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Boys, the place is yours for the rest of the evening. Enjoy.

With a hand this good, all I feel for you men is pity.

It's not your pity I want, it's your cash.

Precisely.

Two dollars.

What kind of funny money is that?

It's Hawaiian. What the hell is Hawaiian?

It's as good as American.

What the hell is Hawaiian?

A place, you dimwit.

Never heard of it.

It's west of California. Are you gonna bet or not?

Haven't you ever been anywhere, Ned?

Sure... Texas.

How about you, Tim? You look like a travelling man.

I been lots of places, but no "hawoh--"

What you call it?

Hawaii, you idiot.

A man who has seen the world, right, Lawrence?

Are we playing cards? Show us what you got.

(Sighing) LAWRENCE: Damn.

(Laughing)

Appreciate the generosity, fellas.

No one's born this lucky.

You're right. I am just this good.

What? We just got started!

Well, you busted me clean.

Ah, you got more money in that fancy waistcoat of yours.

And that's where it's staying.

Count me out.

Me too.

Where's my horse?

(Screaming)

(Spluttering)

WILL: Did Father say what it was?

No, he just said I would find it useful.

"Kate, when I saw you using that misfiring hog-leg of a .44

"I decided your required something more refined.

"This is a Chicago Police pocket model.

May your aim be true."

Good heft. Balance...

Finely crafted metallurgy.

Is there anything in there for me?

Not even a shortbread?

He never gives me anything.

Then why would you expect something?

It's John.

Excuse me, ma'am.

This man came around the farm, asking for you.

Okay. What did he want?

He never said, and by the look of him, he's come a long way.

Where is he now?

Outside.

Can you send him in, please?

We may have a new client.

Are you the Pinkterons?

We are.

I require your services.

Have a seat.

Fellas forget where your table is?

(Gun clicking)

How can we help you, sir?

A friend of mine was murdered.

I wanted to find his killer.

Tell us about your friend.

Bob McNee and I prospected for gold together.

Our claim is near Sugar Creek.

Yesterday he was playing cards, and then someone killed him.

You know why?

No.

Have you talked to the sheriff?

I fear he will accuse me of the crime.

I can pay.

Gold. Two ounces.

Sounds good to me, sure.

We'll need to know everything you know.

Of course, and I'll help you.

We'll work together, the three of us.

I'm sorry, but that won't be possible.

We wouldn't want to put you in danger.

Please, find the killer.

Somebody drove a fence nail, right there.

Do you have his name?

Do dead men talk?

It's Bob McNee.

Well, what else did your friend tell you?

Not much. Where's his horse?

I didn't see any.

Well, judging from the hoof prints,

somebody left in a hurry.

Well, his pockets were empty, so the thief is a horse thief too.

There. That about covers it.

Maybe.

Were there any witnesses to say what his horse looked like?

Do you see any witnesses?

Thank you for everything, sheriff.

Hey.

I am running for re-election, so let's get one thing straight,

if there's any crimes being solved,

they're being solved by me.

We will try and find you that horse thief, sheriff.

Good, well, don't shilly-shally.

You serious? You're just gonna let him take all the credit?

Well, we haven't solved it yet, have we?

There was a big game up here in the private area,

for the high rollers.

Who's doing the inviting? Bob.

The dead guy.

Do you know anyone else in the game?

One's a guest here.

He says his name's Ryneer.

Cagey guy.

Upstairs.

(Knocking)

Go away!

It's the Pinkterons. Open up.

Oh! Enchant�, mademoiselle.

It's "Madame."

It's Will.

Hands on the wall.

Come on!

WILL: He's running!

Kenji! Kenji, what are you doing?

What are you doing? You almost let him get away.

Kenji-- You need my help.

We are working together.

Put away your guns. They're not needed.

Kenji, you cannot get involved like this.

We won't be responsible for you.

You need to let us do our job...

even though you... seem to know what you're doing.

Hey, ease off. That's my good hand.

See? I can help you.

No. We'll take it from here.

Thank you all the same.

KATE: What's your name?

Ryneer. Timothy Irving Ryneer.

Why'd you run?

You're Pinks. You figure it out.

You were playing poker last night, Mr. Ryneer.

Did I win?

Well, you did better than one of the other players. He's dead.

Who? Robert McNee.

Bob? When? How'd it happen?

You tell us.

He was a gentleman. That's awful.

He was the big winner. He cleaned us all out.

I didn't do it!

Who else was in the game?

Oh, jeez... I don't really know them.

Bob knew them. It was his game.

Names.

Uh... there was, uh, Ned.

