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Come on, dad. I
don't wanna do this.

- You broke her nose.
- She deserved it.

Clement man sell.

How'd he get off the
wrecking crew killings?

Fuck.

Listen, I'm gonna need
you to get me a lawyer.

My name is Carolyn Wilder.

I'm a friend of
Marcus sweeton's,

and I'm gonna be your lawyer.

Today must be my lucky day.

- I've seen some shit...
- Things you and your bosses

don't want to come to light.

There's that woman from court.

- What'd you do?
- You bought her a drink.

Then unless you
really have something

on my client, then
walk away, marshal.

I need you to do
me a little favor.

Sandy's dead.

You think she was
there to toss a gun.

Job's the reason we
got the Albanian Mark

and the penthouse crash pad.

You are a tough man
to track down, Raylan.

You know, you did a great job.

She's very sweet.

I see you near
my daughter again,

and I'll kill you.

Hey, Jamal.

I'm sitting here
looking at a lien

from the goddamn IRS.

This is your mess, not mine.

Fix it.

Turn that mess off.

My neighbors are sleeping.

Well, what do you think?

I said turn it off.

Turn it off!

Right.

Well, don't you
wanna know who did it?

No.

Not interested.

Our friend the marshal.

Well, you can tell me about it

at my office tomorrow morning.

He chatted up my girl Sandy,

and I just paid a
little visit to his hotel

and then chatted up his.

His gir... do you
mean his daughter?

All I did was say hi

and get her some
chicken fingers,

which she enjoyed,

and I want you to
look what he did to me.

Maybe you deserved it.

I've been assaulted.

Probably smart we take
pictures of the evidence.

Better light inside.

Don't you put that
out on my yard.

You stay away from that marshal,

you stay away from his daughter,

and you stay away from my house.

Messing with a U.S.
marshal's daughter.

I don't know what
you think you're doing.

What am I doing?

Whatever I want.

How is she?

Ask her. She
ain't talkin' to me.

You didn't take the bait?

I might've left
some marks visible.

Makes this an easy one...

Black bag in a
cornfield, problem solved.

We like him for the judge.

- Come on, Maureen.
- If that was your kids?

- Your girls?
- Everybody from police brass

to action news 7 wanna know why,

36 hours later, we got nothing.

Sorry if I wanna do police work.

- I think she wants a photo op.
- Blow me.

We thump him and send him up,

that's a kill-two-birds
kind of deal.

Hey, look, we take
him, may as well

put a hurt on sweety
and the girl too.

How about the Albanian kid?

Detour.

What do you say, slim?

Your town, your call.

Is it, though?

Hey, two of you need anything...

Place to stay, a hot
meal... say the word.

Thank you.

Yo, Raylan, ride with me.

Maybe we find a tall
building, see if he can fly.

Where are we going?

Marshal's office.

Then where?

Right now is my concern.

What about tonight? Where then?

I'm not gettin' into that now.

"Now." you keep saying "now."

What's the deal, dad?

You got a plan
you won't tell me,

or are you making
this up as you go?

Willa, what do you want from me?

I'd like to eat...

Not a coke, not a package
of nuts out of the machine...

Breakfast with my dad.

- Willa...
- Rollin' out.

What can I get ya?

Scrambled eggs,
toast, cup of coffee.

Tea with lemon, please.

I thought you wanted to eat.

I will.

So... Tell me.

All that activity back there...

You must've
fucked up pretty bad.

What?

It's a word.

People use words to communicate.

You should try some.

All right.

So you're mad.

Mad?

No. I'm in the green zone.

You know, the
social-emotional chart?

Probably didn't
teach that to you

in Harlan public schools
a million years ago.

Blue is sad.

All these kids today
with their little labels.

Green is, kind of, like, steady.

- Yellow...
- And you're mad

'cause you saw
me in the red zone.

Well, he's a killer,
Willa, and he enjoys it.

Do you understand that?

There you go again,
saying I'm mad.

Here you are, sir.

That's the last time, sport.

Sandy Stanton,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in court.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an
attorney and want one,

the courts will appoint one
for you at no cost to you.

- You understand these rights?
- I'm not gonna lie.

I knew this was gonna
happen sooner or later.

Turns out, it was
sooner, wasn't it, Sandy?

