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- Previously on "Justified"...
- We know Drew's alive
and in Harlan, but it's gonna
be a *** to find him.
We could use your help.
Now we're getting to it.
Theo Tonin knows Drew's
alive, too, and guess who
he's got on his payroll.
Boyd Crowder.
You might start with the other
guys Boyd's been seen with
lately... Lee Paxton
and Gerald Johns.
One of your fellow
inmates is cutting a deal to get
a transfer to Club Fed.
You give him up
first, deal's yours.
This fellow inmate wouldn't
happen to share a last name with
you, would he?
You okay?
I'm fine.
Can we get back to the case?
I want to know
who put the hurt on you?
Was it Colt?
He was tweaking and pissed
off, asking about Ellen May.
Ellen May?
Where she is or did she
call or some ***.
Hey, Boyd Crowder's ride.
You here for a check-up?
Yeah, I got a...
Bagram lung.
What can I get you?
Same as before?
No. I need 20 grand.
I know you.
We met at the V.A.
You were with that Marshal.
Oh, yeah. Right.
Popped in the chest...
both of them.
One in his skivvies drug himself
clear across the floor to get to
his phone.
Rather than call
911, he texts you.
Think you can shed some light on
to what this text here is about?
"Bagram," it says... one word.
It's an air base we flew
out of back in the sandbox.
Other than that... Must
have thought it was
pretty important,
being his last word.
Dealer Dave, he don't look like
much, but he was 3rd Battalion
5th Marines in Fallujah, and he
knew everything there is to know
about weapon retention... hence,
the skivvies and the safe area.
Point is, he dealt
primarily to veterans.
Are you sure you can't think
of any connection, given your
service background?
I was never
anywhere near Fallujah.
And your friend?
He was having some
troubles, is all I know.
Anything else?
Deputy Marshal Gutterson, if
you think of anything... any
window into this mess...
you'll let us know?
Yeah, absolutely.
Thanks.
Thought you were never
gonna get here.
You in that big a hurry
to transfer to Supermax?
Ride on a bus couple
hours, see the sun?
That's like a carnival cruise.
Yeah, you say so.
It's all there.
All right, sunshine.
You got your tan.
Let'*** the road.
You think maybe I
could roll down a window?
Eh, we'll see.
Hey, they're leaving without me.
Ah, hell no.
What's this ***?
Hello, Hunter.
♪ 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}Are you *** me?
You let Raylan take him?!
Holy ***.
He said it was a late
birthday present.
Arlo Givens' body not
even cold on the slab, and you
let Raylan drive off into
the sunset with his killer!
Have you lost your mind?!
Where is he?
Tell me he's in Leoville, dropping
off the prisoner like a good boy.
Not unless they moved it
to Harlan, 'cause transponder's
got him around Baxter.
God damn it.
God damn it!
You want me to go
up and get him?
I want you to sit your ***
down and get used to purging
case files until I figure
out how to like you again!
Do you want me to call him?
Yes, call him and articulate
to him my extreme displeasure.
And let him know that
if anything happens to
sheriff Hunter while in his
custody, he will no longer be a
Marshall and neither will I.
And that is where his
nightmare will begin!
Do you want me to write
that down, or paraphrase?
Don't be a smartass!
And all the rest of you, I'm
gonna spend the rest of my day
calling local law enforcement and
putting bolos out on ***.
So if anybody wants to screw
anything else up, just wait till
tomorrow.
So, what then?
"What then," what?
This I... this is what
it's gonna be like...
you riding up
there all quiet like you're
Harry Callahan and I'm supposed
to be back here *** myself?
Lord, I hope not.
I'm trapped in the car with you.
So then it's, "he tried to"
escape, so I had to shoot him
down by the side of the road"?
Hunter, I am a deputy U.S.
Marshall, executing
a prison transport.
You think I'm stupid... want
to wind up in your old cell
when this is over?
You're calling
'cause art's pissed.
You have no idea.
