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Previously on Justified...

Drew Thompson pancaking
into that driveway...

That was the day cocaine
came to Harlan County.

Where the hell is Drew Thompson?

What I want is
for you to find out

why our sales have dropped off.

This church is the reason.

Why are you here, newcomers?

You all come to watch
the hillbilly with the snakes?

Or did you come to be saved?

"Do not believe every
spirit, but test the spirits!"

Everybody in that church
was smiling ear to ear

except for his sister.

Now, we find out
what it is she wants,

and these flood
waters will recede.

You're new around here.

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

What, I got to fight again?

In the right light, you could
be considered attractive.

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

How come you don't keep
the snakes in here to sleep?

Billy's room's warmer.

Oh, that's your
brother's room, huh...

The one you're sneaking
out of in the dead of the night?

I sing hymns over him

until his brain's quiet
enough to let him rest.

So that's all you
were doing in there...

Just tucking in your brother...

Him and all his serpents?

Way you riled him up, I'm
surprised he got to sleep at all.

I came in here earlier tonight

thinking that your brother
was running his own show,

thinking he was the
man I needed to talk to

if I was gonna have any peace.

But it turns out that
he's a true believer.

But you...

Why, you're the brains.

What's that?

What's it look like?

Like the 30 pieces of silver the high
priest Caiaphas gave to Judas Iscariot.

Well, think of it as a donation
from a concerned parishioner

who'd like to see your brother
shift focus away from me and mine.

I'm afraid you've
misjudged me, Mr. Crowder.

I would never tell my brother
how to spread the good word.

How about where to spread it?

Now, that's a
different conversation.

It's a more expensive one.

It's good to know

we both speak the same tongues.

The thing is...

I don't get shaken down.

Don't think of it
as a shakedown.

Billy deserves a pulpit
that can't be folded up

and put in the back of a truck.

You want us gone, you're gonna
have to build us a place to go.

Well, then, ma'am, I apologize
for simply wasting your time.

I know why you
keep misjudging us.

Do tell.

Unlike the rest of these
sorry souls around here...

We're not afraid of you.

Well, in that case, ma'am,

I think we've
misjudged each other.

You awake?

I am now.

Since when do you
sleep in your clothes?

Couldn't figure out a way to
keep a gun in my undershorts.

Since when do you
sleep with a gun?

Since I found out the
woman I've been seeing

has a husband I couldn't
knock down with a hammer.

He's not my husband anymore.

I ain't asking.

I'm telling you.

I divorced him when he
got put away this last time.

I had him pegged as a con.

That, or maybe a fighter.

Actually, he's both. I mean,
fighting's his real calling.

We just never made
much money at it.

How did he make his money?

The old-fashioned way.

He stole it?

We stole it.

That's your deep,
dark secret, huh?

If it's not, I'd hate to think
of what else I'd be hiding.

What was the deal?

You guys picking pockets,
robbing liquor stores?

I'd get next to a guy,

find out what he
had worth taking,

and Randall would take it.

Simple.

Always figured the
simpler we kept it,

the less chance it'd go wrong.

But it did go wrong, huh?

Yeah.

And no. I mean, the
scam itself was fine.

The problem came

when Randall decided
he didn't like the idea

these guys had been

putting their
hands on me, and...

Ended up beating
one half to death.

Which is why he went
to prison and you didn't.

Yeah.

Well...

I know I feel better,
knowing all this.

You one of those guys who
loses interest in a woman

once he realizes she can't
wear white to her wedding?

I'd like to think not.

I was hoping if I came clean,
you'd understand I reformed.

Maybe even...

see your way clear to
forgiving me my trespasses.

Yeah?

I guess it just depends.

On what?

How bad were you?

I was pretty bad.

Still am sometimes.

I guess the only
question I'm still asking is

if Randall beat the
shit out of some guy

for rubbing on you,
how's he gonna react

when he finds out
what we've been doing?

I'll tell you what I
just told Randall.

