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KATE: All this, while searching for huckleberries?

I wish I could have found huckleberries instead.

Could just be wolves digging up a roadside grave.

I've seen it before, in the winter,

when they can't find any prey.

She was young.

You can tell that just by looking at the bones?

No grey in her hair.

Look at this. I dug it up, too.

Okay, so...

maybe homesteaders passing through.

Didn't have time for a coffin?

Maybe... but this is a stylish dress.

Costly.

Some homesteaders have money.

Doesn't look like a dress for travel.

More likely a dress for a lady to go to town.

She was local.

But you said the grave was shallow, right?

So that says it was someone passing through.

Or someone trying to dump a body quickly.

Kenji's right.

Look at this.

That could be a bullet hole in her scapula.

Or a wolf's fang could've made that hole.

She was shot.

Okay. So...

A homesteader on her way west,

killed in the Indian Wars.

Or the Civil War.

Right. Possibly.

Or...

And here it comes...

She was murdered.

We'll never know, Kate.

Maybe, maybe not.

What are you saying?

We should find out what happened to this woman.

Who's hiring us?

At the moment, nobody has hired us for anything.

Which means we have time to investigate.

Kate, this woman could have died months, if not years ago.

The trail has gone cold.

I like a good challenge, don't you?

All this on account of huckleberries.

I looked it up in one of my medical books.

The formula for predicting a woman's height,

it's based off her femur--

Her femur?

The thigh bone.

You take the length of the bone,

multiply by 2.6, then add 25.5.

It's science.

Worse. It's arithmetic.

It indicates she was 5'5".

I calculated the thickness of her muscle tissue and skin

and then I formed clay around the skull.

Why on earth do that?

To arrive at the conjecture

of what she might look like, of course.

You just... thought this up?

I did.

Do you care to see what science and arithmetic

have yielded so far?

Is there any point saying no?

No.

Isabelle.

You... recognize her?

Isabelle O'Shaughnessy.

Who's Isabelle?

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy.

Deputy.

Logan. O'Shaughnessy.

Such a mild winter we are having.

And with that hat, spring can't be far away.

Soon, Mr. Logan,

we'll have the fragrance of meadow flowers.

Until then, the smell of hogs.

Well, we best be on our way.

KATE: You sure this is her?

Hard to forget that dress...

Who was she?

Isabelle was married to a... difficult man.

O'Shaughnessy.

Hog farmer. Wealthy.

One day she just up and ran away.

I always wondered what happened to her...

You didn't believe she ran away?

I suspected foul play, but I could never pin it on him.

O'Shaughnessy?

No, the last one she was seen with...

A weasel named Chance.

If you owe O'Shaughnessy money,

or if you're stepping on his business,

Chance will come to town, set you straight.

Are we talking Chance Voss, the horse guy?

Yeah.

Where exactly did you find these bones?

On the road to Gladstone. About 6 miles.

Show me where.

I want to make sure you didn't leave any evidence.

I looked everywhere, Sheriff. Nothing's left.

Maybe you missed something.

Maybe there's a rock you didn't look under, maybe--

There might be more bones.

I would like to give her a proper burial.

I'll take care of Chance Voss.

I've met him a few times. I know where to find him.

Good.

And when you do, do me a favour.

Shoot him.

I'll pay you, Tobias.

Just another week or two.

If not, so help me...

I swear.

How's that gonna help ya?

It'll give me relief from seeing your lying, ugly face.

KATE: Ahem!

Oh, hey, didn't see ya there.

Hi.

How can we help you? Need any dry goods?

You're Chance, right?

Maybe.

We're with the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.

(Spitting)

Maybe not.

If you'll all excuse me, this don't sound like it concerns me.

We have some questions regarding Isabelle O'Shaughnessy.

Isabelle? Serious?

She's long gone.

But not forgotten, apparently.

Hard to forget a gal like Isabelle.

What happened the day she disappeared?

Well, I know her husband. Work for him sometime.

Not pig farming.

Then what?

Horse trader.

Side business of his.

Anyway, O'Shaughnessy asked me to accompany Isabelle to town,

the day she vanished.

She was doing some shopping.

And you were going to help her pick out new shoes?

She was tired of Deputy Logan

bothering her all the time.

Husband asked me to make sure he left her alone.

Logan was bothering her?

Yeah. Logan was obsessed.

