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(Horses whinnying)

What do you think?

With all the cholera
loose in town,

probably the Horsemen
of the Apocalypse.

Be serious.

Twelve people died last week.
That's serious.

(Vendors chattering
indistinctly)

Surveillance?

Think it's a robbery?

Even bushwhackers
aren't that obvious.

Something we said?

STAGECOACH HANDLER:
Whoa!

Easy. Here you are.

Whoever's in the coach
merits protection.

(Townsfolk chattering)

WILL:
It's General Sterling Price.

It's Old Pap himself.

Used to be Governor
of the state.

I know who he is.

Then he turned
Confederate general.

He was ruthless during the war.
Never surrendered,

marched his entire army
into Mexico instead.

I know who he is!

Come on, let's get
a closer look.

If he's back in Missouri,
it's for a reason.

It's not likely to be good.

(Woman screaming)

(Gasping)
Oh, my God.

He's dead?

You recognize him?

(Sighing)
No.

It seems like
he was bludgeoned

with a rounded, heavy object.

Puncture wounds in the back.

Whoever wanted him dead
really wanted him dead.

I don't get it. How did you
know to head this way

before the woman screamed?

I wasn't heading here,
I was heading away from--

What?

Away from something
I'd never thought

I'd have to deal with again.

(Sighing, door opening)

So...

The deceased was
MacKenzie Addison.

A traveling stationery salesman.

That sounds like
a contradiction in terms.

I mean he sold stationery.

Envelopes, scented paper,
pens and the like.

So...
Found this in his room
at the Dubois.

Came to town three days ago,

approached a few people
with his pitch,

didn't make any sales.

Not much of a salesman.

Well, they took "no"
for an answer.

(Will sighing)

This man wasn't
a travelling salesman.

He was an agent for
the state government,

under a false identity.
He was here,

working on a personal mission
for the Governor.

You got all that from
just peeking inside the box?

No. I received a telegram
from the Governor's office.

They've hired us to investigate
the murder of his agent.

You could have told me that
when I walked in.

I could've, but where's
the fun in that?

Well, if you know everything,

what's a Governor's agent
doing in Kansas City?

That, apparently,
is privileged information.

The telegram just says
to solve the murder.

We'd have a much better chance
of solving it

if we knew what
he was doing here.

I mean, how is...
Price!

It has to have something to do
with Price coming to town.

We don't know that.

Come on, that can't be
a coincidence.

Well, they happen!
That's why the word exists.

Price was a former Governor.

We're being hired by
the current Governor.

Price was murderous
in the war,

invaded his own state,
killed thousands of people,

refused to surrender
after Appomattox,

caused trouble down in Mexico.
I mean, all these things!

Tell me where I'm wrong.

You're not wrong.

What?

Hold on, I'm usually wrong
about something.

What's going on here?

It's not relevant.

What is it about Price?

When you laid eyes on him,
you ran the other way.

That's not like you.

I crossed paths with
Sterling Price once before.

During the war.

You know him?
Well, not directly.

But I know what
he's capable of.

I was working undercover.

The federal government had
contracted your father

for a mission,
and he hired me.

What kind of a mission?

Price had a young adjutant.

Lieutenant Harris. Charles.

Charlie. I was assigned
to get to know him.

Get to know him?
To make him trust me.

And how did you-- I mean,
obviously, there are ways, but--

Look, Will,
we're wasting time here.

I think you may be right.

I think Price has something
to do with the murder.

Go back in town and find out
what he's up to.

You should come with me.

Will, we have a spy's
sample case here.

I'm guessing it contains
more than just stationery.

(Indistinct chattering)

Alright.

PRICE:
Careful with that barrel, boys!

It's full of blood!

The lifeblood of freedom!

Ink!

Ink with which I will
declare the truth

on the pages of a new voice
in this wilderness.

I will print the truth.

I will speak with honesty.

I will detail the degradations
of the government in Washington,

their incursions on our rights
as a sovereign state,

and their insidious
crushing of the rights

of freeborn citizens.

