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(Horses whinnying, dog barking)

Not there, Annabelle.

It's Annalee.

Uh... hmm.

I'm still not sure.

What do you think, Dolores?

The seating arrangements have already been determined

by Mr. Hufnagle. (Chuckling)

Phineas needs to loosen his ascot a touch.

Philanthropy is contagious!

The charitable urge spreads faster

when donors are free to mingle.

You entertain some pretty theories, Audrey,

but I've been organizing charity luncheons

for three years running.

Ignore the seating arrangements and dinner erupts into chaos.

Still, what if Annabelle were to move the head table...

here?

DOLORES, (Sighing): Fine.

You won't mind if I retire to my room now?

That's fine.

You should feel honoured to sit for this portrait, Freddy.

Not many children have a statue forged in their likeness.

Freddy?

How far is the pond?

Too far for a boy in the dark of night.

Come, sit down, Freddy.

When can we go skating? You promised.

Patience, child.

The sooner you sit back down,

the sooner the portrait will be finished.

Yes, Mr. Hufnagle.

(Sighing)

I don't see the silver napkin rings,

Mrs. Bismark.

Are you sure?

They should be engraved with an "HA",

for Hufnagle Academy. That's the name--

Of the orphanage. Yes, ma'am.

But it doesn't matter how they're engraved,

they are not here.

Hmm.

Dolores was supposed to pack them.

Perhaps they're upstairs in her room?

I'll ask her in the morning.

And I'll get all your napkins situated

before any of your...

Or else I'll do it right now.

Thank you, Annabelle.

It's Annalee.

Ohh...

(Sighing)

Dolores?

(Sighing)

Dolores? Ms. Taft?!

Oh, God!

Will! Will Pinkerton!

Get up!

WILL: It better be good!

Or else, really bad.

I'd say really bad.

ANNALEE: Poor woman.

Why would anyone want to kill Dolores?

AUDREY: Annalee?

Did you find those napkin rings?

Dear God.

Dolores!

What happened?

Her throat was cut.

Why is this man in Dolores' room?

It's okay. I'm a detective.

William Pinkerton.

My stars.

Annalee, would you go wake up Sheriff Logan for me?

AUDREY: Sheriff Logan?

I've heard less than glowing praise.

Logan's not perfect, but he's all we've got, ma'am.

Not all.

I've heard the Pinkertons have a reputation for getting results.

Was she a friend of yours?

I worked with Dolores.

I'm Audrey Bismark.

And I'd like to hire you to find her killer.

The Endowment will soon break ground on a new orphanage

in my native St. Louis.

As a widow of independent means, I was eager to help.

So, you volunteer. What about Dolores?

A paid employee.

She assisted Phineas.

Hufnagle?

Of the Lancashire Hufnagles?

Oh right, the, uh, Lancashire Hufnagles...

How well do you know Phineas?

Well, all one needs to know about Phineas

can be gleaned from the society pages.

Please, give us the condensed version.

Uh... the sons of rich industrialists

suffer from lack of purpose,

which they attempt to cure through philanthropy.

Phineas is the face of the charity.

There are far worse ways a rich young man

could squander his privilege.

Well, Dolores was robbed.

Do you think, perhaps, it could have been--

A random theft?

No, I suspect something more sinister.

I have heard whispers of financial impropriety.

I dismissed it as ugly rumour.

But now, Dolores is dead and...

Our condolences, Mrs. Bismark.

Call me Audrey, please?

One caveat.

I must demand discretion.

We cannot scare off donors.

So many orphans are in need of a loving home.

Discretion is best maintained by working undercover.

Undercover?

You mean using costumes?

Disguises, yes.

How exciting! And dangerous.

How can I help?

Well, you could leave us be to plan our strategy,

Mrs. Bismark.

Of course. I'll see you soon.

(Sighing)

So, tell me about the body.

Was a nasty slash on her neck.

It was an irregular cut, so I'm thinking

it was a heavy blade. Crime of passion?

Hard to tell.

Well, with two charity events this week,

Phineas will need a new assistant.

I'll take that job.

Okay, I'll work the charity crowd.

Pose as a wealthy cattle rancher with a dark secret.

Why a dark secret?

For authenticity.

No dark secret.

Oh, come on!

(In Irish accent) Oi, can I at least speak

in an Irish accent? No.

(In Australian accent) G'day, mate. How 'bout Australian?

No.

(In Scottish accent) Hey, little lass,

it's got to be Scottish then for you.

You sound like your father.

Phineas? Meet Molly Meeks,

your new secretary.

