Justified (2010–2015): Season 4, Episode 7 - Money Trap - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on Justified...

Evening.

Where is Ellen May?

One of my deputies
saw a girl who fits
Ellen May's description

get waved over
to an 18-wheeler.

Oh!

Damn it!

I don't know
where Ellen May is,

and your smacking me around
ain't gonna change that!

I swear
I am not
Drew Thompson.

That's not what
Arlo Givens said.



Well, Arlo Givens
is a lying sack of shit!

I don't know
why Josiah told you
Drew's still up here.

Only time I seen him
since he left

was near 10 years ago
at the bluegrass festival,

rubbing shoulders
with the Mayor,
judge executive...

All them rich,
Clover Hill folks.

How do you think
we're gonna get
into Napier's party?

He'd shoot me
'fore I got
through the door.

Not if we use Arnold
to get us an invite.

Oh, I'll handle Napier.

You just consider
yourself invited.
Both of you.

Jody Adair,

charged with
double homicide.

He's got an ex-wife
in Lexington.



You put eyes on him,
I'll make it
worth your while.

This could be
a little uncomfortable.

Just be cool
and go with it.

I get out of these,
I'll tear you to pieces
small enough to flush.

Look, I ain't here
on Marshals' business.

I just want to know
about the man in the trunk.

Unconstitutional, man.
I got to piss.

ACLU be happy
to take up your case.

Let's go, brother.

Suck my dick, brother.

Nice work, Givens.

RAYLAN: Always looking
to fill up the piggy bank.

SHARON:
As you like it.

Besides, a good man's
hard to find.

I don't know
what to say.
You found me so easy.

SHARON:
Your cell still best?

If you're in town,
just stop by
the high-note bar.

Pretty well living there
these days.

Oh.

I hope you're
not drinking away
your wages.

It would ravage those
Hollywood looks.

We good, Sharon?

We're good, Raylan.

It's good to see you.
Likewise.

Playing behind the beat,
all cool,

making the girl
do all the flirting.

Shit only flies
if you're a pretty boy
like Wastwood there.

See, Raylan there,
he's got the badge

and the drawl
and the whole squinty,
sexy thing,

and there was a time
I would have run
right to him,

done the whole
merry-go-round.

Now I see that
for what it is, and...

Him for who he is.

That man's
an emotional disaster.

Sharon, you gonna die
an old maid.

Oh.
What is that?

Looks like we lost
the rear tire.

Be a doll and fix it.

You gonna get
all girly on me now?
Girly?

Honey, I'm gonna
cop a squat.

You know I drank
all 36 ounces.

Mr. Pibb?
Lord, how do you drink
any ounces?

Nectar of the gods.

Yeah, make it snappy.

What's up, man?
You need a hand?

All good, friend.

I got AAA.
If you want,
I can make a call.

They'll be here
in 20, 30 minutes.

It's time to move on.

Whoa.

You understand?
Yeah.

Some thanks I get
for being
a good samaritan.

I don't mean
no offense.
For your own safety.

All right.

Where is she?
You said
poke out the tire,

which I did
when they got food,

but you didn't say anything
about killing nobody!

Tell me
where she went.

I'm just a filmmaker.

Kennet!

You don't tell me
where she went,

I'll kill your ass.

Kennet!

♪ 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 ♪

Already signed that.

Huh?

Dunlop's birthday card.

This is the summary
of those 20 boxes
they gave us.

It's bullshit.
Oh, that's not just
bullshit, Raylan.

That is rare,
vintage FBI bullshit.

That's a whole
different bouquet.

Drew Thompson
is a 30-year-old case.

They expect us
to believe that?

I tried to call Barkley
and chew his ass
out about it,

but he's been AWOL
for a few days.
Hasn't been to work.

Since when does
J. Edgar Barkley
miss work?

Anyway, we
don't need the FBI.

We can dig ourselves
through all
those Clover hill names

that your cousin Mary
and the one-legged man
gave us.

One-footed...
Still got
most of his leg.

You're doing that thing
that makes me believe
you don't have high hopes.

That eyebrow thing?
Yeah.

'Cause I don't have
high hopes.

I mean,
what have we got?

We got 20 worthless boxes
and the Hill woman's
riddles

and the ravings
of a one-footed man.

