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(Ragtime piano music playing)

(Sighing)

(Laughing)

You're not exhuming bodies
again, are you?

No.

I found a deer carcass
on the farm.

Prefect opportunity
to study maggot growth rate.

Yeah, sounds perfect.

Except why the hell
would you do that?

The age of maggots
is determined by the size

and number of breathing holes,
and variances in temperature.

It gives us an estimate

of when the first blowflies laid
their eggs, or baby maggots,

on the body.

Hence, the time of death
of the victim.

In this case,
it was five or six days.

And why are you tinkering
around with insects, anyway?

We have no cases.

Why don't you just try
to enjoy your spare time?

I don't do well
with spare time.

Maybe if you slowed
your mind down once in a while.

You know, go for a long walk,
learn an instrument.

I think I can see you
with a bugle.

Excuse me.
Going somewhere?

Yeah, I'm taking Diana from
the Records Office out dancing.

Oh, another budding romance.

Well, let's just call it an
excellent use of my spare time.

Except I think Diana's
going to have to wait

to another night.

What is your brother Robert
doing in Kansas City?

Will, Mrs. Warne.

So good to see you.

Is it...?

You're looking hale and hearty,
William.

Uh, yeah.
Thanks, Robert.

And you're looking...
like you.

You're probably wondering what
I'm doing here in Kansas City.

We are.
I've been charged

with undertaking the annual
field office reviews this year.

Wait, you're telling me
my own brother

gets to grill me
on how I do my job?

There will be
no grilling, Will.

It's all very routine and,
as I have discovered,

somewhat stultifying.

Maybe you could use a drink.
I know I could.

Another time.

I'm for the pillow, and we all
have a busy day tomorrow.

Good night, Robert.

Good night,
Mrs. Warne. Will.

I don't get it.

George Bangs always
conducts the reviews

as Allan's right-hand man.

You're right,
it's very odd.

But, you know, he is my brother.
Maybe he'll go easy on us.

You think so?

George Bangs is tough
but fair.

Your brother, on the other hand,
he doesn't care for me at all.

He seemed like a perfect
gentleman right now.

He didn't even mention that
you look like a dirt farmer.

Will, I'm telling you,
something's up.

This won't be routine.

(Groaning)

You look unwell.

Can't tell if it's the ox cheeks
or you talking about maggots.

What is all this?

These are all the case files
I've sent to the Chicago office.

You are really worried
about this review.

I'm worried that it's
your brother is doing them.

Well, don't. He's just toadying
to the old man--

(Kate clearing throat)
William.

Mrs. Warne,
you look... cleaner.

Thank you. Why isn't George
Bangs conducting this reviews?

Gout. Can barely make it
to the privy, let alone travel.

So I badgered
and cajoled Father

into allowing me
to do the reviews.

He can be endlessly stubborn,
as you know.

Well, that'll never change.

In many ways, our father
is an immovable object,

don't you think?

I do.

(Door opening)

Ah, he's right on time.

I like to be thorough
with my reviews.

Talk to as many of your
associates as possible.

I guess it makes sense
he would want to talk to John.

Mr. Bell, when you first met
Mrs. Warne,

what was your impression?

That she didn't
mince her words.

You move and I shoot.

JOHN:
But she quickly realized
she could trust me,

and even let me
fix her gun.

Now, see,
the wedge pin is loose.

The chamber and the barrel
have moved forward,

and the hammer can't get a good
hit on the percussion cap.

There. Should be fine.

You can put your hands down.
Thank you.

You would be?

John Bell.

ROBERT:
And when did you realize

Mrs. Warne and Mr. Pinkerton
were detectives?

When she told me
who they were.

The men that were in the house,
I work with them.

Allan and William Pinkerton.

Pinkerton?

The detective agency?

You've heard of us?

I sure have.

Allan Pinkerton's
an avowed abolitionist

and a loyal friend
of John Brown.

Well, I often find myself
in unusual

and sometimes dangerous
situations.

I wouldn't want you
to get hurt, John.

Thank you,
but I can take care of myself.

I'm glad to hear it.

If you ever need anything,
you can count on me.

Thank you.

Give me the details
on the time

you went undercover
with a troop of black soldiers.

Well, we suspected one
of the soldiers was a killer.

So I called
for a lice inspection

to look for any
injuries that were sustained

during the attack.

JOHN:
When I saw one of the soldiers
sneak out of the inspection,

I thought we had
our killer.

What, you just come in here
like that?

You didn't comply
with inspection.

What are you going
to do about it?

