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Previously on Justified...

Drew Thompson shot Theo in the eye
and left him for dead on a runway in Panama.

Mr Tonin would like you
to find Drew Thompson.

Not a problem.

We found Drew Thompson.
Turns out he's the Goddamn county sheriff.

Find Shelby before anyone else does,

or you can say goodbye to that dream
you have of displacing your cousin.

$500,000?

I'm about to give you
Drew goddamn Thompson on a silver platter.

You want your man,
that's what it's gonna cost.

I think your ride is here.

The marshals got to Drew before Nicky could.

What do we do?

We make a case to Theo.

Or?

Or we run.

So what's next?

Theo Tonin knows we got Drew.
He's not gonna be too happy about that.

We just got
to figure out how to get out of Harlan alive.

Wouldn't happen to have
a rocket launcher, would you?

Sadly, no.

- I got Lexington Air Ops, Chief.
- All right.

Tim, if that thing gets any closer, shoot it.

Mullen here. Where the hell are you?

Look at you, Mr. Crowder.

You're a well-dressed man.
You got a sense of style.

You got your shirt
buttoned all the way up to the top.

I got to ask. Where'd you get all those teeth?

Courtesy of the American taxpayer

while serving
our great nation in Desert Storm.

Man, I love the way you talk.

Using 40 words where four will do.

I'm curious.

What would you say
if I was about to put 40 bullets through

that beautiful vest of yours?

"What're you waiting for?"

You're cool, huh?

I tried to keep it to four words.
You'll allow the contraction as one.

Yolo.

Again.

You know who also didn't deliver?

Wynn Duffy.

But as you can see, he's not here.

He had the sense to run and hide.

But you stuck around. That's a bold move.

Well, I wagered that you'd see that success
is in our mutual best interest.

You believe in God?

I do not.

But this is Bible country, right?

You know the story of Abraham and Isaac?

I do.

See, a lot of people are troubled by the fact
that God asked Abraham to do such a thing.

But truth be told, God of the Old Testament...

Kind of a dick.

To me, the real question is Abraham.

You know, why would he be willing to
entertain the idea of killing his son?

Well, conventional wisdom is
he was demonstrating his own faith.

I think that's wrong.

I think Abraham thought
about killing his own son

and was willing to kill his own son
because God told him to do it.

God.

And when the most
powerful being in the universe

tells you to do something...

You do it.

And what has your God
told you to do, Mr. Augustine?

Kill Drew Thompson.

I see.

Well, if you want Drew
Thompson, you'll need Raylan Givens.

And if you want Raylan Givens,
you'll need me.

And if you want me...

I'm still gonna need $500,000.

You're so glad you didn't ask for $2 million.

How long was it in the wall?

We moved here when I was 15.

The house that cocaine built.

So you kept Waldo's ID in a bag, huh?

Like a trophy?

Prove you're badass,
pulled off the feat of the century?

No, it was more practical than that.

I couldn't leave it in the plane,
couldn't throw it out.

Someone would have found it.

So you put it in a bag
and then gave that bag to Arlo?

He said he'd burn it.

Smell that? That's irony.

Our guys are with LPD Air Ops,
fuelling the helicopter.

It'll be wheels up in 15 minutes,

another 30 minutes in flight time.

We can't sit here for another hour.

30 plus 15's 45.

The better part of an hour.

We don't know how many men Tonin's sent.

You want the Battle of Bloody Porch?

- The what?
- The Wild Bunch.

Art, we got to move,
and we got to move soon.

KSP's not ready.

Got six units headed inbound.

They'll meet us over the pass.

Once we get to the highway,

we can have those units leapfrog,
shut down the on-ramps.

Go 80, 85, should make it
to Lexington in two hours.

They're holed up at Raylan's daddy's home.

Option one, you can hit them there.

But it's in a defensible position,
on a hill, good sight lines.

And you'd need at least a dozen men,

heavy weapons,
and be okay losing half of them.

Who is he, and why is he talking?

Meet Colt.
We served together in Desert Storm.

Picker, how many men you got coming?

We got Rigo and three others.

They should be here soon.

Well, it won't be soon enough.

Now, your man
in the air said he saw a tow truck,

which means the marshals
can push cars out of the way if needed,

which means Raylan Givens
intends on driving Drew out.

They're fuelling up
a police helicopter in Lexington.

This is the biggest case in Raylan's career.

He will not wait on an airlift. He will drive.

Now, he'll want to avoid towns and civilians,
which means he will take the pass.

