Murdoch Mysteries

Well, this was a waste of time.

Not completely.

I haven't been camping since I was a boy.

It's nice to get out.

So that's our article?

Camping is a pleasant diversion.

You didn't think we were really going to

find anything supernatural, did you?

I was hoping.

Well, nature calls.

What was that?

Nature. Calling.

Or do you believe in spirits after all?

Do it well away from the tent this time, would you?

No! No! Please!

Gregory? Gregory?

Boo.

Very funny.

Who are you?

I'm not falling for that again.

Stand back! Leave me alone!

You can stop.

Gregory?

Who are you?

George is on thin ice with his landlady, apparently.

She believes he's been having overnight visits

from a certain lady friend.

So he thinks helping her with the roof this weekend

will allay her suspicions?

Since George and Effie can't come,

perhaps we should call it off.

No, William. It's a camping trip.

It'll be fun.

But it will just be you me.

Huh? Huh?

Who's ready for an adventure?

The six of us are going to have such fun.

Rock-climbing and foraging,

and cave-exploring.

Unfortunately, George and Effie are busy this weekend.

What a shame.

Still, more time just the four of us.

That's just what I was thinking.

Ruth is a bit nervous about sleeping in a tent.

I don't think she's ever actually been in one.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

She'll probably jump out of her skin

at the least little noise.

That's women for you. Isn't that right?

Huh? Huh? I'm right, yeah.

I hope the ride wasn't too rough on you.

Oh, no Hennie I'm made of tough stuff.

Where can I freshen up?

I'm sure we can find somewhere.

Seems like a fine town, doesn't it?

It seems like a town.

Perhaps we'll move to a place like this one day.

Oh, you have such a wicked sense of humour.

What's the shortest distance to the caves?

The map suggests going around the river,

but perhaps if we swung north?

Not very helpful.

What did I tell you about giving him a tip.

Oh, a tip!

I thought it was included in the fee.

I told you. I tell you every time.

We have this discussion every time.

Hello.

Beautiful town you have here.

We're from Toronto.

Good for you.

We're going camping up in the hills.

In a tent. For fun.

I'm William Murdoch. My wife, Dr Julia Ogden.

Hello.

I'm Fletcher Goss. My son, Eli.

If you folks come here to camp,

you come to the wrong place.

Why do you say that?

Plenty of reasons.

It's damp. It's rotten with bugs.

Black fly season, you know.

Drive you mad.

Black flies, this time of year?

- They're not the only thing. - Eli.

People who spend the night up there lose all sense.

The ones who remember.

The ones who are lucky.

I've lived in this town twenty years.

Never catch me up there.

Right, well, thank you, Gentlemen.

- Turn back. - Excuse me?

You should go back to where you're from.

Who are they?

From the city.

They shouldn't be here.

That's what I told them.

But you know people from the city,

they don't listen.

Isn't it beautiful?

Yes.

And it won't get any beautifuller further on.

So please tell me we're stopping.

I'm exhausted.

I suppose this is as good a spot as any.

Henry, collect some firewood and kindling.

Sir.

Oh, no, Henry, we're tramping.

You needn't call the Detective sir.

Out here in the woods you we're all equals.

Isn't that right, William?

I suppose.

Thank you, Willy. Will.

Butterfly!

Right.

We'll need to erect the tents facing each other,

with a distance of ten feet between them.

Ten feet?

Not twelve, or thirteen and a half?

Ruth!

Oh!

- Hennie! - Oh dear.

- Henry! - Yes.

- Are you hurt? - I'm all right.

Something broke my fall.

Something...

Oh!

Henry, you simply must stop falling off cliffs.

I hardly do it on purpose, dearest.

You appear to be not much the worse for wear, Henry.

Actually, I think I've put my back out.

Henry. Where are the tents?

I saw them roll down towards the river, sir.

I suppose they've been carried downstream.

Excellent.

Do you think an awkward fall from the cliff killed him?

I won't know until I examine him properly,

but there is a large amount of blood on his head.

Time of death?

Less than twenty-four hours.

Likely last night.

If he was wandering around in the dark,

he may not have seen the cliff edge.

I fell off the cliff in broad daylight, sir.

Yes.

He's not wearing shoes or a jacket.

It's rather odd if he was out wandering at night.

Julia, look.

Could that be his campsite?

Hello? Hello?

Perhaps he was camping alone.

He wasn't alone.

Hennie, we cannot stay here!

I don't know dear, they're just dead bodies.

They can't hurt us.

I know you're a man of the world, Henry.

But I am highly sensitive.

Rigor mortis suggests he died

around the same time as his friend.

That's a fair bit of blood around his head.

Perhaps they were killed in the same way.

You don't believe the other man died from the fall?

I have to examine the bodies.

What kind of bird are these feathers from?

Eagle?

Or wild turkey perhaps?

Rather large...

If only my Roger were still with us.

He was a world-renowned ornithologist.

He would tell us in the shake of a lamb's tail.

I didn't think he had much of a reputation

outside of Mimico.

Mimico is part of the world.

Sir.

Do you think the bird could have done it?

I highly doubt that, Henry.

Good Lord, it wouldn't surprise me.

You can never trust birds.

What's that?

Never you mind.

Mmm, something smells good.

What's for dinner?

What I'm cooking isn't for tonight.

It's for tomorrow night.

We always go out for our anniversary.

But this one is special.

So I thought I'd make us a feast.

All your favourites.

So what do we eat tonight?

Thomas, honestly, I just...

Stay there, Margaret!

Right! Which one of you did that?

I've told you all before, clear off!

You don't want to be messing with me.

Yeah?

The second man also suffered a heavy blow to the head.

Do you think he fell as well?

Or perhaps he was bludgeoned?

I can't be certain right now.

I'll need to wash them to get a better look.