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And so he hires me,

saying he is convinced his wife is an adulterer.

And the wife hires me, fearing the husband is an adulterer.

We figure maybe it's just a misunderstanding.

Only he is philandering.

And she's unfaithful too.

Both? At the same time?

MAN: Yes! Yes.

Turns out he is in love with the minister's wife.

And she's in love with... the minister!

MAN: We get them all together-- all four--

and tell 'em: "Thou shalt not commit adultery".

I tell 'em, "Come on, let's just do a "do-si-do".

Get back to your original partner.

Only they do a "change-your-partner".

During the war,

every husband, father and brother was off fighting.

Kansas City was wild. You missed a heck of a party.

WILL: So I've heard.

Oh, dear. I'm supposed to visit my sister.

Oh, never mind. You hate seeing her.

No, I don't. Yes, you do.

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

MAN: You'll see.

She'll come back all pickle-pussed,

swearing she'll never see Agatha again.

He makes things up. I'll see everyone later.

Bye, Erica. Hi to your sister.

ANNALEE: Well, if it isn't Pinkerton Detective Peyton Tweed.

Long time.

You're looking mighty fine, Annalee.

Hush.

I know why you're here.

The Dubois' famous creamed possum in coon fat gravy.

No way. I came to see you.

And an order of creamed possum in coon fat gravy.

Okay. I can't deny... I would enjoy a plateful.

Make that two.

And after, Annalee, will you join us for dessert?

Not now, but maybe tonight.

(Exhaling)

Mmm.

Mmm, I swear, you can't find creamed possum

anywhere in Oklahoma.

Ugh, it's enough to make me want to move there.

Oh, you'd love it, Kate. Beautiful country.

Lots of crime and violence. We'll keep you busy.

Wait. Where you going?

Need to see Colorado Clem about hiring some horses.

I'll walk ya.

(Horses whinnying)

Actually, Will...

Didn't want to say this in front of Kate, but...

I got a rendezvous with a gal. (Chuckling)

What can I say? I never learn.

Yeah. Don't be like me.

You couldn't handle the competition.

(Laughing) It's the truth, brother.

(Whooshing, Peyton grunting)

(Shot ringing out)

Peyton!

MAN: Where'd it come from?

Peyton!

What happened?

I don't know!

Anyone see anything?

Go get the doctor, now!

Check the roofs!

You're okay. You're gonna be okay.

(Men yelling indistinctly)

WILL: Kate...

He's gone.

No.

I got two deputies searchin' the roofs.

I got another two goin' door to door.

So, everything is under control.

But I need you Pinks to start thinking about suspects.

KATE: It's a long list, Sheriff.

If we do our jobs right, we make enemies.

SHERIFF LOGAN: Well, let's start with enemies in Kansas City.

We'll have to go through all of his cases files

from when he worked here.

LOGAN: Well, what about the present?

Anything come to mind?

Marjorie Norway.

Young lady at the telegraph office?

Yeah, Marjorie was involved with Peyton

before he moved to Oklahoma.

She's been sending him threatening letters and such.

Romance.

Nothing deadlier.

Marjorie. Who else?

Jethro Smithwick.

The bank robber?

He was released from Jennings State about two months ago.

We got word he's been mouthing off that Peyton framed him

and he was gunning for him.

Okay, Smithwick.

Anyone else?

Sheriff, a Pinkerton agent killed in Kansas City,

in broad daylight...

that doesn't sound like revenge to me.

It sounds like a statement.

Meaning?

I fear that if we chase the obvious we may miss the boat.

Something's going on.

What?

I'm not sure yet.

Well, until you are, I am going to heed my dear mother,

who always says:

Start with the obvious.

ERICA: When Peyton was sent to open up Oklahoma,

he moved on and this poor Marjorie girl didn't.

There was some kind of bad blood.

KATE: About what?

ERICA: He wouldn't say.

But being a telegraph agent,

Marjorie sent him telegrams daily. Even more.

