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(Grunting)

(Laughing)

(Cheering)

WOMAN:
Another one!

You had enough?

Yes, thank you.
It was delicious.

Dessert?

No, but I will sit here awhile.

I'm quite enjoying myself.

What's so enjoyable
about sitting here

all by your lonesome?

People, they fascinate me.

You see that happy couple
over there?

Matching rings, all smiles?

Notice how he touches her hand
with such apparent affection?

"Apparent"?

Notice that every time he
shows her a sign of affection,

he glances over her shoulder
to the lady in red?

He's a cad at heart.

I know. And he's one
of my best clients.

(Chuckling)

I'll have whatever
you're pouring, sweetheart.

Your tab is running
a little high.

(Laughing)

Oh, look who's here?

Never seen her out
on a Saturday night,

looking all nice and fetching.

Leave her be. She's busy.

Busy doing what?

Kate and that guy?

(Laughing)

Watch where you're going.

(Insects chirping)

(Horse neighing)

(Gun firing)

(Woman screaming)

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Are you all right?

Yes.

Hey! Stop!

Don't move.

Get back here!

(Panting)

Damn it!

So, you let the killer escape?

I didn't let him escape.
He outran me.

Oh, here I thought you were
the sporting type.

I invite you to run in a corset
and crinoline, Sheriff.

Some other time.

How do you plan
to track the witness?

Track her? I got three
other murders on the go.

I'm spread thinner
than a flapjack.

Then I'll find the witness.

Hard to believe.

Where's the body?

Where do you think?

Could you help me lift him?

Bullet wound in
the upper back...

But no exit wound.

Nobody's claimed him?

Unfortunately not.

And since he has
no identification,

we'll have to track down his
companion to learn his name.

In the meantime,

let's see what this man
has to say for himself.

So, you were in town last night

before all this happened?

Yes. Why do you ask?

It's decent wool, he's not rich.
But he's not poor either.

Yet the suit
is perfectly tailored.

Annalee said that
you were at the saloon,

looking rather fetching.

Annalee said I was fetching?

Uhh, no, I did.

I mean, uhh--

the body?

Suit was altered heavily.

He's had both the vest
and the pants taken in.

Perhaps he'd lost
a lot of weight recently.

So, we have a slim
and stylish John Doe

with dye in his hair?

He's either vain or--

Trying to hide his identity.

Could be a wanted man.

Looks like he was
wearing a ring,

left a tan outline
of a heart and a crown.

Well, if he was wearing a ring,
someone stole it off him.

Well, I think I know where
that ring might be.

Kerwood Piff.

Today's fashionable male
sports a timepiece

to reflect his impeccable
sense of style.

Mr. Piff, Mr. Piff, do you have
any stylish engagement rings

for my fianc�e and me?

Well, you've come to the right
man, a legitimate merchant,

offering quality goods
at low, low prices.

Here you are,
so lovely for the young lady.

Honey, they're so beautiful!

Yeah, they're great!

Where did you get this ring?

Hey, what the hell
is going on here?

Just answer the question,
Kerwood.

Who the hell are you, anyway?
Who sold you this ring?

Umm, some drifter.

I never seen him before.

What did he look like?

5'5", 5'6"?

Uhh, small build,
uhh, dark hair.

Hey, I bought that
fair and square.

All right,
who wants to buy a teapot?

Perfect fit.

Well, I'm happy the dead guy
got his jewellery back.

But how does this help us?

Read the engraving
on the inside.

"Rutherford Smith".

Could be a soldier,
not all of them took dog tags.

Bad luck.

Right, had their rings engraved
for identification instead.

Except we know from his
alterations to his clothing,

his weight loss, the hair dye,

that he was trying
to hide his identity.

So, why wear an engraved ring?

We should contact Allan.

Ooh, you sure about that?

Can't we figure this all out
on our own?

Allan keeps extensive records
of convicted criminals.

If Rutherford Smith is an alias,
he might know him.

Yes, my father's bookshelves are
a vast library of low lives.

That must make for
interesting bedtime stories.

(SCOTTISH ACCENT):
"I ever tell you about the time

"I busted the
Greater Weeberville Fraudsters?

I thought they'd
left me for dead."

