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(Wind howling)

Not even in Chicago would we see a storm like this.

Oh, had a few storms like this back in Ithaca.

Ithaca?

Upstate New York. Close to where I grew up.

Ithaca... okay.

I hope Kenji gets in soon, before we're snowed in.

Don't they have snow in Japan?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, he'll make it.

But he went out alone.

I mean, that's dangerous, to say the least.

He's a bounty hunter.

He takes his chances.

Considering who he's bringing in...

Yeah. There's that.

I don't know. Maybe bringing the trial to KC from Jefferson City

wasn't the best idea.

Considering the crime,

there's be no chance he'd have a fair trial there.

Considering the weather,

I don't think there's a chance of having a trial here at all.

All your pop-eye got laid in before the storm,

thank goodness.

My pleasure, but forgive me if I take umbrage

at you referring to my fine liquors as "pop-eye".

Oh, my apologies, Mr. Clay.

Accepted.

I guess those of us stranded in here are the lucky ones.

Nobody would last last long out there in this cold.

You ever see a man freeze to death?

Are you meaning to say you have?

You watched a man die from the cold,

and you did nothing?

It's quite strange, really.

The skin gets so cold, feels like it's burning.

So they remove their clothes, all of them.

They die, thinking they're warm.

Quite horrible, really.

And these clothes that are removed,

I'm guessing you found a use for them, somehow?

Wouldn't be alive today if I didn't.

And how did this come to pass,

you finding yourself in a live-and-let-die situation?

Poor luck, bad timing,

and a lack of fine liquor.

Well, I wish we had more food, and wood for burning.

All the damn trains are snowed in.

We'll be fine whatever the time frame.

The trial will happen.

My testimony on the proper operation and maintenance

of alcohol stills will be the nail in Mudd's coffin.

You seal it shut, Mr. Clay.

Whiskey.

My sympathies...

We're all gettin' cold here, Miss Annalee.

I'm doing my best, Miss Eaton.

Enjoy your pop-eye.

Girl's in over her head, Clay.

She's as good as any businessman I've ever met.

Tough, and her word is bond.

No, we're not saying a word to Annalee.

She runs this place.

She has a right to know who's in her hotel.

Under normal circumstances, yes.

But we both know how much harm he's caused her

and how much she hates him.

Do you not trust her?

Yes, of course, but all I'm saying is

maybe we should confiscate

that sawed-off she has behind the bar.

It won't come to that.

You sure?

It's Annalee.

I mean, I've seen how agitated she can get.

Well you just have that effect on people.

You're jealous.

(Laughing)

Can't believe I didn't see it.

That's all right, you and your games.

I'm flattered.

Don't be.

Ah, there's Kenji.

Told you he'd make it.

Is he here? Yeah.

I just delivered him to the US Marshal.

Upstairs in room four.

Oh, wait...

Do you have snow in Japan?

Yeah... and some snow monkeys.

Mrs. Warne.

Will.

Marshal Tucker. Glad you could make it in.

Me too, but all credit's to your Japanese fella there.

He's the one that collared Jeremiah Mudd

and hauled him in through all this snow.

Mrs. Kate,

I wouldn't try to escape now you're here.

That'd just be rude.

Plus, I'd shoot you, Mr. Mudd.

You'd shoot an innocent man?

You got thirteen charges of felony murder sticking to you.

Might not want to be so cavalier about that.

I did not kill those people.

Law says otherwise.

Why would I set my own whiskey still on fire?

Especially with 13 squatters living in that building.

Even if it wasn't deliberate,

your cheap still exploded. 13 people died.

You're guilty of felony murder.

And that's a hangin' offence, Mr. Mudd.

I never built a bad still in my life.

It's a set-up. Don't you Pinks get that?

We do not.

Your still killed two families; men, women and children.

Prove I did that.

Ain't no proof.

Law thinks it's so damned smart.

(Creaking)

(Gunshot)

Stay with him!

Who's shooting?

A man... with a mask.

Down the stairs.

