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I thought you said we were going

- for coffee. - We are, hon.

- We're on the highway, Mom. - I need to get back

- to the agency! - What would you say

to a mother-daughter trip to the country?

I'd say we need to check your meds.

Oh, be adventurous.

- You hate the country. - What's going on?

My baby...

Hey, hands on the wheel!

When my baby got shot...

- It was the other side. - ...I had an awakening.

- What are you not telling me? - All I'm asking, hon,

is that you keep an open mind.

- Thanks for coming, Shade. - It means the world to me.

Yeah, no worries. Gotta say I was a little surprised

to get your call this morning... at 5 a.m.

Ah, butcher's day, old habits.

And why did you ask me not to tell Angie

- I was coming to see you? - 'Cause we want it to be

a surprise. What do you know about Billy the Kid?

The outlaw from the Old West?

Not much. Just what I've seen in the movies.

He was a gunslinger, he killed a bunch of guys,

- right? - Hmm... He was misunderstood.

- Didn't he kill like 20 guys? - A lot of misunderstanding.

Well, I'm sure he had

good reasons. Anyway, there's this one story

where after he robbed a train of its gold,

he hid out right here, in Ellisvale.

Legend has it he even stuck around for a little while.

Huh? Didn't realize you were such a fan.

Still waters run deep, Shade.

Mm-hmm. Well,

why did he hang out in a sleepy little hamlet like this?

- Why do you think? - He fell in love.

- Oh, that will do it. - Yeah, there's even proof.

Some old lady recently died.

She willed the contents of her farmhouse

to the Historical Society. Well, they found

a pair of Billy's boots in her attic. And the boots

were made right here in town.

Ah, that's an exciting find, but what it's got to do with me?

Well, when he was gunned down, he only had two things

in his hand: A Colt six-shooter

and a wooden-handled butcher's knife.

Nobody ever found the gun, but the knife recently sold

at auction to a private buyer for 1.2 million.

Those boots gotta be worth nearly as much.

Now you see why I called you?

No. No, I really don't.

You are gonna be our PR guy.

You're gonna help me and my lady put Ellisvale back on the map.

- I'm gonna do what? - And who's your lady?

- And what does this have to do with Angie? - Hey!

Excuse me, excuse me.

- Hi. - Oh, hi.

- Hi, honey. - Hey, baby. How are...

Oh. Oh my.

Ah, shoot, I gotta take this. I'll... I'll be back.

- I miss you already. - I miss you more!

- I'll catch up with you guys. - Guys, I'll meet you guys

at the town hall down the street.

Door.

What is going on?

I got kidnapped by my mother; Why are you here?

I got a call at dawn from the Butcher

of Bathurst Street. Said they needed some help

with the launch of Billy the Kid's boots

to, I don't know, save the town.

I'll ask again, why are you here?

- They needed a big celebrity. - Ha! You?

A big celebrity?

Something fishy is going on.

- Hey, guys, today. - Chop-chop, let's go!

Here we are!

The boots don't go on display 'til tomorrow,

but we pulled some strings. You guys get a sneak preview.

Why do you care about an old pair of boots?

They're not "an old pair of boots";

They're a piece of history. It'll be fun.

Besides, Rory already told the mayor's office

that the Shadow is in our corner.

Oh!

Nichelle?

- What happened? - I've been looking for things

to throw, but everything is too valuable. Hi.

You must be her daughter. And Matt Shade.

- What's wrong? - Billy the Kid's cowboy boots...

...have been stolen. And if I don't get them back,

this town will be deader than a Texas salad bar.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowing the lines ♪

♪ when you're making a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private Eyes They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes ♪

♪ They're watching you, watching you ♪

♪ Watching you, watching you ♪

As mayor, I guaranteed a tourism boom

once the boots went public and all the jobs that would come with it.

Billy the Kid's boots

would kickstart Ellisvale into the future.

That was Nichelle's campaign slogan.

I made a lot of real promises,

which means a lot of families are counting on me to deliver.

- Are they insured? - For half the appraised value.

