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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.

Oh!

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh.

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.

Oh. What is that?

Looks like we
lost the rear tire.

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.

Whoa.

You understand? Yeah.

Some thanks I get for
being a Good Samaritan.

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

All right.

Where is she? You
said poke out the tire,

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!

♪ 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 bogard
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 ♪

Already signed that.

Huh?

Dunlop's birthday card.

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

It's bullshit. Oh, 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.

Mmm.

Mmm.

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, hmm?

Who do I know and you know

could scare you
into shutting up?

Damn it, Johnny. Hmm?

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.

Huh.

Mmm.

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 tires 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? Oh!

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?

Uh, 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.

Oh, 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, uh,

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.

Uh-huh.

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 rumors I've
heard over the years,

I expected some ancient
Roman spectacle. Mmm.

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.

Capisce?

I don't drink red margaritas.

She a professional?

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

Oh.

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.

Hmm.

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 neighbors.

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.

Mmm. 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. Oh, 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 offense 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 cozy 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.

Ah, 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. Oh!

Ain't this some shit?

Shut your mouth. Drop the knife.

Well, see, now...

Come on.

I am gonna count to one.

Jackie, no. Oh!

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?

Boyd?

There you are, sweetheart.

You disappeared on me.

Well, a girl's
expected to mingle.

Oh, now, I'm glad
to hear you say that.

Hoping we might
mingle right now.

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

I need to get home and
get some beauty sleep.

Oh, 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. Oh!

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

Oh, 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?

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

I have friends who only
call me Kenneth. Oh!

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?

Oh, 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,

uh, 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. Huh.

You, uh, 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, huh?

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, uh,

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.

Uh, 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 realize
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, huh?

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, huh?

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,
uh, not in the distant future.

Tomorrow or maybe
Sunday after chow.

You threatening me?

And I'll tell you something.

I'm gonna be glad
when I hear the news.