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(Horses whinnying,
dog barking)

Not there, Annabelle.

It's Annalee.

Uh... hmm.

I'm still not sure.

What do you think, Dolores?

The seating arrangements have
already been determined

by Mr. Hufnagle.
(Chuckling)

Phineas needs to loosen
his ascot a touch.

Philanthropy is contagious!

The charitable urge
spreads faster

when donors are free to mingle.

You entertain some pretty
theories, Audrey,

but I've been organizing
charity luncheons

for three years running.

Ignore the seating arrangements
and dinner erupts into chaos.

Still, what if Annabelle were
to move the head table...

here?

DOLORES, (Sighing):
Fine.

You won't mind if I retire
to my room now?

That's fine.

You should feel honoured to sit
for this portrait, Freddy.

Not many children have a statue
forged in their likeness.

Freddy?

How far is the pond?

Too far for a boy
in the dark of night.

Come, sit down, Freddy.

When can we go skating?
You promised.

Patience, child.

The sooner you sit back down,

the sooner the portrait
will be finished.

Yes, Mr. Hufnagle.

(Sighing)

I don't see the
silver napkin rings,

Mrs. Bismark.

Are you sure?

They should be engraved
with an "HA",

for Hufnagle Academy.
That's the name--

Of the orphanage.
Yes, ma'am.

But it doesn't matter
how they're engraved,

they are not here.

Hmm.

Dolores was supposed
to pack them.

Perhaps they're upstairs
in her room?

I'll ask her in the morning.

And I'll get all
your napkins situated

before any of your...

Or else I'll do it
right now.

Thank you, Annabelle.

It's Annalee.

Ohh...

(Sighing)

Dolores?

(Sighing)

Dolores? Ms. Taft?!

Oh, God!

Will! Will Pinkerton!

Get up!

WILL:
It better be good!

Or else, really bad.

I'd say really bad.

ANNALEE:
Poor woman.

Why would anyone
want to kill Dolores?

AUDREY:
Annalee?

Did you find
those napkin rings?

Dear God.

Dolores!

What happened?

Her throat was cut.

Why is this man
in Dolores' room?

It's okay. I'm a detective.

William Pinkerton.

My stars.

Annalee, would you go wake up
Sheriff Logan for me?

AUDREY:
Sheriff Logan?

I've heard less
than glowing praise.

Logan's not perfect,
but he's all we've got, ma'am.

Not all.

I've heard the Pinkertons have a
reputation for getting results.

Was she a friend of yours?

I worked with Dolores.

I'm Audrey Bismark.

And I'd like to hire you
to find her killer.

The Endowment will soon break
ground on a new orphanage

in my native St. Louis.

As a widow of independent
means, I was eager to help.

So, you volunteer.
What about Dolores?

A paid employee.

She assisted Phineas.

Hufnagle?

Of the Lancashire Hufnagles?

Oh right, the, uh,
Lancashire Hufnagles...

How well do you know Phineas?

Well, all one needs
to know about Phineas

can be gleaned from
the society pages.

Please, give us
the condensed version.

Uh... the sons
of rich industrialists

suffer from lack of purpose,

which they attempt to cure
through philanthropy.

Phineas is the face
of the charity.

There are far worse ways
a rich young man

could squander his privilege.

Well, Dolores was robbed.

Do you think, perhaps,
it could have been--

A random theft?

No, I suspect something
more sinister.

I have heard whispers of
financial impropriety.

I dismissed it
as ugly rumour.

But now, Dolores
is dead and...

Our condolences,
Mrs. Bismark.

Call me Audrey, please?

One caveat.

I must demand discretion.

We cannot scare off donors.

So many orphans
are in need of a loving home.

Discretion is best maintained
by working undercover.

Undercover?

You mean using costumes?

Disguises, yes.

How exciting!
And dangerous.

How can I help?

Well, you could leave us be
to plan our strategy,

Mrs. Bismark.

Of course.
I'll see you soon.

(Sighing)

So, tell me
about the body.

Was a nasty slash on her neck.

