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[ Laughter]

It's yours, man! It's all yours!
You have to think!

HIGGINS:
I'd place a bet on George Dixon

if I were you, Jackson.

JACKSON: It's illegal, Henry.
We're constables.

We are off-duty constables.

Even so, I'd rather enjoy
the fight unfettered.

Okay, but Little Chocolate
is sure to win.

He's pound for pound
the finest fighter there is.

He's Canadian, no less.

It's almost unpatriotic
not to bet.

Then why don't you bet on him,
Henry?

Don't have any more money on me.

[ Chuckles]
What a surprise.

I gave it all to George for
the detective's bachelor party.

That is not an excuse.
I contributed, too.

I doubt Detective Murdoch
even wants a party.

No, thank you.

I'm writing.
Leave me be.

Yeah!
You got to move and stick!

[Thud]

Robert Parker
and Harry Longabaugh!

Hold it right there!

[ Indistinct shouting]

What kind of crackpot draws
a pistol at a boxing match?

He wouldn't give us
so much as his name

until he spoke
to someone of authority, sir.

Then it's his lucky day.

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
This is my station house.

Who are you?

Bat Masterson.

Bat Masterson the lawman?

None other.

- Well, let him out, Jackson!
-[ Keys jingling]

MASTERSON:
Oh, no need to hurry.

It's too late.

Damn shame.

I had Robert Parker and
Harry Longabaugh dead to rights.

- You're saying that --
- Damn right.

Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance Kid are in Toronto.

Bloody hell.

[Laughs]
Cheers.

CRABTREE:
He fought in the Dodge City War.

Sir, he rode with Wyatt Earp
in Tombstone.

- He's killed 26 people.
- Thank you, George.

I'm aware
of Mr. Masterson's reputation.

He's quite the lawman.

That doesn't justify
drawing a pistol in public.

CRABTREE:
Sir, by all accounts,

he's also a bit
of a ladies' man.

He claims he saw Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid?

That's right. They were
at the George Dixon fight.

Mr. Masterson was there
covering it.

He's a newspaper writer now.

Unfortunately,
Jackson and Higgins

unwittingly facilitated
the escape.

Murdoch,
I've assured Mr. Masterson

that Station House Four
would be honored

to assist in the capture
of Sundance and Butch.

Uh, sir, is that necessary?

Bat's the only one
that got a good look at them.

Higgins and Jackson
couldn't pick them out.

Rest assured, Detective,
I was a lawman myself.

Yes, yes, you were a lawman
in the United States.

Once a lawman,
always a lawman, right?

I've already filed a story
about Butch and Sundance

with my New York paper.

A little publicity
might smoke them out.

Now if you'll pardon me, I would
like to telephone my editor.

Torn, my pistol?

Oh, yes, of course.
Crabtree.

The gun that tamed the West
right there.

Please feel free
to use my telephone, Bat.

Thank you.
Gentlemen.

Sir, he drew his pistol
in public.

Are you sure it's wise
to give it back?

He didn't mean to fire it,
Murdoch.

He wants them alive.

Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance kid.

Sir, it would be quite a feather
in Station House Four's cap.

With all due respect, sir,
it's widely accepted

that Butch and Sundance
fled to Argentina last year.

If Bat says he saw them,
well, that's good enough for me.

Very well.

George, see if you can find
some renderings

of Butch and Sundance.

Yes, sir.

- MURDOCH: George Dixon?
- Yes.

BRACKENREID: Inspector
Brackenreid, Detective Murdoch.

We understand that you
fought here last night?

Yes, but nobody was here
to see me win.

The whole crowd scattered
when that madman pulled a gun.

Yes, Mr. Dixon.

Could these two men
be the ones he was aiming at?

[Sighs]

That looks like them, but they
don't go by those names.

MURDOCH:
You know them?

They were at my last fight, too.

Had money on me both times,

but they didn't come back
to collect their winnings.

BRACKENREID: There was
illegal betting on the fight?