You see?

We got a wrecking crew too.

Stupid fuckin' diary's
gotta be here somewhere.

Come on.

Let's go.

It's clear you don't wanna eat,

and I gotta get to work.

I'm slowing you down?

Well... You
certainly didn't help

with that little
stunt last night.

I wish you'd just say it.

What are we talking about now?

I got in the way, and
you got in trouble,

and it would've been so
much easier if I weren't around.

It's hard, Willa.

What's hard, your life?

You do whatever you want.

You're my life.

But am I?

Like, am I even in it?

To even hear you say that...

How do you think
it feels to ask?

I'll do better.

I'll do better.

All right?

I'm gonna hold you to that.

You better not go
backstabbing me.

Yeah, or what?

Why do you think I
broke that bitch's nose?

They had you cold

on four counts of
second-degree homicide,

but you walked.

That's impressive.

You blew town for a couple years

to hide out in the
redneck riviera

ori don't know...
wherever the fuck

a guy like you
thinks is paradise.

But then you come back

and you say, "I
know what I'll do."

"I'll do a judge and a girl,

and then I'll go
after a marshal,"

and I'm trying to answer
the question, "why?"

And the only thing I can deduce

is that you are not
what we in the trade call

a criminal mastermind.

Motherfucker, I
got an eyewitness

that ties you to the judge.

With your sheet, you're
lookin' at life in baraga.

You realize...

That square beard
doesn't make up

for a nice full head of hair.

18 years on the
job, Ms. Stanton,

murder police for 10.

I've seen that look
plenty of times before,

that squeezed-to-death look.

Had it leaving del weems' place,

had it standing at the rail of
the bridge over the Rouge,

and you had it when you
went into sweety's tavern...

But not when you came out.

You've been
someone we can turn to

a long time now,
understand the street.

You don't snitch, fair enough.

But you got your eyes
on the city, the community,

and your tranquil patch therein.

You, um, singing
my funeral song?

You're in the hot seat on a
press case double homicide.

Maybe I am.

Maybe.

You don't wanna talk, fine.

We got Sandy in the next room,

and she is just
spilling her guts.

I'm sorry. Did I
not mention that?

I think I also forgot to mention

that we've been
tailin' her ass...

When she stopped at that bridge,

when she stopped
at sweety's tavern,

presumably at your behest.

He's here too, by the way.

We found the murder gun,

the one you hid
there, Ms. Stanton.

Isn't that right?

Isn't that why you looked

so calm and
collected coming out?

Sandy Stanton, next room over,

just gave us the gun.

Hear me?

We got you cold.

I wanna see my lawyer.

Okay, partner.

I guess there's no point
in letting them tell it all.

Can you just do
me a favor and...

Can you get me a tape recorder?

I got you covered, pal.

Yeah, but it's not the same.

Lucky me.

It only took me
six rooms to find it.

Now talk.

I do appreciate the effort.

Got up and sang?

That's a new one.

Like he knew I was there.

You know, I knew what to expect

when I put you on this...

Understood... no more surprises.

But you stay on this road,
you're gonna get indicted,

and then I'm gonna
miss getting this guy.

Then send me home, Lou.

As the Leo who assaulted

instead of arraigned a suspect?

Then keep me here.

Did you like the drink
he sent you at the bar?

That was you.

The sparkler was a
nice touch. Thank you.

He's not bad for a white guy.

Leave her out of this, please.

We're just talking.

Give us a minute, Willa.

And stay put.

- Nice to see you again.
- You too.

You need to get your
client under control.

Excuse me?

I steered clear,

but there are
goddamn boundaries.

He crossed a line.

You put your hands on him.

Not arguing I didn't.

I should not have to tell
you why that's not okay.

Clement man sell ain't
some misguided boy,

someone to defend,

- feel sorry for...
- I told you to stay away,

- but no.
- He killed the judge

- and Rose Doyle.
- Don't ever

- do that to me again.
- We know he did.

Then prove it!

Get him... the right way.

Look, look, look.

I know that's your kid.

You're angry. I get it.

I'd be angry too,

but everybody
doesn't get to be angry

the way you do.

I appreciate the meal, bill.

And I appreciate you
opening your home.

You're safer here than you
are at some hotel downtown.

