All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S17E12 Wheel of Bad Fortune.e

- You're attending a
psychic fair, julia?

- You disapprove.

Margaret invited me
to go this afternoon.

I think it sounds
like a bit of fun.

- An art gallery, a
museum, can also be fun.

- It's an opportunity
to experience

Something different, william.

- Different than what?

- The same things we do
day after day after day.

There's no harm in
seeing the world

From a new perspective.

- Even if that
perspective is fraudulent?

The placement of the
stars cannot foretell

One's future, julia.

- Well, it's a good
thing you're not invited.

- I don't know why we haven't
rented out the salon before.

We're selling so many tickets.

- Are you sure this is
something we should be doing?

- Are you afraid of the occult?

- Not necessarily
comfortable with it,

But that's not the reason.

- Oh. Then what is it?

- The police.

They can very easily
shut us down, violet.

- I doubt that's
going to happen.

- They've done it before.

You may have more than one
job, violet, but I do not.

- Cassie, they won't.

And, besides, in three days,
we'll be making so much money,

Trouble will be the
last thing on your mind.

- This is the
devil's playground!

You don't belong here!

- Excuse me. This
is my establishment.

It is you who does not belong.

- And these are the
devil's instruments.

- You will leave right now, sir,

Or I will call the constabulary
to come and throw you out!

- You'll both burn for this.

- Be gone with you.

- What were you
saying about trouble

Being the last thing on my mind?

- He must have fallen
from here, sir.

- Hm. So it would seem.

- Is there any reason
to suspect foul play?

Appears this is a
death by misadventure.

- Ordinarily I would
agree with you, miss hart,

But I found this upon arrival.

- A tarot card?

- Not just any tarot card,

The death card,
more specifically,

And it was placed
right on the body.

- A psychic fair has rented
out my salon for three days.

- Oh, so you're the
reason they're here.

- Just running a
business, detective.

I'm sure the death and
the fair aren't connected;

Simply a coincidence.

- I don't believe
in coincidences.

Someone was definitely
sending a message

By placing this on the body.

I eagerly await your postmortem.

The landlord has
identified the deceased

As one erasmus scribbs.

- He was almost finished
his dinner, sir.

No sign of anyone joining him.

- Hm.

Mr. Scribbs wasn't
short on money.

- No witnesses to what happened?

- According to the landlord,
mr. Scribbs kept to himself

And paid his rent
on time each month.

- Is it possible he
just jumped, sir?

- It is.

But would he have jumped in
the middle of his dinner?

- Perhaps it wasn't
to his liking.

- What do you mean
you have a job?

- It's still a long way off,

But once I'm released,

I'll be a handyman at a
church on trinity street.

- Well, that's something to
look forward to. How wonderful.

- It is! And, um, it comes
with lodgings on site.

- Oh.

- I'll still come over,

Every Sunday, to have
supper with you and father.

- That would be nice.

- And in a few years,

Maybe you'll see me

As a lay brother,
serving the community.

- Why a lay brother?

- It allows me to
help the church

While continuing my path

As god's humble
servant on this plane.

- Whatever makes
you happy, bobby.

Now, I must go and meet julia.

We're going to the psychic fair.

- Mother, the occult?

Places like that are filled
with charlatans and con men.

- Well...

So is this place, dear,

And you seem to be
doing just fine.

- Bobby is well?

- Very much so.

He has plans for a future.

He's anticipating a
second chance at life.

- That's so good.
- Mm.

He's none too pleased

About me coming to
this event, though.

- Oh. He shares
william's sentiment.

- Ah. Ah! It would seem
they're not the only ones.

god knows the path!

Only god knows the path!

Ye should turn from these
devilish vanities unto god.

- We're more than capable

Of making our own
decisions, reverend.

- Reverend.

- Repent! Only god
knows the path!

God does not live
in this building!

- Oh! So lovely to
see you here, ladies.

- And you as well.
- Thank you.

- Such an exotic event!

That it is.

Enjoy your visit.

- Where should we
start? Astrology?

Tea leaves.
- I'm not sure.

oh.

How marvellous!

- It's basic science, actually,
achieved using potassium.

- Oh.

- You, madam, are the marvel.

- Me?
- Yes.

Your blue-violet
aura is arresting.

- My what?
- The luminous body

That surrounds
your physical form.

- Huh.

- Take this.

Throw it into the flames...