- Yes, but I didn't --
- Tell us where we can find them,

and we'll look past
the gambling.

Are they in trouble?

You should be more concerned

with whether you're in trouble
or not.

Mr. Dixon provided the names
Arthur Brown and Lucas Hunt.

Well, they're hardly
going to gadabout town

as Sundance and Butch, Murdoch.

And even if they were innocent,

why didn't they return
for their winnings?

Mr. Masterson likely
put a fright in them.

Well, let's nab the pair of them
at their boarding house

-and get to the bottom of this.
- Yes, let's.

Murdoch, your upcoming wedding

has been a constant topic
of conversation

'round the Brackenreid
dining table lately.

Really?

Margaret was hoping
that she might be of help

planning the affair.

Oh, well, I don't really
anticipate a large ceremony.

But I'll be mindful of that.
Thank you.

Even if you were just to put her
in charge of the flowers,

it might be enough
to shut her up

so I could eat my dinner
in peace.

Right.

I can only imagine
how excited you must be, Julia.

Where will the ceremony be held?

I don't know yet.

I suppose I've been putting off
having to make that decision.

Why is that?

William would never say as much,

but I know it would mean
a great deal to him

for us to marry
in the Catholic church.

How do you feel?

I'm not sure, but I worry
that in granting him that,

I may be betraying
my own values.

Perhaps that's an issue I should
leave to you and the detective.

But I can offer to arrange a
hen party, should you want one.

Perhaps not, considering how the
last one we attended turned out.

This is pure ivory.
She's never failed me once.

[ Chuckles ]

Mr. Masterson, Sundance's
sweetheart, Etta Place,

do you think she's in town,
as well?

I'll be sure to ask when
I'm staring down my gun at them.

Is the inspector coming back
any time soon?

The inspector?
Uh, it's hard to say.

But I'm happy to keep you
company in the meantime.

You know,
you and I are quite alike.

Birds of a feather, if you will.

How is that?

Well, we're both lawmen
and writers.

You consider yourself a lawman,
do you?

How many men have you killed?

Well, I-l haven't killed any
per se,

but I've roughed up a good many,
a good many.

Anyway, I'll get you a copy
of my book,

"Curse of the Pharaohs."

lt's a rollicking adventure.
I've set myself --

- BOOTH: Mr. Masterson?
- Yes.

Matthew Booth
from The Toronto Gazette.

I've just read
in the New York Telegraph

that you and the constabulary
are hot on the trail

of Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid.

- That's right.
-l'd like to do a story on you.

Lawman turned sportswriter

chases the infamous
Butch and Sundance.

Hm.

Certainly.

But I can't spare much time.

Is it true
you were born in Canada?

Yes, Quebec, but you can
keep that off the record.

I am as American as they come.

[Sighs]

[ Door opens, closes ]

CLEMENTS:
You must be Dr. Ogden.

I'm Father Clements.

Welcome.

William's at peace in a way that
I have never known him to be.

As am I.
We're very happy.

I'm pleased for this opportunity
to meet you.

What brings you to my church?

I know that it would mean
a great deal to William

for us to marry in the church,
but I'm not a Catholic.

I'm here to ask
if there's any way

that I might
grant him that gift.

That gift is not yours to grant.
It's the church's.

Yes, of course.
I understand.

Thank you for your time,
Father Clements.

I did not say that it
couldn't be granted, however.

William painted the picture
to me

of a resilient,
determined woman.

I'm surprised
you give up so easily.

I do want this for William.

Then if this is something
you really want,

I would like you to consider
the following --

Why is a belief in God
important?

[Sighs]

Just think on it for a time.

Why don't you tell me
your real names?

You're about to be exposed
for who you really are anyway.

I told you, sir.

I'm Arthur Brown,
and this is Lucas Hunt.

[ Scoffs ]
Of course you are.

On what grounds
are you holding us?

Suspicion of gambling for now.

Suspicion -- Everyone
was betting at the fight!

Why are we the only ones
being held?

