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Previously on Justified...

- What is that?
- It's a driver's license.

First name, Waldo. Last name, Truth.

Just put that bag
back in the wall and forget about it.

I didn't say it was in the wall.

That your son, the Marshal, came to see you?

- Why?
- Because I heard about

a bag like that once before.

Well, what brings you to Harlan County?

Boyd Crowder.

I need a little outside help,

someone I can trust.

This is a job interview now?

It's a job.

Oh, my God. Is this real?

It's from a church.
Got some religious screed on the other side.

Now, I see a lot of new faces here today.

How about you? Yes, you.

God damn.

Yeah.

We're getting good at that.

Getting?

You ever hear the expression

"A woman needs a reason.
All a man needs is a place"?

I would argue that everyone needs a place.

I might argue that you're missing the point.

No, I think I understand.

I'm afraid
I have to stop you right there, cowboy,

not that I don't appreciate the thought.

Where are you going?

Well, I know
it's not as pressing as catching a fugitive,

but a bar without booze is a sad place.

I'll do it.

You want to handle the bar deliveries?

How hard could it be?

I know you weren't trying to be insulting,

so I'm just gonna let that one slide.

I want you to stay right there,

just like that.

http://hiqve.com/

Whatever it is, go ahead and bring it on in.
I'll sign for it.

I ain't got a delivery.

In that case, sorry, buddy. We are closed.

That's cool.

I'm just gonna get myself a beer.

That's funny. I thought I just said...

You work here?

Actually, no.

But you're taking deliveries.

Just trying to do a favour for a friend.

That must be one hell of a friend.

She is.

I get it. Is that the blonde or the brunette?

Is that why you're here?

Man, maybe I'm just here for a beer.

Don't be embarrassed.
That's why most guys come here.

Who are you, man?

I'm Raylan.
I'm the guy telling you it's time to go.

You think you could make me?

Really?

I'm probably gonna walk out that door,

but, if I don't,
do you think you could make me?

I don't know, and I'd rather not find out.

Okay, man. It's cool.

I'm just messing with you.

Okay.

Why would I order two more
cases of that shit?

I got three I can't move as it is.

Go on. Get it out of here.

Hey, tell Shelly to call me when she gets in.

What happened to you last night?

It's bad enough
you're shooting the customers.

Then you no-show?

Sorry. I wasn't feeling well.

You're not leaving me
with a lot of options here, Ellen May.

I lied, Ava.

I was feeling fine.

Actually, I never felt better in my whole life.

I wrote this down so I wouldn't forget.

"My soul finds rest in God alone.

"My salvation comes from him."

That's from palms, number 62.

You mean Psalms.

You found God?

That's what this is?

I need to save my soul, Ava,
before it's too late.

I saved your soul.

Remember?

Not God or Jesus Christ,
me and my shotgun.

I know. That's why I'm here.

I was just gonna leave,
but I wanted to come and return the favour.

Excuse me?

See, Billy says it's never too late

to live a righteous life.

"Billy says"?

He says that we control our destiny,

and God will forgive us if we just...

If we just change our ways.

You're a whore, Ellen May.

And if that ain't enough,
you and me, we killed a man.

We dumped his body
down a mine shaft without ceremony.

There ain't no salvation for people like us.

Johnny, stay.

We're just about done.

Come here.

You will be back at work tonight,

or you won't ever set foot in this place again.

We clear?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Pappy Van Winkle. Holy shit.

What's the occasion?

Well, from what I understand,
you're about to have a birthday.

Actually, I turned 56 last Thursday.

Well, there you go.

Happy belated birthday.

You didn't know that?

Have a seat. I appreciate the gesture.

It's nothing.

- How's Leslie?
- She's good.

Talking about buying an Airstream now.

- Could be fun.
- Oh, yeah.

Lots of time together in a close space,

that'd be good for the marriage.

How's life in Bowling Green?

More arrests than any office our size,

under budget every year,
almost no incidences.

Of course you don't have any incidences.

'Cause all your fugitives are pussies.

A fugitive is a fugitive.

Shit.

I bet I got Marshals
that are more trouble than your fugitives.

Come on, Art.

No, you came here about the job, right?

You need to hear about this.

