All language subtitles for Justified - 01x06

Previously on "Justified"...

I got a call this morning from a.
U.S.A. David Vasquez.

Wants ava to come up to Lexington.

Raylan, you can't sleep with her.

I know.

Raylan.

I won't.

Is there a part of you
that's just disappointed?

Disappointed?

That you raised such an idiot.

There were no drugs on me.

I got you out of jail.

At the very least,
I'll get you back in.

Why, hello, there, Raylan.

Hello, Boyd.

How you doing?

The food isn't as advertised,
and there was no mint on my pillow,

so I don't think that I would come
back to this particular hotel.

But it is better than Alderson -
or maybe I'm better.

See, I've done a lot of
bad things in my life.

But what I know now
is that the only hope

that I have of saving my own soul is
by helping to save the soul of others.

But I can see by the
glazing of your eyes

that you didn't ask to see me because
you wanted to hear about my ministry.

How can I help you, Raylan?

I saw Arlo the other day.

Well, how did that go?

I want to know everything you
know about what he's up to.

Well, if I tell you,
what do I get?

What do you want?

Well, you understand what it
is that you're asking for.

I mean...me asking people in
here about your daddy -- I mean,

that could put me in a
very compromising position.

You want me to arrange for
that mint on your pillow?

No, Raylan.

The only thing that I want you to do
is to think about your immortal soul.

You are a violent man, my friend.

You have left a trail
of dead behind you.

You think about it -- the life that
you've led, the work that you've done.

At one moment, you could be breaking
into the home of a fugitive.

And the very next moment,
you could be facing your final judgment.

Now, how do you think that
you're going to fare on

that glorious, glorious day,
Raylan Givens?

It's always a good question.

Well, it's the most
important question there is.

Raylan.

Raylan, honey, I made you coffee.

It's from a machine.

Yes, it is.

What you got there?

The classified ads.

You already got a job.

I'm still waiting
on a free haircut.

Free nothing.

Well, maybe a discount.

I'm looking for an apartment.

I can make a mean cup of
coffee when I got a kitchen.

This ain't that bad.

I wouldn't mind a
couple closets, either.

A couple?

Well, look at you,

thinking I'm all hot and bothered
for us to move in together.

You're tarnished with the
dark stain of d-I-v-o-r-c-e.

My marriage ended a little
more amicably than yours.

Funny.

Why did your marriage end?

It seemed like a good
idea at the time.

I ran into that Johnny Crowder
the other day.

Oh, yeah?

Johnny Crowder doesn't
make my stomach turn.

I'm glad you feel that way.

He gave me a little heads-up,
asked me to pass it on to you.

Bo is getting his release soon.

Johnny thought you might
want to get out of Kentucky.

It would take more than
that to get me gone.

Ava... Since I was 19 years old,
I always dreamed --

if I saved enough money,
I'd move to Lexington.

Raylan, you probably don't
remember what a relief it is

to walk around every day and
all you see is strangers.

You know, I can walk into a
store or a coffee shop --

nobody knows anything about me...

or my family...or if I sleep
in a nightie or buck naked.

I can answer that last one.

At any rate, I ain't leaving,
bo Crowder notwithstanding.

Hello!

Good morning, sunshine.

What's up?

Well, I was gonna
apologize for being late.

For what?

You know that little cellphone thing
that we issue to all the marshals?

You should turn that on once in a while,
check your messages.

You want me to check them now?

No, I'll just repeat myself.

I don't have anything
better to do.

Uh, the first message was
that everything's in place.

We got a team at the
plane and at the house.

The banks are readto go,

and the indictment's gonna
be here in about an hour.

You've been saying that for days.

The second message is

that we've got to go to Cincinnati
to pick up this art dealer,

'cause Carnes is trying
to sell some paintings.

I have to go with you?

Would I be here if you didn't?

Are you cold standing out here?

Not really. Why?

'cause I can't keep from
staring at your nipples.

I'll be out in 10.

Thank you.

Raylan, in the
interest of clarity,

I'm gonna be as straightforward
about this as possible.

What's your problem?

Tell me that wasn't Ava in there.