BRACKENREID:
I think you know why.

So, tell me the whereabouts of
your lady friend, Etta Place.

Etta who?

It's not them.

HUNT:
I don't even know where that is.

Not the two men you drew down on
or not Butch and Sundance?

Neither.

MURDOCH:
Are you sure, Mr. Masterson?

I've never laid eyes
on these men,

and they damn sure
aren't Butch and Sundance.

Don't let me catch you
gambling again, boys.

Mm-hmm.

Let's get on with it, gentlemen.

Butch and Sundance
are still on the loose.

Mr. Masterson, is it possible

that you were mistaken
in the first place?

I once sat across
from Butch Cassidy

at a card table
in Hot Springs, Montana.

I'll bet I am the only man
in this city

to say I've looked him
in the eye.

And how long ago was that?

A number of years.

The look of a man might change,
but the eyes don't.

Well, perhaps we'll take
a "wait and see" approach, Bat.

Do what you like.
I'm casting my net.

Just my luck.

Excuse me?

Just as the most striking woman
I've seen in all of Toronto

enters the station, I'm leaving.

[ Chuckles]
You must be Mr. Masterson.

Mm. You recognize me
from the newspapers.

No. [ Chuckles]

My husband-to-be spoke of you.

Where is the lucky man?

I wouldn't allow you
out of my sight.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Chuckles]

Him?

That surprises you?

Well, you're obviously
a spirited woman,

and the detective is...

DR. OGDEN:
A gentleman.

Yes, very gentle, indeed.

Julia.
Thank you for coming.

DR. OGDEN:
What is it, William?

Urn, the inspector
has brought to my attention

that Mrs. Brackenreid would
very much like to be involved

in the planning of the wedding.

Oh, well, perhaps --

Sirs! The Bank of Toronto
is being robbed.

[ Indistinct shouting]

MURDOCH:
They're armed.

- It must be Sundance and Butch.
- Let's hope it is.

By reputation, they don't
use their guns unless provoked.

There's only one way
to find out.

[Gun cocks]

Wha-- Bat! No!

CRABTREE:
I'll take the back.

MURDOCH:
George, be careful!

-[ Woman screams]
- What's going on, Murdoch?

[ Indistinct shouting]

I can't tell.

[ Gunshots]

[ People screaming ]

MASTERSON:
They fled out the back,

firing their guns as they left.

- George!
- Sir, I'm all right.

They shot into the air.

Did you get a look at them,
Crabtree?

Sir, they were galloping away
by the time I got there.

FLEET:
Uh, I-l did.

L-lt was Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance K-K-K-K-Kid.

Is it true?!
Was it Butch and Sundance?

I'll handle this, gentlemen.

-[ Clears throat ]
-[ Camera clicks]

Indeed the robbery was the work
of Butch and Sundance.

The manager confirmed as much,

and I observed them
with my own eyes yet again.

[ Camera clicks]

Did they shoot at you,
Mr. Masterson?

Mm. Shots were fired,
but true to their reputation,

they weren't out to harm anyone,
nor I them.

Fortunately, I intervened
before they got to the safe.

So, you can tell
the fine citizens of Toronto

that Bat Masterson
saved their money.

[ Laughter]

SUTHERLAND: What's next,
Mr. Masterson? Any leads?

MASTERSON:
Inspector?

Rest assured,
me and the boys of Station Four

will bring them to justice.

It's only a matter of time.

Inspector Brackenreid,

what's it like working
alongside a legendary lawman?

Now, now, now,
this isn't about Bat Masterson.

This is about
reining in two outlaws.

Now, I'll make myself available
to you fine folks as needed

[Clears throat] and, uh,
I'll continue to file my updates

with the New York Telegraph.

- Thank you.
-[ Indistinct shouting]

BRACKENREID:
Thank you, gentlemen.

That's all for today.
No more questions.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations]

Gentlemen.

I was under the impression
you were coppers.

Where are your guns?

We don't carry guns.

