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ANNOUNCER: Previously,
on Elkhorn.

Arthur Packard of
the Bad Lands Cow Boy.

[GUNSHOT]

MERRIFIELD: No lawyers
here and no law,

not for a hundred miles.

ARTHUR: The Marquis de Mores is
not a man to be trifled with.

Heck, he owns practically
every building in

this town including this one.

SEWALL: What about
your daughter?

She’s beautiful, isn’t she?

ROOSEVELT: Baby Lee, her life
will be better without me.

SEWALL: What child is better
off without their father?

♪♪ ♪♪

MAY: You said there would
be sightseeing.

RUSSEL: C’mon, now, May.

It’s, it’s an authentic
Western experience.

It’s a scam is what it is,
and you fell right for it.

"Come and see the natural
beauty of Pyramid Park."

You know what the locals call
this place, Russel?

The Badlands.

RUSSEL: Well, you won’t have to
complain much longer.

We’ll be in town before
you know it and

on the next train to Boston.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

See now?
- DRIVER: Whoa.

I’ll bet we’ve
come upon a grand sight.

[PUNCH, GRUNT]

[FOOT STEPS]

[DOOR OPENS, GASP]

[SCREAMS]

ROBBER: Cash and jewelry.

Now!

♪♪ ♪♪

Russel, just do as he says.

RUSSEL: I’m just reachin’
for my wallet.

ROBBER: Get out!

RUSSEL: Okay.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

♪♪ ♪♪

[GUNSHOT]

[CRYING, BREATHING HEAVY]

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ [SUSPENSE] ♪♪

Russel, don’t.

[GUNSHOT, SCREAM]

No, no, no. no.

Please, please!

Russel!

[CRYING]

♪♪ ♪♪

[CRYING]

♪♪ ["ELKHORN" MAIN THEME] ♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ [SALOON] ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

Bob Roberts!

I’ll take a pour of
your finest whiskey.

Red, we don’t want
no problems.

You already owe on the broken
window and the card table.

I ain’t gonna be no trouble.

Not only am I payin’ my tab.

I’m buyin’ a round for everyone.

[MEN CHEER]

Had some good fortune, then?

You could say that.

And I got a feelin’

there’s plenty more to come.

♪♪ ♪♪

[SNORING]

Should we do it?

Mm-Hmm.

♪♪ ♪♪

[CHUCKLING]

♪♪ ♪♪

Maunders!

Do you know how I spent
my morning?

Consoling the wife
of a dead man.

MAUNDERS: Fail to see how
that’s my fault.

Tenderfoots die out here
every day,

a hazard of the territory.

When I hired you to
run my stagecoach company,

my company,

the idea was to transport
goods, not tourists.

It’s not just a man who’s dead.

It is a customer.

Even a dullard should understand
that is not good for business.

A dullard?

MARQUIS: Your little scheme to

conceal the lockbox did not
even stump a common thief.

MAUNDERS: If you’re frettin’
over security,

you shoulda hired a gun
to ride along.

But it’s gonna cost ya.

MARQUIS: Paying off a widow

is what is going to cost me.

Our business is concluded.

Never set foot in here again.

You ain’t ever gonna
find another soul who knows

this territory better than me.

Terrain can be taught.

Common sense, it seems, cannot.

♪♪ ♪♪

And now, I bid you

adieu, Monsieur Maunders.

Good luck.

♪♪ ♪♪

[DOOR SLAMS]

This is great Joe.

How about a blue as well?
- JOE: Alright.

ROOSEVELT: Ah.

Exactly the man
I was looking for!

I could use a spot of advice.

What trouble have you
gotten yourself into now,

Mister Roosevelt?

A quagmire of cookery.

Cookery?

Baking, to be precise.

You see, Bill and the men
do such a fine job with grub,

I thought that today I
would surprise them with

a hearty meal of my own making.

Trouble is, I’ve been trying to
recall my mother’s biscuit

recipe, and I cannot remember
for the life of me whether

it called for baking powder
or baking soda.

I wired Elliott, but he’s yet
to respond, and, well,

I can’t very well wait around
all day, now can I?

Afraid I’m not so
knowledgeable on such things.

JOE: Got a simple solution for
you, Mister Roosevelt.

What you do is you make yourself
two batches,

one with baking soda,
the other with baking powder.

[GUNSHOTS]

Danged gunslingers!

Stray round perhaps?

Shall we see?

I guess.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

♪♪ ♪♪

Redhead Finnegan’s back.

Who?

