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(Piano playing,
indistinct chattering)

Get up on the
wrong side of the bed?

There is only one side.
I sleep by the wall.

No, it's just a figure of--
Forget it.

You wanna be in a bad mood,
that's your choice.

I'm not complaining.

My soul is dying,
but I'm not complaining.

Figured moving out here
to the wild west

would be exciting, right?
Big adventure? Never bored?

Didn't you?

No, I'm just here
for the trouble, really.

I could use some trouble.

That's what they all say,
until they're in it.

Then what?

Then they meet me.

(Chuckling)

And there she was, poor Agnes,

with her sick husband
and five children,

trapped inside a cabin.

She knew those outlaws
were coming.

She could heard their spurs
jingling, closer and closer,

but Agnes, she stood her ground,
steely calm.

Then chaos.

Three of the most vicious men
you could ever imagine

came bursting through
the cabin door.

And what did they find
to greet them?

Do tell.

Her gun pointed
straight at them.

Stopped 'em cold.

They said, "Woman,
we come for your money,

"your jewellery and everything
you hold near and dear.

Now drop your pistol."

And she did of course.

"I shall do no such thing!"
she said.

What courage.

She sounds like
a fool to me.

Don't say that, Wade.

A smart woman would have
put the gun down

and done as she was told,

given the circumstances,
of course.

But her husband was dying
from consumption.

She had five mouths to feed.

She was just
defending her family.

You would've done the same thing
for me, wouldn't you?

Defended me?

Belle, my dear,

these dime store western novels
are affecting your mind.

But they give me such pleasure.

The days can be quite long
without them, Wade.

Perhaps turning your attention

to the more womanly arts will
give you peace of mind.

I haven't the talent for
needlework.

It's a pity.

But I promise I will
re-apply my efforts.

You are my lovely little pipit,
aren't you?

Finish your dinner, honey.

BELLE:
It is a frightfully cold night.

WADE:
Be of stout heart,

the evening constitutional
is vital for us both.

So this Agnes,
the one in the log cabin.

Yes, my "Frontier Desperados"
heroine.

How did she manage to get out of
such a pickle after all?

Well, she shot 'em.

All of them.
Dropped 'em dead.

Goodness gracious,
imagine--

Stop!

Stop!
What are you doing?

Don't be getting ideas, woman.

Let's get!

Help! Somebody!

Help! Somebody took my husband!

Help!

Porter, take these
to the hotel directly.

Judge Shirley?

Kate Warne.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

This is my associate,
Will Pinkerton.

Uh, Your Honour? Sorry,
I'm not sure how to address--

Chief magistrate,
Scyene, Texas.

Scyene.
South of Dallas, right?

Southeast, actually.
What have you heard?

It has a reputation.
Mostly peaceful.

"Sheltered" is not the word
I'm looking for but--

We received your telegram.

This must be quite
the ordeal for you.

I took the first train out
as soon as I got the news.

My daughter, Belle,
is staying at the hotel.

I understand she's here in
Kansas City on a visit.

With her husband,
Wade Carson, yes.

He works for Joseph McCoy
out of Abilene.

They had business to transact.

Belle came along, which she does
from time to time.

Keeps her occupied.

Working for the real McCoy.
Must be a cattle trader.

That is correct.

It's a lucrative business.

The kidnappers
may be after his money.

And mine too!

I'll be damned if they're
gonna get a nickel.

But for the moment, it's my
daughter I'm concerned about.

Father, what are you doing here?

Did you expect me to sit back
in my armchair

while my precious daughter is
suffering such difficulty?

I appreciate you coming.

Who else could
fix this mess?

And I've taken the liberty
of hiring some help.

The Pinkertons.

It's a pleasure.

I've read so much about you.

We're so sorry you have to go
through this, Mrs. Carson.

Have you had any word
from your husband's kidnappers?

After an abduction, there is
usually a ransom note

or some kind of communication.

Nothing.
I've heard nothing.

I really think we should
contact the sheriff--

No. Absolutely not.

We will not risk agitating an
already fragile situation

by making it public.

I hired you for a reason.

Keep it quiet.

