All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S04E10 (EN)

It was quite unexpected, sir.

The nuns were about to lay Sister St
Ignatius to her final resting place

when they noticed
that her spot was, um,

well it was spoken for,
you might say, sir.

Oh, watch your step there, sir.

That's a Roman collar.

A Roman collar, sir?

George, if I'm not mistaken,
this man was a priest. Dear Lord.

Sir, Father Hoobin was
to conduct the burial service.

Father Hoobin
is the convent chaplain. Father.

Detective.

Reverend Mother? Come, quickly.

George,
we'll need to dig this man out.

I'll get men
on that straightaway.

How may I be of service, gentlemen?

Reverend Mother.

I'm Detective Will...

Will?

Susannah?

Sir?

Constable, allow me
to introduce my sister.

Father Logan. He arrived just
last night, travelling to Winnipeg.

En route from? Halifax.

His train didn't leave until morning so we
put him up. Were you acquainted with him?

No, but it's not uncommon for a
travelling priest to stay the night.

Sir, perhaps, I'll take
Father Hoobin's statement

Yes, George. Thank you.

Um...

So you're a detective now, I see.

Yes.

And you, a reverend mother.

William.

Ah. Reverend Mother,
Dr Julia Ogden, our coroner.

The Reverend Mother is...

Your sister, Susannah. The news
has spread amongst the constables.

I'm so pleased
to make your acquaintance.

And you.

You two have work to do. Doctor.

Reverend Mother. We'll speak later.

I thought she was in a cloistered
convent in Montreal.

As did I.

Come in, Will.

Dr Ogden found a fracture
in Father Logan's skull.

I'll know more once
the post-mortem is completed.

I must let the archdiocese
in Halifax know of all this.

We'll take care of that.

At any rate, I'll need all of Father
Logan's particulars from them.

How long have you been in Toronto?

Five months. Our order in Montreal was given special
instruction to establish a mission convent here.

And I was given dispensation
to leave the cloister.

You chose not to contact me.

It's been 20 years, Will.

I knew that you would want to meet and
I was afraid that we would be strangers.

Strangers, Susannah?

I'm your brother.

The 17-year-old who... left for a logging
camp to get his start in the world,

that's how I remember you.

I don't know this
Detective Murdoch at all.

We'll have to change that.

How may I be of assistance
with your investigation?

What did Father Logan do
once he arrived?

He offered to hear confession and
since Father Hoobin was away, I agreed.

After that,
he attended evening prayer.

Vespers.

Then so far as I'm aware,
he went to bed.

Around half-past nine.

The grounds have been thoroughly checked and
there's no sign of an intruder. But there must be.

No-one here had
anything to do with this.

Of course not.

I just need to confirm that.

I made confession with Father Logan
as we all did, God rest his soul.

Carry on, Sister. St Anthony.

Yes. Yes, I know.

Oh.

Well, um... we had chores, of course,
although not everyone gets theirs done.

I went to vespers, and then I helped
Sister Theresa with her reading,

she's Anglican, so she needs
all the help she can get.

Sister Theresa, did you hear or see
anything out of the ordinary last night?

None of us did.

Did Father Logan seem apprehensive
or distracted in any way?

No.

Do you think he knew
someone was after him?

When I was accepted as a novice,
I was so happy.

I knew that I'd be safe
in God's house.

But how safe are we
if a priest can be murdered here?

Sister Bernadette, did you see Father
Logan last night after confession?

Only at vespers.

Then you retired for the night?

No, I had kitchen duty,
but I didn't hear anything outside.

Aren't chores before vespers?

Not all the time.

A Catholic priest gets murdered at a convent run by
the sister you haven't seen since... the Crusades.

Yes, sir. Hell of a family reunion,
pardon the expression.

Have a seat, Murdoch.
How are you holding up?

Oh, I'm fine.

We've interviewed everyone
at the convent

and no-one saw or heard anything that
they're admitting to. You think they're lying?

They're nuns, Murdoch. They tell
a fib, they go to limbo, don't they?

More likely purgatory, briefly...
I don't understand these choices.

We Protestants have heaven or hell.
No messing around. Yes, sir.

What about this
Father Hoobin character?

He lives at a nearby rectory,
only visiting the convent

to hear confession
and conduct evening prayer.

Last night he was at the home of a
parishioner that is on his death bed

to perform extreme unction.
Extreme...

