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Previously on «Justified»... Wendy: — What's he doing here?

Raylan: — I'm checking on the

child's welfare. How you doing, Kendal? Darryl: — This family needs to

stay together. Wendy: — To wit, you need

to find a fit place for that boy to lay his head.

Jean-Baptiste: — A man that just talks is no man.

Danny: [ Chuckles ] — That's not the way

you should be talking to me, homie.

Jean-Baptiste: [ Groans ] Kendal: — Oh, my God.

You killed him.

Danny: — Ain't gonna tell nobody? Kendal: — I won't say a word.

Boyd: — You turn over my cousin Johnny and you

agree right now to help me smuggle heroin across

the border from Mexico. You know what kind

of deep shit you'd be in... If you did...

This? Ava: — Oh, my God. Bye-bye, honey.

She shanked the guard! You know, there's

a rumor going around that a federal

lawman was instrumental in the death of Nicky Augustine.

Picker said he was there on the

tarmac, watched the whole thing go down. Want to guess who he said it

was? Special agent Barkley. Raylan: — It wasn't Barkley.

And I can tell you that for a fact. [ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ] ♪ ♪ [ Billiard balls clack ]

Raylan: — Art.

[ Grunts ] Art: [ Groans ]

♪ On this lonely road ♪

♪ Trying to make it home ♪

♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪

♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪

♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪

♪ God get at your boy ♪

♪ You try to bogart ♪

♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪

♪ On this lonely road ♪

♪ Trying to make it home ♪

♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪

♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪

♪ I see them long, hard times

to come ♪

— Sync and correction by GeirDM — – www.addic7ed.com –

[ buzzer sounds ]

[ Door opens ]

♪ ♪

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Buzzer sounds ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Train whistle blows in

[ distance ]

[ Bell clanging ]

[ Both laugh ]

Boyd: — Oh!

Damn, son, you always were a

size!

Whoo!

Boyd: — I'll never forget the day you stepped off that bus at

Elkton, gills out to here.

I said: «now, that right there

is a fish we can turn into a shark!»

Yeah, reminding me that I owe you.

Boyd: — Well, I don't think you would need reminding.

Boyd: — Now, how long you gonna make me stand here before you offer me a drink?

[ Laughs ]

You know I know you were the

one that taught me how to jail. Boyd: — Everything!

Helped free myself from

mongrelization.

Actually, from what I hear, you

could use a little refresher on

that your own self.

Boyd: — Yeah? How's that?

[ Liquid pours ]

You really start a church

that lets in coloreds?

Boyd: — Well, I believe I also

taught you never let politics

stand in the way of business.

What kind of business you and

I got?

Boyd: — Well, you had a sister,

as I recall, up in pine point.

Actually, all three of my

sisters done a stretch up in

there.

Boyd: — But one of them is

still in.

Gretchen.

You know, an attitude like

her's, it's gonna be awhile

before she takes a walk in a

yard without a fence.

Boyd: — Hmmh.

Now, actually, I got a call

from Gretchen this very morning.

Said a girl with the last name

Crowder got busted in there for

some set-to in Harlan lockup.

I guess that ain't no

coincidence.

Boyd: — Why, no, it is not.

Gunnar Swift, I don't remember

you being this sly.

Well, you're the one that

taught me... brawn's not enough.

Boyd: — Neanderthals were so

strong, their muscles would bend

their bones.

You see a neanderthal walking

around with a cellphone?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Who's the girl?

As far as I recall, you don't

have a sister.

Boyd: — Well, for simplicity's

sake, let's just call her my

wife.

Congratulations.

And you want Gretchen to see

that's she's looked after, huh?

Boyd: — Mmh.

For how long?

Boyd: — As long as it takes.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Well, Gretchen's gonna need a

little money for her commissary.

Boyd: — Well, this should keep

her in tuna and kool-aid for a

little while.

[ Glasses clink ]

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Chelsea barking ] Alison: [ Gasps ] [ Sighs ]

Darryl: — Are you Kendal's social worker? Alison: — We're not supposed to

enter the house if there's a dog on the loose.

Darryl: — Danny, come get your

animal! Most times, they bark so they ain't got to bite.

Alison: — Yeah. It's just, uh... Danny: — Chelsea!

Alison: — It's more a liability thing than, uh, anything.

When there's a dog living in the

home, technically, we're required ...Darryl: — Dog don't live in the

home. Dog lives outside. Danny: — Yeah, don't mind

Chelsea. He just gets excited when he smells something he likes.

Alison: — Are Kendal and Wendy here? Darryl: — No, they ain't here.

