Previously on "Justified"...
I overheard every word of
that conversation between you
and Crowder, and I want that money.
How am I gonna get my
hands on that money, you think,
while I am inside here?
Nap time's over, gimpy.
There you go.
What the hell, man?
You're free, brother.
Free where?
Where the hell am I?
You're out of Tramble.
Awesome!
If things go well.
How you doing, Ash?
Let's go.
You know where they're going?
I don't know what you're talking about.
So hard to get cellphone service in these holler roads.
Fine! But you got to promise me that
no matter how weird this thing
gets, you say I cooperated.
See, Tanner's kind of like my
talent scout, and from what I've
heard, you have been pushed to a
second-tier position at an
enterprise that's going nowhere fast.
You saying you got something better?
Devil, whatever led you
to believe that you could pull
this off?
Wait! Wait!
There's supposed to
be $3 million in here, Limehouse.
Look, it's all spent except
what you see right there.
I believe the terms of the deal are I receive the
money, and then we are through.
That's right. Those are the terms.
If things are going to plan,
we would've heard by now, so now
we got to do the other thing.
Come on! No!
Shh!
Hey, before you get in the
car, I may have a way for us to
make some more money.
What if he finds out?
What if who finds out about what?
What if Dickie Bennett finds
out you lied when you told him
this here was all that was left
of his mama's money?
Well, about the only way I
can see him finding out about
this here is if someone was to tell him.
I ain't the only one who
knows.
He does find out, you know he'll
- come looking for it. - Mm-hmm.
Be no stopping him.
Oh, I'll stop him.
Besides, I hear they fittin' to
send him back to Tramble.
Inside or out, $3 million buy
a lot of friends.
Well, anybody comes, we gonna
stop them.
How it's always been.
And why you asking questions?
You think I ain't taking care of business?
No, sir, Mr. Limehouse.
Just think we should get us a
couple Tramble brothers to shiv his ass.
No.
That ain't the agreement I made
with his mama.
I don't know your agreement
with his mama.
Boy, what is you really
asking?
Where that $3 million is?
No, sir.
So, you lay your head down at
night, and you dream about all
the living you could do with that money?
Boy, that dream will get you
killed quicker than a bullet.
Now, you know what you need to
know.
And it wasn't no $3 million.
Not near.
Now, you get that put away.
I'm gonna go check this smoker here.
Don't know why we're
out here freezing our asses off
instead of just tossing this
traitor in a slurry pond.
Devil was a friend
before he became a traitor.
You remember what your daddy used to say?
"Once you make up your
mind to kill a man, there ain't
nothing left to talk about."
Thinking about it only
makes it harder.
Well, maybe it should be harder.
That kind of attitude
might make a man blink when the
moment comes.
Did I blink?
Arlo, there's no need to rob the
bodies of the dead.
Thought we weren't robbing the dead.
This is devil's last gift to us.
We return to the great unknown a
man with a belly full of the
fruit of temptation.
May his entrance into that world
be more painless than his exit
from this one.
I'm sorry. I was trying not to wake you.
I was up.
Doing what?
You know...
Packing, making lists.
Looks smaller, doesn't it?
Yeah, well, they
always do, empty.
You remember the first time you
stepped foot in this house?
You came in in the dark that night, too.
I came in through the garden door.
Poor Gary.
Scared him half to death.
I apologized for that.
I remember coming
down these stairs and seeing you
in the kitchen and...
Knowing that my marriage to Gary
was over.
I thought you'd be angry, me coming home at
2:00 A.M.
Do you want a beer?
Seriously.
You're seven weeks' pregnant, ready to move.
I haven't done anything to line up a place for us.
I'm just out there running and gunning...
- All right. - You've convinced me. I'm angry.
I'm still not gonna fight with
you.
I'm done trying to change who you are.
And I'm... I'm done pretending
that I could ever feel about
anyone else the way I feel about you.
That may be the sweetest thing you ever said to me.
Want a beer or not?
Come on.
Wake up. Come on.
Wake up, shitbird.
Morning.
Relax, relax, relax, relax,
Relax.
Look, we don't have a lot of
time.
Well, actually, you don't have a
lot of time.
You ever see that movie where
the evil, spic-a-roo surgeon
snatches up the pretty gringo
tourists and cuts out all their
organs, sells them off to rich
folks who want to skip the
transplant line?
