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[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Is it done?

Yes.

Our friend is fodder
for the worms.

Good.

Let's go.

We're likely looking for
a shallow grave.

Murderers never dig deep.

They're in a hurry
to be rid of the body.

Or can't be bothered
to dig any further.

Let's try by the river.

Why?

It just seems a restful place.

Higgins, we're looking for
a burial site,

not a picnic spot, man.

JACKSON:
Over here!

I don't believe it.
[ Sighs]

Eureka.
Hal.

Congratulations,
Constable Jackson.

You've found our friend.

JACKSON:
[ Groans ]

Hal.

Thank you, Doctor.

I believe you gents owe me
5 cents each.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Chuckles ]

We made a little wager

as to who would find
your cadaver first, Doctor.

Good.

You've embraced the first part
of my training exercise

with enthusiasm.

Constables.

Miss James as well
as Miss Baxter and Miss Roy

from the Medical College
for Women.

They're joining us.

Once the constabulary
finds a body

buried under suspicious
circumstances,

medical inspectors or coroners
are called to the scene

to give their opinion.

Definitely deceased.

Definitely.

Thank you, ladies.

Medical inspectors should always
have an opportunity

to view the body
before it is moved.

It is their responsibility
to unlock the corpse's secrets,

some of which can only be
ascertained at the crime scene.

As constables and doctors
working together,

it is your task to determine
identity and time of death.

To that end,
collect whatever you need.

We should look for
insect activity and patterns.

Yes, and consider
the soil conditions.

What difference does it make
where the fellow was buried?

The presence of microorganisms,
moisture, and warmth

are all factors
that help determine

the rate of decomposition
and the time of death.

- Oh, God.
- Ugh.

Perhaps we should work
on the windward side.

That's a helpful idea.

[ Chuckles ]
I wish you luck.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Ladies?

Come down.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

I see not even
a decomposing corpse

could dampen your appetite.

I should say not.

Postmortems should never be
conducted on an empty stomach.

Mm.

I must say, a joint forensics
exercise on our land

is a brilliant idea, Julia.

Well, we'll see

what the constables and doctors
come up with.

When are the builders arriving?

Sometime this week, they claim.

- Oh. We'll be long gone by then.
- [ Horse neighs ]

Mm.

Whoa.

Oh.

Hello.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Good day.

Uh, good day.

Barry Biggs.
Frank Walsh.

You the new people?

Yes. William Murdoch.
My wife, Julia.

Hello.

Our family farms
are over yonder.

[ Chuckles ]
Farming accident.

Ah.

So were you planning on living
in this tent, then?

[ Chuckles ]

No, no.
We plan on building a house.

They the builders
out there digging?

Uh, no.

That's an experiment the
detective and I are conducting.

Oh, police, are you?

How much old Dawson
soak you for?

I believe we settled fairly.

BIGGS: I don't know
if this old place is worth much.

River overflowing the banks
every spring.

Best watch that.

Oh, I intend to build
a fair ways from the river.

Maples to the west there,
they'll need some pruning,

else the wind will put a limb
right through your roof.

Now, you are planning
on building a roof, I take it.

[ Laughter]

Oh, why such a foul odor
when it's a new corpse?

Well, Doc Ogden likely buried
the body shortly after death.

And I believe, uh, decomposition
doesn't begin in earnest

until it's exposed to oxygen.

Correct, Constable.

Can you take hold of this tape?
We need one more measurement.

Oh, here.
Allow me.

We can't let you ladies
put us to shame here.

Oh, God!
Oh!

I taste it! Oh!
[ Spits ]

CRABTREE:
Ugh.

Judging from the size of
the larynx, the cadaver is male.

From the remaining muscularity,

we deduce he was likely
a working man.

He was 5'11" in height.

- Are you sure?
- Quite sure.

We took careful measurement
of the long bones.

And his teeth suggest he was 35
to 40 years old.

So a tall man in his late 30s,
likely a laborer.

Yes.

Well, that is
a comprehensive description.

