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KATE:
Will!

I don't know what happened.
I fell asleep.

In the middle
of the afternoon?

Yeah, it was a busy night,
all right?

You're sure he's not here?

No. He never checked in.

WILL:
Maybe the stagecoach is late.

(Horses whinnying)

KATE:
All you told me was his name:
Albert Duquesne.

WILL:
Well, he's from St. Louis,

but I don't know
much more than that.

I mean, his telegrams didn't say
what it was about.

Just that he wanted to...

hire us.

(Panting)

Driver's dead.

Doesn't look good.

A woman. Shot dead.

Male passenger's dead too.

(Sighing)

He's wearing a wedding ring.

Here's his wallet.

Money's still inside.

A fair bit, too.
A man of means.

She's wearing a ring too.

And earrings.

Albert Duquesne.
From St. Louis.

KATE:
Clarissa Kovac.

Jefferson City, Missouri.

Doesn't sound like they were
travelling together.

It doesn't seem like
there was a robbery.

WILL:
Western Express's trunk's
still on the roof.

Padlock hasn't
been touched either.

So not robbery.
Then why are these people dead?

I don't know.

But I'll go tell Logan he's got
a murder to investigate.

What? This is ours.

How?

Albert Duquesne
hired us.

Albert Duquesne is dead.
Exactly.

Now we know
what the case is.

Logan will be happy to hear
he doesn't have to do anything.

I'll go wire
their families,

let them know
their loved ones are dead.

Tell them they need to come
collect the bodies too.

And answer some questions.

Go get the undertaker.

Nice purse.

You're a Pinkerton,
right?

That's right.

Sheriff Logan told me
to talk to you.

I'm Sam Duckworth.
Chester's brother.

And?

My brother Chester was driver
of the Western Express.

Oh.

Uh, well,
my condolences then.

Two whisky, please.

BARTENDER:
Yes, sir.

Chester and me,
we was bachelors.

He was my only kin.

Well, sorry to hear that.

Why would someone do this?

It's honestly too early
to tell.

And that poor couple.

Well, they weren't really
a couple, actually.

No?

No, they were from
different places.

So, what now?

Well, I guess
if we get any leads,

we'll let you know.

Where are you staying?

Mrs. McGarrigle's Rooming House
on Washington Street.

We'll be in touch then.

Much obliged.

Nothing seems to be missing,
far as I can tell.

I mean, my wife was
a meticulous packer.

Take your time, Mr. Kovac.

"Christopher" is fine.

You know, it's all such a--
Such a shock.

Clarissa...

Why don't you
have a seat.

Thank you.

(Sighing)

Do you have any idea
what happened?

We told you everything
we know.

But answering our questions
will help our investigation.

Of course.

Do you have any idea
who would want to kill Clarissa?

No one.

Clarissa got along
with everybody.

You know, friends,
family, colleagues.

Clarissa was lovely.

Colleagues?

Clarissa was the librarian

for the state
legislature.

And how about yourself?

My official title
is chief engineer

for the state of Missouri.

I oversee the construction
of all government buildings

and bridges
in the whole state.

You must travel a lot.

Yes. Too much.

Any children?
Three.

Oldest is 5.

Youngest is 3.

I mean, she doesn't even
understand

what happened to her mother.

Neither do I,
I guess.

Do you know where
was Clarissa travelling to?

She has an Aunt Tillie
out in Lawrence, Kansas.

She goes to see her
a couple times a year.

Oh, dear, I didn't even think
to tell her aunt what happened.

Do you know anyone
named Albert Duquesne?

Sorry, who?

Albert Duquesne.

He was the other passenger
in the stagecoach.

No.

Did your wife ever
mention anyone named Albert?

No.

Is it possible

that she could have known him
without you knowing?

We were very close.

If she knew him,
I would have heard his name.

Um...

that's not what I mean.

Oh.

No, that's impossible.

Not Clarissa.
Not in a million years.