If you wish to see the future.

- Thank you, no.

- Are you sure, madam?

You have the gift.

- Gift?

- When you want the
answer to your question,

Throw this...

Into a hungry fire

And all will be revealed.

- I have no questions.

Shall we?

- He looks to be
between 45 and 55,

Relatively healthy,

Devoid of any surgical scars.

- So, nothing out of
the ordinary, then.

- Oh, he possesses all
the signs of a fatal fall:

Head trauma, broken pelvis.

- Could he have been involved

In an altercation
prior to the fall?

- Well, it's possible.

But I believe it was the
fall that killed him.

- So, no defensive wounds, then?

- None.

- He wore a... oh.

This ring has a rather
distinct stone in it.

- Ah, yes. It's
called a tiger eye.

Some people carry the
stone for protection

And to keep them safe from evil.

- Doesn't seem to
have worked here.

- Ah. Very good, detective.

- The ring looks very expensive,

And it wasn't taken.

Neither was any of
mr. Scribbs' money,

So I suppose we can
rule out robbery.

- I did find something
curious on his right shoulder.

- Hm.

Well, that's an
interesting tattoo.

I-I've seen this before.

This. Look.

See here on the flag?

- It's the same as the tattoo.

- Still think this has
nothing to do with your fair?

- Correlation isn't
causation, detective.

You taught me that.

- Touché, miss hart.

- I'll have more to tell
you about mr. Scribbs' death

After the internal postmortem.

- As will I.

After a visit to your fair.

- Is that man deceased?

- Very much so, I'm afraid.

He was found this morning,
not too far from here.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Uh, but what does that
have to do with me?

- Just to be clear:
You don't recognize

The man in this photograph?

- Uh, no.

- Um, this card was found
at the scene of the crime.

- The death card does
not mean actual death.

It's symbolic of a
change, an ending.

- This man very
much met his end.

- Mm.
- And this card appears

To match your deck.

I don't believe so.

- Then you won't mind checking

To see if your
death card is there?

- Well, that's...
That's not possible.

- It's not there?

- No.

- When did you last see it?

- During a reading last
night before dinner.

- Who else has had access

To this booth in
the past 24 hours?

- Anyone else who works
here. We don't feel the need

To lock things up.

- Can you account for your
whereabouts last night?

- I was at the hotel.

I had a late dinner with
friends and then I went to bed.

- Right. I'll need the name of
the hotel and the restaurant.

- Would I really leave
something at a crime scene

That would lead
police back to me?

I'm being framed.

- That's a good point.

But why would someone
want to frame you

For a murder of
someone you don't know?

- I'm a psychic, detective,

But I don't have
an answer for that.

- Hotel and restaurant, please.

- Oh.

She just got a little
bad news.

- I need to speak with
you about a murder.

- Oh, please, sit down.

- This won't take long.

- Your wife would want
you to have a break.

- How did you know I had a wife?

- Well, I can see your
love line on your palm

All the way over here. Oh!
And such beautiful children.

- We only have one.

- Not for long.

- All right. Just for a minute.

- My word! I've never
seen anything like this.

- What? What's wrong?

- Wrong?

Your life line is nothing
short of remarkable.

- My life line?

- Well, this here.

You are going to live a very
long and successful life.

- Will I be rich?

Or famous?

Both! And...

No harm will ever come to you.

Tell me more.

- No?

- William?

I didn't expect to see
you here, of all places.

- I didn't expect to be
investigating a murder.

Thank you.

- This crowd is very riled up.

- Indeed.

- Jiminy christmas!

Someone's looking to
cop a mouse today.

Who did that?!
- Stop! Stop!

- We are defending the faithful
and rejecting the evil.

We don't want you here!

- You have every right
to express your concern,

But violence of any sort
will not be tolerated

By the toronto constabulary.

Is that understood?

- I apologize.
Won't happen again.

- Is that a
handcrafted apothecary?

- Want to take a peek inside?

- Very much so.

- We've got some willow bark,

Whole cloves, rosehips,

Valerian and as a thank
you for your interest.

- I-I really couldn't.

- It's just a little
dried lavender.

- Oh!

- How lovely.

And we could put it
in susannah's crib.

Might help her sleep.

- It will surely do that.

- While I have you here,

Do you recognize this
man or his tattoo?

- No.

I do know someone
who can help you.

- Who?

- Charmion glass.

