Raylan remains separated from his infant daughter so he can work on the RICO case against Boyd Crowder, abducting crooked Federale Agular from Mexico where he is compelled to say that Dewey Crowe was a witness to Boyd's murder of Johnny and the others. Dewey has just been released from jail on a bad confession and a record of harassment from Raylan, who despite a petition to keep a thousand feet away attempts to coerce Dewey into turning on Boyd. Dewey claims ignorance and wanders Harlan until circumstances cause him to return to Boyd, apologizing and asking Boyd to trust him and bring him back in. When Raylan busts drug dealer Cyrus who had recently met with Boyd, Boyd employs Dewey to drive a truck (apparently using Hot Rod Dunham's old trick of towing a car with a bag of drugs in the trunk). Raylan decides to pull surveillance off Boyd to follow Dewey, who gets scared at a state police roadblock and drives off the road, Raylan realizing too late that Dewey was a decoy. Boyd uses the opportunity to rob the safety deposit boxes of a bank he'd cased earlier, but his crew are frustrated to find that the boxes do not contain cash as promised but a ledger and deeds. Raylan pressures a scared Ava to fulfill her obligations as an informant and produce actionable information on Boyd or be returned to prison. Ty Walker earns Raylan's suspicion by offering a suitcase of cash for Arlo's old house and farmland. At the end of the episode, Dewey reminisces with Boyd about Crowder's Commandos saying it was the happiest time of his life, but Boyd believes there's no future left in Harlan and those days are behind them. Boyd kills Dewey, saying that he couldn't trust Dewey any more, then in the final scene is shown contemplating a sleeping Ava.
[PREVIOUSLY_ON] Art: You're hit! Alison: [panting] No, i-it's not me. It's you. Tim: He lost a lot of blood. He went out in the ambulance. Hasn't opened his eyes since. Dewey: That's my heroin! Boyd: Dewey ... Dewey: Or you don't think I'll shoot?! I will shoot ... the way I shot Wade Messer! Raylan: We got you on tape, Dewey, talking heroin, big dreams. Dewey: You heard that? Raylan: About Messer, too. Raylan: You're saying you're going after Boyd Crowder? Vasquez: We're going after him under the rico statute. We're gonna bury him. Raylan: And you want me to help? Rachel: Before you go? Yeah. Katherine: You were lousy at running heroin, Boyd Crowder. But from what I'm told, you are really good at robbing banks. Raylan: I came here to go over the rules. How you make a call. How you record a conversation. Ava: How I send an emergency signal. What to do if I'm in danger. Yeah. Raylan: And you're clear? Ava: Mm-hmm. Raylan: Then we're good. Winona: Are you serious? This is ... is really happening? Raylan: Paperwork's been filed. Just as matter of routine approvals. I'll be there, all moved in, in a few weeks. God damn, she's beautiful. Oh, little lady, you're wide awake, aren't you? [baby cooing] Want mister turtle? [sighs] I'll tell you a secret. Your daddy is pretty tough, but he is no match for the graveyard shift. [cooing continues] [chuckles] Oh, Raylan, what in the world is worth missing this for? [loud music] [horns honking] [all conversing in Spanish, laughter] [scoffs] Raylan: Bourbon. Tequila. Aguilar: Hey, yanqui. If you're looking for the whorehouse, it's just around the corner, just past the Starbucks. [laughter] Raylan: I'm looking for a Federale named Aguilar. Don't suppose that's you? Aguilar: It depends. Raylan: On? Aguilar: What it is you want. Raylan: [exhales sharply] Never really developed a taste for tequila. Kind of hard to understand how you make a drink out of something like that ... sharp, inhospitable. Same reason I never understood the fascination with the artichoke. Aguilar: Who are you? D.E.A.? Raylan: Now, bourbon is easy to understand. Tastes like a warm summer day. Aguilar: Texas Ranger? Raylan: U.S. Marshals service. Just got a couple questions, I'll be on my way. Four weeks ago, you reported