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You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
Act One.
Scene One - Radio Station. Frasier is signing off for the show. Roz is in her booth.
Frasier: Till tomorrow then, this is Dr. Frasier Crane wishing you...
Roz knocks on the booth. Frasier looks around a sees a grumpy old man looking in through the screen.
Frasier: Oh, yes. Be sure to tune in later for the final broadcast of KACL's loveable curmudgeon, Chester Ludgate. You know, most of us here at the station were surprised to hear that he was retiring. I for one thought he'd never leave. [presses button]
Roz: [enters] So, should we order a pizza?
Frasier: Sorry?
Roz: Those PSA's you promised you'd help me with are due tomorrow.
Frasier: Oh gosh, Roz, I really am sorry. You know, it seems Mrs. Delafield's daughter is coming here to join us as an intern. I promised Kenny I'd show her around and take her to dinner.
Roz: So, while I'm working late, eating my vending-machine dinner, you'll be out having a gourmet meal with some cute rich girl.
Frasier: Oh, you can make anything sound unfair.
Roz exits to her booth as Kenny and the cute rich girl, Poppy, enter the booth. Poppy is like a character out of "Clueless": Long blond hair, dressed totally in a red "girly" outfit with red high heels and red hand bag. She speaks with an annoying, ditzy accent.
Kenny: Hey, Doc.
Frasier: Kenny, and who have we here?
Kenny: Dr. Frasier Crane, I'd like you to meet Miss Poppy Delafield. Well, gotta run. [swiftly exits]
Frasier: Poppy, what a pleasure to meet the daughter of our beloved station owner. So, what brings you to KACL?
Frasier cannot get a word in throughout the following.
Poppy: Well, I was in Paris last month - or was it Madrid? - No, Paris, and I said to myself, "that's enough gallivanting for you, young lady, it's time to get a job." So I flew home and asked my mother, Minnie, if I could nose around and see if some job, you know, spoke to me at one of her radio stations, or TV stations or newspapers. But not her brewery, thank you very much! So, here I am. Sleeves rolled up, ready to learn. Is this where you do your show? Of course it is, there's your mike right in front of me. Earth to Poppy!
She laughs; Gil walks past the booth in the corridor.
Poppy: There's Gil, I met him earlier. Hi, Gil!
She waves, Gil runs away. Frasier also waves and then wonders what he is doing and looks back at Poppy, who carries on.
Poppy: Nice man. I think it's marvelous what you do. To really help people. Unlike the psychiatrists I've been to, both of whom had some sort of, I don't know, narcolepsy. I sympathize, but if you can't stay awake, don't be a psychiatrist!
Behind her back, Frasier removes his cell phone, dials a number, and then hides it in his pocket.
Poppy: To do what you do, to face that microphone day after day and know that for the next three hours you're going to have to talk and talk and talk? I could not do it! I would freeze! Literally freeze!
She laughs giddily. Then the phone on the console rings, stopping her.
Frasier: Excuse me. [grabs the phone] Hello? Yes, Dad. All right, calm down, calm down. Was there much blood?
Poppy: Oh my gosh!
Frasier: All right, Dad, I'll be there as soon as I can, hang on a second. [puts phone to chest, to Poppy] I'm terrible sorry, there's been a small emergency at home. I'm gonna have to pass on today, may I take a rain check?
Poppy: Oh, and we were having such a nice chat.
Roz enters.
Frasier: This is Roz, my producer. You know Roz, I'll gladly do those promos if you would be so kind as to take Poppy to dinner and answer her questions.
Roz: Sure, if you don't get bored listening to me drone on about radio.
Frasier: Oh, I don't think there's much chance of that!
Poppy whizzes Roz out of the booth, chatting to her on the way.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Scene Two - Frasier's Apartment. Frasier and Daphne are sitting at the dining table. Martin enters and hurries Eddie into the apartment, checking the hallway for people.
Frasier: What the hell is happening?
Martin: Well, remember last week when Eddie killed his first rat? And how proud I was? I told you that story, right?
Frasier: Yes, Dad, you told us. If you had a guitar you would have written a ballad.
Martin: Well, we were just down in the basement and I saw another rat. I said, "go get him, boy!" So just as he picked him up, had him in his teeth, shaking the life out of him, and I hear this little bell, ting-a-ling. And I thought, "that's funny - rats don't wear bells!"
Daphne: Oh, little Robbie Greenberg's missing hamster!
Frasier: Yes, I read that flyer. He was offering a ten dollar reward.
Martin: Well, the most we can claim at this point is about six-fifty.
Frasier: You know Dad, this is actually your fault. You know if you hadn't encouraged him after he killed his first rat he wouldn't have moved on to murdering hamsters!
Martin: Well, what are you talking about? We don't know it was Eddie who killed him. He might have had a heart attack, or some kind of seizure when he bounced off the boiler!
The doorbell sounds. Frasier crosses the room and opens the door to Niles. He is carrying a magazine and two tickets. A smile is beaming across his face.
Frasier: Niles!
Niles: Prepare to whoop like a sweepstakes winner. Cancel our dinner! I've scored us two seats, front row for the event of the season.
Frasier: You mean...?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: But...?
Niles: I know! [proudly holds up the tickets]
Frasier: Niles!
Martin: [aside to Daphne] I love it when they do it this way, I can pretend it's a Seahawks game.
He sits in his chair as Frasier eagerly takes the tickets and scans them.
Frasier: My God, it's for the Cecilia Bartoli concert! My God, they've been sold out for months. How on earth did you score these tickets?
Niles: I simply phoned the box office and said this is Niles Crane, the new arts critic for "The Monocle."
Frasier takes in a gasp of half delight for his brother and half jealousy as Niles slaps the magazine on the table.
Daphne: "The Monocle." Isn't that that magazine they hand out to rich people in all the snootiest apartment buildings?
Niles: And the snootiest hotels.
Frasier: How could this happen, Niles?
Niles: I was at a party thrown by the publisher, Olga Suerbread. The pretentious fop who had the job before me was there too, spouting sheer drivel about Leonard Bernstein. Being polite I kept my tongue sheathed. Until he referred to Bernstein's conducting as "overrated."
Frasier: [indignant] I assume you pounced?
Niles: [dignified] Like a ninja! By the time I had finished with him, Olga could see I was a far better critic than that arrogant poseur.
Daphne: She fired him right there?
Niles: Well, he was leaving anyway for his junior year abroad.
Frasier: Well, it's a post. Congratulations are in order. You know, who would have thought my little brother a professional music critic?
Niles: Oh, oh, and not just music. I can review anything I want. Theater, dance, art exhibits.
Frasier: You don't say?
Niles: Yes, from now on, wherever we go, I'll be armed with my trusty pad and penlight.
Frasier: Wherever we go? What fun.
Niles: [takes some opera glasses from his pocket] I'll have to take a damp cloth to these opera glasses, although I don't know what will we use them for, sitting in the front row? Unless it's to scan the faces of the jealous people behind us.
Niles exits to the powder room.
Martin: So, are you sure you're okay with Niles getting this critic job?
Frasier: Why wouldn't I be, Dad?
Martin: Oh, come on, I know what it's like with you two when one of you gets something the other one doesn't have. It's like when you were kids. Niles got a telescope, so you had to have a telescope. You got that funny little guitar, Niles...
Frasier: Dad, it was called a lute!
Martin: Oh yeah, whatever.
Frasier: Dad, believe me, I do not envy Niles his critic's job. As kids we would aggravate the situation by flaunting our toys in each other's faces. We're much more mature than that now, all right?
Niles enters from the powder room.
Frasier: Niles, you know, it's about time we got going. We don't want to be late for the curtain.
Niles: [flaunting] Don't be silly, I'm press now. They'll hold it.
Niles walks out with great esteem, his chin pointed up. Frasier grovels behind him, ignoring Martin's smug look.
[SCENE_BREAK]
HOW A POPPY BECOMES HEROIN
Scene Three - Café Nervosa. Front stage, Frasier and Roz are having a coffee and a chat together. Meanwhile upstage, Poppy is telling a weary crowd around her (including Gil and Kenny) about her life.
Poppy: So, that's how it ends: B minus average, ten extra pounds and still no boyfriend.
Front stage, Frasier and Roz watch on.
Roz: I see Poppy's having a little party.
Frasier: That's not a party, that's a hostage situation.
Roz: Thank God today is her last day. You know, this morning she cornered me by the coffee machine and told me her whole life story. I just wanted to grab her by the throat and say, "What am I, your biographer? Shut up!"
Frasier laughs. Gil finally gets out of the "party" and arrives at Frasier's table.
Gil: Dear God! I thought I'd never break free. I feel like a mongoose at the mercy of a chatty cobra.
Gil exits as Niles enters with a newspaper.
Niles: Hello, all. I see you all ready have the "Times." I'm quoted there today.
Frasier: In the "Times?"
Niles: Yes, here, [shows Roz the bit] it's in an ad for "St. Joan": "'Incandescent,' Niles Crane, 'The Monocle.'"
Roz: [stands] Wow! Excuse me while I go and tell all my friends I know you!
Roz goes off to the counter as Niles takes her seat.
Niles: [yawns] Forgive me. Olga and I were up till all hours at a party for the "Royal Shakespeare Company." I'm rubbing pretty impressive shoulders these days. And to think it's all because I have a small column.
Frasier: [keeping his eyes on his newspaper] That would certainly be the Freudian interpretation!
Niles: If I were to review that attitude I would say it was a chilling portrait of malice and envy.
Frasier: Oh Niles, I'm not the least bit envious that you get to spout off in that glorified cat-box liner.
Niles: You just can't stand it that my opinion means more than yours. That the arts community looks to me for my insight, my approval, my thumbs-up.
Frasier: I think we both know what your thumb's up these days!
Niles's temper flares, and he gets up.
