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Previously on "Justified"...
Art: Drew Thompson pancaking
into that driveway... that was the
day *** came to Harlan county.
Raylan: Where the hell
is drew Thompson?
Boyd: What I want is for you
to find out why our sales have
dropped off.
Johnny: This church
is the reason.
Billy: Why are you
here, newcomers?
You all come to watch the
hillbilly with the snakes?
Or did you come to be saved?!
Boyd: "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 floodwaters
will recede.
You're new around here.
Folks bet less on fights between
fighters they don't know.
Randall: What, I got
to fight again?
[ Grunts ]
Lindsey: In the right light, you
could be considered attractive.
[ Door opens ]
Randall: I just need to have
a quick word with my wife.
Boyd: How come you don't keep
the snakes in here to sleep?
Cassie: Billy's room's warmer.
Boyd: Oh, that's your
brother's room, huh...
The one you're sneaking out
of in the dead of the night?
Cassie: I sing hymns over him
until his brain's quiet enough
to let him rest.
Boyd: So that's all you were
doing in there... just tucking
in your brother... him
and all his serpents?
Cassie: Way you riled him up, I'm
surprised he got to sleep at all.
Boyd: 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... [ chuckles ]
Why, you're the brains.
Cassie: What's that?
Boyd: What's it look like?
Cassie: Like the 30 pieces of
silver the high priest caiaphas
gave to Judas iscariot.
Boyd: 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.
Cassie: I'm afraid you've
misjudged me, Mr. crowder.
I would never tell my brother
how to spread the good word.
Boyd: How about
where to spread it?
Cassie: Now, that's a
different conversation.
It's a more expensive one.
Boyd: It's good to know we
both speak the same tongues.
The thing is... I don't
get shaken down.
Cassie: 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.
Boyd: Well, then, ma'am, I apologize
for simply wasting your time.
Cassie: I know why you
keep misjudging us.
Boyd: Do tell.
Cassie: Unlike the rest of these
sorry souls around here...
We're not afraid of you.
Boyd: Well, in that case, ma'am, I
think we've misjudged each other.
Lindsey: You awake?
Raylan: I am now.
Lindsey: Since when do you
sleep in your clothes?
Raylan: Couldn't figure out a way
to keep a gun in my undershorts.
Lindsey: Since when do
you sleep with a gun?
Raylan: Since I found out the
woman I've been seeing has a
husband I couldn't knock
down with a hammer.
Lindsey: He's not
my husband anymore.
Raylan: I ain't asking.
Lindsey: I'm telling you.
I divorced him when he got
put away this last time.
Raylan: I had him
pegged as a con.
That, or maybe a fighter.
Lindsey: Actually, he's both.
I mean, fighting's
his real calling.
We just never made
much money at it.
Raylan: How did he
make his money?
Lindsey: The old-fashioned way.
Raylan: He stole it?
Lindsey: We stole it.
Raylan: That's your
deep, dark secret, huh?
Lindsey: If it's not, I'd hate to
think of what else I'd be hiding.
Raylan: What was the deal?
You guys picking pockets,
robbing liquor stores?
Lindsey: I'd get next to a guy,
find out what he had worth
taking, and Randall
would take it.
Raylan: Simple.
Lindsey: Always figured the
simpler we kept it, the less
chance it'd go wrong.
Raylan: But it did
go wrong, huh?
Lindsey: Yeah.
[ Both chuckle ]
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.
Raylan: Which is why he went
to prison and you didn't.
Lindsey: Yeah.
Raylan: Well... I know I feel
better, knowing all this.
Lindsey: You one of those
guys who loses interest in a
woman once he realizes she can't
wear white to her wedding?
Raylan: I'd like to think not.
Lindsey: I was hoping if I came
clean, you'd understand I reformed.
Raylan: [ Chuckles ]
Lindsey: Maybe even see your way
clear to forgiving me my trespasses.
Raylan: Yeah?
I guess it just depends.
Lindsey: On what?
Raylan: How bad were you?
Lindsey: I was pretty bad.
Still am sometimes.
