Justified (2010–2015): Season 6, Episode 12 - Collateral - full transcript

NARRATOR: Previously
on Justified...

(SCREAMING)

(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTS)

WYNN: Mikey!

(GASPS)

Your lady friend is dead.

Went pretty badly,
as I understand it,

in the confines of a motor
coach belonging to Wynn Duffy.

Baby?

(CRIES OUT)

What disappoints you,
Raylan Givens?



The fact that you weren't the
one who got to shoot me?

Where's she goin?

You wheel me out of here,
I'll take you straight to her.

(CHUCKLES)

That's funny.

Sooner or later, one way or the
other, I'm gonna get out of here.

And when I do,

I'm gonna go get that money.

ZACHARIAH: Now this Grubes guy
we're going to see,

you sure he knows
his way around?

AVA: He knows the
trails blindfolded.

Boyd knows Grubes,
and if he's alive...

If he's alive,
the Marshals got him,

and if he ain't,
the more the better.



Grubes?

AVA: (YELLING) No!

How are we gonna get you out
past the nurses' stand

without anybody noticing?

(SIGHS) It shouldn't be too
hard with all the chaos.

What chaos?

ART: You got 48 hours,
Raylan.

48 hours, bullshit.

Who you got coming after me?
Everybody?

Everybody's out
looking for Boyd.

I'll be the one
coming after you.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR ALARM BEEPING)

Ripped By mstoll

BOYD: Evening, sir.
Where you headed tonight?

I'm headed home.

- You got any kin waiting on you?
- No, sir, I don't.

That won't be necessary.

Well, what can I
do for you, officer?

(GUN COCKS)

You can give me a ride.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

This the shitbag?
TIM: It is.

Hello, shitbag.

Him there's the good news.

I don't want to
hear the bad news.

No, sir, you do not.

ART: Jesus Christ. Raylan.

Don't suppose you
remember my name.

I remember you had aim to
throw me down a mine shaft.

You're a long way from home,
are you not?

I am. Slurry pond
fouled the spring.

No water on the other side
of the mountain.

No water, nothing to hunt.

Well, I reckon it was
hard to move on. Was.

They'll take the mountain top
year's end, I heard.

I had to move on, regardless.

- Wouldn't mind if you sat a spell.
- I got urgent matters.

My advice,

keep moving on.

There's a fugitive
at large hereabouts.

Give my best to Cousin Mary
if you see her.

She passed.

Condolences. Stand up.

Tell 'em to come out,
guns pointed at the ground.

(WHISTLES)

(SIGHS)

If that ain't all of them, you're
the first one who'll get shot.

That's all of 'em.

Lay your guns down.

Every second I spend
on your bullshit,

the man I'm hunting
gets further away.

Now tell 'em to do it
before I lose my temper.

Now, walk down that hill. And
keep walking, about an hour.

He'll catch up with you soon,

if he don't do something stupid.

No sign. I bet they ran off
after Grubes died.

I'ma bet they starved to death.

We got no guide, and you're
worried about the horses?

That's one bad omen on top of another.
I ain't superstitious.

Doesn't take a damn
Ouija board to see

that our plan is as dead as the man
that used to live in that house.

You'd notice if you weren't
playing in the dirt.

I'm digging a grave.

For us, huh?

Uncle Zachariah,
we gotta get out of here.

Oh, is that the way it is?

Leave the dead
to bury their own.

That's something you learnt
from Boyd, huh?

You don't know me.

You want to be
all high and mighty?

Let's see how
that saves your ass.

I know you don't wanna hear me
preach, but I'ma tell you right now,

there's six months'
worth of food in that cabin,

plenty of water, lot of
firewood for the cold.

If that's your idea of a plan...

Oh, no, little girl,
I like your idea.

We just run around
these goddamn mountains,

not knowing what the hell
we're doing, lost,

hauling 300, 400,
500 pounds of money!

Oh, you're real smart, girl!

- I can't keep this up.
- Yes, you can, and you will.

'Cause that's who we are,

born into the godforsaken hollers
in this goddamn broken-down world.

We're survivors.

Okay. You wanna stay?
We can stay.

But we're gonna fight.
Won't have to fight.

After two weeks, they'll think
we're somewhere over in Virginia.

They'll just move that
search on over there.

I'm talking about Boyd. He knows
this place. He will come.

Boyd is dead. And if he
ain't dead, he's in jail.