It was an irregular cut,
so I'm thinking

it was a heavy blade.
Crime of passion?

Hard to tell.

Well, with two charity
events this week,

Phineas will need
a new assistant.

I'll take that job.

Okay, I'll work
the charity crowd.

Pose as a wealthy cattle
rancher with a dark secret.

Why a dark secret?

For authenticity.

No dark secret.

Oh, come on!

(In Irish accent)
Oi, can I at least speak

in an Irish accent?
No.

(In Australian accent)
G'day, mate. How 'bout
Australian?

No.

(In Scottish accent)
Hey, little lass,

it's got to be Scottish
then for you.

You sound like your father.

Phineas? Meet Molly Meeks,

your new secretary.

It's an honour to meet you,
Mr. Hufnagle.

AUDREY:
Don't look so surprised,
Phineas.

You need an assistant.

I have it on good authority
that Miss Meeks is top notch.

Really, Audrey?

Dolores is barely cold,

and you've already
replaced her?

At this point,
I'm not even sure

if the fundraising events
should go on.

They must go on.
They simply must.

Dolores would want it
this way.

That's an exquisite
drawing, Mr. Hufnagle.

Although, I must say, you're far
more handsome than that.

You're very kind, Ms. Meeks.

It's for a statue to be erected
at our St. Louis chapter.

But in light of
this vicious act,

it all seems irrelevant.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

But dare I say, I agree
with Mrs. Bismark.

You must think
of the children.

You have children,
Ms. Meeks?

Sadly, no.

Dolores was barren too.

In fact, childless women are
ideal for this position.

Their unrealized biological
destiny makes them work harder

to compensate for
their lack of purpose.

I... couldn't agree me.

Well, you can
start immediately.

Come upstairs with me.

(Sighing)

(Giggling)

KATE:
Uh...

A child!

How delightful.

An orphaned child, no less.

Freddy has been fundraising
for the orphanages

for the past three years.

Uh, Freddy?

Ms. Meeks will be
your new chaperone.

He is aware of Dolores
passing on,

but we spared him the gory
details surrounding her death.

Of course.
What should I do--

Get him dressed
for the luncheon.

It's in an hour.

(Sighing)

(Violin playing)

It will be the biggest
orphanage we've built.

I think we'll
be able to house

as many as
a hundred children.

(Patrons chattering,
violin continues playing)

The jeweller would
like us to choose

something for
this Friday's raffle.

I don't know, Miss Meeks?
Anything catch your fancy?

Umm, the...

jade bracelet?

I think we'll take
the gold brooch.

(Patrons applauding)

Thank you for attending this
Hufnagle committee luncheon.

All donations collected today
will help build

our new orphanage in St. Louis.

The need for such an
establishment is dire.

Recently, our tireless workers

rescued seven precious angels

from a Hillsboro lumber mill

where they were being
exploited as slave labour.

(In Southern accent)
Montgomery Forbes,
cattle rancher.

It's a pleasure
to meet you.

Bert Farley,
Farley Fencing Supply.

The pleasure is mine.

AUDREY:
And now,

I give you the
great man himself,

Mr. Phineas Hufnagle.

(All applauding)

(Clearing throat)
Thank you.

But I am not the one who
deserves your applause.

Let me introduce
to you Freddy Sikes.

Orphaned by his father,
viciously beaten

by his mother--

(Audience gasping in horror)

PHINEAS:
He arrived at our orphanage
a broken child.

But now, he thrives, thanks
to your generous donations.

But there are still
so many children

that need your
financial support.

MAN:
Liar!

He'll steal your money,

while he stole my workers!

PHINEAS:
Mr. Barth!

Your workers, sir,
were children!

They're still my workers,
you simpering fop!

I fed 'em,

I stabled 'em,
and I want 'em back!

(Groaning in pain)

Someone had too much
to drink now, didn't they?

You, my rambunctious friend,
are leaving.

(Patrons applauding)

BERT:
As I was saying,

you got your two-point barbs

and your four-point barbs.
Four-point?

That's where my new "soft wire"
comes into play.

Uh, Audrey!

Your recitation was inspiring.

