TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Just got transferred from the Harlan lockup. I'm Gretchen Swift. Ava: Ohh! You know, there's a rumor going around that a federal lawman was instrumental in the death of Nicky Augustine. Art: No sh1t. Raylan: It wasn't Barkley. And I can tell you that for a fact. Raylan: [ Groans ] Kendal: Couldn't wait to see me again, huh? Wendy: Let Ms. Brander do her job. Kendal: Talking to me is her job. Who else's wellness is she here to check on? Wendy: How long have you been going with that marshal? I have an eye for that sort of thing. [ Tires screeching ] Danny: [ Barking ] [ Door beeping ] [ Laughing ] Girl give you my message? [ Groans ] Boyd's got another shipment coming in. He's striking up a connection with the Mexicans. Well, sh1t. Boyd: I come in peace. Darryl: What you want? Boyd: I've got a job that needs doing. Both: What's the job? [ Gun cocks ] [SCENE_BREAK] Kendal: Hey, where y'all going? Danny: Nowhere. Darryl: Gonna make some money. You in charge while we gone. You up to it, right, little man? Danny: 'Course he's up to it. He's a man now, ain't he? Look after Chelsea while I'm gone. Darryl: You all right? Seem a little off the last few days. Kendal: No, I'm good. I'll take care of everything. Darryl: All right. Let me know. [ Indistinct conversations ] Five minutes left. Ava: I know. See, I know my guy ain't coming. In the beginning, they visit all the time. Then there's work emergencies, sick relatives. Last week, my guy had a "flat tire." That's why you ought to rely on the
SUMMARY:
Boyd and the Crowes fly South for a crucial drug score, while Raylan pursues a small time grifter with big time enemies.