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Narrator:
Previously on justified...

I overheard every word of that
conversation between you and crowder,

and I want that money.

How am I gonna get my
hands on that money,

you think,
while I am inside here?

Ash: Nap time's over, gimpy.

Dickie: There you go.

What the hell, man?

You're free, brother.

Free where? Where the hell am I?

You're out of tramble.

Well, awesome.

Ifthings go well.

How are you doing, ash?

Let's go.

You know where they're going?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

80 hard to get cell phone
service in these holler roads.

Fine! But you got
to promise me that,

no matter how weird this
thing gets, you say I cooperated.

See, Tanner's kind of
like my talent scout.

From what I've heard,
you have been

pushedto asecondfierposmon

at an enterprise
that's going nowhere fast.

What, are you saying
you got something better?

Devil, whatever led you to
believe that you could pull this off?

Wait!

There's supposed to be $3
million in here, limehouse.

Look, it's all spent, except
what you see right there.

Ibeheve
the terms of the deal are

I receive the money
and then we are through.

That's right. Those are the
terms.

Then you take it back.
I do not accept this.

If things are going to plan,
we would've heard by now.

So now we got to
do the other thing.

Come on, no! No! No!

Hey, before you get in the car,

I may have a way for us
to make some more money.

What if he finds out?

What if who
finds out about what?

What if Dickie Bennett
finds out you lied

when you told him this here was all
that was left of his mama's money?

Well, about the only way I can
see him finding out about this here

is if someone was to tell him.

I ain't the only one who knows.

He does find out, you
know he'll come looking for it.

There'll be no stopping him.

Oh, I'll stop him.

Besides, I hear they fixin'
to send him back to tramble.

Inside or out, $3 million
buy a lot of friends.

Well, anybody comes,
we're gonna stop them.

How it's always been.

And why you asking questions? You
think I ain't taking care of business?

No, sir, Mr. Limehouse.

Just think we should get us a couple
tramble brothers to shiv his ass.

No. That ain't the agreement
I made with his mama.

I don't know your
agreement with his mama.

Boy, what is you really
asking? Where that 3 million is?

No, sir.

So you lay down
your head at night,

and you dream about all the
living you could do with that money?

Boy, that dream will get you
killed quicker than a bullet.

Now, you know what
you need to know.

And itwasn't no 3 million.
Not near.

Now, you get that put away.

I'm gonna go check
this smoker here.

Don't know why we're out here
freezing our asses off

instead of just tossing
this traitor in a slurry pond.

Devil was a friend
before he became a traitor.

You remember what
your daddy used to say?

"Once you make up
your mind to kill a man,

"there ain't nothing
left to talk about."

Thinking about it
only makes it harder.

Well, maybe it should be harder.

That kind of attitude might make a
man blink when the moment comes.

Did I blink?

Arlo, there's no need
to Rob the bodies of the dead.

Thought we weren't
robbing the dead.

This is devil's last gift to us.

We return to the
great unknown a man

with a bellyful of
the fruit of temptation.

May his entrance into that world

be more painless than
his exit from this one.

I'm sorry.

I was trying not to wake you.

I was up.

Doing what?

You know, packing, making lists.

Looks smaller, doesn't it?

Yeah, well,
they always do, empty.

You remember the first time
you set foot in this house?

You came in
the dark that night, too.

Came in through the garden door.

Poor Gary.
Scared him halfto death.

I apologized for that.

I remember coming down these
stairs and seeing you in the kitchen

and knowing that my
marriage to Gary was over.

I thought you'd be angry, me
coming home at 2:00 in the morning.

Do you want a beer?

Seriously. You're seven
weeks pregnant, ready to move.

I haven't done anything
to line up a place for us.

I'm just out there
running and gunning...

All right. You've
convinced me. I'm angry.

I'm still not
gonna fight with you.

I'm done trying to
change who you are.

And I'm done pretending that I
could ever feel about anyone else

the way I feel about you.

That may be the sweetest thing
you ever said to me.

You want a beer or not?

Wake up.

Come on. Wake up, shitbird.

Morning.

Relax, relax, relax,
relax, relax.

Relax.

Look, we don't have
a lot of time.

Well, actually,
you don't have a lot of time.

