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NARRATOR:
Previously on Justified...

You're going around offering
large amounts of cash

for properties sight unseen.

Some folks
are under the impression

you boys are here
just to sell pizzas.

You know, I haven't been in this
building since I was a kid.

Mmm.
Used to be a bank.

I just figured you might
want to go at Boyd directly.

No. I want to keep building a
RICO case like we've been doing.

Besides, we don't have to go
at him directly. We got Ava.

'Cause she was so helpful getting
us ahead of the bank robbery.

I found these. Thought they might
be from that bank robbery.

These docs,
were they difficult to find?

You think he set me up?

You think he's got
any reason to suspect you?

I wouldn't have thought so 30 seconds ago.
Just put them back.

You were supposed to find out
where Calhoun's keeping

his cash and steal it,

not raid his filing cabinet.

You check his office
for a secret safe?

'Course.
And his home?

And his mama's home.

The money is there.

You just have to try
a little harder, Boyd.

I know you robbed that bank,

and I know you didn't get
what you wanted.

Just a bunch of land deeds.

One of those deeds
was to Pizza Portal.

My baby girl.
Oh, you're a genius!

♪♪♪

AVA: "Oh, shit.
You're Boyd's girl."

(CHUCKLES)

Like I come in wearing your varsity
letter jacket or something.

Well, maybe you should have.

(CHUCKLES) I don't remember you
ever having a letterman jacket.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

Yeah, I always meant to
get me one of those. Oh.

That's the thing about having
a drug dealer for a daddy.

I never could make it
to practice on time.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Well, I must confess, darlin'.

I thought you would
have tapped out

of this particular bacchanal
long before now.

Huh?

I didn't still think you had this
kind of drinking in you, girl.

You disappointed?

Oh, on the contrary.
I ain't disappointed.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

(GROANS)

Oh. (GRUNTS)

Are you gonna pop
on me, darlin'?

Uh-uh.

You need me to hold your hair back?
(CHUCKLES)

Huh?
No.

I ain't puked up bourbon

since I wore
a cheerleader skirt.

I don't aim to start again now.

Mmm.

Well, I remember thinking

what I wouldn't give

to be a stripe

on that cheerleader skirt.

(CHUCKLES)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BOTH SIGHS)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

Oh.

(SIGHS)

A little early in
the morning to be getting

text messages, ain't it?

Oh, are you
a little bit jealous?

Well, I wouldn't think so.

But now that you mention it...

I'll tell you who it's from if
you promise not to get angry.

Well, my experience,

promises of that nature
tend to be hollow.

But I promise to try my best.

Mmm-hmm.

Pearl called in sick
from the salon.

Ah.

Looks like I got to open.

After drinking whiskey
for six hours.

(CHUCKLES)
Damn, woman.

You the last person
I want cutting my hair.

You might be surprised

what I can do
on a little bourbon buzz.

♪♪♪

Well, I will promise
to hold that thought

Ripped By mstoll

(EMERGENCY BRAKE ENGAGES,
ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(CHUCKLES)

Something funny?

Oh, it's all funny, Raylan.

Funny you sending me
texts with the sunrise,

funny me having to hide them
from my man like a secret agent.

Your man, meaning Boyd?

(SIGHS)

Something about you
this morning,

hard to put a finger on.

Well, I'm shitfaced,
so there's that.

Ava, it's 7:00
in the morning.

(SIGHS) See?

I had plenty of time
to work up to it.

You get any sleep at all?

Been doing what I was appointed.

So, you were up all night
drinking with Boyd.

Uh-huh.

All night, Raylan.

You gonna give me
a daddy lecture,

tell me to keep it
'tween the ditches?

I'll tell you what.

I ain't in any kind
of mood to hear it.

Hangover's already kicked in.

I got elephants marching
around in my skull,

and they're only gonna get
angrier as the clay wears on.

So, how about

we get to whatever it is
you summoned me here for

so I can get back
and nurse my affliction.

