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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.

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