Okay.

Let's start with the men
who took your husband.

What did they look like?

Well, they were ruffians,
to be sure.

Two of 'em.

But they wore red kerchiefs
over their faces

and they had their hats
pulled low.

I really couldn't see much.

Come on, Belle. You must have
seen more than that.

Honestly, it happened
so quickly.

We'll do our best to find
your husband, Mrs. Carson.

Now that we've all met,

what's your plan of action?

We're gonna wait to hear word
from Wade's captors.

We're hogtied till we do.

I hope you know what you're
doing...

There's no question there, sir.

That remains to be seen,
doesn't it?

Where'd this come from?

It was here this morning
when I came in.

But you don't know
who left it?

Mm-mm.

I saw the note inside.
Thought you'd be interested.

Is this about the kidnapping?

You've heard?

Who hasn't?

What are people saying?

A couple of outlaws
borrowed a rich man.

The more appropriate term
is "abducted."

It's all exciting to me.

That's because you're not the
one being borrowed at gunpoint.

Whatever people are saying,
keep quiet about this, Miyo.

Not a word.

"Deer Mrs. Carson"--

"Deer" spelled with two Es--

"Want to grow old
with your husband?

"Put 2,000 in this satchel.

"I want gold and paper dollars.

"Three o'clock today.

"Drop it near the cattle trough
at Bailey's Corner.

"Do that and your husband
goes free.

"Tomorrow you will find him in
Kansas City by noon.

"If no money, he dies.

Come alone. I am watching."

It's simple, clear, costly.

Possibly deadly.

That all depends
on Belle and her father.

Is that all there is?

I sold my ruby bracelet
for cash this morning.

The emeralds are on pawn.

What?

Wade handles all of our
finances. You know that.

There's no secret fund
stashed for emergencies?

Father, if I knew,
I would tell you.

Rest assured, Your Honour. We're
experienced in these matters.

We'll take Belle out
to Bailey's Corner.

She'll deliver the money.

Alone?

It will appear that way.
We'll be close behind her.

WILL:
Just try to relax.

All you have to do is walk out,
drop the money in the trough.

We'll cover you
every step of the way.

I'm not convinced
she's capable of doing this.

Yes, I can.

And I will.

Good.

Fait accompli.

The deed is done.

WILL:
You're kind of cute
when you try to impress me.

Yes, I am.
And, no, I wasn't.

Why the hell is she
coming this way?

I have no idea.

She'll give us away
if someone's watching.

How was that?

Keep walking!
Don't look at us.

Go back to your horse
and go back to the hotel, now.

The kidnappers know we're here.

They're keeping us waiting
on purpose.

They want us to freeze
and give up.

Come here,
I'll warm you.
Whoa!

It'll do the both of us good,
seriously.

I'm not that cold.

Fine, then. You'll just have to
prove me wrong.

I just did.

Let's go.

Wait, give him a minute.

We're gonna lose him.

We can't risk him seeing us.

Looks like he might be
heading back to town.
Good.

Why is that good? It's harder
to track someone in the city.

I'm up for the chase.
Might even thaw us out.

Let's go.

Come on.

Oh, hold up. Hold up.

KATE:
The barrel.

It's gotta be the
drop-off point.

Oh, please.

How original.

Bait-and-switch?
Yeah.

Worried if he's being followed,
then he's gonna

drop off the money for somebody
else to pick up later.

Now, he picks up
an identical bag

that doesn't have
any money in it,

and leaves the money
inside the barrel.

I know what a
bait-and-switch is.

Why did you just get me to
explain the whole thing?

I'll keep watch,
see who picks up the money.

You follow the drop-off man.

He'll probably lead you
to where they're hiding Carson.

It's more likely the guy coming
to get the money would do that.

Just hurry up and go!

Wouldn't kill you to
be pleasant, you know.

Oh, I am, just not
when you're around.

Damn it.

What the hell?

Where's the money?

(Groaning)

So that's what that feels like.

Will! Oh, God.

Let's get you on your feet.

If you don't mind,
I'm fine where I am, thank you.

Well, you lost him.