I don't owe him shit.

So, do you think that
you could forget about him

just long enough
that we could get back

to what we were doing
when he interrupted us?

I can give it a shot.

Carrot didn't work.
Means it's time for the stick.

Aah!

Jimmy! Don't move! Jimmy!

Oh, shit. They're
everywhere. Jimmy! Shit!

Get out of there!

Jimmy.

Stop firing!

Get up! Aah! Aah!

Holy...

♪ On this lonely road

♪ Trying to make it home

♪ Doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

♪ I'm fighting for my soul

♪ God get at your boy

♪ You try to bogard
Fall back, I go hard

♪ On this lonely road
Trying to make it home

♪ Doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

♪ I see them long,
hard times to come ♪

Boyd! Did you send
that preacher packing?

What the hell happened?

I think a snake bit him.

Thank you.

Call Johnny. Tell him to get a hold of
that doc he uses from physical therapy.

Johnny's not answering.

I tried him before I
decided to come here.

Well, go find a doctor.

Tell him to get a hold of some
antivenom and bring his ass here!

Where am I supposed
to find a doctor?

The free clinic in Evarts.

Go!

Hold on, son. You're
lucky to be alive.

Where the hell is Johnny?

Jesus. I hope that
ain't necessary.

She said I took her by surprise,

showing up the way I did,
and where am I staying?

We got things to discuss.

I know, Randall.

I was standing right next
to her when she called you.

Turns out she just needed to know
where to send her big, bad deputy marshal.

Jesus. You living
out of this locker?

Showering here, sleeping in
your car, something like that?

Well, I was gonna try to sleep
on the couch in Emanuel's office,

but it turns out he's
doing that himself. Mmm.

Thinks sleeping in the gym
will turn him into Cus D'Amato.

You know who that is?

Where'd you do
your bit... Glades?

This last one...
Okaloosa, mostly.

That's near Pensacola?

Nicer than Glades from the
outside, but the tiers were shit.

I used to work out
of the Miami office.

Didn't get up north much.

Yeah, I grew up
down near Glades...

West of Belle Glade,
out near Immolakee.

Prefer it up north, though. Better
class of people, by and large.

You, uh, move up north
once you started fighting?

You ever do any? Boxing?

Cage fighting. Not lately.

Nowadays, you want to
compete with these guys,

even as a puncher,
you got to be able

to know how to do that Brazilian
stuff, maybe a little chop suey.

I came at it way too late to
develop any real technique.

That's why you're getting
your stake together,

get into fighter management.

Get Lindsey to run the old scam,

rip off some fella
does backyard fights,

name of Hoppus or Kopas?

I guess she told you a lot, huh?

She told me a little bit.

It was late. We
were in my bedroom.

So we didn't talk as
much as we should've.

I paid my debt.

Hers, too, when
you think about it.

You paid part of your debt.

Not my fault the State
can't afford to keep us.

No. We got to reserve
space for the guys

that pose a genuine
danger to society.

You read my jacket?

Know the part about your
jacket that surprised me?

Conditions of your release prohibit
you from leaving the State of Florida.

And yet, here you are.

Gonna tell my P.O. on me.

That's not so big
and bad after all.

I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you till
about... Well, let's say 6:00.

Get your shit out of that locker

and get your ass back
on the road to Florida,

or I'm gonna send you back.

Up to you if it's
in cuffs or a box.

You read what I
did to the last old boy

tried to make time with my wife?

Skimmed it. Something
about a coma.

No, I marked him.

Now, anytime anybody sees
that little greaser gimp around,

hears the punch-drunk
way that he talks,

what they're seeing
and hearing is me.

Hmm. What I made him.

So how about at 6:00 this p.m.,

I put a little limp in
that Gary Cooper walk,

write my name all over
that pretty face of yours?

How's that sound?

Sounds like we got a date.

Oh, come! I'll come back.

No, Raylan. Join us.

It can wait. I'll just, uh...

Raylan! Join us.