Shade, take a look at this.

Pretty sloppy leaving the blood behind.

- Yeah. - You said the alarm was turned off?

- There were no clipped wires. - Could it be an inside job?

I can't believe that, but talk

to the chief of police, George Cutler. He's handling security.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

Don't worry, Nichelle. Everett and Shade Investigations

- is on it. - Thanks, Nora. But you'd have to do it on the down-low

and in 24 hours or less.

Monday is the unveiling, and I owe people the truth.

OK. Um... who had access to the boots?

Well, uh, me. I'm president of the Historical Society,

so I was the first to handle them.

Then, they went to Texas for authentication.

And when did they get back here?

- Day before yesterday. - Jane Clanton,

she's the Old West expert who helped restore them,

she brought them back personally.

And I invited her to stick around for the unveiling

to give it some old-timey flavour.

And where's Jane now?

She's staying at the Denworth Hotel.

If you'll excuse me, I gave to get back

to my office to find something cheap to break.

What? Tell me you weren't gonna offer to take the case.

We weren't gonna offer to take this case!

But now that we're in this, tell us why we're really here.

To save a piece of history and this town.

Please. I've never even heard you mention Ellisvale before.

Look, the important thing is we've got a case to solve now.

It's gonna be very exciting.

- I can't wait to tell Rory. - Don't change the subject, Mom.

I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on!

- You're so cute, honey. - You know, she used

to do this to me at Woodbine when she was 6.

The track announcer would do

the final call for bets minutes before

post time, and Little Miss Angie would decide right then

and there that she wanted some Jell-O

- from the buffet. - It wasn't about the Jell-O!

You know what? I've got a great idea. Why don't we go

to the Denworth Hotel and see if we can find

- this Jane Clanton. - Great! I'll find Rory.

We need to talk to Chief Cutler.

Stolen?

I know I shouldn't have left those boots with Nichelle.

You said you set the alarm around 10 last night, locked up and went home?

- Yeah. That's right. - The alarm wasn't on this morning.

- You said your dad was a cop? - Yeah.

A lifer. From uniform to homicide and narcotics.

Well, then you know when to leave the investigation to the professionals.

As long as the professionals aren't hiding anything.

Maybe you should start with whoever

you hired to set up that lame security system.

It's old tech, like 90... That would be me.

And from the sounds of it, we should be looking

for someone with previous criminal experience.

You know anyone who fits that description?

Careful, Chief, you're starting to sound like an actual cop.

Where were you when the theft was discovered?

- Taking a call. - That's convenient.

- Who were you talking to? - None of your business.

OK. Um, thanks so much for your time. We'll be in touch.

Let's go.

Ever since the factory shut down,

this town has been praying for a miracle.

Those boots were Ellisvale's chance at the golden ticket.

Believe me, I'll find them...

...no matter where it takes me.

♪ How could I have known ♪

♪ That you would be my baby ♪

One Devil's Whisper

for my cutest customer.

I would sip that if I were you.

♪ My heart has been broken a long, long time ♪

♪ But then you came my way ♪

♪ You better stop running or playing around ♪

So, Jane, where did you get

your bartending skills? I thought you were an historian.

Professional consultant

on all things Old West, including saloons.

The owner of this hotel asked me

to come up with an authentic cocktail menu

for the tourists, but you are my first

- test subject. - Haha!

- What brings you to Ellisvale? - The main event is not

- until Monday. - I'm helping Mayor Nichelle with the launch.

- Oh! - But I'm a professional

hockey player; I don't really know that much about Billy the Kid.

- Fire away. - Start with the boots.

- Are they the real deal? - Genuine article.

Ah. They must be worth a fortune.

- If they went to auction, - Which they can't

because they are the property of Ellisvale County.

The owner of the farmhouse left everything to the town,

but she had no idea what was up in that attic.

Nichelle discovered the boots after the estate

was settled.

Did that farmer's family file a claim?

Well, she didn't have any, according to Nichelle.

I could do a deeper dive

into the history of the boots if you're interested.

Here, take my card.

