Justified: City Primeval (2023): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Oklahoma Wildman - full transcript

Previously on
"Justified: City Primeval"...

- Marshal, did you ever
threaten my client?

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

- Give me a minute,
and he will be.

I'm way ahead
of you. All the charges

stemming from the incident
in Florida are dropped.

R aylan, meet
Detective Wendell Robinson.

You're gonna be
working together,

looking into who tried
to kill Judge Guy.

- I promised my kid.

We got a whole road trip planned



back to Miami.
- We already have a lead

on who's responsible.

You'll be out of here and
on your way in 24 hours.

- Stick around, Marshal.

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

I've seen some shit.

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

- Where did you get this?

- Right where I left it.

In the ceiling
above the shitter.

Okay. You want to
play, let's play.

Look out!

- Sweety's.
- How you doin', Sweety?

- Gotta be Isaiah, man.



- Nope. Try again.
- Ain't gotta try again.

Isaiah Thomas, the greatest
Piston of all time.

He a Judas.

What?
Kissin' Magic

on the cheek, then turned
his back on the man

when he needed him most.

No wonder they kept that
nigga from the Dream Team.

I'm not saying you want
the man to fuck your sister,

but who done more for the
franchise than Isaiah?

- Joe Dumars.
- Mm.

- Yeah, man.

Two rings, '89 finals MVP,

then to the front
office where he built

those mid-2000s teams.

- That's right.
Head of operations.

My man Sweety knows
what's up.

- See, this is why I'm
not a big fan of weed.

You sit around too
stoned to think.

- How come you
didn't lock the door?

- Yo, I did...
Obviously you didn't.

- It don't matter
much now, does it?

All that matters now is you
get us the money and the dope.

- Weed's in the top drawer.

- Fellas, you know why
we rob drug dealers

instead of rich folks
up in Palmer Woods?

Because drug dealers
hold lots of cash

and wait for it... drugs.

And while it's possible

you're the worst drug
dealers in history,

and from what I hear
that ain't the case,

which means you're
holding out on me.

That's all we got.

You can search the
place if you want.

- But I don't want
to search the place.

I want you to do it for me.

- Ay, ay, look, man says
that's all there is.

How about you take what you got,

head on out...

before somebody gets hurt.

- You know what else I
was never a big fan of.

Reggae.

It all kind of sounds
the same to me.

Tell you a fun fact.

Did you know that if you
play reggae too fast,

it becomes a polka?

Hey, Sweety...

Why don't you do me a favor

and, uh, put something
else on would you?

- Motherfuckin' Judas.

- And, Sweety, you turn it up.

♪ Time has come today ♪

- Now you gonna get the
shit for me or what?

Let's go, man.

- Hey. Come the fuck on.

♪ Time has come today ♪

♪ Hey ♪

Ah. God damn it.

Whoo-hoo.

And you wanted to walk
with that pocket change.

Sweety, you gettin' soft
in your old age, buddy.

You know, Mike and Fin,
they wanted me to kill you.

Ye ah. Split the thing
three ways instead of four.

You think I'd kill
the man who jammed

with Tommy Fingers
and Red Widow?

Come on, you know
I got your back.

Now, how about we go back
to your place and celebrate?

All right.

Sweety?

You drove here, right?

Probably shouldn't leave it.

Know what I mean?

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get right,
can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get it right ♪

- Sweety's.

- Hey, you had
any trouble today?

Law enforcement of
some kind maybe?

- No. Why?

Baby, who
you talking to?

Are you talking
to the restaurant?

Can you make sure that they
make those espresso-tinis?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, listen, I'm gonna need
you to get me a lawyer

because if I spend too
much time inside, Sweety,

who knows what I
might start saying?

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get it right ♪

♪ Me and my baby had
a fight last night ♪

♪ This is what she told me ♪

♪ Here comes Long Tall Sally ♪

♪ There goes Long Tall John ♪

♪ Pack your clothes... ♪

- What do you think?

- You look beautiful.

- Hey, fellas, what
took you so long?

♪ Can't get right ♪

♪ Can't get it right ♪

♪ Me and my baby had
a fight last night ♪

You could
have just knocked.

♪ Lying across my bed ♪

That was me knocking.

♪ In walked my
baby with another man ♪

♪ And made me wish
that I was dead... ♪

- Mr. Mansell.

My name is Carolyn Wilder.

I'm a friend of
Marcus Sweeton's.

And I'm gonna be your lawyer.

- Oh, well, please
call me Clement.