Report you.

Now get your shirt off,
soldier.

JOHN:
She wasn't the killer.

But discovering the soldier
was a woman

helped us solve the case.

But, on the other hand,
you had an unpleasant encounter

with Confederate General
Sterling Price.

I guess I did.

You know what this is, boy?

Sulfuric acid.

You know what it does?

Now, imagine what it does
to the eyes.

(Whimpering and panting)

The spirit is upon me, boy.

Fortunately for you.

You can keep
those eyes of yours.

Just don't ever
tell me no again.

A little correction,
for reminder.

(Screaming)

ROBERT:
It wasn't long after that

that General Price died
from the cholera.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

Any idea how he contracted it?

I was just at the hotel.

Overheard the doctor say Price
might have the cholera.

But how? He travelled with
his own supply of water.

Which he left unattended...

or so I'm told.

You mean someone
put cholera-infected water

into his private supply?

It's possible, I guess.

But with cholera,
half die and half recover.

So it's really
up to the Lord.

Let him decide how to deal
with a man like Price.

So you deny poisoning
General Price.

I do.

And do you deny stealing money
from the woman who raised you,

the New York businesswoman
Marm McGoldrick?

Marm McGoldrick was a thief,
and I don't deny it.

But I tried to give her
her money back.

It was so good to see you
yesterday.

JOHN:
Stop with the charm.

We're well past that.

Can't I ask how you are?

And how you've been
these past 10 years?

I'm a new man.

Living an honest life.

(Laughing)
That's funny.

Stealing money from me to start
an honest life.

I sense a contradiction there.

It was my only way out.

Angry as I was,
I had to admire your cunning.

I'm here now
to make it right.

The deed to my farm
that I paid for with the cash.

The rest in coins.

That's for Aldred
and for me.

KATE:
Robert was insinuating

you were a thief
and murderer?

I guess.

He didn't say
anything else.

WILL:
What is he up to?

Oh, look who's next.

(Clearing throat)

I was what you Americans
call a bounty hunter.

I hired the Pinkertons
to help me find out

who killed my partner.

There.

KENJI:
I tracked the killer down
and confronted him.

(Both grunting)

The Pinkertons convinced me

to let the killer face
American justice.

Meaning I failed my mission
to bring him back to Japan,

to face justice there.

So you stayed in America

and accepted the Pinkerton offer
to apprentice with the agency.

Yes.

But once you joined
the agency,

you began clashing
with law enforcement.

Maybe you should
have some tea.

Annalee, another bottle.

If you didn't stop me,

I could have had
his confession by now.

Or you would have been
arrested for murder.

Judge could be trying him
as we speak,

and we could hang him
before dinner.

And then I would have
a wonderful dinner

of boiled duck
and chum cakes.

Annalee!
Kenji.

He's cut off.

Take him back to his office,
let him sleep it off.

Okay. Sheriff--

Annalee, honey...

give me a bottle!

Get him out now!

You must rest,
Sheriff Logan.

Rest? Rest?

There's no damn rest.
She's dead.

ROBERT:
You even interfered
with an arrest.

When I beat you
into your grave...

Shallow grave.

Sound familiar?

You just hit me again,
you'll be arrested.

I won't arrest myself,
I promise.

Logan.
Ah!

Damn it, Kenji!
Sheriff!

ROBERT:
Tell me about the time

you pulled a gun
on Kate and Will.

KENJI:
I was delirious.

(Speaking Japanese)

Kenji...

Somebody going
to stop him or not?

KATE:
Kenji, no.

(Screaming)

It's okay.

Your actions endangered
everyone in that room.

I told you, I was not
responsible for my actions.

A good Pinkerton agent is always
responsible for his actions.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Kenji, you look upset.

Robert Pinkerton
twists my words.

No matter what I say,
he makes it bad.

I feel like I have
betrayed you.

Well, according to Kenji,
Robert has a hidden agenda.

Well, my brother's always
been secretive.

Heck, I know more
about you.

I should hope not.

But if Kenji's right,
we have to be careful.

(Annalee laughing)

What's he talking
to her about?

Please sit a moment.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind.

I... I don't see why not.

You must see
quite a bit of Will,

given that he lives
in the hotel.

Oh, well, he makes
his presence known.

Yes, he always was
a bit of a lad.

A bit of a lad? Ha!

Pinkerton.
William Pinkerton.

Oh, my.
A Pinkerton man.

Do you have a first name?

Diana.

That is a beautiful name.

It means heavenly, you know.
I didn't.

