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Previously on
Justified City Primeval...

So this
never happened.

Nothing changes between us.

My client is still my client.

I don't suppose
you've heard anything

about Judge Guy's replacement.

- I have a pretrial motion.

Can't talk now.

- You tell him to not play

with Mansell and that book.

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

Since
I'm out of ideas,

question is, who's the mark?

- Bulldozer Burt...

White-collar, ex-con,
house in Bloomfield Hills.

Sounds like a walk
in the park to me.

- What is that there?

Yeah, it's
a Stanley Garlick.

- Price is 50.
- 10 is fine.

- Evening, Bert.

Jesus Christ.

- The judge had a book of
secrets or favors or payoffs.

No one knows where it is.

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

- What's wrong, honey?

- The judge's book, I
just want to see it.

- You can take a look at it.

See if somebody could help you.

- If there's a wall in Jericho,
it's about to tumble down.

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- You good?

- I got something you want.

- That's fair to say.

- Do you still aspire to
see how Judge Guy's book

puts the pieces together?

- Carolyn...

I want you be careful, now.

- So that's the
question, isn't it?

Do I trust you with what I know?

- Start by taking your coat.

- My experience, if
you got to ask somebody

can you trust them, likely
means you already don't.

- And yet here I am.

- You and me both.

- Cuts both ways.

- It's a dilemma.

- I got a story for you.

1963, a group of Black folks

from Montgomery
County, Mississippi,

they sat down at
a lunch counter.

They were arrested,
taken to jail, beaten,

held without trial for weeks.

Now, they were arrested because
what they did was not legal,

but it was just.

There are things that I
want to do with that book,

and none of them have a damn
thing to do with what's legal

but everything, everything
to do with what's just.

So do you understand...

what it means...

For me...

To trust you?

I do.

But why don't you come inside,

tell me again,
make sure I got it?

- Lonnie.

Lonnie!

Jesus Christ, Lonnie.

You don't bother to tell me
you got a-a vicious attack dog?

- It's not my dog.

- Well, then whose...

It doesn't matter.

It's...

You, uh...

This is where you live?

- It's where I can afford.

- Oh, and I suppose you
want to blame me for that?

Well, don't.

The only person you have
to blame is yourself.

I hired you to do
a specific job,

and you completely
betrayed my trust.

- You didn't pay enough.

- You stole.

- I'm a thief.

- Yes, exactly,
which, thank you,

that's what brings
me here today.

I have an opportunity

that may be more in
line with your...

let's call it skill set.

- Want me to steal something?
- No, I didn't say steal.

No.
- You want me to kill someone.

- No. Jesus, no.
Just let... no.

See, Lonnie...

I'm not just the Bulldozer.

I'm an art collector,

a dabbler but an
enthusiastic one.

- Uh-huh.

- And I had this
painting which, uh,

was very special
to me... Personal.

You understand.

And it was misappropriated

under very upsetting
circumstances.

- Want me to steal it back?

- I'm just saying I would
like to see it on my wall,

and I'm not
particularly interested

in how that comes to be.

- I ain't looking
to hurt anybody.

- No, no, no, nobody needs
to get hurt or killed.

I just want my
Stanley Garlick back.

Here.

Oh, look at that.
It's beautiful.

Look at the brushwork.

Who's got it?

- Uh, this is footage from a
book-shelf cam in my office.

See that man there?

- The white dude?
- Yes, the white dude.

- You know where he is?

- Well, I was hoping you would
come to find him on your own.

Or perhaps his
partner would know.

I was supposed to get
a severance package.

- Yes, before you were
caught stealing from me,

yes, you were supposed to
get a severance package,

but that ship sailed
with the promise

that you wouldn't be indicted.

It is a nice painting, though.

- Okay, tell me what you're
thinking, and we'll see.

The new ones ain't
even got a little slot

for the CD,

I mean, not that I'd
want a compact disc,

but you looking for a
operating tape deck,

you want to go pre-'90s.

