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I thought
you said we were going

- for coffee.
- We are, hon.

- We're on the highway, Mom.
- I need to get back

- to the agency!
- What would you say

to a mother-daughter trip
to the country?

I'd say we need
to check your meds.

Oh, be adventurous.

- You hate the country.
- What's going on?

My baby...

Hey, hands
on the wheel!

When my baby got shot...

- It was the other side.
- ...I had an awakening.

- What are you not telling me?
- All I'm asking, hon,

is that you keep an open mind.

- Thanks for coming, Shade.
- It means the world to me.

Yeah, no worries. Gotta say
I was a little surprised

to get your call
this morning... at 5 a.m.

Ah, butcher's day,
old habits.

And why did you ask me
not to tell Angie

- I was coming to see you?
- 'Cause we want it to be

a surprise. What do you know
about Billy the Kid?

The outlaw from the Old West?

Not much. Just what I've seen
in the movies.

He was a gunslinger,
he killed a bunch of guys,

- right?
- Hmm... He was misunderstood.

- Didn't he kill like 20 guys?
- A lot of misunderstanding.

Well, I'm sure he had

good reasons.
Anyway, there's this one story

where after he robbed
a train of its gold,

he hid out right here,
in Ellisvale.

Legend has it he even stuck
around for a little while.

Huh? Didn't realize
you were such a fan.

Still waters
run deep, Shade.

Mm-hmm. Well,

why did he hang out in a sleepy
little hamlet like this?

- Why do you think?
- He fell in love.

- Oh, that will do it.
- Yeah, there's even proof.

Some old lady recently died.

She willed the contents
of her farmhouse

to the Historical Society.
Well, they found

a pair of Billy's boots
in her attic. And the boots

were made
right here in town.

Ah, that's an exciting find,
but what it's got to do with me?

Well, when he was gunned down,
he only had two things

in his hand:
A Colt six-shooter

and a wooden-handled
butcher's knife.

Nobody ever found the gun,
but the knife recently sold

at auction to a private buyer
for 1.2 million.

Those boots gotta be worth
nearly as much.

Now you see
why I called you?

No. No, I really don't.

You are gonna be our PR guy.

You're gonna help me and my lady
put Ellisvale back on the map.

- I'm gonna do what?
- And who's your lady?

- And what does this have to do with Angie?
- Hey!

Excuse me, excuse me.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- Hi, honey.
- Hey, baby. How are...

Oh. Oh my.

Ah, shoot, I gotta take this.
I'll... I'll be back.

- I miss you already.
- I miss you more!

- I'll catch up with you guys.
- Guys, I'll meet you guys

at the town hall
down the street.

Door.

What is going on?

I got kidnapped by my mother;
Why are you here?

I got a call at dawn
from the Butcher

of Bathurst Street.
Said they needed some help

with the launch
of Billy the Kid's boots

to, I don't know,
save the town.

I'll ask again,
why are you here?

- They needed a big celebrity.
- Ha! You?

A big celebrity?

Something fishy is going on.

- Hey, guys, today.
- Chop-chop, let's go!

Here we are!

The boots don't go
on display 'til tomorrow,

but we pulled some strings.
You guys get a sneak preview.

Why do you care
about an old pair of boots?

They're not
"an old pair of boots";

They're a piece of history.
It'll be fun.

Besides, Rory already told
the mayor's office

that the Shadow
is in our corner.

Oh!

Nichelle?

- What happened?
- I've been looking for things

to throw, but everything
is too valuable. Hi.

You must be her daughter.
And Matt Shade.

- What's wrong?
- Billy the Kid's cowboy boots...

...have been stolen.
And if I don't get them back,

this town will be deader
than a Texas salad bar.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowing the lines ♪

♪ when you're making a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show
to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes ♪

♪ They're watching you,
watching you ♪

♪ Watching you, watching you ♪

As mayor,
I guaranteed a tourism boom

once the boots went public and
all the jobs that would come with it.

Billy the Kid's boots

would kickstart Ellisvale
into the future.

That was Nichelle's
campaign slogan.

I made a lot
of real promises,

which means a lot of families
are counting on me to deliver.

- Are they insured?
- For half the appraised value.

Shade, take a look at this.