(Laughing)

"Body found. Stop.

"Request all information

"on murder victim
Rutherford Smith.

Stop."

How could no one see anything?
No witnesses?

It's shanty town.
No one sees anything.

Nobody's going to talk.

A most attractive woman,
well dressed,

in a blue coat with a fur collar
and-- and a red skirt?

You mean her?
Yes.

Well, look what
the wind blew in,

no thanks to you, Mrs. Warne.

Hello again.

That's her.
She's the one saved me.

My deepest thanks.

I'm Charlotte's brother, Harry.

Kate Warne, Pinkerton National
Detective Agency.

My, how the times have changed,
a lady Pinkerton.

And a pain in the--

This is my partner,
William Pinkerton.

Harry Rawcliffe.
This is my sister, Charlotte.

She has something to say.

Sister, please.

My brother convinced me
to come forward.

I apologize for running off.
But I was so frightened.

Of course, Miss Rawcliffe.
I'm just glad you're safe.

So, what exactly happened
that night?

Rutherford was escorting me home
from a dinner engagement

and suggested that
we take a short cut

through the shanty town.

I should never have agreed.

The killer leapt
from the shadows

and shot him in the back.

I assumed we were to be robbed.
But then Mrs. Warne appeared.

How long had you known
Mr. Smith?

Only a couple of weeks,
we met at a church social.

What about the killer,
can you describe him?

He was a tall man, thin frame,

long dark hair.

He had a wild look to the eyes.

It was dark.

But I would know the face
were I to see him again.

Well, I will have Rusty make up
some "Wanted" posters.

Rusty!

I ain't so good with faces.

You've never seen
this man before?

I've seen too many faces
to recall the one,

kept notes on the girth
of their wallet is about all.

You staying for dinner?

No.
Oh, that's too bad.

I got a mean beef stew
on the boil.

And I heard the cattle drive's
leaving tomorrow,

thought you might want
to stick around.

What on Earth
is she talking about?

Can't think of nothing.
Let's see...

Cattle drives, tall,
handsome cowboys...

Nope, it's a mystery.

What are you doing here?

Is your handsome cowboy back?

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

I was.

I came as soon as
I got your telegram

about Rutherford Smith
being murdered.

You knew him? A criminal then?

No, Rutherford Smith
was a Pinkerton detective.

Rutherford Smith was an alias.

His real name was Mack Price.

He was working undercover here
in Kansas City.

So, you had an agent here
and you didn't tell us?

Two, actually,

Mack and a fellow
named Theo Crompton.

Where is he?

Lying low, I imagine,
unsure, as I am,

if this was an intended attack
upon the Pinkertons

or some random act.

I have sent him
an encrypted telegram,

asking him to meet 2:00 p.m.
at the train station.

Allan, we could have
helped those men.

And possibly exposed them.
You know the rules, Kate.

What was the case?

The case was Missouri Copper.

The company that supplies the
copper for the telegraph lines?

They started out very small,

a couple of years years ago
in St. Louis.

And then they just began buying
out every major copper supplier.

It's unknown where
they got their money from

or why all these companies

started basically
capitulating to them.

But Washington suspected
some kind of foul play

from the manager.
His name is Nathaniel Cowan.

So, the Feds called you.

To investigate the company after
they came to Kansas City.

Now, Mack and Theo
didn't find anything wrong.

But I told them
to keep on digging.

How can we help?

I'm going to need you
to go to the train station

and secure the place
before the meeting.

Here is a photographic likeness
of Theo.

Allan, if Mack's cover
was blown,

then Theo could be dead too.

I need you
to get that female witness

over to the farmhouse right now.

I want to talk to her.

So, he didn't recognize
his assailant then?

He couldn't have, Mr. Pinkerton.

The killer shot Rutherford
in the back and then ran off.

But I got a good look.

That's helpful.

But I'm curious.

You were an eye witness.

But the killer made
no attempt on your life.

Are you suggesting complicity
on my part?

Maybe he would have tried
to kill me as well.

But your lady detective
chased him off.

She's exceedingly brave,
that one.

She's a Pinkerton.

And where is home?

We used to own a millinery shop
back in Louisville.

But the War
put us out of business.

People had no money,
at least nothing for extras.