"Jane Clanton,

"president of the Old West Historical Association.

PhD American History."

Read the small print.

"Two-time champion

of the Western Gun Collectors Shootout."

Poof!

I'm the best. Standing or lying down.

I'll bet you are.

- I'll be in touch. - Yeah, he's not interested.

Standing or lying down.

♪ How could I have known that you would drive me crazy ♪

Nora asked us to meet them at the farmhouse.

Who even hands out business cards anymore?

Sharpshooting, flair bartending

PhDs from Texas apparently.

Please, it's all a gimmick.

Sounds like she's all hat, no cattle.

Maybe, but she may be useful if we can find

a family connection to the farmhouse.

If I found a Picasso in my grandma's attic,

- I may try to steal it back. - Fair point,

but Nichelle could give us that info.

Yeah, she could.

How did it go with the chief of police?

Oh! Um, not a Rory fan.

- They know each other? - Let's just say the Chief knows

that Rory hasn't always been a butcher.

- Rory didn't steal the boots. - And how can we be sure?

His past is as mysterious as Billy the Kid's.

- Not everyone's got an angle. - I have a strange feeling

about where this case might take us.

- Don't trust Nora either? - She can be...

unpredictable.

Uh... who lives here, Mom?

Welcome to Casa Nory!

Hahahaha! Ah?

You bought a house.

Yes.

With a criminal.

- Angie, it's Rory. - I know. He's the guy

we go to to get info even the police can't get.

You know what? I'm happy.

Why can't you be happy that I'm happy?

I'm... trying.

I mean, the old place needs a lot of TLC,

but we've already replaced half

- the drywalls upstairs. - Was that a reno injury?

Oh, yeah. Just daydreaming with the mitre saw. I'm...

I'm building Nora

a sleigh bed from reclaimed pine.

You know, I was just thinking about the possibilities,

I got to the headboard and zing!

How well do you know him?

As well as you know Shade.

Rory looks at me the way Shade looks at you.

It's not the same.

Yeah, um...

you guys are moving pretty quickly.

How did you know she was the one?

Well, it actually didn't happen overnight, you know?

I was afraid it would ruin our friendship,

so it took me forever to ask her out.

Since then, we've just been keeping it on the down-low.

You know, day trips to Ellisvale, stuff like that.

And then next thing you know, you're making a sleigh bed?

Hey,

this is nothing, though. You know, I'd take a bullet

for my girl, Shade. I am one lucky son of a gun.

Well, it is nice here.

Maybe you found yourself a little slice of heaven.

Well, let's hope Ange thinks so.

I mean, I know I've done some things.

Ah, the less I know, the better.

And Nora knows who you are; That's all that matters.

Maybe you're right, but... I know

how tight you and Ange are, and I was thinking

- maybe you could put in a word. - Hahaha!

I'm flattered you think I could change Angie's mind.

- She is Nora's daughter. - What about Nora's daughter?

Oh, I-I was just saying how blessed we are

to have the two of you here with us in our dream house.

Salute!

More wine.

What the hell is that?

Yes!

- Howdy, Rory! - Oh, howdy, Chief.

Not a social call, I'm sorry.

- Step outside, please. - Yeah, what's up?

Rory Hargrove, you are under arrest.

- Oh, come on. - What?!

- What's the charge? - Well, I got a list

in my pocket. Right at the top, that would be robbery.

- On what evidence? - Hey, for now,

it's just a bunch of coincidences, like this house.

What about this house?

Oh, they didn't tell you?

See, up there, in the attic, that's where

Nichelle found Billy the Kid's million-dollar boots.

You think that's just a coincidence?

And the fact that we chose that house,

- that was a coincidence. - Uh-huh?

Hey, I'll just meet you guys inside.

Rory did not steal anything.

You know, we fell in love with this little town

at the same time that we fell in love with each other?

It took a lot for him to hang up his apron.

Meat was never his only business, Mom.

I know that.

- You OK? - You comfortable enough?

Yeah. Chief Cutler gave me a pillow,

but I'm pretty sure it was FULL OF ROCKS!

