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Justified: City Primeval...

You think I got what it takes?

You took the only
father I've ever known.

I don't represent you...

- I can come back
any time you want.

This what I think it is?

What I need you to find out.

Quietly would be good.
Quickly'd be even better.

- See you in 24 hours.

I didn't kill nobody.

Yes, you did, Darrold.

Tell me I'm not seeing this.

Are you in the book too?
Or are you just an asshole?

I never sent some
poor devil up the river

just to get a win.

- I have the gun, Sandy.

The gun he used to
kill Judge Alvin Guy

and Rose Doyle.

Now Marcus Sweeton.
- Sweety's dead?

Sandy!

There's a Radisson
near the airport.

They have a nice little bar.

We have a nice drink.

See you in a jiff.

- I got it from here.

- You want me to put my prints
on someone else's murder gun?

You said you wanted
a shooting match.

Let's go.

Gentlemen, you can both

be handing over your
guns now, please.

Drive.

Well, it's a good
thing my lawyer's here.

You believe the
nerve of this guy?

Tried to bait me
'cause he ain't got zilch.

Ain't any way in the world
you're gonna lay the judge

or anybody else on me.

Have we got him by the
gonads, Counselor, or what?

- We had a deal.

- Yes, a deal.

You want this one taken care of,

and you want this
one taken care of.

So watch.

- How have I never
heard of Albanian before?

Well.

Ah, ah.

Well, if y'all done
with your little dog

and Albanian pony show,
I think it's time for Clement

to hit the pavement.

I'm sure it's gonna
choke you up.

Some folks like Miami,
but I'm more of a Tampa,

St. Pete kinda guy.

Come on, Marshal.

It's a good time to surrender.

My lawyer's standing
right there, shithead.

Open the goddamn door.

Hey, God damn it.

Open the fucking door!

Come on. What the fuck?

Stop fucking...
open the fucking,

God fucking...

What the fuck? Come on!

What the...

- And where'd he go?

- Carolyn?

- I'll be in the car.

- You know why I did what I did?

This way satisfies us both.

For me, it's like
Skender doing it.

Much better.

For you, this is only way you
get this man who kills people.

It's a soundproof room, but, uh,

maybe later, there's...
There's an odor.

A tenant complains,
we go through the wall.

Oh, so this is where
he's been hiding.

Oh, too bad.

Too bad.

Goodbye, Marshal.

- What are you
gonna tell the DPD?

- That God himself sent
down a lightning bolt,

and the book came with it.

- The world's better off.

And I'm tired.

Why don't we go to my place?

- Some stuff I gotta deal with.

All right. See
you tonight, guys.

Okay.

I'll try not to be home
too late, all right?

What's this?

- We need to talk.

- So talk.

Hon, everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

Everything's fine, right?

- I don't think you
want this going down

in front of your
family, Maureen.

- Let's take a ride.

Let me take you
up to her office.

The lieutenant
governor's schedule

has shifted this morning.

I'm afraid she's now only
available for about 30 minutes.

I'm just grateful
she could fit me in.

First, let me say I'm
sorry about Judge Guy.

Okay. Thank you.

Did you know him well?

- Enough to know that he
should have been better.

As a man or a judge?

- Both.

That why you're here?

Think you can do better?

You've read my application.

You know that I have
lived in Detroit my whole life.

I understand the place.
I understand the people.

I've worked both
sides of the line

because while everyone
is entitled to a defense...

some people need
to sit in a room

and think about
what they've done.

You've likely made
calls about me.

If not, you will.

And you're going to be
told that Carolyn's not good

at playing the game,

making me ideally
suited for that bench.

I respect that.

And I appreciate
your résumé, Carolyn,

and all that you've
accomplished.

But I probably don't
need to tell you that

this process is complicated.

- In other words, in the
eyes of the governor,

nothing I just said
matters a whole lot.

- Like I said, it's complicated.