They at the store. We didn't expect you till later.

Alison: — Yeah, the drive was

faster than I thought. Darryl: — All right. Well, come on in.

Don't be a jitterbug. Danny gonna put the dog outside. Go on.

Put the dog outside, man! Let that dog shit.

Danny: — I'll get acquainted

with you later.

Wendy: — Little help here! Hey! Anybody!

[ Door closes ] Oh, hi! Wanted to have some hors

d'oeuvres out for you... show you this

is a nice, hospitable, Christian home.

Alison: — Oh, I know. I'm sor... I'm early. Wendy: — Oh.

Kendal: — Couldn't wait to see me again, huh?

Wendy: — That's enough, Romeo.

Head on up to your room. Do your homework.

Let Ms. Brander do her job.

Kendal: — Talking to me is her job. I mean, who else's wellness is

she here to check on? Wendy: — Well, actually,

she's not allowed to speak to you

directly unless she has a warrant or

some sort of exigent circumstance.

Isn't that right? Alison: — Actually,

it's a little more complicated than

that. Wendy: — Go on up to your room. Darryl: — When you done, I'll

come up there... we throw some bones. Wendy: — So, uh...

Darryl: — Dominoes. Alison: — Hmmh. Wendy: — Darryl give you the

tour? What's the verdict? This place fit for human

habitation? Alison: — What happened in Miami?

Wendy: — Oh. Well, I decided my place there's too small.

A teenage boy takes up some space. Alison: — This place has a lot

of that. Wendy: — Mm-mmh. Alison: — Do you happen to have

the rental agreement for the home? Wendy: — Yeah, of course.

I'll go get that for you. [ Inhales sharply ] Um...

Say, how long have you been

going with that marshal? Alison: — What makes you think...

Wendy: — Oh, stop. I have an eye for that sort of thing.

Of course, if you ask me, I think he's about

the most judgmental asshole I ever hope

to meet, but I will allow he's easy to look at.

Of course, you put those things

together, you probably got the perfect recipe

for a man just about guaranteed to break your

heart. I have an eye for that sort of thing, too.

There you go. I made an extra copy for you, special.

Alison: — Thank you. [ Chelsea snarling ] Danny: [ Muttering ]

Oh, that's good, Chelsea. Oh, it's good, Chelsea. Yeah. Yeah.

Leaving so soon, Ms. Alison? Yeah. Oh, yeah. Play with Chelsea?

Want to pull on the rope? Yeah, yeah! Come on! [ Chelsea growling ]

Yeah! [ Grunting ] Yeah.

Don't you run. Yeah? Chelsea will chase you if you run.

Huh? [ Barks ] [ Chuckles ]

Alison: [ Sighs ] Danny: [ Barks ] — Don't you run.

[ Barking ]

[ Chuckles ] [ Crickets chirping ]

[ Engine revving ]

Alison: [ Gasping ] [ Tires screeching ]

[ Door beeping ] Danny: [ Barking ] Alison: [ Groans ]

Danny: [ Laughing ] — Whoo! [ Door closes ]

Alison: [ Groans ] Art: — Anything else? Rachel: — I hear Theo's

refusing to talk at all. Wouldn't

even tell the doctors his blood type.

Art: — Of course not. He's got integrity. Tim: — Plus, problem with

being top of the food chain is you can't dime out the guys above you.

I mean, we already got Bin Laden. Okay, are we seriously not gonna

talk about it? Rachel: — Talk about what, your Bin Laden joke?

Not your best. Tim: — Raylan's eye. What, did you slip in art's

shower? Remember? 'Cause that's how Art hurt his

hand. Raylan: — That bullet-counting thing.

Art: — What, the inventory? Raylan: — I'll do it.

Art: — Thank you, Raylan.

I appreciate that. Rachel: — I'll help. You said they wanted it ASAP,

right? Art: — Yep.

Raylan: — We ought to come up with a good excuse.

People see us going into storage

together, might get some funny ideas. Rachel: — Why wouldn't we just

tell them the truth? Raylan: — That we volunteered for inventory?

[ Elevator bell dings ] Rachel: — Okay, yeah. We need an excuse.

Alison: — Before you say anything... What the hell happened to your

face? Raylan: — You first.

[ Indistinct conversations ] Darryl: — J.B., where you at, man?

Getting a little concerned. Call me back, man. ♪ ♪

Danny: — Maybe he shacked up with one of them hookers. Darryl: — Yeah.

Danny: — Want to check the trailers? Darryl: — Mmh.

You sure you ain't heard from him? Danny: — Not a word.