You really want me to answer that?

Oh, good God.

No, I don't want
you to answer that.

You didn't hear a damn thing
I said about that, did you?

I heard.

Well, you know that a.U.S.A.
is still sniffing around on your trail --

that David Vasquez.

I know. I know.

Well, be smart, then.

Let me tell you something.

There are other things than smart.

Yeah.

Those are not smart.

Excuse me. Karl Hanselman?

We're with the U.S.
Marshals service.

That still exists?

Yeah.

We like to keep a low profile.

We understand that Owen
Carnes contacted you,

trying to sell some paintings.

You've been eavesdropping.

Do you know Mr. Carnes?

You know what he's facing?

I read the papers.

Then you know that we'd
put a tap on his toaster

if we thought it would
get us anything.

Just idle curiosity,
but how much money did Carnes take?

10 years ago, it probably would
have made the front page.

But after madoff,
it'll barely register.

How can I help you?

Mr. Carnes.

Did you bring it?

I did.

Who are these guys?

Oh, we're with the U.S. Marshals.

What do you want?

As of noon today,

the U.S. Marshals service has assumed
responsibility for all your assets.

You've been served.

You haven't even arrested me yet.

You don't have an indictment.

Well, that's coming, Mr. Carnes.

You know that.

We're kind of in a gray area here,
but basically, you know,

You can still sell things.

It's just that we're gonna
hold on to the funds

until this issue is resolved.

Do you still want me to come in?

It takes a lot of the fun
out of it, doesn't it?

Yeah, come on in.

You have a lot of art.

It's my wife's.

She and her art buyer,
David Mortimer, bought it.

He's an annoying little shit,
but I got to hand it to him.

He, uh, certainly got
me what I wanted.

Well, here they are.

As you know, they're very
hard to authenticate.

Where did your buyer find them?

A dealer in Prague.

May I examine them?

Have at it.

I don't want to sell the Hitlers,
but, uh, well, you know

The situation I'm in.

Even if I hand you
my bagful of money,

the deputy will take
it away from you.

Well, I don't care
about the money.

I care about the history.

How many Hitlers you have?

42.

42 Hitlers?

Good lord.

Well, I'd sure love to come
by and see them one day.

When you get out of prison,
you'll have to come to Cincinnati.

I'm sorry.

I-I don't mean to interrupt.

I-I know it's really none
of our business, but, uh,

when you say "hitler,
" do you mean Adolf Hitler?

Yeah.

He didn't tell you?

All these paintings here were
all painted by Adolf Hitler.

You can't get any closer to
history than this right here.

So, you know, I ain't no,
uh, nazi lover.

Do you have a bathroom?

What?

Bathroom -
may I use your bathroom?

Yeah.

Out the door to the left,
down the hall.

You'll smell my wife's scented
candles before you get there.

Can I help you?

Uh, Mrs. Carnes, I'm deputy U.S.
Marshal Raylan Givens.

Where's my husband?

Uh, he's in the, um,

Den with a collector,
looking at some paintings.

His last night of freedom,

And he's talking to
someone about his Hitlers?

He's trying to sell them.

I hope he succeeds.

I hate those damn things.

I mean, who in the hell
buys Hitler paintings?

So, what are you
doing here, deputy?

Uh, we served, uh, your husband
with an order of forfeiture.

Do you know what that is?

Do I care?

You should.

Anything I can do
about it right now?

Not really.

Then I don't care.

Do you want a drink?

Oh, I guess you can't.

I won't tell if you won't.

I suppose you should tell me
about this order you served.

Under an order of forfeiture,
we hold on to everything the accused owns.

Small, high-value
items like your art,

we'll move to a secure location,
where it stays.

We auction it off if the U.S.
Attorney

proves it was obtained
by illegal gain.

Mrs. Carnes.

Uh, Greg, this deputy Givens.

Deputy, this is Greg Davis.

He does most of the hands-on
training of the horses.

Best in the business.

I'm not half the rider
that Mrs. Carnes is.

You can stop kissing my ass, Greg.

You'll be out of a job tomorrow.

