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The driver says he can't wait any longer.

I distinctly told Slade to meet us here

at the station.

Did he get the message?

I left it right in his desk.

I could strangle him.

I knew what he looked like.

Well, let's go.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

My head felt as though there were a

trip hammer inside, having a big day for

itself.

Someone tricked me for fare.

Knockout drops.

Someone who made sure I wouldn't keep my

appointment to go out on the afternoon stage.

If there's anything I ate, it's being played

for a fool.

Especially by someone I didn't even know.

As a matter of fact, by anybody.

I guess wrecking my office was another means

of delaying my trip from Denver to Deadwood.

? ?

I sighed a poor cowboy ? Wrapped up

in white linen ? Wrapped up in white

linen ? As cold as the day The

stage is ahead of schedule.

It's due in any minute.

Oh, no.

Jenny Dupree will throw a fit if there's

not a crowd around to greet her.

Say, could you get over to the depot

and see what you could do?

Why me?

Well, she'll...

She'll appreciate having a woman meet her.

All right.

But from what I've heard, she'd prefer a

man.

Any man.

Whoa!

You clumsy oaf, you're stepping on my skirt.

I'm sorry, Jenny.

So where is everybody?

Or is this the sort of reception one

gets in Deadwood?

Your stage arrived ahead of schedule, Mr. Prey.

There wasn't time to change the plans for

your welcome.

I'm Monica Bristol.

Mr. Kruger asked me to meet you and

help out in any way I can.

And who is Mr. Kruger?

Ward Kruger.

The owner of the Gay Lady, where you're

going to sing tonight.

If I sing tonight, from the looks of

this town, I may not care to.

Well, don't just stand there.

Get my things off to the hotel and

make sure that my accommodations are acceptable.

My dear, I would very much like something

hot to drink, if that isn't expecting too

much in this barbarous community.

Of course, Madam Duprey.

The famous Delmonico himself has opened a branch

of his New York restaurant here.

It's called The Bean Bucket.

After you.

Your bags have already been put in the

room, Mr. Prey.

I hope you won't find the accommodations too

utterly uncivilized.

Only the people, my dear.

You know, everyone in Deadwood is looking forward

to your performance tonight.

We have no zoo here.

Obviously, or you would be running around loose.

I'll call you if I need you.

You must understand my desire to be alone.

Looking at you is giving me such a

dreadful headache.

Thank you.

No, it can't be.

The last rose.

I gotta get out of here.

Let me out.

Mr. Prey, what happened?

Let me out.

Let me out of here.

Let me out.

Can you please

tell me which room is Jenny Duprey staying

in?

Who are you?

Oh, name's Slade, Marshal.

How long you been at Deadwood?

Why?

I ask the questions around here.

What's your interest in Jenny Duprey?

I think that's a matter between me and

Mr. Prey, don't you?

Oh, is that so?

Yes, that's so.

Room 214.

Thanks, I'll announce myself.

Mr. Prey is not seeing anyone.

Would you like to bet?

Now look here, you give me trouble, I'll

throw you in jail.

Just a minute, Marshal.

Jenny, I mean, Mr. Prey has a great

many male admirers.

It's quite possible that Mr. Slade is one

of them.

Are you by any chance a...

A friend of hers know I'm here on

business.

And if Mr. Prey has any objections to

seeing me, I'll let her tell me.

Hold it.

Hold it, Marshal.

Never mess around with a six-gun like

that, Marshal.

If you got any cause to make an

arrest, speak up and say what's on your

mind.

If I agree with you, I'll go along

peaceably.

Here.

Just what's eating you anyway?

Somebody tried to kill Mr. Prey a half

hour ago.

She hurt?

The bullet barely missed her.

You can't go in there.

I'll have you jailed for resisting arrest.

If somebody tried to kill Mr. Prey, why

aren't you out looking for him?

Open up, it's Slade.

Well, Monica.

Hello, Slade.

Small world, isn't it?

Yes, I didn't know you were here in

Deadwood.

Of course you didn't.

Let's see, the last time we saw each

other was in Cheyenne, wasn't it?

Or was it Denver?

You do get around so much.

Well, this is just great.

You have no idea how surprised I am.

I'll just bet you are.

Come in, won't you?

Madam Dupre has been simply beside herself waiting

for you to show up.

Oh, it's all right, Marshall.

Uh, Mr. Slade is an old, old acquaintance

of mine.

Miss Dupre?

Mr. Slade, you were supposed to leave with

me when I left Denver.

What happened?

