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(Horses whinnying)

What do you think?

With all the cholera loose in town,

probably the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Be serious.

Twelve people died last week. That's serious.

(Vendors chattering indistinctly)

Surveillance?

Think it's a robbery?

Even bushwhackers aren't that obvious.

Something we said?

STAGECOACH HANDLER: Whoa!

Easy. Here you are.

Whoever's in the coach merits protection.

(Townsfolk chattering)

WILL: It's General Sterling Price.

It's Old Pap himself.

Used to be Governor of the state.

I know who he is.

Then he turned Confederate general.

He was ruthless during the war. Never surrendered,

marched his entire army into Mexico instead.

I know who he is!

Come on, let's get a closer look.

If he's back in Missouri, it's for a reason.

It's not likely to be good.

(Woman screaming)

(Gasping) Oh, my God.

He's dead?

You recognize him?

(Sighing) No.

It seems like he was bludgeoned

with a rounded, heavy object.

Puncture wounds in the back.

Whoever wanted him dead really wanted him dead.

I don't get it. How did you know to head this way

before the woman screamed?

I wasn't heading here, I was heading away from--

What?

Away from something I'd never thought

I'd have to deal with again.

(Sighing, door opening)

So...

The deceased was MacKenzie Addison.

A traveling stationery salesman.

That sounds like a contradiction in terms.

I mean he sold stationery.

Envelopes, scented paper, pens and the like.

So... Found this in his room at the Dubois.

Came to town three days ago,

approached a few people with his pitch,

didn't make any sales.

Not much of a salesman.

Well, they took "no" for an answer.

(Will sighing)

This man wasn't a travelling salesman.

He was an agent for the state government,

under a false identity. He was here,

working on a personal mission for the Governor.

You got all that from just peeking inside the box?

No. I received a telegram from the Governor's office.

They've hired us to investigate the murder of his agent.

You could have told me that when I walked in.

I could've, but where's the fun in that?

Well, if you know everything,

what's a Governor's agent doing in Kansas City?

That, apparently, is privileged information.

The telegram just says to solve the murder.

We'd have a much better chance of solving it

if we knew what he was doing here.

I mean, how is... Price!

It has to have something to do with Price coming to town.

We don't know that.

Come on, that can't be a coincidence.

Well, they happen! That's why the word exists.

Price was a former Governor.

We're being hired by the current Governor.

Price was murderous in the war,

invaded his own state, killed thousands of people,

refused to surrender after Appomattox,

caused trouble down in Mexico. I mean, all these things!

Tell me where I'm wrong.

You're not wrong.

What?

Hold on, I'm usually wrong about something.

What's going on here?

It's not relevant.

What is it about Price?

When you laid eyes on him, you ran the other way.

That's not like you.

I crossed paths with Sterling Price once before.

During the war.

You know him? Well, not directly.

But I know what he's capable of.

I was working undercover.

The federal government had contracted your father

for a mission, and he hired me.

What kind of a mission?

Price had a young adjutant.

Lieutenant Harris. Charles.

Charlie. I was assigned to get to know him.

Get to know him? To make him trust me.

And how did you-- I mean, obviously, there are ways, but--

Look, Will, we're wasting time here.

I think you may be right.

I think Price has something to do with the murder.

Go back in town and find out what he's up to.

You should come with me.

Will, we have a spy's sample case here.

I'm guessing it contains more than just stationery.

(Indistinct chattering)

Alright.

PRICE: Careful with that barrel, boys!

It's full of blood!

The lifeblood of freedom!

Ink!

Ink with which I will declare the truth

on the pages of a new voice in this wilderness.

I will print the truth.

I will speak with honesty.

I will detail the degradations of the government in Washington,

their incursions on our rights as a sovereign state,

and their insidious crushing of the rights

of freeborn citizens.

(Crowd cheering, shouting)

(Bird calling distantly)

(Sighing)

(Sniffing)

Hmm...

(Sniffing)

(Sniffing)

KATE: It made perfect sense.

He was selling paper scented with lilac and lavender,

but sour milk? There's not much call for that.

Using milk as invisible ink.

Did that when I was little.

So, you heated up the paper, and...

And found that our dead agent had been hiding copious notes

that wouldn't make sense if found in the possession

of a salesman.

Notes about?

General Sterling Price.

Ha-ha, I was right!

KATE: Yeah, but where does it get us?

Should give me some credit.

Suppose Price, or someone working for him, found out

that the salesman was a spy.