There's only one problem.

This is not the cadaver
I buried.

But you marked the burial site,
did you not, Doctor?

Of course.

Animals or weather
likely moved it.

William, Detective Watts.

I heard you found
an unidentified corpse.

I was hoping to take a gander.

- Male or female?
- Male.

Oh.
So I see.

Detective Watts
has been on the hunt

for a number of missing women.

Some of them have been gone
a considerable amount of time.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

That's all right.

It means people I am searching
for may still be alive.

Youth and optimism.

It's a delightful combination,
Detective Watts.

Though not helpful
in this instance.

Good day.

So, ladies, who is this?

DR. OGDEN:
I have no idea.

But it seems
he was beaten to death.

Multiple fractures on his skull
and defensive injuries.

He put up quite the fight,

judging by the severe blows
to his hands.

From the size and shape
of the contusions,

they were inflicted
with some force,

likely with a hammer.

So we have an unidentified
murdered man

buried on our land, Julia.

Any idea
how long he's been here?

At least a year, I'd say.

We'll work on establishing
a more accurate time of death.

We'll conduct the postmortem
right away, Miss James.

Out here?

We may as well take advantage
of the fresh air.

My students still have
a body to find.

Mm.

CRABTREE:
Indentations in the land

are a clear sign of the grave,
but so, too, can be vegetation.

The detective once found
a body...

Or skeleton, I suppose...

By observing a non-native plant
amongst the wild species.

But the dead are dead,
beyond help.

Caring for the living
interests me far more.

Well, then why are you here,
may I ask?

I needed an excuse
to avoid a wedding.

Well, I'm telling you...

There's nothing more satisfying
than solving a murder.

Just last year, we found
these gold-plated statues

that turned out to be
human bod...

Look here.

See these flowers?

They're the only ones
of their kind in this area.

The soil here is richer,

possibly fertilized
by organic matter.

Like a rotting corpse?

You're a quick study,
Miss Baxter.

[ Birds chirping ]

I don't recall burying the body
this close to the river, Julia.

Yes, well,
according to the neighbors,

the shoreline changes
every year.

Sir.

What have you?

Looking at the size
of these boots,

I would say
we're looking at a man.

It's not him.
This is not my cadaver.

- Are you sure, Julia?
- Yes.

The body I buried
wasn't wearing boots.

What else are we gonna find?

What do you have there?

A bullet.

Murder, then.

Sir, it seems somebody is making
foul use of your land.

DR. OGDEN:
Indeed.

It seems we're harvesting
bodies.

[ Birds chirping ]

Observations?

As this one is a pile of bones

and the first body
much less decayed,

it would appear
that they were killed months,

if not years, apart.

REBECCA:
There are furrows in the soil

from the maggots leaving
in droves

after polishing off the flesh
of the corpse.

Two dead bodies, William.

Who did you say you bought
this land from?

A man named Dawson.
I never met him.

His lawyer handled
the transaction.

George, I'll need your
assistance at the station house.

Sir.

Let me know how you fare
with an identity

and time of death, Doctor.

Oh, throwing down
a rather large gauntlet,

wouldn't you say, Miss James?

Indeed.

Constable Jackson.

Yes.

Constable Crabtree suggests
we keep looking

for Dr. Ogden's missing cadaver.

Yes. Great.
I'm... Yeah.

I'm... I'm ready.

Excellent.
Let's get going.

There you go.

Wait.

You're leaving me
with a constable

who does nothing but leer?

Oh.
Thank you very much.

JACKSON:
He's not all that bad.

You just have to give him
really clear instruction.

I have a better idea, Anne.

We work on the soil research

and use the constables
to tramp around the land.

Sorry to desert you.

Shall we, Constable?

Yes, we shall.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

All of this area
north of the city

would have been settled
by farmers in the 1840s.

As the city began to encroach
in the last decade,

developers started to buy up
the land,

including, I expect,
our Mr. Dawson.

From everything I hear, sir,
he seems a slippery fish,

always hiding behind his lawyer.