What? What is so funny?

Ava, you picked the wrong morning
to show up half in the bag.

Good morning, Ms. Crowder.

Hope we didn't pull you away
from anything too pressing.

Ah, shit.

And this is a writ.

It is outlining the terms

of your confidential
informant arrangement

with the US Attorney's office

where you stipulate
that you will

obtain and relay

relevant information that may lead
to charges against Boyd Crowder.

I know what all it says.

I haven't forgotten
what our arrangement is.

VASQUEZ: Well, I'm really
happy to hear that because

up until now, I'm having
a really hard time

seeing how you're holding up

to your side of the bargain.

It's kind of been
a dry well, Ms. Crowder.

You need to give us something
makes us lean forward.

Otherwise, what are we doing?

I told you I am working on it.

And we heard you.
Our point is...

Point is that
you can throw a stone

into any one of these
shit-packed hollers

and hit some random hillbilly
with more information

than you've been able to
dredge up so far.

I just need time.

I barely been out a couple of weeks.
How am I supp...

"Weeks" is the relevant word
in that sentence, Ms. Crowder.

It has been weeks without
any useful information

from you.

Weeks with crimes
that are happening

that we know little

to nothing about!
Vasquez.

She gets the picture.

Does she?

Look at her. You don't think
you're making an impression?

Ms. Crowder,

I understand you're
feeling under the weather,

and I understand you're
feeling a little picked on,

but you need to understand

if you don't bring us something
relevant and tangible

within the week,
your time as a Cl is done.

You'll be remanded back to prison
to serve out your sentence.

Or die trying, right?

(SIGHS)

You come all the way
to Harlan to threaten me?

Could have made a phone call,
save yourself a trip.

Ava...
No, Raylan.

I understand.

You ain't getting your way
fast enough to suit you,

so you bring
these two assholes up here

to impress upon me
the severity of my situation.

Well, consider myself impressed.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to throw up.

Hmm.

(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 sou!

♪ 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 ♪

That's some big brass
balls right there,

put the money in a pizza joint.

Smart is what it is.

Pre-fabricated vault
on the premises.

Use the delivery service, take
the money out with the pizzas.

CARL: See,
you don't know that.

Makes sense, though, don't it?

Thirty minutes or less, cash,
and a stuffed-crust pie.

CARL: Fact is, we don't know how
Calhoun's getting the money in and out.

Don't even know
it's Calhoun's money.

EARL: Man, who the hell
else is it gonna be?

Fact is, we don't know shit.

The more you all talk about
it, the more my head hurts.

Did you get me that
cheeseburger like I asked?

It's on the bar, chief.

♪♪♪

Gentlemen, we open
for business today?

Little early for a snort,
ain't it?

Doesn't seem to have
stopped you all.

Yeah, well, it's our bar.

And, uh, who in the hell
are you?

My name's Ty Walker.

And if I've come
at a bad time...

Mr. Walker,
I'm nursing a hangover

as a result of one of the best
evenings I've spent

in a long time.

As such, I don't have
the bandwidth

for casual conversation.

Now, a man doesn't walk into
a bar the way you just did

unless he has something
important to discuss.

So, what say we get to it?

You got Buffalo Trace?

Earl.

(SIGHS)

I come with no more lofty

an aim than to apprise
you of the situation

in which you find yourself.

Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

♪♪♪

When you robbed that
bank the other day,

that... That was a solid
piece of trade craft.

But I don't come
to blow your skirts up,

what geniuses you all are.

My point is,
somewhere along the way,

you got the idea
you were taking money

from that sad sack Calhoun,

which, frankly,
wouldn't bother me a bit.

But that's not the actual fact.

As it happens, you robbed
the man I work for.

And while my employer is fair

and patient on the whole,

he's no weak sister
nor a man to be trifled with.

Say... Say he functions
at a different level

than maybe you're used to.