Well, I'm here now.
Anything you need?

I don't know.

Are the horses staying or going?

Staying for now.

Work Max and Ringo if you can.

Max was shying at the Liverpool.

Yes, ma'am.

Pleasure.

All those years teaching rich kids
to sit a trot, scraping to get by.

And then I met Owen.

I taught his girls.

The wife didn't care about
riding, but Owen did.

Well, he cared about me.

I went from doing everything --

Grooming, feeding, looking out --

to being handed the reins of the most
magnificent creatures ready to ride.

Now you're telling me
I'm gonna lose it all.

Anything you paid for with your
own earnings, you get to keep.

I'm gonna lose it all.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

That fat bastard.

If I'd only charged
him by the blow job,

I'd be independently rich by now

instead of getting dragged
off by his shit Tornado.

He thought he was so smart.

All his jew lawyers
can't help him now.

But, I'll bet he never told them
about his Hitler collection.

I better get back.

Oh, don't go all P.C.
on me now, Deputy.

I thought you were a good ol' boy.

Bullshit.

You said the Hitlers were
hard to authenticate.

Well, usually they are,

but these were easy because
they're obviously fakes.

Oh, you got to be wrong.

It cost me $300,000.

Then I suggest you speak to
whomever sold them to you

and get your money back.

Get David Mortimer over here.

Did you know Hitler was a painter?

Not until today.

He did it mostly when he was younger,
before world war I.

Before he got into
mass murder and so on.

What kind of a son of a bitch
would collect something like that?

You know, I once
met a man who made

elaborate and detailed model
reconstructions of famous aviation
disasters.

Tenerife, Sioux city, Lockerbie.

These scaled down fuselages,
blackened and torn.

Little engines and furrowed earth.

I don't know.

I figure people are entitled
to their hobbies, and...

I'm entitled to think
those people are creepy.

No offense, Karl.

Next time you're in Cincinnati,
come by the gallery.

I'll show you my collection.

I think you'll be quite surprised.

Honestly, I think I'd rather
stick my dick in a blender.

Well, that might
solve a few problems.

Why'd you sell Owen fakes?

I didn't. These are real.

Tell the truth, David.

I am. Hanselman's lying.

Why would he lie?

Owen, please.

He wants to get them
from you for cheap.

These are real Hitlers.

I swear to God.

Oh, well, then you wouldn't
mind buying them back from me.

No, of course not.

Owen, he's lying.

You can't trust him.

I don't.

Tell the truth!
What they are come from?

I'll get the electric blanket.

You do the second shot.

All right.

Now, according to this
discovery channel show I saw,

This warming-blanket
business only works so long.

W-- okay. What are you doing?

Go on. Don't throw up.

You don't want your
DNA on the carpet.

Why?

Why do you think?

They can't put a
dead man on trial.

The case against Owen
will get dismissed.

His kids will get some.

But I'll get most of it.

Oh, shit!

What?

I don't think he's dead.

Oh, my God! he's alive?!

Jfk was alive for hours!

We don't have hours.

Honey, JFK had the best
doctors in the world.

Owen's got nothing.

He won't last long.

We'll just give him a few minutes.

If he keeps making noises,

we can always pinch his
nose and cover his mouth.

Now, just do the second shot.

There you go.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Oh, my God!

What the hell are you doing?!

I had to get gunpowder
on his hands.

And all of this had to
be done in front of me?

Well, did you or did you not
sell Owen those fake Hitlers?

Oh, my God!

That was your idea!

Yes.

And you happily took your
half of the proceeds.

Wait. W-what's your point? What?

Well, if word got out,
you'd be ruined, right?

So as a favor to you,
I'm willing to burn those paintings,

And no one will ever be able
to prove you sold forgees.

And in exchange,
you will say -- when asked --

that when you left here,
Owen was despondent but alive.

Now, can you do that?

Or do you not want me
to burn the paintings?

Burn 'em.

Mr. Carnes!

Mr. Carnes!

Wh! whoa! whoa! hey!

What the hell are you doing?

We got this, deputy.

U.S. Marshals service
owns this house now,

so you want to pay
us for a new door?

