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Previously on "Justified."
I'm gonna need you to get out.
If I wanted to do wrong by you,
there are things I could say.
What about Ellen May?
What if in her need to
unburden her soul
she decides to divulge
certain details about
the *** of a ***?
Praise Jesus!
Billy!
Somebody call an ambulance now!
Somebody please call an ambulance.
Randall decided he didn't like
the idea these guys had been
puttin' their hands on me.
Ended up beating one half to death.
Fighter management.
Get Lindsey to run the old scam.
Rip off some fella' does
backyard fights name of
Hoppus?
You get the cash, I'll make the call.
How about six o'clock this pm
I put a little limp in that
Gary Cooper walk?
Write my name all over that
pretty face of yours.
How's that sound?
- How much you got?
- Ten.
Good for you.
Lindsey ain't here tonight?
Well, last I saw her she was
headed up to wait for you.
Guess she got tired of waiting.
I'm thinking you should have
seen this coming.
Too easy, duckin' me like that.
Six pm, don't be late.
So it's Randall then,
came back and took your money?
Meaning what? Everybody knows?
All about your secret money?
- Please.
- Great.
How much we talkin'?
It was a goodly sum.
You gonna call it in?
And say what?
I don't know if Lindsey's part
of it or he come back, whacked
her over the head, and took
her off like a caveman.
She keep stuff here?
Like?
Clothes, makeup for
whenever she stays over?
Like a overnight kit...
Little clutch, toothbrush.
And is it still here?
No.
Mm-hmm.
Don't mean she
ain't in trouble.
Doesn't look like she's
planning on sleeping over
much, either.
How much you know
about this girl?
She's the bartender.
Seems to know her way
around a shotgun.
Got a little wild streak in her.
And what do you aim to
do when you find her, exactly?
What?
I just... kind of
thought she liked me, is all.
Any idea where they
might've gone with all this money?
Some, maybe.
Well, then... Let's find out.
Uh, Rufus, come on in with us.
Asombroso Reserva
Tequila, right here.
Some rarified ***...
$1,100 a bottle.
- Missy?
- I'm good.
Randall?
I'll take a Mountain dew.
Ho! An aristocrat.
We are fresh out.
Got the place feng shui'd
like three weeks ago.
Hippie babe over towards Berea...
The type you just want
to shave down and domesticate.
Says it'll keep all the
undesirable energy out there
with the animals.
Y'all gonna sit or what?
You just let folks
tear your house up this way?
Well, you looking for work, I
can always use someone to clean
up the place.
Or, you know, other things.
Hey, man, you're
talking to my wife.
No disrespect.
I'm just laying out the
welcome mat, is all.
Pull me away from a couple honeys
saying you got business can't wait.
That thing we talked about...
Said you got a wrecking
crew just waiting on a sugar
daddy to set them up?
Song remains the same, amigo.
Well, we managed to lay
hands on that money a little
ahead of schedule.
So, what say we do the deed
right here, right now?
You hear that, Rufus?
Homey's gonna be a fight
manager for real!
You got the cash?
Linds?
Thank you.
It's all there.
You won't mind. I'm thorough.
Thing is, we kind of need
to accelerate the timeline here.
Oh, yeah?
Who'd you steal it from?
You ain't gotta
worry about that.
All's you gotta do is
deliver what you promised.
Now, now, now, everything
right now, right this minute!
There it is.
The minuteman.
That's what we ought to call
you, like your new stage name.
How about it, sugar?
He the minuteman back home, too?
The in-and-out quick
like a bunny?
Boom, boom, boom.
Now, you better be a
fast draw back there, Cinderella.
I get ahold of that little-girl
pistol, they be pulling it out
of your *** with forceps.
Randall, you in my home, man.
Why don't you sit
down and act civil?
What?
Oh, I got your attention now?
Good.
'Cause I'm about to kick you and
your homeboy's *** both, take
my money elsewhere.
So hows about you drop the
*** attitude, make whatever
calls you need to make, and
put me where I need to be?
Good lord.
All you boys... like you got
dicks the size of redwoods.
- Lady, maybe you just better...
- There's $20,000 in
that envelope.
The question on the table is, how
long do you think it's gonna
take finding it a home?
I can put a call in.
My boys might be able to meet
up in the morning, take care of
particulars.
Morning when?
