Justified, Season 1

Tommy Bucks:
I was telling my friends this morning how yesterday you come to me and, "You don't get out of town in 24 hours, I'm gonna shoot you on sight!" Come on, what is that? They thought it was a joke, they started laughing.

Raylan Givens:
You tell them about the man you killed? The way you did it? 'Cause I found nothing funny in that.

Tommy Bucks:
Maybe I should've killed you, huh? Maybe I made a mistake.

Raylan Givens:
Well, we all have regrets.

Dan Grant:
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 Givens:
[to Dewey Crowe] Hey, if I was you, I'd give up this Nazi bullshit. Go back to poaching gators. It's safer.

Raylan Givens:
You know, Boyd, I think you just use the Bible to do whatever the hell you like.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, what do you think I like, Raylan?

Raylan Givens:
You like to get money and blow shit up.

Boyd Crowder:
Ava, get us a shot of Jim- [Ava loads her shotgun]

Ava Crowder:
You wanna know what Bowman said when he looked up and he saw me with his deer rifle?

Boyd Crowder:
God damn, woman, you only shoot people when they're eatin' supper?

Raylan Givens:
I guess I never thought of myself as an angry man.

Winona Hawkins:
Well, you do a good job of hiding it, and I suppose most folks don't see it, but honestly, you're the angriest man I have ever known.

Boyd Crowder:
The real question is, why didn't you kill me? Did you miss my heart on purpose?

Raylan Givens:
No...I was aiming to kill. That's the way I was taught. Sometimes you don't hit the bullseye.

Boyd Crowder:
No, I suppose not.

Police officer:
Going solo again?

Raylan Givens:
Another deputy in the car.

Police officer:
Learned your lesson?

Raylan Givens:
Until I forget it.

Art Mullen:
I got a call this morning from AUSA David Vasquez. Wants to talk to you about you shooting Boyd Crowder.

Raylan Givens:
What's there to talk about? He pulled first. There was a witness.

Art Mullen:
But you see, ten days ago you shot a man in Miami. Put it like this: you were in the first grade; bit a kid every week? They'd start to think of you as a biter.

Raylan Givens:
If you're going to talk, I'll put you in the trunk and drive myself.

Dewey Crowe:
I can't drive handcuffed to the damned steering wheel!

Raylan Givens:
You'll get the hang of it.

Rachel Brooks:
Gotta ask. Why the hat?

Raylan Givens:
Honestly? I tried it on one time, and it fit.

Arnold Pinter:
I hate it here. Kentucky. I hate every one of these toothless, banjo strumming, red neck pricks.

Art Mullen:
I love how these guys are so calm when you're coughing up blood.

Art Mullen:
Raylan, I got a courtesy call from the Harlan County Sheriff's Department - your daddy was arrested.

Raylan Givens:
Did he kill anybody?

Raylan Givens:
You ever consider I happen to be good at the job?

Rachel Brooks:
And you being a tall, good-looking white man with a shitload of swagger, that has nothing to do with it? You get away with just about anything.

Raylan Givens:
What do I get away with?

Rachel Brooks:
Look in the mirror. How do you think it'd go over if I came into work one day wearing a cowboy hat? You think I'd get away with that?

Raylan Givens:
Want to try it on?

Raylan Givens:
I can only imagine how hard it has been for you to get where you are in the Marshal service

Rachel Brooks:
Because I'm black or because I'm a woman?

Raylan Givens:
Because you're an idiot.

Frank:
[discussing Pulp Fiction] I'm saying, why does he still have his gun out in the first place? When's the last time you rode around in a car holding your gun?

Joe:
'Cause it's a movie! That don't happen, then there's no movie. No messy car, no cleaner. I mean, what do they do? They drive home, jerk off, take a nap?

Raylan Givens:
Looks like we have a sniper on the Mexican side.

Roland Pike:
Well, that's not going to help tourism.

Raylan Givens:
Are you armed?

Roland Pike:
Well, I just had my dick in my hand.

Art Mullen:
You've been in here for three days, and you've got no sign.

Rachel Brooks:
Not no sign. His ex-wife has been packing in a lot of beer.

Art Mullen:
Well, get a search warrant.

Rachel Brooks:
Can't get a warrant based on beer consumption.

Art Mullen:
How do you know?

Raylan Givens:
We tried.

Raylan Givens:
[about Arlo] Why can't you bail him out?

Helen Givens:
Those are the first words out of your mouth?

Raylan Givens:
I'm sorry, I'll start again. I see you're still smoking.