Every time she came to town, he was there.

A happily married woman; he always came sniffin' around.

What about the day she disappeared?

Day she ran away, you mean.

I took her to town, she went to the dressmaker.

Told me to come back in an hour.

But she slipped out the back.

Went to the bank, they say. Emptied her account.

Did you see her after that?

No, ma'am.

Story is she took a train to Chicago.

That's the last anybody heard from Isabelle O'Shaughnessy.

Why would she run away?

Hard to know a woman's mind.

But O'Shaughnessy did say she feared Logan would kill her.

Kill her?

Yeah, he didn't want anyone else to have her if he couldn't.

You mind my asking what's going on?

We think Isabelle's mortal remains were found.

You saying she's dead?

We're saying she was murdered.

That weasel was born lying.

And soon he'll die lying.

Sheriff, you must be careful what you say.

So you weren't bothering Isabelle O'Shaughnessy?

No. I liked Isabelle.

Before the war, this was a rough town,

full of people without much sense or class.

Isabelle had both.

I never bothered her.

And her husband?

A cheating, brutish son of a bitch.

So you had issues with him, then.

He and I got along fine,

considering he's a lowdown lying louse.

You the Pinks?

Not our favourite term, but yes. And you are?

O'Shaughnessy,

I heard you found Isabelle.

Yes. We think we might have.

And he killed her?

O'Shaughnessy, even for a cow you'd be stupid,

but for a human being--

He tried to take her from me.

When he failed, he took her life.

That's a lie and you know it.

She never loved you, Logan.

She never even liked you.

Sheriff! Sheriff, hey!

Sheriff, calm down!

Chance murdered her, or you did!

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Oh, just like you solved it the last time?

Sheriff! Get out and calm down.

I am calm.

And drunk and a disgrace to that badge.

Say that again.

Kenji, help the Sheriff find his office.

Sure. No!

I'm okay.

Sheriff. You need some air. Let's go.

Fine.

All of a sudden there's the stench of hogs in here.

That man is unstable.

Always was.

Do you have a few minutes?

Oh, uh, this is my-- my wife, Adeline.

Kate Warne.

My associate, Will Pinkerton.

Please...

What can you tell us about Isabelle's disappearance?

Not much.

I wasn't in town that day.

We have a spread on the road to Gladstone.

My wife--

My first wife, Isabelle--

she was coming to town, she was nervous.

Why would she be nervous?

Understand.

Isabelle, she was a beautiful woman.

Logan was obsessed with her.

Always wanting her to run off with him.

She kept telling him to leave her alone,

but I guess his jealousy finally got the best him.

Wasn't Chance supposed to be watching her?

Well, all the witnesses had the same story.

At the dressmaker's,

Isabelle told Chance to come back in an hour.

When he came back to find her-- she vanished.

But she emptied her bank account.

Well, I guess Logan must've threatened her, so she ran away.

I had people looking for her in Chicago,

St. Louis, New York, Philadelphia.

I spent a lot of money looking for Isabelle.

But...

I guess she never left town.

Logan killed her.

Sheriff!

Is that Isabelle?

"D.L. Hunter, Photographist. Chicago."

What were you two doing in Chicago?

Sheriff, have you told us everything

about your relationship with Isabelle O'Shaughnessy?

This isn't looking good, Sheriff.

You need to tell us your side.

Because so far,

the only one who's not telling the truth, for sure, is you.

Yeah...

Isabelle and I were...

We were planning a life.

He's with her again.

Then leave him.

It's not so easy.

He's cheating on you with Adeline.

Because he's breaking his word, I should break mine?

He'll kill you, Lawrence.

I'm the law.

That won't scare him.

I won't let him harm you, or me.

You have my word.

I told her I wouldn't let him harm her.

I finally convinced her to meet me in Chicago.

She told O'Shaughnessy she was visiting an aunt.

He must've suspected he was losing her,

because right after he broke things off with Adeline.

Adeline was his mistress?

It looked like they were reconciling.

So I took my lumps.

I did the gentlemanly thing.

I left her alone.

So who killed Isabelle?

Chance!

Chance killed her for the money she took out of the bank.

Why would she take money out of the bank and run away

if she was reconciling with O'Shaughnessy?

I don't know. I told you, I left her alone...

Could it have been O'Shaughnessy?