Well, someone went to a lot of trouble

to make sure I didn't meet you.

I don't like excuses.

Well, I'm beginning to feel better already.

Oh, thank you very much for staying with

me, my dear, but you can leave now.

Mr. Slade and I have business matters to

discuss.

I'll look you up later, Monica.

Yes, you do that.

Isn't it a shame?

Is what a shame?

That there aren't better shots in this world.

You don't look like a private investigator.

Oh?

What's one supposed to look like?

Oh, I don't know.

I sort of imagined a fierce-looking, scowling

little man hiding behind bushels of false whiskers.

They're supposed to ask interminable questions.

Well, I'm sorry about the whiskers, but I

do have to ask the question.

You know, I think it would be a

lot better if you sat up.

Well, it began six weeks ago.

I had an engagement to sing in St.

Louis.

When I got to my hotel, there were

six red roses in a vase in my

room.

Go on.

There was a note.

It said...

Oh, how can you possibly believe me?

It sounds so melodramatic.

What did the note say?

It said to Jenny, six roses, six weeks

to live.

And it was signed, your ultimate admirer.

Is that all?

The next week I was in Chicago briefly

on a return engagement.

And this time there were five roses.

And the note?

It simply said, five weeks left, Jenny.

And it was signed the same way.

The ultimate admirer.

Whose name is death.

Well, the week after there were four roses

and then there were three.

You telegraphed me from Big Springs, didn't you?

That was a week ago.

It was down to two roses then.

And then when I came here, there was

that single rose.

A note with it?

No note this time.

But a hand holding a gun at that

window.

Somebody tried to kill me.

Now, I doubt that.

Much too close range for anyone to miss.

My guess is you just have a jealous

lover that's trying to even the score by

scaring you.

Have you any idea who?

Who is it?

It's me, Jenny.

It's Eddie Howard, my accompanist.

You'd better have a talk with him.

How is she feeling?

Rocking.

I suggest if you two want to talk,

you do it elsewhere.

Jenny, Cal Breckenridge is in Deadwood.

Cal?

Where did you see him?

Over at the theater.

I was talking to Mr. Kruger about tonight's

performance.

Who is Cal Breckenridge?

It couldn't be Cal.

Do you mind letting me in on this?

Cal Breckenridge was an admirer of mine once.

And when our relationship changed, he took it

very hard.

He's been following Jenny for a long time.

I think you'd better have a little talk

with Mr. Breckenridge.

Be careful, Mr. Slade.

Cal can be a very dangerous man.

I don't know what's worse, a dangerous man

or a dangerous woman.

Oh, I should like to marry if I

could ever find a really handsome fellow suited

to my mind.

I'd like him to be dashing.

I'd like him to be gay.

The leader of the fashion.

The dandy of his day.

Oh, I should like to marry if I

could ever find a really handsome fellow suited

to my mind.

You're the detective named Slade, right?

That's right.

My name's Kruger.

I own this place.

I don't want any trouble.

Are you expecting Jenny Dupre to sing here

tonight?

Well, that's what I'm paying her for.

You better help me try to find out

who's trying to kill her.

Nobody's trying to kill Jenny Dupre, Slade.

I'm surprised that you think so.

She hired me to think so.

She hired you for publicity.

Smart woman, Jenny.

Staging that little scene at the hotel will

pack this hall tonight.

Don't tell me you could tear yourself away

from Madame Dupre.

I want to talk with you, Monica.

Alone.

How does it feel to be in love

with a big-time singer?

I'm here on business, Monica.

You know perfectly well why Jenny Dupre sent

for me.

How could I miss?

She's written it in lipstick all over the

front of your shirt.

She was upset crying.

I had to comfort her.

Oh, sure.

Well, I have to hand it to you,

Slade.

You certainly give your clients their money's worth.

Now, listen, Monica.

There's been a man seen around here by

the name of Breckenridge.

You know who he is?

Uh-huh.

Well, is he here now?

Yep.

Can you point him out to me?

I can, but the question is, should I?

He's a gambler and a gunman, Slade.

You'd better stay away from him.

He's over there.

Thank you, honey.

Your name Breckenridge?

Who wants to know?

Slade.

Private and confidential investigation.

I have a strong aversion to detectives, Slade.

I suggest you go someplace else.

I want to know why you've been following

Jenny Dupre.

You heard me, mister.

Get out.

Have you ever been dealt a dead man's

hand?

Hmm?

Maybe you'd like to deal me one.

Aces and eights.

I, uh, heard about the attempt on Jenny's

life.