What's he shooting at?

I think... me.

I'll look after Kenji, you go find the shooter.

(Moaning)

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

(Woman screaming)

Sorry.

Shh-shh-shh...

Anyone in there?

Lock your door.

No, no, no, no. I'm sure it's fine.

Will! What the hell's going on?

Everything is fine, okay?

Gun went off by mistake.

My gun.

Really?

Yes. Really.

Will, is something going on?

Everything is under control, all right? Trust me.

Everything's all right, folks.

Gun went off by accident, no harm done.

Oh, God. Help!

Okay.

Aahh... It's okay!

It's gonna be okay.

(Moaning)

I see my bounty hunter got his reward.

Shut up.

There is no pain... there is no pain...

Get something for bandages.

Bullet went in here.

Oh, no.

It's still lodged in there.

I can feel it moving...

with my heart.

Who was it?

Probably an associate of Mudd's.

Why is everything always my fault?

Shut up!

Not very ladylike, Missy.

I swear to you, if that was one of your people,

we will find them and everyone else who tried.

You're cute when you're boastful. I like that.

Or maybe someone's coming to kill him.

A lot of hate out there, seeing as what you done.

And a lot of that it down in the saloon.

I didn't kill no one.

Here, put pressure on this.

I have to see what medical supplies Annalee has on hand.

(Kenji gasping, groaning)

I heard the gunshot. Everyone did.

Tell me straight and I'll keep quiet.

Kenji was shot.

Oh... for the love of--

How bad is it?

He's bleeding out.

Why? Will's trying to find out.

It wasn't an accident, it was deliberate.

No, I mean, why didn't Will just tell me that?

He didn't want to rattle people.

Well, he rattled me.

I need hot water and towels. Quietly.

Sure.

But what the hell is going on in there?

Annalee, I have to see to Kenji.

Please, just trust me.

Yeah, that's what Will said.

Please.

(Groaning)

MUDD: I figure he's not gonna make it.

It all comes down to choices.

Some work out.

Others, not so good.

He wanted to cash in my life for what, a bounty fee?

Now he's the one paying.

You talk too much!

It's been said.

And your problem is simple.

You don't listen too good.

That's why callin' yourself a detective

is a laughable offence.

Who's there?

Annalee.

I got the water and towels.

Hold this. Quick!

How's he doing?

Kenji? He should be fine.

You don't sound very convinced...

No... he'll be okay.

Do you needs some help in there?

I did some nursing back in '62.

That's okay.

He needs his space.

What, you got a crowd in there or something?

Damn, Will, that's cold!

Were you outside?

Checking the storm.

Snowing harder and getting colder.

You had to go outside to find that out?

Yeah.

Uh, Will, I need your help.

Oh, right.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Find anything outside?

No fresh tracks leaving the hotel.

Mudd's pal is still inside.

No friend of mine,

considering I'm still chained here like some animal.

Shut your hole.

MUDD: So sayeth the law.

MUDD: Big man, ain't ya?

Kate, the storm's worse.

Snow's already four feet deep and no end in sight.

Do we have any idea where the doctor is?

Well, unless he was in town when the storm started,

he's probably snowed in like everyone else.

I'm gonna go look at the saloon closer,

see if I can put a face to the shooter.

Be careful.

Aww... she cares.

I'm gonna put a muzzle on you.

The bleeding's not stopping.

This bullet has to come out.

In my purse there's a leather case.

Bring it to me.

Kenji, it's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

A lock pick?

I have to be ready for anything.

Okay, first I have to sterilize this.

Go down to the saloon and get a bottle of whiskey.

I like to be ready for anything.

Kenji, this is gonna hurt.

(Moaning)

(Screaming)

I think I can feel the end of it.

He's really bleeding.

(Kenji screaming)

I got it!

(Gunshots)

(Wind howling)

Will?

Will!

Move! Move! Will!

He drew down. Had to be done.

Are you okay?

Better than him.

Come here.

ANNALEE: All right, everybody, just calm down...