I got a young kid here,
decorated sniper in Iraq war,

Army Ranger,
I don't know how many kills he had,

always looking to kill somebody else,

probably got PTSD, probably an alcoholic.

Not a matter of
if that powder keg is gonna blow but when.

I got a lady Marshal here.

Brought in two of the top
15 fugitives to this office,

but she's always trying to prove herself.

I thought she was gonna be the one
that would take this office over

after I got ready to retire,
but now she's left her husband.

So, it's gonna be fun to monitor her
emotional state over the next year

see if she can keep it together.

Then I got a local boy,
born in Harlan County,

been investigated so many times,

Internal Affairs has got him on speed dial.

Father's in prison for murdering two people,

including a state trooper,

and his daddy
killed somebody else last night in prison,

and I get to be the one to tell him about it.

Unless you'd like to stick around and do it.

I mean, the key to it's just to talk about it

like you're talking about the weather.

Don't get all emotional and shit.

That's a $200 bottle of bourbon, Art.

I intend to enjoy every drop of it, Patrick.

Thanks for stopping by.

When?

Last night. Right after lockdown.

He's been questioned?

Apparently, he didn't have much to say.

Who did he kill, again?

Sam Porter. Dixie Mafia thug,

served eight years
of a 10-year stint for attempted murder,

Trustee with the prison.

I know this dude.

- You do?
- He was in the room last night

when I showed Arlo the bag.

What bag?

The bag I showed him last night.

Raylan, on a scale from one to a shit load,

how much do you need to tell me right now?

So, Arlo didn't
say anything about the ID or the bag?

Just got him
to admit he knew it was hidden in the wall.

Why would your father do that?

Why would he hide
a Panamanian diplomatic bag in the wall

or murder someone
for just laying eyes on it?

Either. Both.

You could ask him.
I get the feeling he ain't gonna say much.

Well, then, maybe we need to ask him.

Waldo Truth.

It could be a coincidence.

One dealer gets turned, I might buy that.

But a dealer and a hooker? No, that feels like
we got a target on our backs.

Did Ellen May
say how she came to be acquainted

with our new friend,
Preacher Billy and his sister?

No.

But whatever he said to her,
she is mighty convinced.

Why don't we take a drive over there

and see what this kid's got to say?

This church is a nuisance and nothing more.

I can go alone if you want.

What I want is for you to find out

why our sales have dropped off.

Like I asked you to do, Johnny.

This church is the reason.

People in Harlan County
still party on Friday and Saturday night

and get saved on Sunday morning.

Now, is there anything
else you want to discuss, or are you good?

Johnny?

I'm good.

Little rough on him.

Nuisance or worse,

it's not a bad idea going down there to see
what this church is all about.

I don't like churches, Ava.

Okay.

Close that door.

Extortion, evading arrest,

assault with deadly weapon,
grand theft auto,

extortion count two,

D&D, B&E, DMZ...

DMZ?

Making sure you're still paying attention.

All that just for one family?

No, that's actually all just Jud Truth,
Waldo's oldest,

but the rest of them are
all similarly decorated.

Grandson Milo is 13.

He spent three months
in juvie last year for pissing on a cop.

Jesus. Are you sure
you want to go with us, Art?

He's got a point, boss.
I mean, hell, their dog's in the pound.

You know the best
barbecue I ever had was in Versailles?

That's where Waldo is.
I don't want to miss out on that brisket.

Why don't you tell us why you're going?

Of all the fugitives
that have come across our desk of late,

why you got to go on this one?

Because for 30 years, this office

dropped the ball on apprehending

a federal fugitive
that was collecting a draw cheque.

And I, personally, want to be the one
to cross that off the books.

- Is that what it is?
- That's what it is.

And also that mystery-bag thing's giving me
a little bit of a Marshal stiffy.

That's a nice image.

Any other questions or concerns here?

Are you driving?

No. Boss doesn't drive,

unless he wants to, and I don't want to.

But we are gonna
stop for lunch before we get to the Truths'

in case you shoot one of them.
Then we won't get to go after.

Okay.

We watch them for a few hours every day.

Allow their parents to go to job interviews,

run a few errands, take a few minutes
alone, if that's what they need.