As was your ousting
of that ruffian, Monty.

Come walk with me?

Pardon me, Bert.

Is Bert Farley a suspect?

(In normal voice)
Well, I reckon he could have
bored Dolores to death.

But I'm more concerned
about that angry fellow.

Silas Barth?

A coward and a bully.

I doubt he has
the stomach for murder,

but one never knows.

Ah. I must say, Audrey,

you tackle charity work
with admirable zeal.

(Audrey chuckling)

Not as zealously as you tackle
that pudding, Phineas.

Your second helping?

No worries.

I'm sure Ms. Meeks
has matters under control.

You'll record the totals?

KATE:
Of course, Mrs. Bismark.

(In Southern accent)
And who is this
awkward little mouse?

AUDREY:
Molly Meeks,

Mr. Hufnagle's
new secretary.

This is Montgomery Forbes.

I am a wealthy cattle rancher,
with a very dark--

Could you kindly move?
You're blocking my light.

Are you a donor too,
Ms. Meeks?

As a woman of modest means,

I serve through deeds
rather than donation.

Anything to help our orphans.

Anything, you say?
Uh-hmm.

Well, we are going to need
some entertainment

at the gala,
aren't we, Audrey?

AUDREY:
Mm-hmm.

Can you sing?

Sing? No.

Ladies and gentlemen,

who'd like to hear Ms. Meeks
sing a tune, hmm?

Come on, let me hear ya.

Sing. Sing.

ALL, CHANTING:
Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

CROWD:
Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

(Crowd cheering, applauding)

Sing! Sing! Sing!

(Applauding)

Jeff Davis was a hero bold

Ohh!
You've heard of him, I know

He tried to make
himself a king

Where southern breezes blow

But Uncle Sam,
he laid the youth

Across his mighty knee

And spanked him well
and that's the end

Of brave old Jeffy D!

Oh Jeffy D!

You flower of chivalry

Oh royal Jeffy D

Your empire's
but a tin-clad skirt

Oh charming Jeffy D

(Patrons applauding, cheering)
Whoo!

Bravo!

(Applauding continues)

(In normal voice)
Oh, Kate.

Oh, what are you
doing in here?!

What? I had to sneak in.

I couldn't let people
see Monty Forbes

stealing into
Molly Meeks' room.

Did you learn anything today?

Yes. I learned that
you would go

to great lengths
just to embarrass me.

Also, the Endowment rakes in
huge sums of money.

And judging by the ledgers,
I'd say that recordkeeping

is spotty at best.
Phineas seems more concerned

about building a statue
of himself than a charity.

Hmm, Audrey did mention
financial impropriety.

I'll telegram Allan,
see if he can find

any lawsuits or bankruptcies
associated with the charity.

There's also that
child slaver, who--

(Man screaming)

(Panting)

Help me!

(In Southern accent)
Well, there's no sign of 'em.

Did you get
a good look at 'em?

Unfortunately, no.

I was slumbering
when he attacked.

He fled as I woke.

Ah, well, I'll send for
the Sheriff then.

Uh, you stay here, and
think intimidating thoughts.

Uh, no Sheriff, please.

But the law, sir--

Scandal mustn't overshadow
the charity's efforts.

It's just a nosebleed.
No Sheriff.

As you wish.

Mr. Hufnagle!
What happened?

Just a... touch
of hay fever.

In February?

Have you tallied
yesterday's receipts?

Yes. Shall I summarize
the totals for you?

Not necessary.

I trust you're
on top of matters.

Might I say, Mr. Hufnagle,

while your trusting
nature is admirable,

you really should know your
charity's financial situ--

As my father
can attest, Ms. Meeks,

I am hopeless when it
comes to arithmetic.

I must say, Mrs. Bismark
seems overly critical

of you at times.

I cannot abide gossip.

Has Audrey been speaking
ill of me in my absence?

No, uh...

No, but I have noticed her
curtness in your presence.

Yes, well, Audrey would
love nothing more

than to run this charity.

And she'd do a
bang-up job of it, but...

realistically, who are donors
more likely to emulate?