Now, this is a '83,

a little shimmy in
the steering wheel,

but there's a subwoofer
underneath the back seat

that makes a pretty good racket.

- Why don't you just
buy yourself a tape deck

and carry it around with you?

Then you can boost any old whip.

Shit, hump
around some ghetto blaster

like I'm on Fat Albert?

I don't think that's a solution.

- I'm just saying,
it's peculiar.

Oh, hush.

There he is.

- You just hush me?
- Sorry, boss.

Uh, you get the...
The dude's page?

- Yeah, I got the dude's page.

- Well, then...
- No, no, no, no.

We talked about this.

I handle the
face-to-face, right?

- Fine, have it your way.

I'll just sit on my hands.

You happy?

♪ When it go,
push comes to shove ♪

♪ Just like a needle
on a compass ♪

♪ Pointing your
way to the north ♪

♪ Just as sure as
death and taxes ♪

♪ Bringing your
plate back for more ♪

♪ Yeah, you do
what you got to do ♪

Ah.

Uh, 5, 10...

Excuse me, uh, what the
fuck is this supposed to be?

- It's supposed to be $15,000.

- Then why is there
only 12, Sweety?

- Said it's all he's got.

- Well, then what the fuck?

- I told him I had to
consult with my partner,

which is what I'm doing.

Look at him,

shrugging poor mouth at me.

This is a cocky son of bitch.

- He said he ain't got
it, he ain't got it.

Blood from a stone.
- Bullshit.

Nobody's got 12 grand
that ain't got 15.

He knew it was 15, and
he come here with 15,

so somewhere in
that car's 3 grand.

- What you plan
on doing about it?

- Wait here.

What are you doing?
Buddy, come here. Hey.

Come here.

Hey, hey. Hey!

What are you doing? Hey!

Oh, wait, wait!

Oh...

- You know he had the
rest in his wallet.

- So the wallet's
down there, then?

- I didn't pull my gun
or nothing, Sweety.

Dude took one look

and hopped clear over
the side like a cartoon.

- You want to get us
the fuck out of here?

Fuck.

- You're gonna have to
go a-a little slower.

It's a lot to take in.

- Can't help but notice you've
hardly touched your coffee.

- I'm beyond coffee.
Run this back.

You're saying
Sweeton and Mansell,

having come into possession
of Judge Guy's book,

are using it to shake down
the people they find inside.

- I am, and they are.

- And if we can get Mansell

with this book physically
on his person...

- Got to be something like
having him dead to rights.

- Uh, listen to you.
What time is the parade?

So...

assuming we can somehow
dredge up a name

from Judge Guy's book,

we set a trap for Mansell.

- Not somehow. I have a name.
- You have a name?

- Someone maximally leveraged
to aid in our cause.

- And this maximally
leveraged person

will cut a deal

in order to keep their
name out of the light,

and that process
somehow renders up

Mansell on the Half Shell?
- Again, not somehow.

- How do we know Mansell
shows up and not Sweety?

How do we know
they'll be interested?

- I ain't saying there
aren't variables.

Where are you getting
this shit? Who's your source?

What's with the cloak
and dagger all of a s...

Are we talking about a sting?

- Here's the deal...
If we don't do this,

we're just waiting for
them to make another move,

and every move Mansell makes

could be a move
someone gets killed.

Now, we have a chance to
do this a different way,

some might say the right way,

and I feel like I'd be remiss...

- Jesus Christ,

you're sleeping with
Mansell's lawyer, aren't you?

Wow, okay.

There's that.

Who exactly are you proposing

we leverage to do this, Marshal?

- Come on.

You got duct
tape on your seats.

- Yeah, sure.

- Sweety here?

- Nope.

- When's he coming back?
- Wish I knew.

- Well...

How about you call and find out?

- How about you
call him yourself?

- I don't have his number.

All right, I'll wait.

- We got $12,000 here.