That's so nice of you.

Yeah, well, we, ourselves, believe

that what we're doing is
just a drop in the ocean,

but the ocean will be less
because of that missing drop.

I'm Cassie.

I'm Ellen May.

Yeah. I remember you from last night.

Is there something we can do for you?

I was hoping... Is Billy around?

I'm afraid he's busy.

Okay.

Maybe there's something I can do.

No. I think I just really need to talk to Billy.

Well, you can always try back later.

I thought I heard your voice.

It's nice to see you again.

I don't mean to be a bother.

Nonsense. No, I needed the break.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

- Ellen May.
- Bye.

Surprised to see you here again so soon.

So, what is it I can do for you?

Well, I just wanted to say...

How much I appreciate
your taking an interest in me.

But I don't think
I can be a part of your church.

If I may ask, what has turned you
so quickly away from us?

Sit.

Well, I know how you said that

God loves everybody.

Yes, he does.

And that Jesus forgives us our sins

if we just embrace him into our hearts.

I did some terrible things, Billy.

- Ellen May...
- No, I mean...

Like unspeakable, awful things.

Things that...

Things that nobody could ever forgive.

It's not true.

None among us are without sin.

The severity of your transgressions

pales in comparison
to your commitment to salvation,

the good you do going forward.

"For God sent not his son into the world
to condemn the world,

"but so that the world,
through him, might be saved."

That's real pretty.

But I thought that...

That some people just can't be saved,

no matter what.

Who planted that seed in your mind?

Is it those for whom you have
compromised yourself?

They done good things for me, too.

- They are trying to shame you, Ellen May.
- No.

Shame you into believing
you are less than the beautiful,

special creature that you are,

and they do so
out of their own fear and greed.

Come here.

Now, listen to me.

Do you want to be a part of this?

More than...

More than anything in the world.

Then it will be so.

And we will shame those
who attempt to poison your mind

with guilt and sadness,

and you will know

what true peace and happiness can be.

Let's do this!

God damn, man. Quit that shit.

Well, stop trying to stand up,
I'll stop hitting you.

Shit.

He keeps trying to stand up.

Any reason why he shouldn't?

On my last tour,

so, they transfer me
from Iraq to Bagram air base in Afghanistan.

- Much prettier than I expected.
- Really?

Man. They got poppy fields,

got snow-capped mountains
in the wintertime.

- It's beautiful.
- Hey, that's an awful nice story, but what...

It is rude to interrupt people, Danny.

Don't you think?

Don't do that again.

- Where was I?
- Snow-capped mountains.

Doesn't really matter. Besides all that,

mostly the same shit, you know?

A lot of guys, a few years in,

looking for ways to cope,

but what they can find in Afghanistan

that they did not find in Iraq...

- Heroin.
- Really?

After a while,
I can spot a doper from 100 yards away

just by the hitch in his step.

So, when I spot Danny here

lurking around Audrey's place,

I take a chance. I shake him down.

You were right.

Church ain't your only problem.

You selling heroin in my backyard, son.

When my people hear about this,

you two is gonna wish you was dead.

Well, maybe I got a death wish,

but I'd like to talk to your people.

You got a phone number?

Hey. Address.

- Frankfort.
- Frankfort?

Boyd!

You got to come see this.

Yes, we'll gather at the river

The beautiful, the beautiful river

Gather with the saints at the river

That flows by the throne of God

Now, that's a pretty nameplate.

Well, I always feel that

this office and me have
been a pretty good fit.

Why, you nervous, Shelby?

'Cause we're way past the point
of guilty by association.

Why don't you have a seat?

Did you have any luck
looking into that church?

Do you happen to recall a phone
conversation we had a few months back?

I believe we had a couple
of phone conversations a few months back.

The one where I expressed my opinion
that we were square.

Well, now, Shelby, I thought we were a circle.

I can't be part of your
business any more, Boyd.

I will turn my head as far as I can
without breaking my neck,

but this can't continue.

Well, Shelby,
don't think of this as a nefarious interaction

so much as a concerned
citizen reaching out to his sheriff

in an attempt to
protect the good people of Harlan County.

Now, I believe
we might have a cult in our midst.

If I give you this, we're done.