- I get that, but
here's the thing.

I can be an ally to you.

- How can you do that exactly?

Be an ally?

- I'd start by telling you you
should probably tell your boss

not to nominate any of his
country club buddy friends

or someone he
thought he knew well.

Diane Rogers, for example,

who then turns out to be

dirtier than the Playboy
Mansion jacuzzi.

- You wanna explain this?

- You wanna tell me
what it is Internal Affairs

thinks they have?

Or do you all just
wanna sit there looking

like your prized poodle died?

Okay.

Maureen, your name
is listed next to payouts.

Dollar amounts
corresponding to trials

that Judge Guy presided over,

trials in which a
guilty conviction

was based on your testimony.

So you have nothing.

Let me tell you something.

The worst thing
I've done recently

is put full cream in my coffee.

Dollars to fucking donuts,

every one of you does
more dirt every day

before I'm even out of bed
making lunches for my kids.

And you wanna sit
here and accuse me?

Of what?

Being in league with
a world-class asshole

like Judge Guy?

Yeah, you think
that's gonna hold up?

Some scribblings in
some bullshit book?

Well, I'm telling you
right now, it's not.

It's nonsense, and I
hope you remember that

when you next catch your
fucking face in the mirror

and think about your
time in these streets

and what you did to
keep people safe at night.

Now, I want my lawyer,
and I want my union rep.

And in the meantime...

You all can go fuck yourselves.

- Okay.

See, you and I...

we're gonna wait.

I'm not saying it ain't
the way it's supposed

to go down, all right?

It's just a shit show
at the disaster factory.

Well, every dog has his day.

Oh, yeah?

- Now we can go get
Darrold Woods outta that cell.

- Listen to this.
Mr. Silver Linings here.

She was gonna hang a
double homicide on the man.

Made him think in his PCP
haze he mighta actually done it.

I agree with you.

Of course we're
gonna get him out.

We're still one murderer short.

Nothing like summer in the city.

- So what's the move, huh?

How we gonna nail this jerkoff

Jack White wannabe asshole?

- I think the move for me
is to get some shut-eye.

If Mansell calls or
you get in a shootout

with some Albanians,
gimme a call.

Otherwise, I've had enough
excitement for one day.

- Thank you.

I hate this house.

- Hate is a strong sentiment.

If creatures came down
from another planet,

they would wonder what
kind of human lived here.

And after they got
done with their probing

and their cataloging...
they still wouldn't know.

This was Jamal's dream.

He wanted his place to stand out

from everybody in
the neighborhood.

He... he had to have a pool.

He insisted on us
heating that pool

even in the dead of winter.

Do you know how much
it costs to heat a pool

in winter in Detroit?

Every inch of this place is him.

Except this tub.

I always wanted
a freestanding tub.

Don't stop.

I guess you'll be
headed back home soon.

- I imagine so.

- I'm sure Willa will be
happy to have you back.

Come back to bed, Ray.

God damn it, Raylan.

Yeah.

I get that a lot.

Oh, shit.

- Toma!

You should be in bed.

- I am tired... of
being... in bed.

I want him dead.

I say this to Toma.

He tells me to forget it,
that it's being taken care of.

- Then perhaps it is.

- You know something.

Hmm? What?

Something you're not telling me.

Fine.

I will find him myself.

- Wait.

Take this.

Ohh...

You need to leave.

I want you to get
outta the house now.

- Yeah?

Spotted Mansell.
He's on the move.

Need to get some black
and whites over to the Venus.

He might be going
after the Albanians.

Where are you?

- I'll be in touch.

- What did you do that for?

- He needed to be a man.
- A man? He's not a man.

He's a boy, and
he's a fucking idiot.

How many ways can this go wrong?

We cannot deny him his right.

- Shut up!

- No, no, no, no!

Oh! Oh!

Call him now!
Call him right now!

- Thank you.

Hey.

Well, I guess you could say

we're a little late, Raylan.

