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(Grunting)

(Whimpering)

(Grunting)

(Distant gunshot)

Jack!

Jack!

(Horses whinnying)

Jack...

(Sighing)

Letter from home?

My brother Robert.

- You have a brother? - Twin, actually.

There's two of you?

We're nothing alike.

I'll resist the obvious joke.

Yeah, he's crowing about all the big cases

he's working in Chicago.

Well, yeah, Chicago is a real city.

I guess that's why your father's giving him all the plum jobs.

Missy...

I'll have another rum, please.

Barmaid, do not serve that coward.

I know a gutless deserter when I see one. Worse, a rebel!

You got a problem, Miss?

Ask him.

What the hell was that about?

Beats me.

Not your first run-in tonight?

You got blood on your shirt.

Someone shot my dog.

They shot your dog? Why would they do that?

Jack was a good dog.

Just had the bad luck of knowing me, I suppose.

Much obliged.

Had me a good mutt once. Called him "Cincinnati".

Named it after General Grant's horse.

Liked to bite the feathers off of chickens.

My dog, not Grant's horse.

Friend, are you going somewhere with this?

Maybe I could find who shot Jack.

Put your mind at ease.

What? Are you just going to ask around?

Yeah. Will Pinkerton.

Pinkerton.

It's nice of you to offer, but any dough I have,

I'm using it to fix up my old place.

Look, mister, uh...

Cane. Jeremiah Cane.

Jeremiah, I'd be happy to do it on the house.

Dog's family to me.

Never pegged you for a softie, Will.

I'm not a softie, just, no one kills a dog for no reason.

Good dogs.

So you offered the professional services

of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency

to find the killer of a dog?

We're not getting paid,

so technically it's not the professional services.

Oh, problem solved.

Didn't you have a dog as a kid? No.

Didn't think so. Ow.

We had goats.

Wait. Your family?

Mm. There was one, Virgil.

He really liked apples.

You had a pet goat?

He wasn't a pet, I just liked him.

And then one time, we were having stew for dinner

and I couldn't find Virgil and I realised that my father had--

Yeah, I'm eating here, Kate.

Life on a farm, Will. What can I say?

Now, can we get back to you working for free

to catch a dog killer?

You know the woman I told you about?

The one who called Jeremiah a rebel deserter? Yeah.

He was making out like she was crazy,

but she didn't seem that crazy to me.

Will, this is about a dog.

No, I know. I know.

Okay, go find her, inquire after her accusations

and then close this case.

Which, to me, is not a case.

I'll have it wrapped up by dinner.

Just don't order the goat stew.

MERCHANT: I got something for ya!

MAN: Glad to hear.

MAN #2: You watch were you're goin'!

Looks like I got myself an admirer.

Will Pinkerton.

Good for you. Kumquat?

No thanks.

Makes a nice jelly.

It's preserve-making season.

What have you got against Jeremiah, Miss...

Cunningham. Alice Cunningham.

And I thought I made myself clear last night.

Not a fan of the South?

Geography doesn't interest me.

But he left his fellow soldiers behind,

and that's the worst kind of coward.

You fought in the war?

Union nurse. Saw a lot of dead and wounded

because deserters like your boy shirked his duty.

So much for honour and loyalty.

All right. Jeremiah's a coward.

Is that why you went to his farm and killed his dog?

Dog? I didn't kill any dog.

I was nowhere near his farm.

I went to the Dubois for a drink

after a day of shopping and making jelly.

Well, unless someone helped you with that,

I hope your kumquats can talk.

Well, they can't, and I've had about enough of talking.

You that Pinkerton taking on Jeremiah's case?

That'd be me.

Reuben Cane, little brother.

Live out Lexington way.

Well, that's a ways.

Figured he needed me.

Especially to bury his dog. Little much if you ask me.

My brother lacks a certain sympathy.

It's just a dog, Jeremiah.

They tracked me down for deserting,

spent a year in military prison.

Fellas dying all around:

consumption, starvation,

name it.

War ended, I'm free.

Disgraced, but free.

I found Jack in the street that very night,

just as scared and alone--

We saved each other.

Couldn't have made the journey back without him.

Deserves a proper burial.

You're right.

Who's in that grave?

His wife.

When did she pass?

Just last month. Two weeks before he got back.

Influenza.

He's not right.

He feels responsible for her dying.

WILL: Just because he deserted?

REUBEN: Doesn't make sense, I know.

And he's no coward.