Now, your option two...
Really, your only option

is to hit them right there.

We send all our men there?

Just one man. My man, Colt.

Not alone.

I could use a shooter, a good one.

Colt? Mort.

Mort, Colt.

Here we go.

At least I ain't gonna die today.

What the hell?

What are you doing?

It's not right.

What's not right?

One abandoned car beside
the road is no big deal,

but two so close together? That's weird.

That's Kentucky.

How about a third?

What are you thinking, IEDs?

I'm not thinking confetti cannons.

Are you sure about this?

For all I know,
I'm just having a full-blown PTSD episode.

You get those a lot?

Only when I'm handling firearms in public.

What are we doing, guys?

Pull up behind us,
and stay off the goddamn radio.

Lexington ground crew. Air Ops just took off.

We got 30 minutes. What do you say, Drew?

Want to play some checkers,
watch reruns on TV?

Well, I wouldn't mind changing out of this.

Take a shower, maybe.

Look good for the press?

I want to look good when I go.

We all know this is it for me.

You ain't gonna shower.
You ain't gonna change. You ain't gonna die.

We're good at what we do.

Well, then I guess maybe I'd just like
to enjoy the view for a while.

We have a view?

How many years you live here?

I kept my head down growing up,
or else nose in a book.

You? A reader?

Hardy Boys, Stephen King, whatever.

There's no frigate like a book.

Arlo.

Did you know we met in Vietnam?

Saigon.

In front of a whorehouse on Tu Do Street.

He was holding
a Louis L'Amour book in his hand.

Don't sound like him.

I thought, "Who the hell stands in front of
a whorehouse reading a book?"

I started to bust his chops.

Turned out some
boonie rat in his unit had slipped him LSD.

He was trying
to find the guy's name in the book

so he could castrate the bastard.

That sounds like him.

I talked him down. Took a few hours,
but, hell, I'd already been laid.

We hit it off.

He told me
to look him up if I ever got in a jam.

That's what's on your mind in what you see
as the last moments of your life?

You asked me, son.

Now you don't want to talk about it.

Don't even want a quiet moment

where you might even
think about your daddy.

Is that it? Is that why I can't enjoy the view?

If I thought you were
doing anything other than trying

to figure a way out, I'd give you some peace.

I'm done running, Raylan.

A leopard don't change its spots, Drew.

- What's up, Art?
- Raylan, we've stopped down.

Tim's feeling a setup.

You think you've been blown?

It could be.

I think you should peel off right now,
go to the alt.

Will do.

Contact Air Ops. We got to move.

Let's go. Come on.

I have the cowboy in the follow car.

Marshal driving the SUV.

Looks like a statey in the truck.

No sign of Drew?

Too much tint.

They could have him in a trunk.

Give them a minute, see if they move.

Well, what do we do? We go back?

Not if the car
behind us is filled with high explosives.

And you think it is?

I think so.

How could they pull this off?

Boyd has an Iraq
and Afghan veteran in his crew.

Colton Rhodes.

Ex-M.P., drummed out for drugs.

And you have his number?

Our paths have crossed.

- Yeah.
- Hello, Bagram.

Well, hello, Deputy Dawg.

Speaker.

Am I right in saying that you were
in the sandbox before Afghanistan?

I am a double winner.

Is that why you called, to ask me that?

Why? You busy?

I am in the middle of something.

All right, I'll make it quick.

I'm writing a book set in Iraq.

There's a chapter
where a convoy of military police

is transporting a criminal,
and Lieutenant Dan,

he's our main guy, he gets a bad feeling.

Forrest Gump.

There's a Lieutenant Dan in Forrest Gump.

Shit. You're right. I'll change it.

Lieutenant Colt.

I would like a young
Gerard Depardieu to play me in the movie.

I'm honoured.

Well, you should be.
He's a big guy, real badass.

Or he was. He's kind of losing his grip.
When we meet him, he's lost someone.

He started using dope that he confiscated.

Yeah, but then we find out
that he's kicked again.

And anyone who thinks he's in any way
diminished is in for a big surprise.

Yeah, but he's the kind
of character might say he's kicked,

but we all know
he's just one broken shoelace away

from saying "screw it" and picking up again.

How about you have him go
into a bar and pick a fight with some rangers,

and he sends
a couple of them to the hospital?

It's not a fantasy.

Anyway, he gets a bad feeling
when they pass an abandoned vehicle,

sees a second and a third,
so he's thinking IEDs triggered by cell.