finding an abandoned truck in the desert with the bodies of some drug-running Americans. Aguilar: You read the report. I have nothing more to say. Raylan: Not looking to jam you up. Makes no difference to me if you hijacked the truck hoping to find some drugs, instead got a wagonload of dead gringos. Don't even care if a little money was exchanged. How you boys do things down here is none of my business. I just want to know about the other men in that desert, the ones that walked out alive. [billiard balls clack] Aguilar: [chuckles] You walk through that door, putting your hat on like you mean business, like god gave you a big set of swinging cojones. Look around you. This is Mexico, cabrón. And that star you wear don't mean sh1t. Now, a ranger badge ... ah, a ranger badge ... that means something. They bang it out of a 1948 Mexican silver coin. And [scoffs] you don't even have a gun, which is a good thing, or else I'd stick your yanqui ass in a Mexican prison where you can eat sh1t for all I care. You take that worthless star and get out of my city. Raylan: Thank you for the drink. I'll be in touch. Aguilar: [speaking Spanish] This is Mexico, cabrón! [speaks Spanish, knocks on table] [drunkenly singing in Spanish] [chuckles] [all conversing in Spanish] [laughs] [drunkenly singing in Spanish] [keys jangling] [dog barking in distance] [insects chirping] [grunting] [engine turns over] [tires squeal] [barking continues] [groaning, breathing heavily] Raylan: I told you I'd be in touch. [music] [car door closes] Welcome to the United States of America, chief. Around these parts, this star means something. [groans, spits] Raylan: Feel like talking? [dogs barking] [faucet squeaks] [tires screech] [gearshift clicks] Boyd: You want to smoke that sh1t, do it outside my truck. Joyce: And one more. [stamper clicks] Boyd: "I believe that banking institutions are a greater threat to our liberties than standing armies." Thomas Jefferson. [stamper clicks] Joyce: Right this way, Mr. Crowder. Would you like a private room, Mr. Crowder? Boyd: No, ma'am. I believe this will be a quick one. [door closes, lock engages] [keys jingle] The Pig: Excuse me! Can I please get some help? Boyd: I'll be fine. Joyce: Thank you, Mr. Crowder. The Pig: Thank you. Joyce: You're welcome. [briefcase clicks] The Pig: [in distance] I appreciate your help. [indistinct conversation in distance] [bottle spraying] [camera shutter clicking] [title theme] ♪ 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 ♪ [birds chirping] [bang in distance] [bed creaks] Ava: [sighs] [vehicle door closes] [sighs] [whirring] Boyd! [whirring stops] Where's Hollis? Boyd: [sighs] I let him go. Ava: Yet I hired him to do the job. Boyd: Well, Ava, I figure what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine, so I... thought I'd just do it myself. Besides, all that's left is to paint. I can get to that tomorrow. Ava: Then what? Boyd: You tell me. Ava: [sniffs] I got to wake up. Do you want a coke or a coffee? Boyd: Well, you got a cold beer? Ava: I do. Boyd: You got two? Ava: I just got out of bed. Boyd: I'm just trying to make you smile. Look, Ava, I know what you're going through. Being in prison ain't easy on anybody. [i]I mean, I have been there ... more than once. If you want to talk about it... I mean, hell, girl, if you want to talk about anything, really. Ava: Let me get you that beer. [bottles clinking] [cap clatters] [bottles clink] [cellphone vibrates] [SCENE_BREAK] [sighs] [telephone ringing] [knock on door] Mexico went well. Raylan: How'd you know? Rachel: You seem happy. You never seem happy. Raylan: What are you talking about? I'm always happy. Rachel: You found the federale? Raylan: Found him, had a very fruitful conversation, and in return, I set him up with some nice accommodations in the El Paso lockup so he doesn't disappear. He gave me a witness who was with Boyd when Johnny Crowder and the rest were killed. We get his testimony, Boyd's looking at murder one. Make that the centerpiece