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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!