Darryl: — Mmh. Nothing, huh? It ain't like him to go M.I.A.

Danny: — Yeah, well, a lot of hillbillies around here. You know?

Maybe he's swinging from a tree. Darryl: — Oh, bullshit, man.

Ain't none of them up to task.

Don't suppose you got any ideas where Baptiste is, huh?

Kendal: — No. Darryl: — Hold up. You sure there ain't something

you ain't telling me? 'Cause if there is, you best spill.

Danny: — Darryl, I mean... Darryl: — But I asked you.

You ain't have nothing to say.

Danny: — Well, I didn't want to cause any trouble.

Darryl: — About what?

Danny: — Well, I'll tell you. Look, Baptiste... he was...

he was talking a lot of shit about

you. Darryl: — Saying what? Danny: — You know, that... you

know you... he didn't... he didn't have

enough money and that you couldn't provide.

Darryl: — Provide? Danny: And I told him.

That's exactly what I told him.

I said: «listen, here, darkness. Okay? You ever talk about my brother

like that again, I'll cut you.» Yeah, and then

he said, you know, he should have stayed in

Florida, and I said: «well, get your dumb ass

back to Florida.» And he said: «maybe I would.»

Just like that. Darryl: — You heard him talking shit like that?

Kendal: — Yeah. Just like Danny said. Darryl: — Now, if he had a

problem, why his bitch ass didn't come and say something to me?

Danny: — Oh, he's... he's a pussy, you know.

He probably didn't want to be

talked out of it. [ Clang ] Come on, you dumb bitch!

Darryl: — Go one and deal with that, man! Danny: — Hey!

Stop that woman! Hey! Come here! I didn't do nothing. Hey!

[ Elevator bell dings ] Rachel: — She gonna be all right?

Raylan: — She'll be fine. Rachel: — Why didn't she call the cops?

Raylan: — Guessing 'cause she was worried they'd give her a field test.

Rachel: — Booze? Pot? Wow, she just keeps getting better.

How come you pushed basement? Raylan: — That's where you count bullets.

Rachel: — Please. I'm going with you. Raylan: — Where am I going?

Rachel: — You're going down to Harlan to kick Danny Crowe's ass.

Raylan: — Fine. You can drive. [ Crow squawking ] How long you have it?

Dewey: — Not long enough. Why are you getting rid of it?

Dewey: — Hitting the road. I need some traveling money. All right!

I'll take it. Let's load her up! [ Grunts ]

Wait. The hell's that? Dewey: — Oh, that there's the

minor cosmetic damage. I put it on the sign. Cosmetic?

This thing is blown to shit! It ain't no pool! It's junk!

$800, my ass. Dewey: — How much you want to give me, then?

[ Exhales sharply ] Give you 20 bucks,

take it straight to the scrap yard.

Dewey: — How far am I supposed to get on 20 bucks?

I paid $1,000 for this thing!

Yeah, well, when you did, it held water! 20 bucks, final offer.

Dewey: — This here pool was my dream. I ain't selling it for no 20

bucks! Then I ain't wasting no more time.

Oh, shit! Dewey: — In fact, I ain't gonna sell it at all!

I ain't giving up on my dream!

[ Engine turns over ] I ain't giving up on my dream!

Danny: [ Grunts ] Dewey: — Danny! What the hell happened?

Danny: — What's it matter? Guys around here

think buying a drink buys them a license to

talk shit. Now, which one's his? Dewey: — It's that one there, I

believe. Danny: [ Grunting ] Oh, God. This whole place is

ass-backwards, Dewey. You know that? How you doing, sweetheart?

Yeah, God damn it, I was having a good hair day.

Dewey: — Can I ask you

something, Danny? Danny: [ Grunts ] Dewey: — If I get Darryl the

money I paid Boyd for Audry's, do you

really think he'd leave Kentucky?

Danny: — Well, you produce that type of cash,

we'd all like to cut this shit hole loose.

Hey. Danny: [ Sighs ] Go to sleep, ginger.

[ Panting ] I see your wheels turning there, cousin.

Huh? Need I remind you, we leaned pretty hard on Crowder

ourselves and he didn't budge. Dewey: — I know.

Danny: — So, what's your idea?

Dewey: — We grab him, put a gun to his head,

tell him to hand over the money or he's a dead

man. Danny: [ Chuckles ] [ Laughs ]

You're a goddamn genius. You know that? [ Laughs ]

[ Buzzer sounds ]

Ava: — When do I get to see Boyd? First things first.

I'm having you released into gen pop. Boyd lined someone up to watch

your back. Ava: — Why does my back need watching?