So, now we travel from town to
town. Charlotte's a hat maker.

I help her sell her wares.

Your sister's fortunate to have

such a caring,
protective brother.

There's no reason for Charlotte
to stay here.

Mr. Rawcliffe, there is
a killer on the loose.

Now, he can identify
your sister,

which means she's
in grave danger.

You have our word.
We'll protect her.

Harry, she's right.

They're professionals
at this sort of thing.

I want to stay.

As you wish, Charlotte.

May I have a word with you
before I depart?

Of course.

What do you think?

Telegraph our bureau
in Louisville.

See if the story checks out.

2:00 p.m.

(Train approaching)

Ow! Damn it.

Here, let me.

I'm a terrible sewer.

Well, I'm terrible at cooking.

We're not exactly catches.

I've been getting along
without being some man's catch.

You never married?

Never saw the need.

And you?

I was. He passed.

Looks like you're doing
just fine on your own.

You're sure Theo left that?

Yes.

Well, what does it mean?
Where are you going?

To get more bullets.

Sorry, lass,
it's not your lucky day.

Will!

I think I found your man.

I showed that
"Wanted" poster around

to some of the lesser-lives
in here.

And I got a name: Swifty Pewter.

That's a name?

Just got out of prison,
New York state.

Armed robbery,
physical assault, the usual.

Where is he now?

South side, by the shanty town.

ALLAN:
Come on, William!

Swifty's going to have to wait.
I got to go to a farm.

Thanks, Beautiful.

(Sighing)

So, why this place?

Theo and I had a case in '63.
This was the safe house.

Our signal to meet here
was a green handkerchief.

What if the signal
wasn't from Theo?

Then this could be an ambush.
Let's go around back, eh?

(Gun cocking)

(Grunting)

William!

Stop!

Mr. Pinkerton?

Theo, thank God you're alive.

Theo, I'd like you to meet
William, my son.

(Panting)

Pleased to meet you.
Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Yeah, glad we're on
the same side.

Theo, what happened to Mack?

My, you have lovely jewellery.

Thank you.

Is that emerald?

It is. It was my grandmother's.

That's a beautiful bracelet.

It was a gift from Rutherford.

God rest his soul.

Did your brother Harry like him?

Harry never met him. I knew
Rutherford less than two weeks.

You didn't introduce them?

Harry's bossy
and very particular

about who I spend time with.

And I don't like much
being told what to do.

I mean, we're kin.
But we're not kindred spirits.

You're a free spirit.

Well, that's a pretty way
of saying I'm trouble.

(Telegraph tapping)

Will you excuse me for a minute?

THEO:
Mack got hired on
at Missouri Copper

at their Kansas City office,

idea being he'd see
the expansion firsthand,

make some friends, gain trust,

see what they let slip
over a few drinks,

maybe snoop over records
or a file or two.

If he comes up with a lead,
he could get it to me.

And I'd follow up
on the outside.

But nothing came of it?
No leads at all.

Yes, I know the company
was growing leaps and bounds.

But as far as
Mack and me could see,

it was just
good business practices.

The manager, Nathaniel Cowan,

happened to be
a clever business man.

All of this is in
the encrypted telegrams

that came to the head office.

But then just last week,
Mack stopped communicating.

I couldn't get in touch
with him.

Why didn't you tell me this,
Theo?

'Cause I didn't think
it had to do with the case.

Mack's been undercover
for years.

You know how hard it can be.

Well, the constant threat
of exposure

can take its toll
even on the best of us.

Mack was becoming reckless,

hanging out with sordid types,
drinking too much.

So, you don't think his death

had anything to do
with Missouri Copper?

They keep coming up clean.

Was his cover compromised?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry, sir.

You did your best, son.

So, what now?

Now the two of you are going to
go and find my prime suspect.

MAN:
I got it.
But then he just ran away.

Like a carriage, you know that?

Now, a horse,
we didn't start you out.

That's what happens when you
don't feed it none.

The guy with the long hair
and crazy eyes

matches the description
for Swifty.

Let me at him.

Hold on. Hold on.

If your cover's been blown,
he'll recognize you and run.

I'll make the first move.
You work around to the back.