You ever see that movie,
where the evil, spic-a-roo surgeon

snatches up the pretty gringo
tourists and cuts out all their organs,

sells them off to rich folks who
want to skip the transplant line?

Well, it turns out that's
pretty much all bullshit.

Jesus. What did you do to me?

Most organs,
your heart, your lungs,

won't stay viable if removed
outside of a hospital setting.

Kidneys, though,

You can take a healthy kidney,
put it on ice for two full days.

Reinstall it, and that baby goes back
to work without ever missing a beat.

Now, there are people
all over the world

that are just
chomping at the bit

to pay 20, sometimes 30 grand,
for a new pair of kidneys,

and they don't give two shits
where they came from.

You can't take my kidneys.

I already have.

Now, like I said, your kidneys will
do just fine for a while without you.

Unfortunately, you can't
last long without them.

Poisons are gonna begin
to build up in your blood.

It's gonna make
your skin change color.

It's gonna feel like someone
reached inside of your guts

and iiterallyjust
started twisting.

Eventually, you're
gonna start puking blood.

Your body's gonna
go into convulsions,

and then your muscles
are gonna seize up

so hard that your bones
will actually break.

Well, how do I stop it?

You could go to the hospital.

Although,
seeing as you're a fugitive,

that means you're
gonna have to spend

the rest of your life
getting dialysis treatments

in a prison infirmary.

Or you can buy
them back from me.

I don't have any money.

I suggest you find some.

Let's say 20 grand.
Now, you have

Four hours to be
at this address.

If you're late,

if you don't have the cash,

if you bring the cops,

then I'm gonna sell your kidneys

to a businessman I already
have lined up in Chicago.

Get out of the car. Now!

J“ on this lonely road

j“ trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I'm fighting for my soul

j“ god get at your boy

j“ you try to bogard
fallback, igo hard

j“ on this lonely road
trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I see them long,
hard times to come j“

You sure it was Dewey?

First car on the scene
showed him the fugitive printout.

That's why they called us.

What about fancy Lance?
You okay?

Why?

When's the last time you slept?

Well, I was sleeping
like a baby till you called.

Lance, the prison nurse?

Yeah. I thought Dickie
said Dewey was his hostage.

Oh, you're saying Dickie
might be full of shit?

Or Dewey gave Lance the slip.

They say which way
he was coming from?

You really think
a male nurse gonna go

"butch and Sundance"
in a motel room?

Just butch.

He's a prison nurse.

What's that mean?

Means he might know enough law

to realize he's looking at felony
murder for his two dead partners.

You want us to use a ram?

Or...

Lance, you in there?

Looks like we get to
use the ram after all.

You're just dying to smash
something, aren't you?

Did any of the witnesses
of the carjacking

say Dewey was covered in blood?

Perhaps a little pale?

Looks like somebody's
been killing chickens in here.

Maybe your boy Crowe got the
drop on him and it's the nurse's blood.

Dewey ain't the
"get the drop on anyone" type.

More like the "running around
with his head cut off" type.

Oh, my god. Open the register.

Okay. Move it!

Don't make me hurt you. Come on!

Where's the rest of it?

Rest of what?

You heard me, man.
I just need the register.

Now, I don't want to hurt you,
but I will it! Have to.

Where's the rest of the cash?

I swear all the cash
is in the register.

There's like 200 bucks!

All this expensive shit you got
here, there's only 200 bucks?

I'd barely get
a blender with that!

Mostly our customers
just use credit cards.

The receipts are in the drawer.

Just take something, anything
in the store, and sell it on eBay.

I don't have time for that.
I need cash.

Where do people use cash?

He took $229 from the register,

left 50-some-thousand-dollars'
worth of merchandise behind?

Well, he never was the
sharpest apple in the city.

Why did he take so
long to start traveling?

I mean, he could have driven
all day yesterday

while we were
busy chasing Dickie.

Could have robbed a mattress
store in El Paso this morning

before crossing the damn border.

Well, maybe Lawrence nightingale
really did take him prisoner.

Get it? Lawrence... instead of
Florence. Florence nightingale?

Yeah. I got it.

Oh, Jesus. Not again.

Don't tell me guys
pay you by credit card.

I saw some girl
on TV say she could

make 3,000 bucks in
one night on the pole.

Now, granted,
she was a nine-and-a-half,

and you're a six,
if I'm feeling generous,

but I figured you'd be
good for a grand or so.