Gentlemen, relax.

Mrs. Carnes, we're here to serve an arrest
warrant on your husband, Owen Carnes.

Well, you got your
indictment, huh?

Where's your husband, Mrs. Carnes?

I don't know.

He never came to bed,
at least not that I'm aware.

I to two sleeping pills.

I barely heard you all driving up.

When did you last see him?

10:00, after David Mortimer left.

Owen was in his den, staring at his Hitlers
-- fake Hitlers, whatever they are.

Send in the locals.

Oh!

Owen!

I don't know what your
policy is on suicides.

You're the I.R.S.

Well, it might not be a suicide.

Look, he was going away
the rest of his life...

Hey, you should hear
what this guy said.

Who are you?

I'm with the U.S.
Attorneys office.

Go ahead. Tell him.

I was just saying it
might not be a suicide.

Because of the shot
in the ceiling?

Happens all the time.

No, because of the
gun in his hand.

I don't follow you.

When a man shoots
himself in the head,

it's like he's a puppet
without his strings, you know?

He just doesn't hold on to shit.

The gun's usually found around him,
but never in the hand.

You see that on a "CSI"?

Sadly, no.

The one thing we can all agree on is
Carnes is dead and no one here gives a
shit.

You want to get local P.D.
To pursue a homicide, knock yourself out.

As far as the FBI is concerned,
the criminal case is closed.

Forfeiture's all yours.

We're out of here in 10.

Mr. Givens.

I am.

You shot Tommy Bucks.

Tell me, did you really tell him
he had 24 hours to get out of town

or you'd shoot him on sight?

Something like that.

That's fantastic.

I read, uh, what bucks did to
that poor nicaraguan farmer

with the stick of dynamite.
Jesus Christ.

I mean, you must have really
wanted to shoot the guy.

I know I did, and I just read
a report you're an a.U.S.A.

Yep.

You guys still ven't figured out how
to put a dead man on trial yet, huh?

Believe me, we'd love to.

Yank Carnes out of the morgue,

You know, wire him up like "Weekend at Bernie's,"
get a ventriloquist to speak for him.

"I plead not guilty, your honor."

But you got all these negative Nancys
always quoting the constitution

and this goddamn
due-process bullshit.

It must be frustrating.

Hmm?

All that work on
Carnes for nothing.

No.

I'm not on the Carnes case.

David Vasquez.

I'm looking into your shootings.

I'd really like to talk to you.

Obviously not today,
but I'll call you, set something up.

Bucks pulled first.

Yeah, I read that, too.

Hanselman gallery.

Mr. Hanselman, deputy Givens.

Ah.

Calling to arrange a
viewing of my collection?

No, just a quick question.

Police forensics say the
ashes that they, uh,

pulled out of Carnes' fireplace showed
those paintings were done with water-based
oils.

Well, I don't know what
they pulled out of the fire,

but the paintings I examined
were most definitely done

with good old-fashioned oils,
I assure you.

You're sure?

For one thing, deputy,
water-based oils are quite new.

No self-respecting forger would
attempt to fake a Hitler with paints

that hadn't been invented
when Hitler was painting.

You'd agree that wouldn't
be the smartest move, right?

I suppose you're right.

Yeah, thank you.

Don't mention it.

And listen, if you're ever
in Cincinnati -- Hi, Raylan.

Winona.

I need a favor.

I'm sorry?

You said you needed a favor.

Because -- no, it's funny,
'cause the last time I saw you,

You were -- I said, "I won't
come by unannounced anymore,"

You said, "you won't
come by at all anymore."

Well, I'm happy to be your
course of last resort.

What is it?

I need you to run some names.

Sit down.

Do you know it's against the law
for me to run names for a civilian?

Yes, I know that.

You know, I got this whole A.U.S.A.
thing up my ass.

I know.

What do you mean, you know?

How do you know that?

I can't say.

But it's okay for you to come and
ask me to look up names for you?

Raylan, I would not ask you this
if it wasn't really important.

Hey.

Thank you.

Raylan.

Did you call the lpd forensics lab asking
about the ashes in Carnes' fireplace?