Why is he so mad?

- Yeah, Sweety, why you so mad?

I can't let two guys in a row

rip us off and be taken serious.

You can sulk all you want,
but you know I'm right.

- First guy didn't rip us off.

He changed the price
at the last minute.

- Yeah, I've been
thinking about that,

and I still think it
was the smart play.

It's kind of like buying a car.

- Fuck, have you
ever bought a car?

Well, Daddy
used to sell Buicks,

and it'd be
such-and-such a month,

and you get ready to sign,
then all of a sudden,

it'd be a couple hundred
bucks more, and then...

they'd say, "Well, that's
the extended warranty."

You see what I'm saying?

- Great, so we got 10
already, plus the 12 here.

Why am I not packing
my bags for Aruba?

- Well, grumpy guts here
gets half that money, doll.

Remember?

You goddamn didn't.

Oh, hey.

You like it?

That's a genuine
Stanley Garlick.

- You fucking went back there?

Uh, yeah.

- It's a bad time.

- Next time you send
me to voice mail

better be 'cause you're dead.

- Like I said, it's a bad time.

- Got a white man
here to see you.

- From the bank?

- He ain't from the
bank, ain't a cop,

definitely done time, won't
take no for an answer.

- Name's Lonnie.

- Say his name is Lonnie.

- Friend or foe?

- Hard to say.

Either way, how about
you head on back now?

- Shit.

All right, on my way.

- He on his way.

- Thank you.

- You know anybody named Lonnie?

- Lonny with a Y or
Lonnie with an I-E?

I'm just joshing you. I
don't know no goddamn Lonnie.

- So...

Aruba, Jamaica, whatever?

Do I have to sing a goddamn
song to get your attention?

I told you yesterday.

- How much more, Clement?

How much more before we can go?

- 20.
- 20 total or 20 more?

- Damn, you're getting as
bad as Sweety... 20 more.

- Okay, 20 more, and
we're on a plane.

I-I want to know you mean it.

I really need to believe
you, Clement. I really...

- Baby, I ain't ever gonna
let anything happen to you,

you understand?

Just got to play this out.

There's gonna be sand
between your toes

and a mai tai in your
hand before we know it.

It's all right, okay?

All right.

- Where are you going?

- Uh, we're gonna
need another car.

- You keep your
toothbrush over there now?

- You're not gonna
let this go, are you?

- Just wondering what other
surprises you got in store.

Just you, me, Wendell,
and Bryl on this...

couple other unis I can
count on to back us up.

And if we do this,
however it goes down,

I call the ball.

It's on me. Deal?

- Wouldn't have
it any other way.

- However you got it, this
plan is some thin shit.

I mean, prosecutor says no...

- She'll fold. I have it
on the best authority.

- Yeah, I'll bet you do.

Diane.

- Whatever it is,
give it to Jake or Dan

or call me tomorrow.

- Day from hell?
- I wish.

Hell would have
spit this day out

and called it overcooked.

I remember you...

Rodeo clown from the bar.

Here to buy a girl a drink?
- Something like that.

Let's just
say for a minute

my name actually is
in Judge Guy's book.

- It is, and it's in the
judge's own handwriting.

- You're a handwriting
analyst now?

Think I don't have
some of my own,

might draw a
different conclusion?

You got no proof...

Something no one
alive can verify,

just words on a piece of paper.

- We have explicit documentation

that you and Judge
Guy took bribes

to let cops off
for bad shootings.

No burden to prove
that in a court of law.

Enough people hear
something like that,

and your career is over.

- Careful, missy.

Could be your
career that's over,

coming in here
trying to blackmail

a county prosecutor into...

Into what exactly?

- Nothing we wouldn't
ask any other CI.

- CI?

You got the paperwork for that?

You have the immunity agreement?

- Is that how you'd
like this to proceed,

make it official on the record?

Look, the time comes,

we'll do what we can to
minimize the effect on you.

