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

The man needs a nanny.

May I remind you
that he is my son.

That doesn't negate the fact
that he can be ill-mannered...

(Distant shouting)
...and loud!

(Sighing)

Hit me again, beautiful.

Now, why is it
we all look gorgeous

when the drinks
are free?

Well, I do appreciate
your generosity.

Don't thank me.

Distillers Bullington & Clay
are footing the bill.

Well, who am I to say no
to such largesse?

(Speaking inaudibly)

(Laughing)

Mmm.

Must admit, though,

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

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

Reinforcements have arrived.

(Patrons cheering)

What's the sour face,
Cyril?

Excuse me. I just don't like
my whisky being wasted

on a gang
of ne'er-do-wells.

Clearly you're not
a salesman.

And clearly you are not
a businessman.

Drink up, gentlemen.

Life's too short
for such petty disagreements.

I just don't like the idea
of giving things away for free.

Mister, I couldn't agree
with you more.

Kate, I wouldn't have brought
you all the way to Kansas City

if I thought you incapable
of putting this office

and my son back
on the right track.

They go hand in hand.
I know, I know, I know.

It's 50 miles
of bad road.

But with the proper guidance...

And I thought
that was your job, Allan.

I'm going home.

(Door opening)

(Ragtime piano music
playing)

(Door closing)

(Laughing)

Mmm.

Come on, let's go.
I can't.

Come on.
I'm working.

One dance
will not hurt you.

(Laughing)

Oh!
Hey, hey, fella.

Got a place for you
right here, Lizzy.

Just where I like it.

(Sighing)

WILL:
Woo!

(Both laughing)

Woo!

Oh, sorry.

(Laughing)

Hey. What?

(Patrons gasping)

MAN:
Yeah!

Good morning!

(Patrons whooping)

MAN:
Come on!

(Patrons cheering
and whistling)

ANNALEE:
Will!

Oh!

Oh!
(Glass shattering)

(Groaning)

(Woman cheering, whistling)

MAN:
Yeah!

(Shouting)

(Poker chips clattering)

(Both grunting)

(Annalee screaming)

No!

Woo!

(Gunshot)

Quiet.

A man's got to get
some sleep.

Go on.

(Straining)
(Man chuckling)

MAN:
Can I buy you a drink?

(Man laughing)

(Feet dragging)

KATE:
Partnering with local
law enforcement

is a pillar
of the Pinkerton code.

I don't need any help.

I can solve this murder
on my own.

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.

Liz Evans was the last person
seen with Bullington.

All of his money is gone.

All of Liz's belongings
are gone.

And so is she.

The truth is screaming loud.

Liz killed Bullington,
then robbed him.

You know, I agree
with you there, sheriff.

Oh, well,
that's a comfort.

I find it wise to assess
all of the facts

before stating a theory.

What are you implying?

KATE:
Nothing, sheriff.

We're merely here to assure
Mrs. Bullington

that justice will be served.

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

Hmm. I thought it was just me
that you liked to antagonize.

Whoa.

Weren't you supposed to be
on the morning train?

Chicago doesn't need me
till Thursday.

I think I'll stick around

and see this through.

Why am I getting
the distinct feeling

that you're actually here
to keep an eye on us?

ALLAN:
We will do everything

in our power

to bring your
husband's murderer

to justice,
Mrs. Bullington.

Shouldn't this matter remain
in the hands of the law?

If we were
in Chicago, yes.

But we're in Kansas City,
young lad.

That's a small town.

And so discretion
is the better part of valour,

as they say.

We do have our reputation
to consider.

And we have an excellent record
in that regard.

HELENA:
Are you absolutely certain

he was in the company
of a prostitute?

ALLAN:
It appears so.

Were you unaware of your
husband's predilection?

My husband was a decent man,
Mr. Pinkerton.

Loyal and kind.
And far too generous.

That harlot took advantage
of his good nature.

Her name was Liz Evans,
and...

Oh, you didn't know her,
did you?

I've never heard
her name.

Nor do I wish to
ever again.

In my experience,
Mrs. Bullington,

by solving
your husband's murder,

you will find a peace of mind.

And will you find
this Liz Evans?

I will find
your father's murderer.

You can count on that.

Come on, you got paint
all over me.

Get up.

You enjoyed that,
didn't you?

Help me hang this.

(Sighing)

Paint spray matches the blood
spray from the hotel sheets.

