Justified (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 3 - Good Intentions - full transcript

Previously on Justified...
Ripped By mstoll

Are you a lawyer or...

I'm Loretta's social worker.

At least
you're not feeding me bullshit to get laid.

I was just about to get to that.

You and your property are seized
till the court makes its determination.

I want these cuffs off
and you people out of my house.

All this for doing Detroit's dirty laundry.

I'm afraid Florida's
tapped out for the Crowes.

Do you have a Cousin Dewey in Kentucky?

- Darryl.
-It's good to see you, Cousin Dewey.



Were you there when it happened?

It was Crowder, wasn't it?

Is this the man who assaulted your husband?

Like I said, it's not him.

Lee will never again
be the man that I married.

So I'm in a tough spot.

You want that money.

$300,000 and I'm gone.

I am here to tell you that everything is fine

and that the new shipment
will be here very soon.

I need to know when.

Day after tomorrow.

They hit our damn shipment.

Clean it up.



All of it.

I'm gonna ask you one time.

Did you rip me off?

I'm not sure I like your tone, Boyd.

Well, then, let me repeat the question.

- Did you rip me off?
- No.

You see, I believe
instead of wasting time accusing each other,

we should focus on getting our shit back.

Now, other than us,
the only people who knew

the shipment was
coming in tonight were Mikey,

your two shitheads,
and that unwashed roomful of comer boys.

Does anybody jump out at you?

Let me call you back.

- What's up, Art?
- What?

Did I catch you working out?

No. Bowling.

Well, Monroe's gonna
have his bail hearing tomorrow morning.

Chances are he's gonna
get kicked out on his own recognisance.

Apparently, the case is already falling apart.

Well, you do understand
what that means, right?

I'm sorry?

I said you do understand
what that means, right?

Yeah. You're saying
that Monroe gets out in the morning

and I should be ready
in case he shows up here.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time

that a guy celebrated getting out on bail

by taking a shot
at the marshal living in his house.

Especially if he kills you.

On second thought, just forget I called.

Funny.

What?

You do know I'm a United States Marshal.

Well, maybe I have a prescription.

Do they even give those in this state?

No.

Just to take the edge off.

Sure doing what you do,
you must run into some pretty awful shit.

It's not so bad as you think.

The truth is the hardest part's knowing

when I pull that kid from a home,

I'm responsible
for the worst day of that kid's life.

I don't want to be contrary,

but that sounds
every bit as bad as I think people imagine.

- What about you?
- What about me?

Doing what you do,
you must run into your share of awfulness,

make you see things you can't unsee.

Time to time, I suppose.

What do you do to take the edge off?

The downside of these high-end alarms
with those shock sensors,

neighbourhood punks
decide they want to have fun with you,

all they got to do is
run up and smack the bumper.

When I was a kid, we'd just

ring a guy's doorbell, run like hell.

Ding-dong ditch.

It ended for me the day Mose Sawyer
came to his door with a scatter gun.

Some guys just can't take a joke.

I was about to outgrow it, anyway.

Kind of thing
you drop as soon as you discover girls.

Yet here you are, all growed up,

still dinging and donging and
don't have the sense to ditch.

I never said I was the one
that set your car going.

It's not my car.

Who's it belong to, then?

The man this house belongs to...

Same one who sent you here.

Now, why on earth would
anybody send little old me?

Scare me to death, I suppose.

Just so everything is out in the open.

Less chance somebody
makes a mistake that way.

You're a cop? KSP?

Still pretending like you don't know.

Unless Monroe didn't tell you.

So, what is this place,

somewhere you just
bring girls and bang 'em?

Mind if I give you some advice?

You got one in there right now.

Why don't you walk away,

tell Monroe I wouldn't scare,

and if he wants me out of his house so bad,

he should come over here his own self.

Now, who's Monroe?

All right, easy, now.

I'll be on my way.

I can tell you're all anxious to get back to it.

Can't say I blame you.

Dear Lord, she must be some kind of piece.

Get me out here again,
you best remember to ditch.

What was it?

On the fritz.

You're not gonna believe this. I have to go.

What?

JUSTIFIED

All right, buddy. Talk to you later.

You here to drop off my keys?

