All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s19e04 Unearthing the Past

Sir, I'm cataloging. You have to look.

Already? That was quick.

Well, there wasn't much jewelry in the
lockup.

Excellent.

Was there something else?

I was wondering if it would be all right
to leave early. I'm off to Chatham.

A visit home?

I've heard since I left.

Oh, well, it seems tomorrow will be a
day of reunions for both of us.

My son Harry is set to arrive from
England.

Is that right?

Well, I look forward to meeting him when
I get back.

All right.

You've lost weight living in the city.
I've got to get you fattened up.

As long as my uniform still fits.

You brought it with you.

I'm not sure why you asked. Where is it?

Better not be creeped.

Oh, rolled up neatly just like I taught
you.

Why did you ask me to bring it?

I don't think I ought to be wearing my
uniform when I'm not on duty.

Nonsense. I want folks to know that my
son is a Toronto police officer. Mrs.

Roberts, shouldn't you be at work?

Don't you remember, Mr. Finley?

I took the day off.

My son is visiting from Toronto.

Be back Monday.

Seems like a nice man.

Mark's worth in his fight.

Is that Joe?

Joe Enns? Mrs. Roberts.

Teddy, good to see you. It's been a long
time.

Sure has.

How have you been?

Good. I leaked some land from Noah
Jackson, if you can believe it.

Noah Jackson?

Want to know me?

I got an acre across the creek from
where we used to play.

Seems you're doing well, too.

Teddy, a constable in Toronto.

Oh, that's something.

Say, I was just about to start clearing
my land. I figured, could you lend a

hand? You should.

You said you missed nature. I got
nothing but that.

Well, I wasn't expecting to be put to
work this weekend, but...

Why not?

Making quick work of it.

Nice to see you.

Happy to help.

Some piece of lead.

Jackson must be getting soft in his old
age to have leaped it to you.

Yeah, you'd think, but... What is that?

Looks like a little bit of old fabric.

Reminds me of, uh...

That overall that Richie used to wear
with the red patches?

Sure does. Yeah, he wore them every day.

I don't know what that guy's up to.

What's this?

It's cold?

You don't think?

He was our friend, Richie Edgefield.

How can you be so sure?

Of course.

His initials were fixed into them here,
see?

Thought he went up north to find work
when we were 16.

Uh, you know, those tracks aren't too
far from here, so he probably took a

running for the train and he dashed his
head on a rock.

This wasn't done by any rock, Constable
Gaines.

Some sort of expert?

I'm a police constable in Toronto.

My boss taught me that a gash like that
was made by something regular, a tool or

a weapon.

Or rocks can be regular.

Sure, maybe, but if it was an accident,
how did you get buried?

Creek does bloodier a lot.

Near every time it rains.

See? So the body probably sunk into the
mud.

It happens, you know. It's a tragedy,
but there's nothing to be done.

You'll move the... You'll...

You'll move Richie?

Yeah, I'll make the arrangement in a day
or two, but I gotta go tell the next

kid.

We can do that.

We can?

Well, kill yourself.

Gaines is wrong.

Someone killed Richie, and I'm going to
find out who.

How?

I think this ring might be a start.

I appreciate you letting me know, but
this isn't Richie.

You sure?

What kind of a question is that?

I'm sorry, but it was you who told us
you went up north for work.

I didn't want to worry you boys.

And for our line, you might have.

Richie was always on about wanting to
get out of this place.

Yeah, but even back then, maybe you
thought something happened.

I wouldn't let myself, especially after
the police didn't find a trace of

trouble.

My poor boy.

We're going to find out what happened to
Ritchie, I promise.

Whether the details matter, what
happened is, he died.

It's so good to see you boys all grown.

What now?

Now we find out why Richie had this
ring.

Do you think it was for Minnie?

I know they were sweet on each other,
but a proposal.

Richie would have told us if he was
planning something like that.

One way to know for sure.

Anyone home?

Minnie.

Hi. Hey, yourself.

How's the land?

Uh, well, uh, surprises?

I'm sure.

Eddie Roberts.

It's been years. Did I hear you're in
Toronto?

Yes, as a good constable.

A constable?

At our door. Well, I sincerely hope
you're not here to arrest my wife.

He's joking.

Is everything all right, Joe?

Teddy,

maybe you should.

