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(Indistinct chattering)

(Piano music playing)

We have to get going.

It'll be dark soon.
We have to get going now.

No, I know. I--
I'm just not feeling so good.

What are you doing?

You can tell a lot
from the pupillary exam.

What?
Your eyes are clear.

You should be fine.
I think it's a fever.

Nope. Cool as a corpse.
I think you'll be okay, Will.

Okay, look, the truth is
I can't go with you.

(Sighing)

Why not?

It's just
the whole situation.

I don't think
I can manage it.

I never thought
I'd hear you say that.

It's just I've never done
anything like this before, okay?

It's like any case.

We go, we observe,
we react.

Are you afraid someone
will spot you?

(Snapping fingers)
Yes. That may happen.

But it's not as if
your cover can be blown.

That's not a concern
in this case.

No, I guess not.

Think there'll be a fight?

Ooh, several.
Guaranteed.

I just don't know
if I can handle it.

I mean, it's going to be
a long night.

Please, Will.
Please, you can do this.

You are smart,

and able to read
situations,

and adjust accordingly
to the circumstance.

Really?
Really.

Never thought I'd hear you
say that.

Can we please just go
before we run out of time?

(Sighing)

All right.

But I know I'm going
to regret this.

I'm beginning to think
I might too.

(Men laughing
and chattering)

WILL: It's this way, right?
KATE: Yeah, come on.

MAN 1:
Your skills shall,

like a star
in the darkest night,

strike fiery off, indeed.

MAN 2:
You mock me, sir?

MAN 1:
No, by this hand.

Give them the foils,
young Osric.

Cousin Hamlet,
do you know the wager?

Very well, my Lord.

(Snoring)
MAN 1:
This is too heavy.

Let me see another.

MAN 2:
This likes me well.

Give me the cups.

Let the kettle
to the trumpet speak.

You enjoy this?

It's Shakespeare.

I can't understand
a damn word.

Neither can I,
with you prattling on in my ear.

MAN:
Now the king drinks to Hamlet.

Hamlet!
ALL:
Hamlet!

Come, begin.

And you, the judges,
bear a wary eye.

Come on, sir.

Come, My Lord.

(Both grunting)

Grown men
dressed as clowns

play-fighting
with toy swords.

Hamlet is meant to appeal
to your melancholy humours.

I got better than that
to help me with some dumb play.

MAN:
You but dally!

Have at you now!

Oh! Oh!

(Audience laughing)
(Both shouting)

To Lord Shakespeare.

May he rest in peace

and never write
another stupid line.

Shh.

MAN:
Part them! They are incensed!

Oh!

Nay! Come again!

(Gasping)

How does the queen?

She swoons
to see them bleed.

No. No, the drink.

The drink.

Oh, my dear Hamlet,
the drink.

I am poisoned!

(Applause)

(Gasping and wheezing)

(Audience laughing)

All right!

(Gasping)
WOMAN:
My God.

He's frothing.
MAN 1:
Speak to us.

WOMAN 1: What is it?
WOMAN 2: He's not breathing.

My God!

(Gasping)

(Screaming)

He's dead! My God!

Not part of the play?

Not part of the play.

MAN:
My actors are convinced
that Tom was poisoned,

and one of them is next.

They're panicking.

Tell them to calm down,
Mr. Mowbray.

Please. Thaddeus.
We don't even know

if Tom died of poisoning.

And why would they think
that they would be next?

Actors are, uh, nervous,
superstitious.

There's nothing superstitious
about an apoplexy.

Apoplexy?
A sudden internal bleeding,

particularly fatal if the
bleeding occurs in the brain.

So poor Tom
wasn't murdered?

I didn't say that.

Did Tom have trouble
with anyone in the cast?

No, no. He was a fine lad.
Well liked.

Money problems?
Family problems?

Lady problems?

Not that I was
aware of.

Well, someone planted
the poison.

You just said
he wasn't poisoned.

Actually,
she said that.

Actually, I didn't say that.
I said that we don't know yet.

