I wouldn't call a bullet hole in your shooting hand fine, buddy.

Tim, you still doing okay? No sleeping on the job. What would Art say?

Yes, Tim?

You need swimming lessons first.

Fine. I'm starving though. Hey, buddy, the diner across the road makes some good food, we should go check it out.

Explains Art, though.

Look, Tim…yeah. I can picture the ad: now hiring for the Marshals Service, certifiable assholes only may apply.

I'm not sure I would have sex with you.

What is going on here?

Christ, January of 2014? Why?

You're sending us in a box?

We can have someone else do that, right, Tim? Back me up here, buddy.

Bahamas? You serious?

I'll be coming back here later.

You gotta give me something here, Boyd. We got a murderer on the loose, a Mr. Moran also on the loose, and a witness who's taken a liking to Tim. See the situation I'm in here?

Okay. I got a picture here. That's Eddie Moran. Did twenty years in Hillsboro for first degree murder, got his release half a year ago, and now charged for threatening a witness in the Frankfort murders. You know him?

Let's face it, Boyd. You're an ass, and many people in Harlan know it. So just tell me what he was doing at the house we were watching.

Oh, come on, Boyd. You always got some shit goin' on.

I knew I was gonna see you. Remember one Donny Hopkins? Apparently, we hit him with our car.

Yes, I'm sure. I'm gonna head over there now, see what Boyd's up to.