He's suspicious about the phone call you made. You know,

the one right before the boots were discovered stolen.

I was just talking to the furniture store.

You know, I've been thinking about delivering a mattress the next day for that sleigh bed

- I was telling you about. - Why don't you tell him that? Let him confirm your story.

- And ruin Nora's surprise? - No way! No!

You know, you should know something

before you try to play junior detectives.

- Someone turned in the boots? - Almost as good.

We found the glass cutter used in the robbery

in the alley outside the town hall.

- Well, that's convenient. - Find any prints?

- Being processed as we speak. - They won't be Rory's.

You should test the blood on the display case too.

- I don't have to. - I've already got the thief.

Then you won't mind proving it.

- Rory, show him your palm. - Ange, I'm innocent.

- Yeah, I know. - That's why you need to.

What are you doing?

- Oh! - How did you cut

- yourself, Rory? - None of your damn business!

- Honey. - Baby, it's fine. I'm innocent,

and that's all anybody needs to know.

As the saying goes, "The blood will tell."

Thanks, Angie.

Let me know when you get the results

- from the blood and the print. - You have my word on that.

Thanks, Shade.

Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Mom, wait!

Why would you do that?

It's the only way to prove that Rory's

- not the thief. - She's right.

It's better to get his blood tested now.

Are you afraid of what might come back?

Because if he's innocent, then the blood from the scene

- won't be a match. - "If he's innocent"?

Of course, he's innocent.

- Why wouldn't he be? - That's a text

from Mayor Nichelle. She wants to see us.

- Well, that's great. - She probably has evidence

- to clear Rory. Let's go. - Nah. Actually, she said just the two of us.

OK, I'm gonna go to Enzo's to get him a steak pie.

He loves those.

He's probably starving.

You've known

Nora and Rory since they first started coming to Ellisvale.

I have.

Was there anything about Rory that didn't sit right with you?

I heard he paid for the house in cash,

but there's nothing illegal about that.

Honest truth is they've both been great citizens.

Who neglected to tell us they bought the same house

where you found Billy the Kid's boots.

- It is a big coincidence. - But they took possession

after the Historical Society took possession

of the house contents the owner left in the will.

Rory still could have known about the boots before he put in

- the offer. - True. He is obsessed

with Billy and the story of the boots,

- but frankly, so am I. - Which story?

The story about how the boots ended up in the farmhouse attic?

Local legend has it that Billy pulled a major train robbery before he holed up in Ellisvale.

Do you know what Billy took from the train?

The Philadelphia Mint was transporting

a fortune in 20-dollar gold pieces.

In today's dollars,

who knows? It could be priceless. But it's

- probably just a tall tale. - And what if it isn't?

I mean, have they ever recovered the gold?

- No. - Would it be

possible that someone stole

the boots thinking they might hold a clue to the gold?

You know, like maybe a treasure map shoved up in the toe.

I've had those boots inspected from here 'til Sunday.

If there was a map in them, I would have found it.

Do you mind if I look at the photos?

Of course.

What's this writing here in the leather?

- An inscription Billy wrote. - "Where there's smoke,

there's fire." Jane says it's

- a gunslinger mantra. - And what about

- these overlapping circles? - Probably Billy's mark.

And the spurs, do you have any photos of the detail?

Hang on.

Do you know what these numbers mean?

♪- No.

I didn't think much of them.

Two sets of five-digit-number sequences.

- Could be a combination? - Good guess.

But the story says Billy the Kid buried his gold.

- Right. - So what else has

two sets of five digits

that you find on a map?

Latitude and longitude.

And I bet I know where X marks

the spot. I'm gonna

call Nora.

You know what, Mom? These coordinates aren't

the only mystery around here.

I need to know a few things.

Like what?

When did you start coming to Ellisvale?

Six months ago.

We stayed at the Denworth Hotel.

Whose idea was it to buy the farmhouse?

Um, I can't remember.

OK. Did you know

that you bought the same house where the boots were found?

