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Hey.

Ticktock goes the clock.

Can I at least finish this first?

You can finish it in the car.

Jesus, are we not on time?

There's no such thing as on time.
You're either early or you're late.

And where you're going,
we're gonna be early.

Can we pull over at the next rest stop?

You sound like every fugitive
I ever transported.

Stalling, pleading,
looking for their chance

to give me a slip
out the bathroom window.

Place you're shipping me off to
might as well be a prison.

Website made it look pleasant.

They won't let you leave.

And they take your phone.

Sounds like heaven.

You wouldn't last an hour
without your phone.

- How else would you get the call?
- What call? Your call?

All you do is text,
and barely that anymore.

Not my call, the call.

Come on, Dad, I don't wanna do this.

I'm guessing you'll think about that
next time you consider punching a girl.

I barely touched her.

You broke her nose.

She deserved it.

That's not the point.

Now you sound like Mom.

She and the Stache go to the Caribbean,
and I get conversion therapy.

It's camp, Willa.

Why can't I just stay with you?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Stay put.

See what I got here?

We gonna do a trade:

Let you have a pickup for that there.

You see a problem with that?

Nah, he don't see a problem with that.

Unless he wants to see
this fine young thing get hurt.

Drop the pistol.

Kick it over.

How about you?

See what I got here?

That young thing is my daughter.

So we're all gonna stay real frosty

'cause you don't wanna spend hours
in gator country

waiting to get hauled
to the local shithole.

If you scratch my back,
I'll scratch yours.

You have my word.

Yeah, where I'm from,
that don't mean shit.

Where is that?

Plenty of other spots.

I'm good.

Got here a little four-point, five-point.

Hey! Hey!

You piece of shit! Get back here!

Clement Mansell, take two.

I'm gonna fight them off

A seven-nation army
Couldn't hold me back

They're gonna rip it off

Taking their time
Right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night

Here's what's on the docket.
And you have a lunch at 1:30.

You have the dealership
talk you through the app?

Just push the button. It goes:

Look at all this.

Just push the button, it goes...?

Okay.

And... Okay.

Motherfu...

All rise.

Third Circuit Judicial Court
of Wayne County,

presided over by
the Honorable Judge Alvin Guy...

Yep.

Your Honor,
the prosecution would like to ask

for a continuance.

What the hell for?

Well, in light of the recent events...

Events?

You mean that someone tried
to blow me up?

I want everyone here
to get one thing straight.

I have thrived in this racist-ass city

in this racist-ass system for 30 years.

Gonna take more than a car bomb
to keep me from meting out justice.

Now, are we all clear?

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Let's get it on.

In that case, Your Honor,

we call Deputy U.S. Marshal
Raylan Givens.

So when did you realize

the defendant was a fugitive
with Michigan warrants?

When I called it in,

I was informed
there was a BOLO on him.

Your Honor, the defendant
is a twice-convicted narcotics dealer

who ran once and,
given a chance, will do so again.

We're adding the Florida charges

of assault with a deadly weapon
and attempted kidnapping.

The state recommends bail be denied.

I'm shocked.

Ms. Wilder, nothing to add, I hope?

Just a few questions, Your Honor.

Marshal, good morning.

Good morning.

So, after you placed my client
into custody,

you waited for law enforcement?

Dispatch said they were an hour out.

I thought it was
in your client's best interests

I expedite the process.

So you took them to the courthouse?

I drove him and his road dog
to the courthouse,

where they were both arraigned.

Straight to the courthouse?

Pretty much.

Registration deadline was 9 a.m. sharp.

I'm a Deputy U.S. Marshal.
I was hung up on official duty.

Perhaps you should have used
your vast powers to get here on time.

No such thing as on time.

So, after you tried
to drop your daughter off,

then you took Mr. Power
to the courthouse.

Pretty much.

Okay. As promised.

I get out these handcuffs,
I'm lighting your bitch ass up.

Tyrone, here's how
we're gonna play this.

Gonna unlock your hands.

If you don't behave, you're gonna spend
a little time in the trunk.

You got my triple steak cheeseburger?

And skinny fries
and two orange freezes.

- Motherfucker, I wanted Chick-fil-A!
- Sit your ass down.

Somebody got something
they want to add?

Marshal...

you said it was hot that day.

- Did I?
- Yes.

In your written statement,

you said that it was
in the best interest of my client

to drive them due to the weather.

Your Honor, relevance?

