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(Cheering and applauding)

MAN ON STAGE: My friends.

My friends, my friends.

I'm honoured by your repeated applause,

but I must get through my prepared remarks.

MAN IN CROWD: Tell us about Liberty Gap!

(Crowd cheering) MAN ON STAGE: No.

I come before you to discuss the issues

that compel me to run as mayor for this fine town.

Not to tell old war stories.

The Battle of Liberty Gap!

(All cheering)

Very well. Very-- Very well.

I cannot turn down the request of a beautiful lady.

Oh, don't be jealous, Will.

I'm sure if you were a war hero,

she'd want to hear your story too.

I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

That's often the case. Shh.

I speak of the blood-soaked summer of '63.

The 32nd Indiana Infantry

moved against the grey-clad rebels

under the devilish John R. Liddell.

Dirty Yankee.

I served under Liddell.

He's a better man than you.

(Crowd jeering)

This hero routine plays well.

There's more to being mayor than spinning a yarn.

Yes, there's good looks and an impeccable war record.

And I found myself unhorsed.

Excuse me, Mayor Hancock?

T.R. Tilden, New York World.

I'm surprised a reporter from a leading New York paper

is covering our little election here in Missouri.

Well, you see, there's a New York angle.

Your opponent, Captain Buckner.

Why, he was the toast of Broadway.

Why, he was a sensation at Niblo's Garden Theatre.

Telling this same thrilling story of heroism

on the battlefield.

Sent crashing to the ground by a volley of rebel lead,

fired by the terrible ranks of the 7th Arkansas.

The pain coursed through my body.

I thought I might lose consciousness.

But I heard my brave boys calling my name.

The battle was in the balance.

More Yankee lies, you blue devil! MAN: Get that fella outta here!

(Crowd shouting) Now, now, it's okay.

As we charged forward,

the rebels were put to flight

and the cause of our Union

pushed another step towards our ultimate and total victory!

(All cheering)

Yes. Yes.

I was at Liberty Gap.

That ain't how it happened!

You liar.

BUCKNER: So, my friends...

You know, something could always be done about Mr. Buckner.

You know I don't work that way, Pierce.

BUCKNER: Let us win the day

against the vested interests and corruption,

and bring victory.

Not to me, but to the people of Kansas City.

(Cheering and applauding) Thank you. Thank you.

(Drum beating)

(Indistinct chattering)

(All screaming)

(Groaning)

BUCKNER: Hey, please. Please, my friends. Get back.

Get back. I'll have no vigilante justice on my behalf.

Let the law handle this man.

Forget something?

I must thank you for your quick action.

Mr. Pinkerton, I believe.

Allan Pinkerton's son.

Among other things.

Henry Colfax, Captain Buckner's campaign manager.

I would like to hire you to act as the Captain's bodyguard.

That-- That won't be necessary, Colfax.

COLFAX: I think we saw that it's highly necessary.

Please, Mr. Pinkerton.

Absolutely.

I'd be happy to.

And what have you got the agency into this time?

I just saved his life.

Might as well get paid for the job.

Your client's getting away.

(Sighing)

MAN: Eli J. Buckner.

Count on your vote come election day...

So, how's the new job coming?

Well, he's still alive.

You know, politics is a dirty business.

It's best the Pinkertons don't pick sides.

My father took the Northern side and worked for Lincoln.

In a battle to save the Union,

not to see who would build the new sewers.

Your father's left us alone this last little while.

This is just the sort of thing to bring him back out here.

You do realize that someone took a potshot

at a candidate for office, right?

Yeah, a whiskeyed-up, half-crazy reb

who couldn't stand to hear the story of a Union victory.

Now he's in jail. Well, if he's so addle-brained

and can't put two thoughts together,

maybe someone else was doing the thinking.

I've been surveying the mood of the electorate, Mr. Mayor.

And what is the mood of that body

of gormless sheep herds?

I'm worried.

Buckner's been in town for just over a month,

yet he's gaining ground on us.

You.

We need to do something about him.

Cut him down to size.

Pierce, you didn't have anything to do

with last night's incident, perhaps?

Of course not.

And I certainly would have cleared it with you first.

Be careful what you clear with me.

Sometimes ignorance is its own reward.

