Danny: God damn it. Dewey: What?
Danny: Dewey, you ever think about wearing deodorant?
Dewey: You saying I stink?
Danny: All I'm saying is, you
can't smell that, you best go get your nose checked. You girls ready?
Danny: I'm about ready to kick your ass.
Let's go.
All right. We're done here.
It's like we discussed... wait 30 minutes,
then head out. Stay off the highways.
No speeding... Danny: Drinking, sex after midnight.
You get lit up, you're just an employee of the hr towing company.
You don't know shit about that cargo. Danny: Yeah, I got it,
sweet tits. Yeah, well, you better. Now, where in the hell do you
think you're going? Nah, I ain't smelling
your ass all the way back to Kentucky.
He's your kin. You ride with him. Don't screw this up.
[ Engine turns over ]
Danny: Told you.
Carl's on his way. The boys ain't far behind.
Darryl: Yes, sir.
I told you they'd handle this shit. It's gonna be a good-ass morning.
Boyd: [ Sighs ] I believe I can take it from here.
Darryl: Old Jimmy's a bit of a cold fish, ain't he?
Boyd: A tired fish, more like
it, and I can't say I blame him. Darryl: Well,
if you ain't too tired, I'd love to discuss
something with you. Boyd: Well, make it
quick, 'cause that couch you're sitting
on is calling my name. Darryl: I like
the way you handle yourself, Boyd.
I know when a man is worth a shit, and you are.
So I want to tell you this,
'cause I don't want no secrets between us.
You know, full disclosure and shit.
Boyd: Well, let me guess... Hot Rod's
boys didn't pull no weapons on you?
Awfully convenient you had a way over
the border all cocked and ready to go.
Darryl: Wait. You don't miss a trick, man. Shit.
Well, you know, we was just trying
to make ourselves useful, you know.
Boyd: Well, in the process, Darryl, you made yourself a liar.
Darryl: But you an honest man, Boyd, hmm? A full-blown honest man?
That why you pointing that gun at me from
underneath that desk? Boyd: [ Laughs ]
Darryl: There it is. I understand how you'd
feel that way, Boyd, but you got to admit,
we did deliver. Boyd: Well, it seems
to me that that heroin's still 1,000
Miles away from being in my possession,
which means you ain't delivered shit yet.
Darryl: Well, about that. It would be a
terrible shame if my brother Danny accidentally
made a wrong turn with one of them trucks, and
neither you nor me nor your partners want that.
Boyd: So, what is it that you do want, Darryl Crowe Jr.?
Darryl: [ Sighs ] I just want to be part of the goddamn family, Boyd.
♪ ♪
Hi. I'm Kayla. Raylan: Raylan.
Hey, those sound kind of alike, don't they? Kayla, Raylan.
Raylan: I suppose they do. You gonna offer to buy me a drink, Raylan?
Raylan: Whatever she'd like. I'll have a Tequila
on the rocks, with three limes, please.
Something nice, but don't put my friend here in
the poorhouse. I read somewhere Tequila's the
only liquor isn't a depressant. Raylan: Hmm.
Also, pound for pound, don't
give me nearly as bad a hang over. Raylan: Pound for pound, huh?
My father was a boxing fan. You like boxing?
Raylan: Not so much these days. I used to be a fan of those old guys.
Thank you, sugar. Cheers. So, what brings you in here
tonight? Raylan: Actually, I'm on vacation.
Oh, can't remember the last time I took a vacation. Raylan: Hmm.
What I wouldn't give to be lying on a beach somewhere.
Raylan: Can I ask you something? Not gonna be much of a
conversation if you don't. Raylan: Let's
say you and I have been dating for just a
little while. I bought you a bikini,
invited you to come down to Miami with
me to see my baby daughter... that be weird or forward or something?
[ Chuckles ] I-I love Miami. A-and it's...
it's so great you want to spend time with you
daughter. Think I'd go with you right now, you wanted.
Raylan: Oh, yeah? My rate is normally $1,000 per day, but for you...
Knock it down to $500.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ] [ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Alarm chirps ]
[ Sighs ]
Yeah, I want to book a flight.
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and correction by GeirDM www.addic7ed.com
Raylan: This would be easier if you'd just point me in his direction.
