Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 13 - Slaughterhouse - full transcript

- Previously on "Justified"...
- Devil, whatever led you

to believe that you
could pull this off?

Wait! Wait!

Don't know why we're out
here instead of tossing this

traitor in a slurry pond.

Devil was a friend
before he became a traitor.

Arlo!

Did you take your meds today?

Arlo...

What I'd like to do is create
a diversion... say, blow up a car.

What if when that car blows
up, there's a man inside?



And say that man had
brilliant blue eyes?

And a big,
stupid baby head?

Now, right out there in
that truck, I got a box full of

emulex with a
cellphone detonator.

I believe I know
how to blow up a car.

You tell me you got
Boyd and Quarles all wrapped up

in a pretty little bow.

Fantastic.

In the meantime, not day passes
federal boots aren't on

the ground in nobles holler
until I get what I want.

What in the
hell you doing here?

Coming out slowly.

Now.

Drop your weapon,
or I will shoot.



Tom.

Quarles did it.

Quarles shot him.

I've had troopers
canvassing the whole town.

And so far, no reports
of the suspect.

I've got our best trackers coming
in... k-9 and air support.

Daylight comes, we'll
find Robert Quarles.

How is he?

He didn't make it.

Jesus, God.

I'm sorry, captain.

Chief deputy Art mullen.

He coded.

They kept working his heart.

- Took him directly into surgery, but...
- He conscious on the

drive over?

They didn't confirm it was
Quarles who shot him, if that's

what you're thinking.

I'm guessing this Quarles hasn't
been found, or I would have

heard it on the radio.

Our fugitive task force
is on its way over here.

Crowder's awake.

Then what happened?

Well, I don't know, because
I was unconscious at the time.

I already told you.

It was Quarles that
shot the trooper.

Shut up, Johnny.

He ain't talking to you.

Look, Raylan.

You want to talk to me, now, you
gonna have to stand in line.

It seems like I'm the most popular
man in this room tonight.

If it's all the same
to all concerned, I thought I

might just jump to the
front of the line.

I'm pretty much done.

Raylan.

Raylan, I hope you have enough
respect for my capabilities to

know that I would not blow up a
car that I'm standing next to.

Who, then?

Wynn Duffy.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

Put a bolo out.

Large R.V., registered
to wynn Duffy security.

I'm looking
for Boyd and Johnny.

You let me in.

Hey, Givens.

It's all right.

Let him in.

What the hell you doing here?

I heard that a
cop in a hat got shot.

Guess it wasn't you.

No. I'm fine.

I can see that.

Uh, am I done here?

I got a family member
that's concerned about me.

We're done.

I want to talk to you.

Wondered what the
hell happened to you.

Yeah?

That's funny.

I wanted to ask you
the same question.

You pulled a gun on Ava.

You stick her in the cellar.

What the hell
were you thinking?

Wasn't my idea.

I had to do it to shut her up.

To shut who up? Ava?

No, no. Not Ava.

I just... s-something had
to be done, and I did it.

You haven't been taking
your medication, have you?

I've been trying,
Sit down.

She hides them
where I can't find them.

Who? Helen?

That's right.

Thinks it's funny, watching an
old man chase around his pills.

I took care of business.

That's all you need to know.

I want you to take one
of these pills... In front of me.

Go on.

What are they doing?

You want to un-cuff them?

I just need five
minutes alone with Duffy.

Let's go.

Why don't we just start with you
telling me what you know.

Was it Quarles?

Where is he?

You blew up the car.

You must have been close.

Did you see who
killed the trooper?

You don't want to tell me,
I'll just assume it was you.

What do you know?

What do I...
What I know is I... we were

on our way... Mike and I were on
our way to midnight mass, and

apparently, we were exceeding
the speed limit, because these

gentlemen pulled us over.

Yeah, and they
pulled this off of you.

I have a permit for
that in my other pants.

You remember the pawn-shop
owner you sent after me... Glen Fogle?

God rest his soul.

Had a little game he
liked to play with his flunkies.

Are you familiar?

Uh... remind me.

I ask
you a question.

You answer truthfully,
or I pull the trigger.

You understand?

It seems
simple enough.

You have
any questions?

What are you doing?

Is that
your question?

You think you can make me talk?

That's your choice.