Anyway, I suggest you do what you do best

and raise more funds to lubricate

the wheels of democracy.

Votes don't come cheap.

Ah, Mr. New York World.

Tilden. Yes.

How are you?

I'm on my way to the telegraph office

to file my report about last night's events.

But a question, if I may.

Of course.

There's been talk around town

that Buckner was somewhat less than heroic

when the shot was fired last night.

Do you have any comment?

Indeed I do.

I will not be a party to any such slurs.

I will tolerate no suggestion that Mr. Buckner

is vainglorious or pompous or cowardly.

And you may quote me.

Thank you.

I still say we got a problem.

(Indistinct chattering)

Thank you.

Hey, doo you know anything about that guy

who shot at Captain Buckner last night?

His name's Musgrave.

He stumbled into town about eight months after Appomattox,

semi-touched and powerful thirsty.

I think the war may have bruised his brain, you know?

Like a lot of those poor boys.

Did you see him in here last night?

You know, before the rally?

See him? I couldn't miss him.

He was buying drinks like there's no tomorrow.

He had cash? Yeah.

I figured he got lucky at the Pharaoh table.

Uh-huh. Where else would a coot like that get cash?

I don't know.

Maybe the same place he got that big, shiny gun.

You're not with Captain Buckner.

He's resting in his room.

Oh.

I see you're not with him either.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

I'm guessing you're a supporter, then?

Well, yes, I am.

LOGAN: No, you cannot speak to Mr. Musgrave.

The Pinkertons represent Captain Buckner.

I have a job to do.

And I have a duty.

But you can't be impartial in this matter.

What?

You may be elected by the people,

but the mayor can make your life miserable.

Folks are saying that if this matter is investigated properly,

and facts come to light

that do not reflect well on the mayor,

he could take your badge away.

Who's saying that?

Folks.

Mrs. Warne, this matter is being properly investigated.

By me.

As I knew it would be.

By you.

Having your badge taken away

would not be good for the Pinkertons,

as we have come to enjoy such a good

- working relationship with you. - We have?

Oh, well, I think so, don't you?

Well, yes.

So if we cooperate, our lives will be much easier.

Easier.

I like the sound of that.

(Both laughing) So you've identified the weapon?

As a matter of fact, I have.

.44-calibre muzzleloader.

The same kind that killed Lincoln.

Indeed. Keen observation.

Have you recovered the bullet?

Sorry?

Will forced Musgrave to fire in the air.

The bullet must be somewhere.

I'll go look for it.

Sheriff Logan and I searched the scene thoroughly

for the bullet Musgrave fired in the air.

Couldn't find it. You worked with Logan?

You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

Why would I want to catch flies?

Buttering him up allowed me to borrow the gun

that Musgrave used.

I'd be more impressed

if he wasn't such an easy mark.

You know, you could try using a little honey yourself.

Oh, okay.

Good work, Mrs. Warne.

Oh, why, thank you, Mr. Pinkerton!

JOHN: Mrs. Warne.

Did you find anything interesting?

Yeah.

This gun's never been fired.

That can't be.

I heard and saw it fired.

These things are finicky.

Leave a charge in too long, it'll misfire.

Yeah, but this wasn't a misfire. This gun's never been fired.

At the risk of repeating myself, I saw it fired.

I mean, it's never fired a bullet.

The barrel's as smooth as the day it was bored.

Judging by the burn pattern,

I'd say that this gun fired a large charge of blackpowder

for maximum flash and noise.

But no bullet.

The kind used for stage effects.

Mr. Musgrave?

Who's there?

I'm... Mrs. Veronica Fenwick,

from the Ladies' Temperance Crusade.

God, night of the living, you come to the wrong place.

I'm here to help you.

Listen, lady,

I seen things and I done things, and it give me a thirst.

Go away.

That's just it.

It's not your fault.

It's the bottle that led you to this terrible pass.

That's where you're wrong, Missy.

Sure, I like a taste, and another.

But I would have take a shot at that Yankee bastard

if I was a holy roller drowning in a vat of tea.

I was clear-eyed about it.

Clear-headed too.

I refuse to believe it.

It was the demon rum that turned you so.

Someone perverted you.

They gave you the money for the drink.

And they gave you the gun too, yes?

