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(Cheering and applauding)

MAN ON STAGE:
My friends.

My friends, my friends.

I'm honoured by your
repeated applause,

but I must get through
my prepared remarks.

MAN IN CROWD:
Tell us about Liberty Gap!

(Crowd cheering)
MAN ON STAGE:
No.

I come before you
to discuss the issues

that compel me to run
as mayor for this fine town.

Not to tell
old war stories.

The Battle of Liberty Gap!

(All cheering)

Very well. Very--
Very well.

I cannot turn down the request
of a beautiful lady.

Oh, don't be jealous, Will.

I'm sure if you were
a war hero,

she'd want to hear
your story too.

I'm sure I have no idea
what you're talking about.

That's often the case.
Shh.

I speak of the blood-soaked
summer of '63.

The 32nd Indiana Infantry

moved against
the grey-clad rebels

under the devilish
John R. Liddell.

Dirty Yankee.

I served under Liddell.

He's a better man
than you.

(Crowd jeering)

This hero routine
plays well.

There's more to being mayor
than spinning a yarn.

Yes, there's good looks
and an impeccable war record.

And I found myself unhorsed.

Excuse me,
Mayor Hancock?

T.R. Tilden, New York World.

I'm surprised a reporter
from a leading New York paper

is covering our little election
here in Missouri.

Well, you see,
there's a New York angle.

Your opponent,
Captain Buckner.

Why, he was the toast
of Broadway.

Why, he was a sensation
at Niblo's Garden Theatre.

Telling this same thrilling
story of heroism

on the battlefield.

Sent crashing to the ground
by a volley of rebel lead,

fired by the terrible ranks
of the 7th Arkansas.

The pain coursed through
my body.

I thought I might
lose consciousness.

But I heard my brave boys
calling my name.

The battle was in
the balance.

More Yankee lies,
you blue devil!
MAN:
Get that fella outta here!

(Crowd shouting)
Now, now, it's okay.

As we charged forward,

the rebels were put
to flight

and the cause of our Union

pushed another step towards our
ultimate and total victory!

(All cheering)

Yes. Yes.

I was at Liberty Gap.

That ain't how it happened!

You liar.

BUCKNER:
So, my friends...

You know, something could always
be done about Mr. Buckner.

You know I don't work
that way, Pierce.

BUCKNER:
Let us win the day

against the vested interests
and corruption,

and bring victory.

Not to me, but to the people
of Kansas City.

(Cheering and applauding)
Thank you. Thank you.

(Drum beating)

(Indistinct chattering)

(All screaming)

(Groaning)

BUCKNER:
Hey, please.
Please, my friends. Get back.

Get back. I'll have no
vigilante justice on my behalf.

Let the law handle
this man.

Forget something?

I must thank you
for your quick action.

Mr. Pinkerton,
I believe.

Allan Pinkerton's son.

Among other things.

Henry Colfax, Captain Buckner's
campaign manager.

I would like to hire you to act
as the Captain's bodyguard.

That-- That won't
be necessary, Colfax.

COLFAX:
I think we saw that
it's highly necessary.

Please, Mr. Pinkerton.

Absolutely.

I'd be happy to.

And what have you got
the agency into this time?

I just saved his life.

Might as well get paid
for the job.

Your client's getting away.

(Sighing)

MAN:
Eli J. Buckner.

Count on your vote
come election day...

So, how's the new job
coming?

Well, he's still alive.

You know, politics
is a dirty business.

It's best the Pinkertons
don't pick sides.

My father took the Northern side
and worked for Lincoln.

In a battle
to save the Union,

not to see who would build
the new sewers.

Your father's left us alone
this last little while.

This is just the sort of thing
to bring him back out here.

You do realize
that someone took a potshot

at a candidate for office,
right?

Yeah, a whiskeyed-up,
half-crazy reb

who couldn't stand to hear
the story of a Union victory.

