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Who are these people?

Raylan, who's out there?

Miami gun thugs, I suspect.

What do they want?

Me.

Is my daddy moving?

No.

You didn't happen to bring
your rocket launcher, did you?

I didn't think to pack one.

All we want is Raylan Givens!

How about I come out unarmed,

and you come out
unarmed and we talk?

The second he clears,
you shoot him in the gut.

Maybe we can get him
to Gio before he dies.

Gotcha.

Why don't we all just run?

Well, someone's got to keep them here
for the other two to have a chance.

I'll stay, then.

Boyd, I'm asking you,

take Ava out of here.

Come on.

My hands are empty.

Me too.

Where's your friend?

Is he dead?

Yeah, I think so.

- Where's Ava?
- She's running through the woods.

Where you going?

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

I'll get her.

What are you gonna
do after you get her?

I ain't quite figured that out yet.

You gonna shoot to stop me?

- Maybe.
- I'm pretty sure you're empty.

You gonna bet your life on that?

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

Where's your boyfriend?

Which one?

Holy shit.

Where you headed?

Cincy.

Not any more.

You going to kill me?

- Do I have to?
- No.

What's that?

Boyd!

How long you been following me?

Truck stop.

I'll take it from here, all right?

I believe I got it from here, Raylan.

You just gonna execute her?

I wouldn't call it an execution.
More like retribution.

She killed my daddy.

Which is what you wanted to do.

And besides, the gun thug behind the
tree killed your daddy, and I got him.

Are you gonna split hairs with me?

I'm just saying.

Well, what's to stop me
from pulling this trigger, Raylan?

That it would be a sin?

Don't get me wrong.

I have no moral objection
to you killing her.

You understand, miss,
the life you've led.

But I need her alive.

And if I don't comply?

Boyd, nice shot.

Get my friend to a hospital.
He's been shot. Let's go.

Will do.

You're twice as attractive
as Julia ever thought of being.

You've got twice the looks, twice the
mind, and 10 times the quality.

What do you mean?

My God, she needs a doctor.

She's needed one for a while,

but I don't think these next
two minutes are gonna kill her.

What do you want?

What I did, the way I killed your man,
Tommy Bucks,

I understand you feel like
you need to come after me.

Trouble is, there are people I care about
that are getting caught in the crossfire.

So, this ends right here, right now.

What would you give me in return?

You leave me alone,
and we will leave her alone.

You have my word.

I need more.

Well, I'd give you more, but everyone
else you've sent my way is dead.

Let's go, Gio. She needs a doctor.

I need guarantees about my business.

All right, look.
I've tried to be reasonable.

You give me your word in 10 seconds,
or I shoot you in the head.

Just... Time-out.

Maybe I should...

Just let it ring.

We can't get to the phone right now.
Leave a message. Bye!

Raylan, I'm walking in.

Whatever you're thinking
about doing, don't.

Mr. Reyes, my name's Dan Grant.

I'm the chief deputy
of the Miami Marshals office.

There's an ambulance on the way
for your niece.

Till it gets here, we're gonna talk,

the three of us, like civilised men.

See if we can't work
something out, okay?

Okay, let's talk.

Not here.

The kitchen, then.

- I could use a drink.
- Not the kitchen.

- In the den?
- No.

And not the master bedroom,
not your office.

- This far enough?
- A little further.

Okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.
See if this makes sense.

You come after Raylan,
harm him in any way,

I'll kill you myself.

- Go ahead. Say it.
- I thought that went well.

Okay. Get 'em up.

So, Art called you?

Yeah. You want to stay?

You want to stay? The AUSA
has long forgotten about Tommy Bucks.

O'Neill's retired. I got a slot open.

I didn't think you missed me.

Well, you know,
I had a wart once when I was a kid...

Right. And when it was gone,
you missed it?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I get it.

Wait. Hold up.

Is this your idea,
or did Art suggest this?

Suggest what?

Shit. He did.

- I owe him one.
- What for?

Well, he took you off my hands,
didn't he?

Dan, I went to Kentucky.

I did my job, and as far as
I'm concerned, I did it well.