Pretty sloppy
leaving the blood behind.

- Yeah.
- You said the alarm was turned off?

- There were no clipped wires.
- Could it be an inside job?

I can't believe that, but talk

to the chief of police, George
Cutler. He's handling security.

That's exactly
what we're gonna do.

Don't worry, Nichelle.
Everett and Shade Investigations

- is on it.
- Thanks, Nora. But you'd have to do it on the down-low

and in 24 hours or less.

Monday is the unveiling,
and I owe people the truth.

OK. Um... who had
access to the boots?

Well, uh, me. I'm president
of the Historical Society,

so I was the first
to handle them.

Then, they went to Texas
for authentication.

And when did
they get back here?

- Day before yesterday.
- Jane Clanton,

she's the Old West expert
who helped restore them,

she brought them
back personally.

And I invited her to stick
around for the unveiling

to give it
some old-timey flavour.

And where's Jane now?

She's staying
at the Denworth Hotel.

If you'll excuse me,
I gave to get back

to my office to find
something cheap to break.

What? Tell me you weren't
gonna offer to take the case.

We weren't gonna
offer to take this case!

But now that we're in this,
tell us why we're really here.

To save a piece of history
and this town.

Please. I've never even heard
you mention Ellisvale before.

Look, the important thing is
we've got a case to solve now.

It's gonna be very exciting.

- I can't wait to tell Rory.
- Don't change the subject, Mom.

I'm not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on!

- You're so cute, honey.
- You know, she used

to do this to me at Woodbine
when she was 6.

The track announcer
would do

the final call for bets
minutes before

post time, and Little Miss Angie
would decide right then

and there that she wanted
some Jell-O

- from the buffet.
- It wasn't about the Jell-O!

You know what? I've got
a great idea. Why don't we go

to the Denworth Hotel
and see if we can find

- this Jane Clanton.
- Great! I'll find Rory.

We need to talk to Chief Cutler.

Stolen?

I know I shouldn't have left
those boots with Nichelle.

You said you set the alarm around
10 last night, locked up and went home?

- Yeah. That's right.
- The alarm wasn't on this morning.

- You said your dad was a cop?
- Yeah.

A lifer. From uniform
to homicide and narcotics.

Well, then you know when to leave
the investigation to the professionals.

As long as the professionals
aren't hiding anything.

Maybe you should start
with whoever

you hired to set up
that lame security system.

It's old tech, like 90...
That would be me.

And from the sounds of it,
we should be looking

for someone with previous
criminal experience.

You know anyone who fits
that description?

Careful, Chief, you're starting
to sound like an actual cop.

Where were you
when the theft was discovered?

- Taking a call.
- That's convenient.

- Who were you talking to?
- None of your business.

OK. Um, thanks so much for
your time. We'll be in touch.

Let's go.

Ever since
the factory shut down,

this town has been
praying for a miracle.

Those boots were Ellisvale's
chance at the golden ticket.

Believe me, I'll find them...

...no matter where it takes me.

♪ How could I have known ♪

♪ That you would be my baby ♪

One Devil's Whisper

for my cutest customer.

I would sip that if I were you.

♪ My heart has been broken
a long, long time ♪

♪ But then you came my way ♪

♪ You better stop running
or playing around ♪

So, Jane, where did you get

your bartending skills?
I thought you were an historian.

Professional consultant

on all things Old West,
including saloons.

The owner of this hotel
asked me

to come up
with an authentic cocktail menu

for the tourists,
but you are my first

- test subject.
- Haha!

- What brings you to Ellisvale?
- The main event is not

- until Monday.
- I'm helping Mayor Nichelle with the launch.

- Oh!
- But I'm a professional

hockey player; I don't really
know that much about Billy the Kid.

- Fire away.
- Start with the boots.

- Are they the real deal?
- Genuine article.

Ah. They must be
worth a fortune.

- If they went to auction,
- Which they can't

because they are the property
of Ellisvale County.

The owner of the farmhouse
left everything to the town,

but she had no idea
what was up in that attic.

Nichelle discovered the boots
after the estate

was settled.

Did that farmer's family
file a claim?

Well, she didn't have any,
according to Nichelle.

I could do a deeper dive

into the history of the boots
if you're interested.