- No. - Rory didn't

- tell you? - No, he didn't.

Hmm.

Did he tell you that he paid for it

- with a suitcase full of cash? - Well, of course I knew that.

It was my suitcase. Plus half my cash.

- What?! - Condo sale.

Oh.

Well, what about Billy the Kid's gold?

Just a made-up story.

The cut on Rory's hand?

He won't tell me how he got it.

He said it would spoil the surprise.

Mom... we think

the boots were stolen to lead the thief to the treasure.

You know what? You can spin the story any way you want,

but I love Rory

more than I've ever loved anyone since...

well, since your father.

He is innocent. I will prove it.

Even if I have to do it all alone.

It's just up ahead.

This better not be a wild goose chase.

- You're kidding? - This is X?

Mom, wait! The door!

Is that someone upstairs?

No, that's just the wind.

And the broken vase is just the wind too?

- Yikes. - Doesn't look like it.

I think I just figured out

what "Where there's smoke, there's fire" means.

From Billy's boot.

- Is this about the treasure? - When I was outside,

I noticed you have a chimney stack, but you don't have a fireplace.

Or do you?

There's something in there.

What the hell?!

That's Billy the Kid's mark.

There's some other writing on there too.

The entire town is expecting

to see those boots in less than 24 hours.

Not to mention all the press I invited.

- We're close. - I never thought I'd say this,

but Chief Cutler may be right. Rory is our best lead.

Thanks again, Daughter.

You know, my house just got broken into;

Why isn't Chief Cutler looking into that?

- What were they after? - These.

They have the same overlapping circles

- as Billy's boots. - Did the numbers

- on the spurs lead here? - Yeah.

After you came by, I looked at old copies

of The Ellisvale Gazette from the early 1880s.

The overlapping circles

were the mark of a local blacksmith.

You know, these horseshoes are two different sizes:

His and hers. I know my horses.

Well, the blacksmith had a daughter, Josephine.

She was the school teacher at our one-room schoolhouse.

So, Billy rides into town, falls in love

with the blacksmith's daughter, and they help him hide his gold?

Maybe that's what the overlapping circles mean.

No. Those are the symbols of the Freemasons.

My dad was a nut

- for that stuff. - Well, maybe,

- Josephine's dad was a mason. - That would explain

the other symbols on the horseshoes.

I mean, masons are all about their ciphers and puzzles.

So all we have to do is figure out what the other symbols mean.

While I appreciate your enthusiasm

for puzzles and gold in Ellisvale,

I'm not sure how this exonerates Rory

or finds my precious boots.

Whoever took the boots is after

Billy the Kid's gold from the train robbery.

Now, if we can find the treasure before the thief does,

then maybe we can set a trap and get the boots back.

That's a lot of ifs and maybes.

Cutler never got over losing to me

in the election for mayor. I'm sure he'd love the chance

to drag me through the mud with Rory.

So, all we have to do is find the boots before Chief Cutler does.

I think it's time we did the neighbourly thing

and got the Chief on our side.

Really? And how do you propose to do that?

Simple. By telling him everything we know.

Once again, Miss Everett,

I appreciate the intel, but what you've just told me

confirms Rory had an even bigger motive to steal those boots

- than I thought. - Oh, for Pete's sake.

What about the break-in at Nora's?

Someone broke a glass vase,

you want to press charges? Against who?

Isn't that your job to find out?

Be warned, you go treasure hunting,

it'll make you co-conspirators.

In fact, my new working theory

is of a... you know, right this second,

is that Rory has at least one accomplice

on the outside helping him to find that gold.

Really?

Told you this was a bad idea.

Unless you do the right thing however.

- And what's the right thing? - A confession.

We just told you how we're gonna

help you find the actual thief!

Thanks, but I've got that covered.

And Dr. Clanton here has already

offered to help recover the boots, so I deputized her.

Chief.

Matthew.

And you must be Angie Everett.

You must be Jane Clanton,

- the Old West bartender. - Oh!

I'm handy with a pistol too. I'm partial to the Watney.

