01x08 - The Death of Mary Collins

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Previously on Walker:
Independence...

- (g*nsh*t)
- ABBY: My husband was k*lled.

Who did that? Who k*lled him?

ABBY: The new sheriff.

Tom Davidson must be stopped.

I could use someone like
you in the sheriff's office.

I'm the only person who
doesn't work for Tom Davidson.

You run this place for him,

Abby's his clerk,
Calian's his tracker.

I failed to be
there for my people.

- MARTHA: What do you know about sisters?
- ABBY: I have one, too.

For most of our lives
we were best friends.

We said things we
can't take back.

AMOS: Did you k*ll one or
two Tongs on your way out?

Pay up, or I'll ride my ass
straight to San Francisco

and tell them
exactly where you is.

Because we are gonna
take down the Davidsons,

and we are gonna set this town
straight all by ourselves,

- because nobody else is gonna help us.
- (grunts)

Help me, Abby.

- ♪ ♪
- (horse neighs)

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

- ♪ It's always coming down ♪
- (grunting)

Whoa. Whoa.

Good morning, Manuel.

- Morning, Hoyt.
- Here to pick up for Reyes Ranch.

- I got it right here for you.
- Ah.

The sweet smell of manure

and grain alcohol.

How I've missed
you, Independence.

(grunts) Anything happen
since I've been gone?

- Nothing much.
- Oh, come on, Manny.

Only excitement I had
the past two weeks

was shooing rabbits out of

- Anna Maria's vegetable garden.
- (Manuel laughs)

You gotta give me something.

A sh**t, bank robbery.

- (grunts)
- Nothing.

Not even a bar fight.

The sheriff should get
stabbed more often.

- (door closes)
- Well, I'll be damned.

It's Farmer Rawlins.

How are the tomatoes
this season?

Nice and juicy?

It's a ranch. We
don't grow tomatoes.

Not since the
cutworms got to 'em.

What's all this?

Still trying to nail
down the sheriff?

Well, you didn't think we'd stop

just because he was gone?

Why didn't you come get
me? I would've helped.

We wanted to give you time,

and let you settle
in at the ranch.

Didn't want to interrupt
all your muckin' and hoein'.

- (Abby chuckles)
- (door opens)

- Shh, shh, shh.
- ABBY: Good morning, Augustus.

Morning, ladies.

Oh, hell no. Uh-uh.

I refuse. Him and me,
we're natural enemies.

- You did not tell him...
- What?

That she's Abigail Collins?

Well, I figured as
much when I was out

at Otis's ranch.

Yeah, I found it mighty odd

that Abby came in town
right around the same time.

And Gus kept my secret
without being asked.

Calian vouched for him, Hoyt.

Fine. Proceed.

Well, we're still trying
to discern motive.

Why would Tom be so desperate
to be sheriff he'd k*ll for it?

HOYT: We ought to look into those
fake Davidson companies then.

GUS: Oh, we already did.

Kate and I went to the
state records office

and found each one.

We got ice cream.

They're buying land in
the path of the railroads.

Nothing points to a personal
vendetta, let alone m*rder.

All right. Then we
should search every inch

- of that sheriff's office.
- ABBY: I did.

But all I found was this.

- Is that Liam's journal?
- I thought so,

but it's actually
Tom's sketchbook.

What does that
bottom-feeder draw, anyways?

Pictures of dead bodies?

Flowers.

It's a study of
Texas native plants.

KATE: Somehow that's spookier,
and I don't know why.

GUS: So this is
everything we have?

It's not exactly a smoking g*n.

It's too bad Tom
Davidson didn't just die.

TOM: Abby, help me, please.

Here.

(grunts)

Somebody help!

That might have been easier,

but it wouldn't be justice.

KATE: Did you hear anything
from the hospital, Gus?

Yeah, he's on the mend.

He'll be back from
Austin in a week or two.

So, what, we got nothing?

Well, we don't have
evidence or motive,

but we do have one thing.

A witness.

You're saying you want to
come forward as his wife?

Abby, I've seen
witnesses get exposed.

Not to put too
fine a point on it,

but they end up dead.

ABBY: We just need one person

outside the Davidson web.

Someone with the
authority to establish

a real investigation.

I know a judge in Austin.
Federal, not state.

My old commander from
my m*llitary days.

It's-it's worth a sh*t.