And very appropriate,
if I may say.

I am Rebecca Harper.

Rebecca.
That's a beautiful name.

It means "captivating,"
you know.

I am named
for the wife of Isaac,

and the mother of Esau
and Jacob.

Oh, you're married
with children?

No. They're biblical figures.

I am unmarried.

Ah. Well, thank heavens.

Want something
to warm you up?

(Laughing)

Alcohol is
the devil's drink.

It clouds the mind,
separates us from what's holy.

Oh, come on. Missionaries aren't
allowed to have some fun?

What troubles you,
Will Pinkerton?

Your certainty.

I call it faith.

And what troubles you,
Miss Harper?

You.

Well, let me know if you change
your mind about that drink.

It's going to get cold.

I take fire.
It hits him in the shoulder.

On his way down,
he fires and grazes me.

Will.

So, anyway,
what about you?

What's your name?
KATE:
Will.

I don't know anything
about you at all, really.

Will.
No, no, no. Come on.

What? You can't leave a man
alone for a second, can you?

I figured it out.
You figured out I'm busy. Good.

ROBERT:
And what about you, Miss Webb?

Did you and Will
ever have a, uh...

dalliance?

I'll have whatever
you're pouring, sweetheart.

Your tab is running
a little high.

Well, I could always
work that off.

(Chuckling)

You know what,
sugar?

There's a black man outside
wants to talk to you.

He says it's urgent.

Do me a favour.

See that stern-looking
gentleman over there?

Why don't you go
dump that beer on him

so as I can
get out of here.

Anything for those lips.

Oh!

Hit me again, beautiful.

Now, why is it
we all look gorgeous

when the drinks are free?

Although I must admit,

I am getting to enjoy a certain
of Kansas City's charms.

Tonight the whisky's free,
but the women, they'll cost you.

(Clicking tongue)
(Laughing)

All right, let's go.
I can't.

Come on.
I'm working.

One dance will not
hurt you.

(Laughing)

Hey, heads up.

Hey.

What?

MAN:
Yeah!

Good morning!

MAN:
Whoo! Come on!

(Glass shattering)

(Man choking)
(Gasping)

WOMAN:
Whoo-hoo!
(Man whistling)

(Annalee screaming)

Oh!

Well sir, we shared
some good times together.

But not what I think
you are implying.

MAN:
Good riddance to bad rubbish.

You sent a complaint to the
Chicago office a few months ago.

You said the Pinkertons
were interfering

with an investigation.

(Laughing):
Frankly, I've lost track

of the number of times
your agency has interfered

with my investigations.

Come on, Sheriff.
I've seen you work.

You could use a little help.

Oh, from her?

May we please return
to the pressing matter?

Fine.

Oh, I knew you two
would try to weasel in on this.

The governor has hired us
to assist in this case,

given its delicate nature.

I can be delicate too.

I'd like to see that.

LOGAN:
Okay, so the morphine

caused him to fall off
his horse and freeze.

Or maybe he took too much of it
and it killed him.

Either way, John Doe is demised
by his own deed.

Any needle marks?

Yup. Left arm.

That enough for you Pinks?

Probably another poor veteran.

He was drinking at the Buffalo
Head like nobody's business.

No papers?
No.

No money?

No.

Now, do you have any more
annoying questions?

WILL:
No.
Good.

According to our case files

you once assisted our people

during a standoff
in this saloon?

That's what that says?
Assisted?

(Laughing)

How about
I saved their lives.

You know what we want.
Give us that murdering bastard.

Everything is fine.

Oh, well, lookie here.

The little lady
is joining us.

Now we're real scared.

Well, you ought be scared now,
Powell.

Numbers are getting even.

(Guns cocking)

Will and Kate would be sleeping
in pine boxes right now

if it wasn't for me.

So you have doubts
as to their competence.

Well, wait a minute.

I-- I wasn't trying to suggest
that they're bad agents.

Just that we bail
each other out if need be.

You're wasting your time.

I've got that sheriff
in the palm of my hand.

Ain't no one
going to believe--

That's where you're wrong.

I heard the whole thing,
Slayton.

You and your friend here
are under arrest

for the murders of Burt Grove
and Carey O'Brian.

And attempted murder
of me.

All right, that too.

SLAYTON:
What kind of a sheriff are you,

letting a woman
do your work for you?

He had it coming.

Job performance
is not the only criterion

for taking the measure
of a Pinkerton agent.

A respect for local lawmen
is paramount,

as is an unwavering
moral character.

