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(Grunting)

(Whimpering)

(Grunting)

(Distant gunshot)

Jack!

Jack!

(Horses whinnying)

Jack...

(Sighing)

Letter from home?

My brother Robert.

- You have a brother?
- Twin, actually.

There's two of you?

We're nothing alike.

I'll resist the obvious joke.

Yeah, he's crowing
about all the big cases

he's working in Chicago.

Well, yeah,
Chicago is a real city.

I guess that's why your father's
giving him all the plum jobs.

Missy...

I'll have another rum,
please.

Barmaid, do not serve
that coward.

I know a gutless deserter
when I see one. Worse, a rebel!

You got a problem, Miss?

Ask him.

What the hell
was that about?

Beats me.

Not your first run-in tonight?

You got
blood on your shirt.

Someone shot my dog.

They shot your dog?
Why would they do that?

Jack was a good dog.

Just had the bad luck
of knowing me, I suppose.

Much obliged.

Had me a good mutt once.
Called him "Cincinnati".

Named it after
General Grant's horse.

Liked to bite the feathers
off of chickens.

My dog, not Grant's horse.

Friend, are you going
somewhere with this?

Maybe I could find
who shot Jack.

Put your mind at ease.

What? Are you just
going to ask around?

Yeah. Will Pinkerton.

Pinkerton.

It's nice of you to offer,
but any dough I have,

I'm using it
to fix up my old place.

Look, mister, uh...

Cane. Jeremiah Cane.

Jeremiah, I'd be happy
to do it on the house.

Dog's family to me.

Never pegged you
for a softie, Will.

I'm not a softie, just, no one
kills a dog for no reason.

Good dogs.

So you offered
the professional services

of the Pinkerton National
Detective Agency

to find the killer
of a dog?

We're not getting paid,

so technically it's not
the professional services.

Oh, problem solved.

Didn't you have a dog as a kid?
No.

Didn't think so.
Ow.

We had goats.

Wait. Your family?

Mm. There was one, Virgil.

He really liked apples.

You had a pet goat?

He wasn't a pet,
I just liked him.

And then one time, we were
having stew for dinner

and I couldn't find Virgil and
I realised that my father had--

Yeah, I'm eating here, Kate.

Life on a farm, Will.
What can I say?

Now, can we get back
to you working for free

to catch a dog killer?

You know the woman
I told you about?

The one who called Jeremiah
a rebel deserter?
Yeah.

He was making out
like she was crazy,

but she didn't seem
that crazy to me.

Will, this is about a dog.

No, I know. I know.

Okay, go find her,
inquire after her accusations

and then close this case.

Which, to me, is not a case.

I'll have it wrapped up
by dinner.

Just don't order
the goat stew.

MERCHANT:
I got something for ya!

MAN:
Glad to hear.

MAN #2:
You watch were you're goin'!

Looks like I got myself
an admirer.

Will Pinkerton.

Good for you. Kumquat?

No thanks.

Makes a nice jelly.

It's preserve-making season.

What have you got against
Jeremiah, Miss...

Cunningham.
Alice Cunningham.

And I thought I made myself
clear last night.

Not a fan of the South?

Geography
doesn't interest me.

But he left his
fellow soldiers behind,

and that's the worst kind
of coward.

You fought in the war?

Union nurse.
Saw a lot of dead and wounded

because deserters like
your boy shirked his duty.

So much
for honour and loyalty.

All right.
Jeremiah's a coward.

Is that why you went to his farm
and killed his dog?

Dog? I didn't kill any dog.

I was nowhere near his farm.

I went to the Dubois
for a drink

after a day of shopping
and making jelly.

Well, unless someone
helped you with that,

I hope your
kumquats can talk.

Well, they can't, and I've had
about enough of talking.

You that Pinkerton
taking on Jeremiah's case?

That'd be me.

Reuben Cane, little brother.

Live out Lexington way.

Well, that's a ways.

Figured he needed me.

Especially to bury his dog.
Little much if you ask me.

My brother lacks
a certain sympathy.