I don't know, skippy. We're used
to a whole lot around here.

Carl.

I'm just a weather vane,
Mr. Crowder.

I don't make the wind blow.

I'm saying, you find a way
to counsel patience,

desist coming after
what doesn't belong to you,

and everybody wins...

Town, county, and state.

Now, that being said,

you insist upon the track
thus far set upon,

there will be consequences.

You done?

Damn, son. You like to talk
as much as I do.

Well, Mister...
What was your name?

Walker.

Mr. Walker,

well, maybe I did
the things you think I did,

and maybe I didn't.

Either way, I don't
give a shit about you

or the fella you work for.

Now, many a man
come through that door,

ringing a similar bell.

Most of those men are dead
now in one way or another.

Well, I certainly got no desire to
end up like all those other men.

As I said...
BOYD: Ah, ah.

You're just a weather vane.
I heard you.

Now, you come here,
said what you needed to say,

and interrupted my repast
in the process.

Now, if I couldn't finish
my hamburger in peace,

I'm damn sure gonna finish
my french fries that way.

Carl?

CARL: You best get to
walking, Mr. Walker.

You and your beard.
(CHUCKLES)

For your hospitality.

Hope you boys enjoy
the rest of your day.

♪♪♪

Shit!

How in the hell we supposed to get
a look inside that pizza place,

now he knows all surfaces?

You got something
you want to say to me?

What, about you
and AUSA Napoleon

bullying my Cl and generally
getting up in my shit?

No, I can't think of a thing.

You need to bear in mind

we're up in your shit
for a reason.

Well, as long as
there's a reason.

Saying, your CI
ain't the only one

not delivering on Boyd Crowder.

Hey. I thought
we were taking our time.

"It's a RICO case, Raylan.
All eyes watching.

"Think long game."
All of that.

I'm the bloodhound, boss. You're
the one holding the leash.

(SIGHS)

You have no idea.

Ain't easy, huh?

It's a bitch running
that office with you out here

running around all untethered.

Rachel, you start to missing me,

you don't got to take it out
on my CI, mess up my work.

You want to babysit me, fine.

Come out with me,
ride the high country.

Don't be acting like
I'm some civvy housewife

you're taking
for a ride-along, either.

Take it how you want.

Are you coming to the next thing
or am I driving you back?

The next thing being what?

Fella named Luther,
runs the explosive cage

at obsidian mine shaft.

I was gonna stop by,
yank his chain a bit.

You know him?

We dug coal together.

And that helps us how?

When we dug coal together,

we dug coal with Boyd Crowder.

Yeah, well, check down that main
shaft, Bill, and get back to me.

All right.

(CAR DOORS CLOSING)

Raylan!

Well, you ain't changed a jot
or a tittle since we last.

Well, now, you're a little
grayer around the temples.

Must be keeping away
from that 'shine.

Found it didn't agree with me.

Yeah, Raylan used to
drown hisself in 'shine

this colored boy'd bring
up from Stillwater.

Like to set your balls on fire.

Now, he'd go read a book
at lunch time,

but when that Flintstone
whistle end of the day come,

he was the first one
cracking them mason jars.

Last one drunk, as I recall.
Heh.

You was a skinny
little minny, too.

I never sussed
how you managed that.

Poured most of it in the plants

when you boys weren't looking.

Well, shit.

I always said you was smart.

Smart enough to
get out, anyways.

Lucky might have had
something to do with it, too.

Then again, here I am.

LUTHER: Lucky. That's one
thing I ain't ever been.

You don't know what it was
like around here.

And it ain't getting
any better, either.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Which one is the logbook you
keep track of your explosives

and det cord?

LUTHER: Let me see. Uh... Never mind.
This must be it.

You were saying?

LUTHER: Oh. Heh.

Well, you took off,
and I married Layla,

and shit just went
downhill from there.

We kept house as best we could,

but it just got to be too much.

And I got to drinking.