Ned who?

Don't know. Smelled of whisky.

And there was a pompous chump named Lawrence, a raily.

Which company?

Missouri West Rail maybe?

He's set up in the room down the hall from mine.

Just the four of you then?

How'd he die?

Someone put a nail in his head.

I wouldn't leave town if I were you, Mr. Ryneer.

I ain't going nowhere till after the funeral.

You work for me. Now tell me what you know.

When we're good and ready.

Sheriff Logan thinks the killer was a thief,

but it may have been a poker player

trying to get his money back.

Follow the money, usually find the killer.

Do you know what Bob's horse looked like?

A big horse.

It was brown and white. A paint horse.

Paint horse. Thank you.

Now, Kenji, go home, and please stop following us.

He's not gonna stop.

No, definitely not.

Raily?

I knew Bob McNee. That's terrible news.

We played cards together.

Often?

No. Two or three times at most.

You're a poker player, are you?

No, not really.

Well, how often do you play?

Once a month.

Win or lose?

Exactly. It's poker.

Where'd you go after the game?

Home. And yes, I live alone.

What about the other players?

Tim, I don't know at all.

The other man, Ned...

to be honest, he's got a still, out by Keswick Creek.

Moonshine?

Quality, too. A gallon for half a dollar.

That's not bad.

But be careful. That man likes his shotgun.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Go to the still, yeah?

And if I can be of further assistance, do not hesitate.

Notice anything interesting?

Yeah, he's definitely moonshining.

See the shucks off to the side, where he dumped the (Unclear).

Still's gotta be nearby.

Notice the horse?

It's a paint horse, just like Kenji described.

Where is that shotgun?

Ned Fogel? We're the Pinkertons.

We just wanna talk.

Drop the gun, nice and slow.

Ned, stop!

I said stop!

KATE: Mr. Fogel!

Oh...

So why do you have Bob McNee's horse, huh?

He can have it back. I was just borrowing it.

Tell the man I'm sorry.

That won't be easy. The man's dead.

What?

Where's the money?

I didn't take no money.

You took his life, and then you took his horse.

Where's his damn money?

I didn't take it. I didn't even know the man was dead.

Explain that to the sheriff.

Sheriff? I only took the horse on a account

of Bob stole so much money from me playing cards.

Yeah, sure, you did.

Ask Lawrence Martin. He was there.

He owed Bob like a thousand bucks!

There's a reason to kill a man.

Lawrence and Bob play cards often?

Twice a week, maybe more. I was there.

Lawrence, he kept losing, but he couldn't stop playing.

He's got a real problem.

Well, you've got the horse. Mount up, you're going to jail.

Before we go... got any of that moonshine?

Wow, you do have a full house.

Hell, we broke up a brawl at the Dubois.

'Fraid there's no room for old Ned here.

So you'll be placed under the care of Warden Ambrose.

You'll be housed in the fresh air and luxurious surrounds

of our outdoor work detail.

Work detail? I haven't even been convicted of anything!

Oh, ain't that your bad luck.

Well, you're locked up. We may as well make use of you.

You know how to use a sledgehammer.

You see, that is good policing, if I do say so myself.

I told you the crime was horse thieving.

Now we got the horse, and we got the thief.

Everything but the confession.

I didn't do it!

Course you didn't.

Now where is that money you took from Bob McNee?

I didn't steal it.

Give us half an hour, we'll get the confession.

No, no, no. I'll take it from here, Pinkertons.

Thank you, sheriff.

So, Ned stole the horse, but we still don't have Bob's money.

And we still don't know who killed him either.

You don't think it was Ned?

I don't know what to think,

except that we need to talk to Lawrence

about his gambling problem.

Good idea.

Don't move. Hands up.

Kenji, what the hell are you doing here?

I heard what you said to the sheriff.

If Ned doesn't have the money, maybe Lawrence does.

It's mine! Bob and I were partners.

Is there anything you need to tell us?

No. No!

Because you happen to be everywhere that we are.

You're the client, not the detective.

Now go home, before you get yourself killed.

And stay there.

Maybe we should hire him.

While we're here...

What are we looking for?

I don't know, use your brain.

Again?

Look at this. Newspaper clippings.

WILL: Well, well...

looks like the late Bob McNee was a bounty hunter.

How could you not know that Bob McNee was a bounty hunter?

I'm ashamed.

Never suspected he was lying to me.

But he was your friend, right?

Why was he hiding it from you?

Maybe he was using me to hide his work.

What work? Who was he hunting?

I don't know.

