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Previously on Justified...

Ow! What the hell?

I'm gonna need you to get out.

If I wanted to do wrong by you,

there are things I could say.

Ohh!

What about Ellen May?

What if, in her need
to unburden her soul,

she decides to divulge

certain details about
the murder of a pimp?

Praise Jesus!

Billy!

Somebody call an ambulance now!

Somebody please
call an ambulance!

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.

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?

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

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?

How much you get? 10.

Good for you.

Lindsey ain't here tonight?

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

Guess she got tired of waiting.

I'm thinking you
should've seen this coming.

Too easy, ducking me like that.

"6:00 p.m. Don't be late."

So it's Randall, then...

Came back and took your money?

Meaning what, everybody knows?

All about your "secret money"?

Please. Great.

How much we talking?

It was a goodly sum.
You gonna call it in?

And say what?

I don't know if
Lindsey's part of it

or he come back,
whacked her over the head,

and took her off like a caveman.

She keep stuff here? Like?

Clothes, makeup for
whenever she stays over?

Like a overnight kit,
little clutch, toothbrush.

And is it still here?

No. Mmm-hmm.

Don't mean she ain't in trouble.

Doesn't look like she's planning
on sleeping over much, either.

How much you
know about this girl?

She's the bartender.

Seems to know her
way around a shotgun.

Got a little wild streak in her.

And what do you aim to do
when you find her, exactly?

What?

I just

kind of thought
she liked me, is all.

Any idea where they might've
gone with all this money?

Some, maybe.

Well, then,

let's find out.

Uh, Rufus, come on in with us.

AsomBroso Reserva
Tequila, right here.

Some rarefied
shit, $1,100 a bottle.

Missy? I'm good.

Randall? I'll take
a Mountain Dew.

Ho! An aristocrat.

We are fresh out.

Got the place feng shui'd
like three weeks ago.

Hippie babe over towards Berea,

the type you just want to
shave down and domesticate.

Says it'll keep all the undesirable
energy out there with the animals.

Y'all gonna sit or what?

You just let folks tear
your house up this way?

Well, you looking for work, I can
always use someone to clean up the place.

Or, you know, other things.

Hey, man, you're
talking to my wife.

No disrespect.

I'm just laying out the
welcome mat, is all.

Pull me away

from a couple honeys saying
you got business can't wait.

That thing we talked about,

said you got a wrecking crew just
waiting on a sugar daddy to set them up?

Song remains the same, amigo.

Well, we managed to lay hands

on that money a little
ahead of schedule.

So, what say we do the
deed right here, right now?

You hear that, Rufus?

Homey's gonna be a
fight manager for real!

You got the cash? Linds?

Thank you.

It's all there.

If you don't mind, I'm thorough.

Thing is, we kind of need to
accelerate the timeline here.

Oh, yeah?

Who'd you steal it from?

You ain't gotta
worry about that.

All's you gotta do is
deliver what you promised.

Now, now, now, everything
right now, right this minute!

There it is. The minuteman.

That's what we
ought to call you,

like your new stage name.

How about it, sugar? He the
minuteman back home, too?

The in-and-out
quick like a bunny?

Boom, boom, boom.

Now, you better be a fast
draw back there, Cinderella.

I get a hold of
that little-girl pistol,

they be pulling it out
of your ass with forceps.

Randall, you in my home, man.

Why don't you sit
down and act civil?

What?

Oh, I got your
attention now? Good.

'Cause I'm about to kick you
and your homeboy's ass both,

take my money elsewhere.

So hows about you
drop the shitty attitude,

make whatever calls
you need to make,

and put me where I need to be?

Good Lord.

All you boys, like you got
dicks the size of redwoods.

Lady, maybe you just better...

There's $20,000
in that envelope.

The question on the table is,

how long do you think it's
gonna take finding it a home?

I can put a call in.

My boys might be able
to meet up in the morning,

take care of particulars.
Morning when?

Well, seeing as I hadn't made
a call yet, I can't really say,

so why don't we assume
something like the "first thing"?

How about that, honey?

First thing sounds all right.

Couple of hours, I'm
sure we can come up

with something to do
to entertain ourselves.

All tense and shit,
about to go off.

All right, then. Let's
make that phone call.