And telegrams not being private...

Exactly. Half of Oklahoma knew

Peyton had jilted some poor gal in Kansas City.

Did it ruin his reputation?

Oklahoma?

Just the opposite.

Kate, I want to thank you for something.

What are you talking about? My career.

If I hadn't read about the first lady detective in the world,

I would never have walked into a Pinkerton office

to ask about a job.

If it hadn't been me, it would have been the next gal.

Would she have done as well as you have?

Solved so many crimes?

Worked on the President's detail?

You did it. You opened the door.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Marjorie Norway, is that right? Yes, ma'am.

We're with the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

Sure.

We also have some news.

Peyton Tweed is dead.

He was shot earlier today

and we understand you were sending him threatening--

She wanted him alive,

to help raise the child, or to marry her.

He's no use to her dead. I agree.

I'd like to think Peyton would have done the right thing.

There's a barmaid in Oklahoma City that's with child

and he was denying any involvement.

Peyton was a good Pinkerton,

but I'm not so sure he was was a good man.

Erica, did you and Peyton...?

Best not speak ill of the dead

on the day he's knockin' on heaven's gate.

How ya doing, McGillicuddy?

I know you're not Logan.

(Chuckling)

Sometimes I wish I wasn't Logan.

That shooting, you see anything?

If you were the real sheriff, I'd tell you what I seen.

McGillicuddy, you lunatic, I am the real sheriff.

No, the real sheriff is better looking.

(Laughing)

I spoke with every snitch I know.

No one saw anything... or won't admit they did.

Erica and I don't think Marjorie Norway shot him either.

Where is Erica? Upstairs.

Well, Jethro Smithwick is already back in jail.

He robbed a bank in Morrison.

Who framed him this time?

It is possible that he paid someone to kill Peyton.

Anything's possible.

I told the sheriff in Morrison we want Smithwick interrogated.

Don't you Pinks got anything?

Dead ends so far.

You ask me, this involves internal Pinkerton business.

Probably something right in front of your noses.

You quitting on us already, Sheriff?

I am going back to my office.

I have other cases to attend to.

I think we have to go through all of Peyton's case files,

find out who he put away, who might want him dead.

When I spoke with Erica,

she seemed to have a problem with Peyton's morals.

He had a lot of girlfriends when he worked here.

Often at the same time from what I hear.

I don't think she was happy working with him.

Seemed to get along fine to me.

Didn't you notice the tension?

What tension?

Him telling her what to do. Her giving him odd looks.

That was tension?

What if Erica was one of Peyton's spurned lovers?

You mean...

a relationship between Pinkerton partners?

(Awkward laughing)

Because, I mean, a romantic relationship

with the person you're working with--

I-- I agree. Completely.

I mean, sure, it could work for a little while, but then--

You would ruin a great professional relationship.

Absolutely.

No, I think that Erica was right.

It was Peyton's morals.

Peyton was on his way to see a gal that night.

Maybe it was a different gal, not Marjorie.

Do you know something?

Just that he liked married women.

Their husbands are more likely to want to shoot you.

Even still, who would know about Peyton's... involvements?

I mean, he never named names.

Go talk to the ladies in the market.

They know all the gossip.

Will...

I think that there's one more possibility we have to consider.

Erica.

She left ten minutes before the shooting.

I guess anyone can commit murder.

I'll see if Annalee can lure her out of her room

for a little while. I'll search around,

see if I can find out if she did go visit her sister.

I'll talk with the ladies at the market.

Hopefully you have more success than I do.

I do not want to arrest a Pinkerton.

WOMAN: Oh, I don't gossip, Mr. Pinkerton.

WILL: No, I know that. I'm just asking--

But if it helps a murder investigation.

Yes, it will.

Peyton was friendly with Mrs. Laurentia

and her maid, Ethel.

And there was Mrs. Barleycorn, the miller's wife.