Classic, small-sized handgun.

Isn't that nice?

Can I go talk to Rory now?

I don't have a hacksaw on me, but you can frisk me if you want.

Five minutes while I go stretch my legs.

Thank you.

Well, at least, it's not infected.

How did you do it again?

Baby, it's top secret.

- I can't tell you. - Give me a hint.

I just say that once we hop in,

we are gonna go to some places

we have never been before.

Trust me.

I really feel like we're peeping toms.

Yeah, it's nothing we haven't seen before.

And taken pictures of.

For money.

You know, they really do seem like they're in love.

That doesn't rule out them planning the boot heist.

But if Cutler and Jane get to those boots before we do...

Rory will be going away for a long time.

And maybe my mom too.

You OK, Mom?

Yeah.

No.

Angie, I'm scared.

Chief Cutler has all the angles covered,

and I can't see a way out.

What if this is an inside job? I mean,

how could Mayor Nichelle miss those numbers on the spurs?

Yeah, that crossed my mind too.

What about Chief Cutler?

Revenge is a pretty good motive.

Where are you going?

Oh, I just, uh... remembered.

I have to pick up something from the drugstore.

I'll catch you later.

Should we go with her?

No. Let her go.

Let's go crack some Masonic code.

Definitely never thought I'd break into a library.

Desperate times.

We need to figure this out or Rory and my mom

are gonna end up spending their golden years

in the slammer, and Ellisvale will be a ghost town.

Hey, um, can you

pass me that book on the Key of Solomon?

- Do you have the code book handy? - Uh, yeah.

And I dog-eared the page that talks about the Masonic cipher.

OK. I'm pretty sure I figured out

what my horseshoe says.

It's F dash G dash T.

Mine starts

with a T and ends with an S. It's a basic

Masonic cipher, but it uses

the Maltese Cross shape.

What?

Hold that. Um,

- put our almost words together. - Tempus Fugit.

Time flies.

I think I know where the next clue is pointing.

I'll be right back.

Howdy, handsome.

Didn't the Chief tell you to back off the boots' search?

- Leave it to the professionals? - This?

No. This is, uh... I'm

- studying for the bar exam. - Uh-huh?

"The Key of Solomon.

Solving the Templar Cipher."

Did Rory tell you where he hid the boots?

- Rory didn't steal the boots. - You are just way too trustin'.

Clearly.

The Watney. Developed

by the Watney family in 1825.

A large-calibre pistol in a super-small frame.

Mine's a double-shot,

extra barrel in case I need it.

Will I need it, Matt?

Something tells me you're after much more

than the boots, isn't that right,

- Deputy? - Where's your partner in crime?

Taking care of her mom at the farmhouse.

Just me here, Jane,

if that is your real name.

Ah! Chief wants to know

if I have a lead on the boots.

Do I?

So what are you saying,

handsome? Gonna go against

a two-time shootout champ or what?

I'm guessing you've already got the boots.

You're after something far more valuable.

I need an answer

in 10 seconds or less.

10.9.

I got a steady hand, so I'll avoid any major arteries,

but... 6.5.

...let's not let it get to that.

- 3. - Wait. What happened to 8,

- 7 and 4? - 2.1.

UGH!

Shade.

Shade?

You know, you didn't have to hit the lights, I had it under control.

You owe the library a book there, handsome.

Deputy Jane taking the law on her own hands.

Here.

It's Nora.

In all caps. "Meet me in front of the jailhouse now."

What have you done?!

You don't bring a Porsche to a jailbreak!

Mom, get in!

- Oh, come on, Bella! - Get in! Get in!

She says or he says...

We've done crazier gymnastics in smaller spaces than this.

Floor it, Shade!

All right, here we go.

Yeah.

We have to take you back to jail.

- I disagree - No, listen. - We have a new lead.

It turns out Wild West Jane is after the treasure.

I knew she couldn't be trusted.

Yeah, but now thanks to the stunt you two pulled,

we can't tell the Chief that he's got a dodgy deputy

or he'll arrest us for aiding and abetting.

