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Previously on Justified...

- Evening.
- Where's Ellen May?

One of my deputies
saw a girl who fits Ellen May's description

get waved over to an 18-wheeler.

- Damn it!
- I don't know where Ellen May is,

and your smacking me around
ain't gonna change that!

I swear I am not Drew Thompson.

That's not what Arlo Givens says.

Well, Arlo Givens is a lying sack of shit!

I don't know why Josiah told you
Drew's still up here.

Only time I seen him
since he left was near 10 years ago

at the bluegrass festival,

rubbing shoulders with the mayor,
judge executive.

All them rich Clover Hill folks.

How do you think
we're gonna get into Napier's party?

He'd shoot me before I got through the door.

Not if we use Arnold to get us an invite.

I'll handle Napier.

You just consider yourself invited.
Both of you.

Jody Adair,
charged with double homicide.

He's got an ex-wife in Lexington.

You put eyes on him,
I'll make it worth your while.

This could be a little uncomfortable.

Just be cool and go with it.

I get out of these,
I'll tear you to pieces small enough to flush.

Look, I ain't here on Marshals' business.

I just want to know
about the man in the trunk.

Unconstitutional, man. I got to piss.

ACLU be happy to take up your case.

- Let's go, brother.
- Suck my dick, brother.

Nice work, Givens.

Always looking to fill up the piggy bank.

As you like it.

Besides, a good man's hard to find.

I don't know what to say.
You found me so easy.

Your cell still best?

If you're in town,
just stop by the High Note Bar.

Pretty well living there these days.

I hope you're not drinking away your wages.

It would ravage those Hollywood looks.

- We good, Sharon?
- We're good, Raylan.

- It's good to see you.
- Likewise.

Playing behind the beat, all cool,
making the girl do all the flirting.

Shit only flies
if you're a pretty boy like Eastwood there.

See, Raylan there, he's got the badge

and the drawl
and the whole squinty, sexy thing,

and there was a time
I would have run right to him,

done the whole merry-go-round.

Now I see that for what it is, and

him for who he is.

That man's an emotional disaster.

Sharon, you gonna die an old maid.

What is that?

Looks like we lost the rear tyre.

Be a doll and fix it.

- You gonna get all girly on me now?
- Girly?

Honey, I'm gonna cop a squat.
You know I drank all 36 ounces.

Mr Pibb?
Lord, how do you drink any ounces?

Nectar of the gods.

Yeah, make it snappy.

What's up, man? You need a hand?

All good, friend.

I got AAA. If you want, I can make a call.

They'll be here in 20, 30 minutes.

It's time to move on.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

Some thanks I get
for being a Good Samaritan.

I don't mean no offence. For your own safety.

All right.

- Where is she?
- You said poke out the tyre,

which I did when they got food,

but you didn't say anything
about killing nobody!

Tell me where she went.

I'm just a filmmaker.

Kennet!

You don't tell me where she went,
I'll kill your ass.

Kennet!

Already signed that.

Dunlop's birthday card.

This is the summary
of those 20 boxes they gave us.

- It's bullshit.
- That's not just bullshit, Raylan.

That is rare, vintage FBI bullshit.

That's a whole different bouquet.

Drew Thompson is a 30-year-old case.

They expect us to believe that?

I tried to call Barkley
and chew his ass out about it,

but he's been AWOL for a few days.
Hasn't been to work.

Since when does
J. Edgar Barkley miss work?

Anyway, we don't need the FBI.

We can dig ourselves
through all those Clover Hill names

that your cousin Mary
and the one-legged man gave us.

One-footed. Still got most of his leg.

You're doing that thing that makes me
believe you don't have high hopes.

- That eyebrow thing?
- Yeah.

'Cause I don't have high hopes.

I mean, what have we got?

We got 20 worthless boxes
and the Hill woman's riddles

and the ravings of a one-footed man.

Tell me we shouldn't lose hope.

- We shouldn't lose hope.
- Why not?