It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Hufnagle.

AUDREY: Don't look so surprised, Phineas.

You need an assistant.

I have it on good authority that Miss Meeks is top notch.

Really, Audrey?

Dolores is barely cold,

and you've already replaced her?

At this point, I'm not even sure

if the fundraising events should go on.

They must go on. They simply must.

Dolores would want it this way.

That's an exquisite drawing, Mr. Hufnagle.

Although, I must say, you're far more handsome than that.

You're very kind, Ms. Meeks.

It's for a statue to be erected at our St. Louis chapter.

But in light of this vicious act,

it all seems irrelevant.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

But dare I say, I agree with Mrs. Bismark.

You must think of the children.

You have children, Ms. Meeks?

Sadly, no.

Dolores was barren too.

In fact, childless women are ideal for this position.

Their unrealized biological destiny makes them work harder

to compensate for their lack of purpose.

I... couldn't agree me.

Well, you can start immediately.

Come upstairs with me.

(Sighing)

(Giggling)

KATE: Uh...

A child!

How delightful.

An orphaned child, no less.

Freddy has been fundraising for the orphanages

for the past three years.

Uh, Freddy?

Ms. Meeks will be your new chaperone.

He is aware of Dolores passing on,

but we spared him the gory details surrounding her death.

Of course. What should I do--

Get him dressed for the luncheon.

It's in an hour.

(Sighing)

(Violin playing)

It will be the biggest orphanage we've built.

I think we'll be able to house

as many as a hundred children.

(Patrons chattering, violin continues playing)

The jeweller would like us to choose

something for this Friday's raffle.

I don't know, Miss Meeks? Anything catch your fancy?

Umm, the...

jade bracelet?

I think we'll take the gold brooch.

(Patrons applauding)

Thank you for attending this Hufnagle committee luncheon.

All donations collected today will help build

our new orphanage in St. Louis.

The need for such an establishment is dire.

Recently, our tireless workers

rescued seven precious angels

from a Hillsboro lumber mill

where they were being exploited as slave labour.

(In Southern accent) Montgomery Forbes, cattle rancher.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Bert Farley, Farley Fencing Supply.

The pleasure is mine.

AUDREY: And now,

I give you the great man himself,

Mr. Phineas Hufnagle.

(All applauding)

(Clearing throat) Thank you.

But I am not the one who deserves your applause.

Let me introduce to you Freddy Sikes.

Orphaned by his father, viciously beaten

by his mother--

(Audience gasping in horror)

PHINEAS: He arrived at our orphanage a broken child.

But now, he thrives, thanks to your generous donations.

But there are still so many children

that need your financial support.

MAN: Liar!

He'll steal your money,

while he stole my workers!

PHINEAS: Mr. Barth!

Your workers, sir, were children!

They're still my workers, you simpering fop!

I fed 'em,

I stabled 'em, and I want 'em back!

(Groaning in pain)

Someone had too much to drink now, didn't they?

You, my rambunctious friend, are leaving.

(Patrons applauding)

BERT: As I was saying,

you got your two-point barbs

and your four-point barbs. Four-point?

That's where my new "soft wire" comes into play.

Uh, Audrey!

Your recitation was inspiring.

As was your ousting of that ruffian, Monty.

Come walk with me?

Pardon me, Bert.

Is Bert Farley a suspect?

(In normal voice) Well, I reckon he could have bored Dolores to death.

But I'm more concerned about that angry fellow.

Silas Barth?

A coward and a bully.

I doubt he has the stomach for murder,

but one never knows.

Ah. I must say, Audrey,

you tackle charity work with admirable zeal.

(Audrey chuckling)

Not as zealously as you tackle that pudding, Phineas.

Your second helping?

No worries.

I'm sure Ms. Meeks has matters under control.

You'll record the totals?

KATE: Of course, Mrs. Bismark.

(In Southern accent) And who is this awkward little mouse?

AUDREY: Molly Meeks,

Mr. Hufnagle's new secretary.

This is Montgomery Forbes.

I am a wealthy cattle rancher, with a very dark--

Could you kindly move? You're blocking my light.

Are you a donor too, Ms. Meeks?

As a woman of modest means,

I serve through deeds rather than donation.

Anything to help our orphans.

Anything, you say? Uh-hmm.

Well, we are going to need some entertainment

at the gala, aren't we, Audrey?

AUDREY: Mm-hmm.

Can you sing?

Sing? No.

Ladies and gentlemen,

who'd like to hear Ms. Meeks sing a tune, hmm?

