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(Patrons laughing)

(Patrons go silent)

MAN:
Well, back to business, boys.

I'm telling you,
it's a deal.

And one you're not
gonna see again.

Those who linger will lose.

Lose what?

Simple as apple pie:

I work the streets with Kerwood
here, selling our wares.

We double the sales in the city,
you double your profits,

and Kerwood and me launch the
biggest fence operation in town.

How much this gonna cost me?

Nothing.

We buy from you wholesale
and sell it retail.

We'll open up one of them
dry goods stores

and be the R. H. Macy's
of Kansas City.

(All chuckling)

You work for the Pinkertons.

Yes, ma'am.
John Bell's the name.

Thought so.

Something wrong?

Didn't think they served your
kind in this place.

And what kind is that?

Only colour I see
in this joint...

is green.

You're about done here.

What are you doing here?

I'm thirsty.

And figured it's about time
I came in here for a drink.

What's your poison?

I'll have a beer.

The more you steal,
the more we sell.

We can strike it big here,
boyos.

Kansas City is expanding.

And so is crime.

Where's he come from?

Aldred, here?
New York City.

Born and raised
in the mean streets.

Ready to bring some real
know how to this cow town.

You work alone?

He's with me.

We're partners, right?

That black man over there.

Who is he?

A ranch hand.
Name's John Bell.

Oh, yeah?

Where's he live?

(Knocking)

Good day, madam.

Aldred Epps here
to make your day.

Now I got bromides, bustiers,
bangles and brooms.

What's your fancy?

No thank you.

Don't be silly.

Little lady like you out here
in the middle of nowhere.

She's got needs.

Sir, take your foot
out of my door.

ALDRED:
And for the man of the house,

I've got coats, collars,
cuff links and combs.

There is a man of the house?

That's none of your concern.

Perhaps you have a ranch hand,
to help you with the heavy work?

I've got pants, pots,
pulleys, and plates.

Hammers? Nails?

If you think
I'm going to buy your wares

or answer any of your questions,
you are sadly mistaken.

And here I thought Missourians
were a welcoming folk.

Well, I'm not from Missouri.

Hey, what are you doing here?

(Gunshot)

Kate Warne,
Madeleine McGoldrick.

Marm. Call me Marm,
everyone does.

Oh, wow! That's quite
the handshake.

It's a man's world
so I shake hands like one.

(Panting)

And this is my partner,
Will Pinkerton.

Young man, you're late.

Punctuality is the key
to good business.

Well, I like to
keep 'em guessing.

It's a finely honed
technique of his.

Your father teach you that?

Uh, no.

Didn't think so.

So you're familiar then with
the Pinkerton Agency, then.

I'm from New York City, sweetie.

We've all heard of
the Pinkertons.

Which is why
I thought of you two

when Marm came to me
with her problem.

Sheriff, I do appreciate
you lookin' after me.

And what is your problem?

It's my dear nephew Aldred.

He's been in Kansas City for
over a week now

and when I arrived,
day before yesterday,

there I found myself
standing on the platform

with neither hide nor hair
of him.

It's not like him.

Now that one, he's punctual.

Yes, ma'am.

What exactly brought your nephew
to Kansas City?

Sales. He's a peddler.

What does he look like?

About five foot eight.

28 years old. Light hair.

A wiry fella.

The hotel hasn't seen him
in over four days

and I'm terribly worried.

Do you think you could help?

I'd pay you handsomely,
of course.

Yep, we'll help.

Yes, but--
Wonderful!

(Coins jingling)

That should be enough
to get you started.

Does your nephew have friends
or acquaintances here in town

that might have seen him?

How should I know?
Keep me apprised.

Now would this fine gentleman

escort me to
Fionnula's Tea Room?

I've got an appointment.

I would be much obliged.

Sheriff, I do appreciate
your consideration.

Call me Lawrence.

Oh!

So much for first impressions.

Ah, she'll come to love me.
They all do.

There is a fool born
every minute.

Where were you by the way?

Don't ask.

Why were you so hesitant to take
the job? I know that look.

Aldred came by my door, tried
to sell corsets and brooms.

Why didn't you say something?

I didn't have a chance.

You jumped in,
eager to take her money.

Which we need, by the way.

Something wasn't right
about him.

His manner was unctuous
and overly familiar.

He's a salesman from New York
City. What do you expect?

He asked too many questions.

He had something up his sleeve.

And maybe hers too.

Well, now we are being paid
to find out what that is.

