Justified (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 5 - Thick as Mud - full transcript

After the plan to steal Mags' money fails, Dewey finds him himself in a life or death situation in a last-ditch attempt to make money. Meanwhile, after Devil's attempted betrayal, Boyd decides to retaliate on his enemies.

Previously on "Justified"...

I overheard every word of

that conversation between you

and Crowder, and I want that
money.

How am I gonna get my

hands on that money, you think,

while I am inside here?

Nap time's over, gimpy.

There you go.

What the hell, man?

You're free, brother.



Free where?

Where the hell am I?

You're out of
Tramble.

Awesome!

If things go well.

How you doing, Ash?

Let's go.

You know where
they're going?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

So hard to get cellphone
service in these holler roads.

Fine! But you got to promise me that

no matter how weird this thing

gets, you say I cooperated.

See, Tanner's kind of like my



talent scout, and from what I've

heard, you have been pushed to a

second-tier position at an

enterprise that's going nowhere
fast.

You saying you got
something better?

Devil, whatever led you

to believe that you could pull

this off?

Wait! Wait!

There's supposed to

be $3 million in here,
Limehouse.

Look, it's all spent except

what you see right there.

I believe the terms
of the deal are I receive the

money, and then we are through.

That's right.
Those are the terms.

Then you take it
back.

I do not accept this.

If things are going to plan,

we would've heard by now, so now

we got to do the other thing.

Come on! No!

Shh!

Hey, before you get in the

car, I may have a way for us to

make some more money.

What if he finds out?

What if who finds out about
what?

What if Dickie Bennett finds

out you lied when you told him

this here was all that was left

of his mama's money?

Well, about the only way I

can see him finding out about

this here is if someone was to
tell him.

I ain't the only one who

knows.

He does find out, you know he'll

- come looking for it.
- Mm-hmm.

Be no stopping him.

Oh, I'll stop him.

Besides, I hear they fittin' to

send him back to Tramble.

Inside or out, $3 million buy

a lot of friends.

Well, anybody comes, we gonna

stop them.

How it's always been.

And why you asking questions?

You think I ain't taking care of
business?

No, sir, Mr. Limehouse.

Just think we should get us a

couple Tramble brothers to shiv
his ass.

No.

That ain't the agreement I made

with his mama.

I don't know your agreement

with his mama.

Boy, what is you really

asking?

Where that $3 million is?

No, sir.

So, you lay your head down at

night, and you dream about all

the living you could do with
that money?

Boy, that dream will get you

killed quicker than a bullet.

Now, you know what you need to

know.

And it wasn't no $3 million.

Not near.

Now, you get that put away.

I'm gonna go check this smoker
here.

Don't know why we're

out here freezing our asses off

instead of just tossing this

traitor in a slurry pond.

Devil was a friend

before he became a traitor.

You remember what your
daddy used to say?

"Once you make up your

mind to kill a man, there ain't

nothing left to talk about."

Thinking about it only

makes it harder.

Well, maybe it should
be harder.

That kind of attitude

might make a man blink when the

moment comes.

Did I blink?

Arlo, there's no need to rob the

bodies of the dead.

Thought we weren't
robbing the dead.

This is devil's last
gift to us.

We return to the great unknown a

man with a belly full of the

fruit of temptation.

May his entrance into that world

be more painless than his exit

from this one.

I'm sorry.
I was trying not to wake you.

I was up.

Doing what?

You know...

Packing, making lists.

Looks smaller, doesn't it?

Yeah, well, they

always do, empty.

You remember the first time you

stepped foot in this house?

You came in in the dark that
night, too.

I came in through the
garden door.

Poor Gary.

Scared him half to death.

I apologized for
that.

I remember coming

down these stairs and seeing you

in the kitchen and...

Knowing that my marriage to Gary

was over.

I thought you'd be
angry, me coming home at

2:00 A.M.

Do you want a beer?

Seriously.

You're seven weeks' pregnant,
ready to move.

I haven't done anything to line
up a place for us.

I'm just out there running and
gunning...

- All right.
- You've convinced me. I'm angry.

I'm still not gonna fight with

you.

I'm done trying to
change who you are.

And I'm... I'm done pretending

that I could ever feel about

anyone else the way I feel about
you.

That may be the sweetest
thing you ever said to me.

Want a beer or not?

Come on.

Wake up.
Come on.

Wake up, shitbird.

Morning.