Today must be my lucky day.

I'll get it.

Where would
you like this?

Over there is good.

How are we this morning, sir?

So far so good.

Sure hope
you're hungry.

I'm guessing this goes to you.

20% service charge is included,

but additional gratuities
are always appreciated.

Enjoy your breakfast.

Thank you.

I wasn't sure what you
wanted, so I got...

- Everything on the menu?
- Is that not okay?

- Nah, it's fine.

I mean, we're on
vacation, right?

If you say so.

Willa, I'm telling you, this
is just a temporary snag.

We're gonna be on the
road before you know it.

- Maybe they forgot something.

- I can't imagine
what that could be.

You know, this
coffee is $34 a pot?

Hello?

Okay. Tell him I'll
be down in a minute.

Thanks.

All right.
As we discussed,

should only be a couple hours.

And you stay on the premises.

- What if I want to go out?

- When I suggest you get off
your phone and go outside,

I get rolled eyes. But
now you want to go out?

- Teenage girls are complicated.

- Wherever you want
in the building.

But you stay on the grounds.

You hear me?
- Yeah, I hear you.

- Details are
beginning to emerge

in the shocking
murder last night

of Judge Alvin Guy

and an unnamed Wayne
County Court employee.

It is a mystery that
has people on the edge...

The two bodies
were found at 1:00 a. m.

In and around Palmer
Park Golf Course.

- Police say that
the high profile

of Judge Guy and
unconfirmed reports...

- Heck happened
to you last night?

- Earlier this week,
strongly suggest

- that he may have been...
- We went to a club

and then back to his place.

I kept waiting
for you to show up

so we could rob him...

May have been
simply an innocent bystander.

- I spent the
night. You jealous?

- You hear about this?

- Is there something
you to tell me

or is better if I don't know?

You'd think there'd be
a bounty on that little shit.

A reward you could claim.

Learned that
Police Chief Devon Briggs

and the Wayne County...
- Who could claim?

You know how many people
woulda paid money...

I mean real money
to have this done?

- Maybe somebody did pay.

- Mm-mm. Nope.

It was done for free.

Judge Guy was
a long-time presence...

Don't tell
me anymore, okay?

What's that?

Don't answer
that.

Don't answer that.
- Police have confirmed

exclusively to Fox 2 Detroit

that Judge Guy
survived an attempt...

- Weems residence.

Yes, ma'am.

Two gentlemen asking
for Mr. Weems.

Police.

- It's the police.

You want
to be the good guy?

I'm tired and grouchy
enough to be a natural heavy

if we need to get
into that shit.

What are
you tired from?

Morning. I'm
Detective Robinson,

Detroit Police. This
here's Raylan Givens,

U.S. Marshals.

Doorman says your
name is Sandy Stanton?

- That's right. Yeah.

- Said Mr. Weems
is out of town.

- Oh, you're looking for Del.

Oh, yeah, he's gone on
a meditation thingy.

- Mind if we come inside?

- Uh... I-I know this is corny,

but have you got a warrant?

- Warrant for what?
We just want to ask

a few questions
about Mr. Weems.

- Okay.

- I understand you drove
him to the airport?

The day before
yesterday. Yeah.

Um, what is it you want him for?

You drive
him out in his car?

A Range Rover?

Yeah. Why?

Not feelin'
too hot, huh?

- Yeah. So sick.

What do you do
for a living, Sandy?

Uh, I work
at the casino.

Were you
here last night?

Last night? Oh,
I was at the casino.

Not to work but, you know...

Did you win?

- You kidding?
- Puh.

I never won
a thing in my life.

You and me
must have the same luck.

- Puh.

- You take the
Rover to the casino?

No, no. My
friend drove me.

Sorry. God.

Um, Skende r Lulgjaraj.
He's kinda Albanian.

I was with him all
night, actually.

- Then who drove
Del's car last night?

- Nobody did.

- You didn't loan it to someone?

- Uh-uh.

God, hey, maybe it was stolen.

- Oh. Well, how
about we take a look?

You got the keys, don't you?

- Oh, God. I-I never know
what I do with my keys.

Uh...

- Maybe we can help ya.
- No, that's okay.

I-I think I know where they are.

You boys just sit
down and take it easy.

And I'll
be right back.

Sorry. I'm so sick.

- Hey.
- Hey. They gone?

- No. They're not gone.

- They want the keys.
- What keys?

- The fucking car keys.

What do you think, "what keys"?

They have a warrant?