It's 10:00 in the morning.

Lexington ain't hardly Vegas.

You think I don't know that?

It's not too late for you, son.

It's getting there.

Guy said I had maybe six hours
before my skin would start turning color.

First step is
admit you need help.

I need money.

Son, drugs are a temporary
solution to a permanent problem.

You think I'm a tweaker?

Learned not to label
others lest I be labeled.

Man, you don't know shit.

Do you know you're bleeding?

Now, hold on!

You think this is a joke?

I told him! I told all of you!

I'm a desperate man!

"Desperate man," huh?

That's what he said.

He really bust out of tramble?

He had help.

That where he
got the transplant?

I'm sorry? The kidneys?

The cuts on his stomach.

He told you they
were from a transplant?

No, butwhen my aunt
had her kidneys swapped out

for a new set from
this kid who drowned,

she had cuts in the same places.

Guy matching Crowe's description

just knocked over
a fluff 'n' fold.

I don't see what
good we're doing

just trailing after his mayhem.

You stick with Dewey.

I'm headed to Tyree medical,
pay a visit to Mr. Ash Murphy.

The prison guard? What makes
you think he knows anything?

He said things might get
weird. I'd say this qualifies.

You never came home.

I just need a little time.

You regret killing him?

I regret that he
made it necessary.

I want to show you something.

Still hurts like he” sometimes.

Dickie Bennett's
gonna pay for that.

Let me see yours.

We didn't get these working down
a mine or putting a car in a ditch.

This is the price we
pay for the life we live.

I chose this life, Ava.

So did I.

And whatever you decide,
I'm in it, same as you.

This fella

that put these ideas into devil's
head, a fella name of Tanner,

I got to decide
what to do about him.

Now, Tanner himself, he ain't so
much, but the people he works for,

well, if they
decide to come in force,

I don't know that
we're gonna be equal to it.

I don't believe that.

What the hell do you want?

Is that any way to greet
the man who saved your life?

You ran me over.

Twice.

Saved me from
having to shoot you.

Do you not remember drawing
down on a federal officer?

You did not have to
do it a second time.

You still had
the gun in your hand.

Whatever.

Okay. You know what?
Instead of a thank you,

just tell me what you meant when
you said things might get weird.

You really
expect me to help you?

I know that junior
and coombs got popped,

which means I'm on the hook
for felony murder, right?

Which is a double life sentence.

You really expect me to believe

that you're gonna be
able to cut me a deal?

What is this, morphine? Yeah.

You give it to yourself,
what's to stop you from oding?

Well, if you hit it
too many times,

it locks itself out for a bit.
Come on.

What do you know about kidneys?

They're the Cadillac of beans.
Come on.

Shit! Shit's starting to wear
off. Come on, come on, come on.

Ash, you been
futzing with men's organs?

Shit!

It was Lance.

We were gonna
strip them for parts.

He said that we'd
get 50 grand easy

just for livers
and kidneys alone.

He'd been doing itwith bodies
at the tramble morgue.

It wasn't me.

Itwas him, his idea.

What I want to know now is
who was doing the cutting?

I don't know.

Excuse me. I thought I made
myself clear to the other detectives.

He won't give me my morphine.
He hit me with his car.

He... I told him
everything that I know and...

Deputy us marshal, ma'am.

Well, whoever you are,
this man is my patient.

Well, he's my prisoner.
Don't worry about that.

The machine cuts
him off from oding.

I'm sorry. What is so important

that you would
treat him that way?

Do you know what
he is, your patient?

Well, I know it's
not supposed to matter.

Not to you, either, ibeheve.

You know, I got a question.
It's a medical one.

Say you took both
a guy's kidneys,

then you closed him up.

If you're taking out both his
kidneys, there's no reason to close.

Say you did.
You made the two incisions.

You wouldn't have
to make incisions

'cause you take the heart
and the lungs first,

and you go in for the rest
once the guy's open.

No, I'm not talking about
a cadaver or brain dead.

Oh, you're talking about
a healthy subject who's

just decided to donate
both his kidneys?

We“, say he didn't decide it.
It was decided for him.

In a motel room. You ever
hear of something like that?

I've heard of bigfoot, too.

Yeah, well, he's not my problem.

You're crazy. What?