Now he's in jail.
Well, if he's so addle-brained

and can't put
two thoughts together,

maybe someone else
was doing the thinking.

I've been surveying the mood
of the electorate, Mr. Mayor.

And what is the mood
of that body

of gormless
sheep herds?

I'm worried.

Buckner's been in town
for just over a month,

yet he's gaining ground
on us.

You.

We need to do something
about him.

Cut him down to size.

Pierce, you didn't
have anything to do

with last night's incident,
perhaps?

Of course not.

And I certainly would
have cleared it with you first.

Be careful
what you clear with me.

Sometimes ignorance
is its own reward.

Anyway, I suggest you do
what you do best

and raise more funds
to lubricate

the wheels of democracy.

Votes don't come cheap.

Ah, Mr. New York World.

Tilden.
Yes.

How are you?

I'm on my way
to the telegraph office

to file my report
about last night's events.

But a question, if I may.

Of course.

There's been talk
around town

that Buckner was somewhat
less than heroic

when the shot was fired
last night.

Do you have any comment?

Indeed I do.

I will not be a party
to any such slurs.

I will tolerate no suggestion
that Mr. Buckner

is vainglorious
or pompous or cowardly.

And you may quote me.

Thank you.

I still say
we got a problem.

(Indistinct chattering)

Thank you.

Hey, doo you know anything
about that guy

who shot at Captain Buckner
last night?

His name's Musgrave.

He stumbled into town about
eight months after Appomattox,

semi-touched
and powerful thirsty.

I think the war may have bruised
his brain, you know?

Like a lot of those
poor boys.

Did you see him in here
last night?

You know,
before the rally?

See him?
I couldn't miss him.

He was buying drinks
like there's no tomorrow.

He had cash?
Yeah.

I figured he got lucky
at the Pharaoh table.

Uh-huh.
Where else would a coot
like that get cash?

I don't know.

Maybe the same place
he got that big, shiny gun.

You're not with
Captain Buckner.

He's resting in his room.

Oh.

I see you're not
with him either.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Nothing.

I'm guessing
you're a supporter, then?

Well, yes, I am.

LOGAN:
No, you cannot speak
to Mr. Musgrave.

The Pinkertons represent
Captain Buckner.

I have a job to do.

And I have a duty.

But you can't be impartial
in this matter.

What?

You may be elected
by the people,

but the mayor can make
your life miserable.

Folks are saying that if this
matter is investigated properly,

and facts come to light

that do not reflect well
on the mayor,

he could take your badge away.

Who's saying that?

Folks.

Mrs. Warne, this matter is being
properly investigated.

By me.

As I knew it would be.

By you.

Having your badge
taken away

would not be good
for the Pinkertons,

as we have come to enjoy
such a good

- working relationship with you.
- We have?

Oh, well, I think so,
don't you?

Well, yes.

So if we cooperate,
our lives will be much easier.

Easier.

I like the sound of that.

(Both laughing)
So you've identified the weapon?

As a matter of fact,
I have.

.44-calibre muzzleloader.

The same kind
that killed Lincoln.

Indeed. Keen observation.

Have you recovered
the bullet?

Sorry?

Will forced Musgrave
to fire in the air.

The bullet must be somewhere.

I'll go look for it.

Sheriff Logan and I
searched the scene thoroughly

for the bullet
Musgrave fired in the air.

Couldn't find it.
You worked with Logan?

You catch more flies
with honey than vinegar.

Why would I want
to catch flies?

Buttering him up
allowed me to borrow the gun

that Musgrave used.

I'd be more impressed

if he wasn't
such an easy mark.

You know, you could try using
a little honey yourself.

Oh, okay.

Good work, Mrs. Warne.

Oh, why, thank you,
Mr. Pinkerton!

JOHN:
Mrs. Warne.

Did you find
anything interesting?

Yeah.

This gun's never
been fired.

That can't be.

I heard and saw it fired.

These things are finicky.