Just hated what both sides were doing to each other.

Why the hell kill a man's dog?

Because it hurt him. This is personal.

Jeremiah ever have any issues with his neighbours?

He mostly keeps to himself now.

Still. Where's the nearest neighbour?

Well, Hank Sloan's about a half-mile west.

(Crow cawing)

MAN: And if you want a good egg-laying bird,

you're talking White Leghorns or Golden Comets.

Let's say I'm interested in a good eating chicken.

Well, that's a Cornish Cross.

But there are birds that are good for both,

like Plymouth Rocks, Rhode Island Reds,

Dorkings and Wine Dots.

But why would a Pinkerton man be here to talk about chickens?

I used to have a dog that liked

to bite the feathers off of them.

What?

Never mind.

Look, Mr. Sloan, I'm just talking with all the neighbours,

trying to get a better picture.

There was an incident at the Cane farm last night.

What kind of incident?

Someone shot his dog dead.

You ever have any run-ins with the animal?

No. Why would I?

Maybe the dog came to sample one of your Dorkings.

Yeah, if he had, I would've shot him. But I didn't.

Mr. Pinkerton, whatever you're fishing around for ain't here.

I like Jeremiah, been neighbours for years.

All right. Well, thanks for your time.

What are the stakes for?

Surveyors. The railroad's buying up properties

for their Western line.

I didn't see any on Jeremiah's farm.

Didn't want the railroad on his land.

The man just wants to be left in peace. Can't say I blame him.

Yeah. Thanks for your time, Mr. Sloan.

KATE: Surveyor stakes?

Not on Jeremiah's land, but plenty on Hank's.

The railroad's Western line.

Start mentioning railroads and land deals,

I'm starting to think there's something else going on here.

You mean, other than a lonely man with a dead dog

and a neighbour that can tell the difference between

a Rhode Island Red and a Plymouth Rock?

Yes, in fact, I do mean that.

Did you collect any evidence?

There was some shotgun pellets where Jack was killed,

but that doesn't narrow it down. No.

Well, I suppose it's worth a conversation

with the railroad people, to see what's what.

Well, I thought this case was beneath you.

And I thought you'd have it wrapped up by dinner.

You coming? Yeah!

(Bell ringing)

Mm, that's the daily special, right? Goat stew?

Food in Kansas City is bland. No geschmack.

Well, they definitely need to put more ge-shmack into it.

But the beer sure looks good.

If I may inquire, Mr. Kloppenburg,

did you approach Jeremiah Cane about purchasing

some of his land for your railroad?

I did.

And he didn't warm to the idea of parting with his land?

He did not.

Did he give a reason why?

He said sentimental reasons.

His wife is buried there.

Mm, yeah.

But we can always move her.

We will do this for him, yes? We get things done.

It might not be so simple for him.

Well, we cannot wait while he reaches a decision.

Missouri Limited is determined to construct

a Western expansion line.

At present, we are exploring a number of different routes.

Jeremiah Cane is only a small part of this exploration.

Can I ask why your agency is involved?

It's about a dead dog.

This is levity, Mr. Pinkerton?

It is not, Mr. Kloppenburg.

So, what are you thinking?

I think that Jeremiah's farm is the only property

not barked off by the railroad.

And you think he's being strong-armed into selling?

Don't you? Yeah.

Then why did you ask me what I was thinking?

Because I didn't know what you were thinking.

What else could I be thinking?

I don't know. "I need new shoes"? I can't read your mind.

At this precise moment,

Will Pinkerton, that is a very good thing.

Tell me what you're thinking.

I think that when Missouri Limited builds a rail line,

the train stops for no one.

And they shot Jeremiah's dog to send a message.

Maybe.

Someone should tell him,

'cause I don't think he got that message.

Then I think it's time you introduced us.

Oh, by the wind

(Rustling)

What the hell?!

Get off!

Leave me be!

(Grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

Help!

MAN: Show him the paper.

Sign it.

I ain't signing nothing.

Sign or swing, farmer.

Go to Hell.

Last chance.

(Spitting)

I made it clear where I stand,

you railroad sons of bitches.

Do what you gotta do.

Crazy old coot.

MAN: String him up.

Let him swing.

(Gunshot)

Huh?

Let's get out of here, boys!

(Choking, gasping)

(Choking)

(Gunshot)

Will, Will!

Come on, come on. Up, up, up!

Breathe, breathe.

(Patrons laughing, chattering)

(Sighing)

A lady Pinkerton.