Minimize it?

Not much of an offer,

given you don't
even have the book.

- What was the name?
- Darryl Franklin.

- Detroit cop gunned him down

outside a Twistee
Freeze in 2012.

Claim was, he was packing a...

Was it a 9 or a .40-cal GLOCK?

It's hard to recall
because the gun

was conjured up out of thin
air to justify the shooting.

That discrepancy in caliber

almost turned the case
into front-page news.

Uh, you got to be...

you know, David, uh...

David, um...
- Copperfield.

- You got to be goddamn
David Copperfield

to make that kind
of thing disappear.

How the hell did
you ever manage it?

- Diane...

you know that I wouldn't
put myself out on a limb

if I didn't know I had what
I need to make it stick.

Use your head now.

Help us and help yourself,

or everybody reads about
it in the Free Press.

- Want something while you wait?

- You have Fresca?

- See what I can do.

- Guess you worked
here a long time, huh?

- I don't work here.

I help out, time to time.

- So you and Sweety are...

together?

- Seven years.

- And he still don't tell
you where he's going.

You know,

I think this might be
better than Fresca.

- You must be Lonnie.

"Hard up for a toke?

Sweety will start you a tab."

"Need a ride?

Sweety will loan will you
his own personal Cadillac."

Yeah, people been singing
the song of Sweety

for a long time.

- So imagine your surprise

when you start flashing
that picture around

and they say, "That
there is Sweety."

Who's the white boy?

- Sweety, phone call.

- Take a message.

All this about some painting?

- Never know what somebody's
gonna care about, I guess.

Like with you.

You got your own
bar here, friends.

What ends got you messing
with the Bulldozer anyway?

- Maybe I'm tired of
loaning my car to people

and they bring it back
swearing on their mama's grave

that scratch was already there,

or maybe I know what
else they're saying

about me out there... "Sweety
used to be something."

Or maybe I just miss
sitting across the table

from somebody like you,

having a conversation like this.

- I hear that.

I ain't calling you
a house cat, but...

I got to get paid.

- What do you propose?

You tell me
where the white boy's at,

I'll go get the
painting he stole,

and that's it.

- Marcus, will you please
come get the goddamn phone?

Please?

- Don't run off.

- Want to tell me
about this book?

- What book?

- Lady on the phone said

I should tell you
it's about the book.

What?

- Marcus Sweeton.

Speaking. Who's this?

- There's a rumor you have
Judge Alvin Guy's book.

My name is in that
book, do you understand?

- I might.

- What would it cost me to
get that page destroyed?

- Guess that depends on you.

- I'm good up to 30.

I can live with 30.

- I'll have the
money later today,

5:00, Waltham Park, east side,

by the fountain.

Well, you got it
all planned out, don't you?

I never did get
your name, though.

Might be helpful if I'm
to bring the correct page.

- My name is Diane Rogers.

5:00 it is.

- Want to talk about it?

- Might be I just
found a way out.

- What you mean "out"?

You mean out?

- I mean out.

- Gonna have to engage in, uh...

shit I ain't usually
inclined toward.

- Shut the door on
stank Okie peckerwood?

Sweety, I don't care what it is.

You get it done.

- Pull another one of those
drinks you made for him.

Woman just called me,
said she's gonna meet

the man you're looking
for at 5:00 today.

- Where at?

- You say you want
to get paid, right?

- That's what I said.

- You plan on killing
this man in the process?

- If that's what it
takes to get paid.

- Man's name is Clement Mansell.

But if I tell you
where he's gonna be,

he's got to go, you understand?

- Not getting paid
enough for that.

- You just said
now you'd kill him.

- I said if that's what
it takes to get paid.

That there's 6.

The woman he's meeting'll
have 30 on her.

Now, you say you know me, so
you know I'm not bullshitting.

Kill Mansell, and
you take the rest.

- What about the painting?

- What the fuck do you
care about the painting?

