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(Patrons chattering, laughing)

Your attention, good gentlemen!

What you are about
to see is the very apex

of pugilistic fortitude.

The challenger,
from Cincinnati , Ohio,

Burt "The Butcher" Grove!

(Crowd applauding, booing)

And the defending champion,

the iron-fisted pugilist,

hard-nosed Henry Fox!

(Crowd cheering
enthusiastically)

(Speaking indistinctly)

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

You understand the rules.

That being that
there are no rules!

(Crowd laughing, cheering)

Then I say,
let the best man win!

(Bell ringing)

Fight!

(Crowd jeering, cheering)

(Grunting)

Come on, quit dancing!

Come on, Butcher!

What are you doing here?

This, uh, isn't exactly
your kind of crowd.

Well, let's just say,

I have a personal interest.

Yeah, that's them, all right.

(Grunting)

Isn't this great?

It's barbaric.

Oh, I love it.

(Grunting)

(Crowd groaning)

(Grunting)

(Crowd cheering)

Stand up, Butcher!

MAN:
Get up!

Oh, figures.

(Grunting in pain)

(Crowd yelling and cheering)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Crowd groaning)

(Cheering, bell ringing)

Uh... the winner,

and new champion,
Bertrand Grove!

(Crowd booing)
Let's get out of here.

Henry!

Kate!

Henry! Henry, are you okay?

(Indistinctly)
Henry!

Katie?

(Crowd chattering)

Is that you?

Would you please stop
looking at me like that?

(Chuckling):
I'm sorry.

It's-- I was surprised,
is all.

I didn't know you
associated with pugilists.

I don't. I find
the sport repulsive.

It's barbaric. It appeals
to our baser instincts.

But, then when I saw Henry's
name on the poster,

I just had to come
and see if it was really him.

And who is he?

He's an old childhood
friend of mine.

He used to live
down the road from me.

I must have walked down
that road a million times.

Maybe two.

Henry Fox.

Will. It's a pleasure.

Kate was just telling me
about your shared childhood.

"Kate", is it?

Aw, you'll always be
"Katie" to me.

We were two peas in a pod
back then, weren't we?

Indeed we were.

Uh, so, Henry,
I'm a boxing fan,

but I got to admit, I wouldn't
peg a friend of Kate's

to be a boxer.

You and me both.

But, you do what you got to do.

LOGAN:
Henry Fox?

That's right.

Mr. Fox, I'm bringing you in
for the murder of Burt Grove.

Murder? What are you
talking about?

You got it wrong.

Burt's the one
knocked me out.

What's the meaning
of this, Logan?

Burt Grove was found
lying in a snowbank

out past the shantytown, dead.

No knife wound,
no bullet wound.

It is my professional opinion

that the man died as
a result of the fight.

KATE:
You have no grounds
to arrest this man.

Even if the deceased
perished as a result

of the boxing match, he entered
into it voluntarily.

Kansas City Municipal
Ordinance number 43-A:

"The death of any person
involved in an

"unsanctioned pugilistic
event shall be deemed

murder."

Katie!

I was beginning to think

I didn't have
a single friend left.

You'll always have a friend
in me, Henry. You know that.

I appreciate that, Katie.
I really do.

It's been a tough few years.

Perhaps it would
have been easier

had you not spent it
breaking noses.

Yeah, well...

What can I say?

I'm flat broke.

How?

What about the farm?

Well, when times got tough
during the war,

Father took out
a mortgage on it.

He died a few years later,

and Mama couldn't
keep up with the payments.

I'm so sorry.

Damn bank took the farm.

Won't give it back
unless we can afford it.

Surely there are better ways
of making money than pugilism?

I was always good at fighting.

You know that.

I didn't kill Burt Grove.

You got to believe me.

I do believe you, Henry.

And I'm going to help
clear your name.

Afraid I'm not following.

I do this for
a living, Henry.

I'm a Pinkerton agent.

Well, I'll be damned!

You always were
a spirited one, Katie.

