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NARRATOR: Previously on
Justified“.

What's our play?

Walker is burned.

MARKHAM: He's a rogue element.

(GROANS)

MARKHAM:
Ain't nothing for him now.

It almost looks like somebody
out the boards away.

God damn, son, you got
one hell of an eye.

Aah!

You think that I was the rat?

It was why I got out of here.

Figured I was next.

You've thought that
all these years.

Why the hell would you
want to marry me?

I've made my peace with it.

Were you the snitch?
Of course not.

Well, somebody was.

And what better way to get you
thinking it can't have been him

than to say
he thinks it was you?

So, how about you come out,

say what it is you got to say?

I'm a snitch.

I'm a CI for Raylan.

I understand what you
did, why you did it.

I still love you.

(VOICE BREAKING)
I love you, too, Boyd.

I'm saying I love you,

and if you want it,

I want you by my side
raising our daughter.

We gonna do this, then?

I don't see how we don't try.

What do you give us?
50/50 shot?

51/49.

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(TOILET FLUSHES)

Ripped By mstoll

Sorry, Boyd. I would've
called you sooner, but...

Where is he?

He's down in the mine.

Not The Pig.
Where's Zachariah?

That's what I mean...
He's down in the mine.

I thought you said
he'd stopped working.

He did.

Said to send you down
as soon as you got here.

He wants to show you
how it happened.

It's a damn shame about The Pig.

He was a good man.
Yeah.

Earl, I want you
to get Ava home,

and I don't want you to let
her out of your sight.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Come over here.

Look, I'll be there soon.

Meantime,
you start looking around,

see what it is you
want to take with you.

All this is over.

I supposed to pack
anything for you?

We got the money.
I'll have you.

Everything else, I can replace.

Boyd.

You still have my phone.

This is our only
pipeline to Raylan.

We got to use it wisely and
in concert with each other.

You trust me?

You trust me?

(INHALES DEEPLY)
Yes.

Earl.

Carl.

Do you wish to exhume
all the plots?

Just the two, my parents.

And how long ago
were they interred?

Her 2000, him last year.

And how about the manner
in which they were buried?

I wasn't around,
but I guarantee you

he put her in the cheapest
piece of shit available.

Likely an unvaulted
wooden casket.

Mmm-hmm.
And him?

I put him in the cheapest
piece of shit available.

A word of caution, if I may.

What you're moving
is not your mother's remains.

It is the idea of her remains.

You well may be digging
up nothing but dirt.

Then dig up the dirt.

Very well.

The process can be
labor-intensive.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES) We will
supervise all the work,

handle the state
and municipal permits

and all the transportation.

Okay.

Now, you mentioned
the new location

is the town cemetery.

Just for her.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Uh, and your father's
final resting place?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Whatever works for you.

Uh, well, it's
entirely up to you.

Potter's field?

What happened to your lawn?

Did I interrupt
a goat sacrifice?

Tim. What's up?

Oh, leads on Walker's movements

are coming from
conflicting sources.

I petitioned Rachel
I come back down,

regroup the teams,
re-evaluate the leads.

Dude, what happened
to your lawn?

All right, so you're
gonna work out here?

Good. You can watch
the place while I'm gone.

Oh, you're heading out?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, be a peach and run down
an eyewitness out in London.

Saw a suspicious
character on her lawn.

I ain't working the manhunt.

Your 24 hours on the
fainting couch are done.

I'm back to work. I just
ain't looking for Walker.

This have anything
to do with him?

No, a lead I came
up with on my own.

Unrelated to the Walker thing?

Zachariah Randolph.

Let me guess, local boy.

How come no one down here's
ever named Steve or Justin?

Ava's kin,

her maiden name being Randolph.

Practical question...

When can I tell
Acting Chief Brooks

to expect you back
on job number one?

Getting Boyd Crowder
is job number one.

The way he said it, you know?

Like last time I didn't do
a good job or something.

Honestly, Earl,

Boyd's got bigger
things on his mind

than to be angry at you.

I promise.

You locked the door.

I suppose it's just the
three of us, then.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ 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 ♪

Hey, there, Boyd.

Sorry about your man.

I don't give a shit
about that man.

How much?

What's that?

How much you trying to shake
me down for, Zachariah?

What the hell?

You think I'm quitting
'cause I want more money?

I'm quitting 'cause
it's too goddamn dangerous.

Why I paid you $10,000 to do it.

