Justified: City Primeval
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Clement: I ever tell you about the story about Oklahoma? A day later any other day. And then it changed. Sky turned dark. Mama was, uh, indisposed. Cause that’s what people do: They fuckin’ let you down. I waited patiently for him to leave. Think his name was Dalton? Some shit. He worked a rig down in Glenpool Field. He wasn’t the first asshole from Glenpool to be in her bed, but he was the last. Cause once his car disappeared down the dirt road, grabbed my .22, shoved three inches of steel down her throat. Cause the very last thing I wanted my mama to see before I told her to close her eyes tight and pulled the trigger was her son’s face. Then I drove her one county over and buried her where no one could ever find her. Or. That story’s just bullshit. A tornado carried her away.
Skender: You should not be here.
Sandy: I screwed up, okay? But I want to make this right. So, did I set you up to get robbed? I did. Did I hook you good, let you take me out and spend money on this and that? I did. But you gotta believe me, honey, I never ever thought that you’d get hurt as bad as this. I mean…
Skender: No. There is nothing you can say. You have broken my heart. And also my leg.
Sandy: The only way in the world, I’ll tell you right now, I’d ever testify against Clement is if he was dead and buried with a stake through his heart, and even then I’d be nervous. You can send me to jail if you want. I’m not saying one fuckin’ word.
Raylan: Why do you stay with him?
Sandy: He’s fun.
Look, quarter of these guys cooling their jets, waiting for sentencing up in Wayne County, they didn’t do what they’re being tried and convicted for. But they did other stuff that they got away with. Now, I’m okay with that. And even them, deep deep down, they know why they’re there. Does that make me an asshole? Maybe. But I never sent some poor devil up the river I know didn’t do it just to get a win.
Bryl
Sandy: I wanna do things different. Like, I wanna go back to school. I could do hair or be an entrepreneur, y’know. Meet a nice guy, like you said. I wanna live honest.
Raylan: I’m gonna need your phone.
Sandy: Can I at least delete some pictures first?
Band member: What happened to her daddy?
Sweetie: He worked the line at GM, and when the plant closed… He died of a rough life, man. Broken heart.
Sweetie: He said he ain’t got it, he ain’t got it. Blood from a stone.
Clement: Bull. Shit. Nobody’s got twelve grand that ain’t got fifteen.
There are things that I want to do with that book and none of them have a damned thing to do with what’s legal but everything, EVERYTHING to do with what’s just. So do you understand what it means for me to trust you?
Carolyn
Dickie: I hired you to do a specific job and you completely betrayed my trust.
Lonny: You didn’t pay enough.
Dickie: You stole.
Lonny: I’m a thief.
Dickie: Yes, exactly! Which, thank you, that’s what brings me here today.
Downey: Day from Hell?
Diane: I wish. Hell would’ve spit this day out and called it overcooked.
Raylan: Carolyn, I want you to be careful, now.
Carolyn: So that’s the question, isn’t it? Do I trust you with what I know?
Raylan: Ever since I landed in this town, ever since I come across this dude, I never seen anybody get so lucky so much in my life. Get him dead to rights, everything just so, and everytime he skates, cleaner than clothes on a washline.
Robinson: What’s your point?
Raylan: Wonder if anybody’s that lucky. I wonder if some combination of this dead judge and this ledgebook and this particular shitbird is maybe making people act in ways they otherwise wouldn’t and I’m feeling like I do when I’m being played a fool.