[ Scoffs ]
Marshal, if a D.E.A. Agent showed up in Lexington asking
for information on a fugitive, there any chance you'd just open
up your files to us?
Raylan: I take your point.
Besides, you want to know where Hot Rod Dunham's at,
Miller's your guy.
All right.
Not too shabby.
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
There a problem, henkins?
Alex Miller, meet deputy U.S.
Marshal Raylan Givens, down from Lexington.
Raylan: Is that a ruger?
It's a gp 100.
Raylan: Oh.
I didn't know D.E.A. Still used revolvers.
Well, they don't, officially.
But a .357 will never let you down.
Not like those glocks or Smith & Wesson 9's.
They jam so bad, you can spread them on your breakfast toast.
Raylan: No trouble with the double-action trigger?
[ Chuckles ]
Nothing a little oil won't make as smooth as a Bill Clinton apology.
The marshal says some of hot rod Dunham's crew ended up
dead in Mexico.
Hot Rod hasn't operated South of the border in years.
Raylan: The guys at Epic say differently.
Hmm. Thanks for the tip.
I'll look into it.
I'll let you know what turns up.
Raylan: If it's all the same to you, I'd like to tag along.
Hmm.
Uh, m-marshal Givens knows Hot Rod a little bit.
So what?
That's why your chief sent you, huh?
Raylan: I'm on vacation, actually.
Vacation?
Raylan: Hmm.
And you thought you'd come to Memphis and kick the hornet's
nest, huh?
Raylan: And have some ribs.
And have some ribs, yeah.
Sorry, marshal, I can't help you.
Raylan: Okeydokey.
I'll try Memphis P.D., local FBI, make a few more calls.
I just wanted to come by as a courtesy, you know... do unto
others and so forth.
When I see Hot Rod, I'll tell him you said "hey."
Marshal.
Raylan: Hmm?
I like to drive.
I assume you're gonna tell SAC about this?
I'll let you tell him, Henkins.
You can tag along, if you like.
Come on.
[ Buzzer sounds ]
[ Door opens ]
Boyd: [ Sighs ]
Well, I can't tell you what it means to lay these weary eyes on
your beautiful, beautiful face.
Ava: You look tired, Boyd.
Boyd: I'm sorry about all this, Ava.
Ava: It's not your fault.
Boyd: You being properly looked after?
Ava: [ Sighs ]
Never thought I'd long for the Harlan county detention center,
that's for sure.
Boyd: Hmm.
Ava: You ain't said anything about my hair.
Boyd: Well, um... It seems to me you should have
always been wearing it that way.
Ava: I guess you've been busy.
Boyd: I'm still just trying to take the necessary steps to
secure our future.
Ava: Our future?
Boyd: I'm gonna get you out of here, Ava Crowder, I promise you.
Ava: I need a favor, Boyd.
Boyd: Name it.
Ava: My friend is in trouble. She's gonna find you.
Do whatever she asks.
Boyd: Well, you know I will. Is there
anything else that I can do for you?
Ava: Just take care of her. You let
me know when it's done. Boyd: Ava?
[ Buzzer sounds ] [ Sighs ]
Wendy: Are you making cocktails now? Kendal: Just messing around.
You gonna yell at me? Wendy: Well,
actually, I was hoping I could try it, you
don't mind. Hmm. [ Sniffs ]
Mmm.
Well, that's pretty good. Come up with a
name for it yet? Kendal: Yeah, I call it a
"this place sucks." Wendy: Hey, I know this
place isn't working out the way anyone
hoped, but your brothers are getting together...
Kendal: You mean my uncles?
Wendy: Yeah. Them. They're working on
something, supposed to bring in a whole lot
of cash. As soon as I get my cut, we're gone.
We can get a bigger place, get you
set up in school. Kendal: Whatever.
Wendy: Kendal, no "whatever." I promise you.
Give it one week, you never have
to see any of them again you don't want to. Who knows?
Maybe we'll even get you a job as a
bartender in one of them fancy clubs.
Kendal: You got to be 21. Wendy: Get you a fake I.D. Darryl: Hey.
Wendy: Hey. Didn't know you were back. Darryl: Late last night.
♪ ♪ Wendy: So? How did it go? Darryl: Smooth, like a
stripper's ass. How y'all doing? Wendy: Doing good.