Raylan: I guess the only
question I'm still asking is if
Randall beat the *** out of
some guy for rubbing on you,
how's he gonna react when he
finds out what we've been doing?
Lindsey: I'll tell you
what I just told Randall.
I don't owe him ***.
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?
[ Belt buckle jingles ]
Raylan: I can give it a shot.
♪
Boyd: Carrot didn't work.
Means it's time for the stick.
[ Dog barking ]
Aah!
[ Rattling ]
Aah!
***! Oww! Aah!
Colton: Jimmy!
[ Screaming ]
Colton: Oh, ***.
They're everywhere.
***!
Colton: Jimmy, get out of there!
[ Grunting ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Gunshots ]
Colton: Jimmy.
Jimmy! Stop firing!
Aah! Aah!
Colton: Jimmy, get up!
[ Screaming ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Screaming continues ]
♪ 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
{pub}Colton: Boyd!
Boyd: Did you send
that preacher packing?
Colton: [ Grunting ]
[ Groaning ]
Boyd: [ Groans ]
Ava: What the hell happened?
Colton: I think a snake bit him.
Ava: Thank you.
Boyd: Call Johnny.
Tell him to get ahold of that doc
he uses from physical therapy.
Colton: Johnny's not answering.
I tried him before I
decided to come here.
Boyd: Well, go find a doctor.
Tell him to get ahold of some
antivenom and bring his *** here!
Colton: Where am I
supposed to find a doctor?
Ava: The free clinic in Evarts.
Boyd: Go!
[ Grunting ]
Boyd: Hold on, son.
You're lucky to be alive.
Where the hell is Johnny?
[ Indistinct yelling ]
Raylan: Jesus.
I hope that ain't necessary.
Randall: She said I took her by
surprise, showing up the way
I did, and where am I staying?
We got things to discuss.
Raylan: I know, Randall.
I was standing right next
to her when she called you.
Randall: Turns out she just
needed to know where to send her
big, bad deputy marshal.
Raylan: Jesus.
You living out of this locker?
Showering here, sleeping in
your car, something like that?
Randall: Well, I was gonna
try to sleep on the couch in
Emanuel's office, but it turns
out he's doing that himself.
Raylan: Mm.
Randall: Thinks sleeping in the gym
will turn him into Cus D'Amato.
You know who that is?
Raylan: Where'd you do your bit...
Glades?
Randall: This last one...
Okaloosa, mostly.
Raylan: That's near Pensacola?
Randall: Nicer than glades from the
outside, but the tiers were ***.
Raylan: I used to work
out of the Miami office.
Didn't get up north much.
Randall: 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.
Raylan: You, uh, move up north
once you started fighting?
Randall: You ever do any?
Raylan: Boxing?
Randall: Cage fighting.
Raylan: Not lately.
Randall: 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.
Raylan: 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?
Randall: I guess she
told you a lot, huh?
Raylan: 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.
Randall: I paid my debt.
Hers, too, when you
think about it.
Raylan: You paid
part of your debt.
Randall: Not my fault the state
can't afford to keep us.
Raylan: No.
We got to reserve space for the
guys that pose a genuine danger
to society.
Randall: You read my jacket?
Raylan: 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.
Randall: Gonna tell my p.O.
On me.
That's not so big
and bad after all.
Raylan: I tell you
what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna give you till about...
Well, let's say 6:00.
Get your *** out of that locker
and get your *** back on the
road to Florida, or I'm
gonna send you back.
Up to you if it's
in cuffs or a box.
Randall: You read what I did
to the last old boy tried to
make time with my wife?
Raylan: Skimmed it.
Something about a coma.
Randall: 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.
Raylan: Hmm.
Randall: 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?
Raylan: Sounds like
we got a date.
Art: Oh, come!
Raylan: I'll come back.
Art: No, Raylan. Join us.
Raylan: It can wait.
I'll just, uh... art: 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.
Rachel: Like it says, by the
time I made him, he was already
standing over me.
There was no way to call
without him seeing.
Art: You with us so far?
Raylan: It's all very... but drew
Thompson, Tim told me, come in...
Art: 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.
Rachel: Yesterday, I went
there looking for him.
I went back this morning 'cause
I liked the French toast.