Helen Givens:
You still piss in your bed?

Raylan Givens:
No, you see, I gave up my bad habits.

Arlo Givens:
I heard about you shooting Boyd.

Raylan Givens:
Hmm.

Arlo Givens:
All I need is a bunch of Crowders wanting revenge on a Givens.

Raylan Givens:
Well, I think I'm higher up on their list.

Arlo Givens:
Where were you, woman?

Helen Givens:
Down in the parking lot, giving blowjobs for cash.

Arlo Givens:
Were you paying or were they?

Johnny Crowder:
You shot my cousin.

Raylan Givens:
No, no. God shot Boyd. Ask him. He'll tell you I saved his soul.

Ava Crowder:
You're tarnished with the dark stain of divorce.

Raylan Givens:
My marriage ended a little bit more amicably than yours.

Ava Crowder:
Funny, why did your marriage end?

Raylan Givens:
It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Art Mullen:
Are you cold standing out here?

Raylan Givens:
[without his shirt on] Not really. Why?

Art Mullen:
'Cause I can't keep from staring at your nipples!

Raylan Givens:
I'll be out in ten.

Art Mullen:
Thank you!

Raylan Givens:
I figure people have a right to their hobbies and I have a right to find those people creepy.

Karl Hanselman:
Next time you're in Cincinnati, come by the gallery, I'll show you my collection. I think you'll be quite surprised.

Raylan Givens:
Honestly, I'd rather stick my dick in a blender.

Art Mullen:
Well, that would solve a few problems.

Art Mullen:
Just what part of being under investigation confuses you, Raylan?

Raylan Givens:
So many things confuse me, Art.

Art Mullen:
Do you think we're going to banter here? Cause we're not.

Art Mullen:
[to Raylan] I tell you to do one simple thing - refrain from screwing the witness in your own shooting - and you can't even do that!

Hunter Mosley:
You know what they say about back woods cabins in Harlan, they're like assholes, sawed off shotguns and pick-up trucks.

Ava Crowder:
Everybody's got one.

Red:
What do they want?

Hunter Mosley:
Well, they want rainbows and unicorns. God damn it, Red! Catch up! What do you think they want? They want Raylan Givens.

Raylan Givens:
You honestly see a way out of this?

Hunter Mosley:
Well, you mean like one of those police chases on TV? Helicopter following some dipshit through the streets? You know, when that idiot finally crashes, you ever notice how many get out and run? If you're like me, you're yelling at the TV, "What the hell you running for, asshole? We gonna get you!" And we always do, right? Except we don't, really. You know that. Not always. They just don't show the ones that get away on TV.

Bo Crowder:
You all right, daughter-in-law? You look like you just walked on your own grave. What, are you surprised to see me? I figured that Raylan Deputy Marshal Givens would have told you I was getting out. Especially since he's the one that got my sentence cut by 87 days and a wake-up.

Ava Crowder:
What the hell are you talking about?

Bo Crowder:
By taking down Sheriff Hunter. All the cases that got made by that lying son of a bitch are now liable to be reopened. So, the US Attorney decided that anybody with a sentence less than six months wasn't worth retrying. Gave us all early release. God bless America.

Bo Crowder:
Howdy, Marshal, I sure am glad you could join us.

Raylan Givens:
Oh, no, no, no. I'm not joining you. You were just leaving.

Raylan Givens:
Are you gonna walk out of here, or is this gonna have to go a different way?

Bo Crowder:
The last man that put his hands on me like that, I beat him until his eyes bled. I guess it's a lucky thing for both of us that I ain't a convict any more, ain't it?

Wynn Duffy:
With one phone call, I was able to discover that the deposition you were scheduled to work this afternoon had been cancelled, letting me know that you'd be home early, and likely be home alone. Imagine what a genuine predator would have been able to do with that information.

Winona Hawkins:
Or I could just call the police.

Wynn Duffy:
The police are just a janitorial service used to clean up your blood after you've been murdered.

Raylan Givens:
[to Wallace] You seem pretty stable. Although, you did spend all morning with a shiv up your ass.

Wynn Duffy:
Listen, I don't know how you're associated with Mr. Hawkins, or why, but I'm gonna give you this opportunity to extricate yourself from his predicament before you get involved in something that, quite frankly, you don't want to be involved in.

Toby Griffin:
And I'm gonna give you a minute to extricate yourself up out my face before I have to paint your office with your shit.

Gary Hawkins:
You talk to Arnett?

Wynn Duffy:
I did.

