All language subtitles for the.pinkertons.s01e01.dvdrip.x264-ghouls.eng

(Whistle blowing)

Now!

(Metal screeching)

Come on, boys!

(Indistinct shouting)

Move it! Move it!

(Man yelping)

Well, good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Listen up.

May I have your attention,
please?

Don't move.

Money, watches, jewellery.

(Woman screaming)

Everyone cooperates...

nobody dies.

MAN 2: Take that.
MAN 3: Come on.

Put it here. Come on!
Here, here.

MAN 1: Take it all, boys.
Hey! Put it in there!

MAN 1:
Take everything they got.

Let's go.

Hurry up. Let's go.
Got to go!

(Man laughing)

(Yelping)
(Man whooping)

What do we have here?

Get out.

This here is a Yankee
sharpshooter.

How many of my brothers
did you put in their grave?

Not enough.

(Cocking gun hammer)

(Bell clanging)

(Indistinct chattering)

MAN:
Hyah! Hyah!

(Indistinct chattering)

Hey, boys.

Anything else?

MAN:
All right, let's see them.

Three kings.
Oh, damn.

(Laughing)

How much do I owe you?

Well, Malone...

10.

I'm just getting
some money.

WAITRESS:
Here you go, boys.

(Man laughing)

Square?

Square, candle man.

Outside.

MAN:
Whoa!

Ooh.

(Breathing heavily)

Now.

(Spitting)

Leave it.

PATRON:
One more round.

Did you have to hit me
so hard?

It had to look real.

What the hell are you doing
in Kansas City anyway?

Aren't you supposed
to be in Chicago?

I'm asking the questions,
and the question is:

what are you doing
in Kansas City,

apart from drinking,
whoring, gambling?

I'm not drunk.

I'm making connections,
meeting lowlifes,

trying to figure out who's
been knocking over the banks.

Like we agreed.

Well, you can add
train robbery to your list.

What? Who robs a train?

That's what you're supposed
to be figuring out.

But it looks like you haven't
made any progress at all.

Oh, oh,
you want progress.

Oh.

Missouri Railroad
money.

How much do you want to bet that
it's connected to the robbery?

Where'd you get this?

One of my many
connections.

Except you had no idea
about the train robbery.

So it's just pure
dumb luck.

(Sighing)

You know, Father,

you can be a real son--

Oh, before I forget,

your ma's shortbreads.

And she's worried to death
about you too, you know.

Uh, it's a wee bit
crumbled.

I'm sorry. I sat on it
on the train.

The governor hired
the Pinkertons

to solve this string
of robberies, you see.

I thought you could at least
identify the culprits.

Huh?

But I was wrong,

and so I've brought someone else
in on the case.

I don't need anyone
taking over my investigation.

I am making progress, okay?
It just takes time.

Well, time is something
we don't have.

And so I've got my best man
on the job.

Well, what's his name?

Warne.

Kate Warne.

Kate!

A-- a woman?

You're replacing me
with a woman?

You're joking, right?

You know I never joke.

(Sighing)

Behave yourself.

Well, you haven't uttered
a word since she got here.

What the hell
is she doing?

ALLAN:
She's investigating the area.

Searching for evidence.

There's nothing
a woman can teach me.

Who's ever heard
of a lady detective, anyway?

No one.
That's the point.

Why didn't you tell me
about her?

Because I knew
you'd react this way.

Need I remind you

that Governor Fletcher
is unhappy

with the way in which
our investigation is proceeding?

WILL:
And so replacing me with a woman
is my punishment?

ALLAN:
Would it make you feel better

if I replaced you
with a man?

Yes, it would.

I found something.

A button.
Congratulations.

It's rubber.
Non-reflective.

Used on sharpshooters'
jackets to prevent glare.

So?

It says N.R. Co.

Novelty Rubber
Company.

They only made buttons
for the North.

First United States
Sharpshooters.

So our victim
was a Union soldier

coming home from the war.

And likely killed
because of it.

And how do you
know that?

Witnesses on the train say
the victim caused no trouble.

Since Union sharpshooters were
hated by Confederate soldiers,

it's likely our killer
was a Confederate bushwhacker

looking for revenge.
Bushwhacker.

So maybe this robbery
is politically motivated.

It's a possibility
we should consider,

given the current
circumstances.