Never heard of such a thing.

I hear that a lot.

Well, I can't help you much.

I didn't recognize any of the boys,

and I was preoccupied with the noose around my neck.

I take your point.

Told me to sign or hang. I remember that part real clear.

Well, good news.

Someone's missing a saddle horn.

Could be anyone.

That was mostly my point.

Have you two narrowed down our list of suspects?

Railroads, neighbours.

Basically anyone with a vested interest in rail expansion.

So you've narrowed it down to pretty much everyone.

Well, I'm surprised this saddle horn you picked up

hasn't cracked the case wide open for us.

You two work together?

You and your brother co-own the land?

Yeah. I guess our father couldn't pick a favourite.

Not a problem with my father.

You never mentioned it before.

Or the fact that Reuben had signed over his share.

You suggesting Reuben had something to do with this?

I think the intimidation tactics are escalating.

First your dog, now this.

Do you think your brother is capable?

No. He doesn't have the stomach for it.

Well, until we figure it out, you'll have to come with us.

We can keep you safe. I'm not leaving my land.

Three men with a rope couldn't force me off.

You think you got a better shot?

I can't believe it. Is Jeremiah all right?

Yeah. He's upset but he's still stubborn.

My brother's always been that way.

I fear for him if he doesn't back down.

Railroad's good at getting their way.

Reuben, lunch!

My wife.

Hello! I've made plenty, if you'd care to join us.

Oh, no, thank you. We can't.

I'll be in shortly, dear.

Would you give us a moment, please?

My wife's on the shy side.

Never once set foot in Kansas City. Too loud.

Mr. Cane, you might have mentioned that you already

sold over your half of the land to the railroad.

I knew how it would look.

You have to understand: I only want what's best for my brother.

And what is that?

We thought Jeremiah was dead.

The Army sent a telegram that he'd been killed in Virginia.

An administrative error, it turns out.

We didn't know that.

The missus and I took in his wife.

I had to take care of her.

She was never comfortable here.

Her grief was deep.

Before she died,

asked me to bury her on their land.

Now Jeremiah watches over her.

That land's a shrine, is what it is.

It's no way to live.

When the railroad came calling, I leapt at the chance.

I thought my brother could finally put this behind him.

It's not doing him any good to be there.

Every morning, waking up, stuck in the past.

Well, you might not have to worry about that much longer

if he doesn't let us help him.

(Sighing)

I'll talk to him again.

Thank you, detectives.

Something wrong with your lunch?

Yeah, no geschmack.

Oh, yeah.

Reuben seems like a good brother to Jeremiah.

He does. You have any brothers or sisters?

Yes. And how'd you get along?

Fine. What about Robert?

What's it like having a twin?

It's fine. Fine?

It's all you had to say about your family.

I wasn't close with my family.

Okay, well, that's a start at least.

Mm, good. Your turn.

Robert and me are nothing alike.

I know. I've met him. Ohh, he did not care for me.

And you're implying that I do?

I am not implying anything.

The thing about Robert

is that he's dead set against female detectives.

Uh...

Okay, I might have been too, but that was then.

Uh... You're gonna stop that, right?

Uh, no.

What's that?

Oh. Land ownership records and surveyor's maps

I got from Miss Gallimore at the clerks' office.

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

KATE: There's Jeremiah's neighbours.

But if Jeremiah wasn't going to sell even if Reuben signed off,

why survey their land?

I don't know.

I'll be damned.

KATE: What? Look at the surveyor's signature.

Alice Cunningham.

The woman who picked a fight with Jeremiah at the bar.

You followed up with her.

Funny, she didn't mention she works for the railroad.

This can't be a coincidence.

Only one way to find out.

Whoa. Miss Cunningham.

Interesting line of work you're in.

I don't recall being asked how I make my pay.

What's this about now?

Someone tried to hang Jeremiah Cane

the night after you picked a fight with him.

I don't talk to strangers.

Kate Warne, Pinkertons.

Interesting line of work you're in.

You surveyed Jeremiah's property

even after he turned down the railroad. Why?

Maybe surveying Jeremiah's land wasn't right,

but people change their minds sometimes,

and we need to be ready when they do.

And if they don't?

Executions aren't part of my purview,

lady Pinkerton.

Must be difficult. What's that?

Being a woman in a man's business.

So, what, we're buddies now?

Okay, how about this:

Where were you when someone tried to hang Jeremiah Cane?

In town, on my day off.

Do you want a list of people who saw me?

