Justified

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:

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.

Danny:

Girl give you my message?

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?

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.

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?

Raylan:

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:

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:

Per the chief.

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.

You gonna pay attention?

Feel like I'm playing against myself here.

Don't need to.

I'm playing a girl.

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!

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.

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 attack? 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?

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?

Now, this... Will probably

take that arm clean off. 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 raped 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