Couldn't be better.

Shortly after he left,
maybe ten minutes,

I heard a gunshot
down the road.

That doesn't mean anything
in farming country.

People pick off prairie dogs
all the time.

Which I put it down to at the
time, but the man is missing.

Uh, not today, darling.

Would you happen to know
anything about Aldred Epps?

The peddler from New York?

I last saw him in the saloon

with Kerwood Piff,
Rufus and his boys.

Rufus Thorpe?

The purveyor of all the finest
stolen goods in Kansas City.

I tracked him. He's got a barn
just outside of town,

presumably full of stolen goods.

You tracked him?

About a month ago...

I had some spare time with
nothing better to do...

They're small time.

Aldred was talking a big game.

I gather he was trying to strike
a deal with Thorpe.

Did Aldred have a room here?

Until four days ago,
then he just disappeared.

The horse he got from the livery
returned without him.

That's the same day I heard
the gunshot.

It's not looking good
for our traveling salesman.

Did you ever hear that joke?

Just-- Stop.
We have to go see Rufus.

No, no, it's really good.

It's not gonna be good.
I'm not gonna like it.

No, no, there's a
traveling salesman...

John.
Hey.

I got some flour, lard and
coffee just like you asked.

Got some extra oil
for the lamps.

Heard there might be a blizzard
coming through tomorrow.

Thank you.

John, there's something else
I need you to do for me.

Four days ago, did you see
a man at the house, a peddler?

No, ma'am.
Can't say I did.

He stopped at my door and
shortly after he left,

I heard a gunshot
down the road.

I didn't hear a thing.

On your way home,
I'd be much obliged

if you'd check alongside the
road, see if anything's amiss.

I'll make sure to take a look.

(Neighing)

Whoa.

You were right.
This is the thieves' den.

So much for small time.

It's the biggest fence operation
in Kansas City.

Must be the cooling off point

before all this stuff
hits the black market.

Mother of pearl.

Exquisite taste.

RUFUS:
Looking for something?

Hey. Come on, Rufus,
no need to be dramatic.

How you doing, anyway?
Haven't seen you

since you botched that job
in Jacksonville.

We were just admiring
your exquisite goods.

Venetian glass from
the island of Murano.

A very rare find in these parts.

I'd hate to ask where all these
fancy goods came from;

Maybe Sheriff Logan could help
us figure that out.

That sounds like a threat.

Oh, no, no, just remarking.
I'm sure the law would

be very interested
in all these precious items.

To be charged with a crime
you need evidence.

You go find your sheriff and by
the time you get back here,

this'll all be gone.

Just like that.

We can help each other out.

Lower your guns
and let's talk.

We keep quiet about this little
treasure trove of yours

and you give us information.

About what?
Aldred Epps.

Never heard of him.

Come on, that's not gonna fly.

You boys were seen
drinking with him

four nights ago at the Dubois.

He went missing.

His family is determined
to learn his whereabouts.

You might want to tell us
what you know.

Hate to point fingers and have
you boys arrested on assumption.

Yeah, we'd been drinking with
Epps that night. Nothing more.

And then what?

We went our separate ways.

What else can you tell us
about him?

He was Kerwood Piff's buddy.
Go talk to him.

Isn't he one of your boys?

(Laughing)

He'd sure like to be.

But the man's trouble,
got a big mouth.

I saw him playing poker
two nights ago.

You seen him since then?

Can't say I have.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(Neighing)

Poor fellow.

Made one bad deal too many.

Odd. He wasn't
the one at my door,

yet judging by
the gunshot I heard,

the weapon could have been
fired from here.

Maybe someone robbed him,
and then shot him.

He wasn't killed by a bullet.
There's no wound.

This man was beaten
and bound to a tree.

He was tied to the tree alive?

And remained there
for some time

until he died of exposure
to the elements.

How can you tell?
Teeth marks.

The poor man was in distress.
He tried to bite the bark.

Well, he was dead
when I found him.

That would be correct.

There are signs that
rigor mortis has abated.

Rigor what?

Rigor mortis. Muscle
contractions following death.

They begin several hours
after expiration.

The body stiffness reaches its
maximum at twelve hours

and begins to dissipate
after 24.

It's hard to tell because
of the cold temperatures,

but I'd say Kerwood
died about 24 hours ago.

Look what I found.

Aldred wore a red boutonniere
when he came to my door.

You think he killed
Kerwood Piff?

Aldred's been missing
for four days.