(Crowd cheering, shouting)

(Bird calling distantly)

(Sighing)

(Sniffing)

Hmm...

(Sniffing)

(Sniffing)

KATE:
It made perfect sense.

He was selling paper scented
with lilac and lavender,

but sour milk? There's not much
call for that.

Using milk as invisible ink.

Did that when I was little.

So, you heated up
the paper, and...

And found that our dead agent
had been hiding copious notes

that wouldn't make sense
if found in the possession

of a salesman.

Notes about?

General Sterling Price.

Ha-ha, I was right!

KATE:
Yeah, but where
does it get us?

Should give me some credit.

Suppose Price, or someone
working for him, found out

that the salesman was a spy.

That would be reason
to kill him.

But it would have been
simpler to shoot him.

This guy was bludgeoned
and stabbed.

Suggesting two murder weapons.
Complicated and messy.

Plus, he was dead before
Price and his boys hit town.

Price could have sent men
into town before he arrived.

Hmm, it would had to been
somebody other

than those two bushwhackers
he rode in with.

You know the funny thing
about Price?

Despite his ruthlessness
and all the blood he's shed,

he still claims to be
a religious man.

It's a bizarre interpretation
of the Bible,

but he's not the first
to twist scripture and verse

to his own end.

WILL:
Says here that Price had
a personal chaplain.

Some old preacher he dragged
around with him.

But it's more than likely
the fella just told him

what he wanted to hear.

Well, he'd be worth
talking to.

That's gonna be a problem.

He died recently.

So Price needs
a new confidante.

(Patrons chattering, arguing)

Annalee, sweetheart.

I was hoping I could get
into the room that the salesman

rented just one more time.

I let you in once, and his
sample case went missing.

And I'm here to return it.

Have you seen this?

Price attacks the government
in Washington.

He attacks the government
in Jefferson City.

He spits on the memory
of President Lincoln.

And he accuses our Union
soldiers of atrocities...

He's getting what he wanted.

People are riled.

I haven't heard the silversmith
say two words in a year

and now he's Daniel Webster.

SHANAHAN:
This rag besmirches the honour
of my dead brothers in blue.

CRANSTON:
Since when has the Union Army
ever had honour?

SHANAHAN:
We had enough to win the war.

You call what Sherman
did in Georgia war?

I served with Sherman.

Then you're a thief
and a killer!

I'm a thief?!
Stop it, stop it!

Stop it, both of ya!

Sit down!

LOGAN:
Last week, you was
playin' cards together.

Bad enough we got cholera
in this town

without you two trying
to restage Bull Run!

You oughta be ashamed.

This is all your fault.

I got half a mind
to run you out of town.

Sir, I am only
publishing a paper.

Or is freedom of the press
the next constitutional right

your government will suppress?

As the psalmist
taught us to say,

"Blessed be the Lord,
my rock and my firm,

"and keen strength who
teaches my hands to war

and my fingers to fight!"

(Crowd cheering, booing)

MAN:
Help me with the wheel
here, will ya?

(Townsfolk indistinctly
chattering)

MAN 2:
And I don't know what to do!

(Townsfolk chattering)

(Logan sighing)

Something giving you that
urgent look, Sheriff?

I rue the day that Price
rolled into town.

(Sighing)

PRICE:
Sheriff!

I want whoever's responsible

for this crime
in jail by sundown!

Good for you. Let me know
when you find him.

My brand-new printin' press
lies in pieces!

All my equipment destroyed!

They tried to burn
the place down!

Do you have any idea
who did it?

Well, a Yankee, obviously.

Somebody scared of the truth.

Someone who thinks I can be shut
down. But they're wrong.

I want the culprit
apprehended.

Well, first, I got
a murder to solve.

You're next in line.

I will not be silenced!

In the words of
the Prophet Isaiah,

"Behold! It is written
before me,

"I will not keep silent,
but I will repay,

"both their own iniquities

and the iniquities
of their fathers."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Sighing)

WILL:
You know, I never
did trust someone

always quoting scripture.

My dear mother
quotes scripture.

Really?