So, when the prison guard
looked away,

I nailed him in the puss
with the whole pot of beans!

Nobody scares old Swifty boy.

Say, fellows.

Fellows, can you help a man out?
I've run a tad dry.

Move along, pal.
Ain't nothing for you here.

Trade you a story for a shot.

(Scoffing)

Okay, take that as a "Yes."

Hey, so these three halfwits,

they're drinking
in a shanty town.

And this sly son of a gun
just crept up behind them.

(Grunting)

Hell's this all about?

I think you know.

Telegram from the
Pinkerton bureau in Louisville:

Their story checks out.

Charlotte and Harry
were orphans.

Harry's raised her
since she was six.

Well, she's got to testify.

You talk to her.

You've got
a good rapport with her.

Doesn't seem to like me.

Jovial fellow such as yourself?
I'm shocked.

I'm not an ogre, you know.

Dinner in an hour.

WILL:
So, if you don't know
our friend Mack,

at least tell us where you were
the night of the murder.

What the hell night was that?

Night before last.

I was at home, here,
drunk as a skunk.

I couldn't walk,
let alone shoot a pistol.

Got anyone
to back up your story?

I was by myself.

Now leave me alone.

Hold up.

I'll make him talk.

There's no need.
We have an eyewitness.

I'll take him back
to Sheriff Logan.

You get yourself back
to the safe house.

Let's go.

I'm keeping this.

KATE:
We've apprehended a suspect.

If you can identify the killer,
he'll be arrested.

And justice will be served.

What if I choose the wrong man?

You're the only one who can
identify the killer, Charlotte.

Well, you've already arrested
him. I mean, why do you need me?

Because if he goes free,
he could kill again.

And that blood
will be on your hands.

Charlotte, I know that you
want to do the right thing.

If it's called
a "Police line-up",

how come I haven't heard of it?

It's a new technique.

The English call it
an identity parade.

It's an English invention?
That explains a lot.

They just line up like that?

No. They all need to
be facing us.

Hey, faces forward.

(Muttering)

Miss Charlotte,

do you see the man who shot
and killed Rutherford Smith?

Go on now. Take a look.

Take your time, Charlotte.
You're doing fine.

It's him, the one in the middle.
He's the killer.

Liar! I'll kill you!

(Grunting)

Stay there!

(Panting)

Do I really have to
testify against him?

I'm afraid so.

But he said he'd kill me.

Charlotte, you have nothing
to worry about.

You can stay here until the
trial, testify against Swifty.

And then he'll hang.

I'm sorry. But I must rest.

Of course.

You lie down in my room.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Swifty?

I was watching you when
that lady first walked in.

No good liar,
accusing me of murder.

If I ever get my hands on her--

You didn't recognize her,
did you?

Never saw her before in my life.

Then you got to prove it.

'Cause right now,

it's a respectable woman's word
against yours.

Yeah, we all know
how that'll go.

Can anyone vouch for you on
the night of the murder?

I already told you
I was at home, alone.

And blind drunk.

But did you do anything
that anyone might have seen?

Burn your supper?
Hang your laundry?

Throw out your chamber pot?

Sometimes, I sing.

You sing?

Mmm.

Charlotte's still asleep.

What?

Why kill Mack
if the intention was robbery?

Why not just show him the gun,
take the money and done with it?

Well, maybe someone
hired Swifty to kill Mack?

Yes. Why?

Wire the Chicago office.

And find out if Swifty's in the
criminal library, will you?

Telegraph lines are copper
surrounded with woven iron.

They don't just snap.

It was cut.

But when?

I received a telegram
earlier today.

Ask John to fix this, will you?

When Swifty gets drunk,

he sings till he passes out,

sea shanties.

"Sea shanties"? You're joking.

The kind you hope
the kiddies don't hear.

(Chuckling)

Then you heard him singing
on Saturday night?

Right there in that tent
next to you?

Yeah, Swifty was home all night.

He was belting out
them bloody songs,

kept me up till dawn.

(Insects chirping)

You were with Charlotte
the whole time?

Yes, and Charlotte never
stepped a foot outside alone.

It could have happened prior.

A man knocks on your door,

doesn't mean he hasn't
already been there a while.

Charlotte's brother?
That-- That makes no sense.