Poison is very hard to detect
in the body.

When did Tom
join the cast?

Same as everyone:
four months ago in Chicago.

If they could read,
I hired them.

So, you'll take the case?

If it's murder.

It's murder.

Body tensed postmortem.

Muscle spasms on stage.

Gasping, frothing.

Obviously poisoning.

Where are the cups?
There.

Huh. Empty.
They drank it all.

They drank nothing.

The cups were always empty.

Had me fooled.

Now that's what you call
good acting.

(Sniffing)

Hmm. Alcohol.
Bourbon, I think.

Tom was a bit of a drinker.

How big of a bit?

A lot. I told him
two weeks ago

that if he didn't stop,
he was out.

As far as I know,
he's been dry since.

Guess good actors
can fool you.

What are you doing?

Small amounts of arsenic,

even strychnine,
aren't dangerous.

We ingest trace amounts
of them all the time.

Water, shellfish.

Hmm. Bitter.

See for yourself.

I'll take your word
for it.

Bitterness suggests
strychnine.

WILL:
Exactly. He was poisoned.

Strychnine symptoms
are very similar to tetanus.

Spasms, stiffness.

We'll know soon.

Will, hand me my bag.

(Blowing)

The Marsh test.
Add zinc into acid...

I hope you don't store
this 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?

Based on Hings' symptoms,

it can only be strychnine
or tetanus.

And there is a test
for tetanus.

So if it's not tetanus,

then we know he was
poisoned with strychnine.

So we're getting there.

You are. St. Louis.

Dr. Savage is waiting
at the college.

So I'm going by myself?

Not exactly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(Whistling)

Porter.

Would you please put this body
on the 3:10 to St. Louis?

My apologies.
My nerves.

It's not every day
I meet a Pinkerton detective.

A woman detective,
no less.

I'm so impressed.

I bet you have
some stories to tell.

I'm hoping you do, too.

What was the question
again?

What can you tell me
about Mr. Hings?

Right. Right.

I didn't really know
Mr. Hings.

My husband, Lionel,
knew him better.

But I know
that Mr. Hings drank.

Though I think
that problem was over.

And who was he friends with?

I think he took a shine
to Robert.

Hings? Couldn't bear the man.

So you weren't close?

Certainly not.

But you drank with him?

Never. Thaddeus was strict
about Hings not drinking.

Everybody knew
he had a problem.

Lionel, though, continued
to ply him with whisky.

So they were close?

Quite the contrary.

Lionel shared his liquor

because he was trying
to get Hings

kicked out of the troupe.

So you were using alcohol
as a weapon.

Well, in a manner of speaking,
I suppose.

But I didn't kill him.

Oh, no one's saying
you did.

But you didn't like him.

He was having an affair
with my wife.

I wanted him to lose his job,
not his life.

But you did give him
that liquor.

I certainly did not.

It was someone else's.

You failed to mention
your affair with Mr. Hings.

Because it was over.

But your husband knew about
the affair and gave him liquor?

Yes. And yes.

But he's no killer.

Then where did Tom's liquor
come from?

I found this bottle
of okra bourbon in his tent.

Did your husband
give that to him?

Definitely not.

How could you be so sure?

I saw that bottle
in Rudy's tent.

Rudy? When?

Last night.

So you and Rudy...

That's why I broke up
with Tom.

So first you have an affair
with Tom, then with Rudy.

Then Tom drank from a bottle
of bourbon in Rudy's tent,

and now he's dead.

But Rudy would never...

Would he?

Was there bad blood between them
because of you?

A little.

A lot.

No bad blood. None.

But this your bottle
of bourbon?

The drunk must have sneaked
into my tent and stole it.

I found this vial
of strychnine in your tent.

You were in my tent?

The tent belongs to Thaddeus.
He invited me in.

Why do you have poison?

We park in fields
and forests.

Mice. They eat everything.
Ask anyone.

WILL:
Autopsy results. Stop.

No tetanus. Stop.

Conclusion...

