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Since 1970,

the federal witness protection program has relocated

thousands of witnesses to neighborhoods

all across the country.

These individuals fall into two categories:

Those who committed crimes,

and those who merely witnessed criminal activity.

They all, however,

share a single, unique attribute

distinguishing them from the rest of the general population,

and that is, somebody wants them dead.

I can't do this anymore, Jay.

Can we do this later, please?

I'm a little under the gun right now.

No, I need to know that you're going to stop.

I need to know that you have stopped.

Stopped what, Marci?

What is it that you want me to do now?

Stop seeing her!

My god, when did you turn into this?

When did you become so needy?

Fine, okay.

I'll stop. I mean, I have stopped.

But she is the publicity director

for the museum.

Our paths are going to cross from time to time.

You get that, right?

You just need to grow up.

You're right.

You... Are right.

So what are you doing?

I thought you didn't wanna... Know about this.

I changed my mind.

Okay, I'm getting these ready

to deliver to some overseas investors.

Do they belong to the museum?

No.

I acquired them from a local private collection.

By "acquire" you mean stole?

Oh, good god, look,

just focus on this, okay?

I mean these are worth two and a half million,

of which our take is 10%.

Now, if I do not get these ready,

and off to the harbor in the next half hour,

some very bad people are gonna do

some very bad things to me.

Any more questions, Marci?

Uh, no.

That should do it.

FBI!

Jay Allen, you're under arrest!

So is there anything about what we just covered

you don't understand?

No, I think we've got it.

Good. What about you?

Hey!

Pay attention!

Hey, what?

Is there anything about what we just covered

you don't understand?

No. Good. Well, then,

congratulations, you're the first people

in the history of WITSEC without questions.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

For saving our lives.

This is gonna be great.

I know it.

Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.

So when does Kay get here?

Um...

Who's Kay, Stan?

Shh.

Probably best if Marci doesn't know.

Gotta be kidding me.

This schmuck gets to bring his mistress

into the program?

Apparently,

the schmuck's got juice.

Part of his deal with DOJ. What about Marci's deal?

She orchestrates this whole thing.

She brings him into the program,

and this is how they repay her?

Yeah, that's rough, even by DOJ standards.

Actually, this is how I repay her.

Shut your hole.

Come on.

Stan, she thinks she's getting

a fresh start with this .

I can't help that.

What am I supposed to do? Smile to her face,

while I help him get laid?

Not exactly how I would phrase it,

but, uh...Yes.

Yeah, well, I won't.

I swear I'll quit my job,

before I'm part of any of this.

So is there anything about what we just covered

that you don't understand?

No? Good, sign here.

It's funny how things like mortgage payments,

and a desire to not eat cat food

can get between a person and their principles.

Damn, I hate principles.

If there's one thing

working in witness protection has taught me:

It's that people hate change.

Oh, we all say we wanna change.

Get thinner, quit smoking, learn to speak Portuguese...

But we don't.

For better or worse, our habits define us.

We turn the pages of the same tattered script over and over,

clinging to our well-rehearsed routines like barnacles.

See, we'll have you on your feet

in no time.

Good as new.

Right.

And nothing rankles us more

than having to learn new lines.

Listen to me,

this is just a minor setback.

Ah.

Lots of people tear acl's.

I know.

Listen...

I know this is a huge imposition,

and I really appreciate you...

You know. It's not an imposition.

Why would you even say that?

Anyway...

It will just be for a couple of days

until the swelling goes down.

Then I'll go back to my place.

Ralph-- it's okay.

It's like you said,

this is as far as we go.

Please, don't throw that on my face, okay?

What's going on between you and me

and what's going on with your knee,

they're two separate issues,

and I can only deal with one at a time.

I'm sorry. I don't want to argue.

We're not arguing.

Jeez...

I'm sorry, Ralph.

I do wanna take care of you, really.

And the rest, I just--

what?

Can we please just deal with this for now?

Sure.

Good.

I gotta get to this work thing.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, crap. I was invited.

Which is more than you can say.

Oh, where am I supposed to watch TV?

This was a mistake. I should go.

Lie down. You're not going anywhere.

Brandy, Ralph's welcome to stay

as long as he wants.

So why can't he stay in your room?