Okay. Thanks.

And Anna Schmidt.

And Mrs. Potvin.

And Mrs. Jinkle--

(Bullet whizzing, gunshot)

(Screaming)

(Crowd panicking)

(Train horn sounding)

ALLAN: A Pinkerton agent is dead.

So is an innocent bystander.

And three days after all this mess,

you still haven't got a clue.

You haven't got a suspect.

All you've got is, uh... excuses.

We have a suspect--

From here on in, William,

I would like you to cease investigating this case.

What?

It's too dangerous for you.

I want you to go to Kate's farm and stand down.

Stand down? Hide.

I know what stand down means, okay?

Have you ever considered that maybe this was all set up

to get you to come to Kansas City, huh,

in order to shoot you?

That's possible.

But I am married to your mother.

And your mother wants you out of harm's way.

No. Look, Erica had to return to Oklahoma City.

Sheriff Logan won't even touch this case,

'cause he thinks it's unsolvable. You need my help.

I don't need your help.

I've got a lot of Pinkerton agents.

Listen, we've got a suspect.

McGillicuddy worked as a deputy with Logan.

He went away to the war and came back shell-shocked.

Ah, McGillicuddy. The crazy man.

Yes, him!

This is a planned, organized, methodical operation, boy.

It's not organized by a crazy guy, okay?

Oh, before I forget, by the way...

From your dear mother.

Ah, let's see if they fit. Go on. Hold 'em up.

I think your mother is under the misapprehension

that you are still a boy.

She's not the only one.

Ah, Kate and John, please come in.

Sit down. I want to get to the case at hand.

Now, I have given this case a lot of thought

and it is my opinion that the second murder

is, in fact, a misdirect.

It is designed to confuse us.

What? And it worked,

because we have spent time trying to connect the dots,

When what we need to do is focus on the killing of Peyton.

And what I'm saying is we need to talk with McGillicuddy.

He's crazy enough that he's threatened people before.

Kate, may I have your opinion on this?

Every suspect we can think of so far

has been cleared, including Erica.

At the time of the first shooting

she visiting her sister.

But John and I have been working on something.

John?

This is Main Street.

We've been on every rooftop. Interviewed everybody.

Every witness says the bullet landed before they heard it.

It was at least a second.

Sound travels about a thousand feet in that time.

So let's say one full second.

Sound travels slower in cold air

so let's deduct some time for the temperature

and add in the time it took the bullet to get there.

I could only assume the shooter was at least 2,000 feet away.

That'd have to be a crack shot to do that.

I'm afraid that's what we're dealing with.

So I drew a radius around 2,000 feet around each victim.

To hit a target from that distance...

The crazy guy, McGillicuddy, he was a sharpshooter.

See the radiuses?

Here and here, they overlap.

Now, these two spots above and below

are approximately 2,000 feet from both shootings.

And it would sense if the shooter was in the same location

for both shots.

I'm willing to explore both of these theories.

John, would you mind going and looking around that location?

See what you can find.

And, uh, Kate, could you go and talk to this McGillicuddy--

No. I'm doing that.

No, your mother has insisted--

I said I'm doing that!

William... William.

Oh, dear.

Cal McGillicuddy, right?

Maybe. Maybe not. Who are you?

Will Pinkerton.

Friend of Logan's?

Sorta.

Ah, now, now, now. Easy.

We just want to talk to you, Cal.

Come on.

So, what are you doing, walking around town with a rifle?

Two people have been shot.

I'd have to be crazy not to protect myself.

And you didn't shoot 'em?

Why would I shoot them?

Well, you've been threatening people. Threatened Logan.

No, I haven't.

Well, you have. 20 times.

I threatened you, but I didn't threaten the real Logan.

Okay, Cal.

I believe you. I believe you.

I need your help, okay?

I need to know what real people were shot the other day.

A Pinkerton.

Anyone else?

Potato lady.

Good. Now...

Did you see the shooter?