Yeah, I'd like to
see that guy try it.

Tough guy?

Still, the risk ain't zero.

I thank you both.

It's all good, brother.

You sure I can't
dry or something?

Nah, you just chill.

How about you
show Willa your room?

What's Florida like?

It's pretty nice.

It's never cold.

We have palm
trees and alligators.

I have friends with
alligators in their backyards.

Brought you an extra pillow.

I know what you're thinking.

What does man sell
have to do with judge guy?

Never came through
his courtroom.

Never crossed paths
with Rose either.

Played bumper
cars with the judge

while his old lady's out
with some Armenian kid?

Albanian.

Right, but he
doesn't go after him.

- He's not jealous.
- He's too neat.

Kid figures in somehow.

Look at the marshal
doing cop work.

She's welcome to stay
as long as she wants.

You too.

Go on.

I know you sittin' on them
words like a mother hen.

I'm not sittin' on nothin'.

I'm sweeping up
the shame of it all.

That what I'm
supposed to be feelin'?

That's what I'm feelin'.

It's a shame, a waste.

It's not how it had to be.

But I guess it's how it is.

You know, I lived a long time...

In this place... In this town.

I can't go back now.

And I won't.

Guess I'll go on sweeping, then.

Don't have to do one
thing you don't want.

Not one thing.

Scuse me?

Did you stop at an antique
shop on the way back?

It's mansell's.

Thought he was
slick, stashing it here.

Get rid of it.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Let him think he got
an ace in the hole.

See the look on his
face... When he get got.

Ooh, look at Suzy homemaker.

You needed your rest.

You know, I did.

I am feeling a bit refreshed.

Time to get back on track, baby.

My little Albanian?

Can't you just picture it?

Salt water... Cocktails,
and steamy jungles.

Cut it out.

I ain't gonna do it unless
you brush your teeth.

Baby, we don't have to kiss.

Come on.

I'm hungry, you know,

from cleaning the
whole place myself.

Hey, Sandy, what'd you
do with that gun again?

I told you. I put
it in the river.

So... What the hell is
an Albanian anyway?

You know how Italy sticks down?

Albania's on the
other side of it.

No, no, no, no.

Use the microwave.

- It'll be soft.
- Do it over the burner, then.

It's a bagel toaster.

O... Kay.

Anyway, the
Albanians that live here

are mostly the
really hard-ass ones

who wouldn't live
under the Turks

or communists or somebody.

What the hell's so
hard-ass about 'em?

Well, like skender says,

if you do something
to his brother,

you're doing it to him.

Like, husband beats up his wife.

She goes home, tells her dad.

Her dad goes looking
for the son-in-law,

- shoots him...
- Is that right?

And then the brother
of the son-in-law

shoots the dad, and
then the dad's son,

the brother of the guy's wife,

shoots the brother
of the husband.

And sometimes they
have to get somebody over

from yugoslavia to
come and settle it.

It gets so mixed up with
everybody shooting each other.

Jesus, where the hell are
we, Detroit or east Tennessee?

Skender said they built
this secret room he's got.

In case they get into
one of their "blood feuds,"

they got somewhere to hide out.

Secret room?

Hey, bro, when I
say "Polish the floor,"

I mean Polish the floor.

Hey! Welcome to Tirana dog.

Skender "lullgarage"?

Is "lul-your-eye."

Skender lulgjuraj.

You police?

Got a question for ya.

I was once standing
behind an individual,

ordered a hot dog sandwich.

Is it a sandwich?

Bro.

What's your relationship
with Sandy Stanton?

I already told you guys before,

I don't wanna talk about her.

But you were with
her at the night

judge guy was killed?

Sandy's done nothing wrong.

Why are you protecting her?

You two a team?

Team?

We are apple cut in half.

Look, I come here,
this country, this city,

I expect life is PlayStation
and mtv cribs and big butts,

and then... I meet Sandy,

and I see there is
more, you know?

There is, um...

It is embarrassing, bro.

The ring I buy
for this, $27,000.

You're marrying Sandy Stanton?

Tbd.

Sandy's very close
with her brother.

Apparently he wants
to meet me first, so

I say, "fine."

I get it.

Family.

Hot dog sandwich.

What's up, Raylan?

He's loaded, he's in
love, and he ain't so bright.