They don't have a warrant,

you don't have to
give them no keys.

Do you want
to go out and tell them that?

I'm
thinking. Well, it's up to you.

You wanna give them the keys,
go ahead, give them the keys.

Okay. Keys.

Oh, hon,

I sorta had a accident
parking the car.

Sandy Stanton.

- Cute little lady.

How do
I know that name?

I don't know.

But it's certainly
got a ring to it.

Like a movie star.

Kinda name you
read in the paper.

- Or in a case file.

What are you two
doing? Talkin' about me?

I found them.

- When's the last
time you drove it?

- When I drove Del
to the airport.

Car's in good shape?

- I guess so.
- No dings or anything?

- Oh, shit. Yeah.
- Tch.

I, uh... I scraped the fender

down on the cement
where you park.

Del's gonna kill
me.

- Tight spot.

- Huh?

Down in
the parking garage.

- Which fender
you scrape, Sandy?

- Um... it was... it was this
one. The left... the left one.

- You sure?

- Pretty sure. Yeah.

But a lot of times I mix
up my left and right.

Anybody staying
with you, Sandy?

- Nope. It's...
No, it's just me.

- Anyone here right now?

I'm not
sure you're being fair.

Don't you have to, like, tell
me what this is all about

or something?

- We got a few
witnesses say a car

looked a lot like
Del's was involved

in a traffic
accident last night.

- Oh, shit. That's
what this is about?

I thought it was
something important.

- You seen Clement
Mansell lately?

- Who?

- Clement Mansell.

Isn't he an old friend of yours?

- I recall the
name. Sure. Yeah.

- We once picked Mansell
up in a motel room.

I'm pretty sure you
were with him...

if memory serves.

- Well, this has been fun.

But unless you
have anything else,

I think it's probably
time you left.

And you can just leave the
keys with the door guy.

- Sand y, if you
remember anything...

Anything at all, you can
reach me at that number.

Yeah. Okay.

- What do you think?

- Ooh. U. S. Marshal
Raylan Givens.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thought you said
they were cops.

- One of them was.
The Black one.

Said he saw us that
day at the motel.

- What the hell is a
marshal doing here?

- I don't know, babe.
I didn't think to ask.

Well,
what'd he look like?

Regular old beer-gut dick?

No. He was skinny,
almost. Dewy skin.

Dewy skin?
What's that mean?

Like he's a sweat-er, Sandy?

No. He was
quiet. Polite, even.

It's funny, I get the sense
there's some meanness in him.

Otherwise, he was kind of cute.

- Oh, cute, huh?

I gotta see a federal
marshal that's cute.

That'll be one of
my goals in life.

I need you to drive
over to the Rouge

and do me a little favor.

- I can't...
- Do I have to?

- Baby, I can't go now, can I?

- I need to smoke a little
first, help me relax.

- What I think you need

is one of Dr. Mansell's
special treatments.

- Oh.
- Yeah?

You feel that? Ooh.

Always reliable.

Never gets wimpy
or pouty on you.

Oh, babe.
Yeah.

- Baby. No.

- Now, you get back
from your trip,

you can have your medicine.

How's that sound?

- Just a scrape?

- Sometimes she mixes up
her left and her right.

- Be curious to see
whether her story

about the Albanian checks out.

- What do you think
the chances are

this paint'll match
the judge's Cadillac?

Maybe we should stick
around, see if Sandy runs.

I could do that.

While we're waitin',

you can tell me about
Clement Mansell.

- Can do that, too.

This guy
left a trail of shit

from Oklahoma to Detroit.

Nothin' ever stuck, huh?

Nope.

Matcha. Wife
turned me onto it.

Helps your nerves.

I see.

- It ain't that $34
room service coffee,

but it does the trick.

- Mansell really that
good or he just lucky?

I don't think luck
has a thing to do with it.

- How'd he get off the
Wrecking Crew killings?

We had him cold.

Eyewitness to a
quadruple homicide.

Would have been five dead,
but one of them takes

a couple gunshots point
blank, lives to tell the tale

of how it was Mansell
who pulled the trigger.

- What happened?
- His attorney appealed

on a federal detainer
statute and he walked.

Smart lawyer.

Who was the arresting officer?

Raymond Cruz.

What's his deal?
Where is he now?

32 years on the job.
The world changed, Ray didn't.

Hell of a detective
who just had enough.

I don't know.

Probably fishing and
getting shit-hammered.

Think she's
in over her head

or right where she wants to be?