Will has not shone in the latter
regard, for example.

Mr. Pinkerton,

if you're here
trying to tear them down,

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

Have they been
a thorn in my side?

Hell, yes.

But Kate and Will are two of the
bravest lawmen I've ever met.

I hope you got that down there
in your criter--

Cri--

You just put that
in your notes, huh?

So how's life
back in Chicago?

The usual.

Mother's complaining
about the family business.

"Your father's getting older,"
she says.

Wants him to quit
the fieldwork.

Oh, the rows they have.

He can be quite tyrannical.

Now you know why
I moved 400 miles away.

You want to tell me why

you're digging
into my private life?

Annalee told me.

I just wanted to see
how you were getting along.

I know you don't like to talk
about that sort of thing,

but Mother keeps asking when
you're going to find a girl

and get married.

Well, you can tell her
she'll know as soon as I know.

Let's talk about Mrs. Warne.

Six months ago,
you wrote George Bangs

and formally protested

Kate Warne's assignment
to Kansas City.

Yes, well,
Kate doesn't exactly

care much for making
a first impression.

My father never paid out
to rent me a house.

KATE:
I thought you liked
the Dubois Hotel.

WILL:
I do. It's the principle of it.

KATE:
Oh, so you do have principles?

WILL:
If you're such a good detective,

how come I've never
heard of you?

Maybe because you're not
such a good detective?

(Twigs snapping)

Ah!

What are you doing here?

Rescuing you.
Do I look like I need rescuing?

This is all part
of my plan.

The hell it was.
Fine, don't believe me.

I won't.
Good.

Good.
Just listen.

Roddy, he just left.

He went after somebody
named Crowell.

Does that ring a bell?

Crowell? No.

I think it has to do
with the "something big"

you were talking about.

Let's go.

Horse is this way.

(Sighing)

What about her
investigative skills?

Well, she's great
at science stuff.

The Marsh test.
Add zinc and acid.

Hope you don't store that stuff
in your pantry.

You should come over
for dinner sometime.

No, thanks.
I'm a good cook.

My nose would beg to differ.

Burning this should leave
a silvery deposit. Arsenic.

I don't see anything.

Exactly. It's not arsenic.

So it was strychnine.
Well, we have to test.

So, test.

There is no test.

Is this a test?

I looked it up
in one of my medical books.

The formula for predicting
a woman's height,

it's based off her femur.

Her femur?

The thigh bone.

KATE:
You take the length of the bone,

multiply it by 2.6,
then add 25.5.

Science.

Worse. It's arithmetic.

KATE:
It indicates that she was 5'5".

I calculated the thickness
of her muscle tissue and skin,

and then I formed clay
around the skull.

Why on earth do that?

To arrive at the conjecture

of what she might
look like, of course.

You just thought this up?

I did.

And how is she at the chase?

Well, the woman has no fear,
I'll give her that.

MAN:
Whoa.

Stop!

(Groaning loudly)

I warned you to stop.

You seem to have changed
your opinion of her.

She did save my life.

Foxglove?

Isn't that some kind
of poison?

Don't worry,
it'll wear off soon.

But you know
what won't wear off?

What's that?

Drowning.

Let him go, or the next one's
in your heart, Slayton.

(Coughing)

Will, are you all right?

Indeed, Mrs. Warne appears
to be a first-rate Pinkerton.

Indeed, she is.

Is that it?

For you, yes.

He sang your praises.
You're kidding.

Robert can't stand me.
I mean, you said it yourself.

He dislikes
female detectives.

Okay, that was a long time ago,

but people can change
their minds.

Even you?

Well, I was referring
to Robert.

But, yes, me too.

I can change my mind,
can't I?

Look, what you two think of me
is not really the point.

Robert's got something
up his sleeve,

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

Here's your chance.

I'll answer all your questions,
but quite frankly,

I believe my record
speaks for itself.

Actually, Mrs. Warne,
I'd like to hear your thoughts

on my brother.

What do you want to know?

How you work together.

How you judge
his capabilities.

I understand you were not
overly eager

to become his partner.

True.

Our working styles
are very different.

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
interested in rail expansion.

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

I'm surprised the saddle horn
you've picked up

hasn't cracked the case
wide open for us.

You two work together?

Well, you obviously saw him.

He was at the Dubois
last night.

There were these four
pretty ladies.

One of them slid him an
envelope stuffed with money.

Lots of it, too.

I think I'll go
talk to them.

The pretty ladies?

Yeah.
I think I'll join you.

I was afraid of that.