of your RICO case. Rachel: Who's the witness? Dewey Crowe. Vasquez: Dewey Crowe? Dewey Crowe. Rachel: Should I tell him, or you? Vasquez: Dewey Crowe is being released. Raylan: That's unfortunate. Vasquez: Charges didn't stick. Rachel: His confession to killing Messer ... he said he was just joking. He also says that he took the heroin just to keep it off the streets. Vasquez: You know, doing his civic duty. Raylan: Call Reardon. Get him to block the release. Rachel: It's not that simple. Raylan: Why not? Vasquez: Because of your history with Mr. Crowe, Raylan. I'm sure you remember the federal government awarding him 300 grand a couple months back, tacitly admitting harassment by the Marshals service, in the person of Raylan Givens. Rachel: To which his lawyer believes his current detention bears more than a passing resemblance. Vasquez: Bottom line is, Dewey Crowe's getting out in about three hours. Raylan: Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing. Yeah. Screw it. Let's not even fight it. We'll give him some rope. Dewey's gonna screw up again. When he does, I'll be there. Vasquez: Except lawyers being lawyers, she's petitioned that you stay 1,000 feet away from him. Raylan: Now I got to keep my distance? Rachel: Pretty much. Raylan: But we get Dewey, we get Boyd. That is why I'm here. Vasquez: Yes. Officially, my boss is not gonna let me let you violate Dewey Crowe's civil rights. So... what are you gonna do? [indistinct speaking over intercom] [door buzzes] Man: You're off the chain, man. Good luck. Guard: Keep moving. [gate buzzes] Dewey: [sighs] Thank you, Jesus. Raylan: ¿cómo está, Dewey? [bird squawking] Dewey: Christ... Raylan? Raylan: How's it going, amigo? Dewey: We ain't amigos. Raylan: Oh, so, you speak a little Spanish. That must have come in handy down in Mexico. I got no idea what you're talking about. Raylan: Federale named Aguilar who says different. Dewey: Hey, my lawyer told me you come within 1,000 feet, that's harassment. Raylan: You best back up. Dewey: They got cameras all over. His description fits you to a "T" ... Nazi tattoo, funny hair, stupid-looking. Dewey: That could be 10,000 people. How am I supposed to read that? It's in Mexican. Raylan: Oh, then you just have to take my word for it. Mexican government wants to extradite you back to Nuevo Laredo, put you on trial for the murder of Johnny Crowder and a truckload of others. Well, I ain't never been to Mexico in my life. Raylan: That's not what's in question, Dewey. I didn't kill Johnny Crowder. Well, then tell me who did. Maybe I can help you out. Yeah, I ain't a rat. And like I said, I wasn't even there. Raylan: Then you got yourself a problem. I can give you maybe a week to jog your memory, and then it's off to a Mexican jail. And we both know that's a world away from titties and tequila. Yeah, I'm done talking. I got a bus to catch. Raylan: You're a card in fate's right hand. Don't you see how it's gonna play out? What the hell does that mean? Raylan: It means you need to be smart. What I need... is a $6 blow job. A smarter move, I cannot imagine. [sighs] [bird squawking] [insects chirping] [music] [dog barking] Dewey: Oh, you're kidding me, man. Goddamn government seizure? [bird squawks] [indistinct conversations] Mina: Get you something? Dewey: Teena? Mina: Mina, Dewey. And it's, uh, back to Abigail. Dewey: What the hell happened? Mina: When Audry's closed down, put me at the crossroads. I didn't know which way to go. The next day, God sent me a sign ... "now hiring." Dewey: What happened to Mina? I mean Teena ... or whatever the hell. Mina: I don't know. She wasn't my sister, exactly. Dewey: It was nice when you played like you were, though. Huh? [chuckles] Mina: You want something Dewey? On me. Dewey: Ooh, hey. [chuckles] What you got in mind? Mina: Um, how about the twofer plus two? It's two pancakes and two eggs with either two slices of bacon or a couple of links. Dewey: W... [chuckles] Any chance I can maybe jam one last bone in you? Reggie: