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(Accordion music playing)

(Patrons laughing
and chattering)

What's the matter, Kate?
You scared?

Not scared.
Skeptical.

Aren't you?

Yeah. Aren't you?

All the more reason
to buy your tickets now.

Skeptic or believer,
all are welcome here.

All who can afford a ticket.
Right, Mister...?

Doctor. Dr. Abel Sprague.

PhD in Clairvoyant Divination
and Esoteric Herbology.

My son Joe emcees
our nightly performances.

And, yes, as you
so keenly observed,

your pecuniary offerings
are appreciated.

(Coins clanging)
Enjoy the show.

See, Kate?
He's a doctor.

Yes, I wonder which
mail-order catalogue

bestowed Dr. Sprague with such
dazzling credentials?

Don't be all hoity-toity.

Let's just try
and have some fun.

You dragged me to that
Shakespeare play, remember?

Oh, let's not compare this
to Hamlet.

"There are more things
in heaven and earth, Mrs. Warne,

than are dreamt of
in your philosophy."

I can tell
you've practiced that.

Look, skeptic or not,

your ticket's bought
and paid for.

So sit back
and enjoy the show.

What can I get you, Clarence?
Let me see.

A tincture, perhaps?

Look, Will. I think I found
the only man alive

more gullible than you.

Does he know that Abe
and Mary Lincoln were believers?

(Inaudible)

No, no.
A brief meeting,

just for a moment.

You're going
to regret this.

I wonder what's back there

that sparked his interest
so intensely?

Yeah, I wonder.

(Indistinct chattering)

The night's getting
more interesting by the second.

What the hell is he doing
back in Kansas City?

Kenji!

Not the most enthusiastic
of greetings.

Seekers of wonderment.

Dreamers and doubters.

Welcome to Dr. Sprague's
Travelling Spiritualism Show.

Tonight we present the
Lost Daughter of the Emperor.

Seer of spirits.

Healer of hearts.

Miyo the Mystical.

(Audience murmuring, applauding)

MAN:
Miyo!

Miyo has immersed herself
deep in a trance,

so that the souls of the
departed may speak through her.

(Audience gasping)

What is it, Miyo?

She says the spirits
are prepared to speak.

You, sir.

There is a spirit here
beckons you.

MAN:
Gosh, me?

He says that you carry
a cherished memento

he once gave you.
Oh! Oh!

My Pappy gave me this
on his deathbed

right before the black pox
took him.

(Audience applauding)

Does he have
a message for me?

Your Pappy says he wants you
to propose to Sarah Jean

and give him grandkids.

I will.

I love you, Pappy!

(Gasping and coughing)

(Wailing)

What's she saying?

Oh, this is horrible.

The spirits have foreseen

that someone in this room

will be murdered
this very night.

MAN 1: Oh, my God!
MAN 2: Murdered?

Fear not, brethren.

Doc Sprague's patented
talismans and salves

are guaranteed to ward off
the evil eye.

I can't believe some people
are gullible enough--

WILL:
Well, that's for me.

(Inaudible)

Thank you.

(Sighing)

(Chuckling)

Yeah, she was mad
as a hornet.

"Why on earth would you waste
your hard-earned money

on such nonsense, Will?"

(Laughing)
So she just left?

And went straight home.

Which, by the way,
is where we thought

you were headed
the last time we saw you.

What the hell happened?

I can't go back to Japan.

I failed to return
the fugitive

to my government
for prosecution.

It's a matter of honour.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Kenji.

So was I, at first.

I wandered west,
searching.

Where to go.
What to do.

My thoughts kept on
returning to Kansas City

and the Pinkertons.

I wish to pursue
detective work.

You're aiming to be
our competition?

Some people cannot afford
the Pinkertons' fee.

Others do not want to hire you
for a variety of reasons.

My client says--
Wait, wait, wait.

You already have a client?

My client says
they swindled him.

He hired me
to retrieve his goods.