Strychnine poisoning.

Uh, excuse me?
I need to send a response.

Going to arrest Rudy tonight.
Stop.

Thank you.

(Man screaming)

Help! Help!

Aah!

Help! Help!

Aah!

THADDEUS:
Oh, my God.

FLORENCE:
Rudy's been stabbed!

THADDEUS:
Rudy!

Oh!

KATE:
It doesn't look too bad, Rudy.

Stay still.

(Rudy groaning)

You were lucky that wound
wasn't any deeper.

I can't say that getting
knifed in the back

makes me feel
particularly lucky.

But I suppose you're right.

You mind passing me that?

Medicinal purposes
and all.

Hmm.

So, tell me what happened
when you were attacked, Rudy.

What did you see?

Nothing but the inside
of my eyelids.

I was dead asleep in the tent
when I got shanked.

The bloody coward ran off

before I even knew
I had a blade in my back.

Who would want
to hurt you?

Beats the hell out of me.

I'm an easygoing fella.
I don't make waves.

Seems as though Mr. Hings drank
poison that was meant for you.

Poor bastard.

I hope you're stealing booze
in heaven, buddy.

Then the killer returned
to jam a knife in my spine.

I reckon somebody
don't like me so much.

Who?

Well, I'm not one
to point the blame,

but...
Go on.

Robert's been testy with me
since the tour started.

Sometimes he takes it
too far.

How so?

Well, he shoots his mouth off
about how I have no business

working with the great
Robert Burgess.

I saw him do Hamlet
in New York

when he was a bigwig.

He ain't so special.

Hmm.

The enemy of art
must be thwarted, Mrs. Warne.

Hear, hear.
Thwarted fully and utterly.

Hear, hear.

We don't know
that the attacker

was an enemy
of the arts, per se.

He or she may simply have been
an enemy of Tom or Rudy.

Or both.
FLORENCE:
Poor Tom.

Such a lovely man.

With such soft hands.

And Rudy,
so quick with a joke.

That rakish grin,
those sturdy thighs.

Who would want to harm
two such vibrant, virile men

at the peak of their--?

They were hardly saints,
Florence.

That doesn't mean
I would wish harm upon them.

I myself am a vibrant,
virile man.

Who knows? Perhaps I'm next
on the killer's list.

Does this knife
look familiar to any of you?

ROBERT:
That's my knife.

And do you have any idea
how your knife

became embedded
in Rudy's shoulder?

Of course not.

I do know if I was going
to stab somebody,

I wouldn't be
so dimwitted

as to conveniently leave it
dangling there

like a signed confession.

Are you arresting me?

No.

Good.

WILL:
And you suspect this
Robert Burgess is responsible?

Well, the knife is his.
He admitted to it.

But a killer
wouldn't be so forthcoming.

Perhaps
that's his strategy.

What do the others
say about him?

Not much. Unfortunately,
Mr. Burgess isn't well liked,

and he certainly
won't be talking to me again.

Yeah, you seem to have
that way with people.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Uh, that you're honest.

And that you don't
mince your words.

And that you're a good cook?

Hmm.

Perhaps you'll fare better
with Mr. Burgess.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.

Gather round, everybody.

Gather round.

What is it, Thaddeus?

Have they caught
the killer?

THADDEUS:
Not yet.

Nevertheless,
the show must go on.

Now, Tom Hings' passing
has left a void.

But today, that void
has been filled.

The newest member
of our ensemble:

Bo Hanks.

Hi, folks.

Good God.

Oh, my.

Now, take him under your wing,
teach him his cues.

Another amateur.
Fabulous.

I am so excited
to be working with your folks.

I'm a big fan.

Especially of yours,
Mr. Burgess.

Your Horatio
was a revelation, sir.

I was hoping
we could run lines together.

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...

Excuse me. Just...

(Gargling)

(Coughing)

I'm sorry.
I choked on my water.

(Coughing)

That ever happen to you?
No.

(Sighing)

I don't know why I thought
I could do this.