We'll be safe here for a while.

Now grab that shovel and help
me get this man in the ground.

MAN: I don't see any badge.

Are you still a Federal?

This guy you're chasing,
he personal business?

You've met him. You put
me in a box with him.

He's now a federal fugitive.

So you should've let me kill
him at the time, then, huh?

- The though thas crossed my mind.
- So, I'm right.

Gotta be you
the one that does him.

You know, I had a coyote like that.
Ate near 10 of my chickens.

One every night.
Dogs couldn't catch her.

Avoided the traps like
she set 'em herself.

- You know, what I decided to do was...
- I don't care what you did.

I need you to shut your mouth
and get up that hill.

You know, after we tangled, Cousin
Mary told us all about you.

Turns out I remember your daddy.
He's a son of a bitch.

You'll get no argument there.

- You know what he did? - Historically
or on a specific day?

He used us.

He used our blood ties
to your mama,

to have us move his drugs
up and down our mountain.

The way you're
moving me right now.

The way I see it, that makes
you a son of a bitch, too.

(CHUCKLE)
Guilty as charged.

(GRUNTS)

I let you go,

you gonna get your people,
come back after me?

You got any good reason
why I shouldn't?

- With what purpose in mind? - You saw 'em.
They got nothing.

They'll kill you for your boots.

Give me that.

In a couple of days, you're gonna
come to Arlo Givens' place,

he's in the book.

I'm signing it over to you.

You're giving me your house?

He did you people dirt.
This is payback.

I been using that place
as a bullshit excuse.

I don't need the money
from selling it.

I need to find Boyd
and get to Florida.

What's this?

A note bequeathing
the property to you.

In case I don't make it down.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ 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 ♪

I always scoffed
at people talking

to loved ones who'd moved on.

Seemed impractical to me.

Can't hear you.

They're gone.

And I'm a practical man.

Except when it comes to you,
it seems.

Revenge, Katherine,

what did you in.

Damn it, I told you
I would get Duffy.

Why didn't you trust me?

For once, why couldn't you just
do what you were told to do?

I'll always love you, Katherine.

But you need to know,

I may be talking to a ghost, but
I am still a practical man.

I'd love to gut Wynn Duffy
from nose to tail,

but I have got to go
and get my goddamn money.

Wynn Duffy.

Now, you've got
a damn good lawyer, Wynn.

And I ought to know, because
I'm a damn good lawyer.

I'll pass along the adulation.

Are these the personal items
from my motor coach?

Yeah, I had to call in a
lot of favors

to get you transferred
to Federal custody.

And now...

Well, it seems now
I've got to let you go.

Billie Jean King.
A pioneer.

We took the liberty to
freeze your bank accounts.

It's prescription.
I have sensitive gums.

Pending the results of the
investigation, you're fully cleared.

Should be able to get
most of your assets off ice.

Oh, look at this.

You were an Eagle Scout?

It belonged to a dear friend.

Mmm.

Of course KSP's gonna wanna keep
your Winnebago a bit longer,

but if you want that, you can
stick around for a week or two.

That they can have.

Bad memories?

Raylan Givens, Boyd Crowder,
and Avery Markham

are soon to converge,
Mr. Vasquez.

Like the aligning
of the planets,

if those planets carried guns
and hated my guts.

I don't ever plan on
returning to Kentucky.

May I?

I just have one last question.

You know, for me.

Off the record.
Sounds sexy.

You know, I have a stack
of files, this tall.

It sits on my desk. It's got all
kinds of witness interrogation,

and surveillance records
and info from snitches

about who killed Simon Poole
14 years ago,

and it all adds up to

jack shit.

So, I just want to know,
between you and me,

who really did it?

Who killed my boss?

Between you and me,
Mr. Vasquez,

I really and truly don't know.

WOMAN OVER POLICE SCANNER:
Air unit East to Evarts.

Possible fugitive sighting.
Please confirm, over.

MAN: Copy,
which fugitive? Over.

WOMAN: Boyd Crowder. Possibly in
police uniform, considered armed.

Stolen police vehicle recovered.
Possible hostage situation.

God damn.
(LAUGHING)

Of course.

Of course!

The hell are you laughing about?
It's a joke.

Don't you get it?
We're dead!

No. We gotta do something.

We're gonna run.
Hell, yeah, let's run.

You know your way around this
goddamn mountain, little girl?