You're young. You're pretty. You shived a guard.

So the officers... Ava: — I didn't do that. You know that, right?

Look, I know that you and Boyd paid me to stick

headphones in my ears, but I assure you, I

am a good lawyer. Ava: — You got a line on the officer?

He went to ground. Nobody knows where. Might have relatives out of

state. We're looking into that. Ava: — The way he was, he must

of tried to screw others before me. We're looking into that, too.

Ava: — You looking into security cameras showing that I didn't do it?

All the ones in that area were turned off. [ Buzzer sounds ]

Ava: [ Sighs ] — Boyd send a message at least? He did.

Ava: — Can you help me?

We're closed!

Well, I must say, you're about the last

person I'd expect to walk in here.

Dewey: — Where's Boyd? Why? You want to apologize?

Dewey: — For what? Sending your idiot

cousin over here to try and shake us

down. Dewey: — I didn't send him. Did you really think you

could muscle Boyd Crowder? Dewey: — All I

think is, you don't know the things I done.

You hear what happened to messer? I ain't messer.

Danny: — Hey. Easy up there, partner. Hey. Look right here.

How you doing? Why don't you just tell us where the big boss man is?

Don't suppose you're Darryl Jr., huh? 'Cause I heard he was a big son

of a bitch. Danny: — I'm plenty big enough for you.

Think so? Danny: — Yeah. [ Breathes deeply ]

You get that out of a cereal box? Dewey: — I told you.

You got no idea what I'm capable of. Now tell us where Boyd is.

You're about to step off a mighty high ledge, Dewey.

Danny: — Oh, don't you worry,

'cause I'll catch him. Yeah? Danny: — Yeah.

Well, who's gonna catch you?

Danny: [ Grunting ] Dewey: — What the hell are we supposed to do now?

Danny: [ Panting ] Plan «B». Dewey: — What the hell is

plan «B»? Danny: — We see how much Boyd's gonna pay for his guy.

[ Knock on door ] [ Sighs ]

Berto, my man. Been a long time. Yes, it has.

Wynn Duffy, Boyd Crowder, this is Alberto Ruiz.

Wynn: And you must be Mr. Yoon. And how do you know that?

Oh, the one wonton among the tortillas? Boyd: — I would have said

«kimchi in the salsa.» That was good. See, the Aenikkaeng were slaves

from Korea brought over to Mexico to

work in plantations. Boyd: — I know.

I've read a lot of books about slavery. Wynn: He's a history buff.

And some people think that I would be

offended if you point out the incongruity.

Boyd: — Well, I assume you want it pointed out.

And why would I want that?

Wynn: Because it suggests you're very good at what you do.

I think Mr. Picker told you we require

payment up front. Boyd: — He did.

But we were hoping to come to a different

understanding. The hell is this, Boyd?

I gave these guys my word... Wynn: We've

had some bad experiences lately with the

pay-up-front business model.

Well, fortunately, the people I represent rely

on me precisely because they know I'm not like

them. I dislike beheadings, gentleman. Boyd: — So do we.

It's bad for business. And the fact is,

the money in that bag would only buy you

insurance against my employers feeling taken

advantage of if anything should go wrong in our

transaction, so I'm willing to proceed without it.

I do want to make sure you

understand that my employers would never let

anything jeopardize their reputation as

men not to be crossed. And if, at any

point, their reputation needs to be

re-established... It won't be me they send.

Boyd: — Well, I assume we have

a deal.

[ Knock on door ] Crowder! [ Lock turns ]

You're moving. Pack your shit. [ Indistinct conversations ]

You wanted out of that cell? Welcome to gen pop. Yeah.

Ow! Yeah, pop, pop. [ Laughter ]

Ava: — Hey. I'm Ava. You're on top. You bring drugs in here, leave

your used Maxis lying around, you and I will

have a problem. Keep your area clean, keep

yourself clean in every way, and we

should get along famously. Questions?

Ava: — No. I'm Nikki, by the way. Ava: — Hi, Nikki.

Wendy: — So, where's Crowder's guy now? Dewey: — He's in a trunk.

Wendy: — Alive? Danny: — Uh-huh. Was when he went in.

Dewey: — We're gonna ransom him back. Wendy: — Oh, for God's sake.

Don't you know you can't talk shit like

that around me? Danny: Where's Darryl?

[ Truck approaches ] Wendy: — Oh, Jesus. Dewey: — How could they know

already? [ Truck doors open ] Danny: — Oh, damn it.

Wendy: — Hell you think you're doing?! Danny: — What?

I ain't going away for 20 years. I got

nothing to lose. I'm gonna take my shot.

