All language subtitles for Walker.Independence.S01E11.The.Pittsburgh.Windmill.1080p.WEBRip.10bit.DDP5.1.x265-HODL

(birds singing)

♪ ♪

(exhaling)

(soft moaning)

(scoffs softly)

Abby.

Calian. I didn't think
I'd see you back so soon.

Well, a lot has happened.

My people are in danger.

The railroad's coming,

sooner than we thought,
through our camp.

GUS:
They've been warned
to clear out. If they stay,

there will be a war.

And I've seen what happens
when a small band

tries to fight back,

which is what
the new chief plans to do.

Entire camps wiped out.

Men, women,
children slaughtered.

I can't imagine.

What can we do?

Nothing. That's why I've come
to see the sheriff.

Tom? What does he have to do
with any of this?

I need to buy some time
with the railroad.

The men in charge
won't listen to me.

Maybe they'll listen to
someone with connections.

I tried to tell him,
Tom ain't gonna lift a finger

unless there's something
in it for him.

CALIAN:
I don't care what it takes.

I'm not ready to let
my people go to war.

Let me talk to Tom.

He might be more inclined
to listen to me.

I want to help.

If there's a legal recourse,

- we should focus on that.
- CALIAN: Abby,

your laws don't care about me

or my people, but

thank you for talking
to the sheriff.

HOYT:
All right, see you, Burt.

Thanks for coming by.

I'll find you later.

(Gus sighs)

Calian's been through
a lot lately.

Still, I can't understand
what would possess him

to get into bed
with a man like Tom.

I know you have your suspicions,

but Shane is the one
who can't be trusted.

If his brother's the killer,
why'd he let him go?

No offense, but your doubts,

they don't make Tom innocent.

Shane fled.

Tom said himself,
he sent telegrams

to sheriffs all around
asking for help.

Telegrams?

TELEGRAPH OPERATOR:
So, how can I help?

Uh, sheriff ever stop by?

Send out a few telegrams
earlier?

Yeah, he sure did.
Uh, two of them, anyway.

One to Texarkana
and one to Boston.

Just two, huh?

Is everything all right, Gus?

- (raps on counter)
- Never better.

Appreciate you for your help.

- (door closes)
- Good morning, Miss Walker.

You can call me Abby, you know.

We're not exactly strangers.

Was quite the storm
last night, wasn't it?

Look, if you feel that
what happened between us was

improper, I would understand.

I know working together
can complicate matters.

I'm perfectly comfortable
handling any complications.

Okay.

Good.

(soft chuckle)

Well,

speaking of work,

I'm off to finish
what the dust cut short.

You're going after Shane
on your own?

I'll be fine.
I need to be back tonight.

Big meeting tomorrow.
Two men coming in to sign

a land deed that will make
the railroad official.

It's also going to uproot
Calian and his entire tribe.

There's got to be something you
can say to change their minds.

Well, unfortunately,
that's out of my control.

I'm just a small-town sheriff.

U.S. government will
do as they please.

The railroad
is very profitable to them.

Hmm.

But that said,
if anyone can move mountains,

it's you, Abby.

I could greet your guests,

make them feel welcome.

You would do that?

Of course.

I just need their names.

All right.

Kirby Smith
at H Railway

and Parker Briggs
is a Land Office agent.

He's done business
with my Aunt Teresa,

- so she would appreciate
you doing this for her.
- Hmm.

All the travel details
are there.

Smith is arriving
on the noon coach.

He has a rather...

sizable mustache.

And Briggs

should be arriving at that time

as well.

- Molly.
- (door closes)

Everything all right?

Afraid not.
I'm here to report a burglary.

During the storm last night,
someone broke into the store

and made a darn mess.

Why would someone
steal cotton swabs

and a sewing kit, of all things?

Strange indeed.

I'll look into it.

- Thank you, Sheriff.
- Thank you.

(door closes)

Perhaps we could

continue this conversation.

Dinner tonight? At my cabin?

I'd like that,

but please...

...be careful.

Always am.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Gonna make Lucia jealous

looking at the whiskey
like that.

Calian! Been too long. (grunts)

Ha!

What? What is it, buddy?

Something's wrong. I can tell.

Yeah, come on.

HOYT:
How about

we rob the train
that carries the supplies

to build the railroad?