Because.

Because I don't have to explain myself to you

in my own house.

Oh, good answer.

So, what--

now we're a nursing home

for washed up Mexican pitchers?

I'm a Dominican shortstop.

Hmm.

Yeah, there's a distinction.

Put them down.

Oh, at least they gave you the good stuff.

Brandi, I said put them down. Ow, ow, ow.

Okay, I was just gonna put them

in a safe place. Do not let her near these.

I won't be late.

Okay, then. You two kids have fun.

He better not need any help

going potty or whatever,

cause I'm not doing Jack!

How is that different from the way

you always act?

Eh...

Well, well.

Look at you.

All upright and not dead.

And a matching sling, even.

Bet the ladies dig that.

It's not without effect.

This is fascinating.

All these works were painted on scraps of wood

by a woman who worked

at the local motor repair facility.

Right here in Albuquerque in the late 19th century.

That's great.

How about we say our hellos,

stay just long enough not to be rude,

and then get the hell out of dodge, deal?

What exactly is your beef with humanity?

I have no beef with humanity.

It's people I can't stand.

How much cash did you bring?

I'm kidding.

Oh.

Hey.

Hot stuff!

Can I buy you a drink?

Hey, Marci.

Thank you.

Wow, look at you.

All pretty and glowy.

Yeah.

This is one of the best nights

I've had in years.

I just feel like my old Jay back.

He's fun,

and affectionate, and the art.

He's excited about art again.

That's great.

I'm really happy for you.

We wouldn't have made it without you.

You know that, those first few months

you were like the glue that kept us together.

Just call me Elmer.

Hey, girls. How 'bout a smile?

Hey.

Ah, more beautiful than munch's Madonna.

Uh-huh.

And you're not exactly foie gras.

Whoa, whoa!

Ow, ow.

Okay, I'm not kissing you anymore.

Gross, gross.

Who knows where that mouth has been.

I do.

Hm, do you?

All better.

On that note, I'd better go check our guests.

Make sure they're well lubricated.

Don't wander off.

Don't you just want to eat her up?

Today I consider myself the luckiest man alive.

What are you on?

I'm stone cold sober.

I'm healthier, happier,

and wiser than I've ever been before.

Which is why I need your help.

Here we go. Knew there had to be an angle.

No, there's no angle.

This is strictly straight up.

Uh-huh. Mary, I stand before you

a changed man.

At least, I want to be a better man for Marci.

She's so good, and giving.

She just deserves so much better

than what she's gotten back from me.

Okay...

Go pee in this glass.

I wanna make things right with her, mar.

But I cannot do that

with you-know-who around.

Kay?

You wanna break up with Kay. Yes.

Well, actually I'd like you to break up with Kay for me.

And however you choose to handle it, is fine with me.

Just so long as you get her the hell out of Albuquerque.

And don't think I don't appreciate it.

Casper, bill!

Come here.

Would you excuse us, please?

Listen to me, you crazy bastard.

As much as I would love to stop deceiving Marci,

sticking Kay on the next plane out of here isn't that simple.

Why not?

You brought her here. Now make her go away.

Hey, I didn't bring her here, numbnuts.

I was forced, against every fiber of my being,

to comply with your immoral request.

And now I'm requesting

that you comply with my moral request

and make her disappear.

I don't understand why you're making this

so difficult.

There she is! The woman of the hour.

Again with the interruptions.

How are you, sweetie?

Mary...

This is my patron Saint, Margaret Chapman.

Margaret, this is my good friend Mary Shepherd.

Nice to meet you. And you.

Hey!

Hey!

You think you're the only one here?

Take that outside.

Jay, Jay, Jay.

Tell me how you know Margaret.

Margaret is-- Margaret is

responsible for all of this.

Uh, these paintings

are in her collection.

They've been in her family

for over 100 years.

It must be very difficult for you to part with them.

Not really.

The proceeds go to charity,

and besides,

I've always thought of them

as rather pedestrian early American crap.

Oh, thank god. Thought I was the only one.

Not hardly.

Lovely to meet you, Mary. And you.

Should get some water for that.

Hey, as long as you're going,

could you bring me back a beer?

Oh, good god!

Clumsy and a wuss,

no wonder you couldn't hack it in the pros.

