Justified

Previously on "Justified"... What's he doing here?

I'm checking on the

child's welfare. How you doing, Kendal? This family needs to

stay together. To wit, you need

to find a fit place for that boy to lay his head.

A man that just talks is no man.

(CHUCKLES) That's not the way

you should be talking to me, homie.

(GROANS) Kendal: Oh, my God.

You killed him.

Ain't gonna tell nobody? I won't say a word.

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. It wasn't Barkley.

And I can tell you that for a fact.

Art.

(GROANS)

(Train whistle blows in

Oh!

Damn, son, you always were a

size!

Whoo!

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.

Well, I don't think you would need reminding.

Now, how long you gonna make me stand here before you offer me a drink?

You know I know you were the

one that taught me how to jail. Everything!

Helped free myself from

mongrelization.

Actually, from what I hear, you

could use a little refresher on

that your own self.

Yeah? How's that?

You really start a church

that lets in coloreds?

Well, I believe I also

taught you never let politics

stand in the way of business.

What kind of business you and

I got?

Well, you had a sister,

as I recall, up in pine point.

Actually, all three of my

sisters done a stretch up in

there.

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.

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.

Why, no, it is not.

Gunnar Swift, I don't remember

you being this sly.

Well, you're the one that

taught me... brawn's not enough.

Neanderthals were so

strong, their muscles would bend

their bones.

You see a neanderthal walking

around with a cellphone?

Who's the girl?

As far as I recall, you don't

have a sister.

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?

Mm.

For how long?

As long as it takes.

Well, Gretchen's gonna need a

little money for her commissary.

Well, this should keep

her in tuna and kool-aid for a

little while.

Alison: (SIGHS)

Are you Kendal's social worker? We're not supposed to

enter the house if there's a dog on the loose.

Danny, come get your

animal! Most times, they bark so they ain't got to bite.

Yeah. It's just, uh... Chelsea!

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. Yeah, don't mind

Chelsea. He just gets excited when he smells something he likes.

Are Kendal and Wendy here? No, they ain't here.

They at the store. We didn't expect you till later.

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.

I'll get acquainted

with you later.

Little help here! Hey! Anybody!

Oh, hi! Wanted to have some hors

d'oeuvres out for you... show you this

is a nice, hospitable, Christian home.

Oh, I know. I'm sor... I'm early. Oh.

Couldn't wait to see me again, huh?

That's enough, Romeo.

Head on up to your room. Do your homework.

Let Ms. Brander do her job.

Talking to me is her job. I mean, who else's wellness is

she here to check on? 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? Actually,

it's a little more complicated than

that. Wendy: Go on up to your room. When you done, I'll

come up there... we throw some bones. So, uh...

Dominoes. Alison: Hmm. Darryl give you the

tour? What's the verdict? This place fit for human

habitation? ALISON: What happened in Miami?

Oh. Well, I decided my place there's too small.

A teenage boy takes up some space. This place has a lot

of that. Wendy: Mm-hmm. Do you happen to have

the rental agreement for the home? Yeah, of course.

I'll go get that for you. Um...

Say, how long have you been

going with that marshal? ALISON: What makes you think...

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 asshole 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.

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)

(SIGHS) Danny: Don't you run.

(GASPING)

Danny: Alison: (GROANS)

(LAUGHING) Whoo!

(GROANS) Art: Anything else? I hear Theo's

refusing to talk at all. Wouldn't

even tell the doctors his blood type.

Of course not. He's got integrity. 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 bullet-counting thing.

What, the inventory? I'll do it.

Thank you, Raylan.