Rachel here was just
about to explain to me

why she didn't call for backup

while she was affecting
the arrest of a violent fugitive.

And I figure since that's your area
of expertise, you could weigh in.

Like it says, by the
time I made him,

he was already standing over me.

There was no way to
call without him seeing.

You with us so
far? It's all very...

But Drew Thompson,
Tim told me, come in...

She's after this Andre Devoe...

Apparently goes to this diner
whenever he wants to visit his mama.

But she didn't actually make him

until he was close
enough to touch.

Yesterday, I went
there looking for him.

I went back this morning
'cause I liked the French toast.

And then, to make matters worse,

she went to the ladies' room.

I was trying to get some
distance so I could call it in.

You should at least
approve of that.

I'm supposed to approve
of you trapping yourself

in a confined space with
one door and no windows.

How many times
has Wyatt Earp here

put himself in positions
like that and worse,

and how many reprimands
have you written him?

Oh, he's a lost cause.

I still have some hope for you.

What a good example you've set.

Drew Thompson?

Thompson's widow.

Remarried six months
after Drew hit the side...

I mean, didn't hit the sidewalk.

I knew what you meant.

That's why it took
some doing to find her.

Thought at first she might
be in the wind with him.

You know, just playing
the grieving widow

until the cops and the news
people moved on to another story,

and then fold up the tent
and change her name.

That's actually a decent plan.

Thank you for saying so.

She still married? Divorced.

Why don't you and Tim ride
down to Masterson station,

see how she reacts to you
un-breaking the news of Drew's demise?

All righty.

Oh, and, Raylan? Yes.

At the time of his death,
Drew Thompson was wanted

in a sealed federal
witness warrant.

What'd he witness?

Well, I don't know. That's
what "sealed" means.

Admit it... You're getting a little
bit of a marshal stiffy yourself.

Maybe. If you get it unsealed.

Hoping for some
movement on that later today.

If my stiffy lasts much longer,

I'm gonna have to
consult my physician.

What's your opinion? On
your stiffy? I don't have one.

No. On what's
going on with Rachel.

If I had one, I sure as
hell wouldn't tell the boss.

Mr. Crowder, I feel like

I made it clear last
time we were together.

I'm not looking for a partner.

You made it clear that you weren't
looking for a partner you can't trust.

I can trust you?

Do you have any idea
what Boyd would do to me

if he knew I was here?

Unless he sent you.

He didn't.

Yeah.

Well, comforting as that is,

I keep remembering
our mutual pal Devil,

who assured myself
and Mr. Quarles

that he could count
on your support

in his move against your cousin,

and I keep thinking, if
that had worked out for him,

we probably would've
heard something by now.

Mr. Duffy? Yeah.

I can walk with this
cane, but it hurts.

It's so much easier

just to roll around
in my damn chair.

Boyd put me in that chair.

I always heard it was his
daddy's shotgun that did that.

I was the heir apparent.

Boyd has never been
nothing but a thorn

in his daddy's fat ass.

So, now, how is
it that he's the one

that's gonna get everything?

Boys.

Would you excuse us?

Mr. Crowder, as
strange as this sounds...

I want to believe you.

So, what if I were to give
him to you, serve him up?

When you say him,
you mean... Boyd.

Okay. And when you say
"serve him up," you mean...

What if I were to
help you kill him?

Um, I could... I could
take him to an E.R.,

say I found him on
the side of the road.

You're wasting time. Do it.

Do you want a belt, son?

All right. Open your mouth.

That's it.

I got to admit, I was hoping she'd
be out here when we pulled up,

tell us that the spirits told
her that we were coming.

Have you been
drug tested lately?

You didn't even
open the file, did you?

I have a lot on my mind.

Yeah. You hide it well.

This woman has
got 17 fraud arrests.

Plus, the LPD's investigating
a series of recent burglaries

at the homes of
several of her clients.

What does that mean, "clients"?

Don't tell me why
you're here. Ma'am?