Well, seeing as I hadn't made a
call yet, I can't really say,
so why don't we assume something
like the "first thing"?
How about that, honey?
First thing sounds all right.
Couple of hours, I'm sure we can
come up with something to do to
entertain ourselves.
All tense and ***...
About to go off.
All right, then.
Let's make that phone call.
See, baby?
I told you this thing
is meant to be.
You and me stick together, there
ain't a thing in this world
that's gonna stop us.
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ trying to make it home ♪
♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪
♪ God get at your boy ♪
♪ you try to bogard ♪
♪ fall back, I go hard ♪
♪ on this lonely road ♪
♪ trying to make it home ♪
♪ doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I see them long,
hard times to come ♪
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{pub}Well, I don't know what
everybody's so down in the mouth about.
We are back in business.
That boy would've
listened to reason, he'd still
be up there preaching.
I'll have a drink to that.
Well, ***.
Look what the cat drug in.
Ellen May.
You look oddly out of place
in a house of iniquity.
Is Ava here?
Not at the moment.
You want to talk to me about
something, Ellen May?
I didn't know where else to go.
Well, Ellen May, you
always had a home here.
Mm-hmm.
You chose to relinquish that...
Not us.
You scared, Ellen May?
I just keep seeing his
face, all puffed up.
I don't understand why he had
to die that way, is all.
Arguing with a man who has
renounced his reason is like
giving medicine to the dead.
Billy made a choice, Ellen May.
While I will not deny my
culpability in his end, the
tempter bears as much
guilt as the tempted.
Mm-hmm.
But when it's all said
and done, it was a choice he
made that led to
where we are now.
Ava.
Ellen May.
What are you doing here?
Looking to win her spot back.
But that decision's gotta come
from the lady of the house.
You want to come
back and work for me?
I can work, Ava.
I can, uh, I can start at the
bottom and take the
ones nobody else wants.
- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.
How do you think your
God's gonna feel about that?
I don't know.
I just want to come home.
Can I... can I come..
. Can I come home, please?
Give us a minute.
The hell is all this, you think?
Well, I believe it's as
simple as it looks... she
ain't got noplace else to go.
Unless you see
some other motive.
I don't know.
She's up there with all those
Bible-thumpers bearing
witness to her trespasses.
Well, that's in line
with the sin they come across...
All their travels, Ava.
Except Delroy.
Girl looked me in the face,
talking about she knows things.
I never should've left a
witness, what we done.
Now either I gotta worry about
this thing or I gotta...
I gotta do the other thing.
I got no idea
what's in her head.
I'm sitting around waiting
for the other shoe to drop,
wondering what she's already
- told, what she's gearing up to tell...
- Hey.
Let's take it one
step at a time.
Now, before we go too far down
this road, let me find out
if she's said anything.
How are you gonna do that?
If she uttered a word
about Delroy in that camp, it
would've filtered through
to sister Cassie.
You know where she is?
Colt?
Take one of these new fish and
go find that preacher's sister.
{pub}Too late to
call in a Hazmat team?
Uh, yeah.
I'm gonna leave
this area to you.
Thank you.
What's the score, fellas?
Ain't any score.
You just, like, run around
and kill each other.
Mm.
Sir?
Sorry.
Can I ask you...
I'm looking for a guy...
Randall Kusik.
Anybody?
You got a picture?
Not on me.
When cops are looking for someone
they usually bring a picture.
He's a fighter, big guy.
Man, you gotta be more specific
all them fighter fools look the same.
Big hands and cauliflower ears and ***.
Fighter, huh?
Slim Pickins come the
cold light of morning.
I'll bet.
You know Joe Hoppus, name
on the deed of this place?
I ought to... owes
me for the fight.
So he's here?
Likely got some poor girl
bent over a sofa somewhere.
But I wouldn't count on
getting much out of him.
Why not?
Doesn't favor
blacks, hates cops.
What makes you think I'm a cop?
I'm not
looking to make friends.
I just have a couple questions
about one of his fighters.
Yeah? Which fighter?
Randall Kusik.
You know him?
Boyfriend or partner?
Neither one, as such.
Did I come in
the middle of something?
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
She says Hoppus is
here, but he might
try and duck us.
Is that about right?
- Well, miss...?
- Gina.
Anything you can do
to smooth the waters, we'd
greatly appreciate it.
I put you
about...180, maybe 185.
Am I right?