Leave a charge in too long,
it'll misfire.

Yeah, but this wasn't a misfire.
This gun's never been fired.

At the risk of repeating myself,
I saw it fired.

I mean, it's never fired
a bullet.

The barrel's as smooth
as the day it was bored.

Judging by
the burn pattern,

I'd say that this gun fired
a large charge of blackpowder

for maximum flash
and noise.

But no bullet.

The kind used
for stage effects.

Mr. Musgrave?

Who's there?

I'm... Mrs. Veronica Fenwick,

from the Ladies'
Temperance Crusade.

God, night of the living,
you come to the wrong place.

I'm here to help you.

Listen, lady,

I seen things and I done things,
and it give me a thirst.

Go away.

That's just it.

It's not your fault.

It's the bottle that led you
to this terrible pass.

That's where you're wrong,
Missy.

Sure, I like a taste,
and another.

But I would have take a shot
at that Yankee bastard

if I was a holy roller
drowning in a vat of tea.

I was clear-eyed about it.

Clear-headed too.

I refuse to believe it.

It was the demon rum
that turned you so.

Someone perverted you.

They gave you the money
for the drink.

And they gave you
the gun too, yes?

That's funny stuff for a
churchgoing woman to know.

Who gave you the gun?

None of your damn business.

Why don't you go save
someone else?

I can help get you out of here.
I can prove you're innocent.

Only thing I'm guilty of is not
killing that lying Yankee.

But your gun...
I wasn't used to it, is all.

And I got jumped.

But Buckner'll get his
soon enough.

They's others.

Others? You mean some kind
of conspiracy?

No.

A crusade.

The Invisible Knights
will get him.

The Invisible Knights?

I don't chew my cabbage twice.
You don't have to.

I've heard of them.

A vigilante gang.

Night riders, fighting
against Federal forces.

They'll never surrender.

Defend the rights
of the South forever.

So they gave you the money
and the gun?

Who are they?
Who talked to you?

They don't have to talk.

They ride in darkness.

Leave notes and such.

Notes?

Surprised, huh?

Crazy old Musgrave.
Didn't figure he could read.

No, it's-- It's just--

I know all kinds
of surprising things.

Now get the hell
out of here!

And don't you come back.

Unless you got a bottle.

(Knocking on door)

WILL:
Mr. Buckner, are you awake?

Mr. Colfax wants you
over at the church

to court the religious vote.

(Knocking)

(Door creaking open)

Mr. Bucker?

(Sighing)

No one saw Buckner
to the west.

None of the ranch hands saw
anything on Blue Springs Road.

And the ferryman said
that he never crossed the river.

Well, I checked
at the telegraph office.

No messages
to or from Buckner.

But I did find this dispatch

from that New York reporter,
Tilden.

"All Missouri is mystified
by the sudden disappearance

of war hero and mayoral
candidate Eli J. Buckner."

Wonder what your father
will think of that?

How's he going to know?

Well, Tilden left
the dispatch at the office

to send to his paper,
the New York World.

In New York?

Okay, so the old man reads
all the New York papers,

although he doesn't know
we're connected to this.

Oh, I jotted down
a few salient notes

from his story.

"Particularly notable
is the failure

"of the famous
Pinkerton Detective Agency

to protect the candidate."

We have to find Buckner.

We? I never agreed
to protect him.

Ah, ah, ah, my father
put you here to watch me.

Every time I mess up,
you've failed.

But don't worry.

I might be able
to save your bacon.

(Exhaling)

Mayor Turner Hancock
is offering $100

for information leading
to the discovery

of the whereabouts
of Eli J. Buckner.

Wow, $100 is a lot of money.

Well, at a time
like this,

we have to put
partisan politics aside

and think of
the common good.

Of course, if for some reason
you were confident

of never having to pay out,

you could make a grand offer
of any amount.

Meaning what?

Nothing.
Speaking of paying out,

you weren't splashing
money around

in the saloon last night,
were you?

