03x13 - Slaughterhouse

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Previously on "Justified"...

Boyd: Devil, whatever led you to believe that you could pull this off?

[ g*n cocks ]

Devil: Wait! Wait!

Arlo: Don't know why we're out here instead of tossing this traitor in a slurry pond.

Boyd: Devil was a friend before he became a traitor.

Ava: Arlo!

Did you take your meds today?

[ Gasps ]

Arlo... [ g*n cocks ]

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

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

And say that man had brilliant blue eyes?

Wynn: And a big, stupid baby head?

Boyd: Now, right out there in that truck, I got a box full of emulex with a cellphone detonator.

Wynn: I believe I know how to blow up a car.

Raylan: You tell me you got Boyd and Quarles all wrapped up in a pretty little bow.

Fantastic.

In the meantime, not day passes federal boots aren't on the ground in nobles holler until I get what I want.

Boyd: What in the hell you doing here?

Coming out slowly.

Wynn: Now.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Drop your w*apon, or I will sh**t.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Raylan: Tom.

Johnny: Quarles did it.

Quarles sh*t him.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I've had troopers canvassing the whole town.

And so far, no reports of the suspect.

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

Daylight comes, we'll find Robert Quarles.

Raylan: How is he?

He didn't make it.

Chief deputy Art Mullen.

He coded.

They kept working his heart.

Took him directly into surgery, but...

Raylan: -He conscious on the drive over?

They didn't confirm it was Quarles who sh*t him, if that's what you're thinking.

I'm guessing this Quarles hasn't been found, or I would have heard it on the radio.

Art: Our fugitive task force is on its way over here.

Rachel: Crowder's awake.

Then what happened?

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

Johnny: I already told you.

It was Quarles that sh*t the trooper.

Raylan: Shut up, Johnny.

He ain't talking to you.

Boyd: Look, Raylan.

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

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

Raylan: If it's all the same to all concerned, I thought I might just jump to the front of the line.

I'm pretty much done.

Boyd: Raylan.

Raylan, I hope you have enough respect for my capabilities to know that I would not blow up a car that I'm standing next to.

Raylan: Who, then?

Boyd: Wynn Duffy.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Raylan: Put a bolo out.

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

Arlo: I'm looking for Boyd and Johnny.

You let me in.

Hey, Givens.

Raylan: It's all right.

Let him in.

What the hell you doing here?

Arlo: I heard that a cop in a hat got sh*t.

Guess it wasn't you.

Raylan: No. I'm fine.

Arlo: I can see that.

Boyd: Uh, am I done here?

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

We're done.

Boyd: I want to talk to you.

Arlo: Wondered what the hell happened to you.

Boyd: Yeah?

That's funny.

I wanted to ask you the same question.

You pulled a g*n on Ava.

You stick her in the cellar.

What the hell were you thinking?

Arlo: Wasn't my idea.

I had to do it to shut her up.

Boyd: To shut who up? Ava?

Arlo: No, no. Not Ava.

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

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

Arlo: I've been trying, but...

Boyd: Sit down.

Arlo: She hides them where I can't find them.

Johnny: Who? Helen?

Arlo: That's right.

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

I took care of business.

That's all you need to know.

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

Go on.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

What are they doing?

You want to un-cuff them?

Raylan: I just need five minutes alone with Duffy.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

Let's go.

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

Was it Quarles?

Where is he?

You blew up the car.

You must have been close.

Did you see who k*lled the trooper?

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

What do you know?

Wynn: What do I... What I know is I... we were on our way... Mike and I were on our way to midnight mass, and apparently, we were exceeding the speed limit, because these gentlemen pulled us over.

Raylan: Yeah, and they pulled this off of you.

Wynn: I have a permit for that in my other pants.

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

Wynn: God rest his soul.

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

Are you familiar?

Wynn: Uh... remind me.

Raylan: I ask you a question.

You answer truthfully, or I pull the trigger.

You understand?

Wynn: It seems simple enough.

Raylan: You have any questions?