And, well, I raised
a hand to her one time.

Just one time.

She takes off without so much
as a G-F-Y for good measure.

Left me with
a little boy to raise.

No shit.

I got a daughter,
just a tad still,

but it changes you.

Yeah, well, boys is
a whole other story, uh...

You mind telling me what you're
digging around for there?

I assume you didn't come here
to talk about old times.

The reason why we're
interested in your logbooks...

Have you had any explosives
come up missing last few weeks?

Not that I know of,
and I'd be the one to know.

You sure?

'Cause I'm looking at
your check-in figures

for Emuline 33
det cord last month,

and the check-out figures
for this month...

You know what? The figures
don't quite add up.

Well, maybe your math is wrong.

Maybe you forgot to carry
a one or something.

Well, I don't claim to be
Stephen Hawking, Luther,

but fundamental addition
and subtraction,

I can speak to some mastery of.

And right here,

there's a signature signing
off on the discrepancy,

last name Kent.

This you, Luther?

Okay. Now we know
where Boyd gets his Emulex.

What?

It's not like
they didn't get along,

but Boyd and Luther didn't
run together back when.

You've been gone a long time.

Maybe they, you know, rekindled
their romance or whatever.

Maybe.
There's one way to find out.

Wrap them up,
take them home for a sit-down.

Okay. That's the second time
you've given me the scowly face.

What is the problem?

Something ain't right.
The way he's acting.

I don't know.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Brooks.

Say where, now?

Okay. I'll tell him.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

You want to guess
where your Cl is right now?

♪♪♪

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

AVA: Oh! Oh!

Oh! (SPUTTERS)

Uh!

I guess I must be
the clumsiest girl

the good Lord ever gave life to.

Y'all have a ladies' room?

BARTENDER:
...get you another one?

MAN: Yeah.
I'll have the same thing.

♪♪♪

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(METAL CLANGS)

CHOO-CHOO:
Can I help you, Miss?

Oh. What in the world
is that thing?

(CHUCKLING) I never seen
anything like that before.

You don't spend
much time in banks, huh?

Well, I don't know.
I've been in banks.

I just never saw a pizza
place with a... A...

(SIGHS) What is that?

It's a bank vault.

This place used to be a bank.

That's its vault.

Oh.

Well, what do they
do in there now?

Do they cook pizzas
in it or something?

(SCOFFS) No, they don't
cook pizzas in it.

It's more like a...

What do you call it?
A curiosity.

It is that. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, what's your name?

Mundo.

Sometimes they call me
Choo-Choo.

Choo-choo.
I never heard that before.

I like trains.

Is that right?
WALKER: Choo-choo.

What are we doing, bub?

Hi. (CHUCKLES)

I was on my way to the
ladies' room and got lost.

I, uh, found myself down here.

I just can't believe
you have this whole big thing

and you don't have, like,
tours or something.

Ladies' is upstairs.

Mundo, will you show
our guest the way?

Let's get you up
where you were going.

All right, then.

It was nice meeting you,
I guess.

Likewise.

Hey, you got
a number or something

that I could reach you by in
case you want to come take,

like, a real actual
tour or something?

Oh, I think I can find you.

All right.

Well, you ought to think
about doing that sometime.

Okay. I will, then.

All right.

Hey, I never did
catch your name!

It's Ava. Ava Randolph.

(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)
So long, Ava Randolph.

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES,
ENGINE STARTS)

THE PIG:
Man, you gotta zoom ii.

Man, I know that.

You... You just gotta
spread your fingers.

Just give it here.

Darker than shit. I wish
she'd have used the flash.

I guess she was
trying to stay all,

you know, clandestine.

Yeah, I mean,
I wish she could have.

You know something? I believe
we've got them outnumbered.

Just 'cause there
was only two of them

don't necessarily mean
there's only two of them.

No, look. Three beds.

Yeah, see?
There's a certain technique

to photo surveillance.
BOYD: There's five of them.