I'm so glad you're here
to tell me these things.

Will, we have a problem.
There's no money in here.

The satchel from the barrel?

That doesn't make any sense.

Yes, it does.
It means we've been played.

Here, come on.

Oh, please. I don't think
my manhood can handle

a helping hand from a woman.

I'm ignoring you.

You can let go of me, anytime.

We got duped. It was Three-card
Monte with two cards showing.

Illuminate me. I know very
little about card games.

It's sleight of hand, okay?

These two bags were
filled with nothing.

And then the third one,
which was filled with the money,

was switched out.

So the kidnappers
got their ransom.

That's my guess.

The weasel's probably
picking it up right now.

He can't be far.

(Knocking)

I need to speak to you,
straight away.

What are you doing?

Well, if the kidnapper's hiding,
we'll flush him out.

Kate Warne with the
Pinkerton Agency.

There's a fugitive
on the loose.

I'm going to have to secure the
premises. Please, step aside.

Get busy.

KATE:
And you're sure
you didn't see anything?

Thank you for your cooperation.

There's no sign of him.

But this fellow here says

that somebody matching our man's
description stole his horse.

That's right.

Held a gun to my face and made
me unhitch my team.

Stole the best mare I had.

But he didn't take the wagon.

No, ma'am.
He was in an awful hurry.

WILL:
There's no surprise there.

We'll do our best to find your
horse for you, all right?

The wagon would have restricted
him to road travel.

That's probably why he took
the single horse.

He could be anywhere.

Where are you going?

I got questions.

Yeah, well, so do I.
Taking off...

You lost our money?

Not exactly.

Please, clarify yourself.

It appears there was no money in
the satchel to begin with.

Now, that's impossible.

We saw a man pick up the bag
that you left in the woods.

He then switched it for an
identical one in town.

We retrieved both satchels.

Both were empty.

All I know is I dropped off a
satchel full of money

and now it's gone.

Please, would someone just
tell me where the money is.

I don't think
you caught my drift.

I caught it perfectly, sir!

I hired you to rectify
this situation.

You've only made it worse!

Hold a minute--

I hold you both responsible.

Imbeciles.
Father--

And now my son-in-law is gone.

Probably for good.

Don't say that.

We'll find him.
Of course we will.

There must be another bag
with the money in it.

Oh, hush up, Belle.

She has a point, sir.

There very well may be
a third satchel.

But we won't know for sure
until tomorrow.

If the money was delivered, Wade
will be released in the morning.

And if he isn't?

If Wade doesn't turn up
tomorrow--

We both know
what that means.

The question right now is what
happened to that ransom money?

There are several explanations.

Perhaps the money was switched
out before it was delivered.

Belle. I thought about that.
But why would she do that?

Or her father.

They both seem to want Wade
returned to them.

Well, then there's
a possibility

that the money was
received by the kidnappers.

Yeah, but how?
And who are they?

I don't know.

At this juncture, let's just
hope Wade's still alive.

(Shouting in pain)

MAN:
You can talk,
or you can bleed out.

WADE:
I have no money.
Not for you, or me, or--

MAN:
Son of a--

Don't you pass out on me.
Now talk!

Jesse James,
what the hell's going on?

You're not supposed to be here.

Where's the money?

The plan didn't go
like we talked.

You were followed, weren't you?

Did they see your face?

Not gonna lie to you, Jesse.

All I know is, I picked up the
money and did the fake switch.

Good.

But the satchel,
there weren't nothin' in there.

No dollars!

I never told you
to look in the satchel.

I couldn't help it.
It got tangled up.

I was carrying around
pieced of wood

and horseshoes that whole time.

Like I said, no dollars.

You got tangled up?

Hm?

With who?

Couldn't say.

But I hit him good.

With a spade, no less.
Down he went.

But not dead.

No. He stirred a bit.

He saw you.

Doubt it.

Doubt he'd remember,
I was fast on him.

You get hit by a man,
you never forget his face.

I suppose.

Jesse, what's going on?

I messed up, didn't I?

I'm sorry. Look, I did what you
needed me to do.

The best way I could.

I'm aware.