'Cause I sure as hell don't.
Just forget about the mountain.

We gotta go back down.
We gotta, I don't know,

find one of them abandoned
houses and then hide out.

The Federals kicking
in every goddamn door

dogs runnin' around,
sniffing around,

they'll find us in no time.

You got a better idea?
Else we're dead.

Yeah, I got an idea.

We gonna sit right here
and we gonna wait.

When he shows up,
we gonna kill him.

- The end.
- That's not gonna be our end.

'Cause staying here is suicide.

I'm gonna need you
for a little while longer.

I'd rather take your time
than take your truck.

You can have her.

Yeah, well,

I don't want her.

I'm just looking to get
from point A to point B.

Look, Mr. Crowder,

I done helped you out.
I gave you my son's clothes.

You know my name,
you know what I've done.

Goddamn right, I know your name,

and which time
you talking about?

- Well, I do have a rather long résumé.
- Yes, sir.

They put out your greatest
hits, it'd be a double album.

Shit!

Double live, man, from Japan.

Hell, yeah. All killer, no filler.
(LAUGHING)

Konnichiwa, bitches.

Shit. You're the nearest thing we
got to Billy the Kid around here.

I don't know about all that.

Shit, son, you smart,
articulate, strong.

The way you look,
the way you talk,

ain't nobody expect
nothing from you.

Then you unleash
and they cannot deny.

Ain't too much
to call you a hero.

Well, if you insist.

(KEYS JANGLING)

Go on.

Be proud to give the outlaw
Boyd Crowder my truck.

The thing is,
they're looking for me,

they ain't looking for you.

So I'm gonna need you to drive.

Man, this sucks.

LORETTA: I ain't paying you
to whine.

Yeah?

And I didn't come for the money.

Well, not just the money.

Look, I got people maybe
out to kill me, Derrick.

You came just to get back
together, you're a damn fool.

Loretta, why you gotta be so...

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Got him!

LORETTA: Hold up.

LORETTA: I can't see.
Here. Let me look.

Hey, Loretta.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

You know, one way in
and out of this place.

I snap one of your traps and you
both take your eyes off the door?

You're a smart girl, but I got a
thing or two to teach you, yet.

I reckon I could see you both
better if you stepped out this way.

Yes, you, son. Come on, now.
Giddy up.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

How 'bout you
put down them toys.

I'm not here to start a ruckus.

Who the hell are you?

Just her boyfriend.

Oh, yeah? You want to
save your girlfriend?

LORETTA: He ain't
my boyfriend.

Loretta, girl, a boy
doesn't become a man

until he can make
his own decisions.

You want to raise up that
gun, try and shoot me?

Are you afraid I'm too fast?

I am, by the way.

(GUN CLICKS)
(GASPS)

Good news, Jenny here,

you gotta leave her
firing chamber empty,

avoid an accidental discharge.

Bad news, her chamber's
full of promise now.

How about we
try that again, huh?

You not having to
clear that holster,

boy, that fast approach
is a fair...

(GUN FIRES)

(GROANING)

Oh, shit.

He's still kicking.
(COUGHING)

That's the risk you run going
for a head shot, Loretta.

But I figure,

you never know when one of these
pussies are wearing Kevlar, right.

Always go for the brain.
Best bet.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

(COUGHING)

Don't worry.

I forgive you.

Where is he?
Where's Art?

Who's running this shit show?
Where is everybody?

Gee, I don't know,
the manhunts? Plural?

And they left you to what,
do your nails?

Well, if it's any of your business,
Vasquez, I'm coordinating.

Oh, well, that's fantastic.

Maybe you can coordinate an explanation
of this bullshit bulletin.

Chief called it in,
it looks pretty serious.

You were saying?

Having a bad day, David?
Yeah.

NELSON: Hey, Tim, maybe
you can help...

TIM: Dude, I just came in.

NELSON: He's asking about
the bulletin.

Well,

when a Marshal's life
is in danger,

we put out a bulletin saying so.

Hoping a fellow LEO will bring
him into protective custody.

You think I don't know
that Givens has gone rogue,

and that you're closing ranks
to avoid a PR nightmare?

You and everybody in this office

is gonna be writing thank
you notes to Art Mullen

from the Federal Penitentiary.

TIM: Your attitude
is not helpful.

Open your ears!
So negative.

We're not talking
about a write-up.