She's covered in tattoos
and she's right inside.

- Oh.

Thank you.

Hello.

I'm detective murdoch of
the toronto constabulary.

welcome.

What would you like to
see, know, or discover?

- Uh...

- Yes?

- Nice tattoo.

which one?

You're going to need to
be a little more specific.

- Perhaps we can get
into more specifics

Down at the station house.

Do you know this man,

Erasmus scribbs?

- Back in our salad days.

Dear mussy.

No longer on this mortal plane?

- No. He was found dead
not too far from your fair.

- I knew him as erasmus
galt many moons ago,

But he had many
lives and many names.

- He was a con man?

- Oh, he was much
more than that.

- What was your
relationship to him?

- We were followers
of aleister crowley,

Members of the...
The pneumatic order,

Or something like that.

- Hm. And did being
part of this order

Require you to have the tattoo

That I've observed on both
his shoulder and yours?

- To show our fealty,
our loyalty. Yes.

- I see.

Clearly, you are no longer
part of the organization.

Um, did you and
erasmus leave together?

- No. Mussy found god.

He worried that being
part of the order

Would hurt his chances
of getting into heaven.

- I see.

And where were you last night
between midnight and six am?

- Keeping company with horatio,

A gentleman who sports the most

Glorious imperial
moustache and goatee.

- Do you know of anyone who
may have wished erasmus harm?

- He had a wild
life when I met him.

It's possible he made
enemies that found him here.

I really couldn't say.

- Right. I'll be
looking into your alibi,

But, uh, in the meantime,

You are free to go.

- Bit of a peacock,
that one, eh?

- She knew the victim.

- Do you think she killed him?

- I don't know, but I
found her suspicious.

Has an answer for everything.

- Well, she's a fortune
teller, murdoch.

She probably knew what
you were going to ask

Before you did.

- What have you, miss hart?

- I've completed the internal
examination of the victim.

The results are consistent
with death from a fall

From a great height.

- Hm. Anything else?

- I did find chicken pot pie
and tea in his small intestine.

- That's the meal we
found in his apartment.

- There was one curious thing.

- Go on.

- His tea was made with
hallucinogenic mushrooms.

- Which could have caused
disorientation, vertigo.

Again, this could be a
death by misadventure.

- But there was a
long horizontal bruise

Across his back, even though
there were no defensive wounds.

What if he was facing a
killer on the balcony?

- His back pressed
against the handrail,

He's been drugged,
unsteady on his feet.

One good push could have
sent him off the balcony.

- Falling backwards
and landing prostrate

When he hit the ground.

- The killer then
walked downstairs,

Into the alley and placed
the tarot card on the body.

- But why the card?

- That's what I
intend to find out.

Oh! Excellent work, miss hart.

- Ah!

A little bit more, please.

And, uh, a little bit
more lemon, as well.

- Of course. The
earthiness of the tea

Can take a little
getting used to.

- Hm.

I just want my family
to be together.

And for my son to make
the right choices.

- You think he won't?

- I don't know.

Can you tell me?

- Of course.

Let's take a look.

- Ah!

That could've killed me!

- It's a good thing you
stopped when you did.

Looks like you got
god on your side.

- God has nothing to
do with it, tucker.

Nothing at all.

No harm will ever come to me.

- What?

- Oh!

oh. Hello.

Thomas?

thomas!

Oh!

Excuse me.
Have you seen my husband,

Inspector thomas
char-charles brackenreid?

Yorkshire accent.
About this tall.

And, oh! Wait!

This tall.

Julia!

Oh, julia!

- Oh!
- Julia, julia!

- Hello, margaret.
- Hello, hello, hello!

Have I ever told you...

Oh.

Have I ever told you

How wonderful I think it
is that you are a doctor?

A doctor!

- Margaret.
- Wha...?

- Your pupils are dilated.
I think she's been drugged.

- Drugged? How?
- No! I simply had the...

Most
wonderful conversation

With a tattooed lady

And everything is
going to be fine!

- Charmion glass at
the psychic fair?

- Yes! And...

We had the most delicious tea.

It just...
- Margaret?

What's going on?
What're you doing here?

- Well, what are
we all doing here

Is the question, isn't it?

- My office.
- Wha...?! Why?!

- Ooh.

The tea is made from mushrooms
with hallucinogenic compounds.

We also found it in
the victim's system.

- But nobody's trying to
harm margaret, surely.