And like I said, I saw Kerwood
playing poker two nights ago.

I didn't notice
anything off about him,

but clearly if Aldred is dead,
he couldn't have killed Kerwood.

Maybe Aldred's alive.

Anyone could have
killed Kerwood.

What do you think?

Who me?

Well, sure. You must
have an opinion.

I hate to speculate...

but I'd say this Aldred Epps,
if he's still alive,

would be long gone by now.

You don't think
he killed Kerwood?

No.

If you'll excuse me, I have
some chores to take care of.

Was it something I said?

Oh, no,
that's just you.

There you go, young man.

And I must say,
you do look fetching.

Thank you, Marm.

Now, when people ask,

you tell them Marm
gave it to you as a present.

Yes, Marm.
Now off with ya.

(Laughing)

Always good to help
a young lad in need.

That was a brand new wool coat.

I deal in dry goods, sweetie.

Advertising's
good for business.

Now, what have you heard
of my Aldred?

I can't say the news is good.

We have evidence he was at the
murder scene of Kerwood Piff.

Never heard of him.

What's he got to do with Aldred?

Aldred was last seen in
Kerwood's company,

a known malefactor in town.

Looks like your nephew
fell in with a rough crowd.

I must admit,

he was running with a pack of
miscreants in New York.

I thought sending him out here
would give him a fresh start.

Your nephew means a lot to you.

Oh, yes.

Raised him like my own.

I have to be honest
with you, Marm,

I met Aldred before he
disappeared.

He came to my door,
selling goods.

That's my Aldred,
he's an excellent salesman!

I'm sorry to say,

shortly after he left,
I heard a gunshot down the road.

Your nephew
may very well be hurt.

Or dead?

Oh no,
it's not possible.

He's alive. I know it,
and you must find him.

And we will.
Rest assured.

Thank you.

What if Aldred is dead?
You gave her false hope.

Until we find the evidence,
there's no harm

in giving the woman a little bit
of favourable expectations.

I think false hope is like
a snake. It bites back.

I think you think too much.

So what's the plan?
I got a poker game in an hour.

Cancel it.
We have work to do.

What work?
Rufus Thorpe and his boys

are prime suspects
in Kerwood's murder.

They know more
than they're telling.

So, what, we're crystal gazers
now? We can't read their minds.

No, but we can tell them
about Kerwood

and judge their reaction.

Good idea.
Let me know how it goes.

What? You can handle it.

Don't make me say I need you.

You just did.

(Fiddles playing)

One-two-three,
one-two-three.

Damn it, it's one-two-three,
one-two-three.

(Laughing)

Okay, which one of you horse's
asses just giggled?

(Laughing)

Sorry, fellas. Laughing at men
dancing together

is kind of a bad habit
of mine.

Figure when a man moves up
in the world,

he's gotta learn
how to dance with the ladies.

Oh, well,
he has a point there.

Mmm-hmm.

You got a lot of nerve busting
in here, disturbing the peace.

It's enough to make a man
go batty and shoot somebody.

Oh, well, you gotta admit,

dealing in stolen goods
has its consequences,

like unwarranted attention
from the law.

Oh, don't mind my partner.
His manners are dubious at best.

Darn right.
Manners count.

We just came to
deliver some news.

Don't tell me,
you two leaving town?

No, but one of
your cohorts has.

Permanently.

Kerwood Piff.

We found him, north of town,
frozen to death.

After someone beat
the daylights out of him

and tied him to a tree.

What?

Can't say I wished
the man harm,

but I'm not surprised.

Old Kerwood did have
a pair of loose lips.

Any idea who would be involved
in something like this?

Fellow had more than
his share of enemies.

But I'm not one to say a bad
word about a fellow sinner.

May he rest in peace, amen.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(Fiddle playing)

One-two-three.

He didn't know.
No.

But the seed was planted.

Now let's put them under
surveillance

and see what happens next.

Surveillance?
Just the two of us?

Three.
John'll help.

Oh, come on, it's better than
losing your shirt at poker.

Let's go, boys.

Right. You take over.
Follow them into the saloon.

This ain't even enough
to get me a cup of water.

Oh, Will,
for goodness sakes.

MAN:
Let's go get that drink.

Don't worry.
John's around back.

He'll watch Rufus.

(Groaning)

Oh!

You and me need to talk.

I've been out there forever.

Where the hell's Rufus?

(Yelling)

Oh...

That answer your question?

It was right here,
in front of the doorway,

where this man tried to
break into my room.