- What's your point?
- My point is, this trouble I'm in is bullshit.

- I don't understand.
- I don't know why they give us guns.

Raylan,

I'm trying to offer you your old job back.
I thought that's what you wanted.

Right now, I just want to go home
and go to bed.

Disappointed?

Dan says the cartel's
gonna leave you alone.

Yeah. Well, I'm still gonna sit
facing the door.

- What about Boyd?
- What about him?

He agree to that, not gonna
run out and avenge his daddy?

Well, I figured I'd talk to him tomorrow
at the hospital.

Well, you're a little late for that.

Slipped out in the middle of the night.

Well, that's good news.
He must be feeling better.

So, you want to transfer me?

Honestly, Raylan,
I don't know who would take you.

Everything I did, I saw no choice.

You should have called for backup.

Bo said if he saw anyone but me,
he'd kill Ava.

And so you took Boyd?

It made sense at the time.

Well, you know what happens now,
don't you?

We get legions of
AUSAs all up in our ass.

Tim!

We're gonna do the gun thing.

Relinquishing a firearm
can be a very emotional moment,

and there always must be
another deputy in attendance.

Add in some premium alcohol,
what could possibly go wrong?

Thank you.

What are you going to get next?

Probably the same thing.

You should think about an Uzi.

How'd your father get that
bullet in his arm, in the motel?

I don't clearly recall.
A lot seemed to happen at once.

What did Arlo say?

Your father said you shot him by accident
when the bad guys started shooting.

He should know.

We're looking for the $20,000

that the Marshals Service gave to
your father to give to Bo Crowder.

Your father said he passed it on, but
we didn't find it in Crowder's things.

- Arlo has it.
- You know this?

I know Arlo.

You guys think I stole it?

Just 'cause I've shot the occasional
person doesn't make me a thief.

Hey, Harlan man.

You think
you might be interested in possibly...

Yes.

You don't even know
what I was gonna ask.

Is it gonna get me out of here?

So, who we going after?

Jimmy Earl Dean.

Three first names,
triple winner right off the bat.

Sex offender, statutory rape.

Got his release two weeks ago.

State police got a call on the tip line.

Man matching his description
was aggravating a teenage girl.

Why'd you ask me to go with you?

I'm not comfortable with these people.

What people? Perverts?

People in Harlan.

Anytime I've gone to coal country,
everyone was all polite...

- I'd prefer to do paperwork.
- ... "Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am."

Trying to keep in mind it's the
21st century and what's expected.

But when the cuffs come out,

then I'm a black bitch.

So, you want me to help
you with my people?

You know, throw 'em a pork rind
or some Ding Dongs?

If you wouldn't mind.

No, ma'am.

Hey. You can't take those.

My daddy told you two days ago
to stay away from me.

I told him about you creeping up
again yesterday.

You see me coming near you?

I'm way over here,
and I'm gonna stay over here.

- But you stop harvesting.
- Why should I?

This is my daddy's weed
and my daddy's shed.

- You're trespassing.
- I don't care whose shed it is.

- That's not your weed.
- Not yours, either.

It belongs to the folks I work for.

Really? They didn't grow it.

- Grown on their land.
- Grown on state land.

You gonna be a lawyer now?

Is this how come you
been perving on me?

Now, how have I been perving on you?
Have I exposed myself?

Have I made any lewd
or unwanted comments toward you?

No, I have not.

Well, right now
you're talking to a 14-year-old girl

- you have no reason to be talking to.
- I have a reason to be talking to you.

You're trying to steal something
don't belong to you.

Hey! I told you to stay back.

Yes, ma'am. Okay. Fine.

Where's your mama?

Did she die, or did she run off?

You miss your mama?

At your age, I imagine you do.

I mean, a girl your age,
she needs somebody to talk to.

It's not like
your daddy could do a good job of that.

It's not like you could talk to him
about your period.

You gonna be the one to talk to me
about that?

- Well, I'm closer in age.
- Not by much.

Come on. I just turned 30.

Any man over 18 talking to me
about my period is a pervert.

Shit, any man period
talking to me about my period.