I'm sorry to have to tell you and like
this, but Richie,

he's dead.

Inspector?

I'd like to introduce you to my son,
Harry Murdoch.

He'll be attending St. Allegius Boys'
School next semester.

Pleasure to meet you, Harry. Your marks
must be excellent for you to be accepted

at St. Allegius.

Top of his class at Harrow.

Majority better here.

The facility is meant to be excellent.
They say the dormitories rival the

finest hotels.

Oh, but no matter.

Harry will be staying with me while he
attends school.

Mother said I'd be boarding.

Oh, I think we would both prefer how
much time we'll be able to spend

than that would allow.

Do you still have that room for cooking
potatoes using microwaves? An invention

not mentioned.

Indeed.

I'm afraid I've rented out the house and
I've taken up quarters in a rooming

house, Harry. I'd kill for a baked
potato.

Put that back. I believe I have some
apples in my office.

Excuse my appearance.

We farm and process sugar beet.

Been to the plant with the man.

Must be rewarding work.

What on earth happened to Richie?

He was killed.

Years ago.

Oh, I thought he left town.

Killed?

How? By whom?

We don't know.

But you think Minnie might?

No. We're trying to piece together his
last movements, and I wondered... I'd

know you and Richie were...

close is that right it was nothing i was
15.

was there anything that happened between
you before he supposedly left town

not anything that would have gotten him
killed if that's what you mean

when was the last time you saw him you
don't want to get caught by old man jack

Seen a lunar eclipse before?

This one's only partial, but there'll be
a full one in February.

How can you know that?

Been reading about them.

I think they're beautiful.

Like you.

They're sweet.

Maybe we can watch the next one
together, too?

I don't think so.

Why not?

You know why not.

You ended things.

I always assumed that he left town
because of it. I never guessed. You

have known, sweetheart.

Who hurt him?

I don't know, but I'm sure it has to do
with this ring.

Do you recognize it?

No.

Whitney thought maybe Richie was
planning to give it to you.

How do we work that area?

Did Richie know that?

How am I supposed to get weight on you
if you won't eat?

Why did Richie have this ring if it
wasn't for Minnie?

Eat.

Well, it's real gold.

How can you tell?

The hallmarks on the band.

Those markings mean something?

Didn't you say we're cataloging jewelry
for your bar test today?

I only had to transcribe the markings,
not understand them.

Look.

24KT. That means 24 karat. The P means
it's pure.

What's the triangle next to the P? It
looks familiar.

That's the maker's mark.

It tells you who made the piece.

The string was made in Toronto.

How can you tell?

The P with the triangle. It's the logo
of the Jewelers on Bay Street.

What would a boy like Richie be doing
with a gold ring made in Toronto?

I don't know.

Unless it had something to do with Laura
and Minnie.

You all right?

What was that?

Sounds like it came from the other side
of the creek.

Oh, it's the hunter?

Not this place.

That's... Groaning didn't sound like an
animal.

Should we go check it out?

I think so. Someone could be hurt. We
can't.

I can't. My parents don't know that I'm
out.

We could still go.

I should make sure Minnie gets home
safe.

Sorry, Tina.

All right.

What if Richie went back to investigate
and got himself killed?

What does this ring have to do with
that?

I don't know yet.

Detective Murdoch.

You're still living in a single room,
correct?

Yes. Although I have inquired with the
building about a larger unit. One with a

second room. Fine.

Even the closest of families can hate in
close quarters.

No, not a family that's been apart for
over a year, I assure you.

Good night, Inspector.

Harry.

Station House 4.

Detective Watts.

It's Teddy.

And Chatham, the line is remarkably
clear. How was your holiday?

That's why I'm calling. Is Detective
Murdoch there? Oh.

I was hoping for some advice.

I've stumbled into a case.

What sort of case?

I found a body.

Only the Chatham police believe it was
an accident.

But you're certain it wasn't?

Yes. Well, I have the next few days off.
I could join you in Chatham. No, no,

no. I could handle it on my own. But
there is something you can do.

I'm listening.

The victim had a ring, but I'm sure it
wasn't his.

It's from the jewelers on Bay Street.

Parkers, you mean.

That's it.

Did you see if you can find out who
bought it?

It's gold with a sort of winged circle
edge to the top. Winged circle.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Inspector Watts.

