Original subtitles

RAYLAN: I ain't been here a week,

and the shit I've seen has certainly given me pause.

JUDGE GUY: Previously on Justified: City Primeval...

RAYLAN: Clement Mansell killed the judge

- and Rose Doyle. - Then prove it.

MAUREEN: We don't get Mansell in lockup,

Albanians are gonna tear shit up going after him.

BRYL: They had you cold on four counts, but you walked.

RAYLAN: Who was the arresting officer?

WENDELL: Raymond Cruz.

32 years on the job... the world changed, Ray didn't.

CLEMENT: You know the names in that judge's little book.

You know how we get at 'em.

Split this straight down the middle, 50/50.

I got an opportunity to get what's coming to me

and take Mansell down in the process.

Do you mean his little black book?

SWEETY: It could put you in that judge's seat.

I lost my wife. Lost my house, my practice.

CAROLYN: You threw them away when you defrauded your wife.

So you're just gonna stay out here all night

by yourself?

You're with me now.

Not by myself anymore.

Shooting from the hip?

Something like that.

The man who would be fucking king.

RAYLAN: (BREATHES DEEPLY)

CAROLYN: (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Morning.

Morning.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

RAYLAN: Looks like I kept the Albanians out of here.

So this never happened.

So don't tell everyone at school?

I just want to lay some ground rules.

RAYLAN: Of course.

- Nothing changes between us. - RAYLAN: Nope.

My client is still my client.

Yep.

That said, how was it for you?

It was about what I expected it to be.

(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC)

♪ ♪

Won't hear you. In the shower.

If you, uh, don't want to wait,

you can just tell me who you are.

I'll let her know you came by.

JAMAL: And you are?

I'm the go-getter,

going to get us a few coffees.

Which means you're coming back.

Or I could stay. Should I stay?

We can wait.

JAMAL: You're gonna wait with me?

RAYLAN: I don't think I can just let you in.

We can wait together.

Or, again, you could just...

tell me who you are, and I'll tell her.

She and I have some pecuniary matters to handle...

something you don't need to know nothing about.

You tell her that I was here. I'll catch up with her later.

- She'll know who. - But I won't.

I'm a jack-of-all-trades, advocate for the disadvantaged,

style maven, clearly, street pastor.

Occasionally I'm a nutritionist.

You dig?

Oh, and don't let this house fool you.

This neighborhood, it could be hazardous to your Caucasity.

(ENERGETIC ROCK MUSIC)

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

♪ ♪

CLEMENT: Oh, damn, I do love a tape deck,

but I got to boost a lot of shitbox old cars.

They got milkshakes in there? I could really use a milkshake.

Sweet tooth for a sweet lady.

- That's not funny, Clement. - Please don't start again.

And don't worry about those boys coming back.

When we're in there, I don't want to hear

one word about Albanians,

so just keep those pretty lips of yours

wrapped around the straw.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

♪ ♪

So how you want to play it?

SWEETY: I'm working on who, not how.

CLEMENT: Yeah, I think we can play this hard and heavy.

SWEETY: Nah, this is a different thing than we ever did...

different kind of criminal, requires finesse.

Well, the quickest, surest way to get money off somebody

is to stick a gun in their mouth and ear back the hammer.

"Your money or your life, partner."

I'm not saying there ain't

hard dudes in this book we're gonna hit hard.

I'm saying we find the right name...

SERVER: Here you go.

SWEETY: We won't have to hit 'em at all.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

CLEMENT: See if I can find the class of criminal

you got in mind.

Damn, lots of numbers and letters and shit in here.

Here we go... people.

All right, how about Roger Block?

War hero, rich.

He's got to have a hard bark on him, though.

Okay.

Uh, Bernie Bernbaum.

Don't know him.

I thought you knew everybody.

In the entire city of Detroit?

Well, okay.

How about Tootie Clay?

Too old.

How old?

Dead.

(SIGHS) Meynard Delvina?

SWEETY: Hell no.

CLEMENT: What's wrong with Meynard Delvina?

We don't need to be tussling with no ethnics.

CLEMENT: What, you afraid you can't hold your own

against some Detroit wiseguy now?

He ain't Italian. He's Albanian.

I got no interest in being peeled like an orange.

I'm not feeling so hot. I think I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, stick around. Be my lucky penny.