Wait, how did you even bust Rory out?

I lost some of my sleeping pills

in the steak pie that I gave the Chief.

I love you so much.

- How long do we have? - Oh, he's sleeping

like a baby. He won't even notice

Rory's gone until the sun rises. What's the plan?

We borrowed a treasure map.

So you guys figured out the message from the horseshoes?

Yeah, we cracked it using

a Masonic cipher. It uses a simple geometric alphabetic

substitution to...

- The clue was Tempus Fugit. - Time flies.

Sure does. We only have a few hours 'til the sun comes up,

and now we know Jane's racing us to the treasure, so...

See this?

It looks like two hands of a clock.

Exactly. It shows the location of the Ellisvale clock tower.

I know that street; There's no clock tower there.

- There was in 1890. - There's a bank there now.

I wonder if the clock survived.

I think I know someone who might know the answer to that.

I'm not seeing this.

- I can't see this. - Nichelle, wait. Hear us out.

- If I don't call Cutler... - I'm pretty sure he won't be

answering his phone for a few hours.

- What have you all done? - He's sleeping off a steak pie.

It'll be good for his iron deficiency.

But now you've made me an accomplice. Could this get any worse?

We strongly suspect Jane Clanton.

- What? - Did you check her credentials?

She came from a reputable firm in Texas.

They do all kinds of restorations and appraisals.

She already took a shot at me.

Oh, my God!

I brought her to town.

When word gets out, this is a nightmare.

- Maybe not. - Look, we just need to find the last key to Billy's treasure.

And we can't do it without your help.

Does this end with Ellisvale getting its boots back?

Absolutely.

We just need a few favours first.

Well, the Mayor said it would be here if it was anywhere.

Whoa! This place is an antiquer's dream.

An old clock face can't be that hard to find. Let's just

hope it's still intact.

Hey! Here we go, pay dirt!

There's an inscription on the metal.

"Abecedarians are my foundation.

- But you are my true North." - It's another riddle.

- Oh, my God! - Look. Don't you guys see?

All the clues are in pairs -

spurs, horseshoes, hands and a clock -

- because it's a love story. - Billy and Josephine.

Yes. Abecedarians are

the youngest kids in the classroom,

and Josephine was telling Billy that her students were her joy,

- but he was her soulmate. - Josephine was a school teacher.

And true north on the old Ellisvale map

- pointed to the schoolhouse. - X marks the spot.

Ah, it's bolted from the outside.

It's got to be Jane. She must have heard.

There goes the gold and Rory's chance of freedom.

- Any luck with the door? - Maybe we can help. What do you got, babe?

You know me so well.

Here.

You couldn't open your coat 10 minutes ago?

I don't want to make a bad impression.

I got this.

You go in.

AH! Huh?

It's my man.

- Hey. - Besides symbols and ciphers,

what else do masons

- make you think of? - You mean bricks and mortar?

- Exactly. - Hi there, Jane. Go ahead.

Tear down the whole building, you'll never find

- Billy the Kid's gold. - And why would that be, darlin'?

- 'Cause it ain't inside, "darlin'." - You know,

I think I'm gonna rest the dogs right here.

Mayor Nichelle sent the boots to your company for restoration.

You intercepted the package and then realized

- what you had. - The key to a treasure!

And you were gonna let a good man go to jail

for your crime.

OK,

let me get into the car.

I'll get the boots. I'll be on my way.

That would clear Rory.

What do you think, partner? Should we trust her

now that she's being honest and all?

You wouldn't be trying to pull a fast one on us

just to get this out of your glovebox.

Honey, that's just my backup.

This is what I use for business.

Hmm... A silver-plated Springbank .45.

It's classy.

And if you were the real Jane,

you'd be a crack shot, but I'm betting you're not.

- Then you'd be betting with your life. - Or yours.

Or theirs.

Ah! I wouldn't.

It's a double-shot, remember?

Everett, you are a mystery.

Which might take more

than a night in the library to solve.

Just in time, Chief!

Caught 'em red-handed. The boots are in the car.