See, baby? I told you
this thing is meant to be.

You and me stick together,

there ain't a thing in this
world that's gonna stop us.

♪ 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 ♪

Well, I don't know what everybody's
so down in the mouth about.

We are back in business.

That boy would've
listened to reason,

he'd still be up
there preaching.

I'll have a drink to that.

Well, shit.

Look what the cat drug in.

Ellen May.

You look oddly out of
place in a house of iniquity.

Is Ava here?

Not at the moment.

You want to talk to me
about something, Ellen May?

I didn't know where else to go.

Well, Ellen May, you always
had a home here. Mmm-hmm.

You chose to
relinquish that, not us.

You scared, Ellen May?

I just keep seeing
his face, all puffed up.

I don't understand why he
had to die that way, is all.

Arguing with a man who
has renounced his reason

is like giving
medicine to the dead.

Billy made a choice, Ellen May.

While I will not deny
my culpability in his end,

the tempter bears as
much guilt as the tempted.

Mmm-hmm. But when
it's all said and done,

it was a choice he made
that led to where we are now.

Ava.

Ellen May.

What are you doing here?

Looking to win her spot back.

But that decision's gotta
come from the lady of the house.

You want to come
back and work for me?

I can work, Ava.

I can start at the bottom

and take the ones
nobody else wants.

Yeah? Uh-huh.

How do you think your
God's gonna feel about that?

I don't know.

I just want to come home.

Can I... Can I come...
Can I come home, please?

Give us a minute.

The hell is all this, you think?

Well, I believe it's
as simple as it looks.

She ain't got no
place else to go.

Unless you see
some other motive.

I don't know.

She's up there with all
those Bible-thumpers

bearing witness
to her trespasses.

Well, that's in line with the sin they
come across in all their travels, Ava.

Except Delroy.

Girl looked me in the face,

talking about she knows things.

I never should've left a
witness, what we done.

Now either I gotta worry
about this thing or I gotta...

I gotta do the other thing.

I got no idea
what's in her head.

I'm sitting around waiting
for the other shoe to drop,

wondering what
she's already told,

what she's gearing
up to tell... Hey.

Let's take it one
step at a time.

Now, before we go
too far down this road,

let me find out if
she's said anything.

How are you gonna do that?

If she uttered a word
about Delroy in that camp,

it would've filtered through
to the sister, Cassie.

You know where she is?

Colt?

Take one of these new fish
and go find that preacher's sister.

Too late to call
in a hazmat team?

Uh, yeah.

I'm gonna leave
this area to you.

Thank you.

What's the score, fellas?

Ain't any score.

You just, like, run
around and kill each other.

Mmm.

Sir? Sorry.

Can I ask you...

I'm looking for a guy.
Randall Kusik. Anybody?

You got a picture?

Not on me.

Cops are looking for someone,
they usually bring a picture.

He's a fighter, big guy.

Man, you gotta be more specific.

All them fighter
fools look the same.

Big hands and
cauliflower ears and shit.

Fighter, huh?

Slim pickins come the
cold light of morning.

I'll bet.

You know Joe Hoppus,

name on the deed of this place?

I ought to.

Owes me for the
fight. So he's here?

Likely got some poor girl
bent over a sofa somewhere.

But I wouldn't count on
getting much out of him.

Why not?

Doesn't favor
blacks, hates cops.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I'm not looking to make friends.

I just have a couple of
questions about one of his fighters.

Yeah? Which fighter?
Randall Kusik. You know him?

Boyfriend or partner?

Neither one, as such.

Did I come in the
middle of something?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

She says Hoppus is here,

but he might try and
duck us. Is that about right?

Well, Miss... Gina.

Anything you can do
to smooth the waters,

we'd greatly appreciate it.

I put you about 180, maybe 185.

Am I right? Give or take.

Say we wrestle for
it. We do what, now?

We wrestle.

I pin you, you
tap out, whatever,

I'll take you both on back.

You tap,

well, you can leave your hat on.

The thing is, Gina...

I'm breaking your balls, cowboy.

I don't come out of
the corner for free.

Come on, honey.
I'll take you back.

Might as well
come, too, I guess.

What the hell?
God damn it, Rufus!