Relax, relax, relax, relax,

Relax.

Look, we don't have a lot of

time.

Well, actually,
you don't have a

lot of time.

You ever see that movie where

the evil, spic-a-roo surgeon

snatches up the pretty gringo

tourists and cuts out all their

organs, sells them off to rich

folks who want to skip the

transplant line?

Well, it turns out that's...
That's pretty much all bullshit.

- Jesus.
- What did you do to me?

Most organs... your heart,

your lungs... won't stay viable

if removed outside of a hospital

setting.

Kidneys, though

You can take a healthy kidney,

put it on ice for two full days.

Reinstall it, and that baby goes

back to work without ever
missing a beat.

Now, there are people all over

the world that are just chomping

at the bit to pay, $20,000,

sometimes 30 grand for a new

pair of kidneys, and they don't

give two shits where they came

from.

Y-you can't take my
kidneys.

I already have.

Now, like I said, your kidneys

will do just fine for a while
without you.

Unfortunately, you can't last

long without them.

Poisons are gonna begin to build
up in your blood.

It's gonna make your skin change

color.

It's gonna feel like someone

reached inside of your guts and

literally just started twisting.

Eventually, you're gonna start
puking blood.

Your body's gonna go into

convulsions, and then your

muscles are gonna seize up so

hard that your bones will
actually break.

Well, how do I stop
it?

You could go to the hospital.

Although, seeing as you're a
fugitive, that means you're

gonna have to spend the rest of

your life getting dialysis
treatments in a prison

infirmary.

Or you can buy them back from

me.

I don't have any

money.

I suggest you find some.

Let's say 20 grand.

You have...

Four hours to be at this
address.

Now, Dewey, if you're late,

if you don't have the cash, if

you bring the cops, then I'm

gonna sell your kidneys to a

businessman I already have lined

up in Chicago.

Get out of the car.

Now!

♪ 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 ♪

You sure it was
Dewey?

First car on the scene
showed him the fugitive print-out.

That's why they called us.

What about
fancy Lance?

You okay?

Yeah. Why?

When's the last time
you slept?

Well, I was sleeping

like a baby till you called.

Lance the prison nurse?

Yeah.

I thought Dickie said Dewey was
his hostage.

Oh, you're saying
Dickie might be full of shit?

Or Dewey gave Lance

the slip.

They say which way he was
coming from?

You really think a male nurse

gonna go "butch and Sundance" in
a motel room?

Just butch.

He's a prison nurse.

What's that mean?

Means he might know
enough law to realize he's

looking at felony murder for his

two dead partners.

You, uh, want us to use a

ram?

Or...

Lance, you in there?

Looks like we get to use the
ram after all.

You're just dying to
smash something, aren't you?

Did any of the witnesses of the

carjacking say Dewey was covered

in blood?

Perhaps a little pale?

Looks like somebody's

been killing chickens in here.

Maybe your boy Crowe got the

drop on him and it's the nurse's
blood.

Dewey ain't the
"get the drop on anyone" type.

More like the
"running around with his head

cut off" type.

- Oh, my God.
- Open the register.

- Okay.
- Move it!

- Okay.
- Don't make me hurt you.

Come on!

- Where's the rest of it?
- Rest of what?

You heard me, man.

I just need the register.

Now, I don't want to hurt you,
but I will if I have to.

Where's the rest of the cash?

I swear all the cash is in
the register.

There's like
200 bucks!

All this expensive shit you got

here, there's only 200 bucks?

I'd barely get a blender with
that!

Mostly our customers just use
credit cards.

The receipts a-are in the

drawer.

Just... just take something,

anything in the store, and...

And... and sell it on ebay.

I don't have time for
that.

I need cash.

Where do people use cash?!

He took $229 from
the register, left

50-some-thousand-dollars' worth

of merchandise behind?

Well, he never was
the sharpest apple in the city.

Why did he take so
long to start traveling?

I mean, he could have driven all

day yesterday while we were busy
chasing Dickie.

Could have robbed a
mattress store in El Paso this

morning before crossing the damn
border.

Hmm.

Well, maybe

Lawrence nightingale really di

take him prisoner.

Get it?

Lawrence...instead of Florence.

Lawrence nightingale.

Yeah.

I got it.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Not again.

Don't tell me guys pay you by
credit card.

I saw some girl on TV say she

could make 3,000 bucks in one
night on the pole.