Pretty quiet. Hey, Kendal, how about you get Darryl a plate?
Darryl: And give me one of them ...Kendal: Café con leche?
Darryl: Man, you quickly becoming my favorite
person on the planet, you know that, Kendal?
Wendy: [ Breathes deeply ] Darryl: I feel you all cocked and ready.
What's going on? Wendy: You swear to me it went good?
Darryl: Man, you said you didn't want all
the details, to protect your precious law
career. Wendy: I just want you to shoot me straight, Darryl.
Darryl: It's real this time. We about to become goddamn rich, Wendy.
Remember that phosphate mine? Multiply that by a hundred. Each.
That straight enough for you, Wendy Crowe?
Wynn: The shipment isn't even
here yet, Mr. Crowder. Mexico was a near
disaster, and now you're telling me that we
have new partners. Am I wrong to find all of this disturbing?
Oh, God. If they want a cut, they're partners, Mr. Crowder.
Doesn't sound like we have much choice, does it?
I'll see you then.
What? The dope's not there? Wynn: It's on its way.
Yeah, right, it's on its way.
We just have to agree to this new gang of idiots' terms, right?
Jesus Christ. Wynn: Hi, this is Wynn Duffy in 236.
Could you send up another pot of coffee, please?
Because this one tastes like my
ass on Sunday. Thank you, dear. We'll go down to Harlan county,
we'll play nice, and everything will be fine.
Get some rest.
That place can be exhausting. [ Siren wails in distance ]
So, how you know Hot Rod?
Raylan: He's been branching out... linked
up with some folks I know in Kentucky.
And you thought you'd chase on that lead on your vacation?
Well, I was actually packed
for Florida when I got the news. Florida? Raylan: Hmm.
You don't strike me as a... Beach person. Raylan: My baby girl's down
there. You got a kid? Raylan: Hmm.
Jesus. What did you go and do that for?
[ Clears throat ]
Hey, w-w-what's the plan? No one heard nothing yet?
Well, shit. Look at this duo.
Shit. What's up, Miller? You don't knock no more?
Walked right by the security
cameras for you. Somebody's asleep at the switch. Uh-huh.
I see you know Kentucky. Mm-hmm. He tell you how he like to
swing shovels? Well, you two must have
made quite an impression, because now
he wants to talk to the man himself. Oh, that's funny. So do we.
All cLear. These D.E.A. Boys coming out the woodwork like roaches.
Mm-hmm. Raylan: What did that mean, "so do we"?
That means that we ain't seen Hot Rod in days,
so maybe you two should keep doing y'all
constabulating and let us know where he's at.
Raylan: You wouldn't lie to
us, would you, Jay? Look, man, we foot soldiers.
We been here all day minding our
own, and we ain't seen the crew in days. Raylan: You buying any of
this? Not one bit, but there's other places we can look.
Okay, you sit on these assholes. Do not let
them call Hot Rod. We don't want him getting a
heads-up we're coming. ♪ ♪ help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for Boyd Crowder. Never heard of him.
Look, I don't know if you playing me or
protecting him, but I'm a friend of his woman.
I promise you, he will want to see me. Let me see if the owner
knows him. Boyd: That won't be necessary, Caleb.
I'm Boyd Crowder. You'll have to forgive
my friend Caleb... we know each other from
the mines. A man spends that much time
in the dark, customer service ain't
one of his strong suits. My experience, a dog can be trained.
A human can, too. Boyd: I didn't get your name, miss...?
Rowena is just fine. It's a long way out
of my routine to get down here, which
means it's a long way home, so it's
best we just get down to brass tacks.
Boyd: Very well, then. Caleb? Please. Whatever you need, I'm at your
disposal. Simple. Once a week, you get me 100
grams, pure as you can. I take a cut, give the rest to your woman.
Boyd: Ava wants heroin? Guess you weren't expecting that, huh?
Your girl's fitting to take care of herself,
but first you got to take care of me.
Boyd: Well, what did you have in mind? I had a partner, woman named
Vernon. Worked with me at the jail, helped me bring shit inside.
She was murdered. A man set fire to her
house in the middle of the night and let
her burn inside. You gonna get me my retribution.