- She didn't drink
enough to cause harm.

- She said charmion
glass gave it to her.

- The peacock you
interviewed earlier.

- Detective.

On our final sweep
of the crime scene,

We found this.

- Thank you.

A coin or money of some sort.

Seems familiar.

- The tiny hole on
top would suggest

It's a piece of costume jewelry.

- Fay radler's headdress.

It was adorned with several
of these flat discs.

- The tarot card reader.
She's looking quite guilty.

- Between that
and the death card

On the victim's body,
I'd say so, yes.

- But the tea in
the victim's stomach

Came from charmion glass.

- Do you think the two
women from the fair

Worked together to
kill your victim?

- That's possible.

- What's their motive?

- Let's bring them
in and find out.

Charmion glass,

You are under arrest for the
murder of erasmus scribbs.

- Detective murdoch,

This is beginning to
feel like a déjà vu.

- What's going on out here?

- Apparently, I killed someone.

sir.

- Very good.

Fay radler, you are
also under arrest.

- What? For what charge?

- For conspiring to commit
murder with miss glass.

Let's go.

- This is a witch hunt!

- We don't need this
evil in our city!

- Constable higgins,

Shut down this event
until further notice.

- What are you doing?
You can't close the fair.

- That's exactly what I'm doing.

- Our lord's work is done.

The devil's
playground is no more.

Thank you! The devil is rebuked!

Praise the lord!

- Why did you serve drugged tea
to the police inspector's wife?

- I serve it to all my clients.

I didn't know who
that church-bell was

When she sat down.

- Why do you drug
your customers?

- The tea helps them
relax and open up.

It's harmless.

- Well, it wasn't harmless
to your friend mr. Scribbs.

He had a large dose
of it in his system

When he was pushed
off the balcony.

detective,

How could a tiny woman like me

Hoist a grown man
over a balcony?

- Obviously, you had help.

Martha, grey as a mare.

Missing husband, wants him back.

- Well, she
shouldn't. He's a cad.

- Sarah, mole on right cheek.

Lost her job, wants to
move back to country.

- Some people should
never leave the farm.

Petey: Gouty leg, dead wife.

- Everyone wants to hear

From their departed loved ones.

Everyone.

- So is this how
you and charmion

Deceived your customers?

You learned personal
information about them in town,

Shared it with one another

And then used it in your
fortune-telling act?

- It's harder to do
in cities this big.

Better to stick to
the small towns.

- Hm.

So why did the two of
you decide to kill a man?

Did she serve him the tea

And you pushed him off the
balcony, or vice versa?

- Char and me working
together to kill someone?

You've read too many penny
dreadfuls, detective.

- You and mr. Scribbs
both had the same ring.

oh, erasmus,

You sentimental old fool.

- How long were the
two of you together?

- Married over seven years.

- And then what happened?
You had a falling out?

- We didn't always agree on
how to, uh, run the business.

You know, um, solve
certain problems.

- You lied to me
about not knowing him.

- I swear I had nothing
to do with his death.

- We found this
piece of your costume

At the scene of the crime.

How do you explain that?

- I, uh... I can't.

- Your alibi has
been unsubstantiated,

And all of the evidence
is pointing towards you.

- I'm innocent.

I swear it.

- Forgive me for being
blunt, miss radler,

But your word means nothing.

- What did I tell you?

perhaps you were right.

The fair did invite trouble.

- I don't believe those
women killed anyone.

- Oh, neither do I.

- That reverend seems
more capable of murder

Than those two.

- I agree.

Didn't he knock over one
of the vendor's displays?

- He did.

What are you thinking?

- What if it was an act?

A diversion to distract us

From what he was really
doing at the fair?

- What was he really doing?

- Stealing a card to
frame someone for murder.

- I know what church
he presides over.

It's on wellington.

- Well, let's go
have a chat with him.

- Let's.

- You think these two women
have been working together

For years just waiting
for the right time

To kill this fellow?

- If they knew toronto was
to be one of their stops

And that this erasmus
fella resided here,

Then it's not beyond reason.

- Did they appear
to be chummy to you?

- To be honest with you, no.
And I've yet to find a reason

Why they would commit
a crime together.

- Honour among
thieves, I suppose.

- Sirs.

I managed to track down
the mustachioed gentleman

That charmion kept
company with last night.

He confirms her alibi.

- Well, then, that
only leaves fay radler.