Clarissa's ticket
wasn't for Lawrence, Kansas.

It was for Kansas City.

She was stopping here.

She wasn't going
to visit her aunt.

So who was she
visiting?

(Sighing)

I have five children.

With Albert gone,
what's to become of them?

KATE:
Mrs. Duquesne...

How on earth
will I manage on my own?

Do you have children?

No, I don't.

That's probably good.

Beg your pardon?

A woman detective?

Hardly seems appropriate
for raising children.

And, uh, what about Albert?
What does he do for work?

He was the federal
prosecutor

for the Eastern District
of Missouri.

So he would have handled
some high-profile cases then.

Of course.

Put away a lot
of nasty people?

Yes, thankfully.

Was your husband
ever subject

to threats of intimidation
or retribution?

Albert was a stickler
for confidentiality.

He didn't talk much
about his work.

But I think I would have heard
if someone was threatening him.

Do you have any idea what he was
doing coming to Kansas City?

Something to do
with a case.

I'm not sure.

Which case?

I don't know
the particulars.

Do you know a Christopher
or Clarissa Kovac?

No.

Of Jefferson City?

Then certainly not.
I've only been there once.

Was that the woman
who was in the stagecoach?

What about Albert?

Could he have known her?

Maybe. I doubt it.

Why do you doubt it?

He never mentioned her.

Now if you don't mind,
Mrs. Warne,

I have some questions
of my own.

Was there any evidence?
Do you have any witnesses?

No. No witnesses,

and not much evidence.
Whiskey.

Just pointless questions?

Christopher Kovac's wife,
Clarissa,

was killed alongside
your husband.

That's why we're asking
these questions.

They both had tickets from
Jefferson City to Kansas City.

We were just wondering if they
were travelling together.

Sounds like a coincidence
to me.

Christopher Kovac,
this is Diana Duquesne.

CHRISTOPHER:
Mrs. Duquesne.

You have my deepest
sympathies.

Thank you, Mr. Kovac.

Mr. Kovac,
is there any chance

your wife was involved
in a legal matter?

A witness? Suspect?

No.
And you're sure?

Could you maybe not
have known about it?

I wouldn't think so.

Thank you.

Well, have a safe journey
back to St. Louis.

I wish you Godspeed,
Mr. Kovac.

Nice man.

And no, I've never
seen him before.

Do you have
any more questions?

Because I'd love
to rest.

Thank you.

Christopher Kovac
is lying.

Yeah, I think so.

I know so.

He said: "Have a good trip
back to St. Louis."

We never mentioned where
Albert and Diana were from.

You're sure?
I'm sure.

So, what are we thinking?

That Albert and Christopher's
wife, Clarissa, were...

you know, and Christopher
discovered this and killed them?

Then why did Albert
contact us?

Maybe Albert and Clarissa
feared for their lives,

so they hired us to help.

Or maybe Albert was coming
to see us about another matter,

and he brought
his mistress with him.

And that was Christopher's
opportunity to kill them.

(Sighing)

We agree that Diana
seems to be hiding something.

Maybe-- Maybe she's behind
the murders.

She hired someone?

Or convinced Christopher.

Or they hired someone.

The one that we know for sure
is lying is Christopher.

He'll recognize us.
Let's have John follow him.

(Knocking at door)

John, any news?

Christopher Kovac snuck out
of his hotel room

and knocked
on Diana Duquesne's door.

She let him in.

(Sighing)

The conspirators
are meeting.

Let's join them.

Uh, what about him?

I guess we have to.

Will.
I heard you.

Let's go.

(Sighing)

(Groaning)

Whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait.

Excuse me.

Will, you are not
just barging in there.

Two killers conspiring?
Yes, I am.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This might be easier
on the shoulder.

Got them from Annalee.

(Both gasping)

Get dressed.
Both of you are under arrest.

So we agree then.

Albert and Clarissa were
on their way to Kansas City

because they suspected
that Diana and Christopher

were having an affair.