JOHN:
Sorry, Mrs. Warne.

I just came to fix a leak.

I'll come back later.

I'll deal with him later.

So the side
where Bullington was stabbed

is now drenched in paint,

and the other side is completely
clear of paint and blood.

I believe Liz was lying in bed
beside Bullington

when he was stabbed,

and her body blocked
the blood splatter.

Bullington's wound
was on his left side.

There's no way that she could
reach around his portly frame.

We must delve
into this further.

What were Bullington and Clay
quarrelling about?

Like I tell my girls,

what the men talk about
is none of my business.

You can do better than that,
Miss Annalee.

One of your clients
was murdered,

and more than likely
by one of your girls.

All I know is Cyril
was none too pleased by Liz.

As for Bullington,
he couldn't say no to her.

Was Bullington a regular
customer of hers?

ANNALEE:
I don't know, honey.

Liz just started working
out of this place.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, we'll go talk
with the business partner.

No, Will, I will talk
to Mr. Clay.

Really? Because, you know,

most men don't like to answer
to a woman.

And most men can't resist
the charms of a woman.

Oh, so you're going to charm
the truth out of him.

Is that your plan?

Let's just say
I like a good challenge.

(Laughing):
I got to see this.

No, you stay put.

(Sighing)

(Laughing)

All right.

Hey, honey.

Oh.

Flat broke.

How about you...?

I like you,
Will Pinkerton.

But nobody warms a seat
in this establishment

without showing some coin.

Not even you.

Oh, it's in
your pocket.

(Laughing)

(Sighing)
You're not joking.

Well, I haven't seen
that much money in--

(Exclaiming)

Liz was wearing these last
night, and now you have them.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

She ain't here.

Left last night.
I don't know where she went.

Well, if I were in her shoes,
which you are,

I'd want to help her out.

Took her to see Max Osten.

And who's that?

Works at
the distillery.

But she must
be long gone by now.

Mrs. Warne, Isaac Bullington
was a good man prone to vice.

He had vision;
he lacked discipline.

And is that what you two
were quarrelling about?

We quarrelled
about money.

He liked to spend it.
I prefer to save it.

Did you argue often?

We were business partners,
Mrs. Warne.

Arguing was as common
as agreeing.

Then you won't mind telling me
where you were

at the time
of your partner's murder?

You're rather direct
for a woman.

Or a man,
for that matter.

From you, sir,
I take that as a compliment.

I was home.

Or I was here working late.
I don't recall exactly.

Mr. Clay, I'll continue
to be direct.

You don't seem at all displeased
by your partner's demise.

I don't have time to grieve,
Mrs. Warne.

I have a business to run.

MAN:
Okay, close the door!

MAX:
Keep it coming, boys.

WILL: Max Osten.
MAX: There we go.

My name's Will Pinkerton.
This is my father, Allan,

of the Pinkerton's National
Detective Agency.

Looking for a young lady
who may have come to see you

in the middle
of last night.

MAX:
No woman came here.

Well, I have it on good
authority that she did.

Are you calling me a liar?

My apologies, Mr. Osten.

Our intelligence
must be faulty.

What are you doing that for?
He obviously knows something.

I agree,
but it's your tactics.

They require a wee bit
more refining.

They are my tactics,
and they were working

up until your apology.
Follow me.

Is that Virginia oak?

WILL:
Oh, my father used to be
a cooper.

In his younger years.

Virginia oak is very good.
for whisky.

Here, let me give you
a hand.

Oh.

One of these is usually
300 pounds.

That's a little light.

Virginia oak that may be,
but there's not whisky in there.

Here, pass me that opener,
will you?

You're about done here.
Oh, look at that.

Air holes.

Oh, what you say
to me, pal?

You're about done here.
(Laughing)

Did you know my father
was a bare-knuckle

boxing champion too?

He's prone
to exaggeration.

Go on, back away.

(Sighing)

Hello, darling.

Let me guess.

You couldn't afford a ticket
on the stagecoach.

(Laughing)

Up. Come on.

Catch of the day.

Hello, darling.

(Sighing)

We have some questions for you,
if you wouldn't mind.

I don't need to talk to you.
You're not the law.

But I am.

WILL:
What are you, following us now?

Well, I recall your little
lady detective friend

saying something about
cooperating with law enforcement

being a pillar
of the Pinkerton code.