How you figure?

Two more bed rolls
against the wall.

Five men, three beds.

You think we're dealing
with something untoward?

I think they're
sleeping in shifts.

Shit.

Wait. What's that mean?

Means we want to
get to that vault,

even in the middle of the night,

we gonna have to
step over bodies.

When I signed on to this job,

it sounded like easy money.

Now all of a sudden,
it's all World War III.

BOYD: You want to quit?

'Cause, Earl, you welcome
to step off this train

anywhere along the line.

No. You'll have to excuse
my little brother, Boyd.

Sometimes he ain't got
much of a filter

between his head and his mouth'

But, uh, push comes to shove,
ain't no way he wants out.

Right?

Right.

Which is fortunate, I figure,

seeing how it's already
gonna be a trick for us

to get to that vault where defenders
outnumber attackers five to four.

I can't even imagine
what it would be like

if our number fell to three.

Well, getting to it
ain't the half.

Vault's something called
an Excelsior 5200.

I saw one like it
once in Kuwait.

Had a dent in the door where a tank
shell hit it, couldn't bust through.

What's that mean?

Well, Earl, for starters,

it means I'm gonna
need you to get me

a hell of a lot more Emulex.

Got an address?

Okay.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)
What?

Well, Luther Kent's
got a couple of priors,

nothing to connect him to Boyd
the team can find. But...

But what?

Three years ago, he got popped for
a DUI when he clipped a billboard.

Staties say he was trying to
switch seats with the passenger,

make it look like
he was driving.

The passenger was his son,
Tyler Kent.

MAN ON TV: Of course, if you'd like to
come in here with no questions asked...

BOY ON TV: That's right.
MAN: ...then you haven't met me yet.

(COUGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
It's open.

Damn, Tyler. What are you
doing to yourself in here?

Dude, I just hit
level 29 on this bitch.

Oh. The sky is the limit now.

Hey! Come on, now!
Got to talk business, man.

Need your expert hand
up the mine.

No, I can't do it, bro. I told you.
It's a one-time deal.

ATF's tight with the books and
it could get daddy in trouble.

You need to worry less
about your daddy

and a little more about
your debt to me.

Boyd needs more boom,
and a shitload of it.

The good news is, you deliver,

we gonna take care
of you and your daddy.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Man, y'all looking to get shot?

Lord, I hope not. Was one
of you gonna shoot us?

You better get your asses
off the premises.

Else maybe I'll pop you
for trespassers.

Don't do that, Tyler. It'll
break your daddy's heart

any which way this story ends.

Bad enough he's got to cover
you stealing his Emulex

and for this hilljack
asswaffle, no less.

Hey, badge or no badge, you got no
right coming here, talking shit.

Actually, we got all
that right and more.

Yeah?

Well, how 'bout you come out from behind
that pussy badge and I show you...

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Sit your ass down.

(EARL GROANING)
RAYLAN: Now...

We still got a problem,

or you want to reconsider
your earlier position?

(COUGHING)

You don't know me,

but I know your pop since
we was younger than you.

Told me he had a son.

I confess, I thought he meant
just a tad like my own kid.

I guess I started later in
life, but that's on me.

Anyways, he's worried
about you, Tyler,

and I suppose I am, too.

Find you've been in charge of some
shady bookkeeping at the mine,

such that the ATF might want
to start a whole circus up.

Before I saw you got company,

I was gonna take you back to
Lexington, have a little chat,

see if I could help you
get in front of this thing.

Yeah, well, I got company.

Right.

So, here's what I'm thinking.

Why don't you two finish whatever
it is you got cooked up.

And say the second you steer
clear of this numb nuts,

I want you to give me a call,
and we'll have that chat.

Call that number. Anytime.

Okay, then.

Y'all be good, now.

Hey, you okay?

EARL: No, I'm not
goddamn okay!

Son of a bitch like to
crush my nuts into paste.