Well, maybe that
psychic friend of yours, Eve Munro,

she could look through
all those DMV photos of everybody

that fits Drew's description
and maybe hit the jackpot.

Good Lord.

You know,
instead of just sitting around here...

- I ain't going.
- Just hear me out.

I don't want to see Arlo,
let alone have that same conversation.

I'm not saying go see your father.

I'm saying go down to Tramble

and talk to that guy
who used to be the Harlan sheriff.

- Hunter.
- Right.

One-footed Josiah mentioned him, didn't he?

He did.

Well, just go talk to him, and then after that,
go talk to your father.

Art...

He knows who and where Drew is.

- He won't...
- It's easy, Raylan.

You just stuff that file,

tell him we've got
all the evidence that we need,

and then you give him a little nudge

or a thinly veiled threat, and he'll spook.

He won't.

Well, then you give him a sob story.

You know, tell him you don't
want to see him die in prison.

Raylan, go see your father.

Where do we keep
the folder for take-out menus?

Over by the copy machine.

You working lunch?

Go get 'em, tiger!

Happy birthday, Nelson.

Thanks, Raylan.

Believe that?

He wished me a happy birthday.

Jesus Christ, Nelson.
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday.

It's nice just laying here.

Feel safe.

That boy that beat on you the other day,
I gave him a whooping he won't soon forget.

I didn't like doing it.

But it needed doing. For you.

You ain't just saying that?

You are not like the other girls.

You got a light in your eyes.

I'd be lying
if I said I didn't feel that way about you

the first time I saw you.

Wasn't two days ago
you were all up in my face.

Now you come over
and get something-something

and you want to romance me, too?

Just tell me what you want.

Hey.

I want to know who put the hurt on you.

It wasn't Max, so who?

What do you care?

See, now...

I didn't know it wasn't Max 100%,
but right there, you just made me sure of it.

Shit, Johnny.

So, who could it be?

Who do I know and you know

could scare you into shutting up?

Damn it, Johnny. Leave it alone.

Was it Colt?

Yeah, it was Colt.

I did not say that name.

- No, you did not.
- You swear on that.

He said he'd cut out my damn tongue.

Now, why would he say something like that,

not to mention
beat you and scare you half to death?

He was tweaking and pissed off,
asking about Ellen May.

Ellen May?

Where she is or did she call or some shit.

Forget exactly.
He kind of punched me right after.

I meant what I said, Teri.

- Givens.
- Deputy Givens,

Loren Hunkis,
Campbell county sheriff's deputy.

- How can I help you?
- You were one of the last incoming calls

on the cell phone of Sharon Edmunds.

Can you tell me
what association you had with her.

Had?

Fished her van out of Norris Lake
around 6:00 this morning.

Two bodies in the vehicle,
one of which was Ms Edmunds.

Damn.

Decomp suggests
they've been dead about six days.

Six days?

I hazard a guess it wasn't a car crash?

Got one body with defensive wounds.

- Appears to have been strangled.
- Jesus.

The other, Ms Edmunds,
had a fatal gunshot wound to the neck.

I think I know the man you're looking for.

Don't take this the wrong way, Jody.

You know I love you
and I think you're a genius,

but you got to get the hell out.

I can't go anywhere, Kennet.

Look at me. I'm in pain, brother.

Just let the meds kick in. You'll be straight.

They kept you well this long.
Then you can go hit up your old lady.

She already messed up my shit.

I got to heal before I can go get with Katrina.

Six days now

you've been healing all over my couch.

- I think you're good.
- Hey, hey.

Pack me a bowl, would you?

I helped out like you asked.

I jabbed the tyres in that van.
I came to your rescue.

But you add two bodies
to the two dope dealers in Knoxville.

That's four killings in under a month.

I'm not cut out for that. I'm a filmmaker!

Let me tell you something
so you can stop your bitch-ass complaining.

I don't want to go
to see Katrina per se, you dig?