(Chuckling)

You're free until your trial,
Mr. Fox. Bond's been paid.

By who?

By me.

Thank you.

Let's go.

What's he doing here?

I told him he could stay here
until we clear his name.

Until we clear his name?

This is obviously
a miscarriage of justice

that needs to be remedied.

I've offered Henry
our services.

Speak to you for a minute?

Henry, why don't you
go put your things

in the tack room?

It's okay.

Are you all right?
No, I'm not all right.

You offer our services
to a suspected murderer

without even consulting me?

I don't remember Allan
saying anything about

me needing
to consult you about--

Okay, the point is, how do
you know we can trust him?

I've known him
since I was a child.

I know the type
of man he is.

Well, is he the type of man who
has the money to pay us?

He's a dear friend of mine
who needs my help.

I've never asked a favour
of you before this.

Please, help me.

Okay, fine.
But on one condition.

Name it.
I'm leading
the investigation.

No. No.
Yes. Yes.

This is my case!
Oh, really?

And what would my father say

about your emotional connection
to the client?

(Sighing)

Allan would say my emotional
connection to the client

has the potential to cloud
my unbiased judgement.

(Sighing)

Poor Grovesy.
There's no way I killed him.

Why not?
I got a strong technique,

but there's no way I could have
hit him hard enough to kill him.

Grovesy was made of iron.

What was he like?

Tough. Quiet.

He drank like a fish,
I know that.

And he never cared
to make many friends.

And what about enemies?

Just about anyone
he ever knocked out.

Guy had a hell of a punch.

Looks like you got
one yourself.

Comes with the job, I guess.

Well, I believe our
first order of business

is to examine the body, and--
WILL: Excuse me,

I'm the one calling the shots
on this one, remember?

Yes. Of course.
Where to first?

ANNALEE:
Mabel, honey, come here.

These folks need
to have a word with you.

Okay. But no discounts.

We don't need that
kind of service.

This is about your client,
Burt Grove.

Boxer who died last night?

Sure, I remember him.

What can you tell us
about him?

We didn't do much talking.

But he paid me.
Paid me well, in fact,

what with all that money
exchanging hands.

What do you mean?

He had people coming and going
from his room, all hours.

Mostly paying him money, though
sometimes he gave them some.

Thanks for your time.

Well, what do you
make of that?

Your friend Henry says that
Burt didn't make any friends.

Here, Mabel's telling us
that he was quite popular.

More importantly,
money was exchanged.

The deceased was a gambler.

Or a loan speculator.
Indeed.

What's our next step?

I want you to talk
to that boxing promoter,

see if he knows anything
about a gambling ring.

I'm going to see what I can
learn from the other boxers.

Perhaps we should
examine the body now,

determine the cause of--
Excuse me?

(Sighing)

Very well.

Well, I'm very pleased
that someone

is investigating
Grove's death.

Not only is Henry one
of my closest friends,

he's also my
number one money-maker.

I don't think my business
will survive if he's hanged.

Well, I believe,
with your help,

we have a strong chance
of clearing his name.

Good. Because Henry Fox
is no murderer.

I don't care what that
Podunk sheriff says.

Rest assured, you'll have
my full cooperation.

What can you tell me
about Burt Grove?

I picked him up in Virginia City
a few years back.

Punching him was like
punching a brick wall.

Was he a gambling man?

Gambling? No chance.

My fighters aren't
allowed to gamble.

It leads to corruption
of the sport.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a telegram
to send to Burt's family.

Of course.

You won't mind if I return
with a few more questions?

Why, in fact, I welcome it.

Anything to help
clear Henry's name.

If a fighter's a money-maker,

I'll do anything
to protect them.

Oh.

(Clearing throat)

Thank you.

(Door opening)

Well, I'll be!

Ain't y'all the pugilists
from the Dubois last night?

On your way, townie.
We's busy.

I'm sorry for
disturbing y'all.

It's just I'm very enthusiastic
about the pugilistic arts.

Boy, that was some fight
last night, huh?