There's no need
to apologize.

Okay... Thank you.

(Gunshots)

Now, then, you got
something to say?

I was hoping you wouldn't
show up alone.

There's no sign
of Wade Carson.

I checked the depot.
There's nothing on the streets.

I even went out to Hawkin's
Corner. We got nothing.

It's two hours past
the exchange time.

Doesn't bode well.

So either the kidnappers
changed their minds, or--

Or they killed Wade.

Right.

But it doesn't make sense.

What's to gain from killing
Wade Carson

but not collecting the ransom?
There's no logic in that.

I'm not ready to
give up this case

and turn it into a search
for a missing corpse either.

So where does that leave us?

As the bearers of bad news.

With an agenda, mind you.

Oh, how very warm of you.

Almost caring,
with a hint of comfort.

Well, we all have our faults.

We need to find out what
happened to that ransom money.

It could be a lynchpin
in all this.

Wait, we lost it.

No, they took it.

Right, but who is "they"?

Exactly.
Exactly.

See? We can agree on something.
It's not gonna kill you.

What?!

Look, I'm going to
attend to Belle

and see what I can
learn from her.

I suggest you do
the same with her father.

Will?

Be discreet with your questions.

Act like you know less
than you do. Act vacant.

Yeah, be myself.
Thanks, Kate.

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

Please don't look at me
that way, Mr. Pinkerton.

I'm sorry, Judge.

I looked everywhere.

I think the kidnappers
still have him.

Wade is dead, isn't he?

We don't know that for certain.

I think we do.

Why would they do this?

That same thought would've been
the last one that Wade ever had.

What a horrible notion,

to leave this world full of
fear and questions.

You know, I don't have your
experience as a judge,

or your wisdom,

and I'll admit, the situation
does look pretty grim.

But maybe you can tell me,

how is it you're so sure
Wade is dead?

BELLE:
I just refuse to believe it.

Wade is alive.
He has to be.

Your optimism may be rewarded.

It will.

I have no choice but to believe

my husband is waiting
to come home for me.

This is a nightmare.

But nightmares
come to an end.

Possibly I missed something.

That's putting it mildly.

You managed to lose both the
kidnappers and the ransom money.

That is to say nothing
about my future.

In a few years time
I'm gonna be put out to pasture,

and then what?

"Missed something".

I'll thank you to wipe that
smirk off your face.

Sorry, I just noticed your
novel, "Frontier Desperados".

I'll have you know I'm also
reading Margaret Fuller's

"Women of the 19th Century".
Don't be so quick to judge.

I have that issue
of "Frontier Desperados"

with Agnes the Avenger.

Obviously fiction.

It speaks to a certain
viewpoint.

She's a virtuous woman,
protecting her family,

that's true.

And in love with danger.

Perhaps that's why
those novels are so popular.

A gateway to freedom, fantasy.

Out on the range, six shooters,

the excitement of the unknown.

Reckless tales of adventure.

Just childish whimsy.

But for a married woman?

What would your outlaw name be?

Starr.

Belle Starr.

Belle,

are you happy
in your marriage?

What the hell
kind of question is that?

I think you just answered it.

And what about you?

If you were free to be whatever
you wanted out there?

What would your name be?

Mrs. Kate Warne.

Mrs. "Detective" Kate Warne.

Yes. Always.

Mm-hmm.

JUDGE SHIRLEY:
By all accounts,

my daughter and Mr. Carson
had a trusting bond,

under law and under God.

And would you also say
that they were in love?

Don't be caustic with me.

Oh, no, this is
me being vacant.

I'm not paying you
to be vacant,

nor to question
Belle's integrity.

I meant no offence.
I'm just trying to understand

how much they meant
to one another,

outside of their
marital contract.

Wade was a lucky match.

Belle was grateful that fate
brought them together.

And to be honest,

he probably saved my daughter
from an early demise.

How so?

Even as a child,
Belle was spirited.

And obstinate.

She needs to be reined in.

Wade helped with that.

Well, he is used
to handling cattle.

Do be careful with your words
and tone, Mr. Pinkerton.

I have no patience for your
playful jabs.