Well, now you see why
I can't help you.

He's talking ATF, man!

Don't smart me right now, Tyler.

It might make me hurt you.

And you don't like it
when I hurt you, do you?

No.
Good.

'Cause I got us a new plan
to get that Emulex.

And the good news in this plan,

you ain't got to lie to nobody.

(DOOR CLOSES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Earl, you back already?

Earl?

(GROANING)

Maybe we should
leave the guns here.

To do what, man? How we supposed
to do a hold-up with no guns?

Well, I just... I don't
want to see my daddy hurt.

Well, that there's
all the more reason.

Gun in his face, less chance
he's gonna try to be a hero.

And if you think about it, it's
really for his protection.

And, wait, we have
to knock him around?

(SIGHS) You want it to look
right, don't you? Yeah.

Far as he knows, two guys in
masks busted in, touched him up,

grabbed the keys
to the Emulex shed.

Okay. The cops see
bruises on him,

goes a long way convincing
them he wasn't in on it. Yeah.

Again, it's for his protection.

(SCOFFS) Man.

You know what I wouldn't
give to pull a mask on,

take a few free pokes
at my daddy?

(TYLER LAUGHS)

EARL: Let's go.

Well, I guess we know why they
stopped at a five-and-dime.

Halloween come early.

You think they think
if we don't hear their voices,

we won't know
who's under those masks?

Were you boys not listening when
I said we followed you here?

All right.
Let's start over.

Guns down, hands up.
You first, Mr. "Pussy Badge."

What if I say no?
Earl, maybe we ought...

Shut up, bitch!
This don't concern you.

RAYLAN: Earl.

Earl?

You really need me to
run down all the "or elses“?

Actually, I was hoping you'd
try grabbing my prick again,

see if it goes the same way
now I'm paying attention.

I ain't gonna grab it.
I'm just gonna shoot it off.

You understand me, Earl?
I'm gonna shoot your dick off.

Since stealing explosives falls
under terrorism now, right?

Yeah.
We got nothing to lose.

RACHEL: We just want to know
who the Emulex is for.

Name will do.
Save us a lot of body bags.

Earl? How do you think
your daddy's! feel

about his only boy

living the rest
of his life as a snitch?

I think he'd like to see him live the
rest of his life. Ain't that so, Luther?

LUTHER: I don't know.

I always said I'd never see a
son of mine die down a mine.

Least here, he could punch
out looking up at the stars.

Be kind of like floating away.

You're not really
gonna let this happen.

What if I said I took
the Emulex, Raylan?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR HINGES SQUEAK)

Have you seen Chinatown, Boyd?

(BOYD INHALES DEEPLY)
(SHEARS SNAP)

(BOYD GRUNTS)

That's your second warning.

There won't be a third.

See, we need to hear you say it.

That you understand.

I understand.

All right, then.

That was smart, sending that
smoke show to do your recon.

Figure everybody's
too busy looking at her

to see where she's looking.

Wonder if that'll still work when
she's not so easy to look at.

(DOOR HINGES CREAK,
DOOR CLOSES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Miss?

Apologies for the intrusion.

Uh, can I help you?

I hope you won't find me too
bold asking to be invited in

for a quick word
this fine evening?

I'm sorry.
I don't know you.

I'm not generally inclined to...

Not generally inclined to invited
strange men into your house?

Well, I'd say

it's a good thing you
and I are some acquainted.

I'll only need a few minutes
of your time, Ms. Crowder.

Now, you got anything
to drink in there?

(GROANS)

You know, I grew up
in Kentucky my life entire,

yet I never developed
a taste for bourbon.

Even the smell turns
something in me sour.

Well, if I had known
I was having company,

I could have had something
more to your taste.

Oh, I could have called.

But somehow, I didn't imagine
that'd have quite the same impact.

Now we know where you're from
and your preference in liquor.

You think maybe you could
tell me who the hell you are?

Ava...

You mind if I call you Ava?