That's funny stuff for a churchgoing woman to know.

Who gave you the gun?

None of your damn business.

Why don't you go save someone else?

I can help get you out of here. I can prove you're innocent.

Only thing I'm guilty of is not killing that lying Yankee.

But your gun... I wasn't used to it, is all.

And I got jumped.

But Buckner'll get his soon enough.

They's others.

Others? You mean some kind of conspiracy?

No.

A crusade.

The Invisible Knights will get him.

The Invisible Knights?

I don't chew my cabbage twice. You don't have to.

I've heard of them.

A vigilante gang.

Night riders, fighting against Federal forces.

They'll never surrender.

Defend the rights of the South forever.

So they gave you the money and the gun?

Who are they? Who talked to you?

They don't have to talk.

They ride in darkness.

Leave notes and such.

Notes?

Surprised, huh?

Crazy old Musgrave. Didn't figure he could read.

No, it's-- It's just--

I know all kinds of surprising things.

Now get the hell out of here!

And don't you come back.

Unless you got a bottle.

(Knocking on door)

WILL: Mr. Buckner, are you awake?

Mr. Colfax wants you over at the church

to court the religious vote.

(Knocking)

(Door creaking open)

Mr. Bucker?

(Sighing)

No one saw Buckner to the west.

None of the ranch hands saw anything on Blue Springs Road.

And the ferryman said that he never crossed the river.

Well, I checked at the telegraph office.

No messages to or from Buckner.

But I did find this dispatch

from that New York reporter, Tilden.

"All Missouri is mystified by the sudden disappearance

of war hero and mayoral candidate Eli J. Buckner."

Wonder what your father will think of that?

How's he going to know?

Well, Tilden left the dispatch at the office

to send to his paper, the New York World.

In New York?

Okay, so the old man reads all the New York papers,

although he doesn't know we're connected to this.

Oh, I jotted down a few salient notes

from his story.

"Particularly notable is the failure

"of the famous Pinkerton Detective Agency

to protect the candidate."

We have to find Buckner.

We? I never agreed to protect him.

Ah, ah, ah, my father put you here to watch me.

Every time I mess up, you've failed.

But don't worry.

I might be able to save your bacon.

(Exhaling)

Mayor Turner Hancock is offering $100

for information leading to the discovery

of the whereabouts of Eli J. Buckner.

Wow, $100 is a lot of money.

Well, at a time like this,

we have to put partisan politics aside

and think of the common good.

Of course, if for some reason you were confident

of never having to pay out,

you could make a grand offer of any amount.

Meaning what?

Nothing. Speaking of paying out,

you weren't splashing money around

in the saloon last night, were you?

Buying drinks? Maybe for old Musgrave?

Do you have any accusations to make?

All I want is to, you know, collect your reward.

It is you offering the reward, isn't it?

I heard about Captain Buckner.

Doesn't make me or the Pinkertons look very good.

You can't be with him all day, Will.

I guess.

Look, I need to ask you about the mayor's money man, Pierce.

Pierce? He's in here every now and then.

Likes to throw his money around.

Boasts about how he makes his money buying and selling land.

He calls it "speculation."

Hmm.

(Slamming shot glass on counter)

"Thanks for the information, Annalee.

Can I buy you dinner sometime?"

(Sighing)

(Indistinct chattering)

Good day, ma'am.

I just came from the county clerk's office,

where I'm told you work. Miss Gallimore, is it?

Yes, sir.

This won't take but a minute. May I?

I suppose.

Now, the trouble is the county clerk wasn't there.

Perhaps I can help, Mister...?

Pinkerton. William Pinkerton.

Oh, my.

(Laughing)

A Pinkerton man.

I must say that the clerk's absence

puts me in something of a bind.

Do you have a first name?

Diana.

That is a beautiful name.

It means heavenly, you know. I didn't.

And very appropriate, if I may say.

What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Pinkerton?

I have an aunt that lives near Bonner Springs.

Her neighbour is questioning the property line

in regards to a shared pond, ideal for watering cattle.

But he wants it all for himself.

The man's a cad, if you'll pardon my language.

He is a cad indeed, if you'll pardon my language.

Well, my aunt needs access to the original surveyor's report,

on file at the clerk's office.