(Woman wailing)

(Gasping)

That's the man
who cheated my client.

WILL:
It's Joe Sprague, the emcee.

Looks like he's been
strangled.

But with what?

Look at the pattern
of those bruises.

It's just like
Miyo the Mystical predicted.

(Scoffing)

She predicted nothing.

What the dead man translated
was not what she said.

She was making fun of the food
and the audience.

Oh.

ABEL:
Where's my son?

Joe?

What are you doing?
Take your hands off my boy!

Oh, God! No! Oh!

Doc, I'm a Pinkerton agent,
all right? I'm here to help.

Then, please,
find out who did this.

I'll pay you.

Oh, Joe...

Malone?

What are you
doing here?

Oh, he's my client.

The dead guy
fleeced him?

Well, that could
be a motive.

(Indistinct chattering)

I paid you to help me, not get
me questioned for murder.

Mr. Malone, tell me, what was
your quarrel with Joe Sprague?

I'd rather not say.

Your silence
isn't helping your case.

What are they doing here?

Doc Sprague hired the Pinkertons
to find his son's killer.

KATE:
Right now, you're our
prime suspect.

If you're innocent,
the truth will only help you.

I suggest you answer
our questions.

Joe Sprague stole from me.

Sold me this incantation.

Told me that if I buried silver
by the mouth of Brush Creek

and chanted under
the full moon,

10 days later I'd get gold back
a hundredfold.

I did everything
just like he said, and--

And let me guess.
Ten days later, no gold?

All I found was an empty hole
where my tea service once lay.

You don't strike me as
the tea party type, Mr. Malone.

That tea service
was my ma's.

BEATRICE:
Deputy, I wish
to report a theft.

I was planning
to host tomorrow's

meeting of the
Ladies Temperance Union,

when my maid discovered
that our tea service had been...

Mr. Malone?

I was going to return it
as soon as I got the treasure.

So now your client's
charged with murder and theft.

That's some real smooth
detective work there, Kenji.

I should never have returned
to Kansas City.

KATE:
Will, you've crossed paths
with Malone before.

What's your take on him?

He's a bit
of a dunderhead.

Known to break
a law or two.

But there's no malice in him.

I sure as hell don't buy him
murdering a man over a teapot.

Well, it still makes sense for
us to investigate Malone first,

if only to clear his name.

And perhaps, in the process,
you and I can help Kenji

by retrieving
the stolen goods.

You'd help me?

Your competition?

Sure. All in the name
of justice, right?

Thank you.
KATE: Then it's settled.

We'll try our best
to find the real killer.

And I'll talk
to Beatrice Barclay.

Wait, the tea party lady?
Why?

She's hiding something.

How do you know that?

Let's just say I have a nose
for such things.

I'll go search
Joe Sprague's room,

see if I can't find
that missing silver.

KATE:
Good. You never know what you'll
find in a dead man's room.

(Clanking)

(Sighing)

Thank you for agreeing
to see me, Mrs. Barclay.

My apologies
for the humble china.

It's no silver tea service,
but it's quaint.

Yes. Quaint.

Certainly you can
appreciate my outrage,

Detective Warne.

My husband entrusted Mr. Malone
to muck dung from our stables.

This is how
he repays us?

Such ingratitude.

But if I may make a case
in defence of Mr. Malone,

he's an uneducated man that was
victimized by swindlers.

I believe he truly intended
to return your tea service.

If the Pinkertons
can retrieve it,

would you consider dropping
the charges against Malone?

Good Christians
always forgive.

Isn't that right,
Detective Warne?

Well, it's settled then.

Return the tea service
and we'll drop the charges.

Is there something else?

Yes.

Kiss Me Sweetly.

I beg your pardon?

It's the name
of your perfume.

Oh!

Oh, yes.

How astute.

My husband had a bottle
ordered for me,

all the way
from Philadelphia.

You like it?

Yes, it's lovely.

Suits you far better
than it does Malone.