The dashing heir
to the Hufnagle fortune,

or... the lonely widow

who covets fame
in the society pages?

Allan's response
arrived this morning.

There have been complaints
lodged against the Endowment.

Allegations of
fund mismanagement,

but apparently, Dolores
produced documents

clarifying their
financial situation.

All of the charges
were dropped.

Maybe she was covering
up for Phineas?

And then he killed her
to stop her from talking.

Why would he steal
from his own charity?

His family's already
obscenely wealthy.

Phineas seems, kind of...
naive and pompous,

but I don't think
he's a killer.

Well, Audrey has
her doubts about him.

Well, I have my doubts
about Audrey.

I mean, what do
we know about her?

That she's paying us
to solve the murder.

Wouldn't be the first time a
killer tried to hide their guilt

under a cloak of indignation.

Yeah, that's true.

I'll talk to her.
She's sweet on me.

Get her to talk about Phineas,
and see where that leads.

Very well. I'll speak
with the other donors,

see what they say about
Mrs. Audrey Bismark.

Oh, I have the perfect
guy for you.

He'll chat your ear off.

Bert Farley?

Farley Fencing Supply.

Molly Meeks.
Thank you for meeting with me.

No trouble. I was--

Freddy!

Stop that!

MAN:
Watch your backs,
coming through.

I am so sorry.

What was it you wanted
to see me about?

Oh, I, uh...

I have your receipt for
your generous donation

to the Endowment.

I already received one.
Mrs. Bismark insists

that we make doubly sure
all of our contributors

are aptly recorded.

She's so dedicated
to her work.

Truly an inspiring woman,
don't you think?

A young lady like yourself
would be wise

not to emulate someone
like Ms. Bismark,

lest you scare off
potential suitors.

Beg your pardon?

Men who get close
to Audrey tend to marry her,

and then die shortly after.

She's gone through three
wealthy husbands.

Three?

Funny how she doesn't
mention them, isn't it?

Shortly after they marry her,
they meet their demise.

Woman's a black widow.

Greedy as the day is long.

Freddy?

Thank you for your time.

Freddy!

(Crowd chattering)

Freddy!

Get away from him!

Freddy!

I asked you to stay close!

Can't you follow
the simplest--

(Crying)

Freddy?

Freddy, it's okay.
I'm not gonna hit you.

You're not?

No! Of course not.

A grown-up should never
hurt a child.

I would never.

I was only worried because
that man you were talking to,

he's a bad person.

He's not bad.
He needs workers.

He wants to help me!

Silas Barth doesn't help
children. He uses them.

I'm not a child.

I'm a man!

I know.

Let's get you
a manly mug of cocoa.

Come on.

(Knocking at door)

Ah, Audrey.
Good evening.

I'm not accustomed
to meeting men

in hotel rooms,
Mr. Pinkerton,

but your invitation
intrigued me.

Have you found
the murderer?

We have a couple of leads,
but nothing solid yet.

Uh, please, come in.

May I offer you
a glass of sherry?

Would it be scandalous
if I said yes?

It'll be our
little secret.

(Laughing)

I just thought we should get
to know one another.

Must get lonely,
being a widow.

Has it been long
since your husband passed?

It's been two years
since my husband passed,

God rest his soul.

My, what a lovely
music box.

Came with the room.

Do you mind if I...?

Please.

(Crank clicking)

(Lullaby playing)

Shall we?

It'll be our secret.

Well, I must say, that Phineas
seems a bit of a cad.

Is he difficult
to work with?

Not more than any other man.

Appears to me that you do
all the work,

while he hogs all the glory.

I'm not in it
for the glory.

And despite his puffery,
I'm sure Phineas isn't either.

He may preen like a buffoon,
but he really is a good man.

Except...

Go on.

He's a bit of a bore.

Unlike yourself.

Tell me, what's it like
being a Pinkerton agent?

Well, it's a long story.

Ooh!

(Kate sighing)

KATE:
I felt so guilty.

When I scolded him, he cowered
like a whipped hound.

Silas could have
easily taken Freddy.

You did what any
caring mother would.

