Justified

- God damn it. - What?

Dewey, you ever think about wearing deodorant?

You saying I stink?

All I'm saying is, you

can't smell that, you best go get your nose checked. You girls ready?

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... - 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. - 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.

Told you.

Carl's on his way. The boys ain't far behind.

Yes, sir.

I told you they'd handle this shit. It's gonna be a good-ass morning.

I believe I can take it from here.

Old Jimmy's a bit of a cold fish, ain't he?

A tired fish, more like

- it, and I can't say I blame him. - Well,

if you ain't too tired, I'd love to discuss

- something with you. - Well, make it

quick, 'cause that couch you're sitting

- on is calling my name. - 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.

Well, let me guess... Hot Rod's

boys didn't pull no weapons on you?

Awfully convenient you had a way over

the border all cocked and ready to go.

Wait. You don't miss a trick, man. Shit.

Well, you know, we was just trying

to make ourselves useful, you know.

Well, in the process, Darryl, you made yourself a liar.

But you an honest man, Boyd, hmm? A full-blown honest man?

That why you pointing that gun at me from

underneath that desk?

There it is. I understand how you'd

feel that way, Boyd, but you got to admit,

- we did deliver. - 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.

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.

So, what is it that you do want, Darryl Crowe Jr.?

I just want to be part of the goddamn family, Boyd.

- Hi. I'm Kayla. - Raylan.

Hey, those sound kind of alike, don't they? Kayla, Raylan.

I suppose they do. You gonna offer to buy me a drink, 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. - Hmm.

Also, pound for pound, don't

- give me nearly as bad a hang over. - Pound for pound, huh?

My father was a boxing fan. You like boxing?

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? - Actually, I'm on vacation.

Oh, can't remember the last time I took a vacation.

What I wouldn't give to be lying on a beach somewhere.

Can I ask you something? Not gonna be much of a

- conversation if you don't. - 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?

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.

Oh, yeah? My rate is normally $1,000 per day, but for you...

Knock it down to $500.

Yeah, I want to book a flight.

This would be easier if you'd just point me in his direction.

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?

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.

Is that a ruger?

It's a gp 100.

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.

No trouble with the double-action trigger?

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

dead in Mexico.

Hot Rod hasn't operated South of the border in years.

The guys at Epic say differently.

Hmm. Thanks for the tip.

I'll look into it.

I'll let you know what turns up.

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?

I'm on vacation, actually.

Vacation?

Hmm.

And you thought you'd come to Memphis and kick the hornet's

nest, huh?

And have some ribs.

And have some ribs, yeah.

Sorry, marshal, I can't help you.

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.

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.

Well, I can't tell you what it means to lay these weary eyes on

your beautiful, beautiful face.

You look tired, Boyd.

I'm sorry about all this, Ava.

It's not your fault.

You being properly looked after?

Never thought I'd long for the Harlan county detention center,

that's for sure.

Hmm.

You ain't said anything about my hair.

Well, um... It seems to me you should have

always been wearing it that way.

I guess you've been busy.

I'm still just trying to take the necessary steps to

secure our future.

Our future?

I'm gonna get you out of here, Ava Crowder, I promise you.

I need a favor, Boyd.

Name it.

My friend is in trouble. She's gonna find you.

Do whatever she asks.

Well, you know I will. Is there

anything else that I can do for you?

Just take care of her. You let

- me know when it's done. - Ava?

- Are you making cocktails now? - Just messing around.

- You gonna yell at me? - Well,

actually, I was hoping I could try it, you

don't mind. Hmm.

Mmm.

Well, that's pretty good. Come up with a

- name for it yet? - Yeah, I call it a

"this place sucks." Hey, I know this

place isn't working out the way anyone

hoped, but your brothers are getting together...

You mean my uncles?

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. - Whatever.

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.

- You got to be 21. - Get you a fake I.D.

Hey.

- Hey. Didn't know you were back. - Late last night.

- So? How did it go? - Smooth, like a

- stripper's ass. How y'all doing? - Doing good.

Pretty quiet. Hey, Kendal, how about you get Darryl a plate?

And give me one of them Café con leche?

Man, you quickly becoming my favorite

person on the planet, you know that, Kendal?

I feel you all cocked and ready.

- What's going on? - You swear to me it went good?

Man, you said you didn't want all

the details, to protect your precious law

I just want you to shoot me straight, Darryl.