Look, I know what I'm asking ain't easy...
Boyd: It ain't that so much.
It sounds like this fella has it coming. [ Sighs ]
It just bothers me that I don't know you, and
you know a hell of a lot more about what my
fiancée's doing than I do. Well, all you need
to know, you want your woman to be safe,
this what has to happen. How you think
he feel being treated like that?
Like a shit smear on they shoes? Humiliated. Shut up!
Why you think that old, tired-ass,
bourbon-soaked has-been Miller's on the hunt?
That must by why everybody missing and why Kentucky down here.
I don't know. Hey, I ain't gonna tell you guys again.
[ Scoffs ] When is this little D.E.A.
Punk gonna Learn how to wipe his own
ass? When daddy says he can. You don't like the truth, do
you, whipping boy? They keep you in the dark, whipping boy?
All right. I'm just gonna chalk that
up to you two being upset, what with
half your crew dead in Mexico. Oh, yeah. Y-you didn't know that?
[ Chuckling ] Yeah. Federales found them
all shot up in their truck with traces of
heroin. Long gone. Oh, I bet... I bet you two boys
were expecting that heroin to come
your way, weren't you? [ Chuckles ]
You know what that means, don't you? There's a lot up for grabs.
It's "now or never" time, baby. Mm-hmm. Hammer and anvil?
Yep. Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey. Hey.
Sit your asses down. God damn it, guys! You can't shoot us, dude.
What you think it's gonna look like,
you killing a couple homies in cuffs?
Yeah, I will take the cuffs off after. You ain't got the balls to do
that. That's Miller's department. Oh, yeah? Try me.
Okay. Who you gonna hit first, huh? Ohh!
Whoo! Down goes Frazier, baby! Down goes Frazier! Yeah!
Hammer and anvil, baby. Hammer and anvil. Get the keys.
Has he left yet? No, we still here. What's going on?
The clock is running down. Boyd Crowder hit back. You tell Hot Rod.
He give us where Boyd Crowder's at, and
maybe he lives. What the hell now?
Come on. Let's go. [ Laughs ]
[ Groans ] [ Breathing heavily ] How do I know?
You been with me damn near the entire time. Where he at?
I ain't gonna ask again. Geez. All I know is he got a bar up in
Harlan. That's a start. Where? Try Google.
You son of... no, no, no! Okay, okay! Stop.
I tell you what. You grab a pencil. I'll draw you a map.
You can't find anything out there without a... a map.
Raylan: I didn't know Hot Rod was a legitimate businessman. He ain't.
It's just a way to move the dope. Raylan: Oh, but the dope in
the tow car gives him deniability. It's an old trick, but it
still works. [ Gunshot ]
Gun down! Now!
Aw, shit.
Just like you to show up two minutes late.
Hot Rod, what the hell have
you gone and done? I got greedy. Raylan: Anyone else here?
What are you doing here? Raylan: Johnny
Crowder and three of your boys turned up
dead in Mexico. At the hands of Boyd, no doubt.
Damn crowders. [ Groans ] [ Coughs ] Miller.
Yeah? You got the flask? Yeah.
911. What is your emergency? Deputy U.S. marshal Raylan Givens.
We need an ambulance. You had this
piece of shit ever since I know you.
[ Chuckles ] It's cheap shit. What, old dog like you gonna
complain? Old dog being put down. Oh, shit.
Least I ain't dying in no jail cell, like your daddy. [ Groaning ]
Drink up, old man. Drink up. It'll make
you feel better. Go ahead. There you go.
Drink it down. There you go. [ Breathing
[ heavily ] Remember, I gave you that tip?
[ Chuckles ] Turned out to be a... a D.E.A. Sting.
You didn't even know what your own office was doing. Yeah.
It landed me in some epic shit. Almost lost my job.
[ Siren wailing in distance ] Aw, hell.
[ Telephone rings ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Knock on door ] Boyd: Afternoon. I'm sorry to disturb your rest,
but the receptionist down the hall said that you're elmont Swain.
You come to tell me I won the sweepstakes, are you?
She sent you here, didn't she?
Boyd: I'm just here to talk. Don't lie to me, boy.
Show me that respect, at least.
Boyd: She said you killed her partner. Them sending that poison into
the prisons, making my poor Helena overdose.