Is that Kenji's shooter?

Yeah.

I recognized him from Mudd's bootlegging operation

out in Shawnee.

So he was here to spring his boss.

I saw Cyril Clay was here too.

He had under-the-table dealings with Mudd.

Must be here for the trial.

I doubt he's here as a defence witness.

How's Kenji?

The bullet's out, but I can't stop the bleeding.

There's only so much I can do.

Annalee.

I was wondering when you'd pay me a visit.

It's been a while.

Come to say hello, have ya?

Oh, I'm not here to say hello, Jeremiah.

Your perfume says otherwise.

It says... "open for business."

You disgust me.

I like that, the way that rolls off your tongue.

Sounds inviting.

You think I'd forget you took some of my girls?

Dragged 'em away.

Beat them. Drugged them.

They drugged themselves.

You made them work the miner camps.

They was free to leave any time.

Those women didn't last long because of you.

I can't recall them girls complaining

when the money was good.

They didn't have a choice, growing up the way they did.

Everyone has choices.

Yourself included.

Gonna give me a shave?

I hear I clean up real good.

Those girls...

they were good girls.

I cared for them.

But you never came looking to buy 'em back, did you?

Selling 'em off, that's your game.

Shows how much you cared.

They didn't deserve to be tossed aside by you

when you were done with them.

Tossed aside, or worse.

They was past their prime.

And you are just about to pass yours.

Annalee!

The bastard deserves it, Will, and we all know why.

KATE: Annalee, give me the razor.

Annalee.

The razor, now.

When were you going to tell me

that this rat bastard was stinking up my hotel?

We didn't have a choice.

Logan's cell was full, and when all the trains shut down,

there was no place else to put him.

Where's the Marshal?

Gone a while ago to go get more water for your Japanese.

He should be back by now.

I'll go check.

Put the corpse in the shed.

She's lying, ain't she? The Pinkerton agent.

Mudd's upstairs.

Here?

Sweet Jesus...

The judge and the prosecutor

were supposed to be in from Jefferson City by now.

Damn this storm.

You're not safe with him up there.

There is nothing to worry about, Mr. Clay.

Mudd's in chains.

He's got a US marshal on him and the Pinkertons.

That's a comfort.

Comfort?

One of Mudd's men shot in a rescue attempt?

That was one of Mudd's men, wasn't it?

That tracks for me.

There'll be more coming.

They won't think twice about killing everyone in this hotel

to free Mudd.

We need to deal with him.

I almost did.

He killed 13 people.

Burned them to death.

And I know what he did to your girls. We spoke of that.

I don't like him any more than you do, Mr. Clay.

But there are... lines...

a good person should not cross.

Even if they have every reason to.

(Sighing)

(Shivering)

My sympathies.

Thank you. That's kind.

Can't imagine what you must be going through.

It's not easy.

And have to sit through a trial

and listen to Mudd spew his lies.

Might even weasel his way out of it.

That's no justice.

If he wasn't holed up in that jail cell...

I'd kill him myself.

That's just it.

He's not in a jail cell.

He's up in a hotel room, nice and cozy.

while the rest of us are down here

huddling together to stay warm.

What? How do you know this?

I was speaking to Annalee.

That was one of Mudd's men that got killed.

Let me at him!

You won't get past a US marshal

and two Pinkerton agents by yourself.

I am not the only person in this place who lost kin in that fire.

And there's more of us than there are of them.

I think...

given the circumstances...

all you and your families have been through...

a true gentleman would not stand in your way.

KATE: The cause of death is obviously a blow to the head.

Yeah, the pitcher's heavy enough to crack his skull.

Wait.

(Sniffing)

Doctors during the war, they used to treat burns

with linseed oil and paint.

Mudd couldn't have done this.

And his buddy was dead before Tucker left the room.

So whoever did this is still in the hotel.

(Wind blowing)

Allow me.

You've known Mudd almost as long as I have.

You know what he does... to everyone.

He gets away with it because people are afraid of him.