I'm the one needs luck.

CLEMENT: (CHUCKLES) No, you don't.

SANDY: I'm leaving, lovey bear. You got it?

♪ ♪

(DOOR BELLS JINGLE)

♪ ♪

She's just pissed I didn't finish

what I started last night, if you know what I mean.

Yes, Clement, I know what you mean.

The question is, what does she mean?

Question is...

since I'm out of ideas, question is, who's the mark?

♪ ♪

Well... (CLEARS THROAT)

I did have a thought on that. (CLEARS THROAT)

You seen those billboards around...

Burt Dickey Real Estate?

I don't read billboards.

Anyway, they call him Bulldozer Burt

'cause he rips down old buildings to put up condos.

So?

SWEETY: So...

white-collar ex-con,

house in Bloomfield Hills.

(SOFTLY) Oh.

Sounds like a walk in the park to me.

Have you walked in the park lately?

It's full of bums and perverts.

- (DOOR OPENS, BELLS JINGLE) - But...

Bulldozer Burt.

Why not?

SINGER: ♪ Get on up and get on up and dance ♪

- SINGERS: ♪ Los locos ♪ - SINGER: ♪ Well ♪

RAYLAN: You had a visitor while you were in the shower.

- CAROLYN: Oh, shit. - RAYLAN: No, not Albanian,

unless there are Black Albanians.

CAROLYN: We everywhere. (CHUCKLES)

I didn't get a name,

but, uh, he was sporting some sweet footwear.

CAROLYN: What, his nonexistent basketball team

needed some funds for some uniforms or something?

RAYLAN: He was a grown man.

He said there were money matters to attend to

and that time was of the essence.

Is he a client?

Look, just because you got in my panties

doesn't mean you can get in my business.

But that never happened.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

I have plenty of protection at the courthouse.

Don't tailgate me by wheel or by foot.

Funny that I'm the one you're worried about following you.

Givens... are we straight?

Yes, ma'am.

♪ ♪

(PHONES RINGING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You didn't notice that you were swimming upstream?

RAYLAN: Figured there were doughnuts in the break room.

No, an all-hands meeting.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

- Last night? - Yeah.

Storm warning in effect.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Check in at the office later.

BRIGGS: I just got off the phone with the governor,

who wanted to know why, in the five days

since Judge Guy and the young lady got murdered,

there has been absolutely zero progress.

Results now!

I'm gonna imagine myself some sunny place

that's not a weed lot over by Northville Downs.

BRIGGS: Better yet,

- get your thumbs... - Piazza San Marco sounds good.

BRIGGS: Out of your asses and help!

- You ever been to Venice? - BRIGGS: Are we clear?

I got a Borsalino hat, Marshal. You like hats.

BRIGGS: As far as who's in charge of this jumble-fuck

now that Detective Bryl is on ice,

I've made Detective Downey sole lead,

effective immediately.

Detective Downey.

Thank you, Chief Briggs.

Effective immediately, we're going back to the start.

CAROLYN: He's not going to listen to me,

but he'll listen to you.

You tell him

to not play with Mansell and that book.

Between getting this bar/museum back together

and paying off what he owes on the reverse mortgage,

he's in too deep to think with his head.

Well, do you happen to know where that piece of metal is

that could take the devil down?

I might.

CAROLYN: Well, you might want to hide it

somewhere where he can't find it,

and I'll find a way to make it turn up.

Mm-hmm.

That don't get him out of hock, though.

Well, I guess it's time to play Powerball scratchers, huh?

WENDELL: Look at this mess.

"You can only kill a man once,

but you can murder a crime scene a hundred times."

One thing no one's talking about

I can't get out of my head.

Went wrong somewhere along the way.

He showed it to us. Practically a threat.

He knew it was a big deal.

Remember the Hardy Boys? Think I got the idea there.

Solving mysteries and shit.

The judge had a book of secrets

or favors or payoffs.

No one's seen it since. No one knows where it is.

Mansell's got it, right?

Or someone else paid him to hit the judge and grab it?

I don't know.

But it ain't nowhere, and it is the key.

WENDELL: I didn't want to be a cop, really.

I was gonna write stories.

Tell you, if I wrote this case as a whodunit,

wouldn't have sold one copy.

If you're saying standing out here

is a waste of our time, I agree.