I'm gonna go get the goddamn money
I got stashed at Katrina's.

Say what?

Do I have your attention now,
Steven Spielberg?

You left the money part out.

Yes, so you didn't grab it up
while I was convalescing.

So, new deal... I sit a few days.

You take me over. We get the money.

I cut you in 20/80 for your trouble.

How much we talking?

Enough you can finally make your big movie.

- What's it called?
- "The Last..."

Hello?

Yeah.

Well, I... I couldn't say. Not well.

I sold her some stuff on craigslist.

Cameras, lenses, stuff like that.

No problem, deputy.

What was that shit?

That was the police
asking me how I know Sharon Edmunds.

What did you say?

What difference does it make, man?
They know, Jody!

Well, I'm healed. Let's go.

Always hated that house.

Come on, man. Let's go.

Look at that.

Can you believe this? She put in an alarm.

All right, let's go around back.

That's what I'm saying.

Shit!

Katrina's sister.

She's white.

Her sorority sister at Butler.

We are lucky. If she's here, we can get in,
no fuss, no muss.

All right, fine. Good.

Let's make it quick, though.

No, no, no, not that man, not him.

- You know him?
- Know him. I hate him.

Hello, cowboy.

- Who are you?
- Jackie Nevada.

I'm a grad student at UK,
just house-sitting for my girlfriend.

Reason I'm here, Miss Nevada, we have

cause to believe that Katrina's
ex-husband might be coming here

for her and the kids.

He's armed and dangerous and an asshole.

I've met him. You got three for three.

Katrina took the kids to Dollywood,

which, if you know Katrina,
you know is hilarious.

She say where she was staying
or leave an itinerary?

I probably have an e-mail on my phone.

I'm thinking
I'm gonna get my money and kill that man.

- No, no, no.
- No, no, no, no,

it's a good idea, Kennet.

LPD.

Let's go. Come on. We'll get the car later.

Jim.

House-sitter's inside.

I got time. I can get her home,

but she'll give you
all the details on the wife and kids first.

Good. Great.

Are you sure it's here?

Well, I don't know why it wouldn't be.

It's not showing up anywhere else.

Baby.

Mystery solved.

We good?

Look, if I'm being honest, Ava,

I'm just feeling insecure
about this whole thing.

You look grand.

Your hair's combed all nice.

Buttons are straight,
and you got your pocket watch.

They'll look at me if I use the wrong fork.

I don't think we need to worry
about table manners up there.

We just pull them
old horndogs off the women,

we find their history in Harlan, and we see
which one of them could be Drew.

If it comes down to it,

what's a few hand jobs, give or take?

Well, you already looking
for an open relationship?

We're not married yet, Ava Crowder.

Baby, you give
as many hand jobs as you need to tonight.

That's not funny.

Lord, we're going to a rich folk's sex party.
Who would have thought?

How did you know Jody was an asshole?

You two have history together?

A bit. I was with
the people he killed not a week ago.

Did you know them?

Him, no.
Her, I slept with once a year or two ago.

That's sweet.

How is that?

How you're out here getting revenge.

What I'm doing
is making sure you get home safe.

Jackie Nevada...

Sounds like a name
out of a Steve McQueen movie.

My stepdad wanted to call me Sierra,
but he named me after my mom instead.

She walked out on us
before I had a memory of her.

They never married,
and Reno wasn't even my dad.

Your stepdad's name is Reno?

- Yep
- The man's name is actually Reno Nevada?

Some kind of lounge singer?

Card player. Taught me some tricks.

Sometimes we get in games together.

Sounds like you had quite an upbringing.

He did okay.

Best he could without my mom.

I did see pictures
of her posing nude in the backyard

once Reno left on the dresser.

But you never saw your own mother?

Lots of people
haven't seen their moms or their dads.

Yet others do
as much as they can to avoid them.

You just showed your cards.

I don't play cards.

- You're funny.
- You're charming.

Jury's out if you're sincere.

You think I'm working you?