Give or take.
Say we wrestle for it.
We do what, now?
We wrestle.
I pin you, you tap out, whatever...
I'll take you both on back.
You tap... well, you
can leave your hat on.
The thing is, Gina...
I'm breaking your balls, cowboy.
I don't come out of
the corner for free.
Come on, honey.
I'll take you back.
Might as well come,
too, I guess.
What the hell?!
God damn it, Rufus!
Nice socks, Joey. Gold tips?
All three of you, get the
hell out of here now!
It's all right, Joe.
You mind if I call you Joe?
I just got a couple questions,
so if you want to let your
friends collect themselves...
They invited. You ain't.
***, chill.
Who in the hell are you, now?
I'm a deputy U.S.
Marshal, here looking for a
fighter who was on your card the
other night.
Randall.
That's the one.
He's here a few hours ago,
him and his old lady both.
Blond girl, not bad-looking.
Gone now, though.
Any idea where they went?
I, uh... Y'all
got a warrant or something?
What do we need a warrant for?
Just asking a question.
Well, suppose I ain't
inclined to help?
What then?
State police and locals
spend the day seizing and
interviewing everybody was here.
And then, me being marshal
service, there's also, uh, asset
forfeiture.
Now the, uh, parties won't be
quite the same, but I could use
the space.
I'll get my lawyer on the...
Aah!
Or... since
I'm only looking for
Randall and I don't got eyes for
you one way or the other, we
could go about this different.
I'm listening.
You mentioned
a woman he was with?
Called her Lindsey, some such.
Plan was, that pretty
little blonde was gonna do her
thing... get you all spun up
and then have Randall come in
and twist you on a spit till
they got all the money from you
they could carry.
So, they done this before, then?
Anyways, I'm the one
who'll put a stop to all that,
making it preferable for them
to go in another direction.
So I figure, since I ain't
asking much, maybe my
participation earns me a
simple "they went thataway."
You two, go on.
I'm gonna talk to the marshal.
Come on.
I'll tell you what... any
fool that didn't see that
grifter Barbie coming a mile off
deserves getting his *** fleeced.
I don't know the game much...
Outside once I saw
Sugar Ray Leonard put Roberto
Durán down with a bolo
punch when I was a kid.
That was something.
But I hear Randall wants to
get into fighter management.
You got any kind of line
on what that looks like?
So, saying these
fighters Randall's looking to
manage are what... chickens?
Gamecocks.
Gamecocks.
Said he wanted
to manage fighters.
- I figured he meant, you know...
- How much money did
you say it was, again?
I didn't.
So how do you know
that fool in there hadn't got it...
Sending us off on a
wild-goose chase?
I don't.
But I don't see him
going anywhere.
And if he's straight, I got less
than two hours to get clear out
to Versailles, find this chicken
guy, keep whatever deal they got from...
Taking flight.
Saying you got.
What about me?
Oh, I thought you might
want to stay and talk to
your new friend.
Oh, so now you're funny.
Two hours before I have
to be at the office.
You want to see
some cockfighting?
You gonna tell me how
much money it was or not?
I did.
It's a goodly sum.
Did you mean the
Fuji or the Kodak?
Well, which one did
you say is better for Greens?
The Fuji... my opinion.
I'll go with your opinion.
Hey, man.
You got beer in a bottle?
Yeah... back of
the store, chief.
My sister keeps
saying I ought to switch to
digital, but then I got to
get a computer and all.
Oh, I hear that.
Now, did you want
the 400 or the 200?
I don't really
understand the numbers.
Oh, it's the ASA.
The higher the number, the
darker you can shoot.
Oh, lord.
Um... can I see both?
You sure know a lot
about this stuff.
I'd be so lost.
Well, I'm kind of a
shutterbug myself.
Really?
Yeah, it's just a hobby.
You know, uh, art stuff, mostly...
Landscapes... and figure
Mm-hmm.
Tasteful boudoir shots and such.
Oh.
Well.
Okay, then.
I don't know which one to pick.
- Can I see that one over there?
- The 800?
Yeah, that one over there.
Thanks.
"Boudoir," he says.
Like I'm gonna freak out if he
calls them "*** pictures."
Look at you, all
high on yourself.
Now, you can't tell me you
hadn't missed this, girl.
Well... All I've ever wanted
to do is manage fighters.
This is it.
This is it.
What I got planned...