She was doing time for check
fraud, for God's sake. Didn't deserve that.
Boyd: Well, if someone killed
my woman, I'd do the same. That's my Helena.
Boyd: She's a beautiful
woman. I got a bad heart, bad liver, and don't got long on
this earth. But if you want to send
me to her, you're gonna have to draw.
Boyd: Well, unless you want to meet your maker
this fine day, I'd take my finger off that
trigger, elmont. But I will tell you this... killing an old man in a
nursing-home bed ain't on my bucket list.
In that case, you better turn
around and head out of here. Boyd: Well,
I'm afraid I can't do that, either.
So we got a problem. [ Sighs ] How would you like to get out of
here? Somewhere far away? I got the money and the
motivation to set you up for life. Now, how about it?
Won't you save us both a whole lot of trouble and
agree to live out the rest of your days like a
king, Mr. Swain? How much money? Well, I don't really give a
shit, but I guess it's good news. Henkins has a concussion, but
he'll be all right. Raylan: Rod was your C.I., huh?
For the better part of 15 years. He'd tip me to his competition.
Raylan: You let him peddle his pot. And you thought I was dirty,
huh? So, with Jay and Roscoe after this Boyd Crowder, you got any
notion of which way they're headed? Raylan: I might.
It's still a D.E.A. Case, Givens. If you're headed over there,
goddamn right I'm going with you. Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Boyd: What's your E.T.A. Now? I told you,
I need some for Ava. Let's say two hours.
But I lost track of those idiots Danny and Dewey.
Can't get them on their cells.
Boyd: Well, keep trying.
Dewey: It keeps sending us to the highways. Danny: Well, make it not.
Dewey: Oh, God, this damn thing don't work.
Danny: If we take this road,
where does it get us? Dewey: Oh, I don't know.
What road is this?
Danny: Dewey, Dewey, I thought you knew these roads.
Dewey: I know the highways.
Danny: You don't know shit! Dewey: If it
weren't for me, y'all wouldn't even be in...
Danny: I'm in the middle of nowhere with a
redneck that stinks like my ball sack, towing
a car full of heroin that will put me away for two lifetimes.
Now, unless you want me to set
up a special meet and greet with our lord and
savior, get this damn GPS working, you hear me?
Dewey: Yeah, man, I hear you. Danny: Amen. [ Engine turns over ]
Simple piece of shit.
Help you boys? Your sure can. Y'all got maker's?
Does the pope shit in the woods? [ Chuckles ]
Doubles. Neat.
♪ ♪
Ohh! Aah! God damn! No need to get rough!
Shit, take the money and go.
The money? Oh, no, you got us all wrong.
We looking for someone name of
Boyd Crowder. The word is that this his place.
Do you know him?
No. No, I... Aah. [ Groaning ]
Hey, man, take that shit out his mouth so he can talk, man. 'Scoe!
Take it out. You were saying? Uh... Y-y-yeah, yeah, I know
him. Oh, okay. 'Cause your boy killed our crew
and took our drugs, so this the score. We gonna let the song play out
to the end so you can think about that, then
you gonna tell us where we can find him, or
that'll be the last song you ever hear. He's not even here...
shh! Song ain't over yet. [ Buzzer sounds ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Ava Crowder? You're scheduled for a hep-b shot tonight.
Check in with the infirmary before lights out.
You're Crowder? You're the bitch who messed up our supply?
Ava: I'm working on it. Unless you got a
gram shoved up your pussy for me right now,
you ain't taking care of anything. Ava: I will have something
soon. Something soon. "Something soon" means shit.
You ain't got anything on you right now, it's time to catch cold.
No, it's time for you to back off. This bitch is messing me up.
Look at me. I said, "look"! Don't be preaching none of
your goddess bullshit. You can cut her and
you can cut me, but it's not gonna help
you. Making this bitch bleed will help Learn her.
This what you really want to do? You really want to cut someone?
You want to cut me, then you cut me... really cut me.
Don't do this half-assed,
fiending bullshit to make yourself feel bigger and badder.
That don't come from out here.
You deal with that in there. The real
fight is inside you, not out here.
But if you want that real fight, we can always arrange it.
You just say where and when.