I got some.
How is deputy Dunlop faring?
Well, he's looking at a
bright future in mall security,
thanks to you.
I'll make it up to him.
You got to know better than
thinking you can hurt this guy.
I can hurt him
a little, can't I?
Raylan.
I'm just gonna sort a few
things out before I drop the
man off safe and
sound at Leoville.
Such as?
I just want to know
who hired him to hit Arlo.
Dixie mafia, maybe.
That's my first thought.
Could be Boyd, but given their
history, I don't know how that works.
You know art's got
locals out looking for you.
To be expected.
Meaning maybe you
could use a little help.
Yeah. Help how?
I could tell art I got your
voicemail, buy you a little
time to do whatever it
is you got in your head.
I could come up to Harlan,
poke around the Crowder place.
I appreciate that, Tim,
but don't put yourself out.
I mean, you go up that
way, it's bound to blow South.
And, besides, I got something
I want to check out anyway.
I got to go.
This is our stop.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell is this?
Oh, this?
This is where I start to
find out what's what.
Deputy, I'm not sure I
understand exactly what it is
you're after.
Hunter, you remember
back in the day, Arlo got picked
up for assault?
Something to do with
Johnson McClaren's dog?
Ow!
Johnson McClaren's dog?
Ohh, the dog was
*** on your lawn.
Arlo roughed up McClaren
over it and I arrested him.
Jesus, God.
All that dog did was
bark and ***, like one thing
had something to
do with the other.
Some kind of collie
mix, I think.
I had a Yorkie, growing up.
Now accusations
are flying every which way.
The McClarens are gunning
up to go after the Givens.
The Givens are calling on the
Crowders to go after the
Sorensons, who are kin
to the McClarens.
It sounds like
a complicated time.
Until my mama, Frances.
Remember what she did, Hunter?
She called a meeting.
She said it was time we
all got together and hash it out.
She had some French blood in
her, I believe, and she told us
how the term "hashing it out"
came from the French word
hatchet, meaning to cut through
all the ***.
And your idea of cutting
through the *** is
you showing up at my motor
coach with a prisoner in tow?
This prisoner
is one Hunter Mosley.
And he may be the
only person I know alive...
Who knows Drew Thompson.
Well, now.
Mr. Mosley is being
transported to Supermax in the
recent wake of putting a shiv in
Arlo Givens, such to end his life.
So I figure, Dixie mafia has got
a history with Arlo and Drew.
Why not put the two of you
together and see what shakes out?
I'm sorry. Wait.
Are you saying Arlo is dead?
You don't seem happy.
I figured, if you ordered the
hit, we'd all be drinking
wild Turkey by now.
Deputy Marshall, I am
truly sorry for your loss, but
you have to understand,
I had no idea.
Thank you, wynn.
Whatever your other failings,
I believe that's true.
Dixie mafia has no skin
in the kill-Arlo game.
I mean, if they kill Arlo, how
are they gonna find the man
they're looking for, which
is to say, Drew Thompson?
Since you're here
already, maybe I could help you
take care of this right now.
Could be fun... noodling on ideas
about what to do with Mr. Hunter.
It's only been on
the market a week.
It's gonna go fast.
Well, you always
said you wanted a garden.
That's a garden.
Lord, it's like a storybook.
Storybook is
right, right down to the
rosebushes and the
white picket fence.
Uh, there's a sheet with all the
specs, although the house speaks
for itself... glorious
views out of every window.
Oh.
Fully integrated
security system, as you just noticed.
Honey, don't you know
opening anything will set it off?
Sorry.
Baby.
What do you think baby... a
60-inch television screen and my
daddy's 14-point buck?
Boyd?
Ava, what is it?
That's the maid's room, there.
And that's the laundry room.
And that's a walk-in closet.
Then I think you
go through here.
There's a den.
It leads to the outside.
Um, and there should be a
fountain across the yard, in the
corner.
How do you know all this?