It's just a dog, Jeremiah.

They tracked me down
for deserting,

spent a year
in military prison.

Fellas dying all around:

consumption, starvation,

name it.

War ended, I'm free.

Disgraced, but free.

I found Jack in the street
that very night,

just as scared and alone--

We saved each other.

Couldn't have made
the journey back without him.

Deserves a proper burial.

You're right.

Who's in that grave?

His wife.

When did she pass?

Just last month.
Two weeks before he got back.

Influenza.

He's not right.

He feels responsible
for her dying.

WILL:
Just because he deserted?

REUBEN:
Doesn't make sense, I know.

And he's no coward.

Just hated what both sides
were doing to each other.

Why the hell
kill a man's dog?

Because it hurt him.
This is personal.

Jeremiah ever have any issues
with his neighbours?

He mostly
keeps to himself now.

Still.
Where's the nearest neighbour?

Well, Hank Sloan's
about a half-mile west.

(Crow cawing)

MAN:
And if you want a good
egg-laying bird,

you're talking White Leghorns
or Golden Comets.

Let's say I'm interested
in a good eating chicken.

Well, that's a Cornish Cross.

But there are birds
that are good for both,

like Plymouth Rocks,
Rhode Island Reds,

Dorkings and Wine Dots.

But why would a Pinkerton man
be here to talk about chickens?

I used to have a dog
that liked

to bite the feathers
off of them.

What?

Never mind.

Look, Mr. Sloan, I'm just
talking with all the neighbours,

trying to get
a better picture.

There was an incident
at the Cane farm last night.

What kind of incident?

Someone shot his dog dead.

You ever have any run-ins
with the animal?

No. Why would I?

Maybe the dog came to sample
one of your Dorkings.

Yeah, if he had, I would've
shot him. But I didn't.

Mr. Pinkerton, whatever you're
fishing around for ain't here.

I like Jeremiah,
been neighbours for years.

All right.
Well, thanks for your time.

What are the stakes for?

Surveyors. The railroad's
buying up properties

for their Western line.

I didn't see any
on Jeremiah's farm.

Didn't want the railroad
on his land.

The man just wants to be left in
peace. Can't say I blame him.

Yeah. Thanks for your time,
Mr. Sloan.

KATE:
Surveyor stakes?

Not on Jeremiah's land,
but plenty on Hank's.

The railroad's Western line.

Start mentioning railroads
and land deals,

I'm starting to think there's
something else going on here.

You mean, other than
a lonely man with a dead dog

and a neighbour that can
tell the difference between

a Rhode Island Red
and a Plymouth Rock?

Yes, in fact,
I do mean that.

Did you collect any evidence?

There was some shotgun pellets
where Jack was killed,

but that doesn't
narrow it down.
No.

Well, I suppose
it's worth a conversation

with the railroad people,
to see what's what.

Well, I thought this case
was beneath you.

And I thought you'd have it
wrapped up by dinner.

You coming?
Yeah!

(Bell ringing)

Mm, that's the daily special,
right? Goat stew?

Food in Kansas City is bland.
No geschmack.

Well, they definitely need to
put more ge-shmack into it.

But the beer
sure looks good.

If I may inquire,
Mr. Kloppenburg,

did you approach Jeremiah Cane
about purchasing

some of his land
for your railroad?

I did.

And he didn't warm to the idea
of parting with his land?

He did not.

Did he give a reason why?

He said sentimental reasons.

His wife is buried there.

Mm, yeah.

But we can always move her.

We will do this for him, yes?
We get things done.

It might not be
so simple for him.

Well, we cannot wait
while he reaches a decision.

Missouri Limited
is determined to construct

a Western expansion line.

At present, we are exploring
a number of different routes.

Jeremiah Cane is only a
small part of this exploration.

Can I ask why your agency
is involved?

It's about a dead dog.

This is levity,
Mr. Pinkerton?

It is not, Mr. Kloppenburg.

So, what are you thinking?

I think that Jeremiah's farm
is the only property

not barked
off by the railroad.

And you think he's being
strong-armed into selling?