Everybody in here is an accessory
to a $10 million heist,

aiding and abetting a fugitive.

Never mind.
There's no point.

(DIALING)

Get me SAC Lester
LeVay at the FBI.

- Oh, hey, Art, what's up? - ART:
Hold on, you're breaking up.

Let me see if I can
get a signal.

- Say that again.
- Oh, hey, Art, what's up?

Oh, you know, scouring the
countryside for dumbass. You?

Well, I just had Vasquez pissing
in my ear about the bulletin.

So, looks like we can't keep

the whole Raylan-Givens-
gone-rogue thing in-house.

Well, he sniffed it out
sooner than I'd thought.

I think he just trashed
Nelson's desk, too.

Well, how'd you leave it?

Well, he's on the phone now.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a BOLO
issued for Raylan Givens.

Fact, I just heard him tell the
FBI ballsack to issue a BOLO.

Well, shit.
Wait one.

The plan is, as soon as I get
him, I'm gonna indict him.

I just heard him say
he wants Raylan indicted.

Double shit.

Raylan, if you get this,

I want you to know I heard the
FBI BOLO for you on the scanner.

I know you're in trouble.

I'm on my way.

Raylan, did you steal
my Crown Vic?

(SIGHS) Shit!

All right.
Where are you?

Shit. There you are.

I'm coming for you, Raylan.

You ain't Boyd.
Neither are you.

Appreciate you not shooting me.

Likewise.

Seen the crown of your hat
through the window.

Boyd don't wear no hat.

Where's Ava?

(PANTING)

If you get this,
call this number.

You better make it fast, though,

I'm running out of time.

I need a vehicle, a gun,
and two passports.

I want the vehicle to have a
compartment, well-hidden.

And I mean top-shelf hidden,

not some 20-year-old Astro
with a false bottom.

How much space you need?

Enough room for two or three
very large duffel bags.

Your guy coming, too?

No, Mikey's not going
to make it.

You know what would be great?

One of those dog grooming vans.

Mobile dog groomers use them.

We can paint one
up like that, sure.

No,

a used one.

That's not easy.

By tomorrow.

Triple what you paid last time.

- Fine.
- Upfront.

(SIGHS)

Keep the change.

Anything else?

Yeah, actually,

a topographical map of Harlan
County would be great.

Do you not see how
we want the same thing?

That may be true,

but if Boyd ain't been here yet,

why you goin' off
looking for Ava?

Why don't you just stay here,

and we'll take that
son of a bitch together?

We don't know for sure
if he's coming.

He's only coming
if he thinks she's here.

And he does think she's here.

But if he don't,

if he somehow gets wind of
her before I get to him...

I hear what you're saying, but
I'm sticking here for the fight.

Well, I'm taking the fight to him.
Now where is she?

I don't know. Maybe she slipped
through Cranks Gap by now,

she might even be
halfway to Jonesville,

or maybe Ewing, I don't know.

Who does she know in Virginia?
Did you set her up?

I don't know nobody in Virginia.

I don't know where she is
and she didn't tell me.

So I can't spill my guts in case
you plan on roughing me up again.

You're a waste of space.

You're of no help.

Let me tell you something,
you son of a bitch!

You ain't no better than Boyd.
God damn you!

The way the two of you just
scramble that poor girl's brains,

pulling her this way
and that way.

You used her, God damn you!

Ain't no wonder why she
burned the two of you

and lit out on her own.

I'm trying to protect her.

Yeah, that may be
a part of the story,

but I bet that ain't
the whole goddamn story.

Yeah, you're goddamn right.
Where's the money?

Where is it?
It ain't here.

It had to weigh a ton. No way
she drug it up and over.

She went down.

She gone. Not as
long as I'm looking.

(PANTING)

BOB: Ava Crowder! Step
away from the car. (GASPS)

Step away from my Crown Vic.

Take that backpack off.
Slow.

Don't reach into... Put it on the ground.
On the ground.

Ava, don't test me. All right.
Now get down on your knees.

On your knees.

I'm sorry if that sounds
untoward.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

- Where's Raylan?
- I don't know.

- Did you kill him?
- What? No!

Ava, you're a fugitive from the
law, I know you shot your fiancé,

and I know that Raylan took my Crown
Vic and I tracked it up here.

- Now, for the last time... - The
answer to the question is no!

I ain't even seen him.

I hope for your sake,

and for the sake of
the Commonwealth of Kentucky,

that you are telling the truth.