Here, take my card.

"Jane Clanton,

"president of the Old West
Historical Association.

PhD American History."

Read the small print.

"Two-time champion

of the Western Gun
Collectors Shootout."

Poof!

I'm the best.
Standing or lying down.

I'll bet you are.

- I'll be in touch.
- Yeah, he's not interested.

Standing or lying down.

♪ How could I have known
that you would drive me crazy ♪

Nora asked us
to meet them at the farmhouse.

Who even hands out
business cards anymore?

Sharpshooting,
flair bartending

PhDs from Texas apparently.

Please, it's all a gimmick.

Sounds like she's all hat,
no cattle.

Maybe, but she may be useful
if we can find

a family connection
to the farmhouse.

If I found a Picasso
in my grandma's attic,

- I may try to steal it back.
- Fair point,

but Nichelle could give us
that info.

Yeah, she could.

How did it go
with the chief of police?

Oh! Um, not a Rory fan.

- They know each other?
- Let's just say the Chief knows

that Rory hasn't always
been a butcher.

- Rory didn't steal the boots.
- And how can we be sure?

His past is as mysterious
as Billy the Kid's.

- Not everyone's got an angle.
- I have a strange feeling

about where this case
might take us.

- Don't trust Nora either?
- She can be...

unpredictable.

Uh... who lives here, Mom?

Welcome to Casa Nory!

Hahahaha! Ah?

You bought a house.

Yes.

With a criminal.

- Angie, it's Rory.
- I know. He's the guy

we go to to get info
even the police can't get.

You know what? I'm happy.

Why can't you be happy
that I'm happy?

I'm... trying.

I mean, the old place
needs a lot of TLC,

but we've already replaced half

- the drywalls upstairs.
- Was that a reno injury?

Oh, yeah. Just daydreaming
with the mitre saw. I'm...

I'm building Nora

a sleigh bed
from reclaimed pine.

You know, I was just thinking
about the possibilities,

I got to the headboard and zing!

How well do you know him?

As well as you know Shade.

Rory looks at me
the way Shade looks at you.

It's not the same.

Yeah, um...

you guys are moving
pretty quickly.

How did you know
she was the one?

Well, it actually didn't
happen overnight, you know?

I was afraid it would ruin
our friendship,

so it took me forever
to ask her out.

Since then, we've just been
keeping it on the down-low.

You know, day trips
to Ellisvale, stuff like that.

And then next thing you know,
you're making a sleigh bed?

Hey,

this is nothing, though.
You know, I'd take a bullet

for my girl, Shade.
I am one lucky son of a gun.

Well, it is nice here.

Maybe you found yourself
a little slice of heaven.

Well, let's hope
Ange thinks so.

I mean, I know
I've done some things.

Ah, the less I know,
the better.

And Nora knows who you are;
That's all that matters.

Maybe you're right,
but... I know

how tight you and Ange are,
and I was thinking

- maybe you could put in a word.
- Hahaha!

I'm flattered you think
I could change Angie's mind.

- She is Nora's daughter.
- What about Nora's daughter?

Oh, I-I was just saying
how blessed we are

to have the two of you
here with us in our dream house.

Salute!

More wine.

What the hell is that?

Yes!

- Howdy, Rory!
- Oh, howdy, Chief.

Not a social call,
I'm sorry.

- Step outside, please.
- Yeah, what's up?

Rory Hargrove,
you are under arrest.

- Oh, come on.
- What?!

- What's the charge?
- Well, I got a list

in my pocket. Right at the top,
that would be robbery.

- On what evidence?
- Hey, for now,

it's just a bunch of
coincidences, like this house.

What about this house?

Oh, they didn't tell you?

See, up there,
in the attic, that's where

Nichelle found Billy the Kid's
million-dollar boots.

You think that's
just a coincidence?

And the fact
that we chose that house,

- that was a coincidence.
- Uh-huh?

Hey, I'll just meet
you guys inside.

Rory did not steal anything.

You know, we fell in love
with this little town

at the same time that we fell
in love with each other?

It took a lot for him
to hang up his apron.

Meat was never
his only business, Mom.

I know that.

- You OK?
- You comfortable enough?

Yeah. Chief Cutler
gave me a pillow,

but I'm pretty sure
it was FULL OF ROCKS!