It's just, I spent my whole life
in this crap town,

and when I saw you folks
on stage, you were like...

You were like gods to me.

Well, you've certainly
got the temperament for drama.

I come from humble beginnings
myself, Bo.

It isn't easy
living the creative life.

But if you truly love
the theatre,

don't give up on yourself
so quick.

Again.

BOTH:
La, la, la, la...

New actor?

Thaddeus brought him in
to replace Tom.

Robert seems to have
taken him under his tutelage.

I surely could teach
that young buck

a thing or two.

My wife is endlessly generous
with her considerable talents.

So you want to get
that movement.

Now try.
Mae, ma, mi, ma, moo.

Is Robert
an experienced teacher?

Oh, I'm sure he won't
steer the lad wrong.

(Humming)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Robert may be a snob,

but one cannot dismiss
his obvious gift.

He's a thespian of substance.

Where does he hail from?

Indiana.
You're mistaken, my sweet.

He told me Louisiana.

My memory's
better than hers.

Which hardly explains why you
flub your lines so persistently.

BOTH:
Mae, ma, mi, ma...

(Both shouting)

(Both grunting)

Acting is so glamorous.

It's a calling,
my boy.

They are so good.

These people are hacks.

Death...

Then why do you
travel with them?

My journeys have brought me
more cruel torments

than were suffered
by King Lear.

That would make
a good Shakespeare play.

I used to be
a celebrity, Bo.

Showered with applause in
the world's greatest theatres.

Lauded as a master
of the stage.

I've bedded princesses.

I've dined
with presidents.

Now you're pulling my leg.

Now I live in a tent,
like a barbarian.

RUDY:
Than with that hand

that cut thy youth in twain

to sunder his
that was thine enemy?

Oh, happy dagger.

Here is thy sheath.

There rust.

(Gasping)

And let me die.

And curtain!

Could you feel
my heart pounding

as I lay upon you,
feigning death?

LIONEL:
Oh, was that your heart,
my sweet?

I thought it was mine own.

Lionel.

(Growling)

(Chuckling)

They're an odd pair
of lovebirds.

THADDEUS:
That's an understatement.

Florence runs around,
Lionel pretends to care,

and then all is forgiven
by the next day.

I believe the only man here

who Florence
hasn't bedded yet

is Robert.

KATE:
Mr. Burgess?

How much do you know
about him?

Why?

Are you leaning towards him
as a possible suspect?

There's some discrepancies
in Robert's story.

Has he ever mentioned
where he grew up?

Virginia, I think.

Oh. I've heard otherwise
from other sources.

You know, there was a peculiar
incident I recall.

We played a little stint
in Dubuque,

where a bartender
approached Robert.

And?

The bartender
kept calling Robert "Ed."

He kept insisting
that he knew him,

and that his name was Ed.

Robert became very uncomfortable
and left the tavern soon after.

Mr. Burgess has given
three different stories

to three different people
regarding his hometown.

The guy's way too big
for his britches.

He keeps slagging
other actors,

telling tales about
what a big man he used to be.

If he's so accomplished,

what's he doing with
a second-rate troupe like this?

Got to make a living.
Take a look at me.

I thought you were
enjoying this.

In a couple of hours I'm going
to be dressed up like a clown,

acting like an idiot.

Oh, so you can just
act like yourself?

Let's just stick to Robert.

If you insist.

In any event, we need to sift
the truth from Robert's lies.

Sounds like fun.
What's the 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...

We don't have
that much time, though.

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?

How about this?

Hey, Ed!

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

That works too.

(Grunting)

Where you off to, Ed?

I haven't done anything.

Except poison Tom
and knife Rudy in the back.

You don't understand.

I'm the one they're really
trying to kill.

Who's trying to kill you?

Get off me.

You want up?
Tell us what's going on.

I can't.
Then we're staying put.

We have all day.

I am a hunted man.

By whom,
and for what purpose?

If you please.

(Sighing)

WILL:
Who are you, Ed?
Who are you?