(Laughing)

Now, what is your story?

I didn't kill no one,
sheriff.

He was dead when I woke up.
Honest.

And that's why
you took his money?

She didn't do it, Logan.

Tell that to the judge.

(Liz shouting indistinctly)
LOGAN:
That's enough!

LIZ:
Let me down!

Get me out of here!

Somebody!

LOGAN:
Easy!

Now, don't get too comfy.

Justice moves swift
in Kansas City.

Liz was apprehended
with Bullington's money clip.

That doesn't look good.

She didn't help herself

by trying to run
out of town either.

ALLAN:
Well, unfortunately,
the word of a prostitute

doesn't mean much
to most people.

We need hard evidence
to prove that she is innocent.

The blood spatter says
she couldn't have done it.

The evidence
is contradictory.

Where are you going?

If you want fresh water,
you go to the source.

You two can debate
all you want,

but I'm going to see
Miss Lizzy.

(Gasping)

(Gunshot)

Liz!

If we hadn't found Liz Evans,
she'd still be alive.

We don't know that.

Well, I know if I'd gotten to
that jail two minutes earlier,

I could have saved
that poor woman.

All we can do is move forward
and work with what we've got.

And what have we got?

KATE:
A dead husband.

And a dead mistress.

Let's not forget that Liz
had many paramours.

Is there someone else
we should be looking at?

Well, there's Max Osten.

He was willing to smuggle her
out of town.

ALLAN:
Very good instinct.

Follow it.

I shall have a chat
with the widow,

and you go talk to Osten.

I already told Logan
everything.

KATE:
You did.

But I still
can't understand

why you would be willing
to risk your livelihood

aiding and abetting
a suspected murderer.

Because she paid me.

Do you have a family,
Mr. Osten?

Wife? Children?

What does that
have to do with it?

She must have paid you
a large amount

to be willing to risk
their well-being.

Some things
are worth the risk.

Was Liz Evans worth it?

MAX:
Once I got to know her.

She wasn't a killer.

I don't care
what you Pinks say.

You were in love
with her.

I believe you.

She didn't kill
Isaac Bullington.

But I need to prove it,

and I need to know why
Liz was killed.

MAX:
Well, she had other clients.

Bullington and Cyril Clay.

Liz had both Bullington
and Clay as clients?

I'm in a nightmare.

I've lost my husband,

my son, his father.

It's unbearable.

Of course it is.

HELENA:
My heartfelt thanks,
Mr. Pinkerton.

I knew you'd catch
that horrible woman.

(Sniffling)

Forgive me,
speaking ill of the dead.

Even my husband's killer.

ALLAN:
Your anger is understandable,
Mrs. Bullington.

But truthfully,

her guilt in your
husband's murder

has not been proved
beyond a reasonable doubt.

But I've spoken
with the sheriff.

He has no doubt.

The complicating factor
is the murder of Liz Evans.

It just simply
raises questions.

Questions that do not
concern me, Mr. Pinkerton.

I wish to be done
with this horrid affair.

He's right, Mother.

Now, what if the harlot
is innocent?

Harlots by their very nature
are never innocent, son.

Regardless, we should retain
the Pinkertons' services

until her murder
is solved.

It's the right thing
to do.

HELENA:
Forgive me, Mr. Pinkerton.

The hardship of recent events
has overpowered

my sense of propriety.

ALLAN:
May I ask you,

did anyone else harbour malice
toward your husband,

or feelings of ill will?

For example, uh,

your business partner,
Mr. Cyril Clay?

Mr. Pinkerton, Cyril Clay would
never have harmed my husband.

They were devoted
to each other.

(Sighing)

This is for locating
Liz Evans.

Please continue
your investigation.

Mr. Pinkerton?

Aye, lad?

Despite what my mother said,

my father and Cyril Clay
did quarrel.

They quarrelled, huh?

What about?

My father accused Clay
of embezzling company money.

Embezzlement.

How?

I heard something
about bootleggers, but...

Good lad.

Mrs. Warne.
Hello, John.

Just fixing the flue
from the stove.

Thank you.

About yesterday.

I wouldn't have come in
if I knew you were here.

Of course not.

You must have been
surprised by what you saw.

I mind my own business.

I appreciate that.

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

Allan and William
Pinkerton.

Pinkerton?

The, uh,
detective agency?

You've heard of us?

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.