You ever come across anything like that?

Me, personally?

No. But I did hear about this one convoy,

couple of Frankensteins
and a gun truck on Highway 10.

So, the spotter,
he calls a halt between the first two cars.

Thinking the hajis
will blow the second if it moves forward,

and the first if it tries to go back.

Well, how'd they get out of it?

Yeah, they didn't.
Because they were too afraid to move.

They just sat there in their vehicles.

Pissing and shitting in their helmets,

too afraid to toss it out the windows

on account of possible snipers.

Then they ran out of food.

They started eating each other

till there was only one left,

and he blew his brains out.

Do you want to know the sad part?

- There's a sad part?
- Yeah.

Because they were so afraid to move,

they never found out
whether or not the cars had explosives.

So basically,
they all died from being pussies.

They don't want to move?
We'll make them move.

Shoot the back windows and sides,

but do not shoot the drivers or the tyres.

Got it?

And now?

Well, the good news is I'm not flashing back.
But now they're gonna try to make us move.

- So what do we do?
- Move.

Holy shit.

They circled the wagons.

You're sure?

Well, all right, then.

It's a decoy.

You can't catch a break, can you?

Well, I got the convoy right.

It's just that the man
you're looking for ain't in it.

Yeah. Right.
So now we're still looking for him.

So, what's your solution?

Just let me think.

When did that helicopter
get up in Lexington?

- Ten minutes ago.
- Awesome.

Yolo, go to the old man's house.

He won't be there.

That's a comment, not a solution.

Well, if I didn't think
I was in deep shit before, I do now.

We ain't in deep shit
because my alma mater's a flawed redoubt.

We're in deep shit because of you.

Derelict High School
wouldn't have been my move.

The fact is, all of this, trail of dead included,
is 'cause you wouldn't turn yourself in.

You want to keep arguing with this fool

or figure out
where the hell we're gonna post up?

Hey, I ain't arguing with him.

Now he's funny.

Irony's not lost on me that a high school
is my last stop before prison,

as they are about the same.

That's why I dropped out
and joined the army.

You went from high school to Vietnam?

Out of the frying pan, into the fire?

Except I wasn't humping through the bush,

sidestepping land mines.

I was flying an O-1 Bird Dog,

having a grand, old time on the high wire.

My goodness. You've led the life of 10 men.

It's a wonder you keep
straight what's real and what's horse shit.

You going at me like this
'cause I had you fooled, Raylan?

No. I am getting tired
of the folksy reminiscing, though.

Well, I was right under your nose
riding around for two days.

So, you'll be the big hero
who got Drew Thompson,

but you will be the butt
of a couple of jokes, too.

I got my man. That's no joke.

Because you're such a great marshal?

That's debatable, seeing as how

you got us pared down to three people
against a goddamn Apache raid.

Playing the part of a lawman
don't mean you know shit about shit.

I know desperate moves when I see them.

Is that how you want us to see you,
Drew, the underdog?

If you're implying that
what I did to get free of the Detroit mob...

What you did to Waldo Truth.

...was anything more
than desperation, you're wrong.

What did you do to Waldo?

I mean how?

Knock him over the head,
dump him out the plane?

Hold a gun on him, make the man jump?

Or did you give him
a smile and a thumbs-up as he stepped out,

knowing you'd rigged his chute
and he was going to his death?

I took no pleasure in what I did.

Hate to think of it, even to this day.

Plus, the world's
a much better place without him.

That how you justified it?

Frankly, yes.

That's your thing, it seems.

You do what you got to do
to get what you want.

Question I have is,
listening to all this damn back-and-forth,

what do you want?

I want a shower and a change of clothes.

But that ship has sailed.

Hey, Bob. What can I do for you?

Hey, Raylan. I'm at Arlo's.

A motion detector went off.

Yeah, no, it's all right. We were just there.

Hey, where are you? What's going on?

You wouldn't by chance happen to be
at Evarts High School, would you?

What?

Well, they're having trouble
with wire thieves,

so they asked me to put in
some motion detectors, and I got a text.

Okay. Listen.
Bob, you need to get away from Arlo's.

Hey, is this one of yours?

Is what one of mine?

Truck come tearing ass up the driveway.

Bob, hide.

Look, I understand
you're growing impatient, Mr. Augustine.

But we want the same thing.

I just need a little more time.

Helicopter's landing at the old man's house.

That would be true if
Raylan Givens was there,

but Raylan Givens is not there.

And you know this how?