Don't you?
Yeah.

Then why did you ask me
what I was thinking?

Because I didn't know
what you were thinking.

What else
could I be thinking?

I don't know. "I need new
shoes"? I can't read your mind.

At this precise moment,

Will Pinkerton,
that is a very good thing.

Tell me what you're thinking.

I think that when Missouri
Limited builds a rail line,

the train stops for no one.

And they shot Jeremiah's dog
to send a message.

Maybe.

Someone should tell him,

'cause I don't think
he got that message.

Then I think it's time
you introduced us.

Oh, by the wind

(Rustling)

What the hell?!

Get off!

Leave me be!

(Grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

Help!

MAN:
Show him the paper.

Sign it.

I ain't signing nothing.

Sign or swing, farmer.

Go to Hell.

Last chance.

(Spitting)

I made it clear
where I stand,

you railroad
sons of bitches.

Do what you gotta do.

Crazy old coot.

MAN:
String him up.

Let him swing.

(Gunshot)

Huh?

Let's get
out of here, boys!

(Choking, gasping)

(Choking)

(Gunshot)

Will, Will!

Come on, come on.
Up, up, up!

Breathe, breathe.

(Patrons laughing, chattering)

(Sighing)

A lady Pinkerton.

Never heard
of such a thing.

I hear that a lot.

Well, I can't help you much.

I didn't recognize
any of the boys,

and I was preoccupied
with the noose around my neck.

I take your point.

Told me to sign or hang.
I remember that part real clear.

Well, good news.

Someone's missing
a saddle horn.

Could be anyone.

That was mostly my point.

Have you two narrowed down
our list of suspects?

Railroads, neighbours.

Basically anyone with a vested
interest in rail expansion.

So you've narrowed it down
to pretty much everyone.

Well, I'm surprised this
saddle horn you picked up

hasn't cracked the case
wide open for us.

You two work together?

You and your brother
co-own the land?

Yeah. I guess our father
couldn't pick a favourite.

Not a problem
with my father.

You never mentioned it before.

Or the fact that Reuben
had signed over his share.

You suggesting Reuben had
something to do with this?

I think the intimidation tactics
are escalating.

First your dog, now this.

Do you think your brother
is capable?

No. He doesn't
have the stomach for it.

Well, until we figure it out,
you'll have to come with us.

We can keep you safe.
I'm not leaving my land.

Three men with a rope
couldn't force me off.

You think you
got a better shot?

I can't believe it.
Is Jeremiah all right?

Yeah. He's upset
but he's still stubborn.

My brother's always
been that way.

I fear for him
if he doesn't back down.

Railroad's good
at getting their way.

Reuben, lunch!

My wife.

Hello! I've made plenty,
if you'd care to join us.

Oh, no, thank you.
We can't.

I'll be in shortly, dear.

Would you give us a moment,
please?

My wife's on the shy side.

Never once set foot
in Kansas City. Too loud.

Mr. Cane, you might have
mentioned that you already

sold over your half
of the land to the railroad.

I knew how it would look.

You have to understand: I only
want what's best for my brother.

And what is that?

We thought
Jeremiah was dead.

The Army sent a telegram that
he'd been killed in Virginia.

An administrative error,
it turns out.

We didn't know that.

The missus and I
took in his wife.

I had to take care of her.

She was never
comfortable here.

Her grief was deep.

Before she died,

asked me to bury her
on their land.

Now Jeremiah
watches over her.

That land's a shrine,
is what it is.

It's no way to live.

When the railroad came calling,
I leapt at the chance.

I thought my brother could
finally put this behind him.

It's not doing him
any good to be there.

Every morning, waking up,
stuck in the past.

Well, you might not have to
worry about that much longer

if he doesn't
let us help him.

(Sighing)

I'll talk to him again.

Thank you, detectives.

Something wrong
with your lunch?

Yeah, no geschmack.

Oh, yeah.

Reuben seems like
a good brother to Jeremiah.

He does. You have
any brothers or sisters?

Yes.
And how'd you get along?