Will Pinkerton, Pinkerton's
National Detective Agency.

Just as I thought.
You're no actor.

With a little more practice.

You're living
under an assumed name.

I have to. That poisoned liquor
was meant for me.

Right. And then your knife
ended up in Rudy's back.

How does that make you
the victim?

We can help you, but you have
to tell us who you are.

I can take care of myself.

WILL:
If what you say is true,

you'll be a hunted man
wherever you go.

This won't stop.

KATE:
My gut tells me we should
consider Robert.

WILL:
What? Why is that?

Robert's real name is Ed,
or Edmund, or what have you.

And apparently he's an actor
who's dined with presidents.

Clearly nothing he says
can be believed.

Well, I believed him.

He's an actor
playing another part.

We've all got secrets.
It doesn't make us all killers.

Well, now you've blown your
cover and he won't talk to us.

Well, if someone's trying
to kill him, we have to help.

Well, we don't know
who he is.

Then we best find that out.

He's going to be
on stage later.

Occupied the whole time.

See what you can find
in his tent.

Ugh! But I'll miss
your big theatre debut.

Well, your loss.

I'm ready to rip up
the scenery.

Well, don't hurt
yourself.

I shan't.

LIONEL:
Still I am called.

Unhand me, gentlemen!

By heavens,

I'll make a ghost
of he who lets me.

I say, away!

Go on.

I'll follow thee.

He waxes desperate
with imagination.

To what issue
will this come?

Ah!

Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark!

Heaven will direct it.

Nay!

Smells really bad.

(All laughing)

I pray you give me leave.

I will, my Lord.
I thank you.

Hold the door.

Oh, though vile king,

give me my father...

Did I knock them dead?
If your detective work

is as bad as your acting,
you're in real trouble.

Had that first little wave of
stage fright, but I got over it.

And I made them laugh.

Boy, comedy's hard.

We're doing Hamlet.

KATE:
The Presidential seal.

"To Edwin.

Forever in your debt.
A.L."

A.L.?

Abraham Lincoln.

(Loud clattering)

So, where was the last place
that you did Hamlet, exactly?

Chicago? Boston?
Uh, your cue's coming up.

Don't play me for a fool.

(Grunting)
Oh!

Come on.

Edwin Booth.

I should have known.

But who would ever expect
such a celebrated actor

to be part of such
a ragtag troupe?

Mr. Booth,
it's a real pleasure.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hundred nights Hamlet.
New York City. Last year.

I read you were brilliant.

Woman's gone mad.

You could say that.

But this tells me
otherwise.

I picked it up in pawn.

I don't think so.

In fact, President Lincoln
gave this to you

when you saved his son
Robert's life

on that train platform
in Jersey City in '64.

"Forever in your debt"?

That young man would have died
but for your heroic save.

But nobody remembers that.

All they know of me
is my brother.

Edwin Booth?

Brother of John Wilkes Booth,

the man who killed
the President?

He was my estranged brother,
and I disowned him.

And you saved
the President's son's life?

I'm well aware of the irony.

WILL:
Who's trying to kill you?

If I knew that,
I wouldn't be here

in this two-bit sideshow,
now would I?

The President's
assassination

must have been
uniquely difficult for you.

The crowds booed me
off the stage in Boston.

They ran me out of Chicago.

That brother of mine
has taken my life.

I can no longer
hold my head up in society.

MAN:
Horatio, one minute!

If you'll excuse me,
dear madam.

So, what's your gut
telling you now?

I hate to admit it,

but you were right.

(Exhaling)

Never thought I'd hear those
words coming out of your mouth.

Can I get them in writing?

That is one tortured man.

Where are you going?
To talk to Rudy.

Why?
Because Rudy saw Robert

play Hamlet
in New York City.

He knows he's Edwin Booth.

He must still be on stage.

You should hurry then.

Aren't you supposed
to be on stage?

I have a little time.

To be...

or not to be.

That is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune,

or take arms...

I didn't take this guy
for the neat and orderly type.

