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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