Fine. What about Robert?

What's it like
having a twin?

It's fine.
Fine?

It's all you had to say
about your family.

I wasn't close
with my family.

Okay, well,
that's a start at least.

Mm, good. Your turn.

Robert and me
are nothing alike.

I know. I've met him.
Ohh, he did not care for me.

And you're implying
that I do?

I am not implying anything.

The thing about Robert

is that he's dead set
against female detectives.

Uh...

Okay, I might have been too,
but that was then.

Uh...
You're gonna stop that, right?

Uh, no.

What's that?

Oh. Land ownership records
and surveyor's maps

I got from Miss Gallimore
at the clerks' office.

Railroad's got to be buying up
at least 50 properties.

KATE:
There's Jeremiah's neighbours.

But if Jeremiah wasn't going to
sell even if Reuben signed off,

why survey their land?

I don't know.

I'll be damned.

KATE:
What?
Look at the surveyor's
signature.

Alice Cunningham.

The woman who picked a fight
with Jeremiah at the bar.

You followed up with her.

Funny, she didn't mention
she works for the railroad.

This can't be a coincidence.

Only one way to find out.

Whoa.
Miss Cunningham.

Interesting line of work
you're in.

I don't recall being asked
how I make my pay.

What's this about now?

Someone tried to hang
Jeremiah Cane

the night after
you picked a fight with him.

I don't
talk to strangers.

Kate Warne, Pinkertons.

Interesting line of work
you're in.

You surveyed
Jeremiah's property

even after he turned down
the railroad. Why?

Maybe surveying Jeremiah's land
wasn't right,

but people change
their minds sometimes,

and we need to be ready
when they do.

And if they don't?

Executions aren't part
of my purview,

lady Pinkerton.

Must be difficult.
What's that?

Being a woman
in a man's business.

So, what, we're buddies now?

Okay, how about this:

Where were you when someone
tried to hang Jeremiah Cane?

In town, on my day off.

Do you want a list of people
who saw me?

Actually, yes,
I will need that.

Fine. In the meantime,
nice talking to you.

I don't know, Will.
She doesn't seem like

the type of woman
who'd kill a man over money.

That's not a type,
that's the world we live in.

Let's see if Jeremiah has
something different to say.

I'll talk to him.

Why don't you go
have a chat with Alice's boss?

Those wheels are always turning,
aren't they, Will?

Yeah.

Jeremiah.
How you holding up?

So far, no one's
tried to hang me,

so make that a good day.

Well, I spoke with Alice.

Who?

Your friend from the bar.

She been around here lately?

Yeah, last week.

Me and Jack chased her off
for trying to stake my land.

She ever
pressure you to sell?

No.

Might have been an exchange of
harsh language, but that's it.

Why? She got something to do
with all this?

Yeah, she might have.

Well, ain't that interesting.

Mr. Kloppenburg, I know you want
to be loyal to your employees--

It has nothing to do
with loyalty, detective.

Alice is one of
my best surveyors.

What is this suggestion of
wrongdoing based upon?

This was put to Jeremiah when
three men tried to hang him.

And you think
this was Alice's doing?

Someone from your railroad.

That is a standard-issue
contract.

We sent that to Jeremiah
several weeks ago,

along with a number
of other landowners.

They were open to sell?
Ja.

But I won't lie, if his
contract came back to me

with his signature,
it would make my job easier.

But what you're describing is
not how we conduct ourselves

at Missouri Limited.

Of course, given the upstanding
citizens you railroad folk are.

I'm aware of our
less-than-sterling reputation.

But I do not
work that way.

You need to talk to
the landowners.

It is they that have the most
to gain from this deal.

Like Hank Sloan,
for instance?

Yeah, why not?

Mr. Sloan and
his filthy chickens.

Whoa.

So we have Hank Sloan's
chickens but no Hank.

Might be in town?
And leave his beloved Leghorns?

So if we accept Jeremiah's
opinion that Alice wasn't party

to the murder attempt
and Otto Kloppenburg

is being straight with us...