Well, tell me your aunt's name and I'll get you that report.

There's the trouble.

She tried last week and he couldn't find it.

Misfiled.

He said it could be anywhere.

He didn't have time to look.

Oh, dear. I told her

I'd come find it for her, but with the clerk gone

I completely understand you being unable to grant me

access to those records.

To defend your aunt against that cad?

What kind of public servant would I be

to stand in your way?

I'll just finish my apple pie

and walk back to that office,

and you can look to your heart's content.

You are a goddess.

(Laughing)

Eli.

You in there?

You damn fool.

I told you not to come here. What if you'd been followed?

I had to come.

The whole town's in an uproar over you disappearing.

Well, of course they are. They're meant to be.

That's why I disappeared.

Craziest stunt I've ever heard of.

You heard that crazy old reb question my heroism

in front of the whole town.

He was a crazy old reb. And drunk.

No one was listening.

All right, no matter.

In a couple of days, I'll stumble back into town

with the thrilling tale of my abduction by bushwhackers.

How I outwitted and outfought them to effect my own escape.

I shall be an unassailable hero.

You're already a hero.

There can be no doubts.

Now get back into town until I make my triumphant return.

Right.

WILL: I've been looking into the mayor's bagman, Pierce.

KATE: Why him?

First, getting the mayor get re-elected isn't his only hobby.

I found some records at the county clerk's office.

Turns out that Pierce paid big money

for a worthless chunk of land by the river.

Interesting.

And now he's offering a $100 reward

for information on Buckner's disappearance.

Well, that's a lot of money.

Not if he doesn't plan on spending it.

Meaning?

Meaning I think that there's a connection

between the land and Buckner's vanishing.

I don't know what it is,

but I think the mayor's people have Buckner.

That's a daft idea.

Allan.

Something a little different?

An undercover job.

Your ma loves it.

Oh, haggis supper.

What kind of pickle have you gotten us into this time, lad?

I do hope you understand

the magnitude of this disaster.

Well, obviously it's a problem.

It's not a problem. It's a fiasco.

It's bad enough

that you chose one side over the other

in this tawdry political affair--

You worked for Lincoln.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that.

Yes, Abraham Lincoln,

the saviour of our nation, God rest his soul.

Not Eli J. Buckner,

who, just by the by,

happens to be running against an old friend of mine,

Mayor Hancock,

who is a potential source of much business

if he wins re-election.

All right, all right!

ALLAN: Not all right.

I haven't even got to the clincher yet.

Because mere hours after you agreed

to protect this Buckner,

the fellow vanishes into thin air.

How do you think that looks for the Pinkertons?

The key is, who gave Musgrave the money and the gun?

I think I know, but until I can confirm motive--

No, you need to look at it,

who benefits the most from Buckner's disappearance?

Clearly it's the mayor.

The mayor. Yeah, and his bagman, Pierce.

I don't trust either of them.

Did I just not tell you

that the mayor is a friend of mine?

Then he won't mind answering some questions

about land speculation

You will ask him nothing.

I don't want you anywhere near him.

Thank you very much.

I'll deal with it myself.

He's just as ornery without the beard.

I know your father said he would handle this,

but I'm generally opposed to others solving my problems.

I like that.

What are you going to do?

You are going to look into Pierce's land speculation.

I have another angle to pursue.

Pursue away, Mrs. Warne.

(Speaking inaudibly)

TILDEN: Mrs. Warne? Yes.

T.R. Tilden, New York World.

I'm told by the man down at the telegraph office

that you have been reading my dispatches

and transcribing them

prior to publication.

Yes, I was.

Who do you work for?

The Herald? The Ledger?

Neither.

I work for the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.

I was simply trying to stay informed.

Nevertheless, if this happens again,

my publisher, Mr. Pulitzer,

will take punitive measures.

Actually, Mr. Tilden, I'm glad you approached me.

I was hoping to have a word.

Indeed.

What do you know about

the Invisible Knights of the Confederacy?

Only what I read in the World.

Vigilantes, I believe.

Unrepentant rebels.

Still fighting for their lost cause.

You take a dim view of them.

I was an abolitionist and a Union man at all times.

Funny, because I stumbled upon Mr. Musgrave's

rather meagre belongings,

and I found this.