How long did you know Bob? Where did you meet him?

Six months ago. San Francisco.

Whose idea was it to come to Kansas City?

Bob's. He heard gold was discovered at Banner Spring.

Did he ever talk to you about those three men?

He played cards with them a lot.

I don't know more.

But yes, he was interested in them.

How?

That's all I know.

Believe him?

Your father always said,

"Assume your client is lying about something."

That man is lying about everything.

So what if I frequent gambling establishments more than you do?

It's none of your business.

You lied about it.

Since when is that a crime?

Well, technically, it is a murder investigation,

so... it's a crime.

Doesn't make me a killer.

I've lived in Kansas City for two and a half years.

I belong to the municipal club.

My reputation is impeccable.

Why did you have a newspaper article about the dead man

in your possession?

I happen to be fascinated by bounty hunters.

That's why I played with Bob McNee.

You could've at least told us he was a bounty hunter.

You mean you didn't know?

(Chuckling)

Pinkertons, it was public knowledge,

published in magazines.

And you call yourselves professionals?

He's got a point there.

You're no better.

Why am I even here?

'Cause I said so.

You mean 'cause they said so.

Looks to me like the tail's wagging the dog,

and the dog's got fleas.

Lawrence Martin, I'd like you to meet Warden Ambrose.

What are you doing? Playing cards is not a crime.

Oh, no, top hat, but talking out of both sides of your mouth

was getting on my nerves,

so you can cool your lips out here at the work detail

till we figure this damn thing out.

MAN: Hey, you!

(Labourers grunting)

You need more wanted posters,

I got some going a few years back...

somewhere in here.

We should be fine for now, thank you, sheriff.

You know, from the beginning,

I had my doubts about that Lawrence Martin.

Come to think of it, I had my doubts about Ned, too.

Now, it is possible that Ned killed him, stole the horse,

and Lawrence took the money.

Or maybe Lawrence killed him,

Ned took the horse, and Lawrence took the money.

Or maybe--

It's simple, Logan.

If we find a wanted poster for Lawrence,

that's who Bob was hunting.

If it's Ned, it's a good chance it was him.

Well, look.

"Wanted, Timothy Ryneer. St. Louis. For forgery."

Reward, too.

(Patrons chattering)

Ryneer guy still around?

Skipped out, without paying.

Dammit.

But he did ask Jill about the train schedule.

Yes, I know London well.

My flat is right next to Buckingham Palace.

In fact, I'm very close with Queen Victoria.

She named one of her children after me.

Hang on. I happen to have, right here,

a signed photo of Her Majesty for sale.

Keep it. I have plenty of them.

I have to run.

Go!

MAN: Come on!

Describe them to me.

Which one?

Any of them, as if you were filing a report.

Okay...

Timothy Irving Ryneer, 5'10".

Muscular build, lean, dark hair.

Now Ned.

5'10", muscular, lean, and dark hair.

It's the same description.

Right? They all look the same.

So Bob McNee brought these three men together

who all look alike.

He wanted one of them, he just didn't know which one.

So for Tim it had nothing to do with the wanted poster.

Bob wanted Tim

because he was looking for someone fitting his description.

He didn't want him for forgery, either.

But he did want him for something.

Maybe they'll tell us themselves.

MAN: You two, break's over!

You're not here on vacation! Pick up the pace!

That sheriff and those Pinkertons

are too stupid to figure this out.

Now I know I didn't do it,

so the odds are 50/50 on you two.

LAWRENCE: You think you're so smart.

Let me tell you what really happened.

Shh.

Damn.

Where have you been?

What has been done with those three men?

One of them killed Bob!

Slow down. We don't know that yet.

All we know is that Bob was looking for someone.

Probably one of those three men,

but we don't know who killed him yet.

It was one of them!

How do you know?

They were playing cards together.

Yes, but he was murdered outside.

But how do you know there wasn't a fourth man.

Wait...

Will, that's exactly what we need.

What?

A fourth man.

Make room. Got company.

Who the hell are you?

Nothing to say for yourself, huh?

Don't look at me. I'm innocent. I didn't kill nobody.

Especially not Bob McNee.

You're a lying dog.

It's the gospel truth! I found that horse roaming free!

I thought there'd be a reward.

I gotta do something. I lost everything in the war.

So did everybody else.

I was raised better than that.

I make moonshine. I gotta survive.

But you... you were already on the run.

I was flat broke. Hotel was gonna throw me in the hoosegow

for not paying my damn bill.

NED: Well, you're in deeper now.

So, you expect one of them to break down and confess?

No, of course not, but John is very smart.