Have you ever considered a career

in the nursing profession?

I tried, but I couldn't hack the science.

Or the drug screen.

But thank you so much for making me

feel bad about myself.

Tell you one thing, though.

I can sure as hell do a better job

than whatever retard wrapped that.

Let me see. Whoa, whoa.

Maybe another time.

Relax, I used to date a guy who got stabbed.

A lot.

Enjoying the show?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, tell Jay what happens if he dumps Kay

and we move her out of town?

If you break up with Kay,

she isn't the only one who gets moved.

You and Marci have to be relocated too.

Well, that doesn't seem fair.

It's a reasonable alternative

to having the woman scorned give your address

to the folks who want you dead.

Yeah.

Oh.

So, by the way,

your program says

that the artist painted her works

on planks of poplar

taken from the rail yards.

Yeah, so?

So it should be planks of cottonwood,

since that is, in fact, on what they're painted.

I'm quite certain they're painted on poplar.

And I'm absolutely positive

they're painted on cottonwood.

Thanks for the input,

but I think I know my art.

Apparently not as well as I know my wood.

Don't.

Oh, well, well.

This is some party.

Oh, isn't that...? Kay.

Oh, god.

We have to get her out of here. Oh, Jay!

Guess my invite got lost in the mail, huh?

Is that what happened, Jay?

Kay?

What are you doing here?

Jay, why is she here?

Oh, honey, honey.

Did he forget to tell you?

See, he moved me here,

so we could be together.

Ow!

Marci!

No, Marci!

No!

Marci, Marci, come on.

Marci...

Liar.

It's okay, baby.

I'm here.

Get out of here.

What's wrong with you?

Baby-- get out!

Okay, folks.

Show's over. Nothing to see here.

Go back to your champagne

and mid-19th century folk art.

I'll just... Check on her.

Hey, Stan, it's Mary.

Imagine my surprise when Kay Swensen

showed up drunk at Jay Arnstein's gallery

and got into a fist fight with Marci Arnstein.

I mean, who could have possibly predicted

that deceiving a witness

by helping her husband commit adultery

with his tramp mistress would end badly?

You'd have to be a genius

to see that one coming, right?

Anyway, Stan,

I'll need immediate relocation authorizations.

Call me. Bye.

Gotta love the ironic phone message.

Did Kay get home all right?

All right being

a relative condition, but yes.

Pie?

This whole damn mess is my fault.

I should have just said, "sorry, Stan

I won't be party to this,"

and accepted the consequences.

It's not like I had a gun to my head.

Actually, a gun to your head

wouldn't have made you any less culpable.

An immoral decision made under the duress

of mortal peril, is still an immoral decision.

Understandable, yes. Forgivable, perhaps.

But still, definitely immoral.

I'm just saying.

Anyway, they just would have gotten someone else to do it.

Eat your pie. Pie makes everything better.

It does help.

House of pie.

Yeah, it is.

When?

Where?

Is he dead?

We're on our way.

Somebody shot Jay Arnstein.

And I need you to track down

a special agent Frawley out of Manhattan.

Oh, god.

Jay...jay.

Jay, can you hear me?

Jay, it's Mary. Can you hear me?

Just tell him our boy was shot.

I know what time it is. Just get him on the phone.

Who did this, Jay?

Who did this to you?

Jay!

Hey, end of the road for you.

You keep him isolated, under guard 24/7.

Full security detail.

And get the names of all attending mds and nurses.

No one else gets near him.

I gotta move Marci.

And...?

And Kay. Come on.

They're both in police custody.

Arrested?

Not so far, but definitely detained.

At least they're off the street.

Anything on the art-smugglers side of this?

Waiting to hear back from Frawley.

Interpol rates the European connection

highly unlikely.

What's left of the smuggling ring

is in prison, or under surveillance.

Just leaves the American side to worry about.

Or Kay... Or Marci.

Marci didn't do this.

You don't have to convince me.

But if the Albuquerque P.D.

Doesn't share your conviction,

you got a plan to get them out?

If neither are arrested, I don't need a plan.

They're coming with me.

And if they are arrested?

Then we cooperate

with all local law enforcement agencies,

as is our obligation.

I do love when you talk protocol.