We dug coal together.

They dug coal together.

Why don't you call Yolo?

Where are you?

He's at the house.

No sign of Givens or Drew.

What?

He's got a guy there
who's in some kind of a uniform.

What are you, a crossing guard?

I'm a town constable,
duly elected by the people of Harlan County.

He says he's a constable.

Yeah, I don't know what that is, either.

Well, I just checked his cell phone,

and it said he called
Raylan Givens five minutes ago.

Wait a second.

All right.

If the helicopter's not landing there,
where is it going to land?

There's a thousand places.

For anybody else, but not for Raylan Givens.

- Are you sure that car's gonna go boom?
- I am.

Hold up, Chief.

That marshal down there
was a sniper in the Rangers.

You take the shot that you now do not have,

and give away our position,
he's gonna put holes in both of us.

Cousin Johnny, Ava?

What is the coolest, most awesomest thing
ever happened to us in high school?

Holy shit, you're right.

The astronaut.

The astronaut. And what was he flying?

- Helicopter.
- A helicopter.

Mr. Augustine,
this astronaut came to see us in high school.

He landed a helicopter
right on the baseball diamond.

A Deputy U.S. Marshal is
gonna gun up and hole out in a school?

It's in the town of Evarts.

It's empty.
It has been so ever since they consolidated.

Now, if you will let me take your man, here...

- What's your name?
- Picker.

Picker.

If you will let me take Picker,

I will bring you
Drew Thompson back, dead or alive.

Go. Take him.

Hey, Yolo.

See if uniform boy knows anything about
them being in a high school, okay?

Good.

They call me "Yolo."
You know what that means?

Yolo.

"You only live once."

- That's true. You only live once.
- Yeah.

And you know when I say it?

When shit is about to get real.

And guess what?

Shit's about to get real.

Come on. Tell me where he is.

Is he in the school, huh?

Oh, man. Look. Look. I don't know.

I don't know who
you're talking about, all right?

Drew. I'm talking about Drew.

All right. What, the... Drew?
The doctor on TV?

Son of a bitch!

Tell me where he is! Tell me where Drew is!

- I won't say! I won't say. I won't say.
- Come on. Come on.

He's...

Come on. Tell me where he is.

Like Nancy Drew?

Okay.

Okay! Okay!

I won't tell you. I won't tell you.

Look. I swear to God.
I'm about to really hurt you, okay?

I'm really about to hurt you...

- I know!
...if you do not tell me where he is.

- Okay. He's...
- Where is Drew?

He's...

Drew-bacca? Drew-bacca.

Where is he?

Drew-la-la?

Come on. Just tell me where he is, huh?

Come on! Tell me where Drew is.

- He's...
- Tell me, Bob!

Tell me where he is! Come on!

Drew... Drew... Drew Mama.

Drew Mama.

You're a funny guy. You know that?

You got some balls on you.
You know what? I really like you.

And because of that,
I'm gonna let you have a break.

- Oh, God.
- Have a break, okay?

- Take a breather.
- Get my breath.

Yeah, catch your breath. There you go.

Okay? You catch your breath.

Shit, you're wearing me out.

You doing okay?

No! No.

Okay. I didn't think so.

Okay.

Do they have Drew at the school?

Drew... Drew... Drew-sitania?

Drew-sitania. Drew-sitania. Drew-sitania.

I don't even know what that means.

Oh, shit. I think I broke him.

Come on, little guy. Get up.

- Bob.
- Ray... Raylan.

It's all right.

Yeah.

Well, did he say anything?

You tell him we're at the school?

No.

Well, I just saw their helo
fly off in your direction.

You need to get the hell out of there.

Got it.

Bob. Listen to me. We got to move.

- You able to walk?
- Yeah.

Why don't you carry me?
How about you carry me?

Okay.

"Drew-bacca," huh?

Yeah, it just came right out.

It's 5:30.

You can tell what time it is in Harlan
without looking at your watch.

That's the 5:30 coal train.

Fifteen minutes until the helo gets here.

Well, then, by 6:00, I'll either be in the air or...

In heaven, if that's
the direction I'm headed, which I doubt.

You'll be in the air.

We're good!

We have a problem.

My God. What happened?

What happened is
Bob's a tough son of a bitch.

Get up.

Here.

It's too soon to be ours.

And that's the problem.

We don't know
how many they have or what they might do.

They could crash a car
through the front doors,

send men through the windows.

We could spread out,
put one of us at each corner,

but there's four corners, only three of us.