Wherever this is going, get there.

Ninety-six degrees, Your Honor,

with 90% humidity.

So, while you were having
your leisurely lunch

with your daughter,

you left my client in your car.

With an orange freeze
and the window cracked, I might add.

In the backseat of a hot black sedan.

- Yeah!
- Objection.

Marshal, did you ever threaten my client?

Well...

Did you at any time threaten
to put him in the trunk of a car?

It's my recollection
your client was behaving

in a threatening manner.

So you were going to put

a Black man in the trunk of your car?

If necessary, I would have put
a white man in there too.

Your Honor,
the marshal is not the one on trial here.

Give me a minute, and he will be.

Who the fuck is that?

What?

Something funny, little girl?

Cat videos, mostly.

Who does this child belong to?

- That would be me, Your Honor.
- Why am I not surprised?

Bailiff, escort the marshal's daughter
to one of our finest holding cells.

- Is that necessary?
- Of course it is.

- Otherwise, I wouldn't have done it.
- How about you make her wait outside?

How about you learn to shut your mouth
in my courtroom?

I imagine that'll make it difficult
to finish my testimony.

One more crack, testimony'll be
the least of your concerns.

Now, are you gonna shut your mouth,
or am I gonna have to?

Your Honor,

I have six cases to cite as precedent...

Can I ask you a question
off the record, Your Honor?

What's more surprising to you,

that someone made an attempt
on your life

or that it hasn't happened more often?

Are you threatening me?

State v. Craig Jones III...

I'm way ahead of you.

Remand the marshal
with his daughter to the bailiff.

All charges from the incident in Florida,

assault, attempted carjacking,
felony possession of a firearm,

are dropped.

The charges from Michigan will stand.
Bail is set at 100 grand.

So this is what you call quality time?

Givens.

Chief.

Can't wait to hear this.

If I can just sign my paperwork,
turn in my car,

we'll be on our way.

You're gonna need them.

No, I've got a cheap one-way rental
for the drive home.

Raylan, meet Detective Wendell Robinson.

Detective, meet Raylan Givens.

What's up, Slim?

This because of that bullshit
with the judge?

Nope, it's because you two
are gonna be working together.

I got a task force with Detroit PD

looking into who tried to kill Judge Guy.

I want you to lead the marshal presence.

Lou, no.

- It wasn't a question.
- I promised my kid.

We got a whole road trip planned
back to Miami.

You gonna make her ride in the trunk?

Dan's not gonna okay this.

Dan's exact words were
"Take him. I don't need him."

Chief...

A fair amount
of political pressure on this.

Besides, you've been special-requested.

Requested by who?

Judge Guy.
Says you're just the man for this one.

You're kidding me.

Sometimes I guess it takes
an angry white guy

to catch an angry white guy.

- You mind giving us a minute?
- Sure thing.

Look, we already have a lead
on who's responsible.

Work with DPD. Find these assholes.

You'll be out of here in 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours?

I thought we agreed to meet up later.

I wanted to get eyes on your new friend.

What if he'd gotten eyes on you?

I like this skirt.
It makes your legs look good.

Everything makes my legs look good.

They give you that when you got the job?

That and all the rest.

Well, I'd like to see all the rest of you.

I get off in an hour.

I don't think I can wait that long.

- I'll bet you can.
- Of course I can.

But I ain't gonna.

My boss has had it up to here with me.

You don't need this job anymore.
Clement's here.

Job's the reason
we got the Albanian mark

and the penthouse crash pad.

Why don't you tell your boss
you feel sick, you need to go home early?

My guess is, it'll play just fine.

Yeah.

Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, please!

You know, I'm writing a song about you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Is it called "Sandy"?

Not a lot rhymes with "Sandy."

- Except "Randy."
- Or "handy."

I can't wear any of this shit.

What happened to your clothes?

There was a fire.

Your clothes got burned up in a fire?

Who'd you say this guy was?

"Del Weems."

How'd you meet old Del?

At the casino, same as Skender.

But he was in the high-roller room.

Well, maybe we should be robbing him,

seeing as the Albanian was gambling
at the $10 table.

Don't worry. Skender has money.

Yeah? Where'd that commie asswipe
get his dough from?

Hot dogs.

Skender says there's a lot of money
in hot dogs.

And all Del's money is electronic.

Bitcoins, encrypted accounts and shit.

I tried to hold up a guy
in Whitefish a few weeks back.

Put the gun to his head,

and he asked me if he could Venmo me.

