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Previously on Justified...

Drew Thompson pancaking
into that driveway...

That was the day cocaine
came to Harlan County.

Where the hell is Drew Thompson?

What I want is for you to find out

why our sales have dropped off.

This church is the reason.

Why are you here, newcomers?

You all come to watch
the hillbilly with the snakes?

Or did you come to be saved?

"Do not believe every spirit,
but test the spirits!"

Everybody in that church
was smiling ear to ear

except for his sister.

Now, we find out what it is she wants,

and these flood waters will recede.

You're new around here.

Folks bet less on fights
between fighters they don't know.

What, I got to fight again?

In the right light,
you could be considered attractive.

I just need to have
a quick word with my wife.

How come you don't keep
the snakes in here to sleep?

Billy's room's warmer.

Oh, that's your brother's room, huh...

The one you're sneaking out of
in the dead of the night?

I sing hymns over him

until his brain's quiet enough to let him rest.

So that's all you were doing in there...

Just tucking in your brother...

Him and all his serpents?

Way you riled him up,
I'm surprised he got to sleep at all.

I came in here earlier tonight

thinking that your brother
was running his own show,

thinking he was the man I needed to talk to

if I was gonna have any peace.

But it turns out that he's a true believer.

But you...

Why, you're the brains.

What's that?

What's it look like?

Like the 30 pieces of silver the high priest
Caiaphas gave to Judas lscariot.

Well, think of it as a donation from
a concerned parishioner

who'd like to see your brother shift focus
away from me and mine.

I'm afraid you've misjudged me, Mr Crowder.

I would never tell my brother
how to spread the good word.

How about where to spread it?

Now, that's a different conversation.

It's a more expensive one.

It's good to know
we both speak the same tongues.

The thing is...

I don't get shaken down.

Don't think of it as a shakedown.

Billy deserves a pulpit that can't be folded up

and put in the back of a truck.

You want us gone,
you're gonna have to build us a place to go.

Well, then, ma'am,
I apologise for simply wasting your time.

I know why you keep misjudging us.

Do tell.

Unlike the rest of
these sorry souls around here...

We're not afraid of you.

Well, in that case, ma'am,
I think we've misjudged each other.

You awake?

I am now.

Since when do you sleep in your clothes?

Couldn't figure out a way to keep a gun
in my undershorts.

Since when do you sleep with a gun?

Since I found out the woman I've been seeing

has a husband I couldn't knock down
with a hammer.

He's not my husband any more.

I ain't asking.

I'm telling you.

I divorced him when he got put away
this last time.

I had him pegged as a con.

That, or maybe a fighter.

Actually, he's both.
I mean, fighting's his real calling.

We just never made much money at it.

How did he make his money?

The old-fashioned way.

He stole it?

We stole it.

That's your deep, dark secret, huh?

If it's not,
I'd hate to think of what else I'd be hiding.

What was the deal?

You guys picking pockets,
robbing liquor stores?

I'd get next to a guy,
find out what he had worth taking,

and Randall would take it.

Simple.

Always figured the simpler we kept it,

the less chance it'd go wrong.

But it did go wrong, huh?

Yeah.

And no. I mean, the scam itself was fine.

The problem came
when Randall decided he didn't like the idea

these guys had been
putting their hands on me, and...

Ended up beating one half to death.

Which is why he went
to prison and you didn't.

Yeah.

Well...

I know I feel better, knowing all this.

You one of those guys
who loses interest in a woman

once he realises
she can't wear white to her wedding?

I'd like to think not.

I was hoping if I came clean,
you'd understand I reformed.

Maybe even...

...see your way clear
to forgiving me my trespasses.

Yeah?

I guess it just depends.

On what?

How bad were you?

I was pretty bad.

Still am sometimes.

I guess the only question I'm still asking is

if Randall beat the shit out of some guy
for rubbing on you,

how's he gonna react
when he finds out what we've been doing?

I'll tell you what I just told Randall.

I don't owe him shit.

So, do you think
that you could forget about him

just long enough that we could get back

to what we were doing
when he interrupted us?

I can give it a shot.

Carrot didn't work.
Means it's time for the stick.

Jimmy! Don't move! Jimmy!

-Oh, shit. They're everywhere. Jimmy!
-Shit!

Get out of there!

Jimmy.

Stop firing!

Get up!

Holy...

-Boyd!
-Did you send that preacher packing?

What the hell happened?

I think a snake bit him.

Thank you.