The reason might be
different than what you think,

and I don't want you
to confuse my reading.

Well, actually, ma'am,
I'm Deputy Marshal...

Didn't I just say
not to tell me?

Yes.

Please, come in.

She's a psychic.

Uh, a certified spiritualist.

Certified by who?

Y'all familiar with
psychometry...

Extra-sensory perception
through physical contact?

I saw a movie once

where Walken shakes
Martin Sheen's hand,

sees him start World War Ill.

You're a skeptic.

You get that a lot?

I used to ask myself all the time
if these feelings I got were real.

And you know what
I finally realized?

People don't come see me because
they want to make a connection

with someone
from the other side.

They come to me for solace,
and that's what I give them.

And they give you
their life savings?

That's why you're here.

Because some
ambitious prosecutor

has decided yet again to
charge me with theft by deception.

Actually, ma'am, marshals
don't investigate theft of any kind.

We chase fugitives, one
of whom has led us here.

You don't see him
somewhere around us?

Not so clearly.

Surprising, considering you
used to be married to him.

Oh, if you're
looking for Bradley,

then you should get a hold of that
little whore that works in his office.

Shouldn't be hard
to find her number...

Just go in any men's room.

It'll be scrawled on the wall.

Bradley's your
husband? Ex-husband.

We ain't looking for him.

I don't understand.

We're looking for
your other husband.

Former husband.

Drew's dead.

Well, you may be more
qualified to know that.

All we know for certain is his
body didn't hit that street in Corbin.

He may be dead some other way.

Have you been in touch
with Drew in the last 30 years?

Would you happen to
have any photos of him?

No.

Packed them all away.

They got lost in
one of the moves.

Any reason to believe
he could be alive?

If he is, some bad
people are looking for him.

First place they
may come is here.

I see so much death around you.

Both of you.

Ma'am, we don't
have time for this.

You're doing
something later today,

something you
know you shouldn't.

But you're gonna do it anyway.

He does something
stupid every day.

Can you be a
little more specific?

You're meeting
someone, someone bad.

I meet bad people for a living.

This is personal.

Some... Weightlifter?

Fighter?

How'd you do that?

What?

I'm meeting Lindsey's
ex-husband later.

Lindsey has an
ex-husband? Apparently.

Where you meeting him? His gym.

What gym?

That boxing gym
over on the east side.

Showtime's at 6:00 p.m.

Are we all finished here?

What?

He circled twice
before he pulled in.

Now he's just sitting
there with the motor off.

Who's sitting where?

Eve, you know that man?

I've never seen him before.

You got a room in this
house without windows?

Half-bath. Go there.

It'll be all right.

Let's think hard about
the next few seconds.

You want to live through them,

you need to keep your hands out
to the side and do everything slow.

You're Marshals Service, right?

Hell of a guess.

I'm FBI. I'm gonna reach into
the side of my coat for my creds.

Hear that, Tim? He's
gonna reach in his coat.

Don't shoot him unless
it seems appropriate.

Badges.

If I've seen one badge,
I've seen a thousand.

You don't mind
if we call the FBI,

make sure you didn't get
that out of a cereal box?

Knock yourselves out.

That what brought you out
here, change in an autopsy?

Opposed to what... I just
happened to pick this morning

to re-interview the widow
of a 30-year-dead fugitive?

Ms. Munro!

Any chance while
you're here, you'd tell us

what Drew Thompson
was a material witness to?

Ms. Munro, false alarm.

I would if I knew.
No, you wouldn't.

No, I guess maybe I wouldn't.

I thought you told
her to lock herself in.

Way to go, assholes.

It's bullshit, Art.

Just admit it. You guys
are hopeless without me.

She stayed put for 30 years.

We're supposed to assume she's
gonna choose today to go for the door?

A good investigator assumes
nothing but observes everything.

See, Art wouldn't
let a little thing like

an armed man coming
towards the house distract him.

Well, maybe with
a third set of eyes,

you could've kept an eye on the armed
man and the suburban grandmother.

