. Bruno: And by the look of this kid, he seems to have lost a lot of blood. Bruno: But where did all that blood go? Nara: What the hell?! Where's the bastard that did this to him?! Nara: How the hell did he disappear?! Nara: He was super weak a second ago! Bruno: I don't know... JoJo-main: ,What in the world is going on? Kid: Thanks! Kid: All right! Kid: C'mon, let's hurry! Kid: Thanks, mister! Kid: Thanks! Kid: Hey, wait up! Dop: Thanks! Boss: Nothing beats coming back home. Boss: Luck's on my side. Kid: Let's go! Kid : Kick it right this time! Kid: You're the one who kicked it over there! Kid: I don't know what you're talking about. Sign: {\c&HFC&\fad(,)}Leone Abbacchio Sign: {\c&HAC&\fad(,)}Moody Jazz Abba: Uh... What are you doing under there, officer? Cop: Sorry to bother you while you're eating. Cop: I'm conducting an investigation. Cop: I'm looking for fingerprints. Cop: There was a robbery across the street last night. Cop: The victim was struck with a bottle. Cop: It shattered, and shards went everywhere. Cop: But all the shards weren't on the sidewalk. Cop: Particularly the part that was being held. Cop: We heard that the suspect threw something away here, JoJo-main: ,so I thought I might find something in this recycling bin. Cop: I should be able to get some fingerprints. Cop: That's the part I'm looking for. Abba: You're going to look through all that? Cop: Well, it's my job. Abba: I see. Abba: Yeah... Abba: Say, uh... Cop: Yes? Abba: For reference... I'm just curious. Abba: What are you going to do if you don't find the shards? Abba: You might not get any fingerprints. Abba: No... Even worse, if you do find them, Abba: and the suspect hires a crafty lawyer and is found not guilty... Abba: What makes you keep working so hard despite all those problems? Cop: Well... JoJo-main: ,I'm not just after the result. Cop: When all you want is the result, you start to look for shortcuts. Cop: And if you take that shortcut, you might lose sight of the truth. Cop: You'll become less motivated. Cop: I think the most important thing is the will to find the truth. Cop: As long as you have that, Cop: even if the suspect gets away this time, you'll get them eventually, right? Cop: Because that's what you're after. Cop: Don't you think so? Abba: I envy you. Abba: I used to think I wanted to become a police officer. Abba: Ever since I was a kid, Abba: I wanted to become a distinguished police officer. Abba: At some point, I even had that same will you have. Abba: But I messed up. Abba: You see, people like me Abba: are worthless. Abba: We never see things to the end. Abba: We always mess up somewhere along the way. Cop: That's not true, Abbacchio. Cop: You're doing great. Cop: We have the same will. Cop: That will you had when you first became a police officer Cop: resides within your heart again now... Cop: Abbacchio. Abba: Why... JoJo-main: ,do you know my name? Abba: Come to think of it... JoJo-main: ,I think we've met before. Cop: Where are you going, Abbacchio? Abba: I'm getting on that bus! Abba: I'm starting to remember... Abba: That's right! JoJo-main: ,I have to go! Abba: I need to get back to my comrades! Cop: Did you forget, Abbacchio? Cop: You came here on that bus. Cop: This is the last stop. Cop: You can never return. Abba: Y-You're... Abba: That's right! You're... Abba: You're the one who died because I took that bribe... Cop: Abbacchio, you did very well. Cop: That's right... JoJo-main: ,So well that I can say I'm proud of you. Nara: No way... Nara: This can't be happening! Nara: God damn it! You can't be serious! Nara: Hurry up and heal him, Giorno! Nara: I said hurry up and heal him! Nara: Don't make me kick your face in, you bastard! Gio: It happened in a moment... Gio: It happened in a second at close range. Gio: We were too late... Gio: We were too late. Gio: How could someone like Abbacchio Gio: let him get that close? Bruno: Mista... JoJo-main: ,Don't let Trish out of the turtle. Bruno: The enemy will probably attck again, to try to finish Trish off. Bruno: We have to leave here immediately. Bruno: This is my fault. Bruno: We can't gather any more clues about the boss here. Nara: Wh-What are you talking about, Bucciarati? Nara: Abbacchio is gonna wake up any second! Nara: It's just taking a bit longer than usual! Nara: He'll wake up if we just wait a little longer! Nara: Right, Giorno?! Nara: That's what happened before, right? Nara: H-Hey! Bruno: That's enough, Narancia! Bruno: It's too dangerous here! bruno: You need to use Li'l bmb to survey the area. Nara: What are you talking about, Bucciarati? Nara: What the hell are you talking about?! Nara: If the enemy's gonna show up, I'll kll him right here, right now! Nara: If he's nearby, I'll face him head-on! Nara: Mista! Right, Giorno? Nara: Hey, Mista! Gio: We have to go, Narancia. Gio: Just as Bucciarati said! Nara: Wh-What? Nara: What did you just say?! Nara: Giorno! JoJo-main: ,You're probably just not trying hard enough! Nara: Bring him back! Nara: Give it all you have, you bastard! Mista: That's enough, Narancia! Nara: Shut the hell up! Mista: Narancia! Nara: Abbacchio... Nara: Are we just going to leave him here, Bucciarati?! Nara: Are we just going to leave Abbacchio all alone?! Nara: I don't want to leave him behind! Bruno: This is an order, Narancia! Bruno: Abbacchio knew that this was a possibility when he came here! Bruno: We're leaving. Nara: Bucciarati, wait! Gio: That's... Gio: Bucciarati, wait. Just for a moment. Gio: This must mean something. It has to. Mista: He's holding something. JoJo-main: ,What is it? Gio: It looks like a piece of rock from somewhere. Gio: It must mean something. Golden Wind! Gio: Go back to where you came from! Mista: Hey, look! Mista: Apparently, Abbacchio had completed his replay! Bruno: This is a death mask! Bruno: A death mask from the replay! Bruno: Right before Abbacchio's Moody Jazz disappeared... Bruno: It took the last of its Stand energy JoJo-main: ,and pressed its transformed face into the stone pillar! Bruno: Abbacchio left us this at the very end! Bruno: This is the boss's true face! Cop: Abbacchio, you did a great job. Cop: And your will to get to your truth... Cop: The ones left behind will get it. Cop: Because that's what important.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x28 - Beneath a Sky on the Verge of Falling"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: Any luck? Bruno: Try checking Interpol or even the Sardinian police records. Bruno: Do these fingerprints match any records? Gio: It's no use. There are no hits. Gio: Even if the boss had a previous record, odds are he made sure it was erased. Bruno: But it has to be somewhere... Bruno: That's why he tried to eliminate JoJo-main: ,his own daughter and fears letting anyone know what he looks like. Gio: Why don't we look through the records of the dad? Gio: The boss might've faked his own death. Bruno: Let's give it a sht. Trish: We can't let him get away with this. Trish: A moment ago, just for a little while, I felt the same thing I felt in Venice. Trish: The one who got close to Abbacchio was... JoJo-main: ,my father. Trish: This man finished Abbacchio with his own hands. Bruno: Are you saying that the boss is here, Trish? Trish: Yes. JoJo-main: ,I don't know where he is right now, but he's nearby. Gio: Bucciarati! Bruno: Not right now! Bruno: If we don't find out the boss's identity for sure JoJo-main: ,and kll him, we're going to lose. Bruno: We have to track down his identity first! Gio: No hits. Bruno: It's no use... The boss is meticulous. Bruno: It's impossible to track him down any farther... Man: That's not true! Man: You have already tracked him down. JoJo-main: ,What? Man: All that's left now is to find a way to defeat him. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Get to the Roman Colosseum! Man: I've been waiting so long Man: for people like you, who'd do everything they could to track this man down! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HBDBD&\c&HD&}Screech Bruno: Someone tracked us down instead! JoJo-main: ,Giorno, cut the connection, quick! Man: Wait! Don't cut me off! Man: I'm on your side! Man: You want to defeat Diavolo, don't you? Trish: Diavolo? Man: Please believe me. Man: I knew deep in my heart that someone who JoJo-internal/narrator: ,wanted to defeat Diavolo would eventually show up. Man: That's why I always kept this line open. Man: I've been waiting for so long... Man: I waited for years, filled with hope. Man: I'm on your side! Bruno: I don't know about that. Bruno: Diavolo? Bruno: Just because you said that name JoJo-main: ,doesn't guarantee that you're on our side. Bruno: Giorno, cut the connection. Man: His Stand is able to skip through time! Man: Did you know that? Man: Though I'm sure that JoJo-internal/narrator: ,you're in a hurry to find out who he is because you know that. Trish: He's on our side... Trish: This guy's on our side. Trish: No underling of my father's could've survived knowing his Stand ability. Gio: Be quiet, Trish. JoJo-main: ,We can't reveal more about ourselves just yet. Bruno: All right. Let's hear what you have to say. Bruno: First, tell us your name. Man: My name doesn't matter. Man: My body is already in a state that prevents me from fighting. Man: What's important is whether or not you are actually able to defeat him. Man: His ability to erase time has no weaknesses. Man: I'm sure you're planning to assassinate him, Man: but you are certain to fail! Bruno: Are you saying you know ofa way to defeat the boss? Man: His Emperor Crimson is invincible! Man: But I do know of a slight possibility to defeat him. Man: It's just a possibility, though. Man: You will have to obtain that possibility. Bruno: Obtain it? Man: Come to me. Come to Rome! Man: If you do that, I can give you this possibility! Bruno: Do you really think we'll go to you?We don't even know if we can trust you. Man: I'm sure at least some of you know what this is. Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HBE&\c&H&}Scr{\c&HBA&}e{\c&HCFF&}ech Gio: That's... JoJo-main: ,the arrow! Gio: At least, it looks just like it! Bruno: Why do you have that? Man: I'll tell you that later. Man: You must come to my location to retrieve this. Man: He doesn't know the true way to use this arrow. Man: This arrow doesn't just awaken Stand abilities in people. Man: There is hidden wisdom within it. Man: I will tell you what it is. Man: Come to Rome. Man: This arrow will defeat him. Man: It is your last and only hope! Dop: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dop: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dop: Hey, you there! Dop: What the heck do you think you're doing, answering my phone?! Dop: That call's for me! Dop: Give it here! You stupid brat! Dop: Hello? Yes, this is Doppio! Boss: It's strange, Doppio. Dop: What is, Boss? Boss: Bucciarati and his crew. Boss: They've lost Abbacchio, so they should be at a loss as to what to do now. Boss: But that's not the case. Boss: They've fled with no hesitation whatsoever. Boss: They're on that boat with a goal in mind. Boss: Look into it. Boss: Return to Abbacchio's last location and look around. Boss: Something's not right. Dop: Look around? JoJo-main: ,But what am I supposed to look for? Boss: Fear is born JoJo-main: ,from an unexpected past. Boss: This is what I've been fearing JoJo-main: ,ever since I found out that I had a daughter. Dop: There's nothing suspicious, boss. Dop: The statue's been destroyed, but that it. Boss: I know it. I can tell. Boss: Those traitors... There's no doubt about it. Boss: They figured something out that I don't know about. Dop: They figured something out? Dop: What could it be? They didn't have that kind of time. Boss: It's something that I'd never expect! Boss: That's enough, Doppio. Boss: Go after them immediately. Boss: You have to track them down yourself. Dop: Yes, sir! Boss: Also... JoJo-main: ,Cioccolata and Secco... Boss: Have them stop Bucciarati and his crew. Boss: I didn't want to ask for help from such filth, but I have no other choice. Boss: This is the last time. Boss: Listen well, Doppio. One must destroy their fear. Boss: The moment is now. Boss: We must get through this right now, no matter what. Boss: That is what it means to be alive. Nara: Who the heck is this guy waiting for us in Rome? Nara: Can we really trust him? Mista: Who knows? But Bucciarati decided we're going. Mista: What other options do we have? Man: Let me tell you a little story from the past. Man: In Greenland, there's a place called Cape York where only Inuit people live. Man: It's famous for having a crater created by a meteorite. Man: It's said to have fallen tens of thousands of years ago. Man: In ... Man: Two men from a team that was surveying for natural resources within the crater Man: contracted an unknown illness. Man: They both ended up with blisters all over their bodies, Man: and eventually, they diedlooking like tomato sauce. Man: On top of that, one of them suddenly sht a jolt like a stun gn from his finger Man: and accidentally brned a few fingers off the doctor treating him. Man: In later investigations, it was discovered that a virus, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,which was tens of thousands of years old, had been trapped JoJo-internal/narrator: ,within the meteorite inside the crater. Man: That virus may have flown here on the meteorite. Bruno: A virus? JoJo-main: ,What about it? Man: I tracked it down! Man: This arrow is made from the same material as the meteorite found in Cape York! Man: Centuries ago, a man who craved absolute power like that of the gods Man: found out about this rock and created arrows from it. This is one of them. Man: This kller virus culls lifeforms. Man: This is a theory called "viral evolution." Man: Most people who contract this virus will die, Man: but some possess something that lets them survive. Man: And as if it were rewarding them, Man: the virus gives them a new life ability. Man: This has already been proven, with your own bodies. Gio: So that's what Stands are... Man: That is the root and principle of that arrow. Bruno: I see. I understand that now. Bruno: But what's this secret way of using the arrow JoJo-main: ,that we're supposed to retrieve? Man: I can't tell you that until you come see me in Rome. Man: On top of that, I can only tell one of you what it is. Man: Because no one else can ever find out about this secret power. Man: But once you find out that method, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I guarantee that it will take you to another dimension. Man: It is the only way to defeat Emperor Crimson. Bruno: There's no guarantee that your story is true. Bruno: But if the boss hears about this, he's definitely going to eliminate you. Bruno: I'll trust you. Bruno: How do you want to meet? Man: Come to the Colosseum in Rome. Man: Once you get there, you'll know. Man: It doesn't matter what time. I'll be waiting. Man: Everything will be revealed there. Drunk : Come on! Get up, damn it! Drunk : Shut up! I'm gonna take a piss! Drunk : Seriously! Drunk : I'm gonna do it! Drunk : This isn't the damn bathroom! Drunk : There's no toilet here! Drunk: This is it, right here. Drunk: Damn, that feels good! Drunk : I'm gonna do it! Mista: Let's go up on land once those drunks leave. Bruno: Then we'll acquire a car immediately. Bruno: From there, we'll be in Rome within minutes. Mista: All right, got it. Mista: Perfect timing. Mista: The moon's hidden behind the clouds, too. Nara: Look, Mista. JoJo-main: ,There are some drunks sleeping over there, too. Mista: Damn it! Was there some kind of party tonight or what? Drunk : Come on! You're gonna get in trouble. Drunk : Come here! Drunk : Let go of me! Drunk : I said I'm gonna do it, so I'm gonna do it, damn it! Drunk : You can't! This isn't a bathroom! Drunk : See? It's right here. Drunk : Hey. Drunk : How the hell am I supposed to reach like this? Drunk : How am I supposed to open my fly? Nara: Wh-What the hell is that?! Drunk : Don't touch me! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HBE&\c&HEEF&}Splash Nara: What'is going on?! Mista: That's a Stand attck! Bruno: What?! Mista: They were waiting for us! There's an enemy here! Cio: Listen well, Secco. Cio: The thing you have to worry about most is running out of battery. Cio: Finding out later that it didn't record pisses me off more than anything else. Cio: You sure it's recording? Cio: Excellent. Eulogy_Predicts_ - Copy,Sign: {\fad(,)\a&HFF&\pos(.,.)\clip(.,.,.,)}Eulogy Predicts the future a few dozen seconds ahead.You are able to see what happens in the futureas though you're watching footage on a TV. Youare also able to see beyond the time that's beenerased, and the future seen in the footage isnever wrong.\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h\h Eulogy_Predicts_,Sign: {\fad(,)\pos(.,.)}EulogyPredicts the future a few dozen seconds ahead.You are able to see what happens in the futureas though you're watching footage on a TV. Youare also able to see beyond the time that's beenerased, and the future seen in the footage isnever wrong. Nar: Cioccolata, years old. A former doctor. Nar: About two years ago, he let a patient die due to a simple mistake. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Once he was laid off from the hospital, Passione took him in. Nar: He could be considered a failed elite, Nar: but the boss found out his true nature after he became a Stand user. Nar: It wasn't malpractice. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He had klled patients on purpose. Nar: He diagnosed countless people who were perfectly healthy JoJo-internal/narrator: ,as being sick and operated on them. Nar: He'd reduce the anesthesia so the patients would wake up during surgery, as well. Nar: Ever since he was a young boy, he had always gotten top grades. Nar: When he was fourteen, he volunteered to take care of the elderly. Nar: However, in reality, he was administering JoJo-internal/narrator: ,unknown drugs to the elderly people he looked after. Nar: Also... cio: Your family hates you. cio: No one's going to come visit you. Nar: He would say things like that every day, Nar: driving people to su1c1de. Nar: On his bookshelf at home, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he had video tapes of the expressions the elderly made JoJo-internal/narrator: ,when he told them those things. Nar: After driving nine elders to su1c1de, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he decided he'd become a doctor. Nar: The thing that Cioccolata loved most was to observe people dying. Nar: The reason he became a doctor was so he could observe people's pain and death. Nar: While watching someone die, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he felt superior to the rest of humanity, Nar: and felt as though he truly understood the psychology of the human race. Nar: Cioccolata's one and only partner was Secco. Nar: The only thing known about him is that he's Cioccolata's former patient. Nar: For some reason, they got along, and Secco only follows Cioccolata's orders. Nar: Even among the various Stand users that exist within Passione, Nar: this duo stands out as a pair of monsters. Nar: That's who Cioccolata and Secco are. Dop: It appears that their destination is Rome, boss. Dop: I just received word that they arrived at a local fishing village. Boss: Listen well, Doppio. Boss: Have Cioccolata stop and eliminate Bucciarati and his crew. Boss: But... you must catch up to those two, no matter what. Boss: Those two... yes. JoJo-main: ,It's rare that I ever feel repulsed by others, Boss: but Cioccolata is the worst piece of shit on the face of the earth. Boss: He'll probably make a mess of Rome before he's done. Dop: So you think he'll go berserk? Boss: That's why you're going to catch up to them, Doppio. Boss: You must take control in the end. Boss: You must not let those two find out what Trish knows, JoJo-main: ,nor what Bucciarati and his crew are looking for in Rome. Boss: You're the only one I can trust. Boss: Do you understand? You're number one. Dop: I understand, boss. Dop: That is what I live for. Dop: Sorry, was that call too long? Dop: Thank you very much, little girl. Girl: Um, hewwo? Nara: What the hell is that, Mista?! When did that get on you? Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HFD&}Rum{\c&HA&}ble Mista: I have no idea! JoJo-main: ,Just hurry and find the user, Narancia! Mista: Find out where the enemy is! Nara: Li'l bmb! Nara: This isn't good! There are a ton of civilians already down! Nara: The enemy's range is basically the whole village! Mista: They actually involved innocent people in this? Nara: This is going to make looking for the user... Nara: Damn it! I can't tell them apart! Bruno: Explain the situation, Mista! Mista: My hand just suddenly bubbled up. JoJo-main: ,I have no idea when this shit got on me. Mista: It's almost like mold... It's making my skin rip open... Mista: It looks like it's coming out from underneath my skin! Mista: The same thing came out of the villagers, and their bodies have fallen apart! Nara: Th-This isn't good, Bucciarati! Nara: We can't go up on shore. Nara: There's no way we'll make it up the stairs to the parking lot. Nara: We're better off getting away from the shore on the boat for now. Bruno: Are there any signs of breathing on the shore? Nara: There's no one on the shore! Gio: Wait, Bucciarati! Gio: Until we know what attcked, it's too dangerous to move. Nara: I know that if we go up on shore, we're gonna be attcked by whatever this thing is! Nara: Giorno! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HEA&\c&H&}F{\c&H&}w{\c&HAA&}o{\c&HB&}osh!! Nara: It's on me?! Bruno: This is... Mista: Wh-Where the hell is it attacking from?! Nara: M-Mista! Mista: Grab on to me! Gio: Mista! Don't stretch out your hand! Gio: This Stand has something like a switch that gives it the chance to attck! Mista: Chance to attck? Mista: What does that mean? Mista: As soon as I lowered my hand, the attck began! Mista: Come to think of it, it first bubbled up on my hand JoJo-main: ,after I reached into my boot to get my gn. Mista: That drunk jumped down from the stairs and got attcked. Crunch,Sign: {\c&HB&\c&H&\c&HADAB&}Splash Mista: The other one had gone down the stairs... Mista: And Narancia had jumped down into the boat. Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HFA&\c&H&\t(,, \c&HFFFFFF&\c&HFFFFFF&\c&HFFFFFF&)}F{\c&HA&\t(,, \c&HFFFFFF&)}w{\c&HFA&\t(,, \c&HFFFFFF&)}o{\c&HBD&\t(,, \c&HFFFFFF&)}osh!! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HC&}Menacing Mista: So the attck begins when our bodies move down to a lower location? Mista: B-But... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HF&\c&H&}Menacing Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCE&\c&H&}Guuush Mista: At this rate, you guys will be... Cio: He's not going down. Cio: He's not boarding the boat to save the other one. Cio: I guess he's already figured out... Cio: exactly how... JoJo-main: ,my Green Tea works. Gio: Mold... Gio: I've read about this before... Gio: There's a particular type of mold that inhabits the inside of a bug. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,When that bug moves to a lower location, it propagates inside it and kills it. Gio: Entomopathogenic fungus and caterpillar fungus. Gio: This is very similar to that! Gio: If you move to a lower location from where you originally were, it reacts and attcks! Bruno: This is a Stand! Bruno: Why in the world would it work like that? Gio: To expand the Stand's range even further! Gio: Just as the mold spreads from within the dad bug, Gio: the corpses produce more corpses. Gio: If the people move a bit further before dying, the mold's range just keeps growing. Gio: That's exactly what they want. Gio: Because the Stand ability is the user's unconscious will. Gio: Climb up, Narancia! Gio: Get off the boat and back on shore! Nara: Mista! Mista: Hurry up! Move forward more! Nara: My foot! Bruno: Throw the turtle, Narancia! Throw it toward Mista! Crunch,Sfx:Plop Mista: Okay, Narancia. Mista: That's perfect. That spot's just fine! Crunch,Sfx:Bang Crunch,Sfx:ang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Mista: You and the turtle are in the absolute perfect spot! Crunch,Sfx:Bom bllts: Yee-haw! Bruno: Well done, Mista! Bruno: As long as we move upward, their att*ck won't begin. Cio: They made it back up. Cio: All of those bastards made it back onto the shore without a single one of them dying. Cio: Interesting. Cio: Good. Excellent.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x29 - Get to the Roman Colosseum! / Verso il Colosseo di Roma"}	foreverdreaming
Mista: That's perfect. That spot's just fine! Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Bang Crunch,Sfx: Booom bllts: Yee-haw! Bruno: Well done, Mista! Bruno: As long as we move upward, their attck won't begin. Cio: I see... Cio: I think I understand how they survived so long after betraying the boss. Cio: You got the footage, didn't you, Secco? Cio: The desperate looks on their faces as they were fighting for their lives? Cio: Good! Cio: Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good... Cio: Well done, Secco! Cio: The more curious someone is, the stronger they become mentlly. Cio: Humans are far more curious than any other creature, and that's why they evolved. Cio: I can't wait to see it... Cio: I can't wait to see guys like him die. Cio: Oh, right. Forgive me, I'd forgotten. Cio: You get a treat for taking such a good picture. Cio: How does two sound? Cio: Three, you say? You want three sweet ones? Cio: You little glutton. Cio: All right. You can have three. Cio: Here it comes, Secco. Here comes three! Cio: Oh, my bad. Cio: Good! Cio: Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good... Cio: You're such a good boy, Secco! Cio: Now, go! Cio: You go to Bucciarati and the others, Secco. Cio: You and your Stand, Sanctuary. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part Mista: What are we going to do, Bucciarati? Mista: We can't go back out to sea. Bruno: If that mold's range is extended by the corpses, as Giorno guessed, Bruno: then instead of tracking down the user, Bruno: we're better off finding a car and getting out of this village. Bruno: Our number one priority right now is to get to Rome. Bruno: Giorno, how's Narancia's treatment going? Gio: It's hard to treat him in this village. Gio: There's living mold in his wounds. Bruno: All right, Mista, climbing up is fine. Bruno: We're going to go up those stairs and get ourselves a car. Trish: That's a bit cruel, Bucciarati. Trish: He didn't even ask Narancia if he was okay or not. Trish: Not to mention, earlier, JoJo-main: ,when you were trying desperately to get up from the boat, Trish: what did he say? Trish: He coldly ordered you to throw the turtle. Nara: What are you so mad about? Nara: Of course he said that. I was the one who went down into the boat. Nara: It's good that we made it out alive, but because of me, we almost died. Nara: Besides, if Bucciarati hadn't told me to throw the turtle, JoJo-main: ,I might've dropped it into the ocean. Trish: I know that! Trish: What I'm saying is that he's cold to everyone! Nara: Say... I don't really understand how girls feel, but... Nara: Were you hoping he would ask you if you were okay? Nara: I already know how Bucciarati is, Nara: but you're dying to know more about him. Trish: Excuse me? I'm dying to what? Nara: Well, getting to Rome is what's most important right now. Nara: You can figure out your feelings later. Nara: I'm really not doing so great right now. Nara: Let me rest for a bit. Mista: The only way we can go is up right now, JoJo-main: ,but if we should ever have to go down any lower than where we are... Bruno: We'll be fine. JoJo-main: ,This village is built on the side of a mountain. Bruno: All the roads are uphill. Bruno: And outside the village, there are cars still running. Bruno: That means the mold's range hasn't expanded yet. Bruno: We just need to acquire a car and get out of this village quickly. Bruno: We need to hurry to Rome at all costs. Mista: Which car should we take? Bruno: One with a corpse next to it, because that corpse should have the key to that car. Bruno: It was just the mold breaking that corpse's hand apart. Bruno: I'll watch our rear. JoJo-main: ,You hurry up and get a car. Mista: Right. Bruno: Mista, I take that back. JoJo-main: ,Something... Something is wrong. Bruno: Hurry and go up! Mista: R-Right! Bruno: What are you doing, Mista?! I told you to go up! Mista: I already am, Bucciarati! Mista: But... Mista: We're sinking! JoJo-main: ,We're moving away from the wall! Bruno: What's going on? Mista: The whole staircase is being pulled into the ground! Mista: This must be a different Stand user than the one using the mold! bruno: There's another one after us! Mista: This isn't good! We need to hurry and climb up! Mista: If we go down any further, the mold will attck us! Mista: Jump onto the wall! Mista: My gn! Bruno: It's not sinking... Bruno: The staircase itself is sinking into the ground, like it's melting! Mista: What's that? Bruno: The enemy! Bruno: The enemy's down below, and he's coming for us! Bruno: Mista! Climb onto the wall! bruno: Zipper Man! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HC&\c&HDA&}Zu{\c&HB&}bo{\c&HBA&}om bruno: He's fast... This guy is fast. bruno: And this is strange... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The ground feels solid when I'mtouching it with Zipper Man's hands. Bruno: This is a solid stone staircase, but I'm sinking into it... Bruno: And this thing is moving around freely underneath the hard ground. Bruno: This isn't good! I can't tell where he is! Bruno: Where is he coming from? Mista: Can you hear me, Six bllts?! Mista: Come back to me! bllts: Yee-haw! Bruno: One coming at us from beneath the ground, JoJo-main: ,and a man-eating mold Stand... Bruno: They're both making the most of the other's Stand ability. Bruno: This duo is too compatible, more so than any other team we've encountered before. Mista: What are they, bound by the red thread of fate? Damn it! Mista: I found one, Bucciarati. JoJo-main: ,A corpse that's still holding the car key. Mista: You bastard! Mista: I just caught a glimpse of our enemy! Mista: He jumped from the stairs and dove into the wall! Bruno: Th-This is... Bruno: Run, Mista! Mista: It's fast! At this rate, we might make it to the car, JoJo-main: ,but we won't have time to start the engine! Mista: I'll hold them back! Keep going! Bruno: Don't stop, Mista! The ground is still hard! Bruno: The bllts are going to ricochet! Mista: If the sinking ground is still hard somehow, Mista: our best chance is the moment I get pulled under. Mista: This guy's the powerful, close-range type. Mista: His range is small. Mista: I should be able to see it as soon as it tries to pull me in. Mista: That's when I'll get him! Mista: There! It showed itself! Mista: Now! Mista: Take this! Bruno: Mista! Mista: I see... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I figured a powerful, close-range type might be able to deflect some bllts. Mista: But you see... Mista: If you're going to deflect bllts, my bllts can do that, too! Mista: The first three shts I fired should... Mista: What?! Mista: He's not going to finish me off? Mista: So he thinks he can kll me at any time, now that I'm hurt? Mista: Hurry and pick up the key, Bucciarati! Mista: Start the engine! Mista: What the hell are you doing?! Hurry up and get in the car! Bruno: If we can actually get out of this village by car, that's fine. Bruno: As long as we can all head for Rome. Mista: Where are you going, Bucciarati?! Mista: Wh-What?! Bruno: So you're going to track us from underground, no matter where we go? Bruno: What a terrifying ability. Bruno: But do you have any idea where I'm headed? Bruno: Apparently you didn't, huh? You had no idea where we were. Zip: Arri, arri, arri, arri, arri... Zip: Arrivederci! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&H&\c&HBBD&}Squish Sign: {\c&HB&\fad(,)}Cioccolata Sign: {\c&HF&\c&H&\fad(,)}Green Tea Zip: Arri, arri, arri, arri, arri... Zip: Arrivederci! Secco: My... Secco: My... Secco: My face! Cio: What? Secco: Cioccolata! Secco: Three days ago... You heard, right? Secco: The Stand that the boss sent into the airplane... Notorious Chase... Cio: Hey, Secco. Aren't you tracking them down right now? JoJo-main: ,Why are you calling me? Secco: Hey, Cioccolata... This is important. Very important! Secco: Chase... Is that thing... Secco: Is it alive? Or is it a dad Stand? Cio: What brought this on? Secco: It's a simple question! Secco: Answer me. If Chase was here, JoJo-main: ,would your Green Tea's mold grow on it? On the dad Stand? Cio: Notorious Chase... JoJo-main: ,Are you talking about the one where the user was klled, but his hatred JoJo-main: ,was so strong that the Stand somehow survived? Cio: Who knows? JoJo-main: ,I'm curious about him, but I have no idea if the mold would grow on him. Cio: But I do know for certain that my Green Tea will destroy any living creature. Secco: The mold doesn't grow on inanimate objects like rocks, right? Cio: Forget about that! Quit wasting time and film those guys dying already! Secco: That's just it, though, Cioccolata! Secco: Look up the hill. Look at the road. Cio: Hey, Secco... Cio: Why is there a car leaving the village? Cio: Is the one driving the car one of them? Cio: Why did you just let them go? Secco: Hey, Cioccolata... It's just unbelievable... Secco: He ht me in the face. Secco: That Bucciarati guy... He didn't have any mold growing on him. Secco: Even though he jumped down! Secco: I can't believe he attcked me there... Secco: It's totally unbelievable! Secco: His body won't grow mold! What the hell is going on?! Cio: I haven't the slightest. Mista: I totally thought... Mista: that you had plummeted. Mista: You scared me, Bucciarati. Mista: Did you hang on to the wall with zippers? Mista: I guess it might've been a close call. JoJo-main: ,It doesn't look like the mold got you at all. Gio: Mista, rest for a bit. JoJo-main: ,I closed your wounds, but if you move now, they'll start bleeding again. Gio: I'll look out for any cars that might be following us. Mista: Right... Gio: Bucciarati, your wrist... Did you hurt it? Gio: Please, let me see it. Gio: Are you listening, Bucciarati? Gio: If the mold got to you, you're in danger. Gio: Please, let me see it. Gio: That's... Gio: Th-That's impossible... Gio: Your skin is so cold... JoJo-main: ,A-And your pulse... Bruno: Giorno, did you just say something to me? Bruno: I couldn't hear you. Gio: What's... going on? Gio: Impossible... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It simply can't be! Gio: O-Oh, yeah... Something similar happened before. Gio: I thought it was just my imagination back then... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,When we were leaving Venice. Bruno: Apparently, I hurt myself. Bruno: Looks like there isn't much time left. Bruno: I'm losing more and more feeling in my skin... Bruno: Or... JoJo-main: ,Maybe I never had any to begin with. Gio: That's impossible! Don't tell me, back then... Gio: When you saved Trish from the boss in Venice... Gio: Bucciarati, don't tell me... back then... Bruno: It's strange. Bruno: I've accepted this as fate. Bruno: Just a tiny bit of fate, of chance, that Heaven had granted me. Bruno: When you healed my wounds in Venice, JoJo-main: ,it appears the life force you gave me JoJo-main: ,allowed me to move for just a bit longer. Gio: Why... Why didn't you say anything? Gio: My Golden Wind completely healed your wounds back then! Gio: I'm sure it can fix whatever you're going through now, too! Bruno: Giorno, I'm sure your Golden Wind JoJo-main: ,knows more about that than anyone else. Bruno: That nothing can be done for those whose lives have already ended. Bruno: By that time, JoJo-main: ,my life... Bruno: had already ended. Bruno: You won't tell the others about this, right? Gio: That's impossible... But that's impossible, Bucciarati! Gio: Y-You're— Bruno: Quiet, Giorno! JoJo-main: ,Listen. What's that sound? Am I just hearing things? Gio: There's no car following us. bruno: I hear it. It's getting closer. Bruno: It's getting really close! Gio: What?! Bruno: Above us! It's a helicopter! Bruno: He dropped some mold on us! Mista: Wh-What the hell just happened?! Giio: Bucciarati, we're descending! This road goes downhill! Gio: The mold is going to get us! Bruno: Giorno, Mista! We're jumping out! Bruno: Grab on to me! Bruno: Climb up! Climb up, even if only a little bit! Gio: Subconscious... Gio: In a way, Stand abilities are the users' subconscious abilities... Gio: If there's any guilt in their heart, JoJo-main: ,they might subconsciously ht the brakes... Gio: But whoever this is enjoys cruelty. JoJo-main: ,Actually, he lives for it. Gio: That's how his ability became this. Gio: This guy doesn't have any brakes at all! Gio: He has no limits on how evil he can be! Guy: Hey, what's wrong?! I-I'll go get a doctor right away! Mista: Hey, don't! Don't go down that way! Guy: I'll bring a doctor here right away! Guy: Hey, what's going on? Gio: The mold... JoJo-main: ,It's spreading instantaneously! Bruno: That's impossible. There are three million people living in Rome. Bruno: This is nothing like that fishing village! Bruno: And there are members of the organization in Rome. Bruno: This would be a ht to the boss, too. Gio: This guy doesn't care. Gio: He's enjoying this! Gio: At this rate, everyone in Rome will die! Gio: No, this guy's not going to stop, even if it spreads further than that! Bruno: There's something else! Bruno: At this rate, the mold's klling range will spread to the Colosseum Bruno: faster than we can get there. Bruno: Mista! Is that helicopter within your gn's range? Bruno: It doesn't matter! We have to ht it, no matter what! Bruno: Make sure you take it down! Mista: Got it! I won't let you get away! Mista: Go, Six bllts! bllts: Yee-haw! Mista: The guy in the helicopter wanted me to sh*t at it... Mista: So that the guy who can move around underground could safely get to us! Cio: All right, Secco was able to splash down safely... or should I say land? Cio: Now they're cornered. Cio: And whoever Bucciarati and his men were meeting in Rome Cio: will be dealt with by Green Tea. Mista: Th-That bastard's coming from the top of the hill! Mista: And we can't go back down! Bruno: Mista, concentrate on the helicopter! JoJo-main: ,We can't let it escape! Bruno: I'll deal with this guy. Mista: I-It's no use, Bucciarati! It's already too far away! Mista: I won't be able to ht the fuel tnk or the propellers from here! Gio: No, Mista. JoJo-main: ,You never know until you try! Mista: It's no use! They won't reach! Mista: I know the bllts' range better than anyone. Mista: The helicopter got away! JoJo-main: ,The guy underground is coming for us! Gio: The bllts ht their target, Mista. Gio: Now, the two of us are going to go take care of the man in the helicopter. Gio: Let's go after the helicopter! Mista: Go after it? The helicopter? Cio: What?! What is this? Gio: We have to take care of him before the mold's k*lling spree reaches the Colosseum! Gio: Bucciarati, Gio: we can leave the guy beneath the ground to you, right? Bruno: Go, Giorno! Bruno: Run, Mista!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x30 - Green Day and Oasis, Part 1 / Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: By that time, Bruno: my life... Bruno: had already ended. Gio: What?! Bruno: Above us! It's a helicopter! Cio: Now they're cornered. Cio: And whoever Bucciarati and his men were meeting in Rome Cio: will be dealt with by Green Tea. Gio: We have to take care of him before the mold's klling spree reaches the Colosseum! Gio: Bucciarati, Gio: we can leave the guy beneath the ground to you, right? Bruno: Go, Giorno! Bruno: Run, Mista! Mista: All right! Let's go, Giorno! Secco: Either way... Secco: I'm taking care of you first... Secco: Buccia... rati... JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part Secco: Bucciarati... Secco: How dare you ambush me back at that village... Secco: I'm never falling for that again. Secco: How dare you do something so cleaver?! Secco: No, wait... Secco: Something so lever... no wait. Secco: Something so beaver... wait, or was it sever? Griever? Bruno: You mean "clever"? Secco: I knew that, damn it! What are you, a language teacher?! Secco: Y-Y-You jerk! Secco: Oh, yeah. I need to record a video. Secco: It shouldn't take me too long to take care of you. Secco: Let's see... Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: H-He's... His power and speed... Secco: I-If we're doing this one-on-one... JoJo-main: ,I don't even need to dive into the ground. Bruno: Th-This ability... Bruno: It surpasses my Zipper Man... Bruno: both in speed and in power! Bruno: It's recoil. He's hitting the ground with his elbows. Bruno: He's using the ground to give him elasticity JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and increasing his power with that recoil. Bruno: That's why he's fast! Bruno: Just like a boxer using the ring ropes to increase the power of his punches! Secco: Sanctuary! Secco: Take this! I'm out of time! Secco: As I thought... There's no mold growing on you, Secco: even though you fell. Secco: Cioccolata's Green Tea will kll any living creature. Secco: What the hell's going on with your body? Secco: I mean, I guess I'll just have to pulverize JoJo-main: ,every last inch of your body until you can't move anymore... Secco: w-w-with my Sanctuary! Cio: Giorno Giovanna! Cio: I heard that he's a newbie. Cio: He has the ability to give objects life. Cio: The bllts that missed... Cio: The plant that has a hold on this helicopter must be his plant! Cio: They're coming. JoJo-main: ,How dare they underestimate me? Cio: Your life force energy is no match for my Green Tea! Cio: I'll rot all of these vines! Cio: We're making this helicopter take off, Green Tea! Cio: Spread your mold! We're breaking free of these vines! Cio: Wh-What?! Cio: I can't take off! JoJo-main: ,It's not moving at all! Cio: Th-That's not good! Gio: Okay, looks like it's grown to its full size. Gio: It's turned into a tree! Now that helicopter is secured. Gio: Mista! We're gonna climb up the tree to get to the helicopter! Mista: There's no need, Giorno. JoJo-main: ,It's well within range of my bllts. Mista: Yee-haw! Mista: Go, bllts! Mista: Your target is his head! bllts: What?! Five: Mista! The others are saying they can't find him anywhere in the helicopter! One: Where is he?! What the hell?! One: There's no way he can hide! One: He can't get out, either! One: Everyone, look for him! Find hi— One: Number Two! Number Three! Five: N-Not good! Mista, hurry and call everyone back! Hurry— Gio: Mista! One: Number Two! Number Three! What happened to you guys?! One: Th-That's impossible! One: Why isn't he here? One: Each Stand should only have one ability! One: His ability is to attck you with mold if you drop down to JoJo-main: ,a lower position than where you currently stand. One: That should be the only one! Six: Run, Number One... One: Number Six! Seven! Six: We can't... defeat him... Six: Hurry up and get out of this helicopter! Six: He's— Both: ...too dangerous! Gio: Mista! Hurry up and call the bllts back! Gio: Undo your Stand ability! Mista: I can't... I can't call them back... Mista: He got the bllts... Mista: I-I underestimated him... Five: Mista! Five: Mista! Send me over there! Five: I'll go bring everyone back! Gio: No, it's no use, Number Five. Gio: He's captured the bllts that he's destroyed, Gio: because he knows Mista won't be able to heal unless he gets his Stand back. Gio: I can't heal him. Five: N-No... Gio: And he's probably waiting for you to come. Gio: If he manages to destroy you, the final bllet, Mista will die. Gio: He's someone we should've faced head-on! Gio: Mista! I'm leaving Trish and Narancia here. Msita: Right... Mista: Watch over them! Five: Mista! Mista... Mista: Follow him... Number Five. Mista: Back Giorno up... Mista: Take this bllet. Five: Okay... Gio: I feel a life force... Gio: Why couldn't the bllts find him? Gio: I don't know his exact location, but he didn't leave the helicopter. Gio: In that case... Gio: Golden Wind! Gio: There's no effect? Gio: What is he doing? Gio: How is he hiding in there? Gio: Medical supplies? Gio: He's a doctor? Gio: The aftermath of the mold... JoJo-main: ,It's spreading to the Colosseum! Gio: There's no more time! I have to defeat him immediately or all will be lost! One: Th-The enemy's true identity is... Gio: Come over here, Number One! Five: Don't go any closer, Giorno! It's a trap! JoJo-main: ,Useless! Gio: What?! Gio: Wh-What the hell is that thing? Five: Giorno, be caref— Five: Giorno! Cio: Curiosity... Cio: is the most important factor for mental growth. Cio: I've never been so grateful Cio: as I am right now for all the experimentation that was conducted on me as a child. Cio: I made very close observations on what parts of the human body JoJo-main: ,I could sever and still keep that body alive... Cio: Of course, I'm quite aware of which veins Cio: need to be closed off to prevent bleeding out, too. Cio: And if I cover the parts that I sever with Green Tea's mold, Cio: I can continue moving around, Cio: despite being in pieces, and hide wherever I need to. Five: You can't fall, Giorno! Five: If you fall any further, the mold's going to attck you! Five: G-Giorno! Sign: Secco Sign: Sanctuary Five: Hurry and climb up! Cio: There are times when you truly feel blessed, aren't there, Giorno Giovanna? Cio: I believe there are two situations in which you feel blessed. Cio: The first is when despair changes to hope... You feel blessed. Cio: When your plant grabbed on to this helicopter, JoJo-main: ,I actually panicked because I thought I was in danger. Cio: I was in utter despair. Cio: But I got through it. Cio: I was able to turn that despair around with my experience and mental strength. Cio: And that makes me feel truly blessed right now. Gio: Golden Wi— Cio: Don't you dare climb up here! Five: Giorno! Cio: Did you forget that both of my legs were still hiding?! Cio: And the second situation that makes one feel blessed... Cio: is when you look down upon someone who's in utter despair! Cio: I've won! Cio: By the time you ht the ground, Cio: the mold will tear your body to shreds! Five: Giorno, take this! Five: Jump in there, Giorno! Five: Hurry and return to the helicopter! Gio: Grazie, Number Five! Five: Pound him! Cio: How pitiful. Cio: Nothing's changed, Giorno Giovanna. Cio: I, Cioccolata, am still going to win! Cio: The branch you just grew is also living. Cio: Meaning if it drops even a few centimeters, Cio: mold will attck that branch! Five: Jump onto the helicopter, Giorno! Five: Hurry! Five: Giorno! Cio: I did it! Now, show me that expression! Cio: Show me despair! Cio: Show me, as clear as can be, JoJo-main: ,the moment you lose all hope and die! Cio: Show me your despair as you fall to your death! gio: Bene. JoJo-main: ,The angle I calculated toward the helicopter's propellers was perfect. Gio: Because it was alive, the branch was destroyed by the mold. Gio: However, Gio: the part of the branch that fell from its root no longer holds life. Gio: It's just a piece of wood. Gio: Because you destroyed it, the branch returned to being a bllet. Gio: By the way, all that bullshit about being blessed that you were yapping about... Gio: I can't say I feel blessed at all, even though I'm looking at you. Gio: Because I've been winning against you from the start. Five: You did it! I can't believe it, Giorno! Five: That was close! JoJo-main: ,You defeated him before the mold got to the Colosseum! Five: Please take care of Mista's wounds, too, Giorno! Five: That was close! Now the rest of the bllts will be back, too. Gio: Could you move just a little to the right, Number Five? Five: Huh? Gio: I might just be worrying too much, but... What was his name? Cioccolata? Gio: He might actually be... Gio: You're just pretending to be dad, aren't you?! Gio: And you're thinking. Five: Giorno? Gio: If you can move your body just a few centimeters before I climb up there, Gio: you can slip beneath the trench and escape. Gio: You'll be able to activate the mold again, Gio: and you'll win. That's what you're thinking. Gio: To be honest, I have a hole in my right lung right now. Gio: My subclavian vein has been severed, and four of my ribs, JoJo-main: ,my right humerus, and my right hand bones have been shattered. Gio: I'm honestly not sure how fast I can get up there. Gio: But my Stand is Golden Wind. Gio: It's a power type with a range of two meters. Gio: If I just take a moment, I'll be able to end you. Five: H-He's dad! You sht him through the head! Gio: Good point. Gio: If you continue to stay still, I'll incapacitate you, Gio: but I promise you I won't do anything else. Gio: I'm giving you a choice. Gio: So, what are you going to do? JoJo-main: ,I'm going to start climbing now. Cio: Stay away from me! Look behind you, you moron! Cio: I've taken Mista and the turtle hostage! Cio: You dumbass! While you were busy talking, Cio: you apparently didn't notice that I snuck my right arm JoJo-main: ,up from under the tree's shadow! Cio: I'm going to chop off Mista's neck now! Cio: If you come after me, you won't be able to treat Mista! Five: Mista! Cio: I'm the winner, after all! Cio: Take this! Gio: It's true. JoJo-main: ,I kept talking because I wanted to buy some time. Gio: The time I needed to make the bllet that went through JoJo-main: ,your head earlier evolve and return to your wound. Gio: The piece that remained in your head lured the bllet and returned to being a stag beetle. Gio: When I aimed for the propellers, Gio: I imbued it with Golden Wind's life force... Gio: so that I could finish you for good, JoJo-main: ,whether you were dad or alive. Cio: B-But you said... th-that if I stayed still.... y-you wouldn't do anything... Gio: Oh, please. JoJo-main: ,Did you really think you'd be that lucky? Gio: A piece of shit like you? Cio: Y... You're so mean! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! Sign: Burnable Trash PickupMon, Wed, Fri Five: Giorno! Five: Mista's waking up! Five: Mista! Mista! Gio: What's that doing there? JoJo-main: ,Is that Cioccolata's... Don't tell me... Gio: Was he actually on the phone during the battle? Gio: But with who? What was he telling them? Secco: Why, though? Cioccolata... Secco: Why aren't you answering your phone? Secco: But I'm calling you... Secco: Um, it's flashing... Secco: What's this mean again? Um... Secco: O-Oh, right! JoJo-main: ,It does this when I have voicemails, I think! Secco: How many do I have? Two! When did he call? Secco: Was it when I was chasing Bucciarati? Cio: It's me, Secco. Secco: I-It's Cioccolata! Cio: I finished off the gn Mista. Secco: Yes! Cio: Now it looks like the newbie, Giorno Giovanna, is trying to climb up to the helicopter. Cio: But it doesn't matter. I win. Cio: You concentrate on Bucciarati. Cio: I'll scratch your back when you get back. Cio: I'm sure you want some sugar cubes, too, don't you? Cio: I'll throw you some. Cio: You deserve a treat. Cio: How many would you like? Secco: Um... Um... Cio: Two? Secco: No! I want more! More! Mooooooore! Cio: I'm only kidding. I'll throw you five. Cio: I'll throw five at once. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Think you can catch them all with your mouth? No using your hands. Cio: Listen well, Secco. Cio: We are invincible. Cio: The strong have the right to rule over the weak. Cio: No, I should say that the strong have a duty to rule over others. Cio: Even if that includes the boss. Cio: I plan to surpass the boss during this battle, as well. Cio: You're going to do this, too, Secco. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,You are strong. Cio: Giorno's here. I need to hang up. Cio: But that's why... Cio: I love you. Cio: Let's go. Bruno: This should be far enough. I should've lost that underground guy...	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x31 - Green Day and Oasis, Part 2 / Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Secco: Sanctuary! Secco: Take this! I'm out of time! Secco: As I thought... There's no mold growing on you, Secco: even though you fell. Secco: Cioccolata's Green Tea will kll any living creature. Secco: What the hell's going on with your body? Secco: I mean, I guess I'll just have to pulverize Secco: every last inch of your body until you can't move anymore... Secco: w-w-with my Sanctuary! Bruno: I don't think Ill be able to defeat him quickly. Bruno: In that case... I'll lead him away Bruno: from here. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part Bruno: This should be far enough to lose that underground guy... Guy: There are accidents everywhere! Guy: What's going on? Guy: Look! Someone's unconscious over there, too! Guy: Hurry up and save them! Guy: An ambulance! Guy: Over here! Guy: Under the stairs! Secco: Wh-What's... Secco: Wh-What happened to the mold?! Secco: C-Cioccolata?! Bruno: The mold disappeared. Bruno: Giorno, Mista... Bruno: They must've taken care of the guy in the helicopter. Cio: Secco, it's me. Did you take care of Bucciarati? Cio: Something rather unexpected has happened on my end. Cio: I'm about to take care of Giorno and Mista, Cio: but I've taken a bit of a blow to the head. Cio: So there's something I want to tell you now, just in case. Cio: Listen carefully, Secco. Cio: Their destination is the Colosseum. Cio: I found that out from the bllts' conversation. Cio: Apparently, someone's waiting for them there, Cio: and this mysterious figure knows how to defeat the boss. Cio: That's why Giorno and the others are trying to get to them, Cio: and why the boss is trying to stop that from happening. Cio: Listen carefully. Figure out this mystery before anyone else. Cio: You're the only one I can count on. Bruno: What's with him? Bruno: Wait, that phone call... Was it... Secco: Cioccolata, you piece of shit! Secco: Did you actually think I'd feel sad over you? Secco: You loser! Secco: You're super smart, Secco: you'd throw me sugar cubes and play with me, Secco: and you have a lot of money. Secco: On top of that, you're super strong... Or so I thought. Secco: That's why I thought I'd be safe if I listened to you. Secco: But apparently, you're weak after all! Secco: I mean, you lost! Secco: I don't like you anymore, you scum! Secco: I hate your guts! Bruno: He knows! Bruno: He knows that we're trying to get to the Colosseum! Bruno: He intends to figure out the secret! Bruno: I won't let you go! Secco: Half...? Bruno: Take this! Zipper Man! Bruno: What?! Secco: By the way, doesn't "Colosseum" Secco: sound kinda like "kll them" (koroseyo) in Japanese? Secco: Don't you think so, Mr. Language Teacher? Secco: I thought I'd ask before I klled you. Bruno: Up until now, Bruno: I thought we'd be out of danger as long as we stopped the man in the helicopter. Bruno: But things are still getting worse... Bruno: The actual thrat is this guy who can move freely underground! Bruno: If I let him get to the Colosseum before we get there... Bruno: He's going to go on a rampage! Secco: You're... a bit annoying... Bucciarati. Secco: You already know... don't you? Secco: At close range, I'm faster and stronger than you! Secco: You're a nuisance! I'll take care of you here and now! Secco: You sure know how to think fast. Secco: You got away again... Secco: Just barely, though. Secco: But your body really is weird. Secco: What the hell is the deal with you?! Secco: You have glass shards stuck in you, but you aren't bleeding much at all. Secco: Did you... see that just now, too? Secco: Hey... What do you think that is? Secco: It came from the second level of arches, right? Secco: There was something shining. Secco: It happened earlier, too. Secco: Hey, something just hid in the shadows. Secco: Was that... Secco: I saw it... I saw a glimpse of it! Secco: The light was reflecting! Someone was looking over here with binoculars! Secco: The guy you're going to go see is definitely there! Secco: He was in a wheelchair, wasn't he? Secco: I think I saw some prosthetics, too! Secco: Is he disabled? Secco: I'm going to find out this secret! Secco: No matter what the deal with your body is! Secco: I'm going to end you, Bucciarati! Secco: Are you mocking me? You went into the ground with your zipper? Secco: Are you copying me?! Secco: Do you think you stand a chance against me Secco: by going underground?! Secco: Take this! Sanctua— Secco: He's not hiding. He's moving. Secco: These vibrations... Secco: He's moving in some direction... Secco: Y-Y-You copycat! Secco: Who the hell do you think I am?! Secco: You and your piss-stained zipper guy! Secco: H-How dare you steal my technique?! Secco: But the only thing that copying me is going to do Secco: is ensure that you basically just doomed yourself! Secco: I won't let you get to the Colosseum! bruno: The surfaces are getting softer... Bruno: So he is pursuing me! Bruno: But this sound... Bruno: This sound that's heading right toward me with no hesitation... Bruno: They say that sound reverberates better in liquids than in solids. Bruno: It's just like being under water. Bruno: Does that mean he can hear when I'm moving, too? Secco: You got way further than I thought, Secco: but you can't run from me anymore! Secco: I can tell... I can even tell how far you are from me! Secco: He's meters ahead and to my left. Secco: He moved to the right. Just more meters. Secco: Just seven more meters... Secco: Five meters... Secco: I'm not going to strangle you. I'll bury you alive. Secco: You can die in this grave youdug for yourself, Bucciarati! Secco: You think you can escape my punches Secco: when you're surrounded by walls of dirt? Secco: Just two more meters! Secco: A water pipe? Secco: You cut it to try and trick me? Secco: Seriously? Secco: The fact that you're trying these stupid little tricks Secco: proves that you're feeling cornered! Secco: You basically just admitted that you'd lose, Secco: even with your abilities, when you have to face off with my Sanctuary! Secco: I don't know where you are, but I do know that you're within meters of me. Secco: You're staying as still as possible so I won't be able to find you. Secco: Or what? Secco: Are you trying to come up with some kind of strategy? Secco: I mean, you are pretty quick-witted. Secco: But... Secco: I'll make you lose your upper hand... Secco: You and your quick wit... Bruno: That's a different sound than before. Bruno: What is this sound? Bruno: I'm hearing it from all directions. Secco: The stone pavement inside the ground... Secco: turns to mud because my Sanctuary touches it. Secco: But the moment it moves away from my body, Secco: it hardens again. Secco: Say, Bucciarati... Secco: There might actually be a chance. Secco: If you stay perfectly still, you just might make it... Secco: I mean, there's that miraculous story Secco: about the death row inmate who survived three hangings Secco: because of the rope breaking or the gallows malfunctioning! Bruno: It's no use... I can't stay underground any longer! Bruno: But it's not like I can run along the surface, either! Pol: I was prepared for this, but if he doesn't make it here, Pol: I'm going to have to destroy the arrow. Pol: Our only hope... is for them to encounter this arrow. Pol: The only ones who can surpass Emperor Crimson, who has the ability to control time, Pol: are those who know the true power behind the arrow. Pol: And the one capable of that is not me. Pol: It's them. Pol: Twelve years ago, I acquired this arrow after fleeing Egypt. Pol: And the fear that this arrow brings Pol: will never end until they come. J_P__Polnareff__,Sign: J.P. Polnareff( years old, French) Sign: {\fad(,)\an\fnArial\b\fs\shad\pos(,)}The Colosseum in Rome{\fs\bord}"Rome will exist as long as the Colosseum does;when the Colosseum falls, so will Rome;when Rome falls, so will the world. (A quote from acertain medieval monk who saw the Colosseum) Pol: This brief history... is rather ironic. Pol: They joined a gng because society had cast them out, Pol: yet they're the ones trying to stop this world from falling into the hands of evil. Pol: But in the end... Pol: Will Bucciarati actually be able to make it here? Pol: There's no point if he doesn't come out the victor. Pol: If he fails, I'll have to destroy this arrow and its secret. Pol: All I can do is wait for them to arrive. Pol: Everything begins after that. Pol: I've been waiting all this time... Pol: just protecting this arrow's true power. Bruno: I-It's no use! I've reached my limit! Secco: He moved! He couldn't take it anymore and moved! Secco: Twelve meters to the right. Bucciarati... Secco: He's planning to hide beneath the Colosseum Secco: so he can evade the barrage of stone spears! Secco: That's not gonna happen! Bruno: H-He's coming! Bruno: I can hear very clearly that he's catching up to me. Secco: I can feel the reverberations! He's ten meters straight ahead! Secco: Eight meters... Bruno: He's moving faster than me! Bruno: Zipper Man! Secco: You know... Secco: I knew he had something up his sleeve... Secco: Bucciarati, is this the best you could do in your desperation? Secco: Though you are the only one who was able Secco: to hide from my Sanctuary for even a second. Secco: But now you're finished! I'm closer than before. I'll find you soon. Secco: The longer you hide, Secco: the closer you come to your defeat! Bruno: Wh-What... Bruno: M-My skin... Bruno: Don't tell me... Secco: Even the stone pavement is turning into mud! Secco: It stands to reason that your body Secco: will start turning into mud the closer I get to you underground. Secco: I heard you! You're right there! Secco: Now I've got you for sure. I can tell. Secco: I'm . meters away from you. Secco: So you've already made it to the Colosseum... Secco: You were so close. Secco: Take this! The secret will be mine! Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: To be honest, I don't really know why, either... Bruno: But even after breaking some bones, I barely feel any pain. Bruno: My heart has stopped, so I don't bleed very much, either. Bruno: The damage to my body is minimized. Bruno: That's why I was waiting for this... Bruno: I'm sure my eardrums can handle the damage they're about to endure, too. Bruno: I was waiting... Bruno: for you to drag anything and everything into the ground. Bruno: Street lamps, street signs, parked cars... Bruno: And the tires on those cars. Bruno: Whoops. I guess you can't hear me anymore. Secco: You bastard... N-Now you've done it... Secco: But... This isn't a big deal. Secco: I can still hear! Secco: I could hear that tire popping! I know where you are! Secco: You're right there, Bucciarati! Secco: M-My leg! Wh-Where am... Secco: Wh-Why? Wh-Where is he?! Secco: What did he do to me?! Secco: How did I mistake a car for him?! Bruno: Your eardrums have been destroyed. Bruno: Your Stand that allows you to travel through the ground...Sanctuary, was it? Bruno: Now that your ability's lost its radar, your ears, Bruno: it's completely useless. Secco: I figured it out, you bastard! Secco: You're planning to destroy my eardrums, aren't you?! Secco: You think I can't travel through the ground if my ears are destroyed, don't you?! Secco: What a stupid idea! Secco: Stay back! Secco: Stay the hell away from me! Bruno: I won't take your life. Bruno: But now that you know about the man waiting for us at the Colosseum, Bruno: I can't let you go, either. Bruno: I need you to stay put for a while. Secco: You bastard! Secco: You're trying to put me out of commission, aren't you?! Secco: Stay the hell away from me! Bruno: Just stop talking now. This conversation isn't even coherent. Secco: S-Stay away! Secco: Score! Secco: Th-The moment you attck me, I'm gonna turn this kid into mud! Secco: Then I'll throw him at you and run! Secco: You don't wanna kll a kid, do you, dumbass?! Secco: Change of plans! For a while, I was thinking about defeating the boss, Secco: but I'll settle for just reporting this Secco: to the organization and getting a reward from the boss! Secco: It's easier for me to just work for the organization. Secco: Hey, brat! Get me a taxi. Secco: Raise your hand and flag down a taxi for me! Secco: You're going to get one for me! Secco: Hey! Are you listening to me?! Secco: You stupid brat! Secco: Hurry up... and get me... a taxi! Secco: Bucciarati! Why the hell are you moving toward me?! Secco: Can't you hear me?! Secco: Your maximum range is two meters. Secco: I'm very aware of that! Secco: You're probably thinking I can't get away because I hurt my leg! Secco: Don't underestimate me! I'll kll this brat! Secco: You couldn't reach me! I'm out of your range! Secco: You stupid piece of shit! Secco: You just grazed my ha— Wh-What the hell?! Secco: A zipper! Shit, my throat! Dopp: I didn't need to even bother predicting it, Dopp: but in the prediction I saw, Dopp: there was no way that Bucciarati would sacrifice a kid like me. Secco: Shit! I need to undo this somehow! Sign: {\pos(,)\fs\c&HFFFFFF&}Burnable Trash PickupMon, Wed, Fri Secco: Ah, Cioccolata! Secco: Cioccolata! Dopp: I came here after tracing the signal from Secco's cellphone. Dopp: But what's happening seems to be different from the boss's orders. Dopp: To think that Secco had already lost... Dopp: Since they're a pair, that probably means Cioccolata is also... Dopp: It also appears that Bucciarati is here alone. Dopp: Where are Giorno Giovanna and Narancia? Bruno: Wh-What? My body suddenly... All my strength is... Bruno: It can't be... My eyes are blurring, too... Bruno: Am I finally out of time? Bruno: I knew this moment would come... Bruno: But now?	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x32 - Green Day and Oasis, Part 3 / Green Tea and Sanctuary, Part 3"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: Wh-What? My body suddenly... All my strength is... Bruno: It can't be... My eyes are blurring, too... Bruno: Am I finally out of time? Bruno: I knew this moment would come... Bruno: But now? Bruno: I must go. Dopp: Go? Wait... I know Bucciarati and his crew have a goal. Dopp: Where is he trying to go? Dopp: I'm sure the boss wants to find that out. Dopp: Pardon me. Dopp: Can I lend you a hand? Dopp: It's totally up to you, though. Bruno: What? You're still here? Bruno: I'm fine. JoJo-main: ,Go run along somewhere. Dopp: But... and excuse me if I'm being presumptuous, JoJo-main: ,but I think it might be hard for you to cross that road alone. Dopp: I really don't mind lending you my shoulder. Dopp: I mean, if you don't mind... Bruno: Well... JoJo-main: ,That might not be such a bad idea. Dopp: How far would you like to go? Bruno: Um... Just to the entrance of the Colosseum. Dopp: The entrance of the Colosseum... JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio His Name Is Diavolo Bruno: There's no time. Just to the other side of the road... Please... Dopp: Look out! Driver: You stupid-ass drunk! Dopp: Are you okay?! Where were you look— Dopp: What? Why is Bucciarati so cold? Bruno: Sorry about that... JoJo-main: ,This is a guardrail? Bruno: Did I run into it? Dopp: Could it be that... Bucciarati can't see anything? Dopp: He also ignored that car hornwhen he tried to cross the road. Dopp: Does that mean he can't hear, either? Bruno: That wound on your throat... Bruno: Were you hurt during that scuffle earlier? Bruno: Actually, it looks like that wound is from this morning or last night. Bruno: It's not bleeding anymore. JoJo-main: ,That's a strange place to be wounded. Dopp: He can somehow see it clearly. But it's under my collar... Dopp: He's looking right at it! Dopp: At the wound that Risotto gave me! Bruno: Oh, you picked that up for me. JoJo-main: ,Thanks. I appreciate it. Dopp: Well... Ready to go? Bruno: Okay... Let's go. Dopp: He can hear me, too. Dopp: But something seems off, for just being hurt in a fight. Dopp: What's going on? Dopp: That's Guido Mista! Dopp: Damn! I took too much time. Dopp: Of course he'd show up. Bruno: Is something wrong? JoJo-main: ,We haven't finished crossing yet. Dopp: No, um... Dopp: Sorry, the cut on my neck started bleeding a little... Dopp: He's heading this way! Bruno: I apologize for being selfish, but I'm in a hurry. Bruno: I need to hurry up and cross. Dopp: No! Dopp: Don't stand up! Dopp: I mean... There's another car coming. Dopp: Let's cross once it passes. Bruno: No, that's on the other side of the road. JoJo-main: ,We can cross. Bruno: Come on. JoJo-main: ,Let me cross. Dopp: N-No... Mista's coming! Dopp: I'm just going to have to eliminate him right here... Dopp: Right now! Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dopp: I wonder what that sound was. Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring-a-ling-ring-a-ling-ding... Bruno: What the hell are you doing? JoJo-main: ,What did you just say? Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring-a-ling-ring-a-ling-ding... Dopp: Why am I getting a call right now?! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He's going to figure out who I am! Bruno: You're... Dopp: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Dopp: You friggin' dumbass! JoJo-main: ,Why the hell are you calling me right now?! JoJo-main: ,Do you want him to find out?! Gio: Trish! JoJo-main: ,Don't come outside yet! Gio: The danger's not fully gone. Get back in the turtle! Trish: You don't understand. He's here! Trish: I started getting that feeling again. Trish: The same thing I felt in Sardinia... Bruno: Who... are you? Bruno: The person in front of me... Bruno: You're... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HD&\c&HCCE&}Rumble Bruno: Trish! Trish: I can feel him! He's nearby. Trish: The boss is nearby! Mista: He's nearby? Gio: You don't know exactly where, though? Trish: He just suddenly appeared... JoJo-main: ,But I don't know where. Bruno: Thank goodness. You're safe. Boss: Well done. You did excellent work. Boss: This is why you're my most trusted and number one subordinate. Boss: Don't worry. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Bucciarati is looking at you right now, but he doesn't actually see you. Dopp: What do you mean? Boss: I don't know how this happened, but Bucciarati is already a corpse. Boss: His heartbeat has stopped, and he's not breathing properly. Boss: He can't see, and his eardrums ruptured in his battle with Secco. Boss: All he can see right now, Doppio, is the shape of your soul. Boss: All he can hear is the energy of your soul. Boss: He can't see objects like guardrails, Boss: and all he can see in cars are the souls of the drivers. Bruno: What's wrong, Trish? JoJo-main: ,Did something happen? Boss: My daughter's soul and mine have a similar scent. Boss: That's what I gave you just now. Boss: All Bucciarati sees is the form of my daughter! Boss: Get Bucciarati to lead you to whatever he was seeking. Boss: Have him take you there! Bruno: Trish... Dopp: Sorry... I'm tired, so I spaced out a bit. Dopp: But thank goodness you're safe, Bucciarati. Bruno: Yeah... More importantly, was there a young man nearby? Dopp: Oh, I saw him rush off somewhere in a hurry. Dopp: More importantly, Bucciarati, let's hurry to our destination. Bruno: You're right. I hate to bother you, but could you lend me a hand? Bruno: I can't seem to gather enough strength... Dopp: Yes, JoJo-main: ,of course. Sign: {\fad(,)\c&HFDFEEB&\c&HAF&}Diavolo Sign: {\fad(,)\c&HFDFEEB&\c&HAF&}Emperor Crimson Bruno: It's rather small, but Trish, I have a house in the suburbs of Naples. Bruno: Once all this is over... if you don't have anywhere to go... Bruno: You can live there. Bruno: There's a school nearby, as well as a great restaurant. Bruno: It's close to the beach, too. Bruno: You've had nothing but horrible things happen to you, JoJo-main: ,but you still have a chance to enjoy a new life. Dopp: Thanks. But more importantly right now, where should I head next? Bruno: Go up those stairs... Dopp: Upstairs? Boss: Don't turn your head, Doppio! Boss: Keep going as though you haven't noticed anything! Boss: There's someone here. Boss: Upstairs, behind one of the stone pillars. Boss: Someone is watching you! Boss: It appears that his goal was to meet with someone. Boss: But who could it possibly be? I haven't the slightest idea... Dopp: Boss, how do you know they're here? Dopp: And if I don't turn around and look, I won't be able to tell who they are. Boss: Look at Bucciarati's eyes. That should be enough. Boss: He's reflecting in Bucciarati's eyes right now. Pol: Don't move! Pol: Stop right there. Pol: Take even a step up those stairs, and our deal is off. Dopp: You're right! There's someone hidden behind one of the pillars! Bruno: My name is Bruno Bucciarati! Bruno: I came this far because I trusted you when you said JoJo-main: ,you had a way to defeat the boss! Pol: I know that. JoJo-main: ,But before we get to that, who's that next to you? Pol: There's nothing about them anywhere in my records! Bruno: And there shouldn't be! JoJo-main: ,Trish doesn't belong to the organization, and I only met her a few days ago. Bruno: But as you can see, she's one of us. Pol: Trish? That sounds like a girl's name. Bruno: Sounds like? Dopp: This isn't good... He's going to find us out, Boss! Boss: Calm down. Listen to me. This is what you're going to say: Boss: "Do you have a problem with me being a girl?" Go on, say it, Doppio! Dopp: Do you have a problem with me being a girl?! Pol: I guess I said something I shouldn't have. JoJo-main: ,It's a bit dark in here, so I couldn't see you well. Pol: Is she a Stand user? Bruno: Of course! But enough questions! What I want to know is, who are you? Bruno: Let's just get to the point of this meeting! Pol: No, not yet. I want to see her Stand. Pol: Trish! Move slowly. Pol: I have no data on you, JoJo-main: ,but if you show me your Stand from there, I'll trust you. Dopp: B-Boss... Boss: Who the hell is he? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He's definitely got experience fighting. Boss: He's even thinking about a Stand's range... Boss: Who could he possibly be? I really have no idea... Pol: Well? Hurry and show me from that spot. Pol: Move slowly, as if you're lifting up your skirt. Boss: That's... It can't be!Why does he have that? Boss: That arrow... There's no doubt about it. Boss: That's the arrow from back then! pol: Wh-What's this ominous mrder intent I feel? Pol: It feels like someone's pointing a Knfe right at my heart... Pol: I've felt something like this before... Pol: Don't tell me— Boss: No, wait... That's right. There is one person I can think of. Boss: He used the arrow to track me down... Both: He's— Boss: In Egypt, I dug up the arrows that awaken Stand abilities within people. Boss: I knew the moment I saw them JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that these arrows had some mysterious power. Boss: An old woman named Enyaba who had two right hands JoJo-internal/narrator: ,told me she'd tell me how the arrows worked in return for sh*ting some. Boss: I figured one would be more than enough, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,so I sold the other five for a handsome sum. Boss: Come to think of it, that old woman said something rather bizarre... Boss: The arrow chooses people, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and those people are attracted to one another like magnets. Pol: In the s, me and my old friend Jotaro Kujo were investigating JoJo-internal/narrator: ,these arrows that brought out one's Stand abilities. Pol: We heard about a young man who had dug up the other arrows, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and we split up to be more efficient in searching for him. Pol: Jotaro went to America and Asia. Pol: I went to Europe and Africa. Pol: And I managed to find out that one of the arrows was JoJo-internal/narrator: ,in a region of Italy where drug-related crimes had suddenly skyrocketed. Pol: I investigated an unusual region where drug crimes JoJo-internal/narrator: ,involving young people and their victims had increased twenty times, Pol: and I knew I was finally close. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,But... Boss: My organization was nearing perfection after just a few years. Boss: My subordinates swore their loyalty to me. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I had men hiding in all branches of society. Boss: I had a notion that someone was trying to track me down. Boss: In the end, I would finish them off myself. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,That's the most surefire way. Boss: I'd already decided that. Pol: But I ended up making two big mistakes. Pol: My first mistake was that this crime organization was already complete. Pol: Communications, the government, the press... Pol: Society itself had isolated me. Pol: And my second and greatest mistake... Pol: Silver Chariot! Boss: I guess I'll tell you, since you're going to die. Pol: The man who had unearthed the arrows JoJo-internal/narrator: ,had powers far more sinister than I could have ever imagined! Boss: The moment that anyone sees Emperor Crimson... Crunch,Sfx: Boom Pol: This ability... Pol: Time... It... Boss: ...they are no longer in this world. Pol: Is there no hope...? Boss: I'm certain that I klled him! Boss: To think that someone I had eliminated JoJo-internal/narrator: ,in the past would show up again with an arrow! Pol: Bucciarati! The one next to you is— Pol: Wh-What? Bucciarati! Pol: Where'd the person next to you go?! Pol: They disappeared! Don't tell me... Pol: Where did they go?! Pol: Where did the one you brought here go?! Bruno: T-Trish... Pol: I'm asking you who the hell that person next to you was! Pol: I didn't hear or see anything fall, but a piece is already behind me... Pol: No... These movements... Gio: Time just skipped! Gio: Just like what happened in Venice! Gio: We moved further up the stairs before we realized it! Gio: We're not gonna make it! JoJo-main: ,The man waiting for us at the Colosseum just entered the boss's range! Dopp: This is a test. Dopp: I've accepted this test to stand victorious against my past. Dia: A person grows once they are able to defeat their weaker self. Dia: Wouldn't you agree, Jean Pierre Polnareff? Pol: You're... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HCC&}Rumble Pol: Diavolo! Dia: It appears that no matter how much I tear apart the past, JoJo-main: ,it still manages to wriggle up like a worm from under a rock. Dia: This is surprising. JoJo-main: ,No wonder I couldn't think of anyone who opposed me. Pol: How did you get here?! Dia: But in the end, Dia: it doesn't matter how you survived after I scattered your remains in the ocean. Dia: What's important, Polnareff, JoJo-main: ,is what you were trying to tell Bucciarati and his men! Pol: Don't you dare set foot on those stairs! Pol: I'm up here! You're down there! Dia: Why won't you fight yourself, Polnareff? Dia: Because you no longer have the mental capacity for it? Dia: Or are you no longer physically able to fight? dia: What are you going to use that arrow for? Pol: This is impossible. I'm sure it was a kid down there! Pol: Diavolo... When did you get so close to me? Dia: You're the one below me, Polnareff! Dia: As long as you are below in Hell, JoJo-main: ,it doesn't matter what you plan to do with that arrow! Pol: There! Silver Chariot! Dia: I see your Stand ability hasn't lost any of its power. dia: And it seems you've learned... JoJo-main: ,You've figured out how to see when time has skipped by counting drops of blood. Dia: I see. In just a moment's difference in number... Dia: Your timing is genius, too. Dia: If I had been any closer, I would've been gravely injured. Pol: This is the worst... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I can't believe the first person to get here was Diavolo... Pol: I won't have another chance. But I must... Pol: I must protect hope at all costs! Dia: You're already within my range! JoJo-main: ,You won't escape this time! Dia: Emperor Crimson! Dia: Now, once the passage of time resumes, JoJo-main: ,you won't be able to see how many drops of blood there are. Dia: I've just defeated my weakerself from the past! Dia: Take this! The passage of time will resume— Dia: Wh-What is this? Dia: The arrow... The Stand... Dia: I don't know what it's doing, but... Dia: Take this! Dia: This arrow... What is it doing to Chariot?! Dia: There's some kind of power behind this glow! Dia: Time, resume! Dia: Impossible! What did you do? JoJo-main: ,The arrow does more than just draw out Stand abilities? Pol: This is my gamble to keep the arrow from Diavolo. Pol: I didn't want to show him that, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,but I don't have the power to fully control the arrow any longer. Dia: You won't get away! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFC&\c&HBAD&}s*ab Pol: That arrow is our hope... Pol: The one who can fully control that arrow will be the one to control the world. Gio: I-It happened again! It skipped! Time skipped again! Mista: Trish! Where's the boss? dia: You spent years uncovering some incredible secret about the arrow. dia: I guess you held out a pretty long time, Polnareff. dia: But unfortunately for you, I have the arrow now! Dia: It appears your heart has stopped. Dia: But the life you lived was not a complete waste, JoJo-main: ,Jean Pierre Polnareff. Dia: You have been ever so useful... to me. Trish: Giorno! JoJo-main: ,L-Look over there! It's Bucciarati! Mista: Hey, he looks really hurt! Gio: Bucciarati! Trish: Be careful! The boss is somewhere nearby. Dia: So you've come... Dia: What? Dia: Who are you?! Dia: How long have you been standing there?!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x33 - His Name Is Diavolo"}	foreverdreaming
Dia: Time, resume! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFC&\c&HBAD&}sab Dia: What? Dia: Who are you?! How long have you been standing there?! Dia: Wait! Who are you? Dia: What's that mark I can see on your neck? Dia: Wh-What is this? What's going on? Dia: Why did the arrow fall from my hands? Dia: You! I told you to stop! Dia: Show me... your... face... Dia: Why am I sitting down? Dia: He was on top of the wall where Chariot melted... Dia: Could it be... the arrow's... Gio: M-Mista! Something's wrong... Gio: Th-This feeling... Gio: Everyone else is also... Gio: What's going... on... No_one_can_escap,Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Eternal greatness exists only within myself. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Requiem Quietly Plays, Part Gio: Wh-What? Did I fall asleep? Trish: What... happened? Trish: It's already dawn. Gio: Yeah. I'm not sure why, but it seems like we've been asleep for a few hours... Gio: Wh-What is this? JoJo-main: ,Why are my hands all wet? Gio: Is this blood? JoJo-main: ,Wh-Why? Trish: Were we attcked? JoJo-main: ,Are you hurt anywhere, Giorno?! Crunch,Sign: {\fad(,)\c&HC&\c&HF&}D{\c&HAA&}a{\c&HEA&}s{\c&HAAD&}h{\c&HAB&}! Trish: Giorno! Get behind the wall! Trish: You're right out in the open! Trish: If you're hurt, you need to tend to your wounds! Gio: I-Is Giorno hurt? I can't seem to see him anywhere. Gio: Hurry up and hide, Giorno! Gio: Wh-Where the heck is he anyway? Gio: I can't see him at all from where I am. Gio: Could you tell me where he is, Trish? Gio: If he's hurt, we need to go save him! Trish: What the hell are you talking about? Gio: Huh? Trish: Nothing you're saying makes any sense. Trish: Wha— Trish: What the hell is this?! Trish: H-Hey, what the hell is going on?! JoJo-main: ,Why do I have these things?! Trish: N-No, wait! I'm missing something! Trish: It's totally gone! Trish: What I'm missing is way more important! Trish: Hey, Giorno! What's up with the blood on your hands?! Trish: Where the hell are you looking?! You! I'm talking to you! Gio: Y-You're talking to me? Gio: I mean, I was surprised earlier, but whatever this blood is, I don't feel any pain. Gio: It must be from when the mold attcked. Gio: I had Giorno fix it for me, but the wound hasn't completely closed, Gio: so I think the blood is from my shoulder. Trish: The mold's attck? JoJo-main: ,But you... Mista: What... in the world... JoJo-main: ,happened? Mista: Did I fall asleep? Mista: I feel strange. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HFCC&}Rumble Both: Wh-What the... Gio: Th-This face... Gio: G-Giorno's body and my body... Gio: No, wait. It's our souls, our minds. Gio: Could it be that while we were sleeping, Giorno and I, and Mista and Trish... Gio: Each pair's minds have been swapped?! Mista: Oh, no... I... I... Mista: What's with this face?! Mista: This body! Mista: I stink! Mista: My armpits... Mista: smell so bad! Trish: H-Hey, come on, Trish! Trish: That's not the problem right now! Trish: We were attcked by a Stand. Trish: It's definitely not the boss's Emperor Crimson, Mista: Why me? No! Trish: but our minds have been swapped for some reason! Gio: Damn it! Could it be another one of the boss's elite guard? Nara: No, Narancia. JoJo-main: ,The boss is already somewhere near the Colosseum, JoJo-main: ,so I don't think he'd rely on one of his subordinates. Gio: Plus, Mista and Narancia mentioned an attck, but is that really what this is? Gio: Our minds have been swapped, but we're not hurt. Gio: What could have... Gio: H-Hey, Giorno. Gio: No matter what happens, I-I'm still older than you. Got it? Mista: Oh, my gosh! I have hair growing on my fingers! Mista: And my nails are so gross and malformed! JoJo-main: ,And they have so much dirt under them! Mista: I can't deal with this! Mista: I knew it! That stinks, too! JoJo-main: ,Why? Why did I have to be Mista?! Trish: H-How am I supposed to know?! Trish: Probably because we fell asleep near each other. Trish: And is that really what you think about me? JoJo-main: ,Do I smell that bad? Mista: Hey! Mista: What the hell are you touching there?! Trish: H-Hey, don't get the wrong idea! JoJo-main: ,I wasn't trying to touch it! It's just itchy around the elastic... Mista: Don't stick your fingers in my panties! Trish: Okay, I got it... Mista: If you spread your legs any further, I'll kll you. Trish: Okay, I get it! But you're wearing panties to make your butt look firmer, JoJo-main: ,so everything's so tight and itchy! Trish: You're even wearing a push-up bra. Mista: Just so we're clear! JoJo-main: ,The next time you stick your hand into my skirt, I'll kll you! Mista: I'm going to Mista: curse you to death! JoJo-main: ,Narancia! Trish: Tch. Don't you get it? That's Giorno. JoJo-main: ,And so what, you're going to kll yourself? Mista: Stop that! Gio: Hey, guys... JoJo-main: ,I, um, have a question. Gio: So, Bucciarati... Gio: Um, so it's me and Giorno, and Mista and Trish. Gio: If we swapped minds with whoever was closest to us, Gio: then who did Bucciarati... Gio: I've been watching him, but he's not moving at all. Gio: Is he okay? Nara: Stay away from him, Narancia! Gio: Huh? Trish: There should be someone else inside Bucciarati, too. Trish: And we don't know who that is. JoJo-main: ,Is that what you're saying, Giorno? Nara: It all comes down to what went down at this Colosseum before we got here. Nara: Who was near Bucciarati? Nara: And what happened to the boss and the man waiting for us at the Colosseum? Trish: Narancia, scout the area with Li'l bmb! Gio: I've been trying... but... Gio: Something's wrong. Li'l bmb isn't... Gio: M-My Stand ability... Gio: Appear! Li'l bmb! Gio: It's no use! Li'l bmb won't come out! Gio: D-Don't tell me our Stands— Nara: No, Narancia. That's not it. Nara: Take a closer look. Gio: Li'l bmb! Gio: I-It's so fast! It's so fast, I couldn't even see it! Gio: But what the hell?! JoJo-main: ,I don't know what's going on, but I feel so refreshed! bllts: I don't know what's going on, but... bllts: ...we're so full of energy! Trish: My Stand is still with me, but it seems to have powered up! Trish: I destroyed six iron railings in a single sht! Trish: My mind is on point! Nara: What in the world is this Stand ability that can swap people's minds? Nara: What's the purpose of this? Gio: This Stand user... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,As much as I don't want to believe it, are they our enemy? Gio: There's no one else nearby. Gio: I can't tell if any of them are the boss. Gio: Everyone around the Colosseum... Gio: is fast asleep. Gio: Even with my radar, I can't really tell how far it reaches. JoJo-main: ,No, wait... Gio: Some of them are moving just a little bit. JoJo-main: ,Some are even waking up! Cop: Man, that was a great dream. Guy: Wh-What the hell is this?! Cop: I asault some female cop and even handcuffed her. Cop: Tweet, tweety tweet. Guy: Arooo! Lady: Waaah! Waaah! Trish: So all the passersby got swapped, too? Gio: Yeah, it looks that way. There's confusion everywhere. Trish: What a weird ability... Trish: Hey, Giorno. What are you doing? Nara: I should be able to sense a soul's energy through the ground. Nara: But I can't... Who is it? Nara: Who did Bucciarati swap with? Mista: Narancia... I mean, Giorno. Mista: If you're thinking that the boss and Bucciarati got swapped, JoJo-main: ,there's one thing that's clear. Mista: That's not it. That's definitely not the boss's soul. Mista: If it were him, I would be able to sense him. Mista: But the strangest thing is that I'm certain the boss isn't nearby, either. Mista: The boss disappeared somewhere. Nara: Bucciarati... JoJo-main: ,You're saying we won't know about him until he wakes up? Nara: Until then, we can't take our eyes off of him. Turtle: It hurts... Turtle: Without question, the enemy is Diavolo. Turtle: Got it?! Turtle: I-It hurts... JoJo-main: ,But listen to me, Narancia... No... Turtle: Are you Giorno Giovanna? Nara: Golden Wind! Turtle: No... I'm not speaking from inside the turtle. Turtle: It's me. I'm the one speaking. Turtle: My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff. Turtle: I was the one who arranged to meet you here at the Colosseum, Turtle: but Diavolo backed me into a corner,and I could no longer fulfill my promise. Who_swapped_with,Sign: Who swapped with who Mista___________,Sign: Mista Trish Mista___________,Sign: Giorno Narancia Mista___________,Sign: Bucciarati Mista___________,Sign: Turtle Polnareff Trish: Who the hell is this guy? Who's "Polnareff"? Turtle: Let me just say this first... Turtle: I only did this because Diavolo left me with no other choice. Turtle: This strange phenomenon that's happening to all of you right now... Turtle: is a part of the arrow's power,the arrow I was supposed to give you. Turtle: I'm desperately hanging on to my soul... so I can tell you this. Nara: The arrow? JoJo-main: ,So you're saying this was caused by that arrow? Turtle: To be more precise, it's because my Stand, Silver Chariot, took hold of the arrow. Turtle: My body is already dad upstairs. Turtle: The reason I was able to swap souls with this turtle and survive is JoJo-main: ,because of that arrow. Gio: There's definitely someone in the hallway on the second floor. Gio: There's a dad guy who's been knocked out of his wheelchair! Turtle: It's only my body? Where's Diavolo? Trish: Hey! If everything you're saying is true, JoJo-main: ,your Chariot can return us to normal, too, right? Turtle: No... I currently don't have the power to control Chariot or make it disappear. Turtle: I don't even know where it is right now. Turtle: Chariot has basically gone berserk. Mista: Your own Stand went berserk? JoJo-main: ,How irresponsible can you— Nara: No. More importantly, what happened with the boss? Nara: What happened to him? Nara: Where is Diavolo right now? Turtle: I don't know. JoJo-main: ,Diavolo was right in front of me, but he disappeared. Turtle: All of you, listen very carefully. Turtle: The arrow is not your enemy, nor is it your friend! Turtle: What I'm about to explain to you is hope! Turtle: Such a trivial... trivial coincidence happened two years ago. Turtle: After I was incapacitated by Diavolo, JoJo-main: ,I somehow managed to survive and hid in a small farming village. Turtle: That's where the trivial thing occurred. Turtle: The arrow we had retrieved in Egypt fell between the wall and some furniture. Turtle: It's truly an insignificant thing. Turtle: Normally, one would just stick their arm back there and pick it up. Turtle: But for my body, it was an arduous task. Turtle: I thought about just leaving it there, Turtle: but I figured that Chariot could get it for me. Turtle: That's when it happened. Turtle: Chariot hurt its finger on the arrow. Turtle: It was mere coincidence. Turtle: The arrow draws out Stands from those who have potential. Turtle: But if it happens to pierce a Stand... Turtle: I don't know how old that arrow is, Turtle: but I'm starting to understand what the person who created it was thinking. Turtle: There's more to the power of a Stand! Turtle: Something that goes far deeper! Turtle: Suddenly, the birds in the sky fell, Turtle: bugs hid beneath leaves, and cattle laid on the ground. Turtle: And the farmers started sleeping in the streets. Turtle: I felt a slight change, but a much bigger change had taken over Chariot. Turtle: I had a bad feeling, so I immediately took the arrow away from it... Turtle: before it could go berserk. Turtle: Everything went back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Turtle: Then I realized that if someone who had enough power were to use this arrow, Turtle: they would have the power to control the minds of all living creatures! Turtle: But I currently don't have that kind of power. JoJo-main: ,And that's why I waited... Turtle: for someone like you who was searching for Diavolo's true identity. Turtle: Though, in the end, Diavolo was able to outdo me. Trish: So this controlling minds thing... JoJo-main: ,Do you mean the thing going on right now? Trish: It's just swapping souls? Turtle: No. Turtle: Remember when I said that this was just a part of its power? Turtle: I can't control it, so I wasn't able to see its potential beyond that. Turtle: But it definitely exists! Turtrle: Go retrieve the arrow! JoJo-main: ,Stop Chariot before the boss can, and reclaim the arrow! Turtle: The only way to defeat Emperor Crimson Turtle: is for you to use the arrow to its full potential! Turtle: So in order to take back the arrow, you're telling us to kll Chariot. Turtle: Am I assuming too much? Turtle: That's fine. JoJo-main: ,Once you take the arrow, Chariot will be destroyed regardless. Turtle: Besides, I've already been finished off. Turtle: There's one other unbelievable and important thing that I need to tell you. Turtle: Are you the girl called Trish? Mista: Yes, though I currently have hairy knuckles. Turtle: I see... Turtle: The boss is a duo. Turtle: There was a kid who was somehow able to transform into you and trick Bucciarati. Turtle: Diavolo and this kid were like a well-coordinated team. Mista: What? B-But how? Nara: But that's impossible. JoJo-main: ,The boss trusts no one. That's how he kept his identity secret for so long. Turtle: I'm not sure what happened, either... JoJo-main: ,But there was definitely a mysterious kid. Turtle: If it wasn't for that kid, there's no way I'd have let Diavolo get that close to me. Nara: Two... So the boss is a duo? Nara: What's... Gio: Giorno! Something's moving! Gio: Nine o'clock. Uno signal. Gio: It's a person! JoJo-main: ,There's a person heading in from the gate on the right! Mista: H-He's... Mista: That face! Mista: The boss! No... Diavolo! Nara: Narancia... JoJo-main: ,Get Li'l bmb behind him— Turtle: Giorno, wait! Turtle: The left! Look to the left, in the shadows! Turtle: So there it is! Turtle: That's my Stand, which the arrow evolved... Turtle: Chariot Requiem! Nara: He's— Nara: Th-This isn't good! Nara: Diavolo was looking for Chariot! Nara: He's trying to get the arrow! Turtle: Giorno, wait! Turtle: Don't att*ck just yet! Mista: That Stand! Nara: It's Zipper Man! Gio: Th-That's Bucciarati! Gio: It's Bucciarati's... JoJo-main: ,soul!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x34 - The Requiem Quietly Plays, Part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Gio: Could it be that while we were sleeping, Giorno and I, and Mista and Trish... Gio: Each pair's minds have been swapped?! Turtle: Don't attck just yet! Mista: That Stand! Nara: It's Zipper Man! Gio: It's Bucciarati's... Gio: soul! No_one_can_escap,Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Eternal greatness exists only within myself. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Requiem Quietly Plays, Part Gio: Yes! Bucciarati's okay! Gio: And he was going after the arrow before the boss was! Dia: The way you're talking... Dia: Sounds like it's Narancia who's inside you. Dia: Am I correct? Gio: Yeah! Dia: And you two... Nara: I'm Giorno. Mista: I-It's me, Trish. Turtle: Well done, Bucciarati. Turtle: You've already figured out this bizarre situation. Dia: That voice... Are you the man we were supposed to meet earlier? Turtle: Indeed. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFC&\c&HBAD&}sab Turtle: I was klled by Diavolo. Turtle: But I swapped souls with this turtle, Turtle: so I'm just barely clinging to this world, basically as a ghost. Turtle: And that is my Stand. Turtle: The arrow's power caused it to go berserk, and it is now Chariot Requiem. Turtle: That's the reason your souls have all been swapped. Dia: Wait. If our souls have been swapped, Dia: then the one in my body is— Trish: He hasn't woken up yet. Trish: He's still out cold. Dia: Are you... Mista? Trish: Yeah. Glad you're safe, Bucciarati. Trish: The boss, Diavolo, who swapped minds with you, Trish: is being watched by Number Seven of the bllts. Trish: He hasn't moved an inch. He's completely out. Nara: Bucciarati! JoJo-main: ,Requiem's getting up! Nara: We already know how to use the arrow. Nara: If we take control of that arrow, Nara: everything will be over! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCF&\c&HED&}Rumble Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCE&\c&HE&}Gwooooar Dia: Zipper Man... What in the world... Nara: Pick up the arrow! Nara: Requiem's charging at you! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HAE&\c&H&\pos(.,.)}Boom Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HAE&\c&H&\pos(.,)}Boom Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HAE&\c&H&\pos(.,.)}Boom Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HAE&\c&H&\pos(.,.)}Boom Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HAEF&\c&H&\fad(,)}Stop Trish: I'm gonna knock the arrow away! Trish: Hurry and pick it up! Dia: Something's wrong! Dia: Don't tell me that was... bllet: Take this! bllet: I'll put a hole in your brain! Dia: The pillar next to you! Dia: Mista, duck! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HFB&\c&H&}Boom Mista: Spicy Lady! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFFFE&\c&HBB&}Smack Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCA&\c&HBCD&}Blam bllet: I'll splatter your brains on the ground! bllet: On the ground! bllet: Let the ants swarm around you! The flies swarm around you! Trish: What the... Number One? Where the hell did you come from? Hey, stop! Three: Cut it out! One: Huh? One: What's wrong, guys? Nara: What... Turtle: It can't be... Trish: H-Hey! Trish: It's going to pick up the arrow! Trish: It's going to pick it up! Trish: What the hell? JoJo-main: ,What the hell just happened?! Turtle: I think this is Turtle: Requiem's Stand ability when it's in berserk mode. JoJo-main: ,This is the first time I'm witnessing it, as well! Turtle: Now that Requiem has gone berserk, it has carried on my wish JoJo-main: ,and has become a defensive Stand. Turtle: All to make sure it doesn't let anyone else have the arrow! Dia: Anyone who tries to touch the arrow gets stopped by their own Stand! Nara: The arrow has the ability to control your mind... JoJo-main: ,Are you saying this is a part of that? Gio: So then, what the heck are we supposed to do? Gio: Our Stands have powered up. Gio: B-But, I mean... JoJo-main: ,If we try to get the arrow with that power... Dog: S-Stop that, JoJo-main: ,Benedict! Baby: There, there... It'll be okay. Five: Mista! Number Seven, the onekeeping watch, is freaking out! bllet: Bucciarati's body... JoJo-main: ,is awake! Mista: Diavolo? No way! Dia: We'll have to go after the arrow later! Dia: Position yourselves where you can see his body! Dia: Mista! sht him now! Dia: What are you doing?! Hurry up and sht him! Trish: B-But that body is yours, Bucciarati! Nara: bllet wounds... Nara: are wounds my Golden Wind can fully heal. Nara: We need to make sure he can no longer move. Nara: That's what you're saying... Right, Bucciarati? Seven: He stood up! He's starting to walk! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCCD&\c&H&\pos(.,.)\fad(,)}Boom Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCCD&\c&H&\pos(.,.)\fad(,)}Boom Seven: He's convulsing! JoJo-main: ,He won't be able to come at us anymore! Gio: No one else is showing up on my radar. Gio: No one's coming to save him! Gio: We did it. Gio: Now, once we get the arrow back... it'll all be over. Gio: Once we get back to Naples, I'm gonna go to school! Gio: I wanna eat some piping-hot pizza, too! Gio: Authentic margherita from back home, where it's baked over an oak wood fre! Gio: I'll get some porcini mushrooms on it, too! Gio: And then... Nara: If I ever see Fugo again... JoJo-main: ,Maybe I wouldn't mind him calling me dumb. Nara: Too bad Abbacchio's gone now, though... Gio: Trish! Gio: I'm going to protect you until the end! Gio: We all will! Mista: Narancia... Dia: Mista. Dia: Just in case, sht both of his legs, too. Trish: R-Right! Trish: Trish, you have my bllts. Trish: Give them all to me. Trish: They're inside my boot. Mista: S-Sure... Trish: Hurry up, would you? Trish: Come on, hand over the bllts! Mista: M-Mista... Nara: Time just skipped ahead a few seconds! Turtle: Yeah! There are bllts on the ground, but I don't remember hearing them fall! Dia: But that's impossible! I didn't see it at all! Dia: Not him bringing out Emperor Crimson or making it disappear, either! Dia: And why? Dia: He hasn't moved an inch from that spot! Trish: Trish, drop one more bllet from my hand. Trish: Hurry it up! Trish: The number of bllts on the ground is four! Trish: I can't deal with the number four! JoJo-main: ,Four is the number I just can't have around me! Trish: If it fell when you handed them to me, then you have to drop another one! Nara: Is he actually Diavolo? Nara: Trish, when we woke up, you mentioned that JoJo-main: ,you couldn't sense the boss's presence from that body at all, right? Nara: What about now? Nara: Do you sense the boss nearby? Turtle: But that's not possible! Turtle: You swapped with Narancia, and Mista swapped with Trish. Turtle: That means Bucciarati switched with Diavolo! Turtle: That's Requiem's ability, once it's gone berserk! Nara: I don't really get what's going on, Nara: but if time just skipped ahead, JoJo-main: ,then it's a fact that that body isn't the one controlling Emperor Crimson! Dia: Narancia, what's going on in the area? Dia: Is there anyone else trying to come near here? Dia: Narancia? Trish: Trish, please... Trish: You need to drop... drop one more bllet from my hand... please... Mista: I don't know... Mista: I don't know why I can't sense the boss. Mista: I have no idea why! Narancia: Move. Move! Mista: I can't sense him anywhere... Nara: Let me through! Please! Narancia: Please! Move out of my way! Turtle: Impossible! There's no way this should've happened! Dia: Keep an eye on our surroundings, Mista! Dia: Watch our backs! Trish: Narancia! Trish: Cut the iron bars, Bucciarati! Trish: We need to hurry up and get Narancia down! Nara: Leave it to me, Mista! Leave this to me! Dia: You need to load your gn, Mista! Dia: He'll do it again! His attck had already gn! Dia: Zipper Man! Trish: Now heal him! Trish: Hurry up and get the iron bars out of him! Trish: The civilians outside the Colosseum are starting to wake up. Trish: Where is he? I didn't sense any trace of the boss at all! Trish: I don't get why his presence seems to disappear and then reappear anymore... Dia: Emperor Crimson's range is two to three meters, at most. Dia: So then how did he... from over there? Trish: H-Hey! You did it! Trish: Narancia's awake now! Trish: Yes! Trish: Th-That was a close one... Gio: No... Mista. Gio: This is... an empty... shell. Gio: It's an empty shell. Gio: The wounds he received... JoJo-main: ,have already been healed by my Golden Wind. Gio: But... he's already gone. Gio: Narancia... JoJo-main: ,isn't... Gio: It's... completely empty. Gio: His soul... Gio: It's gone. Gio: He's gone now. Gio: There's nothing I can do... Gio: I didn't make it in time... Gio: It's so empty that I could slip right back in... I could coexist in both bodies... Gio: That's just how... Gio: empty this body is. Trish: Narancia! Gio: This is too sudden... Sign: {\shad\fad(,)}Jean Pierre Polnareff Sign: {\shad\fad(,)}Silver Chariot Turtle: Where is he? Turtle: Where could he be? Turtle: This is inconceivable! Turtle: This can't be possible unless there are two Diavolos! Turtle: Two of them... JoJo-main: ,That kid and Diavolo... Turtle: Don't tell me there are actually two of them... Crunch,Trish: {\c&H&\c&HC&}Rumble Turtle: There's only one body, but two minds! Turtle: Bucciarati! I figured it out! Turtle: Diavolo has two personalities! Turtle: That's the only possible way! Turtle: The one in that body right now is the kid that I encountered. Turtle: The kid and Diavolo have the same body, but their minds are separate! Turtle: At times, people's minds JoJo-main: ,can be scarred and split due to a traumatic experience during childhood. Turtle: As they grow older, that split can develop into a separate personality. Turtle: That split personality starts to appear much more distinctly as they reach adulthood, Turtle: and one personality will be dominant over the other. Turtle: That's the multiple personality disorder theory! Turtle: Listen carefully. What I just said isn't a hypothesis. Turtle: I've even heard of reports from Germany and England JoJo-main: ,where the individual's physical features change depending on the personality. Turtle: Requiem's ability tore his soul away from his body. Turtle: One of them, the kid, ended up in Bucciarati's body, Turtle: but the other one... JoJo-main: ,And it could be coincidental, but they ended up in someone else's body. Turtle: That's who Diavolo is! Turtle: Emperor Crimson attcked from their body! Trish: What are you talking about? Gio: Two personalities? Mista: That's who the boss really is? Turtle: Slowly but surely, people are waking up outside. Turtle: So I don't know where he's hiding. Turtle: But he will come again! Turtle: He'll attck again, and soon! Dia: That's possible... Dia: But he could've already left the area. Dia: Diavolo is also after the arrow. JoJo-main: ,That's why he attcked Narancia first. Dia: He got rid of our radar first. Dia: So we wouldn't be able to tell that he was going after the arrow. Dia: That's why he took down Li'l bmb. Turtle: This just means you'll have to obtain the arrow's power after all. Turtle: Either way, if you're going to destroy Emperor Crimson, Turtle: you need to find the arrow before he does, and get it away from Chariot somehow. Dia: Which way did Requiem go? Turtle: To the left. Turtle: It looks like people are starting to wake up in the direction he's headed. Mista: Find it? But your body is... Mista: What about your body, Bucciarati? Trish: I missed all his vital points. Trish: But he won't be able to stand up and move. Trish: I made sure of that. Gio: We're going to have to leave you behind here. Gio: So that no one JoJo-main: ,can hurt you anymore... Gio: Ever again. Gio: But I promise JoJo-main: ,that I will take you back home. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HDA&\c&H&}Rumble Dia: Watch out for anyone coming near us! Dia: Let's go! Trish: Trish! What are you doing? Stay close! JoJo-main: ,R-Right. Guy: Hey, the woman running over there! You're under arrest! Guy: You're going to accompany me to the station! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFBC&\c&HCFC&\fad(,)}Kablam Mista: I-Is something wrong, Mista? Trish: Nope! Everything's fine! Trish: They got close, so I thought it might've been the boss, Trish: but it was just some cop. Dia: It does indeed seem that Requiem JoJo-main: ,doesn't have a destination in mind, nor any emotions. Dia: It hasn't even looked at me or the direction its heading. Dia: It does look like a living creature, JoJo-main: ,but it also looks like something resembling black plastic. Dia: It hasn't even recognized me as an enemy. Dia: It seems to be slow and even weak. Dia: And it's a fully physically formed Stand. Dia: Civilians can see and touch it. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&H&\c&HF&}R{\c&HF&}i{\c&H&}p Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HB&\c&HABF&\pos(.,.)}Drag... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HC&\c&HBDA&}Drag Gio: It's no use... It's not letting us get close. Gio: It's not just our Stands. JoJo-main: ,If we try to touch it with something, it'll come flying back at us. Gio: This arrow might truly be invincible. Gio: The more difficult this becomes, the more I'm convinced that it has JoJo-main: ,some kind of isolation power that repels everyone. Dia: It's getting up again. Mista: How can we pick up the arrow? Mista: It's right in front of us! Turtle: Hey. Turtle: Requiem won't allow Stand users to pick up the arrow. Turtle: But what if someone who's not a Stand user tried to pick up the arrow? Turtle: Well, what do you think will happen? Trish: Why are you asking me that? How the hell would I— Crunch,Sfx: Rumble Trish: H-Hey, guys! Turtle: My soul is holding on for dear life within this turtle. Turtle: I'm no longer a Stand user... Turtle: so I was able to touch it! Turtle: Mista! Hurry up and pierce your Stand with this arrow!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x35 - The Requiem Quietly Plays, Part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Bruno: So there you are... Boss... Bruno: That's where... you were... Bruno: And that's... whose body you're using. Bruno: The moment I got tired and could feel my soul being sucked out, Bruno: you said you had to go because things were going south... Bruno: It's true... JoJo-main: ,If you're there, Boss... JoJo-main: ,We're going to win for sure... Bruno: But... Dopp: I'm so lonely... Dopp: Could you... call me again... JoJo-main: ,like you always have? Dopp: Boss... No_one_can_escap,Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Eternal greatness exists only within myself. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Diavolo Surfaces Turtle: Mista! Hurry up and pierce your Stand with this arrow! Mista: What's going on? Requiem's suddenly heading toward us. Dia: Giorno! Stop Requiem! Gio: I can't! It's too far away! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCCF&\c&HB&}Crack Trish: Wha— Trish: My gn... Dia: What are you doing, Mista?! Mista: It's because you're touching the arrow! Trish: No way! Why is this... Gio: Let go of it, Mr. Polnareff! Gio: Let go of the arrow! Trish: Glad I took that cop's Beretta just in case. Trish: But what the hell, bllts? Trish: Why'd my revolver break all of a sudden? Five: M-Maybe the boss got close? bllet: You dumbass! Think before you talk, Number Five! bllet: Are you saying you saw someone coming close to us in this big, open space? bllet: We didn't see anyone at the moment the revolver broke. bllet: It's metal fatigue. JoJo-main: ,It's because he's been overusing the gn. bllet: The axis of the cylinder broke. bllet: We haven't had a chance to doany maintenance or inspections! bllet: H-Hey! Trish: What the hell is this thing's problem? It's heading toward m-me! Turtle: No, Mista. It's heading towards me. Turtle: Even though it has the arrow back... Gio: Golden Wind! Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCBBC&\c&HEB&}Batoom Turtle: Requiem intends to finish me because I touched the arrow. Gio: Mista, run! Mista: Reload, bllts! Reload the gn! bllet: This isn't a revolver! We need another cartridge! bllet: It'll take time to reload it! Turtle: I-It's no use... JoJo-main: ,I'm finished... Trish: I'm throwing it! Catch it, Giorno! Trish: I'm gonna throw the turtle to you! Trish: Mr. Polnareff! Trish: You okay, Mr. Polnareff? Mista: He's okay. B-But... how? Turtle: Mista, do you remember what I said back at the Colosseum? Turtle: There's still more to Requiem's ability that I'm not aware of. Turtle: But I'm starting to understand. Turtle: Requiem stopped because the starting time has come. Trish: The starting time? Turtle: Yes. Turtle: It's because JoJo-main: ,my body has started to change! Turtle: That's why it stopped trying to kll me! Turtle: This is Requiem's true motive, now that it's gone berserk. Turtle: The ability to make beings swap souls, Turtle: meaning the ability that makes them start to change into something else. Turtle: The prelude is over, and the actual piece is now starting to play, JoJo-main: ,so it gave up on klling me. Turtle: The .-billion-year history of this world's creatures is starting to change Turtle: into something else within a matter of hours. Turtle: All of it! King: I see... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,So that's what makes Requiem so truly frightening. King: However... King: Thanks to them, I was able to see it. King: I'm starting to understand the answer. King: I'm close to figuring out how to get that arrow from Requiem! King: I'm realizing the method! Trish: Wh-What the hell is going on? Trish: What's up with this ability? Trish: How far has this damn thing spread? Mista: It doesn't look like they're dying or in pain... Mista: Everyone just has these vacant stares. Mista: But there is this fear of becoming something else. Mista: The fear that, slowly but surely, both my body and my soul are going to disappear. Dia: Trish! Mista: I-I'm fine. But... Turtle: The starting time is imminent. Turtle: It will happen differently for each of us, but it'll start soon, JoJo-main: ,for all of us. Gio: We don't have much time left... JoJo-main: ,That's what you're saying? Mista: Polnareff! This is happening because you brought the arrow! Mista: You said it had the power to defeat the boss, Mista: but instead, you basically ended us! Dia: Stop! This is far beyond anyone's expectations. Dia: It's more important that we find a way to defeat Requiem. King: That's right. Good. Get closer. King: Get closer to Requiem! King: If we get closer, I'll be able to fully see Requiem's secrets, because I'm right here. King: The arrow's power will become mine, and the world will grovel at my feet! Dia: After it! King: Good! Gio: Don't move, Mista! Gio: Trish, Bucciarati! Both of you stay where you are! Gio: Stay right there! Trish: Wha— Gio: I just told you not to move, Mista! Gio: We can catch up to Requiem in a second! Trish: What the hell? Shut up, you dumbass! Mista: My body's disappearing already! Gio: I picked up your revolver. Gio: The one that you said broke a moment ago. Gio: This broken part doesn't match up correctly with the rest of it. Gio: If it just broke due to metal fatigue, they should still fit together. Dia: What are you getting at, Giorno? Gio: Bucciarati, I need you to stay right there, too! Gio: We need to keep a distance from each other! Trish: You dumbass! Requiem is getting away! Trish: The bllts said it was metal fatigue, so it's metal fatigue! Trish: I have a new Beretta, too! bllet: The parts aren't matching up because a piece flew off! Gio: That could be... Gio: But it could be something more. Gio: We'll be able to tell as soon as we see this lost piece. Gio: Golden Wind. JoJo-main: ,I gave a part of the gn life and let it loose. Gio: Moles are basically blind, but their sense of smell is unparalleled. Gio: Looks like it's returned, and it found its lost piece. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HBE&\c&HEF&}Fit Trish: H-Hey, wait a sec! JoJo-main: ,Are you saying someone just used immense force to tear the gn apart? Trish: Listen up! The bllts and I are very clear on this! Trish: There's no one who got close to me in this square— Gio: You're exactly right. No one did. Gio: That's why we need to stay apart from each other, JoJo-main: ,because his range is only a few meters! Dia: Giorno, you... Gio: No one got close to Narancia when he was attcked, either. Gio: No one... other than us. Gio: Mr. Polnareff, if your guess is correct and the boss had two personalities, Gio: then he should be able to get in and out of another's mind freely. Gio: Diavolo has inhabited one of us. Trish: Wha— Gio: If he stays hidden, Trish can't detect his existence. Gio: The reason he's staying hidden now JoJo-main: ,is because he's waiting for us to obtain the arrow for good. Gio: That's why he also appeared for a brief moment to destroy the gn. Trish: W-Wait a second! Gio: I know I keep saying this, but stay away from me, Mista! Gio: Stay out of his range! Trish: My gn was destroyed! Gio: You're the one closest to the gn. Trish: I-It's... Trish: It's not me! Trish: O-Oh, yeah. When Narancia was attcked... Trish: The one closest to him was... King: Shit. I must do something. King: Requiem keeps moving farther away. King: This rookie, Giorno Giovanna... Gio: He's hiding in one of us. Gio: But despite that, we have one advantage. Gio: Diavolo can make Emperor Crimson appear, JoJo-main: ,but he doesn't have complete control of the body he's inhabiting right now. Gio: If he had total control Gio: of the body he's currently inhabiting, he wouldn't just stay quietly hidden. Gio: It's because he can't manifest and move around freely JoJo-main: ,that we all still live and haven't been eliminated. Gio: In a sense, we have him cornered. Trish: It's the turtle! JoJo-main: ,It was the closest one to my revolver! Trish: Polnareff is the one who's possessed! Gio: That's not possible. Gio: Mr. Polnareff was almost klled by Requiem earlier, Gio: because the boss destroyed the revolver. Gio: The boss won't let the body he's inhabiting be put in danger. Gio: Plus... Gio: I only sense one being's life force. Gio: This turtle only has one soul in it. Dia: You can tell that, Giorno? Gio: Only if I can get closer and touch their body. Trish: How can you be so certain? Gio: Life force is a mass. Gio: If I actually touch someone, I can tell how many there are. Gio: There's no other way. JoJo-main: ,I have to touch each one of you and find out. Dia: But how are you going to get closer within Emperor Crimson's range? Gio: I learned how to detect Emperor Crimson from Mr. Polnareff. Gio: The moment the droplets suddenly increase is when time has skipped! Turtle: Correct. Turtle: But whether you can avoid his attck or not will be a matter of luck, Turtle: as is whether you'll be able to just barely dodge it. Trish: It's definitely not me. Trish: When Narancia was klled, I was the farthest away. Gio: Then I'll check you firstso we can be at ease. Trish: Hey! Trish: Stop right there! Stay away from me! Trish: D-Don't come any closer! Trish: If Diavolo is actually in you, what's going to happen to me? Gio: When Narancia died, his body was empty. Gio: My soul was able to travel from Narancia's body into my own, Gio: but it was empty. Gio: There's no chance that he's possessing me. Trish: Oh, really? Trish: That's just what you're saying. Trish: I have no way of confirming your ability. Trish: Not to mention, Giorno, JoJo-main: ,do you have a way to definitively confirm that you only have one soul? Trish: You can't check yourself with your own ability, can you? Gio: Mista, we can't go after the arrow unless we find out! Trish: Come any closer and I'll blow your limbs off! Dia: Stop! Dia: Check me first, Giorno. Dia: Hurry up and do it! Dia: We're losing more and more time. Dia: Just as you said, JoJo-main: ,depending on how we look at the situation, we have the boss cornered. Turtle: There's no other way. JoJo-main: ,Yes... Turtle: We have to do this right now. Trish: Someone's going to be attcked... Mista: If we get closer to one another... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HD&\c&HCFFB&}Slice Trish: Giorno! Mista: It's Mista! JoJo-main: ,He was the one possessed! Mista: Spicy Lady— Dia: No, Trish! Dia: It's you! Dia: He got closer instantly by moving your body closer to him! King: I've been waiting for this moment, my daughter... King: The moment you unleashed your Stand! Who_swapped_with,King: Diagram of swapped souls Bucciarati,Sign: {\pos(.,.)}Bucciarati Bucciarati,Sign: {\an\fs\pos(,)}His body has died(which means Doppio has also died) Bucciarati,Sign: {\an\pos(.,.)}Trish Mista Bucciarati,Sign: {\an\fs\pos(.,.)}Diavolo(Emperor Crimsonhad possessed him) Bucciarati,Sign: {\pos(.,)}Giorno Bucciarati,Sign: {\an\pos(.,.)}Turtle Polnareff King: My daughter... King: If you hadn't revealed your Stand, I might've actually been cornered... Dia: Zipper Man! King: If I can grab the Stand, I can also move the body. King: Now I can at least make this body run. Dia: We're going to be attcked! Brace yourselves! Dia: He's going to make time leap— Trish: Wha— Turtle: D-Don't tell me... Trish: Why's he running without attacking us? Dia: Through observation, he's already found Dia: a way to get the arrow away from Requiem! Dia: There's no time! That takes priority! Dia: sht, Mista! Dia: Don't let him get there first, no matter what! Dia: Stop wasting time! Dia: This isn't the time to hesitate because that's your own body! Trish: That's not it... JoJo-main: ,I've already fired, Bucciarati. Trish: It seems that... I've already fired six shts. Trish: He's running as he makes time leap! Trish: He predicted the course of the bllts! Dia: After him! If he gets the arrow, we're finished! King: That shadow... JoJo-main: ,The reason no one can touch the arrow... King: If I'm correct... King: When I move, Requiem's shadow moves in the opposite direction from me, JoJo-main: ,despite the location of the sun. King: Which means... King: To that man, it should look like the shadow is stretching toward me. Dia: In Bucciarati's eyes, the shadow is stretching in front of Requiem. Dia: Which means... Dia: This shadow is in different places depending on the viewer! Dia: This is the mystery of Requiem! Dia: This is why it can control everyone's souls! Dia: This thing is the shadow of one's soul. Dia: Requiem itself is the shadow of my soul! Dia: That's why attacking it will mean attacking yourself! Dia: If we can get rid of this shadow, I can get the arrow! King: And... JoJo-main: ,If it has a shadow, then my own light should be somewhere, as well! Dia: He still doesn't have the arrow! Dia: We're rushing in, Mista! Dia: The light is behind my own mind! Dia: He just destroyed something behind his head! Dia: What in the world did he do? King: Now I've got it... King: I, Diavolo, now have the arrow! Gio: If Diavolo found a way to grasp the arrow, we should take advantage of it. Gio: Because the arm he tore off of me and these droplets of blood are all just particles. Gio: Golden Wind shall now Gio: appear! King: These ants! King: What just happened? Gio: This is good, so far. Gio: Let's go... JoJo-main: ,We have to hurry. Dia: Blast the arrow away from him! Don't let him grab it, Mista! Trish: I'm already sh*ting! Trish: They made it through! JoJo-main: ,Despite him predicting their movements, we're still far apart. Trish: He can only knock the ones coming at him out of their trajectory! Trish: The rest of you knock that arrow back and bring it to me, bllts! bull: H-He'd already thrown... bull: ...a civilian into the air! Bull: He figured out the bllts would land and returned the arrow to its place! King: The trash ability of an underling... King: There's no way your weak mind can surpass Emperor Crimson's predictions. King: You will not be able to get through. King: You're still just trash. King: I will admit though, Bucciarati, King: your team has made me sweat. King: I never dreamed you would be foolish enough to betray the organization, King: nor did I ever think you'd find out my true identity. King: But the fact that I've been able to figure out this arrow's true power is a blessing! King: It's a gift granted to me by fate because I was able to defeat my past! Trish: I need amo, bllts! bllet: We told you, Mista! bllet: It takes time to reload that cartridge! Trish: We're finished! King: Wh-What in the world? Mista: Spicy... Lady... Trish: You didn't deflect Mista's bllts. Trish: I just made them softer. Trish: The bllts stretched out like chewing gum and stuck to your hand, Trish: and I had them use their elastic force to return and blow through it. King: Trish... You're still conscious! Trish: I'm going to overcome this. Trish: I'm not going to live in fear and run away from the fate JoJo-main: ,that you've passed on to me. Trish: If it's in my way, I'll just climb over it! Trish: The arrow's flying toward me! Trish: I'm the closest! Trish: He can't get past me! Trish: Even if he predicts where it'll fall and erases time, Trish: I'm still closer to it! King: If only... My daughter, King: if only you hadn't been born... King: Fear truly does come from the past. King: You have genuinely angered me! Gio: What? Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HFD&\c&H&}Booooom King: You said you'd overcome this, did you not? King: You were right, Trish. Now you can surpass not only the past... King: but their heads. Dia: Trish!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x36 - Diavolo Surfaces"}	foreverdreaming
King: If only... My daughter, King: if only you hadn't been born... King: Fear truly does come from the past. King: You have genuinely angered me! gio: What? Crunch,sfx: Booooom King: You said you'd overcome this, did you not? King: You were right, Trish. Now you can surpass not only the past... King: but their heads. Dia: Trish! No_one_can_escap,Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Eternal greatness exists only within myself. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio King of Kings Trish: T-Trish! Five: No way! He... Two: He attcked! He went through Trish's mind... and into himself! King: I guess I don't need this body anymore... King: or you. Dia: H-Her soul! Gio: It's moving away! Trish: Trish's soul is... Trish: disappearing into the sky! One: The arrow! King: The arrow belongs to me! King: It pierced me! King: The arrow's power... This gift given to me by fate! King: Now my Emperor Crimson will sit atop the world again! King: Did it pierce me? King: I-It didn't! King: Wh-What... Something is wrong! King: No... I can't even grasp it! King: E-Emperor Crimson's hand is translucent! King: And it's crumbling! King: What?! King: Th-This is... Mista: My soul is leaving her body... Gio: This wind is... King: I-It can't be! Bruno: Could it be that all you can predict, Boss, Bruno: are the movements of arrows and bllts? Bruno: You couldn't seem to predict what I was going to do. King: Y-You bastard... Bruno: You're the one who discovered the way to destroy Requiem. Bruno: This thing behind our heads... Bruno: Or rather, this thing that's behind every one of our souls. Bruno: It just needs to be destroyed. Bruno: You wanted to pick up the arrow, so you didn't completely kll Requiem, King: Don't... Don't, Bucciarati... Bruno: but if I completely destroy mine... Bruno: The ability of Requiem, the Stand that lost control, will disappear. King: Don't, Bucciarati! King: Look at me! Think about who's truly worthy! Gio: Bucciarati... Y-You're... King: Who is the king worthy of possessing this arrow?! King: Bucciarati! The weak are not worthy to possess the arrow! Bruno: All the souls that have been swapped... Bruno: will return to their original bodies! Mista: Trish's soul! bllet: I-It's Trish! bllet: Mista! bllet: Everyone, look! bllet: You did it, Bucciarati! bllet: It was a close call, but she's returning! Bruno: I'm leaving the rest up to you, Giorno. Gio: B-Bucciarati... Gio: Y-Your body's back at the Colosseum. Gio: That body is— Bruno: Giorno, I was reborn. Bruno: When I met you back home in Naples... Bruno: When I betrayed the organization... Bruno: My soul had been fated to slowly die, but it was reborn... Bruno: Thanks to you. Bruno: This is what true happiness is. Bruno: This is how it should be. Don't worry. Bruno: Please give everyone my regards. King: How dare you?! King: All for a stupid little girl! King: You vile pukes that some loser spewed into a toilet! King: Who do you think I am?! King: I, Diavolo, shall be the one to possess the arrow! Mista: W-We did it... Mista: Way to go, Bucciarati... Mista: That was a close one... Mista: but Trish will be okay now. Mista: Giorno... You need to heal us. Mista: Bucciarati's still at the Colosseum, but I'm sure he'll be here in no time... Mista: Right? Bruno: Don't worry about it, Giorno. Bruno: I'm only going back to where I was supposed to go. Bruno: I'm simply returning to how I once was... Bruno: That's all... Sign: Jean Pierre Polnareff Sign: Chariot Requiem Guy: Benedict! Diavolo: I don't remember who said it, but... Diavolo: "We are all soldiers chosen by fate." Dia: But there are truths I've learned from this world, as well. Dia: Fate has given me the ability to make time skip, and to predict the future. Dia: There's no doubt about it. That's the undeniable truth. Dia: The fate of this world Dia: was supposed to have chosen my Emperor Crimson to stand invincible at the top. Dia: I am no soldier. Dia: Damn it! Dia: And despite that, somehow... that arrow is not in my hands! Dia: How dare you?! Dia: There's no way... Dia: There's no way that I, Diavolo, would lose like this! Dia: I need to retreat for now. Dia: I need to hide from the arrow and await the ideal moment for my counterattack! Dia: Retreating here is not admitting defeat. Dia: I have the ability to take myself back to the top! Trish: Don't let him get away, Giorno... Trish: No matter... what you do... Trish: If he gets away, he'll go into hiding. Trish: He's planning to run away, Giorno... Trish: I just felt it... He took a step back! Dia: Wha— Mista: He's holding the arrow! Mista: The one who will control the arrow after Requiem... Mista: is Giorno! Dia: It's no use... There's no way I can escape from here after all! Dia: I'll lose my pride if I flee from them. Dia: I am a king! Dia: My only goal is to remain at the top! Dia: If I flee now, my pride will be lost! Dia: There is... no next time! Mista: He's not running away! Mista: He's coming this way, Mista: despite how pointless that is! Gio: Golden Wind! Trish: He did it! Trish: The one who will go beyond the power of that arrow is Giorno's Golden Wind! Dia: No! You're wrong! Dia: I thank you, my daughter! Dia: Because of your insulting claim that I was going to run, Dia: I was able to keep my pride! Dia: Thank goodness I didn't retreat. Dia: If I had fled, I wouldn't have seen this premonition. Dia: This unexpected premonition from Emperor Crimson Eulogy! Gio: Golden Wind! Trish: He did it! Trish: The one who will go beyond the power of that arrow is Giorno's Golden Wind! Trish: B-But why? Trish: It went through him... but the arrow's on the ground. Dia: I'm so glad I didn't run away. So very glad! Dia: To be honest, my heart was filled with despair. Dia: If my daughter hadn't ridiculed me, Dia: I wouldn't have decided to advance on you. Dia: And because of that, Dia: I saw a premonition of the arrow falling to the ground! Dia: Giorno Giovanna... You weak little newcomer... Dia: This means that you weren't a suitable vessel. Dia: He's already disappeared, but remember what Polnareff said? Dia: The arrow decides who is worthy to wield it. Dia: I know I'm repeating myself, but I'm truly glad I didn't run away. Dia: You've been rejected by the arrow! Mista: Giorno, run! Dia: You're finished! Dia: I, Diavolo, will be king, just like I've always been! Mista: G-Giorno! Trish: Mista, wait! Trish: The thing that's peeking through the crack... Trish: Could that be... Dia: Th-That's... Dia: What am I looking at right now? Dia: I cracked his head open! Dia: Shouldn't I be seeing his brains spilling out right about now? Dia: What came out wasn't brains... Dia: Th-This can't be! Dia: And the arrow's being sucked into his arm! Dia: The arrow— Dia: Shit! You're finished, Giorno Giovanna! Mista: Th-That's... Trish: Giorno wasn't rejected. Trish: He wasn't cast aside by the arrow because he was unworthy! Trish: No... In fact... Trish: The arrow is forever Giorno's! Trish: The boss can never have that arrow now! Dia: Am I looking at reality? Dia: I must be seeing some kind of mistake. Dia: I should be looking at Giorno's corpse, with his head cracked open! Dia: This cannot be reality! Mista: It's Requiem... Trish: That's Giorno's Requiem... Trish: Golden Wind Requiem! Trish: Golden Wind has gone beyond the power of the arrow! Dia: What?! Gio: The only thing that will survive is the truth of this world. Gio: Righteous actions born of truth shall never be destroyed. Gio: My friends may have perished, Gio: but their actions and wills have not been destroyed. Gio: They handed this arrow to me. Gio: So, are your actions born of truth, Gio: or are they merely superficial, born of evil? Gio: We're about to find out. Gio: Can you avoid destruction, Boss? Mista: Wh-What's going on? What's about to happen? Mista: Don't tell me our souls are going to be swapped again! Trish: I don't know... No one does. Trish: Giorno probably doesn't, either. Trish: But given what just happened, I know that Giorno has complete control of Requiem! Trish: It hasn't gone berserk! Dia: I couldn't see it... I couldn't see the moment he attcked! Dia: But I was able to predict that attck. Dia: The reason it didn't fully ht me is because Dia: I was able to predict the hole appearing in my hand! Dia: I can dodge his attcks, though just barely. Dia: It's true that this Golden Wind's attck yielded tremendous power... Dia: But... that's all it's worth. Dia: It merely powered up. Dia: It's a thrat, but I can still predict it! Dia: This is not something I can't overcome! Dia: Fate has chosen me as the one to stand at the top! Dia: I am the king who has overcome all thrat! Dia: Don't talk to me like you have any idea what's going on, Giorno Giovanna! Dia: I won't even give you the chance to regret your death! Dia: Emperor Crimson! Dia: Time shall be eliminated for everyone but myself! Dia: I can see it... I can see his Stand's movements! Dia: I can perfectly see what it's trying to do! Dia: I can estimate what these pieces of trash are going to do! Dia: That should fully stop Golden Wind's movements! Dia: Even after time starts moving again in a few seconds, Dia: your eyes will never be able to see myself or Emperor Crimson again! Dia: The pinnacle of truth lies within my abilities! Dia: Yes! I've won! Dia: I'm just a moment quicker! Dia: I've completely ripped out his heart in my premonition! Dia: The future has chosen the actions of my Emperor Crimson! Dia: This is the end! Dia: Wha— Dia: What? Dia: Don't tell me this is... Dia: Is the time that I disposed of reversing... because of Requiem?! Dia: N-No! Everything is returning to normal! Dia: But my premonition still favors me! Dia: Take this, Giorno Giovanna! Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: Wha— Dia: What is this? Dia: What am I seeing? Dia: A-Am I dreaming? Dia: Am I witnessing some kind of illusion? Dia: No... that can't be true. Dia: The only one who can move within the time I've disposed of is me! GW: This is... Requiem. Gw: What you're seeing is indeed the truth. Gw: You are seeing the movements created by your abilities, Gw: but you will never arrive at the truth that's going to happen. Gw: None who stand before me shall ever get there, Gw: regardless of their abilities. Gw: This is the power of Golden Wind Requiem. Gw: This is unknown even to Giorno Giovanna, who controls me. Dia: Giorno Giovanna! Dia: I won't even give you the chance to regret your death! Dia: What am I saying? Dia: I-I... Dia: haven't moved at all from the start! Dia: Th-This premonition that I had... It's the truth that's going to happen! Dia: My invincible Emperor Crimson should be heading toward victory! Gw: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gw: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gw: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gw: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x37 - King of Kings"}	foreverdreaming
Mista: Come on, guys! Hear me out! Nara: Would you cool it already?Okay, what do you want? Mista: I was thinking about this last night... Mista: So, if you were to eat human flesh, would it taste good or bad? Fugo: Come on, Mista. Don't talk about stuff like that. Nara: Why the hell would you bring that up out of the blue? Nara: Get outta here! Go eat by yourself! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\c&HF&\c&HAA&\pos(,)}Scrunch Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\pos(,)\c&HF&\c&HAA&}Kapow Gio: You won't be heading anywhere. Gio: In particular, you will never arrive at the truth. Dia: Why, you little brat! Gio: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Useless! No_one_can_escap,Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. No_one_can_escap,Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Golden Wind Requiem Mista: Y-You did it! At last! Mista: Your Golden Wind evolved with the arrow, and... Mista: I couldn't see what it did, so I don't really know how, Mista: but you finally defeated him! Trish: But... wait a sec. JoJo-main: ,Did he float up anywhere? Trish: Hey, where is he? Where's his body? Mista: Damn it! Trish: Where is he?! Find him, Giorno! Trish: Where is he?! Dia: I'm just... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,barely... still alive... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,somehow... Dia: But... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,What was that? Dia: My prediction clearly showed my victory... and yet... Dia: What in the world... was that Requiem? Dia: I need to escape... into this sewer for now... Dia: I still... have enough strength left for that... Dia: I did it... Dia: Was I just lucky? Guy: You jackass! Guy: I-I'm not g-gonna let you s-snatch my precious c-coat! Guy: It's not happening! Guy: What? You wanna fight? Guy: Well, do ya?! Don't mess with me! Guy: I'll take you on anytime! Guy: Come at me, ya dickhead! Dia: What?! Guy: Come on! Come at me! Dia: I-Impossible! Dia: This can't be... Guy: You're never gonna get my coat! JoJo-main: ,I can't stand up! Dia: S-Someone... Guy: You ain't getting it... Dia: I-I can't... Not here... Guy: You ain't getting it... Dia: I-I'm Diavolo! Dia: Not at the hands of a guy like him... Dia: I'm fading... Dia: Where am I? Dia: Why am I sleeping on a bed? Dia: I fell into the river, and then, when I got into that sewer... Lady: Let's see... Today's date is the th. JoJo-main: ,: AM. Lady: File number . Lady: I, Dr. Monica Ultello, will be handling this case. Lady: We have an adult male, between the ages of and . Lady: His identity is unknown. Lady: Judging from the state of his skin, it's been about to hours since his death. Lady: I will now begin the autopsy to determine his cause of death. Dia: Hey, woman... What are you talking about? Lady: Although his body was found near the river, Dia: Where am I? What am I doing here?! JoJo-main: ,he had barely any water in him, so he couldn't have drowned. Dia: Hey, woman! Dia: I can't move... Dia: M-My fingers... Dia: My body... Dia: What in the world is... Dia: Hey, woman! Are you listening to me?! Dia: Who the hell are you? Dia: What are you doing?! Dia: Why won't my body move?! Dia: A-And this pain... Dia: I-It hurts! Lady: The cause of death is a sab wound reaching his liver. Lady: There are no marks indicating hesitation, so we can rule out su1c1de. Lady: Next, I'll dissect his abdomen and check inside, just in case. Lady: His liver is very healthy. It's a very nice color. Dia: I-It was just a dream? JoJo-main: ,Am I just dreaming? Dia: But... JoJo-main: ,I-It's happening again. Dia: What time is it? Where am I? Dia: I was in the Tiber River in Rome... Dia: And that feeling... Dia: That unimaginable pain I experienced in the autopsy room... Dia: I-It was too real to be a dream... Guy: Hello, sir? Guy: Are you all right? Guy: Why are you hunched over like that? Are you not feeling well? Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCBE&\c&HBD&}Jump Guy: Hey, stop that! Dia: What in the world is this?! Dia: Something's wrong! Dia: I-I couldn't possibly die in such a stupid manner! Dia: Don't tell me that this is... Dia: Golden Wind Requiem's— Trish: We have to find him! Trish: I can sense that he's still alive! Trish: I can't relax until we know for sure! Gio: No, there's no reason to look for him. Trish: What? Gio: Everything's already over. Gio: I wasn't able to clearly see Requiem's ability myself, JoJo-main: ,but I know deep in my heart that it's true. Gio: He won't be heading anywhere ever again. Gio: In particular, he'll never arrive at the truth... Gio: He'll never even arrive at the truth behind his death. Girl: Why are you hunched over, mister? Does your tummy hurt? Gio: Eternally. Trish: B-But he's alive... Gio: His end is that there is no end. Gio: That's... Golden Wind Requiem's ability! Dia: H-How many times am I going to die?! Dia: Wh-When am I going to be attcked next, and from where?! Dia: S-Stay back! Dia: Stay away! Dia: S-Stay... Dia: Stay the hell away from me! Mista: So we finally did it? Trish: We're the ones who won? Mista: Hey, come on! Let's hurry back to the Colosseum. Mista: Bucciarati might've gotten his soul back, but his body is hurt. Mista: He's probably wondering what the hell happened to us at the Colosseum! Trish: Right. Mista: Giorno, come on! We're going back to the Colosseum! Mista: Let's heal Bucciarati's wounds and head home! Gio: Yeah... JoJo-main: ,Let's go. Gio: I'll be right there. Bruno: Giorno, that's how it should be. Bruno: Don't worry about it. Bruno: What we've accomplished up to this point is an absolute victory. Bruno: Fate is a sleeping slve. Bruno: And we've set that slve free. Bruno: That's what our victory is. Sign: Giorno Giovanna Sign: Golden Wind Requiem Mista: Just hear me out! Mista: Taking time to really think about what you're eating Mista: is connected to whether or not you're living a happy life. Mista: That's why I think it's really important. Mista: So, there are animals that are carnivores, right? Mista: You know, like lions, cats, and vultures. Mista: You won't find meat from carnivores like that at a restaurant. Mista: Why is that? Mista: Because it's too smelly to eat! Mista: It's disgusting! Mista: Listen up, guys! Cats are too disgusting to eat. Mista: Are we on the same page so far? Nara: I'd never eat a cat, even if some culinary expert said it was the best thing ever! Mista: On the other hand, have you heard of a fish called "sweetfish"? Mista: Sweetfish don't eat bugs. They only eat algae. JoJo-main: ,They're vegetarian. Mista: Usually, fish guts are too bitter to eat, but sweetfish guts are delicious. Mista: It's because they're not carnivores. Mista: So with that logic in mind, Mista: all the meat we consider delicious is from herbivorous animals! Mista: Cows, pigs, and chickens! Mista: The better their feed, the better they taste! Mista: Which leads us to this conclusion... JoJo-main: ,Humans would taste gross because they eat meat! Mista: Well? How do you like the opinion I came up with? Abba: I see. That's actually rather convincing. Mista: That whole thing that comes up in novels about human flesh tasting good JoJo-main: ,is a flat-out lie! Nara: I, uh... I actually eat a lot more vegetables and fruits than meat, though... Mista: Then you might actually be pretty tasty! Fugo: Narancia, don't egg him on! Abba: Hey, you're late, Bucciarati. Bruno: You know Leaky Eye Luca, who's in charge of the airport, right? Bruno: His dad body was just discovered. Bruno: I've been ordered by the capo Polpo to check it out. Nara: I hate that guy. He deserved to die. Nara: He had no qualms about tormenting the weak, Nara: and he sold drugs to kids. Nara: He probably got high and ht his head or something. Bruno: Narancia, you may feel that way deep inside, but don't actually say it. Bruno: Think about the world we live in. Fugo: Do you want me to look into this? Fugo: You're going to be a capo someday. Fugo: You don't need to trouble yourselfwith such trivial matters. Bruno: No, I'll be looking into this myself. Bruno: By the way, Fugo... Fugo: Oh, right. You have a guest. Fugo: He's been waiting for you all morning. Fugo: He's a civilian who runs a flower shop in Monsanto Plaza. Fugo: I've looked into him already. Fugo: He's an ordinary, responsible gentleman, Fugo: but he lost his only daughter six months ago. Guy: Mr. Bucciarati... As you can see, my legs don't work so well, Guy: and I came here without my wife, who usually accompanies me, Guy: so I apologize for coming here alone. Bruno: Do you pay your taxes? Guy: I beg your pardon? Bruno: Do you always honestly pay the taxes you owe to this country on time? Guy: Of course I do... Bruno: I don't know what you came here to talk to me about, JoJo-main: ,but a civilian like you shouldn't be here. Bruno: If you properly pay your taxes, JoJo-main: ,you should go talk to the police or anyone else who deals with the law. Bruno: The moment you start talking to me, you'll end up in JoJo-main: ,far deeper debt to the organization than you can even imagine. Guy: I, just like everyone else in this country, JoJo-main: ,have worked hard for my family, believed in the law, JoJo-main: ,and raised my child with proper morals. Guy: She was my only daughter. Guy: She had turned seventeen last September. Guy: I apologize if I sound overbearing, JoJo-main: ,but I'd like to continue this conversation with you in private. Bruno: If you want to continue this conversation... JoJo-main: ,They all trust me greatly, and I also trust them. Bruno: And you're asking me to interrupt their meal and tell them to go outside? Bruno: I can't do that. Guy: This happened a few months ago... Guy: My wife told me that my daughter had a boyfriend. Guy: I heard that he was a young sculptor who was just getting started. Guy: That was fine and all, but despite the fact that he was older than my daughter, Guy: he never came to introduce himself to us, her parents. Guy: That got to me. Guy: And shortly after... JoJo-main: ,my daughter jumped off the roof of his apartment building, JoJo-main: ,holding a strange rock sculpture he had made, and plunged into the courtyard... Guy: I'm terribly sorry for losing my composure... Guy: Why do my tears hurt so much? Guy: My daughter was my hope... Guy: My daughter shone with youthful beauty... Guy: I want you to avenge my daughter! Guy: Please make that man pay! Bruno: Hang on a second. Bruno: Are you saying this was mrder? Bruno: Are you implying that this boyfriend pushed her off the roof? Bruno: If a mrder happened in this town, I would have heard about it. Guy: The police refused to look into it further and ruled it a su1c1de. Guy: Even my lawyer! Guy: But there's something that only her family knows... Guy: My daughter would never commit su1c1de! Guy: Both my wife and I can say that with confidence! Guy: Please! I want you to settle this once and for all! Guy: Please make him, the bastard who's still living his life as usual, experience Guy: these tears of despair that I'm crying! Bruno: Life is full of hardships. Bruno: I feel for you, but I can't agree to this. Bruno: Are you trying to imply that we're some assassins who would lynch just anyone? Guy: Everyone in this town relies on you. Guy: I'm just asking for the rightful punishment! Bruno: The rightful punishment? Bruno: Florist, earlier, you asked if we could talk privately. Bruno: That was because you knew how dangerous this conversation is, wasn't it? Bruno: But what you said about something only her family would know... JoJo-main: ,I can't take that lightly. Bruno: To think that no one involved with the law was moved by JoJo-main: ,those words in the past six months... Bruno: I find that rather unbelievable. Bruno: I can at least try to make this boyfriend talk. Bruno: I'll only ask for that payment once we confirm that he's actually guilty. Bruno: Does that work for you? Guy: Mr. Bucciarati! Bruno: Mista. Bruno: I'd like you to look into this. Mista: Sure. Bad_luck,Sign: Bad luck Mista: What the heck... Bad_luck,Sign: {\c&HD&\c&HBBD&\c&HACFAD&}Bad luck Mista: is this rock? Bad_luck,Sign: {\fad(,)\c&HB&\c&HBE&\shad\bord}kll me Abba: Mista, make sure you put that back. Mista: Uh... Did I knock this rock... off of its stand? Mista: Was it always here? Abba: Be careful when you stand up. JoJo-main: ,Make sure you don't ht that rock. Fugo: Mista, Bucciarati says we can drive you partway. Mista: Right... Bruno: Mista, here's the address to the apartment building. Bruno: Here's a picture of the boyfriend. Bruno: Find him and make him talk. Bruno: You can get a little rough with him if you need to. Bruno: Make sure you get a confession. Bruno: You've got a tape recorder, right? Mista: Yeah... But how far should I go? Mista: I mean, if he actually ends up being a mrder and klled that girl... Bruno: We aren't assassins. Bruno: Make it so he can't walk for four or five years, and leave the rest to the police. Bruno: I'm sure that'll satisfy the florist's need for revenge. Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HCC&\c&HDFB&}Menacing Fugo: Hey, where are you going? JoJo-main: ,Hurry up and get in the car. I'm gonna leave you behind. Fugo: Mista! Do you want a ride or not? Are you taking a piss? Mista: I'm not! Yes, I want a ride! I'll be right there! Bruno: What's been bothering you, Mista? Mista: Well, there's something that's been bugging me about the florist's story. Mista: He mentioned that when his daughter jumped off the roof, JoJo-main: ,she was holding some kind of rock, right? Mista: Did he mention what kind of rock it was? Bruno: A rock? Mista: Like, the shape of it... Mista: How big was the rock? The boyfriend is a sculptor, right? Fugo: He said it was a strange-looking rock. Mista: Yeah, but what exactly did this strange-looking rock look like? Bruno: He only said it looked strange. JoJo-main: ,What are you getting at, Mista? Mista: Wait, that stone back there... Mista: S-Stop the car for a sec, Fugo! Stop the car! Fugo: Why? Mista: Just stop the damn ca— Fugo: Why do you want me to stop the car? Mista: E-Er, never mind... Mista: I was just seeing things. Mista: It's nothing. Fugo: Are you all right? JoJo-main: ,How much wine did you have earlier? Mista: Hey! I'm not drunk! Mista: Sorry for saying something stupid! Mista: I'm terribly sorry for all the trouble! Mista: That's his apartment building, right? Mista: You can drop me off here. Fugo: Oh, for crying out loud... Fugo: Shouldn't someone else go with Mista on this job? Fugo: Should I accompany him? Bruno: No, I'll go with Mista. Bruno: I just remembered the rumor about Stand users gathering in this town for some reason. Bruno: You take care of the investigation of Leaky Eye Luca. Fugo: Understood. Mista: So the guy's apartment is on the seventh floor... Mista: And above that is the roof. Mista: His name is Scolippi... Mista: The courtyard... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,So this is where the florist's daughter... Mista: That's a Stand! Mista: This incident involves a Stand user! Mista: And what the hell is this rock?! Mista: Bucciarati!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x38 - Gold Experience Requiem / Golden Wind Requiem"}	foreverdreaming
Op subs: No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. Op subs: All that remains is the end, where you will all perish. JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio The Sleeping slve Mista: Bucciarati? This stone is definitely shaped like... Mista: Hey! Are you the sculptor?! Mista: Who the hell are you?! Mista: Don't you dare try anything! Mista: I didn't kll you because I was ordered not to, Mista: but now that I know you're a Stand user, JoJo-main: ,there's no guarantee that I won't add another hole between your eye sockets! Mista: Who the hell are you? JoJo-main: ,How do you know Bucciarati? Mista: The florist's daughter falling to her death is concerning, Mista: but why did you follow me from the restaurant? Sco: Daughter? JoJo-main: ,Are you a police officer? JoJo-main: ,No, the police wouldn't— Mista: Listen up, you sick bastard! I'll be the one asking questions here! Mista: You just need to answer! Mista: Just concentrate on that. Mista: Got that? Don't even think about saying or doing anything else! Mista: That also includes lying to me. Got it? Mista: All right... I'll ask you one question at a time. Mista: First off, are you in a gng? JoJo-main: ,Do you belong to some organization? Mista: I can find out later if I look into it, of course. Sco: N-No... I'm just a sculptor. Sco: I'm not famous, but I make a living off of it. Mista: Then how did you become a Stand user? Sco: I don't even know what a Stand is. sco: If you mean this ability... JoJo-main: ,It just started happening while I was still a child. Sco: Was it the same for you? Mista: Hey! Mista: Next question. Why did you follow me from the restaurant? Mista: And how do you know Bucciarati? Sco: Bucciarati... Sco: Bucciarati... Is that his name? JoJo-main: ,Let me see him, please! He came with you to this building, right? Mista: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Mista: You didn't answer my question, you moron! Sco: I-It's probably not an answer you'll like... Sco: But this rock moves on its own, regardless of how I think or feel. Sco: It's been like that ever since I was a kid. Sco: It's a power that I have no control over. Sco: The rock didn't follow you. JoJo-main: ,It was following him... Bucciarati. Mista: Oh, is that so? Mista: Do you want me to make it so you can never hold a chisel again? Mista: Sorry to break it to you, but Bucciarati's far away from here, you dumbass! Sco: You're the one who's lying. JoJo-main: ,Bucciarati should be in this apartment building. Sco: Let me see him. His life depends on— Mista: Don't mess with me! JoJo-main: ,Why did you kll the florist's daughter? What are you after— Mista: What the hell are you doing?! JoJo-main: ,I told you to not try anything funny! Sco: The rock has left... Mista: What?! Sco: One of the greatest sculptors in history, Michelangelo, once said... Sco: "I don't have any thoughts when I take hold of a marble slab. Sco: Every block of stone already has a statue inside it, Sco: and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it." Mista: What the hell are you babbling about, you bastard?! Mista: You're going to die if you don't hurry up and bring that rock back here! Sco: Michelangelo was saying that the ultimate statue is not created from an idea. Sco: It already dwells within the stone as its destiny. Sco: He was an artist who could seethat destiny as he sculpted. Sco: It's not that I sculpted that rock into the shape of Bucciarati, Sco: and neither did your bllts. Sco: That is the shape of destiny. Sco: The statue had a hole in its chest that was gushing out blood. Sco: I don't know if it's in a few days or in a few months, Sco: but that's going to be how Bucciarati eventually dies. Sco: We're all slaves to fate. Sco: That's the meaning behind my ability, Prophecy Stones. Mista: This is your last chance! Bring the rock back here now! Mista: If you die, so will your Stand! You get that, don't you?! Sco: If he touches my Prophecy Stones,he can die without suffering. Sco: I wanted to see him so I could at least hear his last words... Mista: Wh-What the hell is this guy's problem? Mista: Is he mocking me? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,How the hell can he be so calm, damn it?! Mista: Fine! You want your brain splattered onto that rock so badly? Mista: Look! There are three shts left. Mista: This is how you use destiny! Mista: You're apparently trying to do something to Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,so bring that rock back here right now! Mista: You're the one who doesn't have time or chances! Sco: I told you. There's nothing more I can do. mista: Bring it back here right now, God damn it! Sco: The florist had a hard time walking, right? Sco: He doesn't know it yet, JoJo-main: ,but it's an early symptom of some disease in one of his internal organs. Sco: He'll most likely survive, though. JoJo-main: ,When his daughter died, her organs were preserved. JoJo-main: ,He'll receive them as transplants. Sco: The girl found out from the rock JoJo-main: ,that she'd contract the same disease in a few months. Sco: She understood that and believed it. Sco: She decided to die while she was healthy for her father's sake, JoJo-main: ,rather than die in pain later. Sco: So she accepted the rock, and... Sco: The rock allowed her to die without suffering, JoJo-main: ,and in a way in which her organs weren't crushed. Mista: You have some nerve saying that when you're the one who klled her! Mista: Wh-What?! bllet: It's a misfire, Mista! bllet: That bllet was a dud! Mista: That's impossible! bllet: That bllet is Number 's responsibility! Five: Aw, why me? Sco: I cannot die yet. Sco: Because the rock hasn't carved my death yet. Mista: Y-You think you're going to get two duds in a row, you jackass?! Sco: You caught a glimpse of destiny just now. Sco: You no longer have any intention of shting me. Sco: Am I wrong? Mista: Wh-What's with this guy? Damn it! Mista: What the hell is he talking about? JoJo-main: ,Is he still messing with me? Mista: Hello, Fugo? JoJo-main: ,Tell Bucciarati that this sculptor is a Stand user! Fugo: What? Mista: This bastard keeps mentioning Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,but I can't really tell what's going on by myself! Fugo: What are you talking about, Mista? You still haven't met up with him? Mista: Huh? Fugo: Bucciarati headed to that apartment building a while ago. JoJo-main: ,He followed you right after you got out of the car. Fugo: Hello? Mista? What's wrong? Mista: What?! Bad_luck,Sign: Bad luck Sign: Prophecy Stones Sign: Scolippi Mista: Wh-What's the number, Fugo? I have to find him! Mista: What's the number to the phone Bucciarati has right now? Fugo: Are you all right? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The one you're calling right now is Bucciarati's. Fugo: Hello, Mista? Hello? Mista: Hurry, bllts! Find Bucciarati! Fugo: Mista? Hello? Mista: Hey, wake up, you sculptor bastard! Mista: How can I stop that rock? Mista: Hey, wake up, would you?! Mista: Answer me, God damn it! Mista: What do I need to do to stop that rock from getting to Bucciarati?! Mista: P-Please... Tell me. Mista: I'm starting to understand what you told me. Mista: But what the hell am I supposed to do? Mista: I can't let Bucciarati touch that rock, no matter what. Mista: I can't. Mista: Please, tell me. Sco: It'd be better and easier... JoJo-main: ,if you two didn't defy the rock... Sco: No one's been able to do it before, but if you're able to destroy that rock Sco: or change its shape, then... bllet: We found him, Mista! Five: We found Bucciarati! Six: We got a report from Number that he found him! Six: Bucciarati's on the seventh floor! bllet: The stairs! Bucciarati used the stairs! Mista: What?! One: Th-This isn't good! One: The rock! The rock is on the stairs, too! One: The rock is right in front of Bucciarati! Mista: Stop him, Number ! Mista: Tell him not to touch that rock! bllet: It's no use, Mista! JoJo-main: ,Number 's bllet doesn't have enough power left to fly over there. Mista: Bucciarati! bllts: Yee-haw! Bruno: bllts? bllet: We did it! bllet: That was close! bllet: Its shape is falling apart! bllet: That's great and all... bllet: B-But I have a feeling we might've made things worse... Bruno: bllts, what in the world is going on here? Bruno: Is that a Stand? Bruno: And its shape... bllet: Run, Bucciarati! Bruno: Zipper Man! bllet: Don't attck it! bllet: It's bad news if you touch it! Mista: Run down here, Bucciarati! Bruno: Mista! Mista: You can't touch that rock! Mista: If you lay even a finger on it, you'll die! Bruno: What do you mean? Mista: I'll explain the details later! Bruno: Is that rock a Stand? Mista: Hurry and get downstairs! JoJo-main: ,Get out of this building and get as far away as possible! Mista: What? This happened in the elevator earlier, too... Mista: Sh-Shit! These stairs are dangerous! Mista: We need to find another way down. Mista: Going down these stairs is a bad idea! Mista: Go up, Bucciarati! Mista: Wh-Where is it? Mista: It's not here! Damn it! JoJo-main: ,Where did it go?! Bruno: Mista, what's going on? Mista: Sh-Shit! Mista: Above you, Bucciarati! Mista: Bucciarati! Bruno: Wh-What's this face on this rock? Mista: If we can destroy the rock or change its shape... Bruno: Mista! Mista: If I just smash it into the pavement from here, it should break into pieces! Mista: Damn it! Mista: You're not getting away! Bruno: That's impossible! Mista! Mista: Damn it... What that sculptor bastard said... Mista: turned out to be true... Mista: If you don't appear in the rock, then it's not your time to die yet... Fugo: What the hell have you been doing, Mista? Fugo: You left the tape recorder on the car seat, you dumbass. Mista: Hey... It's you, Fugo... Bruno: What was this rock? Bruno: Mista, what chain of coincidences led to this? Mista: Uh... You should be fine now. Mista: I, uh... don't even know how to explain all this. Mista: Anyway, about the florist's daughter's death... Mista: The sculptor was sort of the suspect, Mista: but not exactly the suspect... Mista: I hurt him enough to land him in the hospital for a couple of months, though... Fugo: I still have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Fugo: Was he an enemy or not? JoJo-main: ,Was it su1c1de or not? Fugo: Explain it all in a more orderly fashion! mistA: That's just it, though... mista: It's really, uh... hard to sort everything out in my head. Msita: Simply put, we destroyed the rock, so everything's over now. Mista: Hey, Bucciarati, I'll look into the incident with Leaky Eye Luca. Bruno: No, it'd probably be quicker to look into it myself JoJo-main: ,than have you try to explain what happened. Bruno: It's a job I can do on my own. Bruno: Fugo, try to get a decent explanation out of Mista so we can explain JoJo-main: ,what happened here to the florist. Fugo: Bucciarati, I'm willing to do anything for you, Mista: I'm not sure how I should say this... Fugo: but do you really think I can understand what he's saying? Fugo: You can stop thinking now. JoJo-main: ,We'll just use Abbacchio's Moody Jazz. Sco: Over... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Everything is over, you say? Sco: If you had just accepted Prophecy Stones, everything would've ended peacefully... Sco: We're all slaves to fate. Sco: We cannot change what has already taken shape. Sco: I don't know who they are, but now they're going to face a difficult path, Sco: and some of them will lose their lives. Sco: But... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Are they all like this? Sco: He jumped from up there to destroy the rock for his friend, Bucciarati. Sco: The path filled with hardships that they're about to walk Sco: might have some meaning. Sco: Their hardships may end up being someone else's hope, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and might be the beginning to some greater meaning. Sco: I can't wish for their safety, but I pray that they are sleeping slaves. Sco: Sleeping slaves who will find some meaning once they awaken. Mista: Hey, hurry up! JoJo-main: ,Who's gonna heal Bucciarati's injuries if you don't hurry up? Mista: Hey, Giorno! Mista: Whoa, be careful, Trish. Trish: Thanks. Something suddenly appeared near my feet... Crunch,Sfx: {\c&HDCF&\c&HB&}Menacing Mista: Trish? Mista: Hey, Trish! Wh-Where'd you go, Trish? JoJo-main: ,Trish! Mista: Hey, Giorno! Where the hell is Trish?! Gio: Unbelievable... Trish is right there, Mista. Trish: Mista, Giorno, I'm right here. Trish: I didn't trip on this rock. It's what was in its shadow. Turtle: Don't leave me behind. Turtle: If you leave me behind, JoJo-main: ,I don't know how many days it'll take me to get to the Colosseum. Mista: Polnareff?! Gio: Mr. Polnareff. Trish: You're still alive. Trish: But if all our minds were switched back, Trish: then your soul... and the turtle... Pol: My body is d*ad. Pol: But the moment my soul got sucked out, JoJo-main: ,I was able to hang on to this turtle Stand. Pol: I can't leave this key, but I decided to live here for a while as a ghost. Mista: Well, it's great and all that you're okay, Mista: but it's not over yet. Mista: We're going to the Colosseum to heal Bucciarati's wounds. Pol: Bucciarati? But his soul... Trish: Hey, what are you doing?! Mista: Oh, uh, sorry! Mista: I was just thinking that you're right... Mista: I think I might actually smell weird. Mista: So this is what I smell like? Mista: Maybe I'll start using cologne... Trish: Really? Trish: I might've said something weird back then, Trish: and maybe it's because I was panicked, but it doesn't bother me anymore. Trish: It almost even feels nostalgic. Mista: Really? Really? Trish: Yes. But your fingers are still weird. Pol: What are you going to do with that? Gio: Those who carry on the will of those who have passed must keep moving forward. Gio: I won't destroy this arrow. Pol: Keep the arrow inside the turtle. JoJo-main: ,That will do, Giorno. Pol: That is the duty of those who have survived. Pol: Let's go	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x39 - The Sleeping sl*ve"}	foreverdreaming
"Go flying" "Goodbye" Sign: The boss's daughter: Trish Nar: One day, a woman named Donatella died of an illness. Nar: A few days before she died, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,she tried for her daughter's sake to initiate a search for a man JoJo-internal/narrator: ,named Solido Naso, who was supposedly the child's father, Nar: but he was nowhere to be found. Nar: That's because the name was one of the aliases the boss used when he was young. Nar: After Donatella's death, he immediately had his daughter secured to protect JoJo-internal/narrator: ,both her and himself from traitors in the organization JoJo-internal/narrator: ,who were trying to find out his identity. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The boss knew instinctively Nar: that Trish was his real daughter. Trish: Would you mind taking off that jacket? Trish: I don't have a handkerchief, so go buy one for me. Trish: Get the latest issue of Italian Vogue, too, Trish: and some mineral water. Trish: I'd rather die than drink one that's not from France, though. Gio: Guard the boss's daughter, huh? Gio: So we suddenly have a connection to the mysterious boss that I've been looking for. Nar: No one had thought to figure out the boss's true identity since. Nar: Until they found out the boss had a daughter, that is. Form: Since she's the boss's daughter, she's bound to have a Stand ability! Nara: The girl you're trying to kidnap doesn't belong to a gng or anything like that! Nara: She's just an ordinary girl! Nara: Bucciarati hates shit like that, even if it's an order! JoJo-main: ,We said we were going to protect her, JoJo-main: ,so we're going to protect her, no matter what! Illu: You came here to get something that'll help you protect the girl, JoJo-main: ,isn't that right? Pro: We found her! It's Trish! Pesci: I'm going to get Trish and make sure Prosciutto's will is seen through! Melone: You are forbidden to attck this girl named Trish. Melone: You need to capture her alive. Ghia: You two aren't with Trish and Bucciarati? Setting: ,They are chased by one assassin after another Fugo: The boss's daughter, Trish. Fugo: Her life is being targeted because of a father she's never met. Fugo: I wonder how that feels... Trish: There's something I want to ask you. Trish: Are you willing to give me an answer? Bruno: I haven't been given permission to answer any of your questions. Trish: You are going to answer me. Trish: Who am I? Trish: What the hell is this? Trish: What's this on the ground? Trish: Why can I suddenly see such bizarre things? Bruno: As I thought... The boss's daughter is a Stand user. Trish: Answer me! Setting: ,Meeting her father Bruno: "The place you will take my daughter is JoJo-main: ,the top of the great bell tower of the church there. Bruno: Once you take my daughter there, Bruno: your mission will be over." Trish: What's... Trish: What's going to happen to me? Trish: I suddenly got kidnapped by gangsters just like you guys, Trish: had my life thrat, Trish: and now, I'm going to be taken to a father I don't even know or love... Bruno: The boss is just concerned for your safety. Trish: It's not like... Trish: I-I'm nervous or anything... Trish: I wonder... Trish: if I'll be able to like my father. Bruno: No family worries about that. Bruno: We're almost to the top. Bruno: Wh-What?! Bruno: No... It can't be! Bruno: Could the boss... Bruno: In order to make sure he stays completely invisible... Bruno: Did he have us protect his daughter Bruno: in order to ensure that he could finish off his daughter himself?! Bruno: The most repulsive form of evil is Bruno: to exploit innocent people who don't know anything, Bruno: and to use others merely for one's own gain! Bruno: A father did this to his innocent daughter, JoJo-main: ,all to cover his own ass?! Bruno: This is unforgivable! JoJo-main: ,You have once again betrayed my heart! Bruno: I'm going to get rid of you right now! Boss: What's the meaning of this? Boss: I highly respected all the work you'd done for me on this mission. Boss: Were you so happy to become a capo that you got greedy? Boss: Or did you overestimate your own powers and get cocky, JoJo-main: ,thinking you could actually surpass me? Bruno: When Trish wakes up, JoJo-main: ,I'm going to tell her that her father didn't even exist. Boss: Trish? Boss: What about Trish? Boss: My daughter has nothing to do with you. Bruno: You could never understand my true feelings! Setting: ,The cruel truth Abba: Everyone was after Trish, and the boss was trying to eliminate Trish. Trish: I've already known that... for a while. Trish: But... I want to know! Trish: I want to know who I came from! Setting: ,Uncertainty and hesitation Trish: I'm... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,heading to Sardinia for myself. Trish: Just for my own safety... Trish: But Giorno and the others are different. Trish: They're making decisions based on JoJo-internal/narrator: ,what they think is right, not for their future or safety. Trish: That's... Giorno's brooch? Trish: Giorno's not out of the game yet! Trish: If I can protect that left hand, Trish: Narancia and Mista's wounds can also be healed! Trish: B-But I can't! Trish: I can't make a wager like that! Trish: It's far too dangerous. Trish: I need to just hide in the closet... Trish: What's wrong with me?! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Do I even realize what I'm doing?! Setting: ,Opening a path to their futures Setting: ,with her powerful determination Trish: Wh-Who are you? Spice: I am you. Spice: Please pick up that brooch. Spice: Trish, if we're able to protect it, JoJo-main: ,we'll open up a new future for Giorno and everyone else. Spice: And your future, as well. Trish: How the heck am I supposed to protect this thing?! Spice: This is your ability. Spice: I made the seat softer. Spice: You picked up the brooch. JoJo-main: ,Your strong determination overpowered any hesitation. Spice: You are becoming stronger, both mentlly and as a person. Spice: And you are able to make anything in this world softer, more elastic. Spice: Making things softer... Spice: means they become harder to break than diamonds! Setting: ,The determination to protect and fight Spice: Move slowly. Spice: At super slow speed... Spice: But with the strength of a vise. Spice: We're going to rip this thing apart... Spice: and kll it. Spice: You bastard! Just go to hell already! Spice: You piece of shit! Quit latching on to this world, damn it! Trish: What should I call you? Spice: Spicy Lady. Trish: I see... JoJo-main: ,That's a fitting name. Boss: Bucciarati, your mission to act as Trish's bodyguard Boss: has now come to an end. Setting: ,The invincible ability Nar: He was going to protect Trish. Nar: No one ordered him to do so. Nar: Bucciarati had betrayed the boss, Crunch,Sfx: Rumble Nar: and was now facing off with his mysterious ability. Crunch,Sfx: Rumble Boss: So he must've joined this organization with the intent to betray me from the start. Boss: First, I'm going to eliminate Trish. Boss: Don't you dare move, Bucciarati! Bruno: Zipper Man! Boss: But... Emperor Crimson has already... Boss: ...seen through it. Boss: Your movements in the future. Boss: The trajectory of your movements in the future. Boss: Within Emperor Crimson's ability, this world's time disappears, Boss: and no one remembers the movements they made within this segment of time. Boss: I am the only one who can react to these movements. Boss: I can see every single one of your movements! Boss: This is Emperor Crimson's ability! Boss: But if you happen to find the pitfall known as the future that's right in front of you Boss: and manage to not fall in, Boss: you will never experience a setback in your life. Boss: You will remain in your best condition. Setting: ,Assassins sent by the boss Squalo: But apparently, I'm going to need your help eliminating all five of them. Tiziano: Making you say the exact opposite of what you mean. Squalo: All right, I'm gonna go kll the rest of them. Grazie. Crunch,Sfx: {\fad(,)\shad\c&HDDB&}Sc{\c&HFD&}hw{\c&HBD&}in{\c&HEADC&}g Mista: Here we go, Six bllts! Nara: sh*t, Mista! Mista: Wh-What?! Nara: Sh-Shit! My radar! Gio: Don't go after the Stand... Gio: Go after the user! Nara: Giorno! Nara: Considering the number of people out here, there's all kinds of breathing. Nara: For someone to change their breathing drastically Nara: after seeing me cut my tongue out with a Knfe! Nara: That's what I've been waiting for! Nara: You, over there! Nara: Your breathing just fluctuated, didn't it?! Squalo: Crush! Rip out his throat! Nara: Do you think... I'm going to falter? Nara: Because of something like this? Nara: Volare via. Rome___a_m_,Nara: "Go flying" Squalo: You're a damn traitor... Squalo: You're supposed to be eliminated by the boss... Squalo: You're supposed to have no choice but to fear your future... Squalo: What in the world is driving them forward? Squalo: Why does it seem like they have hope? Squalo: Wh-What could it... Guy: Someone just collapsed! Gio: I-It can't be! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,I'll die! Abba: D-Don't do it! Abba: You're going to wrap that thing onto your arm?! Abba: Don't! Are you going to take yourself out of this, too?! Trish: No, Abbacchio. JoJo-main: ,No one else is going to get hurt. Trish: Giorno's Golden Wind ability Trish: is safe right here. Setting: ,The fierce battle on Sardinia Island Doppio: Bring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Doppio: There's a phone ringing somewhere! Risotto: I won't get closer to you. Risotto: You're definitely a Stand user. Risotto: And who are you to show up to such an important location? Risotto: It must mean that the boss trusts you greatly. Risotto: But there is true fear in your heart. Risotto: You're a walking contradiction! Doppio: Shut your trap! JoJo-main: ,You're the one who's about to be shaking in your boots! Risotto: I know how I'll kll you. Doppio: M-My throat! Doppio: Th-These are... JoJo-main: ,actual razor blades?! Doppio: I'll shove these razor blades right up your ass! Boss: Doppio... JoJo-main: ,Oh, Doppio... Boss: My adorable little Doppio... Boss: Did you forget that I gave you a portion of my Emperor Crimson's power? Boss: I want to make sure that Risotto Nero is finished off for good. Boss: I'll take care of him myself. Boss: Get closer to him, Doppio. Boss: Look carefully for movements. Boss: And then try to predict the future movements that will occur around you. Dopp: There you are! Riso: Th-This bastard... Dopp: I'll get closer to him, Boss! Dopp: You're right there, Risotto! Riso: There's nothing else you can do. Riso: I'm keeping my distance. JoJo-main: ,You have no strength to resist. Riso: There's nothing you can do! Riso: I've won! JoJo-main: ,I'm going to chop off your head! Riso: This is the end! Take this! Riso: Metallic! JoJo-main: ,I would've won... Riso: But you had thrown the scalpels at them... Riso: Boss... Kid: Thanks! Kid: All right! Kid: Thanks! Kid: C'mon, let's hurry! Dop: Hey, wait up! Kid: Thanks! Boss: Nothing beats coming back home. Boss: Luck's on my side. Cop: This is the last stop. Cop: You can never return. Cop: Abbacchio, you did very well. Cop: That's right... JoJo-main: ,So well that I can say I'm proud of you. Bruno: This morning, the capo Polpo Setting: ,The beginning of the battle JoJo-main: ,committed su1c1de. Abba: Giorno Giovanna... You're one crazy bastard. What_the_hell_is: ,What the hell is wrong with you?! Abba: What the hell is wrong with you? Mista: My Stand, Six bllts, is made for klling. What_the_hell_is: ,My Stand, Six bllts, is made for klling Mista: I'll be going, too. Nara: I'll mrder you! Bruno: Otherwise, I'll wager on your golden dream and JoJo-main: ,the honorable, golden resolve it took to go so far as to rip off your own arm. What_the_hell_is: ,I'll wager on your golden dream Giorno: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream! What_the_hell_is: ,I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream! Peri: You'll be guarding the boss's daughter, and risking your lives doing so. Setting: ,The clue to the mysterious boss... Setting: ,Trish JoJo-main: ,And kll it! Spicy: Wannabe! Trish: Spicy Lady! Trish: Yes! You stupid bastard! Trish: Arrivederci. Rome___a_m_,Sign: "Goodbye" Setting: ,What is fate? What_the_hell_is: ,{\pos(,)\fad(,)}I'll use my Stand to solve this mystery! Abba: I'll use my Stand to solve this mystery! Abba: Moody Jazz! What_the_hell_is: ,{\pos(,)\shad\fad(,)}There were two boats! Bruno: There were two boats! Baaaaaa,Sfx: Bwaaaaa What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}Four is always the absolute worst for me JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Four is always the absolute worst for me. Mista: Still, other than that, it's a good number. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}Now the number's one, damn it! Mista: Now the number's one, damn it! Mista: You're definitely going to let your guard down. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}You're definitely going to let your guard down JoJo-main: ,Li'l bmb! What_the_hell_is,Fugo: {\pos(,)\fs\shad\fad(,)}No! Fugo: No... Fugo: You'll be the one dying when you witness my ability! Fugo: Purple Smoke! Fugo: You shit-for-brains! What_the_hell_is: ,You shit-for-brains! Setting: ,What is resolve? Bruno: I'm just going to have to show him Bruno: that my resolve is superior to his! Bruno: The fact that I'm not doing anything right now What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}Shows my resolve...! Bruno: shows my resolve. Giorno: Bucciarati, What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}I'm going to become a gng-Star! JoJo-main: ,I'm going to become a gng-Star! Bruno: He's intense enough JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that he'd actually do what he says he's going to do! What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}He's intense enough!! Gio: We should risk our lives and save him! Abba: Did you lose something? Abba: Did you find what you were looking for? What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}Did you find... what you were looking for? Fugo: Giorno! You have my utmost respect after risking your life! What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}You have my utmost respect! Bruno: I will complete this mission. JoJo-main: ,I will also protect my crew. Bruno: One of the hardest parts of being a capo is the fact that I have to do both. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}One of the hardest parts of being a capo Gio: Having resolve is the ability to open up a path What_the_hell_is: ,{\fad(,)\pos(,)\shad}Is the ability to open up a path we need to follow within the darkness! JoJo-main: ,we need to follow within the darkness! What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)\pos(,)}Starting now, I'm showing my true resolve! JoJo-main: ,Starting now, I'm showing my true resolve! Mista: Steel yourselves, bllts! JoJo-main: ,Yee-haw! Sfx: Bat{\c&HBE&}oom Sfx: Bam Sfx: {\fad(,)\fs\pos(,)}Bam Sfx: {\fad(,)\fs\pos(,)}Sha{\c&HAD&}nk Sfx: Crack Sfx: Crack JoJo-main: ,Take that! Setting: ,What is the right path? Bruno: This was definitely a difficult path Bruno: that I wouldn't have been able to traverse without some luck. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)\pos(,)}The path leading closer to you, that is... Bruno: The path leading closer to you, that is. Bruno: But you've fallen. Bruno: Now you're just a piece of shit. Bruno: You're going to fail, no matter what, when you're a piece of shit. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)\pos(,)}When you're a piece of shit Rome___a_m_,Sign: "Goodbye" Bruno: Arrivederci. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)\pos(,)}I did this because I believe I'm right Bruno: I did this because I believe I'm right. Bruno: I have no regrets. Bruno: Despite the world we live in, I want to continue on the path that I believe in. Abba: The only time I'm ever at ease Abba: is when I'm with you, Bucciarati. Mista: If we actually manage to defeat the boss... Mista: Considering my skills, Mista: I'd say I'm next in line to become a capo. What_the_hell_is: ,{\shad\fad(,)}I'd say I'm next in line to become a capo Nara: I'll go! I'll go, too! I'm coming with you! Setting: ,The final battle Boss: You will remain in your best condition. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The zenith of his reign is eternal, and he'll allow no one to stop it. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Can they defeat the invincible boss? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Fate is leading Giorno and the others into an even crueler battle. Cop: Abbacchio, you did a great job. Cop: And your will to get to your truth... Cop: The ones left behind will get it. Bruno: Are you prepared? Bruno: I am. Gold: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Gio: Your resolve is shining upon the path, Gio: even brighter than this rising sun. Gio: And it's shining on the path... Gio: that we're meant to take!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x28.5 - Destiny"}	foreverdreaming
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,In order to join a gng, you need resolve. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Because you never know when you'll have to fight for your life. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,What does "resolve" mean to them? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Why did they join a gng? Bruno: Arrivederci. Sign: "Goodbye" Nar: Leone Abbacchio became a police officer after graduating from high school. Nar: This was due to his strong sense of justice. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,But... Abba: Even if I were to arrest them, they'd just post bail and be released. Pimp: You're a very passionate police officer. Nar: One night, they received a report that a shop was being robbed. Guy: Abbacchio! Go around the back. Abba: Freeze! You're under arrest! Pimp: Hey, it's you. Guy: Abbacchio! He has a gn! Nar: It was then that his body and soul plunged into darkness. Abba: The only time I can feel at ease Abba: is when I'm following the orders of something great and absolute. Abba: Because then, all I need to do is be a soldier who doesn't have to think for himself. Abba: Moody Jazz! Illu: Shattering the mirror actually worked in my favor, Abbacchio. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,No matter who died, or even if he lost a limb or two, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,his heart would probably never be moved again. Illu: Let me see that hand! Illu: What the hell are you doing, you bastard?! Abba: Did you lose something? Abba: Did you find what you were looking for? Bruno: Abbacchio, wasn't it? Bruno: What's important isn't the end result. Bruno: It's how you get there. Bruno: Join my team. Bruno: Don't die bound by your past. Nar: Narancia Ghirga was born in and is a Leo. Nara: It all went as planned! Nara: It's all because you told us about that shop, Bro. Nara: The most important thing in this world is friendship! Blonde: You should dye your hair blonde like mine. JoJo-flashback: ,Then the chicks would be all over you. Nara: Yeah! Guy: What? Seriously? Nara: What do you think? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,But the next day... Nara: You bastards! Cop: Put both hands on the wall! Cop: Quit lyin'! We have a witness! Nara: Wha— Nara: A robber... JoJo-flashback: ,A blonde brat... Nar: A year later, when Narancia left juvenile hall, his eye was afflicted. Blonde: Wow, they already let you out? Nara: He felt trapped, so he used me as a scapegoat... Nar: He had nowhere to go. Nar: He was all alone. Nar: The boy brought Narancia into a restaurant. Nar: His friend at the table set the plate of spaghetti he'd ordered for himself Nar: in front of the filthy child. Nar: He then had the kid receive the treatment he needed. Nara: I don't want to go back home. Nara: Please let me work for you! Bruno: Don't be so naïve, you little shit! Bruno: If you say that again, I'll punch you! JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,That rage didn't come from hate or disgust, JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,and it didn't feel like it was meant to insult me. Nara: Do you really think I want to live so badly Nara: that I'd tell you where my friends are? Huh?! JoJo-main: ,I'll mrder you! Nara: Real men... Nara: should work for guys like him! Nar: Narancia went to see JoJo-internal/narrator: ,one of the capos of the organization, Polpo, without Bucciarati knowing... Nar: and he passed the test. Nar: Pannacotta Fugo was born into a wealthy family JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that owned a huge home in the suburbs of Naples. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He was born with high intellect, having an IQ of . Fugo: Professor. Creep: What are you doing here so late? Fugo: I'm working on the assignment due next week. I couldn't find the right judicial precedent... Creep: How about it? JoJo-flashback: ,Why don't you come by my house again for dinner, and... Fugo: Please excuse me. Creep: Now, wait just a moment. Creep: Just relax, now. Fugo: Stop... Stop... Fugo: Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop! Creep: I'll be gentle. Fugo: I told you to stop, damn it! Fugo: I looked up to you! Fugo: You piece of shit! Nar: Fugo's parents used their money to ensure he was found not guilty, Nar: but they then treated him like filth and disowned him. Nar: All alone, Fugo started shoplifting and picking pockets to survive. Nar: That was right around the time Bucciarati was thinking about starting his own team. Abba: When it hits something with its fist, that capsule breaks open, Abba: and the virus comes spilling out! Abba: It infects its host within thirty seconds, then kills them instantly. Nar: Fugo feared his own ferocity. Fugo: I've already made up my mind. Fugo: I'm going to live on my own, not bothering with anyone else. Bruno: Oh? And why is that? Fugo: When I lose my temper, I do horrifying things. Fugo: If I were to join your team, I might even end up klling you. Bruno: Come with me, Fugo. Bruno: I'll bring out the best in you, JoJo-flashback: ,including that fierce, impulsive rage of yours. Nar: Those words moved Fugo's heart. Nar: After that, Fugo underwent Polpo's test and gained Purple Smoke. Nar: Guido Mista's way of life ever since JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he was little was to live it as simply as possible. Nar: On a clear summer night, Mista was wandering around like he usually did. Nar: The woman being punched in the parked car was half-naked. Nar: For a moment, Mista hesitated to get involved, but... Nar: Because he was so simple-minded, his body acted on its own. Thug: Stay back! You hear me?! Nar: Three, four, five, six shts! Nar: Then his panicked friends started sh*ting. Nar: But not a single sht ht Mista. Nar: Meanwhile, Mista was astonished at his own state of quiet concentration. Nar: After stealing one of the gn and some bllts, Nar: Mista calmly loaded the cylinderas shts were being fired at him, Nar: and pulled the trigger. Nar: The result of the trial: Nar: they did not see his actions as self-defense, Nar: and he was sentenced to to years in prison. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,In a helpless situation, Mista made the decision to cut through the shadows. Mista: The path toward the resolve to be willingly sht by my own bllts... One: Y-You can't take any more, Mista! Three: You're going to lose consciousness! Two: We're also... Six: ...going to disappear! Mista: N-Not yet! JoJo-main: ,I'm still conscious! Guard: Get up. You're being released. Mista: You're the one who bailed me out? JoJo-flashback: ,Yes. Come with me. Bruno: Pardon me. Guy: Yes, sir? Bruno: Could I get some bruschetta for him... I should get some for them, too. Bruno: Could I get four orders of bruschetta? Bruno: No, make that five. I guess I'll get an order for myself. Guy: Right away, sir. Bruno: So, continuing our conversation... Mista: I'm in. Mista: I think you and I will get along great. Mista: So, I'm in. Nar: Mista learned that people have predetermined destinies. Nar: When they're young, Nar: people may find themselves at a standstill or taking the long way around at times, Nar: but they ultimately end up traveling the path they were destined to walk. Nar: Giorno Giovanna, a young man from Naples, and Bucciarati's encounter began with a battle. Bruno: And here I thought you were just some brat JoJo-main: ,who wasn't affiliated with any organization... Giorno: So I'm going to be disposed of, right? Giorno: And you came here fully prepared, right? Giorno: When you're going to dispose of someone, Giorno: you're always prepared for the possibility that JoJo-main: ,you could end up being the one disposed of, right? Bruno: He's going to kll me... He's serious! Bruno: This brat is actually going to try to kll me! Bruno: He's intense enough JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that he'd actually do what he says he's going to do! Kabaam,Sfx: Kabaam Bruno: Zipper Man! Giorno: So that's his Stand? Kabaam,Sfx: {\c&HD&}Kashink Bruno: Now I know for sure that my Zipper Man is more powerful. Bruno: I wasn't told that I need to bring the suspect back alive. Bruno: I wouldn't mind taking care of you here. Bruno: But I've had my fill of dealing with your dangerous powers today, Bruno: so I'm leaving. Bruno: I'm going to keep my distance for now, Bruno: but I'll take care of you eventually. Giorno: He can even pass through a solid wall by putting a zipper on it?! Bruno: I'm ending you right now! Bruno: Unbelievable... Giorno: Golden Wind! Bruno: I-It's happening again! Bruno: I'll probably die from the shock of the pain! Bruno: Don't! Bruno: Stop! giorno: Because you're a good person. Giorno: You were shocked to see the state of this arm because of the drugs. Giorno: How old is he? Giorno: Thirteen. Giorno: There are people in this city who would sell drugs to kids. Giorno: They're unforgivable. Giorno: That's what you believe. Giorno: But the one selling those drugs is your boss. Giorno: You can't help but feel conflicted about that. Giorno: That's why your heart ached when you saw his arm. Giorno: I plan on defeating your boss and taking over this city. Bruno: What?! Giorno: If I'm going to take over this city, Giorno: I'll have to join the organization that rules it and work my way up. Giorno: Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,I'm going to become a gng-Star! Nar: Bucciarati was able to relate to Giorno's dream through their battle Nar: and brought him into the organization. Bruno: I'm not going to save you. Bruno: Traitors can't be saved. Nar: And then, Giorno Giovanna joined Bucciarati's team, Nar: and they started down a new path. Bruno: I'll wager on your golden dream JoJo-main: ,and honorable resolve, Giorno Giovanna. Nar: Once an organization is established and starts to mature as a group, Nar: there will always be people within that group who want to rebel. Nar: When smuggling cheap drugs coming from Central Asia JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to various countries in Europe as well as America, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they make a profit that's tens to hundreds of times more. Nar: Which means it's not the least bit strange JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that there will be those who show up and try JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to take over the boss's territory, even at the risk of their own lives. Form: Well, damn... I was sure it'd be Polpo. Form: Who is it, then? Form: Who's the one guarding Trish, who disappeared? Nar: The Hitman Team has nine members. Nar: Formaggio is one of them. Guy: It's the same thing as usual. Lady: I always worry that you might be pushing yourself too hard. Lady: Dear, don't you think you're drinking too much today? Pros: So, Formaggio, how are things going? Form: That's all yours, Pesci. A little gift from me to you. Pros: Looks like things went well. Form: Yeah, the job's basically done. Form: All right, let's finish things off. Lady: What's the matter, dear? Are you in pain? Form: All right, let's go home. Risotto: How'd it go? Form: Perfectly! Form: The guy's been blown to bits. Ghiaccio: Melone, how much was this job? Melone: Twenty million lire. Ghiaccio: Damn, that's cheap! Risotto: Ghiaccio, calm down. We'll talk about money later. Risotto: More importantly... JoJo-flashback: ,Where are Sorbet and Gelato? Ghiaccio: Are they playing hooky? Illuso: Maybe they're getting it on somewhere. JoJo-flashback: ,They're a couple, aren't they? Form: And you call my Stand ability useless? Risotto: Sorbet would never miss out on a chance to get rich. Risotto: He's always made sure to show up to claim his share. Ghiacchio: Polpo's in control of all the gambling, JoJo-flashback: ,and the jerks selling the drugs are also making a fortune. Ghiacchio: But the only thing that we, the Hitman Team, get is our pay from the boss! Ghiacchio: This ain't fair! JoJo-flashback: ,We're the best there is in the whole damn organization! Ghiaccio: We deserve way better! melone: He suffocated? Form: Yeah... JoJo-flashback: ,Just Gelato, though. JoJo-flashback: ,Sorbet's corpse isn't here. Rome___a_m_,Sign: "Punishment" Form: Punishment... Nar: A few days later, a bunch of packages with no sender were delivered to the team. Ghiaccio: Seriously? Again? Ghia: Who the hell's the sender?! JoJo-flashback: ,Oh, hell no... Form: You can't be serious... This is... Melone: That's... Nar: They were pieces of Sorbet's body, chopped up and preserved in formalin. Nar: When they put his face together, they saw that it was distorted in fear. Nar: He was likely cut into pieces by a very sharp Knfe, starting with his toes. illuso: Do you think that Sorbet illuso: was sliced up right in front of Gelato? Melone: Yeah. And he was so overcome with fear and despair Melone: that he choked on his own gag and suffocated! Nar: This was a silent message from the boss. Risotto: Forget all about Sorbet and Gelato. Nar: From then on, they ended up getting the cold shoulder. Nar: They never tried to find out the boss's identity ever again. Nar: At least, not until... Nar: they found out that the boss had a daughter. Form: You already know that Polpo died yesterday, right? Nar: In order to get information and kidnap the boss's daughter, Nar: the Hitman Team went after Bucciarati and his team. Nar: The members of the Hitman Team were ready to risk their lives, Nar: making them formidable enemies. Melone: Could you be quiet and listen? Baby: Simple is best. Nar: They were also risking their lives, driven by their goal to defeat the boss. Gio: This guy has no weak point when it comes to ice! Nara: H-Hell, yeah! He's a capo! Nara: Bucciarati's finally a capo! Mista: But the ball suddenly started rolling as soon as this newbie Giorno joined. mistA: Is he some kind of lucky boy or something? Abba: Watch your mouth, you bastard. Abba: Even if I was the one currently being attcked instead of Fugo, Abba: I would want you guys to abandon me. Gio: I beg your pardon... JoJo-main: ,but I don't believe that's true! Gio: We should risk our lives and save him! JoJo-main: ,Golden Wind! Nar: Through their mission to keep Trish safe, the members of Bucciarati's team Nar: started opening up to Giorno. Fugo: He comes up with the most insane ideas and pulls them off... Fugo: And there's something I can trust behind that. Fugo: It's not something that's spoken. Fugo: He has true loyalty within him! Fugo: Just like Bucciarati did back then! Fugo: Giorno! You have my utmost respect after risking your life! Mista: Recently, I... started noticing... Mista: that despite Giorno Giovanna... Mista: being a newbie... Mista: things always seem... JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to play out exactly how he says. Mista: The resolve I showed just now was also partly Giorno's. Mista: It was making its way into my heart before I even realized it. Mista: It almost feels like he's my capo, even more so than Bucciarati, Mista: and he kept me moving. Gio: Your resolve is shining upon the path, Gio: even brighter than this rising sun. Gio: And it's shining on the path... Gio: that we're meant to take! Bruno: I know. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's our chance to find out who the boss really is. Bruno: I'll find him, no matter what. JoJo-main: ,Could you give me that charm to wish me good luck on this final mission? Bruno: Ladybugs are considered sun bugs. Bruno: They're symbols of life, right? Bruno: They're good luck charms, right? Gio: Yes. Ladybugs bring good luck. Trish: I wonder... if I'll be able to like my father. Bruno: No family worries about that. Bruno: We're almost to the top. Bruno: Wh-What?! Bruno: No... It can't be! Bruno: Could the boss... Bruno: In order to make sure he stays completely invisible... Bruno: Did he have us protect his daughter Bruno: in order to ensure that he could finish off his daughter himself?! Bruno: A father did this to his innocent daughter, JoJo-main: ,all to cover his own ass?! Bruno: This is unforgivable! JoJo-main: ,You have once again betrayed my heart! Bruno: Boss, I was just going to seek out your true identity, JoJo-main: ,but the plan's changed. Bruno: I'm going to get rid of you right now! Boss: What about Trish? Boss: My daughter has nothing to do with you. Bruno: You could never understand my true feelings! Giorno: Bucciarati! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Something is wrong! JoJo-main: ,Zipper Man! Bruno: The one who was in the pillar's shadow... Bruno: was me! Boss: I decided to show you... as a parting gift. Boss: I erased time and leapt past it. Boss: I don't care who it is. JoJo-main: ,I will not allow anyone to thrat my throne, no matter what. Boss: Bucciarati, your mission to act as Trish's bodyguard Boss: has now come to an end. Nar: After meeting Giorno, Bucciarati decided to make a wager on his golden dream. Nar: Their path is likely to be filled with even more hardships.	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x21.5 - Determination"}	foreverdreaming
Nar: Giorno Giovanna meets Bruno Bucciarati and joins his crew. Rumble,Sfx: Bagyah Nar: Under the boss's orders, Sfx: Boom Nar: his team acts as bodyguards for the boss's daughter Trish, Nar: but this causes them to be targeted by several enemies. Nar: Let us follow their path to the present by looking back on their battles thus far. Nar: Giorno and Bucciarati's encounter began with a battle. Bruno: You see... I can tell if people are telling the truth or not. Bruno: No one knows why Leaky Eye Luca was at the airport. Bruno: Did you happen to run into Leaky Eye Luca at the airport? Giorno: No. I don't know who you're talking about. Bruno: This taste... is the taste of someone who's lying, Giorno Giovanna! Bruno: Does your head feel wobbly, as if it's about to fall off? Bruno: Though I'm pretty sure you have no idea what I've done to you. Giorno: My body has a zipper?! Gold: Useless! Bagyah,Sfx: Bagyah Bruno: What?! Bruno: So you're the one who attcked Luca! Bruno: Take this, Giorno Giovanna! Bruno: I just thought I was moving with incredible power... Bruno: But my body's actually still over there, JoJo-main: ,and my consciousness just jumped out, and that's what's over here? Bruno: Crap! Bruno: I-It hurts! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,A very sharp pain is gradually hitting me! Bruno: I'm ending you right now! Bruno: Unbelievable... Giorno: Golden Wind! Bruno: I-It's happening again! Bruno: I'll probably die from the shock of the pain! Bruno: Don't! Bruno: Stop! Giorno: I plan on defeating your boss and taking over this city. Giorno: Bucciarati, JoJo-main: ,I'm going to become a gng-Star! Polpo: What do you think is the most important thing nar: In order to join the organization, Giorno meets with the capo Polpo. JoJo-main: ,when it comes to choosing someone? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Giorno is tasked with carrying around a lighter without letting its flame go out, JoJo-main: ,That's trust, Giorno Giovanna. Nar: and ends up fighting Polpo's Stand, Shadow Sabbath. Polpo: This test is all about seeing how trustworthy you are... Polpo: with this lighter's flame. Giorno: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream! Giorno: And to take my first step toward that dream, Giorno: I have to protect this flame, no matter what! Giorno: This isn't good. Black: You relit the lighter, too, didn't you? Black: I'll give you one more chance. You have two possible paths... Giorno: I've got no choice! Giorno: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! JoJo-main: ,All movements will look slow. Giorno: I have to find it before the slowed-time effect wears off, Giorno: or it'll attck me again. Giorno: What?! Giorno: F-From within the shadows?! Sh-Shit! Giorno: Its movements are slower, but it's still just as powerful! Giorno: I can't move at all! Giorno: The sun's going to set on the other side of the school soon. Giorno: Once that happens, I'll have nowhere to run. Koichi: What are you doing, Giorno Giovanna?! Giorno: Koichi! Koichi: I was watching from the window! Giorno: You were... watching? Giorno: Then... did you see the lighter being relit, too? Koichi: Huh? Giorno: Don't step into the handrail's shadow, Koichi! Giorno: Get out of the shadows! Black: You saw the lighter being relit, didn't you? Black: You have two possible paths. Giorno: Golden Wind! Giorno: It hurts so much... JoJo-main: ,This hurts like hell, but now... Giorno: it looks like I was able to drag you out into the sunlight. Koichi: I-It's gone! Black: I've got you! Giorno: Wh-What?! Koichi: The crows! Koichi: It hid in the shadows of those crows and moved over there in them! Giorno: While in the shadows, its power and speed are much higher! Koichi: Act ! Freeze! Giorno: It's strong... JoJo-main: ,It's determined to not let go, no matter what. Black: You have two possible paths... Koichi: Act ! Undo Freeze... Giorno: No. Giorno: Don't do that, Koichi. Giorno: This ability that makes things heavier... Don't you dare undo it. Giorno: This is perfect. Giorno: This is exactly the ability that I was looking for! Koichi: But your leg's going to shatter! Giorno: Golden Wind is an ability that continuously gives life, Giorno: so that tree continued to grow, lived the extent of its life, JoJo-main: ,and is now starting to wither. Koichi: So you got to the tree's roots by digging that hole! Bam,Sfx: Bam Giorno: You told me there were two paths, Giorno: but sadly, you only have one. Giorno: Koichi, could you move to the right a little? Koichi: Huh? Like this? Giorno: Hmm... Giorno: Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Giorno: Bask in the sunlight. Giorno: That's it. Giorno: That's your one possible path. Giorno: Still, I have to wonder JoJo-main: ,if I'm going to be able to join the gng now. Polpo: If the most important thing in this world is trust, Polpo: the most despicable thing you can do is insult someone. JoJo-main: ,I will risk my life over being insulted. Polpo: I believe that God forgives even mrder. Polpo: Don't forget that. Polpo: Congratulations! I will allow you to enter the organization. Polpo: What was that noise? Polpo: Well, whatever. Giorno: When someone insults you, even mrder is forgivable? Giorno: I see. What you told me is very important. Giorno: You insulted that innocent old man's life. Giorno: You should savor your last meal as best you can. nar: Polpo, who died, had a hidden fortune that he kept secret even from the organization. Bruno: The capo Polpo committed su1c1de. Mista: What? su1c1de?! Polpo did? nar: Bucciarati proclaims that he was ordered by Polpo to hide his fortune for him. Nara: No way! Fugo: But why? Bruno: Polpo actually has a secret fortune. nar: Now that the crew is together, our story greatly changes. Bruno: It's worth... Bruno: ten billion lire! Bruno: With that money, we can claim the rank of capo! Nara: A-Awesome! Bruno: No one can find out before we secure the money. nar: Members of the organization who heard about Polpo's fortune Nara: B-Bucciarati! Bruno: Hey! Something's wrong! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,attck the crew one after another. Mista: If you're just fooling around and hiding... Hup! Mista: Hurry up and answer us! Fugo: Mista? Bruno: It can't be... Fugo: Come on, Mista! Fugo: Why are you messing around now— Bruno: Hey, Fugo! Abba: What? Bruno: There's someone hiding somewhere on this boat! Giorno: If we get close without figuring out the mystery, we're going to get kil— Abba: Shut your mouth! Abba: You stupid little brat... Giorno: I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream. Abba: What are you talking about? Giorno: You can solve the mystery, right? Giorno: I'm counting on you! Bruno: Giorno! Bruno: What the hell are you doing?! Crunch,Sfx: Roar Bruno: G-Giorno! Bruno: Giorno's in trouble! Abba: Giorno Giovanna... You're one crazy bastard. Abba: All this to prove yourself... Abba: What the hell is wrong with you? Abba: Moody Jazz! Abba: Does Narancia from five minutes ago work? Bruno: Yeah. That should be fine. Bruno: Let's get behind Narancia. Bruno: He's about to be attcked! Bruno: L-Look! It's the same wound Giorno had! Sfx: Roar! Bruno: It's coming! Bruno: He's deflating like a balloon losing air! Abba: The pipes! Cut through them and get them outta there! Bruno: Zipper Man! Bruno: Th-They're not there! Abba: It's right around there. Bruno: Right around where? Abba: I'm telling you, right where you opened up! Abba: My Moody Jazz is definitely right there! Abba: Impossible... It's definitely right here. Abba: Does this mean there's a mystery we haven't solved yet? Abba: That Giorno Giovanna, whom I hate, told me to solve this mystery. Abba: He's an annoying little brat, Abba: but I'm going to solve it! Abba: There's one more mystery surrounding this enemy. Abba: I'm finally starting to see it. Abba: I'll solve this and kll that bastard! Abba: That awkward feeling I got when I saw the mast... Abba: Back then... Sfx: Bzzzzzz Bruno: It's right there! Call back your Stand! Abba: I've figured out the other mystery! Bruno: Abbacchio... Abba: kll him... Bucciarati! Abba: This mystery... Abba: The place the enemy's hiding... Bruno: You're being dragged in! Grab on to me! Bruno: Damn it! Bruno: He's not there... Bruno: Where did he go? Bruno: I didn't punch the deck earlier to find where Abbacchio was. Bruno: It was to put a hole in the bottom of the boat. Mario: A h-hole?! Bruno: I know where you are, so if you don't wanna drown, Bruno: you'd best come out. Bruno: There were two boats! Baaaaaa,Sfx: Bwaaaaa Fwip,Sfx: Fwip Bruno: You're way too slow. Pop,Sfx: Pop Gio: Mista! He's already on the radio! nar: The enemy beats Giorno and the others to Capri, where the fortune is hidden. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,In order to launch a surprise attck, Giorno and Mista get off the boat bllts: sht! Bazoo,Sfx: Bazoo JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and land on the island. Mista: Eat lead! Sale: O-Ow! Mista: I'm going to aim properly this time, damn it! Mista: How could I say something so lame?! Mista: That's not what I meant! Mista: I was supposed to ask how that bastard didn't die Mista: after I sht him in the head! Mista: Shit. I need to reload! Mista: Wh-What the?! Mista: Y-You're kidding me!My left hand won't let go! Mista: Whoa! Sale: I told you because you won't be able to reload JoJo-main: ,with your left hand stuck to the truck. Mista: His ability is to fix something he's touched into place. bllts: Hell yeah! Mista: Four bllts? Mista: What the hell's going on? JoJo-main: ,I only have four bllts! bllet: Four is unlucky. Five: Don't put all four in there. It'll just be bad luck. Sale: Just gotta tap it slightly with my finger... Sale: Even if it's just slightly, if I tap it over and over, Sale: it'll just keep building up force in the place where it's affixed. Sale: I can't ht it too hard. Sale: It'll throw off my aim, and my enemy will figure out which way it's going to fly. Sale: And then... I let it loose! Bam,Sfx: Bam Mista: What?! Mista: This really sucks... Mista: Talk about bad luck. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Four is always the absolute worst for me. Mista: Still, other than that, it's a good number. Mista: I only have one bllet left, but this means the worst is over, right? Mista: Now the number's one, damn it! Seven: Number ! Number ! Group up! Seven: We're all gonna group up on this last sht! Seven: This is the the last of them, so give it your all! All: Yeah! Mista: If I told you that I only have one bllet left in this chamber, would you believe me? Mista: I'm telling you the truth. JoJo-main: ,I only have one bllet left. Sale: What are you pointlessly rambling on about, Mista? Mista: You're definitely going to let your guard down JoJo-main: ,now that you know I only have one bllet left. Five: He's gonna use his Stand! Seven: Leave it to me! Seven: Let's go! We only have one target! JoJo-main: ,Give it your all! Sale: You're aiming for the inside of my mouth. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Am I wrong? Five: He opened his mouth on his own! Six: He's not going to defend himself! Seven: We'll just have to charge right in! Sale: I knew it. Sale: It looks like you weren't lying about that being your last bllet. Sale: I see you're not sh*ting again. Sale: You done now, Mista? Sale: If you're finished... Sale: The launching power on this baby... Sale: is more than ready, Mista! Sale: I win! Take this! Release! One: He really did let down his guard. Six: He let his guard down because Mista was out of bllts! Seven: We just wanted to get closer to him, Seven: because the closer we get, the better we can aim! Sale: Wh-What?! One: Here we go, boys! One: Aim! Sale: Arts & Crafts! Defend! Sale: The bllet split in two?! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,He's aiming for that! Sale: That's— bllts: We did it! bllts: Yes! bllts: Yes! Mista: Come on, Number . JoJo-main: ,I keep telling you to not bully Number , jeez... Nar: After an intense battle, Giorno and the others successfully retrieve the fortune. Mista: Bucciarati, where is it? Fugo: All I see are urinals... Nar: They give that money to the organization, and Bucciarati becomes a capo. Plop,Sfx: Plop Abba: I-It was inside the urinal?! Mista: I mean, that's as safe as it gets, but... JoJo-main: ,Sucks to be the guys who've been peeing there this whole time! Peri: Yup... It's real. Peri: The reality this fortune shows us is that the owner is intelligent and trustworthy. Peri: Congratulations, Bucciarati. JoJo-main: ,You've been promoted to the position of capo. Nara: H-Hell, yeah! He's a capo! Nara: Bucciarati's finally a capo! Nar: They were then given an order from the boss through the capo Pericolo. Peri: Of course, you'll be taking on any jobs that Polpo had, Bucciarati. Nar: Their mission was to act as bodyguards for Trish, the boss's daughter. Peri: You'll be guarding the boss's daughter,and risking your lives doing so. Peri: That's all. Nara: Daughter? Nar: Because Trish cannot appear in public, Narancia ends up going shopping for her. Form: Anything cut by my Tiny Feet becomes small. Form: It does take a little while for the ability to go into effect, though. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's then that he's attcked by Formaggio, JoJo-internal/narrator: ,one of the members of the Hitman Team that's trying to overthrow the boss. Form: Look at those creepy little shits... Nara: The same movement... JoJo-main: ,All of them are moving the same way, Nara: but there's only one rat who's breathing really hard... Nara: Yes! A clean sht! Form: Th-That was close... Form: If I hadn't returned to my normal size, I would've been done for! Nara: I-I didn't get him! Nara: Did I become so small that Li'l bmb's power also shrank? Form: What?! Nara: Damn it! Nara: I'll just make them bigger! Form: Tiny Feet! Fugo: Who's going to fight him?! Nar: Next, they head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park as instructed by the boss, Abba: Hold on, Fugo. I have no idea what you're talking about. JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and Fugo is pulled into the world of mirrors by another member of the Hitman Team, Illuso. Gio: Is something wrong with the mirror? Fugo: This isn't good! He's going to attck! Fugo: Get away from the mirror! Fugo: What? Fugo: Giorno! Abbacchio! Abba: When Purple Smoke uses its fists, no one can stay nearby. Nar: But then, Fugo's terrifying Stand ability, feared by even his friends, is revealed. Illuso: What the hell is with these corpses? Abba: It's a kller virus. Abba: That's Fugo's Stand, Purple Smoke's ability. Gio: A virus? Abba: Look at its hand. Abba: When it hits something with its fist, that capsule breaks open, Abba: and the virus comes spilling out! Abba: It infects its host within thirty seconds, then kills them instantly. Abba: And once the virus spreads, it doesn't matter who's nearby, be they friend or foe. Abba: I knew it... Fugo's unable to control it. Illu: You're finished. Take this! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Even more powerful enemies are bound to attck Giorno and the others in the future! JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Will Giorno and the others successfully be able to protect Trish JoJo-internal/narrator: ,and carry out the boss's orders? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Also, will Giorno and Bucciarati be able to achieve their true goal? JoJo-internal/narrator: ,The journey has only just g*n for Giorno and his friends!	{"type": "series", "show": "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", "episode": "04x13.5 - The Beginning of Golden Wind"}	foreverdreaming