ARTHUR: Local nuisance.

Thief mostly though nobody
can seem to prove it.

Temperamental fellow but never
seemed quite so agitated.

Wonder what’s set him off
this morning?

Ah, looks like the boys gave ol’
Red a close shave.

A spot of advice,
Mister Roosevelt,

never fall asleep at Bob
Roberts’ bar.

That’s when cowboys can get
a little

creative with their mischief.

[GUNSHOT]

Alright, let’s put a stop to
this before someone gets hurt.

C’mon.

Be careful, now!

[GUNSHOTS]

FINNEGAN: A man treats
y’all to drinks,

and this is how you repay ’em?

Don’t shoot, Marquis!

So many bullets have
hit my property already.

I would be well within
my rights.

ARTHUR: Perhaps you would.

But give us a chance to quell
this without bloodshed.

FINNEGAN: Whoever did this
better come out here!

- FINNEGAN: By the time...
- Very well, Packard.

...I count to five,

someone better be standing here

- Alright, let’s say...
- FINNEGAN: ...and confessin’

...you distract him while I go
around and get the drop on him?

How do you intend I do that?

Polite conversation, perhaps?

Okay.

FINNEGAN: One...

Two...

Good morning!

♪♪ ♪♪

FINNEGAN: Are you the fella
who ruined my looks?

No, but perhaps I could
help you find the perpetrator.

What might he look like?

FINNEGAN: I don’t need help.

I’ve got no business with you

unless you’re hidin’ that man.

Are you hidin’ ’em from me,
rawheel?

Cause that ain’t gonna
go so well for you.

?

Cause that ain’t gonna
go so well for you.

ROOSEVELT:
Now, wait just a moment-!

Red!

[GRUNTS]

MARQUIS: To the Bastille
with him, then.

ARTHUR: Sleep tight, Red.

MARQUIS: You have shown great
initiative today, Packard,

a soldier’s resolve.

It is to be commended.

Well, thank you, Marquis.

I appreciate that.

There is a business opportunity

I would like to discuss
with you.

Just opened up, in fact.

I believe you might be the exact
man I’m looking for.

ARTHUR: I’m flattered, Sir,

truly,

but I don’t know the first thing
about managing stagecoaches.

I’m a newspaper editor as you’re
certainly aware.

You’re a businessman.

"The Cow Boy is not published
for fun but for

two dollars a year."

I always liked that little
touch, Packard.

And I couldn’t agree
with you more.

For even endeavors of passion

must turn a profit if
they are to endure.

Now, I know we’ve
had our disagreements.

But do not let that blind you
to an opportunity.

At the moment, the people of
Deadwood must ship their goods

from a train depot three
hundred miles away.

A coach line in Medora would cut
that distance by half

and position our town, not just
the center of cattle trade

in the Badlands, but the center
of trade itself.

And you, Packard,
would be at the helm.

It’s a generous
proposal, Marquis,

truly, but you should
know I have

no aspirations of grand wealth.

And what about
independence?

How do you mean?

Well, this building is
a fine base of operations,

but as long as I own it,
your fortunes are tied to mine.

Think of it, Packard,
an independent enterprise?

So to be clear, you would
hand the deed over to me?

And expand the paper’s reach.

Consider my offer.

But should you decide against
it, well then,

please run this
in tomorrow’s edition.

♪♪ ♪♪

[FINNEGAN GROANS]

♪♪ ♪♪

Someone let me outta here!

♪♪ ♪♪

Ah. You.

You.

♪♪ ♪♪

[ROOSTER CROWS]

Uncle, I am starved.

How much longer on those
biscuits do you think?

I wouldn’t
be in no rush.

Yeah.

Oh, I wanted
to show you something.

I traded for it in town.

Not much your style.

It’s for Rosie,

for the next time I see her.

Well, what do you think?

You’re really smitten
with this girl.

Well, I a-

Lunch is served!

Unfortunately, the baking
powder took a bullet this

morning, so I had to gamble
with baking soda.

Somebody shot
the baking powder?

Not on purpose.

Well, that clears
it right up, then.

DOW: Either way,

this is a wonderful surprise
Mister Roosevelt, thank you.

Shall I fetch some jam?

Oh, no need, Wilmot.

Mother always intended them to
be savored as they are.

♪♪ ♪♪

DOW: Ah, a,

Mr. Roosevelt,
they’re quite firm.

♪♪ ♪♪

[BISCUIT CRACKLES]

ROOSEVELT: Well then,

perhaps they could use a spot
of jam after all.