She ain't a grandmother.

Yeah, I know, but
it sounds funnier.

Younger than you. TIM:
Well, plus, she's got powers.

Jesus. Some kind of a gift.

He wants to talk to you.

Really? Yeah.

This is Mullen.

I don't think your boss
likes us very much.

Barkley? Aw.

You're just saying that
because he tried to get the AUSA

to prosecute Givens for
bribery and conspiracy.

Really, I'm saying that
'cause he hung up on me

without saying
goodbye. It was rude.

Guess the fact that your boys

couldn't hold onto that suburban
housewife... That's not so good.

They were doing fine
until you showed up.

What's that mean?

Means we were handling it.

Yeah. Well, now
we're handling it.

Hold on.

You said the only
reason you were here is

'cause you had to follow up
when we changed the autopsy.

That's right. But
now I'm here...

So I'll take it from here.

Oh, I see. So we
do all the work,

and then you guys just swoop in

when it gets interesting.

How many guys you
got out looking for her?

We're only interested
in Thompson.

She said she didn't
know where he was, right?

Yeah. She also said there
were no windows in the half-bath.

Just because she's running
doesn't mean she's running to him.

What if she's not running?

Meaning what? Well,
why leave the car?

Same reason she
left her phone...

Because she knew we'd track her?

Maybe.

Like I said... We'll
take it from here.

The best thing you fellas
can do... Stay out of my way.

I'm telling you.
Something ain't right.

Yeah?

Any problems?

Not so far.

She say anything?

I ain't even there yet.

Look, you know what happens
if we miss with Thompson, right?

Yeah. You die badly.

Not alone.

Oh. Your family, too?

Don't talk about my family.

Well, tell you what.

I'm-a make sure they
go real fast, all right?

Unfortunately, I can't
promise you the same thing.

Call me as soon
as you find anything.

Mmm.

Alone at last.

Hmm?

Shh.

If I take this off and you
scream, I'm-a cut your tongue out.

You believe me?

Where's Drew?

I don't know.

Where's Drew?

I swear, until an hour
ago, I thought he was dead.

I swear. I swear.

Now, I'm-a give you
one more chance,

and then I'm gonna piss on
that sock before I put it back.

How do I know you won't
just kill me after you find him?

You don't worry about

how long you gonna live.

You worry about how
slow you gonna die.

Where is he?

What the hell's this?

Never mind that. Where
the hell have you been?

Wasn't aware I was supposed to keep
you apprised of my comings and goings.

Mr. Crowder? BOTH: Yeah.

I'd... I'd still like to
get him to a hospital.

I... I thought you said
he was doing okay.

Well, under the circumstances,
he's doing remarkably.

Even if half his
bites were dry, the...

the amount of time it took
for him to get treatment...

He should've been
dead hours ago.

The fella who
uses this locker...

Randall? Mmm-hmm.

Everybody knows Randall.

I'm sure they do.
But where is he?

Right after you left the last
time, he packed up all his shit.

He carried it out to his
car. Ain't seen him since.

Was he scared
when he was leaving?

How do you mean?
I'm just kidding.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, it looks like bullshit.

Well, I'll check it out anyway,

let you know if anything
pans out. Barnes?

Should've known.

Should've known what?

That you were bullshitting when you said
you didn't get anything from the widow.

Just trying to keep
from sharing the glory?

He in there? Who?

Thompson. He in there?

Drew Thompson? I doubt it.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you're doing...
Looking for Thompson.

Because you got a tip?

I'm standing here, right?

From who?

I'm here on personal business.

Only people who knew I'd be
here is my partner and Eve Munro.

Are you following me?

I just told you I was sure you
were holding out on me, right?

And that's gonna hold when
we pull your phone records,

see who you've been speaking to?

Only way to help yourself now

is to tell us where your
partners are before they kill her.

You know how many times I've
been on your side of this conversation?

Then you know I'm
shooting you straight.