I smelled it
on his person at the jail.

If Malone's convicted
of Joe Sprague's murder,

he will hang.

You realize that,
don't you?

Mr. Malone...

is innocent.

He was with me at the hotel
that night.

Please don't tell my husband.

Good Christians never tell.

Right, Mrs. Barclay?

(Indistinct chattering)

These are stolen goods, Doc.

Your son Joe was cheating folks
out of their belongings.

Tricking folks into believing
that the spirits

would make them rich.

I had no idea Joe dealt
in such shenanigans.

Some claim that's what
spiritualists do:

scam people.
No.

So you're saying your show
isn't a fraud?

It is a temporary respite
from grief.

People die constantly
on this lawless frontier.

Killed by disease, by calamity,
by crime, by war.

We help heal the pain
of the survivors

by allowing them to reach out
to their lost loved ones.

That's a pretty way of saying
that you lie to them.

I sell tickets

and bottles of Dr. Sprague's
Miracle Tonic.

You mean coloured
sugar water.

Plus alcohol,
which has been known

to work the occasional
miracle.

But as for this level
of dishonesty...

My son Joe was ambitious,

possessed a tenuous grasp
of morality.

And the night of the murder?

Where were you
when Joe was killed?

Miyo and I were enjoying a plate
of beans here in the saloon.

The barmaid can confirm.

Fair enough.

There's just one last thing
I don't understand:

the murder prediction.

Part of the script.
Miyo always predicts a murder.

In towns like this,
half the time she's right.

And the other half?

Well, I reckon
on those occasions

my lucky talisman's
thwarted the evil eye.

I will help
in any way I can,

but I honestly do not know
who else Joe may have wronged.

There was a man
at the show last night.

He had words with Joe.

Clarence Cotter.

A particularly
enthusiastic devotee.

He follows us from town to town.

That night Clarence demanded
a private audience with Miyo.

Clarence refused to pay.

Joe appropriately
rebuffed him.

And then Clarence
said to Joe,

"You're going to regret this."

At the time I thought
it was mere bluster.

I didn't think he was capable
of violence.

But now...

Do you know if Clarence
booked a room here?

And can anyone
confirm your alibi?

CLARENCE:
Unfortunately not.

I was here in my room alone
at the time of the murder.

Organizing your collection,
Clarence?

(Clarence scoffing)

Your derision has no effect
on me, Detective Pinkerton.

The spiritualist community
is accustomed to mockery.

Well, I don't mock
your beliefs.

In fact, I'm inclined
to share them.

Oh?

But doubts have been raised
in my mind of late.

Well, my friend,

should you wish to regain
clarity of mind,

I've booked a private s�ance
with the Spragues tonight.

You should attend.

I predict shocking revelations
will be made.

Okay.

(Ragtime piano music playing)

Just do as we planned
and everything should be fine.

We'll use Clarence's belief
in the spirit world

to coax a confession
from him.

Whatever it takes
to catch my son's killer. But...

What is it?

I'm no longer a young man,
Detective Warne.

What if Clarence
becomes violent?

Rest assured, the Pinkertons
will leap to your aid

at the first sign of danger.

Where is Detective Pinkerton?

Clarence will be
suspicious

if he thinks an agent
is present.

I'll be undercover,

and Will has concealed himself
here in the saloon.

Clarence is going
to see you.

I doubt he'll recognize my hand.

(Indistinct chattering)

It's a bigger crowd
than last time.

Yeah. Whole town's buzzing

about the mystic
who predicted the murder.

(Sighing)

Still gives me the chills.

I wonder what's going
to happen tonight?

If all goes to plan,

a killer will confess
to his crime.

ABEL:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the time has come.

Miyo the Mystic
is prepared to summon

the spirits of those
who have parted.

Would our first three s�ance
participants

please come forward?

(Whispering)

Would you all
please join hands?

Miyo?

Are you ready?

She's asking the spirits
to reveal themselves.