Or you're
gonna shoot me?

There's a five
out of six chance I won't.

Bullshit.

Where's Quarles?

Kiss my ass.

Jesus! Christ!

There are cops outside!

That's right.

They're outsiders
You're a cop!

Deputy U.S. marshal.

Raylan, you just can't
come in here and shoot me

because you... you.
You feel like it!

Why not?

Isn't that the way
you guys do it?

Isn't that why tom bergen's dead while
his wife and children are grieving?

So, you know what?

Now we're gonna
play by your rules.

- Raylan...
- Where's Quarles?

I don't know!

Jesus! Stop it!

What is wrong with you?!

You want me to
stop, tell me the truth.

How can I tell
you what I don't know?

Start with telling
me what you do know.

Okay.

Just give me a minute.

No.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Okay! What do I know?!

What do I know?!

I know that, uh...

I know that Limehouse
set this all up!

I know that Quarles
likes young boys.

Who do you think called
in the Brady Hughes tip?

Me!

I know that he wants you dead, and
he probably wants me dead, too.

And, yes, I tried to
blow him hi in his car!

And then I drove away!

That's what I know!

That's it?

That is all I know!

You don't
know where he is?

I don't
know where he is!

Okay.

I believe you.

Jesus Christ!

♪ 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 har ♪

♪ On this lonely road ♪

♪ Trying to make it home ♪

♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪

♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪

♪ I see them long,
hard times to come ♪

Well, you
invited me here.

Should I be expecting
an apology?

I got an idea you were not
entirely happy with my services.

I am returning your deposit.

Duly witnessed.

There's even a little
interest in there.

You really think
this concludes our business?

I do.

Now, we can both walk away with
what we got, or we can have it

out right now.

Although you are traveling
a little light.

I don't see Devil back there, gun
pointed at me, finger on the

trigger.

Well, I guess we best
both sleep with one eye open.

I always do.

Want me to make that call?

Not yet.

Not yet.

You screwed up.

In what manner of speaking?

In a very
serious manner.

I'm just trying to
catch up here, marshal.

You, uh, trying to say that
your big bust didn't work out?

A horsefly sneezes in these
hills, he knows about it

beforehand, but I'm to believe
the car bomb and the dead

trooper down the
road comes as news.

Well, now that you say it, I
think I did hear something about

something like that.

Like we're
talking about the weather.

What is tomorrow's
weather forecast?

I reckon it's gonna
be a beautiful day.

Mm.

You are gonna
spend it indoors.

Charged with
accessory to murder.

Oh, now, hold
on just a minute.

You
promised me Boyd.

You promised me Quarles, and
what I got was a dead cop.

I don't recall promising
you donkey squat.

I just pointed out an
opportunity, more like.

Oh, is that right?

That's right.

And what I'm hearing sounded
like you screwed up.

Excuse me?

You screwed up.

You know how I know that?

'Cause one of yours is dead.

Think twice about
your next move, gentlemen.

Mr. Givens?

Deputy marshal.

I ain't my father, and I don't
care to be confused with him.

I don't think you seeing the
big picture 'round here, marshal.

Now, you boys know how to
get rid of blood and bones.

He shoots, you make sure nobody
finds him... none of him.

I want
what you promised me.

I don't know if I
can get you Quarles.

But I might could get
you Boyd Crowder.

I'm listening.

Clear.

That helicopter again.

Hey, I told y'all I heard
something explode last night.

You didn't believe me, though.

Night before that, you were
telling us you heard a bear.

Oh, yeah, and just how do you
know it wasn't a bear, pudknocker?

Hey.

I don't like that kind of talk.

Gosh.

Can't believe I slept
through all that.

Mom, you don't sleep.

You hibernate.

Oh, funny.

Hey, you dropped something.

Nice.

I get bit by a
copperhead, it's on you.

Maybe I'll get eaten by
that bear Mitch heard.

How would that be?

Mom?

I'm guessing you
got the keys, sport.

Shelby, my friend.

To what do we owe the honor?

We need to talk.
You and me.

That sounds ominous.

You only been on
the job one day.

You're already calling
in an official capacity?

Not exactly.

You alone?

Well, I can be.

What is it?

I don't know.

All right, shelby.

You got me alone.

Well, it's not good.

Well, let's hear it.