Ha!

Now we've got something.

See?

Wee Willy,
would you kindly escort

Mrs. Warne to her
accommodations?

(Will grunting)

WILL:
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?

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.

Have you noticed something,
Will?

No.

Your father had told me
this house hadn't had a renter

in six months,
yet no cobwebs,

no dust on the floor
needing sweeping.

Curious.

How long have you worked
for the Pinkertons, Miss Warne?

Since '56.
And it's Mrs. Warne.

Oh. And where's
Mr. Warne?

Dead.

Oh.

Uh, my regrets.

Yes, well,
what we need to do

is lure these bushwhackers
out of hiding.

How?

Allan mentioned you may
have money from the robbery?

Allan?

That is his name.

Agents call him
Mr. Pinkerton.

The money?

Right.
I have the serial numbers

from the money that was stolen
from the train.

It's from the robbery.

What was the name of the man
who gave you this note?

Malone.

It's on me, candle man.

Thanks.

It's the least I could do
before you hang.

What are you
yakking about?

That money I won from you
at poker.

Ain't counterfeit.
It's good money.

Oh, the hell it is.

I went to settle my debt
at the hotel office.

They wouldn't take it on account
the police are looking for money

issued by
the Missouri Railroad.

If you're a train robber,
you're going to hang.

Didn't rob no train.

Then where the hell
did you get that bill?

I don't know.
Don't remember.

That's too bad.

Because you could make a lot
of money if you did remember.

Then train robbers
got 35,000 railroad dollars,

and they need to get rid of it
smarter than passing it on

to poker losers
like you.

They need someone to buy it
with US cash money

and then move it.

Nebraska, Dakota,
maybe even Texas.

But you don't got
no cash money to buy it.

But I know someone
who does.

Your cut would be 3 cents
on the dollar.

You do the figures
on that one, Malone?

That's $1,050.

And to get it,

all you got to do is set up
a little greeting

between me and your
train-robbing pals.

KATE:
You move and I shoot.

No need to shoot, ma'am.
No need.

Put your hands
in the air.

You don't strike me

as the type of person
to shoot a man in the back.

(Gun clicks empty)

Oh, a .44.

My opinion:

those big things
loosen up too much.

Let me see it.
Stay where you are.

Oh, uh, this ain't
what you think.

I'm just pulling up
some rock from your porch.

Stay where you are.

Now, see, the wedge pin
is loose.

The chamber and the barrel
have moved forward.

And the hammer can't get a good
hit at the percussion cap.

There.
Should be fine.

(Gunshot)

You can put
your hands down.

Thank you.

You would be?

John Bell.
I care for the property

in exchange for space
in the tack room.

I'm Mrs. Warne.

Not to sound ungrateful,
Mr. Bell,

but I came here for quiet.

Fully understand.

I'll stay out of your way.

The war caused a terrible
conflagration in the state.

It may be over,

but the embers are still
burning red-hot.

I'll be fine.

Candle man said
you wanted to talk.

So talk.

You're giving
your stolen money

to a bunch of two-bit
peckerwoods.

Lucky for you fellas,

I know a woman by the name
of Mrs. Cordelia Fisk.

She's the daughter
of a rich man,

which in turn makes her
a rich woman.

Never heard of her.

Her husband fought
in the 5th Georgia Cavalry.

One day he stumbled
upon a group of Yankees

arguing who
the better shot was.

So began her widowhood.

Yankee vermin
made widows and orphans

out of half the south.

(Spitting)

That's right.

As a consequence,
she's eager to help your cause.

She'll take
your railroad money

and give you money
that you can now use.

Won't even charge you
a penny.

But you will.

That's what I do.

Twenty cents
on the dollar.

And that's a bargain.

Where is this fancy Georgia
widow lady?

She's here.
Visiting a sick aunt.

Can't say for how long,
though.

And where did you fight
during the war?

I was young, but I joined
the 12th Virginia.

Fought at the siege
of Petersburg.

Then you must have known
Brigadier Lewis Armistead.

No, I didn't.

He died at Pickett's Charge.
Gettysburg.

(Laughing)

We know where to find you.

Enjoy your day, fellas.

(Train bell clanging)

That aunt,
she still kicking?

No one invited me
to a funeral.