Period. That's funny.
You're very funny. That's good stuff.

Is this gonna be your new line,

how we got the same sense of humour?

What's in your mind?

How do you think this is gonna go?

You thinking,
"Maybe we'll fight a little,

"then it'll turn to wrestling and tickling
and laughing, then she'll say,

"'Don't touch me there,
and then she won't stop me"?

Is that how it runs in your head?

You don't even know what to say now,
do you?

Even me talking about wrestling and
tickling and "Don't touch me there,"

it's like a spell's been cast,
and you don't want to break it.

Or maybe you're just dreaming,
and you don't want to wake up.

- Well, wake up!
- God damn it!

I tried nice with you.

Hell, I tried friendly.

That didn't work, did it?

You know, people ask me
why I came back here to Harlan.

And I tell them it's 'cause the
Bennett boys gave me a job.

But, honestly, that's not it.

That's not it at all.

I came back here
because of you, Loretta.

Come here!

Shit!

He works for them?

When he came by here,
he just said he was some bank man.

Well, he followed me into the shed.

- Oh, Jesus.
- What's wrong?

I called that tip line this morning.

Daddy, I told you not to do that.

Don't worry. It's anonymous.

All right. Well, I'll go talk to Mags.
She likes me.

Retty?

When you talk to her,
don't say anything about us growing.

Well, with the perv working for her,
she already knows, Daddy.

With our little convoy,
you listen closely enough,

you could have heard toilets
flushing up and down this holler,

everybody dumping their stash.

Hey, you or any of your people have
any sightings of Boyd Crowder lately?

No, but we're looking for him.

- State police!
- Why are you looking for him?

Well, you took out Bo Crowder.

No. Miami gun thugs flipped his switch.
I was just a spectator.

At any rate, Bo's gone.

Open up, McCready.
I saw you at the window.

You think Boyd's gonna try
to fill his father's shoes,

take his place as the
crime lord of Harlan?

What's that old saying
from science class?

Nature abhors a vacuum?

- What?
- Sir, I'm Trooper Tom Bergen.

These are Deputy US Marshals
Brooks and Givens.

They're on a detail,
looking for a sex offender.

Jimmy Earl Dean.

Well, what business is it of mine?

Well, Mr. McCready,
you called the state tip line.

The hell I did!

Sir, you might have thought
it was an anonymous call, but it's not.

When you call,
your name and your address pop up.

On the recording you left,

you said that a man from Rabbit Holler
was bothering your daughter.

The fella we're looking for,
he's from Rabbit Holler.

Well, I didn't call any line
or make any recording.

- Is your daughter home, sir?
- No, ma'am.

But you do have a daughter
who's of the same age

of the girl mentioned on the tip line?

Would you please leave?

Sir, you change your mind,

if you want to help us put away
a known and dangerous sex offender,

you give us a call.

Why so scared?

Well, there's about 10 sets of eyes
that saw us roll up to his house.

Does James Earl Dean have a job?

He put something down
on his registration.

- Green Mountain ATV Tours.
- Oh, shit!

That's why McCready's so nervous.

The guy who's perving on his daughter
works for the Bennetts.

Who are the Bennetts?

Hold still, still...

Unless you want to bleed some more.

- I am holding still!
- Well, hold stiller.

Anybody want some cheese?

Here. Now you can
stick on the Band-Aids yourself.

I am gonna teach them a lesson.

Hey, Doyle and me,
we're gonna take care of McCready.

All right. Well, I'm gonna
take care of the girl.

What? Loretta? What for?

Seems to me she showed craftiness
and guile protecting her stash.

Well, it ain't your face.

Did I not tell you
that there would be booby traps?

Stop by the store,
see what kind of cheese Mama got.

How about you spending the 10 minutes
I'm gone cleaning up this shithole?

Maybe get it from hideous
to just plain awful.

Hey there, Walt!

- You know why we're here?
- No.

Where's Loretta?

Down at your mother's store,
getting some flour.

- Let's take this inside.
- All right.

Look, Doyle, when I called that line,

I didn't know he worked for you.
I never would've...

What the hell you talking about?

Called what line?

