You want to run your hillbilly heroin fiefdom up here, that’s between you and the great state of Kentucky. I got no interest in shitkicker-on-shitkicker crime. But you will not drag me into this. The next time you set up an operation in this county or any other it better not have my god damn family name on the deed or so help me God, I will lose this star and the dance we do subsequent to that will not end with you finding Jesus in a hospital bed.
This scene and this string of dialogue is a distilled example of why Justified is a show I love unironically.
Actually, this whole episode. Especially the scene with Boyd and Limehouse that is very, very relevant to the plot and perfectly illustrative of Boyd and Limehouse, and sets the scene for their relationship this season AND is a subtle, non-after-school-special-style presentation of Appalachian race relations.
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love them, love the bromance, love how amused Boyd is