I'll do you one better.

We're all gonna be retired, playing pickleball,

this case still open.

Got to make something stick somehow.

Wasn't there a suspect you guys brought in, a drifter?

Was out at the golf course that night.

WENDELL: Bryl interviewed him...

Afghanistan vet, name of Darrold Woods.

Here, this guy.

Yeah. Uh, we know he didn't do it.

Mansell did it.

You want to BOLO Darrold?

Maybe he'd recall something he forgot the first time.

Man, he burned Rose's thigh with a cigarette

to see if she was alive.

She was shot point-blank in the face.

He had to... check?

He did. You know why?

Says here he was high on PCP.

High on PCP.

So not likely to recall anything helpful?

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Burt, how you doing?

O-or do you prefer Mr. Dickey?

The second, thank you.

SWEETY: Oh, no, no, thank you for taking my call.

I'ma guess that means you, uh...

you saw the photo I texted?

Very much so. Um, can I call you back?

(SOFTLY) Sst. You got a C-note?

- SWEETY: What? - (NORMALLY) You got a C-note?

Come on. They're going to lunch.

Huh. Hey, bud.

68?

SWEETY: Get the fuck out of here!

Go, go!

No.

BURT: (SIGHS)

Go ahead.

What time can I swing by?

- BURT: Here? - Where's here?

You at home, the office, racket club?

Oh, well, I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.

SWEETY: Oh, so the office?

I prefer home. How about 4:00 sharp?

No, no, no. I've got a 3:30...

Okay, great. Thanks. Bye.

(LINE CLICKS)

Great, yes.

Fantastic. I'll talk to you then.

Okay, bye.

This is all shit, by the way.

CAROLYN: Diane.

I don't suppose you've heard anything

about Judge Guy's replacement?

I have a pretrial motion. Can't talk now.

Why the tight lips?

I don't think you want to know.

Are you trying to not tell me

that you put yourself up for the judgeship?

This wasn't even in your periphery last week.

Now you're probably greasing palms.

You can't just sit there like a wallflower,

hoping people will notice you.

I do what has to be done.

You are a politician, Diane,

and politicians should not be sitting on the bench.

You want it, Carolyn?

Go make friends with the governor.

Don't beg me for it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

WENDELL: All right, look...

there's three ways this'll go.

One is, God Himself sends down a lightning bolt

and breaks the case open.

Two, this shit drags on and drifts away,

and all we got to show for it is a peptic ulcer.

Three, we go find Clement and shoot him.

♪ ♪

I suppose there are four ways.

The third way I was thinking... call it the Detroit way,

although for sure we don't hold the patent.

Entrapment... or plant a little dope

or go all the way and frame the guy up.

Yeah, not my style either. (SIGHS)

Know what I should do? (SIGHS)

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna wash my hands of it, go home, see my kid.

A time will come one day you won't even think

about this place. (SLURPING)

Someone got the son of a bitch before.

Clement's not the Christ almighty Zodiac Killer.

What was the name of the arresting officer?

(SLURPING)

♪ ♪

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

Good afternoon.

MARY: Is he dead?

- Excuse me? - Raymond.

WENDELL: My bad.

Homicide at the door, you assume we found him somewhere.

Then what brings you to my door, Wendell?

PAL drive, I hope.

The truth is, Mary Alice,

he may be helpful on a case we're working.

That one that's all on the news.

Look, I know how it is with y'all.

And you're still here.

Uh, care to take that one, Marshal?

Ma'am, we thought your husband...

Ex-husband. Who is this guy?

- I tried to tell him. - MARY ALICE: I'll tell him.

I don't like Raymond.

I don't keep tabs, and he doesn't check in.

You can see why I thought he was dead in a ditch.

I do hear that, but it's important.

Aren't they all?

You trimmed down, Wendell.

Nice to see you taking better care.

Trying to quit coffee, drinking green tea.

Some getting used to at first...

If you find Raymond,

tell him I got fed up with his old Cutlass

in the garage...

had it towed.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

Told you how it'd go, and that's how it went.

♪ ♪

MAUREEN: Hey.

Okay.

Any coffee in there?

Yeah, and something else... it came for you, Raylan.

I think it might cheer you up.

WENDELL: Aw, somebody misses her daddy.