No supplies, no railroad.

They'll just bring
more supplies.

Then we rob them again.

Maybe we consider a plan
that doesn't involve robbery.

(Hoyt sighs)

What can I get you, young man?

Glass of milk?

Sody water?

How about
all your money instead?

Whoa, whoa.

♪ ♪

I can see I may have
offended you, my young friend.

I apologize for assuming you
were a milk drinker.

The money! Now!

Or else.

Don't you come any closer.

I admire your spirit,
I really do,

but I think we all know

you weren't really
gonna shoot anybody.

You want to bet?

Hey! N--

Now, what did you do that for?

HOYT: Don't feel bad, son.
I'm doing you a favor.

You ain't ready for this.

- I am so.
- No, you're not.

You should listen to him.
It was a bad idea.

HOYT: Now, let's not come down
too hard on the lad.

His heart's in the right place.

You can make a good living
as an outlaw.

You just need a little guidance.

Forget what I said.
Um, don't listen to him.

HOYT: Look, first of all,
if you're gonna rob a place,

do it at the end of the day

when there's money in the till,

not first thing in the morning.

- That's a good idea.
- HOYT: Another thing,

get yourself a second gun.

It's way more impressive
if you have two,

and you're more likely
to hit something

if you do have
to pull that trigger.

Hoyt, you realize
he's just a kid.

That's a good point, Calian.

Try sticking up
a rich guy or two first

before you try
a place of business.

- Helps build confidence.
- Thanks.

But, uh...

how come you're being
so nice to me?

Well, you remind me of me

when I was young, I guess.

In that case, kid,

you're gonna want to find
yourself a better mentor.

Don't press your luck.

- Seriously?
- I like that kid.

(indistinct chatter)

Ooh, look here, girls.

Tom Davidson's back.

Want to come upstairs?

- We'll give you
the Sheriff's Special.
- Thank you,

but no. I'm looking for the one
I spoke to the other day.

Ruby.

Excuse me.

- Ruby?
- He can arrest me any day.

I'll be right with you, sugar.

- What is it, Sheriff?
- Has Shane been back here?

Came in last night.

Got stuck out
in that storm, I guess.

- Looked beat to hell.
- He say anything to you?

Just that he wanted
a soak and a poke.

Wasn't so pleased
with me calling you

last time he didn't pay,

but he paid in full this time.

You coming, Ruby, or what?

She'll be with you in a minute.

(door closes)

Any idea where he went?

Haven't you seen him? Said he
was going out to your cabin.

Wanted to give his brother
a big surprise.

Okay. Thank you.

Is there a problem, Deputy?

No, no, just passing by.

I saw you come in.
I was wondering,

you know, how can I help
with locating Shane?

It's fine.
I'm taking care of it.

Well,

it's a very interesting way
to go about it.

I was just talking
to his favorite White Dove.

Got an idea where he's gone.

You got something to say, Gus?

Look, Shane's your kin.

I can see how you might want
to protect him

if it came down to it.

Brother or not, Shane's gonna
get what he deserves.

Promise you that, Deputy.

You speak to the sheriff?

I did. He doesn't believe
there's anything he can do,

but I'm not giving up.

None of us are.

What is all this?

Everything I could find
on eminent domain.

Eminent domain?

The power of the government

to take private land
for public use.

Exactly.

They can force
anyone out of their homes

without recourse
if they want their land.

And who decides
what land they want?

In this case,
the railroad companies

and the U.S. General
Land Office.

People who've never
stepped foot on our soil.

It means nothing to them.

It could be anywhere
for all they know.

Well...

what if we convince them
to build somewhere else?

ABBY:
This land here,
north of Lake Somerville,

- that's where Calian's camp is.
- Mm-hmm.

ABBY:
But if the train could be
rerouted to the south

of the lake, toward Brenham...

- It could buy Calian more time.
- Mm-hmm.

Pardon me.

These plots of land here,

are they for sale?

They are.

But if you're looking
for somewhere to homestead,

I wouldn't bother with those.

Rough country.
I'd look here instead.

Close to town and

many already have a well.

Don't need a well.

How much acreage can I get

to the south?

Can you give us a minute?

Yes, sir.

- GUS: Thank you.
- ABBY: Hmm.

That's the money
that the Davidsons

- paid Liam with, isn't it?
- Yes.