Making bail's got no effect
on your property seizure.

I thought your lawyer explained all that,
amount you're paying him.

Yeah, I didn't have to put up bail.

- I got out on my own recognisance.
- Congratulations.

Yeah. Prosecutor didn't even mind.

Seems like you're the only one that
doesn't know this case is bullshit.

It's not that I don't know
so much as I just don't care.

Yeah, that's why you're waiting out here
for me, 'cause you don't care.

I don't care about your case.

What I do care about is you not sending
any more shitkickers to your house,

interrupting my evening.

Something happened at my house?

Set off your car alarm to draw me outside,
as I imagine you told him to do.

Gave the girl I was with
enough time to come 10 her senses.

Before you send him again,
make sure he's a guy

you want holding your life in his hands,

'cause anything he does
will come back to you.

He gets put down,

you'd be looking at felony murder.

Funny, huh?

If he dies, you'd be on the hook for murder...

How it works.

This guy, did he do anything else?

Next time, why not just
out out the middleman and do it yourself,

make the most of that recognisance?

You know, I didn't always
used to be a finance guy.

I know.
First few arrests were for assault with intent,

collection of debts by extortionate means.

That's correct.

You want that to impress me?

No. I just wanted to let you know

that if I were to come looking for you,

it wouldn't be to set off a car alarm.

Well, you know where to find me.

Lee, where I'm from, you go to the police,

your family finds you
cut up into pieces in a plastic bag.

Yeah, but Mooney works for me.

Really? Then why does he threaten me?

Why does he throw me out of the car
and puts a gun to my face?

Listen to me.

The doctors told me
you might never wake up.

How was I to know that I'm going to be
safe without your protection?

That is bullshit.

Please don't tell me
you're buying into her crap.

This woman is obviously terrified.

She's not used to this kind of business,

and then you scare
the shit out of her like that!

From now on, your number-one job
is to make sure she's safe.

And where does that leave us with Crowder?

Half a dozen of my deputies
witness her tell me that he is not the guy.

Any ID that she makes now will
get laughed out of court.

Well, Mr Crowder's not gonna go to court.

What?

You're just gonna let him skate?

No. I want you to kill him.

Get the hell off of me, man! Jesus.

Pardon me!

Move your ass, god damn it!

Come on! Come on!

Get off!

Well, shit, Boyd.

You want to tell me why you had Captain
Fauxhawk drag me all the way over here?

We have a problem, Cyrus.

Hoping maybe you could help.

Yeah, well, I hope
that problem doesn't have anything to do

with a certain
service you say will be restored.

Is that a BB gun?

He had it with him.

The more you pump, the harder it shoots?

Ain't you never seen a airgun?

Jesus, man!

You almost took out my eye!

Yeah, I know. I missed.

The hell's wrong with you, man?

My colleague is apoplectic at the part you
played in the loss of our product.

The loss of... Jesus!

I, on the other hand, understand you must
have been an unwitting accomplice,

'cause you ain't stupid enough
to think you can rip me off

and remain on this side
of the goddamn planet!

Jesus Christ, man!

So what I need from you right now, son,

is to tell me who she is.

Boyd, I don't know what you mean right now.

Whoever you told about the shipment.

And I say "she" 'cause I'm giving you
the benefit of the doubt.

Come on, now, son.

Pussy is a powerful thing.

She calls herself "Candy,"

but that just might be on account of
this little trick she does where she just...

This better be important.

It's that Russian lady.
She says it's an emergency.

You're taking the call?

It is important.

Cyrus, in my absence,
I encourage you to tell Mr Duffy

everything you know
about Miss Candy and her bag of tricks.

Don't worry, Cyrus.

God damn!

Miss Mara, at the risk of being rude,

do you really think
it's smart for you to be calling my bar?

Ear.

God damn!

I see.

He sent some asshole to muscle me.

I'm supposed to just sit still?

He told you specifically
that it was Monroe that sent him?

He didn't say it wasn't.
Who else is it gonna be?

What I'm really wondering
is before Monroe's lawyer called that judge

and started screaming "harassment,"

were you planning
on telling me about any of this?

- You have your "go" bag in the car?
- Always.

- Good.
- Art.