Tell me
we shouldn't
lose hope.

We shouldn't lose hope.
Why not?

Well, maybe that
psychic friend of yours,
Eve Munro,

she could look through
all those DMV
photos of everybody

that fits Drew's description
and maybe hit the jackpot.

Good lord.

You know,
instead of just
sitting around here...

I ain't going.
Just hear me out.

I don't want
to see Arlo,

let alone have that
same conversation.

I'm not saying
go see your father.

I'm... Saying go down
to Tramble

and talk to that guy
who used to
be the Harlan sheriff.

Hunter.
Right.

One-footed Josiah
mentioned him,
didn't he?

He did.

Well, just go
talk to him,
and then after that,

go talk to your father.

Art...

He knows
who and where
Drew is.

He won't...
It's easy, Raylan.

You just
stuff that file,

tell him we've got
all the evidence
that we need,

and then you give him
a little nudge

or a thinly veiled threat,
and he'll spook.

He won't.

Well, then you give him
a sob story.

You know,
tell him you don't want
to see him die in prison.

Raylan,
go see your father.

Where do we keep
the folder
for take-out menus?

Over
by the copy machine.

You working lunch?

Go get 'em, tiger!

Happy birthday, Nelson.

Thanks, Raylan.

Believe that?

He wished me
a happy birthday.

Jesus Christ, Nelson.
I'm sorry I forgot
your birthday.

TERI: Mmm.

Mmm.

It's nice
just laying here.

Feel safe.

That boy that beat on you
the other day,

I gave him a whooping
he won't soon forget.

I didn't like doing it.

But it needed doing.
For you.

You ain't just
saying that?

You are not like
the other girls.

You got a light
in your eyes.

I'd be lying
if I said I didn't feel
that way about you

the first time
I saw you.

Wasn't two days ago
you were
all up in my face.

Now you come over
and get
something-something

and you want
to romance me, too?

Just tell me
what you want.

I want to know
who put the hurt on you.

It wasn't Max,
so who?

What do you care?

See, now...

I didn't know
it wasn't Max 100%,

but right there,
you just made me
sure of it.

Shit, Johnny.

So, who could it be, hmm?

Who do I know
and you know...

Could scare you
into shutting up?

Damn it, Johnny.
Hmm?

Leave it alone.

Was it Colt?

Yeah, it was Colt.

I did not
say that name.

No, you did not.
You swear on that.

He said he'd cut out
my damn tongue.

Now, why would he say
something like that,

not to mention
beat you and scare you
half to death?

He was tweaking
and pissed off,
asking about Ellen May.

Ellen May?

Where she is
or did she call
or some shit.

Forget exactly.
He kind of punched me
right after.

Huh.

Mmm.

I meant what I said,
Teri.

Givens.
Deputy Givens...

Loren Hunkis,
Campbell county
sheriff's deputy.

How can I help you?
You were one of the last
incoming calls

on the cell phon e
of Sharon Edmonds.

Can you tell me
what association
you had with her.

Had?

Fished her van
out of Norris lake

around 6.00
this morning.

Two bodies in the vehicle,
one of which
was Ms. Edmonds.

Damn.

Decomp suggests
they've been dead
about six days.

Six days?

I hazard a guess
it wasn't a car crash?

Got one body
with defensive wounds.

Appears to
have been strangled.
Jesus.

The other, Ms. Edmonds,
had a fatal gunshot
wound to the neck.

I think I know
the man
you're looking for.

Don't take this
the wrong way, Jody.

You know I love you
and I think you're a genius,

but you got to
get the hell out.

I can't go anywhere,
Kennet.

Look at me.
I'm in pain, brother.

Just let the meds kick in.
You'll be straight.

They kept you well this long.
Then you can go
hit up your old lady.

She already messed up
my shit.

I got to heal 'fore
I can go get with Katrina.

Six days now

you've been healing
all over my couch.

I think you're good.
Hey, hey.

Pack me a bowl,
would you?

I helped out
like you asked.

I jabbed the tires
in that van.

I came to your rescue.

But you add two bodies
to the two dope dealers
in Knoxville.

That's four killings
in under a month.

I'm not cut out
for that.
I'm a filmmaker!

