JUSTIFIED — Season 4

get to know me: favorite characters [2/5]

Tim Gutterson 

time flies, huh?

then maybe I should’ve killed you, huh? maybe i made a mistake.

well, we all have regrets.

cut me a little slack here, okay?

does nothing count, that I let you live?

you’re unarmed, huh?

this… this bullshit… this is gonna be on the nightly news.

got any other skills?

good to see you.

it was justified.

it’s a small office, [name]. i’m concerned when we switch brands of coffee.

my god, [name], any other shit you want to dump on me tonight?

you know him?

these surely are end times.

hey. turn that shit off.

i think he’s dead.

and the dangerous thing about the word of faith is, it puts the believer in the driver’s seat. and it puts god and his will and his plan for your life in the back.

i did what i had to do.

[name] … the minute you walked in, i knew everything was gonna be all right.

who the hell are you, the undertaker?

you know your name, don’t you?

you don’t walk into a person’s house unless you’re invited.

i want you to understand. i don’t pull my sidearm unless i’m gonna shoot to kill.

jesus christ, i got a scattergun pointed right at you.

can you rack in a load before i put a hole through you?

look at you … a suit, a necktie, looking good, looking like a lawman.

yeah, all those days, good and bad, they long gone now.

you think you know me?

i know you like to shoot bad people. i heard about that gun thug you shot.

but, you know, at any point, when you were looking at that gun thug, did you see your daddy’s face?

hey, [name], let me ask you a question. would you shoot me if you got the chance?

you make me pull, i’ll put you down.

it’s always good to see you, [name].

now, you get out of [harlan county] by tomorrow noon, or i’m gonna come looking for you.

come with me while i smoke.

hey, why don’t you come by for supper?

you want to come, there’s nothing on earth gonna stop you.

we’re like big-game hunters, [name], except that you’re the bait.

you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

oh, you folks are missing a hell of a show.

let’s hit it.

you want me to kill ‘em or wing ‘em?

outlaw life’s hard, ain’t it?

what are you packing?

you’ll pay to find that out.

you got ice-cold water running through your veins.

put the gun down, please.

oh, you really did it, huh? you really did it. you did it.

i’m sorry. but you called it.

you almost gave him a heart attack.

i’m gonna be working in kentucky, working for the marshal’s office.

guess i just never thought of myself as an angry man.

dialogue prompts from gutter child by jael richardson.

giving up or giving in would be easier. smarter, even.

you’ve got enough to worry about right now.

you alright? you’ve hardly said a word.

maybe i was born unlucky.

you won’t always feel like this.

i miss my mom.

best to keep your eyes, ears, and nose on what you need to know, instead of what you don’t.

don’t you know it’s rude to stare?

you talk, but no one listens.

now is all that matters.

struggle and sacrifice make us great.

do you understand how much i believe in you?

if you’ve got something to say, best to say it.

i think i’ll keep you.

you’re okay. you’re safe here.

you take your help where you can get it.

when you’ve lived something no one has, you have to talk about it.

do you miss your family?

i try not to worry, because nothing good comes from it.

don’t go looking for your reflection in someone else’s mirror.

i never knew anything good that came without a bit of hurt.

we don’t have to be family to be family, if you know what i’m saying.

everywhere we go, we find family.

i don’t know if i have happiness but i found purpose, which is far more useful.

i came on my own. no one knows i’m here.

i need to know if you can keep a secret.

i’ve always wanted a friend. i’ll be a good one.

nothing is as painful as love.

i feel guilty and sad and angry, sometimes all at once.

i don’t think i want to be a mother.

family is not a burden.

i don’t know that life’s really living without family, without someone.

why do i always have to do your work for you?

i’m so sorry. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.

you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

we do what we do in order to survive.

there are so many rules and i hate them all.

surviving is the only thing i think about.

i try to just focus on what’s next.

you’re my first friend, my best friend.

what a disappointment you are.

i can’t believe you would do this to me.

i worry that you don’t know right from wrong.

dialogue prompts from martita, i remember you by sandra cisneros.

i have to restructure my life a bit.

i haven’t forgotten you, not once.

that’s the only photo i have of us. can you believe it?

we were waiting for something to happen. isn’t that what all women do?

i couldn’t go home. i couldn’t.

some things i prefer to enjoy in private.

people here don’t normally look at each other, and they never smile. at least, not at me.

i haven’t met any writers.

i can’t go home. not yet.

it’s taken all my courage to get this far.

i quit three jobs to get here. i can’t return, not yet.

just try not to look worried, or you’ll give it all away.

you can stay as long as you want.

it’s too late to do anything about it.

i dreamed a gun was held to my temple, but when i woke up, it was only an elbow.

anything free from a man always is more expensive.

don’t cry. please don’t cry.

all my life i’ve been waiting.

lovemaking is what religion is supposed to be.

god isn’t inside a church, he’s inside you.

there’s only one bed, in one room.

it’s so cold out tonight, the stars don’t even blink.

please don’t leave me alone tonight.

promise you won’t say anything to anyone. please.

please take care. you believe the whole world is good, like you.

wish me luck, and i will wish the same for you.

my life is one big “same”. boring.

they say i’m cork: when others drown, i float.

i don’t have a good memory, but i remember emotions.

i hold you in my heart.

by the time i had the energy to take a look at my life, years and years had passed.

i deserve to be held, don’t i?

any city’s beautiful if you’re rich.

you can get used to anything, i suppose.