TEXT: Danny: God damn it. Dewey: What? Danny: Dewey, you ever think about wearing deodorant? Dewey: You saying I stink? Danny: All I'm saying is, you can't smell that, you best go get your nose checked. You girls ready? Danny: I'm about ready to kick your ass. Let's go. All right. We're done here. It's like we discussed... wait 30 minutes, then head out. Stay off the highways. No speeding... Danny: Drinking, s*x after midnight. You get lit up, you're just an employee of the hr towing company. You don't know sh1t about that cargo. Danny: Yeah, I got it, sweet tits. Yeah, well, you better. Now, where in the hell do you think you're going? Nah, I ain't smelling your ass all the way back to Kentucky. He's your kin. You ride with him. Don't screw this up. [ Engine turns over ] Danny: Told you. Carl's on his way. The boys ain't far behind. Darryl: Yes, sir. I told you they'd handle this sh1t. It's gonna be a good-ass morning. Boyd: [ Sighs ] I believe I can take it from here. Darryl: Old Jimmy's a bit of a cold fish, ain't he? Boyd: A tired fish, more like it, and I can't say I blame him. Darryl: Well, if you ain't too tired, I'd love to discuss something with you. Boyd: Well, make it quick, 'cause that couch you're sitting on is calling my name. Darryl: I like the way you handle yourself, Boyd. I know when a man is worth a sh1t, and you are. So I want to tell you this, 'cause I don't want no secrets between us. You know, full disclosure and sh1t. Boyd: Well, let me guess... Hot Rod's boys didn't pull no weapons on you? Awfully
SUMMARY:
Raylan partners with a maverick DEA agent whose bad behavior feels uncomfortably familiar, while Boyd makes a hard choice to protect Ava.