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PERSON: Previously on Justifed: City Primeval...

SWEETY: You think I got what it takes?

- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)

CAROLYN: You took the only father I've ever known.

- I don't represent you... - (YELPS)

I can come back any time you want.

MAUREEN: This what I think it is?

RAYLAN: What I need you to find out.

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

- See you in 24 hours. - DARROLD: I didn't kill nobody.

MAUREEN: Yes, you did, Darrold.

RAYLAN: Tell me I'm not seeing this.

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

BRYL: 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?

CLEMENT: 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?

RAYLAN: You said you wanted a shooting match.

Let's go.

TOMA: Gentlemen, you can both

be handing over your guns now, please.

(WATER SPLASHES)

Drive.

(SOUND OF VEHICLES DRIVING)

(EDGY MUSIC)

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- (DISTANT SIREN WAILING) - (DOG BARKING)

CLEMENT: 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.

(SPEAKS ALBANIAN)

How have I never heard of Albanian before?

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(SIGHS) Well.

(GUN COCKS)

GUNMAN: Ah, ah.

CLEMENT: 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.

(METAL CLANKING, WHIRRING)

Open the goddamn door.

Hey, God damn it.

Open the fucking door!

Come on. What the fuck?

- (POUNDING) - Stop fucking... open the fucking,

God fucking...

What the fuck? Come on!

- What the... - (CLANK)

And where'd he go?

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(DARK MUSIC)

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Goodbye, Marshal.

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(LIGHTER CLICKING)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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(CLATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(DISTANT LOW CHATTER)

What are you gonna tell the DPD?

That God himself sent down a lightning bolt,

and the book came with it.

(SHOUTS)

The world's better off.

And I'm tired.

Why don't we go to my place?

Some stuff I gotta deal with.

(CLEMENT PANTING)

(PUNCHY MUSIC)

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MAUREEN: All right. See you tonight, guys.

BILL: Okay.

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

What's this?

We need to talk.

So talk.

BILL: 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.

RACHEL: 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.

CAROLYN: I'm just grateful she could fit me in.

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

CAROLYN: Okay. Thank you.

ADRIANE: Did you know him well?

Enough to know that he should have been better.

ADRIANE: As a man or a judge?

Both.

ADRIANE: That why you're here?

Think you can do better?

CAROLYN: You've read my application.

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

I understand the place. I understand the people.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

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.

ADRIANE: I respect that.

And I appreciate your r�sum�, 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?

BRYL: 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.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING)

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.

BRYL: 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.

WENDELL: Well, every dog has his day.

BRYL: Oh, yeah?

Now we can go get Darrold Woods outta that cell.

Listen to this. Mr. Silver Linings here.

WENDELL: She was gonna hang a double homicide on the man.

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

BRYL: I agree with you.

Of course we're gonna get him out.

We're still one murderer short.

WENDELL: Nothing like summer in the city.

(BRYL SIGHS)

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.

(WATER SLOSHES)

Thank you.

I hate this house.

Hate is a strong sentiment.

CAROLYN: 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.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

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I guess you'll be headed back home soon.

I imagine so.

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

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Come back to bed, Ray.

God damn it, Raylan.

RAYLAN: Yeah.

I get that a lot.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MOODY MUSIC)

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Oh, shit.

(TV ANNOUNCER SPEAKING ALBANIAN)

(CROWD NOISE, CHEERING)

(SPEAKING ALBANIAN ON TV)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(SPARKS' "THIS TOWN AIN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US")

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Toma!

(MURMURS) You should be in bed.

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

(SINGING ON TV)

I want him dead.

I say this to Toma.

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

(SCOFFS)

Then perhaps it is.

You know something.

Hmm? What?

Something you're not telling me.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

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Fine.

I will find him myself.

Wait.

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Take this.

- Huh? - SINGER: ? And it ain't me ?

? Who's gonna leave ?

Go get your honor.

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(VOCALIZING)

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SINGER: ? Shower, another shower ?

? You've got to look your best for her ?

? And be clean everywhere ?

? Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat ?

? You know that this town isn't big enough ?

? Not big enough for the both of us ?

? This town isn't big enough ?

? Not big enough for the both of us ?

? I ain't gonna leave ?

(DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHLESS LAUGH)

(EXHALES) Ohh...

RAYLAN: You need to leave.

I want you to get outta the house now.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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Yeah?

RAYLAN: 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.

BRYL: Where are you?

I'll be in touch.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

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What did you do that for?

- BESNIK: 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. - (DISTANT SCREAM)

Shut up!

(SCREAMING, WHIMPERING)

No, no, no, no!

- Oh! Oh! - (INSTINCT YELLING)

(PANICKED YELLING)

(CLEMENT WHISTLES)

(PANICKED CHATTER)

(GASPS, WHEEZES)

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(MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

Call him now! Call him right now!