That would be reason to kill him.

But it would have been simpler to shoot him.

This guy was bludgeoned and stabbed.

Suggesting two murder weapons. Complicated and messy.

Plus, he was dead before Price and his boys hit town.

Price could have sent men into town before he arrived.

Hmm, it would had to been somebody other

than those two bushwhackers he rode in with.

You know the funny thing about Price?

Despite his ruthlessness and all the blood he's shed,

he still claims to be a religious man.

It's a bizarre interpretation of the Bible,

but he's not the first to twist scripture and verse

to his own end.

WILL: Says here that Price had a personal chaplain.

Some old preacher he dragged around with him.

But it's more than likely the fella just told him

what he wanted to hear.

Well, he'd be worth talking to.

That's gonna be a problem.

He died recently.

So Price needs a new confidante.

(Patrons chattering, arguing)

Annalee, sweetheart.

I was hoping I could get into the room that the salesman

rented just one more time.

I let you in once, and his sample case went missing.

And I'm here to return it.

Have you seen this?

Price attacks the government in Washington.

He attacks the government in Jefferson City.

He spits on the memory of President Lincoln.

And he accuses our Union soldiers of atrocities...

He's getting what he wanted.

People are riled.

I haven't heard the silversmith say two words in a year

and now he's Daniel Webster.

SHANAHAN: This rag besmirches the honour of my dead brothers in blue.

CRANSTON: Since when has the Union Army ever had honour?

SHANAHAN: We had enough to win the war.

You call what Sherman did in Georgia war?

I served with Sherman.

Then you're a thief and a killer!

I'm a thief?! Stop it, stop it!

Stop it, both of ya!

Sit down!

LOGAN: Last week, you was playin' cards together.

Bad enough we got cholera in this town

without you two trying to restage Bull Run!

You oughta be ashamed.

This is all your fault.

I got half a mind to run you out of town.

Sir, I am only publishing a paper.

Or is freedom of the press the next constitutional right

your government will suppress?

As the psalmist taught us to say,

"Blessed be the Lord, my rock and my firm,

"and keen strength who teaches my hands to war

and my fingers to fight!"

(Crowd cheering, booing)

MAN: Help me with the wheel here, will ya?

(Townsfolk indistinctly chattering)

MAN 2: And I don't know what to do!

(Townsfolk chattering)

(Logan sighing)

Something giving you that urgent look, Sheriff?

I rue the day that Price rolled into town.

(Sighing)

PRICE: Sheriff!

I want whoever's responsible

for this crime in jail by sundown!

Good for you. Let me know when you find him.

My brand-new printin' press lies in pieces!

All my equipment destroyed!

They tried to burn the place down!

Do you have any idea who did it?

Well, a Yankee, obviously.

Somebody scared of the truth.

Someone who thinks I can be shut down. But they're wrong.

I want the culprit apprehended.

Well, first, I got a murder to solve.

You're next in line.

I will not be silenced!

In the words of the Prophet Isaiah,

"Behold! It is written before me,

"I will not keep silent, but I will repay,

"both their own iniquities

and the iniquities of their fathers."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Sighing)

WILL: You know, I never did trust someone

always quoting scripture.

My dear mother quotes scripture.

Really?

(In Southern accent:) "From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly!"

Or so says the scripture.

Join me for my soul-saving revival meetin'.

Right here, tonight.

SHANAHAN: You better not be accusin' me of anything, Cranston!

All I'm saying is you were plenty worked up

about Price's paper yesterday,

and today, his place is a wreck!

I ain't sayin' I ain't happy about what happened,

but there are plenty others who'd like to see

that traitorous bastard get his.

Are you callin' a Confederate general a traitor?!

Well, Cranston, ain't you quick on the uptake?

You son of a--

Yeah, I killed plenty of Rebs already.

I'm happy to add you to the list.

Brothers. Stop it!

Enough strife and anger, enough sinfulness!

He started it!

I did not. KATE: Brothers, cease.

God knows what's in your hearts.

Only He will judge you.

Tell him!

PRICE: Good lady!

That was an impressive display of righteousness

and moral courage.

Thank you, sir.

General Sterling Price, retired.

And I have the honour of addressing...?

Sister Beatrice Mulgrew. Here on God's work.

Well, any way that I can help a lady serving the Lord?

You could attend my revival meetin' this evening.

But, of course, my schedule is difficult.

Are you right with God, General?

I believe I am.

KATE: The spirit must be fed,

through fellowship, and revival,

and discussions on Godly matters.