He bothering you? [sighs] I'm okay, baby. Dewey: Didn't I knock him out? Well, look at you. Got your freedom, and then ... bam! ... New job, new man, whole new deal. Mina: Not like I thought about it too hard. Just kind of happened, like fate or something. Dewey: Nah, you saw a sign. Well, I'll be damned. Don't you get it? Don't you see? You lost it, I found it, and then I found you. It's my sign. Mina: Okay. Well, I got to get back to it. How about that twofer? Dewey: No, no. I'm good. But thank you. Thank you! Mina: Anytime! [birds squawking] [wind chimes jingle] Boyd: You look pretty. Early day. Where you off to? Ava: Tammy Lee took me back at the beauty salon, gave me the morning slot. - I didn't know you were working. Ava: First day back. Needed a reason to get dressed before 4:00 in the afternoon. Boyd: [chuckles] Ava, there's something we need to talk about. Tammy Lee's waiting. Boyd: It won't take but a minute. [clears throat] While you were locked up, I-I-I had some time to think, time to look around. Harlan's dying. Mines mostly shut down, stores closed or closing, no money, no work ... not ... not worth having ... no ... no offense. People are giving up, selling what they got, and moving on. But if there's a chance for us, Ava, it's not here. Now, i-i-if I were to come into a good sum... soon... [sighs] would you come away with me? Ava: What are you talking about? Come away where? Boyd: Costa Rica, Brazil, maybe ... someplace they got white sand and blue water. Ava: No. I don't want to hear this. How ... How much money you comin' into, Boyd? I don't want to hear this. Boyd: I-I ain't talking about running from trouble, Ava. Ain't gonna be no trouble. I'm talking about leaving Harlan, escaping. Ava: This is our home, Boyd, the home that we're fixing up. And you want to leave? Boyd: If we stay in this ghost town, Ava, together or otherwise, how long you think it's gonna be before we turn into ghosts ourselves? Ava: Oh, you saying that like we ain't dead already. I gotta go to work. All right. I will be back in a jiff. [hair dryer whirs] [sighs] [birds squawking] Raylan: [sniffs] Ava: What the hell, Raylan? What are you doing here? Raylan: Come to see you. What are you thinking? I mean, are you sh1tting me? I work here! Yeah. Few days now. That's good. Good place to meet. You can't do this. You can't sneak up on me like this. Raylan: First off, I didn't sneak up. Second, yes, I can. Ava: What if Boyd came? What would you do then? Raylan: Boyd would not be caught dead near a beauty parlor, though I bet he's thrilled you get 10% off his hair spray. Ava: Funny. Raylan: I use a paste. Ava: [chuckles] I don't think I can do this. Raylan: What you need to do is contact me... particularly when I reach out again and again and I don't hear from you. That way, there are no surprises. Ava: Fine. Raylan: [inhales sharply] Sit down. [both sigh] Ava: I'm afraid to look him in the eye, say good morning the wrong way, give him cause to put a hole through my head. Raylan: Why would he have any reason to do such a thing? Ava: I don't know. Do I have to know? I mean, can't I just have a feeling? Raylan: How's he acting? Doing anything different ... making changes, talking about buying a new car, boat, making big plans? He bought a $300 tow truck. Raylan: There you go. How's that for a plan? Raylan: Could be something. Ava: [chuckles] He could fix it up, sell it. Yeah. It'd be a $20 profit. [sighs] Raylan: Okay. The reason I'm here ... Dewey's out of prison. He's gonna come and see Boyd. I want you to keep an eye on him. Ava: Fine. Is that all? Raylan: That's all. That, and be cool. We're setting up a command post at Arlo's. You need anything, I'm that close. Boyd: Hey! Where the hell is everybody? Carl: Yeah. Back here. Boyd: Well, what's going on? Earl and the Pig went to eat. Boyd: They did what?! They said they'd be quick. Boyd: Well, call them and tell them to get back here ... and to bring me something. I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass out of a low-flying duck. Why you still standing there like that? Carl: Found him outside, grabbed him up. Dewey: It's good to see you again, Boyd. I was hoping we could talk. Hey! Boyd: Frisk him. Dewey: Boyd! I come in peace. [Dewey thuds] He's clean. Boyd: How did you get here? Dewey: What do you mean? Boyd: How did you get here? Dewey: I-I walked. Boyd: From prison? Dewey: The pancake house. I left the pen yesterday by bus. I-I came partway in, and then I hot-wired a car. Boyd: What kind of car? Dewey: I don't know. The one with the horse. Toyota? Boyd: Ford Mustang. You lying to me. I ain't lying. Boyd: Cassette player or CD? Dewey: Cassette. Boyd: Any of them lying around? Dewey: ARS live, man, "Champagne jam." Boyd: I love that record. Dewey: Me, too. W-why you asking all these questions, Boyd? I-I know I didn't l-leave you on good terms. Boyd: That is correct. Robbing me at gunpoint was not on good terms. Dewey: Yeah, and I'm sorry about that, Boyd. I'm real sorry. But... I found this. This is the only link I have with family, Boyd. I gave it to someone special, and the bitch lost it. But now it's found. That's a powerful sign, Boyd. My turtle dog come back to me, and I come back to you. See? Now, I gotta talk to you about something. Only thing that matters is what I... want to talk about, Dewey. Now, I want to know exactly why you're not sitting in a prison cell as we speak. I was there, Dewey. I heard you say you killed Wade Messer. Now, all of a sudden, you're here, sitting in my bar. Dewey: They can't touch a hair on Dewey Crowe's head, else it's harassment, on account of the civil suit that I won against the federals, particularly Raylan Givens. Boyd: Well, what do you want? Dewey: I just want back in, Boyd. I just want you to trust me again. Carl. Carl: Come on. [SCENE_BREAK] [birds chirping] [gearshift clicks] Tim: Tow truck? Tow truck. Tim: Wasn't Crowder involved running drugs in a tow truck? Raylan: Like hot rod Dunham before him. Tim: Well, if he's still in the drug-running business, might explain this. That's Cyrus Boone, known dealer in Harlan. I got those about... 36 hours ago. Raylan: Maybe we should pay Cyrus a visit. Tim: This a friend of yours? [music] Raylan: Never seen him before in my life. Walker: Hey! Good morning! Raylan: Where you from? Walker: Maryland. Raylan: Way it works hereabouts, a man comes onto another man's land with no seeming purpose, that man might be taken as a trespasser, might get himself shot. Walker: Just assessing the land, devising a number, unless I misread the sign on the road ... "for sale by owner." You are the owner? Raylan: De facto. Walker: You might want to reconsider before threatening a potential buyer. House has been on the market for some time. Is that because you can't let it go or because it's stuck in a bad market? You don't strike me as the sentimental type. I'm gonna go with bad market. But I am prepared to pay your full asking price in cash... today. Raylan: And by "today," you mean "immediately." Walker: Indeed. [briefcase clicks] Raylan: Forgive me if I ain't the run-of-the-mill tater tot whose eyes go all pinwheels at a stack of stolen money. Walker: Stolen? I am offended, sir. Raylan: You don't even want to come up and see the house. I can see it fine from here. But it does have... uh, curb appeal, my daddy pretty much having let it go to ruin, but it does have history. My kin moved to this land from Miller's Creek in 1903. A lot of them gave their lives to hold on to it, a couple of them buried right up there by the house. Walker: I stand corrected. You are the sentimental type. Alas, all things must pass. What do you say, friend? Isn't it time to sell? Raylan: It is time to sell, but not to you. Walker: You have second thoughts, you'll have no trouble finding me. Raylan: You have no idea. [car door opens and closes] [engine turns over] Tim: What's the call on Cyrus? [knock on door] [dog barking in distance] Cyrus: [groans] Crackpot: Yo, man. You hook me