(In Southern accent:)
"From you comes the theme of my
praise in the great assembly!"

Or so says the scripture.

Join me for my soul-saving
revival meetin'.

Right here, tonight.

SHANAHAN:
You better not be accusin' me
of anything, Cranston!

All I'm saying is you
were plenty worked up

about Price's paper yesterday,

and today,
his place is a wreck!

I ain't sayin' I ain't happy
about what happened,

but there are plenty others
who'd like to see

that traitorous
bastard get his.

Are you callin' a Confederate
general a traitor?!

Well, Cranston, ain't you
quick on the uptake?

You son of a--

Yeah, I killed plenty
of Rebs already.

I'm happy to add you
to the list.

Brothers. Stop it!

Enough strife and anger,
enough sinfulness!

He started it!

I did not.
KATE:
Brothers, cease.

God knows what's in your hearts.

Only He will judge you.

Tell him!

PRICE:
Good lady!

That was an impressive display
of righteousness

and moral courage.

Thank you, sir.

General Sterling Price,
retired.

And I have the honour
of addressing...?

Sister Beatrice Mulgrew.
Here on God's work.

Well, any way that I can help
a lady serving the Lord?

You could attend my revival
meetin' this evening.

But, of course, my schedule
is difficult.

Are you right
with God, General?

I believe I am.

KATE:
The spirit must be fed,

through fellowship,
and revival,

and discussions
on Godly matters.

No one should go long
without such things.

Indeed.

Sister, it would be
my very great privilege

to buy you lunch
and talk further.

Might I ask you to meet me here
in thirty minutes' time?

I believe I can
accommodate you, General.

Until then.

I need to talk to you.

Well, I'm sure you do!

One look tells me you are
clearly in difficulty

with the Lord.

Perhaps you could come
to my revival meeting

this evening?

Right, the, uhh,
the difficulty,

with, uhh, God working
in mysterious ways...

Difficulty with that bonnet's
more like it.

(In normal accent:)
What's wrong with my bonnet?

Reminds me of my grade three
teacher, Mrs. Dunk.

Used to give me a strap
on a daily basis.

Well I'm sure
you deserved it.

Anyway, this disguise
is working.

I'm meeting Price for lunch
in a little while.

Oh. Let's hope
he's ready to confess.

The man's on a mission.
Ready to spread the word.

What did you need to talk
to me about, anyway?

I'm not making much progress
on the agent's murder.

Yeah, I found the
silversmith's card

in the salesman's hotel room,

but that doesn't
exactly seal it.

The silversmith's not likely
to confess to anything

based on a found card.
We need more.

(Sighing)
I'll go see what Logan has.

If anything.

WILL: What do you know
about the silversmith?

Sam Cranston.

Came to town a couple years ago,
set up his business.

Never caused trouble.

He's a Confederate vet, right?

Like half the town.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

No reason?

Well, it's not important.
Thanks.

I must thank you again
for your hospitality, General.

I consider it tithing.

Giving to support the work of
an evangelist such as yourself.

It must be difficult travelling
this country on your own.

The Lord protects me,
until he does not.

And that, too,
would be his will.

Precisely how I feel.

Cholera's spread by water,
General.

Are you that sure
of the Lord?

Yes. But I carry my private
supply, just in case.

I'm relieved.

We don't want to lose you.

The hardest part
of my calling is...

want of someone
to talk to.

Not in the everyday sense,
I mean, of course.

But rather someone to witness
with, and to share with,

and discuss matters
of the spirit.

It is hard to find someone

who understands the sense
of being-- Of being called...

On a mission.

You understand.

I too have a calling,
Sister.

I have been tasked by God
to right grievous wrongs.

To end iniquities.

Such as...?

The current
state of affairs.

The unjust and incorrect end
to the recent war.

Ah.

The Lord has called me
to restore the old order

and to build a new
and greater Confederacy,

true to the rights
of sovereign states,

and the property rights
of all white men.

Has the Lord shown you how
to accomplish your mission?

It begins here
in Kansas City.