Caring mother?

That's not what
I signed up for.

(Sighing)

So, what did you find out
about Audrey?

Just that she's
a decent woman.

She refuses to speak ill
of Phineas in any way.

I honestly don't think
that she's involved

in anything questionable.

I fear her fawning
may have clouded your judgment.

Bert Farley claims she's
a gold-digging black widow.

What?
Did she happen mention

that she's been widowed
three times?

No. But why would she?

You never mention
your late husband.

No. But if I had three
of them,

I'm pretty sure one would come
up in conversation occasionally.

I have my doubts about that.

I don't.

I find Audrey's reticence
highly questionable.

Well, then, you can have a go
at her yourself.

She's waiting in your room.

In my room?

Yeah. She's the one paying us,
remember?

She wants an update
on your meeting with Bert.

(Sighing)

Watch Freddy.

(Woman screaming)
(Objects crashing)

AUDREY:
But it's all I've got!

Please!

How much more
could you possibly want?

Five hundred dollars and you'll
never see my face again.

Release her or I will
shoot you dead, I swear it.

Easy, Missy.

We was just having
a conversation.

On the ground, now.

He was here to rob me.

Oh!
(Gasping)

(Man groaning)

You okay?

Yeah.

William. Thank goodness.
You saved me.

Will?
Uh, excuse me.

And how are you doing?

I don't know why
that animal targeted me.

Do you have
any enemies, Audrey?

No. Everybody loves me.

Well, you do have
your detractors, Mrs. Bismark.

Some claim that the deaths
of your three wealthy husbands

were suspicious.

Your reluctance to speak of them
further provokes mistrust.

My three wealthy husbands?

(Laughing)

My first husband
was a prospector.

You've heard of the Missouri
gold rush?

No?

Well, neither did anyone else.
He never found a single nugget.

But I loved
his crazy optimism.

He died in a mine collapse.

My second husband
was a farmer.

We lived simply. Happily.

Until the drought hit and
the bank foreclosed on the farm.

He hung himself.

My third husband
was wealthy.

A steel magnate.

For a time I lived
an extravagant life.

But I would give
every cent we owned

to see him march back
from the war alive.

So, no.

I don't like speaking
about my husbands,

because I don't like having
people staring at me

the way the two of you
are right now.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Who told you
about my husbands?

KATE:
I can't disclose that.

It was Bert Farley,
wasn't it?

Well, let me tell you
about Mr. Bert Farley

and his ridiculous soft wire.

Mr. Farley donated money
to the charity.

Made a big show
of boasting about it.

Then a few days
before the luncheon

he suddenly wanted it back.

We do not give refunds.

That money is meant
for the children.

I trust you will wrap up
this investigation soon.

Deputy?

(Sighing)

So Bert's got money troubles.

I gave him a receipt
for his donation today.

It was for $500, the same amount
the thug was demanding.

Coincidence?

Probably not.

But the thug's not talking.

Let's go have a chat
with Bert.

Unhand my waffle furnace!

Scoundrel.

Miss Meeks.

Mr. Forbes.

Mr. Farley.

Your stable boy told us
we could find you here.

(In Southern accent):
What's the trouble, Bert?

These scoundrels are trying
to abscond with my possessions.

This is a notice
of foreclosure.

It seems that Mr. Farley here
is bankrupt.

These debt collectors
are shipping his possessions

off to Jefferson City
for auction.

Miss Meeks, I need you
to convince the charity

to refund my donation so I can
stave off these vultures.

I'm afraid I can't
do that, sir.

Please!
(Gasping)

Aah! Aah!

Tell me, Bert, since you're so
hard up for cash,

did you have anything to do with
the attack on Audrey Bismark?

What do you care, Monty?

I've heard enough.

Come with us.

What is the meaning
of this?!

WILL:
We have someone
we'd like you to meet.

This is an outrage!

Shut up.

He a friend of yours,
Mr. Farley?

Certainly you don't think
I would ever consort

with trash like that.

WILL (In normal voice):
You know this man?

No, I don't know Bert Farley,
the bankrupt barbed wire guy.