Watch me work.

Hey.

What are you,

the only cop in Albuquerque? Marshals,

love the new uniforms.

Yeah, it's the new wave

in fashion-forward law enforcement.

Mary, they're keeping me here

against my will.

Will you tell this moron

I have diplomatic immunity?

Kay, sweetie,

I'm sure detective Dershowitz has a very good reason

for keeping you here.

Detective, is my friend Kay

under arrest? No, not so far.

Though shooting her has crossed my mind.

Either of you want coffee?

I'm good.

I'd absolutely love a cup.

For future reference,

diplomats have

diplomatic immunity,

you're in witness protection,

and have no immunity

from anything whatsoever.

Can you see the difference there?

Why don't you come on back here

with me.

Mm, thanks.

That's great.

Yeah, the sunny disposition act

is about to put me in a diabetic coma.

Fine.

Where's Marci?

I assume one or both of these people belong to you.

Belong to me?

Are these people protected witnesses?

I can't tell you that.

We're done.

Bobby, wait. Wait.

I'll share everything I know about the events

of this evening with you, but you know

I can't talk about you-know-what,

so please, don't ask.

All right, fine. What do you know about tonight?

Almost nothing. How about you?

Good night, inspector.

I'm serious, I was a guest

at the opening, like everybody else.

I saw what they saw.

So then, you're not here in any official capacity.

Did I say that?

You know what? I don't have time for this.

You go talk to your friend,

then you come back and see me.

The other one's in there.

You really made me work for it this time.

I respect that.

Marci.

What happened?

Is Jay dead?

No.

He's in surgery.

Listen...

What happened?

Did you shoot Jay?

No, of course not.

When can I see him?

Not for a while, until we know who shot him.

The police think I did it.

They took my dress for evidence.

You were supposed to be my friend.

You knew about her all along.

You brought her here.

Marci, whatever you think about me,

I absolutely deserve.

But listen to me,

if the police like you for this shooting,

I'm the best friend you've got right now.

So please, tell me what happened,

so I can help you.

I was, um...

At the front of the gallery.

And then i--

I heard a shot come from the back office,

and I screamed, and I ran back,

and Jay was on the floor,

and he was covered in blood.

Was Jay having any problems with anyone?

Maybe, someone at the party?

There was some guy there

who was smoking,

and I thought under the circumstances,

Jay seemed unusually hostile.

I don't know.

I don't know who that would be, or...

I'm not involved in the gallery business.

Okay.

Try to hold on, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Oh, god.

I'm telling you, Bobby.

She's incapable. Really?

'Cause she just found out about his mistress,

she was covered in his blood,

and she's got no alibi.

In this business, that's the trifecta.

Okay, then, why haven't you arrested her?

Because we haven't found a murder weapon

and my D.A. doesn't like circumstantial cases.

Then I'm putting her and Kay into protective custody.

You know, technically I don't need

the D.A.'s approval to arrest her.

And technically if they're here,

I'm here. Every waking minute.

Sticking my federally authorized nose

into every aspect of your investigation.

Is that what you want?

I need to know where they're being kept at all times.

You know I can't do that.

Ah, Jesus, you gotta give me something.

How 'bout this?

You issue the arrest warrant, I'll turn her over to you.

And you make both of them available

for further questioning.

Deal. Deal?

It's a good thing you're hot.

You think I'm hot?

Damn, girl.

You didn't know?

Thank you.

There'll be a security team

posted in the parking lot at all times.

No, no, no.

See, I have

life-threatening allergies.

Dust, pollen, smoke, dander,

all of which seem to be coating

every inch of this room.

God, I can already feel my throat swelling shut.

Here, these are items

I will need from my home,

if I'm expected to survive these conditions.

Hypoallergenic sheets,

humidifier, gin...

Cigarettes?

I thought you were allergic to smoke.

Good point.

Smokeless ashtray.

Oh, boy.

Okay, thanks.

He's in icu.

The doctor said the next 24 hours will tell.

Please, you've got to take me to him.

I will, as soon as it's safe.

But I need the keys

to your house and the gallery.

Thanks.

Marci...

I want you to know

how bad I feel about this.

How bad I felt the whole time.

Oh, jeez, I am so sorry.

