TEXT: Wynn: You just missed him. He was here? Wynn: He was in my hotel suite. Why aren't you in your hotel suite? Wynn: He was murdered there. It's a mess. My guy Mikey's cleaning up now. Boyd Crowder is dead? Wynn: Very dead, indeed. I did it myself. How did you do it? Wynn: Two in the chest, one in the brain. Was rote but effective. Where is Mr. Picker? Wynn: Crowder blew him up. It's a long story. Anyway... Mikey's working double duty. I don't believe you. Wynn: Alberto, was it? Alberto, I'm not one to niggle over management styles, but let's say you would let me know you were coming, I could have preserved some proof for you. A head, say, or... a set of teeth. We'll take the skin. Wynn: The skin? Mr. Yoon prefers the skin. Wynn: Like... the scalp or... just everything? You understand that Mr. Yoon will be satisfied with your skin. Wynn: Alberto, fellas... I understand Mr. Yoon is hungry for revenge, if that's not too arch a phrasing, but I'm not the one that he wants. I'm not the one that made promises in the desert and then broke them. That was Crowder. Now Crowder's dead. I helped you. Maybe you did. Maybe not. Wynn: When Crowder set off that redneck I.E.D. and blew a hole in Mr. Picker, I killed him. I'm glad to be rid of him. He was nothing but trouble all along. Go to the car. Get the machete. Si. Mm. Wynn: But that's the past. You want help present tense? I can help present tense. The other one. The bird. Cuervo. The crow. Wynn: Darryl Crowe? Si. Wynn: I know him. I don't like him. You want him? I'll find him. Do that.
SUMMARY:
Raylan puts pressure on every criminal in town as a ploy to arrest Darryl Crowe Jr., while Boyd and Duffy enlist an unlikely ally to fight off cartel killers.