I don't know.

My track record as of late,
don't suppose I could tell.

Boyd and Ava Crowder.

With all the rumours
I've heard over the years,

I expected some ancient Roman spectacle.

Truth be told, I'm happy I don't have to see
most of these people naked.

Wow, look at her!

If this fine flower is what's
growing on the dung heaps of Harlan,

maybe we ought to relax
our admission policy.

What are you drinking, sir?

Some of Jimmy Russell's finest.

Well, Rare Breed or Reserve?

You know your Wild Turkey.

Well, us folks down the mountain,

we got to wash
the taste of dung out of our mouth

with something.

Excuse us.

Former Sheriff Napier.

We do thank you for the invite.

Well, didn't have much choice
in the matter the way Arnold put it.

Well, we all have choices, Mr Napier.

Ours was to come
and meet some new people.

You're about
as welcome here as a case of the clap.

You can worm your way in here,

but that's all you're ever gonna be,
a goddamn worm.

Well, too bad
you weren't the early bird that caught it.

Excuse me, Tillman.

I'd like a chance to greet our guests.

I'm Deborah Jane, your hostess.

- I'm Boyd Crowder.
- Boyd Crowder, yes,

and Ava Crowder, obviously.

Welcome.

Listen, why don't y'all drink your drinks,

and I will take this lovely on a little tour?

- Happy hunting. Okay?
- Right this way.

Number-one rule. My house, my rules.

I don't drink red margaritas.

She a professional?

No, she's just had a lot of practise.

See, honey, the swinging and the swapping,

it's just the bittiest bit of what we do up here.

I mean, you know
that we girls hold all the power, right?

As it was and ever shall be.

And I'm not just talking about this.

I'm talking about Harlan.

If weren't for us
and these little get-togethers,

nothing would ever get done.

But don't you worry, sugar,

'cause you don't have to do
anything you don't want to do.

Rule number one up here is, no means no.

I see you didn't go for
one of Tillman's frosty-sugar shits.

When it comes to the devil's water,
I'm a simple man.

To good taste.

Cheers.

- Lee Paxton.
- Gerald Johns.

- Hello, gentlemen. I'm...
- Boyd Crowder.

It's a pleasure.

Here I thought
I'd never be part of the "in" crowd.

Why don't you come on over
and have a little talk with us?

- Well, I'd love to.
- All right.

I moved to Harlan in '86,

scabbing for Eastover, which I ain't proud of.

But man's got to eat.

Funeral homes have been
in my family for five generations.

But you yourself, are you new here?

Oh, no, Mr Crowder.
I came back here after my aunt died in 1980.

I know a family moved down into Slop Creek

when John F.K. Became president.

We still call them the new neighbours.

What'd you do before that?

I was logging in Cumberland.
It's where I grew up.

I had an uncle that logged there.

Garret. I remember.

He used to bring you
and your mama to the company cookouts.

Bopping people on the head
with your little princess wand.

You still granting wishes?

Only on a case-by-case basis.

Excuse me.

Well, how about yourself, Mr Johns?

I moved here in '91,
what you might call a windfall.

Well, you mean it's true what they
say about your car dealership?

I got the best deals in town?

- That, and you won it in a hand of poker.
- It is.

- A bet's a bet.
- Now, that is true. A bet is a bet.

We're glad to see you here, son.

Is that so?

Yeah, I'm sure you are, Lee.

Frank, you drunk too much.

You dragged up that lowlander

that screwed Black Pike Coal
in a deal with Mags Bennett.

You gonna do the same thing to me?

I'm afraid the only person
I'm gonna be screwing tonight is my fiancée.

And no offence to your wife.

I know the game, and I still ain't playing.

You can all go to hell.

Well, gentlemen,
if I am to believe your inebriated friend,

a game is afoot?

I take it I'm a player?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You've been playing poker
all your life, haven't you?

- Started when you were...
- Sixteen, playing online.

That's close to all your life.

- Want a beer?
- Better not.