Now, granted, she was a 91/2

and you're a 6 if I'm feeling

generous, but I figured you'd be
good for a grand or so.

It's 10:00 in the morning.

Lexington ain't hardly Vegas.

You think I don't know that?

It's not too late for you,
son.

It's getting there.

Guy said I had maybe six hours

before my skin would start
turning color.

First step is admit you need
help.

I need money.

Son, drugs are a temporary

solution to a permanent problem.

You think I'm a
tweaker?

Learned not to label others
lest I be labeled.

Man, you don't know
shit.

Do you know you're bleeding?

N-now, hold on!

You think this is a
joke?!

I told him!

I told all of you!

I'm a desperate man!

"Desperate man," huh?

That's what he said.

He really bust out of Tramble?

He had help.

That where he got the
transplant?

I'm sorry?

The kidneys?
The cuts on his stomach.

He told you they were

from a transplant?

No, but when my aunt had her

kidneys swapped out for a new

set from this kid who drowned,

she had cuts in the same places.

Guy matching Crowe's description
just knocked over a fluff 'n' fold.

I don't see what good

we're doing just trailing after
his mayhem.

You stick with Dewey.

I'm headed to tyree medical, pay

a visit to Mr. ash Murphy.

The prison guard?

What makes you think he knows
anything?

He said things might
get weird.

I'd say this qualifies.

You never came home.

I just need a little

time.

You regret killing him?

I regret that he made

it necessary.

I want to show you

something.

Still hurts like hell sometimes.

Dickie Bennett's gonna
pay for that.

Let me see yours.

We didn't get these working down

a mine or putting a car in a

ditch.

This is the price we pay for the
life we live.

I chose this life, Ava.

So did I.

And whatever you decide, I'm in

it, same as you.

This, uh, fella that

put these ideas into devil's

head... a fella name of

Tanner... I got to decide what

to do about him.

Now, Tanner himself, he ain't so

much, but the people he works

for, well, if they decide to
come in force...

I don't know that we're gonna be
equal to it.

I don't believe that.

What the hell do you want?

Is that any way to
greet the man who saved your life?

You ran me over.
Twice.

Saved me from having
to shoot you.

Do you not remember drawing down

on a federal officer?

You did not have to do it a
second time.

You still had the gun
in your hand.

Whatever.

- Okay.
- You know what?

Instead of a "thank you," just

tell me what you meant when you

said things might get weird.

You really expect me to help
you?

I know that junior and Coombs

got popped, which means I'm on

the hook for felony murder,
right?

Which is a double life sentence.

You really expect me to believe

that you're gonna be able to cut

me a deal?

- What is this? Morphine?
- Yeah.

You give it to yourself,
what's to stop you from OD'ing?

Well, if you hit it too many

times, it locks itself out for a
bit.

Come on.

What do you know
about kidneys?

They're the Cadillac of
beans.

Come on.

Ohh!
Shit!

Shit's starting to wear off.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ash, you been futzing

with men's organs?

S-shit.

It was... it was Lance.

He was gonna strip them for
parts.

He said that we'd get 50 grand

easy just for livers and kidneys
alone.

He'd been doing it with bodies

at the Tramble morgue.

It wasn't me.

It was him.

His idea.

What I want to know
now is who was doing the

cutting?

I don't know.

Excuse me.
I thought I made myself clear

to the other detectives.

He... he won't give me my

morphine.

He hit me with his car.

He... he... I told him

everything that I know, and I...

Deputy U.S. marshal,
ma'am.

Well, whoever you are, this
man is my patient.

Well, he's my
prisoner.

Don't worry about that.
The machine cuts him off from

OD'ing.

I'm sorry.

What is so important that you

would treat him that way?

Do you know what he
is, your patient?

Well, I know it's not
supposed to matter.

Not to you, either, I believe.

You know, I got a
question.

It's a medical one.

Say you took both a guy's

kidneys, then you closed him up.

If you're taking out both his

kidneys, there's no reason to
close.

Say you did.

You made the two incisions.
You wouldn't have to make

incisions 'cause you take the
heart and the lungs first, and

you go in for the rest once the
guy's open.

No, I'm not talking

about a cadaver or brain dead.

Oh, you're talking about a

healthy subject who's just

decided to donate both his
kidneys?

Well, say he didn't

decide it... it was decided for
him.

In a motel room. You ever hear
of something like that?

I've heard of bigfoot, too.

Yeah, well, he's not
my problem.