Well, it turns out that's... That's pretty much all bullshit.
- Jesus. - What did you do to me?
Most organs... your heart,
your lungs... won't stay viable
if removed outside of a hospital
setting.
Kidneys, though
You can take a healthy kidney,
put it on ice for two full days.
Reinstall it, and that baby goes
back to work without ever missing a beat.
Now, there are people all over
the world that are just chomping
at the bit to pay, $20,000,
sometimes 30 grand for a new
pair of kidneys, and they don't
give two shits where they came
from.
Y-you can't take my kidneys.
I already have.
Now, like I said, your kidneys
will do just fine for a while without you.
Unfortunately, you can't last
long without them.
Poisons are gonna begin to build up in your blood.
It's gonna make your skin change
color.
It's gonna feel like someone
reached inside of your guts and
literally just started twisting.
Eventually, you're gonna start puking blood.
Your body's gonna go into
convulsions, and then your
muscles are gonna seize up so
hard that your bones will actually break.
Well, how do I stop it?
You could go to the hospital.
Although, seeing as you're a fugitive, that means you're
gonna have to spend the rest of
your life getting dialysis treatments in a prison
infirmary.
Or you can buy them back from
me.
I don't have any
money.
I suggest you find some.
Let's say 20 grand.
You have...
Four hours to be at this address.
Now, Dewey, if you're late,
if you don't have the cash, if
you bring the cops, then I'm
gonna sell your kidneys to a
businessman I already have lined
up in Chicago.
Get out of the car.
Now!
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and corrections by GeirDM for www.addic7ed.com
You sure it was Dewey?
First car on the scene showed him the fugitive print-out.
That's why they called us.
What about fancy Lance?
You okay?
Yeah. Why?
When's the last time you slept?
Well, I was sleeping
like a baby till you called.
Lance the prison nurse?
Yeah.
I thought Dickie said Dewey was his hostage.
Oh, you're saying Dickie might be full of shit?
Or Dewey gave Lance
the slip.
They say which way he was coming from?
You really think a male nurse
gonna go "butch and Sundance" in a motel room?
Just butch.
He's a prison nurse.
What's that mean?
Means he might know enough law to realize he's
looking at felony murder for his
two dead partners.
You, uh, want us to use a
ram?
Or...
Lance, you in there?
Looks like we get to use the ram after all.
You're just dying to smash something, aren't you?
Did any of the witnesses of the
carjacking say Dewey was covered
in blood?
Perhaps a little pale?
Looks like somebody's
been killing chickens in here.
Maybe your boy Crowe got the
drop on him and it's the nurse's blood.
Dewey ain't the "get the drop on anyone" type.
More like the "running around with his head
cut off" type.
- Oh, my God. - Open the register.
- Okay. - Move it!
- Okay. - Don't make me hurt you.
Come on!
- Where's the rest of it? - Rest of what?
You heard me, man.
I just need the register.
Now, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.
Where's the rest of the cash?
I swear all the cash is in the register.
There's like 200 bucks!
All this expensive shit you got
here, there's only 200 bucks?
I'd barely get a blender with that!
Mostly our customers just use credit cards.
The receipts a-are in the
drawer.
Just... just take something,
anything in the store, and...
And... and sell it on ebay.
I don't have time for that.
I need cash.
Where do people use cash?!
He took $229 from the register, left
50-some-thousand-dollars' worth
of merchandise behind?
Well, he never was the sharpest apple in the city.
Why did he take so long to start traveling?
I mean, he could have driven all
day yesterday while we were busy chasing Dickie.
Could have robbed a mattress store in El Paso this
morning before crossing the damn border.
Hmm.
Well, maybe
Lawrence nightingale really di
take him prisoner.
Get it?
Lawrence...instead of Florence.
Lawrence nightingale.
Yeah.
I got it.
- Oh, Jesus. - Not again.
Don't tell me guys pay you by credit card.
I saw some girl on TV say she
could make 3,000 bucks in one night on the pole.
Now, granted, she was a 91/2
and you're a 6 if I'm feeling
generous, but I figured you'd be good for a grand or so.
It's 10:00 in the morning.
Lexington ain't hardly Vegas.
You think I don't know that?