You're gonna be moving
into the Monroe house.

That's not necessary.

The golden boy's being evicted?

No, nobody's being evicted.

Time being, you two are gonna live together,
watch each other's backs.

He didn't even have a gun.

He didn't show you a gun.

Raylan, come on.

This guy comes back,
you know he's gonna come heavy.

Things go south, can you imagine

the shitstorm I'd be under
if I ignored a warning sign?

So now I got a chaperone.

We call it "backup," Raylan.

A chaperone is what you would have if, say,

I thought you were using the Monroe house
for personal business,

but, of course, that's ridiculous,

'cause, of course, I know you understand

that the shitstorm I was talking about before

would be nothing
compared to what would happen

if, say, a civilian
got hurt at a property that we owned.

Call me if you're gonna be late for supper.

Hear my daddy tell it,

you'd have thought
Harlan County was hell on Earth.

When I woke up here this morning, though,
I never saw so much green.

Man could get used to living like this.

How long you planning to stay,
Cousin Darryl?

Cousin Dewey, if I didn't know better,
I'd think you don't want me 'round here.

No, of course not.

It's just... I just...

What are the feds gonna do when
they find out you broke your probation?

Even if they knew I left Florida,
only way they'd know to find me here

is if someone told them where to look.

That's not the only way.

You remember Raylan Givens?
He said he sent you to Starke?

Well, he's assigned to Kentucky now.

He's always poking around down here
on one thing and another,

smacking everybody.

Cousin Dewey,
you're worrying about me like you my bitch.

You my bitch?

No, I'm not your bitch.

Okay, 'cause my probation's over

on account of me helping Raylan Givens
apprehend a notorious fugitive.

That means I'm free
to come and go as I please.

You came here.

- Figured you could use some help.
- With what?

Hey, girl. Hey!

"Café con leche"
don't just mean "coffee with milk."

You got to stir it, steam it.

What is it you think I need help with?

Managing your new fortune.

How did you hear about that?

See, when I was locked down at Starke,
Hook a bunch of classes...

Business administration,
accounting, real estate.

Took one in composition,

which I don't think will come into play,
but you never know.

I appreciate the thought and all...

You ain't got to thank me.

How much y'all make in here,
week over week?

Five, six.

Y'all make 300 grand a year?

Four or five. No, five... Five, six

hundred.

Is that right?

Yeah... There's a lot of expenses,
taking care of whores.

Yeah? Who told you that?

The fella you bought from?

What's his name? Beard? Bird?

- Boyd.
- Boyd.

Boyd Crowder.

- How much you pay him?
$250,000.

$250,000?

God damn, Dewey! You got ripped off!

Look, right here in the classifieds,

there's a fully equipped
and liquor-licensed restaurant in Corbin

going for a buck 25, and it has kerb appeal!

You ain't got no kerb appeal up in here!

What's kerb appeal?

Damn, Dewey! You done got ripped off!

Damn!

Look, I know you don't want me here.

No, I never said that.

It's okay. It's okay.

All right? You got your own thing.

You want to be left to it, right, big man?

So, why don't you go and talk to Boyd

and tell him that
your real-estate consultant has determined

that you overpaid, all right?

And you expect him
to return you $100,000 of that $250,000.

I'm gonna take half for my time and expertise,

and you'll see my taillights.

How's that sound, big man?

Okay.

This make sense to you?

You know, it doesn't.

Art's the one that thinks you need to be here.

No, I mean Monroe sending a guy.

Could he really think
he'd make us move out of his house?

Maybe he sent him to be an asshole.

You do bring it out in people.

But I'll try not to cramp your style.
Don't worry.

It's not that.

So I guess the blonde at the door
isn't here to see you.

It's Loretta McCready's case worker.

I guess it's not such a good idea,
me showing up here.

I thought you said
you had the place to yourself.

I did.

That car alarm last night.

You said it was on the fritz.

I didn't want to kill your buzz, so to speak.

There was a guy out here setting it off,
hitting the bumper with a bat.

Seems pretty clear
it was the owner who sent him.

Under the circumstances,
my boss doesn't want anyone here alone.

So, when you say "a bat,"
you mean a baseball bat?