Thank you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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(PHONE BUZZES)

RAYLAN: (SOFTLY) Hey.

BRYL: Well, I guess you could say

we're a little late, Raylan.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

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God damn it, Raylan.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

CLEMENT: 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.

(BREATHING HARD)

Where the fuck is my lawyer?

RAYLAN: If you were hoping to see her,

you shoulda come straight here after you killed Skender.

Oh, shit, you came back for me.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

RAYLAN: 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.

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You like music?

(CAP CLICKS OFF)

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.

(GASPING, WHEEZING)

Shit, man.

You shot me.

What'd you do that for?

(TENSE MUSIC)

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(WHEEZING)

(WHEEZING)

Yes, this is Carolyn Wilder.

I need assistance at 66 Motor Hill Road.

You call EMS?

(WHEEZES)

CAROLYN: I called the Wayne County Morgue.

(DRAMATIC CHORDS)

(WHEEZING)

I can't believe I'm checking out.

What'd you kill me for?

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(UPBEAT MUSIC)

SUTTER: 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."

- (LAUGHTER) - 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? - SUTTER: 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.

- ALL: To Dan Grant. - DAN: Thank you.

(MELLOW POP MUSIC)

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Good party.

Yeah. It was a good party.

Well-deserved.

DAN: 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.

(SOFT TWANGY GUITAR MUSIC)

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(ANNOUNCER CALLING SPORTS EVENT ON RADIO)

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

Mr. Givens?

RAYLAN: Yep.

- Yes, sir. - Thank you.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

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CAROLYN: 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.

BAILIFF: All rise.

The Third Circuit Judicial Court of Wayne County

presided over by the Honorable Judge Carolyn Wilder

is now in session.

CAROLYN: 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.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I got my learner's permit.

She got her learner's permit.

I'll alert the gardeners.

You painting?

- RAYLAN: Yeah. - Why?

Needed a change.

WILLA: Better not be expecting me to help.

RAYLAN: 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? - RAYLAN: 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?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

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RAYLAN: A week ago.

You didn't talk to me about it?

I didn't think I needed to.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Why now?

RAYLAN: 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.

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WILLA: Whose boat is this again?

RAYLAN: Belonged to a drug dealer named Andy Hunt.

WILLA: And now?

RAYLAN: It belongs to the U.S. government.

WILLA: And they're letting you borrow it?

RAYLAN: 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.

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- (DOOR BUZZER BLARES) - (METALLIC CLANG)

(MELLOW COUNTRY MUSIC)

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INMATE: Where you goin', pretty?

GUARD: Open it.

BOYD: 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. - (MEN MURMURING)

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... - INMATE: Replace!

BOYD: That led us here with something...

(SIGHS)

Something infinitely more useful and powerful.

Love.

Let me hear you say it.

- ALL: Love. - Say it again.

- ALL: Love. - Say it one more time.

ALL: Love!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

GUARD: Crowder, open on the mark.

What's mine is yours.

(DOOR BUZZER BLARES)

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.

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- GUARD: Open the gate. - (DOOR BUZZER BLARES)

(BUZZER)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

You waiting for an invitation?

(BLUESY MUSIC)

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BOYD: Aah!

(CONTINUES SCREAMING, POUNDING)

What the hell?

BOYD: Help me, please! Aah!

- Is this asshole for real? - BOYD: Please!

I knew I shoulda brought my earplugs.

(BOYD CONTINUES SHOUTING, POUNDING)

God damn it, knock it off, Crowder.

- I'm not in the mood. - BOYD: (YELLING, POUNDING)

This dipshit wants something to holler about,

I'll give it to him.

BOYD: Aah!

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

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(BOYD CONTINUES YELLING)

(POUNDING)

Come on, hurry up and open the door!

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

RAMIREZ: 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.

RAMIREZ: Are you kidding me?

That clear things up for ya?

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

(LAUGHS)

(MELLOW COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC)

(HOZIER'S "MOMENT'S SILENCE [COMMON TONGUE]")

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Baby, Goddamn.

CHARLENE: Yeah, baby.

(LAUGHING) Goddamn.

Goddamn!

(SIGHS)

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.

(UPBEAT COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVVING)

SINGER: ? When the meaning's gone ?

? There is clarity... ?

BOYD: Whoo-ooh!

(LAUGHING, WHOOPING)

(GULLS CAWING)

WILLA: 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.

(PHONE DINGS)

What?

Sorry. What were you saying?

You were gonna answer the question.

Right. The question.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(DWIGHT YOAKAM'S "IN ANOTHER WORLD")

(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC)

SINGER: ? In another time and place ?

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? Bound by love that never strays ?

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? In another world, we'll be okay ?

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? Your tortured heart's soft anguished pleas ?

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? Rescued by love shall be set free ?

? Yeah-ea-eah ?

? With every hurt that ached so long ?

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? In another world, they'll all be gone ?

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