Wendy: — No, no, no, no. Danny. We don't know yet why they're here.

They can't open the trunk without a reason,

same like they can't come in the house without

a reason. Right? So we're not gonna give them a

reason. You got it? Now, you two stay here.

Stay out of sight. I'll go handle the marshal.

Danny: [ Sighs ]

She's like nails on a chalkboard.

Wendy: — Marshal! Surprised to see you here.

Raylan: — Guess I could say the

same, since I was lead to believe you just

about swore you're taking the boy to Miami.

Wendy: — So, to what do I owe the pleasure? Raylan: — Where's Danny?

Wendy: — Oh! I haven't seen him since this morning?

Why? Raylan: — Well, Kendal's social worker... she left here last

night. He followed her, ran her off the road.

Now, I'm willing to concede there's a chance he did it on his own.

Wendy: — How about being willing to concede he didn't do it at all?

Rachel: — Oh, I guess he's just someone

else who decided to bark like a dog.

Wendy: — I'm sorry. I don't think we've met. My name is Wendy.

Rachel: — Deputy marshal Brooks. Wendy: — So, why would Danny

bark? Raylan: — Well, your brother's a world-class dumb-ass... no

of fence... so I hesitate trying to analyze what goes on in his head.

But if I had to guess, I'd say it was

his way of trying to call me out.

Wendy: — Hmmh. Well, as I said, he's not

here, but I'm happy to give him the

message. Raylan: — Not here, huh? That's a lot of cars for just

you. Wendy: — You got no cause to enter our house.

Raylan: — Not your house. In fact, I

know the fellow who owns this place.

Wendy: — You know what I mean. Alison saw the

rental agreement. Raylan: — Yeah, she told me.

Wendy: — Deputy, unless you show me a warrant,

you best not step through that door.

Raylan: — You'd be surprised where all

a marshal can go without a warrant.

Wendy: — If you're allowed to violate the

fourth amendment, I would be very surprised.

Raylan: — If I suspect the man who owns this

house is chained up the basement or, worse...

given your family... cooking in a pot, I can go just about anywhere.

Wendy: — You want to talk to Mike? Is that gonna assuage your dark

imaginings? Raylan: — Sure. Bring him out. Wendy: — He's not here.

He's at his store.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's up? You got good timing. Just last night, it was raining

like an old cow pissing on a flat rock. I'm penny.

You're Ava, right? Word is, you almost killed a guard.

Ava: — Yeah, well, I didn't really do that. Can I give you a piece of

free advice? Ava: — Sure. Next time someone asks, don't

say you didn't do it. Ava: — So what am I supposed to say?

«He wasn't the first. He won't be the last.» Don't say anything.

Half these bitches are snitches. And you don't

want anyone getting it in her mind to test

you. Look, the best way to get by around here is to be left alone.

Ava: — Yeah, well, I'm not sure that's up to me. Hey, penny.

Patrice. How you doing? Be better once you introduce

me to this little piece of white fish. Ava's no fish.

She just got transferred from the Harlan lockup.

Oh, I guess that means you

the one that shived that hack, huh? What happened... he tried to get

fresh? Guess it's hard to blame him. Mmh.

I do like that good hair. Shit, patrice. You got issues.

That's just white-girl hair. Ava: Look, I don't want any trouble.

Oh, no trouble. Nichelle here just gets

kind of militant when it comes to some

things. Me, I say we all the same color where it matters.

[ Clears throat ]

Ava: — Thank you. Excuse us. Ava, I'll see you around.

I'm Gretchen Swift. Boyd paid my brother,

Gunnar, to see you looked after.

Ava: — Well, I... aah! Ohh!

Your man is a race traitor. Ava: — Let go of me!

Race traitors are the only

thing I hate more than these black bitches.

You really do got nice hair.

Ava: — No! Let go of me! You best stop moving, princess.

You keep thrashing around, we might

slice something that won't grow back.

Ava: — Let go of me! [ Screaming ] [ Chuckles ]

Stop! Stop!

Boyd: — Boy leaves my bar unattended, I'm inclined to dock his pay.

Check in the back. Carl? [ Cellphone ringing ]

Carl? Boyd: — Geist. Getting to be it makes me

nervous to see your name pop up on my cellphone.

You know who did it?

[ Beep ] Carl ain't here. Boyd?

Boyd: — Ava got jumped. I thought Gunnar's sister is looking after her?

Boyd: — Gunnar's sister is the one who did it.

Jimmy, I'm gonna need you to run an errand. Thank you, young man.

Kendal: — Ma'am. Nice day, now. You too.