Doesn't sound like
somebody in on the grift.

Sounds like he's the Mark.

It's, pretty loud in here, bro.

Well, if mama hadn't been
carried off by a tornado,

we'd be holding this
meeting in law ton.

He means law ton, Oklahoma.

Tornado?

How have you never told me this?

It was a day like any
other, mama slaving away.

Poor old gal.

She was hanging
wash on the line,

had a pot on the stove inside.

Then the wind picked up.

Sky turned dark, angry, ugly.

Next thing we know,

she was above the fruited plain,

teams of hounds
out hunting for her

five counties over.

Never found a trace.

Hey, you're pulling my shit!

Trust me, brother.

I'll never pull your shit.

He's not pulling your shit.

So... Young stud
like you, good looks,

big business, hung like
a nine-pound hammer.

I mean, why you
wanna tie the knot?

Ain't domestic life gonna
drag a guy like you down?

Who do I explain this?

You just know.

And I tell you, your concern?

Trust me, when Sandy
becomes lulgjaraj,

she becomes family.

She will never, ever
feel hunger or pain.

That is quite a promise.

I mean, I don't
mean to get personal,

but I gotta look out
for sis here, you know...

Or mama comes

storming back from
wherever she's at

and give me the dickens.

You're a good brother to her.

You look out for family.

Sandy.

So...

All this money you got
from your hot dog dynasty,

how do you keep from
getting taxed to death?

Cash?

Sure, yes.

I bet you got gold bars

or something in
that room of yours.

Yeah.

Ain't no secrets in this family.

Gold bars.

Is not like that, bro.

No?

What's it like, then?

I mean, fuckin' leaf
hits the roof, I'm awake.

I've tried everything.

Got a hamster on a
fuckin' wheel in my brain.

Prick runs all night.

And when I do sleep,
I have crazy dreams

I mean, sick shit.

I don't remember any
details when I wake up,

but when I have
lame-ass bullshit,

that, I remember like
I'm looking at a picture.

Hit me.

All right, one I
had just last week.

I'm at a fancy dinner,

not with bill but with
some random hunk.

You know, magic Mike, right?

Nobody I even know.

And, the guy's giving
me this look, right?

You know the
look... "let's fuck."

And then my girls
show up with guns,

and they're like, "no,
mom, don't, please!

Don't! No, we need you!"

Next thing I know, magic
Mike is just fucking bill,

and I wake up, and
I'm lying next to him,

and his goddamn
sleep apnea thing fell off,

and his fuckin' snoring
is what woke me up.

You know you swear a lot?

That's your takeaway, Dr. Freud?

My takeaway is, it seemed to me

like you were all
pretty happy back there.

In fact, I was
honestly wondering

how you did it... the
job, domestic bliss.

That's easy... pretend.

So what's the deal?

Mansell, Stanton,
and the Albanian kid

have been inside nearly an hour.

Should be wrapping up.

We'll circle back
in a couple hours.

Anything interesting
happens, you have my cell.

Good luck with
that other thing...

You know, with your kid.

I got a hypothetical
I'd like you to assess.

I might have a murder weapon.

A gun that murdered a
judge and might've taken out

three brothers and
two peckerwoods

in the wrecking crew killings.

Now, if this gun
were to show itself...

Where does that leave me?

You talkin' to me like
I'm just your lawyer,

like I didn't do my homework
sitting on your barstool.

So I mean...

You got a take on
this situation or what?

I'm sayin' help me.

Help yourself.

Turn it in.

You know, let's get this
cracker off our backs for good.

And I go to prison.

No, I wouldn't let that happen.

I could talk to
this sister I know

in the prosecutor's office,

see if she'll
guarantee immunity.

Okay.

Okay, you work your magic.

Yeah.

I'll be waiting.

I hope the hotel has a pool.

Willa, we're not
going to a hotel.

You're leaving.

We're leaving.

You're flying home.

I'm staying here.

But mom's on vacation.

Not anymore.

Let's talk in the car.

I spend more than two
weekends a month with you,

and you gotta get rid of me?

Get in the car, please,
and... and hold the drama.

You back stabbed me
after you said you wouldn't.

Give me my bag.

Willa... I cannot do my
job and take care of you.