If memory serves, the gunshots the night
of the eclipse came from over that way.

If Richie went back... Do you really
think that two things are connected?

I mean, the shots and his death?

I'm sure of it.

I thought coming back here would jog a
memory.

You shouldn't be here.

Your plot's on the other side of the
creek. I know. I'm sorry.

You remember Teddy Roberts?

Trespassing, same as ever.

You mean no trouble, sir.

We're investigating a case.

What are you, a private detective?

I'm a police constable. And I'm
president of the United States.

Now get off my land before I call the
real coppers.

All right, all right, all right.

Are you feeling all right, detective?

Oh, nothing. A little stretching.

Can't fix it.

You're injured.

Just a little stiff is all.

Apparently my camping bedroll is no
match for my hardwood floor.

You're sleeping on the floor?

Well, Harry needs his rest, at least to
perform well in school.

What about your performance?

I'll manage.

You're a better man than me.

How's the rest of the first night,
otherwise?

Wonderful.

Although Harry has developed a taste for
jazz music.

A genre of which you are not fond.

Not at the volume that my son enjoys it.
No.

But I have come up with a plan to
minimize the challenges of our living

arrangement. I just need to find the
time to sketch it out once Harry's class

starts. Why wait?

I can spend a day with him if that would
help.

Would you?

These are beautiful.

Why, thank you. Don't be doing that.

But... Pruning can result in exponential
growth.

Messing around with my flowers can
result in a swat.

Detective Ott, what are you doing here?
I was expecting a telegram.

I had more information to share than a
telegram would allow for.

I'll leave you to it.

Is this the owner of the ring?

Manford Assisi. He was a rural property
tax collector.

He disappeared on a work trip eight
years ago. His boss suspected he

with the money he was to collect, but
given your case... The body I found

his.

It wasn't?

No. Oh.

It was a friend.

Teddy, I'm sorry. You should have said
something when you telephoned.

It wasn't relevant.

What I need to figure out now is why
Richie had Mr. Cici's ring.

Richie. Richie.

You think learning that will give you
answers about Richie's death?

I do.

Then take me to the place you found his
body.

I'd say that's a pretty big clue, unless
Richie had a third femur.

Not as far as I know.

You're telling me there's another body
on my land?

Poor Manford.

And hello, Constable Robert.

Well, now we know how Mr. Sisi died.

And also that.

30 -40 crack.

He was shot with a rifle on the top of
his head.

Suggesting he was on his knees when he
was killed.

Oh, interesting.

Man, gruesome.

Richie must have been terrified when he
found the body. Are we sure that that's

what happened?

How else did he get the ring?

Maybe this Assisi fellow dropped it and
Richie picked it up, or... If that's so,

then why would he have been killed?

No, Richie must have seen Mr. Assisi's
body and the killer, whoever that was.

A thief, I guess.

It's empty.

The killer took all the money he
collected on his trip.

Pretty lucky for a thief to happen upon
a tax collector.

Maybe it wasn't random.

Good thinking. The tax office should be
able to tell us who Mr. Assisi was in

Chatham to see.

Actually, I have another idea.

But you're going to need a raincoat.

Why?

This Jackson fellow owns the property
that Joe is farming?

Yes. And he hates trespassers.

That's a comfort.

Well, he wouldn't have taken kindly to
Mr. Thiefy showing up on his land

intentionally or otherwise.

Mr. Jackson!

You again?

We've come to ask some questions.

Who's we?

Detective Llewellyn Watt, Strontican
Stabular. You recognize this man?

My memory isn't what it used to be.

You recognized me all right earlier.

You don't look like most folks.

There's plenty of folks that look like
me around this part.

Well, if the man in this picture was
colored, maybe I'd remember him.

Look, thank you for your time.

So, I hear you like the jazz.

It's my favorite.

My dad got me the new Jelly Roll Morton
as a welcome present. Is that what you

were listening to last night?

How did you know?

Lucky guess.

Are you enjoying living with your dad?

It's good.

You know, growing up, my family lived in
two rooms.

My father snored, my mother slept with
the window open, and my little brother,

well, he and I disagreed on just about
everything.

My dad and I get along great, but this
new place is pretty small.

I'm worried about making friends if I
don't live on campus.

Why don't we go to the school and see
what we can do about that?