[ Women murmuring ]
Don't mind if I do. Hey, Raylan. Raylan: Hmm?
[ Thud ] [ Gasps ] [ Screams ]
Raylan: Two men after Boyd? What? Raylan: Who did this?
Those assholes! They shot next to my ear! I can't hear you!
Raylan: Two guys looking for Boyd, right?! They did this?!
Yeah. Raylan: Where are they?! The whorehouse!
Hey, wait, man, I don't need this shit! Wait! What about me?!
God damn! What the hell kind of place is this?!
Darryl: It's real simple. Crowes want to be
responsible for transporting your heroin
across state lines. We already demonstrated
our ability to successfully navigate
the border patrols, and with the risk that
assumes, we feel we entitled to 20% of the pie,
which leaves plenty to go around. Wynn: That's it?
Darryl: Just that we appreciate the
opportunity, and we are excited to be a part of
all your endeavors. Wynn: So that's it?
Darryl: Yeah.
Wynn: Well, I just have a few questions I'd
love to get cleared up before we get into specifics.
Darryl: Shit, yeah. Such as? Wynn: Where are our drugs?
Boyd: Carl's truck's already arrived. The other one's still en route.
Darryl: They'll be here real soon. Wynn: Well, maybe we should
wait until "real soon" to finish this discussion.
Darryl: No, you ain't got to
worry, Mr. Duffy. Everybody's gonna be just fine, trust me.
Even if it arrives safely and we agree
to go with you, 20% ain't happening.
Darryl: Well, what would you consider
fair for this kind of specialized labor?
Wynn: 10%. And that's of what you actually deliver, not what you
leave Mexico with. Wynn: There are
three other partners involved in this
enterprise. If we pay you 20%, then
you're making almost as much as us, and
that hardly seems fair.
Darryl: Well, if you can't find someone to get your shit
over here, y'all gonna be splitting exactly Jack shit.
Yo, this Audry's famous whorehouse? It is. But we are closed.
Damn. What happened, all the pussy ran out on y'all or something?
- We're fumigating. - Fumigating? The whores?
I knew you would like that. But seriously,
though, I'm gonna need to take a peek inside.
Seriously. If I got to tell you we're closed again, we gonna have a
problem. You already got a problem. Meet Roscoe.
- Say hi, Roscoe. - Hi.
- Why don't we say 15% and call it a day? - For 15%, I'll smuggle it in myself.
Darryl: So go ahead and do it, man. Stop wasting my goddamn time.
Wynn: Something wrong?
I don't suppose I got to tell y'all not to reach
inside your coats or do anything accordingly
stupid. Wynn: Can we help you gentlemen?
I bet you can. Which one of y'all Boyd Crowder?
Boyd: Who may I say is asking? Who? [ Chuckles ] We are.
Boyd: Well, whoever you are, taking into
consideration everything that's happened in
the last 48 hours, I take it you're here
for drugs or money or maybe revenge.
Man, this dude! Yes. God damn, I love it.
But you can keep the revenge.
We'll just take the drugs or the money.
In fact, I'll even let you pick
which. Boyd: Well, that's mighty considerate.
[ Chuckles ] Boyd Crowder's the man. Mm-hmm.
Boyd: So, how about it, boys? What should we give them, huh?
Half a mil? But why stop there?
'Cause y'all probably want the full mil, right?
Or, better yet, we could just
give you all our drugs, let you take that.
How would that be for you boys?
Don't do this, Boyd. Now, see, we was
getting along there for a minute, right?
So don't ruin it. Boyd: Actually, we might have a job opening.
All you got to do is kill this fella right
here, agree to 10%, and you can become our new
smugglers. Darryl: Man, is you out your mind?
Ain't nobody doing shit to me. Boyd: Or
better yet, why don't we all just pull right
now? Shoot this shit out, see what's what when the smoke clears, huh?
Darryl: Boyd, cool out, man. I'll take 10%. Boyd: Shut up, Darryl.
It's already too late for that. Darryl: Okay.
Boyd: Come on, boys.
Who's in? Raylan: Miller, would you call this a herd, a gaggle, or a
flock of assholes? I would call this a united nations of assholes.
Boyd: Well, that's funny, 'cause we were
just discussing ratifying some shit.