Last rites, so to speak.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Sirs, telegram from
the archdiocese in Halifax.

They have no record
of a Father Logan.

Perhaps my sister was mistaken
about his home parish.

Also, sir, Dr Ogden called for you.

Father Logan
suffered two blows to the head,

the first with something
flat and broad. A shovel perhaps?

Possibly, though the second blow was
done with something small and heavy.

The second blow was fatal. It likely knocked
him unconscious, but it's not what killed him.

The cause of death is asphyxiation.

There was a sizable amount of inhaled
soil in the oesophagus and lungs.

I'm afraid he was buried alive.

So, how have you and Susannah
been getting along?

Oh, I hardly know.

I haven't seen her or spoken to her since she was
14 and left our aunt's home for the convent school.

And later when she joined
the cloistered nuns in Montreal,

she wrote a final letter saying that
the outside world was dead to her. At 14?

That must have been painful for you.

What do you have there?

Father Logan's stomach contents -

beef stew.

Father Logan was killed on a Friday.

Catholics don't eat meat that day.

Perhaps he was not so devout.

Perhaps he was no priest.

And this one he invented to see
in the dark. What on Earth for?

Have you no lanterns, Inspector?

Ah, Detective Murdoch.

I was providing Reverend Mother
with insight into her big brother.

He built a contraption that can
find sunken boats, under water.

Is that right?

Thank you for keeping my sister
company, Inspector. Right. Well...

Pleasure to meet you.
And you.

So this is your world now, Will...

Detective.

Well, not entirely.

Mother had hoped
you'd be a priest one day.

That wouldn't
have been right for you.

Why do you say that?

You were forever asking
how things worked, why they worked.

A priest, or someone like me, tries to
comprehend God's ways, but doesn't question.

I suppose you were
always a detective.

Choosing science over faith.

Judges and juries weigh facts,
not my faith.

Besides, the Jesuits taught me
mathematics, science. Of course.

Do you know if he's still alive?

Father? No.

Last I saw him, two years ago
out west, he seemed robust.

You'd think the punishment
for the grief he caused us all

would have earned him an early grave.
And damnation.

Is that what you came here
to say, Susannah?

No.

I have reason to believe
Father Logan was not a priest.

Yes, I've come to the same
conclusion. Why do you say so?

Sister Catherine told me.

Who is Sister Catherine?

Why did you not tell me
about her before now?

She never goes outside now.

In fact she has no contact
with anyone other than myself.

Why is that?

Reverend Mother.
This is your brother? It is, Sister.

He has some questions.

Very well.

Sister Catherine,

how do you know that
Father Logan was not a priest?

God told me.

God told you.

Well, one of his angels, actually.

But angels are messengers
of God, are they not?

Sister Catherine
has been chosen by God.

To be a conduit to the divine.

It was Mary of Magdala
who told me about Father Logan.

She said he was no man of God.
She said...

he was the devil.

And that took place in this room?

On my bed. The voices often
come to me when I am at rest.

Last night I heard the voice
of the devil himself.

The devil speaks to you as well?
No, to Mary of Magdala.

He raged at her.

But she drove him out.

She must rest.

The angel that slew him
is buried beneath him.

Mary spoke those words to me.

Sir, what is it exactly
we're looking for?

I suppose we're
testing a divine theory.

Ah.

I believe this is an angel, sir.

It's buried beneath him.

The stone angel was exactly where Sister Catherine
said it would be as instructed by Mary of Magdala.

I would think that you
would be appreciative.

And I am, but Sister Catherine may have
witnessed the murder, or be otherwise involved.

Involved? It's absurd to think that she fractured a
man's skull, dragged him to his grave and buried him.

I haven't yet established
that there was only one assailant.

You don't understand, Will.

Sister Catherine is far too frail
to make her way to the gardens.

These past few weeks she's refused
to eat. She's starving herself?

She's proving herself to God.

Her single concern is piety and I firmly believe
that she has been rewarded with divine communion.

Be that as it may,

I find it hard to believe that God
intervenes in murder investigations, Susannah.

Who are we to assume
God's priorities?

The fact is, William,
the angels speak

to Sister Catherine, or have you
no faith in such things any more?

And then just as the chapter
concludes, our heroes realise

they must rush back to save the queen
from Sekhmet's evil bio-cannon.