Let me tell you something
so you can stop
your bitch-ass complaining.

I don't want to go
to see Katrina per se,
you dig?

I'm gonna go
get the goddamn money
I got stashed at Katrina's.

Say what?
Oh!

Do I have
your attention now,
Steven Spielberg?

You left
the money part out.

Yes, so you didn't
grab it up
while I was convalescing.

So, new deal... I...
Sit a few days.

You take me over.
We get the money.

I cut you in 20/80
for your trouble.

How much we talking?

Enough you can
finally make
your big movie.

What's it called?
"The last..."

Hello?

Uh, yeah.

Well, I...
I couldn't say.
Not well.

I... I sold her
some stuff on craigslist.

Cameras, lenses,
stuff like that.

No problem, deputy.

That was the police
asking me how I know
Sharon Edmonds.

What did you say?

What difference
does it make, man?

They know, Jody!

Well, I'm healed.
Let's go.

Always hated
that house.

Come on, man.
Let's go.

Look at that.

Can you believe this?
She put in an alarm.

All right,
let's go around back.

Oh, that's what
I'm saying.

Shit!

Katrina's sister.

She's white.

Her sorority sister
at Butler.

We are lucky.
If she's here,
we can get in,

no fuss, no muss.

All right, fine.
Good.

Let's make it
quick, though.

JODY: No, no, no,
not that man,
not him.

You know him?
Know him. I hate him.

Hello, cowboy.

Who are you?
Jackie Nevada.

I'm a grad student at UK,
just house-sitting
for my girlfriend.

Reason I'm here,
Miss Nevada,
we have, uh,

cause to believe
that Katrina's ex-husband
might be coming here

for her and the kids.

He's armed
and dangerous
and an asshole.

I've met him.

You got
three for three.

Katrina took the kids
to Dollywood,

which, if you know Katrina,
you know is hilarious.

She say
where she was staying
or leave an itinerary?

I probably have
an e-mail on my phone.

RAYLAN: Uh-huh.

JODY: I'm thinking
I'm gonna get my money
and kill that man.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no,
it's a good idea, Kennet.
(WHISPERS) LPD.

Let's go.
Come on.

We'll get the car
later.

Jim.

House-sitter's inside.

I got time.
I can get her home,

but she'll give you
all the details
on the wife and kids first.

Good. Great.

AVA: Are you sure
it's here?

Well, I don't know why
it wouldn't be.

It's not showing up
anywhere else.

Baby.

AVA: Mystery solved.

We good?

Look, if I'm being
honest, Ava,

I'm just feeling insecure
about this whole thing.

You look grand.

Your hair's combed
all nice.

Buttons are straight,
and you got
your pocket watch.

They'll look at me
if I use the wrong fork.

I don't think
we need to worry about
table manners up there.

We just pull them
old horndogs
off the women,

we find their history
in Harlan,

and we see
which one of them
could be Drew.

If it comes down to it...

What's a few hand jobs,
give or take?

Well, you already looking
for an open relationship?

We're not married yet,
Ava Crowder.

Baby, you give
as many hand jobs
as you need to tonight.

That's not funny.

AVA: Lord, we're going
to a rich folk's sex party.

Who would
have thought?

JACKIE: How did you know
Jody was an asshole?

You two
have history together?

A bit. I was with
the people he killed
not a week ago.

Did you know them?

Him, no.
Her, I slept with
once a year or two ago.

That's sweet.

How is that?

How you're out here
getting revenge.

What I'm doing
is making sure
you get home safe.

Jackie Nevada...

Sounds like a name
out of a Steve Mcqueen
movie.

My stepdad wanted to
call me Sierra,

but he named me after
my mom instead.

She walked out on us
before I had
a memory of her.

They never married,
and Reno
wasn't even my dad.

Your stepdad's name
is Reno?

The man's name
is actually Reno Nevada?

Some kind of
lounge singer?

Sometimes we get
in games together.

Sounds like you had
quite an upbringing.

He did okay.

Best he could
without my mom.

I did see pictures
of her posing nude
in the backyard

once Reno
left on the dresser.

But you never saw
your own mother?

Lots of people
haven't seen their moms
or their dads.