[ Bell jingles ]

Raylan: — Shouldn't you be in school? Kendal: — It's a holiday.

Rachel: — What holiday is that? Kendal: — I don't know.

Some mopey, cultural bullshit...

Greek New Year's, Chinese Easter. Raylan: — Guess it's better

than the last place I found you working. Kendal: — Getting paid to look

at half-naked girls all day? Yeah, I was miserable.

Rachel: — We're looking for

Mike. [ Saw whirring ] Darryl: — Who the hell is

Mike? Raylan: — Fellow who owns this store, owns the house you're

living in. Darryl: — You talking about Mr. dorn or Thorn or whatever?

Raylan: — Wendy didn't call to warn you? Darryl: — She said y'all was

looking for Danny. Rachel: — Well, now we're looking for Mike.

Where is he? Darryl: — Um, shit, I don't know.

I guess he went out or something. Raylan: — What do you intend to

do with that saw? Darryl: — Oh, you know. Saw things.

Raylan: — Like, saw an old man's body

apart before you put it into a hole?

Darryl: — No. Got yourself a dark, twisted mind, don't you, Raylan?

You ought to come with me. Raylan: — Keep an eye on the kid.

Darryl: — You hear any shots, Kendal, you know what to do. Hey, man.

Someone's here to see you. Hey, Raylan! What brings you down here?

Raylan: — I went by your house. There's a

family living there. Uh, yeah. New tenants.

Is there a problem? Raylan: — Curious what they're doing there.

Darryl: — Man, we just exchanging hard-earned

American dollars for a place to stay.

Raylan: — Be quiet. Mike? Well, the nicest girl showed

up at my door... redhead. Had her little

brother with her... the one working out at

the counter. Claimed she had no money and living out of a car.

Couldn't call myself a Christian if I didn't try to help.

Raylan: — What about this one

and his brother, Danny, and that dog? They living in the car, too?

Well, they just kind of showed up.

Raylan: — I want you to tell them you can't rent to them anymore.

Darryl: — Oh, hold up, man! You can't do that!

Raylan: — Be quiet, and I ain't

gonna tell you again. Tell them, uh, they can't live in your house.

Cabin, too? Raylan: — What cabin? My hunting cabin.

That was part of the deal. ♪ ♪ [ Knock on door ]

Gunnar is, uh, holed up with about a

half-dozen of his Hitler-humpers.

Seems like they're just waiting for us

to circle back around. Boyd: [ Sighs ]

You know I'll follow you anywhere, Boyd.

But it seems to me like it won't

pay to go straight at them when they're

casting a shadow this much bigger than ours.

I'm gonna try one more time to raise Carl. [ Cellphone ringing ]

Danny: — Hey, stop embarrassing yourself, chopping that wood like that.

Dewey: [ Chuckles ] Yep.

Carl, where in the hell you been, man? We got trouble.

Dewey: — Well, wouldn't you like to know. [ Breaking audio ]

Carl. Carl! Dewey: — What?

No! No, I'm not Carl! [ Breaking audio ] What the... shit.

God damn this thing! I think he said something about shoes.

[ Beep ] [ Ringing ] Boyd: — Hello.

Dewey: — Yes, so I was saying... [ Breaking audio ]

Boyd: — No, I can't hear you. [ Breaking audio ]

Dewey: — Boyd? Is that you?

Boyd: — Now, I'm gonna give you 30 minutes to

be where you should have been 30 minutes ago.

Dewey: — Boyd?! Damn, this reception is for shit!

[ Truck approaches ]

[ Beep ] [ Ringing ] Danny!

Oh, shit. [ Beep ] [ Truck doors close ]

[ Tapping on glass ] You didn't tell me we was expecting guests.

I would have cleaned up.

Danny: — Shut your mouth.

Deputy. Heh. Your girl give you my message?

Thing is, it's just not a good

time, though. Raylan: — Well, let's make it a good time.

Danny: [ Groans ] Rachel: [ Grunts ] [ Chelsea barking ]

Danny: — Chelsea, sic 'em! Sic 'em, Chelsea!

Raylan: — Just so you know, it

comes to it, first one that takes a bullet

is this dog. Danny: — Chelsea! Quiet!

Rachel: — Besides, beef for kidnapping...

it got to be better than dying up here in

this cabin. Now, who said anything about kidnapping?

Rachel: — Excuse me? Suppose he never kidnapped me, huh?

Suppose I'm, uh, here of my volition. Rachel: — Being that you're

beat-up and tied to a chair? Well, Danny and

I here, we never did settle on a safe word,

did we? Danny: — Yeah. We share some things in common.