I do hope she can summon
my Great-Auntie Beulah.

I'm just dying to learn
her secret cobbler recipe.

(Shrieking)

She says we're not alone.

She's begging the spirits
to give us a sign.

(Gasping)

An icy hand touched my neck.

Oh!

(Chains rattling)

(Miyo gasping and groaning)

What's that noise?

The dead are escaping the chains
that bind them

to the spirit realm.

I don't feel so good.

(Gulping)

She says the spirits are passing
a message through you.

The spirit has revealed that--
That a killer sits among us.

The spirit is commanding
that the murderer confess,

or suffer a fate far bloodier
than the foul deed he committed.

Who are you,

spirit who thirsts
so deeply for vengeance?

Reveal yourself!

(Groaning)

What's wrong with him?

ABEL:
Ectoplasm.

A physical manifestation
of the spirit realm.

Look closely.

I detect a face.

(Whimpering)

Dear God!

It's my lost son!

Joe!

Tell us what scoundrel

dealt your untimely demise.

Enough! I can bear this
no longer!

Behold, good citizens,

the pathetic charade that is
Dr. Sprague's Spiritualism Show.

ABEL:
Pay no attention to him.

A clay arm on a stick mimics
the touch of a ghostly hand.

Uh-oh.

This is not how
this was supposed to go.

CLARENCE:
The ghostly rattling of chains.

Not so otherworldly
after all.

And a scrap of linen

creates the illusion
of ectoplasm.

Ooh!

Ectoplasm.

(All shouting angrily)

I have made it my life's work
to unmask these scoundrels.

They're liars,
cheats and frauds.

And they have stolen
your money!

Now you'll pay
for your dishonesty.

Hey, you leave her alone.

Leave her alone.

Get down!
Everybody get back!

Everyone get back now!

(All shouting)

I checked everywhere.
Clarence isn't down here.

He's not in his room either,
I guess?

No. I checked there too.

Clarence! Where are you,
you bastard?

Come here,
I want to talk to you.

Why are you looking
for Clarence?

It wasn't bad enough
he ruined us,

now he's got Miyo.

Back up a second.
You were a part of this.

I suppose there's no point
in keeping secrets anymore.

My name's Pete.

Doc Sprague's my Pa.

So you're Joe's brother?

Why didn't the Doc tell us that
when he hired us?

To protect the show.

I work from the audience
to help sell the illusion.

You mean the lie.

(Sighing)

It only works if no one knows
who I am.

Secrecy is paramount.

Rather, it was.

I can explain all the whys
and the wherefores to you later.

Right now I need
to find Miyo.

What makes you so certain
that Clarence took her?

I lost her in the crowd
after everything went bad.

I checked her room
and it was ransacked.

He's been trying
to get at her for weeks.

You heard what he said.
He's going to make her pay.

Annalee, did you see Clarence
after the s�ance?

Long gone, I'd wager.

He settled up
before the show,

probably looking to make
a quick exit.

Do you know if he had
a horse stabled?

Didn't have nothing
but a valise.

And I didn't call him
a carriage.

Thanks, darling.

If you find him,
you bring him by, you hear?

That rat owes me
for damages.

See what we can do.

Clarence is on foot.

And likely looking to leave town
as soon as possible.

I'll check
the train station.

Mr. Sprague, please.

But, I--

We're professionals.

He'll find them.

In the meantime, I have a few
questions I'd like to ask you.

(Train bell clanging)

Clarence.

Ah, ah, ah.

Why don't you have a seat.

I've done nothing wrong.

Oh, that's hardly true.

That little stunt you pulled
at the Dubois

nearly started a riot.

I performed
a public service.

And now you're sneaking away.

I came here to expose
those grifters.

Now that I have
accomplished my goal,

I have no further cause to stay.

Look, why don't you save us
both a lot of time

and just tell me
what you've done with Miyo.

I don't know
what you mean.