Come on, let me hear ya.

Sing. Sing.

ALL, CHANTING: Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

CROWD: Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

(Crowd cheering, applauding)

Sing! Sing! Sing!

(Applauding)

Jeff Davis was a hero bold

Ohh! You've heard of him, I know

He tried to make himself a king

Where southern breezes blow

But Uncle Sam, he laid the youth

Across his mighty knee

And spanked him well and that's the end

Of brave old Jeffy D!

Oh Jeffy D!

You flower of chivalry

Oh royal Jeffy D

Your empire's but a tin-clad skirt

Oh charming Jeffy D

(Patrons applauding, cheering) Whoo!

Bravo!

(Applauding continues)

(In normal voice) Oh, Kate.

Oh, what are you doing in here?!

What? I had to sneak in.

I couldn't let people see Monty Forbes

stealing into Molly Meeks' room.

Did you learn anything today?

Yes. I learned that you would go

to great lengths just to embarrass me.

Also, the Endowment rakes in huge sums of money.

And judging by the ledgers, I'd say that recordkeeping

is spotty at best. Phineas seems more concerned

about building a statue of himself than a charity.

Hmm, Audrey did mention financial impropriety.

I'll telegram Allan, see if he can find

any lawsuits or bankruptcies associated with the charity.

There's also that child slaver, who--

(Man screaming)

(Panting)

Help me!

(In Southern accent) Well, there's no sign of 'em.

Did you get a good look at 'em?

Unfortunately, no.

I was slumbering when he attacked.

He fled as I woke.

Ah, well, I'll send for the Sheriff then.

Uh, you stay here, and think intimidating thoughts.

Uh, no Sheriff, please.

But the law, sir--

Scandal mustn't overshadow the charity's efforts.

It's just a nosebleed. No Sheriff.

As you wish.

Mr. Hufnagle! What happened?

Just a... touch of hay fever.

In February?

Have you tallied yesterday's receipts?

Yes. Shall I summarize the totals for you?

Not necessary.

I trust you're on top of matters.

Might I say, Mr. Hufnagle,

while your trusting nature is admirable,

you really should know your charity's financial situ--

As my father can attest, Ms. Meeks,

I am hopeless when it comes to arithmetic.

I must say, Mrs. Bismark seems overly critical

of you at times.

I cannot abide gossip.

Has Audrey been speaking ill of me in my absence?

No, uh...

No, but I have noticed her curtness in your presence.

Yes, well, Audrey would love nothing more

than to run this charity.

And she'd do a bang-up job of it, but...

realistically, who are donors more likely to emulate?

The dashing heir to the Hufnagle fortune,

or... the lonely widow

who covets fame in the society pages?

Allan's response arrived this morning.

There have been complaints lodged against the Endowment.

Allegations of fund mismanagement,

but apparently, Dolores produced documents

clarifying their financial situation.

All of the charges were dropped.

Maybe she was covering up for Phineas?

And then he killed her to stop her from talking.

Why would he steal from his own charity?

His family's already obscenely wealthy.

Phineas seems, kind of... naive and pompous,

but I don't think he's a killer.

Well, Audrey has her doubts about him.

Well, I have my doubts about Audrey.

I mean, what do we know about her?

That she's paying us to solve the murder.

Wouldn't be the first time a killer tried to hide their guilt

under a cloak of indignation.

Yeah, that's true.

I'll talk to her. She's sweet on me.

Get her to talk about Phineas, and see where that leads.

Very well. I'll speak with the other donors,

see what they say about Mrs. Audrey Bismark.

Oh, I have the perfect guy for you.

He'll chat your ear off.

Bert Farley?

Farley Fencing Supply.

Molly Meeks. Thank you for meeting with me.

No trouble. I was--

Freddy!

Stop that!

MAN: Watch your backs, coming through.

I am so sorry.

What was it you wanted to see me about?

Oh, I, uh...

I have your receipt for your generous donation

to the Endowment.

I already received one. Mrs. Bismark insists

that we make doubly sure all of our contributors

are aptly recorded.

She's so dedicated to her work.

Truly an inspiring woman, don't you think?

A young lady like yourself would be wise

not to emulate someone like Ms. Bismark,

lest you scare off potential suitors.

Beg your pardon?

Men who get close to Audrey tend to marry her,

and then die shortly after.

She's gone through three wealthy husbands.

Three?

Funny how she doesn't mention them, isn't it?

Shortly after they marry her, they meet their demise.

Woman's a black widow.

Greedy as the day is long.