He's suspicious about the
phone call you made. You know,

the one right before the boots
were discovered stolen.

I was just talking
to the furniture store.

You know, I've been thinking about delivering
a mattress the next day for that sleigh bed

- I was telling you about.
- Why don't you tell him that? Let him confirm your story.

- And ruin Nora's surprise?
- No way! No!

You know,
you should know something

before you try to play
junior detectives.

- Someone turned in the boots?
- Almost as good.

We found the glass cutter
used in the robbery

in the alley
outside the town hall.

- Well, that's convenient.
- Find any prints?

- Being processed as we speak.
- They won't be Rory's.

You should test the blood
on the display case too.

- I don't have to.
- I've already got the thief.

Then you won't mind
proving it.

- Rory, show him your palm.
- Ange, I'm innocent.

- Yeah, I know.
- That's why you need to.

What are you doing?

- Oh!
- How did you cut

- yourself, Rory?
- None of your damn business!

- Honey.
- Baby, it's fine. I'm innocent,

and that's all
anybody needs to know.

As the saying goes,
"The blood will tell."

Thanks, Angie.

Let me know
when you get the results

- from the blood and the print.
- You have my word on that.

Thanks, Shade.

Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Mom, wait!

Why would you do that?

It's the only way
to prove that Rory's

- not the thief.
- She's right.

It's better to get
his blood tested now.

Are you afraid
of what might come back?

Because if he's innocent,
then the blood from the scene

- won't be a match.
- "If he's innocent"?

Of course, he's innocent.

- Why wouldn't he be?
- That's a text

from Mayor Nichelle.
She wants to see us.

- Well, that's great.
- She probably has evidence

- to clear Rory. Let's go.
- Nah. Actually, she said just the two of us.

OK, I'm gonna go to Enzo's
to get him a steak pie.

He loves those.

He's probably starving.

You've known

Nora and Rory since they first
started coming to Ellisvale.

I have.

Was there anything about Rory
that didn't sit right with you?

I heard he paid
for the house in cash,

but there's nothing illegal
about that.

Honest truth is they've both
been great citizens.

Who neglected to tell us
they bought the same house

where you found
Billy the Kid's boots.

- It is a big coincidence.
- But they took possession

after the Historical Society
took possession

of the house contents
the owner left in the will.

Rory still could have known
about the boots before he put in

- the offer.
- True. He is obsessed

with Billy and the story
of the boots,

- but frankly, so am I.
- Which story?

The story about how the boots
ended up in the farmhouse attic?

Local legend has it that Billy pulled a major
train robbery before he holed up in Ellisvale.

Do you know
what Billy took from the train?

The Philadelphia Mint
was transporting

a fortune in
20-dollar gold pieces.

In today's dollars,

who knows? It could be
priceless. But it's

- probably just a tall tale.
- And what if it isn't?

I mean, have they ever
recovered the gold?

- No.
- Would it be

possible that someone stole

the boots thinking they might
hold a clue to the gold?

You know, like maybe a
treasure map shoved up in the toe.

I've had those boots
inspected from here 'til Sunday.

If there was a map in them,
I would have found it.

Do you mind
if I look at the photos?

Of course.

What's this writing here
in the leather?

- An inscription Billy wrote.
- "Where there's smoke,

there's fire." Jane says it's

- a gunslinger mantra.
- And what about

- these overlapping circles?
- Probably Billy's mark.

And the spurs, do you have
any photos of the detail?

Hang on.

Do you know
what these numbers mean?

♪- No.

I didn't think
much of them.

Two sets
of five-digit-number sequences.

- Could be a combination?
- Good guess.

But the story says
Billy the Kid buried his gold.

- Right.
- So what else has

two sets of five digits

that you find on a map?

Latitude and longitude.

And I bet I know where X marks

the spot. I'm gonna

call Nora.

You know what, Mom?
These coordinates aren't

the only mystery around here.

I need to know a few things.

Like what?

When did you start coming
to Ellisvale?

Six months ago.

We stayed at the Denworth Hotel.

Whose idea was it
to buy the farmhouse?

Um, I can't remember.

OK. Did you know

that you bought the same house
where the boots were found?