(Bell clanging)

KATE:
So, what did you learn
from Mrs. Bullington?

(Allan sighing)

Well, Helena's emotional
reaction

to the man
seems genuine.

But I am not entirely convinced
of her innocence.

Based on what?
Well, she said

that Bullington and Clay had
harmonious business dealings.

But then her son said
that Bullington accused Clay

of consorting
with bootleggers.

Well, I coaxed an ear
out of Max Osten as well.

Turns out that
Bullington and Clay

shared more
than business interests.

They shared
Liz Evans as well.

Ah.

WILL:
Clay is looking guiltier
by the second.

So, what are we going
to do about it?

You're going to go
and talk to him.

Leave that.

No drinking on the job.

(Knocking on door)

Mr. Clay?

What you got there,
Pinkerton?

You might want
to hand that over.

You're welcome.

ALLAN:
So this knife,

the weapon...

So easily secured
from Cyril Clay's office.

Is the noose
around Clay's neck.

He's under arrest.
He murdered Isaac Bullington

and then killed Liz Evans
to silence the witness.

And then he hid the knife.

In his own office.
In his top desk drawer.

The easiest place in the world
to find it.

And I did. Case closed
by William Pinkerton.

Right?

ALLAN:
William,

the knife was planted.

(Sighing)

Well, after much difficult
and exhaustive detective work,

I found this knife
in Cyril Clay's office.

That's a lie.
I found that knife.

Quiet!

I told them they planted it,
but they wouldn't listen.

Patience, son.

Justice follows a long
and tortuous path.

Now you will notice

that this knife
is missing its tip.

Earlier, we heard our esteemed
Dr. Tucker

describe how he found
this very tip

embedded in the vertebrae
of Isaac Bullington.

MAN 1: String him up!
MAN 2: Yeah!

MAN 1: Guilty!
MAN 2: Stretch him!

MAN 3:
Let him swing!
It's going from bad to worse.

Kangaroo court
if I've ever seen one.

Well, better feet
have dangled for less.

Now, Cyril Clay had motive.

He and the deceased had a
tumultuous business partnership,

often boiling over into
very public, heated arguments,

as was the case the night
of the murder.

And Cyril Clay
had opportunity.

He was here
in this establishment

with the victim
the night he was murdered.

And Cyril Clay had means.

He had this knife.

In fact, the only thing
we are missing

is a conviction.

And what's worse,
and what's worse,

this...

this murderous man

tracked down the only witness
and shot her to death.

Your Honour,

the State rests its case.

MAN 1: Guilty!
MAN 2: Yeah!

(Angry shouting)
JUDGE:
Order! Order!

MAN 3: I heard enough!
MAN 4: String him up.

Order in the courtroom.

Mr. Clay,

I understand you're licensed
as an attorney,

and that you wish
to represent yourself.

Is that true?

It is, Your Honour.

Please call
your first witness.

I wish to call myself.

(All laughing)

You promise to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Yes, Bullington and I fought.

But who here has not fought
with their partner?

And when he was murdered,
no one saw me fleeing

because I was at home.

And do you believe
that I would keep the knife?

It was planted thee
by the real murderer.

I'm innocent.

MAN:
What about Miss Evans?

Well, she was killed,
I was out of town.

I was in...

Topeka.

Collecting on bad debts.

I swear.

Your witness.

Mr. Clay,

I want very much
to believe you.

Was anyone at home
with you

during the murder
of Isaac Bullington?

Everyone knows
I'm a bachelor.

Yes, of course.

You were in Topeka,
collecting on debts.

Could you--
Could you tell us the names

of the people
you met there?

I didn't find anyone.

How convenient.

(Chuckling)

You know, I hate when
a fellow lawyer hangs.

Hand this man a shovel.
He's digging his own grave.

Hmm.

He is strangely silent
about his alibi,

and nobody has mentioned
embezzlement or bootlegging.

Nothing.

(Gavel banging)

I have reached a verdict.

I find the defendant,

Cyril Clay,

guilty as charged.

(Spectators shouting)
I didn't do it!

(Glasses clinking)

I didn't do it!

You will hang tomorrow at noon,
weather permitting.

I didn't do it!
I'm innocent!

I-- I didn't do it!

You can't let him hang.

We will not let him hang.

I have no idea
who planted that knife.

Without an alibi,
your case is hopeless.

I have an alibi,
I just can't use it.

Go on.