Freddy?

Thank you for your time.

Freddy!

(Crowd chattering)

Freddy!

Get away from him!

Freddy!

I asked you to stay close!

Can't you follow the simplest--

(Crying)

Freddy?

Freddy, it's okay. I'm not gonna hit you.

You're not?

No! Of course not.

A grown-up should never hurt a child.

I would never.

I was only worried because that man you were talking to,

he's a bad person.

He's not bad. He needs workers.

He wants to help me!

Silas Barth doesn't help children. He uses them.

I'm not a child.

I'm a man!

I know.

Let's get you a manly mug of cocoa.

Come on.

(Knocking at door)

Ah, Audrey. Good evening.

I'm not accustomed to meeting men

in hotel rooms, Mr. Pinkerton,

but your invitation intrigued me.

Have you found the murderer?

We have a couple of leads, but nothing solid yet.

Uh, please, come in.

May I offer you a glass of sherry?

Would it be scandalous if I said yes?

It'll be our little secret.

(Laughing)

I just thought we should get to know one another.

Must get lonely, being a widow.

Has it been long since your husband passed?

It's been two years since my husband passed,

God rest his soul.

My, what a lovely music box.

Came with the room.

Do you mind if I...?

Please.

(Crank clicking)

(Lullaby playing)

Shall we?

It'll be our secret.

Well, I must say, that Phineas seems a bit of a cad.

Is he difficult to work with?

Not more than any other man.

Appears to me that you do all the work,

while he hogs all the glory.

I'm not in it for the glory.

And despite his puffery, I'm sure Phineas isn't either.

He may preen like a buffoon, but he really is a good man.

Except...

Go on.

He's a bit of a bore.

Unlike yourself.

Tell me, what's it like being a Pinkerton agent?

Well, it's a long story.

Ooh!

(Kate sighing)

KATE: I felt so guilty.

When I scolded him, he cowered like a whipped hound.

Silas could have easily taken Freddy.

You did what any caring mother would.

Caring mother?

That's not what I signed up for.

(Sighing)

So, what did you find out about Audrey?

Just that she's a decent woman.

She refuses to speak ill of Phineas in any way.

I honestly don't think that she's involved

in anything questionable.

I fear her fawning may have clouded your judgment.

Bert Farley claims she's a gold-digging black widow.

What? Did she happen mention

that she's been widowed three times?

No. But why would she?

You never mention your late husband.

No. But if I had three of them,

I'm pretty sure one would come up in conversation occasionally.

I have my doubts about that.

I don't.

I find Audrey's reticence highly questionable.

Well, then, you can have a go at her yourself.

She's waiting in your room.

In my room?

Yeah. She's the one paying us, remember?

She wants an update on your meeting with Bert.

(Sighing)

Watch Freddy.

(Woman screaming) (Objects crashing)

AUDREY: But it's all I've got!

Please!

How much more could you possibly want?

Five hundred dollars and you'll never see my face again.

Release her or I will shoot you dead, I swear it.

Easy, Missy.

We was just having a conversation.

On the ground, now.

He was here to rob me.

Oh! (Gasping)

(Man groaning)

You okay?

Yeah.

William. Thank goodness. You saved me.

Will? Uh, excuse me.

And how are you doing?

I don't know why that animal targeted me.

Do you have any enemies, Audrey?

No. Everybody loves me.

Well, you do have your detractors, Mrs. Bismark.

Some claim that the deaths of your three wealthy husbands

were suspicious.

Your reluctance to speak of them further provokes mistrust.

My three wealthy husbands?

(Laughing)

My first husband was a prospector.

You've heard of the Missouri gold rush?

No?

Well, neither did anyone else. He never found a single nugget.

But I loved his crazy optimism.

He died in a mine collapse.

My second husband was a farmer.

We lived simply. Happily.

Until the drought hit and the bank foreclosed on the farm.

He hung himself.

My third husband was wealthy.

A steel magnate.

For a time I lived an extravagant life.

But I would give every cent we owned

to see him march back from the war alive.

So, no.

I don't like speaking about my husbands,

because I don't like having people staring at me

the way the two of you are right now.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Who told you about my husbands?

KATE: I can't disclose that.

It was Bert Farley, wasn't it?

Well, let me tell you about Mr. Bert Farley

and his ridiculous soft wire.

Mr. Farley donated money to the charity.

Made a big show of boasting about it.

Then a few days before the luncheon

he suddenly wanted it back.

We do not give refunds.

That money is meant for the children.