(SCOFFS)
If I do mind,

I'll just add it to the list of
things I'm holding against you.

Ava, I've known
my share of criminals.

It's an ugly part of my past
that I hope to remedy

by investing more wisely
in the future.

Well, you're off to a bang-up
start kidnapping me.

Wasn't my choice, I assure you.

Whose was it, then? His?

It was yours.

Come to reconnoiter
my place of business,

living some fantasy outlaw life,

just you and Boyd
against the world.

Sounds like you know
a thing or two about it.

I know for a woman to
survive in this line of work,

she's got to be harder
than the men,

ready to do the things
they won't.

I know women
who have that in them.

My question is,

are you that kind of woman, Ava?

Because if you ain't,

then you'll never be
more than a token,

something that can be
threatened or hurt

just to keep your man in line.

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE,
CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

RAYLAN: You know you're looking down the
barrel of federal terrorism charges,

your little act
of noblesse oblige here.

I suppose that's
my cross to bear, then.

But why, Luther? I told you.
We're after Boyd.

You mean you're after
my boy giving him up.

What kind of life do you
think there is around here

for the man who flips
on Boyd Crowder?

Did you know Tyler wanted
to go to Big Sandy JC,

study X-ray tech,
but I couldn't afford it?

Figured this way, at least he
can say I give him something.

Luther, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but your son is beyond helping.

And that story of yours
about putting him up to it,

that ain't gonna hold water.

Tyler is going down
for this. The end.

Now, if you want to volunteer

to take the fall with him,

I'm sure we can free up
some space

at the Harlan County
Detention Center.

You can hold his hand
while he awaits arraignment.

But you think you're gonna
climb up on a cross

and pay for his sins,
you're a fool.

You're a fool.
You understand?

You say you got
a baby girl of your own?

That's right.
Well, right now,

I reckon she's not
much more than a lump

that cries and shits
and makes baby noises.

It's like you've met her.

Yeah, and you're gonna
tell me that absent

even any personality she
might one day cultivate,

there ain't one thing
in this world

you wouldn't do for that gob?

That don't stop, son.

And it don't get any easier.

You'll see.

Yeah. We're done.

WALKER: Hello, again, Boyd.

Oh, Mr. Walker.

Well, now that I'm
feeling more myself,

I sure do wish I had
a second chance

to make a first impression.

But I get the distinct feeling

you ain't the person
I'm here to talk to.

Nice to meet you, sir.

My name is Boyd Crowder.

We've met.

Well, in that case, I'm afraid
you have me at a disadvantage.

My name's Avery Markham.

Guess I can't blame you
for not remembering.

Last time I saw you, you
were no bigger than minute.

Nine, 10 years old.

Peacocking around your daddy

like you thought you was
already a full-grown bad man.

I recognize you now,
Mr. Markham.

That being said,

I still don't recall
being bounced on your knee.

Nevertheless, it, uh,

seems that I owe you an apology.

Like I said,

I can't blame you
for not remembering.

No, sir.

The apology that I owe
is for my craven attempt

to pilfer that which
rightfully belongs to you.

As defense, I offer

only my ignorance.

Meaning you thought you were

stealing from Calhoun?

Yes, sir. I did.

And now you know
the prize in question

belongs to me.

That, I do.
Mmm-hmm.

And any, uh, plan
that I had for my next attempt

should be considered
abandoned as foolhardy...

Not to say, unworthy.

Hmm.

I hope you'll understand
when I say

I don't want to see either
of you at the Portal again.

Next time you want
a slice, order in.

Have it here in 30 minutes,
or it's free.

And if I see you in my place
of business again...

I'll kill you.

Come to it...

I guess you ain't
all that big now.

Grown...

But still just playing pretend.

(SIGHS) Ma'am.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) RACHEL:
I'm heading back to the office.

You coming or staying?

I'm staying.
See how this shakes out.

What about the other one,
Boyd's little minion, Earl?

