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ATF inquiry 2359826.
Interview with Boyd Crowder.

All right, and it was
during that conversation

that Kyle made his first threats
against yourself and Mrs. Crowder?

Miss Crowder.

Against yourself and Ms. Crowder?

I believe we've already
waded through these waters.

Tell us again.

They showed up at the house,

said they were gonna rob the mine,
said they needed a powderman.

Said if I didn't go along,
they'd put me and Ava in the ground.

So you never actually heard Kyle
make these threats.

Like I said, I was already gone to work.

Meaning Boyd told you what Kyle said.

Just like Boyd told you

that morning was the first time he
heard about the plan to rob the mine.

And it's not possible that he lied.

Why would I lie?

Because if you can
prove you were coerced,

couldn't call the police
out of fear for your life,

then you're not criminally responsible.

I think we're all growing tired
of this babe-in-the-woods act.

So I want you to tell us right now
where the rest of the money is.

I thought it burnt up.

Some of it burned up.

Miss Crowder, do you realise that we
could charge you with felony murder?

"Felony murder"?

Is that like "hot lava" or "frozen ice"?

No, ma'am, felony murder means

if you knew the crime was
gonna be committed,

even if you didn't know
anyone was gonna die,

you're just as guilty
as if you pulled the trigger.

After everything
your brother put her through,

you really gonna let her spend the
rest of her life in prison for you?

You know, I was just wondering,

did she screw all your relatives
or just you two?

Now, sir, I know you have
an investigation to conduct,

but if you disrespect Ava one more
time, I'm gonna come across this table.

Chief, it seems clear to me

that Mr. Crowder just threatened
a federal officer.

And I would think that that is reason
enough for you to take him into custody.

Much as I might like to personally throw
Mr. Crowder's ass in a holding cell,

I think a threat against a federal
officer would be a little more specific,

something more along the lines of,

"If you disrespect Miss Crowder again,
I'll beat the ever-loving shit out of you."

You gonna charge me?

- I have to get my purse.
- Okay.

- Raylan.
- Boyd.

I am impressed.
How is it possible you're not in cuffs?

Well, when someone's threatening
a woman that you care deeply for,

there's no end to the lengths that
you will go to keep that woman safe.

Now, I seem to recall you being
in that situation a time or two yourself.

In fact,

I seem to recall you being in the
same situation with the same woman.

Ain't that something?

Just tell me what you did, Gary.

I am trying to tell you what I did,
if you would just give me five minutes

- to listen to me!
- Don't try to tell me what you did.

- Tell me what you did!
- You don't even listen to me anyway.

I'm trying to find a legitimate way for us
to get out of this hole that we are in!

- You either tell me or I'm leaving.
- Where are you going?

You just wait five minutes
and let me talk to you

instead of getting mad all the time?

- Then talk to me, Gary!
- I am trying to tell you what I did, all right?

You put up our house as collateral
for a goddamn horse?

It is a champion Arabian, Winona!

You're not listening
to a damn thing I've said!

After everything that has happened,
everything, Gary,

after everything that has happened,
you did that,

and you didn't talk to me about it?

Well, where do I find you, Winona?
Where do I find you, huh?

- That's enough.
- What?

- You're gonna walk out now?
- I'm leaving.

You haven't even looked at this,
all right? I worked all...

Winona!

- I missed you last night.
- Last night, I was working late.

You should have called. I was up
half the night staring at the ceiling.

Thinking about what?

You think all I'm doing when I'm lying
in bed alone is thinking about you?

Not necessarily.

There was a good five or six minutes
when I didn't think about you once.

I have plenty of other
things on my mind.

Like what?

I don't know. Maybe the fact
that my soon-to-be second ex-husband

just remortgaged our last asset
to buy a horse.

- It's not funny.
- It's a little bit funny.

I'm sorry.

Look, I wish there was
something I could do.

Well, you could tell me
everything's gonna be okay.

I said, you could tell me
everything's gonna be okay.

- I don't have a key to that.
- What?

Only Weaver's got a key to the cage.

Okay, so when I asked you
to let me into evidence,

you don't think that was a good time to
tell me you didn't have a key to that?

Well, I thought you just meant the
evidence room, not the cage.

Since when do files
have to be put in the cage?

They're my transcripts
from the coal flyrock case.

Judge Reardon's worried 'cause of all
the coverage and tempers are all...