How long did the secretary at the text
office say it would take? She didn't,

I can't imagine putting together a list
of the CC's meetings in chat and will

take long.

Jackson recognized them.

I know it. He's involved somehow.

You may be right.

The telegram you're waiting on.

I knew it!

Assisi did an assessment of Jackson's
land. If we can get a hold of his rifle,

can... No, it's so fast.

It says the main reason for Assisi's
visit was to collect back taxes from

Engines. Do you know it?

Yes. My mother works there as a cleaner.

I met Mr. Finley yesterday.

Then we won't need an introduction.

Why should I do that?

You know my mother, Lucille. She works
here. I don't care who your mother is.

I'm not sharing my financial data.

All we're asking is whether you paid the
taxes your company owed in the summer

of 1905.

Would I be here if I hadn't?

It would help us to see proof.

How can I be sure that you're officers
of the law, as you say you are, and not

rivals looking to take my company?

You seem like bad.

Yes, the bad you may have found on the
street for all I know.

You have my word. Words are cheap.

My answer is no.

Now get out of my office.

Working on something fun?

It's a design for a bunk bed.

We can build it together tomorrow night.

I've only seen those on cranes.

Well, this will be far more comfortable
and sophisticated.

If it works, as I intend, you'll be able
to listen to your music as loud and as

late as you like.

Amazing.

You don't have to go to all that
trouble.

Oh, no, it's no trouble.

Why not?

The inspector checked and my room in the
dormitory is still free.

I can move in tomorrow.

I don't know about this, Teddy.

It'll be fine.

The boss of the factory says Mr. Finley
never comes in before nine. If anyone

asks, just say you were cleaning the
office.

What we're looking for should be in the
cabinet beside Finley's desk.

Tax document or receipt. Anything to
prove he paid back taxes in the summer

1905. All right, all right.

Wish me luck.

She'll be fine.

I hope so.

Doing a little dirty work for your son,
I see.

I didn't see anything. I promise.

I don't care.

You're fired. Give me those keys.

You can't do that. She was in there
because of us. Well, then you should be

I'm not calling the police.

The real ones.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

No need to be sorry. I never liked that
job much anyway.

You don't have to pretend.

Who's pretending?

I've been wanting to do something other
than clean for years. Maybe this is my

chance.

But that doesn't matter now.

Teddy!

We need to talk.

And now's not a good time. My mother
just lost her job. And I'm about to lose

land.

Jackson's grumbling about canceling my
lease thanks to the trouble you're

stirring up.

I'm going to make the trade. For
everybody, I promise.

Yeah? How?

What good is it being a cop if all you
do is make things worse?

Joe!

Joe!

He just needs to blow off steam.

Me and him both. Eddie?

Sorry, Mr. Roberts.

Don't be.

There's something that I need to show
you.

I don't know what to do.

Joe is furious.

And my mother. They both know that
you're trying to get justice for Richie.

But what good is justice if it ruins
everyone's life?

There's always land needing farming and
jobs to be done.

Dinner's sorted.

Are they still rooting out in the
fields?

Can't be stopped.

Gabe, honey, do you still need some
extra hands in the office?

Always. Why? You know someone?

Teddy's mother. She's been working for
Mr. Finley.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Gabe worked for him for a while. Taught
me I didn't want to live my life behind

a desk. Maybe he'll remember my mother,
Lucille Robin.

Ah, that doesn't ring a bell.

Gabe'd forget to tie his shoes if I
didn't remind him.

Well, I'm sure I can find something for
your mother.

You have her come by first thing next
week.

She'll see you then.

Thank you.

I understand you've made arrangements
for Harry to board.

It was no trouble at all.

Respectfully, I disagree.

But the situation was untenable. Which
is why I was in the process of remedying

it. A bunk bed wouldn't make living in a
tiny apartment any more comfortable.

That is not for you to say.

I miss living with my family. And now
that Harry isn't across the Atlantic, I

want him close.

I'm sorry.

I overstepped.

I was only trying to help.

What would be helpful is if you would
telephone the school and notify them

Harry will be living with his father as
planned.

That's wonderful.

Gabe Devlin was always a kind of man.
And a new job isn't the only good news

the morning.

What's this?

A receipt from the Ontario County's
property tax office.

I snuck it into my pocket before Mr.
Finley threw me out.