Then you'd better
put your boots on.

So...

turns out we're interested

in Mrs. Cordelia Fisk's offer
to exchange our money.

What's she getting
for that money?

We got something coming

that ain't just gonna
revenge the war.

It's gonna start it
all over again.

You can tell her that.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Your grandchildren are going
to read about this

in their history books.

The men are ready.

All you need to do is signal.
Shh!

Goddamn,
did you hear that?

Someone's out there.
You've been followed.

MAN:
Let's get after them, boys.

(Gunfire)

What the hell
is that fool doing?

He has ruined
the entire operation.

A plan is a plan.

Hey, you're always telling me
to use my brain.

Well, I used it.
Oh, you used it, all right.

And we lost them
right where we had them.

Excuse me--
But not all of them, okay?

They're talking about
doing something big.

Something that may
start up the war again.

We need to find out
what's going on.

There might be
other people involved.

That's all just talk!
And you fell for it.

Excuse me.

Will made a rational decision.

We'll know which of you is right
after they meet Mrs. Fisk.

(Sighing)

You guys got a key
or what?

We don't need one.

About that money.

Deal's off. It's too dangerous.
Your boss was followed.

He wasn't followed.

Well, it sure wasn't us.

Well, either you leave
or I do.

Fine.

Hey, hey, hey.

We're offering you 25 cents
on the dollar.

You deal with the widow
directly, I still get my cut.

That wasn't the plan.
It is now.

Okay.

Then let's meet
this Mrs. Fisk.

Fine.

But you've been warned.

She's a handful.

It's my own damn fault.

Or so his mother says.

When he was 13,

I had him helping
runaway slaves

escape to Canada.

And then he was talking
about enlisting.

So I took him
out of school,

had him help me
at the agency.

I put him in
a hot-air balloon,

way up there,

and had him surveil
Confederate troop movements

before the Battle
of Seven Pines.

(Allan laughing)

Your own son?

Well, somebody else's, maybe?

And all that excitement
made him the man he is today.

And now I'm paying the price
for it.

KATE:
We both are.

Allan, you don't need
to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

It's not you
I'm worried about.

KATE:
I don't think you give him
enough credit.

ALLAN:
We'll see about that.

(Piano music playing)

(Indistinct chattering)

SAM:
Is there a problem, Will?

No, no, no.
She's expecting us.

Well, why ain't
she here?

Uh, there she is.

Mrs. Fisk.

Mr. Smith.

Charmed to see you again.

Well, please,
have a seat.

Mrs. Fisk,
this is my associate.

Folks, what's your poison?

Beer.
Make that two.

Mint julep, please.

Now, Mr. Smith hasn't mentioned
your name for a good reason.

And I'm sure
you're a busy man.

So, to the point,

I am interested
in your enterprise.

I don't know what
you're talking about, ma'am.

We spoke of bushwhackers

loyal to the Confederacy.

I am willing
to assist that cause

in memory of my dear
departed husband.

But before I part
with my money, sir,

do me the courtesy
of sharing the details

of your enterprise.

If I tell you that I am
a bushwhacker,

I can hang.

If I tell you
about any so-called plans,

I can hang.

But if you trade your money
for mine,

you're going to be
very happy.

And I will not hang.

I just want to make sure that my
money's going to a worthy cause.

Avenging your husband's
murder, ma'am.

There's nothing
more worthy.

(Men laughing)

I can't wait for them
to get on that train back north.

All right, sir.
You've convinced me.

But I will have to wire home
for the money.

My daddy runs my affairs,

and he's likely to balk
at parting with it

without knowing fully
its purpose.

I've already explained
why I can't say, ma'am.

Yes, but what am I
to tell him?

You can tell him
to go to hell.

Well, I never!

Oh!

I'll see if I can't
settle her down.

Let her go.
Stay on your mark.

I--
Forget her.

There's other ways
to get that money.

Let's drink.

All right.

(Both laughing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hello, ma'am.

You're coming with us.

(Gunshot)

(Snoring)

(Sighing)

You know what, sugar?

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

Says it's urgent.

(Snoring continuous)

Do me a favour.

See that stern-looking gentleman
over there?

I want you to go
dump that beer on him

so's I can get out of here.

Anything for those lips.

Oh!

BELL:
And I thought you should know.