A man died, Boyd.

A man you ain't known
a goddamn week!

Well, I can see you're
really torn up about it.

Real leader of men, ain't ya?

It ain't the first man I've
lost doing a job, Zachariah,

and the job ain't over yet.

Now, how much?

(CHUCKLES SOFTY)

Another 10 grand ought to do it.

I'll give you 5.

And you and Carl got two days

to get to the bottom
of that vault.

Might want to switch to dynamite
sooner than we planned.

That gonna cost me extra?

Yeah. Gratis.

(SCOFFS)

WALKER: Now take
another loop around.

Now tuck it under.

Tie it off.

You're gonna be tempted
to leave that loose

so as to allow a valiant escape.

You best perish that thought.

(SIGHS) You got any duct tape?

(SIGHS)

Got some over here.

No, you don't.

That's where you had
that nickel 9-milly.

I also moved the shotgun you had
in that cupboard over there,

in case that was the next place

you wanted to say
the duct tape was.

In that case,

guess I don't have any duct tape, Mr.
Walker.

Now, before you make
the risky decision

to go for any other hidden gun

I might have missed

or to try for your drawers

in the hopes that I failed
to secure your cutlery,

you should know this...

I'm not here to hurt you.

Okay.
Or Boyd, either.

You don't believe me.
I get that.

I'll explain why you should

while we await Boyd's return.

But first...

I need you to stitch me up.

(CHUCKLES) Ugh.

RAYLAN: Zachariah Randolph?

I am.

Raylan Givens.

Dog hole mine, 1990?

Joseph's valley.

Joseph's valley...
Long time ago.

(CHUCKLES)

You remember a digger
named Boyd Crowder?

You Arlo Givens' boy, ain't you?

I am.

What line of work
you in these days?

Now, look here, sonny.

I didn't have no dealings
with your daddy,

and, all due respect
to your time on the earth,

I don't want no dealings
with you, neither.

Yeah. Most people don't.

What you got
in that crate there?

Eh... It ain't none
of your affairs.

Man of principle?

"Dishonest man spreadeth
strife," sayeth the lord.

(CHUCKLES)
What's your rate?

What's that?
You're a whore.

What do you charge?
I'm just curious.

Now, look, I don't
care who you are

or what past we share.

You just go on, get out of here.

I know Boyd's paying you.

I open that crate,
am I gonna find out what for?

Maybe what I'm doing
ain't about money.

It's always about money.

Jesus Christ, the one thing
every shit-apple redneck

is guaranteed to take
with both hands

and left foot is money.

Maybe you in
for a little surprise.

Maybe this ain't
what you think it is.

Maybe it all ain't gonna turn
out the way you think it will.

(CHUCKLES)

Move.

You gonna have to move me.
(GRUNTS)

God damn you!

(GRUNTS)

Damn it.

(GROANING WEAKLY)

You had enough?

Yeah.

You Okay?

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Got me pretty good.

Well, I still got some scrap.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I guess this is the end
of the line, ain't it?

I ain't gonna take you in.

Thank you.

Don't.

You're in deep shit either way.

Where's Wynn?

Oh, he'll be right out.

He spilled guacamole
on his shirt.

9:30 in the morning?

He loves guac.

Is there any ice?

Mikey, when was the last time
you went to the dry cleaners?

I don't have
a single clean shirt

that goes with these pants.

Thought I went Tuesday.
Well...

I don't have a lot of time.

I'm playing tennis with my
shithead sister-in-law.

It'll be the fall of Saigon
if I'm late.

Where do you play? We should
play doubles sometime.

I dated a tennis pro
for a while.

I'll go to the cleaners.

You want proof
Markham's the rat?

This is it?

Do you remember a gentleman
by the name of Gordon Keith?

Maybe.

Uh... beard,

wouldn't shut up
about Lee Harvey Oswald?

That's the one.

Yeah, kind of wheels-off,
if I remember.

If you read that file,
you may also remember

his weapon of choice
is a shotgun.

Simon Poole.

The US Attorney, yes...
Shotgunned in the street.

Yeah, the feds keep
trying to put that one on me.

The world's an unjust
place, Katherine.

All right, so this
indicts Avery how?

I'm getting to that.

Two days after your husband
was put in lockup,

the aforementioned Gordon
Keith was picked up

for shoplifting
a bottle of vodka.

I happen to know Gordon
Keith is not a vodka man.