I knocked on her door.

He held me at gunpoint!

She's lying,
I got the wrong room.

I can see clearly
what we have here.

Take him away.

Wait a minute...
I'm the victim here!

He was going to rob me,
or worse!

Now...

You threw him over the balcony?

He tripped and fell, after he
chased me down the hall.

I was merely trying to
protect myself.

He did not trip and fall.

What a terrible shock
you've had.

Yes.
It was frightful.

Where did a
fine and proper lady

learn to thrash
an able bodied man?

In New York City, where it's
protect yourself or perish.

And were you aware

that your nephew was last seen
in the company of Rufus Thorpe,

the man who you claim
accosted you?

This poor woman has had
a most terrible ordeal.

Now, you'd best
leave her be.

Oh, yes.

You are so kind.

Perhaps you'd care to
join me for lunch?

Well, I won't say no.

Turning into quite
the lady's man, are we?

Try not to butt in.

I got a good thing going here.

Madam...

This isn't playing out.

She knows Thorpe...

As soon as we told him
about Piff, he to see her. Why?

Marm and Rufus
are clearly lying.

There's no sign of
any forced entry.

And there's not a mark on her.
And he, on the other hand,

looked like he got run over
by a herd of buffalo.

Judging by his reaction to the
news of Kerwood's murder,

I don't think Rufus killed him.

He didn't,
but maybe she did.

I got questions.
As do I.

A guy looking like Thorpe came
around the back of the hotel,

but when he got inside
the building, I lost him.

Wait. You lost the guy when you
went into the hotel?

That's right.

That makes no sense.

How could you lose a guy in the
back of the hotel?

There's one staircase
to the upper hallway.

He was moving real fast.
That's never happened to you?

Sure. Surveillance
takes a while to learn.

You did your best, John.

I'm an innocent man.

Aren't we all, Rufus. Now give
us something we can use,

'cause he more lies
that pass your lips,

the longer you're
gonna be in there.

What were you doing
at the hotel?

I went there to meet a girl.
I got the wrong room.

That's all.

Why use the back door?

The front one
wasn't working for you?

She was that kind of girl.

Hey, I'm a red blooded male.

Instead of my lady friend,
I ran into that banshee, Marm.

Got the strength of two men
she has.

And then a woman kicked you
down the stairs?

If you're trying to make me
feel less of a man,

you're doing a fine job.

I'm just trying to find out
what actually happened.

Why don't you ask your friend,
John Bell.

He was there, in the hallway.

He saw it all.

What the hell
is going on here?

That makes no sense.

He says John was there.
John says he wasn't.

One of them's lying.

Maybe John's got
something to hide.

Like what?

He was the one that found
Kerwood Piff's body.

Are you saying that
John killed Kerwood?

No, but it does
beg the question:

what do we really
know about John?

He's been a perfect gentleman
since the day I met him.

Who hired him
to work out there?

The landlord.

At least that's
what John told me.

Maybe the landlord knows
something about John

that we don't.

I thought my father
rented that place for you.

The Chicago office
takes care of those details.

The agency pays the rent.

I'm gonna telegraph
the Chicago office,

see what I can find.

(Laughing)

Truly, I'm the first real
sheriff you've ever met?

Well, we have coppers
in New York,

but they've always got their
hands out, looking for payoffs.

Unlike you, of course.

Clean as a whistle.
That's me.

(Laughing)

Funny. Here I am in the
Wild West and I feel so safe.

I do what I can.

I came here looking
for my nephew,

but the longer I stay in
this town, the more I like it.

I'm considering bringing some of
my business to Kansas City

and it would be so reassuring
to me knowing that you're here.

Well, I will do
whatever I can to help you.

Oh! Thank you, Lawrence.

(Laughing)

(Sighing)

I just wish those Pinkerton
agents would find my Aldred.

I am so worried about him.

Of course. Don't worry,
I'll get right after them.

I'd be grateful.

That fellow who was with
that awful man, Thorpe,

who was he and why
didn't you arrest him?

What fella?

In the hotel corridor.

A black man.

Striking.

He may have had a gun.

That must be John Bell.
He works for Kate Warne.

I see...

More sherry?

(Laughing)

Well, I can't say no to you.

(Laughing)

Turns out that our Chicago
office pays rent

to a holding company:

KC Holdings #6107.

Is there a face
behind the company?

There is.

I spoke to the clerk at the
county registry in town.

Apparently KC Holdings #6107
is owned by one man,

named John Bell.