Actually, yes, I will need that.

Fine. In the meantime, nice talking to you.

I don't know, Will. She doesn't seem like

the type of woman who'd kill a man over money.

That's not a type, that's the world we live in.

Let's see if Jeremiah has something different to say.

I'll talk to him.

Why don't you go have a chat with Alice's boss?

Those wheels are always turning, aren't they, Will?

Yeah.

Jeremiah. How you holding up?

So far, no one's tried to hang me,

so make that a good day.

Well, I spoke with Alice.

Who?

Your friend from the bar.

She been around here lately?

Yeah, last week.

Me and Jack chased her off for trying to stake my land.

She ever pressure you to sell?

No.

Might have been an exchange of harsh language, but that's it.

Why? She got something to do with all this?

Yeah, she might have.

Well, ain't that interesting.

Mr. Kloppenburg, I know you want to be loyal to your employees--

It has nothing to do with loyalty, detective.

Alice is one of my best surveyors.

What is this suggestion of wrongdoing based upon?

This was put to Jeremiah when three men tried to hang him.

And you think this was Alice's doing?

Someone from your railroad.

That is a standard-issue contract.

We sent that to Jeremiah several weeks ago,

along with a number of other landowners.

They were open to sell? Ja.

But I won't lie, if his contract came back to me

with his signature, it would make my job easier.

But what you're describing is not how we conduct ourselves

at Missouri Limited.

Of course, given the upstanding citizens you railroad folk are.

I'm aware of our less-than-sterling reputation.

But I do not work that way.

You need to talk to the landowners.

It is they that have the most to gain from this deal.

Like Hank Sloan, for instance?

Yeah, why not?

Mr. Sloan and his filthy chickens.

Whoa.

So we have Hank Sloan's chickens but no Hank.

Might be in town? And leave his beloved Leghorns?

So if we accept Jeremiah's opinion that Alice wasn't party

to the murder attempt and Otto Kloppenburg

is being straight with us...

We're talking about all those landowners

who signed on the dotted line.

Every one of them a suspect.

This could take a while.

Whoa. Whoa.

What the...

Kate, look. No saddle horn.

Hank must have been at the hanging.

We've got to find this guy.

Whoa! Ah! Will!

Jesus!

WILL: I think we found him.

This was so much easier when it was just about a dead dog.

No sign of the weapon.

It was something large, judging by the wounds.

Body's still warm.

Must've only been killed a few hours ago.

You know, the world's most distraught former dog owner

lives just past that hill.

Maybe Jeremiah suspected Hank was part of the gang

that tried to hang him. It's possible.

Although, I don't know if it fits Jeremiah's character.

Didn't you say Reuben told you

that Jeremiah hadn't been right since his wife died?

Yes, I did.

Aren't you cold out here?

I'm used to it.

I practically live outside now.

Too hard being inside that house. The reminders.

I visited your neighbour Hank Sloan today.

Yeah. How's he doing?

He's dead, Jeremiah.

Murdered.

Good Lord.

What is happening?

We found his horse.

Missing a saddle horn.

The one Will shot off the night they tried to hang out.

Hank was one of them. Seems certain.

Well, if I think that then that gives me

a damn good reason to want to kill him.

Exactly.

Could you tell us where you were the past few hours?

Reuben and I were delivering hay

to a farm past Sibley.

And the farmer can confirm that?

Never saw him. The wheel broke when we were halfway there.

Had to turn around and get back before sunset.

Reuben will tell you.

Hank.

Geez, why didn't I see this?

See what?

Well, it's no secret that Hank owns

a good chunk of the properties around here.

And somehow, most of them ended up smack in the middle

of the new rail line.

Thought he was a lucky guy,

but maybe he greased some wheels.

Bribed railroad officials.

I don't know, but there's lucky and there's too lucky.

I wonder what Otto's having for lunch.

I do not believe Alice would take a bribe.

Do you mind if we take a look

at the work she's been doing for you?

(Sighing)

This is our current plan through the area.

What are these markings?

Looks like an alternate route.

Alice must have redrawn the map.

In Hank's favour. Ja.

It certainly looks that way.

So it's possible Hank bribed her.

I would be lying if I said I was unaware

of this practice in our business in general.

But I do not engage in it or allow it.

In fact, I fired two employees on our last project

for enriching themselves.

What about on this project?

I apologise, detectives, for not listening to you before,

but you have my word Alice will be fired immediately,

just to be on the safe side of propriety.

