Justified: City Primeval

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 has 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.

I said move.

Sandy!

Why don't you do me a favor and, 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.

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 am 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.

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 man sell.

Get this prick off the street.

Get him for ag assault if not murder, right?

Be a star. Come on.

We don't get man sell in lockup,

Albanians are gonna tear shit up going after him.

They're gonna try to get to man sell 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 can 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 this 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. Wewewe never...

We never talked about doing that.

Well, he was provoking me.

How?

Howhow was he provoking you so much,

you 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!

Got you.

Skender lollygag ain't nothin'. He ain't got nobody.

You can forget about that now. He's old news.

You smell that?

What? Toast?

No, baby, money.

You smell money.

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, delicacy.

Yeah. It's peachy.

Hey, listen, toma,

sorry to hear about your nephew there.

Tough luck.

That leg, ouch.

You want us to Google that or... 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.

Of course, that justice is really no justice at all.

It is, 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 dog pile

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?