No, sir.

'Cause I saw you walking away from the Dubois

right before the second shooting.

And other people saw you around Main Street

ten minutes before the first shooting.

So?

So, this rifle is a sharpshooter's rifle.

I fought for the Union.

Company B, 14th Missouri Volunteers.

Wow. That was a mighty outfit.

We had a good run, until...

Until what?

The second Battle of Corinth.

We fought as skirmishers

in front of the Federal fortifications.

But the Confederates outnumbered us...

The regiment lost a lot of men...

Everybody but me...

You were the sole survivor?

Taught me to be careful.

About?

People who aren't who they say they are.

They look almost right, but I can tell they're not.

Cal and I worked together before the war.

But he come back sick in the head, poor fella.

Can't even recognize me.

Couldn't even recognize his wife.

Wasn't her. She looked different.

She was four years older, Cal.

Lost a child, her brother, her pa.

Gray hairs and wrinkles,

what else did you expect after all she'd been through?

She tried everything.

Doctors couldn't figure it out.

He just got worse

and she gave up, headed out east.

I'm waiting for my real wife. I'm a good man.

So good that you'd never shoot a man?

Oh, I shot a lot of men. But that was war.

I'd never shoot anyone walking down the street.

Fake or real.

What did you hear? Nothing.

You didn't hear a shot? No.

If you are lying, madam--

If you talk to a Pink, you die. Everyone says so.

You want to buy something or not?

Until the killer is put behind bars,

nobody's gonna buy anything in this market.

Your best bet is talking to me.

Talk to a Pinkerton but-- Excuse me--

Hold on. Sir, have you seen a--

Did you see anything go on here?

(Bullet ricocheting)

(Gunshots)

Aah!

(Gunshot)

Is it coming out?

It's deep.

Are you sure you've done this before?

Yeah...

Never on a human. Practiced on a cow.

Some fortifier?

Get back in there!

(Moaning)

I'm okay, Father, I'm here.

Just relax. You've been shot.

The surgeon is removing the bullet.

I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

Two... seconds...

We know. The shots came from far away.

Didn't have time...

to aim... reload...

and fire again...

Two shooters-- aah!

He's okay?

Hope so.

It's a .44.

Same as the others.

Well, patch him up!

How's Allan?

He's okay for now.

Come here.

Sheriff, what the hell's he doing here?

He was with us when your dad was shot, Will,

he couldn't have done it.

And he was hungry,

so I bought him a steak and a beer for his troubles.

What happened at the hospital?

The surgeon removed the bullet.

Is Mr. Pinkerton conscious?

He was. He said there was two shooters.

Why?

'Cause the shots were so close together.

Could be one.

Hey, quiet.

Were there two shooters the first two times?

I don't know, but maybe this was all to get my father,

so there were two assassins.

Could be one.

McGillicuddy, I told you to shut up.

No, you didn't, you told me to be quiet.

Then be quiet!

Okay, I'll be quiet, but there could be one shooter.

The shots came in quick succession.

It takes time to load and shoot.

No, it doesn't.

Would you like me to throw him out,

because I would love to.

Maybe you are really Logan because he was an idiot too!

There is a new carbine repeater--

a Patterdale, Model 6. It never jams.

It can fire off each round in less than one second.

I've never heard of it.

Neither have I.

'Cause he's crazy.

'Cause it's new.

It shoots a .44.

If you don't believe me,

check the bullet they took out of the old guy.

I bet it's a .44 calibre.

How did you know that?

After my outfit was all killed, General Ulysses S. Grant

gave me a Medal of Honor.

He sent me to New Haven-- that's in "Connecty-kit"--

to test a new gun at the Patterdale factory there.

Why have we never heard of it?

Army put the first order in.

Won't be sold to the public till later in the year.

Whenever I'm around, he's always trying to prove himself.

He's always got to be the first,

got to be the smartest, the fastest, the bravest.

You know what I'm saying?