Don't mean the kind with wings.

This guy, did he have
a shamrock tattooed on his neck?

Please tell me that was a lucky guess.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Look, I ain't got a lot of time.

I got robbed last night.

I don't want to go into the details,

but I'm looking
for the person who I think is responsible.

Now, her name is Candy.

Now, Cyrus... You remember Cyrus?

Now, Cyrus said
this girl used ice on him, breath mints.

Said she did things
they ain't even got names for.

Now, I know
we had a couple of girls at Audrey's

used to specialise in stuff like this.

Ava, is any of this ringing a bell?

Why? Are you looking for a blowjob?

Baby, I'm looking to find out who robbed me.

You mean who robbed us, don't you?

Ava, what do you want from me?

Well, I want you to ask me
how I'm doing in here.

I want you to tell me what
you're doing to get me out.

Well, it's best, honey,
if you don't know the details.

Which details, Boyd?

How you couldn't bribe a judge?

Or how you nearly killed the one man
whose testimony we needed changed?

Maybe I really am better off counting on him.

You take those things off again,

I'm gonna staple them
to your goddamn head. Turn around.

I'm doing everything I can for you.

There ain't no legal way
to get you out of this.

The things they charged you with,
it ain't like they got it wrong.

You told me to move that body.

I didn't tell you to do it alone,

to kick Jimmy out of the truck.

So all this, ifs my fault?

I didn't kill Delroy.

That was all me.

We're done.

Ava.

I still need to find that girl.

Lions choose the coolest hour to hunt...

Carry this with you everywhere?

Smart. Guy with your record
gets stopped with a gun...

Knife even... He's going away.

But this thing, well, you could
do as much damage in the right hands,

but you get stopped with it, you just say
you're on the way to the batting cages.

Why don't you stay down there, Henry?

How did you find me?

Come on.

A smart fellow like you can figure it out.

That bitch saw me last night?

Just when I...

That was my fault.
I should have been clearer.

Standing up ain't
the only way to get me to take this bat to you.

Calling her a bitch will gel us there, too.

Did she even tell you what she did to me?

She told me she put
Henry Junior in foster care

after LPD found crystals of your meth
mixed in with his G.l. Joes.

That's bullshit. That bi...

Ms Brander planted that shit
to give her a reason to take him away.

Are you saying you didn't cook meth?

What I'm saying is
I never brought that shit home.

I'm a pro.

She must have had it on her
when she came by on her wellness check.

And why was she checking wellness?

Is that 'cause Junior's kindergarten teacher
was concerned about his bruises?

Well, that was his mama's fault.

She got back on the pipe,
she got all high-strung.

She kicked it again after that, for a while.

Then Henry got taken.

And in your mind, this is all Alison's fault?

She took three years away from me,
sent my kid to live with strangers.

Yeah, I blame her.

She's not your problem, Henry.

She didn't plant drugs in my house,

change the course of my life?

Whatever she did, she didn't do it to you.

She did it 'cause she thought
it was the best way to do her job.

Now, I know you're hurting, but if you ever
want to see Henry Junior again,

even just talking to him,

you got to spend
less time screwing up other people's lives

and more fixing your own.

Well, that's just perfect.

Make one hell of a bumper sticker.

You do what you want with your life,

but you come near Alison again,
best-case scenario, you end up in jail...

And that's best-case.

I missed you.

Yeah? Really?

I was only gone... What was it?

Two whole days?

I know, but I thought
they was gonna let you out in two hours.

Yeah, well, that's the deal,
you get busted on the weekend,

they got to hold you
till the judge comes in on Monday.

And they just expect me
to get by without it all that time?

Maybe they thought
you'd get one of them Mandingos

you grew up with
to come and help you pass the time.

What did I tell you about that shit?

Louisville's not that long a drive.

I bet you make one phone call home,

half the jimmies in Smoketown
will be jumping in their escalades,

racing to get to you first.

I swear, I don't know why you have to
be such an asshole sometimes.

Did you offer him anything else?

I don't even know who you mean.

Your Smoketown jimmy.

Did you offer him some green
to go along with the pink?

Baby, if you're joking, I'm not.

Man came to my house last night,

drew the marshal
that was staying there outside.