Art: And then, to make matters
worse, she went to the ladies' room.
Rachel: I was trying to get some
distance so I could call it
in.
You should at least
approve of that.
Art: I'm supposed to approve
of you trapping yourself in a
confined space with one
door and no windows.
Rachel: How many times has
Wyatt earp here put himself in
positions like that and worse,
and how many reprimands have you
written him?
Art: Oh, he's a lost cause.
I still have some hope for you.
What a good example you've set.
Raylan: Drew Thompson?
Art: Thompson's widow.
Remarried six months after drew
hit the side... I mean, didn't
hit the sidewalk.
Raylan: I knew what you meant.
Art: 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.
Raylan: That's actually
a decent plan.
Art: Thank you for saying so.
Raylan: She still married?
Art: 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?
Raylan: All righty.
Art: Oh, and, Raylan?
Raylan: Yes.
Art: At the time of his death,
drew Thompson was wanted
in a sealed federal
witness warrant.
Raylan: What'd he witness?
Art: Well, I don't know.
That's what "sealed" means.
Admit it... you're getting a little
bit of a marshal *** yourself.
Raylan: Maybe.
If you get it unsealed.
Art: Hoping for some movement
on that later today.
If my *** lasts much longer,
I'm gonna have to consult my
physician.
What's your opinion?
Raylan: On your ***?
I don't have one.
Art: No... on what's
going on with Rachel.
Raylan: If I had one, I sure as
hell wouldn't tell the boss.
Wynn: Mr. crowder, I feel like
I made it clear last time
we were together.
I'm not looking for a partner.
Johnny: You made it clear that
you weren't looking for a
partner you can't trust.
Wynn: I can trust you?
Johnny: [ Chuckles ]
Do you have any idea what Boyd would
do to me if he knew I was here?
Wynn: Unless he sent you.
Johnny: He didn't.
Wynn: 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.
Johnny: Mr. Duffy?
Wynn: Yeah.
Johnny: 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.
Wynn: I always heard it was his
daddy's shotgun that did that.
Johnny: I was the heir apparent.
Boyd has never been nothing but
a Thorn in his daddy's fat ***.
So, now, how is it that he's the
one that's gonna get everything?
Wynn: Boys.
Would you excuse us?
[ Doors open, close ]
Mr. crowder, as strange as this sounds...
I want to believe you.
Johnny: So, what if... I were to
give him to you, serve him up?
Wynn: When you say him, you mean...
Johnny: Boyd.
Wynn: Okay.
And when you say "serve him up,"
you mean... Johnny: What if I
were to help you kill him?
{pub}Um, I could... I could take him
to an E.R., say I found him
on the side of the road.
Boyd: You're wasting time.
Do it.
Do you want a belt, son?
All right. Open your mouth.
[ Panting, crying ]
[ Screams, crying ]
Boyd: [ Exhales ]
That's it.
Tim: 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.
Raylan: Have you been
drug tested lately?
Tim: You didn't even
open the file, did you?
Raylan: I have a lot on my mind.
Tim: 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.
Raylan: What does
that mean, "clients"?
Eve: Don't tell me
why you're here.
Raylan: Ma'am?
Eve: The reason might be
different than what you think,
and I don't want you
to confuse my reading.
Tim: Well, actually, ma'am,
I'm deputy marshal...
Eve: Didn't I just
say not to tell me?
Tim: Yes.
Eve: Please, come in.
Raylan: She's a psychic.
Tim: Uh, a certified
spiritualist.
Raylan: Certified by who?
Eve: Y'all familiar with psychometry...
Extra-sensory
perception through
physical contact?
Raylan: I saw a movie
once where Walken shakes
Martin sheen's hand, sees
him start world war III.
Eve: You're a skeptic.
Raylan: You get that a lot?
Eve: 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.
Raylan: And they give
you their life savings?
Eve: That's why you're here...
Because some ambitious
prosecutor has decided yet again
to charge me with theft by
deception.
Raylan: Actually, ma'am,
marshals don't investigate theft
of any kind.
We chase fugitives, one
of whom has led us here.
Tim: You don't see him
somewhere around us?