This murder mystery of yours is starting to
sound peculiar, George. Oh, thank you, sir.

Although it doesn't hold
a stitch to this scenario -

God having his angels talk
to Sister Catherine.

It must mean that angels
watch over this place.

In fact, they could be listening to our very words,
right this minute. Sir, what are you looking at?

I think we know where our angel
came from, George. Indeed. Sir...

I believe there's some blood here.

Yes, George. This is it.

This is the scene of the crime.

Very good, sir. Wait...

A crucifix.

A tin box.

It's empty.

You wanted to show me something, Dr?

It's a syphilitic lesion
and in mind of the circumstances

of this case, I had a thought.

Which is? Are you familiar
with the virgin cure?

The mistaken belief that intimate
relations with a virgin will cure disease.

What better place to find
a virgin than a convent?

The virgin cure,
I can't imagine anything more evil.

If our victim was attempting to avail himself
of this cure, it could be why he was killed.

I will speak to the sisters, but
I'm sure they would have come to me

if there had been
any attempt to molest them.

I found this in the garden as well, where I
believe the victim was rendered unconscious.

Do you know who it belongs to?

No, but I'll ask and see
if anyone has lost theirs.

Also... we found blood in the garden,
no doubt the victim's.

But it's reasonable to assume that the
killer was splattered during the attack.

And? I've sent some of my men to the convent to
search for any items of clothing. You did what?

The killer is not among us, Will, and I insist
that you stop this unseemly pursuit of yours.

I will have my men return
to the station...

once they have completed
their duties.

Sir...

.. there's been a development.

Ah, sir, there you are.

We found it in the convent laundry.

A man's undergarment.

I believe I need
to visit the rectory.

This was found in the convent.

Yes, that's mine. I usually leave my laundry
at the convent for the nuns to attend to.

You'll note that
there's blood on it.

Detective, it's my blood.

Here, I'll show you.

Self-flagellation is performed as a religious
discipline, or as penance for wrong-doing.

Which is the case for you,
Father Hoobin?

That is between myself and God.

No. No, that is between you and the
constabulary. I will be needing your answer.

My answer is that I told you
I was visiting the bishop.

Check with him.

Will, I'm so glad you're here. We
left on unpleasant terms yesterday.

Don't worry about that. The angel spoke
to Sister Catherine again this morning.

Come.

Sister Catherine.

The cross is lost.

What cross? Lost where?

The garden.

She must be referring
to the crucifix that you found there.

But no-one told her.

Do you believe now?

Sister Catherine,

whose voice did you hear?

Mary of Magdala.

And no-one else?

Sister?

Sister Catherine?

My cross. Help me find...

Oh, dear God.

Sisters!

Sisters, we need help!

Sister Catherine.

You must convince her to eat. Starvation
and lack of water will kill her.

I suppose you've reasoned that her
condition explains her communion with God.

Susannah, she could die.

I should be taking her
to a hospital.

No, we'll see to her.

Have you lost your faith, William?!

You have a responsibility,
William. I have a responsibility.

So figure me this, George.

These papists believe in saints...

Catholics, Henry.
I think they prefer Catholics now.

OK. Well, these Catholics believe in
abstinence for their priests

because that brings them
closer to God. Yes, correct.

But those practicing abstinence
don't have children.

And so by Darwin's theory
of natural selection,

won't pass on their inclination
towards taking holy orders.

Pretty soon,
no-one wants to be a priest.

Are we running out of priests,
Henry? Is this a problem?

I mean, are we entering some sort
of world-wide priest shortage?

You're missing the point, George.

George!

Henry! Can you hear my voice?

Yes, sir. Are you trapped
underground, somewhere?

No, no!

Follow the sound of my voice
until you see a clay pipe!

Just follow my voice.

Sir, I think we've found you!
The pipe leads out here.

Are you where the murder
took place? Yes, sir.

I hardly think that Sister Catherine's
conduit to God was a drainage pipe.

It's part of an old plumbing system.

Very efficient at conveying sound.

It must have been covered up
in the last renovation.

So all of this time she was hearing
conversations in the garden?

And most likely the murder as well.

And the killer, or killers,
speaking after the fact.

I need to talk to her again.

We're just nursing her back
to health. She's in no condition.

Susannah, these divine messages could
be the key to solving this murder.

Well, I keep a written record
of the messages.

That will have to do.

Detective?