I'm gonna have a beer.

You always play for money?

What's the point if you don't, right?

- Suppose at school.
- UK.

I play every night.

- Do you cheat?
- No.

You mean you don't have to.

- You read people.
- It's unavoidable.

Check out mannerisms while
you're deciding on the odds.

All there is to it.

Maybe instead of a beer,
you'd like to play poker and have a chat?

I got to do a thing.

Hey, girl.

Jesus Christ!

Jody, you can't ring the doorbell?

Bell's so loud. So loud.

That why you're
creeping around like a criminal?

For one, I am a criminal. It's a known fact.

And two, I happen to know

you all cosy with the law all of a sudden,

so I got to make my entrance
idiosyncratic so they don't see me.

- Then what do you want, Jody?
- I want the security code to Katrina's house.

Can you cooperate with me,
or are we gonna have to find your joints,

cut you apart like a chicken?

This is ridiculous.

Just... Jody... All right, just... Just let me go.

Come on. Just let go of me.

- Okay?
- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey. We're done with that!

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Then I press pound?

No, it's pound, 7-8-4-9-5...

Don't move a muscle, Jody.

Ain't this some shit?

Shut your mouth. Drop the knife.

Well, see, now...

Come on.

I am gonna count to one.

Jackie, no.

Get down!

Shit!

Kennet, go, go, go, go!

Shit, shit!

You need a doctor.

I need to see Raylan bleed

like I'm bleeding all up
in this heap-of-shit car of yours,

then I need my money!

Hey, hey, hey, five minutes ago,
this heap of shit had a roof!

Now it's caved in like a pancake!

- You broke my car!
- I broke my hip!

When am I gonna
get my money, Jody? Before you die?

I'm not gonna die. Raylan's gonna die.

This pain shit is on him!

I'm gonna kill him just for the relief of it.

How are you gonna do that, shape you're in?

I heard him tell his
Knoxville piece of pussy where he lives.

I can kill that man
easy as I eat a girl scout cookie.

This is so goddamn crazy.

This is drama.

You can use this, make the best movie ever.

You and me,
we're gonna make that movie tonight!

Feel like we're chasing the hot potato.

Mind if we keep her awhile,
save the state gas money?

I'd prefer to keep an eye on her myself.

Would you?

- Anything on the vanity plates?
- Yeah, it just came in.

Some shitbag named
Kenny Blanks over on Race Street.

I'm going over in a second.

I was gonna drop her off at a hotel.

- Maybe I can tag along.
- Good for me.

Come on. Let's go.

Boyd?

There you are, sweetheart.

You disappeared on me.

Well, a girl's expected to mingle.

Now, I'm glad to hear you say that.

Hoping we might mingle right now.

Boys, you know,
I'm afraid it's past my bedtime.

I need to get home
and get some beauty sleep.

Come on, now.
Are you a player or some kind of gawker?

And keep in mind,
there's only one right answer.

Oh, yeah?

Last man handled me like that,

I shot dead at the dinner table.

Come on. Don't you know why you're here?

You might as well enjoy yourself.

Son, son, come on.

Now, I'm gonna keep turning till I hear a pop.

You might as well enjoy yourself.

Leave him be, Boyd.
He's gonna have to answer to me.

Abel, you get your sorry ass
down them stairs right now.

- Goddamn gawkers!
- Let's go.

Where the hell did you disappear to?

Look, I had you on a rope, baby.

It just got a little longer than I intended.

What were you doing?

Waiting to see how far
they were gonna take it?

I came when I saw.

Now, I'm sorry if you got nervous.

Okay? Come here.

Come here.

You find out if one of these guys was Drew?

Lee maybe, Gerald maybe. I don't know.

But I do know why they invited us here.

I think they want me to
strong-arm Frank Browning.

- The mine owner?
- The same.

Now, they want me
to run you home, come back up here,

and hear what they got to say.

I don't trust these Clover Hill people.