A warrant popped.

I made a couple of calls.

Best I could find out, he U.S.
marshals believe you put a

body in the ground
some nights past.

Where was I
supposed to have done this?

Out by black lick creek.

Anything else?

They're watching your house.

That's why I didn't
come in person.

They didn't call in my office.

They just called the
state troopers.

On account
of our relationship.

Huh.

Well, uh, where do
things stand, shelby?

Well, they're gonna pick you
up if they find the body.

How much time I got?

They're still
digging, last I heard.

Half-hour. Less.

Listen, Boyd.

You saved my life and then you
pulled me off the ash heap, gave

me a second chance.

Now I believe we're square.

Good luck.

"Trust... Jesus."

Ohh.

So... you folks on vacation?

We were at a rock festival.

Christian rock.

I like that.

Good place to bond over.

What's your name, son?

Pete.

Pete.

Your brother's name?

He's Mitch.

You don't say
much, Mitch, do you?

That's okay. I get it.

Look, you boys are lucky.

You get to spend
time with your mom.

I didn't get to spend
much time with mine.

She died when I
was pretty young.

Speaking of which, where's dad?

We're divorced.

Ma'am, if you don't mind,
I'm gonna borrow your phone.

I need to make a call.

Now, Pete, don't do anything
stupid, 'cause remember, I have

got a gun pressed to
your mother's back.

Put Theo on the phone.

Put him on the phone!

Bobby Quarles.

You're shitting me.

Bobby.

What a surprise.

Oh, hi, Theo.

I guess it wasn't my time yet.

Somebody upstairs likes me.

Oh, that's a great movie.

One of Newman's
finest performances.

You know, just thinking about it
makes me want to watch it again.

Lanny, do me a favor.

Go get my copy of "somebody
up there likes me."

It should be in
with the classics.

Theo.

Theo!

Okay. I'm back.

Theo, I want to come home.

You want to come home?

Yes. Name the price.

Home. Oh, h-hold on.

Hey, Lanny.

Lanny, forget about it.

I-it's not here.

It's at home, in Detroit.

What?

I'm sorry, Bobby.

I'm at the California house.

Uh, okay.

So, here's the deal.

You owe me $250,000.

I'm gonna need that
paid back in full.

Okay.

And Sammy's gonna need
something for pain and suffering.

Pain and suffering?!

You pointed a gun
in his face, Bobby.

Actions have consequences.

Okay. How much?

Double it.

That's $500,000.

That'll get you home.

That's a lot of money, Theo.

Well, you're lucky
it's not more.

You know why?

No, but I'm sure
you're gonna tell me why.

You disgust me, Bobby...
What you've become.

I don't want you part
of the outfit any more.

I'll let you get things
straight with your family.

You come up with the money,
you can come home.

I will come up with the money.

What was
shelby calling about?

State troopers
are digging up Devil.

What?

Said I was the
one who put him there.

Was there
a... a witness?

Wasn't any witness.

This come from Limehouse.

Well, now, how the
hell would you know that?

Last night on the bridge, he
asked where Devil was just so I'd know.

Well, he
couldn't have known.

He could if
somebody told him.

Only people know anything
about that are in this room.

It wasn't me.

And I know it wasn't Ava.

You can go to hell, Boyd.

I'm the one that tipped you off
to Devil in the first place.

Arlo, what about you?

You said anything to
anybody about anything?

No.

Nothing, Boyd.

Unless what?

Not sure.

Might have said
something to Helen.

Women don't know how
to keep a secret.

Holy shit.

- Oh, Arlo...
- I'm sure I didn't.

Except
you're not sure.

What the
hell we gonna do?

Okay, wait.

What were they looking for?

What evidence can
we get rid of?

Honey, there's a
Kentucky state police and a.

U.S. marshal sitting in their car
at the end of this driveway.

Now, we light out of here, start
trying to hide evidence, we're

just as likely to
lead them to it.

There's got to be
something that we can do!

Johnny,
you watch Arlo.

Come on.

Boyd, please.

You can't just sit here.

You got to run.

There ain't
nowhere for me to go.

They would always know that
I would come back to you.

It's not how it's supposed
to happen, without no warning.

We need more time.

I want more time.

Now, we didn't
invent the rules, baby.

We just got to play by them.

