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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.

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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!