He was out of town at some meeting.

What about Adeline?

No.

After he broke it off with her, she moved to Wichita.

She wasn't even in Kansas City when Isabelle...

It was Chance.

Sheriff, we don't know that.

Please, let Will and I continue the investigation.

You're obviously too close.

KATE: Tobias.

What were you and Chance Voss arguing about the other day?

You know, the argument that had you both reaching for your guns?

That wasn't arguing.

That was a forthright discussion over money.

Go on.

Five years ago, Chance and me met up.

He had this idea to head west and buy horses

and then right 'em back and sell 'em to settlers

coming off trains from the east.

My folks had passed and left me some money,

and Chance was flush.

"Flush" and Chance don't exactly seem to line up.

Well, I didn't know that then.

So we went into business, but after a couple of years

I had a ranch and all Chance had was debts and hangovers.

The argument?

Last year, I put up the money up, like a fool,

and Chance rode to Colorado,

where they were selling horses real cheap.

Never came back.

Then last month, he shows up.

No horses. No worthwhile excuse.

You thought he cheated you out of your money?

He didn't steal my money, he just danced it all away.

So Chance came to you, five years ago, flush.

Right around the same time

that Isabelle O'Shaughnessy went missing?

I guess.

Before or after?

Would've had to have been after. We were gone six months.

Welcome back to town, Chance!

Logan, what're you doing? Are you arresting me?

For what?

I'm not arresting you.

Then why you handcuffing me?

It'll be more convenient...

...When I beat you into your grave.

A shallow grave...

Sound familiar?

You're gonna get me dead and you arrested.

I won't arrest myself, I promise.

Logan. Aah!

Dammit, Kenji! Sheriff!

(Groaning)

The bank confirms she emptied her account.

900 dollars.

And Chance had money to buy horses after Isabelle vanished.

Maybe Chance killed Isabelle for the money.

She was buried on the road back here to your place.

That says she was probably with Chance.

Which is what Sheriff Logan has been saying from the beginning.

Well, she was trying to leave town.

By train.

If she was buried on the way back here,

that says Logan killed her and is trying to frame Chance

by burying her where it would looked like Chance would do it.

Okay, well, where did Chance get the money

to buy horses five years ago?

Well, from me. I gave it to him.

Logan has you two all, uh, all turned around.

He's the one you should be talking to.

Chance saw him

following Isabelle the morning she disappeared.

Chance never told us that.

Did you ask him?

It's best you ask him a direct question.

He's a... he's a little thick.

He did say that Logan was always bothering her.

Maybe he meant that day, too.

Exactly.

Get your own bottle.

It's not that.

You're just drinking too much.

I should have known she never got on that train.

I should have found her body.

It was buried. You found it.

Wolves found it.

Wild animals. And I couldn't.

I have put away hundreds of killers, thieves, and swindlers,

but the one case that I ever cared about...

WILL: Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, where were you when Isabelle disappeared?

Wichita.

It was over between us.

We didn't get back in touch

until after Isabelle had left Kansas City.

"Left"... for good, I mean.

Looks like we're back to Chance.

Or Logan.

Chance couldn't hurt a fly. He's a gentleman.

A gentleman?

He's sweet, kind, considerate.

No one's accused him of that.

Well, then they didn't know him.

And he's not thick.

You think everyone's thick but you.

You seem to know Chance well.

Of course.

Him and me are cousins.

We grew up together.

We're practically brother-sister.

You might have mentioned that before.

Why?

No one seems to take much interest in what I have to say.

So why bother?

Kenji, it was Chance Voss!

Maybe you should... have some tea?

Annalee, another bottle.

If you didn't stop me,

I could've had his confession by now.

Or you would have been arrested for murder.

The judge could be trying him as we speak

and we could hang him before dinner,

and then I would have a wonderful dinner

of boiled duck and chum-cakes. Annalee!

Kenji! He's cut off.

Take him back to his office, let him sleep it off.

Okay. Sheriff, come on.

Annalee, honey.

Sheriff! Give me a bottle!

Get him out, now!

You must rest, Sheriff Logan!

Rest? Rest?

There's no damn rest. She's dead.

Yup.

Time to go.

All right, this way.

I've never been in here.

Can I have my bottle?

What bottle?

The one that's in my desk,

you annoying Oriental person

who kicks people in the leg.

Easy... easy...