It's not too late for you, son.
It's getting there.
Guy said I had maybe six hours
before my skin would start turning color.
First step is admit you need help.
I need money.
Son, drugs are a temporary
solution to a permanent problem.
You think I'm a tweaker?
Learned not to label others lest I be labeled.
Man, you don't know shit.
Do you know you're bleeding?
N-now, hold on!
You think this is a joke?!
I told him!
I told all of you!
I'm a desperate man!
"Desperate man," huh?
That's what he said.
He really bust out of Tramble?
He had help.
That where he got the transplant?
I'm sorry?
The kidneys? The cuts on his stomach.
He told you they were
from a transplant?
No, but when my aunt had her
kidneys swapped out for a new
set from this kid who drowned,
she had cuts in the same places.
Guy matching Crowe's description just knocked over a fluff 'n' fold.
I don't see what good
we're doing just trailing after his mayhem.
You stick with Dewey.
I'm headed to tyree medical, pay
a visit to Mr. ash Murphy.
The prison guard?
What makes you think he knows anything?
He said things might get weird.
I'd say this qualifies.
You never came home.
I just need a little
time.
You regret killing him?
I regret that he made
it necessary.
I want to show you
something.
Still hurts like hell sometimes.
Dickie Bennett's gonna pay for that.
Let me see yours.
We didn't get these working down
a mine or putting a car in a
ditch.
This is the price we pay for the life we live.
I chose this life, Ava.
So did I.
And whatever you decide, I'm in
it, same as you.
This, uh, fella that
put these ideas into devil's
head... a fella name of
Tanner... I got to decide what
to do about him.
Now, Tanner himself, he ain't so
much, but the people he works
for, well, if they decide to come in force...
I don't know that we're gonna be equal to it.
I don't believe that.
What the hell do you want?
Is that any way to greet the man who saved your life?
You ran me over. Twice.
Saved me from having to shoot you.
Do you not remember drawing down
on a federal officer?
You did not have to do it a second time.
You still had the gun in your hand.
Whatever.
- Okay. - You know what?
Instead of a "thank you," just
tell me what you meant when you
said things might get weird.
You really expect me to help you?
I know that junior and Coombs
got popped, which means I'm on
the hook for felony murder, right?
Which is a double life sentence.
You really expect me to believe
that you're gonna be able to cut
me a deal?
- What is this? Morphine? - Yeah.
You give it to yourself, what's to stop you from OD'ing?
Well, if you hit it too many
times, it locks itself out for a bit.
Come on.
What do you know about kidneys?
They're the Cadillac of beans.
Come on.
Ohh! Shit!
Shit's starting to wear off.
Come on, come on, come on.
Ash, you been futzing
with men's organs?
S-shit.
It was... it was Lance.
He was gonna strip them for parts.
He said that we'd get 50 grand
easy just for livers and kidneys alone.
He'd been doing it with bodies
at the Tramble morgue.
It wasn't me.
It was him.
His idea.
What I want to know now is who was doing the
cutting?
I don't know.
Excuse me. I thought I made myself clear
to the other detectives.
He... he won't give me my
morphine.
He hit me with his car.
He... he... I told him
everything that I know, and I...
Deputy U.S. marshal, ma'am.
Well, whoever you are, this man is my patient.
Well, he's my prisoner.
Don't worry about that. The machine cuts him off from
OD'ing.
I'm sorry.
What is so important that you
would treat him that way?
Do you know what he is, your patient?
Well, I know it's not supposed to matter.
Not to you, either, I believe.
You know, I got a question.
It's a medical one.
Say you took both a guy's
kidneys, then you closed him up.
If you're taking out both his
kidneys, there's no reason to close.
Say you did.
You made the two incisions. You wouldn't have to make
incisions 'cause you take the heart and the lungs first, and
you go in for the rest once the guy's open.
No, I'm not talking
about a cadaver or brain dead.
Oh, you're talking about a
healthy subject who's just
decided to donate both his kidneys?
Well, say he didn't
decide it... it was decided for him.
In a motel room. You ever hear of something like that?
I've heard of bigfoot, too.
Yeah, well, he's not my problem.
- You're crazy. - What?
A surgeon can't go broke out
Keenely and and get in debt to a shylock?
- They bet playing golf. - Yeah?