Niles: That's a good one, Frasier. Perhaps you should use it in your column. Oh, that's right - you don't HAVE one!
He exits and Roz joins Frasier with their coffees.
Frasier: That smug jackass!
Roz: Frasier, you have a radio show. If you wanted to say what you thought of a play, what's stopping you?
Frasier: It's not the same thing as being a real critic, Roz. You don't get free tickets... you don't get quoted... forget hobnobbing.
Roz: My God, this competition between you and your brother is sick. Your obsessive one-upmanship. You're both going to end up bitter old cranks like Chester Ludgate.
Frasier: You know, you do raise a good point, Roz.
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: Chester's time slot is free, I could do my own arts show.
Kenny passes, trying to hide from Poppy.
Frasier: Kenny? Listen, Roz just had a wonderful idea.
Kenny: Yeah, doc?
Frasier: What do you say about yours truly hosting a bouncy little show about the arts in Seattle?
Kenny: Culture? Wow! That's a great idea, let me chew on that and I'll get back to you.
Kenny exits.
Frasier: Great! You see, Roz, he loved your idea
Roz: That was not my idea.
Frasier: It was too your idea.
Roz: It was not...
Kenny enters again.
Kenny: Look, Doc, honestly, I feel kinda bad about what I just did. I let you think there was a chance that I might you let you do this culture show and... there's not.
Frasier: No chance at all?
Kenny: No. I mean, come on Doc. You, culture, opera. Who's listening? Not me! [laughs]
Kenny exits.
Frasier: Damn! I think my show's a good idea.
Roz: Well, Kenny's the station manager and he doesn't.
Frasier: You know what, frankly, I don't like his attitude. He acts as if he owns the station but he doesn't. Someone else does.
Roz: Poppy!
Frasier: The next best thing, her mother!
Roz: No, Poppy.
Roz points to Poppy who is coming over. Roz quickly picks up her bag and exits.
Poppy: Hi, Frasier.
Frasier: Hello, Poppy. Gosh, would you care to join?
Poppy: I can't. Mummy's taking me shopping. She spoils me something horrible, I guess it's an "only child" thing. Anything I want, I just have to ask.
Frasier: [getting an idea] Anything you want? Well, that's interesting. You know, Poppy, we could join each other for lunch after your shopping spree.
Poppy: Oh, I'd love it.
Frasier: Would you really? You know, it just seems a shame you leaving the station and us never really getting to know one another.
Poppy: Oh, it hasn't been easy. I mean, with you having those dental appointments everyday.
Frasier: [guilty] Yes. Let me walk you out. [stands up]
Poppy: You know, I should get the name of your dentist. I can't find one I like. They're always giving me Novocaine when I don't need it and then it's hours before I can talk again.
Frasier: Oh yes, well, I can give you his number, although I'm not sure he'd be any different.
Frasier and Poppy exit. End of Act One. Act Two.
Scene One - Frasier's Apartment. Daphne is sat, irritated, on Martin's chair. Frasier and Poppy are sat on the sofa with wine and paté on the table. The last chords of a Beethoven piece is being played on the stero. Frasier is air- conducting as Poppy is laid back listening.
Frasier: Divine Beethoven. Extraordinary, isn't it?
Poppy: Oh, yeah. And do you know what makes it more amazing?
Frasier: What?
Poppy: [declares] He was deaf!
Frasier reacts to this. Daphne just stares at her as if she's mad.
Frasier: Daphne, more paté please.
Daphne picks up the paté dish still staring at Poppy before she exits to the kitchen.
Frasier: Poppy, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to meet someone who shares my passion for the arts. It's a rare thing to find in Seattle, believe me.
Poppy: Is it?
Frasier: Oh yes, sadly. If only more people were better informed about our city's rich cultural treasures. [hinting] But what can we as mere radio folk do?
Poppy: Well... [delayed reaction] What about a radio show all about the arts in Seattle?
Frasier: Oh my God, Poppy, that's a wonderful idea. How do you do it, you just pull these things out of the air! Good Heavens, of course we'll have to find ourselves a proper host, but who?
Poppy: Well someone very smart.
Frasier: Oh, indeed.
Poppy: And cultured.
Frasier: [French] Bien Sur!
Poppy: And with a lovely speaking voice.
Frasier: [articulated] Oh, I don't think we need to look too far.
Daphne enters with the paté.
Daphne: Here you go. It's very rich, so don't spread it on too thick!
Poppy: Frasier, I'm so glad you're on board with this.
Frasier: You know, my only concern is will Kenny go for it? You see, he's a bit of a Philistine. It might be better if the suggestion came not actually from us but from... [no response] someone else.
Poppy: Who?
Frasier: Well, someone with more authority, power, influence... [no response] Someone older... [no response] A woman perhaps...
[no response]
Daphne: [fed up] Your mother! He means your mother!
Poppy: Oh, what a great idea. I'll call her. [stands]
Frasier: Here, use mine.
Poppy: Thank you.
Frasier hands Poppy his mobile, she sits and dials.
Poppy: Hello, mummy. I'm with Frasier Crane and we think there should be an arts show on KACL. But I really like this idea! So, you'll call Kenny and tell him you want this, okay? Love you too, okay, bye. [hangs up]
Frasier smiles at Daphne, Daphne gives a sarcastic smile back.
Poppy: And the first show should be?
Frasier: Why don't we start tomorrow? But we'll need something to review.
Poppy: That revival of "A Streetcar Names Desire" opens tonight.
Frasier: Brilliant, let's go together. I'll see you at the theater.
Poppy gets up to the door and is greeted by Martin who enters with Eddie.
Martin: Oh, Poppy.
Poppy: [to Eddie, loudly as if he is a baby] Hewwo, wittle Eddie, did you have a good walk? [Eddie runs off]
Martin: Actually, we've just been to the vets.
Poppy: [standing in door way] I had the cutest little dog when I was young, named Mr. Poops, every time we took him to the vets he...
Martin slams the door on her, drowning out her ramblings.
Daphne: You took Eddie to the vet, is he sick?
Martin: No, it turns out the building security camera caught Eddie taking out Robbie Greenberg's hamster. So this Greenberg kid's trying to make Eddie out to be some kind of pit bull, he's organizing some petition to get him banned from the building.
Frasier: [repressing glee] Oh Dad, that's terrible.
Martin: Yeah, it is. I don't know, I just wanted everyone to see what a nice, calm, friendly dog Eddie was.
Frasier: Why did you take him to the vet?
Martin: Tranquilizers. They don't even work anyway. I gave Eddie one of those pills on the ride home, they didn't do a thing to him. I don't know, I think maybe he needs something else.
Daphne: Uh, Mr. Crane?
Daphne points to Eddie laid, seemingly unconscious, on the upstage floor. Martin looks.
Frasier: Looks like all he needs is a lava lamp and some sitar music.
The doorbell sounds. Frasier crosses to the door and opens it to Niles.
Frasier: Niles!
Niles: Well, I'm glad to see you're in a better mood. I was hoping you'd lend me your Tennessee Williams biography. I have to review that revival of "Streetcar" tonight and I wanted to throw in some background stuff.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry Niles, you know, normally I would have lent it, but I'll be needing it myself for my own review.
Niles: Oh. Well, in that case I'll... [realizes] What?
Frasier: Oh, that's right, you wouldn't have heard. You see, starting tomorrow I'll be doing my own little arts show on KACL, twice weekly.
Niles: You envious reptile!
Frasier: [picks up plate] Paté?
Niles: I achieve one thing, one tiny distinction you don't have, and what do you do? You run whining to Kenny for extra airtime.
Frasier: I did no such thing!
Daphne: No, he went to that Poppy woman instead.
Niles: Poppy?!
Frasier: [to Daphne] Is this a panel discussion?
Niles: You loathe Poppy!
Frasier: I do not, I think she's delightful, [to Daphne] isn't she?
Daphne: She's an idiot!
Niles: You conniving copy-cat! You have to have whatever I have.
Frasier: I don't have what you have. My audience is twice as large as yours is!
Niles: Well, at least my audience can read!
Frasier: How dare you review my audience!
Niles: I'll review anything I want to!
Niles and Frasier, bickering, exit to the kitchen. Martin is laid back in his chair listening to them as Daphne watches Eddie.
Daphne: [referring to Eddie] I've never seen him like this. Eyes bulging, tongue lolling out...
Martin: Oh, he always gets that way when he fights with Niles!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Scene Two - Radio Station. Roz is in her booth getting ready for the show as Frasier enters.
Frasier: Good morning, Roz.
Roz: Hi.
Frasier: Are you ready for our debut? I'm thinking of calling the show, "Frasier Crane's 'I'll Say'." But with the "I'll" spelt like a theatre aisle.
Roz: [sarcastic] That should work real well on radio! You better watch out for Kenny, I heard he's pretty mad at you for going over his head.
Frasier: He can't be mad at me, the whole thing was Poppy's idea. [Poppy runs by outside] Oh, here she is now, come to wish me luck.
Frasier and Roz enter the main booth where Poppy also enters.
Poppy: I was afraid I wouldn't get here in time.
Frasier: Oh, here, here. [sits her down in his chair] We've got a few minutes to go before the show starts. Take a seat, catch your breath. Oh gosh, I'm really glad you made it. You know, it wouldn't be a proper debut without you.
Poppy: Wow! All these buttons, how do you do it?
Frasier: Oh, it's not that complicated, really. You know, I turn on the mike here, these are my call buttons. Oh, and I push this button here if I want to cough. [shows her]
Poppy: How does it make you cough?
Roz and Frasier share a glance.
Frasier: You know, Poppy, I hate to rush you, but we've just a couple of minutes before the show so...
Poppy: [screams and stands up, only to sit back down again taking a script out of her handbag] I better get a move on. [reads her script]
Frasier: Poppy, what are you doing?