I had nothing to do with it.

How long since she gave you the gate?

And that has nothing to do with it

either.

If I'd wanted to kill Jenny, I'd have

done it a long time ago when I

was still hurting.

Now I feel nothing.

Why have you been following her?

Wherever Jenny goes, you'll find people.

People and money.

Separating the one from the other is my

business.

Jenny Dupre was married once, wasn't she?

A man named Farron.

Frank Farron.

She left him about four years ago.

That's when I came into the picture.

Briefly.

Where would this Frank Farron be now?

I wouldn't know.

You'd have to ask Jenny.

Or Eddie Howard.

I never met the man myself.

Where did Eddie Howard come from?

As far as I know, he's always been

around.

He used to be a famous concert pianist.

She treats him like dirt.

Are you on me for something, Ward?

Shh.

Having that detective around is bad for business.

Get him out of here.

But he isn't doing anything I can arrest

him for.

He will.

Just wait.

I'll pick a fight with him, and that'll

give you an excuse to throw him out.

Don't be surprised if I don't buy all

your story.

I've got a hunch we'll be talking again

soon.

All right, all right.

Break it up here.

Well, where in Sam Hill are you, Marshal?

You're under arrest for disturbing the peace.

Oh, Mr. Kruger started the fight.

Mr. Slade was minding his own business.

That's right, Marshal.

What'll I do?

Why don't you try arresting Mr. Kruger?

I couldn't do that.

Of course not.

He'd come up with a lot of trouble.

You cut off your free beard.

Why did you jump me anyway?

I...

I guess I made a mistake.

Guess maybe you did.

And you're fired.

It's too late.

I just quit.

Jenny.

Now, this is what Deadwood calls a theater.

It's nothing more than a common saloon.

Where's the proprietor?

I must have everyone out of here at

once before I can rehearse.

Eddie, go find Kruger.

What's his name?

Tell him I want everyone to leave immediately

because I am not giving any free performances.

Frank.

Hello, Jenny.

What are you doing here?

I own the gay lady.

I had to see you again, Jenny.

Slade.

Run along, darling.

She might want to be comforted again.

I didn't mean for it to happen like

this.

I was going to wait until after the

performance and then...

And then what?

I still love you, Jenny.

Slade, I want to go back to my

hotel.

Jenny, I didn't know that Walt Kruger was

Frank Farren until I saw him today.

I didn't know how to tell you.

You keep out of my sight.

I should have become suspicious when he offered

me so much money to come to Deadwood.

Twice what I normally get.

Slade, I divorced Frank because I was afraid

of him.

Do you think he's responsible for sending you

those notes?

I accepted the Deadwood engagement six weeks ago.

He knew I was coming here then.

Well, he could have hired someone to send

you those roses.

What about Eddie Howard?

What about him?

I heard he was a famous concert pianist.

Was is right.

Eddie's a has-been.

He's lucky I keep him busy.

Well, young lady, my advice to you is

to get the first stage out of Deadwood

in the morning.

Oh, you are best to meet yourself, Mr.

Slade.

With you around to protect me, I have

no reason to leave now.

Besides, Jenny Dupre has never walked out in

a performance yet.

Who's Monica?

An acquaintance of mine.

Why?

You were thinking of her.

Matter of fact, I was.

Mr. Dupre has just entered the theater and

is in her dressing room.

The performance will start very shortly.

Who is it?

Slade.

Get out.

Get out!

Please, Jenny.

I've got to talk to you.

We have nothing to talk about.

Now, you get out of here.

No, Jenny.

I've waited too long for this.

You get out or I'll scream.

Don't scream.

You've got to give me a chance.

A chance to what?

To kill me?

No, Jenny.

Tell you that I still love you.

I can't do this.

Didn't you read my note?

Run here.

I'll let him...

I can't do this anymore.

I loved her.

And she laughed.

I gave up a career for her and

she treated me like a servant.

Like a dog.

I've dreamed for a long time of killing

her.

I knew who Kruger was.

I wanted to make it look like he'd

killed her.

I put the card in the flowers that

he'd given her.

Then you must be the one who slipped

me that Mickey and messed up my office.

I just wanted to put you off the

track.

Take him, Marshal.

Guard.

I'd better go and tell him now.

There'll be no show tonight.

No.

No, wait.

Monica.

Would you help me?

It's Monica that they want to hear sing

anyway.

There will be a short delay.

Miss Jenny Dupre will still appear here tonight.

But by special request we will first hear

from our own songbird, Monica Bristol.