North of the border,
we rely on our wits.

Oh. Fat lot of good
your wits just did us.

Your approach wasn't
especially effective, either.

BRACKENREID:
Fact of the matter is,

Sundance and Butch
are on the loose.

Bat knows them better
than we do, Murdoch.

He'll take the lead.

Very well.

So, where should we start, Bat?

Mm.

Take me to the most reputable
house of ill repute in town.

Oh.

I don't think I've seen
a dance quite like it.

[ Mid-tempo music plays]

Reminds me of Afghanistan.

Never thought I'd see it here,
but I can't say that I mind.

Thank you, Anatia.

Wasn't she fantastic?

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Oh.

We're looking for Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid.

Have they had occasion to visit?

I don't believe so.

Oh, my goodness.

I think they did.
Those two from the other night.

How did you know it was them?

Well, they had such an air
of danger about them.

Oh, yes, I do recall them.

They were very coy.

CYNTHIA: It must have been Butch
I entertained.

DUPREE: No, Cynthia,
I believe I had Butch.

Well, I was with one of them.

I can't wait
to tell the other girls.

Ladies, did they mention
where they were staying

or what their intentions were?

Only that they planned
to return.

I hope they do.
Such dear gentlemen.

If they do,
be sure to notify us.

And despite how charming
they may be,

keep in mind
that they're outlaws.

Of course.

Perhaps you'd care to continue
this interview in private.

Are you boys in a hurry?

I'm afraid we are.

Ladies.

[ Door opens]

[ Door closes ]

Uh, uh, Butch and Sundance
in my bank.

Possibly.

We won't know for certain
until we apprehend the suspects.

The most famous bank robbers
in history.

Surely they only target
the b-best.

The most vulnerable,
I should think, Mr. Fleet.

This is no cause to boast,
Mr. Fleet.

You should be grateful
no one was hurt.

Oh, I am. Thanks to
Mr. Masterson's, uh, b-bravery.

Was there any indication

that the robbers
had been surveilling the bank?

None that I'm aware of,

but, urn, B-Butch and Sundance,

uh, picked a-a most fortuitous
day to strike.

How is that?

Well, the Grand Trunk Railway
had just, uh,

d-deposited a large sum
to cover their, uh, p-payroll.

CRABTREE: Sir, were you able
to discern anything

from the bullets you took
from the ceiling?

Only that they indeed
came from the robber's gun.

.45-caliber.

Sir, I was wondering
if I might treat you to dinner

the night after tomorrow.

Well, that's very kind, George.
Thank you.

But I believe I'm engaged to
dine with Dr. Ogden that night.

Yes, of course.

The wedding is coming up
so soon, isn't it, sir?

I suppose so.

Have you decided where
the two of you will live

-once you're married?
- As a matter of fact, George,

- I intend to build us a house.
- Ah.

But I suppose Mrs. Kitchen's
will have to do in the meantime.

Whoa, sir.
A boarding house?

Will Dr. Ogden be keen
on that arrangement?

I don't see why not.
Mrs. Kitchen is a fine cook.

Her beef stew
is the best I've ever had.

That considered --

Uh, Inspector?

What are you doing?

Waiting for Bat.

CRABTREE:
Where is he?

He's conducting
a private interview.

[Woman squealing, laughing]

Oh, right.

[Clears throat]

MASTERSON:
It was all fine and dandy.

He took his pistol out.
I raised mine...

MURDOCH: The Bank of Toronto
was flush with a recent deposit

to cover
the Grand Trunk Railway payroll,

a very fortuitous time
for the robbers to strike.

We considered the possibility

it may have been the work
of bank employees,

but all their alibis
seem legitimate.

I must admit,
the particulars of the robbery

are very consistent with
how Butch and Sundance operated.

CRABTREE:
Were you and Mr. Masterson

able to turn up
anything useful, sir?

MASTERSON:
I say that I always get my man.

Sir?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Good work, Murdoch.

MASTERSON:
I said, "Of course,

but you can never
touch my pistol."

