All language subtitles for Justified.City.Primeval.S01E04

Previously on Justified: City Primeval...

Any weapons,
we're bringing them all

back to the station.

You see?

We got a wrecking crew too.

Judge's stupid fucking diary's
got to be here somewhere.

Did you stop
at an antique shop

on the way back?
It's Mansell's.

Thought he was slick
stashing it here.

If this gun
were to show itself,

where does that leave me?
Turn it in.

Let's get this cracker
off our backs for good.

You're marrying
Sandy Stanton?

Sandy's very close
with her brother.

Apparently he wants
to meet me first,

so I say fine.

Mansell, Stanton,
and the Albanian kid

have been inside
nearly an hour.

Should be wrapping up.

All right. Here we go.

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

Clement, don't.

Why don't you get
in that doorway?

Hmm?

I said move.

Sandy!

Why don't you do me a favor
and, uh, head over

to that switch, would you?

What are you gonna do to him?

I didn't understand you, partner.

You are walking dead man.

Hmm.

Put your goddamn leg
in the opening.

Or either leg.
I don't care.

Babe...

why don't you just
punch him in the face?

Flip the switch.

Bullshit!

Put your leg down,

or I'm gonna splat
your curly flap head

all over this basement.

Sandy...

flip the fucking switch.

I'm very disappointed,

but I ain't mad at you,

or I would have pulled
the trigger by now.

You see, when you're lying
in the hospital

with your leg in a cast,

I don't want you to have
any bad thoughts

like wanting to tell the police
or anybody...

because if you do,

I'm gonna come
visit you again...

And I'm gonna put

your head in there
instead of your leg.

You hear me?

I'm good.
I'm good, I'm good.

Oh, yeah.
- Oh, look who's here.

The Hat shows up
when all the fun's done.

Heard there was
a fender bender.

Yeah, these two got themselves
Beverly Hills Cop'd.

DPD tracked the vehicle
to one of the properties,

a warehouse building
in Corktown.

So we land, right?

We find a dozen
goddamn Albanians

carrying homeboy
on their shoulders

like Christ off the cross.

We roll up like,
"Hey, guys, what's crackin'?"

They say, "Go fuck yourselves.
He fell down the stairs."

That clumsy Jesus now?

Yep, shattered leg,
broken in five places at least.

Get him to implicate Mansell.

Get this prick off the street.

Get him for ag assault
if not murder, right?

Be a star. Come on.

We don't get Mansell
in lockup,

Albanians are gonna
tear shit up going after him.

They're gonna try to get
to Mansell through the girl.

Yeah.
How we feel about that?

Anybody but us know
about Del Weems' place?

Just us chickens.

So then check out
Sandy's last known address.

Put a car on Weems' condo

and maybe somebody
inside the casino as insurance.

Already on it.

Skender just got
out of surgery.

Hey, give me two minutes
with this kid.

Not gonna talk to you.

Only thing that'll make
that boy sing is Toma.

What's a Toma?

Toma Kastiot, kid's uncle.

Calls the shots
for the Albanians

this side of the river.

What Toma says goes.

Bad step?

I understand,
feeling fragile and all.

Boys in blue
asking a lot of questions,

maybe asking the wrong person.

Could we have privacy, please?

This is a family matter.

I'd like to talk to your boss.
Think we can arrange that?

I don't have a boss.

Everyone has a boss.

Even the boss has a boss.

I got a boss in Miami.
You ever been?

Not a bad place.

I'd like to get back there.

Tell your boss he and I
have a mutual problem

and I believe we can work
for our mutual benefit.

I'll call him.

Tell him Deputy U.S. Marshal
Raylan Givens.

Name won't mean
anything to him,

but maybe the part
about it being federal will.

Nice hat.

Stetson 10X?

Boss has agreed
to talk about these...

mutual problems.

Look at that.

You got a boss after all.

When does this chat happen?

Mind if I tag along?

Hey, you may need me.

I know a little Albanian.

Damn, woman.

You want some?

You know, you ain't exactly

a walking advertisement
for the shit.

Clement,
you're the one got me this way.

Got you what way, darlin'?

Got me what way?
My nerves are shot.

I mean, look,
look at my hand shaking.

Could be low blood pressure.

Why'd you have to go
and do that to Skender, Clement?

Hurt his leg that way.
We... we... we never...

we never talked
about doing that.