[ indistinct conversations ] ♪ ♪ Raylan: The airport's a good 45 from here, but I figure you'll be all right if you leave in the next two minutes. Well, correct me if I'm wrong, my friend, but you gave me till 2:15, right? Raylan: Yeah. Now you have two minutes. [ sighs ] You know, I... I... I been coming here ever since I was a kid, ever since this was nothing but old Jews and old Cubans. And to tell you the truth, I love it here. I really do. I loved it then, and I love it now. So I'm not gonna leave, so have a meal with me, okay? You hungry? Um, I swear, you pass up... These are the best crab cakes in town, I swear to god, much better than that crap we were eating in Managua. Remember that? I don't know if that was Mexican, Puerto Rican. I don't know what it was, but it was crap. Remember? I hated it. Raylan: I didn't mind it. I had some pork dish I quite liked. One minute. But a second ago, you said two minutes. What... what's going on here? Raylan: Time flies, huh? [ laughs ] You. You're a character. I was telling my friends this morning how yesterday you come to me and, "if you don't get out Of town in 24 hours, I'm gonna sh*t you on sight." Come on. What is that? They thought it was a joke. They started laughing. Raylan: You tell them about the man you klled, the way you did it? 'cause I found nothing funny in that. Then maybe I should've klled you, huh? Maybe I made a mistake. Raylan: Well, we all have regrets. Cut me a little slack here, Okay? Does nothing count, that I let you live? Raylan: Oh, I'm giving you the same consideration right now. You can get up and go. 30 seconds. So, what are you gonna do? In front of all these people, you're gonna pull out a gn and you're gonna sht an unarmed man? Raylan: You're unarmed, huh? Hey, you got eyes. You see a piece on me? Raylan: 20 seconds. Okay. Raylan: 10. You know what? Seriously, you come in, you interrupt my meal, you won't eat with me. This is bullshit. This is supreme bullshit. [ gasps ] En route, 56. A 240 occurred approximately 10 minutes ago. A white male, approximately 40 years old, exited apartment building at 3445 south miami avenue on foot. U.S. Attorney's gonna have a lot of questions. Raylan: Nothing I can't answer. They might think that you cornered him, didn't give him a choice. Raylan: Oh, he had a choice. How's the hat, hmm? I was wondering if it shrunk, you know, got a little too tight, you took it off your head, and now you're suffering from sunstroke. You do know that we're not Allowed to sht people on sight anymore... Raylan: I didn't. ...And haven't been for, I Don't know, maybe years? Raylan: He pulled first. It's not about who pulled first. [ clears throat ] You remember the meth head last year, the one who pulled a gn? That ended up on what, page nine? This... this bullshit... this is gonna be on the nightly news. D.O.J. Inquiry number 359826 Into the shting death of Thomas francis buckley on March 3, 2010, in miami, Florida. Would you like to make a statement? the marshal's office has Conducted an internal investigation of the proceedings that occurred at the hotel in Question on... Raylan: Dan. Come on, let's just keep it Simple, huh? He pulled first. I sht him. [ sighs ] Raylan: Well, I thought that went well. You thought that went well? I got a phone call this morning from the director. Before that, the director got a phone call from the A.G. Let me put it to you this way. The weather forecast is for a shitload of shit raining down on this office from washington. I'm gonna reassign you. Raylan: Prison transport? no, I'm getting you out of Dodge. They need manpower in the Eastern district of Kentucky. I talked to the chief of the District, Art Mullen... said you Guys taught firearms together at Glynco. Raylan: No, no, dan, I grew up in Kentucky. I don't want to go back there. Well, then, we have a problem, because you don't want to go back to Kentucky, and you cannot, under any circumstances, stay here. Got any other skills? [ car door closes ] Flight number 167 from St. Louis is now arriving at Gate number 8. You may greet your passengers if they... Raylan: [ sighs ] Art: A bit of a comedown from the miami office, I'd expect. Raylan: Oh, not with you here. Art: [ laughs ] Good to see you. Well, I won't overwhelm you with everybody's name right now. You want to go have a drink? Raylan: Sounds good. Art: Follow me, and I'll pack up, and we'll go. You look the same as you did at Glynco... same coat, same boots. Raylan: The boots are fairly new. Art: Don't tell me that hat Is. Raylan: No, it's old. Art: Have a seat. You were working fugitives in Miami, huh? Raylan: Yeah, I did. Art: Yeah, well, here, everybody does everything... Fugitives, witness relocation, Judicial protection, Forfeitures, prisoner transport. Boy, every office I ever worked in, prisoner transport was the shit detail... chief always used it as punishment. But here we all do it. Raylan: Even you? Art: No. Hell no. I heard about you and Winona. Raylan: From who? Art: Winona. She works here. Raylan: In Lexington? Art: In the courthouse... She's a court reporter. Raylan: Well, I... I knew she was coming back to Kentucky. I think her mom took ill. Art: Well, I thought that was why you picked Kentucky. Raylan: Art, no offense... I didn't pick Kentucky. Art: [ laughs ] Yeah, I talked to your marshal down there in miami. Tell me about the shting. Raylan: It was justified. You concerned about me coming Down here? Art: It's a small office, Raylan. I'm concerned when we switch brands of coffee. Is your dad still down there in Harlan? Raylan: Far as I know. Art: Thought you were from There. Reason I ask... the u.S. Attorney's trying to build this case against this guy in Harlan. And he's about the same age as You, it's a small town, thought You might know him... Boyd crowder. Raylan: My god, Art, any other shit you want to dump on me tonight? Art: You do know him. Raylan: Yeah, I know him. Yeah, Boyd and I dug coal together when we were 19. well, Boyd, what do you think? Boyd: Well, Jared, I think it sucks. What? Why? Boyd: I appreciate the sentiment, wanting to go after a Federal building under construction. But, you see, we'd need us a whole box of emulex to bring that down, and that's... that's if you got cuts in the steel. And all we got's a rocket launcher. And impressive as that is, the only thing it's gonna do is knock some shit around. Don't you worry about it. We'll just go to plan "b." plan "b"? oh, yeah. Yeah, there's always a plan "b." [ tires screech ] Now, it used to be a couple of Crackers in an S.U.V. would set the jungle on edge. These surely are end times. All right, this is it right here. Let's sht straight up here, make a right. [ laughter ] [ indistinct conversation ] This is good right here. [ tires screech ] Well, I believe we can take her from here. What, you gonna blow up that Church? Boyd! There's people on the streets. They're gonna see us. They're gonna I.D. my car. Boyd: You worried about your Car? you know, I just crushed... Boyd: fre in the hole! move! Move! Aah! [ breathing heavily ] Raylan: Boyd became a powder man. He'd crawl down the hole with his case of emulex 520, come out Stringing wire, call out "fre In the hole" to clear the shaft. She'd blow, and we'd go back in, dig out the pieces. We weren't what you'd call buddies, but you work a deep mine with a man, you look out for each other. Art: Well, after that, he Joined the army, and he went to Kuwait for desert storm, and When he came back, after a Couple years, he quit paying his Taxes, claimed that he was a Sovereign citizen, and so U.S. Attorneys sent him down to Alderson. That's where he got involved with the patriot movement and the white-supremacy bullshit, got them making horseshit bmb, you know, fertilizer and fuel oil. They'll come into a town like Somerset, and they'll blow up a car. And then while the cops are busy, they'll go rob a bank. Raylan: Saw that in a Steve mcqueen movie. Art: Yeah, well, these guys ain't movie actors. Did he change much? Raylan: Other than the fact he's now a rcist asshle. Art: [ chuckles ] Raylan: He's lost some hair, but that's about it. [ crickets chirping ] Boyd: How come you didn't want to blow up that church? I told you. I didn't want them to I.D. my car. Boyd: I got to thinking that maybe you had an aversion to hurting people. [ laughs ] Hell no. Boyd: Yeah, well, I also got to thinking that a building under construction might just be the kind of innocuous target... You know what that means? That means harmless. Huh? Boyd: It might just be the kind of harmless target that the Federal bureau of imperialism might be willing to sacrifice in order to get somebody deep in the movement. You think I'm a snitch? Boyd: All I know is you don't have any tattoos, you keep rubbing that head like you don't think that hair's gonna grow back. You think I'm a snitch 'cause I rub my head? Boyd: I mean, you understand Where I'm coming from, right? I mean, you come out here from Oklahoma... No. Boyd: ...Full of piss and vinegar, talking about how you were tired of spray-painting Synagogues, saying you want to blow some shit up. Hey! You don't believe me, you check it out. Why don't you call oklahoma? Boyd: Oh, we are. Devil's doing it as we speak. Yeah. You'll see, Boyd. I ain't no snitch. Boyd: Yeah, well, like you Said, we'll see. [ telephone rings ] Right there. Hey. Turn that shit off. Why don't you eat my ass? Hey, how'd it go? Out of the way. Get over. I'm going. Boyd: The primary was a waste of time, but took care of the secondary just fine. Where you at? Boyd: East of 75 on Tates creek road. Oh, hey. We got a call from oklahoma. Jared checks out. Boyd: Oh? how'd he do? Boyd: [ sighs ] I had to let jared go. Oh. Was it 'cause you didn't trust him or you just didn't like him much? Boyd: Probably a little bit of both. I am gonna need you to pick me up, though. [ music plays on radio ] I will show that my client did not engage in fraud. A report by a forensic accountant will show that any anomalies are due entirely to a misentering of amounts, a common bookkeeping error, and by no means fraud. Thank you, counselor. Will the prosecution please approach the jury? thank you, your honor. [ cellphone buzzes ] It might seem like a simple technical mistake, but the state Will prove there was malicious intent... Raylan: One second. ...Coordinated with the co-defendants on January... Raylan: Sorry. I was in the courthouse. I'll be up in a minute. Tates creek road. I think I know where that is. [ indistinct conversation ] Art: County sheriff's deputy found it just after dawn. Name's jared hale. Bureau has him listed as some kind of aryan knight, oklahoma driver's license and registration. Raylan: You got him connected to Boyd? Art: Mm, so far, tenuously. I talked to his sister in tulsa, and she said that he came to Kentucky to hook up with some commandos. Now, that's probably the mrder wapon. It's recently been fired. There's no prints on it. In fact, the whole vehicle's clean, except for this. Now, do you know what that is? Raylan: Mnh-mnh. Art: I didn't, either. That is the cap that goes on the end of a rocket launcher. Raylan: No shit. Art: Mm-hmm. Last night in lexington, we had a church bmb. And the feeb says that whoever did it used a rocket launcher. [ indistinct conversations ] We got to reroute this traffic here. Tim: Yeah, all the wits say the same. Two white males drove up in a dark S.U.V. They parked at that corner by the curb. One male got out with what Looked like a bazooka. He said a few words and then fired at the church. Raylan: What did he say, the fella that got out of the S.U.V.? Raylan: One said it was "liars and hos." Another heard "time to go." My favorite's "heidi heidi heidi Ho." Raylan: Maybe we should put out an apb out on cab calloway. Tim: I think he's dad. Raylan: Then he should be easy to find. Rachel: The pastor had it different. He heard the man say, "fre in the hole." you know what? Why don't you just go just do your job? Art: Did the good pastor say he got a good look at the sh*t? Rachel: He says no. Art: I bet if we put Crowder in a lineup and told the pastor that the trigger man was there, it might jog his memory. Rachel, why don't you go ask our old friend if he'll have a word with us? Be nice. Rachel: When am I ever not nice? Tim: You think fandi's gonna want to cooperate? Art: Fandi is Ethiopian by way of Jamaica by way of being completely full of shit. The temple of the cool and beautiful J.C. was one of those Churches that claims that marijuana is a sacramental herb. It is protected by the Constitution. Rachel: The constitution of dope sellers? 'cause selling ganja to kids means you're a drug dealer. Art: I could've sworn I told Her to be nice. Pastor fandi, if I could just talk to you for just one moment... no, you could not. Raylan: I saw peter tosh once. You assume 'cause I'm black and have a Jamaican accent, I like reggae? Raylan: People assume a lot about me. It's the way of the world. How was he, peter tosh? Raylan: Uh... It was not my taste, but the girl I was chasing loved him. And I let her stay till the encore before I took her off to Jail. What do you want? [ chuckles ] That was a close one. I felt the air move. Dewey: Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd: What's all the fuss? They out of velveeta? Dewey: Your brother got sht. Boyd: What? Where? Dewey: At his house. Boyd: No, dumb-ass, where on his body? Dewey: I don't know. Boyd: Well, is it serious? Dewey: Oh, yeah. He's dad. Tim: Did you know Bowman Crowder, Boyd's brother? Raylan: Sort of. Star running back in high School. Boyd was always saying Bowman Had the goods to go pro. I was never that sure. Tim: You remember the girl he married, Ava? Raylan: Well, if it's the Same one, she lived down the Street. She's married to Bowman? Tim: She was. She ended the union last night with a .30-06, plugged him right through the heart. Raylan: Hmm. Tim: That's the sheriff's Report. She admits shting him, says She got tired of Bowman getting drunk and beating her. Art: She still in custody? Tim: She was arraigned 10 minutes ago, R.O.R. Art: Mm. Did you talk to her? Tim: I did. I told her, given Boyd's reputation, he's probably gonna come looking for her. She said it's none of our business. I told her it is if he sht her. Art: We should go talk to her again. Is that the address? Tim: Yeah, but good luck on finding it. I tried to map it, got nothing. Art: Well, I guess some places haven't been entered into the system, like north korea and Raylan's hometown. Raylan: I know where it is. And the dangerous thing about the word of faith is it puts the Believer in the driver's seat. And it puts god and his will and his plan for your life in the back. Ava: Oh, my god. Raylan. Raylan: You remember me, huh? Ava: Oh. I never forgot you. I had a crush on you from the time I was 12 years old. I knew you liked me, but you didn't want to show it. Raylan: You were too young. Ava: I was 16 when you left. I heard you got married. Are you still? Raylan: Turned out to be a mistake. Ava: Mm. Want to talk about mistakes? I told Bowman I wanted a divorce. He goes, "you file, you'll never be seen again." He said I'd disappear from the face of the earth. Do you want a drink? Raylan: I'd love one. Now I'd like to do a reading from deuteronomy. Ava: I married him a year out of high school 'cause he was cute, he was sure of himself, and he told me he'd never work in a gddmn coal mine. He'd wear the blue and white of the university of Kentucky, and then he'd get drafted by a pro team. He wouldn't mind the cowboys. What do you want in yours? I got diet coca-cola, rc cola, Dr pepper. Raylan: Just ice. Ava: I ever forget to fill The trays, Bowman would start slapping me. "what's wrong with you? Don't you know how to keep House?" And that all started as soon as He realized he was never getting out of Harlan. He blamed it on me, said it was My fault he had to dig coal. It was my fault that I had a miscarriage after he bat me with his belt and he didn't have a son to take hunting with him and his creepy brother, Boyd. Last time he ht me was because I called his brother creepy to his face. Well, he kept after me with that belt till I fell and I ht my head on the stove. I got up off that floor knowing that he was never gonna ht me again. The next night, he came in, I had his favorite supper on the table... ham and yams and cream-style corn and leftover Okra fixed with tomatoes. I waited till he was shoveling food in his face. Then I got his deer rfle from the kitchen closet. And I went in there, and I did what I had to do. I just finished cleaning up. I had to scrub the wall with Lysol, you know, to get the Stain off of it. Lysol's the best cleaning product you can buy. I still got a knot where I fell and I ht my head on the stove. You want to feel it? Dear lord, my hair's a mess. You close your eyes. I don't want you to see me like this. Raylan... the minute you walked in, I knew everything was gonna be all right. I was right about you. Raylan: About what? Ava: Having a crush on you. You're a good kisser. Raylan: I was thinking we'd have to stop doing that. Ava: Why? Raylan: Well, this isn't a social call, Ava. Came down to Harlan on business. Ava: Well, you tell me all about your business when I get out of the shower. Dewey: Well, who the hell are you, the undertaker? Raylan: I might be undertaking a situation here. Let me see your chest. You buy that necklace or poach The gator and yank her teeth Out? Dewey: I sht her and ate her Tail. Raylan: That would put you in Florida, around lake okeechobee. Dewey: Belle glade. Who are you? Raylan: Raylan givens. I'm a deputy... United states marshal. You mind telling me who you are? You know your name, don't you? Dewey: I'm Dewey. Dewey Crowe. Raylan: I sent a boy to Starke from belle glade, fella named Dale Crowe Jr. Dewey: He's my kin. Raylan: Huh. What are you doing here, Mr. Crowe? Dewey: I come to take Ava someplace. Ava! Raylan: Hold on. Let me tell you something. You don't walk into a person's House unless you're invited. What you better do is go on Outside, you knock on the door. Ava wants to see you, I'll let You in. She don't, and you can be on Your way. Dewey: Well, all right. I'm gonna go out. And then I'm coming back in. Raylan: [ sighs ] Mr. Crowe. You better hold on there a sec while I explain something to you. [ sighs ] I want you to understand. I don't pull my sidearm unless I'm gonna sh*t to kll. That's its purpose, huh, to kll, so it's how I use it. I want you to think about that before you act and it's too late. Dewey: Jesus christ, I got a gn pointed right at you. Raylan: Can you rack in a load before I put a hole through you? Where'd you want to take Ava? Dewey: Man, I don't understand you. Raylan: Boyd want to see her? Dewey: It's none of your business. Raylan: You know Boyd and I were buddies? We dug coal and drank beer together. In fact, you see him, you tell him I'm in Harlan, all right? Hey, if I was you, I'd give up this nzi bullshit, go back to poaching gators... safer. Dewey: Next time I see you, I'm gonna... [ horn honks ] [ groans ] Raylan: You tell Boyd his old buddy wants to see him... Raylan givens. [ sirens wailing ] Boyd: Only reason I don't take Ava out and sht her... 'cause I see she had no choice in what she done. I mean, don't get me wrong. I loved my brother. But you knew Bowman. You knew how he could get. And that woman, she showed some spunk... you think about it... Doing what she did. And then there's the bible. In the bible, it says that a man should see to the needs of his brother's widow, and intend to do that. Well, they sure are taking their sweet time. Boyd: Hey, let me ask you something. Shouldn't we have our money from your boys in lexington by now? Uh, I'll give them a call. Don't worry. They're good for it. Boyd: Yeah, you damn right They're good for it, 'cause if they ain't good for it, I'll go down there and blow their shit up, too. [ gn ] Whoa! Hey! Come on. Come on. Let's go! Boyd: Right now? Yeah, right now! Boyd: Right now? Right now? come on, let's go! Boyd: [ laughs ] Whoo! [ tires screech ] [ gn ] Ava: Who was that? Raylan: Dewey Crowe. Ava: Oh, the one with the "heil htler" on his neck? He was one of Bowman's buddies. Raylan: You haven't seen Boyd, I mean, since? Ava: No. But he'll be after me, I know. He's been after me. Raylan: Yeah, that's why we want to keep an eye on you. You know I'm... I'm with the Marshal's service. Ava: I believe your mother Told me before she passed. You been to see your father? Raylan: [ sighs ] Mm. Ava: Are you looking for Boyd? Raylan: We are. But we have to catch him in the act... robbing a bank, blwing up a church... Making an attempt on your life. Ava: Mine? Raylan: You said yourself He'll be coming after you. Ava: [ chuckles ] Raylan, Boyd don't want to sht Me. He wants to...You know, go to bed with me. [ chuckles ] You want me to help you catch him? Raylan: Um, maybe you could Just get him to talk to me. Ava: I could do that. Raylan: You know where he is? Ava: I do. Raylan: And did you want to tell me? Ava: [ chuckles ] What do I get if I do? ♪ ♪ Hey. Who you know drives a town car? Boyd: Look at you... a suit, a necktie, looking good, looking Like a lawman. Hmm. Now, see, this is how you wear a hat, all casual, not down on your gddmn ears like you do. I heard you called on Ava. My boy Dewey said he had to run you off. Raylan: You believe that? Boyd: Not if you say it ain't so. Yeah, I'll take care of him. Boyd: Devil, get us a jar and two glasses. This party's just for Raylan and me. Go on. He just got his release, so he's feeling a little itchy. Raylan: I can tell. Boyd: [ chuckles ] Old times. Raylan: Whoa. Boyd: [ laughs ] You been gone too long. Raylan: God damn. Boyd: So, what... what was life like in florida? Raylan: Just as advertised... Sunny and hot. Boyd: You know, I just don't think I could take me a place so flat. You seen your daddy yet? Raylan: No, not yet. Boyd: Boy, he was a wild man back in his day, wasn't he? What was that scam he had going back in the early '90s... Stealing mining machinery, selling it to the colombians, getting paid in cocaine... you remember that? Raylan: Guess I was gone by then. How's your daddy? Boyd: I suspect you know how my daddy is. Yeah, all those days, good and bad, they all long gone now. Everything's changed. It's all changed. Mining's changed. No more following a seam Underground. Cheaper to take the tops off mountains and let the slag run down and ruin the creeks. Hey, you remember the picket Lines, don't you? Raylan: Yeah. Boyd: Courts backing the Company scabs and gn thugs. Hmm. Whose side you think the Government's always been on, Raylan, us or people with money? And who do you think controls that money? Who do you think wants to mongrelize the world? Raylan: Who? Boyd: The Jews. Raylan: Boyd... You know any Jews? Boyd: See...I recruit skins. They don't know no more than you Do. And I have to teach them that we have a... a moral obligation to get rid of the Jews. See, it was in the bible. Raylan: W-where? Boyd: In the beginning. It's part of creation. See, in the beginning, right, you had your mud people. Now, they were also referred to as beasts because they had no Souls. See, they were soulless. And then cain... now, you remember cain, now? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Well, cain... he laid down with the mud people, and out of these fornications came the edomites. Now, do you know who the Edomites are? Raylan: Who? Boyd: They're the Jews, Raylan. Raylan: You're serious? Boyd: Read your bible as interpreted by experts. [ laughter ] Raylan: Oh, you know, Boyd, I think you just use the bible to do whatever the hell you Like. Boyd: Well, what do you think I like, Raylan? You like to get money and blow Shit up. I know about your friend devil and his record selling dope. And I'm willing to bet that you blew up that church in lexington not because it was black, because it was a dope store. 10 to 1 says you got paid to do it by some other dope dealer around who didn't like the idea of that preacher getting a free pass from the police. Win-win for you, wasn't it, Boyd? Not only did you get to blow something to smithereens, you got money. See, I'm giving you the benefit you aren't mental. I know you're not stupid enough to believe that mud-people story. Boyd: You think you know me? Well, I know you, Deputy marshal Raylan givens. I know you like to sh*t bad People. I heard about that gn thug you sht in a hotel in miami. Raylan: You heard about that? Boyd: Oh, yeah, yeah, we have TV's down here now, Raylan. Raylan: Oh. Boyd: But, you know, at any point, when you were looking at that gn thug, did you see your Daddy's face? Raylan: The reason I'm here... we're having a little lineup tomorrow at the Courthouse. Boyd: What did I do now? Raylan: Well, listen, we got a witness who saw a man fre a bazooka into a church. And I'd appreciate it if you'd be in that lineup. Boyd: Oh, I bet you would. Raylan: You either show up, or we'll come get you. Boyd: Hey, Raylan, let me ask you a question. Would you sht me if you get the chance? Raylan: You make me pull, I'll put you down. Art: Well, reverend, what do you think? I don't know. You know, it was dark, and the man was far away. And if you heard anybody, you know, sht a rocket at you, you don't stand there and look, you know, I just run. Art: Cut them loose. [ door opens ] Boyd: Well, I did my part. I showed up. Raylan: I think the idea of Walking in past a gathering of Law enforcement appealed to you, Especially since you knew that Preacher didn't have the balls To pick you. Boyd: It's always good to see You, Raylan. Hey. You know that man you sht in Florida? Well, my boy Dewey's cousin down there... he said he heard a rumor that you gave that gn thug 24 hours to get out of town Or you'd sht him on sight. Is that true? Raylan: I gave him the option to leave miami. He turned it down. Boyd: What would you say if I made you the same offer? Now, you get out of Harlan county by tomorrow noon, or I'm gonna come looking for you. Does that sound fair? Raylan: Now you're talking. [ indistinct conversations ] Raylan: Hey. Ava: Hey. My lawyer's talking to the Prosecutor. Come with me while I smoke. I plead to manslaughter, and I won't have to go to prison, though if I have to, I have to. It was worth it. Hey, why don't you come by for supper? I'll pick up a couple of fryers, fix you some hot biscuits and gravy. [ giggles ] Look at you licking your lips. Raylan: All my life, fried chicken's been my favorite. But I shouldn't. Ava: Why not? Raylan: Because... An officer of the law isn't supposed to be socializing with the defendant in a mrder investigation. Ava: Oh, I didn't know that. Raylan: It's sort of frowned upon. Ava: [ sighs ] Hmm. I'm fixing it anyway. You're a big boy, Raylan. You want to come, there's nothing on earth gonna stop you. Oh, if it weren't for Boyd, I'd have me some of Ava. Dewey: Wasn't for Boyd, me and you could have us the Marshal. Art: So, what did Boyd say exactly... "he's coming for you" or "we're coming"? Raylan: He said he was. Art: Hmm. But we don't know whether he wants to sh*t you or blow you up, do we? Then again, he could just jump the gn and come after you when you aren't looking. If I was you, I'd look under the car before I turned the key every time. ♪ ♪ We're like big-game hunters, Raylan, except that you're the Bait. You're kind of like the goat tethered to the pole. And all I got to do is keep you in sight. Raylan: You're enjoying this, aren't you? Art: [ chuckles ] ♪ ♪ Boyd: Yeah. He's at the motel with his friends. Boyd: Well, do you see our friends? I do. What do you want us to do? Boyd: Sit tight. [ knock on door ] Hey, Ava. You expecting someone? hey. [ claps hands ] Give me them things. Art: What are they doing out there? Tim: Oh, you folks are Missing a hell of a show. Raylan: I think Rachel's trying to sh*t the moon. Rachel: I don't try, I do, and you weep. Art: One single, solitary tear. [ telephone ringing ] Now, all the information we have so far is that they... it was a robbery, and... Boyd: Hello? Ava: Can you smell the chicken frying? It'll be done by the time you get here. Raylan: I'm on my way. Boyd's at Ava's. Art: You sure? Raylan: I'm not saying there was a gn to her head, but she didn't sound right. Let's ht it. Art: Here, call Raylan. Tell him to keep the line open. [ tires screech ] [ cellphone rings ] Raylan: Where do you want me? Art: Keep going. Get Ava. We got this. Raylan: You got this? Art: Go! [ tires screech ] You get around. Tim: You want me to kll them or wing them? Art: Let's start with winging. You okay? I got ht. Can you sht? I think so. Then let's finish this thing. [ groans ] Rachel: Please, either one of You, do something stupid. Dewey: Hey, what are you d... He'll see us. He's already seen us, you moron. You want we should wrap ourselves around a tree? Oh, christ almighty. [ horn honks ] What the hell's he doing? Dewey: He must be sneaking up on the house. No, he ain't. Raylan: [ sighs ] So, tell me. What's going on? [ gn cocks ] I'm sorry. I didn't hear you guys. There ain't nothing going on, all right? We's just out riding around. Both: Aah! aah! Okay, all right. Boyd just wants to have a word with you is all. Raylan: He told me he's gonna sh*t me. Dewey: Then what are you Asking us for, asshle? Ugh! Raylan: Outlaw life's hard, Ain't it? Cuff your left hand, put it through the steering wheel, and cuff gator boy. Move it. Come on, give me your hand, stupid. Raylan: You don't need to say anything. Ava: I swear to god, Raylan, I didn't know he was coming. Raylan: I believe you. Boyd: Whoa. No gn allowed in this dining room. Toss it outside. Come on. Ava, why don't you go in the kitchen, maybe watch some TV or something? Go on. Well, come on in. Come on in. Sit down. Help yourself. Raylan. Raylan: [ sighs ] Boyd: The gravy ain't bad... I mean, it ain't like your mama used to make it, but it never is, is it? Let me ask you something. When you sht that gn thug in Miami, was there food on the table like this? Raylan: There was. Boyd: Well, have something. Have a little chicken. And you... well, you had your gn. What kind was it? Raylan: That time? A sig 226. Boyd: And where was it? Was it on the table where mine Is? Raylan: It was holstered. Boyd: Bullshit. Raylan: It was holstered. Boyd: Well, where was his? Raylan: Under the table. Boyd: And what did he have... What kind of piece, I mean? Raylan: I don't recall. Boyd: Well, how did you know when to pull? Raylan: He went first. Boyd: And you gave this gn thug 24 hours to get out of town, and was the time up when you... when you sht him? Raylan: Pretty close. Boyd: Well, how much time do you think you got left? Raylan: I thought I had till Noon tomorrow. Boyd: Well, what if I said it was right now? I mean, unless, of course, you Want to finish that chicken leg. Raylan: Well, I mean, you can call it off. I mean, I don't mind. Boyd: Well, if you're gonna keep after me, Raylan, I figure we may as well just get her done. Raylan: [ sighs ] Your.45's on the table, I have to pull? Is that how we do it? Boyd: Well, I appreciate that, Raylan. Yes, I do believe it is my call. What are you packing? Raylan: You'll pay to find that out. Boyd: Ooh. You got ice-cold water running through your veins. Well, should we just do us a sht of jim beam just for old times' sake? Ava! Get us a sht of jim... [ gn cocks ] Ava: You want to know what Bowman said when he looked up and he saw me with his deer rfle? Boyd: God damn, woman, you only sh*t people when they're eating supper? Ava: He had his mouth full of sweet potato. He said, "the hell you doing with that?" Boyd: Ava, put the gn down, please. Ava: Want to know what I said? I said, "I'm gonna sh*t you, dummy." Ah! Boyd: [ gasping ] Oh. Oh, you did it, huh? You really did. You did it. Boyd: I'm sorry. But you called it. [ rumbling ] Ava: Why'd you say you're sorry? Raylan: Boyd and I dug coal together. Boyd: [ raspy breathing ] Art: [ sighs ] At glynco, didn't you teach those recruits to aim for the heart? ♪ ♪ Winona: Toilet's broken. Use the one downstairs. Gary: Just hold up here. You leave the door open? Winona: No, I did not leave the door open. Gary: Well, somebody did. It wasn't me. Jesus christ! Raylan: Hello, Gary. Gary: Raylan. Winona: You almost gave him a heart attck. Raylan: Sorry about that. Winona: Well, I told him if you were gonna sh*t him, you would've done it six years ago when I left you. What are you doing here, Raylan? Raylan: I'm gonna be working in Kentucky, working for the Marshal's office. Winona: Raylan. What are you doing here? [ sighs ] Raylan: [ sighs ] I was in nicaragua a while back, Looking for this money launderer named roland pike. The cartel's gn thug, Tommy bucks, was looking for him, too. Bucks got me, took my gn, put me in a car with some other man, drove us to some old coconut plantation. Then he tied the man to a palm tree and asked me where roland was. I told him what I knew... No sense in lying. I guess he wasn't certain he could believe me and needed to be sure, or he just wanted to impress upon me how serious he was. But I watched as Tommy Bucks stuck a stick of dynamite in that poor man's mouth, taped it so he couldn't spit it out, and lit the fuse. The next time I saw Tommy Bucks was in miami. I told him he's got 24 hours to get out of town, or I'm gonna kll him. Winona: Did you? Raylan: Yeah. But he pulled first, so I was justified. But what troubles me is what if he hadn't? What if he just sat there and Let the clock run out? Would I have k*lled him anyway? I know I wanted to. Guess I just never thought of myself as an angry man. Winona: Oh, Raylan. Well, you do a good job of hiding it, and I... I suppose Most folks don't see it, but, honestly, you're the angriest man I have ever known.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "01x01 - f*re in the Hole"}	foreverdreaming
Ava: Who are these people? Boyd: Raylan, who... who's out there? Raylan: Miami gn thugs, I suspect. Ava: What do they want? Raylan: Me. Boyd: Is my daddy moving? Raylan: No. Boyd: [ Groans ] Raylan: You didn't happen to bring your rocket launcher, did you? Boyd: I didn't think to pack one. All we want is Raylan Givens! Raylan: How about I come out unarmed and you come out unarmed and we talk? The second he clears, you sht him in the gut. Maybe we can get him to Gio before he dies. Gotcha. Ava: Why don't we all just run? Raylan: Well, someone's got to keep them here for the other two to have a chance. Boyd: I'll stay, then. Raylan: Boyd, I'm asking you... Take Ava out of here. Come on. [ Bird cawing ] Raylan: My hands are empty. Me too. Raylan: Where's your friend? [ Grunts ] [ gn, bllts ricochet ] [ Engine turns over, revs ] Boyd: [ Panting ] Raylan: Is he dad? Boyd: Yeah, I think so. Raylan: Where's Ava? Boyd: She's running through the woods. Where you going? Raylan: I'm going after the young lady with the atmatic wapon. Boyd: I'll get her. Raylan: What are you gonna do after you get her? Boyd: I ain't quite figured that out yet. You gonna sh*t to stop me? Raylan: Maybe. Boyd: I'm pretty sure you're empty. Raylan: You gonna bet your life on that? Boyd: No, Raylan, I'm gonna bet my life on you being the only friend I have left in this world. ♪ Where's your boyfriend? Which one? [ gn cocks ] Holy shit. Pilar: Where you headed? C-cincy. Pilar: Not anymore. You going to kll me? Pilar: Do I have to? No. Pilar: What's that? [ gn cocks ] [ Gasps ] Aah! [ Grunts ] Raylan: Boyd! Boyd: How long you been following me? Raylan: Truck stop. I'll take it from here, all right? Boyd: I believe I got it from here, Raylan. Raylan: You just gonna execute her? Boyd: I wouldn't call it an execution. More like retribution... She klled my daddy. Raylan: Which is what you wanted to do. And besides, the gn thug behind the tree klled your daddy, and I got him. Boyd: Are you gonna split hairs with me? Raylan: I'm just saying. Boyd: Well, what's to stop me from pulling this trigger, Raylan? That it would be a sin? Raylan: Don't get me wrong. I have no moral objection to you klling her. You understand, miss, the life you've led. But I need her... alive. Boyd: And if I don't comply? Pilar: Aah! Aah! Boyd, nice sht. Can you get my friend to a hospital? He's been sht. Let's go. - Will do. [ Glass breaks ] What do you need? Gio: [ Speaking Spanish ] [ Sighs ] [ Speaking Spanish ] My God, she needs a doctor. Raylan: She's needed one for a while, but I don't think these next two minutes are gonna kll her. Gio: What do you want? Raylan: What I did, the way I klled your man, Tommy Bucks, I understand you feel like you need to come after me. Trouble is, there are people I care about that are getting caught in the crossfire. So this ends right here, right now. Gio: [ Sighs ] What would you give me in return? Raylan: You leave me alone, and we will leave her alone. You have my word. Gio: I need more. Raylan: Well, I'd give you more, but everyone else you've sent my way is dad. Let's go, Gio. She needs a doctor. Gio: I need guarantees about my business. Raylan: All right, look. I've tried to be reasonable. You give me your word in 10 seconds, or I sht you in the head. [ Cellphone ringing ] Just...Time-out. [ Telephone ringing ] Gio: Maybe I should...? Raylan: [ Sighs ] Just let it ring. We can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message. Bye! [ Beeps ] Dan: Raylan, I'm walking in. Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't. Mr. Reyes, my name's Dan Grant. I am the Chief Deputy of the Miami Marshals office. There's an ambulance on the way for your niece. 'Til it gets here we're gonna talk. The three of us, like civilized men see if we can't work something out, ok? Ok, let's talk. Not here. The kitchen then, I could use a drink. Not the kitchen. In the den? No, and not the master bedroom, not your office... Gio: This far enough? Dan: A little further. Okay. Here's what I'm thinking. See if this makes sense. You come after Raylan, harm him in any way, I'll kll you myself. [ Siren wailing in distance ] Go ahead. Say it. Raylan: I thought that went well. Dan: [ Chuckles ] Okay. Get 'em up. Raylan: So, Art called you? Dan: Yeah. You want to stay? Raylan: Hmm? Dan: You want to stay? The AUSA has long forgotten about Tommy Bucks. O'Neill's retired. I got a slot open. Raylan: I didn't think you missed me. Dan: Well, you know, I had a wart once, when I was a kid... Raylan: Right. And when it was gone, you missed it? Dan: Yeah. Raylan: Yeah, I get it. Wait. Hold up. Is this your idea, or did Art suggest this? Dan: Suggest what? Raylan: Shit. He did. Dan: I owe him one. Raylan: What for? Dan: Well, he took you off my hands, didn't he? Raylan: Dan, I went to Kentucky. I did my job, and, as far as I'm concerned, I did it well. Dan: What's your point? Raylan: My point is, this trouble I'm in is bullshit. Dan: I don't understand. Raylan: I don't know why they give us gn. Dan: Raylan... I'm trying to offer you your old job back. I thought that's what you wanted. Raylan: Right now, I just want to go home and go to bed. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ [ Elevator dings ] Raylan: Disappointed? Art: Dan says the cartel's gonna leave you alone. Raylan: Yeah. Well, I'm still gonna sit facing the door. Art: What about Boyd? Raylan: What about him? Art: He agree to that... Not gonna run out and avenge his daddy? Raylan: Well, I figured I'd talk to him tomorrow at the hospital. Art: Well, you're a little late for that. Slipped out in the middle of the night. Raylan: Well, that's good news. He must be feeling better. So...You want to transfer me. Art: Honestly, Raylan, I don't know who would take you. Raylan: Everything I did, I saw no choice. Art: You should have called for backup. Raylan: Bo said if he saw anyone but me, he'd kll Ava. Art: And so you took Boyd? Raylan: It made sense at the time. Art: [ Scoffs ] Well, you know what happens now, don't ya? We get legions of AUSAs all up in our ass. Tim! We're gonna do the gn thing. Tim: Relinquishing a firearm can be a very emotional moment, and there always must be another deputy in attendance. Add in some premium alcohol, what could possibly go wrong? Art: Thank you. Raylan: Mm-hmm. [ Sighs ] Tim: What are you going to get next? Raylan: Probably the same thing. Art: You should think about an Ui. ♪ How'd your father get that bllet in his arm... in the motel? Raylan: Um... I don't clearly recall. A lot seemed to happen at once. What did Arlo say? Your father said you sht him by accident when the bad guys started sh*ting. Raylan: He should know. We're looking for the $20000 that the Marshal service gave to your father to give to Bo Crowder Mm-hmm. Your father said he passed it on, but we didn't find it in Crowders things. Arlo has it. You know this? I know Arlo. What, you guys think I stole it? Just cause I've sht the occasional person, doesn't make me a thief. Hey, Harlan man. You think you might be interested in possibly..? - Yes. Raylan: [ Sighs ] You don't even know what I was gonna ask. Is it gonna get me out of here? So, who we going after? Rachel: Jimmy Earl Dean. Raylan: Three first names... triple winner right off the bat. Rachel: Sex offender... statutory rpe. Got his release two weeks ago. State police got a call on the tip line. Man matching his description was aggravating a teenage girl. Raylan: Why'd you ask me to go with you? Rachel: I'm not... Comfortable with these people. Raylan: What people? Perverts? Rachel: People in Harlan. Anytime I've gone to coal country, everyone was all polite... Raylan: I'd prefer to do paperwork. Rachel: ..."Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am." Trying to keep in mind it's the 21st century and what's expected. But when the cuffs come out... Then I'm a black bitch. [ Scoffs softly ] Raylan: So you want me to help you with my people. You know, throw 'em a pork rind or some ding dongs? Rachel: If you wouldn't mind. Raylan: No, ma'am. [ Bird cawing ] Jimmy: Hey... You can't take those. Loretta: My daddy told you two days ago to stay away from me. I told him about you creeping up again yesterday. Jimmy: You see me coming near you? Mnh-mnh. I'm way over here, and I'm gonna stay over here. But you stop harvesting. Loretta: Why should I? This is my daddy's weed and my daddy's shed. You're trespassing. Jimmy: I don't care whose shed it is. That's not your weed. Loretta: Not yours, either. Jimmy: It belongs to the folks I work for. Loretta: Oh, really? They didn't grow it. Jimmy: Grown on their land. Loretta: Grown on state land. Jimmy: Oh, you gonna be a lawyer now? Loretta: Is this how come you been perving on me? Jimmy: Now, how have I been perving on you? Have I exposed myself? Have I made any lewd or unwanted comments toward you? No, I have not. Loretta: Well, right now you're talking to a 14-year-old girl you have no reason to be talking to. Jimmy: I have a reason to be talking to you. You're trying to steal something don't belong to you. Loretta: Hey! I told you to stay back. Jimmy: [ Chuckles ] Yes, ma'am. Okay. Wow. Where's your mama? Hmm? Did she die, or did she run off? You miss your mama? At your age, I imagine you do. I mean, a girl your age, she needs somebody to talk to. It's not like your daddy could do a good job of that. It's not like you could talk to him about your period. Loretta: You gonna be the one to talk to me about that? Jimmy: Well, I'm closer in age. Loretta: Not by much. Jimmy: Oh, come on. I just turned 30. Loretta: Any man over 18 talking to me about my period is a pervert. Shit, any man period talking to me about my period. Jimmy: [ Laughs ] Period... That's funny. You're very funny. That's good stuff. Loretta: Is this gonna be your new line... How we got the same sense of humor? [ Scoffs ] What's in your mind? How do you think this is gonna go? You thinking, "maybe we'll fight a little, then it'll turn to wrestling and tickling and laughing, then she'll say, 'ooh, don't touch me there,' and then she won't stop me"? Is that how it runs in your head? You don't even know what to say now, do you? Even me talking about wrestling and tickling and "ooh, don't touch me there," it's like a spell's been cast, and you won't break it. Well, maybe you're just dreaming and you don't wanna wake up. Well, wake up! God damn it! I tried nice with you... hell I tried friendly. It ain't worked yet. You know when people ask me why I came back here to Harlan, I tell 'em it's cause the Bennett boys gave me a job. But honestly, that's not it. That's not it at all. I came back here because of you Loretta. Aah! Walt: He works for them? When he came by here, he just said he was some bank man. Loretta: Well, he followed me to the shed. Walt: Oh, Jesus. Loretta: What's wrong? Walt: I called that tip line this morning. Loretta: Oh, daddy, I told you not to do that. Walt: Don't worry. It's anonymous. Loretta: Well, I'll go talk to Mags, she likes me. Rettie. When you talk to her, don't say anything about us growing. Loretta: Well, with the perv working for her, she already knows, daddy. [ Bird cawing, dog barking in distance ] Tom: With our little convoy, you listen closely enough, you could have heard toilets flushing up and down this holler, everybody dumping their stash. Raylan: Hey, you or any of your people have any sightings of Boyd Crowder lately? Tom: No, but we're looking for him. State police! Raylan: Why are you looking for him? Tom: Well, you took out Bo Crowder. Raylan: Miami gn thugs flipped his switch. I was just a spectator. Tom: At any rate, Bo's gone. Open up, McCready. I saw you at the window. Raylan: You think Boyd's gonna try to fill his father's shoes, take his place as the crime lord of Harlan? Tom: What's that old saying from science class? Nature abhors a vacuum? Walt: What? Tom: Sir, I'm trooper Tom Bergen. These are deputy U.S. Marshals Brooks and Givens. They're on a detail, looking for a sex offender. Rachel: Jimmy Earl Dean. Walt: Well, what business is it of mine? Tom: Well, Mr. McCready, you called the state tip line. Walt: The hell I did! Tom: Sir, you might have thought it was an anonymous call, but it's not. When you call, your name and your address pop up. On the recording you left, you said that a man from Rabbit Holler was bothering your daughter. The fella we're looking for, he's from Rabbit Holler. Walt: Well, I didn't call any line or make any recording. Rachel: Is your daughter home, sir? Walt: No, ma'am. Rachel: But you do have a daughter who's of the same age of the girl mentioned on the tip line. Walt: Would you please leave? Tom: Sir, you change your mind, if you want to help us put away a known and dangerous sex offender, you...give us a call. Rachel: Why so scared? Tom: Well, there's about 10 sets of eyes that saw us roll up to his house. Raylan: Does James Earl Dean have a job? Rachel: He put something down on his registration. Green Mountain ATV tours. Tom: Oh, shit! That's why McCready's so nervous. The guy who's perving on his daughter, works for the Bennetts. Rachel: Who are the Bennetts? Dickie: Hold still, still... Unless you want to bleed some more. Jimmy: I am holding still! Dickie: Well, hold stiller. Coover: Anybody want some cheese? Dickie: Ho-ho-ho! Here. Now you can stick on the band-aids yourself. Jimmy: I am gonna teach them a lesson. Dickie: Hey, Doyle and me, we're gonna take care of McCready. Jimmy: All right. Well, I'm gonna take care of the girl. Dickie: What? Loretta? What for? Seems to me she showed craftiness and guile protecting her stash. Jimmy: Well, it ain't your face. Dickie: Did I not tell you that there would be booby traps? Coover: Stop by the store, see what kinda cheese mama got. Dickie: How about you spending the 10 minutes I'm gone cleaning up this shthole? Hmm? Maybe get it from hideous to just plain awful. [ Dog barking in distance ] Dickie: Hey, there, Walt! You know why we're here? Walt: No. Doyle: Where's Loretta? Walt: Down at your mother's store, getting some flour. Doyle: Let's take this inside. Walt: All right. Look, Doyle, when I called that line, I didn't know he worked for you. I never would've... Doyle: What the hell you talking about? Called what line? Walt: Huh? Why are you here? Aah! [ Groans ] Ow! What the hell?! Doyle: This is more Dickie's business. I'm just standing by, make sure you don't do anything stupid. Dickie: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You've been planting on our land, Walt. Walt: It's state land! Dickie: Oh, now, you've been planting on our land, and any planting's by our say-so, and you did not have our say-so. Walt: I was just trying to make a living! Sally Ann's medical about wiped me clean. Doyle: Find something else, maybe even something lawful. Hell, you could start by selling that watch. Walt: It ain't real gold! Sally Ann gave it to me on my wedding. Dickie: Walt! You gonna come after us, hmm? Maybe take a sht while we're going to the car? Walt: I ain't stupid! Dickie: Well, we're just gonna make sure. Walt: Oh, c-come on, now! Aah! Ow! Dickie: It's okay, Walt. Won't break the bone. Hardly even break the skin. Walt: It's so harmless, why don't you put your foot in it? Dickie: Come on, now, Walt. Put your foot in. Walt: The hell I will! Doyle: Put your foot in, Walt. Walt: I-I swear I won't grow no more weed! Doyle: Where's that bud your Loretta took from the shed? Walt: It's behind the stereo. I wouldn't lie. Doyle: What were you talking about before? Calling what line? Walt: Nothing. Doyle: Put your foot in, Walt! Walt: No! Dickie: [ Sighs ] Put your foot in, Walt. Walt: [ Whimpers ] [ Trap snaps shut ] [ Screams ] Mags: He do anything to you? [ Cash register dings ] Loretta: I got away before he could. Mags: Did you tell your daddy? Loretta: I did. Mags: How is your daddy, Loretta? He still under the cloud from your mother's passing? Loretta: Some days. Mags: Some days or most days? He taking care of you? Keeping a proper home? Loretta: [ Scoffs ] He sits in his chair, mostly. Mags: When he's not growing weed without my say-so. Loretta: Don't blame him. I done most of the work on that score. Mags: You shoulda come to me, Loretta, straight up. Loretta: [ Sighs ] We'll work something out. As for the pervert, you don't have to worry about him no more. [ Bird cawing ] [ Train whistle blows in distance ] Loretta: Sir, would you think I'm bold to inquire what you do as your job? Raylan: Well, which one's the question... What do I think, or what do I do? Mags: Loretta, don't you know drug enforcement? You see a man in a suit of clothes? They come around sniffin' the air. Raylan: Oh, no, no, you got us wrong. We're marshals service. We go around smelling flowers till we get turned on to wanted felons. Mags: Raylan Givens. Raylan: Mrs. Bennett. This is deputy Rachel Brooks. Mags: Deputy. Been away so long you forgot to call me Mags. Raylan: Ah, I didn't want to presume. Mags: Loretta, this is Raylan Givens. He used to be a big baseball player in high school. Now he's a federal. Oh, look at poor Loretta, eyes drooping, us talking about the old days. You run along home, Loretta. Let us ancients catch up. Can I interest you in some apple pie? Raylan: I remember your apple pie. Mags: I make it 180 proof. Cut it with cider, some apple juice, add some cinnamon and vanilla. Reach me that glass, would you? Coulda done with a pinch more cinnamon. Cinnamon really sells the pie. Raylan: As good as I remember it. Mags: Would you like some, ma'am? Rachel: No, thank you. Raylan: How's business, Mags? Mags: This place? I get by. Raylan: And the rest? Mags: So that's why you're here. You go ahead and prove it. I run a store, help these poor people come up from the holler with their food stamps. When's anybody seen me cultivate a herb? I told you, Mags. We're not Drug enforcement. As long as they got nothing on you, we don't, either. I hear you got a good thousand acres, from here to west Virginia. Mags: What's good about it? You plant a third for the law, a third for the thieves. What's left you sell to the dealers, the ones making the real profit. Used to be, marijuana was the number-one cash crop in Kentucky. Now you got all the pills, worse even than methamphetamine. I don't have anything to do with that. I remember your granddaddy. [ Laughs ] He cooked all week and preached on Sunday. Six years I came over to Harlan and sold all the liquor he cooked, and we did better than fair. How is your daddy? Raylan: He's at home, far as I know. Mags: I heard what happened with the Crowders. Ooh, that blew up big. Raylan: Have you seen Boyd? [ Car door opens, closes ] Mags: No. Why? Raylan: Mm, just need a word. Mags: You come here looking for Boyd Crowder? That it? Doyle: Hey. Hello, there, cowboy. Raylan: Hello, Doyle. I'm guessing this ain't a coincidence. Doyle: Well, word travels. You and your hat are famous. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Doyle, this is deputy Rachel Brooks. Doyle: Ma'am. So what brings you both to our town? Mags: Raylan's looking for Boyd Crowder. Raylan: Actually, no. Rachel: We're looking for James Earl Dean. Mags: Never trust a man with three first names. Raylan: Not this one, anyway. Doyle: He some big federal fugitive? Rachel: He's a sex offender. Doyle: I didn't know that was on the marshals' purview. Raylan: It got added to the plate this year. Mags: Why you looking for him here? Raylan: Word is, he works for you. Mags: You think I hire sex offenders? Rachel: It's not against the law. Raylan: Maybe your boys hired him. I mean, not Doyle, of course, but Coover or Dickie? Mags: Neither me nor my tads would do such a thing. We're reefer farmers, Raylan. We don't consort with sexual deviants. Raylan: I respect how you feel, Mags, and I know you love your tads, but we're gonna want to talk to them, in your presence, if you'd like. You can invite them here, or we'll just go hunt them down. Mags: You ever get to talk to them face-to-face. This might help ease the pain. Mags: [ Chuckles ] You sure ma'am? Rachel: I am. Mags: Well, if you'll excuse me. Raylan: Hmm. Mags: Don't take anything without paying for it. Doyle: Mama, you really are a mean, old coot. [ Laughs ] Raylan: So is this your uniform? Doyle: My day off. Raylan: Oh. Still driving the company car, though. Doyle: You think that's a misappropriation? You want to come back, run against me? Raylan: Oh, I could never do your job. Doyle: I just want to say hey. Raylan: You sure this guy doesn't work for your clan? Doyle: I couldn't tell you. I'm not in the family business, as you know. Good to see you, Raylan. Raylan: Good to see you, too, Doyle. Doyle: Ma'am. Either of you want to take anything, go ahead. Just leave a note. I'll cover it. Raylan: Maybe we will. Thank you. [ Sighs ] [ Car door closes, engine turns over ] [ Dog barking in distance ] [ gn, clattering ] [ gn, clattering ] Dickie: Raylan Givens. I seen you and your hat on the TV some weeks back. Raylan: How'd I look? Dickie: Must have been official. You weren't smiling. [ gn, clattering ] That's just Coover shting rats. Raylan: Okay. Dickie: Okay. Raylan: Um, I don't know if anyone called you, we're looking for someone in your employ, Jimmy Earl Dean. Is he here? Dickie: Was. Took off. Raylan: When? Dickie: Few minutes ago. [ gn, clattering ] For what it's worth, I never knew he was a molester. Raylan: Hell. Coover: [ Laughs ] Dickie: All that sh*t', that's all you got? Coover: Another one of them sumbitches in there, you want to take a try at it. Raylan: I sht rats as a kid. Used to chase 'em out of the shit houses. All's you have to do is go in the kitchen, huh? Coover: Where I know you? Dickie: Coover, this is Raylan Givens. Coover: So? Dickie: So, he is a federal. Coover: Well, you can ask me, am I growin' reefer, and I will tell you no. Raylan: Coover, you throw a dad rat at my car, what are you trying to tell me? Coover: Take it any way you want, Raylan. Long as you know I'm serious. Raylan: You're telling me you're a mean son of a bitch. You know how many wanted felons have given me this look? I say a thousand. I know I'm low. Something turn ugly as I put on the cuffs, they're too late. Some others, I swear, they even try to draw down on me. Coover: Dickie, you hear that? He's thrat' us. Dickie: No, he ain't. Coover: He's got a piece under his coat. Dickie: And you have one in your hand, for Christ's sake. Coover: Yeah, so does the negress! Raylan: Rachel, if Coover raises his piece, sh*t him. Rachel: If you'll move a step either way. Dickie: Coover, put the gn down now. I said now, God damn it! [ Door opens ] Raylan: Well, if you see your friend... Dickie: Ex-employee. Raylan: Tell him, if he comes in on his own, it's worth a lot. If not, different story. It's good to see you, Dickie. Dickie: You too, Raylan. You too. You and your hat. Jimmy: Get up. Get up slowly, quietly, because if you wake him... [ gn cocks ] ...I will kll him. So things have changed. I am no longer welcome here in Harlan, which means it's time for a little road trip. Are you up for that, sweetheart? This is where you nod. There you go. Now, you're gonna have to ride in the trunk for a little while. Anybody sees the two of us, they might not understand our age difference. Or the tape. Get in. Loretta: [ Squeals ] [ Cellphone rings ] Raylan: Givens. Tom: Listen. Our bolo paid off. Patrol clocked Dean on 75, headed towards Tennessee. Raylan: What exit? Tom: Passed 11 less than five minutes ago. Raylan: Any sign of the girl? Tom: Well, he didn't get too close. Didn't want to spook Mr. Dean. Raylan: All right. Well that's a smart play. If she's with him, and we should assume she is, get to a roadblock, or a strip. Tom: That's right. You want me to call in some backup? Raylan: All right. We got this far being smart. Let's not blow it now. You tell me if he comes back. Loretta: [ Muffled yelling ] Raylan: Loretta? You all right? Loretta: [ Grunts ] Raylan: You kick twice if you're okay. [ Two thuds ] Raylan: All right. We're gonna get you out of there... one minute. Rachel: He left something. He's on his way out. Raylan: Loretta, right now I need you to make yourself as small as possible. Jimmy: Hey! What the hell are you doing? Raylan: What's it look like I'm doing? Jimmy: Are you stealing gas? Raylan: Yeah. Shit, you caught me. I'm stealing gas. I don't know why I do it. It's not like I can't afford it. Jimmy: Yeah. Whatever. Get out of here. Raylan: Can't I just have a couple gallons? Jimmy: Look, asshle. I'm gonna tell you one more time... What the hell?! Hey! That's it. Raylan: Whoa! Okay, I'm just gonna ask you one question. Do you know how a firearm works? Jimmy: What? Raylan: The key word in firearm is "fre." When the pin hits the cap, makes the charge explode, meaning there's a spark, which should be of some concern to a man soaked in gasoline. Jimmy: That's bullshit. That spark's too far away from the gasoline. Raylan: You didn't finish school, did you, Mr. Dean? It's not the liquid that burns. It's the fumes. Now, look. Normally I would have just sht you myself the second you pulled. But I am doing my level best to avoid the paperwork and the self-recrimination that comes with it. The Lord knows, you are the kind that makes it worth it more. Come on, Jimmy. Can't we just try to end this without you turning yourself into the human torch? Jimmy: You know my name. Then you know what I got in that trunk. How about I just kll her? Raylan: Gasoline aside, you aim that in any direction, my partner's gonna pop you in the head. There you go. Hey. [ Snaps fingers ] Slow. Slow. This might hurt. Loretta: [ Panting ] Would he have really gone up like a torch? Raylan: Oh, I don't know. But it sounded good. Mags: I call it apple pie. Go ahead. Tell me what you think. Walt: It's good. It does taste like apple pie. Mags: It does, doesn't it? [ Chuckles ] Loretta okay? Walt: Fine, under the circumstances. Mags: Where is she at? Walt: Down the holler with a friend. Mags: When the police brought her back, did they ask about your leg? Walt: They did. I told them that I was fixing the trap. When I was prying it open, my leg slipped in. [ Both chuckle ] Mags: How about the gn wound? Walt: They didn't mention it. Well Walt... it's on account of all that, that I come here... brought this 'shine as a peace offering. [ Clears throat ] I want Dickie to apologize to you. [ Table thuds ] Dickie: Oh. Right. Right. Um... Walt, I should not have sht you in the leg or trapped your foot. And um...Uh... We could work something out about you growing. Walt: [ Breathing heavily ] Mags: It was already in the glass, not in the jar. Why Dickie and me can drink and be okay. It's too late now, Walt. Medicine already doing its work. [ Clattering ] Even if you got on a helicopter right now, you'd still be past care. Walt: Why? Mags: Why do you think? Walt: Because I called that police line? Mags: You never go outside, Walt. You know that. Walt: I didn't know he worked for you! Gaahh! Mags: Oh, this is the bad part, but it doesn't last long. The mixture's all natural, from up in the hills. All kinds of knowledge in the hills. It's something my grandmama taught me. She learned it from her grandmama. Walt: [ Panting ] Loretta... Mags: I'll raise her myself. Don't you think that'll be better for her? The way it's been around here with you and her sadness. All the troubles of your hard life, it's all gone now. You get to know the mystery, Walt. Walt: [ Whimpering ] Mags: You get to see your Sally Ann again. Walt: [ Wheezes ] Mags: Find the girl. [ Insects chirping ] Raylan: Beer? Raylan: So, how's work? Winona: Exhilarating. What do you think? Did you really call me here to talk to me about work? Raylan: Not unless it's exhilarating. Winona: [ Sighs ] I was starting to think you were never gonna call me. And don't say you've been busy. No one's that busy. [ Horn honking in distance, vehicles passing ] I like the ambiance. Raylan: I pay extra for that. Winona: Did I scare you off, when I said we should get together and talk? Raylan: No. Winona: Then why am I out here, breathing diesel? Raylan: Last time you were in there, you took off your wedding ring. Winona: Oh, yeah, and as I recall, you put up a hell of a fight. I mean, if you really wanted to talk, we'd have met on neutral ground and not five feet and a flimsy door away from that lumpy bed of yours. Raylan: Okay. No. I invited you here because I'm tired, and I wanted to have a word before I went to sleep. Winona: So what's keeping you? Raylan: Son of a bitch! Winona: Yeah, that's what a girl wants to hear for pillow talk... regret. [ Cellphone ringing ] Oh, you're gonna get that? Raylan: Givens. Tom: Raylan, it's trooper Tom Bergen. Raylan: Oh, hey, Tom. What's up? Tom: Am I catching you at a bad time? Raylan: No, no, no, it's fine. Tom: Okay. Well, I got a line on Boyd Crowder for you. Raylan: Finally surfaced, huh? Tom: Yeah, in a manner of speaking. Boyd: fre in the hole! fre in the hole! f*re in the hole!	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x01 - The Moonshine w*r"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Doyle: So what brings you both to our town? Mags: Raylan's looking for Boyd Crowder. Raylan: Actually, no. Rachel: We're looking for James Earl Dean. Jimmy: I came back here because of you, Loretta. Walt: When he came by here, he just said he was some bank man. Loretta: Well, he followed me into the shed. Walt: Oh, Jesus. Loretta: I'll go talk to Mags. She likes me. Mags: How is your daddy, Loretta? He taking care of you? Keeping a proper home? Loretta: He sits in his chair, mostly. Mags: When he's not growing weed without my say-so. As for the pervert, you don't have to worry about him no more. Jimmy: Get in. Loretta: [ Squeals ] Mags: Loretta okay? Walt: Fine, under the circumstances. Mags: Brought this 'shine as a peace offering. Walt: It does taste like apple pie. Mags: It was already in the glass, not in the jar. Find the girl. Dickie: [ Panting ] Coover: Come on, Mary. Dickie: [ Groans ] [ Coughs ] Coover: Man. Dickie: Whoo! Coover: He ain't been dad long enough to be stinking like that. You think he shit himself? Dickie: Maybe you should check. Coover: Maybe I will. Dickie: Oh, boy. Yeah, get the lime. Go and get the lime. Coover: No, you get it. I'll spring the... Dickie: Hey! Go get the lime. Coover: I got the crowbar, Monkeynuts. You get it. What, are you worried that the lime's too heavy? [ Chuckles ] Let's go! How deep you reckon that is? Dickie: Why don't you jump in and find out? Coover: How come we got to use the lime? No way that stink can travel that far. Dickie: 'Cause mama said so. [ Coughs ] Coover: That's good. [ Thudding ] [ Buzzer sounds ] Boyd: Step out of the hole to find Raylan Givens waiting for me. For a second I thought I was 19 again. Raylan: Yeah, I was just thinking. Last time I was down a dog-hole mine was Myrtle Creek, you and me running for our lives. [ Chuckles ] I'll tell you. I'm not afraid of heights, snakes, or redheaded women, but I am afraid of that. Boyd: 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? Raylan: Buy you a drink? Boyd: [ Chuckles ] When a deputy United States marshal offers to buy a drink in a dry county, a cautious man might turn him down. Raylan: 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"? Boyd: Well, I'd say, "Cumberland's the closest." Raylan: Okay, so... Boyd: Bartender... Raylan: Just so we're clear... Boyd: Let's do that again. Raylan: 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 fre? Raylan: Life don't hand out too many second chances, Boyd. I just hope you take advantage of yours. Boyd: Gio and his niece got nothing to fear from me, my friend, because my outlaw ways are behind me. Raylan: Just you saying that scares the shit out of me. Boyd: God's honest truth. Raylan: Hold on a second. The more you say it, the less I believe it. Boyd: 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. Raylan: 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. [ Scoffs ] Believe me. I'm thinking about it. Boyd: Who's Art? Raylan: My boss. Boyd: You mean the man who ht my hands with a Bible? Raylan: [ Chuckles ] You remember. Boyd: I'm surprised he hasn't transferred you, all the trouble you've drawn. Raylan: Oh, you think I draw it? Boyd: Oh, you think you don't? Raylan: I got to go. We're gonna continue this conversation another time. Boyd: There's nothing to continue, 'cause you'll never believe me. Bartender? Let's do that one more time. Helen: Deputy marshal Givens, as I live and breathe! Raylan: Aunt Helen. Helen: You want to come in and have a slice of jam cake? Raylan: Oh, that's tempting, but... Helen: But this isn't a social call. Raylan: The monitoring company's saying Arlo's violated his tether range. Helen: I wouldn't know anything about that. Arlo! Arlo!! Arlo: What?! Helen: You're violating! Arlo: I'm what?! Raylan: You're kidding. You think I got a camper in the yard `cause I like the look? Arlo: What did you say? Raylan: She said, "you're violating." You're outside your tether range. Arlo: I think the skin is infected. That qualifies for "cruel and unusual." Raylan: Yeah, well, if you want to get it off, return the 20 grand we gave you. Arlo: You gave it to me to give to Bo. How do I know what happened to it after that? Raylan: Not my job. Arlo: Not your money. What do you care? Raylan: Get in the house. Helen: He does, and I'll sht his other arm. Raylan: You told her? Helen: 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? Arlo: I don't have to listen to this shit. Raylan: Whoa. Is my money in there? Arlo: No. Raylan: Then that's the wrong way. You go in there, you're violating. I'm gonna haul you off to jail. Arlo: That's just chickenshit, and you know it. It's 10 feet! Raylan: Tell it to the judge. Arlo: Fine. Take me in. Better than staying here. Raylan: All right. Let's go. Helen: Get in the house. Arlo: Are you going to be civil with me? Helen: Get in the gddmn house! [ Screen door opens, closes ] Raylan: You kicked the man out of the house? He's under house arrest. [ Sighs ] Find out where he stashed my money. Give me a call. Helen: I find out where he stashed the money, I'm headed for Mexico. Raylan: Thank you! Helen: Oh, and leave Mags Bennett alone! Raylan: I'm sorry? Helen: I know you went by her store. Raylan: If I did? Helen: You're perfectly aware of that history. Arlo: What the hell you need to gyrate that for? Raylan: What I went down there for concerns the here and now, nothing to do with the past. Helen: That'd be a neat trick, escaping the past. Arlo: Mags Bennett is an old lady helping people with their glaucoma and stomach upset. Raylan: 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. Helen: Leave her alone. Arlo: Listen to your aunt. Helen: Get back in the house! Arlo: I hope you get cancer! Helen: Already had it! Arlo: I hope you get it again! Helen: Move out of the house! [ Screen door slams ] Mags: Ah! Morning, honey. Loretta: Morning. Doyle: You need anything else, mama? Mags: No. No, no. Now, you go on home now. [ Dog barks in distance ] How was Doyle's last night? Loretta: He has a lovely home. Mags: His boys are mighty rambunctious. Loretta: Yes, ma'am. Mags: And Sarah-Jean can't cook. You have your breakfast yet? Loretta: Yes, ma'am. Mags: 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. [ Chuckles ] Thirsty? I got some cider. [ Sighs ] 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? Loretta: Yeah. Mags: Good lord, you must have been terrified. Ooh! All alone in the dark. Could you hear anything? Loretta: [ Sighs ] Mostly just the tires on the road and the other cars passing. Mags: And before he put you in the trunk, he say anything to you then? Loretta: Just some of the things he was gonna do to me. Mags: Yeah, they'll take care of him in prison. Even the lowliest criminals don't look kindly on child molesters. I bet you wonder why you had to stay at Daws last night, and where your daddy is. Yeah. It's on the kind of the shting my boys gave him and trapping his foot. When I heard out about that, I was devastated. So, I decided to make it up to your father, and I sent him down south for a few weeks, handle some business for us. Pays a lot more than tending that little patch. Of course, with the feds sniffing around, we had to spirit him away under cover of night. So he couldn't even wait for you to come home. [ Sighs ] Oh, you want a little more? Loretta: Okay. Mags: I never had a girl. Just those damn boys. I'm looking forward to our time together, Loretta. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ What are you doing? Winona: Brown suit, black suit, one, two, three, four shirts, two pairs of jeans. Hmm. Raylan: What the hell's that supposed to mean? Winona: Oh, just by looking at your closet, one would think you were a simple man. Raylan: [ Inhales deeply ] Okay. I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want some? Winona: Oh, perfect. Raylan: Perfect what, Winona? Winona: You. You're running away. Raylan: I just offered to go get some coffee. How's that running away? Winona: I just made a simple observation. Raylan: No, you didn't. You tried to start a fight. Winona: Okay. Raylan? Raylan: Hmm? Winona: Are you staying in Kentucky? Raylan: They offered me my job back in Miami, and I'm here. What does that tell you? Winona: Well, you're also still at a place that puts a piece of paper over the toilet. So what does that tell me? Raylan: That it's sanitized for your protection. Winona: I know how much you make, Raylan. Come on. Raylan: I'm sorry? Winona: You can at least rent an apartment. Raylan: Maybe I should buy a house. Winona: Oh, that's...Okay. Raylan: No, I know the name of a very good realtor. Winona: You're an asshle. Raylan: I'm sorry. Okay. I'm sorry. You want to converse, we'll converse. You want to fight, we'll fight. It's not easy, by any stretch. Winona: Sometimes I look at you, and I never want to see you again. Raylan: Other times? Winona: There are no other times. Just that. Raylan... Other times I want to run away with you to Costa Rica. Raylan: Costa Rica? Winona: Mm-hmm. Hmm. Hmm. I can't be late. Raylan: Fine. But...I'm gonna need that shirt. Winona: I hate smelling you on me all day. Raylan: Should've taken another shower. You were the one who went for the victory lap. Gary: Well, hello, Raylan! Winona. Raylan: Gary. Gary: You know, I always forget your office is in this building. You two run into each other on the elevator a lot? I guess you must. Winona: Not as much as you might think. Raylan: My schedule's not very regular. Gary: Hey, hold on just a minute. Listen, Raylan. I was thinking, you know, maybe we should get together for a drink. Raylan: Why? Why would we do that? Gary: Well, we have something in common. We both been kicked to the curb by this one over here, you know? [ Chuckles ] Feels like it'd only be right for us to get together, tell some tales. You know, how O.C.D. she is, how loud she snores. Winona: Gary, what are you doing here? Raylan: Good to see you both. Gary: Good seeing you, Raylan. Hey, uh, I just want to let you know I'm planning to show the house again tonight. Winona: Well, that's fine, but you could have told me that over the phone. You know, I misplaced my cellphone can you believe that? Anyway I'll see you tonight. Okay. Boy you smelled nice. Raylan, this isn't a punishment detail. Jimmy burglar needs a transport, you need an assignment. You don't think you can handle it? Oh, you wanna do it? By yourself? Hey, maybe get another reward. Raylan's not going by himself. Oh and by the way, you might wanna bring some plastic and towels for the backseat, in case everything goes south. Just the two of you? I had an instructor at Glynco say that two Marshals should be enough to transport King Kong. Well, I was just sayin. Let it go. We know what you're sayin. I need you to initial here... and... Mm-hmm. Well, I guess you've done this before. Once or twice. Miss Burglin. I'm Deputy Marshal Gutterson, this is Deputy Marshal Givens. - Hello. Now they've told you no leg irons right? Yeah we read the new guidelines. We going to the Doctor or Rodeo? Goodness great. Raylan: You all right? Jamie: I'm not contracting. Don't worry. I've got a hemorrhoid the size of a golf ball. How are you? Tim: Well, long as you don't give birth during the ride, we're fine. Jamie: Look at you boys, all nervous. You gonna ask? Tim: Ask what? Jamie: How I got pregnant. Tim: I don't remember much from health class, but I do remember that and what untreated venereal disease looks like. Jamie: [ Chuckles ] When I was at Marysville, I had conjugal with my husband. Tim: Is he taking custody of the baby? Jamie: Who, A.J.? A.J. can't take care of himself. Tim: Well, it's got to be better than foster care. Jamie: Hey, hey, don't knock foster care. Look where it got me. [ Door closes ] Jamie: Hey, Alisha. How are you, girl? Alisha: Good morning, Ms. Berglund. Jamie: Good morning. Tim: I'm assuming you know the drill. Alisha: Yes, sir, we handle all the ultrasounds for FMC inmates. Raylan: You get a lot of pregnant women inside? Alisha: Not too many. If you'd bring Ms. Berglund to exam room one, there should be a gown in there for her to put on. Tim: Window in exam room one? Alisha: No, sir. Tim: All right. Jamie: You're afraid of... Raylan: Do you know the gentleman who's in your waiting room? Alisha: His wife has a dating scan scheduled for...11:30. Raylan: And where is she? Alisha: Running late. Jess: You fellas cops? I couldn't help but notice the young lady you came in with was all chained up. Figured if she was your wife, she wouldn't take too kindly to that. Raylan: Did you find out? Jess: What's that? Raylan: Boy or girl? Jess: It's a boy. Raylan: This your first? Jess: How could you tell? Raylan: You seem a bit jumpy, you don't mind me saying. Jess: Don't mind you saying at all. But honestly, I'm not scared. 15 years old, I let a coal train run over me. I was gonna dodge it, but then I decided to lay down between the rails. 60 miles an hour, 80 cars, all about an inch from the tip of my nose. During that whole time I not once blinked my eyes. See, once you face down a coal train, facing a loaded gn just doesn't have the same effect. Alisha: Deputy! Jess: Don't try it, partner. I'll gut-sht you both before you clear that holster. [ Whistles ] Nice touch making the appointment. Thank you kindly there Marshal. I guess this ain't my first rodeo. Sweetheart, why don't you stand up here next to the marshals? And, gentlemen, why don't you take out your sidearms? You put yours on the ground, yours right there on the counter. And then cuff yourselves. Anybody makes a move, you sht her first. What's the holdup there, fellas? Raylan: Well, I've never had to cuff myself. Jess: [ Sighs ] Fine. I'll do it. You do the cowboy's, and I'll take care of you. Jamie: I'm sorry about this, boys. I hope you understand. Raylan: [ Scoffs ] You sure this is the way you want to go out? Jamie: I'm sure my baby shouldn't have to ride my rap. Art: Gotten anything, gentlemen? Tim: A.J. Logan. That's the husband and baby daddy. Raylan: Not either of the guys that was at the clinic. Art: Well, we'll bring him in, anyway. What about this guy? Tim: We have a winner. Raylan: That's the one who pulled. Art: Jess Timmons. We got him off that print that we pulled off the cuff. Good job. Tim: Actually, that was Raylan's play. Art: Jess Timmons is a Louisville hard case. Two falls. Last bit was a two-year stint at Northpoint. Manslaughter. Paroled June of '07. Tim: Well, who leaked her appointment time? Art: The ultrasound techs generally don't know the schedule, but we're going after the... Raylan: Wait a minute. What about a leak at the prison? Art: Yeah, warden thinks he runs a tight enough ship that he keeps everything in-house. Raylan: Well, sure, if the schedule got out, prisoner could have confederates set up an ambush. Art: [ Chuckles ] We're pushing back, believe me. So what happened? You didn't suspect a thing? Too distracted by that big, old belly? Raylan: Art, she played the shit out of us. [ Insects chirping ] Oh, boy! Now, that's a spark to the right! Jess: I thought I told you to stay away from that window. Jamie: Yeah, and I thought you said he'd be here by now. Jess: Well, he's coming, all right? He's just waiting till the coast is clear. Those marshals are out beating the bushes right now. He wouldn't want to lead them to us. Jamie: We make the news yet? Jess: No, not yet. Jamie: [ Sighs ] [ Indistinct talking on television ] Jess: What's that? Van: It's Clonidine. [ Clears throat ] It helps your body tolerate the anesthesia. Plus, it should relax you. Jamie: How long were you an EMT for? Van: Seven years. School for that? Here is the training program, it's not like med school or anything. Give me a hand here. Jamie: You get a lot of pregnancy calls? Van: All the time. Third most popular, behind drunks and psych patients. Jamie: You ever have one where they couldn't make it to the hospital, had to deliver in the ambulance? Van: Few times. Jamie: [ Sighs ] Did they make it? Survive, I mean? [ Voice breaking ] Mothers and babies? Van: Listen. You don't got nothing to worry about. In a little while, I'll start the propofol. Hour after that, your baby's out. Jess: Yeah, and an hour after that, your baby's daddy is gonna be taking that little girl to her new life. Jamie: Oh, not that fast he don't. In prison, you get to hold her for maybe a couple of hours, and then she's gone. Van: That's got to be rough. Jamie: He can have her when I am good and ready. Jess: Hey, hey, hey. There's no hurry. You take all the time you like. Jamie: Ah, jeez, I got to pee again. Excuse me. [ Sighs ] Tim: A.J., it's real simple. You tell us where your friend Jess Timmons is and where your wife Jamies is and life gets way better for you than if you don't. A.J.: Who the hell is Jess Timmons? Tim: It seems I didn't make it simple enough. Raylan: It's understandable. You want to break out your wife 'cause they won't let you have the baby. A.J.: Baby? Tim: What... You just gonna deny everything? A.J.: Now, hold on. Serious... seriously, Jamie's pregnant? Raylan: Come on, A.J. Do not waste... A.J.: No, no, no, no. Come on. I haven't seen her since she left Marysville. You should know. There's no conjugals in the federal system. Tim: She's 37 weeks. That puts the time of conception around the time of your last conjugal. A.J.: No, we didn't do anything on my last visit. No she said she if was going Federal and couldn't have conjugals there'd be no point of us staying together. Raylan: You didn't do it one last time, just to say goodbye? A.J.: No, I wanted to, but she said that would just make things sadder. Art: Could be a regular visitor that knocked her up. Wouldn't be the first time that a couple went at it in a corner of the regular visitors' room. Raylan: That's bullshit, Art, and you know it. Art: Hell, it could be A.J. himself for all we know. Tim: Chief... Raylan: Oh, my gosh. Art: [ Chuckles ] Hmm. We don't know that it's a guard. Tim: If it is a guard... and I say that to keep you happy... maybe he hired Jess Timmons to make the grab because he knew Timmons from inside. Raylan: We make a list of all the guards from here and Marysville, and we find out which ones were at Northpoint when Timmons was doing his bit. Jess: He's coming. Don't worry. Jamie: I ain't worried. Jess: Well, you were before. Jamie: Yeah, well, that was before I was wasted. This stuff works. You know, I never did anything in the inside. You could get it, but I just figured, you know, the baby. You ever been to California? Jess: Why you ask that? Jamie: I was just thinking about where I'd go once baby's off to her new life. I never been to California. Jess: Yeah, well, it's nice, long as you stay out there near the ocean. You get a little further inland, then you got to worry about all the desert and the wtbacks. Jamie: You know what? I don't care where I go, so long as I know baby's gonna have a good life. Van: We're all set. If you want to step into my office here, we'll get the I.V. started and have you snoring in no time. Jamie: I'm gonna go pee one more time. [ Chuckles ] Oh, my God! My legs feel like rubber. You know, if I wasn't about to go through childbirth, I'd really be enjoying this buzz. You gonna kll her, aren't you? Why you gonna ask me that? [ Insects chirping ] Jamie: [ Exhales sharply ] [ Chain clanging ] [ Grunts ] Jess: Looks like you could use a hand there, honey. Jamie: Oh, my... Jess: Come here! Come here! Jamie: Son of a... Jess: Change of plans. Now that she's tied down, we cut it out. Jamie: Oh, my God, no! Please! Van: I-I haven't started the propofol yet. Jess: Oh, yeah? Well, she gave that up when she went out the window. Jamie: Oh, my God, please! Van: I can't do it without the anesthesia. Jess: If you don't, I will. Van: I mean, you can... you can, Jesse, but she'll probably die of shock. So? If she dies before the baby's out, the baby goes with her. Jess: What about all those stories you hear, huh? About how some batshit-crazy diesel dke cuts out her best friend's baby and raises it as her own? Van: The news shows never show the stories where the babies die. Now, believe me. I've been on 20 runs like that when I was driving the bus. I got to do the propofol. Jess: How long's that take? Van: I got it. Jamie: [ Crying ] Jess: Shut up. Jamie: [ Crying ] Jess: Shut up. Raylan: Mr. Cosgrove? You remember us from this morning? Glenn: Of course. Yeah, no, we all... We all heard what happened. But I mean, like, what did happen? Raylan: Oh, couple hard cases got tipped off about the appointment. They were just set up for us. Glenn: You know where that tip came from? Tim: We're running it down. Raylan: How you doing? Gayle: I'm good. How are you? Glenn: Honey, these are the two marshals. Remember that thing on the news I was telling you about? Gayle: Yeah. Hi. Hi. Raylan: Glenn, maybe Mrs. Cosgrove wants to go back in the house? Gayle: Why would I go inside? Glenn: Yeah, why... why... why does she need to go inside? Gayle: Why would I need to go inside? Raylan: Are you sure you want her here for this? Gayle: Here for what? Glenn, what's going on? Glenn: I have no idea. Let's... Tim: Mr. Cosgrove. Glenn: Take your hands off me, man. Tim: We know about Jess Timmons. We know he was at Northpoint when you were there. Glenn: Who? Tim: How long do you think it'll be before we find him? Raylan: You think he's gonna stand up for you, just go down with the ship? I see you believe that I know what you're talking about, but I... What about Jamie, you really didn't think she wasn't gonna tell anybody? Tell anybody what? You wanna answer that, or should I? I can't answer that, `cause I have no idea what you're talking about. - Ok. Mrs Cosgrove, the... inmate who escaped today, was eight months pregnant, your husband was the father. Are you crazy? What? They hired a convict that he knew from Northwood, to help her escape. Come on, you think my husband knocked up some inmate... and, and, and helped her escape, and then what, he's gonna leave me, his job... Everything here... No. We're not certain he's gonna leave you. No we don't think he's gonna run off. We think he's gonna have her klled. That's the only way he can be certain that it doesn't come back to him. - What? You assholes are gonna hang out to dry for this. I'm gonna get my union rep. That can't be true, that can't be. Tell them, you tell them that it's not true. Well of course it's not true. Man we have over 20 calls between you and Jess Timmons last week alone. Oh my God. Honey, honey I need you... This isn't... You think I can't tell when you're lying. I am not lying. You could still do yourself a favor here. If there's a chance Jamie's still alive, you can help us get to her. 'Cause otherwise, it's contract mrder. Spend the next few years of your life looking at a wall and then get strapped to a gurney and have potassium chloride injected in your arm. Gayle: Glenn, if this is true, you tell them how to find that girl. Glenn: Gayle, please. Gayle: Tell them right now! Tell them!! [ Tires screech ] Thing is, I had 10 grand, and Jess said it wasn't enough for the risk he was taking. He had a solution, though. He'd heard there's people that'd pay 50 grand for a healthy white baby. Raylan: Glenn, we got it. You... you knocked up an inmate, you hired someone to mrder her and sell your child. Now shut the hell up, or Tim's gonna ht you in the face. Van: Will you give me those alcohol swabs and the Betadine packets? You should have told me the plan was to kll her. I figured if I told you, you probably wouldn't have come along. I wouldn't have. See? There you go. It's just, taking the baby is one thing... but... Look at it this way. If you weren't here, she'd still be dying, and I'd still be cutting that baby out myself. Probably klling it in the process. See, that's just like throwing money in the trash. See, this way, you get that baby out in one piece, you get paid. Don't seem near as wasteful now, does it? It's like when the plains Indians used to kll all those buffalo. They made sure they used every single part of that thing. It was a sign of respect for the life they were taking. Van: Will you grab me that gauze from over there? I want to be ready in case I ht a gusher. Jess: Thataboy. I ain't seeing the gauze over here. Van: Look to your left, on the counter. Jess: Telling you, if it's over here, I don't see... Hey! Van: Aah! Jamie: [ Whimpering ] [ Knock on door ] Raylan: U.S. marshals! Drop your wapon! Tim: It's all clear. Jess: [ Breathing heavily ] Raylan: Behind the table, drop your wapon. Jess: Oh, hey, there, fellas. Raylan: Show me your hands. Wasn't really expecting to see you boys again. Show me your hands. Or what? Huh, I got a gn on her belly, finger on the trigger. You sht me, you're gonna be spending the rest of the night cleaning up baby guts all over that fireplace there. Jess. Yeah. Jess you ever hear of a spot snpers call, The Apricot? It's where the brain stem meets the spine. ht a fellow there. He ain't gonna pull no trigger. It's just... Lights out. Oh, are you telling me you're that good? Me? [ Shakes head ] Really This how it's... Show me your hands. Come on, I got you. Come on, It's ok. It's ok. [ Dog barking in distance ] [ Insects chirping ] Ava: How did that happen? Boyd: Honestly, Ava, I don't have any idea. Ava: Go take a seat. Go on. Boyd: [ Moans ] Ava: Okay, take this. Go on. Clean yourself up. We'll pretend like this never happened. It happens again, though, and I will put you back in whatever gutter you just pulled yourself out of. Boyd: Yeah. Gayle: Deputy Givens. Raylan: Mrs. Cosgrove. Gayle: I was hoping I'd find you. Raylan: Yeah, I can't discuss your husband's case. Gayle: I know. Glenn's not evil. Or I guess maybe he is. You're married to someone for 11 years, you think you know them, what they're capable of. We tried for years to start a family. It turns out that I'm... I'm... I'm not able. So... Raylan: Yeah. Let me... let me see if I can find someone for you to talk to. Gayle: No, no, no. I'm... I'm just... What's the girl's name? Raylan: Again, I... I can't. Oh, do you know what she's uh, planning to do with the baby? Oh, I don't think she has much say in it. Gayle: Do you think maybe... I mean, I don't know how this works, but... I was kind of hoping that maybe, um... Raylan: I don't know how that works, either... But maybe I could find out for you. [ Insects chirping ] [ Footsteps approaching ] Raylan: Gary. That's not a real safe way to approach an armed man. Gary: [ Chuckling ] Oh, I guess you're right! Raylan: Uh-huh. Something I can do for you? Gary: Oh, no, no, no. No, I mean, you've already done more for me than I could ever hope to repay, which is why I felt like I needed to tell you face-to-face. I'm gonna get her back. Now, I know you think I'm no competition 'cause I can't sht you or outfight you or [chuckling] probably outscrew you. But if there is one thing I do know, Raylan, it's selling. I can get a guy to buy a house worse than the one he's in, cost him twice as much, and have him swear it was his idea. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Yeah, you thought a lot about this moment, huh? You say everything you meant to say? Gary: Yeah, pretty much. She left you for me once, Raylan. Winona: Who were you talking to? Raylan: Oh, it was nobody. What? Winona: Nothing. How was your day? Raylan: Long. Winona: You want to tell me about it? Raylan: You remember... you remember I always liked the name Jess for a boy? I'm over that. I told you. Easy... I was never a big fan of your list. Winona: What's wrong with my list? Raylan: Cody? Winona: Yeah. Raylan: Well, that's the moment I knew our marriage was doomed. Winona: You're really not gonna tell me about your day, are you? Raylan: You don't want to know. Winona: Reason I asked is 'cause I do want to know. Raylan: Okay. I saw a man thrat to sh*t a pregnant woman through the belly, just before a bllet went through his brain. So I guess you could say it wasn't good. Winona: I can handle that, Raylan. I can't handle silence. Raylan: [ Sighs ] All right. Winona: So, who were you talking to outside? Raylan: That was your husband. Winona: [ Laughs ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x02 - The Life Inside"}	foreverdreaming
Dewey: Bourbon! You can keep the ice. Hey, Boyd. You mind? Boyd: Not at all, Dewey Crowe. Dewey: Kind of surprised to see you in here. I thought you'd given up these poisons. Boyd: Well, I had. But many things have changed since last we spoke. Dewey: You mean when yon pointed your gn at me? Boyd: Well, the irony in that is that without me pointing my gn at you, you wouldn't be alive today. $3.25. Dewey: There's 25...35... 5...10...There's a couple pennies. It's currency, ain't it? What? Dewey Crowe. How you doin this fine afternoon? I'm good Ellen Mae, and you? I don't know, you tell me. Dewey: Yeah, I'm afraid I-I got nothing for you right at this second, but I'll be back real soon, and I'm gonna be flush. Ellen May: You ever get it together, you know where to find me. Boyd: I'd be more than happy to contribute to the cause, if you'd like. Dewey: I don't need your charity, Boyd. I got things lined up. Boyd: Whatever puts a smile on your face, Dewey Crowe. Dewey: You know, Boyd, for a guy who's supposedly changed, you sound an awful lot like you always did. [ Instruments tuning ] Raylan: What are we doing, Winona? Winona: What are we... Raylan: What are we doing? Winona: We're having some beers, and we're waiting for Dave Alvin to come on. Raylan: At a roadhouse 50 miles outside of Lexington? Winona: Was he playing somewhere else tonight? Raylan: No, that's not my point. Winona: What is your point? Raylan: If he was playing in Lexington, would we go see him? No. No, 'cause we drive to the middle of nowhere anytime we want to be seen in public. We lie to everyone we know. Winona: I thought we were being discreet. Raylan: Which I understood when Gary didn't know about us. Winona: Well, just because Gary knows about us doesn't mean the whole world needs to know about us. Raylan: I don't see why. Winona: 'Cause I'm still married, Raylan. Raylan: What if you weren't? Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Alvin. Winona: Well, that's a longer conversation. [ Cheers and applause ] Dave: Hey, how y'all doing tonight? [ Mid-tempo music plays ] Raylan: Are you not divorcing Gary? Winona: Can we talk about this some... Raylan: Because if you aren't, then I really don't know what the hell we're doing. Winona: All right, maybe I wouldn't be so hesitant to tell the world and divorce Gary if I thought you and I could be actually happy together. Dave: ♪ Another city waitin' up ahead ♪ Raylan: I can't believe you said that. Winona: I'm sorry. It's just... I-I wanted tonight to be fun. This was supposed to be...fun. Tim's here. What? Tim, your fellow Marshal is at the bar. Dave: ♪ 'Cause I always want to live without regrets ♪ Raylan: Let's invite him over. Winona: We should take off. Raylan: Are you serious? Winona: You cannot be serious. Did you hear a word I just said? Raylan: You said you wanted to have fun. Let's have fun. Come on. Dave Alvin. Winona: Either give me your keys or come with me. Dave: ♪ trying to get by... ♪ Raylan: Okay. Dave: ♪ ... and tired of being alone ♪ ♪ for a moment, I thought she was mine ♪ ♪ 'cause she had a voice I just wanted to believe ♪ ♪ she said her mother was full-blooded Cherokee ♪ ♪ and her daddy was a union man down in the mines ♪ ♪ fightin' the good fight 'cross the Harlan County line ♪ What are we stoppin' for? Bridge is out, what do you want me to do? Get back to your seat. Oh, come on Bobby I gotta drain it. Hold it. I've been holding it. You piss out the window if you want. But you ain't gettin' off this bus. You want me to back it up? Where you goin'... shit You all stay down and be quiet! Pick him up. Man I got a bad back. Lift up your legs. Cutter: You want to grab the junk, or were you thinking we'd stay a little while? Hoo-hoo! Looks like Christmas come early. I don't want to be hearing about this! ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Art: Well, I thought you both might want to know, AUSA has determined that the sh*ting of Jess Timmons was good. Raylan: No surprise there. Art: Hell of a sht. Did you consider what might have happened if you'd missed? Can't carry a tune. I don't know how to sh*t a basket ball, and my handwriting is barely legible. But I don't miss. Art: All right, that'll do it. Raylan? Raylan: Hmm? Art: Stay a minute, would you? [ Clears throat ] Do I need to be concerned? Raylan: About what? Oh, shit. He saw us? Listen. It's not what it looked like. It was just two people having some beers, seeing some music. Art: Is that right? Raylan: Yeah. Art: Raylan, what are you talking about? Raylan: What are you talking about? Art: I'm asking if I need to be concerned about Tim, 'cause he just sht a man, and you've sht men. And he's a little off. And you're always a little off. And so I'm just asking. Raylan: If there's something eating at him, I haven't noticed. Art: Okay. Raylan: Okay. Art: You're not getting off the hook that easy, though. Two people, out having beers, seeing music. Raylan: Let's just forget it. Art: So, you were out with somebody, and Tim happened to be there. Raylan: Could we not? Just... Art: Suppose it could be Rachel. Are you sleeping with Rachel? Raylan: No. Art: I don't guess Ava's looking to spend time with you. And I think I would remember if it was me. Raylan: You done? Art: Unless, of course, you roofied me. Did you roofie me, Raylan? Raylan: Goodbye, Art. Art: [ Laughs ] Wait. Wait. I've got one more thing to talk to you about. Walk with me. I got a call this morning from a trooper down in Harlan, Tom Bergen. Raylan: Yeah. Helped us out with that Jimmy Earl Dean deal. Art: One of his troopers found an abandoned church bus out on Glen Hollow Road, and the sole remaining survivor had a hole in his head the size of a .38-caliber bllet. Raylan: See, now, that's why I don't go to church. Art: Well, you should start, but not with this one, 'cause apparently it doesn't exist. Bus was stolen, and they found a receipt on the floor from a convenience store in Jacksonville, Florida. Raylan: Oxy run? Art: Mm-hmm. Probably on the return leg. Then it was ht by another set of criminals. Raylan: Shit. Art: You think it was him? Raylan: Well, I don't know, what do you think? I don't know, you told me he was playing it straight. It wouldn't be the first time he said one thing and did another. I'll give you a call when I get down to Harlan. Art: All right. Holy shit. Wait a minute. I got it. Winona. You were out with Winona. [ Laughs ] Oh, shit. And I thought sleeping with a witness was stupid. Raylan: Hey. No, no, no. Hey. It ain't like that. Art: I really would like to know what it is like. Raylan: And I'd love to tell you, but right now my presence is needed in Harlan. Art: [ Chuckles ] You're a thrill a minute, Raylan. We need to sell tickets. [ Indistinct conversations ] Pruitt: I ask you something, Crowder? How'd you manage to get this job, huh? I heard about you, some of the things you done. This ain't the most reputable operation in the world, but seems to me they could have done better than hiring a mrder ex-con. Boyd: Maybe you should ask the people who hired me. Pruitt: I'd rather ask you. Kyle: Hey, Pruitt. You ain't got no cause for that. Leave him alone. [ Scoffs ] Spend all that time down below, looking out for people, just to come up and start brawling. I'm Kyle. So you're Boyd Crowder, huh? Boyd: Yeah, that's right. Kyle: I been here a couple days. How about you? How long you been here? Boyd: Not long this go-round. Kyle: Hey, say... you know where a fella can get a drink in a dry county? Boyd: There's a bar in a puddle out by Cumberland. Kyle: Well, I tell you what. I'm buying if you care to join. Boyd: No offense, Kyle, but, uh, I prefer to drink alone. Kyle: None taken. Maybe next time. Gonna be a tough hog ho tie. Tom: Now, the way I figure it, we got two tracks. One is, who was running this Oxy bus? The other ones, who set out to rob it? I figure you're right. And that fella got sht, Bobby Lawton... Raylan: Mm-hmm? Tom: He's Frankfort, born and raised. Raylan: Dixie mafia? Tom: You got any experience with that bunch? Raylan: Little bit. [ Siren chirps ] Doyle: Good day, gentlemen. Raylan: Doyle. Tom: Chief. Doyle: Quite a mess we got here. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Tom: It'll do. Doyle: I know you two don't hold the local P.D. in the highest regard... and I can't say I blame you after what's transpired down here... But the last thing we want is criminals stealing from criminals, people shting at each other out of pickup trucks. So you all find anything or need a hand, y'all let me know. You gonna talk to Boyd Crowder about this? It seems like it's in his wheelhouse, as they say. Raylan: That it does. Doyle: Are you aware of his current living situation? Raylan: Hmm? Doyle: Well, you can find him shacked up over at Ava's. Raylan: Hmm. Dewey: Aah-aah! Boyd: Dewey Crowe. You come to regale me with stories of your Floridian adventures. Dewey: Surprised you got the nerve to ask me that, boy. I'm sorry, do you find that offensive? God damn it, don't play with me I know it was you. What was me? I saw Cutter Boyd, I know you tipped him off, I was gonna make $200 from that trip, and now I got nothing. Wait a second, you talkin' about Cutter from the "Commando days?" How many Cutters do you know? What was it you think I had him do? Rob the damn bus, what do you think? Oh, well this figures. Hey, Ava. You got two minutes to get him out of here. Bye, Ava. She looks as good as ever, huh? Are you tellin' me, that the reason why you're here is that Cutter robbed your Oxy bus, and you think I'm responsible. I don't care that you robbed it Boyd, but I need that money. These here are rockhard times for Dewey Crowe. - I had no hand in it. Well, why should I believe that? Alright. If... if you didn't have a hand in it, then I'll assume you won't mind if I make a play for it myself. Boyd: What are you thinking? Don't. Dewey: Don't what? Boyd: Don't go to Amber Holler and try to rob some robbers. Dewey: I wasn't gonna do that. Boyd: They probably already unloaded it by now, and if they haven't, they're gonna be on edge, high on their own stash. Now, you don't want to walk into that. Dewey: Spoken like a man protecting his associates. Boyd: Spoken like a man who doesn't want to see you get klled. Hey! Whoever Cutter took those pills from is gonna want them back. Now, you take them from Cutter, you're gonna have two sets of angry Kllers looking high and low for you and that oxy. Dewey: I know you think I'm stupid, Boyd, but... I ain't. I'm gonna get what's mine, and you'd be best not to get in my way. [ Engine turns over ] Boyd: I'm gonna ask you one more time, son. Don't do it. [ Birds chirping ] [ Knock on door ] Raylan: Hello, Ava. Ava: [ Scoffs ] Raylan: Sorry just to stop by like this, but I need a minute. Ava: Okay. What can I do for you, Raylan? Raylan: Actually, I'm here for Boyd. Ava: You see his truck? Raylan: I'm not familiar with his truck. Ava: Tell the truth. You come to my door to talk to Boyd or to ask me why he's living in my house? Raylan: I'm here on business, Ava. Ava: Raylan, Bowman didn't leave me with much more than shitty memories and a balloon payment on a mortgage that I can't afford. Now, I work at the beauty parlor in Crobin, but it ain't hardly enough. And Boyd, he helps out. I know it's odd. But do you realize he's the only kin I have left? Raylan: It sounds mutually beneficial. Has he left for work? Ava: We have an arrangement. No liquor in the house. I was drinking way too much. Maybe you noticed. And no trouble with the law. He does anything I find the least bit offensive, I throw him out. It's really pretty simple. Raylan: Ava, why I'm here... I'm looking into the possibility that he had a hand in hijacking an oxy bus, shting a guard. There are these pill mills in Florida don't computerize records. Dixie mafia's been hiring busload of folks to go down to Broward County... Ava: Yeah, I know what an oxy bus is. I read the papers. You think Boyd hijacked one? Raylan: I wouldn't be standing here otherwise. Ava: [ Exhales, chuckles ] Guess that explains Dewey being here. Raylan: Dewey Crowe? He was here? Ava: Mm-hmm. He and Boyd were arguing about something. I didn't pay much attention to what. Guess maybe I should have. Raylan: Ava. Ava: Mm-hmm? Raylan: Anything you can tell me would be helpful. Ava: Boyd already left for his night shift. But he doesn't go straight to the mine. He stops at Audry's first. I'm sure you know where that is. You probably lost your virginity there. Good luck! [ Vehicle approaches ] Sorry son, we close early on Tuesday. I just need me a ski mask, won't take but a second. A ski mask? That's right. Son this is Kentucky, what do you need a ski mask for? Who are you? The ski mask police? You got one or not? Well I don't have ski masks, maybe you should try the surplus store down the street. They're the ones who sent me here. There's always Ebay. He what? It don't have to be a ski mask, you got a catchers mask or, one of them Hockey goalie masks like they wear in that slasher movie. You want I should call the police right now and save you the trouble? Dewey: Well, I thought this was America. Are you telling me a man can't buy a mask in America no more? You're welcome to buy anything you see here, son. But you do it now, because I'm fixing to lock that door in two minutes. Raylan: Back in Audry's. Feel like I'm 13 again. Boyd: Late bloomer, huh? Raylan: Is it just me, or has the presence of a U.S. marshal made these folks uneasy? Boyd: Well, maybe it's just your hat. I don't suppose you being here is a coincidence. Raylan: Hey, where's Dewey? Is he here, too? Boyd: Well, why would I know where Dewey is? Raylan: Well, I heard you guys have been hanging out again. Boyd: Ava told you that? Raylan: Mmm. I got to admit, it took me by surprise, you and her shacking up. Boyd: Well, it's not what you think. Raylan: She told me if you looked at her funny, she'd kick you out. Boyd: Well, maybe it is what you think. Your reason for being here would be? Raylan: Is to ask you if you had anything to do with that oxy bus getting jacked out on Glen Hollow Road. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Now, why, considering the context of our last conversation, would you come here and ask me about that? I thought I made myself fairly clear about my intentions. Raylan: Simple question. Yes or no. Boyd: True, but the real question is whether or not you will believe my answer. Raylan: Well... Hell, give it a sht. We'll see. Boyd: [ Sighs, laughs ] No, Raylan. I had nothing to do with that bus being robbed. Raylan: Okay. I don't suppose you know who did? Boyd: If I did know, would I be obligated to share it with you? Raylan: That's up to you. How much blood do you want on your hands? How much did you enjoy prison? Dewey: Federal marshal! Show me those hands and get on the gddmn ground! Cutter: Oh, my God! Dewey: Sit down! Hands behind your heads! I will put a hole through you if you make me. You boys think you're pretty smart, don't you? Well, if you was, I wouldn't be standing here. You gonna tell me where the rest of them pills is at, or are you gonna keep being smart? Cutter: What pills? Dewey: Outlaw life's hard, ain't it? Now you gonna tell me, or I'm gonna start putting bllts in places that bleed. Elrod: You can't do that. Dewey: Hell, I can't! I'm federal marshal Raylan Givens! Don't nobody mess with me 'round these parts. Now, where's them pills at?! [ gn ] Elrod: All right! Okay, the microwave. Dewey: Either of you move, it'll be the last mistake you ever make. Cutter: You have any idea who you're messing with, asshle? Dewey: Hmm, well, let me see. Is he a federal marshal, like I am? Then I don't give a shit! Cutter: We'll see you again. [ Groans ] Dewey: Yeah, well, don't you forget. It's Raylan Givens. Come looking for me. You hear? If I was you boys, I'd give up this oxy bullshit. Go back to poaching gators. It's safer. [ Door opens, closes ] [ Dog barking ] Raylan: Your C.I. saw this guy come in and rob these boys of their pills. Doyle: That's right. Raylan: Well, she get a good look at him? Doyle: Yeah, she did. Raylan: Well? Doyle: Raylan, you and I go back a long way. We grew up around here together. Our families have both had their issues with the law. And despite that criminal element, both of us became lawmen. Raylan: I'm sorry. What are we talking about? Doyle: I got to thinking, "maybe Raylan isn't the man I always thought he was. Hell, maybe Raylan ain't the man everybody thinks he is." Raylan: Was that supposed to be an answer? Doyle: Sometimes a man does a thing, and certain folks, they might see that thing as something wrong. Others, they might embrace that. Hell, I mean, they might even be in a position to help that man out, providing that favor gets returned later on. Raylan: Are you speaking Martian, Doyle, 'cause I swear I don't... Doyle: I know you took them pills, Raylan. Raylan: I did what, now? Doyle: The C.I. in there? She seen the whole thing. She said marshal Raylan Givens busted in there, hat and all, and stole them pills, at gn. Raylan: Well, then, I guess you got me, Doyle. Doyle: I do. Raylan: Oh, for Christ's sakes! Am I the man you saw? Man I saw what? Doyle: Who robbed Elrod and Cutter. [ Laughing ] Lord, no. Doyle: Well, you said... Raylan: And you believed her? Doyle: I don't know you, Raylan! Ha! I mean, you think there ain't never been a dirty marshal? Raylan: What was that shit you were saying? Doyle: What shit? Raylan: About "you think you know a man but don't"? Doyle: I was just feeling you out, pal, just making sure. Raylan: Is that what that was? Like the way one drug user tries to see if a man he just met is carrying? Something like that? Doyle: That's how you see. Raylan: This man you saw... Describe him to me. Oh, well, he was smaller... Raylan: Mm-hmm. ...Kinda scrawny. He had a neck tattoo peeking up out of his shirt. Raylan: What'd it look like? I couldn't really make it out. It was just some letters going across. I ain't ever seen a lawman with a tattoo on his neck. Raylan: Anything else? He was making some strange comments... one at the end about poaching gators. Raylan: Poaching gators? Yeah, I remember it 'cause it didn't make no sense at all. Raylan: Put out an A.P.B. out on a man named Dewey Crowe. Dewey: It was a thing of beauty. They never even knew what ht them! Ellen May! Ellen... Ellen May. Okay, now, why don't you grab a friend? Let's go out back, and we're gonna have us some fun, okay? Ellen May: You for real? Dewey: I'm for real. Take a little peek at that. What do you think of that? Ellen May: I love it. You want light or dark? Your hair, Dewey. Dewey: Oh. I-I'm good either way. [ Both laugh ] I ain't fussy! Dewey: Don't you want to hear what happened? Boyd: Not particularly. Dewey: It was a thing of beauty. They never even saw it coming. And you'll never believe who I told them I was. Oh...Raylan Givens. Hey! I need a bourbon. I need a double bourbon. I need one for my friend. Boyd: I'm fine. Dewey: Well, ain't you gonna celebrate with me? Boyd: I got to go to work. Dewey: What's got you so jammed up? Boyd: You know what, Dewey? If you had any smarts in that head of yours, you would get in your car right now, and you'd start driving, and you wouldn't stop until you saw the Everglades. Dewey: You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Boyd: I know that if you stay here, you're not long for this earth, son. Dewey: You know what I think? I think that you're just mad because I had the stones to do this, and you didn't. Boyd: You can think what you want. Just do it from your car. Dewey: I will leave here when I'm good and ready, and ain't you or no one else gonna tell me no different. Boyd: You chose your path. Good luck to you, son. Dewey: Here's my girls! Ellen May: You ready to have a good time? Dewey: You bet you! Let's go! [ Cellphone ringing ] Raylan: Givens. Boyd: Raylan, I was wondering if back when we were digging coal together that you had an inkling of the man that I might someday become? Raylan: You mean just 40 and still single? Boyd: Well, I never thought that I would make a phone call like this, Raylan. Raylan: Well, if it's about Dewey, don't worry about it. I already know. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, he's at Audry's, handing out oxycontin like he's a pharmaceutical rep. Dewey: That is just about the best thing I ever laid eyes on. [ Both women laugh ] Ellen May: I always knew you'd be a good time, deputy Dewey. Dewey: That's right. Gonna be good times from here on in! Hey, why don't you two kiss a little more so I can watch. Raylan: Oh. Hey, this is quite a party. You mind if I come in? Dewey: Hell, yeah, we do! This here's a private party. Raylan: Ladies, I'm deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. Ellen May: Another one. Raylan: No, not another one. I'm actually a real U.S. marshal. I want you both to go put your clothes on. Dewey: No! No, wait! Wait, wait, wait. Raylan, please, I'm begging you. Just give me five more minutes. I will do whatever you want. Raylan: Seriously? Ellen May: Whatever you want. Yeah, whatever you want, baby. [ Both laugh ] Raylan: Thank you. But I need you to get dressed. Get dressed. Well, I always figured you for a special kind of idiot, Dewey Crowe, but what you have done in the past 12 hours is light years beyond any stupidity even I thought you were capable of. Dewey: I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Raylan: Well, I'm talking about the pills in your car. Dewey: Oh, those?! Those are for you! You deputized me, remember? I was just seizing them for you. Raylan: That's good. I'm impressed. And I assume you were gonna tell me just as soon as you finished up here. Is that it? Dewey: That's right. Raylan: Oh. So who tipped you off? Were you on the bus? Who hired you? Oh, I'm sorry, Dewey. Are you worried about looking like less than a man, 'cause I believe that ship has already sailed. Dewey: Bobby Lawton. He got klled. Raylan: You talk to anyone above him? [ Gate creaks ] Whoa, fellas? Deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens! I'm gonna need you to stop right there. Just keep your hands where I can see them. Cutter: Ain't falling for that shit again. Raylan: Hey! You gonna stop shting for a minute and let me get a word in?! All right. Well, the good news is, you seem to be in the right place. The drugs you stole and the man who stole them from you are here. The bad news? So am I. Let's kll him. Here's the deal, either of you move, I'll kll you. Tell me who hired you to ht that bus. Cutter: It was your brother Dickie. [ gn ] Doyle: Clear! Must have thought I was kidding. Told them to drop their gn. Raylan: Let's go. Coover: [ Coughing ] Dickie: Do you understand what I'm... You do not understand what I'm saying. I'm saying all that smoking, and you just can't help yourself, can you? You can't do it. Coover: I'm under a lot of stress. You ain't? [ Cellphone rings ] Who is it? Dickie: Stress. It's Cutter. Coover: It's Cutter. Where's our pills?! Dickie: Where the hell is you?! Coover: Yeah! Dickie: Yeah! Yeah! Doyle: Is this the dumbest piece of cat shit on the face of the earth? Is it? Coover: What's he saying? Dickie: Oh, now. Now, now. And just who the hell might this be? Huh? Huh? Doyle: It might be the guy who just saved your ass! Coover: Jesus Christ! Doyle: Outside, both of you. Coover: Why? Dickie: Why? Doyle: 'Cause it smells like pot and piss in here. Outside. I ain't got all night! Against the wall. Let's go! Dickie: How's that? Coover: What is your problem? Doyle: What's my problem? I just find out you two are responsible for hijacking a shipment of oxy, and I got to kll two morons to keep your asses out of jail. Cutter and Elrod told me it was you right before I klled them. Coover: Ain't they told anyone else besides you it was us? Doyle: Well, I don't know, Coover. I didn't conduct a full-tilt interrogation. Coover: Did you get the oxy? Doyle: Do you know who that bus belonged to? Either of you? Dick? Dickie: The boys up in Frankfort. Doyle: That's right. Now you really wanna stir up that hornet's nest? Huh? We ain't afraid of Frankfort. Doyle: You ain't afraid of Frankfort. Dickie: I am not afraid of Frankfort. Doyle: Well, what about if mama found out? You afraid of mama? Dickie: Yeah, well, that is why I used Elrod and Cutter. Doyle: The Dixie mafia is gonna be sniffing around down here, if Cutter and Elrod worked for anyone. Is there anything that can come back to you besides that cellphone? Anything? Coover: No. Doyle: Dick? Dickie: No. Doyle: Either one of you two knuckleheads have any more bright ideas, you come to me first. [ Insects chirping ] [ Ignition beeping ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Ava: Twice in one day. I am a lucky girl. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Ava: Assuming you're still looking for Boyd? Raylan: No, I found him. Ava: You throw him in jail? Raylan: I assume he's down in the mine, working his shift, as per usual. Ava: So he didn't rob that bus after all, huh? Raylan: Guess not. Mm-mm-mm. Ava: You come here just to tell me that? Raylan: Well, considering your arrangement, I wouldn't want you to throw him out 'cause of something I said. Ava: Very thoughtful of you. Raylan: I want you to throw him out because he's Boyd Crowder. Ava: Really? Raylan: Mm-hmm. I understand, Ava. He says he wants to change, and I might buy that he wants to. Ava: But you don't think he will. Raylan: Believing that kind of shit could get me klled. And I think the same goes for you. You trying to get back at me? Because if that's the case, there's other ways to do it than moving Boyd in. Ava: Whoa. This isn't about you, and it is mighty arrogant of you to think otherwise. Raylan: Well, then why? Why invite even the possibility of the trouble he brings into your home? Ava: I told you. Raylan: Oh, that's right. You need to pay your rent, and he's your kin. Well, you can call me arrogant if you want, but I don't buy that shit. Ava: Then why? Raylan: I don't know, Ava. Ava: No. You tell me, o wise one, why... Who cheated on me with his ex... Who's married? Raylan: Ava... Ava: Would you like to come inside and talk about this? Raylan: I don't think that's a a good idea. Then go. You were chosen not to be apart of my life. So you don't get a say in how I live it. And Boyd? He's staying here. Raylan: Okay. Ava: Okay. Raylan: Yeah. Ava: You know, and I'd appreciate, the next time a bus gets robbed in Harlan that you wouldn't come knocking on this door. [ Insects chirping ] [ Ignition beeping ] Boyd: [ Sighs ] Kyle: Bourbon, please. Boyd: What does a man have to do to get a quiet drink in these parts? Kyle: Well, what do you know? Boyd Crowder. Fancy that. Boyd: Sorry. What's your name? Kyle: Kyle. Boyd: I thought I stated it rather politely the other day. I prefer to drink alone. Kyle: Oh, well, you did. You did, and I respect that. I do. But, uh... Well, truth is, I came here to offer you something. I should have come clean at the mine. I know who you are, Boyd Crowder, and I'm a great admirer of all that you've done. I mean, Crowder's commandos? Shit! Brother, you're a local legend. You was popping off them Jews like you was in a video game. Boyd: I never klled any Jews, Kyle. In fact, I don't think I've ever met a Jew in my life. Kyle: All I'm saying is that I understand who you are. You had a vision. And I have a vision. You and me, we's the same. Boyd: You don't know anything about me, or why I have done the things that I have done in my life. Kyle: Well, now, hold on. Ain't no reason to get riled up. I klled people, too. And I lost friends, like you did, out in the woods. But some sacrifices are necessary. Sometimes, people are disposable. Men like you and me, we understand that. Come on, Crowder! Boyd! Come on. Ain't no need to run off. Wait a second, will you? I want to talk to you about something. Will you just wait a second? [ Engine turns over ] Please wait. Give me two seconds. Come on. Turn the engine off. Aah! Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? Boyd: Kyle, come on. Let's have a little conference time, one-on-one, me and you. Kyle: Please, Boyd! Boyd: What do you want to talk about? Want to talk about my past? klling people, blew shit up. Is that what you want to talk about? You want to talk about God and faith and hope? Kyle: My feet are burning! Boyd: And religion... You want to talk about that? Kyle: Jesus Christ! Boyd: Jesus Christ. We can talk about him, pal. You want to meet him? Huh?! Kyle: No! Boyd: Do you want to meet your maker, Kyle, 'cause I'll be right behind you. How about we do this on "three"? Shall we? One... two... Kyle: Stop! Stop the car! Boyd: Three! Aahhh! Aahhh! Aaahh!	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x03 - The I of the Storm"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on Justified... Y'all stay down and quiet. Cutter: Hoo-hoo! Looks like Christmas come early. [ Police radio chatter ] Doyle: Good day, gentlemen. Raylan: Doyle. Tom: Chief. Doyle: I know you two don't hold the local PD in the highest regard, but y'all find anything or need a hand, y'all let me know. Tell me who hired you to ht that bus. Cutter: It was your brother Dickie. Doyle: I just found out you two are responsible for hijacking a shipment of oxy, and I got to kll two morons to keep your asses out of jail? You know who that bus belonged to? Dickie: The boys up in Frankfort. Doyle: Yeah, that's right. Dickie: I ain't afraid of Frankfort. Doyle: What about if mama found out? You afraid of mama? Kyle: I came here to offer you something. I should have come clean at the mine. I know who you are. Boyd: You don't know anything about me. Kyle: Wait a second, will you? Turn that engine off. Aah! Jesus Christ! Boyd: Jesus Christ. We can talk about him, pal. Aah! [ Indistinct talking ] [ Music slows ] Dickie: Looks like we got company. [ Music stops ] Raylan: Loretta McCready. What brings you up this way? Loretta: Might ask you the same question. Doyle: Raylan, what's this all about? Come up for a little Sunday dinner? Raylan: Well, you know how the job is, Doyle. Doyle: Yeah. Raylan: Nights and weekends is when all the good stuff happens. Doyle: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Task force never rests. Doyle: Task force? Raylan: What, they didn't, uh... Well, I'm sure they'll be contacting you directly. Doyle: Well, task force or no, you're stepping outside yourself, showing up at my family home, aren't you? Raylan Givens, uninvited don't mean unwelcome, Doyle. You missed lunch, can I fix you a plate? Raylan: Oh, no, I'm fine. But I did bring you something. Mags: Ooh! Apple pie. Raylan: Of course, it don't compare to your home brew. Mags: Be a new batch soon. I'll set you back a jar with your name on it. Raylan: I appreciate that. I also got some things here for the kids, if it's all right. Oh, come here, guys. Marshal's service is big on trinkets. Go ahead and take one. There you go. And that there is Eastern Kentucky's official marshal's coin. Loretta: How much is it worth? Raylan: It's not for spending, just collecting. Doyle: "Justice is coming." Huh. Mags: Uh, Doyle, you take Loretta on, and you entertain the kids. Grown-ups need to chew the fat here. Go on now. Loretta: Yes, ma'am. Mags: Go on, all of you. You too, Doyle. Way she tells it, you saved her life. Raylan: Well, looks like there's a lot of us looking after her these days. Mags: What's that they say? Takes a village? Raylan: Something like that. Might we have a word, Mags? Of course you're all welcome to listen. Don't mind them. What's on your mind? Wondering if you know of a man with the name of Bobby Lawton? Name doesn't ring a bell. Fellow who got klled on that Oxy bus few days back. Turns out he was a foot soldier for the Dixie Mafia out of Frankfort. Dixie Mafia, Lord... That sounds like a mighty dangerous outfit. And they've been known to be, yeah... Such that, hittin' their drug pot line ain't something we imagine that these hijackers would have undertaken on their own initative. I believe your boy Doyle inquired as to who they work for. Yeah, I asked them... They drew down on me. Right, had no choice but to put them down. That's about right. Well, one of the hijackers, named Elrod Platt, we got his cellphone records. Week before the hijacking show he had numerous conversations with Dickie. Yes he did speak to Dickie, I spoke to Elrod about buying an ATV for the business. Raylan: We may never be able to prove otherwise. But I want you to know that I know what's going on... out of respect. Dickie: Mama, I swear... Mags: Shut it! Marshal, you know I deal a little weed. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Mags: And man of your age, you can't tell me you hadn't smoked a little reefer. Raylan: I can't. Mags: And you know my position on oxy and meth and the rest. Raylan: As you've stated it, yes, ma'am. Mags: And yet you find it acceptable to come in here and bust in on my family dinner, asking if I've had a hand in robbing a bus full of shit from a bunch of Frankfort peckerwoods. Raylan: Mags, I never asked if you robbed that bus. Mags: No, no, no. You're just being all clever, insinuating without asking. Trying to stir things up... that it? Raylan: You tell me, Mags. Is it working? Mags: Let me ask you something, Raylan. Raylan: fre away. Mags: Why do you care so much? Raylan: I'm sorry? Mags: Come on, now, child. Gonna sit there on my lumber and tell me this has got nothing to do with the history between our families? With why my boy there hasn't walked right for the past 21 years? Raylan: Frankfort mob gonna come over that hill bringing hell with them because of that bus. They'll stay till they've bled this county white. Whatever our family history, Mags... that's why I care. Mags: Sure I can't fix you a plate? Raylan: No, thank you. Mags: How about some dessert? Raylan: Nice of you to offer. You all enjoy the rest of your supper, hmm? Mags: Why didn't you tell me?! Doyle: I had nothing to do with it. Mags: Oh, other than sh*ting a couple of assholes to keep them from talking! Doyle: Yeah, well, that. Dickie: Look. I thought this was a good deal. I did. And I know how you feel about Oxy, but the thing is... I don't give a shit what you think! What I do give a shit about are our bigger plans, which do not need a federal marshal snooping around! Dickie: So... what are we gonna do about Raylan Givens? Doyle: What do you mean? Dickie: Wha... what do I mean? I think she wants us to kll him. Doyle: Have you not been listening? Coover: Yeah. She said she didn't want him snooping around. Dickie: That's right. Doyle: You have any idea the federal shitstorm we'd bring down if we klled a marshal? We're talking black hawk-helicopter time. Jesus. [ Sighs ] I don't want either of you two doing shit or even contemplating doing shit until you run it by someone who can think. [ Sighs ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [ Knock on door ] Boyd: It's open. Is the music too loud? Ava: Little bit. What are you reading? Boyd: "Of Human Bondage." Ava: I don't know that. Boyd: Yeah, I just started. Ava: Little stuffy in here. Boyd: I don't mind. Ava: It's nicer out on the porch. Wigs are popular again. Starting to cut into business, although there was this one woman yesterday... She wanted me to add curls to hers. She brought it in on a foam head, put it up in my chair, like it was a real person. You believe that? Boyd: That's something. Ava: She didn't tip for shit, either. I hate doing wigs. Boyd: You know, I always wondered what I'd look like with long hair. Ava: [ Chuckles ] That is a funny image, Boyd. Boyd: I'm serious. I thought if I had long hair, I might be the lead singer in a rock band. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Boyd: I love music. Ava: Well, can you sing? Boyd: No. No, I can't sing... not a lick. But my grandmother, she could sing. She would sing out in the backyard, and I'd sit and listen to her. It calmed me. Ava: Well, life is long. Boyd: Yeah. Boyd: Ava, you best go inside. Ava: Friends of yours? Boyd: Go on in and lock the door. Stop right there. I'm afraid I owe you an apology. What I did to you was uncalled for. It's just that I get confused in my head whenever I think about such painful things. Kyle: [ Laughs ] It's all right, Boyd. It ain't what we're here for. Boyd: What are you here for? Kyle: You know my buddy Pruitt. Feels real bad about how he talked to you at the mine. This is Marcus. Here you go. Hey, thanks. Later's got a hard-on for you. Shit. Hey. You know what this chart is dawg? Service law. You were scheduled to service the main bathroom last night. Bathroom? Nobody likes to mop up piss and shit homes, think I don't know that? I must have misread, I did kitchen duty instead. Well that's one hell of a screw up. Ok, I'll get on it right now. No sit down. But if you want me, We're not done til I say we're done. Sit. You're a good homeboy, so I'm gonna walk it out. I snorted, sht, drank, grundled, and douched more junk before I was 30 than Rick James did in his lifetime. And I'm still kicking. You want to know why? Because I am the stair master. Yeah, I climb all 12 steps dozens of times, every day. Clinton: And that's admirable. Olander: You skipped out on your responsibilities. And now there's a price to pay. You need to make an inventory, and I want you to make amends. Clinton: Okay, all right. There are no excuses, all right? Olander: Oh, I know. And that's why I canceled your day pass. Now, I want you to go upstairs, work on your self-appraisal, and be at the 3:00 meeting. Clinton: Don't do that. I got some real big... Olander: I know about your plans. You'll have to reschedule for next week. Clinton: It won't be his birthday next week. Olander: This is a baby bitch slap. If I was really upset, I'd yank your chain all the way back to correction. Clinton: Bullshit! Olander: Ding-dong! You just earned yourself a 30-day-pass suspension. You can use the month to work on your lack of respect! Now get out of my office. Now! Mr. Arnett, this is Deputy Marshal Raylan Given. Not our first tango. Raylan, you just have a seat. How do you take your coffee? Oh, no nothing for me thank you. Well, the usual for me Yvette, make two in case the Deputy changes his mind. You want a Locké? Mr. Arnett likes Locké. Oh, he'll have a nudge... Ok. Is that Piper Van Winkle? Yeah, Frankfort's own. This particular concoction is a private single barrel made especially for me. Takes the edge of those bitter beans. Thank you. You're welcome. Just give me a buzz if you need anything. Oh you know I will. Okay. Raylan: Are you wearing pants? Arnett: I like to maintain my creases. Stay sharp. Raylan: Oh. I suppose there's no reason to get up. Hoping to have a civil discussion, avoid the gn that erupted last time I saw you. Arnett: Yes, that was unfortunate. But, you know, it's because of that wild day that I agreed to this meeting. Raylan: Is that right? Arnett: Quite frankly, I owe you one. You advised Gary to sign over that mall property to me. Raylan: That's not why I'm here. Arnett: I sold that property, and I took the money, and I invested in foreclosures. So when the market bounces back, I'm gonna be managing a multimillion-dollar fortune in Kentucky bluegrass. Raylan: So you are legitimate now. The Frankfort branch of the Dixie mafia has lost its best wheeler-dealer. Arnett: You believe in the Dixie mafia, I got me a toy factory in the North Pole you should invest in. Raylan: Mmm. Does Yvette know about any of the shit you did before real estate? Arnett: Oh, Yvette has no interest in my past. Makes her so special. Raylan: Oh. And what about the new associates? Do they know your résumé? Arnett: Are you blackmailing me? Raylan: No, this is just good, old-fashioned leverage. Arnett: Well, putting aside that you've jumped to some rather scandalous conclusions about me, I can absolutely assure you you're talking to the wrong guy here. Raylan: Who should I be talking to? Arnett: You might try the guy who tried to kll me on that wild day. Raylan: Wynn Duffy? Arnett: I hear he's taken over some management responsibilities with a certain organization I have no interest in being affiliated with. Raylan: That doesn't even exist, anyway. Well, if you talk to him... and I'm gonna assume you will... will you tell him that oxy bus he lost down in Harlan? He should just write that off. If he goes down there, chopping off limbs, I'm gonna personally turn him inside out. Would you tell him that for me? Arnett: Well, as I said... Raylan: Would you tell him that for me? Arnett: If I talk to him. Roxanne: Oh, dear lord! Olander: [ Moaning ] [ Coughs ] Roxanne: Was it Vinnie? Clinton? Olander: Clinton. Roxanne: Do I call the police or the marshals? Olander: No, we're not calling anybody. Roxanne: What? Olander: I'm gonna bring him back. [ Groans ] I know where he's going. [ Telephone rings ] [ Knock on door ] Gary: Hey. Winona: Hi. You still do that before you show a house? Gary: What, vanilla on foil? Of course. Ten minutes at 350, smells like fresh cookies baking. [ Chuckles ] You know, every room in the Biltmore mansion was connected to the kitchen, so anyone staying there would wake to the smell of... Winona: Fresh bread, yeah. I know. Gary: Told you that before, huh? Winona: Once or twice. Gary: [ Chuckles ] Well, thanks for coming by. Winona: Listen, Gary. Raylan told me that you talked and what you said. Gary: Huh. I didn't think he'd do that. Winona: I just want you to know that anything that happened with us happened after you moved out, okay? Gary: Thank you for that. But the truth is, you wouldn't have gone back to Raylan if I hadn't screwed up. Winona: Yeah, why did you do that, Gary? Why did you tell him that you were gonna try and get me back? Gary: I wanted him to know. Oh, it wasn't because you wanted me to know? Well, I was hoping you already knew. Winona, I love you. I have never stopped. And I do want you back, simple as that. Well, how you plan on doin' that Gary? You know, fixin' everything that happened. Restoring that trust, cause I tell you what, it's gonna take more than foyle and vanilla. Yeah well, that's why I asked you to come over. Now I know, the only way to restore trust is to be dad straight honest. Not hide anything I might wanna hide. Alright, so what is it? We need to get a divorce. Hey, what's goin' on? A call came in from a receptionist at the half-way house where my brother-in-law Clinton was assigned for parole. Apparently Clinton bat the shit out of his program manager and took off. Raylan: Your brother-in-law is on parole? Rachel: Long story. Art: The receptionist sat on her ass for over an hour before she called it in. Tim: The program manager told her not to. He said he knew where Clinton was headed, and he wanted to bring him in himself. Raylan: Does the receptionist know where he's headed? Tim: Nope. Rachel: It's my nephew, Nick... Clinton's son... it's his birthday. I'm guessing he'll make a beeline toward Nick's school. You already put a BOLO out on him? Art: Nah, I figured since he's your brother-in-law, I'd just let it slide. Rachel: We'll need a team to lock down Nick's campus. Art: Absolutely, but you won't be taking lead. Rachel: Chief... Art: No. You just get Nick, and you bring him back here. Raylan, you set up and wait. Raylan: Hey, how much of a bad guy is her brother-in-law? "Heads in a duffel bag," or just an asshle? Art: He klled her sister. [ Engine stops ] Clinton: Flex. Flex: Ahh! You look good. Clinton: Been a long while, bro. Flex: Better than last time I saw you. Clinton: Can we spit? Flex: Get in. Clinton: Cool. [ Clears throat ] Flex: You better not be looking to score. I'm out of the trade. Clinton: Okay. Flex: I'm becoming a magician, like that "Mindfreak" guy. I'm gonna be the first big, badass black magician. Learning all the basics on YouTube. I can do shit with a coin would make your eyes pop out. [ Laughs ] Clinton: You got a name for your act? Flex: Just Flex. Not "The Amazing Flex" or none of that shit. Just Flex. Got muscle and attitude. How you been? You look clean. Clinton: I quit after I copped to the truth. Flex: You ain't looking to score, what you out here for? Clinton: I got this here for my little man. It's his birthday. Flex: What is that? Clinton: Before I went in, this here is all he ever wanted. That and go to Billy the Kidzone. It's like Chuck E. Cheese... Pizza, games... only with cowboys. Flex: How old's your boy? Clinton: 12 today. [ Laughs ] Anyhow, I got to go pick him up from school today. Catch a ride? Flex: No can do. I got errands. Clinton: Okay. Spot me $100. I got to be at man o' wr before 3:00. Won't make it fooling around on that bus, you know. Flex: Strict policy, chief. I don't loan out money. Clinton: $75... I get you right back. Flex: This conversation's done. Get out. Clinton: Do me a solid, man. I'm trying to go get my boy. This is bullshit, man. It's real bullshit! Since when did you become such a pssy?! Flex: Since you became a bitch. Get your ass out. Get yo hands off me! Get yo hands off me! Flex: Hey, hey! Aah! God! Shit! Come back here! Hey! You hurt my hand! [ Door creaks ] Boyd: Can I leave the door open? Ava: Open's good. What are you gonna tell them? I heard the whole thing. Don't even bother lying about it. Boyd: Well, I wasn't gonna lie to you about it. And... I'm gonna tell them no. Ava: That's not what you said last night. Boyd: Well, I said I'd think about it. Ava: You know I won't tolerate criminal activity. Boyd: Well, I have no interest in that. Ava: Then why didn't you just say no when they asked? Boyd: I was being polite. Ava: Polite? Boyd: Polite. Ava, you have my word. You have a good day. Suspect approaching... black Chevy Chevelle with racing stripes. Raylan: U.S. marshals! I work with your sister-in-law, Rachel Brooks. Your son is in a safe place. Clinton: Just came to give my boy a gift. Raylan: Give it to me. I'll see he gets it. Now I need you to shut off your car... [ gn ] Nice car. [ Indistinct talking ] Nick: Here's one for you. Rachel: Huh? Nick: I found you a husband. Rachel: Are you on a dating site? You were supposed to be playing solitaire. Hmm. It's funny. I know, he's old and he's white, but he get's out in three years. Raylan: Hey, Winona. Winona: Raylan. Raylan: You okay? Winona: Yeah, I'm fine. Why, do I not look okay? Raylan: Well, you look, uh... It's just. I got to... Winona: I'm not okay. Raylan: I'm sorry. Winona: For what? Raylan: Whatever I did or didn't do. Winona: Why do you assume that when I'm upset, I'm upset with you? Raylan: You're usually upset with me. Winona: That's true. Raylan: Hmm. Winona: Gary asked me to his office. He said we need to get a divorce. Raylan: Wonderful. I mean, I'm so sorry. Winona: He only said it because our mortgage is upside down. We owe more on the house than what it's worth. Raylan: I know what "upside down" means. Winona: Okay. I guess he figures that if we get a divorce, then I can give him the house in the agreement, and then he's the only one who's gonna be dragged under in all this, and that would make me feel guiltier than shit, because the only reason we have this great, big house is because I wanted one. Raylan: He's a damn genius. He suggests divorce, knowing you'd feel too guilty to follow through. Well-played, Gary. Winona: What are you talking about? Raylan: He's just trying to show you he's a good guy. Winona: And somehow being a good guy is underhanded? Raylan: He's just trying to win you back. Winona: I still don't see why that's such a big problem. Raylan: How much you need to keep the house? Winona: Why? Is that gonna be your big play to win me? Raylan: I have savings. Winona: Oh. How much? Raylan: $800, $900, easy. Winona: [ Laughs ] Raylan: I really should go. Winona: Okay. Raylan: What's up, Nick? Nick: I have a bunch of these already. Raylan: Well, now you got one more. What are you doing? Nick: Finding Rachel a husband. Rachel: Nick, go get a soda. Nick: You're gonna end up bitter and alone. Rachel: You let Clinton get away. Raylan: You take this call? Rachel: Five minutes ago. Raylan: What's he want? Rachel: I don't know. I took down the number. Be grateful for that. Anything on the partial? Art: The only Chevelle with those letters belongs to a drug dealer... Rachel: Look no further. Art: ...By the name of Ralph Beeman. Goes by the name of Flex. I put out a BOLO on him. Anything from your mother? Rachel: No. I tried calling. There's no response. I'm heading there now. Art: Do you want to go there? Or do you need to go there? You honestly think I wanna cap my brother-in-law? Art: Raylan, go with her. Raylan: You want me to sht him? Just reading his file here. How did he, uh... Rachel: kll my sister? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Rachel: Driving while high. Wrapped their miata around a telephone pole. Shawnee went through the windshield. [ Doorbell rings ] Rachel: Ma, open up! [ Doorbell rings ] Ma! Ma! [ Muffled shouting ] Diana: He kept saying he wanted my car. I said I flushed the key. Rachel: Did you? Diana: No, but it sounded good. Rachel: And then you started sh*ting. Raylan: You should spend time at the range. Rachel: She has. Diana: Almost clipped his arm a couple times, just trying to keep him from leavin' Raylan: He took your gn? Diana: And my extra clip. Rachel, honey, I want you to promise me, you catch him, you won't sht him. Rachel: You just tried to sht him yourself. Diana: I was just trying to keep him still. You're the one who wants to kll him. Rachel: Why does everyone think I'm so hell-bent on klling him? Diana: I know you blame him, but he... Rachel: Of course I blame him. Diana: He wanted to help her. Rachel: [ Laughs ] Help her? Diana: Clinton tried to save Shawnee's life. Raylan: Okay. Diana: She overdosed. Rachel: This man tied you down in your own home, and now you're defending him. Diana: I am not defending him! I'm trying to explain him! [ Cellphone rings ] He was taking Shawnee to the emergency room when they crashed. Raylan: Okay. Givens. Diana: Clinton's got problems, but he loved your sister. Raylan: Where? Rachel: Loved her enough to pump her with poison. Raylan: On our way. Diana: She was addicted before she met him. You know that. Raylan: [ Clears throat ] Clinton called the office looking for you. Wants to make a deal. Clinton: [ Groans ] Sophie: Another coke? Clinton: Why stop at four? Sophie: Want me to bring this back in the kitchen, warm it up? Clinton: Sure. I should have waited to order, anyhow. Sophie: Oh, someone's running late, huh? Clinton: Yeah. He and his aunt better hurry up, or he ain't getting his birthday present. Ain't that right Furbat? I don't know why this thing speaks Chinese. [ Singing in Chinese ] Clinton: [ Laughs ] Olander: Clinton! What are you doing? Billy the Kidzone. Olander: Come on. We're going. Clinton: I don't think so. I told you it's my boy's birthday. Olander: Well, he ain't here. Sophie? Can I see I you for a moment? Sophie: Just a second. Can I get you anything? Right now or you're fired! Sophie: Okay! Mr. Cranky Pants needs a chocolate bar. I'll be right back. Olander: Let's go. Clinton: You didn't get the impression I was serious this morning? I'd kindly give you another go-round, that's what you want. Olander: You want to thrat me, smart guy? bat me down again? I'm here to help, asshle. I'm giving you another chance. Clinton: Why? Olander: I don't run the house for the fun of it, Clinton. It's what I believe in. It's what I do. It's why I didn't call the police. Clinton: That's all right, 'cause I just did. Olander: What? Clinton: Oh, shit. Flex: Who is he? Olander: Who am I? Who are you? Flex: I'm an associate of none of your gddmn business. You gotta be kiddin' me. Yeah, that's right we got some shit to talk about. And that piece you got underneath, just put it up on the table, slow... I conversate best when I'm nice and relaxed. Let me tell you something slick, whatever this is about, we can do it the easy way ain't that right Clinton? Shut up Olander. Yeah man shut up, go play Donkey Kong. I'm an officer of the law, put the gn down. You moved to the top of my list real fast. We're adults, we're gonna talk this through. We dont need gn. Do you have any idea of the ramifications of what you did? I was gonna be a Magician, you dick! How the hell am I supposed to do magic with this hand now? I'm not! That's the answer! I'm not. Your punk ass could'a gave me a ride. Flex: This is my fault now? Olander: He's right, Clinton. We don't blame other peo... Flex: Where's my car? Clinton: I ain't got it, bro. Flex: See, Clinton, that's the wrong answer. What you're supposed to say is, "of course you don't see it out front, Flex, since I parked it in the back." But you... you didn't say that. Clinton: I ditched it. Flex: Where? 'Cause I had a whole shitload of dope tucked into the panels of that car. Which hand you jack off with? Tim: U.S. marshals! No one move! [ gn ] Rachel: Don't sht! Clinton: Get back! Get back! Rachel: Clinton. Clinton: [ Panting ] Where's my son? Rachel: You honestly thought I'd bring him here? Clinton: I need to see my son! [ Panting ] I just... I just wanted to give him his gift. [ Distorted singing in Chinese ] Clinton: Shit. Get back! Rachel: Don't sht. Clinton: You don't come any closer. Rachel: Don't sht. Is this how you want Nick to remember his 12th birthday? His father shting an innocent man? Tim: Get up! Clinton: I loved your sister. Rachel: So did I. Art: Why do I have the office where the deputies sht people? Raylan: Nothing wrong with this one. Art: Meaning that there are things wrong with the other ones you've done? Raylan: Tell you the only thing wrong with this shting. She reacted faster than I did. Art: You're getting old. Raylan: Not as old as you. Art: And you're a dick. I'll talk to her tomorrow. But you're gonna have to walk her through the process. - Okay. I will. I hope this doesn't affect her ambitions. Art: I do, too. She's the best marshal I've got. Raylan: You realize I'm sitting right here? Art: I do. How'd it go in Frankfort? Raylan: Arnett swears he's out of the game. Pointed me to the man who used to be his gn thug, Wynn Duffy. I also got a call from Dewey Crowe's lawyer. Art: Concerning? Raylan: Says Dewey knows about some shit going down in Harlan that might be worth our while. Art: And what do you think? Raylan: Knowing Dewey? Bullshit. Clinton: Look at you, boy. Growing all tall and getting muscles. You shaving yet? Nick: I'm 12. Clinton: [ Sighs ] I got this for you. Nick: Thanks. [ Door closes ] Clinton: You know what that is? Nick: A Furby? Clinton: Furbot. It's a cheap knockoff. It only spoke Chinese. Nick: Chinese? How's it work? Clinton: It doesn't. Somebody sht it. Nick: Who would sht Furby? What did he ever do to anybody? Clinton: [ Laughs ] Nick: Can I keep it? Rachel: If you want. Nick: What's this stain here? Is that chocolate? Clinton: No. That's... That's blood. Rachel: When I was Nick's age, before my father's cancer, I thought we were the Cosbys. My parents had good jobs. There was a feast on the table, after church on Sundays. Shawnee and I would ride our huffys around the neighborhood. We had good hair and made straight A's. Except, as my mother reminds me, that wasn't reality. The jobs weren't all that good, and my father was never a happy man, even before he got sick. And Shawnee was smoking pot at 9 and running away to smoke heroin at 15. Raylan: I never bore any illusions that my family was the Cosbys. Art: Your family wasn't funny. Tim: At least you got to sht your father. Mine had the nerve to die before I got back from basic with skills and a loaded wapon. Raylan: You didn't miss much. I thought it was gonna be way more fun than it was. Raylan: You heading out? Rachel: In a minute. Raylan: I'll wait. Rachel: Don't. Raylan: You having any second thoughts about the sh*ting? Rachel: Not really. Raylan: You will. But if you ever have any serious doubts, ask me. I'll tell you. You did what had to be done. [ Keyboard clacking ] [ Door opens and closes ] Rachel: [ Sniffles ] [ Buzzer ] Boyd: Hey, Ezekiel. Kyle. Kyle: You didn't think you'd get to leave without seeing me, did you? Boyd: I thought about your request and must politely decline. Kyle: What are you talking about? Boyd: Well, as I've made myself abundantly clear, I'm no longer in that line of work. Kyle: You ain't even heard the scheme yet. Boyd: Right now I know nothing about anything and I'll stick to that. Your share alone, is $40.000. Boyd: You're wasting your time. Kyle: That doghole pays people in cash at the end of every shift. Boyd: No more than $20,000 at any one time precisely for this reason. Kyle: Oh, you notice, huh? [ Clears throat ] Well, what would you say if somebody had a friend who worked for the armored-car company who could provide engine trouble four days running, stalling deliveries so there would be $80,000 cash at one time? Boyd: Then I'd say there's still no way to get down off this mountain without getting caught. Kyle: What if there's a way not only you not get caught but get treated like a hero... Like one of those miners down in Chile?	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x04 - For Blood or Money"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Mags: It was already in the glass, not in the jar. Walt: Gaahh! [ Wheezes ] Mags: I bet you're wondering why you had to stay at Doyle's last night and where your daddy is. I decided to send him down south for a few weeks, handle some business for us. Doyle: I just find out you two are responsible for hijacking a shipment of oxy, I got to kll two morons to keep your asses out of jail. Cutter and Elrod told me it was you right before I klled them. Do you know who that bus belonged to? Dickie: The boys up in Frankfort. Doyle: That's right. Now, you really want to stir up that hornet's nest? Dickie: I ain't afraid of Frankfort. Doyle: Well, what about if mama found out? You afraid of mama? Raylan: I also got call from Dewey Crowe's lawyer, says Dewey knows about some shit going down in Harlan that might be worth our while. Kyle: What would you say if someone had a friend who worked for the armored-car company who could provide engine trouble four days running, stalling deliveries so there would be $80,000 cash at one time? Boyd: Well, I'd say there's still no way to get down off this mountain without getting caught. Kyle: What if there's a way not only you not get caught but get treated like a hero? All right, rise and shine! Let's go, shit wit! Dewey: Help! What's going on? Blood test come back positive for TB. Dewey: T... How in the hell did I get TB? Do I look like a doctor? You got to go to the infirmary for quarantine till tests come back clear. Let's go! Dewey: Well, check my forehead. That feel hot to you? Open it up! Dewey: God damn it, Raylan! I thought I was really sick. Raylan: Do you even know what TB is? Dewey: Well, all the masks and shit, I thought it was some kind of monkey virus, like in that movie. Raylan: We pulled you out for quarantine so we can talk without you taking a shiv for it. But if you'd prefer to talk amongst your friends, we could... Dewey: No, no, no, no. No, I'm good. I'm good. Raylan: Then what's this about? Dewey: You got to get me out of here, marshal. I can't deal with this kind of action. Raylan: Do you know what that is? That's the world's smallest man playing "my heart bleeds for you" on a tiny violin. Now, why don't you tell me why you dragged me down here? Dewey: I'll give you something good, you think I can get early release? Raylan: Well, that depends. [ Sighs ] If you're not full of shit... Dewey: Hand to God, marshal. Raylan: ...And if what you have to give me is in any way useful. Dewey: Well, for one thing, that town law fella you had bring me in? Raylan: Doyle Bennett? Dewey: He's a dirty cop, Raylan. Raylan: No! Dewey: Straight up. Raylan: Dewey, the way this works is, you have to tell me something I don't know. And then we talk about you getting into a halfway house. Dewey: Okay, fine. That... that... that pretty boy molester that you all are putting the federal boot heel to? Raylan: Jimmy Earl Dean. Dewey: Hates you like poison. So when he found out what I did... you know, dressing up with the hat and all... well, we kind of formed a bond over it. What fruit did this touching new relationship bear? Dewey: Well, he says you don't know half of what's going on down in Bennett. He says if you did, you'd eat that hat, and he'd be the one to feed it to you. Raylan: Dean was the muscle for the Bennett weed trade? Dewey: He says no, that ain't all he was doing down there. He says that the Bennetts are up to something big. Raylan: Did he happen to mention what that might be? Dewey: Well, not as such, but he... he did let on it might have something to do with the daddy of that girl he was sweet on. Raylan: "Sweet on"? Is that why he tied up the 14-year-old girl and tossed her into the trunk of his car? Dewey: Told me she could pass as 16, easy. Raylan: Dewey. Dewey: What? Raylan: The girl's daddy... What does it have to do with him? Dewey: When he first came by their house, he told 'em he was with the bank. Raylan: Bank? Did he elaborate? Dewey: Yeah, he did. H-he said, uh...Uh, now, what'd he say? He said he was with the bank. And then he said...It's kind of complicated. He's with the bank. Raylan: Did you got confused? Dewey: Do you understand mortgages and shit? I don't. Raylan: Well, seems you're not alone there. Dewey: Well, so, come on! What do I get? That's got to be worth something. If you want to get into a halfway house, you got to give me more than that, Dewey. Raylan: Oh, come on, now. Turn that frown around. Hell, you give yourself a shave, I'll bet you could pass for 16. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Coover: Hey, mama. Loretta: She ain't here. Coover: What do you mean, she ain't here? Loretta: I mean she ain't here. Coover: [ Chuckling ] Well, who's minding the store, then? What, you? [ Snorts ] Loretta: She said she had affairs to attend to, be back after 4:00. Coover: Mm-hmm. And I guess she just up and left you in charge. I find that... Very hard to believe. Loretta: Well, you're welcome to look around for her if it'll set your mind at ease. Coover: You ain't got to get mouthy with me, girl. Mama ain't never left me in charge. Dickie neither. And here you sit? Loretta: Well, it ain't as glamorous as it looks. Coover: Mm-hmm. Goodbye. Loretta: You're supposed to leave money for stuff you take. She told me to tell you that. Coover: Well, you know what? Now you can tell her that you told me, can't you? [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] Art: I appreciate the courtesy. Bye. Raylan! I just got a call that your daddy violated his tether again. Raylan: Well, if they find him, they can do with him as they see fit. Art: Hey, look what the cat dragged in. Raylan: Hey. Who let you out of Harlan? Tom: Well, they told me to drop on by, see how you big-time federal police get it done. Art: Well, watch and learn, son. Tom: Yeah. Listen, I got a question. Art: sh*t. Tom: What would it take for you to let me have marshal Givens back down to Harlan, do some more of that task-force stuff we've been running? Art: Ordinarily, I would say, "only if you promise to keep him." But considering the epic backlog of work that he has, I got to ask, what for? Tom: Well, because it seems like that oxy bust is just sort of the tip of the iceberg as far as people trying to fill the Crowders' shoes down there. Art: And how exactly do you think Raylan here would be useful to you? Tom: Well, Art, I've been in Harlan 18 years. People still look at me like I'm some kind of Yankee come down there to burn their crops. But this guy... Raylan: I know my people. Art: You're like the hillbilly whisperer. Put you on "Oprah." Raylan: I'll get my coat. You can catch me up on the way down. Art: Just hold on, Cochise. Now, Tom, I hear you. And I know that Raylan here would probably prefer being down there running down this grudge, but I actually kind of need him here to do some marshal shit. Raylan: What are you talking about? Art: I'm talking about whatever this business is with the Bennetts. It is beyond the purview of what I like to call your job. Raylan: Speaking of which, I stopped by up at their place the other day. Art: Yeah. You stopped by to do some dynamite fishing and see what you could get to bob up to the surface. Raylan: On my own time. Art: Wearing your badge. Raylan: Anyway, I saw Loretta McCready. Any sign of her daddy since we checked on him? Tom: You know, it's funny you should mention McCready, 'cause I thought he'd popped back up in town last week or so. Somebody's been cashing his state-benefit checks. But if you have a nice, close look at these signatures, they're a little, uh, inconsistent. Raylan: Are you thinking a forgery? Tom: Kind of a shaky hand, wouldn't you say? Raylan: Standards appear to be slipping. Art: Gentlemen, this is really fascinating and strangely heartbreaking, but I just don't see what I get out of all this. Mullen. [ Clears throat ] No shit. [ Chuckles ] Hold on a minute. Well, they found your daddy. Raylan: Where? Art: Somewhere between the third and the fourth floor. Raylan: H-here? Arlo: There. You happy now? Raylan: I don't know. Should I be? Arlo: Well, you won, didn't you? bat an old man down, got your way. Helen: He's been at the wild turkey on the way up, so he's in a sulk. Raylan: Well, you violated your tether range coming up here, Arlo. Arlo: Brought you your damn money, so you can just cut this thing off my leg. Raylan: Well, math was never my prime subject, but this feels quite a bit south of $20,000. Arlo: $6,000, thereabouts. All I got left. Take it or leave it. Raylan: Oh, I'll take it. And you can take him to the cell. Arlo: What the hell? It's something, ain't it? Helen: He hasn't got any more, Raylan. That's it. Raylan: I'm not running a yard sale, Helen. Arlo, you owe what you owe. Arlo: So, what? I wasted my time, then? Give me that money back. Raylan: You want to get out of your obligation, you give us the rest. Or... maybe you got $14,000 in information, huh? What we paid for in the first place. Arlo: Well, what you looking for? Raylan: Looking for who might trade in illegal papers... stolen government draw checks and such... in Harlan. Arlo: Now, why would I know anything about that? Raylan: Oh, I don't know. Harlan county, petty bullshit crime, you? Call it a hunch. Helen: What's the play look like? Raylan: Someone's been cashing a man's checks, and we don't think it's him. Helen: Raylan, this got anything to do with Mags Bennett? Raylan: [ Clicks tongue ] I don't think so. Arlo: Can't help you. Raylan: Oh, why doesn't that surprise me? Arlo: Ask me something else. Raylan: I don't give a shit about "something else." Helen: Oh, for God's sake! Arlo: Helen, you shut your mouth. Helen: The hell I will. I want you gone, and if this helps, good. Raylan, there's only one man in three counties that'll give you anything like a fair deal on draw checks. Raylan: And that man would be? Arlo: Boning you in the ass. Go ahead, woman. You already yakked up this much. Lay it on him. Raylan: Helen? Helen: Bowman Crowder. Art: Damn shame, man you want being dad in a box at the hands of your old girlfriend, wasn't it? [ Chuckles ] You let me know if you get him talking. Be mighty interested to hear anything he's got to say. Kyle: All right, Boyd, one more time. While you're taking the packets down to the splinter shaft, we're gonna transfer the cash to the truck. Boyd: Pruitt's gonna drive it down the mountain. Kyle: That's right. And Marcus and I join you in the hole. And then... Marcus: Boom. Kyle: Drop the ceiling between us and the surface. Boyd: Now, the man guarding his take... Now, I've known this man for quite some time. He will not easily part with company money. Kyle: Who, Shelby? Shit, Boyd. Dude's older than shit. Boyd: Yet again, he's a steady hand on that .44 he keeps right underneath his desk. Kyle: [ Laughs ] You ain't gonna have to worry about Shelby. Boyd: Yeah? Why is that? Marcus: 'Cause you're gonna kll him. Boyd: Well, now, you... Never mentioned bloodshed. Now, if you had brought this up earlier, I don't know if this conversation would be going on this long. Kyle: You've klled men for far less, Boyd. Let's keep our eye on the prize. Marcus: Take Shelby down in the shaft until you set up the det. Once it's wired, you lay a shovel upside his head real hard. Cave-in will take care of the rest. Kyle: See? That's the genius of the whole thing. Everybody will think that he stole the money, tried to blow up the shaft behind him, but instead, premature detonation. We was just the poor miners who got caught up in all of it. Boyd: Well, if this is gonna go down today, the devil lies in the details. Kyle: Stop worrying about the details. Let me worry about the details, all right? We're counting on you for one thing and one thing alone. Boyd: What's that? Kyle: You're the powderman, Boyd. We need you to make sure this mountain don't come down on us and kll us. Now, once you set it, we're gonna detonate remotely. All right? AF will be all over this thing. We don't need any extra det wire tipping 'em o... [ Telephone ringing ] Off. Boyd: Well, I should probably get that. Boyd: Hello. Why, hello, Ava. Marcus: Ain't that his girlfriend? Kyle: He should be so lucky. Marcus: We should all be so lucky. Boyd: Oh, I'm listening. I hear that. Kyle: Come on. All we got to do is charge this thing up. We're ready to rock. Let's go. Pruitt: Let's wrap it up, Boyd. Boyd: No. That's just the TV. I'm here all by myself. Marcus: You think he knows? Kyle: [ Laughs ] Don't worry about Boyd. Marcus: Kyle, what if he bails on us? Kyle: Then we do him now instead of later. Marcus: [ Chuckles ] Kyle: When he goes down in the mine, we'll just blow him up. Pruitt! Boyd: I got to go now, Ava. Marcus: Got you on a tight leash, huh? Boyd: Well, I wouldn't say that. Kyle: What's it gonna be, Boyd? We're running out of time. Boyd: Well, what it is that you're asking of me to do, I can do. But radio det adds a whole new host of complexities. There's only one way this is gonna work. Kyle: How's that? Boyd: You and your boys, you do exactly what I say, when I say it. That's the only way I can keep us all alive. Kyle: Well, hell, Boyd. As many people as you robbed... I wouldn't have it any other way. Kyle: What are you doing? Boyd: Dishes. Kyle: Is it charged? Boyd: No, Kyle, for the fifth time, it is not. Kyle: Who the hell is that? Boyd: That's the United States federal marshal. Kyle: Well, what's he doing re, Boyd?! Boyd: I couldn't say. Kyle: Hey, Pruitt, what the hell is this? Pruitt: Kyle, get out here. Raylan: Hello, fellas. Don't believe I've had the pleasure. You don't need to know us. We mind our own business. Suppose it'd be best you do the same. Raylan: Well, that wouldn't be like me. Kyle: What do we do? Boyd: My play's always to stop him before he gets on the front porch. Kyle: Shit, Boyd. Raylan: Deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. Kyle: Pleased to meet you, marshal. We're Boyd's friends from the mine. We just come to pick him up for work. That's all. Raylan: Oh. Nice to see Boyd's making acquaintances. [ Beeping ] Raylan: I'm gonna step up to the door now, Kyle. Do you see that as being a problem? Boyd: Step inside to do the dishes for two minutes... Look who comes by to visit. Raylan: Boyd. Your friends and I were just getting acquainted. Boyd: I can see that. What brings you up to the holler, Raylan? Raylan: Just need a word. Boyd: Why don't you go make yourself at home on the porch? Now, Boyd. I've been doing this long enough. I can spot outlaws at a thousand paces. Your friends? They're packing, one and all. Boyd: Well, I wouldn't know. But I'm sure none of them is carrying with ill intent. Raylan: Well, that's good. Boyd: What are you after, Raylan? Raylan: [ Clicks tongue ] Oh, your brother, bowman. You know anything about him trading in stolen papers back when? Draw checks and such? Boyd: Well, there's little by way of illicit activity in this county that my brother did not have his hands on in one way or another. Raylan: Which is why I'm here. Boyd: You never really knew my brother, bowman, did you, Raylan? Raylan: I saw him play football. Boyd: gn down in his prime by the very hand of the woman I now share his roof with. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Not hard to fathom his end, given the life that he led. My brother, Bowman, did not deal directly in paper, Raylan. He handed it off to this Jesus freak. Runs that Christian ATV place up in Grant's Holler. Raylan: You mean old Winston Baines? Take an ATV tour and get, like, a sermon on the mount? Boyd: Steward of the earth, just like in Genesis. Little twitchy. I don't even know if he's still in the game or not. Kyle: Come on, Boyd! Boyd: Well, I guess me and these boys, we need to get on to work. Anything else you need? Raylan: Not right now. Boyd: Well, you take care of yourself, Raylan. Raylan: You too, Boyd. Kyle: Well, what the hell was that about? Boyd: Just some questions about my dad brother, Bowman. Kyle: Is that right? What kind of questions? Boyd: Well, it's personal. Besides, we got more pressing issues to attend to. Kyle: Is that right? Boyd: The battery... It's not taking a charge. Don't know who you bought this thing from, but they must have seen you coming. Kyle: Shit. Are you kidding me? Marcus: We got to pick up another one! Kyle: Hell no. It's 90 minutes there and back. We'll miss the shift. Boyd: Well, then we do it again next time. Marcus: There ain't gonna be no next time, Boyd! This is the only chance we got! Boyd: The most important thing to know in this business is when to walk away. Kyle: We're not walking away. We'll ht up the radio shack on the way there, try to rig something up. All right? Let's go. Come on. Come on. What are you doing now? Boyd: Writing a note to Ava and letting her know I'm gonna be late. Kyle: [ Sighs ] Damn, Boyd. Boyd: Done. That didn't take long, did it? If you want to make a living in this business, you got to know your ABC's. "Always be cool." [ Alarm buzzing ] You sure your radio shack work-around's gonna do the trick? I'd hate to drive all this way for nothing. Kyle: Don't worry about it. Just focus on setting them charges right. I don't want to suffocate down there. Boyd: You will not die down in that hole, Kyle. You have my word on that. Kyle: And you have my word these batteries are gonna do their job. God damn, Boyd. We're about to be rich. How you like that? Raylan: "The church of the two-stroke Jesus." That's good. It's a good angle with the tourists that come to see the Bible belt in action. Honest-to-God church, sanctioned by the state. Raylan: Oh. Two things important in life... "Praise God and ride hard." Raylan: Amen. I try to give each its due. Raylan: Was asking about checks from the state draw, turned up cashed. Folks say you might be a person to talk to about such matters. Well, there was a time that I might have helped out my fellow downtrodden Kentuckians lay hands on their money. Raylan: You saying that time has passed? The lord has seen fit to bless my little off-road business in recent years. Folks tour mountaintop removal sites, and bears have started to come back. Raylan: So you wouldn't know anything about your signature matching up with the one of a Walt McCready, then... signed last week. Say again? "McCready"? Raylan: Yeah, no, I got the checks here, with the, uh, samples of your first tour up at Big Sandy. You want to take a look, maybe refresh your memory? I need my glasses. Raylan: Oh. Well. Let's see. [ Electricity crackles ] Raylan: [ Grunting ] [ Grunting ] [ Taser charging ] Raylan: Sounds like it's back up to about 50%. It takes a while after that wallop. [ Straining ] Tased me in the nuts, you son of a bitch. Raylan: Oh, well, I tried to sh*t you first. I get up from here, I'm gonna grab that thing and cram it right up your... [ electricity crackles ] [ Grunts ] Raylan: Now it's back down to 30%. [ Grunting ] Raylan: McCready. Don't know no McCready. Raylan: You ever been tased in the mouth, Baines? I'm just thinking that probably hurts worse than a jolt to the pecker. Go ahead, then. Do your worst. I ain't telling you shit, or anybody else. Marcus: Man down! Man down! Boyd: Shut her down! Marcus: We've got a man down. Boyd: Shut her down! Marcus: Come on. We got it. We got it. He's got the angina. He's got the angina. He just needs some fresh air. He'll be all right. All right. Watch out. Marcus: All right. Watch out. This way. Marcus: What are we waiting for, bitches? Let's do this! Boyd: Hey, hey! Cellphones. Hand them over. Marcus: What the hell for, man?! Boyd: Because, Marcus, we're about to set off a remote detonation. That's 20 pounds of emulex triggered by a radio signal. Wrong signal on our frequency, we're all shaking hands with Jesus. So I'm just being overly cautious. Look, you'll get them back. I just want to make sure that they're off, for myself. Let's go. Hand them over. Kyle: Damn, Boyd. Ava: Damn it, Boyd. "Call this number at exactly 6:05 PM. Don't tell anyone. Boyd." What the hell? Boyd: Got it. Kyle: All right? Let's go. Marcus: Hands up, fool! This is a robbery! Well, shit, son. I can see that. Kyle: Don't get smart, Shelby. Put your damn hands up. Pruitt: Whoo, doggy! How you like that, you old fruit bat? No call to be disrespectful. Kyle: Shut up, both of you. Boyd. Put those explsives in the brown bag. Get down. Open it. You got the det. Why don't you just blow it? Kyle: I'd just as soon decorate it with your face! You got the combination. Now open it. Come on! Hurry up, damn it! Boyd: Marcus, you're making me nervous. Would you please back up? Kyle: Come on, open it. Boyd, you about done? Marcus: Jesus Christ, old man. How many numbers is it?! Open it! Kyle: Boyd, Boyd! You almost done? Boyd: Almost done, Kyle. Kyle: Holy shit. [ Laughs ] Whoo-hoo-hoo! We got the jackpot! [ Laughs ] Boyd, would you please put all that money in that green bag? Come on. [ Cellphone ringing ] Pruitt: What is that? [ Ringing continues ] Boyd: It's gddmn cellphone. Kyle: No, you turned it off. Boyd: You trying to get us all klled, Kyle? Kyle: You turned this off. Boyd: Get out of the trailer. Go on. Get out of the trailer, Kyle. Kyle: Get all that money in that bag. Come on. Let's go. [ Dog barking ] Raylan: These hillbilly doorbells really know a federal when they smell one, huh? Coover: [ Coughs ] Aw, shit! Better put the weed away. Raylan: Although, I got to tell you... I'm surprised they can smell anything over that shit. Coover: Ah! Dank and delicious. Raylan: Oh, I bet. Coover: [ Coughing ] Raylan: That's quite a hack you got there. Coover: You don't cough, you don't get off. Raylan: So I've heard. Coover: [ Laughs ] Yeah. Raylan: Listen, I know he ain't here, but you're in touch with Walt McCready, right? Your mama said he was working for the family down south somewhere? Coover: That's what she said? Well, then, that's what she said. Raylan: I know you're cashing his draw checks for him. You sending him the money, or you keeping it for yourself? Well, anyway, uh, if you see Walt, will you tell him I was asking after him? Coover: What for? Raylan: Just a few things to clear up in this earlier case with the molester... Jimmy Earl Dean. Just dotting the I's, that sort of thing. Coover: All right. Raylan: I'll let you get back to it. [ Dog barking ] Boyd: All right, let's go. Kyle: That phone was off. You checked it. Boyd: Yeah, then why did it ring? I'll be holding on to that, in case one of you other dumbasses decide to let your cellphone ring. These batteries will stay with me. Hand him that shovel. We're almost there. Shelby, you're not gonna do something stupid and make me pop you in the gut and carry you down? I will not. Boyd: Good. You get this cash out of here. I'll see you down in the hole. Bring that detonator. Kyle: Put the money in the toolbox. Boyd: Let's go for a walk, Shelby. Marcus: Kyle, he's got the batteries. What the hell are we gonna do? Kyle: Let me ask you something, Marcus. How stupid do you think I am? 16 years in the boy scouts. My daddy promised me a Marshall stack as long as I made eagle. Well, howdy, I tell you what... I rocked out that summer. The only other thing I remember... Ah! Be prepared. [ Both laugh ] Take my batteries, I'll get another battery. Boyd: Turn down right here. [ Panting ] Boyd: Face that wall. What are you gonna do with those explsives? You gonna cave in this mine? Boyd: You just stay right there. God damn it, Boyd. If you're gonna kll me, just kll me. [ Beeping ] Kyle: You ready? Marcus: Hey, so long, there, Boyd! [ Laughter ] What would have happened if they'd checked that bag? Boyd: Then we'd be dad, Shelby. [ Sighs ] I'm sorry to get you mixed up in this. It wasn't supposed to go down this way. Well, son. I'm walking away, as far as I know. Unless you're planning on putting one in me. Boyd: No, sir, I am not. Well, then I guess you saved my life. I got nothing to complain about. Who'd listen if I did? Boyd: Well, then might I be so bold as to ask you for a favor? Name it. Boyd: The cops are gonna come. AF, dogs... everything our federal government has to bear. Now, you tell them that I had to go home. It was emergency, nothing else. Do you understand? Shelby? Done, sir. Coover: No one here. Dickie: Yes, I am able see that, Coover. Thank you. Coover: You think he told the federal we gave him the checks to cash? Dickie: Uh, maybe we should ask the federal. Coover: Oh, shit. Do we run? Dickie: No, we do not run. Reverend Baines must not have told him. Otherwise, Raylan would be arresting us right now. Coover: But he knows. Dickie: Yeah, he knows, but he can't prove it. Raylan Givens! Raylan: Dickie. Dickie: There he is. Raylan: How you doing, Coover? Coover: Raylan. Dickie: Eat shit. Coover: So, what do we do? Dickie: Well, we drive on out of here and give Doyle a call on the way. [ Car door closes ] Get in. Come on. Coover: Yeah. Let's go. [ Engine turns over ] Boyd: Well, I can see by your face you're somewhat troubled. I can only imagine what I had to do with that. Ava: "Call this number at exactly 6:05 P.M. Don't tell anybody." Boyd: Well... I admit it was terse. [ Sighs ] I wrote it under some time pressure. Ava: Boyd, what the hell is this? Boyd: A favor. Ava: And what would have happened if I hadn't called? Boyd: Well, you wouldn't be speaking to me right now, Ava. Ava: Damn it, Boyd. What the hell you gone and made me a part of? Boyd: Just saving my life. Nothing else. Tom: What'd I miss? Raylan: Oh, Coover came by with brother Dickie. Tom: They were taking McCready's draw checks to Baines. Raylan: Mm-hmm. I don't suppose Baines said anything to you, did he? Tom: Just some crazy story about you tasing him in the nuts. Raylan: I did. Tom: Nice. So? Raylan: So either the Bennetts are just being neighborly, cashing McCready's checks for him and sending him the money... Tom: Or he's dad. Raylan: The more likely option. Tom: And I'm worried about that girl. Raylan: Me too. Tom: From what I understand about Loretta, she's a pretty tough kid. Raylan: She's 14. Tom: What were you like at 14, growing up around these parts? Raylan: [ Scoffs ] Tom: Call child protection? Raylan: And say what? She's being clothed and fed? Tom: [ Scoffs ] Yeah. Look, I got to get. I got a world of shit coming off that explsin up at the plackett mine. Raylan: Yeah, I saw the, uh, fre-and-rescue trucks. Collapse? Tom: No. Somebody blew up a truck with emulex. Looks like they were fixing to rob the payroll, had some sort of premature detonation. Raylan: Boyd? Tom: You mean is he dad, or did he rob it? Raylan: Either one. Tom: No sign of his body in the truck wreckage. AF's looking for him now. I'll see you. Boyd: I don't believe they intended to let me live through the day. Didn't think I was gonna find a way out. Part of me just felt like... laying down, letting it happen. Ava: But you klled them instead. Boyd: Well, I gave them a choice. Now, if they hadn't have pulled that switch on me when I was down there in that hole, things would have gone down different. So the way I see it, Ava, they klled themselves, with greed and avarice. Ava: When I called that cell, did I... Boyd: No. It allowed me to kick them out of the trailer. I put a little cash on the emulex, a little emulex on the cash, and I made sure that the blasting cap went in their packet and not mine. Ava: [ Sighs ] You could have run when Raylan came by, just lit out and let the chips fall. Boyd: What does it say about me that that thought never crossed my mind? Ava: Why did you agree to rob that mine in the first place? Boyd: Because it's what I do. It's who I am, Ava... as hard as I've been trying to pretend otherwise. Everybody else seems to know that but me. Anyway, I came across that letter that you received from the bank. Ava: Boyd, I don't... [ Sighs ] Boyd: I violated your privacy. For that transgression, I do apologize. Ava: So you know that they're after the house? [ Chuckling ] I don't suppose any of that money survived the blast. Boyd: There should be at least $15,000 to $20,000 in there. That's not enough to pay it off, but enough to buy you some security for a little while. Ava: Shit. Boyd: Ava, there's one more favor that I must ask of you. Ava, you can help me... Or you can refuse. Either way, I will understand. But I'm gonna need to know your answer right now. Dickie: Hey, here he comes. Coover: Oh, shit, mama's with him. Hey, mama. Mags: We need to talk. Dickie: Can I get you something, mama? Mags: Nothing's gonna take the taste away from my boys going behind my back. Coover: Mama, w-we never went behind... Mags: Cashing McCready's draw checks? How long did you think it'd take before that'd come back on us? Coover: Mama, that's that federal. He's aiming for trouble with us, always has been. Mags: 'Cause of your actions. Starting with hiring that pederast to do a job I give you. Coover: I'm sorry, mama. Mags: Coover, I know you're sorry. That's why it's gonna hurt so much to have to do this. Coover: [ Groans ] Dickie: Hey, now! Hey, hey, now! Hey! Hey! Doyle: Put your hand on the stump! Put your hand on the stump! Mags: Take what's coming. Coover: Mama. Mags: I'm saving your gn hand, now. Coover: Mama, don't hurt me. Mags: Cross me again, and I will leave you nothing. Coover: Mama! Dickie: You ain't got to do this. Mags: You shut your mouth! Coover: Mama? Mags: 'Cause you're crippled to the point of worthlessness it ain't you down on that table. Coover: [ Grunting ] Mags: As it is, I have to hurt Coover. [ Voice breaking ] And I like Coover. Coover: Mama, I love you. Mama, I love you. Mama, no! [ Screaming ] Mags: [ Panting ] [ Sighs ] We need to talk about what comes next. Coover: [ Voice breaking ] I'm sorry, mama. Oh, mama. I love you. I'm sorry. Got to be sh1tting me, Loretta. 20 a gram for shake and seeds? Loretta: Plenty of other ways to get high, Levon. You can always huff paint... got plenty of practice at it. I'll give you $15 for a dub. Loretta: Dime is $10. Hence a dub is $20. Simple math. Oh, shit. Five-O! Loretta, I see you're keeping busy. Loretta: Marshal. I had it in my head you weren't in the business of harassing growers and sellers of herbal relief. Raylan: Herbal relief, huh? Loretta: You'll notice I make no attempt to run or otherwise obstruct your investigation. So I hope you'll take that into consideration before you start sh*ting. Raylan: That's funny. Mind if I...? Loretta: So, if you're not here to roust me over the weed, might I inquire as to your intentions? Raylan: I know you don't trust me. I don't fault you that, though I like to think my getting you out of Jimmy Earl Dean's trunk might have earned me some traction. I kicked a hornets' nest last night. And things may start to happen, and I need you to know if you find yourself in trouble... any kind... you can call me. I'll drop whatever I'm doing, and I will come for you. You hear me?	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x05 - Cottonmouth"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Gary: Well, hello, Raylan! Winona. Raylan: Gary. Gary: Hey, uh, I just want to let you know I'm planning to show the house again tonight. Winona: Well, that's fine, but, you know, you could have told me that over the phone. Gary: I love you. And I do want you back... simple as that. Winona: All right. So what is it? Gary: We need to get a divorce. Marcus: You think he knows? Kyle: [ Laughs ] Don't worry about Boyd. Marcus: Kyle, what if he bails on us? Kyle: When he goes down in the mine, we'll just blow him up. Marcus: Hands up, fool! This is a robbery! Kyle: Boyd. Put those explsives in the brown bag. [ Cellphone rings ] [ Both laugh ] You ready? Marcus: Hey, so long, there, Boyd! Boyd: I put a little cash on the emulex, a little emulex on the cash, and I made sure that the blasting cap went in their packet and not mine. Ava: [ Chuckling ] I don't suppose any of that money survived the blast. Boyd: There should be at least $15,000 to $20,000 in there. There's one more favor that I must ask of you. Ava, you can help me, or you can refuse. Either way, I will understand. [ Sirens wailing ] But I'm gonna need to know your answer right now. AF inquiry 2359826. Interview with Boyd Crowder. All right, and it was during that conversation that Kyle made his first thrat against yourself and Mrs. Crowder? Boyd: Miss Crowder. Against yourself and miss Crowder? Boyd: I believe we've already waded through these waters. Tell us again. Boyd: They showed up at the house, said they were gonna rob the mine, said they needed a powderman. Said if I didn't go along, they'd put me and Ava in the ground. So you never actually heard Kyle make these thrat. Ava: Like I said, I was already gone to work. Meaning Boyd told you what Kyle said. Just like Boyd told you that morning was the first time he heard about the plan to rob the mine. And it's not possible that he lied. Boyd: Why would I lie? Because if you can prove you were coerced, couldn't call the police out of fear for your life, then you're not criminally responsible. I think we're all growing tired of this babe-in-the-woods act. So I want you to tell us right now where the rest of the money is. Ava: I thought it burnt up. Some of it brned up. Miss Crowder, do you realize that we could charge you with felony mrder? Ava: "Felony mrder"? Is that like "hot lava" or "frozen ice"? No, ma'am, felony mrder means if you knew the crime was gonna be committed, even if you didn't know anyone was gonna die, you're just as guilty as if you pulled the trigger. After everything your brother put her through, you really gonna let her spend the rest of her life in prison for you? You know, I was just wondering... Did she screw all your relatives or just you two? Boyd: Now, sir, I know you have an investigation to conduct, but if you disrespect Ava one more time, I'm gonna come across this table. Chief, it seems clear to me that Mr. Crowder just thrat a federal officer. And I would think that that is reason enough for you to take him into custody. Art: Much as I might like to personally throw Mr. Crowder's ass in a holding cell, I think a thrat against a federal officer would be a little more specific, something more along the lines of "if you disrespect miss Crowder again, I'll bat the ever-loving shit out of you." Boyd: You gonna charge me? Raylan: [ Sighs ] Ava: Oh, I have to get my purse. Boyd: Okay. Raylan. Raylan: Boyd. I am impressed. How is possible you're not in cuffs? Boyd: [sighs ] When someone is thrat a woman that you care deeply for there's no any lengths that you will go to keep that woman safe. Now, I seem to recall you being in that situation a time or two yourself. In fact, I seem to recall you being in the same situation with the same woman. Ain't that something? [ Siren wails ] [ Thunder rumbling ] Winona: Just tell me what you did, Gary. Gary: I am trying to tell you what I did, if you would just give me five minutes to listen to me! Winona: Don't try to tell me what you did. Just tell me what you did! I'm trying to find a legitimate way for us to get out of this hole that we are in! Where are you going? Winona: I'm leaving! Gary: Oh, you just wait five minutes and let me talk to you instead of getting mad all the time?! Winona: Then talk to me, Gary! Gary: I am trying to tell you what I did, all right?! Winona: You put up our house as collateral for a gddmn horse?! Gary: It is a champion Arabian, Winona! You're not listening to a damn thing I've said! Winona: After everything that has happened... everything, Gary... after everything that has happened, you did that, and you didn't talk to me about it? Gary: Well, where do I find you, Winona? Where do I find you, huh?! Winona: Oh, that's enough. Gary: What? Oh, you're gonna walk out now? Winona: I'm leaving. Gary: You haven't even looked at this, all right? I worked all... Winona! [ Grunts ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Winona: I missed you last night. Raylan: Last night, I was working late. Winona: You should have called. I was up half the night staring at the ceiling. Raylan: Thinking about what? Winona: You think all I'm doing when I'm lying in bed alone is thinking about you? Raylan: Not necessarily. Winona: There was a good 5 or 6 minutes when I didn't think about you once. [ Elevator dings ] I have plenty of other things on my mind. Raylan: Like what? Winona: Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that my soon-to-be second ex-husband just remortgaged our last asset to buy a horse. It's not funny. Raylan: It's a little bit funny. I'm sorry. Look, I wish there was something I could do. Winona: Well, you could tell me everything's gonna be okay. I said, you could tell me everything's gonna be okay. Raylan: I don't have a key to that. Winona: What? Raylan: Only Weaver's got a key to the cage. Winona: Okay, so when I asked you to let me into evidence, you don't think maybe that was a good time to tell me you didn't have a key to that? Raylan: Well, I thought you just meant the evidence room, not the cage. Since when do files have to be put in the cage? Winona: They're my transcripts from the coal Flyrock case. Judge Reardon's worried 'cause of all the coverage and tempers are all... Raylan: So he's got you putting them in a lock box, guarded by an armed man? Seem excessive. Winona: Oh, you think judge Reardon's excessive? Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Winona: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: So... we wait. Sure Weaver will be here any minute. Winona: You don't have to go to work? Raylan: [ Sighs ] It's a circus up there. Happy to avoid it. Winona: You remember that night Gary was waiting for you outside your motel? Raylan: Did me touching you just remind you of Gary? Winona: [ Chuckling ] No. It reminded me of that night... when you told me about the pregnant fugitive. Raylan: Oh. Winona: Just, it got me wondering if maybe... I don't know... maybe we had changed. Like maybe it doesn't have to end the way it did the first time. Raylan: Two rocking chairs on the porch. Winona: Bunch of little Raylans running around with toy gn. Raylan: Aren't you the one who said it wouldn't be fair to have a kid as long as every morning I walked out the door you felt like I might never walk back in? Winona: What if there wasn't that chance? Raylan: Meaning what? Winona: Meaning what if when you walk through the door, you weren't walking through the door to come here? And once again, we have silence. All right, well, I guess things haven't changed so much after all, have they? Raylan: What do you want me to say? Winona: I don't know. Don't you ever wonder? Raylan: Sure. Yeah. I wonder. Winona: But? [ Elevator dings ] Raylan: That'll be Weaver. Charlie, Ms. Hawkins needs to get in the cage. Okay. Main lock boxes are all full up, but... Now if that's okay, we got some more ones back here that don't get used anymore. That's Weaver. Uh-huh. Yeah. AF. I know. All right. Oh. Uh, y-you mind, uh, taking it from here? These are all marked. I got to get to this. Reception down here is for shit. All right. I'll just yell if I need you. All right. I'll come a-sh*ting. Winona: Okay. Next. Next in line. Next. That's you, honey. [ Machine-gn fre ] Back away from the counter! Anybody tries to trip the silents gets a bllet for himself and one for the guy next to him. Everyone down! Easy, son. You don't want to die for somebody else's money. Get your ass away from that phone! Everybody move around front. Everybody on the floor! Do it! Now! All right. Wallets and jewelry, people. Walk. Walk. Yeah. There you go. Stay down! Get your ass away from that phone! Stay down! Get the other end. Hands face-down in front of you, away from your pockets! Nice. Nice. Ooh! Well, ain't you a piece. Flip over, darlin'. Let's see what you got. Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh. [ Breathing heavily ] What else you got worth taking, huh? [ Timer dinging ] Open your hand. Open it. Open your hand. Other one. I won't ask again. I'll just break your fingers. Huh. Let's go. Yeah. Thatagirl. [ Grunts ] Come on, man, let's go! [ Grunts ] Winona: Aah! Come on, man! Aah! Let's go, fellas. Time to go. Raylan: I don't get it. All the times I ran you through how to act. I told you it was instinct. What to do if a guy breaks in to your home, what to do if a guy grabs you on the street. What to do... Looks like there's a lot of drama going on in there. If a guy with a gn wants your shit, you give it to him double quick you don't look him in the eye. Raylan I'm fine. Art looks spun up though, did he see something on the video? Apparently he recognized one of them. Which one? Uh, oh, Frank Reasoner. The old guy with the oxygen tnk. Turns out 30 years ago he was on the 10 most wanted list. For what, robbin' banks? Apparently, a lot of them. Got a place in Miami, one in Bahamas used to fly himself back and forth in his own king air. What's he been doin' for the past 30 years? Well, he's been doin' 30 years. Really? Mmhmm. Got a compassionate parole back in june, emphysema. Wasn't supposed to make it 6 months. Oh, I thought that oxygen tnk was just for show. Stopped checking in with his PO officer a month ago so... he's our fugitive. What about the other two? Haven't ID'd them yet. The one who kicked me in the face... Mmhmm... If you get the chance sht him in the nuts. Raylan: I ought to hear this. Mrs. Reasoner, I hope you're not trying to deny that your husband is the man in that video. No, I-I'm not. I-I... I mean, it looks like him. It's just... I don't see how that's possible. No? You don't see how it's possible a guy could get out of prison, go back to committing the same crime he went away for? Frank was a model inmate. He preached at the prison church. Mrs. Reasoner, yeah, we read the parole report. Art: [ Sighs ] How's he been since his release? What's he been like? We've been living a simple life. Frank's a deacon at Calvary Baptist. When he's not there, he spends most of his time on a computer. His condition doesn't let him do much physically. He plays video games. [ Chuckles ] He uses the interweb to look up news about his old friends. He even taught himself how to use the video chat so we could talk with the grandkids. Raylan: Mrs. Reasoner, do you recognize either of the other two men in the video? I don't think so. Maybe they forced him to join them. You know, like in that movie. Raylan: Maybe. Although the man in the video looks like a willing participant. Art: Jenny, does Frank have any big bills lately that you know about, any big expenditures or maybe medical bills? No. What if something happened to... I don't know... his mind, you know, his brain because of oxygen? You know, because of the emphysema. Look at that shit. Oh... Look at that. Frank you see this? You kiddin'? You're not here. Smell that, smell that. Now I had in Versailles We're not going to Versailles What're you talking about? You always said pull another job doubles your money, keeps the law scrambling. I also said only sht when you have no other choice. I heared you tell that old boy move and he'd get sht... well he moved. And what about that girl that you stroked and then drop kicked? Frank, she was holding out on us she was lucky I didn't sh*t her in the face. Bobby, I could never pull a job with a man I can't trust to hold himself. Frank, just... just hold on a sec. You know what? You don't have to beg him for shit, ok? You and I will do the Versailles job on our own. Right? Who knows? It might even be a blessing not having this old lunger along. [ Chuckles ] Ain't that right? [ Gasps ] Frank. Frank. Frank. Frank. What are you doing? What the hell are you doing, Frank? I got you figured. You did most of your growing up in those juvie-detention gladiator schools. I guess Bobby didn't tell you I was the bench-press champion at Lewisburg. The next time you make me raise my voice, I'm gonna take this oxygen tnk, and I'm gonna bat your ass to death with it. Frank! Winona: Yep. That's him. Who is he? Rachel: Bobby Green... carjacker. Did a few years at Lewisburg when Reasoner was there. Winona: Still nothing on the guy who stomped on my face? Rachel: We figure he's a friend of Green's. Winona: Oh. Hi. Tim: Howdy. Winona: What's that? Rachel: Serial numbers from the bills they took out of the cash drawer. We red-flag them, then if they spend them anywhere that uses the database, we do what we do. Tim: Oh, I know. Big brother, right? Winona: [ Chuckles ] You don't really expect to catch them that way. Rachel: No. Lag time's too long. Most places don't scan more than once a day. By the time we get a ht, the perp's usually long-gone. Winona: So it's really just red tape for the bank, then. Tim: Actually, it's mostly for the secret service. You ever hear of superdollars? Winona: Unh-unh. Tim: It's counterfeit hundreds from North Korea. Whole Treasury Department's obsessed. You believe they make us scan every bill that goes into evidence? Winona: Huh. Tim: Pain in the ass. Rachel: Deputy Gutterson, I hope you're not suggesting that protecting the integrity of our national currency is a waste of your valuable time. Tim: No, ma'am, nothing I'd rather be doing. Rachel: Hmm. Winona: I think I have a problem. Ok, now... I want you to tell me again. I just... Not yet! Ok, now. I just wanted to make sure it was real. Wanted to make sure it was real. Yeah, otherwise it's not worth the headache and all the paperwork, and Besides, I was ba... I was gonna put it back, and then Ok, wait, let me just make sure I got this you took one bill, and you wanted to make sure it was real and when you're standing in line at the bank you come to your senses So you start to leave but... Frank Reasoner and his boys take it off you? I don't need you to tell me I did a stupid thing Raylan, I know I did a stupid thing What I need you to tell me is how big of a deal it's gonna be when you catch these guys and run those bills through the Federal Reserve database, and one of them pops, because it's supposed to be in the evidence cage. Hmm, it's one bill. It's a clerical error, Worst-case scenario, they come to look for it. Winona: "They"? Is "they" the secret service? 'Cause I heard Tim mention something about that. Raylan: Yeah. Tim: Raylan, is that you? Raylan: Yeah! Tim: Chief wants you. Raylan: Right now? Tim: Reasoner's trying to get ahold of his wife. Raylan: Okay. Tell him I'm coming. Winona: Do you really think there's a chance they'll just ignore it, though? Raylan: I got to go. Tim: This guy texts his wife, tell her he wants to video-chat. When he went away, no one had heard of a computer you could fit in your living room. Raylan: Art? Art: Where are we, Chris? 30 seconds. Raylan: Art, I need a word. Art: As you can see, Raylan, we're kind of busy at the moment. Raylan: If we get a line on these guys, can I be the first through the door? Art: Why? 'Cause of that whack that punk gave your ex-wife? Raylan: Yeah. Art: [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] For God's sakes, Raylan. Raylan: Huh? Art: I'm not gonna let you be on the entry team. But I'll let you be there when it goes down. And then maybe you can make sure the guy whacks his head when you put him in the car. Happy? Raylan: Yeah. Ready, chief. Art: All right, let's go, Mrs. Reasoner. Right here. [ Ringing ] Honey? I'm here, Jenny. Where are you? I'm at the break room at work. Frank, please come home. That's what I'm trying to do. Well, I don't understand why you're doing it this way. Listen, I need to talk to whoever's in charge. I imagine we're talking at marshals 'cause I'm violating my compassionate parole. But maybe it's the FBI. Which... anyway, whichever one of you's in charge, I need you to get on the line. Art: Chief deputy Art Mullen, Mr. Reasoner. It's a pleasure to meet you. I love you, Jen. But now I need you to go outside so I can have a word with the chief. Art: Right this way, Mrs. Reasoner. Is she gone? Art: Just you and me. 30 guys in the next room? Art: [ Chuckles ] Mr. Reasoner, let's talk about how we can end this business without anybody else getting hurt. First of all, you saw the video. You saw I never intended for anyone to be hurt. Art: Well, we saw that it was the kid that stomped the woman and that did the sh*ting. But you're the one who brought him along. Wasn't my first choice. I can promise you that. So he was a friend of Bobby Green's? You boys work fast. [ Chuckles ] Yeah. Bobby don't have the best taste in friends. But he's a good boy. Only way I'm coming in is if you'll promise to go easy on him. Art: Well, that's a question for the U.S. Attorney, but I'm sure that we can work something out. What about the other one, the friend? Like I said, he's not my friend. Art: You know, it was me that was chasing you back in the day. I thought maybe collaring you would make my name. Is that a fact? Art: Mm-hmm. I missed you by about an hourt that flophouse in Memphis. You remember that? The one with the Blessed Virgin wallpaper. Art: [ Chuckles ] And the plastic grapes. So that was you. [ Chuckles ] Well, it looks like the good lord is handing you a second chance. Art: I'm just waiting for the good lord to tell me where to go. You know, I was planning on getting a good haul and getting it to Jenny on the sly and keep pulling jobs till I went out in a blaze of glory. Kept saying I wasn't gonna let myself die on a ventilator in some hospital room. Art: Mr. Reasoner... Tates Creek Bridge. Two hours. Art: We have what we need? Rachel: We'll have cars on either side of the bridge, plus Tim will be set up. Art: You got a spot picked out? Tim: There's a big rise next to the road on the north side, makes kind of a natural bird's nest. Alright. This guy kind of sounded like he might want to get out in a blaze of glory. Rachel: su1c1de by cop? Saving himself from dying in prison? Art: So be ready for that. Tim: Always. Raylan: The tech tell you how long it'd take to trace that video call? Art: Too long. Tim: Must be why he used it. Art: Yep. Raylan: Something not sitting right with you? Art: You really think he's gonna be there? Raylan: No. Art: No. How long would it take us to get up on Reasoner's computer? I'll get right on it. [ Sighs ] Now... [chuckles] Are you sure you don't want to be the one wearing this, you know? Maybe go out with a bang. [ Chuckles ] Shit, could be your ticket to a paradise full of virgins. [ Chuckles ] We ready to go? Five by five. Ah! [ Grunts ] You know... Frank, Frank, what are you doing? Okay. On second thought, beating your ass to death is a little ambitious health-wise. Are we really gonna do this again, man? Okay. But on the bright side, you get to go out with a bang. Now, give my regards to the virgins. [ Gasps ] Oh, God... [ gasps ] [ Grunts ] You... I can't decide if I should bat you to death or leave you drowning in the air like a landed fish! [ Coughs ] You know what? Shit. On second thought... No. Come on, man. We've got to go. That armored car gets there before we do, put the money behind the time lock, we're shit out of luck. Art: How's our man-power situation? Raylan: Down to the felt. FBI's got the whole office in the field. We're down to three. Art: Including me? Raylan: Four. Sorry about that. Art: I'll bet. Raylan: You get into Reasoner's hard drive? What am I, an asshle? Raylan: No. Art: Chris created a mirror thing, uh... Mirror drive. Art: Mirror drive of Reasoner's computer and we've been through everything but the games; haven't found shit. Raylan: Not even prn? Art: Well, we haven't found shit that would tell us where he might be. Chief, we just got an anonymous call saying Bobby Green and somebody named Carter Hayes just walked into First Cumberland in Versailles. Special agent Davi, special agent Burnes. You're Givens? Raylan: Yep. They only sent one of you? Raylan: One riot, one ranger. Meaning you guys think the call is bogus? Raylan: Meaning we're spread so thin right now, there's no one else left in the office. What'd you see? Raylan: Well, I didn't get a good visual, but the patrons I did see looked calm. Last time, they waited in line, cased the place, first. Basically somebody needs to go in there casual and take a look. Raylan: I'll do that. The old man's our fugitive, right? Well, we'll cover the perimeter in case you need backup. Raylan: Sounds like a plan. Art: Son of a bitch. Raylan: Gentlemen, keep your hands where I can see them. Nice and easy. Are you all by yourself, marshal? Everybody on the ground! This is a robbery! Slowly! Slowly! I hope you're not counting on your grandpa to give you backup. We might have to take him to hell slightly before his time. Raylan: Where's Frank? He was holding us up. We left him at the hotel, dying. Raylan: Then who tipped us you were here? Son of a bitch. What? Car's gone. It got stolen? Raylan: Hey, dumb shit, where's the money? In the car? Marshal, it's like this. We're waiting for the armored car to get here from the Keeneland racetrack. Raylan: Oh. Now, it appears to be running just a couple minutes late, but when it gets here, we're gonna take our money and be on our way. Otherwise... I'm gonna have to huff and puff. [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Okay. Okay. Clearly, you're the smart one. I'm hoping you know what to do now. And you're the one who kicks innocent women in the face. You mean that girl from this morning? She didn't seem so innocent. Does she taste as good as she looks? Raylan: You know where I'm from, asshle? No. Raylan: Harlan county. So? [ Grunts ] Raylan: Down there, we know the difference between dynamite and road flares. Okay, boys, this is a bank robbery. It's all yours. [ Grunts ] Great. [ Sniffles ] Okay. [ Breathing deeply ] Art: Mr. Reasoner. Guess you didn't believe I was giving myself up. Art: Hell, no one did. But I also didn't believe all that "blaze of glory" bullshit. Found all those flight simulators on your computer, and then I remembered that you used to own a plane back in the day. Figured you were refamiliarizing. I wouldn't do that. Unless you're rethinking that "blaze of glory." Remember I used to teach firearms back at Glynco. That why you came out here all by your lonesome? 'Cause you wanted to give me the chance to high-noon it? Art: No, I came down here all by lonesome 'cause everybody at the office is out fooling around with Bobby Green at the bank and that guy with the... the bmb vest. Was that your plan... Send them there and then dime them to us? Now, Reasoner... My knees are not gonna hold up to a foot chase. If you run, I'm gonna put a bllet in that tnk. You remember the end of "Jaws"? Yeah. Yeah, I remember. [ Breathes deeply ] Art: Reasoner, don't... [ Coughing ] Art: Oh, shit! asshle! [ Wheezing ] Art: Ow. God damn it. Oh. Reasoner, stop! [ Wheezing ] [ Gasps ] [ Coughs ] [ Wheezing ] Art: Damn! This shit really necessary? [ Breathing deeply ] Art: Bet you wish you'd quit smoking now. Shit'll kll you. You got a family, chief? Yep. [ Clears throat ] Waiting on our third grandchild. You love your wife? Art: Most of the time. Me too. But when you start staring down that barrel, you start thinking of all the lives you never lived. Art: Where were you headed? Little fishing village outside Puerto Vallarta. To live out my days in a hut on the beach... Drinking beer, mescal, and getting blowjobs from hookers. Art: You really think your ticker's up for all that? But I was willing to give it a try. Come on, chief. There's room for both of us. Art: I reckon I'd better stay around here. [ Police radio chatter ] Raylan: Well, you were right. Art: 'Course I was right. Raylan: I'm wondering if we should be worried how sure you were he was planning to just take off and give everyone the finger. Art: Ask me again in 20 years. Raylan: Whoa. Wait a second. When did you get those? Art: Oh, a couple days ago. My wife kept complaining that I couldn't hear her, and I decided to get them anyway. Raylan: You need me to carry that? Art: Ha! Kiss my ass. Raylan: Seriously, you want me to take it into the office, scan the money for you, it's not a problem. Art: Yeah, that'd be good. I'm gonna get on home, start pricing some flights to Puerto Vallarta. Raylan: [ Breathes deeply ] [ Vehicle approaching ] [ Engine shuts off ] [ Door closes ] Winona: How are we? Raylan: Hello to you, too. Winona: Come on, Raylan. I've been climbing the walls. Raylan: 15 years ago, the fed redesigned the hundred, changed the colors, made the portrait bigger. If your bill was in the cage 20 years, that means it was printed before that, so I went through every hundred in that bag, and these are the only ones where the portrait is still small. So if the bill you took was in the bag, it has to be one of these. Winona: I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Winona: Thank you. Thank you. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] [ Both chuckle ] Winona: [ Groans ] Raylan: Hurts still? Winona: Only when I breathe. [ Sighs ] Raylan: You know we're gonna have to talk about it... sooner or later. Winona: I know.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x06 - Blaze of Glory"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on Justified... Did you put up our house as collateral for a gddmn horse!? It is a champion Arabian, Winona you've not listened to a damn thing I've said. After everything that has happened, everything Gary, after everything that has happened, You did that and didn't talk to me about it? You got some old ones back here don't get used anymore. I got to get to this, reception down here's for shit. Alright, I'll just yell if I need you. Alright. Everbody on the floor! Down, down, down! Get your ass away from that phone! Open your hand. I won't ask again. I'll just break your fingers. What's that? Serialnumbers from the bills they took out of the cashdrawer. Can you believe they make us scan every bill that goes into evidence? Fifteen years ago, the fed redesigned the hundred, made Franklin's portrait bigger. If your bill was in the cage 20 years, means it was printed before that. I went through every hundred in that bag, these are the only ones where the portrait is still small. So if the bill you took was in the bag, it has to be one of these. Thank you. Mmhmm. Winona? No! Raylan: Hmm? Winona: It's not here. Raylan: What's not? Winona: The $100 bill. It's not here. Raylan: I didn't move anything. Winona: No, it was never here. Raylan: Those are the only $100s... Winona: The one I had had a, um...A corner torn off. None of these have a corner torn off. Raylan: Are you sure? Winona: Yeah. I'm sure. I wish I wasn't. But I'm sure. Raylan: You didn't say anything about a torn corner yesterday. Winona: I know. It's 'cause I just thought of it just now, Raylan. I'm sorry. I did such a stupid thing. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Winona: What are you doing? Raylan: I'm gonna find it. Winona: Where could it be? Raylan: I have no idea. [ Sighs ] Winona: I'm really sorry. Raylan: I know that. It's the only reason I'm not beating you over the head with a phonebook. Winona: You angry? What do you think? I think you're gonna save me. Stay here, I'll call you. Turn around. Hands up. Gary: That's a Montblanc. You can get it back when you go. We're good! Wynn: Gary Hawkins. Gary: Mr. Duffy. Wynn: "Mr. Duffy"? So formal. All we been through, I thought we'd be on more familiar terms. Gary: Well, I am glad you agreed to see me, given our...history. Wynn: Our history, indeed. Thanks to you, I took a bllet, lost seven pints of blood and 18 inches of intestine. I had the surgeons keep it for me as a memento of that day, preserved in lucite. Would you like to see it? Gary: Oh...Okay. [ Chuckles nervously ] Wynn: Gary, I don't have 18 inches of intestine preserved in lucite. Gary: [ Chuckles ] Wynn: What can I do for you, Gary? You sounded borderline incoherent on the telephone. You wanted to talk to me about a racehorse? Gary: Well [Clears throat] Mr. Duffy... Wynn. Wynn: On second thought... Mr. Duffy's fine. Gary: Well, sir, I find that I have come upon a, uh, very exciting investment opportunity. [ Engine shuts off ] [ Door opens ] Boyd Crowder. Carol Johnson. Executive vice president of Black Pike Coal. Thank you so much for coming by. It is such a pleasure to meet you. Boyd: Uh, likewise, ma'am. Carol. First off, I want to thank you for doing what you could to save our money, our mind, and, most of all, the lives of our miners. Black Pike understands that the most valuable commodity in all our mines is the miners. This company owes you a debt of gratitude. Which is why I was mortified when it was brought to my attention that you'd been mistakenly let go. Boyd: Uh..."Mistakenly"? Boyd, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'd very much like you to be a part of the Blake Pike security team. Boyd: Uh, w-well, ma'am... Carol. Boyd: Ms. Johnson, I-I mean no offense, and I would be thrilled to be hired back by your company. But if it's all the same, I'd just as soon have a job driving a truck. No offense taken, but it's not all the same. I want you to be part of this team. Boyd: Well, again, ma'am, I-I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm not sure if you're familiar with, um... How should I put this? Uh, my background. Oh, Boyd, I know all about your background. In fact, it's what tells me you're exactly the man we need. Now, how about we get started today, right away? A little road trip. You have a suit of any sort? Boyd: Uh, no, ma'am. That's all right. I think there's a Penney's on the way. Is there a Penney's on the way? Yeah. All right. Shall we? We're on a bit of a clock. Come on. Rachel: You've been a bad boy. Raylan: I get that a lot. You're gonna have to be more specific. Rachel: Today is Wednesday. Raylan: This is my fault? Rachel: Today's your day to bring coffee. Raylan: Oh, shit. [ Sighs ] Do I still need to... Rachel: I'll get Tim to do it. He's on an errand anyway. Raylan: Thank you. Rachel: We're assisting the FBI. You all right? Raylan: I slept through my alarm. That always throws me. How are we assisting the FBI? Rachel: Preliminary paperwork and interviews from yesterday's bankrobberies and collecting evidence from County. Why us? Ask Art. You suck. Coffee? Art: Yeah, it was your day. Raylan: Oh, you heard about that? Art: I hear everything. Raylan: Since you got those little things in your ears. Art: [ Chuckles ] You know what, Raylan? I plan on living a long time, and chief among my motivators, along with seeing my grandchildren grow up, will be watching you slide into decrepitude. Raylan: Why are we assisting the FBI? Art: The FBI's busy with Al-Qaeda in Kentucky now. They don't have much as time for drugs and thugs anymore. Raylan: Not because you insisted on taking the lead in their case yesterday? Art: Well, that, too. Raylan: Hey, that old bank robber... Art: Why does everything got to be about age with you? Raylan: Did he say anything about them spending any of the money during the day? Art: Why? Raylan: Because last time I assisted the FBI on a bank robbery, I didn't provide a detailed trail of the money. Art: Did they make fun of you? They hurt your feelings? Raylan: Yeah, and I don't want that to happen again, so...Did you ask him? Art: He said they didn't have time to spend it. Raylan: Think he was telling the truth? Art: Well, he's a bank robber, Raylan. Why would he lie to me? Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Art: Raylan, what's the matter? Raylan: I could use some coffee. This is Deputy Givens, I'm working yesterday's bankrobbery. Did they recover any money from Carter Hayes? What denominations? No, no, don't send it, I-I'll pick it up shortly. Okay, I'll see you in a bit. [ Cellphone beeps ] Thank you, Steven. Watch closely, Boyd. Okay, you rolling? Good. Oh, geez. You hear that? Now, first, they blow the top off the mountain, and then they hop in their blasted bulldozers and push all the rocks that they don't want off the side, clogging our creeks and our streams. [ explsin ] Ohh, that was a big one. See, they're not all smaller rocks. Sometimes they're great, big... Oh, Jesus God! [ Breathes deeply ] [ Chuckles softly ] It's pretty crazy, right? It got 700,000 hits before they took it down. Boyd: Um, but this is a federal case. Federal civil, on account of the interstate commerce clause or something. What do you think of the video? It's pretty incriminating, isn't it? Boyd: Uh, well, t-this is outside of my area of expertise, but I would imagine your defense would include some sort of manipulation of computer imagery. No, no. They found the boulder and what was left of Kirby Peener under it. No disputing that. The trick is gonna be to get the judge to disallow his family's lawyers from showing this video to the jury. We're already getting death thrat. The agitators are gonna go ape-shit if we get this exclusion. Boyd: So is that why you want me here? The death thrat? Among other things. You want to watch it again? Boyd: No. No. No, thank you. [ Key clicks ] Raylan: Hey. Yeah? Raylan: Is this where I pick up evidence? Uh... Raylan: Raylan Givens. I think we spoke earlier. We did? Raylan: Yeah, evidence taken from Carter Hayes. I'm here to pick that up. Uh-huh. Yeah. Is this where I pick it up? Nice. I'm sorry. What? Raylan: Evidence taken from Carter Hayes. I'm here to pick that up. Yeah. Raylan: Great. But it's not here. Raylan: I'm sorry? The Deputy came by maybe 10 minutes ago and picked it up. Who? Gutterson? Gutterson. [ Door opens ] Raylan: Is that the evidence from the jail? Tim: It is. Raylan: You want me to run it down to the vault? Tim: I can do it. Raylan: I don't mind. I was going there anyway. Tim: Coffee's on your desk. [ Computer beeps ] Oh, hold that, please! Can you hold that? Raylan: Oh, shit. Sorry. Wrong button. [ Chuckles ] [ Elevator bell dings ] Raylan: Hi. Rachel: Where you going with that? Raylan: Huh? Oh, the, uh, vault. Rachel: You scan the currency first? Raylan: No. Rachel: The FBI asked us to scan it and send digital copies to the secret service and the F.R.B. Raylan: Oh, shit. Rachel: You should get two alarms. Raylan: Hmm? Rachel: To make sure you wake up. Raylan: Oh, right. Rachel: You want me to do it? Raylan: Oh, no. I'll do it. How else will I learn? [ Elevator bell dings ] Tim: Thought you had taken that down to the vault. Raylan: Yeah, well, apparently they got to get scanned first. Tim: Oh, I already did that. Raylan: You did? Tim: I scanned the bills, sent the files to the secret service and F.R.B. just as our dear friends at the Feeb requested. Raylan: Why didn't you tell me that? Tim: Well, I presumed you already knew. Otherwise, why would you be taking it down to evidence? Raylan: Well, I guess I'm gonna go get back on the elevator. Tim: [ Sighs ] Winona: You had it in your hand. Raylan: I did. But I had to put it back. Winona: Why? Raylan: Because Tim already so when those guys come looking for it, it wouldn't match the one that he scanned. Winona: Do you think they're gonna look at it? Raylan: [ Sighs ] I don't know. It's a $100 bill that's part of a huge sum of money they haven't seen in 20 years. So, yeah, I do. I think they'll come and look at it. Winona: [ Crying ] Raylan: Hey. It's not that big a deal. No, it ain't. It's one bill. Winona: [ Sniffles ] Raylan: Maybe you'll get a fine. It's not like you're gonna do time for something like that. Winona: No. [ Sniffles ] Raylan: It's gonna be okay. Winona: No, it's not gonna be okay. [ Sighs ] [ Zipper unzips ] Raylan: You took all the money? Winona: I don't know why. I mean, I could say it was 'cause of Gary and all that bullshit... I was gonna use it to get clear of him, or that I was gonna use it for me and you. But, honestly, the thought that kept going through my head over and over was, "just take it and worry about why later." So, I go to take the money and put it in my purse. And then I realize my purse is too small. So, oh! Gym bag. So, I start stuffing it in my gym bag, and I drop the keys onto Weaver's desk, and I get in my car... On my way here, because I thought I would put it under the bed because I think this is a really safe place for it. So, I'm in the car, and I think, "hold on. What if it's counterfeit? What if that's why everybody's forgotten about it?" So, I think, "okay, I'm gonna take one bill to the bank, and they're gonna a let me know whether or not it's real." So, I'm in the bank, and I'm waiting in line. And the teller yells, "next!" And I'm all, "next for what?" And then I'm like... [ Snaps fingers ] "Oh, my God. What am I doing?" I go to the front door 'cause I'm gonna take this back and I'm gonna put it right where I found it and this is gonna be a really funny story that I tell you maybe someday. And the next thing I know is some guy's got a gn in my face and he's telling everybody, "get on the floor." [ Sighs ] Say something. Raylan: Wow. Winona: Say something else. Raylan: Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday? Winona: [ Sighs ] Because I didn't want... I didn't want you to think I was someone who was capable of doing something like this. Raylan: Everyone's capable of doing something this, Winona. Now, I come across huge sums of money usually belonging to bad people. I think, "no one will miss it." Winona: Did you ever take it? Raylan: No. Winona: I did. Oh, Jesus. What am I gonna do? Raylan: Well, first thing we're gonna do is put it back in the vault and... Winona: "We"? No, Raylan, I'm not gonna get you further involved in this. You wanna do this on your own? No. How you gonna get past security? Winona: I'll... I'll just put it in with some court documents. It's gonna look like paper on the X-ray. Raylan: That Flyrock case you're on, they've doubled security. They're hand-checking every bag. Winona: Shit. [ Sighs ] Raylan: We'll take it through the marshals' entrance. Winona: They don't have cameras back there? Raylan: They do. Winona: So...lf this whole thing goes to hell, people are gonna know you're involved. Raylan: That's right. So, let's make sure that it don't go to hell. Hmm? [ Chanting ] Clean coal, dirty lie! Clean coal, dirty lie! Clean coal, dirty lie! Clean coal... bags, please, ma'am. Hold on. Put your arms out. Turn around. Winona: Jimbo? Who's the new guy? Wolf. He was in the marshals in Louisville. Winona: Oh. Company sent him in to help out. Winona: Well, Mr. Wolf, if any of these badasses give you a hard time, just take away their bladder medication. [ Chuckles ] I used to like you. As long as they do what I say, we got no problem. Wolf still thinks the Western District's the place to be. Where's the derby held at? Is it in Lexington? No, that's right. It's in Louisville. Where's U.K.... Is that in Louisville? No, it's right here. You got color TV here yet in Lexington? Winona: Oh, that's next on the list, right after indoor plumbing. Traveling light today, miss Hawkins. Winona: What? Where's the other bag? Winona: Oh, I left it here overnight. I could swear I saw you take it last n... Winona: Well, don't swear an oath, 'cause I didn't. Good morning, Raylan. Winona. Oh, Ms Hawkins. Good morning Judge. Good blows dad donkey dick, look with all the crazies outside I need to get this ruling done by lunch, and I want to put the fear of God into council before I do, Let's go. Ok, I just need to put my bag in my office. No time. It'll only take one minute. What's so important in there you have to put it in your office right now? Gym clothes. I know fifty men in this building that'd pay good money to sniff your gym clothes. Well I will keep that in mind if I'm ever short on cash. Judge Reardon: You can take it upstairs later. Let's go. [ Elevator bell dings ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Art: Well, there you are. Raylan: Yes, here I am. Art: Judge Reardon wants to see you in chambers. Raylan: Wh... me? Why? Art: I'll bet that comes up in conversation when you see him in chambers. It's inflammatory and meaningless! It's the truth, captured on DVD. Illegally obtained! They thought they were on state land. Judge Reardon: Quiet! [ Papers thud ] We didn't come here to debate the damn thing. I heard you both on this ad freaking nauseam. Just... we're here to lay out the ground rules of behavior in my courtroom. And I'm warning you... anyone, either side, gets out of line, I will clamp down on you like a bear trap on a chicken leg. Judge? Judge Reardon: What? Well, look here who it is... Raylan Givens. Raylan: Your honor? Judge Reardon: Everybody, this is deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens... saved my sorry ass not so long ago from a man intent on klling me. These two are the counsel on the Flyrock case. I know you know this fine young lady. Deputy Givens and Ms. Hawkins here were married in a previous life. How'd you ever let her get away? Raylan: We all make mistakes. Judge Reardon: Yeah. Raylan: You asked for me? Judge Reardon: Oh, yeah. Um [Clears throat] Court-security honcho said his team checked my courtroom, but his team's a bunch of geezers. Raylan: They're all retired marshals. Judge Reardon: And they're all well past their sell-by date. I'd appreciate it if you'd give it a look-see. No. Now, tensions are running high here, deputy, and I want to know if I bring my gavel down I don't set off some kind of incendiary device, hurry us all along to our maker. [ Chuckles ] You do that for me? Raylan: I'll do it right now. Judge Reardon: I appreciate it. So... you tellin' me, that you found yourself someone better than that? Raylan: Boyd? Boyd: Hello, Raylan. Raylan: What are you doing here? Oh, they were gonna put us on a bench out there in the hallway, but then the plaintiff's family's there, too. So everyone thought we'd be better off in here. I hope we're not in your way. Boyd: Raylan, this is Ms. Carol Johnson. She works for Black Pike, the defendant in the federal civil case before the court this morning. Ms. Johnson, this is deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. It's a pleasure. Raylan: Likewise. Forgive me if I was rude. I've been asked to, um, make sure the courthouse is secure. So, again, Boyd, what are you doing here? Boyd is part of my security team. Raylan: Security? I like the suit. You're aware that marshal service provides courthouse security in any federal case? I like having one of my own to watch my back. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Boyd: Raylan? Raylan. I would never presume to tell you how to do your job, and I understand that I am very new to this security game. However, I have spent a considerable amount of time hiding explsives. Now, if you would like, I'd be more than happy to walk around here with you, show you where I would hide mine in case there might be a place that you might miss. Raylan: You have any explsives on you now? Boyd: Do you want to pat me down? Raylan: No, I'm sure you're fine. So, you two knew each other growing up? Boyd: Until the age of 19, when Raylan went off to college and the Marshals, and I went off to Kuwait. And when did you guys meet up again? Wasn't it around the time that he sht you through the chest? Boyd: Well, it was shortly before that. Um, Ms. Johnson has recently become acquainted with some of my past, Raylan. So, deputy, what do you think? Can I trust Boyd here to have my back? Raylan: Well, I am an officer of the law, and I'm in a court of law, and while not sworn in, I do feel compelled to tell you the truth. Boyd: Truth is the best policy. Raylan: The truth is... I don't know if you can trust Boyd to have your back, but, while he has tried to kll me and I have sht him and imprisoned him and I wouldn't be surprised if our paths, again, cross in such a manner, he has had my back on two occasions. Once was the last day I was in the mine, and the other not so long ago. My, sounds like a love story. Be ready to go in 10. Judge. Judge Reardon: Sweetheart, you're welcome to stay. Oh, thanks that's sweet Judge but I'd really rather get my bite now, and bring some clothes back to my office. Not afraid I'm gonna change in front of you are you? Well now that's the only reason I would stay. Charlie? Charlie? Deputy. Ms. Hawkins. We all clear? We are. Well you should let the Judge know, you know how he likes to be kept waiting Yes. Pleasure. So nice to have met you Deputy. Boyd, I do like the suit. What's goin' on? What are you doin'? Raylan! Be quiet. I'm sorry? Court room, good? Uh, crystal clear your honor. Thank you. Winona I need you inside I just got to get my bag back upstairs... You already had time to do that. Winona: I got distracted. Judge Reardon: Oh, I can see your tall drink of distraction right here. Jill, take miss Hawkins' bag, put it up in her office. Winona: Oh, no. I got it. Judge Reardon: Jill, take the bag. You're on the third floor? Raylan: Uh, I'm actually going up there now. I can take it. Rachel: Raylan, Art needs you. Raylan: Just a few minutes. Rachel: Now. Secret service is here. Secret service? Is the president coming? Rachel: They also handle money. He said "now." Deputy, I don't mind bringing it up. I'll use the stairs. It'll be my exercise for today. Judge Reardon: Come on, Winona. Rachel: Raylan? Raylan: Yeah. Secret service? Rachel: One of the bills from yesterday's bank robbery popped. Art: Raylan. Rachel tell you what happened? Raylan: Bill popped. Art: Yeah, one of the $100s we found on Carter. Our friends from the secret service in Cincinnati would like a word with you. It could have come from one of the drawers, from one of the people on the floor. Here you go, and this is deputy Raylan Givens. You interview most of these people? Art: All of them. Including your ex-wife? Raylan: [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Any of them mention losing a $100 bill to the robbers? Raylan: Uh, not that I recall. This resolution sucks. Tim: Here you go. Finally. Raylan: I'm still not clear on why this bill popped. Well, it's been out of circulation for 20 years. Art: They think they might be trying to counterfeit the older ones, 'cause they're easier to fake and easier to pass. Most of the older bills were taken out of circulation precisely for that reason. So when this old number popped, we got in the car. Looks like...an American $100 bill. It's real. You sure? No, I'm guessing. I wonder why we haven't seen it for 20 years. I wonder why you give a shit when it's no longer our responsibility. Well, thank you for your assistance. Coffee sucks, by the way. Art: Have a nice day. Tim: Maybe it was in a safe-deposit and somebody just got it out. Raylan: Or in a sock drawer or birthday card. Rachel: None of the above. It was in a bank robbery. Art: We know that. Rachel: 20 years ago. I just spoke with a friend at the FBI in D.C. He ran the serial number through their database. That bill was in a robbery of $211,000 from a Lexington savings and loan in 1989. Art: Was the money ever recovered? Rachel: It was... all of it. The trial was in this building in 1990. Art: So the money was in our vault. Rachel: At one time. Art: Maybe it's still there. Raylan: Well, wouldn't the fact that a bill was in circulation imply that it's not there? Art: Well, I don't know. You have a case number? Rachel: I'll get it. Art: You know what the name of the bank was? Rachel: Bluegrass Savings and Loan. Art: Let's go! Art: What do you say, Charlie? Hey, Art. Tim. Tim: How you doing, Charlie? Rachel? Raylan? I thought you might need some company. What's goin' on? We're lookin' for some evidence from twenty years ago. Twenty years ago... alright, we go to the ledgers for that, what's the date? May 1990. Now I know, temper's have been runnin' high, But I'm telling you right now, I will tolerate no nonsense in my courtroom. I have court security standing by to haul off anyone who gets stupid. And if the guards don't take care of it, I will. All righty, I got three entries, May 1990. Rachel: It's not there. According to this, the judge in the case ordered the money back to the bank after trial. Art: Did you call the bank? Rachel: Bluegrass Savings and Loan went under in 1992, part of the S&L crisis. And, again, as my friend at the FBI says, none of the serial numbers from the stolen bills have been seen for 20 years. Art: Just disappeared? Tim: Well, maybe someone at the bank socked it away. Maybe it was never sent. Rachel: The judge gave the order. Oh, they give the order all the time. That doesn't mean it happens. It just falls through the cracks. I got a great, big box of counterfeit beanie babies over here been ordered out of here. It's still sitting here. Art: You could call the judge. Rachel: It was judge Reynolds. Art: Mmm. Oh. Raylan: Hmm? Oh? Rachel: He died three years ago. Tim: What was the case number? Rachel: [ Sighs ] Tim: Yeah, while we're down here, we might as well make sure. Rachel: 1990053419. 242, one of the old ones in the back. Well, let's open it up. [ Chuckles ] Let's get it. 242. Art: Round of drinks says it's empty. Raylan: Sure. I'll take that bet. Tim: $210,000 in forgotten money. We should run off to Mexico, start a cult. What are we doing here? Art: I feel like Geraldo Rivera right before they opened Al Capone's vault. Don't tell me you're too young to know who that is. Now I really feel like Geraldo in front of Al Capone's vault. Rachel, I guess you should call your friends at the Feeb and see if they want to pursue this any further. Rachel: Will do. Should I lock it up? Art: Yeah, we're done, Charlie. Alright. Pay up, sucker. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Judge Reardon: I'm gonna disallow it. [ Gasps ] No. Judge Reardon: First warning, Mr. Peener. I know the video may be accurate, but it brings no new information. The fact of death is not in dispute. The video's inflammatory. It's telling the truth! Judge Reardon: Second warning, Mr. Peener. There is no third. Junior, listen to the man. Mama, he's just... Shut it! Judge Reardon: May I continue, please? Sorry, your honor. Judge Reardon: And it was taken while in the course of trespassing on private land. It was nighttime! We didn't know. Judge Reardon: That's it. Get him out of here. Junior, what did I tell you?! You're gonna put him in jail for telling the truth? Judge Reardon: No, no charge this time. But I'm telling you what... I will hold you all in contempt if it happens at trial. Now, you best go with your boy and you take your daughter. This ain't right. Judge Reardon: Counsel, advise your clients. How'd you like it if a rock crushed your daddy? Stop it. I videotaped my own daddy dying... you got any idea what that's like?! Judge Reardon: Hey! If I were you, I'd sit tight for a few minutes. Wait till it dies down outside and let the nut-jobs start heading back to their caves and treehouses. Jury selection starts Monday. [ Gal bangs ] Raylan: Winona. Winona: Am I still out of jail? Raylan: Yeah, so far. Winona: What was that stuff about the secret service? Raylan: It's all right. Go get your bag and meet me downstairs. Winona: Okay. [ Alarm blaring ] We got to evacuate. Rachel: Jimbo, what is it? bmb thrat. Where's the judge? Judge Reardon: God damn it! Jimbo, you know there's never a bmb. Until there is, your honor. Judge Reardon: This bmb thrat's probably... probably bullshit. Caller was specific. If we have time to evacuate, we do. Judge Reardon: I hate this. I hate this shit. Come on, everybody. Let's go. Winona, come on. Raylan, ándale. Let's go. Raylan: Uh, I'm just gonna make sure my office is evac'd. Judge Reardon: They're grown-ups, Raylan. Come on. Raylan: I've grown fond of some of them. I'll be right there. [ Blaring continues ] Go on the east side of the building! [ Siren chirping ] [ Siren wails ] Turn your cellphones off. Turn them off right now. Raylan: Hold up. Jimbo, hold up. Everybody's got to go, Raylan. Raylan: Not the judge, not Ms. Johnson or any one involved with this case What are you talkin' about? On this side of security no one's got a wapon on the other side, it's a different story. Who took the call? I did. Caller ID? Just a number, no name. Did you see the plaintiffs exit? I did. How long after that did this call come in? All right, let's roll. [ Helicopter blades whirring ] [ Indistinct shouting ] Search every room. Pike, Bishop, second floor. Yes, sir. [ Police radio chatter ] Anything that isn't nailed down, you check it. Yes, sir. [ Knock on window ] Rachel: Get out of the car. Step out of the car. Let me see your hands. Turn around. I didn't... I didn't make no bmb thrat. Hell, I don't even have a cellphone. Me neither. Tim: We didn't say nothing about no bmb thrat. Keep it clear! [ Police radio chatter ] [ Helicopter blades whirring ] Nothing metallic. No wires. No blocks. Looks like...Stacks of paper. Go manual. Clear. All clear. Stand down. Stand down. There is no device. Stand down? The bmb call was from a snper. The building is secure. Aren't you the hero? Raylan: I'm sorry? I understand I owe you my life. Raylan: If you were the target. Wasn't I? Raylan: Usually it's the judge they're after. Really? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Uh, then again, I could be wrong. Don't let your guard down. The man belonging to that rfle is still out there. I'm surprised to see you here. Boyd: Oh, without shackles or an attorney present? It's a little strange for me, too. Your boss, he thought it prudent to bring Ms. Johnson here for safekeeping. Raylan: I don't see him. He said he was gonna go out and get us some good coffee. Raylan: Top left. Red tape. Put it back anywhere except for where you found it. [ Sighs ] Boyd: I think I owe you an apology. I-it seems that I woefully neglected that which you asked me to do. In what way? Boyd: Uh, well, in my haste, I wanted to get you outside of the courthouse, which could've led to your death. Boyd, my security needs go beyond having a bodyguard. From the outset, I have had other things in mind for you to do, things for which I believe you are uniquely qualified. Boyd: Well, that sounds an awful lot like you want me to return to my outlaw ways. How well do you know the Bennett clan? Boyd: Well, everyone in Harlan County knows Mags Bennett and her boys. Good. Mags is getting in the way of my plans, and she and her boys are gonna have to be dealt with. Boyd: [ Exhales sharply ] Winona: Shit. [ Elevator bell dings ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Art. Art: Raylan. [ Locker door bangs ] Charlie here? Raylan: No. Winona's putting something in the evidence room. Art: Mm. Winona: Art. Art: Winona. Raylan: You want me to lock it up? Art: No. I'll wait for Charlie. [ Keys jingle ] [ Elevator bell dings ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x07 - Save My Love"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Carol: Boyd Crowder. Carol Johnson. I'd very much like you to be a part of the Black Pike security team. Boyd: I'm not sure if you're familiar with my background. Carol: Oh, Boyd, I know all about your background. In fact, it's what tells me you're exactly the man we need. Coover: Well, you can ask me, am I growin' reefer, and I will tell you no. Raylan: Coover, you throw a dad rat at my car, you're telling me you're a mean son of a bitch. Arlo: There. You happy now? Raylan: Well, you violated your tether range coming up here, Arlo. Arlo: Brought you your damn money, so you can just cut this thing off my leg. This feels quite a bit south of 20,000. Take it or leave it. The mortgage is upside down. Raylan: How much you need to keep the house? Winona: Is that gonna be your big play to win me? Raylan: I have savings. Winona: How much? Raylan: $800, $900, easy. Winona: Jesus. What am I gonna do? Raylan: The thing we're gonna do is put it back in the vault and... Winona: "We"? Raylan: We'll take it through the marshals' entrance. Winona: If this whole thing goes to hell, people are gonna know you're involved. Raylan: That's right. Art. Art: Charlie here? [ Locker door bangs ] Raylan: No. Art: Mm. Winona: Art. Art: Winona. Dickie: ♪ do do do-do do do ♪ Evenin', Mr. Eames. I already told you boys. Call me Reggie. Dickie: Reggie it is. You gonna invite us in...Reggie? Maybe you boys could come back tomorrow. My babies are sleeping in there. Coover: You know what? We ain't here to talk to your babies. [ Animal screeching ] What y'all got in that bag? Dickie: Ooh, what is in that bag? The good news is, Reggie, if you do the right thing, you won't have to find out what's in the bag. Boyd: Hello, Dick. Dickie: Well, how about that? If it ain't Mr. Boyd Crowder hisself. La-di-da. What are you boys up to now? Hmm? You got yourself some business up here, Boyd? Boyd: Oh, same as you, I'd wager... Except, of course, mine's legitimate. Dickie: I tell you what. Reggie, why don't you go ahead and tell Black Pike, "No, thank you, not interested," and send Mr. Crowder here on his way? Boyd: Mr. Eames is gonna hear out our offer, and then he's gonna make his own decision. Listen, boys, I'm just trying to do what's best by my family. Coover: That's what you should do. You should do what's best for your family. Dickie: Tomorrow morning, we will be back. That's right. And your signature, Reggie, We will be expected. You boys having a good night. Dickie: Thank you so much. Come on, Coov. ♪ We will be back ♪ ♪ oh, we will be back ♪ Boyd: You sign the land over to Black Pike, there won't be anything they can do about it. Yeah, not anything legal. Boyd: Well, I can provide protection for you and your family, provided that you agree to our terms. And if I don't? Boyd: Those boys will be back, and, chances are, you're gonna find out what's inside that duffel bag. I'm sure you'll make the right decision. [ Baseball thuds, bat cracks ] [ Baseball thuds, bat cracks ] Art: You're dropping your shoulder. Raylan: No, I ain't. Art: Maybe you're not. I never played any baseball. Raylan: How'd you find me here? Art: Tracked your phone. Raylan: Tracked my phone? Art: Yeah, I called you a few times, you didn't answer, so I tracked your phone. It's not like landing on the moon. Raylan: What for? Art: Carol Johnson, that spokesperson for the coal mine. Raylan: Seemed like a bit of a ball buster. Art: You're going down to Harlan to be her security detail. You guys need to be wearing a helmet. Art: I'm not hitting. Uh, what are you doing in the batting cage, then? Raylan: Yeah, I-I couldn't find one that fit. Well, then you wear one that don't. Raylan: Okay. Sorry about that. The thrat assessment identified judge Reardon as the probable target. Seriously, guys, read the sign... "No spikes, no seeds, no helmet, no hitting." Raylan: Nothing about "No beating the shit out of a teenager," though. I guess that'd be okay, then. Hey, I'll call the cops. Art: Kid, we are the cops. I guess you should know how to obey the law, then. Art: Pick her up at her hotel at 8:00 A.M. Take her down to Harlan to that town meeting. Unless she asks you a direct question, keep your coal-miner-loving mouth shout. You got it? Raylan: I got it. Art: Time's up. Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Sighs ] He knows. Winona: What? Raylan: Art... He knows. Winona: What did he say? Raylan: [ Sighs ] What did he say? He didn't say nothing. Winona: Well, then, how do you know... Raylan: I can just tell. He knows. [ Shoe thuds ] Winona: Can he prove it? Raylan: I suppose he could poke around, check the records, figure it out. Winona: Well, is he gonna turn us in? Raylan: I would if I was him. Winona: [ Sighs ] What are we gonna do? [ Sighs ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [ Siren wailing ] [ Police radio chatter ] Boyd, I'm gonna need to see your license and registration. Boyd: Is there a problem here, Nicky? I pulled you over 'cause of your busted taillight. Boyd: What busted taillight? This busted taillight. Boyd: Doyle send you boys to find me? I don't know what you mean. But you add to that busted taillight the fact that you failed to produce a valid license or registration card, well, we got ourselves a bit of a problem here. Boyd: You tell Doyle and his brothers, if they want to talk to me, they know where I am. But right now, I'm gonna take my things, and I'm gonna go. I'm gonna need you to step out of this vehicle, Boyd. I ain't gonna ask you again. [ Radio turns on ] Raylan: Can we please turn that off? [ Volume decreases ] Carol: You know, when I requested you, I... Raylan: Requested me? Carol: Yeah. When I requested you, I was told you were a stud U.S. marshal. But all you seem to me is hung over. Raylan: Well, anybody tries anything, I got both hands free with which to sh*t. Carol: And you can see them from underneath the brim of that hat, can you? Raylan: Eyes on the road, please. Carol: I also was told you were brave. Is that true? Trying to be whatever's required. So, if this suspect of yours... Raylan: Kirby Jr.? Carol: Yeah. Kirby Jr. Raylan: Same guy who called in the courthouse bmb thrat. Carol: That's right. If he... if he tries to kll me, would you give your life to save mine? Raylan: Miss Johnson, if I'm dad and gone to heaven, how do I know I saved your life? [ Cellphone buzzing ] Carol: Raylan, wouldn't heaven know if you saved my life? Raylan: You got me. Carol: This is Carol Johnson. Raylan: Are you familiar with the hands-free law? Carol: Will you just pipe down? Yes, I'll accept the charges. What in the hell happened?! Are you kidding me?! Oh, for the love... All right. No, no, no. You know what? I don't even want to hear it. Just never mind. Tell me when we get there. Raylan: It sounded like the kind of call someone gets from someone in jail. Carol: Very good, marshal. Raylan: So, who we gonna bail out? Boyd: Well, it occurs to me that you were there to greet me the last time I got out of jail. Raylan: Well, I won't be there the next time. I can guarantee you that. Boyd: What makes you think there's gonna be a next time, Raylan? Carol: You arrest another of my employees on some trumped-up bullshit, we'll sue you for harassment! You hear me?! Raylan: You all go poking the bear, and it's his fault when you get bit. Carol: I'm sorry. Are you talking back there about something? Raylan: Excuse me, ma'am? Doyle: Miss Johnson. Carol: Oh, yes. Doyle Bennett... just the man I'd like to talk to. Doyle: Boyd... You keep some pretty notorious company. Oh, not nearly as notorious as the corrupt chief of the Bennett police department. Doyle: Well, if you're referring to the arrest of Mr. Crowder, you should know that he has an extensive history of criminal behavior. Carol: And a busted taillight is the best you could come up with? Doyle: You should be more careful about the people you hire. I think Raylan would agree with me on that. Raylan: Huh? Oh, no. You can, uh, go ahead and leave me out of it. Carol: Oh, that's the role of the new, modern lawman... just stand by and watch corruption go unchecked? Raylan: Well, he's right. Boyd here is shady. Of course, he isn't any worse than you, Doyle, is he? Or your company's mountaintop agenda, Carol. As far as I'm concerned, y'all deserve each other. And whenever this shit does blow up in your faces, Guess what. I won't be here to clean up the bodies. Doyle: You all have a good day, now. Raylan: I'll be in the car. Carol: Did you at least get Reggie Eames' signature? Boyd: Well, I got it this morning, but I had it in the truck with me when they pulled me over. Carol: Then you're just gonna have to go back out and get it again. Boyd: This was a warning. Next time, Doyle and his boys won't bother with some bullshit arrest. Carol: You just keep doing what you're being paid to do. Boyd: If lines must be crossed, miss Johnson, how do I know that you're gonna have my back? Carol: I just bailed you out of jail, and I'm about to get your car out of hock. Take those as gestures of my goodwill towards your role in our cause. Boyd: That was quite a speech you made in there. Raylan: Well, thank you. I stayed up all night working on it. Boyd: That whole part at the end about you not being around to clean up the bodies... were you just being figurative, or are you planning on leaving us? Raylan: I can't remember. Boyd: What's the matter, Raylan? You seem a bit agitated. Raylan: Do you get along with her? Boyd: Maybe you're just feeling some anxiety about our current situation. Raylan: What situation would that be? Boyd: Well, now, more than once we've found ourselves on the same side of a fight. Raylan: Okay. Well, I'm on assignment by the federal government. You're a hired gn thug for a crooked company. Now, the only thing that we're on the same side of is, like, this car. Boyd: Well, if you need anything, Raylan, you let me know. Raylan: Miss Johnson, tell me again. In your head, what's about to happen here? Carol: Just gonna clear the air, have a nice, calm conversation. Raylan: Nothing clear about the air around coal. Do you know these people? Carol: I know of them. You? Raylan: Well, you could say we have some history. Carol: Is that got a be a problem, marshal? Raylan: No, ma'am. Carol: Oh. Ms. Bennett. I don't believe we've formally met. I'm Carol Johnson with the Black Pike Mining company. Mags: I know who you are, Miss Johnson. Glad you're prettier in person than you are in the papers. I'm surprised to see you here with her, Raylan. Raylan: Uh, marshals service duty. There have been some thrat. Mags: Oh, well, that's just awful. Carol: Part of the job, I suppose. Mags: Yeah, it's not easy being a strong woman. [ Sniffles ] Take it from me. But you just keep doing what you're doing. Don't let them see you sweat. Oh, miss Johnson, these are my boys... uh, Dickie and Coover. Carol: Hello. Coover: Hey! Mags: [ Clears throat ] So, what... uh, what brings you out this way? Need some travel soap? Toothbrush, maybe? Carol: I'm here to talk business. Mags: Even with the law within earshot? Carol: [ Chuckles ] Black Pike is all aboveboard. No need for secrecy. Mags: Everything I have to say on the matter you'll hear tonight at that fancy meeting you're holding. Carol: Oh, well, I'm very glad to hear that you're gonna be coming, but [clears throat] I was hoping to talk to you before then, sort out our conflicting interests. Mags: And by "conflicting interests," I'm assuming you mean that Black Pike wants to rpe our hollers and I want to save them? Carol: No, that's not what I meant. Mags: I've already made it clear that you will hear my position tonight. Nice to meet you. Carol: Ma'am. Coover: Mm. You whoring for the mines now, too... Like your buddy Boyd? Raylan: Coover, you touch me again, it's gonna be a problem. Coover: I ain't afraid of you, marshal. Raylan: It's nice to see the work you done on your boys' self-esteem has paid off. Dickie: Coover, be careful, now. You go beating on a federal, it can take years from you. [ Lollipop slams ] Mags: Boys, let's go, now. That's enough. You hear me? Coover, that's enough. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! Come on. Let's go. Raylan: You ain't gonna wear that to the meeting, are you? Carol: I just need five more minutes. Raylan: I'll come back. Carol: That's not what I meant. So, what was that all about today? Raylan: Well, a little bad blood. Carol: Bad blood? Geez. What, like Hatfield-and-McCoy bad blood? Raylan: A little bit. Carol: Do tell. Raylan: Well, I guess it goes back to during prohibition, the Bennetts were running moonshine across the state line, and agents busted them. They got it in their heads it was a Givens tipped off the feds. My great-uncle Harold took a bllet to the chest, and back and forth it went. I guess for me it started at a baseball game. Carol: Baseball game? Raylan: Yeah, high school. I was playing for Evarts. Dickie was pitching for Bennett. I had already gotten two hits off of him, and, uh... Carol: Finish your story. Raylan: Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, where was I? Carol: Two hits. Raylan: Yes. Two hits. Um, so, I come up a third time, and Dickie's first pitch was just Linda Ronstadt. [ Chuckling ] You know? Just "blue bayou." The second pitch, I got ahold of, but it went foul. And the third pitch, Dickie put right into my head. I ht the dirt. When I looked up, the benches had cleared, and Dickie was pulling his foot back, put his cleats in my face. And I just picked up the bat... Swung it, got my third ht. [ Cellphone rings ] Made his left leg bend sideways at the knee. Carol: That accounts for that limp. Raylan: Givens. Rachel: State police just found a car registered to Kirby Jr. abandoned in a motel parking lot along route 75, 50 miles outside of Harlan. You hear me? Raylan: Yeah. No, I heard you. Rachel: If Kirby Jr.'s on his way down there and taking those kinds of precautions, could be after Carol. Raylan: The meeting starts in about an hour. Rachel: Do you want us to send some help down there? None will get here in time anyway. I can handle it. Watch your back, okay? Okay? Thank you. This, uh, thrat level's been elevated. You should reschedule this meeting. Carol: No, no. It'll look like I'm afraid to face them. Raylan: Well, perhaps your safety is more important than how it looks. Carol: We're not canceling. Raylan, you, uh, may be an idiot and you're certainly a pain in my ass... But we're going to the meeting. Raylan: It's not safe. Carol: Well, then, you're just gonna have to do your job and protect me, aren't you? Arlo: Never got a chance to tell you how sorry I was about your daddy. We may have had our differences at the end, but we made a lot of money together over the years, and he didn't deserve to go out like that. Boyd: Well, I appreciate that, sir. I know he regarded you very highly. Helen: [ Chuckling ] Listen to the two of you. I think I'm getting a cavity, this is all so sweet. Is that what you came here to talk about, Boyd? Boyd: No, ma'am. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I have recently been employed by Black Pike. Arlo: Heard the rumors, sure. I was wondering what angle you might be playing there. Boyd: No angle, sir. I'm just trying to live it clean. Arlo: As a gn thug for the mining company? You know what your daddy would have to say about that? Boyd: Um, Black Pike needs your Indian line property to secure all the land around the mountain, and we are prepared to to offer you a lease... Arlo: You can stop right there, son. We're not signing that land over to anyone. Boyd: Technically the property is Helen's name. Helen: You really come over here thinking we'd sign that land over to a mining company? Boyd: No, ma'am, but I get paid to ask. Arlo: Want a snort of bourbon before you go? Boyd: If I'm gonna deliver bad news, I best do it without liquor on my breath. Am I gonna see you both at the meeting tonight? Helen: I've heard it all before, and you certainly won't be seeing this one. Gift from my boy. Well, it looks like Raylan Givens was here. Speaking of which, have you seen him since he's been in town? Didn't know he was. Although I did get the impression it wouldn't be for long. Has he said anything to you about leaving Kentucky? You see any fast moves, anybody reaches into a bag or anything, you let me know. Raylan: Tom. Tom: What happened to you? Raylan: [ Sighs ] How are we looking? Tom: We're looking good. We got six men around the room, and we're checking for firearms at the door, but since this is Harlan, it's kind of an uphill battle. Raylan: I know. And your boys... they all got pictures of Kirby Jr.? Tom: Oh, yeah. If he shows up, they'll spot him. Raylan: Okay. Boyd: Technically, the property is in Helen's name, so you'd have to convince both her and Raylan's old man. Carol: Raylan's mother pass? Boyd: A long time ago. Raylan: What was a long time ago? Boyd: I heard you had a bit of trouble this afternoon, evident by all the bruises on your face. Raylan: So, you can still see it? Boyd: Uh, what's the plan? Raylan: The plan is that if miss Johnson sees anything that spooks her, she gets down behind that podium fast and she stays down. Boyd: What do you want me to do? Raylan: You, uh, if you see anyone pull a gn, step in front of it. Evening, everyone. Evening. Ladies and gentlemen, we're here tonight to talk about coal. And coal is dirty. Always has been, always will be. But it's till coal that provides more than half of the electricity used in the U.S. Much of it coming from the heart of your great state of Kentucky. Mining gives a good living at Black Pipe, just ask Raylan Givens here. He used to be a miner. Now he's a decorated U.S. marshal. He was assigned by the judge to watch over me tonight, keep me safe. I asked, "Why do I need protection? We're all friends here, ain't that right?" Um, marshal, if I may... Now your salary as a law enforcer officer is is about 1100 a week. Isn't that right? Raylan: Base pay, starting out, about that. Carol: Same thing as what a miner makes, isn't that right? Raylan: Uh, we get overtime. And, uh, marshals get paid 52 weeks out of the year. I put in 15 years. That's... what?... Around 800 weeks of pay without a miss. And if I have to take a day off... if, for example, I have a ferocious hangover... [ Laughter ] Coover: Or got your ass whopped. Dickie: Ho ho! Raylan: Or that. If I take a sick day, I don't get fired. I get paid. [ Applause ] Boyd: Well, now, hold on a second! There's two sides... two sides... to every coin, so let's... let's hear the other side. Now, I grew up in a mine, shoulder to shoulder with the marshal, in fact, and you all know me. You know my background. You know my history. It's not easy for a man like me to come by honest work. But this woman, Carol Johnson, and Black Pike... they gave me a second chance. Now, I believe they're here to stimulate this economy, make it fertile in infertile times, and what we need right now is jobs! I believe Black Pike is here to help... if we let them. I believe they're here to help. [ Applause ] Carol: Now, I come into this county and look around, and I see empty businesses. I see houses in shambles. I see families struggling to make ends meet. We can bring prosperity back to this land. God put coal in these hills for just that purpose. I believe that deep down in my heart, and I think... I think you all do, too. [ Applause ] [ Applause stops, person clapping ] Mags: Apparently, Black Pike is here to help us realize God's great plan. And all they're asking us to let them do, is cut the top off our mountain. Dickie: Whop. Mags: Well, my people pioneered this valley when George Washington was president of the United States. And as long as we've been here, the story's always been the same... The big-money men come in, take the timber and the coal and the strength of our people. And what do they leave behind? Poundments full of poison slurry and valleys full of toxic trash! Dickie: Yeah! Mags: You know what happens when 500 million gallons of slurry breaks loose? The gates of hell open. Carol: Those poundments are built strong to keep the slurry back. Mags: The gates of hell open, and all that waste rolls down through the hollers and poisons the water and the land and everything it touches! Mining company has a... has a word for those leavings... doesn't it? "The spoil." "The spoil"! And that is what our lives will be if Black Pike has their way with our mountain. Carol: With all due respect, Mrs. Bennett, Black Pike will replace the mountaintops and leave money... a lot of money... in the pockets of the working people of Bennett and Harlan counties. Mags: Is that a fact? Carol: Yes, ma'am, that is a fact. Mags: Well, that's something to consider... 'Cause it ain't an easy life here. No, ma'am. To an outsider, it's probably hard to understand why we're all not just lining up and saying, "Where do we sign?" But we got our own kind of food, our own music...Our own liquor. Yeah! Whoo! Mags: We got our own way of courting and raising children and our own way of living and dying. And to protect all that, we have got to say "No, thank you" to miss Carol Johnson here and Black Pike Mining. Hey, hey, hey! Which is why I will put up my own money to stop the landowners from selling their rights away to the mining company. Now, just yesterday, Reggie here... hello, Reggie... Reggie here turned me down. Sold out to Black Pike instead. It's all right, Reggie. I understand what kind of pressure you were under. But sometimes we need to stop and remember just what it is we've got to lose... Which is why I'm inviting you all up our way tomorrow for a big, ol' whoop-de-do! [ Cheers and applause ] Whoop-de-do! Everybody, come... Even you, Reggie... [ laughter ] ...And especially you, miss Johnson. [ Crowd murmuring ] I want you all to see just what it is we are fighting for down here. [shts fired] Raylan: Give me that. Carol: What's that? Raylan: A firecracker. Carol: A firecracker? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Carol: That's our gn? Raylan: It appears so. Carol: [ Chuckling ] What are you doing? Raylan: I was just thinking. It exploded at a... a pretty ideal time for you. Carol: You think I had someone set that off? Raylan: Before the meeting got too out of hand. Might have even gained a little sympathy for your side. Carol: Any sympathy I had started to slip away when you said your piece. Raylan: My job is to protect you, not your company's agenda. Carol: Well, I admit it was a well-timed prank, but I didn't have anything to do with it. Hell, my heart's still pounding. Want to feel? Raylan: You've had enough fun for today. [ Vehicle approaches ] [ Engine shuts off ] [ Vehicle door opens, closes ] Boyd: Ava, you here? Coover: Get him! Get him! Dickie: Now, it's just business, Boyd. It's got a little warning for you here. Coover: You got to go to another house, you got to stand up in that meeting! You're stupid! Ohh! Ava: Back off! Girl, you ain't sh*ting nobody. What the hell? Coover: No! No! You klled Charlie! Ava: Get out of my house! Make me ask again! Out! Go on! Coover: You should have klled me, girl. Dickie: Come on, Coov. Come on. It's okay. Coover: Charlie! Dickie... Dickie: Come on. [ Door closes ] Ava: Oh, my God. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Ava: Jesus. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Raylan: I'm divorced. Carol: You left her? Raylan: She left me. Carol: Why? You fool around? Raylan: Not once in six years. I went to Miami. She left me for a realtor. Carol: That's a sad story. So, is the marshals service gonna reimburse me for the decimation of my minibar? Raylan: It's the least Black Pike can do, after I saved you from that firecracker. Carol: [ Chuckles ] Are you gonna sleep in that chair tonight? Raylan: I figure if I drink enough, I can sleep just about anywhere. Carol: I have a big bed. I'm happy to share it. Raylan: Yes. I appreciate the offer, but, uh... Carol: Oh, but you... you might get in trouble with the marshals service. Raylan: I believe I'm already in trouble with the marshals service. Carol: I have never been married. I probably never will. Raylan: And your dad was a miner, and now you work for the coal company. Carol: My daddy died. I was at Columbia. I switched my major from English literature to mineral and mining engineering, and then I went on to work for the company. Raylan: And you saved your love for your dog. Carol: I have a cat. That's what I call him... "Cat." I say, "Come here, Cat." I pet him, but he never purrs. Raylan: Yeah, well... Carol: All right, well, you better get some sleep. We have an early morning. Okay. - We gotta make one more stop on our way to Mags. Raylan: Yeah? Where would that be? Carol: Your aunt Helen's. Ava: Just hold still. Boyd: Oh, I'm awful sorry, Ava. Ava: You want to tell me what's going on, Boyd? Boyd: It's pretty obvious. The Bennetts are trying to secure those properties, same as Black Pike. But Black Pike owns the entire mountaintop. The only reason we're chasing those properties is 'cause the Bennetts are, too. Ava: You can't keep doing what you're doing, Boyd. Boyd: No. But if I can figure out what the Bennetts are up to, there might be a way out of this thing that works for us. Ava: For us? Well, I don't know much, but it seems to me it always comes down to one thing. Boyd: What's that? Ava: Money. Carol: The birthplace of the great Raylan Givens. This is so exciting. Raylan: Try to contain yourself. Helen, Arlo, this is Carol Johnson of Black Pike Mining. Arlo: First Boyd, and now you. The entire world gone upside down? Raylan: That's it... preach ethics while shackled to a government-issued ankle tether. Arlo: We already told your lackey Boyd that we ain't selling that land. Helen: Now, you two, hush. We have a guest, and we will act accordingly. Carol: It's all right, Mrs. Givens. I understand the reaction. Arlo: Hope you didn't do that to my boy's face. Raylan: Try to act right, Arlo. Helen: My apologies, Carol. Arlo will hear out your offer. You come into town, you don't see your aunt Helen? Raylan: Well, I'm seeing you now, ain't I? Helen: Only 'cause of Black Pike. Raylan: Well, yeah. Helen: And what's this I hear about you may be leaving? Raylan: What are you talking... Where'd you hear that? Helen: Boyd mentioned it. Raylan: Oh, well, if Boyd said it, then it must be true. Helen: Well, you ain't denied it yet. Raylan: That's true, too. Helen: Are you trying to say you're not thinking about it? Raylan: I think about a lot of things, Helen. Helen: I never expected you to stay in Kentucky, Raylan. Raylan: Oh? Helen: I was surprised you ever came back. Raylan: Me too. Helen: And to tell you the honest truth, I wish you hadn't. I loved you like you were my own, ever since you were little. You were the reason I spent as much time as I did in this house. You want the rest of that money before you go? 20,000 Arlo and I took from the marshals? All these times I've been asking him for it, now you're just gonna give it to me? Helen: On the condition this cuts all ties between you and Harlan county, and I mean you leave all of it, including the Bennetts. Raylan: Why are you so concerned about the Bennetts? Helen: You want the money, you leave it all behind. Raylan: So I leave Harlan, you give me a bagful of money? Actually, I kind of like that deal. [ gn ] Get down! [ gn continue ] [ gn stop ] Are you guys okay? Arlo: Yeah. Raylan: All right. Everybody in the house... Right now! [ gn ] Go. Arlo: Aaahh! Aaahh! [ gn continues ] [ gn continues ] Helen: Who's shting at us? Arlo: I don't know! You gddmn... that son of a... that... [ gn ] Raylan: Call 911. Helen: That phone hasn't worked for months. You'd know that if you ever called. Carol: I have no service. Raylan: Yeah, I know. Hold still, huh? Arlo: Get away from me with that Knfe! Raylan: How long does it usually take them to get here? Arlo: Oh, 10 minutes, at least... I don't know how long! Raylan: All right. Everybody just keep their heads down. Stay away from any doors and windows. And if anyone comes through that door, you sht 'em... [ rfle cocks ] ...Unless it's me. [ gn ] Oh! Oh! Ohh! Oh, my God! Raylan: Hey! Hey! Who's with you? I'm alone! Raylan: Look at me. Where is your brother? Kirby Jr.... Where is he? Those bastards! They klled my father! Raylan: Look at me. Where's your brother? Right now... you tell me where your brother is, huh? I think you broke my arm! Aah! Raylan: Hey! Officer! U.S. marshal. I got a sht in custody. Your radio get outside this holler? Yes, sir. Raylan: All right. I need you to get ahold of the marshals in Lexington. Tell them judge Reardon is not to leave his home. A sht outside waiting for him. Judge Reardon... got it. Raylan: Oh, hey, uh, you get me some paramedics, huh? Ava: Boyd. What are you doing? Boyd: I figured it out. I know what Mags is up to. Ava: And what would that be, exactly? Boyd: I'm gonna need you to put on a dress. Ava: What? Why? Boyd: 'Cause we're going to the Bennetts' party. Something pretty. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Well, they got Kirby Jr. He was outside the judge's residence. Carol: So, it's over? Raylan: Not till I get u out of coal country alive. You think the Peener clan's the only ones wishing you harm down here? Carol: No, I suppose not. Raylan: No. I don't suppose you still intend on going to Mags' party, do you? Carol: Yeah. Raylan: Why we got to walk into that lion's den? Carol: I got a job to do, and so do you. Raylan: Give me a minute. How we doing in here? Arlo: I got a hole in my leg! How the hell do you think I'm doing?! He's gonna be fine. We just need to take him in and make sure we haven't missed anything. Yeah, now run back to your marshal service buddies, have them bring me out a new tether! Raylan: Just like that, huh? Helen: Just like that. So, what now? You head back up to Lexington? Raylan: Soon. There's something I got to do first. Helen: What's that? Raylan: Going to Mags' party. Helen: Raylan! The whole reason I gave you that money is you agreed to stay away from the Bennetts! Raylan: I lied.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x08 - The Spoil"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Doyle: Mama's giving you what's left of the weed business. Mags: Then that's it. You and me are done. Black Pike is the future. Its proceeds go to your brother and his family. They are the future, not you. Doyle: You get the weed. You leave the rest. Mama give Boyd Crowder free rein to pursue whatever business he wanted. Gary: I love you. And I do want you back... simple as that. Winona: All right. So, what is it? Gary: We need to get a divorce. Mr. Duffy. I find that I have come upon a, uh, very exciting investment opportunity. Raylan: The fact is, I'm done here. Or at least Art's done with me. Winona: So you got nothing better to do with your life. You might as well just run off with your ex. Raylan: Exactly. Winona: Mm. Raylan: Get down. [ Alarm blaring ] Winona: Who are they? Raylan: Lord knows. Any number of people are trying to kll me. Gary: Where's my wife?! Where the hell is she?! You cannot stop me from seeing her! Winona! Winona! I'm assuming you don't recognize either of them. Raylan? Raylan: Huh? I said, "I'm assuming you don't recognize either of them." Raylan: No. I mean, yes. I don't. I hope you don't feel like we're distracting you here, deputy. Raylan: Tell me your name again. I told you... my name is Ives. Sergeant Ives is from army CID. It turns out after they left the army, both these guys... Hey, there's no need to go into all that. Let's go. Anyway, we're looking for anywhere they might have come across your path directly, but we figure they were hired by somebody with a grudge against you. Raylan: Yeah. Seems like a long list. Yeah, that's hard to believe. Raylan: Will you gentlemen just excuse me for one minute? It's gonna be... Oh, well, if it isn't the man of the hour. Raylan: Gary. Gary: What's the matter, Raylan? You think it might make you feel better to bat me into the floor? Raylan: I think it might be worth a sht. Winona: Why don't you two cut the shit right now? Gary: Oh, yeah. Another *. I thought this would be, like, your dream come true, seeing the two of us squaring off to fight for your honor. Raylan: I'd just like to talk to him. Gary: She is still my wife. I can protect her, all right? The first step is to keep her the hell away from you! Winona: Will you stop talking about me like I'm not in the room, okay? Gary: Seriously, how much is enough? I mean, are you gonna... are you gonna have to actually take a bllet for this guy?! Winona: Oh, come on, Gary. That's not fair. Gary: Fair? What isn't fair? Is it fair because he lives a life where... where people are trying to kll him all the time, that you get caught up in the crossfire? Come on! Art: Mr. Hawkins, I'm gonna need you to get out of this office. Gary: I'm staying with my wife. Art: Winona, you've given your statement, haven't you? Winona: Yeah. Art: If it's all right, I'm gonna send Rachel home with you and have her stay there with you until we can sort some of this out. Now, if you would like to go with her, that is something for the three of you to discuss in the elevator. Walk. Walk. Winona: He's upset. Raylan: He's an asshle. But he's not wrong. It would be crazy for you to be anywhere near me right now, okay? [ Smooches ] You go with Rachel. She'll take care of you. Art: Winona. Winona: Thank you. Art: Are we done with playtime now? Raylan: Oh. My car got pretty banged up, so I was thinking I'd just, uh... Art: It's a good thing you're gonna be staying put for a while, then. Raylan: Why would I'd be doing that? Art: Not up for discussion, Raylan. You can either accept protection or you can quit the marshals service. I'm not gonna tell you which I'd rather. Art, I don't see how any of this has... I'm gonna have Tim shadow you so that you can't do any more damage. Raylan: Oh, so he's not my bodyguard, he's my nanny? Art: You can call it that if you like, but he's gonna stay with you until I can figure out exactly what happened tonight. Raylan: What do you mean, wh... I told you what happened. Art: Yeah, you did. Tim, you're with Raylan. Tim: Yes, sir. Keep him safe and sound. Art: Unless you see him attempting to participate in this investigation, in which case you have my permission to sh*t him. Gary: Rachel, the, uh, the guest room is just at the top of the stairs. Rachel: Thank you, but I'm not here to sleep. I need to take a look around. Gary: Oh, yeah. Winona: Oh. Gary: Well, I'll... I'll sleep on the couch in my office, and you can take our room... I mean, our old room. Winona: It's all right. Thank you. Gary: Uh, just so you know, I-I-I don't think this is anything it isn't, but it's wonderful to have you home. Tim: You know, your rear bumper's hanging by a thread. Every time we ht a bump, I thought it was gonna come off, smash straight through my windshield. Raylan: Yet you still stayed so close. Tim: I don't suppose you got one of them suites with a pull-out couch. Raylan: You got any buddies became contractors when they got out? Tim: Why? Raylan: The hitters from last night. Tim: Is that why that CID Guy showed up? Raylan: I think so. Tim: Yeah, Art says I'm not supposed to talk to you about that. Raylan: Contractors? Tim: Yeah. Most of those guys are okay. Some of them, though, you know, they get home, find out they can't hack it back in the world without the mad minute, and start hiring out for wet work. Raylan: I'll call the front desk, see if I can get you a cot. Tim: I got a sleeping bag in the trunk. You're not gonna try to go out the window or anything while I'm gone? Raylan: No. Not right now. I'm bat. Plus, you got your car here. Even if I got a jump on you, you'd be right behind me. Tim: But you will eventually. Raylan: Eventually, yes. Tim: Yes. Why would you do that? Raylan: Well, I got to talk to some people... alone. So either you let me go, or I'm gonna have to give you the slip. Tim: I love this shit. This shit makes me hard. Raylan: Well, then we've both been warned. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Ava: [ Smooches ] There's one thing I need you to promise me. Boyd: What's that? Ava: No whores. Boyd: Oh, Ava, I ain't been to a whore since I was 14 years old. Ava: [ Chuckles ] I'm not talking about going to whores, although now that you mention it, you better not do that, either. I'm talking about running them. Boyd: Oh, well, now, hold on a second. I mean, the economy what it is, now is not the time to cut off potential revenue streams. Besides, as many people around here as we got out of work, you really want to deny enterprising young women an opportunity for gainful employment? Ava: I'm serious. Boyd: Well, so am I. The president can't stop talking about economic stimulus, and here you are wanting to take away some of that very stimulation. Ava: You gonna promise me or not? Boyd: All right. I promise. Ava: [ Smooches ] Raylan: Oh, my God. Did you sit in that chair all night? Tim: Ever since ranger school, I can't sleep past 6:30. Raylan: Well, listen, I got to make a phone call that I'm not supposed to make, that if you overheard you should report, so do you want to go outside and check the perimeter, or do I have to pretend to take a shower? [ Water running ] [ Cellphone buzzing ] [ Beep ] Was it Gio? Raylan: I was hoping you could tell me. Well, the way I hear it, Gio's only hiring Cubans these days. Raylan: Even if he wants to cover his tracks? Yeah, apparently Bo Crowder took away his taste for gringos. Doesn't trust them anymore. Raylan: That ain't very progressive, now, is it? [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Raylan: Be nice to know for sure. Well, I could always go ask him, although if he cops to it, I guess I have to sht him. Don't want him to think I'm not a man of my word. Raylan: No. My opinion? Sounds closer to home. What do your CIs say? Raylan: Art told me to steer clear of the investigation. Let me get this straight. When Art gives you orders, you actually follow them? Or are you just saying that to hurt my feelings? Seriously, Ray, have you pissed off any shitkickers lately? [ gn ] [ gn stops ] We clear? Well, Baz, looks like you got at least one close enough to let a guy know you're shting at him. Maybe it'll scare him enough, he'll have a heart attck. There's something wrong with my action. Bullshit. I checked it myself. How's a guy who spent his whole life in Harlan county never learned to sht better than that? Dickie: Hey, hey, listen up. Listen up. A guy his size don't need to sht, just like he don't need to fight, all right? I mean, Coover... he... [Laughs] He loved to wave that pstol around all over the place. But the the truth is, he couldn't ht water if he fell out of a boat. Yeah, but I would love to hear somebody say that Coover couldn't fight. Dickie: Yeah, Coover... he could fight. He could fight. But he didn't have to. That's the thing. That's what I'm saying. Right, Baz? Yes, sir. Dickie: Just like Baz. Yes, sir. Listen, man. Your marksmanship is just gonna take a little while to catch up to your fists. Until then, all you have to do... is just put that bad boy inside your coat, square off with some cowboy, point it in his general direction. He comes within 20 feet or so, you cut him right in half. Ohh, oh, oh, oh. [ Chuckling ] Easy. Maybe one... just one little rule. When you do sh*t that thing, please make sure as shit that I am behind you. [ Both chuckle ] All right, man. Dickie: All right. Here we go. And 1... And 2... Whoo! [ Keys jingle ] [ Water running ] Tim: I hope you don't think you're going anywhere without your bodyguard. Raylan: I was just gonna pick up some ice cream. Tim: Ice cream for breakfast? Raylan: Yeah. It's got eggs, milk. Tim: You know an ice-cream shop open this early? Raylan: No, but there's a store down the road that carries some. Tim: Well, I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop. Raylan: I ain't asking for your help. Tim: It's from the movie. She asks Costner to hand her her jacket. Raylan: Well, you start singing that song, I'm gonna make a run for it right now. Tim: Well, I do the Dolly Parton version. Winona: Some of it is his mom's, which, you know... but we have to keep it in here just to... Gary: Rachel. It's awful nice getting to see your face in the morning, no matter the reason. Rachel: I just need to... Yeah. [ Footsteps depart ] Gary: Winona, I just... I... I want you to know that I'm... I'm sorry for everything. Winona: Oh, you mean, like, the horse and all the insurance stuff and acting like a prick at the settlement conference and... Gary: Yes, all of it. I mean, sometimes I'll do something, and... and it feels like it's not even me doing it. You know, like I'm... like I'm watching myself from the outside, and... and I'm saying, "well, who is this guy? What is he thinking?" I guess that sounds crazy. Winona: No, not as crazy as it might have sounded a couple weeks ago. Gary: I made some terrible choices lately, and I don't know why. Winona: Well, I can't throw stones on that score, so... Do you want some coffee? Tim: Tell me again why we passed the first two places on the way here? Raylan: The first place keeps its icebox too cold. Tim: All right. And the supermarket after that? Raylan: The supermarket's too big. The delivery man must let the ice cream sit there 10, 15 minutes while he loads the pallets. Leads to freezer burn. Plus, these guys carry Chaney's. Sure you don't want some? Tim: A little early in the day for me. Raylan: Well, it's 5:00 P.M. somewhere. Tim: What's this? Raylan: I was just gonna... Do I look like the "climb out the bathroom window" type? Tim: All right. Go to your bathroom. Is that it? Tim: Yep. You don't have a restroom, do you? Arlo: You know, it's the eighth bllet I've taken. The first three were at one sitting, when sappers tried to overrun us at Nha Trang. The last one before this was from my own son. That's something you and I have got in common... we've both taken a bllet from Raylan Givens. [ Chuckles ] But there's something else we both have, and that's a talent for playing the angles. Way you worked that coal lady... well, my hat's off to you. Boyd: Well, that's very kind of you to say, Mr. Givens. Arlo: Call me "Arlo." Boyd: Well, Arlo, the reason why we're here is there's parts of my daddy's business that even Johnny here wasn't privy to... things that Bo might have given up before we come of age. Johnny: The way I understand it, Arlo, is, uh, back in the day, when this place was really the wild west, the only way anyone would come in here from out of town to do a deal... say, uh, pick up a big pot harvest... was if you and uncle Bo would ride in and out with them. Figured no one would be dumb enough to hijack a load if it meant the whole family would have to spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders. Boyd: Now, had my daddy been a more calculating man, when those arrangements were no longer necessary, he might have used his knowledge of where and how those loads were packaged and transferred to, uh, get in the hijacking business himself. Arlo: [ Chuckles ] I mention Raylan took off my ankle tether? It means I'm free to come and go as I please. Boyd: Well, how about that leg, Arlo? Is it free to come and go as it pleases? [ Engine shuts off ] Helen: Are they still at it? Ava: Looks that way. I think I'm gonna cut 'em out. Maybe quit drinking, too. Live life clean for a while. I got it. Helen: Thank you. Ava: Mm-hmm. Helen: Any idea what they're all cooking up in there? Ava: Give me. Not a clue. Helen: Oh, that's good. There have been lots of times I wish I knew less about what he does. I can't ever remember a time I wished I knew more. Ava: Miss Helen, are you giving me motherly counsel? Helen: Well, just remember, honey, no matter what anyone does to you... how much they scare you, how much they hurt you, you can't tell what you don't know. Raylan: Boys. Mags. It looks like you're getting ready for a wr. Mags: Is that all you got to say to me? Raylan: You want to tell me what's happening here? Mags: Some of the people haven't taken too kindly to the deal I made with that coal lady. Bad enough they painted... painted the walls...broke out the windows... Took everything they could carry off the shelves... One of them... relieved himself on the floor. Now, that ain't gonna happen twice. Raylan: Someone took a run at me last night. Almost got my ex-wife for good measure. Mags: You think it was me who give the order? Raylan: It crossed my mind. Mags: You did kll my baby. Raylan: Yeah. Mags: But I was the one that let him become a nitwit. Now, I'm not taking the blame, mind you. Coover had plenty of time to straighten himself out. And you did save Loretta... saved me from living out my days with her blood on me. I'm not sure it makes us exactly even, but I made a deal with your aunt Helen to keep the lid on, and I intend to honor it. Raylan: And what about the rest of the family? They agree to that? Mags: How's Loretta? Raylan: Well, she seems fine, considering. Mags: Make sure she knows I didn't mean for any of this to happen... any of it. Raylan: Did you bring me my change? Tim: Nope. Ice cream's melted, too. Raylan: You found me. I'm impressed. Tim: Yeah, give me a little credit. I'm a professional. Raylan: Okay. Tim: Is she behind it? Raylan: She says no. Tim: What's with the Oak Ridge boys out in front of her place? Raylan: Well, it's all about that Black Pike deal. Tim: So you're done here? Raylan: Yeah. Oh, and just so you're not confused, I'm now gonna go to Winona's, check in on her... unless, of course, that's against the rules. Tim: The only rule is you don't ditch me in the middle of a damn convenience store. And I'm not telling Art, by the way, 'cause that'd be my ass, too. So, yeah, let's go see your ex-wife, girlfriend, whatever it is we're calling her. [ Siren chirps ] [ Vehicle doors closing ] Raylan: Well, look at that, Doyle. I never have to look for you. Doyle: Are you looking for me? 'Cause I got a call saying you were here harassing a grieving old woman. Raylan: Oh. Well, someone hired a couple pros to clip me last night. Doyle: I guess they hired the wrong pros, huh? Raylan: I guess. Doyle: You think mama sent them? Raylan: Not necessarily. It could have been you. Doyle: If the police chief wants to kll a guy, he ain't got to send anyone. He just waits for the guy to show up on his turf, and he rolls up on him with a bunch of his police officers. You know, that way, he can make it look like the guy died resisting arrest. Or if that don't fly, well, hell, he could just, uh, disappear the body down an old, boarded-up mine shaft. Mags: Doyle. Doyle! Deputy Givens come here to ask a question. Now he's got his answer, he and his friend are gonna head back home. Everything I said holds. Doyle: All right. I mean, you think I sent them hitters, you got to figure, when you get down here, there's a chance. I might want to O.K. Corral it. You bring one man to back you up? Raylan: Yeah, well, I thought you'd bring more guys. I hope you'll take this in the spirit it's intended. I made a lot of money with your daddy, but that man didn't know a damn thing about growing weed. Dickie: Well, that was a different time. Well, the point is, Coover was a genius. I mean, I'd put his shit on my Mount Rushmore. That Hindu kush can kiss my ass. Dickie: Nice of you to say. [ Chuckles ] It's true. He was a genius. And I got to tell you, when all this happened, I-I didn't know what to expect. I come down here, and I see you are on the bean. A-Ron, right here. [ Chuckles ] Dickie: Ho! I'm assuming you want 80 again, like last time. Absolutely. Dickie: Okay. You okay using the Bennett scale? [ Chuckles ] [ gn cock ] You have any idea who I am? Boyd: Rodney "Hot Rod" Dunham out of Memphis, Tennessee. You know what that means? Boyd: Oh, it means I'm in the right place. I thought over your offer, Dick. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to respectfully decline. You want to hear my counter? Since you called off the deal that I made with your mama, I'm gonna have to take all the weed business, too, starting with this right here. You think I won't find you? Boyd: Oh, no, sir. I'm counting on you to find me. You just bought some of my best weed to take to the good people of Memphis. Now, I hope you come back for a whole lot more. Now, if you'll get your entourage here to tote these bags out to the car, we'll get you packed up and loaded on your way. Come on. Dickie: Okay, we got to ht back right away. That is the first priority... only priority, right? I mean, the money and the reefer... that is just... it's gravy. Got to ht back right away. Why? Because we got to stop people thinking, "Hey, we can just rip these guys off and not pay a price." Do you understand? So listen up. Look, look, Dickie, man, I... I'm sorry, man. I-I'm out. Dickie: You... I... [ laughs ] I'm sor... did you say you're... you're out? What... Listen, man, I joined up with y'all 'cause I needed to make a little cash. I ain't trying to go to no wr. Dickie: It's okay with you if Boyd Crowder just... psssss... piss all over our reputation... piss all over our reputation? You understand that? That's your reputation. Dickie: You... I'm out, too. Dickie: Ho! [ Chuckles ] This is what I get for hiring muscleheads. You gonna want to get out of my way, Dickie, before you end up hurt. Dickie: Are you sure about that? I am pretty damn sure about that. Dickie: Okay. Be gone. Godspeed. Gentlemen. Uh, Baz, uh, just one more thing, man. [ gn ] [ Thud ] Jesus! [ gn ] Dickie: Huh. Yep. What about you, Jed? Are you gonna tell me you want out, too? Hell, no. What do we do now? Dickie: [ Sighs ] The faster we get him out of here, the safer. That's right. We'll outsmart him every step. We'll outsmart him. We only got two, three hours' head start. Winona: Did you really expect her just to admit it? Raylan: I thought there was a chance. Winona: Well, just 'cause she didn't doesn't mean you can be certain. Raylan: No. Gary: Y-you think it's possible that they never find out who was behind it? Raylan: If they don't try again. Gary: What about the FBI? Do they have any suspects? Rachel: Not that we know of. Gary: Well... If y'all excuse me, I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. Winona: Yeah, it's been a hell of a couple days. Gary: Uh, Raylan? Raylan: Hmm? Gary: I owe you an apology. Last night, my behavior... I-I-I shouldn't have come at you like that. Raylan: You didn't say anything I wasn't saying to myself. Winona: If there is a silver lining to all this, it's that he has come back from that crazy line he crossed over. He actually apologized to me about all that bullshit at the lawyer's office and about the crazy insurance stuff. Raylan: But why is he here, exactly? Winona: This is his house. I know technically it's his house, but... Maybe we could talk about this in private? Raylan: Okay. Yeah, in fact, you guys don't need to be here, either. Rachel: Excuse me? Winona: Yeah, I'm... I'm gonna go to bed before I turn into a pumpkin. Would you care to join me? Raylan: Yeah, I-I'll be there in a minute. Tim: I feel like I'm in "The Big Chill." Raylan: Yeah, except no one's dad. Tim: Yet. Rachel: And the music sucks. Raylan: Well, then go home, get some sleep. Rachel: Art wants somebody here. Raylan: I'm here... me and my shadow. Tim: Yeah, we're here till you leave. Raylan: What's that supposed to mean? Tim: Do you not remember this morning? Rachel: What happened this morning? Raylan: I told you I was gonna do that. Tim: And now you're telling me you won't? Raylan: Exactly. Rachel: Do what? Whatever. Listen, I take my orders from Art, which means I'm gonna be here unless he says otherwise. I will, however, take you up on that sleep. I'm assuming you two can handle the night watch. Tim: I'm gonna go to sleep, too. I'll relieve you in four hours. Boyd: Well, I must say, with all this money on the table, I'm surprised by the lack of a smile on your face. Arlo: I think Dickie might have made me. Devil: [ Chuckling ] Unh-unh. No chance, man. The way you moved in there, he probably thought there was a 25-year-old hardcase under that mask. [ Chuckles ] Johnny: That field you're looking at, Ava... when we were kids... Boyd and me... we'd be out there sunup till sundown playing with this old George Blanda football that Bowman had. Bo and my daddy... they'd come out and play with us from time to time, till Bowman got so big, he started running them over. Boyd: Hey, Johnny. Ava: I hope you understand if picturing Bowman and your uncle Bo here doesn't exactly make my heart sing. Boyd: Johnny, finish counting out these shares. Hey. Ava: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Hey, hey, hey. Johnny don't mean no harm. Okay? Ava: I know. I just... I got some bad memories of this place. Boyd: Well, we're not gonna come up here again. Ava: Is that a fact? How long we staying? Boyd: A day. Two, maybe. Ava: Is there any reason in particular we're staying? Boyd: I'm just laying low 'cause I want to see how Dickie responds. Ava: If you're so worried about him, why did you take him on? Boyd: No, I'm not worried about him. But how he responds will let me know whether or not his mama's behind him. Ava: I don't want you to keep anything from me. Boyd: As you please. [ Smooches ] How are those shares working out, Johnny? [ Vehicle passing ] [ Beeping ] [ Beeping stops ] [ Urinating ] Uhh! Raylan: What are you doing? Huh? You don't piss on someone's lawn. Get in the passenger's seat. Let the heater start drying your pants. You mind if I zipper up first? Raylan: I'd mind if you didn't. [ Zipper zips ] Put them through the wheel. Cuff the other hand. Future reference, a guy sitting for an hour in a running car is either on a stakeout or getting his ashes hauled. Either way, I don't think that's the figure you want to cut. Now, look. I know it's unseasonably cold at the moment. Wouldn't be fun sitting all night in a car without the heat on, but this is the life we've chosen. [ bllet clinks ] Smart keeping a round in the chamber. I know some folks worry about accidental discharge, but with safeties so well made these days, I just can't see it. "Baxter-Hawley Construction. Frankfort, Kentucky." Construction, huh? This ain't over. Raylan: Now, I'm gonna need you to sit tight for a second while I sort some things out. Hopefully, the good folks at Baxter-Hawley Construction can get along without you for a while. [ Beep ] Hey, Dan, it's Raylan. Do me a favor. Run the ownership records for a construction company. Gary, listen to me very carefully. I don't know why you did it. I don't care why. Right now, I just need you to take me to see Duffy. Gary: [ Stammering ] Raylan: Gary, I don't got time for this shit. Now, you are gonna take me to see Duffy. The only question is what I'm gonna have to do to you first. Gary: [ Gagging ] Raylan: We're gonna do this the hard way. Let's go. Let's see what the guy in the car does when I toss you out the front door. Gary: What guy? What car? Raylan: The white guy in the gray Taurus that's registered to a company owned by Duffy's sister. Now, don't you worry about that. He's not here for you. Gary: Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Raylan: Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Gary: I tried to call it off. Raylan: When? Gary: Do you have any idea what it's like to think of her being with you? Raylan: I think I know exactly what that's like. Gary: Every time I close my eyes, I think about her m-moaning your name. Raylan: When did you call it off, hmm? After they tried and missed? And how did that go? Gary: He said he wanted me to come by so we could talk it over. Raylan: Yeah, but you came here instead, drafted off Winona's protection. What happens when we pull it? We're not gonna do this forever. What happens then? The best chance you got is helping me get to him before he gets to you. [ Cellphone ringing ] Hawkins. [ Beep ] Wynn: Gary, I thought you would have realized by now what happens when you try to dodge me. [ Chuckles ] Well, I'm glad you came to your senses. I want you to meet me on 75 south at the big rest stop just past Highbridge Creek. You know where that is? Gary: Okay. He wants me to meet him... Highbridge Creek rest stop. I heard. Wynn: You hear where we're going? Yes, sir. Wynn: Oh, and, uh, see if you can find a place to stop on the way to get some painter's plastic and some garbage bags. Got it. Gary: You know, the more I think about this, uh, I don't think this is a good idea. I-I... you know, Duffy is crazy. I think... I think you need to call for some back... Raylan: We ain't calling anybody. Gary: Why not? Raylan: 'Cause all they'll do is try to arrest him. [ Knock on door ] Raylan: Back up. Hands where I can see them. Wynn: Gary... I'm pretty confident this is not what we discussed on the telephone. Marshal. Raylan: Mr. Duffy. Wynn: Should I be putting my hands up or something? Raylan: The guys from last night... you get them from your colleagues in the security community? Wynn: Does it really matter? Or I guess I could say, "What guys?" Raylan: What did Gary promise you? Some part in the insurance money? Wynn: You ask him? Raylan: I'm asking you. Wynn: I have the funny feeling anything I say can and will be used against me, or maybe I've just seen too much "Law & Order." Raylan: Nothing will be used against you. We're gonna end this... right now. Wynn: That sounds ominous. Raylan: Well, that depends. I figure you're good enough that no one can link the hitters from last night to you. Wynn: Thank you. Raylan: Except, of course, for Gary. He seems like a bit of a loose end. Gary could put you in for all day. Gary: Raylan, what are... what are you doing? Raylan: Gary doesn't realize you were gonna kll him anyway. I mean, that's why you had the button man outside his house, right? Gary: Raylan, you can't seriously... Raylan: Gary. Gary. They ain't gonna kll you right now... not in front of a deputy U.S. marshal. Your problem is that I'm just about done here. I don't care where you go. I'd leave the country, but that's entirely up to you, as long as we never see you again. I'd go... now. [ Door opens ] Wynn: Do you want to explain what just happened, or should we all just pretend that's completely normal? Raylan: Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to lean on him, use him to put you away, let Winona see what he really is. Wynn: But? Raylan: I think it would just tear her apart. Wynn: So... Are we finished? Raylan: As long as you understand that the next time we have this conversation, there won't be a conversation. Tim: I wake up from my shift on guard duty and come down here to find I've got no one to relieve. Raylan: Winona? Tim: She's still asleep. Rachel, too. Gary's not in his room, but somehow I think that's not news to you. Did you kll him? Raylan: No. Tim: You kll anybody? Raylan: No. Tim: Well, I guess there's that. You find out who was behind the ht? Raylan: How much you want to know, hmm? Tim: Yeah, forget I asked. [ Glass breaks ] [ Footsteps in distance ] [ Door closes ] [ Objects clattering ] Helen: [ Scoffs ] Damn it, Arlo! You have any idea what time it is?! You about scared the ever-loving shit out of... Dickie: Oh, hey, did you know you're out of beer? Helen: We drink liquor in this house. Dickie: Are you... offering liquor in this house? Helen: No, I am not. In fact, I was just about to ask you to leave. Dickie: Isn't that something? We were just about to tell you that we need to talk to Arlo. Helen: He's not here. Dickie: Because Arlo is off somewhere with Boyd Crowder counting my money. Helen: I wouldn't know about that. Dickie: I tell you what. That don't really matter, 'cause Arlo knows. Helen: Then you best be gone when he gets back. Otherwise, he's gonna make what Raylan did to your knee feel like a hand job from an angel. Dickie: If Arlo cares about you at all, the only thing that he's gonna be doing when he gets back home... is figuring out how to get me back what's mine. Now, why don't you just put down the sh*t there and come on in? Come on. Come on, make me some eggs or something. What do you say? Helen: After Arlo gives you back... whatever it is he took from you... What'll you do to him then? Dickie: What do you think? Helen: Oh!	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x11 - Full Commitment"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Boyd: The Indian line property owned by Helen and Arlo Givens is the last parcel. Mags: Without that property, without them, without me... There is no Green Mountain Project. Boyd: There's parts of my daddy's business that even Johnny wasn't privy to. Now, had my daddy been a more calculating man, he might have used his knowledge of where and how those loads were packaged and transferred to, uh, get in the hijacking business himself. Now, since you called off the deal that I made with your mama, I'm gonna have to take all the weed business, too. You think I won't find you? Boyd: Oh, no, sir. I'm counting on you to find me. You just bought some of my best weed. And I hope you come back for a whole lot more. Arlo: I think Dickie might have made me. Dickie: We need to talk to Arlo. Helen: He's not here. Dickie: Arlo is off somewhere with Boyd Crowder counting my money. [ gn ] Helen: Aah! Tom: Sorry to be seeing you under these circumstances. Called it in a little after 3:00 A.M. Tom: Raylan? Raylan? Are you hearing me? Raylan: Yeah. I hear you. Tom: Okay, yeah. I was saying that Helen got at least one sht off in the exchange and we found traces of blood spatter on the wall across from her body. Raylan: Good for her. Tom: Well we're searching all the hospitals and clinics in a hundred-mile radius for gn victims, but nothing yet. Raylan: Yeah. Where's Arlo? Tom: He's upstairs. He said something about picking out a dress for the service. [ Police radio chatter ] Tom: So, we can't just assume that this was the Bennetts. There's plenty of people knew about that Black Pike money. Raylan: Was her money taken? Tom: Uh-huh. And that not withstanding, I don't have to tell you that your father has his fair share of enemies. Raylan: Then why did you? Tom: 'Cause you don't look convinced. Raylan: You're worried I'm gonna do something rash? Tom: No. 'Cause you're down here on your personal time, right? Art called, says you're down here as a private citizen. Raylan: Well, there you go. Nothing to worry about. Tom: Okay. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Boyd: Mmm-mmm-mmm! You know what that smell is? Johnny: Bacon? Boyd: That is cinnamon. They cure this bacon with cinnamon. Devil: Ugh! That shit ain't right. Cinnamon? Boyd: Wait till you taste it. All quiet on the western front? Devil: Yep. Boyd: What day your boys getting here? Devil: Tomorrow. They got delayed. Johnny: Time is of the essence, Devil. We don't get those boys down here quick to help stand guard, we are gonna drop. Devil: Well, they're getting some emulex, maybe some grenades, too. In case the Bennetts come with numbers, we even up the playing field. Boyd: Well, that's worth waiting for. Devil: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Oh, here come them eggs. Hey, baby? Ava? What is it? What happened? Ava: Helen's dad. [ Voice breaking ] They sht her last night in her house. Boyd: Devil, I'm gonna need you to call your friends. You tell them to get here tonight. Raylan: I thought you were getting a dress. Arlo: It's over there. That was her favorite. Raylan: Who are you loading those bllts up for? Arlo: You know damn well who. Raylan: The Bennetts? You think it was the Bennetts? Arlo: You klled Coover. Now your aunt is dad. You suppose that's a coincidence, lawman? Raylan: No, I don't. So, you're gonna charge off, gn blazing, and kll 'em all? That it? Arlo: Not all. Raylan: Which ones? Arlo: Mags didn't come in here with no gn. And Doyle wouldn't do this kind of thing. Raylan: So it's just Dickie you're after, then. Where were you? Huh? [ gn cocks ] Where were you? I find it odd that she got klled at 2:00 in the morning. Where were you? Arlo: Hell is that supposed to mean? Raylan: I'm just wondering where you were. Arlo: Helen ain't dad because I wasn't here. She's dad because you klled one of theirs. Raylan: Stop loading your gn. Arlo: If you cared at all about her, you'd be loading up your gn, too. Raylan: My gn are always loaded. Arlo: All she did for you... Raylan: I know exactly what she did for me! I certainly don't need to be reminded of it by you! [ Knock on door ] Boyd: I hope we're not interrupting. Raylan: What the hell you doing here? Arlo: You can come on in. Ava: We heard what happened. We want to offer our condolences. Raylan: Okay, well, now you've done it. You can be on your way. Arlo: What kind of way is that to act? Boyd: I know you're hurting, Raylan. Raylan: Don't preach to me. Boyd: Believe it or not, we come with pure intent. Ava: Raylan, I wa... Raylan: Don't. Raylan: Mind leaving one of your cruisers here to keep an eye on Arlo? Tom: I can arrange that. Where you headed? Raylan: Funeral home. Tom: I'll let you know if we find anything. Raylan: Okay. Boyd: I'm awful sorry, Arlo. Are you okay? Arlo: I told you... Dickie made me. Boyd: Raylan have any idea? Arlo: No. And he ain't gonna. When Raylan finds Dickie, that doglegged son of a bitch is gonna be dad. Aah! God! Christ, Dickie! How the hell am I gonna explain this to Genny? Dickie: Just say we were out hunting and I accidentally sht you. She ain't gonna believe that shit. Dickie: Sure she will. She already doesn't like you. I'm supposed to tell her you sht me? Dickie: sht by accident is the key word there, Jed... by accident. Hey, hey. Where you gonna hide your share of the stash, huh? I keep mine in a little box inside the wall. Uh, I got an old fishing kit. I keep it at the bottom. Dickie: Ooh, ooh, ooh. Why? Dickie: Well, Genny and your little girl ain't gonna go nosing around and finding it? Haven't yet. Dickie: Hang on. Last one? Dickie: That about does it. Yeah. Yeah. [ Sighs ] Dickie: Okay. Dickie, uh, what if the they connect this back to us, the cops? Dickie: Hey, hey. That ain't gonna happen, man. I cleaned up all the blood. You saw me clean up the blood. And there ain't no way they're gonna match up a gn pellet. Okay? Because I can't do no time. Dickie: I know. I know. Hey. It'll be okay. All right? Let's clean this shit up before your family gets home, and I'll give you a holler, all right? Mags: So sorry, Raylan. Truly. Your aunt and I had a lot of history. Truth be told, I always saw a bit of myself in her, and I'd like to think she'd say the same thing. Raylan: Mags, I want to stop you right there. While I appreciate all that, I ain't here for sentiment. Mags: I guess you'd better tell me what it is you do want. Raylan: I want to see your boys. Well, just the one boy, really. Mags: Leave him out of this. Raylan: I think he's responsible. Mags: I think Helen and Arlo made my deal with Black Pike possible. And as you can see, that deal angered a lot of folks, folks who knew your kin was paid cash for that property. Raylan: That's the line you want to take? Mags: Yeah, well, robberies go wrong all the time. Raylan: Mags, where's Dickie? Mags: Why, so you can finish the job you started 20 years ago? Crippling him wasn't enough. Now you want to kll him? Raylan: I just want to talk to him. Mags: Oh, yeah. Yeah. Of course. Raylan: Fine. Don't help me. But if Arlo finds him first, we both know how that'll end. Mags: I had every intention of living a simple life... Raising my boys, keepin' house. Then Pervis got klled, and I... and I accepted this role, did what I had to do for my family. I may not have lived the life I wanted, but I'll be damned if my grandchildren are gonna live it the same way. I got Doyle's boys a path out of this holler. And nothing is more important to me than that. Raylan: So... where is he? Mags: I don't know. After he helped you find Coover, I separated myself from him. I heard he's been staying some at Coover's. Out of guilt or... Sadness, I do not know. [ Vehicle door closes ] [ Police radio chatter ] Tom: Thought you were making funeral arrangements. Raylan: I was. Needed a razor. Tom: Oh, yeah. Where is it? Raylan: Didn't have my brand. Tom: Your father got away from us. Used Boyd to give my man the slip. Got any idea where they might be headed? Raylan: Nope. Mags: Doyle... We've got a problem. [ Dog barking ] Arlo: What the hell you want? Raylan: I want you to put that gn down. Arlo: Get the hell out of here. Raylan: Arlo, you remember the last time you pointed a gn at me? Put it down. Arlo: [ Sighs ] She hated me. Raylan: Hmm? Arlo: Helen. Raylan: Oh. Yeah, well... Arlo: I wasn't good enough for Frances. I was a lousy father. Raylan: Yeah, sounds about right. Arlo: When your mother died... you wouldn't know, never coming by... but... I was hopeless, and Helen stepped in. But she didn't stop with her sharp tongue, not for one damn instant. Always snapping, needling. One day I just barked back. Can't remember what I said. Something about her being a harpy, I think. She laughed. That was it. Not a day went by we weren't tearing strips off each other. But that was our dance. No disrespect to your mother, but the last 15 years... the best of my life. Raylan: Why did you think you could find Dickie here? Arlo: That's all you've got to say? Raylan: What do you want me to say? Arlo: You haven't offered any condolences or, shit, even said you're sad she's dad. Raylan: You want me to share my feelings? Arlo: Oh, for God's sake... Raylan: I'm sorry, Arlo. I just don't see how me exploring my grief is gonna help me find Dickie. So my question is, why'd you come here? Arlo: I heard tell he might be here. Raylan: Mags told me the same thing. Where would you look next? Arlo: Why would I tell you? Raylan: I want to find him, same as you. Arlo: Not the same as me. You want to arrest him. Raylan: Okay, then. Let's go. Arlo: What? Where? Raylan: I'm gonna haul you off to jail... drunk and disorderly. Arlo: Heard you tell that statie you're down here as a private citizen. Raylan: I can still arrest people, you idiot. Arlo: You're not gonna arrest me. Take these things off of me! Raylan: Nick, got a live one for you. Arlo: All right! All right! I'll tell you what you need to know if you let me out of here. Raylan: I'm listening. Arlo: Go to Audry's. Ask around. Dickie's a regular over there. Raylan: Thank you. Breaking and entering, concealing a loaded wapon, D&D... take your pick. Arlo: What? Raylan: Get some rest, Arlo. Arlo: I told you what you need to know! Raylan: You have my undying gratitude. Arlo: You shithead! Okay. Who wants some hot chocolate? Blow on it, baby, before you singe your tongue. Not exactly a 14-year-old's idea of a good time, is it? Loretta: I'm fine. What'd you do for fun back home? Loretta: I worked. Right. What was your job? Loretta: I sold weed to kids at school. Hey, Loretta. You want to come play? Just a second, honey. I know this isn't easy, Loretta. But we're all real glad to have you here, honey. Loretta: Guess that's what you're supposed to say, isn't it? Yes. But that don't mean it ain't true. Raylan: Ellen May. Oh. Hey. Raylan: Hey. How you doing, baby? Raylan: I'm good. Thank you. Oh. That's right. Raylan: You don't remember me, do you? Of course I remember you, baby. Raylan: I was... I was here not long ago. You were with one of the other girls and a... and a little dude with a swastika tattooed on his chest. Ooh. That sounds kinky. Raylan: Yeah, I bet it was, until two fellas started shting at us. Mm-hmm. Raylan: Right out here. Till the chief of police came and sht and klled them both. Right out there by that dumpster? Oh. What are... What are you doing here? Raylan: I'm here 'cause, um, I just......came by for a little information. Mm-hmm. Raylan: A client of yours named Dickie Bennett. You know, I woke up this morning, and I thought I had problems. I-I couldn't pay my rent, I have a sick dog, and I can't find a man to save my life. But you... you're gonna solve all my problems 'cause if I just tell you about Dickie Bennett, he's gonna come and he's gonna kll me. Raylan: No. No, no, no, no, no. Yeah. Raylan: That's not gonna happen. I promise. I'm not here on official capacity, not gonna make a scene and haul you in. I'm just looking for Dickie. What do you want to talk to him about? Raylan: Well, he klled my aunt. Seriously? Oh. Oh... Jed Berwind. Raylan: Jed Berwind. Mm-hmm. Raylan: I don't follow. He's Dickie's shadow. You find Jed, and you'll find Dickie. Raylan: Thank you. Wait. You head out now, everyone's gonna think you're a two-pump chump. Raylan: Well, why don't you tell them for me that I was the best two pumps of your life, okay? Oh, yeah. All right. Mags: Tell me it wasn't you. Dickie: Hey. Hey. Listen to me, mama. I love you, and I always tried to do what you wanted. But ever since Coover, you just ain't been thinkin' right. Mags: I am still the head of this family! Dickie: Yeah, and why is it, mama, that the head of this family gave away this family's territory... to Boyd Crowder, no less? Mags: Boy, you don't know what you're talking about. Dickie: What I know is Boyd Crowder robbed us point blank at the shed and Arlo helped him. What I know is Boyd ran off Rodney, told him he was swinging dick around these parts. You... you gave Boyd an inch. He took a country mile. That's what I know. Mags: If you had a problem, you should have come to me, like always. Dickie: Even after you disowned me? No, I don't think so. No, you know, you can just go off. Go make all your big future plans, mama. Go on. Get Doyle and his tads their seat in future land, tomorrow land. I'll tell you what... I am living in the here and now in Harlan County, and I ain't about to sit by and watch while a Crowder takes and takes and takes what's ours. Doyle: You need to watch yourself, boy. Dickie: It's my turn now. Mags: You want to be in charge? Is that what this is about? Dickie: I want what's coming to me. Mags: Okay, Mr. President. Dickie: I want what's coming to me. Mags: Helen is dad. Everybody knows that you're to blame. Raylan's already been at the store. What are you gonna do when he catches up to you? Dickie: That ain't gonna happen. We're gonna throw Raylan off that scent, give him a damn good reason to stand down. Doyle: Yeah. How's that? Dickie: Jed's gonna get himself klled resisting arrest. Doyle: [ Chuckles ] God damn. You gonna ask that of me after everything I done for you? Dickie: I'm gonna tell you where he's hiding his share of the money. You find that and his gn and you match his blood with the drops I made sure to leave at the scene, there you have it. Mags: Dickie, I swear, your actions jeopardize my plans in any way, I will let you swing for it. [ Sniffles ] Dickie: By which, I believe you mean, "that's a damn good plan you got there, my darling son." You see the beauty in this, don't you, brother? Huh? Do you? Everyone will know that we ht back and won't be able to prove it, but they will know what that means. Doyle: Jed. Doyle. What's going on? Doyle: Want to come on out here and talk to me? Is that really necessary? Doyle: Well, you can come out here and talk to me, and it'll just be you, or... I can come inside. You come by to apologize on behalf of your brother? Doyle: Excuse me? For sht' my husband. He ought to be locked up. Doyle: You take a walk, Genny. This don't concern you. It does when you're standin' at my front door. Doyle: I'm gonna ask you to step back into the house. You shittin' me? Genny, go on back inside now. Every one of you Bennetts are crazy, aren't you? Doyle: I ain't gonna ask you again, Genny. Do what he says. What are you gonna do? You gonna sht me? Is that it? Raylan: Well, this looks like a lot of fun. Ma'am... deputy U.S. marshal. I want you to go inside your home and shut the door right now. Not you, jed. No, no, no. [ Sighs ] So, what's the plan... kll jed, pin Helen's mrder on him, Dickie gets off? Doyle: You joking? Raylan: I pat you down, I ain't gonna find a throwdown? Doyle: Well... you even try to pat me down, I'll kll you. Raylan: It was rhetorical. Can I go on inside now? Raylan: No, jed, you cannot. You can stand right there. Keep your hands where we can see them. Don't want to give quick draw McGraw any provocation. Are we done here? Doyle: Yeah. Ain't nothing can't wait. Raylan: Now we can go inside. [ Engine turns over ] Raylan: Jed, I know you were there with Dickie last night when Helen was mrder. And before you deny it, they found blood at the crime scene. And I can see plain as day you're favoring that arm. Now, if that blood matches yours... and I'm gonna bet my left nut that it does... you're gonna go away for the rest of your life. Unless you didn't pull the trigger. Then maybe there's a way you can watch your daughter grow up and keep sleeping with your wife. Doyle was gonna kll you. You know that, right? Talking to me is the only way you get out of this alive. I need to know you can protect me and my family. Raylan: Was it Dickie? And you were there? Okay. We're gonna take you in. You're gonna get this all down on record. But before that happens, I need you to just tell me where I can find Dickie. I don't know. Raylan: The quicker I find him and get him into custody, the safer you and your family are. Bennetts got what, 50 drying sheds across a thousand acres? Dickie could be in any one of 'em. I'm gonna testify. But you got to find him on your own. For what it's worth, it wasn't supposed to be her. We were there for Arlo for what he and Boyd done to Dickie and all. Raylan: What the hell is that supposed to mean, "what he and Boyd done to Dickie"? Boyd? What was that bullshit you once said about your outlaw days being behind you? Boyd: I think you need to calm down, Raylan. Raylan: Give me one reason why I shouldn't come up there and kick the living shit out of you. Boyd: I'll give you 15 reasons in the mag and 1 in the chamber. Raylan: You sure you can ht me from there? Boyd: It's either me or the four people inside this house with their gn already pointed at you. Ava: Is there a problem? Raylan: Ava, get inside the house. Ava: No, I don't think I will. This is my home. Raylan: Well, you both make very good points. Boyd: Raylan, I know you're angry. I know you're frustrated. And if I am in any way responsible for what is transpired, what has happened to Helen, I am truly sorry. But I'm not the man who pulled that trigger, Raylan. Raylan: I can't find him. Boyd: Well, we could draw him out. Raylan: How would we do that... take you to the middle of town, tie you to a tree, and wait? Boyd: Well, I'm glad to see you found your sense of humor. Raylan: I ain't joking, Boyd. Boyd: I'm talking about going to Mags, Raylan, getting her to give him up. Raylan: I tried that. She won't. Boyd: That's 'cause you didn't play your ace in the hole, my friend. Raylan: Which is? Boyd: Black pike. Raylan: What about it? Boyd: Hands have been shaken, but the deal hasn't closed. Raylan: You sure about that? Boyd: Now, when you find Dickie, if you want, you can give me a call. Raylan: So you can take care of him for me? Boyd: What are friends for? Raylan: Whatever needs to happen to Dickie Bennett, I'd prefer to take care of that myself. Boyd: Raylan? I know you and Ava have a history and you might assume that that familiarity gives you a certain license. Well, it don't. That's twice you've disrespected her in my presence. Don't let it happen a third. Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Car door opens ] [ Sighs ] [ Car door closes ] Arlo: You come to get me out of here? Raylan: One condition. Arlo: Oh, shit. Raylan: You go to Mags, take your property back from her, give it to black pike. Arlo: What? Raylan: You heard me. Arlo: I can't do that. Deal's already done. Raylan: No, no, no. You can. I checked. Carol Johnson... you remember her, pretty red head... says escrow hasn't closed. Property is still technically yours. So you will go to Mags, and unless she gives up Dickie, back out, destroy the whole deal. Arlo: No, I don't think I will. Raylan: I don't understand you, Arlo. Not for the life of me. Arlo: I ain't giving back 150 grand. Raylan: Why not? Helen's life ain't worth that to you? Arlo: I don't need you to arrest Dickie. Let me out of here. I'll find him, kll him myself for nothing. Raylan: Sure you will. Mm. All this time knowing her blood was on your hands. Arlo: My hands? You klled a Bennett! Raylan: Now you won't give up your payday so you can get her kller. Raylan! Raylan! Raylan: I'm sorry. Can't let you hurt a prisoner. Raylan: You're right. It won't happen again. He's gonna be all right. As long as he does what's right! Now, let me talk to you in a language I think you can understand. Think of this as a business deal. If I take down Dickie, you and Boyd can have free rein over all of Harlan county. Arlo: Don't matter what I do. Mags won't give Dickie up. Raylan: Yes, she will. [ Door opens ] Arlo Givens is outside. Mags: Alone? He wouldn't say what he wanted. Bring him on in. Mags: It's okay. You can go. Arlo: Hello, Maggie. Mags: Wondered how long it would be before you came to my door. You want a drink? Arlo: You know I do. Mags: You understand I didn't have nothin' to do with it. Helen and I had called a truce. Arlo: [ Sniffs ] If you say so. But you still got to answer for Dickie. Mags: He's claiming you ripped him off. Arlo: We did, with cause. Dickie came to Boyd, reneged on the deal you made. Boyd took offense. Mags: Boyd should have come to me. You should have come to me. Arlo: We all had the sense you'd stepped back from the life, with your mine deal. Mags: You want me to give up my son to you? It came to it, you'd do the same to Raylan? Arlo: Either you tell me where Dickie's at, or I back out of the deal with black pike. Mags: You're too late for that. Arlo: No, I ain't. And you know it. Pot trade ain't what it used to be. Without that deal, you got nothing. Mags: What'll you do if you get him? Arlo: I'd kll him. But it ain't my decision. Mags: Raylan sent you? Arlo: Wanted me to ask you, what's the future worth? Dickie: You get it done? Doyle: Ah, it didn't work out. [ Car door closes ] [ Footsteps approach ] I had no choice, Dick. Dickie: Mama know about this? Raylan: She's the one who gave you up. Seems you ain't worth protecting. Doyle: Oh, God damn it, Raylan. Raylan: Let's go, Doyle. You made a deal. Doyle: I'm gonna need you to turn around, Dick. Behind your back. All right, let's go. Hope you're satisfied. Start walking. Dickie: [ Sobbing ] You don't have to do this, Raylan. Raylan: What did you say? Dickie: I said... I said, you don't... you have to do this, Raylan! Raylan: Of course I do. This is who we are, Dickie. This is who we've always been. Givens, Bennetts... going on what? Nearly a hundred years now. And this is how it ends. Dickie: It can just end. It don't have to be like this... with handcuffs in the woods in the middle of the night. Raylan: You walked into my father's home and excuted Helen in her gddmn bathrobe. Dickie: No, that was not the way it went down, Raylan. Nobody excuted her. She died because she had a gn pointed at us and she wouldn't listen. When I told her to put the gn down, Ray... I told her over and over again, "put the damn gn down," but she wouldn't listen, Raylan. You know how she was, Raylan! Raylan: Don't talk about her like you knew her. You didn't know shit about her. That woman saved my life. Did you know that? Criminal for a father, working a deep mine, wondering... What on earth could come along and save me? Helen did. She told me to leave this place behind, be better than Arlo, and she gave me the money to do it. That woman raised her dad sister's kid like he was her own because... God damn you, Dickie. Thanks for coming. Winona: Mm-hmm. It's peaceful. So quiet. Raylan: Under different circumstances, I'm sure plenty of people could have been happy here. Winona: I'm so sorry, Raylan. [ Footsteps approach ] Ava: Mr. Givens. She had no regrets. Knew the life she'd chosen. She wouldn't have done it any other way. Lord, our God, you are the source of life. In you, we live and move and have our being. Keep us in life and death in your love, and, by your grace, lead us to your kingdom, through your your son, Jesus Christ. Winona: He's very sweet. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Winona: We can stay if you want. Raylan: No. Winona: Oh? Okay. Raylan: I want to leave right now, with you. Raylan: Tom. Tom: Raylan. Raylan: You missed all the fun, but I think there's some food if you're still hungry. Tom: No, thanks. Raylan: This is Winona. Winona: How do you do? Tom: Ma'am. Raylan: What brings you here? Tom: Raylan, I need a moment with you. Raylan: Here and now is good. Tom: Okay. Jed Berwind had a visitor a few hours ago. And shortly after she left, he recanted his statement. Said he lied about everything, that he was the one that klled Helen, and that you coerced him into implicating Dickie, says the Bennetts had nothing to do with it. Raylan: Who was the visitor? Tom: We're looking into that. [ Buzzer ] Mags: I'm... I'm sorry, Dickie. Couldn't let your troubles interfere with what had to be done. The deal's all closed. Ain't nobody can touch it now. Doyle's family's on their way to our property up north. The future will be theirs... And theirs alone. You see, son, you were right. [ Laughing ] I don't know who I was kidding. Can you see your old mama sitting on some suburb porch cashing dividend checks? No. This is where I belong. Dickie: [ Voice breaking ] He put a gn to my head, mama. Mags: Oh, I know, honey. I know. We'll take care of all that. Don't you worry. We'll take care of everything.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x12 - Reckoning"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Mags: It was already in the glass, not in the jar. Walt: [ Grunts ] Mags: That's was my grandmama's, before she passed it on to my mama. She give it to me when I turned 16. [ Chuckles ] I lit up like a firecracker. There. You're like a dream come true for this old girl. Loretta: [ Sobbing ] Oh, daddy. Raylan, I'm sorry to bother you. I just -- I knew they'd klled him. I knew it. Please help me, Raylan. Mags: Whatever you decide to do, the county is yours, far as I'm concerned. One thing -- Stay out of the weed business. It's Bennett territory. Boyd: Since you called off the deal that I made with your mama, I'm gonna have to take all the weed business, too, starting with this right here. Dickie: We need to talk to Arlo. Helen: He's not here. Dickie: Because Arlo is off somewhere with Boyd Crowder counting my money. Helen: Oh! Art: Raylan. Raylan: Art. Art: I am truly sorry about your aunt. Raylan: Yeah, well, I-I appreciate it. If, uh, you don't mind, I'd like to take another week's leave. Art: Seems like a good idea. Something else I can do for you, Raylan? Raylan: Yeah. I'd, uh... I'd like to go back to Glynco, get out of the field, try my hand at firearms instruction again. Art: So, you want me to recommend you for a promotion? Raylan: Yeah. They're always looking for guys like me. Art: You mean guys that have sht people? Raylan: Exactly. Art: Yeah, well, you got that covered. Let me think about it. Raylan: You saying it's a bad idea? Art: No. I'm saying I want to think about it. Good night, Raylan. Raylan: Night, Art. [ Beeping ] [ Door closes, beeping stops ] Doyle: Mama inside? Dickie: Yeah. Mags: What's that look on your face? Doyle: Boyd Crowder wants to parley. Mags: Ooh! Dickie: What?! No, no, no. He started all this, and now he wants to parley? Mags: Doyle, where are Sarah Jean and the babies? Doyle: I got them nice and safe, mama, just like you told me to. Dickie: Mama, mama, I know I don't need to ask you this, but we ain't gonna sit down with Boyd, are we? Mags: Why not? Dickie: I'll tell you why not-- because we don't need him. We got more than enough men to crush him like a bug. And he knows that, mama. He knows that. Why else would he be asking to parley? Doyle: Dickie's right about that much. I mean, he did sound like a man who's ready to come to terms. Dickie: And the thing about that is, it's too damn late for that. I mean, he already made his move. Mags: And you had nothing to do with that, I suppose. Dickie: Mama... I explained that to you. Mags: 'Course I'm gonna sit down with him. Why shouldn't I? Everybody makes mistakes. His was coming after our pot money. Yours was telling him what was in your mind. And mine... mine was thinking I had the measure of him. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Right on time. I do appreciate punctuality. Look, Doyle Bennett's more than just a friend. He's a mentor. Boyd: Well, it's all well and good as far as it goes. What's that supposed to mean, Boyd? Boyd: Makes me wonder why you're talking to me. [ Sighs ] I got my reasons. Boyd: Well, let's hear it, Nicky, 'cause from where I'm sitting, this looks an awful lot like a set-up. I thought the Bennetts were gonna keep Black Pike out. Instead, they used us to make a better deal for themselves. The runoff from Black Pike is gonna drive us off that mountain. Due respect to Doyle, the Bennetts have had their way far too long. Boyd: [ Chuckles ] That's it? You got nothing more to say? I'm not doing this for the money. Boyd: Oh, I know. You're doing it to get Doyle out of the way so that you can be chief of police. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ I don't understand why Loretta doesn't have to go but we all still got to. And I told you, you don't need to concern yourself about Loretta. She's got a head cold. Now get in and zip it. All right. Loretta: Hey. We'll all go to Sunday school together this week, all right? Soon as I'm up to it. God can tell when you're lying, Loretta. He sees all things. You don't have that seat belt on in the next three seconds, he's gonna see me lay a hand across your backside. Any problems, you call us, all right? Loretta: Yes, sir. All right. Feel better. We'll see you in a bit. Raylan: [ Inhales sharply ] [ Clears throat ] [ Toothbrush scrubbing ] Hi. Winona: Hi. So, is Art gonna make that phone call? Raylan: [ Grunts ] Well, I got the impression it's gonna be a little harder than I thought. Winona: You don't want to go, do you? Raylan: What are you talking about? Winona: Well, if you wanted to go, we'd be gone. Raylan: It was my idea. Winona: And I'm pregnant, so if you don't want to go, you need to let me know right now so we can deal with it and move on. Raylan: What was that? Winona: If you don't want to go, let me know and we can deal with it. Raylan: No, no, not that part. The other part. You're pregnant? Winona: Mm-hmm. Raylan: You're sure? Winona: I didn't know until the day before yesterday, but I didn't want to tell you at the funeral. Raylan: Why not? Winona: I just thought you'd be mad. Raylan: Mad? It's like the best news I've heard in, like... Winona: Ever? Raylan: That's the word I was looking for. Winona: [ Laughs ] Raylan: And we are going to Glynco, by the way. I don't know if it'll be six weeks or six months, but we'll go, and if we can't go, I'll quit. You know? Do something else. I don't have any skills, so I don't know what that'll be, but I'll think of something. Maybe I'll sell ice cream. I like ice cream. Winona: I'm scared, Raylan. Boyd: Well, the Bennetts are in the house. Morning, Mags. Doyle. Doyle: Pastor. Now, at this time, I'm gonna have to ask you to surrender any and all wapon or firearms in your possession. Thank you. Doyle: That's everything. Mama, you packing? Mags: No. I'll -- I'll step outside now, let y'all talk business. Uh, door's locked till the parley's over. Boyd: Well, I want to thank you both for agreeing to this sit-down. This is a very sensitive time for all parties concerned. But surely, it's better that we talk things out now than sht them out later. Arlo: Case you didn't notice, the shting's already started. Boyd: As I was saying, emotions are running awful high right now. But nobody wants a full-scale wr. Doyle: Yeah, nobody without enough gn, anyway. Mags: I came here to listen to Boyd Crowder, not you. Boyd: The point is taken, Doyle. You Bennetts are many. We are few. But I think we both can agree that bloodletting is bad for business. Mags: You want to talk about business, huh? Boyd: Yeah, Mags, I do. Mags: All right, then. Aside from money, what is business but contracts and agreements? Now, you and me, we had an agreement. I gave up my family's claim on this county, but for one thing -- the pot business. Boyd: That's true, Mags, but then your son Dickie approached me. Mags: You didn't shake hands with Dickie -- you shook hands with me. We had a deal, and you broke it. Rest is just chin music. Boyd: You're right, Mags. I'm sorry. Mags: Question is... What do you aim to do about it? Doyle: What is this? Boyd: The money we took from Dickie -- every single dollar. Mags: Well, now... I'd say that's a step in the right direction. Devil: What the hell you doing? Ava: I'm not staying in the cellar. Smells like moldy death down there. Devil: Yeah, well, Boyd said you got to -- Ava: I know what he said. You're watching the front. I'm gonna keep an eye out back, make some coffee while I'm at it. Fresh black coffee? You hear from Johnny? Devil: Yeah. He's at his house. Mags: Strikes me that this little deal of ours may not be enough for you. Oh, it's enough for now, when it's just you, Arlo, the cripple, and the other feller. But one of these days, you're gonna want more. And we both know, when that day comes, you will take more. Ava: Devil, you want sugar? [ Truck doors close ] Johnny Crowder? Ava: [ Gasps ] Devil! Devil: You stay the hell down! Ugh! Ugh! Dickie: Hello, Ava. Ava: Oh! Dickie! Ugh! Devil: Hey, Ava! You all right? [ Cellphone ringing ] Doyle: It's Dickie. Mags: Answer it. Doyle: Yeah? What? Are you sure? Boyd: Well, I take it that's not good news. I didn't want to make the mistake of underestimating you, Mags, but now I think we understand each other. Arlo. Loretta? Loretta?! [ Cellphone rings ] Raylan: Loretta? Who's this? Raylan: What do you mean, "Who's this?" Who the hell is this? This is officer Riley, Lexington Police. Your turn. Raylan: Well, officer Riley, this is deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. Where's Loretta? Yeah, it looks like she's gone. Raylan: What do you mean, "gone"? Parents left her alone for a couple hours, returned to find her missing. Called it in as a possible abduction. She left the cell, so I'm checking the outgoing calls. Raylan: I-I'll be there in a few. Winona: What was that about? Raylan: Do you mind being a little late to work? Boyd: Where's Ava? Where's Ava?! Devil: Well, she's --she's on the couch. Arlo: Get that body off the road. Boyd: [ Breathing heavily ] Ava: I'm sorry. Boyd: You're sorry? Ava: You told me to stay in the cellar. Boyd: Baby, why didn't -- w-why-- why didn't you stay... W-where's your doctor? Arlo: On his way. Boyd: Why wasn't she in the cellar? Devil: She wouldn't stay down. Boyd: You should have made her stay down! Devil: I know. I-I'm sorry, Boyd. Boyd: You're sorry?! Huh? Devil: I'm sorry, Boyd. Boyd, I know. I know. I know. Boyd: Who sht her? Devil: It was Dickie Bennett. Boyd: Did you see him? Devil: It's what she said. [ Dialing ] Boyd: I need you to find me Dickie Bennett. Neighbor down the block had her eyes on a car she didn't like, hanging around out in front of the house. Raylan: How nosy did she get? Brown sedan, license pings back to a Wade Messer. No address, just a rural route in Harlan County. Raylan: Anybody see her near the car? Uh, no. Raylan: Call trooper Tom bergen down in Harlan. Sure. I know Tom. Raylan: He knows the girl's history. He could be helpful. I'll do that. [ Engine turns over ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Okay. Police are gone. I saw you talking to the officer, ducking his eyes. Whatever you felt like you couldn't say in their presence, now you can. Sorry. I don't -- I don't know what you're talking about. Raylan: Stop. Glen, I don't want you to speak anymore, 'cause once you start lying to me, there's gonna be a river between us with no bridge to cross. Do you understand what I'm saying? Nod if you do. Okay. Good. Start again. I've lived a righteous life since I've come up to Lexington. I got my affairs in order, I make it to my meetings -- I'm a good father, and I work hard, marshal. Raylan: But? Years back, I did a piece for burglary and trespass over in South Carolina. 15 years now since I've been out. Raylan: And what? You don't want anything to happen to the kids over some chickenshit from your past? Thing is, got kids around, all you can do is protect them. You feel this, like, natural pull. Raylan: You bought a gn. A little Smith & Wesson .38 I got at a gn show a couple years back. Kept it in the closet, for protection. Raylan: Where's that gn now, Glen? I don't know. It was there last night, and now it's gone, along with about $300 I saved in a drawer for emergencies. Loretta: What? Deal didn't include me paying for your gas on top, Messer. Well, then we're gonna have to live here, 'cause I ain't a-got no other way to pay for it. Hey. Thank you. Tell me, Retty, what do you got in that bag?! Loretta: What the hell, man? What you got in that bag, Retty?! Loretta: It ain't none of your concern. Hell it ain't. You got a piece in there. Why are you dragging a gn down to Harlan, girl? You tell me right now, Loretta, or this ship don't sail. Loretta: I aim to find what happened to my daddy. That's all. Are you out of your gddmn mind? You roll into Harlan with a gn, asking questions about what happened to Walt, what do you think is gonna happen? Loretta: You ain't got to worry about it. You're getting paid. Paid? There ain't enough money in this world worth crossing the Bennetts over. I thought you already knew that. Loretta: Just get me as far as the county line. That's all I'm asking. Hell no. This stops right here. We're going to Lexington while we still have a sht. Loretta: Messer, don't you put this car in gear. You make me pull my hand out of this bag, you might not like what it comes up with. All right. You the boss. I considered your daddy a friend. We wasn't close, but I held him in some regard. And that's the only reason why I agreed to carry you down here. Loretta: I've come this far, Messer. I will see this thing through. I owe daddy that much. Raylan: I'm sorry. Winona: Where are we going? Raylan: I'm still gonna take you to work and drop you off. Winona: And then? Raylan: Then I got this thing I need to deal with. Winona: Do you still plan on picking me up from work? Raylan: As soon as I'm done with this thing, yes. Winona: This thing in Harlan? Raylan: Yeah. Winona: Well, we just attended a funeral after you klled a guy whose family's been feuding with your family for the past 70 years. Raylan, what if they took her? What if they did that to try and pull you back in? Raylan: Nobody took the girl. Winona: You don't know that. Raylan: She's got a gn. She's got money. She's likely going down there to avenge her daddy's mrder. Winona: How can you be so sure? Raylan: Because that's what I would have done when I was her age. What do you want me to do? Do you want me just to leave this alone? Winona: Yeah. I want you to leave this alone. I want you to leave it to the authorities. This is not your problem, Raylan. Raylan: She's a 14-year-old girl. Winona: [ Voice breaking ] I know. It's not your problem. Please. Not today. Raylan: Winona... I promise you I will be fine. Winona: Okay. Take me to work. And go to Harlan. But I can't promise you I'm gonna be here when you get back. Doyle: How you boys doing? Comfortable? There's a gddmn wr going on. Anybody tell you that? Mooney, you believe this shit? Well, you get what you pay for. That's a fact. Dickie: What's the trouble out here, Doyle? Doyle: Where's mama? Dickie: Mama! Doyle: These rodeo clowns your idea of security? Sitting around smoking, drinking, playing with themselves? Dickie: Why don't you just cool yourself down? Ain't nobody got by 'em yet. Doyle: Mama, I thought you'd want to know. The state troopers put out a BOLO watch on Wade Messer. Raylan Givens doing the looking. Messer's heading this way. He's got that McCready girl with him. Mags: Loretta? Doyle: Yes, ma'am. Mags: [ Scoffs ] What are you doing about it? Doyle: Well, my boys got their eyes peeled, just like them troopers. Mags: Dickie, you get on up to rabbit holler, and you wait for 'em. Dickie: Rabbit holler? But what if he ain't, uh -- Mags: Don't "what if" me. You get Loretta, and you bring her here. Dickie: Mama, mama, I'm just trying to get a word in edgewise to say, what if he ain't got her? Mags: Well, you find out where she is, and you get her! Now! Dickie: Okay. I'm going. Mags: And you be damn sure no harm comes to that girl. [ Footsteps approach ] Arlo: Boyd. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Boyd: This your doctor? Arlo: Yep. Boyd: What are you, a med student? I'm a doctor. I run a free clinic in Corbin. Boyd: You run a clinic, what are you doing this for? Because the clinic needs money and you're gonna give us a lot of it. Boyd: You fix her as if your life depended on it, 'cause it surely does. You don't leave her side. Devil: You got it. [ Cellphone rings ] Raylan: Tom, got anything? Tom: I got a call about Loretta from the Lexington P.D. Raylan: Yeah. Put out a BOLO out? Tom: As soon as I hung up. Anybody spots Messer, they're gonna give you a call. Raylan: Okay. Art: Well, you got everything you need? Winona! Winona: Art. [ Sighs ] Can we talk? Art: Sure. Now, dear, as fond as I am of you, I hope this is not about Glynco. Winona: No. Um, Raylan went to Harlan this morning. He seems to think Loretta's in trouble or that she's gonna get herself in trouble. Art: Uh-huh. Winona: Art, he went back to Harlan. There are people there who want him dad. Art: I imagine he's aware of that. Winona: Well, the marshals need to help. Art: Winona, whatever Raylan is doing over there is on his personal time. Winona: Art... please. Come on. You got to help him. Art: Sometimes you just can't help. [ Thudding in distance ] Raylan: Wade Messer. Raylan Givens. Damn! Raylan! Raylan: How you doing? Just fine. Raylan: Good. Good. Where's Loretta McCready? Loretta? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Well, she called, looking for a ride. Her daddy was a friend, so I obliged. Raylan: I'm gonna ask you to put the hammer down and keep your hands where I can see 'em. Sure. So, how you been keeping yourself? Raylan: Oh, pretty good, joined the marshals service. Where is she now? Gas stop. Marshals service, huh? Boy, I'd have never guessed that. Raylan: I'm gonna check you for wapon. Then you can show me which gas stop. You mind if we take your car? Raylan: No. Oh! Dickie: Whoo! Right there. Nobody gonna tell me that wasn't no base ht. [ Grunts ] All right. That ain't going anywhere. Dickie: I appreciate the help, there, Wade. Mr. Bennett, sir, uh, if that girl had told me what she was thinking of doin', I'd have called you, first thing. Dickie: No harm, no foul, my friend. But, listen, I'm gonna need you to do something for me, okay? What's that? You name it. Dickie: Need you to get your ass back out there and find that girl. Will you do that for me? Oh, yes, sir. Dickie: Okay. Listen to me. You find that girl, all will be forgiven. Yes, sir. Dickie: Now, go on. Go on. Well... How you doing, there, Raylan? Huh? I bet you'd like a handful of aspirin for that headache right about now, wouldn't you, hmm? Raylan: Where's Loretta? Dickie: Wade told me Loretta offered him $150 to bring her back. Then Doyle heard on the police radio that you had them on some kind of watch list, and what do you know? Here we both are. It's the top of the 1st, Raylan. Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter... swing! Raylan: [ Grunts ] Dickie: Oh! Raylan: Shit! Dickie: Ho-ho! Foul ball! Stee-rike one. Sounded like it hurt, though. Yeah. Raylan: She's here to find the people who klled her daddy. Dickie: Better do some stretching here. Yeah. Coach always said, "Make sure you warm up first." Your coach tell you that, Raylan? Raylan: You're not concerned? Dickie: No. He dropped her off at a gas station about 60 miles from here. Raylan: What? Oh! You know, I was gonna tell you. I was reading somewhere that, uh, a person takes something like 6,000, 7,000 steps a day. You believe that? A day. Raylan: Go back to the part about you reading. Dickie: So funny. But think about that, Raylan. 7,000. Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you. That number -- ooh! 7,000 steps a day -- 7,000 steps a day for, let's say, oh, 20 years or so. Oh! Come on! Come on! 20 years. What's that come out to, Raylan? Huh? Raylan: I don't know. Dickie: You still got yourself a damn big number. And listen to me. That is whats I figure you owe me, Raylan... Raylan: Okay. ...For every step I've had to take on this... ragged-ass knee going back 20 years, Raylan. Come on, Raylan! Speak up. I know you got something smart you want to say about that. I know you do. No? Yeah. I understand, Raylan. It's not quite the same when you don't have a gn to my head, is it? Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter... Raylan: [ Grunts ] Dickie: Oh! [ Laughs ] Oh, no, no! My heavens. Strike two! But you know what? This? This ain't no three-strikes game, Raylan. No. [ Laughs ] No. I get as many swings as it takes. Hey! Batter, batter -- Boyd: Raylan, I don't know whether to sht him now or let him have a couple of more swings, then kll him. Raylan: I vote for the first one. Boyd: Dickie, take both them gn out of your belt and put them on the ground right now. Right now! Raylan: I'd be much obliged if you'd cut me down. Boyd: Cut him down. Now, God damn it. Now, Raylan, you said whatever needed doing with Dickie... You were gonna take care of. Raylan: Yeah. I'm sorry, Boyd. [ Grunts ] Boyd: Your decision has caused me great pain. Raylan: It's complicated. Boyd: No, it ain't. I'm gonna ask you to leave now, Raylan. Dickie: Oh, ho, ho. Ho! Raylan. Hey. You can't just leave me. I know you ain't just gonna leave me here, Raylan. Dickie, I didn't pull the trigger, but I'll sleep like a baby knowing he will. And my gn? Where I'm going, I'm gonna need it. Dickie: Raylan. Raylan, hey. Wait, Raylan. Please. Wait, Raylan! Come on. Listen to me. You ain't getting to Loretta without me, and you know it. Ain't no way you're getting past Doyle and his gn thugs, man! Come on! You need me, Raylan! Raylan: Boyd? Boyd: He sht Ava. Raylan: How bad? Boyd: Raylan, that's not the point. Raylan: I'm gonna need him for a little bit. Boyd: What, are you asking me... Or are you telling me? Raylan: Makes you feel better, you can tell people I asked. Loretta: Hey. Hey yourself. You lost? Loretta: Come to see Mags. You gonna let me by or what? Don't believe I am. How about you turn your narrow ass around, head back down that hill before you get hurt? Doyle: Mama. Cal! Let her through. Mags: Loretta. Loretta: Miss Mags. Mags: Sweet lord. What brought you back here? Loretta: I come to see you. Mags: Well, we better get you inside. Bad things are fixing to happen. Come with me. [ Sighs ] You come at a difficult time, Loretta. I can't paint any different picture of it. But I'm glad you came, nonetheless. You thirsty, darlin'? Loretta: No, ma'am. Didn't come for refreshments. Mags: You came to talk about your daddy? Doyle: Hey. Mags: Some day, when you got tads of your own, you'll understand, Loretta. You do what you must to protect them, even when you know it's wrong. And what Coover did to your daddy -- that was wrong. Oh, honey. What have they been telling you? Raylan: Doyle... I need you and your boys to put your gn down. Doyle: And why would we do that? Raylan: Maybe you don't want to see your brother's brains fly through the air. Is she here? Doyle: Who? Raylan: Loretta. Doyle: Maybe she is. Maybe she ain't. Maybe you can kiss my ass. Raylan: Doyle, the girl's got a gn. Doyle: Yeah. Who doesn't? Mags: Sugar... you think this is the first time I had a pstol pointed at me? And by some steadier hands than yours, I reckon. Might have held one or two myself. So I know how it feels. So heavy in your hands, they start to shaking. Then you realize... You're not gonna pull the trigger. And when you do, it's like a relief. [ gn ] Ohh! Dickie: Don't sh*t! Doyle: Oh! Guys! Cease fre! Knuckleheads. You all right? Dickie: You sht at me! [ gn cocks ] Doyle: This bllet's been on its way for 20 years. [ gn ] Dickie: No! Art: [ Over bullhorn ] Drop your wapon and get on the ground! [ Sirens wailing ] Drop your wapon, or you will be sht. Assume the position! Now! Hands up! Hands up! Art: Do you dumb-ass peckerwoods understand English? On the ground, hillbillies, now! Raylan, you okay? Raylan: I've been better. It's good to see you, Art. I got at least two inside, one being Loretta McCready. Art: Tim, Rachel, go with him. Secure the house. Raylan: Loretta? Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Loretta: Sit down. Raylan: How about I just lean against this doorjamb for a little bit? Loretta: You okay? Raylan: Yeah, just took a bllet in the -- in the exchange outside. How about you tell me what's going on in here? Loretta: I'm tired of people telling me as much truth as they see fit. I want to know who really klled my daddy. Mags: It breaks my heart seeing you hold that gn. I wanted to keep you away from this life. I wanted to let you be a child a little longer. Wasn't Coover who did it. It was me. Loretta: [ Voice breaking ] Because he called the police about the pervert? Mags: That's right. But I tried to make it up to you by giving you a better life here. Loretta: I had a life! Me and my daddy were just fine! Mags: No, you weren't. Loretta: Shut up! Raylan: Okay, Loretta. You got the answer you were looking for. Now put down the gn down. Loretta: I got to do this. Raylan: No. You don't. Mags: You know, the marshal and me, we -- we made our choices. Now we're paying for them, but you still got a chance. Loretta: What wouldn't you say right now to keep me from shting you? Raylan: She's right. Loretta, look here, huh? She's right. You pull that trigger, your life is gonna change. And not for the better. Now, I want you to ask yourself what your daddy would want you to do. Loretta: I want him here to tell me. Raylan: klling Mags ain't gonna bring him back. Come on, now. Rachel? Mags: [ Sighs ] Raylan: Tim, give me a minute. Mags: You got something to say? Raylan: Doyle's d*ad. Mags: Doyle? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Mags: What about Dickie? Raylan: He's in custody. Thought you'd like to know. Mags: I appreciate it. You like a drink? Raylan: Apple pie? Mags: [ Sighs ] Ease the pain. Raylan: Yeah. Mags: [ Grunts ] Raylan: [ Grunts ] Mags: [ Grunts ] Raylan: It's good as I remembered. Mags: Figure we should end this feud now the way it should have ended a long time ago. Raylan: I guess. Mags? What did you do? Mags: Same thing I did to Loretta's daddy. It's too late. It was already in the glass, not in the jar. [ Groans ] This is the hard part. [ Breathing heavily ] Put an end to my troubles. Get to see my boys again. Get to know the mystery.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "02x13 - Bloody Harlan"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Boyd: The only thing that's gonna save you right now is the truth. The truth about your mama's money. Dickie: Have you heard of Ellstin Limehouse? I'm the only one he will give it to. That money dies right here with me. Ava: Boyd instructed that you burn the weed. Devil: We ain't burning it. Ava: Those were Boyd's orders. Raylan: Wade Messer. Keep your hands where I can see them. So, how you been keeping yourself? Raylan: Oh, pretty good. Joined the marshals service. Marshals service, huh? Boy, I'd have never guessed that. Raylan: Huh. [ Grunts ] Dickie: Whoo! Right there. Nobody gonna tell me that wasn't no base ht. Wynn: To what do I owe the pleasure? Raylan: Deputy Gutterson has some questions for you. Wynn: As I recall, last time we met, you told me next conversation we had wasn't gonna be a conversation. Raylan: This is a different conversation. You had a good thing going here, Emmitt. But you let go of the rope. You know me now? Wynn: Yeah. Sometime it come out better than others, but when it do, boy, it is a sweet, spicy, smoky, juicy, tender piece of heaven, I do say so myself. And despite all that, I know it ain't good enough for you to come all the way out here alone this time of night to have some. Ava: I'm afraid you figured me out. I ain't here for the barbecue. Yeah, well, whatever reason, it's, uh, it's nice to see you, Ava. Ava: And you, Mr. Limehouse. Mm-hmm. Well, you looking well. Ava: Better than the last time we saw each other, anyway. Ava: You're not. But it ain't because of anything Bowman did if that's what you're thinking. Oh, no. No. I heard what happened to your husband. Yeah, the paper said you done it at the dinner table. Ava: Hmm. Shame of it was wasting all that ham. I was thinking the shame of it was I wouldn't be seeing you around here anymore. Ava: Well, that's sweet. That, young lady, here, is the truth. So, you got yourself a new boyfriend yet? Ava: Funny. That's, uh, actually why I'm here. I think you should meet. Devil: That black bastard even twitches, we gonna mow them all down. Ava: Ellstin Limehouse. Boyd Crowder. You boys play nice. You know, uh, my father and then, you know, like his father before him and so on, they, uh -- they always kept armed guard on this bridge at all times. Back then, it was a necessary precaution. I mean, not so much anymore. Though, there are still those who wish my people harm and those who advocate for the restoration of white supremacy in the land. You believe that? Boyd: I-I didn't come all the way out here to discuss ideology. Huh. I think maybe you best tell me what you did come here to discuss. Boyd: Well, it has come to my attention that you are in possession of something that belonged to Mags Bennett. Now, if that were true, what you know of me, you think I'd be telling you other people's business? Boyd: Oh. Not the living. No. But poor Mags is now on the other side. Yeah, well, some agreements transcend the grave, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: Well, that's an agreement that you made with Mags, but you continue to honor it because of her son, Dickie. Now, it seems to me that if Dickie were to join Mags in the afterlife, that there would be no person for that money to go to -- except maybe you and me. [ Breathes deeply ] I'm disappointed to hear you say that, Mr. Crowder. I was hoping that maybe you'd come here to discuss other business. Could you give my regards to Arlo Givens? I believe last time I saw him was on this very bridge. Night. Boyd: Uh, to satiate my curiosity, would you mind telling me what other business you think we might have to discuss? [ Laughs ] You know, I was figuring maybe you need a little help with your, uh, weed problem. Boyd: Arlo, just 'cause you're an old man, the only reason you're not getting one of these. Next time Ava gives you an order, like "Burn the weed," you follow it. Let's go. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: It's got two sinks. Winona: I-I heard about that. Raylan: Double-bowl vanity. That's what they called it. Winona: That's fancy. Raylan: Figure that, separate commode area... could add three, four years onto our relationship. Givens. Tom: Hey, Raylan. It's Tom Bergen. Winona: You just said "commode," didn't you? Raylan: I thought it sounded better than "crapper." Tom: You doing anything right now? Raylan: No. Nothing. Tom: Wayne Messer's been spotted. We're setting up a road block. I can give you the location. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Yeah. Just text it to me. Um, I can be there in an hour. Winona: You're not gonna see the house, are you? Raylan: Not immediately. Winona: [ Sighing ] Okay. Raylan: I'm sorry. Winona: You don't have to apologize. It's your job. Go do your job. Raylan: You like these guys for how many armed robberies? We're looking after, like, 12. Raylan: Doesn't sound like Wade Messer. Guy that strung you up in a tree and tried to ht you with a bat? Raylan: He strung me up in a tree. He didn't ht me with the bat. You heard about that football player klled all them dogs? Got a few years in the pen for it. I heard about it a little, I guess. See, to me, that ain't right. I mean, they just dogs. I know dudes klled people, got less than two years for it. Who? What? Who do you know that klled people, got less than two years for it? That don't look like no accident. Hey, Raylan! Say what? That guy down there with the hat, his name's Raylan Givens. He's a marshal. J.T., might be a good time to get out of here. Jesus! God damn it! [ Tires squeal ] Raylan: Come on. [ Panting ] Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Where's Messer? Dewey: Huh! I don't punch like a girl. You punch like a girl. Dickie: I punch like a...a. That's because you can't handle being punched like a man. Dewey: Oh! Dickie! You caught me in the nose! Dickie: [ Laughing ] I'm so sorry. I think it hurt -- Look, you caught me. Ho! Whoa, whoa! You two are an awfully cute couple. Dewey: Aw, shit, man. It ain't like that. Why don't you get some exercise, Crowe? Dewey: I'm good. Did it look like I was asking, numbnuts? Dickie: No. He's good. Thank you. You know, uh, incidents like the one with Crowder -- phew -- they happen in this place all the time. If it wasn't for us kindhearted guards looking out for you, life in this facility would be more miserable and violent than it already is. Dickie: Ooh. Officer. I...believe you're trying to scare me. Hmm. Dickie: I mean, you're doing your best. You're doing your best, but what-- what I don't understand is, why would that be? Ha ha. Overheard every word of that conversation between you and Crowder, and I want that money. Dickie: Okay. [ Sobbing ] [ Laughing ] [ Laughing ] I ain't go no money, bro! You think -- you think I got money? Let me tell you something. What you were listening to in there, okay, that is what you call a ruse. I was doing whatever I needed to do to keep that psychopath from cutting me open, man. I -- I ain't got no money, man. [ Laughs ] That's actually kind of funny. 'Cause at first, I thought the same thing. I thought, "Oh, this is a..." A "ruse"? Dickie: Ruse. That's right. Yeah. Dickie: Yeah. So, I made a phone call, and I called a buddy of mine who is in the local down in your neck of the woods. He told me that your dad mama was one big sht-caller. So... so, you get me that money, or life in here will take a turn for the disastrous. Dickie: Let me tell you something. If you truly had been paying attention to my encounter with Boyd Crowder, then you would know that even if there were money -- which...there ain't -- how am I gonna get my hands on that money, you think, while I am inside here? You follow me? Mm-hmm. Dickie: So -- so, you and Boyd and everybody else who wants a piece of me, you're just gonna have to h-h-hold your horses -- that's right -- until I am home, sweet out of here. Is that all? This here's a 24-piece combination set -- hardly ever been used! I'm aware of that. My offer is still $3. 3 bucks?! Come on, man! I ain't giving this shit away! I'm sorry. Did I come into your place of business and ask you to take a crappy wrench set off my hands? [ Sighs ] Okay. We're done. Huh? I don't want your wrench set. Get out. asshle. Yeah. Kiss your mama with that mouth? I sure do...if she were still alive. [ Lock turns ] What happened? They had a roadblock there. It was waiting for us. Jesus Christ! [ Laughing ] You idiot. [ Laughing ] Beckett, shut up. Where's J.T.? Tom: So, you come all the way out here to let Messer get away? Raylan: One of your boys let him get away. I got the driver. Besides, these boots aren't made for running. Tom: And yet, chasing fugitives is a marshal's primary function. [ Children fussing ] Raylan: It's ironic, isn't it? Tom: Hey! Dull roar. Raylan: "Bring your kids to work" day? Tom: "Wife's sicker than shit" day. Raylan: That explains the fried chicken for breakfast. Tom: All this crap's stolen. Truck itself's a dad end, but those plates turn up on toll-booth cameras every few weeks between here and Ankfort. Raylan: Dixie mafia. Tom: On the receiving end, probably. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Tom: Word is somebody's giving addicts laundry lists of swag to steal. Pays them in oxy. Raylan: Huh. Tom: What are you thinking? Raylan: Well, I always knew Messer was a bit of a drunk. Tom: Now he's looking like an addict to me. Raylan: You know what they say the difference is? Tom: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: A drunk will steal your wallet and feel like shit about it. Tom: Addict will steal your wallet and help you look for it. Raylan: Help you look for it. Tom: [ Chuckles ] These days in this county, a lot of folks will help you look for your wallet. Raylan: I guess Messer's one of them. Tom: Yeah. Hey, you want us to hold on to that J.T. fella -- you know, the one you did manage to get-- so you can question him. Raylan: Why's that? Tom: Just posted bail about five minutes ago. Raylan: I'd like to know who posted his bail. Tom: All right. You sorry sack of monkey shit. Least he was able to get away. It was his fault I got caught. I don't want to hear it. You say anything to the cops? Anything at all? No. I didn't see him say nothing. I ask you? Well? Not a word. Here. You aren't wearing a wire or anything, are you? No. He's not wearing a wire, boss. I already checked him. Well, that's why I'm checking again -- 'cause you did it. [ Laughs ] That's a good one, boss. [ Sighs ] I'm truly sorry, Mr. Fogle. Oh. You know what? Don't be. I mean, it's my fault, really. Work with addicts, shit is bound to fall on your head. I'm -- I'm hurting awful bad. [ Laughs ] He gets arrested, my truck gets confiscated, and he still wants his little pill. I'll go get you something real nice right now if you want. I heard Ruth crane just got herself a flat-screen. You win, you get a pill. You lose... well, I'll put a pill on your casket for you. [ Laughing ] Yeah. Make them sing for their supper. Shut up, Wally. Ain't there something else? Come on. One pull. [ Sniffs ] [ gn cocks ] [ Breathing deeply ] [ Exhales sharply ] [ Breathing heavily ] One more. Huh? You heard me. Pull it again. That ain't how Russian roulette works. You're not playing Russian roulette, dumb shit. You're playing Harlan roulette. [ Laughs ] Come on, Mr. Fogle. What? You want to play? Huh? I'm sorry. I heard you say, "Oh, come on, Mr. Fogle!" It sounded like what you wanted is you wanted to have the gn 'cause you can if you want. No. No, sir. J.T., give it. No, second thought, you keep it, J.T. You're the one that got arrested. I already went once. I go again, odds ain't good. Come on, now. They're not that bad. 1 in 5. I mean, in your condition with all the oxy you do, you wouldn't live a few more years anyway. [ Laughs ] Hey! Tell you what I'll do. You pull that trigger again, I'll give you this whole bottle. You two can share it. [ Pills rattle ] Huh? Mm. Go. [ gn cocks ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Grunts ] [ Both laughing ] I'm sorry. [ Laughter ] He wet himself! [ Screams ] [ gn clicking ] [ Laughs ] Oh! Boom! That's right, boy! You actually thought I was gonna let you kll yourself in my office? [ Breathing sharply ] Please, Mr. Fogle. Please, Mr. Fogle. [ gn clicks ] Maybe it's just your lucky day, son. [ gn clicking ] Or maybe not. You two dump the body [Sighs] And clean up this mess. Well, I never seen a man sht like that before. I heard about it plenty. Never seen it. You know, he bled a whole lot more than I thought he would. How many people you seen Fogle kll? Just dig the whole, Messer. Mr. Limehouse asked we give this to you. Boyd: Oh, now, the way I see it, you boys are doing me a favor by taking all this off my hands. Mr. Limehouse doesn't like to be in anyone's debt. Boyd: You give him my regards. Devil: You was gonna turn down that con's money? Boyd: There can't be more than $5,000 in here. Split four ways, you think you can retire on that? Devil: That's more than what we would have had if we'd have brned the pot like you wanted. Boyd: Why do you think I wanted it, Devil? Limehouse knew we had that pot. And if he did, you can bet plenty of other people did, too. Now, what if a cop came by you want we should all go to jail so that you can make $1,000. You think that sounds like smart business? This is your score. You help them load that weed. Right now. Now. Arlo: You better go, boy. Boyd: Go on. Devil: [ Mutters ] Arlo: Just here to make money-- same as the rest of us. Boyd: Oh, you think I don't have plans to get this crew paid, Arlo? Arlo: If you do, I sure as hell haven't heard them. You haven't even told us where the hell Johnny is. Unless I missed something. [ Breathes deeply ] Boyd: You know, my father, he considered himself a Harlan criminal...But, in fact, he became nothing more than a middleman lining the coffers of the folks in Frankfort and Miami. Ava, could you come in here for a minute, please, darling? And, in the end, this association cost him his life, but we will not make that mistake. We will not work with outsiders. We will protect Harlan. We will control every aspect of crime within its boundaries -- protection, pills, robbing and gambling. We will be meticulous, and we will be clean. No more smash-and-grabs and no more bad decisions. Now, as to the whores, well, my father ran them, and he ran them well. We will not -- not just because of Ava's objections, but because these are rock-hard times for the working man, and he's just trying to stay level to get his pills. Now, make no mistake about it. Everybody sitting at this table, we are all in it together in the service of the almighty dollar. Arlo: That's a fine speech, but we're gonna need more than just us. Boyd: Oh, that we will, and I've already taken steps in that direction. Now, I'd like to discuss today's business. We're going to reclaim something that rightfully belongs to the Crowder family. You see, for years, the focus of the oxy business has been the Florida pill mills. That pipeline is drying up, and we are gonna fill that void. Wynn: They weren't tracking users in Florida. That's what made it so easy to get pills. Kentucky, they do. That's why I came down here, Wynn. I pitched an idea to the Detroit colleagues, and they are backing me. You see, we're gonna take all this furniture and move it out. We're gonna load it up with computers and printers, make I.D.'s, MRIs, x-rays, medical records, and then we are going to Harlan. We'll set up mobile trailers, rotate doctors in and out. If it gets hot, we move. The deal we make with the addicts is simple. We fill their prescriptions at the regular price. They get half the pills. We ship the other half to Detroit where we charge 10 times the price. You see, Wynn? That is why it's called "organized crime." [ Cellphone rings ] Wynn: How soon can we get setup? Hey, buddy. What's going on? At the office. No -- just the usual, boring stuff. Wynn: Bathroom? Uh, down the hall to the right. How's hockey? That's my boy. You crushing them? [ Man whimpering ] Wynn. Other door, pal. Yeah. No, I think you're gonna love it down here. The schools are great. I know you don't like school too much, but trust me on this. [ Whimpering continues ] ♪ ♪ Raylan: Ah. Just starting to wonder if anyone worked here. Just me. Raylan: Hey, uh, who drives that Vette? Oh, that's mine. Raylan: And you work here? I'm the owner. Glen Fogle. Raylan: That explains it. Nice car. [ Chuckles ] Yeah, I used to own one of them European sports cars. On a weekly basis, somebody would be calling me a douche bag or fg or some derogatory shit, but now people, they just see it, and they say, "Nice car." Raylan: Is Wally working today? No. Like I said, just me. Raylan: How much you pay him? [ Laughs ] Why? You looking for work? Raylan: Well, I'm looking for someone. Fella named Wade Messer. Never heard of him. Raylan: Well, he and this other dude, J.T., wanted on suspicion of armed robberies. J.T. got himself arrested this morning. Your employee Wally posted his bail. $10,000. [ Chuckles ] If that's true, I am most certainly paying my employees too much. Raylan: What you got in the back, there? Oh, the...Back room, uh, that's not for customers. Raylan: Customer deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. So, this Wade... Raylan: Wade Messer. ...Messer. He's a fugitive? Raylan: He is. Yeah, well, you got a warrant, there, marshal? Raylan: It's just a nice, friendly visit. Afraid without a warrant, this is friendly as I get. Raylan: [ Laughs ] Funny, 'cause I came here 'cause I'm looking for my buddy Wade, but the way you're acting... Makes me think maybe the person I'm actually looking for is you. Hmm. Raylan: [ Snaps fingers ] In fact, it just occurs to me if I was running a scam, shipping stolen goods out of town, a pawn shop would be the perfect place to hide the swag in plain sight. I'll tell you, if I ever break bad, I will keep that in mind. Raylan: See you around, Glen Fogle. [ Door opens, closes ] Wynn: Sounds like things have gotten pretty exciting down there, Glen. I don't have any hot merchandise here. J.T. is out of the picture. I got the other one under control, but this marshal seems like he's just gonna keep coming at me. Says he's gonna get a warrant. Who's that? Wynn: It's the pawn-shop owner down in Harlan. Raylan Givens has been sniffing around. Cowboy marshal. The one with that -- Oh, with the hat. Hey, you there? Wynn: Yes. Mr. Fogle, I am indeed here, and when I want to talk to you, you will hear my voice. Okay. I just didn't -- [ Cellphone beeps ] Wynn: He had a hat. Have the pawn-shop guy kll him. Wynn: [ Sighs ] He's a U.S. marshal. Yeah, you tried, and you failed. Wynn: There were extenuating circumstances. Not a criticism. Just an observation. Obviously, Givens is a hard guy to kll. Do you think Mr.Pawn-Shop Guy is up to the task? Wynn: No. Exactly! What I have planned for Harlan, Mr. Pawn-Shop Guy is more trouble than he's worth. Let Givens take care of him for us. Wynn: What if he gets lucky and pops the marshal before the marshal pops him? Then we get lucky. [ Cellphone beeps ] Wynn: I'm sorry, Glen. Are you still there? Where else would I be? Cornholing a pig? Wynn: Listen, I need you to do something for me. You sure? 'Cause you cannot un-ring that bell. Okay. I'll take care of it. Had a visitor while you were gone. Marshal named Givens. Says you are a federal fugitive. I was gonna tell you about that. Oh, I know. But you didn't 'cause, well, I would have cut you off, and then you wouldn't have had any more oxy. That right? That's just selfish is what that is, Wade. It's just selfish. You are a stupid, selfish, oxy-smoking gutter turd. I can make that up to you. Oh, yeah, you will. I even know how. This federal that's after you -- you know him? Raylan. Yeah. Yeah? Yeah, you old friends or something? Well, I -- I set him up for Dickie Bennett and strung him up in a tree. I don't know. Is that a friend? Okay. Good. Now, you got a gn at your house, or did you already sell them all to finance your habit? No, I keep one in my bureau. Okay. You're gonna call this cowboy, and you're gonna say you're tired of running. That's no kind of life. And you want to meet him at your house in an hour. Now, you go there now, and when he comes up to the door, you say, "Hi," and you sht him through the screen. Now, you think you can handle that? I mean, do I have to do that? Standing here with me after what you seen me do, you honestly have to ask me that question? No, sir. I'm sorry. Boyd: Y'all see what I mean? Devil: Yep. It is definitely worse. Can I help you boys? Boyd: Yeah, we gonna have to dig in deep, get this place looking respectable again. Hey. Hey! What the hell you think you're doing? Devil: Oh, look at this asshle, bringing a baseball bat to a gn. Boyd: I-I'm sorry. Do you know who I am? I do not. Boyd: Well, I'm -- I'm Boyd Crowder. Now, you're probably wondering why your day is taking this turn, and why wouldn't you? But don't worry about it. I'm gonna tell you. See, not so long ago, this... bar belonged to my cousin Johnny. Do you remember him? I bought this place fair and square! Buck, have you ever been sht? Devil: [ Laughs ] Boyd: I have. Right here in my chest. It hurt like hell. It almost cost me my life, but my cousin Johnny -- he took it a lot worse than I did. A gn at close range. He spent months laid up in a hospital room, contemplating the difficult nature of his new existence. And while he was... infirmed, you swooped in, and you took advantage. I didn't take ad-- Boyd: Well, hey, now. I can't blame you for plucking that low-hanging fruit, but the time has come for you to right that wrong. Now, we can take this bar back in a civilized manner, or Devil here can send you to the hospital for months, and we can take it the same way you did. The option is yours. So, what's it gonna be -- "A" or "B"? Think I'll take option "C." Now you take that gn off of him. You met my friends? Boyd: No. You met mine? Jimmy: Whoo, daddy. Good times in here today. Drop them gn right now. Boyd: Well, Johnny, I believe you got us a couple of keepers. Johnny: [ Clears throat ] Now, Jimmy, here, we never know what he's gonna do, so that's a problem. What's worse is rip, here -- if you boys don't get your asses out of here right now, well, we all know what rip's gonna do, don't we? Boyd: Oh, you can take what's left in that cash register. That's your severance pay. On the double. And we will need a deed. I want you to make it out to b-o-y-d c-r-o-w-d... [ Vehicle approaches ] [ Engine shuts off ] Raylan. Well, you got here quick. Raylan: Seemed like you were in a real hurry to turn yourself in. Well, I guess you was pretty surprised to hear from me. Raylan: Little bit. Well, you know, after we crashed that truck, running through the woods, and I asked myself-- Raylan: Wade, no need to explain. Why's that? Raylan: On account that you just did not 30 minutes ago when you called. Oh. Sure. Okay. You know, you could have gone on ahead and let yourself in. Raylan: We, you remember way back when the miners struck Tremmins power? Yes, sir. Raylan: Well, one day, some company gn thugs came to our house, looking for my uncle, my mother's younger brother, living with us at the time. They came across the street-- five of them -- a couple carrying pick handles, and they walk up on the porch, where my mother stood. They said they wanted to see her brother, the agitator. They said they wanted to set his thinking cap on straight for him. She said he wasn't here. They said they intended on looking inside anyway. Well, I come out the screen door to stand with my mother. And she looks at me... Like she'd given up all hope. But none of that was in her voice when she told them, "You don't walk in a person's home 'less you're invited." Would it be all right with you if I went went in just to change my shirt? Raylan: You don't want to know what happened next? Well, of course. Yeah. Raylan: They knocked my mother aside, used the pick handles to put me down, went in and out the back empty-handed. I guess my point is that there's been plenty of rules I've forgotten or discarded over the years, but that one's always stuck. I -- I appreciate you coming out here to get me. [ Clattering ] Especially after all that went on with Dickie. I'm awful sorry about all that. I mean, he just showed up. I -- I didn't know what else to do. Raylan: Just consider it water under the bridge, Wade. Well, yeah, yeah. And then I heard that you got to little Loretta just in time that same day, and I just want you to realize that when I decided I was gonna help her, I had no idea what she had intended to do. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Yep. I suspect it'd be difficult to tell without the proper context. Ah! Damn it! [ Drawer slams ] Raylan: You didn't change your shirt. No. Raylan: Was it 'cause you went in the house looking for this? I thought you wasn't gonna go inside! Raylan: We all got lines we got to cross, Wade. Well, what about that part -- Raylan: What the hell happened to you, Wade? Shit. Raylan, I don't know. These pills...I'm not myself. Raylan: Well, tell that to the judge and the jury. Well, it don't have to go to that, does it? I mean, we're old friends, aren't we? Raylan: Friends? You strung me up and left me for dad. I thought that was water under the bridge. Raylan: Now you come here looking to put a bllet in me. Honestly, I think I was just gonna put a bllet in me. Raylan: I'll tell you what I want to know, Wade. After you sht me, what was you supposed to do next? [ Cellphone rings ] Is he dad? He is. But I took a bllet. What? Yeah, I been sht. Mr. Fogle, I need help. [ Exhales sharply ] Okay. Be there shortly. [ Cellphone beeps ] Yeah, if -- he hung up. What happened? He get him? Grab some gn and amo from out front. Messer? Wade? Where you at? Raylan: Fogle. Marshal. You're looking well. Raylan: Well, thanks. Feel pretty good. I bet you're looking for Wade Messer. You, uh, haven't seen him, have you? Raylan: Oh, yeah. He's right there, handcuffed in the backseat of my car. Not true. Whatever he's been telling you. Raylan: Well, he sounded pretty convincing. Oh, come on. You're not gonna take an addict's word for it. [ Chuckles ] Raylan: I think the question you should ask is whether I care if you ride out of here cuffed in the back of my car or get carried out of here in a coroner's bag. The answer is me and dad owls don't give a hoot. You gonna sh*t me? Raylan: Look. I'll take out my gn and put a bllet through your heart before you raise your wapon. Then I guess I got to wait for your partner to finish sneaking around back. You tell him to step on every twig and branch he passed? All right. You know he's there. It's still two of us and one of you. Raylan: More like 1 1/2. Look at him. He's stoned. What did you even bring him for? Hey, marshal. Now, listen. Let's, uh, take it easy. All right, maybe there's another solution to all this. Raylan: Yeah? Put that down. Let's hear it. I got somewhere else I want to be. Somewhere more important than here with me? Raylan: Thinking of buying a house. Really? What neighborhood? Raylan: In the greater Lexington area of kiss my ass. What if I gave up some friends up in Frankfort? Raylan: Your friends got names? How about Wynn Duffy? Raylan: I'd say we're getting somewhere. [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Now I just need you to put down your gn. You heard the man, there, Wally. Put your gn down. You saying he can just make a deal and skate, just after all the shit he's done? Raylan: Put the gn down. Well, it's too bad you don't know what's going on up in Frankfort, or you could make your own deal. I might -- I might not know about what's going on up there, but I -- but I do know what he's doing down here, like how he klled J.T. just for sport of it. Wally, you keep your mouth shut. Well, you know, Wade and I saw him do it. We buried him ourselves. Raylan: All right. Put the gn down. Marshal, listen. Raylan: Settle down. I am officially turning myself in, and I can guarantee you whatever these two addicts are accusing me of, they are in fact responsible for it themselves. Raylan: Beckett, put that gn down. I'll turn myself in, marshal, long as you kll Fogle. Raylan: All right, now, that's enough, both of you. Marshal ain't gonna sht me, you dumb shit -- he needs me. Yeah? Well, he might not, but I will. Raylan: Put the gn down, both of you. [ Grunts ] Raylan: Messer! You got that phone on you? Yeah. Raylan: Dial 911. 9...1...1. [ Strained ] You let him sh*t me. I can't die here. Raylan: Shit! Boyd: My cousin Johnny's securing us the services of Jimmy and rip. Devil: Well, it does seem those boys are gonna be right at home. Boyd: Mm. Devil: Did you ever approach Johnny about taking part in the commandos? Boyd: Mm. Well, as much as cousin Johnny likes gn and money, I don't think he ever would have bought into the "why." Devil: Hmm. I remember when you recruited me. Took me to that church, showed me your ink. I thought to myself, "This here son of a bitch is crazy," preaching race wr in a gddmn church." [ Laughs ] [ Sighs ] But, boy...I never believed in anything the way I did those commandos. Yes, sir. You know, and then your marshal friend sht you. It all turned. Some said you'd gotten religion. Others said you'd gone crazy, betrayed your father, all them people hanging out in the woods. Boyd: Devil, what are you looking for here? Devil: I just want to know... Which Boyd Crowder I'm being asked to follow. Boyd: Hmm. Well...What if I told you I was a man that recruited you in that church? But then I also told you I was a man who got sht? Who found God? Who betrayed his father? And I was a man who klled men and gotten a whole bunch of men klled? See, Devil, I can't discard my past any more than I can these tattoos. Now, I told you what I'm offering. There ain't nothing more. Devil: Boyd... I'm in. When I was kid, my old man wouldn't let us watch "Mr. Rogers" or "Sesame Street." He made us watch "Taxi Driver." Wynn: [ Chuckles ] Now, you might think that this thing is great, but it has to be perfect every time. If it jams, I am screwed. This is version 3.0. Wynn: Where'd you get the track? It's funny you should ask that. Actually, I was Christmas-tree shopping with -- Wynn: Go check it out. [ Sniffs ] Raylan: Tell him we're fine. Tell him we're fine, asshle. Wynn: We're fine, Mike! Howdy. That's a big gn. Oh. I'm unarmed. Raylan: Stand up, turn around, and put your hands in the air. You move, I'll sht you in the back. Wynn: [ Exhales sharply ] How may we help you, marshal? [ Screams ] Raylan: Remember that conversation we weren't gonna have? Wynn: [ Screams ] [ Breathing rapidly ] Raylan: This is it. Wynn: [ Groans ] Raylan: The pawn shop owner's dad, along with his flunky. I found another one in a shallow resting spot. I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit 'cause I know it was you that called the sht on me, Duffy. I know. I know, just like I know it's no accident that Emmitt Arnett and his assistant are missing. Look here. Wynn: [ Panting ] Raylan: Next one's coming faster. How fast do you think those bll*ts will be when they're heading back at you? [ Camera shutter clicks ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "03x03 - Harlan Roulette"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Dickie: Have you heard of Ellstin Limehouse? Boyd: Yeah, I heard of him. Dickie: Nobles Hollow. Okay. He owed mama some kind of debt, okay? And that's why she... she knew that he was gonna keep her money safe. Boyd: It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something that belonged to Mags Bennett. Yeah, well, some agreements transcend the grave, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: If Dickie were to join Mags in the afterlife, there would be no person for that money to go to...Except maybe you and me. So, you get me that money, or life in here will take a turn for the disastrous. Dickie: How am I gonna get my hands on that money, you think, while I am inside here? 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. You had a good thing going here, Emmitt. But you let go of the rope. Boyd: Now, I told you what I'm offering. There ain't nothing more. Devil: Boyd. I'm in. Hey, eye of the tiger. How about you settle down a little? Could be a while yet. Devil: Yeah, well, suppose I they do things up in shitkick hollow. Down here in white civilization, boss calls you to his home, you sit and wait till he's gddmn good and ready to see you. Devil: What's he even want with me, anyway? Devil, I'm taking you to see the wizard, brother. Oughta be grateful. Where is he? Where is he? [ Laughs ] You must be the one they call "devil." So, uh, devil, can I get you a coffee or a bourbon or anything? I am particular with the bourbon. I love that shit. We don't get it in Detroit. Devil: No, I don't want anything. Nothing? I'm gonna help myself. Devil? Devil? Dev... Whoop. Whoa. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it. Why don't you just calm down and have yourself a seat? So, Tanner here tells me that you are a man who gets things done. Is he right? Well, I don't do muscle work anymore if that's what you're after. Devil: Got my own thing going now. Not exactly the way that I've heard it described. Devil: Oh, you been talking out of school about me, Tanner? Just looking out is all. See, Tanner's kind of like my talent scout for my organization. He finds people who are under-utilized in their current situation and reports it back to me. And from what I've heard, you have been pushed to a second-tier position at an enterprise that's going nowhere fast. Am I right? Devil: Yeah, I don't know about that. I only know what I've been told. You and Tanner go back. You two got to talking. Devil: [ Scoffs ] Quart of shine in my belly, I say a lot of things. Here's what I think. The potential, down in Harlan county to make money, you've only just gn to imagine, and there's only one thing standing in the way of making that happening. Devil: Well, we got a few things lined up. Tell me you're sh1tting me. Chasing money up a black holler? Cozying up with people you'd just as soon see swinging? Taking orders from a woman who has raised her hand to you and is protected by a man who is not against taking a poke at you himself! Give me an "amen!" Give me an "amen!" Give me a gddmn "amen!" Amen. Devil: What, you saying you got something better? I guaran-damn-tee it. Devil: Guarantee's a big word. You ain't the first to come along, making promises. Yes, but I am the first who can actually deliver. You see, I have the resources and the infrastructure to turn your shitty little project, or whatever the hell you call it, into a money-making machine. I just need the right people to run it. Devil: Mm. Right people. You're saying that's me? You wouldn't be here otherwise. Devil: [ Chuckles ] Well, I don't know. You don't know. [ Stammering ] Hey, you don't know. 'Cause, you know, I'm not gonna bullshit you. It would take you getting your hands dirty, but from what I understand, you're not against getting your hands dirty if it's a means to an end that makes sense. But let me just tell you this, devil. This is an opportunity that only happens once. Do you understand? Devil: Well, for the sake of argument... What you got in mind? [ Indistinct shouting ] [ gn cocks ] [ Alarm buzzing ] Dewey: Ahhh! [ Shouting continues ] Dewey: You get off me! You big lug! Help! Dewey! Dewey: [ Groans ] Dickie: Don't let 'em think they got you hurt, Dewey! Dewey: Dickie! Help me! Dickie: Damn! E... would you... j-j... take it. Would you just hold still? Dickie: I-I... damn. What the hell are we supposed to do now? Dickie: [ Grunts ] What do you mean, what are we supposed to do now? The plan never accounted for this dipshit to be in the mix. Dewey: What? Dickie, you there? Dickie: Hey, hey! Brother Dewey! Yeah, man. Hey, have no fear. I'm right here. Dewey: I think I'm in shock. I feel cold. Dickie: Well, you never should've jumped in on the fight, man. Had 'em right where I wanted 'em. Dewey: What kind of man am I if I don't stand by my friends? The fight was supposed to put him in here, not you. You are now a liability. Dewey: Damn, man. Can I at least get like a Tylenol or something? Dickie: Yeah, can you get him... I say we throw him back to gen pop. I say he's hurt too much for that to be a viable option. You really think this one's gonna put 2 and 2 together? Hey, moron. How much have you heard? Dewey: About y'all breaking out? Nothing. D-d-d-d-do you hear this? Nice. Nice. Dickie: He ain't nothing to worry about. Come on. I mean, take a look at him. Nah, he can't go back in. Not now. [ Sighs ] Wait a sec. I got an idea. Ash, would you start loading us up? I'm gonna handle this one. Dewey: Hey, hey, ain't no reason to handle me. I don't know anything. If you want, I could work up like a cover story and... and you all can... can play along. And... what you think? Uh-huh, yeah. What's that right there? Dewey: Hey! What the hell did you just do, man?! Dickie, help! Dickie: What did you do? Dewey! Hey, what did you do to him?! Whoa, ho, ho! Ho, ho! Just another minute. There we go. Time to go to sleep. Come on. Come on. Dickie: Why the hell did you go and do that? He said he didn't know nothing. So, you ready to do things my way, or would you like option "b"? ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: Let's see if I got this right. You managed to get bushwacked by an imbecile and an undernourished half-cripple. I turned my back for one second. Next thing I know, I wake up, I'm in the refrigerator. Gonna take all week to get my core temp back up. Rachel: [ Clears throat ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Pen clicks ] Rachel: Prison old-timer died in his sleep last night and was awaiting transfer to the morgue. Raylan: So they slipped out in a coroner's van? Rachel: Well, Tramble's got its own private hearse transfer. Subcontracted out. Raylan: We got a line on the driver? Rachel: [ Sighs ] Edward Fowler. Worked for Tramble six months. Bolo's already out on the hearse, and the marshals task force will follow up on the other leads. [ Taps glass ] Hey. I... my shift's been up for three hours, and I-I'm gonna need stitches, and I can't really stitch up myself. Is there any chance I could cut loose and head to urgent care soon? Raylan: Sit tight. Hey. All right. [ Rustling ] Any trouble? Not a peep. Good job. Sure. Hey, you think I can get a little taste... [ gn ] [ Muffled grunting ] Nap time's over, gimpy. Come on. Dickie: Aah! Time for business. Dickie: [ Coughing ] [ Sighs ] [ Engine shuts off ] [ Moaning continues ] Dickie: You just gonna let him freak out inside that thing all day or what? Your boyfriend. You fix it. Dickie: Dew-dew-Dewey, hey, hey. There... there you go. Dewey: What the hell, man?! Dickie: There you go. Whoa! Oh! Hey! Easy, easy, easy. Hey... hey, look at me. Hey. Take a look around. Take a look around. Come on. See what we got here? You're free, brother. Dewey: Free where? Where the hell am I? Dickie: You're out of Tramble now. Dewey: Why am I out of Tramble? And which one of y'all stuck me in the neck? Your lucky day, Dewey. This thing goes right, you may live as a free man. Dewey: Serious? Well, awesome. Later. Dickie: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Funny, I said if things go well. Did you get out okay? Got me on a short leash. He wanted to make sure I went to the hospital and got stitches. Still don't know why we need dumb and dumber both. You let me worry about dumber. You just worry about the other thing. All right. This is how this works. You got the money up blacktown. That is where we are headed. Dickie: [ Laughing ] Oh, no, no, no, no. You need to know that you don't know shit about Nobles Holler, all right? 'Cause I can tell you we ain't getting anywhere near that place with the whole crew who we got going on here. That's why it's just gonna be you and me, buttercup. [ Clicks tongue ] You take him to the hotel. You wanted him. He's your problem. Come on, gimp. Let's roll. [ Engine turns over ] Raylan: Friends? Loretta: Couple. You know. Raylan: Still slinging weed? Loretta: Mostly heroin. Over cocaine. Is that why you're here? Marvel at the expansion of my drug empire? Raylan: Yeah, I have been wondering how you're doing. Loretta: Well, here you see it, in all its babysitting glory. Raylan: But I need to ask you a question. [ Muffled shouting ] Loretta: Donnie, you put that down right this minute! [ Chuckles ] What question? Raylan: Mags Bennett may have a sizeable amount of money socked away. Loretta: Yeah? Raylan: Yeah. Loretta: How much? Raylan: Can't say. Loretta: "Can't say" you don't know or "can't say" you can't say? Raylan: Bit of both. Loretta: You gonna ask do I have it? Raylan: Was just gonna ask if you knew where she kept it. Loretta: Couldn't say. Raylan: "Couldn't say" don't know or "couldn't say" couldn't say? Loretta: Well, why couldn't I have it? Raylan: I think if you did, you'd quit the babysitting gig. Loretta: Well, maybe I'm doing this babysitting gig to throw off the authorities. Raylan: Loretta, do you have it? Rachel: Got it. Okay. Thanks. Found the hearse off 225. Driver sht once through the head, two empty body bags in the back plus the old-timer they used to get out. Raylan: They got an accomplice outside. Rachel: Or they had a gn ready. Come time to make a deal with the driver, they put a bllet through him instead. Raylan: Mm. Rachel: Anyways, you were explaining where we're going? Raylan: Nobles holler. Rachel: Mm. Raylan: Nice community. Carved out for emancipated slaves after the civil wr. Good white folks of the county been trying to dig 'em out going on 150 years now. Rachel: Hasn't happened yet? Raylan: They're still working on it. Rachel: Mm. You're all up on your race relations. Raylan: I pay attention during black history month. Rachel: Oh, and you're bringing me along as the ambassador of African-America. Help smooth your passage. Raylan: I recall being pulled along on a similar mission sometime back. Rachel: Fair enough. Raylan: Anyway, if the girl's right, Mags kept her money there. Fellow named Ellstin Limehouse. Rachel: You know this Limehouse? Raylan: Mm, no. Met him once. Rachel: And you think Dickie's fool enough to show up there looking for it? Raylan: Fool enough to bring along Dewey Crowe. I'd say anything's possible. [ Gear engages, engine shuts [ off, car door opens ] [ Car door closes ] [ Car door opens, closes ] Raylan: Mr. Limehouse. Deputy Marshall givens. Deputy Marshall Brooks. Givens? Boy, something about that name. Raylan: Remembering my daddy, I expect. Why? He do something worth me remembering him? Raylan: You put it that way, no. Well then, why would I remember him? Rachel: We're here about two local boys. Dickie Bennett and Dewey Crowe. Busted out of the pen at Tramble this morning. Who in the hell is Dewey Crowe? Raylan: Wears gator teeth. Joined the heil htler club. Wants you to know he's bad, but doesn't have it down yet. We have to pretend you don't know Dickie Bennett? Word is Bennetts have been keeping their cash up this holler a long time, and Dickie, being out... He's gonna need a friend. And you think I'm that friend. Rachel: Mr. Limehouse, any information you might have on Dickie or the money he's after... Where is your family tree, girl? Trying to cover it up, but I hear Tennessee up in there. Rachel: You hear right. Now, down Tennessee, your people teach you the way to get ahead is betraying the confidence of folk you got dealings with? Rachel: Taught me to be careful who I choose to do business with in the first place. Well, you got luxuries up there we ain't got down here. Raylan: I didn't know you were from Tennessee. Rachel: Hendersonville, up near Johnny cash's place. Raylan: Ever see him? Rachel: Nah, I never made it up that way. Ended up helping my mama clean house for a white lady. Said I needed to go to college. Paid my way. Four years at ole miss. Raylan: I believe ole miss has the best looking girls of any college in the country, even Vanderbilt. Well, you two clearly got a lot to talk about, so... Rachel: We're not done with you, yet. You know, I'd love to help you marshals, but these ribs is done. But y'all can bring your revenue agents down here if you want to with their gn and their dogs. Won't be the first time nor the last, I expect. Rachel: You can start by posting up on your road into town. Keep an eye out for Dickie. I'm sure you won't mind since you got nothing to hide. If you get hungry, you come on up. I'm gonna hook you up with some bacon. You ain't ever gonna forget. Rachel: [ Scoffs ] Raylan: We get KSP to post a unit up here. You mind if I leave you with them? Sit in the a/c? Rachel: Well, where are you going? Raylan: Another idea I want to run down. How the hell did the marshal service get posted up here already? [ Sighs ] Did you tip them off, Dickie? Dickie: Oh, yeah, yeah, I tipped off Raylan about my own escape. What can I say? I-it really felt right at the time. Shit! [ Sighs ] Well, we are not getting up there. Dickie: Well, that is surely true. [ Engine turns over ] Wha... where are we going now? To the motel. If I can't get up there, you're gonna find a way to get the gddmn money out. [ Gear engages, [ engine shuts off ] Dickie: [ Grunts ] [ Door closes ] What happened? No joy. Give me a phone. Hello, Dickie Bennett. You two know each other? Sure we do. We got family in Harlan. We know all the Bennetts, matter of fact, not just this sorry shit heap. Dickie: Hey, hey. Ohh! Ain't no reason to get all spun up there, tater tot. You call your banker. You tell him to bring that money someplace useful, or I will show you what it means to get "spun up." Dickie: Okay. Here we go. It's ringing. Yeah, h... Yeah, hello? This is, uh, I'm a very special friend and client of Mr. Limehouse. If you would please put him on the phone right straightaway, thank you. Say what? No, that... Hello? Uh... It's okay. I'm just gonna do something here. [ Inhales deeply ] [ Cellphone ringing ] [ Groans ] You know he's just gonna keep on calling. Yeah, give it here. [ Sighs ] [ Cellphone beeps ] Now, before you say a damn word, I need to know you know how to talk on a telephone. Dickie: You know that I do, and you know I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't something needed done, okay? I assume you are aware of the situation up here. Dickie: Yes, I am aware, and let me just say, okay, that I wish this... this... this... All this could be handled in some other way, but since it can't, here's the thing. I am counting on you, okay? I'm counting on your sterling reputation for customer service, not to mention our family's long and mutually beneficial history to prevail upon you to honor the arrangement between us, okay? And, given the current circumstances, I'm gonna need you to bring the, um, uh, package to some other location. Yeah. Okay. Boyd: Well, if it ain't the devil himself. Johnny: Where the hell you been, brother? Devil: Been around. Johnny: Around, huh? Devil: Yeah. What? I miss something? Boyd: Uh, just your share. Johnny had his eyes on it, but I was able to fend him off. [ Money rustling ] Devil: This it? Johnny: What, you were expecting a prize at the bottom? Devil: No, it's just a little light is all. Boyd: Just watering seeds, son. Just watering seeds. Devil: Yeah, you been telling me that, haven't you? Johnny: What the hell you so crotchety about, devil? Devil: Nothing. Just wondering if and when we're ever gonna actually make a move on something worth moving on. Boyd: And I told you that time is coming. [ Vehicle approaches ] [ Sighs ] But we're gonna have to put a pin in this for now 'cause I'm sensing a disturbance in the force. Raylan: Boyd? Boyd: Hello, Raylan! Welcome! Raylan: I like what you've done with the place. Boyd: Well, I-I appreciate that. Uh, what can we do for you, Raylan? We have 17 different kinds of bourbon behind the bar. We'll even give you the first one on the house. Raylan: How many kinds of water? Boyd: Give him some tap. Raylan: And where's Arlo? Boyd: Are you saying I know the whereabouts of your daddy better than you do? Raylan: Saying I can't see him passing up the chance to drink off a weekday afternoon. Boyd: Uh, prostate. It makes it hard for him to piss whatever he takes in. Raylan: Well, you know what they say... getting old ain't for pussies. Boyd: Yeah. Devil: Your daddy's slipping into decrepitude. Johnny: Truly is sad, being the man that he once was. Raylan: He was something. Han rd on my mother, though. He'd lay bruises on her when he'd drink or when he didn't. I was 10 the night she decided she'd had enough. Lit out, took a clutch with her like she wasn't coming back. Boyd: And did she go up to nobles holler? Le... Raylan: Mm-hmm. Heard the stories... white women seeking shelter there, men not daring to follow them in. But not Arlo. [ Laughing ] Oh, hell no. He wasn't scared of black folks. He was gonna chase her down and bring her back. 'Course, he tied one on first and then come up and dragged me with. Boyd: Oh, how did that sit with the good folks in nobles holler? Raylan: We come up to the bridge. Arlo set to screaming for her. And that's when I met Ellstin Limehouse. Young man, then... 20, 22. Arlo reached back about as far as Nebraska to swing at him. Limehouse just felled him like a tree. He bat him so bad, I had to drag him back to the car and drive him home. Boyd: Well, that must have made quite an impression, seeing your daddy laid low like that. Raylan: And yet, I was up at nobles holler this afternoon. Limehouse... no recollection of it whatsoever, like it never happened. Boyd: Uh, well, m-maybe he just found it interesting to allow you to believe that. Raylan: Maybe. Or maybe he's kicked so many white boys' asses, he just ain't keeping track no more. What do you think? Boyd: Hey, boys. Would you mind giving me and U.S. deputy marshal Raylan givens a moment, please? Johnny: Come on, devil. Boyd: So, I'd love to know what precipitated that conversation between you and Mr. Limehouse. Raylan: Mm. Well. [ Grunts ] Dickie Bennett took a flyer out of Tramble this morning. Boyd: He did not? Raylan: His compadre in escape none other than Dewey Crowe. Boyd: Dewey Crowe? Raylan: I don't suppose they've been by. Boyd: Uh, no, no, no, they have not, and I think we can both agree that if he's running around with Dickie, I'm unlikely to receive him. Raylan: No. More likely you go after him. Which would be easier if you knew where they were, even if it was in prison. Boyd: All right. Uh, I might have a nut or two for your trail mix. Raylan: I'm listening. Boyd: A bent screw at Tramble, the kind of guy who can put people together who ain't supposed to be. He might be the same kind of guy who can get them out. Yeah? What can I do for you? The Slayton gng rode past here last night, heading South. I'd like some help... You still think he's gonna call? [ Sighs ] I say we do the other thing. Not yet. Yeah, we don't need Coombs and junior around for that. The kind of money that you're talking about is a pauper's wages compared to what we're gonna get. If the man ever calls. He'll call. Dewey: Hey, man, I don't mean to complain, but I got a series hunger thing going on over here. Hey, man, why don't you just shut your mouth and watch TV? Hey. Look. I haven't eaten all day, either, and I've got stitches, so I'm not going anywhere. Are you going out? Get some chicken. Dewey: Yeah, I-I want chicken. Daddy, you want some chicken? Dewey: Dickie, we're getting chicken. Hey, this is your idea. Dewey: No Cole slaw! Devil: Johnny. Johnny: [ Sighs ] Damn, devil, what the hell you doing lurking around back here? Devil: Just waiting, hoping for a word. Johnny: A word? Gonna shed some light on why you been all jinked up lately? Devil: Only $360, that's what's got me all jinked up. Johnny: It is what it is, devil. You can blame the economy. Devil: Blame belongs one place, and you and I both know where. Johnny: What are you driving at, devil? Devil: I remember after you got sht, I come visit you at the va hospital. I remember you saying, "Boyd put me here. Put me in this chair." Johnny: Well, I was on a lot of meds at the time. Devil: $360. That enough to put all that behind you? Johnny: Well, he's helped out since. Devil: Yeah? How? Got you your bar back? Hallelujah. What else, Johnny? You name me one thing that's worth a shit. Johnny: Yeah, okay! Look, I-I'm not gonna deny, sitting in this gddmn chair, that I ain't never had that thought before. Devil: Hey, look. There's a time I believed in Boyd Crowder. I did, with everything I had.Ad but the Boyd we have today is not the man I believed in, not by a long sht, mnh-mnh. Look at us, Johnny. You and me, right connections? There ain't any limits on what we can do down here. Johnny: [ Laughs ] Well, I will grant you that. But, devil, just how do you think we're gonna get our hands on those right connections? Devil: I got a line on that already. Putting together a meeting for tomorrow. It's gonna put us in some real deep pockets. Johnny: Mm. How deep? [ Knocks on door ] Devil: Listen, Johnny. I'll tell you anything you want to know. But I got to know you got my back. Johnny: Mm. Start talking, devil. Raylan: Is there any way you get me, you know, just a... a little closer or something? I'm at the location. [ Louder ] I said I'm at the location. My question... How are you doing, ash? Marshal. Raylan: Why don't you put your food down, and we'll have a word, huh? [ Laughs ] [ Engine revs ] [ Grunts ] [ Groaning ] Let's go. Raylan: Ash, you all right? No! You ran me over, you son of a bitch! Raylan: Yeah, technically you rolled over me, and then I backed into you, but you were brandishing a pstol both times. I think you broke my leg. Raylan: I'm gonna break both your legs you don't tell me where you were going with that food. Call an ambulance, man. Ow! I am jacked up. Come on! [ Groaning ] [ Key jingles ] Don't leave me. Don't leave... Raylan: Don't go far. [ TV chatter ] Raylan: Did you see that? They just left you. You know where they're going? I don't know what you're talking about. Ow. Raylan: Does your stomach hurt? Eh, could be bleeding inside. Most likely spleen. That's okay. You can pretty much live without a spleen as long as they get it out before it goes septic. If that shit happens... whoo! No bars. So hard to get cellphone service in these holler roads. Use the one in the hotel room. Raylan: Huh? Use the phone in the hotel room. Raylan: Oh, yeah. Yeah. I just feel bad about leaving you again. You know, in case you die. Nobody wants to die alone, do they? Fine! Raylan: No? But you got to promise that, no matter what happens with them, no matter how weird this thing gets, you say I cooperated. Raylan: I'm sorry. What does that mean, "how weird things might get?" Let's go. [ Van door opens ] Now what? Dickie: Ugh. Get up. Look, he told the banker to take the money to his mama's store, okay? So you guys take Dickie up to the store, pick up the money, okay? Dewey, you're gonna stay with me. Dickie: Oh, no, no. Whoa-ho! He said... he said he would call when the money is there, and he ain't called. Has he called? You're a smart guy. Figure it out. Dickie: There ain't nothing to figure out beyond what's already figured out. Hey, listen to me. Ash is gone. Dickie: He said he would call... There's a new plan. Dickie: When the money is there! Either your man gets the money to the store on time, or you get dad. Dewey: What about me? I've got a bigger plan for you, okay? Or is that gonna be a problem, too? Dewey: Supposing you tell me it is before I answer? What do you think? Dickie: Would... would you just... shut up. Dickie: Call when the money is there. Junior, would you please run him down? Yeah. Get your ass in the car. Dickie: Go, Dewey! Dewey: [ Screams ] Dickie: Look out. Oh! I'll get it. Come on. Dickie: [ Groans ] Rachel: Can't let you through. Oh, come on now. Rachel: I need you to three-point this truck and send it on back up the holler. Miss, I... Rachel: Deputy Marshal Brooks. Deputy marshal Brooks, excuse me. This truck is carrying pig shit and pig shit only. Rachel: Yeah, your delivery's gonna be a little late. Fe free to blame me. So that's how it is then, huh? Rachel: That's how it is. Uh, let me start again, okay? This is our livelihood. Whatever you got with Limehouse is with Limehouse. Alls I'm asking is for passage of a truckload of pig manure. Rachel: The only way this truck leaves here is if we go through every inch of it, get an all-clear from Lexington, and then maybe. [ Sighs ] You did hear me say what I'm hauling, right? Rachel: I'm ready to get dirty. Are you? [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] Y'all have a good night. [ Sighs ] Raylan: Ash says Dickie's got a deal with Limehouse. The money's gonna be at the Bennett store. Rachel: Well, one of Limehouse's men tried to slip out a fertilizer truck. I sent him back. The money could've been in there. Raylan: Well, if so, then the money's not gonna be there, and like as not, they're gonna kll Dickie. Shit. Rachel: What? Raylan: gddmn if I don't have to save Dickie Bennett. [ Grunts ] See, Dickie, when that black pike shit went down, what your mama did after... selling all those folks out that believed in you... that crossed the line of decency as far as I'm concerned. Dickie: Oh, now, w-whoa. Hold on. Say that part again... the part about crossing a line of some kind. The line of decency. Dickie: Now, isn't that just a wee bit ironic coming from a fella holding a gn on an unarmed man? [ Laughs ] Yeah, you see, Dickie, I volunteered to come out here for one reason and one reason only. See, 'cause I thought it would be fun to put a bllet in you and watch you die. Let's go. Come on. March, gimp! Come here. What's the holdup? Dickie: Well, it just gives me pause, junior, to see how far the mighty have fallen. No shit. Come on. Dickie: [ Grunts ] Let's go. Say there's some money in here, how about you get to it? Dickie: Why don't you just... Easy. Whew. Ain't looking too good, is it? Dickie: Just hold on, hold it. Let me just keep... can I... may I keep looking for one second? O... Second's up, Dickie. Dickie: Wait! Okay? I'm just... I got something here. Just... Ooh! [ Laughs ] This... How about that shit, huh? Well, I'll be goddamned. Dickie: Yeah. Daddy, look... look at this. Open it. Dickie: You... Come on. You heard him. Dickie: You want me to... Open it. Dickie: Hey. Take it easy. [ Breathes deeply ] Hello, baby. Here we go. Uh, uh, hold on. Dickie: [ Stammers ] Daddy, suppose he got a gn hidden up in there, come out blasting? Look at us then. Dickie: Hey! Junior, fine! That's fine, fine. Why don't you go right on ahead? You open it yourself. Yeah, go on. It's all right. What, and then you got a booby trap in there and I get my face blown off? Dickie: One of us needs to o-open the cooler, if we're gonna see what's inside! I know that. Dickie: Well... Shut up! Let me think. God's sake, boy. Put your gn on his neck, stand back, and have him open it. I got to tell you everything? Dickie: Does he have to tell you everything? Shut up! Open it, shitheel! Dickie: Okay. [ Grunts ] [ Sighs ] Holy shit. What? [ gn ] Dickie: Ohh! What? Ugh! [ gn ] [ Groans ] Dickie: [ Groaning ] Clear down here. Come on down. Dickie: Ohh! Ah! Ha! [ Laughs ] Whoo! Dickie: I got to tell... You... you... this man right... You... I got to tell you, you had me a wee bit worried. Your friends in the marshal service? Now, they sure can be watchful. We had to fly that stuff out here in an old underground railroad trail. Dickie: Well, these two right here... ho! How you like me now? These two right here were gonna put me down either way so I got to tell you something right here right now. I thank you. [ Laughs ] Okay. Um, here's the thing. Got one question for you. This...Right here... uh, is this a teaser bag and you got the money all split up, safe and sound? No, that's it. Dickie: That's it? That's... That's it, meaning... That's all that got left, Dickie. Dickie: [ Laughs ] There's supposed to be $3 million in here, Limehouse. Way north of $3 million. You know. Come on. Look, it's all spent, except what you see right there. That's $46,313. And receipts accounting for every single penny that your mama spent, buying mostly property for that mine deal. Dickie: Hell no. Mama, looking down, she knows that this ain't right. Dickie. We done. Dickie: Limehouse! Just... [ sighs ] I believe the terms of the deal are I receive the money and then we are through, ain't that right? That's right. Those are the terms. [ Lid closes, cooler slides ] Dickie: Then you take it back. Just go on. I do not accept this. What exactly is you aiming to do out here in this world with no money, son? Dickie: You don't need to worry about what I'm gonna do, okay? What you can worry about, if it ain't too mucho ask, y-y-you could lend me a gn. How about that? [ Scoffs ] No, go ahead. Dump it. Give it to him. [ Sighs ] [ gn clicks ] Dickie: [ Grunts ] You good with this, Mr. Bennett? Dickie: Are we good? [ Laughs ] Are we good? Can you not tell? [ Laughs ] Dickie: Why don't you just go on? Go on. Get your... get your p-p... It's got handles there. Just go on. Just leave me here with all my nothing! I want you to make that money have babies, all right? I want to see it back where it belongs! Hey! I will come for it! You hear me? Raylan: How far behind me are you? Rachel: Um, 10? You going in or are you gonna wait? Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Two gn ] Yeah, I'm gonna go in. [ Cellphone beeps ] Dickie: Raylan givens. Hey, there, Raylan. Hey, you know what? I hereby surrender, Raylan. You... you... you got me. Raylan: [ Sighs ] What the hell, Dickie? Dickie: [ Inhales sharply ] Well, you know, the thing is, I-I really had no choice, Raylan. They forced me into it. You see, the escape, the money, the whole thing. To be very clear, Raylan, I am the victim here. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Yeah, that much is clear. Dickie: And Dewey Crowe, he can back up every word. Raylan: Where is Dewey Crowe? [ TV chatter ] Dewey: I still don't see why I got to be bound. I'm a wanted fugitive. Where the hell am I gonna go? Oh, come on. Why don't you loosen these up? I've been here hours like this. I can't feel my feet. [ TV chatter ] [ Sighs ] You're right. It's been too long. If things are going to plan, we would've heard by now. So now we got to do the other thing. Dewey: Wait. What... what other thing? [ Grunts ] Dickie: Hey. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, come on, no! No! Shh! Dewey: No! Oh, come on, no! No! No! Shh! Dickie: No! [ Straining ] No! There we go. Get some rest, Dewey Crowe. You're gonna need it. [ Grunts ] Hey. I got one. No, no, I just got the one. But, hey, before you get in the car, I may have a way for us to make some more money. Yeah. Devil: Hey, Boyd. We got to talk. Boyd: Oh. Well, come on in, devil. Have a seat. Johnny. Uh, why are you so serious? Is this a... a good meeting or a bad meeting? Devil: This is a come-to-Jesus meeting, Boyd. Boyd: Well, is that a note of veiled menace I detect in your voice, devil? Devil: You hear it however you need to. Boyd: Johnny, what's this about? Devil: Look at me, Boyd. It's been coming a long time. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, uh, devil, this road you seem bent on taking... once you go down it, there ain't no coming back. Now, I'm offering you a way out here. You choose to take it. Devil: Yeah, save it. There ain't any way you talk yourself out of this. Unh-unh. Boyd: What line did they take with you, son? They tell you, why be the man sitting beside the man when you can be the man? Now, don't you know that you were jumping out of the frying pan into the fre? Devil: I guess we'll see, won't we? Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, I guess there's nothing left to do then but to do it. Devil: I guess not. [ gn cocks ] Boyd: Uh...Uh, one more thing. Indulgence, if you'll allow me. [ Breathing heavily ] Devil, knowing me the way that you do, whatever led you in your imagination to believe that you could pull this off? [ gn cocks ] Devil: Johnny, what the... Johnny: It ain't never gonna happen, devil. You should've known that. Boyd: Devil. Devil: Wait! Wait! Boyd: All I ever asked for was your loyalty. Was I not entitled to that, after everything that we've been through? Devil: [ Chokes ] Boyd: I know how much it hurts. I've been right where you are, laid out on the ground and holding my chest, looking up at the ceiling...Trying to find my breath. Devil, I was lucky I made it back. Son, you ain't gonna make it back. Devil: [ Crying ] Boyd: You want some help with the pain? You close your eyes, son. 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Previously on "Justified"... I overheard every word of that conversation between you and Crowder, and I want that money. Dickie: How am I gonna get my hands on that money, you think, while I am inside here? Nap time's over, gimpy. Dickie: There you go. Dewey: What the hell, man? Dickie: You're free, brother. Dewey: Free where? Where the hell am I? Dickie: You're out of Tramble. Dewey: Awesome! If things go well. Raylan: How you doing, Ash? Let's go. Raylan: You know where they're going? I don't know what you're talking about. Raylan: So hard to get cellphone service in these holler roads. Fine! But you got to promise me that no matter how weird this thing gets, you say I cooperated. See, Tanner's kind of like my talent scout, and from what I've heard, you have been pushed to a second-tier position at an enterprise that's going nowhere fast. Devil: You saying you got something better? Boyd: Devil, whatever led you to believe that you could pull this off? [ gn cocks ] Devil: Wait! Wait! Dickie: There's supposed to be $3 million in here, Limehouse. Look, it's all spent except what you see right there. Dickie: I believe the terms of the deal are I receive the money, and then we are through. Dickie: Then you take it back. I do not accept this. If things are going to plan, we would've heard by now, so now we got to do the other thing. Dewey: Come on! No! Shh! Hey, before you get in the car, I may have a way for us to make some more money. What if he finds out? What if who finds out about what? What if Dickie Bennett finds out you lied when you told him this here was all that was left of his mama's money? Well, about the only way I can see him finding out about this here is if someone was to tell him. I ain't the only one who knows. He does find out, you know he'll come looking for it. Mm-hmm. Be no stopping him. Oh, I'll stop him. Besides, I hear they fittin' to send him back to Tramble. Inside or out, $3 million buy a lot of friends. Well, anybody comes, we gonna stop them. How it's always been. And why you asking questions? You think I ain't taking care of business? No, sir, Mr. Limehouse. Just think we should get us a couple Tramble brothers to shiv his ass. No. That ain't the agreement I made with his mama. I don't know your agreement with his mama. Boy, what is you really asking? Where that $3 million is? No, sir. So, you lay your head down at night, and you dream about all the living you could do with that money? Boy, that dream will get you klled quicker than a bllet. Now, you know what you need to know. And it wasn't no $3 million. Not near. Now, you get that put away. I'm gonna go check this smoker here. Boyd: [ Grunting ] Arlo: Don't know why we're out here freezing our asses off instead of just tossing this traitor in a slurry pond. Boyd: Devil was a friend before he became a traitor. Arlo: You remember what your daddy used to say? Boyd: "Once you make up your mind to kll a man, there ain't nothing left to talk about." [ Grunts ] Arlo: Thinking about it only makes it harder. Boyd: Well, maybe it should be harder. Arlo: That kind of attitude might make a man blink when the moment comes. Boyd: Did I blink? [ Truck door opens ] Arlo, there's no need to rob the bodies of the dad. Arlo: Thought we weren't robbing the dad. [ Cellphone beeping ] Boyd: This is devil's last gift to us. We return to the great unknown a man with a belly full of the fruit of temptation. May his entrance into that world be more painless than his exit from this one. [ Thump ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] I'm sorry. I was trying not to wake you. Winona: I was up. Raylan: Doing what? Winona: You know... Packing, making lists. Looks smaller, doesn't it? Raylan: Yeah, well, they always do, empty. Winona: [ Sighs ] You remember the first time you stepped foot in this house? You came in in the dark that night, too. Raylan: I came in through the garden door. Winona: Poor Gary. Scared him half to death. Raylan: I apologized for that. Winona: I remember coming down these stairs and seeing you in the kitchen and... Knowing that my marriage to Gary was over. Raylan: I thought you'd be angry, me coming home at 2:00 A.M. Winona: Do you want a beer? Raylan: Seriously. You're seven weeks' pregnant, ready to move. I haven't done anything to line up a place for us. I'm just out there running and gn... Winona: All right. You've convinced me. I'm angry. I'm still not gonna fight with you. I'm done trying to change who you are. And I'm... I'm done pretending that I could ever feel about anyone else the way I feel about you. Raylan: That may be the sweetest thing you ever said to me. Winona: Want a beer or not? [ Sighs ] Come on. Wake up. Come on. Wake up, shitbird. Morning. Relax, relax, relax, relax, Relax. Look, we don't have a lot of time. Well, actually, you don't have a lot of time. [ Sighs ] You ever see that movie where the evil, spic-a-roo surgeon snatches up the pretty gringo tourists and cuts out all their organs, sells them off to rich folks who want to skip the transplant line? Well, it turns out that's... That's pretty much all bullshit. Dewey: Jesus. What did you do to me? Most organs... your heart, your lungs... won't stay viable if removed outside of a hospital setting. Kidneys, though [Chuckles] You can take a healthy kidney, put it on ice for two full days. Reinstall it, and that baby goes back to work without ever missing a bat. Now, there are people all over the world that are just chomping at the bit to pay, $20,000, sometimes 30 grand for a new pair of kidneys, and they don't give two shits where they came from. Dewey: Y-you can't take my kidneys. I already have. Now, like I said, your kidneys will do just fine for a while without you. Unfortunately, you can't last long without them. Poisons are gonna begin to build up in your blood. It's gonna make your skin change color. It's gonna feel like someone reached inside of your guts and literally just started twisting. Eventually, you're gonna start puking blood. Your body's gonna go into convulsions, and then your muscles are gonna seize up so hard that your bones will actually break. Dewey: Well, how do I stop it? You could go to the hospital. Although, seeing as you're a fugitive, that means you're gonna have to spend the rest of your life getting dialysis treatments in a prison infirmary. Or you can buy them back from me. Dewey: I don't have any money. I suggest you find some. Let's say 20 grand. You have... [ Beep ] Four hours to be at this address. Dewey: [ Panting ] Now, Dewey, if you're late, if you don't have the cash, if you bring the cops, then I'm gonna sell your kidneys to a businessman I already have lined up in Chicago. [ Tires screech ] Dewey: Get out of the car. Now! ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy♪ ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times ♪ to come ♪ Raylan: You sure it was Dewey? Rachel: First car on the scene showed him the fugitive print-out. That's why they called us. Raylan: What about fancy Lance? Rachel: You okay? Raylan: Yeah. Why? Rachel: When's the last time you slept? Raylan: Well, I was sleeping like a baby till you called. Lance the prison nurse? Rachel: Yeah. I thought Dickie said Dewey was his hostage. Raylan: Oh, you're saying Dickie might be full of shit? Rachel: Or Dewey gave Lance the slip. Raylan: They say which way he was coming from? You really think a male nurse gonna go "butch and Sundance" in a motel room? Raylan: Just butch. Rachel: He's a prison nurse. What's that mean? Rachel: Means he might know enough law to realize he's looking at felony mrder for his two dad partners. You, uh, want us to use a ram? Raylan: Or... Lance, you in there? Looks like we get to use the ram after all. Raylan: You're just dying to smash something, aren't you? Did any of the witnesses of the carjacking say Dewey was covered in blood? Perhaps a little pale? Rachel: Looks like somebody's been klling chickens in here. Maybe your boy Crowe got the drop on him and it's the nurse's blood. Raylan: Dewey ain't the "get the drop on anyone" type. Rachel: More like the "running around with his head cut off" type. Oh, my God. Dewey: Open the register. Okay. Dewey: Move it! Okay. Dewey: Don't make me hurt you. Come on! [ Cash register dings ] Where's the rest of it? Rest of what? Dewey: You heard me, man. I just need the register. Now, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Where's the rest of the cash? I swear all the cash is in the register. Dewey: There's like 200 bucks! All this expensive shit you got here, there's only 200 bucks? I'd barely get a blender with that! Mostly our customers just use credit cards. The receipts a-are in the drawer. Just... just take something, anything in the store, and... And... and sell it on ebay. Dewey: I don't have time for that. I need cash. Where do people use cash?! [ Whimpers ] Rachel: He took $229 from the register, left 50-some-thousand-dollars' worth of merchandise behind? Raylan: Well, he never was the sharpest apple in the city. Rachel: Why did he take so long to start traveling? I mean, he could have driven all day yesterday while we were busy chasing Dickie. Raylan: Could have robbed a mattress store in El Paso this morning before crossing the damn border. Rachel: Hmm. Raylan: Well, maybe Lawrence nightingale really di take him prisoner. Get it? Lawrence...instead of Florence. Lawrence nightingale. Rachel: Yeah. I got it. Dewey: Oh, Jesus. Not again. Don't tell me guys pay you by credit card. I saw some girl on TV say she could make 3,000 bucks in one night on the pole. Now, granted, she was a 91/2 and you're a 6 if I'm feeling generous, but I figured you'd be good for a grand or so. It's 10:00 in the morning. Lexington ain't hardly Vegas. Dewey: You think I don't know that? It's not too late for you, son. Dewey: It's getting there. Guy said I had maybe six hours before my skin would start turning color. First step is admit you need help. Dewey: I need money. Son, drugs are a temporary solution to a permanent problem. Dewey: You think I'm a tweaker? Learned not to label others lest I be labeled. Dewey: Man, you don't know shit. Do you know you're bleeding? [ Grunts ] Dewey: [ Grunting ] N-now, hold on! Dewey: You think this is a joke?! I told him! I told all of you! I'm a desperate man! Raylan: "Desperate man," huh? That's what he said. He really bust out of Tramble? Rachel: He had help. That where he got the transplant? Raylan: I'm sorry? The kidneys? The cuts on his stomach. Raylan: He told you they were from a transplant? No, but when my aunt had her kidneys swapped out for a new set from this kid who drowned, she had cuts in the same places. Guy matching Crowe's description just knocked over a fluff 'n' fold. Rachel: I don't see what good we're doing just trailing after his mayhem. Raylan: You stick with Dewey. I'm headed to tyree medical, pay a visit to Mr. Ash Murphy. Rachel: The prison guard? What makes you think he knows anything? Raylan: He said things might get weird. I'd say this qualifies. ♪ [ Door opens ] Ava: You never came home. Boyd: I just need a little time. Ava: You regret klling him? Boyd: I regret that he made it necessary. Ava: I want to show you something. Still hurts like hell sometimes. Boyd: Dickie Bennett's gonna pay for that. Ava: Let me see yours. We didn't get these working down a mine or putting a car in a ditch. This is the price we pay for the life we live. Boyd: I chose this life, Ava. Ava: So did I. And whatever you decide, I'm in it, same as you. Boyd: This, uh, fella that put these ideas into devil's head... a fella name of Tanner... I got to decide what to do about him. Now, Tanner himself, he ain't so much, but the people he works for, well, if they decide to come in force... I don't know that we're gonna be equal to it. Ava: I don't believe that. [ Groans ] What the hell do you want? Raylan: Is that any way to greet the man who saved your life? You ran me over. Twice. Raylan: Saved me from having to sh*t you. Do you not remember drawing down on a federal officer? You did not have to do it a second time. Raylan: You still had the gn in your hand. Whatever. Raylan: Okay. You know what? Instead of a "thank you," just tell me what you meant when you said things might get weird. You really expect me to help you? I know that junior and Coombs got popped, which means I'm on the hook for felony mrder, right? Which is a double life sentence. [ Chuckles ] You really expect me to believe that you're gonna be able to cut me a deal? Raylan: What is this? Morphine? Yeah. Raylan: You give it to yourself, what's to stop you from OD'ing? Well, if you ht it too many times, it locks itself out for a bit. Come on. Raylan: What do you know about kidneys? They're the Cadillac of beans. Come on. Ohh! Shit! Shit's starting to wear off. Come on, come on, come on. [ Whimpers ] Raylan: Ash, you been futzing with men's organs? [ Whimpers ] S-shit. It was... it was Lance. He was gonna strip them for parts. He said that we'd get 50 grand easy just for livers and kidneys alone. He'd been doing it with bodies at the Tramble morgue. It wasn't me. It was him. His idea. Raylan: What I want to know now is who was doing the cutting? I don't know. Excuse me. I thought I made myself clear to the other detectives. He... he won't give me my morphine. He ht me with his car. He... he... I told him everything that I know, and I... [ Morphine pump beeps ] Raylan: Deputy U.S. marshal, ma'am. Well, whoever you are, this man is my patient. Raylan: Well, he's my prisoner. Don't worry about that. The machine cuts him off from OD'ing. I'm sorry. What is so important that you would treat him that way? Raylan: Do you know what he is, your patient? Well, I know it's not supposed to matter. Not to you, either, I believe. Raylan: You know, I got a question. It's a medical one. Say you took both a guy's kidneys, then you closed him up. If you're taking out both his kidneys, there's no reason to close. Raylan: Say you did. You made the two incisions. You wouldn't have to make incisions 'cause you take the heart and the lungs first, and you go in for the rest once the guy's open. Raylan: No, I'm not talking about a cadaver or brain dad. Oh, you're talking about a healthy subject who's just decided to donate both his kidneys? Raylan: Well, say he didn't decide it... it was decided for him. In a motel room. You ever hear of something like that? [ Scoffs ] I've heard of bigfoot, too. Raylan: Yeah, well, he's not my problem. You're crazy. Raylan: What? A surgeon can't go broke out Keenely and and get in debt to a shylock? They bet playing golf. Raylan: Yeah? You know any of them bets more than he can afford? Well, my money would be on Dr. Boisineau, but that may just be wishful thinking. Raylan: Boisineau, huh? He's this young guy. Always comes out of the O.R. Thinking he's God, saving lives. He thinks we should reward him. He thinks that a nurse's job is to slap instruments in his hand and then go to bed with him. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] He'll say, "hey, come on, I got a room set aside. We can make it a quickie or do the other." Raylan: I see. But you go for older guys. That it? [ Chuckles ] Point is you work around Dr. Blow job, you learn how to turn him down without making him angry. Raylan: You know, uh, where I might be able to find this Dr...Boisineau? Well, unless he's got a procedure scheduled... Raylan: Maybe I'll check the empty rooms, see if he talked anybody into this, that, or the other. Your man came in the clinic and said he was bringing me here, I thought maybe Ms. Crowder took a turn. Boyd: Uh, no. As a matter of fact, I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you did patching her up. Mmm. She doing her exercises? I know they're painful, but she can't let that scar tissue... Boyd: I didn't ask you here to talk about Ava, but, as a matter of fact, I am glad that you mentioned pain. Now, being a doctor, people... people must come to you all the time, in need of help with their pain. Mm-hmm. Boyd: As a matter of fact, there are those who stand to profit from that pain. And I bet they come, too. You mean pharmaceutical reps? Boyd: You know who I mean. I ain't angry. I just want to hear you say it. Frankfort. Boyd: What are they offering? I write them prescriptions. They offer protection and oxy. Boyd: Have they delivered any oxy yet? Couple months' worth. What do you want me to do? Boyd: Well, you're a doctor. I want you to sell it. Sell their oxy and give you the money? They'll kll me! Boyd: Not if we can put you somewhere where they can't find you, like maybe with your mama up in ewing. Now, you don't think they know about her, do you? I don't see how they could. Boyd: Well, now, way I see this thing, you're between a rock and a much, much harder rock. I do not envy your position. But you got to think, now, how would your mama advise you if we were sitting in her kitchen, having this conversation, eating jam cake at that little fold-out table just to the right of the back door that she never locks? Dewey: I need directions. You know, if you put a tablespoon of nail-Polish remover in a cup of water, that blood will wash right out. Dewey: Yeah. You know where this is? [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Buckeye fork. You going up there into God's country, huh? Dewey: I don't need the tourist guide... I just need to know how to find it. I'm not sure I like your attitude. Dewey: Well, I'm sure I don't give a good gddmn either way. Son, I'll ask you not to blaspheme in here. Dewey: Listen, you old shit, I need to find this address. Now, you gonna help me or not? Well, let's say not, and we'll just leave it at that. Dewey: Oh... oh, you want to leave it like that, huh? ♪ You see what happens, dumbass?! I was just gonna get the directions and be on my way. Can't imagine you got much in this dump worth taking, but whatever you got, you can give over just for pissing me off. Jesus Christ, are you deaf or something? Son, you've cursed his name twice, and there's not gonna be a third time. Dewey: Got to be about the stupidest go... [ gn ] [ gn ] [ gn cocks ] [ gn cocks ] [ gn ] Dewey: [ Sighs ] [ Panting ] Raylan: Anybody talking to him? Rachel: I tried. LPD is trying now. He's not talking back. Raylan: Usually you got to break his nose to get him to shut up. Come on, Dewey. You're gonna have to talk to me. We got options here, but you're gonna have to meet me halfway. Raylan: Owner caught him in the leg, right? Yeah. Raylan: Any chance he ht something major and he's just passed out from blood loss? Nah. I can hear him moving around in there. Raylan: You mind giving me a sht? He kind of likes me. He's your fugitive. Knock yourself out. He don't respond soon, though, we are gonna have to take down the door. Raylan: Dewey? Dewey, it's me... Raylan. Can you hear me? [ gn cocks ] Dewey: You hear that, Raylan? Oh, he likes you, all right. Raylan: Yeah, I heard it. Dewey: Want to make sure you know I have one in the chamber. Save you asking if I can rack in a load before you put a hole through me. Raylan: Well, as I understand it, you already got a couple holes in you. Dewey: So, you know about my situation. Raylan: Yes, we are all well aware. Dewey: These are the end times for Dewey Crowe. The only choice I have left is how I punch out, and I figure a bllet is better than feeling my body rip itself apart from the inside. Raylan: What the hell you talking about? Dewey: It's best you not blaspheme in here, Raylan. Apparently, the owner takes that real serious. Raylan: All right, Dewey. Put the gddmn gn down and get your ass out here. Dewey: Too late. I was supposed to meet that son-of-a-bitch nurse an hour ago. Shop owner gave us the address. Dewey: I bet my skin's changing color, too. Raylan: Listen, Dewey. As I understand it, dying of kidney failure, aside from some nausea, is pretty much like falling asleep. Dewey: Who told you that? Raylan: A doctor. I was at a hospital not 30 minutes ago. Dewey: Well, Lance told me my whole body would clench so hard, my bones would break. Raylan: Well, Lance sounds like a gddmn liar. Have you been pissing? Dewey: He took my kidneys, Raylan, not my dick. Raylan: Your kidneys are for pissing. So [Sighs] why don't you try taking a leak, and if you can do it, then we know you still got your two kidneys. Dewey: [ Sniffs ] Come on, come on. [ Urinating ] Holy shit. You mean I had four kidneys? Ah. Ohh. God bless you, son. Dewey: Oh, thank you, sir. Rachel: The address was an abandoned warehouse. Raylan: No sign of Lance? Rachel: No sign of him. Could have taken off when Dewey missed his deadline, or maybe he was watching from somewhere when KSP rolled up. One last thing... ash Murphy. How did he seem when you left him? Raylan: He was in a little bit of pain. Nothing he don't deserve. Why? How's he seem now? He died of a stroke. Raylan: dad? Stroke's always a worry post-surgery, especially with the amount of trauma his body had been through. Raylan: He have any visitors? Just you. Raylan: Yeah, but doctors? The orthos saw him on their morning rounds. Raylan: Yeah, but what about, uh... was it, uh, this Dr. Boisineau, maybe? Isn't he a transplant surgeon? Raylan: Mm-hmm. I hear y'all call him Dr., uh... Where's the other nurse? Layla? Layla? Raylan: Yeah, I talked to her this morning. Local girl. Cute as a pailful of kittens. ♪ [ Ringing ] [ Music stops ] [ Cellphone ringing ] [ Ringing stops ] Boyd: Well, it looks like we have a friend in common. Or, better yet, we had a friend in common. I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Now, can I trust you to relay that information to the man you work for? There's a message that goes along with it. Yeah? What's the message? [ Grunts ] Aah! Jesus! [ Grunts ] Aah! Boyd: Now, you tell your boss if he has anything to say in reply, I'll be at my cousin Johnny's bar. [ Groans ] Whoo-hoo. Aah! Just down the road. They got two-for-ones on Wednesday and Thursday if you want to gimp on over. [ Doorbell rings ] Oh, nice to see you again, deputy. Raylan: You mind if I come in, ma'am? Layla. And I'd mind if you didn't. Raylan: Your phone was off, so I figured I'd just come over and push your buzzer till you answer. Well, I always turn off my phone when I've been working doubles. Raylan: Must be exhausted, especially since you also work at the transplant center. You didn't tell me that. Well, you didn't ask. Raylan: Just started working the I.C.U. In the last 24 hours, right after, uh, ash Murphy checked in. I'll tell you something... a person with a suspicious mind might think you had something to do with something. [ Chuckles ] You want a drink? Raylan: I'd love one. You didn't work yesterday, though, did you? Were you, uh, out with your boyfriend? What makes you think I have a boyfriend? Raylan: [ Chuckles ] I'd like to talk to him just so I can get him to vouch for you. What's that? You married? Honey, I start arresting people for committing adultery, I'd never make it home for supper. [ Chuckling ] Wow. Your imagination has me doing some nasty things. And, you know, you haven't even mentioned how I gave Ash that stroke this afternoon. Raylan: No, how did you do that? How did I do that? Did I inject an air bubble into his brain, or is that just another urban legend? Raylan: Like bigfoot? Or stealing kidneys in motel rooms. Raylan: Layla? Mm-hmm? Raylan: Have you been stealing kidneys in motel rooms? If I said no, would you believe me? Raylan: [ Gasps ] What the hell else was I supposed to do? You didn't have to do anything except stay hidden while I talked him out of it. What if you couldn't have? Well, then I'd given him the needle myself. [ Sighs ] Did you at least have a plan for what you were gonna do after you stuck him? Cut him up and sell him for parts. You want to take his kidneys? Why not? We got to kll him anyway, right? Oh, yeah, well, thanks to you. Look, the point is we might as well make ourselves a little traveling money while we're at it, right? It's not like this is our first time. We're in the house. All right, well, at least put him in the tub. Keep from getting blood on my floor. There you go. Hey, you want to... you want to give me a hand here or no? I got to get another syringe ready 'cause that one's gonna wear off. [ Grunts ] [ Grunting ] Look at me. Kind of got my hands full, honey. Well, set him down a sec. It's not like he's going anywhere. I want you to look at me. What is it? [ Grunts ] [ Coughs ] It's a real shame, marshal. Something tells me we could have had fun. [ gn ] [ Grunts ] I can't believe you sht me. Raylan: I can't believe it either. Art: So...She sht him. You sht her through him. Is that right? Raylan: If you say so. It's all a bit foggy to me. Deep breath. Slow. Art: That's pretty impressive, considering they had you full of enough tranqs to stop a rhino. Raylan: She gonna make it? Art: Jury's still out. Pressure and respiration are both normal. Probably hung over for the next day or two, but otherwise, you're good to go. Art: Thank you, sir. Raylan: She was surprised... When I sht her. Art: She was pointing a gn at you. What did she think you were gonna do? Raylan: I was surprised, too. Art: 'Cause you never sht a woman before? Raylan: I guess. ♪ The infamous Boyd Crowder. Feel free. Boyd: Hey, Jimmy, did he come alone? Far as I could tell. [ Laughs ] He's clean. Uh, would you be so kind as to offer me a bourbon? Pappy family. Boyd: Well, uh, Mr. Quarles, I can see that you got my message. Yes. Both of them. Boyd: Well, that's funny. I thought I only sent one. Well, no. You asault one of my employees, and then you appropriated my product. I make that two. Boyd: Well, now, taking the pills... that wasn't a message. That was just me assessing you a fine for sowing the seeds of mutiny. Why don't we just split the difference? Call it a gift...To mark the launch of our new business venture. Thank you. Boyd: Well, if you wanted to be my partner, why didn't you come to me directly? Call it a speed bump on the road to cross-cultural understanding. The most important thing is I'm here now. Boyd, have you heard the saying, "the most successful wr seldom pays for its losses"? Boyd: Thomas Jefferson. Prison doesn't offer much, but it does give a man ample time to read. [ Laughs ] Amongst other things, I'm sure. Bottom line, Boyd... you and I make a lot more money as partners than as enemies. That can't come as news to an educated man. Boyd: Uh, Mr. Quarles, have you heard the term "carpetbagger"? It was coined during reconstruction. A man from the north comes down to the South to take advantage of our, uh, backward ways. Yes, I'm familiar with the term "carpetbagger." Boyd: Well, then you know to a carpetbagger, "partners" just means that, well, we do all the work while you make all the money. Amen to that. Thank you for the bourbon. Boyd: Oh, uh, Mr. Quarles, there's one more thing. Carpetbaggers in three-piece suits been coming to Harlan for a long time. They have a habit of dying off like deer flies at the end of summer. Saul bellow. Boyd: Ah. You're a smart man, Mr. Quarles. Smart man. Can't tell you how well I sleep, knowing that you were out there, my eyes and my ears. Yep. From what you done told me, I'd say that Mr. Quarles tried to pull a fast one on Boyd Crowder and ended up getting his hand slapped. Well, like I told Mr. Errol, it was Tanner who took the beating. Yeah, but you heard boy Crowder tell him this was a message for his boss, meaning Mr. Quarles? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Did, uh, Tanner say what he thought Mr. Quarles' intentions might be? Just that he's some water-walking badman from Detroit, come down here to get things running right, like they used to. [ Chuckles ] You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say, uh, Tanner got hisself a little old crush. Mighty fine work, girl. Mighty fine. Now, you keep your ear to the ground, and remember I'm counting on you. Art: You remember that guy in new Jersey, had that crematorium? Raylan: Funeral director. Art: Finish the service, and then he'd call in his cutters, and they'd harvest everything out of the body that was worth anything, and they'd throw the rest of it in the incinerator. Raylan: Mm. Art: And the human body, when you sell it on the black market like that, I mean, that you're talking about a quarter of a million dollars. Raylan: I think this was more of a mom-and-pop operation. Art: I'm just thinking that might be where they got the idea. Raylan: I'll tell you an idea I had sitting in the tub, ing to be cut open... I should find another line of work. Art: [ Chuckles ] You've had a day or two. Raylan: I'm serious. Art: Nah, that will pass. What? Winona on your ass about it? Raylan: No. No, she seems fine with the way things are. Art: She's a special lady.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "03x05 - Thick as Mud"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Boyd: I just want to hear you say it. Frankfort. Boyd: What are they offering? I write them prescriptions. They offer protection and Oxy. What do you want me to do? Boyd: Well, you're a doctor. I want you to sell it. Sell their Oxy and give you the money? [ Grunts ] Aah! Jesus! Boyd: Now, you tell your boss if he has anything to say in reply, I'll be at my cousin Johnny's bar. Bottom line, Boyd -- you and I make a lot more money as partners than as enemies. Boyd: Uh, Mr. Quarles, have you heard the term "carpetbagger"? Yes, I'm familiar with the term. Boyd: Well, then you know to a carpetbagger, "partners" just means that, well, we do all the work while you make all the money. Winona: I'm still not gonna fight with you. I'm done trying to change who you are. Okay. [ Both laugh ] Hey! How about a little something for the effort? Why not? [ Both laugh ] God bless you, girls. All right. It's okay. [ Knock on door ] [ Television playing indistinctly ] Hey. C-can we go on back? Yeah. Come on. It's okay. [ Both laugh ] Hey. Hi. Aren't you handsome? Here. This is for you. Fill, please. All right. Oh, no. That ain't gonna be enough. No, we want one of those big ones. It's gonna have to do, 'cause that's all you're getting. That's not all we're getting. No. Oh, come on, baby. There's got to be a little wiggle room in there somewhere. Sorry. It's a controlled substance. From what I can tell, you're the only one around here controlling anything. [ Laughs ] Maybe he just needs a little help... Oh, yeah. ... to get his mind off of all them rules and regulations tumbling around up in your head. [ Zipper unzips ] Hey. I -- [ car door closes ] Oh. Oh. ...when "Judge Hatchett" continues. [ Door hinges creak ] What do you want to do with your life? Don't know. [ gn ] [ Gasps ] [ Grunting ] Oh! [ Breathing heavily ] Aah! No, no, no, no! [ gn cocks ] No, no, no. Please don't! Please! Get the Oxy. Hurry up, man! I'll get back to you as soon as I can. [ Beep ] Raylan: Gayle, it's Raylan. Listen, I'm sorry to call like this. It's a little awkward, but... If you hear from Winona, will you ask her to call me? Just want to make sure she's okay. [ Cellphone beeps ] Raylan: No, I don't need you to pull it over. Just a bolo on the plate will suffice. Appreciate it, Tom. [ Sighs ] [ Cellphone beeps ] [ Footsteps approach ] Can I help you? Raylan: No, I'm good. I'm Mabel Johnston, the new court reporter, and that's my desk. Raylan: Since when? Excuse me? Raylan: Since when is this your desk? And is this you looking up Costa Rica? Judge Reardon: Hey. Hey. Raylan? Raylan: Judge. Judge Reardon: Now, now, Ms. Johnston, this man is a decorated marshal who has personally saved my bacon on more than one occasion. That give him the right to go through my computer? Raylan: That computer belongs to the federal government, and you still haven't answered my questions. Judge Reardon: Tell you what, darling. What don't you just give us a few minutes, would you, please? Thank you. What's going on, Raylan? Raylan: [ Sighs ] Winona and I were making another go of it. Judge Reardon: Oh, shit. She at least leave you a note? Raylan: Do you know where she is? Judge Reardon: Oh, boy. Raylan: She give you any indication where she might be headed? Judge Reardon: Raylan, you're talking to a man who's had two wives head for the hills, neither of whom was as good-looking as Winona, so I get it. You're hurt. Just trust me on this. Let it be. Give her time to sort it out. Raylan: Can't do that. Judge Reardon: What are you gonna do when you find her, huh? Gonna ht her on the head and drag her back home? Raylan: I probably shouldn't. She's pregnant. Judge Reardon: [ Sighs ] Well, then she'll reach out when she's ready. What you do not want to do is go poking around in her life. Chances are, you're gonna find something you wish you hadn't. [ Elevator bell dings ] Raylan: Morning, Charlie. Hey. Marshal Givens. What brings you down to this neck of the woods? Raylan: Oh, you know. Do you want to help me out? Be a little more specific? Raylan: I think I can handle it. If you just want to leave the book and the keys, I'll get to it. Well, if you gonna do that, what are they paying me for? Raylan: It's some evidence from a bank robbery a while back. I believe it's in [Sighs] 247. All right. [ Lock disengages ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Tim: You owe me big for that one. Raylan: Anything interesting? Tim: I don't mind asking the FBI for favors on your behalf, but I'm not gonna read the thing for you, too. Raylan: Thanks. Art: Raylan. [ Tapping ] Raylan: [ Sighs ] Art: Just got off the phone with Tom Bergen. Raylan: Oh, yeah? Art: Apparently there was a sht-out down in Harlan this weekend -- Raylan: Art, I'm sorry to interrupt. I need some time off. Art: Are you trying to be funny? Raylan: I'm being serious. Art: Why? 'Cause you sht the woman? Raylan, look, I know you must be worried about whether you're too quick on the trigger, but what were you supposed to do? Be a gentleman and let her go first? Not when she's pointing a gn at you. Raylan: Winona left me. Art: Oh. Well, shit. Raylan: Yeah. Art: Well, Raylan, I'm sorry about that. Raylan: It's all right. [ Sighs ] Art: But you're -- Raylan: No. Don't need a pep talk. Just a few days off to get my head straight. Art: You're gonna have to head down to Harlan and take care of this shit before it blows up all over this office. Raylan: Art, just find someone else. Art: The shting in question took place at your aunt Helen's property out on Indian line. Johnny: I couldn't get any details. The cops were all over the place. But there was a coroner's van out front. Boyd: You talk to Arlo? Johnny: No. Ava: You think it was Quarles? Johnny: That's obvious, ain't it? We shanghaied the man's doctor, put him to work for us. Boyd: I don't want to jump to any conclusions until we know for certain. Johnny: Hey, he's got his own trailer set up out there at dove creek. I think we should ht him back. We could use the money, Boyd. Boyd: Johnny, don't tell me you can't get any details. I want you to go back out to that house, and you don't call me until you can start filling in some blanks. Go on. Let's go for a drive. How many guys were there? There were like one or maybe two. Did you see their faces? I didn't -- Oh, I did, I did. Did they see you? No. No. Hey. Yeah? Take a deep breath. God damn, girl. That does sound horrible. Okay. Oh, Jesus! Here. Oh, my God. Jesus. Let me -- let me take -- I got to get a -- [ Sobbing ] Here, put that on. Something like that happens, seeing a dear friend sht up... yeah. ...shakes you right down to the very core, don't it? I know. I know that. It's terrible, and I am-- I am sympathetic. But you must understand that we need them pills. I know. I know you do. Now, there's another clinic out on dove creek. It just opened -- No, I can't. Okay, baby. I understand. It just opened. You can't go there. [ Chuckles ] Did I ever tell you about my upbringing? My -- my parents raised me in a commune of sorts. [ Chuckles ] [ Laughing ] They did. I wouldn't call it hippie, exactly. It was mostly dope farmers. But strange as that group was... As strange as it was, we were a family. We looked after each other. Mm-hmm. Just like we do here. I know. I know you do. I know. Now, try to see it from my side. It ain't easy looking after you girls. There's doctors and clothing and food, whatnot, right? Whoring don't nearly pay the bills. It's them pills that keeps a roof over our heads. Please get someone else. No. Nope, nope, nope, nope. This is on you. Like everyone else, you must be willing to make a sacrifice. Listen to me. Listen to me. Now, poor Trixie gave her life. For what? [ Sobbing ] It's your turn. Come on, now. No. Yeah. Now, hold on. You will lay your fear aside and do what needs to be done. Now, don't you come back till you got everything I need. [ Beep ] [ Ringing ] Winona: Hi. You've reached Winona. I can't get to the phone right now, but if you'll leave a mess-- [ Beep ] Tom: The good doctor stern there had Arlo's name in his phone. Raylan: So does every doctor in the county, I imagine. Tom: Raylan, you trying to tell me you had no idea what was going on in this house? Raylan: Tom. I had no idea what was going on in this house when I lived here. Anything on that bolo? Tom: No. Is everything okay? Raylan: Yeah. But it'd be a big help if I thought you could handle this. Tom: Yeah. Raylan: Just go talk to Arlo, huh? Tom: We did talk to Arlo. Raylan: And? Tom: He told us to direct any questions we might have to his son, the U.S. marshal. [ Police radio chatter ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Indistinct conversations ] This includes your fake MRI and new I.D. Make sure you go over it all before you meet with the doctor. Come on. Got people waiting. I'm good. You good? Shit, girl. What does that even mean -- you "good"? Oh, I just, uh... Boyd: Mr. Limehouse. Ava: Sir. You two hungry? I got a new blend on that spicy sauce. Ava: [ Chuckles ] [ Chuckles ] [ Tapping ] [ Sighs ] So, what's on your mind? Boyd: Well, the night I came out to see you on the bridge, you told me something about my business that even I didn't know. And I got to wondering, how come you know so much about me while I know so little about you? You know him? That's A.C. Coleman. Family been here long as mine-- part of the original group deeded this holler by Jeremiah and Eliza Noble. What about him -- the big boy with the plate of ribs? He look familiar to you? Jennings. Who this is? Boyd Crowder. Daddy was Bo. dad. Brother named Bowman. Also dad. And if I may say so, Boyd done done a lot of things that leave me right surprised he's sitting here. It's always been our business to know you. Us knowing is the business of this holler. Now, why you don't know us is a question that you are welcome to ponder once you leave away from around here. Boyd: Well, our Oxy clinic got ht this morning. I imagine you know that, too. I do. Boyd: Well, I've been thinking it was Frankfort -- a man named Quarles with whom I've recently become acquainted. But before I ht back and start a wr, I need to know everything I can about what transpired. The people who bank with me are the ones who have access to the things I know. Boyd: Well, I'm glad you said that because I've thinking about moving all my cash with a Ellstin Limehouse up in Nobles Holler. [ Laughs ] Well, I can't speak to Frankfort, but what I do know is two of the victims was your people, and the third was a young working girl named Trixie. Ava: [ Clears throat ] Boyd: [ Sighs ] Ava: You still think Limehouse had something to do with it? Boyd: I do not know. Ava: Wasn't acting like a guilty man. And Johnny's right -- Quarles has every reason to come after us. Boyd: Yeah, but Quarles is a very smart man, and for him to make a run at us like this-- that's mighty brazen. [ Sighs ] You know anything about Trixie? Ava: Worked at Audry's. She's joined at the hip to another girl over there -- Ellen May. Boyd: Well, maybe I should get down to Audry's and have a chat with Ellen May. Ava: Mm. Boyd: What? Ava: I'm thinking she might be more likely to open up to a woman. Arlo: Come in here, moving the furniture, hiding my shit... God damn it, woman. I don't find them, I'm gonna lay a strap across your back. [ Footsteps approach ] Raylan: Who you talking to? Arlo: Sneak up on a man like that a good way to get yourself sht. Raylan: By you in your boxer shorts there? I think I got the drop on you this time, Arlo. Arlo: What the hell do you want? Raylan: You know why I'm here. Arlo: I already told that pencil-dick statie I got nothing to say. Raylan: You said more than that. Arlo: That's right. "Talk to Raylan," I said. Raylan: All right, look. I know you don't give a shit about me or my job, and I've given up expecting you to act right. But you know the position you're putting me in here, Arlo? Arlo: Missionary. Raylan: You want to die in prison, arlo, just say the word. I'll help make it happen. Arlo: You? [ Laughs ] All I got to do is raise my hand. You'll go running to Helen like a little girl. Raylan: I don't got time for this bullshit. Tell me what was going on over there. And don't say you were honoring her memory by setting up an Oxy clinic in her home. Arlo: I didn't set nothing up. Was just helping the boy. Raylan: What boy? Arlo: The Crowder boy. Raylan: Boyd?! Arlo: Hell, yes, Boyd. Ain't Bowman. He's dad. Now go on. Find something to do. I'm busy here. [ Crying ] Come here. Now, it pains me to do this to you, truly. But you've got to learn accountability, just like I had to. No, no! I-I went to the -- I went to the trailer. I went, but -- but the guy who klled Trixie was there. And he recognize you? Did he recognize you?! I don't think so! I don't think so. [ Gasping ] I need you to understand that you have failed me twice. Now, you remember that. [ Sobbing ] [ Screams ] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Send him down right away. We got a lot of exciting things going on down here. I'm sure Sammy would love to see it. Uh-huh. Okay. We'll be expecting him. Okay. Bye-bye. Get me everything you can find on the good marshal Givens. Wynn: Is there a problem? Yeah. His interest in me is drawing attention. Wynn: From whom? I was just informed that someone in the Lexington FBI office is asking questions about me, and I'm assuming it is at Givens' behest. If the marshal keeps coming and it becomes necessary to apply pressure, I want to know exactly where to squeeze. Wynn: Sure thing, boss. "Boss." [ Chuckles ] I like that. You're a good man, Wynn. I'll see you soon. Wynn: Yeah. [ Muffled shouting ] It just occurred to me. I completely -- [ Punch lands ] [ Muffled shouting ] [ Punch lands ] [ Muffled shouting ] Hello, beautiful. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Can I help you? Ava: I doubt it. Excuse me. Now, wait a second, darling. Where's the fre? You know who I am? Ava: Mnh-mnh. I'm Delroy, the owner of this establishment. Ava: I thought Nicky Cush ran Audry's. No, Nicky decided it was time to move on to greener pastures. Ava: Oh. Well, in that case, I'm Ava. Hello, Ava. Want to have a sit? Ava: Sure. Now, if you are the man in charge, then maybe you can help me. Please tell me you've come here looking for a job, darling, 'cause I forgot to play the lottery this week, and you, right here, are the winning ticket. Ava: [ Laughs ] That's sweet. But I already got a job. See, I work at the Cut & Color in Corbin. Yeah. Ava: A while back, I did a favor for one of your girls -- Ellen May? Then I got hurt, so I was laid up for a while, and now I need the cash. Well, hell, if it's cash you need, you ought to consider my offer. Ditch the burnt-out permanents and the church-lady blue rinses. That's a waste of you. Ava: Yeah. I don't... I guess I'd just rather get what's owed me and be on my way. All right. Well, Ellen May ain't feeling well. She didn't come in. I haven't seen her all day. Ava: What happened there? Yard work. Some weeds needed to be dealt with. Ava: Well, thank you. You change your mind, you know where to find me. Ava: Oh. Have a good day, now, Ava. Ava: You too. Ava. I wouldn't do that. When Delroy sees you heading for the trailers, he's gonna do to you what he already done to Ellen May. You don't remember me, do you? I'm Jennifer Corliss. But everybody, they call me -- Ava: Call you J.J. You were a year behind me in high school. Middle school. I never made it to high school. Ellen May, she don't owe you money, do she? Ava: No, she doesn't. Is this something to do with what she saw in that clinic? Boyd: And this woman, she thinks Ellen May witnessed the whole thing? Ava: Yep. But Ellen May's back in her trailer, and I can't get to her without Delroy seeing. Boyd: Uh-huh. Ava, honey, you hold tight. I'll get right back to you. Everybody, join me in a toast. To celebrate the presence of a genuine United States marshal, next round is on me. Raylan: You gonna pay for that with the money you made selling Oxy at my aunt's house? Boyd: I'm gonna go confer with my friend. Now, remember, we on the honor system. Boyd: Raylan, let me just say -- Raylan: So, this is the new you, huh? Bartending, pushing pills. Moved on from swastika and rocket launchers. Boyd: Well, the truth be told, Raylan, these days I'm doing whatever I can to make ends meet. Raylan: Oh, is that what was going down at Helen's house? That was just you making ends meet. Boyd: Look, I am sorry your name got dragged into this, Raylan. Raylan: I bet. Boyd: But with everything that is going on in this county, I am not the problem. Raylan: It's the Jews... or the blacks. Maybe it's the Muslims. The Taliban got you down? I know it's anyone but you, Boyd, so, tell me, who is the problem this time? Boyd: Well, it's funny that you bring it up that way because I've been thinking about that question all day long. Raylan: I bet. Boyd: Now, I think -- I think... Raylan: Mm-hmm. Boyd: ...If you were to go down to Audry's, Ava's there. Raylan: Stop talking and listen. You want to run your hillbilly heroin fiefdom up here, that's between you and the great state of Kentucky. I got no interest in shitkicker-on-shitkicker crime. But you will not drag me into this. Now, next time you set up any operation in this county or anywhere else, it better not have my gddmn family name on the deed, or, so help me God, I'll lose this star, and the dance we do subsequent to that will not end with you finding Jesus in a hospital bed. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Go see Ava. Raylan: You love it, don't you? Getting the law to do your dirty work. Boyd: Well, I got a big tnk, Raylan. It does save on gas. Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Beep ] Boyd: Raylan is on his way to you. Raylan: [ Sighs ] What you got for me? Ava: It's nice to see you, too. Raylan: What you got for me? [ Whimpers ] Ava: God damn it. [ Mutters ] Raylan: Ellen May? Oh, my God. Marshal. Hi. Raylan: You remember me this time, huh? Ava: Oh. You two know each other? Raylan: Yeah, we've met. Ava: Sit down, honey. Did Delroy do that to you? Oh, is it that bad? Ava: I've seen worse. Hey. Now, if you dissolve some salt in hot water, dip some cotton balls in it, and put it on your bruises, it'll keep them from getting darker. Raylan: Rough day, Ellen? It's -- it's been a tough year, marshal. Raylan: I'm sorry to hear it. So, you guys here for, um... Ava: No. No? Raylan: No. You're here for the Oxy clinic. Okay. [ Door opens ] [ Laughs ] Shit, I guess my invite to this little "partay" got lost in the mail. Raylan: No, actually, you just weren't invited. No, see, this here is my partay, and if you want to partake, you got to see me first. Do you understand? Raylan: Yeah, I do. But not today. Today's opposite day. So if you got business in here, you need to go outside and wait your turn. Yeah? And what if I got no patience and I hate waiting? Raylan: Shit. I didn't bring a Knfe. That jewelry -- it's your lucky day. Raylan: Go outside and wait your turn. Seeing as you're the law, you got three minutes. Then I'm coming back in here. Raylan: I'm looking forward to it. Yeah. Raylan: Ellen May, however you want this to go down, I will try to oblige. But I need you to tell me what you know. [ Sighs ] [ Laughs ] You're lucky, Tex, 'cause you had about 10 seconds left before I -- ooh! Shit! Raylan: Haul your ass in for beating her, but a few hours, she'd probably be the one who bailed you out, sad as it is. So here's the deal. I'm gonna leave you both here, but I need her kept safe. You understand? Anything happens to her, I'm gonna hold you personally responsible. So, what are you gonna do? You have no ide-- ooh! Oh! Raylan: Hey. What are you gonna do? Make sure Ellen May don't get hurt. Ava: Thanks for coming by, Raylan. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Hey, I think we got a problem. All right, that's it for today! Everyone move on out! Get in the cab. When he gets inside, you punch it-- you understand me? Got it. Raylan: Where's everybody going? Afraid it's about closing time for us. Raylan: Oh, yeah? You just close up and move on, huh? Like the circus. Community clinic. Raylan: Hold up. Are you a bearded lady? No, sir. We're a legitimate health organization. Raylan: Oh, yeah? Well, I got a few more questions. Do you mind? Sure thing. After you. Raylan: No, no. After you. That's quite a limp you got there. Yeah. Old football injury. Raylan: That right? Tell me what you know about the Oxy clinic over on Indian line. Nothing. Raylan: You sure? You fit the description of a man an eyewitness described mrder three people there this morning. [ gn ] [ Screams ] [ Coughing ] Raylan: [ Breathing heavily ] [ Police radio chatter ] Raylan: Still no sign of the guy I threw out the trailer, huh? Tom: No. We got the dog teams coming out to search the woods, but he had a pretty good head start on us. Raylan: Yeah, I don't know how fast he'll be going. He ht the ground at a pretty good clip, plus he was limping to begin with. Tom: Is that right? Raylan: Keep me posted. Tom: I will. Nothing on the bolo? Tom: No. Sorry, Raylan. We got lucky last time. Raylan: Last time? Tom: Yeah. When you was in the hospital after you got sht, I guess nobody could find Winona, so Art had us put out a bolo on her. Raylan: I didn't know that. Tom: Yeah. One of our boys located her outside Louisville. Raylan: Louisville? Tom: Yeah. Raylan: Thanks. Tom: Sure. Wynn. [ Chuckles ] Well, you look like a man who has something to say. Wynn: There have been some interesting developments down in Harlan. I'm listening. Wynn: Boyd Crowder's Oxy clinic was ht this morning. Well, ain't that a kick in the head? Who do we have to thank for that? Wynn: It wasn't you? Oh. Little obvious for my tastes... Though I'm sure you won't be alone in thinking that I was responsible. Wynn: It may be a coincidence, but a few hours after the ht, Raylan Givens shut down our trailer. Gus was klled. Teddy and Tanner slipped away. [ Laughs ] Oh, shit. That's awesome. Wynn: Is it? Because that isn't the word I would have used. Oh, come on. That's not a bad trade-off -- losing a clinic but smoking out a dirty marshal in the process. Wynn: Raylan Givens never struck me as bent. Oh, come on. There's no way Givens is on to our clinic that fast without an inside lead. I'm just surprised that Crowder has that kind of pull. I mean, to have a marshal in your back pocket -- that is a big play. Wynn: Yeah. "Yeah" what? Wynn: Givens' father, arlo, is a part of Boyd's crew. Oh. So, how was your day, son? Was it a good day? Was it a productive day? Was it memorable? [ Scoffs ] How'd you figure it out? Is that really the question you want to ask me right now? I was gonna bring it to you soon as the dust settled. Dust settled -- shit. You still don't even know what you done, do you? I was just trying to clear the playing field. You know, get us control of things -- why? What? Say you was able to start a wr between Frankfort and Crowder. Nobody ever found out you fired the sht that started the whole thing, and they wipe each other off the face of this earth -- then what? Well, then we run this shit. Oh. So that's what you want. Be a gangster. Gold chains and champagne and the hos and shit. Oh, son. We have survived in these hills on our own for 15 decades by staying among ourselves. Yeah, but it ain't got to be like that anymore. When your foolishness brings this wr to our doorstep, how long do you think we gonna last then? What we got to be scared of? They got gn. We got gn, too. gn enough for the law? And for all the hillbillies that are gonna start taking it personal when we start klling white folks? They always wanted us gone, and now you done exposed us to every buried hate-filled desire in this county. And when the blood starts to spill, it will be on your hands. All right. You right. I stepped out. You gonna have to do what you gonna have to do, then, 'cause I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees. No. You ain't gonna get off that easy. Now, first, you gonna make things right with Trixie's family. That girl trusted us, and you done got her klled. And then you gonna make sure whoever you used to ht that clinic is either dad or silent. And then... then I suppose I'm gonna finish what you started. And you gonna be right there on the front line to watch all that you done created come to a head, one way or another. Raylan: [ Sighs ] No. Raylan: I haven't said anything. Well, when you do, the answer will be "No." Raylan: You never called me back. She's my baby sister, Raylan. Raylan: Well, I need to see her. Well, didn't we just cover that? Raylan: Look, it's not that simple, Gayle. I'm here on official business. You've got to be kidding. Raylan: All right. There are two ways this can go. You can go get her, or I'll come in and get her myself. Try it. Winona: Gayle, it's okay. Behave yourself. Winona: I guess you didn't read my note. Raylan: Oh, no. I read it. Both sentences, each so terse I figured you must have written it at gn. When I saw that Costa Rica shit on your computer, that's when I realized you took the gddmn money. Winona: What? What money? What are you talking about? Raylan: If you think I'm gonna help you put it back this time, then you really are crazy. Winona: You -- you came here because you thought I took evidence money to go to Costa Rica? Raylan, I know that note was abrupt, but that doesn't mean I -- Raylan: How about, "I'm sorry I wrote the note at all"? Winona: I didn't -- but I steal any money, Raylan. Raylan: Don't lie to me. Winona: I'm not lying to you. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Then why did you disappear like that? Winona: Because I found myself in the middle of an empty house almost two months' pregnant with nowhere to go. Raylan: I know. I'm supposed to have looked at some houses, and I haven't done that yet, but -- Winona: Raylan. Raylan: No, just listen to me. Can we get your stuff and get out of here? Winona: [ Sighs ] Raylan: I thought you wanted to go to Glynco anyway. Winona: Yeah, and since the last time you brought up Glynco, you've been sht. And I watched you sht a guy in your motel room -- the third guy, might I add, that you've sht in that motel room. So, you want me to raise a baby around that, Raylan? I can't do that. Raylan: Fine. Don't. Let's go. We can go to Glynco still. Winona: [ Scoffs ] Oh, my God. Raylan: What? Winona: Do you remember, when we were first married, that Tuesday-night poker game you used to go to? Come hell or high water, you never missed that poker game. You even -- you even chased a fugitive for three days straight without any sleep over a weekend, I swear to God, to go to that stupid poker game. Raylan: What's your point? Winona: My point is, if you wanted to change your life for me, Raylan, you would have done so by now. Raylan: [ Sighs ] So, that's it. You're gone, huh? Winona: I've been gone for weeks. [ Sighs ] I can't believe you thought I took that money again after all the shit we went through to put it back. Raylan: Saw all that Kenny Chesney on your computer, I figured you were capable of anything. Winona: I love Kenny Chesney. Raylan: Apparently you do. [ Chuckles, sighs ] So, what now, hmm? How does this work? Me and you apart and a baby between us? Winona: I don't know. But I know we still love each other. And we'll love the baby. And we'll figure it out. Raylan: We weren't even fighting. Art: Well, you know you're in trouble when the drums stop. Raylan: Says the man who knew she already left me just a few weeks ago. [ Glasses clink ] Art: I didn't know she'd leave you again. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] That's funny. Art: [ Chuckles ] Raylan, I thought she'd tell you herself. Raylan: Tim know? Rachel? Fantastic. Art: Well, now we need to talk about something awkward. Raylan: More awkward than what we just talked about? Art: [ Laughs ] Remember that bill that popped a couple months ago? Raylan: Are you joking? Art: Treasury called this morning. Another one popped. Raylan: Where? Art: El Paso. Raylan: El Paso? Well, has anyone talked to Charlie-- ask him to take a second look? Art: No. Charlie went home sick Tuesday, and I haven't been able to get in touch with him. Raylan: Well, I saw Charlie Tuesday. He seemed fine. Art: Did he, now? Where you heading? Wherever the road takes me. It's, uh, first day of retirement. First day of the rest of my life. Identification, please. You be careful. This is dangerous country, amigo... Filled with desperate men. [ Engine turns over ] [ Tires screech, engine revving ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "03x06 - When the g*n Come Out"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... What's that? Raylan: It's a driver's license. First name -- Waldo. Last name -- Truth. Arlo: Just put that bag back in the wall and forget about it. Raylan: I didn't say it was in the wall. That your son the marshal came to see you? Arlo: Why? Because I heard about a bag like that once before. Aah! Aah! Johnny: Well, what brings you to Harlan county? Boyd Crowder. Boyd: I need a little outside help, someone I can trust. This is a job interview now? Boyd: It's a job. Oh, my God. Is this real? It's from a church. Got some religious screed on the other side. Now, I see a lot of new faces here today. How about you? Yes, you. [ Gasps ] gddmn. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Yeah. We're getting good at that. Raylan: Getting? You ever hear the expression "A woman needs a reason. All a man needs is a place"? Raylan: I would argue that everyone needs a place. I might argue that you're missing the point. Raylan: No, I -- I think I understand. Oh, I'm afraid I have to stop you right there, cowboy -- not that I don't appreciate the thought. Raylan: Where are you going? Well, I know it's not as pressing as catching a fugitive, but a bar without booze is a sad place. Raylan: I'll do it. You want to handle the bar deliveries? Raylan: How hard could it be, huh? Hmm. I know you weren't trying to be insulting, so I'm just gonna let that one slide. Raylan: I want you to stay right there -- just like that. [ Sighs ] [ Horn blares ] Raylan: Whatever it is, go ahead and bring it on in. I'll sign for it. Oh, I ain't got a delivery. Raylan: In that case, sorry, buddy. We are closed. Oh, that's cool. I'm just gonna get myself a beer. Raylan: That's funny. I thought I just said -- You work here? Raylan: Actually, no. But you're taking deliveries. Raylan: Just trying to do a favor for a friend. That must be one hell of a friend. Raylan: She is. Mm-hmm. I get it. Is that the blonde or the brunette? Raylan: Is that why you're here? Man, maybe I'm just here for a beer. Raylan: Don't be embarrassed. That's why most guys come here. [ Thud ] Who are you, man? Raylan: I'm Raylan. I'm the guy telling you it's time to go. Oh, you think you could make me? Raylan: Really? I'm probably gonna walk out that door, but, if I don't, do you think you could make me? Raylan: I don't know, and I'd rather not find out. [ Chuckles ] Okay, man. It's cool. I'm just messing with you. Raylan: [ Chuckling ] Oh, okay. [ Thud ] Ava: Unh-unh. Why would I order two more cases of that shit? I got three I can't move as it is. Gone on. Get it out of here. Hey, tell Shelly to call me when she gets in. [ Sighs ] What happened to you last night? It's bad enough you're sh*ting the customers. Then you no-show? Sorry. I wasn't feeling well. Ava: You're not leaving me with a lot of options here, Ellen May. I lied, Ava. I was feeling fine. Actually, I -- I never felt better in my whole life. I wrote this down so I-- so I wouldn't forget. "My soul finds rest in God alone. My salvation comes from him." That's from palms, number 62. Ava: You mean psalms. Oh. Ava: You found God? That's what this is? I need to save my soul, Ava, before it's too late. Ava: I saved your soul. Remember? Not God or Jesus Christ-- me and my gn. I know. Uh, that's why I'm here. I was just gonna leave, but I wanted to come and return the favor. Ava: Excuse me? See, Billy says it's never too late to live a righteous life. Ava: "Billy says," huh? Uh-huh. He says that we control our destiny, and God will forgive us if we just -- if we just change our ways. Ava: You're a whore, Ellen May. And if that ain't enough, you and me -- we klled a man. We dumped his body down a mine shaft without ceremony. There ain't no salvation for people like us. Johnny, stay. We're just about done. Come here. You will be back at work tonight, or you won't ever set foot in this place again. We clear? Yeah? Yeah. Art: Pappy van winkle. Holy shit. What's the occasion? Well, from what I understand, you're about to have a birthday. Art: Actually, I turned 56 last Thursday. Well, there you go. Happy belated birthday. Art: You didn't know that, huh? Have a seat. I appreciate the gesture. It's nothing. How's Leslie? Art: Oh, she's good. Talking about buying an airstream now. Could be fun. Art: Oh, yeah. Lots of time together in a close space-- that'd be good for the marriage. How's life in bowling green? More arrests than any office our size, under budget every year, almost no incidences. Art: Of course you don't have any incidences. 'Cause all your fugitives are pussies. [ Chuckles ] A fugitive is a fugitive. Art: Shit. I bet I got marshals that are more trouble than your fugitives. Come on, Art. Art: No, you came here about the job, right? You need to hear about this. I got a young kid here -- decorated snper in Iraq wr, army ranger, I don't know how many kills he had, always looking to kll somebody else, probably got PTSD, probably an alcoholic. Not a matter of if that powder keg is gonna blow but when. I got a lady marshal here -- brought in two of the top 15 fugitives to this office, but she's always trying to prove herself. I thought she was gonna be the one that would take this office over after I got ready to retire, but now she's left her husband. So, it's gonna be fun to monitor her emotional state over the next year -- see if she can keep it together. Then I got a local boy -- born in Harlan county, been investigated so many times internal affairs has got him on speed dial. Father's in prison for mrder two people, including a state trooper, and his daddy klled somebody else last night in prison, and I get to be the one to tell him about it. Unless you'd like to stick around and do it. I mean, the key to it's just to talk about it like you're talking about the weather. Don't get all emotional and shit. [ Sighs ] That's a $200 bottle of bourbon, Art. Art: I intend to enjoy every drop of it, Patrick. Thanks for stopping by. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: When? Art: Last night. Right after lockdown. Raylan: He's been questioned? Art: Apparently, he didn't have much to say. Raylan: Who did he kll, again? Art: Sam Porter -- Dixie mafia thug, served eight years of a 10-year stint for attempted mrder, trustee with the prison. Raylan: I know this dude. Art: You do? Raylan: He was in the room last night when I showed Arlo the bag. Art: What bag? Raylan: The bag I showed him last night. Art: Raylan, on a scale from one to a shit load, how much do you need to tell me right now? [ Thud ] So, Arlo didn't say anything about the I.D. or the bag? Raylan: Just got him to admit he knew it was hidden in the wall. Art: Why would your father do that? Raylan: Why would he hide a Panamanian diplomatic bag in the wall or mrder someone for just laying eyes on it? Art: Either. Both. Raylan: You could ask him. I get the feeling he ain't gonna say much. Art: Well, then, maybe we need to ask him. Waldo Truth. Ava: It could be a coincidence. Johnny: One dealer gets turned, I might by that. But a dealer and a hooker? No, that feels like we got a target on our backs. Boyd: Did Ellen May say how she came to be acquainted with our new friend, preacher Billy? Ava: No. But whatever he said to her, she is mighty convinced. Johnny: Why don't we take a drive over there and see what this kid's got to say? Boyd: This church is a nuisance and nothing more. Johnny: I can go alone if you want. Boyd: What I want is for you to find out why our sales have dropped off. Like I asked you to do, Johnny. Johnny: This church is the reason. Boyd: People in Harlan county still party on Friday and Saturday night and get saved on Sunday morning. Now, is there anything else you want to discuss, or are you good? Johnny? Johnny: I'm good. Ava: Little rough on him. Nuisance or worse, it's not a bad idea going down there to see what this church is all about. Boyd: I don't like churches, Ava. Ava: Okay. Boyd: Close that door. Tim: Extortion, evading arrest, asault with deadly wapon, grand theft auto, extortion count two, D&D, B&E, DMZ -- Raylan: DMZ?! Tim: Making sure you're still paying attention. Raylan: All that just for one family? Tim: No, that's actually all just Jud Truth, Waldo's oldest, but the rest of them are all similarly decorated. Grandson Milo is 13. He spent three months in juvie last year for pissing on a cop. Raylan: Jesus. Are you sure you want to go with us, Art? Tim: He's got a point, boss. I mean, hell, their dog's in the pound. Art: You know the best barbecue I ever had was in Versailles? That's where Waldo is. I don't want to miss out on that brisket. Art: Why don't you tell us why you're going? Hmm? Of all the fugitives that have come across our desk of late, why you got to go on this one? Art: Because for 30 years, this office dropped the ball on apprehending a federal fugitive that was collecting a draw check. And I, personally, want to be the one to cross that off the books. Raylan: Is that what it is? Art: That's what it is. And also that mystery-bag thing's giving me a little bit of a marshal stiffy. Tim: That's a nice image. Art: Any other questions or concerns here? Raylan: Are you driving? Art: No. Boss doesn't drive, unless he wants to, and I don't want to. But we are gonna stop for lunch before we get to the Truths' in case you sht one of them. Then we won't get to go after. [ Sighing ] Okay. Oh, we watch them for a few hours every day. Allow their parents to go to job interviews, run a few errands, take a few minutes alone, if that's what they need. Oh, that's so nice of you. Yeah, well, we, ourselves, believe that what we're doing is just a drop in the ocean, but the ocean will be less because of that missing drop. I'm Cassie. Oh, um...I'm Ellen May. Yeah. I remember you from last night. Is there something we can do for you? I was hoping -- is Billy around? Mm, I'm afraid he's busy. Oh. Okay. Maybe there's something I can do. Ah, no. I think I just -- I just really need to talk to Billy. Well, you can always try back later. I thought I heard your voice. It's nice to see you again. I don't mean to be a bother. Oh, nonsense. No, I needed the break. Well, I'll leave you two alone. Ellen May. Bye. Surprised to see you here again so soon. So, what is it I can do for you? Um... well, I just -- I just wanted to say...how much I appreciate your taking an interest in me. Um... but I don't -- I don't think I can be a part of your church. If -- if I may ask, what has turned you so quickly away from us? Um... sit. Oh, well, I know how you said that, uh...that God loves everybody. Yes, he does. And that Jesus forgives us our sins if...we just embrace him into our hearts. Oh, I did some terrible things, Billy. Oh, Ellen May -- [ Voice breaking ] No, I mean...like unspeakable, awful things. Things that -- things that nobody could ever forgive. It's not true. None among us are without sin. The severity of your transgressions pales in comparison to your commitment to salvation -- the good you do going forward. "For God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world, but so that the world, through him, might be saved." That's real pretty. [ Laughs ] But I thought that -- that some people just can't be saved, no matter what. Who planted that seed in your mind? Is it those for whom you have compromised yourself? They done -- they done good things for me, too. They are trying to shame you, Ellen May. No. Shame you into believing you are less than the beautiful, special creature that you are, and they do so out of their own fear and greed. Come here. Now, listen to me. Do you want to be a part of this? More than -- more than anything in the world. Then it will be so. And we will shame those who attempt to poison your mind with guilt and sadness, and you will know what true peace and happiness can be. Oh. [ Cheering ] ♪ ♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] Let's do this! Yeah! [ Cheering continues ] Yeah! Let's do this! [ Grunts ] [ Cheering continues ] [ Grunts ] gddmn, man. Quit that shit. Well, stop trying to stand up, I'll stop hitting you. Boyd: [ Whistles ] Oh, shit. [ Laughs ] He keeps trying to stand up. Boyd: Uh, any reason why he shouldn't? On my last tour, so, they transfer me from Iraq to Bagram air base in Afghanistan. Much prettier than I expected. Boyd: Really? Oh, man. They got poppy fields, got snow-capped mountains in the wintertime. It's beautiful. Hey, that's an awful nice story, but what -- [ gn cocks ] It is rude to interrupt people, Danny. Don't you think? Don't do that again. Where was I? Boyd: Uh, snow-capped mountains. D-d-doesn't really matter. Besides all that, mostly the same shit, you know? A lot of guys, a few years in, looking for ways to cope, but what they can find in Afghanistan that they did not find in Iraq -- heroin. Boyd: Really? After awhile, I can spot a doper from a hundred yards away just by the hitch in his step. So, when I spot Danny here lurking around Audry's place, I take a chance. I shake him down. You were right. Church ain't your only problem. Boyd: [ Sighs ] You selling heroin in my backyard, son. When my people hear about this, you two is gonna wish you was dad. Boyd: Well, maybe I got a death wish, but I'd like to talk to your people. You got a phone number? Hey. Address. Frankfort. Boyd: Frankfort? Ava: Boyd! You got to come see this. ♪ Yes, we'll gather at the river ♪ ♪ the beautiful, the beautiful river ♪ ♪ gather with the saints at the river ♪ ♪ that flows by the throne of God ♪ Boyd: Now, that's a pretty nameplate. Well, I always feel that this office and me have been a pretty good fit. Boyd: Why, you nervous, Shelby? 'Cause we're way past the point of guilty by association. Why don't you have a seat? Did you have any luck looking into that church? Do you happen to recall a phone conversation we had a few months back? Boyd: I believe we had a couple of phone conversations a few months back. The one where I expressed my opinion that we were square. Boyd: Well, now, Shelby, I thought we were a circle. I can't be part of your business anymore, Boyd. I will turn my head as far as I can without breaking my neck, but this can't continue. Boyd: Well, Shelby, don't think of this as a nefarious interaction so much as a concerned citizen reaching out to his sheriff in an attempt to protect the good people of Harlan county. Now, I believe we might have a cult in our midst. [ Sighs ] If I give you this, we're done. No slips of the mind, no "one more favor" -- done. Boyd: Whatever you say, Shelby. Billy and his sister been in five cities in three years, each one more desperate and beaten-down than the last. They set up shop, recruit locals, preach their gospel, and then, after a few months, they move along. No trouble with the law as far as I could find. Boyd: So Billy and his sister move into a town in its time of need, chip away at the criminal element's enterprise till they got no choice but to pay them off. Harlan is far from thriving, and folks pouring what little they got into drugs and whores ain't gonna get it back on track. This church might just be trying to help. Boyd: Well, you see it your way. I see it mine. Thought it was supposed to be $500 if I won, plus a cut of the action. You're new around here. Folks bet less on fights between fighters they don't know. Just be glad you didn't lose. How do I know you ain't shorting me? You don't. But you came to me looking for action, not the other way around. What, I got to fight again? You don't got to worry about that. Rufus don't fight. Well, what about that other thing? How soon can your boys get what I want? Well, you got the money? You get the cash. I'll make the call. Until then, get your white-trash ass off my property. Rufus, clean this shit up. Hey! I said, "Hey!" You cost us money. Sorry about that. I don't think you are. You're right. I'm not. So, how's about you make it up to us-- pay us back out of your winnings? Well, that ain't gonna happen. But I tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a free piece of advice. Next time...bet on me. Don't fix to wait that long. Y'all really want to do this? You ain't that tough. Besides, there's two of us. [ Grunts ] I thought you said there were two of you. Well, what about your money? Keep it! Too late for that. Please, don't! I'm sorry! [ Grunts ] [ Laughing ] What are you doing? Tapping out? There ain't no referee. [ Strained ] Can't breathe. I know you can't breathe, dumbass. I got you in a choke hold. You know what we used to do to boys back home when they get tough? We raccoon them. You know what that is? [ Gasping ] Now, tomorrow, when you wake up, you're gonna have a couple of nice shiners to show all your boys. Raylan: [ Snores ] Art: [ Taps leg ] Raylan: What? Is someone here? Art: You were snoring. Raylan: So, no one's here. Tim: You were snoring real loud. Raylan: What time is it? Art: Why? You got somewhere you need to be? Raylan: I got a 6:00 Pilates class I was hoping to make. Art: Well, this is the job, Raylan. Long as somebody might come up and take a draw check out of that mailbox, we wait. Tim: I think he was joking, boss. Art: Really? Was he? 'Cause I couldn't tell. Raylan: I'm sorry. What are we talking about? Art: Where were you yesterday? Raylan: Why? Did something happen? Art: No. Raylan: So, what's the problem? Art: You're keeping addict hours. You come in late, you leave early, you're haggard -- it's like the baby's already been born. Raylan: I don't know what you're talking about. Art: Tim? Tim: I'd rather not take sides. Raylan: Thank you. Art: Well, would you rather do morning prisoner transport for the next six months? Tim: You do seem a little tired. Art: No shit. The question is, why? Tim: The smart money in the office pool is on exotic dancing. Raylan: What's your money on, Art? Art: No. Mine's on nothing, 'cause I know that you know that it's against marshal service policy for you to do anything on the side, exotic or otherwise. Raylan: You know what we should have done? We should have brought a bottle of pappy van winkle. Tim: You got a bottle of pappy? Raylan: No, but Art does. Patrick Massett brought one by to him. Art: Don't change the subject. Tim: What did he want? Art: He didn't want anything. Raylan: He read the announcement. He wants Art's job. It's why Art's probably with us now, in fact. Art: Raylan. Raylan: I'm just saying, we can talk about it if you'd like. Art: Raylan. Raylan: Hmm? Tim: That's the grandson, Milo. [ Car door opens ] Art: No, no, no. Don't get too close. You'll spook him. Let's just follow him in the car. [ Engine turns over ] Shit. He made us. Raylan: You see him? Tim: I got him. He's up there on the right. Help! We've got some pervies! Perverts! Perverts! Help! I'm being chased by perverts! All right, now, you perverts can go ahead and stop right there. Raylan: We ain't perverts. U.S. marshals. We need you to put those gn down. Marshals, my ass. These perverts was following me. You got any proof that you're federals? Art: You put the wapon down, we'll show you some badges. Badges? Shit, I seen one badge, I've seen a hundred of them. Tim: You must be Jud. That's right. Tim: You're the one stole the ambulance, ran it across the county, and then tried to jump Benedict creek? You heard about that, huh? Tim: Yeah, I heard about that. You know what happened when they tried arresting me, then. Tim: Nope. If you did, you'd know you'd better get your sorry government asses out of here. Raylan: We ain't here for you, Jud. You got 10 seconds. Art: This doesn't have to go wrong, son. Well, that's on you. Five seconds. Tim: Hey, he's stealing your bit. Raylan: Any of you so much as flinch, we're gonna put you down. You're gonna die right in front of your kin. That what you want? Don't matter to me. Y'all all right with it? Yep. Never thought I'd live this long. What is going on out here?! These perverts was chasing me. They don't look like perverts. Well, maybe that one. They say they's federals. Art: We're U.S. marshals, ma'am. Marshals. That's fancy. You best go on ahead and state your business. Art: Just looking for Waldo Truth. My husband? He ain't here. If you want to leave a means to get in touch, when he stumbles home, I'll holler. Art: But, just so you understand, till we meet Waldo, we're gonna put a stop to those disability checks. Hell you are. Bullshit! Y'all ain't gonna take our draw. Lower those gddmn gn! You want to start sh*ting with my grandbabies right here? I'm sorry about them. Nelly, get inside and start calling around for Waldo, would you? Sure, mama. You ain't gonna take our draw. I met Waldo at the drive-in. I was there with my first husband, Kyle Lee. Kyle went off to pee, and Waldo slid right into the car. Started chatting me up. I shut him down, showed him my ring, told him, "This snatch is off limits." You know what he said? Raylan: I can only imagine. He said, "I got a goldfish." Art: Pardon? That was my response, too, marshal. "The hell did you just say?" So, Waldo says, "I have a goldfish." So I say, "What the hell does your goldfish have to do with me being married?" So he says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we were talking about shit that don't matter." [ Laughter ] The most romantic thing a man ever said to me. Art: Yep. I'll bet it was. Are y'all sure you won't have a drink? Tim: That's not allowed, but thanks for the offer. So, what do y'all want to talk to Waldo about? He done something bad? Art: Young fella, you do understand that we are federal officers, right? So, he did do something bad. Tim: I think he's referring to the pot. Oh, I got the glaucoma -- real bad. It is difficult to see your children suffer. Know what I found to be the secret to raising kids is? Raylan: Do tell. Hello? You got to -- Waldo, come on in. Tim: Mr. Truth, just stop right there. Well, look at this. Got the whole family together. That warms my soul. It really does. Art: We just have a few questions. Uh, now, you'll understand if I greet my wife first. Tim: He's all right. Art: Sure. [ Chuckles ] Oh. [ Smooches ] You look real nice, mother. Thank you. All right, then, gentlemen. I'm Waldo Truth. What is it I can do for you? Art: Just have a seat right here and let me see some I.D., please. Uh, certainly. Let's see. I got my, uh, official state card here. It's, uh, not a very good picture of me. And I got my social security card here, too. Tim: You're the same Waldo Truth convicted of armed robbery back in 1971, served 11 years? We all make mistakes, but I paid for mine. I lived it nice and clean ever since. Raylan: Does this look familiar? Uh... Art: That was found inside a Panamanian diplomatic pouch that we believe was carrying some illicit material. I'm afraid you lost me now. Tim: Do you know Arlo Givens? Arlo who? Art: That's the man who had the bag with the I.D. in it. You know, I'm sorry. I just can't help you. Raylan: But you are, in fact, Waldo Truth? Oh, yeah. I'm Waldo Truth. Raylan: Well, then, you're under arrest. What for? Tim: Y'all just stay right where you are. Parole violation back in '82. Art: Yeah, the records were misplaced, but you're a wanted fugitive, Waldo. No, no, no, no. Hold on. Hold on. You never let me finish my story from earlier. I ain't Waldo Truth. gddmn you, Harold! My real name is Harold Shawn, Jr. I'm gonna cut your balls off. Harold, shut up! You never told me that Waldo was wanted! Look, I only came to know mother here and the family 15 years or so ago. I agreed to help keep the draw going and pretend I'm Waldo. Raylan: Where is Waldo? Tim: Shit. You ain't gonna take our draw. You gave him a gn? We agreed it was time. Raylan: Mrs. Truth, tell the boy to put down the gn. Milo, honey. You can't sht a federal. Put that gn down right now. Oh, I'll put it down, soon as these shit-heads get -- get off me, pervert! Raylan: You stay right there, on your ass. All right. Here's the deal, people. We are gonna haul your asses in for harboring a fugitive, thrat a federal officer, possession and distribution of narcotics, mail fraud, identity theft, and some other shit that I'm sure we're gonna find here. So, congrats. A draw check is now the least of your gddmn concerns, and I think I'll start with you, ma'am. I don't know where Waldo is. Raylan: Is that right? I hadn't seen him in almost 30 damn years, not since that man came and took him away. Raylan: What man? What do you mean, "took him away"? He -- he said he had some job for him, he was some kind of pilot, and that Waldo wasn't coming back. Art: And you were okay with that? Of course I was. Waldo was an asshle. Tim: I thought he was romantic. Sure, until I said, "I do." After that, he'd bat on me like it was his job. We got in a fight so bad one time I sab him in the cheek. Raylan: You sab him in the face? No, honey. Not that cheek. You sold our daddy out? Waldo being gone was the answer to our prayers -- all of ours. Art: What was his name? The pilot that took Waldo? I don't know. Jew -- something like that. Art: Jew? Was it Drew? Drew Thompson? Yeah, that's it. How did you figure that? Raylan: Yeah. How did you figure that? Art: We're done here. Tim: We are? Art: Yep. Ma'am, you have a lovely family, and, uh, we wish the best of luck to all of you. We will be taking the gn, though. Let's go. I hereby baptize you in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy ghost, this water washing away all guilt from sin and cleansing your heart. Now, emerge -- reborn a child of God. Amen. [ Cheers and applause ] Amen. Congratulations. Boyd... Do not be alarmed. Boyd Crowder. I had, in fact, prayed that you and your friends might find your way into this tent. Boyd: Speak of the devil, and he will appear. "And these signs shall follow them that believe. In my name, they shall cast out devils." Boyd: Are you gonna cast me out, preacher? Is that why you're here? On the contrary, Boyd. I'd much rather bring you in. Let all here witness, that even the most prodigious sinners can become beacons of faith. Are you prepared to come forth and be saved? Well, what makes you think we need saving, preacher? Everyone here knows of you. I have been told personally how you exploit people for your own gain, and, as we know from Isaiah, "'There is no peace,' saieth the lord, 'unto the wicked.'" Boyd: Wicked? Well, I would never be so bold as to pass judgment against a man I do not know. But the hubris of making assumptions about a people and a place to which you are a foreigner strikes me as a grave sin, indeed. All souls here and those in the other towns I have served would testify to my integrity. Would they to yours? Boyd: You know, I once stood where you are now. Preaching to wayward souls, asking for their faith, and, in return, offering them eternal salvation. But, in the end, their faith was not rewarded. And mine was shattered. Is that why you are now pursuing this materialistic path? Boyd: Oh, we all got to eat, Billy. You got your collection plate, and I got mine. Every man here gives only as he is willing and able. Boyd: They stop giving to you in West Virginia? Or Tennessee before that? Is that why you move on the way you do? It is the lord who determines my path. In fact, he came to me in a dream. Gave onto me a prophetic vision of Harlan and its suffering. Boyd: Well, you know what the apostle John had to say about prophets. "Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether or not they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world." I look at you. I think about you moving from state to state, asking all these people for their hard-earned money, and offering them empty promises of salvation in return, and, I wonder, if when John wasn't talking about false prophets, he wasn't talking about you. Mr. Crowder's skepticism... is wise... and hard-earned. My struggle will never be as great as yours, for I sleep in the lord's warm embrace and will never know true cold or hunger. Yes. So, from this moment on, no member of this congregation shall give even one cent to this church... [ cheers ] ...for the man who hath a bountiful eye shall be blessed, and the man who giveth his bread to the poor shall never want. So, let all here bear witness, as I ask none of you to ever sacrifice the bread from your table in the name of this church ever again. Praise be to God. Praise be to God. Lord almighty, praise be to God. That didn't go so well. Boyd: Actually, Colton, I think we got exactly what we came here for. [ Cheers ] [ Chuckles ] Art: That was my second year. Drew Thompson pancaking into that driveway -- about the most exciting thing to happen in southeastern Kentucky since... Raylan: Electricity? Tim: Oh, they have that down there, now? Art: That was the day cocaine came to Harlan county. Oh, look. M.E.'s office sent this over about an hour ago. Guess what it says. Raylan: The body in the driveway had a scar on its ass? Tim: You gonna make another "marshal stiffy" comment? Art: I might. Raylan: Waldo Truth died in that driveway. Where the hell is Drew Thompson? Art: Well, I don't know. But I'll bet your daddy does. Boyd: Now, everybody in that church was smiling ear to ear except for his sister. Turn around! Now, Billy may answer to a higher power, but his sister's pulling all the strings. Now, we find out what it is she wants, and these flood waters will recede. Ava: What about Ellen May? Boyd: Well, Ava, I'm afraid she might have been swept away by this storm for good. I -- I know you liked her, baby, but, believe me, there's plenty other girls out there -- Ava: It ain't that, Boyd. What if, in her need to unburden her soul, she decides to divulge certain details about the mrder of a pimp? [ Door opens ] Boyd: Wynn Duffy. Why, Duffy's people, meet my people. My people, meet Wynn Duffy's people. Wynn: Slow night? Boyd: Uh, we, uh, closed for remodeling. Wynn: I hope he's not your interior decorator. Boyd: No, actually. He's the reason why you're here. Wynn: Now I'm confused. Boyd: Well, we caught this young man selling Dixie mafia heroin out back. Wynn: Uh...what makes you so sure he's one of mine? Boyd: Well, his driver's license said Frankfort, for one. Wynn: Well, I didn't go to law school, but I believe that's what the attorneys call "circumstantial evidence." Boyd: Which is why I sent my boys up to Frankfort to buy some of your heroin. Now, these...we got off Danny, here. And...these we bought at the corner of third and Jefferson. I believe that's in your zip code, is it not? Now, I didn't go to law school, either, but I believe that's what they would call "a smoking gn." Wynn: Mr. Crowder, I have many men in my employ. If one of them strayed, I can only apologize and say, "It will not happen again." Boyd: Well, you got me all wrong, Wynn. I don't want an apology! I want to be your partner. I would like to be your distributor of heroin in Harlan county. Now, I figure we split it right down the middle. You and me, we could both make out pretty well. Wynn: But even if I were looking for a partner -- which I'm not, by the way -- it would have to be someone I could trust. Boyd: Well, you can trust me. Wynn: But I don't even trust the way you just now said I could trust you. Boyd: [ Chuckles ] Well, I was hoping not to have to go down this road, but if you want Danny to leave this room alive, I'd ask you to reconsider my offer. Wynn: Any dealer silly enough to poach your territory is not welcome in my crew. Boys, if you would. I'm sorry about the mess. Boyd: Uh...we'll clean it up. Let's look at this as a first step in the trust direction. Wynn: Well, that's mighty Christian of you. If there's nothing else, I'm gonna leave now. Boyd: Um, no. Wynn: Oh, you know what? Since we're being...so chummy. You wouldn't have any idea why Arlo Givens mrder that Dixie mafia soldier in Tramble, would you? Boyd: Well, if Arlo Givens klled somebody in prison, this is the first I'm hearing about it, sincerely. Wynn: All right. Well, it seems to me that maybe you and Arlo ought to have a chat. Boyd: Well, I'll have my secretary make an appointment, and I'll get back to you. Wynn: Good luck with the remodel. My...That is quite a story. ♪ ♪ Raylan: It doesn't bore you, hearing about my day? Your days are more interesting than most. Raylan: Hmm. What? Raylan: I just didn't think you were that kind of girl. I could be any number of kind of girls, depending on what the situation called for. So, what's next? Raylan: I was just thinking we could lock that door and have some fun on this here bar. Did you? [ Music stops ] 'Cause I actually meant what was next with the case. Raylan: I knew that. Well? Raylan: I guess we just keep digging and see what turns up. 'Cause you're the guy in the white hat. Raylan: 'Cause that's what I get paid to do. So what happens if you find this guy who was ruthless enough to fake his own death and smart enough that nobody even realized it? Raylan: It's hard to say. But there could be some g*n involved. Can I tell you something? Raylan: What's that? In the right light, you could be considered attractive. Raylan: Thank you. I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers. Why else would I be there? Hmm? [ Door opens ] Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting. Raylan: Buddy, we are definitely closed. Oh, that's all right. I just need to have a quick word with my wife.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x02 - Where's Waldo?"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Art: Drew Thompson pancaking into that driveway... that was the day cocaine came to Harlan county. Raylan: Where the hell is Drew Thompson? Boyd: What I want is for you to find out why our sales have dropped off. Johnny: This church is the reason. Billy: Why are you here, newcomers? You all come to watch the hillbilly with the snakes? Or did you come to be saved?! Boyd: "Do not believe every" "spirit, but test the spirits!" Everybody in that church was smiling ear to ear except for his sister. Now, we find out what it is she wants, and these floodwaters will recede. You're new around here. Folks bet less on fights between fighters they don't know. Randall: What, I got to fight again? [ Grunts ] Lindsey: In the right light, you could be considered attractive. [ Door opens ] Randall: I just need to have a quick word with my wife. Boyd: How come you don't keep the snakes in here to sleep? Cassie: Billy's room's warmer. Boyd: Oh, that's your brother's room, huh... The one you're sneaking out of in the dad of the night? Cassie: I sing hymns over him until his brain's quiet enough to let him rest. Boyd: So that's all you were doing in there... just tucking in your brother... him and all his serpents? Cassie: Way you riled him up, I'm surprised he got to sleep at all. Boyd: I came in here earlier tonight thinking that your brother was running his own show, thinking he was the man I needed to talk to if I was gonna have any peace. But it turns out that he's a true believer. But you... [ chuckles ] Why, you're the brains. Cassie: What's that? Boyd: What's it look like? Cassie: Like the 30 pieces of silver the High Priest Caiaphas gave to Judas Iscariot. Boyd: Well, think of it as a donation from a concerned parishioner who'd like to see your brother shift focus away from me and mine. Cassie: I'm afraid you've misjudged me, Mr. Crowder. I would never tell my brother how to spread the good word. Boyd: How about where to spread it? Cassie: Now, that's a different conversation. It's a more expensive one. Boyd: It's good to know we both speak the same tongues. The thing is... I don't get shaken down. Cassie: Don't think of it as a shakedown. Billy deserves a pulpit that can't be folded up and put in the back of a truck. You want us gone, you're gonna have to build us a place to go. Boyd: Well, then, ma'am, I apologize for simply wasting your time. Cassie: I know why you keep misjudging us. Boyd: Do tell. Cassie: Unlike the rest of these sorry souls around here... we're not afraid of you. Boyd: Well, in that case, ma'am, I think we've misjudged each other. Lindsey: You awake? Raylan: I am now. Lindsey: Since when do you sleep in your clothes? Raylan: Couldn't figure out a way to keep a gn in my undershorts. Lindsey: Since when do you sleep with a gn? Raylan: Since I found out the woman I've been seeing has a husband I couldn't knock down with a hammer. Lindsey: He's not my husband anymore. Raylan: I ain't asking. Lindsey: I'm telling you. I divorced him when he got put away this last time. Raylan: I had him pegged as a con. That, or maybe a fighter. Lindsey: Actually, he's both. I mean, fighting's his real calling. We just never made much money at it. Raylan: How did he make his money? Lindsey: The old-fashioned way. Raylan: He stole it? Lindsey: We stole it. Raylan: That's your deep, dark secret, huh? Lindsey: If it's not, I'd hate to think of what else I'd be hiding. Raylan: What was the deal? You guys picking pockets, robbing liquor stores? Lindsey: I'd get next to a guy, find out what he had worth taking, and Randall would take it. Raylan: Simple. Lindsey: Always figured the simpler we kept it, the less chance it'd go wrong. Raylan: But it did go wrong, huh? Lindsey: Yeah. [ Both chuckle ] And no. I mean, the scam itself was fine. The problem came when Randall decided he didn't like the idea these guys had been putting their hands on me, and... Ended up beating one half to death. Raylan: Which is why he went to prison and you didn't. Lindsey: Yeah. Raylan: Well... I know I feel better, knowing all this. Lindsey: You one of those guys who loses interest in a woman once he realizes she can't wear white to her wedding? Raylan: I'd like to think not. Lindsey: I was hoping if I came clean, you'd understand I reformed. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Lindsey: Maybe even see your way clear to forgiving me my trespasses. Raylan: Yeah? I guess it just depends. Lindsey: On what? Raylan: How bad were you? Lindsey: I was pretty bad. Still am sometimes. Raylan: I guess the only question I'm still asking is if Randall bat the shit out of some guy for rubbing on you, how's he gonna react when he finds out what we've been doing? Lindsey: I'll tell you what I just told Randall. I don't owe him shit. So, do you think that you could forget about him just long enough that we could get back to what we were doing when he interrupted us? [ Belt buckle jingles ] Raylan: I can give it a sht. ♪ Boyd: Carrot didn't work. Means it's time for the stick. [ Dog barking ] Aah! [ Rattling ] Aah! Shit! Oww! Aah! Colton: Jimmy! [ Screaming ] Colton: Oh, shit. They're everywhere. Shit! Colton: Jimmy, get out of there! [ Grunting ] [ Screaming ] [ gn ] Colton: Jimmy. Jimmy! Stop fring! Aah! Aah! Colton: Jimmy, get up! [ Screaming ] [ gn ] [ Screaming continues ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Colton: Boyd! Boyd: Did you send that preacher packing? Colton: [ Grunting ] [ Groaning ] Boyd: [ Groans ] Ava: What the hell happened? Colton: I think a snake bit him. Ava: Thank you. Boyd: Call Johnny. Tell him to get ahold of that doc he uses from physical therapy. Colton: Johnny's not answering. I tried him before I decided to come here. Boyd: Well, go find a doctor. Tell him to get ahold of some antivenom and bring his ass here! Colton: Where am I supposed to find a doctor? Ava: The free clinic in Evarts. Boyd: Go! [ Grunting ] Boyd: Hold on, son. You're lucky to be alive. Where the hell is Johnny? [ Indistinct yelling ] Raylan: Jesus. I hope that ain't necessary. Randall: She said I took her by surprise, showing up the way I did, and where am I staying? We got things to discuss. Raylan: I know, Randall. I was standing right next to her when she called you. Randall: Turns out she just needed to know where to send her big, bad deputy marshal. Raylan: Jesus. You living out of this locker? Showering here, sleeping in your car, something like that? Randall: Well, I was gonna try to sleep on the couch in Emanuel's office, but it turns out he's doing that himself. Raylan: Mm. Randall: Thinks sleeping in the gym will turn him into Cus D'Amato. You know who that is? Raylan: Where'd you do your bit... Glades? Randall: This last one... Okaloosa, mostly. Raylan: That's near Pensacola? Randall: Nicer than glades from the outside, but the tiers were shit. Raylan: I used to work out of the Miami office. Didn't get up north much. Randall: Yeah, I grew up down near glades... west of belle glade, out near Immolakee. Prefer it up north, though. Better class of people, by and large. Raylan: You, uh, move up north once you started fighting? Randall: You ever do any? Raylan: Boxing? Randall: Cage fighting. Raylan: Not lately. Randall: Nowadays, you want to compete with these guys, even as a puncher, you got to be able to know how to do that Brazilian stuff, maybe a little chop suey. I came at it way too late to develop any real technique. Raylan: That's why you're getting your stake together, get into fighter management. Get Lindsey to run the old scam, rip off some fella does backyard fights, name of Hoppus or Kopas? Randall: I guess she told you a lot, huh? Raylan: She told me a little bit. It was late. We were in my bedroom. So we didn't talk as much as we should've. Randall: I paid my debt. Hers, too, when you think about it. Raylan: You paid part of your debt. Randall: Not my fault the state can't afford to keep us. Raylan: No. We got to reserve space for the guys that pose a genuine danger to society. Randall: You read my jacket? Raylan: Know the part about your jacket that surprised me? Conditions of your release prohibit you from leaving the state of Florida. And yet, here you are. Randall: Gonna tell my p.O. On me. That's not so big and bad after all. Raylan: I tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you till about... Well, let's say 6:00. Get your shit out of that locker and get your ass back on the road to Florida, or I'm gonna send you back. Up to you if it's in cuffs or a box. Randall: You read what I did to the last old boy tried to make time with my wife? Raylan: Skimmed it. Something about a coma. Randall: No, I marked him. Now, anytime anybody sees that little greaser gimp around, hears the punch-drunk way that he talks, what they're seeing and hearing is me. Raylan: Hmm. Randall: What I made him. So how about at 6:00 this P.M., I put a little limp in that Gary Cooper walk, write my name all over that pretty face of yours? How's that sound? Raylan: Sounds like we got a date. Art: Oh, come! Raylan: I'll come back. Art: No, Raylan. Join us. Raylan: It can wait. I'll just, uh... art: Raylan! Join us. Rachel here was just about to explain to me why she didn't call for backup while she was affecting the arrest of a violent fugitive. And I figure since that's your area of expertise, you could weigh in. Rachel: Like it says, by the time I made him, he was already standing over me. There was no way to call without him seeing. Art: You with us so far? Raylan: It's all very... but drew Thompson, Tim told me, come in... Art: She's after this Andre Devoe... Apparently goes to this diner whenever he wants to visit his mama. But she didn't actually make him until he was close enough to touch. Rachel: Yesterday, I went there looking for him. I went back this morning 'cause I liked the French toast. Art: And then, to make matters worse, she went to the ladies' room. Rachel: I was trying to get some distance so I could call it in. You should at least approve of that. Art: I'm supposed to approve of you trapping yourself in a confined space with one door and no windows. Rachel: How many times has Wyatt earp here put himself in positions like that and worse, and how many reprimands have you written him? Art: Oh, he's a lost cause. I still have some hope for you. What a good example you've set. Raylan: Drew Thompson? Art: Thompson's widow. Remarried six months after drew ht the side... I mean, didn't ht the sidewalk. Raylan: I knew what you meant. Art: That's why it took some doing to find her. Thought at first she might be in the wind with him... you know, just playing the grieving widow until the cops and the news people moved on to another story, and then fold up the tent and change her name. Raylan: That's actually a decent plan. Art: Thank you for saying so. Raylan: She still married? Art: Divorced. Why don't you and Tim ride down to Masterson station, see how she reacts to you un-breaking the news of drew's demise? Raylan: All righty. Art: Oh, and, Raylan? Raylan: Yes. Art: At the time of his death, drew Thompson was wanted in a sealed federal witness warrant. Raylan: What'd he witness? Art: Well, I don't know. That's what "sealed" means. Admit it... you're getting a little bit of a marshal stiffy yourself. Raylan: Maybe. If you get it unsealed. Art: Hoping for some movement on that later today. If my stiffy lasts much longer, I'm gonna have to consult my physician. What's your opinion? Raylan: On your stiffy? I don't have one. Art: No... on what's going on with Rachel. Raylan: If I had one, I sure as hell wouldn't tell the boss. Wynn: Mr. Crowder, I feel like I made it clear last time we were together. I'm not looking for a partner. Johnny: You made it clear that you weren't looking for a partner you can't trust. Wynn: I can trust you? Johnny: [ Chuckles ] Do you have any idea what Boyd would do to me if he knew I was here? Wynn: Unless he sent you. Johnny: He didn't. Wynn: Yeah. Well, comforting as that is, I keep remembering our mutual pal devil, who assured myself and Mr. Quarles that he could count on your support in his move against your cousin, and... I keep thinking, if that had worked out for him, we probably would've heard something by now. Johnny: Mr. Duffy? Wynn: Yeah. Johnny: I can walk with this cane, but it hurts. It's so much easier just to roll around in my damn chair. Boyd put me in that chair. Wynn: I always heard it was his daddy's gn that did that. Johnny: I was the heir apparent. Boyd has never been nothing but a Thorn in his daddy's fat ass. So, now, how is it that he's the one that's gonna get everything? Wynn: Boys. Would you excuse us? [ Doors open, close ] Mr. Crowder, as strange as this sounds... I want to believe you. Johnny: So, what if... I were to give him to you, serve him up? Wynn: When you say him, you mean... Johnny: Boyd. Wynn: Okay. And when you say "serve him up," you mean... Johnny: What if I were to help you kll him? [ Crying ] Um, I could... I could take him to an E.R., say I found him on the side of the road. Boyd: You're wasting time. Do it. Do you want a belt, son? All right. Open your mouth. [ Panting, crying ] [ Screams, crying ] Boyd: [ Exhales ] That's it. Tim: I got to admit, I was hoping she'd be out here when we pulled up, tell us that the spirits told her that we were coming. Raylan: Have you been drug tested lately? Tim: You didn't even open the file, did you? Raylan: I have a lot on my mind. Tim: Yeah. You hide it well. This woman has got 17 fraud arrests. Plus, the LPD's investigating a series of recent burglaries at the homes of several of her clients. Raylan: What does that mean, "clients"? Eve: Don't tell me why you're here. Raylan: Ma'am? Eve: The reason might be different than what you think, and I don't want you to confuse my reading. Tim: Well, actually, ma'am, I'm deputy marshal... Eve: Didn't I just say not to tell me? Tim: Yes. Eve: Please, come in. Raylan: She's a psychic. Tim: Uh, a certified spiritualist. Raylan: Certified by who? Eve: Y'all familiar with psychometry... Extra-sensory perception through physical contact? Raylan: I saw a movie once where Walken shakes Martin sheen's hand, sees him start world wr III. Eve: You're a skeptic. Raylan: You get that a lot? Eve: I used to ask myself all the time if these feelings I got were real. And you know what I finally realized? People don't come see me because they want to make a connection with someone from the other side. They come to me for solace, and that's what I give them. Raylan: And they give you their life savings? Eve: That's why you're here... Because some ambitious prosecutor has decided yet again to charge me with theft by deception. Raylan: Actually, ma'am, marshals don't investigate theft of any kind. We chase fugitives, one of whom has led us here. Tim: You don't see him somewhere around us? Eve: Not so clearly. Raylan: Surprising, considering you used to be married to him. Eve: Oh, if you're looking for Bradley, then you should get ahold of that little whore that works in his office. Shouldn't be hard to find her number... Just go in any men's room. It'll be scrawled on the wall. Raylan: Bradley's your husband? Eve: Ex-husband. Raylan: We ain't looking for him. Eve: I don't understand. Tim: We're looking for your other husband. Raylan: Former husband. Eve: Drew's dad. Raylan: Well, you may be more qualified to know that. All we know for certain is his body didn't ht that street in corbin. Tim: He may be dad some other way. Raylan: Have you been in touch with drew in the last 30 years? Tim: Would you happen to have any photos of him? Eve: No. Packed them all away. They got lost in one of the moves. Raylan: Any reason to believe he could be alive? If he is, some bad people are looking for him. First place they may come is here. Eve: I see so much death around you. Both of you. Raylan: Ma'am, we don't have time for this. Eve: You're doing something later today, something you know you shouldn't. But you're gonna do it anyway. Tim: He does something stupid every day. Can you be a little more specific? Eve: You're meeting someone, someone bad. Raylan: I meet bad people for a living. Eve: This is personal. Some... weightlifter? Fighter? Raylan: How'd you do that? Tim: What? Raylan: I'm meeting Lindsey's ex-husband later. Tim: Lindsey has an ex-husband? Raylan: Apparently. Tim: Where you meeting him? Raylan: His gym. Tim: What gym? Raylan: That boxing gym over on the east side. Showtime's at 6:00 P.M. Are we all finished here? What? Tim: He circled twice before he pulled in. Now he's just sitting there with the motor off. Eve: Who's sitting where? Raylan: Eve, you know that man? Eve: I've never seen him before. Raylan: You got a room in this house without windows? Eve: Half-bath. Raylan: Go there. Tim: It'll be all right. Raylan: Let's think hard about the next few seconds. You want to live through them, you need to keep your hands out to the side and do everything slow. You're marshals service, right? Raylan: Hell of a guess. I'm FBI. I'm gonna reach into the side of my coat for my creds. Raylan: Hear that, Tim? He's gonna reach in his coat. Don't sh*t him unless it seems appropriate. Badges. If I've seen one badge, I've seen a thousand. Tim: You don't mind if we call the FBI, make sure you didn't get that out of a cereal box? Knock yourselves out. Eve: [ Grunts loudly ] [ Groans ] Tim: That what brought you out here, change in an autopsy? Opposed to what... I just happened to pick this morning to re-interview the widow of a 30-year-dad fugitive? Tim: Ms. Munro! Raylan: Any chance while you're here, you'd tell us what drew Thompson was a material witness to? Tim: Ms. Munro, false alarm. I would if I knew. Tim: No, you wouldn't. No, I guess maybe I wouldn't. Tim: I thought you told her to lock herself in. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Art: Way to go, assholes. Tim: It's bullshit, art. Art: Just admit it. You guys are hopeless without me. Tim: She stayed put for 30 years. We're supposed to assume she's gonna choose today to go for the door? Art: A good investigator assumes nothing but observes everything. Raylan: See, art wouldn't let a little thing like an armed man coming towards the house distract him. Art: Well, maybe with a third set of eyes, you could've kept an eye on the armed man and the suburban grandmother. Raylan: She ain't a grandmother. Art: Yeah, I know, but it sounds funnier. Raylan: Younger than you. Tim: Well, plus, she's got powers. Raylan: Jesus. Tim: Some kind of a gift. He wants to talk to you. Art: Really? Yeah. Art: This is mullen. I don't think your boss likes us very much. Barkley? Aw. You're just saying that because he tried to get the AUSA to prosecute Givens for bribery and conspiracy. Art: Really, I'm saying that 'cause he hung up on me without saying goodbye. It was rude. Guess the fact that your boys couldn't hold onto that suburban housewife... that's not so good. Art: They were doing fine until you showed up. What's that mean? Tim: Means we were handling it. Yeah. Well, now we're handling it. Raylan: Hold on. You said the only reason you were here is 'cause you had to follow up when we changed the autopsy. That's right. But now I'm here... so I'll take it from here. Raylan: Oh, I see. So we do all the work, and then you guys just swoop in when it gets interesting. How many guys you got out looking for her? We're only interested in Thompson. She said she didn't know where he was, right? Tim: Yeah. She also said there were no windows in the half-bath. Just because she's running doesn't mean she's running to him. Raylan: What if she's not running? Meaning what? Raylan: Well, why leave the car? Same reason she left her phone... Because she knew we'd track her? Raylan: Maybe. Like I said... we'll take it from here. The best thing you fellas can do... Stay out of my way. Raylan: I'm telling you. Something ain't right. [ Exhales ] [ Dialing ] [ Phone ringing ] Yeah? Any problems? Not so far. She say anything? I ain't even there yet. Look, you know what happens if we miss with Thompson, right? Yeah. You die badly. Not alone. Oh. Your family, too? Don't talk about my family. Well, tell you what. [ Chuckles ] I'm-a make sure they go real fast, all right? Unfortunately, I can't promise you the same thing. Call me as soon as you find anything. [ Cellphone closes ] [ Elevator bell dings ] Eve: [ Whimpering softly ] [ Whimpering louder ] [ Chuckles ] Mm. Alone at last. Hmm? Eve: [ Whimpers ] Shh. Eve: [ Whimpering continues ] [ Groans ] If I take this off and you scream, I'm-a cut your tongue out. You believe me? Eve: [ Winces ] [ Inhales sharply ] Where's drew? Eve: I don't know. [ Yells, whimpering ] [ Groans ] Where's drew? Eve: [ Crying ] I swear, until an hour ago, I thought he was dad. I swear. I swear. [ Grunts ] Now, I'm-a give you one more chance, and then I'm gonna piss on that sock before I put it back. Eve: How do I know you won't just kll me after you find him? [ Whimpering ] You don't worry about how long you gonna live. You worry about... how slow you gonna die. Where is he? Johnny: What the hell's this? Boyd: Never mind that. Where the hell have you been? Johnny: Wasn't aware I was supposed to keep you apprised of my comings and goings. Mr. Crowder? Boyd: Yeah. Johnny: Yeah. I'd... I'd still like to get him to a hospital. Boyd: I-I thought you said he was doing okay. Well, under the circumstances, he's doing remarkably. Even if half his bites were dry, the... The amount of time it took for him to get treatment... He should've been dad hours ago. Raylan: The fella who uses this locker... Randall? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Everybody knows Randall. Raylan: I'm sure they do. But where is he? Right after you left the last time, he packed up all his shit. He carried it out to his car. Ain't seen him since. Raylan: Was he scared when he was leaving? How do you mean? Raylan: I'm just kidding. Thanks, man. Yeah, it looks like bullshit. Well, I'll check it out anyway, let you know if anything pans out. [ Chuckles ] Should've known. Raylan: Should've known what? That you were bullshitting when you said you didn't get anything from the widow. Just trying to keep from sharing the glory? He in there? Raylan: Who? Thompson. He in there? Raylan: Drew Thompson? I doubt it. What are you doing here? Same thing you're doing... Looking for Thompson. Raylan: Because you got a tip? I'm standing here, right? Raylan: From who? I'm here on personal business. Only people who knew I'd be here is my partner and Eve munro. Are you following me? I just told you I was sure you were holding out on me, right? Raylan: And that's gonna hold when we pull your phone records, see who you've been speaking to? Only way to help yourself now is to tell us where your partners are before they kll her. You know how many times I've been on your side of this conversation? Raylan: Then you know I'm sh*ting you straight. No. No, no. Don't do that. You'll notice the subject's wapon is not in a position to thrat the officer. You know what they do to ex-lawmen in prison. Raylan: Then you get yourself some protection. My family... Raylan: WITSEC. You don't know these people. Raylan: I will if you tell me who they are. Where's Eve munro? Tell my wife I'm sorry. Raylan: You raise that wapon any further, I'm gonna sh*t you in the leg. How about if I swing my wapon in your direction? You still gonna risk a leg sht then? Raylan: Maybe. You gonna risk looking your wife in the eye while you get arraigned in a hospital bed? Where's Eve munro? Hillview motel. Raylan: Okay. [ gn ] Eve: [ Whimpering, crying ] [ Grunts ] [ Straining, chuckling ] Ooh, yeah. I bet you think you're pretty funny, huh? Pretty smart? Give me a bullshit address, make me look like an asshle, huh? Eve: [ Whimpering continues ] [ Grunting ] [ Crying ] See, I don't give a shit what you do or what you don't know anymore. I'm-a hurt you just to make myself feel good about this whole thing, mm-hmm? Eve: [ Crying continues ] You can promise me things. You can beg for mercy. Eve: [ Muffled screams ] [ Laughs ] Oh, yeah. I'm-a like that. But it ain't gonna make a difference. There ain't a damn thing you can do to change or stop what's about to happen to you. Eve: [ Screams loudly ] You might as well just lay back and try to enjoy yourself. Tim: U.S. marshals! Hands where I can see them! Get them up! Right now! Eve: [ Wheezing ] [ Police radio chatter ] Art: Gentlemen, can we have a few moments, please? Ma'am, I am chief deputy art mullen. Uh, the man who was holding you was a Detroit hard case named Mason Goines, and he worked for a man named Theo Tonin. Can I assume you know who that is? Eve: Might ring a bell. Art: Well, I'm not really all that concerned about whether or not you know his name. I'm really interested in how he knows you. Eve: Uh, as I told your officers earlier... Art: Deputies. Eve: As I told your deputies earlier... Raylan: Before you ran out the back? Eve: I was abducted. Raylan: From the bathroom? Art: Ms. Munro, this is how this is gonna go. Soon as the medics say you're okay, we're gonna send you home. As long as we feel like you're cooperating, we're gonna leave somebody there to protect you. Eve: And if you don't feel I'm cooperating? Art: Then we'll wish you good luck, and we'll be on our way. Eve: One night, after Johnny Carson, I go and find drew in the yard... and he's burning all our photos. I ask him, "what the hell?" And he tells me that the next day or the day after, someone will be coming by to say that he was dad and that... As far as I was concerned, he would be. Art: So that's it? He just said that he was gonna be gone, and... Never explained anything. You didn't ask him any questions. Eve: Of course I asked him questions. All he'd say was... not knowing was gonna keep me safe. Art: Hmm. Well, that sounds like bullshit. I mean, he obviously witnessed something big enough that made him want to fake his own death and leave his whole life behind, and you don't know shit about it? Eve: Well, what if I tell you something now that I didn't tell the investigators 30 years ago? Raylan: It could be something you just forgot. Or maybe it's something you just picked up today, when this, uh, Goines fella was smashing you in the face. Psycho-plasm. Tim: Psychometry. Raylan: There you go. Eve: Drew saw Theo Tonin... m*rder a government informant. Tim: We've got to assume Barnes told Theo everything we know. He's gonna send an army after drew. Art: Getting a little stiff? Raylan: A little bit. Art: Mm-hmm. Ms. Munro, I'm gonna take you home. I'm gonna station two men out your front door, two men out your back door, and two inside. I think that'll do the job. Raylan: Can I just ask one last question? How did you know where to send him? Eve: What? What do you mean? Raylan: I just said a boxing gym over on the east side. There are three over there. How'd you know which one? Eve: I told you. I have a gift. Billy: Praise God in Jesus' name! Amen! All: Amen! Billy: Praise God. [ Sighs ] Church, I have a story to tell this evening. Now, I was taught that the reason we handle serpents is because by protecting us from their poison... He reveals his glory. Amen. All: Amen! Billy: But, church, last night, a devil entered this place. And it was through these very serpents that the lord cast him out! It was through these very serpents... That he sheltered me. All: Amen! [ Cheering ] Praise Jesus. Praise Jesus! Billy: Church [Chuckles] It seems only fitting that just now, as I spoke of devils, Boyd crowder appeared in our midst, for it was Boyd crowder whose assassins the lord turned away last night. Boyd: I'd be more inclined to call them angels... Billy: Blasphemy. Boyd: Dark angels sent here to remind you that all men are human. Billy: Well, you know, Mr. Crowder, I'd hoped that the bribe you offered my sister last night that she rejected would've been sufficient. But it appears the lord sees fit to remind us of the persistence of evil. Boyd: Oh, this ain't a bribe, Billy. It's a gift. Billy: Well, as you well know, Mr. Crowder, this church no longer accepts donations. Boyd: Well, this gift ain't to the church. It's to the congregation. And it ain't money. It's knowledge. Now, this here, in this box, is a genuine canebrake rattler pulled this very day from a rock crevice alongside the cumberland river, which is how I know your sister hadn't had a chance to milk it like she has all these other snakes. Billy: Once again, Mr. Crowder, I am amazed at the ease with which lies drip from your forked tongue. Boyd: Well, if I'm lying, you won't mind taking ahold of this bad boy. Cassie: Mr. Crowder, these serpents are not props to us. We take them up only when the lord moves us, and then it's only in pursuit of his glory. Boyd: Well, how you think that's gonna play with the flock, Billy, huh? How say you, flock? Now, there are those men who choose to stay in the dark. But there are some men who choose to come out into the light. And those men should be transparent. [ Rattling ] Billy: All right, Mr. Crowder. I will indulge your sideshow. "For it is not with words that I" preach, but with a demonstration "of the spirit's power." [ Crowd shouts in agreement ] Boyd: You gonna have to tell him. This is your last chance. Cassie: Billy. Don't. [ Voice breaking ] Don't. Billy: No, it's not possible. Boyd: Oh, sure it is. You just jam the fangs right down on the funnel, and you press right behind the eyes. Billy: No, I... I would've known. Cassie: Billy, come here. Come here. [ Breathing shakily ] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [ Voice breaking ] You weren't there when daddy died. You didn't have to listen to him scream as the poison ate out his insides. Boyd: Well, I think we've seen all we needed to see. Billy: You set that box down, Mr. Crowder. Cassie: Billy. Billy: Mr. Crowder! Cassie: Billy! Billy: You may have started this game, but you do not get to say when it is over. Boyd: You know what, son? I once stood where you're standing now, mistaking my own hubris for God's touch. That ain't religion, son. That's called self-glorification. Best you leave this one alone. Billy: Put it down. Cassie: [ Softly ] Billy... Billy, don't. Boyd: Don't do it, son. You ain't got nothing to be ashamed of. Billy: I will not heed the warning of an idolater. Cassie: Billy. Billy, don't! Billy: Let go of me. Cassie: [ Voice breaking ] Please, Billy, no. God, no. [ Rattling ] Billy: Yes. Come on. Oh, yes. Oh, there it is. [ Breathing heavily ] Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! [ Rattling continues ] The righteous man knows his only true protection comes from the lord! [ Winces, breathing heavily ] Cassie: Billy! Billy! Billy!! Billy! [ Crying ] Billy... [ crying ] Stay with me. Please, stay with me. No. Somebody please call an ambulance! [ Crying continues ] Somebody call an ambulance now! Billy, no. Please don't leave me. ♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] Rachel: You remember what Michael Jordan said about weakness? Raylan: I remember when he dunked on the tallest fella I ever saw. His name was like "micron" or something. Rachel: Manute. Raylan: There you go. Yeah. What's the chances you name your boy "minute" and he ends up nearly 8 feet tall? Rachel: I left Joe. Raylan: Sorry to hear that. Seemed like a decent guy. Rachel: He is. Raylan: Is this where I'm supposed to ask if you want to talk about it? Rachel: Mnh-mnh. Raylan: Thank God. I thought you were gonna want to talk about it. Rachel: [ Chuckles ] So, did you find him? Raylan: Find who? Rachel: Tim said you went there looking for your girl's ex-husband. Raylan: Yeah. I saw him there this morning. Told him he'd best not be there when I get back. Rachel: You mean you told him to meet you behind the bleachers after school? Raylan: Pretty much. Rachel: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Hmm. Rachel: What? Raylan: Eh, I would've bet money he would be there. Seemed like he couldn't wait. Lindsey ain't here tonight? Last I saw her, she was headed up to wait for you. That was a couple hours ago. Raylan: Hmm. Rachel: Guess she got tired of waiting.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x03 - Truth and Consequences"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... I got a surprise for you. [ Growls ] [ Screams ] Arnold's a furry. He gonna press charges? Ava: He's the Judge Executive. What's he gonna do? Ellen May. What are you doing here? Girl looked me in the face, talking about she knows things. I never should've left a witness, what we done. Boyd: It'll be quick, Ava. Colton: I saw a sheriff's car on the security tape. One of my deputies was there last night. Colton: Which way did they go? That, I don't know. Boyd and Ava intended that man to kll you. You must know something that could hurt him real bad. Raylan: You and your boyfriend went into Arlo's. Who told you the bag would be there? Josiah sent us. All right, fine. I'll tell you where he's at. Raylan: The hills, huh? If ol' drew's still alive, that's where you'll find him. Only time I seen him since he left was near 10 years ago at the bluegrass festival, rubbing shoulders with the mayor, Judge Executive... all them rich Clover Hill folks. Boyd: I expect I have your man drew within the week. Wynn: That's impressive work, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: The new price for drew is, I get half the heroin business in the state of Kentucky. Wynn: You have a deal. Johnny: I thought we had a deal. Wynn: Once he brings me drew, he and I are done... And you're free to kll him. Raylan: Josiah! It's Raylan Givens. Well, my goodness. [ Note playing ] P-please. My son's asleep upstairs. Then we should talk quietly. Boyd: Where's your wife, Dale? Uh... on vacation. [ Scoffs ] No, she moved out. Just [Sighs] going through a rough patch. Boyd: Oh, you mean to tell me that all rich people don't live in a constant state of domestic bliss? Well, you got a lot of pretty things in this house, Dale. What do you do for a living? Banking... up Cumberland. Boyd: You go to school for that? No, just learn by doing. Boyd: Oh, you're a self-made man? I guess. Boyd: Well, that's something we have in common. Well, Dale, if you want to continue to enjoy the fruits of your labor... I'm gonna need you to tell me your real name. I told you. It's Dale Haywood. Y-you got my driver's license. Boyd: Yeah, the thing is, driver's license, birth certificate, I.D's... they don't mean much these days, technology being what it is. If you don't believe my I.D., how am I supposed to prove it? Boyd: Well, that's your problem, Dale... Not mine. O-okay, n-now, I-i swear what you want's in that box, right there. Boyd: What is this? What... oh, that... That there's nothing. Just... Boyd: And as I watch her kiss Curt, my heart fills with hurt. My soul fills with sorrow "the size of Kilimanjaro." [ Laughs ] Holy shit. Boyd: Why, you a poet, Dale? No, I just dabbled in high school. Look, there's... let me find it for you, j-j-just some proof... Wait... l-look there. There. There's it. All right? All right? 1982... Kentucky state champion. Boyd: Well, I do my math right, that makes you a 20-year-old high school senior. Well, yeah, I-i-i-i failed 3rd grade. And...6th. Well, that explains the poetry. Well [Sighs] you gonna kll me? Boyd: No, Dale, I am not. In fact, I'd like to apologize for ruining your day, but I bet you hadn't gotten as rich as you are without ruining a lot of people's days, so I'm sure you'll be able to forgive my transgression. Oh. Uh, you may want to keep that memory box close at hand. You never know when somebody else might want to drop by and reminisce. [ Panting ] Treated a guy once... got his foot caught in some mining machinery. But nothing like this. What do you mean? What kind of machine? You know, one of them things. It was a messy bit of business. How long could a guy survive losing blood like that? With a tourniquet, cauterize the wound, maybe through the night, but I wouldn't give much more than that. Raylan: Hey, guys, you ready to put a bolo on him and get KSP and locals on it? Waste of time, you ask me. Raylan: What is... Doing your job? Hell, all we know, the asshle might've done it to himself. [ Truck door slams ] Raylan: You have reason to believe he'd be that desperate? What do marshals want with a piece of shit like Josiah for, anyway? Raylan: He owes us money. You show up here in the middle of the night and find a foot... sounds like something special to me. Raylan: I think he might have info on a fugitive. Which fugitive? Raylan: Jimmy Hoffa. [ Cellphone vibrates ] Is there any particular reason you're treating us like a couple of bleached assholes? Raylan: Not in particular, no. Raylan: What's up, Bart? Well, I hear you're having an interesting morning. Raylan: Tim tell you I wasn't coming in? Yes, he did. Said the game was afoot. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Here we go. I'm sure you'll keep putting your best foot forward... Do what needs to be done. Raylan: That why you called... Foot puns? Yes, actually. Yes, it is. It's the only reason. Raylan: Any luck delaying Arlo's deal? No. Sonya Gable hasn't returned our calls. Raylan: Why's that? I suspect she knows that we're trying to delay the deal. Raylan: Why the hell would she delay the deal? Well, I don't know, Raylan. After you finish playing footsie, why don't you go ask her? Aw, shit! Jesus Christ, man. Watch it. Raylan: I got to go. This here's what we call a crime scene, Wilson. Thanks for the heads-up. Raylan: What is that? My footprint? Raylan: No, not that... That. Hello, Roz. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Come on. Johnny: Are you positive he ain't Drew? Boyd: Well, Dale's guilty of a few things, I'm sure, living up in Clover Hill, but being Drew Thompson ain't one of them. Baby, would you please come over here and have a seat? And where the hell is Colt? What's taking him so long? Colton! Colton: Just a minute! Johnny: So, what's next? Boyd: Well, you and me gonna ride out and have us a conversation with Harvey Jones, get the names of the men up in Clover Hill that fit the profile. Johnny: And then what? We're just gonna put a gn to the head of every old man lives in Clover Hill? Boyd: Well, if that's what I choose to do, Johnny, then that's what we gonna do. Baby, would you please just stop cleaning? Ava: If we want an in to Clover Hill, we could just go to Arnold. Boyd: Arnold ain't gonna give us anything that a gn to the head won't give us a whole lot faster. Johnny: And if we do find Drew, you really think that Duffy's gonna honor the deal? Boyd: Well, you have reason to believe that he won't? Johnny: Well, if it were me, I'd take Drew off your hands and then I'd try to kll you. Boyd: Well, then, lucky for me it ain't you. Now, go find out what's taking him so long. [ Knock on door ] Colton: Give me a minute! Ava: You think Johnny's right? Boyd: I just need to find Drew Thompson, and then I'll worry about Wynn Duffy. Ava: I just want to make sure you don't get hurt, Boyd. Boyd: Baby, ain't nothing gonna happen to me. Hey, do you love me? Then trust me. Now, this bird in the hand is gonna be worth 10 in the bush. [ Pounding on door ] Colton: I said give me a gddmn minute! [ Blows ] Johnny: The hell you burning there? Colton: A match. What are you, the bathroom monitor? Next time, I'll leave you a present. Boyd: Well, I done told you not to eat that huevos rancheros for breakfast. Now, listen to me... I need you to head over to Audry's, and any of them Clover Hill types over 50 come in, I want you to give me a call. You understand? Colton: Got it. Boyd: Baby. Come on, cousin Johnny. Let's go. Ava: Are you okay? Colton: [ Pounds table ] I'm good. [ Door opens ] [ gn ] Raylan: Benny. Oh. Great. It's the man in the hat. The hell do you want? Raylan: Just keep that thing pointed down. You gonna sh*t me if I don't? Raylan: Be within my rights to. What are we playing here... Cowboys and Indians? I ain't playing anything. What the hell do you want? Raylan: Where's your girlfriend at? She ain't my girlfriend anymore. Raylan: I don't care if she left you. I just want to know where she's at. Just said I don't know. Raylan: So? Call her. You call her. [ Vehicle approaches ] Raylan: Take out your phone and call her. Marshal Givens! I have a word, please? Raylan: I'm in the middle of something. You got a phone, don't you? Take it out... let your fingers do the walking. I'm not doing shit. Now get the hell away from me. Aah! I see I'm gonna get the same deferential treatment you gave my deputies. You got a line on Roz? Raylan: I'm working on it. Yeah, how's that going for you? Raylan: I'm dealing with a love-scorned teenager. You draw this, Benny? Uh-huh. You want, I'll sell it to you. You can hang it up over your shitter. Well, it's not really my taste. Lacks a little in composition, but you sure got the likeness right. You coming? Or you want to stick around here and push a kid around some more? [ Panting ] Teddy. This is marshal Givens. We're looking for Roz. Raylan: Yea high, braces, ht puberty about six months ago. You speak English, Teddy? Good. You mind if we come inside... Make sure she's not here? That nod means yes, you do mind or yes, we may come inside? Okay, look... I'm gonna come inside. All right! I'm here! Christ! Go ahead and let them in. Don't mind, I'm gonna just hang on to that. Raylan: Sorry if we're interrupting something. I didn't have no gddmn sex with Teddy. Raylan: No, I'm sure you and "rapes with a smile" here were just talking. What, did you come here to sab me in the foot again? Raylan: Well, at least I ain't gonna chop it off. I don't even know what you mean. Hey! Aah! God damn you! Raylan: He does speak English. I will cut you assholes! Raylan: Right. For now, just scoot your ass over there. You're gonna be stupid enough to step in blood, least be smart enough to wash it off after. So I was there! It ain't like I chopped him! Raylan: You see who did? Roz, we're trying to help him. Yeah, well, we can find him on our own. How's that? Teddy here's part Cherokee. Family came here on the trail of tears. Raylan: Is that right? Yeah. We're gonna find who did this, and when we do, we ain't gonna arrest him, like you will. Raylan: Well, it's gonna be tough tracking anyone with Teddy in jail for statutory rpe. I already told you... Raylan: Repeating a lie don't make it true. Now, I've already seen you half-naked, so it won't be tough to convince a jury that we walked in on the two of you making sweet underage love. There was two of them. Could you tell what they look like? No, not really... on account of Josiah made me hide the second he saw them pull up. Raylan: What else? They was in a panel van. Painted up ugly as shit. Raylan: Anything else? I don't know. There was a lot of screaming. I couldn't make most of it out. Even called him by the wrong name. Raylan: Remember it? Yeah, I'll never forget it. 'Cause that was the last thing I heard before Josiah started screaming... and I saw that they had chopped him. Raylan: What was it? "Drew." "Drew Thompson." Drew Thompson. Raylan: Name mean something to you? Ain't nobody in Harlan name doesn't mean something to. But Drew's dad. Raylan: Well, maybe she heard it wrong. Yeah, and maybe somebody thinks he's still alive. Maybe that's why you went to see Josiah in the first place. Raylan: Shelby, I appreciate your help finding Roz. I'll see you down the road. You headed to Boyd Crowder's? Now, why don't we just cut the shit, marshal? Now, you won't talk to me or my deputies 'cause you think I'm in Boyd's pocket. Raylan: I think Lynyrd Skynyrd's overrated. I know you're in Boyd's pocket. I used Boyd to get into office, but my loyalty's to the law. Raylan: You understand if I call bullshit and be on my way. I'm afraid I won't. Now, if Drew Thompson is alive and in Harlan, that is a story for the ages. But the only thing I know for certain is that Josiah Cairn is a parolee gone missing, making it my responsibility to find him. Now, your Drew Thompson agenda aside, I brought you to Roz. If you think you got a line on what happened to Josiah, you're gonna share it with me. Raylan: You gonna say "please"? [ Indistinct conversations ] I'm so sorry, man. Meeting went long. Tim: Glad you're still going to meetings. How's your leg? Well, doc says I need one more surgery. Pins pinch like hell. Tramadol helps some, but I got to tell you... much as Oxy screwed up my life, it sure knocked out the pain. Tim: You try acupuncture? That needle bullshit? Tim: You remember Chewy... That CSAR helo pilot pulled us out of Sangin, karaoke badass? Yeah. Tim: Said it helped him with his back. Maybe help you with your menstrual cramps, then. Tim: Nah, those went away once I got on birth control. I-I appreciate you coming. Tim: Well, look, I got your message. I thought maybe you... Slipped up again. Nah. Nah, man, I'm good. Two months now. [ Chuckles ] Tim: Okay. So what...? But I need your help. I still have some debts from my user days. Tim: Shit, Mark. You know I really don't have that much cash... No, no, I don't want it. It's my debt, and I'll pay it. I was more hoping you might come with me. It'll only take 15 minutes. I promise. Tim: All right. Shit, brother, I owe you one. Tim: It's okay. I love a good excuse to show off the biceps anyway. Hold on. Hey, Boyd Crowder's ride. Colton: Hey. Marshal Givens' sidekick. Tim: You here for a check-up? Colton: Yeah, I got a... [ Coughs ] Bagram lung. Tim: Didn't know the doctors took appointments this late. Colton: Yeah, it's a courtesy for the after-work crowd. Tim: All right, well, you... Look after yourself. I know those eyes. That guy's in a world of hurt. [ Clears throat ] [ Urinating ] [ Sniffs ] [ Chuckles ] You got a problem? Colton: I'm looking for a dealer. Man, I'm clean. I'm not trying to get involved in nothing like that. Jesus Christ, man. Colton: Betcha that dick just got a lot smaller, huh? I can find you a dealer. You got a picture or something? Colton: No picture... Just any dealer. He just has to be from here. Okay, okay. What are you looking to score? Colton: Heroin. It's got to be heroin. [ Cellphone vibrates ] Oh, shit. Hold it. Come on. God damn it. You were saying? Ava: You and Johnny get the name? Boyd: We did... narrow them down to 13 men. Soon as Colton gets back from Audry's, we're gonna go knocking on doors. Ava: Well, I got another idea, if you'd like to hear it. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, I'm all ears. Ava: Napier's place. He has them parties every week, and we can go. Boyd: Uh, baby, I don't mean to sound rude, but how do you think we're gonna get into Napier's party? He'd sht me 'fore I got through the door. Ava: Not if we use Arnold to get us an invite. 'Less his wife wants to hear about his more peculiar tendencies. Boyd: Do you know what happens up at these parties? Ava: It's a swingers' party, not a whorehouse. I know I can handle myself. Baby, all them Clover Hill boys are gonna be there. You can talk to them real friendly-like, all at once. Boyd: Ava, we don't fit in up there. Ava: I'll put on my little red dress, and we'll fit in just fine. Boyd: Uh... well, Shelby, I believe it's customary to knock before you walk into a room. Well, you want me to go back out and come back in again? Boyd: No, I want you to go back out and then go back out. We're in the middle of something here. Well, it's gonna have to wait, 'cause I need you to come with me. Boyd: Did you not hear what I just said? I ain't asking, Boyd. Boyd: Excuse me? Don't worry about that gn. It ain't loaded. Well, I didn't figure you'd sh*t me in front of her, anyway. Now, I need you to turn around, put your hands behind your back. Ava: Hold on, Shelby. You arresting him? That's what it looks like, isn't it? Ava: On what charge? He'll find out soon enough. Boyd: Son, you are turning a corner that you can't walk back around. Well, that's like warning a man it's gonna rain when he's already wet. Now, let's go. The hell are you doing? Colton: Hey. Maybe I'm looking for you. [ Scoffs ] Expecting to find me under the bed? Colton: You got a smart mouth. What else can you do with that mouth? I'm a professional. I do it all. Colton: How about... You go get Ellen May... And the three of us have a good time? Ellen May? She's gone. Colton: Yeah, I know, but... I think you know where she is. How should I know? I haven't seen her in days! Colton: She has been back here! You're lying to me! I ain't lying! Colton: Bullshit! [ Groans ] [ Clatter ] Jesus! Hey! You want a freebie, you ain't got to wreck my shit to get it. Colton: [ Grunts ] Ohh! Colton: Damn it! I don't know where Ellen May is, and your smacking me around ain't gonna change that! Colton: Okay, hey. How about any of the other girls, huh? You think maybe they know where she is? Not that I know of. Colton: Hey, listen, I'm... I'm not a bad person. [ Scoffs ] Colton: No. [ Laughs ] Colton: You believe me, don't you? Okay, good. Aah! Oh, God! [ Whimpers ] Colton: You tell anyone about this... I will cut out your tongue. And then we're gonna see what kind of professional you are. Aah! [ Gasping ] Boyd: You want to tell me what this is about? 'Cause I ain't laughing. Well... he says he was playing checkers with his grandma. Boyd: Well, now, that's before I realized you two were acquainted. Raylan: Well, we're just getting to know one another. How long were you up there for? Boyd: Oh, well, I thought it might take Colton a little while to find a saw, so I decided to eat my way through the tree. Raylan: Mm. Call your deputies. Have them check Josiah's foot for teeth marks. Boyd: His foot? That's all we found of him. Raylan: So far. Boyd: Let me get this straight... You brought me in here to ask if I cut up Josiah when you know that I spent all night handcuffed to a tree, freezing my gddmn ass off?! Well, maybe not you, but one of your guys. Boyd: You know, my mama always told me a man who couldn't keep his word wasn't much of a man at all. Now, given our history, Shelby, I'm wondering what kind of man that makes you. The kind whose mama raised him so's he could look in the mirror in the morning and not hate what he saw looking back. Boyd: Well, how did that man feel when he was a greeter at a big-box store? Raylan: Ouch. That's a shitty job. Before the academy, I worked cleaning bathrooms in dive bars. I used to work for a crime-scene cleanup crew. Raylan: Think you got me bat. Boyd: Well, as much as I'd like to participate in writing your occupational résumés, I've got somewhere I got to be. Now, you want to take these handcuffs off or do you want me to pick them, like I did the last set? Sit your ass down. We ain't done yet. Boyd: Well, I'm done with you, Shelby. Now, you don't want to talk about Josiah, maybe there's some other case you don't want to talk about. Maybe a missing-persons case... Whore worked for you. Sweet girl... got wrapped up in that church you had me investigate. Ellen May... yeah. I haven't seen her lately. Raylan: You do something to Ellen May, Boyd? I liked Ellen May. Boyd: All right, just so you're clear in your head, Raylan, I did not kll Josiah Cairn. Raylan: You're saying he's dad? Boyd, if you know something we don't, say it. Boyd: You said the man got his foot cut off? So if he hasn't already met his maker, he's well on his way... Joining all his other asshle friends. That's what assholes do, Raylan. They get old and die from being assholes. Raylan: But while they're alive, they got the right to be alive. Boyd: Unless somebody says they don't. [ Door opens ] What are the charges? Boyd: Well, would you look at that. My lawyer, right on cue. Raylan: You're Arlo's lawyer. Boyd: Somebody had to provide your daddy with representation. Because if he's not under arrest, we're leaving right now. Get those handcuffs off of him. Raylan: Why are you stalling the deal? Excuse me? Raylan: AUSA says they've reached out to you on Arlo's deal, but they haven't heard back. I don't know what you're talking about. Come on. Boyd: You boys have a nice day. Johnny: Teri. No... hey, hey. What the hell happened? It's nothing. Johnny: Who did this to you? I can still work. Johnny: I don't care about that. What I care about is that eye swelling shut. It was a customer. Johnny: Which customer? Can't say. Johnny: No, you can, and you will. It ain't that big a deal. Johnny: Yes, it is. I got to make sure that this asshle knows that he is not welcome here. Teri. U-um... It was Max. My Tuesday-night regular. Could I get another blanket? Listen, I know your friends are telling you that you're gonna get paid off for this deal, but I am not who they think I am. Shut up, old man. Can't you see I got a pair of scissors in my hand? Well, it's official. That shit ain't coming out. Ruined my gddmn van. What the hell are you doing? What's it look like? Looks like you're getting toenails all over my gddmn garage floor. Now, cut it out. You need to calm down, bro. You cut a man's foot off, ruin my van... you want me to calm down? The tether would've brought the cops. Hey! Y'all need me alive, don't you? Get me some gddmn water. You're a criminal. How do you get bloodstains out of upholstery? Oh, shit. He don't look so good. 'Course I don't look so good. I'm dying here, asshle. I thought you said the belt was gonna stop the bleeding! Ow! Just get me to a hospital! Aah! Oh, shit. It's bleeding bad. Look, he don't live, we don't get paid. Ohh! You best hope that don't happen. Well, I'm not the one who took an ax to the man's leg. And if I'd have known you'd turned into a bona fide psychopath with all that time in the joint, I wouldn't have asked you to help out. Well, if I had known you'd turned into a bona fide pssy, I wouldn't have said yes. You two want to be any louder? I don't think the whole neighborhood heard you. How is he? Not good. How far away are your guys? Half-hour at least. We got to stop the bleeding. He ain't gonna make it. I can get some bandages. Blowtorch. Blowtorch will stop it. Oh. We're not using a blowtorch. Why not? Because I wanted to retire on a beach somewhere and not take an open flame to a man's leg. Look, m-maybe it's time we start thinking about cutting bait here, you know? I don't get paid, I'm gonna kll you both and take my cut out of you. You understand me? Yeah. Good. Now go get the gddmn torch. April, honey? You home? [ Laughter ] Is dinner... oh, hey, Arnold. This here's Ava Crowder. Oh, honey, you didn't say we had company. Ava: Mr. Judge Executive. It is a pleasure to meet you. Likewise. Well, Ava and I went to high school together. Ava: Well, not exactly together. I mean, April's a few years older. You sure don't look it. [ Laughs ] You don't know this, but you're one of the girls inspired me to become a cheerleader. Oh! Ain't that nice? [ Laughs ] Ava's up here putting together a memory book for the high school cheer squad. We've been reliving the good old days. Ava: [ Laughing ] Yeah. Remember... Ava: Oh, yeah! Together: Go... wildcats! [ Both laugh ] Go, indeed. Ava: I'm definitely gonna use this one. Aww... little Teddy bear in the wildcat Jersey. Isn't that cute? That's not you, is it, Arnold? No, it is not. [ Laughs ] You know, I would love to look through these lovely pictures of my wife, as well. Uh, April, honey, do me a favor. Go grab my reading glasses from upstairs. Oh, yeah, sure. I'll be right back. Thanks, darling. The hell are you doing here? Ava: Now, Arnold, be nice. No reason to let them bear claws come out. Tell me what you want. Ava: [ Sighs ] I want you to get me and Boyd an invite to Napier's party tomorrow night. 'Less you want me to tell your wife about your fondness for wildlife. [ Sighs ] [ Laughing ] Hell, girl. All you want is an invitation to the party? You could've just asked. Don't have to thrat me for that. Shit. Ava: Well, what about Boyd? Can't imagine that's gonna be easy. Eh, women are probably gonna like him. Guys will be giving up their left nuts just to get a sht at you. Ava: I meant Napier. Oh, I'll handle Napier. You just consider yourself invited, okay? Both of you. Ava: Okay. All right. [ Engine shuts off ] [ Car door closes ] [ Vehicle approaches ] What the hell you think that was about? Raylan: I got a vague notion. You see the license plate? It was a rental. Raylan: I bet if you check the rental agreement, you'll get a Detroit credit card. He's gonna struggle. You two need to hold him down. I'm actually feeling a whole lot better now. I-i can't be part of this. Hey, hey, hey! You're gonna do it, or you're next. Now grab his arms. No! You grab his legs. No! No! Just hold his damn leg. I swear I am not Drew Thompson. That's not what Arlo Givens said. Well, Arlo Givens is a lying sack of shit! You two done yet? Aah! [ Screaming ] Raylan: Back off! Get away from him right now! Back away! You turn that off... right now. Stop it! Are you kidding me? [ Doorknob rattles ] [ Sighs ] Jesus! Aah! Raylan: What the hell was that? You picked a couple winners here, darling. Which one's your client? The dumb one. Raylan: That don't narrow it down. Hell of a day, huh, Josiah? Call an ambulance. Raylan: Says the man who tried to kll me. Well, I can explain that. Raylan: I'm surprised this brush with death has not given you a greater appreciation for living in the moment. Well, I ain't Drew, if that's what you're wondering about. Raylan: I figured as much. Arlo would never tell Sonya who Drew was without his deal being in place. Still, you tried to send me to my death, and I'd like you to tell me why. I figured I'd get rid of you and find Drew myself and get out of that damn tether. Raylan: Well, you got out of the tether. How were you gonna find him? This fella I used to know... Former lawman from Harlan. If Drew was hiding here, he'd know. Raylan: What lawman? [ Laughs ] You ought to know. He's in jail for trying to have you klled. Hunter and me were deputies together. I never did care for him much. Raylan: Man tried to have me klled. How do you think I feel about him? Well, let me know if I can help. Raylan: Thanks. I appreciate that. When was the last time you sht somebody? Raylan: Well, it's been a while, actually. You? Oh, about 20 years. I was on my way to meet my girlfriend at the Dairy Queen. I was gonna propose to her. Kid in a truck cut me off at the light, so I followed him instead. I got him cornered in a parking lot, yelled at him to get the hell out of his truck. Unbeknownst to me, he's robbed a liquor store in Lynch. "He ain't gonna do nothing," I say. So, the son of a bitch ht the gas, come flying at me. Truck hits me in the legs. I go flying in the air. Got one sht off... ht him square in the chest. Raylan: Maybe I could use your help. Well, wasn't always a greeter in a big-box store. Raylan: That thing on Ellen May... You really got something on her missing? I can't remember. Raylan: Having fun with me now. Well, spent most of my years as a lawman chasing your daddy. How do I know his tendencies ain't been passed down? Raylan: Fair enough. That notwithstanding, you got something on Boyd, my advice... Tell someone quick. After today, he's coming after you sooner than later. Appreciate the warning, Raylan. [ Engine turns over ] Raylan: You ever marry that girl? No. And I put flowers on that kid's grave every week. [ Both laugh ] [ Scoffs ] Got to be sh1tting me. You got balls of steel, showing up like this. I'm just here to resolve our issue. Who's he? Tim: I'm just a friend. You want to let us in, or you want to discuss drug deals out here on your porch? Come on, come on. Get out. Get out! [ Locks click ] Hey, hey! Hey, hey! Oh, yeah. Where you going? You know the drill. Hey! Tim: Dude. Everybody strips comes in here. Only way I can be sure you ain't wearing a wire. Oh, and that I'm the only one packing. Sorry, man. I-I should've warned you. You take them off, or we're gonna have a major problem on our hands. Tim: Look, we're not here to score. We're just here to work out mark's debt. Debt? That what he told you? Well, last time I saw this piece of shit, he ripped me off. 800 bucks. And a bottle of oxys. Tim: What the hell, man? Hey, hey, all right. Everybody just calm down. Okay, last time I was here, I was high and I took some things that weren't mine, but that's why I'm here now... to make things right. Oh, you want to make things right? Well, then you gonna give me double what you stole. Hey, man... Tim: Mark. Fine. Thing is, I don't have it right now. Do not say that to me. I can get part of it to you by next week. I hate it when people say that, all right? Tim: Good thing I never took my pants off, huh? Now, Mark's trying to make things right with you. You need to let him. It's just gonna take you a little longer to settle up than you might've hoped. Well, patience might be a virtue, but waiting sucks. Tim: Well, I agree with that. But getting your money and living is better than getting sht, don't you think? Now, what do you say we lower our gn at the same time as a show of faith? How about a show of good faith, Mark here gives me a down payment? Everything he's got on him right now. No chance. Tim: Mark. You heard the man. I got to pay my rent... Tim: Hand it over to him. I will sh*t you myself. [ Indistinct talking on TV ] Hey, Robbie, get in here. You got to see this, man. [ Laughs ] Johnny: You Max? Yeah. Johnny: Turn that shit off. The hell are you? Hey, man! Johnny: Get up. Teri, the girl you see on Tuesdays? [ Scoffs ] How's that any of your business? Johnny: Well, as a matter of fact, Teri is literally my business. She works for me. So? I pay her. Even bring her flowers from the store when I got a mind to remember. Johnny: You must've had a screw loose, thinking you could toss her around and not hear about it. Who you think you are, come in here, interrogate me like I'm in Gitmo? Get the hell out of here. Johnny: No, son. Now, see, this is where we tell you what to do, not the other way around. Colton: Get on your knees. What, he didn't finish sucking you off? Aah! I didn't do nothing! Johnny: Now, here's how it is... You go and ht one of the girls, you ht us. And we... We are gonna ht you back with a vengeance. I didn't do it, man. Aah! [ Groans ] No, please! I didn't ht nobody! Plea... [ Sobbing ] Please... no! No more, please... Johnny: All right, all right, all right! Lesson learned! Don't kll him, Colt! Jesus! Colton: That's for hitting a girl. Johnny: God damn. Hey, check his pulse. Colton: Check it yourself. Ava: I'm glad you're still here. Boyd: Colton and Johnny had to run an errand. Well, I'm assuming you're in that dress 'cause you want me to go with you up to Arnold's. Ava: Already went. And we are invited to Napier's house tomorrow night. Arnold even seemed happy to have us. Boyd: Okay, baby. We'll try it your way. Ava: I'm struggling here, Boyd. [ Sighs ] You asked me earlier if I loved you. You know the answer to that's "yes." Now, I didn't lose any sleep over devil. Certainly not Delroy. But Ellen May being in the ground... It's tearing me apart. Boyd: Ava, she could've destroyed us. Ava: I know. Doesn't keep me from seeing her face every time I close my eyes. I have and I will do anything for you, Boyd Crowder. But if we're gonna continue down this road, I got to know where we're headed. Boyd: You meet me in that truck in two minutes. Ava: Boyd, I... Boyd: Baby. Please. Ava: Okay. [ Door closes ] Boyd: My mama... she used to bring me up here when I was a little boy. And I would look out at these lights, pretend that they were stars. I'd step in my spaceship and just float through the universe. It wasn't long 'fore somebody run us off. We weren't really welcome up here. Ava: That your spaceship? It's awful small. Boyd: It's for you. Answer to your question from earlier. Ava: That's a lot of money. Boyd: I've been stashing away for the last few months. I hated to hide it from you. I've just, uh... been waiting for the time to be right. Ava: Right for what? Boyd: It's a down payment on a house, Ava... Anywhere you want it. Maybe it'll even be a place with a view like this. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Boyd... Boyd: This is why we're doing the things we're doing. It's for the future. Three generations' time, we'll be an old family name. Won't nobody think twice about their kid and a-a crowder kid playing together after school. Ava: Kids? What are you saying? Boyd: Look underneath. Ava: [ Clears throat ] [ Gasps ] Boyd: I know this ain't exactly how most people do it... Ava: [ Sighs ] Boyd: Professing their love over a box of cash, but the way I see it, Ava crowder, you and me... Well, we ain't like most people. Ava: [ Voice breaking ] No, we ain't. Boyd: A-Ava... Ava: [ Chuckles ] Boyd: The love of my life... The apple of my eye... Ava: [ Chuckles ] Boyd: Will you marry me? Ava: God, yes. [ Laughs ] Oh, baby, it's the other hand. [ Laughs ] Boyd: [ Laughs ] Ava: [ Squeals ] [ Both laugh ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x06 - Foot Chase"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Evening. Colton: Where is Ellen May? One of my deputies saw a girl who fits Ellen May's description get waved over to an 18-wheeler. Colton: [ grunts ] Ohh! Colton: Damn it! I don't know where Ellen May is, and your smacking me around ain't gonna change that! I swear I am not Drew Thompson. That's not what Arlo Givens said. Well, Arlo Givens is a lying sack of shit! I don't know why Josiah told you Drew's still up here. Only time I seen him since he left was near 10 years ago at the Bluegrass festival, rubbing shoulders with the Mayor, judge executive ... all them rich Clover Hill folks. Boyd: How do you think we're gonna get into Napier's party? He'd sh*t me 'fore I got through the door. Ava: Not if we use Arnold to get us an invite. Oh, I'll handle Napier. You just consider yourself invited. Both of you. Jody Adair, charged with double homicide. He's got an ex-wife in Lexington. You put eyes on him, I'll make it worth your while. Raylan: This could be a little uncomfortable. Just be cool and go with it. I get out of these, I'll tear you to pieces small enough to flush. Raylan: Look, I ain't here on Marshals' business. I just want to know about the man in the trunk. 4x07 - Money Trap Unconstitutional, man. I got to piss. Raylan: ACLU be happy to take up your case. Let's go, brother. Suck my dick, brother. [ chuckles ] Nice work, Givens. Raylan: Always looking to fill up the piggy bank. As you like it. Besides, a good man's hard to find. Raylan: I don't know what to say. You found me so easy. Your cell still best? Raylan: If you're in town, just stop by the high-note bar. Pretty well living there these days. Oh. I hope you're not drinking away your wages. It would ravage those Hollywood looks. Raylan: We good, Sharon? We're good, Raylan. Raylan: It's good to see you. Likewise. Playing behind the bat, all cool, making the girl do all the flirting. Shit only flies if you're a pretty boy like Eastwood there. See, Raylan there, he's got the badge and the drawl and the whole squinty, sexy thing, and there was a time I would have run right to him, done the whole merry-go-round. Now I see that for what it is, and... him for who he is. That man's an emotional disaster. Sharon, you gonna die an old maid. [ laughs ] [ tire pops ] Oh. What is that? [ grunts ] [ tire thumping ] Looks like we lost the rear tire. Be a doll and fix it. You gonna get all girly on me now? Girly? Honey, I'm gonna cop a squat. You know I drank all 36 ounces. Mr. Pibb? Lord, how do you drink any ounces? Nectar of the gods. [ birds chirping ] [ grunts ] Yeah, make it snappy. [ sighs ] What's up, man? You need a hand? All good, friend. [ car door closes ] I got AAA. If you want, I can make a call. They'll be here in 20, 30 minutes. It's time to move on. Whoa. You understand? Yeah. Some thanks I get for being a good samaritan. I don't mean no offense. For your own safety. All right. [ engine turns over ] [ grunting ] [ choking ] [ both grunting ] [ groans ] [ grunting ] [ exhales sharply ] [ sighs ] [ breathing heavily ] [ keys jingle ] [ sighs ] Where is she? You said poke out the tire, which I did when they got food, but you didn't say anything about klling nobody! Tell me where she went. I'm just a filmmaker. Kennet! You don't tell me where she went, I'll kll your ass. [ sighs ] [ footsteps approaching ] Unh! [ breathing heavily ] [ gasping ] [ sighs ] Kennet! ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ god get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [ telephone ringing ] [ knock on window ] Art: Already signed that. Raylan: Huh? Art: Dunlop's birthday card. Raylan: This is the summary of those 20 boxes they gave us. It's bullshit. Art: Oh, that's not just bullshit, Raylan. That is rare, vintage FBI bullshit. That's a whole different bouquet. Raylan: Drew Thompson is a 30-year-old case. They expect us to believe that? Art: I tried to call Barkley and chew his ass out about it, but he's been awol for a few days. Hasn't been to work. Raylan: Since when does J. Edgar Barkley miss work? Art: Anyway, we don't need the FBI. We can dig ourselves through all those Clover Hill names that your cousin Mary and the one-legged man gave us. Raylan: One-footed ... still got most of his leg. You're doing that thing that makes me believe you don't have high hopes. Art: That eyebrow thing? Raylan: Yeah. Art: 'Cause I don't have high hopes. I mean, what have we got? We got 20 worthless boxes and the hill woman's riddles and the ravings of a one-footed man. Raylan: Tell me we shouldn't lose hope. Art: We shouldn't lose hope. Raylan: Why not? Art: Well, maybe that psychic friend of yours, Eve Munro, she could look through all those DMV photos of everybody that fits Drew's description and maybe ht the jackpot. Raylan: Good lord. Art: You know, instead of just sitting around here ... Raylan: I ain't going. Art: Just hear me out. Raylan: I don't want to see Arlo, let alone have that same conversation. Art: I'm not saying go see your father. I'm s-saying go down to Tramble and talk to that guy who used to be the Harlan Sheriff. Raylan: Hunter. Art: Right. One-footed Josiah mentioned him, didn't he? Raylan: He did. Art: Well, just go talk to him, and then after that, go talk to your father. Raylan: Art... Art: He knows who and where Drew is. Raylan: He won't ... Art: It's easy, Raylan. You just stuff that file, tell him we've got all the evidence that we need, and then you give him a little nudge or a thinly veiled thrat, and he'll spook. Raylan: He won't. Art: Well, then you give him a sob story. You know, tell him you don't want to see him die in prison. Raylan, go see your father. Raylan: Where do we keep the folder for take-out menus? Tim: Over by the copy machine. Raylan: [ sighs ] Tim: You working lunch? Go get 'em, tiger! Raylan: Happy birthday, Nelson. Thanks, Raylan. [ scoffs ] Believe that? He wished me a happy birthday. Tim: Jesus Christ, Nelson. I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. Mmm. Mmm. It's nice just laying here. Feel safe. Johnny: That boy that bat on you the other day, I gave him a whupping he won't soon forget. I didn't like doing it. But it needed doing. For you. You ain't just saying that? Johnny: You are not like the other girls. You got a light in your eyes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that way about you the first time I saw you. Wasn't two days ago you were all up in my face. Now you come over and get something-something and you want to romance me, too? Just tell me what you want. [ sighs ] Johnny: Hey. I want to know who put the hurt on you. [ sighs ] Johnny: It wasn't Max, so who? What do you care? Johnny: [ sighs ] See, now... I didn't know it wasn't Max 100%, but right there, you just made me sure of it. Shit, Johnny. Johnny: So, who could it be, hmm? Who do I know and you know... could scare you into shutting up? [ chuckles ] Damn it, Johnny. Johnny: Hmm? Leave it alone. [ breathing heavily ] Johnny: Was it Colt? [ breathes heavily ] Johnny: Yeah, it was Colt. I did not say that name. Johnny: No, you did not. You swear on that. He said he'd cut out my damn tongue. Johnny: Now, why would he say something like that, not to mention bat you and scare you half to death? He was tweaking and pissed off, asking about Ellen May. Johnny: Ellen May? Where she is or did she call or some shit. Forget exactly. He kind of punched me right after. Johnny: Huh. Mm. Johnny: I meant what I said, Teri. [ cellphone rings ] [ beep ] Raylan: Givens. Deputy Givens ... Loren Hunkis, Campbell county Sheriff's deputy. Raylan: How can I help you? You were one of the last incoming calls on the cellphone of Sharon Edmonds. Can you tell me what association you had with her. Raylan: Had? Fished her van out of Norris Lake around 6:00 this morning. Two bodies in the vehicle, one of which was Ms. Edmonds. Raylan: Damn. Decomp suggests they've been dad about six days. Raylan: Six days? I hazard a guess it wasn't a car crash? Got one body with defensive wounds. Appears to have been strangled. Raylan: Jesus. The other, Ms. Edmonds, had a fatal gn wound to the neck. Raylan: I think I know the man you're looking for. [ music in radio ] Don't take this the wrong way, Jody. You know I love you and I think you're a genius, but you got to get the hell out. I can't go anywhere, Kennet. Look at me. I'm in pain, brother. Just let the meds kick in. You'll be straight. They kept you well this long. Then you can go ht up your old lady. She already messed up my shit. I got to heal 'fore I can go get with Katrina. Six days now you've been healing all over my couch. I think you're good. Hey, hey. Pack me a bowl, would you? [ sighs ] I helped out like you asked. I jabbed the tires in that van. I came to your rescue. But you add two bodies to the two dope dealers in Knoxville. That's four killings in under a month. I'm not cut out for that. I'm a filmmaker! Let me tell you something so you can stop your bitch-ass complaining. I don't want to go to see Katrina per se, you dig? I'm gonna go get the gddmn money I got stashed at Katrina's. Say what? Oh! Do I have your attention now, Steven Spielberg? You left the money part out. Yes, so you didn't grab it up while I was convalescing. So, new deal ... I... sit a few days. You take me over. We get the money. I cut you in 20/80 for your trouble. How much we talking? Enough you can finally make your big movie. What's it called? "The last ..." [ cellphone rings ] Hello? Uh, yeah. Well, I-I-I couldn't say. Not well. I-I-I sold her some stuff on craigslist. Cameras, lenses, stuff like that. No problem, deputy. What was that shit? That was the police asking me how I know Sharon Edmonds. What did you say? What difference does it make, man?! They know, Jody! Well, I'm healed. Let's go. [ coughs ] Always hated that house. Come on, man. Let's go. Look at that. Can you believe this? She put in an alarm. [ sighs ] All right, let's go around back. Oh, that's what I'm saying. [ birds chirping ] Shit! Katrina's sister. She's white. Her sorority sister at Butler. We are lucky. If she's here, we can get in, no fuss, no muss. All right, fine. [ doorbell rings ] Good. Let's make it quick, though. No, no, no, not that man, not him. You know him? Know him. I hate him. Hello, cowboy. Raylan: Who are you? Jackie Nevada. I'm a grad student at U.K., just house-sitting for my girlfriend. Raylan: Reason I'm here, Miss Nevada, we have, uh, cause to believe that Katrina's ex-husband might be coming here for her and the kids. He's armed and dangerous and an asshle. I've met him. You got three for three. Katrina took the kids to Dollywood, which, if you know Katrina, you know is hilarious. Raylan: She say where she was staying or leave an itinerary? I probably have an e-mail on my phone. Uh-Huh. I'm thinking I'm gonna get my money and kll that man. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, it's a good idea, Kennet. LPD. Let's go. Come on. Jim. House-sitter's inside. I got time. I can get her home, but she'll give you all the details on the wife and kids first. Good. Great. Ava: Are you sure it's here? Boyd: Well, I don't know why it wouldn't be. It's not showing up anywhere else. [ clattering ] Ava: Baby. Boyd: [ sighs ] Ava: Mystery solved. Boyd: [ sighs ] Ava: We good? Boyd: Look, if I'm being honest, Ava [sighs] I'm just feeling insecure about this whole thing. Ava: You look grand. Your hair's combed all nice. Buttons are straight, and you got your pocket watch. Boyd: They'll look at me if I use the wrong fork. Ava: I don't think we need to worry about table manners up there. We just pull them old horndogs off the women, we find their history in Harlan, and we see which one of them could be Drew. If it comes down to it... what's a few hand jobs, give or take? Boyd: Well, you already looking for an open relationship? We're not married yet, Ava Crowder. Ava: Baby, you give as many hand jobs as you need to tonight. Boyd: That's not funny. Ava: Lord, we're going to a rich folk's sex party. Who would have thought? How did you know Jody was an asshle? You two have history together? Raylan: A bit. I was with the people he klled not a week ago. Did you know them? Raylan: Him, no. Her, I slept with once a year or two ago. That's sweet. Raylan: How is that? How you're out here getting revenge. Raylan: What I'm doing is making sure you get home safe. Jackie Nevada ... sounds like a name out of a Steve McQueen movie. My stepdad wanted to call me Sierra, but he named me after my mom instead. [ alarm chirps ] [ sighing ] She walked out on us before I had a memory of her. They never married, and Reno wasn't even my dad. Raylan: Your stepdad's name is Reno? Yeah. The man's name is actually Reno Nevada? Some kind of lounge singer? Card player. Taught me some tricks. Sometimes we get in games together. Raylan: Sounds like you had quite an upbringing. He did okay. Best he could without my mom. I did see pictures of her posing nude in the backyard once Reno left on the dresser. Raylan: But you never saw your own mother? Lots of people haven't seen their moms or their dads. Raylan: Yet others do as much as they can to avoid them. [ engine turns over ] You just showed your cards. Raylan: I don't play cards. You're funny. Raylan: You're charming. Jury's out if you're sincere. You think I'm working you? Raylan: I don't know. My track record as of late, don't suppose I could tell. [ music ] Boyd: Boyd and Ava Crowder. [ indistinct conversations ] With all the rumors I've heard over the years, I expected some ancient roman spectacle. Truth be told, I'm happy I don't have to see most of these people naked. Ava: [ chuckles ] Boyd: [ chuckles ] Wow, look at her! If this fine flower is what's growing on the dung heaps of Harlan, maybe we ought to relax our admission policy. Boyd: What are you drinking, sir? Some of Jimmy Russell's finest. Boyd: Well, rare breed or reserve? You know your wild turkey. Boyd: Well, us folks down the mountain, we got to wash the taste of dung out of our mouth with something. Excuse us. Former Sheriff Napier. Ava: We do thank you for the invite. Well, didn't have much choice in the matter the way Arnold put it. Boyd: Well, we all have choices, Mr. Napier. Ours was to come and meet some new people. You're about as welcome here as a case of the clap. You can worm your way in here, but that's all you're ever gonna be ... a gddmn worm. Boyd: Well, too bad you weren't the early bird that caught it. Excuse me, Tillman. I'd like a chance to greet our guests. I'm Deborah Jane, your hostess. I'm Boyd Crowder. Boyd Crowder, yes, and Ava Crowder, obviously. Welcome. Listen, why don't y'all drink your drinks, and I will take this lovely on a little tour? Ava: Happy hunting. Okay? Number-One rule ... my house, my rules. Capiche? Boyd: I don't drink red margaritas. Ava: She a professional? No, she's just had a lot of practice. Ava: Oh. See, honey, the swinging and the swapping, it's just the bittiest bit of what we do up here. I mean, you know that we girls hold all the power, right? Ava: As it was and ever shall be. [ chuckles ] And I'm not just talking about this. [ both laugh ] I'm talking about Harlan. Weren't for us and these little get-togethers, nothing would ever get done. Ava: Hmm. But don't you worry, sugar, 'cause you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Rule number one up here is, "no" means "no". [ indistinct conversations ] I see you didn't go for one of Tillman's frosty-sugar shits. Boyd: When it comes to the devil's water, I'm a simple man. [ chuckles ] To good taste. Cheers. [ glasses clink ] Lee Paxton. Gerald Johns. Boyd: Hello, gentlemen. I'm ... Boyd Crowder. It's a pleasure. Boyd: Here I thought I'd never be part of the "in" crowd. [ both chuckle ] [ laughs ] Why don't you come on over and have a little talk with us? Boyd: Well, I'd love to. All right. I moved to Harlan in '86, scabbing for eastover, which I ain't proud of. But man's got to eat. Funeral homes have been in my family for five generations. Boyd: But you yourself, a-are you new here? Oh, no, Mr. Crowder. I came back here after my aunt died in 1980. Boyd: I know a family moved down into slop creek when John F. K. became president. We still call them the new neighbors. [ laughter ] Ava: What'd you do before that? I was logging in cumberland. It's where I grew up. Ava: I had an uncle that logged there. Garret. I remember. He used to bring you and your mama to the company cookouts. Bopping people on the head with your little princess wand. You still granting wishes? Ava: Only on a case-by-case basis. Mm. Ava: Excuse me. [ chuckles ] Ava: [ chuckles ] Boyd: Well, how about yourself, Mr. Johns? I moved here in '91, what you might call a windfall. Boyd: You mean it's true what they say about your car dealership? I got the best deals in town? Boyd: That, and you won it in a hand of poker. It is. A bet's a bet. Boyd: Oh, now, that is true. A bet is a bet. We're glad to see you here, son. Boyd: Is that so? Yeah, I'm sure you are, Lee. Frank, you drunk too much. You dragged up that lowlander that screwed Black Pike Coal in a deal with Mags Bennett. You gonna do the same thing to me? Boyd: I'm afraid the only person I'm gonna be screwing tonight is my fiancé ... no offense to your wife. I know the game, and I still ain't playing. You can all go to hell. Boyd: Well, gentlemen, if I am to believe your inebriated friend, a game is afoot? I take it I'm a player? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Raylan: You've been playing poker all your life, haven't you? Started when you were ... 16, playing online. That's close to all your life. Want a beer? Raylan: Better not. I'm gonna have a beer. Raylan: You always play for money? What's the point if you don't, right? Suppose at school. U.K. I play every night. Raylan: Do you cheat? No. Raylan: You mean you don't have to. You read people. It's unavoidable. Check out mannerisms while you're deciding on the odds. Raylan: All there is to it. Maybe instead of a beer, you'd like to play poker and have a chat? Raylan: I got to do a thing. [ sighs ] [ door closes ] [ keys jingle ] Hey, girl. Jesus Christ! Jody, you can't ring the doorbell? Bell's so loud ... so loud. That why you're creeping around like a criminal? For one, I am a criminal. It's a known fact. And two, I happen to know you all cozy with the law all of a sudden, so I got to make my entrance idiosyncratic so they don't see me. Then what do you want, Jody? I want the security code to Katrina's house. Can you cooperate with me, or are we gonna have to find your joints, cut you apart like a chicken? This is ridiculous. Ah, just ... Jody ... all right, just ... just let me go. Come on. Just let go of me. Okay? Hey, hey, hey! [ grunts ] Hey! Hey. We're going with that! Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Then I press pound? No, it's pound, 7-8-4-9-5 ... Raylan: Don't move a muscle, Jody. Oh! [ growls ] Ain't this some shit?! Raylan: Shut your mouth. Drop the Knfe. [ chuckles ] Well, see, now... Come on. Raylan: I am gonna count to one. [ breathing heavily ] Raylan: Jackie, no. Ohh! Raylan: Get down! [ grunts ] Shit! Kennet, go, go, go, go! [ tires squealing ] Shit, shit! [ pounding ] You need a doctor. I need to see Raylan bleed like I'm bleeding all up in this heap-of-shit car of yours, then I need my money! Hey, hey, hey, five minutes ago, this heap of shit had a roof! Now it's caved in like a pancake! You broke my car! I broke my hip! When am I gonna get my money, Jody ... before you die? I'm not gonna die. Raylan's gonna die. This pain shit is on him! I'm gonna kll him just for the relief of it. How are you gonna do that, shape you're in? I heard him tell his Knoxville piece of pssy where he lives. I can kll that man easy as I eat a girl scout cookie. This is so gddmn crazy. [ chuckles ] This is drama. You can use this, make the best movie ever. You and me, we're gonna make that movie tonight! Feel like we're chasing the hot potato. Mind if we keep her awhile, save the state gas money? Raylan: I'd prefer to keep an eye on her myself. Would you? Raylan: Anything on the vanity plates? Yeah, it just came in ... some shitbag named Kenny Blanks over on Race street. I'm going over in a second. Raylan: I was gonna drop her off at a hotel. Maybe I can tag along. Good for me. Come on, let's go. [ music ] [ moaning ] Ava: Boyd? Boyd? [ toilet flushes ] There you are, sweetheart. You disappeared on me. Ava: Well, a girl's expected to mingle. Oh, now, I'm glad to hear you say that. Hoping we might mingle right now. Ava: Oh, boys, you know, I'm afraid it's past my bedtime. I need to get home and get some beauty sleep. Oh, come on, now. Are you a player or some kind of gawker? And keep in mind, there's only one right answer. Ava: Oh, yeah? Last man handled me like that, I sht dad at the dinner table. Come on. Don't you know why you're here? You might as well enjoy yourself. Son, son, come on. Ah! Boyd: Now, I'm gonna keep turning till I hear a pop. Oh! Boyd: You might as well enjoy yourself. Leave him be, Boyd. He's gonna have to answer to me. Ugh! Abel, you get your sorry ass down them stairs right now. [ moans ] gddmn gawkers! Let's go. Ava: Where the hell did you disappear to?! Boyd: Look, I had you on a rope, baby. It just got a little longer than I intended. Ava: Oh, w-what were you doing ... waiting to see how far they were gonna take it?! Boyd: I came when I saw. Now, I'm sorry if you got nervous. Okay? Come here. Come here. Ava: [ sighs ] Boyd: [ sighs ] Ava: You find out if one of these guys was Drew? Boyd: Lee maybe, Gerald maybe. I don't know. But I do know why they invited us here. I think they want me to strong-arm Frank Browning. Ava: The mine owner? Boyd: The same. Now, they want me to run you home, come back up here, and hear what they got to say. Ava: I don't trust these Clover Hill people. Boyd: That don't mean I can't make a little money off of them while I find out if one of them is Drew Thompson. Now, where's your rabbit-fur jacket? Let's go. [ coughing ] [ inhales deeply ] Oh, gddmn it, Jody. Dragging me into your bullshit. Oh, I'm such an idiot. I am so stupid, stupid, stupid! All right, if the cops come... they come. If Jody kills the guy, problem solved. [ sighs ] Oh, my god. Oh, what am I gonna do? Oh, just kll myself. I'll get laid, and then I'll kll myself. [ sniffing ] Okay, okay, okay. [ sniffing ] Kenneth? [ inhales sharply ] Yeah, baby! You alright? I'll be out in a sec, all right? My first crime scene. Raylan: Enjoy it from right here. [ police radio chatter ] I'm almost done with the script. It's a lot of laughs. [ pound on door ] Why does every cop knock like that? Hands up! Get him some wall. Raylan: Kenny? How long you been a Kenny? Uh, well, since it's sort of my name, my whole life. I have friends who only call me Kenneth. Oh! Jody, you know what he calls me? Kennet without the diphthong. I bet you're wondering if he's here. He isn't. I haven't seen him since, an hour ago? Oh, this doesn't sound like any of my business. So... Jody left you a movie he's starring in i-if you're Raylan. Raylan: He wants me to see it? Don't worry. It isn't too long. [ sniffs ] Raylan: Who sht it? I did. [ sniffs ] I worked with him before. Most of the ones where he's by himself are rather boring, but his x-rated stuff, I think, is better than most. Raylan: Jody does prn? Some. But this one... This one you have to watch while you're here. [ music ] That's how I see the world. Going around like this basketball. Me and you gonna have to meet up again, Raylan. Can't say when right now. You're gonna be looking over your shoulder till I make the scene. Then we gonna take it to the edge. [ music ] You think he'll pick a spot and be lying in wait? Raylan: Might walk up behind me in a street full of people and press his gn to my back. I think you'd like Jody to find you. Raylan: Might be the only way to get her done. Having to look at all the faces in the crowd wears you out. I think if I were a guy, I'd be a lot like you. Raylan: Become a U.S. Marshal. You're serious? Raylan: I may be. I might as well tell you now 'cause I know I will later. I got a serious crush on you. Raylan: Before my heart starts racing and we bang into someone's rear end, I want to make a stop. Where? Raylan: High-note bar ... for a minute. Stick my head in. You think Jody might be there. Raylan: How'd you guess? Got a look on your face. Raylan: I'm right half the time I get the feeling. Wait here in the car, okay? I won't be five minutes. [ music ] [ fre alarming blaring ] [ bottle thuds ] This isn't a drill, is it? No. All right, everybody, let's go ... out! Move! [ blaring continues ] Raylan: [ sniffs ] I saw your movie. I know what your intentions are. I could pull right now and sht you. You want to do it right here? Don't bother me none. Like I told you, we gonna take it to the edge. Raylan: [ sighs ] Remember how it was the first time? Raylan: You didn't think I was gonna sht you? [ laughs ] And you didn't. Raylan: How about now? I run into this kind of situation on the job. You've made up your mind to give up, and you're still alive but... for how long? [ sighs ] You ain't gonna sht. [ thud ] [ music ] Johnny: Oh, there he is, looking like 10 pounds of shit in a 5-pound bag. Colton: [ coughs ] How about a beer? Johnny: How about a salute to the Iraqi wr hero? You know, I never did thank you for your, uh, generous service to our great nation. Colton: On second thought, how about you blow me and then get me a beer? Johnny: Come on, man. I'm just having a little fun. I know you can handle it. Or maybe you can't. Maybe that's why you've been a little sparse as of late. Colton: What is that supposed to mean? Johnny: Haven't seen you around much? You sure you ain't laying low? Colton: I've been sick. Been in bed. Johnny: Huh. You, uh... ever get those fever dreams? I hate 'em. Make me feel like I'm going insane. [ bottles clattering ] Colton: I get 'em. [ clears throat ] Everyone gets 'em. Johnny: You kll a lot of people? Colton: What? Johnny: In Iraq. Is it any different than klling folk over here? Colton: Now, what do you mean by that, Johnny, huh? Is it different than klling white folk? Johnny: [ grunts ] No. Innocents. You know... civilians, kids, that sort of thing. You see their faces in your dreams? I hear a lot of veterans have that problem. Colton: You need to check your fridge, Johnny. This beer's warm as piss. Johnny: You see Ellen May's face? Colton: No, I haven't. Johnny: No, you wouldn't since, uh... she wasn't exactly innocent. Boyd, do you know about the E.P.A. superfund? They come in after there's a big environmental disaster like, say, a slurry pond breaks its banks. Pour in a king's ransom of government funds for the cleanup. Boyd: Well, let me guess. You want Frank Browning to bust open one of his ponds so all of you can suck off the federal tit, but he ain't willing to play along. Told he was sharp. Frank Browning is indeed a problem. You seem like a problem solver. Boyd: You want me to twist his arm? We'd prefer it... if you kll him. [ sighs ] Boyd: And if I say no? After all we've given you? Boyd: Come again? How about the whorehouse? Drug running. You ever think how you have that? 'Cause we let you. Keeps your cross-eyed brethren down the mountain placated. You know what that word means ... "placated"? Boyd: Yes, I do. But I think the word you're looking for is "pacified." I think you're missing the point. Your daddy got the point. Crowders do what we say. And to be crystal gddmn... clear... kll Frank Browning, or we'll destroy you. Wow. I was not expecting this. Raylan: When the Marshals do things, we try to do it right. I like how you do things. Raylan: I know I give you a charge, but you seem almost giddy. That got anything to do with what's in the bag? My school books? Raylan: Jackie. I figured out why Jody came back to Lexington instead of just taking off. Wasn't 'cause of the kids or Katrina. It was for the money, and I'm pretty sure it is in that bag. [ inhales deeply ] What are you gonna do about it? Raylan: It's ill-gotten gains. If I find it, I got to turn it in. But... if it was never found and it made its way back to Katrina and the kids, that wouldn't be such a bad thing. [ cellphone ringing ] [ beep ] What's up, Chief? Art: So, were you gonna tell me what happened or just keep it to yourself? Raylan: I didn't want to wake you. Art: That's very thoughtful. Let me guess. In all this, you still haven't made it to Tramble. Raylan: Uh, first thing tomorrow morning. Art: Where are you? Raylan: Don't worry ... we ain't paying for the room. Art: What, is she sitting right beside you? [ water running ] Raylan: I hear the shower running. Probably just gonna sleep on the couch. Art: That'd be a first for you, wouldn't it? Raylan: [ chuckles ] Art: She in love with you yet? Raylan: Art, this girl ain't the least bit interested in an old fart like me. Art: He said humbly. Raylan: Tell me we're done. Art: We're done ... for now. Go see your fath... [ beep ] Raylan: [ sighs ] [ water running ] Arlo: The hell is that? Raylan: FBI folder stuffed full of take-out menus. I was gonna tell you your time was running out. They gave us everything we needed to short-circuit your deal. Arlo: But you cannot tell a lie. Didn't I teach you anything? Raylan: Not really. Look, I know you think you're the toughest man that God ever strung a gut through, and you got your plan. Long as you stick to it, everything's gonna work out, but just 'cause you got a plan don't mean it's a good one. klled a guy last night didn't understand that. Arlo: Am I supposed to be impressed? Raylan: It's just a fact. My plan, Arlo, was to see that under no circumstances you got a deal. Well, I'm gonna change that. I'm gonna cut you a deal right now. Arlo: You must be hard up, boy. Raylan: Suffice to say, there's something in it for both of us. Arlo: Go on. Raylan: We know Drew's alive and in Harlan, but it's gonna be a bitch to find him. We could use your help. Arlo: Now we're getting to it. Raylan: What you don't realize is, you could use our help. Theo Tonin knows Drew's alive, too, and guess who he's got on his payroll helping him look for him? Boyd Crowder. Arlo: You're bullshitting me. Raylan: Son you never had is working against you. Arlo: So, maybe I did teach you something after all. Raylan: If they find him first, your deal evaporates, but you tell me right now and we get to him, I will make sure you live out your days in a country-club jail. Arlo: Let me consider it. Raylan: For once in our lives, let's work together, huh? Arlo: I've considered it. Eat shit. Raylan: [ chuckles ] So be it. [ inhales deeply ] I'm gonna go see Sheriff Hunter now. Josiah says he knows Drew. Maybe he'll take that country-club deal instead of you, huh? See what you did there? I struck a nerve. Arlo: Didn't do anything. Raylan: Exactly. As long as I can remember, whenever you got bad news, you had a face like a statue. Arlo: Can't help I'm good-looking. Raylan: So long, Arlo. You're gonna die here and, uh, not in the distant future ... tomorrow or maybe Sunday after chow. Arlo: You thr*at me? Raylan: And I'll tell you something. I'm gonna be glad when I hear the news. [ gate closes ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x07 - Money Trap"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... He was tweaking and pissed off, asking about Ellen May. Johnny: Ellen May? Where she is or did she call or some shit. You believe me now? Boyd and Ava intended that man to kll you. To good taste. Cheers. [ Glasses clink ] Lee Paxton. Gerald Johns. Boyd: Hello, gentlemen. I'm... Boyd Crowder. I'm s-saying go down to Tramble and talk to that guy who used to be the Harlan sheriff. Raylan: Hunter. Art: Right. And then after that, go talk to your father. Raylan: We know drew's alive and in Harlan, but it's gonna be a bitch to find him. We could use your help. You tell me right now, I will make sure you live out your days in a country-club jail. Arlo: Eat shit. [ Door opens ] Hasn't anybody klled you yet? Raylan: Try not to sound so disappointed. You forget you're the reason I'm in here. Raylan: [ Scoffs ] Keep telling yourself that. What is it this time, Raylan? Raylan: Drew Thompson. Is there a question in there somewhere? Raylan: Josiah Cairn says if anybody would know he is, it'd be you. Mm. Sure. I know. Drug runner... went splat. It was in a couple papers. Raylan: That's who he was. I'm asking, do you know who he is? Yeah, that's right. You're asking me, but you're asking me like you'd ask me if I want fries with that. Raylan: I can ask again... Different tone, if you like. Hey, word around the campfire, well, Josiah lost a foot recently, and I don't mean to diabetes. Has that got something to do with this here? Raylan: We can protect you. Hey, as we speak, one of your fellow inmates is cutting a deal to get a transfer to club fed... Ashland, maybe Yankton. I hear Yankton's got the best food in the federal system. Anyway, you give him up first, deal's yours. Last time we spoke, you said you weren't too happy with your circumstances. This fellow inmate wouldn't happen to share a last name with you, would he? Raylan: [ Chuckles ] You think I don't know your daddy's in here? He mrder a trustee. People gonna notice, even at Tramble. My God, Raylan. You want to screw your daddy's deal so bad that you'd give it to me. Raylan: I like you better than him. I tried to kll you. Raylan: I still like you better. Look, drew's done... with or without you. Even if you don't want the transfer, I thought there'd be enough lawman left in you, you wouldn't want to see Arlo win. Man, you're only a lawman when it suits you, Raylan. Gives you cover to do things you would have done anyways. Raylan: This coming from a guy who sold his badge to a drug cartel. Why do you care? Raylan: About you? I don't. About Thompson. Raylan: I'm paid to care. Come on. Come on, now. Tell me the truth. What's in the bag for you, scarecrow? Come on. Raylan: I catch this fella, I can write my own ticket. Bullshit. You never cared about rank. Raylan: Priorities change. [ Laughs ] Raylan: You want the deal... Or not? [ Sighs ] All right, there we go. Oh, Frank... he's an oddball. He really is. Now listen. Your best bet's wait'll he's sawing logs, right? And then you come through right here... French doors in the solarium. Boyd: That's your recommendation, huh? Yeah, well, for what it's worth. Boyd: Broken into a lot of houses, have you? Mm. No. I'll be the first to admit that's more your line of work. Just my two cents is all. Boyd: Well, then you won't mind if I, uh, do my own formulating. No, just as long as you go in between 2:00 and 5:00 in the afternoon. Boyd: What difference does that make? Well, 5:00, 5:30, that's when Trish usually gets home. Wouldn't want her to be collateral damage. Boyd: Well, Mrs. Browning the only reason you're concerned with my timing? Why else should I be concerned? Boyd: Well, Mr. Jones, it occurs to me that when I kll Frank Browning, if I were to immediately be arrested or even klled myself by some Johnny-on-the-spot Johnny laws, well, you and your friends might see that as two problems solved. No. Boyd, we don't look at you as a problem... not at all. I got a boy who mows my lawn, I got a boy that does my shoes at lunch time, and you... you're gonna be the boy who takes out my trash, right? Huh? Now, if I were to set you up, I got judges and state troopers owe me favors. I call them down on you, and you'd be locked up within an hour. You don't kll Frank Browning by the end of the week, you even try to act smart, that's how we're gonna play it, though, right? Boyd: What if I were to kll you right now, right here in this room? Well, you'd have to watch my friends destroy everything you love. Maybe it's worth it. I don't feel qualified to make that call, but like I said... This whole thing is not my line. Boyd: [ Sighs ] [ Door opens ] Givens, Arlo, here for his trim. He have a lay-in? Yeah, he should. Called him down from ad seg this morning. I don't see nothing in the book. You sure you got the right time? I guess maybe someone forgot to write it down. You know how that goes. He always like this? Good days and bad days. My grandpa's the same way. Yeah, you catch him on the right day, you'd never know nothing's wrong. Catch him [Grunts] Man, you want to give him another one just to make sure? Can't remember the last time I had to sap a guy more than twice. Jesus, what'd you give him? Just doubled up what he's already on... thorazine, chlorazine, some kind of "zine." See, this way, the tox screen won't raise any eyebrows. Ah, smart. Smart. Hey, so we got about five minutes before they notice the cameras are off. I'm gonna be outside posted up. Soon at it's over, you knock on that door. I'm gonna come in hard, pull you off of him, ht the deuces. Hey. You gotta tell this investigator you slipped in behind me when I went to the men's room. All right? Hey, now... You know you're looking at some serious S.H.U time here? I mean, supermax, even, you pull the wrong judge. Be nice to have some privacy for a while. [ Door closes ] [ Sighs ] [ Inhales deeply ] Nothing personal, Arlo. I'll do my best to be quick about it. Aah! [ Screaming ] Arlo: Get some! Get some! Get some, yeah! Get some, yeah! Get some! Get some! Aah! [ Gurgles ] [ Gasping ] Aah! Arlo: [ Breathing shallowly ] [ Growls ] [ Gasps ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] Eve: That's it for this one. [ Chuckles ] You think I'll ever get used to having my mail x-rayed? Tim: I sure hope not. Raylan: 19 possibilities so far. Eve: Is that a lot or a little? Raylan: You were married to him. How can you not remember what he looks like? Eve: You know how much people change in 30 years? Time was, I looked like Ava Gardner. Raylan: [ Laughs ] It's not your bullshit itself that bothers me. It's that your bullshit makes me think you're holding something back. Eve: I'm doing my best. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Art: Raylan, come here a minute. Eve: Maybe I could remember his voice. Raylan: Maybe his aura. Perhaps if you waved your hand over each photo, one'll give you a vibe. You still look like Ava Gardner. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Art: Arlo took a shiv to the chest. They don't think he's gonna make it through the night. Have Tim finish up with Eve if you want. Raylan: No, I was almost done. Art: You sure? Raylan: I got it. Yeah. Art: I'm sorry. Raylan: Thanks. Eve: Is everything okay? Raylan? Raylan: Hmm? Eve: You okay? Raylan: Yeah. Fine. [ Sighs deeply ] Eve: Something happen? Raylan: Uh... Man who was gonna make a deal to give up Drew took a shiv in the chest. They don't think he'll make it through the night. Eve: My God. Raylan: Mm. Eve: You have to leave? Raylan: Not right away. Seeing me would just upset him. Can I get you some sweet tea? Boyd: Oh, uh, no, thank you, ma'am. You sure? Ask nice, I bet we can get her to put a little Irish in. Boyd: Well, I'm fine. Well, suit yourself. I'll let you boys get to business. Have a seat. Trish is the only reason those bastards sat still for me moving up here way back when. Didn't matter how many seams that I held leases on. They always looked at me like I was cropping a share with my daddy. But they sure did want her at their little key parties. Only reason I'm telling you this is 'cause I know that you're engaged to a head-turner yourself. Want to make sure you're coming up here with your eyes wide open. Boyd: Well, I appreciate the warning, sir, but your friends' interest in me got nothing to do with my head-Turner. That's too bad. Boyd: Too bad? Well, these boys' only hobbies are screwing and spending. So if they're not using you for your fiancée, I'd say they've enlisted you to blow a hole in the wall of one of my slurry ponds, cover their land with toxic sludge so the E.P.A will come in and shower them with superfund money. Boyd: Not that either, sir, I'm sad to say. They didn't send me up here to release your slurry. They sent me up here to bury you in it. [ Inhales deeply ] They didn't send you here to tell me about it beforehand. Boyd: No, sir. They did not. I thought I'd give you a chance to bat their price. You want me to pay you not to kll me? [ Laughs ] You do much hunting? Boyd: I used to with my brother Bowman. I haven't felt the urge since he passed. You know that old quote about how once you Hunt a man that there's no thrill in hunting anything else? Boyd: It rings a bell. I don't know that I agree all the way, but I will allow that there is nothing quite like stalking something that's stalking you back. Ain't that right, Deke? Never really thought about it. Boyd: Mr. Browning... I'm gonna say this one more time. My offer still stands. Hmm. Well... I appreciate that, Boyd. But, see, I pride myself on being the kind of man that'd rather bat you than buy you. [ Sighs ] Now you take your bottom-feeding ass out of here while you're still able. If you ever come around this house again, you best be prepared for me to get inhospitable. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Colt. Ava: How'd it go? Boyd: Fine. Ava: Baby. Boyd: [ Sighs ] He got a little ornery. Nothing I can't handle. Ava: Ornery? Boyd: Well, he's a man used to having the upper hand. Took him a little while to accept his situation. Ava: But he did? He accepted it? Baby, that's great! I can't wait to see the faces on these assholes when they find out how quick you got done what they couldn't. Boyd: Uh, is Johnny around? Ava: He was. He left about 10 minutes ago, didn't say where for. Why? Boyd: No reason. I just need a minute. Colton. ♪ ♪ And then he wheels out his big gn, his security detail. [ Cellphone buzzes ] This is now a two-man job. I feel like the seat cushion for two fat people at a football game. So I don't really know what to do from here. [ Cellphone beeps ] I know I can't do it alone. I know I'm gonna need you. And I know I'm gonna need Johnny. I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? Colton: No, of course not. You were saying Browning's got backup. Boyd: I was saying that I'm between some awful hard rocks. And you're busy passing notes to cheerleaders during math class. [ Knock on door ] Ava: Boyd. Boyd: Can it wait? Ava: I don't think so. ♪ ♪ [ Cellphone buzzes ] ♪ ♪ [ Cellphone beeps ] [ Sniffs ] Boyd: Wynn Duffy. Wynn: I need a word. Boyd: Well, why else would you be here? Wynn: Go get a drink, Mikey. Boyd: Well, why do I all of a sudden feel like I'm sitting in the principal's office? Oh, make that the assistant principal's office. Wynn: This thing with the guy getting his foot cut off. Boyd: Josiah. Wynn: His situation has further alarmed our friend in Detroit. Boyd: His situation? Wynn: The feds have him. Boyd: Well, so what? He's not Drew Thompson. Wynn: But he could have been. Theo wants Drew found now. A week ago, you said you would have him in a week. Boyd: Well, things have gotten a little more complicated. Wynn: They certainly have. Theo's got a guy on his way down who has apparently klled more people than malaria. And it is my understanding, if we don't find drew for him so he can bring his scalp back to Detroit, he's gonna bring ours instead. Boyd: Well, that doesn't seem like real sound management style... thrat to mrder loyal employees. Wynn: Do you understand? Theo is ready to scorch the earth down here. Now, are we gonna have a name to give this guy, or not? Boyd: I've got two names. That's as far as I've been able to narrow it. Wynn: Well, that's great. Should we just tell him to flip a coin? Boyd: I think we should play it safe and tell him to kll both of them. Wynn: [ Sighs ] Look, Frank. Just 'cause Crowder says they're moving against you, that don't make it so. They want a wr? They want to bury me in my own slurry? I'll choke that damn pond so full of bodies, you'll be able to walk across it without getting your feet wet. You just need to calm down, all right? No, don't tell me to calm down! Tell me how we're gonna win. [ Knock on door ] Hell else am I paying you for? You're paying me for my expertise. You answer the gddmn door. [ Knocking continues ] Help you? Mr. Browning? What, are you serious? I need to see Mr. Browning. What about? Mr. Browning. That's right. Frank, how many times I got to tell you not to... [ gn ] Look, I... Hold still. [ Shutter clicks ] I-I-I-I don't know... I don't know what you... Shh. [ Cellphone beeping ] Yeah. Yes? So just to confirm, the man in the photo is not the correct target. All right. Hey, look, I realize that mistakes happen, and, I mean, trust me, nobody's gonna miss old Deke here. Now, I don't know Shelby's game... I don't know Shelby. [ gn ] [ gn ] Oh, I'm... I-I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have been poking around. Saint Christopher. Patron Saint of travelers, sailors, pilots, and bachelors. Is that why you have it? The bachelor part. Well, actually, it belonged to Abby, my wife. Same as those clothes. She ain't dad, is she? Not that I know of. Good. Wouldn't feel right wearing a dad woman's clothes. [ Chuckles ] So, which one of you did the leaving? She did. Packed her bag one day while I was at work, left a note on top of the TV set. Going on 25 years ago, must be. My mama did the same thing. No note, but... She did leave dinner for us in the fridge. How old were you? I don't know... Three or so. Young enough I-I... can't remember what she looks like. People always told me I favored her. Now that you mention it, you kind of favor Abby some. It's funny how sometimes wearing different clothes makes you feel like a different person. But sometimes it just makes you feel like yourself playing dress-up. Well, must have a been a year after I first joined the sheriff's department before I could put on my uniform without feeling like I was wearing a costume. [ Chuckles ] Bet you looked awful handsome. Do you think that, um... That I could ever be the kind of woman who belongs in these clothes... And walk into church and not have people say, "now, ain't" that sweet? The whore's come to get saved"? I think... If you pretend to be something long enough, it's not pretending. I guess my first step would be to get right with the lord. 'Cause of how you made your living? Oh, not just that. What else? Something to do with Ava Crowder? Something you saw her do? Something you did together? [ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ] Yeah, this is Shelby. God damn. Colton: Hey. I just sold you a bundle two days ago, and you're here for another. You're gonna be dad in a week. Come on in. Take your clothes off. Make yourself at home. Colton: Remember when I bought that last bundle? You asked me to strip then, too. You remember what I said? [ Laughs ] Yeah. Well, this time, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to insist. Colton: Do you remember what I said? Yeah, you said I could either let you in and make myself some cash, or continue disrespecting you and open myself up to a world of shit. Well, I want you to remember what I got right here. Colton: Okay. What can I get you? Same as before? Colton: No. I need a loan. A loan, huh? Colton: Yeah. [ Breathes deeply ] I need 20 grand. 20... mm. Well, how you want it, hundreds or tens, fives? I mean, I could give you singles if the plan is to make it rain at the lobster box. Colton: [ Laughing ] All right. How come you're not afraid of blwing your nuts off, huh? Is that 'cause you keep the safety on, or that you keep the chamber empty, or both? [ Grunts ] Come on. Please, man. Please. [ Breathing rapidly ] Colton: I ought to make you strip. [ gn ] You stupid bastard. [ Clattering ] Hello. I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything. I swear it's the last time I'm gonna use, please. Colton: Open your eyes. I don't want to see your face. Colton: You already saw my face. You were watching me when I walked in. Open your eyes. I know you. I've never seen you before. Colton: We met at the V.A. You were with that marshal. Oh, yeah. Right. Colton: What's your name? Mark. Colton: Hey, Mark. I'm Colt. Want one? Sure. Okay. Colton: We are in the shit, Mark. [ Laughs ] I don't know what to do. Someone's trying to run a game on me, and I don't know who it is exactly, but I know it's not that girl... at least not by herself. Man, that's your business. Colton: Uh, it's your business, too, Mark. I mean, we're here, right? You have any family, huh? You married, do you have kids, anything? Figured I best get clean first. Colton: That's smart. I should do that, too. So here's the deal, Mark. It's gonna be like I was never here, right? Like this never happened. Copy that. Colton: [ Sighs ] All right. [ gn ] [ Monitor beeping ] Raylan: You're not gonna say anything, hmm? Just lie there and wait me out. Doc says you've been in and out and there's a chance you'd sleep all the time I was here, but we both know you're too mean to go that easy, so come on. Give me something. [ Beeping continues ] I ain't asking for an apology. Hell, that'd take too long, and I don't want any fatherly advice. Figure if you had any worth giving, you wouldn't be circling the drain in a prison infirmary. Just... Give me something. Who's Drew Thompson? Not for me... for your grandkids. They can grow up with a chief deputy for a daddy, hear stories about their granddaddy who wasn't just a son of a bitch. [ Beeping continues ] [ Sighs ] All right, Arlo. This is your last last chance. [ Beeping continues ] [ Sighs ] Arlo: [ Weakly ] Don't go. Closer. Kiss... my... ass. You're not ticklish, are you, huh? You're ticklish? Give me that hand. [ Giggles ] Yeah. Nice and tight. [ Laughs ] Nice and tight. Ahh, ooh, yeah. [ Doorbell rings ] Oh, shit. Is that your wife? [ Sighs ] Ift were my wife, the worst thing she would do is ask to join in. But my wife, she don't ring the bell. Oh. That makes sense. [ Doorbell ringing ] Yeah, it does. ♪ ♪ [ Doorbell rings ] Officer, what can I do for you? Mr. Keener. Yes, sir. Hold still, please. Excuse me? Just... [ Shutter clicks ] [ Chuckles ] Is... is there a problem, officer? [ Cellphone beeps ] [ Rings ] Yeah. [ Scoffs ] All right, then. [ gn ] [ gn ] [ Gasps ] [ Police radio chatter ] So, not half a day after you asked me to look into a list of names, one of the men on that list turns up dad. Raylan: Mm. Can I assume that's not a coincidence? Raylan: I try not to assume anything, but I'll allow if it is a coincidence, it's a hell of a one. Except that now, I got a second stiff who's not on your list and was klled the same way as the first... close-range hollow-point, head sht after he hits the ground. And it would be hell's own shakes of a coincidence if he wasn't klled by the same man. Raylan: Hmm. So I guess the question here is, which one of those coincidences is just a coincidence? What's the list? Raylan: Drew Thompson's widow... or former widow, whatever she is... had her go through dmv photos, put aside any guys that could be her dearly departed, plus 30 years. You never said anything about the widow. Raylan: Seeing as that you're only interested in enforcing the law and under no circumstances are you helping Boyd stay ahead of my investigation, I don't see why you'd much care. Boyd's doing just fine staying ahead of you without any help from me. Raylan: What's that mean? Mm, Browning's wife... or widow, I guess she is now... she said that Boyd came to see him this morning a good three, four hours before you called me with your list. Raylan: What about this fella? His widow say anything about Boyd coming? Well, that ain't his widow. Wynn: Hey, where you been? You missed all the excitement. Johnny: I had some personal business. Plus, apparently, my cousin has decided to start world wr III. Wynn: What are you talking about? Johnny: Well, you missed all the sirens, 'cause Boyd's dropped three bodies in the last few hours. Wynn: Boyd hasn't dropped anybody. Johnny: What? Are you saying that you klled those men? Why? Wynn: 'Cause one of them was Drew Thompson. Johnny: According to who? Boyd? [ Laughs ] Only one of them even could have been, and that would've been Browning, but that'd be a hell of a coincidence. Wynn: How so? Johnny: Well, there's been a bunch of men wanting Boyd to kll him over some land deal. Wynn: Then it was the other one... that Sam guy. Johnny: Sam Keener was an old drinking buddy of my Uncle Owen's way back in the day before I was even born. That would've been 10, 12 years before drew even got here. Wynn: So you're telling me that, uh... That Boyd just handed me his enemies list? Johnny: Oh, I'm just telling you what I know. Wynn: Mr. Crowder, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is you're about to get your wish as far as having your cousin shuffled off this mortal coil. The bad news? That makes you the man who's going to bring me Drew Thompson or die trying. And remember, you wanted this. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Ava: [ Chuckles ] I should've known. Raylan: Should've known what? Boyd: Raylan Givens, if you were coming down here anyway, why have Shelby drag me in again? Raylan: I didn't have him drag you in the first time. What's going on? Oh, what's it look like? Raylan: Did Shelby send you? Well, he's the boss, isn't he? Raylan: I just saw him not 15 minutes ago. He didn't mention anything. Well, maybe he figured it wasn't any of your concern. Raylan: Well, except I told him I was coming here. I'm sorry. We haven't met. I'm deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. All due respect... Raylan: Okay, just hold up. Is that an engagement ring? Ava: Mm-hmm. Boyd: That's a big rock, ain't it? Now, as acrimonious as our relationship has been lately, Raylan, Ava and I discussed it, and you're still gonna be on the guest list. Raylan: You know the definition of crazy, right? Keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting it to come out different. Sir? I'm gonna need you to step aside. Raylan: Okay, maybe I'm crazy, or I'm just having a hell of a day. Did you just give me an order? You don't move, I'm gonna sh*t you. [ gn ] Ava: [ Screams ] Raylan: Jesus, I hope I got that right. ♪ ♪ [ Crowd cheering ] [ Cellphone buzzes ] [ Cheering continues ] [ Clangs ] [ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ] Boyd: Well, I don't recognize this number. Bit there ain't but a few people that'd be calling me from this area code. My name is Nick Augustine. I speak for a man named Theo Tonin. I understand you've been trying to reach us. You have 30 seconds. Boyd: Well, now, that's not very long. It is, considering the trouble you've given us lately. Boyd: Well, if you mean by not dying at the hands of your button man, hopefully you'll understand if I don't apologize. You gave that same button man two wrong targets. Boyd: Well, now, to be fair, Mr.... I'm sorry. What was your name? Augustine. 20 seconds. Boyd: Well, now, to be fair, Mr. Augustine, I didn't give him those names. You gave them to Duffy. Boyd: Which begs the question, now, why would you want to back a man who got took when you can back the man who took him? Now, how am I doing on time? Go ahead. Boyd: Now, it seems to me, Mr. Augustine, you're desperately in need of a man down here who knows the lay of the land. A man who will not only bring you Drew Thompson, but who will also continue to make sure that your Kentucky endeavors run smoothly long after this unfortunate series of events have passed. And you want to be that man? Boyd: Yes, sir. I do. Call me at this number when you have Drew, and we'll discuss your future. Boyd: Well, actually, uh, Mr. Augustine, there is something I'm gonna need from you before that. [ Laughs ] We don't do favors, Mr. Crowder. Anything we give you now will be a debt we expect you to repay. Can I assume you understand what that means? Boyd: Yes, Mr. Augustine. I believe I do. I believe you're in the clear. Raylan: That's a load off. Art: Raylan, I just want you to know I was almost certain you weren't a cop kller. Raylan: Almost. Art: [ Laughs ] Any idea where he got that uniform? We figure he stole it from a dry cleaners. Any idea who he was? Art: No I.D yet, but five'll get you 10 he's out of Detroit. Raylan: Whole lot more where he came from. Art: Only question is, does Theo have that many more targets? Raylan: He will when he realizes Drew's still missing. Art: What about Browning? Could he be Drew? I know he was on Eve's list. Raylan: His prints match his army records. He's been Frank Browning at least since 1972. And Eve's the widow, right? Art: Mm-hmm. She really psychic? Art: Opinions abound. How big is Eve's list? Tim: 27. Raylan: Uh, 26 now that we've crossed off Browning. Art: That's a lot of people. Take a lot of manpower to cover that many. Raylan: And we don't even know if she just picked out guys that looked the least like Drew. Art: Well, I thought we were covered in bullshit before. Well, if you're looking to add to your list, you might start with the other guys Boyd's been seen with lately. Couple of clover hill swells... Lee Paxton and, uh, Gerald Johns. Raylan: Think one of them could be Drew? I think Boyd thinks so. Can't figure any other reason he'd be cozying up to them. Art: Do you mind keeping eyes on them while we try to get our shit together around here? Be my pleasure. I wouldn't mind putting eyes on the widow. From what Raylan says, she's something to look at. Art: [ Laughs ] Well, she's at the motel with her security detail, so I wouldn't go peeking in the windows if I was you. Why do the pretty ones always go for the bad boys? Art: I ask myself that every day. I guess they think they can change us, right, Raylan? Raylan: I still don't entirely trust him. You know, maybe we should just go at Boyd directly now that it seems that he and Theo have had a falling out. Only thing we know for sure is he's Theo's only loose end. Art: Well, him and your daddy, at least for now. Raylan: Arlo's dad. Got the call an hour ago. What? Art: You okay? Raylan: Yeah. Art: You sure? Raylan: Art, I'm fine. Can we get back to the case? Art: Yeah, we can, but you're going home. Raylan: What? Art: You're taking the week. Raylan: Bullshit. Art: No debate about this, Raylan. Rachel, Tim, come in my office. Raylan: Art, I brought you this case. Art: Raylan, this is a U.S. marshal service case. Raylan: I pulled it out of the wall of my gddmn house. Art: Well, nobody's taking it away from you. Raylan: Clearly. Rachel: Let us carry the ball for a while. We'll make sure you're there when we take him down. Tim: Yeah, what do you care if we drive the ball into field-goal range, just as long as you're there to kick it through? Raylan: Okay. Do me a favor. Tim: Yeah. Raylan: Don't say shit unless you know for sure it helps. Art: Raylan... Raylan: Art, look at my desk. You see any photos of the man? So what are we talking about? We're just talking about a case, a big case that I'm sure you'd love to retire on. And who's got a better chance of catching him than me? I'll take a day. Art: You'll take a few days. Raylan: I'll take two days. Go down to Tramble in the morning, claim the body, I'll be back here the day after. Art: I'll see you the day after tomorrow. But if you do one thing that I don't like, I will pull your ass. Raylan: See you then. Art: You hear me? Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Sighs deeply ] [ Breathes deeply ] [ Sniffles ] Boyd: Gentlemen, my apologies for making you wait. Appears I wasn't clear enough when last we spoke. You don't call us to meetings. We call you. Boyd: Well, in that case, I appreciate you making the exception. We felt the job you did on Browning yesterday warranted a one-time magnanimity. Just don't go thinking it makes you the man that klled Jesse James. Boyd: No. Uh, can I offer you gentlemen something to drink? Boyd, it's 10:30 in the morning. Boyd: Well, it seems to me you're the kind of men who don't feel bound and conformed to the conventions of normal social behavior. Where the hell is Sam? Have you called him here? Well, that would be a real trick, wouldn't it? What does that mean? Boyd: Well, I don't suppose you gentlemen saw the news this morning. Someone sht Sam Keener dad. Police think it might have been the same fella who klled Frank Browning. You piece of white trash. I want to personally make sure that you don't live to see Sam put in the ground. Boyd: By doing what? Siccing all your staties on me, all them judges you tell how high to jump? Why don't you call them? Really, we got time. ♪ ♪ [ Cellphone beeps ] [ Rings ] [ Beeps ] We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this... [ Dialing ] [ Beeps ] Boyd: They didn't pick up? Oh, they ain't never gonna pick up. See, I had a very powerful man I know put the word out that continued relationships with the three of you would not be in their best interest. Turns out fear is a powerful motivator, even more powerful than greed. Sit your white-collar ass down! ♪ ♪ Now, I know people like you are used to taking from people like me. But there comes a point when people like me can't take any more taking. Now, all the things you've done, the way you built your fortunes, it might make you criminals, but it don't make you outlaws. I am the outlaw. And this is my world. And my world has a high cost of living. How much do you want? Boyd: A hundred. Thousand? Boyd: Each. Oh, and, uh, I want you to help me get a dairy Queen franchise. Cousin Johnny. Johnny: All right. You gentlemen like ice cream? Ava: I love a peanut Buster parfait. Boyd: Shh. Shh. Shh. Ava: But dairy Queen? Boyd: Dairy queens are like California real estate. Value may dip every now and then, but it always goes back up in the summertime. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Boyd: Oh! [ Chuckles ] This is it, baby. This is going legit. This is how we see to it our grandkids grow up bona fide. Ava: Three generations? Boyd: Three generations... That's right. Ava: Boyd, you think we're gonna be alive to see three generations down the road? Boyd: What's that supposed to mean? Ava: Yesterday, you got trouble from those assholes. You got trouble from Duffy. You get Theo Tonin to make one phone call, and all those troubles just magically disappear. Boyd: Nothing backs down a bully like a bigger, meaner bully. Ava: Right. But what happens when you get trouble from Theo? Who you gonna call to back him down? Is there anybody bigger than Theo? Boyd: Just God and Uncle Sam. Ava: Jesus, Boyd. Boyd: Baby, baby. Shh. Like I said, it's nothing I can't handle. Don't lose faith now. We're so close. This is our time. Let's break through that glass ceiling. ♪ ♪	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x08 - Outlaw"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: We know Drew's alive and in Harlan, but it's gonna be a bitch to find him. We could use your help. Arlo: Now we're getting to it. Raylan: Theo Tonin knows Drew's alive, too, and guess who he's got on his payroll. Boyd Crowder. You might start with the other guys Boyd's been seen with lately... Lee Paxton and Gerald Johns. Raylan: One of your fellow inmates is cutting a deal to get a transfer to Club Fed. You give him up first, deal's yours. This fellow inmate wouldn't happen to share a last name with you, would he? Arlo: [ Screams ] Art: You okay? Raylan: I'm fine. Can we get back to the case? Johnny: I want to know who put the hurt on you? Was it Colt? He was tweaking and pissed off, asking about Ellen May. Johnny: Ellen May? Where she is or did she call or some shit. Tim: Hey, Boyd Crowder's ride. You here for a check-up? Yeah, I got a... [ Coughs ] Bagram lung. What can I get you? Same as before? Colton: No. I need 20 grand. [ Grunts ] [ gn ] Colton: I know you. We met at the V.A. You were with that Marshal. Oh, yeah. Right. [ gn ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Popped in the chest... both of them. One in his skivvies drug himself clear across the floor to get to his phone. Rather than call 911, he texts you. Think you can shed some light on to what this text here is about? "Bagram," it says... one word. Tim: It's an air base we flew out of back in the sandbox. Other than that... Must have thought it was pretty important, being his last word. Dealer Dave, he don't look like much, but he was 3rd Battalion 5th Marines in Fallujah, and he knew everything there is to know about wapon retention... hence, the skivvies and the safe area. Point is, he dealt primarily to veterans. Are you sure you can't think of any connection, given your service background? Tim: I was never anywhere near Fallujah. And your friend? Tim: He was having some troubles, is all I know. Anything else? Deputy Marshal Gutterson, if you think of anything... any window into this mess... you'll let us know? Tim: Yeah, absolutely. Thanks. Thought you were never gonna get here. You in that big a hurry to transfer to Supermax? Ride on a bus couple hours, see the sun? That's like a carnival cruise. Yeah, you say so. [ Gate buzzes ] It's all there. All right, sunshine. You got your tan. Let's ht the road. [ Sighs ] You think maybe I could roll down a window? Eh, we'll see. Hey, they're leaving without me. [ Chuckles ] Ah, hell no. What's this bullshit? Raylan: Hello, Hunter. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Art: Are you sh1tting me? You let Raylan take him?! Holy shit. He said it was a late birthday present. Art: Arlo Givens' body not even cold on the slab, and you let Raylan drive off into the sunset with his kller! Have you lost your mind?! Where is he? Tell me he's in Leoville, dropping off the prisoner like a good boy. Tim: Not unless they moved it to Harlan, 'cause transponder's got him around Baxter. Art: God damn it. God damn it! You want me to go up and get him? Art: I want you to sit your ass down and get used to purging case files until I figure out how to like you again! [ Sighs ] Tim: Do you want me to call him? Art: Yes, call him and articulate to him my extreme displeasure. And let him know that if anything happens to sheriff Hunter while in his custody, he will no longer be a Marshall and neither will I. And that is where his nightmare will begin! Tim: Do you want me to write that down, or paraphrase? Art: Don't be a smartass! And all the rest of you, I'm gonna spend the rest of my day calling local law enforcement and putting bolos out on assholes. So if anybody wants to screw anything else up, just wait till tomorrow. So, what then? Raylan: "What then," what? This I... this is what it's gonna be like... you riding up there all quiet like you're Harry Callahan and I'm supposed to be back here sh1tting myself? Raylan: Lord, I hope not. I'm trapped in the car with you. So then it's, "he tried to" escape, so I had to sht him down by the side of the road"? Tim: Hunter, I am a deputy U.S. Marshall, executing a prison transport. [ Cellphone ringing ] You think I'm stupid... want to wind up in your old cell when this is over? You're calling 'cause art's pissed. Tim: You have no idea. Raylan: I got some. How is deputy Dunlop faring? Tim: Well, he's looking at a bright future in mall security, thanks to you. Raylan: I'll make it up to him. Tim: You got to know better than thinking you can hurt this guy. Raylan: I can hurt him a little, can't I? Tim: Raylan. Raylan: I'm just gonna sort a few things out before I drop the man off safe and sound at Leoville. Tim: Such as? Raylan: I just want to know who hired him to ht Arlo. Dixie mafia, maybe. That's my first thought. Could be Boyd, but given their history, I don't know how that works. Tim: You know art's got locals out looking for you. Raylan: To be expected. Tim: Meaning maybe you could use a little help. Raylan: Yeah. Help how? Tim: I could tell art I got your voicemail, buy you a little time to do whatever it is you got in your head. I could come up to Harlan, poke around the Crowder place. Raylan: I appreciate that, Tim, but don't put yourself out. Tim: I mean, you go up that way, it's bound to blow South. And, besides, I got something I want to check out anyway. Raylan: I got to go. This is our stop. [ Cellphone beeps ] Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell is this? Raylan: Oh, this? This is where I start to find out what's what. Wynn: Deputy, I'm not sure I understand exactly what it is you're after. Raylan: Hunter, you remember back in the day, Arlo got picked up for asault? Something to do with Johnson McClaren's dog? [ Gasps ] Ow! Raylan: Johnson McClaren's dog? Ohh, the dog was sh1tting on your lawn. [ Groans ] Arlo roughed up McClaren over it and I arrested him. Jesus, God. Raylan: All that dog did was bark and shit, like one thing had something to do with the other. Some kind of collie mix, I think. Wynn: I had a Yorkie, growing up. May I ask... Raylan: Now accusations are flying every which way. The McClarens are gn up to go after the Givens. The Givens are calling on the Crowders to go after the Sorensons, who are kin to the McClarens. Wynn: It sounds like a complicated time. Raylan: Until my mama, Frances. Remember what she did, Hunter? [ Chair thuds ] She called a meeting. Raylan: She said it was time we all got together and hash it out. She had some French blood in her, I believe, and she told us how the term "hashing it out" came from the French word hatchet, meaning to cut through all the bullshit. Wynn: And your idea of cutting through the bullshit is you showing up at my motor coach with a prisoner in tow? Raylan: This prisoner is one Hunter Mosley. [ Sighs ] Raylan: And he may be the only person I know alive... Who knows Drew Thompson. Wynn: Well, now. Raylan: Mr. Mosley is being transported to Supermax in the recent wake of putting a shiv in Arlo Givens, such to end his life. So I figure, Dixie mafia has got a history with Arlo and Drew. Why not put the two of you together and see what shakes out? Wynn: I'm sorry. Wait. Are you saying Arlo is dad? Raylan: You don't seem happy. I figured, if you ordered the ht, we'd all be drinking wild Turkey by now. Wynn: Deputy Marshall, I am truly sorry for your loss, but you have to understand, I had no idea. Raylan: Thank you, wynn. Whatever your other failings, I believe that's true. Wynn: [ Sighs ] Raylan: [ Raps desk ] Dixie mafia has no skin in the kll-Arlo game. I mean, if they kll Arlo, how are they gonna find the man they're looking for, which is to say, Drew Thompson? Wynn: Since you're here already, maybe I could help you take care of this right now. Could be fun... noodling on ideas about what to do with Mr. Hunter. It's only been on the market a week. It's gonna go fast. Boyd: Well, you always said you wanted a garden. Ava: That's a garden. Lord, it's like a storybook. [ Chuckles ] Storybook is right, right down to the rosebushes and the white picket fence. Uh, there's a sheet with all the specs, although the house speaks for itself... glorious views out of every window. [ Doorknob turns, alarm blares ] Oh. [ Alarm continues ] [ Keypad beeping ] [ Alarm stops ] [ Chuckles ] Fully integrated security system, as you just noticed. [ Chuckles ] Honey, don't you know opening anything will set it off? [ Ringtone playing ] Oh, uh... Ava: Sorry. [ Cellphone beeps ] Boyd: [ Gasps ] Baby. What do you think baby... a 60-inch television screen and my daddy's 14-point buck? Ava: Boyd? Boyd: [ Sighs ] Ava, what is it? Ava: That's the maid's room, there. [ Sighs ] And that's the laundry room. And that's a walk-in closet. Then I think you go through here. There's a den. It leads to the outside. Um, and there should be a fountain across the yard, in the corner. Boyd: How do you know all this? Ava: When my mama used to clean this house, the maids used to come through the back, but I remember that little room and playing in the fountain. Boyd: I never knew that about your mama. Ava: [ Sighs ] Boyd: So she cleaned a lot of houses up here in Clover Hill? Ava: Mm-hmm. They'd smile at her real nice. But they locked up their jewelry whenever she came over. Boyd: Hmm. So, do you like what you see so far? Ava: Mm-hmm. It's a big place. [ Sighs ] I don't know if you got help, but it's a lot of house to clean on your own. Ava: [ Chuckles ] Can we see the outside? Of course. It sits on over an acre of grass. Again, a lot of upkeep. Are you sure I can't show you something a little further down the hill? There are some lovely starter homes down there... beautiful views, quaint. You and your husband might... Ava: Fiancé. You and your fiancé might want to think about the commute. What kind of work did you say you do? Boyd: Uh, we didn't. I ask because the banks are getting very stringent with applications. Ava: Honey, I didn't know any better, I'd say our realtor is implying we ain't got the means to buy up here. Oh, no, no, no. I-I didn't mean anything of the sort. I was just pointing out that the banks... Boyd: Whatever home we buy, we'll buy it outright... pay cash... obviating the need to get in the gutter with the banks. Ava, honey. Ava: Hmm? Boyd: Maybe real-estate agents are like new houses... You shouldn't fall in love with the first one. Oh. Mr. Crowder. [ Chuckling ] Now, wait a minute. I... Ava: Thank you very much. But we don't need your shit. You have a nice day. Boyd: It's a beautiful house. I say we buy it. I'll put your mama's name on a plaque and put it on the front door. Ava: I love calling you fiancé. Boyd: As much as I love hearing it. But you know what? I think you and your mama just got me one step closer to finding Drew Thompson. [ Sighs ] What would you have done if Duffy hadn't have stood aside? Raylan: Duffy knows me. We have a history. Point is, he'll send someone for you in prison. You're gonna die in Leoville, Hunter... sooner, not later. [ Sighs ] You think, huh? Raylan: Mm-hmm. [ Door handle clicks ] Maybe I'm a little craftier than I look. Raylan: Maybe you don't need to be. What does that mean? Raylan: It means I offered you a deal. Well... [ chuckles ] A lot has happened since then. Raylan: Nonetheless, the deal stands. Give me Drew, you can write your own ticket to a better place. God. [ Tires screech ] [ Groans ] [ Horn blares ] [ Horn honks ] Raylan: What the hell is the matter with you? [ Groans ] Raylan: You want to die in the street? Oh! [ Groans ] Raylan: Is that it? [ Groans ] Raylan: And you think I'm gonna let that happen? [ Groans ] What the hell are you doing? [ Groans ] [ Sighs ] Raylan: In the words of Arlo Givens, "I'm trying to" knock some gddmn sense into "you." [ Groaning ] [ Spits ] Raylan: What are you so afraid of? You'd rather die here than give me what I'm after. sh*t me. Put me in the car. Take me to Leoville. [ Groaning ] Ava: Arnold, you know we take care of our longtime customers. Just to show that we at Audry's got no hard feelings... I believe my sufferings earned me many, many free visits. Ava: Absolutely. Now, you sit right here. I got a surprise for you. It better not be some dumb whore popping caps at me. Ava: You just count to three and take that thing off. All right. [ Chuckles ] One... two... Three! Boyd: Surprise. God damn it. ♪ ♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] Ava: Are you sure you're in the right place, honey? Cassie: I'm here looking for Ellen May. Ava: Oh, you're a friend of Ellen May's? Cassie: Um, more like an acquaintance. She was a member of my brother's congregation. Ava: Oh, I heard about all that. You poor thing. Uh, Ellen May moved on. She took to Alabama is what I heard. Heard the word. Took it to heart. [ Chuckles ] Said something about, uh, working at a church out there. Cassie: I'm sorry. Did you say Alabama? Ava: Mm-hmm. She didn't leave an address, but if I hear from her, I could try to leave a message. [ Pool balls clack ] What is it, sugar? [ Chuckles ] Cassie: She left word with one of our former parishioners, seeking guidance... said she was all tore up about something. Ava: Huh. When was this? Cassie: Uh, yesterday. Ava: [ Chuckling ] Well, that is strange. Cassie: She didn't say where she'd be, but I just reckoned it'd be here. Uh, if you see her, will you be sure and tell her that I'm praying for her? If she needs me, I'll be at the church or Lacey's garage, getting my truck fixed. Okay, then. Have a-a wonderful day. Bye. ♪ ♪ Boyd: Now, you got your start in the security business. Am I right? I'm looking for somebody... Could have been an employee of yours. He would have been a new employee. He worked security for you back in the '80s, up on the hill. [ Knocking on door ] What is it? Ava: We got a problem. [ Siren wails ] [ Brakes squeak ] Raylan: Is that you, Shelby? Deputy Givens. Locals got a bolo on you. Raylan: [ Sighs ] A bit concerned... they claim you wandered somewhat afield of your destination. Raylan: Just want to make sure Hunter here gets a chance to see the sights before we get to Leoville. I don't suppose you've come to rescue me. Well, I've come to make sure you hadn't been took hostage. Give Hunter's appearance, maybe I ought to be worried the other way. Raylan: Injuries sustained in the course of trying to throw himself in front of a tnk truck. Sooner kll himself than tell me what I want to know. You know I'm supposed to take you in, convey you to the Marshals service. Raylan: The deal is simple... One name, he wins. Seems like a no-brainer to me. Well, here's what I'd do. Sweat him another half-hour. Maybe he takes the deal, maybe he doesn't. Either way, you've done what you could. You move on. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Or I drive him around another half-hour, he doesn't want to take the deal, I press a gn against his ear, send him where he wants to go. And you got no other plan? Raylan: I got constable Bob sweeney up at Lee Paxton's hunting lodge, looking into possibilities for Drew Thompson. Could be Gerald, could be Lee. I figured maybe I'd drag him in front of them, see what shakes out. Well, Paxton and Gerald are bound to be a bit jumpy, likely gn up in the wake of their friends being took out. [ Raps hood ] Leave my car here. I'll ride with you all. We'll see what's what. ♪ ♪ Colton: Hey, Boyd. What's going on? Boyd: [ Sighs ] Preacher Billy's sister, Cassie, came into Audry's, saying Ellen May left word for her. Colton: Left word? Do you mean before... Boyd: I mean left word for her yesterday. Now, you understand why this has caused us a little concern? Colton: That's not possible. Ellen May is dad and gone and there's no way she's leaving word about anything to anybody. Ava: [ Scoffs ] Then what the hell is going on? Boyd: Look, she came into town on a grift with her milked snakes, her arms out for cash. Now, likely as not, she's just angling for another payday. Ava: I got a bad feeling about this, Boyd. Something ain't right. Boyd: She's fishing. Now, something Ellen may told her. She isn't sure. She'll toss in the dynamite, close the door, wait and see what we do. Now, she said she's either gonna be in town at the garage or at her church. You think you can handle the church? Colton: What do you want me to do? Boyd: Right now, I just want her found. Now, I'll go into town. You call me if you find her. Colton: All right. Boyd: She came looking for you. She ain't gonna be hard to find. And when we find her, we'll bring her back here and hear what her game is. [ Smooches ] [ Car door closes ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Engine turns over ] Colton: Shit! Shit! Shit! [ Inhales deeply ] [ Coughs ] [ Sighing ] ♪ ♪ Johnny: So, what do you got? I don't get a "hello"? Johnny: [ Chuckles ] Hello. You called me. What? I saw Ava and some woman I've never seen before, talking about Ellen May, looking all serious. Johnny: Come on. Come on. What woman? I don't want anything I told you coming back on me, Johnny. Johnny: No, you don't need to worry about Ava right now. You need to worry about me. Understand? Now, I need you to tell me exactly what you heard. So, wait. Who's wynn Duffy? Raylan: Uh, Dixie mafia such-and-such, tools around in a motor coach. Don't matter. And you went there to what end? Raylan: I figured, if he put the ht on Arlo, maybe I'd suss it out, having Hunter there in front of him. But he didn't. Raylan: I don't believe so, no. That means Drew put the ht out himself, or... maybe Crowders. [ Scoffs ] Yeah. Raylan: Oh, I'm sorry. You have something to say now? Oh, you think as I'd so much as piss on a Crowder if he's afire [Chuckles] you really are chasing your own dick. Raylan: Still haven't forgiven the clan for what the one did. No, Raylan, I haven't forgiven Henry Crowder raping, torturing, and mrder my niece. Raylan: Don't mean you wouldn't take their money. A feud ain't about money. Raylan: Oh. And it ain't done till it's done. Me and the Crowders... we ain't done. Raylan: Tough... keeping up a beef from a Supermax cell. [ Scoffs ] You was the one brought it up. Arlo kicking up a feud over some dog pooping in your yard. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] That's Arlo for you. Yeah, only you remember it the wrong way. He's right. Dog was incidental. Johnson McClaren verbally asault your mother, frances. Arlo saw fit to shove a pound of dog shit down his dirty mouth... Kind of poetic justice. Raylan: asault how? He made implications around town as to her proclivities, things he'd like to see her do. Pushed it too far. Frances took the high road... Called a truce, although she had every right to be affronted. You bet he was protecting her honor. Raylan: Arlo did that? Mm-hmm. Frances took a path I never could. I'd put down Henry Crowder again, whatever it took... And again and again... same way each time. Once you make a decision, set down the path, you follow it right to the end, at least... That's the way I always saw it. Raylan: Hunter, are you trying to tell us this is all about honor for you? I'm talking about who we are. 'Cause that's why we do what we do. Raylan: Well, if Drew don't want to see you die keeping his secret, maybe you'll get lucky and he'll step up. Otherwise, you got a short, ugly road once the Dixie mafia gets ahold of you in Leoville. [ Door opens ] Boyd: She wasn't at the garage... Not anywhere in town I could find. Ava: Did you hear from Colt? Boyd: No. [ Sighs ] But we will. Johnny: Cassie coming into Audry's? What the hell is going on? Boyd: The wind ain't done blwing yet. Colton's checking it out. Ava: How long does it take to get to that church anyway? Boyd: Baby, you know as well as I do, you can't get any cell service up in that holler. Johnny: Colt's checking it out? Boyd: Isn't that what I just said? Johnny: You can't trust Colt. Boyd: What are you saying? Johnny: I'm saying the man's a liar. He never klled Ellen May. Boyd: Uh... well, uh, cousin Johnny, Ava and I have been trying to put together a puzzle, and it seems like you have some of the missing pieces. Why don't you start from the beginning? Johnny: You got to understand, Boyd, I didn't want to accuse him without something solid. You brought him in here, put him up in that catbird seat over me... some clown I never even met before. And he ain't kin... wasn't even in your damn unit over there. But he was your friend, so I didn't know what I could do. Boyd: So when you suspect he's been lying to us, you do absolutely nothing. Johnny: I was there for devil. I have always been there for you. [ Dissonant chord plays ] Cassie: Sorry, friend, church is closed. Most of the congregation moved down to green rock holler. I know you. You're hurting. Medicated. Colton: [ Sighs ] Cassie: Trying to numb the pain of your sins. But you feel trapped, don't you... by the drugs, by the weight of it all? You come seeking solace? Colton: I come looking for Ellen May. Cassie: Well, she's not here... that much I can guarantee you. Let me help you. Don't you want to be free from the devil's grip? [ Gasps ] Johnny: Where is she? Cassie: [ Moaning ] Colton: Where's Ellen May? Cassie: Oh! Colton: Huh? Cassie: No! Colton: Where is she? You playing with me? Cassie: Don't! Colton: Did you send me that text? Where is she? Cassie: [ Choking ] Colton: Where the hell is she?! Tim: Let her go. Right now! Let her go! Cassie: Oh! [ Gasping ] Tim: Deputy U.S. Marshal. Are you all right, miss? Colton: This isn't your business. Tim: I'm making it my business. You remember me, bagram lung? Your cough seems to have cleared up. My friend Mark from the V.A. Got klled at his dealer's place. I don't remember you being this quiet last we met. Did you kll my friend? I wouldn't. You're not drawing on junkies and dealers now. Boyd: Miss Cassie? Tim: You stay right where you are... deputy U.S. Marshal. Boyd: I know who you are, deputy. Uh, miss Cassie, I offer my deepest apologies for my associate's behavior. Now, with your permission, officer, I just want to take my friend with me. I will make sure that his transgressions are properly punished. You have my word. Colt, put the gn away. Now, all we want is to leave in peace. Need I remind you that you are an officer of the peace? Thank you. Colton: [ Coughs weakly ] [ Tarp flaps ] Boyd, I'm telling you, she knows something. Boyd: I'm sure she does. We'll clear it up soon enough. Colton: My truck. Boyd: Let Johnny take it. You ride with me. When we get back to the barn, you can tell me what's what. Keys. [ Keys jingle ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Slurring ] Constable Bob. What brings you up here? Mr. Paxton, I'm here on Marshal business. I've been tasked with gathering you for a meeting. So, uh, could you put your gn down, please? Marshals must have fallen on hard times, sending you to do their business. What, did they run out of chimpanzees on their way down the food chain? Go on home, Bob. Some bad men headed this way, looking to put a hurt on me and Gerald. We got this. [ Chuckles ] Lee, hang on! Just... My name's Mr. Paxton, as far as you're concerned. You touch my door again, I'm within my rights to shove this barrel right down your fat, little throat. [ Scoffs ] Look, there's no reason to get nasty, all right? You just go on home, boy. Play cops and robbers in the mirror, hmm? [ Scoffs ] You go... you go play asshle in the mirror, Lee. [ Scoffs ] How about I shove my foot down your gddmn throat! [ Door opens ] Hey, are you deaf? I told you to get the hell off my property. I told you to drop that wapon right now! [ Slurring ] What the hell is going on out here? Both of you disarm! [ Sighs ] Well... Midget police is here. Aim low, Lee. [ Laughs ] Just... you drop your gn! That's an order! [ Both laughing ] [ gn ] What in the hell? Raylan: God damn it, Bob. Down! Stop it! You put it down! Go home, you little shit! [ Laughs ] I'll show you midget police. [ gn cocks ] Raylan: Here we go. I'll cover the back. Raylan: Sit tight. Try not to catch a stray. U.S. Marshals! Everybody stop sh*ting! Cops and robbers! Raylan: Bob! Stop it! [ Birds cawing ] Everybody calm down! Tell that gddmn nutball to stop! Raylan: Shut up. gn down. Hands up. You too, Bob. Put the gddmn gn down. [ gn thuds ] Sorry... they just kept pressing my buttons! Raylan: All right. Just... [ Sighs ] Take a moment. You got cuffs small enough to fit him? Raylan: He wasn't the only one sh*ting, if I'm not mistaken. [ Sighs ] We're within our right to protect property. Raylan: Save it. Don't give a shit. I'm here about Drew Thompson. [ Sighs ] Sorry about Arlo. Should have been clean and easy. He was a tough old bird, that guy. [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] You stood up for me. I told you I'd keep your secret, and I did. I was trying to tell you on the drive up here. I know. I always knew. So what now... Drew? Now I pull the ripcord for real. I'm grateful for what you've done... I truly am. You take care now. [ Car door closes ] [ Keys jingle ] [ Breathing heavily ] Raylan: Wouldn't be hard finding out if Hunter owed either of you something... Reason to go after Arlo. Wait, so that's what it's about? Some ht on your daddy connected him to Hunter mosley. [ Chuckles ] Jailbird, ex-lawman in the mob's pocket... Hey, that ain't how it was. Hunter got himself in a bind. Raylan: Bob, as much as I value your contributions... Right, but everything this guy's saying is bullshit, all right? Is that right? Yeah, that is right. Hunter and Shelby looked after me when I first come here, on account of that kid, Ollie kemp. I-I put him in a coma. Did I tell you about that? I did? Well, they did right by me. A lot of people were looking to put a lot of hurt on me 'cause of what I did to that kid, and those two were just partnered up. Hunter was barely a recruit... Still took care of my juvie probation, still got me the job at the sav-more. Even when Shelby took the fall for Hunter, I knew I was lucky having those guys looking after me. Raylan: Say that again. Shelby did what? Well, Hunter went after Henry Crowder, Crowder disappeared, and Miami got involved. There was all these hard eyes on the sheriff's department, but Shelby took the heat... you know, just acted the scapegoat. [ Engine turns over ] Did some back-channel deals so that Hunter could continue on in his career. That's when Shelby got into mine security. And even then, Shelby put a word in for me at the academy. Of course, they gypped me on the physical and had me run that gddmn obstacle course in the spring, with the pollen. I guess we about hashed through all the bullshit now, didn't we, Raylan? Hey, where the hell is my patrol cruiser? Raylan: Keep an eye on him. Just keep an eye on him. Boyd: A bllet to the head, right? Colton: [ Sighs ] What? Boyd: How you klled Ellen May... you put a bllet right in her brain. Colton: Yeah, and, well, she didn't feel a thing. Boyd: What kind of gn did you use? Colton: The .45. Back of the head. She's so small and light, it nearly blew it clear off. [ Sniffs ] Boyd: Can I see it? Colton: [ Sighs ] Boyd: You didn't dump it? Colton: Hell no, I didn't dump it. That's my service wapon. [ Sniffs ] I smuggled that all the way back from kandahar. Don't worry... that slurry chemicals, they're gonna kll all the ballistics. And I don't want to part with that. Boyd: But you did it at the pond. [ Drawer opens ] Colton: No, it was the woods on the way up to the slurry. [ Sighs ] I told you all of this already. Boyd: I like a .45. It's a very powerful gn. You can stop a very big boy with it. But me, myself, I prefer a 9 mill. [ Sniffs ] Show me. Colton: What? Boyd: Point this gn at the back of my head and show me exactly where you pulled the trigger. Colton: Are you serious? Boyd: Oh, I'm very serious. Colton: It's right there. [ Sniffs ] [ Sighs ] [ Clears throat ] Boyd: Well, why not in the front... like this? Colton: Because I didn't want to scare her. [ gn cocks ] Boyd: Why? Colton: Why what? Boyd: Why are you lying to me, Colt? Colton: What's going on here, Boyd? Boyd: We know you didn't kll Ellen May. The lying stops right now. Colton: Boyd. Boyd: Tell me. Just tell me. Colton: I don't know what it... Johnny: Beating on Teri and asking about Ellen May? Ha ha, that was a big-ass mistake. Boyd: Tell me the truth, Colt. Tell me. Colton: [ Sighs ] I am so sorry, Boyd. I messed up. [ gn clicks ] Boyd: [ Sighs ] Colton: [ Sighs ] [ gn clicks ] Boyd: You have no idea what you've done. Colton: [ Sighs ] [ gn thuds ] Uh... [ Sighs ] Boyd, I'm so sorry. I... I had her in my car. And we stopped at the gas station. And I-I went into the bathroom to check my gn, I came out, and she vanished. [ Sighs ] I have been trying everything I can to make this right. [ Sighs ] When I thought that the sheriff's department picked her up, I went down to Shelby and I asked for his help, but she vanished. Boyd: What did... what did you say? Colton: She's just gone, Boyd. Boyd: No, about Shelby. What did you just say? Colton: I went to him and his deputies. We looked up the records, but there's nothing on her. Boyd: Shelby knew that Ellen May was alive? Colton: Yes. Him. Boyd: Sheriff Shelby? My sheriff Shelby knew that you were looking for Ellen May? Colton: Yes... him, his deputies, all of them. I went to his house! Boyd: [ Sighs ] [ Stamps foot ] [ Sighs ] Get him out of my sight. Johnny: Hey! Let's go. [ Door opens ] Cassie: I've seen my share of addiction... you know all those poor souls who came to see Billy, just looking for salvation. [ Wrapper crinkles ] You had empathy for that man. Tim: [ Scoffs ] Cassie: You held back. Tim: [ Sighs ] When I take him down, his eyes will be clear. Listen... you see those men around again, you give me a call, all right? Cassie: Been a while since someone showed a little kindness. [ Cellphone buzzes ] Tim: Got to go. Ava: No, I'm not leaving you! Boyd: It's just a precaution. Now, you... you know Shelby's been angling to get out from underneath us. Ava: No, Boyd. Boyd: I'm gonna see you soon. I'm just gonna have a conversation with the man and see what it is he knows. Ava: We're in this together. Boyd: We are. But Delroy is on you. Go. Okay. [ Clears throat ] Ava: I should have klled her myself. Boyd: Well, it may come to that yet. Go. [ Engine shuts off ] Shelby? Raylan: Hello, Boyd. Not him. Boyd: I-I am unarmed. I'm just a civilian on an evening stroll. [ Handcuffs click ] Drew gdd*mn Thompson. [ Car door opens ] [ Sighs ] Raylan: Why the hell didn't you run? Where am I gonna go... run through the woods in prison orange? I couldn't even take a crap without dumping on some Leo out looking for me. That ain't no kind of life. Raylan: Well, that's an evolved perspective. Since I didn't run, I don't suppose any part of that offer is still available? Raylan: In the car, on the way up, you were telling Shelby you'd never talk. Like I said, that's who we are. Raylan: There ain't no deal anymore, Hunter. I'm sorry. That ship sailed with Drew Thompson. Hmm, for all it's worth, I'm sorry about your daddy. Raylan: Eh, don't be. We had a nice visit before he passed. Did you? Raylan: He told me that he loved me and that he thought I was a good boy, said he was sorry for all the times he was a dick. He was gonna miss seeing me grow up, but he'd be watching over me every day. Sounds like Arlo, all right. Raylan: What can I say? The man never let me down. Raylan. You listen to what your mama taught you and not that old son of a bitch, you may turn out all right. But I wouldn't count on it. 