John owns the farm?

The clerk says he never saw him
face to face.

He set it all up through
US Mail and couriers.

Now, why would John keep
that information from us?

I don't know.

Let's go talk to your landlord
and find out.

What?
What are you doing?

Can you honestly say you know
the man that lives in there?

Don't be ridiculous.

What's wrong?

There's a body in there.
It's not moving.

Aldred Epps?

Don't touch me.

We won't hurt you.

We gotta get this stuff
out tonight.

It's getting too risky
out there, so load it careful.

That's it, boys. Whatever you
can carry, you can keep.

She's gonna take it all anyhow.

Hold up there.

Quit purloining the merchandise.

(Gun cocking)

It belongs to me now.

I dropped the charges.

Got you out of jail.

You owe me.

That doesn't mean
you get everything.

Small price to pay for freedom,
don't you think?

I get what's owed.

Yeah?

Me too.

I get what's owed me.

Anyone else
got something to say?

Best do as she says.

That's right, put it back.
All of it!

Oh! Would you look at that?

Beautiful.

And I'll be needing some fresh
samples to show new customers.

WILL:
Who shot you?

I'm not saying.

The only way we can help you is
if you tell us what's going on.

That wound is infected.

You have to get to town
and see a doctor.

I ain't going to town.

Would you like me to get a knife
and take it out myself?

If we don't deal with
that infection soon,

it'll be too late for you.

As long as that woman's in
Kansas City, I'm staying put.

What woman?

Marm McGoldrick.

You mean your aunt?

Is that what she said she is?

You know she hired us to find
you? You better start talking.

'Cause I'd hate to have to
tell her where you are.

The biggest fence
in New York City she is.

Did John do this dressing?

He took care of me.

Found me down the road,
all shot up and brought me here.

So you know John Bell.

Like a brother.

Grew up together
on the streets of New York.

And what about Marm?

She raised us.
Orphans we were.

She took us in,

trained us up in the ways of
pickpockets and thieves.

Only, John got away...

John's a thief?

He's a good man.
He saved my life.

More than once.

All right, let's try this
one last time.

Who shot you?

Kerwood Piff.

Marm put him up to it,
I know it.

She found out I was setting up
shop here in Kansas City

and she got to him.

All the way from New York?
You can't escape that woman.

I tried.

I came out here
to start a new life.

I had no idea
John was here.

Honest.
Where is John now?

He went to go try to
make a deal with Marm.

We need to bring
Sheriff Logan into this.

Well, he's in
stable condition for now,

but he has to see a doctor soon.

Well, he ain't going nowhere.
You can see that.

Let's work fast.

There, there.
Put the gun away.

Why would you want to shoot?

It was so good
to see you yesterday.

Stop with the charm.
We're well past that.

Can't I ask how you are,

and how you've been
these past ten years?

I'm a new man.

Living an honest life.

That's funny.

Stealing money from me
to start an honest life.

I sense a contradiction there.
It was my only way out.

Angry as I was, I had to
admire your cunning.

I'm here now to make it right.

The deed to my farm
that I paid for with the cash.

The rest in coins.

That's for Aldred and for me.

He's alive. I knew it.

Where is he?

Oh, my goodness.

You're protecting him.

Who do you think told me
about the stolen money?

Yeah, Aldred talked after you
beat him half to death.

(Scoffing)

Gold coins. It's all there.

And here I thought
you'd understand.

We're family.
And family is forever.

You and Aldred.

You're mine. I own you.

Nobody owns me.

Are you sure about that?

I know you killed Kerwood Piff.

Oh, so what are you going to do,
tell the sheriff?

My personal friend, Lawrence?

There's the Pinkertons.

You so much as breathe
a word to them,

and I will dispatch
the Pinkertons

the same way I did
poor Mr. Piff.

I see you got a soft spot
for that young Kate.

Hate to see her frozen
to some tree.

You won't.

You want her alive?

You bring Aldred to the same
spot where you found Kerwood.

And we'll work out our
differences.

(Gun uncocking)

(Grunting)

Did you find her?

She wouldn't take your money.

She's got me.

There's no way out.

Don't say that.

Here I am, born a free man.

An orphan, but free.

No one owns you, John Bell.

Not even Marm.

When I was a child,

I thought for certain
I'd die on the streets.

When Marm got a hold of me,
it was like a miracle.

Clothes to wear, food,
a family.

But that's not freedom.
You know that.

Stealing from innocent people,
hurting others?

You call that free?