So he's got you putting them in a
lockbox, guarded by an armed man?

- Yeah.
- Seems excessive.

You think Judge Reardon's excessive?

So we wait.

Sure Weaver will be here any minute.

You don't have to go to work?

It's a circus up there.
Happy to avoid it.

You remember that night Gary was
waiting for you outside your motel?

Did me touching you
just remind you of Gary?

No. No.

It reminded me of that night

when you told me
about the pregnant fugitive.

Just, it got me wondering if maybe,

I don't know, maybe we had changed.

Like maybe it doesn't have to end
the way it did the first time.

Two rocking chairs on the porch.

Bunch of little Raylans
running around with toy guns.

Aren't you the one who said
it wouldn't be fair to have a kid

as long as every morning
I walked out the door

you felt like I might
never walk back in?

What if there wasn't that chance?

Meaning what?

Meaning what if
when you walk through the door,

you weren't walking through the door
to come here?

And once again, we have silence.

Well, I guess things haven't changed
so much after all, have they?

- What do you want me to say?
- I don't know.

Don't you ever wonder?

Sure. Yeah.

I wonder.

But?

That'll be Weaver.

Charlie, Ms. Hawkins needs
to get in the cage.

Okay.

Main lockboxes are all full up,
but that's okay.

We got some old ones back here
don't get used any more.

This is Weaver.

Yeah. ATF. I know.

All right.

- You mind taking it from here?
- No.

These are all marked.
I got to get to this.

Reception down here is for shit.

- All right. I'll just yell if I need you.
- All right. I'll come shooting.

Okay. Okay.

How are you doing, sir?

There you go.

Next.

Next in line. Next.

That's you, honey.

Back away from the counter!

Anybody tries to trip the silents
gets a bullet for himself

and one for the guy next to him.

Everybody down!

Easy, son.

You don't want to die
for somebody else's money.

- Get your ass away from that phone!
- Ladies.

- Everybody move around front.
- Get your ass down!

Everybody on the floor! Do it! Now!

All right. Wallets and jewellery, people.
Walk. Walk.

Yeah.

- There you go.
- Stay down!

Get your ass away from that phone!
Stay down!

Get the other end.

Hands face down in front of you,
away from your pockets!

Now... Nice. Nice.

Well, ain't you a piece?

Flip over, darlin'.
Let's see what you got.

What else you got worth taking, huh?

Open your hand. Open it.

Open your hand.

Other one.

- I won't ask again. I'll just break your fingers.
- It's time.

- Let's go.
- Yeah. Thatagirl.

Come on, man, let's go!

Come on, man!

Let's go, fellas. Time to go.

I don't get it.

All the times I ran you
through how to act...

I told you, it was instinct.

What to do if a guy
breaks into your home,

what to do if a guy grabs you
on the street, what to do...

Looks like there's a lot of drama
going on in there.

If a guy with a gun wants your shit,
you give it to him double-quick.

- You don't look him in the eye.
- Raylan, I'm fine.

Art looks spun up, though.
Did he see something on the video?

- Apparently he recognised one of them.
- Which one?

Frank Reasoner,
the old guy with the oxygen tank.

Turns out 30 years ago
he was on the Ten Most Wanted list.

- For what, robbing banks?
- Apparently a lot of them.

Got a place in Miami, one in Bahamas.

Used to fly himself back and forth
in his own King Air.

What's he been doing
for the past 30 years?

- He's been doing 30 years.
- Really?

Got compassionate parole back in June,
emphysema.

Wasn't supposed to
make it six months.

I thought that oxygen thing
was just for show.

Stopped checking in with his
P.O. Officer a month ago.

So he's our fugitive.

What about the other two?

Haven't ID'd them yet.

The one who kicked me in the face.

If you get the chance,
shoot him in the nuts.

I ought to hear this.

Mrs. Reasoner,
I hope you're not trying to deny

that your husband is
the man in that video.

No, I'm not.

I mean, it looks like him. It's just...

I don't see how that's possible.

No? You don't see how it's possible
a guy could get out of prison,

go back to committing the same crime
he went away for?

Frank was a model inmate.
He preached at the prison church.

Mrs. Reasoner, yeah,
we read the parole report.

How's he been since his release?
What's he been like?

We've been living a simple life.

Frank's a deacon at Calvary Baptist.

When he's not there, he spends
most of his time on a computer.

His condition doesn't let him
do much physically.

He plays video games.