(Kicking table)

See, that's not
going to work.

I've got a dead huckster,
a missing mystic

and an obsessive debunker
with a sudden need to skip town.

I'm going to need
a lot more than that

before I even think about
letting you go.

And if I don't
cooperate?

PETE:
She's like family to me.

How's that?

Pa found her begging on
the street a couple years back.

She hardly understands
a word of English.

She speaks even less.

None of us really know
where she came from.

But your father
took her in anyway?

Pa's ministry used to be
a husband/wife act,

until we lost my Ma to
consumption a couple years back.

It devastated my father
and our show.

Then Pa found Miyo.

Bit of an odd leap,
from beggar to medium.

Well, she was a natural.

Beautiful, exotic,
mysterious.

She's certainly captivating,
I'll grant you that.

It's not just that she could
draw a crowd.

My father was grieving.

Having Miyo to take care of,
it gave him a purpose.

Made him feel useful.

Now he's suffered
another loss.

Yes, he has.

That's why we have to find her.
I mean...

I don't know what he'd do
if something happened to her.

Okay, so you target
the Spragues,

you pretend
to be a believer,

and then you wait for the
perfect moment to ruin them.

It's obvious
you hate them.

Maybe even enough
to kill Joe?

I didn't kill him.
It's the truth.

Well, your alibi
is pretty weak.

Alone in your room.

Well, sometimes people are just
alone in their rooms.

(Sighing)

Look, do me a favour here.

I mean, they're just
spiritualists.

What's your beef
with them anyway?

Well, their so-called movement
is a scourge.

My sister was a war widow.

She was hoodwinked
by these rogues and--

And left penniless.

I vowed that I would do
what I could

to save others
from their depredations.

That sounds like
motive to me.

I promise you, I had nothing
to do with Joe's death,

or the disappearance
of that young woman.

Okay.

We're going to go pay a visit
to Sheriff Logan.

I didn't do anything!

Well, until I can
confirm your story,

you're not going anywhere.

Forgive me for saying so,

but you don't seem
all that broken up

by your brother's death.
Of course I am.

But you have to understand,

my brother
was a hard man to love.

Didn't care much
about people

beyond finding out the best way
to squeeze them.

How did Miyo feel?

She sensed what kind
of person he was.

She kept her distance
when they weren't on stage.

What do you remember
about the night Joe died?

Did you see anything?

Um...no, ma'am.

We were planning on moving on
after the show.

Business had been slow.

So after I played my part,

I just went straight back
to the caravan,

starting packing up.

Did you find Clarence?

Sure did. He's cooling his heels
at Logan's office.

There's no sign of Miyo,
though.

KATE:
Any idea where else
she might go?

No. I...

Well, I don't know. She--

She might have got scared
and took off.

We have to go find her, though.
It's freezing outside.

She won't survive
on her own.

We'll look for her.
We know the area.

You stay here
in case she comes back.

Whoa.

(Horse whinnying)

Well, that's not
encouraging.

You think this was Miyo's?
That's my guess.

Inexperienced rider,
unfamiliar horse.

She probably ran
into trouble.

I just hope we're not
too late.

Will, over there.

Miyo. Miyo.

We need to get her
somewhere warm now.

(Sighing)

Are you warm enough?

Huh?

Can I get you
anything else?

Another blanket?

Oh, thank God.

There's only so much awkward
silence a man can take.

Kenji.

What is she saying?
Will she talk?

I think so.

Ask her why
she ran away.

She thought she would
be arrested.

Tell her no one's
going to arrest her.

Her people are worried
for her,

and we're just going
to get her home.

(Gasping)

What's going on?

I told him
I'm not going back!

You speak English.

Yes.

I'm going to St. Louis

to find my husband.

You're married?

I will be soon.

Joe had it arranged.

Arranged?

Do you know the man?
Not yet.

He saw us perform in St. Louis.

And he was taken with me.

He wrote to Joe
and asked for my hand.