And it's about time
it went to something good.

I see your heart,
but if we do this,

it won't sit well with some.

- The Davidsons, the Tong...
- (sighs)

You sure this is
the only option we have?

Right now,
it's the best chance we've got.

And, for Calian,
it's worth the risk.

All right.

(piano playing)

(chuckles)

(sighs)

So, what'd you think?

- Kate?
- Hmm? Hmm?

(scoffs) What did you think
of the number?

Well, the number's great.

It was groundbreaking.
It's really-- It's exceptional.

(sighs) All right, you got me.

I'm sorry, I wasn't,
I wasn't with you.

Listen, have you ever
seen something that...

it was maybe the last thing
you were expecting to see?

And... (stammers)

...and then, when-when you
think about it, you... (sighs)

...you didn't see anything,

really, but...

but you know. You know? You...

Never mind.
Um, why don't you just-just

- go ahead and run it again?
- (door opens)

KATE:
Give me just a minute.

I will watch this time,
I promise.

(sighs) Hi.

- Kate, I-I just wanted to...
- I...

I haven't heard from you.

Did you get the sketches I left?

Uh, yeah, I did. Yeah.

(clears throat)

I'm sorry, I should've
said something to you.

Kai, I'm having trouble
reconciling the person

that I thought you were

with the kind of person
that could kill people

like you were swatting flies.

- I had no choice.
- You lied to me.

You lied to me
about who you were.

Who's to say which is worse?

Look, you should go.

Your, um, your friends
are waiting.

I'll come back later.

- Fine.
- Okay.

- All right.
- DANCER: Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm having a-a

little bit of a rough morning.

It looks like it's only
getting rougher. All right,

you go ahead without me.
I'll be right back.

How was your night?

Kate, now is not the time.

When is the time?
Because we need to talk.

I know. We will, but right now,

we have something
more important to discuss.

ABBY:
I know we haven't exactly

seen eye to eye lately,

but I'm asking you to set aside
your differences for the moment.

Calian needs our help.

So, we're getting the gang
back together?

This calls for a drink.

Ah...

All right, let's get down
to business.

How are we gonna help our buddy?

Well, I believe
we already have a plan.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.

Well, that's great news.

As it stands, the train
is supposed to go here,

north of Lake Somerville.

We want to divert it
south of the lake,

away from Calian's camp,
through the land that we bought.

You know, we just need
to stop the meeting

between the railroad executive

and the federal land officer
from happening.

That doesn't sound that tough.

But it has to seem
to the both of them

like it did happen,

which means we need to have
two meetings instead.

- You're starting to lose me.
- ABBY: The point is,

if we replace
the original document

with an altered copy
and have both of them sign it,

the railroad officially has
to take a different route.

All right, I admit,

I have no idea
what we're doing anymore.

Hoyt, it's easy. We're just,
we're putting on a show.

Oh, please tell me
this doesn't involve dancing.

Oh, you sweet, simple man.

No. Think of it like a con.

Separate, impersonate.

You are playing the role of
Kirby Smith, railroad executive.

Can do.

I've got quite the history
with trains.

Robbing them, anyway.

Hoyt, maybe, uh, less talking

and more listening.

- Please.
- ABBY: Hoyt, you and I will meet

with Parker Briggs here
at the Side Step.

Kate will pretend
to be Parker Briggs

and meet with the real
Kirby Smith at Hagan's.

It's the ol'
Pittsburgh Windmill!

Y...

Look, I fooled some high-rollers
at a dice game

in Waco a few years back.

Told them I was
a Pennsylvania windmill baron.

Hoyt, don't list your crimes
in front of me.

I still am the deputy.

Well, for a lawman, this doesn't
exactly sound on the up-and-up.

Kicking people out of
their homes, does that seem

-"on the up-and-up" to you?
- All right, look.

I get it,
but this is still my problem.

I need to be part
of the solution.

ABBY:
You are.

You have an essential role
to play.

Two, in fact.

Then I'm in.

Whatever it takes.

Mr. Smith? I'm Abigail Walker.

I work for Sheriff Davidson.

Unfortunately, he won't be able
to join us today.

He's had a family emergency.

Sorry to hear.

And Mr. Briggs has been
called back to Washington early,

so your meeting's been moved up
to this afternoon.