We're talking about
all those landowners

who signed
on the dotted line.

Every one of them
a suspect.

This could take a while.

Whoa.
Whoa.

What the...

Kate, look.
No saddle horn.

Hank must have
been at the hanging.

We've got to find
this guy.

Whoa! Ah!
Will!

Jesus!

WILL:
I think we found him.

This was so much easier when it
was just about a dead dog.

No sign of the weapon.

It was something large,
judging by the wounds.

Body's still warm.

Must've only been killed
a few hours ago.

You know, the world's most
distraught former dog owner

lives just past
that hill.

Maybe Jeremiah suspected
Hank was part of the gang

that tried to hang him.
It's possible.

Although, I don't know if it
fits Jeremiah's character.

Didn't you say
Reuben told you

that Jeremiah hadn't been right
since his wife died?

Yes, I did.

Aren't you cold
out here?

I'm used to it.

I practically
live outside now.

Too hard being inside that
house. The reminders.

I visited your neighbour
Hank Sloan today.

Yeah. How's he doing?

He's dead, Jeremiah.

Murdered.

Good Lord.

What is happening?

We found his horse.

Missing a saddle horn.

The one Will shot off the night
they tried to hang out.

Hank was one of them.
Seems certain.

Well, if I think that
then that gives me

a damn good reason
to want to kill him.

Exactly.

Could you tell us where
you were the past few hours?

Reuben and I
were delivering hay

to a farm past Sibley.

And the farmer
can confirm that?

Never saw him. The wheel broke
when we were halfway there.

Had to turn around
and get back before sunset.

Reuben will tell you.

Hank.

Geez, why
didn't I see this?

See what?

Well, it's no secret
that Hank owns

a good chunk of the properties
around here.

And somehow, most of them
ended up smack in the middle

of the new rail line.

Thought he was a lucky guy,

but maybe
he greased some wheels.

Bribed railroad officials.

I don't know, but there's lucky
and there's too lucky.

I wonder what Otto's
having for lunch.

I do not believe
Alice would take a bribe.

Do you mind
if we take a look

at the work
she's been doing for you?

(Sighing)

This is our current plan
through the area.

What are these markings?

Looks like
an alternate route.

Alice must have
redrawn the map.

In Hank's favour.
Ja.

It certainly
looks that way.

So it's possible
Hank bribed her.

I would be lying
if I said I was unaware

of this practice
in our business in general.

But I do not engage in it
or allow it.

In fact, I fired two employees
on our last project

for enriching themselves.

What about on this project?

I apologise, detectives, for
not listening to you before,

but you have my word Alice
will be fired immediately,

just to be on the safe side
of propriety.

Wait a day.
We need to talk to her first.

(Horse approaching)

We know about your arrangement
with Hank.

Oh, yeah?
What's he been telling you?

Nothing.
He's dead, Alice.

Stabbed eight times
in the chest.

Hank's dead?

But why?

We hoped that you could help us
figure that out.

You think I did it?

You've been lying to us
from the beginning.

Why would I kill him?
If he's dead, I get nothing.

Nothing?
Nothing of what?

He, uh, he promised me
a cut of the proceeds

if I routed the line
through his property.

And since Jeremiah's
been holding out,

there's no proceeds to cut.

Maybe you weren't
too happy about that.

Wanted to renegotiate terms.
Argument got out of hand...

All right, look,
I didn't kill him, I swear.

Oh, we believe you
because of

your outstanding record
of honesty.

Giddyup. Giddyup.

KATE:
Yah, yah.

Oh, hello.
Are you looking for Reuben?

Is he around?

Oh, he's just inside.

Is this about
the railroad matter?

Yes.

Perhaps our friends would like
a nice cup of tea, dear.

Oh, no, thank you.
I'll have one.

As will I.

What's this about?

Hank Sloan was murdered.

The chicken farmer?

Could you tell us where
you were this afternoon?

Me?

We just need to be thorough.

I was with my brother,

trying to deliver hay
to Sibley.

Can you think of anyone
other than your brother

who may have had reason
to kill Hank?