He is a young man with a legendary father.

There is nothing more natural than trying to prove yourself.

He doesn't have to prove himself around me, does he?

Have you ever told him that?

No, but I didn't have to prove myself when I was his age.

A young man coming to America as a cooper, who then builds

the world's largest private detective agency?

That sounds like a man with something to prove.

Yeah, well, look around you.

This is America, the land of plenty,

with an abundance of all the rich eras.

What else do you expect me to do?

I am worried about that boy, never thinking things through.

You know, rushing from here to there.

Allan, you may not have noticed,

but Will's grown a lot this year.

He's actually becoming an excellent detective.

You need to be patient with him.

Patient?

Father.

I'm fine, fine.

She tried to kill me with her pumpkin soup, but I survived.

Now, you got some news for us?

Well, I spoke with Lieutenant Colonel Hershfield himself,

and he admitted that a shipment of rifles,

including a box of Patterdale Repeaters, was stolen.

Turns out the crazy guy wasn't so crazy after all.

Well, Hershfield thinks that the thieves

were pro-Confederate bushwhackers.

Why?

Because three weeks ago, five bushwhackers

broke out of Gower State Prison in Jefferson City.

Including a kid named Jesse James.

Now we know who we're dealing with.

Come closer.

I have a plan.

I have 50 Pinkerton agents.

All are coming, from all across the country.

But it's gonna take a week at least to get them here.

We need to buy time.

Why don't we let Jesse know we know it's him?

What good is that gonna do?

He'll be more cautious.

Give us time to build numbers, then we go on the offensive.

That's a plan.

So now we go on the defence.

Will, you go and talk to Sheriff Logan,

you tell him to deputize some more men,

stick them on the road in and out of Kansas City.

I'll ride out to the James's farm, out near Kearney.

Where is that? Just northeast of here.

Jesse's Ma and some of his brothers live out there.

I'll talk to them, see if I can get a message to Jesse.

I'll go with you. No.

Will, you arrested Jesse.

You were undercover in his bushwhacker gang.

There's too much bad blood. So?

Maybe that's why everyone's being shot, Will,

because of you.

She's got a thing or two to tell you about manhood.

Too much.

Mr. James?

I'm Frank James.

Kate Warne, Pinkerton National Detective Agency.

Howdy.

Hear your brother Jesse busted out of Gower State.

News to me.

If you love your brother,

let him know that there are 50 Pinkerton agents

on their was to Kansas City.

Now, if I were him, I would head west and not stop.

If he stays here in Missouri, he's a dead man.

And why are the Pinkertons kindly telling me this?

I've met Jesse.

I like him.

I respect him.

Some of these 50 men will die hunting him,

maybe even Jesse himself.

He's already shot one of our agents

and an innocent bystander.

It rained last Wednesday.

You going to blame that on him too?

He also shot my boss, Mr. Allan Pinkerton.

Now, Mr. Pinkerton thinks that if Jesse wanted him dead,

he would be.

He's only offering him the same courtesy.

I haven't seen or heard from Jesse since his trial.

But if he ambles by,

I'll be sure to pass on your message, ma'am.

You do that.

(Gasping)

If it ain't Mrs. Cordelia Fisk.

Were you dreaming about me?

No.

Well, you were dreaming about somebody.

And I thought the Pinkertons never slept.

There's a posse of Pinkerton agents on their way to the farm.

They'll be here by daybreak.

Really?

I'll make breakfast.

What do Pinkertons eat? People food?

Look, I don't want to get caught up in a hostage situation.

Just go!

Relax. No one's coming. And no one's taking you hostage.

I tried that once. And it was a true disaster.

And if I was going to hurt you, you'd be hurting.

Then what do you want?

It's cold in here.

And that bed looks toasty warm.

What do you want?

I want you to send a message to Pinkerton, not the old guy,

his baby, little Will.

You remember Will,

the lying son of a bitch who messed up our coal torpedo plot.