A surgeon can't go broke out at
keeneland and get in debt to a shylock?

They bet playing golf.

Yeah? You know any of them
bets more than he can afford?

Well, my money would be on
Dr. Boisineau,

but that may just
be wishful thinking.

Boisineau, huh?
Yeah. He's this young guy.

Always comes out of the or
thinking he's god, saving lives.

He thinks we should reward him.

He thinks that a nurse's job

is to slap instruments in his
hand and then go to bed with him.

He'll say, "hey, come
on, I got a room set aside.

"We can make it
a quickie or do the other."

I see. But you go for
older guys. That it?

Point is you work around
Dr. Blow job,

you learn how to turn him down
without making him angry.

You know where I might be
able to find this Dr. Boisineau?

Well, unless he's got
a procedure scheduled...

Maybe I'll check
the empty rooms,

see if he talked anybody
into this, that or the other.

Your man came in the clinic
and said he was bringing me here,

I thought maybe
Ms. Crowder took a turn.

No. As a matter of fact,
I wanted to thank you

for all the hard work
you did patching her up.

She doing her exercises?

I know they're painful, but
she can't let thatscarfissue_.

I didn't ask you here to talk
about Ava, but, as a matter of fact,

I am glad that
you mentioned pain.

Now, being a doctor, people...

People must come
to you all the time,

in need of help with their pain.

Mmm. As a matter of fact,

there are those who stand
to profit from that pain.

And I bet they come, too.

You mean pharmaceutical reps?

You know who I mean.

I ain't angry. I just
want to hear you say it.

Frankfort.

What are they offering?

I write them prescriptions.

They offer protection and oxy.

Have they delivered any oxy yet?

Couple months' worth.

What do you want me to do?

Well, you're a doctor.
I want you to sell it.

Sell their oxy and
give you the money?

They'll kill me!

Not if we can put you somewhere
where they can't find you,

like maybe with
your mama up in ewing.

Now, you don't think
they know about her, do you?

I don't see how they could.

Well, now,
the way I see this thing,

you're between a rock
and a much, much harder rock.

I do not envy your position.

But you got to think, now, how
would your mama advise you,

if we were sitting
in her kitchen,

having this conversation,
eating jam cake

at that little fold-out table

just to the right of the back
door that she never locks?

I need directions.

You know,
if you put a tablespoon

of nail-Polish
remover in a cup of water,

that blood will wash right out.

You know where this is?

Yeah. Buckeye fork.

You going up there
into god's country, huh?

I don't need the tourist guide.

I just need to
know how to find it.

I'm not sure
I like your attitude.

Well, I'm sure I don't give
a good goddamn either way.

Son, I'll ask you not
to blaspheme in here.

Listen, you old shit,
I need to find this address.

Now, you gonna help me or not?

Well, let's say not, and
we'll just leave it at that.

Oh, you want to
leave it like that, huh?

You see what happens, dumb-ass?

I was just gonna get the
directions and be on my way.

Can't imagine you got much
in this dump worth taking,

but whatever you got, you can
give over just for pissing me off.

Jesus Christ,
are you deaf or something?

Son, you've cursed
his name twice,

and there's not
gonna be a third time.

Got to be about the stupidest...

Anybody talking to him?

I tried. Lpd is trying now.

He's not talking back.

Usually you got to break his
nose to get him to shut up.

Come on, Dewey. You're
gonna have to talk to me.

We got options here, but you're
gonna have to meet me halfway.

Owner caught him
in the leg, right? Yeah.

Any chance he
hit something major

and he'sjust passed
out from blood loss?

Nah. I can hear him
moving around in there.

You mind giving me a shot?
He kind of likes me.

He's your fugitive.
Knock yourself out.

He don't respond soon, though, we
are gonna have to take down the door.

Dewey?

Dewey, it's me, Raylan.
Can you hear me?

Dewey: You hear that, Raylan?

Oh, he likes you, all right.

Yeah, I heard it.

Want to make sure you know
I have one in the chamber.

Save you asking if
I can rack in a load

before you put
a hole through me.

Well, as I understand it, you
already got a couple holes in you.

So, you know about my situation.

Raylan: Yes, we are all
well aware.

These are the end
times for Dewey Crowe.