When my mama used to clean
this house, the maids used
to come through the back, but I
remember that little room and
playing in the fountain.
I never knew
that about your mama.
So she cleaned a lot of
houses up here in Clover Hill?
Mm-hmm.
They'd smile at her real nice.
But they locked up their jewelry
whenever she came over.
Hmm.
So, do you like what
you see so far?
Mm-hmm.
It's a big place.
I don't know if you
got help, but it's a lot of
house to clean on your own.
Can we see the outside?
Of course.
It sits on over
an acre of grass.
Again, a lot of upkeep.
Are you sure I can't show you
something a little further down
the hill?
There are some lovely starter
homes down there... beautiful
views, quaint.
- You and your husband might...
- Fiancé.
You and your fiancé might want
to think about the commute.
What kind of work
did you say you do?
Uh, we didn't.
I ask because the banks are getting
very stringent with applications.
Honey, I didn't know any
better, I'd say our realtor is
implying we ain't got the
means to buy up here.
Oh, no, no, no.
I-I didn't mean
anything of the sort.
- I was just pointing out that the banks...
- Whatever home we buy,
we'll buy it outright... pay cash...
obviating the need to
get in the gutter
with the banks.
Ava, honey.
Hmm?
Maybe real-estate
agents are like new houses...
You shouldn't fall in
love with the first one.
Oh. Mr. Crowder.
Now, wait a minute.
Thank you very much.
But we don't need your ***.
You have a nice day.
It's a beautiful house.
I say we buy it.
I'll put your mama's name on a
plaque and put it on the front door.
I love calling you fiancé.
As much as I love hearing it.
But you know what?
I think you and your mama just
got me one step closer to
finding Drew Thompson.
What would you have done if
Duffy hadn't have stood aside?
Duffy knows me.
We have a history.
Point is, he'll send
someone for you in prison.
You're gonna die in Leoville, Hunter...
sooner, not later.
You think, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Maybe I'm a little
craftier than I look.
Maybe you don't need to be.
What does that mean?
It means I offered you a deal.
Well...
A lot has happened since then.
Nonetheless, the deal stands.
Give me Drew, you can write your
own ticket to a better place.
God.
What the hell
is the matter with you?
You want to die in the street?
Oh!
Is that it?
And you think I'm
gonna let that happen?
What the hell are you doing?
In the words of Arlo
Givens, "I'm trying to"
knock some ***
sense into "you."
What are you so afraid of?
You'd rather die here than
give me what I'm after.
Shoot me.
Put me in the car.
Take me to Leoville.
Arnold, you know we take
care of our longtime customers.
Just to show that we at Audry's
got no hard feelings...
I believe my sufferings earned
me many, many free visits.
Absolutely.
Now, you sit right here.
I got a surprise for you.
It better not be some dumb
*** popping caps at me.
You just count to three
and take that thing off.
All right.
One... two... Three!
Surprise.
God damn it.
Are you sure you're
in the right place, honey?
I'm here looking for Ellen May.
Oh, you're a
friend of Ellen May's?
Um, more like an acquaintance.
She was a member of my
brother's congregation.
Oh, I heard about all that.
You poor thing.
Uh, Ellen May moved on.
She took to Alabama
is what I heard.
Heard the word.
Took it to heart.
Said something about,
uh, working at a church out there.
I'm sorry.
Did you say Alabama?
Mm-hmm.
She didn't leave an address, but if I hear
from her, I could try to leave a message.
What is it, sugar?
She left word with one
of our former parishioners,
seeking guidance... said she was
all tore up about something.
Huh.
When was this?
Uh, yesterday.
Well, that is strange.
She didn't say where
she'd be, but I just reckoned
it'd be here.
Uh, if you see her, will you
be sure and tell her that I'm
praying for her?
If she needs me, I'll be at
the church or Lacey's garage,
getting my truck fixed.
Okay, then.
Have a-a wonderful day.
Bye.
Now, you got your start
in the security business.
Am I right?