It never occurred to me

that helping my husband cheat on me

would make you feel bad.

Well, I must be a really selfish bitch.

Okay.

You got my attention.

They're sliding pants.

I'll bet they are.

Uh-oh.

Chico... What's this?

That's nothing. Put it back.

You, sly dog.

Please.

Oh, my god.

This is beautiful!

Who knew you actually had taste? Brandi--

don't worry, your secret's totally safe with me.

Unless, of course, I get my drunk on,

then all bets are off.

Can you please put it away?

I will, as soon as you tell me

when and how

you plan on proposing to my sister.

And just a word to the wise,

okay, no skywriting, no scoreboards, all right?

And whatever you do, don't put it in her food

cause Mary hates that kind of crap.

I already asked her.

You did?

Oh.

Oh, no.

Poor chico.

When something bad happens to a witness,

the first thing every WITSEC inspector does

is look how he or she might have screwed up.

Was I somehow responsible? Could I have prevented it?

If it turned out

Marci Arnstein shot her husband,

I was pretty sure the answer was staring me in the face.

Your work thing run late?

Hey, good morning.

Yes, someone got shot,

so I spent the night at the hospital.

Listen, I gotta change and head back out,

do you need anything?

No, your sister's taking good care of me.

I'm so sorry. I'll talk to her.

No, I'm serious.

She's been great.

Actually she's very nurturing.

Yeah, look at the job she did

wrapping my knee.

Really?

Wow. Good.

I'm glad.

Go back to sleep.

It's about time.

I was up all night itching and wheezing.

I hope this fills the void.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, don't you get all...

Enigmatic with me.

All right?

You are just a civil servant!

A mail man with a gun!

What void?

The first rule of police work is

"when in doubt, review the crime scene."

Okay, truth is

I have no idea what the first rule of police work is,

but if memory serves, it has something to do

with keeping your shoes polished to a glossy sheen.

Jesus, Marci.

What are you, moonlighting as a janitor?

U.S. Marshall, freeze!

Oh.

Hi.

You know you contaminated my crime scene, right?

Let me tell you something.

I know how to process a crime scene.

Oh, yeah? Then where are your booties?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You don't even know about booties.

I know about booties.

Uh-huh. Put these on.

You carry extra booties?

So does your reexamining the crime scene

mean you've...

Changed your mind about Marci's guilt?

I never made up my mind in the first place.

If I did, she'd be in jail.

I'm glad to hear

you're at least considering other options.

Doesn't mean I won't be stunned

if it turned out she didn't do it.

whoa!

Found something?

Whoa.

Yeah, right?

Think that's drawn to proportion?

Maybe it's one of those perspective things,

where the objects in front

appear larger than the ones in the back.

Yeah, that's probably it.

I've seen this guy before.

Who, Mr. Anaconda?

No, him.

He was at the party.

Marci said she didn't know him

or anyone else there.

Hmm.

No!

Please tell me that you know

what key opens that door.

Okay, what is taking you so long?

Can't you go any faster?

I could, but then I'd miss the fun

of watching you lapse into hysteria.

Okay, i--I'm not hysterical, okay?

I--I'm baking.

There's a difference. Dammit!

I lost my place.

Okay, I'm gonna shoot the lock. Look out.

No, no, no! Don't do that.

That only works in the movies.

You're more likely to jam the deadbolt in place.

Dammit! Please tell me

you didn't lose your place again!

Six thousand friggin' keys,

and not one of them opens the back door?

Good god, woman! What are you doing?

Look out out there!

Huh, I guess that does work.

Just thought I'd let you know.

These are definitely molotov cocktails.

You're very lucky.

Thanks for the update, captain.

No problem.

Anyway, I think we could assume

that the shooting and arson are connected.

That eliminates Marci.

She's under 24-hour protection.

Unless she had an accomplice.

Someone who she lied about even knowing.

Oh, Marci.

What did you do?

Hey.

What are you doing to this poor guy?

He's been here two days,

and you haven't spent two minutes with him.

I've been working.

He understands, and by the way,

none of your business.

Uh...

Really, Mary?

Does he understand?

Where did you get that?

I robbed his house.

It was in his suitcase.

Where do you think I got it?

You robbed his suitcase?