Wynn: What are you doing?

Raylan: Is that your question?

Wynn: [ Chuckles ]

You think you can make me talk?

Raylan: That's your choice.

Wynn: Or you're gonna sh**t me?

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

Wynn: Bullshit.

Raylan: Where's Quarles?

Wynn: Kiss my ass.

[ g*n clicks ]

Jesus! Christ!

There are cops outside!

Raylan: That's right.

They're outsiders wynn: You're a cop!

Raylan: Deputy U.S. marshal.

Wynn: Raylan, you just can't come in here and sh**t me because you... you. You feel like it!

Raylan: Why not?

Isn't that the way you guys do it?

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

So, you know what?

Now we're gonna play by your rules.

Wynn: Raylan...

Raylan: Where's Quarles?

Wynn: I don't know!

[ g*n clicks ]

Jesus! Stop it!

What is wrong with you?!

Raylan: You want me to stop, tell me the truth.

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

Raylan: Start with telling me what you do know.

Wynn: Okay.

Just give me a minute.

Raylan: No.

Wynn: Hey! Hey! Hey!

[ Exhales sharply ]

Okay! What do I know?!

What do I know?!

I know that, uh... [ panting ]

I know that Limehouse set this all up!

I know that Quarles likes young boys.

Who do you think called in the Brady Hughes tip?

Me!

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

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

And then I drove away!

That's what I know!

Raylan: That's it?

Wynn: That is all I know!

Raylan: You don't know where he is?

Wynn: I don't know where he is!

Raylan: Okay.

I believe you.

Wynn: Jesus Christ!

♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪
♪ God get at your boy ♪
♪ You try to bogard ♪
♪ Fall back, I go har ♪
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Boyd: Well, you invited me here.

Should I be expecting an apology?

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

[ g*ns cocking ]

I am returning your deposit.

Duly witnessed.

There's even a little interest in there.

Boyd: You really think this concludes our business?

I do.

Now, we can both walk away with what we got, or we can have it out right now.

Although you are traveling a little light.

I don't see Devil back there, g*n pointed at me, finger on the trigger.

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

I always do.

[ Spits ]

Want me to make that call?

Not yet.

Not yet.

[ Crickets chirping ]

Raylan: You screwed up.

In what manner of speaking?

Raylan: In a very serious manner.

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

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

Raylan: [ Chuckles ]

A horsefly sneezes in these hills, he knows about it beforehand, but I'm to believe the car b*mb and the dead trooper down the road comes as news.

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

Raylan: Like we're talking about the weather.

What is tomorrow's weather forecast?

I reckon it's gonna be a beautiful day.

Mm.

Raylan: You are gonna spend it indoors.

[ Blows ]

Charged with accessory to m*rder.

Oh, now, hold on just a minute.

Raylan: You promised me Boyd.

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

I don't recall promising you donkey squat.

I just pointed out an opportunity, more like.

Raylan: Oh, is that right?

That's right.

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

Raylan: Excuse me?

You screwed up.

You know how I know that?

'Cause one of yours is dead.

Raylan: Think twice about your next move, gentlemen.

Mr. Givens?

Raylan: Deputy marshal.

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

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

[ g*ns cocking ]

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

He sh**t, you make sure nobody finds him... none of him.

Raylan: I want what you promised me.

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

But I might could get you Boyd Crowder.

Raylan: I'm listening.

[ Goat bleating ]

Rachel: Clear.

[ Dogs barking ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

That helicopter again.

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

You didn't believe me, though.

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

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

Hey.

I don't like that kind of talk.

Gosh.

Can't believe I slept through all that.

Mom, you don't sleep.

You hibernate.

Oh, funny.

Hey, you dropped something.

Nice.

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

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

How would that be?

Mom?

[ Groaning ]

I'm guessing you got the keys, sport.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Boyd: Shelby, my friend.

To what do we owe the honor?

We need to talk. You and me.

Boyd: That sounds ominous.

You only been on the job one day.

You're already calling in an official capacity?

Not exactly.