Sir, I spoke with the bishop, he confirms that
on the night of the murder he and Father Hoobin

discussed a plan to repair the church in Millbrook
- Hoobin's home town.

So he can't be our killer. Yes, sir, but
strangely Father Hoobin had with him $950

which he just gave the bishop
to go towards the repairs.

Really. Where does a priest
get money like that?

Well, good question, sir.

The other strange thing is that
the wife of the dying parishioner

that Hoobin had visited prior,
said he left their house at 9pm.

The bishop said Father Hoobin
didn't arrive

until a quarter of ten. That trip should have
taken 20 minutes, not 45. I wonder what delayed him.

After I left the parishioner's,
I stopped here at the rectory

to pick up some documents
and then I carried on my way.

I see.

If I may, how is it you came into nearly $1,000 to
give to the church in Millbrook? It was my inheritance.

I'd been saving it for a good cause.

That's very commendable. Detective
Murdoch, I didn't kill that man.

I wasn't at the convent.

I believe you were.

You encountered Father Logan, realised that
he was an impostor, so he attacked you...

to silence you.

Invent any scenario you like.
What about the self-flagellation?

Wasn't it over the guilt you
felt for committing murder?

I do have guilt, yes,
but not for that reason.

I believe I've lost my faith.

Is your first name William?

Yes, it is.

You were in the convent garden
earlier today.

A woman asked you if you'd lost your
faith. Who was it? Sister Theresa.

No. A novice would never address
a priest by his first name.

She and I became friends.

In the most ironic of ways, she is
discovering her faith just as I am losing mine.

You and Father Hoobin had a
conversation in the garden earlier today.

Yes.

He says he found you there alone.

Were you looking for this?

That's not mine.

This is.

Sister Theresa...!

Sister Bernadette.

What seems to be the trouble?

Nothing important. I'll come back.

Thank you.

Sister Bernadette...
What has you so upset?

I received a scolding
from the Reverend Mother.

Somehow she heard about us
wagering on card games.

Excuse me.

Hello Detective...

Sister St Anthony.

We're burying Sister Ignatius later today,
and this morning I went to see all was ready.

Her rosary is missing from her body,

crucifix and all. And I think it was stolen

What's this, then?
Quotes from the drainpipe?

Yes, sir.

I'm convinced the solution to
this crime is here, somewhere.

I believe Sister Catherine overheard a series
of conversations, including one with the killer.

But before her seizure,
Sister Catherine said,

"My cross. Help me find...

".. it. "

In that case,

perhaps it's referring to the
crucifix that I found in the garden,

and if so, she may have overheard the killer,
still at the scene of the crime, looking for it.

And speaking to a third party?
Exactly.

Sirs? We've had a response to the
photograph that we sent around.

It seems our
victim's name is Tommy Tasker.

He was arrested a month ago for bank robbery,
but escaped while being transferred to court.

This was in Toronto?
Uh, no sir, in Millbrook.

Father Hoobin's home town.

Millbrook's barely a hamlet.

Tommy Tasker and Father
Hoobin must have crossed paths.

Father Hoobin,
do you recognise this man?

All I know is
he called himself Father Logan.

His real name is Tommy Tasker.
Does that name sound familiar?

No.

Father, I have a telegram here
from the Millbrook Constabulary.

It pertains to an attempted robbery
nine years ago, on July 17th, 1889.

Could you please read the
names of the co-accused?

Tommy Tasker and Billy Hoobin.

We were altar boys,

but we started getting into trouble.
We ran together for a few years.

But after I decided to become a priest

I never saw Tommy again until...
he showed up in that grave.

For the last time,
I didn't kill him.

Why did you lie about knowing him?

Father William Hoobin, you are under
arrest for the murder of Tommy Tasker.

Susannah...

What brings you here?

It is true you've arrested
Father Hoobin for the murder?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

William...

I can't let an
innocent man hang for my sin.

YOUR sin?

Father Hoobin didn't kill that man.

I did.

It was dark. After vespers I...
went for a walk before retiring.

Sister St Ignatius was
very much on my mind.

She was like a mother to me.

Reverend Mother,
please - the circumstances.

I was in the garden,
when Father Logan

or... Tommy Tasker, as you say,

rushed up behind me
and threw me down.

He...

Did he interfere with you?

He tried.

I managed to push him off briefly.