Well, he was provoking me.

How?

H-how was he
provoking you so much,

y-you had to go
and smash his leg

with a big, like, door?

Weird-ass bomb shelter
with no money in it...

it's the perfect place
to store a wad of cash,

but this hump uses it
for a mini fridge and a hi-fi.

Ha! Phew.

Got you.

Skender Lollygag ain't nothin'.
He ain't got nobody.

You can forget about that now.
He's old news.

Phew.
You smell that?

What? Toast?

No, baby, money.

You smell money.

Oh.

Toma Kastiot?

The same.
You're the marshal?

Givens.

This is Detective Bryl,
Detroit Police.

I got to say,
I pictured in my mind

we'd find you
in different digs.

My own mother lived here.

I bought the property
when it was distressed.

Distressed as opposed to now?

The clientele
is very satisfied.

It is a pleasure to give back
to the community.

I hope someday
I am cared for with such, uh...

delicacy.

Yeah.
It's peachy.

Uh, hey, listen, Toma,

sorry to hear
about your nephew there.

Tough luck.

Ah, that leg, ouch.

You want us
to google that or...

Uh, it means, um,

"You choose your friends,
but family is...

thrust upon you."

My nephew Skender,
he is femije idiot...

an idiot man-child

with an unfortunate...

predilection
for bad decisions.

Well, here's an opportunity

for him to make
better decisions...

helping us out catching
the dude who did this to him.

I-I know
you have come here

to get me to compel Skender
to tell you who has done this

so police can arrest

and serve justice
as you see fit.

He catches on fast.

Mm.

Of course, that justice is...

really no justice at all.

It is, uh,

only satisfaction of a mandate
for the appearance of order.

But order and justice,
they are not same thing.

If I wanted to restore order,

I could, of course,
instruct Skender to cooperate.

But I am not interested
in order.

Justice, however...

justice is meted out

in accordance
with the action it remedies.

And in this case...

justice requires
more than the law

is willing or able to provide.

Well, fuck,
that was a mouthful.

Let me get you to say that
again into my phone.

It'll play great
at your arraignment.

Mr. Kastiot,

while we understand
where you're coming from

and respect
the personal responsibility

you feel for your nephew,
imbecile or no,

we can't have everybody
in some kind of dogpile,

running around
shooting at the wrong people.

I am not concerned
with wrong people.

Who did this to Skender
did also unto me.

It is same thing.

I will look this shkertate
right in his eye.

You hear that, Raylan?

You hear him gazing
into the eyes

of some Russian dipshit

when what he should
be looking for is...

Clement Mansell?

Oh, come on, this is a secret?

Uh, Toma...

What your nephew
doesn't want anybody to know

is that he got legged
by a fatback Oklahoma dickwad.

Give me a minute?
Sure.

He was not supposed
to tell me this.

The name is unfamiliar,

but, uh, these things
have a way of changing.

Look, I can't stop you from
doing what you're gonna do.

Even sympathize, in a way.

But you also need to understand
your place in line,

which is to say, me first.

After I'm done,

you can charge the shit heap
with felony assault,

but it ain't gonna mean much
if he's doing life.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

You tell me to get in line.

I say, "You want him,
you better find him quick,

or he'll be dead."

Thank you, Marshal Givens.

Perhaps our paths
will cross again.

You gonna yell at me?

I've never been
much of a yeller.

'Cause what's not to like?
He's gonna find out anyway.

Either the Albanians
lead us to Mansell,

or they turn him
into little, tiny pieces...

done and done.

That's an optimistic
point of view.

Another would be
we just put a hit out

on our suspect.

Excuse me
for misunderstanding

that you had the willingness
to do what needs getting done.

I got no problem
getting things done.

I do have a problem
rolling up on Mansell

facedown in a river,
shot to death

by some Albanian dipshits

when what we want

is for the man
to be prosecuted,

forced to answer
for his crimes,

long period of reflection
in a tiny cell.

Ah, that's another way
to look at it.

Let me be the talking one.

That means someone out there
is not being satisfied, okay?

- Smile.
- Uh, excuse me, please.

Yes. One second,
please, gentlemen.

Okay?
Let's get your shoulders up.

You're gonna get
to Friday nights, right?

Mm-hmm.
Okay, I believe you.

Get on it.
Thank you.