Should get checked in, then.

- Long ride.
- Mm.

Lost feeling in my ass
back in Odessa.

Welcome to Independence,

Mr. Briggs, I presume.

Is it always this hot?

Hades itself would be refreshing
in comparison.

- Ah...
- BRIGGS: Why anyone would choose

to live in these conditions

is beyond me, Miss...

Walker. And, unfortunately,

I hate to be the bearer
of more bad news, but

Mr. Smith has some labor issues
in San Francisco,

so he has to leave early, and
the meeting has been moved up.

Ugh. Well, the sooner
I get home, the better.

- Mm.
- Now, I'd like to get some
shut-eye before the meeting.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs.
Hagan's is full,

but I've taken the liberty
of booking you a room

at the hotel down the road.

I assume you'll find the staff
there to be quite accommodating.

Oh.

- Thank you, Miss Walker.
- Hmm.

(insects trilling)

(cocks gun)

♪ ♪

(floor creaking)

(snorting)

What in the...

(piano playing)

KATE:
(clears throat) Mr. Smith.

I am so sorry
to keep you waiting.

How good to finally put
a face to the name.

Uh... I think there must be some
mistake. I have a meeting...

Of course you do, silly.
That's why I'm here. Parker.

- Briggs. It's good to meet you.
- But...

- you're a woman.
- Eh, am I? (chuckles)

I know you hear the name Parker,
you think, uh, big, burly

man with a bushy beard,
maybe a penchant for chaw, huh?

- I assure you, I can spit
with the best of them.
- I...

But, then again, who's to say
that Parker couldn't be

some dainty young lass,
a high voice,

ample bosom,

hides fruit under her pillow?
The truth

may be somewhere in between.
Do you ever think about that?

- Uh, no, I...
- See? And this is the problem

with people these days.
They have no imagination.

Ah, well, c'est la vie.
Rome wasn't built in a day.

Listen, what say we, uh,
head in and grab a drink?

Whiskey sound all right?

- (stammers)
- Of course it does. Go ahead.

(indistinct chatter)

(Hoyt clears throat)

ABBY:
Well, well, look at you.

Where did you find
such a lovely suit?

Burt let me borrow it.

- Burt, the undertaker?
- Yeah.

He don't need it back
till tomorrow.

Old Man Jones is having

- an open casket service.
- Oh.

Uh, excuse me.
Could I borrow some perfume?

Thank you.

Not too bad, huh?

- ABBY: Well, we'll see.
- Ooh, that's nice.

- You like flowers.
- Thank you.

(clears throat) Mr. Briggs.

Kirby Smith at your service.

Mm. Uh, is your room
satisfactory, Mr. Briggs?

Well, I won't be getting
any sleep.

There was such a racket
in the rooms on either side

- of mine.
- You know, that...

Let's get started, shall we?

Love to. I know just the place.

♪ ♪

I know you.

You're with the railroad.

Well, the hat's
a dead giveaway, I guess.

Now, step aside.

- You're in our way.
- CALIAN: I've heard that before.

Same reason you're forcing
my people off our land--

'cause we're in your way.

Well, in this case,
you sure are.

Hey.

(both grunting)

ABBY:
Deputy! Deputy, come quick!

Hey, wait, wait, wait, that's
enough. That's enough. Come on.

(grunts)

(grunts)

All right. Here you go.

(sighs) Whew. (sniffs)

Now, you lock that
worthless son of a bitch up,

and you throw away the key.

You know, your people
are getting exactly

what you deserve. (grunts)

CALIAN:
You're wrong.

No one deserves
what's happening to us.

- Let him go, let him go. Let go.
- That's enough, all right?

I got him, I got him.

Come on.

I know I shouldn't have.

Look, I know you're angry.

Hell, if I wasn't
wearing this badge,

I would've done the same thing.
I ain't blaming you.

I might've jeopardized the plan.

Looks like you did
just fine to me. Come on.

GUS:
All right,

I'll start adjusting
the lot numbers,

you work on changing out
the maps of the tribal land

for the property Abby bought.

CALIAN:
What if the sheriff comes back?

What'll he think of all this?

I don't care
and neither should you.

There ain't no telling what's
going on in that man's head.

Clean yourself.
Don't bleed on the papers.

Ah, Hoyt.

