TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Raylan: Are you, uh, a lawyer or...? Alison: I'm Loretta's social worker. At least you're not feeding me bullshit to get laid. Raylan: I was just about to get to that. You and your property are seized till the court makes its determination. I want these cuffs off and you people out of my house. Rachel: All this for doing Detroit's dirty laundry. Darryl: I'm afraid Florida's tapped out for the Crowes. Jean Baptiste: Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky? Dewey: Darryl. Darryl: It's good to see you, cousin Dewey. Were you there when it happened? It was Crowder, wasn't it? Is this the man who assaulted your husband? Like I said, it's not him. Lee will never again be the man that I married. So I'm in a tough spot. Boyd: You want that money. $300,000 and I'm gone. Wynn: I am here to tell you that everything is fine and the new shipment will be here very soon. I need to know when. Boyd: Day after tomorrow. They hit our shipment. Boyd: Clean it up. All of it. Boyd: I'm gonna ask you one time. Did you rip me off? Wynn: I'm not sure I like your tone, Boyd. Boyd: Well, then, let me repeat the question. Did you rip me off? Wynn: No. You see, I believe instead of wasting time accusing each other, we should focus on getting our sh1t back. Now, other than us, the only people who knew the shipment was coming in tonight were Mikey, your two shitheads, and that unwashed roomful of corner boys. Does anybody jump out at you? Boyd: Let me call you back. [ Clattering ] [ Both moaning ] [ Both laugh ] [ Cellphone ringing ] Alison: [ Moaning ] [ Beep ] Raylan: Shh. Alison: Huh? Raylan: What's up
SUMMARY:
Raylan is king for a day in the seized mansion of a notorious mob accountant, while Boyd tries to regain his stranglehold on the Harlan heroin market.