You're just afraid of him

because you used to do dealings on the side with him,

way back when, cutting out your old business partner.

Bullington was a great salesman

but a reckless and wasteful businessman.

I'd have gone bankrupt without Mudd.

So now you're on the straight and narrow,

afraid your dealings with Mudd will come out in the courts

for the world to hear, except those in the know, of course.

I admit... I'm ashamed of my mistakes,

but you're not hearing me.

That man, and his men,

will get us all killed in here.

I'm aware of that.

He's ruthless, vengeful,

and backed into a corner.

As long as he's alive--

What's your point?

We tell them he's upstairs.

Not one of them hasn't heard about the fire he set.

And?

We let their outrage deal with him.

Before his men come in and deal with us.

Cyril...

I want Mudd dead.

Then you agree with me.

Agree with you? To risk the Pinks' lives and the marshal,

so a mob of these people

can go up there and rip that bastard apart?

I'm excitable, I know.

And I care what he done to my girls.

I am barely holdin' on to my decency when it comes to that.

But I have to.

We are not tellin' a soul that Mudd is here.

It may be too late.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

I have just been informed

that the man who set the fire

that killed my sister and her children,

Jeremiah Mudd,

is upstairs, right now, in this hotel.

(Crowd exclaiming)

What did you do?

No one think for one second

of taking the law into your own hands.

You're protecting him?

She's protecting him! The liar, thief, murderer.

She knew the whole time!

As despicable as Mudd is, his reckoning will come.

Proper. By the law.

Not if he breaks out and his men come in here shooting!

I say we hang his godless, miserable self!

(Crowd cheering)

There is a US marshal guarding him until the trial.

And Pinkertons.

Fine. You wanna kill him? Then go ahead,

and have warrants on all your heads for his murder.

Edwina.

Even your kin know this ain't the way.

You cross me again, you're not gonna like the result.

This is my house.

You got it?

(Cracking)

Oh, Lord.

It's all the snow...

Careful.

The roof's giving way.

Relax. We have to get out of here.

Downstairs?

If he's got a friend down there that killed a US Marshal--

We'll deal with it.

(Shouting in Japanese)

Okay.

Unlock me! Get me out!

Will, my picks are on the table.

It's okay. It's okay. Come on.

The hell you doing?

Shut up.

C'mon, dammit!

Mudd, if you don't shut the hell up, I'm gonna leave you here.

Go! Go!

Move!

It's okay. It's okay. I've got you.

Look out!

Go!

WILL: Back stairs! Go! Go! Go!

Will! Kate!

CLAY: Don't! Don't do it!

Are you all right?

Yeah, made it down the back staircase, or what's left of it.

Sit down.

Don't worry. It wasn't the whole roof.

Good.

So isn't this fine?

Mudd's loose.

Loose? You do see the Pinks, right?

Where's the marshal?

He met with an accident.

Someone bashed his skull in.

Lots of entertainment today.

Shut up.

I guess that whole "gun went off by accident" story

was meant to quiet us fools.

So who was it you shot down, Pinkerton?

And who killed the marshal?

Edwina, everything is under control.

This look like control to anyone?

KATE: They're all armed.

Will, they're armed.

I got it.

Folks, there's no need for panic

or something that you can't take back.

So I'm'a need all your weapons on that table, right now.

You must be joking.

Your friend there is dying and two men are dead.

Give up our guns?

That's right. Hand 'em over.

No.

You wouldn't.

Yes, I would.

Annalee.

Go.

WILL: Let's go, Bill. Your knife too.

I'll take that gun in your boot, too.

Come on.

How is he?

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's sweating, his lips are turning blue.

(Speaking Japanese)

He's delirious. I think we're losing him.

Now what, Pinkertons?

You got our guns and knives

and Mudd's sittin' there laughin' at all of us.

Lady, I don't know who you are,

but you got a big mouth and does it look like I'm laughin'?

You wanna know who I am?

I don't care.

My sister and her children died in the fire you set.