- Mom does.
- And I will not put you

or that nice family that's
offerin' us their home

at any more risk
than I already have.

If you wanted me here,

you would find a
way to keep me safe.

Hell.

Here.

You left it on the dresser.

All right, you're
gonna love this one.

You're gonna
love it. Yeah, get it.

- Okay.
- There you go.

- Down the hatch.
- Hit it and quit it.

Here we go. Hey!

That's buffalo
sweat right there.

151 and tabasco.

I don't want to know.

You're so cute.

Hey.

- Sandy.
- Yeah?

God!

Honey.

- You all right?
- You okay?

Babe.

Sandy, my sweet apple half...

My god!

Mymy god.

I would very much like to
ask for your sister's hand.

Do you bless?

- I don't know.
- What?

What is it? Tell me.

You know, that secret
room story, I don't know.

Is true.

I think you might be trying

to impress me a little bit.

You don't believe me, bro?

Come on. I'll
take you right now.

You'll see.

Hey!

Okay, all right.

Okay.

You good to drive, big guy?

- I know a little Albanian.
- I heard that joke.

No, no. It's an
actual word... pordhe.

It means "fart."

I don't even wanna hear
how you picked that up.

All right, here we go.

What's your problem, bro?

What the fuck's going on?

Fucking asshole!

- Shit.
- Why don't you hit

the cloak of invisibility button

right up next to the hazards?

Duck down, dude.

Get that big-ass head
down. Come on, man.

I'm 6'5". I can't
fucking get down.

Fuck.

You taste like love.

And buy this building
and convert it to lofts.

You know, cool,
high-end, expensive.

Really, really good
business for us.

Penthouse.

Yes, very nice.

After the world war
ii, they build tough,

- like, um... - Brick shit house.
- Yeah, that!

A shit house, like
three little pigs.

You gonna blow
my house down, bro?

I don't think so.

So I hired a chick
for this place...

Real professional,
knows a lot about art...

And I told her,
"find me cool shit,"

like paintings that's powerful

and looks good behind the couch.

Slivovitz?

Say what?

Or I have bell's in the fridge.

No.

What, you don't
want to hang first?

I think you know what I
want, you old bullshitter.

I told you!

I'll be a son of a gun.

It's like a sexy panic room.

No, is not panic room.
Who is panicking?

I got PlayStation.

Looks like a genuine
Albanian man cave.

For man, I have video games.

But for woman.

I have music!

What you got over there?

Sure, okay, yeah.

You're gonna like this.

Check it out, bro.

- This here is a sig.
- Yeah, sig.

This one is a Czech 7.65.

The big one is a desert eagle.

This one, I think...
yeah, Smith & Wesson.

And this one, I
don't know what it is.

You keep 'em all loaded.

What use is unloaded gun?

What else you got in there?

Nothing.

No money?

Cash?

Yuck. Venmo, bro.

Come on, man.

Everybody got a little
cash stashed someplace.

This guy always wants
to know about the money.

Maybe we get back
to the ring, you know?

- The question.
- Listen, goddamn...

Look, everybody's
got a little sister.

You just wanna look out for her,

you understand what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, he's just
looking out for me.

That's all, right, clement?

- God damn it, Sandy!
- Turn that goat-tit music off.

Fucking shit just
ricochets off my mind.

- I-I just...
- I just don't know how.

I don't understand.

Sweetie, just show him
where the money is, okay?

He's got a real temper.

Can I have the gun back
now? I need to put it away.

- When you're hiding in here...
- I don't hide.

Can you still close the door?

Of course I can. How
else would I get out?

How?

Switch, over here on the wall.

Whoa, bro.

You ain't got cash, we
got ourselves a problem.

You need to get the
fuck out of here, bro.

We still got a little time.

You want another
soda pop or something?

They give 'em to
you free on the plane.

Flight 3298 with
service to tampa, Florida,

is now boarding.

Your mom and Richard
will meet you at the gate.

If they're not
there, just stay put.

That it?

Come on.

You gotta know
this is tough for me,

sending you off like this.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

At least give me a hug
goodbye, - please, dad?

I'll go to Memphis.

Go to Graceland.

Stay there.

Givens.

I'm at skender's.

Got some damage over here.

Raylan?

Raylan.

I'm on my way.