Two days after Gordon's arrest,

your husband is
found dead in his cell.

Then, and only then,

does Gordon Keith make bail.

Wynn, didn't Gordon
Keith work for you?

He worked with me. He
worked for Avery Markham.

And now?

And now...
Well, now he's dead.

Convenient.
Occupational hazard.

Well, I will read the file.

Hope it carries more weight
than that rock on your finger.

Mmm.

You know, Avery's getting
sick of this mess in Harlan.

His men all dead, the place
crawling with marshals now.

I was unable to reach
Boyd last night,

but when last we spoke,

he was well aware of the
urgency of the situation.

Yeah.

Then again, if he
doesn't get it in time,

maybe it's not
the end of the world.

Oh?
I marry Avery,

we take his money
a year from now,

two years from now...
It doesn't really matter.

I'll have access to his
entire bank account.

Seems like I'm a third
wheel in that scenario.

(SIGHS)

I wouldn't be too anxious, Wynn.

I'm just thinking out loud.

WALKER:
You think Boyd'll go for it?

You're gonna have
to wait and ask Boyd.

If he doesn't,

there's no reason you and I couldn't
go through with it ourselves.

(SCOFFS)

Maybe Earl could help out.

You be up for that, Earl?

Aah!
Aah!

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Oh, m...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, my.

(CHUCKLES)

That was interesting.

Earl's pitiful life
passed before his eyes.

Didn't it, Earl?

All right, let's get back to it.

And this time, as discussed,
please place the sutures

a full quarter inch
from the edge of the wound.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

All right.

(KEYS JINGLE)

Ava?

Where you at, girl?

Boyd, you put it down.

I just came to talk.

If I wanted to hurt you, I would've
done it already, don't you think?

I gave up guessing

why people do what they
do a long time ago.

Only way you're
gonna get this gun

out of my hand is with a bullet.

Are you really here to talk?

Why don't you put it down?

Here. All right.

Boyd.
Boyd, hold on.

(GRUNTS)

You come into my house, put
your hands on my fiancée?

I'm fine. Boyd, he's
telling the truth.

Markham cut him loose.
Good!

Then nobody'll give a shit

when they find his rotten corpse

at the bottom of a mine shaft.

Wait!
AVA: Boyd, wait!

He knows the combination
to the vault.

My men are either dead
or in the wind...

Every one of them.

Maybe the old man's there,
maybe he's not,

but he's one man.

He'll bring someone else in,

but he hasn't had time
to do it yet.

That vault is
completely unguarded.

You don't think he's changed
the combination by now?

Ah, there's not a
smith in this state

skilled enough
to service that vault.

You're a careful man, Boyd,

but you know full well
my Way's better than

any scheme you've got cooking.

You trying to manipulate me, Mr.
Walker?

'Cause I'm long past the point
of needing my ego stroked.

Let's just say I don't see you

pulling
thrill-seeker holdups

with a "born to lose"
tattoo on your chest.

Well, me being a careful
man, I got to ask...

Why you want to help me so bad, Mr.
Walker?

You mean, why didn't
I sneak in there myself,

line my pockets,
get out of town?

It's that last part that's
the problem, isn't it?

We got LEOs
combing these hills...

Hills that, for me,
are unfamiliar terrain.

But not so unfamiliar
to us. That it?

I'm not trying to help you
so much as help myself.

How do we know Boyd doesn't
walk down into that basement,

find himself surrounded
by a dozen guns?

You're saying I got myself shot,

risked my life coming in
here, just to set you up?

It's a lot of effort just
to dick you people over.

Could be you got yourself shot,

Avery Markham said,
"You bring me Boyd Crowder,

"I'll take you anywhere
you want to go."

You're crossing the border
from careful to paranoid now.

Well, you might have been
a little more paranoid,

you wouldn't be in the situation
you currently find yourself.

Yet, at some point,

you have to trust me,
or you have to shoot me.

Well, you're a lucky man,
Mr. Walker.

Not two days ago,

I would've told you, "Good
night and good luck,"

but circumstances have changed.

Partners, then?

I don't need another partner.

But I will help you
rob that vault.

Chief Deputy Art Mullen.

Come on in.

Ms. Hale.

Although I suppose
it's technically

"on-leave Chief
Deputy" right now.

Yeah, they told me that when I
called there asking about you.

That's such a shame.