I trust you will wrap up this investigation soon.

Deputy?

(Sighing)

So Bert's got money troubles.

I gave him a receipt for his donation today.

It was for $500, the same amount the thug was demanding.

Coincidence?

Probably not.

But the thug's not talking.

Let's go have a chat with Bert.

Unhand my waffle furnace!

Scoundrel.

Miss Meeks.

Mr. Forbes.

Mr. Farley.

Your stable boy told us we could find you here.

(In Southern accent): What's the trouble, Bert?

These scoundrels are trying to abscond with my possessions.

This is a notice of foreclosure.

It seems that Mr. Farley here is bankrupt.

These debt collectors are shipping his possessions

off to Jefferson City for auction.

Miss Meeks, I need you to convince the charity

to refund my donation so I can stave off these vultures.

I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.

Please! (Gasping)

Aah! Aah!

Tell me, Bert, since you're so hard up for cash,

did you have anything to do with the attack on Audrey Bismark?

What do you care, Monty?

I've heard enough.

Come with us.

What is the meaning of this?!

WILL: We have someone we'd like you to meet.

This is an outrage!

Shut up.

He a friend of yours, Mr. Farley?

Certainly you don't think I would ever consort

with trash like that.

WILL (In normal voice): You know this man?

No, I don't know Bert Farley, the bankrupt barbed wire guy.

And I certainly don't know that he wanted his $500 back

so bad that he paid me to rough up that Audrey lady.

Deputy.

(Keys rattling)

You're under arrest for orchestrating the assault

on Audrey Bismark.

We also suspect you in the death of Dolores Taft,

and the subsequent attack of Phineas Hufnagle.

I was right here bucking the tiger the night Dolores died!

Bucking the-- Playing faro.

And losing miserably, I'll wager.

You hired Clem to attack Audrey.

You could have hired him to kill Dolores as well.

CLEM: Hold up now, Missy.

I was at the Buffalo Head that night,

availing myself of the charms of one Miss Dixie LaRue.

We'll have to confirm that with Miss LaRue.

I volunteer!

I bet you do.

Ugh!

Well, that's nice that Dixie was so forthcoming

about her details the night with Clem.

Yeah, I'm guessing details aren't the only thing

with which Miss LaRue is forthcoming.

The point is, I don't think that Bert's our killer.

No.

But the charity gala is tomorrow.

It'll be the last time we have all of the donors

in one place, so let's make a plan.

My plan is to be snoring in the next five minutes.

No, Will, we actually have to do--

Night, Kate.

(Sighing)

(Objects crashing and thumping)

Come on!

Mister?

What are you doing?

Hey, partner.

Are you ready to come and work with me?

I can't.

Miss Meeks says you're a bad man.

Well, why would she say a thing like that?

(Screaming)

(Grunting and screaming)

You stop right there.

(Freddy panting)

Take your hands off that boy.

Freddy!

Oh!

(Gun cocking)

(Both breathing heavily)

(Indistinct chattering) (Music playing)

WILL (In Southern accent): I do hope you'll be favouring us

with another one of your jaunty melodies tonight, Miss Meeks.

KATE: Oh, I think not, Mr. Forbes.

Is he bothering you?

As a matter of fact, he is.

Would you like to help me get back at him?

(Music ends) (Patrons applauding)

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement.

If you donate $5,

Mr. Montgomery Forbes will perform his...

Fancy Lad jig.

(All applauding)

FREDDY (Chanting): Monty! Monty! Monty!

Monty! Monty! Monty!

ALL: Monty! Monty! Monty!

I don't know the Fancy Lad jig.

Improvise.

(Bluegrass music playing)

(Patrons laughing)

(Rhythmic clapping)

Whoa! AUDIENCE: Oh!

Freddy, what is it?

I have something for you.

What could you possibly have?

Just close your eyes and give me your hand.

You can open them now.

Do you like it?

Where did you get this?

I bought it.

It's beautiful. How did you pay for this?

With money.

Freddy, did you steal this?

No! I bought it fair and square.

Let's see what the jeweller has to say about that.

Mr. Stanwell, Freddy has something

he'd like to say to you.

Best get your apology ready.

I didn't steal it, you stupid lady!

Freddy!

(Sighing)

I'd like to return this.

You don't like it?

Oh, the lad was so excited about giving it to you.

But...I thought he stole this.

No, he paid for it fair and square.

Oh, he was so proud,

standing there sorting out the bills.

(In Southern accent): What appears to be the trouble, Miss Meeks.

He ran upstairs. I accused him of stealing.

