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Sir. The cataloguing you asked for.

Already? That was quick.

Oh, 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. -My first since I left.

Well, well. Uh, 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.

Oh! Ho, ho! (giggling)

(giggling)

Ooh! You've lost weight living in the city.

We gotta get you fattened up.

As long as my uniform still fits.

You brought it with you.

I'm not sure why you asked me...

Where is it?

Better not be creased.

Ooh! (chuckling)

Ah, rolled up neatly, just like I taught you.

Why did you ask me to bring it?

(mysterious music)

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?

Uh, don't you remember, Mr. Finley? I

took the day off.

My son is visiting from Toronto.

Be back Monday.

(distant horse neighing)

Seems like a nice man.

Bark's worse than his bite.

(gasps) -Is that... Joe?! Joe Enns.

Mrs. Roberts.

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

Sure has. How've you been?

Good. Ah, leased some land from Noah Jackson,

if you can believe it.

-Noah Jackson? -The one and only.

I-I got a-an acre across the creek

from where we used to play.

(giggling)

Teddy!

(light mystical music)

Seems you're doing well, too.

-Ah. -Teddy's a constable

in Toronto.

Oh, that's something.

Ah, say, I was just about to start clearing my land.

I figured, could you lend a hand?

-Oh, ah... -You should.

You said you miss nature.

I got nothing but that. (chuckling)

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

but why not?

(birds chirping)

(grunts)

Making quick work of it, thanks to you.

Happy to help.

Some piece of land.

Jackson must be getting soft in his old age

to have leased it to you. -Yeah. You'd think, but...

What is that?

Looks like a little bit of old fabric.

Reminds me of, uh, that overalls

that Ritchie used to wear. With the red patches?

(chuckling) -Sure does. Yeah.

He wore 'em every day.

I wonder what that guy's up to.

What's this?

(curious music)

(tense music)

A skull?

You don't think...?

(theme music)

He was our friend, Ritchie Edgefield.

How can you be so sure?

The clothes. His initials

are stitched into them here. See?

Thought he went up north to find work

when we were sixteen, but...

Ah, you know those tracks aren't too far from here,

so he probably took a spill running for the train

and he bashed his head on a rock.

Th-this wasn't done by a-any rock,

Constable Gaines.

Some sort of expert?

I'm a police constable in Toronto.

Uh, my boss taught me that a gash like that

was made by something regular. A tool, or a weapon.

Well, rocks can be regular.

I... Sure, maybe. But if it was an accident,

how did he get buried?

The creek does flood here a lot.

Near every time it rains.

See? So the body, it probably sunk into the mud

and it happens, you know? It's a tragedy,

but there's nothing to be done.

But you'll move the-the...

You'll-you'll move Ritchie?

Yeah. I'll make the arrangements

in a day or two, but I gotta go tell the next of kin.

-We can do that. -We can?

-Yeah. -Well...

Suit yourself.

Gaines is wrong.

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

How?

(tense music)

I think this ring might be a start.

I appreciate you letting me know,

but this isn't Ritchie's.

You sure?

What kind of a question is that?

I'm sorry, but it was you who told us

he went up north for work.

I didn't want to worry you boys.

And for all I knew, he might've.

Ritchie 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.

What do the details matter?

What happened is he died.

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

(leaves rustling)

(birds chirping)

What now?

Uh, now we find out why Ritchie had this ring.

Do, do you think...

Was it for Minnie?

I know they were sweet on each other,

but a proposal? Ritchie would've 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, full of surprises.

I'm sure.

Teddy Roberts. It's been years.

Did I hear you're in Toronto?

Yes, as a police constable. (door closes)

A constable?

At our door.

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

He's joking. (chuckling)

(tense music)

Is everything all right, Joe?

Uh...

Teddy, maybe you should...?

Uh, I'm sorry to have to tell you,

and like this, but...

Ritchie, he's dead.