- I knew there was
something off about you.

- Off?

- A judgmental hypocrite

Who's secretly a soaker.

I am not.

You have me all wrong.

- It's no wonder you burst
into our place of business

Making yourself a nuisance.

You were drunk on
what? Moonshine?

- Violet, what is it?

- Cassie, call the station
house and tell them

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

- Arrest? For what?

- Murder.

- It's just tea.

- It's a fair bit more
than that, reverend.

Now, where did
you purchase this?

- At an apothecary
on birchgate avenue.

It's completely legal and...

Less potent than opium.

- Why do you drink it?

- It's the only thing
that alleviates my grief

Since my wife was murdered.

- Your wife was murdered?

- Yes. By a charlatan
posing as a psychic.

- By chance, is this the man
that you're referring to?

- That's him!

I wanted him dead, and
the lord delivered.

- You say your wife was
murdered by a charlatan.

What do you mean by that?

- Our son died after
a brief illness

And my wife never recovered.

She met this man

At a travelling fair

Who told her that she
could speak to our child

In the afterlife.

- And she believed him?

- Yes.

She claimed to have
heard his voice

Telling her that
he was all right.

And begging her to keep
coming back to talk to him.

- And she did.

- 'til the money ran out, yes.

And then they just
tossed her aside.

And when she could no
longer talk to our son...

She took her own life.

They may as well have
put the gun to her head.

- They?

- Crooks, thieves, scoundrels!

Just one big flim-flam family
profiting from people's grief.

- And this is guaranteed to put
a little extra pep in my step?

- It will indeed, sir.

- So, we're free to go?

- We've decided to
release you, for now.

- For now? Jiminy christmas!

What more do we have to
do to prove our innocence?

- It's standard procedure.

Just don't leave town.

- Thank you, detective.

- Miss hart, these people,

They prey on the weak.

Does that not give you pause?

- Well, I have a
lot of customers

Waiting to have
their fortunes told.

Excuse me.

- Detective murdoch!

How's that lavender
working for your child?

- Oh! Well, she's
sleeping like a...

Well, like a baby.

- Glad to hear.

- How are you feeling now?

- Embarrassed.

thomas was right.

It's all stuff and nonsense.

- Well, you couldn't
have known the tea

Would have that effect on you.

Why did you go back to the fair?

- I went to speak
to the pyromancer.

He said I had the gift.

Then the fortune teller
called out to me and...

I should
really get home.

- You sure you don't want to
talk about it a little more?

you're very kind,

But I need to get home

And forget this
day ever happened.

I feel silly for having
believed those people.

- Tucker, call the
station and let them know

There's a robbery in progress

At the corner of
nassau and spadina.

- Wh-what about
you? He's got a gun.

- No harm will come to me.

- Wha... Higgins!

- Stop! Police!

- Get away from me.

No.

- What are you doing?
- My job.

- Get away. Get away.

- See? Nothing to it.

- You're being charged
with the murder

Of erasmus scribbs.
Do you understand?

- I didn't kill him,

But I'm happy he's dead.

And for that, I
should be punished.

Sin is sin.

But I look forward
to being reunited

With my family in death.

Aren't you finished with me yet?

I told you I was ready
to accept my fate.

Tell me in detail...

The events leading up to
the death of your wife.

- It was over ten years
ago, but I remember it

Like it was yesterday.

- Erasmus...

Posed as a psychic

Who could channel
the dead, correct?

- Yes.

And the woman would find
vulnerable and grieving people,

Listen to their sad stories
and pass them on to him,

And he would use
them in his readings.

The woman would
hide under a table

Or behind a curtain,

Pretending to be
the dead relative.

- Do you know this for certain?

- I don't.

But...

My wife described
the voice of a child

Echoing out through the ethers

Reaching out to her
from beyond the grave.

- She believed she
was hearing your son,

But you think it was this woman.

- My wife would've done anything
to speak to her child again.

That's why she trusted
those charlatans.

- Oh, you made the
papers. Nice work.

- Sir, I believe the
reverend is innocent.

- But it all adds up.

Con man, dead wife,
reverend gets revenge.

Case closed.

- Respectfully, sir,
I have to disagree.

- How so?

- The reverend
stated that his wife

Was conned by a
husband and wife duo.

- And one of them is dead.

And if the wife was
the tarot card reader,

We know that she
didn't kill him.