That little stack we
took off your marshal friend..
. That's gonna look like chicken feed.
Them little whitehackles
are killers.
We set them up with some Ronnie
Callaway gaffs, they will
tear any other breed to tatters.
Boone says they're like the
Bruce Lee of fighting chickens.
Hmm.
What?
Start talking about Bruce Lee...
Get me feeling a
little something.
Thinking maybe I ought
to pull you over this seat...
We celebrate something proper.
What?
You kind of liked
it, though, didn't you?
Liked what?
Talking "*** pictures," "ASA."
Don't start.
We got a little bubbly...
No harm done.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Let's keep our eyes
on the prize here, okay, baby?
Okay.
Randall.
It ain't gonna
take but a minute.
Randall, no!
Hush, now.
You buckle up for safety.
{pub}Miss Cassie.
Thank you for coming in.
Not like I had much choice.
Oh, I apologize for that.
I've had deputies out trying to
find you since I... heard what
befell your brother.
Why is that, sheriff?
I don't aim to frighten you, but...
I think you ought to know
Boyd Crowder's got people of
his own out after finding you.
He hadn't done enough already?
Something else he's... he's
looking to steal away?
I imagine he's interested in
what you know... things could
hurt him, his
criminal enterprises.
Kind of like how
he killed my brother?
That's public
knowledge, sheriff.
Well, your brother's death..
. While tragic and untimely... was
not, on the face of it,
actionable as a crime.
So, what, then?
Boyd crowder is unfettered by conscience...
Absent any moral
compass that you and
me might reckon by.
Thinks he has reason to, he will
kill you quick as look at you twice.
What is it he thinks I know?
Well, oftentimes, along the
path to salvation, folks
testify... things they seen,
things they maybe done.
If anyone ever said anything
Boyd thinks you could use
against him, he will not
leave that end untied.
Good.
He is right to be scared.
I do know things.
Well... anything I can pick him up for...
Start a case?
Yeah... whoremongering
drug pusher.
Trying to bribe me to
move my church elsewhere.
And that's after he sent
thugs out to scare us.
Well, the question is, is
there anything else...
Anything I don't know?
If that ain't enough,
sheriff, then there's nothing.
He'll have his
reckoning someday.
Just like you will,
just like I will.
And that's enough for you?
The wrathful
judgment of almighty God?
Sheriff, that ought to
be enough for anybody.
Ned!
I wish you all the best, ma'am.
May God be with you.
Did you get all that?
Well played, shelby.
And you're satisfied now?
It'll do.
Though I must say, it gives
me pause, hearing you run my
character down in such wanton...
Hello?
I believe he hung up on me.
Mm.
You feel better?
I do.
But...?
Boyd, I mean... I got
an investment in the girl.
I shed blood keeping her safe.
But even loyal, she's wild.
Firing off shots at her clients
and huffing down oxy... God
knows what else.
Not to mention, she's been off
sobbing in the corner the whole
night she's been back.
Well, there
might be another way, yet.
I'm listening.
You remember my cousin Lonnie?
Over in Alabama?
Yeah, he got but the one leg.
He came that time to
Sunday dinner at Bo's?
He got drunk... flipped
his old Plymouth right in front
of the house.
I remember.
Well, he sobered up after that...
Found Jesus.
Runs a little no-tell motel..
. Kind with the free HBO but no ice.
Mm-hmm.
Has a little lay
congregation out back.
Ellen May wants to be done
***, he might give her a
chance at honest work...
Cleaning rooms and what not.
If she doesn't like what he's
preaching, there's plenty of
other churches in
boiling Springs.
Whorehouses, too.
You think he'll take her in...
All her crazy ***?
Well, I think he might
welcome the challenge.
Damn it.
What the hell?
Randall, what did I just say?
Damn it, Randall! Stop!
Just keep it running.
Hey, what are you do...
Hey, it's me.
Listen, I just...
God damn it, Randall.
Who's that?
Who you calling?
Calling 911.
You did what?
So that boy inside
doesn't die waiting
for help, idiot.
Now, if it's all out of your
system, then can we go
before they get here?
God damn it!
That's my big boy, right there...
***, like in the
old testament.
You fight him?
Ahh, no, not anymore.
He has health problems.
Looking at me like he
wants to peck my eyeballs out.
He's a sweetheart..
Unless you push him too far.