No. No, no. Don't do that.

You'll notice the
subject's weapon

is not in a position
to threaten the officer.

You know what they do
to ex-lawmen in prison.

Then you get yourself
some protection.

My family... WITSEC.

You don't know these people.

I will if you tell
me who they are.

Where's Eve Munro?

Tell my wife I'm sorry.

You raise that
weapon any further,

I'm gonna shoot you in the leg.

How about if I swing my
weapon in your direction?

You still gonna
risk a leg shot then?

Maybe.

You gonna risk looking
your wife in the eye

while you get arraigned
in a hospital bed?

Where's Eve Munro?

Hillview Motel.

Okay.

Ooh, yeah. I bet you think
you're pretty funny, huh?

Pretty smart?

Bullshit address, make me
look like an asshole, huh?

See, I don't give a shit what you
do or what you don't know anymore.

I'm-a hurt you just to
make myself feel good

about this whole thing, mmm-hmm?

You can promise me things.

You can beg for mercy.

Oh, yeah. I'm-a like that.

But it ain't gonna
make a difference.

There ain't a damn thing
you can do to change

or stop what's about
to happen to you.

You might as well just lay
back and try to enjoy yourself.

U.S. Marshals! Hands
where I can see them!

Get them up! Right now!

Gentlemen, can we have
a few moments, please?

Ma'am, I am Chief
Deputy Art Mullen.

Uh, the man who was holding you

was a Detroit hard case
named Mason Goines,

and he worked for a
man named Theo Tonin.

Can I assume you
know who that is?

Might ring a bell.

Well, I'm not really all
that concerned about

whether or not
you know his name.

I'm really interested
in how he knows you.

Uh, as I told your
officers earlier...

Deputies.

As I told your
deputies earlier...

Before you ran out the back?

I was abducted.

From the bathroom?

Ms. Munro, this is
how this is gonna go.

Soon as the medics say you're
okay, we're gonna send you home.

As long as we feel
like you're cooperating,

we're gonna leave
somebody there to protect you.

And if you don't
feel I'm cooperating?

Then we'll wish you good
luck, and we'll be on our way.

One night, after Johnny Carson,

I go and find
Drew in the yard...

And he's burning all our photos.

I ask him, "What the hell?"

And he tells me that the
next day or the day after,

someone will be coming by to
say that he was dead and that...

As far as I was
concerned, he would be.

So that's it?

He just said that he was
gonna be gone, and...

Never explained anything.

You didn't ask
him any questions.

Of course I asked him questions.

All he'd say was, not knowing
was gonna keep me safe.

Hmm.

Well, that sounds like bullshit.

I mean, he obviously
witnessed something big enough

that made him want
to fake his own death

and leave his whole life behind,

and you don't
know shit about it?

Well, what if I tell
you something now

that I didn't tell the
investigators 30 years ago?

It could be something
you just forgot.

Or maybe it's something
you just picked up today,

when this, uh, Goines fella
was smashing you in the face.

Psycho-plasm. Psychometry.

There you go.

Drew saw Theo Tonin
murder a government informant.

We've got to assume Barnes
told Theo everything we know.

He's gonna send
an army after Drew.

Getting a little
stiff? A little bit.

Mm-hmm. Ms. Munro,
I'm gonna take you home.

I'm gonna station two
men out your front door,

two men out your back
door, and two inside.

I think that'll do the job.

Can I just ask
one last question?

How did you know
where to send him?

What? What do you mean?

I just said a boxing gym
over on the east side.

There are three over there.
How'd you know which one?

I told you. I have a gift.

Praise God in Jesus' name!

Amen! Amen!

Praise God.

Church, I have a story
to tell this evening.

Now, I was taught that the
reason we handle serpents

is because by protecting
us from their poison...

He reveals his glory. Amen.

Amen!

But, church, last night,
a devil entered this place.

And it was through these very
serpents that the Lord cast him out!

It was through
these very serpents,

that he sheltered me. MAN: Amen!