You know any of them bets more than he can afford?
Well, my money would be on
Dr. Boisineau, but that may just be wishful thinking.
- Boisineau, huh? - He's this young guy.
Always comes out of the O.R.
Thinking he's God, saving lives.
He thinks we should reward him.
He thinks that a nurse's job is
to slap instruments in his hand
and then go to bed with him.
He'll say, "hey, come on, I
got a room set aside.
We can make it a quickie or do the other."
I see. But you go for older guys. That it?
Point is you work around
Dr. blow job, you learn how to
turn him down without making him
angry.
You know, uh, where I
might be able to find this
Dr...Boisineau?
Well, unless he's got a procedure scheduled...
Maybe I'll check the
empty rooms, see if he talked
anybody into this, that, or the
other.
Your man came in the clinic and said he was bringing me
here, I thought maybe
Ms. Crowder took a turn.
Uh, no.
As a matter of fact, I wanted to
thank you for all the hard work
you did patching her up.
Mmm.
She doing her exercises?
I know they're painful, but she
can't let that scar tissue...
I didn't ask you here
to talk about Ava, but, as a
matter of fact, I am glad that
you mentioned pain.
Now, being a doctor, people...
people must come to you all the
time, in need of help with their pain.
- Mm-hmm. - As a matter of fact,
there are those who stand to
profit from that pain.
And I bet they come, too.
You mean pharmaceutical reps?
You know who I mean.
I ain't angry.
I just want to hear you say it.
Frankfort.
What are they offering?
I write them prescriptions.
They offer protection and oxy.
Have they delivered any
oxy yet?
Couple months' worth.
What do you want me to do?
- Well, you're a doctor. - I want you to sell it.
Sell their oxy and give you
the money?
They'll kill me!
Not if we can put you
somewhere where they can't find
you, like maybe with your mama
up in ewing.
Now, you don't think they know about her, do you?
I don't see how they could.
Well, now, way I see
this thing, you're between a
rock and a much, much harder rock.
I do not envy your position.
But you got to think, now, how
would your mama advise you if we
were sitting in her kitchen,
having this conversation, eating
jam cake at that little fold-out
table just to the right of the
back door that she never locks?
I need directions.
You know, if you put a
tablespoon of nail-Polish
remover in a cup of water, that
blood will wash right out.
- Yeah. - You know where this is?
Yeah.
Buckeye fork.
You going up there into God's country, huh?
I don't need the tourist guide... I just need to
know how to find it.
I'm not sure I like your attitude.
Well, I'm sure I don't
give a good goddamn either way.
Son, I'll ask you not to blaspheme in here.
Listen, you old shit,
I need to find this address.
Now, you gonna help me or not?
Well, let's say not, and
we'll just leave it at that.
Oh... oh, you want to leave it like that, huh?
You see what happens, dumbass?!
I was just gonna get the directions and be on my way.
Can't imagine you got much in this dump worth taking, but
whatever you got, you can give
over just for pissing me off.
Jesus Christ, are you deaf or
something?
Son, you've cursed his name
twice, and there's not gonna be a third time.
Got to be about the stupidest go...
Anybody talking to him?
I tried.
LPD is trying now.
He's not talking back.
Usually you got to
break his nose to get him to
shut up.
Come on, Dewey.
You're gonna have to talk to me.
We got options here, but you're
gonna have to meet me halfway.
Owner caught him in the leg, right?
- Yeah. - Any chance he hit
something major and he's just
passed out from blood loss?
Nah. I can hear him moving around in there.
You mind giving me a shot?
He kind of likes me.
He's your fugitive.
Knock yourself out.
He don't respond soon, though,
we are gonna have to take down the door.
Dewey?
Dewey, it's me... Raylan.
Can you hear me?
You hear that, Raylan?
Oh, he likes you, all right.
Yeah, I heard it.
Want to make sure you
know I have one in the chamber.
Save you asking if I can rack in
a load before you put a hole through me.
Well, as I understand it, you already got a couple
holes in you.
So, you know about my situation.
Yes, we are all well
aware.
These are the end times for Dewey Crowe.
The only choice I have left is
how I punch out, and I figure a
bullet is better than feeling my
body rip itself apart from the inside.
What the hell you talking about?
It's best you not
blaspheme in here, Raylan.
