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You stand accused of adultery, deceit,

godless want behavior, and the corruption

of public morality. You led one brother to

betray the other. And you cruelly broke

the heart of a good and honorable man who

had already forgiven you your earlier

transgressions. Elizabeth Weber,

how do you answer these charges? I'm

sorry. I couldn't help myself.

You have admitted your guilt, your

adultery, your shame.

It is the decision of this court that your

sentence shall be to live out your life

alone. You will never again see the face

of either man that you seduced and

betrayed. You will never again be loved,

for you are sinful, willful,

lustful, and unworthy.

No, please. Please. Please. I'm sorry.

Have them forgive me, please.

You still think the cops in this town are

incompetent, Johnny?

Go on, do it.

Sorry. Sorry.

Nice detective calls

for a round of free drinks, folks. And,

Coleman, just offer free drinks. So what's

it gonna be? Soda? Coffee? Oh, what's the

big occasion? No one's getting murdered

tonight. Have you been threatening the

clientele again? Just put

a gun to Johnny's head for no good reason.

Don't worry about it. Jason Moore's been

knocking me off soon enough anyway. I need

another drink, a real one this time.

Oh, hey, you may. I know you've had a

tough break, but when drinking till you

blow somebody's head off probably is not

the best solution.

You're the only one besides my brother who

doesn't think I need a public sewing after

sleeping with Nicholas. I don't make

moral judgments, Elizabeth. I don't like

people who do. But that doesn't mean

that I approve of what you did. I know. I

know it was a horrible mistake. I just

need a chance to make it right.

Okay. Well, that's kind of between you and

Lucky. I love him. I want

a family with him. But I need your help.

I know that Lucky's been confiding in you.

And as difficult as this whole thing has

been for him, it's brought the two of you

closer together, right? Well, yeah, right

over a bottle at the bar. You know, he

shouldn't be drinking. You don't want him

going down that path any more than I do.

Luke, please.

He'll listen to you. I just need for you

to tell him how sorry I am and how much I

need him. Please help

me make this right. I know you're torn up

about this, Elizabeth. You took something

good and true and you threw it away. For

what? I don't know. If you didn't

appreciate it before, maybe you appreciate

it now that it's gone. No, it's not.

It's not gone. I have to get lucky back.

Well, you have to face the fact that there

may be too much blood under this bridge.

You know how much he loved me. We have

history. We've seen each other through

every major crisis in our lives. It's not

something you can just erase overnight.

Unless you find out that the woman that

you loved unconditionally is sleeping with

your brother, that's never gonna happen

again. I just need for you to convince him

to give me another chance. Look, I'm very

sorry, Elizabeth, but I can't advise Lucky

on what to do about this situation.

This is his life we're talking about.

I can make him happy. You know that.

Look, the damage is done. I'm sorry,

but you may just have to face the fact

that it's permanent.

This thing with Elizabeth is eating you

alive, mate. Can't let it suck you under.

I lost it. And for

that moment, I had no. No restraint,

nothing holding me back. If you don't pull

it together, you're gonna cross a line you

can't step back from. I finally understand

how someone could just snap

and lose all reason

and restraint. I mean, you're not even

thinking. Cause you can't.

I never thought I'd be that guy. Never

thought I'd be that guy. That it

just explodes for any reason at all or for

no reason.

I don't know who I am right now.

All I'm asking is that you talk to Lucky,

because I can't. He won't let me. He's

completely shut me out. You're asking for

a magic key, Elizabeth. I'm fresh out,

Luke. He's spiraling down with his

anger and this drink, and if somebody

doesn't get through to him, then he's

gonna be lost to all of us. I'm just

asking you to try. That's all.

I know you don't want to hear this again,

but I'm so sorry. I miss you, and I know

that I ruined everything, but it doesn't

have to be like this. Don't touch me. You

gotta just give me another chance. Please

let me go now.

Please. I just want to talk. Just. Can you

just talk to me?

Lucky, don't. Don't you dare shut me out.

Elizabeth, you need to go now. We have the

rest of our lives ahead of us. You know,

we can be happy. I can make you happy.

You know that. I'm sorry, Dave. Lucky,

you just have to give me a. How can we

work this out if you won't even talk to

me.

I'm glad you came by. I was gonna call

you. I am on to the sweetest art scam

I've seen in 20 years. I'm leaving

tomorrow morning for Prague. I want you to

go with me. I can really use

your help, cowboy.

Here's the deal. There's a private

collector in Venice. He just sold

a masterpiece, a pizarro, to the Prada

museum in Madrid. They're moving it next

week. Now, my friend Carlos, you remember

him? He's in Barcelona. Yeah, Carlos.

He's taking care of all the logistics.

All I need is 15 minutes with that

painting to switch it with the forgery.

So I figure we can use the same scam

that we used when you were nine years old

in Budapest. You remember that?

Yeah, the refugee and the elderly

philanthropist. Right. Excellent. That's

the one. You were brilliant. You had them

eaten out of your hand. The difference is

that instead of a refugee now you can be

an art historian. Look, I've got all set

up. Here's your passport. What do you

think? Phineas Togg.

Doctor Phineas Togg, art historian with

the National Gallery in Washington DC.

Okay. I mean, the documents are flawless,

cowboy. Flawless. This is going to be a

cinch. So we leave in the morning?

Yeah, for Prague.

Dad, look, I would love nothing more than

to do that with you. I would love to be

Doctor Phineas Togg for a few weeks,

believe me. But I

can't. I mean,

I can't run off and just leave this home

mess right now. Especially after what

happened tonight. What happened tonight?

I pulled a gun on John Zakar.

It happened just like that. 1 minute he

was talking and the next gun

to his head.

But you didn't pull a trigger, right? No,

I pulled. Pulled back at the last possible

second. But I saw how

easily the line could get crossed.

Now the anger and the hurt takes

over. There is no line. It's just. It's

just you doing something that you never

thought you were capable of. And you

don't even know it until it's over.