'Cause I think we both know whose voice it is makes you do what you do. Raylan: Let's go find Drew Thompson. [ Siren wails in distance ] [ Police radio chatter ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x09 - The Hatchet Tour"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: Give me Drew, you can write your own ticket to a better place. [ Horn blares ] Johnny: You can't trust colt. Boyd: What are you saying? Johnny: He never klled Ellen may. Colton: When I thought that the sheriff's department picked her up, I went down to shelby and I asked for his help, but she vanished! Boyd: What did you say? Colton: She's just gone, Boyd. Boyd: No, about shelby. What did you just say? Colton: I went to him and his deputies. We looked up the records, but there's nothing on her. Boyd: Shelby knew that Ellen may was alive? I guess my first step would be to get right with the lord. Something to do with Ava Crowder? Something you saw her do? [ Gasping ] Ava: We're in this together. Boyd: We are. But Delroy is on you. Ava: I should have klled her myself. Boyd: Well, it may come to that yet. Go. So what now... Drew? Now I pull the ripcord for real. Boyd: Shelby? Raylan: Hello, Boyd. Boyd: Drew gddmn Thompson. Raylan: Bullshit. Boyd: I was looking for Drew, same as you. Raylan: The expression on your face while we were cuffing you said otherwise. Boyd: Oh, you holding me now based on my facial expression? Raylan: Oh, and I suppose we let you go, you just forget what you know and think about shelby, go home, and take a bath. Boyd: Well, you wouldn't happen to have any bath salts, would you? Raylan: I'd get comfy if I were you. Tim: They're gonna put the word out wide, start throwing up roadblocks. Boyd: You know what your problem is, Raylan? Raylan: Man's too smart to get snared that way, but it could buy us some time. Boyd: You should've been an outlaw. Tim: Any thoughts as to the women's clothing? Boyd: This job has too much paperwork for a man like you. Raylan: He was married. Boyd: Too many rules and regulations. Raylan: She left him 25 years ago. Boyd: You should've been on the other side with me and your daddy. Oh, you'd still be able to sh*t people and be an asshle... Your two favorite activities. Except you would be a rich asshle. Raylan: More like dad or in jail. Boyd: Well, I'm doing just fine. Raylan: Yeah? How about Arlo? Boyd: Well, I have been meaning to get by and see your daddy. Raylan: That's funny. I was just thinking... You keep running your mouth, I'd like to go ahead and arrange that. Boyd: Oh, you gonna arrest me now for talking? Raylan: Who said shit about arresting you? [ Door opens ] Boyd: Uh, excuse me, ma'am. These two gentlemen are holding me against my will. Rachel: Shut up. Raylan: That was fast. Rachel: Art didn't want to see you two left alone. Raylan: He said that? Rachel: Where you at? Tim: Got nothing. Raylan: We got roadblocks and suspicious women's underwear. Tim: Like I said... Rachel: So, if you're shelby wanting to skip town, what's your next move? Raylan: We ain't looking for shelby. We're looking for Drew Thompson. So... If you sht Theo Tonin and threw Waldo truth out of an airplane, what's your... [ Sighs ] Tim: What? The morning shift will start at 5:30. You should be safe here until then. Now, when Henderson comes in, you tell him what you know. If it's enough for Boyd to want you dad, it'll be enough to get you Witsec. Why can't I-i go with you? That's not one of the options. Well, that ain't an answer. [ Sighs ] Listen. You don't want to be part of what I got to do. What's... what's the other option? You get on a bus. You ride until you reach a coast. Doesn't matter which one. You ask around till you can find somebody to help you make a new I.D. And you make a new life for yourself. Come on. Now, don't just take it to Tennessee and then stop. Boyd will find you, and he'll finish what he intended when I found you that night. Are you sure I... I can't just go with you? Look. I'm sorry it's got to be this way. I truly am. But it does. Good luck to you, Ellen may. But... Oh, balls. Hey. You come with me, we're never coming back. You understand? Well, where you going? Mexico, to start. Had a beach town in mind, but... Could be swayed to the mountains, if you prefer. I ain't never seen the ocean before. Well, now's your chance. How long is it gonna take to get there? Oh, if we're lucky, should be across the border before sun-up. How fast is this car? We ain't driving, Ellen may. I'm gonna fly us. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Lived here pretty much my whole life, I never seen the airport. It ain't much of one... Couple of hangars and an airstrip. You fly there a lot? When I first moved here, I avoided it. Had to keep that part of my life hidden. But lately, I've had opportunity to renew my skills. Is that it? Yep. Where do we go in? Up there at the second gate. Oh, the one by the light? What? T-the light there on that building? Go past. Why? Oh, don't slow down. Just keep going past. [ Vehicle passes ] Roger that. Passed on. Lookout said the driver was a woman. Rachel: That's seven in the last hour. There's other airstrips, you know. Raylan: Not within 100 Miles, there ain't. Well, some of them mountains, they blew the tops off... They're flat as a dime. You could land a plane on them. Doesn't make much sense, does it, since the sheriff's plane's already here. U.P.S. Was gonna put a distribution center up there, but the roads are too bad. Raylan: What? U.P.S. Was gonna put a... Raylan: Not you. The sheriff's got a plane here? Well, yeah. Uh, up in hangar 2. Shelby used to take it up every couple weeks. Raylan: We came here, talked to you, went through all the records of everyone who flew in and out of this airport, and you didn't say shit about the sheriff's plane! You were looking for a criminal. Why would I mention the sheriff? Raylan: Then why ain't he here? Rachel: Sit down. Raylan: Did you warn him? And why would I warn him? Raylan: You know he's a drug-smuggling mrder, right? I didn't do nothing! I swear! Raylan: What about that light out there? Is that usually on this time of night? I don't know. No one's ever usually here this time of night! Raylan: We got a roadblock at Crestland pass? Cr-Crestland? Raylan: Mm-hmm. There ain't no Crestland on this map. Raylan: It ain't on the map. Give me a radio. Rachel: It's warmer in here, you know. Raylan: These Marshals coats are surprisingly well-insulated. One of the perks of the job. Rachel: Drier, too. Raylan: They're also waterproof. Rachel: They also give you special vision? Because if not, I fail to see the odds of catching Drew being any better waiting out there than in here. Raylan: Is that what art told you? "Rachel, stay with Raylan." "Make sure he don't catch cold." Rachel: Listen. I can deal with your aloofness. It's annoying, but I let it slide because you get your job done and you're easy on the eyes. I can even deal with the fact that if you catch Drew Thompson, you might even be my boss. But if you don't get in the car right now, I swear to God I'm gonna start singing show tunes. Raylan: Promise? Rachel: Don't mess with me right now, Raylan. Art: Evening, gentlemen. Raylan: Thought you were gonna meet us at the airport. Art: Well, it took longer than I remembered. How the hell do you come all the way down here every other damn day? Raylan: I listen to a lot of books on tape and stay zen. Art: Well, I hope you'll bear that in mind when I tell you what I'm about to tell you. Raylan: Are you gonna yell at me? Art: What... over that hunter mosley fiasco? Raylan: [ Groans ] Art: No, I'm gonna wait and suspend you after we catch Drew. No, what I was about to tell you is that the Staties let Boyd Crowder go. Raylan: When? Art: About 20 minutes ago. Lawyer showed up with a court order. Raylan: Well, I hope they broke his cellphone in half before they let him go. Rachel: I think you're the only person who does stuff like that. Raylan: If he calls Theo Tonin, we got less time than we thought. Art: Well, Drew's been in law enforcement. He knows that when you run is when you get caught. He might stay put for a while. Rachel: Any idea where he might go? Raylan: He knows we're sitting on his known associates, so... He had ladies' underwear. Art: [ Chuckling ] What? Raylan: Not like ladies' underwear, like... whore's underwear. That m... He's got Ellen may. Art: That prosttute of Crowder's? Raylan: Why he said something to Boyd the other day. He's got Ellen may. We find her, we find Drew. Rachel: By the way, I have that same pair of panties. Art: Where you going? Raylan: I'm gonna tell the Staties. Art: Oh, hell, no. Hell, no! Get back over here. First thing we're gonna do is we're gonna acknowledge that this guy's awesome. Rachel: What? Art: I mean, he sh*t Theo Tonin, fakes his own death in a spectacular fashion, pushes a guy out of an airplane while he's flying it, parachutes into Harlan county with enough coke and cash to jump-start the economy of a small country, and then he has the balls to get a job in law enforcement not once but two times. He spends a couple of days riding around with you while you're looking for him, and now he's run off with a hooker that's half his age. That's some bad-ass shit. Raylan: It's pretty bad-ass. Art: Yes, it is. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You gonna let those guys be the ones, or are we gonna be the ones that take that badass? Raylan: You're right. We're on it. Art: Yeah. Let's go find a whore. [ Police radio chatter ] Oh, well, shit! What if I... what if I drive through, pick you up on the other side? No, the car ain't clean. And Raylan could be up there. He'd recognize you and put two and two together. So what do we do? We walk down there and turn ourselves in. I said I ain't gonna do that. Ellen may, flying out of here was plan "a." Driving out through the Crestland pass was plan "b." There ain't no plan "c." I don't care, all right? I ain't gonna rat on Ava. I don't want to testify, either... live that life they're gonna give me, always looking over my shoulder. And that's if I survive long enough to testify. But we got no play left. They're gonna be watching everybody I know, everybody I ever did know. We got no place left to hide. I got an idea. Boyd: Some good news. Best I can figure, shelby's still got Ellen may with him. Ava: But why? What good is she doing him? Boyd: Well, it could be we get a call from shelby, him blackmailing us into protecting him. Ava: No. If he was gonna do that, he would've already done it. Boyd: Which makes it more likely he's using her as conduit to a place to lie low. Ava: Staying with a friend of hers, you mean? Boyd: [ Sighs ] Where would Ellen may go if she was in trouble? Does she have any family in Harlan, any friends? Ava: Uh, father's in prison. Her mother ran away when she was little. Could be dad, far as she knows. Nicky Cush, maybe? Boyd: Nicky Cush? The fella who ran audry's before Delroy? Ava: Uh-huh. He's the one that brought her on. They were really close, from what I heard. Had some kind of twisted father/daughter thing going on. Boyd: Well, he'll be the first on my list. How 'bout you, darling? How you holding up? Ava: Food's good. Boyd: Oh, I do envy you on that front. Ava: Boyd, I can't just sit here while you're out there scrambling around. Boyd: Ellen may is a bllet in a loaded gn. Now, it's best you stay out of those sights and stay safe. I love you. Ava: I love you, too. Johnny: So? Boyd: So, you need to figure out whose bed we got to drag Jimmy out of. I'm gonna need all hands on deck. Johnny: I mean, what's the plan? Boyd: The plan is for you to find Jimmy and wake his ass up. So, you understand the situation you've put me in? [ Dialing ] I'm gonna need you tonight, colt. I need you to be that m.P. I knew back in Kuwait. Do you still think you can be that man? Colton: Boyd, I'm gonna make this right. Johnny: Jimmy'll be up front in 5. Boyd: Come on. Stay here and wait for my call. What... what's the name of the place where we're going? It's called huatulco. Huatulco. You ever been there before? Oh, it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen. [ Chuckles ] I like Mexican food. [ Both chuckle ] Me, too. Hey, they got religion in Mexico, like churches and stuff? Sure. It's mostly catholic. Anything like what Billy's church was? Well, it's a branch of christianity, if that's what you mean. Bet they give the sermons in Spanish, though, huh? Yeah. But... you'll learn. Thank you, shelby. For what, making you a fugitive? No. For coming back for me. For looking out for me. Not that many people ever cared enough to look out for me before. Look, I know we're on the run and all, but... I ain't never felt so free. Duffy. Wynn: Hmm? It's Crowder. Wynn: [ Sighs ] Which one? Never mind. It doesn't matter. [ Grunts ] I trust you have earth-shattering news, Mr. Crowder. Johnny: We found Drew Thompson. That shattering enough? Wynn: And by "found," you mean... Johnny: I mean it turns out he's the gddmn county sheriff. Wynn: That man shelby? Doesn't he work for you? Johnny: [ Chuckles ] Under our noses the whole time. Wynn: So, where is he? Johnny: No idea. Marshals and the state troopers say they got a dragnet going. Boyd's out looking, too. So I figured you'd send some guys down here. Wynn: Send them where? You just said you don't know where he is. Johnny: So send them down here to look for him. Wynn: My people know Harlan county about as well as they know Juneau, Alaska. How are they supposed to find shelby before the Marshals or Boyd? You want them to go door to door or post fliers like he's a lost cat? Johnny: So you're saying you got nobody in Harlan? Wynn: Au contraire, Mr. Crowder. I do have a man in Harlan... You. Johnny: [ Chuckles [ nervously ] So I got to find him on my own? Wynn: It's called subcontracting, and it's how business is done in the 21st century. Now, find shelby before anyone else does, or you can say goodbye to that dream you have of displacing your cousin. Do you understand? Johnny: Yeah. Wynn: I expect hourly updates. [ Sighs ] Sheriff. Mr. Limehouse. I don't believe we've met. Mr. Limehouse, my name is Ellen may, and we come here for protection. Protection? Yeah, I got people trying to kll me. Now, how exactly you think this works, girl? Oh. My friend trixie... She used to always come up... Trixie had information for me. You got information for me? And what... your office ain't safe enough? Not right now, no. Listen, I know we had our differences in the past. Yeah, like you shting down my cousin's boy in front that liquor store? But Ellen may ain't done nothing to you. And she can earn her keep. Yeah, well, uh... I ain't in the whore business. 'Course not. You're just a banker cuts meat all day and wants to be left alone. Now, you think that little, old star on your chest and that gn in your holster allows you to say whatever the hell you want up in my holler, but you a damn fool, shelby. You can ignore them both. And I know you're not gonna extend any comfort to me, regardless of the offer, but I know you need money. Is that right? What are you doing? What those Marshals took, what you had hidden in them pigs... I figure you must owe some of your depositors a shit load, plus interest. Well, you making a whole lot of assumptions. You can't just leave me here. You keep Ellen may safe and maybe get her out of town in a couple of weeks, I got $15,000 for you. [ Grunts ] Two weeks. And you get her out of town. Don't push your luck. Now, Boyd won't come up here. You'll be safe. Why can't you stay, too? I ain't welcome here. But I'll be all right. Oh, come on. Don't be silly. I need money, remember? $15,000's all I got. Yeah, well, from what I hear, you worth plenty... Drew. [ Sighs ] Boys. Don't... no! Well, I-i never thought of Ellen may to be one to start any trouble, you know? 'Cause she never had a thought of her own, you know? I mean, you just kind of put her in the right direction and push. [ Chuckles ] But, uh, why'd you say she left, again? [ Glass breaks ] Boyd: I'm sure you remember I did not. But, uh, well, it's real important you find her, huh? Boyd: We both know I wouldn't be here otherwise, Nicky. Well, you know, it's been a long time, Boyd. I mean, it ain't like we're, uh, friends on the Facebook or nothing, you know? I mean, uh, shit. Well, you wouldn't find me on one of them websites anyway, you know? I mean, did you know that... Boyd: Colt! The NSA's got all kinds of things... oh, whoa. No! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on, boys! Look, look, look. I want to help you. I really do. I do. But look... Can I confide in you, Boyd? All right. Look. Delroy didn't leave me with much. He took the whole business from me. I need some cash, is what I'm saying. Boyd: Chair. [ Screams ] [ Grunting ] Hey. C-come on, now. This ain't necessary, Boyd. [ Groaning ] [ Drill clicks ] [ Yelps, whimpers ] Boyd: You got another battery? Unh-unh! [ Whimpering ] Boyd. [ Muffled groaning ] [ Yells ] [ Screaming ] Boyd: You think he's trying to say something, colt? [ Yelling ] Colton: I think he might be! Boyd: I'm all ears, Mr. Cush! Li... Limehouse! Limehouse! Whenever she'd get in trouble, she... she'd thrat to go to Limehouse! Boyd: [ Chuckles ] Ava: I know they're here. Were you even gonna tell me? Well, I didn't know I was obliged to keep you apprised of comings and goings in my holler. Ava: I told you this woman means me harm. You or Boyd? Ava: Me. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Well, you'd have said that either way. Ava: [ Sighs ] Do you want to see her? Ava: [ Gasps ] [ Chuckles ] See, Ava? I been hiding this whole time! And I ain't said nothing! I-I know why you did what you needed to do and why you thought you needed to do it. But even then, I still... I still didn't say nothing about... Uh, about nothing. Ava: Did shelby drop you off? Shelby ain't left. Go on, girl. But... wait. Go on, now. Now, it didn't look to me like she mean you no harm at all. Ava: [ Sighs ] How much for the both of them? $150,000. Boyd: For both of them? Ava: Each. Boyd: Well, tell him we'll do it. Ava: Baby, that's gonna clean us out. Boyd: Baby, just tell him. I'll see you soon. [ Cellphone beeps ] $500,000? Boyd: You want your man, that's what it's gonna cost. Oh, that's all, huh? Boyd: That and a rather large piece of the heroin trade. [ Chuckles ] I don't think Theo's gonna go for that. Boyd: I'm about to give you Drew gddmn Thompson on a silver platter. You bet your mama's wedding ring he'll go for it. Why don't we leave my mother out of this? And why don't you call me when you got him? [ Click, dial tone ] [ Cellphone beeps ] Colton: We good? Boyd: There's no substitution for a winning personality. I'm so tired of hearing that gddmn girl's name. Johnny: Teri, sweetie... I'm prettier than her. I'm blond, and I can do shit they ain't even thought up names for. Johnny: Would you just stop, please, for a minute, and think? Now, maybe... maybe you know something you just don't know you know. What's that supposed to mean? Johnny: It means to think about Ellen may, okay, and the people that she would talk about. Maybe she has an aunt or... or someone somewhere that she could count on. If she had somebody she could count on, I guess she wouldn't be sucking hillbilly dicks for money, would she? [ Cellphone vibrates ] [ Sighs ] Johnny: Oh, shit. [ Gasps ] Johnny: Yo. Boyd: Johnny? I thought I asked you to stay at the bar. Johnny: Oh, well, uh, I am, uh, working on a lead on shelby. Boyd: Why, no need, cousin. Both he and our lost sheep have been found. Johnny: You found them? Boyd: Well, how about this for irony? Seems they made a wrong turn, fell into Ava's lap. Johnny: They're at nobles? Boyd: Limehouse is gonna sell them to us. It's gonna cost me everything I got. But we deliver shelby to Theo Tonin, I have it on good authority he will make it worth our while. Johnny: Shit, Boyd. Limehouse? You can't trust him. Boyd: I don't have a choice, cousin. [ Knock on door, door opens ] But if we get this right... We will be kings. Johnny: Well, all right. I'm on my way. Raylan: What's up, Johnny? I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm deputy U.S. Marshal Givens. This is Brooks. I think I seen you up here before. Raylan: As much as I don't consider myself the type, I have become a frequenter of this particular whorehouse. Johnny: Hey, Teri, you step out? Rachel: Actually, it's ladies of your establishment we're looking to speak to. Figure maybe they could help us find someone? Oh, my God. Not Ellen may again. Raylan: So we're not the only ones, then? Johnny: [ Chuckles ] You're asking questions about Ellen may? Maybe you're asking the wrong questions. Raylan: Oh, I'm sorry, Johnny. What questions should we be asking? Honey, you can go. [ Sighs ] Whatever. [ Door closes ] Raylan: Okay. Johnny: Well, maybe what you should be asking is where does Boyd keep all his money? You bust his ass for tax evasion. Raylan: Saying you're gonna tell us? Johnny: Sure. Why the hell not? Boyd doesn't give a damn about nothing. Never did. When we was kids, he'd build half a tree house, and then he'd run off and go build a go-kart. And then he'd forget them both and spend the whole rest of the summer stealing candy and trading it for cigarettes. Raylan: I'll take your word for it. I just dug coal with the man. Johnny: And he gets back from the wr, and he finds Jesus. And he receives his ordination through the mail from one of them Bible colleges down in South Carolina or some shit, making us all learn the ways of white supremacy, as it was laid down by the lord almighty. Then he goes on and on and on about white flight and all that shit. You know what that is? Raylan: Mm-hmm. People moving out of town? Johnny: White people moving to the suburbs. Rachel: 'Cause they want to cut grass and have barbecues? Johnny: [ Chuckles ] Shit, no. 'Cause they want to get away from black people like you and all the greasers and the asiatics and all the gddmn Mexicans running around infecting the place. But, you know, these are Boyd's words. Raylan: Johnny. What's your point? Johnny: You know what he's doing now, Raylan? He's buying a house in the gddmn suburbs! [ Both laugh ] Up there on clover hill, because the man is in love. Rachel: You sound like he stole your girlfriend. Johnny: Ha! No. He stole Raylan's girlfriend. He stole my job. Oh, but I did get this as a consolation prize for believing all of his bullshit. Raylan: Thing is, Johnny, you didn't get cut in half from Bo's gn 'cause of Boyd. You got sht 'cause that's the shit that happens when you choose to live a life as a small-time asshle. Second, I'm guessing if Boyd's getting close to Drew makes him a made man, then you'll be spending the rest of your days playing second fiddle. Your problem is we don't give a shit about Boyd. That's not why we're here. The man we're after... Drew Thompson. Now, you can help us with that, maybe we can do you a favor in the process. [ Bottle uncorks ] Johnny: [ Chuckles ] Mr. Crowder! Boyd: How about we dispense with the bullshit, get this thing done? See, now, I thought you'd come up here with a little more gratitude, considering all the stuff I done for you. Boyd: I got three different types of people in my life... my friends, our friends, and her friends. You know which one you fall into? Well, I could guess. Boyd: You ain't done shit for me. You done it for her. Now, you want what I got in this briefcase or you want to waste some more of my time? And I believe I'll take what I came for, be on my way. You ever been on a plane, Mr. Crowder? Boyd: Why? You plan on taking flying lessons with my money? I've been having this dream. I dream that I'm flying this plane. I mean one of them great, big, old suckers... a jumbo jet. And all the passengers is folks from nobles holler. Damn near everybody I know and care about's on this thing. I'm at the controls when all of a sudden, something goes terribly wrong. Lights is flashing, buzzers sounding. [ Imitates alarm blaring ] And we start going down. And I'm fighting to keep it level, and it ain't no use. And I always wake up just before impact, sweating. Boyd: While I believe I understand your subtle metaphor, what I don't understand is why you feel the need to tell me. Well... I'm telling you so you understand... Why I'm about to do what I'm about to do. Ava: Ellstin, we had a deal. We did. Ava: Yeah. And now I'm changing it. Hell, that ain't enough money to purchase no two lives. It'll get you one. And which 'un is up to you. Boyd: [ Clears throat ] Well, uh... You mind if I take a moment to confer with my lady? Ellen may. No. Boyd: Ava, we can always make more money. But if she turns on us... Ava: She ain't gonna say anything. Boyd: You don't know that! Ava: She hasn't so far. Boyd: Ava, she's a wild animal, and if she gets cornered, there's no telling what she'll do. Ava: Shelby's our future. We can't pass this up. Boyd: There ain't no future for me without you. It's Ellen may. Ava: Then do this for me, for us. Please. Shelby. No. [ Crying ] No, no. No, no. Girl. Girl, be quiet. Please. No, no, no, no! Please. Take me! He ain't done anything wrong! He didn't do anything to you! Ava: Limehouse wouldn't do no different than we would. No, you don't know that! Ava: Listen! You're gonna be safe... [ Spits ] No!! Get off. [ Crying ] No. Girl. Come on, girl. Girl. [ Crying ] It's okay. It's okay. It's my time. It's my time. The boys will take y'all back down the hill to your car. When you get another 300 grand together, you, uh... Give me a call. We'll talk about getting your little ho back. Ava: [ Sighs ] Oh, thank you. [ Crying ] Boyd: Hey. Come on. I jumped with too much cocaine. Came in hot, broke my legs. Never would've stayed in Harlan if I had landed right. Well... Whole world would've been mine to explore. Boyd: Well, I'd say you had yourself a pretty good run, considering. Well, thanks to your daddy and Arlo... may they rest in peace. Ava: Are you saying Arlo Givens is dad? Shivved in prison. Figured you'd have heard by now. Boyd: No, we had not. Poetic, I suppose, as you'll soon be joining them in the afterlife. I'm sure the three of you will have a lot to talk about. That cocaine I brought to Harlan... that made your people, Boyd. Pulled them out of trailers, put them in houses. Put food on your table, presents under your tree. That's why your daddy protected me all those years, no matter what befell him. But I wonder, after all he went through, what he'd think about you handing me over to be tortured and klled? Boyd: Well, under the circumstances, I think he'd understand just fine. I think maybe you didn't know your daddy. Boyd: Listen... Drew, shelby, whatever the hell your name is... I appreciate the play you're trying to make. But men like us... Sooner or later, we got to reap what we sow. And this is your 6x6 plot of land. [ Vehicle approaches ] [ Vehicle door opens ] Well, amigo, this is where we part ways. Now, if it's any solace during this difficult moment, know that your sacrifice will be providing for the next generation of the Crowder family. [ Vehicle door shuts ] Colt! You ready to make your penance? Don't forget my money. Rachel: You're not worried. Raylan: I wasn't, till you started up. Rachel: Letting this ride on the word of Johnny Crowder... Raylan: You were there. He made a very compelling argument. Raylan: Or we just got played like a bunch of first-class chumps. [ Cellphone vibrates ] Raylan: Drop's in one of the fields down off gentry road. Rachel: Where the hell is gentry road? Raylan: That way. Turn right. Rachel: How much time do we have? Raylan: Didn't say. Rachel: How are we supposed to know which field? Raylan: Apparently, all we got to do is look up. She was at my house, you know... the whore... cowering underneath kitchen table while you were prowling around the entryway. All I could do to keep from laughing my ass off, watching you hoot and holler. Colton: Shh. You were a military policeman, right? That's nice police work. Pretty sure her gddmn sweater was draped over the chair right by where you were standing. [ Grunts ] [ Breathing heavily ] Is that who you are? ht a defenseless old man about to punch his ticket? Colton: Well, I told you to shh. You junkie pssy. You got no balls. Colton: Don't push me. You're gonna die at Boyd's hand once he uses you up. Oh, what are you gonna do with that... wave it around, try and look tough? Colton: Go ahead. Try me. Keep talking. [ Chuckles ] You haven't got the stones. You couldn't hurt anybody, except maybe a weak, broken-down whore. You ain't man enough to pull that trigger. But go on. Do it. Do it! [ Breathing heavily ] Colton: [ Laughing ] Nice try. [ Laughs ] I appreciate your effort. [ Continues laughing ] You are gonna wish that I sht you. What do think they're gonna do to you once they get ahold of you, huh? Hmm? Cut you up in pieces? Waterboard you? And cut out that eye? You heard about that, huh? Colton: I've seen men in the service die slow. It is a horrible way to go. Please. Boyd will still get his money. [ Helicopter blades whirring ] Colton: I think your ride is here. Happy trails. Go! Go, go, go. Boyd's guy colt ran up the road there into the woods. Handcuff keys are on the fence post over there. Art: Tim? Rachel, back him up. You okay? [ Panting ] Yeah. Thanks for coming out. [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Anything for Drew Thompson. Yeah. Sorry I didn't mention it sooner. Raylan: Oh, what fun would that have been? [ Grunts ] [ Handcuffs click ] I guess this is where I'm supposed to surrender. Art: You can tell us everything now or let it be a big surprise later. You get me out of here, I'll give you whatever you want. Raylan: Where's your girlfriend? She's at Limehouse's place. She's gonna need your help. Raylan: Yeah, we'll get right on that. Boyd: Uh-huh. [ Sighs ] That was colt. The Marshals got to Drew before Nicky could. Ava: How is that possible? What do we do? Boyd: We make a case to Theo. Johnny: Or...? Boyd: Or we run. [ Cellphone beeps ] Wynn: That was Nicky augustine. The Marshals have Drew Thompson. Shit. [ Water running ] Wynn: Yes. That. He wants us down in Harlan. We gonna go? Wynn: Do you have a passport? You need a passport to get into Harlan? Wynn: No, you need a passport to get into Canada. Are you serious? Wynn: Would you prefer Mexico? I'd prefer not running away like a little bitch. Wynn: Okay. You can stay. I don't know how I'll survive without you, but I'll try to get by. [ Sighs ] Raylan: Is is just me, or they look empty-handed? Art: Well, this could be a real big thing for you, Raylan. Bump you up a couple of grades, get your choice of assignment. Could be a whole new life for you. Your kid, too. Raylan: Still gonna suspend me for hunter mosley? Art: Oh, you bet your ass. But still... enjoy this. Raylan: This? We're standing in a field. We haven't done shit. Tim: He got to his car before we could get to him. Rachel: [ Panting ] So what's next? Art: Theo Tonin knows we got Drew. He's not gonna be too happy about that. Raylan: Meaning we just got to figure out how to get out of Harlan alive.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x10 - Get Drew"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Boyd: It's a down payment on a house, Ava... Anywhere you want it. Ava: You and me... We klled a man. We dumped his body down a mine shaft without ceremony. I sunk a man was sht right in front of me down a splinter shaft off Black Lick Road. Ava: You think telling this girl what you done, that cleans your slate? Cassie: You kll her, you got to kll me, too. You willing to have two mrder on your head? Ava: You got no idea what I'm willing to do. Boyd: I understand, Ava, why you needed to do it the way that you did it. There's still one more move we can make. And we get rid of Delroy's body once and for all. This is my world. And my world has a high cost of living. How much do you want? Boyd: A hundred. Thousand? Boyd: Each. What has your God told you to do, Mr. Augustine? kll Drew Thompson. Boyd: Well, if you want Drew Thompson, you'll need Raylan Givens. And if you want Raylan Givens, you'll need me. Raylan, old friend? Raylan: Hold your fre. Drew's not here. You want to come in, take a look... Boyd, want to send a message to you and the boys you're working for from Detroit. You lost. Give up. Go home. Was that the marshal in the hat? Boyd: It was. What was his name? Boyd: Raylan Givens. We got to go. Art: Congratulations. Nice work. And you're suspended. Art: So, Drew Thompson and Ellen May taken care of, huh? Raylan: Drew's on his way to the safe house. We're gonna put Ellen May up in a little no-tell motel till we figure out what to do with her. Art: Well, good. And what's this? Raylan: Paperwork's all done. All is right with the world. Art: You're sure? Raylan: I'm sure. Art: There's not just one more thing you need to do before I suspend you? Raylan: No, I think I'm good. Art: [ Breathes deeply ] That was supposed to be withering sarcasm. Raylan: Because I'm thorough? Because I like to see things through? Art: I think maybe it's because you'd rather face a gn thug than, say, go to a birthing class. Raylan: Well... I'm gonna start testing that theory right now. Art: Mm. Raylan: Got a call from Winona... Something about two rocking chairs, and we already had one. Art: How many rocking chairs does a woman need? Raylan: Apparently, I'm about to find out. Art: Well, consider yourself suspended. Raylan: Much obliged. That guy you sht... you good? Tim: He called it. Raylan: Well, if you need someone to talk to... you got Rachel. Tim: I got Rachel. Rachel: No pink. Raylan: I beg your pardon? Rachel: Baby's nursery... you want to stay away from pink. Raylan: I'll keep that in mind. Tim: I could have told him that. That's everything on the list. Boyd: You check the light on your helmet? Yeah. Good to go. How deep we gonna have to get? Boyd: Well, it doglegs left about 150... Gotta figure that's where we'll find him. 150 feet? Boyd: What... you afraid of falling? I'd be more scared of it falling in on you. Shit, Boyd. When's the last time this thing was mined? Boyd: I'd put it this way... My daddy's granddaddy was the last person on the payroll to walk out of that mine. Ava: Baby. Can I have a word? Boyd: You got this? Yeah. Ava: You always said moving a body was a real good way of getting caught. Boyd: Well, that's why it's only an option when you have no other option. It's a bird in hand, Ava. Jimmy? Jimmy, we gotta go. Lock and load. [ Boards creaking ] [ Debris falling ] Whoa. What do you got? Located 10-7, in advanced decomp. Gonna need a coroner's bag, a shovel, and, uh... A lot of rope. Ava: Boyd? [ Engine shuts off ] Boyd: Stay here. Mooney. What's going on? I think you know what's going on, Boyd. KSP passed us a tip about a body in a mine shaft. Boyd: Well, there's always rumors about that sort of thing. This ain't a rumor. Boyd: Well, looks like I picked the wrong day for a picnic. [ Van door slams ] [ Engine turns over ] Ava: What do we do? Raylan: [ Sighs ] [ Doorbell rings ] [ Knock on door ] Gayle! Winona! You guys left the, uh... You must be Raylan. Raylan. Let's talk about how to keep this from being the worst day of your life. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ You know this thing has night vision? Makes sense... I mean... I mean, how else you gonna watch the kid sleep? When are you supposed to sleep? You're sure this is all he had? 'Course I'm sure. It's not like the first time I frisked a guy. One gn in his belt? No... no holster? No backup piece? No badge, either. Raylan: I've been suspended. For doing what? Raylan: My job, mostly. [ Sighs ] No wonder the Chinese are kicking our ass. They expect you to stay up all night glued to this thing, watch the kid's chest go up and down? Winona: I guess they assume you'll do anything to keep your kid safe. Ooh. [ Chuckling ] Girl's got some balls on her, Raylan... thrat us without thrat us. You know what she said earlier? If we're gone before you arrive, we might live through the day. Raylan: Well... that's why I love her. I'm glad to hear you say that, 'cause the thing we need you to do for us requires a little acting. Sounds like you won't need to search too hard for your, uh, motivation. Raylan: Well, good. Have you seen "The Friends of Eddie Coyle"? The stickup crew in that movie, the guys that Mitchum buys the gn for... Raylan: Moe Greene and one of the fellas from "Rockford Files." Remember how they'd bust into a bank manager's house, leave one man there while the bank manager drives the rest of the crew to his branch, lets them into the vault? Guy hits the alarm, his family dies. Tries to signal someone, they die. Everything goes smooth, guy gets his family back. They drive off and count their money. Raylan: You guys saying we're gonna go rob a bank? Shelby Parlow. Raylan: We're gonna rob Shelby? [ Grunts ] Hey. asshle. How's he gonna get us into the safe house if it looks like he's just been worked over? I'm just supposed to stand here while he runs his mouth? Just ht him in the gut next time or the balls. No. We're not gonna rob anybody. You're gonna take us to where you're keeping Shelby... Raylan: Ohh. Get whoever's guarding him to open the door. Then we're gonna go in and do what needs doing. Cobb will stay here with Ms. Hawkins. Anything goes wrong, he kills her. Slow. Maybe tears the baby out, kills it separate. How'd he blow it with you, anyway? Winona: Oh, you'll understand if I'm not really in a sharing place right now. Oh, man. Don't tell me he stepped out on you. Winona: I'm not gonna tell you anything. Raylan: I'm afraid you're wasting your time. I can't help you. All you boys can do now is make things worse for yourselves. If I were you, I'd drop my gn, lay down on my tummy, and put my hands behind my head. You would, huh? Raylan: I would if I were you. If I were him, I'd just work on reading that little book without having to move my lips. [ Grunts, gasps ] Winona: [ Screaming ] Ah! J... think it through, now. Huh? Winona: [ Whimpers ] Even if you get me, it won't solve your problem. You think this beard makes me Santa? I'm an elf. You don't get me to Shelby, all of you... Her, the baby... You're all on Nicky's list, marked for life. Winona: [ Panting ] Huh? All right. [ gn ] [ Grunts ] Winona: [ Screams ] [ Panting ] Ava: I don't want to go someplace and start over. But there's nothing left to do but run. Boyd: Baby, you ain't goin' anywhere without me. [ Smooches ] Ava: I'm not saying I want to. Boyd: Truth be told, Ava, the world being what it is today... [ Sighs ] I don't know where we would go that they wouldn't find us. [ Sighs ] Well, it could be I have one more card to play. Ava: Boyd, they got Delroy's body. Boyd: They think they got Delroy's body. Art: Well, there's no I.D's on any of them. We'll have to wait for prints. Raylan: They ain't my problem anymore. Art: Clearly. Raylan: It's this guy who sent them I'm concerned about... This Nicky fella. Nicky Augustine. Raylan: Oh, good. You're familiar? More than I'd like to be. Raylan: You want to tell me where I could find him? Deputy, I'm just here to make sure the t's get dotted and nothing happens to our case against Theo Tonin. Raylan: Theo Tonin? Mm-hmm. Raylan: We ain't talkin' about him. This has got nothing to do with him. Art: We know. Raylan: What do we know? Art: Theo Tonin flew to Tunisia a couple days ago. Raylan: Oh. Topless beaches and no extradition. Fun for him. Art: Sounds like he's taking an early retirement. Raylan: You say that like it's supposed to make me feel better. Art: Well, it is. Sammy's his next-in-line, and apparently, he and Nicky aren't real fond of each other. It's all very Shakespearean. Raylan: You're saying Sammy is gonna set this right? Art: Well, either he will or maybe some of your fellow federal-law-enforcement officials. Raylan: Sammy's a punk. Sammy's scared of his own shadow 'cause his shadow could kick his ass. Art: Yeah, Raylan, but he's not this, and he's not going to accept Nicky as his number 2. Raylan: Nicky will eat him alive. Art: You don't even know Nicky. Raylan: I know what he is. And I know what it means once you're on his list. You know so much... Tell me I'm wrong. Thank you. You can go now. Get a pencil. Do whatever lawyers do. I got it. Art: David, just give us a second here. Raylan: Art, don't try to tell me I can't work this case because I've been suspended. Art: Well, you have been suspended. Raylan: Look around. Art: But that's not why you can't work this case. Raylan: They're wheeling bodies out of my kid's gddmn nursery. Art: That's why. Raylan: Fine. And when Nicky makes good on his thrat to kll Winona and the baby, that's gonna be on you. Art: Raylan, I can't imagine what you're going through. I really can't. And I feel for you. But just so we're clear... If you go after Nicky... don't bother coming back. Raylan: Everything okay? Winona: No. Raylan: What's wrong? The baby? Winona: No, the baby's fine. I'm fine. But everything is not okay. Raylan: Can you give us a sec? [ Door closes ] Winona: He said we're on "the list." Raylan: That was bullshit. Winona: How do you know? Raylan: He was just trying to scare you. Winona: Oh, well, it worked. Raylan: Listen to me. Everything... you are gonna be fine. I promise. Winona: I am having a hard enough time dealing with this, Raylan, without you coming in here and lying to me. Raylan: We're gonna take you to a hotel. Winona: Do I get a protection detail or Witsec? Raylan: Protection detail. Winona: 'Cause if it was Witsec, then, you know, we wouldn't have to change the baby's name, seeing that she doesn't have one yet. Raylan: Just a protection team. Winona: Okay. Maybe one of them can be my birthing coach. Raylan: If you need something from inside, we should get it now. I want someone to take you right away. Winona: What are you gonna do? Raylan: I'm gonna find the guy responsible for this, and I'm gonna take care of it. Boyd: [ Sighs ] [ Door opens ] Mr. Paxton. Why, thank you very much for coming out on what I'm sure is a very busy day and life. Well, what am I doing here, Boyd? I don't work for you anymore. Boyd: No, but you work for him. And he works for me. Now, Jimmy, lock that front door. Uh-huh. You trying to scare me again, Mr. Crowder? Boyd: I think you're already scared of me, Mr. Paxton... As you very well should be. Now, I would invite you to take a seat, but I don't think this meeting's gonna take very long. Now, law enforcement uses your funeral home as a morgue sometimes, am I correct? Funeral directors often provide storage for law enforcement... out of a sense of civic responsibility. Boyd: Or payback for them being in your back pocket. Well, there's a body in your morgue right now, Mr. Paxton. State police pulled it out of a mine shaft this morning. Now, Mooney, don't you lie to me. Have the police put a name to that body yet? State police said it was Delroy Baker, some fella that used to run audry's before he went missing and you took over. Boyd: Let's dispense with the ambiguity, shall we? Medical examiner's coming down from Lexington in the morning to identify the body and the cause of death. Boyd: Well, Mr. Paxton... I need you to help me make that body in your morgue not Delroy. May I ask why? Boyd: No. You may not. Simple answer to your question is to steal it... Get another body to replace it. But if you are suggesting... Boyd: Oh, I am not suggesting. Do you have any idea where to get a second body? Boyd: Well, you're the undertaker. You tell me. Why would I do all this to help you? Boyd: To consider your debt to me paid in full, Mr. Paxton. Boyd: [ Grunting ] Man, I don't like this. Boyd: What, you scared? Ain't you? Boyd: Only thing I'm scared of is not getting this done in time. Keep digging. [ Grunts ] [ Shovel thuds, scrapes ] [ Grunts ] Well, they didn't even have the decency to put him 6 feet down. All right. We gotta get him up out of here. Yeah. Boyd: [ Grunts ] [ Crack ] Aah! Oh! Shit, Boyd! Sh... [ muffled screaming ] Boyd: Hey! Shh! Shh! Shh! Don't you know what we're doing is illegal? [ Panting ] Boyd: Now shh. Stay calm. Get me out of this, Boyd. Boyd: [ Grunts ] Keep... God! Oh! Boyd: Shh. [ Shudders ] Boyd: Hand me that flashlight. [ Panting ] Boyd: It's a cardboard box. That's what happens, you die indigent. What do we do now? Boyd: Well, we take a few moments to contemplate the mortal remains of Henry Willis and to thank him for being more useful in death than he ever was in life. You knew this guy? Boyd: Ironically, I did. He started drinking at 10, got hooked on oxy by the time he was 15. That is all she wrote. But we all end up where he is sooner or later. All right, hold that. [ Grunts ] We're never gonna get him out of here in one piece. Best we wrap him, take him to go. Go get that plastic out of the truck. Hey. Hey. Give me that flashlight. Boyd: Ava. Ava! Ava: How'd it go? Boyd: [ Sighs ] Almost as planned. Ava: The body's in the van? Boyd: Look over your right shoulder. Ava: Jesus, Boyd! Boyd: Well, I couldn't leave him on the street, parked in the van. Now, just pretend he's that Uncle shows up drunk at Thanksgiving, sits in a chair watching football all afternoon. You never even notice he's there. Ava: How long we gotta keep it here? Boyd: Just until Jimmy gets back with that funeral truck. Speaking of which, Jimmy... Yeah? Boyd: Best you head on over to Paxton's. He said he's gonna leave the key on the front tire. Got it. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Ava: Baby, you sure this is gonna work? Boyd: Well, uh, we're gonna wait for Jimmy to get back with that truck, then we're gonna load up this body, take it over to the funeral home, and we're gonna make the swap. Now, medical examiners are coming out first thing in the morning, and they expect to find Delroy Baker filled with buckshot, but what they gonna find is Henry Willis filled with oxy. And Ellen may's story falls apart. Ava: Then we're gonna take Delroy and we're gonna sink him in that slurry pond. Boyd: Well, unless you want to stuff him and mount him over the bar. Now, I sure could use a drink of whiskey, get that graveyard taste out of my mouth. Raylan: Boyd! Funny. I honestly thought you'd have enough sense to run. Boyd: Run from what? Raylan: What I'm still wondering... Did he find winona himself, or did you give her up? Boyd: We're closed, Raylan. Ava, why don't you go behind the bar and pretend like you're cleaning up? Raylan: It's all right. I don't think we're staying. Unless your friend Nicky Augustine's stupid enough to be here, too. Boyd: Just 'cause I know a fella, Raylan, don't make him my friend. Raylan: You're gonna want a jacket. Boyd: Maybe you're not looking around, but we got a lot going on at the moment. Raylan: You seem to have the impression I'm asking. That's my fault. You are coming with me, Boyd. The only question is, are you taking me to Nicky or am I taking you to jail? Boyd: Taking me to jail for what? Raylan: You really want me to give you a list of all the things I could hang on you? Probably skip half of it and still be here all night. Boyd: Well, fine, Raylan. Take me to jail. Oh, you're hesitating 'cause you take me and you blow your only sht at getting Nicky Augustine. Well, I take it I'm your admission ticket? Raylan: The hesitation was 'cause I just realized, I should probably take her, too... save me from making another trip, two birds, one stone and all. Boyd: Take her where, Raylan? Raylan: You know, that Ellen may... [ Laughs ] Dumb as a box of rocks, but she's such a sweet girl, and you get her talking, she's just too lazy to shut up. It's fascinating all the lives people have led. Boyd: That's bullshit. Raylan: Which part? Boyd: You ain't got nothin' on Ava. Raylan: You sure? Boyd: You gonna come into my house... No badge... no backup... And thrat to take my woman away from me? Raylan: I figure it's worth a sht. Boyd: You think that's the best way to get me to help you? Raylan: No. And I'm sorry, Boyd. And now that that's done, you gonna take me to Nicky or not? Boyd: I'm gonna take you to Nicky, Raylan. But not because I believe you've got anything on either of us. Raylan: Of course. You're gonna take me because you're my buddy. Boyd: I need to say goodbye to my woman. Raylan: You can do it from right there. Boyd: Ava, darlin', I sure am sorry I'm gonna miss that dinner. Ava: It's not gonna be the same without you. Boyd: I'll talk to you afterwards. Raylan: Let's go. [ Door opens ] Light switch is to the left. [ Thud ] Damn it. Little help! Not my job. You ever seen an autopsy? Ava: No. Doesn't leave much to the imagination, I can tell you that. Want to know what this does? Ava: I want to put this down. Where do they have Delroy? Icebox. Ava: Which one's Delroy? The one that looks like beef jerky. Ava: Mm. That would be him. Ava: Mooney, can you get us a body bag, please? Yes, ma'am. Ava: And, Jimmy, can you cut this plastic off? Yep. [ Blade clicks ] [ Plastic crinkles ] It's a pretty good match. Ava: Yeah, let's just get this over with. So, out of nowhere, Crowder calls and says he's bringing the marshal, and you just drop everything to play "high noon." You want to explain to me how this makes any sense? All the shit I've heard about this guy, there's no way I'm saying no to a face-to-face. Plus, maybe he wants to cut a deal. I doubt that. Well, we'll know shortly. You're not even a little worried he's trying to set us up, maybe even bust me for that shit at the high school? I might be worried if Crowder wasn't bringing him here. What? You trust Crowder? I trust him not to hand us up to the feds, yeah. You know, Sammy's already pissed we went after the ex-wife. He wants us to come home now and kiss his new ring. You think it's smart to keep him waiting? Sammy is a rat-faced bitch boy. He's Theo Tonin's rat-faced bitch boy. We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you'd popped the marshal in the first place. [ Chuckles ] Christ. But instead... you let him back you down. He didn't back me down. The cops pulled up. Well, all I know is, if I'd have been there, he'd never walked out. Oh. And that would have been pointless, Nicky. It would have just drawn heat, as usual. You think too much. Pay the check. I'll be in the car. Boyd: Well, this might be a silly question, Raylan, but do you have a plan? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Sit across from Nicky, tell him the game's the game, but you don't go after a man's family. Boyd: Well, just so you're aware, whatever Nicky knows about winona did not come from me. Raylan: Okay. Boyd: Now that you mention it, though, I'm not sure you're one to talk about going straight at a man 'stead of what he loves. Raylan: You love her, huh... Ava? Boyd: You have to ask? Raylan: Love her like how... Like how you loved the lord and your lovely white skin or... how you loved Arlo? I know he meant a lot to you. Boyd: You know... [ sighs ] You can know a fella your whole life and not really know him at all. You know what I think, Raylan? I think you're just jealous that I've got to open a present that will never be under your Christmas tree. Raylan: I think you love anything lets you put your head on the pillow at night believin' you ain't the bad guy. Boyd: So, you face off with Nicky, and he says, "I have no" idea what you're talking about. Never even knew you had a "family." Then what? Raylan: [ Chuckles lightly ] Boyd: You tell him anything he says can be used against him? Raylan: Nothing gonna be used against him. This ends tonight. Boyd: Well, maybe you get him to pull, count it down like you did that old gn thug in Miami. Raylan: Figure if it ain't broke... Boyd: Well, what if he won't pull? Raylan: They always pull. Boyd: Well, what if he won't? Well, I guess you'll just mrder him where he sits. [ Chuckles lightly ] You know what I'm wondering? Is, what do you tell yourself at night when you lay your head down that allows you to wake up in the morning pretending that you're not the bad guy? [ Brakes squeak ] What are we doing? Ava: Jimmy, this is where you get out. Ava, Boyd don't want me to just leave you out here. Ava: It's okay. I'll take care of Boyd. He told me I shouldn't... Ava: Boyd ain't here. Get out. Yes, ma'am. Boyd: Well, you might as well give me my gn back. Raylan: I'm sure you'll be fine. Boyd: Not me I'm worried about. I'm just offering to even up your odds a little bit. I count four to one. That hardly seems fair. Raylan: Which way do you mean? Thanks for the ride. Boyd: Good luck, cowboy. You guys ever figure out who was right about the astronaut? Raylan: We agreed to disagree. I need to check you for a wire. Raylan: Won't find one. Still need to check. Raylan: Long as you understand... Anything else you find, I plan to keep. Nicky doesn't care you're armed. Raylan: Figures I won't try anything with all this firepower you got here? Either that or he doesn't give a shit. Raylan: You okay with your wagon hitched to a guy that doesn't give a shit? [ Sighs ] Higher up the Mountain, worse the footing gets. Raylan: Plane crashes, first class always hits the hardest. I learned one thing a long time ago... Doesn't pay to be the lead dog. Raylan: You know the best way to survive a plane crash? How's that? Raylan: Don't be in it. All right? So just keep your panties on, sit tight, let me take care of it. [ Car door opens ] Marshal's here. Raylan: Where you headed? Oh, why? You need a lift? Raylan: Where'd you think you were headed? [ Chuckles ] That sounded kind of ominous. Getting right to the point, huh? Raylan: Sooner we get to it, sooner we get through it. No point delaying the unpleasantness. Oh, a-are we headed for unpleasantness? Raylan: The deal I'm gonna offer you, I ain't optimistic you'll take it. Well, you know, negative thinking yields negative results. Raylan: [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Well... it's been a day. Well, at least give me the chance to surprise you. No point in going into a relationship assuming people are just gonna disappoint you. Raylan: You're right. I want you to turn yourself in, confess to mrder, racketeering, obstruction... whatever other horrible things you done. Is that all? Raylan: I want you to swear you'll leave my family be. Or...? Raylan: Or you'll die here in this limo. Well, you had it right not to be optimistic. Raylan: I'm afraid that's the best I can do. You carrying a piece? Raylan: Glock 26. Yeah? Is that the same one you used to take out my guys this morning? Raylan: No. I pulled a Beretta off the big fella. What are you carrying? Oh, I don't have a gn. Raylan: Maybe you should get one. Why? So you can have a reason? Raylan: You already gave me a reason. Bullshit. Take one look at you, I know you're not the kind of guy who'd just execute me. It's not who you are. Then you come in here with your bullshit cop thrat, knowing that if your bluff gets called, you can always hide behind your badge. I don't have a badge. All I got is my word. So if I say I'm gonna kll your family, I'm gonna kll your family. 'Cause these animals out here, they think they can get over on me, they'll tear me to pieces. You want to know where I'm headed? I'm headed to Detroit... to kll Theo's pasty little pssy of a son. But I'll be back for your family. You had a chance to save them this morning, but instead, you took out three of my guys. [ Jet engine whirring ] So the only chance they have now is if you use that Glock on me to end this. If you're not gonna do it, get the hell out of my car. Raylan: Well... now we know each other. Cop thrat. Raylan: Relax. You're still in the limo. [ Dialing ] [ Car door closes ] Look, we're just waiting for the plane. We'll be back in Detroit before breakfast, and I'll take care of it when I get back there. Raylan: Sammy. Thanks for coming. Thank you for reaching out. You talked to him? What'd he say? Raylan: He said he's gonna mrder my wife and child. Yeah, no, I heard. I feel terrible about that. But I meant, what'd he say about me? Raylan: He said you're a pssy, and he's gonna kll you. [ Scoffs ] Raylan: I guess his guys ain't gonna give you too much trouble. You want to survive in this business, you have your money on the horse that's out front. What about you? You gonna give me trouble? About doing what I have to do? Raylan: If Nicky had chosen to turn himself in, I'd have taken him in. But... he decided to go another way. So if you saw a crime committed against him, you wouldn't, as a lawman, feel the obligation to intervene? Raylan: I'm suspended. Picker. Boyd: Ava? Ava! [ Door opens ] Boyd. Boyd: Where the hell is Ava? She wouldn't let me go with her. I tried, Boyd. I didn't know what to do. I tried to stay with her, Boyd! I swear to God, Boyd, I tried! She told me to come back! Ava: [ Grunting ] Jesus. Oh, shit. [ Car door opens ] Boyd? I thought Boyd was with you. [ Car door opens ] Ava: Mooney? I could use a little help. [ Car door closes ] What you got there, Ava? Is that a body? Ava: You sure you want to make this play? Why don't you turn around and put your hands behind your head? Ava: [ Sighs ] Or maybe it's not your play. Maybe it was Paxton's. How 'bout you just keep quiet? We were just driving by and we saw the lights. Ava: Wasn't me you was after, though, was it? It was Boyd. You'll do. That's it. This body was stolen from your funeral home last night? Mm-hmm. I'd know that face anywhere. [ Engine idling ] [ Engine shuts off ] Ohh. [ Car door slams ] Boyd: Mooney? Just sorry you weren't here a few hours ago, Boyd. Boyd: [ Grunting ] [ Screaming ] Lock up this piece of shit. No need for that. What? He's asault an officer, resisted arrest, interfering with police business. Oh, simmer down, Mooney. He's upset. I don't think he's gonna be any more trouble. How 'bout it, Mr. Crowder? Are you gonna be any more trouble? Let this white trash piece of shit go. Boyd: [ Wheezing ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Vehicle departs ] I'm gonna get a lawyer... the best one that money can buy... And I'm gonna have you out of here in 24 hours. Ava: [ Voice breaking ] We both know that's not gonna happen. You got more to say? She'll have visiting hours. Now get out of here! [ Car door closes ] [ Engine turns over ] Raylan: This everything? Winona: That's everything I need. Raylan: You know you and the baby are safe, right? Winona: I know. That's why I love you. Raylan: I'm so sorry about all of it. Winona: Yeah, well... Least nobody died. Raylan: Call me when you land. Winona: Okay. Raylan: Say "hey" to your mother for me. Winona: I will. ♪ [ Door opens ] Where's the master of the house? Another glass? Did you hear the news out of Detroit? Little Sammy is the new head of the outfit. [ Liquid pours ] And I'm their man east of the Mississippi. Boyd: Congratulations. What... you felt the need to come all the way down here to tell me that? All the strife, all the bloodshed... All the turmoil... kings fall, princes rise up. And here we still are. The survivors. The arrangement we discussed before? I'd like you to handle my heroin distribution in Kentucky. Boyd: Huh. Nod if you're interested. Good. We're both gonna be very wealthy men. Ahh. I'll be in touch. [ Alarm beeping ] [ Beeping stops ] [ Birds chirping ] [ Cellphone vibrating ] [ Vibrating continues ] [ Vibrating stops ] Raylan: What's up, Art? Art: Just wondering if you've heard the big news. Raylan: What news? Art: Looks like Sammy Tonin is gonna hold on to the crown after all. Raylan: Where's that leave Nicky Augustine? Found dad in the back of a stretch limo. Can't give you all the details now, but all the signs point to a mob execution. Live by the sword, die by the sword, right? Raylan: I suppose you're gonna say "I told you so." Art: Oh, well, I like to think I'm a bigger person than that, but I did tell you so. Raylan: Well, I appreciate the call, Art. [ Sighs ] Art: Just thought you might want to know. Raylan: I will sleep well tonight. Art: All right. See you in 30 days. ♪	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "04x13 - Ghosts"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... [gn] Boyd: Ow! I had to kll three deliverymen, I got no dope, and my ear's damn near been sht off. We're going to Detroit. Where's our dope? One more shipment. That's it. Boyd: When? Two days. Maybe three. Raylan: I want you to swear you'll leave my family be. Or? Raylan: Or you'll die here in this limo. [gn] Darryl: I'm afraid I'm fresh out of ideas. Florida's tapped out for us Crowes. Jean Baptiste: Let me ask you something. Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky? Dewey: I don't know shit about no dad coast guard. Raylan: What about your kin? Dewey: Them Florida Crowes are bad news. I take it you're here because my good friend Judge Bishop has Ava's case. How much? Boyd: $300,000. It won't happen. [Groans] Boyd: [Grunting] [Gasps] You klled him. [Groans] I didn't mean to do nothing wrong! But you did. Yeah, but I didn't mean to. But you did! [Groans] Didn't he? Yep. And you know what bring me down? You got all these damn crackers in this crew, and it's the ngga that had to go and screw shit up! What are we looking at? He say they shorted him. You believe him? [Chuckles] What is this shit right here? Is this where my missing drugs ended up? It ain't like that, H.R. I just messed up is all. So you ain't crooked. You're just a moron. Or may... maybe it was my fault. [Chuckles] Was I unclear in my instructions? You said pick up... pick up the dope in Lexington, I... I pay them two kids, and then bring the dope back. Sounds pretty simple to me. Can o' corn. Yep. Look, they didn't give me all of the dope. And you didn't weigh it out? It looked good! "It looked good." Geez. I... I'll go down there myself. Okay. I'll take care of it. No. No. Condition you're in? I'm gonna send them two. What about me? Don't worry... brothers will take care of you. Let's go. So, we seal team 6 it. What? Seal team. Yeah. Tightest shit wins. Go. [gn] What are the doctors sayin'? They had to put him in a coma for the swelling to go down. Maybe he wake up. Maybe not. Maybe he be a vegetable. Maybe not. Were you there when it happened? It was Crowder, wasn't it? Skinny guy... about medium height? Dark hair... he wears it up all crazy. Smile that nearly blinds you. You know, Boyd Crowder. Yeah, that's him. [Chuckles] You are a very lucky girl. You just crossed paths with the most dangerous man in Kentucky, and you lived to tell the tale. Are you afraid of him? [Chuckles] Afraid? No. I am not afraid of Boyd Crowder. In fact, I would bet that Boyd Crowder is afraid of me. Look, you have nothing to worry about as long as you keep me close, okay? This is horse shit. The only thing I'm guilty of is being rich. And now, thanks to Obama, I got a target on my back. Raylan: Doesn't matter to us if you're guilty, but you're under arrest. You and your property are seized till the court makes its determination. Yeah, well, till that happens, I want these cuffs off and you people out of my house. Rachel: Actually, according to this piece of paper, it's our house now. [gn cylinder clicks] Hey. You got any idea what that thing is worth? Raylan: What, like... 100 bucks? That's a third-model Colt Dragoon used by Confederate General William Mahone. Raylan: So more than $100? Probably more than your annual salary. Though I have a car stereo probably costs more than you make, so that ain't sayin' much. Raylan: That's a lot of money for a gn that probably doesn't sh*t. The hell it doesn't. I've got a ngro down in Alabama makes them load special for me. Rachel: This doesn't bother you at all? I make sure he don't keep the gn loaded in the house. Rachel: Your girlfriend's a very tolerant woman. Gloria ain't my girlfriend. She's the maid. She takes care of my more personal needs. Raylan: So who's this? That's Manuela. She keeps the house. She also sautés up a mean iguana, if you're ever in the mood. Is very tender. Tim: Rest of the house is clean. You should see this place. We got a bowling alley in the basement. Rachel: All this for doing Detroit's dirty laundry. You know what? When this ugliness blows over, you ought to come on over and do my laundry, and I'll tell you all about it. [Cellphone rings] Rachel: We done with him? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Givens. When this is over, I'm gonna own every cheap-suit-wearing, no-class, shit-kickin' one of you. Raylan: Lieutenant, I'm gonna have to ask you to slow down. Well, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Well, I could swing by now if... All right. See you shortly. Rachel: Where are you going? Raylan: Lexington P.D. Lieutenant just accused me of being responsible for his kid's dope problem. Rachel: Are you being funny? 'Cause I can't tell anymore. Raylan: Shouldn't take more than an hour. Rachel: You realize we came in your car, right? [Vehicle approaching] ♪ Raylan: You were right... This sounds fantastic. That's my gddmn car! ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Ava: Jesus Christ. He's dad? Boyd: It was an accident. Ava: An accident? You accidentally klled him? Boyd: What I mean to say is I didn't intend to kll him. Ava: We needed him alive, Boyd. We needed him to recant his testimony. Boyd: I'm aware of that, baby. Don't worry I still have everything under control. Ava: How? How is this under control? You got an incorruptible judge and now a witness whose sworn statement is set in stone. This trial takes place in 10 days. What, you want to rely on this asshle to get me off? Now, ain't nobody talkin' to you. Boyd: Put those headphones back on. Baby, now, this case ain't ever gonna see the inside of a courtroom. Now, I am sorry. But I am doing everything that I can for you. And I would appreciate it if you would keep that in mind. Ava: I am sorry. You're right. It just sucks in here, Boyd. Long, humiliating days. Boyd: I know. Well, I've been here, too, remember? Ava: [Sighs] You are the only person in the world I got lookin' out for me. Boyd: I always have and I always will. Don't lose faith in me now. So what did you tell her? Boyd: That I have the situation under control. But you don't. Boyd: Do you get paid to tell me shit I already know? Now, did you hear from the Canadians regarding the shipment? Just that we're still on track for delivery in two days. Well, for $900,000, I want more than an ETA. [Door opens] [Clears throat] Well, if you boys are looking for a drink, you've come to the wrong bar. [Chuckles] Oh, we're not thirsty, Boyd. Boyd: Well, we don't sell doughnuts. So why don't you take your fat asses out of here? What, she supposed to mean something to me? Oh, you don't know her? Boyd: No. I don't. But if I wasn't already engaged, I wouldn't mind making her acquaintance. Bad news. See, she was there last night when you tried to kll her husband. Boyd: Excuse me. Go ahead, hon. Is that the guy? Because I've been waiting a long gddmn time for this. No. What did you say? It's not the guy. It's not him. Is this a joke, Mara? Or maybe this is just a language-barrier thing, but what does skinny, medium height, with dark, spiky hair and big shiny teeth mean where you're from? Because here in America, it means that piece of shit right there. I know what I said. Look, you check again. And you make gddmn good and sure. Is this the man who asault your husband? Like I said, it's not him. Boyd: Well, if there's nothing else. I'm sorry about your husband, ma'am. Thank you. So my wife catches him smoking it in our basement with some kind of vaporizer. Right in my own damn house. Raylan: That your son there in the lobby? Hell no. That's the boyfriend. Raylan: I wasn't aware she had one. You expect me to believe that? Raylan: Look, I don't know what she told you, but we're actually not that close. She said you were practically her stepfather. Raylan: I'm a father myself. Not hers, mind you. But I understand what you're going through. Hey, stop with the bullshit and put it in your book, all right? I went out and I found this girl. I was prepared to rain legal shit down upon her until she started talking marshal, marshal. You are here as a courtesy. If you don't go in there and set her straight, I will, and neither you nor her will want that. Raylan: I remember my first time in the cell. Me and Mike graves got caught smashing mailboxes with a baseball bat out of the window of his '64 Impala. This ain't my first time in a cell. Raylan: Mike's dad had him out within an hour. I spent the night. Your dad sounds like a real asshle. Raylan: Can't say I was surprised, knowing your history the way I do, to hear you been slingin' weed. But I was surprised to hear you'd been selling it to a cop's kid. Well, if you'd met the kid, you'd know I can't ruin a future someone doesn't have. Raylan: If that ain't bad enough, you come in here and paint the walls with my name. Look, Raylan, I know I screwed up. I know. I'm sorry that I brought you into this. But you get me out of here, I swear I won't ask for your help again. Raylan: Next time, lead with that. It's bullshit, but at least it's an attempt. Raylan? Where you going? Raylan: Well, I'm gonna let you ride the rap, young lady, same as everyone. If you need anything, just ask for officer stick-up-his-ass. He'd be happy to help you. You shittin' me, Raylan?! [Sighs] Hey. Hey, man. Hey, pig, I'm talkin' to you. Raylan: Pig is slang for cop. I ain't a cop, but there's plenty of them here if that's what you want. Well, yeah, but where's Loretta? Raylan: She ain't comin'. Yeah, but she said that... Raylan: She was wrong. You ain't gonna get her out? Raylan: What's your name? Derrick Waters. Raylan: Let me tell you something, Derrick. You sell weed to a cop's kid, you end up in a cell. You want to end up in a cell, too, or you want to get out of my face? You know, Loretta said you were cool, but you're a total dick. Raylan: Oh. All right. Well, have a good one. Yeah. Whatever. Alison: I see you've met the boyfriend. Raylan: Yeah. Alison: I've dated a few world-class douchebags in my time, but that little shit-stain is in a league of his own. I swear. You ever have that feeling like you just walked away from your car and you're not sure if you locked it or not? [Car alarm chirps] It's amazing I even remember to put on underwear before I leave the house. You're confused. Raylan: A little. Alison: I'm Alison. Raylan: Raylan. Alison: I know. I saw your picture in the paper. Raylan: How'd I look? Alison: Taller. Raylan: Uh, sorry, are you, uh, a lawyer or... ? Alison: I'm Loretta's social worker. Raylan: Oh. I guess I was dealing with someone else before. Kind of heavyset? Alison: Regina. Retired. She wasn't your type. Raylan: Probably best for everyone, then. Alison: Where's Loretta? Raylan: Still in her cell. Alison: You law guys... you only know one way to do things. You think just leaving her in there all alone will scare her straight, but what it really does... it makes her feel like no one gives a shit about her. Raylan: Boyfriend seems to care. Alison: Was that a joke? Raylan: An attempt. Alison: All he cares about is slingin' Molly at rich kids' parties. Raylan: Oh, so he's an entrepreneur, then. Alison: He can't even pee over his own shoes. Raylan: Which is why I was gonna go talk to him, see if I can convince him he ain't Loretta's type. Then I'd like to call you, let you know how it went. You got a card or something? Alison: Card? I thought finding people's what marshals do. Now, Boyd's always done right by you, hasn't he? And all he expects in return is his money every week. Look, you know I want to do right by Boyd. But the money is in the office, and Dewey's in there. So get him out. How should I do that? Tell him one of the whores is on fre. What do I care? Why are you in such a big hurry? Can't you wait just a little bit? And do what? Well, it is a whorehouse. Look, when Dewey leaves, I'll go in the office and I'll get you Boyd's cut. I can't wait around here all day just 'cause you ain't got no balls. Dewey: What's going on there? [Clears throat] Nothin'. Dewey: Nothin'? Well, I could have swore I heard Carl here tell my manager he don't got no balls. Well, Carl's upset with me 'cause... I let you fre Chrissy. Yeah. That's right. She was definitely my favorite girl. Dewey: Chrissy was fat. Yeah, 'cause that's what I like. More cushion for the pushin'. Dewey: Well, see, this here's Dewey Crowe's whorehouse, and Dewey Crowe's whorehouse ain't gonna have no fatties runnin' around. You know, Carl ain't the only one, boss. I've had other clients ask after her. Dewey: About the big one? I mean, think on account of she's a bit on the heavy side, so she's been forced to develop her skill set in other ways. I'll tell you what... you let me hire her back, I'll keep her out in the trailer. You won't even know she's here. Dewey: Yeah, I guess this is what it means being the boss. Got to give the customers what they want. Mm-hmm. Dewey: Okay. Hire that big bitch back. Oh, hey, uh, and any more problems arise, I'll be in the office. That's all I could think of. Just call me when you got the cash. Look, we gave him all the stuff. I don't know what you're talkin' about. Don't talk that shit to me, man. I'll bust your head wide open lyin' to me like that. Raylan: Hey. How's everybody doing? ♪ Now, I know the kid, but I don't believe we've met. Are you guys friends of Derrick's? What's your names? You boys speak English? A little. Raylan: You understand this? You a cop? Raylan: Marshals service. Oh, well, we considered law enforcement. Raylan: Oh, yeah? Yeah. But what we really wanted, though, was military, but then, you know, you got to be on base all day and shit. But a lawman, though... a lawman get to have his nights to himself. Raylan: So what held you back? High-school diploma? Nah. You know, if you sh*t someone, you got to have a reason. Then you got to go fill out a whole lot of paperwork. Raylan: Not for you, huh? No, we don't do that shit. But what you want with this guy, huh? He piss you off? What you do? You sleep with his daughter? He screwed your daughter? Raylan: My daughter's in diapers. Damn. That must be awfully upsetting, then, huh? [Chuckles] Let's go. ♪ [Sighs] Nice job, asshle. Anything else? Raylan: Yeah. You're breaking up with Loretta. And do it like a gentleman, huh? Make her feel like she's too good for you. Tell her that being with someone like you is just gonna hold her back. We talkin' about the same Loretta here? Raylan: Take it easy, Derrick. Alison. Raylan Givens. Yes. Took all of our office's considerable resources, we let a fugitive escape, but I did manage to get your number. Well, I just had a chat with our mutual friend, and I thought you might want to get together and discuss it. Can't smoke that in here, ma'am. They said I could. You might want to try the stairwell at the end of the hallway. Dr. Forrest, dial 118, please. Dr. Forrest. Boyd: Well, I think we need to talk, don't you? That was your friend. Boyd: Well, that depends on your definition of a friend. He's a nice enough fella. But I wouldn't ask to borrow his corduroy jacket. Is that one of them electronic cigarettes? You want to try? Boyd: No. I think if I'm gonna smoke, I'll do it the old-fashioned way. You know, I fancy myself a gifted student in human behavior, but you... Well, I can't quite pin down. Now, it's obvious he didn't die. Why don't you take it from there? Once I realized that Lee was still alive, I had to try and save him. Boyd: Well, I respect that. I mean, the man is your husband, after all. I blame myself for not confirming his demise, but I was in a state. And where I get confused is why you decided not to give me up. Lee will never again be the man that I married. So I'm in a tough spot. And I decided that the best person to help me is you. Boyd: [Chuckles] Well... I would much rather help you than hurt you. So start talkin'. I thought America would be wonderful... But then I ended up here in Harlan, with an older man, preparing dad bodies. So, you see, I just want to go home now. Boyd: You want that money. $300,000 and I'm gone. Boyd: Well, what if I just finish what I started? Then you can get all of Mr. Paxton's money. I signed a contract that I must be married for 10 years or I get nothing. And there's no way they would let him live that long. Boyd: Well, as much as I would like to accommodate you, I can't produce that kind of cash at the moment. You're a very resourceful man. You'll figure it out. And as long as I get my money soon, everything will be fine. Wynn: Excuse me! If I could have your attention, please, for a minute! I know you're all expecting Mr. Crowder, but since he seems to be indisposed, I'm gonna speak on his behalf. Now, I know there have been concerns among you, our valued distributors, regarding the inconsistent nature of our product's delivery. But I am here to tell you that everything is fine, all is well, and that the new shipment will be here very soon. When? Wynn: I'm sorry. To whom am I speaking? I believe I just made that clear. Uh, you made it clear it'd be soon. I need to know because I need more. Wynn: No, you don't. In fact, you need less. You should count yourself grateful you got what you got. Now, if there are no further questions... We're out on the street risking our necks for you, man. Just to get a tiny little piece of your pie. Is that right? Yeah! Am I right? Am I right? Together: Yeah! All right. Yeah. And you're gonna stand up there in that cute little suit of yours and you're gonna refuse to sht us straight? Now, if you can't give us a specific time, at least you could tell us if you're having a problem with your distributor. Boyd: A question worthy of the White House press corps. I always knew you had it in you, Cyrus. Now, how many people in this room have a cellphone? That's an amazing invention makes your life better every single day, but sometimes your service drops out. Now, you don't care about broken satellites. You don't want to know the how. You want to know the why can't I make my gddmn phone call? Now, rest assured, Mr. Duffy and I have fixed the signal and your service will be restored. I need to know when, Boyd. Boyd: Day after tomorrow. Now, I want you all to know how much we appreciate your patience and your loyalty, Cyrus, and because talk is cheap and liquor is not, drink are on the house. [Indistinct talking] Sorry I'm late. Raylan: Hey. Interrupting something? Art: Oh, no. No. We can pick this up later. Raylan: Just want to let you know we're all set with the Monroe case. He's locked up. House is secured. Art: Rachel told me. She also told me that you drove off in Monroe's car... taking it to storage, I assume? Raylan: That's right. So, is it in storage now? Raylan: Basically. Art: Mm. You know, if you really wanted to piss this guy off, why not just move in? Art: No, I bet he never thought of that. Raylan: Uh, hate to give up my suite above the bar, but if it helps, I'll take the ht. We've done it before with high-end properties. Stationed a guy there, see if anything pops up. You okay with it? Art: Am I liable for any damages that he causes if I say yes? No. Art: Then yes. You're in. Enjoy. Raylan: Everything all right? Art: Yeah. Oh, but while I have you... We received an interesting phone call while you were in Florida. Raylan: Creditors? Art: Sammy Tonin. Raylan: Sammy Tonin called here? Art: Called here, asked for you, not 24 hours before he turned up dad. Raylan: And I'm just hearing about this now? Art: Well, I had to make sure it wasn't a prank call, verify the number. Wasn't hard to do after he turned up dad. Raylan: What'd he want? Art: I was about to ask you that question. Raylan: Maybe he knew the end was near, was lookin' to make a deal. Art: Yeah, I thought about that. Raylan: There you go. Art: But if he was wantin' to make a deal, he already knew all those people in Detroit. Why would he call you? Raylan: Remember a few months back, FBI was sniffing around, Sammy and I had a face-to-face at the sab at Keeneland? Art: Vaguely. Raylan: Said if he was ever lookin' to make a deal, sht me a call. Art: Is that Loretta? Raylan: Yeah. We good? Art: Yeah. Yeah. Give her my best. Raylan: Loretta. What the hell did you do? Raylan: Listen, I know it feels like there'll never be another boy, but trust me, you have so many in your future. Raylan, what are you talking about? Raylan: Derrick breaking up with you. Derrick didn't break up with me. Raylan: Why not? He's missing, Raylan. Raylan: Since when? Since last night when he said you were all up in his business. Raylan: Business? That's what we're calling it now? You want to find him, you best tell me what's going on. How far down you bury this shit? I'm almost there. I know it. I'm hungry. Mm. I'm starting to lose faith in you, D. I swear. I was out here with her two days ago. I buried it myself. What? It's not here. That's what. No. No. It's here. Give me the shovel. No, no. It's here. It's here. Let me see that. No! Just a little deeper. You kll him, I ain't diggin'. The shit ain't buried here. The bitch moved it on him. You know what? You a dumbass. You know that? It never occurred to you, huh? That's a smart move not to trust your pssy ass. It stings, don't it? Listen, man, may not be much consolation for you, but you was gonna be in this hole either way. No, no, no. Please. Raylan: Hey, look who it is, frick and frack. [Grunts] You gonna make me do the paperwork? You all right? No. That ngga ht me with a shovel. You don't want to arrest us. Arresting us ain't no good. Raylan: Why's that? 'Cause hot rod's just gonna keep goin' after them kids. Raylan: Hot Rod... Dunham from Memphis? Shit, Derrick, how'd you get messed up with him? Guess. Raylan: God damn it, Loretta. [Siren wails] [Police radio chatter] Mooney. Aah. You know, I thought you and I were gonna be able to have a little bit of fun. But not only do you embarrass me, but I've got to hear from my deputies that Boyd Crowder came to visit you at the hospital. I don't know what you're... Not another word, baby girl. Hey. Hey. You know what people around here see when they look at you? They see a sexy woman that cashed in her self-respect for a rich husband. Basically... they see a whore. And when I arrest you for trying to kll your husband, there ain't a jury in the great state of Kentucky that won't convict your ass. Now, I want you to go home, and I want you to think long and hard about the night that Lee was attcked. Then I want you to come into the station, and we're gonna do this the right way. You got that? Uh-huh. Oh, yeah. Good. Now, you drive safe now, honey. You know, if you was smart, you'd be gone before they showed up. Raylan: Apparently I ain't that smart. "Apparently"? Yeah, where you messed up was when you called your girl. You know, the chick you called in the car. The date you broke off when you was, uh, comin' out here. He means Alison. Raylan: I know who he means. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Alison. What's the deal with that? You know, what you should have told her was not that you weren't gonna come to dinner tonight, but that you ain't ever comin' to dinner again. Raylan: My general rule is, you keep talkin', I put you in the trunk. You're a lousy conversationalist. Last chance. [Chuckles] Oh, look at this motley crew. Raylan: I don't suppose your boys are unarmed. You know, I get a call from a Givens at this late hour, I get nervous. Raylan: "A Givens," huh? I guess that means you knew Arlo. Oh, I knew him well. We did plenty of business over the years. Raylan: Good for you. Now, you want to hear the deal, or you want to talk about my family? Oh, i... is that what we're doin' here? Dealing? Raylan: First off, whatever transpired between you and those kids gets squashed. No vendetta, no debt. You tell me it's over, and it stays that way. Would you prefer that I respond point by point or should I wait till the end? Raylan: You can wait till the end. Okay. Raylan: Second, no one in your organization steps foot in Kentucky again. You keep to Memphis, and you leave me and mine out of it. Anything else? Raylan: No, that's it. You see, the problem is, I entered into business with these kids, and they pulled a slick one on me. I can't let that slide, and furthermore, I shouldn't have to. Raylan: You get in the weed business with teenagers and it's their fault when things go wrong? You the type of fellow that walks under a flock of birds and is surprised when he ends up with shit on his face? Just 'cause I knew your daddy, don't think I won't have you klled right now. See, Arlo knew when to walk away. Did you learn nothin' from him? Raylan: Oh, I learned a bit. When I was a boy, Arlo had this scam stealin' mining equipment, shipping it South, tradin' it for cocaine. A couple company men got wind of who was rippin' them off, and they went after Arlo and his crew. They sht up a couple spots, including our house. They klled Casper Johns... wasn't with the crew, was just living with us at the time... and then this other fella that Arlo had been runnin' with since high school. You get what I'm sayin'? Even before I went to Glynco and trained to be a dad sht, I seen people kll one another, and I learned to be ready in case they came after me to do me harm. In other words, I'll kll four of you before you even clear your wapon and I'll take my chances with the other two, and you see this star? That's gonna make it legal. Now, do we have an understandin' here? All right, Derrick, this is your stop. You serious? Raylan: Mm-hmm. You want me to take the bus? Raylan: Unless you'd rather walk. Derrick, I got a loaded gn. Get out of my car. All right. Whatever, man. Come on, Loretta. Loretta, let's go. Raylan: Your call. Well, thanks for the ride. Raylan: You lied to him, didn't you? Moved the money and didn't tell him. I'm not a total moron. Raylan: Even though you knew it might get him klled. It didn't. Raylan: Shit. Your performance at the marshals office. Moved to tears 'cause he was missin' was just so I'd take care of your problem for you. You played me. I didn't play you, Raylan. You are who you are. You were gonna go lookin' for Derrick the moment I told you he was missin'. Raylan: Loretta, in the future, do me a favor... take it easy on the rest of us, huh? [Engine turns over] All right. Hey! Hey! Now, y'all pay close attention, and I'll show you how this shit is done. You ready, crackpot? Yeah? All right. Now, don't go easy on me, now. [Chuckles] Ready... hey! No, no, no. Back here. Set... go! Go. Go. Come on. Come on. Come on. Here it comes. Like a little jackrabbit. [gn fires] Ow, man! Ohhhh! Shit! Damn, Cyrus! How many times you pump that thing? Oh, don't be such a pssy. Shit didn't even break the skin. Let me see it. Let me see it. [Laughs] Tony B, pay the man. [Laughs] Bye-bye, crackpot. [Chuckles] [Car horn honks] Hey, watch where you're goin'! [Car horn honks] You ain't got nothin' better to do than sht at runnin' junkies. Not until you showed up I didn't. What's up, candy? I don't know. You tell me. I'm afraid I'm a little dry right now. Oh, well, in that case, then, so am I. Hey, hey, hey. Hold up. Hold up. Come here. Stay here. I might have heard something about some shit comin' in. Give you the inside scoop and a free taste you stick around a while. I'm listening. First, you got what I like? [Chuckles] It'll be just like your dick's in a popcorn machine. [Chuckles] Shit comes in tonight. Be on the street first thing tomorrow mornin'. [Chuckles] Well, you sure do know how to make a girl happy. And now you're gonna return the favor. [Chuckles] Dewey: [Laughs] I got to tell you right now, there ain't a man on planet earth ridin' high as Dewey Crowe. [Knock on door] Hey, Dewey. Dewey: Unless htler has risen from the grave and is in my whorehouse, go away right now, Messer! You know I wouldn't bother you if it weren't real important. But I do need you for a minute. I told him, you know, he couldn't just go on and take stuff for free, but he said he's your kin. [Chuckles] Darryl: There he is. Big time! Dewey: Darryl. Darryl: You got yourself a nice setup in here. Yeah, boy. It's good to see you, cousin Dewey. Real good to see you, family. Mm. Art: Oh, hey, ed, thanks for gettin' back to me so quick. You must not have anything to do up there. Well, anything for Art Mullen in the twilight of his great career. Art: [Chuckles] You do lay it on thick, Ed. How can I help? Art: Um, I was just wonderin' if your office had anything to do with the fallout from the Sammy Tonin fiasco. No, that's been mainly the FBI and D.P.D. on the front lines. We come in if they need extra firepower or a seizure team. Why? Art: I was hopin' you guys might have some information about Sammy's whereabouts the night Nicky augustine got klled. The shting on the tarmac? Art: That's right. The one in Lexington? Art: Yeah. Guess I can do a little poking around, see what I can find. Art: Well, I'd appreciate it. All right. You got it. Art: All right. Alison: So, you think she'll be okay? Raylan: Until she screws up again. Alison: Well, maybe she won't. Raylan: She's the daughter of a mrder pot farmer. She is who she is. Ain't gonna change. Alison: Well, at least you're not feeding me bullshit to get laid. Raylan: I was just about to get to that. Alison: I hate to break it to you, but this is not gonna end up with us wakin' up together. Raylan: You're just gonna use me and go home, huh? Alison: [Chuckles] When I was 17, I had this job, and I was sellin' military equipment at trade shows, and they didn't care I was underage. And they would brief me on sarin gas mask, and then I would go and I would shake my ass and [chuckles] charm these four-star generals into buying half a million units. Raylan: Sounds pretty good. Alison: Oh. It was shit. But I did make good money, and I got to travel, which was a nice perk, you know, being from Penhook, Virginia. Anyway, I met a few military boys. Raylan: Ohhh. And the military guys turned you off from men in the service. Alison: Oh, lord, no. Those boys, they were fit and polite and sweet as pie. No, it wasn't till I got this job and started dating cops that I got turned off from all y'all. Raylan: Maybe I'm different. Alison: You are different. You're livin' in a criminal's house, drivin' his car, drinkin' his wine. Raylan: I have my own place. Alison: Above a college bar. And then there's the kid in Florida. Raylan: She's fine with her mother. Alison: Yeah, but shouldn't you and her be tryin' to make it work? Raylan: We did. That's how we ended up with the kid. Alison: Should I keep going? Raylan: There's some red flags, I admit. Alison: Mm-hmm. Doesn't mean I'm not capable of change. Just give me a target to sh*t for. I'll ht it. Alison: Like what? Gettin' me in that hot tub? Raylan: That's not what I was thinkin'. Alison: No? Then what is? Raylan: You like to bowl? [Machine beeping] Mara. Boyd: Pull over. Now. What the hell happened? Boyd: Shit. They h*t our shipment. Who the hell could have done all this? Boyd: Clean it up. The cars, the bodies... all of it.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x02 - The Kids Aren't All Right"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: Are you, uh, a lawyer or...? Alison: I'm Loretta's social worker. At least you're not feeding me bullshit to get laid. Raylan: I was just about to get to that. You and your property are seized till the court makes its determination. I want these cuffs off and you people out of my house. Rachel: All this for doing Detroit's dirty laundry. Darryl: I'm afraid Florida's tapped out for the Crowes. Jean Baptiste: Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky? Dewey: Darryl. Darryl: It's good to see you, cousin Dewey. Were you there when it happened? It was Crowder, wasn't it? Is this the man who asault your husband? Like I said, it's not him. Lee will never again be the man that I married. So I'm in a tough spot. Boyd: You want that money. $300,000 and I'm gone. Wynn: I am here to tell you that everything is fine and the new shipment will be here very soon. I need to know when. Boyd: Day after tomorrow. They ht our shipment. Boyd: Clean it up. All of it. Boyd: I'm gonna ask you one time. Did you rip me off? Wynn: I'm not sure I like your tone, Boyd. Boyd: Well, then, let me repeat the question. Did you rip me off? Wynn: No. You see, I believe instead of wasting time accusing each other, we should focus on getting our shit back. Now, other than us, the only people who knew the shipment was coming in tonight were Mikey, your two shitheads, and that unwashed roomful of corner boys. Does anybody jump out at you? Boyd: Let me call you back. [ Clattering ] [ Both moaning ] [ Both laugh ] [ Cellphone ringing ] Alison: [ Moaning ] [ Beep ] Raylan: Shh. Alison: Huh? Raylan: What's up, Art? Art: What? Did I catch you working out? Raylan: No. Bowling. Art: Well, Monroe's gonna have his bail hearing tomorrow morning. Chances are he's gonna get kicked out on his own recognizance. Apparently, the case is already falling apart. Well, you do understand what that means, right? Raylan: I'm sorry? Art: I said you do understand what that means, right?! Raylan: Yeah. You're saying that Monroe gets out in the morning and I should be ready in case he shows up here. Art: Well, it wouldn't be the first time that a guy celebrated getting out on bail by taking a sht at the marshal living in his house. Especially if he kills you. On second thought, just forget I called. Raylan: Funny. Alison: What? Raylan: You do know I'm a United States marshal. Alison: Well, maybe I have a prescription. Raylan: Do they even give those in this state? Alison: No. [ Laughs ] Just to take the edge off. Raylan: Sure doing what you do, you must run into some pretty awful shit. Alison: It's not so bad as you think. The truth is the hardest part's knowing when I pull that kid from a home, I'm responsible for the worst day of that kid's life. Raylan: I don't want to be contrary, but that sounds every bit as bad as I think people imagine. Alison: What about you? Raylan: What about me? Alison: [ Moans ] Doing what you do, you must run into your share of awfulness, make you see things you can't unsee. Raylan: Time to time, I suppose. Alison: What do you do to take the edge off? [ Car alarm blaring ] [ Alarm chirps, stops ] [ Car alarm blaring ] [ Alarm chirps, stops ] The downside of these high-end alarms with those shock sensors, neighborhood punks decide they want to have fun with you, all they got to do is run up and smack the bumper. Raylan: When I was a kid, we'd just... Ring a guy's doorbell, run like hell. Ding-dong ditch. Raylan: It ended for me the day Mose Sawyer came to his door with a scatter gn. Some guys just can't take a joke. Raylan: I was about to outgrow it, anyway. Kind of thing you drop as soon as you discover girls. Yet here you are, all growed up, still dinging and donging and don't have the sense to ditch. I never said I was the one that set your car going. Raylan: It's not my car. Who's it belong to, then? Raylan: The man this house belongs to... same one who sent you here. Now, why on earth would anybody send little old me? Raylan: Scare me to death, I suppose. Just so... Everything is out in the open. Less chance somebody makes a mistake that way. Raylan: Mm. You're a cop, huh? KSP? Raylan: Still pretending like you don't know. Unless Monroe didn't tell you. So, what is this place, somewhere you just bring girls and bang 'em? Raylan: Mind if I give you some advice? You got one in there right now. [ Laughs ] Raylan: Why don't you walk away, tell Monroe I wouldn't scare, and if he wants me out of his house so bad, he should come over here his own self. Now, who's Monroe? All right, easy, now. I'll be on my way. I can tell you're all anxious to get back to it. Can't say I blame you. Dear lord, she must be some kind of piece. Raylan: Get me out here again, you best remember to ditch. Alison: What was it? Raylan: On the fritz. Alison: You're not gonna believe this. I have to go. Raylan: What? ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ You try to bogard ♪ ♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Oh, you here to drop off my keys? Raylan: Making bail's got no effect on your property seizure. I thought your lawyer explained all that, amount you're paying him. [ Sighs ] Yeah, I didn't have to put up bail. I got out on my own recognizance. Raylan: Congratulations. Yeah. Prosecutor didn't even mind. Seems like you're the only one that doesn't know this case is bullshit. Raylan: It's not that I don't know so much as I just don't care. Yeah, that's why you're waiting out here for me, 'cause you don't care. Raylan: I don't care about your case. What I do care about is you not sending any more shitkickers to your house, interrupting my evening. Something happened at my house? Raylan: Set off your car alarm to draw me outside, as I imagine you told him to do. Gave the girl I was with enough time to come to her senses. Before you send him again, make sure he's a guy you want holding your life in his hands, 'cause anything he does will come back to you. He gets put down, you'd be looking at felony mrder. Funny, huh? If he dies, you'd be on the hook for mrder... how it works. This guy, did, uh... He do anything else? Raylan: Next time, why not just cut out the middleman and do it yourself, make the most of that recognizance? Know, I didn't always used to be a finance guy. Raylan: I know. First few arrests were for asault with intent, collection of debts by extortionate means. That's correct. Raylan: You want that to impress me? No. I just wanted to let you know that if I were to come looking for you, it wouldn't be to set off a car alarm. Raylan: Well, you know where to find me. Lee, where I'm from, you go to the police, your family finds you cut up into pieces in a plastic bag. Yeah, but Mooney works for me. Really? Then why does he thrat me? Why does he throw me out of the car and puts a gn to my face? Listen to me. The doctors told me you might never wake up. How was I to know that I'm going to be safe without your protection? [ Laughing ] Oh, that is bullshit. Please don't tell me you're buying into her crap. This woman is obviously terrified. She's not used to this kind of business, and then you scare the shit out of her like that! From now on, your number-one job is to make sure she's safe. And where does that leave us with Crowder? Half a dozen of my deputies witness her tell me that he is not the guy. Any I.D that she makes now will get laughed out of court. Well, Mr. Crowder's not gonna go to court. [ Scoffing ] W-what? You're just gonna let him skate? No. I want you to kll him. Get the hell off me, man! Jesus. Pardon me! Move your ass, God damn it! Come on! Come on! [ Grunts ] Get off! ♪ Well, shit, Boyd. You want to tell me why you had Captain Fauxhawk drag me all the way over here? Boyd: We have a problem, Cyrus. Hoping maybe you could help. Yeah, well, I hope that problem doesn't have anything to do with a certain service you say will be restored. Wynn: Is that a BB gn? He had it with him. Wynn: The more you pump, the harder it sht? Ain't you never seen a gn? [ gn fires ] Ohh! Jesus, man! U almost took out my eye! Wynn: Yeah, I know. I missed. [ gn fires ] Aah! [ Whimpers ] The hell's wrong with you, man?! Boyd: My colleague is apoplectic at the part you played in the loss of our product. [ gn cocks ] The loss of... Jesus! Boyd: I, on the other hand, understand you must have been an unwitting accomplice, 'cause you ain't stupid enough to think you can rip me off and remain on this side of the gddmn planet! Aah! Jesus Christ, man! Boyd: So what I need from you right now, son, is to tell me who she is. Boyd, I don't know what you mean right now. Boyd: Whoever you told about the shipment. And I say "she" 'cause I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. [ gn cocks ] Come on, now, son. pssy is a powerful thing. She calls herself "Candy," but that just might be on account of this little trick she does where she just... Boyd: This better be important. It's that Russian lady. She says it's an emergency. Wynn: You're taking the call? Boyd: It is important. Cyrus, in my absence, I encourage you to tell Mr. Duffy everything you know about miss Candy and her bag of tricks. Unh-unh. Wynn: Don't worry, Cyrus. Aah! Wynn: [ Chuckles ] [ gn cocks ] God damn! Boyd: Miss Mara, at the risk of being rude, do you really think it's smart for you to be calling my bar? [ Coughs ] Wynn: Ear. Aah! God damn! Boyd: I see. Raylan: He sent some asshle to muscle me. I'm supposed to just sit still? Art: He told you specifically that it was Monroe that sent him? Raylan: He didn't say it wasn't. Who else is it gonna be? Art: What I'm really wondering is before Monroe's lawyer called that judge and started screaming "harassment," were you planning on telling me about any of this? You have your "go" bag in the car? Rachel: Always. Art: Good. Raylan: Art. Art: You're gonna be moving into the Monroe house. Raylan: That's not necessary. Rachel: The golden boy's being evicted? Art: No, nobody's being evicted. Time being, you two are gonna live together, watch each other's backs. Raylan: [ Groans ] He didn't even have a gn. Art: He didn't show you a gn. Raylan, come on. This guy comes back, you know he's gonna come heavy. Things go South, can you imagine the shitstorm I'd be under if I ignored a warning sign? Raylan: So now I got a chaperone. Art: [ Laughs ] We call it "backup," Raylan. A chaperone is what you would have if, say, I thought you were using the Monroe house for personal business, but, of course, that's ridiculous, 'cause, of course, I know you understand that the shitstorm I was talking about before would be nothing compared to what would happen if, say, a civilian got hurt at a property that we owned. Rachel: Call me if you're gonna be late for supper. Darryl: Hear my daddy tell it, you'd have thought Harlan county was hell on earth. When I woke up here this morning, though, I never saw so much green. Man could get used to living like this. Dewey: How long you planning to stay, cousin Darryl? Darryl: Cousin Dewey, if I didn't know better, I'd think you don't want me 'round here. Dewey: [ Laughing ] No, of course not. It's just... I just... what are the feds gonna do when they find out you broke your probation? Darryl: Even if they knew I left Florida, only way they'd know to find me here... Is if someone told them where to look. Dewey: That's not the only way. You remember Raylan Givens... he said he sent you to stark? Well, he's assigned to Kentucky now. He's always poking around down here on one thing and another, smacking everybody. Darryl: Cousin Dewey, now, you're worrying about me like you my bitch. You my bitch? Dewey: [ Chuckling ] No, I'm not your bitch. Darryl: Okay, 'cause my probation's over on account of me helping Raylan Givens apprehend a notorious fugitive. That means I'm free to come and go as I please. Dewey: You came here. Darryl: Figured you could use some help. Dewey: With what? Darryl: Hey, girl. Hey! "Café con leche" don't just mean "coffee with milk." You got to stir it, steam it. Dewey: What is it you think I need help with? Darryl: Managing your new fortune. Dewey: How did you hear about that? Darryl: See, when I was locked down at Stark, I took a bunch of classes... business administration, accounting, real estate. Took one in composition, which I don't think will come into play, but you never know. Dewey: I appreciate the thought and all... Darryl: Hey, you ain't got to thank me. How much y'all make in here, week over week? Oh, uh, five, six. Darryl: Y'all make 300 grand a year? Four or five. No, five... f-f-f-five, six... [ Clears throat ] ...Hundred. Darryl: Is that right? Dewey: Yeah, w... there's a lot of expenses, taking care of whores. Darryl: Yeah? Who told you that, huh? The fella you bought from? What's his name, Beard? Bird? Dewey: Boyd. Darryl: Boyd. Dewey: Boyd Crowder. Darryl: How much you pay him? Dewey : $250,000. Darryl: $250,000?! God damn, Dewey! You got ripped off! Look, r-r-right here in the classifieds, there's a fully equipped and liquor-licensed restaurant in Corbin going for a buck 25, and it has curb appeal! You ain't got no curb appeal up in here! Dewey: What's curb appeal? Darryl: Damn, Dewey! You done got ripped off! Damn! Look, I know you don't want me here. Dewey: [ Laughing ] No, I never said that. Darryl: Mm! It's okay. It's okay. All right? You got your own thing. You want to be left to it, right, big man? So, why don't you go and talk to Boyd and tell him that your real-estate consultant has determined that you overpaid, all right? And you expect him to return you $100,000 of that $250,000. I'm gonna take half for my time and expertise, and you'll see my taillights. How's that sound, big man? Dewey: Okay. Rachel: This make sense to you? Raylan: You know, it doesn't. Art's the one that thinks you need to be here. Rachel: No, I mean Monroe sending a guy. Could he really think he'd make us move out of his house? Raylan: Eh, maybe he sent him to be an asshle. Rachel: You do bring it out in people. But I'll try not to cramp your style. Don't worry. Raylan: It's not that. Rachel: Huh, so I guess the blonde at the door isn't here to see you. Raylan: It's Loretta McCready's case worker. Alison: I guess it's not such a good idea, me showing up here. I thought you said you had the place to yourself. Raylan: I did. That car alarm last night. Alison: You said it was on the Fritz. Raylan: I... Didn't want to... kll your buzz, so to speak. There was a guy out here setting it off, hitting the bumper with a bat. Seems pretty clear it was the owner who sent him. Under the circumstances, my boss doesn't want anyone here alone. Alison: So, when you say "a bat," you mean a baseball bat? Raylan: Don't mean the kind with wings. Alison: This guy, did he have a...Shamrock tattooed on his neck? Raylan: Please tell me that was a lucky guess. [ Buzzer ] Boyd: Hey. Look, I ain't got a lot of time. [ Clears throat ] I got robbed last night. I don't want to go into the details, but I'm looking for the person who I think is responsible. Now, her name is Candy. Now, Cyrus You remember Cyrus? Ava: Mm. Boyd: Now, Cyrus said this girl used ice on him, breath mints. Said she did things they ain't even got names for. Now, I know we had a couple of girls at Audry's used to specialize in stuff like this. Ava, is any of this ringing a bell? Ava: Why? Are you looking for a blowjob? Boyd: Baby, I'm looking to find out who robbed me. Ava: You mean who robbed us, don't you? Boyd: Ava, what do you want from me? Ava: Well, I want you to ask me how I'm doing in here. I want you to tell me what you're doing to get me out. Boyd: Well, it's best, honey, if you don't know the details. Ava: [ Scoffs ] Which details, Boyd? How you couldn't bribe a judge? Or how you nearly klled the one man whose testimony we needed changed? [ Slaps leg ] Maybe I really am better off counting on him. Boyd: You take those things off again, I'm gonna staple them to your gddmn head. Turn around. ♪ I'm doing everything I can for you. There ain't no legal way to get you out of this. The things they charged you with, it ain't like they got it wrong. Ava: You told me to move that body. Boyd: I didn't tell you to do it alone, to kick Jimmy out of the truck. Ava: So all this, it's my fault? Boyd: I didn't kll Delroy. Ava: [ Scoffs ] That was all me. Hey. We're done. Boyd: Ava. [ Sighs ] I still need to find that girl. [ Buzzer ] [ Door opens ] The first of two lions led to more. [ Car alarm blaring ] [ Grunts ] [ Groans ] Raylan: Carry this with you everywhere, huh? Smart. Guy with your record gets stopped with a gn... Knfe even... he's going away. But this thing, well, you could do as much damage in the right hands, but you get stopped with it, you just say you're on the way to the batting cages. [ Grunts ] [ Groans ] Raylan: Why don't you stay down there, Henry? [ Laughing ] How did you find me? Raylan: Oh, come on. A smart fellow like you can figure it out. That bitch saw me last night, huh? Just when I... [ Screams ] Raylan: That was my fault. I should have been clearer. Standing up ain't the only way to get me to take this bat to you. Calling her a bitch will get us there, too. Did she even tell you what she did to me? Raylan: She told me she put Henry Jr. in foster care after LPD found crystals of your meth mixed in with his G.I Joes. That's bullshit. That bi... Ms. Brander planted that shit to give her a reason to take him away. Raylan: Are you saying you didn't cook meth? What I'm saying is I never brought that shit home. I'm a pro. She must have had it on her when she came by on her wellness check. Raylan: And why was she checking wellness? Is that 'cause Jr.'s kindergarten teacher was concerned about his bruises? Well, that was his mama's fault. She got back on the pipe, she got all high-strung. She kicked it again after that, for a while. Then Henry got taken. Raylan: And in your mind, is is all Alison's fault? She took three years away from me, sent my kid to live with strangers. Yeah, I blame her. Raylan: She's not your problem, Henry. She didn't plant drugs in my house, change the course of my life? Raylan: Whatever she did, she didn't do it to[/i] you. She did it 'cause she thought it was the best way to do her job. Now, I know you're hurting, but if you ever want to see Henry Jr. again, even just talking to him, you got to spend less time screwing up other people's lives and more fixing your own. Well, that's just perfect. Make one hell of a bumper sticker. Raylan: You do what you want with your life... But you come near Alison again, best-case scenario, you end up in jail... And that's best-case. I missed you. Yeah? Really? [ Sighs ] I was only gone... what was it?... Two whole days? I know, but I thought they was gonna let you out in two hours. [ Chuckles ] Yeah, well, that's the deal you get busted on the weekend. They got to hold you till the judge comes in on Monday. And they just expect me to get by without it all that time? [ Grunts ] Maybe they thought you'd get one of them mandingos you grew up with to come and help you pass the time. [ Sighs ] What did I tell you about that shit? Louisville's not that long a drive. [ Groans ] I bet you make one phone call home, half the jimmies in Smoketown will be jumping in their escalades, racing to get to you first. I swear, I don't know why you have to be such an asshle sometimes. [ Smooches ] Did you offer him anything else? I don't even know who you mean. [ Smooches ] Your Smoketown Jimmy. [ Sighs ] Did you offer him some green to go along with the pink? Baby, if you're joking, I'm not. Man came to my house last night, drew the marshal that was staying there outside. Okay. So? So, you break into a house like mine, you either got to know how to bypass the maximum-security codes... Or you got to be able to draw the person standing there out. And you risk a thing like that, you'd better know there's something inside that's worth your while. And exactly how to get to it and to get it, all before the marshal has time... But... To come back in and close the door. [ Gasps ] [ Coughs ] [ Smooches ] [ Sighs ] [ Gasps ] [ Straining ] Baby, I don't know what you're thinking. Doesn't matter what I'm thinking. What matters is I can't think of anyone but you... And me... Who knows where that gold's at. And such a betrayal. I didn't [ Muffled screaming ] [ Grunts ] [ Grunting ] [ Muffled growling ] [ Panting ] [ Gasps ] [ Coughs ] Duffy... [ Coughs ] Say what? Wasn't Duffy the one who put the safe in? [ Coughs ] Duffy. He didn't know what was in it. But he knew it was valuable enough that you needed a hidden safe. [ Sobbing ] Please, baby, I swear. [ Gasps ] Shh, shh, shh, shh. I swear. Hey, hey, hey. It's all right. I believe you. I just wish you'd been more cooperative in the first place instead of getting all argumentative. Would have saved us both a lot of trouble. [ Sighs ] I'm gonna need you to go in and get it for me. Raylan: Were you not listening just now when I told you I went to see him, told him what would happen if he ever came back? Rachel: The guy little miss sunshine planted meth on. Raylan: What's that matter? Rachel: You ask her about it? Raylan: When have I had the time? [ Doorbell rings ] Rachel: What if she were a criminal? Raylan: Alison? She's not. Rachel: Smokes weed in front of you, plants meth on an innocent man, but still she's a good girl? Raylan: I wouldn't call Henry innocent, and none of that makes her a criminal. [ Doorbell rings ] Rachel: Let me rephrase the question. If she were a criminal, what would you do? Raylan: What do you mean, "what would I do"? What do you think I would do? Rachel: I don't know, Raylan. Way you've been managing your life lately, that's a question I've stopped asking. So, are you gonna answer the door, or am I? Raylan: Where are you going with all this? Rachel: [ Sighs ] Guy gets you outside. Maybe he's giving his partner time to take whatever it is they came here for. Raylan: You think Alison's trying to rip this place off? Rachel: I think the fact that you won't even consider it means you're either lying to yourself, me, or both. Raylan: Can we just, for a sec, stop talking about what a mess my life is and get back to talking about how you do not need to be here anymore? Oh. I don't know if y'all remember me. Rachel: The maid, not the housekeeper. I'm supposed to check on the koi. Rachel: Afraid they're gonna have to tough it out. If Mr. Monroe gets convicted, the government gets to come in and sell this place off and everything in it, right? Rachel: You call him "mister"? So, how y'all bosses gonna feel if they miss out on 100,000 bucks 'cause you wouldn't let me check the ph? Raylan: Hold up. That bunch of goldfish is worth $100,000? Rachel: Do what you got to do. We'll be along in a sec. Boyd: There are only three places in Harlan she's been known to stay... Audry's, her mama's, and her sister's, and she ain't worked at Audry's since Ava went away, so what's that mean? Her mama or her sister's. Boyd: That's the reason why I got you on the payroll. You know who she's working for? Boyd: I have a pretty good idea, but I need it confirmed, which means I need for you to take her alive. And I need nobody to know she's been took. Carl, I mean it... alive! Dewey Crowe, your timing has never been impeccable, and today is no exception. Dewey: I need a word, Boyd. Boyd: Well, it's gonna have to wait. I'm awful busy at the moment. Dewey: No, it can't wait. You ripped me off! Boyd: I did what, now? Dewey: There's a restaurant in Corbin with full licenses listed for half what I paid for Audry's. Now, I can see how this 'pealing curb they got might hold the price down... Boyd: Does this restaurant have blowjobs on the menu? Apples and oranges, son. Dewey: You said I'd be making money hand over glove. Boyd: Well, building a business takes time! Dewey: The business you sold me was supposed to already be built! Now, I want $100,000, and I'm not leaving here without it. [ gn cocks ] How about just $50,000? We can call it a loan. Well, I'll give you a-a cut of the take from Audry's. I got nowhere else to turn! Boyd: You want to tell me what's really going on? Dewey: My cousin's here from Florida. Boyd: Well, that's a good thing. Family can be the perfect salve in difficult times. Dewey: You don't understand. Cousin Darryl is difficult times. He wants Audry's, Boyd. I need him gone. Boyd: Well, then, tell him to go! Dewey: No, you don't know Darryl. Boyd: No, but I know you. Now, Dewey Crowe, you stand before me today a newly minted small businessman on his way to being bona fide. After everything you've been through, I am proud of you, son. The only thing I know about your cousin Darryl is he doesn't know who he's related to. [ Sighs ] Boyd: Now, sometimes, being a man means you got to know when to put your foot down. Well, put your foot down, Dewey Crowe! [ Beeping ] Raylan: Well, on second thought, I can see how someone would pay $100,000 for those. So, you want me to go back to Mr. Monroe and tell him that the safe was empty? Raylan: That's right. Why? Rachel: 'Cause we're telling you to. I don't understand. Rachel: You don't need to understand. Don't need to do it, either. Raylan: Now, Gloria, that's where you're wrong. You do need to do it. Otherwise, you're going to jail. Mrs. Paxton called. She says she believes Crowder's been driving by her house. Guess she should have I.D'd him when she had the chance. I have a hard time with her accent, but it sounded to me like she wanted you, personal. Shit. You're so worried about your safety, you should probably lock the front door before you shower. Boyd: She's safe enough. You wanted a look. Keep on looking! [ Grunts ] Oh, yes! Look at me. The other night on the road, you shouldn't have done what you did to me. D-don't do anything crazy, now, Boyd. If you kll a sheriff, they're liable to hunt you down like a dog. Boyd: Well, I'm hoping I don't have to kll you, Mooney. I'm hoping we can come to an agreement. [ Gasps ] Boyd: Now, the money I offered Paxton, how about that ends up under your mattress? In exchange for what? Boyd: Telling him you did as he asked, put a bllet in the back of my head. Oh, yeah. [ Grunts ] [ Breathing heavily ] Better just kll him. Y-y-y-y-you don't have to do that. I'll do anything you want. You can't trust his kind. He's only loyal as long as you have the gn. Boyd: Aw, he's loyal as long as he knows he's playing for the winning team. So, how about it, Mooney? Boyd Crowder or Lee Paxton? Now, who you figure's gonna be the last man standing? Of course I'm sure. No, it was empty! Look, baby, I'm sorry, but your gold is gone. Well, all right. All right, I'll see you later. Be safe. [ Sighs ] Raylan: What did he say? He said he's going to go kll Duffy. Wynn: You're kidding. You want me to let him in? Wynn: No, I want you to get back behind the wheel and see if we can outrun him. Yes. Let him in. Raylan: [ Sighs ] I'm looking to have a private word. Wynn: I hope you understand if that doesn't strike me as the fondest notion, given our recent history, marshal. Raylan: I hoped you were the kind of man that chooses not to live in the past. Wynn: Well, normally, I am. It's just that, you know, try to kll me once, shame on you... Raylan: If I tried to kll you, you'd be dad. Besides, I'm here to protect you. Wynn: Well, that's a refreshing change of pace. Mikey, give us a sec. Am I allowed to ask who you're protecting me from? Raylan: Charles Monroe. Wynn: Don't believe I know that name. Raylan: I'm betting you do, seeing as he washed close to $3 million for you last couple years. Wynn: Isn't there an "allegedly" that goes along with that? Raylan: At the moment, the only connection between you and Monroe that interests me is the one that's got him looking to put a bllet in your head. Wynn: And which one is that? Raylan: You installed a hidden safe in his office. Wynn: Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, that I do know a Mr. Monroe and that I did install a safe in his office. How does that lead to him wanting me dad? Raylan: Come on, wynn. Why would anyone want to kll the guy that put in their security? Wynn: Charlie got robbed? Raylan: He believes he did. Wynn: And... Why? Raylan: Well, I don't want to bore you with the details. Basically, I led him to believe it. Wynn: So... You're protecting me from a situation you created? Raylan: I can see how you'd see it that way, if you want to focus on the negative. [ gn ] Rachel: Drop it! Get on the ground! Hands in the air! Raylan: You okay? Rachel: Fine. He pulled and sht before I cleared my holster. I had no choice. He drew down on me. Wynn: gn's legal. He's licensed to carry concealed. Raylan: He ain't got license to sh*t people. Guess I didn't think you had it in you. Wynn: Mikey? Mikey's a stone kller. Why do you think I keep him around? You promised Mooney the same money you promised me. Boyd: That bother you? It would if I thought you intend to pay him. Boyd: I just need a little time. How much time does it take to kll an old man? You already did most of the job. Boyd: That was an overreaction. You see, your husband swore out a statement about what my Ava did, so if he dies, that statement still lives, so either I need to make him change his testimony, or I need to make him out a liar. He is the pillar of the community... or so he says. Boyd: That's why I need a little time. He will need proof, you know. He won't take the sheriff's word that you're dad. Boyd: Well, I would say that Mooney can bring him my head. But on most days, that's my best asset. [ Laughs ] You have tattoos? Boyd: A few. Show me. Boyd: That was from a long time ago. On my street, growing up, there were old men who klled nzi... And old men who were nzi. Is it from prison? Boyd: A place called Elkton. Mm. Same in Russian prison. Your tattoos tell your story. Boyd: You have cold hands, miss Mara. My mother used to say, "cold hands, strong body." Boyd: And I'm not quite sure I see the connection. She meant that when you live in a place that is so cold your body can't heat all of itself, so it learns that there are parts you must keep warm... And parts that can do without. Would you give up your arm? Boyd: Well, no disrespect to your mama, but... A one-armed criminal... she was a survivor. I think you know something about this, as well. What about your hand? We'll put this tattoo on a dad man's hand. [ Sighs ] Boyd: You have a dad man lying around somewhere, miss Mara? [ Chuckles ] Of course. My husband owns a funeral home. What about you? Boyd: What about me what? Can you find a dad man? Can you find more than one? [ Chuckles ] Alison: So, you finally have the place to yourself, huh? Raylan: No more thrat, no more need for backup. Alison: What will happen to the gold? Raylan: Sit in a warehouse till Monroe gets convicted. Then we'll auction it. Alison: I thought you said it was likely he wouldn't get convicted. Raylan: That was before. Charges we got on him now... kidnapping, attempted mrder, so forth. He's got a lot of barbed wire in his future. Alison: Mm. All 'cause he didn't believe his girlfriend was telling the truth. Raylan: She's his maid. Alison: Gets me thinking how you see me. Raylan: Worried I'll see you as my maid or as my girlfriend? Alison: This whole time, you never once wondered if I was part of it? Raylan: Were you? Alison: Part of you wish I'd been? You tend to get involved with women who run afoul of the law? Raylan: It's happened once or twice. I wouldn't call it a tendency. Alison: What would you call it? Raylan: Tell you the truth, left to my own devices, I'd probably never think about it. Alison: Mm. Never can be sure. Raylan: Of what? Alison: That I wasn't... In on it. Raylan: I guess that's right. Alison: Kind of like how now you know there's one hidden treasure in this place... You'll never be certain there aren't others. Raylan: Stands to reason. Alison: Anyway, can't hurt to look. Raylan: Any suggestions where I might start? Alison: [ Moans ] [ Sighs ] One or two. Dewey: Messer! What the hell's going on? Messer! Darryl: Hey, Dewey. Dewey: Where is everybody? Darryl: Man, I sent everyone home, man. Closed up. Dewey: What did you do that for?! Darryl: You get the money from Boyd? Dewey: Well, if I did, you still ain't getting a cent. Yeah, that's what I came to tell you. You're hitting the road, cousin. This here's my whorehouse. My dream. And you ain't any part of it. Darryl: [ Laughing ] Oh, shit, Dewey. Okay. All right, Dewey. Don't take no shit from nobody. I like that. Before I go, you want me to tell you why what should be a gold mine is bringing back such itty-bitty returns? Dewey: Oh, I got a leaky water pipe or something? Darryl: Or something. Well, come look for yourself. There he is. Yeah. Dewey: What the hell? Darryl: Yeah, take him out. [ Grunts ] Darryl: Yeah. See, here it is. See that? See your cousin Danny, see here Jean Baptiste... he's Haitian. Your cousin Kendal's racked up in one of them trailers. You know how teenagers be. Dewey: Why did you do that to Messer? Darryl: Well, let him tell you himself. Hey, man. Hey! You got something to say to my cousin? [ Grunts, mumbles ] [ Coughs ] Dewey: Speak up. [ Coughs ] I've been... Skimming, Dewey. I'm awful sorry. Darryl: Now tell him how much. Well, you should be making almost three grand a week... Darryl: Mm! ...After expenses. Dewey: You son of a bitch! Danny: Hey! Dewey! Hey, hey, hey. Dewey: You piece of shit! Darryl: Now tell him why. Boyd... Boyd put me up to it! He gave me no choice. Darryl: Hold on! Hey! I wanted like hell to tell you. I felt awful bad about it. I'm sorry. Darryl: It hurts. It hurts real good. I know that pain. I know it hurts. Just breathe. You see, all the answers to your questions, right from the piggy's mouth, right? Only question now is how do you get rid of bodies around here, huh? Back home, we just feed 'em to the gators. Dewey: H-hold on. What? You're gonna k*ll him? Darryl: No, Dewey. He didn't steal from me. You are. [ Grunting ] Boyd: Anybody see you? Didn't go in till her mama left for the bingo. Boyd: Open it. [ Whimpering ] [ Gasps ] Boyd: Take it off. [ Whimpering ] Boyd: Where is he? [ Shakily ] I-I don't know. I swear to God. I swear. Um, he called... And he said he would pay me if... if I found out when the drugs were coming in, so I found out. Boyd: And you called him back. [ Sniffles ] Boyd: She got a cellphone on her? [ Sniffles ] Boyd: He filed under his first or last name? First. [ Beep ] [ Ringing ] [ Whimpers ] Johnny: Hey, darling. Boyd: Hello, cousin Johnny.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x03 - Good Intentions"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on Justified... He said he would pay me if-- if I found out when the drugs were coming in, so I found out. Boyd: She got a cellphone on her? [ Sniffles ] Boyd: Hello, Cousin Johnny. Yeah, well, Mr. Crowder ain't going to court. What? You're just gonna let him skate? No. I want you to kll him. Boyd: Now, the money I offered Paxton-- how about that ends up under your mattress? In exchange for what? Boyd: Telling him you did as he asked, put a bllet in the back of my head. Raylan: Rode Dickie Bennett's shirttails out of Tramble, on account of the scandal? How'd you know? Raylan: It's protocol to tell me when a known felon who's tried to kll me a couple times has been released. Dewey: Why did you do that to Messer? I've been... skimming, Dewey. Dewey: You son of a bitch! Boyd put me up to it. He didn't give me no choice. Dewey: You're gonna kll him? Darryl: No, Dewey. You are. Dewey: It's right down here. [ Sighs ] How come you keep your money all the way up here? Dewey: I got money squirreled all over, lest some fool happen across the whole chunk at once and clean me out. Well, I guess that's smart. Dewey: Hell yeah, it's smart. All we got to do is dig it up, pack our shit, and we're out of here. Put my cousin and all them assholes in our rearview. You bring the shovel? Jesus Christ, Messer. That's all we got to dig with? You said bring a shovel. This is my shovel. Dewey: Well, are you a midget? 'Cause that is a midget shovel. It's from my Boy Scouts for camping. I got it when I was a Webelo. Dewey: What the hell is a Webelo? It's kind of a Boy Scout. They run me off, but I kept my shovel. Dewey: Go on, then. Dig. Hell, you're right on the spot. Right here? Dewey: Yep. You ain't gonna help? Dewey: Well, I didn't bring my shovel 'cause you said you had one. It's not my fault it's some Webelo piece of shit. All right, well, I guess... I ought to be thankful. I thought I was a dad man back there for sure. But here I am making a clean start. Dewey: Oh, shit. You all right? Dewey: Just dig, Messer. Keep digging. Damn it. So is-- is all the money buried here? Or are we gonna have to dig somewheres else? [ Grunting ] Dewey. [ gn ] [ Grunts ] [ Both grunting ] Dewey: Son of a bitch. [ Panting ] Messer? Wade? Wade?! Where are you, man? This ain't funny. ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Art: Raylan? Raylan: Sorry. Parts of what you said are just confusing to me. Which parts? Raylan: The part where we're running a confidential informant in Harlan County. The part where that CI is Wade Messer informing on Boyd Crowder. But kind of mostly the part where you felt like you couldn't tell me about it. Both: We're telling you about it now. Raylan: How did you ever believe Messer would be a reliable CI? He is a reliable CI. Raylan: Oh, yeah? He gave us a heroin stamp house affiliated to Crowder just last week. Raylan: Oh. How did that go? Did you come away with any product? Not this time. Picked off a couple boys from his crew, though. Raylan: Yeah. You got some baby laxative, a couple hundred baggies, and two knuckleheads who don't know shit about Boyd or anything else, how is this not on the front page? Art: Well, the good news is you don't have to worry about the big picture about Wade Messer or even Boyd Crowder. All you have to worry about's finding Wade Messer. Raylan: You know the man set me up to be klled? Art: So I recall. Raylan: He's a drug addict and a board-certified imbecile. Art: Shouldn't be too hard to find him, then. Messer had a phone we provided him with. Was supposed to call us on it last night, and he failed to do so. Art: Phone GPS put him at a certain location in Harlan County. Hasn't moved. Audry's, no E. Familiar with the place? Raylan: I'm acquainted, yes. Art: And I know Messer took a swipe at you. That's why I'm sending Tim along. Keep you from bumbling into some shit that I have to clean up later. Dewey: [ Panting ] Come on. Oh, shit. I'm lost. Help! Hey! Johnny: You're looking thin, cousin. Boyd: Well, I have had more time on the elliptical now that I don't have to spend it wondering how and when you're gonna sab me in the back. Johnny: Where's Teri? Boyd: Well, uh, she should be dropped off right... now. Johnny: Ava... I sure do hate seeing you here like this. Doesn't seem right. Ava: Don't feel bad, Johnny. I would have had Boyd string you up till I got out just to watch him skin you like a rabbit. Johnny: I guess that's why we're all meeting here... where ain't any one of us can pull on the other. Boyd: Well, I figured a parley behind the confines of metal detectors might keep everybody's mind on what's important. Johnny: And what is so important that you saw fit to lure me out here to the county jail on such a beautiful day? Boyd: Oh, you really got to ask? After you ht a delivery intended for me. Johnny: I don't know what delivery you're talking about, cousin. Boyd: Well, specifics ain't that important. What's important is the question of reparations and restitution. Johnny: Let us start with how you are gonna make reparations for me taking a belly full of buckshot on account of you finding Jesus for a minute. Boyd: Cousin Johnny, your resentments do harbor some grain of truth, but they are far removed in the history of wrongdoings that you've perpetrated over-- Johnny: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Shit. I just about forgot how much I hate the sound of your voice-- using every word in the Webster's without ever saying a damn thing. Boyd: You want me to get to the point? Johnny: Yeah, 25 words or less. You tell me why I should give a shit. Boyd: How about one word-- money. Johnny: Meaning what? You need some? Boyd: Oh, well, everybody needs money, Cousin Johnny. I'm saying there's a lot to be made if we can set aside our differences for a minute. Johnny: [ Chuckles ] You've got to be kidding me. Boyd: I'm not. I'm serious as the Pope, Johnny. Now, we wouldn't be the first dysfunctional family to ever make a profit. Ava: Hmm. Johnny: Well, now, see, the thing is, Boyd... I did not come here to see you. I came here to see Ava. And now that I have, as far as I'm concerned, this meeting is done. You should have done right by me, cousin. I was a believer for a while. When you come to your senses, sweetheart... you drop me a line. I'll come for you. Boyd: Guard. You on him? He's cut south. Ain't heading to Lexington. Boyd: Stay on him. Give him plenty of lead. He pulls off, you pass him up and wait somewhere he can't see you. I know how to tail a mark, Boyd. Boyd: Well, you ain't never tailed a Crowder before. Raylan: Let's just keep those hands where we can see them. Kendal: You got a warrant? Raylan: How do you know we're even cops? Kendal: 'Cause I ain't stupid. What you got behind the bar there? Kendal: Sawed off .410. Raylan: Good choice. Now, my partner's gonna come back there and secure that wapon. You're gonna back up and let him do so. Are we all clear on what's gonna happen next? Tim: .410, huh? [ Bottle clinks ] You know, we might have sht you. Kendal: You'd sht a kid holding a baseball bat? Wouldn't look too good. What are y'all doing? Tim: Whatever we want. Raylan: Doesn't Wade Messer usually run the bar? Kendal: What do you want with him? Raylan: Just to talk. What did you say your name was? Kendal: I didn't. It's Kendal. Raylan: Kendal Crowe? Huh. I guess I missed you when I was down in your neck. What brings you up from Florida, Kendal Crowe? Kendal: What business is that of yours? Raylan: You got your brother's charm. He around? Kendal: You see him around? Raylan: What about your cousin Dewey? Kendal: You best get your eyes checked, you have to ask. Tim: That's his number. History shows only calls made to one number in Lexington-- likely Vasquez. Raylan: Well, Messer ain't the brightest bulb in the makeup mirror, but he'd know better than to use a government phone around Boyd. So he's got another phone. Raylan: Tell your brother I said hey. Dewey: [ Panting ] God, I ain't prayed in a while. [ Sniffles ] It's just-- I... Listen, I ain't fixing to die out here in the woods like some animal. You hear me? That's bullshit. Jesus, if you help me find him, once I kll him, I swear, I'll straighten up. I'll go to church, Sunday school, whatever you want. But, God damn it, I got to get this thing done, you understand? I ain't ever asked you for shit! Least you could do is-- Well, hallelujah. Tim: That the tree Messer strung you up on, let Dickie Bennett work you with a fungo bat? Raylan: Think Dickie did the stringing. Messer was more of an accessory. Tim: What say we go in, poke around? Raylan: He ain't here. Tim: Or he's dad in the back room, just inches away from the phone could have saved his life. Raylan: That is one possibility. Tim: You don't seem all that excited about finding our guy. Raylan: Well, he did set me up to die. Maybe my investment into his well-being is a little shaky. Tim: I want to check the door. Raylan: So check the door. [ Dog barking ] Tim: Dog, dog, dog! Holy shit. Raylan: Did it get you? Tim: No, but I think something just came between me and my Calvins. Danny: Hey! Hey! Who the hell are you pointing your gn at my dog? Tim: US Marshals. Could you please restrain this animal? Danny: What can I do you for? Raylan: Chain it up before we have to paint the yard with it. Danny: [ Whistles ] Chelsea! [ Barking stops ] Come here, baby. That's right. Yeah. My little chocolate lover. [ Chuckles ] Y'all well can come down now. Raylan: Danny, right? Danny Crowe. Danny: Same. Raylan: You're the one that had that big old mastiff just about took my leg off in Clewiston. Danny: Yeah. That was Mitzi. She's one special animal. Kissing cousin to this one right here. Ain't that right, baby? Yeah. Raylan: Chelsea's got a big set of balls on her. [ Dog barking ] Danny: Hey, buddy, do yourself a favor-- don't talk about my dog again. Tim: How is it you come to be living in Wade Messer's house, Danny Crowe? Danny: Well, I'm his roommate now that I landed. Raylan: That's a sitcom I'd pay to see. Danny: Well, he ain't here now. You boys are more than welcome to take a look around. I ain't got nothing to hide. I'm sure little Chelsea here would love to show you around. Ain't that right, girl? That's right. Yeah. Pleasure's all mine. Dewey: [ Panting ] [ Groans ] Dewey: Son of a bitch. [ Strained ] Help me. Please. Dewey: Don't look at me, man. I'm sorry, man. Don't look at me. Help me. You okay, mister? You lost? You look pretty bad. Dewey: Yeah, I'm lost. Don't come any closer. Why not? Dewey: Well, I-I got bit by something. I might be contagious. I think maybe you got sunstroke, mister. Dewey: Just-- just-- just stay there. Okay? Oh, my lord. What has happened to you? Dewey: Y-y-y'all just-- y-y'all just stay there, okay? I mean it. I-I know you're confused, honey, but it's gonna be all right. We're here to help you. Vince, clear a spot on the back for him. Dewey: All right, all right, all right! I'll come to you. I'll come to you, all right? Just-- just let let me-- I-I'm gonna walk down. Just-- I'll come to you, okay? Okay. Of course, honey. Y-you just come on down to us. Just-- easy does it. You stuck, mister? Dewey: No, I'm good. I got it. [ Wheezing ] Help. Help. Dewey: Oh, God! Oh, God, my head! It hurts! We got to get him out of here. Dewey: I think I'm gonna faint. We've got to get him out of here pronto. He's losing it. Darryl: Now, l-let me get this all straight. We got US Marshals banging on doors all over town, plus Dewey and the dipshit we sent him to kll are both MIA. Is that about right, or am I leaving something out? Danny: Well, we are out of wild turkey. Darryl: Y'all understand how that's bad, right? Kendal: What are federals after some needledick hillbilly over, anyway? Darryl: They ain't. They after me. This is the same marshal that put me in Starke. He got a bone to pick. So here he is. Danny: Well, you know what I say. Darryl: Yeah, Danny, I know what you want to do. You want to kll him, right? You want to execute a government official because what? He insulted your dumbass dog, Chicklet. Danny: Her name is Chelsea. Jean Baptiste: If we kll him now, it means we go again. Darryl: Right. Jean Baptiste: But this time, they follow us forever. Danny: God damn it. I told you that I should have klled Messer. Darryl: And I told you it's Dewey's turn. I got my reasons, so let's not waste time and go over it again. Jean Baptiste: So what you want to do? Darryl: I want to find my cousin Dewey and make sure he took care of business. And if he didn't, I'm gonna take care of business, which may mean taking care of Dewey. Everybody understand the gravity of what I'm talking about here? Jean Baptiste: Mm-hmm. Darryl: Yes? All right, Kendal, go on and take care of the bar. Danny: Bitch. Kendal: We are out of wild turkey. Darryl: Yeah, I heard as much, and I'm gonna file that under "Least of our gddmn problems." You coming? Something funny, darling? Ava: No. Nothing. Mm. Where we off to this fine afternoon? Ava: Dining hall. Been eating all right since you processed? A lot of white girls have trouble keeping food down. Get too skinny in here. It's unbecoming. Ava: [ Chuckles ] What is it we're talking about here exactly? We're just having a conversation, is all. I'm Albert, by the way. Ava: Well, Albert, I'm not feeling much more like conversating. Maybe I'm just a little peckish. Yeah, some girls get peckish. Mm-hmm. Maybe take to squirreling away foodstuffs in their cells, huh? Help mitigate those hunger pains in the night. Ava: Oh, so you're here to toss the cell? Well, go on. Do what you got to do. [ Chuckles ] Ava: [ Chuckles ] What were you smirking at when I come in? Ava: Nothing. Girl, you "Nothing" me again, I will smash your face into that toilet till there ain't nothing left to recognize. Now answer my question. Ava: I was thinking, "Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?" You're a pretty girl, huh? Like maybe-- maybe not like you once was, but pretty enough. I give you a compliment. Don't that get me a "Thank you," at least? Ava: Thank you. You're welcome. Now disrobe and bend over. Ava: What? You heard me. Ava: Bullshit. Good. Tell me how I'm gonna regret this, huh? I love it. Now you disrobe and bend over or I'm just gonna have to make you. Ava: Get off of me! Officer Fekus? I-I said, "Stop resisting." We good? I said, "Stop resisting." There a problem in here? Ava: I tripped. I grabbed his arm. My bad. Need to be careful in here, lady. This ain't a cotillion. Let's get you to the dining hall. Boyd: He still headed west? He'll ht Nashville before too long. I'm gonna need gas soon. Boyd: Well, then, so will be. Now, he stops, you stop somewhere close and use that can I put in the back. Just don't let him out of your sight. Raylan Givens. Well, I'm afraid you caught us with our closed sign up. Now, I'd offer to re-open, but you've yet to spend a dollar in my bar. Raylan: Allow me a minute to collect my wits such to reply. I'm overcome trying to factor how many wapon you're armed with. Boyd: Well, not armed as such. Just transporting goods from point A to point B-- IE, this legally procured hunting implement out to the shed for safekeeping. Raylan: You know Deputy Gutterson. Boyd: Well, I believe we have a friend in common. Or should I say "Had"? Tim: Oh, I'm not sure I'd call him a friend. Boyd: Well, I'm not sure he would, either. Raylan: Felon carrying a firearm. Could violate you, put the wheels in motion for charges. Suppose there'd be some satisfaction, but, at the moment, we have a more pressing concern. I understand Wade Messer worked principally for you. Boyd: Well, your use of the past tense gives me some sense of foreboding. Raylan: Last day or so, the man's wandered some off the radar. Boyd: And what leads you to surmise he has any continued affiliation with me? Raylan: Well, I know he was informing our office on your activities, and I know you know that because you've been feeding him bullshit. Boy, Raylan Givens, I have no idea what it is you're implying. Tim: You fed Messer bullshit so he'd feed the same bullshit to the AUSA, and they could go on thinking he's a viable CI. Raylan: While no doubt using him to strip every dime you could out of Audry's. Tim: And now that their confidential informant's gone missing... Raylan: Horrible thought, but just suppose the man turns up dad somewhere. Absent any clear leads otherwise, it makes you look very shiny as a suspect. Tim: Really kind of the only suspect. Boyd: And suppose he just went fishing. Raylan: You think that's what happened? Boyd: Well, I don't know because he didn't invite me on his fishing trip. Did you try calling him? Tim: We would, but we found his phone at Audry's. Raylan: Smart criminal might consider giving his crew a burner phone, one only the boss knows the number to, thereby minimizing exposure. Boyd: Raylan Givens, are you flattering me? Raylan: Give us the number to his burner, and let's see if he's got it with him on his fishing trip. Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, now that I have fully cooperated with law enforcement, am I free to go? Raylan: Tim, you mind sticking around, keeping Boyd company a minute? Tim: Well, I was hoping. Raylan: Give me my pen. Boyd: Where you going? Raylan: Find out whether what you gave us is bullshit. I just texted you a number for GPS. Yep. Okay. - [ Telephone ringing ] Art: Mullen. - Art, it's Ed. Listen, you still interested in what went down the night Nicky Augustine was mrder? Art: Yeah. You got a little tidbit for me? - Oh, I've got more than a tidbit. Art: Really? Well, what do you know? - I think it's best if you come up to Detroit tonight. Art: All right. Let me see if I can get up there tonight. All right. Darryl: Nothing? Danny: No. Darryl: Well, then, we keep looking. Meantime, let's get something behind the bar with a little bit more pop, so next time baby brother has something to defend himself with other than his dick? Danny: How about a little sawed-off shorty? Darryl: Yeah, that'd do her. Danny: Yeah. Darryl: Dewey. Hey, man, where you at? Hey-- what? Oh, sh-- are you gddmn crying? Okay, just sit tight, son. Yeah, I'm coming to get you. Yeah. I'm gonna get this all straightened out. Raylan: The owner hadn't seen him, and he called the night lady-- she hadn't either. You sure this is where GPS pings to? It's pretty deserted. No, I think I'll, uh... You know what? Never mind. I think I might have found him. Dewey: Well, see, it's all 'cause Messer brought this little Webelo shovel. Darryl: A what? Dewey: A Webelo shovel. It's like a-- Darryl: D-Dewey, stop, man. I can't even take it. You have any idea at all where he's at now? Huh? Dewey: Yeah, well, we come down this ATV trail next to this little, like, bed-and-breakfast. Now, he ain't gonna be far 'cause he was just about dad when I come up on him. You believe me. Right, Darryl? I mean, the man was-- was dad. I don't know how-- Darryl: How what? How a dad man got up and walked off into the woods? I'm having a little trouble with that one, cousin. Dewey: So what happens now? Darryl: Go up there. We're gonna find him. And if need be, you're gonna finish the job. Dewey: What happens if-- if we don't find him? Darryl: Ooh. Well, that's a whole other situation, then, ain't it? Holy shit. [ Police radio chatter ] Looks like your problem got took care of on its own. Lucky for you, cousin. Lucky for you, boy. Boyd: You want to challenge? Did you find everything you were looking for out there, Raylan? Raylan: If everything includes Wade Messer with a couple of bllet holes in him, I supposed I did. Boyd: He's dad? Raylan: Little B&B on Route 3 up in the woods some beyond. Looks like he took a couple pops, then wandered around like a chicken with its head cut off through the woods. Boyd: Well, I'm genuinely sorry to hear that. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Well, I'll be on my way. Raylan: Where is it you're in such a hurry to get to, Boyd? Boyd: My life, Raylan, which, no offense, the less you're a part of, the better. What, you're still thinking you're gonna pin this on me? Raylan: I don't know. Tim, what do you think? Tim: History of volence, in a hurry somewhere with a gn, the victim was a CI against him-- I say we let him go. Boyd: Hold on a second. I'm the one who volunteered the very information that led you to the man's body. Now, I am no legal scholar, but I believe I satisfied the writ of habeas corpus of my own volition. Raylan: Boyd, if we thought that you did it, you'd be in a holding cell already, and a happier thought I can scarcely conjure. Boyd: Well, if the Crowes have alighted on the wire as your friend here says, they are your problem, Raylan. Not me. ♪ Got another one of them? Never took you for a smoker, Crane. Been that kind of day, I guess. It's always that kind of day at this place. Enough to make me want to take a bath in hand sanitizer. That inmate from before-- little blond piece of ass. Can't tell which way she swings, though. Matter of time. Yeah, here's the thing. She's protected, you stupid shit. You can't see that? Maybe this eyeball ain't any use to you anymore. No, please. Never again. Understand? Say it. N-never again. Never again. You really do have a nice smile. You know that? [ Door opens and closes ] Dewey: How long are you aiming to keep me locked up like this? Till your dumb ass sobers up and starts acting right. Dewey: You can't keep me in here, Darryl. This is false imprisonment or some shit. Darryl: So, what, you gonna call the law on me? Dewey: Well, supposing I did, you son of a bitch, what then? Huh? All that shit you made me do, dragging Messer into the woods to kll him-- why'd you make me do that, huh? Why?! Darryl: Hey! Hey! You about done with your little hissy fit? Huh? Can we talk? Dewey: Why did you make me do that? Darryl: I'll tell you why. So I know you a damn Crowe. You're one of us. Dewey: I ain't one of you. Darryl: You ain't? Huh? So go on and run away like a full-blown bitch. Go ahead. But I'll tell you what-- you get out in the world and take to running your mouth about your kin and all the bad shit we done, just remember which one of us pulled that trigger on Messer. Yeah, big man. That was all you, boy. All you. Or you can take the plunge, stay with family, be a part of what the Crowes are building here, reap the benefits of that good loyalty. Dewey: Sounds like you're selling me tires. Darryl: Nah, I'm selling you a life, Dewey Crowe. You just got to make a choice. Boyd: Well, that explains why my cousin's got his swagger back. Balls to carry out a ht that size. Who is it? Boyd: You ever heard of Rodney "Hot Rod" Dunham? Shit. Boyd: "Shit" is right. But you know what they say-- the bigger they are, the harder they fall. So what? We doing this now? Boyd: Mm. Not tonight. You gonna cut down a tree that size, you need to make sure you bring a very big saw. But soon. Real gddmn soon. Great, great, great. All that checks out. [ Mumbling ] Hey. Got a slug from the body-- .32. Wandered all over the mountain, dogs tracked where it could have went down, but it had already been cleaned up. All they found was the head of some sort of camp shovel. Raylan: It was the Crowes. I don't know which one, but my money's either on Danny or the Haitian. Well, KSP brought them in one and all for questioning, and their stories hold up. Raylan: Plenty of time to get the narrative straight with me poking around all the day of. Yeah, you know, my office likes things simple, and simple is CI informs on a crime boss, turns up dad, said CI is likely to have been klled by said crime boss. What? That's funny? Raylan: What's funny is you calling Boyd Crowder a crime boss. You know what's funny to me? Raylan: Huh? Your continuing insistence that he's not. Raylan: Hey, I wish it was Boyd. I'd put the cuffs on him myself. But you want justice for Wade Messer, start with the Crowes. Interesting. The same Crowes that you had occasion to visit down in Hendry County, Florida? Raylan: Where I was sent. And lo these few weeks later, here they are in Kentucky. What? Did y'all carpool up together? Nice work tracking Messer, though. You're right. Art probably should have told you he was our CI. Raylan: Probably. Hey. Where is Art? Detroit PD picked him up on a missing license plate. He popped with NCIC. It turns out he's a reasonable-sized fish-- some Canadian drug thing. Art: What's his angle? Oh, he'd sell his own dick in a gift box for a ride back across the river to the Queen's whatever. Figured you'd want to hear what he's offering. Art: Thanks. Good luck. [ Door opens ] You the Kentucky guy? [ Door closes ] Art: I'm the Kentucky guy. Oh, The Bluegrass State. Never been. Art: Not sure you're gonna get the chance, looking at your jacket. Well, it's my loss, I'm sure. So what do you want to know? Art: I want to know what happened on the tarmac outside of Lexington the night Nicky Augustine was klled. Look, like I told the last guy, it's all hearsay. Art: I don't care. Well, in my dealings with the late, great psycho shithead Sammy Tonin, he told me a couple times that he had a Kentucky lawman in his pocket or a lawman in Kentucky-- one of the two-- and that he was there the night he took out Nicky Augustine. Art: Continue. That's all. Art: That's all? Mm-hmm. Art: Well, it's up to Chief Kirkland, but I don't think that's gonna get you back up north to your free healthcare. Okay, look, if you want the full story, you have to talk to Picker. He was Sammy's right-hand man until-- well, until he klled him. Art: Picker? Yeah, I don't know if that's a first name, last name, or nom de guerre. Art: Is he still around here? Your lucky day. I think out of fear of what evil henchmen Theo Tonin might still have hanging around, he's laying low in your neck of the woods with a man named Wynn Duffy. Intercom's all screwed up. I didn't hear a thing. Art: [ Chuckles ] So you gonna send him back across the river? Well, might as well. We got too many damn Canadians in this country. Justin Bieber, Celine Dion... Art: Steve Nash. Take care, Art. Alison: [ Breathing heavily ] You good? Raylan: I'm good. Alison: Oh. Raylan: That was just, uh-- Think maybe I was working some stuff out on you, there. Raylan: I'm not complaining. Alison: You staying? Raylan: You want me to stay? Alison: Do whatever you want. You should go. Raylan: Okay. You mean now? Alison: If you're going. Raylan: Did I miss a part of the conversation? Where I said something off-color? Alison: I'm doing a thing, aren't I? Raylan: Maybe. Alison: [ Sighs ] There's this kid-- he's eight. Mom's run off years ago, so dad's taken to chaining him up in the garage. He's got this bucket to do his business in. Sometimes he's not checked on for days, so I pull him out of there. He's barely speaking English. He's blinking in the sunlight like something living in a cave, which I suppose he was. Raylan: This is today? Alison: Got the law and all. Kid hadn't eaten in God knows when. He was like this other species, like something pitiful. Anyway, I'm walking back to the car, and daddy comes at me with a tire iron saying there's no way I'm gonna break up his family, saying that boy's all he's got. He would've bat me to death if the police wasn't there... All 'cause this boy he had chained to a radiator-- worse than you treat your worst enemy-- family. Raylan: Hey, come here. Alison: You staying? Raylan: Yeah, I'm staying. Christ, this smells, don't it? You ought to be used to it by now. What is this? What's this skin? Oh, it's, uh, some kind of racial thing. You think he's gonna turn up? Nah. He's gone. My guess is he's gonna wind up being the subject of some kind of myth or folklore. You know-- "What the hell ever happened to Boyd Crowder?" That'll be that. Mooney, I think you can guarantee come next election, you will no longer be "Acting" Sheriff. Thank you, sir. That'll be all. Mara, honey, when's dinner gonna be ready? I sure did miss your cooking in the hospital. Just a few more minutes. Oh, Lee, now that Boyd's dad, you still want to proceed with the case against Ava Crowder? Hell yes, I want to pursue it. That trash deserves every second she gets inside. She already klled her own husband and walked on that. Good riddance. Okay. Raylan: Party's over, revelers. Leave your drinks where they are. Get the hell out. Us, too? Raylan: Everybody. Everybody except you. Looks like you lost some of that Everglades tan since you landed. Darryl: Come up in here to cause trouble? Huh? Swinging around that big, old federal dick of yours, huh? Is that what you come to do? Or you come to find out about our day manager who's gone missing? 'Cause we done talked to the state's bacon about that already. Raylan: All your stories in lock step. Guess you've had some practice. Darryl: Oh, yeah, we had a whole lot of practice. Raylan: I still can't figure out why you klled him. Whether it was 'cause he was skimming or just in your way. Maybe it was 'cause you knew he was a CI. That's a possibility. Darryl: Unless he was informing on us, and I don't see how he could be, considering we ain't got nothing to inform on. Them reasons don't mean nothing to us. Raylan: True. Okay. Irrespective why you klled Messer, here's the deal. You got to leave this place. You and your people back to Florida, wherever have you, I don't care, but you can't stay here. You understand? Darryl: [ Chuckles ] [ Spits ] Marshal, you know good and well ain't nobody going nowhere. Matter of fact, we came up here to lay down roots. 'Sides, if you had good enough reason to run us out of here, you'd have done it already. Ain't that right? Raylan: Just remember, so when later you're regretting the decision you made, remember I gave you the chance. Darryl: I'll tie a string around my finger, all right? Raylan: Yeah, I'll just be collecting what I came for and be on my way. Darryl: Yeah, what you came for? Raylan: Kendal Crowe. You're coming with me. Darryl: Whoa, whoa. Is that supposed to be funny? Raylan: Not so much funny ha-ha as funny odd. Meaning when I was in here the other day, I found it odd that you had a minor behind the bar in a house of ill repute. Darryl: Kendal? [ Chuckles ] Man, that boy done seen shit you and I can't imagine. Raylan: Well, yet here I am with a mandate to remove the minor Kendal Crowe into state's custody. Darryl: Man, don't nobody care about that bullshit. Raylan: It's for the safety and wellbeing of the child. You understand. Time to go. Get what you need. Toothbrush would be good, but CPS will provide anything else, within bounds. Darryl: Kendal, you stay right there. He'll leave out of here over my dad, white body. Raylan: Well, I may just be able to arrange that. Tell your brother he takes any step further out of my line of sight, that'll be the last step he ever takes. Darryl: Talking like that means you don't know my brother Danny. Danny: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: You sure this is how you want it to go down, Darryl? Not for me to say, but I would encourage you to consider what happens after what happens next. Darryl: I considered it, and I don't give a shit. You ain't taking my baby brother. This is your last chance to walk up out of here alive. Raylan: It's decided, then. Kendal: I'll go. Darryl: Kendal, you ain't going no-- Kendal: No, Darryl, I'll go. You know what to do. Ain't up to me, but I say we go. Boyd: This is it? Carl: Three from the night you and Jimmy almost got ht. Rest from the night they h*t the shipment.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x04 - Over the Mountain"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Wendy: What's he doing here? Raylan: I'm checking on the child's welfare. How you doing, Kendal? Darryl: This family needs to stay together. Wendy: To wit, you need to find a fit place for that boy to lay his head. Jean Baptiste: A man that just talks is no man. Danny: [ Chuckles ] That's not the way you should be talking to me, homie. Jean Baptiste: [ Groans ] Kendal: Oh, my God. You klled him. Danny: Ain't gonna tell nobody? Kendal: I won't say a word. Boyd: You turn over my cousin Johnny and you agree right now to help me smuggle heroin across the border from Mexico. You know what kind of deep shit you'd be in... If you did... This? Ava: Oh, my God. Bye-bye, honey. She shanked the guard! You know, there's a rumor going around that a federal lawman was instrumental in the death of Nicky Augustine. Picker said he was there on the tarmac, watched the whole thing go down. Want to guess who he said it was? Special agent Barkley. Raylan: It wasn't Barkley. And I can tell you that for a fact. [ Thunder rumbling ] [ Indistinct conversations ] ♪ ♪ [ Billiard balls clack ] Raylan: Art. [ Grunts ] Art: [ Groans ] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ You try to bogard ♪ ♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [ buzzer sounds ] [ Door opens ] ♪ ♪ [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Buzzer sounds ] [ Door closes ] [ Birds chirping ] [ Train whistle blows in [ distance ] [ Bell clanging ] [ Both laugh ] Boyd: Oh! Damn, son, you always were a size! Whoo! Boyd: I'll never forget the day you stepped off that bus at Elkton, gills out to here. I said, "now, that right there is a fish we can turn into a shark!" Yeah, reminding me that I owe you. Boyd: Well, I don't think you would need reminding. Boyd: Now, how long you gonna make me stand here before you offer me a drink? [ Laughs ] You know I know you were the one that taught me how to jail. Boyd: Everything! Helped free myself from mongrelization. Actually, from what I hear, you could use a little refresher on that your own self. Boyd: Yeah? How's that? [ Liquid pours ] You really start a church that lets in coloreds? Boyd: Well, I believe I also taught you never let politics stand in the way of business. What kind of business you and I got? Boyd: Well, you had a sister, as I recall, up in pine point. Actually, all three of my sisters done a stretch up in there. Boyd: But one of them is still in. Gretchen. You know, an attitude like her's, it's gonna be awhile before she takes a walk in a yard without a fence. Boyd: Hmm. Now, actually, I got a call from Gretchen this very morning. Said a girl with the last name Crowder got busted in there for some set-to in Harlan lockup. I guess that ain't no coincidence. Boyd: Why, no, it is not. gn Swift, I don't remember you being this sly. Well, you're the one that taught me... brawn's not enough. Boyd: Neanderthals were so strong, their muscles would bend their bones. You see a neanderthal walking around with a cellphone? [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] Who's the girl? As far as I recall, you don't have a sister. Boyd: Well, for simplicity's sake, let's just call her my wife. Congratulations. And you want Gretchen to see that's she's looked after, huh? Boyd: Mm. For how long? Boyd: As long as it takes. [ Inhales sharply ] Well, Gretchen's gonna need a little money for her commissary. Boyd: Well, this should keep her in tuna and kool-aid for a little while. [ Glasses clink ] [ Crickets chirping ] [ Doorbell rings ] [ Chelsea barking ] Alison: [ Gasps ] [ Sighs ] Darryl: Are you Kendal's social worker? Alison: We're not supposed to enter the house if there's a dog on the loose. Darryl: Danny, come get your animal! Most times, they bark so they ain't got to bite. Alison: Yeah. It's just, uh... Danny: Chelsea! Alison: It's more a liability thing than, uh, anything. When there's a dog living in the home, technically, we're required ...Darryl: Dog don't live in the home. Dog lives outside. Danny: Yeah, don't mind Chelsea. He just gets excited when he smells something he likes. Alison: Are Kendal and Wendy here? Darryl: No, they ain't here. They at the store. We didn't expect you till later. Alison: Yeah, the drive was faster than I thought. Darryl: All right. Well, come on in. Don't be a jitterbug. Danny gonna put the dog outside. Go on. Put the dog outside, man! Let that dog shit. Danny: I'll get acquainted with you later. Wendy: Little help here! Hey! Anybody! [ Door closes ] Oh, hi! Wanted to have some hors d'oeuvres out for you... show you this is a nice, hospitable, Christian home. Alison: Oh, I know. I'm sor... I'm early. Wendy: Oh. Kendal: Couldn't wait to see me again, huh? Wendy: That's enough, Romeo. Head on up to your room. Do your homework. Let Ms. Brander do her job. Kendal: Talking to me is her job. I mean, who else's wellness is she here to check on? Wendy: Well, actually, she's not allowed to speak to you directly unless she has a warrant or some sort of exigent circumstance. Isn't that right? Alison: Actually, it's a little more complicated than that. Wendy: Go on up to your room. Darryl: When you done, I'll come up there... we throw some bones. Wendy: So, uh... Darryl: Dominoes. Alison: Hmm. Wendy: Darryl give you the tour? What's the verdict? This place fit for human habitation? Alison: What happened in Miami? Wendy: Oh. Well, I decided my place there's too small. A teenage boy takes up some space. Alison: This place has a lot of that. Wendy: Mm-hmm. Alison: Do you happen to have the rental agreement for the home? Wendy: Yeah, of course. I'll go get that for you. [ Inhales sharply ] Um... Say, how long have you been going with that marshal? Alison: What makes you think... Wendy: Oh, stop. I have an eye for that sort of thing. Of course, if you ask me, I think he's about the most judgmental asshle I ever hope to meet, but I will allow he's easy to look at. Of course, you put those things together, you probably got the perfect recipe for a man just about guaranteed to break your heart. I have an eye for that sort of thing, too. There you go. I made an extra copy for you, special. Alison: Thank you. [ Chelsea snarling ] Danny: [ Muttering ] Oh, that's good, Chelsea. Oh, it's good, Chelsea. Yeah. Yeah. Leaving so soon, Ms. Alison? Yeah. Oh, yeah. Play with Chelsea? Want to pull on the rope? Yeah, yeah! Come on! [ Chelsea growling ] Yeah! [ Grunting ] Yeah. Don't you run. Yeah? Chelsea will chase you if you run. Huh? [ Barks ] [ Chuckles ] Alison: [ Sighs ] Danny: [ Barks ] Don't you run. [ Barking ] [ Chuckles ] [ Crickets chirping ] [ Engine revving ] Alison: [ Gasping ] [ Tires screeching ] [ Door beeping ] Danny: [ Barking ] Alison: [ Groans ] Danny: [ Laughing ] Whoo! [ Door closes ] Alison: [ Groans ] Art: Anything else? Rachel: I hear Theo's refusing to talk at all. Wouldn't even tell the doctors his blood type. Art: Of course not. He's got integrity. Tim: Plus, problem with being top of the food chain is you can't dime out the guys above you. I mean, we already got bin laden. Okay, are we seriously not gonna talk about it? Rachel: Talk about what, your Bin Laden joke? Not your best. Tim: Raylan's eye. What, did you slip in art's shower? Remember? 'Cause that's how Art hurt his hand. Raylan: That bllet-counting thing. Art: What, the inventory? Raylan: I'll do it. Art: Thank you, Raylan. I appreciate that. Rachel: I'll help. You said they wanted it asap, right? Art: Yep. Raylan: We ought to come up with a good excuse. People see us going into storage together, might get some funny ideas. Rachel: Why wouldn't we just tell them the truth? Raylan: That we volunteered for inventory? [ Elevator bell dings ] Rachel: Okay, yeah. We need an excuse. Alison: Before you say anything... What the hell happened to your face? Raylan: You first. [ Indistinct conversations ] Darryl: J.B., where you at, man? Getting a little concerned. Call me back, man. ♪ ♪ Danny: Maybe he shacked up with one of them hookers. Darryl: Yeah. Danny: Want to check the trailers? Darryl: Mm. You sure you ain't heard from him? Danny: Not a word. Darryl: Mm. Nothing, huh? It ain't like him to go M.I.A. Danny: Yeah, well, a lot of hillbillies around here. You know? Maybe he's swinging from a tree. Darryl: Oh, bullshit, man. Ain't none of them up to task. Don't suppose you got any ideas where Baptiste is, huh? Kendal: No. Darryl: Hold up. You sure there ain't something you ain't telling me? 'Cause if there is, you best spill. Danny: Darryl, I mean... Darryl: But I asked you. You ain't have nothing to say. Danny: Well, I didn't want to cause any trouble. Darryl: About what? Danny: Well, I'll tell you. Look, Baptiste... he was... he was talking a lot of shit about you. Darryl: Saying what? Danny: You know, that... you know you... he didn't... he didn't have enough money and that you couldn't provide. Darryl: Provide? Danny: And I told him. That's exactly what I told him. I said, "listen, here, darkness. Okay? You ever talk about my brother like that again, I'll cut you. Yeah, and then he said, you know, he should have stayed in Florida, and I said, "well, get your dumb ass back to Florida." And he said, "maybe I would." Just like that. Darryl: You heard him talking shit like that? Kendal: Yeah. Just like Danny said. Darryl: Now, if he had a problem, why his bitch ass didn't come and say something to me? Danny: Oh, he's... he's a pssy, you know. He probably didn't want to be talked out of it. [ Clang ] Come on, you dumb bitch! Darryl: Go one and deal with that, man! Danny: Hey! Stop that woman! Hey! Come here! I didn't do nothing. Hey! [ Elevator bell dings ] Rachel: She gonna be all right? Raylan: She'll be fine. Rachel: Why didn't she call the cops? Raylan: Guessing 'cause she was worried they'd give her a field test. Rachel: Booze? Pot? Wow, she just keeps getting better. How come you pushed basement? Raylan: That's where you count bllts. Rachel: Please. I'm going with you. Raylan: Where am I going? Rachel: You're going down to Harlan to kick Danny Crowe's ass. Raylan: Fine. You can drive. [ Crow squawking ] How long you have it? Dewey: Not long enough. Why are you getting rid of it? Dewey: Hitting the road. I need some traveling money. All right! I'll take it. Let's load her up! [ Grunts ] Wait. The hell's that? Dewey: Oh, that there's the minor cosmetic damage. I put it on the sign. Cosmetic? This thing is blown to shit! It ain't no pool! It's junk! $800, my ass. Dewey: How much you want to give me, then? [ Exhales sharply ] Give you 20 bucks, take it straight to the scrap yard. Dewey: How far am I supposed to get on 20 bucks? I paid $1,000 for this thing! Yeah, well, when you did, it held water! 20 bucks, final offer. Dewey: This here pool was my dream. I ain't selling it for no 20 bucks! Then I ain't wasting no more time. Oh, shit! Dewey: In fact, I ain't gonna sell it at all! I ain't giving up on my dream! [ Engine turns over ] I ain't giving up on my dream! Danny: [ Grunts ] Dewey: Danny! What the hell happened? Danny: What's it matter? Guys around here think buying a drink buys them a license to talk shit. Now, which one's his? Dewey: It's that one there, I believe. Danny: [ Grunting ] Oh, God. This whole place is ass-backwards, Dewey. You know that? How you doing, sweetheart? Yeah, God damn it, I was having a good hair day. Dewey: Can I ask you something, Danny? Danny: [ Grunts ] Dewey: If I get Darryl the money I paid Boyd for Audry's, do you really think he'd leave Kentucky? Danny: Well, you produce that type of cash, we'd all like to cut this shit hole loose. Hey. Danny: [ Sighs ] Go to sleep, ginger. [ Panting ] I see your wheels turning there, cousin. Huh? Need I remind you, we leaned pretty hard on Crowder ourselves and he didn't budge. Dewey: I know. Danny: So, what's your idea? Dewey: We grab him, put a gn to his head, tell him to hand over the money or he's a dad man. Danny: [ Chuckles ] [ Laughs ] You're a gddmn genius. You know that? [ Laughs ] [ Buzzer sounds ] Ava: When do I get to see Boyd? First things first. I'm having you released into gen pop. Boyd lined someone up to watch your back. Ava: Why does my back need watching? You're young. You're pretty. You shived a guard. So the officers... Ava: I didn't do that. You know that, right? Look, I know that you and Boyd paid me to stick headphones in my ears, but I assure you, I am a good lawyer. Ava: You got a line on the officer? He went to ground. Nobody knows where. Might have relatives out of state. We're looking into that. Ava: The way he was, he must of tried to screw others before me. We're looking into that, too. Ava: You looking into security cameras showing that I didn't do it? All the ones in that area were turned off. [ Buzzer sounds ] Ava: [ Sighs ] Boyd send a message at least? He did. Ava: Can you help me? We're closed! Well, I must say, you're about the last person I'd expect to walk in here. Dewey: Where's Boyd? Why? You want to apologize? Dewey: For what? Sending your idiot cousin over here to try and shake us down. Dewey: I didn't send him. Did you really think you could muscle Boyd Crowder? Dewey: All I think is, you don't know the things I done. You hear what happened to messer? I ain't messer. Danny: Hey. Easy up there, partner. Hey. Look right here. How you doing? Why don't you just tell us where the big boss man is? Don't suppose you're Darryl Jr., huh? 'Cause I heard he was a big son of a bitch. Danny: I'm plenty big enough for you. Think so? Danny: Yeah. [ Breathes deeply ] You get that out of a cereal box? Dewey: I told you. You got no idea what I'm capable of. Now tell us where Boyd is. You're about to step off a mighty high ledge, Dewey. Danny: Oh, don't you worry, 'cause I'll catch him. Yeah? Danny: Yeah. Well, who's gonna catch you? Danny: [ Grunting ] Dewey: What the hell are we supposed to do now? Danny: [ Panting ] Plan "B." Dewey: What the hell is plan "B"? Danny: We see how much Boyd's gonna pay for his guy. [ Knock on door ] [ Sighs ] Berto, my man. Been a long time. Yes, it has. Wynn Duffy, Boyd Crowder, this is Alberto Ruiz. Wynn: And you must be Mr. Yoon. And how do you know that? Oh, the one wonton among the tortillas? Boyd: I would have said "kimchi in the salsa." That was good. See, the Aenikkaeng were slaves from Korea brought over to Mexico to work in plantations. Boyd: I know. I've read a lot of books about slvery. Wynn: He's a history buff. And some people think that I would be offended if you point out the incongruity. Boyd: Well, I assume you want it pointed out. And why would I want that? Wynn: Because it suggests you're very good at what you do. I think Mr. Picker told you we require payment up front. Boyd: He did. But we were hoping to come to a different understanding. The hell is this, Boyd? I gave these guys my word... Wynn: We've had some bad experiences lately with the pay-up-front business model. Well, fortunately, the people I represent rely on me precisely because they know I'm not like them. I dislike beheadings, gentleman. Boyd: So do we. It's bad for business. And the fact is, the money in that bag would only buy you insurance against my employers feeling taken advantage of if anything should go wrong in our transaction, so I'm willing to proceed without it. I do want to make sure you understand that my employers would never let anything jeopardize their reputation as men not to be crossed. And if, at any point, their reputation needs to be re-established... It won't be me they send. Boyd: Well, I assume we have a deal. [ Knock on door ] Crowder! [ Lock turns ] You're moving. Pack your shit. [ Indistinct conversations ] You wanted out of that cell? Welcome to gen pop. Yeah. Ow! Yeah, pop, pop. [ Laughter ] Ava: Hey. I'm Ava. You're on top. You bring drugs in here, leave your used Maxis lying around, you and I will have a problem. Keep your area clean, keep yourself clean in every way, and we should get along famously. Questions? Ava: No. I'm Nikki, by the way. Ava: Hi, Nikki. Wendy: So, where's Crowder's guy now? Dewey: He's in a trunk. Wendy: Alive? Danny: Uh-huh. Was when he went in. Dewey: We're gonna ransom him back. Wendy: Oh, for God's sake. Don't you know you can't talk shit like that around me? Danny: Where's Darryl? [ Truck approaches ] Wendy: Oh, Jesus. Dewey: How could they know already? [ Truck doors open ] Danny: Oh, damn it. Wendy: Hell you think you're doing?! Danny: What? I ain't going away for 20 years. I got nothing to lose. I'm gonna take my sht. Wendy: No, no, no, no. Danny. We don't know yet why they're here. They can't open the trunk without a reason, same like they can't come in the house without a reason. Right? So we're not gonna give them a reason. You got it? Now, you two stay here. Stay out of sight. I'll go handle the marshal. Danny: [ Sighs ] She's like nails on a chalkboard. Wendy: Marshal! Surprised to see you here. Raylan: Guess I could say the same, since I was lead to believe you just about swore you're taking the boy to Miami. Wendy: So, to what do I owe the pleasure? Raylan: Where's Danny? Wendy: Oh! I haven't seen him since this morning? Why? Raylan: Well, Kendal's social worker... she left here last night. He followed her, ran her off the road. Now, I'm willing to concede there's a chance he did it on his own. Wendy: How about being willing to concede he didn't do it at all? Rachel: Oh, I guess he's just someone else who decided to bark like a dog. Wendy: I'm sorry. I don't think we've met. My name is Wendy. Rachel: Deputy marshal Brooks. Wendy: So, why would Danny bark? Raylan: Well, your brother's a world-class dumb-ass... no of fence... so I hesitate trying to analyze what goes on in his head. But if I had to guess, I'd say it was his way of trying to call me out. Wendy: Hmm. Well, as I said, he's not here, but I'm happy to give him the message. Raylan: Not here, huh? That's a lot of cars for just you. Wendy: You got no cause to enter our house. Raylan: Not your house. In fact, I know the fellow who owns this place. Wendy: You know what I mean. Alison saw the rental agreement. Raylan: Yeah, she told me. Wendy: Deputy, unless you show me a warrant, you best not step through that door. Raylan: You'd be surprised where all a marshal can go without a warrant. Wendy: If you're allowed to violate the fourth amendment, I would be very surprised. Raylan: If I suspect the man who owns this house is chained up the basement or, worse... given your family... cooking in a pot, I can go just about anywhere. Wendy: You want to talk to Mike? Is that gonna assuage your dark imaginings? Raylan: Sure. Bring him out. Wendy: He's not here. He's at his store. [ Indistinct conversations ] What's up? You got good timing. Just last night, it was raining like an old cow pissing on a flat rock. I'm penny. You're Ava, right? Word is, you almost klled a guard. Ava: Yeah, well, I didn't really do that. Can I give you a piece of free advice? Ava: Sure. Next time someone asks, don't say you didn't do it. Ava: So what am I supposed to say? "He wasn't the first. He won't be the last." Don't say anything. Half these bitches are snitches. And you don't want anyone getting it in her mind to test you. Look, the best way to get by around here is to be left alone. Ava: Yeah, well, I'm not sure that's up to me. Hey, penny. Patrice. How you doing? Be better once you introduce me to this little piece of white fish. Ava's no fish. She just got transferred from the Harlan lockup. Oh, I guess that means you the one that shived that hack, huh? What happened... he tried to get fresh? Guess it's hard to blame him. Mm. I do like that good hair. Shit, patrice. You got issues. That's just white-girl hair. Ava: Look, I don't want any trouble. Oh, no trouble. Nichelle here just gets kind of militant when it comes to some things. Me, I say we all the same color where it matters. [ Clears throat ] Ava: Thank you. Excuse us. Ava, I'll see you around. I'm Gretchen Swift. Boyd paid my brother, gn, to see you looked after. Ava: Well, I... aah! Ohh! Your man is a race traitor. Ava: Let go of me! Race traitors are the only thing I hate more than these black bitches. You really do got nice hair. Ava: No! Let go of me! You best stop moving, princess. You keep thrashing around, we might slice something that won't grow back. Ava: Let go of me! [ Screaming ] [ Chuckles ] Stop! Stop! Boyd: Boy leaves my bar unattended, I'm inclined to dock his pay. Check in the back. Carl? [ Cellphone ringing ] Carl? Boyd: Geist. Getting to be it makes me nervous to see your name pop up on my cellphone. You know who did it? [ Beep ] Carl ain't here. Boyd? Boyd: Ava got jumped. I thought gn's sister is looking after her? Boyd: gn's sister is the one who did it. Jimmy, I'm gonna need you to run an errand. Thank you, young man. Kendal: Ma'am. Nice day, now. You too. [ Bell jingles ] Raylan: Shouldn't you be in school? Kendal: It's a holiday. Rachel: What holiday is that? Kendal: I don't know. Some mopey, cultural bullshit... Greek new year's, Chinese easter. Raylan: Guess it's better than the last place I found you working. Kendal: Getting paid to look at half-naked girls all day? Yeah, I was miserable. Rachel: We're looking for Mike. [ Saw whirring ] Darryl: Who the hell is Mike? Raylan: Fellow who owns this store, owns the house you're living in. Darryl: You talking about Mr. Dorn or Thorn or whatever? Raylan: Wendy didn't call to warn you? Darryl: She said y'all was looking for Danny. Rachel: Well, now we're looking for Mike. Where is he? Darryl: Um, shit, I don't know. I guess he went out or something. Raylan: What do you intend to do with that saw? Darryl: Oh, you know. Saw things. Raylan: Like, saw an old man's body apart before you put it into a hole? Darryl: No. Got yourself a dark, twisted mind, don't you, Raylan? You ought to come with me. Raylan: Keep an eye on the kid. Darryl: You hear any shts, Kendal, you know what to do. Hey, man. Someone's here to see you. Hey, Raylan! What brings you down here? Raylan: I went by your house. There's a family living there. Uh, yeah. New tenants. Is there a problem? Raylan: Curious what they're doing there. Darryl: Man, we just exchanging hard-earned American dollars for a place to stay. Raylan: Be quiet. Mike? Well, the nicest girl showed up at my door... redhead. Had her little brother with her... the one working out at the counter. Claimed she had no money and living out of a car. Couldn't call myself a Christian if I didn't try to help. Raylan: What about this one and his brother, Danny, and that dog? They living in the car, too? Well, they just kind of showed up. Raylan: I want you to tell them you can't rent to them anymore. Darryl: Oh, hold up, man! You can't do that! Raylan: Be quiet, and I ain't gonna tell you again. Tell them, uh, they can't live in your house. Cabin, too? Raylan: What cabin? My hunting cabin. That was part of the deal. ♪ ♪ [ Knock on door ] gn is, uh, holed up with about a half-dozen of his htler-humpers. Seems like they're just waiting for us to circle back around. Boyd: [ Sighs ] You know I'll follow you anywhere, Boyd. But it seems to me like it won't pay to go straight at them when they're casting a shadow this much bigger than ours. I'm gonna try one more time to raise Carl. [ Cellphone ringing ] Danny: Hey, stop embarrassing yourself, chopping that wood like that. Dewey: [ Chuckles ] Yep. Carl, where in the hell you been, man? We got trouble. Dewey: Well, wouldn't you like to know. [ Breaking audio ] Carl. Carl! Dewey: What? No! No, I'm not Carl! [ Breaking audio ] What the... shit. God damn this thing! I think he said something about shoes. [ Beep ] [ Ringing ] Boyd: Hello. Dewey: Yes, so I was saying... [ Breaking audio ] Boyd: No, I can't hear you. [ Breaking audio ] Dewey: Boyd? Is that you? Boyd: Now, I'm gonna give you 30 minutes to be where you should have been 30 minutes ago. Dewey: Boyd?! Damn, this reception is for shit! [ Truck approaches ] [ Beep ] [ Ringing ] Danny! Oh, shit. [ Beep ] [ Truck doors close ] [ Tapping on glass ] You didn't tell me we was expecting guests. I would have cleaned up. Danny: Shut your mouth. Deputy. Heh. Your girl give you my message? Thing is, it's just not a good time, though. Raylan: Well, let's make it a good time. Danny: [ Groans ] Rachel: [ Grunts ] [ Chelsea barking ] Danny: Chelsea, sic 'em! Sic 'em, Chelsea! Raylan: Just so you know, it comes to it, first one that takes a bllet is this dog. Danny: Chelsea! Quiet! Rachel: Besides, beef for kidnapping... it got to be better than dying up here in this cabin. Now, who said anything about kidnapping? Rachel: Excuse me? Suppose he never kidnapped me, huh? Suppose I'm, uh, here of my volition. Rachel: Being that you're bat-up and tied to a chair? Well, Danny and I here, we never did settle on a safe word, did we? Danny: Yeah. We share some things in common. Raylan: I don't believe we've met. I'm Carl. And you're... Raylan, right? We have a friend in common. Raylan: Boyd Crowder. Little embarrassing, you happening upon us in such a state. But, seeing as how there's no criminally unbecoming activity currently going on, let's say Danny here cuts me loose and we all just go on our way, huh? Raylan: Meaning, you go loose, then you go back to Boyd, and the two of you settle up with Danny at your leisure. Something like that? Well, I'm not a fortune teller, so who can tell what the future holds? Raylan: Well, look at that. I think we may have come up with a peaceful resolution. Danny: Yeah, we have. Real peaceful. Darryl: Hell, no! That's bullshit! I ain't going nowhere! Wendy: Darryl, you know I've been on board with this whole "trying to start..." Darryl: You ain't trying to do nothing! You're trying to go back to Miami, right? Wendy: We have got to face the facts! The house is gone. Danny's probably on his way to jail as we speak. Let's just cut our losses now and go before that marshal grabs Kendal again. Kentucky is over for us, Darryl. The only one doesn't seem to know that is you. I mean, why do you think Jean Baptiste... Darryl: Man, forget him! All right, he's soft! Wendy: No, he could see the writing on the wall. Darryl: Wendy, I ain't going nowhere! You hear me?! I've been busting my ass trying to keep this family together. Wendy: What, and I haven't been?! If it wasn't for me, Kendal would be in a foster home right now. Darryl: Shit, Danny. Marshals did that to you? Danny: How do you guys know about the marshals? Darryl: He told me. Dewey: Yeah, I went to get help, but I got lost in the woods. Darryl: They got Crowder's guy, also? Danny: Oh, yeah. Yeah. I-I-I-it's all right. Yeah. Carl said that he ain't gonna press charges. He said we were up there doing some sex thing. And it was, uh... it was consens... con... it was, uh, c-consexual. Darryl: Man, that's good for the law, but what you think Crowder's gonna do, huh? You almost started a wr, man. You a problem, man! You know that? Yeah, why you have to run that lady off the road?! Danny: Oh, here we go. You gonna blame it on me?! Is that it?! You gonna blame it on me?! Wendy: Hey! Stop it! Boyd: Family and disfunction go together like peanut butter and chocolate. I come in peace. Him, not so much. Darryl: What you want? Boyd: I just figured it's time we had a chat... try to de-escalate. Dewey: Well, it don't matter no more, Boyd. They're leaving. Boyd: Well, I hate to hear that, because I was thinking we might be the answer to each other's prayers. Darryl: Is that right? You gonna give me that money I talked to you about? Boyd: Oh, no. But, because I believe in capitalism, I'll give you an opportunity to earn some. I've got a job that needs doing. Dewey: Don't trust him, cousin Darryl. He's gonna screw you over like he did to me. Boyd: Shut up, Dewey, and sit down. As I was saying... both: What's the job? [ Thudding ] [ Panting ] [ Thudding stops ] I warned you Gretchen had a bad attitude. Now, you know race treason is a serious crime, Boyd. Needed paying for. Boyd: Well, then, I guess I'm here for my refund. You always had a pair of balls on you, Boyd. But walking in here, all alone? Hell, you couldn't take me one-on-one. You gonna take on one-on-six? Boyd: [ Whistles ] One lesson you could never understand is "why make an enemy when you can make a friend?" Now, I want you to meet my new friend, Darryl Crowe, Jr. [ Grunts ] Danny: Oh, yeah! Nail him! Come on, Darryl! Get him good! Get him, Darryl! Come on, boy! Get him, boy! Yeah, get him good! Come on, Darryl! Boyd: That's good. [ Chokes ] Boyd: Now, gn, I know it's gonna be real unpleasant for you to talk for a little while. But you need to let your sister know that if anything else happens to my woman... if she cuts her leg shaving... I'm gonna take it out on you a hundredfold. Now, Carl, get my gddmn money. [ Snoring ] Ava: Nikki. What the hell? Ava: I need your razor. What razor? Ava: The one you have in your mattress. You going after Gretchen? That's crazy. Ava: I just need it for a second. I'll give you commissary for a week. A month. Ava: Fine. You get caught with this, you're on your own. Boyd: Mr. Dunham! You're a hard man to get a hold of. Sorry about that. Been a little busy down here lately. Boyd: Oh, is that all? I was starting to worry you'd rethought some of the bllet points of our deal. No, it ain't nothing like that. I got my boys scooping up your cousin as we speak. Boyd: Well, in that case, no apologies necessary. You thought about how you want to deliver him? I figured we bring him down with us when we meet you in nuevo laredo. You can have your time with him there and bury him in the desert before we cross back over. Boyd: Well, I look forward to hanging up my piñata. Now, Rodney, it's important that our business down there goes nice and smooth. The people we're dealing with don't strike me as the type that go in for drama. You remember that day in the Bennett's barn... you and me was buying weed from Dickie? Be just that smooth. Boyd: Well, that's good to hear. I'll see you the day after tomorrow in Mexico. Don't forget to pack your sunscreen. So, what did he say? Boyd: He said it would go as smooth as the last time we did business together. That's good, right? Boyd: Last time we did business together, I robbed him. Rachel: [ Sighs ] You wanted to kick Danny Crowe's ass, though, right? Raylan: Well, there's a certain satisfaction seeing you pop him in the nose. Rachel: [ Chuckles ] Feeling cheated it wasn't you? Raylan: You mean, you feel cheated? Rachel: Me? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Rachel: I'm glad it went how it went. Raylan: Is that a fact? Rachel: What are you implying? Raylan: You wanted me to come off the leash so you could call me to heel. That's why you came along, right? Report back to the boss that the chronic-problem deputy was kept in check by the office kiss-ass? Rachel: You might see it that way... Raylan: Mm. Rachel: If you were a son of a bitch. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Rachel: The other way you could see it is that, after all we've been through, the trust we've built, I came with you in case you opened up a crack and wanted to talk about how bad you could have messed up that Art has a swole fist and you got a black eye. Raylan: [ Inhales deeply ] You're not a kiss-ass. I'm sorry I said that. You know I think the world of you, and I trust you with my life. But, Rachel, I ain't saying a gddmn thing about me and art. Rachel: 'Cause if you did, it would drive the whole office into a shit storm of biblical proportion. Isn't that right? [ Breathes deeply ] Alison: I asked you not to go down there and stir the pot. Raylan: If anything, I just sniffed the pot. Got a sense of what's cooking. To tell you the truth, I didn't have to kick Danny Crowe's ass on your behalf. Those animals are gonna rip each other apart soon enough. Alison: Well, steer clear if that's the case. You wanted to. It bugs you that you didn't. Raylan: Kick his ass? Would have had a certain satisfaction. Alison: Is that who you are, Raylan? An old-time American hero? Raylan: Just guy that does a job. Alison: Tough job, fist-fighting bad guys all day long. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] ♪ ♪ I got this from my chief. Long story, gist of which is I'm no hero. Alison: Well, then, who are you? Raylan: What? Alison: Who are you, really? The guy whose chief punches him in the eye? That runs off to defend the honor of a lady? A guy that has a lady and the ex and the baby daughter all stashed out of state? Raylan: I guess so. What's your point? Alison: You are a hero, Raylan. I met enough I.E.O.S to know. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Alison: I can tell you're a man that would run into a burning building without blinking an eye. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Alison: Thing is, I... I think you're the one setting the fre. Wendy: Well, you just can't get enough of us, can you? Boyd: Well, my mama was a redhead. Let's just say I have an affinity. Wendy: Uh-huh. Boyd: You interested in growing that stack? Wendy: Why, you gonna offer to help us invest it or something? Boyd: I got another job I need done. Now, I understand that you are a lawyer. Darryl: Man, she ain't no lawyer. Boyd: Well, whatever you are, I'm gonna cue the part of the conversation you don't want to hear so that you can go on pretending you don't know what your family does for a living. Darryl: [ Exhales deeply ] Man, you something else, Boyd. I assume this next job ain't gonna be as fun as whupping on a bunch of skinheads, am I right? Boyd: Well, that depends on your definition of "fun," Darryl Crowe, Jr. I want you to help me k*ll my cousin Johnny.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x06 - k*ll The Messenger"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Just got transferred from the Harlan lockup. I'm Gretchen Swift. Ava: Ohh! You know, there's a rumor going around that a federal lawman was instrumental in the death of Nicky Augustine. Art: No shit. Raylan: It wasn't Barkley. And I can tell you that for a fact. Raylan: [ Groans ] Kendal: Couldn't wait to see me again, huh? Wendy: Let Ms. Brander do her job. Kendal: Talking to me is her job. Who else's wellness is she here to check on? Wendy: How long have you been going with that marshal? I have an eye for that sort of thing. [ Tires screeching ] Danny: [ Barking ] [ Door beeping ] [ Laughing ] Girl give you my message? [ Groans ] Boyd's got another shipment coming in. He's striking up a connection with the Mexicans. Well, shit. Boyd: I come in peace. Darryl: What you want? Boyd: I've got a job that needs doing. Both: What's the job? [ gn cocks ] ♪ Kendal: Hey, where y'all going? Danny: Nowhere. Darryl: Gonna make some money. You in charge while we gone. You up to it, right, little man? Danny: 'Course he's up to it. He's a man now, ain't he? Look after Chelsea while I'm gone. Darryl: You all right? Seem a little off the last few days. Kendal: No, I'm good. I'll take care of everything. Darryl: All right. Let me know. [ Indistinct conversations ] Five minutes left. Ava: I know. See, I know my guy ain't coming. In the beginning, they visit all the time. Then there's work emergencies, sick relatives. Last week, my guy had a "flat tire." That's why you ought to rely on the heavenly mother. She doesn't ever forget about you, leave you waiting. Ava: I'm not interested in religion, Penny. You interested in staying alive? Darryl: Ain't nobody here, man. Shh! Keep it down. Darryl: Hey, don't be shushing at me, man. Is you crazy? Boyd: Talk as loud as you want. Johnny ain't here. He's probably crossing the border as we speak. Shit. What do you want to do? Boyd: I'm gonna do what I was always gonna do. I'm gonna book a one-way ticket to Mexico and bring back my 25 kilos of heroin. So what about them? ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ You try to bogard ♪ ♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: [ Sighs ] Hey, Raylan. Heading to the cafeteria. You want something? Raylan: I'm good. You sure? They make these tasty little breakfast sandwiches. Raylan: Stick with coffee, thanks. Suit yourself. Which one of you do I talk to about my money? Like reward money? Deputy Givens handles walk-ins. Raylan: What's that? As per the chief. Excuse me, sir? Raylan: Can you just hold up a sec? 7:00 in the morning. Sorry. I thought you knew. Art's got you handling walk-ins now. That's why you're coming in so early. I really thought he told you. Raylan: It's all right. I'm good. Have a seat, mister, uh... Salmeron. Larry Salmeron. Raylan: So... Reward money. Backgammon money. Raylan: Backgammon money. Nearly $250,000 you people took from me. Raylan: Backgammon money. Have you heard of falafel, marshal? Raylan: Never cared much for it. Always found it kind of like a cut-rate hush puppy. Mr. Falafel is a backgammon player. Raylan: Oh. They have written about the man in magazines, and you could see for yourself if reading is something you enjoy. Now, I believe I rival Mr. Falafel in my online backgammon winnings... winnings which you and your colleagues took when you shut down my website of choice. Raylan: [ Clicks pen ] Can't say I recall having seized a website recently. You people arrested Charles Monroe, did you not? Seized his assets ...Raylan: Hold up. Monroe? How's Charles Monroe connect to this? He's the one that owned the site. Am I making sense to you yet, marshal? Are you connecting the dots? Raylan: What's the website? K-y-backgammon. Kentucky owned and operated. And Monroe had a local I.T. Genius working for... Raylan: Well... There you are. Yes, as I said, you've seized the site and taken my money. Raylan: No, see... There's two l's in "Marshall." Someone's screwing with you, Larry. Pretty sure if we took the site, we'd spell our name right. Well... Impersonating a federal agency is a crime. Probably an FBI thing. Tell you what... or you could just leave. Rachel: So you just let him walk out? Raylan: Should have chased him down, I guess. Maybe winged him in the leg, give us a blood trail to track him by. Rachel: Money in that site belongs to the marshals service. Been nice if you could have brought him in for a word. Raylan: Considering I found out I was covering walk-ins from Nelson while in the middle of a walk-in, I think I comported myself admirably. Rachel: Tim, did you not tell Raylan he was on walk-ins? Tim: Raylan, you're on walk-ins. Rachel: [ Sighs ] Per the chief. [ Cellphone rings ] Tim: So, Monroe has this genius, T.J., who apparently lacks the wherewithal to run a spell-check, operating the site for him. T.C. Tim: T.C., T.J., AC/DC. Whatever. What we think is, he cleaned out the cash, puts up a fake marshal site, and rides off into the nerd sunset. Raylan: So my walk-in wasn't entirely full of shit. I'll run him down, see if I can get more details. Rachel: Unh-unh. You already rubbed him the wrong way once. Better you go after this T.C. Guy and get his story. Raylan: You sure you can trust me with that? I mean, what happens if there's another walk-in? Rachel: Well, given your track record so far, I can't imagine we'll fare too much worse. Tim: Does this mean it's me and the backgammon dude? I'm just saying I'm more of a cribbage guy, is all. Rachel: Get it done. Tim: Yes, ma'am. [ Fighters grunting ] You gonna pay attention? Feel like I'm playing against myself here. Don't need to. I'm playing a girl. [ Fighters screaming ] [ Fighters grunting ] Shit! Might as well be playing a 4-year-old Romanian orphan. Shithead. Careful! That's a pro series! It's worth more than you are! [ Knock on door ] What the hell? Oh, new client. Get the door. Don't you got enough going on already? Well, they said it's an emergency, and they're paying through the nose. Now get the damn door. [ Knock on door ] [ Keyboard clacking ] Hey, there. T.C. In? Damn it, Candace. C-come on in. You Kemp? Yeah. She do the website making with you? No, I do the programming. She makes the sandwiches. Now, what can I help you with? Denial of service attck? Denial of what? I-I... you better speak to Larry. I don't speak nerd. Are you the Mr. Fleming that ran K-Y-Backgammon for Charles Monroe? Looky here... he's going for a taser. Can you believe that? [ Chuckles ] I will aim to use words of one syllable, the word "syllable" not withstanding. You shut down that site, and you took my money. I want my money. Federal government did that, man. But they didn't. Now, my friend here specializes in making people pay their debts. I learned that the hard way three years ago. So, my advice is pay up now before, as you and your cohorts might say, "shit gets hairy up in here." Like I said, the feds took it. "Thug life," huh? [ gn cocks ] [ Gasps ] Now, this... Will probably take that arm clean off. [ Panting ] He... he took it. He took the money. God damn it, Candace. She's the smart one. Money's all just ones and zeroes right now, okay? Look, it ain't like I just got it laying around here. Now, you guys do what you want, but you start beating on us, you ain't never gonna see a dollar of that cash. All right. But the thing is, I've been recording this conversation on my phone and will now be calling the police, who will hear your confession. They will get me my $250,000 while you get anally rped in prison. $250,000? You only gonna pay me $5,000? A deal is a deal, Mr. Kemp. Remember, I've got you on tape thrat that girl a minute ago. Aah! [ Gasps ] [ Panting ] Quarter mil, huh? We're asking your forgiveness that, in our misery, we have desecrated ourselves with booze or drugs or volence or men, looking for something that was right here all the time. O heavenly mother, our mama, you hear us when we say it... Amen! All: Amen! Amen. [ Buzzer ] You got any cigarettes? Ava: If I had any, I'd be smoking 'em. I'm Ava. I know who you are. Penny's been trying to witness since you got here. You wouldn't give her the time of day. Ava: Never really had any use for religion. 'Course not. Girl with your looks gets along just fine out there without giving any thought to her soul. Ava: But I ain't out there anymore. No. [ Exhales ] Missy, you are not. Ava: I've been listening to you talk. There's a lot of sense in it. You think I don't know why you're all of a sudden batting your eyes at me? You want protection, sanctuary. Keep these bitches from stomping you and cutting you and [Chuckles] worse. Ava: So what if I do? At least you're honest. What I preach in here, what I say in my prayers, I mean. You don't really seem to me like you're ready to hear about that just yet. Ava: I am willing to... no, no, no, that's okay. I get it. [ Sighs ] But this ain't the '70s, when the moonies and Jesus freaks got a pass. The reason we don't get jacked with is... We're the ones bringing in the drugs. Ava: Oh. Now, I don't hold with 'em, and don't none of us use 'em, but we do provide. That's why they leave us alone. You up for that? Ava: What do I have to do? Got some coming in today. Penny'll show you. Ava: I got to think it's dangerous. Only reason you offering me the job. It's got its downside. Like I said, Penny'll show you the ropes. Or you can go back to staring at a door, waiting on a man to save you. Somebody get me a cigarette. Johnny: You get anything on Hot Rod's bank account? Nah, the old-timer's still claiming we already got it all. Johnny: Yeah, well, he's lying out his ass, no doubt. I'll be back tomorrow, and we'll get him talking. Look, man, you already know if there's something to get, we gonna get it. I don't have no problem pulling a few teeth. So, how's Mexico? All the señoritas and tacos and shit? Johnny: It's dirty. Hey, what's up, man? You got something you need to tell Crowder? I'm driving. Johnny: Jay? What you mean you driving? You get me carsick. Johnny: Jay, I got to go. Where's Mr. Crowder? Johnny: Well, I'm Mr. Crowder... a different Mr. Crowder. Boyd sent you? Johnny: Actually, I'm here to outbid Boyd. I have something I'd like to discuss with Mr. Yoon personally. You think you can arrange that? You have the cash on you? Johnny: First I see Mr. Yoon, and then you see the cash. All right. Get in. Unh-unh-unh. Just you. The price of admission. Alison: Ms. Crowe? Wendy: Hi. Alison: Did you need to see me? Wendy: Let me ask you something. What kind of moves work best on Raylan? Alison: Excuse me? Wendy: I was just wondering... What kind of things get his motor... Going, you know? Alison: Are you joking right now? 'Cause if you're not, I-I got to say, you sound like you just stepped out of a bad country song, "I've got to come take my man." Wendy: Funny thing, though. Those are the songs that just get stuck in your head... "ear worms," I think is what they call them. Alison: Okay, so you're serious, then? Well, let me tell you... I don't foresee you learning anything more intimate about Raylan than you already have. Sorry you wasted your time coming all the way up from Harlan just to give me shit. Wendy: Oh, I didn't come up here to talk to you, Alison. I-I came to talk to your boss. Apologies for the precautions. Mr. Yoon loves this place, does everything he can to keep its location a secret. Boyd: No apologies necessary, Alberto. After all, a man's home is his castle. We'll return your firearm once we have conducted our business. Boyd: And here I thought we were all friends. That's what we thought. He'll be with you shortly. Boyd: Well, look at you. Even vultures can fly South for the winter. Johnny: How was Memphis? Boyd: Well, I'm afraid we weren't there long enough to enjoy it. Johnny: You want to tell me just how it was Hot Rod tipped you off? Boyd: Some questions don't get answered till the afterlife. Good news is, you'll find out soon enough. Johnny: [ Chuckles ] How much money you got in that bag, Boyd? $700,000? $800,000? [ Clicks tongue ] I am not the one in trouble here. In all my years of doing business, this is a first. And I don't mean that in a good way. Boyd: Uh, Mr. Yoon, uh, I want to apologize for this unfortunate set of circumstances. Now, if you will give me five minutes alone with this piece of shit, I will eliminate this bump in our road and get us back on easy street. Your cousin here claims he has vast resources at his disposal... to the tune of almost $40,000 a kilo. Boyd: Why, cousin Johnny, I don't see a briefcase anywhere. You got $1 million shoved up your ass? He says he can have it here with a simple phone call. Boyd: Mr. Yoon, if I hear a deal is too good to be true, more often than not, it's too good to be true. Johnny: It's not just the heroin, Boyd. No, I'm spending my money on something else. Boyd: Oh, yeah? What, is he gonna give you a reach-around? [ Chuckles ] Johnny: I'm buying your life. Boyd: Mr. Yoon, we had a deal. Now, I understand your Mexican cartels have a reputation, but let me tell you something... so do the rednecks in Kentucky. Well, I'm willing to take that risk. But until that briefcase arrives, I won't be taking any. Now, if his money is good, I'm going with him. If he can't deliver, then I'll take yours. How long is this liable to take? The money's in Bitcoins. I was moving it around online, you know? Covering the trail. That is not an answer, dot-com. [ Sighs ] Six hours, maybe eight, before I can turn it into cash. Why? 'Cause there's something looks like a cop just pulled up outside. You any ideas? Maybe your pal's call got through. Maybe you ought to go. All right, thanks for the tip. Come on. Get up. Get up! [ Panting ] Now, you get rid of that cop, and you call me when you got the money. I'm gonna give you eight hours before I start blwing pieces off this girl. That's being generous. [ Door opens ] Go on. Raylan: [ Sighs ] How y'all doing? What's that? Raylan: Just said, "how you doing?" I know you? Raylan: I'm deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. Well, I'm Dr. Richard Kimble. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] So, you're all doing okay, then? Yeah. We're... we're just running a little late, so if you don't mind... Raylan: Have a good one. Yeah, you, too. Keep doing the lord's work. [ Lock clicks ] Raylan: T.C. Fleming? Yeah? Raylan: Deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. I want to ask you a few questions. Yeah, I'm real busy. Raylan: You didn't ask about what. How about I just come down to your office tomorrow? Raylan: How about I come in now... we talk about it? What, are you just gonna come in like that? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Okay, dude, whatever. Raylan: Seem a bit jumpy. Got anything to do with that asshle I just ran into downstairs? Work emergency. About to become a civil-rights emergency, you just coming in here uninvited. You want to do a body-cavity search while you're at it? Raylan: I want to ask you about the website you ran for Charles Monroe. But now I'm thinking maybe you ought to come with me. Hey! [ Door slams ] Holy shit! Wow. Well, shit. Tim: Wait a minute. How many legs this guy have, again? Raylan: Just the one. Plus the prosthetic he took with. Tim: When he jumped out the window, thus escaping the scene of a mrder. Raylan: He was surprisingly fleet. Tim: Huh. Rachel: What about the guy from the stairs? Raylan: What about him? Rachel: You think he was involved? Raylan: Sure. Why not? Tim: Between the one-legged evaporating computer nerd and the walk-in this morning, you're on fre today. Raylan: How is it art's not in here giving me shit on this? Hard for me to fathom his passing the opportunity. Shutdown notice isn't on the site anymore. Fleming replaced it with a link to his blog... a big, bold post about how he just made this marshal his bitch. Raylan: I'll find him. Rachel: No. Tim and I'll go after Hopalong. You see if you can run down the asshle from the stairwell. Raylan: Guy threw his leg out the window, jumped out, and then slid down a light pole, and then gave me the bird. Come on. I love this guy. Let me catch him. Rachel: Not this time, Raylan. Raylan: Is this "per the chief"? Rachel: What do you think? Tim: Catch up with your boy, we'll give you a call before we bust down the door. Raylan: Sure, I'll be right here on the edge of my seat. Hey, uh... uh... Chris, right? Yeah. Raylan: Is there any way to put a reply on T.C.'s blog? God, no. Technology to reply to a post is decades away. [ Cellphone buzzing ] Raylan: Hello, Alison. Suspended? Why? Wendy Crowe? Thought they'd be gone by now. Boyd: So, you really got all that money? Johnny: You best believe it. Boyd: Well, I guess old hot rod must be in quite a state. Johnny: Hmm. He's seen better days. That's it? That's all you got to say? Not gonna use that silver tongue of yours, try and talk your way out of this? Boyd: A wise man once said, "what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun." Life we chose only ends one way. I been at peace with that for a very long time now. Johnny: Well, just so long as you know, I'm the man bringing you that peace. [ Chuckles ] Boyd: Well, I remember when you used to bring me a six-pack of beer. Things weren't always this ugly between us, Johnny. Johnny: I guess we remember things different. Boyd: Well, what about Jenna Wright? Huh? I remember you crushing on her pretty hard in high school, and I went out of my way to set that up. Johnny: [ Chuckles dryly ] Yeah, you did. And then you slept with her. Boyd: Huh. Well, it wasn't my fault you could only get to first base. Johnny: You only gave me two weeks. Boyd: Well, like I said, it wasn't my fault you could only get to first base. Johnny: Well, then, I will be sure to wait two weeks before I play ball with your beautiful fiancée. Boyd: Well, I guess there's something to be said for keeping it in the family. [ Vehicle approaches ] Guess we are going with you. [ Knfe clicks ] Johnny: [ Sighs ] He is yours to do with as you please, as long as he is not klled on this side of the border. Johnny: I understand. I cannot stress that last part enough. dad Americans in Mexico creates a problem for us. [ Breathes deeply ] I'm sorry things did not work out. Boyd: Not as sorry as I am. Alison: Woman looked up every court case my name appeared in, mapping out a "pattern of misconduct." And then she pulled out some chickenshit pot arrest from five years back... got overturned. Then there's you. Raylan: Me? Alison: It doesn't look good, you and me, especially after you went down there and punched Danny Crowe in the face. Raylan: That was Rachel. That was not me. Alison: Well, then you should call my boss and let her know. I'm sure that'll make all the difference. Raylan: Two weeks, huh? Alison: Yeah. Raylan: I could use two weeks off. Alison: That's funny. Raylan: Gives me plenty of time to make it up to you. Alison: Sure. Excuse me. Would you close us out? Sure. Alison: Thank you. I'm seeing some friends. Want to try and cheer me up. Raylan: How about I just come over with a bottle of blanton's and cheer you up the old-fashioned way? What? Alison: She said she was gonna alienate your affection by working her feminine wiles. Raylan: I'd like to see her try. Alison: [ Chuckling ] Meaning she doesn't have a hope in hell or you would like to see her try? Raylan: Not my type. Alison: Criminal family, tramp stamp... I thought that was exactly your type. Raylan: Tramp stamp? Alison: [ Scoffs ] Uh, Mr. Givens, I'm sorry, but your card was declined. Raylan: Oh, that's odd. Uh, the message on the screen said to destroy it. Raylan: I'm a deputy U.S. marshal. I can promise you it ain't stolen. I'm afraid I'm still gonna have to destroy it. Raylan: Yet you brought it back to the table anyway? And I still need payment for the drinks. Alison: Here. Thank you. Raylan: I'll pay you back. Alison: Mm-hmm. Raylan: So... [ Cellphone buzzing ] Alison: You should probably get that. It might be the credit-card company or... Someone with a tramp stamp you never noticed. Raylan: Givens. You having trouble with your card at the... Midnight Star saloon, deputy dipshit? Raylan: How's it going, T.C.? How's life as a fugitive? I just hope you're on a date. How's it feel... look like a chump twice in one day? Raylan: How'd you get my number? Man, I've been phone phreaking since I was 14. Raylan: I don't know what that is, but I'm guessing it means you weren't getting laid much. I just drained every one of your bank accounts, asshle. Now, you want that money back, you stop screwing up my life. It ain't like you're ever gonna catch me, anyway. Raylan: Are you kidding? We got a special squad for chasing guys like you. Deputies all missing limbs... make it fair. Yeah, you're giving up already, though, huh? At that bar, having a beer. Ooh, several beers. You an alcoholic, deputy? Raylan: I told you I was gonna get you tomorrow. I'll make it tonight if you'd like. Well, come and get me. Tim: Phone call you received was made over the Internet, and apparently the guy's using Wi-Fi from the hotel he's at. Raylan: Kind of stupid of him, ain't it? Tim: The guy's got skill enough to empty your bank account at will. He wasn't stupid, he'd be Steve jobs, right? Anyway, Chris traced it back to his room. Am I done? Tim: Fugitive task force is on its way. Raylan: Tell them not to do shit until I get there. Told T.C. I was gonna get him tonight. It's gonna be me coming through that door. Kendal: Hey, Wendy. Wendy: Hey, what's up? Kendal: I need to talk to you about something. Wendy: Look, I know I just got back, but it turns out I have to make a u-turn, head back up to Lexington, and fast. Is it important? Kendal: No. Wendy: All right. We'll talk later. Kendal: Get your damn hands off that bottle. There wasn't nobody here. What am I 'posed to do? Kendal: Man, go get a hand job or something. I'll get you in a minute. [ Sighs ] [ Cellphone ringing ] Yeah? Kendal: Hey, Uncle Jack? It's Kendal. And don't say, "Kendal who?" That joke ain't been funny since I was 6. How are you, kiddo? Kendal: I'm good... I guess. I was wondering where you were living now. Anywhere near Kentucky? [ Shower runs, stops ] This is Ava. She's gonna be taking over for me, starting next week. Wow! Milam met you yet? What am I, dog shit? [ Chuckles ] No, Penny. No, you're just... you know, meeting someone new. Ava: It's a pleasure to meet you, Rhyner. And so professional. Hey, Rhynes. You didn't have to do that. [ Chuckles ] Yeah, I know. You're, uh... you're Ava Crowder, right? Ava: Yep. Yeah, I been seeing you around. Looking forward to working with you. [ Chuckles ] All right, Penny, guess this is that farewell lap. You can go ahead and take the stuff to Judith. I'll be right behind you. He doesn't take long. Ava: Hey. This is every time? Don't worry. He's a nice guy. It's real big, but you'll get used to it. All right. Here you go, Ava. You sure you can't, uh, stay for a little bit? Ava: Yeah. I got to run. All right, then. [ Sighs ] [ Moaning in distance ] Too bad you had to make the trip out to... I never been on a sailboat. Uh, motorboats, uh, rowboats, sure, no problem. But I figured, "hey, how hard could it be?" How about you? You... you like the ocean? No, I think it's lame. 'Cause you've never been. I was born in Virginia beach. Yeah. Maybe we ought to swing by there and see your parents. You can introduce them to your new boyfriend. He got all his parts. [ Knock on door ] Speak of the devil. Tim: U.S. marshals! Got to do me like that for, man? Raylan: Where's Fleming? How the hell should I know? Raylan: He made a call from this room. Well, he ain't here. Raylan: Shit. He's the only reason I came. Tim: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I heard you the first time. Okay. You ever notice Chris is kind of a dick? All right. Well, he says T.C. Fleming hacked the phone system, made it look like the call came from here. He could be anywhere. Raylan: Told me he was "phone phreaking" since he was 14. Tim: Sounds like a real winner. Raylan: He do that to your arm, or are you gonna tell me the big, ugly guy there did it? Don't hear me complaining. Tim: You ain't tired of getting knocked around? [ Scoffs ] Shit, no. I give as good as I get. But I will tell you where he is. See, time to time, I do coding for T.C., proof his html. I'm pretty good. This guy Kemp comes in with a shitty attitude, T.C. Tells him I make the sandwiches. Mm-hmm. That's when I decided he was an asshle. [ Character grunting ] [ Keys jingle ] [ Lock clicks ] [ Sighs ] God damn it. Grandma, I told you! Raylan: Surprised you picked a basement to hide out in. Got no window to jump out of. [ Sighs ] That bitch. Tim: Well, if you're talking about grandma, she's actually kind of a hard-ass. Told us she hadn't seen you in weeks. Raylan: It was Candace that gave you up. Let's go. Up you go. No, no, no. We're gonna hold on to that. This could be used as a wapon. [ Sighs ] I can't believe she gave me up. I did send y'all to her rescue. Raylan: Said you disrespected her computer skills. What skills? She's a shitty coder. Raylan: How'd you lose your leg? Cancer when I was 14. How much time you think I'm looking at here? Raylan: I don't sentence you. I just take you to jail. Man, I should have just run off with that money as soon as I had it. Raylan: You already went on a shopping spree, judging by your place. What, you mean all the tvs and shit? Raylan: Uh-huh. No, I won all that stuff, man. Raylan: "Price is right"? I'm caller number seven. Raylan: What? You know, radio stations that give shit away, and they're like, "caller number seven wins a TV" or "caller nine gets a car." Well, I'm always caller number seven. Raylan: The "phone phreaking" thing, huh? Hey, you know, I'm gonna get you all your money back. I'm gonna fix all your credit cards as soon as they let me get to a computer. Raylan: You think I'm gonna put a good word in for you, you get me back what's already mine? Well, I don't know. Hey, what if I teach you how to be caller number seven? Raylan: Money's in the evidence locker, and they're looking at that guy Kemp for the mrder. Rachel: Great. [ Inhales deeply ] Art wanted me to tell you... uh, that thing with Darryl Crowe's parole isn't gonna happen. The sister complained to the judge down in Florida. Judge reiterated that Darryl's legally free to move as he pleases. Art: Don't feel like you have to knock or anything. Raylan: You want me to go back out and knock? Art: No, you're here now. Did you get your guy? Raylan: You know I got my guy. Art: Well, good. I guess we're done, then. Nice talking to you. Raylan: Art... Art: What? [ Sighs ] Raylan: Is this the way it's gonna be now? Now until you retire, I'm gonna be on shit duty, getting my orders "per the chief," instead of hearing them from you? Art: What if it is? Raylan: Then I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't need this shit. Put me on walk-ins? Come on, Art. Art: Raylan, if you don't like the way I'm running things, you can always quit. Raylan: Bullshit. I ain't gonna quit. Art: Well... Raylan: You're gonna get back to treating me like a deputy. Art: [ Scoffs ] Raylan: Or transfer me. Art: Okay. I'll call Dan tomorrow, see if he's got a spot for you. Raylan: Oh, I didn't mean Florida. I meant anywhere... anywhere that gets me out of this bullshit. Art: [ Inhales deeply ] [ Exhales deeply ] Raylan: Sooner the better. Art: Okay. Well, I got one or two things preceding that on my shit-to-do list, so you'll forgive me if I don't process this right now, while you're standing here in my office, uninvited. Raylan: I got some vacation time. Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna go down to Florida, see my kid. When I get back... One or the other. Art: Going to see your kid, huh? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Art: Going on your own dime this time? Raylan: No, chief. I won it on a radio contest. Art: [ Sighs ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Plumber got caught with drugs on his way out. Ava: Shit. "Shit" is right. Keep it to yourself. Once word gets out, girls find the heroin's dried up, might get ugly. Ava: What if I can keep it from drying up? That change the equation at all? You saying you can get heroin? Ava: That's what I'm saying. Look here. Girl bit me, took out a chunk. I knocked four of her teeth out after that. Got this one from an Aryan. Toothbrush shiv. Not your friend Gretchen... before her time. Quarter inch deeper, and I'd be dad. I'm too old to live this life again, and you sure as hell ain't cut out for it. Ava: I got a few scars of my own. You say you can get the dope... You better be right. Just remember, the hardest part ain't getting the drugs. It's getting them inside. And maybe it's a coincidence... Rhyner gets busted the day I introduce the two of you. I hope to God almighty you didn't risk all our lives to keep from having to screw a guard. You really can get the dope... I might have a way to get it in. Ava: [ Exhales shakily ] Raylan: Aren't you tired of cleaning up Darryl's messes? Wendy: Well, we're family. Raylan: I've been thinking family loyalty probably don't go so far with you Crowes. Wendy: That right? That's why you think I drove all the way up here from Miami, left my life, to go get back my little brother after you snatched him up? Raylan: You cared so much about Kendal, he'd be back in Miami with you right now. Wendy: Just like how you're down in Florida with your little girl right now, you mean? Raylan: Know I've got a kid, huh? Wendy: Yeah. I've looked into you. Raylan: And I've looked into you, too. You've been registered at some third-tier law school since the early part of this century, never quite able to complete. I'm assuming that's 'cause Darryl keeps dragging you back into his shit. Wendy: Wow. I have to admit... I find your blatant abuse of government privilege incredibly sexy. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Wendy: [ Chuckles ] Raylan: Help me get Darryl. He's in jail, means he's not in Miami, messing up your life. You can finally finish law school. Wendy: Mm. You really think I'd betray my family, huh? Raylan: Sometimes it's best to cut the anchor loose, save yourself. Hell, Darryl knows that better than anyone... why he klled Dilly. Wendy: He what, now? Raylan: Well, what'd Darryl tell you? He's living in a nice home at some farm somewhere? Anyway... Wendy: What, so that's your offer, huh? Raylan: That's my offer. Wendy: Now, is that your final offer, or would you like to keep negotiating? Raylan: [ Sighs ] Wendy: 'Cause I've got a table and two chairs up in my room... booze, too, if you need it. Raylan: You don't have to decide right away. Take a week or two. Think about it. Oh, and could you get the tab? Having trouble with my card. [ Engine shuts off ] Johnny: Here we go! Hey, big "D." You boys want to do the honors? I can show my cousin what he lost. Get 'em! Get back! Get down! Go! Get down! Don't look at me! Get your head down! Don't you look at me! Get down! Get down! Don't look up! Johnny: God damn. You was in on this the whole time. Boyd: Well, it turns out some people still give a shit about what kind of person they do business with. Johnny: Why didn't you just kll me? Boyd: Because we wanted to make sure we had your money, and like the man said, no bodies drop in Mexico. Johnny: [ Groans ] Boyd: Now, the rest of you are welcome to go back to our original agreement. You get this product back in the U.S. You go back to working for Hot Rod. How does that sound right about now? I think we're good with that. Johnny: I'm guessing that don't apply to me. Boyd: No, cousin, it does not. You know, what you could never understand is that some men lead and some men follow, and when you can't lead and you refuse to follow, you die alone in the desert... just not this desert. Now put this piece of shit in the back of that truck. Yep. Danny: Don't do it! Boyd: No! No! No! No! No! What the hell are you doing?! Danny: He pulled on me! Darryl: Why did you do that?! Danny: I didn't have a choice! Johnny: [ Laughs ] Good luck getting that shit out of Mexico. Boyd: [ Breathing heavily ] [ Sighs ] Danny: Boyd, I didn't have a choice. Boyd: Don't you say another gdd*mn word. Tell Mr. Yoon we have a problem.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x07 - Raw Deal"}	foreverdreaming