It's a communiqu� from the Invisible Knights.

So he was one of them.

But this is in your handwriting.

It matches what I saw at the telegraph office.

Are you a member of the organization?

No. I-- I would never betray the Federalist cause.

Mr. Tilden.

I examined the gun Musgrave used.

The stock was handmade with an engraved silver inlay

from Jones & Reed in New York.

I'm sure you're familiar with it.

Yes, I am,

but I've never owned or fired a gun.

Mr. Tilden, please.

The gun fired a large blackpowder charge.

Like the kind used in theatrical productions

that you covered on Broadway.

How do you know Mr. Musgrave?

I didn't.

He was an old rebel, usually drunk.

I thought he'd fall for it, and he did.

What's the idea?

You get an exclusive interview with the assassin?

Sell some newspapers?

I'm ashamed to say it, but yes.

(Scoffing) Mrs. Warne, it's politics.

Everything about it is illusory.

What's one more deception?

So Buckner's disappearance, that's part of your plan?

No. I swear. I know nothing about it.

It's just as big a story as the assassination attempt,

yet I am in completely in the dark.

Maybe you should try some real reporting.

(Speaking inaudibly)

Hey!

Well, Allan Pinkerton.

Surprised to see you here.

(Both laughing)

Oh, I consider any day a success

when somebody says they're surprised to see me.

You here to rally my electoral support

or look into the Buckner affair?

You don't need my help.

I hear that the wards are all well-heeled

and the ground is liberally sprinkled with graft.

All in a good cause, Allan. All in a good cause.

And a little electoral violence? Is that a good cause?

Allan, when we worked together years ago,

I knew you to bend a few laws, tell a few lies.

No, that was to help runaway slaves

on the Underground Railroad.

We risked our lives back then on a noble cause.

This, you're going to tell me,

running for mayor is as important as that?

As important? No.

But we have people dying of cholera in this town.

It destroys lives, it orphans children.

A good sewage system would stop that.

It's important, Allan.

Buckner wouldn't know the first thing about making it happen.

Well, I don't doubt that, but that's all the more

motivation for you to harm him, isn't it? Hmm?

I had nothing to do with any of this.

Come on, now. I swear.

Now... All right.

...can I buy you lunch?

(Laughing) Lunch.

I don't vote in this county.

Lunch.

(Musgrave snoring)

(Clearing throat)

Damnation, I told you not to come back.

No, you told me not to come back without a bottle.

What kind of temperance lady are you?

Don't be an ass, Musgrave.

Real name's Stafford. I'm with the Invisible Knights.

A woman with the Knights?

We're everywhere.

I was sent before to test your loyalty.

You passed with flying colours.

Something you said at the rally the other night

about Liberty Gap, that Buckner was lying about it?

Damn right.

So you know what really happened?

Of course. I was there.

Let's hear it.

Sure.

If you'll pour me another.

(Indistinct chattering)

(Ragtime piano music playing, woman laughing)

It turns out that Tilden, the newspaper man, paid Musgrave

to fake the assassination attempt on Buckner.

Why? To sell newspapers.

What about Buckner's disappearance?

He claims he has nothing to do with it.

Doesn't surprise me.

I think this whole thing's about the money.

And more so the land.

You're talking about Pierce's

worthless chunk of land by the river, I assume?

I went for a walk down there, just off Jackson's Inlet.

You know, where there's been talk about building?

The new bridge.

He's counting on it being built where he's buying.

WILL: If the mayor doesn't get re-elected

and the bridge goes someplace else, Pierce'll be ruined.

Everybody's buying right now.

Even Buckner bought some land up near Excelsior.

To prove he plans on staying, I guess.

Well, I learned a lot from Musgrave,

but I need to talk to Annalee.

She's upstairs, but I wouldn't go up there just now.

Well, this can't wait.

Neither can what's going on up there.

(Sighing)

Excelsior.

And there, my friends, I seized my chance.

I overpowered the closest bushwhacker.

With my chains broken, he had no stomach for a fair fight.

Fair... fair fight.

And soon I dispatched him, but another reb was on me.

Ooh, I knew I had to best him or never return to Kansas City,

or anywhere else in the land of the living.

(Laughing)

(Horse whinnying)

MAN: Whoa!