♪ ♪

You know, for a minute, I really hoped

these would cheer me up.

♪ ♪

(LAID-BACK ROCK MUSIC)

♪ ♪

This is a nice place.

What do you think he did to get in the book?

- Capitalism. - Ah.

I don't know if I ever told you, but...

I got a call one night.

It was my old homeboy from Cooley, Ricky Lawson,

who you wouldn't know by name

but who played with 'em all, man...

Michael, Stevie, Lionel.

Anyway...

calls about 1:30 in the morning,

says, "Marcus, you got your pants on, man?"

Says, "Miles just finished his show at Chene Park.

Band went back to the hotel."

Now, this is...

June '91, few months before he passed.

Anyway, he says, "Miles feels like jamming.

Can you be in the studio in an hour?"

Hell yeah.

15 minutes later, boom, I'm knocking on the door, man.

Walk in, Ricky's behind the kit,

couple other cats I seen from the clubs.

It's quiet...

No charts,

no chitchat.

Motherfucker just play.

- CLEMENT: Oh. - SWEETY: Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Which we did.

(LAUGHTER)

Yeah, it was all right.

So...

6:00 a.m., we pack up.

And as I'm walking out,

without having said a word to the man...

he looks at me...

says...

"You got big ears."

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Miles Davis.

(LAUGHTER)

Wow. He said that to you, man?

Yeah, man.

CLEMENT: Man, that's good shit.

- Mm-hmm. (CHUCKLES) - CLEMENT: Oh.

What made you think of that?

(TRUCK DOORS CLOSING)

(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

(SOFTLY) Let's go.

CLEMENT: You sure about that ten?

BURT: You said 4:00. You're late.

SWEETY: Wanted to make sure you were home waiting.

BURT: And you didn't say there'd be two people.

- Who's this? - My half brother, Marvin.

CLEMENT: And it's a pleasure, Burt.

It's a wonderful garden you have outside,

and with weed legal in Michigan,

I think you could have yourself a nice little grow.

Is that what I'm dealing with here... couple of potheads?

We're looking to make a fair deal.

Oh, businessmen... what a relief.

You know...

it's very, very easy for a garden to fail.

You have to tend to it constantly,

and that was the mistake I made

that led to my entry in Judge Guy's ledger here.

I, uh, mishandled my affairs.

But who among us hasn't lost their head over a lady?

Me.

Surely, at some...

Okay, brass tacks... where are we at?

30.

(CHUCKLES) 30,000?

No, no, no, no, no. Three.

- 30. - 5,000, and don't push it.

Burt, come on. Do we look like we're here for chicken feed?

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

We are not walking out of here for less than 20.

BURT: Do you, uh...

do you think that I have that kind of cash just lying around?

Just... just piles of cash?

True.

All computers these days, so I'm inclined to believe you.

(SIGHS, EXHALES SHARPLY)

17,500. We... we can live with 17,500, right?

Not really, no.

Look, come on, we don't want to grind the man.

- Mm. - SWEETY: Ah, 17,500's...

you know, I think that's completely fair.

Ten, that's it, no more.

Te... did you say ten?

- Ten. - SWEETY: Ten?

- BURT: Mm-hmm. - SWEETY: Come on, man.

You're killing me, Burt.

BURT: That's a lot of money for a slip of paper, gentlemen.

Not a bad day's work.

You'll have 10,000 more dollars

than you did when you walked in that door.

What is that there?

What?

The... what, the Garlick?

The painting... with the road

and the telephone pole and the farmhouse.

BURT: Yeah, it's a Stanley Garlick,

one of his.

Are we done here?

The price is 50.

Not 10, not 17,500. 50.

Are you serious? Is he serious?

Nah. Ten is fine.

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪ ♪

He had 50 in a coffee can.

You know he did... a guy like that.

- The point was not the money. - I'm not...

It was to see if the book worked.

I'm not saying the point is always the money, okay?

But when it comes to extortion,

I do think the point is the money.

The point is, I told you to be cool.

Did I pull a gun, threaten the man?

No, I was cool.

And we nearly got 40 grand more.

The point is, it worked, man.

(SCOFFS) Man, I think we're talking in circles here.

♪ ♪

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CAROLYN: (CHUCKLES)

You didn't. (CHUCKLES)

RAYLAN: I didn't. Your client Clement Mansell did.

