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(Townspeople shouting, cheering)

(Horse whinnying)

(Cheering, drums beating)

(Talking, indistinctly)

Go on, go on!

(Cheering)

I seen that face
far too many times,

and I know him to be
the devil himself.

Then you're certain.

Upon my mother's grave
I swear it was him,

and I will tell the sheriff
of his whereabouts.

No, no!

The law's nothing
but trouble to us.

White man's law
does not help us.

How can you say that?

Did white man's justice save you
from the sting of Master's whip,

or the butt of his musket?

But we're free now.

By our own volition.

We freed ourselves.

And when you were out there
shiverin' and starvin'

and hopeless in those woods,

did the white man help you?

No, we freed ourselves.

Now, now we ship out soon,

so just keep quiet
and we'll be all right.

He saw me.

The law needs to know.

No, over my dead body!

Something wrong here?

Just having a conversation.

A higher ranking officer
has entered, soldier.

You stand at attention.

Yes, Sergeant!

Go on, get out there and set
up camp with the others.

And you...

best not fraternize
with the soldiers, ya hear?

(Door opening)

Come on out.

Come on in, it's all right.

Come on, come on.

I guess an orange or two
won't hurt.

Just don't tell no one.

They'll have my hide,
for sure.

You best skedaddle.

Come on back tomorrow

and I'll see what I can
scare up for you, all right?

(Knocking on door)

All right, all right.

A biscuit for each of you.

KATE:
Now, what seems to be your
problem, Colonel Ferguson?

My company cook.
Selia Johnson.

She went missing last night
and I need to find her.

And you're sure she's missing?

Military personnel
often arrive in Kansas City,

and sometimes they move on.

It happens all the time.

They find better work here.

Not Selia.

She was ever so grateful
when I hired her

three months previous.

She took to her duties
with alacrity.

No, something's wrong,

and I want to hire you
to find her.

You are available?

Absolutely.

Excellent.

We ship out in two days

to rejoin our regiment
at Fort Riley, Kansas.

Where was Selia last seen?

In her kitchen.

Sergeant Healy and Private
Cathay saw her before supper.

She vanished
shortly after that.

Well, we'll look into it
for you.

Thank you.

Selia is a trained and
valued member of my division.

And if my men
have to eat salt pork

and hard tack for the next week,

I may have an insurrection
on my hands.

KATE:
Excuse me.

Sorry, kitchen's closed.

Who are you?

Kate Warne, Pinkerton's
National Detective Agency.

I'm investigating the
disappearance of Selia Johnson.

You are?

Private William Cathay.

So you know Selia.

Can't say I do.

But your Commanding Officer
told me you were the last one

seen talking with her,
right here in this kitchen.

Ain't no crime to ask
what's for supper, is it?

(Glass crunching)
Oh!

If you'll excuse me.

What took you so long?
Is your horse lame again?

No, he's fine.

Do I have to share every detail
of my life with you?

I'm late, okay?
I admit it.

What have we got?

Obvious signs of struggle
that you just walked through.

Looks like she was dragged
out of here.

Yeah.

I believe Selia was abducted.

Look, tracks are still visible.

WILL:
Thank goodness for snow.

It has its advantages.

There's two sets
of footsteps.

That means one man
abducted her.

How do you know it was a man?

Could be a woman, I suppose,
with boots the size of Lincoln.

Selia's gait seems uneven.

There, he started dragging her.

She didn't go willingly,
that's for sure.

Look, there's wagon tracks.

That's how he took her
out of here.

Tracks are deep,
so the wagon was loaded.

Let's go talk to Ferguson.

See if there were any
wagon deliveries yesterday.

(Men talking, indistinct)

Uh, excuse me there,
Sergeant...?

August Healy.

You wouldn't mind answering

a couple questions
for us, would you?

We're looking into the
disappearance of Selia Johnson.

Have you seen her since
last night?

The cook?

Can't say I have.

But you were the last man
seen with her.

At least, that's what
Colonel Ferguson said.

Is that what he told you?

Somehow I don't think I was the
last soldier to see that woman.

WILL:
Well, we know that Selia
struggled with her abductor

before he tossed her
into a wagon.

Were there any deliveries by
wagon yesterday or last night?

No. None.

Selia's footsteps
were rather uneven.

Does she have a limp?

She does.

As for your soldiers,
they were none too cooperative.

I'd even call them
hostile.

Not surprising.

Most of my men are
former slaves.

And as a white man in authority,
you might appear threatening.

Me?