You alone?

Boyd: Well, I can be.

Ava: What is it?

Boyd: I don't know.

All right, shelby.

You got me alone.

Well, it's not good.

Boyd: Well, let's hear it.

A warrant popped.

I made a couple of calls.

Best I could find out, he U.S. marshals believe you put a body in the ground some nights past.

Boyd: Where was I supposed to have done this?

Out by black lick creek.

Boyd: Anything else?

They're watching your house.

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

They didn't call in my office.

They just called the state troopers.

Boyd: On account of our relationship.

Huh.

Well, uh, where do things stand, shelby?

[ Sighs ]

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

Boyd: [ Sighs ]

How much time I got?

They're still digging, last I heard.

Half-hour. Less.

Listen, Boyd.

You saved my life and then you pulled me off the ash heap, gave me a second chance.

Now I believe we're square.

Good luck.

[ Groans ]

"Trust... Jesus."

Ohh.

So... you folks on vacation?

We were at a rock festival.

Christian rock.

I like that.

Good place to bond over.

What's your name, son?

Pete.

Pete.

Your brother's name?

He's Mitch.

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

That's okay. I get it.

[ Groans ]

Look, you boys are lucky.

You get to spend time with your mom.

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

She d*ed when I was pretty young.

Speaking of which, where's dad?

We're divorced.

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

I need to make a call.

Now, Pete, don't do anything stupid, 'cause remember, I have got a g*n pressed to your mother's back.

Put Theo on the phone.

Put him on the phone!

[ Birds chirping ]

Bobby Quarles.

You're sh1tting me.

Bobby.

What a surprise.

Oh, hi, Theo.

I guess it wasn't my time yet.

Somebody upstairs likes me.

Oh, that's a great movie.

One of Newman's finest performances.

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

Lanny, do me a favor.

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

It should be in with the classics.

Theo.

Theo!

[ Sighs ]

Okay. I'm back.

Theo, I want to come home.

You want to come home?

Yes. Name the price.

Home. Oh, h-hold on.

Hey, Lanny.

Lanny, forget about it.

I-it's not here.

It's at home, in Detroit.

What?

I'm sorry, Bobby.

I'm at the California house.

Uh, okay.

So, here's the deal.

You owe me $250,000.

I'm gonna need that paid back in full.

Okay.

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

Pain and suffering?!

You pointed a g*n in his face, Bobby.

Actions have consequences.

Okay. How much?

Double it.

That's $500,000.

That'll get you home.

That's a lot of money, Theo.

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

You know why?

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

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

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

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

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

I will come up with the money.

Ava: What was shelby calling about?

Boyd: State troopers are digging up Devil.

Ava: What?

Boyd: Said I was the one who put him there.

Ava: Was there a... a witness?

Boyd: Wasn't any witness.

This come from Limehouse.

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

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

Ava: Well, he couldn't have known.

Boyd: He could if somebody told him.

Johnny: Only people know anything about that are in this room.

Boyd: It wasn't me.

And I know it wasn't Ava.

Johnny: [ Chuckles ]

You can go to hell, Boyd.

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

Boyd: Arlo, what about you?

You said anything to anybody about anything?

Arlo: No.

Nothing, Boyd.

Unless...

Boyd: Unless what?

Arlo: Not sure.

Might have said something to Helen.

Women don't know how to keep a secret.

Johnny: [ Coughs ]

Holy sh*t.

Boyd: Oh, Arlo... Arlo: I'm sure I didn't.

Boyd: Except you're not sure.

Johnny: What the hell we gonna do?

Ava: Okay, wait.

What were they looking for?

What evidence can we get rid of?

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

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

Now, we light out of here, start trying to hide evidence, we're just as likely to lead them to it.

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

Boyd: Johnny, you watch Arlo.

Come on.

Ava: Boyd, please.

You can't just sit here.

You got to run.

Boyd: There ain't nowhere for me to go.

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

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

We need more time.

I want more time.

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

We just got to play by them.

