All language subtitles for Justified.City.Primeval.S01E06.WEB (SDH)

[Wendell] Previously on
Justified: City Primeval...

[Carolyn]
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.

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

[Clement]
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?

[Burt] Yeah,
it's a Stanley Garlick.

-Price is 50.
-Ten is fine.

Evening, Burt.

[gasps] 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.

You see somebody
that could help you?

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

[knock at door]

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.

[Carolyn sighs]

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?

[Raylan] I do.

[gentle music playing]

But why don't you come inside,

tell me again,
make sure I got it?

Lonnie.

-[chain rattling]
-[dog barking]

[Burt yelps]

Lonnie!

[barking continues]

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-- [sighs]

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.

[Lonnie] 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.
-[Lonnie] Who's got it?

Uh, this is footage from
a bookshelf cam in my office.

See that man there?

-[Lonnie] The white dude?
-[Burt] 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.

[Lonnie groans]

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.

[slurps]

It is a nice painting, though.

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

[Clement] The new ones
ain't even got a little slot

for the CD,

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

but if 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.

[rock music playing
over stereo]

Why don't you just buy
yourself a tape deck

and carry it around with you?

Then you can boost
any old whip.

[scoffs] 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.

[Clement] 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?

[rock song continues]
♪♪ 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 ♪♪

[clears throat, groans]

[song continues]
♪♪ Yeah, you do
What you got to do ♪♪

[Clement] Ah.

Uh, five, ten...

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.

[Clement] Look at him,

shrugging poor mouth at me.

This is a cocky son of a 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
three grand.

What you plan
on doing about it?

[tires squealing]

Wait here.

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

Come here.

Hey, hey. Hey!

What are you doing? Hey!

Oh, wait, wait!

-[body thuds]
-[inhales deeply]

[Sweety] 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?

[chuckles] Fuck.

[theme music playing]

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?

[sighs]

[inhales deeply] 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.

[clears throat]

Who exactly are you proposing

we leverage
to do this, Marshal?

[upbeat soul music
playing over speakers]

Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[door closes, bell dings]

[Lonnie] 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.

[billiard balls clacking]

All right, I'll wait.

We got $12,000 here.

Why is he so mad?

Yeah, Sweety,
why you so mad?

[cell phone buzzing]

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?

[Clement] 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...
[clicks tongue]

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

-You see what I'm saying?
-[cell phone buzzes]

Great, so we got ten already,
plus the 12 here.

Why am I not packing my bags
for Aruba?

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

Remember?

[Sweety] You goddamn didn't.

[Clement] Oh, hey.

You like it? That's a genuine
Stanley Garlick.

[exhales sharply]

You fucking went back there?

Uh, yeah. [scoffs]

-[cell phone buzzing]
-[sighs]

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?

[hip-hop music playing
over speakers]

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.

[Sandy] So...

Aruba, Jamaica, whatever?

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

-I told you yesterday.
-[door closes]

How much more, Clement?

How much more
before we can go?

-Twenty.
-Twenty total or 20 more?

Damn, you're getting
as bad as Sweety. Twenty 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.

[doors open]

[indistinct chatter]

Diane.

Whatever it is,
give it to Jake or Dan

or call me tomorrow.

-Day from hell?
-[Diane] 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.

[Diane] 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.

[Diane] 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 nine
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?

[dramatic music playing]

[Maureen] 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.

[R&B music playing on speakers]

[door opens]

Want something
while you wait?

You have Fresca?

See what I can do.

-[ice rattling]
-[drink pouring]

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.

[laughs]

You know,

I think this might be
better than Fresca.

[door opens]

You must be Lonnie.

[Lonnie] "Hard up for a toke?"

"Sweety will start you a tab."

"Need a ride?"

"Sweety will loan will you
his own personal Cadillac."

[laughs]

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."

-[laughs]
-[phone ringing]

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.

[Sweety] What?

Marcus Sweeton.

[Sweety on phone]
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.

[Sweety] I can live with 30.

I'll have the money
later today.

Five o'clock,
Waltham Park, east side,

by the fountain.

[Sweety] 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.

Five o'clock it is.

[low dramatic music playing]

[receiver clatters]

You wanna talk about it?

Might be
I just found a way out.

What you mean "out"?

You mean out?

I mean out.

[chuckles softly]

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 five o'clock 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.

[Sweety] That there's six.

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.

[lighter clicks]

[door opens]

Hey, what's cracking, Sweety?

[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.
[clears throat]

What little thing
you got, Sweety? Damn.

[sighs]

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--

[Clement] 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.

Five o'clock, Waltham.

Think you and your Blaupunkt
can make it?

Shit, no problem,

just give me
where the details be at.

[scoffs]

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.

[light music playing
over speakers]

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.

[cell phone buzzes]

Hey.

You're a hard man to find.

[Sweety] 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?

[Carolyn] 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.

[Carolyn] 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.

[Carolyn]
You be careful, Sweety.

We're almost there.

[line ringing]

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.

[low dramatic music playing]

[dog barking]

Everybody in place?

[man on radio]
Alpha Team, affirmative.

[woman on radio]
Copy. Unit Two is in place.

That's right,
right by the fountain.

She looks a little squirrelly.

Stop touching
the earpiece, please.

[Diane] Doesn't fit right.

Then let it don't fit right.

You keep touching it,

gonna look like
you're wearing an earpiece.

[bright music playing
from ice-cream truck]

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.

[Maureen] Watch your back.

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

[Diane] You the one
I talked to?

[Clement] Can't say as I am,

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

[Diane] 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.

[suspenseful music playing]

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

[Raylan] Show me your hands.

Let's keep it quiet

and not upset the people
enjoying their day.

[Clement] Or we'll give 'em
a great story
to tell their kids.

[handcuffs clicking]

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

-[Raylan] Lately?
-[Clement chuckles]

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?

[Maureen] Marshal.

All right, then.

Bye for now.

[Wendell]
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.

[Diane] 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.

[Wendell]
What the hell you say?

Cigarettes, lighter,
couple of breath mints.

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

the book, too.

He didn't even have the book?

[Maureen] 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?

[Maureen] 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.

[hip-hop music playing
over speaker]

All right.

Let's roll it up.

Chin up, Marshal.
We'll get him.

[Wendell]
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.

[Wendell] Hmm.

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.

[low tense music playing]

Okay, then.

-[gearshift clacks]
-[car door opens]

[Carolyn] What happened?

We had him,
and then we didn't.

[Carolyn sighs] 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.

[blues music playing]

[music continues over speakers]

It was a setup.

[Sweety] Yeah, I heard.

The second I landed,

cops all over the place.

[sighs] 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...
-[door opens]

...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.

[cell phone buzzing]

Well, go on. Answer it.

[Lonnie] Yeah, Lon--

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Hello?

-[sighs] Fuck.
-[phone beeps]

It's time to go to The Bahamas.

[Clement]
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.

-[lighter clicks]
-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.

[music stops]

Check this out.

["Seven Nation Army"
playing over speakers]

[breathes deeply]

[scoffs]

[Clement on tape]
♪♪ I'm gonna fight 'em off ♪♪

Ah-ha.

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?

[chuckles]

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.

[Clement on tape]
♪♪ Don't want to hear
About it ♪♪

[gasps]

[groaning]

[Clement on tape]
♪♪ 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 ♪♪

[grunts]

♪♪ And the feeling
Coming from my bones ♪♪

♪♪ Says, "Find a home" ♪♪

[music continues]

[flames roaring]

-[flames roaring]
-[glass clinking]

[sirens wailing]

[horns blaring]

[wailing fades]

[theme music playing]