I grabbed a shovel,
and hit him with it.

He fell,

but then he got back up again.

And the next thing I knew, I had a stone
angel in my hand and he was on the ground.

Susannah...
you acted in self-defence.

Why not simply tell me
this from the beginning?

I killed a priest, Will.

Or at least, I thought he was one.

Who would believe that a priest
could commit a sexual assault?

Not the Archdiocese,
or the Holy See -

and most certainly not the police.

So the voices Sister
Catherine heard, were...?

Mine and Tasker's.

And in all this, your
crucifix got torn off.

Yes.

I looked everywhere for it, but...

So I took Sister St Ignatius's
as a replacement, I'm ashamed to say.

So when you were searching for
the crucifix in the garden,

who was it you said "Help me
find it" to, who wasn't Tasker?

There was no-one else there but me.

So no-one helped you carry Tasker's
body to the grave and dump it in?

No.

Susannah...

.. I believe Sister Catherine
heard a voice

calling out
to a third party for help,

saying, "My cross.

"Help me find it. "

There was someone
else there with you.

Sister Catherine was delirious.

You said so yourself. It was just me.

I'd killed a man, Will,
I was frantic.

I checked for a pulse, but...

it was too late.

I didn't know what else to do.

Tasker wasn't dead
when he was buried.

If you checked for a pulse,
you would have found one.

Well, if he was near dead, then his pulse
would have been weak. Reverend Mother...

you're lying.

Listen, Murdoch -

if your sister won't tell
us who the accomplice is,

we're just going to have to
figure this out for ourselves.

Could be this third party's the killer, and
that Susannah was only involved after the fact.

That distinction is less than
comforting, sir, but... I agree.

Susannah appears to be
protecting someone.

Tasker knew that Father Hoobin
was Chaplain to a convent.

If Tasker really was after the virgin cure,
it would make sense that he would go there.

He stole some of Father Hoobin's
vestments from the rectory while

Hoobin was at the
parishioner's house.

That makes sense.
So what's your problem?

Sir... What? A cross...

Sir, a Catholic nun loses her
crucifix in the middle of a garden.

Why does she call it a cross?

Doesn't make sense. No. It doesn't.

Unless that nun was raised
as an Anglican.

For my salvation is near to come,
and my righteousness to be revealed.

Blessed is the...

Sisters...

Sister Theresa.

May I see your rosary, please?

Of course.

Hmm...

This has years of wear.

It belonged to Sister Ignatius,
didn't it?

Sister Bernadette?

I was working the kitchen
when I heard a noise outside.

I went out and found Theresa
and the Father in a struggle.

He was on top of her, so...

I hit him with the shovel.

Then what? He still wouldn't stop -

so I picked up a stone angel...

Bernadette - please.

I was the one who hit
him with the angel.

He tried to rape me.

I thought he was going
to go after me again.

And you both decided to bury him.

The Father would have simply
disappeared,

to catch his train to Winnipeg
for all anyone would know.

But when we saw his hand sticking out
of the dirt the next day,

we realised... We thought he was dead
when we buried him,

Detective Murdoch.

You must believe that.

We're not monsters.

Why let the Reverend Mother take the blame for
what you had done and surely go to the gallows?

She insisted.

That time you saw me crying,
I had just told her the truth.

I pleaded with her
not to confess to our sins -

but she wouldn't hear it.

She said it was better this way.

This way, please.

Susannah, I don't understand.

Father Hoobin was entirely innocent
of any crime, Will.

Sisters Bernadette and Theresa were faced
with an agonising choice for survival's sake.

In each instance, my duty was clear.

We must sacrifice our own
interests to protect the innocent.

What are you hiding from me?

I must go now.
They'll be needing lawyers.

Glad to see this case wrapped up -

and with your sister no part in
the murder and so on and so forth.

But the thought of two nuns
swinging from a rope... well.

The case IS wrapped up, Murdoch -
right?

I suppose so, sir.
But it troubles me that once Tasker

was knocked to the ground, they
didn't simply run, or call for help.

Sister Theresa did not
need to finish him off.

Well, maybe not, but with something
like that... Sirs. Excuse me.

From the Millbrook Constabulary -
Tommy Tasker's complete file.

I've perused it and it is
enlightening to say the least.

Especially... this part.

Tommy Tasker was arrested for
seduction five years ago in Millbrook.