He uses the interweb
to look up news about his old friends.

He even taught himself
how to use the video chat

so we could talk with the grandkids.

Mrs. Reasoner, do you recognise either
of the other two men in the video?

I don't think so.

Maybe they forced him to join them.
You know, like in that movie.

Maybe.

Although the man in the video
looks like a willing participant.

Jenny, does Frank have any big
bills lately that you know about,

any big expenditures or
maybe medical bills?

No. What if something happened to...

I don't know, his mind, you know,
his brain because of oxygen?

You know, because of the emphysema.

Look at that shit.
Look at that. Look at that.

Frank, you see this? You kidding?

Get out of here.

Smell that. Smell that.
Now add in Versailles.

We're not going to Versailles.

What are you talking about?
You always said pull another job,

doubles your money,
keeps the law scrambling.

I also said only shoot
when you have no other choice.

I heard you tell that old boy
move and he'd get shot.

Well, he moved.

And what about that girl that you
stroked and then drop-kicked?

Frank, she was holding out on us.

She's lucky I didn't
shoot her in the face.

Bobby, I could never pull a job
with a man I can't trust to hold himself.

- Frank, just hold on a second. He's...
- You know what?

You don't have to beg
him for shit, okay?

You and I will do the Versailles job
on our own. Right?

Who knows?

It might even be a blessing
not having this old lunger along.

Ain't that right?

Frank. Frank. Frank.

Frank. What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing, Frank?

I got you figured.

You did most of your growing up in
those juvie-detention gladiator schools.

Didn't mean no harm. He's just talking.

I guess Bobby didn't tell you I was the
bench-press champion at Lewisburg.

The next time you make
me raise my voice,

I'm gonna take this oxygen tank, and I'm
gonna beat your ass to death with it.

Frank!

Yep. That's him. Who is he?

Bobby Green, carjacker.

Did a few years at Lewisburg
when Reasoner was there.

Still nothing on the guy
who stomped on my face?

We figure he's a friend of Green's.

- Hi.
- Howdy.

What's that?

Serial numbers from the bills
they took out of the cash drawer.

We red-flag them, then if they spend
them anywhere that uses the database,

- we do what we do.
- I know. Big brother, right?

You don't really expect to catch them
that way.

No. Lag time's too long.

Most places don't scan
more than once a day.

By the time we get a hit,
the perp's usually long gone.

So it's really just red
tape for the bank, then.

Actually, it's mostly for the Secret
Service. You ever hear of superdollars?

It's counterfeit hundreds
from North Korea.

Whole Treasury
Department's obsessed.

You believe they make us scan
every bill that goes into evidence?

Pain in the ass.

Deputy Gutterson,
I hope you're not suggesting

that protecting the integrity
of our national currency

is a waste of your valuable time.

No, ma'am, nothing I'd rather be doing.

I think I have a problem.

Okay, now, I want you to tell me again.

- I just...
- Not yet.

Okay. Now.

I just wanted to make sure it was real.

- Wanted to make sure it was real.
- Yeah,

otherwise it's not worth the headache
and all the paperwork

and besides, I was gonna put it back,
and then all the...

Okay, wait.
Let me just make sure I got this.

You took one bill, and you
wanted to make sure it was real.

But then you're standing in line at
the bank, you come to your senses.

So you start to leave, but Frank
Reasoner and his boys take it off you.

I don't need you to tell me
I did a stupid thing, Raylan.

I know I did a stupid thing.

What I need you to tell me is
how big of a deal it's gonna be

when you catch these guys

and run those bills
through the Federal Reserve database

and one of them pops because it's
supposed to be in the evidence cage.

It's one bill. It's a clerical error.

Worst-case scenario, they
come to look for it.

"They"? Is "they" the Secret Service?

'Cause I heard Tim
mention something about that.

Yeah.

- Raylan, is that you?
- Yeah!

- Chief wants you.
- Right now?

- Reasoner's trying to get a hold of his wife.
- Okay.

Tell him I'm coming.

Do you really think there's a chance
they'll just ignore it, though?

I got to go.

This guy texts his wife,
tell her he wants to video-chat.

When he went away, no one had heard of a
computer you could fit in your living room.

Art?

- Where are we, Chris?
- Thirty seconds.

Art, I need a word.

As you can see, Raylan,
we're kind of busy at the moment.

If we get a line on these guys,
can I be the first through the door?