Raylan: — I don't believe we've met. I'm Carl.

And you're... Raylan, right? We have a

friend in common. Raylan: — Boyd Crowder.

Little embarrassing, you happening upon us in such a state.

But, seeing as how there's no criminally

unbecoming activity currently going on, let's say

Danny here cuts me loose and we all just go

on our way, huh? Raylan: — Meaning, you go

loose, then you go back to Boyd, and the two

of you settle up with Danny at your leisure.

Something like that? Well, I'm not a

fortune teller, so who can tell what the

future holds? Raylan: — Well, look at that.

I think we may have come up with

a peaceful resolution. Danny: — Yeah, we have.

Real peaceful.

Darryl: — Hell, no! That's bullshit! I ain't going nowhere!

Wendy: — Darryl, you know I've been on board

with this whole «trying to start...»

Darryl: — You ain't trying to do nothing! You're trying to go back to

Miami, right? Wendy: — We have got to face the facts!

The house is gone. Danny's probably on his way to jail as we speak.

Let's just cut our losses now and go

before that marshal grabs Kendal again.

Kentucky is over for us, Darryl. The only

one doesn't seem to know that is you.

I mean, why do you think Jean Baptiste... Darryl: — Man, forget him!

All right, he's soft! Wendy: — No, he

could see the writing on the wall.

Darryl: — Wendy, I ain't going nowhere! You hear me?!

I've been busting my ass trying to keep this

family together. Wendy: What, and I haven't

been?! If it wasn't for me, Kendal would be in a foster home right

now. Darryl: — Shit, Danny. Marshals did that to you?

Danny: — How do you guys know about the marshals?

Darryl: — He told me.

Dewey: — Yeah, I went to get help, but I got lost in the woods.

Darryl: — They got Crowder's guy, also? Danny: — Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I–I–I–it's all right. Yeah. Carl said that he ain't gonna

press charges. He said we were up there doing some sex thing.

And it was, uh... it was consens... con... it was, uh, c–consexual.

Darryl: — Man, that's good for the law, but

what you think Crowder's gonna do, huh?

You almost started a war, man. You a problem, man! You know that?

Yeah, why you have to run that lady off the road?!

Danny: — Oh, here we go.

You gonna blame it on me?! Is that it?! You gonna blame it on me?!

Wendy: — Hey! Stop it! Boyd: — Family and

disfunction go together like peanut butter

and chocolate. I come in peace. Him, not so much.

Darryl: — What you want? Boyd: — I just

figured it's time we had a chat... try to

de-escalate. Dewey: — Well, it don't matter no more, Boyd.

They're leaving. Boyd: — Well, I hate to

hear that, because I was thinking we

might be the answer to each other's prayers.

Darryl: — Is that right?

You gonna give me that money I talked to you about? Boyd: — Oh, no.

But, because I believe in capitalism, I'll

give you an opportunity to earn some.

I've got a job that needs doing.

Dewey: — Don't trust him, cousin Darryl.

He's gonna screw you over like he did to me.

Boyd: — Shut up, Dewey, and sit

down. As I was saying... both: What's the job?

[ Thudding ] [ Panting ] [ Thudding stops ]

I warned you Gretchen had a bad attitude.

Now, you know race treason is a

serious crime, Boyd. Needed paying for. Boyd: — Well, then, I guess I'm

here for my refund. You always had a pair of balls on you, Boyd.

But walking in here, all alone? Hell,

you couldn't take me one-on-one.

You gonna take on one-on-six?

Boyd: [ Whistles ] — One lesson you could never

understand is «why make an enemy when you can

make a friend?» Now, I want you to meet my new

friend, Darryl Crowe, Jr. [ Grunts ] Danny: — Oh, yeah!

Nail him! Come on, Darryl! Get him good!

Get him, Darryl! Come on, boy! Get him, boy!

Yeah, get him good!

Come on, Darryl! Boyd: — That's good. [ Chokes ]

Boyd: — Now, Gunnar, I know it's gonna be real

unpleasant for you to talk for a little

while. But you need to let your sister know that if anything else

happens to my woman... if she cuts her leg shaving...

I'm gonna take it out on you

a hundredfold. Now, Carl, get my goddamn money. [ Snoring ]

Ava: — Nikki. What the hell? Ava: — I need your razor.

What razor? Ava: — The one you have in your mattress.

You going after Gretchen? That's crazy.

Ava: — I just need it for a second. I'll give you commissary for a

week. A month. Ava: — Fine.

You get caught with this, you're on your own.