Eve: Not so clearly.
Raylan: Surprising, considering
you used to be married to him.
Eve: Oh, if you're looking for
Bradley, then you should get
ahold of that little ***
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.
Raylan: Bradley's your husband?
Eve: Ex-husband.
Raylan: We ain't
looking for him.
Eve: I don't understand.
Tim: We're looking for
your other husband.
Raylan: Former husband.
Eve: Drew's dead.
Raylan: Well, you may be
more qualified to know that.
All we know for certain is his body
didn't hit that street in corbin.
Tim: He may be dead
some other way.
Raylan: Have you been in touch
with drew in the last 30 years?
Tim: Would you happen to
have any photos of him?
Eve: No.
Packed them all away.
They got lost in
one of the moves.
Raylan: 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.
Eve: I see so much
death around you.
Both of you.
Raylan: Ma'am, we don't
have time for this.
Eve: You're doing something
later today, something you know
you shouldn't.
But you're gonna do it anyway.
Tim: He does something
stupid every day.
Can you be a little
more specific?
Eve: You're meeting
someone, someone bad.
Raylan: I meet bad
people for a living.
Eve: This is personal.
Some... weightlifter?
Fighter?
Raylan: How'd you do that?
Tim: What?
Raylan: I'm meeting
Lindsey's ex-husband later.
Tim: Lindsey has an ex-husband?
Raylan: Apparently.
Tim: Where you meeting him?
Raylan: His gym.
Tim: What gym?
Raylan: That boxing gym
over on the east side.
Showtime's at 6:00 P.M.
Are we all finished here?
What?
Tim: He circled twice
before he pulled in.
Now he's just sitting
there with the motor off.
Eve: Who's sitting where?
Raylan: Eve, you know that man?
Eve: I've never seen him before.
Raylan: You got a room in
this house without windows?
Eve: Half-bath.
Raylan: Go there.
Tim: It'll be all right.
Raylan: 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?
Raylan: Hell of a guess.
I'm FBI.
I'm gonna reach into the side
of my coat for my creds.
Raylan: 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.
Tim: You don't mind if we
call the FBI, make sure you
didn't get that out
of a cereal box?
Knock yourselves out.
Eve: [ Grunts loudly ]
[ Groans ]
Tim: 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?
Tim: Ms. munro!
Raylan: Any chance while you're
here, you'd tell us what
drew Thompson was a
material witness to?
Tim: Ms. munro, false alarm.
I would if I knew.
Tim: No, you wouldn't.
No, I guess maybe I wouldn't.
Tim: I thought you told
her to lock herself in.
Raylan: [ Sighs ]
Art: Way to go, ***.
Tim: It's ***, art.
Art: Just admit it.
You guys are
hopeless without me.
Tim: She stayed
put for 30 years.
We're supposed to assume she's gonna
choose today to go for the door?
Art: A good investigator assumes
nothing but observes everything.
Raylan: See, art wouldn't let a
little thing like an armed man
coming towards the
house distract him.
Art: Well, maybe with a third
set of eyes, you could've kept
an eye on the armed man and
the suburban grandmother.
Raylan: She ain't a grandmother.
Art: Yeah, I know, but
it sounds funnier.
Raylan: Younger than you.
Tim: Well, plus,
she's got powers.
Raylan: Jesus.
Tim: Some kind of a gift.
He wants to talk to you.
Art: Really?
Yeah.
Art: 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.
Art: 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.
Art: They were doing fine
until you showed up.
What's that mean?
Tim: Means we were handling it.
Yeah.
Well, now we're handling it.
Raylan: 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.
Raylan: 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?
Tim: 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.
Raylan: What if
she's not running?
Meaning what?
Raylan: Well, why leave the car?
Same reason she left her phone...
Because she knew we'd track her?
Raylan: Maybe.
Like I said... we'll
take it from here.
The best thing you fellas can do...
Stay out of my way.
Raylan: I'm telling you.
Something ain't right.
[ Exhales ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Phone ringing ]
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.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
[ Cellphone closes ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Eve: [ Whimpering softly ]
[ Whimpering louder ]
[ Chuckles ]
Mm.