CAROLYN: (CHUCKLES)

- They're beautiful. - Mm.

CAROLYN: The day I've had,

I don't even care about you doing this in public.

I've had a peach myself.

Well, if the devil gave me a box of chocolates,

I'd eat them.

You saying you're hungry? Because I am.

Come on, I'm buying.

CAROLYN: Oh, really?

RAYLAN: Mm, well, American taxpayer is.

CAROLYN: (CHUCKLES)

You're not paying for nothing, are you?

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

♪ ♪

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

♪ ♪

(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

♪ ♪

(TIRES SQUEALING)

♪ ♪

My Lord, have mercy.

CAROLYN: "You're good.

You're good. You're good."

Why is that a statement now?

Don't tell me how I feel. You have no clue.

Now, see, in the D, we keep it as a question.

We say, "Are you good?"

- RAYLAN: (CHUCKLES) - CAROLYN: "You're good?"

(CHUCKLING) What?

That way, you let me tell you how I feel.

See, people need to think about how they use their words.

You like telling people what's what?

(LAUGHS) You don't?

RAYLAN: My experience, people do as they will.

The trick is how you react.

Laissez-faire approach. Is that it?

I don't speak Spanish.

(SCOFFS) You know what it means.

And you know that's not you.

I'm getting an X-ray with my dinner.

Maybe that's what you prefer...

choosing for people,

affecting outcomes...

All by yourself... power.

See, in my life...

Everybody has their foot on my neck

to get what they want.

(ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)

Fuck them.

Fuck them to be so small that they abuse their power.

Now, see, I want mine,

but I'm gonna use my power to do what's right.

I am going to bang my gavel to set things straight.

And you have confidence

in the sobriety of your judgment?

I've got to be if I'm gonna sit on the bench.

You are sitting here with me.

I never said that my judgment

wasn't occasionally impaired. (CHUCKLES)

Are we at emotions already?

Ah, let's keep it at aspirations.

RAYLAN: Well, I just aspire

to find out how our dead friend's little book

ties this whole thing together.

CAROLYN: (SIGHS)

Is that a question?

Officially?

Oh, okay, let me rephrase that.

Are you questioning me?

Because I don't know if anybody told you,

but I'm not obligated

to give up that kind of information.

If it was official, Carolyn, what then?

Would you be needing yourself a good lawyer?

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

♪ ♪

CAROLYN: (SCOFFS)

Really, Jamal?

Damn, you brought the white boy here.

It's the street pastor.

Oh, this is not the time. This is not the place.

You telling me that this corn dog...

that's your new flavor?

My mistake... nutritionist.

Make yourself scarce.

Why are you showboating like this?

Why are you brushing me off?

I'm gonna jump in here

because I'm still a little lost.

You are?

♪ ♪

JAMAL: I'm her heart.

Was, was.

JAMAL: Junior high, high school.

We came to this very restaurant right after our prom.

Broke up for college,

ended up sowing our wild oats,

and then we ran back up into each other's arms.

Again...

- (HAND THUMPS) - Past tense.

Marriage, law school, partners.

Divorce.

JAMAL: Just a little bump in the road, baby.

At this point, it's really a whole other street.

You can make time to see me.

But our conversation was just getting juicy.

You know what? You should go. (SIGHS)

Yeah, man.

I'm sorry. We got some shit to work out.

No.

- You should go. - JAMAL: What?

RAYLAN: She asked you to go. What you do now is oblige.

I'ma have to whip your ass

in the middle of a Chinese restaurant.

God damn it, Jamal.

Mm-hmm. You better tell him I do that black belt.

Oh, look, I have one too.

You just had to do that.

No, Carolyn. He a pig?

RAYLAN: I believe that term applies more to police.

I'm a Deputy U.S. Marshal.

CAROLYN: You know what?

That's it. I'm leaving.

- JAMAL: No, no... - CAROLYN: I am lea-ving.

Hey, we still got to talk about this predicament.

You didn't finish your thought.

No, no, no. You guys can talk.

Talk to each other. I'm leaving.

- You're leaving me hanging. - Have I ever?

I'd like to hear it, interruption notwithstanding.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ♪

You know, the best Chinese restaurants in Detroit

is actually in Canada.