Okay. So?

So, you break into a house like mine,

you either got to know how to
bypass the maximum-security codes

or you got to be able
to draw the person standing there out.

And you risk a thing like that,

you'd better know there's something
inside that's worth your while.

And exactly how to get to it and to get it,

all before the marshal has time...

- But...
-...to come back in and close the door.

Baby, I don't know what you're thinking.

Doesn't matter what I'm thinking.

What matters is
I can't think of anyone but you and me

who knows where that golds at.

And such a betrayal.

- Duffy...
- Say what?

Wasn't Duffy the one who put the safe in?

Duffy.

He didn't know what was in it.

But he knew it was valuable enough
that you needed a hidden safe.

Please, baby, I swear.

I swear.

It's all right. I believe you.

I just wish you'd been
more cooperative in the first place

instead of getting all argumentative.

Would have saved us both a lot of trouble.

I'm gonna need you to go in and get it for me.

Were you not listening just now
when I told you I went to see him,

told him what would happen
if he ever came back?

The guy Little Miss Sunshine
planted meth on.

What's that matter?

You ask her about it?

When have I had the time?

What if she were a criminal?

Alison? She's not.

Smokes weed in front of you,
plants meth on an innocent man,

but still she's a good girl?

I wouldn't call Henry innocent,

and none of that makes her a criminal.

Let me rephrase the question.

If she were a criminal, what would you do?

What do you mean, "What would I do?"

What do you think I would do?

I don't know, Raylan.

Way you've been managing your life lately,

that's a question I've stopped asking.

So, are you gonna answer the door, or am I?

Where are you going with all this?

Guy gets you outside.

Maybe he's giving his partner time

to take whatever it is they came here for.

You think Alison's trying
to rip this place off?

I think the fact that
you won't even consider it

means you're either
lying to yourself, me, or both.

Can we just, for a sec,
stop talking about what a mess my life is

and get back to talking about how you do not
need to be here any more?

I don't know if y'all remember me.

The maid, not the housekeeper.

I'm supposed to check on the koi.

Afraid they're gonna have to tough it out.

If Mr Monroe gets convicted,
the government gets to come in

and sell this place off
and everything in it, right?

You call him "mister"?

So, how y'all bosses gonna feel

if they miss out on 100,000 bucks

'cause you wouldn't let me check the pH?

Hold up.

That bunch of goldfish is worth $100,000?

Do what you got to do.

We'll be along in a sec.

There are only three places in Harlan
she's been known to stay.

Audrey's, her mama's, and her sister's,

and she ain't worked at Audrey's

since Ava went away, so what's that mean?

Her mama or her sister's.

That's the reason why
I got you on the payroll.

You know who she's working for?

I have a pretty good idea,
but I need it confirmed,

which means I need for you to take her alive.

And I need nobody to know she's been took.

Carl, I mean it... Alive!

Dewey Crowe, your timing has never been
impeccable, and today is no exception.

- I need a word, Boyd.
- Well, it's gonna have to wait.

I'm awful busy at the moment.

No, it can't wait. You ripped me off!

I did what, now?

There's a restaurant in Corbin
with full licences listed

for half what I paid for Audrey's.

Now, I can see how this peeling kerb
they got might hold the price down...

Does this restaurant
have blowjobs on the menu?

Apples and oranges, son.

You said
I'd be making money hand over glove.

Well, building a business takes time!

The business you sold me
was supposed to already be built!

Now, I want $100,000,
and I'm not leaving here without it.

How about just $50,000?

We can call it a loan.

Well' I'll give you
a cut of the take from Audrey's.

I got nowhere else to turn!

You want to tell me what's really going on?

My cousin's here from Florida.

Well, that's a good thing.

Family can be
the perfect salve in difficult times.

You don't understand.
Cousin Darryl is difficult times.

He wants Audrey's, Boyd.

- I need him gone.
- Well, then, tell him to go!

No, you don't know Darryl.

No, but I know you.

Now, Dewey Crowe,
you stand before me today

a newly minted small businessman

on his way to being bona tide.

After everything you've been through,
lam proud of you, son.

The only thing I know
about your Cousin Darryl

is he doesn't know who he's related to.