Eh, it's damned annoying
more than anything else,

but I guess I'm better off
than the guy who shot me.

Suppose you're wondering
why I asked you here.

Oh, I don't know.

Pretty lady like you,
clandestine hotel meeting...

I think I can figure it out.

Well, actually, Avery called me

and told me some bald,
wrinkled asshole of a marshal

was giving him grief,
and I said,

"Why, I would recognize
that description anywhere."

Oh, that really
doesn't ring a bell.

What's it been, like, 14 years?

I wasn't even bald back then.

Well, maybe a little.

Yeah, that was a long time ago,

which makes me wonder
why you are so concerned

about who ratted out my
husband way back then.

Oh, you know, I'm sitting there,

recuperating from gunshot,

watching all that Forensic Files

unsolved-mystery
bullshit on TV,

and then I hear about the
shit hitting the fan

with your boy toy,
Markham, down in Harlan,

and got my curiosity up.

Well, when you find that snitch,

what are you gonna do with him?

Or her.

"Or her."
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, well, it occurred to me
that the snitch might know

who shotgunned Simon Poole...

And, in fact, might be
the one who did it.

Well, isn't that little
Mexican AUSA of yours

already convinced
that I'm the one

who had his boss gunned down?

Lack of evidence to the
contrary, it's not a bad bet.

(CHUCKLES)

You know what?

It's a crazy coincidence,

but I happen to be looking into

the murder of
Simon Poole, as well.

Really?

Trying to clear your good name?

Well, it seems to me that

whoever killed Simon Poole

is probably the same person
who killed Grady in prison.

All at the behest of whoever
ratted on Grady to begin with.

And you think it's Markham?

What do you think?

I, um...

I'm gonna need to open a drawer.

Slowly.

Do you know who Gordon Keith is?

Can't say that I do.

Well, see what you
can make of that.

Hmm.

You just want
to see justice done, huh?

The man who shot you...

He changed your
life forever, right?

And what happened to him?

Well, he got his balls shot off,

then he got gut-shot.

Least, that's what
the report said.

Sadly, I wasn't there.

Well, the guy who
ratted on Grady

turned my life to shit,

and I want something
like that to happen to him.

That is what I want.

You can see yourself out.

(FOLDER FLAPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)
(BELLS JINGLE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I figured I'd find you
back in Harlan...

Back of your restaurant,
back against the wall.

I've heard it called
"The Sicilian Advantage."

Well, I ain't Sicilian.

I'm just reading a newspaper.

Eyes on points
of entry and exit,

geography mitigating surprise.

You're down a few
on your security detail.

Why you got that shoulder rig.

Take any comers try to hit
your vault full of drug money.

You see that sign?

Have a nice day, Marshal.

You see this star?

Kiss my ass, Markham.

Harlan.

Hell of a place
to make your fortune.

Fortune? Hell, I'm
putting down roots.

Tough to do in quicksand.

You proud of yourself...

Slowing me down?

I might be
if I was the only one.

Can't take credit for all
your troubles, though, can I?

If you're not part
of the solution,

you're part of the problem.

That's why you drove
up to Lexington.

Show the U.S. Marshals
you're there to help?

You're asking for my help?

I want Walker, you want land.

Help me get Walker,

maybe you get your land.

My, my.

Stooping to extortion.

"Extortion"?
Simple math.

I get Walker cleared
of my plate, I get Boyd.

That's about
as clear as mud, son.

Who you waiting to barge
through that door? Hmm?

Who put the word out to half
the landowners in town?

Telling me it wasn't you?

You think folks around here
are gonna turn you away

'cause some lawman said so?

Crowder said,
"You sell, you die."

You're telling me, after
all the saber rattling,

we're on the same side?

Saying we got a common problem.

And Walker's the man in between.

I know what you're thinking.

Walker goes down, talks,
you're in the hot seat.

But you ever know an ex-ranger
to give up without a fight?

(CHUCKLES)

I just can't imagine you're
part of the solution.

Who else you got?

Tell me why.

Let's just say you're
putting down roots,

I'm pulling up.

Sick of the past.

True.

Past is a shadow.

Always there behind you.

In Harlan...
Shit, it ain't behind you.

It's vertical.

Dig down another layer,

turn up some horror.

Let's talk how we get
the man in the middle.

What's the one thing

no shit-apple redneck
in the world can resist?

And that will be coming
up at the top of the hour

here on The Crow
Show, but right now,

I am joined by
once-and-future

local luminary Avery Markham.

