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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!