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CAROLYN: Previously on Justified: City Primeval...

What is that there?

BURT: It's a Stanley Garlick.

It was misappropriated.

Breaks my heart to part with it.

RAYLAN: Wasn't there a suspect you guys brought in?

WENDELL: Afghanistan vet, name of Darrold Woods.

We know he didn't do it. Mansell did it.

You want him, you better find him quick, or he'll be dead.

MAUREEN: Sweeton and Mansell, having come into possession

of Judge Guy's book, are using it

to shake down the people they find inside.

We have a chance to do this a different way.

My name is in that book.

Help us, or everybody reads about it in the free press.

What would it cost to get that page destroyed?

I guess that depends on you.

Man's name is Clement Mansell.

He's gotta go. Kill Mansell.

DIANE: You bring the book?

CLEMENT: You bring me some money?

- Let's move. - CLEMENT: Goddamn, Marshal,

people are gonna think we're in love.

- He's clean. - WENDELL: The hell you say?

MAUREEN: Cigarettes, lighter, couple of breath mints.

Am I actually watching this man walk away right now?

(GUNSHOT)

SWEETY: I gotta go out listening to your honky

chicken-fat bullshit?

(GUNSHOT)

(COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC)

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

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(LAUGHTER)

SWEETY: What you talking about,

you ain't made no money?

Come on, man.

The place is packed.

Now his face all red.

Vein running up all up to the top

of his bald-ass head.

I guess he don't like me calling him a cheat.

I told him,

"I'm tired of your bullshit excuses, man."

I look at him in the eye, and I say, "You see my hand?

You know what it's doing in my pocket?"

"Well it ain't playing with my dick."

(LAUGHTER)

"I got a .22, and it's pointed at yo' dick."

(LAUGHTER)

- RONNIE: So did you? - Did I what?

Have a .22?

- Hell nah. - (LAUGHTER)

Fuck.

So what's up with that little princess

you got with you tonight?

Who, Carolyn?

She your daughter?

Nah, nah, her moms went out tonight.

I just babysit sometimes.

Told her pops that, you know,

I'd look out for his little girl.

What happened to her daddy?

He worked the line at GM, and when the plant closed...

(SIGHS)

He died of a rough life, man.

Broken heart.

Any guy who works a straight job is a chump.

Hey, baby girl.

Thought I told you to wait in the dressing room.

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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Y'all wanna see something?

Man, let's get the girl home so we can hit Indigo.

Yeah, man.

Let's let Carolyn decide, all right?

You wanna see what I been working on?

(SOFT MUSIC)

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Watch your step, now.

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So...

What you think?

RONNIE: Damn, Marcus.

What the hell is this?

It's my bar.

Or it's gonna be.

I put a down payment.

Yeah, don't look like much now, but...

I'ma put a bar along this wall here,

and over there, I'm gonna put a pool table

somewhere over here.

On this side, got some booths along this wall,

and over here, in the corner by the door,

a big-ass jukebox.

Yeah.

Gonna play only music I wanna play.

Gonna serve only the people I wanna serve.

Getting too old for this shit.

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I think it's gonna be fucking cool.

SWEETY: Whoa.

(LAUGHTER)

Yeah. Yeah. (LAUGHS)

It's gonna be cool.

(SIREN WAILING, HORN BLARING)

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(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

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WENDELL: Anyone we should call?

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RAYLAN: I'm sorry.

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He was a chump.

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(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

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TRENNELL: I got a brother

in White Rock, New Mexico.

Nothing out there but...

blue skies and puffy clouds.

Not a lot of human beings...

Which sounds pretty good right about now.

Before you go getting your luggage...

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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(THUNK)

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You sure you can use it?

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I'm sure.

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(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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SANDY: You're back late.

What is that? Did you burn something?

Sandy, tell me what you see.

It's not tropical water and a white sand beach.

I can tell you that.

Anything... missing?

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No.

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Where's the painting?

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I sold it.

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CLEMENT: (CLEARS THROAT)

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SANDY: We need to leave Detroit.

CLEMENT: We'll leave Detroit

when I say we leave Detroit.

You're mad because of that stupid painting?

Nobody even wanted that piece of shit.

- I went to... - I did.

I got sneakers worth more than that thing.

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You threw away a Stanley Garlick.

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Who gives a shit about Stanley Garlick?

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAUREEN: Heard Sweety's got torched.

RAYLAN: With him in it, from the looks of things.

You got a minute?

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

This what I think it is?

That's what I need you to find out.

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

MAUREEN: Ballistics hears we like this

for the gun that killed Judge Guy,

it'll go to the top of the list.

Give me 24 hours.

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(TENSE ROCK MUSIC)

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(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

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(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

SANDY: (SIGHS) What happened, moron?