All right, it doesn't.
What then?

Where's Charlotte?

She's sleeping. Why?

Swifty's not the killer.
Charlotte lied.

She took all my jewellery!

She took everything. Damn it!

(Tapping)

Thank you, John Bell.

A-ha, an encrypted message
from the Kentucky office,

confirming that there is indeed

a Charlotte Rawcliffe
from Louisville.

We know that already.

Wait, arrested for thievery
in five different states,

confirmation there is no brother
and no Harry Rawcliffe either.

But we received
a confirmation telegram

from the Kentucky office,

confirming that Harry and
Charlotte were siblings.

Yes, we did, didn't we?

Both messages are from
the same office.

That's impossible.

One must have been sent
from somewhere else.

Someone sent a phony telegram,

then cut the telegraph line

so that we wouldn't receive
the last one, the real one.

What the hell is going on?

To intercept a telegram,

and then relay
a false response

in encrypted Pinkerton code,

that is a
sophisticated operation.

Has our code been breached?

And what if this isn't
the only message

that's been tampered with?

I'll head down to
the telegraph office.

Get every message that was sent
to us for the last two months.

Right.

I'm going to find Charlotte.

Afternoon. William Pinkerton of
the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

I need your records
for every telegram

sent from Kansas City
to our Chicago office

going back two months.

Really?

Yes, really.

Just a minute.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

MAN:
Oh, and this locket, my dear,

look at these emeralds,
all the way from Ireland,

beautiful jewellery over here,
beautiful jewellery!

Out of my way!

Hey!

(Panting)

Whoa!

(Grunting)

Help! Help me!

Freeze!

No! Ah!

Hey!

Where'd you get that jewellery
you were trying to sell?

Who wants to know?

Pinkerton National
Detective Agency.

Oh.

That belongs to my partner.

So, how long has
Charlotte Rawcliffe

been supplying
your little operation?

Who?

(Grunting)

Okay, okay, jeez.

Charlotte came to Kansas City
two months ago.

We-- We did
a little business together.

But I-- I don't really know her.

But--
But she'll be here tonight,

bunch of rich folk
from the railroad

having a party at the hotel.

It's good pickings.

(Insects chirping)

(Gun cocking)

Freeze.

Ow!

That's for stealing
my jewellery, Charlotte.

Well, you did leave it out
in plain sight.

Because I trusted you.

I'm sorry.

The truth is..

I'm a jewel thief.

I'm a jewel thief
who's desperate

to get cash so I can
leave Kansas City

because I can't testify
against an innocent man.

WILL:
Harry isn't your brother.

Who is he?

Rutherford Smith wasn't just
an innocent man.

He was an undercover
Pinkerton detective.

I know.

You knew?

Harry told me that he was.

And Harry's real name
is Nathaniel Cowan.

Manager of Missouri Copper?

One and only.

Cowan caught me
stealing from his house.

Instead of alerting a Sheriff,

he blackmailed me
into his employ

and ordered me to make
Rutherford's acquaintance.

Cowan said he had
inside knowledge

of a Pinkerton's investigation
into Missouri Copper.

How did he get
inside information?

By tapping into the lines
his company owned.

He had placed the lines
at key transfer points

so he could spy on
any business, any citizen,

and learn their plans,

their vulnerabilities,
even their personal habits.

That explains
how he was able to buy out

all those other
copper suppliers.

Yes, he had, as they say,
"Something on them".

He blackmailed them into
selling him their companies.

I mean, he can intercept
just about any telegram

sent from just about anywhere.
No one's secrets are safe.

KATE:
Charlotte,
the night of the murder?

Cowan ordered me

to take a stroll with
Rutherford-- Mack--

down near the tracks.

Where he was shot and killed.

I had no idea.

I wouldn't have
done it otherwise.

Was it Cowan who shot him?

No, it was someone else.
But I never saw the man before.

But you did see his face.

Yes.

It was not Swifty Pewter.

Cowan told me
to say that it was.

Please, I'm not a saint.

But I need to get free
of Nathaniel Cowan. We all do.

So, how do we find out
who Cowan hired to kill Mack?

We beat him at his own game.

"Charlotte Rawcliffe
is in custody.