No one should go long without such things.

Indeed.

Sister, it would be my very great privilege

to buy you lunch and talk further.

Might I ask you to meet me here in thirty minutes' time?

I believe I can accommodate you, General.

Until then.

I need to talk to you.

Well, I'm sure you do!

One look tells me you are clearly in difficulty

with the Lord.

Perhaps you could come to my revival meeting

this evening?

Right, the, uhh, the difficulty,

with, uhh, God working in mysterious ways...

Difficulty with that bonnet's more like it.

(In normal accent:) What's wrong with my bonnet?

Reminds me of my grade three teacher, Mrs. Dunk.

Used to give me a strap on a daily basis.

Well I'm sure you deserved it.

Anyway, this disguise is working.

I'm meeting Price for lunch in a little while.

Oh. Let's hope he's ready to confess.

The man's on a mission. Ready to spread the word.

What did you need to talk to me about, anyway?

I'm not making much progress on the agent's murder.

Yeah, I found the silversmith's card

in the salesman's hotel room,

but that doesn't exactly seal it.

The silversmith's not likely to confess to anything

based on a found card. We need more.

(Sighing) I'll go see what Logan has.

If anything.

WILL: What do you know about the silversmith?

Sam Cranston.

Came to town a couple years ago, set up his business.

Never caused trouble.

He's a Confederate vet, right?

Like half the town.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

No reason?

Well, it's not important. Thanks.

I must thank you again for your hospitality, General.

I consider it tithing.

Giving to support the work of an evangelist such as yourself.

It must be difficult travelling this country on your own.

The Lord protects me, until he does not.

And that, too, would be his will.

Precisely how I feel.

Cholera's spread by water, General.

Are you that sure of the Lord?

Yes. But I carry my private supply, just in case.

I'm relieved.

We don't want to lose you.

The hardest part of my calling is...

want of someone to talk to.

Not in the everyday sense, I mean, of course.

But rather someone to witness with, and to share with,

and discuss matters of the spirit.

It is hard to find someone

who understands the sense of being-- Of being called...

On a mission.

You understand.

I too have a calling, Sister.

I have been tasked by God to right grievous wrongs.

To end iniquities.

Such as...?

The current state of affairs.

The unjust and incorrect end to the recent war.

Ah.

The Lord has called me to restore the old order

and to build a new and greater Confederacy,

true to the rights of sovereign states,

and the property rights of all white men.

Has the Lord shown you how to accomplish your mission?

It begins here in Kansas City.

The Guardian is the first of many papers

I shall open across the state.

I shall preach the truth.

I will create a thirst for a savior

from our current morass,

and then I will retake the governor's office.

From there, things will move rapidly.

A declaration of sovereignty.

That will mean war.

Blood will be required.

Significant resources. Money?

Money will be no object.

Will there be blood?

Yes.

But as the Psalms say,

"he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked."

Kate, I went to go see the silversmith, Cranston.

The one who was fighting with the farmer?

He's not fighting with him anymore.

Cranston's been shot dead.

So the silversmith was killed.

We know he's been in contact with the stationery salesman,

because I found his business card

in the salesman's hotel room.

But the salesman was a government agent

investigating Price.

And after what you heard at lunch,

it seems that the state had a very good reason

to keep tabs on Price. I'm telling you, Will,

I mean, this man, he thinks he's on a divine mission.

I'd say he has delusions of grandeur,

but he has the history and contacts to cause real evil.

Damn, almost forgot.

Look what I found at the silversmith's.

Silver dome spike.

Standard tool of the trade for a smith.

Yeah, yeah, but look at the shape of it.

Sharp on one end, heavy blunt object on the other.

The shape matches the head wound on the governor's agent.

And the other end accounts for the puncture wounds.

Silversmith killed the agent.

But why?

And who killed the silversmith?

And why?

(Grunting)

(Indistinct chattering)

You!

Come and lift with the boys.

I'd like to, sir, but I work for Sister Beatrice

and she's waiting for me.

She'll understand. Take the side of that crate.

Well, sir, I have to get back to Sister Beatrice.

You say no to me?

Bring him in here, boys.

Hey--

(Grunting)

You know what this is, boy?

Sulfuric acid.

You know what it does?

Now imagine what it does to the eyes.

(Whimpering)

The spirit is upon me, boy,

fortunately for you.

You can keep those eyes of yours.

Just don't ever tell me no again.

A little correction, for reminder.