We really gonna risk Abby's life

on Gus's old w*r buddy?

We won't go unless
you feel safe.

I'm ready. I'll testify.

♪ ♪

(loud rustling)

(birds cawing)

(rustling)

Hello, Gus.

Sheriff. Hello.

I'm feeling fine,
thanks for asking.

I just didn't expect to see
you back so soon is all.

How was it playing sheriff
with Abby as your deputy?

Well, we-we do our best.

The cells are empty,
almost like the town

ran better while I was gone.

Eh, Pax Romana.

Which means you didn't catch
the man who stabbed me.

Well, Sheriff, there was
no evidence, no witnesses.

There was one.

Well, you weren't exactly
talking, were you?

(knock on door)

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Sheriff Davidson.

Yes, ma'am. How
can I help you?

You sent a telegram about
the death of Liam Collins.

Yes, I did. It was
a terrible tragedy.

I'm looking for Mary, his wife.

She's my sister.

When we didn't hear from
Mary, we thought that she was

- sick with grief.
- That's perfectly natural.

But the more time passed,
the more concerned I became.

She and I have been
quarreling in recent years,

and I worried she
might never come home.

So I got on a train.

It's good that you did.

You don't think that she's...

Let's not get too
ahead of ourselves.

I mean, she could have made
her way to another town,

or she could have been too
scared to come forward.

The previous sheriff didn't
know Liam was k*lled,

so he never made
a proper search.

Deputy,

we owe this woman
our full attention.

I was just gonna head to
the Western Union office,

you know, and see if
there are any records

of a telegram to or
from a Mary Collins.

(door closes)

Was there anyone else that knew

your sister was
traveling to Texas?

Miss McKenzie, is
everything all right?

Yeah, just my eyes
playing tricks.

Hey, Kai.

Hoyt, welcome. I have
wonton soup today.

Almost ready.

No time for lunch, I'm afraid.

Just here on ranch business.

Lucia said you had some
alterations for her.

- Yes. All ready to go.
- Mmm.

Maybe some of these
almond cookies, too.

You know, for the ladies.

It is your lucky day, Kai.

Someone left you
a hell of a tip.

I was expecting more
of a celebration.

This is, uh, fake
money. Hell money.

Hell money in a red
envelope is a thr*at.

- Someone wants me dead.
- Who?

The snake oil salesman
from Founders Day.

- Uh-huh.
- He knew my past in San Francisco.

There was a woman I love.

Lily.

I was trying to help her escape

from Chinese organized
crime, the Tong.

But they found her
and, uh, k*ll her.

(exhales sharply)

That is a dangerous enemy

you got there.

I knew a one-armed man in Omaha.

Said the Tong took the other.

Why let you know they're coming?

Waiting is its own
form of t*rture.

(Hoyt sighs)

My father was at the Alamo.

- So you're telling me to stay and fight?
- No.

Staying and fighting
might have been brave,

but it also got my pa k*lled.

So you gotta ask yourself

is there anything in this world

you love more than
your own life?

Yes.

Well, then, take it from a son

who never knew his father.

Run.

Just be sure to let me
know where you end up.

All right?

- You got a horse?
- No.

Say no more.

One getaway horse
coming right up.

Come on.

You have my word that I will
do everything in my power

to find your sister.

In the meantime, this
is my establishment.

Please make yourself at home.

We got a problem.
Did Abby mention...

Absolutely she
did. I've got it.

- Well, Sheriff Davidson.
- Miss Carver.

You know, the last
time I saw you,

you were on death's door.
Look about the same.

And who is this
enchanting creature?

Well, we have a
distinguished guest.

You've got her standing
around in the lobby

like she's a common ranch hand.

Darling, you deserve
somewhere to rest.

I would very much like that.

Yes, of course.

Please see that Miss
McKenzie is put up

in our finest suite.

Thank you.

- He's a peach. Come with me.
- Okay.

Mary! You're all right.

(whispers): You're not Mary.

Abigail is my middle name,

and a nickname Liam had for me.

Thank God for that.

You shouldn't be here, Charlie.

What have you been thinking?

First you leave Boston
with barely any warning.

You send no news from the road,

and then we get word
that Liam is dead.

m*rder*d.

What?

Liam didn't just
die, he was m*rder*d.

Right in front of me.

Abby was sh*t, too.

Oh...