Will's the one who sent me to prison.

You sent yourself to prison.

I did not like the way

the warden leased us convicts to farmers.

They treated us no better than slaves.

I've had enough of baby Pinkerton.

Look, Army issue, lever-action repeater.

I can shoot a plate from 2500 feet away

and get off 15 rounds before reloading.

It's amazing what they can do these days.

It's truly amazing.

Did you get my message about leaving town? Heading west?

Go to Utah, Arizona. We won't hunt you. I swear it.

Yeah, right.

I believe you.

But Missouri's my home.

And it is my intention to use this new Patterdale Repeater

on the good folk of Kansas City

until Will Pinkerton agrees to meet me: one against one.

What are you talking about?

Just me and Will, even, square,

not hiding behind your skirt,

or his father's back, or a gang of 50 Pinkertons.

You mean a gun fight?

It is my intention to be the man

who shot and killed William Pinkerton...

and broke his poor, sweet daddy's heart.

Or...

If Will doesn't care about the good folk of Kansas City,

he can forget about my offer.

And I will just keep shooting 'em till they're all dead.

I never really cared much for city folk.

So, Will doesn't have to worry about it if he's not up to it.

I just want him to know the consequences of his cowardice.

Will is not a coward. He's a Pinkerton Agent.

And that is why he will never agree to this.

Our job is to hunt down criminals.

That is what Will does.

Nah.

You don't understand, sweetheart.

But Will Pinkerton will. Just you wait.

So, you tell him to meet me on Main Street...

tomorrow,

high noon.

You have a pleasant morning now, ma'am.

Don't tell my father.

Don't tell anyone.

I'll do what he says.

KATE: No!

I don't have a choice, Kate. Of course you do!

I have to stop the killing.

By fighting Jesse James?

Exactly. No.

Will, you are not letting him dictate the terms of engagement.

We'll bring him in our way, the Pinkerton way.

You're a detective, Will, a good one.

Yeah, but not good enough. He came to us.

Only after we went to him.

We're partners, Will. Let's bring him in together.

No, I've been challenged. I can't turn him down.

He's a gunfighter, Will. He'll beat you.

Thanks. He might beat you.

I can handle myself.

I know that you can. But it's not worth the risk.

Well, it is to me!

Look, I will do what I have to, all right?

Then I will do what I have to do.

Kate, the man is recovering from a shooting. You can't do that.

Then help me. We'll stake out the James farm together.

We'll see if Jesse is going there

or if someone is going to Jesse.

(Sighing)

Fine.

(Door closing)

A gunfight in the streets

like a common criminal?

Is he completely mad?

Apparently, it's hard for a young man

to turn down a challenge.

Especially if he's an idiot.

Will's not an idiot.

And, Allan, if you want to fix this thing,

you're going to have to be more clever than calling him names.

I'll be clever. You hand me that cane.

Where are you going? You can't even walk.

I will crawl if need be.

(Groaning)

You are not going to be able to talk sense into him.

I'm not going to talk sense to him.

I'm going to beat the sense into him with that cane.

Allan.

What?! I'm not going to beat him.

I'm going to talk to him, calm, rational.

Give me the thing, come on.

Give me a hand. Ohh!

(Birds chirping)

That doesn't inspire much confidence, does it?

You don't need confidence.

First of all, you are a damn fool.

Can't wait to hear "Second".

And second, this is not how a Pinkerton agent behaves.

Yeah, I've heard. So, I quit.

You're not a gunslinger, William.

The only way to stop Jesse James is to stop Jesse James.

So, that's what I'm going to do before he kills someone else.

He's tricking you into fighting on his terms.

The only way to win is to fight

on Pinkerton terms.

I'm going to fight on my own terms. Thank you.

William, maybe I haven't been a good father to you.

Maybe I've been domineering and didn't give you your due.

But that's not reason for you to go and get yourself killed, boy.