- No.
- Rory didn't

- tell you?
- No, he didn't.

Hmm.

Did he tell you
that he paid for it

- with a suitcase full of cash?
- Well, of course I knew that.

It was my suitcase.
Plus half my cash.

- What?!
- Condo sale.

Oh.

Well, what about
Billy the Kid's gold?

Just a made-up story.

The cut on Rory's hand?

He won't tell me
how he got it.

He said it would
spoil the surprise.

Mom... we think

the boots were stolen to lead
the thief to the treasure.

You know what? You can spin
the story any way you want,

but I love Rory

more than I've ever loved
anyone since...

well, since your father.

He is innocent.
I will prove it.

Even if I have to do it
all alone.

It's just up ahead.

This better not be
a wild goose chase.

- You're kidding?
- This is X?

Mom, wait! The door!

Is that someone upstairs?

No, that's just
the wind.

And the broken vase
is just the wind too?

- Yikes.
- Doesn't look like it.

I think I just figured out

what "Where there's smoke,
there's fire" means.

From Billy's boot.

- Is this about the treasure?
- When I was outside,

I noticed you have a chimney
stack, but you don't have a fireplace.

Or do you?

There's something in there.

What the hell?!

That's Billy the Kid's mark.

There's some other writing
on there too.

The entire town
is expecting

to see those boots
in less than 24 hours.

Not to mention
all the press I invited.

- We're close.
- I never thought I'd say this,

but Chief Cutler may be right.
Rory is our best lead.

Thanks again, Daughter.

You know, my house just got
broken into;

Why isn't Chief Cutler
looking into that?

- What were they after?
- These.

They have
the same overlapping circles

- as Billy's boots.
- Did the numbers

- on the spurs lead here?
- Yeah.

After you came by,
I looked at old copies

of The Ellisvale Gazette
from the early 1880s.

The overlapping circles

were the mark
of a local blacksmith.

You know, these horseshoes
are two different sizes:

His and hers.
I know my horses.

Well, the blacksmith
had a daughter, Josephine.

She was the school teacher
at our one-room schoolhouse.

So, Billy rides into town,
falls in love

with the blacksmith's daughter,
and they help him hide his gold?

Maybe that's what
the overlapping circles mean.

No. Those are the symbols
of the Freemasons.

My dad was a nut

- for that stuff.
- Well, maybe,

- Josephine's dad was a mason.
- That would explain

the other symbols
on the horseshoes.

I mean, masons are all about
their ciphers and puzzles.

So all we have to do is figure
out what the other symbols mean.

While I appreciate
your enthusiasm

for puzzles and gold
in Ellisvale,

I'm not sure
how this exonerates Rory

or finds my precious boots.

Whoever took
the boots is after

Billy the Kid's gold
from the train robbery.

Now, if we can find the treasure
before the thief does,

then maybe we can set a trap
and get the boots back.

That's a lot
of ifs and maybes.

Cutler never got over
losing to me

in the election for mayor.
I'm sure he'd love the chance

to drag me through the mud
with Rory.

So, all we have to do is find
the boots before Chief Cutler does.

I think it's time
we did the neighbourly thing

and got the Chief on our side.

Really? And how do you
propose to do that?

Simple. By telling him
everything we know.

Once again, Miss Everett,

I appreciate the intel,
but what you've just told me

confirms Rory had an even bigger
motive to steal those boots

- than I thought.
- Oh, for Pete's sake.

What about
the break-in at Nora's?

Someone broke a glass vase,

you want to press charges?
Against who?

Isn't that your job
to find out?

Be warned, you go
treasure hunting,

it'll make you co-conspirators.

In fact, my new working theory

is of a... you know,
right this second,

is that Rory has at least
one accomplice

on the outside helping him
to find that gold.

Really?

Told you this was
a bad idea.

Unless you do
the right thing however.

- And what's the right thing?
- A confession.

We just told you
how we're gonna

help you find
the actual thief!

Thanks,
but I've got that covered.

And Dr. Clanton here has already

offered to help recover
the boots, so I deputized her.

Chief.

Matthew.

And you must be Angie Everett.

You must be
Jane Clanton,

- the Old West bartender.
- Oh!

I'm handy with a pistol too.
I'm partial to the Watney.