up? Cyrus: Damn, Crackpot. What, you on the fast train? I just saw you yesterday! Crackpot: So? Cyrus: "So?" So, if you're O.D., it's gonna be your own goddamn fault. You hear me? Don't be goose-necking in here. Come on. [door hinges creak] [scoffs] Tim: You understand? Cyrus: sh1t. Yeah. Yeah. I understand. I'm cool! [music] [door closes] [shovel clangs] Raylan: Halt! U.S. Marshals. Boyd: What? No Cyrus. Boyd: What does that mean? He was abducted by aliens? Carl: He wasn't answering his phone. Earl just got back. The house is empty. I don't like it, Boyd. What are we doing? Are we really doing this thing? Boyd: Yeah. Carl: Why? Boyd: Because. Any more questions? Carl: Yeah. How we gonna get away with this with the feds up our ass? We needed Cyrus. Dewey: 8 ball, side pocket. Boyd: You want back in? I got a job that needs doing. Dewey: Anything you say, Boyd... anything. Hell, yeah. Raylan: See that? Good things happen to those who wait for stupid. Tim: I believe that was in the Sermon on the mount. Raylan: We get Dewey transporting, we get our leverage back. Tim: He tells a judge about Crowder-on-Crowder crime. Raylan: You want to follow Crowder or Crowe? Tim: [sighs] Your call. Raylan: Let's go after Dewey. [music] You know, he once told me he worked at Disney World dressed as Goofy ... in a water-skiing show. Tim: Well, some guys just peak too early. [music] [brakes squeal] [engine sputters] Dewey: sh1t, sh1t, sh1t, sh1t. [gearshift clicks] [music] [brakes squeal] Raylan: Want to hang back, let KSP do their thing? Tim: Yeah. Why not? Dewey: How you doing there? Laplante: Do you mind steppin' out of your vehicle? Dewey: I do. Laplante: We need to search your vehicle. Dewey: What, this vehicle? Laplante: License and registration, please. Dewey: Not today, friend. Laplante: What? Dewey: Oh, they didn't tell you who I am? I am Dewey goddamn Crowe, and I'm gonna keep on driving Sso I can save the state of Kentucky and the government of the United States of America another $300,000 for harassment, "nelgigence," and general "mal-fee-essence." So, have a nice day and kiss my ass. Tim: sh1t. [engine revs] [gunshots] [tires screech] [horn blaring] [music] [tires screeching] [crashing] [music stops playing] [birds squawking] Raylan: You all right, Dewey? Dewey: Raylan? Tim: 1,000 feet? Raylan: I'm pretty sure that's just a figure of speech. Are you okay? Dewey: I'm fine. Raylan: Good. Now get your ass out of that truck. Dewey: No. You can't touch me. I'm teflon. [trunk opens] Raylan: I'll only ask once. I'm gonna help you out of your vehicle. You understand? Dewey: What I understand is my constitutional ... Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, you broke my jaw! Goddamn! You broke my jaw! What'd you have to do that for?! Tim: What's in the bag? Dewey: What bag? Tim: That bag, dipshit. Dewey: I've never seen that bag before in my life. Raylan: Dewey, you're in a world of sh1t. First, you're facing extradition to Mexico. Second ... Tim: Second, whatever we find in this bag, that's on you. Raylan: If we find drugs in that bag, what do we call that? Tim: Transportation and distribution of illegal substances. Raylan: That don't look good on a résumé. Tim: No it does not. [sirens wailing] Raylan: How many years would he be in for that? Tim: Well, he's not a first-time offender. Raylan: No. Tim: It's got to be at least 7 to 10. Raylan: Depends on the judge. Could be more. Tim: Uh-huh. [tires screech] Maybe just let KSP handle this. Tim: Maybe. Raylan: Dewey, you think Boyd gives a sh1t about you? Dewey: Boyd gives a big sh1t about me. Raylan: Open the bag. Dewey: I heard you the first time. Where is it? Tim: Where is what? Dewey: I don't know, but whatever it is, it ain't here. Raylan: [inhales sharply] Which bank did you say you saw Boyd in? Tim: First River. Boyd: Let's do this. [engine revs] [tires squeal] [music] [brakes squeal] [gun cocks] Carl: Lick the floor! [gun cocks] I said now! [gunshot] [all scream] I said down! That means you, too, Dolly