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You know, I don't get you. Give you some of my own money to help you out. 24 hours ago upstairs, I figured you and me are simpatico. I see you're just jerking me around and using me to get Boyd.
Don't take it personal. I'm just doing what I gotta do.
Yeah. That's my plan.
What's that?
Doing what I gotta do.
Come on, Boyd, you know Ellstin Limehouse has made a fortune being the man folks can count on in times of trouble.
And I recall you yourself have benefited from that on more than one occasion.
And on reflection, I wonder if the benefit warranted the cost.
Anybody ever tell you should talk less?
Yeah. One guy.
Well, you're young yet.
Anyway, the matter I wanted your take on: you come across a fella like this, never sat a horse or roped a steer, wants putting on a hat to make him a, a buckaroo. You think it's up to gentlemen like us to disabuse him?
You're asking if we're keepers of some kind of flame. I guess my main take is I believe you're overestimating how much you and I have in common.
You really think this ends in a trial?
Shit, I hope so. All the work we've done.
What I mean is, you really think Boyd's gonna let us take him in instead of going out in a blaze like the outlaw he's spent his whole life trying to be?
Well, I guess that'll be up to him. [pointedly] Won't it, Raylan?
You ever notice how the necessities of our line of work weigh heavy on your conscience?
Always seemed to me, as far as conscience goes, the sweet spot is you either be poor enough you can't afford to have one or rich enough you can afford to hire someone to carry the weight.
[to Markham about Katherine] Oh. Uh, ripping you off that was her idea from the jump. Payback for you murdering her husband. I just, uh, [laughing] I just thought you ought to know!
Well, I've always loved you, Katherine. I just don't trust you.
Well, I accepted your proposal, Avery. Would it be so bad for the two of us to live together, not trusting each other, just like everybody else in the whole wide world?
[to Duffy] This isn't just about some code! You were as close to family as I ever had. I believed in you, Wynn. End of the day, you're a rat. And rats get exterminated, period. And I hate being called "Mikey"!
You know, it don't bother me much running into a cop from this town that's bent to shit. I grew up around here. Kinda expect it now and then. What irritates me is when you call 'em on it, and they give you this look like, "how dare you insinuate I'm a piece of shit tarnishing my badge?" I see you doing the math, whether you're gonna tolerate the insult. But you should know, one of your co-workers is in the hospital with brain bleed, and this boy's brother's dead, so you might wanna factor them items into the equation before you decide what you're gonna do next.
Number one, I don't like your tone. Number two, that badge don't mean shit. And number three, this boy's been bonded out fair and square. Matter of fact, I was just about to call the judge.
The marshal service have spent a lot of time and effort apprehending a fugitive that's now out on the run, and lives are in danger because of it, so every time you open your mealy mouth to lie, I think of that, and I start picturing how you'd look without any of your goddamn teeth.
You're being awfully flip for someone who's about to die.
What do you want me to say, Katherine? Yes, I ratted out Grady to Simon Poole and, yes, I killed Simon Poole because Simon Poole was gonna rat me out to Grady. The life we chose, huh?
Why kill Grady?
What do you care? You were schtupping Markham. You think about it, I did you a favor.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe you did. But Wynn, Grady was my husband. He was my partner. And here's how it works. You protect your partner, and you avenge them against people who do them wrong. That is something I strongly believe.
You got 48 hours, Raylan. That's all I can give you.
48 hours, bullshit. Who you got coming after me? Everybody?
You got too high an opinion of yourself. Of course, you always have. Everybody's out looking for Boyd. I'll be the one coming after you.
[to Katherine Hale's corpse] 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.
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-a stack of files this tall. Sits on my desk. It's got all kinds of witness interrogation and, um, 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.
Cold out here. Can feel it.
Ya, I was just thinking the same thing.
I appreciate the lie, Mr. Crowder. But we both know what you was thinking. Loose end and all.
You know my mind? Now, maybe I was gonna take your keys, let you walk.
[scoffs] So you could shoot me in the back? You're gonna have to look me in the eye, you pull that trigger. Nah, 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 got to say, you did do a pretty good job all that smoke you were blowing up my ass.
Ain't no smoke. But I will say this. Stories of outlaw legends, they ain't passed down by the families of the murdered.
Well, I don't give a shit about "the Ballad of Boyd Crowder". I'll be dead and gone when that song gets sung.
Old boy by the name of Hut McKean mean anything to you?
Let me guess. I killed him, 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.
[Boyd kills Hagan]
Goddamn, Raylan! How you know I wasn't some boy scout looking for his tent?
Your teeth glow in the dark.
You shot unprovoked. How am I supposed to take that?
As me aiming to kill you.
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.
I don't know where I am, either.
Why you want to kill me so bad, Raylan? You don't even know why. "Boyd Crowder must die!" That's just the lie you tell yourself, 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.
Well, whose eyes 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, keep you a hero? That makes for a hell of a bedtime story.
This is the only story here tonight.
[in the distance] Help!
You don't think that's Bob, do you?
Why would that be Bob?
Well, I shot him a couple times down at the trail head. I think he might still be alive. You ought to go run down there and see if you can't help him.
Bob can take care of himself.
Well, hell, Raylan. Then I have already won.
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