I got so damn depressed,

I went straight to the nearest bar
and drank myself stupid.

I remember what you told me once,

how foreigners make better marks
'cause they don't trust banks.

They keep cash lying around.

You remembered that, huh?

Maybe you and I
ought to visit Mr. Hot-Dog,

see how much money he's really got.

I'm almost out of dope.

The man who would be fucking king.

How'd you sleep?

That's funny.

Cute puppy. How many of them you bring?

We only need one.

Belgian Malinois.
Like a German shepherd on steroids.

You ever seen one in action?

Hang around. Maybe we'll get lucky.
It's quite a sight.

What if three guys run
in different directions?

You the marshal?

- Raylan Givens.
- Maureen Downey.

Well, you missed the shits yesterday,
Raylan Givens.

We got this tip from a group
call themselves the Wolverine Militia.

I go to question some of them
at this auto shop they work at,

gave up this location
in about... six seconds.

Hey, who's in charge here?

- I am.
- I am.

- He is.
- We're co-heads.

- Good. We're ready to go.
- Copy that.

Stick around, marshal.

I'll show you how
we get shit done in Detroit.

Clear.

All right. We're clear. Come on.

Enough bomb-making paraphernalia
for a small army.

Goddamn.

All right, get somebody to bag this up.

Still warm.

Check the house again!
Get the dog ready!

You coming, Givens? Come on.

Things that occur to you
when you grew up in a mining town.

Shit. Move. Go, go.

Shit.

- Flip the kill switch.
- I did.

- You give it gas?
- I thought you put gas in.

- I'm talking about the throttle!
- The what?

Police K9! Freeze!

Goddamn it.

- Chain that goddamn thing up!
- Sure thing.

As soon as you tell us
about the plot to kill the judge.

Oh, kiss my ass!

I want that dog gone,
and I want my lawyer here.

Hey, you got kids?

Daughter, yeah.

I'd get my phone out
and record this next bit if I was you.

- Let her go.
- No!

I got all day, buddy.

How many others are there?
How many other targets?

There's nobody else. It's just the judge.

And it's personal.

God!

Jamal, come on, now. Stop.

How is it possible?

You're more beautiful every day.

How is it possible
there was a time when I fell for that?

How are you?

How's business?

Better now that
my shit-heel partner is gone.

That's how you see me?

- As gone?
- As shit-heel?

Everything's fine.

Just been real busy
cleaning up your mess.

You know this is hard for me.

Right?

I'm trying to restart my life.

I lost my wife...

Oh, no.

- Lost my house, my practice.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I've lost a lot.

You threw them away
when you defrauded your wife

and this community
that you were supposed to help.

I understand you still angry.

Well, look here.

If I don't pay back these creditors,

they gonna start digging
into my financials.

And who knows?

Whatever they turn up,
it might hurt both of us.

I cover for you,
I pay you alimony, and you...

You still here threatening me?

Carolyn, I am not threatening you.

I am not threatening you.

I am being honest with you.
That's what you wanted from me, right?

That's what you said. You wanted honesty.

If it's money you want,

I suggest you start
by selling them little Gucci loafers.

Bye, Jamal.

It's good seeing you, Carolyn.

You really do look good.

I don't know why
you still give that man the time of day.

Maybe I'm just a sucker
for a pretty face.

For helping out with Tyrone.

Cowboy marshal did most of the work,
you wanna know the truth.

It's less than we talked about.

Marcus, come on.

I owe you for a lifetime
of watching out for me.

You wanna talk about it?

- About the marshal?
- No.

Not the marshal.

Why can't anybody
just do the right thing?

It's a little early
for the big questions, isn't it?

All right, Sweety.

I'll see you around.

Sweety's.

After all these years,
and you still open the place up yourself.

How you doing, Sweety?

Two days, and all you got
are questions for me?

Maybe I got the wrong white boy
doing my hunting.

About time my assistant showed up.

Damn, woman, they make you
kung pao that chicken yourself?

If we could have
a few minutes alone, Your Honor.

Whatever it is, you can say it here.

The man we caught in the woods today
told us his buddy ain't trying to kill you

'cause you put him away,

or out of some misguided notion
of patriotism.

He...

He says you banged his mother.

Let's talk in my study.

Every day she sat in that courtroom
eyeing me like I was Wagyu beef.

I gave her son the maximum.

And she still wanted a piece.

What's that say?