I'm looking for somebody... Could
have been an employee of yours.
He would have been
a new employee.
He worked security for you back
in the '80s, up on the hill.
What is it?
We got a problem.
{pub}Is that you, Shelby?
Deputy Givens.
Locals got a bolo on you.
A bit concerned... they claim
you wandered somewhat afield of
your destination.
Just want to make sure
Hunter here gets a chance
to see the sights before
we get to Leoville.
I don't suppose you've
come to rescue me.
Well, I've come to make sure
you hadn't been took hostage.
Give Hunter's appearance, maybe I
ought to be worried the other way.
Injuries sustained in
the course of trying to throw
himself in front
of a tanker truck.
Sooner kill himself than
tell me what I want to know.
You know I'm supposed to take
you in, convey you to the
Marshals service.
The deal is simple...
One name, he wins.
Seems like a no-brainer to me.
Well, here's what I'd do.
Sweat him another half-hour.
Maybe he takes the deal,
maybe he doesn't.
Either way, you've
done what you could.
You move on.
Or I drive
him around another half-hour,
he doesn't want to take the
deal, I press a gun against his
ear, send him where
he wants to go.
And you got no other plan?
I got constable Bob sweeney
up at Lee Paxton's hunting lodge,
looking into possibilities
for Drew Thompson.
Could be Gerald, could be Lee.
I figured maybe I'd drag him in
front of them, see what shakes out.
Well, Paxton and Gerald are
bound to be a bit jumpy, likely
gunned up in the wake of their
friends being took out.
Leave my car here.
I'll ride with you all.
We'll see what's what.
Hey, Boyd.
What's going on?
Preacher Billy's sister, Cassie,
came into Audry's, saying
Ellen May left word for her.
Left word?
I mean left word for
her yesterday.
Now, you understand why this has
caused us a little concern?
That's not possible.
Ellen May is dead and gone and
there's no way she's leaving
word about anything to anybody.
Then what the hell is going on?
Look, she came into
town on a grift
with her milked snakes,
her arms out for cash.
Now, likely as not, she's just
angling for another payday.
I got a bad
feeling about this, Boyd.
Something ain't right.
She's fishing.
Now, something Ellen
may told her.
She isn't sure.
She'll toss in the dynamite,
close the door, wait
and see what we do.
Now, she said she's either gonna
be in town at the garage
or at her church.
You think you can
handle the church?
What do you want me to do?
Right now, I
just want her found.
Now, I'll go into town.
You call me if you find her.
All right.
She came looking for you.
She ain't gonna be hard to find.
And when we find her, we'll
bring her back here and hear
what her game is.
***! ***! ***!
So, what do you got?
I don't get a "hello"?
Hello.
You called me. What?
I saw Ava and some woman I've
never seen before, talking about
Ellen May, looking all serious.
Come on.
Come on.
What woman?
I don't want anything I told
you coming back on me, Johnny.
No, you don't need to
worry about Ava right now.
You need to worry about me.
Understand?
Now, I need you to tell me
exactly what you heard.
So, wait. Who's wynn Duffy?
Uh, Dixie mafia
such-and-such, tools
around in a motor coach.
Don't matter.
And you went there to what end?
I figured, if he put
the hit on Arlo, maybe I'd suss
it out, having Hunter
there in front of him.
But he didn't.
I don't believe so, no.
That means Drew put the hit out
himself, or... maybe Crowders.
Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You have something to say now?
Oh, you think as I'd so much
as *** on a Crowder if he's
afire you really
are chasing your own ***.
Still haven't forgiven
the clan for what the one did.
No, Raylan, I haven't
forgiven Henry Crowder raping,
torturing, and
murdering my niece.
Don't mean you
wouldn't take their money.
A feud ain't about money.
Oh.
And it ain't done
till it's done.
Me and the Crowders...
we ain't done.
Tough... keeping up a
beef from a Supermax cell.
You was the one brought it up.