Lose his temper,
though, watch out.
He'll cut you like
a prison ***.
Little chicken
toenails do all that damage?
Toenails, hell.
You see these gaffs here?
Keep them sharp as a diamond.
They get them buried up in one
another up in the pen, we got to
reach in and pull the
birds apart again.
You be careful, though.
You get caught here... here...
or here... it's "lights out," sister.
No lullaby. Good night.
Mr. gaines, you keep
putting that little blade close
to my face, I'm gonna take it
away from you and see who's
singing who a lullaby.
Lady don't blink.
She's all right.
Two more questions,
then... about Randall Kusik.
Never met the man.
I try to insulate myself from
direct contact with
the end buyer.
So, uh, Boone brothers
collect payment from Randall.
They pay you. You assemble
the, uh, whatever?
Kentucky gold deluxe fight
package... everything you need
to dominate the royal sport
of cockfighting in an
easy-to-transport
premium motor rig.
Blades come in the package?
Gaffs, miss.
Oh! Jesus!
Rachel.
She called me.
She called you?
I didn't recognize
her number at first, so
I sent it to voicemail.
Reverse lookup now...
Not her cell.
Well, what'd she say?
I don't know why he
come in on me like that.
All I'd done was show his lady
what kind of film to buy.
You saw him before this?
It's on the video there...
Two of them come in here before.
If I didn't know better, I'd
swear that blond girl set
me up to take a beating.
I know what you mean.
Guess I should have known
it was too good to be true.
I don't meet many people
with a common interest.
I just thought... I don't know.
Yeah.
Either one of them mention where
they were headed any
point in all this?
Said she wanted to shoot
pictures of horses at
some farm across the way.
I told her to use
the fuji stock.
It gets better Greens.
She happen to say which farm?
What am I supposed
to do in Alabama?!
Boyd's got kin there..
. Decent people, and that's what
you're after.
You can work his motel
till you get back on your feet
and figure out what's
next when you're ready.
But I don't want to go.
Ava, please, don't send me away.
I will... I will
work harder here.
Ellen May, you
don't want to be here.
You've been looking for a way
out as long as I've known you.
I'm saying, darlin',
this is your way out.
Ava... this is my home.
I grew up here.
I always thought that maybe...
Maybe I'd meet the right boy,
get a little house.
I ain't much for babies, but
Honey.
You're getting the chance I
never got... you
get to start over.
But I don't... I don't
want to start over.
There's $1,000
in this envelope.
Take it.
Make something out of
yourself worth being proud of.
Tell it all to Whoopi Goldberg
one day on "The View," right?
Your rise from
humble beginnings.
It just feels like I'm... I'm
being sent off, and
I-I don't know why.
Well, look at it for what it is...
You're free.
Next time, you give a blow
job because you want to.
If you even want to.
No more being afraid or
getting kicked around.
It ain't never gonna be that
way around here for you.
Colt's gonna give you a ride to
the bus station when you get
yourself together.
Okay.
Tamahill farms is just up
route 62 in case we get separated.
But it's time to go to work.
I can call in sick.
You ain't gonna call in sick.
Come this far.
Far enough.
Next bit, I don't know.
But one marshal out
over, it's enough.
Give art a stroke,
us both in the wind.
Got a little present for you.
Maybe even up the
odds a little bit.
Counting on you knowing
how to use that.
I'll do my level best.
{pub}You ready to roll?
Well, hell.
Don't look at me like that.
Well, what the hell, Lindsey?
He's a marshal, Randall.
It's what they do.
***.
Well, let's go.
That's close enough.
Come alone,
from the looks of it.
That's something.
I did.
Just you and your shotgun.
I, for the record, am unarmed.
There ain't
any record, Randall.
Not today.
Lindsey.
Raylan.
Feel like I missed a
step along the way somewhere.
How's that song go?
"Look for the rainbow
in every storm"?
I'll have to download that.
How'd you find us?
She didn't tell you
about her little phone call?
You said you dialed 911.
She must've dialed wrong,
'cause my phone rang.
That was quite a number
you did on poor Alvin.
He didn't even
sleep with my wife.
Think how you're gonna look.
That your thing, Randall?
Your weak spot?
You want her spinning up the
boys, keep 'em pixilated, like
longfellow deeds, but you just
can't stand the thought that she
might enjoy it, too.
Got to take something back...
Feel like a man.