Diana and Christopher kill them,
or have them killed.

Or Albert and Clarissa
were coming to talk to us,

because they thought that
Diana and Christopher

were going
to kill them.

But why hire us? Why not go
to the police in St. Louis?

Or hire Pinkertons
in St. Louis.

There's very good
agents there.

Bingman, Ames.

Maybe they wanted agents
in another city

to be discreet,
infidelity and all.

So how do you want
to do this?

You want to split up,
then split them up?

Sure.
Good.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, pardon me.

You're the Pinkertons, yes?

I gathered same

from the descriptions I received
in response to my inquiries.

But if you're not
the Pinkertons--

No, we're the Pinkertons.
How can we help you, Mr...?

Hezekiel Wyeth.

Will Pinkerton.
This is Mrs. Kate Warne.

I've been sent by my
superior, Mr. Arthur Lintel,

of the Mutual of Illinois
Insurance Company.

May I join you
for a moment?

Sure.

Oh.

Apologies.

It's about the stagecoach
incident.

There have been many holdups

on the Western Express routes
of late,

particularly in Missouri.

Quite uncivilized here.

Folks are reluctant
to take the stagecoaches.

The Western Express
persuaded

the Mutual of Illinois
Insurance Company

to offer generous property and
life insurance to passengers,

and almost immediately
three people are dead.

It's tragic.

Yes, tragic for our company.

Mr. Lintel is very concerned.

Well, you can tell
Mr. Lintel

that we'll have
some good news for him.

How?

Well, it turns out that he might
not have to pay out

to either two families,

since they were possibly
murdered by their spouses.

What?
Confidentially, Will?

HEZEKIEL:
Oh, that is good news.

Well, not for the, uh--

But, you know, for the Mutual
of Illinois Insurance Company.

Though you'll still have
to pay out Sam Duckworth.

Who is?

Chester's brother,
the stagecoach driver.

Where can I find
Mr. Duckworth?

Mrs. McGarrigle's Rooming House.
Washington Street.

Thank you so much.

I almost forgot.

What about property?

Anything missing?

Uh, nothing appears
to have been stolen.

Oh, most providential.

But should anyone
be missing something,

I'd like to try to solve it
on the quiet.

So please let me know.

Of course.
Now, if you'll excuse us,

we have to go.

I'll be here a few days.

That's nice.

What a weird fella.

CHRISTOPHER:
I didn't kill
Clarissa and Albert.

WILL:
But you hired someone.

CHRISTOPHER:
No!

WILL:
But you are having
an affair with Diana, right?

And your wife knew.

Yes.

I was trying to figure out what
to do about the whole thing--

So you killed her.
No!

I loved Clarissa.

Loved?
Loved.

You loved her so much that you
took up with another woman.

I had nothing to do
with Albert's murder.

And why should I
believe you?

You've already lied to us
about knowing Christopher Kovac.

That is a private matter.

But I am innocent
of murder.

Your husband was with
your paramour's wife.

They were coming to talk to us.
But I didn't know that.

But you knew he was coming
to talk to the Pinkertons.

About a case.
That's hard to believe, Diana.

No, it isn't.

It's obvious.

If Albert was coming here
to talk to you

about my involvement
with Christopher,

do you really think
he's going to tell me?

Christopher,
you knew exactly

who your wife
was travelling with.
No.

And you knew
where she was going.

No. I already told you,

Clarissa said she was going
to her aunt's.

Really?

Really.

Clarissa never lied.

I did.

So then who killed them?
Christopher?

Did he hire someone?

Oh, Christopher couldn't
kill a fly,

and I don't think
he hired anyone either.

If you knew him,
it's unimaginable.

Once the affair got started,
I couldn't get out of it.

Diana can be mesmerizing,

and I was weak.

And in an unhappy
marriage.

Oh, not at all.
Clarissa and I were very happy.

Okay, again...

you love your wife,
you're in a happy marriage.

I'm just not following,
is all.