Why? 'Cause of that whack
that punk gave your ex-wife?

Yeah.

For God's sakes, Raylan.

I'm not gonna let you
be on the entry team.

But I'll let you be there
when it goes down.

And then maybe you can make sure
the guy whacks his head

when you put him in the car.

- Happy?
- Yeah.

- Ready, Chief.
- All right,

let's go, Mrs. Reasoner, right here.

- Honey?
- I'm here, Jenny.

Where are you?

I'm at the break room at work.

Frank, please come home.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Well, I don't understand why you're
doing it this way. Why don't you just...

I need to talk to
whoever's in charge.

I imagine we're talking Marshals

'cause I'm violating
my compassionate parole.

But maybe it's the FBI.

Which... Anyway,
whichever one of you's in charge,

I need you to get on the line.

Chief Deputy Art Mullen, Mr. Reasoner.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I love you, Jen.

But now I need you to go outside
so I can have a word with the chief.

Right this way, Mrs. Reasoner.

- Is she gone?
- Just you and me.

Thirty guys in the next room?

Mr. Reasoner, let's talk
about how we can end this business

without anybody else getting hurt.

First of all, you saw the video.

You saw I never intended
for anyone to be hurt.

Well, we saw that it was the kid
that stomped the woman

and that did the shooting.

But you're the one who
brought him along.

Wasn't my first choice.
I can promise you that.

So he was a friend of Bobby Green's?

You boys work fast.

Yeah.

Bobby don't have the
best taste in friends.

But he's a good boy.

Only way I'm coming in

is if you'll promise
to go easy on him.

Well, that's a question
for the US Attorney,

but I'm sure that we can
work something out.

What about the other one, the friend?

Like I said, he's not my friend.

You know, it was me that was
chasing you back in the day.

I thought maybe collaring you
would make my name.

Is that a fact?

I missed you by about an hour
at that flophouse in Memphis.

You remember that?

The one with the Blessed
Virgin wallpaper.

And the plastic drapes.

So that was you.

Well, it looks like the good Lord
is handing you a second chance.

I'm just waiting for the good Lord
to tell me where to go.

You know, I was planning on
getting a good haul

and getting it to Jenny on the sly

and keep pulling jobs
till I went out in a blaze of glory.

Kept saying I wasn't gonna
let myself die on a ventilator

in some hospital room.

Mr. Reasoner...

Tates Creek bridge.

Two hours.

We have what we need?

We'll have cars on either side of the
bridge, plus Tim will be set up.

You got a spot picked out?

There's a big rise next to the road
on the north side,

- makes kind of a natural bird's nest.
- All right.

This guy kind of sounded like he might
want to go out in a blaze of glory.

Suicide by cop?
Saving himself from dying in prison?

- So be ready for that.
- Always.

The tech tell you how long it'd take
to trace that video call?

- Too long.
- Must be why he used it.

Yep.

Something not sitting right with you?

You really think he's gonna be there?

- No.
- No.

How long would it take us
to get up on Reasoner's computer?

I'll get right on it.

Now are you sure you don't want
to be the one wearing this, you know?

Maybe go out with a bang.

Shit, could be your ticket
to a paradise full of virgins.

- We ready to go?
- Five by five.

- You know...
- Frank, Frank, what are you doing? Okay.

On second thought,

beating your ass to death
is a little ambitious health-wise.

Are we really gonna do
this again, man? Okay.

But on the bright side,
you get to go out with a bang.

Now, give my regards to the virgins.

Oh, God...

I can't decide if I
should beat you to death

or leave you drowning in the air
like a landed fish!

You know what? Shit.

- On second thought...
- No.

Carter, come on, man. We've got to go.

That armoured car gets
there before we do,

put the money behind the time lock,
we're shit out of luck.

- How's our man-power situation?
- Down to the felt.

FBI's got the whole office in the field.
We're down to three.

- Including me?
- Four.

- Sorry about that.
- Yeah.

You get into Reasoner's hard drive?

What am I, an asshole?

No.

- Chris created a mirror thing...
- Mirror drive.

Mirror drive of Reasoner's computer.

And we've been through everything
but the games. Haven't found shit.

Not even porn?

Well, we haven't found shit
that would tell us where he might be.

Chief, we just got an anonymous call

saying Bobby Green
and somebody named Carter Hayes

just walked into First Cumberland
in Versailles.

Special Agent Davi,
Special Agent Burnes.