Colfax.

I told you not to come back here.

Good news, Buckner.

We've come to rescue you.

(Woman laughing)

(Exhaling)

Mrs. Warne.

Miss Webb. I was hoping I could have a word with you.

Come on in.

Seat?

No, thank you.

This is a rather delicate matter.

Well, there's a lot that goes on in this hotel.

Not sure how much of it you would call delicate.

The other night at the rally,

you seemed to be a supporter of Mr. Buckner.

Oh, I just wanted to hear the story again.

About the battle.

So you had heard it before, then?

Oh, yeah.

I saw him at the Strand in St. Louis.

And he told me once in this very room

right after... a time, you know.

Yes.

Well, that leads me to why I'm here.

I need to ask you some...

details about Mr. Buckner.

PIERCE: Hurry up.

It's a long ride back to town.

One question, Pierce.

How'd you find me?

It's important to have a strategy, Buckner,

but it's even more important

with whom you entrust that strategy.

Colfax.

Your little stunt here spooked him so bad

he went with the sure thing.

Sold you out for a nice little sum,

took the first train out of town.

Let's get back and rouse the population,

so everyone will understand what a vile little trick

you played on them.

Very well.

Wait.

When we get back to town...

You'll reveal the truth.

I'll have no way... Of proving it.

Alas, no.

In fact, if we take you back in, you can just say

that I abducted you in the first place.

Maybe not you,

but those two roughnecks out there,

now they look the part. It'll be your word against mine.

I will say this may not work out as you planned.

Damn it. You're right.

I thought you might see things my way.

Yeah. I guess the only thing to do now

is to go ahead and kill you.

Reliable sources tell me you know exactly what goes on

in this town.

That's my job.

Aye, but sadly,

you're linked to the electoral success of Mayor Hancock.

Aren't you?

I don't like what you're implying.

But you do serve at the discretion

of the voter, and the whim of the mayor.

No, if you have neglected any evidence

or failed to follow any leads,

it will go very badly for you, Sheriff.

I am a sworn officer of the law.

And you wish to remain so...

Because there are sins of commission

and then there are sins of omission.

Such as?

Such as...

Did you know that Colfax had left town?

I was aware.

(Chuckling)

So, the campaign manager

of a missing candidate

flees the scene,

and you don't even ask why, eh?

(Laughing) Well...

who am I supposed to ask?

You know exactly

why he disappeared, don't you?

I only found this out about an hour ago.

Before that, I knew nothing.

Ah-ha.

Colfax sold his candidate out to Pierce.

Said that Buckner faked the whole thing.

Pierce's gone to get him, bring him back to town,

show him for a fraud.

I figure I'd bide my time here.

Crowd could get ugly.

And the mayor?

In the dark.

He likes it that way when things get a little, uh, greasy.

Aye.

But just because he likes the dark

doesn't mean that he has to drag you down

into it with him, does it?

See, some of us like the broad daylight.

We can see where we're going.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We'll get this over with quickly, Buckner.

No need to be uncivilized.

Just got to find a good place to bury you.

We got another one here, Mr. Pierce.

So we do.

Believe me,

I didn't want this unnecessary complication.

But you've given me no option, Pinkerton.

Oh, I'm sure we can think of another option.

No.

There's nothing but to kill the both of you.

You'll never get away with this.

I'm here to tell you, Bucky,

I think they will.

(Clicking tongue)

Telegraph cable?

Setting up a line to the house.

Mr. Pinkerton Sr.'s idea.

(Sighing)

Oh, uh,

you must be wondering where the chestnut is.

I am.

Mr. Pinkerton Jr. took him. I advised against it,

knowing how particular you are to the horse.

But he said he might have to do some serious riding.

Did he say where he was going?

Excelsior. Excelsior.

That's where Buckner bought property.

Sorry for the delay, gentlemen.

We just need to find a nice, isolated spot.

I prefer this remain just a disappearance

until election day.

Take your time.

KATE: Whoa.

What are you doing here?

Will?

(Twig snapping)

If you shoot me,

you may consider your employment terminated.

What are you doing here?

Buckner faked the whole thing.

He's hiding out around here somewhere.

Pierce came to get him and expose the fraud.

Will's up here too.