Wait a day. We need to talk to her first.

(Horse approaching)

We know about your arrangement with Hank.

Oh, yeah? What's he been telling you?

Nothing. He's dead, Alice.

Stabbed eight times in the chest.

Hank's dead?

But why?

We hoped that you could help us figure that out.

You think I did it?

You've been lying to us from the beginning.

Why would I kill him? If he's dead, I get nothing.

Nothing? Nothing of what?

He, uh, he promised me a cut of the proceeds

if I routed the line through his property.

And since Jeremiah's been holding out,

there's no proceeds to cut.

Maybe you weren't too happy about that.

Wanted to renegotiate terms. Argument got out of hand...

All right, look, I didn't kill him, I swear.

Oh, we believe you because of

your outstanding record of honesty.

Giddyup. Giddyup.

KATE: Yah, yah.

Oh, hello. Are you looking for Reuben?

Is he around?

Oh, he's just inside.

Is this about the railroad matter?

Yes.

Perhaps our friends would like a nice cup of tea, dear.

Oh, no, thank you. I'll have one.

As will I.

What's this about?

Hank Sloan was murdered.

The chicken farmer?

Could you tell us where you were this afternoon?

Me?

We just need to be thorough.

I was with my brother,

trying to deliver hay to Sibley.

Can you think of anyone other than your brother

who may have had reason to kill Hank?

No.

But as we were leaving for Sibley,

I saw someone in Hank's pasture,

not far from Jeremiah's property line.

I thought it might be a railroad person

'cause they had one of those surveyor's poles.

What did he or she look like?

Couldn't tell, I was too far away.

You and Jeremiah were together at this point?

Well, no, actually, I had to wait on him a bit.

He came riding in just later.

Went to town to pick up some tools, he said.

This must be the border between Jeremiah's land and Hank's.

Still stakes on Jeremiah's side.

I suppose it's easy for him to just grab one up

and go kill Hank.

But even if Jeremiah was up here,

it doesn't prove he killed Hank.

I know, but he did have motive and opportunity.

What about his alibi, though, the trip to Sibley?

Which his brother confirmed, sort of.

All I'm saying is that

before you make assumptions about people,

you need the evidence to back it up.

Yes, anyone can turn killer, but Jeremiah,

the guy just wants a fresh start.

What can I say? I like the guy.

I guess Alice could be lying again.

Right.

She has proven her liberal relationship with the truth.

Looks like we found our murder weapon.

Is that enough evidence for you?

It's evidence, Kate, but what does it prove?

Not the most pleasant way to go, I imagine.

Leaves you longing for the good old days

when people just shot each other.

Despite your sympathy for Jeremiah, which I share,

we really don't know him.

I mean, the man could be capable of murder.

Or his brother, for that matter.

I don't like to think that way,

but hell, could've been both of them.

And they're each covering for the other.

(Sighing)

(Hooves falling)

Jeremiah. You going somewhere?

I'm leaving town. Sold my land to the railroad this afternoon.

You what? Why now?

Better question is why did I wait so long?

Your wife is buried here.

And it'll be the two of us if I stick around.

You told me that.

Besides, with what they're paying me,

I can buy a place in St. Louis twice this big.

I thought it was never about the money for you.

Detectives,

I appreciate what you've done for me.

But I don't have the fight. I just don't.

Thank you for your hard work.

I'm grateful, and I know Jack would be too.

I got some more packing up to do.

Of course.

Let's go.

Giddyup.

Give yourself bunions, you know.

I'm thinking.

I know better than to ask what about.

What are we missing, Will?

Why is Jeremiah leaving now

after everything he's been through?

Besides it being the sensible solution?

Unreasonable people don't just suddenly become reasonable.

Yeah, I've noticed that.

If he did murder Hank,

it makes sense for him to get out of town.

Maybe he thought he was next.

Something doesn't add up.

What does add up?

Let's try a different result and work backward.

Pick a suspect, any suspect.

Reuben.

Okay, Reuben murdered Hank. Why? What's his motive?

Maybe he was trying to protect Jeremiah.

Heard that Hank tried to hang him, took care of it himself.

And then waffles on Jeremiah's alibi?

You can't have it both ways.

Brothers are complicated.

Voice of experience?

Voice of "I don't particularly care for

my dear brother Robert."

But I wouldn't turn on him,

even though he does have a giant pickle up his--

Hank was murdered and then Jeremiah sold his land.

Those two things have to be connected.