Poppy: Getting ready for my show.
Roz: [confused] One minute!
Frasier: Your show?
Poppy: Well, okay, our show. After all, it was your idea for me to do it. [shouts] Everybody, everybody come in here, please.
Everybody from the corridors comes to the doorway to listen to her. Even Kenny and Gil stand by.
Poppy: Before I begin my new show I just want to say a few words. Yesterday, I was ready to leave KACL. To run away like I have from so many other challenges. It was the support of one man, Frasier Crane, [Frasier looks horrified at what he's done] that helped me overcome this shyness many people may have observed in me, and to follow my dreams. [crying] Oh my God, I want to cry.
Gil: We all do.
Roz: [angry] Ten seconds!
Poppy gives a little shriek of excitement. Everyone exits apart from Poppy, who puts on the headphones. Roz to her booth. Kenny, Gil and Frasier to the corridor.
Gil: How could you do this to us?
Frasier: I had no idea she intended to stay.
Kenny: That's not what her mother told me!
Gil: And I thought I'd seen some cruel pranks in the army.
Frasier: I assure you, she is way out of her depth here. Any moment she'll realize she's in over her head, she'll be begging me to go in there and take over for her.
Meanwhile, Poppy's show begins.
Poppy: [slow, excruciating voice obviously reading from a script] "A Streetcar Named Desire" is a very powerful Broadway play. It was made into a movie starring Marlon Brando. This gave the play a very personal relevance to me, as I once sat next to Mr. Brando on the Concord and we had a very lovely chat until a sudden cramp forced him to change seats."
As Poppy's show continues, Frasier slowly collapses into a heap against the booth door in the corridor, almost crying at what he has done.
Poppy: "Streetcar" tells the tragic tale of [Southern accent] Blanche DuBois, who's a very gentile, very proper Southern lady. [as if it is a horror movie] Or is she?!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Scene Three - Café Nervosa. Frasier enters the café to find Kenny, Gil and Roz chatting at a table. They all turn away from him and stop talking. Roz puts her purse on the free seat, forcing Frasier to sit with his brother. Rather than looking smug, however, Niles looks strangely sympathetic.
Frasier: Go ahead, Niles, I know you were listening.
Niles: Well, I wish you'd lent her your Tennessee Williams's biography. She wouldn't have kept forgetting his name and calling him "Indiana Jones."
Frasier nods painfully.
Niles: If it's any consolation, I got fired from "The Monocle."
Frasier: [stops the smile creeping to his face] Niles, I'm sorry.
Niles: I panned a wretched musical, not realizing the lead was the person who does Olga's hair.
Frasier: She fired you just to placate her hairdresser?
Niles: Electrolysist. And if you'd ever seen her in a sundress, you'd forgive her as I have.
Frasier: Oh, I am sorry, Niles. Gosh, it's a shame, really. You know, I know how much you loved that job, and to lose it in such an unceremonious fashion.
Niles: Well, you know... I was thinking of quitting that job anyway.
Frasier: Oh?
Niles: I thought I was spreading myself too thin. Getting distracted from my real work.
Frasier: I had the exact same thought. Even as I was preparing my show, I thought, "Am I being fair to my regular listeners?"
Niles: They do depend on you.
Frasier: As do your patients.
Niles: Thank you.
Frasier: God, is it any wonder we find ourselves ex-critics?
Niles: We were meant to lose those jobs.
Frasier: It's as if the Gods of psychiatry, jealous of our dallyings, have quietly stepped in and put things right.
Niles: Well put!
Frasier: Thank you. You know, Niles, if you're feeling a bit hungry, we could catch an early dinner and then...
Niles: Oh, oh, and then catch the new Stoppard play.
Frasier: You know, it's just a shame my listeners never got to hear my review of "Streetcar."
Niles: Insightful?
Frasier: Groundbreaking!
Niles: As was mine.
Frasier: Yes well, it takes a psychiatrist to interpret that play.
Niles: Indeed.
Frasier: All right, you go first.
Niles: All right.
Frasier: Go.
Frasier and Niles cross to the door as Niles recites.
Niles: "A descent into madness, and it was well worth the trip in this incandescent revival of 'A Streetcar Named Desire'...."
Frasier: Just a moment Niles, "incandescent," isn't that the word they quoted you on in "The Times?"
Niles: Well, yes.
Frasier: You use that all the time.
Frasier and Niles continue bickering as they exit. End of Act Two.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Radio Station - Poppy exits the studio after her first show and eagerly looks around for someone to share the moment, but the hallways are empty. Puzzled, she leaves, and the station staff emerge from doorways and stairwells all over the station.

Summary:

Output: The owner of KACL has sent her daughter, Poppy Delafield , to start an internship at the station. Everyone finds her unbearable because she can never stop talking, though they are all too polite to say so. Meanwhile, Niles has been appointed art critic of a posh magazine, The Monocle , and is now attending performances for free and socializing with the elite of Seattle. Jealous of Niles's position, Frasier approaches Poppy to propose that he host a new arts show on KACL, but she misunderstands and becomes the host of the new show herself.

... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]


Input:
You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
Act 1 Scene 1 - KACL
[Fade in. Frasier is on the air.]
Frasier: Gosh, it's been such fun talking about psycho-pharmacological solutions to maladaptive personality traits that I can't believe the three hours is almost gone. Up next is the news followed by...
[Roz raps on the window and holds up a note that reads 'BIKE-A-THON".]
Frasier: Oh, but Roz is reminding me that next Saturday is the first annual KACL AIDS Bike-A-Thon. It's bound to be an afternoon of family, fun, and lots of surprises, so dust off your velocipedes and I'll see you there.
[He disconnects and stands up as Kenny comes in.]
Kenny: Great pitch, Doc. So, uh, what are the surprises?
Frasier: Well, first and foremost: I am not going.
Roz: But you just told them you'd see them there.
Frasier: Yes, Roz, I'm merely getting the rubes into the tent. I will gladly give my money, but spending the afternoon riding bicycles with a bunch of hooligans is not my idea of fun.
Kenny: It's just kids and families.
Frasier: Yes, well so was the KACL family picnic at the zoo, until those urchins jostled me into the orangutan grove. Let me
tell you: orangutans are not the playful gentlemen of the trees the nature shows claim.
[Julia walks in.]
Julia: Hello.
Kenny: Hey, Julia.
Frasier: Julia.
Kenny: You're goin' to the Bike-A-Thon, right?
Roz: Oh, don't embarrass her, Kenny. I mean, it's gotta be tough, finding a comfortable bike seat when you're such a tight-ass.
Julia: This from a woman who "peddles" her ass all over town.
[Roz starts for her.]
Roz: Okay, lady...
[Frasier grabs Roz and pulls her back.]
Frasier: All right, stalemate. Well done, well done. Keep moving, come on.
[He ushers her back to her booth.]
Kenny: So, Bike-A-Thon, you're in, right?
Julia: Nah, I can't be bothered, I'll just send a check.
Kenny: Oh, cheese and rice, what's wrong with you people?
Julia: Relax, Kenny, I'm just pulling your leg. How can I not go? This is funding AIDS research, for God's sake. I know you think I'm heartless and self centered, but at least give me credit for being human.
Kenny: Well, Frasier's not goin'.
[Frasier lets out a forced, fake laugh.]
Frasier: What? Kenny, come on! I was pulling your leg too! I tell you what, we should have a fund raiser for your sense of humor. All right, I'll see you there.
[He claps Kenny on the back, then crosses through Roz's side of the booth.]
Roz: You're pathetic.
Frasier: I know.
[He exits. Fade out.]
Scene 2 - Frasier's Apartment Building
[Fade in. Martin is hurrying to catch the elevator.]
Martin: Hold it!
[He hurries and presses the button so the doors open again. He steps inside, then notices the other person. It is Cora Winston, the mother of Frasier's upstairs neighbor, last seen in [9.24] "The Love You Fake."
Martin: Cora. Hi.
Cora: Marty.
[The doors close and the elevator starts up. Martin looks nervous, Cora looks firmly ahead.]
Martin: Visiting your son?
Cora: Yes.
Martin: Cora, I'm sorry, but I gotta ask you. What happened? I thought we had a pretty nice thing, but then you stopped returning my calls.
Cora: Why don't you ask your other girlfriend?
Martin: What other girlfriend?
Cora: That bizarre English lady who told me to leave you alone. Because she was in the British Secret Service and had a license to kill.
[The doors open.]
Cora: Here's your stop.
Martin: Oh, geez, that was Daphne's mother. She had a thing for me, but it was never mutual.
[The doors close and the elevator continues.]
Martin: Did she show you a badge? Always ask to see a badge.
Cora: I knew she wasn't a secret agent. But she was pretty convincing about the two of you.
Martin: Oh, Cora, I'm so sorry. It's not true.
[The doors open again and they step out into the foyer on Cam's floor.]
Cora: I'm sorry too. I should have asked about her.
Martin: Well, hey, it's cleared up now. Maybe we could pick up where we left off. Or skip ahead, your choice.
Cora: That would've been nice, but I've been seeing someone lately.
Martin: Oh, sure, of course you have. Stupid of me.
Cora: But I'm very glad to see you again. Please give Eddie my love.
Martin: Oh, yeah. He'll be sorry he missed you. He liked your ankles.
[She goes into Cam's apartment. When the door closes, Martin smacks his cane against the floor in frustration, then turns and mashes the button for the elevator, furious. Fade out.]
Scene 3 - Frasier's Apartment
[Fade in. Gertrude and Daphne are on the couch. Niles is leaning against the table behind it. Frasier hurries in.]
Frasier: Oh, sorry for the hold up, guys. Ah, listen, I think it's best if we take separate cars to the flower show. See, later I have to go buy a bicycle.
[Daphne gets up and heads to the kitchen.]
Niles: For whom?