Well, who's paying us?

WILL:
Who cares?
They're pretty.

(Sighing)

So is your plan to attend
costume balls?

They're disguises.

Well, why so many? All you need
is a story and a smile.

Easy for Pinkerton men.

A woman, as always,
must do more.

We have to find Buckner.

We? I never agreed
to protect him.

Ah, ah, ah. My father put you
here to watch me.

Every time I mess up,
you failed.

But don't worry.

You might be able
to save your bacon.

(Sighing)

But I know now that he was never
the child I took him to be.

That was my unfair judgment.

He was growing
into his own skin.

Finding his way.

At times he could be
exasperating.

(Laughing)
But still,

through it all
we've managed to forge

a strong working
relationship.

See? We can agree on something.
It's not going to 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.

Quite honestly, most of Will's
detective work is first-rate,

whereas my skills tend
to favour deductive reasoning.

We need to sift the truth
from Robert's lies.

Sounds like fun.
What's your plan?

I thought we could wire Allan

for a list of warrants
from Indiana,

Louisiana and Virginia

for a man matching
Burgess's description,

but with the name
Ed, Edwin, Edmund.

I don't have that much time.

The troupe's pulling out
tomorrow.

Then we dispatch an agent
to Dubuque

and locate the bartender
that called Robert "Ed."

That's still not
enough time.

Then what do you
propose we do?

KATE:
Will's investigative skills
are more direct.

How about this? Hey, Ed!

It's you, right? You're Ed?

That works too.

It appears Will has finally
found a release

for his impulsiveness.

Well, you could say that.

But it's an attribute,
to be sure.

And what about
his undercover work?

Will has some natural abilities
in that arena.

La, la, la, la, la.

Focus on the one sound.
Repeat it five times.

Slowly and clearly.

Sorry, what is this
supposed to be helping with?

Vocal tuning.
Your voice is your instrument.

Again.

La, la, l...

Excuse me. Just...

(Gargling)

(Coughing)

I'm sorry.
I choked on my water.

That ever happen to you?
No.

(Sighing)

His work sounds
positively stellar.

KATE:
Robert, don't for one minute

think that your brother's work
isn't up to snuff.

He's taken a punch for me
more than once.

KATE:
His skills at neutralizing
conflict are exemplary.

WILL:
Whoa.

KATE:
Rudy, stop!

Get out of my way,
Pinkerton!

You don't want
to kill anyone.

Yes, I do.

You just want
your life back.

Give me my gun.

KATE:
Will is strong and courageous.

That's good enough.

He's an agent that never
backs away from danger.

Hang on, hang on.

Just one more load,
so the buzzards don't get me.

All right?

Pierce!

You realize you're trying
to kill a man

in his own grave, right?

(Gunshot, screaming)

And he comports himself well

in a tense situation.

You certainly
extol his virtues.

I give credit
where it's due.

You've done well
bringing him along.

You should be proud.

He's ready to go out on his own,
don't you think?

What do you mean?

Well, simply that he's acquired
the skills necessary

to take on responsibility
as needs be.

If need be?

Are you splitting us up?

Of course not.
This is a review, Mrs. Warne.

Plain and simple.

I'm not so sure about that.

It's the same one
I've conducted in Boston,

Philadelphia,
Washington, Baltimore.

There's no need
to get emotional.

Really.

Boston, Philadelphia,
Washington and Baltimore?

All Pinkerton bureaus
with female agents, am I right?

That would be correct.

Are you trying to drum the women
out of this agency?

Like I said,
it's just a review.

If you are,
let me remind you

that your father hired me,

and promoted me
because of my good work.

He also created
the female bureau

and appointed me
to run it.

Has it ever occurred to you,
Mrs. Warne,

that even my father
makes mistakes?

If you're plotting
to close the female bureau...

you can expect a fight.

WILL:
I can't believe he lied
to my face. My own brother.

"It'll all be very routine,
Will."

I guess you were right.

I would have been happy
to be wrong.

But how does he expect
to get away with cutting out

the entire female bureau?

Our father would have his hide
if he tried that.

That's what I find
intriguing.

I mean, how does he plan
to get away with it?

There's only one way
to find out.

I suppose you just had a talk
with Mrs. Warne.

You don't get
to be casual with me,

not while you're stabbing Kate
in the back,

and every other woman
our father's hired.

You tend to react
in the moment, Will.

You were never very adept
at taking the long view.

Will you drop the act?

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

The Pinkerton National
Detective Agency needs to grow,

or else it'll stagnate
and become irrelevant.