(Screaming)

Sister Beatrice.

It's a miracle you've come to town.

I need a moment of your time.

I'm occupied at the moment.

Please come to the meeting tonight.

He'll be dead by tonight.

Who will be dead? My husband.

He has cholera. Cholera's in town.

That doesn't mean he has it. Take him to the doctor.

He's past a doctor.

There's watery flux, and his face is turning black.

Oh. I love him.

And now he's like to die, and the sin will be on me.

But you had nothing to do with it.

I sinned against him.

(Sighing)

We sin against God, not man.

Now let me call a doctor for you.

He's away so long, on the summer hunts, and it makes me angry.

So angry that I...

I went with another man while he was gone.

And now he's like to die.

And if I don't tell him what I did,

he can't forgive me.

But if I do tell him, will he not die betrayed?

I have to think on that.

You're a woman of God, Sister.

He will speak right through you.

Honour your conscience.

Do what's best.

I'll pray for you.

Hey, where are you going?

I just heard that Logan arrested a suspect

in the silversmith murder.

I don't have any idea who.

Well unless Sheriff Logan has solid evidence,

which I doubt, it's premature. It could harm our case.

Which explains my haste. Fill you in later.

Uh-uh-uh, Pinkerton.

I saw him first. My arrest, my credit.

Shanahan's your suspect?

Farmer Shanahan over there is a former Union soldier

who, might I stress, publicly threatened

to kill Cranston yesterday.

That's pretty circumstantial, Sheriff.

Well, it's damn good circumstance--

Circums--

It's damn good.

Do you have the gun he used? No.

And before you ask, I do not have the murder weapon

that killed the salesman. Well, a town awash

with murder weapons, and you can't seem to find one.

Can you?

John, what happened to your neck?

It's nothing.

Nothing a beer can't fix, anyhow.

You're hurt.

The skin's almost charred. What did you do?

Just a little accident.

John.

I had an encounter with General Price.

What kind of encounter?

There you go, sir.

What kind of encounter?

A disciplinary one.

Just wanted to wish you well

before your meeting tonight, Sister.

Why did you harm Mr. Bell?

Oh, calm yourself, now.

Your boy resisted orders, is all.

You had no right to order him to do anything.

I'm a white man and a general in the Confederate States Army.

That gives me the right.

Have you lost faith in my mission, Sister Beatrice?

I surely hope not.

No. No, of course not.

There, there, now. All is well.

Yes. All is well.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I have to find some privacy to pray for your success.

PRICE: A black man drinking in a proper hotel.

Don't get used to it.

(Door closing)

Is that liquor?

It's a cordial.

Oh. I stand corrected.

(Inhaling and exhaling)

I have to tell you something.

It's about me. Sit down.

Really? The mysterious Mrs. Warne

is going to tell me something about herself?

Okay.

Let me get settled.

Your father invented the art of spying in this country.

I was his first female agent.

I'm very aware of that.

Sterling Price brought on a new kind of war.

I mean, he slaughtered people.

Black people especially.

Stole their children, sold or hanged them.

And?

You father had a mission,

one which I willingly volunteered for.

If all it took to stop Price was a compromise of honour,

it would have been a sin not to do it.

And whose honour are we talking about?

Will, you know very well whose honour.

Please just...

Please listen.

I put myself in the path of an officer

on General Price's staff.

The Lieutenant Harris you spoke of.

Charlie?

Yes.

He was young, and passionate.

The thing was not hard to do.

I quickly gained access to the General's supply routes,

orders of battle which I relayed to the Union forces.

And they defeated Price at Yuka and Corinth.

Well, that's good work.

It cost the general 6,222 men.

That's war, Kate.

Including Charlie.

Turned out he kept a diary.

With details about you in it?

Wait a minute, how did Price not recognize you?

He never saw me.

I crossed over Union lines before things came to light.

Price shot Charlie.

And I'm sure he died believing it had all been a mistake.

That I would never use him in such a way.

Will, towards the end, I...

I know I shouldn't, but...

I had feelings for him.

I really did.

And that's why you're after Price.

People hurt each other for specific reasons.

Greed, anger, passion.

But Price?

He had and has no reasons.

He's simply evil.

Now, I may not be a woman of God,

but I will not abide the devil.

He burned John Bell today.

What do you mean, he burned him?

On the neck and shoulders, with sulfuric acid.

He burned him because of the colour of his skin.

Wait, he used sulfuric acid?

What does it matter what he used?