Ah! Inspector, I'd like to introduce my son...

-Oh! -Harry Murdoch.

He'll be attending St. Eligius Boys School this semester.

Mm. Pleasure to meet you, Harry.

Your marks must be excellent for you to be

accepted at St. Eligius.

-Top of his class at Harrow. -Mm.

Food's already better here.

The facility is meant to be excellent.

They say the dormitories rival the city's finest hotels.

Oh. But no matter.

Harry will be staying with me while he attends school.

Mother said I'd be boarding.

Oh. I-I think we would both prefer how much time

we'll be able to spend together than that would allow.

Do you still have that room for cooking potatoes

using microwaves?

An invention not mentioned?

I-Indeed. Uh, I'm afraid I've rented out

the house and I-I've taken up

quarters in a rooming house, Harry.

Shame. I'd kill for a baked potato.

(chuckling)

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

Mm-hmm...

Thank you, darling.

(rain pattering on window)

Excuse my appearance.

We farm and process sugar beets. Been in the plant with the men.

Must be rewarding work.

What on earth happened to Ritchie?

He was killed. Years ago.

When we 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 know you and Ritchie were close.

-Is that right? -It was nothing. I was fifteen.

Was there anything that happened between you

before he supposedly left town?

Not anything that would've gotten him killed,

if that's what you mean.

When was the last time you saw him?

(boys laughing)

We don't want to get caught by old man Jackson again.

(laughing)

(Roberts): All right, brother. -Wait.

(Roberts): Let's catch some fish.

You seen a lunar eclipse before?

(birds calling)

Mm-mm.

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

in February.

How can you know that?

Been reading about them.

Think they're beautiful.

Like you.

You'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... -Well, you couldn't have known,

sweetheart.

Who would have hurt him?

I don't know, but...

I'm sure it has to do with this ring.

You recognize it?

(soft tense music)

Uh...

N-No.

We-we thought maybe Ritchie was planning to give it to you.

Uh, we weren't that serious.

Did Ritchie know that?

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

Why did Ritchie 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 you were cataloguing jewelry

for your boss yesterday?

I only had to transcribe the markings,

not understand them.

Look, "24 kt",

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.

(curious music)

This ring was made in Toronto.

How can you tell?

The P with the triangle, it's the logo

of the jewellers on Bay Street.

What would a boy like Ritchie

be doing with a gold ring made in Toronto?

I-I don't know.

Unless it has something to do with...

(Roberts): All right, Minnie.

Ah! (gasps)

You all right?

(gunshot)

What was that?

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

Probably just a hunter.

Not this late.

That groaning didn't sound like an animal.

Should we go check it out?

I think so. Someone could be hurt.

We-we-we can't.

Or... or, I can't.

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

We could still go.

(insects chirping)

I should make sure Minnie gets home safe.

Sorry, Ted.

All right.

What if Ritchie went back

to investigate and got himself killed?

What does this ring have to do with that?

I don't know yet.

(phone ringing) -Oh!

(chuckling) -Uh, 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. Why?

Even the closest of families can chafe in close quarters.

Not a family that's been apart for over a year, I assure you.

Good night, Inspector.

Harry. Come.

(phone ringing)

(Watts): Station House Four.

Detective Watts. It's Teddy.

In Chatham? The line is remarkably clear.

How is your holiday?

Uh, that's why I'm calling. Is Detective Murdoch there?

Oh, you just missed him.

Shoot.

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...

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 jewellers on Bay Street.

Parker's, you mean?

That's it! Could you see

if you can find out who bought it?

It's gold with a sort of winged circle etched in the top.

(grunts) -Winged... circle.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Detective Watts.

If memory serves, the gunshots the night of the eclipse

came from over that way.

If Ritchie went back... -Do you really think

the two things are connected?

I mean, the shots and his death?

I'm sure of it. I-I thought coming back here

would jog a memory, or... (gun cocking)

(man): You shouldn't be here.