Nice socks, Joey. Gold tips?

All three of you, get
the hell out of here now!

It's all right, Joe. You
mind if I call you Joe?

I just got a couple questions,

so if you want to let your
friends collect themselves...

They invited. You ain't.

Bitches, chill.

Who in the hell are you, now?

I'm a deputy US Marshal,

here looking for
a fighter who was

on your card the
other night. Randall.

That's the one.

He's here a few hours ago,

him and his old lady both.

Blond girl, not bad looking.

Gone now, though.

Any idea where they went?

I, uh...

Y'all got a warrant
or something?

What do we need a warrant for?

Just asking a question.

Well, suppose I
ain't inclined to help?

What then?

State police and
locals spend the day

seizing and interviewing
everybody was here.

And then, me being
Marshal service,

there's also, uh,
asset forfeiture.

Now the, uh, parties
won't be quite the same,

but I could use the space.

I'll get my lawyer
on the... Aah!

Or...

Since I'm only
looking for Randall

and I don't got eyes for
you one way or the other,

we could go
about this different.

I'm listening.

You mentioned a
woman he was with?

Called her Lindsey, some such.

Plan was, that pretty little
blonde was gonna do her thing,

get you all spun up
and then have Randall

come in and twist you on a spit

till they got all the money
from you they could carry.

So, they done this before, then?

Anyways, I'm the one
who'll put a stop to all that,

making it preferable for
them to go in another direction.

So I figure, since I
ain't asking much,

maybe my participation earns
me a simple "they went that away."

You two, go on.

I'm gonna talk to the Marshal.

Come on.

I'll tell you what.

Any fool that didn't see that
grifter Barbie coming a mile off

deserves getting
his ass fleeced.

I don't know the game much,

outside once I saw Sugar Ray
Leonard put Roberto Duran down

with a bolo punch when I
was a kid. That was something.

But I hear Randall wants to
get into fighter management.

You got any kind of line
on what that looks like?

So, saying these fighters Randall's
looking to manage are what...

Chickens? Gamecocks.

Gamecocks. Said he
wanted to manage fighters.

I figured he meant, you know...

How much money did you
say it was, again? I didn't.

So how do you know that
fool in there hadn't got it,

sending us off on a
wild-goose chase? I don't.

But I don't see him
going anywhere.

And if he's straight, I
got less than two hours

to get clear out to Versailles,

find this chicken guy, keep
whatever deal they got from

"taking flight."

Saying you got. What about me?

Oh, I thought you might want to
stay and talk to your new friend.

Oh, so now you're funny.

Two hours before I
have to be at the office.

You want to see
some cockfighting?

You gonna tell me how
much money it was or not?

I did.

It's a goodly sum.

Did you mean the
Fuji or the Kodak?

Well, which one did you
say is better for greens?

The Fuji. My opinion.

I'll go with your opinion.

Hey, man. You
got beer in a bottle?

Yeah. Back of the store, chief.

My sister keeps saying I
ought to switch to digital,

but then I got to get
a computer and all.

Oh, I hear that.

Now, did you want
the 400 or the 200?

I don't really
understand the numbers.

Oh, it's the ASA.

The higher the number,
the darker you can shoot.

Oh, Lord.

Um... Can I see both?

You sure know a
lot about this stuff.

I'd be so lost.

Well, I'm kind of a
shutterbug myself.

Really? Yeah, it's just a hobby.

You know, uh,
art stuff, mostly...

Landscapes and figure
studies... Mmm-hmm.

Tasteful boudoir shots and such.

Oh. Well.

Okay, then.

I don't know which one to pick.

Can I see that one over there?

The 800?

Yeah, that one
over there. Thanks.

"Boudoir," he says.

Like I'm gonna freak out if
he calls them "titty pictures."

Look at you, all
high on yourself.

Now, you can't tell me
you hadn't missed this, girl.

Well...

All I've ever wanted to
do is manage fighters.

This is it. This is it.

What I got planned,
that little stack

we took off your Marshal friend,

that's gonna look
like chicken feed.

Them little white
hackles are killers.

We set them up with some
Ronnie Callaway gaffs,

they will tear any
other breed to tatters.

Boone says they're like the
Bruce Lee of fighting chickens.