Our dear father is content
with the status quo.

We have too many agents

investigating too many
smaller cases.

Murders, thefts,
fraud and the like.

The financial return
on these cases is,

to coin a phrase,
small-time.

If indeed we get paid
at all.

Solving murders and bringing
justice to grieving people

is small-time?

That's important work,
Robert.

Work best left to local
law enforcement.

We need to think bigger.

By focusing all of our resources
on more lucrative endeavors.

By only concentrating
on corporations.

Banks, industry, railroads.

Father will never
agree to that.

He thinks about people,
not just institutions.

Which is why
I need your help.

George Bangs
agrees with me.

As does our uncle Robert.

With you, I have all the support
I need to overrule Father.

You're talking about a coup.

To push Father out?

Not to mention
the entire female bureau?

Oh, Will, forget about
the female bureau.

I'm sure Kate Warne
is a competent agent,

but I'm talking about turning
a somewhat profitable enterprise

into a fortune,
and our female agents

are nothing but a distraction
from that goal.

Try explaining that
to Father.

Which is why we need
to push him out.

Will, imagine not having
to take orders

from that stubborn tyrant
of a man.

I'll admit,

I volunteered to conduct
this review

in part to assess Mrs. Warne's
value to the agency.

But I also needed to know if
you've come of age as an agent,

and if you were ready
to join me at the helm.

I now know that you are,

and that gives me
great pleasure.

Think about it, Will.

I'll need
your decision soon.

(Pencil scratching)

KATE:
I have to tell you something.

It's about me.
Sit down.

Really? The mysterious
Mrs. Warne

is going to tell me something
about herself?

Okay.

Let me get settled.

Your father invented the art
of spying in this country.

I was his first
female agent.

I'm very aware of that.

Sterling Price brought on
a new kind of war.

He slaughtered people.

Black people especially.

Stole their children,
sold or hanged them.

And?

You father had a mission,

one which I willingly
volunteered for.

I mean, if all it took
to stop Price

was a compromise of honour,

it would have been a sin
not to do it.

And whose honour
are we talking about?

Will, you know very well
whose honour.

Please just...

Please listen.

I put myself
in the path of an officer

on General Price's staff.

The Lieutenant Harris
you spoke of.

Charlie?

Yes.

He was young,
and passionate.

The thing was not hard to do.

I quickly gained access
to the General's supply routes,

orders of battle which I relayed
to the Union forces.

And they defeated Price
at Yuka and Corinth.

Well, that's good work.

It cost the general
6,222 men.

That's war, Kate.

Price shot Charlie.

I'm sure he died believing
it had all been a mistake.

That I would never use him
in such a way.

Well, towards the end, I...

I know I shouldn't,
but...

I had feelings for him.

I really did.

And that's why
you're after Price.

People hurt each other
for specific reasons.

Greed, anger, passion.

But Price?

He had and has no reasons.

He's simply evil.

Now, I may not
be a woman of God,

but I will not
abide the devil.

(Pencil scratching)

(Sighing)

When you told me
about your history

with General Sterling Price,

that was a painful
admission for you.

Why'd you tell me?

Because I knew that you would
listen without judgment.

Listen, Kate.

If you weren't
a Pinkerton,

what would you want to be?

Why are you asking me?

I'm just curious.

Have-- Have you ever thought
about starting a family

or getting remarried?

The Pinkertons is my family.

(Train whistle
blowing distantly)

Mrs. Warne.

William, can I have
a word with you?

Anything you have to say,
you can say it in front of Kate.

Have you considered
my proposal?

Your proposal...

to betray Kate
and our father?

To cut them both out?

It is no betrayal to build upon
what Allan began.

I intend to enhance
his legacy.

Well, you won't enhance it
with me.

Isn't this the chance
we've been waiting for, Will?

The chance for you and I
to run our business our way?

Your way means
intrigue and betrayal.

That's no way to run
a business, Robert.

I'm very disappointed with your
lack of initiative, Will.

That's because you know your
plan goes nowhere without me.

Changes are coming.

Not today, perhaps,
but soon.

I'll tell you what, Robert.

You drop this
ridiculous notion,

and I won't tell Father
about it.

Otherwise, you'll be the one
to face the wrath

of our so-called tyrant.

You'll come to your senses
one day, William.

If you don't tell your father,
I will.

No, you won't.

I know my brother, Kate.

The threat of exposure
is going to keep him quiet.

For now.

He'll be looking to strike again
when the time is right.

Then we make sure that time
never comes.