Raylan: Boys, we're gonna need you two to put them guns down.
Boyd: Uh, Raylan, can I be excused from the table?
Raylan: No, you may not.
Boys. Reason not the need, marshal. Here we go.
Raylan: I'm sorry? "King Lear"? Shakespeare?
Basically, Lear split his kingdom in half and
gave it to his two daughters, deal being
Lear get to hang out and keep 100 knights.
They agree, and then later,
these two bitch-ass daughters, they change the deal.
They like, "well, daddy, what
you need with 100 knights? 50, 10, 5? What you need with one?"
Lear says, "reason not the need." Hot damn!
Reason not the need. Uh-huh. Raylan: I don't understand
what these two are talking about, but I got to admit I'm interested.
Well, in the analogy, we be Lear, and we just
want what's rightfully ours, and then we
out, never to be seen again. And, well, they the bitches.
You can have them and they
kingdom. Raylan: You two assaulted a D.E.A. Agent.
And you got Hot Rod killed. Yeah, but
that's all 'cause of these folks here.
We handed them to you. You ought to be thanking us.
No way either of you are
walking out of here in anything less than handcuffs.
I'm gonna give you three
seconds, Roscoe. Drop the gun. Look, now, I know you upset
over Hot Rod, but you know better than to push us, Miller. Whoa!
Your brother threatened a D.E.A. Officer.
Put that gun down, or I'll kill
you dead. Raylan: Put it down. [ Groans ]
Put it down. Raylan: Don't do it, Jay. Put it down.
So, what now? Want to go hunt down some tow trucks?
Raylan: I'm gonna head back to
Lexington, enjoy some of this vacation.
Yeah, I ought to do that from time to time.
Take some time off, go see my
kids. But somehow, that never seems to quite end up happening.
Raylan: Thought you didn't have kids? No, I never said that.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ] Take it easy, Miller.
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Tires squeal ]
Boyd: I apologize for running late. Had a little hiccup with the
local authorities. Really are a criminal, ain't you, son?
Boyd: Well, I can't deny that, Mr. Swain. I still got my gun, you all
try anything. Boyd: Relax, elmont. You on easy street now.
Hell are you doing? Boyd: Well, if it's all
right with you, I'm gonna take a piss.
Nothing funny. Of course not. Jimmy, get elmont here his
money. Ease his weary mind. Now, I'll be right back.
[ Gagging ]
It's done. Kendal: Four in a row. Wendy: Dang.
Kid, you are sharp, I'll give you that. Kendal: What are we doing
here, Wendy? Wendy: Just waiting for Darryl to make bail.
Kendal: I don't mean that. Wendy: Look, we talked about this.
We just got to stay put for another couple of days, all right?
We are almost there. Hey. Everything all right?
Darryl: No matter where you at, it's the
same dumb-ass cops asking the same dumb-ass
questions. What y'all playing? Kendal: Double solitaire.
Darryl: You got another deck? Kendal: No, sorry.
Hey, I said I ain't got another
one. Darryl: Damn, son, what is you scared I'm gonna find?
Kendal: Nothing, but that's my shit. Wendy: Come on, Darryl, what
are you doing? Darryl: What you got? Pornos?
Kendal: I ain't got nothing.
Darryl: Gay porn? Wendy: Darryl! Darryl: Shut up.
Ain't no pornos. It's close to two g's, man.
You want to explain this?
Kendal: It's mine. I earned it. Darryl: Oh, you earned it,
huh? What, is you sucking dick in the trailers?
Huh? Wendy: You best answer him, Kendal.
Darryl: How you get all this? Wendy: Go on.
Kendal: I stole it from the
Johns that came in. Darryl: You... How you steal...
I'm keeping this shit. Kendal: That's mine. Darryl: Ain't shit yours.
When you grow... Kendal! Kendal! Man, what is wrong with him?
Wendy: Well, maybe he's just looking
for a way out. Darryl: A way out?
Why you keep talking about getting out? Wendy: We both want out,
Darryl. All right? This place just ain't right.
Darryl: You sound goddamn stupid. I got one truck of dope here.
Another one is on the way. We know the pipeline, we know the players.
I'm fitting to kill three people. We gonna take over the entire
heroin business in Kentucky. Wendy: I don't want that.