Danny: God damn it. Dewey: What? Danny: Dewey, you ever think about wearing deodorant? Dewey: You saying I stink? Danny: All I'm saying is, you can't smell that, you best go get your nose checked. You girls ready? Danny: I'm about ready to kick your ass. Let's go. All right. We're done here. It's like we discussed... wait 30 minutes, then head out. Stay off the highways. No speeding... Danny: Drinking, sex after midnight. You get lit up, you're just an employee of the hr towing company. You don't know shit about that cargo. Danny: Yeah, I got it, sweet tits. Yeah, well, you better. Now, where in the hell do you think you're going? Nah, I ain't smelling your ass all the way back to Kentucky. He's your kin. You ride with him. Don't screw this up. [ Engine turns over ] Danny: Told you. Carl's on his way. The boys ain't far behind. Darryl: Yes, sir. I told you they'd handle this shit. It's gonna be a good-ass morning. Boyd: [ Sighs ] I believe I can take it from here. Darryl: Old Jimmy's a bit of a cold fish, ain't he? Boyd: A tired fish, more like it, and I can't say I blame him. Darryl: Well, if you ain't too tired, I'd love to discuss something with you. Boyd: Well, make it quick, 'cause that couch you're sitting on is calling my name. Darryl: I like the way you handle yourself, Boyd. I know when a man is worth a shit, and you are. So I want to tell you this, 'cause I don't want no secrets between us. You know, full disclosure and shit. Boyd: Well, let me guess... Hot Rod's boys didn't pull no wapon on you? Awfully convenient you had a way over the border all cocked and ready to go. Darryl: Wait. You don't miss a trick, man. Shit. Well, you know, we was just trying to make ourselves useful, you know. Boyd: Well, in the process, Darryl, you made yourself a liar. Darryl: But you an honest man, Boyd, hmm? A full-blown honest man? That why you pointing that gn at me from underneath that desk? Boyd: [ Laughs ] Darryl: There it is. I understand how you'd feel that way, Boyd, but you got to admit, we did deliver. Boyd: Well, it seems to me that that heroin's still 1,000 Miles away from being in my possession, which means you ain't delivered shit yet. Darryl: Well, about that. It would be a terrible shame if my brother Danny accidentally made a wrong turn with one of them trucks, and neither you nor me nor your partners want that. Boyd: So, what is it that you do want, Darryl Crowe Jr.? Darryl: [ Sighs ] I just want to be part of the gddmn family, Boyd. ♪ ♪ Hi. I'm Kayla. Raylan: Raylan. Hey, those sound kind of alike, don't they? Kayla, Raylan. Raylan: I suppose they do. You gonna offer to buy me a drink, Raylan? Raylan: Whatever she'd like. I'll have a Tequila on the rocks, with three limes, please. Something nice, but don't put my friend here in the poorhouse. I read somewhere Tequila's the only liquor isn't a depressant. Raylan: Hmm. Also, pound for pound, don't give me nearly as bad a hang over. Raylan: Pound for pound, huh? My father was a boxing fan. You like boxing? Raylan: Not so much these days. I used to be a fan of those old guys. Thank you, sugar. Cheers. So, what brings you in here tonight? Raylan: Actually, I'm on vacation. Oh, can't remember the last time I took a vacation. Raylan: Hmm. What I wouldn't give to be lying on a beach somewhere. Raylan: Can I ask you something? Not gonna be much of a conversation if you don't. Raylan: Let's say you and I have been dating for just a little while. I bought you a bikini, invited you to come down to Miami with me to see my baby daughter... that be weird or forward or something? [ Chuckles ] I-I love Miami. A-and it's... it's so great you want to spend time with you daughter. Think I'd go with you right now, you wanted. Raylan: Oh, yeah? My rate is normally $1,000 per day, but for you... Knock it down to $500. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] [ Thunder rumbles ] [ Alarm chirps ] [ Sighs ] Yeah, I want to book a flight. ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ God get at your boy ♪ ♪ You try to bogard ♪ ♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ Trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: This would be easier if you'd just point me in his direction. [ Scoffs ] Marshal, if a D.E.A. Agent showed up in Lexington asking for information on a fugitive, there any chance you'd just open up your files to us? Raylan: I take your point. Besides, you want to know where Hot Rod Dunham's at, Miller's your guy. All right. Not too shabby. Mmm-mmm-mmm. There a problem, henkins? Alex Miller, meet deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, down from Lexington. Raylan: Is that a ruger? It's a gp 100. Raylan: Oh. I didn't know D.E.A. Still used revolvers. Well, they don't, officially. But a .357 will never let you down. Not like those glocks or Smith & Wesson 9's. They jam so bad, you can spread them on your breakfast toast. Raylan: No trouble with the double-action trigger? [ Chuckles ] Nothing a little oil won't make as smooth as a Bill Clinton apology. The marshal says some of hot rod Dunham's crew ended up dad in Mexico. Hot Rod hasn't operated South of the border in years. Raylan: The guys at Epic say differently. Hmm. Thanks for the tip. I'll look into it. I'll let you know what turns up. Raylan: If it's all the same to you, I'd like to tag along. Hmm. Uh, m-marshal Givens knows Hot Rod a little bit. So what? That's why your chief sent you, huh? Raylan: I'm on vacation, actually. Vacation? Raylan: Hmm. And you thought you'd come to Memphis and kick the hornet's nest, huh? Raylan: And have some ribs. And have some ribs, yeah. Sorry, marshal, I can't help you. Raylan: Okeydokey. I'll try Memphis P.D., local FBI, make a few more calls. I just wanted to come by as a courtesy, you know... do unto others and so forth. When I see Hot Rod, I'll tell him you said "hey." Marshal. Raylan: Hmm? I like to drive. I assume you're gonna tell SAC about this? I'll let you tell him, Henkins. You can tag along, if you like. Come on. [ Buzzer sounds ] [ Door opens ] Boyd: [ Sighs ] Well, I can't tell you what it means to lay these weary eyes on your beautiful, beautiful face. Ava: You look tired, Boyd. Boyd: I'm sorry about all this, Ava. Ava: It's not your fault. Boyd: You being properly looked after? Ava: [ Sighs ] Never thought I'd long for the Harlan county detention center, that's for sure. Boyd: Hmm. Ava: You ain't said anything about my hair. Boyd: Well, um... It seems to me you should have always been wearing it that way. Ava: I guess you've been busy. Boyd: I'm still just trying to take the necessary steps to secure our future. Ava: Our future? Boyd: I'm gonna get you out of here, Ava Crowder, I promise you. Ava: I need a favor, Boyd. Boyd: Name it. Ava: My friend is in trouble. She's gonna find you. Do whatever she asks. Boyd: Well, you know I will. Is there anything else that I can do for you? Ava: Just take care of her. You let me know when it's done. Boyd: Ava? [ Buzzer sounds ] [ Sighs ] Wendy: Are you making cocktails now? Kendal: Just messing around. You gonna yell at me? Wendy: Well, actually, I was hoping I could try it, you don't mind. Hmm. [ Sniffs ] Mmm. Well, that's pretty good. Come up with a name for it yet? Kendal: Yeah, I call it a "this place sucks." Wendy: Hey, I know this place isn't working out the way anyone hoped, but your brothers are getting together... Kendal: You mean my uncles? Wendy: Yeah. Them. They're working on something, supposed to bring in a whole lot of cash. As soon as I get my cut, we're gone. We can get a bigger place, get you set up in school. Kendal: Whatever. Wendy: Kendal, no "whatever." I promise you. Give it one week, you never have to see any of them again you don't want to. Who knows? Maybe we'll even get you a job as a bartender in one of them fancy clubs. Kendal: You got to be 21. Wendy: Get you a fake I.D. Darryl: Hey. Wendy: Hey. Didn't know you were back. Darryl: Late last night. ♪ ♪ Wendy: So? How did it go? Darryl: Smooth, like a stripper's ass. How y'all doing? Wendy: Doing good. Pretty quiet. Hey, Kendal, how about you get Darryl a plate? Darryl: And give me one of them ...Kendal: Café con leche? Darryl: Man, you quickly becoming my favorite person on the planet, you know that, Kendal? Wendy: [ Breathes deeply ] Darryl: I feel you all cocked and ready. What's going on? Wendy: You swear to me it went good? Darryl: Man, you said you didn't want all the details, to protect your precious law career. Wendy: I just want you to sht me straight, Darryl. Darryl: It's real this time. We about to become gddmn rich, Wendy. Remember that phosphate mine? Multiply that by a hundred. Each. That straight enough for you, Wendy Crowe? Wynn: The shipment isn't even here yet, Mr. Crowder. Mexico was a near disaster, and now you're telling me that we have new partners. Am I wrong to find all of this disturbing? Oh, God. If they want a cut, they're partners, Mr. Crowder. Doesn't sound like we have much choice, does it? I'll see you then. What? The dope's not there? Wynn: It's on its way. Yeah, right, it's on its way. We just have to agree to this new gng of idiots' terms, right? Jesus Christ. Wynn: Hi, this is Wynn Duffy in 236. Could you send up another pot of coffee, please? Because this one tastes like my ass on Sunday. Thank you, dear. We'll go down to Harlan county, we'll play nice, and everything will be fine. Get some rest. That place can be exhausting. [ Siren wails in distance ] So, how you know Hot Rod? Raylan: He's been branching out... linked up with some folks I know in Kentucky. And you thought you'd chase on that lead on your vacation? Well, I was actually packed for Florida when I got the news. Florida? Raylan: Hmm. You don't strike me as a... Beach person. Raylan: My baby girl's down there. You got a kid? Raylan: Hmm. Jesus. What did you go and do that for? [ Clears throat ] Hey, w-w-what's the plan? No one heard nothing yet? Well, shit. Look at this duo. Shit. What's up, Miller? You don't knock no more? Walked right by the security cameras for you. Somebody's asleep at the switch. Uh-huh. I see you know Kentucky. Mm-hmm. He tell you how he like to swing shovels? Well, you two must have made quite an impression, because now he wants to talk to the man himself. Oh, that's funny. So do we. All cLear. These D.E.A. Boys coming out the woodwork like roaches. Mm-hmm. Raylan: What did that mean, "so do we"? That means that we ain't seen Hot Rod in days, so maybe you two should keep doing y'all constabulating and let us know where he's at. Raylan: You wouldn't lie to us, would you, Jay? Look, man, we foot soldiers. We been here all day minding our own, and we ain't seen the crew in days. Raylan: You buying any of this? Not one bit, but there's other places we can look. Okay, you sit on these assholes. Do not let them call Hot Rod. We don't want him getting a heads-up we're coming. ♪ ♪ help you? Yeah, I'm looking for Boyd Crowder. Never heard of him. Look, I don't know if you playing me or protecting him, but I'm a friend of his woman. I promise you, he will want to see me. Let me see if the owner knows him. Boyd: That won't be necessary, Caleb. I'm Boyd Crowder. You'll have to forgive my friend Caleb... we know each other from the mines. A man spends that much time in the dark, customer service ain't one of his strong suits. My experience, a dog can be trained. A human can, too. Boyd: I didn't get your name, miss...? Rowena is just fine. It's a long way out of my routine to get down here, which means it's a long way home, so it's best we just get down to brass tacks. Boyd: Very well, then. Caleb? Please. Whatever you need, I'm at your disposal. Simple. Once a week, you get me 100 grams, pure as you can. I take a cut, give the rest to your woman. Boyd: Ava wants heroin? Guess you weren't expecting that, huh? Your girl's fitting to take care of herself, but first you got to take care of me. Boyd: Well, what did you have in mind? I had a partner, woman named Vernon. Worked with me at the jail, helped me bring shit inside. She was mrder. A man set fre to her house in the middle of the night and let her burn inside. You gonna get me my retribution. Look, I know what I'm asking ain't easy... Boyd: It ain't that so much. It sounds like this fella has it coming. [ Sighs ] It just bothers me that I don't know you, and you know a hell of a lot more about what my fiancée's doing than I do. Well, all you need to know, you want your woman to be safe, this what has to happen. How you think he feel being treated like that? Like a shit smear on they shoes? Humiliated. Shut up! Why you think that old, tired-ass, bourbon-soaked has-been Miller's on the hunt? That must by why everybody missing and why Kentucky down here. I don't know. Hey, I ain't gonna tell you guys again. [ Scoffs ] When is this little D.E.A. Punk gonna Learn how to wipe his own ass? When daddy says he can. You don't like the truth, do you, whipping boy? They keep you in the dark, whipping boy? All right. I'm just gonna chalk that up to you two being upset, what with half your crew dad in Mexico. Oh, yeah. Y-you didn't know that? [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Federales found them all sht up in their truck with traces of heroin. Long gone. Oh, I bet... I bet you two boys were expecting that heroin to come your way, weren't you? [ Chuckles ] You know what that means, don't you? There's a lot up for grabs. It's "now or never" time, baby. Mm-hmm. Hammer and anvil? Yep. Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey. Hey. Sit your asses down. God damn it, guys! You can't sh*t us, dude. What you think it's gonna look like, you klling a couple homies in cuffs? Yeah, I will take the cuffs off after. You ain't got the balls to do that. That's Miller's department. Oh, yeah? Try me. Okay. Who you gonna ht first, huh? Ohh! Whoo! Down goes Frazier, baby! Down goes Frazier! Yeah! Hammer and anvil, baby. Hammer and anvil. Get the keys. Has he left yet? No, we still here. What's going on? The clock is running down. Boyd Crowder ht back. You tell Hot Rod. He give us where Boyd Crowder's at, and maybe he lives. What the hell now? Come on. Let's go. [ Laughs ] [ Groans ] [ Breathing heavily ] How do I know? You been with me damn near the entire time. Where he at? I ain't gonna ask again. Geez. All I know is he got a bar up in Harlan. That's a start. Where? Try Google. You son of... no, no, no! Okay, okay! Stop. I tell you what. You grab a pencil. I'll draw you a map. You can't find anything out there without a... a map. Raylan: I didn't know Hot Rod was a legitimate businessman. He ain't. It's just a way to move the dope. Raylan: Oh, but the dope in the tow car gives him deniability. It's an old trick, but it still works. [ gn ] gn down! Now! Aw, shit. Just like you to show up two minutes late. Hot Rod, what the hell have you gone and done? I got greedy. Raylan: Anyone else here? What are you doing here? Raylan: Johnny Crowder and three of your boys turned up dad in Mexico. At the hands of Boyd, no doubt. Damn crowders. [ Groans ] [ Coughs ] Miller. Yeah? You got the flask? Yeah. 911. What is your emergency? Deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens. We need an ambulance. You had this piece of shit ever since I know you. [ Chuckles ] It's cheap shit. What, old dog like you gonna complain? Old dog being put down. Oh, shit. Least I ain't dying in no jail cell, like your daddy. [ Groaning ] Drink up, old man. Drink up. It'll make you feel better. Go ahead. There you go. Drink it down. There you go. [ Breathing [ heavily ] Remember, I gave you that tip? [ Chuckles ] Turned out to be a... a D.E.A. Sting. You didn't even know what your own office was doing. Yeah. It landed me in some epic shit. Almost lost my job. [ Siren wailing in distance ] Aw, hell. [ Telephone rings ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Knock on door ] Boyd: Afternoon. I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but the receptionist down the hall said that you're elmont Swain. You come to tell me I won the sweepstakes, are you? She sent you here, didn't she? Boyd: I'm just here to talk. Don't lie to me, boy. Show me that respect, at least. Boyd: She said you klled her partner. Them sending that poison into the prisons, making my poor Helena overdose. She was doing time for check fraud, for God's sake. Didn't deserve that. Boyd: Well, if someone klled my woman, I'd do the same. That's my Helena. Boyd: She's a beautiful woman. I got a bad heart, bad liver, and don't got long on this earth. But if you want to send me to her, you're gonna have to draw. Boyd: Well, unless you want to meet your maker this fine day, I'd take my finger off that trigger, elmont. But I will tell you this... klling an old man in a nursing-home bed ain't on my bucket list. In that case, you better turn around and head out of here. Boyd: Well, I'm afraid I can't do that, either. So we got a problem. [ Sighs ] How would you like to get out of here? Somewhere far away? I got the money and the motivation to set you up for life. Now, how about it? Won't you save us both a whole lot of trouble and agree to live out the rest of your days like a king, Mr. Swain? How much money? Well, I don't really give a shit, but I guess it's good news. Henkins has a concussion, but he'll be all right. Raylan: Rod was your C.I., huh? For the better part of 15 years. He'd tip me to his competition. Raylan: You let him peddle his pot. And you thought I was dirty, huh? So, with Jay and Roscoe after this Boyd Crowder, you got any notion of which way they're headed? Raylan: I might. It's still a D.E.A. Case, Givens. If you're headed over there, gddmn right I'm going with you. Raylan: [ Sighs ] Boyd: What's your E.T.A. Now? I told you, I need some for Ava. Let's say two hours. But I lost track of those idiots Danny and Dewey. Can't get them on their cells. Boyd: Well, keep trying. Dewey: It keeps sending us to the highways. Danny: Well, make it not. Dewey: Oh, God, this damn thing don't work. Danny: If we take this road, where does it get us? Dewey: Oh, I don't know. What road is this? Danny: Dewey, Dewey, I thought you knew these roads. Dewey: I know the highways. Danny: You don't know shit! Dewey: If it weren't for me, y'all wouldn't even be in... Danny: I'm in the middle of nowhere with a redneck that stinks like my ball sack, towing a car full of heroin that will put me away for two lifetimes. Now, unless you want me to set up a special meet and greet with our lord and savior, get this damn GPS working, you hear me? Dewey: Yeah, man, I hear you. Danny: Amen. [ Engine turns over ] Simple piece of shit. Help you boys? Your sure can. Y'all got maker's? Does the pope shit in the woods? [ Chuckles ] Doubles. Neat. ♪ ♪ Ohh! Aah! God damn! No need to get rough! Shit, take the money and go. The money? Oh, no, you got us all wrong. We looking for someone name of Boyd Crowder. The word is that this his place. Do you know him? No. No, I... Aah. [ Groaning ] Hey, man, take that shit out his mouth so he can talk, man. 'Scoe! Take it out. You were saying? Uh... Y-y-yeah, yeah, I know him. Oh, okay. 'Cause your boy klled our crew and took our drugs, so this the score. We gonna let the song play out to the end so you can think about that, then you gonna tell us where we can find him, or that'll be the last song you ever hear. He's not even here... shh! Song ain't over yet. [ Buzzer sounds ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Ava Crowder? You're scheduled for a hep-b sht tonight. Check in with the infirmary before lights out. You're Crowder? You're the bitch who messed up our supply? Ava: I'm working on it. Unless you got a gram shoved up your pssy for me right now, you ain't taking care of anything. Ava: I will have something soon. Something soon. "Something soon" means shit. You ain't got anything on you right now, it's time to catch cold. No, it's time for you to back off. This bitch is messing me up. Look at me. I said, "look"! Don't be preaching none of your goddess bullshit. You can cut her and you can cut me, but it's not gonna help you. Making this bitch bleed will help Learn her. This what you really want to do? You really want to cut someone? You want to cut me, then you cut me... really cut me. Don't do this half-assed, fiending bullshit to make yourself feel bigger and badder. That don't come from out here. You deal with that in there. The real fight is inside you, not out here. But if you want that real fight, we can always arrange it. You just say where and when. [ Women murmuring ] Don't mind if I do. Hey, Raylan. Raylan: Hmm? [ Thud ] [ Gasps ] [ Screams ] Raylan: Two men after Boyd? What? Raylan: Who did this? Those assholes! They sht next to my ear! I can't hear you! Raylan: Two guys looking for Boyd, right?! They did this?! Yeah. Raylan: Where are they?! The whorehouse! Hey, wait, man, I don't need this shit! Wait! What about me?! God damn! What the hell kind of place is this?! Darryl: It's real simple. Crowes want to be responsible for transporting your heroin across state lines. We already demonstrated our ability to successfully navigate the border patrols, and with the risk that assumes, we feel we entitled to 20% of the pie, which leaves plenty to go around. Wynn: That's it? Darryl: Just that we appreciate the opportunity, and we are excited to be a part of all your endeavors. Wynn: So that's it? Darryl: Yeah. Wynn: Well, I just have a few questions I'd love to get cleared up before we get into specifics. Darryl: Shit, yeah. Such as? Wynn: Where are our drugs? Boyd: Carl's truck's already arrived. The other one's still en route. Darryl: They'll be here real soon. Wynn: Well, maybe we should wait until "real soon" to finish this discussion. Darryl: No, you ain't got to worry, Mr. Duffy. Everybody's gonna be just fine, trust me. Even if it arrives safely and we agree to go with you, 20% ain't happening. Darryl: Well, what would you consider fair for this kind of specialized labor? Wynn: 10%. And that's of what you actually deliver, not what you leave Mexico with. Wynn: There are three other partners involved in this enterprise. If we pay you 20%, then you're making almost as much as us, and that hardly seems fair. Darryl: Well, if you can't find someone to get your shit over here, y'all gonna be splitting exactly Jack shit. Yo, this Audry's famous whorehouse? It is. But we are closed. Damn. What happened, all the pssy ran out on y'all or something? We're fumigating. Fumigating? The whores? I knew you would like that. But seriously, though, I'm gonna need to take a peek inside. Seriously. If I got to tell you we're closed again, we gonna have a problem. You already got a problem. Meet Roscoe. Say hi, Roscoe. Hi. Why don't we say 15% and call it a day? For 15%, I'll smuggle it in myself. Darryl: So go ahead and do it, man. Stop wasting my gddmn time. Wynn: Something wrong? I don't suppose I got to tell y'all not to reach inside your coats or do anything accordingly stupid. Wynn: Can we help you gentlemen? I bet you can. Which one of y'all Boyd Crowder? Boyd: Who may I say is asking? Who? [ Chuckles ] We are. Boyd: Well, whoever you are, taking into consideration everything that's happened in the last 48 hours, I take it you're here for drugs or money or maybe revenge. Man, this dude! Yes. God damn, I love it. But you can keep the revenge. We'll just take the drugs or the money. In fact, I'll even let you pick which. Boyd: Well, that's mighty considerate. [ Chuckles ] Boyd Crowder's the man. Mm-hmm. Boyd: So, how about it, boys? What should we give them, huh? Half a mil? But why stop there? 'Cause y'all probably want the full mil, right? Or, better yet, we could just give you all our drugs, let you take that. How would that be for you boys? Don't do this, Boyd. Now, see, we was getting along there for a minute, right? So don't ruin it. Boyd: Actually, we might have a job opening. All you got to do is kll this fella right here, agree to 10%, and you can become our new smugglers. Darryl: Man, is you out your mind? Ain't nobody doing shit to me. Boyd: Or better yet, why don't we all just pull right now? sh*t this shit out, see what's what when the smoke clears, huh? Darryl: Boyd, cool out, man. I'll take 10%. Boyd: Shut up, Darryl. It's already too late for that. Darryl: Okay. Boyd: Come on, boys. Who's in? Raylan: Miller, would you call this a herd, a gaggle, or a flock of assholes? I would call this a united nations of assholes. Boyd: Well, that's funny, 'cause we were just discussing ratifying some shit. Raylan: Boys, we're gonna need you two to put them gn down. Boyd: Uh, Raylan, can I be excused from the table? Raylan: No, you may not. Boys. Reason not the need, marshal. Here we go. Raylan: I'm sorry? "King Lear"? Shakespeare? Basically, Lear split his kingdom in half and gave it to his two daughters, deal being Lear get to hang out and keep 100 knights. They agree, and then later, these two bitch-ass daughters, they change the deal. They like, "well, daddy, what you need with 100 knights? 50, 10, 5? What you need with one?" Lear says, "reason not the need." Hot damn! Reason not the need. Uh-huh. Raylan: I don't understand what these two are talking about, but I got to admit I'm interested. Well, in the analogy, we be Lear, and we just want what's rightfully ours, and then we out, never to be seen again. And, well, they the bitches. You can have them and they kingdom. Raylan: You two asault a D.E.A. Agent. And you got Hot Rod klled. Yeah, but that's all 'cause of these folks here. We handed them to you. You ought to be thanking us. No way either of you are walking out of here in anything less than handcuffs. I'm gonna give you three seconds, Roscoe. Drop the gn. Look, now, I know you upset over Hot Rod, but you know better than to push us, Miller. Whoa! Your brother thrat a D.E.A. Officer. Put that gn down, or I'll kll you dad. Raylan: Put it down. [ Groans ] Put it down. Raylan: Don't do it, Jay. Put it down. So, what now? Want to go hunt down some tow trucks? Raylan: I'm gonna head back to Lexington, enjoy some of this vacation. Yeah, I ought to do that from time to time. Take some time off, go see my kids. But somehow, that never seems to quite end up happening. Raylan: Thought you didn't have kids? No, I never said that. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Take it easy, Miller. [ Engine turns over ] [ Tires squeal ] Boyd: I apologize for running late. Had a little hiccup with the local authorities. Really are a criminal, ain't you, son? Boyd: Well, I can't deny that, Mr. Swain. I still got my gn, you all try anything. Boyd: Relax, elmont. You on easy street now. Hell are you doing? Boyd: Well, if it's all right with you, I'm gonna take a piss. Nothing funny. Of course not. Jimmy, get elmont here his money. Ease his weary mind. Now, I'll be right back. [ Gagging ] It's done. Kendal: Four in a row. Wendy: Dang. Kid, you are sharp, I'll give you that. Kendal: What are we doing here, Wendy? Wendy: Just waiting for Darryl to make bail. Kendal: I don't mean that. Wendy: Look, we talked about this. We just got to stay put for another couple of days, all right? We are almost there. Hey. Everything all right? Darryl: No matter where you at, it's the same dumb-ass cops asking the same dumb-ass questions. What y'all playing? Kendal: Double solitaire. Darryl: You got another deck? Kendal: No, sorry. Hey, I said I ain't got another one. Darryl: Damn, son, what is you scared I'm gonna find? Kendal: Nothing, but that's my shit. Wendy: Come on, Darryl, what are you doing? Darryl: What you got? prn? Kendal: I ain't got nothing. Darryl: Gay prn? Wendy: Darryl! Darryl: Shut up. Ain't no prn. It's close to two g's, man. You want to explain this? Kendal: It's mine. I earned it. Darryl: Oh, you earned it, huh? What, is you sucking dick in the trailers? Huh? Wendy: You best answer him, Kendal. Darryl: How you get all this? Wendy: Go on. Kendal: I stole it from the Johns that came in. Darryl: You... How you steal... I'm keeping this shit. Kendal: That's mine. Darryl: Ain't shit yours. When you grow... Kendal! Kendal! Man, what is wrong with him? Wendy: Well, maybe he's just looking for a way out. Darryl: A way out? Why you keep talking about getting out? Wendy: We both want out, Darryl. All right? This place just ain't right. Darryl: You sound gddmn stupid. I got one truck of dope here. Another one is on the way. We know the pipeline, we know the players. I'm fitting to kll three people. We gonna take over the entire heroin business in Kentucky. Wendy: I don't want that. I don't want no part of that. Neither does Kendal. I want my cut of what all you're about to get in, and then I'm gone. Darryl: You don't want that? [ Buzzer sounds ] Ava: I'm here for my sht. Go on and sit. Ava: You talk to Boyd? Skinny, little stick of a man? He able to satisfy all your needs? Ava: I think more important is whether he was able to satisfy yours. Well, yes and no. Must be nice to have a man to do your every bidding, 'cause he sure done this one real well. Ava: Then we're good. No. There's one more thing I need. Ava: Hold on. We had a deal. See, here's the amazing thing about you being the convict and me being the non-convict... you don't got any leverage. Ava: This is how you do business? This is why you didn't want Judith in on this? You cross her, too? No, the deal's still good. See, just one more condition. See, the first one was you helping me on the outside, and this is you helping me on the inside. Ava: Hmm. You want to hear it or not? It's no big thing. You just got to kll mother superior. Ava: Come again? You want your shit, you got to kll Judith. Ava: [ Groans ] Art: Jesus Christ. Is this real, or has early-onset dementia finally set in, and I'm starting to see you in my waking hours? Raylan: Got a tip. Art: Yeah, I heard that from the D.E.A. Sac in Memphis. Called to thank me for our assistance. Raylan: You're welcome. Art: So, what, you're filing reports on your vacation? That's a violation of the D.O.J. Employment guidelines. Raylan: The vacation was postponed. I got to take care of a few things first. Art: [ Scoffs ] Meaning, you can't go on vacation because you're working. 'Cause that's who you are, Raylan. Right? You're a working man. Raylan: You know, I might be on to something here, Art. Wynn Duffy mixing it up with the crowes? Art: Don't worry. D.E.A.'S already asked for your assistance. I'm not gonna take you off the case. Congratulations. You win again. Raylan: You say that like it's a bad thing. Art: [ Chuckles ] You know what? My wife is right... I'm the crazy one here, thinking that you're gonna change. I mean, what the hell's ever gonna do that? I've already torn you so many new assholes, you don't know which one's the original, but you're still the same guy that kicked up here from Florida. I tell you what to do, you do whatever the hell you want, somehow it all works out, and I'm the dumb-ass losing sleep over it. Raylan: I asked you to make a choice, Art. If you don't like the way I do things... Art: Well, I'm not gonna make that decision. 'Cause I don't have to, right? I've still got a week and a half. I'm gonna enjoy my time. Hell, why am I even talking to you? You're not even here. Raylan: Art, I'm here. Let's get to this. Let's just resolve this. Art: No. I'm still the gddmn boss, until somebody tells me otherwise. And if I say you're not here, you're not here. ♪ ♪ [ Tires screech ] Dewey: You cut it with baby laxative? Danny: Hell, yeah. You didn't know that? Dewey: I dealt mostly with pills. Danny: Aw, yeah, man. I... I see cocaine, and I just shit my pants. Yeah, it's all cut with that shit. What's this cock-knocker doing, man? Dewey: I told you we shouldn't have taken the highway. Danny: Dewey, shut your gddmn mouth. Hey, asshle, Learn how to drive! Oh, you just barked up the wrong tree! [ Breathing heavily ] D.E.A., show me your hands. Danny: Dewey, how far you think that car is from here? Dewey: The hell you doing? Danny: Officer. How you doing? Is there a problem? Won't be, soon as you're down on the ground with your hands on your head. Danny: Oh, that's not necessary. I belive my wapon says otherwise. Danny: Ah, see you got your gn out. Ain't gonna work. You ever hear of the 21-foot rule? Matter of fact, I have. Danny: Certain kind of man would think that it's fake. Of all the harmful, epic bullshit on the Internet, 21-foot rule's top of the list, pal. Danny: [ Chuckles ] Why don't you holster that gn? I holster it, you gonna be the second asshle I sh**t today. Danny: [ Chuckles ] I'll make sure to put that on your tombstone. Here we go. [ Tires screech ] Dewey: [ Screams ]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x09 - Wrong Roads"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... [screams] [groans] Raylan: Shit, Danny. I swear to god, I didn't see it, either. Darryl: That's rich coming from a woman so ashamed of her own son, she don't even admit she got one. [grunting] You need to decide right now. You a Crowe or not? Kendal: Yeah. Raylan: I was dating this social worker, Alison Brander. Kendal went to see her this afternoon ... Art: And now you think they might be coming after her. All right, I'll take care of it. Raylan: Well, I can, uh ... Art: No. I'll handle it myself. We just learned that Boyd Crowder has lost half our shipment. You have to ask yourself a question. Who am I gonna work with? Him, who most certainly's gonna get you klled... or me, who most certainly is gonna get you rich? You got yourself caught between a Detroit rock and a shitkicker hard place. Wynn: I could use some help. So what do you need? Wynn: An assessment. The rock or the shitkicker. You think you got protection from Judith, but you don't mean shit to her. [Ava grunts] [grunting] 5x11 - "The Toll" [indistinct shouting in distance] [faucet handles squeak] [indistinct conversations] [alarm blaring] [door closes] [sighs] Ava. Your elbow. [clears throat] Somebody gonna tell us what the hell's going on here? Shit, Penny, I know you didn't forget the rules. No talking during lockdown. Matter of fact, next one opens her mouth buys a week in the hole. I want to let you know, my loyalty was always to you, Boyd. Boyd: Hm. That little fella give you what you needed? Boyd: As it happens, he did not. Can't help feeling it's a shame, you shelling out money and not getting anything in return. There's got to be something I can do for you. [sighs] [cellphone vibrating] Mr. Duffy. Well, I believe you're right. There are a few things we need to discuss. I assume neither one of us is too keen on doing this over the phone. Fair enough. You want me to bring the coffee? [chuckles] [cellphone beeps] Well, miss Teri, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to bring our evening to a close. I'm gonna need a clear head in the morning. I could help you clear it. Boyd: Oh, darlin'. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer ... truly. There's really nothing that I can give you. Boyd: Well, I wouldn't be opposed to taking one of those cigarettes. Never knew you to be a smoker. Boyd: Well, it's been a long time since I was. But I believe the time has come to start making some changes. Alison: So, the marshals service doesn't believe I'm in danger, but you're moving me anyway? Art: Yep. Alison: Can you elaborate on that a little? Art: Well, could you pick it up a little? Alison: Deal. Art: All right, uh, Raylan and I just thought it might be a good idea if you were looked after. And the service doesn't provide official protection unless there's a specific, credible thrat. But you can call this an abundance of caution. Alison: And you swear Raylan's all right. He's not lying dad on a slab somewhere and you're holding back telling me? Art: Yes, ma'am, I swear. It's just that things have heated up between him and... the Crowe family, and we thought that since they came at you once to get to him ... Alison: You two are worried Dan's gonna run me off the road again? [chuckles] Something like that. Alison: You think they'd leave me alone if I told them we Broke up? We did, by the way. Did Raylan tell you that? Art: He might have mentioned something about that. Uh, ma'am, you know, we're only gonna be gone just a couple of days. [clears throat] Alison: He, uh, mentioned what happened to his eye. Art: Did he, now? Alison: Mm-hmm. Told me you did it. Didn't tell me why. Art: [chuckles] Well, is this your way of asking me to tell you why? Alison: Oh, I'm just making conversation. 'Course, if you wanted to tell me, you know, listening is a big part of my job. Art: I'll bet you're good at it. Let me ask you this ... if I were to admit to hitting him... Alison: Mm-hmm. Art: ...could you call it child abuse and take custody of him for me? Alison: [chuckling] I like you. [both chuckle] Art: Here. I'll get that. Alison: Oh. Okay. Art: Yeah. After you. Alison: Oh, thanks. [keys jingle] Yeah, I don't know. I mean ... [sighs] Hold on. Hold on. Um, let's just, uh, age before beauty, okay? [gn] Alison: Oh, my god! [panting] Art: All right. I need you to call 911. Jesus. Alison: Oh, my god. Art: You're ht! Alison: [panting] No, I-it's not me. It's you. Oh, god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. [dialing] [both panting] Oh, my god. Oh, god. [title theme] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ god get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ West Palm ... that's on the water, right? Raylan: Yes, ma'am. Beaches nearby, warm sun. That'll be good for her ... help with the cabin fever. Raylan: Cabin fever, huh? [sighs] Oh, my god. First six months. Raylan: I guess I didn't think of that. But... makes sense. Her mother's nearby. I suppose, uh, the three of them will meet up and take the stroller through Okeeheelee park. But you don't know. Raylan: No. 'Cause you're not where you're needed. Raylan: Where I'm needed? Where you can do the most good. Raylan: Sorry. I'm... are we still speaking about Winona? Why was he alone, Raylan? [scoffs] Chief Deputy ... no backup? Raylan: He was ... And why weren't you there? Raylan: Now wait ... A good man is in the hospital, and I'm not saying it should be you, Raylan. I ... I just want to know why you weren't where you were supposed to be. Any available radiologist to MRI. Dr. Delvaughn to pathology. Dr. Delvaughn to pathology. [sighs] These back five rows, we're gonna need sealed off, just to let you know. Okay, no problem. Rachel: Leslie Mullen, Dr. Jay Patel. Is he alive? Mrs. Mullen, uh ... Is my husband alive? Yes. He's extremely critical. Um... please, Mrs. Mullen ... my office will give us some privacy. [door closes] Raylan: Is he gonna make it? Tim: He lost a lot of blood. They had to put those antishock compression pants on him ... keep his pressure from bottoming out. Raylan: He conscious? Tim: He went out in the ambulance. Hasn't opened his eyes since. Raylan: I don't suppose he thought to tell the emts who did this to him. What about Alison? She see anything? Tim: She's pretty shook up. Raylan: She see anything or not? Tim: He had her on the floor before she knew there was anything to see. [sighs] Rachel: Let's play this out. [woman speaking on P.A.] Tim: You think it was Darryl Crowe looking for payback? Raylan: What's the alternative? Rachel: Art did sht Theo Tonin not so long ago. Tim: 30 years after Drew Thompson did that, he was still mad enough to drop bodies about it. Raylan: Well, the good news is, if we want to question Theo, he ain't hard to find. How about Darryl? Rachel: We're looking. KSP went by Audry's. Place was shut down. Raylan: Well, there you go. Why's he run, he ain't the sht? [sighs] I imagine where he's from, even suspected cop sht don't tend to get arrested. Raylan: Yeah, but how's a man even know he's a suspect? Tim: Well, doesn't take a genius to know he'll be top of our list. Day after a marshal kills his brother, somebody takes a sht at the chief. Art's face is all over the news. Raylan: You saying you think he ran even though it wasn't him that did it? Tim: I'm saying we have to consider it. Raylan: All right, I've considered it. Rachel: Whatever it is, it's not your call to make. Ed Kirkland, Detroit chief, he's coming in to head up the investigation, run the office for the time being. Raylan: Makes sense. He and Art go back. Rachel: He also goes back with the Tonins, which means Theo will probably be his first instinct. So we follow his lead. Dr. Wallace to the O.R. Dr. Wallace to the O.R. Tim: Kirkland's due within the hour. After that, our options shrink. Raylan: You talking about any particular option? Tim: The one where we catch up with Darryl ... out in the wild world. Raylan: You'd be on board for that? Tim: It's Art. Raylan: You think that's what he would want? Tim: I think he'd do it for us. Raylan: All due respect, Tim, I don't think you know Art as well as I do. Boyd: I got to go explain to Mr. Picker and Mr. Duffy how we come to lose half that shipment. [sighs] We didn't lose it. Boyd: Well, I'll make sure to tell them that. And while I'm gone... [sighs] ...I want you to hide that dope. Where? Boyd: I don't know. And I don't want to know. It's gonna be my insurance. Insurance for what? Boyd: For walking out of that hotel room. Christ, Boyd, if you're that worried about walking out, why even walk in? Boyd: Because procrastination has never been a part of my nature. Well, at least take us with you. Shit, Boyd, they want a wr? We'll stack 'em up like Cordwood. gddmn right. Boyd: Son, after everything I've asked you to do, I appreciate the sentiment, but this one's on me. But... I need you to promise me that if this don't go my way ... if this don't go my way ... that you will take care of Ava by giving that nurse everything she needs. 'Course, Boyd. But you ain't got to do this. Boyd: Just hide the dope. But when I say "hide it," I want you to hide it so god can't even find it. Now get out of here. Go on. [sighs] [exhales sharply] Boyd: And remember what you promised. [sighs] [elevator bell dings] Raylan: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Alison: You didn't. You want me to get you something to help you sleep? Alison: EMTs gave me enough lorazepam to kll a rhino. Didn't even make my eyelids heavy. Raylan: Well, they didn't know to account for your tolerance. Alison: [chuckles softly] How long am I gonna have to stay here? Raylan: They didn't walk you through this? Alison: Uh, they might have. I don't think I'm retaining much at the moment. Raylan: Tonight, we don't have enough manpower to protect you anywhere but here. In the morning, though, deputies will start arriving from other districts. We'll detail a few to take you to a hotel. Alison: And then how long will I be there? Raylan: Till we find the sh*t or establish you weren't the target. Alison: Did you see him? Raylan: He's still in surgery. Alison: [voice breaking] I'm sorry, Raylan. Raylan: You have nothing to be sorry for. [sighs] Raylan: Try to get some sleep. How's Ms. Brander? Raylan: She's all right. She's resting. She seems like a fine young woman. Raylan: Sir, I'd like to join the manhunt for Darryl Crowe Jr. I know him, I know the family, I know the area he's likely holed up. I think we got enough bodies on that manhunt, plus local P.D. supplementing. I imagine they know the area, as well. No, deputy, I need you to stay here, be my right hand ... help me get the lay of the land. Raylan: Right-hand man? Yeah. Our first order of business ... we go at Tonin. We establish all the ways he could've been in contact with the outside world and talk to anyone he could've used as a go-between. Raylan: Funny. Excuse me? Raylan: Oh, Art had to fly to Macon once, babysit the Georgia middle district while their chief was suspended. Yeah, Loughlin. Yeah, he got busted for double dipping. Raylan: Yeah. Art said the top priority for an interim chief is to rein in the office problem child. [sighs] Best way he knew to do that was keep the guy where he could see him, tell him he's your right-hand man. [chuckles] All right, deputy. Fair enough. I'll be straight with you. Yes, I need to keep you close so I can keep an eye on you. I'm concerned that your participation in this investigation ... that it may jeopardize a future prosecution. Raylan: What the hell's that supposed to mean? All right, deputy, we're done. Raylan: Allow me to be straight with you, chief. We lose the guy who did this 'cause you kept me from doing my job, that's gonna be on you. Problem? Theo gave it up. Raylan: Gave what up? Says he ordered the ht on Art as payback for bringing him in. Signed the affidavit swearing to it. Aw, geez. It gets better. He's willing to finger the sh*t. Boyd: My fiancé's wedding ring. He's clean. You sure? Wynn: Mikey says he's clean, he's clean. Check him again. Wynn: Whatever. Boyd: Well, I guess there's no question about who's calling the shts. Wynn: Our social hierarchy is the least of your concerns. Boyd: Well, if you're looking for the beretta I usually keep in the small of my back, I decided to leave it at... home. I figured I might get frisked. Didn't want to take a chance on it going missing. I brought that piece back with me from the desert. What's this? Boyd: My abiding shame. Wynn: I didn't know you smoked, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: Well, my recent anxiety has made me question why I ever gave it up. I see we have a new face in our crowd. Have a seat, Boyd. Boyd: Any place in particular? There will be fine. [sighs] So, you want to explain how your buddy the marshal came to seize half our shipment? Boyd: Well, seeing how it wasn't in my possession, I think that's more of a question for Darryl Crowe Jr. Wynn: And where is he? Boyd: I can't say. But if I were him, I'd be running for my life. You heard somebody sht the chief marshal last night? Wynn: And you think it's Darryl? Boyd: I don't know. I wasn't there. But if I was a betting man ... Since you are the one who's here at the moment, Boyd, why don't you explain on Darryl's behalf? Boyd: Mr. Picker, the only explaining I've ever done in my life was to my Mama when she caught me sneaking in after my curfew. And you ain't my Mama. [chuckles] Boyd: But I'll indulge you with a short answer to your question. Shit happens, Mr. Picker. Wynn: What about the other half? Boyd: Sometimes it don't. Wynn: Where is it? Boyd: I don't know. You don't know? What do you mean exactly by you don't know? Boyd: Well, Mr. Picker, what I mean is... if I die in this hotel room, it'll be like you decided to bury the rest of that dope right alongside me. Tell me about yourself, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: She speaks. I do. Boyd: Well, I usually like to know a person's name before I start telling them my life story. Hale ... Katherine Hale. Boyd: As in the wife of "big country" Grady Hale? Widow. Boyd: Wynn Duffy, I am impressed. I remember seeing a picture of you in the paper when your husband was on trial, and I thought, "now, that is the kind of woman you get on your arm when you become a real gangster." Of course, that was some time ago, and you've changed your hair. Wynn brought me here just especially to meet you. Boyd: Thinking that any friend of his ought to be a friend of mine? No. He wants to know if I can come up with a reason why he shouldn't kll you. Boyd: Other than my winning personality? [chuckles] Well, uh... if you don't mind, I'm gonna have a cigarette while I think of an earnest answer to your question. Wynn: It's not so much me as the hotel. This is a non-smoking suite. Tim: U.S. Marshals! On the ground right now! Right now! Rachel: On the ground. Right now! Tim: Right now! Get up! Boyd: Well, I guess this hotel takes that non-smoking policy pretty serious, Mr. Duffy. Raylan: You must know this is bullshit. All I know is we have to follow it up. [cellphone ringing] [sighs] Washington. Excuse me. Mm-hmm. Raylan: Why would Tonin try to help us without cutting a deal? Because he knows we'd never deal with him. Raylan: That's my point. Tim: Sir. Deputy Brooks wanted you to see this. It lists who got caught in the net when we grabbed picker. Katherine Hale? Tim: That's what her driver's license said. That name doesn't mean anything to you? Tim: Should it? Raylan: Tonin just wants to get us chasing bullshit. It's the only entertainment he's got. W-where is she now? Tim: Downstairs. Downstairs in this building? Tim: Yes, sir ... her, Crowder, Duffy, his bodyguard. We figure we could at least hold them a couple hours. Where's Deputy Brooks? Tim: She's sitting on them. 'Course she is. Come with me. Raylan: I'm gonna go in there. Finally ... someone I can reason with. Raylan: I want a name. Me too. The scrawny guy ... who is he? Raylan: I want a name. I want an apology. That rat-faced little prick tweaked my back when I was getting in the car. It's like he doesn't understand the special relationship I have with you guys. Raylan: That relationship ... that's over. Really? Raylan: Today, we got a different set of problems. Yeah. I heard. My condolences. Seriously. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Still don't know how I fit in. Raylan: Well, Theo puts you as the sh*t. [scoffs] Oh, beautiful. Raylan: He says you were acting on his orders. Really? Well, the last time you dragged me in here, you thought he was trying to kll me. Now you believe I'm taking his orders? Raylan: More than believe. Got the proof. Got all we need, matter of fact. Congratulations. You're the prime suspect. Show me what the hell you got. Raylan: You'll hear it in court. This again? The land of complete bullshit? You guys really should learn a new tune, you know that? Raylan: You're looking at 40 years to life, my buddy. Yeah. More if Art dies. That case, you're gonna regret you left Michigan, as Kentucky does still favor the death penalty. I played ball. Raylan: Yes, you did. I played ball, marshal. And now you're gonna hang this job on me? Raylan: Very simple. Come on. Raylan: Goes away ... you give me a name. I'm not a snitch. Raylan: I got an affidavit says you are. Why should I help you? Raylan: Again? Believe I made that more than clear. No, I mean, why would I help you besides the fact that you're an asshle? Raylan: There is no other reason. Darryl Crowe is what I heard. Mr. Picker. Been a while. Chief. Funny running into you here. It's like running into an old teacher at the movies. Raylan: You hear what he said? You think I need corroboration from a bent-nosed arm-breaker from Greektown? Ooh. That hurt. Now, I said we had to follow it up, and we did. Having a little trouble locating Mr. Darryl Crowe today. Can you get a line on him? I met the man once. Okay, say you want to meet him again. Tell him you like the way he fills out his wifebeater. Whatever. I don't give a shit. Just let us know when and where. And what do I get? [chuckles] Prizes to be named later. [knock on door] That's the prick. Tim: Time stamp from the hotel camera puts him in the lobby three minutes after Art's sht. Jeff Gordon couldn't make that drive in less than 10. That's what you pulled us out for ... to tell us he didn't do it? Tim: That's not why I pulled you out. Hold on. Raylan, you got a call. Oh, jesus. Can it wait? It's Darryl Crowe's sister ... says he wants to turn himself in. Raylan: Great. She knows where we are. Says he'll only turn himself in to you. You can take those off. You have your gn. Yes, you have your gn. [chuckles] Well, hello, David. Katherine. Don't remember asking you to sit. Well... you didn't ask me to come down here, either. Standing while you sit would make me feel like we were back in court. Believe you have me confused with the judge. No. I remember which one you were ... smug little hobbit-looking beaner shitbird who told the jury what a no-account savage my late husband was and that I was worse. Well, glad to see the years haven't taken away your silver tongue. She tell you anything about why she was at Duffy's hotel suite? Rachel: "Visiting an old family friend. Is that a crime?" Well, not compared to racketeering, conspiracy, and mrder, no. Well, whatever dark, twisted fantasies you have about me, David, rest assured, now I am nothing but a little ol' country grandma. Don't look like any grandma I ever saw. 'Course, both my Grandmas looked like Edward James Olmos. So... is there anything else? Because my lawyer's on his way. Um, I guess we could rev up the old harassment suit. Oh, no, no, no, no. No harassment. I just wanted to see you ... for old times' sake. Rachel: You believe it? Most of the people in this office are too new to know who you are. [chuckles] You're disappointed, aren't you? That people don't know who you are? That I'm still alive. Yeah. A little bit. [knock on door] Raylan: Jesus christ. Your face. Wendy: You didn't come alone. Raylan: What happened? Wendy: Did you come alone? Raylan: What do you think? Wendy: I think you probably got a half dozen guys stacked up behind you at the top of the staircase, another dozen outside covering the windows. Raylan: Don't forget the snpers. [chuckles lightly] Raylan: Where is he? Wendy: I'm sorry. I had no choice. Raylan: Step back. Have a seat on the bed. Wendy: He had Kendal. Said if I didn't help arrange his surrender, cops would catch up to him sooner or later. Kendal was likely to get caught up in the crossfire. Raylan: So you arranged the meeting, and then... What? He change his mind? Wendy: I doubt it. Raylan: Then, again... Where is he? Wendy: He was afraid you'd sh*t him on sight. He said he wasn't even gonna come out in the open unless he knew exactly where you'd be. Raylan: So you made sure I was here. I suppose it should be heartwarming, seeing you choose the brother who's given you nothing but pain over the lawman you swore you'd betray him to. Wendy: Well, a lot's happened since I made you that promise. You know, death has a way of bringing a family together. As I trust you're aware, Darryl's the only brother I got left. Raylan: You're gonna lay that at my feet, huh? Wendy: Ain't that where it belongs? Raylan: All right, Miss Crowe, you did your sisterly duty and you lured me to a place I could be no thrat. Now I want you to tell me where he is. [elevator bell dings] Tim: Hey! Darryl: My name is Darryl Crowe Jr. I'm here to turn myself in. Tim: Somebody grab the kid. Tim: Vasquez didn't even want us to go in there and give the kid a soda. He's terrified. Darryl's lawyer will say that we tried to talk to the kid without a guardian present, get him disqualified as a witness. Raylan: How about Darryl himself? We talking to him? Tim: Kirkland and Vasquez are in there with him. Guess he must've waived the attorney. Raylan: He's probably waiting for his sister. Tim: Mm. Can't be good. Wendy: I want to see my brother. In a moment, Ms. Crowe. First I need ... Wendy: You best not be talking him without representation. Otherwise, I'm gonna see to ... Ms. Crowe! At the moment, I am not interested in your brother. At least, not that one. Kendal. Kendal: I'm not her brother. I'm her son. [sighs] Raylan: Long story. Okay, Kendal. Uh, your brother ... or your uncle ... he, uh... he said that you had something you wanted to tell us. Kendal: I didn't mean to hurt that old man. It just happened so fast. [indistinct conversations] Ava: I would've thought you'd gotten the hole for sure. Nah. I just had to go to Montgomery's office for an hour, listening to him tell me how I act out 'cause I'm afraid of realizing my full potential. [sighs] Any idea what ended the lockdown? Search came up empty, and no one's talking. Their move now is to wait and see who Judith's girls target for retaliation. Ava: Maybe they don't know who did it, either. Come on, Ava. Their asses might be dumb, but they ain't no dumbasses. They'll put this together with their eyes closed. Your best hope now is that I'm not the only one of Judith's girls who wanted to see her taken out. [sighs] Well, guess if this is my last meal, I ought to be grateful that it's ice cream day. Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you ... how'd you get two? Ava: I batted my eyelashes. Best eat up. [light thud] [light thud] Ava: Hmm. So, how did you get there? Hitch? Kendal: Drove. Known how since I was 11. How about the gn? Where did you get that? Mr. Vasquez, I want to make sure the record reflects that although my client is making this statement against the advice of counsel ... Mr. Wagner, we've been over this. Counsel nonetheless expects the state to take his voluntary cooperation into account during charging and sentencing phases. Noted. Kendal, please ... continue. I asked, uh, where you got the gn. Kendal: It was my Uncle Danny's. Figured he'd want me to have it now he wasn't gonna be around to protect me. Why did you bring it with you? You said you were there only to talk to Ms. Brander. Why'd you feel necessity to be armed? Kendal: Law's been hounding my family for years. They don't care we ain't done nothing. Just like they think the world'd be better off without us. Now they went and put my Uncle Danny down like a dog. Matter of time before they come to me the same way. I just wanted to be ready ... protect my Mom, me. [sniffles] What happened when you arrived at Ms. Brander's building? Kendal: Go up to the door, just like that other time I came to see her. Only, this time, when I reached out to ring the bell, the door started to open, like, all on its own. Did you recognize Chief Mullen? Kendal: All I saw was the star on his belt ... same kind as on the man who klled Danny. Thought maybe it was the same man there for me, looking to bury me beside my Uncle. [sniffles] So I put my hand on my gn, just to be ready. You know, just in case. But I wasn't gonna do anything. But the man with the star, he gets surprised seeing me out there ... goes to draw himself. I'm not sure which one of us fired first. 'Cause, like I said, it all happened so fast. [crying] Kendal: All I know is, I didn't want to hurt anybody. I just didn't want to die ... leave my Mama all alone. I got to say, you got some real balls coming back in here. Wynn: Mr. Picker. Boyd: Well, if we don't have this conversation today, we're gonna have it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. And all things being equal, Mr. Picker, I'd rather just get 'er done. I believe you were at the point where you were explaining why you should live. Boyd: Ah. And if my memory serves, I was about to have a cigarette. Now... all due respect, Mrs. Hale... I don't believe it's you... I owe an explanation to. And, Mr. Duffy... I apologize for the failures of our business endeavors. But that being said, there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna beg you for my life. But you are owed something. So what say I give you half of my half of the shipment and we go our separate ways? We don't need this guy. Wynn: Quiet. I'm real low, Boyd. Half of half doesn't make me whole. Boyd: I understand. [scoffs] Our friends in Mexico are furious about the bullshit that happened in the desert. Wynn: I need you to be quiet. They're this close to sending a gddmn ht squad up here. Wynn: I need you to stop. I say we put Boyd Crowder's head in a gddmn box! Wynn: Mr. Picker! Wynn. [sighs] Boyd: You want a cigarette, Mr. Picker? You seem awful nervous. My nerves are fine. Boyd: Well... are you sure? 'Cause nicotine can be a powerful relaxant. [click] Shit'll kll you. [boom] Boyd: Aah! Wynn: [coughing] Boyd: That ringing in your ears ... that's 2 ounces of emulex on a 10-second timer. Now, I may not know a lot about a lot of things, but I do know how to blow shit up. Now, my offer still stands, Mr. Duffy ... half of my half. [coughing] [grunts] [panting] Mike. Lock the door. Now. [both panting] Rachel: Sir? Mhm. Mind shutting that door? Rachel: You leaving us already? Yeah, now that we got a confession on the sh*ting, director wants me back North. Got my own office to run. Rachel: Mm. I'd appreciate if you'd keep me in the loop on Art and, you know, his condition. Rachel: 'Course. Uh, I'll be in touch as soon as there's something to be in touch about. Mm-hmm. Rachel: Any idea who they're sending here to take your place? They're not. As you know, as chiefs, we have to set aside recommendations in the event we ever become incapacitated. Rachel: Mm. Director's inclined to agree with Art's choice for interim chief. Rachel: Which is whom? He didn't tell you? Rachel: [chuckles] Tell me what? Congratulations. Raylan: You got it, Darryl. Darryl: How's that? Raylan: Well, you wanted this to come down to you and me. Now you got it. Darryl: You ain't got no right to talk to me like that. I'm a grieving man fresh off putting my brother in the ground. I got another on the way to juvie. Raylan: You mean "nephew." Darryl: And a sister I need to keep from losing her damn mind. Raylan: You gonna tell me your sad story? Let me tell you a different one. Let me tell you the story of how you went to Alison's, planned to use her to draw me over to show it down. Darryl: "Show it down"? What? Like cowboys? Raylan: You got startled by Art, started blasting without thinking 'cause you're a chickenshit who ain't used to doing his dirty work. That's sad ... as in pathetic. But where it gets real tragic is when you saw on the news who it was you sht and panicked, grabbed Kendal, and somehow convinced him to throw away his life to save yours. Darryl: Man, you crazy. - Raylan: Mm? Darryl: Lawyer just said he ain't gonna do more than a few years. Raylan: Playing it like you don't know what juvie's liable to do to a boy like Kendal. No chance he comes out the same as he went in. Darryl: Good. He could use some toughening up. Sorry to say I let him go pssy. Raylan: Well, I'm just letting you know how this is gonna go. Darryl: Yeah? How's it gonna go? I'm gonna walk up out of here. What? You gonna sht me? Raylan: I ain't gonna kll you, Darryl. Doesn't mean I don't want to. Darryl: Well, that's real complicated. Raylan: Your luck. You sht the one man makes a difference to me. Darryl: Oh, yeah? [elevator bell dings] Oh, he makes a difference? What? Like my brother made to me? Did it feel like that? 'Scuse me. Just so I'm clear... You're not gonna kll me? 'Cause I was worried for a minute. Raylan: Oh, be worried. - Darryl: Yeah? Raylan: 'Cause that web of bullshit you spun around yourself to protect yourself ... I'm gonna use it to strangle the life out of you... and take away everything you got. Then you're gonna wish I'd have blacked you out with a b*llet to the head. Darryl: Well, this feels like one of those "time will tell" deals ... which, as a free man, I have plenty of. Question is... how much time you got? [indistinct conversations] [monitor beeping]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x11 - The Toll"}	foreverdreaming
Wynn: You just missed him. He was here? Wynn: He was in my hotel suite. Why aren't you in your hotel suite? Wynn: He was mrder there. It's a mess. My guy Mikey's cleaning up now. Boyd Crowder is dad? Wynn: Very dad, indeed. I did it myself. How did you do it? Wynn: Two in the chest, one in the brain. Was rote but effective. Where is Mr. Picker? Wynn: Crowder blew him up. It's a long story. Anyway... Mikey's working double duty. I don't believe you. Wynn: Alberto, was it? Alberto, I'm not one to niggle over management styles, but let's say you would let me know you were coming, I could have preserved some proof for you. A head, say, or... a set of teeth. We'll take the skin. Wynn: The skin? Mr. Yoon prefers the skin. Wynn: Like... the scalp or... just everything? You understand that Mr. Yoon will be satisfied with your skin. Wynn: Alberto, fellas... I understand Mr. Yoon is hungry for revenge, if that's not too arch a phrasing, but I'm not the one that he wants. I'm not the one that made promises in the desert and then broke them. That was Crowder. Now Crowder's dad. I helped you. Maybe you did. Maybe not. Wynn: When Crowder set off that redneck I.E.D. and blew a hole in Mr. Picker, I klled him. I'm glad to be rid of him. He was nothing but trouble all along. Go to the car. Get the machete. Si. Mm. Wynn: But that's the past. You want help present tense? I can help present tense. The other one. The bird. Cuervo. The crow. Wynn: Darryl Crowe? Si. Wynn: I know him. I don't like him. You want him? I'll find him. Do that. By sundown tomorrow. Wynn: If not before. And I assume my success would obviate the need for any skinning or skin-related procedures. [high-pitched voice] Housekeeping. Not today. Everybody's got a bug. [normal voice] Aw, man, open up, man. It's Darryl Crowe. Man, what y'all doing, man? It smells like a pig roast. What is it, Darryl? Darryl: I came looking for Mr. Picker. Picker's not here. Darryl: He ain't here? Where he at? I don't know. Darryl: You ain't got no more ribs left over, huh? [groans] [gasps] [both grunting] Darryl: Kung-fu shit don't work on me. Oh, man. What is y'all doing up in here, man? Huh?! I don't know. Darryl: All right, don't pass out on me. I got more questions. Where is Boyd Crowder's dope at? I don't know. [gasps] Darryl: Listen, my experience tells me someone who says, "I don't know," as much as you, they do know. Huh? Huh? I don't know. Wynn: Thanks for turning around. Boyd: Well, you mentioned the name "Alberto." I take it you weren't talking about the waiter from your favorite Mexican restaurant. Wynn: Best stay out of sight. [engine turns over] Boyd: They want my skin. Wynn: Must be a new cartel fad to jazz up the tedium of beheadings. Boyd: [sighs] Well, I knew those bodies would turn up, but it's just we had been driving for so long, I thought for sure we were out of Mr. Yoon's jurisdiction. Wynn: Cheer up, Mr. Crowder. I did you a favor. I told them I excuted you. Boyd: Why? Wynn: Buy you some time. Boyd: Well, I guess I should say thank you, but I take it you had a gn to your head. Wynn: So I bought us both time, sue me. The point is I suggested they get a hotel while I track down Darryl Crowe. Boyd: You need my help. Wynn: Speed up the process. Boyd: So, let me get this straight. You take me off the hook. Then you call me up, and you put me right back on it. Wynn: Figure I do for you and you do for me. Boyd: No, you didn't. You figured if something were to happen to me, you wouldn't get the dope I promised you and your lady friend. Wynn: There is that. [cellphone ringing] Boyd: Your phone, Mr. Duffy. Wynn: Mikey? What? [door opens] Mikey, I ... Got to call you back. Boyd: God damn, Raylan. This is the third important business meeting you've interrupted in a row. You stick a GPS up my ass while I wasn't looking? Raylan: This ain't exactly a stealth bmb. What happened? Last we heard, you had a swanky hotel suite. Wynn: Swanky? Paris is swanky. Lexington's pig shit. Raylan: That attitude may be why they kicked you out. Wynn: I was not kicked out. Tim: That hotel's owned by old-money dixie mafia. Wynn: My suite is being cleaned. The microwave exploded. Rachel: Someone put metal in the science oven? Tim: I finally saw that. Rachel: What did you think? Tim: Needs more Jason Statham. Raylan: What doesn't? Listen, the reason we're here ... Darryl Crowe Jr. Wynn: And you want our help? Rachel: We want you, Mr. Duffy, to know the tags on your vehicle have expired. Tim: Rig it up! [rumbling] Wynn: Hey! Jesus! Tim: She'll sit in impound till the registration's squared away, fees are paid, and blah-de-blah-de-blah. Rachel: And that home-security business, owes those back taxes? I.R.S. is getting involved. Raylan: See, cases like this, we make Darryl's life and that of everyone around him a gddmn calamity. We squeeze and we squeeze until one of his road dogs raises a paw, says, "I'll help." Boyd: [clapping] Has the presentation ended? Raylan: It has. Boyd: Well, if so, allow me to state what should be the obvious, Raylan. Neither I nor Mr. Duffy have any intention of helping the U.S. Marshals service after our borderline unconstitutional arrest hardly more than 24 hours ago. Raylan: Well, consider this, Boyd. We're pulling your file, too. Boyd: What file, J. Edgar Hoover? Raylan: The one that catalogs your every sin, puts you away till hell and gone. Boyd: All that red meat, and only now you're gonna hang it on me? Raylan: We reserve the cards we play until we need them, and now we need them. Boyd: Well, Raylan Givens. Never did I imagine that the cat would trap the mouse with a file. Raylan: The grand jury don't give two shits how you been trapped. [rumbling] Think it over, gentlemen. Until then, take shelter. It's cold out there. Wynn: You got to be kidding me! Son of a bitch! [buzzer] Ava: [sighs] I should have known it wasn't a check for head lice at 4:00 A.M. I don't appreciate you upsetting my routine. Raylan: You cut your hair. Ava: I done a lot of things. What do you want? Raylan: A confederate of Boyd's. A man by the name of Darryl Crowe Jr. Ava: Being away as I am, I don't know any Darryl Crowe Jr. Who's he? Raylan: A man at the top of my list. Ava: What's that got to do with me? Raylan: I can't get him directly. I thought maybe you could help. [Ava scoffs] Why would I help? Raylan: Christian charity. And I can offer you a bump in commissary, maybe get you a nice work detail. Ava: Hmm. So, you want me to, um, pressure Boyd to help you get your man. Please. Unless you can get me clean out of here, we ain't got nothing to talk about. Raylan: That's not an option. Ava: I figured. Raylan: But what I think I hear you saying is you're, uh, open to the idea of helping, so maybe we can work something out. Ava: I'm tired. Let's stop dancing around it. I can't help you. Raylan: Sure, you can. Ava: Boyd and I broke up. Raylan: Patch it up. Ava: I can't help you. Even if I could... I won't. Raylan: Prison's made you hard, Ava. [sighs] It's been building up since about the last punch I took from Bowman. Raylan: Well, I can be hard, too. Seeing as how you're in here for shanking a C.O. in county, how much of a nudge you think I need to give the screws in here, get 'em to look the other way, as concerns your welfare? Ava: Go to hell. Guard! [buzzer] Boyd: Did you tell Darryl that it was my boys that hid the dope? [coughing] Boyd: Mike? Mike! Yeah. Wynn: That's all right, Mikey. I know you fought hard. [Boyd sighs] Hmm. Wynn: Is something amusing you? Boyd: Well, if Darryl wants the dope and everybody wants Darryl, why not just send everybody to the dope? Wynn: Let the marshals and the Mexicans work out who wants him most. Boyd: I'm gonna call Carl, tell him what's coming. Tell him to make it easy but not too easy. Now, you call Alberto. Get him to the old barn in Loyall, the one by the railroad tracks. Wynn: And then what? Boyd: I'm gonna do what I do. [music] [door closes] [elevator bell dings] Your savior has arrived. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ god get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard ♪ ♪ fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪ ♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ 5x12 - Starvation Tim: I mean, we're assuming Crowder's working an angle, right? Rachel: Better question is, what are we prepared to give him? Well, career shit birds always want the sun, the moon, and the gddmn stars. Rachel: Isn't his old lady in the state pen? Raylan: She is. Saw her not long ago. Tim: What's the beef? asault a corrections officer. Raylan: Two of 'em may have broke up, but Boyd claims it's a love for the ages. There's a chance he asks for clemency. Rachel: So we're talking about her release? That's not easy. But it's not impossible. Raylan: If nobody minds, I'll take the first crack at him. Give me your phone. Boyd: What, you ain't got one? Raylan: Give me your phone. [Boyd sighs] Raylan: What do you want? Boyd: Well, I don't know if you heard, Raylan, but I'm a single man now. I'm worn-out. Ain't nothing left for me here. I've even toyed with the idea of leaving the bluegrass state. Raylan: Don't make me repeat the question. Boyd: What I want is a clean slate. I just want to be left alone. I want to start my life anew. Raylan: And here, I was expecting you to change. Boyd: Did I say something funny? Raylan: You are who you are. I find it amusing. No. Enlightening. Boyd: So... Raylan: So you're saying you want us to shelve your file? Boyd: I guess what I'm saying is you want the man that sht your chief, file or no file, you turn the other cheek. So, do we have a deal or not? A funny story. Tim: Funny short story. Boyd: A friend of mine, a refrigerator repairman out in Loyall, was rummaging through an old, broken-down barn. Come across a Philco, wherein he discovered what he believes to be 5 or 6 kilos of heroin. I think they call them "bricks." Tim: Why don't you leave out the parts we'd like to skip? Boyd: Well, I have it on good authority that Darryl Crowe Jr. is looking to build a house with those bricks. In fact, I think he's headed there as we speak. Now, all y'all got to do is catch the man with his hand in the cookie jar. Raylan: We don't want him on felony possession. We want him on attempted mrder. Boyd: Why, Raylan Givens, I'm extending my hand to you. Why you want to bare your teeth? Uh... sidebar? Boyd: Yeah, you all need to talk. Real quick. You ask me, best we get him any way we can. Raylan: Not this way. All I've heard is how slippery of a bastard this guy is. Now we got a chance, you don't want to take it? Tim: It's chicken shit, and you know it. It's how they got Al Capone. Raylan: What about the kid? One thing at a time. Boyd: Now, all you got to do is bring me a map, and I will circle the "x" that marks the spot. Rachel: [chuckles] You're coming with us. [music] [engine backfires] [engine shuts off] [engine sputtering] Dewey: Come on. [indistinct conversations] gddmn blue sky. Did I ever tell you how sick to death I am of it? Ava: I don't know. It reminds me of... Thanks. Did some backyard fighting. Took my lumps. Got hurt bad working the kll floor when I was out in greely. But, shit fre, I didn't get this knocked around even in the mines, and I was in the huff creek collapse. Oh, hell. Darryl: Fellas, normally, I'd be all polite and shit, exchanging pleasantries, grabbing a beer and shit. But I just ain't got that time. Where Boyd's drugs at? [scoffs] Now, you know if we tell you, he'll kll us. Darryl: But I'm gonna hurt you first. [screaming] All right! Darryl: Go on. Ohh! Baby Jesus! Barn in Loyall. By the rail yard. Darryl: See? That was easy, right? This is the worst job in the world! [Wendy sighs] Darryl: You feeling any better? Wendy: What the hell do you think? Darryl: I think some sleep is what you needed. Wendy: No. Nothing but bad dreams. I shouldn't have taken those pills you gave me. I shouldn't have left him. Darryl: You ain't no use if you all nerves. For sure, ain't no use to little Kendal. I'm still all nerves, so just drop it, all right? Darryl: [sighs] I'm just trying to help, sister. Wendy: Why did I come back here? I should have gotten a room up in Lexington, stayed close. I just want him to know I'll be right by his side. [Darryl scoffs] You ain't never been by his side. That's why all this happened, after all. And I ain't laying blame, just putting words to truth. I don't want to dwell on it no more, either, girl. Got to move forward, you know? Dust yourself off. You all right? [clears throat] Look, while you was dozed, I was lining up a lawyer. Best I could find, 'cause, you know, that public defender ain't worth shit. Wendy: Great. Darryl: Except them retainers cost so much gddmn money. You know what I mean? Money we ain't got. Wendy: Well, what do we have? I mean, what can we sell? We got to get the best. Darryl: Don't worry. I'm working on it. I just need you to pick something up for me. Wendy: What? Darryl: It's bad, Wendy. Roll-your-sleeves-up bad. Wendy: It must be bad. You don't even want to touch it. Darryl: Yeah, well, you and I both know that bitch-ass marshal be watching my every move. Got to be smart if I'm gonna be effective. But if you really want to know, I'll tell you what it is. You want to know? Wendy: No. Darryl: Well, I understand. It's in this old barn house. There's a fridge ... Wendy: No! I mean no. I won't do it. Darryl: Look, I need you to listen to me. Look, baby girl, I know ain't none of this been easy. But we came here to settle as a family. And we can still do it. I mean, all this shit we done been through ain't got to be for nothing. What I'm sending you to get is enough for a lawyer and a stake for us and Kendal. But if you don't get this bag I'm sending you to get... [scoffs] Well, we done. Ava: I know you all are hurting. You're hoping to hear something to make you feel better about Judith being gone. I don't have what Judith had. Never believed in the mother of god or any of the heavenly oneness horse shit she preached. For all her talk of sisters looking out for each other, she hurt you. See, I believe... she was wrong, but the message was right. Sticking up for each other. Sticking together. I will be straight with you always. None of this shit of turning girls out for drugs. We say we're gonna look out for each other. Then that's what we got to do ... for real. Okay? If she really ht that screw in county, she's harder than she looks. My brother told me the real story. Guard was psycho. He did himself. Still, she got Judith. Judith was old and on her way out. Blond bitch just got good timing. Yeah, well, she's either lucky or good. We make a move for the business, we'll find out. It's worth the risk, don't you think? Her man put my brother in intensive. I think she got it coming. [spitting] [coughs] What do you think you up to?! Dewey: Oh, uh, hey, ma'am. I'm sorry. Speak up. My ears gone rotten. Dewey: Yeah. I-I-I'm ... I'm in a jam. Okay. Dewey: See, I-I come back to Harlan to get some things I shouldn't have left behind. And now I'm ... I'm gonna gather up them things and leave Kentucky. Gonna go far away. Anywhere but here. Well, not to Mexico. I hate Mexico. You a little touched, ain't you, child? Dewey: No, I just ... I-I-I run out of gas, and, uh, I'd be obliged if I could borrow some. Pitiful thing. You need something to eat? Dewey: Well, I wouldn't say no. It's awful sweet of you to offer. Honest to god, you remind me of my Mammaw. Yes, sir, I'll be right back. Dewey: Uh, if you're just gonna be a minute, y-you mind if I run in, take a shit? Here you go! Nice and hot! You better run, you son of a bitch! Tim: What the hell is this? Boyd: Off the record, I sure would like to kll that redneck son of a bitch. Raylan: Give him this ... Darryl's meticulous about keeping his own hands clean. Rachel: We let it play out. She'll take him the drugs, and we'll get him then. Raylan: Crowe to the core, huh? Wendy: Uh, what are you doing here? Raylan: All the while working me ... sticking by 'em one minute, selling 'em out the next, keeping me off the scent. Wendy: That's not true. Raylan: Playing it like you shared the name but not the curse. I got to admit, I wasn't sure about you, but this move told the truth. You got a dark heart, like the rest. Wendy: I-I don't even know anymore. Raylan: Turn around. Wendy: Wait, w-what are you doing? You can't arrest me. I ... Raylan: Sure I can. I should have done it sooner. Wendy: I didn't do anything. I just walked into the building. What... God, look, I was just trying to help Kendal. Raylan: Kendal tell you to fetch six keys of heroin? Get in the van. Save us your bullshit crying. Take her phone. Make sure she can't call her brother. Well, now that that's gone to shit, plan "B." You're gonna wear a wire. Boyd: Oh, no, I'm not. No, I look good wearing a lot of things, but a wire ain't one of them. Raylan: You will get him to admit, on tape, that he did the shting. Boyd: Well, how the hell am I gonna do that? Raylan: You figure it out. Boyd: "Hey, Darryl, you ever sht somebody, get somebody else to take the fall for it? If so, would you tell me about it at length?" Come on. I don't talk like that. Raylan: Understand this, Boyd ... you will wear a wire. Boyd: You need to understand something, Raylan... I'll wear a wire. [cellphone rings] Darryl: Boyd? Boyd: Darryl Crowe Jr. Well, I heard you wanted to see me so bad you sht my bartender in the leg. He just quit, by the way. Darryl: Yeah, my apologies. Boyd: Well, I appreciate that, but I'd much rather hear it in person you up for a meet? Darryl: Shit, yeah. Boyd: Here's the thing, Darryl. If you want to meet with me, it's for the last time. You and whatever's left of your Florida clan agree to make your fortune in another man's swamp. Darryl: All right. Rachel: That is a silver tongue. Tim: I know I got a boner. Never could swallow Judith's moon-goddess hippie bullshit. Ava: Didn't hold no logic for me, but that's why a magic trick works ... because you believe it works. It does paint a picture of the true believer's weak mind. No offense, Penny. None taken. I'm gonna pop a squat. Ava: Still something underneath all the mumbo jumbo. The way women treat each other. It's like they're fighting over table scraps. I don't mean just in here. Back in high school ... scheming to steal someone else's man, talking behind each other's backs. Girls grow up nipping and s-scratching and whupping each other's ass. It's no wonder when a man does it back... we think it's normal. Until we don't. How most of us ended up in here. [Ava sobbing] Shit, Penny. [toilet flushes] Come on, Ava. We got to get out of here. Tim: Just need to be within 100 yards. Rachel: What if the windows are closed? Tim: No, this NSA shit is next-level. This picks up vibrations off glass. Wendy: So, you really haven't done enough yet to destroy my family, huh? Raylan: I'm done talking to you. Wendy: I mean, first you klled Danny. Now you're trying to entrap Darryl? Raylan: Are you blind or just stupid? He uses y'all for his personal gain, yet y'all stand by him. Wendy: He is an asshle, no doubt, but this whole drug-pickup craziness was just his way of trying to raise money for an attorney for Kendal. Raylan: If he wants to free Kendal, all he's got to do is tell the truth. [scoffs] Raylan: Well, you really buy the bullshit he spews about family. I suppose that's easier than to admit the part you played in all this. Wendy: Trust me, I know I played a part. Raylan: The part you played is smothering that voice in the back of your mind that knows Kendal's innocent. Wendy: You really haven't even considered the obvious, have you? The part I played was bad mother. I failed Kendal, and now he's got to pay the price for it. [indistinct talking over P.A.] [indistinct conversations] You got to ht back, or they'll see you're weak. Like the movie says, they put one of ours in the hospital, we we put one of theirs in the morgue. Ava: This isn't a movie. You're right. They already put her in the morgue. Right there. All right, move. Get out of the way. Wait, wait. What are you doing? I didn't do nothing. I didn't do nothing. [indistinct shouting] You snitch? Ava: No. Hell, no. This is bad, Ava. Ava: No shit. [engine backfires] [engine sputtering] [engine shuts off] [crow cawing] [dog barks in distance] [door opens] Uh-oh. Hey! Dewey! Dewey: I'm mad at you girls. Gave me up to the federals. But what I've been through today, standing here and seeing you two there so... soft... I'm set free of my anger. Uh, okay! Dewey: I ain't gonna lie to you. Dewey Crowe's future ain't what it once was. I'm leaving. Again? Dewey: Yeah. So I'm here for my necklace and my turtle dog. Oh. The ... the turtle thing? I think I have it. Where do I have it? Dewey: Wait. You don't have it? Well, shit, Dewey, it was creepy. I gave away the necklace. Dewey: They was family treasures, god damn it! [toilet flushes] What the hell is that? Him? He's a loyal customer. Who the hell are you? Dewey: I give you a gift, the anus is on you to take care of it, not just give it away to any old dick face happens along. Anus? Dewey: Yeah. You speak english, don't you... dick face? Yo, that's the second time you said that. Ain't gonna be no third. Dewey: Hand over them gator teeth. Make me. What's up? [both grunting] [glass shatters] Give me back my teeth! No! Dewey: They're mine! Worldstar! Dewey: [breathing heavily] So long, girls. [door closes] Darryl: There he is. I appreciate you coming here, home turf and all. Boyd: Well, it's a small concession to make... to fre an employee I never should have hired in the first place. I take it you agree to my terms. Darryl: Mm. Hell, yeah. Boyd: Well, I can't imagine the decision was too difficult. Kentucky ain't been too kind to you and your kin. Darryl: Mm. Yeah. Mm. You know, you and me got along good, right? Ain't got to end it like this, all tense and shit. Now, Mexico? Boyd: Huh. Mexico. Darryl: Yeah. Took care of business. [smacks table] Let's have a drink, man, toast our goodbye. Boyd: Well, I only drink with people that I like or I pretend to like, but I will indulge in one of these cigarettes. Darryl: Shit, I didn't even know you smoked. Boyd: Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, Darryl Crowe Jr. And you never will. Darryl: Ha! Smooth-ass Boyd. Got that good Elmer's tea for you. Boyd: Well, I'd say I'm sorry to hear about your brother, but... Tim: Shit. We got a bogey. Boyd: ...I wasn't his biggest fan, neither. Your nephew, on the other hand... Dewey: All right, you sons of bitches! Hands where I can see them! Boyd: Whoa, whoa! Dewey! Darryl: Hey! Dewey: Now! Boyd: If you want to make the smartest decision you've ever made in your life, you will retrace your steps presto subito! Dewey: Shut up, Boyd! Darryl, you touch that gn on the table, it'll be the last thing you do. Boyd, open the bag. Boyd: Dewey, listen to me. Leave right now while ... Dewey: The bag! Open it! Or you don't think I'll sht?! I will sht ... the way I sht Wade Messer! Yeah, I klled his ass good, man! Two shts! [imitates two gn] Me! Dewey Crowe! Boyd: God damn it, son. Darryl: Shit, Dewey. Dewey: Open it! Darryl: [scoffs] What the shit, Dewey? Dewey: Yeah! That's my heroin! My future! My dream! Darryl: Come on, Dewey. We family. You ain't got to do all this. Dewey: Put the gn in the bag, Darryl. Darryl: Pbht. Cousin Dewey, man. Dewey: Cousin, my ass! How you like me now, huh? How you like me now?! [gn cock] Wait. Dewey: Arrest me? You ought to thank me. I was stopping criminals doing crime. Those two in the room would kll each other 'fore long. Raylan: We got you on tape, Dewey, talking heroin, big dreams. Dewey: You heard that? Raylan: About Messer, too. Dewey: Messer! I was kidding, man! Raylan: That's a good defense. Go with that. [cellphone ringing] Givens. [police radio chatter] Watch your head. Dewey: This it, then, Raylan? No final words, put Dewey Crowe in his place? Raylan: My advice ... stop talking about yourself in the third person. Makes you sound like a fool. Dewey: Third person? What, this guy? Man, I don't understand you. Ava: I appreciate you coming. Raylan: If it's an apology for sending me to hell, I'll take the kindness. It's been one of the more frustrating days in recent memory. Ava: It's not an apology. Hard to believe you think it's me owes you. Raylan: Fair enough. So, why am I here? Ava: I thought about your proposal. Raylan: And? Ava: I changed my mind. About Boyd. Raylan: Huh. Ava: Yeah, I'm gonna talk to him. I'm gonna get him to cooperate. But you've got to get me released. Raylan: Okay, but, uh ... Ava: Look, look, I know it's a bigger ask that privileges, but it's the way it's got to be. I'm liable to get snuffed in here soon. Raylan: You're too late. Ava: What? Raylan: Boyd already cooperated. Ava: No. Raylan: He did. Ava: No. Raylan: You missed your chance. I'm sorry. Ava: [sighs] Raylan: Look... you're in that much danger, I'll do what I can, but... Ava: [scoffs] Wait. What did Boyd ask for in return? Raylan: Nothing. Ava: No, no. Boyd didn't cooperate with the law and gain nothing. What was it? Raylan: A clean slate. Ava: What does that mean? Raylan: It's Boyd, Ava. Who the hell knows what it means? I'll do what I can. [buzzer] [door opens] The facts are cut and dried. There were six kilos of heroin in the bag. A bag Mr. Crowe never touched. Darryl: Look, I know my rights, man. You need to get me some apple juice or something, man. Root beer or something. As soon as I review the transcripts in detail, I'm sure they'll confirm that there is nothing incriminating on any of these recordings. Maybe. Maybe not. We can still hold your client on suspicion of criminal conspiracy. Darryl: The only crime is Boyd was supposed to bring me a fresh bag of clothes for my road trip, now all this. Mr. Crowe, please. You want to detain my client? By all means, please, do that, and I'm sure you'll welcome the harassment suit that I bring against you, Mr. Vasquez. Darryl: Unh. Yeah. Get at 'em. As to holding Ms. Crowe... Mm. [elevator bell dings] Boyd: You missing all the action. Where you been off loitering? Raylan: I saw an old acquaintance. Boyd: Well, you got your fish in the boat. I think you're gonna have to put him back in the water. Raylan: I do, he'll likely want to kll you, huh? Boyd: Well, I don't know. You pretty good. I figure you'll get to him first. Raylan: Why are you still here? Boyd: You have my phone. Just excuse me for one second, please. Just... Where to? Raylan: Upstairs. Boyd: Uh, Raylan, you have my phone! [sighs] Your honor, he feels this is the only option left, the only way to move forward. Judge Reardon: And you agree with him? No, personally, I don't like the play. But, yes, I agree, we've exhausted our options. Judge Reardon: Well, what are the odds it could work? I'm not as familiar with the parties as ... Raylan: 50/50. Judge Reardon: Jesus Christ on a lunch box. That's a big bet. High stakes. If you're correct, the boy didn't do it ... Raylan: He absolutely did not do it. Judge Reardon: Well, that makes it worse. Raylan: Talking about a matter of degrees. [sighs] Deputy, you know how I got my nickname? Raylan: Your famous reputation. Judge Reardon: Truth is, the tail wagged the dog on that one. Now, back in the day, I told all the prosecutors to call me the Hammer. Knew it would put the defense attorneys back on their heels ... "Pray, Jesus, don't let me draw the hammer." It worked. Mm. Having the name means I don't have to act on it all the time. So, no matter what you may have assumed... this is not an easy sell. Raylan: I don't come to this decision lightly. But I see no other way to starve Darryl Crowe of his means. Once you fre this bllet, it don't go back in the barrel. Boyd: Oh, come on, man. Give me my phone. Raylan: Get out of my way, Boyd. Boyd: Hey, I helped you out, Raylan. Now, I want to know where we stand on our deal. Raylan: You want to know where we stand? Let me tell you. Boyd: Tell me. Raylan: You said you'd help us get him. You didn't get him. So we'll be proceeding to convene a grand jury, bring charges against you as soon as possible. Boyd: Are you back to that file bullshit? Raylan: Bullshit? There it is. Thick with the names of the suffering and the dad, and many felled by your own hands. A trail of human wreckage you've left rotting in jail cells and cold graves throughout this state. And why? Because they had the poor judgment to believe your lies and follow your tune. Well, it's high time that tune reached a shuddering crescendo. Boyd: What about the file on Raylan Givens? It must be just as thick. And I know there's a page in there waiting to be filled out with the details of the role you played in the demise of Nicky Augustine. Rachel: Are you implying Raylan was party to the mrder of Nicky Augustine? Boyd: Oh, I'm not implying anything, ma'am. I'm stating. Tim: Well, that's all done with. That case was sewn up tight. Got a sworn affidavit it was an FBI turncoat. Rachel: That's right. It's yesterday's news. This is today. [chuckles] My phone. [drawer opens] [elevator bell dings] Jimmy. You got those last six keys? I do. Boyd: Put them in the ceiling above my desk, then ht the road. Tell Carl to do the same. Storm clouds are gathering, son, and I think this flood is gonna be epic. Yeah. Yeah, Boyd. I hear that. [cellphone thuds] Ms. Crowe, your son is looking at three years of juvie lockup if he is tried as a minor. But that is not gonna happen. Pending approval from the attorney general, which we will have by morning, Kendal will be tried for attempted mrder of a federal officer as an adult. Wendy: What?! That's right. Which carries a mandatory sentence of 40 years to life. Wendy: No! That ... No! Who did this?! Raylan: I did. [music] ... Previously on "Justified"... Art: You're ht! Alison: I-it's not me. It's you. Tim: He went out in the ambulance. Hasn't opened his eyes since. Raylan: I don't suppose he thought to tell the EMTs who did this to him. Dewey: I got your shit. You all are gonna bring me $250,000. I just want my money and get the hell out of here. You got my money? Danny: You don't got any money, dickhead. Boyd: What say I give you Half of my half of the shipment and we go our separate ways? I say we put Boyd Crowder's head in a gdd*mn box! Wynn: Mr. Picker! Boyd: Aah!	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x12 - Starvation"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified".... You sht the one man makes a difference to me and somehow convinced Kendal to throw away his life to save yours. Darryl: Man, you crazy. Boyd Crowder is dad? Wynn: Very dad, indeed. The other one? Wynn: Darryl Crowe? Sí. You want him? I'll find him. By sundown tomorrow. Wynn: I told them I excuted you. I suggested they get a hotel while I track down Darryl Crowe. Boyd: A friend of mine discovered what he believes to be 5 or 6 kilos of heroin. I think they call them "bricks." Darryl Crowe Jr. is looking to build a house with those bricks. Raylan: We don't want him on felony possession. We want him on attempted mrder. Ava: I thought about your proposal about Boyd. I'm gonna talk to him. I'm gonna get him to cooperate. Raylan: You're too late. Boyd already cooperated. Boyd: Now, I want to know where we stand on our deal. Raylan: You said you'd help us get him. You didn't get him. So we'll be proceeding to bring charges against you A.S.A.P. Boyd: Jimmy? You got those last six keys? I do. Boyd: Put them in the ceiling above my desk, then ht the road. Yeah, Boyd. [cellphone thuds] Kendal will be tried for attempted mrder of a federal officer as an adult. Wendy: Who did this?! Raylan: I did. 5x13 - "Restitution" Tim: Everything we've been through to get them here, now you want to cut them loose. Raylan: They can't hang themselves if we don't give them any rope. Rachel: What about Wendy? Raylan: I want to keep her here a bit. Rachel: But if we're not charging her... Raylan: We can hold her for a couple of hours. Rachel: I know we can hold her. Just trying to figure out what it is you're up to. Darryl: Hey! You ain't just walking away from this bullshit, man. Tim: Easy, now, Darryl. Darryl: What, you got some personal shit against my family, huh? Raylan: You want to confess, we'll listen. Otherwise, you should go. Darryl: Yeah, how about I just smack the shit out of you right here? Wendy: Jesus christ, Darryl. Would you please not make it worse? Raylan: Don't worry. He won't. Staying out of jail's the whole point. Darryl: Yeah, you big and tough around all these marshals. Why don't we step outside? You ain't so big and tough, right? Raylan: I ain't your problem, Darryl. Darryl: And what is? Raylan: Kendal is. He'll be here soon for arraignment. He hears the full weight of the charges against him, I got a feeling his story might change. We both know what happens then. Darryl: I'm gonna tell you what happens then. I'm gonna go that good lawyer I was speaking to. Ain't no way in hell y'all are charging him as an adult. Let's go, Wendy. Rachel: We're holding her. Darryl: Why? Rachel: Because we said so. Darryl: I'm gonna go take care of this, Wendy, all right? I'll be back soon. You and me, Raylan. That's a gddmn promise. [elevator bell dings] [indistinct talking] Raylan: Your brother ain't coming back. Wendy: Go to hell. Raylan: Right now, he's making a list, and it does not include coming back to defend your child. Wendy: Darryl was right. That boy makes one awful mistake, and you're prepared to throw his entire life away for it. Raylan: You're wrong about Darryl. You're wrong about Kendal. I'm gonna prove that to you. Darryl: [shouts] [grunts] Hey, you that other marshal, huh? Tim: Yeah, I'm gonna need you to keep your hands where I can see them, Darryl. Darryl: I ain't trying to start no shit. [inhales sharply] I'm just tired. I'm trying to see ... is there a motel around here I could go catch a couple, two, three hours of sleep? Tim: Well, there's a motel 6 over where the 75 hits the 60. Darryl: Is that right? Tim: Yeah. Darryl: I don't know the area too well. You think I could follow you? [Tim chuckles] The way this works, Darryl... Darryl: Mm. Tim: ...is I follow you around. Darryl: Well, suit yourself. That car don't look too good for sleeping, though. Tim: You know, my second tour in Afghanistan... Darryl: Yeah? Tim: ...me and my spotter spent four days on a freezing mountain, just watching this village where someone thought Mustafa Mohamed Falhid might be hiding. Darryl: Mm. Tim: So while I appreciate your concern, this here? This may as well be a slow night in the champagne room for how comfortably erect I'm gonna be watching your bitch ass squirm about. Darryl: Okay. Tim: You need anything else? Darryl: Well, you all catch him? Tim: Oh, you don't what to know what we did to that guy. Darryl: Mm. [breathes deeply] Well, if you want to cuddle, you know where to find me. Tim: Oh, yeah. Darryl: Two knocks, I'll hold you real good. [muffled shout in distance] Drop the gn, Boyd. Boyd: Well, that's one way to go. The other way is, I sh*t you. See if I can get your amigo before he gets me. You could do that. But how are you going to get him? [Boyd sighs] You should know ... your friend tried to escape to warn you when he heard your keys in the door. Boyd: He's a good man. He was. [gn] [muffled shout] Boyd: No! [muffled whimpering] Boyd: No! You were told no bodies could be found in Mexico. [whimpering stops] So now the bodies of those responsible will be found in the U.S. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪ ♪ god get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road ♪ ♪ trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Wynn Duffy told us he klled you. Boyd: Well, maybe I took a page from the book of mark and have risen. I wasn't sure, after you saw us, if you would come back. Well, Alberto, to be quite honest, I didn't think that you were in town for me. Was it that? Or was it that you needed these before you ran? Boyd: I didn't execute those men in the desert. You were the one who made promises. Boyd: Darryl Crowe is who you want. We want both of you. You have until noon. Deliver him quickly, you die quickly. [sighs] Hey. [exhales slowly] [sighs] Boyd: Well, Mr. Yoon has got you mighty paranoid, don't you think? [chuckles] I will see everything you send. Screw with me, you will be begging for a bllet. [door opens] Raylan: How you doing, Kendal? Kendal: Better when you tell me what the hell I'm here for. Raylan: You're a tough kid. I get it. I'm just here to talk, off the record ... see if there's anything you want to say, any questions you got before your arraignment. Kendal: I'm fine. Raylan: Fair enough. Anything I can get you before we start? Kendal: You still got that coffee machine? Raylan: The one with the good cocoa? [Kendal chuckles softly] Raylan: [chuckles] Yeah, I think that can be arranged. By the way, a federal judge has approved the U.S. Attorney's request to try you as an adult. Kendal: What? Raylan: You hadn't heard about that? Yeah, A.U.S.A. has decided you're gonna take the full weight of your crime. Means you ain't going to juvie now. You're looking at 40 years to life, hard time, federal penitentiary. I'll get you the cocoa. [indistinct conversations] Ava: [sighs] Guess it's true what they say about hard times showing you who your friends are. I'm going with them, Ava. Just felt like I had to tell you to your face. Ava: Nikki, you know I ... What I know is, only two of us saw Genny come out of that bathroom. Which means, if you're not the snitch, then I must be. I'm sorry, Ava. Yesterday, your little coven wouldn't let me get near you. Today, I walk up. They don't even blink. Ava: Yesterday, you had the frauleins with you. My girls were just keeping it fair. Maybe your girls realize it don't pay to associate with a snitch. Ava: I... didn't... snitch. Others say different. Ava: Well, here we are, just the two of us. You want to make this our time? Because it might not go the way you think. Which of you think I snitched Genny to the hacks? Think again. I didn't snitch when my hair got chopped. Hey, Gretchen ... I snitch when my hair got chopped? Oh, you got nothing to say now. How's that? Maybe 'cause you're the one snitched out your own girl. You must be using your own product, 'cause you saying some crazy shit. Ava: Makes sense, knowing you come at me yourself, my old man'll snuff out your beloved brother. I want you... I'll come get you. Ava: Nah, nah, nah. You rather have someone else do your dirty. Word for someone like that where I'm from is "coward." Crowder! Get off that gddmn table. Crowder! [door opens] [Raylan sighs] Kendal: 40 years? Raylan: Yeah. Kendal: That's bullshit. Raylan: Oh, I promise you it's very real. Nothing you can't handle. You handled growing up with Darryl and Danny, you can handle this. Hell, I saw the way you walked in the marshal's office right after you did it like it was nothing. You're a stone-cold badass, boy. Kendal: Yeah, but 40 years? Raylan: Let me get those off. Make it easier for you to drink your cocoa. Say, what's the first thing you ever klled? You're from Florida, right? Gator, maybe. Kendal: When I was 11. Raylan: I was 11, too, or thereabouts. Wasn't a gator, though. Will Hendricks' pig got out of its pen, went feral, started tearing up my mama's vegetable patch. Arlo built the trap, caught it, gave me a gn, said, "get 'er done." [chuckles] You ever see a pig that's gone feral? Nasty. Tusks grow. They get dirty, ill-tempered. They don't look bad from a distance, but... get up close, best watch your ass. You hook the gator before you...? Kendal: Danny hooked him. Wanted to do it himself, but Darryl said it was my time. Raylan: Well, there you are, pointing that gn at something that's staring back at you, right? Longer I stood there, the less I wanted to do it. Not that I had a choice. Arlo'd tan my hide if I didn't. Kendal: Danny called me a pssy. Raylan: Ain't about being a pssy, though, is it? No small thing, taking a life. Hell, my hand was shaking so bad, first sht nearly missed. [chuckles] Pig squealing, bucking, spraying blood. [inhales deeply] Put three more shts just to get it to lay still. I knew I should have felt good about it, but... I didn't. Walked home, stepped through the front door, and threw up. That's when Arlo called me a pssy. [chuckles] He bat the shit out of me, too. Started thinking less about what I'd done to that pig and more about what I'd like to do to Arlo. Kendal: Well, did you do it? Raylan: Not as such. I always wondered, though, if I didn't join the marshals just to prove something to him ... what a badass I was. Maybe just to spite him. He hated me being a lawman. And I knew. I knew when I joined that... I might have to sht someone in the line of duty. But first time it happened, god damn if it wasn't the same feeling ... sick to my stomach. Just kept asking myself if there was something I could have done different short of pulling my gn. What was it like for you? Kendal: What, the gator? It's a gddmn dinosaur. Who gives a shit? Raylan: No, the other day. Kendal: What? Raylan: The other day, when you sht that man. Kendal: Like I said, it was ... all I saw was a star on his belt. Didn't mean for anybody to get hurt. Raylan: Your cocoa's getting cold. Wendy: [sobs] All right. He didn't do it. Raylan: No shit. Wendy: So what do we do? Raylan: You wear a wire. You get Darryl talking. He admits to shting art, Kendal's off the hook. Wendy: Raylan, you listen to me ... I can't wear a wire. Raylan: It's the only chance your boy's got. Wendy: No. Raylan, if I walk in there to see Darryl and you guys are sitting out front in your van, he's gonna smell it on me. Raylan: We hear anything, we go in. Wendy: I will be dad by the time the door opens. Do you understand me? A wire is not an option. Raylan: Well, then you got a problem, don't you? [engine turns over] [tires screech] [horns honking] Darryl: Yeah. [door opens] Boyd: Like I said, you ain't gonna find him at Audrey's. The man is laying low. He's afraid of retribution for the marshal he sht. [speaking Spanish] [door opens, closes] Boyd: This y'all's first time in the States? Oh, come on, now. You ain't got to be like that. I know you speak English. Are you gonna deny a condemned man a little conversation? We've been here before. Boyd: And you like it? Some of it. Boyd: Well, that just means you ain't seen enough of it. [scoffs] Boyd: How would you like to stay here permanently, start working for the other side? This is as straight an offer as I can make. Now, Alberto walks back in this room, you kll him. And in exchange, I make you full partners in my organization. I have an opening on my crew, as you well know. Now, the first order of business ... we sell that off, we split the profits, and we go have us one hell of a weekend in Las Vegas, Nevada. Now, you ever been? Now, some folks say Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth. Well, I promise those folks ain't never partied with Boyd Crowder in Sin City. And all you got to do is kll one man who don't give two shits about either one of you. Start your life anew. This is your moment. Right now. This is your moment. Qué? He says we kll you, he'll give us the dope, make us his cómplices. Quite an offer. Anything else? Take us to Vegas. Some drinking, some gambling, and then you all screw? Boyd: You know what your problem is, Alberto? You just don't know how to talk to people. [laughter] How many times we been to Vegas? Six? Seven? [scoffs] More. This dude is hilarious, 'Berto. You sure we can't take him back with us? We'll put him in a cage, like a parrot. You have 15 minutes, Boyd. Something else you would like to try? I hope it's better than that. [chuckles] [cellphone ringing] [cellphone beeps] Darryl: Hey, sis. How you holding up? Wendy: Well, I'd be a whole lot better if the gddmn marshals would stop harassing this family. Darryl: What now? Wendy: You know that whole thing about trying Kendal as an adult? That was bullshit. Darryl: You sh1tting me? Wendy: No. It was a ploy. They were trying to trick him into lying, saying you sht the chief. Darryl: Jesus Christ. Wendy: Well, I'll tell you what. They crossed the line. You and I are gonna sue the shit out of the United States Marshals service. Darryl: A lawsuit? No. Hey, you gonna just piss these people off more. Wendy: Listen to me, Darryl, okay? Heroin ain't working out. Neither's the whorehouse. Now, I think you and I both know ye ain't long for Kentucky, and I will be goddamned if I'm leaving here empty-handed. This here's our payday. This is what we've been waiting for. Right? I just left the hotel. I'm gonna stop by Audrey's, get a drink. You gonna be there? Darryl: Yeah, I'm here. [breathes deeply] Rachel: Wendy Crowe? Raylan: Cut her loose about an hour ago. Rachel: What? Why? Raylan: Woman knows the truth, still wouldn't help. She left here in quite a fragile state, though. Rachel: Raylan. Raylan: Oh, what's the worst could happen? She does Darryl harm? Rachel: More like he does her harm. Raylan: Maybe that's not such a bad thing, either. Rachel: That boy in there? She's his mother. Raylan: I know. And I called tim, gave him the heads up. Told him to keep an eye out. Rachel: Well, Darryl just blew through a red light. Tim tried to follow, but he got taken out. He's all right. I'm on my way to get him. Darryl's in the wind. Raylan: Shit. [sighs] [doors close] [sighs] [elevator bell dings] [doors open] [sighs] Time's up, and no word from Mr. Crowe. You have good hunting around here? Boyd: Not bad. My daddy used to take me and my brother when we was young, but I didn't much care for it. Prefer to hunt animals who have a chance to fight back. My father took me as well... to the Sonoran desert. Boyd: Ah. Hunting big game, like scorpions and lizards and whatnot? [chuckles] Mostly bighorn sheep and mule deer. We'd spend the morning making our kills, take them back to our campsite, where my father taught me how to skin them. The first cut, you make right down the belly. Bleed the animal, remove the insides, careful not to puncture the bladder. Next, you remove the genitals. Now... you are ready to the take the skin. Cut first at the ankle joints, snap the tendons, start to peel back the pelt. The trick is to remove it in one piece. It's easiest when the animal is still warm. Boyd: You want me shit my pants, Alberto? 'Cause it seems to me, that'd make your job a hell of a lot more unpleasant. You see, I know real pain. Shit you can't even imagine. Now, you want to put me out of my misery? How 'bout you stop running your gddmn mouth and do whatever it is you got to do. [cellphone buzzes] Seems you have risen from the grave, Mr. Crowder. He'll meet us, but not here. He wants to meet at your woman's place in the country. Boyd: Well, I guess you'd better tell him we'll be there. [indistinct talking] Ava: What? You want to tell me what that was in the yard ... what the hell you're thinking? Ava: I'm thinking I can't let her spread lies about me. So you call her out? Ava: I'd rather have to face just one enemy than an entire prison's worth. Gretchen's got to come back over the top. Ava: She wants to fight, we'll fight. I'm not just gonna lie down. Gretchen's not planning to fight you. She plans to kll you. Ava: She can't do that. Her brother. She's been going around, telling everyone she don't give a shit about her brother. You're dad. I were you, I'd keep to the group areas as much as possible, shower separate from her and her girls. Ava. [screams] [indistinct shouting] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Hey, break it up! Hey, hey, hey! [shouting continues] This is your woman? Boyd: She ain't my woman anymore. But this is her house. Boyd: It is. In my experience, that means not only should you not be in her house, she should also have yours. Boyd: Huh. Hey. The Crowe. [man speaks Spanish] Wait. Don't spook him. [vehicle approaches] Okay, bring him in. [engine shuts off] He tries anything, empty your clips. Tim: Well, bad news, boys. It's the U.S. Marshal's service. Rachel: It case it weren't obvious, this is the part where you drop your gn. Tim: [speaks Spanish] Boyd: Mi amigo. Whoa, whoa, whoa. [speaks Spanish] Boyd: Whatever you just said, now, those are federal agents out there. Now, you fre that gn, that's gonna bring them in here awful quick, don't you think? Alberto. Not a word. Boyd: [sighs] Rachel: Keep your hands where we can see them. Marshals. There a problem here? Rachel: What do you think, asshle? I think we have a boss, just like you. The difference is, we show up empty-handed, our boss will kll us. So, because you are gn and outnumbered, I'm giving you one chance to get back into that car and drive away. Tim: You have three seconds before we kll every one of you. If you say so. Boyd: [shouts] [grunts] [grunts] [gn stops] Rachel: Drop the wapon. Boyd: Ah, darling. Rachel: Drop it. Boyd: I would ... I would raise my hands and surrender if I could. [police radio chatter] Boyd: Have you ever pulled of a sht like that, Mr. Ranger snper? Tim: Good guys don't need to sht people with their hands cuffed, Crowder. Boyd: Well, you ever want me to teach you how, you just say the word. Tim: I'll keep that in mind. And when I say "I'll keep that in mind," what I mean is, "stop talking to me." [door opens] Boyd: Oh, well let me guess. You're appreciative and grateful for my quick-thinking heroics. Rachel: Ain't even gonna pretend to be sorry for walking us into an ambush, are you? Boyd: Oh, well, on the contrary. Now, what I did... was keep Darryl Crowe Jr. alive, thereby ensuring that a 15-year-old boy doesn't spend the rest of his life behind bars for a crime his uncle committed. Tim: What you did was use us to save your own ass. Boyd: Well, if my survival is a happy by-product of my selfless act, so be it. Rachel: You're gonna walk away from all this, and we're gonna have to live with that. But I'm gonna go back to Lexington, take that file Raylan has on you, and make it my sole purpose on this Earth to ensure you receive every ounce of punishment you have coming your way, and then some. Have a nice day, Boyd. Ava: Shoulder's out again. Lay back. Ava: [grunts] [groans] You got yourself in one hell of a mess now. Ava: I was trying to get myself out of one. Better I get shivved in a dark hallway, bleed to death on a cold prison floor? [grunting] Least I'm safe in here. [cracks] [screams] [moans] All right. It's in. You're good. [Ava sighs ] So, what you gonna do when hey put you into gen pop? Ava: [sighs] You got any suggestions? I'm listening. Well, you being alive is good for business. So believe me when I tell you, you got two choices. Either you spend the next five years here, in solitary, which is a death of a different kind, or you be prepared to fight, every day, till they let you out. I'll check on you tomorrow again if I can. Darryl: Hey. Wendy: Hey. Darryl: So, they ain't gonna try him as an adult? That's good news. You want a drink? Wendy: No. I don't want a drink. Darryl: Something wrong? Wendy: Kendal didn't sht that man. Darryl: He tell you that? Wendy: Well, he didn't have to. I know my own gddmn son, Darryl. Darryl: You do, huh? Wendy: What do you think? Darryl: Where'd I take him for his 10th birthday? What'd he want more than anything in the world, and I give it to him? Wendy: I don't know, Darryl. Darryl: That's right. You don't know, 'cause you wasn't there. You a deadbeat mom. Don't know shit about your own son. Ha! Wendy: You know what I do know shit about, though, is you. And I know you did this. Darryl: You don't know nothing. You have no idea how hard it is to take care of a family. Wendy: Taking care of family? What, you mean like how you took care of Dilly? Darryl: Dilly left us. Wendy: No. No, he didn't. That is bullshit, Darryl. Don't bullshit me. I ain't stupid. What, you think I wouldn't understand why you did what you did? You think I would blame you? I know that Dilly was gonna drag the rest of us down with his bullshit. You were given an impossible job, daddy getting klled the way he did. Darryl: And hard choices had to be made. Family business was in trouble. Wendy: Yeah, it's not like Danny or Dilly would have done anything, but... Darryl: Nope. Wendy: ...here's what I don't understand, Darryl. [voice breaking] Why didn't you tell me about it? Darryl: 'Cause you ain't never want to hear nothing! Right?! Wendy: [sobbing] I'm sorry. Darryl: No, you ain't! Wendy: Yes, I am. [sniffles] I abandoned you just when you needed me most. I was never there for you. Darryl: Leave it all on me. Wendy: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. All you were ever trying to do was keep the family safe. [sniffles] Darryl: That's all I was trying to do. Wendy: I understand. I do. But, Darryl, I'm trying to tell you right now that I'm here with you. I understand. I mean, you just ht back because they klled Danny. I mean, you were just trying to do whatever daddy would've done. Darryl: Mm. Wendy: Things went wrong, and you panicked. But I'm here to tell you right now that I am here for you. I'm here for you, Darryl. I understand. Darryl: I ... I didn't have no idea to sht the man. It just happened. I figured Kendal'd go to juvie ... no big deal. That'd be it. All this shit just happened. I'm sorry. I am. Wendy: Thank you, Darryl. I got what I needed. [inhales deeply, sniffs] Darryl: You're welcome. Wendy: No, I mean, I got what I needed. [sniffles] Darryl: You recording me? Wendy: Every word. [sniffles] Darryl: You a dirty, rotten, nasty bitch. Wendy: Well, I guess we all get the family we deserve, right, Darryl? Darryl: You know good and well I ain't gonna let you walk up out of here with that, right? Wendy: What are you gonna do, kll me? Darryl: Mm. Give me that phone, Wendy, or I'm gonna take it and stick it down your gddmn throat. Wendy: Well, that'd be a real ballsy move, wouldn't it, Darryl? [gn cocks] How are you gonna do it without your balls? Darryl: You ain't gonna use that. Wendy: I trusted Kendal with you, you son of a bitch. Raylan: Uh, what did I miss? Darryl: Hey, man, she got a gn. Raylan: Yes, I can see that. Darryl: Well, ain't you gonna do something about it? Raylan: What do you want me to do, Darryl? sh*t her? She's your sister. She's family. Man can't come in between family. Hell, you know that better than anyone. Wendy: [whimpers] [gn] Darryl: [shouts] Wendy: [gasps] Raylan: Wendy. Wendy: [breathing heavily] [gn] Darryl: [shouts] [thud] Raylan: Wendy. Now'd be a good time to put that gn down. Wendy: [sniffles] Darryl: You did... [muttering, gurgling] Raylan: Didn't I tell you you were gonna wish I klled you? Well, don't you? I.V. Therapist, 4-east. I.V. Therapist, 4-east. He's a lot less cranky here than he is at home. Tim: Well, you should just get a morphine drip for home. [laughter] Hey, Raylan. He woke up last night. Raylan: They all treating you all right? Art: Don't even have to get up to piss. Raylan: Well, don't get too comfortable. [chuckling] Art: Not likely. Rachel: Well, we promised Leslie we wouldn't wear him out. Tim: We'll see you tomorrow, chief. Art: Okay. [clears throat] Raylan: Catch up with you later. Tim: Yeah. Rachel: Loving your parking space, by the way. Art: You stay out of that. [laughs] Art: Did you come to say goodbye? Raylan: I think you're gonna be all right. Art: No. I mean, did you talk to Dan? Raylan: Dan? No, why? Art: Dan Grant said he had a spot for you down in Florida. Raylan: When did this happen? Art: The day after you asked me to transfer you. [clears throat] I would have told you sooner, but I didn't want to bother you on your vacation. How's Alison? I told you, honey. She came by here before you woke up, and she left you a lovely card. I'm gonna let you boys talk. Art: Was Darryl Crowe, wasn't it? Raylan: Yeah. Art: [breathes deeply] Did you kll him? Raylan: No, but he's dad. Art: Act of god? Raylan: [chuckles softly] Art: Thank you. Raylan: Get some rest. I'll see you again before I go. Art: Darn. Winona: Are you serious? This is ... is really happening? [baby coos] Raylan: Yeah, yeah ... paperwork's been filed. Just as matter of routine approvals. I'll be there, all moved in, in a few weeks. [baby coos] [chuckles] Winona: [chuckles] Raylan: [sighs] Please tell me those are tears of joy, Winona. Winona: Yeah. Did you hear that, sweetie? Daddy's coming home so that mama can finally take a nap. [baby coos] I know! Raylan: God damn, she's beautiful. Now is not the right time, Raylan. Raylan: Real-estate prices in Miami are a touch high, but I know a Realtor. [sighs] Wynn Duffy, Katherine Hale, who, by the way, had my boss mrder to derail her husband's trial. Raylan: Bit of a prick, but still better than the last one I had to deal with. What else? Robert Quarles, bodies in Mexico, narcotics trffick. Raylan: All closed cases. The Crowes. Raylan: Includes the Crowes. My report's right there on the desk. Wendy acted in self-defense. Raylan: That's what it says in my report, yes. Wendy: She says she and the boy are also heading to Florida. Raylan: I have a feeling our paths won't cross. You don't see it, do you ... the common thread that runs through it all? Raylan: All due respect, if it doesn't have to do with sunny skies and beaches, there's nothing for me to see. The man at the center of everything. Raylan: Who? Me? Rachel: Boyd Crowder. Raylan: What? You familiar? Raylan: Hold up. You're saying you're going after Boyd Crowder? I'm sorry. Have you not been listening? Raylan: What are we talking about? How serious are you? Coffin serious. We're going after him under the Rico statute. We're gonna bury him. 50 years, minimum. Raylan: And you want me to help? Rachel: Before you go? Yeah. Raylan: Well, why didn't you just say so? [cellphone ringing] Boyd: Hello? Hello, Boyd. Boyd: I owe you some money or something, Mr. Geist? [laughs] On the contrary, I'm calling with good news. Ava's being released. Boyd: I'm sorry. Could you say that again? Your fiancée is being released from prison. Boyd: I-I don't, uh... I-I don't ... I don't understand. Well, first, her cell mate back at Harlan detention center changed her story, decided to come clean. Then, the guard in question ... Boyd: Albert Fekus. Recanted his statement. You still there, Boyd? Boyd: Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. The case fell apart. I believe she'd like to speak with you. Boyd: Put her on. Ava: Boyd? Boyd: This really happening? Ava: [inhales deeply] Looks that way. Boyd: Well, can I, uh ... you need ... you need a ride or anything? Ava: Geist is already here. Says he'll take me wherever I need to go. Boyd: Well, all right. Ava: I was thinking maybe I'd go to the country house. Boyd: Well, as fate would have it, I'm... I'm standing on your front porch now. Ava: Well, there's still the paperwork to be done, and then the drive. But I should be home in a few hours. Boyd: I'll be waiting. [engine shuts off] Well, I'll give you two some time. Ava: Thank you. [car door opens, closes] [engine turns over] Boyd: Well, I bet it feels good to be home. [Ava chuckles] Boyd: Yeah. Ava: Are those bllet holes? [sighs] It's been a tough couple of months, Ava. I, uh ... I had something that I was supposed to take care of tonight, but it can wait until in the mor ing. Can I ... can I make you something to eat? Ava: No, you should go ahead. Be nice to have some time alone. Boyd: Okay. What happens now, Ava? Where do we go from here? Ava: Now... I take a bath, I put on my pajamas, and I sleep. Boyd: Mr. Duffy. You're a tough man to get ahold of these days. Wynn: I lied to the cartel on your behalf, Mr. Crowder, so excuse me if I wasn't answering my phone till the situation resolved itself. Boyd: The situation didn't "resolve itself." I resolved it for you. Do we need to check your pockets for cigarettes? Boyd: Ah, no, ma'am. I decided to leave that pack at home for the evening. But there is a package on the front seat of my truck should put a smile on both your faces. Be a peach, Mikey. So, what are you gonna do now, Boyd? Boyd: Well, John F. Kennedy said, "effort and courage don't mean anything without purpose and direction." I don't have either, so I'll probably be laying low for a little while. Wynn: Good money in that, is there? Have a seat, Boyd. Boyd: This ain't gonna take but a minute. I'd rather stand. Aw. Come on, please. Boyd: Since you asked me that way. [sighs] How much do you know about me, Mr. Crowder? And, please, just be frank, 'cause it'll save us both time. Boyd: Well, I know it takes a certain kind of woman to be married to a man like your husband. And what kind of woman is that? Boyd: Well, I suppose that would depend on your level of involvement in his affairs. Mm-hmm. Keep going. Boyd: I don't need a Weatherman to tell me which direction this wind is blwing. I'm done with heroin. Well, there are other ways to make money. Boyd: The way my luck's been running lately, ma'am, I'm most likely not the man you're looking for. Wynn: When Katherine was in charge, all our luck seemed to change for the better. Boyd: You mean when her husband was in charge. [door opens] We're good. Boyd: Well, I guess that concludes our business. Wynn: Not necessarily. You were lousy at running heroin, Boyd Crowder. But from what I'm told, you are really good at robbing banks. Boyd: [chuckles] [engine shuts off] [door opens] Raylan: What'd you tell Boyd? Ava: I didn't tell him anything. He was busy tonight. Raylan: The night you get home. Ava: That's why you wanted to meet? Ask me about my relationship? Raylan: Way this works, I ask you whatever I want. You tell me everything I ask. Ava: Is this where we're gonna meet? Raylan: This is one. Ava: I was surprised you had that U.S. Attorney came make the offer ... didn't do it yourself. Raylan: Standard procedure. Ava: But you made sure to have him tell me it was because of you I got out. Raylan: Ava, we get the feeling you ain't playing ball, it's gonna be me put you back in. Ava: So you came here to thrat me? Raylan: I came here to go over the rules. How you make a call. How you record a conversation. Ava: How I send an emergency signal. What to do if I'm in danger. Yeah, that, um, Deputy Brooks ... pretty black woman ... she covered all that. Raylan: And you're clear? Ava: [breathes deeply] Mm-hmm. Raylan: Then we're good. Ava: I'm scared, Raylan. Raylan: Don't be. Everything's gonna be fine. [music]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "05x13 - Restitution"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Art: You're ht! Alison: [panting] No, i-it's not me. It's you. Tim: He lost a lot of blood. He went out in the ambulance. Hasn't opened his eyes since. Dewey: That's my heroin! Boyd: Dewey ... Dewey: Or you don't think I'll sht?! I will sht ... the way I sht Wade Messer! Raylan: We got you on tape, Dewey, talking heroin, big dreams. Dewey: You heard that? Raylan: About Messer, too. Raylan: You're saying you're going after Boyd Crowder? Vasquez: We're going after him under the rico statute. We're gonna bury him. Raylan: And you want me to help? Rachel: Before you go? Yeah. Katherine: You were lousy at running heroin, Boyd Crowder. But from what I'm told, you are really good at robbing banks. Raylan: I came here to go over the rules. How you make a call. How you record a conversation. Ava: How I send an emergency signal. What to do if I'm in danger. Yeah. Raylan: And you're clear? Ava: Mm-hmm. Raylan: Then we're good. Winona: Are you serious? This is ... is really happening? Raylan: Paperwork's been filed. Just as matter of routine approvals. I'll be there, all moved in, in a few weeks. God damn, she's beautiful. 6x01 - "Fate's Right Hand" Oh, little lady, you're wide awake, aren't you? [baby cooing] Want mister turtle? [sighs] I'll tell you a secret. Your daddy is pretty tough, but he is no match for the graveyard shift. [cooing continues] [chuckles] Oh, Raylan, what in the world is worth missing this for? [loud music] [horns honking] [all conversing in Spanish, laughter] [scoffs] Raylan: Bourbon. Tequila. Aguilar: Hey, yanqui. If you're looking for the whorehouse, it's just around the corner, just past the Starbucks. [laughter] Raylan: I'm looking for a Federale named Aguilar. Don't suppose that's you? Aguilar: It depends. Raylan: On? Aguilar: What it is you want. Raylan: [exhales sharply] 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. Aguilar: Who are you? D.E.A.? Raylan: Now, bourbon is easy to understand. Tastes like a warm summer day. Aguilar: Texas Ranger? Raylan: 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. Aguilar: You read the report. I have nothing more to say. Raylan: Not 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 dad 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. [billiard balls clack] Aguilar: [chuckles] 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 [scoffs] you don't even have a gn, which is a good thing, or else I'd stick your yanqui ass in a Mexican prison where you can eat shit for all I care. You take that worthless star and get out of my city. Raylan: Thank you for the drink. I'll be in touch. Aguilar: [speaking Spanish] This is Mexico, cabrón! [speaks Spanish, knocks on table] [drunkenly singing in Spanish] [chuckles] [all conversing in Spanish] [laughs] [drunkenly singing in Spanish] [keys jangling] [dog barking in distance] [insects chirping] [grunting] [engine turns over] [tires squeal] [barking continues] [groaning, breathing heavily] Raylan: I told you I'd be in touch. [music] [car door closes] Welcome to the United States of America, chief. Around these parts, this star means something. [groans, spits] Raylan: Feel like talking? [dogs barking] [faucet squeaks] [faucet squeaks] [tires screech] [gearshift clicks] Boyd: You want to smoke that shit, do it outside my truck. Joyce: And one more. [stamper clicks] Boyd: "I believe that banking institutions are a greater thrat to our liberties than standing armies." Thomas Jefferson. [stamper clicks] Joyce: Right this way, Mr. Crowder. Would you like a private room, Mr. Crowder? Boyd: No, ma'am. I believe this will be a quick one. [door closes, lock engages] [keys jingle] The Pig: Excuse me! Can I please get some help? Boyd: I'll be fine. Joyce: Thank you, Mr. Crowder. The Pig: Thank you. Joyce: You're welcome. [briefcase clicks] The Pig: [in distance] I appreciate your help. [indistinct conversation in distance] [bottle spraying] [camera shutter clicking] [title theme] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [birds chirping] [bang in distance] [bed creaks] Ava: [sighs] [vehicle door closes] [sighs] [whirring] Boyd! [whirring stops] Where's Hollis? Boyd: [sighs] I let him go. Ava: Yet I hired him to do the job. Boyd: 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 to paint. I can get to that tomorrow. Ava: Then what? Boyd: You tell me. Ava: [sniffs] I got to wake up. Do you want a coke or a coffee? Boyd: Well, you got a cold beer? Ava: I do. Boyd: You got two? Ava: I just got out of bed. Boyd: 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. Ava: Let me get you that beer. [bottles clinking] [cap clatters] [bottles clink] [cellphone vibrates] _ [sighs] [telephone ringing] [knock on door] Mexico went well. Raylan: How'd you know? Rachel: You seem happy. You never seem happy. Raylan: What are you talking about? I'm always happy. Rachel: You found the federale? Raylan: 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 klled. We get his testimony, Boyd's looking at mrder one. Make that the centerpiece of your RICO case. Rachel: Who's the witness? Dewey Crowe. Vasquez: Dewey Crowe? Dewey Crowe. Rachel: Should I tell him, or you? Vasquez: Dewey Crowe is being released. Raylan: That's unfortunate. Vasquez: Charges didn't stick. Rachel: His confession to klling Messer ... he said he was just joking. He also says that he took the heroin just to keep it off the streets. Vasquez: You know, doing his civic duty. Raylan: Call Reardon. Get him to block the release. Rachel: It's not that simple. Raylan: Why not? Vasquez: 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. Rachel: To which his lawyer believes his current detention bears more than a passing resemblance. Vasquez: Bottom line is, Dewey Crowe's getting out in about three hours. Raylan: 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. Vasquez: Except lawyers being lawyers, she's petitioned that you stay 1,000 feet away from him. Raylan: Now I got to keep my distance? Rachel: Pretty much. Raylan: But we get Dewey, we get Boyd. That is why I'm here. Vasquez: Yes. Officially, my boss is not gonna let me let you violate Dewey Crowe's civil rights. So... what are you gonna do? [indistinct speaking over intercom] [door buzzes] Man: You're off the chain, man. Good luck. Guard: Keep moving. [gate buzzes] [gate buzzes] Dewey: [sighs] Thank you, Jesus. Raylan: ¿cómo está, Dewey? [bird squawking] Dewey: Christ... Raylan? Raylan: How's it going, amigo? Dewey: We ain't amigos. Raylan: 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. Raylan: Federale named Aguilar who says different. Dewey: Hey, my lawyer told me you come within 1,000 feet, that's harassment. Raylan: You best back up. Dewey: They got cameras all over. His description fits you to a "T" ... nzi tattoo, funny hair, stupid-looking. Dewey: That could be 10,000 people. How am I supposed to read that? It's in Mexican. Raylan: 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 mrder of Johnny Crowder and a truckload of others. Well, I ain't never been to Mexico in my life. Raylan: That's not what's in question, Dewey. I didn't kll Johnny Crowder. Well, then tell me who did. Maybe I can help you out. Yeah, I ain't a rat. And like I said, I wasn't even there. Raylan: Then you got yourself a problem. I can give you maybe a week to jog your memory, and then it's off to a Mexican jail. And we both know that's a world away from titties and tequila. Yeah, I'm done talking. I got a bus to catch. Raylan: You're a card in fate's right hand. Don't you see how it's gonna play out? What the hell does that mean? Raylan: It means you need to be smart. What I need... is a $6 blow job. A smarter move, I cannot imagine. [sighs] [bird squawking] [insects chirping] [music] [dog barking] Dewey: Oh, you're kidding me, man. gddmn government seizure? [bird squawks] [indistinct conversations] Mina: Get you something? Dewey: Teena? Mina: Mina, Dewey. And it's, uh, back to Abigail. Dewey: What the hell happened? Mina: When Audry's closed down, put me at the crossroads. I didn't know which way to go. The next day, God sent me a sign ... "now hiring." Dewey: What happened to Mina? I mean Teena ... or whatever the hell. Mina: I don't know. She wasn't my sister, exactly. Dewey: It was nice when you played like you were, though. Huh? [chuckles] Mina: You want something Dewey? On me. Dewey: Ooh, hey. [chuckles] What you got in mind? Mina: Um, how about the twofer plus two? It's two pancakes and two eggs with either two slices of bacon or a couple of links. Dewey: W... [chuckles] Any chance I can maybe jam one last bone in you? Reggie: He bothering you? [sighs] I'm okay, baby. Dewey: Didn't I knock him out? Well, look at you. Got your freedom, and then ... bam! ... New job, new man, whole new deal. Mina: Not like I thought about it too hard. Just kind of happened, like fate or something. Dewey: Nah, you saw a sign. Well, I'll be damned. Don't you get it? Don't you see? You lost it, I found it, and then I found you. It's my sign. Mina: Okay. Well, I got to get back to it. How about that twofer? Dewey: No, no. I'm good. But thank you. Thank you! Mina: Anytime! [birds squawking] [wind chimes jingle] Boyd: You look pretty. Early day. Where you off to? Ava: Tammy Lee took me back at the beauty salon, gave me the morning slot. - I didn't know you were working. Ava: First day back. Needed a reason to get dressed before 4:00 in the afternoon. Boyd: [chuckles] Ava, there's something we need to talk about. Tammy Lee's waiting. Boyd: It won't take but a minute. [clears throat] While you were locked up, I-I-I had some time to think, time to look around. Harlan's dying. Mines mostly shut down, stores closed or closing, no money, no work ... not ... not worth having ... no ... no offense. People are giving up, selling what they got, and moving on. But if there's a chance for us, Ava, it's not here. Now, i-i-if I were to come into a good sum... soon... [sighs] would you come away with me? Ava: What are you talking about? Come away where? Boyd: Costa Rica, Brazil, maybe ... someplace they got white sand and blue water. Ava: No. I don't want to hear this. How ... How much money you comin' into, Boyd? I don't want to hear this. Boyd: I-I ain't talking about running from trouble, Ava. Ain't gonna be no trouble. I'm talking about leaving Harlan, escaping. Ava: This is our home, Boyd, the home that we're fixing up. And you want to leave? Boyd: If we stay in this ghost town, Ava, together or otherwise, how long you think it's gonna be before we turn into ghosts ourselves? Ava: Oh, you saying that like we ain't dad already. I gotta go to work. All right. I will be back in a jiff. [hair dryer whirs] [sighs] [birds squawking] Raylan: [sniffs] Ava: What the hell, Raylan? What are you doing here? Raylan: Come to see you. What are you thinking? I mean, are you sh1tting me? I work here! Yeah. Few days now. That's good. Good place to meet. You can't do this. You can't sneak up on me like this. Raylan: First off, I didn't sneak up. Second, yes, I can. Ava: What if Boyd came? What would you do then? Raylan: Boyd would not be caught dad near a beauty parlor, though I bet he's thrilled you get 10% off his hair spray. Ava: Funny. Raylan: I use a paste. Ava: [chuckles] I don't think I can do this. Raylan: What you need to do is contact me... particularly when I reach out again and again and I don't hear from you. That way, there are no surprises. Ava: Fine. Raylan: [inhales sharply] Sit down. [both sigh] Ava: I'm afraid to look him in the eye, say good morning the wrong way, give him cause to put a hole through my head. Raylan: Why would he have any reason to do such a thing? Ava: I don't know. Do I have to know? I mean, can't I just have a feeling? Raylan: How's he acting? Doing anything different ... making changes, talking about buying a new car, boat, making big plans? He bought a $300 tow truck. Raylan: There you go. How's that for a plan? Raylan: Could be something. Ava: [chuckles] He could fix it up, sell it. Yeah. It'd be a $20 profit. [sighs] Raylan: Okay. The reason I'm here ... Dewey's out of prison. He's gonna come and see Boyd. I want you to keep an eye on him. Ava: Fine. Is that all? Raylan: That's all. That, and be cool. We're setting up a command post at Arlo's. You need anything, I'm that close. Boyd: Hey! Where the hell is everybody? Carl: Yeah. Back here. Boyd: Well, what's going on? Earl and the Pig went to eat. Boyd: They did what?! They said they'd be quick. Boyd: Well, call them and tell them to get back here ... and to bring me something. I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass out of a low-flying duck. Why you still standing there like that? Carl: Found him outside, grabbed him up. Dewey: It's good to see you again, Boyd. I was hoping we could talk. Hey! Boyd: Frisk him. Dewey: Boyd! I come in peace. [Dewey thuds] He's clean. Boyd: How did you get here? Dewey: What do you mean? Boyd: How did you get here? Dewey: I-I walked. Boyd: From prison? Dewey: The pancake house. I left the pen yesterday by bus. I-I came partway in, and then I hot-wired a car. Boyd: What kind of car? Dewey: I don't know. The one with the horse. Toyota? Boyd: Ford Mustang. You lying to me. I ain't lying. Boyd: Cassette player or CD? Dewey: Cassette. Boyd: Any of them lying around? Dewey: ARS live, man, "Champagne jam." Boyd: I love that record. Dewey: Me, too. W-why you asking all these questions, Boyd? I-I know I didn't l-leave you on good terms. Boyd: That is correct. Robbing me at gn was not on good terms. Dewey: Yeah, and I'm sorry about that, Boyd. I'm real sorry. But... I found this. This is the only link I have with family, Boyd. I gave it to someone special, and the bitch lost it. But now it's found. That's a powerful sign, Boyd. My turtle dog come back to me, and I come back to you. See? Now, I gotta talk to you about something. Only thing that matters is what I... want to talk about, Dewey. Now, I want to know exactly why you're not sitting in a prison cell as we speak. I was there, Dewey. I heard you say you klled Wade Messer. Now, all of a sudden, you're here, sitting in my bar. Dewey: They can't touch a hair on Dewey Crowe's head, else it's harassment, on account of the civil suit that I won against the federals, particularly Raylan Givens. Boyd: Well, what do you want? Dewey: I just want back in, Boyd. I just want you to trust me again. Carl. Carl: Come on. [birds chirping] [gearshift clicks] Tim: Tow truck? Tow truck. Tim: Wasn't Crowder involved running drugs in a tow truck? Raylan: Like hot rod Dunham before him. Tim: Well, if he's still in the drug-running business, might explain this. That's Cyrus Boone, known dealer in Harlan. I got those about... 36 hours ago. Raylan: Maybe we should pay Cyrus a visit. Tim: This a friend of yours? [music] Raylan: Never seen him before in my life. Walker: Hey! Good morning! Raylan: Where you from? Walker: Maryland. Raylan: Way it works hereabouts, a man comes onto another man's land with no seeming purpose, that man might be taken as a trespasser, might get himself sht. Walker: Just assessing the land, devising a number, unless I misread the sign on the road ... "for sale by owner." You are the owner? Raylan: De facto. Walker: You might want to reconsider before thrat a potential buyer. House has been on the market for some time. Is that because you can't let it go or because it's stuck in a bad market? You don't strike me as the sentimental type. I'm gonna go with bad market. But I am prepared to pay your full asking price in cash... today. Raylan: And by "today," you mean "immediately." Walker: Indeed. [briefcase clicks] Raylan: Forgive me if I ain't the run-of-the-mill tater tot whose eyes go all pinwheels at a stack of stolen money. Walker: Stolen? I am offended, sir. Raylan: You don't even want to come up and see the house. I can see it fine from here. But it does have... uh, curb appeal, my daddy pretty much having let it go to ruin, but it does have history. My kin moved to this land from Miller's Creek in 1903. A lot of them gave their lives to hold on to it, a couple of them buried right up there by the house. Walker: I stand corrected. You are the sentimental type. Alas, all things must pass. What do you say, friend? Isn't it time to sell? Raylan: It is time to sell, but not to you. Walker: You have second thoughts, you'll have no trouble finding me. Raylan: You have no idea. [car door opens and closes] [engine turns over] Tim: What's the call on Cyrus? [knock on door] [dog barking in distance] Cyrus: [groans] Crackpot: Yo, man. You hook me up? Cyrus: Damn, Crackpot. What, you on the fast train? I just saw you yesterday! Crackpot: So? Cyrus: "So?" So, if you're O.D., it's gonna be your own gddmn fault. You hear me? Don't be goose-necking in here. Come on. [door hinges creak] [scoffs] Tim: You understand? Cyrus: Shit. Yeah. Yeah. I understand. I'm cool! [music] [door closes] [shovel clangs] Raylan: Halt! U.S. Marshals. Boyd: What? No Cyrus. Boyd: What does that mean? He was abducted by aliens? Carl: He wasn't answering his phone. Earl just got back. The house is empty. I don't like it, Boyd. What are we doing? Are we really doing this thing? Boyd: Yeah. Carl: Why? Boyd: Because. Any more questions? Carl: Yeah. How we gonna get away with this with the feds up our ass? We needed Cyrus. Dewey: 8 ball, side pocket. Boyd: You want back in? I got a job that needs doing. Dewey: Anything you say, Boyd... anything. Hell, yeah. Raylan: See that? Good things happen to those who wait for stupid. Tim: I believe that was in the Sermon on the mount. Raylan: We get Dewey transporting, we get our leverage back. Tim: He tells a judge about Crowder-on-Crowder crime. Raylan: You want to follow Crowder or Crowe? Tim: [sighs] Your call. Raylan: Let's go after Dewey. [music] You know, he once told me he worked at Disney World dressed as Goofy ... in a water-skiing show. Tim: Well, some guys just peak too early. [music] [brakes squeal] [engine sputters] Dewey: Shit, shit, shit, shit. [gearshift clicks] [music] [brakes squeal] Raylan: Want to hang back, let KSP do their thing? Tim: Yeah. Why not? Dewey: How you doing there? Laplante: Do you mind steppin' out of your vehicle? Dewey: I do. Laplante: We need to search your vehicle. Dewey: What, this vehicle? Laplante: License and registration, please. Dewey: Not today, friend. Laplante: What? Dewey: Oh, they didn't tell you who I am? I am Dewey gddmn Crowe, and I'm gonna keep on driving Sso I can save the state of Kentucky and the government of the United States of America another $300,000 for harassment, "nelgigence," and general "mal-fee-essence." So, have a nice day and kiss my ass. Tim: Shit. [engine revs] [gn] [tires screech] [horn blaring] [music] [tires screeching] [crashing] [music stops playing] [birds squawking] Raylan: You all right, Dewey? Dewey: Raylan? Tim: 1,000 feet? Raylan: I'm pretty sure that's just a figure of speech. Are you okay? Dewey: I'm fine. Raylan: Good. Now get your ass out of that truck. Dewey: No. You can't touch me. I'm teflon. [trunk opens] Raylan: I'll only ask once. I'm gonna help you out of your vehicle. You understand? Dewey: What I understand is my constitutional ... Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, you broke my jaw! gddmn! You broke my jaw! What'd you have to do that for?! Tim: What's in the bag? Dewey: What bag? Tim: That bag, dipshit. Dewey: I've never seen that bag before in my life. Raylan: Dewey, you're in a world of shit. First, you're facing extradition to Mexico. Second ... Tim: Second, whatever we find in this bag, that's on you. Raylan: If we find drugs in that bag, what do we call that? Tim: Transportation and distribution of illegal substances. Raylan: That don't look good on a résumé. Tim: No it does not. [sirens wailing] Raylan: How many years would he be in for that? Tim: Well, he's not a first-time offender. Raylan: No. Tim: It's got to be at least 7 to 10. Raylan: Depends on the judge. Could be more. Tim: Uh-huh. [tires screech] Maybe just let KSP handle this. Tim: Maybe. Raylan: Dewey, you think Boyd gives a shit about you? Dewey: Boyd gives a big shit about me. Raylan: Open the bag. Dewey: I heard you the first time. Where is it? Tim: Where is what? Dewey: I don't know, but whatever it is, it ain't here. Raylan: [inhales sharply] Which bank did you say you saw Boyd in? Tim: First River. Boyd: Let's do this. [engine revs] [tires squeal] [music] [brakes squeal] [gn cocks] Carl: Lick the floor! [gn cocks] I said now! [gn] [all scream] I said down! That means you, too, Dolly Parton. [gasps] [whimpering] Please... Carl: All right, everybody, keep your head down and your mouth shut! This will all be over in a minute! Nobody gets hurt! The Pig: Got it? Boyd: Got it. Let's do it. [static hisses] [walkie-talkie chirps] [tires screech] [tires squeal] [indistinct conversations] [brakes squeal] [vehicle doors open] [police radio chatter] Tim: Yeah, let's follow Dewey. Yeah. Good call, Gutterson. [insects chirping] Ava: You reached out. Here I am. See? I can listen. Raylan: Why just the security-deposit boxes? Ava: What's that, a riddle? Come on, Raylan. It's late, and I'm cold. Was it Boyd's idea to send me after the truck, or was that you? Ava: I don't ... I don't know what we're talking about. We're talking about the bank job Boyd pulled off this afternoon. Ava: First I heard of it. That's gonna be your line? Ava: It's the truth. If it ain't, you're going back to prison. Worse, you'll be a suspect. Ava: Suspect? Worse, you'll be a suspect. Ava: Suspect? Raylan: Yeah. Criminal co-conspirator. You'll be looking at Boyd's charges, plus a few of your own. If someone gets klled, that's on you, too. Ava: Jesus, Raylan, I'm not lying. I'm prone to believe you. The problem is, if you didn't know about it, then you're of no use to us, in which case, you're going back to prison. You understand your dilemma? Ava: [exhales sharply] Ava, am I being clear? Ava: Yes, Raylan, crystal clear! I'm just having a nervous collapse here, is all. Raylan: You don't have that luxury. You need to pull yourself together and do the job. Ava: So, I should just start asking probing questions like I'm curious, like ... like it ain't about anything particular? Hell, I was in "Brigadoon" in seventh grade. [chuckles] I guess I can act. Ava, I know you. Ava: [sighs] You knew me then. What do you know now? Raylan: Then, now ... it's the same. It's the same. You remember the day I came back to Harlan? Ava: Hardly. I recall it well. You opened your screen door, kissed me, and invited me in, then showed me a bloodstain on your dining-room carpet. Ava: Bowman. Christ, that was a long time ago. Raylan: You recall the days leading up to it? Ava: [sighs] It was clear to me. I knew I would sh*t him. I'd had enough. And I just had to see it through. Raylan: You made him dinner, a whole spread ... his favorites, if I recall. Ava: He was delighted. Raylan: He had no sense of your intention. Ava: He never saw it coming... because he believed me... [gasps] because I acted like everything was the way it always was. Raylan: Because he had never suspected otherwise. Ava: No, he did not. Raylan: See? I know you, Ava. I know you can do this. So you damn well better. [tapping on metal] Boyd: [grunts] [crowbar clangs] Carl: What the hell, Boyd? What is this? Paperwork? gddmn notebook? Boyd: Looks like a ledger, some deeds. The Pig: We got the wrong box. No, we got the right box. Carl: This isn't money. Where's all the money?! [sighs] [scoffs] Art: Well, you're lucky. Leslie's not supposed to let people in here that might upset me. Raylan: Sorry. I should have come a week ago. Art: Me who's sorry. All this shit. [glasses thud] Slipping in my old age. Raylan: He didn't get you 'cause you're slipping, Art. I brought you something. Art: [chuckles] I don't suppose that's doctor recommend. Raylan: Civil wr doctor, maybe. You want to abstain, I'll drink in your honor. Art: Just waft the fumes in my direction. Raylan: To your speedy recovery. Art: So, how's it going? Willa has been baptized a catholic. [liquid pours] Art: Mm. That grandma's idea? Raylan: She fears for her immortal soul. Art: Well, do you blame her? Kid's got half your DNA. How's work? Raylan: Going after Boyd Crowder ... at a snail's pace, I might add, so not to spook him. Art: That explains why you haven't scooted down to see your papist daughter. Raylan: Big deal now ... RICO case, all eyes watching. Got to be neat and tidy, by the book. Art: Not how you'd like it done. Doubt that's how we'll get him. Art: Your C.I. in the Crowder camp isn't some help? Yeah. I know more than I let on. And, no, I would not have green-lit Ava Crowder as said C.I., nor you as her handler. But I'm not in charge at the moment, may not be again, don't know why I'm even interested, except out of sheer damn boredom. Cheers. Art: Well, I know you didn't come here just to check on my condition and jeopardize my convalescence with some high-class bourbon. Raylan: Remind me why I'm gonna be patient. Art: Not back him into a corner and force him to draw? Plug him face-to-face. Art: Get'r done quick. Plug him face-to-face. Art: Get'r done quick. Save us all a big headache. Make the world a better place for a little while. Yeah, you could kll Boyd, then you'd be headed down to Florida without a star and a gn. And you might be seeing your daughter through the glass on visitation days at the penitentiary. Or, Raylan, there's another way it goes, where you try and you fail and the bllet finds you. Raylan: Unlikely. Art: I know you think so, but if you'll allow me ... you get to be my age, do the job as long as you do... sometimes it just doesn't go your way. Dewey: Y-you tell him I got to see him! Carl: All right. Dewey: You tell him it's Dewey Crowe! Carl: All right! [clears throat] It's Dewey Crowe. Dewey: What the hell, Boyd?! Boyd: What the hell, what? Dewey: You set me up! Boyd: How you figure that? Dewey: The staties and the feds were waiting for me. They knew I was coming before they even saw me. Boyd: You said you wanted back in, so I gave you a job. You told me what was in that bag was important! Boyd: I told you that the job was important. Dewey: What, carrying your underpants? Boyd: Well, it hadn't have been underpants, your sorry ass would be sitting in jail right now. What in the hell happened to your face? Dewey: Raylan broke my jaw. Why? Dewey: I don't know why! But I'm ... I'm tired of it! [breathing heavily] I'm tired of it. You my friend, Boyd? Yeah, I'm your friend. Dewey: I got to talk to you, Boyd... about ... [inhales deeply] Mexico, and I-I... and I-I-I don't know. I just ... I'm tired. [sighs] Boyd: What do you want, Dewey? Dewey: [voice breaking] I want to go back. I want it to be like it used to be at the church, when we was Crowder's commandos. You, me, and Devil. Dewey: Yes! And the Pork brothers, giving me no end of shit. [chuckles] The music cranked so loud that we almost blew the roof off that old church. Boyd: [chuckles] Dewey: bmb around in my Cadillac and making wr plans and drinking 'shine. Why can't it be like that again, Boyd? Boyd: Those were simple days, good days. Weren't they? They were good days. They were. [exhales sharply] Boyd: Carl, go out front and pour me and Dewey a couple glasses, would you? Come on over here. Have a seat. Dewey, I'm gonna tell you something in confidence. It's all coming to an end. Dewey: What do you mean? Boyd: Well, look around you. Whatever it was we was hoping for ... those days have long since passed. Now, I ... I ain't saying I'm giving up, but I am saying I never thought that it would be this hard. It seems like maybe those good days are gone forever. Dewey: I don't know, man. I feel like ... I feel like we can make it like it was before. Boyd: Hmm. I want to show you something. You see that man right there? That's my Granddaddy. Fella next to him is my Great Uncle, with all their Union brothers. Now, Harlan county was a boomtown then. Those men saw hard, bitter times, Dewey Crowe, but they also saw a future. Now, you look closely, you can see it in their eyes. Go on. Take a look. Dewey: [sniffles] Can't even see their eyes. [gn, body thuds] Carl: Boyd! [footsteps approach] Whew. You, uh, think he was a ... a rat for the federals? Boyd: I think I couldn't trust him anymore. Now, they'll follow me, no doubt, but you be sure. You wait 20 minutes after I leave. Then you roll him up in a carpet, and you make him disappear. [dog barking in distance] [music]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x01 - Fate's Right Hand"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Carl: Lick the floor! I said now! [All scream] Walker: What do you say, friend? Isn't it time to sell? Raylan: It is time to sell, but not to you. Walker: You have second thoughts, you'll have no trouble finding me. Boyd: If I were to come into a good sum, would you come away with me? Ava: No. I don't want to hear this. How much money you comin' into, Boyd? Boyd: Looks like a ledger, some deeds. Carl: Where's all the money?! The pig: We got the wrong box. Boyd: No, we got the right box. Dewey: I just want back in, Boyd. I just want you to trust me again. Carl: You think he was a rat for the federals? Boyd: I think I couldn't trust him anymore. Raylan: We're talking about the bank job Boyd pulled off this afternoon. Ava: First I heard of it. Raylan: That's gonna be your line? Ava: It's the truth. Raylan: The problem is, if you didn't know about it, then you're of no use to us, in which case, you're going back to prison. 6x02 - "Cash Game" [sniffs] [Indistinct talking on radio] [Door hinges creak] [Dog barking in distance] [Gasps] Boyd: Whoa! Whoa. [grunts] Boyd: Ava... [sighs] Boyd: Easy, girl. It's just me. Jesus Christ, what are you doing?! Boyd: Uh, well, I ... I couldn't sleep and ought I'd come and finish up those railings, but I ... I couldn't find any paint. Dewey was supposed to drop some off. You ain't seen him around, have you? Ava: Dewey? No. And what I mean is, what are you doing here, Boyd? I mean, you can't just show up unannounced. Well, do you want me to leave? Ava: That's what I'm saying, yeah. [Sighs] Where exactly is it that you meant? Boyd: Excuse me? Ava: You said you wanted to leave this place, take me with you. I was wondering where exactly it was you had in mind. Boyd: Honestly... I'll go wherever you want to go, Ava... As long as it means I get to be with you. Ava: What if I said... Iceland? Boyd: [laughs] Uh, well, I don't own a coat that big, but... if that's where you want to call home, I could probably pick one up. That's a good answer, Boyd. Boyd: Well, I'm happy it pleases you. I guess I'll be on my way. Ava: [sighs] [Car door opens, closes] [Engine turns over] [Engine revs] Tim: I don't know, man. She doesn't look like a nzi. Raylan: I ain't saying she's a nzi. I'm just saying she grew up near Sukey Ridge. Boyd's skinheads used to train up there ... what he called his Christian Aggression church. Tim: Well, if she is a nzi, would you still sleep with her? Should she be walking by now? Tim: Oh, good, so that is your kid. I was worried that was some random internet baby. Raylan: Yeah, I got tired of the cat videos. Tim: Bureau's finishing up. [Telephone rings, computer beeps] Sure you don't want to change your position? Raylan: Listen to me, there are two kinds of folks living up in them Hollers. Tim: Mm-hmm. One, sympathizers with Boyd. They grew up on welfare, but they still don't trust the government. They won't talk to census takers, and they think we're gonna come take their gn away. Tim: And the other? Rachel: This is the part where you say, "I told you so." Vasquez: Says all she saw were gn and feet. How'd she seem? Rachel: Scared to death of Boyd Crowder. Raylan: That's the other kind. Rachel: You want to know what I was thinking? Raylan: Always. Rachel: You two head down to Harlan, interview the box owners who were robbed. Find out what was taken and catch Boyd in possession of stolen goods. Raylan: Okeydokey. [chuckles] Raylan: What? Rachel: I just figured you might want to go at Boyd directly. Raylan: No. I want to keep building a RICO case like we've been doing. Besides, we don't have to go at him directly ... we got Ava. Vasquez: [chuckles] 'Cause she was so helpful getting us ahead of the bank robbery. She's on our side. Give her time. Vasquez: Yeah. [Sighs] Is that what I'm supposed to tell the Attorney General? Raylan: Tell him what you want. If you'd like, you could tell him that we're working the case, we'll have something soon. Vasquez: That the truth? Raylan: If you stop asking me questions and let us get on the road... Rachel: All right. Keep me posted. [Telephone rings] [Tires squeal, screech] [Car door opens, closes] Walker: Glorious morning, isn't it? Betty: That what you're selling? Walker: If you mean positivity and charm, then perhaps I am. Betty: Don't know what's more slick ... your mouth or your ride. You believe in all my days, I've never driven a Mercedes. Walker: Well, uh, take her for a spin? Betty: Handsome young man comes to my house, spewing sunshine, offering a ride in his Mercedes ... feels like maybe I'm chatting with the devil himself. John-O: What's this about? Walker: I come to offer you an opportunity to depart this burdensome homestead, live the rest of your days free as newborn babes. Betty: Oh... I was right ... you are the devil. Walker: No, ma'am, just a man with a plan. John-O: You know, another fella already came by ... Uh, uh, Calhoun something. Walker: Schreier. He works for me. John-O: Ah, then you know I already told him this property ain't for sale. Walker: That is affirmative. You are entrenched, he told me. I said I will increase my offer 20%. Turning us down then would be an act of insanity. [Both chuckle] Betty: My husband's grandparents discovered this plot, built the house themselves. We have farmed this land best we could. I taught English at Evarts High School for 26 years to keep us afloat during the lean harvests. It's a legacy, you see? And one we don't intend to discard. Walker: Well... nothing lasts forever. John-O: Except this conversation, it seems. Walker: Oh, you do not want to send me away empty-handed. John-O: What I hear, we wouldn't be the first. After Calhoun came by, I asked around. I ... I know you've been chasing the Givens' property. I know he turned you down. Walker: We'll have the Givens' property soon enough... and yours, too. How that comes to pass depends entirely on you. John-O: Now, I'm gonna tell you something, and I want you to listen ... There ain't no version of this story that ends with us selling this house to some peacock. Walker: What did you call me? John-O: You heard me. Walker: Peacock? I... I come here in peace... [Sniffs] ... try to change your lives, and you call me a peacock? A gddmn peacock. "Peacock?" [Title theme plays] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ You try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ Doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Katherine: You were supposed to find out where Calhoun's keeping his cash and steal it, not raid his filing cabinet. Boyd: Assuming he has cash at all and you two ain't been wasting my gddmn time. Katherine: He has it. Boyd: Is that what I'm supposed to tell the three pissed-off rednecks who work for me?! Katherine: The money is there. You just have to try little harder, Boyd. Wynn: You check his office for a secret safe? Boyd: 'Course. Wynn: And his home? Boyd: And his mama's home and the trunk of his blue Cadillac. If he has $3 million in cash, he hasn't gone near it in the last two weeks. I could use a cut while you're at it. Katherine: You know, there is another possibility we should discuss. Boyd: Which would be? [sighs] Boyd: You asking me if I have millions of dollars hidden under my sofa? Katherine: Put yourself in my shoes, Boyd. Boyd: Well, I don't know, Katherine. They look mighty uncomfortable. Wynn: It's a fair question, Boyd. Boyd: You accusing me? Wynn: Answer the question, Boyd. Boyd: If I had taken that money, I'd be halfway to Mexico by now, wearing a smile and my Ray-Bans, not sitting here taking questions from a woman I hardly know and a man who should've known better than to ask me in the first place. {} Now, you gonna get me that cup of coffee, or should I get it myself? Katherine: You can get it yourself. Boyd: Ah, well, so much for Southern hospitality. Wynn: This ledger might be something. Offshore bank accounts, transaction amounts, dates. This might be his life raft. Boyd: You better hope it's worth my cut of $3 million. Wynn: I think it's worth a sht. Boyd: I'll be in touch. Katherine: How's Ava doing, Boyd? It must have been quite a shock, her getting out of prison the way she did. Boyd: You want to chat about movies or politics or how I take my coffee, I'm happy to oblige, but ain't no way in hell I'm gonna talk to you about my fiancã©e. Katherine: I just simply asked how she was doing. Wynn: Man's had a rough night. What do you say we let him be? [Door closes] We can't gng up on him, Katherine. Katherine: You're as concerned about her release as I am. Wynn: I know how to handle the hillbilly. Have a little faith. Calhoun: gddmn. I knew it was only a matter of time before you walked through my door. Raylan: Calhoun. Calhoun: Tired of waiting for that old place to sell itself, huh? Well, you have come to the right man. Calhoun Schreier. Pleased to meet you. I guess Raylan told you I'm the best damn realtor this side of the Mason-Dixon. Tim: No, he didn't mention that. Calhoun: God's honest truth. Nobody moves more property in Harlan County ... nobody. And you know why that is? I know what makes people feel safe, the place that helps them go to sleep at night. Fact is, I put my money where my mouth is. Raylan: Not why we're here. Calhoun: I don't sell Arlo's place in 30 days, you pay me no commission. Raylan: No shit? Calhoun: Fact is, I already have an interested party. Tim: All right, look, as big a boner as all this real-estate talk is giving me, that's no actually why we're ... [Toilet flushes] Calhoun: That's him. Raylan: That's who? Calhoun: The interested party. You just let me do all the talking, and we'll close the deal right here, right now. Raylan Givens, home seller, meet Ty Walker, home buyer. Walker: Ah, came to your senses, did you? Decided to take my offer. Raylan: No, I didn't. We're here to talk to you about your safe-deposit box, Calhoun. Calhoun: Safe-deposit box? Judging by the blank look on your face, I'm gonna go ahead and say you are not aware that your safe-deposit box at First River Bank was robbed. Walker: [blows nose] Calhoun: No. I also didn't know that Marshals handled bank robberies. Tim: Oh, sure, we're interested in all sorts of fun crime stuff. Raylan: We're just taking inventory of stolen items in case they turn up in the course of our investigation. Calhoun: Well, I wish I could help, but my box is empty. Tim: Well, did you take something out the day before? Records indicate you accessed the box the day before the robbery. Calhoun: At which time I took everything out ... mostly just paperwork, client documents, and such. Nothing exciting. Walker: Well, I am relieved to hear that nothing of value was stolen. [Cellphone vibrates] Any notion of a suspect? Tim: You have any notion of how an investigation works? Walker: [mockingly] Only what I done seen on the TV. Tim: Does it rock your world I told you we don't discuss open cases with every Joe dipshit we meet on the street? Walker: Ah... you're kind of a dick, huh, guy? Raylan: Calhoun, you think of anything might ha slipped your mind, give us a call, huh? Calhoun: Let me know about representing your place. Raylan: Mm-hmm. [Door opens, closes] [Cellphone dials] [Ringing] Walker: You being square with those boys that your box was empty? Calhoun: 'Course I was. Walker: Yeah, you still outside? Those two guys that just left ... I'm gonna need you to follow them. [Cellphone beeps] Calhoun: That smart? Following the Marshals? Walker: Hasn't occurred to you for one second that you might have been the target of that robbery? Calhoun: Well, why would I be the target? Walker: Well, I'm sure I don't know, but the boss will want us to find out. So, we follow the Marshals, who lead us to a suspect, at which point we grab the guy, pull his teeth out till he tells us what we want to know, and then... probably kll him. [Laughs] I'm just kidding, Calhoun. Calhoun: [chuckles] Walker: We'll definitely kll him. Tim: 9 to 12 months, by the way. Raylan: Hmm? Tim: That's when google says babies are supposed to start walking. How old's willa? Raylan: 9 months. [Cellphone vibrates] Tim: You worried she might be, uh, behind the curve? Raylan: I just don't want to miss it. Tim: Who's that? Raylan: Ava. She wants to meet. Tim: Okay. Raylan: We still got to interview the rest of the safe-deposit-box owners. Tim: Well, it appears we're a car short. That ain't our only problem. You referring to the guy following us? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Tim: Is this anyone you recognize? Raylan: No, but he's been with us since we left Calhoun's. Tim: All right, what do you want to do? You want to flapjack him, you want to short-bus him, you want to special-attention him? Any of those even things? Tim: I'm mostly just making shit up. Speed up. Take this next right. Mundo: I told you, they ain't doing nothing but driving. Oh, shit. Hold on, hold on. [Tires screech] Hold on a second. Where they going? Oh! Shit! Get out of the road, cock holster! Raylan: Well, that ain't polite. Just about ht me, and now you're gonna sling foul utterances in my direction? Mundo: You're in the middle of the road. I'm driving. Raylan: I can see that. Where to? Mundo: I'll call you back. It's none of your business, officer. Raylan: U.S. Marshal. Mundo: Still none of your business. Let me get this straight, son ... where you're following me to is none of my business? That's how you see it? Mundo: I'm not following you. Raylan: Step out of the car. Stretch your legs a bit. Mundo: [sighs] Raylan: gddmn. You comfortable in this car, a man your size? Mundo: It's a little tight. Raylan: Yeah. Mundo: So, where's your buddy? Raylan: Who's that? Mundo: You know, the guy you were with. Raylan: How do you know I was with a guy if you ain't been following me? Mundo: I'm not following you. Raylan: Are you saying what I'm saying, like you or are you just repeating this bullshit about, "you ain't been following me?" Mundo: I'm not following you. Raylan: Son, are you real smart or real stupid? Mundo: Choo-Choo. Ex... Excuse me, what? Mundo: Choo-Choo. Raylan: You're saying your name is Choo-Choo? Mundo: Since I was a kid, folks called me Choo-Choo. Raylan: Because you like trains? Mundo: 'Cause when I ht you, it comes hard, it comes fast... like a choo-choo train. You want to try me? Raylan: Not today, Choo-Choo. Today, I'm just gonna take your car. [Cellphone beeps] [Ringing] Where are you? Yeah, no. Forget all that shit. There's someone I want you to meet. Katherine: [sighs] Markham: We should have been doing this the last 14 years. Katherine: I wasn't the one who left Kentucky. Markham: It was only a matter of time ... whoever flipped on grady flipped on me. Katherine: I know that. I didn't blame you for going. Markham: I seem to recall asking you to come with me. Katherine: My husband had just been arrested. Markham: Made me like you even more... way you stuck by him. Katherine: Yeah, it looks like you did just fine without me ... come home the big conquering hero in your rolls and your $500 boots. Markham: Yeah, well... I suppose life's been pretty good to me. Cheers. Katherine: Cheers. And there's this, which is lovely, by the way. Markham: Clean body high. Mellow. No paranoia. Katherine: Nothing but the best ... that it? Markham: Be that way from here on, if you want. Katherine: Oh, you gonna take care of me, Avery? Markham: You never needed taken care of, Katherine. Katherine: [chuckles] You know I'm a grandmother now. Markham: I do. That make you happy? Katherine: Not really. Laurel's got the nanny raising them ... some girl from the Philippines. She speaks Ilonggo to them. I don't even know what they're saying half the time. Markham: Something else bothering you? Katherine: [sighs] Markham: I get high, I get very tuned in. Katherine: Yeah. Okay, I'm worried an employee of mine's stealing from me. Markham: An employee? Katherine: Mm-hmm. Markham: You open up a doughnut sht? Katherine: The gardener. Markham: So fre him. Katherine: He's in the middle of a big landscaping project, you know? It... would be a real chore getting rid of him right now. Markham: Know what I do, keep my people loyal? Katherine: Do tell. Markham: Overpay them. Christmas bonus, Easter bonus, President's Day bonus, Pappy Van Winkle on their birthday. Don't nobody bite this hand. Katherine: Yeah, well, it must be a little harder to turn a profit, I would imagine. Markham: There's plenty to go around, and it's a small price to pay for loyalty. Katherine: All right, but what if one of them did betray you? What would you do then? Cut off a finger the way Grady used to? Markham: If cutting fingers were enough, Grady would still be alive, wouldn't he? Katherine: Well, what, then ... take out an eye? Markham: An eye? I don't know. One-eyed guy can still see, still get a driver's license, even. Both eyes maybe. That'd be a good start. [Cellphone ringing] Walker: You let him take your vehicle? No, just... what's your position? Just hold there. I'll be by soon. [Cellphone beeps] Calhoun: Everything okay? Walker: Aah! [Furniture crashing] [Grunts] Aah! [Breathing heavily] What's the bank manager's name? Calhoun: What? Walker: Bank manager. The manager of your bank, the one that got robbed ... what's his name? See, the police would have spoken to your bank manager... [Cellphone vibrates] ... which means he might know something about who's suspected of stealing your safe-deposit box, so ... so who's the bank manager? Calhoun: Um, it's a woman. [Cellphone ringing] Walker: Okay? Calhoun: Do you mind if I get this? Walker: Oh, for f... Calhoun: I-If you m... I ... eh ... I-I won't if you don't want me to. Walker: Just hurry up. Calhoun: This is Calhoun. Boyd: You got my text, I presume? Calhoun: Oh, hey. Good to hear from you. Boyd: Seeing as how you really don't want to know the answer to that question, I take it now's not a good time. Calhoun: Not... this moment. Boyd: Well, then let me make this quick ... I was enjoying my morning constitutional, and lo and behold, what do I find lying on the side of the road but a stack of real-estate deeds and a ledger that I believe belong to you. Now, it seems to me that the reward for the return of such materials should be rather substantial, or else my next phone call's gonna be to your business associates, see what they got to say. Walker: Just hang up. Hang up, hang up. Calhoun: Well, I'd love to talk to you further on this, but, uh, perhaps in a few hours? - Boyd: Your office, 8:00? Calhoun: That should be fine. Boyd: And, Calhoun, when I say substantial, I mean a whole lot of money, or you and me gonna have a problem that ain't easily solved, you dig? Calhoun: Great. I-I'll see you then. [Cellphone beeps] I-Important client. Sorry. Walker: The bank manager, Calhoun. Calhoun: Uh... Oh, uh, uh, K... K... uh, K... uh... uh... uh, Judy. June... Gladys. Uh, J... J... uh, J-Joyce Kipling! Joyce Kipling. [Door opens, closes] Tim: Hey, boss. Where you headed? Ava: So, I searched it and found these. Thought they might be from that bank robbery. You know, it was kind of fun, to be honest. Felt like I was in a movie. [Chuckles] That what it's like every day for you? Raylan: How'd you know to look in the shed? Ava: Told you, I heard Boyd banging around in there. Raylan: What was he doing? He was banging around in there. Raylan: Why was he in the shed? Said that he was looking for paint, that Dewey was supposed to have dropped some off, but hadn't. Raylan: Dewey. Huh. Ava: You know, I thought this was gonna go more like, "Wow, Ava, thank you so much. This is wonderful." Raylan: Were they hidden well? These docs, were they difficult to find? Ava: I don't know ... not that hard. What are you getting at? You think he set me up? Raylan: I never said that, Ava. Ava: Oh, my god, you do think he set me up. Raylan: [sighs] How close are you two these days? Ava: Like how? Am I sleeping with him? Raylan: You think he's got any reason to suspect you? Ava: Well, shit, Raylan, I wouldn't have thought so 30 seconds ago. [Sighs] You saying that I'm in danger? Raylan: I don't know. Ava: If he set them up for me to take and I took them, than what the hell are we gonna do now? Raylan: Just put them back. [Music] Ava: [sighs] Man... "Get me something, Ava. Risk your life and then put them back." [Groans] I swear this man's gonna drive me insane. Seabass: Where the hell you been? Mundo: Marshal took my car, left me on the side of the road. That's where the hell I've been. Seabass: He took your car? He can't just take your car. What the hell did you do? Mundo: Hitched a ride. What else was I supposed to do? Seabass: I mean, what did you do that made the Marshal take your car? You make a friend? Mundo: Yeah. Told you I hitched a ride. That's the guy that picked me up. Get this, he was in the sandbox same time as we were. Tim: Tim. Gutterson. Rangers. Seabass: Sean. Tim: Good to see you, brother. Mundo: W-We call him Seabass on account of this state department chick he nailed in the green zone in '06. Tim: All right. They just let you boys take what you want, huh? Mundo: Yeah, our boss owns this place. I mean, I ain't gonna say no. Seabass: Can we ... Can we just back up for one second to the Marshal taking your car? Mundo: Mmm. I should have choked his cowboy ass out, left him for dad on the side of the road, but, uh, I figured someone drives by and sees, I'd have to kll them. You know, and somebody else drives by and sees, and I'd have to kll... them. You know, and another car drives by and sees and I have to kll them. You know, and... Seabass: I mean, 'cause ... Mundo: He's cool. I already told him all this shit anyway. Tim: Oh, yeah, yeah, we had a great talk on the drive over. He says you guys are with Tigerhawk Security? Seabass: He did, huh? Tim: Yeah, he said Tigerhawk used to have you overseas. He misses the action over there, but he likes Harlan. He likes the hills. Mundo: I do. I like the hills. Tim: You like the hills, Seabass? Seabass: No, not really. Kind of just pssy versions of mountains, you know. Tim: Yeah, you know, I was curious what exactly you boys are working on gets a Marshal to steal your car. Seabass: Listen, Tim. I-It's Tim, right? Tim: Right. Seabass: While I appreciate you helping out my buddy, I think you better be on your way. Tim: Come on, man. I ain't even finished my beer. Mundo: Don't be an asshle, Seabass. Seabass: See, t-the deal with Choo-Choo here is, he got, uh, some shrapnel in his head... Mundo: Yeah. Seabass: ... and now I spend most of my time trying to keep him from doing something stupid. Mundo: Better watch what you say in front of other people. Seabass: Watch what I say in f... Y-You just told him you were gonna kll a Marshal! Mundo: Keep disrespecting me, you're gonna ride the train. Seabass: I'm all aboard, Choo-Choo. Come on! Tim: All right. As much as I'd love to sit and hang with you guys, I should be getting back to work, but when I see the cowboy, I'll let him know what you said. W-Why would you see him? Just, you know, around in the office and all. See, I still work for Uncle Sam. I'm just with the Marshals now. Seabass: Choo-Choo, you got picked up by ... Tim: Yeah. [Chuckles] Threw me for a loop, too. I'll let my boy know he dodged a bllet. Mundo: You tell him. Then could you ask him to bring back my car? Tim: Absolutely. Caprice: Are you okay? You seem more intense than usual. Calhoun: Can I be honest with you? Caprice: Of course you can. Caprice: I don't feel well. This may be my last day on God's great Earth. Caprice: Oh, my goodness. Do you have the cancer? Calhoun: No. But I'm in trouble. Caprice: Well [sighs] you just go ahead and you get out that money, and then you can tell me all about it. Calhoun: God damn it, Raylan! We're closed! Didn't you see the sign?! Raylan: Oh, I must have missed it. Oh! I don't believe I've met Mrs. Schreier. Caprice: Ew. Gross. Sorry. - Payed you as you payed play a tap, Calhoun? {} Especially at 6:00 P.M. on a weekday. Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. It's okay, ma'am. You're free to go. Not you, Calhoun. You sit your ass right there. Only the truth will set you free. Calhoun: I can't, Raylan. Raylan: I know you lied to me. I know about the deeds and ledger. Caprice: You should just tell him. He could help you. Raylan: Excuse me, what? Do you want me to do it? Raylan: I would love that. Caprice: He has been buying property for a group of guys, which seemed innocent enough until he realized they're bad guys. Raylan: Chasing easy money ... best way to end up over your head. Caprice: Yeah, no shit, right? So, he started writing down everything he could remember, like account numbers and amounts, to protect himself. Raylan: You talking about a ledger? Caprice: Yes, a blackmail ledger, which now he's being blackmailed for, but if the bad guys find out that it exists, they're gonna kll him. Raylan: What does the blackmailer want? Caprice: I don't know... Calhoun: Cash they're using to buy up all this property. Raylan: And where's it at? Calhoun: I meet Walker, he gives me the cash. Raylan: This blackmailer, he got a longwinded, peculiar way of speaking? [car radio plays] [engine shuts off, music stops] Ava: [sighs] I thought we agreed you weren't gonna show up here unannounced. Boyd: Well, I think we need to talk, don't you? Ava: Oh, I belive we do. After you left this morning, I went back to the shed. I put everything back the way I like it. I was just about done when I found that shit you stashed. Boyd: So, you took my shit? You're damn right I did. Boyd: Why? Are you kidding? I heard about that bank got robbed! You hid what you stoled on my property, and you wonder why I took it?! I should have brned it. Boyd: Oh, I know you didn't burn it. Ava: No. I figured if you went to all the trouble to put it here, risk me getting caught and sent back to prison, oh, it must be awful important to you. Boyd: Where are they now, Ava? In the truck, on the seat! You take them, and you get them the hell off my property! [Music] [breathing shakily] [brakes squeak, engine shuts off] [doors open] [train whistle blows in distance] Raylan: Fancy seeing you here. Boyd: [chuckles softly] You know, I've never been entirely certain what that phrase is supposed to denote. Does it mean, "this gathering here must be fancy 'cause your present," or is it simply an expression of surprise between two friends or acquaintances? Raylan: Jesus, Boyd, I was just saying hello. Oh, is that why you're here, Raylan? Say hello to me? Raylan: Actually, I'm here to see Calhoun. Boyd: Oh, you finally selling Arlo's place, huh? On account of I've been transferred. Off to Florida. Boyd: Raylan Givens a father. What is the world coming to? Try and to raise that baby girl of yours up right? Better than we were, anyway. Boyd: Well, what say I make you an offer on Arlo's place right this minute, help get you on your way? You got that kind of cash, Boyd? Boyd: Oh, I'm fixing to ... soon. How's that? You gonna rob a bank, too? Apparently, First River was ht yesterday. Calhoun just left me a message, said some of his things were taken ... why he's not gonna make it over here. Boyd: Well, that is news to me. Raylan: Sounded pretty shook up about it ... being blackmailed over the return of his things. I guess he's talking to the cops right now as we speak. But here I am being rude. I haven't even asked you what you're doing here. Boyd: Oh, well, uh, the funniest thing ... I stopped off down at the depot this morning to get a cup of coffee, found some items lying on the side of the road I believe belong to our mutual friend. I took it upon myself to ensure their safe return. Raylan: Mighty Christian of you. Well, I don't know about that. I'm just following my instincts, kind of like a higher power slipping you a word. I just run with it. You see, Raylan... I've learned to thank without arguing with myself. {} Raylan: Hmm. Well, I slip a Glock in my holster every morning, so when you hand me them items, do it slow or I'll sht you. I think I'll just come back tomorrow. Raylan: Or... you can give them to me if you want. Why not? Save me the trip. I'd say I'll see you around, but it sounds like you won't be for very long. Raylan: Probably not. - Boyd: Does it change you? What's that? Boyd: Having a child. They say it changes a man. You think that's true? Raylan: Guess we'll see, won't we? Hmm. [Keypad beeps, lock disengages] Walker: Hi, Joyce. [woman gasps] Walker: Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. My name's Ty Walker. I've been retained by one of the people who got their safe-deposit box stolen from your bank. Joyce: I see. Well, you know, I'm kind of tired. Why don't we talk about this tomorrow at the bank? Walker: My client, he's impatient. It'd mean an awful lot to me if we could just talk right now. Let me help you with those. Joyce: Oh, I can get it. Walker: No. I insist. There. Fingers. So, my client was wondering if the police had said anything to you at all about who they think might have done this robbery. Joyce: The police? Or perhaps you've heard rumors and innuendo elsewhere? It's a small town. I'm sure tongues are wagging. Joyce: I'm ... I'm sorry. W-Who are you again? Walker: Ty Walker. I'm a fully licensed operative. Tigerhawk Security Services. Now, you know conversations with the police are not confidential, right? There's no law, that says you can't share with me, what they shared with you. {} [Sighs] What about eggs? Joyce: Eggs? Walker: Well, maybe you're hungry. I get like that on an empty stomach. I can't formulate a thought in my head. But... you've got bacon here, mushrooms, bell peppers, but you got eggs inside, I can teach you a thing or two about omelettes. We'll talk after you've eaten, okay? Joyce: Look, I d... I-I don't really know much, all right? Walker: Of course not, Joyce. Not expecting miracles. Joyce: Uh, uh, the only thing I know for sure is, when I was talking to them, they asked me a couple questions about a local boy ... uh, uh, Boyd Crowder. Walker: Boyd Crowder? Joyce: A-Apparently, he's done this type of thing before. Walker: Well, Joyce, that is just ever so helpful. I thank you kindly. Rain check on that omelette? Have a lovely evening. Joyce: [grunts] [distant bar music] [Door opens] [Door closes] Earl: We're closed. But I could... get you a drink. Ava: I'm Ava. Earl: Oh, shit. Right. You're Boyd's girl. Ava: Mm-hmm. Ava: Is he here? Earl: In the back. Let me check, make sure it's okay. Ava: [smacks lips] Earl: Boyd, your girl's here to see you. Boyd: Well, if by "my girl," you mean my fiancã©e, Ava Crowder, she does not need to be announced. Earl: Sorry, Boyd. You go on home. Lock up behind you. Perhaps something to drink? Ava: Sure. That's the first time you called me that since I got out ... your fiancã©e. Boyd: Well, it's still true, far as I know. Ice? I'll take mine straight. Reason I came by, Boyd, is I don't like where we left things off earlier. Boyd: [sighs] Well, I think you made yourself perfectly clear. Ava: No. I didn't. But now I'm going to. Boyd: [scoffs] Ava: I don't care that you left that stuff in my shed, Boyd. You can [scoffs] hide gold bricks from Fort Knox under my bed for all I care. Either we're together... or we're not. Either I'm a part of what you're doing, or I'm not. Whatever you got going on, I can handle it. Well, all right. Thank you for coming by and making yourself doubly clear. Ava: Boyd... I'm tired, Ava. Boyd... I don't want to talk about it. Boyd. [Sighs] What I'm trying to say is, is that I can't help you if you keep me in the dark. I know you robbed that bank, and I know you didn't get what you wanted ... just a bunch of land deeds. But one of those deeds wasn't like the other. Did you notice that? Boyd: What do you mean? Ava: One of those deeds was to pizza portal. Restaurant downtown? You remember? That building used to be ... Boyd: Holy shit. [Chuckles] [Laughs] My baby girl. Oh, you're a genius! Mnh. Uh, A-Ava, I'm ... I'm ... uh, I'm ... uh, I-I'm sorry. I'm ... I-I-I'm gonna go get us a bottle of the good bourbon, and we gonna drink it to the corners, baby! Whoo! Ava: [breathes deeply] Mm. [Gulps] [Sighs] [Vehicle approaches] [Engine shuts off] Walker: [exhales sharply] This whole thing is becoming much more work that I thought. Seabass: Still beats night recon in Fallujah. Walker: You're setting the bar pretty low there, Bass. [Music] Seabass: You know what I was thinking about today? Walker: What's that? Seabass: The Franklin sandwich at Denver biscuit company. Walker: Why would you say shit like that? You got me drooling all over myself. Seabass: All I can say is if I have another slice of pizza, I'm gonna lose my shit. [chuckles] Walker: You see what happens if you call me a peacock? [bar music] Raylan: Ah, Choo-Choo. Here you go. [clanks on the wall] Walker: Well, shit. We just can't stop running into each other, can we? Raylan: We ain't running into each other. I'm the cowboy from earlier. Walker: Yeah, Choo-Choo was saying. You were under the impression he was following you. Raylan: Just like some folks are under the impression you boys are here just to sell pizzas. Where'd you get all that cash? Walker: The question is, why would you turn it down? You're either on the take, or your some kind of John Wayne type. Raylan: Nothing going on down here. You're going around offering large amounts of cash for properties sight unseen. All day, I've been asking myself why. I can't figure it out. Walker: Well, it's fairly simple, really. We believe Harlan has a what, Seabass? A bright future. Walker: That's right, bright future. Raylan: All right. [Sighs] You want to buy my land, I want to see your boss. You arrange a sit-down, we'll talk. Mundo: What makes you think he ain't the HNIC? Well, Choo-Choo, the way it works, whether you're in military, law enforcement, or you sell vacuum cleaners, the boss man don't go door-to-door. Besides, just look at him. He works for someone. My guess is, he don't want to talk about it. Walker: Good night, kitten. Raylan: You know, I haven't been in this building since I was a kid. Tim: Mmm. Raylan: Used to be a bank.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x02 - Cash Game"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: You're going around offering large amounts of cash for properties sight unseen. Some folks are under the impression you boys are here just to sell pizzas. You know, I haven't been in this building since I was a kid. Tim: Mmm. Raylan: Used to be a bank. Rachel: I just figured you might want to go at Boyd directly. Raylan: No. I want to keep building a RICO case like we've been doing. Besides, we don't have to go at him directly ... we got Ava. Vasquez: 'Cause she was so helpful getting us ahead of the bank robbery. Ava: I found these. Thought they might be from that bank robbery. Raylan: These docs, were they difficult to find? Ava: You think he set me up? Raylan: You think he's got any reason to suspect you? Ava: I wouldn't have thought so 30 seconds ago. Raylan: Just put them back. Katherine: You were supposed to find out where Calhoun's keeping his cash and steal it, not raid his filing cabinet. Wynn: You check his office for a secret safe? Boyd: 'Course. Wynn: And his home? Boyd: And his mama's home. Katherine: The money is there. You just have to try a little harder, Boyd. Ava: I know you robbed that bank, and I know you didn't get what you wanted ... just a bunch of land deeds. Ava: One of those deeds was to pizza portal. Boyd: My baby girl. Oh, you're a genius! 6x03 - "Noblesse Oblige" Ava: [slurring] "Oh, shit. You're Boyd's girl." Boyd: [chuckles] Like I come in wearing your varsity letter jacket or something. Boyd: Well, maybe you should have. Ava: [chuckles] I don't remember you ever having a letterman jacket. Boyd: Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah, I always meant to get me one of those. Ava: Oh. Boyd: That's the thing about having a drug dealer for a daddy. I never could make it to practice on time. [Both laugh] Well, I must confess, darlin'. I thought you would have tapped out of this particular bacchanal long before now. Ava: Huh? Boyd: I didn't still think you had this kind of drinking in you, girl. Ava: You disappointed? Boyd: Oh, on the contrary. I ain't disappointed. Ava: Mm-hmm-hmm. Mm-hmm. [Groans] Boyd: Oh. [Grunts] Are you gonna pop on me, darlin'? Ava: Unh-unh. Boyd: You need me to hold your hair back? [chuckles] Boyd: Huh? Ava: No. I ain't puked up bourbon since I wore a cheerleader skirt. I don't aim to start again now. Boyd: Mmm. Well, I remember thinking what I wouldn't give to be a stripe on that cheerleader skirt. Ava: [chuckles] [Cellphone vibrating] [Both sigh] [Vibrating continues] Ava: Oh. Boyd: [sighs] A little Early in the morning to be getting text messages, ain't it? Ava: Oh, are you a little bit jealous? Boyd: Well, I wouldn't think so. But now that you mention it... Ava: I'll tell you who it's from if you promise not to get angry. Boyd: Well, my experience promises might aturendo be hollow. {} But I promise to try my best. Ava: Mm-hmm. Pearl called in sick from the salon. Boyd: Ah. Ava: Looks like I got to open. Boyd: After drinking whiskey for six hours. Ava: [chuckles] Boyd: Damn, woman. You the last person I want cutting my hair. Ava: You might be surprised what I can do on a little bourbon buzz. Boyd: Well, I will promise to hold that thought. [Emergency brake engages, engine turns off] [Chuckles] Raylan: Something funny? Ava: Oh, it's all funny, Raylan. Funny you sending me texts with the sunrise, funny me having to hide them from my man like a secret agent. Raylan: Your man, meaning Boyd? Ava: [sighs] Raylan: Something about you this morning, hard to put a finger on. Ava: Well, I'm shitfaced, so there's that. Raylan: Ava, it's 7:00 in the morning. Ava: [sighs] See? I had plenty of time to work up to it. Raylan: You get any sleep at all? Ava: Been doing what I was appointed. Raylan: So, you were up all night drinking with Boyd. Ava: Uh-huh. All night, Raylan. You gonna give me a daddy lecture, tell me to keep it 'tween the ditches? I'll tell you what. I ain't in any kind of mood to hear it. Hangover's already kicked in. I got elephants marching around in my skull, and they're only gonna get angrier as the day wears on. So, how about we get to whatever it is you summoned me here for so I can get back and nurse my affliction. What? What is so funny? Raylan: Ava, you picked the wrong morning to show up half in the bag. Vasquez: Good morning, Ms. Crowder. Hope we didn't pull you away from anything too pressing. Ava: Ah, shit. Vasquez: And this is a writ. It is outlining the terms of your confidential informant arrangement with the U.S. Attorney's office where you stipulate that you will obtain and relay relevant information that may lead to charges against Boyd Crowder. Ava: I know what all it says. I haven't forgotten what our arrangement is. Vasquez: Well, I'm really happy to hear that because up until now, I'm having a really hard time seeing how you're holding up to your side of the bargain. Rachel: It's kind of been a dry well, Ms. Crowder. You need to give us something makes us lean forward. Otherwise, what are we doing? Ava: I told you I am working on it. Rachel: And we heard you. Our point is ... Vasquez: Point is that you can throw a stone into any one of these shit-packed hollers and ht some random hillbilly with more information than you've been able to dredge up so far. Ava: I just need time. I barely been out a couple of weeks. How am I supp... Vasquez: "Weeks" is the relevant word in that sentence, Ms. Crowder. It has been weeks without any useful information from you. Weeks with crimes that are happening that we know little to nothing about! Raylan: Vasquez. She gets the picture. Vasquez: Does she? Raylan: Look at her. You don't think you're making an impression? Rachel: Ms. Crowder, I understand you're feeling under the weather, and I understand you're feeling a little picked on, but you need to understand if you don't bring us something relevant and tangible within the week, your time as a C.I. is done. You'll be remanded back to prison to serve out your sentence. Ava: Or die trying, right? [Sighs] You come all the way to Harlan to thrat me? Could have made a phone call, save yourself a trip. Raylan: Ava ... Ava: No, Raylan. I understand. You ain't getting your way fast enough to suit you, so you bring these two assholes up here to impress upon me the severity of my situation. Well, consider myself impressed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to throw up. Hmm. [title theme] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Earl: That's some big brass balls right there, put the money in a pizza joint. Carl: Smart is what it is. Pre-fabricated vault on the premises. Earl: Use the delivery service, take the money out the pizzas. Carl: See, you don't know that. Earl: Makes sense, though, don't it? 30 minutes or less, cash, and a stuffed crust pie. Carl: Fact is, we don't know how Calhoun's getting the money in and out. The Pig: Don't even know it's Calhoun's money. Earl: Man, who the hell else is it gonna be? Boyd: Fact is, we don't know shit. The more you all talk about it, the more my head hurts. Did you get me that cheeseburger like I asked? Carl: It's on the bar, chief. Walker: Gentlemen, we open for business today? Carl: Little Early for a snort, ain't it? Walker: Doesn't seem to have stopped you all. Carl: Yeah, well, it's our bar. And, uh, who in the hell are you? Walker: My name's Ty Walker. And if I've come at a bad time ... Boyd: Mr. Walker, I'm nursing a hangover as a result of one of the best evenings I've spent in a long time. As such, I don't have the bandwidth for casual conversation. Now, a man doesn't walk into a bar the way you just did unless he has something important to discuss. So, what say we get to it? Walker: You got Buffalo Trace? Boyd: Earl? Walker: [sighs] I come with no more lofty an aim than to apprise you of the situation in which you find yourself. Thank you. Mm-hmm. When you robbed that bank the other day, that ... that was a solid piece of trade craft. But I don't come to blow your skirts up, what geniuses you all are. My point is, somewhere along the way, you got the idea you were taking money from that sad sack Calhoun, which, frankly, wouldn't bother me a bit. But that's not the actual fact. As it happens, you robbed the man I work for. And while my employer is fair and patient on the whole, he's no weak sister nor a man to be trifled with. Say ... say he functions at a different level than maybe you're used to. Carl: I don't know, skippy. We're used to a whole lot around here. Boyd: Carl. Walker: I'm just a weather vane, Mr. Crowder. I don't make the wind blow. I'm saying, you find a way to counsel patience, desist coming after what doesn't belong to you, and everybody wins ... town, county, and state. Now, that being said, you insist upon the track thus far set upon, there will be consequences. Boyd: You done? Damn, son. You like to talk as much as I do. Well, mister... what was your name? Walker: Walker. Boyd: Mr. Walker, well, maybe I did the things you think I did, and maybe I didn't. Either way, I don't give a shit about you or the fella you work for. Now, many a man come through that door, ringing a similar bell. Most of those men are dad now in one way or another. Walker: Well, I certainly got no desire to end up like all those other men. As I said ... Boyd: Ah, ah. You're just a weather vane. I heard you. Now, you come here, said what you needed to say, and interrupted my repast in the process. Now, if I couldn't finish my hamburger in peace, I'm damn sure gonna finish my french fries that way. Carl? Carl: You best get to walking, Mr... Walker. You and your beard. Earl: [chuckles] Walker: For your hospitality. Hope you boys enjoy the rest of your day. Carl: Shit! How in the hell we supposed to get a look inside that pizza place, now he knows all our faces?! Rachel: You got something you want to say to me? Raylan: What, about you and a .U.S.A. Napoleon bullying my C.I. and generally getting up in my shit? No, I can't think of a thing. Rachel: You need to bear in mind we're up in your shit for a reason. Raylan: Well, as long as there's a reason. Rachel: Saying, your C.I. ain't the only one not delivering on Boyd Crowder. Raylan: Hey. I thought we were taking our time. "It's a RICO case, Raylan. All eyes watching. Think long game." All of that. I'm the bloodhound, boss. You're the one holding the leash. Rachel: [sighs] You have no idea. Raylan: Ain't easy, huh? Rachel: It's a bitch running that office with you out here running around all untethered. Raylan: Rachel, you start to missing me, you don't got to take it out on my C.I., mess up my work. You want to babysit me, fine. Come out with me, ride the high country. Rachel: Don't be acting like I'm some civvy housewife you're taking for a ride-along, either. Raylan: Take it how you want. Are you coming to the next thing or am I driving you back? Rachel: The next thing being what? Raylan: Fella named Luther, runs the explsive cage at obsidian mine shaft. I was gonna stop by, yank his chain a bit. Rachel: You know him? We dug coal together. Rachel: And that helps us how? When we dug coal together, we dug coal with Boyd Crowder. Luther: Yeah, well, check down that main shaft, Bill, and get back to me. All right. [Car doors close] Raylan! Well, you ain't changed a jot or a tittle since we last. Well, now, you're a little grayer around the temples. Must be keeping away from that 'shine. Found it didn't agree with me. Luther: Yeah, Raylan used to drown hisself in 'shine this colored boy'd bring up from Stillwater. Like to set your balls on fre. Now, he'd go read a book at lunch time, but when that flintstone whistle end of the day come, he was the first one cracking them mason jars. Raylan: Last one drunk, as I recall. Luther: Heh. You was a skinny little minny, too. I never sussed how you managed that. Raylan: Poured most of it in the plants when you boys weren't looking. Luther: Well, shit. I always said you was smart. Smart enough to get out, anyways. How lucky I might have somthing to do with it too, then again, here I am. {} Luther: Lucky. That's one thing I ain't ever been. You don't know what it was like around here. And it ain't getting any better, either. Raylan: I'm sorry to hear it. Which one is the logbook you keep track of your explsives and det cord? Luther: Let me see. Uh... Never mind. This must be it. You were saying? Luther: Oh. Heh. Well, you took off, and I married Layla, and shit just went downhill from there. We kept house as best we could, but it just got to be too much. And I got to drinking. And, well, I raised a hand to her one time. Just one time. She takes off without so much as a G-F-Y for good measure. Left me with a little boy to raise. Raylan: No shit. I got a daughter, just a tad still, but it changes you. Luther: Yeah, well, boys is a whole other story, uh... You mind telling me what you're digging around for there? I assume you didn't come here to talk about old times. Rachel: The reason why we're interested in your logbooks ... Have you had any explsives come up missing last few weeks? Luther: Not that I know of, and I'd be the one to know. Raylan: You sure? 'Cause I'm looking at your check-in figures for Emuline 33 det cord last month, and the check-out figures for this month ... You know what? The figures don't quite add up. Luther: Well, maybe your math is wrong. Maybe you forgot to carry a one or something. Raylan: Well, I don't claim to be Stephen Hawking, Luther, but fundamental addition and subtraction, I can speak to some mastery of. Rachel: And right here, there's a signature signing off on the discrepancy, last name Kent. This you, Luther? Okay. Now we know where Boyd gets his Emulex. What? Raylan: It's not like they didn't get along, but Boyd and Luther didn't run together back when. Rachel: You've been gone a long time. Maybe they, you know, rekindled their romance or whatever. Raylan: Maybe. Rachel: There's one way to find out. Wrap them up, take them home for a sit-down. Okay. That's the second time you've given me the scowly face. What is the problem? Raylan: Something ain't right. The way he's acting. I don't know. [Cellphone ringing] [Cellphone beeps] Brooks. Say where, now? Okay. I'll tell him. [Sighs] [Cellphone beeps] You want to guess where your C.I. is right now? [Music plays] [Woman laughs] [Indistinct conversations] Ava: Oh! Oh! Oh! [Sputters] Uh! I guess I must be the clumsiest girl the good lord ever gave life to. Y'all have a ladies' room? - Bartender: Get you another one? Yeah. I'll have the same thing. [Camera shutter clicking] [Metal clangs] Mundo: Can I help you, miss? Ava: Oh. What in the world is that thing? [Chuckling] I never seen anything like that before. Mundo: You don't spend much time in banks, huh? Ava: Well, I don't know. I've been in banks. I just never saw a pizza place with a ... a... [Sighs] What is that? Mundo: It's a bank vault. This place used to be a bank. Hence it's a vault. Ava: Oh. Well, what do they do in there now? Do they cook pizzas in it or something? Mundo: [scoffs] No, they don't cook pizzas in it. It's more like a ... What do you call it? A curiosity. Ava: It is that. [Chuckles] Hey, what's your name? Mundo: Mundo. Sometimes they call me Choo-Choo. Ava: Choo-Choo. I never heard that before. Mundo: I like trains. Ava: Is that right? Walker: Choo-Choo. What are we doing, bub? Ava: Hi. [Chuckles] I was on my way to the ladies' room and got lost. I, uh, found myself down here. I just can't belive you have this whole big thing and you don't have, like, tours or something. Walker: Ladies' is upstairs. Mundo, will you show our guest the way? Mundo: Let's get you up where you were going. Ava: All right, then. It was nice meeting you, I guess. Walker: Likewise. [Music] Mundo: Hey, y-you got a number or something that I can reach you by {} in case you want to come take, like, a real actual tour or something? Ava: Oh, I think I can find you. Mundo: All right. Well, y-you ought to think about doing that sometime. Ava: Okay. I will, then. Mundo: All right. Hey, I never did catch your name! Ava: It's Ava. Ava Randolph. [Vehicle door opens] Mundo: So long, Ava Randolph. [Vehicle door closes, engine turns over] The Pig: Man, you gotta zoom it. Earl: Man, I know that. Carl: You ... you just kinda spread your fingers. Just give it here. Earl: Darker than shit. I wish she'd have used the flash. The Pig: I guess she was trying to stay all, you know, clandestine. Earl: Yeah, I-I mean, I wish she could have. Carl: You know something? I believe we've got them outnumbered. The Pig: Just 'cause there was only two of them don't necessarily mean there's only two of them. Carl: No, look. Three beds. Yeah, see? There's a certain technique to photo surveillance. Boyd: There's five of them. How you figure? Boyd: Two more bed rolls against the wall. Earl: Five men, three beds. You think we're dealing with something untoward? I think they're sleeping in shifts. Carl: Shit. Earl: Wait. What's that mean? The Pig: Means we want to get to that vault, even in the middle of the night, we gonna have to step over bodies. Earl: When I signed on to this job, it sounded like easy money. Now all of a sudden, it's all World wr III. Boyd: You want to quit? 'Cause, Earl, you're welcome to step off this train anywhere along the line. Carl: No. You'll have to excuse my little brother, Boyd. Sometimes he ain't got much of a filter between his head and his mouth. But, uh, push comes to shove, ain't no way he wants out. Right? Earl: Right. Carl: Which is fortunate, I figure, seeing how it's already gonna be a trick for us to get to that vault where defenders outnumber attackers five to four. I can't even imagine what it would be like if our number fell to three. Boyd: Well, getting to it ain't the half. Vault's something called an Excelsior 5200. I saw one like it once in Kuwait. Had a dent in the door where a tnk shell ht it, couldn't bust through. Earl: What's that mean? Boyd: Well, Earl, for starters, it means I'm gonna need you to get me a hell of a lot more Emulex. Raylan: Got an address? Okay. [Cellphone beeps] [Sighs] Rachel: What? Well, Luther Kent's got a couple of priors, nothing to connect him to Boyd the team can find. But... Rachel: But what? Three years ago, he got popped for a D.U.I. when he clipped a billboard. Staties say he was trying to switch seats with the passenger, make it look like he was driving. The passenger was his son, Tyler Kent. Man in the game: Of course, if you'd like to come in here with no questions asked... Boy: That's right. ...then you haven't met me yet. Tyler: [coughs] [Knock on door] It's open. Earl: Damn, Tyler. What are you doing to yourself in here? Tyler: Dude, I just ht level 29 on this bitch. Oh. The sky is the limit now. Hey! Come on, now! Earl: Got to talk business, man. Need your expert hand up the mine. Tyler: No, I can't do it, bro. I told you. It's a one-time deal. AF's tight with the books and it could get daddy in trouble. Earl: You need to worry less about your daddy and a little more about your debt to me. Boyd needs more boom the shit load up. The good news is, you deliver, we gonna take care of you and your daddy. [Knock on door] Man, y'all looking to get sht? Raylan: Lord, I hope not. Was one of you gonna sh*t us? Tyler: You better get your asses off the premises. Else maybe I'll pop you for trespassers. Rachel: Don't do that, Tyler. It'll break your daddy's heart any which way this story ends. Raylan: Bad enough he's got to cover you stealing his Emulex and for this hilljack asswaffle, no less. Earl: Hey, badge or no badge, you got no right coming here, talking shit. Actually, we got all that right and more. Earl: Yeah? Well, how 'bout you come out from behind that pssy badge and I show you ... [Both grunting] Rachel: Sit your ass down. Earl: [groaning] Raylan: Now... we still got a problem, or you want to reconsider your earlier position? Earl: [coughing] Raylan: You don't know me, but I know your pop since we was younger than you. Told me he had a son. I confess, I thought he meant just a tad like my own kid. I guess I started later in life, but that's on me. Anyways, he's worried about you, Tyler, and I supposed I am, too. Find you've been in charge of some shady bookkeeping at the mine, such that the AF might want to start a whole circus up. Before I saw you got company, I was gonna take you back to Lexington, have a little chat, see if I could help you get in front of this thing. Tyler: Yeah, well... I got company. Raylan: Right. So, here's what I'm thinking. Why don't you two finish whatever it is you got cooked up. And say the second you steer clear of this numb nuts, I want you to give me a call, and we'll have that chat. Call that number. Anytime. - Okay, then. Rachel: Y'all be good, now. Tyler: Hey, you okay? Earl: No, I'm not gddmn okay! Son of a bitch like to crush my nuts into paste. Tyler: Well, now you see why I can't help you. He's talking AF, man! Earl: Don't smart me right now, Tyler. It might make me hurt you. And you don't like it when I hurt you, do you? Tyler: No. Earl: Good. 'Cause I gots a new plan to get that Emulex. And the good news in this plan, you ain't got to lie to nobody. [Door closes] Boyd: Earl, you back already? Earl? [Groaning] Tyler: Maybe we should leave the gn here. Earl: To do what, man? How we supposed to do a hold-up with no gn? Tyler: Well, I just ... I don't want to see my daddy hurt. Earl: Well, that there's all the more reason. gn in his face, less chance he's gonna try to be a hero. And if you think about it, it's really for his protection. Tyler: And, wait, we have to knock him around? Earl: [sighs] You want it to look right, don't you? Tyler: Yeah. Far as he knows, two guys in masks busted in, touched him up, grabbed the keys to the Emulex shed. Tyler: Okay. The cops see bruises on him, goes a long way convincing them he wasn't in on it. Tyler: Yeah. Again, it's for his protection. [Scoffs] Ban. You know what I wouldn't give to pull a mask on, take a few free pokes at my daddy? [laughs] Earl: Let's go. Raylan: Well, I guess we know why they stopped at a five-and-dime. Rachel: Halloween come Early. You think they think if we don't hear their voices, we won't know who's under those masks? Raylan: Were you boys not listening when I said we followed you here? All right. Let's start over. gn down, hands up. You first, Mr. "pssy badge." Earl: What if I say no? Tyler: Earl, maybe we ought ... Earl: Shut up, bitch! This don't concern you. Raylan: Earl. Earl? You really need me to run down all the "or elses"? Earl: Actually, I was hoping you'd try grabbing my prick again, see if it goes the same way now I'm paying attention. Raylan: I ain't gonna grab it. I'm just gonna sht it off. You understand me, Earl? I'm gonna sht your dick off. Earl: Since stealing explsives falls under terrorism now, right? Tyler: Yeah. Earl: We got nothing to loose. Rachel: We just want to know who the Emulex is for. Name will do. Save us a lot of body bags. Tyler: Earl? How do you think your daddy'd feel about his only boy living the rest of his life as a snitch? Raylan: I think he'd like to see him live the rest of his life. Ain't that so, Luther? Luther: I don't know. I always said I'd never see a son of mine die down a mine. Least here, he could punch out looking up at the stars. Be kind of like floating away. Rachel: You're not really gonna let this happen. Luther: What if I said I took the Emulex, Raylan? Boyd: [breathing heavily] [Door hinges squeak] [Music] Seabass: Have you seen "Chinatown," Boyd? Boyd: [inhales deeply] [shears snap] [Grunts] Seabass: That's your second warning. There won't be a third. See, we need to hear you say it. That you understand. Boyd: I understand. All right, then. That was smart, sending that smoke show to do your recon. figure everybody's too busy looking at her to see where she's looking. Wonder if that'll still work when she's not so easy to look at. [Door hinges creak, door closes] [Knock on door] Markham: Miss? Apologies for the intrusion. Ava: Uh, can I help you? Markham: I hope you won't find me too bold asking to be invited in for a quick word this fine evening? Ava: I'm sorry. I don't know you. I'm not generally inclined to ... Walker: Not generally inclined to invited strange men into your house? Well, I'd say it's a good thing you and I are some acquainted. Markham: I'll only need a few minutes of your time, Ms. Crowder. Now, can I get anything to drink in there? Markham: [groans] You know, I grew up in Kentucky, my life entire, yet I never developed a taste for bourbon. Even the smell turns something in me sour. Ava: Well, if I had known I was having company, I could have had something more to your taste. Oh, I could have called. But somehow, I didn't imagine that'd have quite the same impact. Ava: Hmm. Now we know where you're from and your preference in liquor. You think maybe you could tell me who the hell you are? Markham: Ava ... You mind if I call you Ava? Ava: [scoffs] If I do mind, I'll just add it to the list of things I'm holding against you. Markham: Ava, I've known my share of criminals. It's an ugly part of my past that I hope to remedy by investing more wisely in the future. Ava: Well, you're off to a bang-up start kidnapping me. Markham: Wasn't my choice, I assure you. Ava: Whose was it, then? His? It was yours. Come to reconnoiter my place of business, [Music] living some fantasy outlaw life, just you and Boyd against the world. Ava: Sounds like you know a thing or two about it. Markham: I know for a woman to survive in this line of work, she's got to be harder than the men, ready to do the things they won't. I know women who have that in them. My question is, are you that kind of woman, Ava? Because if you ain't, then you'll never be more than a token, something that can be thrat or hurt just to keep your man in line. [Dog barks in distance, crickets chirping] [Police radio chatter] Raylan: You know you're looking down the barrel of federal terrorism charges, your little act of noblesse oblige here. Luther: I suppose that's my cross to bear, then. Raylan: But why, Luther? I told you. We're after Boyd. Luther: You mean you're after my boy giving him up. What kind of life do you think there is around here for the man who flips on Boyd Crowder? D-Did you know Tyler wanted to go to big sandy J.C., study x-ray tech, but I couldn't afford it? Figured this way, at least he can say I give him something. Raylan: Luther, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your son is beyond helping. And that story of yours about putting him up to it, that ain't gonna hold water. Tyler is going down for this. The end. Now, if you want to volunteer to take the fall with him, I'm sure we can free up some space at the Harlan county detention center. You can hold his hand while he awaits arraignment. But you think you're gonna climb up on a cross and pay for his sins, you're a fool. You're a fool. You understand? Luther: You say you got a baby girl of your own? Raylan: That's right. Luther: Well, right now, I reckon she's not much more than a lump that cries and shits and makes baby noises. Raylan: It's like you've met her. Luther: Yeah, and you're gonna tell me that absent even any personality she might one day cultivate, there ain't one thing in this world you wouldn't do for that gob? That don't stop, son. And it don't get any easier. You'll see. Raylan: Yeah. We're done. Walker: Hello, again, Boyd. Boyd: Oh, Mr. Walker. Well, now that I'm feeling more myself, I sure do wish I had a second chance to make a first impression. But I get the distinct feeling you ain't the person I'm here to talk to. Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Boyd Crowder. Markham: We've met. Well, in that case, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Markham: My name's Avery Markham. Guess I can't blame you for not remembering. Last time I saw you, you were no bigger than minute. 9, 10 years old. Peacocking around your daddy like you thought you was already a full-grown bad man. Boyd: I recognize you now, Mr. Markham. That being said, I still don't recall being bounced on your knee. Nevertheless, it, uh, seems that I owe you an apology. Like I said, I can't blame you for not remembering. Boyd: No, sir. The apology that I owe is for my craven attempt to pilfer that which rightfully belongs to you. As defense, I offer only my ignorance. Meaning you thought you were stealing from Calhoun? Markham: Yes, sir. I did. And now you know the prize in question belongs to me. Boyd: That, I do. Mm-hmm. Boyd: And any, uh, plan that I had for my next attempt should be considered abandoned as foolhardy ... not to say unworthy. [Music] Markham: Hmm. I hope you'll understand when I say I don't want to see either of you at the portal again. Next time you want a slice, order in. Have it here in 30 minutes, or it's free. And if I see you in my place of business again... I'll kll you. Come to it... I guess you ain't all that big now. Grown... but still just playing pretend. [Sighs] Ma'am. [Police radio chatter] Rachel: I'm heading back to the office. You coming or staying? Raylan: I'm staying. See how this shakes out. Rachel: What about the other one, Boyd's little minion Earl? You rolling him out, too? Raylan: I was gonna let him go. Send him back to Boyd jumpy, get him all spun up before I swoop back down on my white horse. Rachel: That's actually how you see this going down, isn't it? Raylan: Why not? Worked for Gary Cooper. Rachel: Picking up Tyler on the Emulex is the beginning. But if he doesn't flip and you kicking Earl back to Boyd... [Sighs] I guess this is my way of saying I hope you know what you're doing. Raylan: I do, too. Wynn: Mikey, once again. Talking while I'm in here can lead to unevenness in my facial tone. Mike: It's Crowder. Fine. Tell him I'll call him after my session. Mike: He wants a sit-down tonight. Wants Mrs. Hale here, too. Wynn: He's coming here? Did he say why? Mike: Just said I better tell Mrs. Hale to get her ass over here ... his words. I guess if he's looking to ht us, he wouldn't call ahead. Wynn: Unless he wants to "High noon" it. Have us get Katherine over here so we're all in one place. Mike: He also told me to get him a room for the night. Wynn: A room? Mike: What he said. Wynn: What the...? [Sighs] Mike: So, what should I do? Wynn: Call Katherine. Have her get her ass over here. And then call the front desk, hope to hell they have a vacancy. And when you search Crowder, make sure you get his cigarettes. [Door opens] [Elevator bell dings] Boyd: I found the money. Mighta found it a whole lot sooner you'd been straight with me from the jump. Katherine: You want a drink, Boyd? I want to know why you didn't tell me we were robbing Avery Markham. Katherine: Wynn, drink? Wynn: I'm rehydrating. Katherine: Okay. [Ice clinking] I was worried if I told you, you might not take the job. Boyd: Because of Markham's reputation or because he used to be your husband's partner? Katherine: He was much more than that. Well, that sounds like a story. Katherine: It had its moments. Boyd: Well, as man with a keen regard for history, I know I'm gonna be more than happy to hear it. But right now, Katherine, I find myself more concerned with the present. Katherine: Meaning? What is your relationship with him now? Katherine: No offense, Boyd, but if I really wanted to set you up, I'm sure I could find an easier way. That ain't what I asked. Katherine: I'm sleeping with him. That's how I knew he was moving back into Kentucky, and that's how I knew to put you on to his realtor. Huh. Katherine: Hmm. Boyd: [laughs] Woman, how do you see this playing out in your mind? You think he's not gonna put it together that you were in on ripping him off? Avery Markham's not a man to sit still while someone takes what's his, let them go live the good life somewhere on his dime? Wynn: So, you're out, right? That's what you're saying? I mean, let's just set aside all this poetic, down-home, hillbilly bullshit. Bottom line is you're backing down. Boyd: Oh, I ain't backing down. I'm gonna rob him. And then I'm gonna stick a bllet in your boyfriend's head. Katherine: You know what, Boyd? From the moment I met you, I just knew you were the man of my dreams. [Sirens wailing in distance] Boyd: [sighs] Ava: You get her to come clean? Boyd: Clean as she's gonna come. How you doing, darlin'? Ava: Better now. Just laying here thinking. Those men coming after us like that. Boyd: Ava, that ain't never gonna happen again. Ava: I know. I don't doubt you, Boyd. Boyd: Good. Don't. Ava: But I do have to wonder, now that it's quiet... how much money are we talking about here? And how are you planning on going after it, given their actions? I thought you said you trusted me. Ava: I do. Boyd: Then how come you need to know the particulars about how I go about my business? Ava: I'm scared, Boyd. You can't see that? They came into my home. Boyd: And I told you you ain't gonna have to worry about that again, Ava. Ava: What if we just... ran? Just lit out? Start over, do... I don't know, anything else. Why not? Boyd: Ava, I ain't leaving here with nothing. Ava: You have me. Do I? [Sighs] Last night was beautiful. But if I'm being honest with you, Ava, since you got out, sometimes I feel like I don't know who you are anymore. Ava: [sighs] [Music] Tell you what. You come on over here, and I'll remind you.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x03 - Noblesse Oblige"}	foreverdreaming