Maybe in over her head
is where she wants to be.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Think she's gonna jump?

Didn't strike me as the type.

Well, maybe she's just here
to do a little sight-seeing.

Although, it ain't exactly
picturesque, is it?

Not exactly.

I suppose there's always
the third option...

She's here to get
rid of something.

Mm-hmm.

- Forgot option four.
- Which is?

She had
to take a piss.

Givens.

Marshal, this
is Carolyn Wilder.

The attorney from
court the other day.

- I remember.
- I have something

that I wanted to
discuss with you,

was hoping we could
do it in person.

- I'm kinda in the middle
of something right now.

When were you hoping this
meeting would take place?

- My office. A soon
as you are available.

- What's the rush?
- Why wait?

I'll send you the address.

See you soon, Marshal.

What was that?

- I'm not entirely sure.

Here we go.

Maybe she made us.

- Maybe she just did the math.

- Can't wait to see
where she goes next.

You joining or you got
somewhere else to be?

- that he was married, but
he was gonna leave her...

Detroit police said
it happened right behind me

in that parking lot, uh,
right next to that suite.

Because, actually, we-we
do have something to tell...

Uh, Livy,
Livy, listen to me.

I-I-I can handle
this, okay? I...

- You're gonna tell her?
- I-I said I can han...

I really like the salty
kind of buttery thing going...

No, no!
I said no! Aah!

- Yeah, y'all in step...
- Is what they won't

promise, but with
that...

Never heard you
utter anything racist.

- Hey, yo, miss lady.
Hey, what's goin' on?

Hey, you look like somebody
that could use a nice watch.

Come holla at your boy.

Check it out. Today's
your lucky day.

I got that liquidation
sale goin' on.

Genuine Rolex.

Huh, you like that one?

Get one for your boyfriend,
for your pops, or for yourself.

Don't cheat yourself when
you can treat yourself,

you heard?
- How much?

- For you? 40 bucks.
- For a Rolex?

Hey, what can I
say? I buy in bulk.

- You steal 'em?
- Tch. Man, c'mon. Pfft.

- What kind of metal is this?
- Stainless steel.

- Doesn't feel like
stainless steel.

Yeah, 'cause I get
it from France.

- I like my Rolexes
from Switzerland.

- Yada-yada-yada... look, do
you want the watch or not?

For you, 20 bucks.

- Why would I spend
20 bucks on something

that's clearly a
crappy knock-off?

- You know what?
Bet. We're done here.

It's a wrap.

Go on about your business.
- I have 7 bucks.

How 'bout 7?

- Hey, Sweety.

You all
right? - Yeah.

Uh, no. I-I don't know.

I, um... it's-it's been a day.

- Want a drink?
- I just gotta pee.

Um, you know what? I
could do with a dime.

That'd be great.

- Run through that
eighth already, huh?

Like I
said, it's been a day.

Oh!

Ohh! God damn it!

Hey, thanks, Sweety.

Thanks.

Sure you
don't want that drink?

- Oh, maybe next time.

I-I gotta get changed for work.

This shit gets
better by the minute.

- Movin' out?
- No. her old partner's stuff

shoulda been out months ago.

You know.

Marshal.

Why don't you have a seat?

Here and I thought you wanted
to thank me for the drink.

Saw your picture
today in a case file.

Probably taken right before
they locked you up in Milan.

- Uh, who you supposed
to be in that hat?

Travis Tritt?

- Why, Clement, if you
just wanted to see my hat,

you could have walked out
of Del Weems' back bedroom

and gotten a good look then.

You have
reason to suspect

my client is involved in
the murder of Judge Guy?

- And Rose Doyle, yes.

- And what is that?
- Witnesses.

- Shit. He ain't
got no witnesses.

He's blowing smoke up your ass.

- Not another word unless
I ask you a question.

- Can I ask him a question?

- What is it?

- Was he driving around in
a Range Rover last night?

License number 8...
- He's not gonna answer that.

- No, go on. I want to hear

how you're gonna
lay the judge on me.

- Not another word.
- He's dyin'.

You got this idea of what
happened to the judge.

You just can't get
nobody to, uh, coora...

What's the word? Corrobrate it.

- Corroborate.

Hang around courtrooms
and county jails,

you learn some words, don't you?

- Yeah, you learn a few
things about lawmen, too.

- This oughta be good.

Only two kinds of guys

out in the street chasing
bad guys at your age...

Ones who got passed
over for the big chair,

and the ones that
just love it so much

they're gonna have
to be dragged off.