Apparently, the owner takes that real serious.
All right, Dewey.
Put the goddamn gun down and get your ass out here.
- Too late. - I was supposed to meet that
son-of-a-bitch nurse an hour ago.
Shop owner gave us the address.
I bet my skin's changing color, too.
Listen, Dewey.
As I understand it, dying of
kidney failure, aside from some
nausea, is pretty much like falling asleep.
Who told you that?
A doctor.
I was at a hospital not 30
minutes ago.
Well, Lance told me my
whole body would clench so hard, my bones would break.
Well, Lance sounds
like a goddamn liar.
Have you been pissing?
He took my kidneys,
Raylan, not my dick.
Your kidneys are for
pissing.
So why don't you try
taking a leak, and if you can do
it, then we know you still got your two kidneys.
Come on, come on.
Holy shit.
You mean I had four kidneys?
Ah. Ohh.
God bless you, son.
Oh, thank you, sir.
The address was an abandoned warehouse.
No sign of Lance?
No sign of him.
Could have taken off when Dewey
missed his deadline, or maybe he
was watching from somewhere when
KSP rolled up.
One last thing... ash Murphy.
How did he seem when you left
him?
He was in a little bit of pain.
Nothing he don't deserve. Why?
How's he seem now?
- He died of a stroke. - Dead?
Stroke's always a worry
post-surgery, especially with
the amount of trauma his body
had been through.
- He have any visitors? - Just you.
Yeah, but doctors?
The orthos saw him on their morning rounds.
Yeah, but what about,
uh... was it, uh, this
Dr. Boisineau, maybe?
Isn't he a transplant surgeon?
Mm-hmm. - I hear y'all call him
Dr., uh...
Where's the other nurse?
Layla?
- Layla? - Yeah, I talked to her
this morning. Local girl.
Cute as a pailful of kittens.
Well, it looks like we
have a friend in common.
Or, better yet, we had a friend in common.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news.
Now, can I trust you to relay
that information to the man you
work for?
There's a message that goes along with it.
Yeah?
What's the message?
Aah! Jesus!
Aah!
Now, you tell your boss
if he has anything to say in
reply, I'll be at my cousin
Johnny's bar.
Whoo-hoo. Aah!
Just down the road. They got two-for-ones on
Wednesday and Thursday if you
want to gimp on over.
Oh, nice to see you again,
deputy.
You mind if I come in, ma'am?
Layla.
And I'd mind if you didn't.
Your phone was off, so I figured I'd just come over
and push your buzzer till you answer.
Well, I always turn off my
phone when I've been working doubles.
Must be exhausted,
especially since you also work
at the transplant center.
You didn't tell me that.
Well, you didn't ask.
Just started working
the I.C.U. In the last 24 hours,
right after, uh, ash Murphy
checked in.
I'll tell you something... a
person with a suspicious mind
might think you had something to
do with something.
You want a drink?
I'd love one.
You didn't work yesterday,
though, did you?
Were you, uh, out with your
boyfriend?
What makes you think I have a boyfriend?
I'd like to talk to him just so
I can get him to vouch for you.
What's that?
You married?
Honey, I start arresting people
for committing adultery, I'd
never make it home for supper.
Wow.
Your imagination has me doing
some nasty things.
And, you know, you haven't even
mentioned how I gave Ash that
stroke this afternoon.
No, how did you do that?
How did I do that?
Did I inject an air bubble into
his brain, or is that just
another urban legend?
Like bigfoot?
Or stealing kidneys in motel
rooms.
- Layla? - Mm-hmm?
Have you been stealing kidneys in motel rooms?
If I said no, would you
believe me?
What the hell else was I supposed to do?
You didn't have to do
anything except stay hidden
while I talked him out of it.
What if you couldn't have?
Well, then I'd given him the
needle myself.
Did you at least have a plan
for what you were gonna do after
you stuck him?
Cut him up and sell him for
parts.
You want to take his kidneys?
Why not? We got to kill him anyway, right?
Oh, yeah, well, thanks to you.
Look, the point is we might
as well make ourselves a little
traveling money while we're at it, right?
It's not like this is our first time.
We're in the house.
All right, well, at least put him in the tub.
Keep from getting blood on my floor.
There you go.
Hey, you want to... you want to
give me a hand here or no?