The man who sh*t
Liam, who did this,

is Tom Davidson, the sheriff,

from whom I've been
trying to hide my identity

until you arrived.

How...

How was I to know?

Mary, you don't
have to stay here.

Let me telegram Father.

We can get you to safety,

or he can send someone to help.

No, no. Charlotte, if you
really want to help me,

just stay in this room.

- Kate.
- I've got her.

Where are you going?

To clean up your mess.

TOM: All right, folks...

most of the wagons
they traveled with...

Gus, what's all this?

Search party for Mary.

What does Tom know?

Nothing yet.

Luckily your sister
didn't bring a photograph.

Mm. We need to get out of here.

Go to Austin, see your judge.

We could leave now.

- Understood?
- ALL: Yeah!

Search party should distract
Tom, buy us some time.

Miss Walker?

Just the woman I
was looking for.

Sheriff. Welcome back.

You certainly made
a speedy recovery.

Yes, I did.

I'm sure by now
you've heard all about

Liam Collins' missing wife Mary.

- A bit.
- A few hunters saw

the remains of a
b*rned-out wagon

just over the ridge.

Might be the spot
where it all happened.

Mary's sister is
staying at Hagan's.

Can you fetch her
for me, please?

I want to see the scene
from her perspective.

Well, there's no
need to disturb her.

- It's already been such a distressing day.
- Agreed.

I can join you. I'll be
your woman's perspective.

- You know what? And I'll come.
- Mm.

An extra set of
eyes should help.

I have a different
job for you, Gus.

I should have told
you about the stabbing

when it happened.

It was my pride is all.

No hard feelings, but
he's probably long gone...

Or he might be back
to finish the job.

He had a circular tattoo
on his Kn*fe hand,

and one silver spur on his boot.

Sheriff, that's
not much to go on.

I know. But I trust you're
up for the challenge.

Shall we?

TOM: Did you find anything?

No, it's nothing.

I see Mary played the piano.

She's got a lot of books,
was an educated woman.

Almost like you two are
cut from the same cloth.

Clever women are far more
common than you think, Sheriff.

You can see Independence
from that ridge.

Think she would
have headed there?

- No.
- You sure?

She was probably
scared and alone.

I don't think Mary
would have felt safe

in a town full of strangers.

Good point.

After all, never know where
the k*ller might've went.

What did Charlotte
say about her?

- She was a fighter.
- Huh.

Opinionated, passionate.

There really doesn't seem
to be much of anything here.

Should we head back to town, uh,

reconvene with the
search parties?

Not quite yet.

There's one thing
still weighing on me.

I wanted to thank you.

Thank me for... for what?

That night you found
me bleeding out,

you saved my life.

Anyone would have done the same.

Not anyone.

My own family didn't

check on me in the hospital.

They don't care
if I live or die.

But you do.

You're welcome.

You're right,
there's nothing here.

But I will find her,

wherever she is.

And so it turns out Calian
never sh*t the arrow.

Francis's son set the entire
thing up to frame him.

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

If Abby hadn't defended him,

I don't know what
he would have done.

(both sigh)

It's hard to reconcile that
woman with the little girl who,

whose biggest act of defiance
was an unchaperoned walk.

Mm. That sounds so quaint.

When Abby talks about Boston,
she makes it sound like this...

CHARLOTTE: A den
of cruelty and sin.

Something like that, yeah.

She's not wrong.

Our father is an oil magnate.

He built his fortune by
destroying other people's.

The American way.

Mary vowed that she would never

take another penny from him.

That's a principled stance.
It sounds like Abby.

She wanted me to...

renounce our father, too,

but I... I couldn't.

Mary and I were best friends,

but that broke
something between us.

I try to use our money
for good, but it's...

it's cold comfort to her.

Well, I can't say that I
don't know what it feels like

playing both sides.

Here I am working
with the sheriff.

Your job sounds fascinating.

(Kate laughs)

You're a dancer and
you run this place.

Is that why you moved
to Independence?

No, no.

It's not, no.

I, uh, I tend to
move around a lot,

and, uh, wherever I go,

it seems like there's
a part for me to play,

and a way that people
need to see me.

Or rather that, uh, the
people want to see me.

I know that dance.

It's easy to lose track
of what you really desire.

It is.

(inhales deeply)

But... (exhales sharply)
here I feel like

I finally have room to
start deciding for myself.

My future is as wide as
that prairie out there.