WILL:
Who put you up to this?

Nobody, sir.

Just concerned
about Mrs. Warne.

Those men were dangerous.
Why are you telling me?

You seem to be
her friend.

I didn't know
who else to tell.

Whoever said
we were friends?

I saw you at the farm.
I never saw you.

(Sighing)

Which way
did they take her?

Northwest. Can I help?

- I'm a good shot.
- Best to take care of myself.

I'm so sorry.
No, it's fine, it's fine.

Stop.

Away you go.

Uh, ahem. Miss, come here.

The next time...

my devious son
tries to bribe you,

you will come to me first.
Correct?

Did he tell you
where he was going?

He didn't tell me
nothing.

All right.

I don't know why
you need to shackle me.

We're on the same side.

I know, ma'am.

But I got my orders.

And what are those orders,
anyway?

Lady, if you try
anything funny,

then I got to kill you.

But I don't want to.

Then I guess I won't
try anything funny.

SAM:
What you got there, Roddy?

Sent the telegram
you gave me.

Think he'll come up
with the ransom?

If he wants to see
his daughter alive, he will.

And this came
from Crowell.

What's he saying, Sam?

SAM:
He's almost ready to do it.

What're you telling him?
What's that say?

I'm telling him
that he's going to have

the rest of his money soon.

And then we can revenge
those Yankee bastards.

Amen to that.

What the hell's he doing?

Oh, well,
you know him.

Thinks all the ladies
are sweet on him.

Why's he get
to guard her?

Because you gots
to go see Crowell

and take him that letter.

Yeah, but you know
how Jesse can be.

Temperamental with folks.

(Laughing)

What, you afraid he's gonna hurt
that pretty widow lady?

I'm just saying.

What are you
looking at, Roddy?

Looking at you,
lover boy.

Buy you a drink?

Sure.

And you are going
to tell me

where those train robbers
are holed up.

Why would I do
a thing like that?

(Laughing):
I don't know.

Because you need your hands
to make candles.

KATE:
There's no need for this, boys.

You ain't safe
with him, ma'am.

Given the chance, he would
surely do you a grave dishonour.

(Laughing)

Like you know anything
about honour.

You're just Sam's
illiterate pack mule.

(Grunting)

Gentlemen, please!

Jesse.

Take a breather.

Thank you.

He had me fearing
for my safety.

Was nothing.

Would you protect me
from him tonight?

I'll stick close by you
till morning.

Then I got to go
somewheres.

And where do you
have to go?

Well, I can't say,
ma'am.

I see.

(Gasping softly)

(Clicking tongue)

(Gasping)

(Grunting)

What are you doing here?

Rescuing you.

Do I look like
I need rescuing?

This is all part of my plan.
Oh, 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.

You're too slow.
Give me those.

I don't think so.
I'm in charge.

Ooh.

Which way?

WILL:
Oh, I thought
you were in charge.

KATE:
I am.

Now tell me which way.

You are one prickly woman,
you know that?

You have no idea.

WILL:
You see how the tracks
are fresher?

KATE: They are?
WILL: Mm-hmm.

They went that way.

So, you don't know
everything.

KATE:
Whoa.

WILL:
Now what?

It's Roddy's horse.

Let's go.

It's good.

What the hell's this?

Sam, wake up.

What the hell?

It's the widow.
I can't find her anywheres.

Looked high and low.
She's just gone.

Gone?

How could she be...?

That's a woman!

Woman or not,
she ain't here.

I don't like it.

Something going on?
Yeah.

But what?

We need to take care
of it.

Not yet.
First thing we got to do

is replace the ransom money
so that we can pay off Crowell.

Otherwise, we are failed
in our mission.

Well, I know
how we can get it.

MEN:
Hyah!

(Man hooting)

Hyah!

Driver, mind the ruts,
will you?

(Gunshots)
(Horses whinnying)

(Gunshot)

Hello, boys.

(Laughing)

(Door opening)

I'm glad to see
you're alive.

What about me?

What do you think?

You just don't want
to admit it.

I had a wee chat
with your friend Annalee,

and she'll no longer
be participating

in any of your shenanigans.

And this is a telegram
from the governor.

A stagecoach just got robbed
a couple of hours ago.

Guard was killed.

The question is:
are they your bushwhackers?