Mr. Finley paid Assisi in full. But
Assisi's briefcase was empty.

So we're back to theft of the motive? It
stands to reason. But the list of

people who knew a tax collector was in
town is awfully short.

Mr. Finley may be cruel, but if you ask
me, he's no killer.

I think it's time for another chat with
Noah Jackson.

I see you have an axe to grind, Mr.
Jackson.

I got nothing more to say to you.

We know Manfred Assisi came to see you
in August of 1905.

Yeah, so?

So we found his remains on the land you
leased to Joe N.

I don't know nothing about that.

I got a good mind to take that land
back. Well, it all is trouble.

This isn't Joe's fault.

We'll leave you alone as soon as you
tell us what happened with Mr. Assisi.

Man came to assess my land. Said I owed
$50.

And you paid him?

I don't keep that kind of cash lying
around.

Man told me to bring it to his lodgings
that night, but he cleared out by the

time I got there.

Where were these lodgings?

Manford's dead.

How?

Manford. You were on a first -name basis
with a guest?

Manford was more than a guest.

He... We were courted.

Well, we had in one.

What on earth happened?

We were hoping you would help us find
that out.

Do you know why he didn't spend the
night here as you'd planned?

Pride wouldn't let him.

Not after... He proposed.

Do you recognize this ring?

Manfred had it made special for me.

That symbol, that's the circle tall.

It's meant to represent two souls
becoming one.

Something you weren't ready for?

Pretty or not, I couldn't say yes.

My father wasn't more than six weeks in
the grave. There's no way I'd have left

my mother to run this place on her own.

So, Esther, I think you left.

He said he'd catch the last train into
town.

I offered him a ride to the station,
but...

He said he wanted to walk so as to enjoy
the country air.

The train station.

Three miles that way?

We should retrace the steps.

Thank you for your time.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

I think you should have this.

I was

mad.

What kind of a friend just ups and
leaves without telling you?

If only I'd been able to get over
myself, I would have realized Richie

have done that.

We can't help but see things through the
veil of our emotions.

But Detective Murdoch says to use
reason.

As police officers, yes, but you were
young.

And even if you hadn't been, you
couldn't have known Richie would

those gunshots.

Couldn't have prevented his death.

Teddy, it's all right to be upset.

It's not that.

Joe's land is just beyond those trees,
which means... We could be standing in

the spot where Mr. Assisi met his
killer.

Someone's shooting at us? Get down!

This can't be a coincidence. The killer
knows we're investigating.

They're exposing themselves for what
they're doing.

What are you doing? Tell me.

Gathering evidence.

A killer who has a gun and isn't afraid
to use it.

I think they're gone.

You think?

Lay down and move fast. It doesn't keep
them long.

This is definitely where the shop came
from.

And look.

Cracks. What is this?

Animal skin, perhaps?

A beet peel.

Nice.

Then his husband, Gabe Devlin, he
manages a beet posting site. His shoes

filthy with that.

And look, the rabbit.

The rabbit?

Shot one in his field.

What reason would Gabe Devlin have had
to kill men for the CC?

I have an idea.

Father!

Father!

I can't hear a thing.

The soundproof curtain.

Actually works. That's amazing.

At first I had my doubts that my
invention would actually do the trick,

believe this will do until we can move
upstairs to a larger unit.

That is, unless you were looking forward
to living in the dormitories, huh?

Not exactly.

It's just there's so many things that
day students can't participate in.

Oh?

Such as? The jazz band, the drama clubs,
hiking trips, the basketball team.

Oh, did mom tell you about the chemistry
and physics clubs?

I must confess, she did not.

It all sounds so fun.

Harry, pack your bags.

What? I won't have you missing out on
all of the opportunities that living in

the dormitories can offer you.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Upon one condition.

Anything. On the weekend, you will come
home and stay with your father.

Thank you.

Thank you for my mother. She's thrilled
to be working for you. Well, we can

always use extra hands.

And I think she'll have a better time of
it than she did working for that penny

pincher Finley.

Please give her my thanks for this.

Are you cooking that rabbit you shot for
dinner?

Minnie's in the kitchen right now.

Smells incredible.

I popped with a butcher, but I've never
had rabbit.

Well, why don't we remedy that?

That sounds wonderful. Thank you.

Two old friends.

And new.