Parton. [gasps] [whimpering] Please... Carl: All right, everybody, keep your head down and your mouth shut! This will all be over in a minute! Nobody gets hurt! The Pig: Got it? Boyd: Got it. Let's do it. [static hisses] [walkie-talkie chirps] [tires screech] [tires squeal] [indistinct conversations] [brakes squeal] [vehicle doors open] [police radio chatter] Tim: Yeah, let's follow Dewey. Yeah. Good call, Gutterson. [insects chirping] Ava: You reached out. Here I am. See? I can listen. Raylan: Why just the security-deposit boxes? Ava: What's that, a riddle? Come on, Raylan. It's late, and I'm cold. Was it Boyd's idea to send me after the truck, or was that you? Ava: I don't ... I don't know what we're talking about. We're talking about the bank job Boyd pulled off this afternoon. Ava: First I heard of it. That's gonna be your line? Ava: It's the truth. If it ain't, you're going back to prison. Worse, you'll be a suspect. Ava: Suspect? Worse, you'll be a suspect. Ava: Suspect? Raylan: Yeah. Criminal co-conspirator. You'll be looking at Boyd's charges, plus a few of your own. If someone gets killed, that's on you, too. Ava: Jesus, Raylan, I'm not lying. I'm prone to believe you. The problem is, if you didn't know about it, then you're of no use to us, in which case, you're going back to prison. You understand your dilemma? Ava: [exhales sharply] Ava, am I being clear? Ava: Yes, Raylan, crystal clear! I'm just having a nervous collapse here, is all. Raylan: You don't have that luxury. You need to pull yourself together and do the job. Ava: So, I should just start asking probing questions like I'm curious, like ... like it ain't about anything particular? Hell, I was in "Brigadoon" in seventh grade. [chuckles] I guess I can act. Ava, I know you. Ava: [sighs] You knew me then. What do you know now? Raylan: Then, now ... it's the same. It's the same. You remember the day I came back to Harlan? Ava: Hardly. I recall it well. You opened your screen door, kissed me, and invited me in, then showed me a bloodstain on your dining-room carpet. Ava: Bowman. Christ, that was a long time ago. Raylan: You recall the days leading up to it? Ava: [sighs] It was clear to me. I knew I would shoot him. I'd had enough. And I just had to see it through. Raylan: You made him dinner, a whole spread ... his favorites, if I recall. Ava: He was delighted. Raylan: He had no sense of your intention. Ava: He never saw it coming... because he believed me... [gasps] because I acted like everything was the way it always was. Raylan: Because he had never suspected otherwise. Ava: No, he did not. Raylan: See? I know you, Ava. I know you can do this. So you damn well better. [tapping on metal] Boyd: [grunts] [crowbar clangs] Carl: What the hell, Boyd? What is this? Paperwork? Goddamn notebook? Boyd: Looks like a ledger, some deeds. The Pig: We got the wrong box. No, we got the right box. Carl: This isn't money. Where's all the money?! [sighs] [scoffs] Art: Well, you're lucky. Leslie's not supposed to let people in here that might upset me. Raylan: Sorry. I should have come a week ago. Art: Me who's sorry. All this sh1t. [glasses thud] Slipping in my old age. Raylan: He didn't get you 'cause you're slipping, Art. I brought you something. Art: [chuckles] I don't suppose that's doctor recommend. Raylan: Civil war doctor, maybe. You want to abstain, I'll drink in your honor. Art: Just waft the fumes in my direction. Raylan: To your speedy recovery. Art: So, how's it going? Willa has been baptized a catholic. [liquid pours] Art: Mm. That grandma's idea? Raylan: She fears for her immortal soul. Art: Well, do you blame her? Kid's got half your DNA. How's work? Raylan: Going after Boyd Crowder ... at a snail's pace, I might add, so not to spook him. Art: That explains why you haven't scooted down to see your papist daughter. Raylan: Big deal now ... RICO case, all eyes watching. Got to be neat and tidy, by the book. Art: Not how you'd like it done. Doubt that's how we'll get him. Art: Your