(ROCK MUSIC)

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ I know tomorrow's ♪

- ♪Never coming your way ♪ - (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

SANDY: (SCOFFS)

Look who's touching Jesus.

We're celebrating.

SANDY: It worked?

Oh, my God, baby! H-how much you get?

You ever really looked at money?

I mean, there is a lot going on.

SANDY: Here...

What kind of champagne you want, girl?

Whatever they serve in Aruba!

Whoa, slow down.

No, no, we're not going anywhere.

Baby, that judge's book is like an ATM.

We're just gonna keep hitting it until we get

a couple suitcases full.

Then we'll get out of here and never come back.

Wh... (SIGHS)

♪ ♪

Babe, I want to believe you, but...

you're kind of stoned.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

What's that mean?

I'm full of shit?

♪ ♪

No, no, let... let me ask you a question.

♪ ♪

You think I got a good singing voice?

♪ ♪

Baby...

isn't what matters that you like your singing voice?

♪ ♪

(LAUGHING) Shit.

- I'm fucking paranoid. - (LAUGHTER)

SANDY: Mm.

♪ ♪

I believe you, okay, babe?

But, you know, if... if we're gonna stay,

really got to take care of the situation.

That's right... take care of the situation.

The only situation I'm gonna be taking care of tonight,

baby, is this party right here.

Mm.

♪ ♪

Carrie?

(DOG BARKING)

Look, I don't want to stand out here

talking to you on your stoop, so...

JAMAL: Yeah, yeah, come on in.

(SCREEN DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS)

It ain't exactly paradise.

How'd you find me?

CAROLYN: I called your sister.

JAMAL: Oh, she always liked you more than me.

(ROMANTIC SOUL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

♪ ♪

I didn't expect this...

when I caught you wining and dining mayonnaise sandwich

at our restaurant.

You do recall that the U.S. Marshals

used to catch runaway slaves,

put them back into bondage?

That's tragic.

Just Monster Ball -ish.

(CHUCKLES) Both of you.

What... what are you trying to do, huh?

Defend my honor?

- (LAUGHS) - CAROLYN: Huh?

Listen, I see you.

I am just trying to turn the chapter on you and me.

♪ ♪

I can't bank on promises.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Come here.

Sit.

♪ ♪

I hate that you got to see me living like this.

♪ ♪

It's embarrassing.

Yes, I took you for granted.

Yes, this is my mess.

♪ ♪

That's the reason why I'm here.

I'm just a changed man, baby.

(SCOFFS)

- Jamal, Jamal, Jamal... - JAMAL: Up in Cass Tech...

you were the one.

I could've had any girl in there,

but I put my arm around you...

'cause I've always wanted to give you

the glamour that you deserve.

And it was cool for a minute, until it wasn't.

Let's just restart this, baby. Let's refresh it.

♪ ♪

I love you.

I love you, Carolyn. (SMOOCHES)

Carolyn, I love you, baby.

♪ ♪

Come here, baby. I love you, baby.

- You can't be serious. - I'm serious.

You can't be serious.

You can't be serious.

- Okay. - Where is she? Is she here?

- Is she... hello! - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Carolyn. - CAROLYN: Ma'am? In here?

- Oh, let's try up in here, huh? - (KICKS DOOR)

- JAMAL: Hey, come... Carolyn. - Is she... hey.

I know. Ah!

- That's my cousin Tasha. - CAROLYN: Come on.

You know Tasha.

She the one that, um, is having the fibroid surgery.

CAROLYN: Oh.

- This is not Tasha's size. - JAMAL: All right.

Hey, you got a little side piece, right?

I deserve a little flapjack.

Look, she don't live here.

Oh, you living here with somebody...

somebody, which means you are no longer eligible

to receive alimony from your ex-wife.

Baby, she just a throwaway. Come on.

I'm about me and you.

You're not about me.

You're about flashing.

So if you want some more loafers,

I suggest you have tig old bitties

to take you shopping.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

I paid the lien.

♪ ♪

I paid it this afternoon.

Then why you come back, then?

Huh?

If you wasn't about me and you...

Wilder & Wilder, baby.

♪ ♪

I came here to tell you

that if you ever come up to me asking me for money again,

I am going to snitch on you

like William O'Neal did Fred Hampton,

and then I'm gonna come over here

and burn your whole fucking closet.