- God damn it, Raylan.

Bit much?

Yeah, I suppose I
coulda tried the lock,

but who in the hell would
leave their door unlocked?

It's a dangerous world, Raylan.

Where the fuck is my lawyer?

If you were hoping to see her,

you shoulda come straight
here after you killed Skender.

- Oh, shit, you
came back for me.

Knew you couldn't just
leave me in that room.

- Case you think
it came to be... no.

We ain't friends.

- But we coulda been
if things were different.

And if your mama had
wheels, she'd be a streetcar.

- That's what I like about
you. Never too serious.

Got a sense of humor.

You want a beer?

I could use a beer.

You like music?

My old man, so I've been told,

was the real deal.

Played with Waylon
back in the day

till my mama ran him off.

I never knew the man.

But I hear he was
a real barn-burner,

and I got his DNA.

We are made up of the
same atoms and molecules

of those who passed before us.

- Clement... stop.

- Okay. Yeah, I can tell
you're losing your patience.

You know, I really have
enjoyed our time together, Raylan,

but I got to get going.

Before I do...

I got you something to
remember old Clement by.

I think you're really
gonna like this.

Shit, man.

You shot me.

What'd you do that for?

- Yes, this is Carolyn Wilder.

I need assistance
at 66 Motor Hill Road.

- You call EMS?

I called the Wayne
County Morgue.

I can't believe
I'm checking out.

What'd you kill me for?

U.S. Marshals, huh?

Can't live with us,
can't live without us.

It's a select club,
and in that select club

is, uh, another select club,

which is marshals
with daughters.

Uh, I remember comparing
notes about my Kate.

When she was
young, she told me that

she wanted to be
one of us, right?

And so I would go into her
room in the middle of the night,

and I would whisper in
her ear, "business school."

It didn't work.

Kate is here tonight,

and she is a damn fine
marshal in her own right,

here to honor you.

I warned Kate that
the... the days are long,

but the years are short,

and I guess you
could say the same

about your marshal service.

Unless you're a chief,

and you have to
babysit assholes.

Not like me, but like Givens.

- What?
- That could make

so years seem like
an eternity, right?

But, uh, you did it.

Congratulations.

We wish you all the best.

To Dan Grant.

To Dan Grant.

Thank you.

- Good party.

- Yeah. It was a good party.

- Well-deserved.

You know, I've never
seen anything like it.

You stepped in a big
pile of shit in Detroit.

And once again, you
scrape it off your boot,

and you get your man.

Pay bump award is well-deserved.

And you take it from
me, it goes a long way

towards your pension.

- Listen, I'm
sorry to do this...

- No, no, no. I know
what you're gonna say.

I'll save you the trouble.

Yes, we had our ups and downs.

Mm, but, you know, you
raised my blood pressure

a couple times.

We've come a long way,

and-and if I had
something to do with you

being a better LEO
or a better man,

then I'm happy about that.

That about cover sentiment?

And-and I'll be honest.

I never, ever thought you'd
be ready for the big chair,

but there's something
different about you.

Maybe I'm just really
drunk, I don't know.

But if you ask me,
like, would I be willing

to recommend you finish
your career as a chief?

My answer is yeah,
I'd be happy to.

- That ain't what I
was gonna say at all.

Dan...

I quit.

- Mr. Givens?

Yep.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Dear Ray,

I ran into Whitman
the other day,

and he stopped to
relay some news...

That you put in
for early retirement

from the Marshal Service.

You can imagine my surprise.

All rise.

The Third Circuit Judicial
Court of Wayne County

presided over by the
Honorable Judge Carolyn Wilder

is now in session.

But the more I thought about it,

the more it made sense,

and it occurred to me

there might not be too
many people in your life

who would understand why.

So... so...

maybe, maybe this winter,

when I simply can't
take the cold anymore,

I could come down to Miami,
and we could talk about it.

Carolyn.