Now...

All right, Pete.

Pull up over here.

Right here. That's it.

Nice and easy. Good boy.

Nice and easy. Good boy.

All right, mom.

What do you say we get out
and stretch our legs?

I'm fine.

Get out.

Okay. Okay. I'm getting out.

Just don't... point the gun
at me, not them, okay?

Okay.

Go.

No! No! No! No!

Pete, I'm not
gonna say it again.

Go!

Mom, no! Come on!

Take me! No!

Pete, stop the car!

That's it, Pete.

Mom!

It's gonna be okay, Mitch.

Stop the car, Pete! Mom!

Did I tell you boys I
have a son of my own?

Yeah. He's about your age.

Boyd, they're here.

Arlo, you
mind letting them in?

Sorry we
didn't call first.

Boyd Crowder, you are under
arrest for the murder of one

Derrick Lennox, A.K.A. Devil.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I'll assert that right
and the one about the lawyer.

Fair enough.

You mind telling me how
you turned this thing federal?

State police invited us
to be part of a task force, due

to local law-enforcement
corruption and the like.

You process me through
Lexington, you show the whole

world there's no way deputy
Givens and I could be in cahoots.

You're not
as dumb as you look.

I like the use of the
word "cahoots," though.

Raylan, I want
to just say I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

How I treated
you when you were a boy.

Okay.

Not an easy
thing for me to say.

No, I figured not.

But she insisted.

I know she was your favorite.

Gave you ale-8's and moonpies, let you
watch TV till your eyes rotted out.

But you don't know
how she can nag.

You talking
to Helen again?

She does
all the talking.

Raylan, woman just
flagged down a KSP trooper.

Said that she and her two boys
have been carjacked by a man

that fits Quarles' description.

Thanks, Arlo.

Johnny!

Yeah?

We're gonna
figure this out.

Who is?

We are... you and me.

Okay.

First off,
someone's gonna pay.

Damn straight.

You got any ideas?

I say we
start with Ellen May.

Ellen May?

Yeah.

You don't know?

Dickie Bennett... he was in there
to see her just yesterday.

Dickie Bennett?

That's what
the girls told me.

He was in there, pressing her
for information, and you know

how those girls talk, Ava.

That place is turning
into a sieve.

Even if that's true,
Ellen May don't know shit.

She knows Arlo.

Did he tell
you who he called?

No.

Was he talking
to a man or a woman?

Man's voice.

It was kind of loud.

Did they argue?

No. Uh, Theo.

I think he said Theo.

Theo Tonin.

He said he wanted to come home.

He said he
wanted to come home?

Yes.

He said, "name your price,"
and the man said, "$500,000."

Ms. Jenson, deputy Brooks is gonna
take you to see the folks at victim

services, all right?

Yes, but listen to me.

Please, you have to know.

This is the only
family that I have.

We are going to
find your boys, Ms. Jensen.

Home is Detroit, right?

Yes, it is.

And with her boy driving, he's probably
blown through the roadblocks already.

Boys, we need to pull up stakes
here and shift everything north!

Call air ops.

Tell them we're
widening the search.

Art.

What?

He said
he needed money.

Yeah. $500,000.

He ain't got
that kind of money.

Well, maybe he's gonna rob
liquor stores on his way to Michigan.

I need every file
you've got on him.

That means
go back to the office.

Yes, it does.

Art!

Not now, Raylan!

Just do it!

Givens.

Marshal?

Yeah. Who's this?

Uh, this is Mitch.

Mr. Quarles says to do exactly
what I say or he'll kill me.

Okay.

N-now get in your car.

Put your phone on speaker...
Put your phone on speaker...

...and set it on
the seat next to you.

...and set it on
the seat next to you.

If you talk to anyone
or do anything stupid...

If you talk to anyone or do anything stupid...
...I will kill you.

...he'll kill me.

Go. Ahh.

Mr. Quarles.

Looking a little worse
for wear, there.

Well, I didn't have a chance to
pretty myself up for you there, Raylan.

You don't by chance have an
ibuprofen on you, would you?

No? Okay.

I'll just have your gun
and your phone, please.

The way this works is you
give up these boys, I give you my gun.

How about you give me the
gun and I don't kill the boys?

Boys for my gun.

That's cute.