(tense music)

Your plot's on the other side of the creek.

I know. And I-I-I'm sorry. Um, you remember Teddy Roberts?

Trespassing, same as ever.

We mean no trouble, sir. We-we're investigating a case.

What are you? A private detective?

I'm a police constable.

Ha! And I'm President of the United States.

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

Um, all right. All right. All right.

(grunts)

(sighs)

Are you feeling all right, Detective?

Oh-ho. Nothing a little stretching can't fix.

Ow.

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

if he's to perform well in school.

What about your performance?

I'll manage.

You're a better man than me.

How was the rest of the first night, otherwise?

Wonderful.

Although Harry has developed a taste for jazz music.

Hm. 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 classes start.

Why wait?

I could spend the day with him, if that would help.

Oh. Would you?

Mm. These are beautiful.

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

But-but pruning can result in exponential growth.

And messing around with my flowers can result in a swat.

Detective Watts!

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.

Was?

He disappeared on a work trip eight years ago.

His boss suspected he absconded with the money

he was to collect, but given your case...

The body I found isn't his.

-It wasn't? -No.

Oh.

It... was a friend.

Oh.

Teddy, I'm sorry.

You should have said something when you telephoned.

Yeah. It wasn't relevant.

What I need to figure out now is why Ritchie had

Mr. Assisi's ring.

-Ritchie? -Ritchie.

You think learning that

will give you answers about Ritchie's death?

I do.

Then take me to the place you found his body.

I'd say that's a pretty big clue,

unless Ritchie had a third femur.

Not as far as I know.

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

Alas, poor Manford.

And hello Constable Roberts.

Oh. Now we know how Mr. Assisi died.

There's also this.

Um...

.30-40 Krag.

He was shot with a rifle in the top of his head?

Suggesting he was on his knees when he was killed.

Oh! Interesting.

And gruesome.

Ritchie must've 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 then Ritchie picked it up, or, uh...

If that's so, then why would he have been killed?

No. Ah, Ritchie must've seen Mr. Assisi's body

and the killer, whoever that was.

A thief, I'd 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.

Hm.

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?

(thunder cracking)

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. Assisi

showing up on his land, intentionally or otherwise.

Mr. Jackson?

You again?

We've come to ask some questions.

-Who's we? -Uh, Detective Llewellyn Watts,

Toronto Constabulary. 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 these parts.

Well, if the man in this picture was coloured,

maybe I'd remember him.

Uh, thank you for your time.

(indistinct chattering)

So, I hear you like the jazz.

It's my favourite.

My dad got me the new Jelly Roll Morton

as a welcome present. -Mm.

Is that what you were listening to last night?

-How did you know? -Uh, 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, his 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? Hm?

How long did the secretary

at the tax office say it would take?

She didn't, but I can't imagine

putting together a list of Assisi's meetings

in Chatham will take long.

Jackson recognized him.

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, I can...

Not so fast.

It says the main reason for Assisi's visit

was to collect back taxes from Finley Engines.

You know it? -Yes.

My mother works there as a cleaner.

I met Mr. Finley yesterday.

Then we won't need an introduction.

And 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.

Uh, 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?

(scoffs) -You've seen my badge.

Yes, a badge 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!

All right.

-Working on something fun? -Ah!

It's a design for a bunk bed.

We can build it together, tomorrow night.

I've only seen those on trains!

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.

But you don't have to go to all that trouble.

Oh, no! It's, it's no trouble.

W... Why not?

The Inspector checked and my room in the dormitory's

still free.

I can move in tomorrow.

(soft mysterious music)

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, a receipt, anything to prove

he paid back taxes in the summer of 1905.

All right, all right. Wish me luck.

She'll be fine.

I hope so.

(soft mysterious music)

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

(tense music)

I didn't see anything. I promise!

I don't care.

(door opens)

You're fired. Give me those keys!