And I certainly don't know
that he wanted his $500 back

so bad that he paid me
to rough up that Audrey lady.

Deputy.

(Keys rattling)

You're under arrest
for orchestrating the assault

on Audrey Bismark.

We also suspect you
in the death of Dolores Taft,

and the subsequent attack
of Phineas Hufnagle.

I was right here bucking the
tiger the night Dolores died!

Bucking the--
Playing faro.

And losing miserably,
I'll wager.

You hired Clem
to attack Audrey.

You could have hired him
to kill Dolores as well.

CLEM:
Hold up now, Missy.

I was at the Buffalo Head
that night,

availing myself of the charms
of one Miss Dixie LaRue.

We'll have to confirm that
with Miss LaRue.

I volunteer!

I bet you do.

Ugh!

Well, that's nice
that Dixie was so forthcoming

about her details
the night with Clem.

Yeah, I'm guessing details
aren't the only thing

with which Miss LaRue
is forthcoming.

The point is, I don't think
that Bert's our killer.

No.

But the charity gala
is tomorrow.

It'll be the last time
we have all of the donors

in one place,
so let's make a plan.

My plan is to be snoring
in the next five minutes.

No, Will, we actually
have to do--

Night, Kate.

(Sighing)

(Objects crashing
and thumping)

Come on!

Mister?

What are you doing?

Hey, partner.

Are you ready to come
and work with me?

I can't.

Miss Meeks says
you're a bad man.

Well, why would she say
a thing like that?

(Screaming)

(Grunting and screaming)

You stop right there.

(Freddy panting)

Take your hands
off that boy.

Freddy!

Oh!

(Gun cocking)

(Both breathing heavily)

(Indistinct chattering)
(Music playing)

WILL (In Southern accent):
I do hope you'll be favouring us

with another one of your jaunty
melodies tonight, Miss Meeks.

KATE:
Oh, I think not, Mr. Forbes.

Is he bothering you?

As a matter of fact,
he is.

Would you like to help me
get back at him?

(Music ends)
(Patrons applauding)

Ladies and gentlemen,
I have an announcement.

If you donate $5,

Mr. Montgomery Forbes
will perform his...

Fancy Lad jig.

(All applauding)

FREDDY (Chanting):
Monty! Monty! Monty!

Monty! Monty! Monty!

ALL:
Monty! Monty! Monty!

I don't know
the Fancy Lad jig.

Improvise.

(Bluegrass music playing)

(Patrons laughing)

(Rhythmic clapping)

Whoa!
AUDIENCE: Oh!

Freddy, what is it?

I have something
for you.

What could you
possibly have?

Just close your eyes
and give me your hand.

You can open them now.

Do you like it?

Where did you get this?

I bought it.

It's beautiful.
How did you pay for this?

With money.

Freddy, did you
steal this?

No! I bought it fair
and square.

Let's see what the jeweller
has to say about that.

Mr. Stanwell,
Freddy has something

he'd like to say to you.

Best get your apology ready.

I didn't steal it,
you stupid lady!

Freddy!

(Sighing)

I'd like to return this.

You don't like it?

Oh, the lad was so excited
about giving it to you.

But...I thought
he stole this.

No, he paid for it
fair and square.

Oh, he was so proud,

standing there sorting out
the bills.

(In Southern accent):
What appears to be the trouble,
Miss Meeks.

He ran upstairs.
I accused him of stealing.

(In normal voice)
You what?

He gave me this.

How else could he
afford it?

Well, let's go ask him.

Freddy?

(Sighing):
I'll go check outside.

You wait here in case
he comes back.

(In Southern accent):
Freddy!

Hey!

(Grunting)

Where do you think
you're going, kid?

Let me go!
I'm not a kid.

Let me go!

(Grunting)

(Sobbing)

(Sighing)

(Blowing nose)

(Chuckling)

You going to tell everybody
I was crying?

I'll tell them the truth.

That you fought like bobcat
till I cried uncle.

Let's go.

(Sighing):
Come on.

Has he said anything yet?
Not a word.