Call Johnny. Tell him to get a hold of

that doc he uses from physical therapy.

Johnny's not answering.

I tried him before I decided to come here.

Well, go find a doctor.

Tell him to get a hold
of some antivenom and bring his ass here!

Where am I supposed to find a doctor?

The free clinic in Evarts.

Go!

Hold on, son. You're lucky to be alive.

Where the hell is Johnny?

Jesus. I hope that ain't necessary.

She said I took her by surprise,

showing up the way I did,
and where am I staying?

We got things to discuss.

I know, Randall.

I was standing
right next to her when she called you.

Turns out she just needed to know where to
send her big, bad deputy marshal.

Jesus. You living out of this locker?

Showering here,
sleeping in your car, something like that?

Well, I was gonna
try to sleep on the couch in Emanuel's office,

but it turns out he's doing that himself.

Thinks sleeping
in the gym will turn him into Cus D'Amato.

You know who that is?

Where'd you do your bit... Glades?

This last one... Okaloosa, mostly.

That's near Pensacola?

Nicer than Glades
from the outside, but the tiers were shit.

I used to work out of the Miami office.

Didn't get up north much.

Yeah, I grew up down near Glades...

West of Belle Glade, out near lmmolakee.

Prefer it up north, though.
Better class of people, by and large.

You move up north
once you started fighting?

-You ever do any?
-Boxing?

-Cage fighting.
-Not lately.

Nowadays,
you want to compete with these guys,

even as a puncher, you got to be able

to know how to do
that Brazilian stuff, maybe a little chop suey.

I came at it way too late to
develop any real technique.

That's why you're
getting your stake together,

get into fighter management.

Get Lindsey to run the old scam,

rip off some fella does backyard fights,

name of Hoppus or Kopas?

I guess she told you a lot, huh?

She told me a little bit.

It was late. We were in my bedroom.

So we didn't talk as much as we should've.

I paid my debt.

Hers, too, when you think about it.

You paid part of your debt.

Not my fault the State
can't afford to keep us.

No. We got to reserve space for the guys

that pose a genuine danger to society.

You read my jacket?

Know the part
about your jacket that surprised me?

Conditions of your release prohibit you from
leaving the State of Florida.

And yet, here you are.

Gonna tell my P.O. on me.

That's not so big and bad after all.

I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you till about...
Well, let's say 6:00.

Get your shit out of that locker

and get your ass back
on the road to Florida,

or I'm gonna send you back.

Up to you if it's in cuffs or a box.

You read what I did to the last old boy

tried to make time with my wife?

Skimmed it. Something about a coma.

No, I marked him.

Now, anytime anybody sees that
little greaser gimp around,

hears the punch-drunk way that he talks,

what they're seeing and hearing is me.

What I made him.

So how about at 6:00 this p.m.,

I put a little limp in that Gary Cooper walk,

write my name all over
that pretty face of yours?

How's that sound?

Sounds like we got a date.

-Oh, come!
-|'|| come back.

No, Raylan. Join us.

It can wait. I'll just...

Raylan! Join us.

Rachel here was just about to explain to me

why she didn't call for backup

while she was
affecting the arrest of a violent fugitive.

And I figure since that's
your area of expertise, you could weigh in.

Like it says, by the time I made him,

he was already standing over me.

There was no way to call without him seeing.

-You with us so far?
-It's all very...

But Drew Thompson, Tim told me, come in...

She's after this Andre Devoe...

Apparently goes to this diner
whenever he wants to visit his mama.

But she didn't actually make him

until he was close enough to touch.

Yesterday, I went there looking for him.

I went back
this morning 'cause I liked the French toast.

And then, to make matters worse,

she went to the ladies' room.

I was trying to
get some distance so I could call it in.

You should at least approve of that.

I'm supposed to approve
of you trapping yourself

in a confined space
with one door and no windows.

How many times has Wyatt Earp here

put himself in positions like that and worse,

and how many reprimands
have you written him?

Oh, he's a lost cause.

I still have some hope for you.

What a good example you've set.

Drew Thompson?

Thompson's widow.

Remarried six months
after Drew hit the side...

I mean, didn't hit the sidewalk.

I knew what you meant.

That's why it took some doing to find her.

Thought at first
she might be in the wind with him.

You know, just playing the grieving widow

until the cops and the news
people moved on to another story,

and then fold up the tent
and change her name.

That's actually a decent plan.

Thank you for saying so.