Why are you here?

- What the hell?
- This is more Dickie's business.

I'm just standing by, make sure
you don't do anything stupid.

You've been planting on our land, Walt.

- It's state land!
- Now, you've been planting on our land,

and any planting's by our say-so,
and you did not have our say-so.

I was just trying to make a living!

Sally Ann's medical
about wiped me clean.

Find something else,
maybe even something lawful.

Hell, you could start
by selling that watch.

It ain't real gold!

Sally Ann gave it to me on my wedding.

Walt!

You gonna come after us?

Maybe take a shot
while we're going to the car?

I ain't stupid!

Well, we're just gonna make sure.

Come on, now!

It's okay, Walt. Won't break the bone.
Hardly even break the skin.

It's so harmless,
why don't you put your foot in it?

Come on, now, Walt.

Put your foot in.

- The hell I will!
- Put your foot in, Walt.

I swear I won't grow no more weed!

Where's that bud
your Loretta took from the shed?

It's behind the stereo. I wouldn't lie.

What were you talking about before?

- Calling what line?
- Nothing.

- Put your foot in, Walt!
- No!

Put your foot in, Walt.

He do anything to you?

I got away before he could.

Did you tell your daddy?

I did.

How is your daddy, Loretta?

He still under the cloud
from your mother's passing?

Some days.

Some days or most days?

He taking care of you?
Keeping a proper home?

He sits in his chair mostly.

When he's not growing weed
without my say-so.

Don't blame him.

I done most of the work on that score.

You should've come to me, Loretta,
straight up.

We'll work something out.

As for the pervert,

you don't have to worry
about him no more.

Sir, would you think I'm bold to inquire
what you do as your job?

Well, which one's the question,
what do I think, or what do I do?

Loretta, don't you know
drug enforcement?

You see a man in a suit of clothes?
They come around sniffing the air.

No, no, you got us wrong.
We're Marshals Service.

We go around smelling flowers
till we get turned on to wanted felons.

- Raylan Givens.
- Mrs. Bennett.

This is Deputy Rachel Brooks.

Deputy.

Been away so long,
you forgot to call me Mags.

I didn't want to presume.

Loretta, this is Raylan Givens.

He used to be a big baseball player
in high school.

Now he's a Federal.

Look at poor Loretta, eyes drooping,
us talking about the old days.

You run along home, Loretta.
Let us ancients catch up.

Can I interest you in some apple pie?

I remember your apple pie.

I make it 180 proof.

Cut it with cider, some apple juice,
add some cinnamon and vanilla.

Reach me that glass, would you?

Could've done with a
pinch more cinnamon.

- Cinnamon really sells the pie.
- As good as I remember it.

Would you like some, ma'am?

No, thank you.

How's business, Mags?

This place?

- I get by.
- And the rest?

So, that's why you're here.

You go ahead and prove it.

I run a store, help these poor people come
up from the holler with their food stamps.

When's anybody seen
me cultivating herb?

I told you, Mags, we're
not drug enforcement.

As long as they got nothing on you,
we don't, either.

I hear you got a good thousand acres
from here to West Virginia.

What's good about it?

You plant a third for the law,
a third for the thieves.

What's left you sell to the dealers,
the ones making the real profit.

Used to be, marijuana was the
number-one cash crop in Kentucky.

Now you got all the pills,
worse even than methamphetamine.

I don't have anything to do with that.

I remember your granddaddy.

He cooked all week and
preached on Sunday.

Six years I came over to Harlan
and sold all the liquor he cooked,

and we did better than fair.

How is your daddy?

He's at home, far as I know.

I heard what happened with
the Crowders. That blew up big.

- Have you seen Boyd?
- No. Why?

Just need a word.

You come here looking for
Boyd Crowder? That it?

Hey. Hello there, cowboy.

Hello, Doyle.

I'm guessing this ain't a coincidence.

Well, word travels.
You and your hat are famous.

- Doyle, this is Deputy Rachel Brooks.
- Ma'am.

So, what brings you both to our town?

Raylan's looking for Boyd Crowder.

- Actually, no.
- We're looking for James Earl Dean.