Gary Hawkins:
And?

[Billy Mac knocks down Gary]

Wynn Duffy:
I would describe his attitude towards your suggestions as unreceptive.

Raylan Givens:
I shot people I like more for less.

Bartender:
Wouldn't it be easier just to buy a new hat?

Raylan Givens:
Probably, but I ain't looking for easy.

Emmett Arnett:
You're gonna get your portion.

Wynn Duffy:
Of what? The land? What am I, a farmer? Show me the cash, Emmett, or I swear to God I'm gonna get a machete and a blowtorch, and I'm gonna make your body as small as I possibly can.

Ava Crowder:
Didn't the district attorney order you to stay away from Boyd?

Raylan Crowder:
It was more of a suggestion.

Boyd Crowder:
Truth always sounds like lies to a sinner.

Boyd Crowder:
What it became... well, as they say, it didn't happen in a day.

Johnny Crowder:
So you're building Rome? Well, I don't think this property is zoned for that.

Boyd Crowder:
I asked him to shut down his poison factory and merely made an observation about its combustibility.

Mike Reardon:
[to Raylan] You are every inch the Goddamn gunslinger I've heard.

Boyd Crowder:
You gonna introduce me to your friends?

Raylan Givens:
Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry. Yes, of course, Art Mullen, chief deputy of this office, my boss. I thought you guys had met that night I shot you, but of course you were unconscious by the time he showed up.

Boyd Crowder:
Raylan, we're getting precipitously close to the moment I ask to have my lawyer present.

Bo Crowder:
That day I came to pick you up at big Sandy and I asked you to work some hours to help me rebuild my business and you said you wanted to walk another path, well, I reacted poorly. That's why I came too see you today, son, to say I'm sorry, to beg your forgiveness and your indulgence.

[Bo hands Boyd an envelope of money]

Boyd Crowder:
What's this?

Bo Crowder:
The smoke from your blast sent a signal across all of Harlan County. I got people lining up with cash in their hands, begging me for protection.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, I can't accept this.

Bo Crowder:
Why not?

Boyd Crowder:
Cause I know where it comes from. The bible tells us that "a gift blinds the wise and perverts the words of the righteous."

Bo Crowder:
Well, then let's just consider it an offering, my tithes to your church of the last this, that, or the other.

Boyd Crowder:
You're not taking me seriously, Daddy, and I don't find that amusing.

Bo Crowder:
You know, it's funny. I was just about to say the same goddamn thing to you.

Bo Crowder:
Where's my money?

Arlo Givens:
There is no money. People stopped paying.

Bo Crowder:
You invited me over here to tell me this?

Arlo Givens:
No, Bo, I invited you over to tell you you have to do something about your son Boyd. He has gone clear off the deep end.

Bo Crowder:
Well, shit, at least he hasn't joined the other team, become a goddamn Marshal for Christ's sake.

Arlo Givens:
At least Raylan doesn't run around, preaching Jesus and blowing up meth labs.

Bo Crowder:
I got control over my boy. Can you say the same about yours? He comes to town, it's to ruin the likes of you and me.

Arlo Givens:
Only reason my son comes to Harlan is because of your son!

Boyd Crowder:
Well, how'd he get you to talk, then?

Dewey Crowe:
He deputized me.

Boyd Crowder:
He did what?

Dewey Crowe:
He said he could deputize me, and then I had to talk.

Boyd Crowder:
Oh, that Raylan Givens. He sure is a clever one.

Bo Crowder:
You know, I may not own a private plane or a fancy car, and when you look at me, you probably just see some dumb redneck who likes to eat roadkill for breakfast and have sex with his cousins. I don't eat roadkill, I don't screw my relatives, and I didn't just get off of no short bus. So for you to bring me all the way down here to threaten me, as if I didn't already fully understand the stakes of our business agreement? Hoss, that's just downright insulting.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, as many of you good people may remember, I was a hateful man, and I was a sinful man. Seeking my way through the darkness, looking for salvation in worldly things! And evil things. Like Saul on the road to Damascus, I was long gone on a sinful journey, when the light of the Lord shone upon me on my deathbed in a prison hospital. And, brothers and sisters, I'm here to tell you today that bullet missed my heart, but it struck my soul. It struck it. For I was blinded. I was blinded. I could no longer see ungodly truth. For if any man be born again in Christ is a new creature, well, I am a new. a new creature! I am a new creature!

Preacher:
Thank you, Boyd.

Boyd Crowder:
Not quite finished yet, Reverend.

Preacher:
By all means, continue.