No frontiers in Boston, sadly,

but we make do

with... discreet parlors.

Charlotte McKenzie...

you are not how your
sister described.

My friends call me Charlie.

You two and your nicknames.

(both grunting)

I'm here to save your life.

If you're gonna
make a quick escape,

you can't be waiting
around for a stagecoach.

KAI: The Tong rely on
hand-to-hand combat.

Any horse is an advantage.

He ain't just any horse.

Cordell there is the
best I ever knew.

(whistles)

Hey, Cordell, come
here. Come on, boy.

God.

He must've forgot what it's like

to run free. Damn.

Come on, Cordell. (whistles)

You can do what you want.
They can't keep you.

Come on, run!

(Kai clicks tongue)

(clears throat)
Afternoon, Deputy.

Just taking in the sights here

with my good pal Kai.

Well, afternoon, Kai.

Would you mind
giving us a minute?

Thank you.

So, what?

Old Molly misplace
her pocketbook?

You come here to
hassle me about it?

No, we got bigger problems.

Abby's sister showed up,

now Tom's looking for
Liam Collins' wife.

- Does he know it's Abby?
- No.

But he's out at the old
wagon site with her now.

HOYT: You ought
to go help her.

You don't think I tried?

- Tom got suspicious.
- (Kai clicking tongue)

All of a sudden
it's real important

I find the man who stabbed him.

Going on about a
tattoo on a hand,

and one silver spur.

I saw a fella at the
Side Step this morning

had ink on his hand.

Recognized me from Fight Night.

Don't you think this
stabber might have

a little dirt on Tom?

Fine. I'll check it out.

But stick close to
town. Abby needs us.

All right, Kai, let's
get you a horse.

I'll be damned.

(laughs) Cordell.

Hey, buddy.

- You sure? You got 17.
- Hit me.

- That's 21!
- You're a genius.

- (gasps)
- You're a savant.

We should take you on the road.

KATE: You're back early.

Did you talk to the judge?

No. Tom stopped Gus and
I before we could leave.

He's made it his
personal life's mission

to find Mary Collins.

- We need a plan, fast.
- I have one.

Come back to Boston with me.

Father's money can
help you investigate,

and Liam would want
you to be safe.

You don't know what
Liam would want.

Yes, I do.

Even if it's easier for
you to pretend otherwise.

Say, could we, could we fill in

some of the blanks here?

Liam and I were engaged,

and he left me for Mary.

And you never thought this
was pertinent to bring up?

It was six months. At best.

You picked a poor police officer

just so you could control
him with your money.

You don't know what I wanted.

You wrote me off long
before I ever even met Liam.

You picked your side.

Playing the obedient daughter,

going to balls and tea
parties with all those people.

And what choice do I have?

I am an unmarried
woman because of you.

Should I have moved to
the middle of nowhere

and start over with nothing?

That's what I did.

Right.

Well...

I could never be
so perfect as you.

But that doesn't mean
I don't love you.

Abby, she came all
the way out to Texas.

(Abby sighs)

Do you really want to help me?

Yes. Of course I do.

Then I need you to
k*ll Mary Collins.

Well, we could always
plant some kind of story.

A kindly rancher took Mary in.

She was too weak, she d*ed of
a broken heart. Something...

No, it wouldn't work.
Tom would want proof.

Yeah, he will.

He is committed to
finding this woman.

The only thing that's going
to stop him is a body.

A body? How would
we even get one?

Well, I've bunked
at the undertaker's

enough times to know he
keeps a Jane Doe or two

down in the cellar.

I shudder to ask, but why?

He sells the skeletons to
a medical school in Waco.

Geez, get your mind
out of the gutter.

You know, Hoyt's right.

It's unconventional but...

hell, we need an outlaw
to fool a m*rder*r.

Dang, if Gus is in, then I am.

It's my plan.

Charlie, you'll have
to identify the body.

I can do it, but how, exactly?

(sighs) You can use this.

Is that my wedding ring?

Well, I doubled
back to Liam's grave

after you left it up there.

You had no right to take this.

I know.

Tom dug up the body before
I could put it back.

Under the circumstances,
you did a good thing.

All right, when Tom gets
back from the search party,

we're gonna have to distract him

- to buy ourselves some time.
- Mm-hmm.

We'll handle the cover
story. You don't k*ll him.

I might.