It's a shame about
the fella who died, though.

You'll find no tears here.
Grovesy had it coming!

What do you mean?

Burt Grove was a liar
and a welch.

You're just saying that because
he owed you $50.

Maybe I ought to take it
out of your skull.

I'm just saying. It ain't right
to talk ill of the dead.

As for you, townie,

you can get the hell
out of here!

Oh, I-- I meant
no offense, sir.

I-- I'll be on my way.

Best of luck tonight, y'all!

KATE:
It wasn't what he said,
but how he said it.

"If a man is a money-maker,

I'll do anything
to protect him."

Huh. So you think that Zeke
killed Burt

because Burt
knocked out Henry?

I admit it's weak, but we can't
rule out Zeke as a suspect.

There was also the big
Irish guy, O'Brian,

Burt owed him $50.

And that's a motive
if I've ever heard one.

Okay, so we have
two prime suspects.

Uh-uh, three.

I haven't crossed Henry
off of my list.

Fine. We have three
prime suspects.

What's our next step?

Yes, uh,
next step. Um...

It might be good to determine
a cause of death.

Perhaps we examine
the body now?

That's a great idea.

Why didn't you
mention that sooner?

(Sighing)

Hmm, none of the usual
pupil blackening

or bruising associated
with a blow to the head.

No wounds of any kind.

What's this on his face?

Looks kind of like mud.

KATE:
Huh. It has the caking
you'd expect of mud

that's dried, but...

the particles are too small.

Some kind of herb.

(Sniffing)

It's hot, like chilli powder.
But bitter, like milkweed,

Yeah? Not the kind of thing

you expect to find
on a dead guy's face.

What do you make of it?

Well, in the absence
of certainty,

the hypothesis
with the least assumptions

is usually the correct one.

This man didn't die
in a boxing match.

I believe he was poisoned.

We've completed a thorough
examination of the body,

and based on evidence,
I'd say Grove was murdered

after the fight,
not killed during it.

That don't mean
Fox is innocent.

No, but we still have
two prime suspects

with very clear motives.

Zeke Slayton,
the boxing promoter,

he could have done it
to protect his best fighter.

And Carey O'Brian,
the Irish boxer,

had an axe to grind
over money that Grove owed him.

But in either case,

that's more than enough evidence
to release the bond on Fox.

Is that so?

Well, according to
the boxers that I interviewed,

Henry Fox is a cheat.

He covers his hands in
chilli powder before each fight

to interfere with
his opponents' eyesight.

The way I see it,

Fox was upset
that Grove beat him,

so he decided to knock down
his competition

once and for all.

I guess you two ain't
the only people in Kansas City

that can solve a puzzle.

(Laughing)

WILL:
Look, I don't care how amazing
that contraption is,

it isn't going to tell us
the killer's name.

It's a microscope,
like a magnifying glass,

only it's used to examine
extremely small objects,

like the residue
on Grove's face.

Well, you be sure
to let me know

if any of them have a name tag
that reads Zeke Slayton,

Carey O'Brian,
or Henry Fox.

I still don't think
Henry is the killer.

Well, in the absence of clarity,
I believe the solution is...

Um...you know...

Anyway, the point is,
after what Logan said,

I got to admit, your old pal
is looking mighty suspicious.

Will, I know the man.

I know his history.
He's not a murderer.

Besides, what would you
have me do?

Go up and ask him if he sticks
his hand in poison

before the fight?
Yeah, that'd be a great start.

How would he prevent the poison
from affecting him?

Who's to say
it hasn't affected him?

When's the last time
you looked at Henry's hands?

Look, one of us needs
to ask him about it.

I suppose that will be you.

Actually, no. I think your
connection with him

will give you a much better
chance of learning the truth.

Thank you, Will.

It's nice to see you're using
your brain for once.

Don't make me
change my mind.

(Exhaling)

So how'd it go
with the sheriff?

Not well.

He says that
you're a liar and a cheat

who killed Burt Grove because
you were upset he beat you.