(In normal voice) You what?

He gave me this.

How else could he afford it?

Well, let's go ask him.

Freddy?

(Sighing): I'll go check outside.

You wait here in case he comes back.

(In Southern accent): Freddy!

Hey!

(Grunting)

Where do you think you're going, kid?

Let me go! I'm not a kid.

Let me go!

(Grunting)

(Sobbing)

(Sighing)

(Blowing nose)

(Chuckling)

You going to tell everybody I was crying?

I'll tell them the truth.

That you fought like bobcat till I cried uncle.

Let's go.

(Sighing): Come on.

Has he said anything yet? Not a word.

You really think he's the killer?

The skate matches the murder weapon perfectly.

The money he used to buy the bracelet

must have come from Dolores' purse.

(Sighing)

So I guess we got to turn him in to the sheriff, then.

We can't throw him in jail

without understanding how this happened.

He killed her and then stole her money.

That's how this happened.

I think it goes deeper than that.

Look.

Dolores' coat. So?

We searched through all of her things. There was nothing.

Well, we didn't look hard enough.

In the lining.

Holy cow.

Yeah.

There's thousands here.

And this isn't the only piece of her wardrobe

lined with money.

Dolores was embezzling from the charity.

(Sighing)

And look at this.

Freddy...

is this yours?

Freddy, was Dolores your mother?

I'm trying to help you, Freddy.

She made me promise never to tell.

Do you know about this money inside this coat?

She promised when she had enough she'd buy us a home.

With a pond.

And we wouldn't have to work for Mr. Phineas no more.

What happened that night, Freddy?

She said I was too growed up.

That folks only give money to little kids.

She said she found a new little boy,

and she was going to send me to the orphanage.

So I said, "I hate you."

And she started to hit me again.

What'd you do then, Freddy?

I tried to stop her.

I took my skate and I swung it.

But then the blood came out and she fell down.

Thought you'd be a little bit happier

about getting the charity's money back, Mr. Hufnagle.

I feel like a fool.

I've been so blind.

I had no idea Dolores was stealing from us,

or that she was Freddy's mother.

Or that the two of you are Pinkerton agents.

I apologize, Mrs. Warne,

for giving you the menial task of caring for Freddy.

Oh, I'd hardly call it menial.

It gave me a newfound respect for mothers.

Well, some mothers don't deserve respect.

You saw Freddy's scars. Dolores was vicious.

At any rate, I don't blame the boy for lashing out.

Oh, that's fortunate,

because it turns out that Freddy's the one

who slugged you in the nose that night.

He thought you were colluding with Dolores

to send him to the orphanage.

I confess, we did discuss sending Freddy to the orphanage.

But I honestly thought he was weary of fundraising

and would welcome the change.

At any rate, I have no desire

to press charges against the boy.

He's been through enough.

That's very kind of you.

Freddy will always have a place at Hufnagle Academy.

You should visit sometime.

I think I'll pass.

This is the first time I've ever wished

we hadn't found the killer.

I doubt it will go to trial.

He's a child. He was acting in self-defence.

Even if he doesn't go to jail,

he'll still going to end up in the orphanage.

That's not what he wants. Our hands are tied.

There's got to be something else we can do.

Now promise me you'll give you it a try, okay?

Who knows? Maybe you'll like it at the orphanage.

Be a lot of other children there.

(Sighing)

Just...be brave. Okay, Freddy?

You're a man now.

You're the one who told me that, remember?

Freddy.

Are you ready to go?

Is the orphanage far away?

Actually...

I was hoping you would come home with me.

To St. Louis.

What did you do?

I have a barn full of horses,

and a pond teeming with tadpoles,

but not a single child to explore them.

What do you think?

You have a pond?

Mm-hmm.

WILL (In Southern accent): My dear Audrey.

I thank you.

Thank you for convincing me, Monty.

Can you tell me a story?

A story?

I suppose so.

There once was a prospector

who fell in love with a beautiful woman

named Audrey.

(Sighing)

Is this a love story?

Yes, it is.

Audrey and the prospector lived in a mining camp...

WILL: Next week on The Pinkertons...

MAN: There have been many hold-ups

on the Western Express routes of late.

Quite uncivilized here.

I swear I didn't kill them.

KATE: One of you killed Albert and Clarissa.

- Who was it? You or Christopher? - Neither!

- Ezekiel, stop! - KATE: We already have

a US Marshal on the ropes.

Not only am I going to hang this triple murder on you...

Got any other murders you want to pile on my shoulders?