The Guardian is the first
of many papers

I shall open
across the state.

I shall preach the truth.

I will create a thirst
for a savior

from our current morass,

and then I will retake
the governor's office.

From there,
things will move rapidly.

A declaration
of sovereignty.

That will mean war.

Blood will be required.

Significant resources.
Money?

Money will be no object.

Will there be blood?

Yes.

But as the Psalms say,

"he shall wash his feet
in the blood of the wicked."

Kate, I went to go see
the silversmith, Cranston.

The one who was fighting
with the farmer?

He's not fighting
with him anymore.

Cranston's been shot dead.

So the silversmith
was killed.

We know he's been in contact
with the stationery salesman,

because I found
his business card

in the salesman's
hotel room.

But the salesman
was a government agent

investigating Price.

And after what you heard
at lunch,

it seems that the state
had a very good reason

to keep tabs on Price.
I'm telling you, Will,

I mean, this man, he thinks
he's on a divine mission.

I'd say he has
delusions of grandeur,

but he has the history
and contacts to cause real evil.

Damn, almost forgot.

Look what I found
at the silversmith's.

Silver dome spike.

Standard tool of the trade
for a smith.

Yeah, yeah,
but look at the shape of it.

Sharp on one end,
heavy blunt object on the other.

The shape matches the head wound
on the governor's agent.

And the other end accounts
for the puncture wounds.

Silversmith
killed the agent.

But why?

And who killed
the silversmith?

And why?

(Grunting)

(Indistinct chattering)

You!

Come and lift
with the boys.

I'd like to, sir,
but I work for Sister Beatrice

and she's waiting for me.

She'll understand.
Take the side of that crate.

Well, sir, I have to get back
to Sister Beatrice.

You say no to me?

Bring him in here, boys.

Hey--

(Grunting)

You know what
this is, boy?

Sulfuric acid.

You know what it does?

Now imagine what it does
to the eyes.

(Whimpering)

The spirit is upon me, boy,

fortunately for you.

You can keep
those eyes of yours.

Just don't ever
tell me no again.

A little correction,
for reminder.

(Screaming)

Sister Beatrice.

It's a miracle
you've come to town.

I need a moment of your time.

I'm occupied at the moment.

Please come
to the meeting tonight.

He'll be dead by tonight.

Who will be dead?
My husband.

He has cholera.
Cholera's in town.

That doesn't mean he has it.
Take him to the doctor.

He's past a doctor.

There's watery flux,
and his face is turning black.

Oh.
I love him.

And now he's like to die,
and the sin will be on me.

But you had nothing
to do with it.

I sinned against him.

(Sighing)

We sin against God,
not man.

Now let me call
a doctor for you.

He's away so long, on the summer
hunts, and it makes me angry.

So angry that I...

I went with another man
while he was gone.

And now he's like to die.

And if I don't
tell him what I did,

he can't forgive me.

But if I do tell him,
will he not die betrayed?

I have to think on that.

You're a woman
of God, Sister.

He will speak
right through you.

Honour your conscience.

Do what's best.

I'll pray for you.

Hey, where are you going?

I just heard that Logan
arrested a suspect

in the silversmith murder.

I don't have any idea who.

Well unless Sheriff Logan
has solid evidence,

which I doubt, it's premature.
It could harm our case.

Which explains my haste.
Fill you in later.

Uh-uh-uh, Pinkerton.

I saw him first.
My arrest, my credit.

Shanahan's your suspect?

Farmer Shanahan over there
is a former Union soldier

who, might I stress,
publicly threatened

to kill Cranston yesterday.

That's pretty circumstantial,
Sheriff.

Well, it's damn good
circumstance--

Circums--

It's damn good.

Do you have the gun he used?
No.

And before you ask,
I do not have the murder weapon

that killed the salesman.
Well, a town awash

with murder weapons,
and you can't seem to find one.

Can you?

John, what happened
to your neck?

It's nothing.

Nothing a beer can't fix,
anyhow.

You're hurt.

The skin's almost charred.
What did you do?

Just a little accident.

John.