[ Laughter]

Aha!

I will turn it over
to the good inspector.

Inspector Brackenreid,

Bat says you're narrowing in
on Butch and Sundance.

Is that true?

We're pursuing every avenue
of investigation, gentlemen.

It's only a matter of time

before Mr. Masterson and myself
apprehend the buggers.

Reach for the sky!

Oh, dear Lord,
please don't shoot.

- Flour.
- Bloody fake.

How were we to know
it wasn't real?

Sure looked real to me.

What were you transporting?

The payroll
to Grand Trunk office in Simcoe.

They got it all.

Why would Sundance and Butch
kill a man?

What exactly happened?

Harry was trying
to protect the payroll.

The man who called himself
Sundance shot him down.

Never saw a man
handle a weapon like that.

[Grunts]

We've checked everything here,
sir.

There's no sign of them.

What else do you need to know?

I saw them.

It was Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance Kid, plain as day.

You said they were
gentlemen outlaws.

Why would they gun down
an innocent man like this?

Mr. Masterson?

I'll meet you
back at the station house.

I have to think on this.

REPORTER: At what time
were the criminals spotted?

Are you any closer
to capturing Butch and Sundance?

Knock it off, you lot.
Back it up!

- Back up!
- What can you tell us?

I should throw them all in jail.

Oh, I thought you were quite
enjoying all of the attention.

- Not anymore.
-[ Knock on door]

- CRABTREE: Sirs.
- So where is he?

I don't know, sir.

I've been in touch
with the Telegraph.

He's missed his deadline
for his story.

They haven't been in contact
with him.

Why would he disappear now?

You'd think he'd be wallowing
in all of this.

CRABTREE: Unless...

What if he's gone
to find them himself?

He has no authority
to make an arrest.

You've met the man, Murdoch.

You think he gives a damn
about authority?

Get your hat.

Good day, gentlemen.
How can I help you?

BRACKENREID:
Madame Dupree.

You can tell the girls
this is not a social call.

What a shame, Inspector.

MURDOCH:
[Clears throat]

We're looking for Bat Masterson.

So am I.

A number of the girls
have inquired

as to when
he would be visiting again.

- He hasn't been here?
- DUPREE: No.

Not recently.

Do you know where in Toronto

that he might be
hanging his hat?

- DUPREE: Cynthia.
-[ Footsteps approach ]

Yes, Madame Dupree?

Where did you say
Mr. Masterson took you?

The Alexandra Hotel.

He bought me a cocktail.
He was ever so kind.

Thank you.

- Detective Murdoch.
- Yes.

Cynthia would like you to know
she is available

for a private interview.

Um...thank you.

Uh, no, thank you.

BRACKENREID:
Soon to be married.

Oh. Then perhaps
all the more reason.

[ Both chuckle]

[ Exhales sharply]

Good day, ladies.

CLEMENTS:
And have you considered

what I asked of you, Dr. Ogden?

- As a matter of fact, I have.
- And?

Tell me about the cruelty
of God.

Is God cruel?

I treat diseases of the mind,

people driven into madness
by no fault of their own.

When I worked as a coroner,

I saw the results
of unspeakable violence.

Not perpetrated by God.

But permitted by God.

God does not permit anything.

God grants us life.

What we do with that life,
that's up to you and me.

DR. OGDEN: Then what does
it matter if I believe or not?

CLEMENTS: Because your eternal
soul will never find peace

unless you believe
in the teachings of Christ.

Christ teaches love.

Christ teaches forgiveness.

Christ teaches joy.

And fealty.

Yes, the church
may try to teach fealty.

Christ does not.

[ Indistinct conversations]

I wagered you'd be out trying
to bring in Sundance and Butch

on your own.

No.

Why?

Because this is my fault.

Would you care to explain that?

There is no Butch and Sundance,
not here anyways.

MURDOCH:
But you saw them.

I was sure I did
at the Dixon fight.