Never trust a man
with three first names.

Not this one, anyway.

He some big federal fugitive?

He's a sex offender.

I didn't know
that was on the Marshals' purview.

It got added to the plate this year.

Why you looking for him here?

Word is, he works for you.

You think I hire sex offenders?

It's not against the law.

Maybe your boys hired him.

I mean, not Doyle, of course,
but Coover or Dickie?

Neither me nor my tads
would do such a thing.

We're reefer farmers, Raylan.

We don't consort with sexual deviants.

I respect how you feel, Mags,

and I know you love your tads,

but we're gonna want to talk to them,
in your presence, if you'd like.

You can invite them here,
or we'll just go hunt them down.

Well, you ever get to talk to them
face-to-face,

this might help ease the pain.

- You sure, ma'am?
- I am.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Don't take anything
without paying for it.

Mama, you really are a mean, old coot.

- So, is this your uniform?
- My day off.

Still driving the company car, though?

You think that's a misappropriation?

You want to come back,
run against me?

I could never do your job.

I just want to say hey.

You sure
this guy doesn't work for your clan?

I couldn't tell you. I'm not in the
family business, as you know.

- Good to see you, Raylan.
- Good to see you, too, Doyle.

Ma'am.

Either of you want to take anything,
go ahead.

Just leave a note. I'll cover it.

Maybe we will. Thank you.

Raylan Givens.

I seen you and your hat on the TV
some weeks back.

How'd I look?

Must have been official.
You weren't smiling.

- That's just Coover shooting rats.
- Okay.

Okay.

I don't know if anyone called you,

but we're looking for someone
in your employ,

Jimmy Earl Dean. Is he here?

Was. Took off.

- When?
- Few minutes ago.

For what it's worth,
I never knew he was a molester.

Hell.

All that shooting, that's all you got?

Another one of them sons of bitches in
there, you want to take a try at it?

I shot rats as a kid. Used to
chase 'em out of the shit houses.

Alls you have to do is
go in the kitchen, huh?

Where I know you?

- Coover, this is Raylan Givens.
- So?

So, he is a Federal.

Well, you can ask me,
am I growing reefer,

and I will tell you no.

Coover, you throw a dead rat at my car,
what are you trying to tell me?

Take it any way you want, Raylan.

Long as you know I'm serious.

You're telling me
you're a mean son of a bitch.

You know how many wanted felons
have given me this look?

I say a thousand, I know I'm low.

Some turn ugly as I put on the cuffs.
They're too late.

Some others, I swear,
they even try to draw down on me.

Dickie, you hear that?

- He's threatening us.
- No, he ain't.

He's got a piece under his coat.

And you got one in your hand,
for Christ's sake.

Yeah, so does the negress!

Rachel, if Coover raises
his piece, shoot him.

If you'll move a step either way.

Coover, put the gun down now.

I said now, God damn it!

Well, if you see your friend...

Ex-employee.

Tell him if he comes in on his own,
it's worth a lot. If not, different story.

It's good to see you, Dickie.

You too, Raylan. You too.

You and your hat.

Get up.

Get up slowly, quietly,
because if you wake him,

I will kill him.

So, things have changed.

I am no longer welcome here in Harlan,

which means it's time
for a little road trip.

Are you up for that, sweetheart?

This is where you nod.

There you go.

Now, you're gonna have to ride
in the trunk for a little while.

Anybody sees the two of us, they might
not understand our age difference.

Or the tape. Get in.

- Givens.
- Listen. Our BOLO paid off.

Patrol clocked Dean on 75,
headed towards Tennessee.

- What exit?
- Passed 11 less than five minutes ago.

Any sign of the girl?

Well, he didn't get too close.

Didn't want to spook Mr. Dean.

All right. Well, that's the smart play.

If she's with him,
and we should assume she is,

we can't do a roadblock or a strip.

That's right.

You want me to call in some backup?

All right.

We got this far being smart.
Let's not blow it now.

You tell me if he comes back.

Loretta?

You all right?

You kick twice if you're okay.

It's all right. We're gonna get you
out of there, one minute.

He left something.
He's on his way out.