That is who I am.

Well, they didn't die by my hand, sister.

But they died.

Even a man like me has feelings about that.

How dare you?

How dare you?!

This man is going to stand trial.

And if he tries to escape, we will stop him.

We will shoot him if we have to.

You could've left that part out.

Shut up!

We should shoot him right now.

(Crowd agreeing)

(Speaking Japanese)

Kenji...

Somebody gonna stop him or not?

(Speaking Japanese)

Shoot him! Shoot the murderer! Shoot him!

KATE: Kenji, no!

(Moaning)

It's okay. It's okay, Kenji.

Get your guns.

ANNALEE: Will? Uh...

Fingers off your triggers, folks.

We won't have any accidents.

Stop it. Stop it, all of you!

We got nothing against you Pinkertons, or Miss Annalee...

but Jeremiah Mudd killed my kin,

and the blood of others.

Bad as you can kill somebody.

You keep saying about a trial?

We say do it now.

That right?

CROWD: Yeah!

I'm a rough man; I don't deny it!

I make whiskey and do other things

a proper man would not be proud of.

But burnin' folks alive ain't one of those things.

Yeah, I built that still, but it was blowed up!

Sabotage!

You're a filthy, murdering liar, Mudd.

We should hang you right here, right now!

(Gunshot)

You think you have the right to decide?

If it was you being charged,

would you want to be heard, and have your say?

A trial is everyone's right.

And a trial needs a judge, witnesses and testimony,

not a mob and some rope!

(Roof creaking)

Watch out!

Let's do this, Mudd.

You tell your lies

and this jury of citizens will sit in judgment.

Kate... Kenji.

I know.

Excuse me, but...

It seems to me your "jury of citizens"

has already made up its mind.

You want him to talk, Pinkerton, let him talk.

We'll do him the courtesy to listen.

Fair enough.

You kidding me?

Miss Annalee...

you've had dealings with Mudd.

Perhaps you'd like the opportunity

to ask him a few questions?

Me?

She had a razor to my throat.

She's motivated to see you hang, but she is not a vigilante.

I'll admit,

I want to see the finish of you, Jeremiah Mudd...

I want to hear voices raised against you.

And I wanna see them bind your hands

and lead you to the gallows.

Some defence.

You set your still on fire, or did you just build it so badly

that it caught fire and killed those people?

You don't understand.

None of you do.

I'm a professional.

I don't cut no corners.

I build a still, it's solid and true.

Ain't no way it catches fire,

less someone put a torch to it.

That's your defence? "Someone" set your still on fire?

That's right.

And who is that "someone"?

I got no idea.

And what reason do we have to believe you?

Because like it or not,

I know I'm telling no lies.

(Roof creaking)

This ain't no trial.

We're just buying time, unless you have a better idea.

Yeah. Give them a reason not to want to kill Mudd.

We have to wait the storm out

so the judge and prosecutor can get here.

We just need to keep some calm is all.

And failing that?

We go on with the trial and we try and keep Kenji from dying.

What are his odds?

Without a doctor?

Could you go stay with him?

What do you wanna do if they decide that Mudd's guilty?

We take them on.

You sure about that?

First three or four won't be a problem, but after that...

People will die.

There's no way around it.

(Cracking)

If one of those support beams goes, we're done.

Before this place kills us all, can we get back to the matter?

Mr. Mudd...

You built a still in the Jefferson City warehouse.

Bootlegger's gotta have a still.

KATE: And how many stills have you built over the years?

Dunno... couple hundred.

Any of them explode?

No.

WILL: What about Effingham, in 1864?

Wasn't me.

In '64, I was in Duff Green's Row in Washington.

Six months a prisoner, six months a guard.

So you're telling us that despite being a bootlegger,

a gun-runner, and a purveyor of women, you're a decent man?

All things considered, yes, I am.

Mr. Mudd, I am trying to find one reason

why these men should not kill you here tonight.

'Cause the morning after the fire,

I snuck in to have a look-see at the still.