Mayor Nichelle filled me in.

And I made a call down to Texas this morning.

You'll never guess who answered the phone.

Jane Clanton,

president of the Old West Historical Association?

Yes. But a colleague of hers, Kim Martin,

she left town a few days ago. Seems that this woman

has a rap sheet.

Several charges of fraud, a real con artist.

I do hate liars, Miss Martin.

Especially those who mess with me and Ellisvale.

Angie's dad used to take her

to the police shooting range.

Only 12-year-old that could take the eye out of

- a 6-inch target at 50 yards. - Wow.

The boots.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Nothing compared to my very own outlaw.

Well, should we finish what we started?

A lot of bricks in that schoolhouse.

But even if your mason theory is right,

how do we know which one to look behind?

What time did the clock hands mark

- on the map? - 3 o'clock.

That's it, Shade.

From the corner stone.

Twelve bricks up for the big hand?

Three across for the little hand?

What is that? A keyhole?

Rory?

- Yeah? - Hand me one of those boots.

Yeah, sure.

Whoa!

You want to do the honours, Mom?

I knew it!

Oh, and look.

"To my beloved Josephine."

They're love letters.

Between an outlaw and his soulmate.

You know, that's not all of Billy's gold.

Not interested.

Plus, we need to get this back to Mayor Nichelle.

Come on, partner,

we can go 50-50!

60-40?

♪ All the clouds parting ♪

- ♪ In the sky ♪ - Thanks, Rory.

- Yeah, of course. - You know, I can't stop

checking my phone. Ellisvale is blowing up on social media.

Oh, wow!

Well, everybody loves a good love story.

Go hashtag BillyJo.

To outlaws and school teachers.

Many future generations of Ellisvaleians thank you.

- Cheers! - Salute! And all we did,

it's like it was meant to be.

This house, where the boots once lived.

Where the outlaw stopped running for once

in his life.

While everyone searched for him and his gold.

It was his final cosmic joke.

It says, I'm more than an outlaw,

and it was love that changed me.

Yes, you are and yes, it was.

Hotels and inns are sold out

- within 50 miles of Ellisvale. - Come on.

Which is why we are converting

part of our famous farmhouse into a bed and breakfast.

- It'll be a gold mine. - Yep.

And it's only less than an hour from the city,

so we expect to be seeing a lot of you two.

Ah, you got me.

My ride's here, folks.

Who says different branches of the government can't work together?

- Howdy, folks. - Howdy, Chief.

Rory...

- ...I'm real sorry. - Ah, it's all right,

I understand. You're just looking out for the town.

And, Nora, I owe you a thank you. Ooh,

after I finished that steak pie, I had the best night of sleep

I've had in years.

Good.

Now, it's fitting it was you four.

It took new love to solve the mystery

of an old love.

♪ But it seems we've been heading here ♪

- Folks. - ♪ I'm all the way in ♪

Oh, did you see the way she looks at him?

And the way he was looking at her.

Maybe we should put in a bridal suite.

Not a bad idea.

You... got any more of this?

- Yeah, of course. - Truckloads! Truckloads!

You know, Mom?

I should have trusted your instincts with Rory.

He's the perfect match.

Yeah, he is.

And he was right under my nose the whole time.

♪ Everything's gonna work out just fine ♪

♪ 'Cause I am all the way in ♪

- ♪ I'm going all the way in ♪ - This just in.

Our fake cowgirl's blood is a match for the display case,

and her prints are on the glass cutter.

Case closed.

You know, if she'd only

taken a minute to consider what the clues really meant.

I don't think she had the heart for it.

She was only after the gold, but the real treasure

- was the love story. - Yeah.

- Billy and Josephine. - Rory and Nora.

And now Chief Cutler and Mayor Nichelle.

Right? What is it with that town?

There must be something in the water.

Maybe country living just brings out

the best in people, like you and that amazing crack shot.

- You're welcome. - You know, skills like that,

you could give the real sharpshooter Jane

a run for her money.

- Standing up or...? - No. Not going there.

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