Arlo kicking up a feud over some
dog pooping in your yard.
That's Arlo for you.
Yeah, only you remember
it the wrong way.
He's right.
Dog was incidental.
Johnson McClaren verbally
assaulted your mother, frances.
Arlo saw fit to shove a pound of
dog *** down his dirty mouth...
Kind of poetic justice.
Assaulted how?
He made implications around
town as to her proclivities,
things he'd like to see her do.
Pushed it too far.
Frances took the high road...
Called a truce, although she had
every right to be affronted.
You bet he was
protecting her honor.
Arlo did that?
Mm-hmm.
Frances took a path
I never could.
I'd put down Henry Crowder
again, whatever it took...
And again and again...
same way each time.
Once you make a decision, set
down the path, you follow it
right to the end, at least..
. That's the way I always saw it.
Hunter, are you
trying to tell us this is all
about honor for you?
I'm talking about who we are.
'Cause that's why
we do what we do.
Well, if Drew don't
want to see you die keeping his
secret, maybe you'll get
lucky and he'll step up.
Otherwise, you got a short, ugly
road once the Dixie mafia gets
ahold of you in Leoville.
She wasn't at the garage..
. Not anywhere in town I could find.
Did you hear from Colt?
No.
But we will.
Cassie coming into Audry's?
What the hell is going on?
The wind ain't
done blowing yet.
Colton's checking it out.
How long does it take to
get to that church anyway?
Baby, you know as well as
I do, you can't get any cell
service up in that holler.
Colt's checking it out?
Isn't that what I just said?
You can't trust Colt.
What are you saying?
I'm saying the man's a liar.
He never killed Ellen May.
Uh... well, uh, cousin
Johnny, Ava and I have
been trying to put together a
puzzle, and it seems like you
have some of the missing pieces.
Why don't you start
from the beginning?
{pub}You got to understand,
Boyd, I didn't want
to accuse him without
something solid.
You brought him in here, put him
up in that catbird seat over
me... some clown I
never even met before.
And he ain't kin... wasn't even
in your damn unit over there.
But he was your friend, so I
didn't know what I could do.
So when you suspect
he's been lying to us, you do
absolutely nothing.
I was there for devil.
I have always been
there for you.
Sorry, friend,
church is closed.
Most of the congregation moved
down to green rock holler.
I know you.
You're hurting. Medicated.
Trying to numb
the pain of your sins.
But you feel trapped, don't you...
by the drugs, by the
weight of it all?
You come seeking solace?
I come looking for Ellen May.
Well, she's not here...
that much I can guarantee you.
Let me help you.
Don't you want to be free
from the devil's grip?
Where is she?
Where's Ellen May?
Oh!
Huh?
No!
Where is she?
You playing with me?
Don't!
Did you send me that text?
Where is she?
Where the hell is she?!
Let her go.
Right now! Let her go!
Oh!
Deputy U.S. Marshal.
Are you all right, miss?
This isn't your business.
I'm making it my business.
You remember me, bagram lung?
Your cough seems to
have cleared up.
My friend Mark from the V.A. Got
killed at his dealer's place.
I don't remember you being
this quiet last we met.
Did you kill my friend?
I wouldn't.
You're not drawing on
junkies and dealers now.
Miss Cassie?
You stay right where you are...
deputy U.S. Marshal.
I know who you are, deputy.
Uh, miss Cassie, I offer my
deepest apologies for my
associate's behavior.
Now, with your permission,
officer, I just want to take my
friend with me.
I will make sure that his
transgressions are properly punished.
You have my word.
Colt, put the gun away.
Now, all we want is
to leave in peace.
Need I remind you that you
are an officer of the peace?
Thank you.
Boyd, I'm telling you,
she knows something.
I'm sure she does.
We'll clear it up soon enough.
My truck.
Let Johnny take it.
You ride with me.
When we get back to the barn,
you can tell me what's what.
Keys.
Constable Bob.
What brings you up here?