A rich man who can
take care of me.

A home of my own.

It was a way out of this life,
and the best I could hope for.

So when Clarence
ruined the s�ance,

I saw the chance
and I took it.

And how were you going to know
where to find him?

I have the letter
he sent to Joe.

There's his address
on the envelope.

I also have his picture.

Miyo, I...

I think Joe
was lying to you.

This isn't your husband-to-be.

This is a photo
of George Armstrong Custer.

He was a general
who fought in the war.

Have you read this letter?

I've never learned
how to read English.

Joe didn't arrange
for you to marry.

This letter says
he sold you.

KATE:
You can't go to St. Louis.

A man who would seek
to buy you, to own you?

Miyo, that's not marriage,
that's enslavement.

And it's illegal
in this country.

We just fought a war
to make it so.

I always knew
Joe resented me,

but I never imagined
he could be so cruel.

KENJI:
Did he mistreat you?

Is that why you did not admit
you spoke English?

He never raised
a hand against me,

if that's what you mean.

But...

this country can be
very dangerous

for people who look like us.

Joe and his family
lie for a living.

So I lied too.

To protect myself.

Miyo, is there anything
you can tell us

that'll help us find out
who killed Joe?

Anything you remember
from the night he died?

I...

I was in the saloon
with Doc Sprague

after the show.

We sold his trinkets

and had a late supper.

I did hear Pete
arguing with Joe

before we went on.

Could you hear
what they were saying?

I couldn't make out
the words.

Miyo, you're all right.

Thank you
for finding her.

Where was she?

Out on the road.

She was frightened
by the commotion last night.

You can't run off like that.

Pa and I were worried
about you.

Well, you're safe now.

Let's get you
something to eat.

KATE:
Kenji, will you keep an eye
on Miyo?

Will and I have to try
and confirm Pete's story.

Of course. I'm happy to speak
my own language.

The opportunities
are few.

Pete never mentioned
this fight with Joe.

I wonder what else
he's not telling us.

Let's go find out.

See if his alibi holds up.

I can't believe you're still
wearing that thing.

Don't see the harm.

Don't you? I mean, one week
you're off to church

because of a pretty
missionary,

and the next you're wearing
a chicken foot around your neck

to ward off evil.

If you believe in everything,

how can you have faith
in anything?

All right then,
oh wise one.

What do you believe in?
My beliefs are my business.

But I will tell you this,
Will Pinkerton:

I question a man who believes
in one thing on Monday

and quite another thing
on Tuesday.

Well, at least I'm willing
to express my beliefs.

Why do they matter
to you anyway?

I'm easily amused.

WILL:
Well, it was worth a shot.

Finding someone who saw
Pete at the caravan

the night of the murder
was probably a fool's errand.

Shall we look inside?

You would make an excellent
thief, Mrs. Warne.

Whoa.

KENJI:
She's saying that, um,
she likes chicken

more than beans.

PETE:
Oh, no. Beans are Miyo's
favourite.

We have them every day.

Yes, but that is not her choice.

You're even more beautiful
than I remember.

Aah!

Leave her be.

She's bought and paid for.

I will do as I please.

Joe Sprague is dead.

The agreement you had with him
is void.

Now, you need to leave.

She's mine by right.

And I intend to take her
with me.

The hell you will.

Hey, no.

Don't you touch her!

KENJI: Let her go!
(Gun cocking)

(Miyo whimpering)

Pete, give this man
the money he paid your brother.

And you, you will give up
your claim on this woman.

Is this understood?

Keep her, then.

I'm not interested
in another man's table scraps.

(Patrons gasping)

(Glass shattering)

KATE:
They're awfully
inventive grifters,

I'll give them that.

Some of this could be useful
in our line of work.

Tools of misdirection
and distraction.

I still don't see anything
that helps our case.

(Rattling)

I'm not so sure.

Give me your hand.

What are you doing?

Ow.
Oh!

- Aw, does it hurt?
- What are you doing?