-She still married?
-Divorced.

Why don't you and Tim ride
down to Masterson station,

see how she reacts to you
un-breaking the news of Drew's demise?

All righty.

-Oh, and, Raylan?
-Yes.

At the time of his death,
Drew Thompson was wanted

in a sealed federal witness warrant.

What'd he witness?

Well, I don't know.
That's what "sealed" means.

Admit it... You're getting
a little bit of a marshal stiffy yourself.

Maybe. If you get it unsealed.

Hoping for some movement
on that later today.

If my stiffy lasts much longer,

I'm gonna have to consult my physician.

-What's your opinion?
-On your stiffy? I don't have one.

No. On what's going on with Rachel.

If I had one,
I sure as hell wouldn't tell the boss.

Mr Crowder, I feel like
I made it clear last time we were together.

I'm not looking for a partner.

You made it clear that you weren't
looking for a partner you can't trust.

I can trust you?

Do you have any idea what
Boyd would do to me if he knew I was here?

Unless he sent you.

He didn't.

Yeah.

Well,
comforting as that is,

I keep remembering our mutual pal Devil,

who assured myself and Mr Quarles

that he could count on your support

in his move against your cousin,

and I keep thinking,
if that had worked out for him,

we probably would've
heard something by now.

-Mr Duffy?
-Yeah.

I can walk with this cane, but it hurts.

It's so much easier
just to roll around in my damn chair.

Boyd put me in that chair.

I always heard it was
his daddy's shotgun that did that.

I was the heir apparent.

Boyd has never been
nothing but a thorn in his daddy's fat ass.

So, now, how is it that he's the one
that's gonna get everything?

Boys.

Would you excuse us?

Mr Crowder, as strange as this sounds...

I want to believe you.

So, what if I were
to give him to you, serve him up?

When you say him, you mean...

Boyd.

Okay. And when you say
"serve him up," you mean...

What if I were to help you kill him?

I could... I could take him to an E.R.,

say I found him on the side of the road.

You're wasting time. Do it.

Do you want a belt, son?

All right. Open your mouth.

That's it.

I got to admit, I was hoping
she'd be out here when we pulled up,

tell us that the spirits
told her that we were coming.

Have you been drug tested lately?

You didn't even open the file, did you?

I have a lot on my mind.

Yeah. You hide it well.

This woman has got 17 fraud arrests.

Plus, the LPD's
investigating a series of recent burglaries

at the homes of several of her clients.

What does that mean, "clients"?

-Don't tell me why you're here.
-Ma'am?

The reason might be
different than what you think,

and I don't want you to confuse my reading.

Well, actually, ma'am, I'm Deputy Marshal...

Didn't I just say not to tell me?

Yes.

Please, come in.

She's a psychic.

A certified spiritualist.

Certified by who?

Y'all familiar with psycho me try...

Extra-sensory perception
through physical contact?

I saw a movie once

where Walken shakes Martin Sheen's hand,

sees him start World War Ill.

You're a sceptic.

You get that a lot?

I used to ask myself
all the time if these feelings I got were real.

And you know what I finally realised?

People don't come see me
because they want to make a connection

with someone from the other side.

They come to me for solace,
and that's what I give them.

And they give you their life savings?

That's why you're here.

Because some ambitious prosecutor

has decided yet again
to charge me with theft by deception.

Actually, ma'am,
marshals don't investigate theft of any kind.

We chase fugitives,
one of whom has led us here.

You don't see him somewhere around us?

Not so clearly.

Surprising,
considering you used to be married to him.

Oh, if you're looking for Bradley,

then you should get a hold of that little
whore that works in his office.

Shouldn't be hard to find her number...

Just go in any men's room.

It'll be scrawled on the wall.

-Bradley's your husband?
-Ex-husband.

We ain't looking for him.

I don't understand.

We're looking for your other husband.

Former husband.

Drew's dead.

Well, you may be more
qualified to know that.

All we know for certain
is his body didn't hit that street in Corbin.

He may be dead some other way.

Have you been
in touch with Drew in the last 30 years?

Would you happen to have
any photos of him?

No.

Packed them all away.

They got lost in one of the moves.

Any reason to believe he could be alive?

If he is, some bad people
are looking for him.

First place they may come is here.

I see so much death around you.

Both of you.

Ma'am, we don't have time for this.

You're doing something later today,

something you know you shouldn't.

But you're gonna do it anyway.

He does something stupid every day.

Can you be a little more specific?

