TEXT: Isn't it true that my client was drugged and abducted from Tramble prison against his will and better judgment? Raylan: What better judgment? Yes or no, deputy? Raylan: Yes. And isn't it true that my client was later drugged again and made to believe that his kidneys had been removed? Raylan: You might want to note for the record he thought he had four kidneys. Your honor, would you please direct the witness? Raylan: Yes. And isn't it true that on the occasion of your first meeting, you broke Mr. Crowe's nose? Objection. No basis in evidence. Judge Reardon: Ms. Keyhoe. I'm simply asking deputy Givens to corroborate his own report, your honor. Raylan: Was that in the report? You grabbed his hair and slammed his face into a steering wheel, and a few days later, you hit him in the nose with the butt of a shotgun... didn't you? Raylan: I don't remember putting that in the report. Deputy, perhaps you should just stipulate to having assaulted my client on not less than a dozen occasions. Objection! Judge Reardon: Counsel, approach the bench. Ms. Keyhoe, you getting anywhere near a point? Your honor, I've got a long list of federal inmates that are prepared to testify to their abuse at the hands of this man. Raylan: Your honor, that's bullshit. There's a $20,000 settlement on the table, Ms. Keyhoe. Mr. Vasquez, this goes beyond the abuses perpetuated against my client. I'm laying the foundation for a class-action lawsuit against the United States marshal service and the federal bureau of prisons. Judge Reardon: Ohh. Vasquez. Hmm? Judge Reardon: Just... Your honor. Judge Reardon: Two hundred. Mm. Judge Reardon: Two fifty. Little bit higher. Judge Reardon: Three hundred. Step back. Mr. Crowe, a settlement offer of $20,000 has already been made. The U.S. attorney has modified it to three hundred. Do
SUMMARY:
In the swamplands of Florida, Raylan tangles with a deadly branch of the Crowe Family Tree, while Boyd goes into the dark heart of the collapsing Detroit Mob.