You could have four.

I want you to know
I can be the man I became,

not just the man I was.

What are you thinking?

Thinking we get up to the roof,
take cover, pick off any dare approach.

You best with a rifle or a shotgun?

Whatever you care to part with.

See, Rachel?

There it is. That's his angle.

Listen, Shelby, Drew, whoever you are.

There's something you need to understand.

You are a criminal.

You understand? You're on that side.

Rachel, Bob, and I, we're on this side.

Now, I like arguing with you,

but I ain't handing you a goddamn gun.

- What about Art and Tim?
- They're still stopped.

Tim, we need to go back up Raylan.

Are you sure that thing's gonna blow?

I am.

We need to get on it.

That's what I'm doing.

Molotov cocktail, huh?

I haven't seen one of those
since that Guns n' Roses concert in 1989.

Shit. What the hell we gonna do now?

Now I'm gonna go have a word.

A word?

Try to convince them they can't win.

- You got your gun?
- I got... Yeah.

- Take Yoda's.
- Yolo's.

Whatever.
You got 12 in the clip, one in the throat.

I'm a law-enforcement professional.
I'm familiar.

Bob, don't shoot unless you have to.

What constitutes "have to"?

You see you're
gonna die if you don't, pull the trigger.

- Stay frosty.
- Stay frosty.

Is that you, Boyd?

For the record, that makes me two for two.

For the record, it doesn't matter.

Who's your friend?

His name's Picker.

I didn't ask to think if he played guitar.

You Givens?

You know why we're here, right?

Yeah. Boyd,
what was the name of that astronaut?

You know, I don't recall.

He was a big deal. Went up to the moon.

He swung the golf club, Raylan.

He drove the car.

Raylan, I was the one
enamoured with space flight.

I'm pretty sure I'm right on this one.

He drove the car. I'll bet a dollar.

Well, I don't have it on me now, Raylan, but...

- For Christ's sake.
- Right.

- Jesus.
- Raylan, you know I like

a good conversation
as much as anybody, but...

But being as matters are pressing?

Why don't you just hand
over Drew Thompson to these...

Well, I won't say nice, but people,
and save you and me a whole lot of trouble?

Your buddy's right.

I don't give a rat's ass about you.

Just Thompson.

Well, first off, I ain't handing over anyone,

or, generally speaking,
doing anything either of you say.

And secondly, and perhaps more important,

you two come any further,
you're gonna have a bad afternoon.

Now we're having fun.

Raylan, just listen to reason.

It's just the two of you?

Why don't you come back
when you got a few more guys.

Meantime, I'll be upstairs.

You want to continue this conversation,
I won't be too tough to find.

He wants Butch and Sundance, he'll get it.

- He's usually a little more fair-minded.
- Not today.

As long as you're inviting people,
make it a party.

It's okay. It's me, Bob.

- What happened?
- They're calling for backup.

Then?

Then they're coming in.

But you got it handled, right?

I figure I bought us maybe five minutes.

All right, well, then, I ought to say this.

Don't.

Okay.

Four cars, and not one
goddamn cigarette lighter

that isn't being used
to charge a goddamn cell phone,

and none of you smoke.

Nobody smokes?

This is Kentucky, not Sausalito.

What's wrong with you people?

Well, damn!

I thought you were gonna throw it!

God damn!

Well?

I think if there had been explosives,

it would have been bigger than...

Holy shit. Let's go!

Let's go.

Wait.

- Holy shit.
- What?

I was wrong. Drew's there.

Where?

Look between the SUV and the marshal's car.

- I don't see anything.
- He's right there!

- It's not him.
- For Christ's sake!

Give me that.

You're right. That's not him.

Can I get you anything, Mr. Augustine?

I'm gonna have a smoke.

I haven't indulged in I don't know when.

But circumstances being what they are,
I figure what the hell?

All the bad habits I tried to quit,
smoking was the hardest,

as you can see.

Did you know that
for every 10 years you smoke,

your face will age 14 years?

I read that on the Internet.

If nobody minds,
I would like to have a drink with this.

One hand full
makes the other one feel so lonely.

Why are you talking?

You don't like that question?

Let me ask you another.

How many dicks you got to suck to get to
the top of the food chain around here?

It's got to be a ton of dicks.

It's got to be, like, morning, noon, and night.

Like, ever since you were 14.

It's got to be like,
the alarm goes off, "I'm sucking dick."

"Where's another dick I can suck?"

Dick, dick, dick.