Hmm.

What?

Start talking about Bruce Lee,

get me feeling a
little something.

Thinking maybe I ought
to pull you over this seat,

we celebrate something proper.

What?

You kind of liked it, though,
didn't you? Liked what?

Talking "titty pictures," "ASA."

Don't start.

We got a little
bubbly. No harm done.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Let's keep our eyes on
the prize here, okay, baby?

Okay.

Randall.

It ain't gonna
take but a minute.

Randall, no! Hush, now.

You buckle up for safety.

Miss Cassie. Thank
you for coming in.

Not like I had much choice.

Oh, I apologize for that.

I've had deputies out
trying to find you since I

heard what befell your brother.

Why is that, Sheriff?

I don't aim to frighten you,

but I think you ought to know

Boyd Crowder's
got people of his own

out after finding you.

He hadn't done enough already?

Something else he's
looking to steal away?

I imagine he's interested
in what you know,

things could hurt him,
his criminal enterprises.

Kind of like how he
killed my brother?

That's public
knowledge, Sheriff.

Well, your brother's death,

while tragic and untimely,

was not, on the face of
it, actionable as a crime.

So, what, then?

Boyd Crowder is
unfettered by conscience,

absent any moral compass

that you and me might reckon by.

Thinks he has reason to,

he will kill you quick
as look at you twice.

What is it he thinks I know?

Well, oftentimes, along the
path to salvation, folks testify,

things they seen,
things they maybe done.

If anyone ever said anything

Boyd thinks you
could use against him,

he will not leave
that end untied.

Good.

He is right to be
scared. I do know things.

Well...

Anything I can pick
him up for, start a case?

Yeah, whoremongering
drug pusher.

Trying to bribe me to
move my church elsewhere.

And that's after he sent
thugs out to scare us.

Well, the question is,
is there anything else,

anything I don't know?

If that ain't enough,
Sheriff, then there's nothing.

He'll have his
reckoning someday.

Just like you
will, just like I will.

And that's enough for you?

The wrathful judgment
of Almighty God?

Sheriff, that ought to
be enough for anybody.

Ned!

I wish you all the best, ma'am.

May God be with you.

- Did you get all that?
- Well played, Shelby.

And you're satisfied now?

It'll do.

Though I must say,
it gives me pause,

hearing you run my character
down in such wanton...

Hello?

I believe he hung up on me. Mmm.

You feel better?

I do. But...

Boyd, I mean,

I got an investment in the girl.

I shed blood keeping her safe.

But even loyal, she's wild.

Firing off shots at her
clients and huffing down oxy.

God knows what else.

Not to mention, she's been off

sobbing in the corner the
whole night she's been back.

I just...

Well, there might
be another way, yet.

I'm listening.

You remember my cousin Lonnie?

Over in Alabama?

Yeah, he got but the one leg.

He came that time to
Sunday dinner at Bo's?

He got drunk, flipped
his old Plymouth

right in front of the house.

I remember.

Well, he sobered up
after that, found Jesus.

Runs a little no-tell motel,

kind with the free HBO
but no ice. Mmm-hmm.

Has a little lay
congregation out back.

Ellen May wants
to be done whoring,

he might give her a
chance at honest work,

cleaning rooms and whatnot.

If she doesn't like
what he's preaching,

there's plenty of other
churches in Boiling Springs.

Whorehouses, too.

You think he'll take her
in, all her crazy bullshit?

Well, I think he might
welcome the challenge.

Damn it.

What the hell?

Randall, what did I just say?

Damn it, Randall! Stop!

Just keep it running.

Hey, asshole...

Hey, it's me. Listen, I just...

God damn it, Randall.

Who's that? Who you calling?

Calling 911. You did what?

So that boy inside doesn't
die waiting for help, idiot.

Now, if it's all out
of your system,

then can we go
before they get here?

God damn it!

That's my big boy, right there,

Nimrod, like in
the Old Testament.

You fight him? Ah,
no, not anymore.

He has health problems.

Looking at me like he wants
to peck my eyeballs out.

He's a sweetheart,

unless you push him too far.

Lose his temper,
though, watch out.

He'll cut you like
a prison bitch.

Little chicken toenails
do all that damage?