Raylan: Previously on "Justified"... Ava: Never saw a pizza place with a ... a... What is that thing? Mundo: It's a bank vault. John-O: There ain't no version of this story that ends with us selling our home to some peacock. Walker: You call me a peacock? Katherine: How's Ava doing, Boyd? It must have been quite a shock, her getting out of prison the way she did. Wynn: We can't gng up on him, Katherine. Katherine: You're as concerned about her release as I was. Vasquez: It is outlining the terms of your confidential informant arrangement with the U.S. Attorney's office where you stipulate that you will obtain relevant information that may lead to charges against Boyd Crowder. Boyd: I was enjoying my morning constitutional, and lo and behold, what do I find but a stack of real-estate deeds and a ledger that I believe belong to you. Boyd: Since you got out, sometimes I feel like I don't know who you are anymore. Ava: Tell you what. You come on over here, and I'll remind you. 6x04 "The Trash and the Snake" [cellphone chimes, vibrates] Ava: Morning. Boyd: Morning. Ava: Are you off somewhere? Boyd: I am. Thought about letting you sleep, take full advantage of this king-size. Sneaking out just didn't seem right. Ava: Mm. When you think you'll be back? Little bit? You gone all day? Boyd: I'll be back this afternoon. Ava: Good. Boyd: Good? Wait a second. Ain't that supposed to be bad? [laughs] No. I was just thinking take advantage, see about a massage. I don't know. Something nice. Boyd: Getting used to the good life, huh? Ava: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Well, go on. [chuckles] Boyd: I'm just happy I got to hear your voice before I go. Ava: Wait. Be careful. Always. [door opens, closes] Ava: [sighs] Raylan: What brings you to Lexington? Ava: Boyd came to meet his masters. And he brought you along? Ava: Oh, he sprung for the lovebird package. Raylan: Ava, if you're trying to tell me you're sleeping with him, Just so we're clear, I ain't asking you to do that. Ava: Are you asking me not to? Raylan: I understand you got to do what you got to do in a situation like yours. Ava: You think everything is something else. You don't think it could be real? I'm a person. I get lonely, scared. Raylan: Remind me why we're here. Ava: [chuckles] You mean in this stairwell instead of a room, two of us, champagne on ice? Raylan: Av... [door opens] Ava: What's it like, holding someone's fate in your hands? Raylan: Drinking make you a deep thinker? Ava: Oh, I'm straight. I want to know ... is it a burden, or is it what gets you out of bed in the morning? Raylan: What gets me out of bed lately is helping you fulfill your agreement with us so you don't have to go back to prison. Ava: [sighs] Avery Markham paid us a visit yesterday. Sounds vaguely familiar. Ava: Has a smell of sulphur to him. Boyd knew him by reputation. Seemed respectful. Raylan: So it wasn't a friendly chat. Ava: He brought along a real psycho case. Warned Boyd off any future pursuits. Raylan: Tight hair, bushy beard? So, Boyd thought he was pulling off a small-potatoes heist, and what he was doing was pissing off the big bad wolf. Ava: This helps, don't it? Nice to put a face to the sht caller. Ava: So... ...don't say you and me don't have a special relationship. Raylan: Did I say that? Boyd must be wetting his pants thinking about all them piles and piles of money. No wonder you're scared. Ava: [gasps] Katherine: I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to startle you. Ava: Can I help you? [chuckles] Where's my manners? I'm Katherine Hale. They gave me a key 'cause I'm paying for the room. I did call you, but, um, you didn't pick up. Ava: I was just out having a smoke. Katherine: Ah. Anyway, I thought it would be nice if you and I had lunch. Ava: Okay. Katherine: Great. I'll order room service to my suite. Noon? Ava: Sure. Katherine: 423. Did you forget your cigarettes? Ava: Excuse me? Katherine: When you went out. Ava: I just smoke 'em one at a time. Katherine: Next time you step out for one, you let me know. I don't smoke anymore, but I love standing next to people who still do. Ava: Okay. [both laugh] Next time. [door opens] Art: I don't have too much unofficial case memory, Raylan. Raylan: Just give me whatever your addled old brain can muster. Art: I pulled in a few of Markham's men over the years. Maybe one or two run-ins with the man himself, but... 14 years ago. Raylan: Why are you so crotchety? Don't act like you ain't thrilled to use your old cop head for a minute, or did you want to get back to the 400th hour of cable news? Art: It obviously hasn't occurred to you that this pain bullshit gets in the way of a lot of clear thinking. Raylan: I apologize. Art: Not to mention the fact that Leslie's been waiting on me hand and foot and feeling sorry for me, and that shit gets old. And I know she's sick of me, and I know she'd rather be doing yoga with her hippie friends, so I had to practically shove her out the door 'cause I'm hungry and I'm sick of eating all of her healthy twigs and cat food shit. Raylan: Well, you tell her I said hey, huh? Art: Grady Hale and Markham, his partner, made their mint slinging weed. Raylan: Grady Hale being Katherine Hale's husband? Art: Yeah. And when Grady Hale went to jail, Markham went nobody-knew-where. Raylan: You saying Markham flipped? Somebody did. As far as I know, the only person that ever knew the name of the snitch was U.S. Attorney Simon Poole, And he forgot that when they blew half his head off with a gn on the corner of Limestone and Barr. Was Markham a rat? Seems like Poole let it slip one time that his snitch was out of the weed business, but... you know, maybe when my cable runs out, I'll look into it. Raylan: Hmm. Art: Now, that's how you fry a damn egg. Raylan: Why? Why what? Raylan: Any of it. What's it all mean? Art: Well, you're gonna nail Boyd Crowder and move to Florida ... what do you care? Raylan: It's interesting. Spins this thing a whole another way, hmm? Art: Mm-hmm. Sheds new light on an ever-spreading circle of greed and evil and mrder and mayhem. Raylan: Oh, okay. Art: When you stray from the trail, Raylan, that's when you get lost. Raylan: I know that, Art. I do. But something's pulling me on. Art: Mm-hmm. Something's pulling you away from nailing Boyd and getting down to Florida. Raylan: Your mama asks you to take out the trash, you do as she says, but you see a copperhead on the way out, you don't go back inside, say you didn't do nothing because all she asked was take out the trash. You take out the trash and the snake. Art: Didn't your mama ever tell you that there's always another snake? Raylan: I knew you'd say that. Art: Raylan, if you declare wr on them all, they're just gonna outbreed you and outlast you and bring you down for good. Raylan: You telling me not to do the job? Art: No. I'm telling you not to get your ass bit. [title theme] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Raylan: We can't make sense of your C.Y.A. book. Safe to assume the names herein are landowners? This room ain't bugged. Won't nobody know we spoke. Tim: These landowners are in the ledger 'cause Avery Markham has designs on buying? Calhoun: Or has already bought. Raylan: How many? How many have lines through them? Tim: Many. Raylan: A line through a name means...? Calhoun: [sighs] Cash was offered and accepted. Raylan: What's it mean a name has a line through it and a circle? Calhoun: Means first offer declined, counteroffer accepted. Raylan: Red Crowell's name was circled and a line through it. How'd you sweeten the deal? Calhoun: Upped the offer $50,000. Tim: Nothing else? Raylan: You know there was a fre there a week ago? Calhoun: Sad. Red lost everything. Had to move in with his kin down in Nashville. Tim: We stopped by. Place brned to the concrete footings. Calhoun: The house was a wreck. There was wires hanging out everywhere. Mess, too. Looked like he was hoarding for the rapture. Tim: Talked to the chief. He ruled out foul play, though he did note there were more fires in town as of late. Calhoun: Murphy's law ... simplest explanation is usually correct. Tim: You mean Occam's razor. Calhoun: Occam's razor, Thor's hammer, who gives a shit? Like as not, it's folks looking for the insurance. Raylan: No, not Red Crowell. Calhoun: Look, they're big talkers, but that's real estate. I don't think they're bad men. Tim: And yet you're spooked so much that we got to pull it out of you. Calhoun: I'm just saying Markham wants land, he doesn't have to work that hard for it. He goes five miles down the road. He can buy whatever he wants. Not if the pot king of Colorado's got his sights set on Harlan. Calhoun: If he and his coadjutors want to seize an opportunity in the land of the Christmas tree weed, who are we to fetter progress? Raylan: Don't give a shit about his business agenda. Though I worry about those who stand in his way. That include you? Calhoun: Look, fellas, I've been helpful, right? Are we wrapping this up? I have a speech to write. Twisting my stomach in knots. Raylan: Running for mayor again? Calhoun: No. I've had a rough day. I have to eulogize a friend tonight. Raylan: Sorry to hear it. Calhoun: Pillar of the community. She and her husband died in the damn strangest accident. Tim: What kind of accident? Calhoun: Furnace took a shit. Carbon monoxide klled them both in their sleep. Raylan: Who we talking about? Betty and John-O Hutchins. Raylan: Betty Hutchins the English teacher? Calhoun: Same. Tim: Hutchins was a name on the list. Raylan: Circled and X'd out. Calhoun: That means more than one offer was made. Both refused. Katherine: You were a cheerleader in high school. Ava: I was. Katherine: I always wanted to be a cheerleader. Football games, I'd sit high up in those stands and watch those girls bouncing in their skirts, see how all the players ... well, everyone, really, was just mesmerized by them. Ava: It was a lot of work. We practiced five days a week. Katherine: What power those girls had. Yet so few knew how to use it. [chuckles] But you did, huh? You got one of those football players to marry you. Ava: I did. Doesn't mean I had any real power. Katherine: Because he bat you senseless? Ava: You know a lot about me. Katherine: I know you blew a hole through his chest. Ava: Did you invite me to lunch to talk about my past? Katherine: I invited you to lunch to ask you a question. Ava: I'm not sure I want to hear it. [laughs] Katherine: I was married to Grady for 20 years. And I loved that man with all my heart. But there were days... weeks... [sighs] months, really. My question is this ... when you pulled that trigger, how did it feel? 'Cause I have to think it felt great. Ava: [chuckles softly] Katherine: Are ... are you wondering what's under here? Ava: Should I be? It is the best part of this lunch. Ava: [exhales sharply] That's never been my thing. Katherine: Well, darling, this is the good stuff. This is pharmaceutical grade. And believe me, you are gonna need it for what I've got planned. Wynn: None of the barons can deposit in legit F.D.I.C.-backed banks, marijuana being legal only at the state level. Hence mercenaries guarding a pizza place full of dough. Did you see what I did there? Boyd: Well, a man's wit is never lost on me, Wynn Duffy. Hey. So, you're telling me that Avery Markham really believes that legal weed is coming to the state of Kentucky? Wynn: Probably sooner than later. The way the smoke's blwing. F.Y.I., my guy's a handful, irritating. His brain's fried from who knows what kind of drugs. You're gonna want to punch him, but he's very good. I'm saying... have fun with it. [knock on door] Bridget: They're here, baby. Wiz: [laughs] Looky here! Wynn Duffy! You're looking healthy. Wiz: Been a long time. What can I say? I save you for the big jobs, man of your talent. Wiz: [chuckling] Oh, yeah. And my price. You must be the man with the vault problem. Boyd: Now, Mr. Wiz, I prefer discussing my business in private. Wiz: Bridge is cool. I didn't say she wasn't cool. Wiz: [laughs] Bridget: What's the matter? Rudy likes you. Wynn: So, uh, just spitballing on the ride over, we were thinking, uh, emulex? [laughs] Emulex? [laughing] Emulex to blow an Excelsior fifty-two hundred? That was part of the plan, yeah. Wiz: Are you ser... Oh, my god. Excelsior's old school! It's 16 inches of Youngstown steel, dude. You need something massive to get through that shit. Boyd: C-4? No, man, I'm talking, like, C-11, dude. New military issue, like asymmetrical warfare shit. Bridget: That shit only you got, huh, baby? Wiz: Damn straight only the shit I got! And if they catch you with it, they're taking you to Guantanamo Bay and hooking your nuts up to a car battery. Oh! Where's my manners? Would you guys like a negroni? Boyd: I don't know what that is. Wynn: It's italian. Tastes like grapefruit. Boyd: I don't want one. Wiz: Missing out. [clears throat] Boyd: So, you got it all worked out, huh? Wiz: I do. Will you mind taking me through the steps? Wiz: Trust, brother, trust. Well, that's the thing, Wiz... I wasn't asking, so... Wiz: Oh, whoa, easy, easy, easy. No static, bro. I got us another Excelsior. Yeah. It's in a derelict foundry on the outside of town. It's too big to move, too expensive to dismantle. Place is empty. We can get in there and make all the noise we want, Do some test runs. I could talk about it here all day, or we could go in there and just do it. Wynn: Then why are we still here? Wiz: Let's go do the shit! [breaks squeal] Wiz: Ahh! God damn! Just the smell of the metal makes me hard. Wynn: That the same one as the pizza place? Boyd: Well, I ain't the manufacturer. But it looks close enough. Looks like it's in pretty good shape, too, for being abandoned. Wiz: Hell, an A-bmb could go off, this baby would still be standing in the rubble. Boyd: Well, Wiz, that doesn't exactly inspire a lot of confidence in your ability to get inside this thing. Wiz: Dude, I get through time locks, magnetic seals, shit you wouldn't understand even if I drew you a diagram. This old pile of tungsten, this is just pure brute force. Drill and kll. You want to see what I can do? Next time, make it tough. Boyd: One job at a time, Wiz. Wiz: Okay. Give me your cellphones. Katherine: Ava, come over here and meet the classiest jeweler this side of the Mississippi. Ava: Oh, so nice to meet you, Winston. Beautiful pieces you have here. I feel like I should've worn my sunglasses, all the sparkling around. Katherine: Okay, he gets it. Oh! Speaking of diamonds, may I? Winston: Of course. Katherine: The tennis bracelet. Oh, I love that. Winston: There we are. Katherine: Oh, my goodness, what a sight. Winston, would you do me a favor? Would you let Ava try on something pretty to just give her a little thrill? Winston: Surely. [lock buzzes] Is there anything that strikes your fancy? Ava: Oh, the whole store does, one thing prettier than the next. Winston: Well, now, let's see. How about these? That's okay, I feel funny even picking up something that expensive. Afraid I might drop it or something. Winston: No, they won't bite. Here. Ava: Okay. [laughs] Oh. Oh, my. I look like a movie star. Katherine: You do. Winston: Matches your eyes. Ava: Thank you so much. Winston: Of cour... Ava: Shit! I just knew I was gonna drop it. [chuckles] No problem, ma'am. Happens all the time. [grunts] There we go. Is there anything else you'd like to see? Ava: Uh... I think that's enough for me. Katherine: Winston, I-I'm gonna pass on the tennis bracelet for now. Maybe next time. So good to see you. Winston: It's always a pleasure. Katherine: All right. [lock buzzes] Ava: Whoo-whoo! [laughter] Ava: My heart's beating like a jackrabbit! Katherine: Just run with it, honey. It's all part of the fun. Ava: That place was covered in cameras. What if he decides to call the ... Katherine: Oh, Winston is not gonna do jack shit. He's too afraid I still have the juice to have him klled, him or one of his mongoloid sons. When Grady was at his peak, I had a charge account at that store and a dozen others just like it. Shit, Winston used to greet me at that door with champagne. Now he locks it on me. Screw him. Ava: [laughs] Raylan: [grunts] Tim: When you gonna tell me? Raylan: What? Tim: The story of Mrs. Hutchins? Was she the teacher who cared? She watered little Raylan so he could blossom? Raylan: I hated her. She hated English. Nearly turned me off of books. Only thing she taught me was don't do a job just for money. Tim: Well, now you're doing what you love. Miss Hutchins ... American hero. Raylan: What do you want to bet that she and Mr. Hutchins didn't die peacefully in their sleep? Tim: Oh, but it's such a nice thought. It's how I want to go. I'm kidding. I want Sigourney Weaver to choke me out with her thighs. Raylan: You understand I'm formulating a theory here? Tim: You think Markham's "coadjutors" made it look that way? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Made an offer on the property, got refused. Raylan: Good theory, right? Tim: Seeing as how Harlan isn't much in the way of farmland, yeah. Those names in Calhoun's books are probably the primo spots. Markham gets those, he can plant a shit ton of pot crops, betting Kentucky goes legal. Raylan: Which, if it does, good for Kentucky. But if he's acting like one of them old West black hats forcing homesteaders off their land... that ain't gonna stand. Tim: It's just with fre, you could maybe prove arson. It's a failed furnace in an old house? Raylan: It's a theory. Tim: This is what you get with a teacher's pension, huh? Congratulate me. Raylan: What is that? Tim: Window's covered in plastic and taped shut. I bet you a silver dollar they got no next of kin, house goes up for auction, Markham gets it for a song. Raylan: Okay, then. [drill whirs] Wynn: Maui. Boyd: Maui? Wynn: Where I grew up ... the mean streets of Paia. Surfed the bay every morning before school. Boyd: Wynn Duffy on a surfboard ... that's something I have a hard time picturing. Wynn: I'll show you my trophies one day. Boyd: A million dollars does afford a man a lot of sex wax. Although given what we're about to do, I'm surprised you ain't planning to surf somewhere far, far away from here. Wynn: That your plan? Sequester yourself in some lost corner of the globe? You speak Farsi, do ya? Tunisian? Boyd: For one thing, they speak Arabic in Tunisia. Second, my future address has yet to be decided. Wiz: Hey, does it swing right or left? Boyd: I'm assuming you mean the vault door? Wiz: Well, I ain't talking about your little white peepee. Yeah. Which way? Boyd: Let's go right. Wiz: And what year was it? Boyd: Why? Wiz: Because in 1970, Excelsior changed their design. They started sandwiching out the copper alloy. They were ... You know what? Never mind. It's all good. The Wiz always has it covered. [cellphone rings] [sighs] I told you assholes to leave your cellphones in the car! [rapid beeping] [explsin] [buzzer] Dickie: Ho, ho! What up, pimps?! To what do I owe these particular splinters in my asshle today? Raylan: If splinters are all you're getting back there, Dickie, prison has treated you well. Dickie: Isn't that just like you? Isn't that just like him? To find hurtful potty-mouth humor in sexual asault. Raylan: Maybe I should apologize. Maybe I should tease you about the wheelchair. I get conflicting impulses when I see you. Tim: Sure you lovers don't want a conjugal? Raylan: Candy? Cookies? Chocolate doughnuts in a box? Tim: Don't forget soda pop. Raylan: And soda pop. Dickie: I get it. I get it. I see you two. This right here, this is a-a ... What you call it? A revelation. This is ... yeah! This is one of them ecstatic visions I've been having of late. All right, all right! Here we go-o-o-o. Mighty spirit. Raylan: Dickie Bennett, this is archangel Raylan, here to deliver unto thee a loaded-up commissary in exchange for your cooperation in a federal criminal investigation. Oh! Message received, but I'm afraid what you ask, it's ... it's just ... it's too g-great. It really is. I cannot see a way to answer your call. Raylan: Search your soul, numbnuts. Dickie: Can you not see the lord herself hath damned me with... incipient diabetes? Raylan: You sh1tting me? Dickie: Negatory. Tim: So barter the sweets. Get what you want. Raylan: There you go. [laughs] I don't believe you ... you're hearing me. What I'm trying to say is ... I'll break it down here. ♪ There just ain't no way ♪ ♪ I'm gonna cooperate with you ♪ Raylan: Well, we can go the other way. Just make life in here unpleasant. Tim: More unpleasant. Dickie: The thrat, yes. Here they come. Bring it on. This is my favorite part. Raylan: We're upsetting you? You want us to leave? You can just tell us who bought your land. Tim: Records indicate L.M. Consolidated. The broker's name turned out to be a fake. Raylan: Who was it wanted their identity concealed? Dickie: Yes, you're absolutely right. I would be delighted to tell you why I sold it. Would you like to...? Raylan: This ought to be good. Tim: I hope you made a tidy sum for your dumbassedness. Dickie: Drove a hard bargain, yeah, yeah. But I did ... I managed to ... I pushed her back. I did, and I ended up with a... tidy sum. Raylan: Her? Dickie: Yeah, her. The guy behind the guy is said to have been, after all that, a she. [laughs] You follow that? Raylan: She was a she? L.M. Consolidated? Y-you never met her? Dickie: That's what I said the last five times. I'll give you six. Raylan: You were so hot to start a feud with me that had long since ended, you sold your ancestral land to Loretta McCready? Dickie: Loretta? Loretta?! Walker: That good land has more to it than rich soil. It has history. And we know your desire to build on that history, which is in line with our desire. In short, the future. Walker: Now the other thing I wanted to tell you is to forget our first offer. We're now prepared to pay you twice that to show you how committed we are to the preservation and prosperity of this land. Loretta: Well, I'll need to think about that. Walker: Well, consider that if you invest that money wisely ... Hell, you can burn through half of it first. [chuckles] And you'll still never work a day in your life. Loretta: [breathes deeply] I like to drink when I think. Care to join? Walker: Sure. Loretta: I got this from a dear friend. She called it apple pie. Walker: Not too sweet, I hope. Too sweet gives me a headache. Loretta: It's not sweet, but... it might still give you a headache. [knock on door] Loretta: What's this shit? Raylan: Good evening to you, too, Loretta. Can we talk? Walker: She's right in the middle of something. Tim: That doesn't bother us. Loretta: Actually, we're done. But that don't mean I feel like talking. Walker: Done? No, we're not done. Don't be silly. Loretta: Oh, we're done. I was about to pour you a drink and show you out. So you're rejecting our offer? Loretta: I am. Walker: Bu... We didn't even negotiate. Raylan: "No" means no. Walker: Hey, I'm not talking to you. Raylan: Loretta, do me a favor. Take a big old step to your right. Okay. You ain't talking to me. She's done talking to you. Now, you want to get your ass out, or is there something else you're here to do? [cellphone beeps] Walker: Mr. Markham. Avery Markham, I presume. You must be Givens. Deputy U.S. Marshal Givens. This young woman must be Loretta. Pleased to meet you, miss. Though I envisioned it under different circumstances. Why don't we sit down, have a civilized conversation? Raylan: We'll be brief. Well, these bones are gonna take a chair either way. Well, what have we here? [sniffs] Mmm. That takes me back. This yours? Walker: Yes, sir. Markham: You mind? Walker: 'Course not. Markham: Go ahead, darling. Stick your little pinkie in there and have a lick. Okay, now. Raylan: I'll give you this ... you've done your homework. Markham: Homework, hell. I'm a corn crcker through and through. Grew up with my hands in the dirt. My daddy was a 'bacca farmer out in Cynthiana, raising up burley. Tim: Traded one leaf for another. Markham: I spent many days in this neck of the woods. Knew Miss McCready's daddy and her mama. Bennetts, too, us being in the same line. How I knew to check that glass, darlin'. I knew a Crowder or two, but no one by the name of Givens. Raylan: Arlo's wannabe kingpin ass would be heartbroken. Markham: Six generations of Bennetts grew up in Harlan County. Now all's left is a cripple stuck in lockup. Story is that's thanks to you. The Bennetts were my problem. Now you're my problem. Loretta: Somebody please tell me what all you're talking about. Raylan: The man is making you an offer you can't refuse ... sell or he kills you. Markham: Oh, come on, now. I may make you an offer you can't refuse. But that's because I'm offering you more money than you ever imagined. And if I don't want it at any price? Then you'd be a bird so rare as to never before have been sighted. Raylan: The negotiation has ended. I told you you can't have my land. I'm adding hers to the list. Markham: I don't see how you can do that, legally speaking. Raylan: You want to follow that thread, be my guest. Till then, you can put away your suitcase of money. Markham: Or what? You gonna give me 24 hours to get out of town, Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens? Tim: And he said he didn't do his homework. Raylan: I'm just saying there's no deal to make here. First you turn me down. Now this. What's next? Third time? You gonna tell me that, by the power vested in you, that there's something else I ain't allowed to do? This is still America last time I checked the flagpole. What's next is entirely based on the next choice you make. Markham: I think I'll burn one on the way out. Helps me think. You gonna haul me in? Raylan: No, not for weed. I can assure you of that. Markham: Okay, then. I'll be seeing you. Katherine: Okay. Heard this one back in the '90s. Bill Clinton and Hillary sneak away from the secret service and go for a drive, backwoods Arkansas. And they come to a gasoline station, and Hillary recognizes the attendant, saying that was her boyfriend before Bill. And Bill laughs, saying, "imagine where you would be now if you married that guy." And Hillary, quick as a minute, says, I would be married to the President of the United States. [chuckles] That's funny. Katherine: No. That's Grady and me. He was the face, and I got it done. Ava: Must be frustrating, Grady getting all the glory. Katherine: Well... taking his partner as my lover made it a little easier. Ava: Avery Markham. Best lover I had ever had. Still is. Nevertheless, I know he ratted out Grady and was responsible for all that ensued, down to me pulling vindictive, low-class, little stunts in a jewelry store. Ava: Smart of you, though, sleeping with him. Can't imagine he'd suspect the man trying to rob him is the woman underneath him. Not always underneath him. [chuckles] Katherine: Yeah, I doubt that his money is gonna feel as good as he does, but I sure cannot wait to get my hands on it. I mean, a man as much as kills your husband, you got to do something about it. Ava: He klled Grady? Katherine: Well ... Well, the prison assholes claimed it was su1c1de, but [scoffs] there was a lot of dixie mafia muscle inside at that time, and those guys know how to fix a mrder to look like su1c1de easy as baking a pie. [cellphone alarm beeps] Oh, my goodness. That's my massage. I guess you better go. Ava: Oh. Okay. [chuckles] [clears throat] Thank you for a... a very interesting day. Katherine: Anytime. Hey. It sure was lucky the way that guard of yours, the one who said you sab him, how fortunate that he came clean the way he did. What was his name? Uh... Albert Fekus? You ever thought about thanking him? [chuckles] The guy was a crazy piece of shit. All he did was finally tell the truth. Katherine: Yeah, but... something made him step up and do the right thing, so... you know, if you ever want to get to the bottom of his crisis of conscience, I could find him for you. It would be a breeze. Ava: Mm. That's so kind of you. But I'd probably just sab him in the eye. [chuckles] You really are a firecracker. Ava: [chuckles] Raylan: Stop acting like a badass older than you are. Loretta: Well, stop acting like my daddy. Raylan: You're a kid. Enjoy it. No need to take over the gddmn world with your ambition. I don't even know how you're thinking on this scale. Loretta: What am I, stupid? Look around. Five years, not even, it'll be legal across the land. Raylan: Oh, don't give me that bullshit. You're gonna sell dope whether it's legal or not. But you set your sights this high, you're gonna keep running into folks like him. I-Is that what your daddy would want? Loretta: You didn't know him. Raylan: Well, I know what all daddies want. They want their kids to be safe. [sighs] So, you're saying walk away from weed? Raylan: Look. It's good that you have goals. But for me, next couple weeks, just put two big guys out front. Help me sleep at night? [cellphone vibrating] Loretta: Thanks for the heart to heart. Really changed my mind. We done? Raylan: Hmm? Uh, uh... No. Loretta... [sighs] [vibrating continues] God damn it. You mean to send three 5's? 'Cause that's the bat signal, Ava. That's what you send when a grenade's about to go off. Ava: Albert Fekus. Raylan: What? Ava: She asked me about Fekus. Raylan: You need to slow down. Ava: Ugh! Katherine Hale asked me about Albert Fekus, the guard! Ava: The little shithead! How the hell did that even come up? Ava: Out of literally gddmn nowhere. She just started asking why he had a "crisis of conscience," and why he changed his testimony. Raylan: Okay, at best, she's just testing you. Ava: I'm telling you, she knows. Raylan: No. Trust me, she does not know. Ava: Why? Because she didn't put a bllet in my head right then and there? [sobbing] Jesus Christ, I have to get out of here. Raylan: Where are you right now? Ava: I'm still in the hotel. Okay. I want you to go down to the horseshoe diner, wait there. I'm gonna have someone come meet you. Ava: Get where? Raylan: The horseshoe diner. [door lock clicks] Ava: Shit. Raylan: Ava? Boyd: Hey, baby. Ava: Hey. Boyd: You packing already? Ava: Thought I'd get a jump on it. We're heading home tonight, right? Boyd: Well, when they say late checkout, I don't think they mean 10:00 at night. [chuckles] Boyd: Are you sure... you don't want to crawl into this Egyptian cotton, order a pint of ice cream? Come on, now. They got free cable. Ava: I think I just want to get home, sleep in my o... in our own bed. Boyd: All right. You okay? Ava: Yeah, I'm fine. Boyd: Duffy said that Katherine Hale wanted to have lunch with you today. What did you two talk about? Ava: Mhm. Nothing. Boyd: Nothing? Why, I didn't think it was possible for two women to get together and talk about nothing. She didn't talk about me? Ava: No. Boyd: She didn't even bring up how good-looking I am? Ava: No. She ju... [chuckles] we just had lunch. Boyd: Well, I guess she was just looking forward to enjoying the pleasure of your company. I can't say that I blame her. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here. Sit right here. Ava: [sighs] Boyd: Let me see them hands. [Ava shivering] Boyd, there's something that... I need to talk to you about. Boyd: Baby, I know what you're gonna say. But before you do, I want to tell you something first. I'm taking you home, and we never have to leave Harlan County again. Ava: What do you mean? I got us a whole new endgame. Reason Markham's got that money ... he's looking to buy up land to grow pot ... legally. Now, a man like him doesn't make that kind of move unless he knows what's coming around the corner. Now, I-I-I'm talking about judges, baby. I'm talking about police. I'm talking about state senators. Now, I'm already on point to steal his money. I'm gonna use it to steal his idea, too. Ava: Boyd ... Boyd: Baby, legal weed in the state of Kentucky. Ahh... we're gonna make a klling. And we're gonna bring hope and prosperity back to this beautiful county, our home, Harlan County, once again. Ava: What happened to us ending up on a beach? Boyd: Come on, baby, you know how these legs look in a bathing suit. [chuckles] Boyd: We're gonna have it all, Ava, and we're gonna have it right here in Harlan County. No running, no hiding. Ava: I don't know what to say. Boyd: You ain't got to say anything. [Music] Now, I'm gonna take a shower. Then we're gonna h*t the road, and I'm gonna have you back in Harlan County 'fore the sun comes up! Whoo! [quiet sobbing] [deep breath]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x04 - Trash and the Snake"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Boyd: Vault's something called an Excelsior 5200. Earl: What's that mean? Boyd: That I'm gonna need you to get me a hell of a lot more emulex. Raylan: Safe to assume the names herein are landowners? This room ain't bugged. Won't nobody know we spoke. Tim: These landowners are in the ledger 'cause Avery Markham has designs on buying? Calhoun: Or has already bought. Raylan: The negotiation has ended. I told you you can't have my land. I'm adding hers to the list. Katherine: Albert Fekus. The one who said you sab him. How fortunate that he came clean the way he did. Ava: Katherine Hale asked me about me Albert Fekus, the guard! Raylan: She's just testing you. Ava: Christ, I have to get out of here! 6x05 - "Sounding" Boyd: The more I think about it, the better it sounds. The bluegrass state has some of the most lonely soil in the union. Weed used to grow so big here, old timers called it "Christmas tree dope." Hell, before it all got legalized, our people were growing hemp for the whole country. You remember those stories? Ava: This morning we were fixin' to leave. Now you want to be a farmer. Boyd: Not a farmer, an entrepreneur. Cultivating something near and dear to our hearts as coal once was. Ava: You said Harlan was dying, that we had no future here. Boyd: Well, this new enterprise might be just what she needs to make her way off life support. And all we got to do is get ahead of Avery Markham! Ava: Are you sure about this, Boyd? About staying, I mean? 'Cause it seems to me, with that kind of cash, we could be the king and queen wherever we want. Boyd: Oh, baby. Wasn't more than a few days ago you had your heart set on staying in Harlan. Now you can't wait to leave? Ava: [exhales] That's before I knew your intent to poke the bear and pitch your tent right outside his den. Boyd: Which is why I'm gonna need you to make up the guest room. I want one of the boys to have eyes on you 24/7 till this thing plays out. Ava: How long's that gonna last? [cell phone vibrating] Boyd: Less than you fear and more than you hope, most likely. [turns off radio] Ava: What does that mean? Boyd: Hold on a second, baby. Carl? Did you get my message? Listen, listen, you got to make it clear in every way they need to hold off and sell only to me. All right, h-hold on. Hold on one second. Evening, officer. Quite a party y'all are throwing here. Officer: How you doing tonight, ma'am? Ava: I'd be better if I hadn't been sitting in traffic last half-hour. Officer: Well, we're trying to keep people safe and sound around here, all right? Ava: [sighs] Imagine my relief. Officer: Hmm. Boyd: Have you ever been? [police radio chatter] Officer: Long as you're doing all right, I believe we can get you on your way. Ava: I'm fine. Officer: All right. Drive safe. Boyd: Well, good luck finding your guest of honor. Carl, you still there? I got you on speakerphone. Hold on, hold on one sec... [police radio chatter] Raylan: [sighs] How'd she seem? Officer: You're asking my opinion, I'd say she seemed... on edge. Raylan: All right. Well, you can wrap it up. Thank you. Tim: What do you think? Raylan: I think you better get your ass to Lexington and find Albert Fekus before he blows this whole thing up. [game noises] Fia: You're not doing it right! Stop! Katherine: Hey. Any more fighting, and grandma's gonna lock y'all in the closet. [knock on door] Play nice. Wynn: Hey. Katherine: Hey. [game noises continue] Wynn: There are, uh... children in your room. Laurel's nanny had an emergency with her immigration papers, so... Thomas, Fi, meet my friend, Mr. Duffy. Wynn: Hey, guys. What you doing? They seem nice. Katherine: So... Where are we? Wynn: Um, my guy's at Fekus' house. If law enforcement shows up to move or question him, we have our answer. Katherine: And what if no one shows up? Wynn: We figure out a way to question him ourselves. Katherine: You know, last time I was worried about someone being an informant was when Grady went away. Wynn: It took a while, but we will soon settle that as well. Katherine: I like Ava. Be a shame to have to kll her. [music] [footsteps approaching] Boyd: Well, ain't this an unexpected surprise. Ava: [chuckles] I thought after that continental nonsense at the hotel, a big home-cooked breakfast would ht the spot. Grab them biscuits and gravy. Boyd: What you got? Unh-unh! [chuckles] Boyd: Ha ha! Ava: Sit. Boyd: Ah. Yes, ma'am. Ava: Here you go. Boyd: You're in a much better mood this morning. You wake up thinkin', "gddmn, it's good to be back in Harlan County"? Ava: If you truly believe we can have the life we always dreamed of here in Harlan, then I am behind you. Boyd: That's my girl. Will you sit down here and enjoy this beautiful breakfast with me? Ava: I can't. I said I'd be in early at the salon. Boyd: Well, it's your choice. But, baby, ain't no reason for you to be working that hard. Ava: You know I like to keep busy. [keys jangle] Making breakfast has roused the cooking bug. Yeah, I was thinking maybe tonight I'd do my fried chicken and sweet potatoes. Boyd: Ooh! Better than the colonel himself. [laughs] [music] Boyd: Hey. Where you going? There's something I want to give you. Sit down. [chuckles] Boyd: Go on, sit down. Now... I think... Ava: Huh. that this has been sitting in my pocket long enough. It's time for it to go back where it belongs. Ava: [exhales] Boyd: It still fits. Ava: Mm. Boyd: Mmm. Mmm. Ava: I will see you tonight. Boyd: Yes, you will. [sighs] [utensils clatter] [engine starts] [shifts gears] [cell phone vibrates] [cell phone vibrates, beeps] Raylan: You okay? Ava: No, Raylan, I'm losing my mind! Thinking at any moment Boyd's gonna answer a phone call from Katherine, turn around, and put a bllet in my head! Raylan: First off, Boyd is so delusional, he'll kll three of his own people before he allows himself to suspect you of anything. Secondly, Tim and Rachel are up in Lexington dealing with Fekus as we speak. Ava: Jesus Christ, you're shittin' me! So he could have talked, and you all would have no idea. Raylan: Let's have this conversation in person. Where are you now? Ava: What if I said I'm done with this, I'm out? What happens? Raylan: I can meet you at that junkyard in 20 minutes. Ava: Unh-unh. I ain't going anywhere. I ain't doing anything until you tell me what my options are. Now I've given you stuff. I walk, what do I get? Raylan: Based on what you tell provided thus far, I can't even promise you won't go back to jail. Ava: Bullshit! Raylan: I need solid intel that leads to an indictment, and then I can work on a witsec proposal. Ava: Witsec? Live some fake life someplace I hate? [under breath] Oh, my god. [normal voice] What about cash? You could just let me go, pay me off. Raylan: That is just not an option. Now we will take care of Fekus. Boyd still thinks you're on the level. We are fine, Ava. Now, could we please meet in person? Ava: 30 minutes, junkyard. [cell phone beeps] Raaagh! [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Tim: You don't think it's odd? Rachel: Of course. But Fekus sab himself to get Ava put away. So you'll understand that the revelation that he lives with his parents doesn't exactly blow my mind. Tim: Don't speed up. Don't slow down. Just drive. Rachel: Which one? Tim: This maroon piece of shit at nine o'clock. Rachel: Shit. Yeah, leaves on his car. Looks like he's been parked there for hours. Tim: How much you want to bet they got someone at the house just waiting for us? I'd be willing to put money on that. Wynn: "Aplex"? Mike: Yeah. 28 points. Boom! Wynn: I'm pretty sure "aplex" isn't a word, Mikey. Mike: Of course it is. "I don't like that guy. He aplexes me." Wynn: [inhales sharply, sighs] [beeping] [cell phone rings, beeps] Wynn: Yeah? Trig: He's going. You want me to follow him or not? Wynn: Yes, I do. Call me when he lands. [cell phone beeps] Mike: You okay? You look aplexed. Raylan: [sighs] [sighing] [dialing] Hey, it's Givens. I need a location on Ava Crowder's phone. What's that mean, "just off the side of the road"? How long has it been since it moved? What's around there? Anything? Shit. No, no, I'm sure it's fine. I'll take care of it. Thank you. [Cell phone beeps] gddmn it, Ava. gddmn it! [cell phone vibrating] Bob: Raylan! What's going on, amigo? It's been a while since you blew up my phone. Raylan: Listen, I got a situation maybe brewing here, need a hand. But it requires zipped lips. Only comes back to me. Got it? Bob: Hey, hey, my shit is zipped, all right? What's the gig? Raylan: Ava Crowder's gone missing. I need you to help me find her. Bob: Ava ... Ava Randolph? [laughs] From high school? Raylan: Yeah, she used to be Ava Randolph. Bob: Oh. Damn. Raylan, that ... that girl can make a dog break its chain. Raylan: Yes, she is pretty. I need you to listen. Bob: Oh ... Raylan: There's a place she's gone before when she needs to disappear. I want you to go there, watch, tell me if she shows up. Ava: Truth be told, I'm here 'cause I need a car. Limehouse: And what's the matter with yours? Ava: Nothing in particular, except today it doesn't suit my needs. Limehouse: I look like a used car salesman to you? Ava: I prefer to keep the purchase quiet. Limehouse: You running from Boyd, the law, or both? Ava: What makes you think that ... Now if'n you running from Boyd now, a different car might get you some distance. But the law? Don't matter what you're driving. Unh-unh. You need new papers, a new life. In fact, running is a mistake. That's how they find you. And then they'll no doubt come up here looking for you, bringing headache and hassle, wearin' my black ass out. Ava: I promise you this will be the last time I come up here and ask you for help. Limehouse: Well, what you gonna do for me, Ava? Ava: [sighs] Limehouse: Please. That ain't worth the time I just spent listening to this bullshit. Certainly ain't enough to take on the kind of trouble helping you's gonna bring. You got to give me something gonna get me excited, girl. And that little ring certainly ain't gonna do it. Ava: I can get you more money. Limehouse: How much more? Ava: A lot. Enough to solve some serious problems and then some. Limehouse: That's desperate talk. You know what Boyd's been up to? Limehouse: I did hear tell about a certain downtown bank getting ht. Couldn't but help think of your man. That what we talking about? Ava: I can point you to a large piece of it hidden away. [taps bills] But you gotta get me a car. Limehouse: You got access to that kind of cash, why come up here? Ava: Truth be told, I don't want anyone after me, especially Boyd. I just want to disappear. I just want to be left alone. Limehouse: You remember Errol, don't you? Tell him where to get this money, and he'll take you to a friend's garage. Ava: I'll point Errol to the money... after I get the car. Limehouse: So long as you ain't playin' me. That wouldn't be wise. [door opens] Boyd: Did you get it done? Carl: Markham and his boys are throwing a lot of money around. Not easy convincing people to turn it away. Boyd: Well, I hope you made it clear no amount of money's gonna matter if they ain't alive to spend it. Carl: They got the message. Should buy us some time, but we need to get in that vault sooner than later. What do you got? Boyd: Well, according to the easily suggestible clerk at the Kentucky D.M.S., there's an adit that dad-ends right... here. Carl: Well, that's only, what, 200 yards? Boyd: 187 yards, to be exact. Carl: You're not thinking about ... Boyd: Oh, that's exactly what I'm thinking. Carl: Is that gonna be dangerous? Exposed chutes, collapses. Black damp, white damp. Over 40 years of neglect. Blanton's one of the most dangerous there is. We're gonna need help. The Pig: Bringing on another guy? Boyd: You know what black damp is? Carbon dioxide, no oxygen. Boyd: Well, technically, it's carbon dioxide and nitrogen taking out the oxygen. How did you know that? The Pig: I did a couple summers of room and pillar mining up near Mt. Sterling. Boyd: Well, you're my kind of man. Carl: So it is gonna be dangerous. Boyd: Imagine all the air being sucked out of your lungs. You're choking, like you're drowning, But ain't nary a drop of water in sight. Carl: This someone we can trust? [chuckles] Well, I don't know that trust is an issue. Last time I saw this man, he said he was gonna fill me full of buckshot. Seabass: So now none of the landowners are willing to sell? Walker: That is correct. Seabass: Hillbilly shitheads without two acorns to their name turning down briefcases of cash. In what world does that make sense? Walker: Obviously they're being coerced by someone ... Is something else on your mind, Mundo? Mundo: Blondie's skimming. From the register. Taking money. Walker: All ... All bartenders skim. The good ones, anyway. Mundo: No, man. I don't accept that. I'll deal with this shit. Walker: How much, Mundo? How much is she taking? Mundo: It's gotta be like $40 a night. [music in background] Natalie: I saw y'all looking over. I thought you might need something. Mundo: How about skim milk? You got any skim milk? Natalie: Th-the kitchen might have some ... Walker: He's just kidding. We're fine, thanks. You're aware there's a shortage of arable farmland here in Harlan, correct? Mundo: Mm, that's the word. Walker: And each property we fail to acquire potentially costs this operation tens of millions in future earnings, yes? Mundo: Affirmative. Walker: Well, perhaps you could forget about the 40 gddmn dollars the bartender's skimming and focus on the larger problem. Mundo: There ain't no problem. People don't wanna sell, kll 'em. Walker: That worked once because those folks had no kin and their house went back to the county. Rest of these landowners got relatives ready to inherit their properties, which means we're back at square one. Stay here. I'll be back. Hopefully we'll still have jobs. Seabass: Hey, maybe the, uh, bartender is the one interfering with us buying those properties. Mundo: You think? Seabass: No! Markham: And who do we have to blame for this sudden shift in our fortune? Walker: We've made enemies aplenty, but the only two with the sway to pull off this kind of thing are the marshal, Givens, or the criminal, Crowder. Markham: [chuckles] Two very different animals who will require two very different methods of problem-solving. Walker: I'll find out which is our primary, target accordingly. Markham: You should bear in mind that "who?" ain't the only question needs answering here. Our adversary somehow knows exactly which properties we're chasing, information I had hoped was not easily acquired. Walker: I know just the man to see about that. Markham: Then I suggest you go see him. And shore up any other leaks your ship may have sprung. Walker: [breathes deeply] Permission to speak freely, sir? Markham: You about to give me an opinion, or a warning, or both? Seems to me I've been perfectly clear about what I expect to transpire down here. Shouldn't be any more up for discussion. Walker: Very well, sir. Boyd: [clears throat] Put that shit away. What the hell's wrong with you? [knocks on window] Zachariah: Who is it?! Boyd: It's Boyd Crowder! Boyd: Unh, unh! Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh! Hold on. Zachariah: You remember what I told you last time I seen you? Boyd: Well, if you mean the notion to sht me with that gn, I most certainly do. But... I have a problem that can only be solved with your wealth of expertise. Now... [exhales] what say... we... we let the past fade off in the rearview and start anew? [clears throat] [chuckles] Boyd: I- I ... I just ... Well, come on, Zachariah, I just want to talk to you! Carl: Who in the hell was that again? Boyd: That's Ava's uncle. He and the other Randolphs never did forgive my deceased brother Bowman for how he treated Ava. Carl: Doesn't seem like that bottle's gonna get it done. Boyd: No, it does not. [dialing] Time to bring in the big gn. Errol: Shakes you up. You don't have to tell me. Errol: Made me aware of the wrongs I committed. [huffs] Grateful to have a chance to live and set 'em right. Ava: You're lucky. Was a time, that sht hadn't klled you, Limehouse would have. Errol: Which way to the money? No, we agreed. I get the car first. Errol: [scoffs] So you get the car, then you tell me where the money is so I head off to some made-up location while you drive off? sht, you didn't really think we'd go for that, did you? You don't believe me? Errol: Ain't about believing. It's about making sure Mr. Limehouse gets his money. You understand that, I'm sure, baby girl. Now which way to the money? [cell phone vibrates] [cell phone beeps] Raylan: Givens. Bob: I got 'em, Raylan. I'm all over it. Raylan: Is she in Nobles? Bob: No, hey, I followed them out of Nobles. I leapfrogged ahead of 'em so they wouldn't know I was following them. Now they're headed through downtown. Raylan: All right. Be careful, Bob. Don't tip 'em. Bob: Don't worry about me, man. I was born for this shit. Raylan: Yeah, I'm coming, too. [ice rattles] [knock on door] Fekus: [sniffs] I think you guys got the wrong room. Wynn: Looks like the right one to me. [click] Fekus: You guys with Cindy? Wynn: Cindy? Fekus: Yeah. Wynn: Is that why you left mom and dad's, sexed up this shitty little motel room? You gonna have yourself the girlfriend experience, Albert? Who are you guys? Just need to talk to you, Albert. Fekus: Talk about what? Wynn: Ava Crowder. [birds cawing] [clatters] Boyd: Uh, Zachariah? Keep your hands where he can see 'em! [dog barking] Ahh! Now, before you raise that gn, I want to show you something on my phone. Now, this here is a wire transfer for $10,000 from my associate's account to yours. Only thing I need is your banking information. [inhales sharply] Boyd: Uh, uh, now I-I know that the Crowders and Randolphs have had some bad blood. Although Ava taking Bowman's life should have ameliorated the situation. Zachariah: [chuckles] I see you brought some reinforcements to our little party. Boyd: I ain't got a lot of time, Zachariah. Now, you see that? Now you say the word, I ht this button. 30 seconds later, that money's in your account. We sit down, have us a drink from that bottle, and you just hear me out. Zachariah: Uh... what manner of work? Boyd: Well, Zachariah, the only manner you live for. [train whistle in distance] Zachariah: Mm. [chuckles] Fekus: All I did was tell the truth. Why the sudden change of heart? Fekus: Because I couldn't take the idea of Ava being gone forever because of what I did. So you had what one might call a crisis of conscience. What? Wynn: A crisis of conscience. Fekus: Yeah. Yeah, right. Wynn: What do you think of that, Mikey? Mike: I think it's some soft-ass nonsense. Wynn: If what you claim is true, shouldn't you be getting ass-rped in the shower right about now? Fekus: No, Ava decided not to press charges. Wynn: Wow. That was nice of her. Why do you think she decided to do that? [Chuckles] Fekus: Look, I don't know, man. Why don't you ask her, huh? I mean, I lost my job, my pension. This whole thing laid me real low, all right? Maybe she didn't want to lay me any lower. Wynn: So you sent her to hell, and she decided to let you off the hook? Fekus: Or maybe she was so relieved I did the right thing, She forgave me. Did you ever think of that, smart guy? Wynn: Yeah. But that's just not gonna work for us. Fekus: [sighs] What do you guys want me to say, huh? I mean, I'll ... I'll just say whatever you want me to say, all right? What is that? Wynn: That is a good old-fashioned cattle prod. I used to use, uh, tasers, but then they started equipping the cartridges with these I.D. tags, made 'em easily trackable. But this little baby right here delivers 2 million volts with no record it ever happened. Last chance, Al. Fekus: I don't want to be here anymore. Please. Don't ... Don't do that. How did Ava get out of prison? Fekus: I told you. Okay? That's what happened. No, no ... [Cattle prod crackling] Ow! Ow! Ow! [Crackling continues] Ow! Ow! Aah! Aah! Wynn: Tell the truth, all this stops. [crackling continues] Fekus: Aah! God! [whimpering, gasping] Wynn: Mikey's gonna keep going till you come clean. Fekus: I told you everything I know! [Crackles] Aah! Aah! Damn it! Wynn: Tell the truth, this stops now. Fekus: [whimpering] Please. [sobbing] [crackling] Aah! Please! [crackling] Aah! Please make it stop! Just make ... [crackles] Aah! gddmn it! Wynn: Don't be a hero, Al! Fekus: I swear to god, I loved her, all right? And I wanted to stop her suffering, I swe... Aah! Wynn: Mikey! All right. Mike: You believe him? Wynn: I think if the sorry little shit knew anything, he would have spilled by now. Fekus: Ahh... Mike: Do we need to kll him? Fekus: [groaning] Wynn: I don't think he's gonna say anything. Are you, Albert? You promise you're not gonna say anything about this incident? Fekus: Yeah, I prose. Wynn: All right. Well, then we're gonna let you be. [exhales] And maybe... maybe you can still get it up for Cindy. [door opens] Fekus: [groans loudly] Rachel: Albert, you all right? Fekus: No, I'm not all right. You told me you would stop them if they started hurting me! Rachel: Well, we thought you could tough it out. Fekus: gddmn cattle prod! Gosh, that hurt! Tim: Maybe you should have thought about that before you sab yourself and blamed it on Ava. Rachel: But they didn't kll you, Albert. And guess what. You're completely free now. No more hiding, no more government supervision. You've redeemed yourself. Fekus: [chuckles flatly] Yeah. Rachel: Now do you want us to take you to a hospital, or are you okay? Fekus: I'm okay. Rachel: Good. Let's roll. Tim: Bump it. Took that shit like a man. Uncle Sam thanks you for your cooperation. Errol: What you gonna do once you get your car? Ava: None of your business. Pull up over there. Errol: What the hell for? Ava: We're gonna need a shovel. The cash is buried. Errol: Didn't occur to you to mention that up at Nobles? We got plenty of shovels up there. Ava: [scoffs] You changed the deal. Ava: I didn't think I'd have to do it myself. Errol: [sighs] Ava: You wanna dig with your hands, fine, but I sure the hell ain't. Ava: I'll just be a minute. Errol: Good, that means it shouldn't take long. I'm a join you. Ava: Hi, Mike. Can you show Errol where the shovels are? Errol: Hey, hey. Where do you think you're off to? Ava: I need to use the washroom. Errol: We'll get to that after we get to what we came for. Raylan: They inside? Bob: As of a minute ago. Figured we'd take 'em down once they come out. Raylan: Yeah, uh... You're not gonna say anything? Raylan: About what? Bob: About my car. I upped my ride game, man. Raylan: It's great. Yeah, I had to pawn a bunch of stuff. Mint in-the-package "Star Wars" figures, my Ak-47 ... Raylan: Listen, Bob, I need you to go inside. Bob: Yeah, I know. That's why you called me. Let's do this. Raylan: No, no, I can't do it with you. You're on your own here. Errol can't know I was ever here. Bob: Why not? Raylan: I'm gonna tell you this, Bob, 'cause I trust you. Ava is my C.I. Now if I can't get her calmed down, home, without anybody knowing, not only is that woman in danger, but this whole case falls apart. Bob: [sighs] What do you want me to do? Raylan: I want you to go in. Take him out. Bob: Take ... Take him "out" out? Raylan: Outside. I want you to take him outside so I can go around through the back door, get Ava. Bob: Okay. Well, Raylan, um... Errol's a big guy. What if he don't listen to me? Raylan: Well, you got a badge and a set of balls, don't you? There you go. Use those. Bob: [exhales] Hell, yeah, I got a badge. And I got balls like Death Stars. Let's do this. Ava: You want me to pee in your car? Errol: After we get that cash, I'll be able to get me another one. Ava: [sighs] Errol: Hey. Let me grab that for you. Ava: Thank you, Errol. Yeah, don't mention it. Bob: [mouths words] Sir, uh, sir, is that your ... is that your car outside? Errol: Yeah. Why? May I ask your name, sir? Errol: [chuckles] You can ask, sure. Bob: Sir, my name is Constable Bob Sweeney, and I'm asking you your name. Errol: Errol Butler. Bob: Errol Butler. Let me... Yep, that's what I thought. We got a outstanding warrant here for your arrest. Errol: [chuckles] No, man. You got the wrong guy. Bob: Well, I'm sure if you just step outside with me, We'll clear this right up. Errol: I ain't stepping anywhere except inside my car with my friend, and we going on our way. Bob: All right, sir, we can do this the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. Errol: Oh, yeah? What's the hard way? What, you gonna sht a man 'cause he's standing in a hardware store? Bob: Negatory. I'm gonna call for backup, And you're gonna go to jail, and then we're gonna continue this conversation with you behind bars. Errol: I don't give a good gddmn if you call the national guard, I ain't going nowhere with you. In fact, let me see what it is you actually got on me. Bob: No. Listen ... Errol: Come on, let me see it. Bob: No, no, back ... get back. Let me see this bullshit. Bob: Sir, I have a taser! Let me see this bullshit. Bob: Please step back. I ain't taking no step back. Come on, let me see this, since you're so ... Oh! [electricity crackles] Ohh! Raylan: Bob, that's enough. When he wakes up, apologize. Say that it was a big misunderstanding, explain to him how sorry you are, and escort him to his car. You, I can't wait to hear what's gonna come out of your mouth. [music continues] Zachariah: Knowing you Crowders, I... don't wanna be doing anything that's gonna land me in prison. Boyd: Just your advice, expertise, perhaps a little lending hand's all we need from you, Zachariah, Which is why I appreciate you telling me they filled in that main portal back there. Zachariah: Yeah, collapsed some 40 years back. We were so damn hungry for that... coal seam, we didn't think the abandoned Blanton Bridge would weaken the tunnels, but... we was wrong. Whew! Yeah. These old steep-pitch mines ... they always needed proximity vents. We used old Rosendale cement. Comes cheap. Similar type used in the base of the Statue of Liberty, mind you. Boyd: Well, if you ain't the man, that means you the man sitting beside the man, which means get your ass to work. [chuckles] Raylan: So that's it, huh? You ain't gonna say nothin' else? Ava: I just told you three times everywhere I went, who I talked to. What else you want? Raylan: I wanna know what was going through your gddmn brain. I wanna know what you were thinking this morning when you took off. Ava: I don't know. I wasn't. Raylan: Did you even plan? Where were you gonna stay tonight and the night after? You got cash? How much? Where'd you get it? You know it's gotta be cash and only cash, right? And what about an I.D.? You got a new I.D.? Hmm? That's the only way to get off the grid. Ava: No, I don't. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just ran. gddmn it, Raylan! Raylan: You oughta be thanking me. I'm the only reason what you did isn't ending with you back in prison, courtesy of the U.S. Marshal service, or dad by Boyd's hand or one of them other knuckleheads, and that is the only two ways this little stunt of yours could have ended. Ava: Can I have my phone back, please? Raylan: Your phone? Did you even hear a gddmn word I just said? Ava: Yes. I'm trying to keep you alive, and you're running around, trying to burn the both of us and this case. Ava: Are you done, or would you like to yell at me some more? Or can I go back home and cook the dinner I promised Boyd so I don't have any more explaining to do? Raylan: Honestly, I'd kinda like to yell at you some more. [buzzing] Zachariah: Slower, for shit's sake! [buzzing stops] gddmn! That ain't some old piece of wetwood you're cutting through there. Them sparks got the fre-damp hoo-doos. Boyd: Decomp causes methane. It's highly combustible. Zachariah: Combustible? That all you learned from me? Methane is lighter than air. It's always rising up, just yearnin' for a place to escape, and that gon' be right where them damn sparks are flyin'. Go on! [buzzing resumes] Zachariah: gddmn, boy! Ain't you retain nothin'?! Boyd: You really love this shit, don't you?! Zachariah: Yeah! Like a monk misses his monastery! Get the hell off of there! [explsin] [clank] Carl: Jesus Christ! [men groaning] [coughing] Earl: Ohh! Aah! The Pig: Whoo! Carl: Come here, boy! Earl: [exhales] Carl: You all right?! [coughing] Zachariah: Damn. Carl: You all right?! Earl: I... I can't hear shit. Zachariah: Now you think these virgins gonna make it through? [chuckles] 'Cause I'm thinkin' not. [sighs] Boyd: You gon' be all right! [both exhales] Damn it, boy. Earl: gddmn. [exhales] Zachariah: We're gonna have to let this vent for a few hours. Now after that '90 collapse over in Joseph's Valley, didn't I hear you swear up and down on your mama's grave that you'd never go in without a good sounding? Boyd: I did, indeed. Zachariah: Yeah, well, I'm gonna enjoy seeing you go in the deep. All those traps and chutes breaking through and all those rotting supports busting up. Oh, it's gon' be somethin' to see. Caprice: Now are you sure you don't wanna check us into a motel? We could watch the TV like we did the other night. Calhoun: Yeah, well, mighty nice of you to offer, hon, but I still got some paperwork. Caprice: Mm. Calhoun: And... [bills rustling] there's a little extra. Caprice: Mm. [kiss] Calhoun: [chuckles] Seabass: Pretty girl. Friend of yours? Calhoun: She could be your friend, too. If you want her number, just ask. Seabass: Yeah, no, not tonight. Well, didn't know you were coming by, but now that you're here, w-w-what would you l... Seabass: Shh. Sit. Please? Mundo, I was just thinking about that little S.E.R.E. exercise in Guantánamo. You remember that? Mundo: Yup. Seabass: You know what that is? S.E.R.E.? Mundo: Survival, evasion, resistance, and escape. Seabass: That's right. Basically, the role of interrogation and trture in acquiring information ... useful stuff. Now the end of our training, we got pretty damn good at it. Nod your head if you understand me. Nod your head if you understand me. There you go. [chuckles] Seabass: Oh. I remember... [chuckles] this one instance an Afghan, a brother of a Taliban leader, who just wouldn't talk. I mean, this ... this guy had conviction. You ever heard of a peroneal strike? Hitting the peroneal nerve over and over, day after day, hour after hour? This young fella held out for over a week. Ouch. But... he finally talked. All that unnecessary pain. Could have been over before it started. The doctor that treated him said it looked like he was h*t by a bus. Well, I don't understand what this ... Seabass: No, no, shh, shh. See, you're the only other person who knew which properties we wanted. And now... it's out there. Who's doing it and how do they know? Who's doing it and how do they know? Who and how, Calhoun? Calhoun: I honestly don't know. Seabass: How about a starter tap? Calhoun: Uhh! [thud] Seabass: What the hell, man?! Is he alive? Mundo: Mnh-mnh. Seabass: I said a starter tap. Mundo: You want him slapped like a little girl, you do it. All right? You ask me, he gets Amtrak-ed. [door closes] Ava: You happy? I'm home, safe. You can go now. Raylan: No. Not till I know you ain't gonna wake up tomorrow mornin' and run again. Ava: I ain't gonna wake up tomorrow mornin' and run again. Raylan: Ava, this ain't gonna work if there's no trust. Ava: Oh. So now we're gonna have a trustful relationship. You want me to believe that you're gonna keep me out of danger when here you are, putting me right back in it. Raylan: The truth is, this is the safest place you could be, right here, next to Boyd. Anywhere else, you're in trouble. Ava: The truth is, is that you don't give a shit about me. You just care that I don't jeopardize your precious case against Boyd. Raylan: There are plenty of people to make sure Boyd pays for the suffering he has caused. Ava: Then why are you here? [package thuds] What's in it for you? Raylan: Finishing the job, what you and me started together, and that is how we're gonna finish it ... together. Ava: Then what? Raylan: It's up to you. What do you want? Ava: I want cash. 100 grand. Raylan: That's a bit much. Aim for 50. Ava: And I want out of the country. No witsec deal. I'll pick the place. You make it happen. Raylan: I can promise you that I will find you a place where you are safe... you can be happy, and where you can start over. Now, isn't that what you want? Ava: There's gotta be a place in hell for a man that breaks a promise to a woman. Raylan: I ain't worried. Ava: You gonna take care of me? Like you did when you came to my door after Bowman? The answer to my prayers? [chuckles] [cell phone vibrates] [whispers] It's Boyd. [cell phone vibrates] He should be back soon. You should go. Raylan: If you don't mind, I was just thinking I'd stick around for a bit.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x05 - Sounding"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Seabass: Pretty girl. Friend of yours? Calhoun: She could be your friend, too. Seabass: You're the only other person who knew which properties we wanted. Who's doing it, and how do they know? Calhoun: I honestly don't know. How about a starter tap? Boyd: We're gonna need help. Carl: This someone we can trust? Boyd: I have a problem that can only be solved with your wealth of expertise. Carl: Who in the hell was that again? Boyd: That's Ava's uncle. Limehouse: Running is a mistake. That's how they find you. You need new papers, a new life. Raylan: And what about an I.D.? You got a new I.D.? Hmm? That's the only way to get off the grid. Ava: No, I don't. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just ran. You should go. Raylan: If you don't mind, I was just thinking I'd stick around for a bit. <b>6x06 - "Going Under"</b> [brakes squeal, engine shuts off] Boyd: Raylan Givens. I thought that was your car out front ... either that or someone's on their way to the airport. Raylan: I'm gonna ask you some questions, Boyd. If I feel you ain't being truthful, we're gonna get in my car, but it won't be to go to the airport. Boyd: Well, I'm glad to hear you say that. Suggests you're here on some kind of marshal business. Lot of the guys I knew in prison were there 'cause they'd walked in and found their girls with another man... in a non-business context. Baby... did you get the Cayenne and the Henry Bain? Ava: No point making fried chicken without. Boyd: Well, how long has our guest been here without you offering him a drink? Raylan, you want a drink? Raylan: I want to know about Dewey Crowe. Boyd: That boy? What's he done now? Raylan: A lot of things, I imagine, but the reason I'm asking is 'cause I was supposed to meet up with him, continue a conversation. Boyd: I never found Dewey Crowe to be much of a conversationalist. Raylan: He has his moments. Guess it depends on the subject at hand. This one concerned a little trip I took down to old Mexico. Boyd: You know, the last time we spoke, you told me you'd been transferred to Florida. Yet you're not gone. Raylan: That's a keen observation. Boyd: Makes me think maybe there's something here... you're having a hard time letting go of. Raylan: I'll allow it's easier for me to let go of things if I feel like they've been left in good hands. Boyd: [chuckles] Raylan: Dewey Crowe? Boyd: Well, it seems to me, the last time I saw Dewey Crowe, he was heading over to the Pizza Portal, all spun up. Gonna give a couple fellas over there a piece of his mind. Raylan: "Couple fellas" meaning "Avery Markham"? All I can say I know that man. Raylan: Funny. He knows you. He went on and on about how he knows everybody in these hollers ... Crowders, Bennetts. Didn't know shit about my family, though. Boyd: Well, then, there you go. This is your chance to see to it he remembers you. Raylan: 'Cause if I'm looking for Dewey, going at Markham would be my best bet? Boyd: Well, I don't know, Raylan. But I do know you ain't gonna find him in Ava's kitchen. Raylan: Maybe you just want me to do your dirty work. Boyd: I can take care of myself. It's Ava that I'm worried about. You see, I want to ensure Harlan has a future... for us and whoever else we might bring into this old world. Now, Raylan, there any way I can talk you into staying for supper? Seems Ava has bought enough to feed an army. Ava: Anyone but me just plain tired of the bullshit burdens of Southern hospitality? Boyd: Well, now easy, baby. Ain't no reason to be rude to an old friend. Ava: If you want to have chicken dinner with your old friend ... who barged in without benefit of invitation, by the way ... go ahead, but you're gonna have to fry it up yourself. Raylan: That's all right. As I recall, last time we all gathered for Ava's chicken, things ended unpleasantly. Boyd: Well, we can promise to keep 'em holstered. Raylan: Where's the fun in that? Maybe this time, things end different. Raylan: I'm sure it would. See you around, Boyd. Ava. Seabass: Paden and Comstock are on the vault? Walker: They're the night shift. It's the night. Seabass: Where's Mr. Markham? Walker: Lexington. Seabass: You gonna tell him what happened? Walker: How many men you think we've klled? Seabass: [chuckles lightly] You serious? Walker: Between the three of us, you figure we've got a hundred? Choo-Choo: That snper guy said he got 255 all by his lonesome. But, you know, take that with a grain of salt, since he was a Seal. Seabass: Look, top, he's got next to no blood on him, okay? He didn't shit himself, as far as I can tell, so-so we wrap him in something, and we drive him up a goat trail into some of these shit-thick woods they got around here. Okay. Choo-Choo, go get that rug we saw in the other room. Say that holds. What else is gonna bite us? Fingerprints in here don't matter. He was our realtor. Did you call him tonight? Choo-Choo: The girl. Walker: What girl's that? Calhoun's whore. She saw us come in. Walker: Do you know how to find her? Seabass: Well, I figure her number's in his phone ... probably the last one he called. Walker: All right. See can you set up a date with her. Then you smash Calhoun's phone, you pick her up, take her someplace private... Seabass: Why can't Choo-Choo do the girl? Walker: Because Choo-Choo's gonna be helping me with this heavy-ass son of a bitch. Something else you want to say, sergeant? Seabass: Yeah, Choo-Choo ought to clean up after his own mess. Choo-Choo: Well, you could've stopped this by letting me deal with the bartender. Instead, you got to let her skim and get me all boiled up. Walker: Seems to me, sergeant, you need a refresher in "unit cohesion" ... Seabass: This ain't the army anymore, top. Okay? I'm tired of you asking me to carry his dumb ass! Choo-Choo: I'll do her. All right? This ... This here's my screw-up. It's my duty to set it right. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ [vehicle approaching] [brakes squealing] Zachariah: I swear to god, looking at you, alls I can think of is that skinny little girl always used to follow me around, always wanting to check the batteries in my head lamp. Ava: [chuckles softly] Guess I just wanted to see to it you didn't come to the same end as my daddy. Your daddy didn't die 'cause the light went out in his lamp. Light went out in his lamp 'cause he was down there damn near a week before we could get to him. Ava: You know, I would lie in bed at nit, scared to close my eyes, imagining what it must've been like for him down there, all alone in the dark. Zachariah: Eh. He more than likely died in the collapse. Probably happened so damn fast, he never knew what ht him. Ava: You don't have to lie to me, Uncle Zachariah. I'm not a little girl anymore. Make it a whole lot easier on me if you was. Tell you the truth, I ... I always found grown-ups to be mystifying ... more so myself since I... got to be one. Now, your daddy, he'd have known how to warn you off marrying that no-good son of a bitch. Ava: He wouldn't have got any further than you did. Yeah. Ava: Fact is, nothing in the world was gonna talk me out of Bowman till I realized... there was a demon inside him. And what about Boyd? Ava: What about him? Zachariah: He ain't got the demon? Ava: Boyd is nothing like Bowman. Yeah, he's a Crowder. Ava: Now, that's awful strange talk, seeing as you're here working for him. Zachariah: I got bills to pay, Ava. Boyd: You got to buy your own food. Well, I hate to interrupt what I hope has been a touching reunion. Baby, Earl's all moved into the guest room. he knows to stay out of your hair, but he also knows to be ready in case he needs to take you somewhere. Ain't there something you need to say? Earl: Uh, thank you for, very much, the hospitality, Ms. Crowder. Ava: You're very welcome. Well, Zachariah, what say we get to it? Ava: Could you two excuse us for a moment? Zachariah: Seeing you is a tonic. Ava: You sure it's such a hot idea hiring on Zachariah? I mean, I know it's been a while, but, uh... I imagine I don't have to remind you how he is. Boyd: Baby, I'm fully aware of your Uncle's eccentricities, but I need his expertise. Don't worry. He ain't working for me. He's just working for me. You ready? You take your truck, I take mine. [door closes, engine turns over] Katherine: Oh, thank god ... coffee. Jesus H. Christ. Markham: [chuckles] That's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. You gonna say anything else? Katherine: No. "No," you're not gonna say anything or, "no," you won't marry me? Katherine: Could you close that box? I can't think with that thing staring at me. Markham: Oh, come on. It's what people do, isn't it? Katherine: It's not what we do. Not well, anyway. Markham: Maybe we could change that. Katherine: Look, it's simple ... I don't want to be married anymore. I've been married. So have you ... multiple times, if I'm not mistaken. History suggests we're not very good at it. Markham: None of my marriages was to you. Katherine: Oh, my god. You're so full of shit. Markham: I didn't come back here just to get into the weed business, Katherine. I'm not asking you to make up your mind right now. Katherine: All right, Avery. I will think about it. That is all I'm gonna promise. Markham: There is one other thing. Katherine: Isn't there always? I want you to come clean. "Come clean" about what? Markham: Grady. Okay. You got me. I cheated on Grady. 'Course, I would've thought you would've known that, seeing's how you were the one I cheated on him with. I'm not talking about you stepping out on him. Talking about you snitching him. I understand why you did it. Family to think about. Couldn't have both of you going to prison. Katherine: You think that I was the rat? Markham: It was why I got out of here. Figured I was next. You've thought that all these years. Why the hell would you want to marry me? Markham: I've made my peace with it. Katherine: Well, that's very generous of you, except for one little thing ... I didn't do it. Markham: Well, either way, far as I'm concerned, the past is the past. Here on in, as long as you're straight with me, You'll never have cause to worry another day in your life. Det. Costanzo: Hell of a thing. They bury him up here next week, we don't find him for a year. Det. Hughes: Shit, like as not we never find him. Tim: How's that? Raylan: Bear season. Det. Costanzo: Started this morning, ends Monday night or after five females are harvested. Det. Hughes: Other than that, the only people who ever get up here are ATV'ers, but they don't have dogs. Det. Costanzo: And on top of that run of luck, we go through the guy's pockets, find not only a driver's license but a calling card from the United States Marshals service. Det. Hughes: Some mrder the good lord just wants to see solved. Raylan: Anything on the doer? Det. Costanzo: Yeah, so far we got two sets of distinct footprints, most likely male, one set of tire depressions from a late-model car ... likely a sedan ... not much wear on the treads. Tim: That's it? Det. Costanzo: Well... we know the kller's got to be stronger than shit. Det. Hughes: Yeah. At first, we thought he used a baseball bat ... You know, laid it right across the Vic's temple. Look closer, though, you can see the knuckle marks. He was punched to death? Det. Hughes: Sure as hell was. Now, the marks suggest a single ht ... that guy looks like he got run over by a truck. Raylan: Or a train? Det. Costanzo: Well, like I said, stronger than shit. Det. Hughes: Place we're still weak is motive. Real-estate brokers don't tend to get themselves mrder. Now, we're thinking maybe this Schreier fella got caught up in something on the federal radar. You know, maybe that's what got him bat to death. Det. Costanzo: Yeah. So, I guess what we're really asking is, um... you know... how come he had your card on him? Raylan: He's my realtor. [bar music] Markham: Deputy U.S. Marshal Givens. And his sidekick. Suppose it's too much to hope you're here to say you've reconsidered my offer. Gonna advise Ms. McCready to do the same. Raylan: 'Fraid not. Markham: Just a social call, then? "People will say we're in love." Tim: Actually, we're here to talk to you about a mrder. Markham: Would you excuse us a moment, darlin'? Markham: And who am I supposed to have klled? Tim: Well, we've heard that'd be quite a list. You don't mind, we'll just focus on the last 24 hours. Raylan: Calhoun Schreier. Ha! That's my realtor. Raylan: Was. Mine, too, as it happens. Guess we're both in the market for someone new. I assure you, deputy, if somebody klled old Calhoun, this is the first time I'm hearing of it. Raylan: Say, I don't see my man Choo-Choo. He ain't dodging me, is he? Walker: He's out. Tim: Yeah? We go look around back, we're not gonna find him trying to hide behind a coat rack? Seabass: Choo-Choo don't need to hide from you. You want to take him on, you best call in an airstrike. Tim: Mm. Raylan: You know where I think you went wrong? You hired a bunch of mercs 'cause they look the shit in jungle fatigues. Turns out, they know klling, but they don't know crime. You see Choo-Choo... you be in touch. Tim: Silver lining ... you keep that card on you, cops ever find you buried in a shallow grave, they know to give us a call. [bell rings] Markham: Seems you boys have something to tell me. [music] Caprice: You Choo-Choo? Yeah. Caprice: Wasn't sure if I heard it right over the phone. Is that your real name? Choo-Choo: It's what they call me. Caprice: How come? Not really sure. Caprice: Okay. Uh, I was surprised you wanted to meet me here. Figured it was a lower class of girl that works the street. Caprice: Well, I'm not working the street. I just don't meet new guys at my place. Choo-Choo: Yeah. No, I meant... a girl as pretty as you are... you know, clean and all... Caprice: No, it's all right. I know what you meant. Good thing about people thinking you're dumb is, they tend to give you the benefit of the doubt. Caprice: What makes you think people think you're dumb? Choo-Choo: [chuckles] It's all right. Before my "alive day," if I'd met a guy that looks and talks the way I do now, I'd have thought the same thing. Caprice: You'd be amazed how many guys think that if they talk fast enough, no one'll realize they got nothing to say. I like the way you take your time. It's like all you want is for the other person to understand. Choo-Choo: You ever wish things wouldn't have to be the way they are? [music] You know, like, if you... close your eyes and open them, things would be different? Zachariah: Boyd, you take the lead. And you spring chickens, you follow me down, and don't go down this damn ladder too fast. I don't want you stepping on my gddmn hands. [laughs] Turn your lights on. [grunts] Ain't nothing to be scared of. You only have to come down far enough to still maintain radio contact on that cable I strung. [grunts] If anything happens, you call that rescue number I gave you. Then you call a lawyer. [coughs] 'Cause we're gonna need one. Oh, it's been a while. [generator whirring] Whoa, whoa, whoa, son. You brought a gn into a mine shaft? What the hell you think's gonna happen? You sht that thing off down here with some of this firedamp that's been building up in some of these gas pockets for god knows how long, I'll tell you what's gonna happen. We're gonna go up like the 4th of July. That's what's gonna happen. Hell, it'll be so damn loud, they'll probably hear us from West Virginia. Carl: Yeah, well, I always heard an abandoned mine's a likely place to stumble into a rattlesnake nest, so... The Pig: Carl don't like snakes. Well, why don't you ask him how feels about burning to death? Boyd: Give it over. Come on. Now look here ... you come across a rattlesnake or a bear or a chupacabra, you use this and give them what for. Pig? All right. We'll see you, Carl. Yeah. [indistinct conversations] Rachel: So that's who's in my parking spot. Less-secure woman than myself might worry you were looking over her shoulder. Art: Hey, it's free coffee. Plus, the docs gave me the green light to start driving, so I'm celebrating. Rachel: If you were celebrating, you'd be at the gn range. Art: That's exactly where I'm going right after I get your take on something. Rachel: Something about Raylan? Art: Why, no, as it happens. Wasn't the hale task force one of the first jobs you worked? Rachel: First big one, anyway. 21-year-old girl fresh out of Glynco. Art: Do you happen to have an idea who the U.S. Attorney's snitch might've been? Rachel: Snitch? That case was made on wiretaps. Whole reason why they couldn't get Katherine was 'cause she never talked on the phone. Art: Yeah, I know there wasn't ever an official C.I., but Poole always hinted that he had an inside man. Rachel: Didn't you tell me you'd never end up being one of those old lawmen who spent his golden years obsessed with his old cases? Art: All right, first of all, let's watch it with the "golden years" shit. Second of all, this is just an old case. It's not my old case. It's just an old case. And third, sometimes a man's just got to find a way to get out of the house. Could it have been Markham? Rachel: That makes sense. Turns out he was making time with Katherine ... still is, as a matter of fact, or is again ... that is, if I can trust our C.I. Art: I'll be goddamned. What do you mean trust your C.I.? Is Ava doing something that makes you not trust her? I think she tried to run yesterday. That or she and Raylan are back sleeping together or both. Art: How sure are you of that? Movement on their phones indicates she ran and he brought her back. Art: [scoffs] What a dumbass. You want some advice? Figure since you're already here... Art: Bring Raylan in and see if you can confirm what your gut is telling you. And if you can ... Rachel: If I can, I'll have to pull him. Art: Maybe. Probably. Rachel: Which'll mean terminating Ava as a C.I., which means we're starting this case over from scratch. Is that what you'd do? You'd let it go. Wouldn't risk the case just to save your own ass. Raylan: Either Markham's a hell of an actor or he really didn't know what his boys did to Calhoun. Tim: Well, he knows now. Wonderful things can happen when you sow seeds of distrust in a garden of assholes. [cellphone vibrating] Tim: You just come up with that? I read it somewhere. Tim: Well, do me a favor and say it again slow so I can write it down. Tammy Lee's beauty and hair. Ava: It's "Tammy Lee's Beauty Shop"... but I guess if Boyd's paranoid enough to call through all my contacts, the name of the salon would be the least of our problems. Raylan: You all right? Ava: I'm fine. Raylan: Why are you whispering? Ava: Boyd's got me a babysitter. He says it's in case Markham makes a move. You believe that? Ava: I guess I have to. I believed him when he said he cares about our future. Raylan: Yeah, me too. It's how I knew I could leave. Zachariah came over this morning. Boyd's got him working. I don't know on what, but I'll try and find out. I guess I gotta go. I just wanted you to know that I was working. Raylan: Ava, just 'cause Boyd thinks he's in love, don't make you Nancy Drew trying to earn your "Junior G-man" badge. No phone calls if someone's close enough you got to whisper. And thank you. Ava: I live to serve. Tim: She's back on track, huh? Yeah. Tim: How'd you manage that? Raylan: How did I manage that? I wonder. What do you think? Tim: Oh, I'm trying not to. Duffy: It makes a statement. Katherine: It's as big as a gddmn pomegranate. Did you know size is only one of the four C's of diamond quality ... you've also got color, clarity... can't think of the fourth. Katherine: You got something on your mind? Mike: "Size" doesn't start with a "C." Duffy: Carat-weight, Mikey. Katherine: Wynn! Duffy: What's on my mind? Uh, yeah. Just, uh, you got to hand it to the guy ... he's sure done a number on you. Katherine: What does that mean? Duffy: Cut. The fourth "C." Although it still feels like there's one more. Maybe it's five C's. Katherine: Okay, you want to stop screwing around and tell me what is on your mind? Duffy: Were you the snitch? Of course not. Duffy: Well, somebody was. And what better way to get you thinking it can't have been him than to say he thinks it was you? Did you let on that you suspected him? Katherine: Well, give me a little credit. Duffy: I give you all the credit in the world. In that case, please know I know when I'm being patronized. Duffy: Okay. Avery Markham has been in this game a long time, Watched god knows how many others end up locked up, dad, or both. Katherine: And the fact that he hasn't gone down doesn't necessarily mean he's a rat. It could just mean he's good. Duffy: And the fact that he asked you to marry him doesn't mean he's not playing you. You want me to look into it, see if I can dig something up, prove it was him or something proves that it wasn't? I'm just not sure it matters. Either way, we're gonna have to kll him. Katherine: Oh, it matters. If he's playing me, we're gonna have to kll him slow. You don't need me to tell you. You know what has to be done. Walker: Choo-Choo's a rock. He'd never give us up. Markham: Not on purpose. Feds have got guys that spend their whole lives tying people in knots ... Walker: I'm not... Choo-Choo and I were in the sandbox together. Markham: I know. Walker: I was in the humvee right behind his when he got blown up. I.E.D. flipped them over, then landed on our hood. Crushed their gn like a bug on our windshield. Choo-Choo's in the captain's seat. [chuckles] We got that door open... You wouldn't think anybody could be alive in there. Medics... picking splinters of the driver's bones out of his face... He lives through that? No. Markham: One morning when I was in I corps, We found a dad Cong who'd stepped in a punji pit in the dark. Thing about punji sticks, they're not meant to kll. A dad soldier reduces the force against you by one, but a wounded soldier slows down a whole unit. Cong used to cover their stakes with human shit, make the wounds infect. But rather than being a drag on his comrades, make them carry him back, this feller just decided to put a gn in his mouth. Walker: One man dies so the others can live. Markham: Anybody can run a peacetime command. Real leadership's about making the hard choices. [cellphone rings] Walker: Choo-Choo, sitrep. Choo-Choo: I been thinking... maybe there's another way. Walker: What's that mean? The girl ... I don't think she'd burn us. Walker: And how did you arrive at that conclusion? Choo-Choo: She told me. Walker: She told you... you didn't need to kll her because she wouldn't turn us in? Choo-Choo: Yeah, I know how it sounds. Walker: Is she there with you right now? Choo-Choo: Yeah. Walker: This seems like this a conversation we should be having face-to-face. Where are you, exactly? [music in headphones] Earl: S-Sorry, ma'am. My music too loud? Ava: Only if you care about your hearing. Earl: That's whole point of thrash ... got to be loud enough to drive everything else out of your head. Ava: I thought your generation was all about ear buds. Sit down. Earl: I don't like feeling anything inside my canals. Ava: First you call me "ma'am," and then you don't blink after I put us in separate generations. Makes me wonder how old you think I am. [chuckles] Earl: No, ma'am ... I mean, Ms. Crowder ... I-I know exactly how old you are. My brother Carl was a freshman at evarts when you were a senior. He used to say you were the prettiest girl on Earth. Ava: On Earth? [chuckles] First time I met you, you acted like you never saw me before. "Oh, shit. You're Boyd's girl." Earl: Seemed like the smartest play. Ava: How'd you pull guard duty? Your brother grew up thinking I hung the Moon. I'm surprised he wasn't first in line to keep an eye on me. Earl: Truth is, ma... Ms. Crowder ... I ain't much use in a mine. Ava: Well, ain't nothing to be ashamed of. Leave all that to Boyd and my uncle. Remind me the name of the shaft they're down? Earl: Um... Blanton Creek, isn't it? Ava: That's the one. [drill whirring] Zachariah: Hoo-hoo! [sighs] [both panting] [grunts] You all right? Boyd: Yeah, I'm all right. It's just been a while since I been down this deep. Zachariah: I thought you worked Black Pike, that doghole, over toward Cumberland a couple years back. Boyd: That was back when I didn't have a whole lot to live for. Zachariah: Mm. Let me ask you something, Zachariah ... do you really love being down in a hole? Zachariah: Only place I'm happy. [Chuckles] The Pig: Hey. Boyd: All right. Let's get back to work. Zachariah: Why don't you hand me that oil can over there? We might as well top off before we got on with it. Boyd: Aah! The Pig: Shit! Boyd! Boyd! Zachariah: Hold on! Don't move! Don't move! Boyd? Boyd: Yeah. The Pig: You all right?! Boyd: Yeah. Board ... board's pinning me. Zachariah: No more, or we'll all end up down there with him. [breathing heavily] Tie it on a beam. And wrap it around yourself. Now, Boyd, don't you move, don't you talk, don't even breathe deep! Loosen that up. [speaking indistinctly] [grunting] Don't move. All right, pull it taut. All right? Hey, don't you move. All right. Now, I'm gonna reach for you. Don't you reach for me. All right? We go on three, all right? Don't move, now. 1... 2... 3! Aah! Here we go! Come on! I got you, I got you! [both grunting] Boyd: [gasping] The Pig: Shit! You all right, Boyd?! Boyd: Yeah. Yeah, I-I'm all right. [coughing] Zachariah: Go on up topside, take a break. Boyd: No, we on ... we on the clock. Zachariah: Nah, after a fall like that, you need to see some sunshine. Hey, you're going up topside. The Pig: Hey, y-y-you don't worry about a thing, Boyd. You come back down here in the morning, you'll find us dug halfway home. Boyd: [sighs] Well, maybe one near-death experience is enough for one day. The Pig: gddmn. Welcome to the dance, son. [music] Walker: You come to your senses? Go get her. Choo-Choo: No. Uh... Walker: Maybe we should start this conversation over again. We could get back in the car, get out again... She shouldn't have to die for my mistake. Walker: Chooch... all the places we've been, all the things we've seen ... shit, all the things we've done ... you still think "should" really matters? I won't let you kll her. Walker: Well, fine, then. You kll her, like you were ordered to. Tim: Nobody move. Hands! Raylan: "kll her like you were ordered to"? Taken out of context, that's the kind of statement might suggest criminal intent. Tim: Everybody on your knees. Walker: Didn't hear a car pull up. Down at the bottom of the hill? Tim: Put your hands on your head and get on the ground. Walker: You followed us from the Portal? Tim: Guess you must be slipping. Raylan: Or maybe you've just got a lot on your mind, coming here to mrder one of your own men. Markham say it'd be a mercy klling, putting Choo-Choo out of his misery? Walker: He's lying. Tim: If that's not what he's here for, why'd he bring backup? Walker: They're lying. They're just trying to divide our superior force! Tim: You know we're not lying. Walker: We do them both right now. Then we ht Crowder. After that, no one's getting on you about klling a realtor. Tim: You're really gonna die for a guy who's trying to kll you? Raylan: You can't still be taking his orders. Choo-Choo: It's all I got. [gn] Walker: [grunts] [engine turns over] Zachariah: You ever been in a mine before? The Pig: Couple summers, on and off. Yeah, it shows. You know your way around down here. You don't waste time looking for no chupacabras. [chuckles] The Pig: Some people just ain't built for it, I guess. Zachariah: I'll say. The Pig: Ooh-hoo-hoo! Shit, that's a long ways down. Hey. Zachariah, come look at this here. That look like rot to you? Zachariah: No, sir, it sure don't. The Pig: It almost looks like somebody cut the boards away. Zachariah: Yeah. God damn, son, you got one hell of an eye. [chuckles] It's a damn shame. The Pig: What is? Aah! [body thuds] Zachariah: Ah, Jesus. [beeps] Carl! Carl! Jesus Christ! Tim: The girl puts Choo-Choo at Calhoun's last night with another guy ... sounds like this fella Seabass. Harlan P.D.'s hoping to catch him before he gets word of what happened here and decides to go on the run like his boys. Rachel: I've got 50 additional deputies on the way in from Atlanta and Cincinnati. Plus, every cop for a hundred miles just got a printout of Walker and Choo-Choo's faces. Raylan: Only thing local law enforcement is gonna be for these guys is target practice. Tim: He's got a point. Rachel: Which is why I'm not starting your critical-incident leave until after my reinforcements arrive. Meanwhile, Tim, get your r*fle out of the trunk. Tell Nelson we're rolling in five. Tim: Yes, ma'am. You heard from your C.I. today? Raylan: Yeah, this afternoon, when we were watching the Portal. Rachel: She said the play against Fekus is holding? Raylan: She didn't say it isn't. Was there something else? [siren wails in distance] [helicopter blades whirring] [bell dinging] [engine sputters, train whistle blaring] [brakes squealing] [dinging continues] Man: What the hell kind of idiot move is that? Man #2: I guess it don't much matter now. [siren wails in distance] Earl: Probably different from what you're used to. Ava: It's awful. [laughs] You can try another song, but I don't think it's gonna get any better. Oh! That's loud. Earl: It's real good. Ava: That's awful. Hi. Well, I suppose coming home to find you two carrying on is better than what I came home to last night. 'Less, of course, you're bird-dogging my girl. Earl: No, Boyd, it's nothing like that ... He's just kidding. Baby, I didn't expect you so early, or I'd have started cooking sooner. Boyd: Mm. Ava: How was it with my uncle? Boyd: [chuckles] [cellphone rings] Let me get this. Limehouse: I imagine you recognize this voice, but unless you're alone, I'll advise you not to say my name. Boyd: Well, considering what happened last time I saw you, you really think you're in a position to ask me for a favor? Limehouse: Oh, hell. I'm not asking anything. I'm offering. Boyd: Offering what? Limehouse: Information. Boyd: Well, I guess that shouldn't come as a shock. How much are you charging for it? Limehouse: Not a thing. I'm just hoping you'll see it as the kind of a good-faith gesture to mark a new beginning for our beautiful friendship. Boyd: Well, that's a pretty high bar. Can't think of anything I need to know bad enough to want to clear it. Limehouse: Well, it could be on account of this here is what the man would call an "unknown unknown" ... something you don't even know you don't know. Boyd: In that case, I await my enlightenment. Ava tell you anything about what she got up to yesterday? [music]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x06 - Alive Day"}	foreverdreaming
Tim: Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: Paperwork's been filed. I'll be there, all moved in, in a few weeks. Winona: Daddy's coming home so that mommy can finally take a nap. The Pig: Does that look like rot to you? It almost looks like somebody cut the boards away. Zachariah: Son, you got one hell of an eye. The Pig: Aaaaah! Limehouse: You running from Boyd, the law, or both? Ava: I don't want anyone after me, especially Boyd. You can go now. Not till I know you ain't gonna wake up tomorrow mornin' and run again. Ava: You don't give a shit about me. You just care that I don't jeopardize your precious case against Boyd! Boyd: Raylan Givens. I thought that was your car out front. Baby, how long has our guest been here without you offering him a drink? Limehouse: This here is what the man would call an "unknown unknown" ... Something you don't even know you don't know. Ava tell you anything about what she got up to yesterday? Markham: You know what has to be done. Walker: Choo-Choo's a rock. He'd never give us up. Markham: Not on purpose. Choo-Choo: I won't let you kll her. Walker: Fine, then. You kll her, like you were ordered to. Tim: Put your hands on your head and get on the ground. 6x07 - The Hunt Rachel: Roadblocks set up already here and here, but if he's ex-special ops, he's more than likely to go up and around. We got helicopters up? Raylan: We got helicopter ... singular ... up. Rachel: Well, can we get more? [cellphone buzzing] Raylan: I don't know. I ain't the one who flies helicopters. Rachel: [sighs] I don't want this guy going all Eric Frein on us, hole up at some derelict airport for weeks while we're out here chasing our own dicks. Tim: Sounds really strange when you say that. Rachel: I'm running shit. I get to use the expression. Tim: Roger that. Rachel: Nelson, how many can state police spare? How many what, now? Rachel: Maybe get art to call in a favor. Raylan: [sighs] Chief, I got to go. I got a thing. You got a thing. You ain't gonna take my word for it, are you? Rachel: You see what we got here. We're looking for a sht. Raylan: Yes, I was involved in that shting. Now you got the marshals en route. Plus, you asked me to take 24 hours to decompress and regroup, right? Rachel: You want out. You want out of the manhunt. Raylan: I keep reliving it. It's like a movie I keep seeing. Rachel: Raylan... Raylan: Probably gonna have to take meds to help me sleep. Rachel: Fine. If you want to decompress, go decompress. Just be somewhere I can find you. Raylan: You know I will be. Rachel: And don't decompress all over Walker if this is about you happening across the man somewhere on your own. Raylan: I got it. I'm gone. Good luck. [cellphone clicks] [breathing heavily] Seabass: It's Walker. He wants to talk to both of us. Markham: I was beginning to feel concerned for you. How are things? Walker: I'm afraid... we got a bit of a problem, Mr. Markham. I'm gonna need an extraction if it's still available. Markham: You sit tight. I'm gonna get you to a doctor. Now, where are you, son? Walker: Sergeant? Seabass: I'm coming for you, top. Is your car's GPS still active? Walker: I knew I could count on you, sergeant. I am near Corbin. I'm holed up in an abandoned church on the East side of town. You can't miss it. Seabass: Okay, top, you hang on. I'm coming. [sighs] Markham: Where you going, Sean? Well, we can't just leave him out there. He's hurt and he's a target. Markham: You and I both know he ain't gonna be where he said he was. You go out there and get rolled up in their horseshit dragnet, then where are we? So, now... before you rush off into whatever hazards await... Seabass: It's not about the money. Markham: You're correct. It's about loyalty. And I need yours. More than that, it's about freedom. Seabass: Freedom from what? Markham: You stay loyal to me, and I'll fix it so the only one you ever have to take orders from again... is you. That's freedom. Give you my word on it. Walker is brned. He's a rogue element. Ain't nothing for him now. [drawer closes] Got to stay out of that fre he started. Seabass: What about me? Markham: That whore can identify you from Schreier's. So if I was you, I'd lay low for a while. Can I count on you, son? Good man. Boyd: Mm. Ava: Mm-hmm. Boyd: You need another pair of hands? Ava: Boyd. Is Earl still here? Boyd: No. I let Earl go home for the evening. No, baby. It's just you and me and the dishes. Ava: Mm! Mm. And my overnight bag. Boyd: Well, I took the liberty of packing some clothes for you. I hope you don't mind. Ava: [chuckles] We going back to Lexington? Boyd: No, baby, we gonna go up to my daddy's hunting cabin in Bulletville. Ava: And why we going to Bulletville? Boyd: Well, I figured, with everything that's been going on in our lives lately, we needed a break. When I dug coal, I'd go up to that cabin at least once a week, breathe in that fresh mountain air, clear all of that mine dust out of my lungs. Ava: [chuckles] Just you and me? Boyd: Just the two of us. Ava: Mm. Baby, that cabin is so far away. Maybe we can just, uh, stay here tonight. I just want to finish cleaning, curl up on the couch, and watch some TV. Boyd: I wasn't asking. I want to see you first thing in the morning by that green mountain light. Meet you in the truck in five. Winona: Well, look what the cat dragged in. Raylan: I'm so sorry. Winona: So you said ... on the phone, about 30 times. Raylan: I just ... it was in the calendar. I just, uh ... Winona: I'm fine, Raylan. I took an uber, and, uh, we only got lost once. I'm pretty sure that was my fault. Raylan: Did you eat? Do you want to eat? There's a ... Winona: We're good. I hope you didn't come racing over here. Raylan: I might have. Propelled by guilt, having dropped the ball. Winona: All the way from Harlan? Well, she threw up on the plane, And she hasn't stopped bitching about the trip ever since. But seeing as though you haven't had a chance to do so yet, would you like to hold your daughter, Raylan? There you go. Raylan: Hello, little girl. [baby cries] Aww. Winona: I know you probably have to go, but... Raylan: I'm not going anywhere. Hey. [baby fusses] [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Carl: [echoing] Hey, Pig! Could he still be alive? You want to climb down there and find out? Carl: Maybe I will. God! Zachariah: Ground ain't sab. That's how he slipped. Carl: Ugh! Zachariah: Don't be careful, you'll end up down there with him. Carl: [panting] Zachariah: I heard him ht. Time it took, I'd say it's about a 300-foot drop. Only way your boy's still alive is if he's made of iron. Carl: [sighs] I got to call Boyd. Tell him what happened. Zachariah: Nah, you don't tell him something like this on the phone. Carl: Yeah, well, you don't give me orders, either. Zachariah: Whenever we lost one of our own, every man who worked with him went to the house of the family to deliver the news, to comfort in person. Carl: Yeah. Well, The Pig wasn't one of Boyd's own. Zachariah: Don't matter, now, does it? That boy gave his life doing this job. You show him some gddmn respect. Carl: Whatever, old man. I'm gonna tell him how I'm gonna tell him. You all right with that? Zachariah: Fine. Winona: All good? Raylan: Status quo. [baby cries] Winona: What is it you're missing out on while you're here playing the family man? Raylan: Oh, nothing big. A little chase. How long are you two here? Winona: Well, we have an appointment with frieder tomorrow, and then we're gonna do some visiting. And then we're out the next day. Raylan: Frieder's the, uh, O.B.? Winona: Uh, pediatrician. Raylan: Ah. Winona: Can you hold that for me? Yeah, that's fine. This is one of those situations where I'm gonna need you to... not freak out, maybe sit down. Raylan: I'm not freaking out. And I don't want to sit down. [baby cries] Winona: Okay. Um, Willa's well-baby check a few weeks back, the doctor that m-my mother recommended, he was listening to her heart and says maybe he hears something. Raylan: That sounds bad. Is that bad? Winona: He's, uh, he's rating it a-a grade 4 heart murmur, Which means it's ... it's pretty loud, but 's not super-loud. It could be a-a congenital defect, Or she could just grow out of it. And, you know, it's not like I don't trust this guy, but ... Raylan: You trust frieder. Winona: Yeah. And she said she could get Willa in to see the peds-cardiologist and they can run some tests and see what's what. Raylan: Jesus. Winona: Are you freaking out? Raylan: I am not freaking out. Are you freaking out? Winona: I am not freaking out. But I am gonna have to put myself down with a stiff drink, so... Raylan: By the way, how is your mother? Winona: [laughs] That's so weird. Um, she's fine. She would love to know that you were interested. Well, she might at least appreciate that I pretended to be interested. Winona: She's driving me into the ground with these mommy-and-me classe "you got to get that baby out to see the world. Work on your networking skills." "Socializing the child" is what she calls it. She's been watching "the view." Raylan: Mm. Winona: I tell her, "you know what? "Why don't you try balancing a baby on your ass while you're doing yoga?" Raylan: Didn't she put you in daycare when you were like only a month old? Winona: Seems it's easier to give motherly advice than it is to actually mother. Oh, you want her? Raylan: Uh-huh. Winona: She did try and, uh, set me up on a date, though, if you can imagine that. Raylan: Really? Winona: Mm-hmm. A guy named Randy, divorced. I thought he was a cousin, but apparently not. Raylan: So, what'd you say? Oh, well, I haven't said anything yet. Why? What should I say? Raylan: You say whatever you want. Winona: Well, I would say he looks a little too much like Wallace Shawn for my taste. Oh! Uh, another thing... Raylan: Hmm? Winona: ...uh, while I'm here. The lawyers came back with the custody agreement, and they're gonna need us to formalize our joint-custody pattern. Which brings up the question, a-are we gonna share custody of Willa? Because if we are, we need to figure out how we're gonna break that up. Ava: [sighs] Can we get a fre going? Boyd: In a minute. But first... I think I got something to make you forget that cold ... if it's still here. Ah. Ohh. [groans] Aha! Well, here it is. Ava: What's that? Boyd: This is one of the last surviving bottles of the pappy Van Winkle warehouse fre of '95. Ava: [chuckles lightly] Boyd: Only three cases left untouched. My daddy pilfered one of those cases, and I, in turn, may have pilfered one bottle from that one case. Ava: May have? Boyd: Well, I admit nothing. I don't know that there is a statute of limitations on that kind of deviant behavior. Ava: I'll keep my mouth shut either way. Boyd: Well, I certainly hope you can. You know... [cork pops] ...I have kept this bottle up here for all these years only to be opened on the night that I got married. But seeing as how we are on the precipice of starting our lives together, I thought, no better time than the present. Ava: I'm not superstitious, but I think we should wait till we're married. Why jinx the future? I've been waiting on this moment damn near 20 years, Ava. You will have a sht with me. Ava: I'll have one. Boyd: That's all I ask. Mm. [gulps] gddmn! That's like drinking silk. Let me see that. My, oh, my. That is beautiful. Ava: My fiancé did good. Boyd: [chuckles] You know, my mama and daddy were married on this very spot. Said their vows right in front of that fireplace. Got me to thinking ... maybe me and you ought to write our own vows. Ava: You serious? Boyd: I am. Not some rote commitment recited without meaning ... something from the heart. Ava: And no "till death do us part," 'Cause I don't want to hear about that on my wedding day. Boyd: Oh, me neither. [chuckles] Boyd: But I do think we ought to talk about commitment... trust... loyalty. Those are important words. Wouldn't you agree? Ava: Why wouldn't I? [drink pours] Boyd: You know, when my mama and daddy got married, "I promise to obey" was in their wedding vows. Ava: Did you hear that from inside your mama's womb? Boyd: My daddy'd bring it up every time he ht my mama. Although I don't think he ever did get around to obeying her. Ava: [chuckles lightly] Bowman never troubled himself making excuses. Boyd: Me, myself... ...I don't believe that a man should ever ht a woman. Or, at least, I ain't found a reason yet. Ava: Meaning you could find one? Well, what if a handsome man smiled at me and somehow that was my fault? Or I didn't have your dinner ready exactly when you came home? Would you bat on me, then apologize and promise to never do it again? And keep that promise maybe one day, maybe two. Boyd: Ava, have I ever done anything to you? Have I ever hurt you in any way? Ava: Bowman was sweet as candy till we got married. Then I was his property. Boyd: Well, I ain't my brother. Ava: No, but you are a Crowder, aren't you? You forced me to come up here. You make me drink when I don't want to. [scoffs] You gonna take his bottle, crack it over my head next? Like Bowman would do? [bottle thuds] That what you want? Ava: I don't know what I want. Boyd: You want to ht me a little bit, don't you? That'd feel good? Ava: It might. Boyd: Well, then, go on, girl. Do it. Ava: Do what? Boyd: ht me, woman. Go on. Ava: [grunts] [Panting, grunts] Boyd. [Exhales sharply] Boyd! [music] Aah! Aaah! [grunting] [groaning] [knock on door] [groans] [knock on door] [panting] [knocking on door] Ooh. Whew. [knock on door] Troy: I hear you in there! [panting] Troy: About time. Walker: Let me guess. Fraternity brothers? What educational institution is lucky enough to have you for students? Troy: F.U. [chuckles] Heard of it? Great proctology program. I'll bet you'd love it. Chad: [gasps] Oh! Went up my nose. Walker: I never went to college myself. Joined the army right out of high school. Gave me some notion of fraternity. Troy: And we thank you for your service. Now, if you're done whipping your army pud in there, I got to shit. Walker: Begging the question, will your brother over there step in when I split your skull open? Troy: I ... Whoa, whoa, look. I-I was... just kidding, man. [chuckles] So was I. Ahhh. Apologies. My twisted sense of humor. It has been a day. Where you boys headed? Troy: Uh, D-D-Disney world. Walker: Disney world. Chad: Maybe the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Walker: Orlando, huh? Of all the gin joints in ... the fates are smiling upon me, gentlemen. I was headed there myself! Gonna deliver this to an old army buddy. Memento of our time in the box. This vest saved his life many a time. Hey. How about I give you $300 to deliver it to Orlando for me, huh? Go ahead. Take it. Take it. And for your incidentals... now, don't be shy. You buy all the PBR and funyuns you can stomach. Now, the address is 1212 Main Street. Repeat that back to me. Both: 1212 Main Street. [chuckles] See how easy that is to remember? Much appreciated, gentlemen. You two have fun. You know, how could you not? That's the happiest place on Earth! Raylan: Is there something else I could be doing or I should be doing? Winona: You do realize that that question puts it on me to come up with a task to occupy you with on top of having to deal with her? Raylan: Okay. That's fair. Winona: Sorry. Raylan: No. That's all right. Winona: I'm sorry. I know. It's just, it's been six hours of this, and I-I don't know what to do anymore. Raylan: Is it the heart murmur thing? Winona: No, it's, um, it's an ear infection and a chest cold, and this is my life. This is what it looks like now. Raylan: Aww. [baby crying] Raylan: Well, that question you were asking before about, do I want to be involved in my daughter's life? Winona: Yeah? Raylan: Of course I do. Winona: Okay, well, this is your daughter's life, Raylan. This is what it looks like. But you can see that I'm here and that I'm racking my brain trying to figure out how I can help. Winona: I don't know. I don't know. I never know with you. 'Cause you got that thing, you got that "I couldn't care less" thing. I ... How am I supposed to know? Raylan: Know what? Winona: What you want, Raylan. And look, I'm not gonna lie ... I liked it. It's part of what drew me to you. But this is different. Things are different now. And trying to factor in where your head's at with us right now, it's exhausting! And it's unfair. And frankly, it's bullshit. Raylan: Okay. Winona: And you still haven't answered the question about custody about ... oh! ... how involved you want to be in our lives. I know. I know. Raylan: Because you know how involved I want to be. I mean, don't you? I don't know anything right now. All I do know is that it's 3:00 in the morning, I have been on two flights and an uber with this demon child attached to my boob, and I can't get it up right now to answer your questions for you. So why don't you give us ladies the bathroom for a little while, okay? [crying continues] Ava: Mm. What the hell, Boyd? Boyd: We going hunting. Ava: What? Boyd: First day of razorback season, State of Kentucky. [Ava sighs] Boyd: I already got the coffee going. Ava: What time is it? Boyd: It's early. And we need to get to the stand while the sun is rising if we gonna bag us a shoat. Get up. [baby fussing] Winona: I know, I know, I know, I know. I know. I know. [fussing continues] I'm sorry I howled at you. Raylan: You weren't the only one howling, as I recollect. Winona: Oh, Raylan. What is it with this baby? What is it gonna take? Raylan: Winona, for the love of the child, let me take her out for ice cream or something. I'm not gonna give her ice cream. Maybe a taste. But I'm gonna have some ice cream, and I'll drive her around a bit. That helps, right? And then you can get some sleep. Winona: What is ... What is this sleep you speak of? [gasps] Hi. Hello. That's it. I've got you. I've got you. Yeah. Markham: Don't tell me you're the closer. Art: No. I wish I was. That'd be cool. No, I'm just a P.O.D. ... plain old deputy. But I was just walking past, and I thought you looked really familiar. You mind if I ask your name? Markham: Avery Markham. Art: Markham! That's right ... Avery Markham. [chuckles] You know what? When I was just a pup, I served some warrants on some of your men. And then you and I passed each other one day in the courtroom when that judge you paid off dismissed all the charges. Markham: You must not have made an impression. I don't remember you. Art: Well, memory loss ... that's a sure sign of old age. Markham: So's losing your hearing. How about the old fishing pole? Still able to hook a fish with it? Art: You know, I've been married for 28 years. I don't get the pole out as much as I used to. But I hear you do. I heard you pulled Katherine Hale into your boat. Markham: Why would you care about my relationship with Katherine Hale? Art: Well, I don't, Except for the one that you had with her 14 years ago. Wasn't it around that time that her husband, Grady Hale, got klled in prison? I ... sorry. I have trouble remembering things, too. Markham: I heard it was su1c1de. Art: su1c1de, huh? Wow. Well, I mean, the reason I recall it is because that's around the same time that U.S. Attorney Simon Poole got his head blown off. You remember that? I remember he had a hard-on for Grady. Art: He did. That's right. And ... And you were Grady's partner, right? You know, a lot of people were saying that Simon Poole claimed he had a snitch in Grady's camp that ratted him out. You wouldn't have any idea who that was, would you? Markham: I'm confused. Are you calling me a mrder or are you calling me a rat? Art: Well, neither, as such. I'm just... thinking. I mean, it ... it wouldn't make sense for you to kll Poole to slow down Grady's case just to turn around and kll Grady so that you could be with Katherine if... If I was just gonna leave Kentucky? Art: Exactly. Markham: That was not an easy decision. I loved Katherine. Still do. Art: Well, that's very sweet. But why leave? Unless... maybe you didn't trust her. Or you didn't know what she was gonna do to you. [elevator bell dings] Well, you picked a hell of a time for "take your daughter to work" day. Raylan: I figured it'd be easier selling her here than someplace I didn't know anybody. Art: Oh, my goodness. What a relief. She doesn't look like you. Good for her. Raylan: What are you doing her? Art: I'm just bored. I love a good manhunt. Hey, they rolled Markham up. Raylan: Doesn't look like we're keeping him much longer. Art: No, we're not. So if you want to talk to him, you better get in there. Isn't that right? Daddy better go talk to the bad man. [laughs] Raylan: Some other time, huh? Art: Well, she's beautiful. I wouldn't leave her in this office much longer. Too many reprobates in here. And I'm talking about the ones on the payroll. Raylan: Take it easy, Art. This is where daddy sits. Tim: Yours, I hope. Raylan: That's what they tell me. See that? Huh? Why aren't you on the manhunt? Tim: Oh, I myself was given 24 hours to decompress. Look what you started, Norma Rae. So what are you doing here? Tim: Tracking this asshle's credit cards. Raylan: Walker's using credit cards? Tim: Crossed the Harlan County line into Wabash County and immediately spent $120 at Leo's Liquor. Second card for gas in Tennessee before going back to the first card and spending over $300 at a prn shop in Murfreesboro. Raylan: That ain't him. Tim: You mean Walker's not an alcoholic prn addict with a full tnk of gas who compartmentalizes his vice spending from his staples? Raylan: Well, I don't know what you just said, but he must have given someone his credit cards. He ain't stupid enough to use them, and he wouldn't buy all that shit. Tim: I know. That's why I was condescending to you just now. Raylan: Go ahead and get your shts in now. She won't be with me all the time. Tim: Do you hear how I'm condescending to you just now? Rachel: Raylan. Why are you here? Raylan: You want to hold her? Rachel: Did you ask Tim if he wanted to hold her? Raylan: No, because he is not a nurturing, caring human being. He's kind of an asshle. Nelson: Can I ... Can I hold her? Raylan: No. So, why'd you leave Harlan? Rachel: Boss doesn't get to play around in the woods all day. So everything's under control. Rachel: Even if it wasn't, what good are you to me with a baby on your hip? Raylan: You sure you don't want to hold her? Rachel: Shouldn't you be, you know, taking care of her or something? Raylan: I thought that's what I was doing, bringing her here. [telephone rings] Rachel: Brooks. Raylan. Raylan: Hmm? [grunts] Come on! [breathing heavily] [gn cocks] [music] [cellphone beeping] Oh, for... [beeping stops] [dialing] [ringing] Woman: 911. What is your emergency? Boyd: All those times hunting, Ava, what was the first animal you ever klled? Ava: Squirrel. Boyd: Squirrel? How old were you? Ava: 6. Daddy gave me a .410 for my birthday. You kll that squirrel with one sht? Ava: No, I didn't. Could barely hold the gn, I was shaking so hard. Boyd: You sound like cousin Johnny, worst rfle sht I ever did see. He'd only go hunting with a four-wheeler and a spotlight. That ain't sport. It's slaughter. You got to give an animal a fair shake. Ava: [sighs] Well, makes sense. Johnny was a coward. Boyd: I never understood where I went wrong with him, why he saw fit to betray me. Devil, too. If they weren't happy with their lot in my crew, why didn't they just come to me? I'm a reasonable man. We could have hashed our differences out over a bottle of Woodford. Why you think they wouldn't do that, Ava? Ava: Maybe because they were afraid of what you were gonna do to them. What you did to them. Boyd: You scared of me? Ava: Sometimes. [pig snorts] Boyd: Don't move. You just stay right there. Ava: Boyd? Boyd: Stay right there. Ava: Boyd! [voice breaking] Boyd? [gn] Aah! Daah! [panting] Boyd? Boyd? [laughter] First hog of the season! Now, you stay right there! I'm gonna go get the truck! We gonna have us some pork tonight, baby! Whoo! [sighs] [breathing shakily] Winona: Oh, my god. Y'all were gone forever. Raylan: Sorry. Winona: Don't be sorry. It's the best sleep I've had in weeks. And is that silence I hear? Raylan: Seems she's feeling somewhat improved. Winona: Oh, baby girl. I never love you more than I love you when you're quiet. Raylan: It's been like that for at least an hour or so. Winona: So, where did y'all go? Raylan: Well, drove around, went to the park for a little bit. Is that why the office called and said you left her pacifier there? Raylan: Did they wake you? Winona: They did. Raylan: I just ... Winona: Okay, Raylan. You don't have to tell me stories. I mean, obviously, I trust you with her. You know that, right? Raylan: Yes, I know that. I don't know why I left that part out. I guess I thought you'd just think... Oh, I don't know. I just couldn't stay away. Winona: Oh, I know you can't stay away. It's not like that's a theory. You know, what I don't understand is that you haven't figured out that I know that already. And yet, here I am. What does that tell you? Thank you so much for watching her. You don't know the half of how bad I needed that. I got to come clean to you about something. Um, Willa's heart wasn't the only thing that got me on the plane out here. I mean, it was ... it was part of it, but... just [sighs] all that worrying about it, it really got me thinking. And, uh... [sighs] Um... Raylan: What is it? Hey. Winona: I used to lie awake in our bed when you'd be out doing whatever it was that you did, and ... and I would get so worked up over thinking about if you were never gonna come home again and what I would do if that happened. And that seemed to me... unbearable. And ... And it seemed unfair. Raylan: I suppose it was. Winona: Well, whether it was or it wasn't or is, now I lie awake next to this little girl and... I listen to her breathe. I know you're not coming home. And it's... that certainty... [sighs] I'm just saying, I think ... I think I liked it better the first way. Winona, are you saying ... What I'm saying is... God damn it. I'm saying I love you and I miss you and I want you to come home, and I don't care where home is. I don't care if it's here or in Miami or in the hills. It doesn't matter to me. But if you want it, I want you by my side raising our daughter. So, I guess what I'm saying is... you can be with me... and still be you, if that's something you want. [cellphone buzzing] Well, you should get it. You're gonna wake her up. Raylan: It's Rachel. I'll send her to voicemail. [whispers] Did you not hear a word I just said? Answer it. [cellphone beeps] Raylan: Hey. Rachel: Ava's up at Bulletville. Raylan: Say what? Rachel: We tracked her phone. Boyd has a cabin there, right? Any reason she'd go to it? Raylan: Not that I can think of. Haven't you heard from her? Raylan: Not a word. I'm gonna need a little time. Rachel: Raylan. Raylan: If she's in Bulletville, she's in Bulletville. Magic eight ball says "ask again later." I will reach out and I will stay by my phone. All right? Rachel: Get here when you can. [cellphone beeps] [music] [siren wails, chirps] Walker: Thank god. Hey! My brother's hurt real bad. We were hiking. He fell. He split his head open. There's ... There's a lot of blood. Please. EMT 1: Okay, sir. Just give us a second. Let's see what's going on with you here, buddy. Okay? Walker: Oh, n... I-I'm fine. I got poked by a branch. It's ... It's nothing. Please, forget about me. Just go ... go get my brother! EMT 1: I'll go ahead and call it in. Get a bird in the air. Tell them we got a climber. Walker: Oh, no. We don't need a chopper. He's right on top of the ridge. EMT 1: Sir, standard procedure. We don't need them, we don't need them. Walker: What's that? EMT 1: Oh, it's just antibiotic. Now hold still. Walker: I thought methohexital was a sedative. EMT 1: [grunts] Walker: Huh! No, no, no. [gn cocks] "Be on the lookout, bearded sasquatch man, possible gn wound." Is that right? [gn] That sound right?! EMT 2: Yes, yes! Jesus! Didn't realize they were gonna send me a couple of heroes. All I wanted was that kit ... patch myself up. See a man I got to see, do a job I got to do. That's all. Then they send me a pair of heroes. EMT 2: He was a hero. Put me in the back, strap me down. I-I won't be able to move or call anyone. And you can take the kit. You can take the kit and get away. Walker: Yeah, I could do that. But it's been such a day. [gn] Boyd: That flank looks like it's been to hell and back. Ava: I ain't hungry. Boyd: Well... I am famished. And whatever the good lord sees fit to provide... You believe in god, Ava? Ava: Why'd you bring me up here, Boyd? Boyd: Just to spend a lovely 24 hours with my lady. Ava: Bullshit. You've been dancing around something since we got here. So why don't you just come out and say whatever it is you got to say? [cellphone ringing] Boyd: You want to get that? [ringing stops] Is that your "salon" calling again? You been lying to me, Ava. I know you ran. I know you went to see Limehouse. I know someone helped you escape Errol, and it wasn't just that constable. And not 24 hours later, I come home to find Raylan Givens sitting in your gddmn kitchen. So, how about you come out, say what it is you got to say? Ava: I'm a snitch. Boyd: A what? [shakily] Ava: I'm a C.I. for Raylan. I sold you out, Boyd. Boyd: [sighs] Ava: [sighs] You gonna kll me? That it? You gonna kll me now? You left me in prison. You did nothing for me. You were gonna cut a deal with the Crowes. You could have asked for anything! You wanted a clean slate ... for yourself. You didn't even ask about me. I was gonna die in prison, Boyd. Those girls were gn for me! Should I be expected to fight every single day for the rest of my life? Don't you tell me you wouldn't have done the same exact gddmn thing. Boyd: Are you sleeping with Raylan Givens? Ava: What? Are you sleeping ... with Raylan? Ava: You're gonna ask me that? Boyd: 'Cause if you are, take it. Take it! Take it! Put a bllet... in my head right now. Do it. Ava: No! I didn't ... Boyd: Do it! Ava: I didn't do anything with Raylan! It's you! It's always been you! You take it. And you do whatever it is you got to do. [gasping] Boyd: [sighs] I let you down. And I'm sorry. I understand what you did... ...why you did it. I still... love you. Ava: [voice breaking] I love you, too, Boyd. If you would trust me right now, if you will tell me everything that you told Raylan Givens ... I mean everything ... I can get us out of this. I can give him enough information to keep him running in circles until we can get that money and run. But I got to trust you. Ava: You can trust me. Boyd: And I got to know that you trust me. Ava: I trust you, Boyd. Boyd: I'm gonna go get some more firewood. Raylan: You sure you don't want me to come with? Winona: No, you better get back to work before everything falls apart over there. Raylan: [chuckles] Winona: So... So... [inhales deeply] We gonna do this, then? Raylan: I don't see how we don't try. Winona: What do you give us? 50/50 sh*t? 51/49. Winona: Oh. Well, which way? See you soon? Yeah. Yes, you will. [music]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x07 - The Hunt"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Seabass: What's our play? Markham: Walker's brned. He's a rogue element. Walker: [groans] Markham: Ain't nothing for him now. The Pig: It almost looks like somebody cut the boards away. Zachariah: God damn, son, you got one hell of an eye. [screams] Katherine: You think that I was the rat? Markham: That was why I got out of here. Figured I was next. You've thought that all these years. Why the hell would you want to marry me? Markham: I made my peace with it. Wynn: Were you the snitch? Katherine: Of course not. Wynn: Well, somebody was, and what better way to get you thinking it can't have been him than to say he thinks it was you. Boyd: So, how about you come out, say what it is you got to say? Ava: I'm a snitch. I'm a C.I. for Raylan. Boyd: I understand what you did, why you did it. I still... love you. Ava: [voice breaking] I love you, too, Boyd. Winona: I'm saying I love you, and if you want it, I want you by my side raising our daughter. We gonna do this, then? Raylan: I don't see how we don't try. What do you give us, 50/50 sht? Raylan: 51/49. 6x08 - "Dark As a Dungeon" [music] Carl: Sorry, Boyd. I would've called you sooner, but ... Boyd: Where is he? Carl: He's down in the mine. Boyd: Not The Pig. Where's Zachariah? Carl: That's what I mean ... he's down in the mine. Boyd: I thought you said he'd stopped working. Carl: He did. Said to send you down as soon as you got here. He wants to show you how it happened. It's a damn shame about The Pig. He was a good man. Boyd: Yeah. Earl, I want you to get Ava home, and I don't want you to let her out of your sight. You understand? Earl: Yes, sir. Boyd: Come over here. Look, I'll be there soon. Meantime, you start looking around, See what it is you want to take with you. All this is over. Ava: I supposed to pack anything for you? Boyd: We got the money. I'll have you. Everything else, I can replace. Ava: Boyd. You still have my phone. Boyd: This is our only pipeline to Raylan. We got to use it wisely and in concert with each another. You trust me? You trust me? Ava: [inhales deeply] Yes. Boyd: Earl. Carl. Mortician: Do you wish to exhume all the plots? Raylan: Just the two ... my parents. Mortician: And how long ago were they interred? Raylan: Her 2000, him last year. And how about the manner in which they were buried? Raylan: I wasn't around, but I guarantee you he put her in the cheapest piece of shit available. Mortician: Likely an unvaulted wooden casket. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Mortician: And him? Raylan: I put him in the cheapest piece of shit available. Mortician: A word of caution, if I may. What you're moving is not your mother's remains. It is the idea of her remains. You well may be digging up nothing but dirt. Then dig up the dirt. Mortician: Very well. The process can be labor-intensive. [Vehicle approaches] We will supervise all the work, handle the state and municipal permits and all the transportation. Raylan: Okay. Mortician: Now, you mentioned the new location is the town cemetery. Raylan: Just for her. [car door closes] Mortician: Uh, and your father's final resting place? [car door closes] Whatever works for you. Mortician: Uh, well, it's entirely up to you. Raylan: Potter's field? Tim: What happened to your lawn? Did I interrupt a goat sacrifice? Raylan: Tim. What's up? Tim: Oh, leads on Walker's movements are coming from conflicting sources. I petitioned Rachel I come back down, regroup the teams, re-evaluate the leads. Dude, what happened to your lawn? Raylan: All right, so you're gonna work out here? Good. You can watch the place while I'm gone. Tim: Oh, you're heading out? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Tim: Well, be a peach and run down a eyewitness out in London ... saw a suspicious character on her lawn. Raylan: I ain't working the manhunt. Tim: Your 24 hours on the fainting couch are done. Raylan: I'm back to work. I just ain't looking for Walker. Tim: This have anything to do with him? Raylan: No ... a lead I came up with on my own. Tim: Unrelated to the Walker thing? Raylan: Zachariah Randolph. Tim: Let me guess ... local boy. How come no one down here's ever named Steve or Justin? Raylan: Ava's kin, her maiden name being Randolph. Tim: Practical question ... When can I tell acting Chief Brooks to expect you back on job number one? Raylan: Getting Boyd Crowder is job number one. Earl: The way he said it, you know? Like last time I didn't do a good job or something. Ava: Honestly, Earl, Boyd's got bigger things on his mind than to be angry at you. I promise. Walker: You locked the door. I suppose it's just the three of us, then. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Zachariah: Hey, there, Boyd. Sorry about your man. Boyd: I don't give a shit about that man. How much? Zachariah: What's that? Boyd: How much you trying to shake me down for, Zachariah? Zachariah: What the hell? You think I'm quitting 'cause I want more money? I'm quitting 'cause it's too gddmn dangerous! Boyd: Why I paid you $10,000 to do it. Zachariah: A man died, Boyd. A man you ain't known a gddmn week! Zachariah: Well, I can see you really torn up about it. Real leader of men, ain't ya? Boyd: It ain't the first man I've lost doing a job, Zachariah, and the job ain't over yet. Now, how much? Zachariah: [chuckles softy] Another 10 grand ought to do it. Boyd: I'll give you 5. And you and Carl got two days to get to the bottom of that vault. Zachariah: Might want to switch to dynamite sooner than we planned. Boyd: That gonna cost me extra? Zachariah: Yeah. Gratis. [scoffs] Walker: Now take another loop around. Now tuck it under. Tie it off. You're gonna be tempted to leave that loose so as to allow a valiant escape. You best perish that thought. [sighs] You got any duct tape? Ava: [sighs] Got some over here. Walker: No, you don't. That's where you had that nickel 9-milly. I also moved the gn you had in that cupboard over there, in case that was the next place you wanted to say the duct tape was. Ava: In that case, guess I don't have any duct tape, Mr. Walker. Walker: Now, before you make the risky decision to go for any other hidden gn I might have missed or to try for your drawers in the hopes that I failed to secure your cutlery, you should know this ... I'm not here to hurt you. Ava: Okay. Walker: Or Boyd, either. You don't believe me. I get that. I'll explain why you should while we await Boyd's return. But first... I need you to stitch me up. [chuckles] Ugh. Raylan: Zachariah Randolph? Zachariah: I am. Raylan Givens. Dog Hole mine, 1990? Joseph's Valley. Zachariah: Joseph's Valley ... long time ago. [chuckles] Raylan: You remember a digger named Boyd Crowder? Zachariah: You Arlo Givens' boy, ain't you? Raylan: I am. What line of work you in these days? Zachariah: Now, look here, sonny. I didn't have no dealings with your daddy, and, all due respect to your time on the Earth, I don't want no dealings with you, neither. Raylan: Yeah. Most people don't. What you got in that crate there? Zachariah: Eh... it ain't none of your affairs. Raylan: Man of principle? Zachariah: "Dishonest man spreadeth strife," sayeth the Lord. [chuckles] Raylan: What's your rate? Zachariah: What's that? Raylan: You're a whore. What do you charge? I'm just curious. Zachariah: Now, look, I don't care who you are or what past we share. You just go on, get out of here. Raylan: I know Boyd's paying you. I open that crate, am I gonna find out what for? Zachariah: Maybe what I'm doing ain't about money. Raylan: It's always about money. Jesus Christ, the one thing every shit-apple redneck is guaranteed to take with both hands and left foot is money. Zachariah: Maybe you in for a little surprise. Maybe this ain't what you think it is. Maybe it all ain't gonna turn out the way you think it will. [chuckles] Raylan: Move. You gonna have to move me. [grunts] God damn you! Damn it. [groaning weakly] Zachariah: You had enough? Raylan: Yeah. You okay? Zachariah: Yeah. Raylan: [sighs] Got me pretty good. Well, I still got some scrap. [sighs] [breathing heavily] I guess it's the end of the line, ain't it? Raylan: I ain't gonna take you in. Zachariah: Thank you. Raylan: Don't. You're in deep shit either way. Katherine: Where's Wynn? Mike: Oh, he'll be right out. He spilled guacamole on his shirt. Katherine: 9:30 in the morning? Mike: He loves guac. Katherine: Is there any ice? Wynn: Mikey, when was the last time you went to the dry cleaners? I don't have a single clean shirt that goes with these pants. Mike: Thought I went Tuesday. Wynn: Well ... Katherine: I don't have a lot of time. I'm playing tennis with my shithead sister-in-law. It'll be the fall of Saigon if I'm late. Mike: Where do you play? We should play doubles sometime. I dated a tennis pro for a while. I'll go to the cleaners. Wynn: You want proof Markham's the rat? Katherine: This is it? Wynn: Do you remember a gentleman by the name of Gordon Keith? Katherine: Maybe. Uh... beard, wouldn't shut up about Lee Harvey Oswald? Wynn: That's the one. Yeah, kind of wheels-off, if I remember. Wynn: If you read that file, you may also remember his wapon of choice is a gn. Katherine: Simon Poole. Wynn: The U.S. Attorney, yes ... gn in the street. Katherine: Yeah, the feds keep trying to put that one on me. Wynn: The world's an unjust place, Katherine. Katherine: All right, so this indicts Avery how? Wynn: I'm getting to that. Two days after your husband was put in lockup, the aforementioned Gordon Keith was picked up for shoplifting a bottle of vodka. I happen to know Gordon Keith is not a vodka man. Two days after Gordon's arrest, your husband is found dad in his cell. Then, and only then, does Gordon Keith make bail. Katherine: Wynn, didn't Gordon Keith work for you? Wynn: He worked with me. He worked for Avery Markham. Katherine: And now? And now ... well, now he's dad. Katherine: Convenient. Occupational hazard. Katherine: Well, I will read the file. Wynn: Hope it carries more weight than that rock on your finger. Katherine: Mm. You know, Avery's getting sick of this mess in Harlan ... his men all dad, the place crawling with marshals now. Wynn: I was unable to reach Boyd last night, but when last we spoke, he was well aware of the urgency of the situation. Katherine: Yeah. Then again, if he doesn't get it in time, maybe it's not the end of the world. Wynn: Oh? Katherine: I marry Avery, we take his money a year from now, two years from now ... it doesn't really matter. I'll have access to his entire bank account. Wynn: Seems like I'm a third wheel in that scenario. Katherine: [sighs] I wouldn't be too anxious, Wynn. I'm just thinking out loud. Walker: You think Boyd'll go for it? Ava: You're gonna have to wait and ask Boyd. Walker: If he doesn't, there's no reason you and I couldn't go through with it ourselves. [scoffs] Maybe Earl could help out. You be up for that, Earl? Aah! Earl: Aah! Walker: [inhales sharply] Oh, m... [breathing heavily] Oh, my. [chuckles] That was interesting. Earl's pitiful life passed before his eyes. Didn't it, Earl? All right, let's get back to it. And this time, as discussed, please place the sutures a full quarter inch from the edge of the wound. [car door closes] All right. [keys jingle] Boyd: Ava? Where you at, girl? Walker: Boyd, you put it down. I just came to talk. If I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it already, don't you think? Boyd: I gave up guessing why people do what they do a long time ago. Only way you're gonna get this gn out of my hand is with a bllet. Are you really here to talk? Why don't you... put it down? Walker: Here. All right. Boyd. Boyd, hold on. [grunts] Boyd: You come into my house, put your hands on my fiancée? Ava: I'm fine. Boyd, he's telling the truth. Markham cut him loose. Boyd: Good! Then nobody'll give a shit when they find his rotten corpse at the bottom of a mine shaft. Walker: Wait! Ava: Boyd, wait! He knows the combination to the vault. Walker: My men are either dad or in the wind ... every one of them. Maybe the old man's there, maybe he's not, but he's one man. He'll bring someone else in, but he hasn't had time to do it yet. That vault is completely unguarded. Boyd: You don't think he's changed the combination by now? Walker: Ah, there's not a smith in this state skilled enough to service that vault. You're a careful man, Boyd, but you know full well my way's better than any scheme you've got cooking. Boyd: You trying to manipulate me, Mr. Walker? 'Cause I'm long past the point of needing my ego stroked. Walker: Let's just say I don't see you pulling thrill-seeker holdups with a "born to lose" tattoo on your chest. Boyd: Well, me being a careful man, I got to ask ... why you want to help me so bad, Mr. Walker? Walker: You mean, why didn't I sneak in there myself, line my pockets, get out of town? It's that last part that's the problem, isn't it? We got leos combing these hills ... hills that, for me, are unfamiliar terrain. Ava: But not so unfamiliar to us. That it? Walker: I'm not trying to help you so much as help myself. Ava: How do we know Boyd doesn't walk down into that basement, find himself surrounded by a dozen gn? Walker: You're saying I got myself sht, risked my life coming in here, just to set you up? It's a lot of effort just to dick you people over. Boyd: Could be you got yourself sht, Avery Markham said, "you bring me Boyd Crowder, I'll take you anywhere you want to go." Walker: You're crossing the border from careful to paranoid now. Well, if you'd mind be more paranoid... you wouldn't be in the situation you currently find yourself. Walker: Yet, at some point, you have to trust me, or you have to sh*t me. Boyd: Well, you're a lucky man, Mr. Walker. Not two days ago, I would've told you, "good night and good luck," But circumstances have changed. Walker: Partners, then? Boyd: I don't need another partner. But I will help you rob that vault. Katherine: Chief Deputy Art Mullen. Come on in. Art: Ms. Hale. Although I suppose it's technically "on-leave Chief Deputy" right now. Katherine: Yeah, they told me that when I called there asking about you. That's such a shame. Art: Eh, it's damned annoying more than anything else, but I guess I'm better off than the guy who sht me. Katherine: Suppose you're wondering why I asked you here. Art: Oh, I don't know. Pretty lady like you, clandestine hotel meeting I think I can figure it out. Katherine: Well, actually, Avery called me and told me some bald, wrinkled asshle of a marshal was giving him grief, and I said, "why, I would recognize that description anywhere." Art: Oh, that really doesn't ring a bell. What's it been, like 14 years? I wasn't even bald back then. Well, maybe a little. Katherine: Yeah, that was a long time ago, which makes me wonder why you are so concerned about who ratted out my husband way back then. Art: Oh, you know, I'm sitting there, recuperating from gn, watching all that "forensic files" unsolved mystery bullshit on TV, and then I hear about the shit hitting the fan with your boy toy, Markham, down in Harlan, and... got my curiosity up. Well, when you find that snitch, what are you gonna do with him? Art: Or her. Katherine: Or her. Art: Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, it occurred to me that the snitch might know who gn Simon Poole ... and, in fact, might be the one who did it. Katherine: Well, isn't that little Mexican a.U.S.A. of yours already convinced that I'm the one who had his boss gn down? Art: Lack of evidence to the contrary, it's not a bad bet. You know what? It's a crazy coincidence, but I happen to be looking into the mrder of Simon Poole, as well. Art: Really? Trying to clear your good name? Well, it seems to me that whoever klled Simon Poole is probably the same person who klled Grady in prison ... all at the behest of whoever ratted on Grady to begin with. Art: And you think it's Markham? Katherine: What do you think? I, um... I'm gonna need to open a drawer. Art: Slowly. Katherine: Do you know who Gordon Keith is? Art: Can't say that I do. Well, see what you can make of that. Art: Hmm. You just want to see justice done, huh? Katherine: The man who sht you ... he changed your life forever, right? And what happened to him? Art: Well, he got his balls sht off, then he got gut-sht. Least, that's what the report said. Sadly, I wasn't there. Well, the guy who ratted on Grady turned my life to shit, and I want something like that to happen to him. That is what I want. You can see yourself out. [folder flapping] [door opens, bells jingle] [door closes] Raylan: I figured I'd find you back in Harlan ... back of your restaurant, back against the wall. I've heard it called "the Sicilian advantage." Markham: Well, I ain't Sicilian. I'm just reading a newspaper. Raylan: Eyes on points of entry and exit, geography mitigating surprise. You're down a few on your security detail. Why you got that shoulder rig ... take any comers try to ht your vault full of drug money. Markham: You see that sign? Have a nice day, marshal. Raylan: You see this star? Kiss my ass, Markham. Harlan. Hell of a place to make your fortune. Markham: Fortune? Hell, I'm putting down roots. Raylan: Tough to do in quicksand. Markham: You proud of yourself ... slowing me down? Raylan: I might be if I was the only one. Can't take credit for all your troubles, though, can I? Markham: If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. Raylan: That's why you drove up to Lexington ... show the U.S. Marshals you're there to help? Markham: You're asking for my help? Raylan: I want Walker, you want land. Help me get Walker, maybe you get your land. Markham: My, my. Stooping to extortion. Raylan: Extortion? Simple math. I get Walker cleared of my plate, I get Boyd. Markham: That's about as clear as mud, son. Raylan: Who you waiting to barge through that door? Hmm? Who put the word out to half the landowners in town? Markham: Telling me it wasn't you? Raylan: You think folks around here are gonna turn you away 'cause some lawman said so? Crowder said, "you sell, you die." Markham: You're telling me, after all the saber rattling, we're on the same side? Raylan: Saying we got a common problem. Markham: And Walker's the man in between. Raylan: I know what you're thinking. Walker goes down, talks, you're in the hot seat. But you ever know an ex-ranger to give up without a fight? Markham: [chuckles] I just can't imagine you're part of the solution. Raylan: Who else you got? Tell me why. Raylan: Let's just say you're putting down roots, I'm pulling up. Sick of the past. Markham: True. Past is a shadow. Always there behind you. Raylan: In Harlan ... shit, it ain't behind you. It's vertical. Dig down another layer, turn up some horror. Let's talk how we get the man in the middle. [music] What's the one thing no shit-apple redneck in the world can resist? Jackie: And that will be coming up at the top of the hour here on "the Crow Show," but right now, I am joined by once-and-future local luminary Avery Markham. Now, this is a man who... Raylan: Tim, I know I said I wasn't gonna help run down Walker, but, well... there's a certain kind of man who, in this situation, would say, "you're welcome." Not me, per se ... a certain kind of man. Tim: A dick. Raylan: Pretty sure there's a radio there on the dining room hutch. Tune in to AM 1194. [click, radio tuning] Tim: All right, quiet, everyone. Hey! Jackie: You listen to "the Crow Show," you know we here are keeping... Tim: They're playing Raylan's song on the radio, here. Jackie: ...going on with law enforcement, and I'm not exaggerating to say that there's a pretty serious manhunt going on out there, And he has an idea that could throw the cuffs on this fugitive before anyone else gets hurt, so please elaborate. Markham: Well, thank you, Jackie. I'd just like to tell all the folks out there that I'm willing to guarantee a $100,000 cash reward to any person who can bring in the fugitive Ty Walker. Tim: Jesus Christ. Raylan: You're welcome. [cellphone beeps] Boyd: You sensitive to odors, Mr. Walker? Walker: As much as anyone. Why? Boyd: Man I know used to smuggle weed in trucks full of pig shit. Walker: I've seen men survive in worse ways, but I wouldn't mind a more appetizing option. Ava: What about grubes? Walker: Grooves in what? Boyd: Not grooves ... grubes. He's a man I know ... sort of. Ava: Lives up in them hills, like a wildcat, but he ain't no hill person. Boyd: He ain't one of us, either. He'll get you to the other side of that mountain. Of that, I'm certain. But I don't know what he will want in return. I don't think money means so much to a fellow like that. Walker: Well, I'm gonna want to talk to him ... Him or the pig-shit guy ... before we go to the Portal. I want assurances. Boyd: First, let's talk about how we get into the Pizza Portal. Then we'll talk about your assurances. Walker: We drive up, we walk in. I told you ... there's no one left to guard the place. Boyd: With you and one of your men loose, you better believe the marshals are watching that place 24/7. Walker: Call in an anonymous tip ... Ty Walker holed up across town. Boyd: And whose phone you think we gonna use to make that call, Mr. Walker? Sit tight while I confer with my lady. One text from you, and those marshals will go wherever you say. Ava: We can only pull this trigger once, Boyd. I lie to Raylan like that, and I am burnt. Boyd: I understand that, baby, but if we got to pull that trigger, this is the bull's-eye we want to ht. Now, we walk in, we take the money, and just like that, we're gone. Earl: Boyd? Boyd! [vehicle approaching] Boyd: What?! Walker: Car coming. Earl: Think it's that marshal grabbed my nuts. Walker: Shit. Boyd: Raylan Givens. Raylan: Look at you, hopping to like Mr. Hospitality. Must be hiding something good. Boyd: Arms aloft in a welcoming stance? Not I. Raylan: Surely something good is going on inside. Boyd: Well, you do have a tendency to interlope in moments of high drama, but this ain't one of those moments. Raylan: Do you even know when you're lying anymore, or is it just like blinking? Boyd: What do you want, Raylan? Leftover chicken? It's all been et. Raylan: What happened to the big, bad man called out 24 hours to get 'er done? Boyd: Afraid I don't understand your reference, Raylan. Raylan: I'm asking where your balls are at. You gonna pull off the job, Boyd, or am I gonna die of anticipation? Boyd: Is that why you came ... help me find my balls? Raylan: I came to tell you I'm tired of waiting, tired of the bullshit. I been lying to you, Boyd. Well, now we're getting somewhere. Raylan: Keeping up the fiction that I got all manner of things tying me to Kentucky ... things that forestall my moving to Florida. But there is only the one thing ... you. Boyd: You wanna lean in for a kiss? Raylan: Is that what you think this is ... another one of your love stories? Boyd: Oh, well, I do like happy endings. Raylan: Well, this is one of them classic stories, where the hero gets his man, then he rides off into the sunset. Boyd: [laughs] Or maybe it's like that other classic, where a guy chases a whale to the ends of the Earth, only to drown for his troubles. Raylan: I got to admit, there's a small part of me that's gonna miss this when it's over. Boyd: [chuckles] Well, don't eulogize the past till the future gets its turn. [Door opens, closes] Ava: Boyd. Where's your head? Raylan, you want to come in for a drink? I think I will. Ava: See? Look. Nothing to hide. Raylan: Oh. So you heard? Ava: It's quiet in here. Voices travel. Raylan: Why so quiet? Everything okay? Boyd: Everything's fine, Raylan. Raylan: The lady can certainly answer for herself. Everything fine? Ava: Yes, Raylan. Everything's fine. Boyd: You satisfied? Now, ain't you got something better to do, like building the case against the magnificent Boyd Crowder? Raylan: Oh, I got tons to do. Like, I got to find Avery Markham's badman. But I got a top man operating behind the scenes, so frees me up to come here and help you find your balls. Boyd: Damn, Raylan, you in love with my balls. Raylan: You must not have heard... money antenna ain't shivering. $100,000 goes to whoever helps bring in the badman. Boyd: This man giving you your money, he your new "top man"? Raylan: Avery Markham himself. Boyd: Markham's turning in one of his own soldiers. Well, that's cold-blooded, brother! Raylan: Every turd with a pair of nuts and a scatter-gn gonna be combing the countryside with dollar signs in their eyes. Boyd: He's in the back. [thudding] Raylan: Walker! Stop! [gn] Walker: [groaning] [straining] This is bullshit. You sht me in the back! Raylan: You wanted to get ht in the front, you should have run toward me. All for what ... money? [weakly] No. [wheezing] No. No. No, not just money. [inhales raggedly] No... [exhales slowly] [police radio chatter] Raylan: Your five minutes are up. Geist: And now it's your turn? No. Boyd: Does that mean we can go now? Nobody's talking to you. Geist: Exactly ... or Ms. Crowder or the boy with the busted lip. Now, my clients were in fear for their lives. They were not trying to harbor a dangerous fugitive. They were trying to find a way to notify the authorities when you showed up. And, uh... thank you for rescuing them. Raylan: You're a good lawyer. All the good ones have ponytails. Geist: Good evening to you, too. Raylan: You ain't gonna collect your reward money, Boyd? Boyd: Come on, baby. Raylan: 100,000 bucks! Boyd: You are so full of shit. Oh. So you don't want it? My goodness. Boyd: Whoa. Hold on, now. What's the catch? Raylan: No catch. On my mama's grave. [music] Markham: You've got to be joking me. Raylan: What's important is not who gets the reward... Markham: It is not unimportant. Raylan: ...but the fact that a dangerous man has been taken off the streets because of your generosity. [tumblers clicking] [vault door creaks] Zachariah: [grunting] Okay. Get on out of here. Carl: You sure? Zachariah: Yeah. [vault door creaks] [vault door locks] fre in the hole! fre in the hole! Yee! Boyd: Well, I was born at night, Raylan, but I wasn't born last night. You wanted me to see that stack. That's why you pushed for this. Raylan: I wanted you to get your due reward. Boyd: What happened to all that talk about "no more lies"? Raylan: Guess that was a lie. Boyd: Told on your mama's grave. Raylan: You know, I never put too much stock in that kind of shit. Boyd: No. Lying comes easy to both of us. Raylan: Mm. It's a hell of a stack, huh? Boyd: You sure you want me to take that bait? 'Cause this fox goes for that rabbit... ...it's all over, Raylan. I tremble with anticipation. Boyd: [chuckles] [footsteps depart] Raylan: [sighs] [rumbling in distance] [rumbling continues] [rumbling stops] Earl: Hey, Boyd, it's us. Boyd: Now, Earl, you keep working this hard, you're gonna have a hell of a bonus in your Christmas stocking. Now, why don't you go on home, see about that split lip? Earl: Appreciate that, Boyd. I'd do anything for y'all. Boyd: Go on. [door opens] [door closes] $100,000 ... cash. You should have seen the look on the man's face, having to hand it over. Ava: [sighs] So we got money now. Let's go. Boyd: I thought you might say that. First, I got to show you something. Ava: What is it? Boyd: This is the exact size of the stack of money in Markham's vault. It's all in hundreds, like the bundle he gave me. God damn it. It's got to be $10 million, Ava. Ava: That's a lot of money. [chuckles] But a bird in the hand... Boyd: $10 million is a whole lot of birds, baby. Ava: Boyd, there's about a hundred ways today could've gone wrong ... me back in prison or both of us sht dad. You keep saying "when we're done," "when we get this money." Well, we got money. Let's go. Boyd: Baby, what are we gonna do with $100,000? Ava: What are we gonna do with $10 million? Boyd, please. It will be enough. Boyd: Baby, you know me. I have never done anything half-measure in my life. I can't start now ... not when there's this much meat on the bone. This is $10 million, baby. $10 million. Ava: $10 or $10 million ... would you ever be able to walk away? Boyd: Do I have a choice? Ava: Yes. That's what this is about. Boyd: [sighs] Ava: Where's my phone? I need to meet Raylan. After what happened today... You ain't afraid I'll spill my guts, beg him to pull me out? Boyd: I know that you will tell him as little as possible. I know that you love me, Ava. And I know even if you didn't, you're a smart woman who knows a good deal when she sees one. Now, you help Raylan put me away, what's he got to offer you? A clean slate in witness protection? A shitty condo in Arizona? Little bit of money? How much money? Ava: 50 grand. Boyd: 50 grand? [scoffs] There's 50 grand. And there's $10 million. Take your pick. [vehicle approaches, engine shuts off] Raylan: How'd you get away? Ava: $100,000? If I succeed ... if I don't lose my mind, if I survive ... I get $50,000. You give him $100,000 like it is pocket change. Raylan: You get government money, Ava. That money's somebody else's. Besides, you got it all wrong, anyway. That ain't his money. It's just... cheese in a trap. Ava: gddmn right ... a $10 million hunk. Raylan: So you see what I'm doing? No, I don't. I'm confused. Who are you trying to tempt, him or me? I mean, who do you think I am? Raylan: I don't know. You tell me. 'Cause I'm just as confused. What the hell was that today? Ava: You mean besides tense? Walker in back with a gn on us? Raylan: Exactly. You call me inside, toward the gn. Ava: I was trying to cool things down. You and Boyd were out front about to kll each other. Raylan: Boyd looked like he was gonna kll you, you stuck your nose in there. In fact, it defies my understanding of the man that you show up here untouched. Ava: What are you so mad for? Keep saying how you're scared, yet you don't have a scratch. It all adds up to bullshit. Ava: You did get your man! Who, Walker? Jesus Christ. Oh, Lord, if I knew we were gonna argue, I would've stayed at home! Raylan: What happened in Bulletville? Ava: [sighs] Raylan: Something happened. Ava: We went hunting. Boyd wanted to catch opening day. We made a vacation of it. Raylan: Some vacation, bleeding and butchering hog. Ava: I'm glad I came by ... so I could hear you call me a redneck. You know what? Your neck is just as red as mine. You just don't see it 'cause you're always walking forward. Raylan: How else do you walk, Ava? You know what I mean ... Wishing you were better'n where you come from. Just admit something ... you could've just as easily been an outlaw as a lawman. Raylan: Well, obviously, Ava. But the past is a statement. The future is a question. Ava: [ sighs ] The past and the future are a fight to the death. Raylan: What happened in Bulletville? Ava: [sighs] Raylan: You in trouble? Ava: No. I told you ... I will dig into Zachariah. Raylan: I already got to him. I already know why Boyd needs him. Ava: You know where they're doing it? They're going up through a busted mine ... obsidian ... up through the ground in Blanton Creek. Raylan: [sighs] Why is it always a fight with us? Ava: We're too alike, I think. Raylan: Good news, bad news? Rachel: Good news first. Raylan: Despite my prodding, I don't know when, but I do know how. Rachel: How? Raylan: He's coming up. The dynamite Zachariah had ain't to blow the doors off the vault. It's for the rock below. Boyd's gonna blast up from underneath. What's the bad news? Raylan: Ava's brned. Rachel: You sure? Pretty sure. Rachel: Damn it! Raylan: I know. Rachel: What tipped it? Raylan: I just know. Rachel: You get up here in the morning, hash out what the hell we're gonna do next? I'll be up around 11:00. Something I got to do first. [insects chirping] [music] Raylan: Nothing. Arlo: What were you expecting? Rosebud? Raylan: I don't know what I was expecting, but... it was time I looked. [water dripping] Arlo: Took you long enough. Raylan: My whole life, I had nightmares about what you locked up in here ... slve girls... animal for klling... secrets, horror. Arlo: And it ain't nothin'. Just like you, boy ... with your head in the gddmn clouds. Raylan: You kept us away of your 'fraidy hole like it held the treasures of Kublai Khan. Arlo: Well, it's just a place I used go ... my place, my own dirt... dark and far away. Raylan: That's why you had the key around your neck in the wr. Arlo: Wouldn't you want to go far away from that? Raylan: Every evil thing inside you... I thought was in here. Arlo: And it's a big, fat nothin'. Raylan: [sighs] I thought about what you said ... about the idea of the remains. You're right. There's nothing left. Whatever it was, whatever she was, it's long gone. There's still some of him left, but... eventually, that'll go, too. Mortician: Well, are you saying you want us to halt the work? Raylan: I'm saying I won't meddle with what's been done. Mortician: Where would you like it relocated? Raylan: Your guess is as good as mine.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x08 - Dark As a Dungeon"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Raylan: You're gonna sell dope whether it's legal or not. But you set your sights this high, you're gonna keep running into folks like him. Loretta: So, you're saying walk away from weed? Raylan: Next couple weeks, just put two big guys out front. Katherine: Whoever klled Simon Poole is probably the same person who klled Grady in prison, all at the behest of whoever ratted on Grady to begin with. Art: And you think it's Markham? Well, the guy who ratted on Grady turned my life to shit, and I want something like that to happen to him. Markham: Walker is brned. Got to stay out of that fre he started. It's about loyalty. And I need yours. Boyd: That stack of money in Markham's vault, It's got to be $10 million, Ava. You help Raylan put me away. What's he got to offer you? A clean slate and witness protection? Ava: 50 grand. Boyd: Here's 50 grand. And there's $10 million. Raylan: What happened in Bulletville? You in trouble? Ava: No. Raylan: The dynamite Zachariah had ain't to blow the doors off the vault. It's for the rock below. Boyd's gonna blast up from underneath. Rachel: What's the bad news? Raylan: Ava's brned. Rachel: You sure? Raylan: Pretty sure. 6x09 - "brned" Rachel: So, this is all based on a hunch. Raylan: When you phrase it like that, it's mildly insulting. Art: So, did Boyd find out and put Ava under duress, or did she just break? Raylan: Well, chief, I ... [sighs] I'm sorry, who are we addressing as chief? Rachel: Me. Art: Her. Raylan: Well, Mr. Mullen, I can't say for certain. All I can say for certain is that she's flipped. If I'm wrong, you can have Arlo's place. Art: And what if you're right? Raylan: You can still have it. I can't give it away. Vasquez: Wait a second. Are we worried about Ava? Rachel: There's a chance she may have been compromised. Vasquez: Well, that's not really a surprise given the fact that Boyd now has $100,000 and has no doubt promised her millions more. You didn't think I knew about your little reward? Raylan: Just attempting to move the case along. That's all that was. Vasquez: Instead, you might've gotten your C.I. to switch sides. Rachel: This case isn't dependant on whether or not Ava flipped. Vasquez: That's not necessarily true. At this point, we have Boyd connected to just about every crime in Lexington. But if you want to get him under RICO, you want to really bury him, then you need the cooperation of his criminal associates, the closest of which is Ava. Well, if she's flipped, well, then her involvement's tainted and so is her testimony. Art: Only way to be sure would be to have another C.I. in the Boyd camp. Vasquez: Sure, that's not complicated. Let's get another C.I. Art: I actually think I might be able to help with that. [door opens] Wynn: Forget something, Mikey? Art: Oh! Holy shit. That's pretty high on the list of things I wish I'd never seen. Wynn: You should've thought of that before you barged into my hotel room uninvited. Raylan: All right, if you just calm down, we'll explain why we're here. Wynn: I don't care why you're here. I don't want an explanation. I just want you two to get your bony white asses out of my ... [grunts] [screams] Raylan: You see these? Wynn: I can't see shit. Raylan: Well, these are case files we need to discuss with you once you calm down. Wynn: Okay! Raylan: You gonna calm down? Wynn: Yes! Art: You don't sound calm. Wynn: Let me out of here, I'll calm down! Raylan: And we can have a civil conversation? Wynn: Fine. [groans] Jesus Christ, Raylan. You're supposed to be the grown-up. Art: Ah, you're only as young as you feel, Duffy. Raylan: Take a look. Wynn: Where did you get this? Art: That came from an old-time U.S. Attorney named Simon Poole, and it was sealed about 15 years ago. Wynn: This is bullshit. Raylan: Want to go back in the tanning booth? Wynn: I had an agreement with your people that my involvement ... Raylan: You had an arrangement with Simon Poole, And if you got a problem, you take it up with him. Wynn: He's dad. Raylan: Well, that's unfortunate. Art: He was mrder around the same time those records were sealed. Wonder if that's a coincidence. Hmm. Wynn: Congratulations. You got me. I was a rat. The ship was sinking, and I didn't want to go down with it. So what? Raylan: We ain't here to judge. Art: We just want you to do it again. Wynn: And how about if I ask you to lick my balls? Raylan: In that case, we're probably gonna leave. Art: This is not a civil conversation. Raylan: But I'd hate to see the information in these files get leaked. Like, what would happen if Katherine Hale found out that you're the one who got her husband klled? Wynn: I didn't know there was a statute of limitations on the gratitude of lawmen towards old informants. Art: Well, there is. Raylan: And it is up. Wynn: You burn me, I'm dad. Raylan: That's a possibility. Art: Pretty much. Wynn: Wait. Just wait. Maybe there is a way I can help you out again. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Mike: But why? Wynn: Why? Because I like being alive and free. Don't you? Mike: Not if it means being a gddmn snitch. Wynn: Jesus Christ, don't be so self-righteous. At some point in our line of work, if you want to survive, this is what you do. Mike: Not me. I got a code, and it does not include turning on my people. Wynn: And by "your people," you mean who? Boyd? Katherine? Markham? You think any of them wouldn't turn on us to save their own hides? Katherine: You know, if you intended to run for office, that would've been information worth knowing before I agreed to marry you. Markham: I assure you I have no interest in becoming a politician. Katherine: But you are interested in parading me around shit holler, Kentucky, like a politician's wife. Markham: It's important that I engage these people. I promise you won't have to kiss any babies. [knock on door] Katherine: Just promise me I don't have to eat any pizza. Seabass: Back up slowly. Katherine: One of yours? Markham: He was. Seabass: This what you were pounding in Lexington while we were pounding doors? Markham: Show the lady a little respect. Seabass: Chivalrous. You're not in a position to tell me shit. Now sit your ass down, both of you. Markham: What exactly are you after? Seabass: Call it severance pay. Markham: Severance? Seems to me I just paid for your loyalty. Seabass: Point in fact, you paid for my disloyalty to my former C.O., a man who you cut loose and sold out. Has me refiguring my cost. Markham: You know where my money is. Think you can get to it, have at it. Seabass: Good idea, boss, yeah. I'll just ... I'll just take a ride down to Harlan, keeping the radio on, of course, in case you see fit to call the soft-rock militia on me. Though I suppose you wouldn't want me getting caught, now, would you? Oh, the tales that I could tell. I'll tell you what. How about you give me the lady's ring, and we'll call it a day? Markham: The lady is my fiancée. That's her engagement ring. It has sentimental value. Seabass: Unless it can bring the both of you back from the dad, hand it over. Markham: You really think klling us in this hotel room is your best bet for freedom and long-term prosperity? Seabass: I'll take my chances. Katherine: Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Gentlemen. May I make a suggestion? I have a diamond tennis bracelet in my purse that, being a woman of extravagant taste, it's very substantial. Might that do instead? Seabass: It just might. Let me see it. Slowly. Katherine: Think it's in here. Yep. [gn] Seabass: [panting] I thought I'd seen all your tricks. Katherine: Well, if you feel compelled to show your gratitude, I could sure use a new purse. Nous avons petit probléme dans la chambre 204. Merci. Boyd: You told them what? He already knew you're gonna ht the Portal through the mine. Boyd: How did he know that? Ava: You're working with Zachariah. Probably wasn't tough to figure. [sighs] Jesus Christ, Ava. Ava: If I had played dumb, he would've known I was lying, locked me up again. Boyd: You know what? Let 'em come. They're gonna be watching the main entrance. We slipping out the ventilation shaft, anyway. We'll be sipping margaritas before they even know what happened. Ava: So, you're saying I did good. Boyd: Yeah. Baby, you always do good. Wynn Duffy. You're a long way away from home, ain't you? Wynn: Home's wherever the RV takes me, Boyd. And the matter which we need to discuss requires our immediate attention. Boyd: Well, you look awful serious. Ava, you want to give us a minute? Wynn: I was under the impression you two had no secrets. Was I misinformed? Boyd: Ain't no secrets here. Say what you got to say. Wynn: You're aware that Markham's hosting a gathering this afternoon? Boyd: I am. But I don't think Avery Markham's gonna win over the hearts and minds of the good people of Harlan County with a few slices of pepperoni. Wynn: Well, that may be, but when the party's over, he's planning on moving the money. Boyd: Who told you that? Wynn: Katherine. She says it's happening tonight. Does she know exactly where this new location's gonna be? Wynn: No. Boyd: So, you came here to tell me my only chance of getting that money is during that gddmn party? Wynn: Is that gonna be a problem? Boyd: Ain't no problem I can't handle. Better news I've never heard. You let me know when it's done. Boyd: Well, of course I will. Wynn: Well, thank you. Good luck. Let me know if I can be of any assistance. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna leave this place and hopefully never come back. [door closes] [glass thuds] Boyd: Raylan Givens is pulling his string. Ava: If he is, he did not tell me. Boyd: [sighs] This is the moment we play our one-time "get out of jail free" card. You okay with that? I am. Boyd: Gow we doing? [grunts] Zachariah: God. Right now, we're within four feet of that basement. What I gotta do is set two more charges ... one to blow through the rock to get to the basement foundation and another one to blow out that concrete. Boyd: It's gonna take too long. Well, you said I had two days. Boyd: Well, now you got two hours. Now, what say we do a deep set of drill holes in the foundation, do two charges simultaneously? Zachariah: Oh, no, no, no. That's too risky. Boyd: What's risky is not getting that gddmn money. Zachariah: Well, what's your hurry now? Boyd: That's a little above your pay grade. Just get it done. I'm depending on you, Uncle Zachariah! Well, I'll see until I'll get them. Son of a bitch. Tim: Here comes the douche-mobile. Wynn: Done. Tim: You mind clarifying that? Wynn: Boyd's under the impression that Markham's moving his money tonight and plans to ht the vault imminently. Raylan: And Ava was there? She heard you say the money was moving tonight? Wynn: She was, though I have no idea why that was a requirement. Tim: So if she's not actually present at the robbery, we can still put her away for conspiracy. Wynn: Ruthless. Tim: So, boy wonder know what team he's playing for now? He took it kind of hard at first, but he'll come around. Tim: It's like catching daddy cheating with the woman next door, huh? Are we done here? When exactly is he gonna ht the vault? Wynn: During the party. Raylan: I'd also like to know what kind of wapon he's gonna use, who's gonna be with him, and where he plans to hole up afterward. Wynn: "Hey, Boyd, Wynn Duffy again, I know, super weird. I was just wondering, could you give me an exact time for the robbery? Also wondering if you can tell me what wapon you'll be using and who else is participating." Raylan: Tell him we know where the main entrance is, but we'd like to know if there's another entrance he plans to slip out in. Wynn: I can't get you all that. Raylan: Sure you can. Wynn: No. Raylan: You know what? Call him back. Say, "hey, it's Wynn. I don't trust you, and I ain't claustrophobic, so I want in on the heist this evening." Wynn: Not happening. Not a chance. Raylan: If you don't want to spend the rest of your life running from the dixie mafia, there is a very, very good chance. Wynn: [sighs] [engine shuts off] [door opens] [door opens] Boon: Hello! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Loretta: Why would I be startled? Some asshle comes in my house without so much as knocking? Boon: That's a totally natural reaction. When I was just a pup, my mama used to say I tended to leap before I looked. Loretta: Well, if you're done looking, now would be a good time to scoot your ass on out of here. Boon: My name's Boon, I'm new to the area, and I just wanted to say hi to my neighbor, who, if you don't mind me saying so, is a vision... Oh. You know you have a dad snake on your floor there? From where I'm standing, it looks like someone sht that head clean off. I don't suppose it was you. Was it? I don't suppose you can get out of my house like I asked. Boon: 'Cause that'd be one hell of a sht, to get just the head like that. Masterful, really. How you think he did it? You think it was a quick-draw scenario? Bang! [chuckles] But there's really no reason to do that, huh? You'd just be showing off, I guess. I mean, you could pull quick, but then you'd really want to take your time... making that sht, right? [sighs] Make sure you ht it just right. Regardless, whoever sht that snake is one deranged and possibly dangerous individual. If you've made any enemies lately, I'd highly advise you to make peace by any and all means necessary just so they don't send this idiot back here again. Loretta: Yeah. Be a real shame to come home one day and find some lunatic standing in my house. You really are a beautiful girl. You know that? I promise I'll stop back here again real soon, if you're still around, just to make sure everything's all right. Hey. Do you need help getting rid of that snake? Loretta: I'll be fine. I bet you will. Bye, Loretta. Boyd: Ava, I need you to be on lookout for anything unusual ... Extra security, KSP, marshals. When Carl tells you to pull that alarm, what happens? Ava: I pull the alarm. Boyd: Then what? Earl: Make sure we get out of there as fast as we can. Boyd: But first? Earl: Make sure she gets out, and then we all meet at the rendezvous as agreed. Boyd: My gddmn man. Now, we need to get dressed, so ... Ava: I don't think you're in the right place, honey. Loretta: No, ma'am. Just looking for a word with Mr. Crowder. Boyd: I recognize you. You're Walt McCready's daughter, god rest his soul. Loretta: That's right. Well, I'd offer you a drink, but we're in a bit of a hurry, so... what can I help you with, Miss McCready? You know I own the Bennett land? Boyd: I do. Loretta: You also know I'm looking to acquire more. Boyd: I've heard rumors. Loretta: Well, then you also heard I know more about growing weed than most of the cornbread boys who've lived and died in these hills. What I don't have is muscle or distribution. Boyd: Services you were hoping I might provide. Loretta: It would mean going up against Avery Markham. [sighs] He's shaking your tree a little bit, is he? Yeah, well, the protection aspect of this partnership would be priority. Boyd: What about Raylan Givens? Loretta: What about him? Boyd: Well, as I understand it, he's quite fond of you. Now, how you think he's gonna feel he finds out you in business with me? Loretta: I got bigger problems than Raylan. Last I heard, he ain't long for Harlan, anyway. Boyd: You really got Mag's money? [chuckles] I don't see how that's any of your business. Boyd: 'Cause Bennett land ain't gonna be enough. You'll need the Sorenson land, which has the soil runoff from Blanton Creek. You'll need the McLaren land, which has ... Loretta: Southern exposure and the best bluegrass South of Pine Mountain. Gonna grow some healthy black gold. [laughs] Well, damn, girl. You done some thinking on this. Enough to also figure Markham's probably staked out them parcels. Boyd: Sorensons and McLaren and a half-dozen others have agreed to hold off selling to Markham. They're gonna sell only to me. Loretta: How much you asking? Boyd: You want 'em, you can have 'em. You buy them for a reasonable price from the owners. You pay me nothing. You keep Harlan for Harlan. Loretta: Why would you do that? 'Cause I'm a bad man, Loretta. But Avery Markham is a real bad man. Now, my men will see to it that you are protected as long as you pay them handsomely for their efforts. Earl, will you please show this young ... No, I don't need seeing out. Just need you to keep your word is all. Boyd: You play your cards right, young lady, this town will be yours. Earl. Loretta: [scoffs] Don't crowd me, boy. Ava: [sighs] All happening so fast. Boyd: Well, if you want to get nostalgic, now's the time to do it, 'cause this is gonna be the last night we spend in Harlan County. [Vince and George's "Run as fast as you can" plays] Jamie: Cool hat. What's your pleasure? Raylan: Whiskey. Jamie: Any particular kind? Raylan: It's free, right? The most expensive kind. ♪ Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, damn ♪ ♪ I saw your old man in his black-and-white ♪ ♪ don't tell him, don't tell him ♪ ♪ I hope he don't travel to the riverside ♪ ♪ don't tell him, don't tell him ♪ ♪ hey, your daddy didn't think it was right ♪ ♪ now the sirens scream in the night ♪ ♪ you'd think it was a capital crime ♪ ♪ run as fast as you can... ♪ Didn't think I'd see you here, considering who's hosting. Loretta: [chuckles] That's exactly why I'm here. Raylan: You got more balls than sense, you know that, girl? Loretta: Ain't that what they say about you? Raylan: It is. And maybe it's our kindred spirits that's prompting me to make the offer I'm about to make. Arlo's home and plot. You know the land I'm speaking of? Loretta: I do. Raylan: You interested? Well, for a reasonable price, I assume. Raylan: I just want what it's worth. Loretta: In that case, you got yourself a deal. Boon: Twice in one day? Aren't I a lucky man? Tell you what. That dress never had it so good. Name's Boon. Pleased to meet you. Raylan: I wouldn't rush to judgment on that. Boon: I think it's safe to say, considering everything I've heard about you from my employer. Raylan: I venture you're another one of his, uh, Colorado boys? Boon: That's right. Raylan: Tending to his fields out there. Boon: Not tending so much as protecting. Raylan: Well, I feel I should warn you Markham's previous employees have not fared well in these parts. Boon: What? Them military jarhead guys? 'Course not. Those boys don't have no soul. They don't know what it is to really live it down. You know what I mean? Raylan: I do not, no. Boon: Man, you are everything I'd hoped for, right down to the hat. Do you know the man who invented the Stetson was actually from New Jersey? Raylan: Is that so? Boon: Came up with the idea prospecting out West. Cool in the Summer, warm in the Winters. A more functional piece of headwear never there was. Hey, I got an idea. Instead of running your mouth, why don't you show your gn to the Marshal the way you showed it to me, see what happens? Boon: Yes. If the marshal wants to see my piece, all he's got to do is ask. Raylan: Should I assume that's a toy gn there, John Wayne, or you got another holster with a concealed permit inside? Boon: Afraid I don't know John Wayne. He was a movie cowboy. Oh. Well, I never had much use for television or movies. Or regard for your well-being the way you show off that piece. Boon: Loretta, I look forward to calling on you again soon. [music continues] Katherine: Those two make quite the pair. Markham: That's the infamous Boyd Crowder you've had to hear so much about. Katherine: Huh. He is more... pulled together than I would've imagined. She's a pretty thing. Markham: Yes. The lovely Ava. Told him if they ever set foot in here again, I'd kll them both. Well, that would put quite a damper on your party, dear. Markham: I suppose it would. Well, time has come. Wish me luck. Katherine: Good luck. Markham: Friends and neighbors. [music fades] I thank y'all for being here. I'm aware that many of you think I'm a stranger in your land. Maybe some of you heard me on the radio offering my own hard-earned money for the capture of a dangerous fugitive. Or maybe I contacted you with a generous offer for your property, the kind of offer that makes all manner of things possible, things maybe you hadn't even gotten around to dreaming of. But I didn't come here just to make us all a lot of money, though I intend to do that. And I didn't come here to reverse this town's fortunes, save it from falling prey to the ghosts that dwell in these streets and hollers. Truth is, I came back here for love. I hope you all come and say hello to my lovely fiancée, Miss Katherine. Speaking of ghosts who've haunted these streets, I see Boyd Crowder's in our midst. Don't suppose you've come to cast aspersion on my motivations in front of these fine people, Mr. Crowder. Boyd: Oh, not at all, Mr. Markham. You throw a hell of a party. I'm enjoying myself immensely. Although I am curious ... do you plan on doing to this small town the same thing that you did to all those other small towns in Colorado? Everybody knows I think dope is a fine commodity, legal or otherwise. But the people in this room need the money earned in their community to stay in their community. Markham: I don't claim to be a savior. But I have already demonstrated my willingness to put my money to work in this community. And as I understand it, where I offered cash, you offered thrat. That your plan? Keep harming these good people for your own gain? Loretta: Far as I know, everyone Boyd spoke to is at least still alive. Unlike Betty and John-O Hutchins. And I don't think I see Red Crowell at this shindig, either. Huh. Maybe your pizza oven scared him away. Heard tell he's skittish around fre since his place brned to the ground... property you now own, if I ain't mistaken. Markham: I'm afraid teenage gossip's clouded your mind, Miss McCready. Loretta: Well, could be. I am still a touch spooked by the decapitated snake you put in my house. Markham: See you pointing fingers, but not offering a fix any to any of these people's problems. Loretta: My fix is the same as yours, Mr. Markham ... promise of legal weed. The difference is, I've been here for generations. You all knew my daddy. [crowd murmuring in agreement] You all know me. Know that I'm Harlan through and through. And so is my partner. Markham: And who might that be? Loretta: The only other soul I know who cares about this place as much as I do. Boyd Crowder. Every one of you who has been approached about your property, this is my offer. I will give you cash for your land, same as Markham, but the difference is I don't want to move you guys out. Just want to move some seed in. And along with that seed, we bring security and protection now and in perpetuity. Hire the locals to help with the farming, pay it back. You think Avery Markham and his city mousette ain't gonna cut and run win or lose? [laughter] She look like Harlan to you? No. No. Loretta: Throw in with me, and we'll make Harlan prosperous our own selves. Give this county back to the people the way we all know it should be! [cheers and applause] Boyd: Like she said, you know her daddy. Thank you, Ray. Hey. I see subtlety ain't your strong suit. Said yourself your boys would offer protection. I was just making it known. You ever heard that a whisper will get you a hell of a lot further than a roar? That's how politics works, Loretta. Public, private, it don't matter. Like you said, can't leave Harlan to the likes of Markham. Boyd: Well, I applaud your spirit, young lady. Now, if you will excuse me. As much as I'd like to stay, I got to go see a man about a vault. You and Earl stand by for my signal. Ava: Boyd, be careful. I lost plenty in the mine already. Boyd: About time you started seeing some gains. Loretta: You seem displeased, Marshal. What gave you that idea? Loretta: You said to get protection, and I did. Raylan: What you did was align yourself with a man who's about to be arrested or klled. You best hope you're not standing next to him when that happens. This mean you're not gonna sell me your land? Raylan: It hasn't occurred to you that the Marshal Service may frown upon me selling my parcel to anybody associated with Boyd Crowder? When the dust settles with Boyd, maybe you'll reconsider. Katherine: Something will need to be done about that girl. Markham: Yeah. Find out if she has any kin. She ends up with any of this property, I want to know where it's going. Wynn: You know, except for the filth, the impending sense of being buried alive, and the smell of rotten flesh, it's not that bad down here. Boyd: Try doing it 10 hours a day 6 days a week. Wynn: What is that? That is Uncle Zachariah. Wynn: Lovely. Boyd: You seen enough, or you want to venture on down into the depths, get a front-row seat for the show? Wynn: If it's all the same to you, I'll, uh, wait right here. Boyd: [laughs] Carl! Make sure to keep your radio on channel 2. I'll holler when we all set. Carl: All right. Boyd: Get ready for the boom! Whoo! Carl: Nice shoes. ♪ We're gonna shake it on down ♪ ♪ until you lose control ♪ ♪ we're gonna walk on the wild side... ♪ Raylan: Earl, why don't you go out for a smoke? Earl: I don't smoke. Raylan: Well, you should take it up. It'd be good for your health. Earl: Maybe you should suck ... Ava: For Christ's sakes, Earl. Just give us a minute before he crushes your nuts again, tosses you in a cell just because he can. Earl: I'm gonna take a piss, and when I get back, you're gonna be gone. [glass thuds] Raylan: Think you hurt his feelings. Ava: He won't be gone long. Whatever it is you want, you best get to it. I just wanted to tell you how good you look in that dress. Ava: Thought it was supposed to be a party. I feel a little overdressed. Raylan: Ain't nobody complaining. Ava: You know, don't you? I'm supposed to tell you it's gonna happen next week, but it's going down today. Soon. [sighs] How'd you figure it? Something in your way. Ava: He almost klled me. What are you supposed to do now? Ava: Start a fre, clear this place out. Raylan: Best get to it. Boyd: [sighs] That looks pretty damn good, Uncle Zachariah. Zachariah: What you think? Son, I've been doing this long before you ever heard the word "nitroglycerine." [chuckles] Boyd: [chuckles] Phew! That money's gonna fall right down in my gddmn lap. You kiss my ass, Raylan Givens! Whoo! [sighs] [grunts] [sighs] Carl, you got me? Carl: Yeah, I got you. Boyd: Tell them to pull that alarm, son. We all set down here. Earl: Time to boogie. [alarm blaring] Raylan: We need to get to your vault. I believe you're being robbed. Boyd: Whoo-whoo! Zachariah: I am at rest, you need not fear, no anxious sorrow need not take. Boyd: [grunts] Zachariah: Ain't no way my niece spending one more gddmn minute with a Crowder. You're gonna be buried by your own gddmn greed, just like you deserve. Burn in hell, you son of a bitch. Boyd: [groaning] Zachariah! Help me! [grunting] Oh! [screams] Help! Carl: Come on. Boyd: [in distance] Help! Carl: Boyd? Boyd: Help me! Carl: Boyd! Boyd: [grunting] Help! [grunting] Carl: Boyd! Boyd: Carl! Carl: Boyd! Boyd: Here! Carl: What happened? Boyd: Give me the rock hammer! Carl: Where's Zachariah? Boyd: Get out! Go! Carl: Christ! Boyd: [grunting] [explsin] [whooshing] Tim: All right, I see Boyd, Duffy. We can all see Duffy. And Carl. And no money. Markham: Whatever that blast was, it wasn't enough. Raylan: One thing that didn't occur to me ... dipshit's not capable of pulling it off. Markham: What if he had? What if he, uh, stuck his head up out of a hole in there? You gonna sh*t him? Raylan: Might've. Let's give him a minute. Maybe he'll try it again. [sirens wailing in distance] Raylan: What's gonna happen next is, fre department's gonna come down here and kick our asses out. Markham: Yep. Getting smoky in here. [chuckles] You know, I don't get you. Give you some of my own money to help you out. 24 hours ago upstairs, I figured you and me are simpatico. I see you're just jerking me around and using me to get Boyd. Don't take it personal. I'm just doing what I gotta do. Yeah. That's my plan. Raylan: What's that? Doing what I gotta do. Raylan: Care to elaborate? Right now, I'm gonna get out of here and get some fresh air... ...find my fiancã©e. [door opens] Earl: What happened? Where's everyone? Where's the money? Ava: [gasps] Boyd: Get out. Get your ass back to the Portal! You see anything looks like that money leaving that place, you call me immediately. Get out. Get out! What did you say to your gddmn uncle? What did you say to your uncle?! Ava: Nothing! Boyd: Don't you lie to me. Wasn't it enough to put me in jail? You trying to kll me now? Is that it? Ava: What the hell are you talking about?! Boyd: Your uncle tried to blow me up! You give him the idea? Ava: How can you say that? I'm the one told you he wasn't right in the head! I'm gonna ask you one more time. You lying to me? Ava: No. Boyd? Is Zachariah dad? Boyd: I don't know, Ava. Ava: [inhales shakily] And the money? Boyd: Still in the vault. It won't be for long. They're gonna move it tonight. [sighs] And that's when I'm gonna ht it. Rachel: You want to tell me exactly what went wrong down there? Raylan: Yeah. Boyd couldn't get it up. Rachel: You being cute? Raylan: No, chief. I'm just answering the question. Rachel: Our office has devoted copious hours and resources to this case that, as of right now, hasn't produced a gdd*mn thing. Raylan: Hey, no one's trying to make you look bad here. Rachel: I put you in the lead of this to remove Boyd from the civilian population, and what do we have to show for it? Not to repeat myself ... jack shit. Raylan: That ain't true. We still got Ava. We got Duffy now, too. Boyd, Markham, the rest of them assholes, they're just doing what we want them to do. Now, hey, I ain't saying we're in the end zone doing the ickey shuffle, but we are definitely in the red zone. Rachel: What the hell is the ickey shuffle? Raylan: Boyd ain't gonna stop. He's just gonna go at that money harder and stupider. Tim: Not that I wouldn't like to stay completely out of this, but how exactly do you think he's gonna do that? Raylan: Well, Markham's gonna move that cash. Boyd's gonna be there when he does. Rachel: And to think there was a time I was actually excited about having the big office. [sighs]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x09 - b*rned"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Dewey: Hand over them gator teeth. Reggie: Make me. Boyd: So, how about you come out, say what it is you got to say? Ava: I'm a snitch. I'm a C.I. for Raylan. Wynn: Where did you get this? Art: That came from an old-time U.S. Attorney named Simon Poole, and it was sealed about 15 years ago. Wynn: Congratulations. You got me. I was a rat. Raylan: What would happen if Katherine hale found out that you're the one who got her husband klled? Wynn: I helped you out once before. Maybe there is a way I can help you out again. At some point in our line of work, If you want to survive, this is what you do. Mike: Not me. I got a code, and it does not include turning on my people. Boon: Name's Boon. Pleased to meet you. Raylan: I wouldn't rush to judgment on that. Boon: Man, you are everything I'd hoped for, right down to the hat. Raylan: Well, I feel I should warn you Markham's previous employees have not fared well in these parts. Loretta: Every one of you who has been approached about your property, this is my offer. I will give you cash for your land, same as Markham, but the difference is I don't want to move you guys out. Just want to move some seed in. Throw in with me, and we'll make Harlan prosperous our own selves. Give this county back to the people the way we all know it should be! [cheers and applause] Raylan: We need to get to your vault. I believe you're being robbed. Markham: Whatever that blast was, it wasn't enough. Raylan: One thing that didn't occur to me ... dipshit's not capable of pulling it off. What did you say to your gddmn uncle? You trying to kll me now?! Is that it? Ava: What the hell are you talking about?! Your uncle tried to blow me up! Ava: Is Zachariah dad? Boyd: I don't know, Ava. Ava: And the money? Boyd: Still in the vault. It won't be for long. They're gonna move it tonight. And that's when I'm gonna ht it. 6x10 - "Trust" Katherine: Can I assume our partner kept you in the dark about his plan to blow up a building I was standing in? Wynn: Well, in his defense, he probably figured you'd be ready for it, being under the impression that Markham intended to move the money as soon as the party ended. Who gave him that impression? Wynn: I did. Katherine: Do you want to explain that? Wynn: Your, uh, reaction to his wedding proposal made me worried you were about to pull the rug out. Katherine: You really are a bastard, you know that? Wynn: Then you should count yourself lucky we're on the same side. We are still on the same side, aren't we, Katherine? Katherine: Do you really need to ask? Wynn: What I really need is for you to find out if your fiancé still intends to relocate his money. Katherine: Oh, you mean now that you've managed to manipulate Boyd into setting his vault on fre? Well, to tell you the truth, I haven't been able to get ahold of avery for hours. Wynn: Well, I ... he must have a lot on his mind. Can, uh ... can I assume that you'll be in touch once you hear from him? Katherine: Wynn, I want that money as much as you do. Wynn: Then you can imagine what I'm willing to do to get it. [click] [sighs] Jesus Christ. Raylan: That should put you at ease ... knowing Boyd hasn't talked to Katherine, discovered your lie, plug you as soon as you walk in his door? Wynn: Actually, I was thinking I don't need to walk in his door. Whatever she gets from Markham, she can give directly to Boyd. There's no need to keep me as the go-between. Tim: Oh, dangling the bait's only step one. You need to report back to us on Boyd's plan. Raylan: We're giving you a chance to atone for tonight's screw-up. Wynn: You told me to tell Boyd the money's was on the move. I told him. He moved. It is not my fault it went bad. Raylan: Unless you told him to make it look like it went bad so we'd have nothing meaningful to bust him on. Wynn: And I would do that, what, out of my, uh, deep and abiding affection for Boyd Crowder? Raylan: Normally, Wynn, I like to avoid pondering your motivations. If I had to guess, though, I'd say you're trying to preserve whatever chance you got left at the $10 million. Wynn: Well, in that case, gentlemen, thank you for once again allowing me to prove my loyalty to the United States... [sighs] Marshals Service. ♪ Baby, let's be bad ♪ ♪ baby, let's be bad ♪ ♪ have more fun that way ♪ [door opens] ♪ baby, let's be bad ♪ Boyd: I wasn't sure you'd show. Ava: Come on, Boyd ... you know Ellstin Limehouse has made a fortune being the man folks can count on in times of trouble. Limehouse: And I recall you yourself have benefited from that on more than one occasion. Ava: And on reflection, I wonder if the benefit warranted the cost. Limehouse: You know, all the women I gave sanctuary to all these years, there's only one I regret? Boyd: Ava ... me and Limehouse are gonna step into the office, do some business, okay? Come on. Limehouse: Hell, you look like you've seen a ghost, if you don't mind my saying. Boyd: I didn't see one so much as I almost became one. I did something I knew always brings me trouble. Limehouse: And what is that? I went back down a mine. Limehouse: You find what you was looking for, at least? [sighs] What say we cut the small talk? I don't like you. Not only do you know it, but you damn well feel the same about me. Now, simple truth is, you're the only man I know who can get me what I need, and I'm willing to pay you more money than you've ever made for doing it. Limehouse: So you fixing to leave this place, huh? How many reasons you gonna give me for having your back? Boyd: $50,000. Limehouse: Is that for you or for the both of you? Boyd: For the both of us. Limehouse: [laughs] You know, that reward money you collected for that Walker fella was, uh, it was $100,000, if I recall ... it's what I heard on the radio. Boyd: [chuckles] How did I know you were gonna say that? Limehouse: Well, sir, you shall have your clean out... and vanish like you had disappeared in that mine... on one condition. Boyd: Name it. Limehouse: That when you're gone, you will never again set foot in Harlan County. Boyd: You ain't got to ask me twice. [music] [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ ♪ ... an old love letter ♪ [door opens] ♪ marked return ♪ Raylan: Your boss here, or did he just let you borrow the car? Boon: He's in the restroom. ♪ the paper won't burn ♪ Raylan: Vanilla cone. Heath: All right. You got anything to drink besides coffee? Heath: Water, soda ... I'd offer to make you a milkshake, but the mixer's down. Tim: Forget it. Heath: All right. ♪ that I just love her ♪ ♪ she was never mine to lose ♪ Boon: Been thinking on what you said about that movie cowboy and his toy gn. Put me in mind how you come across a lot of guys who go heels like they're playing dress-up. Take this fella ... wears that lid on his head, but I'll bet he can't tell a mare from a stallion. Raylan: Anybody ever tell you you should talk less? ♪ here I sit ♪ Boon: Yeah. One guy. Raylan: Well, you're young yet. Boon: Anyway, the matter I wanted your take on ... you come across a fella like this ... never sat a horse or roped a steer, wants putting on a hat to make him a... a buckaroo. ♪ I'll call my own ♪ You think it's up to gentlemen like us to... disabuse him? Raylan: You're asking if we're keepers of some kind of flame. I guess my main take is I believe you're overestimating how much you and I have in common. Boon: All right. [door opens, closes] That gives me something to think on. Markham: You here to arrest me? Raylan: That depends. You got something to confess to? Markham: Just here to lick on that ice cream, then. Raylan: You're gonna call Katherine Hale. Tell her you're moving the money to Charlotte. Markham: Why would I do that? Tim: How do you think it is that Boyd has such a good handle On what you've got and where you've got it? He has an inside man. Woman. Whatever. Markham: Bullshit. Raylan: Even if it is, I don't see a downside. If she passes on the information, we get Boyd for you. If she don't pass on the information, you know you can trust your wife-to-be. Markham: I already trust her. Give me one reason why I should believe anything you say. Tim: If she's not trying to steal it, why would she ask you how you're planning to move it? Markham: She hasn't. Raylan: She will. I'll tell you what. Why don't you just, uh, give her a call? See if she brings up the subject. ♪ can't help wondering ♪ ♪ when I'll learn ♪ [door opens, closes] ♪ that I just love her ♪ ♪ she was never mine to lose ♪ ♪ I can't lose ♪ [beep] [ringing] ♪ what I've never owned ♪ Markham: Hey, there. Katherine: Are you okay? Markham: No, I'm fine. Just trying to figure out where things stand. Katherine: Avery, have you thought about what you're gonna do with the vault contents? Markham: Actually, we are this very minute... trying to figure that out. Katherine: So, have you made a decision? Markham: Matter of fact, I have. I'm sending the money to Charlotte. ♪ since she's gone ♪ Wynn: Right here. Carl: Charlotte? Wynn: You heard the lady. Carl: What the hell's in Charlotte? Wynn: I think Mr. Markham's less concerned with what's there than what isn't. Boyd: Us. Wynn: He figures that you figure his money is heading to Lexington, which means if you're gonna ht it, you're gonna ht it right here. He decides he's gonna head South. Boyd: Oh, we gonna ht it right there, right before the Virginia state line. Road's one lane each way, steep rise on one side, steep drop-off on the other. Oh, I used to do liquor runs in high school. I could drive this with my eyes closed. Now, Mr. Duffy, like my good friend Ray always says, you never give up before the miracle happens. Well, the miracle is gonna happen right there. Wynn: Well, that's what he said ... just on that side of the Kentucky border. Well, if it isn't, you know where to find me. Take us home, Mikey. Mike: Any more calls you need to make? Wynn: Hey, Mikey. If you're gonna mention your code again, um, we're gonna need to pull over and get some bananas, so I can eat something that tastes the same coming up as going down, okay? Mike: Nah. I'm done with the code. Wynn: Decided to put your big-boy pants on, huh? Mike: Something like that. Wynn: Good. [engine turns over] Raylan: Does this seem right to you? Tim: Which part? Raylan: All of it. Boyd's gonna read this with his eyes closed. Tim: [sighs] Last night, you said Boyd would ht the cash on the road, Hmm. and then, today, we go to all the trouble of putting together a bait truck so he has something to ht, Duffy tells us he's planning to ht it, we're watching one of his guys appear to be waiting for it to move so he can ht it ... all of which leads you to conclude that that is, in fact, not his plan? Raylan: He's too smart. Tim: Yeah, he's so smart, he's stupid. Raylan: Yeah. I'm just saying, last time we tried something like this, we ended up with his underwear. Ava: My uncle ... you're sure he couldn't have made it out of that mine? Carl: You really want to waste your time worrying about that traitor? Ava: The reason I'm worried ... if he's alive, there's a chance he could come back and finish the job. Carl: Even if he survived the blast, the rockfall cut him off from the entrance. [chuckles] Crazy bastard ... ran the wrong way. Probably got turned around in the dark, everything looking the same down there and all. Ava: Zachariah got turned around? Boyd: Carl! We all set, my man? Carl: Good to go! Boyd: Whoo! You best be getting a move on, son. Carl: We ain't riding together? Boyd: Well, I got something I got to do. I'm gonna be right behind you. Carl: All right. Boyd: [sighs] [door opens, closes] Baby, I need you to head back to your place, pick up whatever Limehouse has sorted for us ... new papers, uh, a car nobody's looking for. I'll be in touch and tell you where to meet me. Ava: Somewhere close to where you're hitting the truck? Boyd: Ain't no money gonna be in that truck. Ava: But you just told Carl ... Boyd: I know what I told Carl. Ava: What about Earl? He's still halfway a kid, and you're serving them up? Boyd: I'm just trying to make sure that we don't get served up, Ava. Ava: How do you know the money won't be in the truck? Boyd: Because he's too smart for that. Ava: Markham? Boyd: Raylan! Now, don't ask me any more gddmn questions! Just trust me. Meet me. Vasquez: What did she say, exactly? Raylan: She said Boyd knows there's nothing in the truck and plans to go after the money by other means. Vasquez: Well, don't suppose she saw fit to specify these "other means." Raylan: She doesn't know. Vasquez: She says. Raylan: Well, sounds like you still got some doubts about her loyalty. Rachel: Boyd's guy still there? Tim: As a matter of fact, his brother's just pulling up ... appears to be getting in the car with him. Rachel: Tim, you stay on the car. Tim: Roger that. Rachel: Raylan, you sit on Ava. See where she leads us. Vasquez: And remember, okay, there's a new bottom line. We have to catch Boyd in the commission of a RICO-predicate crime. Uh, Ava's testimony ... absolutely worthless now. Raylan: Where does that leave her? Vasquez: Leave her? Back in prison. If I have anything to do with it, serving out every last second of her original sentence, plus anything else I can tack on there, like obstruction or conspiracy. Raylan: Even if she helps us get Boyd with the money? Vasquez: Raylan, it's too late for that now. Read the C.I. contract. She hasn't even come close to living up to her side of the bargain, which means that we don't have to live up to ours. You were done with him, right? Tim: Guess if I was him, I wouldn't be crazy about putting Ava on the stand, either. You really think this ends in a trial? Tim: Shit, I hope so ... all the work we've done. Raylan: What I mean is you really think Boyd's gonna let us take him in instead of going out in a blaze like the outlaw he's spent his whole life trying to be? Tim: Well, I guess that'll be up to him. Won't it, Raylan? Katherine: [gasps] Boyd: Katherine. I think I've finally found a way to get at that money. Markham: A little early for me. Lilian: Well, you brought it. Markham: Well, I was told it was your favorite. Lilian: Well, everybody's got to have a hobby. Markham: [chuckles] Lillian: So, you were saying you're concerned my grandniece might be falling in with a bad element? I'm saying that people who associate with Boyd Crowder have a habit of coming to a violent end. I know your family's had its share of tragedy. Lilian: My nephew's a sap. He got himself all moony-eyed over that idiot he married and got even more moony-eyed after she died. Markham: [chuckles] Lilian: Not sure how she managed to grow a head on her shoulders raised by that pair of nitwits. Markham: If you don't mind my asking ... how is it Loretta ended up in foster care instead of coming here to live with you? Lilian: Stuck-up bitch from family services made noises like this place ain't fit for habitation. You believe that? I been living in this house for 52 gddmn years. Markham: And there's nobody else could've taken her in? No other kin? Lilian: Meaning if tragedy were to strike again, would I stand to inherit my grandniece's property? You think I don't know who you are, Mr. Markham? Markham: Well, I introduced myself at the door. Lilian: Not your name. Who you are. What you are. Markham: What's that? Lilian: Well, off the top of my head, I'd say a no-account peckerwood. Markham: [laughs] Lilian: And that's just for starters. Markham: Ma'am, I'm afraid I've given a misimpression of my intent on coming here to see you. Lilian: [laughing] Oh, I hope so. 