TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] [screams] [groans] Raylan: sh1t, Danny. I swear to god, I didn't see it, either. Darryl: That's rich coming from a woman so ashamed of her own son, she don't even admit she got one. [grunting] You need to decide right now. You a Crowe or not? Kendal: Yeah. Raylan: I was dating this social worker, Alison Brander. Kendal went to see her this afternoon... Art: And now you think they might be coming after her. All right, I'll take care of it. Raylan: Well, I can, uh... Art: No. I'll handle it myself. We just learned that Boyd Crowder has lost half our shipment. You have to ask yourself a question. Who am I gonna work with? Him, who most certainly's gonna get you killed... or me, who most certainly is gonna get you rich? You got yourself caught between a Detroit rock and a shitkicker hard place. Wynn: I could use some help. So what do you need? Wynn: An assessment. The rock or the shitkicker. You think you got protection from Judith, but you don't mean sh1t to her. [Ava grunts] [grunting] [indistinct shouting in distance] [faucet handles squeak] [indistinct conversations] [alarm blaring] [door closes] [sighs] Ava. Your elbow. [clears throat] Somebody gonna tell us what the hell's going on here? sh1t, Penny, I know you didn't forget the rules. No talking during lockdown. Matter of fact, next one opens her mouth buys a week in the hole. I want to let you know, my loyalty was always to you, Boyd. Boyd: Hm. That little fella give you what you needed? Boyd: As it happens, he did not. Can't help feeling it's a shame, you shelling out money and not getting anything in return. There's got to be something I
SUMMARY:
A shooting close to home forces Raylan and Boyd to decide which lines they're willing to cross.