That could lead to escalations.

Come on, gents.

This is the end of the line.

Please, no.

I-- I have money.

Can you shoot him first so I don't have to listen to this?

Dig.

No. I'm an officer and a gentleman.

Speak for yourself.

I can dig real slow.

There's still food on the table.

Multiple horses, and a wagon too,

heading out this way.

I have an unpleasant feeling.

That's good enough.

Let's get this over with.

Wait, wait, hang on, hang on.

Just one more load, so the buzzards don't get me.

All right?

(All exclaiming)

WILL: Pierce!

You realize you're trying to kill a man

in his own grave, right?

(Gun clicking empty)

(Gunshot, yelling in pain)

That's enough gunplay for today.

Give it.

Will, are you okay?

You took the shot?

Where's Buckner?

ALLAN: Consider yourself rescued.

Utterly disgraced, but rescued.

I'm the victim of a conspiracy. Lies.

Most of them your own.

About what really happened at Liberty Gap.

You didn't get shot off your horse.

(Soldiers shouting) (Gunfire)

MUSGRAVE: The fool fell off his horse.

(Groaning loudly)

I know, because I got shot

and he landed right near me.

(Panting in fear)

He took to the ground and stayed there.

It was his boys took the 7th Arkansas.

He had nothing to do with it.

He didn't get up 'til the thing was done.

(Panting)

Telling some story about being wounded,

claiming the victory.

(Grunting in pain)

BUCKNER: That's a lie.

You're going to take the word of some mad old traitor?

Oh, I didn't take his word. I confirmed it.

I believe you're familiar with Annalee Webb,

at the hotel?

She has nothing to do with this.

No, but she is in a position

to have observed your body unobstructed.

She tells me there wasn't a mark on it.

Of course, there should be, given your grievous wounds.

The woman's a whore.

Why don't you just strip down then, Bucky?

Show us those glorious wounds.

ALLAN: I believe Mr. Buckner

has just withdrawn his candidacy for mayor.

Hmm?

(Panting)

(Train bell clanging)

MAN: Hurry up, Jimmy! BOY: I'm coming!

WILL: I can't believe he's just free to go.

Well, they couldn't hold him very long.

Abducting yourself is not a real big crime.

The loss of heroic stature and revelation of his true nature.

That's worse than a death penalty for him.

All detailed in my most recent story,

just sent to New York.

Hang on, Tilden. How are you still walking around?

You got Musgrave all liquored up and gave him the gun.

Loaded with a blank.

Creating a disturbance and public nuisance.

I paid the fine.

That doesn't seem right.

Trust me, Mrs. Warne,

I paid a heavier price.

My story included a full account of my own actions

in these events.

And my resignation.

My career as a journalist is over.

Well, there's always the circus. Will.

HANCOCK: And seeing as all the other miscreants have gone free,

and Mr. Pierce's actions would tarnish the reputation

of the mayor in this critical election,

I'm sure leniency for Mr. Pierce is best advised.

He threatened lives,

committed multiple abductions and conspired to murder.

Shot at people.

He stays in jail with his roughnecks

until the judge sobers up.

It's your hide too.

He stays.

Come on, Allan.

I'll take my leave of you.

Hey, you still owe me lunch. I cannot believe it.

You're an honorary Scotsman, you are.

Right, well, that's our business concluded, eh?

So don't make me come here and clean up your puddles.

Hang on. To be fair,

if I hadn't uncovered those land transactions--

It would mean nothing without the gun,

Musgrave's story and Annalee.

Without me prying revelations about Colfax and Pierce

out of the sheriff,

uh, we've got nothing.

Okay...

so we all contributed.

Exactly.

Just, some of us contributed more than others.

You almost shot me.

Wait, what?

No. Nothing. It was nothing.

ALLAN: Nothing? I almost died.

KATE: Well, but I didn't actually shoot you, did I, Allan?

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

ANNOUNCER: Next week, on The Pinkertons.

Aren't you supposed to be in St. Louis?

I came as soon as I got your telegram

about Rutherford Smith being murdered.

- You knew him? - Rutherford Smith

was a Pinkerton detective.

WILL: You had an agent here and you didn't tell us?

Stop! Mr. Pinkerton.

Dear God, you're alive.