Church...

It seems only fitting that
just now, as I spoke of devils,

Boyd Crowder
appeared in our midst,

for it was Boyd Crowder whose
assassins the Lord turned away last night.

I'd be more inclined
to call them angels.

Blasphemy.

Dark angels sent here to remind
you that all men are human.

Well, you know, Mr. Crowder,

I'd hoped that the bribe you
offered my sister last night

that she rejected
would've been sufficient.

But it appears the Lord sees fit

to remind us of the
persistence of evil.

Oh, this ain't a bribe, Billy.

It's a gift.

Well, as you well
know, Mr. Crowder,

this church no longer
accepts donations.

Well, this gift
ain't to the church.

It's to the congregation.

And it ain't money.
It's knowledge.

Now, this here, in this box,

is a genuine canebrake rattler

pulled this very day
from a rock crevice

alongside the Cumberland river,

which is how I know your sister
hadn't had a chance to milk it

like she has all
these other snakes.

That's blasphemy!

Once again, Mr. Crowder,

I am amazed at the ease with which
lies drip from your forked tongue.

Well, if I'm lying, you won't
mind taking a hold of this bad boy.

Mr. Crowder, these serpents

are not props to us.

We take them up only
when the Lord moves us,

and then it's only in
pursuit of his glory.

Well, how you think
that's gonna play with

the flock, Billy, huh?

How say you, flock?

Now, there are those men

who choose to stay in the dark.

But there are some men who
choose to come out into the light.

And those men
should be transparent.

All right, Mr. Crowder. I
will indulge your sideshow.

"For it is not with
words that I preach,

"but with a demonstration
of the spirit's power."

Amen!

You gonna have to tell him.

This is your last chance.

Billy. Don't.

Don't.

No, it's not possible.
Oh, sure it is.

You just jam the fangs
right down on the funnel,

and you press right
behind the eyes.

No, I... I would've known.

Billy, come here. Come here.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You weren't there
when Daddy died.

You didn't have to
listen to him scream

as the poison
ate out his insides.

Well, I think we've seen
all we needed to see.

You set that box
down, Mr. Crowder.

Billy. Mr. Crowder!

Billy!

You may have started this game,

but you do not get
to say when it is over.

You know what, son?

I once stood where
you're standing now,

mistaking my own
hubris for God's touch.

That ain't religion, son.
That's called self-glorification.

Best you leave this one alone.

Put it down.

Billy, don't.

Don't do it, son. You ain't
got nothing to be ashamed of.

I will not heed the
warning of an idolater.

Billy. Billy, don't!

Let go of me.

Please, Billy, no. God, no.

Yes. Come on.

Oh, yes. Oh, there it is.

Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!

The righteous man knows his only
true protection comes from the Lord!

Billy!

Billy! Billy!

Billy!

What's going on?

Billy...

Stay with me.

Please, stay with me. No.

Somebody please
call an ambulance!

Somebody call an ambulance now!

You remember what Michael
Jordan said about weakness?

I remember when he dunked
on the tallest fella I ever saw.

His name was like
"Micron" or something.

Manute.

There you go. Yeah.

What's the chances you
name your boy "Minute"

and he ends up
nearly 8 feet tall?

I left Joe.

Sorry to hear that.
Seemed like a decent guy.

He is.

Is this where I'm
supposed to ask

if you want to talk about it?

Mmm-mmm.

Thank God. I thought you
were gonna want to talk about it.

So, did you find him?

Find who?

Tim said you went there

looking for your
girl's ex-husband.

Yeah. I saw him
there this morning.

Told him he'd best not
be there when I get back.

You mean you told him to meet
you behind the bleachers after school?

Pretty much.

Hmm. What?

Eh, I would've bet
money he would be there.

Seemed like he couldn't wait.

Lindsey ain't here tonight?

Last I saw her, she was
headed up to wait for you.

That was a couple
hours ago. Hmm.

Guess she got tired of waiting.