He knows how to talk to people, and he's a good listener.

But a black man with three white prisoners?

They'll never suspect he's with us.

It's perfect.

Just don't get him killed.

What if he's right about John?

You were standing right there when he said he would do it.

Horse thief, forger, and a bald-faced liar.

You ask me, they're all suspects.

Even Kenji.

Did you notice his hands?

Not really.

No calluses.

Have you ever met a prospector with no calluses?

Then who is he?

I don't know, but he said they have a claim on Sugar Creek.

You ask me, there is no claim.

You lying son of a gun. I know you did it.

Horse thief! You're the killer!

I saw you eyeing Bob's winnings.

I heard you haven't paid your hotel bill since you got here.

I'm a swindler. I'd never kill a man!

Look at the two of you!

Go on, hit him!

Show us your evil streak!

Go ahead, do it!

All right, it's you and me. Let's go!

Don't you touch me!

(Brawling sounds)

I don't give a damn what you think.

Looks like Kenji and Bob had a claim after all.

Let's make sure they were working it.

After he left, I slept. That's all!

I wouldn't kill Bob! I liked him! He bought my liquor!

I saw you both--

You both did it!

Hey, hey, hey!

You no good, low down--

Shut up! Shut! Up!

Now get up! All of you!

MAN: All right, fight's over.

Listen to me...

I owed Bob money.

Doesn't matter. I wasn't anywhere near that damn hotel.

Doesn't matter. I can't get inside.

I'm gonna hang, because one of y'all killed that man.

And my wife and son are gonna starve, 'cause I'm not there.

Now, tell me something I never heard before.

Well, you know,

there was someone hanging round the hotel that night,

acting suspicious, and I saw him again the next day,

pretending to work for the Pinks.

Who?

I don't know. Some Chinese fella.

What? What Chinese fellow?

No idea, but he's a better suspect than any of us,

even you.

Japanese, Chinese... I don't know.

Must be Kenji's.

I got something.

Newspaper clippings.

In English?

And a map of south of here.

To Mexico. Look.

These are all articles about a man named Hezekiah Platt.

Who's he?

Looks like he was an American diplomat sent to Japan in 1860.

So?

So, maybe Kenji and Bob are looking for this Platt.

You see a photograph? No.

Okay... so who's Platt?

Warden? Warden, I need to talk to sheriff Logan.

Why? You ready to confess?

No. Then why should I go bothering the sheriff?

Because I know who killed Bob McNee, and I can prove it.

LOGAN: John Bell just up and told you he did it?

Course not, but he knew

that you were gonna find the evidence that would hang him.

He didn't trust the other two.

He promised to give me half the money he stole,

if I promised to give the other half to his wife.

John Bell?

I agreed, of course,

but only to find out where the money was hidden.

I can show you where he said it would be.

So you would get half, and he'd hang.

So his wife could get the other half.

Now why are you telling me all this?

Because I'm a law abiding man. I refuse to aid a murderer.

I'll check out your story, and it had better be true.

Go on.

Hey! John Bell! Come with me.

Me? I didn't do anything.

I knew it was him.

I knew it wasn't one of us.

Yeah, took me a while to figure it out, but it's him.

Should be out of here by sundown.

And?

They blamed the black guy, as usual.

Lawrence.

He claimed I buried the money and told Logan where.

So we find it,

means Lawrence is the one that stole the money from Bob McNee.

We got news too.

We found out that Kenji and Bob were both bounty hunters.

They were looking for a diplomat named Hezekiah Platt.

Who's that?

One of those three. Must be Lawrence.

Wait a minute, I don't know who this Platt fella is,

but maybe Lawrence just killed Bob McNee for that money.

All we know is that Platt was stationed in Japan

five years ago.

Did Lawrence or any of them mention Kenji or Japan?

No.

But Tim said something about a Chinese man at the hotel,

spying on 'em.

Lawrence got real quiet after that, then he pinned it on me.

Lawrence is Platt.

Okay, who are you, Kenji?

Kenji Harada.

Who's Hezekiah Platt?

You work for me. I don't need to answer questions.

I work for the Pinkertons, and I think that you do.

WILL: You lied to us from the beginning.

You need to tell the truth.

Who's Hezekiah Platt and why are you looking for him?

KATE: You and Bob were bounty hunters, tracking Platt.

He's not wanted here, so he must be wanted in Japan.

You're Japanese, so there are places that you can't go here,

like the police, so you hired Bob to help you find Platt.

WILL: You and Bob narrowed down the suspects to those three men,

and you tried to smoke out Platt. Why?