Loretta, right now I need you
to make yourself as small as possible.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

What's it look like I'm doing?

Are you stealing gas?

Yeah. Shit. You caught me.

I'm stealing gas.

I don't know why I do it.

It's not like I can't afford it.

Yeah. Whatever. Get out of here.

Can't I just have a couple gallons?

Look, asshole.
I'm gonna tell you one more time...

What the hell?

Hey!

That's it.

Okay, I'm just gonna
ask you one question.

Do you know how a firearm works?

What?

The key word in firearm is "fire."

When the pin hits the cap, makes the charge
explode, meaning there's a spark,

which should be of some concern
to a man soaked in gasoline.

That's bullshit.

That spark's too far
away from the gasoline.

You didn't finish school,
did you, Mr. Dean?

It's not the liquid that burns.
It's the fumes.

Now, look.

Normally, I would have just shot
you myself the second you pulled.

But I am doing my level best
to avoid the paperwork

and the self-recrimination
that comes with it,

though Lord knows you're the kind
that makes it worth it and more.

Come on, Jimmy.

Can't we just try to end this without
you turning yourself into the human torch?

You know my name.

Then you know what I got in that trunk.

How about I just kill her?

Gasoline aside,

you aim that in any direction, my
partner's gonna pop you in the head.

There you go.

Hey.

Slow.

Slow.

This might hurt.

Would he have really
gone up like a torch?

I don't know. But it sounded good.

I call it apple pie.

Go ahead. Tell me what you think.

It's good.

It does taste like apple pie.

It does, doesn't it?

Loretta okay?

Fine under the circumstances.

Where is she at?

Down the holler with a friend.

When the police brought her back,
did they ask about your leg?

They did.

I told them that I was fixing the trap.

When I was prying it
open, my leg slipped in.

How about the gunshot wound?

They didn't mention it.

Well, Walt,
it's on account of all that I come here,

brought this 'shine as a peace offering.

I want Dickie to apologise to you.

Right. Right.

Walt,

I should not have shot you in the leg
or trapped your foot.

And,

we could have worked something out
about you growing.

It was already in the
glass, not in the jar.

Why Dickie and me
can drink and be okay.

It's too late now, Walt.

Medicine already doing its work.

Even if you got on a
helicopter right now,

you'd still be past care.

Why?

Why do you think?

Because I called that police line?

You never go outside, Walt.
You know that.

I didn't know he worked for you!

This is the bad part, but
it doesn't last long.

The mixture's all natural,
from up in the hills.

All kinds of knowledge in the hills.

It's something my
grandmama taught me.

She learned it from her grandmama.

Loretta...

I'll raise her myself.

Don't you think that'll
be better for her,

the way it's been around here,
with you and your sadness?

All the troubles of your hard life,

it's all gone now.

You get to know the mystery, Walt.

You get to see your Sally Ann again.

Find the girl.

- Beer?
- Why not?

So, how's work?

Exhilarating. What do you think?

Did you really call me here
to talk to me about work?

Not unless it's exhilarating.

I was starting to think
you were never gonna call me.

And don't say you've been busy.
No one's that busy.

- I like the ambiance.
- I pay extra for that.

Did I scare you off when I said
we should get together and talk?

No.

Then why am I out
here breathing diesel?

Last time you were in there,
you took off your wedding ring.

Yeah, and as I recall,
you put up a hell of a fight.

I mean, if you really wanted to talk,
we'd have met on neutral ground,

and not five feet and a flimsy door
away from that lumpy bed of yours.

Okay. No.

I invited you here because I'm tired,

and I wanted to have a word
before I went to sleep.

So, what's keeping you?

Son of a bitch!

Yeah, that's what a girl wants to hear
for pillow talk. Regret.

- You're gonna get that?
- Givens.

Raylan, it's Trooper Tom Bergen.

Hey, Tom. What's up?

Am I catching you at a bad time?

- No, no, no, it's fine.
- Okay.

Well, I got a line on
Boyd Crowder for you.

Finally surfaced, huh?

Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

Fire in the hole!

Fire in the hole!

Fire in the hole!