Boyd Crowder:
Now - Now, Jesus entered a temple in Jerusalem. He found moneylenders buying and selling where they should have been a-praying. He called their church a den of thieves. And he turned over their tables. He cast out the robbers! He cast them out! He cast them out! Hallelujah! He cast them out! And like Jesus, like Jesus, like Jesus, we must never be afraid to strike out against those who practice evil! We must take the high road of righteousness, even if it means walking, walking and leaving our own flesh and blood behind. Because there is no greater piety, brothers and sisters, - than the love of God. Amen to that! He is my one true father. There is no other. There is no other, Preacher. There's no other.

Drug Chemist:
Listen Lynyrd Skynyrd, next time we're opening a dick sucking business, I'll ask for your advice.

Winona Hawkins:
How do you take your coffee?

Ava Crowder:
With a little bourbon.

Winona Hawkins:
Ooh! All right.

Art Mullen:
[to Raylan] That's my bottle. I'm not going to let you drink it all just because your daddy didn't hug you much when you were little.

Boyd Crowder:
For years I lusted after you, and I was far from subtle. Well, that was wrong. And not only because you were my brother's wife, but because it was unseemly, unwanted and it made you uncomfortable.

Ava Crowder:
If by uncomfortable you mean it made my skin crawl, then yes.

Arlo Givens:
You've known me 50 years.

Bo Crowder:
Should that incline me to trust you more or less?

Bo Crowder:
Who am I kiddin'? I can't hurt my own son. [pause] Johnny, hurt my son.

Art Mullen:
[about Boyd] Maybe he's become some vigilante.

Raylan:
Hmmm, maybe he's Batman.

Boyd Crowder:
Dear Heavenly Father, I'm not gonna pretend to understand. You told me what you wanted done, and that's what we did. How could you let it end like this? All these men trusted me to lead them on the path of righteousness for your name's sake. All these men came to you because they believed in me. And now they're dead. I'm gonna need a sign. I'm gonna need to know that their sacrifice meant something to you. [Boyd pauses, then sighs] Maybe I've just been talking to myself this whole time.

Boyd Crowder:
Where you going?

Raylan Givens:
I'm going after the young lady with the automatic weapon.

Boyd Crowder:
I'll get her.

Raylan Givens:
What are you gonna do after you get her?

Boyd Crowder:
I ain't quite figured that out yet. Are you gonna shoot to stop me?

Raylan Givens:
Maybe.

Boyd Crowder:
I'm pretty sure you're empty.

Raylan Givens:
You gonna bet your life on that?

Boyd Crowder:
No Raylan, I'm gonna bet my life on you being the only friend I have left in this world.

Boss:
The Marshals' office has conducted an internal investigation under the proceedings that occurred at the hotel in question.

Raylan Givens:
Well, lets just keep it simple, huh? He pulled first and I shot him.

Raylan Givens:
You concerned about me coming down here?

Art Mullen:
It's a small office, Raylan. I'm concerned when we switch brands of coffee.

Raylan Givens:
Looks like it hurts.

Boyd Crowder:
Why, yes, Raylan. Thank you for noticing. Somebody shot me in the chest the other day.

Raylan Givens:
Art tells me you were a sniper with the Rangers.

Tim Gutterson:
Yeah, I was.

Raylan Givens:
What's the longest you ever had to watch a target?

Tim Gutterson:
Three days. Shitty little village outside Kandahar. You watch a man that long, you can get to know him better than his wife does. How he reads the paper, picks his nose, what glass he likes for tea, what one for milk. If he jerks off, what he looks at when he does. If he's nice to the dog when no one's around.

Raylan Givens:
What's the trick to something like that? Keeping your focus?

Tim Gutterson:
Well, they told us to come up with stories about ourselves and the target.

Raylan Givens:
What do you mean, "stories"?

Tim Gutterson:
Well, nothing elaborate. Imagine taking Shirley to the movies, watching Price is Right, eating takeout Chinese. They eventually stopped that, the business with the stories.

Raylan Givens:
Why is that?

Tim Gutterson:
They found some folks get so involved in the tales they're telling themselves, they grow to like the target. And when they got the green light, they couldn't pull.

Douglas Cooper:
Y'all sleeping together?

Shirley Kelso:
We're cousins!

Douglas Cooper:
Well, from all the lotions, condoms, and devices I saw sitting on your nightstand, it's clear you're sleeping with somebody.

Dupree:
[beat] Well, it ain't like we're first cousins or anything...