Buying drinks?
Maybe for old Musgrave?

Do you have any accusations
to make?

All I want is to, you know,
collect your reward.

It is you offering the reward,
isn't it?

I heard about
Captain Buckner.

Doesn't make me or
the Pinkertons look very good.

You can't be with him
all day, Will.

I guess.

Look, I need to ask you about
the mayor's money man, Pierce.

Pierce? He's in here
every now and then.

Likes to throw
his money around.

Boasts about how he makes his
money buying and selling land.

He calls it "speculation."

Hmm.

(Slamming shot glass on counter)

"Thanks for the information,
Annalee.

Can I buy you dinner
sometime?"

(Sighing)

(Indistinct chattering)

Good day, ma'am.

I just came from
the county clerk's office,

where I'm told you work.
Miss Gallimore, is it?

Yes, sir.

This won't take but a minute.
May I?

I suppose.

Now, the trouble is
the county clerk wasn't there.

Perhaps I can help,
Mister...?

Pinkerton. William Pinkerton.

Oh, my.

(Laughing)

A Pinkerton man.

I must say
that the clerk's absence

puts me in something
of a bind.

Do you have a first name?

Diana.

That is a beautiful name.

It means heavenly, you know.
I didn't.

And very appropriate,
if I may say.

What seems to be the trouble,
Mr. Pinkerton?

I have an aunt that lives
near Bonner Springs.

Her neighbour is questioning
the property line

in regards to a shared pond,
ideal for watering cattle.

But he wants it all
for himself.

The man's a cad,
if you'll pardon my language.

He is a cad indeed,
if you'll pardon my language.

Well, my aunt needs access to
the original surveyor's report,

on file at the clerk's office.

Well, tell me your aunt's name
and I'll get you that report.

There's the trouble.

She tried last week
and he couldn't find it.

Misfiled.

He said it could
be anywhere.

He didn't have time to look.

Oh, dear.
I told her

I'd come find it for her,
but with the clerk gone

I completely understand
you being unable to grant me

access to those records.

To defend your aunt
against that cad?

What kind of public servant
would I be

to stand in your way?

I'll just finish
my apple pie

and walk back to that office,

and you can look
to your heart's content.

You are a goddess.

(Laughing)

Eli.

You in there?

You damn fool.

I told you not to come here.
What if you'd been followed?

I had to come.

The whole town's in an uproar
over you disappearing.

Well, of course they are.
They're meant to be.

That's why I disappeared.

Craziest stunt
I've ever heard of.

You heard that crazy old reb
question my heroism

in front of the whole town.

He was a crazy old reb.
And drunk.

No one was listening.

All right, no matter.

In a couple of days,
I'll stumble back into town

with the thrilling tale
of my abduction by bushwhackers.

How I outwitted and outfought
them to effect my own escape.

I shall be
an unassailable hero.

You're already a hero.

There can be no doubts.

Now get back into town until
I make my triumphant return.

Right.

WILL:
I've been looking
into the mayor's bagman, Pierce.

KATE:
Why him?

First, getting the mayor get
re-elected isn't his only hobby.

I found some records
at the county clerk's office.

Turns out that Pierce
paid big money

for a worthless chunk of land
by the river.

Interesting.

And now he's offering
a $100 reward

for information
on Buckner's disappearance.

Well, that's a lot of money.

Not if he doesn't plan
on spending it.

Meaning?

Meaning I think that
there's a connection

between the land
and Buckner's vanishing.

I don't know what it is,

but I think the mayor's people
have Buckner.

That's a daft idea.

Allan.

Something a little
different?

An undercover job.

Your ma loves it.

Oh, haggis supper.

What kind of pickle have you
gotten us into this time, lad?

I do hope you understand

the magnitude
of this disaster.

Well, obviously
it's a problem.

It's not a problem.
It's a fiasco.

It's bad enough

that you chose
one side over the other

in this tawdry
political affair--

You worked for Lincoln.

