Jed?

Jed, listen to me, please.

Jed, no, I want to explain.

Go ahead and shoot me.

If the time has come when a poor, old, lonesome woman can't invite a friend to come and visit her, then I don't want to go on living no how.

The Widow Polk is coming to see you?

Of course.

But if hospitality has become a crime, then shoot me because I'm guilty.

Is that where Ellie's going to meet the Widow?

Yeah.

But Jed, you don't have to let her in.

Lock the gates on her.

Shake the dogs on her.

Shoot her in the leg.

She'll get the hint that she ain't welcome.

But does it matter that...

Poor old granny is dying of lonesomeness to see the dearest, sweetest friend she ever had in the whole world.

You're with her, Pope?

Like sisters we was.

But this is your place, Jed.