Now, this is a man who...

Tim, I know I said

I wasn't gonna help
run down Walker,

but, well...

There's a certain kind of man

who, in this situation, would
say, "You're welcome."

Not me, per se...
A certain kind of man.

A dick.

Pretty sure there's a radio
there on the dining room hutch.

Tune into AM 1194.

(CLICK)
(RADIO TUNING)

All right, quiet,
everyone. Hey!

JACKIE: You listen to
The Crow Show,

you know we here are keeping...

They're playing Raylan's
song on the radio, here.

JACKIE: ...going on
with law enforcement,

and I'm not exaggerating to say

that there's a pretty serious
manhunt going on out there,

and he has an idea

that could throw the
cuffs on this fugitive

before anyone else gets hurt,

so please elaborate.

Well, thank you, Jackie.

MARKHAM: I'd just like to
tell all the folks out there

that I'm willing to guarantee
a $100,000 cash reward

to any person who can bring
in the fugitive Ty Walker.

Jesus Christ.

You're welcome.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

You sensitive to odors,
Mr. Walker?

As much as anyone. Why?

Man I know used to smuggle weed
in trucks full of pig shit.

I've seen men survive
in worse ways,

but I wouldn't mind
a more appetizing option.

What about Grubes?

Grooves in what?

Not grooves, Grubes.

He's a man I know, sort of.

Lives up in them hills,
like a wildcat,

but he ain't no hill person.

He ain't one of us, either.

He'll get you to the other
side of that mountain.

Of that, I'm certain.

But I don't know what
he will want in return.

I don't think money means so
much to a fellow like that.

Well, I'm gonna
want to talk to him...

Him or the pig-shit guy...

Before we go to the Portal.
I want assurances.

First, let's talk about how
we get into the Pizza Portal.

Then we'll talk
about your assurances.

We drive up, we walk in.

I told you, there's no one
left to guard the place.

With you and
one of your men loose,

you better believe the marshals
are watching that place 24/7.

Call in an anonymous tip...

Ty Walker holed up across town.

And whose phone
you think we gonna use

to make that call, Mr. Walker?

Sit tight while I
confer with my lady.

One text from you,

and those marshals will
go wherever you say.

We can only pull this
trigger once, Boyd.

I lie to Raylan like
that, and I am burned.

I understand that, baby,

but if we got to pull
that trigger,

this is the bull's-eye
we want to hit.

Now, we walk in,
we take that money,

and just like that, we're gone.

EARL: Boyd?

Boyd!

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
What?

Car coming.

Think it's that marshal
who grabbed my nuts.

Shit.

Raylan Givens.

Look at you, hopping to
like Mr. Hospitality.

Must be hiding something good.

Arms aloft in a welcoming stance?
Not I.

Surely something good
is going on inside.

Well, you do have
a tendency to interlope

in moments of high drama,

but this ain't
one of those moments.

Do you even know when
you're lying anymore,

or is it just like blinking?

What do you want, Raylan?

Leftover chicken?
It's all been ate.

What happened
to the big, bad man

called out 24 hours
to get 'er done?

BOYD: Afraid I don't understand
your reference, Raylan.

I'm asking where
your balls are at.

You gonna
pull off the job, Boyd,

or am I gonna die
of anticipation?

Is that why you came?

Help me find my balls?

I came to tell you
I'm tired of waiting,

tired of the bullshit.

I been lying to you, Boyd.

Well, now we're
getting somewhere.

Keeping up the fiction

that I got all manner of
things tying me to Kentucky...

Things that forestall
my moving to Florida.

But there is only
the one thing...

You.

You wanna lean in for a kiss?

Is that what you think this is?

Another one
of your love stories?

Oh, well,
I do like happy endings.

Well, this is one of
them classic stories,

where the hero gets his man,

then he rides off
into the sunset.

(LAUGHS)

Or maybe it's like
that other classic,

where a guy chases a whale
to the ends of the earth,

only to drown for his troubles.

I got to admit, there's
a small part of me

that's gonna miss this
when it's over.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, don't eulogize the past
till the future gets its turn.

(DOOR OPENS)
(CLOSES)

Boyd.
Where's your head?

Raylan, you want to
come in for a drink?

I think I Will.

See? Look.

Nothing to hide.

Oh. So you heard?

It's quiet in here.
Voices travel.