Go on! Don't shilly-shally.

If it will help you sleep.

I'm hopin' it'll help me not wake up.

Come in, why don't you?

Pork belly?

Is that an offer or an insult?

Let me get you some tea.

What's going on?

Been doing some snooping.

Snooping?

Uh-huh. First of all,

I found out that O'Shaughnessy's got a new girlfriend.

Who?

Mmm!

Name's Lolita Deluxe...

"Deluxe"? Really?

It's a stage name. She's a dancer at the Buffalo Head.

Men like O'Shaughnessy...

They always have one woman in the kitchen

and another in the vestibule.

Can I get you your own plate, or a fork?

No, I already ate.

Come on, let's go.

No-- I still have to eat!

Well, hurry up. We need to find out

why O'Shaughnessy said Chance saw Logan

following Isabelle the day she disappeared

when Chance didn't even mention it.

Mm-hmm.

I think we need to put more pressure on Chance,

'cause if it's not him, it's Logan.

Come on, let's go.

Tobias! What's the rush?

Nothing.

Right. Inside, let's go.

All right, Chance, wake up, you got company.

Look, I didn't kill Chance, all right?

I came here and found him dead.

Where'd this come from?

Chance.

I'd start talking, if I were you.

Chance owed me money, all right? I told you that before.

When I found him dead,

I just started looking for anything of value.

There was just this gun, so I took it.

Because that's what old friends do.

Look, my gun hasn't been fired, neither has Chance's.

How do I put a bullet in a man's head if I don't fire a gun?

All right, Tobias... let me say this.

It doesn't appear that you killed Chance.

But if were you to try and leave town suddenly,

you wouldn't get very far. Understood?

I ain't going anywhere, all right?

Now I got a funeral to go to.

Chance wasn't my kin or trustworthy much,

but I liked him despite he was wayward.

We had some laughs, we did.

So now we're solving two cases

and we're still not getting anywhere.

One might solve the other.

Who are our likely suspects?

Well, in Isabelle's case...

Chance, Logan...

No one else really.

And what about Chance's murder?

Tobias is still a suspect.

He could've just used another gun

and tossed it before we came.

O'Shaughnessy?

Right. And his wife, Adeline.

But she and Chance were kin, remember?

So? And let's not forget about Logan.

I'm trying to.

You look cold.

Coffee?

I do not understand coffee.

So that's a no?

No. I'll try some.

Is everything okay?

I'm not sure.

I stopped Sheriff Logan from beating Chance to death

in the middle of Main Street.

Oh, my god.

I separated them.

But Logan got drunk after.

I took him to his office to sleep.

But this Sheriff...

though his mind is not..

complicated...

his heart suffers.

And Sheriff Logan was there all night?

I think so. What is the problem?

The problem is someone shot Chance.

We gotta talk to Logan.

I think he's still sleeping.

Forget about Logan.

We have to go see O'Shaughnessy. Why him?

Because if there's any chance it's him and not Logan,

I want to talk to him first.

Kenji, go to the Sheriff's office.

Make sure he's there, and stays there. Okay.

(Speaking Japanese)

Who shot him?

That's why we're here.

You don't-- You don't think I--

Chance is a friend.

He's my wife's cousin. Why would I kill him?

If he killed Isabelle for you,

shutting him up would be a real good reason.

Where were you last night, Mr. O'Shaughnessy?

I was here. Ask my wife.

Hey, Addie!

Adeline!

You know, Tobias... Tobias...

Perhaps he's your man.

Chance squandered all the horse trading money Tobias relied on.

It's too much of a coincidence:

Isabelle's bones show up and 48 hours later Chance is dead?

It's not Tobias, it's someone connected to Isabelle.

Like you.

Like Logan.

I didn't want to have to share this, but...

when Isabelle went missing I went through her things,

trying to find a clue as to where she went.

Instead, I found this.

It's from Logan.

LOGAN: "Isabelle, please reconsider.

"I will keep sending these letters until you agree

"to leave him and run away with me. Please!

Or I will take matters into my own hands."

Oh, hello.

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy. Ma'am.

Darling, I'm afraid they have some sad news.

I'm sorry, but...

your cousin, Chance, he's been murdered.

WILL: We're sorry, ma'am.

We just wanted to ask you some additional questions,

try to get some...

They were very close.