You're meeting someone, someone bad.

I meet bad people for a living.

This is personal.

Some... Weightlifter?

Fighter?

How'd you do that?

What?

I'm meeting Lindsey's ex-husband later.

-Lindsey has an ex-husband?
-Apparently.

-Where you meeting him?
-His gym.

What gym?

That boxing gym over on the east side.

Showflmés at 6:00 pm.

Are we all finished here?

What?

He circled twice before he pulled in.

Now he's just sitting there
with the motor off.

Who's sitting where?

Eve, you know that man?

I've never seen him before.

You got a room
in this house without windows?

-Half-bath.
-Go there.

It'll be all right.

Let's think hard about the next few seconds.

You want to live through them,

you need to keep your hands out to the
side and do everything slow.

You're Marshals Service, right?

Hell of a guess.

I'm FBI. I'm gonna
reach into the side of my coat for my creds.

Hear that, Tim? He's gonna reach in his coat.

Don't shoot him unless it seems appropriate.

Badges.

If I've seen one badge, I've seen a thousand.

You don't mind if we call the FBI,

make sure you didn't
get that out of a cereal box?

Knock yourselves out.

That what brought you out here,
change in an autopsy?

Opposed to what...
I just happened to pick this morning

to re-interview the widow of
a 30-year-dead fugitive?

Ms Munro!

Any chance while you're here, you'd tell us

what Drew Thompson was
a material witness to?

Ms Munro, false alarm.

-I would if I knew.
-No, you wouldn't.

No, I guess maybe I wouldn't.

I thought you told her to lock herself in.

Way to go, assholes.

It's bullshit, Art.

Just admit it.
You guys are hopeless without me.

She stayed put for 30 years.

We're supposed to assume she's gonna
choose today to go for the door?

A good investigator assumes nothing
but observes everything.

See, Art wouldn't let a little thing like

an armed man coming
towards the house distract him.

Well, maybe with a third set of eyes,

you could've kept an eye on the armed man
and the suburban grandmother.

She ain't a grandmother.

Yeah, I know, but it sounds funnier.

-Younger than you.
-Well, plus, she's got powers.

-Jesus.
-Some kind of a gift.

He wants to talk to you.

-Really?
-Yeah.

This is Mullen.

I don't think your boss likes us very much.

Barkley?

You're just saying that
because he tried to get the AUSA

to prosecute Givens
for bribery and conspiracy.

Really, I'm saying that
'cause he hung up on me

without saying goodbye. It was rude.

Guess the fact that your boys

couldn't hold onto that suburban
housewife... That's not so good.

They were doing fine until you showed up.

What's that mean?

Means we were handling it.

Yeah. Well, now we're handling it.

Hold on.

You said the only reason you were here is

'cause you had to follow up
when we changed the autopsy.

That's right. But now I'm here...

So I'll take it from here.

Oh, I see. So we do all the work,

and then you guys
just swoop in when it gets interesting.

How many guys you got out looking for her?

We're only interested in Thompson.

She said she didn't know
where he was, right?

Yeah. She also said
there were no windows in the half-bath.

Just because she's running
doesn't mean she's running to him.

What if she's not running?

-Meaning what?
-Well, why leave the car?

Same reason she left her phone...

Because she knew we'd track her?

Maybe.

Like I said... We'll take it from here.

The best thing you fellas can do...
Stay out of my way.

I'm telling you. Something ain't right.

Yeah?

Any problems?

Not so far.

-She say anything?
-I ain't even there yet.

Look, you know what happens
if we miss with Thompson, right?

Yeah. You die badly.

Not alone.

Your family, too?

Don't talk about my family.

Well, tell you what.

I'm-a make sure they go real fast, all right?

Unfortunately,
I can't promise you the same thing.

Call me as soon as you find anything.

Alone at last.

If I take this off and you scream,
I'm-a cut your tongue out.

You believe me?

Where's Drew?

I don't know.

Where's Drew?

I swear, until an hour ago,
I thought he was dead.

I swear. I swear.

Now, I'm-a give you one more chance,

and then I'm gonna
piss on that sock before I put it back.

How do I know
you won't just kill me after you find him?

You don't worry about
how long you gonna live.

You worry about how slow you gonna die.

Where is he?

What the hell's this?

Never mind that.
Where the hell have you been?

Wasn't aware I was supposed to keep you
apprised of my comings and goings.

-Mr Crowder?
-Yeah.