Now, sometimes, being a man means

you got to know when to put your foot down.

Well, put your foot down, Dewey Crowe!

Well, on second thought, I can see how
someone would pay $100,000 for those.

So, you want me to go back to Mr Monroe
and tell him that the safe was empty?

- That's right.
- Why?

'Cause we're telling you to.

I don't understand.

You don't need to understand.

Don't need to do it, either.

Now, Gloria, that's where you're wrong.

You do need to do it.

Otherwise, you're going to jail.

Mrs Paxton called.

She says she believes
Crowder's been driving by her house.

Guess she should have ID'd him
when she had the chance.

I have a hard time with her accent,

but it sounded to me
like she wanted you, personal.

Shit.

You're so worried about your safety,

you should probably
lock the front door before you shower.

She's safe enough.

You wanted a look. Keep on looking!

Yes! Look at me.

The other night on the road,
you shouldn't have done what you did to me.

Don't do anything crazy, now, Boyd.

If you kill a sheriff,
they're liable to hunt you down like a dog.

Well, I'm hoping
I don't have to kill you, Mooney.

I'm hoping we can come to an agreement.

Now, the money I offered Paxton,

how about that ends up
under your mattress?

Yeah. In exchange for what?

Telling him you did as he asked,

-put a bullet in the back of my head.
- Yeah.

Better just kill him.

You don't have to do that.

I'll do anything you want.

You can't trust his kind.

He's only loyal as long as you have the gun.

He's loyal as long as he knows
he's playing for the winning team.

So, how about it, Mooney?

Boyd Crowder or Lee Paxton?

Now, who you figure's gonna
be the last man standing?

Of course I'm sure.

No, it was empty!

Look, baby, I'm sorry, but your gold is gone.

Well, all right.

All right, I'll see you later. Be safe.

What did he say?

He said he's going to go kill Duffy.

Givens is here.

You're kidding.

You want me to let him in?

No, I want you to get back behind the wheel
and see if we can outrun him.

Yes. Let him in.

I'm looking to have a private word.

I hope you understand if that doesn't
strike me as the fondest notion,

given our recent history, Marshal.

I hoped you were the kind of man
that chooses not to live in the past.

Well, normally, lam.

It's just that, you know,
try to kill me once, shame on you...

Wynn, If I tried to kill you, you'd be dead.

Besides, I'm here to protect you.

Well, that's a refreshing change of pace.

Mikey, give us a sec.

Am I allowed
to ask who you're protecting me from?

Charles Monroe.

Don't believe I know that name.

I'm betting you do,

seeing as he washed
close to $3 million for you last couple years.

Isn't there an "allegedly"
that goes along with that?

At the moment,

the only connection
between you and Monroe that interests me

is the one that's
got him looking to put a bullet in your head.

And which one is that?

You installed a hidden safe in his office.

Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument,

that I do know a Mr Monroe
and that I did install a safe in his office.

How does that lead to him wanting me dead?

Come on, Wynn.

Why would anyone want
to kill the guy that put in their security?

Charlie got robbed?

He believes he did.

And Why?

Well, I don't want to
bore you with the details.

Basically, I led him to believe it.

So, you're protecting me
from a situation you created?

I can see how you'd see it that way,

if you want to focus on the negative.

Drop it! Get on the ground! Hands in the air!

- You okay?
- Fine.

He pulled and shot
before I cleared my holster.

I had no choice. He drew down on me.

Gun's legal.

He's licensed to carry concealed.

He ain't got license to shoot people.

Guess I didn't think you had it in you.

Mikey? Mikey's a stone killer.

Why do you think I keep him around?

You promised Mooney
the same money you promised me.

That bother you?

It would if I thought you intend to pay him.

I just need a little time.

How much time does it take
to kill an old man?

You already did most of the job.

That was an overreaction.

You see, your husband
swore out a statement

about what my Ava did,

so if he dies, that statement still lives,

so either I need to
make him change his testimony,

or I need to make him out a liar.

He is the pillar of the community...

Or so he says.

That's why I need a little time.

He will need proof, you know.

He won't take
the sheriff's word that you're dead.

Well, I would say
that Mooney can bring him my head.