Diana kept pursuing me.
You know, bothering me.

She became obsessed.

Christopher was all over me.

Writing me letters,
sending me flowers.

Poems.

Have you ever read a poem
written by an engineer?

I told him to stop.
He wouldn't.

Why didn't you tell
your husband?

I thought it was trivial.
Then Christopher compromised me.

He told me
he would tell Albert

that Christopher and I
were lovers,

So Christopher continued
to hold a threat over you?

To tell your husband that
you were romantically involved

outside of your marriage?

Yes.

I couldn't say no.

Sure, you could.

"No" is a very easy word
to say.

I guess I liked
the attention.

(Sighing)

Okay.

So, when do you think
Clarissa found out?

I suspect she knew
from the beginning,

but she never
said a word.

Albert must have convinced her
to come talk to you.

Did you ever meet him?

No. And I had no reason
to kill him either.

Maybe Diana had a reason
to kill him.

She adored Albert.

I once asked her to leave him,
you know, to be with me?

And she laughed.

Okay, so your lover
adores Albert,

laughs at you,
and you still stay with her?

(Laughing):
Well, she is very exciting.

And I think she likes
that she can boss me around.

(Sighing)

But your husband's dead now.

Christopher's threat
holds no power.

Why were you with him
last night?

Now I've fallen
in love with him.

Are you making this up
as you go?

I beg your pardon?
Your story makes no sense.

Shouldn't you be out there
looking for my husband's killer,

rather than going after
two grieving, innocent people?

Albert always said

the police would sooner
sit in a warm place

than think about
what actually happened

and look for real
evidence.

But we're not
the police.

We're Pinkertons.

So rest assured,
we will get our man.

Or woman.

(Sighing)

Look, the two of you have
already cost me a lot of sleep,

so why don't you just
cough it up!

I swear I didn't
kill them.

I never killed anyone.

I don't even like to hunt.

(Sighing)

(Knocking)

One second.

We received a telegraph
from Jefferson City.

Whatever you're about
to tell me,

I'm going to shake my head
like it's very grave news, okay?

When Albert Duquesne
and Clarissa Kovac were killed,

Christopher Kovac
was at work in Jefferson City.

(Sighing)

Could've hired someone.
No.

Mr. Kovac's bank reports
no unusual withdrawals.

By the way, it ain't easy
convincing a bank manager

that a black man works on behalf
of the Pinkertons.

Well, I appreciate it.

Is he looking nervous?

JOHN:
Yeah.

Do me a favour.

Go to Kate, give her a chance
to shake her head too.

I'm sorry, Christopher,

but I have some very
tough news.

It doesn't look like
it was you,

but it does look like
it was Diana.

What?

Anything you need,
you just ask.

Thanks.

(Door closing)

You better give me
something,

Christopher's talking up
a storm.

What do you mean?

Well, he says
that you hired someone

to kill your husband
and Clarissa.

Well, he's lying.

Fine. He's lying.

You can tell that
to the judge.

But it would be better

if you gave us something
we could work with now.

I don't have anything
to tell you.

One of you killed
Albert and Clarissa.

Who was it?
You or Christopher?

Neither.
Well, someone killed them.

I keep telling you,

it probably has something to do
with one of Albert's cases.

But you won't say which one.
I don't know.

Ask his office.

They're not going to share an
ongoing investigation with me.

They don't care
about you or us.

They have bigger fish to fry.

So who was it?
You or Christopher?

How is that possible?
We found a witness.

Who?
And I'm worried

that she's just going
to dump it all on you.

What?
Think about it.

She'll blame you.

She'll say that you
put her up to the murders.

She's a woman.

She'll cry up a storm.
Blame the man.

Judges love
that kind of stuff.

And let's be honest,

she's a prosecutor's wife.

I mean, the judge is going
to be looking to blame somebody.

That's not fair.

I know.

So if I were you, I would come
out of my corner swinging.

How?

Did she ever talk to you about
killing Albert and Clarissa?