Gentlemen, how can I help you?

- This girl.
- Ah.

She's in
my sister's wedding party,

and she's late for rehearsal, understand?

Rehearsal starts
in a few minutes,

and still she's not here.

We need to find her,
as she is not picking up phone.

Mm.

Can you please give us
her address, please?

I wish I could help you.
I really wish I could.

But, um, that old
eye in the sky right there

wouldn't look so kindly

on me sprinkling
employee information around.

You know, always watching.

I see. Yeah.

Would a $100 bill
make it easier?

Ooh, yeah,
it sure would, bro.

But I tell you what.
These guys would not like that.

No.

It's that employee policy.

We can't accept gratuities
on the casino floor.

I'm not happy about it either.

Tell you guys what.

Why don't I get you guys
comfortable in the VIP lounge?

First old-fashioned's on me
or vodka, maybe... whatever.

While you guys are relaxing,

I'm gonna see what I can do
about your little problem.

How does that sound?

Excuse me.

Sound good?

That won't be necessary.

I'm sure we can find Sandy's
address, uh, another way.

Mm.

Okay, gentlemen.
Good to see you today.

Enjoy your time here, fellas.

Fucking no-neck
Albanian cock-twizzlers.

You had chance to be polite.

I'm so sorry... oh!

I know! Please stop!
I'm sorry! No!

Please! Oh!

Agron feels disrespected.

He is sensitive.
Oh!

Stop the fucking car!

Whoa, whoa.

Okay. All right. Okay.

No, no! No!

Ah, yes.

- It's long fall.
- No!

There are two ways

in which you get back
on the ground from here.

One, Agron lets you go,

and we peel you
off the pavement with a...

how do you say in English?

Blowtorch.

Blowtorch and spatula.

Two... option two.

Option two, you give us
the address of Sandy Stanton.

I don't have the address, okay?

That's an HR thing.
I don't...

Then you go down to HR,

and you get the address.

It's no problem, huh?
Which one you want?

The address or...

I want you to look at this.

You see how they doin' me?

It's called an ankle
monitoring bracelet, Tyrone.

But you see
how tight this shit is?

It itches too.
Look... look at my foot.

Turnin' all blue and shit.

Sir...

please.

It's not supposed
to be comfortable.

It's supposed to keep you
out of DDC.

Are you in DDC now?

What the fuck you giving me
a hard time for?

It's like I ain't got
no friends.

This cocky motherfucker.

Don't move.

Don't say shit.

So I'm just gonna go ahead
and assume

you're here
because of Clement Mansell.

You're not wrong.

Seems your knucklehead client

may have crossed a line
with the local Albanian mob.

So you're here
to question him

about a new complaint,
is that it?

Uh, no.

The Albanian kid
whose leg he busted up...

he ain't talkin'.

And so...

And so
what that means, Carolyn, is,

now, as we speak,

hordes of Eastern Europeans
are spreading across Detroit

looking to ixnay your client
and likely Sandy Stanton

and anyone close to him
along the way.

Why, Marshal...

I think you're trying
to scare me.

I don't have to.

The Albanians
should already do that.

Well, they don't.

Look, it's not for me
to tell you

you're in over your head, Carolyn.

But I ain't been here a week,

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

Marshal, this is my job.

I defend killers.

- That's how I make my money.
- I understand that, but...

And I don't know
whatever it is you got

going on in your head,

but Mansell has the right...
the constitutional right...

to representation.

And I am going to provide
said representation

for as long as he pays me
to do so,

and nobody's gonna scare me
out of doing that.

Anything else you got to ask?

This is different,
and I think you know that.

What do you want
from me, Marshal?

All I want is for Mansell

not to do you any harm.

And I'm afraid he might.

You do your job,

and I'll do mine.

And we'll see.

Okay.

We'll see.

Albanians
are already on the move.

All right, copy that.

We're on the move.

So how'd it go?

That good, huh?

You want some good news?
That was Wendell.

Ball's in play, boss.

Come on, let's move.

Even though
my premium's up to date,

I can't make a claim
'cause why, now?

'Cause the police
did the damage?

Goddamn. Come on.

I'll call you back. Goddamn.

Smells like bacon in here.

Ooh.
They did a number.

Yeah, they did a number...
on account of you.

Me?
What'd I do?