Hm.
How long did he own the land?

Three years.

He owes money left and right,
Sir.

What's more,
he skipped out on his landlord.

Right.
Try to find him.

Sir.

Perhaps your neighbor would know
something about him.

That would be...

...Alvin Nash.

Mr. Nash.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Oh, you bought
the place up the road.

- Yes, I did.
- So we're neighbors.

Well, eventually.

Uh, we haven't broken ground
yet.

Oh, this is, uh,
this is my wife, Mavis,

my daughter, Dorothy.

- Afternoon, ladies.
- Good day.

Mavis doesn't say much.

We're doing our best
to keep her happy.

- Aren't we, Dorothy?
- We are that.

Um, Mr. Nash, if I may...

What do you know
about Mr. Dawson,

the previous owner of my land?

Dawson.
Well, he kept to himself.

Why are you asking?

Well, we discovered two graves
on the property.

You don't say.
On the Dawson land?

Yes.

See, Dorothy?
What did I tell you?

I always thought there was
something funny about him.

What do you mean?

Dawson hardly ever came up here,

but when he did,
it was at night.

We seen him one time,
Dorothy and me,

lifting something heavy
off a wagon.

What was it?

I don't know.
It was wrapped in a tarpaulin.

When was this?

That would have been just after
I got out of the sanitarium.

That was two years ago,
maybe longer.

Did you not suspect anything?

His business, not mine.

Who ever thinks a neighbor
is burying bodies?

[ Cow lows in distance ]

[ Door opens ]

That's, uh, Frank and Barry.
They're good lads.

They help me keep
the place going now.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

WOMAN:
Out of the way! Out of the way!

I'm walking here!

- Miss Cherry?
- [ Engine shuts off ]

Oh, for the love of...

Hello, Constable Crabtree.
Do you like it?

I do.

I'm the proud owner...
Almost, that is.

I'm on a trial drive.

This must cost a fortune.

It does,
but it's still a bargain.

The owner only wants $100.

$100??
That's far too cheap.

There must be something wrong
with it.

I thought it was
too good to be true.

Well, at least I got to take it
for a spin.

I look pretty good behind
the wheel, don't you think?

You do.

You know, maybe somebody
could take a look at it,

take a peek under the hood.

Who?

I just might know someone.

Must be quite rewarding,
you saving people.

I'm not quite a doctor yet.

I still have a residency
to complete.

But my studies are finished.

Hm.

[ Birds squawking ]

- Can I ask you a question?
- Certainly.

What do you know about dropsy?

Dropsy.
Such an odd word.

Um, it's swelling

caused by accumulation of fluid
in the body.

Usually happens because the
heart isn't pumping efficiently.

Heart.
I see.

Quite difficult to treat,
unfortunately.

Hm.

Oh.

Clumsy oaf.

Wait.
The...

An indentation is exactly

what Constable Crabtree said
to look for.

Hand me that spade.

Fascinating.

Let me guess.
This still is not your corpse.

Nope.
Not mine.

This looks like
a more recent burial, Doctor.

Puncture wounds to the abdomen.

A better name for your body farm
might well be Murder Farm.

The bullet in the skeletal
corpse was from a hunting rifle.

His left femur was broken
in two places, likely premortem.

Really?
Strange.

The next one to die was
the very first body we found.

Beaten to death,
but he put up quite a fight.

The third victim was only buried
in the last month or so.

So after we purchased the land,
Julia.

He was stabbed with a pitchfork,
judging by the puncture wounds.

One of the tines was shorter
than the others,

worn down by use, no doubt.

Hmm.

MAN:
Unload here, lads.

What's that?

Oh. The builders.

MAN:
That's good.

MURDOCH:
Uh, excuse me.

I'm sorry,
but, uh, there's a problem.

Well, you did book us
to start today.

I understand that,
but unfortunately,

this land has become the site
of a police investigation.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So, why did you
ask about dropsy?

You seem too robust
to have heart problems.

Uh, no, it's not me.