Frasier: Well, for me. I've been dragooned into riding for the KACL AIDS Bike-A-Thon.
Niles: Poor devil, spending the day on a bike. I don't envy you.
[He starts seriously, but a malicious grin breaks through. Daphne sticks her head out of the kitchen.]
Daphne: Niles, why don't we enter the Bike-A-Thon?
[She ducks back into the kitchen, leaving Niles stunned and nervous. He looks to Frasier, who is grinning.]
Frasier: You had to see that coming.
[Daphne comes out of the kitchen.]
Daphne: We can all go to the shop together, after the flower show.
Niles: Sure, why not.
Gertrude: Oh, you two would look so cute on matching bicycles.
Niles: I guess it would be a kick, eh Frasier?
Gertrude: Not you two, ya nit! You and Daphne.
[Martin comes in, slams the door and points at Gertrude.]
Martin: You!
Gertrude: Hello.
Martin: I just had a very interesting discussion with Cora Winston. Seems someone claiming to be my girlfriend scared her off.
Gertrude: Oh dear. Is she the woman from the bookstore?
Martin: No. The bookstore?!
Daphne: Mum, is this true?
Gertrude: Well, I'm sure I don't know what Marty's talking about, but it was probably back when we were an item.
Martin: We were NEVER an item! Now I would like for you to leave.
Frasier: Now Dad, calm down. I'm sure you can talk this over with Cora and have a good laugh afterwards.
Martin: Ha ha! Very funny. Now that she's practically married to this guy.
Gertrude: [rising] Oh, Martin, I'm sorry. I guess didn't realize...
Martin: Apology not accepted. You went too far, we are no longer speaking.
Gertrude: Marty...
Niles: No, no, Mrs. Moon. Mrs. Moon...shut up.
[He ushers her out the door.]
Frasier: Uh, Dad, we're leaving now. We're going over to the flower show and after that we're going to a sporting goods store to buy a couple of bikes.
Martin: Nice try, Fras, but I'm too mad to laugh.
[Frasier, nonplussed, just closes the door behind him. Fade out.]
Scene 4 - The Sporting Goods Store
[Fade in. Frasier and Niles are with a salesman, looking over a selection of bikes.]
Niles: This one has good lines. You have any without this bar here?
Salesman: You mean girl's bikes. Sure.
Niles: Good. 'Cause my wife's a girl and she'll need one of those.
Salesman: Nice. Maybe I'll go see how she's doing.
[He walks off. Niles covers his face.]
Frasier: Niles, we can't stall much longer. I mean, one seems as good as the next, is there anything else we need?
Niles: Hmm, let me see. Oh, yes, I know. We need to know HOW TO
RIDE THEM!
Frasier: Shh! We will learn.
Niles: Oh, as easy as that? Look at these machines, Frasier. These are BICYCLES! There is nothing between you and the ground but the ground itself.
Frasier: Yes! And if a child of FOUR can ride one, then so can we.
Niles: That's what we said when we were six! If Daphne finds out, she'll probably...
[He breaks off as a man in biking gear comes over to look at the bikes they're standing at.]
Frasier: Metal spokes. I like that.
Niles: I should buy the horn separately.
Frasier: Uh-huh.
[The man walks away.]
Niles: That was close.
Frasier: Niles, I am not going to look like an idiot at that Bike-A-Thon. Tonight, I am going to a parking lot and come hell or high water, I am going to master cycling. You're welcome to join me.
Niles: I guess I could sneak out. Perhaps it's time to slay the dragon.
Frasier: That's the stuff, brother.
[The customer comes over by them again.]
Niles: Call me crazy, but I like a bouncy tire.
Frasier: Two bouncy tires and a...taut chain. That's good ridin'.
[They smile bravely until the customer heads off again.]
Niles: Where did you learn all that? That was really good.
Frasier: Just a matter of confidence, Niles.
[SMASH CUT TO - Frasier's apartment, later that night. Frasier comes in the front, struggling with his new bike and muttering. Niles is behind him.]
Niles: All a matter of confidence, he says.
[Frasier turns the lights on to reveal that they are covered with scratches and bruises.]
Frasier: Yes, well perhaps two people who don't know how to ride bikes shouldn't try to teach each other.
Niles: A good teacher doesn't yell at his student.
Frasier: Nor does a good teacher throw a stick at his student!
[Niles clutches his knee.]
Niles: I thought it would make you try harder.
Frasier: Oh, you're going to make a hell of a dad!
Niles: Oh, what are we going to do?
Frasier: Let's not panic. We still have two days before the Bike-A-Thon. Surely the library has shelves devoted to this topic.
Niles: I don't have time for that! Daphne wants to go biking tomorrow afternoon.
Frasier: Well, then you're just going to have to tell her that you don't know how to ride.
Niles: I can't! It's too late! If I was going to do that, I should have done it at the bike store. But NOOO! You, YOU said we could teach ourselves! You said no one would be the wiser!
[As he continues to shout, Frasier makes calming gestures.]
Frasier: Niles...
Niles: "Two bouncy tires and a taut chain" you said!
Frasier: Niles...
Niles: And now look! My spokes are bent, my pants are stuck, and there's blood on the headlight, and blood everywhere...
[He breaks down as Frasier tries to comfort him.]
Frasier: Niles, that wasn't your fault. That jogger should have been wearing a reflective vest. Come on. Come and sit down. I'm going to get you a nice sherry.
[He heads for the sherry. Niles tries to move, but his pants are still stuck in the chain so he carries the bike with him. Fade out.]
Act 2 Scene 1 - Cafe Nervosa
[Fade in. Niles is sitting at a table, Frasier is getting coffee at the counter. Roz comes up behind him.]
Roz: Hi, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, hi Roz. You're welcome to join me and Niles.
Roz: Oh, I can't. I'm on my way to meet Alice and her sitter. Alice wants to practice riding her bicycle for Saturday.
Frasier: Really?
Roz: Mm-hm, she loves it. I mean, she had that bike one day before she made me take her training wheels off.
Frasier: Tell me, does she ever find that she feels as though her feet are frozen to the pedals? Stuck in a confused, arrhythmic battle between forward and reverse, until finally, with no locomotive momentum whatsoever, she keels over like a felled tree?
Roz: I don't think so.
Frasier: Well good, good. Because... that's a real thing that happens to some kids.
[He sits down with Niles as Roz steps to the counter. Daphne and Gertrude come in.]
Daphne: Hey, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, hello Daphne, Mrs. Moon.
[They all say hello to each other as the ladies sit.]
Daphne: I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Niles: What is it?
Daphne: Someone stole our new bikes.
Niles: My God, are you sure? [to waiter] Can I get a refill? That's terrible.
Frasier: You know, that's curious. Niles, didn't that salesman say nothing could break those titanium locks?
Niles: You're right. I must not have locked them properly. Foolish Niles.
Gertrude: You know, I spotted a couple of bikes in the storage room, behind the furnace. Perhaps you could borrow those.
Niles: No, I don't think so. The theft has soured me on the whole bike experience and what were you doing behind the furnace anyway?
Gertrude: Drinking.
[Martin walks up to the table.]
Martin: Hello Daphne, Niles, Frasier.
Gertrude: Hello, Martin.
Martin: How are the three of you doin'? Mind if I join you?
Niles: Sure.
[Martin pulls another chair up to the table.]
Gertrude: Oh, you're not still angry at me, are you?
Martin: Coffee please.
[Roz stops on her way out.]
Roz: Hi.
Niles: Hey, Roz.
Roz: Wow, everybody's here today.
Martin: Yeah, grab a seat, I'd love to have a lady sit next to me.
[Gertrude looks very put out.]
Roz: Thanks, I can't. I'm on my way to the park. I just got a call from the babysitter. Alice did a wheelie!
[The others all sound happy at this.]
Roz: Well, I'll see you guys later.
Frasier: That's great, Roz. Bye-bye.
[She leaves.]
Frasier: Well, someone's raising a real little showoff.
Martin: Now, now, not everyone was meant to ride a bike.
Daphne: What does that mean?
Martin: Well, I'm just saying my boys are good at other things. Indoor things.
[Daphne casts a suspicious look at Frasier.]
Daphne: Oh, no. You don't mean...
Niles: Yes, Daphne. Frasier doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Frasier: Well, neither do you!
Niles: Frasier!
Frasier: Well, she was bound to find out! [to Daphne] We never learned.
Martin: I tried teachin' 'em, but I had to take them to the hospital so many times, social services started sniffin' around.
Niles: All these years, it's been our secret shame.
Frasier: Yes, and it hasn't been easy concealing it, either. People are always saying in conversation "It's just like riding a bike." I can smile, and nod. But I only understand it in theory.
Niles: We tried to teach ourselves last night.
Frasier: Oh, can you imagine a sadder tableaux: two grown men trying to gain mastery over a child's toy and failing miserably.
Niles: Even more pathetic: a grown man faking the theft of his and his wife's bicycles. I disgust myself. I'm so sorry, Daphne.
Daphne: Niles, you've no need to apologize. Lots of people don't know how to ride.
Niles: Really?
Gertrude: No.
Daphne: It doesn't matter. I can take you to the park and teach you. I'll teach you both.
Frasier: Really, Daphne?
Daphne: Yes.
Niles: Daphne, I adore you.
[He kisses her.]
Gertrude: No, seriously. Who?
Frasier: Thank you, Daphne.
Niles: You know, I'm afraid my bike may be too damaged to ride.
Daphne: So we'll borrow one from someone in the building. I promise you, you two are going to learn how to ride bikes.
Martin: You're a good wife, Daphne. And I'll bet you were a good daughter when your mother was alive.
[Gertrude crosses her arms and glares at him while everyone else tries to not be involved. Fade out.]