Not all men are slobs
like you, Will.

Who said I'm a slob?

And how do you know
what my rooms look like?

You've been snooping
around those, too?

I don't believe this!
You were in my room?

What'd you find?

Nothing of interest.
Trust me.

The woman's
snooping in my room.

I'm a private investigator,
Will.

I wanted to know
who I was working with.

You could have just
asked me for the key.

I would have given it
to you.

Do you notice
something funny?

Besides you?
Stop.

Look.

Is that blood?

You take this with you
everywhere you go?

Hemoglobin oxidizes
hydrogen peroxide.

And that means what,
exactly?

Apply a small amount.

If it's blood,
the peroxide will bubble up.

Voil.

That's a blood stain.

You sure?

A German scientist
discovered the technique in '63.

Where's Edwin's knife?

(Laughing)

Yup.

Rudy set the knife here and then
he stabbed himself in the back.

He wanted to make it look like
someone else attacked him.

That is determination.

Or desperation.

MAN:
Marcellus, one minute!

That's you.
You're Marcellus.

Oh, right.

(Groaning)

Well, My Lord,

if he steal aught the whilst
this play is playing,

and 'scape detecting,
I will pay the theft.

They come to see the play.
I must be idle.

Get you a place.

How fares
our cousin Hamlet?

Excellent, good...

(Sniffing)
What's that smell?

Uh, something is rotten
in the state of Denmark?

(Both sniffing)

That's kerosene.

Kate's in there!

Kate!
(Both coughing)

Where are you?
I can't see?

I'm over here.

(All coughing)

Are you all right?

(All chattering)

How did this happen?
We smell kerosene.

Someone deliberately
set fire to the tent.

Bo's been undercover

trying to find out
who poisoned Tom Hings.

And I played my part
in that undercover plan.

LIONEL:
Undercover?

What does that
even mean?

FLORENCE:
Surreptitiously, dear.

He's a detective.

Well, that explains
your acting abilities.

Oh, yeah?
And what's your excuse?

Whoever poisoned Tom Hings
just tried to kill us.

Robert Burgess.

What?

I just helped save your life!

That's because you were almost
caught red-handed

starting the fire.

You had no choice
but to help us.

This is absurd!

Tom was always
so kind to you.

I didn't kill Tom!
I liked him!

You didn't like Tom.

ROBERT:
You don't like anybody.

That is true.

If I killed everyone
I didn't like,

you'd all be dead.

Take your hands off of me!

You're lucky
I'm a law-abiding man!

Robert.
What?

You, sir, are fired.

You're not a prisoner.

Keeping you here
for your protection, Mr. Booth.

If you know Rudy did it,
why can't you just arrest him?

We can't. All of the evidence
that proved Rudy stabbed himself

burned down with his tent.

We have nothing to convict him
yet, so we can't arrest him.

The theatre troupe will
be leaving town

later today,
along with Rudy.

Are you just going
to let him go?

Well, currently we don't have
another choice.

(Snapping fingers)

If we make Rudy believe
that the sheriff released you,

he'll try to kill you again.

Clearly.
So we draw him out.

And when he tries to kill
you again, we arrest him.

This is your plan?

I'm to be human bait?

It's good, isn't it?

I've spent the past six months
running from my once-good name.

I will not do this
anymore.

Of course, Mr. Booth.

Would you excuse us
for a moment?

That's an awfully
risky plan.

It could work. And right now
it's our only option.

No. We're going to have
to talk him into it.

I can talk.

Mr. Booth?

He took my gun.
(Horse galloping and whinnying)

There goes your horse.
What?!

I'll saddle one of mine.

Hurry now, people.
We must head out within the hour

if we are to make it
to Omaha by sundown.

Thaddeus,
might I have a word?

(Sighing):
A brief word.

Now that Robert
is no longer with us,

I was wondering if maybe
I should take over his roles.

Lionel, your ambition

outshines your talent.

Do you really think you could
fill Robert's shoes onstage?