Why so quiet?
Everything okay?

BOYD:
Everything's fine, Raylan.

The lady can certainly
answer for herself.

Everything fine?

Yes, Raylan.
Everything's fine.

You satisfied?

Now, ain't you got
something better to do,

like building the case against
the magnificent Boyd Crowder?

Oh, I got tons to do.

Like, I got to find
Avery Markham's badman.

But I got a top man operating
behind the scenes,

so frees me up to come here
and help you find your balls.

Damn, Raylan, you in
love with my balls.

You must not have heard...
Money antenna ain't shivering.

$100,000 goes to whoever
helps bring in the badman.

BOYD: This man giving you your
money, he your new "top man"?

RAYLAN: Avery Markham himself.

BOYD: Markham's turning in
one of his own soldiers.

Well, that's
cold-blooded, brother.

Every turd with a pair of
nuts and a scatter-gun

gonna be combing the countryside

with dollar signs in their eyes.

He's in the back.

(THUDDING)

Walker! Stop!

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

(STRAINING)
This is bullshit.

You shot me in the back!

You wanted to get
hit in the front,

you should have run toward me.

All for what, money?

(WEAKLY) No.

(WHEEZING)

No.

No.

No, not just money.

(INHALES RAGGEDLY)

No.

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Your five minutes are up.

And now it's your turn? No.

Does that mean we can go now?

Nobody's talking to you.

Exactly, or Ms. Crowder or
the boy with the busted lip.

Now, my clients were in
fear for their lives.

They were not trying to
harbor a dangerous fugitive.

They were trying to find a way
to notify the authorities

when you showed up.

And, uh...

Thank you for rescuing them.

You're a good lawyer.

All the good ones
have ponytails.

Good evening to you, too.

You ain't gonna collect
your reward money, Boyd?

Come on, baby.
100,000 bucks.

You are so full of shit.

Oh. So you don't want it?

My goodness.

Whoa. Hold on, now.
What's the catch?

No catch.

On my mama's grave.

You've got to be joking me.

What's important is not
who gets the reward...

It is not unimportant.

...but the fact
that a dangerous man

has been taken off the streets
because of your generosity.

(TUMBLERS CLICKING)

(VAULT DOOR CREAKS)

(GRUNTING)

Okay.

Get on out of here.

CARL: You sure?
Yeah.

(VAULT DOOR CREAKS)

(VAULT DOOR LOCKS)

Fire in the hole!
Fire in the hole!

Yee!

BOYD: Well, I was born
at night, Raylan,

but I wasn't born last night.

You wanted me to see that stack.

That's why you pushed for this.

I wanted you to get
your due reward.

What happened to all that
talk about "no more lies"?

Guess that was a lie.

Told on your mama's grave.

You know, I never put too much
stock in that kind of shit.

No.

Lying comes easy to both of us.

Mmm.

It's a hell of a stack, huh?

You sure you want me
to take that bait?

'Cause this fox
goes for that rabbit...

...it's all over, Raylan.

I tremble with anticipation.

(CHUCKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

(SIGHS)

(RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

Hey, Boyd, it's us.

Now, Earl, you keep
working this hard,

you're gonna have a hell of a
bonus in your Christmas stocking.

Now, why don't you go on home,
see about that split lip?

Appreciate that, Boyd.

I'd do anything for y'all.

Go on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

$100,000 cash.

You should have seen the
look on the man's face,

having to hand it over.

(SIGHS)

So we got money now.
Let's go.

I thought you might say that.

First,

I got to show you something.

What is it?

This is the exact size

of the stack of money
in Markham's vault.

It's all in hundreds, like
the bundle he gave me.

God damn it.

It's got to be $10 million, Ava.

That's a lot of money.

But a bird in the hand...

$10 million is a whole
lot of birds, baby.

Boyd, there's about
a hundred ways

today could've gone wrong...

Me back in prison
or both of us shot dead.

You keep saying, "When we're
done, when we get this money."

Well, we got money.
Let's go.

Baby, what are we gonna
do with $100,000?

What are we gonna do
with $10 million?

Boyd, please.

It will be enough.

Baby, you know me.

I have never done anything
half-measure in my life.

I can't start now.

Not when there's this
much meat on the bone.

This is $10 million, baby.

$10 million.

$10 or $10 million...

Would you ever
be able to walk away?

Do I have a choice?
Yes.

That's what this is about.