I'd still like to get him to a hospital.

I thought you said he was doing okay.

Well, under the circumstances,
he's doing remarkably.

Even if half his bites were dry,

the amount of time
it took for him to get treatment...

He should've been dead hours ago.

The fella who uses this locker...

Randall?

Everybody knows Randall.

I'm sure they do. But where is he?

Right after you left the last time,
he packed up all his shit.

He carried it out to his car.
Ain't seen him since.

Was he scared when he was leaving?

-How do you mean?
-I'm just kidding.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, it looks like bullshit.

Well, I'll check it out anyway,

-let you know if anything pans out.
-Barnes?

Should've known.

Should've known what?

That you were bullshitting when you said
you didn't get anything from the widow.

Just trying to keep from sharing the glory?

-He in there?
-Who?

Thompson. He in there?

Drew Thompson? I doubt it.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you're doing...
Looking for Thompson.

Because you got a tip?

I'm standing here, right?

From who?

I'm here on personal business.

Only people who knew I'd be here
is my partner and Eve Munro.

Are you following me?

I just told you I was sure you
were holding out on me, right?

And that's gonna hold
when we pull your phone records,

see who you've been speaking to?

Only way to help yourself now

is to tell us where your partners are
before they kill her.

You know how many times
I've been on your side of this conversation?

Then you know I'm shooting you straight.

No. No, no. Don't do that.

You'll notice the subject's weapon

is not in a position to threaten the officer.

You know what they do
to ex-lawmen in prison.

Then you get yourself some protection.

-My family...
-WITSEC.

You don't know these people.

I will if you tell me who they are.

Where's Eve Munro?

Tell my wife I'm sorry.

You raise that weapon any further,

I'm gonna shoot you in the leg.

How about if
I swing my weapon in your direction?

You still gonna risk a leg shot then?

Maybe.

You gonna risk looking your wife in the eye

while you get arraigned in a hospital bed?

Where's Eve Munro?

Hillview Motel.

Okay.

I bet you think you're pretty funny, huh?

Pretty smart?

Bullshit address,
make me look like an asshole, huh?

See, I don't give a shit what you do or what
you don't know any more.

I'm-a hurt you just to make myself feel good

about this whole thing.

You can promise me things.

You can beg for mercy.

Oh, yeah. I'm-a like that.

But it ain't gonna make a difference.

There ain't a damn thing
you can do to change

or stop what's about to happen to you.

You might as well
just lay back and try to enjoy yourself.

U.S. Marshals! Hands where I can see them!

Get them up! Right now!

Gentlemen, can we have
a few moments, please?

Ma'am, I am Chief Deputy Art Mullen.

The man who was holding you

was a Dem)“ hard case
named Mason Games,

and he worked for a man named Theo Tonin.

Can I assume you know who that is?

Might ring a bell.

Well, I'm not really all that concerned about

whether or not you know his name.

I'm really interested in how he knows you.

As I told your officers earlier...

Deputies.

As I told your deputies earlier...

Before you ran out the back?

I was abducted.

From the bathroom?

Ms Munro, this is how this is gonna go.

Soon as the medics say you're okay,
we're gonna send you home.

As long as we feel like you're cooperating,

we're gonna leave
somebody there to protect you.

And if you don't feel I'm cooperating?

Then we'll wish you good luck,
and we'll be on our way.

One night, after Johnny Carson,

I go and find Drew in the yard...

And he's burning all our photos.

I ask him, "What the hell?"

And he tells me
that the next day or the day after,

someone will be coming by
to say that he was dead and that...

As far as I was concerned, he would be.

So that's it?

He just said that
he was gonna be gone, and...

Never explained anything.

You didn't ask him any questions.

Of course I asked him questions.

All he'd say was,
not knowing was gonna keep me safe.

Well, that sounds like bullshit.

I mean, he obviously
witnessed something big enough

that made him want to fake his own death

and leave his whole life behind,

and you don't know shit about it?

Well, what if I tell you something now

that I didn't tell
the investigators 30 years ago?

It could be something you just forgot.

Or maybe it's something
you just picked up today,

when this Goines fella
was smashing you in the face.

-Psycho-plasm.
-Psychometry.

There you go.

Drew saw Theo Tonin
murder a government informant.

We've got to assume
Barnes told Theo everything we know.

He's gonna send an army after Drew.

-Getting a little stiff?
-A little bit.

Ms Munro, I'm gonna take you home.