I got to get another syringe
ready 'cause that one's gonna
wear off.
Look at me.
Kind of got my hands full, honey.
Well, set him down a sec.
It's not like he's going
anywhere.
I want you to look at me.
What is it?
It's a real shame, marshal.
Something tells me we could have
had fun.
I can't believe you shot me.
I can't believe it
either.
So...She shot him.
You shot her through him. Is that right?
If you say so.
It's all a bit foggy to me.
Deep breath.
Slow.
That's pretty
impressive, considering they had
you full of enough tranqs to stop a rhino.
She gonna make it?
Jury's still out.
Pressure and respiration are both normal.
Probably hung over for the
next day or two, but otherwise,
you're good to go.
Thank you, sir.
- She was surprised... - When I shot her.
She was pointing a gun at you.
What did she think you were gonna do?
I was surprised, too.
'Cause you never shot a
woman before?
I guess.
The infamous Boyd Crowder.
Feel free.
Hey, Jimmy, did he come alone?
Far as I could tell.
He's clean.
Uh, would you be so kind as to offer me a bourbon?
Pappy family.
Well, uh, Mr. Quarles,
I can see that you got my message.
Yes. Both of them.
Well, that's funny.
I thought I only sent one.
Well, no.
You assaulted one of my
employees, and then you
appropriated my product. I make that two.
Well, now, taking the
pills... that wasn't a message.
That was just me assessing you a
fine for sowing the seeds of mutiny.
Why don't we just split the difference?
Call it a gift...To mark the
launch of our new business venture. Thank you.
Well, if you wanted to
be my partner, why didn't you
come to me directly?
Call it a speed bump on the
road to cross-cultural
understanding.
The most important thing is I'm
here now.
Boyd, have you heard the saying,
"the most successful war seldom
pays for its losses"?
Thomas Jefferson.
Prison doesn't offer much, but
it does give a man ample time to read.
Amongst other things, I'm sure.
Bottom line, Boyd... you and I
make a lot more money as
partners than as enemies.
That can't come as news to an
educated man.
Uh, Mr. Quarles, have
you heard the term
"carpetbagger"?
It was coined during
reconstruction.
A man from the north comes down
to the South to take advantage
of our, uh, backward ways.
Yes, I'm familiar with the
term "carpetbagger."
Well, then you know to
a carpetbagger, "partners" just
means that, well, we do all the
work while you make all the money.
Amen to that.
Thank you for the bourbon.
Oh, uh, Mr. Quarles,
there's one more thing.
Carpetbaggers in three-piece
suits been coming to Harlan for
a long time.
They have a habit of dying off
like deer flies at the end of
summer.
Saul bellow.
Ah.
You're a smart man, Mr. Quarles.
Smart man.
Can't tell you how well I
sleep, knowing that you were out
there, my eyes and my ears.
Yep. From what you done told me, I'd
say that Mr. Quarles tried to
pull a fast one on Boyd Crowder
and ended up getting his hand slapped.
Well, like I told Mr. errol,
it was Tanner who took the beating.
Yeah, but you heard
boy Crowder tell him this was a
message for his boss, meaning
Mr. Quarles?
Mm-hmm.
Did, uh, Tanner say what he
thought Mr. Quarles' intentions
might be?
Just that he's some
water-walking badman from
Detroit, come down here to get
things running right, like they
used to.
You know, if I didn't know
better, I'd say, uh, Tanner got hisself a little old crush.
Mighty fine work, girl.
Mighty fine.
Now, you keep your ear to the ground, and remember I'm
counting on you.
You remember that guy in
new Jersey, had that
crematorium?
Funeral director.
Finish the service, and
then he'd call in his cutters,
and they'd harvest everything
out of the body that was worth
anything, and they'd throw the
rest of it in the incinerator.
Mm.
And the human body, when
you sell it on the black market
like that, I mean, that
you're talking about a quarter
of a million dollars.
I think this was more
of a mom-and-pop operation.
I'm just thinking that
might be where they got the
idea.
I'll tell you an idea
I had sitting in the tub,
ing to be cut open...
I should find another line of
work.
You've had a day or two.
I'm serious.
Nah, that will pass.
What?
Winona on your ass about it?
No.
No, she seems fine with the way things are.
She's a special lady.
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