All language subtitles for In Plain Sight (2008) - S01E05 - Who Shot Jay Arnstein (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH)

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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