Oh, you shouldn't
have said that.

Yes, Abraham Lincoln,

the saviour of our nation,
God rest his soul.

Not Eli J. Buckner,

who, just by the by,

happens to be running against
an old friend of mine,

Mayor Hancock,

who is a potential source
of much business

if he wins re-election.

All right, all right!

ALLAN:
Not all right.

I haven't even got
to the clincher yet.

Because mere hours
after you agreed

to protect this Buckner,

the fellow vanishes
into thin air.

How do you think that looks
for the Pinkertons?

The key is, who gave Musgrave
the money and the gun?

I think I know,
but until I can confirm motive--

No, you need to look at it,

who benefits the most
from Buckner's disappearance?

Clearly it's the mayor.

The mayor.
Yeah, and his bagman, Pierce.

I don't trust
either of them.

Did I just not tell you

that the mayor
is a friend of mine?

Then he won't mind
answering some questions

about land speculation

You will ask him nothing.

I don't want you
anywhere near him.

Thank you very much.

I'll deal with it myself.

He's just as ornery
without the beard.

I know your father said
he would handle this,

but I'm generally opposed
to others solving my problems.

I like that.

What are you going to do?

You are going to look
into Pierce's land speculation.

I have another angle
to pursue.

Pursue away, Mrs. Warne.

(Speaking inaudibly)

TILDEN:
Mrs. Warne?
Yes.

T.R. Tilden,
New York World.

I'm told by the man
down at the telegraph office

that you have been
reading my dispatches

and transcribing them

prior to publication.

Yes, I was.

Who do you work for?

The Herald? The Ledger?

Neither.

I work for the Pinkerton
National Detective Agency.

I was simply trying
to stay informed.

Nevertheless,
if this happens again,

my publisher,
Mr. Pulitzer,

will take punitive measures.

Actually, Mr. Tilden,
I'm glad you approached me.

I was hoping to have a word.

Indeed.

What do you know about

the Invisible Knights
of the Confederacy?

Only what I read
in the World.

Vigilantes, I believe.

Unrepentant rebels.

Still fighting
for their lost cause.

You take a dim view
of them.

I was an abolitionist
and a Union man at all times.

Funny, because I stumbled
upon Mr. Musgrave's

rather meagre belongings,

and I found this.

It's a communiqu�
from the Invisible Knights.

So he was one of them.

But this is in
your handwriting.

It matches what I saw
at the telegraph office.

Are you a member
of the organization?

No. I-- I would never betray
the Federalist cause.

Mr. Tilden.

I examined the gun
Musgrave used.

The stock was handmade
with an engraved silver inlay

from Jones & Reed
in New York.

I'm sure you're familiar
with it.

Yes, I am,

but I've never owned
or fired a gun.

Mr. Tilden, please.

The gun fired a large
blackpowder charge.

Like the kind used
in theatrical productions

that you covered
on Broadway.

How do you know Mr. Musgrave?

I didn't.

He was an old rebel,
usually drunk.

I thought he'd fall for it,
and he did.

What's the idea?

You get an exclusive interview
with the assassin?

Sell some newspapers?

I'm ashamed to say it,
but yes.

(Scoffing)
Mrs. Warne, it's politics.

Everything about it
is illusory.

What's one more deception?

So Buckner's disappearance,
that's part of your plan?

No. I swear.
I know nothing about it.

It's just as big a story
as the assassination attempt,

yet I am in completely
in the dark.

Maybe you should
try some real reporting.

(Speaking inaudibly)

Hey!

Well, Allan Pinkerton.

Surprised to see you here.

(Both laughing)

Oh, I consider any
day a success

when somebody says
they're surprised to see me.

You here to rally
my electoral support

or look into
the Buckner affair?

You don't need my help.

I hear that the wards
are all well-heeled

and the ground is liberally
sprinkled with graft.

All in a good cause, Allan.
All in a good cause.