Raises a lot of questions, judge.

Questions about intention that,
were they to come up

before a judicial board of review,

could land a man in your position
in a lot of trouble.

If I were you all, I'd be careful
about leveling accusations.

Twenty years on that bench.

I've seen some shit.

Things you and your bosses
don't want to come to light.

And you know I'm for real.

Your Honor, we just want to catch the guy

who blew up your car and lock him up.

Any information on the mother
could help us.

Well, you miss me? I missed you.

Thought you had it with the Motor City.

Well, I wanted to see little old Sandy,
and, you know...

Been working on something.

You got a Stroh's for an old friend?

You been gigging?

Not so much these days.

Yeah, I just did some demos
out in Austin.

Gotta play you some stuff
one of these days.

You wanna hook up Sandy?
I gotta use the can.

You know weed is legal now, right?

They got these shops
you just walk in, browse...

Like buying a record.

I know, but then I wouldn't get to see
my old pal, would I?

You heard his tape?

No. He never plays me his shit.

- All right, let's go.
- We just got here.

Chug-a-lug, darling.
I don't wanna be late.

Thank you, Sweety.

See you.

Not if I see you first.

Hot potato.

What...? Where...?
Where did you get this?

Where I left it,
in the ceiling above the shitter.

I might need it when I follow you
to the Albanian's place.

You're not gonna hurt him, are you?

That always depends on them, honey.

Hey, baby.

Come on in.

Come and wash up.

Why'd you ask me to come by?

What, a mother can't ask her son
over to dinner?

I made you pot roast.

Just like you like it.

There you go.

Thanks.

You're really hungry, huh?

So... did you have anything to do

with the bombing of that judge's car?

It was a message.

A message?

He dishonored our family.

Dishonored our what?

What is this, feudal Japan?

You moron.

You have messed up everything

with every man who has come into my life
ever since your piece-of-shit father left.

No, that asshole judge
took advantage of you,

and I will not stand for it.

And I loved every single minute of it.

What'd you do?

Hello, Barry.

Why don't you put your hands
on the table...?

- Barry!
- Stay back!

All right. He's got a knife.

- Take another step, Mama gets it.
- Barry.

Stand back. Back the fuck up.

You're hurting me.

Back up. I'm being serious!

- Okay.
- Don't take another step. Come on.

Stand back. I said, stand back!

- You're hurting me.
- Stop.

I will... Shut up. Get the fuck back!

- Barry...
Get back!

- I'm serious, man!
- Okay.

Okay. Mama, get down there.

Get down there, Mama.
Get the fuck down there.

Get down there. Stay back.

Okay. Okay.

Stay back! I'm not messing around!

I'm not fucking around!

- Get down.
- What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- I don't... I just need to figure it out.

Hey, Barry?

- You're not coming down here.
- No one's coming down there.

All right, listen to me.
You don't know me.

I'm Deputy U.S. Marshal
Raylan Givens,

and I assure you
no one's coming through this door.

You're damn right, they're not.

Don't need to talk tough.
I'm just trying to help.

Jesus himself couldn't help him.

My son's going to hell in a handbasket.

Would you shut up, Mom?
What does that even mean?

It means you need
to calm your ass down.

Just talk to me, Barry,
come on, face-to-face.

Give me one good reason
I should do anything you say.

Because up until now,
no one has been hurt

except a Cadillac CT6.

But some of the agents
and officers up here, Barry,

especially the ones by the toaster oven,

are a little hungry and a lot irritable.

So if I was you

and I was sincerely interested
in saving my ass,

I'd open the door, talk this out,
and end it while I'm still breathing.

Do it.

Come on, Barry. What do you say?

Head to the SUV out front
instead of the afterlife?

Okay.

Okay. Stand down.

I'm gonna need a few things
if you expect me to...

What the hell is wrong with you people?

Get the hell out of my goddamn house.

Oh, my God, you broke my nose.

Not sure that was
entirely necessary, but okay.

Hey. That's how we do things in Detroit.

- They broke my nose, Mom.
- I know.

Know the problem with a nose ring?

Leaves a hole in your nose
for the rest of your life.

- Your mother know it's a clip-on?
- Nope.

So I was thinking...

what if we drove back by way of Memphis,

stop at every Steak 'n Shake
along the way,

visit the Rendezvous,
and go see Graceland?

- Graceland?
- Elvis' house.

I know it's Elvis' house. No.

Well, we could head due east.

Follow the ocean all the way down.