Scene 2 - The Park
[SCENE_BREAK]
CYCOLOGY
[Fade in. Frasier is there with his bike, Niles is on a grade-school bike with high handlebars and a banana seat. Daphne is standing just off the path.]
Frasier: Helmet.
Niles: Check.
Frasier: Pads.
Niles: Check.
Frasier: Cup.
[Frasier adjusts his athletic supporter, but Niles touches the sport bottle on the handlebars.]
Niles: Check.
Daphne: All right. Now remember: keep your eyes open and pedal quickly. I just want to get an idea of your individual skill levels. All right, everyone ready? And...go!
[The boys lift their feet up to the pedals, but don't push off or pedal. They twitch for an instant, then fall against each other, propped up. Being on the shorter bike, Niles is about elbow high with Frasier.]
Daphne: Okay, good start. Now, let's try again, but this time further apart.
[Frasier pulls his bike away from Niles'.]
Frasier: Okay. I think this is going to be all right.
Niles: Yes, this isn't so bad.
Daphne: All right. And...go!
[The boys bring their feet up, then put them right back down for balance. After a couple of false starts, they start moving forward, terrified looks on their faces. Daphne watches them, smiling.]
Daphne: Yes, very good.
[Her expression quickly becomes worried as there are sounds of crashing and pain. She starts forward, darting from side to side, unsure which of them needs help more.
Music from "The Barber of Seville" begins playing as we see a montage of Niles and Frasier trying desperately.]
[N.B. This theme was also used in the 1979 Oscar-winning film "Breaking Away" about an American small-town teenager who becomes so obsessed with a team of Italian bike race champions that he creates an Italian persona for himself, including listening to Rossini's operas.]
[Frasier seems to be getting along, until he sees a tree. Focusing on it with a horrified look, he crashes into it and falls down.
Daphne is running alongside Niles on his small bike. They pass behind a hedge and only Daphne and the bike emerge. Daphne stops and looks around for her husband.
Frasier again crashes into the tree and falls over.
Niles is exhausted and reaches for the sports bottle. However, he is unable to get it loose. Later, he unwraps a power bar to eat. But he pulls the wrapper all the way down and his snack falls to the ground while Frasier watches. He opens the spout on the sports bottle and picks the bike upright so he can drink from it.
Niles and Daphne are at the "killer tree", urging Frasier to the side. He makes the turn and avoids the tree, looking happy. Niles and Daphne cheer him on, then watch him circle around until they have to quickly move aside before Frasier once more strikes the tree head on and ends up on the ground.
Daphne again runs alongside Niles. They disappear behind the hedge, the music reaches its finale... and this time Niles emerges alone on the bike, smiling triumphantly. Daphne jumps up and down and claps her hands, proud and happy. The music ends.
Now that Niles has learned, they focus on Frasier.]
Frasier: It's that damned sycamore! It's got a magnetic hold on me.
Daphne: That's because you keep focusing on it. Whatever you do, put it out of your mind. The more you think about it, the worse it gets.
Niles: You're a cloud, scudding across a clear blue sky.
Frasier: I'm a cloud.
[He takes off again.]
Niles: You're a cloud. A cloud...
[Frasier looks worried for a moment, but manages to swerve away from the tree.]
Frasier: I AM a cloud! I'm flying! Look, I'm riding a bike.
[He's ecstatic, but is soon passed by a young girl on a bike with training wheels, then a pregnant woman jogging, then a gray-haired man on a razor scooter. Nonetheless, he seems happy at his accomplishment. The finale of the music repeats. Fade out.]
Scene 3 - Frasier's Apartment
[Fade in. The doorbell rings and Martin hurries to answer as it rings again.]
Martin: I heard ya. I'm comin'.
[He opens the door to reveal Gertrude, holding some flowers and a sandwich.]
Gertrude: Hello.
[Martin slams the door in her face and starts walking away. She pounds on the door and he goes back again.]
Martin: Oh, geez!
[He opens the door and speaks before she can.]
Martin: Look. I'm sorry. I'm still ticked. I'm not proud of it, but I have to do the right thing and that means hold this grudge.
Gertrude: Ah! You're talking to me. I knew you would.
[He slams the door in her face again. Cut to - the entryway as she turns around. Cora is just coming off the elevator.]
Gertrude: Oh, you're here to see Marty?
Cora: Actually, I think not.
[She turns away.]
Gertrude: Look, no. This isn't what it looks like. I'm here to apologize. But since he's not talking to me, I guess I can say me piece to you. Now, first of all, don't be scared. I'm not a secret agent and I don't have a license to kill. Back when I said all that to you, I wasn't really in me right mind, anyway. I mean, I'd just separated from me husband and...well, maybe I hoped Marty would be some kind of...knight in shining armor. But we were never a couple, though.
Cora: It was a pretty rotten thing you did.
Gertrude: Yes, I know, dear, just awful. In me defense, I've done much worse. And besides, between you and the girl at the bookstore, I liked you better.
[Cora looks a little confused at this. Cut to - inside the apartment. Martin is relaxing in his chair when the doorbell rings. Rolling his eyes, he gets up.]
Martin: Sonovabitch!
[He goes to the door and opens it to reveal Cora holding the flowers and sandwich, a big smile on her face.]
Martin: Cora! Hi, come on in.
[She enters and hands him the things and he sets them on the table behind the couch.]
Cora: Hi. I ran into a friend of yours.
Martin: Oh, she's no friend of mine.
Cora: Well, she had some nice things to say about you. Maybe we could talk about it at dinner tomorrow.
Martin: I thought you were seeing someone.
Cora: I don't see him here.
Martin: I guess not. Pick you up at seven?
Cora: Seven it is. So...who's this girl from the bookstore?
Martin: See you tomorrow.
[He ushers her out the door and shakes his fist in a victory gesture. Fade out.]
Scene 4 - The Bike-A-Thon
[Fade in. Lots of people are lined up under a banner marked Start and Finish. Frasier and Niles are at the front, Niles still with his borrowed bicycle.]
Martin: Never thought I'd see the day. This is really somethin'.
Frasier: Thanks Dad.
Daphne: That's right. You faced your fears and you bested them.
Niles: Yeah, thanks to you.
[He gives her a kiss.]
Niles: And who knows? Maybe this is just be the beginning. There are still mountains to conquer. The diving board, for instance.
Frasier: Or cartwheels.
Martin: Be careful out there, Son.
Frasier: I will, Dad. Thanks. I guess I better go take my place, huh?
Martin: Okay.
[Frasier wheels his bike over to where Kenny and Julia are waiting.]
Frasier: Kenny, Julia.
Kenny: Hey, Doc.
Julia: Hi.
Frasier: So, have a good ride.
Kenny: Not gonna happen. These shorts are already bunchin' me somethin' fierce. Excuse me.
[He gets off his bike to get more comfortable.]
Frasier: Pretty exciting.
Julia: Thrilling. You don't mind if we don't ride together, do you? I like to go at my own pace.
Frasier: No, not at all. You don't have to feel like you have to keep up.
[She laughs at this.]
Julia: Right. Well, what do you say we make it interesting?
Frasier: What did you have in mind?
Julia: Last one across the finish line doubles the other's pledges.
Frasier: You're on. And I look forward to watching you write that big fat check.
Niles: Frasier! Remember: keep your eye on the road and don't fixate on anything you can crash into.
Frasier: Right!
Niles: Good luck!
[Frasier gives Niles a thumbs up as the starter pistol goes off. The crowd cheers as the cyclists start off.]
Julia: Boy, I hope I can steer around that big mailbox right there. Ciao!
[She speeds off. Frasier starts out, but, cursed by her suggestion, focuses on the mailbox and rides straight into it. As he falls to the sidewalk, Roz and Alice come riding up.]
Roz: Frasier?
Alice: Are you okay?
Frasier: I'll be all right. Why don't you guys go ahead. I'll catch up to you.
Roz: Okay.
[She and Alice ride off. Frasier gets back on his bike and gets going.]
Frasier: Oh, lord. Pardon me. Beep beep! Oh, gosh, no. Oh, dear God!
[Frasier doesn't get very far, circling back and crashing into the mailbox once more. This time he manages to keep to his feet as the bike falls to the ground. Fade out.]
[SCENE_BREAK]
It is late and dark. An exhausted Frasier comes around the last corner and manages, finally, to finish the course. He throws up his hands in victory. He wheels the bike over to a trash barrel, picks it up and throws it on top, only to scurry back as it falls towards him. He finally just flees from the whole scene.

Summary:

Output: When a bike-a-thon for charity is organized by KACL, Frasier and Niles must come to terms with the fact that neither can ride a bicycle . So the job falls on Daphne to teach them. Meanwhile, Martin runs into Cora Winston again and learns that Daphne's mother is responsible for the demise of their brief relationship.

... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]


Input:
You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
[PREVIOUSLY_ON]
Mike: [grunting]
Wynn: Aah!
[gunshot]
Mike: Aah!
Wynn: Mikey! [crack]
Katherine: [gasps]
Raylan: Your ladyfriend is dead. Went pretty badly, as I understand it, in the confines of a motor coach belonging to Wynn Duffy.
Boyd: Baby?
[grunts]
What disappoints you, Raylan Givens? The fact that you weren't the one who got to shoot me? Where is she goin'?
Boyd: Well, you wheel me outta here, I'll take you straight to her. [chuckles] That's funny.
Boyd: Sooner or later, one way or the other, I'm gonna get out of here, and when I do, I'm gonna go get that money.
Zachariah: Now, this Grubes guy we're going to see ... you sure he knows his way around?
Ava: He knows the trails blindfolded. Boyd knows Grubes.
Zachariah: Ah.
Ava: If he's alive ...
Zachariah: If he's alive, the marshals got him, and if he ain't, the more, the better. Grubes?
[yelling] Ava: Nooo!
Carl: How we gonna get you out past the nurses' stand without anybody noticing?