No, you nitwit.

I was putting his stuff away.

Yeah, well...

Don't read too much into it.

And how come you're so concerned

with Raphael all of a sudden?

Because while you've been running around

with god knows who

doing who knows what,

I've gotten to know him a little better, and...

And what?

And I've come to see

that he's not totally terrible.

I'm happy to hear that.

Thanks for helping out,

but well...

I don't know what I want.

Except that I don't want to discuss it with you.

I don't know, you'd better figure it out soon,

because someone that great or...Whatever

isn't gonna wait around.

Lunch!

Wait.

What is this?

Chicken salad

in a baguette with garlic aioli.

You're welcome.

Explain the "void" remark.

I think you know.

Come in.

Don't just draw body parts, people.

Find the subject's essence.

Find it?

Almost tripped over it.

This is a private class.

Uh-huh. We'd like a word.

What's he make an hour?

Or does he charge by the foot?

Stay focused, class.

What can I do for you?

Maybe you don't remember.

We met at the opening last night.

You're right. I don't remember you.

Where were you two hours ago?

Right here, working on a project.

Are you sure you don't remember me?

I was wearing this killer little black number...

I looked hot.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Yeah, plenty of people.

I meant his alibi.

Oh.

No.

Why would they need to?

Well, because that is when someone

torched Arnstein's gallery.

Why would I set fire to an art gallery?

I don't know, how do you know Jay Arnstein?

I didn't before last night.

Interesting.

He seemed to have a strong dislike for you.

Any explanation for that?

None whatsoever.

What about Marci Arnstein?

I wouldn't know her if she fell on me.

Funny, 'cause she drew this.

Ah, yes...Marci.

Not much of an artist.

Better at other things.

Why did you just say you didn't know her?

A gentleman

likes to keep those things to himself.

Especially when

a married woman's reputation

is at stake.

What are these?

These doric, byzantine, something like that?

Actually they represent the synthesis

of classical Greek

and native American.

They're really quite beautiful.

Powerful...

Alive.

Yes.

It's almost human.

Yes.

Yes, that's exactly the point.

Hmm.

Yeah, I can almost feel its pulse.

What kind of wood is this?

Cottonwood.

Wow.

Sorry. Dizzy.

Would you excuse me?

I'm just gonna step outside,

and get some air.

What a magical place this is.

But can't you...

Can't you at least allow for the possibility

that I'm the one that's supposed to be with Jay,

not her.

That ours is the true, pure love.

No. Not possible.

Our universe seeks order,

and I'm afraid in this situation,

you represent entropy.

I don't want to represent entropy.

Excuse me.

Hey, what's up?

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Hey, how sure are you

these paintings were done in cottonwood?

I grew up playing

in a stand of cottonwoods. It's a deciduous wood.

Quite strong, but at the same time

much lighter than, say, oak.

So if the artist

actually did paint on poplar,

you would conclude...

The gallery paintings are fakes.

Anything else?

No. That's it for now.

Thanks, pointdexter.

Rock steady.

That's it.

Let it out.

This is tough stuff we're doing.

You're right, you know?

You're right.

I should have never stepped

in the middle of someone else's marriage.

And with the onset of wisdom,

comes transformation.

I should have insisted he get a divorce.

Well, I don't think that's...

Quite the direction that we...

Wanna...

Look into.

Make love to me, Marshall.

Okay.

I see, we've...

Still got some work to do.

What happened, Marci?

The thing with Vidonne...

Was a huge mistake.

It was a weak moment

at the lowest point in my life.

I find myself in Albuquerque, with no friends,

a husband that will barely speak to me...

I just wanted some human contact,

some tenderness.

Instead, I got Vidonne guzzone.

And why should I believe you now?

I know you only know the lying, cheating Jay,

but when I met him

he was the nicest,

most interesting, most intelligent man

I'd ever met.

And that's the man I thought I was getting back.

Shoot Jay?

I'd rather cut off my own legs.

Marci Arnstein, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

Let's go.

So this is how we see it.

You and Marci

were going to rip Jay off,

then split with the money.

But then Jay found out,

Marci shot him,

and you came back later to burn the evidence.

Interesting theory.

Should I sign it?

It could be worth something some day.

You think it's a joke, huh?