"Stop.

"Charlotte will identify

"Mack Price's killer. Stop.

"Charlotte is ready for pickup
at the train station,

5:00 p.m. Stop."

ALLAN:
Cowan knows we're
closing in on him.

And he will be reading
our telegrams.

So, what do we do?

Patience, Theo.

He will intercept the telegram.

And this will provoke him
to send his hired gun

to the train station
at 5:00 p.m.

We hope.

Oh, he will.

Especially if he thinks
we got Charlotte.

Where do you want me?

You and I will stake out
the train station.

And I have instructed Kate
to turn up there

half an hour before
the appointed time,

dressed as Charlotte.

And me?

You will go to Kate's house.
And you will protect Charlotte.

But I want you to take
the low road by Jackson Trail.

It will take you
a little longer to get there.

But you won't be followed.

Go on.

Ah. May your God go with you.

Whoa. Sit. Wait.

Have you read these telegrams?

Yeah, especially the ones
from Mack.

Nathaniel Cowan altered only
Mack's telegrams

which confirmed
that Missouri Copper

is a legitimate company.

Which we know to be a lie.

But the one about the badger
and Sugar Mountain,

that must be some kind of code.

It's our code.

"The badger climbs
Sugar Mountain."

"Sugar Mountain" means
"Missouri Copper".

And "Climbs" means
"Changed allegiances".

The badger has turned.

Who's the badger?

The man who killed Mack Price.

If your plan
to trap Cowan goes wrong,

he could end up killing you,
Kate.

He could, I suppose.

(Cocking)

Put this in the kitchen,
just in case.

It's okay.

(Sighing)

(Knocking)

That must be Theo.

Kate?

Kate Warne, pleased to meet you.

THEO:
You ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

And where's that witness?

Let me get her.

Out of the way.

You want to kill her,

you're going to have to
shoot me first.

Just try me.

Should I turn around, Theo?

So you can shoot me in the back
like you did Mack Price?

Shut up.

Very clever:

You kill Mack in shanty town
and pin it on a drifter.

THEO:
I said shut up!

Drop it. Theo.

(Grunting)

COWAN:
Make this easy.
Drop the guns and step aside.

(Panting)

Easy now.

(Whimpering)

Thanks for the hospitality.

(Grunting)

Theo!

(Groaning)

Stay right there, Cowan!

(Groaning)

Hands in air, Theo.

Go ahead then, Pinkerton! Shoot!

Holster your gun!

You were a good man,

once upon a time.

What happened to you?

Got tired of working for

an ungrateful taskmaster
like you, Pinkerton.

Mr. Cowan appreciated my work,

offered to finance
my own detective agency.

Oh, just another of his goons,
eh?

What kind of a life
is that to live?

It's not like your hands
have always been clean.

I don't shoot my friends
in the back, Theo.

Oh, he was a good man.

Mack, he trusted you
with his life.

He's in the hands
of the Lord now.

But I am sending you
straight to...

(Groaning)

Hell!

(Groaning)

(Spitting)

Cover him face.
I don't want to see him no more.

(Bird squawking)

(Indistinct chattering)

That's the toughest part of the
job, son, is losing good men.

One was a turncoat.

And I lost him too,
somewhere along the way.

Why didn't I see it coming?

'Cause you can't control
everything and everyone.

More's the pity.

Pour me one of those.

Hey, where is
your dear friend Charlotte, eh?

I put her on a train.

Where to?

Away from Kansas City.

You're a generous soul.

You could have
brought her up on charges.

The woman deserved
a second chance.

She may have been a handful.

But I have to admit
I was growing

to appreciate her company.

Have I ever told the two of you
how much you mean to me?

Never.
Nope.

Well, let's drink to that.

(Clinking)

(Chuckling)

NARRATOR:
Next week on The Pinkertons...

Missy!
Do not serve that coward.

Someone shot my dog.

No one kills a dog
for no reason.

The intimidation tactics
are escalating.

I'm not leaving my land.

WILL: Railroad's got to be buying up
at least 50 properties.

- Man just wants to be left in peace.
- He doesn't back down.

Railroad's good at getting
their way.

My own brother.

If three men with a rope
couldn't force me off,

you think you've got
a better shot?