Alone at last.
Hmm?
Eve: [ Whimpers ]
Shh.
Eve: [ Whimpering continues ]
[ Groans ]
If I take this off and you scream,
I'm-a cut your tongue out.
You believe me?
Eve: [ Winces ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
Where's drew?
Eve: I don't know.
[ Yells, whimpering ]
[ Groans ]
Where's drew?
Eve: [ Crying ] I swear, until an
hour ago, I thought he was dead.
I swear. I swear.
[ Grunts ]
Now, I'm-a give you one more
chance, and then I'm gonna ***
on that sock before
I put it back.
Eve: How do I know you won't
just kill me after you find him?
[ Whimpering ]
You don't worry about how
long you gonna live.
You worry about... how
slow you gonna die.
Where is he?
Johnny: What the hell's this?
Boyd: Never mind that.
Where the hell have you been?
Johnny: Wasn't aware I was
supposed to keep you apprised of
my comings and goings.
Mr. crowder?
Boyd: Yeah.
Johnny: Yeah.
I'd... I'd still like to
get him to a hospital.
Boyd: 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.
Raylan: The fella who uses
this locker... Randall?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Everybody knows Randall.
Raylan: I'm sure they do.
But where is he?
Right after you left the last
time, he packed up all his ***.
He carried it out to his car.
Ain't seen him since.
Raylan: Was he scared
when he was leaving?
How do you mean?
Raylan: I'm just kidding.
Thanks, man.
Yeah, it looks like ***.
Well, I'll check it out anyway, let
you know if anything pans out.
[ Chuckles ]
Should've known.
Raylan: 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?
Raylan: Who?
Thompson. He in there?
Raylan: Drew Thompson?
I doubt it.
What are you doing here?
Same thing you're doing...
Looking for Thompson.
Raylan: Because you got a tip?
I'm standing here, right?
Raylan: 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?
Raylan: 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?
Raylan: 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.
Raylan: Then you get
yourself some protection.
My family... Raylan: WITSEC.
You don't know these people.
Raylan: I will if you
tell me who they are.
Where's Eve munro?
Tell my wife I'm sorry.
Raylan: 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?
Raylan: Maybe.
You gonna risk looking your
wife in the eye while you get
arraigned in a hospital bed?
Where's Eve munro?
Hillview motel.
Raylan: Okay.
[ Gunshot ]
Eve: [ Whimpering, crying ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Straining, chuckling ]
Ooh, yeah.
I bet you think you're
pretty funny, huh?
Pretty smart?
Give me a *** address, make
me look like an ***, huh?
Eve: [ Whimpering continues ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Crying ]
See, I don't give a *** 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, mm-hmm?
Eve: [ Crying continues ]
You can promise me things.
You can beg for mercy.
Eve: [ Muffled screams ]
[ Laughs ]
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.
Eve: [ Screams loudly ]
You might as well just lay back
and try to enjoy yourself.
Tim: U.S. marshals!
Hands where I can see them!
Get them up! Right now!
Eve: [ Wheezing ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Art: 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?
Eve: Might ring a bell.
Art: 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.
Eve: Uh, as I told your officers earlier...
Art: Deputies.
Eve: As I told your deputies earlier...
Raylan: Before you ran out the back?
Eve: I was abducted.
Raylan: From the bathroom?
Art: 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.
Eve: And if you don't
feel I'm cooperating?
Art: Then we'll wish you good
luck, and we'll be on our way.
Eve: 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.
Art: So that's it?
He just said that he was
gonna be gone, and...
Never explained anything.
You didn't ask him
any questions.
Eve: Of course I
asked him questions.
All he'd say was... not knowing
was gonna keep me safe.
Art: Hmm.
Well, that sounds like ***.
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
*** about it?
Eve: Well, what if I tell you
something now that I didn't tell
the investigators 30 years ago?
Raylan: 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.
Tim: Psychometry.
Raylan: There you go.
Eve: Drew saw Theo Tonin..
. *** a government informant.
Tim: We've got to assume Barnes
told Theo everything we know.
He's gonna send an
army after drew.