Classic, small-sized handgun.

Isn't that nice?

Can I go talk
to Rory now?

I don't have a hacksaw on me,
but you can frisk me if you want.

Five minutes
while I go stretch my legs.

Thank you.

Well, at least,
it's not infected.

How did you do it again?

Baby, it's top secret.

- I can't tell you.
- Give me a hint.

I just say
that once we hop in,

we are gonna go
to some places

we have never been before.

Trust me.

I really feel
like we're peeping toms.

Yeah, it's nothing
we haven't seen before.

And taken pictures of.

For money.

You know, they really do seem
like they're in love.

That doesn't rule out
them planning the boot heist.

But if Cutler and Jane get
to those boots before we do...

Rory will be going away
for a long time.

And maybe my mom too.

You OK, Mom?

Yeah.

No.

Angie, I'm scared.

Chief Cutler has
all the angles covered,

and I can't see
a way out.

What if this is
an inside job? I mean,

how could Mayor Nichelle miss
those numbers on the spurs?

Yeah, that crossed
my mind too.

What about Chief Cutler?

Revenge is
a pretty good motive.

Where are you going?

Oh, I just, uh... remembered.

I have to pick up something
from the drugstore.

I'll catch you later.

Should we go with her?

No. Let her go.

Let's go crack
some Masonic code.

Definitely never thought
I'd break into a library.

Desperate times.

We need to figure this out
or Rory and my mom

are gonna end up
spending their golden years

in the slammer, and
Ellisvale will be a ghost town.

Hey, um, can you

pass me that book
on the Key of Solomon?

- Do you have the code book handy?
- Uh, yeah.

And I dog-eared the page that
talks about the Masonic cipher.

OK. I'm pretty sure
I figured out

what my horseshoe says.

It's F dash G dash T.

Mine starts

with a T and ends
with an S. It's a basic

Masonic cipher, but it uses

the Maltese Cross shape.

What?

Hold that. Um,

- put our almost words together.
- Tempus Fugit.

Time flies.

I think I know
where the next clue is pointing.

I'll be right back.

Howdy, handsome.

Didn't the Chief tell you
to back off the boots' search?

- Leave it to the professionals?
- This?

No. This is, uh... I'm

- studying for the bar exam.
- Uh-huh?

"The Key of Solomon.

Solving the Templar Cipher."

Did Rory tell you
where he hid the boots?

- Rory didn't steal the boots.
- You are just way too trustin'.

Clearly.

The Watney. Developed

by the Watney family in 1825.

A large-calibre pistol
in a super-small frame.

Mine's a double-shot,

extra barrel
in case I need it.

Will I need it, Matt?

Something tells me
you're after much more

than the boots,
isn't that right,

- Deputy?
- Where's your partner in crime?

Taking care of her mom
at the farmhouse.

Just me here, Jane,

if that is your real name.

Ah! Chief wants to know

if I have a lead on the boots.

Do I?

So what are you saying,

handsome? Gonna go against

a two-time shootout champ
or what?

I'm guessing you've
already got the boots.

You're after something
far more valuable.

I need an answer

in 10 seconds or less.

10.9.

I got a steady hand, so I'll
avoid any major arteries,

but... 6.5.

...let's not let it get to that.

- 3.
- Wait. What happened to 8,

- 7 and 4?
- 2.1.

UGH!

Shade.

Shade?

You know, you didn't have to
hit the lights, I had it under control.

You owe the library
a book there, handsome.

Deputy Jane taking the law
on her own hands.

Here.

It's Nora.

In all caps. "Meet me in front
of the jailhouse now."

What have you done?!

You don't bring
a Porsche to a jailbreak!

Mom, get in!

- Oh, come on, Bella!
- Get in! Get in!

She says or he says...

We've done crazier gymnastics
in smaller spaces than this.

Floor it, Shade!

All right, here we go.

Yeah.

We have to take you
back to jail.

- I disagree - No, listen.
- We have a new lead.

It turns out Wild West Jane
is after the treasure.

I knew she couldn't
be trusted.

Yeah, but now thanks
to the stunt you two pulled,

we can't tell the Chief
that he's got a dodgy deputy

or he'll arrest us
for aiding and abetting.

Wait, how did you
even bust Rory out?

