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Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor. We need a doctor.

I'm the hospital administrator, Dr. Harvard.

We serve only a certain class of people.

That guy put my family on the street

like we were shit on his spats.

He lost his breathing license.

‐(gunshots) ‐(shouts)

I‐I can find a patsy to frame up.

But you got to lay off this Dr. Harvard.

Holy Christmas.

Will you take care of him?

I shall attend him

faithfully until the Lord arrives.

I'm saying you're fired.

Me and Donatello were talking

about us taking over the slaughterhouse

before he died...

is our position.

Swanee and me got prospects.

What kind of prospects?

Bank robbin'.

Jesus on a stick!

‐Language. ‐What?

Keep a civil tongue, I'm saying.

Who the hot Christ are you?

You always take the Lord's name in vain with this much gusto?

You're fuckin'‐A right.

Flannigan!

You want a cup of coffee?

Yeah, Chief.

Black, two sugars.

Thank you, no.

In my faith we abstain from caffeinated beverages,

both hot and cold.

In your...?

There were 12 tribes of Israel.

Ten were lost.

Lost who, what, now?

Ten were lost.

Two of those made their way across the sea

to this great and sacred land.

The Nephites and the Lamanites.

Once here, the rebellious Lamanites

were cursed by God with skin of blackness

so they would not be attractive to my people.

The...

What do you‐‐ Nephites?

Mormons.

You asked my faith.

I'm a priest of the Mormon Church

and a member of the Quorum of Seventy.

Do you mind? I haven't eaten since last evening.

Last time I checked,

there's still a kill order on the books

for all Mormons in the state of Missouri.

Sadly, the people of Missouri

are not sympathetic to our faith.

And yet here you are.

And yet here I am,

solid in my beliefs and unafraid.

And for why?

I'm sorry?

I'm saying, with all due respect to Your Holiness,

what the slippery fuck are you doing in my office

at 8:00 a. m. on a Wednesday morning,

Mormon or no?

U.S. Marshal Dick Wickware,

in pursuit of two cons escaped the night previous

from Our Lady of Regret Women's Prison.

For shit's sake, son,

why the Christ didn't you just say so when I walked in?

Captain Hanhuck, I can safely say

you blasphemy more than any man I've ever met.

And I've been to Cleveland.

Two cons, you said?

Yes, sir.

One Zelmare Roulette, one Swanee Capps.

What kind of cockeyed names are those?

Uh, the first is a descendant from slaves.

The other's an Indian.

And you think they came here, to Kansas City?

And I was hoping you might assign me

a local yes‐man to aid in my pursuit.

Hmm.

Weff!

Cap?

I'm assigning you to the marshal here.

Help track down a couple loose cons.

Okay. Just‐‐ I‐I caught the...

I'm working the homicide from yesterday, the...

society matron and her man Friday.

Is that why you drove out to see the Faddas yesterday?

That's...

Yeah, we spoke.

How about we kick that case to Manlin,

and you help the deacon here?

The deacon?

Dick Wickware,

but people call me Deafy.

: You're‐you're deaf?

I could see how you'd leap to that conclusion, but, no,

they call me Deafy on account of I hear what I want to hear.

And what I want to hear right now is,

you've got an address for the sister of one of my runners.

: One little, two little, three little Indians.

Four little, five little, six little Indians.

ODIS (quietly): Ten little Indian boys.

One little, two little, three little Indians,

four little, five little, six little Indians,

seven little, eight little, nine little Indians.

Ten little Indian boys.

You got Satan in your heart, don't you, Palomino?

What?

I'm saying, here's you,

a host of ticks and tells, which‐‐

either the devil's got you

or you got yourself a nervous condition.

Is that it?

Do I make you nervous?

Why don't we step outside and see who gets nervous?

How's that?

So, you been hunting fugitives a long while now?

Since I was in short pants.

Christian, Jew, Negro.

Male, female, hermaphrodite.

Makes no difference.

Tracked a one‐eyed Mexican all the way to the ocean once.

Caught him trying to paddle to China.

Which‐‐ Can you picture a Mexico man washing up in China?

And you think this Zelmare fled to her sister's?

We got a saying back in Salt Lake.

‐Only God knows the true truth. ‐(sniffling)

But at the risk of sounding prideful,

I'm a pretty good judge of character.

Plus, we got skells on the inside saying

our girl spent the last few weeks jawing

about how her sister's in trouble.

So, makes more sense to me than clam chowder.

Yeah, well, get it done.

I got a real case to work.

This socialite murder you mentioned.

And who's this Fadda family your captain spoke of?

Just some local Italians.

‐(doorbell rings) ‐DEAFY: We had some spaghetti eaters in Salt Lake

before the war.

Caught 'em trying to map a beachhead.

Put an end to that right quick.

You know,

not everyone darker than a Norseman's

running around with sin in their heart.

Well, look at you.

Mr. Boy Scout.

Go fuck your aunt and uncle.

How's that?

We're moving.

Hands in the air, citizen.

Secure him.

Move.

Ladies.

Here.

Sit down. Sit.

Might one of you be Dibrell Roulette?

We're just cleaning, sir.

I count five place settings and three of you.

Might be behind some kind of paneling or something.

I'm guessing you're the niece.

She's a minor.

And I don't consent to her questioning.

Where's your sister?