I told you,
she loved her husband.

She never even talked
about leaving him.

I don't believe
your witness.

I don't believe you at all.

Maybe it had something
to do with this.

I know Albert was working on
a secret grand jury indictment

of a congressman.
Which congressman?

I'm sworn to secrecy.

Diana, which congressman?

Robert Fenwick.

Why?
Fenwick was taking bribes

from the Trans-Western
Railway

to help get their expansion
to the Pacific through Congress.

I really don't know
any more.

Who can I talk to?

I know Albert
was working closely

with a U.S. Marshall
named Purvis.

Joe Purvis?

KATE:
Three years ago I was on
the case of a U.S. congressman,

Steven Dufala, of Illinois.

He was under investigation for
taking bribes from the railroad.

Yeah, well,
there are more congressmen

on the take
from the railroad

than there are passengers
on the railroad.

Okay. Well, at the time,

a U.S. Marshall
named Joe Purvis,

he was transporting
my prime witness

against Dufala
back to Chicago.

There was an ambush.

Purvis took a shot to the leg
trying to protect his charge.

Those U.S. Marshalls
are tough hombres.

Lion hearts.

KATE: Except he passed out
from lack of blood,

and when they found him,
the witness was dead.

Well, win some, lose some.

I always suspected
Purvis killed my witness

on Dufala's behalf.

Something about him
just wasn't right.

Purvis put a bullet
in his own leg

to cover the fact
that he killed my witness.

Some lion heart.

KATE:
I pursued him for months.

I just could never prove it.

And now Robert Fenwick,

a congressman
of the state of Missouri,

is being investigated for taking
bribes from the same railroad.

And Joe Purvis is assisting
the federal prosecutor...

Albert Duquesne.

KATE:
Diana Duquesne said that Albert

was supposed to meet with Joe
the day after

he was supposed
to meet with us.

Presumably to discuss
the Congressman Fenwick matter.

And wouldn't you know it?
Albert Duquesne is dead.

That's a heck of a coincidence,
don't you think, Sheriff?

You're saying
a United States Marshall

murdered your witness
against Congressman Dufala

three years ago,

and then continued
his killing spree

by murdering Albert Duquesne,

the federal prosecutor for the
Eastern District of Missouri,

to protect yet another
corrupt congressman,

Robert Fenwick.

That is exactly what I'm saying.

That's exactly
what she's saying.

And after Duquesne,

this U.S. Marshall killed
Clarissa Kovac

and the stagecoach driver
to cover it all up?

Yes.
We don't know that for sure.

Speak for yourself.

HEZEKIEL:
Excuse me!

Mrs. Warne, Mr. Pinkerton,
Sheriff.

Not now, please.
My superior, Mr. Lintel,

would like to know
if you've had any success

with your murder
investigation.

We can't talk about
that right now.

What about any objects
that might have been stolen?

No one has reported
anything stolen, okay?

Mr. Lintel will be
very happy.

Many thanks.

Have a pleasant evening.

(Sighing)

Now, what was that about?

Insurance.
Bigger crime than bank robbery,

if you ask me.

But not bigger than
a congressman on the take, yes?

KATE:
We need you to bring in Purvis
for questioning.

(Laughing)

Well, Mrs. Warne,

I wish I could help you out.

Logan!

A mere sheriff
such as myself

has got to be
on awfully good terms

with the U.S. Marshall's office.

This is your chance
to bust open a conspiracy

that involves the railroad,

the U.S. Marshall's office,
and two congressmen.

Yes, and if that don't get me
killed, I don't know what will.

Albert made arrangements
with Will,

but probably to talk to me,

because I know all about
Joe Purvis.

Only Purvis
got to him first.

That's conjecture.
You don't know that for a fact.

Well, I don't, but...

But it's a hypothesis
we would like to pursue

by questioning Purvis.

What about the couple?

We'll make sure
they don't leave town.

KATE:
Just tell Purvis's superior

that a federal prosecutor
is dead,

and Joe was on the case.