I did. Why?

Their chief just called me.

That was fast.

Yeah, you piss in somebody's sandbox,
they tend to respond rather quickly.

As I explained to the
lovely woman on the phone,

the paintings belong to us.

We need to ascertain
their disposition.

Mm-hmm.

Murder is not a marshals matter.

I know that, art,
but something ain't right here.

Well, just give us 24 hours.

"Us"?

Tim was gonna bring David
Mortimer in for a little squeeze,

and I was gonna go talk
to the widow Carnes.

Well, if that guy hadn't
been such an asshole,

I'd say no,
but I'll give you one day.

You don't like rich people,
huh, Raylan?

Nobody likes rich people, art.

David Mortimer.

Thanks for coming.

My pleasure.

I was told you, uh,
needed my help.

Yeah, we want you to come up with
a list of all the pieces of art

you helped the Carneses buy
and how much they paid.

It'll help us when
they come to auction.

I could have done
that from my office.

Sorry. I didn't think of that.

That's all right.

Oh, uh, and we want you to
include the Hitler paintings.

Really?

I was -- I thought Owen
burned those in the fireplace.

It turns out whatever was burned in the
fireplace wasn't one of those paintings.

Really?

We don't know where the paintings are,
but we got a team looking for them.

Hello, Gary.

Hello, Raylan.

What can I do for you?

Gonna be in Lexington for a while.

I was driving by
and saw your sign.

I thought I'd see what
was in the market.

How much is that?

Uh, $725,000.

I'll keep looking.

They're motivated to sell.

Well, I doubt there's motivation enough
in the world to get them into my range.

Look, Gary, I want to apologize.

The other night, I came by your
house unannounced and uninvited.

It's all right.

No, it's not all right,
and I'm sorry.

It's no big deal.

Really?

Hmm.

I bumped into Winona the
other day at the courthouse.

She said it really shook you up.

I don't know why she'd say that.

Go figure, huh?

Hey, random question.

Is it "realtor" or "realter"?

I keep hearing these ads on
the radio saying "realtor."

I thought it was "realter."

Well, you buy a house in today's market,
you can call us whatever you like.

That'd be nice, huh?

Though you already
got a big house.

Yeah, it's, uh, tough times in
real estate these days, huh?

A lot of pressure. Money's tight.

People must be doing
some desperate things.

You seen any of that?

Any of your colleagues getting into shady
areas, trying to keep their head above
water?

I didn't know real estate was
part of the marshals' purview.

It's not.

Well, I should let
you get back to work.

No hard feelings, huh?

Oh, nonat all.

And just to tell you, I-I wasn't
ever thinking of shooting you,

No matter what
Winona may have said.

Well...

But you drag her down into any of
the shit you've got going on now --

different story.

Where the hell are the paintings?

They're safe.

You told me you burned them.

I changed my mind.

Why?

For insurance.

Insurce against what?

Against you losing your nerve.

Oh, God.

You're gonna want to sit down,
David. It gets worse.

Why? How?

I want the $150,000 you got
selling Owen the fake Hitlers.

You already got $150,
000 from -- from when we did it.

I'm not saying this is fair or right,
but I want your half now.

And if I don't get it,
those paintings will reappear,

and everyone will
know you sold fakes.

You'll be lucky to get a job teaching
art history at a community college.

You think I'm a leprechaun or something,
that I got a magic pot of gold somewhere?

You'll figure it out.

You're a smart man.

This smart man says,
"what if I go to the police?"

You're what's called a
co-conspirator, David.

They won't give you a "get
out of jail free" card.

You'd still do time.

And when you get out, not even that crappy
little community college would take you.

Oh.

Deputy Givens,
what can I do for you?

You're not gonna offer me a drink?

Well, it's been made repeatedly clear to
me all day this is basically your house now.

You should be offering me a drink.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Thank you.

Are you gonna go back to
teaching riding again?

I hope so.

It's the only
marketable skill I have.

Where'd you learn to ride?

Wichita falls.

Do you know where that is?

I do. Yeah.

I worked, uh, out of the Northern
district in Texas for a while.