You lose your fucking keys?

RAYLAN: Hey, Sandy.

Hey.

RAYLAN: We alone?

SANDY: You mean is Clement here?

No. But Del called.

He's coming back this weekend.

RAYLAN: I saw Skender.

He's gonna be crippled the rest of his life.

Now, you can say,

"Oh, my goodness, what happened?"

and we can throw that back and forth for a while,

or you can tell me how you feel about it.

I don't have to talk to you, so I don't think I will.

I have the gun, Sandy.

(LAUGHS)

Here we go.

You think I'm gonna testify against Clement?

I mean, even if he was paralyzed from the neck down

and had to be fed with a spoon,

even if you swear you're gonna put him away forever

like they told me the last time,

I wouldn't do it, and thank Christ I didn't,

because he walked, didn't he?

He ain't gonna walk this time.

Bullshit.

You don't know.

The only way in the world... I'll tell you right now...

I'd ever testify against Clement

is if he was dead and buried

with a stake through his heart,

and even then, I'd be nervous.

You can send me to jail if you want.

I'm not saying one fucking word.

Why do you stay with him?

He's fun.

All I want you to do is listen.

I'm not asking you to testify.

You're not seeing the point here, Sandy,

'cause when he gave it to you,

I don't think he meant for it to get to me.

(SIGHS)

- Shit. - RAYLAN: Yeah.

How you think he's gonna feel when he finds out I have it,

the gun he used to kill Judge Alvin Guy and Rose Doyle,

now Marcus Sweeton last night?

Sweety's dead?

And his bar burned to the ground.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Oh, Jesus.

How you feeling? You okay?

I feel like I'm in big trouble.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

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(SOFT SLURPING)

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(SOFT CRUNCHING)

I ever tell you about the story about Oklahoma?

A day like any other day.

(EERIE MUSIC)

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And then it changed.

Sky turned dark.

Mama was, uh... indisposed,

'cause that's what people do.

They fucking let you down.

I waited patiently for him to leave.

I think his name was Dalton or some shit.

He worked a rig down in Glenn Pool field.

He wasn't the first asshole from Glenn Pool

to be in her bed,

but he was the last.

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(THUNDER RUMBLING)

'Cause once his car disappeared down the dirt road,

grabbed my .22,

shoved 3 inches of steel down her throat...

'Cause the very last thing I wanted my mama to see

before I told her to close her eyes tight

and pulled the trigger...

(CLEARS THROAT) Was her son's face.

Then I drove her one county over and...

buried her where no one can ever find her.

Or...

that story's just bullshit...

And she got...

tornado carried her away.

You took the only father I've ever known.

Fuck your mother.

And fuck you.

I don't represent you...

(CHOKING)

I came by here

because I thought you might understand.

CAROLYN: (GASPING)

I can come back anytime I want.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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(P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A. SYSTEM)

(SPORTS ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER TV)

Hi, baby.

Hi... baby.

Oh, you.

Don't sound so sad.

It is how you make me.

SANDY: The nurses said that you're gonna go home soon

to the Venus.

You should not be here.

I screwed up, okay,

but I wanna make this right.

So did I set you up to get robbed?

I did.

Did I hook you good, let you take me out

and spend money on this and that?

I did.

But you gotta believe me, honey,

I never, ever thought

that you'd get hurt, like, as bad as this, anyway.

No.

There is nothing you can say.

You have broken my heart...

And also my leg.

I know.

I know.

I really, really, really messed up.

My whole life

has been about bad choices, but...

I meant what I said to you.

I do think you're a sweet guy

and cool.

(LAUGHS)

And, you know, if there is a way

that we could start over and get away,

just get away together...

Would you have me?

Yeah?

(CHUCKLES)

(SOFT MUSIC)

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You are a dead woman.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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- (PHONE BUZZES) - BARTENDER: Here you go.

Mm-hmm.

RAYLAN: Hey.

Carolyn, what's wrong?

- CLEMENT: Sandy! - SANDY: Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

CLEMENT: (CLEARS THROAT)

What's, uh, going on?

Nothing, Clement.

Nothing from nothing is nothing,

but it's gotta be something.

(SOFT MUSIC)

SANDY: (SIGHS)

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Do you love me?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Course I love you. - I'm being serious.

Do you love me?

Well, sure, I do.

I mean, I... from the very first moment

I saw you working the counter at Nordstrom's.

Then how come you never play me any of your shit?

CLEMENT: (CLEARS THROAT)

SANDY: Whole catalog of masterpieces

just sitting around waiting to be discovered.

All these songs, all this time,

and yet you hadn't ever played me any of them.

Well, you see, the mood is...

SANDY: Never, not once.

How's that supposed to make me feel?

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You really wanna hear the way I sing?