No slips of the mind,
no "one more favour." Done.

Whatever you say, Shelby.

Billy and his sister
been in five cities in three years,

each one more desperate
and beaten-down than the last.

They set up shop,

recruit locals, preach their gospel,

and then, after a few months,
they move along.

No trouble with the law as far as I could find.

So Billy and his sister
move into a town in its time of need,

chip away at the
criminal element's enterprise

till they got no choice but to pay them off.

Harlan is far from thriving,

and folks pouring what little they got
into drugs and whores

ain't gonna get it back on track.

This church might just be trying to help.

Well, you see it your way. I see it mine.

Thought it was supposed to be $500 if I won,

plus a cut of the action.

You're new around here.

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

Just be glad you didn't lose.

How do I know you ain't shorting me?

You don't.

But you came to me looking for action,
not the other way around.

What, I got to fight again?

You don't got to worry about that.

Rufus don't fight.

Well, what about that other thing?

How soon can your boys get what I want?

Well, you got the money?

You get the cash. I'll make the call.

Until then,
get your white-trash ass off my property.

Rufus, clean this shit up.

Hey! I said, "Hey!"

You cost us money.

Sorry about that.

I don't think you are.

You're right. I'm not.

So, how's about you make it up to us,

pay us back out of your winnings?

Well, that ain't gonna happen.

But I tell you what I'll do.
I'll give you a free piece of advice.

Next time, bet on me.

Don't fix to wait that long.

Y'all really want to do this?

You ain't that tough.

Besides, there's two of us.

I thought you said there were two of you.

Well, what about your money?

- Keep it!
- Too late for that.

Please, don't! I'm sorry!

What are you doing?

Tapping out? There ain't no referee.

Can't breathe.

I know you can't breathe, dumbass.

I got you in a choke hold.

You know what we used to do to boys back
home when they get tough?

We raccoon them. You know what that is?

Now, tomorrow, when you wake up,

you're gonna have a couple of nice
shiners to show all your boys.

What? Is someone here?

You were snoring.

So, no one's here.

You were snoring real loud.

What time is it?

Why? You got somewhere you need to be?

I got a 6:00 Pilates class
I was hoping to make.

Well, this is the job, Raylan.

Long as somebody might come up

and take a draw cheque
out of that mailbox, we wait.

I think he was joking, boss.

Really? Was he? 'Cause I couldn't tell.

I'm sorry. What are we talking about?

Where were you yesterday?

Why? Did something happen?

- No.
- So, what's the problem?

You're keeping addict hours.

You come in late,
you leave early, you're haggard.

It's like the baby's already been born.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tim?

I'd rather not take sides.

Thank you.

Well, would you rather do morning prisoner
transport for the next six months?

You do seem a little tired.

No shit. The question is, why?

The smart money
in the office pool is on exotic dancing.

What's your money on, Art?

No. Mine's on nothing,

'cause I know that you know that
it's against Marshal service policy

for you to do anything on the side,
exotic or otherwise.

You know what we should have done?

We should have brought
a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle.

You got a bottle of Pappy?

No, but Art does.

Patrick Massett brought one by to him.

Don't change the subject.

- What did he want?
- He didn't want anything.

He read the announcement.

He wants Art's job.
It's why Art's probably with us now, in fact.

Raylan.

I'm just saying,
we can talk about it if you'd like.

Raylan.

That's the grandson, Milo.

No, no, no. Don't get too close.
You'll spook him.

Let's just follow him in the car.

Shit. He made us.

You see him?

I got him. He's up there on the right.

Help! We've got some pervies!

Perverts! Perverts!

Help! I'm being chased by perverts!

All right, now, you perverts can go
ahead and stop right there.

We ain't perverts. US Marshals.

We need you to put those guns down.

Marshals, my ass.

These perverts was following me.

You got any proof that you're Federals?

You put the weapons down,
we'll show you some badges.

Badges?

Shit, I seen one badge,
I've seen a hundred of them.

- You must be Jud.
- That's right.

You're the one stole
the ambulance, ran it across the county,

and then tried to jump Benedict Creek?

You heard about that?

Yeah, I heard about that.

You know what happened
when they tried arresting me, then.

Nope.