And a little electoral violence?
Is that a good cause?

Allan, when we worked together
years ago,

I knew you to bend a few laws,
tell a few lies.

No, that was to help
runaway slaves

on the Underground Railroad.

We risked our lives
back then on a noble cause.

This, you're going
to tell me,

running for mayor
is as important as that?

As important? No.

But we have people
dying of cholera in this town.

It destroys lives,
it orphans children.

A good sewage system
would stop that.

It's important, Allan.

Buckner wouldn't know the first
thing about making it happen.

Well, I don't doubt that,
but that's all the more

motivation for you
to harm him, isn't it? Hmm?

I had nothing to do
with any of this.

Come on, now.
I swear.

Now...
All right.

...can I buy you lunch?

(Laughing)
Lunch.

I don't vote
in this county.

Lunch.

(Musgrave snoring)

(Clearing throat)

Damnation, I told you
not to come back.

No, you told me not to come back
without a bottle.

What kind of temperance lady
are you?

Don't be an ass, Musgrave.

Real name's Stafford.
I'm with the Invisible Knights.

A woman with the Knights?

We're everywhere.

I was sent before
to test your loyalty.

You passed
with flying colours.

Something you said
at the rally the other night

about Liberty Gap,
that Buckner was lying about it?

Damn right.

So you know
what really happened?

Of course. I was there.

Let's hear it.

Sure.

If you'll pour me another.

(Indistinct chattering)

(Ragtime piano music playing,
woman laughing)

It turns out that Tilden,
the newspaper man, paid Musgrave

to fake the assassination
attempt on Buckner.

Why?
To sell newspapers.

What about Buckner's
disappearance?

He claims he has nothing
to do with it.

Doesn't surprise me.

I think this whole thing's
about the money.

And more so the land.

You're talking about
Pierce's

worthless chunk of land
by the river, I assume?

I went for a walk down there,
just off Jackson's Inlet.

You know, where there's been
talk about building?

The new bridge.

He's counting on it being built
where he's buying.

WILL:
If the mayor
doesn't get re-elected

and the bridge goes someplace
else, Pierce'll be ruined.

Everybody's buying right now.

Even Buckner bought some land
up near Excelsior.

To prove he plans on staying,
I guess.

Well, I learned a lot
from Musgrave,

but I need to talk
to Annalee.

She's upstairs, but I wouldn't
go up there just now.

Well, this can't wait.

Neither can what's going on
up there.

(Sighing)

Excelsior.

And there, my friends,
I seized my chance.

I overpowered
the closest bushwhacker.

With my chains broken, he had no
stomach for a fair fight.

Fair... fair fight.

And soon I dispatched him,
but another reb was on me.

Ooh, I knew I had to best him
or never return to Kansas City,

or anywhere else
in the land of the living.

(Laughing)

(Horse whinnying)

MAN:
Whoa!

Colfax.

I told you not
to come back here.

Good news, Buckner.

We've come
to rescue you.

(Woman laughing)

(Exhaling)

Mrs. Warne.

Miss Webb. I was hoping
I could have a word with you.

Come on in.

Seat?

No, thank you.

This is a rather
delicate matter.

Well, there's a lot that goes on
in this hotel.

Not sure how much of it
you would call delicate.

The other night
at the rally,

you seemed to be a supporter
of Mr. Buckner.

Oh, I just wanted
to hear the story again.

About the battle.

So you had
heard it before, then?

Oh, yeah.

I saw him at the Strand
in St. Louis.

And he told me once
in this very room

right after... a time,
you know.

Yes.

Well, that leads me
to why I'm here.

I need to ask you some...

details about Mr. Buckner.

PIERCE:
Hurry up.

It's a long ride
back to town.

One question, Pierce.

How'd you find me?

It's important to have
a strategy, Buckner,

but it's even more important

with whom you entrust
that strategy.

Colfax.

Your little stunt here
spooked him so bad

he went with
the sure thing.