I guess I could be seen
that way, huh?

Is this yours?

No.

That must be Selia's.

She's our washerwoman.

She must've dropped it when she
was dropping off fresh linens.

Or maybe she dropped it--

Thank you, Colonel,
we're finished here.

We'll let you know
as soon as we find anything.

COLONEL:
Come down to the saloon
tonight.

I'm introducing my soldiers
to the community.

Encouraging young men
to sign up.

Afterward, I'll introduce
you to my men.

We'll sit, we'll talk.

I'll make sure
they cooperate.

(Chattering indistinctly)

What do you think Selia's scarf
was actually doing in his tent?

I'm not sure.

The Colonel could be
telling the truth,

but it might be
something more.

All I know is men usually lie

when it comes to affairs
of the heart.

Is that what you believe?

You forget,
I was married once.

Ouch.

Gentlemen, welcome.

Tonight, I will present
to you Company B

of the 38th Infantry Regiment
of the United States of America.

(Applauding)

This evening, you'll meet many
remarkable young soldiers.

All humble young men,
just like yourselves,

who desire nothing more
than to serve their country.

And many of the fine young
soldiers you'll meet tonight

fought during that fierce
conflict which just ended

and distinguished themselves
as men of honour.

Heroes in their own right.

Informally, we call ourselves
the Buffalo Soldiers.

Because of our ferocity
and valour.

We have many fine young soldiers
here this evening,

and here to introduce
our sergeant,

a leader here in the
Kansas City Negro community,

Reginald Branscomb.

(Applauding)

Gentlemen, we stand today
at the dawn of a new era.

We have been released
from the chains,

lashes and bloodhounds
of the past.

Today, the Negro
can own property,

educate his children,
conduct business,

and maybe one day even vote.

To us, freedom at large
has been ordained.

And it's because of men here
that we have that freedom today.

(Crowd murmuring)

Tonight, I'd like to introduce
to you Sergeant August Healy,

a soldier who fought long
and hard for the Union.

And for his bravery,

he was rewarded
with the Medal of Honour...

(Gasping)

I found her outside.

Selia!

Well, the cowboy said he found
her out in front of the hotel,

but nobody saw
the body drop.

So, without a crime scene
we don't have much.

Except whoever left her
wanted her to be found.

That's true,
could be a message.

What's the message,
and for whom?

No one's talking.

Fortunately for us,
Selia still is.

She was strangled.

There's no ligature marks,
just bruises.

He choked her
with his bare hands.

Talking about a crime
of passion, then.

And an ugly one.

She's got skin tissue
under her fingernails.

Put up a mean fight.

What's this?

KATE:
Not sure yet.

But look at this.

Down here, see?

Owners often cut
the Achilles tendon

of slaves who kept trying
to escape.

It's no wonder she limped.

She sure couldn't run.

This poor woman
didn't stand a chance.

KATE:
She was found outside the saloon
during the recruitment ceremony.

She was the cook
from the 38th Infantry.

John, we need your help.

Does this mean anything to you?

JOHN:
A brand, maybe?

That's right,
slaves were branded.

Some.

Often when they tried to
escape, they were branded.

She was fortunate.

Her owner marked
her back.

Many runaways had their
faces disfigured.

But you don't recognize
this mark?

Can't say I do.

KATE:
I can only ascertain a symbol.

It appears to be
a hook jutting out.

If I were you,
I'd talk to Reginald Branscomb.

The blacksmith.

He's worked this area
for some time.

And if anybody knows what
that brand means, he does.

Any idea how this happened?

No,

and if someone does know,
they ain't talking.

Can't say I blame them.

Keep your head down
and your mouth shut.

That's how most of us
survive.

Right.

It seems that most of
the soldiers

know more than
they're letting on.

Like I said...

Well, we need someone inside
the camp to catch the gossip.

And to search for scratches
on the soldiers' neck and arms

to determine if they were
involved in a struggle.

I can't just walk in there
and start asking questions.

Those men don't know me.

That's why we want you
to go undercover.

You want me to enlist
in the army?

No.

We don't need you to enlist.

How's your recipe
for hogshead stew?

This appeared on her body?

On her left shoulder
to be exact.

Been working around here
about two years now.

Never seen the likes
of that.

Figured you'd be someone
who'd know.

Horses and cattle brands, yes.

But branding people?
Never involved in that.

That's understandable.

One thing I do know, brands
around here, they're simple.

A letter or two.

This one, it's complicated.

Could be from down south.