Yet others do
as much as they can
to avoid them.

You just
showed your cards.

I don't play cards.

You're funny.
You're charming.

Jury's out
if you're sincere.

You think
I'm working you?

I don't know.

My track record
as of late,

don't suppose
I could tell.

Boyd and Ava Crowder.

With all the rumors
I've heard over the years,

I expected
some ancient
Roman spectacle.

Truth be told,
I'm happy I don't
have to see

most of
these people naked.

If this fine flower
is what's growing
on the dung heaps of Harlan,

maybe we ought to relax
our admission policy.

What are you
drinking, sir?

Some of
Jimmy Russell's finest.

Well, rare breed
or reserve?

You know
your wild turkey.

Well, us folks
down the mountain,

we got to wash
the taste of dung
out of our mouth

with something.

BOYD: Excuse us.

Former sheriff Napier.

We do thank you

for the invite.

Well, didn't have
much choice

in the matter the way
Arnold put it.

Well, we all have choices,
Mr. Napier.

Ours was to come
and meet some new people.

You're about
as welcome here
as a case of the clap.

You can worm
your way in here,

but that's all
you're ever gonna be...
A goddamn worm.

Well, too bad
you weren't the early bird
that caught it.

DEBORAH: Excuse me,
Tillman.

I'd like a chance
to greet our guests.

I'm Deborah Jane,
your hostess.

I'm Boyd Crowder.

Boyd Crowder, yes,

and Ava Crowder,
obviously.

Welcome.

Listen, why don't
y'all drink your drinks,

and I will take
this lovely
on a little tour?

Happy hunting.

DEBORAH: Okay?

Number-one rule...
My house, my rules.

Capisce?

I don't drink
red margaritas.

She a professional?

No, she's just had

a lot of practice.

Oh.

See, honey,
the swinging
and the swapping,

it's just the bittiest bit
of what we do up here.

I mean, you know
that we girls hold
all the power, right?

As it was
and ever shall be.

And I'm not just
talking about this.

I'm talking about Harlan.

If weren't for us
and these little
get-togethers,

nothing would
ever get done.

Hmm.

But don't you worry, sugar,
'cause you don't
have to do

anything
you don't want to do.

Rule number one
up here is,
no means no.

I see you didn't go

for one of Tillman's
frosty-sugar shits.

When it comes
to the devil's water,

I'm a simple man.

Ah.
Cheers.

Lee Paxton.
Gerald Johns.

Hello, gentlemen. I'm...
Boyd Crowder.

It's a pleasure.

Here I thought
I'd never be part
of the "in" crowd.

Why don't you
come on over

and have a little
talk with us?
Well, I'd love to.

LEE: All right.

I moved
to Harlan in '86,

scabbing for Eastover,
which I ain't proud of.

But man's got to eat.

Funeral homes have been
in my family
for five generations.

But you yourself,
are you new here?

Oh, no, Mr. Crowder.
I came back here
after my aunt died in 1980.

I know a family
moved down
into Slop Creek

when John F.K.
became president.

We still call them
the new neighbors.

What'd you do
before that?

I was logging
in Cumberland.

It's where I grew up.

I had an uncle
that logged there.

Garret. I remember.

He used to bring you
and your mama
to the company cookouts.

Bopping people
on the head

with your little
princess wand.

You still
granting wishes?

Only on
a case-by-case basis.

Mmm.

Excuse me.

Well, how about yourself,
Mr. Johns?

I moved here in '91,
what you might call
a windfall.

Well, you mean
it's true what they say
about your car dealership?

I got the best deals
in town?

That, and you won it
in a hand of poker.
It is.

A bet's a bet.
Oh, now, that is true.
A bet is a bet.

We're glad
to see you here, son.

Is that so?

Yeah, I'm sure
you are, Lee.

Frank, you drunk too much.

You dragged up
that lowlander

that screwed Black Pike Coal
in a deal with Mags Bennett.

You gonna do
the same thing to me?

I'm afraid the only person
I'm gonna be screwing tonight
is my fiance...

And no offense
to your wife.

I know the game,
and I still ain't playing.

You can all go to hell.

Well, gentlemen,
if I am to believe
your inebriated friend,

a game is afoot?

I take it I'm a player?

Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

You've been playing poker
all your life, haven't you?

Started when you were...
Sixteen, playing online.

That's close to
all your life.

Want a beer?
Better not.

I'm gonna have a beer.

You always play for money?

What's the point
if you don't, right?

Suppose at school.
UK.

I play every night.

Do you cheat?
No.

You mean
you don't have to.

You read people.
It's unavoidable.

Check out mannerisms while
you're deciding on the odds.

All there is to it.

Maybe instead of a beer,
you'd like to play poker
and have a chat?

I got to do a thing.

JODY: Hey, girl.

Jesus Christ!

Jody, you can't ring
the doorbell?

Bell's so loud... So loud.

That why you're
creeping around
like a criminal?

For one, I am a criminal.
It's a known fact.

And two,
I happen to know

you all cozy with the law
all of a sudden,

so I got to make
my entrance idiosyncratic
so they don't see me.

Then what do you want, Jody?
I want the security code
to Katrina's house.

Can you cooperate with me,
or are we gonna have to find
your joints,

cut you apart
like a chicken?

This is ridiculous.

Ah, just...
Jody...all right, just...
Just let me go.

Come on.
Just let go of me.

Okay?
Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey.
We're going with that!

Shit.

Shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit!

Then I press pound?

No, it's pound,
7-8-4-9-5...

Don't move a muscle,
Jody.
Oh!

Ain't this some shit?

Shut your mouth.
Drop the knife.

Well, see, now...

Come on.

I am gonna count to one.

Jackie, no.
Oh!

Get down!

Shit!

Kennet, go, go, go, go!

Shit, shit!

You need a doctor.

I need to see
Raylan bleed

like I'm bleeding all up
in this heap-of-shit car
of yours,

then I need my money!

Hey, hey, hey,
five minutes ago,

this heap of shit
had a roof!

Now it's caved in
like a pancake!

You broke my car!
I broke my hip!

When am I gonna
get my money, Jody...
Before you die?

I'm not gonna die.
Raylan's gonna die.

This pain shit is on him!

I'm gonna kill him
just for the relief of it.

How are you gonna do that,
shape you're in?

I heard him tell his
Knoxville piece of pussy
where he lives.

I can kill that man
easy as I eat
a girl scout cookie.

This is so goddamn crazy.

This is drama.

You can use this,
make the best movie ever.

You and me, we're gonna
make that movie tonight!

Feel like we're chasing
the hot potato.

Mind if we keep her awhile,
save the state gas money?

I'd prefer to keep
an eye on her myself.

Would you?

Anything on the
vanity plates?
Yeah, it just came in...

Some shitbag named
Kenny Blanks
over on race street.

I'm going over
in a second.

I was gonna drop her off
at a hotel.

Maybe I can tag along.
Good for me.

Come on. Let's go.

Boyd?

Boyd?

There you are,
sweetheart.

You disappeared on me.

Well, a girl's
expected to mingle.

Oh, now, I'm glad
to hear you say that.

Hoping we might
mingle right now.

Oh, boys, you know,
I'm afraid it's past
my bedtime.

I need to get home
and get some beauty sleep.

Oh, come on, now.
Are you a player or
some kind of gawker?

And keep in mind,
there's only
one right answer.

Oh, yeah?

Last man
handled me like that,

I shot dead
at the dinner table.

Come on.
Don't you know
why you're here?

You might as well
enjoy yourself.

Son, son, come on.

Ah!

Now, I'm gonna keep turning
till I hear a pop.
Oh!

You might as well
enjoy yourself.

Leave him be, Boyd.
He's gonna have to
answer to me.

Ugh!

Abel, you get your sorry ass
down them stairs right now.

Where the hell did
you disappear to?

Look, I had you
on a rope, baby.

It just got
a little longer
than I intended.

Oh, w-what were you doing...

Waiting to see how far
they were gonna take it?

I came when I saw.

Now, I'm sorry
if you got nervous.

Okay? Come here.

Come here.

You find out if one
of these guys was Drew?

Lee maybe, Gerald maybe.
I don't know.

But I do know why
they invited us here.

I think they want me to
strong-arm Frank Browning.

The mine owner?
The same.