(Sighing)

Maybe I will be killed.

Maybe Jesse will be killed.

You don't know that.

The only thing that you do know is that your son is being a man.

You don't even appreciate it.

You go there.

And you meet Jesse James in the street.

You be a hero. And I will have my men on the rooftops.

And when he shows himself in the street,

we will shoot him like a dog,

just like he shot that Peyton, and the market lady-- No!

And you're own father! No!

That's a coward's act. And my word will mean nothing.

I'd be better off dead.

Well, you might just get your wish then.

(Gun cocking)

That's easy enough when you're facing an empty bottle.

(Sighing)

I need to talk to Jesse.

Oh? And I was starting to think you liked me.

Where is he?

Maybe you should ask Sheriff Logan

'cause he was here this morning tearing up the farmhouse.

Frank, you have to talk some sense into your brother.

If you don't, one of us is going to be grieving

over the death of somebody we care about.

I've seen my brother shoot. I ain't worried.

Are you?

Let me talk to your mother.

Please let me speak with her.

My mama don't talk to no Pinkertons.

She's gone.

I don't know why you're doing this.

Why don't you take the lady's invite

and ride somewhere west and south?

The weather here's intolerable.

Someone's going to be the one

to try to take down Jesse James, Frank.

I got to show 'em I ain't easy to take.

Maybe that Pinkerton ain't easy to take either.

(Chuckling)

Nah, he's easy.

And he got a famous name too.

So, that'll spread the news.

Anyway, I want his father to suffer.

So, shoot the damn father. And ride off.

I want his father to suffer

knowing his son died for his sins.

I don't want Mama burying you.

She won't.

I'm willing to shoot him from a roof.

And stain my name?

People need to know I'm as good as they hear.

Yeah?

Well, what if you ain't?

Hey, Will. What are you drinking?

Whiskey.

Again.

I hear you're gun-fighting Jesse James tomorrow.

Who told you that? Was it Kate?

No, just about everybody else. The whole town's talking.

Don't worry. You'll win.

I'm not worried.

I know. It's just your look--

What? What look?

What look?

Mind your own damn business.

It's on the house.

Truth is, the whole town's betting against you, Will.

Are you sure you should be doing this?

(Sighing)

Where is he? Have you seen him?

Not since yesterday.

I want to make one last appeal to his good sense.

I'm not sure he has much good sense.

Ach! I haven't seen him anywhere.

He didn't sleep in his room last night.

I doubt he did much sleeping at all.

I've been up and down this town. No one's seen either of them.

Maybe they both lost their nerve.

Both of 'em?

Maybe they're smarter than we think.

What?

They both don't show up? That's a bit of a coincidence.

Maybe because they both agreed to meet somewhere else.

Where?

He wasn't in his room last night.

He must have rode out to the James farm,

left word with Frank for Jesse to meet him somewhere else.

Where-- Where would they meet?

I don't know.

Frank James, maybe I can get it out of him.

Pinkerton.

Jesse.

Was beginning to think you weren't going to show.

Nah.

I wanted to give you as much time on this Earth as I could.

So, I ate me a big breakfast.

Well, it's important to have a big meal

if it's going to be your last.

How you want to do this?

I've never really done this before.

Me neither.

I don't know.

You go up the road 15 paces.

I'll go that way.

And when we're ready, we draw. And we shoot.

Okay.

Okay.

Jesse?

If I'm wounded,

you finish me off?

Sure.

You'll do the same for me?

Of course.

Good luck.

You too.

Just for the record...

this wasn't personal.

I was just doing my job.

(Chuckling)

Likewise.

(Bird squawking)

(Horse whinnying)

Hey.

Looks like your ma's coming to rescue you.

Better get on with it then, woman's notional.

Yeah, I noticed.

Will!

Don't do this!

Please, you don't have to!

Neither one of you do! I'll tell everyone I stopped it!

Hush, woman!

(Panting)

KATE: Will!