Makes perfect sense to bring him
in for questioning.

We'll take all
the responsibility.

And you'll take all the credit.

Credit?

KATE:
Just give us Purvis.

We'll give you two congressmen
and a railroad.

Or we take the blame.

You can't lose.

Marshall Purvis,
this is Will Pinkerton,

and I believe you already know
Mrs. Warne.

Had I known this was going
to be another Pinkerton ambush,

I would've stayed
in Chicago.

Yes, well, I'll leave
you three to it then.

I do love
a good reunion.

At some point, Mrs. Warne,

you're just going to have
to admit you're sweet on me.

Why don't you tell us about
the case you were working on

with Albert Duquesne.

I'm not going to ruin
six months of investigative work

by sharing one iota
of evidence.

You want to know about it,

ask the United States
District Court

for the Eastern District
of Missouri.

Telegram from the United States
District Court

for the Eastern District
of Missouri,

authorizing you to reveal
everything you know.

Do they know
you're both corrupt?

Watch your mouth.

Go to hell.

Say that again.

Will.

Yeah, see, she likes men
that do exactly as she says.

That's why she doesn't
like me.

Guess she likes you.

Answer the question.
Remind me.

Well, I guess I was
talking too fast.

Tell us about the case you were
working on with Albert Duquesne.

(Sighing)

Right.

The Trans-Western Railway

has Congressman Fenwick
in their pocket.

Everyone knows it.
We were trying to prove it.

And?

And my job
was collecting evidence.

That's it.

Where were you on Monday?

Which Monday?

Five days ago Monday.

I was in Chicago,
interviewing someone.

Who?

Congressman Dufala.

Dufala?

Yeah. Just ask him.

Dufala, whom you murdered
a witness for three years ago?

Think about it.

Albert Duquesne sent me
to talk to Dufala,

because everyone knows
Dufala is corrupt.

And Dufala is trying
to straighten out his reputation

with the President

before the congressional
election in the fall.

You expect me to telegram Dufala
asking him where you were?

He'll tell me that you were
sitting in a church pew

on his lap.
When you were actually killing

Albert Duquesne
and Clarissa Kovac.

Does your father know
you're this stupid?

Or is that why he sent you

to work in the middle
of nowhere, with her?

KATE:
You are going to have to come up

with a better alibi
than a crooked congressman.

Dufala wants his job in Congress
more than anything,

and he was willing to give us
the dirt on Fenwick.

So ask Dufala where I was,
or don't.

I don't care
what the hell you do.

How did you come to work
for Albert Duquesne anyway?

That's simple.

He wanted the best, and he knew
I was incorruptible,

thanks to you.

You see, she went after me
with everything she had,

and she couldn't touch me.

Not a dent. Not a scratch.
Isn't that right?

It was a vendetta.

She was trying to carve out
a career for herself

at my expense.

Mind you, it's clearly
not working.

She's stuck here in Hog Hollow
with Junior.

Will.

There's one problem, Marshall.

Albert Duquesne was on his way
here to talk to us.

So clearly he had
his doubts about you.

Doubts about his wife.
That's why he was coming here.

He asked me,
and I told him

I thought you could handle
a domestic.

I was going to meet him here
the day after.

Any proof that you were
in Chicago with Dufala?

Any witnesses?

How about some proof
I was in Missouri?

How about some proof I shot
three people on a stagecoach?

Or am I asking too much?

Proof that you were in Chicago,
that's all I'm asking.

What about your wife?
Or do you even have one?

No. She put me off women.

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

You couldn't hang
a shirt.

...I'm going to nail you
for that witness

that you murdered
in Chicago.

(Laughing)

Now we're going down
memory lane.

See, I knew
that was coming.

Come on, Kate.

What else you got?

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

(Bell clanging)

Look at that.

Sam Duckworth
is trying to milk

the Mutual of Illinois
Insurance Company

for everything he can get.

Maybe he's met his match.