You rolling him out, too?

I was gonna lei him go.

Send him back to Boyd jumpy,

get him all spun up
before I swoop back down

on my white horse.

That's actually how you see
this going down, isn't it?

Why not?
Worked for Gary Cooper.

Picking up Tyler on the Emulex
is the beginning.

But if he doesn't flip and you
kicking Earl back to Boyd...

(SIGHS)

I guess this is my way of saying

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I do, too.

WYNN: Mikey, once again,

talking while I'm in here
can lead to unevenness

in my facial tone.

It's Crowder.

Fine.

Tell him I'll call him
after my session.

MIKEY: He wants
a sit-down tonight

Wants Mrs. Hale here, too.

He's coming here?

Did he say why?

Just said I better tell Mrs.
Hale to get her ass over here...

His words.

I guess if he's looking to hit
us, he wouldn't call ahead.

Unless he wants
to "high noon“ it.

Have us get Katherine over here
so we're all in one place.

He also told me to get him
a room for the night.

A room?
What he said.

What the... (SIGHS)

So, what should I do?

Call Katherine. Have her
get her ass over here.

And then call the from desk,

hope to hell
they have a vacancy.

And when you search Crowder,

make sure you get
his cigarettes.

(DOOR OPENS)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I found the money.

Mighta found it
a whole lot sooner

you'd been straight
with me from the jump.

You want a drink, Boyd?

I want to know why
you didn't tell me

we were robbing Avery Markham.

Wynn, drink?

I'm rehydrating.

Okay.

(ICE CLINKING)

I was worried if I told you,
you might not take the job.

Because of Markham's reputation

or because he used to be
your husband's partner?

He was much more than that.

Well, that sounds like a story.

KATHERINE: It had its moments.

Well, as a man with a keen
regard for history,

I'd normally be
more than happy to hear it.

But right now, Katherine,

I find myself more
concerned with the present

Meaning? What is your
relationship with him now?

No offense, Boyd,

but if I really wanted
to set you up,

I'm sure I could find
an easier way.

That ain't what I asked.

I'm sleeping with him.

That's how I knew he was
moving back into Kentucky,

and that's how I knew
to put you onto his realtor.

Huh.
Hmm.

(LAUGHS)

Woman, how do you see this
playing out in your mind?

You think he's not gonna
put it together

that you were in on
ripping him off?

Avery Markham's
not a man to sit still

while someone takes what's his,

let them go live the good life

somewhere on his dime.

WYNN: So, you're out, right?
That's what you're saying?

I mean, let's just set aside
all this poetic, down-home,

hillbilly bullshit.

Bottom line is
you're backing down.

BOYD: Oh, I ain't
backing down.

I'm gonna rob him.

And then I'm gonna stick a
bullet in your boyfriend's head.

You know what, Boyd?

From the moment I met you,

I just knew you were
the man of my dreams.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

You get her to come clean?

Clean as she's gonna come.

How you doing, darlin"?

Better now.

Just laying here thinking.

Those men coming
after us like that.

Ava, that ain't never
gonna happen again.

I know.

I don't doubt you, Boyd.

Good. Don't.

But I do have to wonder,
now that it's quiet...

How much money are we
talking about here?

And how are you planning on
going after it,

given their actions?

I thought you said
you trusted me.

I do.

Then how come you need
to know the particulars

about how I go about
my business?

I'm scared, Boyd.
You can't see that?

They came into my home.

And I told you

you ain't gonna have to worry
about that again, Ava.

What if we just ran?

Just lit out?

Start over, do...

I don't know, anything else.

Why not?

Ava, I ain't leaving
here with nothing.

You have me.
Do I?

(SIGHS) Last night
was beautiful.

But if I'm being
honest with you, Ava,

since you got out,

sometimes I feel like I don't
know who you are anymore.

(SIGHS)

Tell you what.

You come on over here,

and I'll remind you.

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