(Sighing)

And what do you think?

I think there are plenty
of motives to go around.

Oh, come now, Katie.

I found residue
on Burt's face.

Do you know anything
about that?

Chilli powder.

Henry!

Before you go
raising holy hell,

you got to understand,
everyone cheats somehow.

Low blows.

Hands dipped in chilli powder,
or worse.

Why?

Everyone wants to win.

Because Zeke only pays us
when we win.

That's terrible.

I made a lot of bad decisions
in my life, Katie,

but the worst of them
was letting you leave New York.

You couldn't
have stopped me.

But I sure wish I'd tried.

I know what you're doing
with Kate.

Pardon me?

Leaning on her
emotions.

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

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

Understand?

I understand completely.

Just something about Katie
brings out the fire in men

who have feelings for her.

Isn't there?

Everything okay?

What?

Yeah-- Yeah.

Just keep looking
into the poison.

I'll see what I can find
in Burt Grove's room.

(Door opening)

All right, you weasel.

Where's me cut?

You're looking at
the last of it.

I don't got
a dime to spare.

I'm guessing you don't value
your life much, Teller.

Whoa there, big fella.

Miss Annalee enforces
a strict no-fighting policy.

This don't concern you, townie.
WILL: It does now.

No matter how big you are,

two against one ain't going
to work out so well.

Next time, you give me
my cut first.

I'd hate to see you
end up like old Grovesy.

Thanks, partner.
Name's Simon.

Simon Teller.
Will.

Pleasure to meet you.
Yeah.

You're one of them pugilists,
aren't you?

That's right.

Well, hope I didn't
interrupt anything

between you and the big
Irish fella.

Not that I don't appreciate
being interrupted.

What happened,
you shoot his dog or something?

No, I'm just a little
forgetful

when it comes to paying him
his weekly cut of my winnings.

You let him do that?

Sure. We all do.

The guy punches
like he's got lead hands.

I don't want to end up
like Grovesy.

What the hell
are you doing in here?

Nothing that concerns you.

Give it to me
or I'll shoot.

Pretty hard to shoot someone
without a gun.

That's a bookmaking journal,
isn't it?

Burt Grove was taking bets
on the fights.

You're smart,
for a woman.

Now, why don't you use
that brain of yours

and give me the book?

I think you're forgetting
I'm the one with the gun.

I can't believe
the nerve of that guy.

Hitting a woman?

O'Brian's no gentleman.

We're lucky
that's all he did.

(Sighing)

Thank you for your concern,
Henry, but I'm quite fine.

Where are you going?

Ha-ha!

Oi, I thought I told you
to leave us alone.

(Sighing)

That's for hitting
a woman.

(Breathing heavily)

Pardon the interruption.
I'll be on my way.

Now wait just a minute,
my boy.

A word, if you please.

This was between
him and me.

No, forget about that.

Have you ever considered
becoming a pugilist?

Yeah.

Well, I mean,
I thought about it, but...

You really think
I'd be good at it?

With a punch like that,
I think you'd be great.

What do you say?

So, what's the story
with your friend Will Pinkerton?

Well, he's hardly
my friend.

He's my partner,
to be precise.

What I'm asking is,

if you two get along
all right.

Sure, we get along fine.

Yes, he can be irresponsible
and stubborn and impulsive.

But he means well.

Sounds like a boy to me.

What you need is a man.

Henry, I have
to be honest.

It's quite obvious that
you still have feelings for me.

Feelings?
It's too weak a word.

Yes, well, the fact is,

is that I still feel the same
way as I did

that day I left New York.

I care about you
deeply, Henry,

as a friend.

You're going to sit there
and tell me

that you don't feel
the same fire that I do?

(Door opening)

You retrieved it.

Yeah. In a manner
of speaking.

It's a bookmaking journal,
all right.

Grove was taking bets
on all the boxers.

Including you, Henry.

Is this true?

Now wait, Katie.

We all bet
on the fights.

Between O'Brian taking his cut
and Zeke taking his,

we hardly make enough
to buy a decent meal.