Excuse me.

Look, that's it, Vidonne,

Marci just confessed and sold you out.

Is this the part where I'm supposed

to break down and tell you everything?

That'd be helpful.

You've been watching too much law & Order.

Yeah, he has a point. What's this?

A written confession?

Look, we know you forged those paintings,

the originals were done on poplar.

The ones in the gallery

were on cottonwood, your favorite medium.

Please, I wouldn't dirty my brushes

forging that pedestrian early American crap.

What did you just say?

You called the paintings

"pedestrian early American crap."

Sorry. Didn't know you were a fan.

Can I have a word, please?

How dare you Jack my interrogation?

Get over yourself. Marci didn't do it.

I'm sure of it.

Oh, my god. Listen to me, Bobby.

In order for Vidonne or anyone else

to make credible fakes,

they would have needed access to the originals, right?

I guess.

So who gave him access?

Marci. When?

The paintings only got to the gallery

days before the opening.

Okay, so maybe Jay was in on it too

and got greedy at the last minute.

Or maybe he found out about the affair

and things got ugly.

I don't think so.

Jay was turning his life around.

He's not in a frame of mind

to pull off a scam like this.

But there is another person

who could have commissioned Vidonne

to forge those paintings.

Hi, this is Mary Shepherd, Jay's friend.

We met at the gallery.

Right, hi.

Well, I'm sorry to call so late,

but I have some amazing news I knew you'd want to hear.

Well...

They've arrested Jay's wife, Marci, for the shooting.

I know.

I know.

Yeah, but wait, here's the best part.

Jay woke up briefly, and asked for you.

Well, no, he's sleeping now, but I have to go.

You should come by.

The doctors say it'd be good for him.

It's no problem at all.

Right, then.

Bye-bye.

Lying comes easily to you, doesn't it?

Jay?

Jay, can you hear me?

Jay.

Oh, Jay.

I--i...

I just want you to know

that...

I feel terrible

about this whole mess.

It's just that um...

I can't go to jail.

And, um...

I'm very sorry.

I really hope...

That this doesn't hurt.

Okay, okay.

Oh.

Uh, help, please!

Somebody...

Something's wrong with Jay.

Come--

Hi, there.

What are you doing?

Um, i'm--

uh, something's wrong with Jay.

I--it--

he, um... He started shaking.

And--and--

and...

I'm so glad you're here,

'cause you can...

Yeah, I think it was

the poison you injected into my I.V.

Very photogenic.

I'm really glad you could come.

Newton's first law of motion states:

"Every object in a state of motion

"tends to remain in that state of motion,

unless an external force is applied to it."

Now drive home safely.

We are all objects in motion,

unwavering from our course,

until acted upon by external forces.

So how does an upstanding citizen

like Margaret Chapman suddenly become

a forger, murderer, arsonist?

Easy.

Her husband died and all his creditors

came calling, so she commissioned

Vidonne guzzone to copy her art.

The idea being to burn the gallery,

collect on the insurance and sell the real paintings

to a private overseas collector.

Would have worked too,

if Johnny cottonwood, here,

hadn't tipped Jay off to the forgeries.

Good night, Stan.

You know, you really don't have to do this.

When we speak of "cleansing," it's figurative;

more metaphorical than an actual

"soap and water" deal.

Yeah, well. I tend to take things literally.

And it was that same marshal,

an agent of universal order

with uncommon insight into human frailty,

that blasted Kate Swanson

off her lifelong self-involved path,

and out of the witness protection program.

What's that?

Oh it's pictures Jay took.

As for Jay Arnstein, he was an amoral user of people,

a heartless cad, a chiseler, a skinflint.

And then a remarkable thing happened

Jay Arnstein was hit with the graphic realization

that he had caused the one true constant in his life

his north star

the thing that allowed him to see the good in himself

to stray from her path.

It was Marci's infidelity

that made Jay so determined to change,

to be a better man.

And in the strange, twisty way

of cause and effect, it was the shared secret

Jay and Marci kept from each other

of her infidelity,

that opened Marci's heart

to forgiveness,

and allowed them to move on together,

to another city, and another second chance.

And for others,

it'll take more than a bullet,

or infidelity,

or financial ruin

to affect change.

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