Toenails, hell.

You see these gaffs here?

Keep them sharp as a diamond.

They get them buried up
in one another up in the pen,

we got to reach in and
pull the birds apart again.

You be careful, though.
You get caught here,

here, or here,

it's "lights out," sister.
No lullaby. Good night.

Mr. Gaines, you keep putting
that little blade close to my face,

I'm gonna take it away from you

and see who's
singing who a lullaby.

Lady don't blink.

She's all right.

Two more questions, then,

about Randall Kusik.
Never met the man.

I try to insulate myself
from direct contact

with the end buyer.

So, uh, Boone brothers
collect payment from Randall.

They pay you. You
assemble the, uh, whatever?

Kentucky gold
deluxe fight package,

everything you need to dominate
the royal sport of cockfighting

in an easy-to-transport
premium motor rig.

Blades come in the
package? Gaffs, Miss.

Oh! Jesus!

Rachel.

She called me. She called you?

I didn't recognize
her number at first,

so I sent it to voicemail.

Reverse lookup
now. Not her cell.

Well, what'd she say?

I don't know why he
come in on me like that.

All I'd done was show his
lady what kind of film to buy.

You saw him before this?

It's on the video there,

two of them come in here before.

If I didn't know better,
I'd swear that blond girl

set me up to take a beating.

I know what you mean.

Guess I should have known
it was too good to be true.

I don't meet many people
with a common interest.

I just thought...

I don't know.

Yeah.

Either one of them mention where
they were headed any point in all this?

Said she wanted to
shoot pictures of horses

at some farm across the way.

I told her to use
the Fuji stock.

It gets better greens.

She happen to say which farm?

What am I supposed
to do in Alabama?

Boyd's got kin there,

decent people, and
that's what you're after.

You can work his motel

till you get back on
your feet and figure out

what's next when you're ready.

But I don't want to go.

Ava, please, don't send me away.

I will work harder here.

Ellen May, you
don't want to be here.

You've been looking for a way
out as long as I've known you.

I'm saying, darlin',
this is your way out.

Ava, this is my home.

I grew up here.

I always thought that maybe,

maybe I'd meet the right
boy, get a little house.

I ain't much for babies,
but if he wanted...

Honey.

You're getting the
chance I never got,

you get to start over.

But I don't want to start over.

There's $1,000 in this envelope.

Take it.

Make something out of
yourself worth being proud of.

Tell it all to Whoopi Goldberg
one day on The View, right?

Your rise from
humble beginnings.

It just feels like
I'm being sent off,

and I don't know why.

Well, look at it for
what it is, you're free.

Next time, you give a blow
job because you want to.

If you even want to.

No more being afraid
or getting kicked around.

It ain't never gonna be that
way around here for you.

Colt's gonna give you
a ride to the bus station

when you get yourself
together. Okay.

Tamahill Farms
is just up Route 62

in case we get separated.

But it's time to go to work.

I can call in sick.

You ain't gonna call in sick.

Come this far. Far enough.

Next bit, I don't know.

But one Marshal
out over, it's enough.

Give Art a stroke,
us both in the wind.

Got a little present for you.

Maybe even up
the odds a little bit.

Counting on you
knowing how to use that.

I'll do my level best.

You ready to roll? Well, hell.

Well, what the hell, Lindsey?

He's a Marshal,
Randall. It's what they do.

Shit.

Well, let's go.

That's close enough.

Come alone,
from the looks of it.

That's something.

I did.

Just you and your shotgun.

I, for the record, am unarmed.

There ain't any record, Randall.

Not today.

Lindsey.

Raylan.

Feel like I missed a step
along the way somewhere.

How's that song go?

"Look for the rainbow
in every storm"?

I'll have to download that.

How'd you find us?

She didn't tell you about
her little phone call?

You said you dialled 911.

She must've dialled wrong,
'cause my phone rang.

That was quite a number
you did on poor Alvin.

He didn't even
sleep with my wife.

Think how you're gonna look.

That your thing, Randall?

Your weak spot?

You want her spinning up
the boys, keep 'em pixilated,

like Longfellow Deeds,

but you just can't
stand the thought

that she might enjoy it, too.

Got to take something
back, feel like a man.