C.I. in the Crowder camp isn't some help? Yeah. I know more than I let on. And, no, I would not have green-lit Ava Crowder as said C.I., nor you as her handler. But I'm not in charge at the moment, may not be again, don't know why I'm even interested, except out of sheer damn boredom. Cheers. Art: Well, I know you didn't come here just to check on my condition and jeopardize my convalescence with some high-class bourbon. Raylan: Remind me why I'm gonna be patient. Art: Not back him into a corner and force him to draw? Plug him face-to-face. Art: Get'r done quick. Plug him face-to-face. Art: Get'r done quick. Save us all a big headache. Make the world a better place for a little while. Yeah, you could kill Boyd, then you'd be headed down to Florida without a star and a gun. And you might be seeing your daughter through the glass on visitation days at the penitentiary. Or, Raylan, there's another way it goes, where you try and you fail and the bullet finds you. Raylan: Unlikely. Art: I know you think so, but if you'll allow me ... you get to be my age, do the job as long as you do... sometimes it just doesn't go your way. Dewey: Y-you tell him I got to see him! Carl: All right. Dewey: You tell him it's Dewey Crowe! Carl: All right! [clears throat] It's Dewey Crowe. Dewey: What the hell, Boyd?! Boyd: What the hell, what? Dewey: You set me up! Boyd: How you figure that? Dewey: The staties and the feds were waiting for me. They knew I was coming before they even saw me. Boyd: You said you wanted back in, so I gave you a job. You told me what was in that bag was important! Boyd: I told you that the job was important. Dewey: What, carrying your underpants? Boyd: Well, it hadn't have been underpants, your sorry ass would be sitting in jail right now. What in the hell happened to your face? Dewey: Raylan broke my jaw. Why? Dewey: I don't know why! But I'm ... I'm tired of it! [breathing heavily] I'm tired of it. You my friend, Boyd? Yeah, I'm your friend. Dewey: I got to talk to you, Boyd... about ... [inhales deeply] Mexico, and I-I... and I-I-I don't know. I just ... I'm tired. [sighs] Boyd: What do you want, Dewey? Dewey: [voice breaking] I want to go back. I want it to be like it used to be at the church, when we was Crowder's commandos. You, me, and Devil. Dewey: Yes! And the Pork brothers, giving me no end of sh1t. [chuckles] The music cranked so loud that we almost blew the roof off that old church. Boyd: [chuckles] Dewey: Bombing around in my Cadillac and making war plans and drinking 'shine. Why can't it be like that again, Boyd? Boyd: Those were simple days, good days. Weren't they? They were good days. They were. [exhales sharply] Boyd: Carl, go out front and pour me and Dewey a couple glasses, would you? Come on over here. Have a seat. Dewey, I'm gonna tell you something in confidence. It's all coming to an end. Dewey: What do you mean? Boyd: Well, look around you. Whatever it was we was hoping for ... those days have long since passed. Now, I ... I ain't saying I'm giving up, but I am saying I never thought that it would be this hard. It seems like maybe those good days are gone forever. Dewey: I don't know, man. I feel like ... I feel like we can make it like it was before. Boyd: Hmm. I want to show you something. You see that man right there? That's my Granddaddy. Fella next to him is my Great Uncle, with all their Union brothers. Now, Harlan county was a boomtown then. Those men saw hard, bitter times, Dewey Crowe, but they also saw a future. Now, you look closely, you can see it in their eyes. Go on. Take a look. Dewey: [sniffles] Can't even see their eyes. [gunshot, body thuds] Carl: Boyd! [footsteps approach] Whew. You, uh, think he was a ... a rat for the federals? Boyd: I think I couldn't trust him anymore. Now, they'll follow me, no doubt, but you be sure. You wait 20 minutes after I leave. Then you roll him up in a carpet, and you make him disappear. [dog barking in distance] [music]
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