You can't do that!

She was in there because of us.

Well, then you should be glad I'm not calling the police.

The real ones!

I'm so sorry, Mama.

No need to be sorry.

I never liked that job much, anyway.

-Uh, 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.

(sighs) But that doesn't matter now.

Teddy!

We need to talk. -Now's not a good time.

My mother just lost her job. -And I'm about to lose my land.

Jackson's grumbling about cancelling my lease

thanks to the trouble you're stirring up.

I'm going to make this right. 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. -Teddy.

Sorry, Mrs. Roberts. -Ah, don't be.

There's something that I need to show you.

I don't know what to do.

Joe was furious. And my mother.

They both know that you're trying to get

justice for Ritchie.

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 in the fields?

Can't seem to stop 'em.

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 you remember my mother. Lucille Roberts?

Ah, that doesn't ring a bell.

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

(laughing)

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

that Harry will be living with his father as planned.

(tense music)

That's wonderful!

Gabe Devlin was always a kind young man.

And a new job isn't the only good news of the morning.

-Oh. -What's this?

A receipt from the Ontario Counties 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 as a motive?

It stands to reason. But the list of people

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

Mm. 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.

(train dinging)

All right.

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

I got nothing more to say to you.

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

Yeah, so?

So we found his remains

on the land you leased to Joe Enns.

I don't know nothing about that.

And I gotta good mind to take that land back,

what with all this trouble.

This isn't Joe's fault.

And 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 fifty dollars.

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'd 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 courting.

Or we had done, once.

What on earth happened?

We-We were hoping you would help us find that out.

Do you know why he didn't

spend the night here as he'd planned?

Pride wouldn't let him. Not after...

He proposed?

Do you... Do you recognize this ring?

Manford had it made special for me.

That symbol, that's the Serch Bythol.

It's meant to represent two souls becoming one.

Something you weren't ready for.

Ready 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 Mr. Assisi left?

He said he'd catch the last train out of 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, it's...?

It's three miles that way.

(distant horse neighing)

We should retrace his steps.

Thank you for your time, and I'm sorry for your loss.

(soft music)

I think you should have this.

(birds chirping)

I'm glad to have one part of the mystery solved.

The ring, you mean?

At first, Joey thought Ritchie was going to give it to Minnie,

but I thought that was crazy.

Because you and Ritchie were close?

He was my best friend.

It must've been hard on you when he disappeared.

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

Ritchie wouldn't 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

Ritchie would investigate those gun shots.

You couldn't have prevented his death.

Teddy, it's all right to be upset.

It's not that.

Joe's land is just beyond these trees,

which means... -We could be standing

in the spot where Mr. Assisi met his killer.

(gunshot)

Someone's shooting at us? -Get down!

(gunshot)

This can't be a coincidence.

The killer knows we're investigating.

(gunshot) -Oh! Shoot!

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

What are you doing? Teddy!

Gathering evidence.

Uh, .40 Krag.

Same as the bullet in the top of Assisi's skull.

(gunshot)

Mr. Assisi wasn't on his knees.

How do you know?

Bullets hit the tree from an angle.

It came from above.

That's only possible if...

I think there's a hunting blind in those trees.

Stay down!

We're feet away from the killer!

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

-I think they're gone. -You think?

Stay down and move fast, just in case I'm wrong.

(breathing heavily)

This is definitely where the shots came from.

And look.

Krags.

What's this?

Animal skin, perhaps?

Beet peel.

Right.

Mi... Minnie's husband, Gabe Devlin.

He manages a beet-processing plant.

His shoes were filthy with them.

And the-the rabbit.

The rabbit?

Shot one in his field.

What reason would Gabe Devlin have had to kill Manford Assisi?

I have an idea.

(jazz music playing)

(Murdoch): Louder!

Louder!

I can't hear a thing! (laughing)

(music stops)

The soundproof curtain actually works!

That's amazing!