Because handling acid is dangerous.

Why wouldn't Price just use fire?

He had it on hand for a different purpose.

What else would you use sulfuric acid for?

(Gasping softly)

WOMAN: Mr. Johnson,

how are you today?

Sulfuric acid is used in the manufacture

of printing plates on certain machines.

Including this one? No.

These pieces are from an R.M. Hoe rotary press.

It's a new design. Doesn't use sulfuric acid.

So why does Price have the acid?

(Sighing)

Will, the kind of press that uses sulfuric acid,

it prints money.

He told me that money would be no object.

The general's printing counterfeit currency

to finance his takeover of the state.

We got to find that printing press.

The Bushwhacker camp outside of Mission Hills.

Go and check there. And you?

I'll see what else I can find in here.

Will, go quickly.

But don't interact with them.

You either.

Will, I told you not--

Told him to what?

Let's get you to General Price.

Of course.

I'm glad to see you, Sister.

I've got a Bible verse that troubles me.

I could do with elucidation.

Whatever my poor skills may offer, General.

It is from Isaiah 29, verse 12.

"The men that pursue her need not tire themselves.

At mating time they will find her."

What do you suppose that means?

Well, sir, the wonders of Isaiah are many.

And then, of course, he is thought to have been

several different authors,

so it can be hard to say who's speaking

at any given time.

But it is not hard to know

that the quotation is not from Isaiah, Sister,

but rather from Jeremiah.

It seems strange that a preacher woman would not know that.

Consider me rebuked.

I thought there was something familiar about you, Sister,

but I couldn't quite place it.

You seemed to be pretending to religion.

Skillfully, mind you.

But I didn't know why.

And then that idea of a woman pretending to be someone else

brought to mind a previous situation.

A soldier on my staff in the late conflict.

Fine young man.

Sensitive and brave.

But innocent, and blind to the ways of women.

I was in the far West during the war.

He rapidly betrayed his country,

his friends, and himself.

I had to shoot him, of course,

but I still remember him fondly.

In fact, just the other day I took out his diary

after I saw you speak.

It details his love for the treacherous woman.

It isn't terribly well written,

as his talents did not run to the literary sphere.

But he had considerable skill as an artist.

(Grunting)

(Urinating)

(Sighing)

(Grunting)

That's for wetting up my boots.

I suggest you're the Union spy

that cost me so much at Corinth.

And you're a killer. No.

I defended the human race against slave rebellions.

They weren't slaves. They were emancipated.

God cursed the sons of Ham to be slaves to all nations,

and slaves, by definition, are not human.

You can no more murder a black man than you can a dog.

All men are human.

Ephesians 6, verse 5.

"Slaves, obey your earthly masters

with fear and trembling."

The devil quotes scripture for his purpose.

Besides, madam,

which of us is the killer here?

I lost 6,000 men at Corinth.

They died from your incompetence.

And Charlie Harris died from your whoring!

Your turn as Sister Beatrice,

as beguiling as it was,

leaves one question unanswered.

Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?

Mrs. Kate Warne,

with the Pinkertons National Detective Agency.

The Pinkertons.

Might have guessed it.

Union puppets.

General Sterling Price,

I arrest you in the name of the government of Missouri,

of which I am a deputized agent.

On what charge?

Counterfeiting.

A vile and groundless accusation.

Your newspaper provides cover for printing false currency,

which you'll use to finance your election.

If they ever find your body,

which I sincerely doubt,

so vast are the plains in the West,

no one will care what occurred.

A white woman travelling alone.

Savages not yet driven off.

You'll have to get me out of the hotel first.

By steamer trunk.

After we bleed you out in the bath.

Take her.

I see you've got everything in hand here, as usual.

Put down the gun. I don't think so.

My man will shoot her.

Well, then I'll shoot you and him.

You won't kill us both.

You'd never know.

You'd be dead before I shot him.

You didn't get to be this big a man

by making bad decisions, General.

So what do you propose?

You surrender and we arrest you.

PRICE: Declined.

My position remains strong.

You tired of this?

And hungry too.

Very well.

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

Your weapon.

I think not.

She'll shoot you, General.

Again, I think not.

Like yourselves, I'm hungry.

And you have nothing you can prove, Pinkertons.

Found this in your little printing press.

Worth 15 years at Leavenworth.

PRICE: I do not own a printing press.

I saw one in the camp of some friends,

but I did not buy it and do not operate it.

I doubt you'll shoot me in the back

in a hotel full of witnesses.