(gasping, groans)

Not so fun, is it?

(Tom shouts)

(grunts, stammers) Oh...

You son of a bitch.

Oh, careful.

- That's also your mother
you're talking about.
- (shouts)

- You cut me loose!
- You know,

I don't recall you being
so accommodating

when I asked
for a little compassion.

Must be tough for you,

not being in control for once.

All these years
of you calling the shots.

I don't know why,

but the sun always shined
on good ol' Tom.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Oh, but I do.

I've had a front row seat
my entire life.

Whatever Tom wants, Tom gets.

Badge and a gun.

Two separate towns? Why not?

Even being shipped off

to the lunatic asylum
couldn't stop you.

I wouldn't have been in there
if it wasn't for you.

Wasn't me who killed
that young fella, Tom.

(chuckles)

I was doing that to protect you.

Just couldn't stand seeing
my baby brother

get beat to a pulp
day after day.

You couldn't handle yourself,

my pathetic baby brother.

(grunts)

- (screams)
- Yeah? Who's pathetic now?

- (laughs)
- (grunts)

You don't even realize
how sick you are.

I'm not the first one
you brought in here

to have a little fun with,
am I? (sniffles)

Saw a little blood on the floor
before you started in on me.

You want to carve up
some random lowlife,

that's your business.

But the fact that you could do
the same thing to me...

...leave me out here to die...

That's not right, brother.

You tried to have me killed.

Stabbed in the street.

(laughs) And I'm the sick one?

SHANE: I don't know
what you're talking about,

but there's one thing
I'm sure of.

(inhales sharply)

It's time that you got
what's coming to you.

(grunting)

A few more minutes,

I would've had him hog-tied.

- (chuckles)
- He's lucky that deputy
stepped in when he did.

(Hoyt chuckles)

Regardless,
could we just get on with it?

I'd like out of this vulgar town
as soon as possible.

Well, our sheriff
would be very disappointed

to hear you say that
about our dear Independence.

Perhaps a bottle
of this establishment's

finest champagne

would change your mind?

I'll find us a fresh bottle.

(clears throat)

Well, slap my ass

and call me Susan.

You know, I heard
you took over for Randall,

but I just had to come
see this myself.

Oh, hell.

Now, you give me one
good reason I shouldn't

kill you dead
right here and now,

you whiskey-thieving
fancy-pants.

Oh, hell.

- What's going on here?
- Well, you saw it before.

Some people just don't seem
to care for the railroad.

Fella must've
fallen off a train,

landed on his head.

I'll handle it.
Just give me a minute.

I agree. Mr. Briggs,
why don't we take in

some of the finer parts of town?

Never seen a town so full

- of ruffians.
- Oh, yeah?

BRIGGS:
I don't care if it is full,
let's go to Hagan's.

Place looks like it caters
to a more refined

class of people...

- The hell was all that about?
- Never mind.

You're too ignorant
to understand anyway.

- All right.
- You want to hash this out?

- Yeah.
- Let's hash it out.

- On three.
- All right.

I think you may have
the wrong impression

of our town, Mr. Briggs.

Independence really is
a lovely place.

The people are normally
quite respectful.

(groans)

(grunting)

Hoyt!

Damn it, now, we said on three.

It's truly inspiring
how far we've come.

Did you know
the first steam locomotive lost

a race to a horse?
(chuckles)

They send the locomotive
to the glue factory?

Beg your pardon?

Nothing, I...
Please, continue.

- It's really,
it's inspiring stuff.
- Oh...

Kai.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same.

I need to talk to her.

Now's not a good time.

Tell her I want to see her.

Well, at present pace,
we hope to be able to go

from Houston through Dallas,
all the way up

to Red River City,
in the course of one day.

- Now...
- Calian.

(clears throat)
Kirby Smith, this is

Calian.
He's our Apache representative.

Call me Mr. Smith.

Always glad to have
someone like you

lend a hand.
Not that we need it.

Progress is coming regardless
of what your people want.

Frankly, if there were
more forward-thinking savages

like yourself, things wouldn't
have to get so messy.

Well, having seen
what I've seen,

I wonder
who the real savages are.

(chuckles)

Well... (clears throat)
Listen, never mind.

Should we get started, gentlemen?

- (door opens)
- It's a...

Uh, right this way, please.