I had an encounter
with General Price.

What kind of encounter?

There you go, sir.

What kind of encounter?

A disciplinary one.

Just wanted
to wish you well

before your meeting tonight,
Sister.

Why did you harm Mr. Bell?

Oh, calm yourself, now.

Your boy resisted orders,
is all.

You had no right to order him
to do anything.

I'm a white man and a general
in the Confederate States Army.

That gives me the right.

Have you lost faith
in my mission, Sister Beatrice?

I surely hope not.

No. No, of course not.

There, there, now.
All is well.

Yes. All is well.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I have to find some privacy
to pray for your success.

PRICE:
A black man drinking
in a proper hotel.

Don't get used to it.

(Door closing)

Is that liquor?

It's a cordial.

Oh. I stand corrected.

(Inhaling and exhaling)

I have to tell you
something.

It's about me.
Sit down.

Really? The mysterious
Mrs. Warne

is going to tell me
something about herself?

Okay.

Let me get settled.

Your father invented the art
of spying in this country.

I was his first
female agent.

I'm very aware of that.

Sterling Price brought on
a new kind of war.

I mean,
he slaughtered people.

Black people especially.

Stole their children,
sold or hanged them.

And?

You father had a mission,

one which I willingly
volunteered for.

If all it took to stop Price
was a compromise of honour,

it would have been a sin
not to do it.

And whose honour
are we talking about?

Will, you know very well
whose honour.

Please just...

Please listen.

I put myself
in the path of an officer

on General Price's staff.

The Lieutenant Harris
you spoke of.

Charlie?

Yes.

He was young,
and passionate.

The thing was not hard to do.

I quickly gained access
to the General's supply routes,

orders of battle which I relayed
to the Union forces.

And they defeated Price
at Yuka and Corinth.

Well, that's good work.

It cost the general
6,222 men.

That's war, Kate.

Including Charlie.

Turned out he kept a diary.

With details
about you in it?

Wait a minute, how did Price
not recognize you?

He never saw me.

I crossed over Union lines
before things came to light.

Price shot Charlie.

And I'm sure he died believing
it had all been a mistake.

That I would never use him
in such a way.

Will, towards the end, I...

I know I shouldn't,
but...

I had feelings for him.

I really did.

And that's why
you're after Price.

People hurt each other
for specific reasons.

Greed, anger, passion.

But Price?

He had and has no reasons.

He's simply evil.

Now, I may not
be a woman of God,

but I will not
abide the devil.

He burned John Bell today.

What do you mean,
he burned him?

On the neck and shoulders,
with sulfuric acid.

He burned him because
of the colour of his skin.

Wait, he used sulfuric acid?

What does it matter
what he used?

Because handling acid
is dangerous.

Why wouldn't Price
just use fire?

He had it on hand
for a different purpose.

What else would you use
sulfuric acid for?

(Gasping softly)

WOMAN:
Mr. Johnson,

how are you today?

Sulfuric acid is used
in the manufacture

of printing plates
on certain machines.

Including this one?
No.

These pieces are from
an R.M. Hoe rotary press.

It's a new design.
Doesn't use sulfuric acid.

So why does Price
have the acid?

(Sighing)

Will, the kind of press that
uses sulfuric acid,

it prints money.

He told me that money
would be no object.

The general's printing
counterfeit currency

to finance his takeover
of the state.

We got to find
that printing press.

The Bushwhacker camp
outside of Mission Hills.

Go and check there.
And you?

I'll see what else
I can find in here.

Will, go quickly.

But don't interact
with them.

You either.

Will, I told you not--

Told him to what?

Let's get you
to General Price.

Of course.

I'm glad to see you, Sister.

I've got a Bible verse
that troubles me.

I could do
with elucidation.

Whatever my poor skills
may offer, General.

It is from Isaiah 29,
verse 12.

"The men that pursue her
need not tire themselves.

At mating time
they will find her."

What do you suppose
that means?

Well, sir, the wonders
of Isaiah are many.

And then, of course,
he is thought to have been

several different authors,

so it can be hard to say
who's speaking

at any given time.