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, Sir.

♪♪ ♪♪

- ARTHUR: Hey there, Joe?
- JOE: Arthur?

You playin’ warden, Packard?

Just being
neighborly, Jake.

Heard you were
workin’ for the Frenchman now.

Take it from me.

That don’t work out well
for no one.

JOE: I’m closin’ after this,
so you’re either buyin’

and goin’ or just goin’, Jake.

And your credit’s
long-spent here.

MAUNDERS: Seems I’m paid-up,
Ferris.

Packard.

Never thought
I’d see the day.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Red.

You were quite
the menace this...

♪♪ ♪♪

Better for keeping
people out than in.

I just hope Finnegan’s
learned his lesson.

♪♪ ♪♪

No paper today, Arthur?

I wouldn’t expect one tomorrow
either, Mister Roosevelt.

Too many contracts to finish up

and books that need squaring.

Jake Maunder’s stagecoach
records were inconsistent

to say the least.

Lot of missing sums
I expect will remain missing.

Oh, but on the upside,

I was able to work out a deal
with the mining company.

Turns out when you offer to ship
their goods in half the time,

ears tend to perk up.

And pens get ready to sign,
no doubt.

You know, you’re
a skilled man, Arthur,

sure to succeed at any endeavor.

Just be sure to keep sight
of what brought you out

here in the first place.

Of course, Sir.

Oh, how’d those biscuits
turn out?

Poorly, I’m afraid.

Received the recipe
this morning from my brother.

Of course, we needed our dearly
departed baking powder.

Ah, I see.

Well, you’ll have to
give it another go once

Joe Ferris restocks.

Oh, your brother’s expecting,
is he?

Ah, yes.

His wife Anna’s expecting their
first born any day now,

sooner than anticipated.

Or perhaps I’ve just lost track
of time out here.

He’s hoping for a girl,

but they’ve yet
to choose a name.

And do you plan on
visiting your daughter soon?

Why do you ask?

Mentions it here.

Your brother inquires when
you’ll be back

to visit Baby Lee.

Right.

He did, didn’t he?

I’m looking into that when
I can visit New York.

But it’s tough to leave when
there’s so much work yet to do.

Quite right, Sir.

A lot work to do for both of us.

But we can’t lose sight of why

we came out here in
the first place.

My apologies, Mister Roosevelt,

but I have a lot of
contracts to tend to.

Of course.

Good luck, Arthur.

ARTHUR: Oh, Mister Roosevelt?

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

MEDORA: A quick jaunt there and
back and home before dark.

Deadwood is not a town
you want to dally.

Trust me.

I don’t mind the trip.

It’s just, wouldn’t it be best
if you sent someone

with a little more experience?

I mean, running a hotel is one
thing, but contracts and trade

and such, I don’t even know
where to begin-

MEDORA: I’m not asking you to
write the contracts

or even understand them.

I am asking you to make sure
they sign them,

regardless of whether
or not they agree.

Consider it an exercise
in negotiation,

in persuasion.

But, Medora, I don’t-

Rosie, do you think

I’m spending all this time an
effort on you

so you can run some
tourist hotel?

Well, I-

This place has its charm,
but it’s one small

thread in the grand tapestry
of my enterprises.

So I need you to learn now,

and I need you to learn fast.

And whatever happens,
don’t ever forget,

we are bigger than this place.

You are bigger than this place.

Or at least, I’ll make sure you
are soon enough.

A lady shouldn’t travel alone.

Surely, I should have
someone to protect me,

shouldn’t I?

Smart girl.

I’m having Paddock escort-

ROSIE: No.

I’m sorry, perhaps someone
I’m a little more

comfortable with?

You have
a person in mind?

Well, I was thinking

maybe Wilmot Dow?

The woodsman?

He’s Roosevelt’s man, is he not?

Yes.

He’s very dependable.

I trust you’ll
choose wisely.

♪♪ ♪♪

ROSIE: Think they’ll
be missin’ you today?

Well, Mister Roosevelt,
he was cordial enough, but

will the ranch fall apart
in my absence,

without a strong and steady
hand to guide it?

Who can know such things?

Well, all the same,
I appreciate the company.

How could I turn down a
ride with such a pretty view?

Uh, Rosie,

I wanted to
give you something.

Ah.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

DRIVER: Whoa.

ROSIE: Why are we stopping?

What’s goin’ on?

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GUN COCKS]

[GASPING]

ROBBER: Up. Up.

Lift up the couch.

Lift it up, now!