Bulldozer paying
you 35 large for it?

Whatever, fine.

I'll get you the painting, too.

But so we understand each other,

none of this happens

unless Clement
Mansell gets done.

- Hey, what's cracking, Sweety?

About time.

Thought I was gonna have
to send out a search party.

- Nothing but fart
cans and tuner metal

out on the roads today.

Damn, I had to haul my ass
all the way out to Flat Rock

looking for a Chevelle.
- Why a Chevelle?

- Shit, man, the fact
you even ask, uh,

makes me not want to go into it.

- Stereo?

- A Blaupunkt MR 21
4x6 crash pad speakers?

The sound is cherry, Sweety.

Why don't you take
a ride with me

and we'll put on some Mingus?
- I got to be someplace.

- Where you got to be?

- Ah...

little thing I got to
do.

- What little thing
you got, Sweety? Damn.

Look, it's about
the book, all right?

I'm gonna collect off the book.

- Wait. Without me?

- "Without me?" he says.

Man throws somebody off the
roof of a parking garage.

- He was provoking me.

- You're too easy to
provoke... That's my point.

I'm looking to get paid, not
strung up on some murder beef.

It's a milk run, all right?

Better if I just
do it on my own.

- Uh-uh. That
ain't how it works.

That's not what we agreed to.

- Well, I ain't agree to you

acting like a crazy
maniac either.

- Are you saying I
can't handle myself?

- I don't even know, man.

- Give me the page.
I'll find this fool.

I'll find out where
the money's at.

- Clement, I...

Give it here, Sweety.

I'm not gonna have you
casting aspersions.

And I am way calmer
than you are...

most of the time.

- All right, you think
you can handle it,

it's all yours.

5:00, Waltham.

Think you and your
Blaupunkt can make it?

- Shit, no problem,

just give me where
the details be at.

I can't believe you sometimes.

- Hi.

- Uh, framer's not in today.
You can bring it back Tuesday.

- I, um... I have
some questions,

um, about art.

Here, I...

So sorry. Garlick.

I'm, uh... I'm hoping to
secure a buyer, though.

I have to say it breaks
my heart to part with it.

Honestly, um,

I'm not entirely sure I can
go through with the deed.

It's just, um, my mother, her...

Sorry...

Her medical bills.

Health care in this country
is a sin, pure and simple.

- Hey.

- You're a hard man to find.

Shit, I wish.

You suddenly forget
how text message work?

- This isn't a conversation
I want memorialized.

Are you alone?

- Alone enough. What's up?

There are some things
that are gonna happen today,

things that could put an
end to this whole drama.

- Funny you mention.

I been working on
some plays myself.

- Well, today would
be a great day

for you to put as much
distance as you can get

between you and my client.

Do you know who
I'm talking about?

- I do.

You steer clear,

because it is
about to come down,

and you want to be
inside when it does.

- Well, I wasn't planning
on being there anyway,

but it sounds like your shit

gonna get in the way of my shit.

- I am sorry to hear that,

but whatever your shit
is, you rein it in,

and you stay away from your
partner from here on out.

- I need to make a phone call.

You be
careful, Sweety.

We're almost there.

- Yo, Lonnie. Sweety here.

Listen, I need
you to hit me back

before you do that thing
we talked about, all right?

It's important.

Hit me back at
this number, okay?

Bye.

- Everybody in place?

Alpha
Team, affirmative.

Copy. Unit
Two is in place.

- That's right, right
by the fountain.

- She looks a little squirrelly.

- Stop touching the
earpiece, please.

Doesn't fit right.

- Then let it don't fit right.

You keep touching it,

gonna look like you're
wearing an earpiece.

- He's late.

- Five minutes ain't late.

- He'll be here.

- Don't like all this
off-book, open-air shit...

Too many variables,
not enough eyes.

This ain't the time to be
running our own wrecking crew.

- Ah, what's not to like?

It's a pretty day. There's
an ice-cream truck.