Now you getting emotional.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

That's true...

♪ ♪

Because I need honesty.

♪ ♪

(VOICE BREAKING) And I really thought that was you.

♪ ♪

(SOBBING) But it's not.

And I'm done. (SNIFFLES)

And I'm broke. I'm broke!

♪ ♪

(SNIFFLES)

(LAUGHS)

♪ ♪

But I would pay...

(SNIFFLES)

I would pay to make sure

that you are nothing more than a memory.

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Carolyn!

Carrie!

♪ ♪

Carrie!

(SCREEN DOOR CLOSES)

♪ ♪

(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

♪ ♪

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GASPS) Jesus Christ.

Evening, Burt.

(QUIRKY DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

♪ ♪

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

♪ ♪

(VOLUME INCREASES)

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's wrong, honey?

♪ ♪

Tell that heifer to go buy herself some manners.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES, MUFFLED)

CAROLYN: I want to see that book...

- (DOOR CLOSES) - The judge's book.

You been crying, baby girl?

CAROLYN: I don't... I don't want to take it.

I just... I just want to see it.

Ain't even gonna say hello, huh?

(CRYING) I take care of everybody.

I'm done.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

So you want in?

Be a client to your client?

- I know you need the bread. - No, no.

♪ ♪

I want that bench.

There you go, Judge Wilder.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

Woman got to use what she got to get just what she want.

(SIGHS) All right, James Brown, just let me see it.

You can take a look at it,

but this is our pouch of diamonds.

So don't go after anybody without telling me first.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪ ♪

The whole city is in this book.

♪ ♪

You see somebody could help you?

♪ ♪

If there's a wall in Jericho...

it's about to tumble down.

♪ ♪

(JAZZY PIANO MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ♪

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(CELL PHONE THUDS ON BAR)

♪ ♪

RAYMOND: Mary Alice only speaks to me on pain of death,

so she must've figured this'd mess up my night pretty good.

Selfishly, I'm glad she did.

- Raylan. - Raymond.

- Soda water and lime for me. - BARTENDER: You got it.

RAYLAN: Yeah, quitting is on my list.

RAYMOND: So how can I help you, Raylan?

RAYLAN: You tangled with Clement Mansell.

- Remind me. - Oklahoma Wildman.

Ran with the Wrecking Crew.

Wrecking Crew raided a stash house.

Clement killed four of 'em.

Fifth one lived long enough, put a finger on him.

A-a-and he went up for that.

Not for long, he didn't.

Hey, the system has its flaws.

You write your congressman.

Not the system, it's him.

So what do you want to know about the Oklahoma Wildman?

It's all there. I left my old case files clean.

I ain't got those kind of questions.

I want to know what's missing,

why I think I can't trust anybody,

why it's all a shit sandwich.

Look at you, still giving a fuck.

I try.

Ah, you remind me of me, man, when I started out,

except you're old.

(SIGHS)

I ain't gonna sleep at night, this son of a bitch wins.

♪ ♪

Back in the day...

♪ ♪

First started out,

guy I tangled with...

Freddy Keck was his name.

(CHUCKLES) He was cute.

You know, Freddy shot through my front window one night,

not to kill.

More like, "Come on, man, let's do it,"

like it wasn't nothing... cowboys and Indians.

Except...

Freddy was for real... a stone killer.

- How'd you get him? - Eh, we couldn't.

- You didn't get him? - I said we couldn't.

So what happened?

Showed up at my house one night.

- He got tired of the game? - (SCOFFS) I know I was.

But he says we're gonna sit and have a drink.

It was all a big mix-up.

Said if... if I had any sense of humor,

I'd see how comical the whole thing was.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - He's chattering away.

Yeah, he walks behind my bar, reaches down,

and then... (POPS LIPS)

I shot him.

- He drew on you. - Eh, I shot him.

He had a gun on you.

Eh, I don't know.

You don't know?

Think it was a church key.

(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)

He had a bottle opener in his hand?

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

(NORMALLY) What I remember is...

He's still talking.

Hole in his chest, eyes wide open,

still talking.

I don't know what he was saying or who he was saying it to.

I-I didn't care. The guy would never shut up.

Anyway...

I cleaned my fingernails with the bottle opener, and...

That was that.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

And I sleep just like a baby.

♪ ♪