Two beer, please.

Look, Kate, respectfully,
I really think you're barking

up the wrong tree
with this Joe Purvis thing.

He's tough. It's just going
to take time.

Maybe he's innocent.
Maybe he's guilty.

I don't know. But you're not
going to crack him,

and you don't have enough
to charge him.

So maybe you should think
about another way

for us to get
the evidence we need.

No. I had him in my grip once;
he slipped out,

and now a federal
prosecutor is dead.

This time,
I'm not letting go.

What about
Diana and Christopher?

You don't really think
those lovebirds...

Oh, no, no, no.
Hang on.

You're always telling me
not to jump to judgment,

think about things
objectively,

to think about
every single...

What?
...possibility.

(Gasping softly)

Think about things
objectively.

Three people were murdered.

Why are we only looking
at two of the victims?

Yeah.

Chester Duckworth,
Sam's brother.

He was the stagecoach driver.

What if he was the intended
victim, not the other two?

Will, I mean, we already have a
federal prosecutor assassinated

and a U.S. Marshall
on the ropes.

On the ropes?
Kate, you're not even close.

Look, you're always telling me
don't fall in love

with your own theory.

So don't.

Order me something, okay?

Anything but the succotash.

Gentlemen,
how about some beer?

I don't drink.
Oh.

And Mr. Duckworth here

needs to think about
my final offer.

Good afternoon.

What's with him?

He's a cow turd in a suit.

(Laughing)

Sam, I need to ask you
a question.

Did Chester
have any enemies?

Yeah. Everyone who knew him.

Huh. You don't say.

I loved my brother,
but most people didn't.

And why not?

He was a hard ass.
Everyone said so.

Even Ma.

And why is that?

He drank.

He thought people were always
out to get him.

Cheated at cards,
treated women like dirt.

Hated blacks, Catholics,
Indians, Canadians.

Always got in
the first punch.

Okay, I think I get
the picture.

He took care
of his horses, though.

He sure loved them horses.

Thanks, Sam. Drink up.

Excuse me.

Pinkerton business.

Need to check
the stagecoach.

Go ahead.

(Sighing)

Straw.

MAN:
What?

Why is there straw
on the bottom of the stagecoach?

They're not feeding
team horses straw, are they?

No. You don't feed
working horses straw,

especially in the winter.

So why is there straw?

It's empty.
Ah, ah, ah.

Except for a little bit
of straw.

So?
So from what a teamster
just told me,

drivers use these boxes
to smuggle things.

But what was being smuggled,
and where is it now?

Maybe Albert Duquesne
was using this

to smuggle documents
that he wanted to show me.

Joe Purvis held a gun
to his head.

He gave them the documents,
but Joe shot him anyway.

You have no way of proving that.
It makes sense.

If you're obsessed
with Joe Purvis,

yes, it makes sense.

Who's been looking
for something?

Asking if anything's missing?

The insurance adjuster.
Hezekiel Wyeth.

Right. Maybe the reason he keeps
asking if anything's missing

is because he's the one
who's missing it.

He's looking for something
legitimate that's missing.

Maybe, or maybe not.

How do we even know if he's
really an insurance adjuster?

Good point.

Thanks. Go speak to him?

Yeah.

Mr. Wyeth?
It's the Pinkertons.

We have a few questions
for you.

Ha-ha! My time to shine.

Whoa!

Why is Sam Duckworth dead
in Hezekiel's room?

What are we missing?

Straw.

So something was wrapped in felt
inside this box with straw,

and the box was open
on the coach.

But what was in the box?

Kate, it wouldn't still be here.
This is why Sam's dead.

Maybe not.

Will.

Look.

A Philadelphia special.

There's thousands
of those things.

Why would you kill three--
Well, four people,

over such a common gun?

I mean, if that's
what happened.

Take a closer look.

WILL:
Seven-groove rifling pattern.

That's normal.

Wood grain stock.

Silver inlay.

This is a wealthy man's gun.