Go ahead, take a look.

See if I ever bet
on my own fights.

I may be a gambler,
but I ain't crooked.

He's right.

None of Henry's bets
are on his own fights.

I didn't kill Burt Grove.

I swear on my father's grave.

If you'll you excuse me,

I have to get loose
for tonight's fight.

I can't believe you.

Pardon me?

The killer is sitting
at your table,

and all you can do
is enjoy a meal with him.

What makes you so sure
he's the killer?

I know he's mixed up
in this somehow,

and you'd think so too

if he didn't have your head
all in a jumble.

My head is fine.

And you know, Will,
you seem to be spending

an inordinate amount of time
analyzing my feelings.

I'm just concerned, okay?

(Sighing)

(Door closing)

Bitter.

"Foxglove, also known
as digitalis,

"fatally poisonous
to all animals,

including man."

Where's that black book?

(Laughing)

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I was going to wait
till we boxed each other,

but now I think I'm just going
to kill you right here.

Save it for tonight,
O'Brian.

I can't stand
that guy.

That makes two of us.

Listen, Will, I want to clear
the bad air between us.

I'm not trying
to get in your way,

vis--vis Katie?

You got to understand,

we have a lot of history,
her and me.

Rest assured,

there's nothing to get in the
way of, vis--vis me and Kate.

Except a murder investigation
in which you're a prime suspect.

You don't still think
I had anything to do

with Grovesy's death,
do you?

(Sighing)

WILL:
So you're saying
I should stay on his inside?

Yeah, he goes wide,
really wide.

So you want me just--
Inside.

Okay.

Ready for your first fight?

Yes, sir. I feel like I could
take down a bear.

Good. Unfortunately, I don't
think tonight's your night.

Oh, no, no, I feel good.

You're not listening to me.
You're going to lose tonight.

I've got a big purse
riding on O'Brian.

Listen, you play by the rules,

and I'll make sure you get
a cut of the winnings.

You cross me...

Well, you're a smart kid.

What the hell?

All the fights
are fixed, Will.

That's just the way it is.

WILL:
Really?

How about on the night
that Henry fought Burt?

Was that fixed too?

Sure was, only Burt was supposed
to take the fall, not Henry.

Don't suppose Zeke
was very happy about that.

Excuse me.

And good luck, champ.

Oh, what the hell--

What happened to you?

The brown residue
on Burt's face,

it was dried foxglove.

It's deadly,
but only when ingested.

There's no way residue on
a boxer's fist could kill a man.

Okay, and why are you
covered in dirt?

I had to exhume Burt's body.

You what?
John and I, we dug him up.

Will, his lungs
were full of water.

He wasn't poisoned.
He was drowned.

Oh, my God.

Look, I just found out
that all the fights are fixed.

Burt wasn't supposed to win
the night he died.

Well, who had the most to lose
if Burt disobeyed?

MAN:
All right, here we go!

Gentlemen, our next fight
of the night

pits our hard-swinging Irishman,
Carey O'Brian...

(Crowd cheering)
...against a tough newcomer

from right here in town.

Will, the Kansas City Kid.

Kansas City Kid?

It's got a nice ring to it.

Will, you don't
have to do this.

Yes, I do.

Gentlemen,

let the best man win!

(Bell dinging)

MAN:
Oh! That's it, O'Brian!

(Laughing)

You're going to have to let me
hit you eventually,

or else the knockout
won't look convincing.

Who said I'm getting
knocked out?

(Crowd cheering)

KATE:
Will, stop this!

Oh, God. Will!

(Coughing)

(Crowd cheering)

(Panting)

(Gasping)

Obviously you didn't
do this.

You are a fool, Pinkerton,

but even I know you're not
dumb enough to kill someone

before dozens of witnesses.

What the hell
am I doing in here?

Clearly, you're being framed.

Let's let
the culprit believe

that their plan's working
for a little while.

You think Zeke's behind it?
KATE: Probably.