If you did, you'd know you'd better get your
sorry government asses out of here.

We ain't here for you, Jud.

You got 10 seconds.

This doesn't have to go wrong, son.

Well, that's on you. Five seconds.

Hey, he's stealing your bit.

Any of you so much as flinch,
we're gonna put you down.

You're gonna die right in front of your kin.
That what you want?

Don't matter to me.

- Y'all all right with it?
- Yep.

Never thought I'd live this long.

What is going on out here?

These perverts was chasing me.

They don't look like perverts.

Well, maybe that one.

They say they's Federals.

We're US Marshals, ma'am.

Marshals. That's fancy.

You best go on ahead
and state your business.

Just looking for Waldo Truth.

My husband?

He ain't here.

If you want to leave a means to get in touch,

when he stumbles home, I'll holler.

But, just so you understand,

till we meet Waldo, we're gonna put a stop
to those disability checks.

- Hell you are.
- Bullshit!

Y'all ain't gonna take our draw.

Lower those goddamn guns!

You want to start shooting
with my grandbabies right here?

I'm sorry about them.

Nelly, get inside and start calling
around for Waldo, would you?

Sure, Mama.

You ain't gonna take our draw.

I met Waldo at the drive-in.

I was there with my first husband, Kyle Lee.

Kyle went off to pee,
and Waldo slid right into the car.

Started chatting me up.

I shut him down, showed him my ring,

told him, "This snatch is off limits."
You know what he said?

I can only imagine.

He said, "I got a goldfish."

Pardon?

That was my response, too, Marshal.

"The hell did you just say?"

So, Waldo says, "I have a goldfish."

So I say,
"What the hell does your goldfish have to do

"with me being married?"

So he says, "Oh, I'm sorry.

"I thought we
were talking about shit that don't matter."

The most romantic thing
a man ever said to me.

Yep. I'll bet it was.

Are y'all sure you won't have a drink?

That's not allowed, but thanks for the offer.

So, what do y'all want to
talk to Waldo about?

He done something bad?

Young fella, you do understand that

we are Federal Officers, right?

So, he did do something bad.

I think he's referring to the pot.

I got the glaucoma, real bad.

It is difficult to see your children suffer.

Know what I found
to be the secret to raising kids is?

- Do tell.
- Hello?

Waldo, come on in.

Mr Truth, just stop right there.

Well, look at this.

Got the whole family together.

That warms my soul. It really does.

We just have a few questions.

Now, you'll understand
if I greet my wife first.

He's all right.

Sure.

You look real nice, Mother.

Thank you.

All right, then, gentlemen. I'm Waldo Truth.

What is it I can do for you?

Just have a seat right here
and let me see some ID, please.

Certainly.

Let's see. I got my official state card here.

It's not a very good picture of me.

And I got my social security card here, too.

You're the same Waldo Truth
convicted of armed robbery

back in 1971, served 11 years?

We all make mistakes, but I paid for mine.

I lived it nice and clean ever since.

Does this look familiar?

That was found inside
a Panamanian diplomatic pouch

that we believe
was carrying some illicit material.

I'm afraid you lost me now.

Do you know Arlo Givens?

Arlo who?

That's the man who had the bag
with the ID in it.

You know, I'm sorry. I just can't help you.

But you are, in fact, Waldo Truth?

Yeah. I'm Waldo Truth.

Well, then, you're under arrest.

What for?

Y'all just stay right where you are.

Parole violation back in '82.

Yeah, the records were misplaced,

but you're a wanted fugitive, Waldo.

No, no, no, no. Hold on. Hold on.

You never let me finish my story from earlier.

I ain't Waldo Truth.

God damn you, Harold!

My real name is Harold Shawn, Jr.

I'm gonna cut your balls off. Harold, shut up!

You never told me that Waldo was wanted!

Look, I only came to know Mother here
and the family 15 years or so ago.

I agreed to help keep the draw going
and pretend I'm Waldo.

Where is Waldo?

Shit.

You ain't gonna take our draw.

You gave him a gun?

We agreed it was time.

Mrs Truth, tell the boy to put down the gun.

Milo, honey. You can't shoot a Federal.

Put that gun down right now.

I'll put it down,
soon as these shit-heads get...