- You're crazy.
- What?

A surgeon can't go broke out

Keenely and and get in debt to a
shylock?

- They bet playing golf.
- Yeah?

You know any of them bets more
than he can afford?

Well, my money would be on

Dr. Boisineau, but that may just
be wishful thinking.

- Boisineau, huh?
- He's this young guy.

Always comes out of the O.R.

Thinking he's God, saving lives.

He thinks we should reward him.

He thinks that a nurse's job is

to slap instruments in his hand

and then go to bed with him.

He'll say, "hey, come on, I

got a room set aside.

We can make it a quickie or do
the other."

I see. But you go
for older guys. That it?

Point is you work around

Dr. blow job, you learn how to

turn him down without making him

angry.

You know, uh, where I

might be able to find this

Dr...Boisineau?

Well, unless he's got a
procedure scheduled...

Maybe I'll check the

empty rooms, see if he talked

anybody into this, that, or the

other.

Your man came in the clinic
and said he was bringing me

here, I thought maybe

Ms. Crowder took a turn.

Uh, no.

As a matter of fact, I wanted to

thank you for all the hard work

you did patching her up.

Mmm.

She doing her exercises?

I know they're painful, but she

can't let that scar tissue...

I didn't ask you here

to talk about Ava, but, as a

matter of fact, I am glad that

you mentioned pain.

Now, being a doctor, people...

people must come to you all the

time, in need of help with their
pain.

- Mm-hmm.
- As a matter of fact,

there are those who stand to

profit from that pain.

And I bet they come, too.

You mean pharmaceutical reps?

You know who I mean.

I ain't angry.

I just want to hear you say it.

Frankfort.

What are they offering?

I write them prescriptions.

They offer protection and oxy.

Have they delivered any

oxy yet?

Couple months' worth.

What do you want me to do?

- Well, you're a doctor.
- I want you to sell it.

Sell their oxy and give you

the money?

They'll kill me!

Not if we can put you

somewhere where they can't find

you, like maybe with your mama

up in ewing.

Now, you don't think they know
about her, do you?

I don't see how they could.

Well, now, way I see

this thing, you're between a

rock and a much, much harder
rock.

I do not envy your position.

But you got to think, now, how

would your mama advise you if we

were sitting in her kitchen,

having this conversation, eating

jam cake at that little fold-out

table just to the right of the

back door that she never locks?

I need directions.

You know, if you put a

tablespoon of nail-Polish

remover in a cup of water, that

blood will wash right out.

- Yeah.
- You know where this is?

Yeah.

Buckeye fork.

You going up there into God's
country, huh?

I don't need the
tourist guide... I just need to

know how to find it.

I'm not sure I like your
attitude.

Well, I'm sure I don't

give a good goddamn either way.

Son, I'll ask you not to
blaspheme in here.

Listen, you old shit,

I need to find this address.

Now, you gonna help me or not?

Well, let's say not, and

we'll just leave it at that.

Oh... oh, you want to
leave it like that, huh?

You see what happens, dumbass?!

I was just gonna get the
directions and be on my way.

Can't imagine you got much in
this dump worth taking, but

whatever you got, you can give

over just for pissing me off.

Jesus Christ, are you deaf or

something?

Son, you've cursed his name

twice, and there's not gonna be
a third time.

Got to be about the
stupidest go...

Anybody talking to
him?

I tried.

LPD is trying now.

He's not talking back.

Usually you got to

break his nose to get him to

shut up.

Come on, Dewey.

You're gonna have to talk to me.

We got options here, but you're

gonna have to meet me halfway.

Owner caught him in
the leg, right?

- Yeah.
- Any chance he hit

something major and he's just

passed out from blood loss?

Nah. I can hear him moving
around in there.

You mind giving me a
shot?

He kind of likes me.

He's your fugitive.

Knock yourself out.

He don't respond soon, though,

we are gonna have to take down
the door.

Dewey?

Dewey, it's me... Raylan.

Can you hear me?

You hear that, Raylan?

Oh, he likes you, all right.

Yeah, I heard it.

Want to make sure you

know I have one in the chamber.

Save you asking if I can rack in

a load before you put a hole
through me.

Well, as I understand
it, you already got a couple

holes in you.

So, you know about my
situation.

Yes, we are all well

aware.

These are the end
times for Dewey Crowe.

The only choice I have left is

how I punch out, and I figure a

bullet is better than feeling my

body rip itself apart from the
inside.