- I got my learner's permit.

- She got her learner's permit.

- I'll alert the gardeners.

- You painting?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Needed a change.

Better not be
expecting me to help.

I'm glad we got that cleared up.

- What's that?

- That is a... retirement gift.

- Oh, that's funny.

- Not a joke.

- You quit?

- Like I said, retired.

- Can you give us a second?

- You guys gonna fight?
- Hey.

I was thinking your room
could use a fresh coat too.

- I pick the color?
- Of course.

I got some furniture comin'
and an Elvis Presley poster

I found for you on eBay.

- When did you
decide to do this?

A week ago.

- You didn't talk
to me about it?

- I didn't think I needed to.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Why now?

Question I been asking myself...

Why I didn't do it sooner.

- Well, if you
couldn't do it for me...

I'm glad you
could do it for her.

Don't muck it up.

Whose boat is this again?

Belonged to a drug
dealer named Andy Hunt.

And now?

It belongs to the
U.S. government.

And they're letting
you borrow it?

I still get some perks.

You always wanted
a house with a boat.

You were, like,
five or something.

You did this little drawing.

I asked you to explain
it to me, and you said,

"This is gonna be my
house when I get older,

and over here's where
I'm gonna keep my boat."

And then I pointed
to this little square,

and I said, "What's this?"

And you said, "Why,
Daddy, that's my little house.

That's where you're gonna live."

- And if we like it, then
maybe we'll get a boat?

- Would you be into that?

- Could I take it
out with my friends?

- If you learn to drive it.

- Do you even
know how to drive it?

- Sort of.

Maybe we can learn together.

Where you goin', pretty?

Open it.

Y'all have known
me for a long time.

Know that my heart
was once filled with hate

for people that
I've never even met,

and that I still
bear the scars...

of that hate today.

Now... it is no secret that

my health has been
in decline as of late,

and that I am, in fact, this
very day being transferred

to a hospital so that
they may try and identify

the source of my malaise.

But if it's God's will

that this be the
last time we speak...

I feel it incumbent

to impart upon you

the great lesson
that I've learned

over my many
years in this place.

We are, all of us,
capable of great change,

- of replacing the hate...
- Replace!

That led us here
with something...

Something infinitely
more useful and powerful.

Love.

Let me hear you say it.

- Love.
- Say it again.

- Love.
- Say it one more time.

Love!

Crowder, open on the mark.

- What's mine is yours.

- You're not gonna give
me any trouble today,

right, Mr. Crowder?

- No, sir, Officer Ramirez.

I'm just looking forward to
feeling the sun on my face,

even for a brief moment.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Open the gate.

- You waiting for an invitation?

Aah!

- What the hell?

Help me, please! Aah!

- Is this asshole for real?
- Please!

- I knew I shoulda
brought my earplugs.

- God damn it,
knock it off, Crowder.

I'm not in the mood.

This dipshit wants
something to holler about,

I'll give it to him.

Aah!

Come on, hurry up
and open the door!

I was beginning to think
y'all couldn't hear me.

Oh, we could hear you.

You're just gonna
wish we couldn't.

- All due respect,
Officer Ramirez...

And by that, I mean
no respect at all...

I think you got that backwards.

Are you kidding me?

- That clear things up for ya?

Now, you ain't gonna give
me any trouble now, are you?

- Baby, Goddamn.

Yeah, baby.

Goddamn.

- Goddamn!

- Oh, hey. You got a
little something on your...

- Uh-huh.

- You think about
where you gonna go?

- I was thinking we
could drink some mezcal...

in Mexico.

- Pancho Villa couldn't
have said it better himself.

Whoo-ooh!

Kinda boring, huh?

- Kinda like it boring.

- So we gonna talk about it?

Why you quit?

- We can talk
about it if you want.

We got plenty of time.

- What?

- Sorry. What were you saying?

- You were gonna
answer the question.

- Right. The question.