Get off me, pervert!

You stay right there, on your ass.

All right. Here's the deal, people.

We are gonna haul your asses in
for harbouring a fugitive,

threatening a Federal Officer,
possession and distribution of narcotics,

mail fraud, identity theft,

and some other shit
that I'm sure we're gonna find here.

So, congrats.

A draw cheque is now the least
of your goddamn concerns,

and I think I'll start with you, ma'am.

I don't know where Waldo is.

- Is that right?
- I hadn't seen him in almost

30 damn years,
not since that man came and took him away.

What man?
What do you mean, "Took him away"?

He said he had some job for him,
he was some kind of pilot,

and that Waldo wasn't coming back.

And you were okay with that?

Of course I was. Waldo was an asshole.

I thought he was romantic.

Sure, until I said, "I do."

After that, he'd beat on me like it was his job.

We got in a fight so bad one time
I stabbed him in the cheek.

You stabbed him in the face?

No, honey. Not that cheek.

You sold our daddy out?

Waldo being gone was the
answer to our prayers,

all of ours.

What was his name?

The pilot that took Waldo?

I don't know.

Jew, something like that.

Jew?

Was it Drew? Drew Thompson?

Yeah, that's it. How did you figure that?

Yeah. How did you figure that?

We're done here.

- We are?
- Yep.

Ma'am, you have a lovely family,

and we wish the best of luck to all of you.

We will be taking the guns, though.

Let's go.

I hereby baptise you
in the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost,

this water washing away all guilt from sin

and cleansing your heart.

Now, emerge, reborn a child of God.

Amen.

- Hallelujah.
- Amen.

Congratulations.

Boyd.

Do not be alarmed.

Boyd Crowder.

I had, in fact,
prayed that you and your friends

might find your way into this tent.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear.

"And these signs shall
follow them that believe.

"In my name, they shall cast out devils."

Are you gonna cast me out, Preacher?

Is that why you're here?

On the contrary, Boyd.
I'd much rather bring you in.

Let all here witness,

that even the most prodigious sinners

can become beacons of faith.

Are you prepared to
come forth and be saved?

Well, what makes you think
we need saving, Preacher?

Everyone here knows of you.

I have been told personally
how you exploit people for your own gain,

and, as we know from Isaiah,

"'There is no peace," saith the Lord,

"'unto the wicked."'

Wicked?

Well, I would never be so bold as to pass
judgment against a man I do not know.

But the hubris

of making assumptions
about a people and a place

to which you are a foreigner

strikes me as a grave sin, indeed.

All souls here

and those in the other towns I have served

would testify to my integrity.
Would they to yours?

You know, I once stood where you are now.

Preaching to wayward souls,

asking for their faith,

and, in return,
offering them eternal salvation.

But, in the end, their faith was not rewarded.

And mine was shattered.

Is that why you are now pursuing
this materialistic path?

We all got to eat, Billy.

You got your collection plate, and I got mine.

Every man here gives only
as he is willing and able.

They stop giving to you in West Virginia?

Or Tennessee before that?

Is that why you move on the way you do?

It is the Lord who determines my path.

In fact, he came to me in a dream.

Gave onto me a prophetic vision
of Harlan and its suffering.

Well, you know what the apostle John
had to say about prophets.

"Beloved, do not believe every spirit,

"but test the spirits

"to see whether or not they are from God,

"for many false prophets
have gone out into the world."

I look at you.

I think about you moving from state to state,

asking all these people
for their hard-earned money,

and offering them
empty promises of salvation in return,

and, I wonder,

if when John wasn't
talking about false prophets,

he wasn't talking about you.

Mr Crowder's scepticism...

...is wise.

And hard-earned.

My struggle will never be as great as yours,

for I sleep in the Lord's warm embrace

and will never know true cold or hunger.

Yes.

So, from this moment on,

no member of this congregation

shall give even one cent to this church.

"For the man who hath a bountiful eye
shall be blessed,

"and the man who giveth his bread
to the poor shall never want."

So, let all here bear witness,

as I ask none of you
to ever sacrifice the bread from your table

in the name of this church ever again.

Praise be to God. Praise be to God.

- Lord almighty, praise be to God.
- That didn't go so well.