But it is not hard to know

that the quotation
is not from Isaiah, Sister,

but rather from Jeremiah.

It seems strange that a preacher
woman would not know that.

Consider me rebuked.

I thought there was something
familiar about you, Sister,

but I couldn't
quite place it.

You seemed to be pretending
to religion.

Skillfully, mind you.

But I didn't know why.

And then that idea of a woman
pretending to be someone else

brought to mind
a previous situation.

A soldier on my staff
in the late conflict.

Fine young man.

Sensitive and brave.

But innocent,
and blind to the ways of women.

I was in the far West
during the war.

He rapidly betrayed
his country,

his friends, and himself.

I had to shoot him,
of course,

but I still
remember him fondly.

In fact, just the other day
I took out his diary

after I saw you speak.

It details his love
for the treacherous woman.

It isn't terribly
well written,

as his talents did not run
to the literary sphere.

But he had considerable skill
as an artist.

(Grunting)

(Urinating)

(Sighing)

(Grunting)

That's for wetting up
my boots.

I suggest you're the Union spy

that cost me so much
at Corinth.

And you're a killer.
No.

I defended the human race
against slave rebellions.

They weren't slaves.
They were emancipated.

God cursed the sons of Ham
to be slaves to all nations,

and slaves, by definition,
are not human.

You can no more murder
a black man than you can a dog.

All men are human.

Ephesians 6, verse 5.

"Slaves, obey
your earthly masters

with fear and trembling."

The devil quotes scripture
for his purpose.

Besides, madam,

which of us
is the killer here?

I lost 6,000 men at Corinth.

They died from your
incompetence.

And Charlie Harris
died from your whoring!

Your turn as Sister Beatrice,

as beguiling as it was,

leaves one question
unanswered.

Whom do I have the pleasure
of addressing?

Mrs. Kate Warne,

with the Pinkertons
National Detective Agency.

The Pinkertons.

Might have guessed it.

Union puppets.

General Sterling Price,

I arrest you in the name
of the government of Missouri,

of which I am
a deputized agent.

On what charge?

Counterfeiting.

A vile and groundless
accusation.

Your newspaper provides cover
for printing false currency,

which you'll use
to finance your election.

If they ever find your body,

which I sincerely doubt,

so vast are the plains
in the West,

no one will care
what occurred.

A white woman
travelling alone.

Savages not yet driven off.

You'll have to get me
out of the hotel first.

By steamer trunk.

After we bleed you out
in the bath.

Take her.

I see you've got everything
in hand here, as usual.

Put down the gun.
I don't think so.

My man will shoot her.

Well, then I'll shoot you
and him.

You won't kill us both.

You'd never know.

You'd be dead
before I shot him.

You didn't get to be
this big a man

by making bad decisions,
General.

So what do you propose?

You surrender
and we arrest you.

PRICE:
Declined.

My position remains strong.

You tired of this?

And hungry too.

Very well.

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

Your weapon.

I think not.

She'll shoot you, General.

Again, I think not.

Like yourselves,
I'm hungry.

And you have nothing
you can prove, Pinkertons.

Found this in your little
printing press.

Worth 15 years
at Leavenworth.

PRICE:
I do not own a printing press.

I saw one in
the camp of some friends,

but I did not buy it
and do not operate it.

I doubt you'll shoot me
in the back

in a hotel
full of witnesses.

I suppose I do
owe you dinner, though.

You can join me
in the dining room if you like.

The butter here
in Kansas City

is of the finest grade,
don't you think?

I'll have a drink,
long as you're paying, General.

Care for some
fortification?

I'm a Christian man.
I do not drink spirits.

Never have.

Well, I'll have a whisky.

That's not a sight
long for this world.

KATE:
All men are free, General,

since the war you lost,
remember?

You, boy,
fetch us some whisky.

He will not
fetch you anything.

You heard me, boy.

Yes, I did.

No hard feelings, General,
but the war is over.

We must all learn
to get along.

You sassing me, boy?

No, sir.

Just the facts.