Maybe that's where
that woman came from.

Much obliged.

Any time.

Just enough to get you started.

Always seconds around here.

There we go.

You won't be hungry for long!

All right.

CATHAY:
What is it?

Best hogshead stew
in Kansas City, I reckon.

There we go.

A good stew needs lard.

A good half-pound,
I'd say.

No fresh biscuits?

I just started this afternoon.

Give a man a chance.

Sergeant!

Come sup with me.
I could use the company.

No thank you, Sir.

I prefer to eat alone.

So he didn't recognize
the brand.

I can't say that I'm surprised.

Yeah, I was hoping for a win,
but nothing ever comes easy.

You're in the wrong business
for that.

No kidding,

but he did mention that it
might be from down south.

Well, after going back and forth
on it for a few hours,

I figured out that there
must be two scars.

One on top of the other.

I'm hoping that the one
underneath is a brand.

What is this?
What are you doing?

I'm making a wax impression
of the skin markings.

And then, I'll make
a three-dimensional model

to see what the scar on top
looks like.

Hopefully then, I can discern
what the brand underneath is.

Yeah.

You think that's going
to work?

Well, I don't know.

That's why it's an experiment.

You do know what that is, right?

I'm smarter than you think.

And here I thought you were
just a pretty face.

Ow, damn it!

Kitchen's not your home,
I gather.

Well, I needed a job
so I'm here.

Ain't no shame in that.

You'll get used to it.
So will the men.

They're lucky
to get a hot meal.

What, you see a washerwoman
around here?

Hate to tell you, Mister,
but that's you.

Me?

(August laughing)

Well, if I gotta wash
someone's clothes,

it might as well be yours.

Sergeant August Healy.

Medal of Honour,
war hero.

I don't much like the accolades
or the attention.

I followed you through the war.

Heard all your stories.

Meant a lot for us here
in Missouri

knowing one of our own
was fighting for freedom.

I appreciate that.

Tell me about the Battle
at Chafin's Farm.

Can't say I remember it much.

You best remember it,
for your children's children.

There you were,
a mere private,

charging ahead of
your regiment.

Took a shot at a rebel officer
about to attack.

And when you missed,
you risked life and limb

to take him down
with your bayonet.

Changed forever the course
of the battle.

Well, you make it sound so...

Noble?

'Cause it was.

There's nothing noble about war.

But you made a path
for all of us.

Freedom is a precious thing.

Amen.

I'd just like to find myself
a nice patch of land,

and settle down, that's all.

No reason why you can't.

Black men can own
property here in Missouri.

Army pays me
thirteen dollars a month.

Plus a pension.

I'm holding out for that.

Then, I'll find myself
that piece of heaven.

Looks like you ain't cottoning
too well with the Colonel.

That one's no soldier.

Too soft.

Yeah, I heard he's soft
on Miss Selia.

That's just what I heard.

Took advantage
of a vulnerable woman.

You sure about that?

Sure as the sun rises.

I'm up at the crack of dawn.

I'd see that Selia
leaving his tent.

I told that woman.

Think she'd listen to me?

He should never treat
a subordinate that way.

WILL:
I aim my gun,

I take fire,
hits him in the shoulder.

On his way down, he fires
and grazes me.

Will!

So, anyway,
what about you?

What's your name?
Will!

I don't know anything
about you at all, really.

No, no, no.

I need to talk to you!

You can't leave a man alone
for a second, can you?

Will, I figured it out!

You figured out that I'm busy?
Good!

No, the wax mould worked.

I found out the brand
underneath.

Can't this wait?

That hook jutting out,
it was a "J".

Okay.

"J"?

Selia Johnson.

Most slaves took the name
of their masters.

The second letter was an "M".

Great. Good work.

What do you want me
to do about it?

Well, I need you to go back
to Reginald Branscomb,

see if he recognizes
this brand.

He would know if there was a
Johnson plantation in the area.

And let me guess,
you want this done right now?

Yes!

Can't you see
I'm presently engaged?

Will, whatever
compromising position

you hope to find yourself in
with that woman,

rest assured,
it's not going to happen.

And how do you know that?

Not that kind of a lady.

(Groaning)

Damn it!

(Sighing)

Laundress!

(Horse whinnying outside)

(Branscomb screaming)

Hey!

WILL:
What happened?

(Groaning)

Caught some man
going through my tools.

Pulled a knife on me

and when he heard the
yelling outside, took off.

What'd he look like?

Can't say.

Happened so fast.

Was he black? White? What?