But on most days, that's my best asset.

- You have tattoos?
- A few.

Show me.

That was from a long time ago.

On my street, growing up,
there were old men who killed Nazis

and old men who were Nazis.

Is it from prison?

A place called Elkton.

Same in Russian prison.

Your tattoos tell your story.

You have cold hands, Miss Mara.

My mother used to say,
"Cold hands, strong body."

And I'm not quite sure I see the connection.

She meant that
when you live in a place that is so cold

your body can't heat all of itself,

so it learns
that there are parts you must keep warm...

And parts that can do without.

Would you give up your arm?

Well, no disrespect to your mama,

-but a one-armed criminal...
-She was a survivor.

I think you know something
about this, as well.

What about your hand?

We'll put this tattoo on a dead man's hand.

You have a dead man
lying around somewhere, Miss Mara?

Of course.

My husband owns a funeral home.

What about you?

What about me what?

Can you find a dead man?

Can you find more than one?

So, you finally have the place to yourself?

No more threat, no more need for backup.

What will happen to the gold?

Sit in a warehouse
till Monroe gets convicted.

Then we'll auction it.

I thought you said it was likely
he wouldn't get convicted.

That was before.
Charges we got on him now...

Kidnapping, attempted murder, so forth.

He's got a lot of barbed wire in his future.

All 'cause he didn't believe
his girlfriend was telling the truth.

She's his maid.

Gets me thinking how you see me.

Worried I'll see you
as my maid or as my girlfriend?

This whole time,
you never once wondered if I was part of it?

Were you?

Part of you wish I'd been?

You tend to get involved with
women who run afoul of the law?

It's happened once or twice.

I wouldn't call it a tendency.

What would you call it?

Tell you the truth, left to my own devices,

I'd probably never think about it.

Never can be sure.

Of what?

That I wasn't in on it.

I guess that's right.

Kind of like how now you know
there's one hidden treasure in this place...

You'll never be certain there aren't others.

Stands to reason.

Anyway, can't hurt to look.

Any suggestions where I might start?

One or two.

Messer!

What the hell's going on?

Messer!

Hey, Dewey.

Where is everybody?

Man, I sent everyone home, man. Closed up.

What did you do that for?

You get the money from Boyd?

Well, if I did, you still ain't getting a cent.

Yeah, that's what I came to tell you.

You're hitting the road, cousin.

This here's my whorehouse.

My dream.

And you ain't any pan of it.

Shit, Dewey.

Okay. All right, Dewey.

Don't take no shit from nobody. I like that.

Before I go, you want me to tell you

why what should be a gold mine
is bringing back such itty-bitty returns?

I got a leaky water pipe or something?

Or something.

Well, come look for yourself.

There he is.

Yeah.

- What the hell?
- Yeah, take him out.

Yeah.

There it is. See that?

See your Cousin Danny,
this herds Jean Baptiste...

He's Haitian.

And Cousin Kendal's
racked up in one of them trailers.

- You know how teenagers be.
- Why did you do that to Messer?

Well, let him tell you himself.

Hey' man.

You got something to say to my cousin?

Speak up.

I've been skimming, Dewey.

I'm awful sorry.

Now tell him how much.

Well, you should be making
almost three grand a week

after expenses.

You son of a bitch!

Dewey!

You piece of shit!

- Now tell him why.
- Boyd...

Boyd put me up to it! He gave me no choice.

- Hold on!
- I wanted like hell to tell you.

I felt awful bad about it.

I'm sorry.

It hurls. It hurts real good.

I know that pain. I know it hurts.

Just breathe.

You see, all the answers to your questions,
right from the piggy's mouth, right?

Only question now is how do you
get rid of bodies around here?

Back home, we just feed 'em to the gators.

Hold on. What?

You're gonna kill him?

No, Dewey. He didn't steal from me.

You are.

Anybody see you?

Didn't go in till her mama left for the bingo.

Open it.

Take it off.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I swear to God. I swear.

He called...

And he said he would pay me

if I found out when the drugs
were coming in, so I found out.

And you called him back.

She got a cell phone on her?

He filed under his first or last name?

First.

Hey, darling.

Hello, Cousin Johnny.
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