Okay, but where does the dog fit in to all that?

No one cares, Will. The dog is secondary.

What do you have against dogs, anyway?

Nothing. I just prefer cats.

I mean, they're independent, self-reliant creatures,

unlike dogs, who only win your affection

to secure food and lodging.

You talking about dogs or suitors?

Dogs are always fun, they're always excited to see you.

Loyal, protective of their masters to the bitter end--

That's it. Come on, come on, come on.

(Patrons chattering, laughing)

WOMAN: He never does. He never does.

WILL: Caught you just in time.

Couldn't resist one last visit

before I head off to St. Louis.

Must be hard to pull up stakes and leave it all behind.

Easier than staying.

We just have one last question for you.

I was hoping this whole mess was behind me.

It's about your dog.

Jack.

Tell us again about the night he was killed.

(Sighing)

I was out back chopping wood,

I heard a gunshot, I ran out front,

saw someone ride off,

found Jack shot dead.

Did you hear him barking at all?

Barking?

Before he was killed?

No. He didn't bark.

And would you say that's normal behaviour for Jack

with a stranger?

No. He used to bark like mad

at strangers.

So, what does that tell you?

It was someone he recognized.

We think so.

But who would that be, other than your brother?

Reuben.

We know he's your brother,

and I understand you not wanting to point the finger at kin,

but if he killed Jack,

let's just say that brotherhood only goes so far.

I can't believe that he killed Jack.

Why did you sell your land, Jeremiah?

Why now?

(Sighing)

Reuben came to me, told me what he did.

What he did?

Said I owed him.

For what?

Hank Sloan.

Reuben killed Hank.

He said it was retribution for Hank threatening me.

What if Hank and Reuben were in on the land deal together?

And you got in their way.

Reuben came to threaten you that night,

but Jack interfered, so--

Send a stronger message, kill the dog.

Right. When that didn't work,

Hank upped the pressure and put a noose around your neck.

But that was too much for Reuben, so he killed Hank.

I can't believe it.

My own brother.

Oh. Oh, my God.

What?

If he was willing to kill my dog and Hank

then maybe he also...

He--!

Jeremiah, where are you going?

I never thought to question it.

To question what?

He's always so quiet, so gentle. I never thought!

WILL: Never thought what, Jeremiah?

Reuben said she got sick. Your wife?

What if he lied?

What if he killed her for the property

because the rail line's going through?

And if he did, there might be proof!

KATE: Jeremiah! Go! Go, go, go!

(Slow motion): Come on!

(Slow motion): Jeremiah!

Jeremiah. Where is she?

What? Who? My wife!

(Cocking gun)

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

(Cocking gun)

Where is Margaret?

I thought you were dead.

The Army said you'd been killed.

I took her in, I cared for her.

I did the right thing by you, Jeremiah.

But by the time I found out you were only in prison,

I couldn't just give her up.

I loved her. What could I do?

Jeremiah.

(Gasping)

Margaret, my love.

You knew?!

May this deception damn your soul!

I didn't mean for any of this.

Brother...

thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house,

thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife.

Your sin weighs heavy on your heart.

I see that.

But I will not forgive you.

You look elsewhere for that.

And may God help you.

I sold the house.

It's okay.

I always hated that place.

(Laughing, sobbing)

(Patrons chattering)

Writing a letter home?

To Robert, telling him about this case.

Hmm. It was a good solve. Do you think he'll be impressed?

I doubt it. But I'm not writing to brag,

just to stay in touch.

With the brother who looks down on your current assignment?

He can look down all he wants.

Don't you ever write to your brothers and sisters?

Like I said, we weren't close, so.

You always have a way to avoid talking about yourself.

I told you about Virgil.

Oh, the pet goat. Yes, I stand corrected.

And what if I told you that I named Virgil

after one of my brothers?

(Laughing) Really? Okay.

Well, now we're getting started.

Where's brother Virgil today?

Lives in Schenectady, New York.

A married schoolteacher with three children, last I'd heard.

Tell me more, Mrs. Warne.

Oh, don't push your luck, Mr. Pinkerton.

NARRATOR: Next week on The Pinkertons:

KATE: Two men dead, one of them an Indian.

That could be trouble.

KATE: The killer doesn't know that he was there,

but he'll come back and try and kill the boy.

And what troubles you, Miss Harper?

- You. - There's an element in the city

who hate people of other colours.

Thanks for telling me where that murdered Indian is.

Might have to go pay him a little visit.

Hey!