Honestly, I couldn't tell.

Men always roaming around here,
stealing anything not tied down.

I was lucky.
He got nothing.

Here, let me take a look
at that wrist.

Nah, it's okay.

Nothing more than a scratch.

You recognize this brand?

It's slightly different
from the first one,

but we think that the "J"
stands for Johnson.

But we don't know what
the "M" stands for.

You ever heard of a Johnson
plantation in the area?

Seems I remember a place
just outside Kansas City.

Johnson Manor, they called it.

Heard it got burned down by the
Northern militia during the war.

Anyway, that was before my time.

I been here since '64.

Started my business
shoeing horses.

Seems I remember a horse
or two with that brand.

All right, thanks.

KATE:
Johnson Manor.

That makes sense.

You don't think Selia's
murder had anything to do

with the attack
on Reginald, do you?

It seemed more like
a robbery attempt to me.

I do appreciate your efforts
on my behalf last night.

Well, may the Good Lord bless me
for my sacrifice.

Amen.

(Door opening)

Sorry I'm late.

They got me working so hard,
can't tell the time of day.

See these hands?

Burned and raw
from cooking and cleaning.

Women's work.

Not for the faint of heart,
now is it?

John, have you heard of a
plantation called Johnson Manor?

Apparently, it's just outside
Kansas City?

Sure, lots of folks
heard of that place.

Was a big tobacco farm
before the war.

Plantation owner
was a Nelson Johnson.

A ruthless man by all accounts
who brutally ruled his slaves,

at least that's how
the story goes.

When Union militias swept
through Missouri,

most of the slaves
rebelled against their owners,

but not Johnson Manor.

Place burned to the ground.

Set fire by the militia.

Strange thing?

The slaves at
that plantation vanished.

Nobody's seen hide
nor hair of them since.

Have you found anything
at the soldiers' camp?

Besides potatoes to peel
and dirty laundry?

Private Cathay took an
unauthorized leave last night.

Don't know where he went.

Did you see him come back?

Sergeant Healy doesn't care
too much for Colonel Ferguson.

Apparently, the Colonel's
been spending his nights

with Miss Selia.

Any of the other soldiers
know about this?

From what I could tell,
only the Sergeant knows,

and he's none too
pleased about it.

Was he jealous?

More like disapproving.

Conduct unbecoming
of a senior officer,

and a white one at that.

What about the scratches on
the soldiers? Did you find any?

No.
Have you looked?

You still want me peeping
under men's shirts, don't ya?

We need to know.

I'm trying.

It's hard to figure out
how to get grown men

to take their clothes
off in front of me...

without getting punched.

You'll figure something out,
I'm sure.

How long had you been having
an affair with Selia Johnson?

(Coughing)

Is that what Sergeant Healy
told you?

We're private investigators,
Sir.

We find things out.

Well, that's none of
your business.

I'm afraid it is.

A senior officer having a
romantic liaison with the cook?

She spurns his advances.

He disposes of her.

Then why would I hire you?

To cover it up.
It's happened before.

I will not flatter this veiled
accusation with a response.

You need to sit down, Colonel.

I'd hate to call the sheriff
just yet.

If you think my intentions
toward Miss Selia

were to compromise her
in any way,

you are gravely mistaken.

Yes, I was romantically
involved with her.

But I loved her.

With all my heart.

And how long were you involved?

Since hiring her in St. Louis
three months previous

I know how this looks.

A white man with a black woman.

An officer with an employee.

But I assure you,
she returned my affections,

and grieving her is the
hardest thing I've ever done.

May I take my leave now?

Or do you still wish
to call your sheriff?

We'll talk further
at another time.

(Coins jingling)

I paid you to find Selia.

Now find her killer,
and bring him to justice.

AUGUST:
All right, men.

The Colonel has ordered you

empty your kits on the table
for inspection.

Proceed!

Ferguson is a fool thinking
this exercise is of any use.

We need to ready ourselves
for the 200-mile march

we have coming up soon.

Yes, Sergeant.

You the cook?

You call this cooking?

Was hoping for a cup of coffee.

I got some chicory on the stove.

That'll do.

Was expecting to find a woman
in the kitchen here.

Well, there should be.

Wrestling a greased pig's
easier than making pie dough.

My mamma used to say lots
of lard does the trick.

Thanks for the pointer.

You look familiar.

Have we met?

John Bell.

Figured I'd take
this job for some time.

You? You got business here?

Shoeing horses
for the regiment.