Now, they want me
to run you home,
come back up here,

and hear what
they got to say.

I don't trust these
clover hill people.

That don't mean
I can't make a little
money off of them

while I find out
if one of them is
Drew Thompson.

Now, where's your
rabbit-fur jacket?
Let's go.

Oh, god damn it, Jody.

Dragging me into
your bullshit.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.

I am so stupid,
stupid, stupid!

All right,
if the cops come...
They come.

If Jody kills the guy,
problem solved.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

Oh, just kill myself.

I'll get laid,
and then I'll kill myself.

Okay, okay, okay.

GIRL: Kenneth?

I'll be out in a sec,
all right?

My first crime scene.

Enjoy it from right here.

I'm almost done
with the script.

It's a lot of laughs.

Why does every cop
knock like that?

Hands up.
Get against the wall.

Kenny?

How long you
been a Kenny?

Uh, well, since
it's sort of my name,
my whole life.

I have friends who
only call me Kenneth.
Oh!

Jody, you know what
he calls me?

Kennet without
the diphthong.

I bet you're wondering
if he's here. He isn't.

I haven't seen him since,
an hour ago?

Oh, this doesn't sound like
any of my business.

So...

Jody left you a movie
he's starring in.

I-if you're Raylan.

He wants me to see it?

Don't worry.
It isn't too long.

I worked
with him before.

Most of the ones
where he's by himself
are rather boring,

but his X-rated stuff,

I think,
is better than most.

Jody does porn?
Some.

But this one...

This one
you have to watch
while you're here.

That's how I see the world.

Going around
like this basketball.

Me and you gonna have to
meet up again, Raylan.

Can't say when right now.

You're gonna be
looking over your shoulder
till I make the scene.

Then we gonna
take it to the edge.

You think he'll pick a spot
and be lying in wait?

Might walk up behind me
in a street full of people

and press his gun
to my back.

I think you'd like Jody
to find you.

Might be the only way
to get her done.

Having to look at all
the faces in the crowd
wears you out.

I think if I were a guy,
I'd be a lot like you.

Become a U.S. Marshal.

You're serious?

I may be.

I might as well tell you now
'cause I know I will later.

I got a serious
crush on you.

Before my heart
starts racing

and we bang into
someone's rear end,

I want to make a stop.

Where?
High-note bar...
For a minute.

Stick my head in.

You think Jody
might be there.

How'd you guess?

Got a look on your face.

I'm right half the time
I get the feeling.

Wait here in the car, okay?

I won't be five minutes.

This isn't a drill,
is it?

No.

All right, everybody,
let's go... Out!

Move!

I saw your movie.

I know what
your intentions are.

I could pull right now
and shoot you.

You want to do it
right here?

Don't bother me none.

Like I told you,
we gonna take it
to the edge.

Remember how it was
the first time?

You didn't think
I was gonna shoot you?

And you didn't.

How about now?

I run into this
kind of situation
on the job.

You've made up
your mind to give up,

and you're still alive
but for how long?

You ain't gonna shoot.

Oh, there he is,

looking like
10 pounds of shit
in a five pound bag.

How about a beer?
How about a salute
to the Iraqi war hero?

You know, I never
did thank you for your,

uh, generous service
to our great nation.

On second thought,
how about you blow me
and then get me a beer?

Come on, man.
I'm just having
a little fun.

I know you can handle it.

Or maybe you can't.
Maybe that's why

you've been
a little sparse
as of late.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Haven't seen you
around much?

You sure you ain't
laying low?

I've been sick.

Been in bed.
Huh.

You, uh, ever get
those fever dreams?

I hate 'em.

Make me feel like
I'm going insane.

I get 'em.

Everyone gets 'em.

You kill a lot of people?

What?

In Iraq.

Is it any different than
killing folk over here?

COLTON:
Now, what do you mean
by that, Johnny, huh?

Is it different than
killing white folk?

No.

Innocents.

You know...

Civilians, kids,
that sort of thing.

You see their faces
in your dreams?

I hear a lot of veterans
have that problem.

You need to check
your fridge, Johnny.

This beer's warm as piss.

You see Ellen May's face?

No, I haven't.

No, you wouldn't
since, uh...

She wasn't exactly innocent.