- How does ice cream help?

- Little treat when we're done.

- Heads up.

- No sign of Sweety.

Watch your backs.

Be ready to move if you
see either a gun or a book.

You the
one I talked to?

Can't say as I am,

but I'm damn sure the
one you talked about.

You bring the book?

- You bring me some money?

- I want to see my page first.

- How about you at least show
me you brought the money?

I've had a bad run of folks
lately trying to rip me off.

You're underestimating my
willingness to cause you pain

right here in front of
God and everybody else.

- All right, that's
it. Let's move.

- It's best you show me
what I came here for.

Goddamn, Marshal, people are
gonna think we're in love.

Show me your hands.

Let's keep it quiet

and not upset the people
enjoying their day.

Or we'll
give 'em a great story

to tell their kids.

How many people you shoot
with that little-dick gun?

Lately?

Oh, you think you're
pretty good with it.

- I qualify every year.

- Wouldn't it be something

if we had ourselves
a little shoot-out?

- Don't think they got a
range where you're headed.

- I'm not talking
about any range.

I'm thinking on the streets,
just when you least expect it.

- I'll ask the chief,
see if he says it's okay.

- I don't think you'll
do nothing of the kind,

'cause you know I ain't kidding.

- Why'd you kill the
judge and the girl?

- Jesus Christ.

Just when I thought we
was getting someplace.

What difference
does it make why?

We're standing here right
now, sizing each other up,

aren't we?

What's it got to
do with the judge

or some dumb little
girl or anything else?

Marshal.

- All right, then.

Bye for now.

Well,
then that's that.

- Appreciate your
help with everything.

- Help? Shit, I still want
my page out that damn book.

- Right. Page in the book.

Doesn't matter.
I'm burnt anyway.

Never gonna sit
on the bench now.

If I could just get that
weight from around my neck,

might be something.

- He's clean.

What
the hell you say?

- Cigarettes, lighter,
couple of breaths mints.

If he had a piece on him, he
squirreled it away somewhere,

the book, too.

- He didn't even have the book?

No book. Maybe
someone tipped him off.

We can't touch him.
We can't hold him.

- Am I actually watching
this man walk away right now?

You told me you wanted
to do this the right way.

You make a move on him here,

the right way is no
longer a possibility.

Marshal, he wants
you to go after him.

He gets off on it. You
want to give him that?

What do you want me to do?

I'll pick him up on
anything you say,

but he'll bounce before
he even gets processed.

All right.

Let's roll it up.

Chin up, Marshal.
We'll get him.

You're all
quiet over there.

Something on your mind, Marshal?

- Can't put my finger on it.

- Put your finger on what?

- There was something fishy

about that particular kerfuffle,

and I'm struggling some
figuring out what it was.

- What's to figure?

Dude outfoxed us again.

- Eh...

maybe.

- Maybe nothing,

unless you lived a different
version of events than I did.

- Wonder if maybe I did.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Ever since I
landed in this town,

ever since I come
across this dude,

I never seen anybody get so
lucky so much in my life.

Mm.

- Get him dead to rights,
everything just so,

and every time, he skates,

cleaner than clothes
on a wash line.

- What's your point?

- I wonder if
anybody's that lucky.

I wonder if some combination

of this dead judge
and this alleged book

and this particular shit bird
is maybe making people act

in ways they otherwise wouldn't.

And I'm feeling like I do
when I'm being played a fool.

You know what I'm saying?

- I hear what I think
you're saying, Marshal,

but I don't know
what kind of response

you expecting from me.

- Nothing more than your
professional opinion.

- My professional
opinion? Shit...

You may be right. I
wouldn't know either way.

And also either way,
I ain't interested,

so you might as well
change the subject.

- Okay, then.

What happened?

- We had him, and
then we didn't.

Jesus.

All right, what now?