You know, my mother remembers you from
your time at Finley Bench. Oh, is that

so? But she didn't tell me what it was
you did at the company.

This and that. I was in the office.

Right, you said.

And when was it that you left?

Um, gosh, can't remember exactly.

You bought the farm in Othick.

What a thing.

To buy property so young.

And the plant must have cost a pretty
penny to build.

I don't like to talk about money, but it
certainly wasn't cheap.

How did you manage to do it?

Gabe works so hard.

I'm sure he does, but I'm curious.

Especially given how penny -pinching Mr.
Finley is.

Why are you asking all this?

You must have been drooling.

When Mr. Finley paid Mr. Assisi.

All of that money.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

Who's Mr. Assisi?

The tax collector you killed to buy this
farm.

I invite you into my home.

You're paying me by using me in murder?

My husband is no killer.

Then why is this hidden in the back of
your chest?

Who the hell are you?

Detective Llewellyn Watts. Now answer
the question.

It's for dealing with farm pests.

Let me have a look.

This doesn't take the caliber of bullet
they shot at Cece or at us.

Are you sure?

Now you can go bottle. Now that's over.

Why don't we all sit down, enjoy our
meal.

There's plenty to go around.

That's lost my appetite.

Look. Eddie, I'm sorry that some loud
shot at you, okay? But it wasn't me.

And it wasn't me who shot that tax man
the night of the eclipse either, despite

what you might think.

What is it?

There's another rifle.

Where is it?

Impressive. Something the inspector told
me. Keto.

Keto.

Rightful. Right. Thank you.

This might be it.

What about you?

I never told Cape about the eclipse.

How could he have known that that was
the night Mr. Assisi was killed? He

there.

Thank you.

Winchester 1895.

A good gun.

It's chambered for a bunch of different
bullets.

Including Craig's?

Yes. And the sulfur smell from the
barrel says it's been used recently.

I haven't heard anything.

Which is why I'm going to do ballistic
finger marking.

What is that?

A forensic technique that matches
bullets to the guns they were fired

Shall we?

Unless you have something to say.

I didn't do it to steal the money.

I did it because there wasn't any money
left.

It was the only way to keep from getting
caught.

You'd already been stealing from Mr.
Finley. Hey, he was paying me

nothing.

I deserved that money. And when Assisi
showed up, The coffers were dry.

I held them off.

I'm going to come by the next day before
he left town. And then you killed him

before he could.

But the receipt forged.

I had to cover my tracks with Finley in
the tax office.

But why did Richie have to die?

Because he was standing over the body
when I went back to bury it.

And he had that damn ring.

If I hadn't been there, who knows?

Maybe he'd have given it to you.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It was good to have you home.

Even though I cost you two jobs.

I don't believe you have many intents to
continue running the processing plant.

Do you mean to say she expects you first
thing tomorrow morning, Mrs. Roberts?

Tomorrow?

I've got nothing to wear.

Thank goodness.

I was feeling terrible leaving with her
out of work.

There's no need to rush back.

We haven't had much of a holiday.

All right.

You lost a friend. You ought to take
some time to... I don't want to.

Which is exactly why you should.

You're a good constable, Teddy.

And you've got great instincts.

I'll see you at the station house when
you're ready to use them again.

Did you get Harry settled in okay?

How did you know?

My acquaintance in admissions.

You seem to have acquaintances in every
corner of the city.

I like to be sober. It helps keep the
pangs of loneliness from living a

bachelor's life at bay.

Thank you.

For seeing what I couldn't about Harry's
living arrangements.

It wasn't just Harry I was looking out
for.

I couldn't very well have my best
detective laid up with a bad back for

months.

That's you, Richie.

I miss him, too.

What are you doing here?

Yeah.

I'm holding up, man, at a bargain I made
with old man Jackson about keeping that

lease across the way.

I promised to chase away trespassers
whenever they came about.

Starting tomorrow, I hope.

Really?

Don't apologize.

I'm glad to know the truth about the man
that I married.

And about what happened to Richie?

I can't believe he's gone.

Like, really gone.

You know, I always had my eye out for
him in Toronto.

Figured he'd find his way up north
somehow.

The north would never satisfy that mind
of his.

Too long.

What do you think he'd be doing?

Is he worse still alive?

He'd be here.

With us.

Looking up at the sky.