This little barn -
polestar farms.

There was a sweet lady there,
taught equine therapy.

You and Greg Davis had
stables when you met Owen?

We did.

Yeah. You guys gonna
partner up again?

I hope so.

As I said, he's a
better rider than I am.

I'll probably be
working for him now.

I imagine that ain't an easy life -
horse training.

Not that much money
but surrounded by it.

Horses travel by plane while you
drive around a 10-year-old subaru.

It was a Honda, but...yeah.

You know, I, uh,

I worked a detail a few years back,
protecting this very wealthy guy.

He was gonna testify against
some former business partners.

This guy had his own private jet,
and everywhere he went, I went.

I remember, we drove right up to the plane,
like I was in a Bon Jovi video.

The whole thing was catered.

Didn't have to wear a seat belt.

Nobody showed me any
safety demonstration.

The pilot just turned around and said,
"everybody ready?"

And off we went.

As much as I told myself it
wasn't my jet, wasn't my life...

The next time I had to go to a regular
airport and stand in that long security line

I missed it.

So I know it can be hard.

What can be hard?

The idea of going back and teaching those
rich kids to ride after you've lived like this.

I'll survive.

Although I've changed my
mind about that drink.

You?

I'm good.

Hey, uh, who's the artist?

Oh, um, Owen's kids
from his first marriage.

Oh.

You don't have kids?

Oh, God, no.

After teaching all those entitled brats,
seeing the way they treated their horses,

it just kind of soured me.

What about you?

Do you have kids?

No.

Are they, uh, are they grown now -
Owen's children?

Yes.

Well, maybe they won't miss them.

What?

The ones you burned in place of
your husband's Hitler paintings.

I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave now.

I'm sorry.

I thought you said it was clear --
the U.S. Marshals own this house now.

We're just being nice
and letting you stay.

He knows about the paintings.

If he came to see me,
he's probably gone to David.

Caryn, we should just go.

Where?

I don't know.

We're good at what we do.

There's people out there that
have horses that need work.

We don't have any money.

I don't care about money.

We got by before.

We'll get by again.

Honey, I wish we could just up and go,
with all my heart.

But we have to deal with David.

What do you mean?

I'm gonna call him up.

I'm gonna tell him he
can have the paintings,

just get as much money
as he can right now.

It's gonna work, baby.

I got to get back to the house.

You ever married?

Uh, no.

I was just thinking,

Mrs. Carnes wasn't too fond of
her husband in the last days.

But...can't choose who you
fall in love with, can you?

Guess you can only choose how far
down the road you go with 'em.

Like my ex-wife, Winona.

I know she loved
me when we married,

but somewhere along the road,
she just had enough.

People change.

I don't think I have.

Of course, that might have
been part of the problem.

I saw her new husband
today -- Gary.

Six years ago, when they hooked up,
he thought I might shoot him.

I told him today I
was never gonna.

Truth is, I thought about it.

With what I know, how police work,
probably could've got away with it, too.

You want to know
why I didn't do it?

I'm guessing you
want me to say I do.

I realized I might have
to kill Winona, too.

Which, at the time,
wasn't that unthinkable.

But then, what if,
like a neighbor saw?

I'd have to kill him or her, too.

And where would it end?

Nowhere good.

Like, suppose right now you
had a gun in your hand,

finger on the trigger,
and you had the inclination.

As good as I am,

it'd be tough for me to clear my
holster before you put one in me.

Hard to miss at that distance.

But if you did that,
where would it end?

I don't know.

Hello?

In here.

Is that the money?

Yeah.

Where are the paintings?

Come on in.

Come on.

What are you doing?

You think I'm wearing a wire?

Not now, I don't.

W-where --
where are the paintings?

And what's --
what's the deal with the --

What are you doing?

I just need to know how far
we're gonna go with this.

What?

If I kill him, is that it?

Or are we gonna have to
kill other people, too?

No, we're just gonna
take the money and go.

Where?

I don't know.

But we've got to try.

I mean, we already killed Owen.

They can't hang us twice.

Come on, baby, just...

Is that enough?

I think so.