Now... [ sighs ]

All right, Pete.

Pull up over here.

Right here. That's it.

Nice and easy. Good boy.

Nice and easy. Good boy.

All right, mom.

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

I'm fine.

Get out.

Okay. Okay. I'm getting out.

Just don't... point the g*n at me, not them, okay?

Okay.

Go.

No! No! No! No!

Pete, I'm not gonna say it again.

Go!

Mom, no! Come on!

Take me! No!

Pete, stop the car!

That's it, Pete.

Mom!

It's gonna be okay, Mitch.

Stop the car, Pete! Mom!

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

Yeah. He's about your age.

Johnny: Boyd, they're here.

Boyd: Arlo, you mind letting them in?

Art: Sorry we didn't call first.

Boyd Crowder, you are under arrest for the m*rder of one Derrick Lennox, A.K.A. Devil.

You have the right to remain silent.

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

Art: Fair enough.

Boyd: You mind telling me how you turned this thing federal?

Art: State police invited us to be part of a task force, due to local law-enforcement corruption and the like.

Boyd: You process me through Lexington, you show the whole world there's no way deputy Givens and I could be in cahoots.

Art: You're not as dumb as you look.

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

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

Raylan: Sorry for what?

Arlo: How I treated you when you were a boy.

Raylan: Okay.

Arlo: Not an easy thing for me to say.

Raylan: No, I figured not.

Arlo: But she insisted.

I know she was your favorite.

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

But you don't know how she can nag.

Raylan: You talking to Helen again?

Arlo: She does all the talking.

Art: Raylan, woman just flagged down a KSP trooper.

Said that she and her two boys have been carjacked by a man that fits Quarles' description.

Raylan: Thanks, arlo.

Ava: [ Sniffs ]

Johnny!

Johnny: Yeah?

Ava: We're gonna figure this out.

Johnny: Who is?

Ava: We are... you and me.

Johnny: Okay.

Ava: First off, someone's gonna pay.

Johnny: Damn straight.

Ava: You got any ideas?

Johnny: I say we start with Ellen may.

Ava: Ellen May?

Johnny: Yeah.

You don't know?

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

Ava: Dickie Bennett?

Johnny: That's what the girls told me.

He was in there, pressing her for information, and you know how those girls talk, Ava.

That place is turning into a sieve.

Ava: Even if that's true, Ellen May don't know sh*t.

Johnny: She knows arlo.

Art: Did he tell you who he called?

No.

Art: Was he talking to a man or a woman?

Man's voice.

It was kind of loud.

Art: Did they argue?

No. Uh, Theo.

I think he said Theo.

Art: Theo Tonin.

He said he wanted to come home.

Raylan: He said he wanted to come home?

Yes.

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

Art: Ms. Jenson, deputy Brooks is gonna take you to see the folks at victim services, all right?

Yes, but listen to me.

Please, you have to know.

This is the only family that I have.

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

Home is Detroit, right?

Art: Yes, it is.

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

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

Art: Call air ops.

Tell them we're widening the search.

Raylan: Art.

Art: What?

Raylan: He said he needed money.

Art: Yeah. $500,000.

Raylan: He ain't got that kind of money.

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

I need every file you've got on him.

Raylan: That means go back to the office.

Art: Yes, it does.

Raylan: Art!

Art: Not now, Raylan!

Just do it!

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Raylan: [ Sighs ]

Givens.

Marshal?

Raylan: Yeah. Who's this?

Uh, this is Mitch.

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

Raylan: Okay.

N-now get in your car.

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

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

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

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

If you talk to anyone or do anything stupid... ...I will k*ll you.

...he'll k*ll me.

Go. Ahh.

Raylan: Mr. Quarles.

Looking a little worse for wear, there.

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

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

No? Okay.

I'll just have your g*n and your phone, please.

Raylan: The way this works is you give up these boys, I give you my g*n.

How about you give me the g*n and I don't k*ll the boys?

Raylan: Boys for my g*n.

That's cute.

Now drop your g*n and your phone and take five steps back.