Yes, Clement.

Jesus, what am I even talking about here?

(CHUCKLES) Sandy, darling, I'm...

I'm gonna get you a copy of that tape,

and I am going to play you my shit.

Yeah?

CLEMENT: Yeah.

I think you been missing, uh,

some of Dr. Mansell's special treatment.

Yeah, I missed you.

- CLEMENT: Mm. - SANDY: Yeah?

CLEMENT: Oh, yeah.

Baby girl, from here on out,

every word and every song

and every note.

BOTH: (BREATHING HEAVILY)

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CLEMENT: (MOANS)

He put his hands on me.

When I was about ten or so...

School called my mother...

And said, "Ms. Thomas, Carolyn's okay."

"But Dwayne tried to choke her, though he didn't mean to."

Sweety found out. He was mad as hell.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

He took me to the Joe Louis Gym,

he laced up my gloves...

And he showed me how to hold my own.

You take care of poor Dwayne?

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You have the murder weapon.

How are you gonna put Mansell's prints on it?

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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER, CAMERA SHUTTERS SNAPPING)

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RAYLAN: What's happening?

She brought in Darrold Woods.

REPORTER: (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

And we are now going back to Alana,

who is in the field with breaking news.

ALANA: We have received reports

that a person of interest is in custody

for the murders of Judge Alvin Guy

and Wayne County court clerk Rose Doyle.

That suspect is Darrold Woods,

an Afghan vet who was questioned

and released on the night of the murders

and has now been detained

as new information has come to light.

We are working to get more information about Woods,

who, it appears, has no fixed address

but has been arrested

a handful of times over the last few years,

mostly on drug-related charges.

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(GROANS)

Sandy!

Sandy!

God... (GRUNTS)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

That's my kimono.

MAUREEN: The woman's lying there dead.

Is that right?

DARROLD: I already told you this.

BRYL: Just trying to refresh our memory, Darrold.

MAUREEN: The woman's lying there dead.

- DARROLD (SOFTLY): Yes. - What was that, Darrold?

DARROLD (FORCEFULLY): Yes.

What did you burn her with?

Darrold?

DARROLD: (SIGHS) I just touched her a little.

MAUREEN: What'd you touch her with, your dick?

- DARROLD: No! - MAUREEN: You killed her!

DARROLD: Did you see a gun on me?

Shit, no.

MAUREEN: Where'd you touch her?

Like, around her legs and shit.

You touch her with a cigarette?

Lit... cigarette?

You burn her after you killed her or before?

Here's what happened, Darrold.

You murdered Judge Guy,

took Rose Doyle to a secluded golf course,

smoked a little PCP, took that cigarette,

and you burned her, 'cause that's what you do.

Then you killed her and had sex with her.

- I didn't kill nobody. - Yes, you did, Darrold.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Found this gun in your things.

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Ballistics matched it up with the one

that killed that judge.

You know what that means?

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I want a lawyer.

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RAYLAN: Feels like I should have brought

a bouquet of roses, performance like that.

But, then, I did give you the goddamn gun.

Would you mind running this back down to evidence?

Are you in the book, too, or are you just an asshole?

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Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me I'm not seeing this,

because I don't wanna believe it.

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We appreciate all you've done here, Marshal.

But you can go ahead and get back down to Florida,

see that little girl of yours.

Take care.

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING)

Del?

No, not Del,

but I do have old Del's phone here,

as I guess you might have figured.

Where are you?

I'm just out.

I'm just picking us up some food.

Oh, yeah, with all your worldly possessions

and my goddamn money?

Listen, I'm gonna make this real simple, honey.

You come on back, give me what's mine,

and we won't have another Skender situation

on our hands.

But if you don't,

I'm gonna take it out on your buddy here, and then...

I'm gonna come looking for you.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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Afraid that didn't go too good for you there, partner.

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PERSON (OVER P.A. SYSTEM): Paging passengers

on flight DL1071.

Your flight to Nassau, Bahamas, is now boarding.

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(CAR CHIRPS, LOCKS CLICK)

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Look...

quarter of these guys cooling their jets

waiting for sentencing up in Wayne County,

they didn't do what they're being tried and convicted for.

But they did other stuff that they got away with.

Now, I'm okay with that.

And even them, deep, deep down,

they know why they're there.

Does that make me an asshole?

Maybe.

But I never sent some poor devil up the river

I know didn't do it just to get a win.

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(PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING)

CLEMENT: Oh, hey. (CLEARS THROAT)

Been thinking about something.

Can you explain what Twitter is?

Uh, it's an aggregate, um,

- social media platform where... - (PHONE BUZZING)

CLEMENT: Whoa, just a second, got a phone call.

Just when we were starting to lose hope.

