TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] He said he would pay me if-- if I found out when the drugs were coming in, so I found out. Boyd: She got a cellphone on her? [ Sniffles ] Boyd: Hello, Cousin Johnny. Yeah, well, Mr. Crowder ain't going to court. What? You're just gonna let him skate? No. I want you to kill him. Boyd: Now, the money I offered Paxton-- how about that ends up under your mattress? In exchange for what? Boyd: Telling him you did as he asked, put a bullet in the back of my head. Raylan: Rode Dickie Bennett's shirttails out of Tramble, on account of the scandal? How'd you know? Raylan: It's protocol to tell me when a known felon who's tried to kill me a couple times has been released. Dewey: Why did you do that to Messer? I've been... skimming, Dewey. Dewey: You son of a bitch! Boyd put me up to it. He didn't give me no choice. Dewey: You're gonna kill him? Darryl: No, Dewey. You are. Dewey: It's right down here. [ Sighs ] How come you keep your money all the way up here? Dewey: I got money squirreled all over, lest some fool happen across the whole chunk at once and clean me out. Well, I guess that's smart. Dewey: Hell yeah, it's smart. All we got to do is dig it up, pack our sh1t, and we're out of here. Put my cousin and all them assholes in our rearview. You bring the shovel? Jesus Christ, Messer. That's all we got to dig with? You said bring a shovel. This is my shovel. Dewey: Well, are you a midget? 'Cause that is a midget shovel. It's from my Boy Scouts for camping. I got it when I was a Webelo. De
SUMMARY:
Raylan ventures into wild country on the hunt for a missing informant, while Boyd's last living relative threatens his life and livelihood.