At first, I had my doubts

that my invention would actually do the trick,

but I 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, Harry.

Not exactly.

It's just there's so many things that the 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, uh,

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, are you sure?

Yes. On one condition.

Anything.

On the weekends,

you will come home and stay with your father.

Done. Thank you.

A thank you from 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.

(chuckling)

Please give her my thanks for this.

Are... Are you cooking that rabbit you shot for dinner?

Minnie's in the kitchen right now.

It smells incredible.

My pops was a butcher, but I've never had rabbit.

(rain pouring)

Well, why don't we remedy that?

That sounds wonderful. Thank you.

All right.

I wish I could cook.

(mysterious music)

-To old friends. -Hm.

And new.

You know, my mother remembers you

from your time at Finley's Engines.

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. When was it that you left?

Um... gosh.

Can't remember exactly. Hm.

You bought the farm in '06.

-Mm-hmm. -What a thing,

to buy property so young.

And the plant must've cost a pretty penny to build.

I don't like to talk about money, but, uh,

certainly wasn't cheap.

(chuckling)

How did you manage to do it?

Gabe works so hard.

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

especially given how penny-pinching Mr. Finley is.

Why are you asking all this?

You must've been drooling

when Mr. Finley paid Mr. Assisi.

All that money.

(scoffing)

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 repay me by accusing me of murder?

My husband is no killer.

(door opens) -Then why was this hidden

in the back of your shed?

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 calibre bullet

that shot Assisi, or at us.

-Are you sure? -It's too recent a model.

Now that's over,

why don't we all sit down, enjoy our meal?

There's plenty to go round.

I've lost my appetite.

Look, Teddy, I'm sorry that some lout 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.

Minnie?

What is it?

Uh... (clearing throat)

There's another rifle.

Where is it?

(grunting)

Impressive.

Oh, just something the Inspector showed me.

Hapkido. -Hapkido. Hm.

-Rifle. -Right. Thank you.

This might be it.

(rifle clicks)

But why'd you...?

I never told Gabe about the eclipse.

How could he have known that that was the night

Mr. Assisi was killed if he wasn't there?

Thank you, Minnie.

Winchester 1895.

A good gun.

It's chambered for a bunch of different bullets.

And including Krags?

Yes.

And the sulphur smell from the barrel

says it's been used recently.

That doesn't prove 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 from. 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.

And it was the only way to keep from getting caught.

You'd already been stealing from Mr. Finley?

Hey!

He was paying me practically nothing.

I deserved that money.

And when Assisi showed up,

the coffers were dry.

I held him off.

Told him to come by the next day before he left town.

And then you killed him before he could.

-But the receipt? -Forged.

Had to cover my tracks with Finley and the tax office.

But why did Ritchie 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.

(grunting)

(sobbing)

It's all right. It's all right.

It was good to have you home.

Even though I cost you two jobs? -Oh.

I don't believe you have.

Minnie intends 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!

Ah. Thank goodness. (chuckling)

I was feeling terrible leaving with her out of work.

There's no need to rush back.

You haven't had much of a holiday.

That's 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.

Can you take this?

(hooves clopping)

Did you get Harry settled in okay?

How did you know?

My acquaintance in admissions.

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

I like to be social.

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 three months.

(light music)

Miss you, Ritchie.

I miss him, too.

Ah.

Ah, what are you doing here?

(scoffs) -Yeah.

I'm holding up my end of the bargain I made

with Old Man Jackson about keeping that, uh,

lease across the way. (chuckling)

I-I promised to chase away trespassers

whenever they came about.

Starting tomorrow, I hope.

Minnie. Uh, um...

I'm so, I'm so... -Don't apologize.

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

And about what happened to Ritchie.

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'd never satisfy that mind of his too long.

What do you think he'd be doing,

if... he were still alive?

He'd be here.

With us.

Looking up at the sky.

(soft instrumental music)

(theme music)

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