Now drop your gun and your
phone and take five steps back.

Now.

Attaboy.

Mitch, go pick it up.

Go ahead, son.

Now get in the van.

Move!

Just so we're clear,
I'm gonna want that back.

Is that so?

Oh, wait a second.

This one?

That one,
you can keep.

Why, thank you very much.

Boy, you work like you eat.

Yeah, you don't leave
nothing undone.

Just how I do things.

And I appreciate that.

I need to have a
word with errol.

How about if I take this home?

How'd that be?

You are one of the few folk 'round
here that's got a thing for pig tongue.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I dress it up in mustard seed,
soak it in cider to sweeten the taste.

Then I put a little vinegar just
to soften the texture, and it

just sits right
there... just sits.

Till you come 'round.

You used to send plates
home to me when I was a boy.

That's right.

Your daddy would set it aside
when we butchered together.

Yep.

End of the day, "lime!"

Your daddy called me "lime."

"You want to fix some of this here up
so I can take it home to little errol?"

I'd fix it up, too.

Yeah.

I don't know what I'm gonna
do once you are gone.

I guess I'll take
it off the menu.

Sir?

But Boyd Crowder, he's in jail, and Mr.
Quarles is on the run.

Every lawman in
Kentucky's hunting him.

Yes, sir. My work is done.

And now we are done.
You and me.

Mr. Limehouse... I want you to
pack your things, and you get out of

nobles holler before dark.

But wh... ah.

Yeah.

What in the
hell were you thinking?

You gonna have to
be more specific.

I got a lot on my
plate right now.

Calling
in about Devil.

Boyd goddamn nearly figured
out where that came from.

But he didn't, did he?

Because I got lucky.

I laid it off on Arlo
and one of Ava's girls.

Well, maybe it was luck.

Maybe it was Providence.

Now, you been wanting Boyd Crowder out
the way ever since he got you gutshot.

Now it's done.

Yeah, maybe.

But you and me,
we are not done.

Yeah.

Aah!

Yeah!

Yeah, oh!

Oh, my God!

That feels good, huh?

Oh, yeah!

You like that.

Yeah!

Ow!

What the hell?

I'm gonna need
you to get out now!

What did I do?

Would you
get out of here?!

I already paid her!

I got your money, okay?

Ellen May.

What you doing, talking
to Dickie Bennett?

What do you mean?

Hey, I got you!

Sweetheart.

I know he was here.

Now, what I want is the truth.

Only for a few minutes.

What did he want?!

To talk about Limehouse.

Have you seen my scar?

Of course.

That man
stood in my kitchen!

He shot me in my chest!

I know.

I told him he shouldn't be here,
but he just wouldn't listen.

Ow!

What did you tell him?

Just to talk about Limehouse
and find out where he put his

money... under the church.

What did you
say about Devil?!

Devil? I didn't... I didn't say
anything about Devil.

You told Dickie something
he took back to Limehouse.

No!

Arlo told
you something!

No!

You've been working
with Limehouse himself!

I don't know!

No!

I've been loyal!

To who?

Look, if I wanted to do wrong by
you, there are things I could say.

Ohh!

You don't threaten me.

And you don't talk to
anybody about anything!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Easy, easy, easy.

That's it.

Stop right there.

Now, take your cuffs and cuff
Pete to the steering wheel.

Good.

Mitch, come on.

Hands up, Raylan. Let's go.

Out. Come.

Mr. Limehouse!

Get in there.

Move.

Marshal.

And company.

Things didn't go as planned,
or at least not as discussed.

Stopped
by for a favor.

A favor?

You done lost your damn mind.

Mr. Quarles decided
he wants to go home now.

I want to go home.

Well, is there something I can
do to help speed you on your way?

He needs a
little traveling money.

How much?

Uh...
About half a million.

Then we'll
get out of your hair.

A half million ain't
getting-out-your-hair money.

That's fighting money.

What kind of
collateral you got?

You're looking at it.

Oh, so I pay or you
kill the marshal?

Yeah. Well, no.

First, I'll kill the kid, and
then I will kill the marshal.

Well, no offense, but not
my people, not my problem.

Well, then I'm gonna kill you.

You do, there'll be a dozen
armed men out there before you

can turn around, as the
marshal can attest.

I can.