But unless we can place him
at Burt's murder scene,

Logan won't arrest him.

Well, what can I say?
I enjoy having your company.

I think it's time for me to pay
Mr. Slayton another visit,

unless, of course,
you have a better plan,

since you're leading
the investigation.

Well, I can't rightly
do that from behind bars,

now can I?

To what do I owe
the pleasure, Mrs. Warne?

I promised I would return
with a few more questions

about the investigation.

I imagined you had that
just about wrapped up,

seeing as how the local boy
is going to hang for the murder.

Well, that's just it.

The local boy killed O'Brian,
but he has an alibi

for the night
of Grove's murder.

In fact, just about
everyone's whereabouts

are accounted for
that evening.

Except for yours,
Mr. Slayton.

Well, don't you worry
about me, ma'am.

After the fight
that night,

I...enjoyed the company

of some of Kansas City's
fairest maidens.

If you really want to know
who killed Burt Grove,

you should talk to Henry
about his gambling debts.

Gambling debts?

I'm surprised he never
mentioned it,

seeing as how you two
are such good friends.

That man is lying
through his teeth.

What do you mean?
I don't care what he says.

He ain't spent a dime
on any of my girls

since he been here.

Thank you.

You're not going
after him alone, are you?

No. To send a telegram.

(Sighing)

Hey, Katie.

Any luck with the sheriff?

What's this?

A telegram
from the Bank of Albany.

It says that you,
not your father,

took out a mortgage
on the farm.

Did you mortgage the farm
to repay your gambling debts?

Katie, the whole reason
I became a boxer

was to buy back the farm.

Why would I be doing this if
I was the one who mortgaged it?

Can you explain why your name
is on the mortgage?

That's how Daddy
had it worked out

in his last
will and testament.

Where were you the night
Burt Grove was murdered?

If you honestly think me,
Henry Fox,

a guy you've known
since childhood,

is capable of murder,

then you should go ahead
and lock me up right now.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

No.

I'm sorry, Henry.

I shouldn't have doubted you.
You've always been good to me.

(Footsteps approaching)

Mr. Slayton, sir,
you got to believe me.

I didn't kill O'Brian.

Do me a favour and keep that
between you and me, okay?

Afraid I'm not following, sir.

What if I told you
I could get you out of here,

free and clear
of all charges?

I'd say you got
my attention.

Good. You see,
blood draws sharks,

and I've got
a whole town willing

to pay triple the entry price
to see you fight Henry Fox.

The Champion
versus the Murderer.

You're saying
if I fight Henry,

you'll get me out of here?

I see you're following me now.

You just going
to let me walk, Sheriff?

Well, let's just say
that Mr. Slayton here

has uncovered some
very convincing evidence

that exonerates you.

It'll be a fair fight.
Best man wins. You have my word.

Best man wins, huh?
ZEKE: That's right.

So, what do you say?

I think you got yourself
a deal.

Ha!

(Dog howling)

Where is he?

Well, he went off
with Slayton.

You were supposed
to keep him here for protection.

Well, I thought that was
part of the plan.

What plan?

ZEKE:
Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Gentlemen! I am pleased to say
that the wait is finally over.

And tonight,
our defending champion,

the iron-fisted pugilist,
hard-hitting Henry Fox,

will attempt to avenge the death
of his friend and comrade,

Carey O'Brian,
may he rest in peace...

by fighting the Butcher
of Kansas City,

the devilish,
the murderous,

Will "The Kansas City Killer."

(All booing)

What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?

Will, you have
to listen to me.

I took a closer look
at Grove's journal.

It turns out that Henry
was betting on his own fights.

Even against himself
at times.

And now, here's our champion,
Henry Fox!

(Crowd cheering)

MAN:
Come on, Henry, let's go.

So Henry's the lead suspect
in this investigation?

I'm not willing
to rule Zeke out,

but there's no doubt in my mind
that Henry is involved somehow.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I know how much
he means to you.

None of that matters now.

What's your plan?

I'm going to start
by knocking his teeth out.