The only choice I have left
is how I punch out,

and I figure a bullet
is better than feeling

my body rip itself
apart from the inside.

What the hell you talking about?

It's best you not
blaspheme in here, Raylan.

Apparently, the owner
takes that real serious.

All right, Dewey. Put the goddamn
gun down and get your ass out here.

Too late.

I was supposed to meet that
son-of-a-bitch nurse an hour ago.

Shop owner gave us the address.

Dewey: I bet my skin's
changing color, too.

Listen, Dewey.
As I understand it,

dying of kidney failure,
aside from some nausea,

is pretty much
like falling asleep.

Who told you that? A doctor.

I was at a hospital
not 30 minutes ago.

Well, Lance told me
my whole body would

clench so hard,
my bones would break.

Well, Lance sounds like a
goddamn liar. Have you been pissing?

He took my kidneys,
Raylan, not my dick.

Your kidneys are for pissing.

So why don't you try taking
a leak, and if you can do it,

then we know you still
got your two kidneys.

Come on, come on.

Holy shit.

You mean I had four kidneys?

God bless you, son.

The address was
an abandoned warehouse.

No sign of Lance?
No sign of him.

Could have taken off when
Dewey missed his deadline,

or maybe he was watching from
somewhere when ksp rolled up.

One last thing. Ash Murphy, how
did he seem when you left him?

He was in a little bit of pain.
Nothing he don't deserve.

Why? How's he seem now?

He died of a stroke. Dead?

Stroke's always
a worry post-surgery,

especially with the amount of
trauma his body had been through.

He have any visitors?

Justyou.

Yeah, but doctors?

The orthos saw him on
their morning rounds.

Yeah, butwhat about... was
it this Dr. Boisineau, maybe?

Isn't he a transplant surgeon?

I hear y'all call him Dr...

Where's the other nurse? Layla?

Layla?

Yeah, I talked to her
this morning.

Local girl.
Cute as a pailful of kittens.

Well, it looks like
we have a friend in common.

Or, better yet,
we had a friend in common.

I hate to be
the bearer of bad news.

Now, can I trust you to relay that
information to the man you work for?

There's a message
that goes along with it.

Yeah? What's the message?

Tanner: Ah, Jesus!

Now, you tell your boss if he
has anything to say in reply,

I'll be at my
cousin Johnny's bar.

Just down the road they got
two-for-ones on Wednesday and Thursday,

if you want to gimp on over.

Oh, nice to see
you again, deputy.

You mind if I come in, ma'am?

Layla.
And I'd mind if you didn't.

Your phone was off, so I
figured I'd just come over

and push your
buzzer till you answer.

Well, I always turn off my phone

when I've been working doubles.

Must be exhausted,

especially since you also work
at the transplant center.

You didn't tell me that.

Well, you didn't ask.

Just started working the icu
in the last 24 hours,

right after ash
Murphy checked in.

I'll tell you something.

A person with
a suspicious mind might think

you had something
to do with something.

You want a drink? I'd love one.

You didn't work yesterday,
though, did you?

Were you out
with your boyfriend?

Ha. What makes you
think I have a boyfriend?

I'd like to talk to him, just so I
can get him to vouch for you.

What's that? He married?

Honey, I start arresting
people for committing adultery,

I'd never make it
home for supper.

Wow.

Your imagination has me
doing some nasty things.

And, you know,
you haven't even mentioned

how I gave ash that
stroke this afternoon.

No, how did you do that?

How did I do that?

Did I inject an air
bubble into his brain

or is that just
another urban legend?

Like bigfoot?

Or stealing kidneys
in motel rooms.

Layla? Mmm-hmm.

Have you been stealing kidneys
in motel rooms?

If I said no,
would you believe me?

Lance: What the hell else
was I supposed to do?

You didn't have to
do anything except

stay hidden while I
talked him out of it.

What if you couldn't have?

Well, then I'd have given him
the needle myself.

Did you at least
have a plan for what

you were gonna do
after you stuck him?

Cut him up and
sell him for parts.

You want to take his kidneys?

Why not? We got to
kill him anyway, right?

Oh, yeah, well, thanks to you.

Look, the point is,

we might as well make
ourselves a little traveling money

while we're at it, right?

It's not like this
is our first time.

We're in my house.

All right, well,
at least put him in the tub.

Keep from getting
blood on my floor.