Seduction, huh? Promised marriage to a girl
to win her favours and then backed out, did he?

Yes, sir.

And the man who brought the charges against
Tommy Tasker was Billy Hoobin. What's going on?

Sir, the young woman that Tasker attacked
was a Mary Albert. From Bethany, Ontario.

"Mary of Bethany. " What's
Bethany got to do with anything?

Sister Catherine said that one of the
voices she heard was that of Mary Magdala.

The biblical Mary Magdala
was from Bethany.

Mary Magdala is Mary of Bethany.

And OUR Mary from Bethany...
is Mary Albert.

So who's Mary Albert?

The young woman Father
Hoobin lied to protect.

Have a seat.
Why is Sister Theresa here?

Oh, I think you know, Father.

Five years ago, Tommy Tasker
was arrested for seduction.

The complainant was one
Billy Hoobin,

and the alleged victim was
Mary Albert.

Sister Theresa -

that was the religious name you were
given when you became a novice, yes?

Yes. Father Hoobin,

the crime of seduction carries
with it a prison sentence.

Alerting the authorities
to an occurrence of seduction would

be an ideal way of ridding oneself
of a rival for a woman's affections.

Wouldn't it?

So what happened, then? Missy here
was free and clear of Tasker.

I reckon you offered
a shoulder to cry on.

But she didn't want you.

Still pining for Tasker, was she?

Alas, after a short stint in
prison, Tasker reunited with Mary.

Right about the time you left
Millbrook to study for the priesthood.

No-one likes being rejected,
Father -

but that seems a bit drastic to me.

So as the years went on, Tasker moved his way up
- from petty theft to bank robbery.

With his lovely Mary by
his side the whole time.

Most recently, Tasker stole nearly
$1,000 from a Millbrook bank.

Strangely, the authorities were
tipped off by an anonymous letter.

Tasker went to jail, Mary Albert
vanished... and so did the money.

Why don't you two take it from here?

Tommy was a brute.

Not at first, but then it started.

I realised I should have
been with Billy all along.

So you took the money and ran.

I needed to hide from Tommy, and I
knew that Billy would take me in.

When Mary showed up at my door two months
ago, I realised nothing had changed.

My love for her never died.

I wrote to the Holy Father
to be released from my vows.

We were planning to marry.

But then Tasker showed up?

On the other side
of the confessional.

He wanted the money, and...

I was going to give it to him
just to make him go away.

It was gone.

I'd hidden it in a tin box in the
garden, and when I took Tommy there

he saw that it was empty, and

he thought I'd lied to him.
He attacked me.

I'm sure if Bernadette hadn't come
along, he would have killed me.

So you killed him first,
while you had the chance.

It was him or me.

And fabricated the story
of the attempted rape.

I needed Bernadette's
help to hide the body.

She never would have if she'd
known that I killed a man on purpose.

Which you wouldn't have had to do
had I not... taken the money.

You took it?

What... That was our nest egg, Billy!
Why would you do that?

To absolve me of my sins, I hoped.

And to ease the guilt
of leaving the church.

I wanted Mary and I
to have a fresh start, yes -

but with a clean break
from the past.

If you hadn't done that,
none of this would have happened!

All Tommy wanted was the money!

Father Hoobin will be required
to testify against Sister Theresa.

And Sister Bernadette? We'll
petition the courts for leniency.

I doubt any judge will want to
punish her too severely.

But there will be
punishment of some duration.

This terrible business has
quite crushed our spirit here.

My heart is heavy
knowing the full truth.

It's not how I imagined our reunion.

I've spoken harshly to you at
times these last few days, Will.

I regret that.

You were in a difficult position.

Thank you.

It's my hope that we can
find time for each other now.

I know that there must
be many demands on you...

Will...

.. I will be returning
to the cloister in Montreal.

But we've only just...
found each other. I know.

I feel the same way.

Then why leave?

My reasons for
confessing to the murder were not

based solely on protecting those
that I assumed to be innocent.

The truth is...

.. God has called me home.

Called you home?

I've been unwell for some time.

And I haven't long.

You wondered why I hadn't
told you that I was in Toronto.

I didn't think that God
would give me the strength... No.

.. to tell my brother -
whom I love so deeply.

I hope that you will forgive me
for wanting to spend

my final days
in prayer and contemplation.

Can you forgive me?

Of course.

Come...

Pray with me.