I lost some
of my sleeping pills

in the steak pie
that I gave the Chief.

I love you so much.

- How long do we have?
- Oh, he's sleeping

like a baby.
He won't even notice

Rory's gone until the sun rises.
What's the plan?

We borrowed
a treasure map.

So you guys figured out
the message from the horseshoes?

Yeah, we cracked it using

a Masonic cipher. It uses
a simple geometric alphabetic

substitution to...

- The clue was Tempus Fugit.
- Time flies.

Sure does. We only have a few
hours 'til the sun comes up,

and now we know Jane's racing us
to the treasure, so...

See this?

It looks like
two hands of a clock.

Exactly. It shows the location
of the Ellisvale clock tower.

I know that street;
There's no clock tower there.

- There was in 1890.
- There's a bank there now.

I wonder
if the clock survived.

I think I know someone who
might know the answer to that.

I'm not seeing this.

- I can't see this.
- Nichelle, wait. Hear us out.

- If I don't call Cutler...
- I'm pretty sure he won't be

answering his phone
for a few hours.

- What have you all done?
- He's sleeping off a steak pie.

It'll be good
for his iron deficiency.

But now you've made me an
accomplice. Could this get any worse?

We strongly suspect
Jane Clanton.

- What?
- Did you check her credentials?

She came from
a reputable firm in Texas.

They do all kinds
of restorations and appraisals.

She already took
a shot at me.

Oh, my God!

I brought her to town.

When word gets out,
this is a nightmare.

- Maybe not.
- Look, we just need to find the last key to Billy's treasure.

And we can't do it
without your help.

Does this end with Ellisvale
getting its boots back?

Absolutely.

We just need
a few favours first.

Well, the Mayor said it
would be here if it was anywhere.

Whoa! This place
is an antiquer's dream.

An old clock face can't be
that hard to find. Let's just

hope it's still intact.

Hey! Here we go, pay dirt!

There's an inscription
on the metal.

"Abecedarians are my foundation.

- But you are my true North."
- It's another riddle.

- Oh, my God!
- Look. Don't you guys see?

All the clues
are in pairs -

spurs, horseshoes,
hands and a clock -

- because it's a love story.
- Billy and Josephine.

Yes. Abecedarians are

the youngest kids
in the classroom,

and Josephine was telling Billy
that her students were her joy,

- but he was her soulmate.
- Josephine was a school teacher.

And true north
on the old Ellisvale map

- pointed to the schoolhouse.
- X marks the spot.

Ah, it's bolted
from the outside.

It's got to be Jane.
She must have heard.

There goes the gold
and Rory's chance of freedom.

- Any luck with the door?
- Maybe we can help. What do you got, babe?

You know me so well.

Here.

You couldn't open
your coat 10 minutes ago?

I don't want to make
a bad impression.

I got this.

You go in.

AH! Huh?

It's my man.

- Hey.
- Besides symbols and ciphers,

what else do masons

- make you think of?
- You mean bricks and mortar?

- Exactly.
- Hi there, Jane. Go ahead.

Tear down the whole building,
you'll never find

- Billy the Kid's gold.
- And why would that be, darlin'?

- 'Cause it ain't inside, "darlin'."
- You know,

I think I'm gonna rest
the dogs right here.

Mayor Nichelle sent the boots
to your company for restoration.

You intercepted the package
and then realized

- what you had.
- The key to a treasure!

And you were gonna let
a good man go to jail

for your crime.

OK,

let me get into the car.

I'll get the boots.
I'll be on my way.

That would clear Rory.

What do you think, partner?
Should we trust her

now that she's being
honest and all?

You wouldn't be trying
to pull a fast one on us

just to get this
out of your glovebox.

Honey, that's just my backup.

This is what I use for business.

Hmm... A silver-plated
Springbank .45.

It's classy.

And if you were
the real Jane,

you'd be a crack shot,
but I'm betting you're not.

- Then you'd be betting with your life.
- Or yours.

Or theirs.

Ah! I wouldn't.

It's a double-shot, remember?

Everett,
you are a mystery.

Which might take more

than a night in the library
to solve.

Just in time, Chief!

Caught 'em red-handed.
The boots are in the car.