Boyd, do you know about
the EPA superfund?

They come in after
there's a big environmental
disaster like, say,

a slurry pond
breaks its banks.

Pour in a king's ransom
of government funds for
the cleanup.

Well, let me guess.

You want Frank Browning
to bust open one of his ponds

so all of you can suck off
the federal tit,

but he ain't willing
to play along.

Told he was sharp.

Frank Browning
is indeed a problem.

You seem like
a problem solver.

You want me
to twist his arm?

We'd prefer it...

If you kill him.

And if I say no?

After all
we've given you?

Come again?

How about the whorehouse?

Drug running.

You ever think
how you have that?

'Cause we let you.

Keeps your cross-eyed
brethren down the mountain
placated.

You know what
that word means...
"Placated"?

Yes, I do.

But I think the word
you're looking for is
"pacified."

I think you're
missing the point.

Your daddy got the point.

Crowders do what we say.

And to be crystal god damn...

Clear...

Kill Frank Browning,
or we'll destroy you.

Wow.

I was not expecting this.

When the Marshals do things,
we try to do it right.

I like how you do things.

I know I give you a charge,
but you seem almost giddy.

That got
anything to do with
what's in the bag?

My school books?

Jackie.

I figured out why Jody
came back to Lexington

instead of just taking off.

Wasn't 'cause of the
kids or Katrina.

It was for the money,
and I'm pretty sure
it is in that bag.

What are you gonna
do about it?

It's ill-gotten gains.

If I find it,
I got to turn it in.

But...

If it was never found

and it made its way back
to Katrina and the kids,

that wouldn't be
such a bad thing.

What's up, chief?

So, were you
gonna tell me what happened
or just keep it to yourself?

I didn't
want to wake you.

That's very thoughtful.

Let me guess.
In all this,

you still haven't
made it to Tramble.

Uh, first thing
tomorrow morning.

Where are you?
Don't worry...

We ain't paying
for the room.

What, is she sitting
right beside you?

I hear the shower running.

Probably just gonna
sleep on the couch.

That'd be a first for you,
wouldn't it?

She in love with you yet?

Art, this girl ain't
the least bit interested
in an old fart like me.

He said humbly.

Tell me we're done.

We're done... For now.

Go see your fath...

The hell is that?

FBI folder stuffed
full of take-out menus.

I was gonna tell you
your time was running out.

They gave us
everything we needed

to short-circuit
your deal.

But you cannot
tell a lie.

Didn't I teach you
anything?

Not really.

Look, I know you think
you're the toughest man

that God ever
strung a gut through,
and you got your plan.

Long as you
stick to it,

everything's gonna work out,

but just 'cause
you got a plan

don't mean
it's a good one.

Killed a guy last night
didn't understand that.

Am I supposed
to be impressed?

It's just a fact.

My plan, Arlo,
was to see that

under no circumstances
you got a deal.

Well, I'm gonna change that.

I'm gonna cut you
a deal right now.

You must be
hard up, boy.

Suffice to say,
there's something in it
for both of us.

Go on.

We know Drew's alive
and in Harlan,

but it's gonna be
a bitch to find him.

We could use your help.
Now we're getting to it.

What you don't realize is,
you could use our help.

Theo Tonin knows
Drew's alive, too,

and guess who he's got
on his payroll
helping him look for him?

Boyd Crowder.
You're bullshitting me.

Son you never had is
working against you.

So, maybe I did
teach you something
after all.

If they find him first,
your deal evaporates,

but you tell me right now
and we get to him,

I will make sure you
live out your days
in a country-club jail.

Let me consider it.

For once in our lives,
let's work together, huh?

I've considered it.

Eat shit.

So be it.

I'm gonna go see
Sheriff Hunter now.

Josiah says
he knows Drew.

Maybe he'll take that
country-club deal
instead of you, huh?

See what you did there?
I struck a nerve.

Didn't do anything.
Exactly.

As long as I can remember,
whenever you got bad news,
you had a face like a statue.

Can't help
I'm good-looking.

So long, Arlo.

You're gonna die here
and, uh, not in the
distant future...

Tomorrow or maybe Sunday
after chow.

You threatening me?

And I'll tell you something.

I'm gonna be glad
when I hear the news.