That leaves the reverend.

- What if a third person
was involved in the scheme?

- Like who?

- The reverend said
that his wife heard

A child's voice, her son,

Speaking to her from
beyond the grave.

- A dead child did it?

- I need to have another
word with fay radler.

- Hm.

- You're back.

- I guess your curiosity
got the better of you.

- Has miss radler returned?

- No, haven't seen her.

- Sir, I need a word
with mr. Salazar.

- Henry, does this have
to do with the case?

- No, I just want to
tell him he was right.

- This will only
take but a moment

And it would really
mean a lot to me.

- Very well.
- Thank you.

Please, sit down.

Is there something
I can help you with today?

Yes, I...

- Hope you get good news, fella.

- I already have.

- Me too! I have a
remarkable life line

And no harm will
ever come to me.

Can you believe it?
I'm gonna live forever!

- Mr. Salazar! A word.

- Oh.

- Hm.

The five of wands.

You're healing from a conflict.

- Yes

- You've been through a battle.

- I certainly have.

- You'll come
through triumphant.

- You really don't
remember me, do you?

- Should I?

- Jiminy christmas, mama,

How could you
forget your own son?

- Derby.

My sweet boy.

- So, you do remember me.

- How could I forget?

- Tell me one thing
you remember about me.

- You used to like
saltwater taffy.

And you couldn't get enough
strawberry phosphates.

One time, you drank so
much, you had red stains

Around your mouth for days.

- And you always gave
me some of your supper

Because I was still hungry
after cleaning my plate.

- You were a growing boy.

Of course.

- So, why did you leave me?

- It was erasmus' decision.

- But I was just a child
and you were my mother!

- I wasn't your mother.

You were a foundling,
we took you in.

- You were still my mother!

- No, I wasn't.

You were a means to an
end. We owe you nothing.

- I lied for you.

I deceived people for you.

And erasmus? He paid for that.

- You killed him?

- You two gave me a childhood
and you took it away from me!

- Help!

Can I go?

I've done nothing wrong.

- Nothing I can arrest you for.

But you've done plenty wrong.

You've conned people,

Abandoned a child.

- The act we came up with

Couldn't have
lasted indefinitely.

- When derby no longer
sounded like a child

Because he grew,

You dropped him.

- We changed our act

To two magnificent mentalists.

But after a couple months,

Erasmus didn't have
the stomach for it.

- The incident with
the reverend's wife

And her suicide gave
him a conscience?

- Something that is not...

Really an asset in
this line of work.

Thank you for saving my life.

I'll be on my way.

- I'd best not ever see you
in toronto again, miss radler.

- So, what will happen
to the young man?

- The circumstances of his life
will likely spare him the noose.

- But he deceived me.

He drove my wife to madness.

- He will spend considerable
time behind bars.

He was a child, reverend,

Simply doing the bidding

Of people who showed
him a kindness.

I understand.

My wife couldn't get
past our son's death.

I couldn't get past
my wife's suicide.

And young derby couldn't forgive

What those two
people did to him.

- None of them are easy tasks.
- No.

No, they are not.

I would like to speak to
the young man, if I may?

- If he's willing.

- I would like him to
know that I forgive him.

- So, what you're telling me
is you're not invulnerable?

- I walked straight towards
a man who was shooting at me.

- So your fate
isn't in your hands?

- Good one, tucker.

- Thank you.
- The thing is,

He knew things. My
marriage to ruthie,

The fact that I have a child.
How could he know all that?

- Lucky guess. Just
like it was luck

That saved you
from getting shot.

- Well, you won't see me
risking my life anymore.

Tucker! Are you all right?

- Never better.

- Oh.

Well, I guess some people
were just born lucky.

- Julia?

- It's madame o
to you, detective.

- Oh!

Where is susannah?

- I tucked a sachet
of that lavender

Under her pillow and she's
been sound asleep for hours.

- Hm. Perhaps it's not all
smoke and mirrors after all.

- Well, knowing that,

Pick a card.

See your future.

Oh!

pick another.

- It must be written
in the stars.

- That's the spirit.

- Margaret!

- What's with the get-up?

- Ah. Going out for a run.

- A run? Where?

- Just a run, margaret.

Around and around.

Ever since I got the pep
tonic from that young lad,

I've been full of beans!

Be ready for me when I get back.

- Oh!

- You have the gift.

- Bobby.

No!