Boyd: [sighs] It shouldn't be too hard with all the chaos.
Carl: What chaos?
[gunshot]
Art: You got 48 hours, Raylan.
Raylan: 48 hours, bullshit.
Who you got coming after me? Everybody?
Art: Everybody's out looking for Boyd.
I'll be the one coming after you.
[car door chiming]
[chiming stops]
Boyd: Evening, sir. Where you headed tonight?
Hagan: Headed home.
Boyd: You got any kin waiting on you?
Hagan: No, sir, I don't.
Boyd: That won't be necessary.
Hagan: Well... What can I do for you, officer?
[gun cocks]
Boyd: You can give me a ride.
[music]
[chiming]
[chiming stops]
Art: This the shitbag?
Tim: It is.
Art: Hello, shitbag.
Tim: Him there's the good news.
Art: I don't want to hear the bad news.
Tim: No, sir, you do not.
Art: Jesus Christ, Raylan.
Raylan: [sighs]
Cope: Don't suppose you remember my name.
Raylan: I remember you had aim to throw me down a mine shaft.
You're a long way from home, are you not?
Cope: I am. Slurry pond fouled the spring. No water on the other side of the mountain. No water ... nothing to hunt. Well, I reckon it was hard to move on.
Cope: Was. They'll take the mountaintop year's end, I heard. I'd have had to move on regardless. Wouldn't mind if you sat a spell.
Raylan: I got urgent matters. My advice ... keep moving on. There's a fugitive at large hereabouts. Give my best to Cousin Mary if you see her.
Cope: Unh-unh. She passed.
Raylan: Condolences. Stand up. Tell 'em to come out, guns pointed at the ground.
Cope: [whistles]
Raylan: [sighs] If that ain't all of 'em, you're the first one who gets shot.
Cope: That's all of 'em.
Raylan: Lay your guns down. Every second I spend on your bullshit, the man I'm hunting gets further away. Now, tell 'em to do it before I lose my temper. Now, walk down that hill, and keep walking ... about an hour. He'll catch up with you soon if he don't do something stupid.
Ava: No sign.
[panting]
[clinking]
I bet they ran off after Grubes died. And I bet they starved to death.
Zachariah: We got no guide, and you're worried about the horses?
Ava: That's one bad omen on top of another.
Zachariah: I ain't superstitious.
Ava: Well, it doesn't take a damn ouija board to see that our plan is as dead as the man that used to live in that house.
You'd notice if you weren't playing in the dirt!
Zachariah: I'm digging a grave.
Ava: For us? Huh?
Uncle Zachariah, we gotta get out of here. Oh, is that the way it is? Leave the dead to bury their own? That's something you learned from Boyd, huh?
Ava: You don't know me. You ... You want to be all high and mighty? Let's see how that saves your ass.
Zachariah: I know you don't want to hear me preach, but I'm gonna tell you right now, there's six months' worth of food in that cabin, plenty of water, and a lot of firewood for the cold. Wait a minute. If that's your idea of a plan... Oh no, little girl. I like your idea... we just roam around these goddamn mountains not knowing what the hell we're doing, lost, hauling 300, 400, 500 pounds of money? Oh, you're real smart, girl.
Ava: I can't keep this up.
Zachariah: Yes, you can, and you will. 'Cause that's who we are, born in these godforsaken hollers in this goddamn broken-down world. We're survivors.
Ava: Okay, you want to stay? We can stay. But we're gonna fight.
Zachariah: Won't have to fight. After two weeks, they'll think we're somewhere over in Virginia. They'll just move that search on over there.
Ava: I'm talking about Boyd. He knows this place. He will come.
Zachariah: Boyd is dead. And if he ain't dead, he's in jail. We'll be safe here for a while. Grab that shovel and help me get this man in the ground.
Cope: I don't see any badge.
Are you still a federal? This guy you're chasing... he personal business?
Raylan: You met him. You put me in a box with him. He's now a federal fugitive.
Cope: So you should've let me kill him at the time, then, huh?
Raylan: Thought has crossed my mind.
Cope: So I'm right. Gotta be you, the one that does him. Had a coyote like that. Ate near 10 of my chickens... one every night. Dogs couldn't catch her, avoided the traps like she'd set 'em herself. You know, what I decided to do was ...
Raylan: I don't care what you did. I need you to shut your mouth and get up that hill.
Cope: You know, after we tangled, Cousin Mary told us all about you. Turns out, I remember your daddy. He's a son of a bitch.
Raylan: You'll get no argument there.
Cope: You know what he did?
Raylan: Historically or on a specific day?
Cope: He used us. Used our blood ties to your Mama to have us move his drugs up and down our mountain ... the way you're moving me right now. The way I see it, that makes you a son of a bitch, too.
Raylan: Guilty as char...
Cope: [grunts]
Raylan: I let you go, you gonna get your people, come back after me?
Cope: Got any good reason why I shouldn't?
Raylan: With what purpose in mind?
Cope: You saw 'em. They got nothing. They'll kill you for your boots.
Raylan: Give me that. In a couple days, you're gonna come to Arlo Givens' place, he's in the book. I'm signing it over to you.
Cope: Y-You're giving me your house?
Raylan: He did you people dirt. This is payback.
Been using that place as a bullshit excuse.
I don't need the money from selling it. I need to find Boyd and get to Florida.
Cope: [grunts] What's this?
Raylan: A note... bequeathing the property to you... ...case I don't make it down.
[music]
[title music]
♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪
Markham: I always scoffed at people talking to... loved ones who'd moved on. Seemed impractical to me. Can't hear you. They're gone. And I'm a practical man. Except when it comes to you, it seems. Revenge, Katherine. What did you in? Damn it, I told you I would get Duffy! Why didn't you trust me? For once, why couldn't you just do what you were told to do? I'll always love you, Katherine, but you need to know. I may be talking to a ghost, but I am still a practical man. I'd love to gut Wynn Duffy from nose to tail, but I have got to go and get my goddamn money. Wynn Duffy. Hey, you've got a damn good lawyer, Wynn, And I ought to know, because I'm a damn good lawyer.
Wynn: I'll pass along the adulation. Are these the personal items from my motor coach?
Vasquez: Yeah, I had to call in a lot of favors to get you transferred to federal custody. And now ... well, it seems now I got to let you go. Billie Jean King.
Wynn: A pioneer.
Vasquez: We took the liberty to freeze your bank accounts...
Wynn: It's prescription. I have... sensitive gums.
Vasquez: ...pending the results of the investigation. You're fully cleared, [i]should be able to get most of your assets off ice. Oh, look at this. You are an eagle scout.
Wynn: It belonged to a dear friend.
Vasquez: Mm. 'Course, KSP's gonna want to keep your winnebago a bit longer, but if you want that, you can stick around for another week or two.
Wynn: That they can have.
Vasquez: Bad memories?
Wynn: Raylan Givens, Boyd Crowder, and Avery Markham are soon to converge, Mr. Vasquez. Like the aligning of the planets if those planets carried guns and hated my guts. I don't ever plan on returning to Kentucky. May I?
Vasquez: I just have one last question.
You know, for me. Off the record.
Wynn: Sounds sexy.
Vasquez: You know, I have a-a stack of files this tall. Sits on my desk. It's got all kinds of witness interrogation and, um, surveillance records and info from snitches about who killed Simon Poole 14 years ago. And it all adds up to... jack sh1t. So I just want to know, between you and me, who really did it? Who killed my boss?
Wynn: Between you and me, Mr. Vasquez, I really and truly don't know.
Woman: Air unit East to Evarts.
Possible fugitive sighting. Please confirm. Over.
Man: Copy. Which fugitive? Over.
Woman: Uh, Boyd Crowder ... possibly in police uniform. Considered armed. Stolen police vehicle recovered. Possible hostage situation.
Zachariah: God damn.
[Ava chuckles nervously]
Oh, god... Of course. Of course!
[laughing]
Zachariah: What the hell you laughing about?
Ava: It's a joke. Don't you get it? We're dead!
Zachariah: No, we got to do something.
Ava: We're gonna run. Hell yeah! Let's run!
You know your way around this goddamn mountain, little girl? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
Ava: Forget about the mountain. We got to go back down! We got to ... we got to ... I don't know ... find one of them abandoned houses and ... and hide out.
Zachariah: Federals kicking in every goddamn door, dogs running around, sniffing around, they'd find us in no time.
Ava: You got a better idea? Else we're dead.
Zachariah: Yeah, I got an idea. We're gonna sit right here, we're gonna wait. And when he shows up, we're gonna kill him. The end.
Ava: That's not gonna be our end. 'Cause staying here is suicide.
Boyd: I'm gonna need you for a little while longer. I'd rather take your time than take your truck.
Hagan: You can have her.
Boyd: Yeah, well, I don't want her. I'm just looking to get from point "A" to point "B." Look, Mr. Crowder, I done helped you out. I gave you my son's clothes.
Boyd: You know my name. You know what I done. God damn right I know your name. And which time you talking about? Well, I do have a rather long résumé.
Hagan: Yes, sir. They put out your greatest hits, it'd be a double album.
Boyd: sh1t. Double live, man, from Japan.
Hagan: Hell yeah. All killer, no filler.
Boyd: [laughs]
Hagan: Konnichiwa, bitches. sh1t.
You nearest thing we got to Billy the Kid around here.
Boyd: Well, I don't know about all that.
Hagan: sh1t, son, you're smart. Articulate, strong. The way you look, the way you talk, ain't nobody expect nothing from you. Then you unleash, and they cannot deny. [clicks tongue] It ain't too much to call you a hero. Well, if you insist.
Hagan: Go on. Be proud to give the outlaw Boyd Crowder my truck.
[keys jingle]
Boyd: Thing is, they're looking for me. They ain't looking for you.
So I'm gonna need you to drive.
Derrick: Man, this sucks.