What?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't see killing David,
not just 'cause he was in our way.

Owen -- Owen was a
different story.

Met him, started teaching his kids,
and caryn saw right off he was interested.

She thought -- she thought, you know,
he might be the answer to our prayers,

and I-I went along with it.

I wanted her to be happy.

The other night,
she suggested we kill him.

I went along with that, too, but not
just 'cause I wanted her to be happy.

I had my own reasons.

You have any idea
what it feels like?

I mean, every night she
goes up to the big house,

and I stay here in the barn.

It's a real nice
place you got here.

It'll do.

What can I do for you?

I was -- I was just wondering if you
were able to get that information.

Um...

Why did you leave me?

You want to talk
about that right now?

Okay.

I didn't leave you, Raylan.

You left me, when you
took that job in Miami.

You were gonna sell
the house and join me.

Instead, you ended up
banging the realtor.

You think our -- our marriage was a
bed of roses up till I stepped out?

Weren't you just the littlest bit
relieved when I took up with Gary?

Was it money?

What?

Did you want someone who --

As well as you know me,
do you think I give a shit about money?

Everyone gives a shit about money.

What's going on with you, Raylan?

I want to know.

Was he funnier than me?

Smarter?

Does he have more money?

A bigger house? A bigger dick?

Yes, no, no, um, uh,
I-I didn't measure.

Wait.

Run the order of that by me again.

I know I played my part.

Losing someone like you -- it -
I-I guess it eats at a guy.

That's the first
you've ever said that.

Well, I got the information on
those names you wanted me to run.

I don't know what
you were expecting.

I didn't find anything
out of the ordinary.

Are you sure?

I could look a little deeper.

No.

No, that's fine.

Thank you.

Anyway, we just need a written
statement saying they're fakes.

I can do that.

Are they?

I don't know.

Maybe you're just saying they're fakes
so you can buy them cheap at auction.

You really don't like me,
do you, deputy?

Whoever painted these
couldn't help himself.

He did a good job with the people.

Hitler never did.

His paintings were all about
the buildings and the streets.

The few people in his paintings
were always very...sketchy.

H.

Had any second thoughts
about seeing my collection?

Oh, no, I'm good.

I helped you with your case,
didn't I?

Then do me this one small favor.

My collection.

My father grew up in Germany,
in munich, before the war.

He was very poor.

He saw the wealthy of his city,
and he wanted what they had.

But there was no way someone like
him could ever hope to rise to that.

And then along came a very charismatic
man who knew who was to blame,

and my father followed him.

Publicly, after the war, my father
recanted everything the reich stood for.

But he never did in his heart.

In private, after some wine,

he would say that his years working
for Hitler were the best of his life.

His proudest achievement

was when Hitler selected him to run a
team that went through the country,

reacquiring the
fuehrer's old paintings.

I hated my father.

So, this has been my project.

I buy Hitler's shitty paintings,
and I burn them.

Do you understand?

I hope I didn't take
you away from anything.

Well, I was this close to
bringing a sinner to Jesus,

And now he is consigned
to eternal damnation.

I hope that you're happy.

Well, did you do as I requested?

Did you take a peek inside
the soul of Raylan Givens?

Or was that not
concrete enough for you?

Was it not, uh -- what's the
word I'm looking for -- Nebulous?

I love that word "nebulous."

It means "hard to define."

You know, I'll tell you what.

Let's start by you writing down the
five things that you're most proud of

and make our way over to the
five things -- Forget it.

Well, I've been doing
a lot of writing.

I tell you, it really helps.

No, no.

I mean I want you to
forget about Arlo.

Well, how come, Raylan?

Well, I just...

I met a man who his
whole life was crippled.

I'm just gonna let
that old dog lie.

That's the very thing that I wanted
to hear you say, Raylan Givens.

In the words of Saint Francis,

"it is only by forgiving that
we ourselves are forgiven."

Was he the one with the birds?

Yes, Raylan.

He's the one with the birds.

Let me ask you one more thing.

What if I were to
tell you right now

that I found out something
about your daddy --

something that you could use to put
him away for the rest of his life?

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