Maybe hit a few ball parks.

Here.

- It's Harlan.
- Yeah, I know it's Harlan.

- I'd like to go see where we're from.
- There's nothing to see there.

You'd be bored out of your mind
after five minutes.

Harlan's a direct shot from Detroit.

I'm not gonna let my client
take that deal.

We're talking aggravated assault.

Reduce it by nine months.

Three, tops.

Come on, Diane.

- There's that woman from court.
- What woman?

That woman you aren't staring at.

You should go talk to her.

You aren't getting any younger.

Maybe it would be good
to have someone in your life.

I have plenty of people in my life.

Good, 'cause I'm not about to take care
of you when you're old.

There's a guy across the room
staring at you.

Who?

Ever seen Yellowstone?

I would fuck the shit
out of Kevin Costner.

- What'd you do?
- I didn't do anything.

You bought her a drink.

Best not be a 30-year Scotch.

I told him to bring her
the dumbest drink on the menu.

We're leaving?

Bedtime for you.

- I'm not tired.
- Yes, you are.

Thanks, Latoya.

Sandy, you're not on the schedule today,

and this is not an approved work uniform.

That's because I'm not working tonight.
I'm the clientele.

How many other defendants' mothers
have you banged over the years?

Man cannot live by bread alone, my dear.

Lucky for me, I've got you this time.

You do not have anything.

- Another dozen, bitch!
- Oh, my God, babe!

Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me.

Hey! God... Mother...

Asshole. Get a life.

Yo!

Here you go, hon. Here you go.

Lady, hello!

I think it's the same one.

Cracker motherfucker piece of shit.

Damn it.

Okay.

You wanna play? Let's play.

Did you get the license number?

I can't see anything.

When I hit it, take a look. Call 911.

Tell the operator it's an 11-56.

Out of Northville now, dipshit.

You don't know it,
but we're going downtown.

Assault with a deadly...

Oh, shit! Son of a bitch!

This is my new motherfucking Cadillac!

You okay?

- Yeah.
- You hurt?

This motherfucker.

It's over.

Look out!

Well, what do we got here?

I can walk away right now.
Never saw a thing.

Get out.

Show me where your boyfriend lives.

He legit?

'Cause I never met a Black man
with this kind of money that was legit.

Maybe you need to meet
more Black men.

What was he in, numbers, dope?

Jesus, guy like that...
I can't say too much for your taste, girl.

What are you gonna do with me?

I ain't gonna do nothing to you
if you show me where the man lives.

- He married?
- No.

But he lives in Palmer Woods?
Those some big houses, huh?

I always dreamed
about living in a big house.

Lives of the Rich and Famous.

They once had on TV this big house
Barbara Mandrell used to own.

Eight bedrooms, 12 bathrooms,

swimming pool, bowling alley,

and an ice-cream parlor,
indoor shooting range.

Shit, she had mirrors
on the inside of this canopy

over this big bed in this big old bedroom.

But the more I dreamt about it,

the bigger the question I had:

What is one man gonna do

with 12 toilets?

Tonight ain't my night.

I believe I've hit
every red light in town.

Shit.

You know, you're not a bad-looking girl.

Hey.

So we're still looking
for this brown notebook.

It should've been on him, but it wasn't.

Case now. It ain't pretty.

What the fuck did we miss?

Who found him?

Car from the 11th.

A woman from a couple blocks over
calls at 1:30 to report gunshot.

He was spotted
leaving the casino with a girl.

Sounds a lot like that assistant of his.

We dropped the ball on this one, fellas.

Got any witnesses?

- Nothing yet.
- Start knocking on doors.

We ain't gonna close this one
without a witness.

Hey, man, we go dipping into that well,

people start copping
to everything but the killing of Jesus.

I don't want any suspects
out of a fucking file, you hear me?

We're gonna knock down doors.

We're gonna get this guy
while he's in his bed.

He's gonna open his eyes like,
"Oh, what the fuck?"

You know? Blow his mind.

Hey. They found her.

Four miles away, Palmer Park.

Jesus Christ.

Goddamn it.

What did we do?

She was working with you?

As a CI.

We were investigating him.

She was just a kid
who made a few bad decisions.

I put her in that car.

She didn't deserve this.

Keep me posted on DPD's investigation.

Let me know
what their canvassing turns up.

I'll take a shift this morning,
if there's anything needs chasing down.

Yeah.

Sorry about your father-daughter plans.