But when you brought in
those two men,

I realized they were the men
that I saw at the fight,

and I realized that they weren't
Butch and Sundance.

You lied. Why?

[Sighs]

There was a time
when the name Bat Masterson

was admired and feared
and worshiped.

When I wrote that story
about Butch and Sundance,

those days came back.

I was Bat Masterson again
on the trail of two outlaws.

And I reveled in it.

- MURDOCH: You made it up.
-[ Sighs]

And now a man is dead.

And we've been wasting our time
chasing after phantoms.

- I have a good mind to --
- Sir.

None of that changes the fact

that there are still
two criminals at large

who have shot someone
and robbed a bank.

Bloody hell.

Murdoch, I'll see you
back at the station.

I caused you to look
the wrong way in all this.

Yes, you did.

And I'll wager
that those two men

are far from Wild West outlaws.

Just two common thugs

who took advantage
of a situation you created.

Will you help me find them?

Once a lawman,
always a lawman, right?

Thank you, Detective.

BRACKENREID:
We are in pursuit of the felons

and will be arresting them
anytime soon.

Is Mr. Masterson helping?

[ Indistinct talking]

Mr. Masterson's service
is no longer --

SUTHERLAND:
Mr. Masterson, what is going on?

[ Indistinct shouting]

Mr. Masterson,
are you hot on the trail

of Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid?

I am assisting
the Toronto Constabulary

to the best of my abilities.

Are you going to catch them,
Bat?

I'm more than confident

in Detective Murdoch
and Inspector Brackenreid.

[ Indistinct shouting]

All right, that's enough.

Mr. Masterson,
just one more question, please.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Let's assume that the bandits
who robbed the bank

are, in fact, the same two
who robbed the train.

They match
the general description

given by the bank manager,

as well as the surviving guard
and the engineer from the train.

They also knew
the most advantageous time

to strike both targets.

The bank was holding the payroll

for The Grand Trunk Railway
in Toronto.

The train was carrying
the Grand Trunk payroll

to one of its subsidiaries.

Exactly, sir.

Both of these robberies
are linked

by the Grand Trunk Railway.

Now, George has cleared all the
bank employees of any suspicion,

but the railway employees

would have had inside knowledge
in both cases.

George, we need to pay
their offices a visit.

Sir, right behind you.

It's a shame it wasn't
really Butch and Sundance.

That would have been
really something.

Mr. Masterson?

Of course.

[ Footsteps depart ]

What is it, Crabtree?

Sir, you've yet to contribute to
the detective's bachelor party.

Murdoch doesn't want
a bachelor party.

Perhaps he'll feel differently
once he's there, sir.

Now, I've rented a tavern.

I've asked Mrs. Kitchen
to bring some food.

Jackson has it in his head
that he'll play trumpet,

but I've explained to him
it's a party for the detective,

-not a godforsaken talent show.
- Crabtree, enough.

Sir.

That's a very generous
contribution.

Sounds like you're talking about
Ed and Hoyt O'Bannon.

They quit a couple days ago.

Sounds like they came into
some money recently.

MURDOCH: Would you consider them
smart enough to rob a bank?

Doesn't take brains
to rob a bank, just nerve.

I can't say
they were too clever,

but the O'Bannons
weren't short on nerve,

often showing up to work drunk
or not at all.

Any idea
where we could find them?

Try McLeod's Tavern
on Queen Street.

When they were on payroll,

they drank most of it away
down there.

Uh, hey,

you're that Bat Masterson
fellow, aren't you?

I am.

Ah.
I like your sports stories.

Reading them
makes me feel like I'm there.

- Thanks for that.
- Yeah.

So, if you're looking
for Ed and Hoyt,

I'm imagining
there's no Butch and Sundance.

It would appear not.

Ah.
Well, that's a damn shame.

[ Indistinct conversations]

I'm looking for Ed
and Hoyt O'Bannon.

Gentlemen.
I'd like a word, please.

About what?

Your recent good fortune here.