Mr. Paxton, I'm here
on Marshal business.
I've been tasked with
gathering you for a meeting.
So, uh, could you put
your gun down, please?
Marshals must have fallen on
hard times, sending you to do
their business.
What, did they run out of
chimpanzees on their way down
the food chain?
Go on home, Bob.
Some bad men headed this way, looking
to put a hurt on me and Gerald.
We got this.
Lee, hang on! Just... My
name's Mr. Paxton, as far
as you're concerned.
You touch my door again, I'm
within my rights to shove this
barrel right down your
fat, little throat.
Look, there's no
reason to get nasty, all right?
You just go on home, boy.
Play cops and robbers
in the mirror, hmm?
You go... you go play
*** in the mirror, Lee.
How about I shove my foot
down your *** throat!
Hey, are you deaf?
I told you to get the
hell off my property.
I told you to drop
that weapon right now!
What the hell
is going on out here?
Both of you disarm!
Well... Midget police is here.
Aim low, Lee.
Just... you drop your guns!
That's an order!
What in the hell?
God damn it, Bob.
Down! Stop it!
You put it down!
Go home, you little ***!
I'll show you midget police.
Here we go.
I'll cover the back.
Sit tight.
Try not to catch a stray.
U.S. Marshals!
Everybody stop shooting!
Cops and robbers!
Bob! Stop it!
Everybody calm down!
Tell that ***
nutball to stop!
Shut up.
Guns down. Hands up.
You too, Bob.
Put the *** gun down.
Sorry... they just kept
pressing my buttons!
All right. Just...
Take a moment.
You got cuffs small
enough to fit him?
He wasn't the only one
shooting, if I'm not mistaken.
We're within our right
to protect property.
Save it.
Don't give a ***.
I'm here about Drew Thompson.
Sorry about Arlo.
Should have been clean and easy.
He was a tough old
bird, that guy.
You stood up for me.
I told you I'd keep
your secret, and I did.
I was trying to tell you
on the drive up here.
I know. I always knew.
So what now... Drew?
Now I pull the ripcord for real.
I'm grateful for what you've done...
I truly am.
You take care now.
{pub}Wouldn't be hard
finding out if Hunter owed
either of you something...
Reason to go after Arlo.
Wait, so that's what it's about?
Some hit on your daddy connected
him to Hunter mosley.
Jailbird, ex-lawman
in the mob's pocket...
Hey, that ain't how it was.
Hunter got himself in a bind.
Bob, as much as I
value your contributions...
Right, but everything this guy's
saying is ***, all right?
Is that right?
Yeah, that is right.
Hunter and Shelby looked after
me when I first come here, on
account of that kid, Ollie kemp.
I-I put him in a coma.
Did I tell you about that?
I did?
Well, they did right by me.
A lot of people were looking to
put a lot of hurt on me 'cause
of what I did to that kid, and
those two were just partnered up.
Hunter was barely a recruit...
Still took care of my juvie
probation, still got me
the job at the sav-more.
Even when Shelby took the fall
for Hunter, I knew I was lucky
having those guys
looking after me.
Say that again.
Shelby did what?
Well, Hunter went after
Henry Crowder, Crowder
disappeared, and
Miami got involved.
There was all these hard eyes on
the sheriff's department, but
Shelby took the heat... you
know, just acted the scapegoat.
Did some back-channel deals so
that Hunter could continue on in
his career.
That's when Shelby got
into mine security.
And even then, Shelby put a
word in for me at the academy.
Of course, they gypped me on the
physical and had me run that
*** obstacle course in
the spring, with the pollen.
I guess we about hashed
through all the *** now,
didn't we, Raylan?
Hey, where the hell
is my patrol cruiser?
Keep an eye on him.
Just keep an eye on him.
A bullet to the head, right?
What?
How you killed Ellen May...
you put a bullet
right in her brain.
Yeah, and, well,
she didn't feel a thing.
What kind of gun did you use?
The .45.
