TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] [Gunshot] Boyd: Ow! I had to kill three deliverymen, I got no dope, and my ear's damn near been shot off. We're going to Detroit. Where's our dope? One more shipment. That's it. Boyd: When? Two days. Maybe three. Raylan: I want you to swear you'll leave my family be. Or? Raylan: Or you'll die here in this limo. [Gunfire] Darryl: I'm afraid I'm fresh out of ideas. Florida's tapped out for us Crowes. Jean Baptiste: Let me ask you something. Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky? Dewey: I don't know sh1t about no dead coast guard. Raylan: What about your kin? Dewey: Them Florida Crowes are bad news. I take it you're here because my good friend Judge Bishop has Ava's case. How much? Boyd: $300,000. It won't happen. [Groans] Boyd: [Grunting] [Gasps] You killed him. [Groans] I didn't mean to do nothing wrong! But you did. Yeah, but I didn't mean to. But you did! [Groans] Didn't he? Yep. And you know what bring me down? You got all these damn crackers in this crew, and it's the nigga that had to go and screw sh1t up! What are we looking at? He say they shorted him. You believe him? [Chuckles] What is this sh1t right here? Is this where my missing drugs ended up? It ain't like that, H.R. I just messed up is all. So you ain't crooked. You're just a moron. Or may... maybe it was my fault. [Chuckles] Was I unclear in my instructions? You said pick up... pick up the dope in Lexington, I... I pay them two kids, and then bring the dope back. Sounds pretty simple to me. Can o'
SUMMARY:
Dewey's ruthless cousin Darryl descends upon Harlan, as Raylan tries to undo a young friend's unfortunate mess, and Boyd struggles to free Ava from jail.