Jackie Nevada...Sounds like a name out of a Steve McQueen movie.
JNJackie Nevada
My stepdad wanted to call me Sierra, but he named me after my mom instead. She walked out on us before I had a memory of her. They never married, and Reno wasn't even my dad.
Your stepdad's name is Reno? The man's name is actually Reno Nevada? Some kind of lounge singer?
JNJackie Nevada
Card player. Taught me some tricks. Sometimes we get in games together.
Sounds like you had quite an upbringing.
JNJackie Nevada
He did okay. Best he could without my mom. I did see pictures of her posing nude in the backyard once, Reno left on the dresser.
But you never saw your own mother?
JNJackie Nevada
Lots of people haven't seen their moms or their dads.
Yet others do as much as they can to avoid them.
JNJackie Nevada
You just showed your cards.
EMEllen May
Do you think that, um, that I could ever be the kind of woman who belongs in these clothes? And walk into church and not have people say, "Now, ain't that sweet? The whore's come to get saved"?
I think If you pretend to be something long enough, it's not pretending.
[at Arlo's bedside] You're not gonna say anything, hmm? Just lie there and wait me out. Doc says you've been in and out and there's a chance you'd sleep all the time I was here, but we both know you're too mean to go that easy, so come on. Give me something. I ain't asking for an apology. Hell, that'd take too long, and I don't want any fatherly advice. Figure if you had any worth giving, you wouldn't be circling the drain in a prison infirmary. Just give me something. Who's Drew Thompson? Not for me, for your grandkids. They can grow up with a chief deputy for a daddy, hear stories about their granddaddy who wasn't just a son of a bitch.
[Arlo remains silent]
All right, Arlo. This is your last last chance.
[Arlo remains silent, Raylan moves to leave]
[Raylan stops]
[Raylan leans in]
[being led from the back room of the bar, in handcuffs] Raylan Givens! If you were coming down here anyway why have Shelby drag me in again?
I didn't have him drag you in the first time. [indicates the officer leading Boyd] What's going on?
OOfficer
What's it look like?
OOfficer
He's the boss, isn't he?
I just saw him not fifteen minutes ago, he didn't mention anything.
OOfficer
Maybe he figured it wasn't any of your concern.
Well except I told him I was coming here. I'm sorry, we haven't met; I'm deputy US Marshal Raylan Givens.
OOfficer
Well, all due respect—
'K, just, hold up. [to Ava] Is that an engagement ring?
'S a big rock, ain't it? Now as acrimonious as our relationship has been lately, Raylan, Ava and I discussed it and you still gon' be on the guest list.
[to Ava] You know the definition of crazy, right? [Ava shakes her head] Keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting it to come out different. [Ava chuckles]
OOfficer
Sir, I'm gonna need you to step aside.
Okay, maybe I'm crazy, or I'm just having a hell of a day: did you just give me an order?
OOfficer
You don't move, I'm gonna shoot you.
[Both draw, Raylan shoots the officer, Ava and Boyd yell in surprise]
[calmly] Jesus, I hope I got that right.
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.