Yes, but what do you make
of the defects on the barrel

and that small fracture
on the stock?

We have to find Hezekiel.

Damn right.

Hezekiel, stop!

Hezekiel Wyeth,
you are under arrest.

For what?
For the murder of Sam Duckworth.

I didn't murder anyone.

Yes, you did.
Ma'am, what proof do you have?

He's lying dead in your hotel
room with a knife in his chest.

So? It's not my knife.
It's his.

And how do you know
it's his knife?

Because he tried
to kill me with it.

It was self-defence
on my part.

What provoked the attack?

He...

I paid him handsomely
on a private matter,

but he tried to cheat me.

(Sighing)

I demanded my money back.
He refused, and came at me.

I've done nothing wrong.

You came here looking
for a very valuable gun.

WILL:
But you could tell it
was a fake, right?

All right.
Any fool could tell.

The barrel defects
are in the wrong spot.

And the crack
in the stock

from when the gun was dropped
is in the wrong place too.

KATE:
You were hoping to buy the gun

that John Wilkes Booth used
to shoot Lincoln.

Isn't that right?

I already have the knife
that killed Julius Caesar,

the gun that killed
Chief Pontiac,

and the rifle that killed
Peter III of Russia.

But the gun that killed
Abraham Lincoln

would be the greatest prize
of all.

Of course.

When you realized that you had
been sold a fake,

and Sam intended on keeping
your money, you killed him.

No. I told you,
it was self-defence.

That's going to be hard
to prove.

I don't think so.

After all, Sam Duckworth
killed his own brother

and two strangers
for that fake.

How do you know
that Sam killed them?

He told me.

Sam and Chester
used the stagecoach

to smuggle all sorts
of things on a regular basis.

But Chester wanted
to cut Sam out

when he heard how much money
the gun was worth.

So Sam killed him
and took it.

You set in motion a plot

that led to the death
of four people.

Whether or not your self-defence
story is true,

the law is going
to have to deal with you.

So, do we tell
your superior,

Mr. Lintel of the Mutual
of Illinois Insurance Company,

that you're under arrest,

or do you not
actually work for them?

No, I don't work
for them.

I own the Mutual of Illinois
Insurance Company.

I am Arthur Lintel!

Uh-huh.

HEZEKIEL:
And I have the very best
lawyers!

WILL:
Yeah, well, the government's
got some pretty good ones too,

so it should be fun
to watch.

KATE:
Mr. Purvis.

I don't suppose
you came to apologize.

You didn't kill those people
on the stagecoach,

but you did kill
that witness in Chicago.

You are obsessed.

Seems to be
the consensus.

I will get you
next time.

Can't wait.

Junior.

Peckerwood.

What a horse's ass.

Mrs. Warne,

if we're very lucky,

we may never
see each other again.

(Kate sighing)

I'll see him again.

Goodbye, Mrs. Warne.
Mr. Pinkerton.

Thank you
for your efforts.

We're sorry you had to endure
such difficult interviews.

We just had to be sure that you
both were really innocent.

We're just glad
it all got sorted out.

Now we have ourselves
to sort out.

Good luck.

(Whip cracking)
(Horses whinnying)

(Sighing)

Thankfully that case
is over.

Why? We were doing
such a wonderful job.

We accused them wrongfully
of murder.

And then we...

I wrongfully accused
Joe Purvis.

This time.

The only reason
that we solved this case

is because Sam Duckworth
and Hezekiel Wyeth

had a falling out.

Beer?

Beer.

ANNOUNCER:
Next week, on The Pinkertons...

What's your brother Robert
doing in Kansas City?

My own brother gets to grill me
on how I do my job?

I like to be thorough with my
reviews. It's all very routine.

Robert's got something
up his sleeve,

and I'm going to find out
what that is.

I feel like
I've betrayed you.

If you are here
trying to tear them down,

I can assure you I'm not going
to help you do it.

Tell me what you're really
doing in Kansas City.