I suppose I do owe you dinner, though.

You can join me in the dining room if you like.

The butter here in Kansas City

is of the finest grade, don't you think?

I'll have a drink, long as you're paying, General.

Care for some fortification?

I'm a Christian man. I do not drink spirits.

Never have.

Well, I'll have a whisky.

That's not a sight long for this world.

KATE: All men are free, General,

since the war you lost, remember?

You, boy, fetch us some whisky.

He will not fetch you anything.

You heard me, boy.

Yes, I did.

No hard feelings, General, but the war is over.

We must all learn to get along.

You sassing me, boy?

No, sir.

Just the facts.

The facts are I shall restore the old order

and build a new and greater Confederacy,

true to the rights of sovereign states,

and the property rights of all white men.

Property rights? Call it what it is, General.

Slavery? It is not an evil term.

The Israelites of old held slaves.

Titus 2:9, "Tell slaves to be submissive

"to their masters,

and to give satisfaction in every respect."

Well, that's the thing.

Folks find the right verse, the right slant.

They do things they know are wrong,

and they can't live with that.

But I can. And live well.

So they turn to religion,

find some verse and shame it with hate.

This your idea of getting along well, boy?

Justify anything you want, General.

But deep down, you know.

And it'll plague you if there's a God in Heaven.

And by the way,

that's not where you're headed.

Surprisingly eloquent for an African.

Oh, and you have nothing on me

or you would have arrested me by now.

You admitted to me that you were counterfeiting.

I said no such thing.

We have you with the plate in your possession.

It's not my camp.

And I've passed no counterfeit money.

You have nothing.

The government agent realized that Cranston the silversmith

was working on a counterfeiting plate.

So Cranston killed the agent and left him in the alley.

He then brought the plates to you, which was a mistake,

because you promptly had him killed as well.

A claim for which there is no shred of evidence.

Although there may be charges against people

for impersonating religious figures.

Since I am leaving

for St. Louis in the morning a free man,

free from the slightest trace of legal suspicion,

I would like to propose a toast.

To me, and to this nation's magnificent future.

(Indistinct chattering)

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

I can't believe we didn't jail him for something.

Hey, we did good work.

He just hadn't done anything that we could prove, that's all.

KATE: But to see his evil go unpunished.

It's galling, Will.

It's absolutely galling.

MAN: Hyah! Hyah!

I was just at the hotel.

Overheard the doctor say Price might have the cholera.

But how? He travelled with his own supply of water.

Which he left unattended, or so I'm told.

You mean someone put cholera-infected water

into his private supply?

It's possible, I guess.

But with cholera, half die and half recover.

So it's really up to the Lord.

Let him decide how to deal with a man like Price.

You don't think John--

No, no, no, no, Kate.

Half the town would have been more than happy to do it.

Myself included. Well, you didn't.

No.

But I suppose we'll never know.

WOMAN: Sister! Sister Beatrice! Oh!

The most wonderful thing has happened.

I heard your words and I acted on them.

You did?

I told my husband everything while I still could.

Oh! And Sister,

right there in the shadow of death,

he forgave me.

He forgave my sin against him,

and told me others of his own.

And, Sister, we cried together.

And we swore we'd meet in Heaven when we die.

And then this morning, he was better.

The cholera was weaker.

And now he's like to live, and it's all because of you.

Oh, I doubt I had anything to do with it.

Oh, all glory to the Lord, of course.

But you were His instrument.

You gave me to know what I must do,

which is tell the truth.

And the truth has set me free.

Oh, that's right there in the Bible, isn't it?

I suppose it is, somewhere.

(Laughing) I have to rush back.

I hope to get some food in him by tomorrow.

Oh!

Truly, truly, God is great.

And I know Him through you.

Let's hope she doesn't find out who you really are.

(Sighing)

And if she does, maybe she can fill me in.

Buy you breakfast?

Since when can you afford breakfast?

I came into money recently.

ANNOUNCER: Next week, on The Pinkertons...

KATE: She was murdered.

Isabelle O'Shaughnessy.

WILL: Logan was obsessed with her.

Yeah, he didn't want anyone else to have her if he couldn't.

LOGAN: We were planning a life.

Who killed Isabelle? LOGAN: It was Chance.

WILL: Chance is dead. LOGAN: Did I kill him?

WILL: What else are you lying about?

KATE: We have to arrest you, Sheriff.

Chance murdered her, or you did!

I don't know, but I am going to find out!