You let Raylan take him?! Holy shit!
NDNelson Dunlop
He said it was a late birthday present.
Arlo Givens' body not even cold on the slab, and you let Raylan drive off into the sunset with his killer! Have you lost your mind?! Where is he? Tell me he's in Leoville, dropping off the prisoner like a good boy.
Not unless they moved it to Harlan, 'cause transponder's got him around Baxter.
God damn it. God damn it!
NDNelson Dunlop
You want me to go up and get him?
I want you to sit your ass down and get used to purging case files until I figure out how to like you again!
This prisoner is one Hunter Mosley. And he may be the only person I know alive who knows Drew Thompson.
Mr. Mosley is being transported to Supermax in the recent wake of putting a shiv in Arlo Givens, such to end his life. So I figure, Dixie mafia has got a history with Arlo and Drew. Why not put the two of you together and see what shakes out?
I'm sorry. Wait. Are you saying Arlo is dead?
You don't seem happy. I figured, if you ordered the hit, we'd all be drinking Wild Turkey by now.
Deputy Marshal, I am truly sorry for your loss, but you have to understand... I had no idea.
[beat] Thank you, Wynn. Whatever your other failings, I believe that's true.
First thing we're gonna do is we're gonna acknowledge that this guy is awesome.
I mean, he shoots Theo Tonin, fakes his own death in spectacular fashion, pushes a guy out of an airplane while he's flying it, parachutes into Harlan county with enough coke and cash to jumpstart the economy of small country, and then he has the balls to get a job in law enforcement, not once, but two times! He spends a couple days riding around with you while you're looking for him, and now he's run off with a hooker half his age. That's some badass shit.
Boyd doesn't give a damn about nothing. Never did. When we was kids, he'd build half a tree house, and then he'd run off and go build a go-kart. And then he'd forget them both and spend the whole rest of the summer stealing candy and trading it for cigarettes.
I'll take your word for it. I just dug coal with the man.
And he gets back from the war, and he finds Jesus. And he receives his ordination through the mail from one of them Bible colleges down in South Carolina or some shit, making us all learn the ways of white supremacy, as it was laid down by the Lord almighty. Then he goes on and on and on about white flight and all that shit. You know what that is?
Mm-hmm. People moving out of town?
White people moving to the suburbs.
'Cause they want to cut grass and have barbecues?
Shit, no. 'Cause they want to get away from black people like you and all the greasers and the asiatics and all the goddamn Mexicans running around infecting the place. But, you know, these are Boyd's words.
Johnny. What's your point?
You know what he's doing now, Raylan? He's buying a house in the goddamn suburbs! Up there on Clover Hill, because the man is in love.
You sound like he stole your girlfriend.
Ha! No. He stole Raylan's girlfriend. He stole my job. Oh, but I did get this as a consolation prize for believing all of his bullshit.
Thing is, Johnny, you didn't get cut in half from Bo's shotgun 'cause of Boyd. You got shot 'cause that's the shit that happens when you choose to live a life as a small-time asshole.
You ever been on a plane, Mr. Crowder?
Why? You plan on taking flying lessons with my money?
I've been having this dream. I dream that I'm flyin' this plane. I mean one of them great, big, old suckers. A jumbo jet. And all the passengers is folks from Noble's Holler. Damn near everybody I know and care about's on this thing. I'm at the controls when all of a sudden, something goes terribly wrong. Lights is flashing, buzzers sounding. And we start going down. And I'm fighting to keep it level, and it ain't no use. And I always wake up just before impact, sweating.
While I believe I understand your subtle metaphor, what I don't understand is why you feel the need to tell me.
Well I'm telling you so you understand why I'm about to do what I'm about to do.
Look at you, Mr. Crowder. You're a well dressed man, you got a sense of style, you got your shirt buttoned all the way up to the top. I gotta ask where'd you get all those teeth?
Courtesy of the American taxpayer while serving our great nation in Desert Storm.
Man, I love the way you talk, using forty words when four will do. I'm curious. What would you say if I was about to put forty bullets through that beautiful vest of yours?
[Tim slams on the breaks] What the hell?! What are you doing?
One abandoned car beside the road's no big deal, but two so close together, that's weird.
How bout a third? [points to another up the road]
What are you thinking? IEDs?
I'm not thinking confetti canons.
For all I know I'm just having a full-blown PTSD episode.
Only when I'm handling firearms in public.
[calling Colt realizing he's put IEDs in cars to ambush his team] Am I right in saying that you were in the sandbox before Afghanistan?
I am a double winner. Is that why you called, to ask me that?
I am in the middle of something.
All right, I'll make it quick. I'm writing a book set in Iraq. There's a chapter where a convey of military police is transporting a criminal, and Lieutenant Dan, he's our main guy, he gets a bad feeling—
There's a Lieutenant Dan in Forrest Gump.
Oh shit, you're right. I'll change it. Lieutenant Colt.
I would like a young Gérard Depardieu to play me in the movie. I'm honored.
Well you should be, he's a big guy, a real badass, or he was, he's kind of losing his grip when we meet him, he's lost someone, he's started using dope that he confiscated.
Yeah but then we find out he's kicked again, and anyone who thinks he's in anyway diminished is in for a big surprise.
Yeah, but he's the kind of character might say he's kicked but we all know he's just one broken shoelace away from sayin' "screw it" and picking up again.
How about you have him go into a bar and pick a fight with some rangers and he send a couple of them to the hospital?
It's not a fantasy. Anyway, he gets a bad feeling when they pass an abandoned vehicle, sees a second and a third, so he's thinking IEDs triggered by cell. You ever come across anything like that?
Me, personally? No. But I did hear about this one convoy, couple of Frankensteins and a gun truck on Highway 10. So, the spotter, he calls a halt between the first two cars thinking the Hajis will blow the second if it moves forward, and the first if it tries to go back.
Well, how'd they get out of it?
Yeah, they didn't. Because they were too afraid to move, they just sat there in their vehicles, pssing and shitting in their helmets, too afraid to toss it out the windows on account of possible snipers. Then they ran out of food. They started eating each other till there was only one left, and he blew his brains out. Do you want to know the sad part?
Yeah. Because they were so afraid to move, they never found out whether or not the cars had explosives. So basically, they all died from being pussies.
[to Ava] Why are you talking? Huh? Oh, you don't like that question? Let me ask you another. How many dicks you got to suck to get to the top of the food chain around here? It's got to be a ton of dicks. It's got to be, like, morning, noon, and night. Like, ever since you were 14. It's got to be like, the alarm goes off, "I'm sucking dick. Where's another dick I can suck?" Dick, dick, dick. Go to bed, suck a dick. Dicks, dicks, dicks. It's got to be a ton. I mean, a small-time, blond girl like you, looking for a better life? Plenty of girls like you, but what sets you apart? Extraordinary vacuuming skills.