(SIGHS)

Where's my phone?

I need to meet Raylan.

After what happened today...

You ain't afraid
I'll spill my guts,

beg him to pull me out?

I know that you will tell
him as little as possible.

I know that you love me, Ava.

And I know even if you
didn't, you're a smart woman

who knows a good deal
when she sees one.

Now, you help Raylan
put me away,

what's he got to offer you?

A clean slate
in witness protection?

A shitty condo in Arizona?
Little bit of money?

How much money?

50 grand.

50 grand?

(SCOFFS)

There's 50 grand.

And there's $10 million.

Take your pick.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

How'd you get away?

$100,000?

If I succeed....

If I don't lose my mind,
if I survive...

I get $50,000.

You give him $100,000
like it is pocket change.

You get government money, Ava.

That money's somebody else's.

Besides, you got it
all wrong, anyway.

That ain't his money. It's just...
Cheese in a trap.

Goddamn right.
A $10 million hunk.

So you see what I'm doing?

No, I don't.
I'm confused.

Who are you trying
to tempt, him or me?

I mean, who do you think I am?

I don't know. You tell me.
'Cause I'm just as confused.

What the hell was that today?

You mean besides tense?

Walker in back with a gun on us?

Exactly.

You call me inside,
toward the gun.

I was trying
to cool things down.

You and Boyd were out front
about to kill each other.

Boyd looked like
he was gonna kill you,

you stuck your nose in there.

In fact, it defies my
understanding of the man

that you show up here untouched.

What are you so mad for?

Keep saying how you're scared,

yet you don't have a scratch.

It all adds up to bullshit. You
did get your man. Didn't you?

Who, Walker? Jesus Christ.

Oh, lord, if I knew
we were gonna argue,

I would've stayed at home!

What happened in Bulletville?

(SIGHS)

Something happened.

We went hunting.

Boyd wanted
to catch opening day.

We made a vacation of it.

Some vacation, bleeding
and butchering hog.

I'm glad I came by.

So I could hear you
call me a redneck.

You know what? Your neck
is just as red as mine.

You just don't see it 'cause
you're always walking forward.

How else do you walk, Ava?

You know what I mean...

Wishing you were better
than where you come from.

Just admit something...

You could've just as easily
been an outlaw as a lawman.

Well, obviously, Ava.

But the past is a statement.
The future is a question.

(SIGHS)

The past and the future
are a fight to the death.

What happened in Bulletville?

(SIGHS)

You in trouble?
No.

I told you. I will
dig into Zachariah.

I already got to him.

I already know
why Boyd needs him.

You know where they're doing it?

They're going up through a busted mine.
Obsidian.

Up through the ground
in Blanton Creek.

(SIGHS)

Why is it always
a fight with us?

We're too alike, I think.

RAYLAN: Good news, bad news?

Good news first.

Despite my prodding,

I don't know when,
but I do know how.

How?

He's coming up.

The dynamite Zachariah had ain't
to blow the doors off the vault.

It's for the rock below.

Boyd's gonna blast up
from underneath.

What's the bad news?

Ava's burned.

You sure?

Pretty sure.

Damn it!

I know.

What tipped it?

I just know.

You get up here in the morning,

hash out what the hell
we're gonna do next?

I'll be up around 11:00.
Something I got to do first.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Nothing.

MAN: What were
you expecting?

Rosebud?

I don't know what I
was expecting, but...

It was time I looked.

(WATER DRIPPING)

Took you long enough.

My whole life, I had nightmares

about what you
locked up in here...

Slave girls...

Animal for killing...

Secrets, horror.

ARLO: And it ain't nothin'.

Just like you, boy...

With your head
in the goddamn clouds.

You kept us
away of your 'fraidy hole

like it held the treasures
of Kublai Khan.

Well, it's just a
place I used to go...

My place, my own dirt...

Dark and far away.

That's why you had the key
around your neck in the war.

ARLO: Wouldn't you want
to go far away from that?

Every evil thing inside you,

I thought was in here.

ARLO: And it's a big,
fat nothin'.

(SIGHS)

I thought about what you said.

About the idea of the remains.

You're right.

There's nothing left.

Whatever it was, whatever
she was, it's long gone.

There's still
some of him left, but...

Eventually, that'll go, too.

Well, are you saying
you want us to halt the work?

I'm saying I won't meddle
with what's been done.

Where would you
like it relocated?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Ripped By mstoll

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