With the blood of Carey O'Brian
barely dry on his hands...

Will, please don't
do this.

I'm afraid they're going to try
and kill you like they did Burt.

You're afraid they'll try?

Kate, I'm counting on it.

ZEKE:
...Killer comes again!

(Crowd booing)

And may the best man win!

(Crowd cheering and chattering)

MAN:
Two bucks says Henry
will take this guy.

(Bell dinging)

You can hit harder
than that, right?

Yeah, like that.

You talk too much.

And you don't talk enough.
How you figure?

You should've told us
about the mortgage.

That doesn't prove anything.

About how you changed all
the figures in Burt's journal.

You can't pin that on me.

You're a liar and cheat,
so yeah, I think I can.

You remember when I told you
if you lied to Kate

they'd have to wheel you
out of town?

What of it?

(Bell ringing)

ZEKE:
That's a knockout for Will
"The Killer"!

He lives to fight
another day!

Our new champion!

(Crowd booing)
Let's get out of here.

Oh!

I can barely see straight.

I guess I got hit harder
than I thought, huh?

No, that's likely
the foxglove.

The what?
The foxglove. Dried flowers.

Henry covered his hands
with them before the fight.

Ain't that some kind
of poison?

Well, yeah, but only
if you swallow it.

(Laughing)

It sure does a number on you
if you breathe it in, though.

Don't worry,
it'll wear off soon.

But you know
what won't wear off?

What's that?

Oh, drowning.

(Gunshot)

Let him go, or the next one's
in your heart, Slayton.

(Coughing)

Will, are you all right?

This is how you killed
Grove, isn't it?

Henry weakened him
with the foxglove

and you took him up here
to drown him.

That's a nice work of fiction,
missy.

I exhumed his body.
His lungs were full of water.

You're wasting your time.

I've got that sheriff
in the palm of my hand.

Ain't no one
going to believe you.

That's where you're wrong.

I heard the whole thing,
Slayton.

You and your friend here
are under arrest

for the murders of Burt Grove
and Carey O'Brian.

And the attempted murder
of me!

All right, that too.

ZEKE:
What kind of sheriff are you,

letting a woman
do your work for you?

He had it coming.

So Zeke Slayton and Henry Fox
fixed the boxing matches

in order to make as much money
as possible.

It turns out, Mr. Slayton
was willing to do anything

to protect his profits,
including murder.

And trying to frame me for it.

Well, I think that
just about covers it.

Let me go see if the judge is
sober enough to hear the case.

Katie.

Katie.

I'm sorry.

As am I.

Everything I said to you,
about the way I feel...

it's all true.

If only you were honest
about the rest.

I never meant for any of this
to happen.

I'm not a bad person, Katie.

You know the kind
of man I am.

I thought I did, Henry.

You're not that man
anymore.

Let's go, Will.

WILL:
Hey, I never got a chance
to thank you

for saving my life back there.

KATE:
You never would've been
in that situation

if I had listened to you
in the first place.

That's okay.

Yeah, but for what it's worth
he really is a handsome fellow.

You two ever...

A lady doesn't
kiss and tell.

Ha-ha! So you kissed him.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a telegram to send.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. To who?

To Allan.

(Sighing)

This is a precise detailing
of my failures during this case,

and my suggestions
for an appropriate punishment.

Can I see that
for a second?

What...

What are you doing?

The only thing that
you're guilty of is being human.

And thankfully, God created
the perfect remedy for that.

Let me guess: whisky?

Actually, on a day
like today,

I was thinking
a cup of tea.

Not whisky?

Hey, who's in charge
of this investigation?

ANNOUNCER:
Next week on The Pinkertons...

WILL:
What the hell is he doing
back in Kansas City? Kenji!

MAN 1:
Leo the Mystical.

MAN 2:
Revelations will be made.

MAN 1:
Someone is this room

will be murdered
this very night.

Dear God!
(Wailing)

KATE:
What's wrong with him?

She's mine by right.

You will give up your claim
on this woman.