Raylan Givens:
Miami is a sunny place for shady people.

Raylan Givens:
I got sent here, I think because they knew it was the one place I didn't want to go. In fact, as I recall, Winona and I promised each other we'd never come back here.

Raylan Givens:
Tim, when you were working with Pinter, you ever come across a guy looks like a black Mr Clean? Dresses like the janitor in a rap video.

Tim Gutterson:
Like it says Tommy Hilfiger on his coveralls?

Raylan Givens:
Yeah, like he wears a t-shirt with his gators.

Tim Gutterson:
Detroit accent, looks like he could dead-lift the back of a car?

Raylan Givens:
....... Uh-huh.

Karl Hanselman:
My father grew up in Germany, in Munich, before the war. He was very poor. He saw the wealthy of his city, and he wanted what they had. But there was no way someone like him could ever hope to rise to that... and then along came a very charismatic man who knew who was to blame, and my father followed him. Publicly, after the war, my father recanted everything the Reich stood for, but he never did in his heart. In private, after some wine, he would say that his years working for Hitler were the best of his life. His proudest achievement was when Hitler selected him to run a team that went through the country, reacquiring the Fuhrer's old paintings. I hated my father. So, this has been my project. I buy Hitler's shitty paintings... and I burn them.

Hunter Mosley:
You know, I put Bo away five years ago. He was running drugs up through Harlan. Wasn't selling, more of a conduit for shit flowing up from the South. But my problem with the Crowders started a while before that. You remember Henry Crowder?

Raylan Givens:
He drove the Bookmobile around to all the schools.

Hunter Mosley:
Great guy, sweet guy. The one good Crowder.

Raylan Givens:
Yeah.

Hunter Mosley:
Until one day, eight years ago, he picked up a 10-year-old little girl, drove her over to Pine Mountain Forest, tied her up—

Raylan Givens:
No.

Hunter Mosley:
—raped her, strangled her. Charlotte Rose Thomas. My niece.

Raylan Givens:
Well, I can't imagine anything worse than that.

Hunter Mosley:
She'd be finishing high school about now.

Raylan Givens:
You put Henry away?

Hunter Mosley:
I spent years searching high and low. Never found him. But I rode them Crowders hard. Some folks say that's why I put Bo away for his drug running.

Raylan Givens:
As opposed to you actually doing your job.

Hunter Mosley:
Exactly. Did make a contribution, though.

Raylan Givens:
[After defusing the hostage situation] I think the bourbon sealed it.

David Vasquez:
You must be glad to finally find a professional use for your office bottle, huh, Chief?

Art Mullen:
I don't know what you're talking about. I was just as surprised to find that in here as anybody else.

David Vasquez:
It was probably the cleaning staff that left it.

Art Mullen:
Yeah. Teenagers.

Raylan Givens:
Hopped-up kids on a joyride to hell.

Raylan Givens:
[saying grace before Boyd's flock] Dear Lord, before we eat this meal, we ask forgiveness for our sins. Especially Boyd, who blew up a black church with a rocket launcher, and afterwards he shot his associate Jared Hale in the back of the head out on Tate's Creek Bridge. Let the image of Jared's brain matter on that windshield not dampen our appetites, but may the knowledge of Boyd's past sins help guide these men. May this food provide them with all the nourishment they need. But if it does not, may they find comfort in knowing that the United States Marshal Service is offering fifty thousand dollars to any individual providing information that will put Boyd back in prison. Cash or check, we can make it out to them, or to Jesus, whoever they want. In your name, we pray. Amen.

Raylan Givens:
Hey, uh, I was at the office earlier. One of the other deputies was reviewing your cases. He found one that was curious. A fella name of Kit McKendrie.

Mike Reardon:
McKendrie. Yeah.

Raylan Givens:
You remember him?

Mike Reardon:
I remember his face, his greasy hair, stained teeth.

Raylan Givens:
What was the deal there?

Mike Reardon:
Did you read about the case?

Raylan Givens:
Just the bare bones.

Mike Reardon:
[to the bartender] Thanks, darlin'. [to Raylan] Yeah, I had him in my court, before I got to federal. First-time offender. Everything in me said that boy was evil. He had a daddy used to stub butts out on his arm. Swear to Christ, there were cigarette burns all the way up to his shoulder. So, I pushed down what my gut said, I give him a cream puff 18 months, banged it down to time served. About a year later, McKendrie shot a 6-year-old And the state trooper who come to get him. I looked into his eyes, and I knew he was no good, but I let my feelings interfere. Never again.