We could use that
tattooed fella.

- The one who stabbed Tom.
- Mm.

I bet Tom would be real
keen to interrogate him.

You know, I went
to the Side Step,

and there was no man
with no hand tattoo.

You just lie to lie, don't you?

This again? I wasn't lying.

Maybe he crossed the street
for time with a White Dove.

- Hell...
- Okay.

There's a faro game
starting right now.

I bet you he'll be there.

Well, why don't
you come with me,

- and you can point him out.
- Fine.

I'll arrest him myself if
you don't feel up for it.

♪ ♪

HOYT: The worst
of Independence.

It's like sh**ting
fish in a barrel.

(men cheering loudly)

There's your barrel.

Just point him out and
stay out of my way.

- (indistinct chatter)
- Players, place your bets.

MAN: Players, place your bets.

Last chance. Loser, seven.

Winner, queen. No winner.

Gentlemen, move your bets.

- You got a problem?
- No.

Just some questions.

Starting with where
you were two weeks ago.

- (g*nsh*t)
- (grunting)

(screaming, clamoring)

(g*nsh*t)

You know what? No
more questions.

You're under arrest for
the attempted m*rder

of Tom Davidson.

I told you he'd be here.

- ♪ ♪
- (horse sputters)

KATE: Golly, howdy,
cowboy. (chuckles)

You look good up there.

- New delivery system?
- No.

I have, uh, business.
Out of town.

All right.

Well, you hurry back 'cause
I'm working on a new show,

and it's gonna need
your special...

(kisses) special touch.

And then maybe, maybe
we can go riding.

Although I will probably need
some lessons on one of these...

these things. (chuckles)

♪ ♪

Where were you the
morning after Fight Night?

I was with my mother, at church.

Church on a Wednesday?

What you got behind
your back there?

Why don't you step up
here and show me that ink.

(sighs)

It's not the man.

Now, now, wait, Sheriff.

He got the one spur.

The man who stabbed
me was taller.

You are free to go.

Now, how can I help you,
Miss Walker, Miss McKenzie?

You were right earlier.

Charlotte does have
some valuable insight.

After all, who knows Mary
better than her own sister?

I've been thinking, I might know

where Mary would have gone.

Okay, let's go find
our missing widow.

♪ ♪

Wagon train moved west.
Independence is south.

Doesn't make any sense
that she would come east.

If Mary were in pain,
she would have gone east.

Toward Boston. Toward the
people that care about her.

KATE: He's gonna miss
it. Should we peel off?

No. Stay the course.

We can't draw too
much suspicion.

Well, if we don't
draw attention to it,

how we gonna find
the body, then?

We won't. Tom will.

Otherwise he won't
believe it, trust me.

Lawman can fool a m*rder*r, too.

- TOM: The arroyo.
- ABBY: Do you see something?

No, but if she did come this way

she would be looking for water.

TOM: What is that?

Down here.

Are you all right?

Some poor woman.

It's hard to tell how
long she's been here.

GUS: It looks like
animals got to the body.

There's no way to identify her.

CHARLOTTE (quietly): It
feels like she's really dead.

Not dead.

Reborn.

Check for a ring.

Mary never took off her ring.

There's an inscription.

"For eternity. Liam."

It's her.

(sniffles)

Well, it ain't a proper wake,

but we still ought
to raise a glass.

- (Kate chuckles)
- To freedom, however we find it.

To wild plans and wilder people.

To Mary, gone but not forgotten.

Cheers.

- Ah.
- Ah.

- There it is.
- (Charlotte laughs)

Might make a Texan of you yet.

No, thank you.

I am counting the hours
until I'm back to peace

and quiet and indoor plumbing.

I bet you prefer the company of

proper Boston gentlemen
over us Texas rogues.

- (laughs)
- No. They're both too arrogant.

(laughs) That's good.

You got yourself another drink.

You know, not-not to
agree with Hoyt about...

anything for the
rest of my life,

you do seem like you're
enjoying yourself here.

Oh, aside from the
m*rder*r and the skeleton

and being prisoner
in a bedroom...

- (laughs)
- That last part wasn't so bad.

So, about Liam...

An arrangement.

I had money. He
could keep a secret,

but then he fell in love.

- You never told Abby?
- No.

I have my own private
life. I like it that way.

And...

I suppose she's right.

I was using my family's
money to try and control him.