Now, lace your fingers behind
your head, behind your head.

Okay. Let's get up slowly.
Come on.

There you go.
Now walk this way with me.

And I'm quick with this gun, in case
you getting squirrelly, you got that?

Bob,

you know there's a lot more money
where that came from, don't you?

- I mean...
- I'm gonna take mercy on you.

I'm not going to add

attempting to bribe an officer of the
law into your long list of offenses.

And before you try to seduce me,

just know it's been
tried before.

All right, now.

Get yourself in the Gremlin there.
Open the door.

Open the door.

All right.
Sit yourself down.

And when Raylan comes back with
my keys, we'll make the change.

And it's nice in there.
I got an air-freshener

that smells like a mocha latte.

- You hear that?
- No, I... Yes, I did.

It's Boyd.

That could be anybody, okay? I
want you to calm down, all right?

Just calm down. Just sit down for a sec.
Listen to me, please.

He's gonna kill us.

Cold out here.

I can feel it.

Yeah, I was just thinking
the same thing.

(SIGHS)

I appreciate
the lie, Mr. Crowder,

but we both know
what you was thinking.

Loose ends and all.

You know my mind?

Maybe I was gonna take
your keys, let you walk.

(CHUCKLES) So you could
shoot me in the back?

You're gonna have to look me in
the eye, you pull that trigger.

No. I knew the minute
you stepped in my cab,

I was gonna be staring down
the black hole of your gun.

Cut me down
like the plague you are.

Well, I gotta say,
you did do a pretty good job

all that
smoke blowing up my ass.

Ain't no smoke.

But I will say this.

Stories about outlaw legends,

they ain't passed down by the
families of the murdered.

I don't give a shit about
The Ballad Of Boyd Crowder.

I'll be dead and gone
that song gets sung.

Hobo by the name of Hut
McKean mean anything to you?

Let me guess, I killed him,

or my men killed him,
my dope killed him,

or my daddy killed him.

Next thing that
comes out of your mouth is,

"How do you sleep at night,
Boyd Crowder?"

Well, do you know how?
'Cause I know who I am.

Do you?

You're a slave. Disenfranchised,
don't even know it.

You drive your shitty truck
to your shitty house,

live out your shitty life.

You think you're better than me
'cause you play by the rules?

Whose rules?

My life is my own.

You ain't even heard
a word I said.

I don't give a shit
about what you said.

I'm an outlaw.

(GUN FIRES)

(GUNSHOTS ECHOING)

Stay here. Don't make any noise.
No. No, no.

Bob!

You can't leave me
here like this.

(EXHALES)

(GUNS FIRING)

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT CLATTERING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRES)
(GROANS)

Goddamn, Raylan!

How you know I wasn't some Boy
Scout looking for his tent?

RAYLAN: Your teeth
glow in the dark.

You shot unprovoked.

How am I supposed to take that?

As me aiming to kill you.

(GROANS)

(RAYLAN PANTING)

Well, it's only getting colder.

So what say, the next time the moon
peeks out from behind those clouds,

we show it down?

Now you're talking.

Only problem is, Raylan,

I don't know where you are.

(GROANING)

RAYLAN: I don't know
where I am, either.

Why do you even wanna
kill me so bad, Raylan?

You don't even know why.
"Boyd Crowder must die!"

That's just a lie you tell
yourself for wanting to win.

You are the world-conquering
Emperor of Lies,

the biggest reserved
for yourself.

Just say it, Raylan.
"I want to win!"

(CHUCKLES)

How about, "I want the money"?

Shit. You want
to kill her, Boyd.

You want to kill the woman
who stole your money,

shot you, and left you for dead.

You don't know
what's in my heart.

What heart?

You don't know
what's in your own heart.

You've given up everything you
are so that you could murder me.

I cross the line
with my eyes wide open.

(GROANS)

Well, whose eyes
are you gonna see

when you kill me, Raylan?
Your daddy's?

Not anymore.

Your baby girl's?

Imagine the look on her face
the day she realizes,

"My daddy spent his whole life
trying to walk the line

"and failed."

She'll live her life
the way everybody does.

On her own.

Are you sure you don't
want me to kill you, Raylan,

and keep you a hero?

That makes for a
hell of a bedtime story.

This is the only story
here tonight.

(BOB CRIES OUT IN DISTANCE)

BOYD: Now, you don't think
that's Bob, do you?

