Justified, Season 6

Hagan:
Cold out here. Can feel it.

Boyd Crowder:
Ya, I was just thinking the same thing.

Hagan:
I appreciate the lie, Mr. Crowder. But we both know what you was thinking. Loose end and all.

Boyd Crowder:
You know my mind? Now, maybe I was gonna take your keys, let you walk.

Hagan:
[scoffs] So you could shoot 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 gun, cut me down like the plague you are.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, I got to say, you did do a pretty good job all that smoke you were blowing 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 murdered.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, I don't give a shit about "the Ballad of Boyd Crowder". I'll be dead and gone when that song gets sung.

Hagan:
Old boy by the name of Hut McKean mean anything to you?

Boyd Crowder:
Let me guess. I killed him, my men killed him, my dope killed him, or my daddy killed 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 slave, 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 Crowder:
I don't give a shit about what you said. I'm an outlaw.

[Boyd kills Hagan]