Come in looking for that gun
killed the judge and that girl.

You know anything about that?

Well, if there was a gun
did something like that

and if I knew
anything about it,

whatever happened,

they didn't find that gun

because baby girl here
took it and sunk it

to the bottom
of the Detroit River.

Am I right, darlin'?

Look, it ain't as easy
as you make it sound...

you know, dump it in the river.

There's people, like, everywhere.

What if one of them saw me?

"Hey, what are you throwing
in the river?"

You and that
goddamn weed of yours.

I wasn't being paranoid, Clement.

I-I just... I got a bad feeling,

and so I wound up bringing it
back and h-hiding it here.

And...

I had no idea.

I swear to God, Sweety.

Or you told baby girl here
to plant that piece in my spot,

set me up to ride your rap.

Come on,
how long we go back, Sweety?

H-h-honestly, Sweety,
I only come to put it here

because it's
where he got it from.

I knew that gun
looked familiar.

Yeah, it's
a Walther P38 9-millimeter,

genuine World War II replica.

It's a good gun.

And here you are saying
it looked familiar.

I guess we know why
the cops didn't find it, huh?

Wait, what?
Yeah, I found it.

I moved it.

And fuck you for the results.

Okay.

Little spit and polish,
we all good, right?

Look, they could've
hemmed me up for life,

drag me
into that interrogation room,

sweat me.

What the hell'd you do, man?

I'm sorry. I am.

It is fucked up,
what they done here.

I'd love to make it up to you.

You can start by paying
to fix all my shit here.

Can do, mi amigo.

Hey!

Now, this a genuine antique
from Albania.

Got to be worth a few grand
at any reasonable pawnshop.

I love how it's suddenly
yours to hock,

like you did something
towards getting it.

This what you got for me?

Some hot old-ass Albanian rock?

Sweety, how much you know
about Judge Alvin Guy?

I know
he ain't gonna fix my bar.

Oh, but I think
he just might.

There's money
in these pages, Sweety.

You want to help me count it?

You got a Stroh's
for an old friend?

Can I help you?

Is Sandy home, please?

Whom should I say is calling?

Tell her old friends
from college.

Sandy didn't go to college.

She worked my cousin's
hot dog stand at varsity games.

You're gonna have to try her
at work or something

because Sandy's not here.

What the fuck?

Get out of here!

Get your hands off of me!

Let me go!

I said let me go!

Here's what's going to happen.

I'm going to present you
with your cell phone.

You're gonna call Sandy Stanton
and get her to come home.

Fat chance of that.

Excuse, please?

I've been after her for weeks

trying to collect
her half of the rent.

Actually, two things
are gonna happen.

One, you're gonna unzip
my hands

and let me up
out of this chair.

And, two, you're gonna get
the fuck out of my house

while I try and forget
that you were ever here.

You're acting very brave.

But in my experience,
bravery such as this

is an ephemeral thing...

and one subject to conditions
working against its being.

Yeah, that's really poetic.

Now, seriously,
get the fuck out of my house!

Do you know what this is?

Pliers?

It's Albanian tooth extractor.

Well, what makes it Albanian?

The fact
that I'm holding it.

All right.
And for the gentleman...

Yeah. Thank you.
The steak.

Baby...

Mm-hmm?

Answer it or silence it
and put it in your purse.

But one way or another,
please shut it the fuck up,

because, honestly,
it is ruining the atmosphere.

Hello.

Sandy, it's Hina. Hi.

- What's wrong?
- It's just these...

See, a water pipe broke
in our apartment,

and, like, all that water,
it's just, like,

heading straight
for the closet in your room.

Oh, my God.
Shit. Okay.

Um, we need to leave.

Hey, hon?
Yes?

Yeah.

How can I help you?

You know what cut this is?

The Southern Comfort steak?

Ding, ding, ding.
Ready for Double Jeopardy!

Now, I ordered this steak
black and blue.

Do you know
what black and blue means?

- Means rare?
- Oh, no, ma'am.

It does not mean rare.
I means goddamn bloody red.

So here's
what I want you to do.

I want you to take this.

I want you to throw it
in the trash.

Then I want you to get
your chef,

have another steak,
smack that on the fire,

sing two verses

of "Dead Leaves
and the Dirty Ground"

flip that sucker,
sing the third verse,

yank it off, plate it,
and bring it back here.