You're going to hang
in less than 24 hours.

I wasn't in Topeka.
I was in Jefferson City

selling whisky without
Bullington's knowledge.

So you were embezzling
your partner?

My partner spent
extravagantly.

I had to make up the money
somehow.

So, why not
tell the truth?

Are you afraid
because they're bootleggers?

Do you know Jeremiah Mudd?

The murdering rat bastard
runs guns, women.

And now I'm assuming booze.

I was selling him whisky
under the table

and pocketing the profits.

If I implicate him in this,

he will gut me
and everyone I hold dear.

Where can we find him?

MAN 1:
Give me some of that.

(Man 2 grumbling)

Oh, good afternoon,
gentlemen.

I appear to be
a wee bit lost.

Could you point me the way
to Morningside Crescent?

(Whistling)

(Guns cocking)

Howdy, fellas.

Excuse me.

I'll take that,
thank you very...

Oh, the whiff of him.

Ah, ah, ah.

Mr. Hyde, would you mind
keeping an eye on the gentlemen

while I step into these palatial
surroundings.

There you go,
Mr. Mudd.

Drink up, Mr. MacTavish.

To the king.

Oh.

Vile.

(Laughing)
We water it down some.

Sometimes we don't use
just water.

So, what's brought
the top man

at Forsythe Brewers

all the way
from New York City?

Expansion to the West.

We intend to acquire
Bullington & Clay Distillery.

That so?

Our due diligence
has brought to light

your successful endeavour
with Cyril Clay,

and we wish
to continue that.

And I as well.

But there is one matter
we must discuss.

Now, Cyril Clay
is to hang tomorrow.

But the Pinkerton detectives

have been snooping around,
you see,

and trying to find out
where he was

on the night
of the Bullington murder.

And why do I care?

Because if Cyril Clay
doesn't hang,

I won't get
the distillery.

No skin off mine.

I'll just keep
doing business with Clay.

And if I don't get
the distillery,

you don't get the 5% discount
I'm going to offer you.

Make it 10

and you got a deal.

So you and your boys

were with Cyril Clay
the night of the murder.

Might have been.

What's that?

Were, actually.

Well, you take that
to your grave,

and we have a business deal.

WILL:
You thought Judge Gundersson

would believe a man
who refused to testify?

I thought he would
believe me.

Your word is only
as good as Mudd's.

Which is no good
at all.

Well, at least
we tried, eh?

Now we know Cyril Clay
is innocent.

Yet still going
to the gallows.

We've done everything we can.
Our hands are tied.

You need to start
at the beginning.

The beginning
was Liz Evans.

Okay.

Murder. Liz fled
with all of her things.

Yet she had nothing on her
when we found her.

Except Bullington's
money clip.

Jill had Liz's shoes.

What else
does she have?

JILL:
Everything was thrown out.

WILL:
There's no trunk here
with her things?

I threw them out.

They were bad luck.

You're lying.

Why?

I maintain a healthy distrust
for officers of the law.

KATE:
Well, then you're in luck.

We're not law officers,
we're private investigators.

And we're trying to find
Liz's killer.

Liz was a friend of yours.
She came to you for help.

Help us find
who did this to her.

Thank you.

Didn't know you were
a hunter.

I find it relaxing.

(Sighing)

Did you clean them, son?
Yes, Mother.

(Sighing)

Now, quickly,

what's this delicate matter
you spoke of?

"My dearest love,
please stop pursuing me.

"Our romance is over.

I can never elope with you."

What is this about?

"Helena came here.

"She demanded that I end
all contact with you.

I will not be here
for your birthday."

ALLAN:
We found this card

among Liz's possessions.

You told us
you had no idea

about your husband's affair.

Clearly that was not true.

This is absurd.

(Sighing)

My son, I'm so sorry.

It was me.

I killed them both.

WILL:
Let me just get this straight.

First we blame Cyril Clay,

who turns out
to be innocent.

Then we figure it's Helena,
who confessed to it.

And now you're telling me
you think she's innocent?

Clay is innocent,

and Helena's confession
was too abrupt.

That's because we caught her
in a lie.

Helena was eager to confess

after she read this card
from Liz. Why?

It proves that Helena
knew about Liz,

despite her claiming
otherwise.

That spells motive.

But it doesn't explain
why she would hire us

to find the killer
if she was the killer.

To take the suspicion
off herself, obviously.

