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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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