Only question is will
they be breathing

when it happens.

- I'ma be real clear.

I called you here to say
that unless you really have

something on my client,

unless you're going
to arrest him,

you're gonna walk away, Marshal.

Do not harass him or
even speak to him.

Is that understood?

You mind
if I take this?

When I tell
you to be quiet...

- Hey.
You do just that.

- Soon. Why? Is
everything all right?

You're not there are you?

Yeah, I'm not
doing this shit for free.

Get out of my office.

- Willa, I'm gonna
call you right back.

- Counselor, you good?

- He's a beauty.

- He kills people.

- You know my job, Marshal.

And I know yours.

- And you're okay?

I think you mean well.

- But it ain't none
of my business.

- You have a good day, Marshal.

- You too, Carolyn.

- Hey.

- Thought we had an agreement
about you staying at the hotel.

Where are you exactly?

- Near the hotel.
- Willa...

Wherever you are,
whatever you're doing,

I want you to turn
that narrow ass around

and get back to the hotel
and be there when I return.

Or I'm gonna put
a BOLO out on you

and have you arrested.

- I can't tell if
you're joking or not.

Okay. Fine.

- Everything all right?

I gotta get back to the hotel.

But let's go talk
to this girl first.

- Your shift starts on the hour,

not five minutes after the hour,

not ten minutes after the hour.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm not kidding, Sandy.
It's final warning time.

Fuck me.

- What?
- Excuse me.

I already told you
everything I know.

And I haven't heard from Del

if that's what you're wondering.

- What were you doing

down by the bridge today, Sandy?

- Do we have to do this here?
- Well, it's either here

or Detective Robinson's
favorite... down at the station.

- Can I drop these
drinks off first?

- She one of them,
what do you call it...

Own worst enemy types.

- Oh, I don't know.

I see potential.

- I'll be at the bar.

- Mansell send
you to the bridge,

or was that your idea?

- He didn't send me anywhere.

- What about Sweety's?

You go there for Mansell, too?

He didn't
send me anywhere.

I just told you that. And
I go to Sweety's for weed.

Where'd your friend
go? I like him better.

- Last night, a judge was
shot to death in his car.

Maybe he was a good
man, maybe he wasn't.

But the same dude
that killed the judge

took his companion
to a golf course

and put a bullet in her head
where her face used to be.

- I need to get back to work.

- You went to Sweety's
for weed, huh?

- Helps me relax
when I'm stressed.

- In that case, way
things are goin',

I'd get your hands on
some really good shit.

Still seeing potential?

- You're never gonna guess
who just showed up at my work

asking about you.

- Want me to drop you
off back at the hotel?

I got no doubt Mansell
put a gun in her hand.

She had it with
her at the bridge.

She must have had it
with her at that bar.

I was just thinking it
was time you bought me a drink.

- Hi. Good afternoon.

I'm looking for my friend
Raylan Givens' room.

Hello? Who's calling?

So instead of Dad I
get stuck with you?

- Yes, ma'am. That's right.
You get stuck with me.

Lookin'
for Mr. Sweety.

♪ Down on Fourth Street ♪

♪ Goin' to the party... ♪

- Marcus!
- ♪ Down on Fourth Street... ♪

- Why don't you, uh, head
home? We'll catch up later.

I'll be fine.

- Raylan Givens, Marcus Sweeton.

- I like your place.

- Mm-hmm.

You know
who that dude was?

Sweety here was a monster bass
player back in olden times.

Story goes he was on his way
to a George Clinton session

when he got popped
with a few Zs on him.

That man would've been
featured on "Atomic Dog."

- I'm unfamiliar.

"Atomic Dog"?

One of the greatest p-funk
tracks ever recorded?

"Funky dogs, nasty dogs."

- Sounds bet ter
when George sings it.

That's true.

Second time Sweety got popped,
I was there, you remember?

I remember
your boot up my ass.

Lucky for
him, this is Motown.

You get a liquor license
in your mama's name

even if she's dead.
Can I help you fellas

with something? Or
am I just a stop

on the out-of-towner tour?

Sandy Stanton.

- If that's a drink,
I don't know it.

- She was here at your bar
not but a little while ago.

Used to hang out
with Clement Mansell,

who, back in the day, was
a card-carrying member

of the, uh...
The Wrecking Crew.

- The Wrecking Crew.

- Wrecking Crew... crew
is ancient history.