Now.

Attaboy.

Mitch, go pick it up.

Go ahead, son.

Now get in the van.

Move!

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

Is that so?

Oh, wait a second.

This one?

Raylan: That one, you can keep.

Why, thank you very much.

[ Chuckles ]

♪ ♪

Boy, you work like you eat.

Yeah, you don't leave nothing undone.

Just how I do things.

And I appreciate that.

I need to have a word with errol.

How about if I take this home?

How'd that be?

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

Yes, sir.

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

Then I put a little vinegar just to soften the texture, and it just sits right there... just sits.

Till you come 'round.

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

That's right.

[ Laughs ]

Your daddy would set it aside when we butchered together.

Yep.

End of the day, "lime!"

Your daddy called me "lime."

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

I'd fix it up, too.

Yeah.

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

I guess I'll take it off the menu.

Sir?

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

Every lawman in Kentucky's hunting him.

Yes, sir. My work is done.

And now we are done. You and me.

Mr. Limehouse... I want you to pack your things, and you get out of nobles holler before dark.

But wh... ah.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Sighs ]

Yeah.

Johnny: What in the hell were you thinking?

You gonna have to be more specific.

I got a lot on my plate right now.

Johnny: Calling in about Devil.

Boyd g*dd*mn nearly figured out where that came from.

But he didn't, did he?

Johnny: Because I got lucky.

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

Well, maybe it was luck.

Maybe it was Providence.

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

Now it's done.

Johnny: [ Chuckles ]

Yeah, maybe.

But you and me, we are not done.

Yeah.

Aah!

Yeah!

Yeah, oh!

[ Laughing ] Oh, my God!

That feels good, huh?

Oh, yeah!

You like that.

Yeah!

Ow!

What the hell?

Ava: I'm gonna need you to get out now!

What did I do?

Ava: Would you get out of here?!

I already paid her!

I got your money, okay?

Ava: Ellen May.

What you doing, talking to Dickie Bennett?

What do you mean?

Hey, I got you!

Ava: Sweetheart.

I know he was here.

Now, what I want is the truth.

Only for a few minutes.

Ava: What did he want?!

To talk about Limehouse.

Ava: Have you seen my scar?

Of course.

Ava: That man stood in my kitchen!

He sh*t me in my chest!

I know.

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

Ow!

[ Groaning ]

Ava: What did you tell him?

Just to talk about Limehouse and find out where he put his money... under the church.

Ava: What did you say about Devil?!

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

Ava: You told Dickie something he took back to Limehouse.

No!

Ava: Arlo told you something!

No!

Ava: You've been working with Limehouse himself!

I don't know!

No!

I've been loyal!

Ava: To who?

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

Ohh!

Ava: You don't thr*aten me.

And you don't talk to anybody about anything!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Easy, easy, easy.

That's it.

Stop right there.

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

Good.

Mitch, come on.

Hands up, Raylan. Let's go.

Out. Come.

Mr. Limehouse!

Get in there.

Move.

Marshal.

And company.

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

Raylan: Stopped by for a favor.

A favor?

You done lost your damn mind.

Raylan: Mr. Quarles decided he wants to go home now.

I want to go home.

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

Raylan: He needs a little traveling money.

How much?

Raylan: Uh... About half a million.

Raylan: Then we'll get out of your hair.

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

That's fighting money.

What kind of collateral you got?

You're looking at it.

Oh, so I pay or you k*ll the marshal?

Yeah. Well, no.

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

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

Well, then I'm gonna k*ll you.

You do, there'll be a dozen armed men out there before you can turn around, as the marshal can attest.

Raylan: I can.

Yes, but then you would be dead.

Okay, then.

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

Mm-hmm.

Raylan: Okay. Look.

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

Well, I figure this gets it done.

[ g*n cocks ]

Come on, Ellstin.

You can do it.

[ Sighs ]

[ Spits ]

Unh-unh-unh-unh, steady.

I've got the g*n.

Whoa.