Please, have a seat,
make yourself comfortable.

Would you,
would you gentlemen be so kind

- as to give me just a minute?
- Mm.

Thank you.

I am going to get us
some drinks.

Uh, whiskey?

- Fine.
- Wonderful.

I'll be back.

(sighs)
Two whiskeys, please.

- What are you doing here?
- I didn't have a choice.

Hoyt is currently pummeling
someone or being pummeled.

- How's Calian?
- About ready
to tear Smith in half.

Can you blame him?
Why do you ask?

Hmm, he slammed Briggs
into a wall.

Don't remember that
being part of the plan.

Stay focused. We can do this.

(sighs) Apologies, gentlemen,
shall we continue?

That, sir, is for you.

Here we are, our finest whiskey.

Wait, I thought
this was parcel 4204.

This says 4024.

Uh, unfortunately,

the previous parcel was
no longer available.

Now, we-we could go back
to the drawing board,

but you know the government.

Delays, et cetera.

CALIAN:
We wouldn't want to stand

in the way of progress,
would we?

(pen scribbling)

Thank you.

(Kate clears throat)

BRIGGS: All the dust seems
to have aggravated my eyes.

I need to pay a visit
to the washroom.

Oh, wait.
You seem the sort of man

that might enjoy a sonata.

- Could I play you one?
- Really rather
we concluded our business,

- if you don't mind.
- Oh, just one quick one, then.

Please. Come, come.

(clears throat)

(piano playing)

Excuse me.

I'm gonna go powder my nose.

♪ ♪

- What do you think
you are doing?
- Hey!

Well, I was admiring the
stitching on your leatherwork,

but now I'm calling the sheriff,
you lunk.

- Get off me!
- Play that again, doll.

I do love that ditty.
You mind if I cut in?

This one here is...

- quite the, uh, wildcat.
- (Kate laughs)

You look nice.

So do you.

(clears throat)

(sighs)

(scoffs) Good Lord, man,
what happened to you?

Bit of a rough crowd.

Don't care about
the sophisticated types like us.

Shall we get to signing, then?

Gladly.

Just need a pen.

At your service.

All right.

So, Mr. Briggs,
how have you found working

with our dear sheriff?

The sheriff?
(scoffs)

Can't say I approve
of his choice in township...

but he seems like a fine man.

His family certainly has taken
a keen interest in the railroad.

The Davidsons have their fingers
in many pies.

Influential folks, if you catch
my meaning, but the sheriff

has always been
aboveboard with me.

Glad to hear it.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

I will just go file this,
make it official.

Good, and then I can get
out of this hellhole.

I'll show you out.

Well, not much to say.

It has truly been a pleasure,
Mr. Briggs.

Give me all your money, now.

Fine, fine, fine.
Just take, take it all.

Just don't kill me. Not here.

What, you got manure
in your ears,

or you just smell like it?

I said the money.

(Tom laughing)

What the hell
are you laughing at?

This isn't about breaking me.
(laughs)

You just don't have the guts
to pull the trigger and end it.

You're so smug.

It's a wonder
no one's killed you yet.

Well, you tried, didn't you?

But just like everything else...

...you failed.

It's no wonder
why you wanted me dead.

You said it yourself,
I was the one

that was locked up
in that asylum.

And the family
still chose me over you.

I never could fool you, could I?

Just hired the wrong man
to do it.

Surprise, surprise.

Another failure
to add to the list.

But I promise it's the last.

I'm gonna finish the job
that Levi couldn't.

I hope you don't mind.

I borrowed your knife.

This is gonna be fun.

(wheezing, groaning)

(screaming, grunting)

(Hoyt whoops)

Mmm.

Well, documents are
signed and filed.

Briggs is halfway
to Nacogdoches by now,

and Smith is contributing
to the local economy

by availing himself
of a White Dove or two.

ABBY:
Mm.

And that, my friends...

is what it looks like
when you beat the railroad

- at its own game.
- It is, indeed.

Despite a few...

scrapes and scratches.

A few too many, I'd say.
Sorry, Cal.

ABBY:
Well, regardless,
working together,

we did it.

Thank you.

All of you, really.

This bought me time.

I should get back, though.

Discuss things with my people.

HOYT:
Yeah, I got to go, too.