My, um... my wife died
some years ago.

Oh, no.
I...

They said it was to do
with her dropsy.

I didn't know what that was.

I suppose they didn't explain it
to me

because they didn't think
I'd understand.

What?
[ Sighs]

That's no way to treat
a bereaved husband.

She never did have
a strong constitution,

so her passing
wasn't a surprise.

Sweet girl, she was.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for the explanation.

It's a comfort to know.

Constable Jackson.

JACKSON:
Huh.

There appears to be a lot
of animal activity right there.

I wonder what they're after.

[ Exhales deeply ]
Finally.

Congratulations, you two.

If you don't mind me asking,
Doctor,

where did you get him from?

The subject saw the value

of donating his body
to scientific research.

So let's make good use of it.

You know, I'm not sure

that there are no more bodies
yet to be found, Constable.

Then perhaps we should
keep looking, Miss Baxter.

Please call me Anne.

Mr. Dawson.

Detective Murdoch.

Uh, has your lawyer explained

why you're being questioned
today?

Something about the land
I sold you.

Judging by your demeanor, maybe
I should have brought him along.

You owned the property
for three years.

Yet you never built on it.

The city's moving north.

I thought it was
a good investment.

Land prices haven't increased
significantly.

So why sell?

To be truthful, my vision tends
to exceed my business acumen.

Is this why I'm here?

We're investigating
three murders.

Three bodies were buried
on that land.

Bodies?

And you think I had something
to do with it.

Did you?

Look.

I've, uh, dodged the law...
Taxes and that.

But I'm no murderer.

I hardly went near the place.

There have been reports that you
were seen there late at night.

Explain that.

I'm a bit of an amateur
astronomer.

Sometimes I'd drive up there
with my telescope

to look at the stars
without the lights of the city.

And while you were there,
did you ever witness

any disturbances
on the property?

It was usually dark as pitch.

Of course.

Can you think of any reason

why someone would bury bodies
on my land?

Could have something to do
with the Hobbins family.

Who are they?

They were one
of the first families up there.

Had a place further north.

Thought they owned
the whole county.

Liars and cheats
by all accounts.

No reason to think
they'd stop at murder.

Do they still live there?

I don't know.

But I'd stay clear
if I were you...

...badge or no badge.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Goat bleats ]

Excuse me.

What?

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I have nothing to say
to the police.

Is this the home
of a William Hobbins?

Get a judge's warrant.

Sir, you likely met Minnie
Hobbins, William's daughter.

By all accounts, she's a real
chip off the old block.

I anticipate no shortage of
color in their history, George.

Indeed not, sir.

Uh, they have cut a swath
of violence and intimidation

since they arrived from England
in 1870.

They set up house
in the north part of the county

and just decided it was
their own personal fiefdom.

Any arrest record?

Plenty of arrests, sir...
Robbery, intimidation,

suspected in a number
of violent homicides.

But no jail time until recently.

What happened?

Well, just 2 1/2 years ago,

William and his two sons,
Patrick and Daniel,

were finally sentenced
for illegal liquor running.

They're all locked up
in Kingston Penitentiary now.

Well, it seems we may have found
our murderers.

Off to Kingston, then.

Right.

Yes, George?

Sir, I was just wondering if you
needed any further assistance.

Uh, Miss Cherry had asked me
to assist her

in the purchase
of an automobile.

Miss Cherry?

The reporter, sir.
Surely you remember her.

Yeah.
Of course I do.

She seems full of bright ideas
and energy, George.

An auto suits her.

Yes.
Indeed it does, sir.

Right.

[ Birds, insects chirping ]

There is a species of moth
which hatches in open wounds.

In the process, it excretes
a mucus which seals the lesion.

Preventing other insects
from entering.

Which would explain why there's
so little insect activity

in such a recent corpse.

Yes.

And yet it still gives us
no further insight

as to when the third victim was
killed or when he was buried.

I wonder if the students
are having more luck.

I'll see.

Miss Roy.