Mayor Nichelle
filled me in.

And I made a call
down to Texas this morning.

You'll never guess
who answered the phone.

Jane Clanton,

president of the Old West
Historical Association?

Yes. But a colleague
of hers, Kim Martin,

she left town a few days ago.
Seems that this woman

has a rap sheet.

Several charges of fraud,
a real con artist.

I do hate liars, Miss Martin.

Especially those who mess
with me and Ellisvale.

Angie's dad used
to take her

to the police shooting range.

Only 12-year-old
that could take the eye out of

- a 6-inch target at 50 yards.
- Wow.

The boots.

They're beautiful,
aren't they?

Nothing compared
to my very own outlaw.

Well, should we finish
what we started?

A lot of bricks
in that schoolhouse.

But even if
your mason theory is right,

how do we know
which one to look behind?

What time did
the clock hands mark

- on the map?
- 3 o'clock.

That's it, Shade.

From the corner stone.

Twelve bricks up
for the big hand?

Three across
for the little hand?

What is that?
A keyhole?

Rory?

- Yeah?
- Hand me one of those boots.

Yeah, sure.

Whoa!

You want to do
the honours, Mom?

I knew it!

Oh, and look.

"To my beloved Josephine."

They're love letters.

Between an outlaw
and his soulmate.

You know, that's not
all of Billy's gold.

Not interested.

Plus, we need to get this
back to Mayor Nichelle.

Come on, partner,

we can go 50-50!

60-40?

♪ All the clouds parting ♪

- ♪ In the sky ♪
- Thanks, Rory.

- Yeah, of course.
- You know, I can't stop

checking my phone. Ellisvale is
blowing up on social media.

Oh, wow!

Well, everybody loves
a good love story.

Go hashtag BillyJo.

To outlaws
and school teachers.

Many future generations
of Ellisvaleians thank you.

- Cheers!
- Salute! And all we did,

it's like
it was meant to be.

This house,
where the boots once lived.

Where the outlaw
stopped running for once

in his life.

While everyone searched
for him and his gold.

It was his final cosmic joke.

It says, I'm more
than an outlaw,

and it was love
that changed me.

Yes, you are and yes, it was.

Hotels and inns
are sold out

- within 50 miles of Ellisvale.
- Come on.

Which is why we are converting

part of our famous farmhouse
into a bed and breakfast.

- It'll be a gold mine.
- Yep.

And it's only
less than an hour from the city,

so we expect to be
seeing a lot of you two.

Ah, you got me.

My ride's here, folks.

Who says different branches of
the government can't work together?

- Howdy, folks.
- Howdy, Chief.

Rory...

- ...I'm real sorry.
- Ah, it's all right,

I understand. You're just
looking out for the town.

And, Nora,
I owe you a thank you. Ooh,

after I finished that steak pie,
I had the best night of sleep

I've had in years.

Good.

Now, it's fitting
it was you four.

It took new love
to solve the mystery

of an old love.

♪ But it seems
we've been heading here ♪

- Folks.
- ♪ I'm all the way in ♪

Oh, did you see
the way she looks at him?

And the way he was
looking at her.

Maybe we should put in
a bridal suite.

Not a bad idea.

You... got any more of this?

- Yeah, of course.
- Truckloads! Truckloads!

You know, Mom?

I should have trusted
your instincts with Rory.

He's the perfect match.

Yeah, he is.

And he was right under my nose
the whole time.

♪ Everything's
gonna work out just fine ♪

♪ 'Cause I am all the way in ♪

- ♪ I'm going all the way in ♪
- This just in.

Our fake cowgirl's blood is
a match for the display case,

and her prints are
on the glass cutter.

Case closed.

You know, if she'd only

taken a minute to consider
what the clues really meant.

I don't think
she had the heart for it.

She was only after the gold,
but the real treasure

- was the love story.
- Yeah.

- Billy and Josephine.
- Rory and Nora.

And now Chief Cutler
and Mayor Nichelle.

Right? What is it
with that town?

There must be
something in the water.

Maybe country living
just brings out

the best in people, like
you and that amazing crack shot.

- You're welcome.
- You know, skills like that,

you could give
the real sharpshooter Jane

a run for her money.

- Standing up or...?
- No. Not going there.

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