You're forgetting the part
where she gets off on it,

me batting cleanup.

Or did you fail to notice
who she's here with?

No.

I wondered about that.

Wondering, why did you call me?

Hoping I'd ride up,
rescue you from all this,

tell me how he put you up to it?

Or just 'cause it'd be fun

watching us tear one another up?

Hurts, don't it?

They're beanbag rounds.

Not my thing, ordinarily.

An associate of mine thought
nonlethal force might come in handy.

I figure, "What the
hell? I'll give it a shot."

You know, girl walks out on me,

usually I can count on,
like, a letter or something.

I was never much
of a hand at it.

Prefer a clean break,
like ripping off a Band-Aid?

Suppose you're gonna ask me why.

Doesn't matter.

Well, you oughta know I never
meant to... You know what?

Let's not do that.

So, what now?

What now is, where's my money?

That hurts, don't it?

More than any
pussy-ass beanbag gun.

Just take that.

You're going to a
dark place, Marshal.

I want my face to be
the last thing you see.

Ugh!

Whoo! Whoo! Come on!

You always talk this
much when you fight?

Oh, honey, this ain't a fight,

it's an execution.

Ugh! Hey!

Lindsey...

Ugh!

That's my girl!

Whoo! Shit!

Here, baby. Give me this thing.

Ugh!

Hey.

Hey.

You want your money, it's
all right in that van up there.

What?

I knew you liked me.

Jesus, man.

How many times did she shoot me?

Couple more times
than she shot me.

Where did she go? I don't know.

Took your car, looks like.

Aren't you gonna chase
her down or something?

Nah, I don't think so.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Put a call in to
the state police,

have them drive over,

escort you down to face warrants

you got out of Duval
County, Florida.

You're just gonna leave me here?

You got a better idea?

Well, suppose they're
a long time coming.

You wait.

"Money's in the van," she says.

Oh, them chickens.

You got to understand, man,

I've been holding that
dream in my head so long,

I might kind of lost
sight of the thing.

Randall, I know you're
shackled, and it ain't half fair,

but you say one more
word about chickens,

I'm gonna shoot you again.

End of the day,
when it's all done,

she's still kind of worth
it, though, isn't she?

Tell the trooper I said,
"Sorry for the mess."

There's money in
fighting chickens, Raylan.

You think about it.

Ugh!

Oh, you...

We're low on Stoli and Cuervo,

so maybe you
could stretch it out,

make it last till I
can make a call?

You all set, then? I am.

All right, well... I know why
you're sending me away, Ava.

I been thinking
about it... Ellen May...

You got to know, I would never
say nothing about what we...

God damn it!

Ellen May, what the
hell is wrong with you?

I'm just saying, if
that's the reason,

killing Delroy, I can
keep my mouth shut.

You'll see.

I'm just... I'm just trying
to say that I won't, I won't...

I know you won't say
anything, Ellen May.

I know it.

It's all right.

You better go
now. Colt's waiting.

Goodbye, I guess.

Goodbye, Ellen May.

Oh...

Beanbag rounds
were a nice touch.

What are you gonna
do about the chickens?

I'm driving around
looking for a barbecue joint

to drop them off at.

Don't even joke.

However it went down,
they're all yours now.

Don't worry.

Sure by now they've been
fed, watered, watching cartoons.

What about the money?

Figure may be the
universe's way of saying

I wasn't meant to
have it in the first place.

What about Lindsey?

What about her? You let her go?

Kind of the same
answer as the money.

What are you gonna do now?

Hey.

You sure?

All right.

All right.

Who was that?

That was Ava.

What'd she say?

She said,

that if you're ready
to come back to work,

I mean really work,

then there's a place
for you at Audrey's.

I can work!

I can work! I will! You'll see!

Okay. We'll see.

She say why?

No, she did not.

I bet it's 'cause
of what I told her.

Probably.

Feels good.

Going home.

It'll be quick, Ava.

She'll never know.

She won't be afraid.

One minute, she's here,
and the next, she's gone.

Just like that.

I got to take a piss.
You pump, I'll pay.

Put in $10. Okay.

Just a minute!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Shit! Shit!

Hey! Did you see a girl?

Oh, come on.

Shit!

Oh, Ellen May.