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

Just give him
what he wants.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

- You alright?
- Yeah.

No, no stay.

Please stay.

Alright.

I’m so sorry, Rosie.

I was meant to protect
you, and, well,

I couldn’t of
failed more than that.

Hey, hey, no.

Don’t talk like that,
not even for an instant.

You did exactly
what you needed to do.

You kept a level head,
and you kept us both alive.

Hey, I’m the one who dragged
you out here.

Maybe it’s best if you plan our
outings from here on out.

That locket was
really beautiful.

Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪

MARQUIS: You do realize
I insure our client’s cargo?

So every one of these incidents
comes directly out of my pocket.

And I’m working on it.

Deadwood is sending a proper
deputy to help nab this crook.

Finnegan.

I could’ve ended
this with one shot.

Instead, you spared his life.

And you hired
me because of it.

I hired you to right
the ship.

Instead, it’s only
sinking faster.

Then perhaps it’s time
to print this after all?

WARD: Mister Packard?

Deputy Ward.

Been a while, Marquis.

Yes, I suppose it has.

WARD: Better part of a year

since that unfortunate
business with Riley Luffsey.

What’s unfortunate

is when men let their passions
spoil good business.

Fix this.

♪♪ ♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

Must be pretty bad
if you sent for me.

It is, Ward.

I’ve done everything that
I can think of,

changed shipment times,
alternated routes.

We even removed the lockboxes
from the stagecoaches because we

can’t be trusted with
people’s valuables,

not to mention their well-being.

Are you certain it’s Red?

He’s a pestilent runt,
but I’ve never known him

to be the violent sort,
much less a cold-blooded killer.

What I do know is that
he was waving cash all over

town the night of the robbery.

Well, that is quite
the pest but a reliable one.

So we’ll send out another coach
as a decoy and see if he bites.

What do you need?

A posse you can trust.

♪♪ ♪♪

Thank you.

I’m relieved to see
you back in one piece.

Well, that was my first
stickup, and I would not mind

it being my last.

It’s easy to forget,
between changing linens and

serving breakfast to
businessmen that this place

still has its wild side.

It won’t forever.

But that criminal still runs
free because your woodsman

failed to act and failed to
protect our contracts.

Hard to imagine Paddock
letting that happen.

He, a, I asked
him not to.

Perhaps he’s not as
dependable as you thought.

I should get
back to work.

Rosie...

♪♪ ♪♪

we must be careful
in whom we place our trust.

Our lives often depend
upon it.

That’s all.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

She looks just
like her mother.

Yes.

Like a tiny reflection.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Now, you tell me you got
that yellow son of a gun.

We will with your help.

Deputy Ward is gonna assist us
in setting a trap.

DOW: Well, then, what
are we waiting’ for?

Let’s go, Sir.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

ARTHUR: You could bring
her here, you know?

Your daughter, I mean,

instead of traveling all
the way back east.

Well, I’m not sure an
infant would find stagecoach

robberies as appealing.

Plus, with all the work
to be done,

that wouldn’t be fair to her,
not yet at least.

You once told me we
have to make an honest stand

if we want this place to change.

And that means bringing
families out here,

making this a town
worth living in.

I’d leave her in New York
if I were you,

Mister Roosevelt.

It’s too hard to protect the
people you care about just now.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

DRIVER: Whoa.

♪♪ ♪♪

SEWALL: Everyone hold
your fire!

ROOSEVELT: Bill?

What are you doing here?

There’s been an
incident back at the cabin.

You might want to see it for
yourself, Mister Roosevelt.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

Got the silverware too.

Whole place has been
picked-through good.

Baby Lee.

SEWALL: Well, it ain’t much of
a silver lining, but

at least your contracts with
the Marquis are still here.

They didn’t
take the contracts?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hi.

DOW: Rosie!

What are you doing here?
- Well, I was-

Don’t worry, Rosie.

We’re gonna get the guys
who did this.

Well, actually, that’s
why I’m here.

Guess who’s down at
Bob Roberts’ place just now,

flush with cash,
drinking whiskey like

there’s not a care
in the world?

Finnegan.

DOW: I’ll ride ahead
and fetch the deputy.

Mister Roosevelt,

I’ve only just now figured out
who the killer is.

If you’ll allow me a moment,
I think I can explain.

♪♪ ♪♪

Another round,
if you please?

♪♪ ♪♪

WARD: Evening, Red.

Well, now.

Evenin’, Deputy.

What are you drinking?

Bob, get this man a drink.