I don't want no part of that.
Neither does Kendal. I want my cut of what
all you're about to get in, and then I'm
gone. Darryl: You don't want that?
[ Buzzer sounds ] Ava: I'm here for my shot.
Go on and sit.
Ava: You talk to Boyd? Skinny, little stick of a man?
He able to satisfy all your needs? Ava: I think more important
is whether he was able to satisfy yours. Well, yes and no.
Must be nice to have a man to do your every
bidding, 'cause he sure done this one real well.
Ava: Then we're good. No. There's one more thing I need.
Ava: Hold on. We had a deal. See, here's the
amazing thing about you being the convict and
me being the non-convict... you don't got
any leverage. Ava: This is how you do
business? This is why you didn't want Judith in on this?
You cross her, too? No, the deal's still good.
See, just one more condition.
See, the first one was you helping me on the
outside, and this is you helping me on the
inside. Ava: Hmm. You want to hear it or not?
It's no big thing. You just got to kill mother superior.
Ava: Come again? You want your shit, you got to kill Judith.
Ava: [ Groans ]
Art: Jesus Christ. Is this real, or has
early-onset dementia finally set in, and I'm
starting to see you in my waking hours? Raylan: Got a tip.
Art: Yeah, I heard that from the D.E.A. Sac in Memphis.
Called to thank me for our
assistance. Raylan: You're welcome. Art: So, what, you're filing
reports on your vacation? That's a violation
of the D.O.J. Employment guidelines.
Raylan: The vacation was postponed. I got to take care of a few
things first. Art: [ Scoffs ] Meaning, you can't go on
vacation because you're working. 'Cause that's who you are, Raylan.
Right? You're a working man. Raylan: You
know, I might be on to something here, Art.
Wynn Duffy mixing it up with the crowes? Art: Don't worry.
D.E.A.'S already asked for your assistance.
I'm not gonna take you off the
case. Congratulations. You win again. Raylan: You say that like
it's a bad thing. Art: [ Chuckles ] You know what?
My wife is right... I'm the crazy one
here, thinking that you're gonna change.
I mean, what the hell's ever gonna do that?
I've already torn you so many
new assholes, you don't know which one's the
original, but you're still the same guy that
kicked up here from Florida. I tell you what
to do, you do whatever the hell you want,
somehow it all works out, and I'm the dumb-ass losing sleep over it.
Raylan: I asked you to make a choice, Art.
If you don't like the way I do
things... Art: Well, I'm not gonna make that decision.
'Cause I don't have to, right? I've still got a week and a half.
I'm gonna enjoy my time. Hell, why am I even talking to you?
You're not even here. Raylan: Art, I'm here.
Let's get to this.
Let's just resolve this. Art: No. I'm still the goddamn boss,
until somebody tells me otherwise. And if I say you're not here,
you're not here.
♪ ♪
[ Tires screech ]
Dewey: You cut it with baby laxative? Danny: Hell, yeah.
You didn't know that? Dewey: I dealt mostly with pills.
Danny: Aw, yeah, man. I... I see cocaine, and I just shit my pants.
Yeah, it's all cut with that shit. What's this cock-knocker doing,
man? Dewey: I told you we shouldn't have taken the
highway. Danny: Dewey, shut your goddamn mouth.
Hey, asshole, Learn how to drive! Oh, you just barked up the wrong
tree! [ Breathing heavily ]
D.E.A., show me your hands.
Danny: Dewey, how far you think that car is from here?
Dewey: The hell you doing?
Danny: Officer. How you doing? Is there a problem?
Won't be, soon as you're down on the
ground with your hands on your head.
Danny: Oh, that's not necessary. I belive my weapon says
otherwise. Danny: Ah, see you got your gun out.
Ain't gonna work. You ever hear of the 21-foot rule?
Matter of fact, I have. Danny: Certain
kind of man would think that it's fate.
Of all the harmful, epic bullshit on the
Internet, 21-foot rule's top of the list,
pal. Danny: [ Chuckles ] Why don't you holster that gun?
I holster it, you gonna be the second asshole I shoot today.
Danny: [ Chuckles ] I'll make sure to put that on your tombstone.
Here we go.
[ Tires screech ]
Dewey: [ Screams ]
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