I mean... I wouldn't
feel too poorly about it.

When he gave up McKenzie money,

he went looking for more in
a lot of the wrong places.

And Mary's still
fighting for him?

I think she's discovering that

the bad doesn't
cancel out the good.

Hmm. Thank you for
protecting her.

- (chuckles) - It's good
to know she has a friend

who's seen a bit
more of the world.

I don't know. I wouldn't
sell yourself short.

I know a lot of first-rate
con men who couldn't pull off

what you did today.
Were those real tears?

- Yes.
- (chuckles)

Underneath this
buttoned-up exterior

is a reservoir of emotion.

(chuckles)

("All the Flowers" by
Angel Olsen playing)

♪ Never thought the day ♪

♪ Would come ♪

♪ When I would find ♪

♪ Someone ♪

♪ To love me only... ♪

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

♪ I'd try to settle ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ I'd stay close to the ♪

♪ Ground ♪

♪ I'd spend the hours ♪

♪ Counting ♪

♪ All the flowers... ♪

(chuckles)

(sighs) Here you are.

Mary Collins is officially dead

in the state of Texas.

- Congrats.
- (chuckles)

Or, wait, should I
say, "Condolences"?

Uh, both, I think.

Thank you, Gus.

For k*lling me and,
uh, for saving me.

Coming to Hagan's?

No, no. Tom is back
at his cabin, and,

you know what, I deserve
a night of quiet.

- Mm.
- (chuckles) Good night... Mary.

Sheriff Davidson?

(g*nsh*t)

Evening, ma'am.

(grunts)

(gasps)

(cries out)

Take more than a Kn*fe
to the gut to k*ll me.

(panting)

You are a stranger,

so somebody put you up to this.

(grunts)

And all I need is a name.

(whistles)

No?

Okay.

(grunts)

(groaning)

Who wants me dead?

I wouldn't know.

(sighs)

Ah!

(screams, grunts)

Before I go...

a small token of my affection.

It belongs with you.

Thank you.

When Liam proposed
to me with that ring,

there was no inscription.

The way he loved you,

we never had anything like that.

This still doesn't
excuse what I did.

That wasn't you. That was...

that was Mary. (sighs)

Last chance to come back home.

Save me from having to break the
bad news to Mother and Father.

I love you...

but I have to stay.

I have to find the truth.

TOM: Miss McKenzie,

your coach is ready.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Very much appreciate you
giving my family peace.

Goodbye, Abby Walker.

- Very glad to have met you.
- KATE: Wait!

Wait, hold on. She-she forgot
a... It was up in the...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Don't be a stranger.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

HOYT: I can't help but notice
you're standing with an outlaw

instead of the lawman.
You switching sides?

GUS: Nope. Got a full agenda.

You know, someone stole a horse

from the corral near
the sheriff's office.

Huh.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

Too busy helping catch
dangerous criminals.

Speaking of,

Tom said it was the wrong guy.

- Let him go.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, that description was spot-on.

Yup. Sure was.

(crowd cheering in distance)

I mean, we did all
right in there.

Yeah, I guess.

Calian might've been
right about you.

Wish I could say the same.

You need allies, Calian,

wherever you can find them.

(chimes jingling)

(horse neighs outside)

Thought you two were
riding off into the sunset.

I thought about what you asked.

If there is anything I love

more than my life.

And there's not?

No, there is.

I love this town.

- What I've built here.
- Well...

Sounds like running
is not your answer.

And since I have no need for a

getaway horse...

Yeah?

Hey.

Tell you what,

why don't you dish up some soup,

tell me about the Tong.

We're gonna need a plan.

Hey, bud.

Howdy.

Y'all got a meeting today?

- I brought cookies.
- We do.

We figured you'd be
with the Reyeses by now.

I'm gonna...

run free for a little bit,

- I think.
- What about Lucia?

HOYT: Look, she knows
I gave it a fair try,

but if I drove
another fence post,

- I was gonna drive us both mad.
- Very mature of you, Hoyt.

Rawlins. Well, I didn't expect
to be seeing you so soon.

He quit. You owe me two bits.

The hell?

I'm trying to be a better
man, y'all are taking bets.

Pay up, Deputy.

Thank you.

Abby?

What's wrong?

I... I need to talk to you

about something that
happened yesterday.

Abby, what's going on?

Well, um...

I'm not sure Tom is the k*ller.