What the hell you
talking about?

It's best you not

blaspheme in here, Raylan.

Apparently, the owner takes that
real serious.

All right, Dewey.

Put the goddamn gun down and get
your ass out here.

- Too late.
- I was supposed to meet that

son-of-a-bitch nurse an hour
ago.

Shop owner gave us the
address.

I bet my skin's
changing color, too.

Listen, Dewey.

As I understand it, dying of

kidney failure, aside from some

nausea, is pretty much like
falling asleep.

Who told you that?

A doctor.

I was at a hospital not 30

minutes ago.

Well, Lance told me my

whole body would clench so hard,
my bones would break.

Well, Lance sounds

like a goddamn liar.

Have you been pissing?

He took my kidneys,

Raylan, not my dick.

Your kidneys are for

pissing.

So why don't you try

taking a leak, and if you can do

it, then we know you still got
your two kidneys.

Come on, come on.

Holy shit.

You mean I had four kidneys?

Ah. Ohh.

God bless you, son.

Oh, thank you, sir.

The address was an
abandoned warehouse.

No sign of Lance?

No sign of him.

Could have taken off when Dewey

missed his deadline, or maybe he

was watching from somewhere when

KSP rolled up.

One last thing... ash Murphy.

How did he seem when you left

him?

He was in a little
bit of pain.

Nothing he don't deserve.
Why?

How's he seem now?

- He died of a stroke.
- Dead?

Stroke's always a worry

post-surgery, especially with

the amount of trauma his body

had been through.

- He have any visitors?
- Just you.

Yeah, but doctors?

The orthos saw him on their
morning rounds.

Yeah, but what about,

uh... was it, uh, this

Dr. Boisineau, maybe?

Isn't he a transplant
surgeon?

Mm-hmm.
- I hear y'all call him

Dr., uh...

Where's the other nurse?

Layla?

- Layla?
- Yeah, I talked to her

this morning.
Local girl.

Cute as a pailful of kittens.

Well, it looks like we

have a friend in common.

Or, better yet, we had a friend
in common.

I hate to be the bearer of bad
news.

Now, can I trust you to relay

that information to the man you

work for?

There's a message that goes
along with it.

Yeah?

What's the message?

Aah! Jesus!

Aah!

Now, you tell your boss

if he has anything to say in

reply, I'll be at my cousin

Johnny's bar.

Whoo-hoo.
Aah!

Just down the road.
They got two-for-ones on

Wednesday and Thursday if you

want to gimp on over.

Oh, nice to see you again,

deputy.

You mind if I come
in, ma'am?

Layla.

And I'd mind if you didn't.

Your phone was off,
so I figured I'd just come over

and push your buzzer till you
answer.

Well, I always turn off my

phone when I've been working
doubles.

Must be exhausted,

especially since you also work

at the transplant center.

You didn't tell me that.

Well, you didn't ask.

Just started working

the I.C.U. In the last 24 hours,

right after, uh, ash Murphy

checked in.

I'll tell you something... a

person with a suspicious mind

might think you had something to

do with something.

You want a drink?

I'd love one.

You didn't work yesterday,

though, did you?

Were you, uh, out with your

boyfriend?

What makes you think I have a
boyfriend?

I'd like to talk to him just so

I can get him to vouch for you.

What's that?

You married?

Honey, I start arresting people

for committing adultery, I'd

never make it home for supper.

Wow.

Your imagination has me doing

some nasty things.

And, you know, you haven't even

mentioned how I gave Ash that

stroke this afternoon.

No, how did you do
that?

How did I do that?

Did I inject an air bubble into

his brain, or is that just

another urban legend?

Like bigfoot?

Or stealing kidneys in motel

rooms.

- Layla?
- Mm-hmm?

Have you been
stealing kidneys in motel rooms?

If I said no, would you

believe me?

What the hell else was I
supposed to do?

You didn't have to do

anything except stay hidden

while I talked him out of it.

What if you couldn't have?

Well, then I'd given him the

needle myself.

Did you at least have a plan

for what you were gonna do after

you stuck him?

Cut him up and sell him for

parts.

You want to take his kidneys?

Why not? We got to kill him
anyway, right?

Oh, yeah, well, thanks to
you.

Look, the point is we might

as well make ourselves a little

traveling money while we're at
it, right?

It's not like this is our first
time.

We're in the house.

All right, well, at least put
him in the tub.