No.

But as we were leaving
for Sibley,

I saw someone
in Hank's pasture,

not far from Jeremiah's
property line.

I thought it might be
a railroad person

'cause they had one of those
surveyor's poles.

What did
he or she look like?

Couldn't tell,
I was too far away.

You and Jeremiah were together
at this point?

Well, no, actually, I had to
wait on him a bit.

He came riding in just later.

Went to town to pick up
some tools, he said.

This must be the border between
Jeremiah's land and Hank's.

Still stakes
on Jeremiah's side.

I suppose it's easy for him
to just grab one up

and go kill Hank.

But even if Jeremiah
was up here,

it doesn't prove
he killed Hank.

I know, but he did have motive
and opportunity.

What about his alibi, though,
the trip to Sibley?

Which his brother confirmed,
sort of.

All I'm saying is that

before you make assumptions
about people,

you need the evidence
to back it up.

Yes, anyone can turn killer,
but Jeremiah,

the guy just wants
a fresh start.

What can I say?
I like the guy.

I guess Alice
could be lying again.

Right.

She has proven her liberal
relationship with the truth.

Looks like we found
our murder weapon.

Is that enough evidence
for you?

It's evidence, Kate,
but what does it prove?

Not the most pleasant way to go,
I imagine.

Leaves you longing
for the good old days

when people
just shot each other.

Despite your sympathy for
Jeremiah, which I share,

we really don't know him.

I mean, the man
could be capable of murder.

Or his brother,
for that matter.

I don't like
to think that way,

but hell,
could've been both of them.

And they're each
covering for the other.

(Sighing)

(Hooves falling)

Jeremiah.
You going somewhere?

I'm leaving town. Sold my land
to the railroad this afternoon.

You what?
Why now?

Better question is
why did I wait so long?

Your wife is buried here.

And it'll be the two of us
if I stick around.

You told me that.

Besides, with what
they're paying me,

I can buy a place in St. Louis
twice this big.

I thought it was never
about the money for you.

Detectives,

I appreciate what
you've done for me.

But I don't have the fight.
I just don't.

Thank you
for your hard work.

I'm grateful,
and I know Jack would be too.

I got some more
packing up to do.

Of course.

Let's go.

Giddyup.

Give yourself bunions,
you know.

I'm thinking.

I know better
than to ask what about.

What are we missing, Will?

Why is Jeremiah
leaving now

after everything
he's been through?

Besides it being
the sensible solution?

Unreasonable people don't just
suddenly become reasonable.

Yeah, I've noticed that.

If he did murder Hank,

it makes sense for him
to get out of town.

Maybe he thought
he was next.

Something doesn't add up.

What does add up?

Let's try a different result
and work backward.

Pick a suspect,
any suspect.

Reuben.

Okay, Reuben murdered Hank.
Why? What's his motive?

Maybe he was trying
to protect Jeremiah.

Heard that Hank tried to hang
him, took care of it himself.

And then waffles
on Jeremiah's alibi?

You can't
have it both ways.

Brothers are complicated.

Voice of experience?

Voice of "I don't
particularly care for

my dear brother Robert."

But I wouldn't turn on him,

even though he does have
a giant pickle up his--

Hank was murdered and then
Jeremiah sold his land.

Those two things
have to be connected.

Okay, but where does the dog
fit in to all that?

No one cares, Will.
The dog is secondary.

What do you have against dogs,
anyway?

Nothing.
I just prefer cats.

I mean, they're independent,
self-reliant creatures,

unlike dogs,
who only win your affection

to secure food and lodging.

You talking about dogs
or suitors?

Dogs are always fun, they're
always excited to see you.

Loyal, protective of their
masters to the bitter end--

That's it. Come on,
come on, come on.

(Patrons chattering, laughing)

WOMAN:
He never does. He never does.

WILL:
Caught you just in time.

Couldn't resist
one last visit

before I head off
to St. Louis.

Must be hard to pull up stakes
and leave it all behind.

Easier than staying.

We just have
one last question for you.

I was hoping this whole mess
was behind me.