The facts are
I shall restore the old order

and build a new
and greater Confederacy,

true to the rights
of sovereign states,

and the property rights
of all white men.

Property rights?
Call it what it is, General.

Slavery?
It is not an evil term.

The Israelites of old
held slaves.

Titus 2:9,
"Tell slaves to be submissive

"to their masters,

and to give satisfaction
in every respect."

Well, that's the thing.

Folks find the right verse,
the right slant.

They do things
they know are wrong,

and they can't
live with that.

But I can. And live well.

So they turn to religion,

find some verse
and shame it with hate.

This your idea
of getting along well, boy?

Justify anything
you want, General.

But deep down, you know.

And it'll plague you
if there's a God in Heaven.

And by the way,

that's not where
you're headed.

Surprisingly eloquent
for an African.

Oh, and you have
nothing on me

or you would have
arrested me by now.

You admitted to me
that you were counterfeiting.

I said no such thing.

We have you with the plate
in your possession.

It's not my camp.

And I've passed
no counterfeit money.

You have nothing.

The government agent realized
that Cranston the silversmith

was working on
a counterfeiting plate.

So Cranston killed the agent
and left him in the alley.

He then brought the plates
to you, which was a mistake,

because you promptly
had him killed as well.

A claim for which
there is no shred of evidence.

Although there may be charges
against people

for impersonating
religious figures.

Since I am leaving

for St. Louis in the morning
a free man,

free from the slightest trace
of legal suspicion,

I would like to propose
a toast.

To me, and to this nation's
magnificent future.

(Indistinct chattering)

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

I can't believe we didn't
jail him for something.

Hey, we did good work.

He just hadn't done anything
that we could prove, that's all.

KATE:
But to see his evil
go unpunished.

It's galling, Will.

It's absolutely galling.

MAN:
Hyah! Hyah!

I was just at the hotel.

Overheard the doctor say
Price might have the cholera.

But how? He travelled with his
own supply of water.

Which he left unattended,
or so I'm told.

You mean someone
put cholera-infected water

into his private supply?

It's possible, I guess.

But with cholera,
half die and half recover.

So it's really
up to the Lord.

Let him decide how to deal
with a man like Price.

You don't think John--

No, no, no, no, Kate.

Half the town would have been
more than happy to do it.

Myself included.
Well, you didn't.

No.

But I suppose
we'll never know.

WOMAN:
Sister! Sister Beatrice! Oh!

The most wonderful thing
has happened.

I heard your words
and I acted on them.

You did?

I told my husband everything
while I still could.

Oh! And Sister,

right there
in the shadow of death,

he forgave me.

He forgave my sin
against him,

and told me others
of his own.

And, Sister,
we cried together.

And we swore we'd meet in Heaven
when we die.

And then this morning,
he was better.

The cholera was weaker.

And now he's like to live,
and it's all because of you.

Oh, I doubt I had anything
to do with it.

Oh, all glory to the Lord,
of course.

But you were
His instrument.

You gave me to know
what I must do,

which is tell the truth.

And the truth
has set me free.

Oh, that's right there
in the Bible, isn't it?

I suppose it is,
somewhere.

(Laughing)
I have to rush back.

I hope to get some food in him
by tomorrow.

Oh!

Truly, truly,
God is great.

And I know Him through you.

Let's hope she doesn't find out
who you really are.

(Sighing)

And if she does,
maybe she can fill me in.

Buy you breakfast?

Since when can you
afford breakfast?

I came into money recently.

ANNOUNCER:
Next week, on The Pinkertons...

KATE:
She was murdered.

Isabelle O'Shaughnessy.

WILL:
Logan was obsessed with her.

Yeah, he didn't want anyone else
to have her if he couldn't.

LOGAN:
We were planning a life.

Who killed Isabelle?
LOGAN: It was Chance.

WILL: Chance is dead.
LOGAN: Did I kill him?

WILL:
What else are you lying about?

KATE:
We have to arrest you, Sheriff.

Chance murdered her,
or you did!

I don't know,
but I am going to find out!