You know, last time I was here,

I'm sure as day there was
a woman

working beside that Miss Selia.

Have you seen her?

No, only men around here.

You know Miss Selia?

I can't say I did.

Mm, hits the spot.

Thank you kindly.

(Horse whinnying)

Ready for inspection, sir!

(Heels clicking)

I cannot stress to you enough

the importance of keeping
your knapsack well organized.

(Scoffing)

Did I just hear a laugh?

I repeat!

Does somebody here think
this is funny?

I apologize, Sir.

It was me.

And just what may I ask,
do you find so amusing?

All due respect, Sir,
we got better things to do.

You want a better thing to do?

Here, take this.

Stand there.

Hold this.

Don't put it down until
I tell you to put it down.

I will not tolerate
insubordination!

(Gunshots, screams echoing)

MAN:
Let us out!

(Screaming, shouting)

WOMAN:
Let us out!

(Gunshot, screaming)

(Fire crackling)

(Crows cawing)

Will, come here.

Bones.

They're human.

You sure I can't get you water?

COLONEL:
At ease, soldier.

Put the gun down.

Don't you ever disrespect
an officer again.

Understand?

Yes, Sir!

You couldn't tolerate Selia
had affections for me.

That was not my concern.

I know what you did.

And now,
I got the law after you.

You'll find out the truth
soon enough.

CATHAY:
'Bout time to eat now,
isn't it, Cookie?

You are dismissed.

(Chattering, indistinct)

(Clanging)

Announcement!

There is a bug infestation
in the camp.

Before supper, I need you all

to take your shirts off
for lice inspection.

(Men grumbling)

No lice check?

No supper!

You heard him.
Get your shirts off.

Shirt's up!

Supper's ready.

What, you just come in here
like that?

You didn't comply
with inspection.

What're you going to do
about it?

Report you.

Now get your shirt off,
soldier.

(Fabric ripping)

WILL:
William Cathay, huh?

What's your real name?

KATE:
You knew Selia.

You were both slaves
at Johnson Manor.

How you figure that?

Well, that brand on your back
tells us a lot.

It's identical to the one
on Selia.

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

I never heard of Johnson Manor.

KATE:
But you have.

I can't say that I blame you
for trying to forget it.

Apparently, you and Selia
were the lucky ones.

You escaped together.
How?

Did you take knives
to each other's backs

to obscure the mark
of that terrible place?

WILL:
You should tell us
what happened.

Unless of course you want us to
inform your commanding officer

that you're a woman.

For all we know, you killed
Selia to keep her quiet.

No, I would never hurt her.

She was like a sister to me.

We know about the massacre
at the plantation.

We found the human remains.

Better talk to us.

Best tell them what happened.

If you're innocent
as you say you are,

these people will help you.

1863.

Nelson Johnson, the Master,
he was a Southerner.

He'd never let the Union forces
free his slaves.

We were his property.

So, rather than give us up,

he ordered the slaughter
of each and every one of us.

Me and Selia worked
in the house,

we caught wind of the plan.

We tried to warn the others,
but they wouldn't listen.

So, when the Master started
rounding us up,

me and Selia,
we knew what was gonna happen.

We took off.

When she couldn't run,
I carried her.

What about the others?

Slaughtered.

Shot.

Every one of them.

The militia arrived too late
to save them,

but the soldiers in their rage
killed the Master,

razed the plantation.

We found the company
of other freed slaves

until the army came through.

Then, we got jobs as cooks.

Why dress as a man?

You wanna be an army cook
the rest of your life?

You'd do the same thing.

Yeah, but Miss Selia wouldn't.

She could never tell a lie,
Selia.

She was all good.

Why would someone kill her?

How about you?

Are you all good?

I don't know what you mean.

You'd don a man's hat,

wear a pair of trousers
if it serves you.

That's deception,
plain and simple.

Where were you last night?

In camp.

I saw you clear as day
take a horse.

Where'd you go?

You know Reginald Branscomb?

You went to his tent last night,
didn't you?

I don't think we're gonna get
much more out of her.

I saw a woman near Reggie's tent
last night.

When she left camp,
she was dressed as a soldier.

Maybe she left,

disguised herself a woman
to confront Reggie.

But why?

What does Reggie have to do
with all of this?

Funny, he came around
the kitchen this morning.

He was nosing around,

looking for another woman
in camp.

There's a connection
between these two.

I'll keep my eyes and ears open.

You best take her back
to camp.

As a man or a woman?

Man.
Let's keep this quiet for now.