We're testing each soil sample,

measuring the moisture retention
of the different types of soil

in which the bodies were found.

Any results so far?

It's too premature
to draw any conclusions.

Happy though I am to be working
with you, Miss Roy,

I-I don't know why you're
having me repeat this test.

What's the complaint now,
Constable?

Well, this soil from Dr. Ogden's
body site, it's... it's clay.

It's the same type of soil
the first body was found in.

It's a waste of time
to repeat the test.

So the two corpses were found
in the same kind of soil?

That's what I just said.

Katherine, do you know
what this means?

Yes.

We can work out a timeline for
when the first body was buried.

What are you talking about?

I can find out from Dr. Ogden
when her subject died

and the exact date
she buried it.

That will give us a baseline

to calculate the rate
of decomposition in clay soil.

And we may be able to find out

when the first victim
was murdered.

[ Exhales deeply ]

We have covered the property
several times over,

and I have dug up
every indentation

and unusual piece of vegetation
we have come across.

Perhaps there's a body
in the river.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry to disappoint,

but I don't think there are
any more bodies to be found.

You know, I think forensic work
could be my calling.

That would be a terrible waste,
if you don't mind my saying.

You don't think
I would be good at it?

No. No.

I think, given your
determination and thoroughness,

I think you'd be
quite excellent.

But you have a special way
of dealing with the living.

How do you mean?

You talk to people
like they're people.

It's a rare thing for a doctor.

Well, I will take that
as a compliment, Constable.

My name's Augustus,
but I prefer Gus.

So, Gus, you're sure
there are no more bodies?

Quite sure.

LOUISE: Well, George,
you really are a dark horse.

I had no idea you had
such an entrepreneurial streak.

Oh, it's really
just a sideline.

No, it's a stroke of genius
on your part.

No one knows how to fix autos.

Well, Sam's the brains, really.

I'm just more
of a silent partner.

Don't be so modest, George.

Bloom and Crabtree.

"Crabtree and Bloom"
has more of a ring to it.

It's funny you should say that.

What do you think, Samuel?

How much is the seller asking?

$100.

[ Whistles ]

Am I being handed a lemon?

You found yourself a steal.

Runs like a top.

If you don't buy it,
I'll snap it up myself.

Excellent.

- Thank you, Samuel.
- My pleasure.

I'm just glad you brought
this beaut by

for me to take a look at.

Is he always so forward
with his customers?

I think he was actually talking
about the automobile.

Oh.

Shop talk.
I get it.

The secret language
of mechanics.

You know, I believe this garage

could be the making of you,
George.

It seems likely
the Hobbins family

buried their victims
on our property.

Where we're building our home?
How charming.

Though there is some irony
to it, don't you think?

That a detective and
a city coroner should buy land

that's being used
as a disposal site for bodies?

Ironic for us, yes.

And unfortunate
for the perpetrators,

albeit ones already in jail.

Yes, and when I meet them,

I intend to find out
just who their victims were.

Though there's something wrong
with the timeline, William.

Of course.

If the Hobbins
are securely behind bars

at Kingston Penitentiary...

Then how did they bury
their last victim

only a few months ago?

[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

- Mr. Bruce.
- What do you want now?

Still miss your wife?

I didn't...
Until you brought her up again.

Sorry for that.

Now all I want
is for her to come back.

Do you believe she's alive?

I don't know.

That's what I'm trying
to find out.

She was seen
with two other missing women.

So far I've had little luck

ascertaining any
of their whereabouts.

Likely moldering in a grave
somewhere.

Likely, but not definitely.

Mr. Bruce,
are you still in possession

of your wife's belongings?

I haven't thrown out a thing.

I haven't had the heart.

Can I take a look?

I suppose so.

I miss her something terrible.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

George.
What brings you here?

Sir, I hate to bother you
at home,

but there's no point
in you traveling to Kingston.

What do you mean?

The Hobbins are not incarcerated
in Kingston Penitentiary.

I spoke to the warden there.

What's more,

there's no record of them
ever having been there.