- Now you and I
are gonna revisit

a conversation we
had last night,

specifically the part
where I remember saying,

"I want more,"

because I don't know what
you got out of this, Carolyn,

but all I got was a
bit of a bruised ego

and a monster who now
thinks he's untouchable.

- I can't imagine a time
when he hasn't thought that.

- Bad as it's been,
it's gonna get worse.

- So you're saying
you want the book.

- I want to know what you
don't want to tell me.

And if I can't get
it from you, Carolyn,

I really got no
business being here.

You know what I'm saying?

- Okay.

Come inside, and
we'll talk about it.

- I don't want to
have a conversation.

I want answers.
- Raylan.

Come inside.

- It was a setup.

Yeah, I heard.

- The second I landed,

cops all over the place.

I just... walked away.

- I wasn't about to send
you into no lion's den.

- Yeah, I know. I got
your message after.

But looks like
maybe...

They rolled up the
white boy, though.

- What? You mean
this white boy?

What all did I miss?
Feel like I missed a lot.

- You didn't miss
nothing. We just talking.

- Well, who's your friend?

We ain't met yet.

- It's Lonnie.
- Hello, Lonnie.

What brings you
to Sweety's today?

- Ain't exactly a canary, is he?

Funny, seeing as you two
didn't have any trouble

conversating before
I got in here.

By all means, carry on, fellas.

- Well, go on. Answer it.

Yeah, Lon...

- Jesus fucking Christ, man.

- Hello?

Fuck.

It's time to go to The Bahamas.

Yeah, I
got to thinking

about what you were
saying about a tape deck.

Turns out, you're right.

The portability on this
thing is a big plus.

You know, it occurred
to me, Sweety,

I don't think you ever
once got to hear me sing.

I was wondering
maybe I got shy or...

I figured, "What the hell?
What's it gonna hurt now?"

- What the fuck does that mean?

- I think I'm, uh,
ready for you to hear

one of my tunes.

Just the one for now, I
think, is all we got time for.

Why don't you kill that jukebox?

- What?
Go on, Sweety.

Unplug that thing so
I can play you this.

It hurts, Sweety.

Thought we had, like, a
gentlemen's agreement.

You know, you of all people

I didn't think I had
to watch my back with.

That's just lazy. That's
on me. I know that.

See, that's a point of
further reflection later on.

- No, think about
what you saying, man.

You said it. I
got ends in this.

Why would I go and do
something like that, man?

I don't know, Sweety.

Maybe I'm just tired and
ain't thinking straight.

But what nags at me

is that you always get
to keep your hands clean

and I always got to
do the scut work.

Speaking of lazy and, actually,
frankly, disrespectful,

feels like I'm
carrying the full load,

and if I am carrying
the full load,

it gets me to thinking, hmm,

what the hell am I
paying you half for?

Kill the jukebox, Sweety.

- Maybe I don't
feel like listening

to your raggedy-ass tune.

- Unplug it.

- Check this out.

- ♪ I'm gonna fight 'em off ♪

Aha.

So?

- I'm not talking to you
till you put that gun away.

- No, I mean, what do
you think about it?

- Are you seriously asking me

what the fuck I think
about it right now?

- No, man. I mean
a-about my voice.

Like, what do you hear with
those big ears of yours?

You think I got what it takes?

- Goddamn, man.

Even with a gun on you,

you can't lie and
tell me you like it.

- Put the gun away, Clement.

- You are a hard man
to please, Sweety.

Why don't you close
your eyes for me?

- Fuck you.

I got to go out listening

to your honky chicken-fat
cover-song bullshit?

Nah.

You got to look me in the eye.

♪ Don't want to hear about it ♪

♪ From the queen of England ♪

♪ To the hounds of hell ♪

♪ And if I catch you
coming back my way ♪

♪ I'm gonna serve it to you ♪

♪ And that ain't what
you want to hear ♪

♪ But that's what I'll do ♪

♪ And the feeling
coming from my bones ♪

♪ Says find a home ♪