Keep from getting blood on my
floor.

There you go.

Hey, you want to... you want to

give me a hand here or no?

I got to get another syringe

ready 'cause that one's gonna

wear off.

Look at me.

Kind of got my hands full, honey.

Well, set him down a sec.

It's not like he's going

anywhere.

I want you to look at me.

What is it?

It's a real shame, marshal.

Something tells me we could have

had fun.

I can't believe you shot me.

I can't believe it

either.

So...She shot him.

You shot her through him.
Is that right?

If you say so.

It's all a bit foggy to me.

Deep breath.

Slow.

That's pretty

impressive, considering they had

you full of enough tranqs to
stop a rhino.

She gonna make it?

Jury's still out.

Pressure and respiration are
both normal.

Probably hung over for the

next day or two, but otherwise,

you're good to go.

Thank you, sir.

- She was surprised...
- When I shot her.

She was pointing a gun
at you.

What did she think you were
gonna do?

I was surprised, too.

'Cause you never shot a

woman before?

I guess.

The infamous Boyd Crowder.

Feel free.

Hey, Jimmy, did he come
alone?

Far as I could tell.

He's clean.

Uh, would you be so kind as
to offer me a bourbon?

Pappy family.

Well, uh, Mr. Quarles,

I can see that you got my
message.

Yes.
Both of them.

Well, that's funny.

I thought I only sent one.

Well, no.

You assaulted one of my

employees, and then you

appropriated my product.
I make that two.

Well, now, taking the

pills... that wasn't a message.

That was just me assessing you a

fine for sowing the seeds of
mutiny.

Why don't we just split the
difference?

Call it a gift...To mark the

launch of our new business venture.
Thank you.

Well, if you wanted to

be my partner, why didn't you

come to me directly?

Call it a speed bump on the

road to cross-cultural

understanding.

The most important thing is I'm

here now.

Boyd, have you heard the saying,

"the most successful war seldom

pays for its losses"?

Thomas Jefferson.

Prison doesn't offer much, but

it does give a man ample time to
read.

Amongst other things, I'm sure.

Bottom line, Boyd... you and I

make a lot more money as

partners than as enemies.

That can't come as news to an

educated man.

Uh, Mr. Quarles, have

you heard the term

"carpetbagger"?

It was coined during

reconstruction.

A man from the north comes down

to the South to take advantage

of our, uh, backward ways.

Yes, I'm familiar with the

term "carpetbagger."

Well, then you know to

a carpetbagger, "partners" just

means that, well, we do all the

work while you make all the
money.

Amen to that.

Thank you for the bourbon.

Oh, uh, Mr. Quarles,

there's one more thing.

Carpetbaggers in three-piece

suits been coming to Harlan for

a long time.

They have a habit of dying off

like deer flies at the end of

summer.

Saul bellow.

Ah.

You're a smart man, Mr. Quarles.

Smart man.

Can't tell you how well I

sleep, knowing that you were out

there, my eyes and my ears.

Yep. From what you done
told me, I'd

say that Mr. Quarles tried to

pull a fast one on Boyd Crowder

and ended up getting his hand
slapped.

Well, like I told Mr. errol,

it was Tanner who took the
beating.

Yeah, but you heard

boy Crowder tell him this was a

message for his boss, meaning

Mr. Quarles?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Did, uh, Tanner say what he

thought Mr. Quarles' intentions

might be?

Just that he's some

water-walking badman from

Detroit, come down here to get

things running right, like they

used to.

You know, if I didn't know

better, I'd say, uh, Tanner got
hisself a little old crush.

Mighty fine work, girl.

Mighty fine.

Now, you keep your ear to the
ground, and remember I'm

counting on you.

You remember that guy in

new Jersey, had that

crematorium?

Funeral director.

Finish the service, and

then he'd call in his cutters,

and they'd harvest everything

out of the body that was worth

anything, and they'd throw the

rest of it in the incinerator.

Mm.

And the human body, when

you sell it on the black market

like that, I mean, that

you're talking about a quarter

of a million dollars.

I think this was more

of a mom-and-pop operation.

I'm just thinking that

might be where they got the

idea.

I'll tell you an idea

I had sitting in the tub,

ing to be cut open...

I should find another line of

work.

You've had a day or two.

I'm serious.

Nah, that will pass.

What?

Winona on your ass about it?

No.

No, she seems fine with the way
things are.

She's a special lady.