You really think
he's the killer?

The skate matches
the murder weapon perfectly.

The money he used to buy
the bracelet

must have come
from Dolores' purse.

(Sighing)

So I guess we got to turn him in
to the sheriff, then.

We can't throw him in jail

without understanding
how this happened.

He killed her
and then stole her money.

That's how this happened.

I think it goes deeper
than that.

Look.

Dolores' coat. So?

We searched through all of her
things. There was nothing.

Well, we didn't look
hard enough.

In the lining.

Holy cow.

Yeah.

There's thousands here.

And this isn't the only
piece of her wardrobe

lined with money.

Dolores was embezzling
from the charity.

(Sighing)

And look at this.

Freddy...

is this yours?

Freddy, was Dolores
your mother?

I'm trying to help you,
Freddy.

She made me promise
never to tell.

Do you know about this money
inside this coat?

She promised when she had enough
she'd buy us a home.

With a pond.

And we wouldn't have to work
for Mr. Phineas no more.

What happened that night,
Freddy?

She said I was too growed up.

That folks only give money
to little kids.

She said she found
a new little boy,

and she was going to send me
to the orphanage.

So I said, "I hate you."

And she started
to hit me again.

What'd you do then, Freddy?

I tried to stop her.

I took my skate
and I swung it.

But then the blood came out
and she fell down.

Thought you'd be
a little bit happier

about getting the charity's
money back, Mr. Hufnagle.

I feel like a fool.

I've been so blind.

I had no idea Dolores
was stealing from us,

or that she was Freddy's
mother.

Or that the two of you
are Pinkerton agents.

I apologize, Mrs. Warne,

for giving you the menial task
of caring for Freddy.

Oh, I'd hardly call it menial.

It gave me a newfound
respect for mothers.

Well, some mothers
don't deserve respect.

You saw Freddy's scars.
Dolores was vicious.

At any rate, I don't blame
the boy for lashing out.

Oh, that's fortunate,

because it turns out
that Freddy's the one

who slugged you in the nose
that night.

He thought you were
colluding with Dolores

to send him
to the orphanage.

I confess, we did discuss
sending Freddy to the orphanage.

But I honestly thought
he was weary of fundraising

and would welcome
the change.

At any rate,
I have no desire

to press charges
against the boy.

He's been through enough.

That's very kind of you.

Freddy will always have a place
at Hufnagle Academy.

You should visit sometime.

I think I'll pass.

This is the first time
I've ever wished

we hadn't found
the killer.

I doubt it will go
to trial.

He's a child. He was acting
in self-defence.

Even if he doesn't
go to jail,

he'll still going to end up
in the orphanage.

That's not what he wants.
Our hands are tied.

There's got to be something else
we can do.

Now promise me
you'll give you it a try, okay?

Who knows? Maybe you'll like it
at the orphanage.

Be a lot of other
children there.

(Sighing)

Just...be brave.
Okay, Freddy?

You're a man now.

You're the one
who told me that, remember?

Freddy.

Are you ready to go?

Is the orphanage
far away?

Actually...

I was hoping you would
come home with me.

To St. Louis.

What did you do?

I have a barn full of horses,

and a pond teeming
with tadpoles,

but not a single child
to explore them.

What do you think?

You have a pond?

Mm-hmm.

WILL (In Southern accent):
My dear Audrey.

I thank you.

Thank you for convincing me,
Monty.

Can you tell me a story?

A story?

I suppose so.

There once was a prospector

who fell in love
with a beautiful woman

named Audrey.

(Sighing)

Is this a love story?

Yes, it is.

Audrey and the prospector lived
in a mining camp...

WILL:
Next week on The Pinkertons...

MAN:
There have been many hold-ups

on the Western Express routes
of late.

Quite uncivilized here.

I swear I didn't
kill them.

KATE: One of you killed Albert
and Clarissa.

- Who was it? You or Christopher?
- Neither!

- Ezekiel, stop!
- KATE: We already have

a US Marshal on the ropes.

Not only am I going to hang
this triple murder on you...

Got any other murders you want
to pile on my shoulders?