SANDY: I'm sorry, baby. I... I got scared, okay?

The Albanians and then that shit about the painting,

it just... it didn't seem

like you were listening to a word I said.

CLEMENT: Oh, what can I say?

End of the day, I'm just a damn caveman.

I can't help myself.

But, honey, I am really sorry, and I want you to know

now I'm ready to listen.

You promise?

I do.

Where are you?

(CHUCKLES) I'm at the airport,

but I'll come back to Del's right now,

long as you promise you won't hurt him.

CLEMENT: No, you don't have to come all the way back here.

There's a Radisson near the airport.

They have a nice little bar.

We have a nice drink, talk this thing out,

and then we get on a plane to paradise, baby,

just like you wanted.

You sure you wouldn't rather I just come back to the condo?

CLEMENT: No.

Be good to get out.

See you in a jiff.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Hmm.

- He wants to meet at the... - Sandy...

I got it from here.

Are you sure?

You are gonna get him, right?

'Cause I... I wanna do things different.

Like, I wanna go back to school.

I could do hair or be an entrepreneur,

you know, like...

meet a nice guy, like you said.

Like, I wanna...

Live honest.

I'm gonna need your phone.

Can I at least delete some pictures first?

CLEMENT: I really appreciate the hospitality,

and if it makes you feel any better,

when I do find Sandy,

I'm gonna make her pay enough for the both of us.

(GUNSHOT)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

We're gonna meet.

Where?

RAYLAN: Radisson Hotel bar.

Uh, why don't you hold up a beat?

Come take me out for a drink, cowboy.

I'll see you when it's done.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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Okay.

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(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

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Oh, Sandy.

One of these days, that girl's gonna get me in trouble.

She's cute, ain't she?

Gets stoned too much.

Keep telling her to quit smoking that queer shit

and drink like a normal person.

Some people, you can't tell them anything.

Ain't that the truth?

But as long as they don't tell on you.

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What's in the bag, your lunch?

RAYLAN: Yeah, it's my lunch.

He's gonna want another one of those.

SERVER: Mm-hmm.

You gonna join me?

I got something I gotta do first.

CLEMENT: Mm.

You know, I'm actually glad you came by,

because I've had some business come up

I've gotta tend to,

so it's about time for me to leave town.

- Is that right? - CLEMENT: Mm.

Want you to know it's not on account of you

or these goddamn Albanians.

There's no reason for me to sit around here

with my thumb up my ass, so I'm moving on.

When, tonight?

Maybe.

Okay.

Guess I'll...

see you later, then.

You want me to think you know more than you do?

(LAUGHS)

Clement...

as long as you're confident

all Sandy told me was where you're gonna be,

you got nothing to worry about.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

That ain't your lunch, is it?

RAYLAN: No, it ain't my lunch.

Ain't a bag of doughnuts either.

You want it?

Here.

CLEMENT: We getting tricky, are we?

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

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(SIGHS)

It loaded?

Mm.

You can check it if you want.

Just short two rounds we fired in ballistics, that's all.

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CLEMENT: (CLEARS THROAT)

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This is what you wanted, wasn't it?

CLEMENT: Come on. I don't think you're serious.

Right here?

Little too close, don't you think?

RAYLAN: You wanna go outside or up on the roof?

We can go outside if you want.

Less chance of getting shot in the balls.

Trying to spook me into signing some statement.

Man, you are going way around to do it.

I don't want a statement.

You sign a confession, we come up in court,

you say it was under duress or coercion,

some chickenshit thing.

This is fair, isn't it?

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You said you wanted a shooting match.

Let's go.

Just grab the gun, huh?

Anytime you want, do it.

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TOMA: Gentlemen, you can both

be handing over your guns now, please.

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Might wanna be careful about getting your prints

on that one.

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CLEMENT: So where we headed, fellas?

Oh, we should go see Skender in the hospital.

Tough crowd.

I ever tell you the story of my mama...

(SPEAKING ALBANIAN)

Come again?

TOMA: It's old Albanian saying.

Silence is a golden moment.

(WINDOW WHIRRING)

RAYLAN: Toma, the Walther in that bag is a murder weapon.

Put this knucklehead away for two lifetimes.

This is murder weapon?

RAYLAN: Mm-hmm.

How 'bout you let me do my job?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(SPITS, EXHALES SHARPLY)

Remember how it was...

When we left Albania?

Every week, a new fucking heartbreak.

10 are shot, 15 killed in explosion.

Became normal, killing to save lives,

to take from those who took from us.

But then we came here,

and it was a good life, yes?

(SIGHS) But now here we are.

Sometimes the old ways...

(SPITS) Are the only ways.

(IN ALBANIAN) Pull over.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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(WATER SPLASHES)

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(IN ENGLISH) Drive.

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(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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