Loretta: I ain't paying you to whine.
Derrick: Yeah? And I didn't come for the money. Well [chuckles]... not just the money.
Loretta: Look, I got people maybe out to kill me, Derrick. You came just to get back together, you're a damn fool.
Derrick: Loretta... [clank] ...why you got to be talking ...
[man groans]
Got him.
Loretta: Hold up. I can't see.
Derrick: Here, let me look. [door opens]
Boon: Hey, Loretta. I been looking everywhere for you.
You know, one way in and out of this place ...
I snap one of your traps, and you both take your eyes off the door? You're a smart girl, but I got a thing or two to teach you yet. I reckon I could see you both better if you stepped out this way.
Yes, you, son. Come on, now. Giddyup.
[clicks tongue]
Now, how about you put down them toys? I'm not here to start a ruckus. Who the hell are you?
Derrick: Just her boyfriend.
Boon: Oh, yeah? You want to save your girlfriend?
Loretta: He ain't my boyfriend.
Boon: Loretta, girl, a boy doesn't become a man until he can make his own decisions.
You want to raise up that gun, try and shoot me?
Or you afraid I'm too fast?
[gun cocks]
I am, by the way.
[gun clicks]
Good news ... Jenny here, you got to leave her firing chamber empty, avoid an accidental discharge. Bad news ... her chamber's full of promise now. How about we try that again, huh? You not having to clear that holster, boy, that fast approaches a fair...
[gunshot] [thud]
Derrick: [groaning and panting]
Boon: Aw, sh1t. He's still kicking.
Derrick: [coughs]
Boon: That's the risk you run going for a head shot, Loretta.
Derrick: [crying]
Boon: Well, I figure... you never know when one of these pussies are wearing kevlar, right?
Always go for the brain. Best bet.
Derrick: [panting]
[coughing]
[groaning]
Boon: Don't worry. I'll forgive you.
Vasquez: Where is she? Where's Art?
Who's running this sh1t show? Where is everybody?
Nelson: Gee, I don't know. The manhunts? Plural?
Vasquez: And they left you to what? Do your nails?
Nelson: Well, if it's any of your business, Vasquez, I'm coordinating.
Vasquez: Oh, well, that's fantastic. Maybe you can coordinate an explanation for this bullshit bulletin.
Nelson: Chief called it in. Looks pretty serious.
Vasquez: You were saying?
Nelson: Having a bad day, David?
Vasquez: Yeah.
Nelson: Hey, Tim, maybe you can help out ...
Tim: Dude, I just came in.
Nelson: He's asking about the bulletin.
Tim: [sighs] Well... when a marshal's life is in danger, we put out a bulletin saying so. Hoping a fellow L.E.O. will bring him into protective custody.
Vasquez: You think I don't know that Givens has gone rogue and that you're closing ranks to avoid a P.R. nightmare? You and everybody in this office is gonna be writing thank-you notes to Art Mullen from the federal penitentiary.
Tim: Your attitude is not helpful.
Vasquez: Open your ears!
Tim: So negative. We're not talking about a write-up. Everybody in here is an accessory to ... to a $10 million heist! Aiding and abetting a fugitive!
Vasquez: Never mind. There's no point.
[dialing]
Vasquez: Get me S.A.C., uh, Les Levay at the FBI.
Art: Mullen.
Tim: Oh, hey, Art. What's up?
Art: Hold on. You're breaking up.
See if I can get a signal. Uh, say that again.
Tim: Oh, hey, Art. What's up?
Art: Oh, you know, scouring the countryside for a dumbass. You?
Tim: Well, I just had Vasquez pissing in my ear about the bulletin. So, it looks like we can't keep the whole "Raylan Givens gone rogue" thing in-house.
Art: Well, he sniffed that out sooner than I'd thought.
I think he just trashed Nelson's desk, too.
Art: Well, how'd you leave it?
Tim: Well, he's on the phone now.
Vasquez: Yeah, I'm gonna need a bolo issued for Raylan Givens.
Tim: Fact, I just heard him tell the FBI ballsack to issue a bolo.
Art: Well, sh1t!
Tim: Wait one.
Vasquez: The plan is as soon as I get him, I'm gonna indict him.
Tim: I just heard him say he wants Raylan indicted.
Art: Double sh1t.
Bob: Raylan, if you get this, just letting you know I heard the FBI bolo for you on the scanner. I know you're in trouble, and I'm ... I'm on my way.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[garage door squeaking]
[gasps]
Raylan, d-d-did you steal my Crown Vic? D... sh1t!
[sighs]
[music]
[grunts]
All right, where are you? Aw, there you are. I'm coming for you, Raylan.
[music]
Raylan: You ain't Boyd.
Zachariah: Neither are you.
Appreciate you not shooting me.
Raylan: Likewise.
Zachariah: Seen the crown of your hat through the window. Boyd don't wear no hat.
Raylan: Where's Ava?
Ava: [panting] If you get this, call this number. [panting] You better make it fast, though. I'm running out of time.
[panting]
Wynn: I need a vehicle, a gun, and two passports.
I want the vehicle to have a compartment, well-hidden, and I mean top-shelf hidden, not some 20-year-old Astro with a false bottom.
Lorna: How much space you need?
Wynn: Enough room for two or three very large duffel bags.
Lorna: Your guy coming, too?
Wynn: No, Mikey's not gonna make it. You know what'd be great? One of those dog-grooming vans. Mobile dog groomers use them.
Lorna: We can paint one up like that, sure.
Wynn: No. A used one.
Lorna: It's not easy. [sighs]
Wynn: By tomorrow. Triple what you paid last time.
Wynn: Fine.
Lorna: Up front.
Wynn: [sighs] Keep the change.
Lorna: Anything else?
Wynn: Yeah, actually... a topographical map of Harlan County would be great.
Raylan: Do you not see how we want the same thing?
Zachariah: That may be true. But if Boyd ain't been here yet, why you going off looking for Ava? Why don't you just stay here, and we'll take that son of a bitch together?
Raylan: We don't know for sure if he's coming. He's only coming if he thinks she's here!
Zachariah: And he does think she's here!
Raylan: But if he don't, if he somehow gets wind of her... before I get to him. I hear what you're saying, but I'm sticking here for the fight.
Raylan: Well, I'm taking the fight to him. Now, where is she?
Zachariah: I don't know. Maybe she slipped through cranks gap by now. She might be halfway to Jonesville ... maybe Ewing. I don't know. Who she knows in Virginia? Did you set her up? I don't know nobody in Virginia. I don't know where she is, and she didn't tell me. So I can't spill my guts in case you plan on roughing me up again.
Raylan: You're a waste of space. You're of no help.
Zachariah: Let me tell you something, you son of a bitch! You ain't no better than Boyd! God damn you! The way the two you just scrambled that poor girl's brains! Pull her this way and that way. You used her, god damn you! Ain't no wonder why she burnt the two of you and lit out on her own.
Raylan: I'm trying to protect her.
Zachariah: Yeah, that may be part of the story, but I bet that ain't the whole goddamn story.
Raylan: Yeah, you're goddamn right. Where's the money?
Zachariah: [scoffs]
Raylan: Where is it? It ain't here. It had to weigh a ton. No way she drug it up and over. She went down.
Zachariah: She's gone.
Raylan: Not as long as I'm looking.
Ava: [panting]
[grunts]
Oh, god.
Bob: Ava Crowder...
Ava: Aah!
Bob: Step away from the car.
Ava: [panting]
Bob: Step away from my Crown Vic.
Take that backpack off. Slow.
Ava: [breathing heavily]
Bob: And, hey, don't reach in.
No, put it on the ground! On the ground! Ava, don't test me. All right, now get down on your knees. On your knees. [sighs] Sorry if that ... that sounds untoward. Holy sh1t! Holy sh1t. Where ... Where's Raylan?
Ava: I don't know.
Bob: Did you kill him?
Ava: What? No!
Bob: Ava, you're a fugitive from the law. I know you shot your fiancé and I know that Raylan took my Crown Vic. And I tracked it up here. Now, for the last time ...
Ava: The answer to the question is "no!" I ain't even seen him.
Bob: I hope for your sake, and for the sake of the Commonwealth of Kentucky that you are telling the truth. Now... lace your fingers behind your head. Behind your head! Okay. Let's get up slowly. Come on. There you go. Walk this way with me. And I'm quick with this gun, case you're getting squirrely. You got that?
Ava: Bob, you know there's a lot more money where that came from, don't you? I mean ...
Bob: I'm gonna take mercy on you.
I'm not gonna "attempting to bribe an officer of the law" to your long list of offenses.
And before you try to seduce me, just know it's been tried before. All right, now, get yourself in the Gremlin there. Open the door. Open the door. All right. Sit yourself down. And when Raylan comes back with my keys, we're gonna make the change, and it's nice in there. I got an air freshener smells like a mocha latte.
[engine shuts off]
Ava: You hear that?
Bob: Uh, no, I di... Yes, I did.
Ava: It's Boyd.
Bob: Ava, that could be anybody, okay?
I want you to calm down, all right? Just calm down. Just sit down for a sec.
Ava: Listen to me. Please. He's gonna kill us!
Hagan: Cold out here. Can feel it.
Boyd: Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.
[exhales slowly]
Hagan: I appreciate the lie, Mr. Crowder.
But we both know what you was thinking. Loose end and all.
Boyd: You know my mind? Now, maybe I was gonna take your keys, let you walk.
Hagan: [scoffs] So you could shoot me in the back? You're gonna have to look me in the eye, you pull that trigger.
Nah, I knew the minute you stepped in my cab
I was gonna be staring down the black hole of your gun ... cut me down like the plague you are.
Boyd: Well, I got to say, you did do a pretty good job ... all that smoke you were blowing up my ass.