Perhaps another time.

Have some, sir.

Oh, it stinks!

Perhaps because I have never made coffee before.

How's he doing?

Barely sober. Fine.

We have to talk to you about last night, Sheriff.

What night was that?

The one that was last night.

What about it?

Where were you?

I was... here, I guess. I don't know.

Do I look like I could've gone anywhere? Why?

Chance Voss is dead.

Did I kill him?

We don't know yet.

Well, if I did, here's to me.

Did you go anywhere last night? Did you leave the office?

I don't remember.

He fell asleep. I left.

When I came back this morning, he was still sleeping.

Was he in the same place you left him?

No.

Last night he was in the cell,

and this morning I found him at his desk.

Were you with anyone besides Kenji?

How should I know?

Well, you should come up with something, Sheriff,

'cause there's a dozen people that saw you cuff Chance

and beat him the hell out of him.

KATE: Gets worse. You swore to us

that you had accepted Isabelle's reconciliation

with O'Shaughnessy.

But he showed us a letter where you implored her to leave him.

Yeah... I lied about that.

What else have you lied about?

I'll do it!

Now, let's go right now!

No, we have to be careful. Next Wednesday.

We'll act like it's any other day. I'll come to town.

He'll send Chance with you again.

I'll take care of Chance.

Withdraw all your money from the bank.

I'll empty my account; I'll meet you at the train station.

We'll get tickets for Chicago

but when it stops in Springfield, we'll get off.

We'll buy horses; we'll head for Cincinnati.

I have family there. They'll take us in.

The letter O'Shaughnessy showed you was from before.

She changed her mind.

I can prove it.

I have a letter that Isabelle sent me

the day before she disappeared, outlining our final plans.

It's in my top drawer of my desk at home.

Go check the dates. Kenji?

On my way.

So you might not have killed Isabelle,

but what about Chance?

I'm gonna have to check your gun, Sheriff.

When's the last time you fired this?

A week ago. Tried to bring down a duck, but I missed.

It's been fired more recently than that.

Let me see that.

Hasn't been cleaned, smells of burnt gunpowder.

There's two empty chambers.

I don't think I did it.

I was out on my feet.

We have to arrest you, Sheriff.

Well, I guess I would, too.

The key?

We'll do our best to get you out.

Yeah, well, you're doing a bang-up job so far.

Logan can't be guilty of both murders.

Why not?

Because if he killed Chance,

he did it because he believed Chance killed Isabelle.

But if Logan killed Isabelle, then why kill Chance, too?

Maybe it's a show. Logan killed Isabelle,

then killed Chance to take the heat off himself

If that's his strategy, it's not a very good one.

He's in jail anyway.

Okay, fine, then Chance killed Isabelle

and then Logan killed Chance.

Well, we need to prove that Chance killed her.

Why? You can't convict a dead man.

I just-- I don't believe that Logan could do this.

I went through Logan's desk. Every inch of it.

I found no letter from Isabelle.

Why tell you about a letter if you're not going to find it?

You're making it sound like someone broke in and took it.

I don't have to. Someone did break in and take it!

I didn't kill Isabelle.

Maybe I did...

Maybe my love did, I mean.

Isabelle said she was going to destroy my letters

before we left.

Clearly she missed some.

O'Shaughnessy figured out what we were up to.

But yesterday that letter was in my desk.

So while I was in the office sleeping off my drinking,

someone came in, stole my gun, shot Chance,

and took the letter.

Who would do that? O'Shaughnessy!

O'Shaughnessy wasn't in Kansas City

the night Isabelle was murdered. Neither was Adeline.

Right. Chance was.

Maybe I'm wrong-- Chance didn't do it for the money,

he killed her at the behest of O'Shaughnessy.

And then O'Shaughnessy was worried

that Chance would spill the beans so he killed him.

Yes!

That's a lot of maybes.

Why did her remains appear suddenly now?

Did wolves really dig them up?

What?

Maybe Chance was trying to put the squeeze on O'Shaughnessy.

He needed money.

So he dug up the bones and came asking for more money.

And then O'Shaughnessy decided to kill Chance

and make it look like a conveniently drunk Logan

was the one who did it.

Exactly! Now...

how do we prove that?

Ma'am, our sympathies.

We know how much you loved your cousin.

How close you were.

Thank you.

And thank you for arresting Sheriff Logan.