- Mansell's not.
He's back in town

coincidentally the same
time a circuit court judge

and a young girl
have been murdered.

Maybe you know all that.

- Maybe you don't.
- Anyway,

on her way over to your place,

Sandy Stanton
stopped at a bridge

overlooking the Rouge river.

- You worried she was
thinking about jumping?

That was one
of our concerns, yes.

- But she didn't.
- Mm-mm.

Jumped in her car and
came straight here.

So you think she was
there to toss a gun,

then had second thoughts

and came here to
toss it instead?

Well, if you lookin'
for a gun, that's easy.

Is it this one?

Or...

That one?

Or maybe...

I can interest you gentlemen...

in this pretty little .22.

Y'all got a permit to carry?

Now, unless the piece
you're looking for

is one of these
registered firearms,

there's somebody I gotta call.

- Detective Robinson.

You oughta know better
than to come in here,

harass my client,
without calling me first.

Harassment?
Shit, we were just talking

about old times. Ain't
that right, Sweety?

- They're lookin' for
a gun. - Uh-huh.

You got a warrant, right?

You got any more of these?

Can I ask
you a question?

Are you followin' me?

- You go get a search warrant
and have a good night.

See you, Wendell.

- Ms.
- Wilder.

I can get a warrant.

By the time
you get a warrant,

that gun'll be gone.

Sweety, is there
something I need to know

about all this?

- Mansell's back in town.

I'm well aware.

He came to see me.

Made it clear to
me that if I wanted

to keep you out of trouble,

that I still represent him.

- What you know about that?

- Apophis.

- Who? What?

- Apophis. Serpent
god of chaos.

See, the sun god, Ra,
sailed through the skies.

And as this Ra...

navigated through the
darkness of night,

he was attacked by
Apophis...

Who wanted to kill him
to prevent the light.

Every time Mansell shows up,

bad shit is in the air.

Well,
as far as I know,

the sun still rises and sets.

And in the immortal words of Ra,

fuck him.

- It's Willa. Leave a message.

Hey, where are you?

- Problem?

Yeah, I
got a 15-year-old

who doesn't want to listen.

- Not that unusual. They
think we don't know shit.

First two words my
kid learned were,

"Actually, Daddy."

Willa?

Hey, hey.

There he is. Whew!

Take a seat, cowboy.

You know...

We were about ready
to call the cavalry

to make sure you
were okay, Raylan.

You missed dinner.

Chicken fingers.

Never understood why
they call them "fingers."

Fries. Milkshake, extra thick.

I told Willa the dairy thing
could be our little secret

and not tell her mom,

'cause you know how
her mom can get.

I can't believe it!

You didn't tell her about
your good old friend Clement

after all the time we
spent together at Glynco.

- They used to call
you "Chicken Fat"?

Sweetheart, why-why
don't you head upstairs?

- It's early.
- Willa.

- 30 minutes.
- Now.

- What if I have dessert

and you guys order
something to eat?

'Cause I would love
to hear more stuff.

Whew! She's a
hell of a negotiator.

Even better than her old man.

- For the first
time in your life,

just say, "Yes, Dad."

- You know, you did a great job.

She's very sweet.

And you are a tough man
to track down, Raylan.

Took me three whole tries
to find the right hotel.

- Stand up.

What, you
gonna shoot an unarmed man?

Did some diggin'
about you, Raylan.

Interesting story
about you and a man

on a rooftop in Miami.

- Oop...
- Go to the room.

- I was just doing you a favor

trying to take care
of your little one.

- Sorry about that.

- You know, she is a
little young for my taste,

but if this were Kentucky,

I'd be tappin'
that a...

Whoo. Chicken Fat.

Uhh... uh... uhh...

- I see you near
my daughter again,

and I'll fuckin' kill you.

Not if I see you first.

Whoo!

Yeah. All right.

It's not for me to tell you
you're in over your head.

But I ain't been here a week.

And the shit I've seen has
certainly given me pause.

God damn, Marshal. People are
going to think we're in love.

Every move Mansell makes could
be a move someone gets killed.

I'm tired of waiting around
for the right thing to happen.

Waiting around in
murky waters like this.

That's how you get bit.

There's money in
these pages, Sweetie.

A book of secrets or payoffs.

And it is the key.

Your client.

He's a monster who
thinks he's untouchable.

Do I trust you with what I know?

I ain't gonna sleep at night
if this son of a bitch wins.

People do as they will.
The trick is how you react.

Laissez-faire
approach, is that it?

I don't speak Spanish.

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