MAN:
I got your dried goods here!

Dried goods!

Can I help you?

That's a heavy load
you got in that wagon.

My tools.

Anvil alone weighs near
200 pounds.

What can I do for you?

You know, Reggie,
I gotta admit,

I'm still just a
little confused.

About what?

That attack in your tent.

Would you just mind clarifying
a few details for me?

You're Pinkerton's agents?

We are.

I suppose I can answer
a question or two.

Great.

Uh, could you tell us again
what the attacker looked like?

Never did get a good look
at him.

You sure it wasn't a woman,
right?

I think I'd know that.

I know, it's just that there was
a woman right near your place

at the time of the assault,
so I just wanted to make sure.

There's lots of women
around there.

But this one appeared to be
running away from your tent.

And then, seems you were out at
the encampment the next day,

asking around, wondering if
a woman worked in the kitchen.

Now, why would you
want to know that?

Just looking for a friendly
face, that's all.

When Selia Johnson was murdered,

she struggled violently
with her attacker.

I wouldn't know nothing
about that.

Well, we know that her attacker

has cuts and scratches
on his upper body.

You wouldn't object
to showing Will

your neck and arms, would you?

It would give us peace of mind.

Yes, I would mind.

I'm not taking
my clothes off in this cold.

And I got lots of scratches,
from that thief.

Are we done here?

I got work to do.

KATE:
He's right.
We've got no evidence.

Follow the tracks.
I'll get the horses.

WILL: There's too many tracks
to tell where Reggie went.

KATE:
Yeah, let's go see the Colonel.

Come on!

Colonel, we're looking for
Reginald Branscomb.

He came by here earlier.
Have you seen him?

He was looking for
Private Cathay.

Where is the Private?

Sergeant Healy took the men
on a five-mile night run.

Over there,
just off the north road.

Why, is something wrong?

Come on, men!
Keep it up!

Keep it coming!

(Grunting)

(Panting)

Argh!

Cathy Williams.

William Cathay.

Private William Cathay.

Took me a while
to figure it out.

Moses Johnson.

Shoulda known you'd change
your name.

That's right.
Hiding in plain sight.

Had a good life going
till you and Selia turned up.

So, what,
you gonna cut me?

Just like you cut Selia,
so I can't run neither?

(Chuckling)

Selia, she was honest.

I knew she'd go to the law
once she saw me.

You're the only living witness,

and you're not gonna ruin
my life.

So, what are you gonna do?
Shoot me?

Like you shot
all those other manor slaves?

Shut up!

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

Ugh!

You know damn well Master
would've slashed my throat

had I not obeyed.

As I live and breathe,

I wish to God
I could undo my actions.

I have suffered!

Put down your weapon,
Private.

This man wants to kill me!
I did nothing.

Put down the bayonet.

You want the truth?

I'll tell you anything you
want to know about this man!

(Gunshot)

Colonel, I'm just packing up.

I can scare you a cup of
chicory. You interested?

No, thanks.

Well, I'm sure gonna hate
to see you go.

Lined you up a cook
in Jefferson.

I'm sure your men'll appreciate
seeing the back of me.

Ah, they warmed up to you.

That hogshead stew of yours
went over well last night.

Nothing a pound of lard
can't fix.

Sir.

The men are lined up
for inspection.

I'll be there shortly.

Sergeant...

I said some things yesterday
I realize I now regret.

Let us move forward
and not linger on past mistakes.

Yes, Sir.

I think that's the closest
to an apology you're gonna get.

Well, then I'll take it.

Move on.
That's what I always say.

Good luck to you.

It's now or never.

I say never.

WILL:
I'd sure want to know if a woman
was bunking next to me.

What you don't know
won't hurt you.

Especially you.

Atten-hut!

Well, maybe the Colonel
should know,

being our client and all.

She'd be out of the Infantry
so fast her nose would bleed.

Forward, march!

Here, at lease she's got
food on the table,

a bed to sleep in,
even a pension.

How many women can have that?

You do.

That is a fact for which
I am very grateful.

Grateful to be working with me?

I actually am, Will Pinkerton.

(Drums beating)

ANNOUNCER:
Next week on The Pinkertons...

WILL:
Throat was cut.

Phineas is the face
of the charity.

How well do you know
Phineas?

Delores is barely cold,
and you've already replaced her.

A child, how delightful.

An orphaned child, no less.

He's stealing your money
while he stole my workers.

Your workers, sir,
were children.

How much more could you
possibly want?

(Screaming)