Then I'm gonna cut
into this big-ass hunk

of black and blue meat.

And if I don't hear it moo
in pain...

Then...

we're just gonna
start this all over again.

Sandy.

So... where were we?

W-w-we have to go.

Why?
Sandy?

My apartment's
filling up with water

because a pipe broke. Sandy.

Are you the landlord?
Sandy!

- No, I'm not the landlord.
- Then why do you care?

It's a white man's problem.
Sandy! Sandy!

I-I've got my Louboutins
in there.

Are you still there?
Sandy.

I've got my Jimmy Choos,
my Balenciaga sock booties.

Hello!

Whole new closet full of shoes...
Daddy'll buy 'em for you.

But we are not leaving here
until I finish my steak.

Sandy. Sandy!

I'll... I'll be there
as soon as I can.

You happy?
She's coming.

I'm happy now.

But in 20 minutes,

if Sandy Stanton
has not returned home,

Agron will exact the price
of one of your molars.

15 minutes after that,

Agron will take two teeth.

Ten minutes more,
he will take three teeth.

Is like pyramid sets at gym.

By an hour, he's taking

eight, ten teeth each time.

I hope for the sake
of your, uh...

your pretty smile...

Sandy Stanton comes home soon.

I got someone

in the county
prosecutor's office...

to talk to me.

Hope my name didn't come up.

Mm.
Matter of fact, it did.

Way it works is,

you hand over
the murder weapon,

you testify to what you know
about the Wrecking Crew murders

and the judge being killed,

you get immunity
on the Wrecking Crew

and hiding the murder weapon.

So in other words, I snitch.

Clement Mansell

has held this Wrecking Crew
murder shit

over your head for years.

This... this is how you stop
being his collateral damage.

This.

I done seen worse
than Clement Mansell.

And I ain't never...

asked the system
to solve my problems for me.

I don't want no part
of playing their game.

Oh, so you gonna play
Mansell's?

Come on, you asked me for this.

Last time I saw him,
I didn't understand the man.

Now I do.

Are you sure about that?

All I know is,
I got an opportunity

to get what's coming to me...

and take Mansell down
in the process,

all of which sounds
a damn sight better

than sitting
in some witness box

in open court.

Nah.
That ain't me, boo.

What do you mean, opportunity?

You sure you want to hear it?

Yean, I want to hear it. Please.

Gun ain't the only thing
in play

from the night that judge died.

Do you mean
his little black book?

That shit is real?

Goddamn key to the city.

Enough dirt in that book...

to make some real moves,

the kind of moves

that could put you
in that judge's seat...

If that's what you wanted.

Wading around
in murky waters like this,

that's how you get bit.

Are you sure you want to...

you want to fuck around
with this guy,

you want to fuck around
with this killer?

I'm tired of waiting around
for the right thing to happen.

Nice neighborhood.

She's a striver,
it would appear.

Recognize the car out front?

I hope they don't fuck
like they park.

They'd never get it in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going, cowboy?

Stretch my legs,
go for a walk.

What's it look like I'm doing?

You sure about this?

'Cause, again,
the beauty of this is,

we just wait
till Mansell shows up,

guns start blazing.

We stroll on in there,
save the day.

Shazam.

Yeah, I'm going in.

Fuck me.

You want the front
or the back?

Well, since we're gonna
fuck it all up anyway,

I'll take the front.

U.S. Marshals. Hands up.

Don't move, motherfucker!

Lose it...
right now, slow.

Slow.

Okay.

Now, we're all gonna be
real easy for a minute.

God damn it!

Fuck!

Stop! Police!
Drop the weapon!

Clear!
Shots fired!

Don't.

Holy shit.

Night, Hector.

You get any dinner?

- I'll pick up some later.
- All right.

Hey, it's Carolyn Wilder.

Gentlemen...

time to head back to the Venus,
check in with the boss.

I think you'll find

there's been a shake-up
in personnel.

But just so we're clear,
whatever you've been told,

this particular lawyer
is off-limits.

Run along, tell Toma
Raylan Givens said so.

And if he's got a problem
with that, he can come find me.

That's it.
The conversation's over.

I say have a good night.
You two drive away.

I have never in my life
been more happy to see a cop.

Just come
from Sandy Stanton's place.

Caught two of them there

pulling her roommate's
teeth out.