You hold that drink, Bob.

Red, you’ll be coming
with us, now.

You’re under arrest.

For what?

For killing a man
in cold blood.

FINNEGAN: Killin’?

I’ve never killed a soul
in my life!

What are you talkin’
about deputy?

Are you sayin’ you never
robbed those stagecoaches?

Are you crazy?

Only a fool courtin’ death
would try that!

You might as well come
clean, Red.

We’re taking you in one way
or the other.

I ain’t admittin’
to things I ain’t done!

[GRUNTING]

FINNEGAN: Get offa me!

♪♪ ♪♪

Well, now, I might’ve
helped myself to a few things.

WARD: As I said, we’re taking
you in one way or the other.

♪♪ ♪♪

Hold up there, Deputy.

Things aren’t quite
as they appear.

Now, Red, obviously,

you’ve always been our number
one suspect.

Why wouldn’t you be?

You’re a professional thief.

Right after the robberies,

you came into this
very bar with a wad of cash,

buying everybody drinks.

I’m a friendly guy.

ARTHUR: Sure you are,

but you got to admit,
it’s mighty suspicious

being that flush with cash
right after the robberies.

I earned that
money fair and square.

ARTHUR: Stealing goods and
selling stolen property.

Now, the one thing I couldn’t
figure out

was why would you
steal the contracts of Marquis.

That’s worthless paper
to a thief.

I never stole no
contracts from no one.

ARTHUR: No, you didn’t.

Because the person that did...

did so because he has a grudge
with the Marquis.

Isn’t that right,

Maunders?

What are
you talking about?

You took those contracts right
after you stole the money.

Those contracts are of
no value to you.

That’s not the actions
of a thief.

That’s sabotage.

That’s personal.

See, a man like Finnegan,

given the chance he
would empty the pockets of

every single man in this room

except his own,
so I had to think.

How would a thief stay
two steps ahead?

By picking his own pockets,

knowing his boss
will refill them.

And those lockboxes on
the stagecoach,

well, that was your idea,
wasn’t it?

Yet somehow the bandit always
knew exactly where they were.

WARD: Arthur, you
sure about this?

ARTHUR: We were too focused on
Finnegan because

we wanted it
to be Finnegan.

But Maunders here, well, he’s
been flush with cash as well.

Heck, just the other day,
I saw him

pay off his entire
debt to Joe Ferris.

You have no idea what
you’re talkin’ about, Packard!

♪♪ ♪♪

The way I see it,

you had a pretty good racket
goin,’ Maunders.

You were bleeding the Marquis
books on one end

and stealing from
the tourists in the other.

Until you got sloppy
with your stagecoach robberies,

killed a man,
and got fired from the job.

WARD: That’s making
a lot of sense, men.

You ain’t
got a lick of proof.

♪♪ ♪♪

’Fraid I’d intended
this for someone else.

You’re under arrest Maunders,
for robbery and murder.

[DOOR BURSTS OPEN]

Did you catch the thief?!

♪♪ ♪♪

Deputy!!

[GUNSHOTS]

♪♪ ♪♪

I owe you, Sir.

♪♪ ♪♪

Well done, deputy.

Justice is served.

Now, what to do
with Mr. Finnegan?

♪♪ ♪♪

MARQUIS: Congratulations,
Packard,

excellent work.

Thank you, Sir.

I’m afraid, however,
that I must scale back

the stagecoach company.

I’ve had some unforeseen
circumstances with some

investments and must prioritize

other ventures for a time.

So it’s done, then?

Scaling back, I said.

I remain confident in its
potential, but

the expansion
will have to wait.

I’ll keep a single line to
the Black Hills

under your management.

I won’t just hand you
the building

for such meager effort
but perhaps in time.

I’ll manage it for now.

Tres bien.

You know,

in light of recent events,

I think my expertise
might lie elsewhere.

And where is that?

Law enforcement.

Law must come to Medora some
day, mustn’t it?

Some day.

But not today.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

Well, I’ll be.

ARTHUR: Mister Roosevelt?

My brother, Elliott,
got his wish,

a beautiful baby girl.

That’s wonderful, sir

I thought I’d let you know.

I sent word back to New York.

I’ll be returning in the winter,

just after the round up to

spend Christmas with
my daughter.

That’s a fine plan, a fine plan
indeed, Mister Roosevelt.

Oh, what was the name?

Your niece, did they decide
upon a name?

They did.

Eleanor.

Eleanor.

Eleanor Roosevelt.

♪♪ ♪♪