Even if you don't believe
Helena's confession,

you can't refute evidence.

Really? Like a bloody knife
found in a drawer?

Will you stop it,
both of you?

Evidence is paramount,

especially
in capital crimes.

I agree with him.

But sometimes evidence
is not enough.

Kate's point
is equally valid.

Having witnessed firsthand
Helena's emotional response,

I just don't believe her
to be the killer.

But sometimes
personal observation

isn't enough either.

It is at the juncture of
evidence and human observation

that we stumble
upon the truth.

What are you
talking about?

This birthday card

isn't enough to prove
Helena's guilt,

but it provoked
her confession.

Why?

This is dated tomorrow.

Whose birthday's tomorrow?

(Sipping)

Are you well?

Yes.

Liz Evans never got
the chance

to deliver this birthday
card to the intended recipient.

And that's because
you killed her.

My husband was going to run off
with that harlot.

I could not abide that.

But it's not your husband's
birthday tomorrow, is it?

KATE:
It's your son's.

We checked.

ALLAN:
Oh, yes.

Your son murdered his father
in a jealous rage,

and then he killed Liz Evans
in cold blood.

And you want
to hang for that.

You're mistaken,
Mr. Pinkerton.

I'm the jealous one.

I killed my adulterous husband
and his treacherous whore.

You're not a murderer,
Mrs. Bullington.

You're a loving mother who would
do anything for her son.

(Sighing)

Time to get your
confession

into the official record,
Mrs. Bullington.

I'm ready to confess
my crime, sheriff.

How do we disprove
a confession?

Hard evidence.

I know what
that evidence is.

It's too high.

Can you even see the place
where Liz was shot?

Helena's even shorter.

She couldn't have shot
from here.

I can't even peek inside.

What if she was standing
on something?

ALLAN:
It's a possibility.

Did you even check
to see if the gun was loaded?

I was about to.

Holy...
What?

I know what we need to do.

I have to find us a pumpkin.

Pumpkin?

You know, you could just tell me
what this is all about.

That's a nice topper there,
Joshua. Birthday present?

That's none
of your business.

Guess you want to look sharp
for your mother's hanging.

Joshua. My heart leapt

when I heard you wanted
to speak with me.

Me?

ALLAN:
Yes. Thank you, Sheriff Logan,

for your generosity.

We have arranged
a final visit.

We thought a round of target
practice would be fitting.

JOSHUA:
Target practice?

Yeah, we hear
you're a crack shot.

How about a little demonstration
on your mother's rifle there.

You think you could hit
that pumpkin?

I'd rather not,
thank you.

Okay, then. Here we go.

Go on, boy.

I want to see this.

What is the purpose
of these shenanigans?

ALLAN:
Mrs. Bullington,

your strict loyalty

requires more
than just a confession.

We need evidence.

Evidence of what?

Sheriff.

John?

Stand back, everybody.

WILL:
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

(Laughing)

Ready?

All right.

(Horse whinnying distantly)

Ooh.

I think that was meant
for you, Mrs. Bullington.

Your son sabotaged your gun to
make it look like an accident.

(Grunting)

It's not true, Mother!

These people are cheats
and liars!

He murdered
his own father.

Liz Evans got in the way.

Why would you do that?

For the family fortune.

I thought you were
just a boy blinded by passion.

But you're just a fool
blinded by greed!

I was going to die for you.

Not soon enough.

Whew! Some family,
those Bullingtons.

Goes to show you
you can have it all

and still have nothing.

Well, the train to Chicago

leaves in 31 and a half
minutes.

That is rather
precise of you.

We'll miss having you around,
Allan.

ALLAN:
It's obvious to me

that neither of you likes
having me around.

Oh, that's not true...

entirely.

ALLAN:
But it is also obvious to me

that neither of you
needs me around.

And so I shall take
my leave of you.

I'm sure the two of you
can fend for yourselves.

Eh?
Glad to hear you think so.

I'll keep an eye on her.

I'll keep an eye on him.

(Laughing)

(Sighing)

(Piano music playing)

NARRATOR:
Next week, on The Pinkertons.

(Groaning)

Oh!

Do you have any idea
how your knife became embedded

in Rudy's shoulder?
Of course not.

WILL:
And you suspect this
Robert Burgess is responsible?

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

Clearly nothing he says
can be believed.

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

- Where are we going?
- To end this.