That don't mean
I can't make a little money off of them

while I find out
if one of them is Drew Thompson.

Now, where's your rabbit-fur jacket?
Let's go.

Oh, God damn it, Jody.

Dragging me into your bullshit.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.
I am so stupid, stupid, stupid!

All right, if the cops come, they come.

If Jody kills the guy, problem solved.

Oh, my God.

What am I gonna do?

Just kill myself.

I'll get laid, and then I'll kill myself.

Okay, okay, okay.

Kenneth?

- Yeah, baby!
- You all right?

I'll be out in a sec, all right?

My first crime scene.

Enjoy it from right here.

I'm almost done with the script.
It's a lot of laughs.

Why does every cop knock like that?

Hands up. Get against the wall.

Kenny?

How long you been a Kenny?

Well, since it's sort of my name,
my whole life.

I have friends who only call me Kenneth.

Jody, you know what he calls me?

"Kennet" without the diphthong.

I bet you're wondering if he's here. He isn't.

I haven't seen him since, an hour ago?

This doesn't sound like any of my business.

So...

Jody left you a movie he's starring in.

If you're Raylan.

He wants me to see it?

Don't worry. It isn't too long.

- Who shot it?
- I did.

I worked with him before.

Most of the ones
where he's by himself are rather boring,

but his X-rated stuff,

I think, is better than most.

- Jody does porn?
- Some.

But this one...

This one you have to watch
while you're here.

That's how I see the world.

Going around like this basketball.

Me and you gonna have to
meet up again, Raylan.

Can't say when right now.

You're gonna be looking over your
shoulder till I make the scene.

Then we gonna take it to the edge.

You think he'll pick a spot
and be lying in wait?

Might walk up behind me
in a street full of people

and press his gun to my back.

I think you'd like Jody to find you.

Might be the only way to get her done.

Having to look at all
the faces in the crowd wears you out.

I think if I were a guy, I'd be a lot like you.

Become a US Marshal.

You're serious?

I may be.

I might as well tell you now
'cause I know I will later.

I got a serious crush on you.

Before my heart starts racing
and we bang into someone's rear end,

I want to make a stop.

- Where?
- High Note Bar. For a minute.

Stick my head in.

You think Jody might be there.

How'd you guess?

Got a look on your face.

I'm right half the time I get the feeling.

Wait here in the car, okay?

I won't be five minutes.

This isn't a drill, is it?

No.

All right, everybody, let's go. Out!

Move!

I saw your movie.

I know what your intentions are.
I could pull right now and shoot you.

You want to do it right here?

Don't bother me none.

Like I told you, we gonna take it to the edge.

Remember how it was the first time?

You didn't think I was gonna shoot you?

And you didn't.

How about now?

I run into this kind of situation on the job.

You've made up your mind to give up,

and you're still alive but for how long?

You ain't gonna shoot.

Oh, there he is,

looking like 10 pounds of shit
in a five-pound bag.

- How about a beer?
- How about a salute to the Iraqi war hero?

You know, I never did thank you for your

generous service to our great nation.

On second thought, how about you
blow me and then get me a beer?

Come on, man. I'm just having a little fun.

I know you can handle it.

Or maybe you can't. Maybe that's why
you've been a little sparse as of late.

What is that supposed to mean?

Haven't seen you around much?
You sure you ain't laying low?

I've been sick.

Been in bed.

You ever get those fever dreams?

I hate 'em.

Make me feel like I'm going insane.

I get 'em. Everyone gets 'em.

You kill a lot of people?

- What?
- In Iraq.

Is it any different than killing folk over here?

Now, what do you mean by that, Johnny?

Is it different than killing white folk?

No.

Innocents.

You know...

Civilians, kids, that sort of thing.

You see their faces in your dreams?

I hear a lot of veterans have that problem.

You need to check your fridge, Johnny.
This beer's warm as piss.

You see Ellen May's face?

No, I haven't.

No, you wouldn't since

she wasn't exactly innocent.