Back of the head.
She's so small and light, it
nearly blew it clear off.
Can I see it?
You didn't dump it?
Hell no, I didn't dump it.
That's my service weapon.
I smuggled that all
the way back from kandahar.
Don't worry... that slurry
chemicals, they're gonna kill
all the ballistics.
And I don't want
to part with that.
But you did it at the pond.
No, it was the woods
on the way up to the slurry.
I told you all of this already.
I like a .45.
It's a very powerful gun.
You can stop a very
big boy with it.
But me, myself, I
prefer a 9 mill.
Show me.
What?
Point this gun at the
back of my head and show me
exactly where you
pulled the trigger.
Are you serious?
Oh, I'm very serious.
It's right there.
Well, why not in the front...
like this?
Because I didn't
want to scare her.
Why?
Why what?
Why are you lying to me, Colt?
What's going on here, Boyd?
We know you
didn't kill Ellen May.
The lying stops right now.
Boyd.
Tell me. Just tell me.
- I don't know what it...
- Beating on Teri and
asking about Ellen May?
Ha ha, that was a
big-*** mistake.
Tell me the truth, Colt.
Tell me.
I am so sorry, Boyd.
I messed up.
You have no idea
what you've done.
Uh...
Boyd, I'm so sorry.
I... I had her in my car.
And we stopped at
the gas station.
And I-I went into the bathroom
to check my gun, I came out, and
she vanished.
I have been trying
everything I can to make this right.
When I thought that
the sheriff's department picked
her up, I went down to Shelby
and I asked for his help, but
she vanished.
What did... what did you say?
She's just gone, Boyd.
No, about Shelby.
What did you just say?
I went to him and his deputies.
We looked up the records,
but there's nothing on her.
Shelby knew that
Ellen May was alive?
Yes. Him.
Sheriff Shelby?
My sheriff Shelby knew that you
were looking for Ellen May?
Yes... him, his
deputies, all of them.
I went to his house!
Get him out of my sight.
Hey! Let's go.
I've seen my share of addiction...
you know all those
poor souls who came to see Billy,
just looking for salvation.
You had empathy for that man.
You held back.
When I take him
down, his eyes will be clear.
Listen... you see those men
around again, you give me a
call, all right?
Been a while since someone
showed a little kindness.
Got to go.
No, I'm not leaving you!
It's just a precaution.
Now, you... you know Shelby's
been angling to get out from
underneath us.
No, Boyd.
I'm gonna see you soon.
I'm just gonna have a
conversation with the man and
see what it is he knows.
We're in this together.
We are.
But Delroy is on you.
Go.
Okay.
I should have
killed her myself.
Well, it may come to that yet.
Go.
Shelby?
Hello, Boyd.
Not him.
I-I am unarmed.
I'm just a civilian
on an evening stroll.
Drew *** Thompson.
Why the hell didn't you run?
Where am I gonna go... run
through the woods
in prison orange?
I couldn't even take a crap
without dumping on some
Leo out looking for me.
That ain't no kind of life.
Well, that's
an evolved perspective.
Since I didn't run, I don't
suppose any part of that
offer is still available?
In the car, on the
way up, you were telling
Shelby you'd never talk.
Like I said, that's who we are.
There ain't
no deal anymore, Hunter.
I'm sorry.
That ship sailed
with Drew Thompson.
Hmm, for all it's worth,
I'm sorry about your daddy.
Eh, don't be.
We had a nice visit
before he passed.
Did you?
He told me that he
loved me and that he thought I
was a good boy, said he was
sorry for all the
times he was a ***.
He was gonna miss seeing me grow
up, but he'd be watching
over me every day.
Sounds like Arlo, all right.
What can I say?
The man never let me down.
Raylan.
You listen to what your mama
taught you and not that old son
of a ***, you may
turn out all right.
But I wouldn't count on it.
'Cause I think we both know
whose voice it is makes
you do what you do.
Let's go find Drew Thompson.
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