13 souls died.

I had to know it wasn't me that caused it.

You snuck in?

What did you see?

The metal was all blowed in, not out.

What the hell does that mean?

Missy, the pipe from the thumper to the worm box

was tore loose from the outside.

Was black powder burn marks up the side of the mash cooker.

Blast bent it all outta shape.

And the bends go in, not out.

I'm saying someone put an explosive to it.

And who would do that?

Whoever'd want to put me outta business. Which they done.

I got no money to rebuild.

Nothin'.

That's just bull.

You take a good long look

at the man you want lynched here tonight.

Then you tell me you know I killed your kin.

How the hell do you know?

Your sister...

her little ones...

They know what happened,

'cause they was there.

I ain't meaning to be harsh...

but you weren't.

So you wanna shoot me now, you go ahead.

Damn, it's cold in here!

There is no reason to believe anything that man just said.

I'll telegram Pinkerton agents in Jefferson City,

have them inspect the still.

Until we can confirm, or not confirm his story

that it was sabotaged,

there remains a reasonable doubt for his guilt.

You judge and jury, now?

No, Miss Eaton.

We all are.

Now, we are going to walk over there,

and take Mr. Mudd back.

It's all up to you if you wanna shoot.

If he didn't do it...

who did?

His breathing's getting real weak.

I think it's his time.

Is that Cyril Clay?

What the hell you doin' here?

You didn't know he was set to testify against you?

Yeah? Well, don't that make sense.

Who'd wanna put me out of business more than him?

You wanted Jefferson City all to yourself, didn't you?

Say what you want, Mudd.

Everyone knows I had nothing to do with that fire.

I ain't gonna kill him.

You let me go, and you'll get your man.

Let it play out.

Stay away!

Somebody stop him!

Suppose we should join in?

What you got to say for yourself, Cyril?

He didn't do nothin'!

No?

Then why's he lookin' like he does?

All cramped up like a little boy?

You can't possibly believe I had anything to do with that fire.

Not until you mentioned it.

Interesting.

Very.

I'm a respectable businessman.

Not an outlaw like Jeremiah Mudd.

Will.

Look at this cloth, under his cuff.

(Yelping in pain)

WILL: I recognize that.

It's from upstairs.

On the jug used to bash in the Marshal's skull.

Linseed oil and paint...

used to treat burns.

Marshal must've seen you changing the bandages.

That's why you killed him.

MUDD: Man's gotta ask, Cyril.

Where'd you get those burns?

A little too close to the fire?

Dear Lord...

You blew up his still.

I had nothing to do with it.

Pardon me...

Oh!

No, no. A man's got a right to defend himself.

Will? Kate?

I think his fever's breaking.

(Train horn sounding)

So, just read this statement,

and if it truly reflects what you stated to us,

then sign the bottom.

So, how's Kenji?

Doc says he's coming along.

What a relief.

Beautiful day for a trial, ain't it?

Mr. Clay there put on his best hangin' suit.

Shut up, Mudd.

I been told that more than once the last days, Clay.

Never get tired of hearing it.

Annalee, darlin', a whiskey if you don't mind.

Put the money to rebuildin' your hotel.

(Mudd laughing)

Can't a man hang just for bein' an insult to humanity?

Unfortunately, not a crime.

Well, it should be.

All the witness statements are ready for the trial,

including Annalee's. Everything's in order.

I'm glad it ended with ink, and not more blood.

Had that crowd made a move on us,

you really would have pulled the trigger on innocent people?

If they're shooting at us, they're not innocent, Will.

Depends on the jury.

NARRATOR: Next week on The Pinkertons...

We call ourselves the Buffalo Soldiers.

Most of my men are former slaves.

Celia. She was the cook.

The colonel's been spending his nights with Miss Celia.

Only the sergeant knows.

Took advantage of a vulnerable woman.

A senior officer having a romantic liaison with a cook?

I know how this looks, white man with a black woman.

I know it was you. I saw you pull that trigger!