Jesus.

Bryl killed one of them.

Other one's downtown.

All happened
a couple hours ago,

and already here they are
at your office,

waiting to follow you home.

Well, I'm sure glad

that you sent them
on their way.

They'll be back.

Sooner or later,
they'll find your house.

Well, I can handle things
at my house.

You ain't gonna have to.

We'll have someone there
keeping an eye out.

I'm not asking you
to do that.

It ain't your decision.

And it ain't a favor
for me to grant.

You understand, you are a value
to this investigation.

And what if I don't want somebody

sitting outside my house?

Take it up with the judge,
I guess.

You're not hearing me, Marshal.

Hey, I'm just doing my job.

Well, you do
what you have to do.

Have a good night.

There he is.
Get in here.

Hey. Yeah.

This your new drip?

Ah, you know,
I wasn't too sure about it

when I put it on,
but turns out,

the damn thing's comfy.

I might have to keep it.

Let me pour you one.
We got to celebrate.

Lofty perch you got here.

Yeah, old Del's got
questionable taste

in clothing and décor,

but, you know, he makes up
for it in location and liquor.

You could be up in a crib
like this, Sweety...

man of your talent, stature.

Ought to be out
living your dream

instead of counting pennies.

You keep blowing smoke
up my ass,

I'm gonna be burping
that shit up.

No smoke, my friend.

I want you to do this,
simple as that.

I messed up.
You got done wrong.

So let's do this thing
the right way.

Yeah?

How so?
You know this town.

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

You know how we get at them,

how to let them know
we mean business.

You're
the full package, Sweety.

So I've been told.

So get on board, man.

Split this straight down
the middle, 50-50.

Partners making
dreams come true.

This is a nice view.

Yeah, me and Sandy,
we were talking.

We get this job did,

we take a little
extended vacation, maybe Aruba.

Oh. You and Trennell,
y'all should come along.

Aruba, huh?

I mean, wherever,
my dude, right?

Aruba, Jamaica.

♪ Ooh, I want to take you ♪

♪ To Bermuda, Bahama ♪

♪ Come on, pretty mama ♪

- ♪ Key Largo, Montego ♪
- What the fuck, Clement?

♪ Baby, why don't we go
down to Kokomo? ♪

♪ We'll get there fast,
and then we'll take it slow ♪

♪ That's where ♪

- ♪ We want to go ♪
- Jesus F. Christ.

♪ Way down in Kokomo ♪

♪ Martinique ♪

♪ That Montserrat mystique ♪

♪ We'll put out to sea ♪

♪ And we'll perfect
our chemistry ♪

♪ By and by, we'll defy ♪

♪ A little bit of gravity ♪

♪ Afternoon delight ♪

♪ Cocktails
and moonlit nights ♪

♪ That dreamy look
in your eye ♪

♪ Give me
a tropical contact high ♪

♪ Way down in Kokomo ♪

♪ Aruba, Jamaica,
ooh, I want to take you ♪

♪ To Bermuda, Bahama,
come on, pretty mama ♪

♪ Key Largo, Montego,
baby, why don't we go ♪

♪ Ooh, I want to take you
down to Kokomo ♪

♪ We'll get there fast,
and then we'll take it slow ♪

♪ That's where we want to go ♪

♪ Way down in Kokomo ♪

♪ Port au Prince ♪

The whole Detroit Police

keeping an eye out...

and look-a here.

Appears I drew
the short straw.

Oh-ho.

I can phone in a replacement
if you'd prefer.

Not bad.

Hold on to that
for me, sir.

Client gave it to me.

Thought it might be
right about up your alley.

You figured right.

I never get used to this.

Goes down better if you...

put a little sparkler in it
and set it on fire.

Yeah. That's right.

Where is your kid?

You locked her up in her room

so you could skulk
about the hood?

She's back in Miami
with her mother.

Huh.

So you're free, unencumbered,

and yet you're spending it
parked out here

by yourself.

Well, you're with me now.

Not by myself anymore.

Just so we're clear,

this does not change
where we stand

vis-à-vis my client.

Just so we're clear,
I didn't come here

to talk about Clement Mansell.

All right.

Hmm.

So you're just gonna stay
out here all night...

By yourself?

Hadn't planned
that far ahead.

Kind of just...

playing it as it went.

Shooting from the hip?

Something like that.

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