It's about your dog.

Jack.

Tell us again about
the night he was killed.

(Sighing)

I was out back
chopping wood,

I heard a gunshot,
I ran out front,

saw someone ride off,

found Jack shot dead.

Did you hear him
barking at all?

Barking?

Before he was killed?

No. He didn't bark.

And would you say that's
normal behaviour for Jack

with a stranger?

No. He used to
bark like mad

at strangers.

So, what does that
tell you?

It was someone he recognized.

We think so.

But who would that be,
other than your brother?

Reuben.

We know he's your brother,

and I understand you not wanting
to point the finger at kin,

but if he killed Jack,

let's just say that brotherhood
only goes so far.

I can't believe
that he killed Jack.

Why did you sell your land,
Jeremiah?

Why now?

(Sighing)

Reuben came to me,
told me what he did.

What he did?

Said I owed him.

For what?

Hank Sloan.

Reuben killed Hank.

He said it was retribution
for Hank threatening me.

What if Hank and Reuben were
in on the land deal together?

And you got in their way.

Reuben came to threaten you
that night,

but Jack interfered, so--

Send a stronger message,
kill the dog.

Right.
When that didn't work,

Hank upped the pressure and
put a noose around your neck.

But that was too much for
Reuben, so he killed Hank.

I can't believe it.

My own brother.

Oh. Oh, my God.

What?

If he was willing
to kill my dog and Hank

then maybe he also...

He--!

Jeremiah,
where are you going?

I never thought
to question it.

To question what?

He's always so quiet, so gentle.
I never thought!

WILL:
Never thought what, Jeremiah?

Reuben said she got sick.
Your wife?

What if he lied?

What if he killed her
for the property

because the rail line's
going through?

And if he did,
there might be proof!

KATE:
Jeremiah!
Go! Go, go, go!

(Slow motion):
Come on!

(Slow motion):
Jeremiah!

Jeremiah.
Where is she?

What? Who?
My wife!

(Cocking gun)

I don't know
what you're talking about.

(Cocking gun)

Where is Margaret?

I thought you were dead.

The Army
said you'd been killed.

I took her in,
I cared for her.

I did the right thing
by you, Jeremiah.

But by the time I found out
you were only in prison,

I couldn't
just give her up.

I loved her.
What could I do?

Jeremiah.

(Gasping)

Margaret, my love.

You knew?!

May this deception
damn your soul!

I didn't mean
for any of this.

Brother...

thou shalt not covet
thy neighbour's house,

thou shalt not covet
thy neighbour's wife.

Your sin weighs heavy
on your heart.

I see that.

But I will not
forgive you.

You look elsewhere
for that.

And may God help you.

I sold the house.

It's okay.

I always hated that place.

(Laughing, sobbing)

(Patrons chattering)

Writing a letter home?

To Robert,
telling him about this case.

Hmm. It was a good solve.
Do you think he'll be impressed?

I doubt it.
But I'm not writing to brag,

just to stay in touch.

With the brother who looks down
on your current assignment?

He can look down
all he wants.

Don't you ever write
to your brothers and sisters?

Like I said,
we weren't close, so.

You always have a way to avoid
talking about yourself.

I told you about Virgil.

Oh, the pet goat.
Yes, I stand corrected.

And what if I told you
that I named Virgil

after one of my brothers?

(Laughing)
Really? Okay.

Well, now
we're getting started.

Where's brother
Virgil today?

Lives in Schenectady,
New York.

A married schoolteacher with
three children, last I'd heard.

Tell me more, Mrs. Warne.

Oh, don't push your luck,
Mr. Pinkerton.

NARRATOR:
Next week on The Pinkertons:

KATE:
Two men dead,
one of them an Indian.

That could be trouble.

KATE:
The killer doesn't know
that he was there,

but he'll come back
and try and kill the boy.

And what troubles you,
Miss Harper?

- You.
- There's an element in the city

who hate people
of other colours.

Thanks for telling me where
that murdered Indian is.

Might have to go pay him
a little visit.

Hey!