Go to bed, suck a dick. Dicks, dicks, dicks.

It's got to be a ton.
I mean, a small-time, blond girl like you,

looking for a better life?

Plenty of girls like you,
but what sets you apart?

Extraordinary vacuuming skills.
It's got to be, right?

Is that why they let you run the whorehouse?

Because you train the girls in your off hours?

Just like, "Okay, girls."

I'm a businesswoman, Mr. Augustine.

In that you attach yourself
to whatever guy gets you what you want?

Please just answer my question.

How many
tweaker dick heads did you have to suck off

before you got to
this wonderful place in your life?

You know what? I feel like a brandy.

Kind of drink I imagine
you folks up north enjoy.

Hell, I might acquire a taste for it.

You know, your Boyd, there,
he's got a real heart of a champion.

He is willing to do whatever it takes to
get what it is that he wants.

But what about you?
What are you willing to do?

What are you willing to take?

All right. Enough.

Or give?

You really love Boyd, don't you?

That ring he got you, where'd he get it from?

One of those claw machines at Denny's?

He must be good at that machine,
'cause it's hard to get something, you know.

It's always lifting up, then it drops.

Come on. Show me your tits.

I want to see them.

I want to see what got you to the top.

All right, enough, God damn it!

Really, Johnny?

We're gonna put on a show?

Just stop talking.

Wait. You're serious?

I thought you were playing a...

Shit.

What's going on?

Ava, don't listen to a word this man says.

Me and my mouth.

Somebody say something!

What'd you do?

This is heart-breaking.

Don't tell her, Johnny.

He went to Duffy!

He made his play, a while ago.

'Cause guys don't have to really suck
dicks to get what they want.

They just need to betray someone.

Is what you're saying is
that you want a blowjob?

I always want a blowjob.

That...

Maybe I hitched myself to the wrong man?

Clearly.

That you're the one
to take me to the promised land.

Time will tell.

Ava.

Ava, don't.

What are you gonna do, Johnny?

Gonna finish what you started?

You gonna shoot me?

Try to understand.

You...

Don't explain. Just shoot!

What? Can't you?

Ava.

I love you.

That's sweet.

Wow. Okay.

I see what you like about her.

Okay, pal. Open it.

Raylan Givens, are you in there?

The principal's office, huh?

I thought the metaphor was apt.

Well, they got a chair in there
with my name on it?

You think they would,
as many times as I walked in that room.

You're welcome to come in and look for it.

Go on.

Well, I think what he means by "come on in"

is he will shoot
whoever walks through that door.

I know. Go on.

Raylan, old friend?

I don't know
if you can tell from in there, but...

We got a whole lot of men on the other
side of this door, like you asked.

Splendid.

I don't think you understand, Raylan.

It's all on the line.

Meaning they want you
to come through first?

You got 10 seconds.

Nine, eight...

- Raylan?
- Seven, six...

- Any last words?
- Raylan!

- Something ain't right. This ain't like him.
- Five...

Four, three...

Wait a second. Thompson's not in there.

- I'm telling you.
- One!

Hold your fire.

He is right. Drew's not here.

Hasn't been here for some time.

You want to come in,
take a look, I don't mind.

You just do it real slow.

Real, real slow.

Who's he?

He's the man who killed Yoo-hoo.

- Yolo.
- Whatever.

Him?

People underestimate Bob at their peril.

Okay. What next?

Well, now, you ask again where Drew went,

and then you threaten
to kill us if we don't tell.

Just keep in mind Bob looks the way he does
'cause he wouldn't talk.

Him setting the bar so high,
I figure I got to hold out myself, so...

I guess you kill us.

Fine by me.

You don't hear that?

I believe those are friends of mine.

So you can try to kill us.

But then they're gonna show up and kill you.

Everybody loses, or...

You could be on your way.

And just promise me that we'll get together
and do this again someday.

Where the hell are you going?

Well, you heard him.
Drew ain't here, and they ain't gonna talk.

And you want to stay
and kill the marshals, that's on you.

But that ain't what I signed up for.

Well, what if we just kill you?

Because, Mr. Picker, your God has much
bigger problems than me.

You promise me, too, Boyd.

You can count on it, Raylan!

We're clear.

They skedaddled fast.

Smart enough to know they'd lost.

Well, I thought I'd had a fun day.

Quick question. Where's Drew?

You want to tell them, Bob? It was your idea.

Well, you...
You think you'd need a car or a helicopter

to get out of Harlan, but there's another way.