Yes, but then
you would be dead.

Okay, then.

So, we all know where
we stand, don't we?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Look.

Ellstin, you been saying you
just want to be left alone.

Well, I figure
this gets it done.

Come on, Ellstin.

You can do it.

Unh-unh-unh-unh, steady.

I've got the gun.

Whoa.

Oh, shit, it's a piggy bank!

Son, grab that bucket
and fill it up.

Marshal, you are one
strange piece of chicken.

One day, you about to tear my whole
world apart over a dead trooper.

Next day, you giving all this
money to the man that killed him.

Wait. Wait a second.

You think that I
killed the trooper?

Who did?

Who killed him?

Your old man.

Arlo. Hey.

Let's go. Hey. Wake up.

Wake up.

What's the matter?

Let's go.

Is that you, son?

You got
clothes on under there?

I don't know.

Come on. Get up.

Let's get you dressed.

W-what's going on?

Raylan.

They're gonna take you
in the conference room, Arlo.

Not like
I got a choice.

I'll be
there momentarily.

Thought you
might be interested.

One of the weapons that you
pulled off of Quarles turned out

to be a match for the gun
that killed Gary Hawkins.

Hmm. That's nice.

You don't
sound very surprised.

Kind of had a hunch.

Are you okay?

Could use
a little sleep.

Well, we'll
handle the interview.

Public defender's already here.

Why don't you go home?

Think it's true what they say.

Well,
what do they say?

One bad apple
spoils the barrel.

Well, Raylan, even in a
little town like Harlan, I think

the apple barrel is obsolete.

But the expression ain't,
'cause of the truth contained therein.

You trying to tell me
we ain't talking about apples?

What's Arlo doing here?

Likely
killed tom bergen.

Who told you that?

Don't matter.

He doesn't deny it.

Since he's part of your crew, shouldn't
be too tough to tie you into it.

Add that to whatever you're gonna
get for Devil, and I don't

suppose I'll be seeing
you again in 20 years.

That's the apple, the
barrel, and the tree.

I've connected to Arlo
in ways I was never given a

chance to do with my own daddy.

He's not my crew, Raylan.

He's my family.

So long, Boyd.

We're just talking.

Well, we shouldn't be talking.

Based on the reports, he's
clearly non compos mentis.

Are you
saying I'm crazy?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm not crazy.

I know what I done.

What did you do?

Don't answer that
question, Mr. Givens.

First off, I killed that
state trooper, like you said.

Tom bergen.

That's right.

- Mr.
- Why?

I did it to protect Boyd...
same reason I killed Devil.

Same reason
you did what?

I killed Devil.

We are done here, Art.

He was ready to take
Boyd out, and I took him out first.

So, you killed Devil?

That's right.

I can show you where
they found the body.

I can even take you to
the gun, if you want.

Why did you do it?

I did it
to protect Boyd.

First, I killed Devil.

Then I killed the trooper.

I guess art thought what
Arlo had done upset me in some way.

Could really only be expected.

Ario's a criminal.

Never been anything else.

Art offered me a drink.

I didn't need it,
but took it anyway.

Then Boyd got his release.

I asked if he was proud, letting a
feeble old man take the fall for him.

Didn't seem to bother him
none one way or the other.

He just walked out of there,
happy as a preacher on Sunday.

So, then you came here,
asking for another drink you don't need.

Are you sure all
your sister has is water?

I offered you
milk and apple juice.

Not even light beer?

Raylan...
Why are you here?

I told
you when I came in.

Just wondering how this
was all gonna work out.

So, you gonna stay here with your
sister until the baby's born?

Mm-hmm.

Is that it?

I thought I might pat the
belly, see the latest sonogram.

Tell me a story about a
man getting his arm chopped off.

You know what
they're saying at the office?

Hmm?

I "disarmed" him.

That's pretty good.

Yeah.

- Well, uh...
- I should go.

It's getting late, and I should
let you get back to sleep.

Good night.

Apologize to your
sister for me.

I will.

Hey, Raylan.

Hmm?

Only thing I don't
understand, why... why did Art

think you'd be upset?

I think it was
why Arlo shot bergen.

Which was...?

He didn't know
he was a state trooper.

Just saw a man in a hat,
pointing a gun at Boyd.

Man in a hat?

Yeah.