Perhaps you'd like to come down
to the station house

and explain how it came to be.

[Grunts]

I wouldn't advise running.

[Gun cocks]

I don't miss.

CRABTREE:
Stick 'em up, boys.

I pulled these bullets
from the ceiling of the bank.

I tested them.
They were fired from your gun.

Okay, you got us on that.

MURDOCH:
You also killed a man.

Killed?

Wh-Wh-What are you
talking about?

[ Stammers ]

We shot into the ceiling
just like you said.

I'm not talking about
the bank robbery.

I'm talking about
the train robbery.

We didn't actually rob
the train.

MURDOCH:
Yes, you did.

And you shot a guard in the back
and killed him.

We did no such thing!

On my mother's grave,
we did no such thing!

It's true
that we stopped the train.

With the fake explosives.

HOYT:
The train came to a halt.

The engineer came out.
We tied him up.

We left him in the cab,

and then we went to the back
of the train for the loot.

But two armed guards
were waiting for us.

We didn't even get close
to the money.

They fired a warning shot over
our heads, and we just rode off.

You're certain
that both guards were alive

when you fled the scene?

Yes, sir.

I'll admit
we did try to rob that train.

But we did not kill anyone.

I extracted a bullet
from Mr. Harry Walkins.

.32-caliber.

Mm. Very impressive.
The lady knows her calibers.

I pull enough of them
out of bodies.

I may as well
learn what they are.

Different than the two I pulled
out of the ceiling at the bank.

Care to hazard a guess?

No need to guess, Detective.

.45s, plain as day.

Mm, more than just
a pretty face.

Why, Mr. Masterson, you are
old enough to be my father.

Two different crimes,
two different guns.

The train guard was killed
with a .32.

You pulled .45s
out of the bank ceiling.

I don't think the O'Bannons
killed this man.

That's the thing about Canadian
law enforcement, Mr. Masterson.

Patience, diligence,
and the reliance on intellect

trump the quick draw of a gun
every time.

Anything else, Dr. Grace?

He was killed at close range.

Oh?

[ Indistinct shouting]

[ Horse neighs]

HYah! Hyah!

[Gunshot]

I'd very much like to speak
to that railway guard again.

I believe
the Grand Trunk Railway

should reconsider
their hiring practices.

First the O'Bannon boys
and now --

- Hiram Claxton.
- Yes, exactly, sir.

His employers haven't seen
hide nor hair of him

since the robbery.

BRACKENREID: What did you
find out about Mr. Claxton?

Well, he doesn't come from
the most reputable of families.

Both of his brothers
have done jail time.

He avoided the same
only by joining the Army.

The British Army
wouldn't have allowed --

The American Army, sir.

He moved to Canada
three years ago.

Any idea where
we might find him, George?

Well, his family does own a farm
north of the city.

As good a place as any to look.

MASTERSON:
How far north?

About 20 miles.

Hm.

You boys know how to ride?

MURDOCH:
Hyah. Get up.

This the place?

I guess.

Don't see anyone.

Doesn't mean he's not here.

Nothing.

[ Door closes ]

What was that?

MASTERSON:
There's someone here.

MURDOCH:
Hiram Claxton.

Show yourself!
Toronto Constabulary!

You're under arrest for
the murder of Harry Walkins.

BRACKENREID:
He might be gone, Murdoch.

There was $5,000
stolen from that train.

You think he aimed
to spend it here?

Don't look up, but there's
someone in that hayloft.

Detective, I'm going to
find a place to relieve myself!

Bat!

Hiram Claxton!

We need to speak to you.

BRACKENREID: There's someone
behind the wood shed.

They mean to flank us.

Right.

George, you said there were
three Claxton brothers.

That's right, sir.

Then where's the third?

[Gun cocks]

[Sighs]

Drop your weapons.

Drop 'em!

Liam!

Walter!

Walter!

Damn brother fell asleep
up there.

[ Muffled grunting ]

Drop your gun.

[Horse neighing]

Whoa!