Were they sent
to a different prison?

Sir, there are no inmates
by that name

in any prison in the province.

Well, George, there's a record
of their conviction.

I know, sir.
I don't understand, myself.

Unless they escaped
before being transported.

Well, if that were the case,

we surely would have heard
about it.

Yes.
Surely we would have.

So you're telling me
we have a family of criminals

on the loose.

Perhaps with plans on burying
more bodies on your land, sir.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I believe Miss James and I
have gleaned all that we can

from the bodies.

Are we interrupting?

We have the results
of the soil testing.

Not at all.
What have you?

We measured water retention
in the soil from each grave.

The more water retained,
the wetter the soil.

Creating an opportunistic
environment

for tissue decomposition.

As I've learned from Miss Roy,

we discovered three
distinct environments.

The first body was found
in clay soil.

Clay holds water unless there's
very good drainage,

which there was
at the first burial site.

And the skeletal body was buried
in very moist soil.

A cubic foot of that soil
retained two gallons of water.

The third body, however, was
found in sandy soil and subsoil,

much drier conditions.

And the grave was on
higher ground and in full sun.

It was also wrapped
in a blanket.

Dramatically different
conditions.

Yes.

Ones that could substantially
affect decomposition.

Good work.
Thank you.

The body found in the wet
conditions would have decomposed

faster than the one in the hot,
dry environment.

Hot and dry would have slowed
the process.

These victims
could have been killed

within a much smaller window
than we first thought.

Have you been able to establish
their ages?

Yes.
We examined the teeth.

Judging from the condition
of the enamel

and the remaining molars,

the skeleton was that
of an older man,

and the other victims
were likely in their 30s.

Hm.

I believe the Hobbins family
remains

at the center of this mystery...

...but perhaps in a different
way than we first thought.

[ Birds chirping,
goat bleating ]

You again.

You recognize these?

Pair of old boots,
it looks like.

Yes.
Do they belong to your father?

If you say so,
I suppose they do.

Where are your father
and brothers now?

Last time I saw them,
they were getting hauled off

to the Kingston prison.

Did you ever visit them there?

Why would I do that?

Miss Hobbins,
I'm sorry to say this,

but I believe your father
and brothers are dead.

He die with those on or off?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

George, the warden you spoke
with at Kingston Penitentiary...

- How long had he been there?
- Not that long, sir.

The previous warden
had just retired.

That's who we need to
speak with.

Find him.

Right.

Everything in here is Muriel's.

I kept it
for when she came back.

I tried getting rid of it
a number of times, and...

And you never could.

It's good to have faith.

I went to the police a couple
of days after she disappeared.

They never did anything.

They said it was my fault
she ran off.

Aside from her blond hair,

anything you can tell me
to help identify her?

You think she might be dead.

I don't know.

[ Sighs]

Well, um, she has a birthmark
on her right calf.

It's shaped like an hourglass.

What do you know about this?

It's her book.

She wasn't much of a reader.

It'd take her a couple hours
to get through a page.

But the last few days
I was with her,

she was never without it.

WATTS: What can you tell me
about your wife's cousin...

Caroline McGovern, isn't it?

[ Sighs]

Well, not much.

Last I heard,
she was working in some tavern.

May I keep this?

How much did the Hobbins
offer you to let them go?

Enough to retire on?

Where did you get that idea?

You were the warden
at Kingston Penitentiary

when William, Patrick, and
Daniel Hobbins were sent there.

Yet there's no record of them
whatsoever.

You were the only person
who had access to those records.

You made a deal to let them go.

You're wrong.

I had as little to do with them
as I could.

Then who did you take money
from?

Money?

How dare you suggest?

I wouldn't take a penny
from that poor man.

From whom?

Alvin Nash.

Alvin Nash.
The neighbor?

-What does he have...
-I was happy to help

any way I could
after what he told me.

I-I'm afraid I don't follow,
Sir.

Did you not know what they did?

Those Hobbins burned down
Nash's barn.

Revenge over
some old land dispute.