Art: Getting a little stiff?
Raylan: A little bit.
Art: 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.
Raylan: Can I just ask
one last question?
How did you know
where to send him?
Eve: What? What do you mean?
Raylan: I just said a boxing
gym over on the east side.
There are three over there.
How'd you know which one?
Eve: I told you.
I have a gift.
Billy: Praise God in Jesus'
name!
Amen!
All: Amen!
Billy: Praise God.
[ Sighs ]
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.
All: Amen!
Billy: 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.
All: Amen!
[ Cheering ]
Praise Jesus.
Praise Jesus!
Billy: Church [Chuckles]
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.
Boyd: I'd be more inclined to call
them angels... Billy: Blasphemy.
Boyd: Dark angels sent here to
remind you that all men are human.
Billy: 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.
Boyd: Oh, this ain't
a bribe, Billy.
It's a gift.
Billy: Well, as you well know, Mr.
Crowder, this church
no longer accepts donations.
Boyd: 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.
Billy: Once again, Mr. crowder,
I am amazed at the
ease with which lies drip
from your forked tongue.
Boyd: Well, if I'm lying, you
won't mind taking ahold of this
bad boy.
Cassie: 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.
Boyd: 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.
[ Rattling ]
Billy: 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."
[ Crowd shouts in agreement ]
Boyd: You gonna
have to tell him.
This is your last chance.
Cassie: Billy.
Don't.
[ Voice breaking ] Don't.
Billy: No, it's not possible.
Boyd: Oh, sure it is.
You just jam the fangs right
down on the funnel, and you
press right behind the eyes.
Billy: No, I... I
would've known.
Cassie: Billy, come here.
Come here.
[ Breathing shakily ]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[ Voice breaking ] You weren't
there when daddy died.
You didn't have to listen to him
scream as the poison ate out his
insides.
Boyd: Well, I think we've
seen all we needed to see.
Billy: You set that box
down, Mr. crowder.
Cassie: Billy.
Billy: Mr. crowder!
Cassie: Billy!
Billy: You may have started this
game, but you do not get to
say when it is over.
Boyd: 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.
Billy: Put it down.
Cassie: [ Softly ] Billy...
Billy, don't.
Boyd: Don't do it, son.
You ain't got nothing
to be ashamed of.
Billy: I will not heed the
warning of an idolater.
Cassie: Billy.
Billy, don't!
Billy: Let go of me.
Cassie: [ Voice breaking ]
Please, Billy, no.
God, no.
[ Rattling ]
Billy: Yes. Come on.
Oh, yes. Oh, there it is.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!
[ Rattling continues ]
The righteous man knows his only
true protection comes from the lord!
[ Winces, breathing heavily ]
Cassie: Billy!
Billy! Billy!!
Billy!
[ Crying ]
Billy... [ crying
] Stay with me.
Please, stay with me. No.
Somebody please
call an ambulance!
[ Crying continues ]
Somebody call an ambulance now!
Billy, no.
Please don't leave me.
♪
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Rachel: You remember what Michael
Jordan said about weakness?
Raylan: I remember when he dunked
on the tallest fella I ever saw.
His name was like
"micron" or something.
Rachel: Manute.
Raylan: There you go. Yeah.
What's the chances you name your
boy "minute" and he ends up
nearly 8 feet tall?
Rachel: I left Joe.
Raylan: Sorry to hear that.
Seemed like a decent guy.
Rachel: He is.
Raylan: Is this where I'm
supposed to ask if you want to
talk about it?
Rachel: Mnh-mnh.
Raylan: Thank God.
I thought you were gonna
want to talk about it.
Rachel: [ Chuckles ]
So, did you find him?
Raylan: Find who?
Rachel: Tim said you went there
looking for your girl's ex-husband.
Raylan: Yeah.
I saw him there this morning.
Told him he'd best not be
there when I get back.
Rachel: You mean you told him to
meet you behind the bleachers
after school?
Raylan: Pretty much.
Rachel: [ Chuckles ]
Raylan: Hmm.
Rachel: What?
Raylan: 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.
Raylan: Hmm.
Rachel: Guess she got
tired of waiting.
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