I'm gonna station two men
out your front door,

two men out your back door, and two inside.

I think that'I| do the job.

Can I just ask one last question?

How did you know where to send him?

What? What do you mean?

I just said a boxing gym
over on the east side.

There are three over there.
How'd you know which one?

I told you. I have a gift.

Praise God in Jesus' name!

-Amen!
-Amen!

Praise God.

Church, I have a story to tell this evening.

Now, I was taught
that the reason we handle serpents

is because by protecting us
from their poison...

-He reveals his glory. Amen.
-Amen!

But, church, last night,
a devil entered this place.

And it was through these very
serpents that the Lord cast him out!

It was through these very serpents,

-that he sheltered me.
-Amen!

Church...

It seems only fitting
that just now, as I spoke of devils,

Boyd Crowder appeared in our midst,

for it was Boyd Crowder whose assassins
the Lord turned away last night.

I'd be more inclined to call them angels.

Blasphemy.

Dark angels sent here
to remind you that all men are human.

Well, you know, Mr Crowder,

I'd hoped that the bribe
you offered my sister last night

that she rejected would've been sufficient.

But it appears the Lord sees fit

to remind us of the persistence of evil.

This ain't a bribe, Billy.

It's a gift.

Well, as you well know, Mr Crowder,

this church no longer accepts donations.

Well, this gift ain't to the church.

It's to the congregation.

And it ain't money. It's knowledge.

Now, this here, in this box,

is a genuine canebrake rattler

pulled this very day from a rock crevice

alongside the Cumberland river,

which is how I know
your sister hadn't had a chance to milk it

like she has all these other snakes.

That's blasphemy!

Once again, Mr Crowder,

I am amazed at the ease
with which lies drip from your forked tongue.

Well, if I'm lying,
you won't mind taking a hold of this bad boy.

Mr Crowder,
these serpents are not props to us.

We take them up only when
the Lord moves us,

and then it's only in pursuit of his glory.

Well, how you think
that's gonna play with the flock, Billy, huh?

How say you, flock?

Now, there are those men
who choose to stay in the dark.

But there are some men
who choose to come out into the light.

And those men should be transparent.

All right, Mr Crowder.
I will indulge your sideshow.

"For it is not with words that I preach,

"but with a demonstration
of the spirit's power."

Amen!

You gonna have to tell him.

This is your last chance.

Billy. Don't.

Don't.

-No, it's not possible.
-Sure it is.

You just jam the fangs
right down on the funnel,

and you press right behind the eyes.

No, I... I would've known.

Billy, come here. Come here.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You weren't there when Daddy died.

You didn't have to listen to him scream

as the poison ate out his insides.

Well, I think we've seen all we needed to see.

You set that box down, Mr Crowder.

-Billy.
-Mr Crowder!

Billy!

You may have started this game,

but you do not get to say when it is over.

You know what, son?

I once stood where you're standing now,

mistaking my own hubris for God's touch.

That ain't religion, son.
That's called self-glorification.

Best you leave this one alone.

Put it down.

Billy, don't.

Don't do it, son.
You ain't got nothing to be ashamed of.

I will not heed the warning of an idolater.

Billy. Billy, don't!

Let go of me.

Please, Billy, no. God, no.

Yes. Come on.

Oh, yes. Oh, there it is.

Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!

The righteous man knows his only true
protection comes from the Lord!

Billy!

Billy! Billy!

Billy!

What's going on?

Billy...

Stay with me.

Please, stay with me. No.

Somebody please call an ambulance!

Somebody call an ambulance now!

You remember what
Michael Jordan said about weakness?

I remember when he dunked
on the tallest fella I ever saw.

His name was like "Micron" or something.

Man ute.

There you go. Yeah.

What's the chances
you name your boy "Minute"

and he ends up nearly 8 feet tall?

I left Joe.

Sorry to hear that. Seemed like a decent guy.

He is.

Is this where I'm supposed to ask

if you want to talk about it?

Thank God. I thought you were
gonna want to talk about it.

-So, did you find him?
-Find who?

Tim said you went there
looking for your girl's ex-husband.

Yeah. I saw him there this morning.

Told him he'd best
not be there when I get back.

You mean you told him to meet you
behind the bleachers after school?

Pretty much.

What?

I would've bet money he would be there.

Seemed like he couldn't wait.

Lindsey ain't here tonight?

Last I saw her,
she was headed up to wait for you.

That was a couple hours ago.

Guess she got tired of waiting.