There you go.

Hey, you want to...

You want to give me
a hand here or no?

I got to get
another syringe ready

'cause that one's
gonna wear off.

Look at me.

Kind of got my
hands full, honey.

We”, set him down a sec. It's
not like he's going anywhere.

I want you to look at me.

What is it?

It's a real shame, marshal.

Something tells me
we could have had fun.

I can't believe you shot me.

I can't believe it either.

So, she shot him.

You shot her through him.
Is that right?

If you say so.
It's all a bit foggy to me.

Deep breath. Slow.

That's pretty impressive,

considering they had you full
of enough tranqs to stop a rhino.

She gonna make it?

Jury's still out.

Pressure and respiration
are both normal.

Probably be hung over
for the next day or two,

but othennise,
you're good to go.

Thank you, sir.

You all right?

She was surprised.

When I shot her.

She was pointing a gun at you.
What did she think you were gonna do?

I was surprised, too.

'Cause you never
shot a woman before?

I guess.

The infamous Boyd crowder.

Feel free.

Hey, Jimmy, did he come alone?

Far as I could tell.

He's clean.

Would you be so kind as to
offer me a bourbon? Pappy family.

Well, Mr. Quarles, I can
see that you got my message.

Yes. Both of them.

Well, that's funny.
I thought I only sent one.

Well, no. You assaulted
one of my employees

and then you
appropriated my product.

I make that two.

Well, now, taking the pills,
that wasn't a message.

That was just me
assessing you a fine

for sowing the seeds of mutiny.

Why don't we just split
the difference? Call it a gift.

To Mark the launch of our
new business venture. Thank you.

Well, if you wanted
to be my partner,

why didn't you
come to me directly?

Call it a speed bump on the road

to cross-cultural understanding.

The most important
thing is I'm here now.

Boyd, have you heard the saying,

"the most successful war
seldom pays for its losses"?

Thomas Jefferson.

Prison doesn't offer much, but it
does give a man ample time to read.

Amongst other things, I'm sure.

Bottom line, Boyd.

You and I'd make a lot more
money as partners than as enemies.

That can't come as
news to an educated man.

Mr. Quarles, have you heard
the term "carpetbagger"?

It was coined
during reconstruction.

A man from the north
comes down to the south

to take advantage
of our backward ways.

Yes, I'm familiar
with the term "carpetbagger."

Well, then you know to a
carpetbagger, "partners" just means that,

well, we do all the work
while you make all the money.

Amen to that.

Thank you for the bourbon.

Mr. Quarles,
there's one more thing.

Carpetbaggers in
three-piece suits

have been coming to
Harlan for a long time.

They have a habit of dying off
like deer flies at the end of summer.

Saul bellow.

Ah.

You're a smart man,
Mr. Quarles. Smart man.

Can't tell you how well I sleep

knowing that you were out
there, my eyes and my ears.

Yep. From what you
done told me, I'd say that

Mr. Quarles tried to pull a
fast one on Boyd crowder

and ended up
getting his hand slapped.

Well, like I told Mr. Errol, it was
Tanner who took the beating.

Yeah, but you heard
Boyd crowder tell him

this was a message for his
boss, meaning Mr. Quarles?

Mmm-hmm.

Did Tanner say what he thought
Mr. Quarles' intentions might be?

Just that he's some
water-walking badman from Detroit,

come down hereto get things
running right, like they used to.

You know,
if I didn't know better,

I'd say Tanner got
himself a little old crush.

Mighty fine work, girl.

Mighty fine.

Now, you keep your
ear to the ground,

and remember
I'm counting on you.

You remember that guy in new
Jersey, had that crematorium?

Funeral director.

Finish the service, and
then he'd call in his cutters,

and they'd harvest everything out
of the body that was worth anything,

and they'd throw the rest
of it in the incinerator.

And the human body, when you
sell it on the black market like that,

I mean, you're talking about
a quarter of a million dollars.

I think this was more of
a mom-and-pop operation.

I'm just thinking that might
be where they got the idea.

I'll tell you an idea I had sitting
in the tub, waiting to be cut open.

I should find
another line of work.

Give that a day or two.

I'm serious, art.

Nah, that'il pass.

What?
Winona on your ass about it?

No.

No, she seems fine
with the way things are.

She's a special lady.