The man's gift
is unparalleled.

But he's a murderer.

Talented murderer.

Oh, Lionel. Cheer up.

You're a fine
utility actor,

and there is no shame
in that.

Oof.
RUDY:
Sorry.

THADDEUS:
What are you doing?

You're supposed
to be packing up.

You said I could have
Robert's tent.

I'm getting rid of his stuff.
Well, be quick about it.

We leave within the hour.

(Gun cocking)

Find anything interesting?

It's the world-famous
Edwin Booth.

So you do know who I am.

But who are you?

Just a devoted follower.

Out.
Where are we going?

To end this.

(Horse whinnying)

Who sent you
to find me?

Nobody.
I came on my own accord.

You wanted
to single-handedly

avenge the death
of President Lincoln.

You're either an extremist
or a damn fool.

Yeah, well, I never much
cared for politics.

Then you're the fool.

Stop.

Turn around.

I'm guilty of nothing
but association.

My brother killed the President.
Not me.

I know. I was there.

WILL:
Whoa. My horse.

Booth's here somewhere.

He's going after Rudy.

What do you mean
you were there?

At Lincoln's
assassination?

Well, I wasn't exactly there,
but I was supposed to be.

Get your lies straight

before I shoot you
between the eyes, Rudy.

My name is John Parker.

Lincoln's bodyguard.

You were assigned to protect
the President. At the theatre,

except you were drinking
in the tavern across the street.

Have you seen Robert?

I thought you took him
into custody.

Is he here?
Is he after me now?

Just tell me
where I can find Rudy.

Whoa.

There's no sign
of either of them.

They're on foot.
They can't have gone far.

Why do you want
to kill me?

Because your brother
ruined my life.

Ruined your life?

People blame me
for my brother's deeds.

You blame me.
If you'd just done your job--

Your brother
would still be dead.

But I wouldn't
have lost everything.

Well, I guess
we're even then.

(Spitting)
Not yet, we're not.

(Gunshot, horse whinnying)

WILL:
Whoa!

KATE:
Rudy, stop!

Get out of my way,
Pinkerton!

You don't want
to kill anyone.

Yes, I do.

Stop.

(Both grunting)

(Exclaiming)

I warned you to stop.

Look, I understand.

You just want
your life back.

(Sighing)

Give me my gun.

Thank you.

(Rudy groaning)

(Panting)

WILL:
That is quite the jump
you took from your horse.

KATE:
Well, when I was
a trick rider,

I had to learn
to fall off a horse.

WILL:
You were a trick rider?

Wait, is that before or after
you learned how to cook?

Ow.
Here, let me help you.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

I can manage.

Well, that's obvious.

Thank you.

So, you provided protection
for President Lincoln?

I did. I was on a train
to Washington

for his inauguration.

The rumour was that he would
be assassinated in Baltimore,

so your father devised a plan
where Lincoln would pose

as my sickly brother.

Got him safely through
to the Capitol.

I didn't sleep a wink
that night.

- Well, we never sleep.
- No.

- What was he like?
- Lincoln?

He was very gracious.

Intelligent. Principled.

Very brave man.

In a way,
so was Edmund Booth.

The terrible turn
his life took.

The guilt
he had to live with.

He never gave up.

The show must go on.

Is that what they say?

And then there's
John Parker.

Abandoning Lincoln
was his choice.

But he had no idea
what would happen.

Neither did you
on the train to Washington.

You never left
Lincoln's side.

I was just doing my duty.

"That and all things
will we show our duty."

I thought you didn't
understand Shakespeare.

I don't.

Ow.

ANNOUNCER:
Next week, on The Pinkertons.

MAN:
A friend of mine was murdered.

I will need to find
his killer.

Somebody drove a fence nail
right there.

WILL:
A horse thief, a forger
and a bald-faced liar.

You ask me,
they're all suspects.

Even Kenji.

There was someone hanging around
the hotel that night,

acting suspicious.

- Who?
- Some Chinese fella.

That man is lying
about everything.