You were a child.
You had no choice.

Didn't I?

I tried to bury the guilt,
but I couldn't.

She used us.
Took advantage.

I just had to get out.

More than anything I just wanted
to walk that righteous path.

Live the good life.

We deserve it, don't we?

It's me she wants,
and I'm half dead anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?

I'm giving myself up.

Stop, we'll get out of town.

And how are we gonna do that?

(Grunting)

Take me to her.

Neither of us will
get out of this alive.

She'll kill us both.

I should have known.

Your lock picking skills
are exemplary.

I will take that as
a compliment.

She hasn't left town yet.

Not yet.

I still say you two
are mistaken.

She is a god fearing woman.

Like I said before,

Aldred Epps claims Marm hired
Kerwood Piff to kill him.

And we think she killed
Kerwood Piff.

You have no proof of that.

I know her.
She is a decent lady.

With a taste for finery.

This comes from Rufus Thorpe's
treasure trove of stolen goods.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Well, as Sheriff of Kansas City,
you should.

Because he's setting up the
biggest fence operation in town.

She's in league with him.

Don't worry.
Just do what I say.

I did what you asked.

Bring him to me.

He's injured;
he shouldn't be moved.

Do it.

(Gun cocking)

And no funny stuff.

Leave him alone!

Pick up the gun and shoot him.

Go on!

You wanted to make things right.

Here's your chance.

You can walk away
free and clear.

(Gun cocking)

(Snickering)

(Guns cocking)

You think I'm that stupid?

Now do as you're told.

Pull the trigger.

Go ahead, shoot.
I'm not doing it.

Oh, and you don't think I will?

Sure. You killed Kerwood,
didn't you?

Another imbecile.
Wanted to go partners with me

but couldn't deliver the one
thing I asked of him.

You, dead.

So I killed him.

And anyone else
who dares cross me.

Now, both of you,
get on your knees.

Do it!

(Grunting)

You want to do business with me?
Kill them both.

You're supposed to be
backing me up! Do it!

WILL:
You ought to be more mindful

about how you treat people
around here.

Look upon a man like dirt,
don't expect him to back you up.

This is Kansas City,
not New York.

Put the gun down.

Put your hands on your head.

(Gun cocking)

(Gun dropping)

I am loath to understand

why you're holding me here
in this detestable cell.

How quickly you forget.

You confessed to a murder in
front of a bona fide lawman.

I had no choice!
They were going to kill me.

You and the truth
are distant cousins.

My dear Lawrence, if you'd just
let me out of this cubicle,

we could discuss
this unfortunate situation.

That's Sheriff Logan to you.

I have money.
Have you ever been to Paris?

You just don't quit, do you?

Darling, even after
everything we've been through,

I remain completely
under your spell.

Madame, I am inured
to your charms.

I think you enjoy my charms
far more than you care to admit.

Don't flatter yourself.

Any other town you'd be behind
bars for charges of grand theft.

Well, we scratched your back,
didn't we?

Helped you catch a killer.

And for that, you get to
leave town, for good.

If we see your faces
in Kansas City again,

we're gonna make those
larceny charges stick.

And I'm supposed to
thank you for that?

No. Just say, "Adios."

Instead I'll say,
"Till we meet again,"

because you just never know...

He owes us,
you know.
Who?

Sheriff Logan. Made his job
a hell of a lot easier

with those reprobates gone.

Somehow I don't think his
gratitude will be forthcoming.

I don't blame him.
Knowing him,

he'll probably want to forget
this whole thing ever happened.

How's your friend?

The surgeon put him
in the hospital ward

to take care of the infection.

You did the best
you could for him.

Afraid it might not be enough.

Sometimes it's up to people
to help themselves.

Like you did.

You pulled yourself together
on your own volition,

made a new life for yourself.

There's a lot to admire
about you, John.

For example,
you're her landlord.

I don't know how
you put up with her.

With more patience than you
have, I can assure you.

I think I need a drink.

After a week like that,
so do I.

I just want to say...
thank you...

for all your help
back there.

That whole situation could've
gone a lot of ways.

I just appreciate everything
y'all did.

Does that mean you're buying?

(Chuckling)

Next week on The Pinkertons...

LOGAN:
The death of any person

involved in an unsanctioned
pugilistic event

shall be deemed murder.

I've known him since
I was a child.

I know the type of man he is.

Everyone cheats somehow.

If you're pulling the wool
over us, so help you,

they're gonna have to wheel you
out of Kansas City.