Maybe. We tracked one of them
back to some kind of workshop.

Where we found this.

There were maybe a dozen of them
lying on a bench.

We don't have any idea
what it is.

But we think they may
have something to do

with a man named Crowell.

Good God.

A man named Crowell

was responsible for thousands
of Union deaths in the war.

And his speciality...

(Sighing)

...is explosives.

We're too late.

What the hell?

It's wax.

He had adequate light
from the lamp.

Why burn all these candles?

Candles.

That's why the candle man had
some of that bushwhacker money.

This coal ash
wasn't here before.

Will, the bomb.

Allan, what does this
look like?

Coal.

Coal torpedoes.

The bombs are disguised
as lumps of coal.

Put one of these in a boiler
or a furnace...

And they'll blow sky-high.

Rumour has it one of those
sunk the Sultana.

1,700 Union soldiers dead.

Do you think he's targeting
another boat?

Could be anything
with a boiler.

Hospital, factory.

Train.

There's a train
full of Northern soldiers

leaving town
in 45 minutes.

WILL:
Up top! Bushwhackers!

Ah!

We are the Pinkertons!

Drop your guns

and throw your hands
up into the sky.

(Yelling)

(Grunting)

You okay, boss?

Don't you worry
about me.

You're the last man standing,
Jesse.

Get the hell out of here.

I'm a James boy.
I ain't a coward.

I said get.

(Gunshot)

ALLAN:
Never mind him. We've got to get
to that train.

I didn't see Roddy here.

He wasn't up there either.

He's the least
of our worries.

Let's go!

(Indistinct chattering)

MAN:
Get on board.

That's Roddy.

Crowell might be inside.

(Men whooping)

WILL:
Hands in the air, Roddy.

Do it.

Turn around slowly

and tell us
where Crowell is.

Who are you?

Pinkerton.

Allan Pinkerton.

This is my son, William.

And that's Mrs. Kate Warne.

She's a sharpshooter.

The Pinkertons
National Detective Agency.

I've read all about
your exploits in the newspaper.

You said you couldn't read.

What better cover
for a clever man

than to pose
as a simpleton.

Roddy is Crowell.

I guess I'm not
the only one here

pretending to be
something I'm not, am I?

Mrs. Cordelia.

Get away from
the coal carts, Crowell.

Slowly.

(Cocking gun hammer)
Hold your fire!

Hold your fire.
It's coal dust.

Start shooting,
everything goes sky-high.

Easy.

Easy.

That's it.

(Gun hammer cocking)

Ah!

(Groaning)

(Crowell panting)

Maybe you didn't hear,
Crowell.

The Pinkertons
always get their man.

(Laughing)

ALLAN:
He has his mother's smile.

And his father's
disposition.

Tonight's a night
for celebration, Mrs. Warne.

(Laughing)

We saved hundreds
of lives.

A drink for you both?

Oh. Just my luck.
Two teetotaling killjoys.

Fine then.

A toast to the Pinkertons,
and a job well done.

Chicago, here we come.

Now that I might drink to.
There's my girl.

Alas, Chicago will
have to wait.

What?

I want you to look around,
William.

Do you see what I see?

This territory is lawless.

It's one step from anarchy.

Political factions which
threaten the very stability

of our great nation,
the United States--

Save the speech
for the train ride home.

I don't care.
Well, I simply mean

to point out that
the Pinkertons

would not be at a loss
for clientele.

Huzzah for the Pinkertons.

Look, I just want to get back
to the big city

and back to Ma's shortbreads.

And I require trusted eyes
and ears in this city.

And so you will stay.

And Kate, you will be
his guiding hand.

My boss?

It's done, William.

I shall leave
the two of you

to hammer out
the particulars

of your situation.

Oh! I almost forgot.

Your mother made this
quilt for you

to keep you warm
on a winter night.

Good night.

Oh.

I suppose I will return
to my farmhouse.

NARRATOR:
On the next Pinkertons.

ALLAN:
I will find your father's
murderer.

You can count on that.

KATE:
You can't strand me here in
Kansas City with him.

My father accused Clay

of embezzling company money.

You're rather direct
for a woman.

We're merely here to assure
Mrs. Bullington

that justice will be served.

Just remember that it's me
who's serving the justice.