That's why we wanted to talk to you.

It can't be the sheriff.

What?

How is that possible?

Where was your husband last night?

He wasn't here last night, was he?

What are you implying?

WILL: Adeline... where was he?

We checked.

He wasn't at his girlfriend, Miss Deluxe.

We spoke with her.

No, he was out shooting your cousin.

That's a lie! That is a lie!

Addie. Addie, I was here, remember? At home!

The truth, Adeline.

I was at home.

He wasn't at home, was he?

How could you?

He was my kin!

Adeline, I was at home!

I was at home, Adeline! At home!

KATE: Mr. O'Shaughnessy,

you are under arrest for the murder of Chance Voss.

We'll see about that.

(Sobbing)

Thank you, Mrs. Warne.

Kate.

My pleasure.

O'Shaughnessy.

Anyone else smell hogs?

(Conductor calling out)

One killer's in jail and the other one's in the ground.

Nothing left for us to do but celebrate.

Drinks for the house, on me!

(Patrons cheering)

Haven't you done enough drinking, Sheriff?

What would you prefer, Mrs. Warne?

Tea for everyone? How do you stand her, Will?

Oh, they pay me.

Sometimes.

I just wish we had proof that Chance killed Isabelle,

to tie it all up.

Believe me, it's tied.

As my friend here says, you can't convict a dead man.

I know, I just-- I hate uncertainty, don't you?

What's she talking about?

I never know.

KATE: Isabelle...

I live in Peoria.

I read in the newspaper that my remains were found.

I was afraid that Deputy Logan--

Sheriff, now.

I was afraid that Sheriff Logan might be blamed,

so I came back to make sure no one hangs for my murder.

How are you still alive? What happened?

Chance told me my husband opened one of Lawrence's letters.

He knew we were planning to run away, so...

He's given me 500 to kill you.

Kill me?

What can I say?

The man sees women as livestock to own.

One of his heifers tries to bolt, it's like a treason.

But I don't want to kill you,

I don't want to kill nobody.

What do you need?

Money to buy horses.

So give me half what you took from the bank.

Change into your new dress, and give me that one, and that hat.

I'll dip 'em in blood,

like the brothers did to Joseph's coat in the Bible.

That'll fool O'Shaughnessy.

In the meantime, you skip town and never come back.

That's fine-- I'm running away with Logan anyway.

No, you got to go alone, Isabelle.

That's my deal.

I can't go without Logan.

No choice.

I didn't want to, Lawrence.

But the only way to make sure no one died, was to pretend I did.

LOGAN: You sacrificed yourself.

Hardly. I left you with the grief.

But I knew that if in a year or two you followed,

Chance would be suspicious.

Certainly O'Shaughnessy would.

The only way to protect you

was for you to think that I was dead.

Well, you're not dead now,

and O'Shaughnessy is in jail.

We can pick up right where we left off.

I'm married.

I have a son. He's three.

He's a lovely boy.

His name is Lawrence.

Are you happy?

I-- I'm glad for you.

WILL: Okay, I have a question.

KATE: Ask.

Whose bones did Kenji find?

I was thinking on that...

I mean, we know Chance needed the money,

so maybe he dug up the bones of a woman somewhere,

around the same build as Isabelle.

Well, after the war, there are a lot of dead to choose from...

So he put her bones by the side of the road,

along with Isabelle's dress and hat.

He knew someone would come asking questions.

Maybe he wanted to squeeze O'Shaughnessy for hush money.

Get paid once to kill her;

get paid a second time to stay silent.

Maybe he squeezed O'Shaughnessy a little too hard.

Well, now Chance is plenty silent.

That he is.

You know, I never thought I'd say this,

but I worry about Logan.

I know.

It's one thing to lose someone once.

It's quite another to lose them twice.

Think he'll be okay?

Well, he puts on a brave front.

Meaning no?

Meaning no.

But if I know Sheriff Logan, it'll be business as usual.

Not necessarily a bad thing.

NARRATOR: Next week on The Pinkertons...

We have to wait this storm out

so the judge and prosecutor can get here.

I just delivered him to the US Marshall.

You got 13 charges of felony murder stickin' to you.

You're not safe with him up there.

So whoever did this is still in the hotel.

We let their outrage deal with him

before his men come in and deal with us.

We should hang you, right here, right now!