Just give me a second.

That's the same mark
that was on Joe's neck.

That's what killed him.

At the s�ance, Clarence picked
this up off the floor by me,

but Doc Sprague and Miyo were
on the other side of the table.

But Pete was sitting
right beside you.

We know he's part
of the show.

What if he was the one
making the spirit noises?

Maybe Pete killed Joe.

Where's Miyo? You were supposed
to be watching her.

I was. But the man
she was promised to

came to claim her.

Words were exchanged.

I punched him.

Well, good work.

Where is he now?

At the sheriff's office.

Annalee had him arrested
for disturbing the peace.

Where was Pete
during all of this?

Oh, he was here.

Miyo was upset,
went to her room,

Pete followed soon after.

So they should
still be upstairs.

I'll go check on them.

Out for a walk?

When your room was empty,
I thought...

I might have
lost you again.

I wish there was some way
I could talk to you,

let you know how much
you mean to me.

You know, I loved you ever since
the first time I ever saw you.

Even filthy and starving,

you were the most beautiful
thing I'd ever seen.

I hope you know that I will
always keep you safe.

When I found out
what Joe was planning,

I had to stop him.

I had to protect you.

I had to kill him.

You understood me?

You understood me.

They're not there.

I don't understand.

I would have noticed
if they had left.

They probably went out
the back way.

I'll go to the stables, see if
Miyo tried to steal a horse.

I'll check their caravan.

You stay here
in case they come back.

And Kenji,
Pete's a killer.

If you see him,
you do what you have to

to make sure he stays put.
Okay.

We fed you.

We cared for you.
We took you in!

And all this time,
you were lying to us?

I never meant to--
Oh, now you want to talk, huh?

Sure, go right ahead.

Tell me about how you listened
in on all our conversations,

how you betrayed our trust.

Poor Pete, huh?
The lovesick dupe.

Oh, I bet you had a really good
chuckle about that one,

didn't you?
(Sobbing)

Wait, where do you
think you're going?

We're not finished here.

KATE:
Miyo? Miyo?

(Miyo screaming)

Help!

You owe me!

Get back here!

Get your hands off her.

Put it down.

Put it down.

It's okay.

You don't understand.

Let her go.
Huh?

(Screaming)

You are under arrest
for the murder of your brother.

Nice work.

What took you so long?

Are you all right?

Thanks.

(Sniffing)

Annalee!

I need a little pick-me-up
for my coffee.

What are you doing here?

I want to work,
and I like it here.

So I asked Annalee,
and she agreed to hire me.

Oh, she is brave.

She said she didn't care
what people thought.

Are you just
working the bar?

I made that clear.

No upstairs business for me.

And what does the Doc think
about this?

He's gone.

He's gone?

He left town
without you?

He said his family
has caused enough harm.

He released me from the show,
and he gave me my freedom.

So you are staying then?

Yeah.

I should probably go.
There are customers.

Ah, ah, ah, wait.

Aren't you, uh,
forgetting something there?

Annalee gave me
strict instructions.

No whisky
until you pay your tab.

Kate, pay the lady.
Not a chance.

I am happy
Miyo has her freedom.

The question remains,

where will I go now?

You want to tell him?

Kenji, we think
you've got potential.

KATE:
And if you're interested,

we'd like to take you on
as a Pinkerton apprentice.

Just an apprentice?

Would you rather
be our competition?

I'll do it.
(Laughing)

Wait.

(Ragtime piano music playing)

(Sighing)

ANNOUNCER:
Next week, on The Pinkertons...

If it ain't all there,
I know where to find you.

Let's hope that's the last
we see of him.

WOMAN:
Four nurses? We have no money.

Why would anyone
blackmail us?

I didn't find the money,

- but I found this.
- KATE: A morphine kit?

What kind of a person
blackmails her own friends?

The morphine caused him to fall
off his horse and freeze.

You need to explain the truth.
All of it.