- MURDOCH: Go! Go!
-[ Gunshot]

-[ Gunshot ]
- BRACKENREID: Bloody Bat.

Sir, he may have
saved our lives.

BRACKENREID:
Come back here!

It's all right.
I managed to retrieve this.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[ Bullet ricochets ]

[Gunshot]

Aah!

[ Gunshots]

All right, sir,
provide me with cover.

Aah. Aah.

Mr. Masterson. Mr. Masterson,
are you all right?

Back's been better.

BRACKENREID: See if you can find
another weapon, Crabtree.

-[ Gunshot ]
- Crabtree?

[ Gunshots]

I suppose it's a good thing
you changed professions.

-[ Grunts]
_[ Thud ]

[Gunshot]

This way.

- CRABTREE3 Sir!
BRACKENREID: Murdoch.

You all right?

[ Groans ]
Back's been better.

Where's Bat?

“Yam

“yam

HIRAM:
Out of my way.

You're not a lawman anymore.

At least I'm a man.

More than I can say for you.

Shootin' your partner
in the back.

A man would do it face-to-face.

You ready?

MURDOCH:
Bat, no!

I caused this.

Let me settle it.

Don't be foolish, Bat.

[Grunting]

You killed a man.

[Groaning]

[Gun cocks]

I'm not the law.

They are.

I'm just a sportswriter.

But a damn good one.

The Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Father Clements.

William.

You asked to speak with me?

I am so pleased

that you have finally
found someone in this world

who is, at the very least,
your equal.

Julia.

You've certainly impressed
Father Clements.

And he I, William.

He has permitted our wedding
to take place in the church.

Julia, I know your convictions.

You don't have to do that
for me.

And now I better understand
your convictions.

Your faith is important to you,
William.

And if we're to marry,
I want to marry all of you.

[ Indistinct conversations]

[ Whistles ]
Here he comes! Here he comes!

[All cheer]

- Congratulations, sir!
- George, you shouldn't have.

Well, I have,
so let's make the best of it.

Murdoch, take a drink.

Uh, thank you, sir, but --

You're entering your final hours
as a free man.

Take it from me,
once you're married,

you'll learn to appreciate
the taste of it.

[ Laughter]

Well, maybe just one drink.

Well, if it's just going to be
one, let's make it a good one.

Thank you, George.

-[ Chuckles ]
-[ Glasses clink]

- Cheers.
- ALL: Cheers!

CRABTREE: [Laughs]
There we go.

There we are.

MURDOCH: Mrs. Kitchen.
My goodness.

All of your favorites,
even beef stew.

Oh, thank you.

I sure will miss you, Detective.

You'll miss me?

Well, you certainly aren't
going to bring your bride back

to live in my boarding house.

Who would entertain
such foolishness?

-[ Chuckles] Right.
- BRACKENREID: Murdoch, Murdoch.

I've got something for you,
me old mucker.

- A gift?
- Well, open it.

- MURDOCH: on.
- BRACKENREID: [ Chuckles]

Bat Masterson's pistol, the very
gun that tamed the West.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

A fine memento, indeed.

I paid a pretty penny for that.

Ah, yes.

But Bat sold me the gun
that tamed the West.

It looks like you've been had,
George.

Well, the inspector, too,
by the looks of it.

But don't mention it.
Best not to ruin the evening.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- What have you, George?
- Uh, sir.

- I had a gift for you --
-[ Trumpet playing ]

Oh. Jackson.

I told Jackson
this was not about him

and his bloody trumpet.

Jackson!

Jackson!

[ Cheers, laughter]

ALL: Ohh!

[Sultry trumpet music plays]

Oh-ho-ho-ho. Wow.

[ Indistinct talking]

Well, I suppose
I better be going.

Enjoy yourself,
Detective Murdoch.

Breakfast will be ready at 6:00
as usual.

MASTERSON:
With utmost admiration

from one lawman to another.

Bat Masterson.

Have a seat, Murdoch.

[ Laughter]