TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Doyle: So what brings you both to our town? Mags: Raylan's looking for Boyd Crowder. Raylan: Actually, no. Rachel: We're looking for James Earl Dean. Jimmy: I came back here because of you, Loretta. Walt: When he came by here, he just said he was some bank man. Loretta: Well, he followed me into the shed. Walt: Oh, Jesus. Loretta: I'll go talk to Mags. She likes me. Mags: How is your daddy, Loretta? He taking care of you? Keeping a proper home? Loretta: He sits in his chair, mostly. Mags: When he's not growing weed without my say-so. As for the pervert, you don't have to worry about him no more. Jimmy: Get in. Loretta: [ Squeals ] Mags: Loretta okay? Walt: Fine, under the circumstances. Mags: Brought this'shine as a peace offering. Walt: It does taste like apple pie. Mags: It was already in the glass, not in the jar. Find the girl. Dickie: [ Panting ] Coover: Come on, Mary. Dickie: [ Groans ] [ Coughs ] Coover: Man. Dickie: Whoo! Coover: He ain't been dead long enough to be stinking like that. You think he sh1t himself? Dickie: Maybe you should check. Coover: Maybe I will. Dickie: Oh, boy. Yeah, get the lime. Go and get the lime. Coover: No, you get it. I'll spring the... Dickie: Hey! Go get the lime. Coover: I got the crowbar, Monkeynuts. You get it. What, are you worried that the lime's too heavy? [ Chuckles ] Let's go! How deep you reckon that is? Dickie: Why don't you jump in and find out? Coover: How come we got to use the lime? No way that stink can travel that far. Dickie: 'Cause
SUMMARY:
Raylan and Tim go to transfer a pregnant fugitive to give birth, but end up in the middle of a small-time human trafficking operation. Elsewhere, Boyd tries to adjust to civilian life with a familiar profession, and the Bennetts get a new addition to their clan.