I come from a respected
Southern family,

with roots in the
French aristocracy.

Meaning that you provided Wade
with the status,

and he provided you with
the money to keep it.

It is not entirely that simple.

It's an arrangement
as old as the hills.

Chief magistrate
of Scyene, Texas.

Meaning you had money in a
Confederate bank, right?

Then the war came along?

And the Union army
plundered my fortune, yes.

All of it?

The ransom money,
the money you lost track of...

That was the last
of my savings.

My only blessing is that my
father is not alive

to see what has become
of his family legacy.

KATE:
Dead broke.

That explains a few things.

No, it doesn't.

Belle's father is living off of
Wade Carson's money.

He wouldn't have
him kidnapped.
That's not
what I--

And Wade wouldn't dare stop
giving his money;

he'd lose Belle and the link
to the family name.

Belle could care less about
losing her husband.

I think she's been roped
into a loveless marriage.

Kate, your aim's way off.
The way the judge was talking,

Belle and Wade
made a great couple.

Her father may have
designed the marriage,

but he's not the one
living in it.

She could do worse.

Or she could also do different.

Have a drink.

I'm just saying
Belle wants to be free.

Of what?

Of everything.

Everything that's expected
of a young woman.

And kidnapping her own husband
makes sense how?

Take the money and run.

I'm not saying that
I agree with her morals.

I'm only suggesting that Belle
craves adventure.

She gets adventures,
that is true.

I can hear this woman having
adventures at night,

with another man.

She thinks nobody knows,
but I do.

Belle is having an affair?

With who?

A handsome man.

Young, like her.

When?

(Light tapping)

(Giggling)

Well, well... Getting up to
the devil's business, huh?

I didn't get a good look
at his face.

Go knock on the door, he should
be on full display by now.

Please act your age,
for once.

I am.

All right, you stay here.

I'm gonna go outside
and keep an eye on the balcony.

What am I supposed to do?

Let them finish.

(Door opening)

It's Jesse James.

(Screaming)

Oh!

Damn coward, pulling a knife
on a woman.

It's preferable to a gun.

Oh, what a gentleman.

Ow! Please,
watch what you're doing.

Sorry.

Damn it!

Will, calm down.

Not until I see Jesse dead
on the end of a rope.

And how do you plan
on doing that?

We have no idea where he went.

I'll find him myself.

You're not going anywhere
with that wound.

Ahh...

The lady upstairs.

She'll tell you
where the man goes.

Sure as you live,
we'll get Belle to talk.

A confrontation won't help us.

Kate, we don't have time
for a nice chat with Belle.

Her husband could
still be alive.

He might be.

But at this moment, Belle has no
way of knowing that for sure.

I don't follow.

But you might.

Belle could lead you
directly to Wade.

Ow!

(Knocking at door)

Come in.

Something's wrong, I can tell
by your faces.

Goodness,
what happened to you?

Oh, uh, I'm fine,
thank you.

Mrs. Carson.

Our investigation has
unfortunately taken a bad turn.

In what way?

Belle...

We found Wade.

Please, sit.

I'm sorry to tell you,

but your husband's dead.

He can't be.

His body was discovered
this morning,

under a pile of refuse
just outside of town.

You must be mistaken.

No, there was no mistake.

His face matched the photograph
that you provided,

and the clothes are identical

to the description you gave
when you last saw him.

I don't believe you.
I want to see the body.

I'm afraid we can't allow that.

Wade's body is with the
undertaker, and is not in...

not in a presentable state.

What did they do to him?

He was beaten quite badly.

KATE:
Whoever is responsible

was likely trying to extract
information from Wade.

Financial gain, perhaps.

This doesn't make any sense.

How could you have
allowed Wade to die?

I entrusted you to solve this!

We will, I promise you.

If I've learned
anything in life,

it's that promises
are worthless.

Hold on.

The third satchel.

It's empty now.

Oh, how sweet.
She stole from her father.

It would appear that way.

(Horse whinnying)

What the hell are you
doing here?

How could you?

Hey! What's gotten into you?

Idiot!

I hope to heaven he at least
told you where the money's was.