Lucia sees the bar
in that condition,

she's gonna fire me.

And that's just for starters.

(whistles)
You do not want

to see that woman upset.

- Kate.
- Hmm?

Thought you should know,

Kai was in here earlier.

He saw you
with the railroad man.

Didn't look happy.

You should see him.

Something's up.

Yeah. Thanks.

You know those telegrams
Tom told you he sent?

- Hmm.
- Well, he lied.

Now, I don't know what's going
on with that brother of his,

but now that Calian's situation
has been... handled,

oh, I'm-a find out.

Briggs, the land grant officer,
had nothing

but good things
to say about Tom.

He was less effusive
about the rest of the Davidsons.

Yeah, that family has been
stirring up trouble

- for a while now.
- Hmm.

You know, like it or not,

Tom's a Davidson.

I think it's about time
I go out to that ranch

and have a talk
with them myself.

Who are you going to speak to?

(chuckles)

Whichever one
I come across first.

Ah.

How about a drink to celebrate?

I'm buying.

Abby, first I have to ask you...

Did you sleep with Tom?

Not quite sure
I believe it myself, but...

that happened.

Abby, for the love of God, why?

I-I don't have a good answer
for you, Kate.

I don't even truly know myself,

but I...

I saw a different side of Tom...

last night.

He's just as lost

and damaged by his family
as I am.

No, that doesn't change the fact

that all of us put our lives
at risk for you,

because you were sure

that he murdered your husband,

that he shot you.

And then not only
did you change your mind,

but you took him to bed,
Abby, and you did it here.

In my house,

where I invited you in.

You can understand
how that is a little bit

- of a hard pill to swallow.
- I do.

- (exhales)
- Kate, I am sorry.

I'm-I'm sorry I put you
in this position.

I-I didn't...

think about
how this would affect you

or-or anyone else.

I don't think
you were thinking at all.

Probably not.

But regardless
of what happened...

...I never meant
to break our trust.

Kate, I need it.

I need our friendship.

So do I.

So what happens now?

Now I talk to the elders,
the new chief.

Try to find a lasting solution
that doesn't end in bloodshed.

Anything else you need,
you let me know.

I'll be there.

Thank you, Hoyt.

Of course. Happy to help.

You needed it, after all.

(snoring)

Hey.

Wake up.

I need a drink, and...

I don't feel
like drinking alone.

It's on the house.

Look, I know
you're a lightweight anyway.

I could drink you
under the table

any day, pretty boy.

But at some point,

we're gonna have to talk about
what you did to Tink's mama.

She never mentioned
she was his mom.

She looked young for her age.

Man's only got one mama, Hoyt.

Look, anyway, you're gonna have
to help me clean up.

All right?

We did quite a number
on this place.

SALTY DOG:
Boy, did we.

Sure was fun, though, wasn't it?

HOYT:
Yeah.

(sighs)

I know that we've kept things
from each other, Kai, and I...

I'm sure that we both
had our reasons.

But what if we don't
do that anymore?

What if we start from scratch?

I would very much like
to know you.

I could do that,

if you could,
but we would have to promise

no more secrets.

Deal.

Deal.

Uh, in the interest
of full disclosure,

there's something
I should probably tell you.

The man that you saw me
with at Hagan's,

he's a railroad executive,
and we conned him.

We stopped Calian's tribal land
from being stolen.

It-it's just a stopgap,
but, um...

I still kind of can't believe
that it worked.

Wait, conned?

Why would you do that?

Well, I just told you, they were
forcing his people out.

- And listen, I know this
might make thi--
- Have you learned nothing?

The Tong.

The Davidsons.

You of all people
should understand

what they're capable of.

All of them are invested
in that train

coming to Independence.
There's a lot of money at stake.

- And lives, too.
- You think I don't know that,
Kai?

I don't care.
This was the right thing to do.

You don't get to decide that!

Right or wrong...

you and your friends have
put us all in danger.

Kai...

(Tom screaming, groaning)

(sobbing)

(hoofbeats approaching)

(screaming)

Tom?

Tom?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Liam.

(groaning, grunting)

(shouting, grunting)

(sobbing)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(moaning, gasps)

- Gus, for God's sakes,
shoot him!
- No! Tom's the one!

- He's the killer!
- Kill him! Kill him!

(grunting)

(gunshots)

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