[ Laughing ]

Oh, sh*t, it's a piggy bank!

Son, grab that bucket and fill it up.

[ Laughing ]

Marshal, you are one strange piece of chicken.

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

Next day, you giving all this money to the man that k*lled him.

Wait. Wait a second.

You think that I k*lled the trooper?

Raylan: Who did?

[ Grunts ]

Raylan: Who k*lled him?

[ Wheezes ]

Your old man.

[ Laughing, wheezing ]

[ Panting ]

Raylan: Arlo. Hey.

Let's go. Hey. Wake up.

Wake up.

Arlo: What's the matter?

Raylan: Let's go.

Arlo: Is that you, son?

Raylan: You got clothes on under there?

Arlo: I don't know.

Raylan: Come on. Get up.

Let's get you dressed.

Arlo: W-what's going on?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Art: Raylan.

Raylan: They're gonna take you in the conference room, arlo.

Arlo: Not like I got a choice.

Raylan: I'll be there momentarily.

Art: Thought you might be interested.

One of the weapons that you pulled off of Quarles turned out to be a match for the g*n that k*lled Gary Hawkins.

Raylan: Hmm. That's nice.

Art: You don't sound very surprised.

Raylan: Kind of had a hunch.

Art: Are you okay?

Raylan: Could use a little sleep.

Art: Well, we'll handle the interview.

Public defender's already here.

Why don't you go home?

Raylan: [ Sighs ]

Think it's true what they say.

Boyd: Well, what do they say?

Raylan: One bad apple spoils the barrel.

Boyd: Well, Raylan, even in a little town like Harlan, I think the apple barrel is obsolete.

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

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

What's arlo doing here?

Raylan: Likely k*lled tom bergen.

Boyd: Who told you that?

Raylan: Don't matter.

He doesn't deny it.

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

Add that to whatever you're gonna get for Devil, and I don't suppose I'll be seeing you again in 20 years.

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

Boyd: I've connected to arlo in ways I was never given a chance to do with my own daddy.

He's not my crew, Raylan.

He's my family.

Raylan: So long, Boyd.

Art: We're just talking.

Well, we shouldn't be talking.

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

Arlo: Are you saying I'm crazy?

That's not what I'm saying.

Arlo: I'm not crazy.

I know what I done.

Art: What did you do?

Don't answer that question, Mr. Givens.

Arlo: First off, I k*lled that state trooper, like you said.

Tom bergen.

Arlo: That's right.

Mr. Givens, don't... arlo: Why?

I did it to protect Boyd... same reason I k*lled Devil.

Art: Same reason you did what?

Arlo: I k*lled Devil.

We are done here, Art.

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

Art: So, you k*lled Devil?

Arlo: That's right.

I can show you where they found the body.

I can even take you to the g*n, if you want.

Art: Why did you do it?

Arlo: I did it to protect Boyd.

First, I k*lled Devil.

Then I k*lled the trooper.

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

Could really only be expected.

Ario's a criminal.

Never been anything else.

Art offered me a drink.

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

Then Boyd got his release.

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

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

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

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

Raylan: Are you sure all your sister has is water?

Winona: I offered you milk and apple juice.

Raylan: Not even light beer?

Winona: Raylan... Why are you here?

Raylan: I told you when I came in.

Just wondering how this was all gonna work out.

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

Winona: Mm-hmm.

Is that it?

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

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

Raylan: You know what they're saying at the office?

Winona: Hmm?

Raylan: I "disarmed" him.

Winona: That's pretty good.

Raylan: Yeah.

Winona: Well, uh...

Raylan: I should go.

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

Good night.

Apologize to your sister for me.

Winona: I will.

Hey, Raylan.

Raylan: Hmm?

Winona: Only thing I don't understand, why... why did Art think you'd be upset?

Raylan: I think it was why Arlo sh*t bergen.

Winona: Which was...?

Raylan: He didn't know he was a state trooper.

Just saw a man in a hat, pointing a g*n at Boyd.

Winona: Man in a hat?

Raylan: Yeah.