'Cause it seems to me you're here to get me to talk Loretta into selling out to you or to sell out to you myself once you put her in the ground. Markham: That woman is tougher than a pine knot. Boon: No go, huh? Notice she didn't turn down your single-malt. Markham: You ever notice how the necessities of our line of work weigh heavy on your conscience? Boon: Always seemed to me, as far as conscience goes, the sweet spot is you either be poor enough you can't afford to have one or rich enough you can afford to hire someone to carry the weight. Markham: Boon. I'm sorry. I know you're fond of the girl. Boon: Fond's got nothing to do with it. [door opens] [door closes] [gn] [birds calling] [gn] [dog barking] [cellphone ringing] [beep] Markham: Hello, my love. Boyd: Afraid not, Mr. Markham. Been wondering where you'd got to. Boyd: Well, now you know. Markham: I suppose it'd be foolish of me to ask what you want. Boyd: I suppose it would be. Now, is this the point in the conversation where you try to buy yourself some time, tell me that money's in a security van headed to North Carolina? Markham: I'd say we both know that ain't so. And I ain't interested in buying time. I'd rather just get this over. Boyd: Me and you both. Here's how it's gonna go down. You're gonna load my money up in your car and start driving North on 421. I'm gonna call you with a meeting place. Now, you don't answer your phone, she dies. You take too long getting to the meet, she dies. And if you ain't alone when you get there ... Markham: Understood. Understood. [beep] Boon: You want me to come with? Man said to come alone. Boon: They always say that. Probably heard it in the movies. Markham: Probably so. Boon: Want me to come with? No. Gonna play it straight. Boon: Call me if you change your mind. Markham: Not gonna try to sell me on bringing you along? Boon: You pay me to do what you say. You say, "stay," I stay. Say something else, I do that. Markham: You're a good boy, Boon. Stay out of trouble. Boon: I aim to find out what kind of entertainment this shthole has to offer. [trunk closes] Mike: So... when I asked you how long you'd been snitching to the marshals, you said "this time," implying there'd been another time. Wynn: Suddenly, I'm nostalgic for the "code" talk. Mike: The other time was about Grady Hale, right? You were the one that gave him up? Wynn: You just figure that out all by yourself, Mikey? Mike: Yeah. [laughs] Wynn: Aah! [groaning weakly] [music] [groans] [groans] Mike: Shut up! Wynn: [groaning] Mike: Shut the hell up! [ringing] Katherine: This is Katherine Hale. Please leave a message. Mike: Miss Hale, this is Mike Cosmatopolis. Please call me as soon as you get this. Believe I have something that might interest you. [beep] Katherine: You think this all ends when you make that swap? You think I won't come after you? Boyd: Well, you'll do what you feel you have to do. Katherine: Boy, I got to hand it to you, Boyd. You've got a hell of a knack for keeping cool. Boyd: Hmm. Katherine: You don't even mind looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life. Boyd: Ain't nothing in my life ever come for free. [beep] [ringing] Markham: Yeah? Boyd: Read me the next road sign you pass. Markham: Hold on, there's one coming up. Bledsoe. Boyd: Well, all right. Now, as soon as you start seeing signs for Mozelle, I want you to pull off. I'll talk you in from there. Markham: All right. [beep] [police radio chatter] Tim: No, they went easy. Didn't even try to hurt our feelings. Rachel: Boyd, too? Tim: Boyd wasn't with them. Rachel: Any chance he might have slipped away while you were taking down the others? Tim: Always a chance, I guess, but everything I see says he was never here. Rachel: [sighs] [beep] [sighs] Raylan was right. She was telling the truth. Hmm. "Mr. and Mrs. Ofay." Got to hand it to Limehouse ... he does have a sense of humor. Does good work, too. Can't say as I'm crazy for the picture, although it was short notice. What are you doing here, Raylan? Well, I'm supposed to be staying out of sight, seeing if you're sh*ting straight about the getaway plan. If you are, follow you to Boyd, catch him with the money. Ava: But you're not staying out of sight. Raylan: Mnh-mnh. Ava: So, what are you doing here? Raylan: Vasquez is pulling the plug. Ava: What does that mean? It means he wants to find something to bust Boyd on that doesn't require your cooperation ... toss you back in prison. Ava: [sighs] Boyd just called ... told me to bring him the getaway that Limehouse put together, meet him at the spot where he put this ring on my finger. You can get him with the money. Raylan: It ain't enough, Ava. Ava: [sighs] Raylan: I'm sorry. Ava: Are you? Raylan: [sighs] Ava: [sighs] [scoffs] What if we get him for mrder? Raylan: Whose mrder? What's that? Ava: You meet a lot of guys with gator-tooth necklaces, do you? Raylan: I used to work in Florida. Where'd you find it? Ava: Hanging above the bar. Raylan: And how, exactly, does that help us to get Boyd? Ava: What do you mean? For klling Dewey. Raylan: Boyd klled Dewey? Ava: You know he did! Raylan: You got a witness? A wapon? Better yet, a body? Ava: Look close, Raylan. There's blood on it. Ava, even if that is Dewey's blood, there's nothing that don't indicate he didn't just cut himself shaving. Ava: [scoffs] Raylan: It still ain't enough. Ava: [scoffs] So after everything, that's how this is gonna end? Raylan: It appears that way. Ava: What if I get him to confess? [Lloyd Conger's "You hold the key" plays] ♪ since I met you, I really... ♪ Boon: Fella told me a good waitress never lets you see the bottom of your coffee cup. [whispers] Guess I'd better go be a good waitress. Maya: [chuckles] ♪ that you're here ♪ ♪ I need you every day ♪ Heath: [sighs] ♪ close to me ♪ Boon: What'd you say to her? I didn't catch it. Heath: Can I get you anything else? Something to eat, maybe? Boon: Just make sure you keep the bottom of my cup covered. Heath: Whatever. ♪ you hold the key ♪ Boon: You're a student, huh? What you studying? Maya: Engineering. Boon: [whistles] Industrious. You remind me of my girl. She's not a student, you understand ... more of what you call an entrepreneur. She's a couple years your junior, I guess. She's legal, before you ask, though. Grass on the field and all that. Heath: How about you just keep to yourself down there, all right? I'll see to it that your coffee stays full. Boon: You don't remember me, huh? I was here last night around the same time with my boss, couple others. Heath: I remember. Boon: I was with one man, mostly talking about your hat. Heath: My hat? Boon: Where'd you get it? Heath: Uh, Louisville, I believe. Boon: You ain't certain? Heath: Louisville. Boon: Mm. Lot of hipsters out that way, huh? [scoffs] Boon: Yeah, we got a lot where I'm from, too. I guess that's how it is nowadays, huh? How much you pay for it? Heath: Um... $80 something. Boon: Sold American! ♪ your tender touch ♪ You owe me $20. Heath: You want to buy my hat? Boon: What else are we talking about? Heath: Look, you don't want to go all the way to Louisville, I bet you can order one off a website. Boon: I don't want to order one. I-I want the one that you got on right there. [scoffs] Well, you can't just come in a place and tell a guy you're buying something that he's not selling. Boon: You wouldn't think so. Heath: I'm not giving you my hat. Boon: I know. I'm buying it. Heath: All right, you know what? I think it's time for you to leave. Boon: I have to take that hat off him. It's liable to get damaged. They tend to lose their shape, you know, when you get too rough with them. Heath: Maybe I ought to call the cops. Boon: You're doing a piss-poor job keeping my coffee full. What you say? You like it? [sighs deeply] Yep. You're right. On second thought, I just don't think it suits me. [sighs] Damn shame to be going home empty-handed. Way this day's going, I'm likely to end up in the doghouse with my girl. I figure if I'm gonna work back into her good graces, it'd pay to not come home empty-handed. What you say, hon? You got anything worth taking? Raylan: No matter how I play this out in my mind, I have a hard time seeing Boyd confess. Ava: I said I will get him to confess. I heard what you said. Ava: [scoffs] Raylan, if I didn't know any better, your tone might suggest you doubt the power of my feminine wiles. Raylan: No, no indeed. Ava: Good. 'Cause I recall a time not so long ago when you yourself were held sway by those very same wiles. Raylan: Is that what that was? Ava: [sighs] Although you did manage to resist well enough to throw me over. Raylan: Ava ... Ava: You ever wonder how things could be different if you hadn't? If you hadn't left this place when I was 16? Raylan: Never saw much point in that kind of wondering. Ava: If you'd taken me with you? Raylan: You're standing at the clearing, Boyd pulls up in his truck, transfers the money in here ... what's the first thing you say? Ava: "Hey, Boyd." Raylan: After that. [sighs] I ask him what really happened to Dewey. Raylan: Just like that? [scoffs] The thing about getting a man to do what you want, Raylan ... it's not so much what you say as how you say it. Or what you're doing at the time. Raylan: I want to trust you, Ava. Ava: I can tell. Raylan: You ask him, he won't say. Ava: He will. Raylan: He ... say he won't. What then? [sighs] I guess then I'll start taking my clothes off. Hope I still got what it takes to drive all other thoughts from a man's mind. Raylan: [chuckles] I want to trust you. Ava: You told me that already. Markham: You okay? Katherine: Ask me later. Markham: [sighs] Boyd: Well, ain't this the conundrum? Somebody's always got to go first. Now, it's clear that I've held up my end. What say we verify you've held up yours? Boyd: Go on. Katherine: Oh. Boyd: [sighs] Now, what say we see if we can all ride off into our respective sunsets? Katherine. Markham: Boyd! Boyd: Katherine. Oh. Uh, ripping you off ... that was her idea from the jump ... payback for you mrder her husband. I just, uh... [laughs] I just thought you ought to know. [engine turns over] Whoo! Whoo! Oh! [breathing heavily] Baby, it's me! Oh, baby! Markham: Do you really think I had Grady mrder? Katherine: I did. I don't any longer. So... what happens now? Are you gonna kll me? [laughs] Ohhh! [smooches] Ava: I am sorry, Boyd. Boyd: Oh, baby, let's have that conversation when we're sitting on a beach with the sand between our toes. Baby? [gn] Aah! [music] Raylan: Jesus, woman. What did you do? Ava: He was never gonna confess. Raylan: Put that gn down. You ain't gonna sht me. Ava: I sht Boyd. Put it down and step away. Ava: If I don't, would you sht me? Raylan: Let's not find out. Ava: I gave you what you always wanted, Raylan ... Boyd Crowder bleeding at your feet. [sighs] I can't go back to prison. So you're gonna have to sht me, or you're gonna have to let me go. Raylan: Last time you ran ... remember how that went? Ava: Last time I ran, I didn't have $10 million to help me disappear. I'm going to come after you. Ava: I know. [truck door closes] [engine revs] [music]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x10 - Trust"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Zachariah: What about Boyd? Boyd ain't nothing like Bowman. Zachariah: Yeah, he's a Crowder. That's awful strange talk seeing as you're here working for him. Ava: My uncle ... you sure he couldn't have made it out of that mine? Carl: Even if he survived the blast, the rockfall cut him off from the entrance. Probably got turned around in the dark. Ava: Zachariah got turned around? Art: You want some advice? Bring Raylan in. See if you can confirm what your gut is telling you. Rachel: Is that what you'd do? You'd let it go. Wouldn't risk the case just to save your own ass. Mike: When I asked you how long you'd been snitching to the marshals, you said, "this time." The other time was about Grady Hale, right? Duffy: You just figured that out all by yourself, Mikey? [laughs] Duffy: Aah! [handcuffs click] Mike: Ms. Hale, please call me as soon as you get this. Boyd: Ripping you off ... that was her idea of payback for you mrder her husband. I just thought you'd wanna know. Baby? [gn] [grunts] Raylan: What did you do? Ava: I gave you what you always wanted, Raylan ... Boyd Crowder bleeding at your feet. I'm gonna come after you. Ava: I know. <b>6x11 - "Fugitive Number One"</b> Rachel: I know your deputies just got back to Atlanta, but we need as many as you can spare. We've got a new number one. Ava Crowder. Jerry, I'm gonna have to call you back. Art: [exhales sharply] [indistinct conversations] Rachel: How bad is it? Art: Well... I shaved. The director called. Tried to tell her that I was the sht caller on this from my sickbed, that I just couldn't let it go, but apparently you'd already talked to her. Rachel: I'm the one who approved Ava as a C.I. and Raylan as her handler. It's only right I take the ht. Art: I wish you'd called me first. Rachel: Am I suspended? Art: Hell, no. Not gonna sideline one of my best manhunters in the middle of a manhunt. What the hell's the status with Crowder? Rachel: Nelson's sitting on him at Harlan regional medical until they get the bllet out and we can move him. Art: Well, you do realize you accomplished something that I was never able to do all these years. Rachel: Let an untrustworthy C.I. get away with $10 million? Art: You got Boyd Crowder. Boyd: Aah! Aah, aah, aah. Doctor: Irrespective of you being sht, you are what doctors call one lucky son of a bitch. Yeah, well, I don't feel so lucky at the moment. [groans] Doctor: Slug splintered on your collarbone. Hair South, your lungs'd be torn to shreds. We got in there, tied things up. It could be worse. Raylan: You give us a minute, doc? Doctor: You're not the one sht him, are you? Raylan: No, I'm the one who got him here. Boyd: [exhaling deeply] Ain't exactly true, is it? What you told him about bringing me here. Well, I called it in, made sure they knew you were emergent. Boyd: You handcuffed me to a bumper, you left me there without so much as a fare-thee-well. Raylan: You could hear the sirens on their way. Must have given you some solace. Boyd: I don't suppose you've come to tell me you've found her. Raylan: I found her truck some down the road, abandoned. No sign beyond. Gotta suck, be that close to the prize, have it sht out of your hand. I kinda know how you feel. Boyd: No, you don't. I don't believe in a world where you know how I feel. Raylan: I didn't realize disappointment was a domain exclusive unto Boyd Crowder. Well, Raylan, if we're gonna play it that simple, then let's talk about your disappointments. What disappoints you, Raylan Givens? The fact that you weren't the one who got to sh*t me? Where is she goin'? Boyd: Well, you wheel me outta here, I'll take you straight to her. [chuckles] That's funny. Boyd: Oh, well, it doesn't have to be funny. Come on, Raylan. Me and you, one more ride together. See if we can't find a reasonable solution to our problem. But which is our problem, exactly? The money or Ava? Boyd: Well, ain't they the same problem, Raylan? Raylan: Are they to you? Boyd: I'm gonna get outta here, Raylan. Raylan: Mm-hmm. Boyd: Sooner or later, one way or another, I'm gonna get outta here, and when I do, I'm gonna go get that money. Raylan: Which sets me to thinking, How long you think she's got? Long enough for you to execute your great escape? Get to her before Markham and his boys do? Then I got to wonderin' further what they're gonna do to her if they get there first. Boyd: Well, maybe she has whatever that is coming. Raylan: Oh. I see. And you're cool with that? Them dishing out retribution however they see fit? Boyd: Are you? Raylan: My, my. Boyd: You know, Raylan... Zachariah Randolph. Raylan: Come again? Boyd: It's her uncle. I think that's the man you're looking for. [monitor beeping steadily] You think he's helping her? Boyd: Well, if he ain't died down one of those shafts, Raylan, then... I don't believe he has. That'd be my first stop. Raylan: See you at the arraignment. Tim: You get anything? Raylan: Maybe a place to start. Nelson: Heard she pulled Boyd's gn on you. Raylan: She did. Nelson: Man, I did not see that coming. Raylan: Anything changes here, drop me a line. You ever been down in a mine? Tim: I've been to Mordor, but not through the mines. Raylan: Is that a yes or a no? Tim: No. [music] [birds calling] Zachariah: [grunts] Ava: Is that it? Way up there? Zachariah: Yeah! Ava: I thought you said it was close. Zachariah: [grunts] [birds crying and chirping] Ava: How long's this place been closed? Zachariah: Oh, eight, nine years. They used it a... a supply station. Rescue would get the supplies in, trap miners as fast as possible. Regulations being so damn lax, they didn't build this thing till after the '83 collapse. [both sigh] You think having closer supplies would have saved my daddy? Zachariah: God himself couldn't save your daddy on that day. That's why I stopped praying. Zachariah: [grunting] Yeah, yeah. [scraping and thudding] Ava: [coughs] Zachariah: Get some heat in here. And I got... this here radio for backup. We'll know they're coming before they do. Give us some time to hightail it outta here, which is exactly what we should be doing, so I'm gonna go over, see if I can get one of those old A.T.V.s running. Pack up these bags, and we be outta here by sundown! Now you do know those old moonshine trails up there, they just roll through those mountains like a... Ava: Maze? Zachariah: Yeah, maze. Now this Grubes guy we're going to see ... you sure he knows his way around? Ava: He knows the trails blindfolded. But I was thinkin'... Boyd knows Grubes. Zachariah: Ah. Ava: If he's alive ... Zachariah: If he's alive, the marshals got him, and if he ain't... [claps hands] the more, the better. [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Katherine: Where are you? Damn, I can't hear you. Mike: I'm in Richmond, close to E.K.U. Duffy: Give me the phone, Mikey. Let me talk to her. Katherine: I'll call when I get close. Keep Duffy there. I just need to get my purse. [cell phone beeps] Markham: You know, I can usually smell a rotten bud before it blooms. But your scent, my dear, has always been presidential kush. ... your questions. And all that on my. [sighs] Markham: Got yourself a new purse. Katherine: Yeah, before we go down a whole road, I think you might be interested in the phone call I just had, wherein I learned that Wynn Duffy klled Grady. Markham: I didn't know that little cockroach was still alive. Katherine: Yeah. Well, I'm just going to change, then. Markham: How do you know this? Katherine: His bodyguard called me. Wynn Duffy was a rat 14 years ago, and he's a rat today. Markham: You know, I knew you'd never leave your home state. That's why I came back. Nothing else mattered. You were the prize. But now I wonder if I wasn't just a mark, someone for you to screw. Katherine: At first, yes, but... seeing you... being with you, - everything came flying back. Markham: Oh, don't tell me. Love? Katherine: Well, was it not the same for you? Markham: Well, I've always loved you, Katherine. I just don't trust you. Katherine: Well, I accepted your proposal, Avery. Would it be so bad for the two of us to... live together, not trusting each other, just like everybody else in the whole wide world? Markham: You know, I understand your drive to avenge Grady's death, even when you thought it was me. And I hope when I'm your husband... you'd do the same for me. Katherine: [sighs] I'm gonna go shower. You wanna join me? Markham: Nothing I'd love more. But there's work to be done. Katherine: Goin' after your 10 million? Markham: Our 10 million. You know, I'm gonna make sure Boyd Crowder doesn't see another day. Katherine: Well, I'm gonna do the same to Wynn Duffy. Markham: Let me handle Duffy. I'll bring you his head for a wedding present. Katherine: gddmn, Avery Markham. I love you. Markham: Love you, too. [classical music playing on radio] Duffy: I never knew you liked classical, Mikey. Mike: You'd know if you let me pick the music every once in a while. Duffy: That can change. A lot can change. You want me to drive sometimes? You wanna be in charge of the TV? Mikey? What do you want, Mikey? Okay, point taken. You got a code. You're billy jack. I get it, okay? Can we end this? Mikey? I'll forget what happened and we'll go back to the way things were. [radio volume increases] [loudly] Okay, Mikey?! Hey! Take these gddmn cuffs off, or I'm gonna take that code, and I will shove it up your ass! [whack] Uhh! Mike: This isn't just about some code. You were as close to family as I ever had. I believed in you, Wynn. End of the day, you're a rat. And rats get exterminated, period. And I hate being called "Mikey." [door squeaks] [bag thuds] Loretta: [sighs] Boon: Seat buckle. I'm just looking to keep my girl safe. [squeaks] Boon: Are you looking for this? [chuckles] Come on. When I was a kid... can't tell you how many falls your daddy and I had, angry pricks, one and all. Lay three hots and a cot with a side of ass whupping. I come to rely solely on my own wherewithal at a tender age, not unlike yourself. I'm hearing tales about all this money you supposedly got, no doubt giving you a sense of confidence. But I can tell you what. Markham's got a lot more. Loretta: What's your point? Boon: Do you ever watch the History Channel? Days of yore, marriages weren't about love... or romance. Those sentiments didn't even factor in. They were about alliances to end wars, making each side stronger against enemies they had in common. You understand? Loretta: Man, I got no idea what in the hell you're talking about. Boon: I'm saying, if I'd had a Mr. Markham by my side back then, I'd have jumped on it as fast as a bllet. I wanna offer you an opportunity, tuck in with us. You say yes, we'll always be watching your back. Loretta: I don't need anybody watching my back ... least of all, you. Boon: Got fre in your belly. What I adore most, girl. Be careful... lest it burn your brain, so you can't hear good reason. [music] [indistinct conversations] Raylan: You got an escort down the mine shaft? Willits: He's on the way out now. Had to roust the owner out of the bed. He ... he was grumpy about it. Raylan: Well, you can tell him he can give me the what-for as soon as he gets us on a coal cart. Willits: You think she could have got down that mine shaft on her own? Tim: We think Ms. Crowder has an accomplice worked his mine most of his life. Raylan: What's that up there? So I've got the claim more said, Earl's on A.K. we got that armored truck dad on our side. Earl: Next thing we know, cherries, man, everywhere. Carl: I'm telling it, Earl. All right? Sorry. Man: How'd the cops know? Carl: Figure we got set up. Earl: By who? Carl: That Katherine chick and Duffy ... one or both of 'em. It's like that old saying, you know? Earl: "Crime doesn't pay"? Carl: God damn it, Earl. No. "Ain't no honor among thieves." Crime does pay. As long as the criminals you're working for don't screw you over all the time. Birch: Let's go, girls! You're moving to a new cell! Come on off your fannies! [cell door clanks] Not you two. You got a visitor. Carl: Who? Birch: [whistles] Earl: Oh, no. Oh, hey! Hey, we can't be in here with them! Come on now! This shit ain't legal! Markham: Those cops aren't gonna help you, son. They're new friends of mine. Carl: I'm gonna tell y'all upfront right now, we ain't going down without a fight. Boon: Jenny here says you would. [bars rattle] And she's had the last word in many such a disagreement. Markham: Boon. I know Boyd is the brain behind your attempt to rob me. You and your brother were just pawns. Carl: We were soldiers. Markham: No, you were pawns. He sent you out to attck that armored car while he excuted his real plan ... kidnap my fiancée, extort the $10 million that way. He screwed you both. Earl: You're lying. Boyd wouldn't do that to us. Would he, Carl? Markham: Ever hear of Judge Zeke Baron? Earl: I know of Baron's pawn shop. That's Judge Zeke. He owns it. He got an office out back. Buy enough of his junk for double what it cost, he's amenable to signing a release, get you R.O.R.'d. Earl: What does that have to do with us? It means we're gettin' out of here. Means you're gettin' out of here. What about Earl? Earl: Yeah. Drop our ... is one man affort, Carl. Carl: Well, why me? Why not the hat kid? Boyd knows you. Ask him where my money is. If he knows, put a bllet between his eyes. If he doesn't know... put a bllet between his eyes anyway. Carl: What if I tell you Boyd's been good to me, huh? And I don't want your damn job. Markham: If you refuse, if you fail... or if you run off when you get into the outside world, then... Jenny will blow Earl a kiss. [taps] Carl: [sighs] [music] [animal chitters in distance] [birds crying and cawing] [door creaks] Tim: Clear. Willits: Clear. Tim: Somebody's been here. Willits: I imagine this place has been put to all sorts of use. Kids stealing, coming in here to hook up. Raylan: It's warm in here. You notice that? Like someone had a space heater. Tim: Drag marks right here by the doorway. $10 million is a lot of weight. Willits: Maybe spied us, left in a hurry. If so, they ain't far, and they're not moving fast. We need to shift choppers and dogs to this ridge, set the perimenter around this point as ground zero. You got any guys you can spare? Willits: I can ask. Uh, if so, you wanna ride on one of the helicopters? One of them's got F.L.I.R. Maybe get you a seat if you want. Raylan: Definitely. Vasquez: It's beyond bad, chief. It's career-ending ... mine... and yours. You were the one that told me to put Raylan in the lead. Rachel: Why did you call us in here, Vasquez? Vasquez: Where is he? Rachel: Where's who? Art: He's working the fugitive. As the closest deputy to the case, he is the most likely to find her. Vasquez: Oh, Jesus, Art. Seriously? I mean, really, seriously? God damn it, what ... what did he, promise you a cut?! Art: I'm gonna do you the gddmn common courtesy of pretending I didn't hear that shit come out of your mouth. He was banging her in the past. He's almost certainly banging her now! His banging her in the past wrecked the criminal case back then! And then here we are again now! History repeating itself. Then he lets her sht his, uh, whatever-the-hell-you-want- to-call-Boyd. That's convenient. And this marshal, whom we've defended on countless questionable sht, well, he decides this time, he's gonna holster his piece, and he's just gonna wave goodbye as she drives away. Art: [sighs] Vasquez: You take umbrage with me all you want, Chief Deputy Mullen. You give me that look like you wanna choke me right now. But eventually, the both of you are gonna have to come to grips with the reality. Rachel: And in your version of reality? Vasquez: Your marshal and his girlfriend have stolen $10 million right out from under our noses. [sighs] [telephone ringing in distance] [helicopter approches] [cellphone buzzing] Raylan: [loudly] Givens. I'm about to get on a helicopter. Art: [sighs] I need you back in Lexington now. Raylan: What? What? Hey, I ain't kidding about the helicopter. It's hovering above my head. Why I'm talking so loud. Art: Let the helicopter go. Let somebody else take a ride. I need you in the office. Raylan: What'd I do? Art: That's a long list. Raylan: I know that tone, Art. I know it too well, as a matter of fact. Just tell me. Art: Vasquez has voiced a concern. Raylan: Raised a concern or leveled an accusation? Art: Look, you know where this is going. You tell me. Raylan: He thinks I conspired with Ava. Oh, tell me you ain't entertaining the notion that that is anything other than utter horseshit. [sighs] All I'm saying is you're not giving me a leg to stand on here. I'm having trouble enough defending your actions even absent your and Ava's history. Raylan: Just let me get on the helicopter, take one pass, see if I can spot 'em. They're close, Art. I'm telling you, I can feel it. They're close. [helicopter whirring] Art: All right. You know me so well. I'm sure you can understand my tone when I say to you let the gddmn helicopter go and get your ass back to Lexington right now. [whirring continues] [cell phone beeps] [starts engine] [under breath] God damn it. [music] [whirring] Ava: Okay... [panting] Stiles: Are you Deputy Dunlop? Nelson: That's me. Stiles: They say they got a deputy who wants to meet you outside. Givens, I think? Nelson: I could use a coffee anyway. Keep an eye on him for me for a minute? Stiles: Oh, yeah, you bet. Nelson: Thanks. [telephone rings] Stiles: [whispers] Let's go. Stiles: All right, now you're gonna have to make this look good, all right? [door closes] Stiles: How about you ht me? Boyd: Carl? [whack] Carl. Carl? Carl: [grunting] [panting] That look good enough to you, you son of a bitch? Boyd: Wha... Carl: Where's the money, Boyd? Boyd: Why are you pointing a gn at me? I'm infirm. Carl: I trusted you. You sold Earl and I out. You set the cops on us. Boyd: Who sold you that wooden nickel? Son, I had every intention of meeting you ... Carl: Don't... lie to me, Boyd! Now where's the gddmn money? Boyd: Carl, I'm sorry. I-I made a bad decision. Trust me, son. And if I had to do it all over again, I'd do it different. [click] Carl: Last chance. Boyd: Hey, hey. Carl: Where is the money? Boyd: God damn it, I saved your life down in that mine. Carl: [breathing heavily] He's got my brother, Boyd. I ain't got no choice in this. Boyd: Who's got your brother? Markham? Carl: [breathes heavily] Boyd: Well, damn, son, get me outta here. Let's go get that money. We'll get your brother. We'll kll that son of a bitch. I'll give you half of everything that I put my hands on. Carl... Carl, I know that we have had a bad run of luck lately, but we can change it right now, god damn it. Contrary to everything that's happened, I care deeply about you and your brother. $5 million? [exhales deeply] Now go get that key, son. Come on. [exhales deeply] Carl: Yeah. [siren whoops] [reverse alert beeping] [brakes squeal] [radio chatter] [clatter] Give me that jacket. Boyd: Where's he now? Carl: Earl is in the jail under guard. Markam bought a couple dirty cops. Do anything for him. Boyd: Let's go kll that skinny son of a bitch. Carl: Question is now, how we gonna get you out past the nurses' stand without anybody noticing? Boyd: [sighs] It shouldn't be too hard with all the chaos. Carl: What chaos? [gn] [alarm sounding] Boyd: We got a sht on the floor! Everybody clear out! Woman: Get outta here! Man: He said sht! Come on! [alarm continues sounding, people shouting indistinctly] [police radio chatter] Raylan: Where's Nelson? Tim: Somewhere wishing he wasn't Nelson. Why didn't he get any backup? Tim: Everyone's out looking for Ava. Raylan: Oh, my god. Tim: The word I got is you're supposed to be headed back to Lexington, face this Vasquez reckoning. Raylan: Yeah, I was headed back to Lexington. Then I got word Crowder escaped marshals' custody and reframed my priorities somewhat. Tim: And creepy how excited you seem right now, not that I am questioning your priorities. Raylan: My priorities are straight. Tim: Uh-huh. So you're gonna keep cool when I tell you you need to follow Art's orders and head back to Lexington. Raylan: Give me something here. Point me in the direction, couple hours. Tim: Oh, so the joke here is that I give you directions back to Lexington, but since you know where that is ... Raylan: Who is this peckerwood here? Is this Carl? Jesus Christ, man. Carl. Tim: I know. It's weird, isn't it? Maybe you should ask him about that when you get back to the office. Raylan; Tim, can we stop pretending there's any version of this conversation that ends with me going to the office? Tim: If I help you out, you gonna cut me in on that $10 million? Raylan: [sighs] [telephone ringing in distance] Man: # I wanna go back, # ♪ I wanna go up and down ♪ ♪ over all the little trees and passes ♪ ♪ that make up our hometown ♪ Boon: Got word from the hospital. Markham: What? ♪ it all came crashing down ♪ Boon: Carl's dad. And ... Markham: And Boyd escaped. Markham: I told Carl what would happen if he failed in his job. A deal's a deal. Call our friends at the jail. Get little brother out. ♪ we held each other close so tight ♪ ♪ I wanna go back ♪ [footsteps approach] Man: Help ya? Raylan: Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. Looking for Earl Lennon. May have him back there awaiting marshal's transfer back to Lexington. Man: Oh, yeah, sure. Raylan: Great. Whatever paperwork you, uh... Man: Just need to, uh... Raylan: Sure. [door opens] Crosley: Can I help you? Raylan: Hey. Look at that. Got him all ready for me. Nah, this prisoner's been entrusted to my offices' charge. I mean, what might you think, you can just walk on out of here with him? Raylan: Uh, this. Not to get all federal on you, but... kinda is what it is. Crosley: Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to make a call. Raylan: See? There it is. Crosley: There what is? Raylan: You know, it don't bother me much running into a cop from this town that's bent to shit. I grew up around here. Kinda expect it now and then. What irritates me is when you call 'em on it, and they give you this look like, "how dare you insinuate I'm a piece of shit tarnishing my badge?" I see you doing the math, whether you're gonna tolerate the insult. But you should know, one of your co-workers is in the hospital with brain bleed, and this boy's brother's dad, so you might wanna factor them items into the equation before you decide what you're gonna do next. Crosley: Number one ... I don't like your tone. Number two ... that badge don't mean shit. And number three ... this boy's been bonded out fair and square. Matter of fact, I was just about to call the judge. Raylan: The marshal service have spent a lot of time and effort apprehending a fugitive that's now out on the run, and lives are in danger because of it, so every time you open your mealy mouth to lie, I think of that, and I start picturing how you'd look without any of your gddmn teeth. Earl: Wait. Did you say my brother's dad? Raylan: Earl... step away from the dirty cop and come with me, nice and slow. Thank you. [Pachelbel's "Canon in D" playing] Katherine: Hello, Michael. Mike: Hello, Ms. Hale. Katherine: Michael, would you mind giving me a gn until this unfortunate mess is over? You can retreave it later. How does that sound? [whispers] Thank you. [handcuffs clanking] [sighs] Wynn... Avery wanted to give me your mrder rat head as a wedding present, but I thought, no, I should do something nice for him, get our marriage started out on the right foot. The things we do for love. [chuckles] Duffy: You gonna put it in a big, blue Tiffany box like that ring on your finger? Katherine: You're being awfully flip for someone who's about to die. Duffy: What do you want me to say, Katherine? Yes, I ratted out Grady to Simon Poole and, yes, I klled Simon Poole because Simon Poole was gonna rat me out to Grady. The life we chose, huh? Katherine: Why kll Grady? Duffy: What do you care? You were schtupping Markham. You think about it, I did you a favor. Katherine: Yeah. Yeah, maybe you did. But, Wynn... Grady was my husband. He was my partner. And here's how it works. You protect your partner, and you avenge them against people who do them wrong. That is something I strongly believe. [sighs] [sniffles] Front of the head? [click] Or back? Suit yourself. Mike: Wait, wait, wait, wait. We don't have to kll him. Katherine: Michael. Mike: Just put the word out he's a rat. Let him fend for himself out there. Katherine: Move aside. Mike: Look, I don't like what Duffy did, but he's my boss, and I'd have to avenge him, anybody did him wrong. That's what you just said, right? Katherine: Oh, for god's sake. Mike: I mean, I think he's ... [gn] [gn] Aah! [grunting] Wynn: Michael! [gn] [gn] Jesus Christ! [gn] Jesus! [grunting] Duffy: Aah! Mike: [grunting] Katherine: [grunting] [gn] Mike: Aah! Duffy: Mikey! Mike: [grunting] Ohh! Duffy: Mikey! [crack] Katherine: [gasps] Mike: [panting] Katherine: [gasps] Mike: [grunting] [thud] Mike: [exhales deeply] Duffy: [panting] Mike: [grunting and gasping] [handcuffs rattle] Mike: [continues grunting] Duffy: [gasps] Mike: [groaning] Duffy: Mikey. Mikey. Mike: Will you hold me? Duffy: Yeah. [crying] Duffy: [grunting] [continues grunting] It's okay. Shh. Shh! [groaning] Duffy: Shh! Mike: [gurgling] Duffy: [exhales deeply] Duffy: [grunting] [gasping] [cell phone beeps] [dialing cell phone, beep] [gasps] [exhales deeply] [line rings] [breathing heavily] [line connects] Woman: 9-1-1. What is your emergency? Duffy: [breathing heavily] I'm not sure where to start. [exhales deeply] [door creaks] [music] Raylan: [clicks tongue] Nice hat. You take that off that dude at the diner? Boon: That one didn't appeal to me. Smelled like patchouli and scared hipster. No. I had this one made custom. And it cost me a pretty penny. Say you like it, though? Raylan: I do. It may be the only thing I like about you right about now. Now, get out of my way. I didn't come here to talk about hats. Boon: [inhales sharply] This is my favorite part. Don't you just love this part? Can hear a gddmn pin drop. Markham: Boon, let him back. Boon: Check my balls right now. Be purple, they're so blue. Raylan: You stay where I can see you. Markham: [laughs] Raylan: I'll be brief. I got a kid in my car who's nervous being this close to the Portal. Markham: I got no idea what you're talking about. Raylan: It's all right. Time comes, you and Earl both can tell it to the judge. The song he's singing about how his brother got dad ... enough to put you away for a good stretch. So, to that end, you are gonna leave off chasing after that money ... you, your shit-heel cop army, anybody else you got involved, and you are definitely gonna abandon any thoughts you got of causing harm to the lady stole it. Markham: You misread my intentions, deputy. I got no cause to engage in that kind of behavior, poison my own well when I'm just starting to feel like I'm... home at last, setting down roots with my lady friend. Raylan: Your lady friend? She and I have long ... for this county, son. County we grew up in. Screwed your only back then. Raylan: You don't know. Markham: Don't know what? Raylan: Mr. Markham, your lady friend is dad as of a half-hour ago. Went pretty badly, as I understand it, in the confines of a motor coach belonging to Wynn Duffy. All this... is on you. As you undertake your grieving, may that guide you, as you contemplate your next move. Gentlemen. [door opens, closes] Raylan: Hey, what you doing back there? You fall asleep? You trying to get me sht? Raylan: You think they're gonna sh*t you? Shit, maybe I should stand away. Earl: [huffs] I-I ... Do we have to do this right here? Raylan: I could haul him in for his thrat to you. You know that, right? Earl: Well, then I got to testify against him? Raylan: That is how the justice system works, yes. Earl: Well, the hell with that. That old prick klled my brother. I ain't about to be snitchin' from no witness stand when I could just as easily put a gddmn gn in his mouth later. Raylan: Hey, dumb-ass. Earl: What? Raylan: Talking that way, now I can take you in for the same shit. Earl: Well, so do it then. You're just about a stiff-neck little son of a bitch, ain't you? Earl: [sniffs] Yeah, I guess so. Raylan: Yeah. Yeah. [breathes sharply] Earl: So what now? What now? I drop you someplace, call you in as a pick-up for the locals, hope you don't end up in the same jail cell as you were before. Earl: No, no, wait, wait, now, shit. Or I could drop you off similarly, only call in the marshal service, put you in P.C., make sure he don't get anywhere near you. How's testifying sound to you now? Hmm? [sighs] He was my brother. He was my only brother. Raylan: I understand. Take your time. [inhales] [sighs] Earl: You know, you asked me earlier if I ever heard anything about what the plan was? Raylan: Mm-hmm. Earl: You know, after, with Boyd and Ava and the money. Raylan: And? Earl: Well, I never heard anything about that, but when they were trying to smuggle that Walker dude out, they ... they mentioned two things ... pig shit trucks, and Grubes. Somebody named Grubes. [knock on door] [music] Ava: [softly] Come on. [knock on door] [sighs, chuckles] Guess we wait till he comes back. Zachariah: In this cold? [chuckles] Come on in! Ava: [sighs] [door closes] Zachariah: Damn, what's that stink? Ava: Oh... [coughs, sighs] Zachariah: Grubes? Ava: Oh, no, no, no. No... [yelling] Nooo! [music] [cell phone vibrates, beeps] Raylan: Givens. Art: Tell me you're on your way in. Raylan: Yeah. You got a locator on the car. You'll find a kid in it I picked up. Used to work for Boyd. Just put him in P.C. and give him some good charges on Markham, we pull his head out of the d*ad long enough to do it. Art: Or you could honor the responsibility that comes with wearing that badge and bring him when you come back here right now like you were ordered. Raylan: No, I'm coming back when I get Boyd or Ava and the money, or all three. Art: [sighs] Are you sure you want to do this? Raylan: [sighs] I don't see as I got a choice. Do you? Art, you see where I got a choice? Art: You got 48 hours, Raylan. That's all I can give you. Raylan: 48 hours, bullshit. Who you got coming after me? Everybody? Art: You got too high an opinion of yourself. Of course, you always have. Everybody's out looking for Boyd. I'll be the one coming after you. [cell phone beeps]	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x11 - Fugitive Number One"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Mike: [grunting] Wynn: Aah! [gn] Mike: Aah! Wynn: Mikey! [crack] Katherine: [gasps] Raylan: Your ladyfriend is dad. Went pretty badly, as I understand it, in the confines of a motor coach belonging to Wynn Duffy. Boyd: Baby? [grunts] What disappoints you, Raylan Givens? The fact that you weren't the one who got to sh*t me? Where is she goin'? Boyd: Well, you wheel me outta here, I'll take you straight to her. [chuckles] That's funny. Boyd: Sooner or later, one way or the other, I'm gonna get out of here, and when I do, I'm gonna go get that money. Zachariah: Now, this Grubes guy we're going to see ... you sure he knows his way around? Ava: He knows the trails blindfolded. Boyd knows Grubes. Zachariah: Ah. Ava: If he's alive ... Zachariah: If he's alive, the marshals got him, and if he ain't, the more, the better. Grubes? [yelling] Ava: Nooo! Carl: How we gonna get you out past the nurses' stand without anybody noticing? Boyd: [sighs] It shouldn't be too hard with all the chaos. Carl: What chaos? [gn] Art: You got 48 hours, Raylan. Raylan: 48 hours, bullshit. Who you got coming after me? Everybody? Art: Everybody's out looking for Boyd. I'll be the one coming after you. <b>6x12 - Collateral</b> [car door chiming] [chiming stops] Boyd: Evening, sir. Where you headed tonight? Hagan: Headed home. Boyd: You got any kin waiting on you? Hagan: No, sir, I don't. Boyd: That won't be necessary. Hagan: Well... What can I do for you, officer? [gn cocks] Boyd: You can give me a ride. [music] [chiming] [chiming stops] Art: This the shitbag? Tim: It is. Art: Hello, shitbag. Tim: Him there's the good news. Art: I don't want to hear the bad news. Tim: No, sir, you do not. Art: Jesus Christ, Raylan. Raylan: [sighs] Cope: Don't suppose you remember my name. Raylan: I remember you had aim to throw me down a mine shaft. You're a long way from home, are you not? Cope: I am. Slurry pond fouled the spring. No water on the other side of the mountain. No water ... nothing to hunt. Well, I reckon it was hard to move on. Cope: Was. They'll take the mountaintop year's end, I heard. I'd have had to move on regardless. Wouldn't mind if you sat a spell. Raylan: I got urgent matters. My advice ... keep moving on. There's a fugitive at large hereabouts. Give my best to Cousin Mary if you see her. Cope: Unh-unh. She passed. Raylan: Condolences. Stand up. Tell 'em to come out, gn pointed at the ground. Cope: [whistles] Raylan: [sighs] If that ain't all of 'em, you're the first one who gets sht. Cope: That's all of 'em. Raylan: Lay your gn down. Every second I spend on your bullshit, the man I'm hunting gets further away. Now, tell 'em to do it before I lose my temper. Now, walk down that hill, and keep walking ... about an hour. He'll catch up with you soon if he don't do something stupid. Ava: No sign. [panting] [clinking] I bet they ran off after Grubes died. And I bet they starved to death. Zachariah: We got no guide, and you're worried about the horses? Ava: That's one bad omen on top of another. Zachariah: I ain't superstitious. Ava: Well, it doesn't take a damn ouija board to see that our plan is as dad as the man that used to live in that house. You'd notice if you weren't playing in the dirt! Zachariah: I'm digging a grave. Ava: For us? Huh? Uncle Zachariah, we gotta get out of here. Oh, is that the way it is? Leave the dad to bury their own? That's something you learned from Boyd, huh? Ava: You don't know me. You ... You want to be all high and mighty? Let's see how that saves your ass. Zachariah: I know you don't want to hear me preach, but I'm gonna tell you right now, there's six months' worth of food in that cabin, plenty of water, and a lot of firewood for the cold. Wait a minute. If that's your idea of a plan... Oh no, little girl. I like your idea... we just roam around these gddmn mountains not knowing what the hell we're doing, lost, hauling 300, 400, 500 pounds of money? Oh, you're real smart, girl. Ava: I can't keep this up. Zachariah: Yes, you can, and you will. 'Cause that's who we are, born in these godforsaken hollers in this gddmn broken-down world. We're survivors. Ava: Okay, you want to stay? We can stay. But we're gonna fight. Zachariah: Won't have to fight. After two weeks, they'll think we're somewhere over in Virginia. They'll just move that search on over there. Ava: I'm talking about Boyd. He knows this place. He will come. Zachariah: Boyd is dad. And if he ain't dad, he's in jail. We'll be safe here for a while. Grab that shovel and help me get this man in the ground. Cope: I don't see any badge. Are you still a federal? This guy you're chasing... he personal business? Raylan: You met him. You put me in a box with him. He's now a federal fugitive. Cope: So you should've let me kll him at the time, then, huh? Raylan: Thought has crossed my mind. Cope: So I'm right. Gotta be you, the one that does him. Had a coyote like that. Ate near 10 of my chickens... one every night. Dogs couldn't catch her, avoided the traps like she'd set 'em herself. You know, what I decided to do was ... Raylan: I don't care what you did. I need you to shut your mouth and get up that hill. Cope: You know, after we tangled, Cousin Mary told us all about you. Turns out, I remember your daddy. He's a son of a bitch. Raylan: You'll get no argument there. Cope: You know what he did? Raylan: Historically or on a specific day? Cope: He used us. Used our blood ties to your Mama to have us move his drugs up and down our mountain ... the way you're moving me right now. The way I see it, that makes you a son of a bitch, too. Raylan: Guilty as char... Cope: [grunts] Raylan: I let you go, you gonna get your people, come back after me? Cope: Got any good reason why I shouldn't? Raylan: With what purpose in mind? Cope: You saw 'em. They got nothing. They'll kll you for your boots. Raylan: Give me that. In a couple days, you're gonna come to Arlo Givens' place, he's in the book. I'm signing it over to you. Cope: Y-You're giving me your house? Raylan: He did you people dirt. This is payback. Been using that place as a bullshit excuse. I don't need the money from selling it. I need to find Boyd and get to Florida. Cope: [grunts] What's this? Raylan: A note... bequeathing the property to you... ...case I don't make it down. [music] [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Markham: I always scoffed at people talking to... loved ones who'd moved on. Seemed impractical to me. Can't hear you. They're gone. And I'm a practical man. Except when it comes to you, it seems. Revenge, Katherine. What did you in? Damn it, I told you I would get Duffy! Why didn't you trust me? For once, why couldn't you just do what you were told to do? I'll always love you, Katherine, but you need to know. I may be talking to a ghost, but I am still a practical man. I'd love to gut Wynn Duffy from nose to tail, but I have got to go and get my gddmn money. Wynn Duffy. Hey, you've got a damn good lawyer, Wynn, And I ought to know, because I'm a damn good lawyer. Wynn: I'll pass along the adulation. Are these the personal items from my motor coach? Vasquez: Yeah, I had to call in a lot of favors to get you transferred to federal custody. And now ... well, it seems now I got to let you go. Billie Jean King. Wynn: A pioneer. Vasquez: We took the liberty to freeze your bank accounts... Wynn: It's prescription. I have... sensitive gums. Vasquez: ...pending the results of the investigation. You're fully cleared, should be able to get most of your assets off ice. Oh, look at this. You are an eagle scout. Wynn: It belonged to a dear friend. Vasquez: Mm. 'Course, KSP's gonna want to keep your winnebago a bit longer, but if you want that, you can stick around for another week or two. Wynn: That they can have. Vasquez: Bad memories? Wynn: Raylan Givens, Boyd Crowder, and Avery Markham are soon to converge, Mr. Vasquez. Like the aligning of the planets if those planets carried gn and hated my guts. I don't ever plan on returning to Kentucky. May I? Vasquez: I just have one last question. You know, for me. Off the record. Wynn: Sounds sexy. Vasquez: You know, I have a-a stack of files this tall. Sits on my desk. It's got all kinds of witness interrogation and, um, surveillance records and info from snitches about who klled Simon Poole 14 years ago. And it all adds up to... jack shit. So I just want to know, between you and me, who really did it? Who klled my boss? Wynn: Between you and me, Mr. Vasquez, I really and truly don't know. Woman: Air unit East to Evarts. Possible fugitive sighting. Please confirm. Over. Man: Copy. Which fugitive? Over. Woman: Uh, Boyd Crowder ... possibly in police uniform. Considered armed. Stolen police vehicle recovered. Possible hostage situation. Zachariah: God damn. [Ava chuckles nervously] Oh, god... Of course. Of course! [laughing] Zachariah: What the hell you laughing about? Ava: It's a joke. Don't you get it? We're dad! Zachariah: No, we got to do something. Ava: We're gonna run. Hell yeah! Let's run! You know your way around this gddmn mountain, little girl? 'Cause I sure as hell don't. Ava: Forget about the mountain. We got to go back down! We got to ... we got to ... I don't know ... find one of them abandoned houses and ... and hide out. Zachariah: Federals kicking in every gddmn door, dogs running around, sniffing around, they'd find us in no time. Ava: You got a better idea? Else we're dad. Zachariah: Yeah, I got an idea. We're gonna sit right here, we're gonna wait. And when he shows up, we're gonna kll him. The end. Ava: That's not gonna be our end. 'Cause staying here is su1c1de. Boyd: I'm gonna need you for a little while longer. I'd rather take your time than take your truck. Hagan: You can have her. Boyd: Yeah, well, I don't want her. I'm just looking to get from point "A" to point "B." Look, Mr. Crowder, I done helped you out. I gave you my son's clothes. Boyd: You know my name. You know what I done. God damn right I know your name. And which time you talking about? Well, I do have a rather long résumé. Hagan: Yes, sir. They put out your greatest hits, it'd be a double album. Boyd: Shit. Double live, man, from Japan. Hagan: Hell yeah. All kller, no filler. Boyd: [laughs] Hagan: Konnichiwa, bitches. Shit. You nearest thing we got to Billy the Kid around here. Boyd: Well, I don't know about all that. Hagan: Shit, son, you're smart. Articulate, strong. The way you look, the way you talk, ain't nobody expect nothing from you. Then you unleash, and they cannot deny. [clicks tongue] It ain't too much to call you a hero. Well, if you insist. Hagan: Go on. Be proud to give the outlaw Boyd Crowder my truck. [keys jingle] Boyd: Thing is, they're looking for me. They ain't looking for you. So I'm gonna need you to drive. Derrick: Man, this sucks. Loretta: I ain't paying you to whine. Derrick: Yeah? And I didn't come for the money. Well [chuckles]... not just the money. Loretta: Look, I got people maybe out to kll me, Derrick. You came just to get back together, you're a damn fool. Derrick: Loretta... [clank] ...why you got to be talking ... [man groans] Got him. Loretta: Hold up. I can't see. Derrick: Here, let me look. [door opens] Boon: Hey, Loretta. I been looking everywhere for you. You know, one way in and out of this place ... I snap one of your traps, and you both take your eyes off the door? You're a smart girl, but I got a thing or two to teach you yet. I reckon I could see you both better if you stepped out this way. Yes, you, son. Come on, now. Giddyup. [clicks tongue] Now, how about you put down them toys? I'm not here to start a ruckus. Who the hell are you? Derrick: Just her boyfriend. Boon: Oh, yeah? You want to save your girlfriend? Loretta: He ain't my boyfriend. Boon: Loretta, girl, a boy doesn't become a man until he can make his own decisions. You want to raise up that gn, try and sht me? Or you afraid I'm too fast? [gn cocks] I am, by the way. [gn clicks] Good news ... Jenny here, you got to leave her fring chamber empty, avoid an accidental discharge. Bad news ... her chamber's full of promise now. How about we try that again, huh? You not having to clear that holster, boy, that fast approaches a fair... [gn] [thud] Derrick: [groaning and panting] Boon: Aw, shit. He's still kicking. Derrick: [coughs] Boon: That's the risk you run going for a head sht, Loretta. Derrick: [crying] Boon: Well, I figure... you never know when one of these pussies are wearing kevlar, right? Always go for the brain. Best bet. Derrick: [panting] [coughing] [groaning] Boon: Don't worry. I'll forgive you. Vasquez: Where is she? Where's Art? Who's running this shit show? Where is everybody? Nelson: Gee, I don't know. The manhunts? Plural? Vasquez: And they left you to what? Do your nails? Nelson: Well, if it's any of your business, Vasquez, I'm coordinating. Vasquez: Oh, well, that's fantastic. Maybe you can coordinate an explanation for this bullshit bulletin. Nelson: Chief called it in. Looks pretty serious. Vasquez: You were saying? Nelson: Having a bad day, David? Vasquez: Yeah. Nelson: Hey, Tim, maybe you can help out ... Tim: Dude, I just came in. Nelson: He's asking about the bulletin. Tim: [sighs] Well... when a marshal's life is in danger, we put out a bulletin saying so. Hoping a fellow L.E.O. will bring him into protective custody. Vasquez: You think I don't know that Givens has gone rogue and that you're closing ranks to avoid a P.R. nightmare? You and everybody in this office is gonna be writing thank-you notes to Art Mullen from the federal penitentiary. Tim: Your attitude is not helpful. Vasquez: Open your ears! Tim: So negative. We're not talking about a write-up. Everybody in here is an accessory to ... to a $10 million heist! Aiding and abetting a fugitive! Vasquez: Never mind. There's no point. [dialing] Vasquez: Get me S.A.C., uh, Les Levay at the FBI. Art: Mullen. Tim: Oh, hey, Art. What's up? Art: Hold on. You're breaking up. See if I can get a signal. Uh, say that again. Tim: Oh, hey, Art. What's up? Art: Oh, you know, scouring the countryside for a dumbass. You? Tim: Well, I just had Vasquez pissing in my ear about the bulletin. So, it looks like we can't keep the whole "Raylan Givens gone rogue" thing in-house. Art: Well, he sniffed that out sooner than I'd thought. I think he just trashed Nelson's desk, too. Art: Well, how'd you leave it? Tim: Well, he's on the phone now. Vasquez: Yeah, I'm gonna need a bolo issued for Raylan Givens. Tim: Fact, I just heard him tell the FBI ballsack to issue a bolo. Art: Well, shit! Tim: Wait one. Vasquez: The plan is as soon as I get him, I'm gonna indict him. Tim: I just heard him say he wants Raylan indicted. Art: Double shit. Bob: Raylan, if you get this, just letting you know I heard the FBI bolo for you on the scanner. I know you're in trouble, and I'm ... I'm on my way. [garage door squeaking] [gasps] Raylan, d-d-did you steal my Crown Vic? D... Shit! [sighs] [music] [grunts] All right, where are you? Aw, there you are. I'm coming for you, Raylan. [music] Raylan: You ain't Boyd. Zachariah: Neither are you. Appreciate you not sh*ting me. Raylan: Likewise. Zachariah: Seen the crown of your hat through the window. Boyd don't wear no hat. Raylan: Where's Ava? Ava: [panting] If you get this, call this number. [panting] You better make it fast, though. I'm running out of time. [panting] Wynn: I need a vehicle, a gn, and two passports. I want the vehicle to have a compartment, well-hidden, and I mean top-shelf hidden, not some 20-year-old Astro with a false bottom. Lorna: How much space you need? Wynn: Enough room for two or three very large duffel bags. Lorna: Your guy coming, too? Wynn: No, Mikey's not gonna make it. You know what'd be great? One of those dog-grooming vans. Mobile dog groomers use them. Lorna: We can paint one up like that, sure. Wynn: No. A used one. Lorna: It's not easy. [sighs] Wynn: By tomorrow. Triple what you paid last time. Wynn: Fine. Lorna: Up front. Wynn: [sighs] Keep the change. Lorna: Anything else? Wynn: Yeah, actually... a topographical map of Harlan County would be great. Raylan: Do you not see how we want the same thing? Zachariah: That may be true. But if Boyd ain't been here yet, why you going off looking for Ava? Why don't you just stay here, and we'll take that son of a bitch together? Raylan: We don't know for sure if he's coming. He's only coming if he thinks she's here! Zachariah: And he does think she's here! Raylan: But if he don't, if he somehow gets wind of her... before I get to him. I hear what you're saying, but I'm sticking here for the fight. Raylan: Well, I'm taking the fight to him. Now, where is she? Zachariah: I don't know. Maybe she slipped through cranks gap by now. She might be halfway to Jonesville ... maybe Ewing. I don't know. Who she knows in Virginia? Did you set her up? I don't know nobody in Virginia. I don't know where she is, and she didn't tell me. So I can't spill my guts in case you plan on roughing me up again. Raylan: You're a waste of space. You're of no help. Zachariah: Let me tell you something, you son of a bitch! You ain't no better than Boyd! God damn you! The way the two you just scrambled that poor girl's brains! Pull her this way and that way. You used her, god damn you! Ain't no wonder why she burnt the two of you and lit out on her own. Raylan: I'm trying to protect her. Zachariah: Yeah, that may be part of the story, but I bet that ain't the whole gddmn story. Raylan: Yeah, you're gddmn right. Where's the money? Zachariah: [scoffs] Raylan: Where is it? It ain't here. It had to weigh a ton. No way she drug it up and over. She went down. Zachariah: She's gone. Raylan: Not as long as I'm looking. Ava: [panting] [grunts] Oh, god. Bob: Ava Crowder... Ava: Aah! Bob: Step away from the car. Ava: [panting] Bob: Step away from my Crown Vic. Take that backpack off. Slow. Ava: [breathing heavily] Bob: And, hey, don't reach in. No, put it on the ground! On the ground! Ava, don't test me. All right, now get down on your knees. On your knees. [sighs] Sorry if that ... that sounds untoward. Holy shit! Holy shit. Where ... Where's Raylan? Ava: I don't know. Bob: Did you kll him? Ava: What? No! Bob: Ava, you're a fugitive from the law. I know you sht your fiancé and I know that Raylan took my Crown Vic. And I tracked it up here. Now, for the last time ... Ava: The answer to the question is "no!" I ain't even seen him. Bob: I hope for your sake, and for the sake of the Commonwealth of Kentucky that you are telling the truth. Now... lace your fingers behind your head. Behind your head! Okay. Let's get up slowly. Come on. There you go. Walk this way with me. And I'm quick with this gn, case you're getting squirrely. You got that? Ava: Bob, you know there's a lot more money where that came from, don't you? I mean ... Bob: I'm gonna take mercy on you. I'm not gonna "attempting to bribe an officer of the law" to your long list of offenses. And before you try to seduce me, just know it's been tried before. All right, now, get yourself in the Gremlin there. Open the door. Open the door. All right. Sit yourself down. And when Raylan comes back with my keys, we're gonna make the change, and it's nice in there. I got an air freshener smells like a mocha latte. [engine shuts off] Ava: You hear that? Bob: Uh, no, I di... Yes, I did. Ava: It's Boyd. Bob: Ava, that could be anybody, okay? I want you to calm down, all right? Just calm down. Just sit down for a sec. Ava: Listen to me. Please. He's gonna kll us! Hagan: Cold out here. Can feel it. Boyd: Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. [exhales slowly] Hagan: I appreciate the lie, Mr. Crowder. But we both know what you was thinking. Loose end and all. Boyd: You know my mind? Now, maybe I was gonna take your keys, let you walk. Hagan: [scoffs] So you could sh*t me in the back? You're gonna have to look me in the eye, you pull that trigger. Nah, I knew the minute you stepped in my cab I was gonna be staring down the black hole of your gn ... cut me down like the plague you are. Boyd: Well, I got to say, you did do a pretty good job ... all that smoke you were blwing up my ass. Hagan: Ain't no smoke. But I will say this. Stories of outlaw legends, they ain't passed down by the families of the mrder. Well, I don't give a shit about "the Ballad of Boyd Crowder." I'll be dad and gone when that song gets sung. [exhales slowly] Hagan: Old boy by the name of Hut McKean mean anything to you? Boyd: Let me guess ... I klled him, my men klled him, my dope klled him, or my daddy klled him? Next thing that comes out of your mouth is, "how do you sleep at night, Boyd Crowder?" Well, do you know how? 'Cause I know who I am. Do you? You're a slve, disenfranchised ... don't even know it. You drive your shitty truck to your shitty house, live out your shitty life. You think you're better than me 'cause you play by the rules? Whose rules? My life is my own. Hagan: You ain't even heard a word I said. Boyd: I don't give a shit about what you said. I'm an outlaw. [gn] Bob: Stay here. Don't make any noise. Ava: No! No, no! Bob! Bob! You can't leave me here like this! [sighs] [gn] [gasps] [grunting] [grunts] [breathing heavily] [music] Raylan: [panting] [gn] Boyd: Ah. Aah. God damn, Raylan! How you know I wasn't some boy scout looking for his tent?! Raylan: Your teeth glow in the dark. Boyd: You sht unprovoked. How am I supposed to take that? Raylan: As me aiming to kll you. Boyd: [breathing heavily] Well, it's only getting colder. So what say the next time the moon peeks out from behind those clouds, we show it down? Raylan: Now you're talking. Boyd: Only problem is, Raylan, I don't know where you are. Raylan: I don't know where I'm either. Boyd: Why you want to kll me so bad, Raylan? You don't even know why. "Boyd Crowder must die!" That's just the lie you tell yourself, wanting to win. Raylan: You are the world-conquering emperor of lies, the biggest reserved for yourself. Boyd: Just say it, Raylan. "I want to win!" Raylan: [chuckles] How about, "I want the money"? Shit. You want to kll her, Boyd. You want to kll the woman who stole your money, sht you, and left you for dad. Boyd: You don't know what's in my heart. Raylan: What heart? Boyd: You don't know what's in your own heart. You've given up everything you are so that you could mrder me. Raylan: I cross the line with my eyes wide open. Boyd: [grunts] Well, whose eyes you gonna see when you kll me, Raylan? Your daddy's? Raylan: Not anymore. Boyd: Your baby girl's? Imagine the look on her face the day she realizes, "my daddy spent his whole life trying to walk the line and failed." Raylan: She'll live her life the way everybody does ... on her own. Boyd: Are you sure you don't want me to kll you, Raylan, keep you a hero? That makes for a hell of a bedtime story. [grunts] Raylan: This is the only story here tonight. [shout in distance] Help! Boyd: You don't think that's Bob, do you? Raylan: Why would that be Bob? Boyd: Well, I sht him a couple times down at the trail head. I think he might still be alive. You ought to go run down there and see if you can't help him. Raylan: Bob can take care of himself. Boyd: Well, hell, Raylan. Then I have already won. [siren wailing] [tires screech] Crosley: Stop! [gn] Ava: Aah! [breathing shakily] Crosley: Get down on the ground. Ava: All right, all right, all right! Crosley: Get on the ground! Birch: Holy shit! There's a shitload of money in here. Ava: You take me in, you're gonna have to hand that over. You let me go, you can have it. Crosley: [chuckles] I do not know what Mr. Markham has got planned for you... Ava: Wait. ...but I don't want him to do it to me. Ava: Markham? You're taking me to see Markham? Crosley: Get up. [grunts] Get up, you pssy. [car door closes] [car alarm chirps] Markham: What the hell is this? Boon: Yeah, he tried to pull on me. Markham: You just gonna let him lay there and bleed? Boon: Was I supposed to take him to the hospital? Markham: Hope he wasn't someone dear to you. Loretta: Just someone I paid to watch my back. Markham: Money not well spent, I'd say. Loretta: Well, slim pickings, way you're running roughshod over this county. Markham: Trying to flatter me, girl? Loretta: Just wondering what you want from me is all. Reason I had Boon come looking for you is Ava Crowder stole my money. Stole it from the man who stole it from me. That man being your new business partner Boyd. Loretta: This is the first I'm hearing of it. Markham: I was thinking the two of you being so close, you might have some idea where Ava ran off to. Even entered my mind that maybe you two ladies conspired together. Loretta: Like I said, first I'm hearing about it. Markham: I believe you. Couple of deputies I became friends with called me on the way over. They picked up Ava Crowder. Bringing her to me directly. Loretta: Suppose you won't be needing me anymore, then. Markham: If that's the case, I'll just kll you right now. But I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to change my mind. Tell me why I shouldn't kll you, Loretta McCready. Loretta: You can kll me. Go right ahead. Buy all this land I've acquired at auction like you have with others. But bear in mind the time that may take and the unexpected costs it may incur. What I can offer you at this juncture is a partnership. Immediate access not only to my land, but also my growing expertise. Sure, you've got boys like Boon over here know plenty about watching over land, but none of them were raised around these buds like I was. Add to that my ties to Harlan County. Say weed don't get legalized like we think. Well... I can tell you who among those criminal elements you can trust. A partnership with me will tell those same folks that they can trust you. Markham: First time I saw you, I liked you. Didn't much care for what you did at the Pizza Portal, but I saw something in you reminded me of Katherine little bit. More than that, reminded me of Mags Bennett. I could use a Harlan girl in my fold. Besides, I think old Boon here is sweet on you. Raylan: Bob? Oh, jeez... Bob: Raylan. Raylan. [muttering] [grunts] Raylan: Jesus Christ, Bob. [grunts] Bob: Just keep applying pressure, Raylan. Keep ... Raylan: I know, Bob. ... to the point of impact to stanch the flow of blood. Raylan: Hey, just keep that pad pressed up against your gut, Bob. Bob: I am, okay? I just... [stammers] Just ask me anything ... trivia. "W-What ... What was Indiana Jones' archenemy?" Just ask me. Ask me. Raylan: Bob, just breathe, buddy. Just breathe. Bob. Bob! Raylan: Shit. [cellphone beeps, ringing] I got an officer sht. At least two in him... gut and shoulder. Bob: The monkey's dad. Don't eat the ... Raylan: Hang in there, Bob. Bob: They call him Belosh. Raylan: A-A-And link up to U.S. Marshals' task force. Tell 'em I know where Boyd Crowder is. [insects chirping] [leaves rustle] [footsteps approaching] [gn] [gn] Zachariah: [grunts] Son of a bitch! You gddmn ... Boyd: Where is she? Zachariah: She ain't here! Boyd: Ava? [laughs] Ava?! Zachariah: Boyd Crowder.[/i] Bo Crowder. Bowman Crowder. Y'all part of the same big, old pile of shit! Like to bat on the weak ones, don't you, you son of a bitch? [grunts] Boyd: I know you think you're protecting her, but you ain't. Now, you want to protect her? You need to get me to that money before I get to her. Zachariah: I'd sooner die than give you anything you want. But I do got something for you you don't want. Go to hell, Crowder. Boyd: [grunts] [grunts] [panting] [tires screech] [engine shuts off] [music] [police radio chatter] Raylan: Come on. Let's go. Bob: [grunts] Raylan: [grunts] Okay. Lappicola: Raylan Givens? Raylan: I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said "no."	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x12 - Collateral"}	foreverdreaming
Previously on "Justified"... Markham: Ava Crowder stole my money. Stole it from the man who stole it from me. That man being your new business partner, Boyd. Stiles: Let's go. All right, now you're gonna have to make this look good. How about you ht me? [grunts] Carl: That look good enough to you, you son of a bitch? [gn] Zachariah: [grunts] Boyd: Where is she? Zachariah: She ain't here! Boyd: Ava? You need to get me to that money before I get to her. Zachariah: I'd sooner die than give you anything you want. [siren wailing] Ava: There's a million dollars in there! You let me go, you can have it. Crosley: I do not know what Mr. Markham has got planned for you, but I don't want him to do it to me. Tim: Looks like we can't keep the whole "Raylan Givens gone rogue" thing in-house. Vasquez: I'm gonna need a bolo issued for Raylan Givens. Tim: I just heard him tell the FBI ballsack to issue a bolo. Art: Well, shit. Lappicola: Raylan Givens? <b>6x13 - "Promise"</b> [police radio chatter] Raylan: You're making a mistake. Lappicola: You know how many guys have said that to me when I put the cuffs on 'em? Raylan: About the same amount that have said it to me. Lappicola: [sighs] Guess you think reminding me you're a fellow lawman's gonna draw you some water. Fact is, you having that badge to hide behind just makes it worse. Watch your head. [clattering] [music] Markham: [scoffs] Where's the rest of it? Have a seat. Ava, you remember the first day I laid eyes on you? Told you that for a woman to survive in this line, she had to be tougher than the men? Hell, any woman who kills her husband and puts a bllet in her new fiancé... [laughs] my compliments on your grit. I'd say you had a bright future... assuming you have a future. Your man Boyd stole my money, and you stole it from him. Were you just gonna give it back to me? Ava: It's up the mountain. Little cabin there ... belongs to a fella called Grubes. It's buried on his property. That mountain's crawling with federals. Markham: How'd you get the money up there? Ava: I dragged it on a sled. Markham: All by your lonesome? [music] I'm gonna ask you just one time. Ava. Who helped you? Ava: My uncle. But he didn't have any part in the taking. He just didn't want to see me dad. Markham: Is your uncle still up there? Ava: [sighs] [title music] ♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪ Tim: All right, for those of you just joining us, we have one male and one female suspect. You should have mug shts on your phones. It's multiple agencies, so all communications will be on the common frequency. Rachel: We've got air support covering the mountain from the back, but anyone gets a visual, call it in and the choppers will maneuver to that area. Tim: All right? All right, gentlemen. That's it. Let's move it. [helicopter blades whirring] Costanzo: Marshal. Something here you're gonna want to see. Dog team on Ava tracked her scent to Tates Creek bridge, half a mile away, then it ran out. Well, maybe she got a ride. Rachel: Or maybe she went into the creek. Tim: What's that? Costanzo: Well, I don't know. But apparently the dogs went apeshit when they ht on it. Either of you know if it's hers? Radio dispatcher: All units, be advised ... K-9 team found an animal-tooth necklace at the Tates Creek bridge that may belong to female fugitive. Raylan: Ask if the necklace is gator ... alligator. Lappicola: Sit back from the partition. Raylan: Please. Lappicola: Dispatch, unit 17. That necklace ... any chance the teeth on it came from an alligator? Over. Radio dispatcher: Unit 17, all we'll say at this time is that the teeth are about an inch long and sharper than shit. Over. Lappicola: Understood, dispatch. 17 out. Raylan: Okay. Listen to me. Lappicola: You listen to me. This is the second time I'm telling you to sit back. ain't gonna be a third, so you keep your ass planted, your mouth shut or you're gonna ride the rest of the way in the trunk. We clear? Raylan: Yeah. [car door closes] Art: I'll take it from here. Lappicola: Excuse me? Art: Your prisoner. Lappicola: This fella's on an FBI bolo. Art: I know. I'd like to be the one to take him in. Lappicola: Uh, not that your likes aren't at the top of my priorities, but until those creds say "FBI," I believe I'll hold on to him. Art: Well, you're right. They don't say "FBI." But they do say "chief deputy," Officer Lappicola, so you can either change your attitude right quick or I'll tear you a new asshle that you can carry a watermelon in. Lappicola: Look, chief, if it was up to me, you could take him right now. Art: Well, who's it up to, then? Lieutenant Mathis is the duty officer. Art: Well, lead the way. Let's go see him. Boyd: [panting, grunting] [shovel clacks] [breathlessly] Come on. Come on. [screams] Aah. [laughs] [distant telephone ringing] [breathing heavily] [grunts] [ringing continues] Ava: Uncle Zachariah? Uncle Zachariah? Boyd: He can't get to the phone right now. Ava: Thank god you're... okay. I was worried Boyd might've gotten to you, put a bllet in you. Boyd: He did. But believe me, it was meant for you. Ava: Uncle Zachariah, I got some bad news. Mr. Markham has hold of me at the old Bennett drying shed. He doesn't get his money back, he's gonna kll me. Boyd: Tell me why I should give a shit. Ava: I told him you and me are the only two living souls know where that money's hid. Without one of us alive, nobody'll ever find it. Boyd: That's the only reason I ain't hung up yet. Ava: So, you on your way? Boyd: You tell him to send an unarmed man, meet me at Compass rock... Ava: Compass rock. Boyd: ...two miles East the trailhead. [sighs] Markham: Compass rock? Birch: We know where that is. Markham: Good. You can draw Boon a map. Boon: No need. I'll take my girl along. Crosley: You don't trust us? Markham: I don't trust anybody. Not anymore. Except Boon here. Make sure that old man's got my money ... all of it. Boon: Yes, sir. Markham: Then kll him. Art: I told you I'd get you. Raylan: KSP found Dewey's necklace. But no Ava. Which means Markham's probably gonna get to her, sweat her into giving up his money, then sweat her some more for taking it in the first place. And now Boyd's at large, too. Yet you're still gonna take us both off the board while driving me back to Lexington for some bullshit that you know ain't true! [tires screech] [music] There, you dumb son of a bitch. [sighs] All right. Where do we start looking for her? [indistinct shouting] [helicopter approaches] Tim: Clear! Rachel: Clear. Boyd: [breathing heavily] Rachel: We've got one body in a shallow grave. Tim: Another went boom outside the door. Rachel: And neither one of them's Crowder. Costanzo: We got a runner! [gn] Tim: Boyd Crowder! Boyd: [groaning] [dogs barking in distance] [barking continues] Boyd: [panting] [helicopter blades whirring] [fuse sizzles] Tim: Go, go, go, go! [fuse sizzles] Man: Get down! [explsin] ♪ voodoo woman put a spell on me ♪ ♪ rattle my chains, but I'll never be free ♪ Raylan: That gash on your forehead must make you deputy Stiles. Stiles: Uh, is that supposed to be a question? [chuckles] Leon: Sorry, fellas. You want to drink in here, you need a badge or a pair of tits. Raylan: [clicks tongue] Art... show 'em your tits. Art: Let's start with the badges. Leon: Sure, you can stay, long as you check your gn. Art: Say what? Leon: Few years back, we had a couple of guys get loaded, open up on their fellow officers. Art: Mnh. Leon: Since then, I've been having everybody check their sidearms at the door. Raylan: You got a bunch of Eastern-Kentucky lawmen to give up their gn? Leon: Nice thing about running a bar in a mostly dry county ... long as you don't water down the booze too much, your customers will put up with anything. Plus, I'm known for what you'd call my "powers of persuasion." Raylan: Is that a Henry Aaron? I wouldn't know. Never cared much for baseball. Art: Me neither. You know, the only sport I ever cared about was target sht'. Now, I know there's not that much benefit exercise-wise, but it will keep you from getting concussed. Raylan: You know who could tell us a little bit about that feeling? Deputy Stiles. Styles: Aah! Jesus Christ. Raylan: Smarts, huh? Stiles: God damn it. Raylan: Yeah, the doctor said you might be sensitive to light and sound. Where's Markham? I don't know what you're talking about. God damn it! [groans] Art: Look, we don't have a lot of time here, all right? We know you let Carl into Boyd's room, so you know where Markham's got Ava Crowder. Raylan: You are going to tell us where he is, and you ain't gonna tip him off. If you do, we will come back here, and we'll bring a jackhammer. [Cellphone vibrates] If he's at the Bennett shed, it means that Loretta is either partnered up with him, or ... Art: Let's cross that bridge when we come to it. Mullen. What? [sighs] Anybody hurt? All right. Just sit tight. I'll be right there. Crowder started throwing dynamite. [chuckles] Jesus Christ. Art: Rachel's set up a perimeter and pulled everybody back, but nobody has eyes on Boyd. I'm gonna have to get up there before it turns into ruby ridge. You take the truck. I'll have Nelson come and get me. Hey, and, Raylan, no matter what you find at the drying shed, whatever they've done to Ava or Loretta, you... [sighs] Raylan: I understand. Markham: What do you mean, he's not at Compass rock? Boon: No, sir, Mr. Markham. Markham: Son of a bitch! Crosley: This is bullshit. He should have been here by now. Markham: I don't pay you to talk, son. You know, it's occurred to me, you sittin' here waitin', that you're one of the few people that knew Katherine played me. Maybe you think you can do the same and I won't realize till it's too late. Ava: Zachariah is an old man. He's got to haul all that cash and avoid the cops. That's gonna take some time. I know you've had a lot of violent men in your life, so this ain't the first time you've had a gn pointed at you. You ever had one stuck up under your chin... Ava: [grunts] Markham: ...felt that steel against your neck? Gonna make a big mess of your beautiful head, Ava. I want you to tell me what exactly was said on the other side of that phone call. And I want you to tell me where you and your uncle buried my gddmn money! What?! [chair scrapes] Boyd: Ah. Keep those gn hands where I can see 'em, lest I be forced to send this corrupt little piggy to the morgue. Markham: I suppose this means uncle is dad and you don't have my cash. Boyd: For a bona fide stoner, you awful quick. Ava? Markham: Don't you move. Last time you took a hostage to force my hand, you chose wisely. This time, not so much. Boyd: Oh, you think I'm bluffin'? Markham: You think I am, hillbilly? [grunting] [groans] Crosley: [groans] [gn clatters] Boyd: I wouldn't do that. Look at me. Look... at me. Boyd: gddmn, Raylan! Your timing sucks! Raylan: So I've been told. Boyd: I'd ask you the number for a couples' therapist, Raylan, but I don't think you're any better at this than I am. Raylan: I don't suppose that's your blood on you, there. Boyd: That please you? Somebody show up, do your dirty work for you? Raylan: Well, Boyd, I don't care how it gets done as long as it gets done. Boyd: Well, I guess in that case, you ought to pick up where we left off in the woods, Raylan. Raylan: There is another way. Boyd: What's that? I pull, you put me down? Raylan: Either way, I am gonna put you down. Boyd: Well, Raylan, here's the problem. See... I don't have any more bllts in my gn. Raylan: Try that one. Ava, now would be a good time to get out of the way. Boyd: Raylan, you mind if I ask Ava a question before we do this? Raylan: Knock yourself out. Boyd: Why? We had the money. We were home free. Ava: Honestly, Boyd... ? I put myself in your shoes. I did what I thought you would do. Boyd: I ain't doin' it, Raylan. Yeah, you are. Boyd: No, I ain't. You are gonna raise that gn, and we are gonna end this. Ava: Raylan! Raylan: You stay out of this. Boyd: I ain't gonna pull on you, Raylan. So you go and do whatever it is you're meant to do. 'Course, someday, I am gonna get out. And when I do, I'm gonna kll her, Raylan. And then I'm gonna come and I'm gonna kll you. So what's it gonna be, Raylan? [helicopter blades whirring] [police radio chatter] [car door closes] Tim: The boys out at Compass rock haven't found Boon and the girl, but they'll keep looking. Someone's gonna have to drive him. Raylan: Probably shouldn't be me. Tim: You want to rock-paper-scissors? Rachel: I'll take him. You follow. Tim: Done. Art: Looky here. Raylan: You shouldn't have. Art: Found it in the barn. asked Ava if that was all of it, but she didn't seem to be in a talking mood. Raylan: Well, it's a long way to Lexington. I'll see what I can do. Art: And if Ava knows where the rest of it is and tries to use it as leverage? Raylan: What, you don't trust me? Ava: You know I'll never make it inside. I can tell you where the rest of the money is ... almost $9 million, Raylan. Raylan: You trying to bribe a federal officer now? Ava: I'm just wonderin' if there's still a deal to be made. Raylan: No. No deals. No outs. I'm sorry, Ava. Ava: Why didn't you just kll him? You heard him. You know there ain't a cell can keep him. What's it prove, letting him live? Raylan: Maybe nothing. [Darrell Scott's "You'll never leave Harlan alive" plays] ♪ In the deep, dark hills of Eastern Kentucky ♪ ♪ that's the place where I trace my bloodline ♪ ♪ and it's there I read on a hillside gravestone ♪ ♪ "you will never leave Harlan alive" ♪ [tires screeching] Raylan: Stay down. [car door closes] [music] Boon: I'm sorry about all that, marshal. But I pulled up to the barn just in time to watch you two pull away. Seemed like maybes youse was gonna leave without saying goodbye. Raylan: No. We had every intention of finding you. Boon: [sighs] Guess I saved you the trouble, then. [gn clatters] [tires squeal] Raylan: God damn it! Raylan: [sighs] Art: When's your flight? Oh, a couple hours. Art: Well, I wish I could drive you. You're not gonna get all sentimental on me, are you? Raylan: [chuckles] I was just thinking. Ava's still out there. Maybe I should stay a couple days, help run her to ground. Art: She's not gonna get far, running without money. Raylan: $9 million in those hills still unaccounted for. Art: You really think she's gonna be able to find that? Place is crawling with L.E.O.s. Raylan: It's just... something feels somehow incomplete. [sighs] Art: I asked you, "come to Kentucky and help us get Boyd Crowder." Now, it took a little longer than I originally anticipated, but you did it. You got Boyd Crowder. And you got him right. You tell Winona I said hey. I still don't know what she sees in you. Raylan: It'd be weird if you did. Art: Hold up! [sighs] Raylan: [sighs] [bottle thuds] Nelson: Got the Seattle chief on the line. Art: Well, where's Rachel? Nelson: She'll be here in two. [glass clink] Mm. [glass thuds] Nelson: Gonna miss you, Raylan. Raylan: No, you won't. Tim: You can mail it back from Miami. Raylan: Well, I hope you get someone at this desk that's less of a pain in the ass. Tim: Not likely there's someone who's more of a pain in the ass. I just hope it's someone who can keep up. [drawer closes] Tim: You read that a bunch, or you buy it used? Raylan: If I say I've read it 10 times, I'm low. [sighs] Tim: Still want my bag back. Rachel: Nice hat. I tried it on, and it fit. [sighs] Nelson: You gonna read that book, Tim? Tim: [scoffs] No, Nelson, I'm gonna eat it. Nelson: I read fast. Have it back to you tomorrow. Tim: Keep talking, I'm gonna throw this stapler at you. Nelson: You know, I think I saw... Raylan: [sighs] FOUR YEARS LATER... Raylan: Worst possible flavor. Willa: How bad? Raylan: So bad, I wouldn't eat it. Willa: [chuckles] Fish guts! Sounds delicious. Willa: Sand ... from a playground. Raylan: Close. Very close. But no. Willa: That a dog pooped in. Raylan: [laughing] Oh! That's a good one. We have a winner. [laughs] Yeah. Tell your mom I gave you that for reciting the alphabet. Willa: Can I go play now? Raylan: Sure. [sighs] Winona: So much for the kale salad. Calcium is very important for young bones. Winona: Yeah, that's why I give her kale... jerk. Oh, thank you. They got the model right when they made her at the factory. Willa: Mom, Dad, gave me a dollar for saying the alphabet! Winona: Wow! You'll thank me when she gets a gold star. Willa: Can Daddy come for dinner? Would you like to join us? Richard's parents are in town, so he's been cooking up a storm. Raylan: Oh, I should take a rain check. Sutter called as if the office was on fre. No telling how long it'll take me to put it out. Hey, Richard. Richard: Raylan. Willa: Richard, my Daddy and I found a baby frog. Can we take it home? [chuckles] Sure, punk. Y-You found a name yet? Willa: Not yet. Richard: Hmm? Okay. We can do it in the car. Nana and grandpa are coming over. Want to say goodbye? Willa: Goodbye, Daddy. Raylan: Bye, Willa. Ah. Frogs are her new passion. Afraid I'm going to find one in her bed instead of Mr. Bear one of these nights. Raylan: Why does he call her "punk"? Winona: Oh, don't start. Raylan: I could explain what I do for a living. I run into punks all day. Winona: It's short for "punkin," Raylan. Raylan: Nonetheless, it has other connotations. Winona: Oh, my god. You're the most stubborn man I have ever known. Raylan: Beats angry. You know, you gave her a dollar for reciting the alphabet, which is something she's been doing since April. I love the way she says "W." [laughing] Oh, man. She really knows how to play you. Raylan: Mm. Winona: Can you pick her up on Wednesday after school? I can and I will. Winona: See you then. [music] Raylan: [sighs] [sniffs] We get a line on Brancato? Sutter: Nah. Still watching the mother. Raylan: What, then? Sutter: Bennett has food poisoning, so you're gonna transport a prisoner to Glades. Raylan: You can't do it because...? Sutter: I'm on the Brancato hunt. Raylan: You're a dick. [chuckles] A dick that doesn't have to drive to Glades! [laughs] Sutter: Right, Charlie? [music] Ava: [sighs] Raylan: You ain't gonna invite me in? Ava: All I got's water and... water. No Coca Cola or RC? Raylan: Coffee? I have a hard time sleepin' as it is. Raylan: I imagine. Ava: I would invite you in, but the place is a mess. 'Sides, I want to enjoy being outside. We can walk if you want. Raylan: As long as you leave behind what I assume is a rfle in your hand. Ava: It's an old family ranch, broken up 20 years ago in what I understand was bitter acrimony. I'm stayin' in the caretaker's house. Raylan: Well, it is spectacular. And while I'm curious as to how you got here, what I'd first like to know is, who helped you get out of Harlan? Ava: Who says anyone did? Raylan: When they found my car, engine was warm. They'd have found you if you were on foot. Ava: I was hitchhikin'. Raylan: Lucky you, getting someone who doesn't mind picking up a woman in handcuffs and can also get you past roadblocks. We went down the list, trying to figure out who helped you. thought for a while it was Ellen May, but her witsec marshal could account for her that day. We looked at Limehouse, but found he'd left Nobles the day before. My best guess has always been Wynn Duffy. He gets you out of Harlan in exchange for the location of the money. [van door closes] And if there's anyone who could get you by a roadblock, it's Wynn Duffy. Ava: If I give you a name, I'm betrayin' a trust. Raylan: If it is Duffy, don't worry. He's vanished from the face of the Earth. Rumors of him surfing in Fiji, but that's it. Ava: How did you find me? Raylan: A junior deputy in the Seattle office scouring local newspapers West of the continental divide. Saw someone looked maybe could be you in the background of a newspaper picture about a pumpkin patch. Ava: Shouldn't have gone there. Pumpkins were expensive, even for California, and the one I bought had rot. Raylan: How you making ends meet? Cutting hair? Ava: I done thought you'd be looking for that, so, no, I haven't held scissors and a comb in my hands since I left Harlan. Connie, the lady that owns the parcel, she uses horses to work with special-needs kids. I help with that ... mostly hand out helmets, do some side-walking. And I look after the big house, muck and feed when she's not around, and I-I... I... work at the school in town, and I also ... I-I volunteer at the church sometimes ... Raylan: You trying to talk me out of taking you in, or are you sht' straight for sainthood? Ava: You gonna take me in? You ran on me, Ava, three times ... once at gn. It's not like you find me here runnin' whores or robbin' banks. Raylan: Every long-time fugitive I've ever run down expects me to congratulate them for not doing what no one's supposed to be doing anyhow. Ava: [sighs] I'm gonna show you something. But you got to promise me you won't breathe a word to Boyd about it. Raylan: I don't intend to see Boyd again in this life. Ava: Promise, or you can cuff me now and put me in the back of your car! Raylan: So, what's the big secret? You got a bear chained up back here? Ava: It's okay, honey. You can come out now. It's just an old friend. Raylan: Of course. We were looking for a woman, not a pregnant woman. Ava: Now you know why I made you promise. I can't have Boyd even knowing he exists. I'm not saying he'd cause him harm ... he'd just ruin his life. Raylan: What's his name? Ava: Zachariah. Only man in my life never wanted anything from me. If we're gonna take this to the next step, I need to know that he's set up. Now, there's a couple two ranches over ... Raylan: Ava, stop. [sighs] Raylan: I ain't gonna take you in. Ava: Oh. Looks like you feed him well. [chuckles] Put clothes on his back. You play with him? You read to him? Ava: Mm-hmm. Thank you. [sighs] Raylan: I said you'd be fine. Now, hopefully, you can sleep better. [chuckles softly] You're not the only one I've been afraid to see at my front door. Boyd: There I was, in the middle of the Mexican desert, driving a truck filled with the bodies of mrder men, followed by a car with a trunkload of heroin. I know what you're thinking. I see you nodding. You're thinking, "gdd*mn, Boyd! How many times I got to listen to this story?" Well, as many it takes. 'Cause if that's what you thinking, you missing the point. I had to lose it all before I saw the light. And do you know why? I succumbed to temptation. Now, any man can walk towards temptation, but it takes a real man to walk away from it. And when I say "walk," I mean keep on walking! Turn around! Walk in the other direction! Climb up that ladder! Say, "get behind me, devil! Get behind me, devil!" Don't look down! [chuckles] I'm gon' keep climbin' that ladder! I got wind in my face! Officer Cregger: Crowder! You have a visitor. Boyd: Well, today ain't visiting day, Officer Cregger. Officer Cregger: Not that kind of visitor. Boyd: To be continued. [laughs] Raylan Givens. To what do I owe this unexpected surprise? Raylan: I hear you're preaching again, gathering a flock. Just spreading the word of my calamitous fall and subsequent rebirth in the light of the Lord, Raylan. Raylan: You know you're repeating yourself, right? Boyd: [laughs] Raylan Givens, I know you have never believed a word that has come out of my mouth, though I have harbored the secret hope that you have nevertheless enjoyed hearing them. Raylan: Well, of all the nonsense I've heard you spin, such as, "the blacks are the problem," "the jews are the mud people," I will grant you one thing. I do believe you loved Ava. Boyd: [sighs] Did you find her? Raylan: We did. Boyd: Where? What is that, uh... Raylan: Her death certificate, Boyd. Boyd: Well, it says "Caroline Dean," Raylan. Raylan: Name she was using at the time. Her Oklahoma driver's license. Boyd: Well, a lot of people can look like a lot of people. Raylan: We matched the DNA to a hair from a brush in Harlan. [sighs] Boyd: H... How, uh... How did she, uh ... Raylan: Three years ago. Car crash in West Texas. We barely missed her in Tulsa. She was likely driving all night, trying to, you know, put some miles between us. Fell asleep at the wheel. We only found out two weeks ago when the other Caroline Dean discovered someone had used her name, raised a fuss. Boyd: W... Was she alone, Raylan? Raylan: As far as I know. Boyd: Well... [sighs] Okay, then. [chuckles softly] Maybe it's for the best. Raylan: For who? Well, she was trying to get out... but I just don't think that's possible. It follows you behind somehow, Raylan. Hell, sometimes, I think the only way to get out of our town alive is to have never been born there. But then, of course, there's you. How's life in Florida? Raylan: Pretty much as advertised. You wouldn't like it, though. A lot of jews. Boyd: Raylan Givens, if I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to provoke me. Now, you know Jesus Christ was a jew. Raylan: I've heard. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to, uh ... Boyd: Look for a reason to get off the phone? Can I ask you one question before you go? Raylan: As long as you understand if it annoys me, I'm just gonna hang up. Boyd: Scout's honor. Tramble penitentiary is a long way from Miami, Raylan. Now, you could have called the warden. Could have sent word through my lawyer. Raylan: You asking why I came? Thought it was news that should be delivered in person. Boyd: That the only reason? After all these long years, Raylan Givens... that's the only reason? Raylan: Well, I suppose if I allow myself to be sentimental, despite all that has occurred... there is one thing I wander back to. Boyd: We dug coal together. Raylan: That's right.	{"type": "series", "show": "Justified", "episode": "06x13 - The Promise"}	foreverdreaming
(whooping) Keeping Up with the Kardashians... SCOTT: That does look pretty serious. KHLOE: But for a lot of people. My mom has that old-school mentality where she thinks I should be sitting on the couch... KRIS: Want to go watch TV? KHLOE: Just eating food. KRIS (laughing): This is your lucky day. KHLOE: I can't eat eight dozen donuts. KHLOE: What is this? KIM: A mortician book. I'm just, like, so curious what the process is. AMBER: The next room is gonna be us doing some makeup together... on a person. KIM: That's dad? MARIO: Kim? KRIS: Scott's going to Miami. He invited Corey to go with him. He's like a different person these days. KHLOE: Is he? COREY: Man, this boy. He know I was flying there, and he did not surface. KIM: Wait. You flew out just for him? KRIS: You don't just (bleep) up a little bit. You (bleep) up. ♪ ♪ KENDALL: I'm really excited to break stuff. KOURTNEY: If you get your rage out here, you're living a good life. (Man laughs) KENDALL: Are we ready? KOURTNEY: Hi. Mmm. I have this crazy outfit. YOUNES: What? What do you mean? Give me a kiss. KOURTNEY: What? YOUNES: Okay, no kiss. (Kourtney laughs) MAN: Those are all your wapon. KENDALL: We're breaking that? MAN: Yeah. KENDALL: That's so fun. KOURTNEY: I'll go first. (Kourtney and Kendall shriek) Oh, my God, it didn't even... KENDALL: Oh, my God... KOURTNEY (laughing): It didn't even break. (Kendall laughs) KENDALL: Try it again. KOURTNEY: Okay. (Kendall shrieks) (Kourtney laughs) KENDALL: This is for sure gonna break it. It's metal. KOURTNEY: Do it. KENDALL: Is it weird that I'm really scared? KOURTNEY: Kendall, what kind of ht is that? KENDALL: It's gonna be so loud. KOURTNEY: That's the worst thing I've ever seen. Why didn't it shatter? (both laugh) Why didn't it shatter?! KENDALL: This is so crazy. KOURTNEY: Wait. Wait. Look. Let's do this. (glass breaking) KENDALL: Cheers. (Kourtney screams) (both screaming) (Kourtney yells, laughs) (Kendall screams) KOURTNEY: Do you want to do this one again? KENDALL: Yeah. At the same time, you and I could, like, ht it. One, two, three. (Screaming) (laughter) That's some tough glass. (Kourtney laughs) ♪ ♪ KIM: Chrissy is having her birthday party tonight. She's like, "I'm so sober right now, and it's driving me crazy." I'm so bored." KHLOE: I feel her on that. It's so boring. It sucks. KOURTNEY: I'm pretty sober, and life, when you can actually remember things, is really great. Like, sex is better sober. KHLOE: No, it's not. KOURTNEY: Yeah, it is. KHLOE: Sex is so much more fun when you have drunk sex. KOURTNEY: No, it's not. Don't you want to remember the good stuff? KHLOE: How drunk are you? Are you, like, belligerent? KOURTNEY: Yeah. KHLOE: I'm just saying, take the edge off. Being drunk adds value to everything else in life. (Kim laughs) (Kourtney laughs) KIM: So my friend just went to a funeral, and was saying it was, like, an open casket, and she was saying how the person looked just, like, different. I feel really bad that, like, someone would just be remembered just not really looking like themselves. ]] KHLOE: I agree. KOURTNEY: But that's what you're thinking about when someone passes? KHLOE: Yeah, when someone dies, and you see them... KIM: I mean, I think, like, you got to... KHLOE: And you're like, "God, they looked really at peace, they look so beautiful. I feel good seeing them leave like that." KIM: Like, you feel, like, "Okay, it's fine. Like, they're at peace." KHLOE: I don't remember if. Dad had an open casket. KOURTNEY: No. KIM: His casket wasn't even there. It was just a picture, because I had to stand up and talk. I remember that his casket was already at the grave site about to be, like... KOURTNEY: Buried? KIM: Just waiting for us. And I was just thinking, like, "Who is this person that does the makeup?" Like, it's obviously the morticians. My Girl? ]] KIM: Yeah. Jamie Lee Curtis... she came, and he was the mortician, and she did the makeup. You could be the Jamie Lee Curtis of morticians. KIM: I know death is such a morbid topic, but I am, like, obsessed. I just want to prepare myself for when that time comes, and I also try to not make it such a morbid, scary thing. I hope I don't die soon, but I'm gonna ask Kanye if he wants to be cryogenically frozen so he can just be in our house in a freezer. I'm putting in my will that I have to always have my hair done if I'm, like, not... talking myself, or, like... okay? Death is a natural part of life. Like, I am totally at peace with my father's passing, and I just want the same thing for other people. So to remember someone not really looking like themselves... I would hate for that to be the case. What do they do if someone has hair extensions in? KOURTNEY: I'm sure they take it out. KHLOE: No, they don't. KIM: What if they're all taped in? KOURTNEY: Oh, oh. I'm sure they leave it, yeah. KHLOE: Your hair gets... disintegrated anyway. KOURTNEY: Okay, guys, I really don't want to talk about this. It's actually making me uncomfortable. ]] KHLOE: Why? KOURTNEY: I don't know. KHLOE: It's life and death, it just happens. KOURTNEY: It just is. KHLOE: Okay. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Look how cute we are. KHLOE: Mm, very cute. It's still developing. KRIS: I know. Okay. "Mommy..." KHLOE: I wish I had your handwriting. It's so good. KRIS: Thank you. So how are you feeling? KHLOE: I'm, like, so scared, nervous, excited. It's, like, a million things. Are you supposed to be all those things? KRIS: Yes, definitely. KHLOE: Okay. Like, I'm allowed to be scared? 'Cause I am... Like, it's so... KRIS: Yeah, it's scary. Wait till it's this big. It's so crazy. KHLOE: It's really freaking me out. KRIS: What are your cravings? KHLOE: I don't really have any right now. I mean, frozen yogurt is literally the only thing I care about. KRIS: You don't have any cravings? KHLOE: Not really. KRIS: When you're pregnant, you just have to lose control and indulge. Back in the day, when I was pregnant, I was one who probably gave in to my cravings from time to time. Well, probably every day. I would enjoy lasagna and French bread, and, I mean, I just went for it. This is one of the best times of your life. It's so amazing. ]] KHLOE: Mm. KRIS: And I'll be right there with you, kid. I'll be right there with you. KHLOE: What's that new thing you're doing? KRIS: I don't know. KHLOE: Okay. KRIS: You little cutie! KHLOE: You could do that. I don't know what this thing is. (both laugh) ♪ ♪ KRIS: Hey. Hello. SCOTT: Hello. KRIS: Who knew you had a pool table? I don't come over here enough. SCOTT: I do have a pool table. KRIS: Like, I feel like I'm disconnected, right? SCOTT: If you were connected, you would know that I'm gonna take on an actual career in developing properties. KRIS: What?! SCOTT: Which is amazing. KRIS: High five! SCOTT: High five. KRIS: Congratulations. SCOTT: Over the past couple years, I decided to start trying to buy houses that I thought had potential and fix them up in the way I thought they would look best. We're changing the front and the color. It makes it much more contemporary. We'll decorate the exterior. We need to fill up a , -foot house. I like these marble tables. That could be cool. I just have a passion for flipping houses, so being able to make an actual career out of that is very cool and exciting. So, as of now, I have, like, three or four different houses that we're gonna remodel inside and out. ]] KRIS: Wow. SCOTT: You know, it's cool. It's just, like, I've always wanted something that I was passionate about, and I finally found it a couple years ago. But now, it's, like, I get to at least showcase it. KRIS: This is a whole nother level for you. SCOTT: Yeah, it's great. KRIS: I think what people don't realize is how creative you are and how my entire family leans on you for our design advice from time to time. SCOTT: Nobody tell anybody. KRIS: And art and everything. SCOTT: I would love you to be a business partner on it. KRIS: Do I get a check? SCOTT: I think that you would have to negotiate with... but... KRIS: I'm just kidding. I would love to do it. SCOTT: You know there's nobody else that I would trust that I know that could look over everything. KRIS: Yeah. Give me a little hug. SCOTT: Oh. ]] KRIS: A little congratulations hug. I'm very proud of you, very. And that wonderful lipstick you better tell your girlfriend about that I just got on your hoodie. Sorry about that. SCOTT: It's okay. I'll say I was at the strip club earlier. KRIS: Oh, yeah, okay. At noon. At noon. SCOTT: Well, they... they got a great buffet. (Kris laughs) ♪ ♪ MELISSA: Straight arms. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. KIM: Ooh, I see your belly today! KHLOE: What? Don't say that! KIM: No, it's cute. I just never saw it. MELISSA: Eight, nine... Okay, go. Five with me. Five... KHLOE: Ever since I found out that I was pregnant, my workouts have been adjusted to how I feel every day. MELISSA: Knees up. KIM: Should she be doing abs? MELISSA: Yeah, she can do abs. KHLOE: I definitely don't push myself too extreme. I do things in moderation and everything is approved by my doctor. See you tomorrow. Depending. MELISSA: Yeah, just let me know. KHLOE: I will. MELISSA: All right. (Kim yawns) KIM: You look amazing. KHLOE: Thank you. KIM: How much weight have you gained? ]] KHLOE: pounds. KIM: That is nothing. At five months, I was, like, in. ]] KHLOE: No, you weren't. KIM: I gained , so I had to have at least ht by then. KHLOE: I woke up this morning and I was like, I feel so, like... swollen or bloated or I don't know. I'm two pounds heavier than I was on Saturday. KIM: You'll just fluctuate. You just can't, like, stress about it. KHLOE: I kind of am. What I'm scared about is the doctor that I've talked... like, since Tristan and I are both big and, like, his mom has had. C-sections 'cause all of her kids are big and, most likely, I'm gonna have a big baby. If I need to have a C-section, we'll do whatever I have to deal with that. She wants me to gain a reasonable amount of weight, but nothing too crazy. ALIABADI: But I don't want you to gain more than, um... I mean, ideally, if you could do eight pounds, weeks. KHLOE: Okay. ALIABADI: Your partner is tall and big and I'm just worried if you gain too much weight, you're gonna have a... KHLOE: A huge baby. ALIABADI: Mm-hmm. KHLOE: I would really love to avoid having a C-section. I would like to do this as naturally as possible. My whole family delivered vaginally and I just kind of want to do the same. Having a C-section, you know, it's really hard on your body. Cutting through your abdomen and your uterus, I just don't think that sounds like an easy process. KIM: You're freaked out about it, but, like, it is what it is. You can't really stress it, honestly. KHLOE: I don't know, it's just scary. KRIS: What are you doing here? ]] KIM: I'm gonna do your makeup. ]] KRIS: Why? KIM: Because I'm a mortician. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Bah! (Kim screams) KHLOE: Weighing myself. ALIABADI: The biggest health concern is I don't want to deliver a big baby. (Laughs) KHLOE: I don't want to gain "X" amount of pounds. I am so nervous. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: What are you making? KRIS: Sausage and peppers. SCOTT: Oh, the ol' sausage. KRIS: Haven't made this in a really long time. Oh! Scott! Geez. KHLOE: Scott, get out of here, go sit down. SCOTT: You know, I'm trying to help out. KHLOE: Who else is coming over to eat all those? 'Cause this is crazy. KRIS: Well, most of this is for you. SCOTT: Are you gonna invite all the neighbors over? KRIS: Yeah. ]] SCOTT: Wow. That does look pretty serious. KHLOE: It's great, but for, like, a lot of people. SCOTT: That can feed a country. KHLOE: My mom is making the heaviest pasta dish, with so much oil and just butter and crap everywhere. I'm not having three pieces of bread. KRIS: It's fine, you're gonna be fine. KHLOE: Eating like this is not gonna help me prevent having a C-section. This is so good, Mom, thank you. KRIS: Do you like it? KHLOE: But you know I can't eat all this. SCOTT: Me, neither. KRIS: Of course you can eat all that. You want some for dinner? KHLOE: I can't have so many carbs. KRIS: Carbs? I think, growing up, Khloe was always conscious of her weight. (Khloe trilling) (Khloe speaks indistinctly) CAITLYN: Don't you think you should lose a few pounds? KRIS: Khloe has worked so hard for the last couple years, really getting in shape and being healthy and... she's never looked better, so I think she's a little bit scared about what's gonna happen after baby. But being pregnant is a beautiful thing and the last thing she should be worried about is gaining a lot of weight. SCOTT: Can we give the dog a little sausage? KHLOE: Mm-hmm. You're feeding her from a fork? SCOTT: Yeah. KHLOE: That's disgusting. KRIS: Ooh. KHLOE: That's nasty. SCOTT: He eats like a person. KHLOE: Oh, my gosh. SCOTT: This dog is a human. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: The Cor-ster. COREY: What's up? SCOTT: Yo, you're always trying to go behind my back when you get the ski stuff going on. COREY: Well, you know I've been practicing, man, so I got the (bleep). SCOTT: You've been practicing. Where? You know Ben. COREY: Whaddup, man? BENNY: What's up, man. COREY: What's going on? Y'all good? SCOTT: Have you been skiing, like, on the low without everybody knowing? COREY: That's all I did all last spring. In ' , I'm probably gonna go skiing at least times. SCOTT: What? COREY: I went skiing times last year. SCOTT: You went skiing times? COREY: times, eight days a piece. SCOTT: Are you, like, a full-blown expert now? COREY: I'm decent. I-I can't wait to get back to the mountain. SCOTT: Oh, this guy. What the...? Are you wearing tights? COREY: Oh, I got a crazy wardrobe. ]] SCOTT: Stop. COREY: All colors... that's why I'm trying to get boots to match... I need at least three pair of boots. SCOTT: By the way, it's not like... it's not like rapper (bleep), like, you got to have multiple pairs of sneakers. COREY: I match 'em with my outfits. SCOTT: You're not serious. COREY: I'm serious. I go into hardcore training tomorrow. SCOTT: I'm not a skier like that. I just go for, like, the chicken nuggets and chicken fingers in the lodge. Corey and I have definitely been spending more time together, which is nice. We have more in common than I thought. COREY: We also got to back on our hiking, for real for real. SCOTT: We do. We should be hiking to be in the season for the skiing. COREY: That's what my point is. ]] SCOTT: And we should look good for Art Basel. COREY: Yeah. SCOTT: Art Basel happens once a year in Miami. It's basically just a showcase of a ton of different artists. There's a lot of pop-ups and galleries. It's a perfect time for me to start looking into new art that I can put in some of my new houses. I want to ht as much as we can ht. COREY: When we go out, I know who to call. SCOTT: Corey has a lot of connections in the art world, so it'll be cool 'cause he's gonna set up some meetings for when we're in Miami. What's gonna go on here? Oh, wow, you got a serious stance. Look at him go. All right, ht him with a little speed. COREY: That... Hey, watch the thing, watch the thing. Hey, this kid is (bleep) with the thing. (Scott and Benny laughing) SCOTT: This thing's gonna fall apart. COREY: He gonna (bleep). And then he gonna walk out, so if I was y'all, I'd stop him. (Scott laughing) Don't (bleep) with Scott or nothing. SCOTT: That's classic. ♪ ♪ KHLOE: What are these shirts? I never go through this stuff. I don't wear this (bleep). KIM: (gasps) It says how to do makeup on a young child. Like, where to apply the blush. What? KHLOE: What the hell is that? "Creating a head bandage"? What is this? KIM: This is, like, a mortician book. I've been, like, fascinated with, like, ooh...! KHLOE: What was that? KIM: But I think that I want to take it a step further and, like, meet with a mortician. ]] KHLOE: Okay. KIM: I'm just, like, so curious what the process is. I'm gonna call Mario and see if he'll go with me. MARIO: Hello? ]] KIM: Hey. MARIO: Hey. How are you? KIM: Wait, I got a mor... a mortician book. It's so fascinating. Their whole thing is, like, color correcting. MARIO: Oh, my God, will you send me pictures of that? I want to get that book. KIM: Yeah, no, you're-you're literally gonna want this book. No, Mario and I are fascinated. KHLOE: The book is about death and mrder. Hi, Mario. KIM: No, it's not about mrder, you idiot. It's about makeup for dad people. KHLOE: I just saw "how to sew" "up your skull" in one of the chapters. Sometimes Kim is so ridiculous. I mean, she gets obsessed. But as bizarre as this is, Kim knows makeup like the back of her hand. This is her whole world. So this isn't something so farfetched to me, coming from. Kim. MARIO: Oh, my God, I love you... my plane's taking off. I got to go. KIM: Okay, we got to go to mortuary school. When you come in town. MARIO: Send me pictures of that. ]] KIM: Okay, bye. MARIO: Send me pictures of that. KIM: Bye. KHLOE: (laughs) You guys are such freaks. "Okay." (rushed stammer) Like, you guys are so crazy. ♪ ♪ KHLOE: Hi, Mom. KRIS: Hey. I'm just having a little lunch. KHLOE: You're putting wasabi straight on your thing? KRIS: Oh, honey, you bet I am. ]] KHLOE: Oh, my God. KRIS: Oh, it's everything. Mm-hmm. KHLOE: That's wild. KRIS: Mm-hmm. Mmm. I just found out that Scott's going to Miami. KHLOE: For what? KRIS: For Art Basel. KHLOE: Hmm. KRIS: It's really cute, because he invited Corey to go with him. ]] KHLOE: Mm-hmm. KRIS: Corey loves art, and he loves the whole Art Basel scene. So it's like two peas in a pod. KHLOE: That's so nice. KRIS: I am, like, very pro-Scott right now. He's getting up early in the morning, working all day, excited about life. He's like a different person these days. ]] KHLOE: Is he? KRIS: Yeah. KHLOE: Normally, if Scott were to go to Miami, it would be a red flag. But Scott is making some really good improvements in his life. And he's a natural at flipping houses. So I think this is really, like, a good use of his time. KRIS: I have my two personal scouts going to Art Basel to check it out. KHLOE: That's nice. KRIS: So I'm excited. Yeah. KHLOE (whispers): Wow. KRIS: You have to be into what we're all into to get really excited about this. KHLOE: Are you art-shaming me again? KRIS: No, I'm not trying to art-shame you. I'm just saying that different people are interested in different things. KHLOE: That's a very true statement. KRIS: I think hormones make you cranky. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: We're Basel-ing! (Virgil laughing) ♪ ♪ SCOTT: What up, boy? ALEC MONOPOLY: Oh, (bleep). What up, bro? Thank you for coming. SCOTT: It's very cool stuff. ALEC: Oh, thank you. SCOTT: When one doesn't sell, I'm just gonna take it. (laughing) Art Basel's pretty cool. PAPI: We're going to Komodo. Just a quick snack. Couple of rolls. SCOTT: Let's go. I have my friends here from New York. Corey was supposed to fly with me, but he got caught up and had to do some work at home. When he gets here, we have plans to network and meet artists and owners of different galleries, just so I can, you know, create relationships. I'm very excited about it. Do you see yourself ever not having a beard? ]] PAPI: No. SCOTT: Me neither. PAPI: Not anymore. SCOTT: I don't think I'll shave ever again. (Papi laughs) Yo, by the way, we're going into business and we're starting right away. PAPI: No way! That's amazing! SCOTT: Most people, they're sourcing out everything. For me, I'm gonna be the buyer, I'm the seller, and I'm actually furnishing my own place. PAPI: Wow! SCOTT: I get to, like, kind of finally show the world that I actually do work. PAPI: Right. SCOTT: Not just, like, appearances and social media and events. I want to take it, like, one step further... build my own furniture. Even, like, coming out with my own branding. PAPI: Right. SCOTT: Like a modern-day. Martha Stewart. (Papi laughs) I feel like I probably come across to the world a little bit different than I really am. And I'm not saying a lot of the things that you've seen are not exactly % true, because they are. But I definitely think there's a lot of people that maybe underestimate me, and I'm excited that I do have this now, to show that I am professional when I need to be. AMBER: The next room is gonna be us doing some makeup together. MARIO: On who? AMBER: On a person. KIM: That's dad? AMBER: You'll find out when we go in. KRIS: When you (bleep) up, you don't just (bleep) up a little bit, you (bleep) up. If you're gonna go do Art Basel, then go do Art Basel. Don't do Art Basel and pretend like it's spring break. ♪ ♪ KIM: I feel like I know makeup very, very well. And before I even go to a professional, I wanted to test it out on my mom. KRIS: What are you doing here? I just got out of the shower. KIM: Perfect. KRIS: What are you doing? KIM: Please lay down. Obviously, my mom's not, like, a substitute for a dad body, but I just am so used to only doing makeup on myself, I needed someone to test it out on. I'm gonna do your makeup. KRIS: Why? KIM: Because I'm a mortician. KRIS: You're a mortician. KIM: And I need, I need to practice. ]] KRIS: I'm not dad. I know I look pretty bad, but I just got out of the shower. KIM: But I need to practice. Can I just practice on you? KRIS: Are you okay? KIM: You can relax and just chill and you're getting your makeup done. KRIS: Are you really gonna do my makeup? Okay. KIM: Yeah, I'll do you your makeup for the day. KRIS: Kim is always trying something new, but being a mortician is interesting. Who knew that her love of makeup would take her this far? KIM: What's your favorite look these days? What would you want to go out in? Not, like, to the store, but go out-out, like, to the grave. KRIS: Perfect skin. Nude lip, I learned that from you. KIM: Okay. Look... Well, close your eyes. KRIS: Oh. I just wanted to see how hard this would be. KRIS: Are you practicing to do mine when I pass away? KIM: No, just in general. Okay, I was gonna say this might feel a little cold, but you're dad, so it doesn't matter. KRIS: Doing makeup on a living person is completely different, just so you know. KIM: You're really talking too much for a dad person. KRIS: You're really creepy. KIM: Your skin's great. Oh, you're playing the game now. KRIS: Bah! (Kim screams) KIM (laughing): Mom. (Kris laughs) Oh, my... Oh, my God, you really scared me. I almost peed my pants. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Oh. KIM: A little mist. And you are done. Here. KRIS: Good job, Kim. Thank you. KIM: I'm into it. KRIS: Me, too. Thank you. ♪ ♪ PRODUCER: So, the situation is we heard that Scott was out super late last night, and that he is dad asleep. Have you heard from him? Do you know what his plans are? COREY: He gonna... He gonna be jacked up for a while. MAN: Yeah, well... COREY: I don't know how, you know what I'm saying? That's Scott. PRODUCER: Yeah. All right. COREY: Scott Disick. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Hello! KHLOE: Hey, Mom. KRIS: I brought you a surprise! KHLOE: Oh... KRIS: This is your lucky day! KHLOE: Are you... okay? KRIS: Yeah. It's Krispy Kreme. Day! To celebrate the pregnancy of. Khloe Kardashian! KHLOE: I can't eat eight dozen donuts. KRIS: Just smell. KRIS and KHLOE: Mmm. KHLOE: They do smell pretty good. ]] KRIS: I know. KHLOE: I remember, back when my mom was pregnant, she and. Bruce almost got a divorce because Bruce would not pull over to get her two dozen donuts. He was like, "You don't need them, Kris." And they were screaming at each other. He finally got her these stupid donuts. And when I tell you she ate every (bleep) donut, she ate every (bleep) donut. That's just not who I am. That's just disgusting. KRIS: I want you to remember that I had six kids. KHLOE: Mm-hmm. KRIS: And after my fourth child, I never looked better. I gained and lost and gained and lost and gained and lost, and had the time of my life. And I was healthy, and I was happy. KHLOE: If I want a donut or cookies, I'll eat them. I'm not depriving myself. Everything I'm doing is instructed by my doctor. I would love to avoid a C-section, if possible. But if my baby turns out to be really big, I'm gonna have to get a C-section. KRIS: But I just want you to feel good about yourself and be able to let your hair down a little bit and say... KHLOE: But listen... KRIS: "I'm gonna have a bowl of pasta," or "I'm gonna eat lasagna tonight or have a donut." KHLOE: Can I speak? I'm not doing anything that's unhealthy. I don't think anything I have to say is registering. My mom has that old-school mentality where she thinks I should be sitting on the couch, just eating food. KRIS: I feel a lot better knowing you're gonna have some Krispy Kremes to keep you company while I'm gone. KHLOE: If I don't have the same experience as my mom, then she thinks something's wrong with me, which blows my mind. It's so frustrating. KRIS: This is a lot. You should not be doing this pregnant. You might hurt yourself. KHLOE: "Are you sure you should be doing this?" Or "Do you feel okay?" not be doing that, Khloe. Lay down. You shouldn't be walking." It's just so extreme. COREY: When I got there to do the whole day of art, man, this boy did not show up. (Kris gasps) KRIS: He missed the whole thing? COREY: Yeah. But he missed out on a good, really good-ass day. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Morning! KHLOE: Oh, my God, what are you doing here? KRIS: I came to help you work out. KHLOE: What? Mom, I told... KRIS: Wait, come here, I got to show you something important. KHLOE: Show me. What are you doing? KRIS: Here. I'm just up here with you. KHLOE: Okay, well, there's room for one. KRIS: Okay. Ooh. Slow it down a little bit. This is very fast. Hi. KHLOE: It was faster, that was my cooldown. KRIS: Hi. Hi. What are you doing? KHLOE: What are you doing? I don't like your... KRIS: Huh? My energy? KHLOE: No, I love your energy. KRIS: I just had a-a laser. (laughs) (whoops) Oh, my God. (Laughs) This is a lot. You should not be doing this pregnant. You might hurt yourself. Even though Khloe's expecting, she works out like a professional athlete. KHLOE: I want to be healthy. KRIS: Oh, no, honey, you're taking a break. I don't want Khloe to go into early labor because she's working out and exerting herself so much. KHLOE: No. We can't do it... KRIS: Okay. (Laughs) You're so serious. What are you doing? KHLOE: Mom, you're... KRIS: What are you doing? (howling) ]] KHLOE: Stop! What if I fell? ]] KRIS: What? KHLOE: You can't make me... KRIS: Why don't you sit down and you won't fall. KHLOE: What? KRIS: Sit down... KHLOE: I absolutely love my mom, but she's a psychopath. KRIS: Want to go watch TV? KHLOE: No. KRIS: Are you sure? Want to go for a swim? KHLOE: No. KRIS: Come on, there's so much to do here. KHLOE: Mom, stop. KRIS: Okay. KHLOE: "Are you sure you should be doing this?" Or "Do you feel okay? You should not be doing that", Khloe... oh, my God, when I was pregnant... You just got to lay down and just eat all day. "Just lay down. You shouldn't be walking." It's just so extreme. Enough is enough. You haven't been to one of my doctor's appointments. If you were, Dr. A says it's good to work out. I'm doing what my doctor says. KRIS: I want to go to one. KHLOE: Don't. ]] KRIS: Okay? KHLOE: Okay. KRIS: Let's go. Come on, I'm starving. I'm shaking. Look at me shaking, I'm so hungry. (chuckles) I'm shaking. KHLOE: Mom. ]] KRIS: What? ♪ ♪ KIM: Hi. AMBER: How are you? Come in. KIM: Yeah. This is Mario. AMBER: Hi. MARIO: Hey, I'm Mario. How are you? Nice to meet you. AMBER: Nice to meet you. Hi. KIM: So, wait... so this is, like, a mortuary. AMBER: Yes. You're in an actual-actual mortuary. KIM: So, this is where people come when they die. AMBER: Yes. KIM: I've been dying... No pun intended. I've been dying to know the tricks of the trade and, like, what concealer morticians use. So, Mario found this mortician so we can learn everything. AMBER: If you have someone that you haven't embalmed, you can just place them under refrigeration. I've had people that've been dad for, like, days. KIM: How do you embalm someone? (Amber chuckles) AMBER: Embalming is, essentially, making an incision here, it's pulling up the artery, it's opening it up, it's putting an arterial tube in it... It's pushing embalming fluid through your body. So you're flushing out all of the blood, because the blood is what starts the decomposition process. MARIO: I always wondered about this, too. Like, let's say, God forbid, that she passes away. Like, what if her eyeball or something opens? Like... AMBER: So, it's essentially a contact lens that has little pebbly things on it, and so, when I take a body, I open the eyelid, I put that on, and then you put the eyelid over it, and essentially, it holds the eyelid down, so her eyelids aren't gonna be popping up. MARIO: What? KIM: My stomach is turning. I thought I was totally fine, and all of a sudden, I'm like, "Oh, my God, I might throw up." AMBER: Um... KIM: Can we sit down? AMBER: Yeah. KIM: What training is involved in this? AMBER: So I went to Mortuary School. Um, it's a three-semester program. You learn basic things, like stuff that you already know, like the color wheel and what cancels out other colors. And then, you'll build facial features. We would get clay, and we would learn how to a build a nose, and... ]] KIM: Why? AMBER: Um, because if someone gets in a car accident, um, you can basically rebuild their facial features from wax. KIM: Like, what if someone's, like, sht in the head? AMBER: It's easier to fix than it sounds like. Like, if it's just a simple gn wound, it's just taking filler or wax and just putting it in, and then just, um, cosmetize it. ]] KIM: Wow. AMBER: So, what we're going to do, when we go into the next room, um... MARIO: What's in the next room? ]] KIM: I don't know. AMBER: The next room is gonna be us doing some makeup together. ]] MARIO: On who? AMBER: On a person. KIM: That's dad? AMBER: You'll find out when we go in. KIM: We definitely asked for the authentic experience, but I'm starting to rethink this. AMBER: Those are for you. KIM: Okay, cool. Are we gonna walk in to a dad body laying on the table? I'm just freaking out. AMBER: All right, are you guys ready? Yeah? Excited? MARIO: Oh, my God, my heart's beating so fast right now. Kim. KHLOE: I am about to have a checkup with Dr. A, and I am bringing my mom, so she can hear it with her own ears and see it with her own eyes. She wants me to gain pounds. KRIS: No, I don't. KHLOE: Oh. Don't lie now. KRIS: I do not want you to gain pounds. ALIABADI: Okay, we... AMBER: All right, are you guys ready? Yeah? Excited? MARIO: Oh, my God, my heart's beating so fast right now. Oh, my God. Kim. Kim? Kim? ]] KIM: It's fine. Well, she's breathing. MARIO: Huh? KIM: She's breathing. Is she gonna say hi? I mean, she's breathing, so... she's not dad. AMBER: Right. (Chuckles) KIM: So... AMBER: But she's gonna be our... she's... she's method. She's gonna be our dad body. KIM: Hi, thank you for doing this for us. ]] MARIO: Hello. AMBER: So one of the things that, um, you'll always get is you'll get pictures of the decedent. And so, this is gonna kind of tell me what I should work with. KIM: We have the same color on. Literally, the same exact color. It's beautiful. AMBER: And, actually, it's funny, too, 'cause I bought this especially for it and that was... She's already, she's good to go. So this is, like, some color correction for her. MARIO: How would you color correct the blueness here? AMBER: So blue, I would maybe start by putting some yellow over it. ]] MARIO: Yellow? AMBER: Yeah, I'd put yellow here, put some yellow here. MARIO: So could we use, like, highlighter to make her skin glow? ]] AMBER: Mm-hmm. KIM: So where are you gonna put the highlighter, her cheek? MARIO: Just, like, on her cheeks so it makes it glow a little bit. So use the peach and I'll use the peach on your under-eyes. Use it here, like on her... under-eyes a little bit. KIM: So, would you use it directly? ]] AMBER: Yeah. Yeah. MARIO: I'll do one side and you do the other side. Here, mix these two. But put more of the lighter one. KIM: Keep going. I'll just be your assistant for the day. Has anyone ever moved? AMBER: (laughs) No. KIM: No? AMBER: No. MARIO: She needs a little bit of eyebrow. KIM: And then we can put some, like, bronzer on top. I could really see this as a career for you. I think you can handle it. (laughs) ]] MARIO: I don't know, Kimberly. I wouldn't be able to get, like, Instagram pictures or, like, red carpet photos or anything. KIM: All right, I know this is, like, way too heavy for me to ever really take on, but I've learned so much being here and I'm really grateful for the experience, and I'm really glad that Mario came along, 'cause now I know that if... when the day comes, that I'll be in good hands. AMBER: Yeah, that's pretty much... KIM: That's amazing. Beautiful. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Hey, guys. KIM: Hi, Mom. If you ever don't want this rug, I'll take it for the baby's room. ]] KRIS: Okay. KIM: Cute. Thank you. KRIS: How long has it been since you saw Corey? KIM: I just saw Corey right before he left for Miami. KRIS: How was Miami? COREY: First, I was late. So me and Scott didn't get to hang out and do the different events like we wanted to. But when I got there to do the most important part that we prepared for weeks, to go do the whole day of art, man, this boy did not show up. KRIS: (gasps) He missed the whole thing? COREY: Well, he knew I was flying there and he did not... KIM: Wait, you flew out just for him? COREY: Yeah. And when I got there, I didn't see him at all or talk to him, so I didn't see he was (bleep) up, he might have wanted to just spend quality time with his girl, but I saw online... KIM: But I saw it online. COREY: That, you know, he had a wild night. But he missed out on a really good-ass day. KRIS: I was really excited about Scott's trip to Miami because I thought he would get so much done and it would be really productive. It's really upsetting. For his reputation, for my reputation, and just for his future in general. He needs to step up and I worry about if this is a pattern or not. I just can't even. ]] KIM: Yeah. KRIS: Yeah. COREY: I shortened the trip by two days. I didn't want to stay there because there was nothing left but partying. I didn't need that. He didn't need that. I think with him, it's all about his company. His company bring out the best or the worst in him. He's never been (bleep) up with me. KRIS: Yeah. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: Kris? ]] KRIS: Yeah. SCOTT: I was in the neighborhood, so I figured I'd stop over and say hi. KRIS: Yeah? Coming over intentionally to say hello to me, and see if she's pissed at me because I... SCOTT: Also that. KRIS: Misbehaved in Miami. SCOTT: It wasn't so much "misbehaved." KRIS: It was to go away, and go to Art Basel, and go look at art... SCOTT: Eh, I looked at some art... KRIS: For the rest of your life. SCOTT: On my phone. KRIS: But you invited Corey to come to Art Basel... SCOTT: I did. KRIS: So you could look at pieces for your home, and then, you bailed. If you're gonna go do Art Basel, then, go do Art Basel. Don't do Art Basel and pretend like it's spring break. SCOTT: I didn't think it was the worst thing to be able to go away for a few days and chill. KRIS: But when you (bleep) up, you don't just (bleep) up a little bit, you (bleep) up. Sometimes, these little setbacks, you know, can cost you dearly. I get excited when you invite me to be a part of your project. I want to do that. SCOTT: Yeah. KRIS: But I want to believe that you're in %. I don't want to be excited to be doing this with my partner who's. M.I.A. in Miami somewhere. Get it? SCOTT: Yeah. This is crazy. As much as I understand that I need to be responsible, I don't know when I ever said that I can't go out. I'm doing my best in life, but I still like to have fun when I can. I went out late, I slept in. I don't really feel the whole world should be crashing down on me. When I asked Kris to be a business partner, I didn't ask for a high school principal. KRIS: I want to make sure that you are serious. Okay. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: I didn't think it was the worst thing to be able to go away for a few days and chill. KRIS: But when you... (bleep) up, you don't just (bleep) up a little bit. You (bleep) up. SCOTT: Yeah, but I really haven't been. KRIS: Sometimes these little setbacks, you know, can cost you dearly. SCOTT: Man, it's rough out here. KRIS: Listen, if somebody isn't the voice of reason... SCOTT: No, listen. KRIS: Who else is gonna be? SCOTT: I have nobody else... to watch out for me, other than you. So I appreciate it, even though it's hard sometimes. KRIS: So I might bitch at you from time to time... SCOTT: I'll take it. KRIS: And make you feel uncomfortable or awkward, but if I'm not gonna do it and tell you what my observation is, I'm just here to make you the best that you can be. And that's all I care about. You know, the best dad, the best friend, the best son... SCOTT: Yeah. I agree. KRIS: The best everything. SCOTT: I love that. KRIS: And you've got that in you all the time. And you just have to realize how amazing you are. SCOTT: For the longest time, I've been going to Kris for advice on... pretty much every single thing. But even though I do want her to be a business partner, she needs to realize that I really am in a different place in my life and I can have fun, still hold down a job, a relationship, a life, a family and all these different things, and it's not just all fun and games and things of that nature. I'm a good boy. KRIS: You are such a good little boy. SCOTT: Oh, little baby, he's been good! (Kris chuckles) ♪ ♪ KRIS: I used to tell you to go to massage school. KHLOE: I know. KRIS: Because I thought you had such good hands. KHLOE: I do. Well, everyone, like, when I give them a massage. Even when I, like, rubbed you for a second, you're like, "Oh!" KRIS: Okay. ]] KHLOE: Oh. KRIS: While we're talking, might as well make it good. No, I know, it's like if you have a gift, like, this is a gift. KHLOE: Yeah, but I don't... KRIS: You could go to massage school and have a backup plan. KHLOE: I... I'm good. KRIS: At least you could pay the bills. KHLOE: Well, I'm paying my bills right now. It's good. ALIABADI: You guys are early! Hi. KHLOE: I am about to have a checkup with Dr. A, and I am bringing my mom so she can hear it with her own ears and see it with her own eyes... all of what. Dr. A has to tell me. Weighing myself. ALIABADI: Let's do it. And take your shoes off, yeah. KHLOE: I am so nervous. I mean, I don't want to gain "X" amount of pounds. And if I can avoid a C-section, that's my goal. (machine beeps) ALIABADI: So you gained pounds in weeks. It's not bad. KRIS: pounds? That's it? KHLOE: No, but will you tell my mom the health concerns? She wants me to gain pounds. KRIS: No, I don't. KHLOE: Oh, don't lie now. KRIS: I do not want you to gain pounds. KHLOE: Okay, wait. KRIS: . I gained . ALIABADI: No. No. KRIS: No? So, . ALIABADI: Yes. pounds. KHLOE: I'm the one who's been telling you she said between to . ALIABADI: Yes. KHLOE: And you said, "Oh", no." ALIABADI: The biggest health concern for me is I don't want to deliver a big baby. (Laughs) KHLOE: Yeah, and for my vagina or C-section or whatever. ALIABADI: Hopefully it'll be long and skinny. KHLOE: Yeah. (Laughter) Like Kendall. ]] KRIS: Yeah. ALIABADI: But, honestly, you've done so well with your weight, so just keep up the good work. KRIS: I am breathing a huge sigh of relief. Khloe is the smartest girl and will always take care of herself and her baby. So I'm gonna step back and show her that I trust her. ALIABADI: So this is the little, cute head. KHLOE: Oh, that's a big head. KRIS: Aw. (Baby's heart beating) ALIABADI: There's the heartbeat. KRIS: I used to love that sound. ALIABADI: On the Doppler? KRIS: Yeah. ALIABADI: It looks beautiful, and it measures perfectly. KHLOE: Dr. A tells me that I'm on track for natural birth, so I'm super excited about that. And it's a testament to how active I've been, and that I've just been aware of the things I'm putting into my body. I think my mom hearing it directly from Dr. A is just really crucial for her to get it through her head that this is not me just making up random information. So I'm happy that my mom is here. ALIABADI: All these little girls, I love it. KRIS: I know. KHLOE: So many. ALIABADI: Girls are the best. KHLOE: I only have more weeks left? So scary. ]] ALIABADI: Halfway. KRIS: We're coming to Cleveland. KHLOE: Yup. KIM: On the next episode... KHLOE: I'm not leaving the premises. KIM: That's ridiculous. Operation "Teach Khloe not to" "give a (bleep)" is underway. KHLOE: Watch this. (silly string spraying) KIM: She's coming! Khloe! We haven't resolved anything with Kourtney. KOURTNEY: She's just so bitchy and entitled. 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Keeping Up with the Kardashians... What's wrong? KOURTNEY: Nothing. I can't talk. KIM: Are you fighting with. Scott? KRIS: When Kourtney gets upset, it isn't pretty. SCOTT: She just fires these mssile at me. KRIS: She is trying to cope. SCOTT: You're out of your mind if you think I'm wrong. Family Feud. KIM: I got to jump ship. KRIS: Oh, no, no, no, no. MAN: This way, you guys. KHLOE: It's such a cluster (bleep). KANYE: I'm not finna kick one of my family members off of TV they first time on TV. KHLOE: Mom... KRIS: She said no. Kim created this mess, and I have to clean it up. STEVE: Let me solve this problem. KIM: I feel really confident about my team. KHLOE: They think they have this in the bag, let's just... balls to the wall. ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: It's slightly chilly in here. KHLOE: Oh, no. But if I was pounds, I'm sure I'd be freezing, too. KOURTNEY: How was your New. Year's? I saw your post with Simon and. Savas. KHLOE: It was just really nice, chill. You know, my first sober. New Year's. KOURTNEY: Was it your first sober New Year's ever? KHLOE: That I can remember. So nice to be drunk. KOURTNEY: Did you have fun on. Christmas Eve? I felt like it wasn't as wild as it... ]] KHLOE: Because of me. KOURTNEY: As it usually is. KHLOE: Because I'm normally the one that riles everyone up. KOURTNEY: I mean, it was a little weird. KHLOE: I think your boyfriend was uncomfortable, which is understandable. KOURTNEY: Yeah, I just felt like I couldn't, like, leave his side... I was like, "What's" gonna happen?" For my mom's Christmas Eve party, there was a lot of back- and-forth about Scott coming, because Younes was coming, and so, you know, in the end, they were both invited. But it was the first time that. Scott and Younes were in the same room together. KHLOE: It was awkward, no matter what, the whole thing. KOURTNEY: Yeah. Who got you the mommy necklace? KHLOE: That's what you're thinking about? KOURTNEY: No, I got that for Mom, that's why I was asking. KHLOE: Mom gave it to me. Is it a regift? KOURTNEY: I don't know. Unless she bought it for you. But I bought one for her. KHLOE: You need to check. That's just amazing. KOURTNEY: Oh, my God. Should I be like, "Where's your mommy necklace?" KHLOE: (laughs) That's amazing. ♪ ♪ KHLOE: Mom, am I gonna break this? KRIS: No. You shouldn't. KHLOE: Okay, I'm not doing this. My fat ass can't go on that right now. ]] KOURTNEY: I'll go. (swings creaking) KIM: That sound really irks me. (Kris laughs) KOURTNEY: What if I made that sound when I had sex? Family Feud. KIM: All right, so who's going to be the team captain? Is that me? ]] KHLOE: Kimberly. KIM: Okay, I got this, guys. KHLOE: You've literally been "doll-hauling" to do this. We're basically doing this because of you. KOURTNEY: Yeah. KIM: Okay. ]] KOURTNEY: Whoo! KHLOE: Oh, my God. Literally the best game ever... We're obsessed. Maybe seven years ago... I don't even know how long ago it was, we played against Deion Sanders and family. KIM: Sanders family, the only thing you're gonna hear today... (imitates buzzer) We were so embarrassing. We hardly got any questions right... we were awful. (buzzer sounds) ]] MAN: Uh-oh. KIM: I saw that they're doing Celebrity Family Feud again, I thought we have to be on. Like, it's not even an option. Like, we have to win. We have to do this. KOURTNEY: Who are you even against? KIM: Yeah, who are we against? KRIS: They haven't told us yet; We asked again yesterday. Amber Rose and Blac Chyna. (laughs) KOURTNEY: I don't think any of you guys should be on, to be honest. KRIS: Thanks, Kourtney, for the vote of confidence. KOURTNEY: This is your one life to walk this planet. Do you really want to spend your Family Feud? KHLOE: Guess what we would be doing on a Saturday, all separated. But now we're gonna be on a. Saturday, all together building a memory. And just how we talk about the that we failed. We'll be able to talk about... KOURTNEY: I don't remember it except my ugly yellow dress and my ugly hat. KHLOE: So, you go back inside. We are gonna spend the day together. KOURTNEY: I thought Kanye is the one who, actually, really wanted to do it the most. KIM: He does, that's why he's coming, and he's gonna, like, yell out answers... in the dressing room, to himself. ♪ ♪ KIM: Is this it? KOURTNEY: Ew. KIM: Howdy. KOURTNEY: So romantic. Okay, I'm so good at this. Give us the biggest push of your life. ]] MAN: I will. KOURTNEY: I can't turn. KIM: Don't we have an oar? KOURTNEY: This isn't a canoe. KIM: (bleep) Pedal, please. My pedal's breaking. (Bleep) KOURTNEY: Oh, we're about to ht a... Ooh. Okay, let's turn to the right. KIM: Wanna take a pic? KOURTNEY: Mm-hmm. KIM: Oh, my wrist kills. Even the way that I hold my phone hurts my hand. KOURTNEY: I go like this. KIM: I have been feeling a lot of pain in my wrist when I'm texting, when I'm not. They just feel super crampy. And I've been putting off going to the doctor for a while. Will you take a pic for me? 'Cause my hand is klling me. Like, I want it to be like I'm taking a selfie. KOURTNEY: How will I... (bleep) You want me to put my arm around you, like this? KIM: No, 'cause then your arm will get too short. Just, like, do it like that, and I'll, like, lean in. And we'll pretend like it's my hand. (Camera clicks) Ew. Your hand is just too short. Pax. PAX: Yeah? KIM: Will you come to take a. Snapchat? KOURTNEY: Paxy is, like, a professional photographer. A social media... KIM: If you (bleep) drop my phone... PAX: What? KIM: I'll kll you. No, no, no, you can just... Oh, perfect, like that. Wait, just right there. Aah! PAX: I won't drop your phone, I promise. KIM: Okay. Just like that. We flop over. (Screams) Okay, never mind. KOURTNEY: You're sitting on the mic. ]] PAX: That's a GoPro. KOURTNEY: Wait, I mean that... KIM: Is the GoPro okay? PAX: Yeah. KIM: I'll pretend like it's my arm... I'll go like this. PAX: How's that? KIM: Okay, yeah. PAX: Did I take it? KIM: Yeah. So cute. We'll save it. PAX: Oh, yeah, that really does look like your arm. KIM (filtered): Hey, guys, we're on a boat today. Cute. Oh, my God. I'm gonna need a professional selfie-taker. Or is that called a selfie stick? PAX: I'll be your selfie stick. ]] KOURTNEY: Thanks, Pax. KIM: How the (bleep) do we turn around? ♪ ♪ KIM: You look so pretty. MJ: Thank you. Just like Diane Keaton, huh? You don't like this color? KIM: It's a bit yellowy. MJ: I like that. More trampy. KIM: More trippy. Mine's more like silvery-icy. MJ: I know. KIM: And then Mom's doing, like, whitish. MJ: I'm doing it the way Hollywood used to do it. KIM: Yeah. ]] MJ: Mm-hmm. KIM: I am doing a campaign for my new concealers, and I thought it would just be really amazing to have my mom and my grandma in the campaign, and have us all be blonde. Who should I FaceTime? Let's see if Kourtney picks up. MJ: Let's see if she recognizes me. She won't pick up. KOURTNEY: Oh, my God, you look so pretty. KIM: Doesn't she? MJ: Oh, thank you. KIM: What's wrong? MJ: What's wrong? KOURTNEY: Nothing. KIM: What's wrong? MJ: What's wrong? KOURTNEY: Nothing. I can't talk, 'cause P's here. I'll text you. HARRISON: Any pain with this? KIM: Yes. HARRISON: Do you feel any numbness or tingling in your thumb, your index finger or middle finger? KIM: Yeah, I mean, if I hold it up long enough, yeah. HARRISON: You do feel it. You are definitely showing some of the cardinal signs for carpal tunnel. SCOTT: I will bet you $ billion there's not a human being that you know that won't go with what exactly I just said. But you're out of your mind if you think I'm wrong. KIM: What's wrong? MJ: What's wrong? KOURTNEY: Nothing. I can't talk 'cause P's here. I'll text you. KIM: Okay. You okay? Need me to come there? KOURTNEY: No, no, no, it's not that big of a deal. I'm fine. KIM: Are you fighting with your boyfriend? KOURTNEY: No, not at all. KIM: Oh, good. Scott? KOURTNEY: Yeah, I'll just text you. KIM: Yeah, of course. Okay, bye. KOURTNEY: Okay, bye. MJ: She okay? KIM: She is crying. She said "Scott just texted me" that he introduced Mason to his girlfriend. But he didn't even tell me first. And we've been going to therapy to discuss it, and he said he "was gonna wait. Just annoying." MJ: Gosh. Why can't they get it together? One way or the other? KIM: You know, I think it's just more of, like, a principle thing, that they made this rule and they've been going to this, you know, co-parenting therapy together. I definitely want to be there to support Kourtney and Scott, but it's just kind of, like, their thing, and I don't really get involved. All right, you ready? You want to go take a pic? MJ: Sure. KIM: Do you want your cane? MJ: Yeah, I got it. KIM: Okay. MJ: Yeah. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Oh, my God, that's so good. PHOTOGRAPHER: That's great. Great, great, great, beautiful. I think she likes being a blonde. She looks good. (Laughter) MJ: How cute. You're looking nice. KRIS: I'm just on a photo sh*t, and I noticed I missed your call. You okay? SCOTT: Yeah, no, I'm fine, but, you know, I've been going to therapy with Kourtney, regarding what we're doing about the kids and meeting everyone, and these things, right? KRIS: Yeah. SCOTT: We all agreed to wait till after the New Year, so last night, when we got home, the kids were there, so of course, they met my girlfriend. Told Kourtney, and she just told me, she goes, "You're a (bleep)" joke, you're disgusting, you do whatever the (bleep) you want, you don't care," and I'm like, "What?" She goes, "We discussed with the therapist that you were gonna" wait, " and I said, " We discussed with the therapist that we were gonna wait till after the New Year, and after the holiday." KRIS: Yeah. SCOTT: I put it in the friendliest... and then, she just attcks me. KRIS: I don't understand why she can introduce her boyfriend to the kids, but you can't introduce your girlfriend. You know, 'cause she's my daughter, and I don't want to go against her, but I see your point, too, so I would just ask her, like, why isn't it mutual? SCOTT: You know her, she never has any reason. It's just whatever the (bleep) she wants, or she this, she that, and... KRIS: Yeah. All right, well, listen, I'm gonna go finish up, and I love you and I'll be home in a little while. SCOTT: Okay, I'll talk to you later. ]] KRIS: Okay, ciao. SCOTT: Okay, bye. KRIS: (bleep) KIM: Kind of agree with Scott on this one. 'Cause she's Kourtney, she's got to be difficult. KRIS: She is kind of difficult these days. KIM: Yeah. KRIS: Like, it's just like she's this little rebel. KIM: Yep. KRIS: You know? KIM: My wrist kills. We are snatched. KRIS: Oh, yeah. ♪ ♪ KIM: My wrists have just been really hurting. When I'm looking at my phone, like, if I'm on it for a long time, my thumbs start to get numb. HARRISON: So, any pain with this? KIM: Yes. HARRISON: Mm-hmm. What about with this? KIM: Ish. HARRISON: Yeah? What about that? KIM: Yeah. HARRISON: But here is a problem. You are definitely showing some of the cardinal signs for carpal tunnel. I know, I'm just telling you the truth. How does it feel when you're doing a selfie? Do you feel any numbness or tingling in your thumb, your index finger or middle finger? KIM: Yeah, I mean, if I hold it up long enough, yeah. HARRISON: You do feel it. Okay, well, there's a term I have for this, it's called "selfie wrist." I should call it "Kim Kardashian "wrist," that's what I should call it, because it's all of this, that's it: It's too much. KIM: So... HARRISON: So your job are the following: Minimizing the wrist flexing like this, make sure you wear the wrist splints at night, then I want you to do these exercises at home, these are real simple. KIM: Especially since I'm this week, I definitely need my hand to be in, like, the best shape. HARRISON: Light exercising. Around the world. Exactly, that's it. times, each direction, twice a day. KIM: I'm not gonna lose because of a wrist injury. I have to ht that button. HARRISON: Any other questions? ]] KRIS: Nope. HARRISON: Do you want some water? You're looking dehydrated to me. Yeah. KRIS: I look dehydrated? HARRISON: You look dehydrated. You want some water? KRIS: I'm just... no, I actually have some in the car, I'm just really hungover. I can barely hold my head up. HARRISON (laughing): Okay. KRIS: So... HARRISON: You are so funny. (laughter) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) KIM: Hey, guys. CICI: Hey, Kim. KIM: How are you? KRIS: Wow, Khloe, this is so beautiful. Hi, Cici. ]] CICI: What's wrong? Your tooth just came out? KIM: No. KHLOE: Need some dentures? KIM: Okay, guys, so we are. Family Feud game. KRIS: Okay. KIM: And we're gonna see who can play, okay? We are auditioning. KRIS: I have to audition? KHLOE: Uh-huh. KRIS: In front of who? CICI: Kim. She makes the decision if you're on or off. KIM: Are you guys ready? Taping is coming up, and we don't have our lineup yet, so I'm auditioning the family members. We gotta see who we're playing against to see. The Hilton family would be really funny. KRIS: Oh, my God. KIM: We should recommend that. Okay, round one. "Name a place where little kids hide their money." KHLOE: Pillow! KIM: Pillow. KHLOE: Ah, I got number two. CICI: Under the mattress. KIM: Mattress. Yep. CICI: Underwear drawer. KIM: Oh, yep. Okay, Cici is gonna be good at this. Cici, you are good at it. Guys, we need to name something we'd need an appointment for. Kourtney, what do you need an appointment for? (buzzer sounds) Kourtney? KOURTNEY: A therapist. KIM: She's so slow. Your mom is so slow. KOURTNEY: Kim just takes everything so seriously, and I truly don't want to be on the team. KIM: Name something that people fantasize about. KRIS: Sex. MASON: Oh, my God. CICI: Money! KIM: Money, number one. Becoming wealthy. CICI: Hello?! KIM: Vacations? KOURTNEY: Chonch is an MVP. KRIS: Yeah, you really are. KIM: Name an activity you can do at any age. KHLOE: That's a hard one. KRIS: Shop? (buzzer sounds) KIM: Definitely, Mom, you've got to get better at this. They don't have shopping as an activity. ]] KRIS: Oh, my God. KIM: Ah, they bat us on this one. MASON: They did? ]] KIM: Yep. MASON: No! KIM: All right, Cici is my number one choice, so she might actually stand right next to me. I'm not sure how they run the order. KRIS: Oh, wow. KIM: And then, I'm sure MJ would love to do it. So, my final team is gonna be me, Khloe, Cici, and MJ. And I guess, like, my mom. KHLOE: Fillers. KIM: Yeah, this is a filler over here. CICI: She's a filler? KIM: Yeah. ]] CICI: An extra? KIM: Yeah. All right, I gotta go. CICI: What do you mean you have to go? KIM: I have to go inside and play. KRIS: She's gonna go practice. (Laughs) ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: The thought of my kids being introduced to another woman and having somebody else in their lives, I think it's hard for me and hard for them. There's a lot going on for them, and I know that it can be confusing, and it just, you know, makes me upset, especially because we sat in front of a therapist, we said what we thought was best for the kids, we felt like a lot of changes have been made lately, and that this wasn't the best time. Do you want to go in the living room? Scott and I went to therapy today for the first time since he introduced the kids to his girlfriend, but it's just hard to go when I'm the only one who's actually, you know, doing what we speak about, and following. SCOTT: How do you feel like today went? KOURTNEY: It's, like, hard to communicate in that way. SCOTT: What, normal? You were pretty annoying for a little bit, but... KOURTNEY: Why? SCOTT: It was really sweet when you told me that you allow me to be friends with your family. KOURTNEY: I'm saying be appreciative of what you have. SCOTT: Hey, you don't think I'm extremely appreciative? KOURTNEY: Not when you just do whatever you want. SCOTT: What's whatever I want? Live my life the exact same way you're living it? KOURTNEY: It's not... it's called giving someone a heads-up, and having a respectful conversation, giving someone the respect. SCOTT: Sometimes, you want to do certain things, or you map out certain things, but they don't always go as planned. KOURTNEY: Yeah, but that could also just be an excuse. I make sacrifices all the time, and you're not following through with the things that you say you're gonna do. You just go and do whatever you want and I'm not okay with it. SCOTT: Do you think you're difficult, or no? KOURTNEY: No. ]] SCOTT: No? KOURTNEY: No. SCOTT: Do you think you're overly controlling? KOURTNEY: No. SCOTT: Okay. KOURTNEY: I did have to be, with you, in our relationship. SCOTT: Okay. KOURTNEY: But... SCOTT: Do you think there's any chance that you could ever be in denial about anything? KOURTNEY: No. SCOTT: Okay, I rest my case. KOURTNEY: I expect a lot for my kids, I want the best for them. SCOTT: I think you expect a lot from a lot of people, but... KOURTNEY: I do. SCOTT: Not always, can your expectations always be met... KOURTNEY: I understand that. SCOTT: Even though people are trying their hardest to please you. KOURTNEY: And I understand that I'm a perfectionist, and whenever... SCOTT: Well, you're something. KOURTNEY: I'm actually... try to not be controlling. SCOTT: I will bet you $ billion there's not a human being that you know that won't go with what exactly I just said. Family Feud? KRIS: We're supposed to play in, like, hours, and the. Hiltons pulled out. KIM: Kanye's coming. I don't know why he wouldn't, like, just do it. I got to jump ship, though. (laughing): Yeah. KRIS: When Kourtney gets upset, she often responds the same way I do, which isn't pretty. SCOTT: She just fires these mssile at me. KRIS: She's trying to cope. SCOTT: I will bet you $ billion there's not a human being that you know that won't go with what exactly I just said. Your own family, anybody. There's not one person. So you're in denial. You want to go tell your therapist this, be my guest. KOURTNEY: Don't turn this around on me. You're not gonna paint me out to be some way that I'm not. We have rules. Kids need rules, it's not hard. It's not complicated. SCOTT: It's not, you're right. KOURTNEY: I'm not being overly crazy. SCOTT: But you're out of your mind if you think I'm wrong. KOURTNEY: When we agree to something, you have to follow it. Scott knows that it gets to me when he calls me controlling, because he knows, like, that's how I had to be, in the relationship, but me being controlling or not being controlling has nothing to do with what's going on here. He just tries to get everyone on his side and be... play the victim. And it's really not fair. I've been doing pretty much everything since day one, and if you're not able to follow the guidelines... SCOTT: It ain't easy. You're sick, girl. Not controlling. ♪ ♪ KENDALL: You have the best snacks. KHLOE: Kendall, that Oreo cake is probably amazing. KENDALL: I don't really like Oreos. KHLOE: Kendall? Okay, just have one bite. KENDALL: I'm eating fruit snacks. KHLOE: MJ can't commit to until Saturday, and we're doing it on Saturday, 'cause she just doesn't know how she feels. Family Feud with us? KIM: You should totally do it. It is... it's all I watch, every night. KENDALL: Never seen it. KIM: Kendall. Like, oh, my God, I'm so excited, if you were to do it. KENDALL: Saturday? KIM: Mm-hmm. This would be so good for us, as a family... that feuds. KENDALL: I guess, yeah, I'll do it, sure. I just jump in when I know something, right? KIM: I mean, when it's your turn, but you think about it. KENDALL: It's a turn? It's a turn? Oh, my God, guys, I can't do this. KHLOE: Kendall, I'll give you the answer. KIM: Nothing to be scared of. KENDALL: I'm standing next to Khloe, so she can whisper things to me. Like, that's my dream of life. KENDALL: Oh, my God. I'm offended... KIM: This is, like, the best day of my life. KENDALL: That I was added last minute. KIM: 'Cause we never thought you'd want to do it. We thought, never in a million years would you want to do it. KENDALL: No, I'm a little nervous. KHLOE: "Name an occupation" that would be bad for someone with claustrophobia." KENDALL: Ooh. KHLOE: Hurry up, she's gonna bat us. ]] KENDALL: Oh, name an occupation... okay, um, uh, tunnel digging, like, uh, what is it called? KHLOE: "Tunnel digging..." KENDALL: No, no, no. So, uh... KHLOE: Seven seconds! KENDALL: Cave... cave... KHLOE: Cave diver! KENDALL: No, not... Coal mining, that's what I'm thinking. (buzzer sounds) KHLOE: Well, you said "cave" "digging." ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: Kim, when you sit down, your butt looks so huge. KRIS: That's not very nice. KOURTNEY: She likes having a big butt. ]] KIM: No, I don't. I cry about it on the daily. KRIS: No, she doesn't. KHLOE: Oh, mine used to be. I used to have the best ass. The best ass. KRIS: You still have the best little booty. KHLOE: Oh, it's not little. (laughter) KRIS: Should we talk about. Family Feud? Family. Feud? KRIS: We're supposed to play in, like, hours and the Hiltons pulled out. KOURTNEY: Why did they pull out? KHLOE: 'Cause they were probably scared 'cause we're so. Family Feud. KRIS: How great would it be if Kanye played and had a team? KIM: Kanye's coming. I don't know why he wouldn't, like, just do it. I bet if I said, "Look, like, you know, the other family" pulled out..." I got to jump ship, though, and go on his team. KRIS: Oh, no, no, no, no. You're already on our team. KIM: I know, but he doesn't... he doesn't have a lot of family here. Who else, if we need another team? KHLOE: The whole purpose of was for you. KRIS: Yeah, me, too, and now you're gonna jump to another team? KHLOE: And you were the best one. KIM: You know who would be amazing is Jonathan. KHLOE: Love Jonathan and all but he's not a Kardashian, so why on earth... KIM: Well, I'm just, I'm trying to help. This is really hard. No one's really interested. Kylie won't do it. Kourtney won't do it. And Rob won't do it. We're kind of out of family members. (line ringing) JONATHAN: Hello? KRIS: Hey, Jonathan. JONATHAN: Hey, Kris. KRIS: So, we're sitting here in a bit of a panic. JONATHAN: What happened now? When you say that, things come to my head. KRIS: I know, well, we were suppos... we're-we're doing like, tomorrow. Like... JONATHAN: Get out of here. KRIS: Yes. And the other family dropped out at the last minute and now Kim's gonna jump ship and... KIM: So it could be, like, the Kardashians versus the. Wests, but now I have to be on his team and now we're short a player. JONATHAN: Are you inviting me to play? KIM: Yes, but where are you? KRIS: Yeah, where are you and what are you doing tomorrow? JONATHAN: Well, I'm actually in Miami and I'm-I'm hosting this... I'm, like, a judge in-in this Burger Bash thing that Guy. Fieri's hosting. We're tasting, like, burgers. KIM: Ew. JONATHAN: That's what we do. We're foodies. KRIS: So, what time are you done with eating your burgers? JONATHAN: Uh, midnight. That means I'd have to get on a plane in the middle of the night and come straight there. KIM: That's possible. JONATHAN: Well, if somebody can find me a flight, I'll just come with burgers inside of me and get there. KIM: Oh, my God, we so can make it happen. JONATHAN: Let me know. KIM: Okay. This is so perfect. Kanye is, like, so good. I definitely should go to the West side. Family just to lose again. KHLOE: You were our team captain. KIM: Well, you guys, we need to play. We need to get it together. It's just for fun. KRIS: So, you guys who watch every single day and practice are gonna win. KIM (laughing): Yeah. KRIS: Jonathan! Welcome to Los Angeles. JONATHAN: Hi, guys. KIM: Are you doing it or just watching? ]] MJ: I don't know. Is Jonathan coming? KIM: Jonathan is here. I love my grandma and in a perfect world she should be on the team. Someone has to talk to Jonathan. KHLOE: It's your friend. KIM: I'm not doing that. KANYE: No, Jonathan's a big boy. KHLOE: It's such a cluster (bleep). Everyone's fighting. There's real family feuds going. Family Feud. ♪ ♪ KIM: Hey. (Khloe scoffs) KIM: "Ugh"? What's the "ugh"? KHLOE: Oh, no... ]] KIM: Ugh. KHLOE: Just 'cause your sunglasses are on still. I love when you do that. KRIS: (clears throat) How many weeks are you now? KHLOE: I have weeks and four days. Dr. Peter said when I have colostrum... what is that? KRIS: Yeah. KHLOE: That I'm allowed to have a drink. KRIS: Oh, %. And a painkiller. KHLOE: Yeah. 'Cause I mean, you just popped a baby out of your puss. They've got to give you something to numb the pain. (Kris laughs) KIM: Ugh, my hand hurts. I forgot my brace. Paxy? Will you come over here and help me? KHLOE: What are you having her do? KIM: The doctor said I can only hold my phone like this. Okay. Will you do a video? KRIS: Kim. What, you bring your own... KIM: Yeah. So I'm having Paxy take my pic so I can rest my hands. KRIS: Oh, my God. KIM: Hey, guys, so tomorrow, I am launching my Valentine's. Day candy Kimoji Hearts perfume. Check it out. KRIS: What are you gonna do, take Paxy with you wherever you go? ]] KIM: Mm-hmm. KRIS: That is crazy. KIM: Cute. KHLOE: That one's good. KRIS: Actually, I think Kim might be on to something. KIM: Doesn't that look like a selfie? ]] KHLOE: Yeah. KRIS: It'll protect Kim's hand without missing a bat on social media. Paxy should be on your payroll. I'm definitely gonna poach Paxy to be my selfie assistant. KHLOE: You got a long-ass arm, girl. KRIS: Well, I hope you feel better. No one wants you out of commission, missy. KIM: 'Cause you don't want to be out of commission yourself. KRIS: That's right. Literally. (Khloe laughs) ♪ ♪ KRIS: Do you think it's possible to be addicted to throat lozenges? SCOTT: (sighs) So you're saying you're addicted to sucking on something? (Kris laughs) Yeah, it could happen. Remember I called you the other day and I was just talking to you about, like, Kourt and the kids and everything and, like... KRIS: Mm-hmm. SCOTT: Yeah, whatever it was, months ago, when her boyfriend met the kids, she never told me upfront. It was unexpected. It was an accident. And instead of getting angry, I mean, I knew that was part of life. Then kids ended up meeting without her knowing and this and that and then she fires these mssile at me and I was like, "Listen, I'm trying to do the best I can." KRIS: Yeah. I think she is trying to cope. When Kourtney gets upset, she often responds the same way I do, which isn't pretty and I think that when it comes to one's kids, and you're the mom and they live primarily with her, you have a great deal of control, everything's the way you want it. When... I remember when my kids used to go to their dad's, it's the hardest thing in the world to surrender. And being a mom is the biggest job of your life. SCOTT: Yeah. I get that now. KRIS: It's the hardest thing you'll ever do and it's the most important thing you'll ever do. And so, her response and her reaction, although it was not what you would've loved, you just have to remember that it's hard on everybody. SCOTT: After talking to Kris, I realize that she's been there and she gets it more than anybody. My biggest mistake was not being as clear as possible. Should've told Kourtney exactly what was happening. And I do realize this is something that can be hard for somebody, but by no means was I looking to make this any harder. I truly don't want Kourtney to hurt about anything. KRIS: You know, it takes a minute. It took me five years after I got divorced to really find a happy place where everybody was really settled and cool. SCOTT: I think like you said, it's just a transition and it takes some time. ]] KRIS: Yeah. SCOTT: And I feel like there's gonna be little bumps in the road, but we're getting there. KRIS: I'm really proud of you. ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: I haven't been on a horse in years. KENDALL: Thank you. INSTRUCTOR: One, two, three. Jump. ]] KOURTNEY: Aah! (laughter) INSTRUCTOR: He'll go where you want to go. Just kind of think of your hands and your legs as being the railroad track. She's doing well. Okay, ready? MAN: Awesome. KOURTNEY (laughing): Oh, my. God, I feel like I'm gonna, like, fall forward. MAN: There you go. INSTRUCTOR: Whoa! MAN: Look at you. Good job. KOURTNEY: Yay, Ken. (laughter) KENDALL: She's leaning so far forward. Kourtney, why are you leaning forward? KOURTNEY (laughing): I don't know. Oh, my God. KENDALL: That's hilarious. (laughs) INSTRUCTOR: Gently holding onto the rein. Awesome. You did it. KOURTNEY: Bye, horse. KENDALL: Thank you, guys. INSTRUCTOR: You're so welcome. KENDALL: Do you want that gray hair or do you want me to get it for you? KOURTNEY: Where? KENDALL: Right here. Literally right in front. It's so gray. KOURTNEY: Let me see. Oh, it's this long? KENDALL (laughing): Yeah. KOURTNEY: Do you think it just grew really fast or do you think it's been there? KENDALL (laughing): I think it's been there. Right? I don't think they grow that fast. KOURTNEY: I think it, maybe it just grew overnight. So, I just had therapy with Scott. KENDALL: Ooh, how was it? KOURTNEY: It was good. KENDALL: I like that you guys still go. KOURTNEY: It's, like, we have to talk, like, really proper, like, with this girl and be like, "I feel..." Or, like, instead of saying, "Well, you did it because "da-da-da," like, you can't do, like, mind reading. So I have to say, "I'm guessing that you did this because blah", blah, blah, blah." Like, instead of just saying you did it because whatever. KENDALL: Has he brought her around more? KOURTNEY: I don't know. I mean, he just apologized. KENDALL: That's good. KOURTNEY: I did see his side a little bit 'cause I was like, "I feel like you're doing things selfishly." And he's like, "I'm doing things for myself, but also because it" makes me happy and I'm putting that onto the kids. Like, they can know, and I don't want to lie to them and I don't want them to think that I'm not being truthful about certain "things." So... KENDALL: Yeah. That makes sense. ]] KOURTNEY: Yeah. After our last fight, Scott and I had another therapy session and he apologized. I'm not trying to control the situation, you know. That's just me being an involved mother. Ultimately, we're going to have disagreements, but I think we do a really amazing job of getting along and working together and, you know, trying to do our best to really just put the kids first. ♪ ♪ KHLOE: Kanye's family, with his cousins, they think they have this in the bag. We're like, "(bleep) it." Whatever." SCOTT: Something wrong with her hand? KOURTNEY: She has carpal tunnel. ]] SCOTT: Wow. (Kim grunts) ♪ ♪ KRIS: Jonathan! Welcome to Los Angeles. JONATHAN: Hi, guys. What's up? ]] KRIS: Mwah. So happy you're here. JONATHAN: I'm so happy to be here. Straight from Miami at : in the morning. Wow. KRIS: Kanye hijacked my team. JONATHAN: How did this happen? So I am your... KRIS: Yeah, you're my family. JONATHAN: That's it. KRIS: That's all I got left. JONATHAN: Well, it's good enough, trust me. KRIS: I know. KIM: Are you doing it or just watching? MJ: I don't know. Is Jonathan coming? KIM: Jonathan is here. KRIS: There's Pollyanna. KHLOE: Mom, stop calling me (bleep) Pollyanna. I'm not (bleep) Pollyanna. KRIS: Oh, my God. The hormones have kicked in. Full speed ahead. CICI: Hi. ]] KANYE: Hi. CICI: I'm so glad you're here, but you took Kim off our team. KANYE: You guys are still gonna do good. MJ: Hi. How are you? I've missed you so much. KANYE: You look great. KIM: So, Jonathan came and now my grandma's here. I mean, the fact that he flew all the way over here and that my grandma showed up. WOMAN: And she's, by the way, glammed and looks amazing. KIM: And the fact that she spent all that time. KANYE: I like it when the. Family Feud. That'd be, like, fresh. KHLOE: Oh, there you are. No, no, no. Excuse me. I am so over both you two. (whispering): Jonathan should not be on our team. KIM: I know, but we flew him out, we flew him out. KHLOE: But you were "doll-hauling" to fly him out. No one else was. KIM: Because Mom couldn't get ahold of Grandma. KHLOE: That's just so lame. KIM: I mean, I love my grandma, obviously, and in a perfect world, she should be on the team, for sure, but how do I break the news to Jonathan that he's not gonna play when he just got on a plane at the drop of a dime? I wouldn't waste someone's time like that. Wait, you guys. What do we do about Jonathan? 'Cause grandma's here. TRACY: He's in hair and makeup right now by the way. KHLOE: I want... put grandma in it; Tell Jonathan sorry. TRACY: You can't add, like, a sixth player? CICI: It really hurt her feelings. She does want to play, but she's saying she doesn't. KIM: Okay, so someone has to talk to Jonathan. KHLOE: It's your friend. KIM: And I'm not doing that. KHLOE: It's such a cluster (bleep). Everyone's fighting. There's real family feuds going. Family Feud. KIM: Let's go talk to Mom. KENDALL: So it's gonna be Mom first. KHLOE: Wait, hold on. We all think MJ should be on. Family Feud. This is the Kardashians, and she wants to play. She's saying she doesn't 'cause she feels bad. And Kim doesn't want to tell. Jonathan, but, like, Jonathan's not part of our family. It's (bleep) weird. KRIS: Jonathan just flew here from Miami. KHLOE: We don't care. He's still here and we're fine. KENDALL: So why isn't. Jonathan on Kim's team? KHLOE: Yeah, so if Kim wants him, Kim should have him. COREY: They're still missing two players, by the way. KRIS: Yeah, Jonathan should be on your team. KIM: Okay, but how do we tell his cousins? KRIS: Well, you just tell them. He flew here all the way from. Miami. You're the one who flew him here. ]] COREY: I'll tell him. KIM: No, no, no. You tell... Wait. I got to call Kanye in here. Babe, babe, will you come in here? KANYE: Yeah, hold up. KRIS: Why doesn't someone... KIM: So excited, she, like, woke up early, got her hair and makeup done. KANYE: No, Jonathan's a big boy. KRIS: Can't Jonathan be on your team? KANYE: No, we got enough people. KRIS: I thought you were missing two people. KHLOE: Why can't you guys just tell Jonathan he can't play? Like, what's the big deal? KIM: 'Cause he flew all the way from Miami, got up at : in the morning to come, and he had an event. No, he had an event today. KRIS: She said she didn't know if she would feel good today or not, and it was a ht or miss, and I said, "Well, we can't have a ht or miss." KANYE: Y'all look so fresh with her. She's so, like, regal and, like, smart and, like, so fresh. KIM: So we got to kick someone off of your team. KANYE: Why? For Jonathan? KIM: Yeah. We flew him out. KANYE: I love Jonathan. I'm not finna kick one of my family members off of TV they first time on TV for Jonathan. Jonathan get on TV all the time and stuff. KRIS: Why don't you go talk to MJ, Kim? KIM: 'Cause, Mom, I... KHLOE: This is your thing. KIM: No. This is your mother. ♪ ♪ CICI: Oh, hi. KRIS: Where's my mom? CICI: She's in the ladies room. KRIS: Did you tell everybody that her feelings were hurt because she wasn't gonna do the show? CICI: No, I said... KRIS: 'Cause we flew Jonathan here from Miami in the middle of the night, so why start this this morning? CICI: Well, 'cause they asked me. ]] KRIS: Who asked you? CICI: Kim. She said, "I didn't know my" grandma was here. Why isn't she on the show?" KRIS: Yeah, because nobody knew she was coming, and then she said she wanted to come watch. CICI: Listen, I just told the truth. KRIS: I know, but... be a politician. So are her feelings hurt? CICI: Ask her. KRIS: Mom! CICI: She says no. KRIS: Well, then why would you say they are? CICI: 'Cause she's also said they were. KRIS: Okay, you said that you didn't know if you were gonna feel well or not today, so we had to fly Jonathan in from. Miami. No, I'm just saying. I know, but I'm... Now, Cici was saying that your feelings were hurt. MJ: No, I didn't. KRIS: Because you weren't on the show, and I just want to make sure that we have this right. MJ: No, no. That wasn't about Jonathan. KRIS: We can't just tell... a TV show with hundreds of people. MJ: I already have a lady taking me to the audience. KRIS: Kim created this mess, and I have to clean it up. Just another fre to put out. (laughs) Oh, my God. They're trying to figure it out. They can tell Jonathan he can't be on the show if you want to be on it. MJ: No, Jonathan's fine. Like I said, he's young and he'll know all the answers. KRIS: Can somebody go talk to her? WOMAN: Tracy? KRIS: It has to be somebody with a softer approach. I'm being too direct. TRACY: Do you want me to go talk to her? KRIS: Yeah. TRACY: I'll get the final answer. Hi, MJ. Did you want to do it? Are you doing it? MJ: No, Jonathan's doing it. TRACY: But the thing is, if you want to do it... MJ: No, no, I don't want to take his place 'cause he had to come a long ways. TRACY: I think he'll be totally fine and understand. MJ: No, I would've loved to have done it, but if Jonathan came all that way, that's fine. STEVE: Ideally, what do you want to work out? COREY: MJ just stand next to you and... ]] STEVE: Who's MJ? COREY: That's her mother. STEVE: That's the grandma? COREY: That's the boss. KRIS: We flew somebody in last night because we didn't have a player, and now my mom is like, "Well, what about me?" And I'm like, "Oh, my God." COREY: She really wants to play, like, she thinks she was playing. TRACY: She doesn't want to be in the way, but she does want... I know she wants to play. STEVE: Let me solve this problem. Let me get Gaby. She's executive producer. She's the only one who can solve this problem. KRIS: I mean, there's just not even any words for how ridiculous it is that Steve Harvey then has to step in and try to figure this mess out for us, so that everybody's happy. KIM: Jonathan, have you heard the drama? JONATHAN: Nothing. What happened? I was in hair and makeup. I haven't even changed yet. COREY: So we got this fixed. So it's all done. STEVE: We gonna put the grandmother next to Kris. They're gonna share a mic. They can argue and discuss they answers. First time they've ever done six, but y'all special, they gonna make it happen for you. KIM: They were about to kick you off. I really fought hard for you. JONATHAN: I would've literally, it would've been a brawl in here after this hell. KIM: Honestly, Steve Harvey really came through and figured this out for us. The Kardashian side could have six players. Everyone can play, and I think it still evens out. Still a fair trade. KENDALL: How much longer do you think? KHLOE: They're ready for us as soon as we're ready, so everyone use the restroom and do what they got to do. KRIS: Okay. MAN: So nice to meet you. WOMAN: Wait with me. MAN: Right this way. This way, you guys. KIM: I think I can take on the fact that that team has more players, and I feel really confident about my team. I mean, it's me and Kanye for sure. We definitely are gonna win this. ♪ ♪ MAN: Right this way. Right this way, you guys. (indistinct chatter) KHLOE: The audience doesn't know it's us. Family Feud! Family Feud. KENDALL: I'm so nervous 'cause I just say stupid things, so I feel like I would blurt out something stupid, and I don't, I don't really watch the show, to be honest, so I... yeah. I just don't know how this whole thing works. ANNOUNCER: Are you ready, Kardashians? (Audience cheering) KHLOE: There's supposed to be five people on each team. We're the morons who have six people now. I don't even know what's going on, just smile for the camera. STEVE: I don't know if you will ever see all of them together again like this on the show, but we got them right now. KHLOE: Kanye, he's an expert at Family Feud. Him and Kim watch this every night together. KIM: Go! ]] KRIS: Uh-oh. KHLOE: They study it, they play this game. STEVE: Name a reason you think Steve Harvey's a good kisser. ]] KANYE: Lips. (bell rings) KHLOE: And, of course, the first round, we lost. I don't want to look like a moron. I came here for (bleep) Kimberly, and now she's not even on my team. STEVE: If you had a wild party, and everyone is naked, name someone you'd hate to see show up. KENDALL: I ht the buzzer a little bit slower, but... KIM WALLACE: My dad. KENDALL: Her answer just wasn't as good as mine. Donald Trump. (laughter) KHLOE: Kendall is actually really good. Then the Kardashians pick up the pace. STEVE: Name an animal with spots. ]] CICI: A Dalmatian. JONATHAN: What about a leopard? KRIS: A cheetah? At the end of the day, truth prevails. STEVE: This is for the win, a cheetah. (Bell rings) (audience cheers) KRIS: We won. Yep, that'll show you, Kim. (buzzer sounds) KENDALL: You could've been on the winning side, but you left us. KIM: Kanye's cousins sunk it for us, not gonna lie. KHLOE: Kim, that's what you (bleep) get for leaving our team. Family Loser. ♪ ♪ REIGN: Watch, Mommy, watch. KOURTNEY: Is this not the cutest kid in the universe? Where'd she come from? SCOTT: Is something wrong with her hand? KOURTNEY: She has carpal tunnel. SCOTT: From taking selfies? KIM: Yeah. I have to do, like, tons of exercises. KOURTNEY: She had such a problem that she was making Paxy take the selfies. SCOTT: Can't you put your finger on the back? KIM: No, the doctor just says, like, this motion isn't good, like, it should be more pointed down. Like a straight wrist. SCOTT: That's not good for business. KIM: I know, so I got to do what I got to do, so I'm just doubling up on exercises, and it's all good. I did it. I limited taking selfies and Snapchats, and my wrist really was better. KRIS: I still think you have a bit of an obsession. KIM: It's, like, legit how I make my money, so you should be, like, begging me to stay on. KRIS: Get that money, honey. Get it. KIM: I'm, like, fully healed. KOURTNEY: I'm gonna challenge you, make you open a jar. KIM: With my wrist? I can open a jar. KOURTNEY: Yeah. No. KIM: I'll go get a jar of pickles. SCOTT: Can you get me a kosher pickle? REIGN: f*re. (Kim grunts) KOURTNEY: Does that hurt? KIM: Mm-mm. KOURTNEY: I think it does. Maybe... % sure. KIM: (grunting) I (bleep) really can't do this. KOURTNEY: You work out, like, four days a week. KIM: This is a problem. (grunting) I literally can't open it. Oh, my God. KOURTNEY: Let me see if... I just want to see if I can open it. ]] KIM: That is... SCOTT: Sounds like you're giving birth in here. KIM: You couldn't either. KOURTNEY: Hold on. I'm very strong. (Grunting) (laughs) KIM: We cannot open this jar. No, see if Scott can. KOURTNEY: (grunting) I'm stronger than Scott. SCOTT: Let me see. KIM: On the next episode... What the (bleep) is going on? KOURTNEY: We're doing a flash mob. We're gonna embarrass Kim. KHLOE: Oh, my God. CHOREOGRAPHER: Ah, da, ah, boom, ah. KOURTNEY: Wait, what? Who's your guardian if something happens to you? It's me, right? KHLOE: I'm going back and forth between Kourtney or Kim. KRIS: You just have to think where would I want my child being raised? KOURTNEY: Did you decide what you're doing?	{"type": "series", "show": "Keeping Up With the Kardashians", "episode": "15x05 - The Family Feud"}	foreverdreaming
Keeping Up with the Kardashians... Kim is my best friend right now. KIM: No one understands us like us. KHLOE: We should T.P. Mom's home. KIM: She's coming! Khloe! Khloe and I are really vibing right now a lot, so I want to be there for her to pick her up and do exactly what she would do for me. Guys, I want you to meet. La'Reina. ]] ALL: Hi! KRIS: Hi, La'Reina! LA'REINA: Oh. KIM: Our surrogate is such a nice person. My family absolutely loves her. KRIS: Without you, this wouldn't have been possible, so we can't say thank you enough. KIM: Surrogacy is such a beautiful thing and we're just so excited to welcome our baby girl. We're getting close. NORTH: Welcome to the baby shower! KRIS: Thank you so much. KIM: The baby shower turned out so beautiful. I wanted it to be girly and just sweet. And it was perfect. KRIS: We're so excited for. Kim's baby number three. NORTH: Lucky number seven! KHLOE: Yeah, Kourt! Keeping Up with the Kardashians... KHLOE: Yeah. ROBERT: Swoop, pop. Come on. Swoop... KOURTNEY: So we're doing a flash mob. KHLOE: But why is it for Kim? KOURTNEY: To, like, remind her that you don't have to take yourself so seriously. KHLOE: Oh, my God. I can't wait for this. KOURTNEY: Whoo! Whoo! KIM: Oh. What the (bleep) is going on? KOURTNEY: Who's your guardian if something happens to you? It's me, right? KHLOE: Um... Picking both Kourtney and Kim is just gonna cause so much conflict. This is gonna be the tough decision. I've got to witness your parenting skills versus. Kourtney's parenting skills. KIM: Whose do you like better? I have no baby names. KHLOE: But baby names is the hardest part. KIM: Like, none. JONATHAN: Is the baby due, like, any day? KIM: It's due Sunday. JONATHAN: Because just-just so you know, the tradition is that I'm always... KIM: He's always in town. JONATHAN: In town by accident. LA'REINA: Really? KIM: It's, like, reality. Like, she's coming any minute. MJ: Oh, there's our baby. KRIS: She's so cute. ♪ ♪ KIM: Knock, knock. Guess what I have? KHLOE: What is it? KIM: I am gonna make all of your stretch mark dreams come true. KHLOE: I don't have a stretch mark yet. KIM: (grunts) I know. I'm gonna make sure you don't. Okay, so, I am gonna make you bone broth. And it is supposed to reduce... KHLOE: Can't you just buy this out of a can or something? Like what Kourt does? KIM: Oh, but it's like the all natural. KHLOE: Oh. KIM: With apple cider vinegar. A little thyme. Black pepper. Chicken bones... from carcasses. KHLOE: I'm not eating a carcass. KIM: Two chicken feet. KHLOE: Okay, stop. Is this a prank? KIM: I went and picked it out. ]] KHLOE: Why would you buy this? It's a childlike hand. KIM: Put those in here. Just bring the whole thing and put it in here. Ew. The fact that you're picking that up... ew. KHLOE: I really can't talk about it anymore. I need, like, a (bleep) vaccine. This is absolutely disgusting. KIM: All right, so, this has to sit here for six to eight hours. KHLOE: What?! KIM: Yeah. Oh, I'm exhausted after all of that. KHLOE: I think you got to plug it in. You have to plug in the. Crock-Pot. Kim! You got to plug this in. This girl, I swear. ♪ ♪ DENNIS: Hey, you guys. KOURTNEY: Hi. How are you? DENNIS: Good to see you. How are you? LARSA: Nice seeing you. DENNIS: Good to see you. LARSA: Hey. HARRY: Hi, how're you doing? KOURTNEY: This is Harry. DENNIS: Hey, Harry. I'm Dennis. Nice to meet you. HARRY: Nice to meet you. KOURTNEY: Harry had a single come out today. HARRY: Yes. DENNIS: Oh, wow. LARSA: Congratulations. HARRY: How are you? KOURTNEY: I need to listen to it. Wait, so, you know what Larsa and I are doing right now? They're gonna take our blood, and they put it on our skin, and then they roll it with needles and it goes into your face. And it's just, like... HARRY: No way. KOURTNEY: I swear. Into here. HARRY: Really? LARSA: It just revi... like, revitalizes your face. KOURTNEY: It's really good for your skin. HARRY: I don't know if you're lying or not. KOURTNEY: I swear. DENNIS: No, really. LARSA: He's like, "Who would" do that?" Harry, don't go too far. We might need you. HARRY: Oh. I'm thinking about being a club promoter. ]] LARSA: Totally. Like, on... like, once a year? HARRY: Yeah. KOURTNEY: Larsa's spent more time in the club... (laughter) LARSA: Than the DJs? KOURTNEY: (chuckles) Yeah. LARSA: Stop. I like... I like music and I like to dance. Kourtney, I feel like we should do a hip-hop class. KOURTNEY: A hip-hop class? LARSA: Yeah. HARRY: That would be fre. LARSA: Isn't that so sick? HARRY: You guys would kll that. LARSA: And I feel like we have to convince Kim to do it, too. ]] HARRY: That's genius. KOURTNEY: Oh, my God. She's the worst dancer. LARSA: That's why she needs lessons. Her husband's a rapper, she needs to learn how to dance. KOURTNEY: I mean, she did and she got kicked off... HARRY: She did? (Laughs) That's so funny. I didn't know that. KOURTNEY: I feel like none of us in our family are, like, great dancers. INSTRUCTOR: You know how to dance salsa? ]] KHLOE: No. KIM: No. INSTRUCTOR: Actually, it's very simple. One, two, three. And five, six, seven. One, two, three. And five, six, seven. YOUNES: You didn't dance yet? KOURTNEY: Yes. YOUNES: Yeah, you did? Well, don't stop because I'm here. KOURTNEY: I think it would be fun if we had some dance moves. And I've been trying to not take myself so seriously, and just do more fun things, so I want to spice up our lives a little. Why not? LARSA: Kourtney, are we doing this? ]] KOURTNEY: Yes. LARSA: Let's start in hip-hop. KOURTNEY: Okay. HARRY: Wow. Honestly, you have to dance. (Larsa laughs) ♪ ♪ KIM: Hi. ]] LA'REINA: Hi. KIM: How are you? LA'REINA: Good. JONATHAN: Oh, my God. KIM: Wait, so you had a bad night? ]] LA'REINA: Yeah. I was, like, I started having, like, pains, like, at like : . I felt so much pressure, so I'm like, "Okay, let's see if I'm" "dilating or anything this morning." So... KIM: That's how I was. Like, I thought I was giving birth on a plane at six months once. LA'REINA: Yes. Ugh. My goodness, it feels like it. KIM: I was like, "I'm not gonna call anyone," and you're... And then... ]] LA'REINA: Yeah. JONATHAN: So is-is the baby due, like, any day? KIM: It's due Sunday. LA'REINA: Sunday. JONATHAN: Because just-just so you know, the tradition is that I'm always... KIM: He's always in town. JONATHAN: In town, by accident, unplanned. LA'REINA: Really? Please stay in town. JONATHAN: By the way, every single time it happens that I'm here. This is the craziest thing. KIM: How long are you here for? JONATHAN: Till Wednesday. KIM: Okay, then it'll come before Wednesday. JONATHAN: It's happening. So, just so you know, it's %. Every time. She knows. LA'REINA: Oh, my gosh. I think... I think my body is, like, preparing. JONATHAN: Wow. This is so exciting. KIM: It's so crazy, right? JONATHAN: Yeah. Yeah. KIM: Yeah. It's, like, reality. Like, she's coming any minute. I think when you have a surrogate, you don't feel the everyday pains, and it just, like, kind of creeps up on you. It's just crazy how fast it comes. I got a call from my sister and she was like, "All right, like", the baby's head's low, I think this is it." And I was like, "Wait, you're having your baby before me and" I'm due before you?" CRANE: Hello. LA'REINA: Oh. JONATHAN: Hi. CRANE: Hello. JONATHAN: How are you? KIM: This is my best friend, Jonathan. CRANE: Hey. How are you? LA'REINA: Hi. CRANE: And you're hiding in the corner, huh? LA'REINA: I know. CRANE: Well, let's hope your cervix is getting ready. LA'REINA: Let's hope. CRANE: All right, let's have a quickie look. Can you turn the light out? So, the head is-is getting down there. It's a little bit lower. The nice news is everything looks normal and healthy. Your amniotic fluid is excellent. LA'REINA: Perfect. CRANE: So from that perspective, I'm pretty sure we could go a few more days. LA'REINA: Good. CRANE: There's the heart beating away. Really nice and steady. It's getting into a good position with the spine. See that? JONATHAN: Look at the little spine. CRANE: But honestly, I think what we should just do is talk day-to-day. KIM: Okay. I have another appointment, so I think I'll run. LA'REINA: Okay. KIM: Will you text me as soon as you're done? LA'REINA: Oh, of course. KIM: I just want to know cervix. LA'REINA: I will let you know. I promise. JONATHAN: This is gonna be so exciting. All right, bye, guys. LA'REINA: Bye. ♪ ♪ SCOTT: Want to sit here? KHLOE: No, I'll sit on the black one, the contrast. SCOTT: (laughs) It'll really pop off. KHLOE: Ooh. So, Tristan and I were talking about godparents. And I was giving him a suggestion. "Hey, like, so who are we gonna put, like, God forbid something bad happens to us?" And he got, like, really bothered by that conversation. And he just doesn't want to think about that, which I get. It's scary. But I think after you've lost a parent, you think about those things more. SCOTT: When I first started dating Kourtney, when I was, like, early s, and then she got pregnant, and we started talking about making a will, and who our child would go to if we ever got into an accident, and at that time, I hadn't lost anybody. Not my mom, not my dad, like, nobody. ]] KHLOE: Right. SCOTT: And she'd lost your father, so she was like, "These are real things that do happen." KHLOE: Right. SCOTT: "And we need to" "discuss," and I was like... KHLOE: And you thought it was so weird. SCOTT: I couldn't handle it. I just wanted to shut down. Then, later in life, once I saw it happen, I realized... KHLOE: Now you're like, "You're gonna die, and you're gonna die." SCOTT: I was like, "Hey, turns out you're all out of" here." I understand where Tristan's coming from. It's hard to talk about. It's also weird having a baby, and then knowing that you're responsible for somebody forever. It's like... it's a lot. KHLOE: I am a huge planner. I love to be prepared. Like, that's just how I am. And I always felt Kourtney would be the godparent of my child, but lately, I've been watching. Kimberly. She's been someone that I really gravitate to, as a mom. So, I mean, it's a tough choice between Kourtney and Kim. For legal guardianship or whatever, like, obviously I want to talk to Tristan and make, like, a decision on this, like, what do we want for our daughter? KIM: My beautiful little baby girl Chicago is finally here. MJ: She's so beautiful. KRIS: She's so cute. KOURTNEY: We're doing a flash mob. KENDALL: I just think that's hilarious. ]] KHLOE: Oh, my God. I can't wait for this. Yeah! ROBERT: Swoop, pop! Come on, swoop... KHLOE: Yeah, Kourt! KOURTNEY: My next job is a flash mobber. Do you have some kind of agreement in place? Like, who's your guardian if something happens to you? It's me, right? KHLOE: Um... KOURTNEY: I don't know why this is even something Khloe has to think about. ♪ ♪ KIM: I need to get my eyebrows done, maybe Sunday. JONATHAN: What's wrong with them? KIM: I'll show you the picture. Where is this? It's got to be here. Someone wrote it. It said, "What, is she trying to" scare the kids for Halloween?" JONATHAN: (laughs) Girl, that looks scary as (bleep). That looks like, "Oh, God, you" "devil." KIM: 'Cause they're just going up, but my face was down and I was like this. Like... JONATHAN: Right. KIM: But, like, how does this not happen? JONATHAN: That's funny. KIM: Oh, thank you. SERVER: You're welcome. JONATHAN: Yo. KOURTNEY: Do you guys have gluten-free soy sauce? And can I have a green tea, please? ]] SERVER : Sure. KIM: I'm not that good at chopsticks; I don't know how to use chopsticks. Do you want the rubber band ones? ]] KIM: Pretty much. KOURTNEY: So Larsa and I are gonna do a hip-hop class. KIM: Yeah. KOURTNEY: You should do it with us. JONATHAN: A what class? KOURTNEY: Hip-hop. KIM: Absolutely not. KOURTNEY: Why not? JONATHAN: She is the worst dancer. That would not be a good thing. After Prince threw her off stage, I don't even like her dancing at, like, birthday parties. (Kourtney laughs) It was one of the scariest things in my life when he said, "Get the (bleep) off my stage." In front of , people. It still freaks me out. KIM: Prince called me up onstage, and I thought it was gonna be, like, something slow and chill, or something that I could do. And then he, like, puts on this fast song and says to dance. And I was like, "Oh, my God." What's happening? I'm in a nightmare right now." I was, like, begging to be kicked off. Like, this can't be. I can't. Like, I can't. Why do you want to go to hip-hop class? I'm so curious. JONATHAN: Just 'cause you go out at night now? KOURTNEY: No, I don't go out at night. I wanted to just have someone teach us some moves. Like, someone good. KIM: I don't know. I have to see what kind of moves they're gonna do. JONATHAN: Well, Larsa's gonna do Miami moves. That kind of (bleep). Kourtney's gonna, like, do mom moves, like, you know, like... (whistles) ]] KIM: Bottle. JONATHAN: Right. Do the gluten-free. KOURTNEY: This is just to spice up our lives. JONATHAN: All right. KIM: I mean, I will... consider doing the class. JONATHAN: (laughs) I want to come for that. (Kourtney laughs) I will be there for that. KIM: Wait, Jen Atkins' house got robbed. JONATHAN: House got robbed? KIM: Oh, my God. Look. Robbers were in her house stealing the jewelry, and she had it on her phone, and she was watching it as they were happening. JONATHAN: No. JEN: We have you on camera. And the police are on the way. KIM: This was one hour ago. JONATHAN: She put that on her Insta-story? KIM: Yeah. JONATHAN: That is just so crazy how this goes on. KOURTNEY: Yeah. JONATHAN: That's why people need to live in high-rises. Tall buildings with a doorman, nobody goes in. KIM: Yeah, totally. ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: Ooh, pancakes. Who knew they had breakfast? You guys knew I used to come here with Taryll, like, every day. ]] KIM: Yeah, I remember. All the time. ]] KHLOE: Really? KOURTNEY: I'm telling you, like, every day. We came here for Valentine's Day once, and they had heart-shaped raviolis. ]] KHLOE: How cute. What are you eating, Kourt? What's good here? KOURTNEY: I might get a salad. KIM: Oh, do they have breakfast all day? KHLOE: Good choice. KIM: What a treat. You guys, there's nothing I would want more than one pancake. Um, so, the baby scare... KHLOE: Yeah. KIM: Thought it was happening. She said, "I'm having the worst" cramps, I think it's happening." So, I was like, "Oh, my God. I don't have a hospital bag, I don't have a this, I don't have a that." But then she went to Paul's, and he said, "Nope, your cervix is totally thick." KHLOE: So how quickly can that turn to be, like... KIM: I don't know. A few days? Then I started freaking, like, I have no baby names. Like, none. KHLOE: But baby names is the hardest part. KOURTNEY: Cruella. KIM: I kind of like one syllables. KHLOE: You don't care about how Mom said, like, Milan, Italy, Rome, whatever. Like, any things like that stick out? ]] KIM: No. KHLOE: No, like a city like that. KIM: I, like, scoured that map in San Fran. KHLOE: That's right, you did. KIM: Any, like, zodiac signs? KOURTNEY: No, that's, like, the devil. KIM: Any biblical something? Aaron, Abel. Khloe, you're in the Bible. I have nothing. KOURTNEY: Yesterday, Younes, with his accent, he was like, "Wait, so is Reggie different than Ray G?" Like, thinking Ray J. KHLOE: Oh. KOURTNEY: I go, "Oh, Ray J." KIM: That's so funny. KOURTNEY: What about MJ West? KIM: Huh? KOURTNEY: MJ West. KIM: What? KOURTNEY: MJ. ♪ ♪ SHO TYME: Hello. KHADIJAH: Hi, there. KOURTNEY: Hi. KHADIJAH: You look too cute for a class. KOURTNEY: I didn't come to play, hos. ]] LARSA: Hos, wha... Clearly you did 'cause you were supposed to be in sneakers. KOURTNEY: No, this is how I get down. I'm the ultimate Insta-ho. SHO TYME: How you doing? Sho Tyme. Hey. KOURTNEY: Nice to meet you. Wait, Kim isn't here yet? LARSA: No, we've been waiting for you guys. KHADIJAH: You're really gonna dance in these? KOURTNEY: Yes, you guys. I didn't bring any shoes. LARSA: Kourtney, I don't know how to break this to you, you're not that good of a dancer. KOURTNEY: No, I'm a horrible dancer, I want you to know that in advance. And I'll tell you, Kim is way worse than I am. SHO TYME: Let's, uh, come up some. I'm gonna make you pay for wearing those heels. Okay, so. Here. KOURTNEY: Wait. SHO TYME: One, two, three. Ba, da, uh, uh. Ba, uh, uh. KOURTNEY: Dancing is not my numero uno skill. SHO TYME: Ba, da, uh. Boom, ha. KOURTNEY: Wait, what? SHO TYME: Ha. Boom. One, two... KOURTNEY: It's just dance for fun. Not, like, seriously. Like, why can I not roll my shoulder? SHO TYME: So this way. Da, da, da. Da, ha. One more time. One... KOURTNEY: You guys, I'm really good. (All laughing) I'm just kidding. SHO TYME: Okay, so... LARSA: I hope that's Kim. KIM: Who's ready? LARSA: We're so ready for you. KIM: To dance. KOURTNEY: Get ready. KIM: I'm, like, a notorious non-dancer, like, it's a thing. So let me see what you guys are doing. LARSA: No, it's not even that hard, you should do it. KIM: Well, I don't know if it's... I don't care about hard. I just don't dance. SHO TYME: Okay. KIM: I make money moves. SHO TYME: (laughs) It's kind of fast, but we're gonna do it slow 'cause it's... the song is fast. You're just having... boom, boom, boom, ha. Boom, boom. Ha, boom, boom. You got this. KIM: Oh, yeah, no, I don't dance. (All laughing) SHO TYME: Can we play... Can you find me the chorus? One, two, three. ♪ ♪ Boom. Boom. Left, right, left, right... KIM: I can't, you guys. SHO TYME: Slide. Up. Boom. Ha. Walk. Walk. KIM: You guys need to get... I could be a stage mom. You need to get more into it. LARSA: Okay. KIM: Like-like, more into it. LARSA: Oh, she can do it from the sidelines. KIM: I don't need to do anything, you guys do. LARSA: But come on, will you dance with us now, though? KIM: No. KOURTNEY: Next time you're at a Kanye show, you could be backstage like this... LARSA: Come on, Kim. Do something. Try. Try. KIM: No. SHO TYME: Okay, you can assist me. You can tell me... KIM: 'Kay. You just keep doing you 'cause it's good. KOURTNEY: Come on. Do it. KIM: No. ]] LARSA: Go ahead. KOURTNEY: Kim has this inability to let loose. She's not even moving. I mean, if she's just gonna sit here and critique us, then she can leave. KIM: Oh, my God. (Laughs) LARSA: Stop. KHLOE: My job is to entertain Kim until we come across this flash mob. KIM: What the (bleep) is going on? Oh. KHLOE: I'm going back and forth between Kourtney or Kim as being the guardian. KRIS: So, you just have to think, "Where would I want my child being raised?" ♪ ♪ (dog barking) KHLOE: That dog, I think, needs a little attention. KOURTNEY: Reign loves to pay her attention. He's just napping. KENDALL: Big dogs, I'm telling you, it's the wave. KOURTNEY: Um, we did this dance class the other day. KHADIJAH: It was full-on hip-hop choreography. KOURTNEY: We were, like, learning a full dance routine. KHLOE: I would die. KOURTNEY: Kim was in the class, and she wouldn't do one move. KHADIJAH: Everything was like, "Kim, will you try?" "Mm, no." KOURTNEY: Like, she literally sat on the floor and wouldn't move. KHLOE: But why are we here today? Like, we're doing what here? KOURTNEY: 'Cause we're doing a flash mob. We're gonna embarrass Kim. We're gonna have you take her to Go Greek to get yogurt, and we're gonna do it in that center. KHLOE: But why is it for Kim? KOURTNEY: Because to, like, remind her that you don't have to take yourself so seriously. KHLOE: Oh, my God. I can't wait for this. KENDALL: I just think that's hilarious. (doorbell rings) KOURTNEY: Do you want to do the mob with us? KENDALL: I don't know. I'm, like, scared. KOURTNEY: Well, we're meeting with the girl now. So do you want to just see what it's like? ]] KENDALL: Yeah. KOURTNEY: I hired instructors to put together the flash mob, so they're coming over today to teach us the dance routine. I hope that this is easier than our dance class. I'm so excited. KHLOE: You guys choreograph for flash mobs? ]] ROBERT: Yeah. KHLOE: But how do they know what you're choreographing? STACI: So we make a little video and put it online. KHLOE: Stop. STACI: And so, when people sign up, they get, like, wear this, do this dance, and then they show up to rehearsal. And we never tell them, like, who it's for or where it is. KHLOE: That is so cute. STACI: Yeah. ROBERT: Maybe we should, like, learn the chorus, so you can kind of feel it. KOURTNEY: Okay. ROBERT: Yeah, come on. Super easy. Okay, so, the first part, it's kind of, like, you're telling someone to come here. One, two, ht. Three, four. KHLOE: Yeah, Kourt! ROBERT: Kourtney's working it... did you watch the video? KOURTNEY: No. KHADIJAH: She's such a dancer already. ROBERT: You're just gonna swoop it, pop. KHLOE: Oh, (bleep). ROBERT: Yeah. Swoop... pop! Boom, ha. Boom, ha. Boom, ha. You got it. KHLOE: Kourtney, you're actually, like, a fly girl right now. ROBERT: Boom, boom, boom... KOURTNEY: Come on, guys. My next job is a flash mobber. ROBERT: Nice, now pray up. And then around. Yeah, Kourtney! Come on! KHLOE: Oh, yeah, Kourt! KOURTNEY: Khloe, come on. You know you want to try it. ROBERT: Right. Why don't you just learn it for fun? Yeah, come on, loosen up. And ht, ht, and five. Six goes seven, eight. Yeah? So then we do that twice in a row. KOURTNEY: It's like I've been doing it my whole life. ROBERT: Do you want to try it with music? Can we get music? KOURTNEY: This feels really right. ROBERT: Here we go! ♪ ♪ ROBERT: Kourtney, come in front. KOURTNEY: Oh. (Khloe laughs) ROBERT: Seven, eight. Push, then... Yeah! You're crushing it, come on. Here we go, pray it up. One, two, three. Work it up. Now we gonna turn... Hey! Then, walk. Step, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on, ht, two. KHLOE: This is so dramatic. KOURTNEY: Kendall has her own choreographed dance. KENDALL: (laughs) I'm making something else up over here. KOURTNEY: She's gonna do a solo act in the... in the middle. ROBERT: Yeah, we'll get around, make a big circle. KENDALL: Please don't do that. ]] ROBERT: No. KENDALL: I got looped into joining the flash mob just by being in the house. ROBERT: Push. Push that way. KHADIJAH: Go, Kendall. ROBERT: And boom... KENDALL: I didn't really sign up for it, but you know what, I'll practice with them, and I'll enjoy the practice. I don't know if I'm gonna go to the real thing. ROBERT: Three, here we go! This is the big finish. We're gonna walk back. Go. Back. Two, three, four. Push, six, seven, boom. (laughs) KOURTNEY: Wait, when you're all done, does everyone just go... and start, like, shopping again? ROBERT: And then we just, like, yeah, disappear. STACI: Like it never happened. ]] ROBERT: Yep. KOURTNEY: Khloe, don't even talk to me. KHLOE: Wait, I had no idea. That is the best. That no one acknowledges each other. Oh, that's so genius. Leave! Everyone, go their way. I'm going with Kim. ♪ ♪ KHLOE: Cute. KOURTNEY: Thank you. I've literally been running around from doctor to doctor. KHLOE: How was your doctor's? KOURTNEY: Good. I went to. Byrnes, and we, um, I told him I've been feeling so foggy in my brain, I almost tripped today, like, three times. KHLOE: I'm so foggy in my brain. KOURTNEY: He said it was from taking antibiotics, he thinks. KHLOE: Oh. Kourtney, don't do this to me. KOURTNEY: And I told him how my back has been hurting. KHLOE: Uh-uh. KOURTNEY: Anyways, I went in... KHLOE: That is why your kids are always sick. KOURTNEY: Wait, no, my kids are never sick. KHLOE: You tell me they're always sick. KOURTNEY: You know who's always sick? North and Saint. KHLOE: Oh. Okay. I love the mommy shaming. KOURTNEY: Anyways, I actually saw something on TMZ. Did you see this? ]] KHLOE: Hmm? KOURTNEY: Saying that none of our guys have custody agreements. KHLOE: I did see that, and I thought that was so (bleep). First of all, why would you guys even write this story? Like... KOURTNEY: So strange. But then I... KHLOE: Such a weird... KOURTNEY: It made me think. Do you have some kind of agreement in place... like, you have to make your things to your will. KHLOE: Every sister gets a certain amount, don't get too excited. KOURTNEY: No, I just meant more for your kid. KHLOE: No. KOURTNEY: Like, who's your guardian if something happens to you? It's me, right? KHLOE: Um... I mean, I don't know. So, what I was told is that I can't set that up until I have a birth certificate. KOURTNEY: Oh. I think you have to think who has the best values of, like, what you want your kids to be around and see and experience. I don't know why this is even something Khloe has to think about. My passion is my kids and my family, and we're always doing fun things and traveling, and the kids have, like, a sense of freedom. But we also have boundaries. So, I'm obviously the best choice. KHLOE: No, I don't know. This is, like, a huge thing. KOURTNEY: I told the kids her name today. Mason goes, "What?" KIM: Everyone's gonna be like, (gasps) "Oh, my God. That's the craziest name." KOURTNEY: Well, yeah. Did you decide what you're doing? KHLOE: I've got to witness your parenting skills versus. Kourtney's parenting skills. KIM: Whose do you like better? ♪ ♪ KIM: Khlo? ]] KHLOE: Yeah? KIM: Where are you? KHLOE: Um, my room. I love your hair like that. You look so cute. KIM: Thank you. I come bearing gifts. KHLOE: Oh, my God. KIM: Are you ready? KHLOE: Yeah. ]] KIM: 'Kay. This might get you excited. KHLOE: Oh, my God. KIM: Since you only do pink. KHLOE: How cute. KIM: Got you a little pink bikini. KHLOE: Oh, my God. This is so cute. KIM: And I got North a matching one. KHLOE: Kim, stop. KIM: Um, and then are you ready for this? KHLOE: Oh, my God. KIM: That's Tristan's style, right? KHLOE: That's so Tristan's style. I feel like Kim has been so selfless during my pregnancy. She's trying to just help, like, make sure that you feel your best, look your best, have the best. KIM: What cars do you have? You're never gonna want something that you couldn't put a car seat in. KHLOE: When did you pop? KIM: Like, six months. This one I just kept getting wider and wider. It was horrendous. KHLOE: Like, thank God I can vent to you, like, my sister. You get it. She's so... secure in her life that I feel like she would be an incredible godparent. She's just been a great friend and sister. Stop, I got to send this... KIM: And a Givenchy leather skirt. KHLOE: He's at his game, but let me video... Babe, look what Kim just brought over. For the babes. KIM: A little Givenchy bmb, the little flowers with the crosses. KHLOE: Gi-ven-chy. KIM: And a Givenchy leather skirt. KHLOE: How cute is this? ♪ ♪ MELISSA: All right. Finito. Finito. KOURTNEY: North is such a tomboy. When she was over yesterday... I mean, she is and she isn't. KIM: How funny is that song? Were you there? KOURTNEY: Oh, I didn't see it, no. KIM: North said, I'll make up the song, and P will play the piano. So listen to the song. She sings about the dogs. (North singing) And P is just sitting there. (North singing) So if you watch it on mute, you think she's singing, like, a really great song, 'cause she's so into it. KOURTNEY: Oh, she's so dramatic. KIM: So Khloe called me and told me that... like, this, like, all these people are, like, making these predictions. And I posted this thing of Louis Vuitton. 'Cause I was just cleaning out my closet. And everyone's like, "Oh, my God, her name's gonna be Louis", "it's gonna be Vuitton," like, everyone's going crazy. And I'm like, "Oh, I just saw, that, like, the designer from." Louis Vuitton resigned. And his last show was with Kate. "Moss and Naomi Campbell yesterday." KOURTNEY: Mm-hmm. KIM: So I just saw a picture of, like, my Louis thing. I'd put it up and it was just, like, so ridiculous. KOURTNEY: I told the kids her name today. (Kim chuckles) Mason goes, "What? I thought you were gonna say", like, Emily or something." KIM: Everyone's gonna be like, (gasps) "Oh, my God, that's the craziest name!" And then they're gonna go crazy. And then, like... KOURTNEY: And then they get used to it. KIM: And then they'll get used to it. And then it'll be like, "Oh, that's normal." Like, later. ]] KOURTNEY: Yeah. KIM: You know what I mean? KOURTNEY: Yeah. But I mean, if you think if you would've said North at the time, they would've said the same things. KIM: I know. KOURTNEY: So... KIM: I know. KOURTNEY: Last night, the paparazzi asked me, "Is her name gonna be Donda?" It's a beautiful name." That's what they said. KIM: But, like... I just... KOURTNEY: Someone wrote me and said you should name her Gardenia. KIM: I know. I got, like, the most ridiculous things. Like, Queen, This... MELISSA: What about Miracle? KIM: Yeah. His cousin's like, "I know." Miracle." And I'm like, Miracle West? That sounds like Miracle Whip. (Melissa laughs) And that's, like, the biggest, like, stripper name of all time. And then he's like, "What about Precious?" I'm like, "Okay, we just clearly don't have the same taste in" "names." (laughter) ♪ ♪ KHLOE: We are at this outdoor mall, and my job is to entertain. Kim until we come across this flash mob. Let's get ice cream and then walk around. KIM: You're so adventurous. KHLOE: Well, I just want to walk around. This is so cute out here. I have so much anxiety because I have to get Kim to this certain place, so this flash mob starts, and I just... I swear, I think I am gonna, like, give it away 'cause I'm so anxious. KOURTNEY: Did they get their yogurt already? KHLOE: Oh, my God. Peanut butter... yum. EMPLOYEE: Did you want two? KOURTNEY: Ooh. Ooh. KHLOE: Let's go walk around, Keeks. STACI: My heart is beating out of my chest right now. KOURTNEY: Oh, my God. KIM: I don't even know what's... what else is in here. KHLOE: Me, neither, that's why I want to just walk. KIM: Oh, I've never been all over here. (gong sounds) ♪ ♪ KIM: Oh. What the (bleep) is going on? KHLOE: Kourtney? KRIS: Oh, here's our baby. MJ: How does it feel to be a mother and not to carry the baby? ]] KIM: Honestly? ♪ ♪ KIM: Oh, I've never been all over here. (Gong sounds) ♪ ♪ KIM: Oh. What the (bleep) is going on? (laughs) I'm literally gonna cry. ♪ ♪ I was like, "What the (bleep) is going on?" ♪ ♪ KHLOE: Don't tell me you know it, too. ]] KIM: Oh, no, no. Oh, no, no, that's where I draw the line. ♪ ♪ ROBERT: Hey, come on! (whoops) KHLOE: I'm too pregnant to do it. KIM: (laughs) The fact that Kourtney and. Khadija... This is wild. ♪ ♪ I'm literally dying inside over this flash mob. Like, I just can't even believe you guys. I'm like, "I'm gonna have to run" if they try to pull me into this." ALL: Whoo! (Cheering, applause) KOURTNEY: Okay, go. KHLOE: (laughs) Like we don't know it's her. We know it's you. KIM: What is going...? You played this one up really well. KHLOE: We got to go get her. KOURTNEY: After you ruined our dance class with your critiques, I thought it would be funny to embarrass you. Did I succeed? ]] KIM: You did. (applause, cheering) KIM: You guys. I am, like, crying. KHADIJAH: Really? Can you believe it? KOURTNEY: Good. KIM: That was a big win, on your part. So why do people do flash mobs? KOURTNEY: For fun. Isn't it a thrill? KHADIJAH: It is. I got nervous right when they were, like... started singing, like, "I can see Kim, I can see Khloe," and I was like, "Oh, my gosh." KOURTNEY: We were like, "Oh, my God." I almost told Kanye that I was going to do the flash mob to you. But I was like, he's gonna tell me it's, it's not acceptable for his wife or something. And I was like, I can't... I'm not even telling him. (Laughter) KHLOE: That was a smart move. KIM: That's so funny. KOURTNEY: Mm-hmm. KHLOE: Flash mob, check. ♪ ♪ KRIS: Oh, Khloe, Khloe, Khloe... KHLOE: I can barely breathe in this body. KRIS: Me, too. KHLOE: Mom, who... how did you pick who your kids' legal guardians were? KRIS: Well, I think when Kendall and Kylie... when Kendall was born, I thought about who I felt the closest to, and who I would love their... the way that they brought their kids up. KHLOE: Mm-hmm. KRIS: And the way they ran their families, and what they were all about. KHLOE: Food for thought. KRIS: Why? What are you getting at? KHLOE: I'm going back and forth between Kourtney or Kim as being the guardian... KRIS: Yeah. KHLOE: For my baby. KRIS: Well, you spend enough time in both of their houses. So you just have to think "Where would I want my child being" raised? In which environment? And who would I feel like my baby's gonna be most comfortable and most loved?" I mean, Kourtney has a certain set of values, and she goes to church. And I think she would raise a child to believe in God. Kim, on the other hand, you know, she's very hands-on with the homework, and with just making sure that the kids were always, you know, where they're supposed to be. And she's very attentive, and she's got their... The grooming's impeccable, and the... that all matters to me. I mean, you can always pick two legal guardians. No. ]] KHLOE: Too many... KRIS: Cooks in the kitchen? KHLOE: Assumptions, wha-what if's, this, that... KRIS: Uh, you want it spelled out. Just listen to your heart and listen to your mind. Because those two things will tell you exactly who you're supposed to pick. KHLOE: So, I have thought this over long and hard. And I have decided what I want to do. I just have to make the best decision for my daughter. But I also am not trying to hurt anybody's feelings. My brain can't handle much more. KRIS: You go rest your little head, missy. ♪ ♪ KOURTNEY: Um, did you decide what you're doing? Like, are you setting something up in your will? KHLOE: So, here's... I'm actually really lucky that I've got to witness your parenting skills versus Kourtney's parenting skills. KIM: Whose do you like better? KHLOE: I just think you have different parenting styles. But anyway, I can't make anything official until the baby is born. But I am going to probably have Kim as the legal guardian if, God forbid, something happens. KHLOE: So I can't make anything official until the baby is born. But I am going to probably have. Kim as the legal guardian if, God forbid, something happens. Just because I've, I don't know my parenting style until I have a baby. ]] KIM: Mm-hmm. KHLOE: But from what I envision my parenting style to be, I do think it will be more like Kim, a little more stricter. Watching Kimberly be a mom, I really respect her parenting skills, not that I don't respect. Kourtney's. I relate to how Kim parents more. But at the end of the day, this family is so close, and we love each other so much and if anything, God forbid, were to happen, I know my daughter is in the best of hands no matter who her legal guardian is. KOURTNEY: Guess what? You don't have to give me an explanation. I got three kids and I'm busy on my own. ]] KHLOE: And you're at capacity. KOURTNEY: No, I'm not at capacity. KHLOE: You want one more. KOURTNEY: One to... one plus. KHLOE: Kourtney. KOURTNEY: Hmm. KHLOE: Okay, we'll get into that later, but it will be the Keeks. KOURTNEY: Congratulations. (Khloe chuckles) KIM: It is my honor. And I will take such good care of your kids. ]] KHLOE: I know! KOURTNEY: It's okay. I've gone back and forth. I told you. First I had you, then I had Kim. Then I have you again. KHLOE: Oh! I'm back on the list? KIM: What made you kick me off? KOURTNEY: I decided that... KIM: I'm so strict. KOURTNEY: Your core moral values. ]] KHLOE: Oh, my God. KOURTNEY: I mean, I'm a little bit disappointed that I'm not the guardian. But honestly, you don't know what your parenting style is until you have kids. So, I think once Khloe has her own daughter and she is, you know, really a mom, then maybe she will realize that we have more in common than she thinks as far as parenting styles. You never know, Khloe might switch back to me. Hopefully we never have to deal with this, guys. So... KHLOE: I know. We don't. KIM: Yeah. KHLOE: We don't. KIM: We don't. KHLOE: We don't. ♪ ♪ KIM: My beautiful little baby girl Chicago is finally here. MJ: Oh, here's our baby. KIM: The name Chicago, everyone asks me where we came up with that. And Kanye's originally from Chicago and the city is really connected to his memory of his mom. And so, we went with Chicago. MJ: (gasps) She's so beautiful. KRIS: She's so cute. KHLOE: Look at her hair. KIM: Isn't she so cute? MJ: She's so pretty. Oh, my gosh. KHLOE: She's so cute. MJ: She looks a lot like you in the mouth and nose. (gasps) Hello. KHLOE: Kim, her nose is really cute. MJ: So pretty, Kim. KIM: Isn't she cute? MJ: So beautiful. She looks like you in the mouth. KHLOE: Oh, God, she has so much hair. ]] MJ: So pretty. Kris had that, too. KHLOE: She's so cute and little. MJ: Kris had hair like that. KIM: She has your hairstyle right now. KRIS: Yeah. ]] KHLOE: Hi. KRIS: We're twinning. KIM: She does these really mean faces. KHLOE: She's very expressive at so young. KIM: Yeah, very expressive. KHLOE: She's like me. KIM: Like, she has this, like, wrinkle right here, the same one Kanye has. The moment I laid eyes on my baby, I was so in love. Hi, cutie! And I am just so excited to have this addition to my family. MJ: I was just gonna ask you, how does it feel to be a mother and not to carry the baby the full time? KIM: Honestly? MJ: Without the worries of... KIM: When it's done, I think it was the best decision I ever made. ]] MJ: I do, too. KIM: I think it was such an amazing experience. I would recommend it for anyone. MJ: Well, I'm not thinking of it, I just... ]] KIM: Not you. (laughter) Um, I am, like, the biggest fan of surrogacy. All my fears of everything that I thought was gonna happen, like, am I gonna connect? Am I gonna feel connected? Am I...? MJ: But you do. KIM: All of that goes out the door and you just, like, instantly feel connected. It's crazy how professional surrogacy is and how instantly when the baby came out, there was no weird feeling that I was so nervous about. Am I gonna connect with the baby? Am I gonna feel the same way as if it's, you know, me birthing my kids? And it was. It was the same exact feeling. So, that was instantly a relief for me 'cause that was what I was most nervous about and I just feel so lucky that I've had such a good experience with surrogacy. MJ: You're gonna be good at this, kiddo. KHLOE: Oh, why thank you. KRIS: You are. MJ: You certainly will. KHLOE: I'm just holding a sleeping baby. It's not hard yet. (chuckles) MJ: This is why you're so good. KHLOE: When you're holding someone else's sleeping baby, it's easy. MJ: You look like a pro. I want a picture of your body. KIM: Oh, my body. KHLOE: Wow. Don't ask her twice. MJ (laughing): Wow. It's a full photo sh*t. KHLOE: Are you smiling? KRIS: Put your bikini on. KHLOE: Look at her, she's smiling. She's smiling. KRIS: She's laughing at her mom. (Laughs) KOURTNEY: Oh, my God, did you hear Kylie's in labor? KIM: What? KYLIE: I'm not trying to keep it secret. I'm really doing this for myself. KIM: Hey, Ky. Hi, Stormi. KYLIE: Oh, my God. KHLOE: You and Kourtney are, like, at each other's throats these days. KOURTNEY: Mom (bleep) me in so many ways. KRIS (crying): I never want you to be disappointed in me. KHLOE: Gabbana, hi. (Gabbana whines) She had a little bit of a seizure. KIM: She fully convulsed. It's nearing time.	{"type": "series", "show": "Keeping Up With the Kardashians", "episode": "15x06 - We Love Chicago"}	foreverdreaming

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