Sold you out
for a nice little sum,

took the first train
out of town.

Let's get back
and rouse the population,

so everyone will understand
what a vile little trick

you played on them.

Very well.

Wait.

When we get
back to town...

You'll reveal the truth.

I'll have no way...
Of proving it.

Alas, no.

In fact, if we take you back in,
you can just say

that I abducted you
in the first place.

Maybe not you,

but those two roughnecks
out there,

now they look the part.
It'll be your word against mine.

I will say this may not
work out as you planned.

Damn it. You're right.

I thought you might
see things my way.

Yeah. I guess the only thing
to do now

is to go ahead and kill you.

Reliable sources tell me
you know exactly what goes on

in this town.

That's my job.

Aye, but sadly,

you're linked to the electoral
success of Mayor Hancock.

Aren't you?

I don't like
what you're implying.

But you do serve
at the discretion

of the voter,
and the whim of the mayor.

No, if you have neglected
any evidence

or failed to follow any leads,

it will go very badly
for you, Sheriff.

I am a sworn officer
of the law.

And you wish to remain so...

Because there are
sins of commission

and then there are
sins of omission.

Such as?

Such as...

Did you know that Colfax
had left town?

I was aware.

(Chuckling)

So, the campaign manager

of a missing candidate

flees the scene,

and you don't even
ask why, eh?

(Laughing)
Well...

who am I supposed to ask?

You know exactly

why he disappeared,
don't you?

I only found this out
about an hour ago.

Before that,
I knew nothing.

Ah-ha.

Colfax sold his candidate
out to Pierce.

Said that Buckner faked
the whole thing.

Pierce's gone to get him,
bring him back to town,

show him for a fraud.

I figure I'd bide my time here.

Crowd could get ugly.

And the mayor?

In the dark.

He likes it that way when things
get a little, uh, greasy.

Aye.

But just because
he likes the dark

doesn't mean that he has
to drag you down

into it with him,
does it?

See, some of us like
the broad daylight.

We can see
where we're going.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We'll get this over with
quickly, Buckner.

No need to be uncivilized.

Just got to find a good place
to bury you.

We got another one here,
Mr. Pierce.

So we do.

Believe me,

I didn't want
this unnecessary complication.

But you've given me
no option, Pinkerton.

Oh, I'm sure we can think
of another option.

No.

There's nothing
but to kill the both of you.

You'll never
get away with this.

I'm here to tell you,
Bucky,

I think they will.

(Clicking tongue)

Telegraph cable?

Setting up a line
to the house.

Mr. Pinkerton Sr.'s idea.

(Sighing)

Oh, uh,

you must be wondering
where the chestnut is.

I am.

Mr. Pinkerton Jr. took him.
I advised against it,

knowing how particular
you are to the horse.

But he said he might have to do
some serious riding.

Did he say
where he was going?

Excelsior.
Excelsior.

That's where Buckner
bought property.

Sorry for the delay,
gentlemen.

We just need to find a nice,
isolated spot.

I prefer this remain
just a disappearance

until election day.

Take your time.

KATE:
Whoa.

What are you doing here?

Will?

(Twig snapping)

If you shoot me,

you may consider
your employment terminated.

What are you doing here?

Buckner faked
the whole thing.

He's hiding out around here
somewhere.

Pierce came to get him
and expose the fraud.

Will's up here too.

That could lead
to escalations.

Come on, gents.

This is the end
of the line.

Please, no.

I-- I have money.

Can you shoot him first so
I don't have to listen to this?

Dig.

No. I'm an officer
and a gentleman.

Speak for yourself.

I can dig real slow.

There's still food
on the table.

Multiple horses,
and a wagon too,

heading out this way.

I have an unpleasant
feeling.

That's good enough.

Let's get this over with.

Wait, wait,
hang on, hang on.

Just one more load,
so the buzzards don't get me.

All right?

(All exclaiming)

WILL:
Pierce!