Why would that be Bob?

Well, I shot him a couple of
times down at the trail head.

I think he might still be alive.

You ought to run down there
and see if you can't help him.

Bob can take care of himself.

Hell, Raylan.
Then I have already won.

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Stop!

(GUN FIRES)
(SCREAMS)

OFFICER: Get down on the ground!
All right! All right!

- Get on the ground.
- All right.

Take this.

(GROANS)

Holy shit.

There's a shitload
of money in here.

AVA: You take me in, you're
gonna have to hand that over.

You let me go, you can have it.

(CHUCKLES) I do not know what Mr.
Markham has got planned for you,

but I don't want him
to do it to me.

Markham? You're taking me
to see Markham?

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Get up.

Get up, you pussy.

MARKHAM:
What the hell is this?

BOON: He tried
to pull one on me.

You just gonna let him
lay there and bleed?

Was I supposed to take him
to the hospital?

(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTS)

MARKHAM: Hope he wasn't
someone dear to you.

Just someone I paid
to watch my back.

Money not well spent, I'd say.

Well, slim pickings, way you're
running roughshod over this county.

Trying to flatter me, girl?

Just wondering what you
want from me, is all.

Reason I had Boon come looking for
you is Ava Crowder stole my money.

Stole it from the man
who stole it from me.

That man being your new
business partner, Boyd.

It's the first
I'm hearing of it.

I was thinking, the two
of you being so close,

you might have some idea
where Ava ran off to.

It entered my mind

that maybe you two ladies
conspired together.

Like I said,

first I'm hearing about it.

I believe you.

Couple of deputies I became friends
with called me on my way over.

They picked up Ava Crowder.

Bringing her to me directly.

Suppose you won't be
needing me anymore, then.

If that's the case,
I'll just kill you right now.

But I'm going to give you
30 seconds to change my mind.

Tell me why I shouldn't
kill you, Loretta McCready.

You can kill me,

go right ahead,

buy all this land I've acquired at
auction like you have with others.

But bear in mind the time that may take
and the unexpected costs it may incur.

What I can offer you at this
juncture is a partnership.

Immediate access not only to my land,
but also my growing expertise.

Sure, you got boys
like Boon over here

who know plenty about
watching overland,

but none of them were raised
around these buds like I was.

Add to that my ties
to Harlan County.

Say weed don't get
legalized like we think.

Well, I can tell you
who among those

criminal elements you can trust.

A partnership with me

will tell those same folks
that they can trust you.

First time I saw you,
I liked you.

Didn't much care for what you
did at the Pizza Portal,

but I saw something in you. Remind
me of Katherine a little bit.

More than that,

you remind me of Mags Bennett.

I could use a Harlan girl
in my fold.

Besides, I know Boon here
is sweet on you.

(BOB GROANING)

Bob.
BOB: Raylan.

Oh, Jesus.
Raylan, please help.

Okay.

Jesus Christ, Bob.

Just keep applying pressure, Raylan.
Keep applying...

- I know, Bob.
- To the point of impact.

Stanch the flow of blood.

Hey, just keep that pad
pressed up against your gut.

I am, okay. I just...

Just ask me anything.
Trivia.

Who was Indiana Jones' arch enemy?
Just ask me. Ask me.

Bob, just breathe, buddy.
Just breathe.

Bob?

Bob!

Shit.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

I got an officer shot, at least
two in him, gut and shoulder.

Don't eat the... The monkey's
dead. Don't eat the date.

- Hang in there, Bob.
- They call him Belosh.

And link up to the
US Marshals Task Force.

Tell them I know
where Boyd Crowder is.

(INDISTINCT WHIRRING)

(GUN FIRES)

(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTS)

Son of a bitch!

You goddamn...

BOYD: Where is she?
She ain't here.

Ava?
(CHUCKLING)

Ava?

Boyd Crowder. Bo Crowder.
Bowman Crowder.

Y'all part of the same
big old pile of shit!

Like to beat on the
weak ones, don't you?

You son of a bitch.

I know you think
you're protecting her,

but you ain't.

Now, you want to protect her?

You need to get me to that
money before I get to her.

I'd sooner die than give you
anything you want.

But I do got something
for you you don't want.

Go to hell, Crowder.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Let's go.

(BOB GROANING)

OFFICER: Raylan Givens?

I don't suppose you'd
believe me if I said no?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

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