We had a description,

but no picture.

We knew Platt was a gambler,

and was hiding under an assumed name.

He was one of those three.

It was Lawrence.

How do you know?

We'll tell you if you tell us what the hell he did.

Seven years ago,

your country and mine opened up trade with a treaty.

Hezekiah Platt was an American diplomat in Japan.

He was against it, as were many Japanese.

He helped them assassinate the chief Japanese advisor.

So you're here to bring him to justice.

How do you know for certain Lawrence Martin is Platt?

Here's the problem, Kate.

If Lawrence Martin killed Bob McNee, we need to tell Kenji

that was have to prosecute him here in the US first.

He ain't gonna like that.

KATE: Well, then we don't tell him.

He may have already figured that out.

Got something.

Looks like Lawrence finally told some truth.

You mean Hezekiah Platt.

Whoever he is, he killed Bob McNee.

Means Logan gets his hanging.

And he re-election.

What did you tell him?

If the black man did it, how come we're here, and he's not?

I don't know. Must've took him down to get the money.

Once again, you're a lying piece of--

You'll be fine...

(Speaking Japanese)

I swear, I had nothing to do with the assassination.

Goldarn it!

See, this is what happens when you hire your brother-in-law!

Please don't tell your sister.

Shut up.

Get on home! Don't you come looking to me for work again!

Look at that. Here I am, running for re-election,

and that is what's gonna be on the front page

of every damn newspaper in town.

As long as they spell your name right.

And you know you've got our vote.

Oh, good.

Where did he go?

He's got to get this Platt fellow all the way to Japan.

How's a Japanese guy gonna drag an American onto a ship?

There's no port in the country that's gonna allow that.

Kenji would've thought of that.

The map in his tent.

Mexico. He's heading south.

They can't have more than a few hours on us.

We'll never catch up with them.

Yes, we will. I imagine he's got Lawrence tied up.

That makes their ride much more difficult.

Still, make up that much time?

Over that ridge there is flat land.

We'll be able to see for five miles. They'll be there.

Yeah, waving goodbye.

Come on, let's ride.

And how do you propose

to get us across the Chihuahua desert alive?

I have been ordered to return you to Japan, and I will.

It is my duty.

When my friends in Japan hear about this,

they will not let you get away.

When they find out what you done, you're dead.

So be it.

I will have fulfilled my obligation.

This will take months,

and if you slip up for the blink of an eye,

I will plant a nail in your head,

just like I did to that friend of yours, Bob McNee.

Remember him?

What are you doing?

What's the big deal anyway?

It was just some minister or something.

Who was trying to establish an accordance with United States.

Which many people in both countries were against.

Yet the accord was signed!

Then what's your beef?

My father's sword.

This will be your weapon.

American Navy cutlass.

A gift from Commodore Perry.

You know how to use it.

I didn't kill the minister.

You betrayed him to assassins,

and they killed him.

Just doing my duty.

He was my father.

I thought your task was to return me to Japan.

Me desire is to avenge your treachery,

and my father's death.

By putting desire before duty, you commit a greater treachery.

(Both yelling)

There!

(Gunshot)

Kenji, don't do it.

KENJI: The advisor he helped kill was my father!

I am bringing him to justice.

I am defending my father's honour.

It is my duty, and what he deserves.

That man killed a man on American soil,

and he must face justice here.

That is our honour, and Will and I must defend it.

If we have to, we will hunt you down.

The end is the same. This man will hang.

KATE: Please don't make us bring you to justice too.

Your father wouldn't want that.

Put down your sword. Let us bring justice for Bob McNee,

and for your father.

KATE: Your father would want that.

He wanted cooperation with America.

MAN: Re-elect sheriff Logan. Hanging tomorrow.

LOGAN: Fine to see you, ma'am, fine to see you.

MAN: Re-elect sheriff Logan.

Logan gets all the credit. What do we get?

Better the devil you know.

Got a point.

So what are we gonna do about Kenji breaking the law?

He didn't do anything wrong.

Attacking the Warden's a crime.

No evidence it was him.

Uh, Ned and Tim.

Unreliable witnesses.

Why are you defending Kenji?

He's smart, diligent, and he got his man.

Kinda like us.

Yeah? How are you with a sword?

Working on it.

I come before you to discuss the issues

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

More Yankee lies!

Something can always be done about Mr. Buckner.

You heard that crazy old reb,

questioning my heroism in front of the whole town.

Politics is a dirty business.

His name's Musgraves.

The war may have bruised his brain.

Who gave you the gun?

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