- You're Givens?
- Yep.

They only sent one of you?

- One riot, one ranger.
- Meaning you guys think the call's bogus?

Meaning we're spread so thin right now,
there's no one else left in the office.

What'd you see?

Well, I didn't get a good visual,
but the patrons I did see looked calm.

Last time, they waited in line,
cased the place first.

Basically somebody needs to
go in there casual and take a look.

I'll do that.

The old man's our fugitive, right?

Well, we'll cover the perimeter
in case you need backup.

Sounds like a plan.

Son of a bitch.

Gentlemen, keep your hands
where I can see them.

Nice and easy.

Are you all by yourself, Marshal?

Everybody on the ground!
This is a robbery!

Slowly! Slowly!

I hope you're not counting on
your grandpa to give you backup.

We might have to take him to hell
slightly before his time.

Where's Frank?

He was holding us up.

We left him at the hotel, dying.

Then who tipped us you were here?

- Son of a bitch.
- What?

- Car's gone.
- It got stolen?

Hey, dumb shit, where's the money?

In the car?

Marshal, it's like this.

We're waiting for the armoured car to
get here from the Keeneland racetrack.

Now, it appears to be
running just a couple minutes late,

but when it gets here, we're gonna
take our money and be on our way.

Otherwise,

I'm gonna have to huff and puff.

Okay.

Okay.

Clearly, you're the smart one.

I'm hoping you know what to do now.

And you're the one
who kicks innocent women in the face.

You mean that girl from this morning?

She didn't seem so innocent.

Does she taste as good as she looks?

You know where I'm from, asshole?

No.

Harlan County.

So?

Down there, we know the difference
between dynamite and road flares.

Okay, boys, this is a bank robbery.
It's all yours.

Great. Okay.

Mr. Reasoner.

Guess you didn't believe
I was giving myself up.

Hell, no one did.

But I also didn't believe all that
"blaze of glory" bullshit.

Found all those flight simulators
on your computer,

and then I remembered that you used
to own a plane back in the day.

Figured you were re-familiarising.

I wouldn't do that.

Unless you're rethinking
that "blaze of glory."

Remember I used to teach firearms
back at Glynco.

That why you came out here
all by your lonesome?

'Cause you wanted to give me
the chance to high-noon it?

No, I came out here all by lonesome

'cause everybody at the office is out
fooling around with Bobby Green at the bank

and that guy with the bomb vest.

Was that your plan, send them
there and then dime them to us?

Now, Reasoner,

my knees are not gonna
hold up to a foot chase.

If you run, I'm gonna put
a bullet in that tank.

You remember the end of Jaws?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

Reasoner, don't...

Oh, shit. Asshole.

God damn it.

Reasoner, stop!

Damn!

That shit really necessary?

Bet you wish you'd quit smoking now.
Shit'll kill you.

You got a family, Chief?

Yep. Waiting on our third grandchild.

You love your wife?

Most of the time.

Me, too.

But when you start staring
down that barrel,

you start thinking of all the lives
you never lived.

Where were you headed?

Little fishing village
outside Puerto Vallarta.

To live out my days
in a hut on the beach

drinking beer, mescal,

and getting blowjobs from hookers.

You really think your
ticker's up for all that?

I was willing to give it a try.

Come on, Chief.

There's room for both of us.

I reckon I'd better stay around here.

Well, you were right.

'Course I was right.

I'm wondering if we should be worried
how sure you were

he was planning to just take off
and give everyone the finger.

Ask me again in 20 years.

Whoa. Wait a second.

- When did you get those?
- A couple days ago.

My wife kept complaining
that I couldn't hear her,

and I decided to get them anyway.

You need me to carry that?

- Kiss my ass.
- Seriously,

you want me to take it into the office,
scan the money for you, it's not a problem.

Yeah, that'd be good.

I'm gonna get on home, start pricing
some flights to Puerto Vallarta.

How are we?

Hello to you, too.

Come on, Raylan.
I've been climbing the walls.

Fifteen years ago,
the Fed redesigned the hundred,

changed the colours,
made the portrait bigger.

If your bill was in the cage 20 years,
that means it was printed before that,

so I went through every
hundred in that bag,

and these are the only ones
where the portrait is still small.

So if the bill you took was in the bag,
it has to be one of these.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

- Hurts still?
- Only when I breathe.

You know we're gonna have to
talk about it, sooner or later.

I know.