No, not yet!

Not yet?

You mean Wade's...

Wade is what?

He's alive.

JESSE:
Of course he's alive.

He hasn't talked yet.

What made you think different?

Because I've been set up.

By the Pinkertons.

They told me he
was found dead this morning.

Somebody see you
leave the hotel?

More than that.

The woman tried to block my way.

Kate?

Yeah, I know her name.
She knows my knife.

You should've killed her
when you had a chance.

We don't have much time.

Now whose fault is that?

Give me your pistol.

For what?

Give it to me.

Belle.

Wade.

You and I both know that our
marriage was manufactured.

An arrangement
between my father and you.

I'm sorry to say, but I'm gonna
have to break that contract.

There are laws against
what I'm about to do.

But not here.

Why do you wanna do this?
You're my wife.

It's simply business.

Always has been.

And now you have to pay.

If you refuse to say where
your fortune is,

I refuse to let you live.

I don't have
any money in hiding.

You don't trust the banks,
I know that.

Which means my divorce
reparations

must be in safe keeping
somewhere else.

Wade.

If you tell me where
your fortune is,

I'll set us both free.

No.

No, I'm dead to you either way.

True.

Wait, wait, please--

(Clattering)

The hell is that?

Someone's outside--

Quiet, woman.

(Gunshots)

Okay. Okay!

I'll tell you
where the money is.

Aah!

But you have to say...

why you are doing this.

I want freedom.

(Shouting, groaning)

(Gun cocking)

Off.

WILL:
Go on, get out there!

I have given you everything
a woman would want.

How do you know?

You never asked me
what I wanted, Wade.

I have no desire to live
the way you expect.

You think life is like
a dime store novel?

I can understand the excitement.

But you want to be
hiding out in a cave,

eating rattlesnake?

You wouldn't last a week.

Go on, Belle.

Get on your horse
and get outta here.

You won't get very far.

You haven't--

You haven't thought this
through.

I'm moving on whether you're
breathing or not.

Where is the money?

In our garden.

Near the bench,
under the brickwork.

But I have to tell you
something.

There's barely
anything left, Belle.

The money's all gone.

You spent it? On what?

I speculated on
the cattle market.

I made some bad business deals.

I've got enough for maybe
six months, at the most.

Liar!

Sadly, I'm not.

It's the truth.

Now, you go on and you--
you pull that trigger.

You shoot me.

I'm done.

Go on, Belle. Get on your horse
and get out of here.

You can wait for me.

I'll be right behind you.

Belle.

Please come home.

All is forgiven.

Please.

(Gun decocking)

(Exhaling)

WILL:
She's never gonna wait for you.

I'm well aware of that.

(Chuckling)

Get!
Ow.

I will never forgive her.

She may never
forgive you, either.

How dare you?

With all due respect, sir.

You exerted a lot of pressure
on your daughter.

I did no such thing.

It's a lot to ask of someone

to save your financial injuries
with their marriage.

It was her duty, madam.

I have to admit, you Pinkertons
did a fine job.

Thank you.

Though what you found was not
what I wanted to see.

Perhaps you needed to.

Good day.

So Will captured a real outlaw?

Yes, they punched each other
until one of them gave up.

Sounds pretty exciting,
doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Unbelievable.

News from St. Louis?

Yeah, guess what they found in
Wade Carson's garden?

Probably nothing.

Wade was telling the truth.

So, how much money
was buried there?

Wasn't even enough to cover a
train fare home to St. Louis.

Wade was just as broke
as Belle's father.

So Belle was the only one

who gained anything
from all of this.

After leaving a path of
destruction.

They were all playing
the same game.

Belle just punched
a little harder.

Good luck to her.

Somehow I don't think
she'll need it.

NARRATOR:
Next week on The Pinkertons...

I will declare the truth

on the pages of a new voice
in this wilderness.

That's General Sterling Price.

He was ruthless
during the war.

I know who he is.

I rue the day that Price
rolled into town.

I think Price had something
to do with the murder.

You say no to me?
Bring him in here, boys.

Are you right with God, General?

I will not be silenced!