All language subtitles for Justified.S01E06

Previously on Justified...

I got a call this morning
from AUSA David Vasquez.

He 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?
- In that you raised such an idiot.

Weren't 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.

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?

You understand what it is
that you're asking for.

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

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 day, Raylan Givens?

It's always a good question.

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. 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 of closets, either.

A couple?

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-l-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.

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 will 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.

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 cell phone 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.

The first message was
that everything's in place.

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

The banks are ready to 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.
- You know that AUSA

is still sniffing around on your trail,
that David Vasquez.

- Yes, I know. I know.
- Be smart, then.

Let me tell you something.
There are other things than smart.

Yeah. Those are not smart.

- Look.
- Yeah.

Excuse me, Karl Hanselman?
We're with the US 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.

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?

Ten 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?

- We're with the US Marshals.
- What do you want?

As of noon today, the US 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 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 certainly got me what I wanted.

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, 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?
- Forty-two.

Forty-two Hitlers?

Good Lord. 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 don't mean to interrupt.
I know it's really none of our business,

but when you say Hitler,
do you mean Adolf Hitler?

Yeah. He didn't tell you?

These paintings here were all painted
by Adolf Hitler.

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

- Just so you know, I ain't no 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?

Mrs. Carnes,
I'm Deputy US Marshal Raylan Givens.

Where's my husband?

He's in the 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.
Who in the hell buys Hitler paintings?

So, what are you doing here, Deputy?

We served 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? 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 US Attorney
proves it was obtained by illegal gain.

Mrs. Carnes.

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.

Stop kissing my ass, Greg.
You'll be out of a job tomorrow.

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.

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

I better get back.

Don't go all PC on me now, Deputy.
I thought you were a good ol' boy.

Bullshit. You said the Hitlers
were hard to authenticate.

Usually they are, but these were easy
because they're obviously fakes.

You got to be wrong. 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?

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.

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.

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! Where'd they come from?

All right, 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.

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.

- 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. 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 forgeries.

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 them.

Mr. Carnes!

- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
- We got this, Deputy.

US 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.

Finally 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 took 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.

Owen!

I don't know what your policy is on suicides.
You're the IRS.

- It might not be a suicide.
- Look, he was going away the rest of his life.

- His creepy paintings were fake.
- Hey, you should hear what this guy said.

Who are you?

I'm with the US Attorney's 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 strings.

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 PD to pursue
a homicide, knock yourself out.

As far as the FBI is concerned, the criminal
case is closed. The forfeiture's all yours.

We're out of here in 10.

- You 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 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 AUSA.
- Yep.

You guys still haven'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,
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.

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.

Calling to arrange
a viewing of my collection?

No, just a quick question.

Police forensics say the ashes
that they pulled

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

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. It's funny.
'Cause the last time I saw you...

- If there was any other way I could do this...
...I said, "I won't come by

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

...you know I would.
- 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.

- I got this whole AUSA 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.

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.

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, Raylan?

Nobody likes rich people, Art.

- David Mortimer. Thanks for coming.
- My pleasure.

I was told you needed my help.

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

you helped the Carnes' 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.

And we want you to include
the Hitler paintings.

Really? 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?
- $725,000.

- I'll keep looking.
- They're motivated to sell.

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?

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".

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 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?

- No, none at all.
- All right. And just to tell you,

I wasn't ever thinking of shooting you,
no matter what Winona may have said.

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.

- Insurance 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 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.

Deputy Givens, what can I do for you?

You're not gonna offer me a drink?

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 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.

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

He was gonna testify against some
former business partners

and 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, who's the artist?

Owen's kids from his first marriage.

- 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 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 US 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 wouldn'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.

We'll tell him he can have the paintings,

just bring as much money
as he can get right now.

It's gonna work, baby.

I got to get back to the house.

- You ever married?
- 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 them.

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 gotten 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.

Where are the paintings?
And 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. We already killed Owen.
They can't hang us twice.

Come on, baby, just...

- Is that enough?
- I think so.

I'm sorry.

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

Owen was a different story.
Met him, started teaching his kids,

and Caryn saw right off he was interested.

She thought he might be the answer
to our prayers,

and 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?

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 just wondering if you were
able to get that information.

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 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, 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 guess it eats at a guy.

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

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.

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.

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 too, what's that 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. I mean, I want you to forget about Arlo.

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."

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?

What would you say then?