Nash's boy was killed
in the fire.

Fourteen years old he was...
Still a lad.

His wife was so grieved,
it drove her mad.

But how did you know Alvin Nash?

We were both in a sanitarium
near Peterborough.

When?

Two years ago.

We got talking.

He learned I was the warden
at Kingston.

Terrible thing, losing a son.

Surely there was
an investigation.

[ Scoffs ]
Of sorts.

But those Hobbins covered
for each other,

said they were nowhere near
the place.

Nash got no satisfaction
from the courts.

They got away scot-free.
Can you believe that?

It was eating him up inside.

After many years,
he finally found a way

to get justice
the only way he could.

So you had the Hobbins released
to Mr. Nash.

How?

I told them they were part
of a special work detail,

and I escorted them
out of the prison.

Nash's wagon was waiting
for them outside the gates.

They climbed in.
Never suspected a thing.

That was the last I saw of them.

I will be charging you, sir.

Go ahead.

I'll never see the courts.

I'm dying.

So it doesn't matter to me
what you do.

I know I ended my life
doing one good thing.

Mr. Nash.

The Hobbins were neighbors
of yours for many years.

They were.

And there were disputes
between the families

going back all the way
to your father's days.

Is that correct?

Yes.

They were liars and thieves.

What do you know
of William, Daniel,

and Patrick Hobbins' deaths?

What about them?

Theirs are the bodies
that were buried on my land.

But then you already knew that,
didn't you?

I spoke with Warden Smith.
He told me what happened.

Whatever he did...

the burden should be on me,
not him.

That will be for the courts
to decide.

The Hobbins were vile,
terrible human beings.

Yes, I got them out.

Why?

So I could kill them.

It had to be done.

Well, they were locked up
behind bars, no danger to you.

[ Chuckles ]
For two lousy years.

Then they'd be released

and back to making our lives
a living hell.

It was my chance
to be rid of them for good.

So you took the law
into your own hands.

The law.

What'd the law do for my boy?

He was burned alive
by those animals.

My wife went into a grief
she'll never come out of.

Somebody had to stop them.

And it wasn't just the Nashes
they picked on, either.

They were bullies
to the whole county.

How so?

Frank's hand wasn't injured
in any farming accident.

Hobbins boys crushed it.

Punishment for some
supposed theft.

They crippled Barry's horse
just for the fun of it.

He had to shoot her.

So you killed them to avenge
your neighbors as well.

They got what they deserved.
That's all I'm saying.

And where are
the murder weapons?

Pitchfork's in my barn.

And what of the other weapons?

I used Frank's hammer,
Barry's rifle.

Poetic justice for the injuries
they suffered.

Their bodies were buried
in three different graves.

Why not just one?

Took my time.

Locked them up.

Killed them one by one.

I'll be needing that pitchfork,
Mr. Nash.

Just let it be.

We're all better off
without them.

You murdered and buried
three men, Mr. Nash.

You're in no position to judge.

There's no question
the pitchfork matches

the wounds on the third body.

Then Mr. Nash's confession
closes the case.

But still...

Is something wrong?

The Hobbins were a family
of violent thugs.

Mr. Nash is an older man,

barely able to tend
to his own farm.

Where did he find the strength

to kill and bury
three grown men?

Revenge is a mighty fuel.

Dr. Ogden, Detective,

Miss Roy and I have done
some calculations

based on the rate
of decomposition.

The two corpses we found
buried in clay...

Our baseline
was the body you buried.

- Six months ago.
- Yes.

So accounting for
some physical differences

which might affect the result,

we've determined that the body
was buried two years ago.

That's excellent work,
Miss James.

That gives you your timeline
for the Hobbins murders.

Two years ago.
Are you sure?

It's actually
quite a conservative estimate.

It could be two years
and three months.

Why?

Well, Alvin Nash
should thank you, Miss James.

You've just handed
him an alibi.

MAN:
Yes, sir.

Watch your step, old man.

Get your hands
off me, sonny boy.