You realize you're trying
to kill a man

in his own grave, right?

(Gun clicking empty)

(Gunshot, yelling in pain)

That's enough gunplay
for today.

Give it.

Will, are you okay?

You took the shot?

Where's Buckner?

ALLAN:
Consider yourself rescued.

Utterly disgraced,
but rescued.

I'm the victim
of a conspiracy. Lies.

Most of them your own.

About what really happened
at Liberty Gap.

You didn't get shot
off your horse.

(Soldiers shouting)
(Gunfire)

MUSGRAVE:
The fool fell off his horse.

(Groaning loudly)

I know, because I got shot

and he landed
right near me.

(Panting in fear)

He took to the ground
and stayed there.

It was his boys
took the 7th Arkansas.

He had nothing
to do with it.

He didn't get up
'til the thing was done.

(Panting)

Telling some story
about being wounded,

claiming the victory.

(Grunting in pain)

BUCKNER:
That's a lie.

You're going to take the word
of some mad old traitor?

Oh, I didn't take his word.
I confirmed it.

I believe you're familiar
with Annalee Webb,

at the hotel?

She has nothing
to do with this.

No, but she is
in a position

to have observed
your body unobstructed.

She tells me there wasn't
a mark on it.

Of course, there should be,
given your grievous wounds.

The woman's a whore.

Why don't you just
strip down then, Bucky?

Show us those glorious wounds.

ALLAN:
I believe Mr. Buckner

has just withdrawn
his candidacy for mayor.

Hmm?

(Panting)

(Train bell clanging)

MAN: Hurry up, Jimmy!
BOY: I'm coming!

WILL:
I can't believe
he's just free to go.

Well, they couldn't hold him
very long.

Abducting yourself
is not a real big crime.

The loss of heroic stature and
revelation of his true nature.

That's worse than
a death penalty for him.

All detailed
in my most recent story,

just sent to New York.

Hang on, Tilden. How are you
still walking around?

You got Musgrave all liquored up
and gave him the gun.

Loaded with a blank.

Creating a disturbance
and public nuisance.

I paid the fine.

That doesn't seem right.

Trust me, Mrs. Warne,

I paid a heavier price.

My story included a full account
of my own actions

in these events.

And my resignation.

My career as a journalist
is over.

Well, there's always the circus.
Will.

HANCOCK:
And seeing as all the other
miscreants have gone free,

and Mr. Pierce's actions
would tarnish the reputation

of the mayor in this
critical election,

I'm sure leniency for Mr. Pierce
is best advised.

He threatened lives,

committed multiple abductions
and conspired to murder.

Shot at people.

He stays in jail
with his roughnecks

until the judge sobers up.

It's your hide too.

He stays.

Come on, Allan.

I'll take my leave
of you.

Hey, you still owe me lunch.
I cannot believe it.

You're an honorary Scotsman,
you are.

Right, well, that's our
business concluded, eh?

So don't make me come here
and clean up your puddles.

Hang on. To be fair,

if I hadn't uncovered
those land transactions--

It would mean nothing
without the gun,

Musgrave's story
and Annalee.

Without me prying revelations
about Colfax and Pierce

out of the sheriff,

uh, we've got nothing.

Okay...

so we all contributed.

Exactly.

Just, some of us contributed
more than others.

You almost shot me.

Wait, what?

No. Nothing.
It was nothing.

ALLAN:
Nothing? I almost died.

KATE: Well, but I didn't actually
shoot you, did I, Allan?

CONDUCTOR:
All aboard!

ANNOUNCER:
Next week, on The Pinkertons.

Aren't you supposed
to be in St. Louis?

I came as soon as I got
your telegram

about Rutherford Smith
being murdered.

- You knew him?
- Rutherford Smith

was a Pinkerton detective.

WILL: You had an agent here
and you didn't tell us?

Stop!
Mr. Pinkerton.

Dear God, you're alive.