You're forgetting the
part where she gets off on
it... me batting cleanup.
Or did you fail to notice
who she's here with?
No.
I wondered about that.
Wondering... why
did you call me?
Hoping I'd ride up, rescue you
from all this... tell me how he
put you up to it?
Or just 'cause it'd be fun
watching us tear one another up?
Hurts, don't it?
They're beanbag rounds.
Not my thing, ordinarily.
An associate of mine thought
nonlethal force might come in handy.
I figure, "what the hell?"
"I'll give it a shot."
You know, girl walks out on
me, usually I can count on,
like, a letter or something.
I was never
much of a hand at it.
Prefer a clean break,
like ripping off a band-aid?
Suppose you're
gonna ask me why.
Doesn't matter.
Well, you oughta
know I never meant to...
You know what?
Let's not do that.
So, what now?
What now is, where's my money?
That hurts, don't it?
More than any ***-***
beanbag gun.
Just take that.
You're going to a
dark place, marshal.
I want my face to be the
last thing you see.
Ugh!
Whoo!
Whoo! Come on!
You always talk
this much when you fight?
Oh, honey, this ain't a fight...
It's an execution.
Ugh!
Hey!
Lindsey...
Ugh!
That's my girl!
Whoo! ***!
Here, baby. Give me this thing.
Ugh!
Hey.
Hey.
You want your money, it's all
right in that van up there.
What?
I knew you liked me.
{pub}Jesus, man.
How many times did she shoot me?
Couple more
times than she shot me.
Where did she go?
I don't know.
Took your car, looks like.
Aren't you gonna
chase her down or something?
Nah, I don't think so.
Well, what are you gonna do?
Put a call in to the
state police, have them drive
over, escort you down to
face warrants you got out of
Duvall county, Florida.
You're just
gonna leave me here?
You got a better idea?
Well, suppose
they're a long time coming.
You wait.
"Money's in the van," she says.
Oh, them chickens.
You got to understand, man..
. I've been holding that dream in
my head so long, I might kind
of lost sight of the thing.
Randall, I know
you're shackled, and it ain't
half fair, but you say one more
word about chickens, I'm gonna
shoot you again.
End of the day, when it's all done...
She's still kind of worth it,
though, isn't she?
Tell the trooper I
said, "sorry for the mess."
There's money in
fighting chickens, Raylan.
You think about it.
Ugh!
Oh, you...
We're low on Stoli and
Cuervo, so maybe you could
stretch it out... make it
last till I can make a call?
- You all set, then?
- I am.
All right, well... I know
why you're sending me away, Ava.
- I been thinking about it...
- Ellen May...
You got to know, I would never
say nothing about what we...
God damn it!
Ellen May, what the
hell is wrong with you?
I'm just... I'm just saying,
if that's the reason...
Killing Delroy... I can
keep my mouth shut.
You'll see.
I'm just say... I'm just trying
to say that I won't, I won't...
I know you won't say
anything, Ellen May.
I know it.
It's all right.
You better go now.
Colt's waiting.
Goodbye, I guess.
Goodbye, Ellen May.
Ohh...
Beanbag rounds
were a nice touch.
What are you gonna
do about the chickens?
I'm driving around
looking for a barbecue joint to
drop them off at.
Don't even joke.
However it went down,
they're all yours now.
Don't worry.
Sure by now they've been fed,
watered, watching cartoons.
What about the money?
Figure maybe the universe's way
of saying I wasn't meant to have
it in the first place.
What about Lindsey?
What about her?
You let her go?
Kind of the same
answer as the money.
What are you gonna do now?
Hey.
You sure?
All right.
All right.
Who was that?
That was Ava.
What'd she say?
She said... that
if you're ready to come
back to work... I mean really
work... then there's a
place for you at Audry's.
I-I-I can work!
I can work! I will! You'll see!
Okay. We'll see.
She say why?
No, she did not.
I bet it's 'cause
of what I told her.
Probably.
Feels good.
Going home.
It'll be quick, Ava.
She'll never know.
She won't be afraid.
One minute, she's here,
and the next, she's gone.
Just like that.
I got to take a ***.
You pump, I'll pay.
Put in $10.
Okay.
Just a minute!
Oh, ***.
Oh, ***!
***! ***!
Hey! Did you see a girl?
Oh, come on.
***!
Oh, Ellen May.
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