Boyd: — Mr. Dunham! You're a hard man to get a hold of.

Sorry about that. Been a little busy down here lately.

Boyd: — Oh, is that all? I was starting to

worry you'd rethought some of the bullet

points of our deal. No, it ain't nothing like that.

I got my boys scooping up your cousin as we speak.

Boyd: — Well, in that case, no

apologies necessary. You thought about how you want to deliver him?

I figured we bring him down with us when we meet you in nuevo laredo.

You can have your time with him there and bury

him in the desert before we cross back over.

Boyd: — Well, I look forward to hanging up my piñata.

Now, Rodney, it's important that

our business down there goes nice and smooth.

The people we're dealing with

don't strike me as the type that go in for drama.

You remember that day in

the Bennett's barn... you and me was buying

weed from Dickie? Be just that smooth.

Boyd: — Well, that's good to hear. I'll see you the day after

tomorrow in Mexico. Don't forget to pack your sunscreen.

So, what did he say? Boyd: — He said it would

go as smooth as the last time we did

business together. That's good, right? Boyd: — Last time we did

business together, I robbed him.

Rachel: [ Sighs ]

You wanted to kick Danny Crowe's ass, though, right?

Raylan: — Well, there's a

certain satisfaction seeing you pop

him in the nose. Rachel: [ Chuckles ]

Feeling cheated it wasn't you? Raylan: — You mean, you feel cheated?

Rachel: — Me? Raylan: — Mm–mmh. Rachel: — I'm glad it went how

it went. Raylan: — Is that a fact? Rachel: — What are you

implying? Raylan: — You wanted me to

come off the leash so you could call

me to heel. That's why you came along, right?

Report back to the boss that the chronic-problem

deputy was kept in check by the office kiss-ass?

Rachel: — You might see it that way... Raylan: — Mmh.

Rachel: — If you were a son of a bitch. Raylan: [ Chuckles ]

Rachel: — The other way you could see it is

that, after all we've been through, the trust

we've built, I came with you in case you opened

up a crack and wanted to talk about how bad you

could have messed up that Art has a

swole fist and you got a black eye.

Raylan: [ Inhales deeply ] You're not a kiss-ass.

I'm sorry I said that.

You know I think the world of you, and I trust you with my life.

But, Rachel, I ain't saying a goddamn thing

about me and Art. Rachel: — 'Cause if you did, it

would drive the whole office into a

shit storm of biblical proportion.

Isn't that right? [ Breathes deeply ]

Alison: — I asked you not to go down there and stir the pot.

Raylan: — If anything, I just

sniffed the pot. Got a sense of what's cooking.

To tell you the truth, I didn't

have to kick Danny Crowe's ass on your behalf.

Those animals are gonna rip

each other apart soon enough.

Alison: — Well, steer clear if that's the case.

You wanted to. It bugs you that you didn't. Raylan: — Kick his ass?

Would have had a certain satisfaction. Alison: — Is that who you are,

Raylan? An old-time American hero? Raylan: — Just guy that does a

job. Alison: — Tough job, fist-fighting bad guys all day

long. Raylan: [ Chuckles ] ♪ ♪

I got this from my chief. Long story, gist of which is I'm no hero.

Alison: — Well, then, who are you? Raylan: — What?

Alison: — Who are you, really? The guy

whose chief punches him in the eye?

That runs off to defend the honor of a lady?

A guy that has a lady and the ex

and the baby daughter all stashed out of state?

Raylan: — I guess so.

What's your point? Alison: — You are a hero, Raylan.

I met enough I.E.O.S to know.

Raylan: [ Sighs ] Alison: — I can tell you're a

man that would run into a burning building without blinking an eye.

Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Alison: — Thing is, I...

I think you're the one setting

the fire.

Wendy: — Well, you just can't get enough of us, can you?

Boyd: — Well, my mama was a

redhead. Let's just say I have an affinity.

Wendy: — Uh-huh. Boyd: — You interested in growing that stack?

Wendy: — Why, you gonna offer to help us invest it or something?

Boyd: — I got another job I need done. Now, I understand that you are a

lawyer. Darryl: — Man, she ain't no lawyer.

Boyd: — Well, whatever you are, I'm gonna cue the

part of the conversation you don't want to

hear so that you can go on pretending you don't

know what your family does for a living.

Darryl: [ Exhales deeply ]

Man, you something else, Boyd. I assume this

next job ain't gonna be as fun as whupping on a

bunch of skinheads, am I right? Boyd: — Well,

that depends on your definition of «fun»,

Darryl Crowe, Jr. I want you to help me kill my cousin Johnny.

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