Boyd, do you know
about the EPA Superfund?

They come in after
there's a big environmental disaster like, say,

a slurry pond breaks its banks.

Pour in a king's ransom
of government funds for the cleanup.

Well, let me guess.

You want Frank Browning
to bust open one of his ponds

so all of you can suck off the federal tit,

but he ain't willing to play along.

Told you he was sharp.

Frank Browning is indeed a problem.

You seem like a problem solver.

You want me to twist his arm?

We'd prefer it

if you kill him.

And if I say no?

After all we've given you?

Come again?

How about the whorehouse?

Drug running.

You ever think how you have that?

'Cause we let you.

Keeps your cross-eyed
brethren down the mountain placated.

You know what that word means,
"placated"?

Yes, I do.

But I think the word
you're looking for is "pacified."

I think you're missing the point.

Your daddy got the point.

Crowders do what we say.

And to be crystal goddamn

clear,

kill Frank Browning, or we'll destroy you.

Wow. I was not expecting this.

When the Marshals do things,
we try to do it right.

I like how you do things.

I know I give you a charge,
but you seem almost giddy.

That got anything to do
with what's in the bag?

My school books?

Jackie.

I figured out why Jody
came back to Lexington

instead of just taking off.

Wasn't 'cause of the kids or Katrina.

It was for the money,
and I'm pretty sure it is in that bag.

What are you gonna do about it?

It's ill-gotten gains.
If I find it, I got to turn it in.

But...

If it was never found

and it made its way back
to Katrina and the kids,

that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

What's up, chief?

So, were you gonna tell me what
happened or just keep it to yourself?

I didn't want to wake you.

That's very thoughtful.

Let me guess. In all this,
you still haven't made it to Tramble.

First thing tomorrow morning.

- Where are you?
- Don't worry.

We ain't paying for the room.

What, is she sitting right beside you?

I hear the shower running.

Probably just gonna sleep on the couch.

That'd be a first for you, wouldn't it?

She in love with you yet?

Art, this girl ain't the least bit
interested in an old fart like me.

He said humbly.

Tell me we're done.

We're done. For now.

Go see your fath...

The hell is that?

FBI folder stuffed full of take-out menus.

I was gonna tell you
your time was running out.

They gave us everything we needed
to short-circuit your deal.

But you cannot tell a lie.

Didn't I teach you anything?

Not really.

Look, I know you think
you're the toughest man

that God ever strung a gut through,
and you got your plan.

Long as you stick to it,
everything's gonna work out,

but just 'cause you got a plan
don't mean it's a good one.

Killed a guy last night didn't understand that.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

It's just a fact.

My plan, Arlo, was to see that
under no circumstances you got a deal.

Well, I'm gonna change that.
I'm gonna cut you a deal right now.

You must be hard up, boy.

Suffice to say,
there's something in it for both of us.

Go on.

We know Drew's alive and in Harlan,
but it's gonna be a bitch to find him.

- We could use your help.
- Now we're getting to it.

What you don't realise is,
you could use our help.

Theo Tonin knows Drew's alive, too,

and guess who he's got
on his payroll helping him look for him?

- Boyd Crowder.
- You're bullshitting me.

Son you never had is working against you.

So, maybe I did teach you
something after all.

If they find him first, your deal evaporates,

but you tell me right now and we get to him,

I will make sure you
live out your days in a country-club jail.

Let me consider it.

For once in our lives, let's work together?

I've considered it.

Eat shit.

So be it.

I'm gonna go see Sheriff Hunter now.

Josiah says he knows Drew.

Maybe he'll take that
country-club deal instead of you?

See what you did there? I struck a nerve.

- Didn't do anything.
- Exactly.

As long as I can remember, whenever you got
bad news, you had a face like a statue.

Can't help I'm good-looking.

So long, Arlo.

You're gonna die here
and not in the distant future.

Tomorrow or maybe Sunday after chow.

You threatening me?

And I'll tell you something.