Is it common practice
to let murderers out of jail?

You're no murderer, Mr. Nash.

Don't be ridiculous.

You may have persuaded
the warden

to release the Hobbins men
to you.

But you didn't kill them.

Of course I did.

You were in a sanitarium
in Peterborough two years ago.

You're w ro ng!

I stuck that pitchfork in
Patrick Hobbins as sure as day.

Then I took care
of the other two.

Well, a pitchfork was used
for one of the murders.

But it wasn't in your hands.

Who are you protecting?

Who's the real killer?

Leave him be.

What do you know about
the Hobbins men, Miss Nash?

She doesn't know anything.

Miss Nash, you have something
you'd like to say?

You don't know
what they did to us...

Horrible things
I'm not putting a name to.

- Hush, Dorothy.
- No. I'm not staying quiet.

Look at her.

Look at my mother.
She's hardly human.

And my brother.

After what they did to him,

there wasn't even a body left
for us to bury.

Just ashes.

That's what they left us with...
Ashes.

She doesn't know
what she's talking about.

I'm not ashamed of what we did.

Who else, Miss Nash?

Gentlemen.

- What's going here, Alvin?
- ALVIN: Just business.

It's between me
and the detective.

Nothing to get involved in.

If you have a question
for Alvin,

you have a question
for all of us.

Severe blows to the hands.

Frank's hand wasn't injured
in any farming accident.

Hobbins boys crushed it.

His left femur was broken
in two places, likely premortem.

They crippled Barry's horse
just for fun.

Three killers
from three wronged families

exacting the same injuries.

DOROTHY:
I should have done that.

I should have set
Patrick Hobbins on fire.

The pitchfork was too quick.

Do you deny this, Mr. Walsh?

No one misses them.

Not even their girl, Minnie.

They would have terrorized us
till we were all crazy or dead.

No court will punish us
for doing what we did.

We did the right thing.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Doors close ]

Welcome to the neighborhood,
Detective.

[ Growls ]

"Police constable runs
auto garage you can trust.”

Hmm.

What do you think?

Uh, it... it's...
It's very well written.

The publicity is sure
to attract new customers.

What is it?

Well, it's not entirely true,
is it?

I mean, I don't run the garage.

Of course you do.

But I don't always. As I said,
I'm a... I'm a silent partner.

So you think Mr. Bloom could
have pulled it off on his own?

No, probably not.

George, it's a good idea

for you to be the face
of the business.

Everyone trusts
a police constable to be honest.

There'll be autos lined up
around the block.

You could even start
another shop.

I don't know what my bosses
will think about this.

Perhaps if it takes off,
it won't matter.

How do you mean?

In a year, you might
not even be a constable.

You could be running
a string of auto garages,

Crabtree and Bloom's.

Do you think so?

Certainly, George...

If you would just stop hiding
your talent.

Perhaps you're right.

And you're sure
there are no more bodies.

[ Chuckles ]

I believe Miss Baxter
and Constable Jackson

searched quite thoroughly.

Wouldn't want the builders
to find anything untoward.

They start again tomorrow.

It's hard to believe this is the
same idyllic setting you chose.

Given that we've found
murdered victims buried on it.

And we arrested
all our neighbors.

I don't think
that we should live here.

I couldn't agree with you more.

I'm so relieved
to hear you say that.

Oh, good. I'll put it
on the market tomorrow.

- [ Laughter ]
- WOMAN: Shh! Shh.

Hello?

- Uh...
- Dr. Ogden!

Miss Baxter.

Doing some final research,
I take it.

Yes.

Uh, sir, we, uh, we were
inspecting behind, and, um...

Constable Jackson,
I believe you may be needed

down at the station house.

- Mm.
- Yes. Going.

- Sir.
- With your clothes on.

Uh...
[ Chuckles ]

I'm r...
Mm.

[ Laughs ]

Well, I suppose a tent
is a rather romantic place.

Even if it's served as a morgue?

Well, the dead will never tell.

[ Laughs ]