Hagan: Ain't no smoke. But I will say this. Stories of outlaw legends, they ain't passed down by the families of the murdered. Well, I don't give a sh1t about "the Ballad of Boyd Crowder." I'll be dead and gone when that song gets sung.
[exhales slowly]
Hagan: Old boy by the name of Hut McKean mean anything to you?
Boyd: Let me guess ... I killed him, my men killed him, my dope killed him, or my daddy killed him?
Next thing that comes out of your mouth is, "how do you sleep at night, Boyd Crowder?"
Well, do you know how?
'Cause I know who I am. Do you? You're a slave, disenfranchised ... don't even know it. You drive your shitty truck to your shitty house, live out your shitty life. You think you're better than me 'cause you play by the rules? Whose rules? My life is my own.
Hagan: You ain't even heard a word I said.
Boyd: I don't give a sh1t about what you said. I'm an outlaw.
[gunshots]
Bob: Stay here. Don't make any noise.
Ava: No! No, no!
Bob! Bob! You can't leave me here like this!
[sighs]
[gunshots]
[gasps]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[music]
Raylan: [panting]
[gunshot]
Boyd: Ah. Aah.
God damn, Raylan!
How you know I wasn't some boy scout looking for his tent?!
Raylan: Your teeth glow in the dark.
Boyd: You shot unprovoked.
How am I supposed to take that?
Raylan: As me aiming to kill you.
Boyd: [breathing heavily]
Well, it's only getting colder.
So what say the next time the moon peeks out from behind those clouds, we show it down?
Raylan: Now you're talking.
Boyd: Only problem is, Raylan, I don't know where you are.
Raylan: I don't know where I'm either.
Boyd: Why you want to kill me so bad, Raylan?
You don't even know why. "Boyd Crowder must die!"
That's just the lie you tell yourself, wanting to win.
Raylan: You are the world-conquering emperor of lies, the biggest reserved for yourself.
Boyd: Just say it, Raylan. "I want to win!"
Raylan: [chuckles] How about, "I want the money"?
sh1t. You want to kill her, Boyd.
You want to kill the woman who stole your money, shot you, and left you for dead.
Boyd: You don't know what's in my heart.
Raylan: What heart?
Boyd: You don't know what's in your own heart. You've given up everything you are so that you could murder me.
Raylan: I cross the line with my eyes wide open.
Boyd: [grunts] Well, whose eyes you gonna see when you kill me, Raylan? Your daddy's?
Raylan: Not anymore.
Boyd: Your baby girl's?
Imagine the look on her face the day she realizes,
"my daddy spent his whole life trying to walk the line and failed."
Raylan: She'll live her life the way everybody does ... on her own.
Boyd: Are you sure you don't want me to kill you, Raylan, keep you a hero? That makes for a hell of a bedtime story.
[grunts]
Raylan: This is the only story here tonight.
[shout in distance] Help!
Boyd: You don't think that's Bob, do you?
Raylan: Why would that be Bob?
Boyd: Well, I shot him a couple times down at the trail head.
I think he might still be alive. You ought to go run down there and see if you can't help him.
Raylan: Bob can take care of himself.
Boyd: Well, hell, Raylan.
Then I have already won.
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
Crosley: Stop! [gunshot]
Ava: Aah!
[breathing shakily]
Crosley: Get down on the ground.
Ava: All right, all right, all right!
Crosley: Get on the ground!
Birch: Holy sh1t! There's a shitload of money in here.
Ava: You take me in, you're gonna have to hand that over.
You let me go, you can have it.
Crosley: [chuckles] I do not know what Mr. Markham has got planned for you...
Ava: Wait. ...but I don't want him to do it to me.
Ava: Markham? You're taking me to see Markham?
Crosley: Get up.
[grunts]
Get up, you pussy.
[car door closes]
[car alarm chirps]
Markham: What the hell is this?
Boon: Yeah, he tried to pull on me.
Markham: You just gonna let him lay there and bleed?
Boon: Was I supposed to take him to the hospital?
Markham: Hope he wasn't someone dear to you.
Loretta: Just someone I paid to watch my back.
Markham: Money not well spent, I'd say.
Loretta: Well, slim pickings, way you're running roughshod over this county.
Markham: Trying to flatter me, girl?
Loretta: Just wondering what you want from me is all.
Reason I had Boon come looking for you is Ava Crowder stole my money.
Stole it from the man who stole it from me.
That man being your new business partner Boyd.
Loretta: This is the first I'm hearing of it.
Markham: I was thinking the two of you being so close, you might have some idea where Ava ran off to.
Even entered my mind that maybe you two ladies conspired together.
Loretta: Like I said, first I'm hearing about it.
Markham: I believe you. Couple of deputies I became friends with called me on the way over. They picked up Ava Crowder. Bringing her to me directly.
Loretta: Suppose you won't be needing me anymore, then.
Markham: If that's the case, I'll just kill you right now. But I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to change my mind. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Loretta McCready.
Loretta: You can kill me. Go right ahead. Buy all this land I've acquired at auction like you have with others. But bear in mind the time that may take and the unexpected costs it may incur. What I can offer you at this juncture is a partnership. Immediate access not only to my land, but also my growing expertise. Sure, you've got boys like Boon over here know plenty about watching over land, but none of them were raised around these buds like I was. Add to that my ties to Harlan County. Say weed don't get legalized like we think. Well... I can tell you who among those criminal elements you can trust. A partnership with me will tell those same folks that they can trust you.
Markham: First time I saw you, I liked you. Didn't much care for what you did at the Pizza Portal, but I saw something in you reminded me of Katherine little bit. More than that, reminded me of Mags Bennett. I could use a Harlan girl in my fold. Besides, I think old Boon here is sweet on you.
Raylan: Bob? Oh, jeez...
Bob: Raylan. Raylan. [muttering]
[grunts]
Raylan: Jesus Christ, Bob. [grunts]
Bob: Just keep applying pressure, Raylan.
Keep ...
Raylan: I know, Bob. ... to the point of impact to stanch the flow of blood.
Raylan: Hey, just keep that pad pressed up against your gut, Bob.
Bob: I am, okay? I just... [stammers] Just ask me anything ... trivia. "W-What ... What was Indiana Jones' archenemy?" Just ask me. Ask me.
Raylan: Bob, just breathe, buddy. Just breathe. Bob. Bob!
Raylan: sh1t.
[cellphone beeps, ringing]
I got an officer shot. At least two in him... gut and shoulder.
Bob: The monkey's dead. Don't eat the ...
Raylan: Hang in there, Bob.
Bob: They call him Belosh.
Raylan: A-A-And link up to U.S. Marshals' task force. Tell 'em I know where Boyd Crowder is.
[insects chirping]
[leaves rustle]
[footsteps approaching]
[gunshot]
Zachariah: [grunts]
Son of a bitch! You goddamn ...
Boyd: Where is she?
Zachariah: She ain't here!
Boyd: Ava? [laughs] Ava?!
Zachariah: Boyd Crowder.[/i] Bo Crowder. Bowman Crowder. Y'all part of the same big, old pile of sh1t!
Like to beat on the weak ones, don't you, you son of a bitch?
[grunts]
Boyd: I know you think you're protecting her, but you ain't.
Now, you want to protect her? You need to get me to that money before I get to her.
Zachariah: I'd sooner die than give you anything you want. But I do got something for you you don't want.
Go to hell, Crowder.
Boyd: [grunts]
[grunts]
[panting]
[tires screech]
[engine shuts off]
[music]
[police radio chatter]
Raylan: Come on. Let's go.
Bob: [grunts]
Raylan: [grunts] Okay.
Lappicola: Raylan Givens?
Raylan: I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said "no."

Summary:

Output: Raylan leaves his badge behind as he heads up into the hills, happening upon a camp of hill folk forced off their land by mining pollution. Learning that there's bad blood over Arlo using them to move drugs up and down the mountain, Raylan signs over the deed to Arlo's place to them as restitution and to be rid of his last tie to Harlan, and continues on his way to Grubes' cabin. Zachariah digs a grave for Grubes, thinking the wisest thing is to lay low with six months' of supplies in the cabin. When they hear on a police scanner that Boyd has escaped custody, Zachariah wants to ambush him but Ava is terrified and runs with $1M, placing a call for help when she gets a signal. Wynn Duffy, released from custody, arranges for purchase of two passports, a gun, and a dog-grooming van with a large well-hidden compartment, suggesting that he's preparing to leave with Ava and the money; he pays with Katherine's shoplifted diamond tennis bracelet and large engagement ring. Vasquez becomes irate with the Marshals who have merely issued a bulletin saying Raylan's life has been threatened, and puts in a call to the FBI. Constable Bob Sweeney hears the FBI BOLO for Raylan and calls offering his help but discovers he has already given it as Raylan borrowed his Crown Vic. Bob uses a tracker to find the car and catches Ava trying to get into it with a backpack of money. He zip-cuffs her in his Gremlin when they hear a gunshot nearby, and Bob investigates. It was Boyd, killing the local he'd used to drive him around the backroads, and soon additional shots are heard. Ava desperately breaks free and is once again on the run. Coming down the hill, Raylan encounters Boyd on his way up. They exchange gunfire and words in the dark, but Boyd slips away and Raylan continues down to aid a gunshot Bob Sweeney, rushing him to hospital where Raylan is taken into custody by state troopers. Ava is captured on the road by cops on Avery's payroll. And Boyd survives Zachariah's ambush at the cabin but nearly buys it when gunshot Zachariah blows himself up with dynamite. Boon has found Loretta hiding in the old Bennett weed-drying barn and shoots her ex-boyfriend Derrek who tries to defend her, Avery finishing the job when he arrives. Avery is concerned that Loretta might be conspiring with Ava, but believes her when she denies it. Threatened with death, Loretta offers to partner with Avery, avoiding him costly delays and providing know-how and local ties; he seems inclined to accept.

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