Actually, Colton, I think we got
exactly what we came here for.

That was my second year.

Drew Thompson
pancaking into that driveway,

about the most exciting thing to happen
in southeastern Kentucky since...

Electricity?

They have that down there, now?

That was the day cocaine
came to Harlan County.

Oh, look.
ME's office sent this over about an hour ago.

Guess what it says.

The body in the driveway
had a scar on its ass?

You gonna make another
"Marshal stiffy" comment?

- I might.
- If Waldo Truth died in that driveway,

where the hell is Drew Thompson?

Well, I don't know.

But I'll bet your daddy does.

Now, everybody in that church
was smiling ear to ear

except for his sister.

Turn around!

Now, Billy may answer to a higher power,

but his sister's pulling all the strings.

Now, we find out what it is she wants,

and these flood waters will recede.

What about Ellen May?

Well, Ava, I'm afraid
she might have been swept away

by this storm for good.

I know you liked her, baby,

but, believe me,
there's plenty other girls out there.

It ain't that, Boyd.

What if, in her need to unburden her soul,

she decides to divulge certain
details about the murder of a pimp?

Wynn Duffy.

Why, Duffy's people, meet my people.

My people, meet Wynn Duffy's people.

Slow night?

We closed for remodelling.

I hope he's not your interior decorator.

No, actually.
He's the reason why you're here.

Now I'm confused.

Well, we caught this young man

selling Dixie Mafia heroin out back.

What makes you so sure he's one of mine?

Well, his driver's license
said Frankfort, for one.

Well, I didn't go to law school,
but I believe that's what

the attorneys call "circumstantial evidence."

Which is why I sent my boys up to Frankfort

to buy some of your heroin.

Now, these we got off Danny, here.

And these we
bought at the corner of Third and Jefferson.

I believe that's in your zip code, is it not?

Now, I didn't go to law school, either,

but I believe that's what
they would call "a smoking gun."

Mr Crowder, I have many men in my employ.

If one of them strayed,

I can only apologise and say,

"It will not happen again."

Well, you got me all wrong, Wynn.

I don't want an apology!
I want to be your partner.

I would like to be
your distributor of heroin in Harlan County.

Now, I figure
we split it right down the middle.

You and me,
we could both make out pretty well.

But even if I were looking for a
partner, which I'm not, by the way,

it would have to be someone I could trust.

Well, you can trust me.

But I don't even trust
the way you just now said I could trust you.

Well, I was hoping
not to have to go down this road,

but if you want Danny
to leave this room alive,

I'd ask you to reconsider my offer.

Any dealer silly enough

to poach your territory
is not welcome in my crew.

Boys, if you would.

I'm sorry about the mess.

We'll clean it up.

Let's look at this
as a first step in the trust direction.

Well, that's mighty Christian of you.

If there's nothing else, I'm gonna leave now.

No.

Oh, you know what? Since we're being

so chummy.

You wouldn't have any idea why Arlo Givens

murdered that Dixie Mafia soldier
in Tramble, would you?

Well, if Arlo Givens
killed somebody in prison,

this is the first
I'm hearing about it, sincerely.

All right. Well, it seems to me that

maybe you and Arlo ought to have a chat.

Well, I'll have my secretary
make an appointment,

and I'll get back to you.

Good luck with the remodel.

My. That is quite a story.

It doesn't bore you, hearing about my day?

Your days are more interesting than most.

What?

I just didn't think you were that kind of girl.

I could be any number of kind of girls,

depending on what the situation called for.

So, what's next?

I was just thinking we could lock that door

and have some fun on this here bar.

Did you?

'Cause I actually meant
what was next with the case.

- I knew that.
- Well?

I guess we
just keep digging and see what turns up.

'Cause you're the guy in the white hat.

'Cause that's what I get paid to do.

So what happens
if you find this guy who was

ruthless enough to fake his own death

and smart enough that
nobody even realised it?

It's hard to say.

But there could be some gunplay involved.

Can I tell you something?

What's that?

In the right light,
you could be considered attractive.

Thank you.

I wouldn't kick you out of bed
for eating crackers.

Why else would I be there?

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Buddy, we are definitely closed.

That's all right.

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

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