All language subtitles for Wild Cards s02e06 Seance and Sensibility.eng

Previously on Wild Cards.

Can we just put all our cards
on the table and hash this out?

There's nothing to hash out.

You still don't trust me?

Why should I?

It's late.
You shouldn't be here.

You're not even on this case.

I know it's hard.

Birthdays for loved ones
who aren't here anymore.

Thanks for sticking with me
on this case.

It was actually really nice
not to be alone yesterday.

We'll never go back
to the way things were.

It'll just be something new.

You know, something I've been thinking
about is how we call ourselves artist.

But of course, our creativity
is not the kind that produces,

say, a magnificent work of art

or a breathtaking symphony
that lasts forever.

No, no.

The ultimate irony for us

is that if we pull off
the perfect con,

no one will even know
that we were there.

We came, we scored,
we evaporated.

Poof.

Or as someone much smarter
than I once said.

"Our revels now are ended.

"These are actors, as I
foretold you were all spirits

"and are now melted
into thin air.

"We are such stuff
as dreams are made of.

"But if this life
is but a dream,

"it's been a wonderful one.

"And I'm left to ponder what
I'll find on the other side.

"When I awake."
- [notification alert]

[notification alert]

[thunder crashing]

[notification alert]

I'm glad I'm inside.

Hey, Chief, is this
a sleepwalking butt dial?

Now?

So what was so important
about this case

that it couldn't wait
until daylight?

There's been a murder on
a private island off shore.

We're heading to
the marina right now.

Take the boat over.

The victim is
a Serena Pendragon.

Thirty-nine year-old medium.

The psychic?
Oldest scam in the book.

Come on.
You're not a believer.

Psychics are the lowest of low.

They prey on people at
the worst times of their life.

And since you said
private island,

I'm assuming the mark was rich.

You ever heard of
the Hawksmoor family?

As in Hawksmoor Frozen Seafood?

Yep, that's the one.

I love their fried shrimp bites.

Mm. Me too.
So bad, but so good.

Yeah, well, the founder,
Alistair Hawksmoor,

disappeared seven years ago.

His boat was found adrift
at sea,

but his body
was never recovered.

Let me guess.

The dead psychic put her touch
on Alistair's wealthy widow.

Sweet gig
that must have been.

Isn't that island supposed
to be haunted?

Yeah, I remember hearing stories
about it as a kid.

The haunted Hawksmoor Island.

Children think
everything's haunted.

And then we grow up
and we realize

there's no such thing as ghosts.

This coming from the person
who believes in aliens.

Aliens are people.

They just live on
a different planet.

Ghosts are just puffs of smoke.

Come on.
You don't actually believe.

Let's just say I want
to keep an open mind.

[waves crashing]

I can't see anything.

The ferryman said
left over the bridge.

Look.

You the police?

Yes. Detective Ellis.

Derwood.
I'm the caretaker.

Derwood the caretaker.
Great name.

Very spooky.

Can you take us to the body?

You found it.

[tense music]

She was stabbed in the chest.

Knife likely.

Specifics TBD.

What about the time of death?

The body's still cooling.
Ballpark, roughly 2:00 a.m.

Well, you were the one
that found the body,

did you see anyone
or hear anything?

Not a peep.

What were you doing
wandering around

in the middle of the night?

Wicked storms brewing
and we could lose power.

I was out collecting
extra firewood.

All right, let's start
sweeping the area.

We're looking for a knife
and footprints.

Although all this wet grass,

I don't know how
many footprints-

- [thunder crashes]
- [screams]

What? I thought you
didn't believe in ghosts.

I didn't until I saw that.

Alistair's killed Serena!

Oh, no!

Alistair?

As in Alistair Hawksmoor?

Yeah, except he's been dead
for seven years.

?

Wow. He must have sold

a boatload of frozen fish
fingers to build this joint.

Dorothy...

you're not supposed
to wander about on your own.

It's Alistair.
He's back.

He killed Serena.

This is Clara,
the housekeeper.

And now he wants
to kill me too.

Now, now everything is fine.

Just let me get her back
into bed.

Come on.

Come, Dorothy,
let me help you.

Oh.

Alistair's back.
Oh, no.

Up until a few weeks ago,
she was sharp as a tack.

Who else is on the island?

Usually it's just the four
of us, including Serena.

But this weekend,
Dorothy's stepchildren

and granddaughter are visiting.

And you keep track of
who comes and goes?

I keep a close watch
on the dock.

So when Serena was killed,

there were only six people on
the island, is that correct?

That's right.

[thunder crashes]

Better fetch some more wood.

There, there.
Nothing to be afraid of.

You're safe.

Ooh! Chocolate.
Do you mind if I have one?

Ahh!!!

It's my chocolates.

Well, someone's never
learned to share.

Okay, now, Dorothy,
try to sleep.

Mmm.

Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions?

Mm.

I didn't want to talk about
Alistair in front of Dorothy.

It'll only upset her.

Does she really believe her dead
husband is trying to kill her?

Grief can do strange things
to people's minds,

I can tell you.

To have your husband disappear
at sea

and never find the body-

She never got a real chance
to say goodbye.

That's why Dorothy first
contacted the medium.

She was desperate to know
if poor Alistair was at peace.

Well, did she get
any answers?

Serena said
all the usual things

like he's in a better place
now and he still loves you.

So why is Dorothy
suddenly afraid of him?

I don't know.

A few weeks ago,
Dorothy's mind began to wander.

She believed that Alistair
was angry with her,

wanted to hurt her.

That's when she invited Serena
to come live here full-time.

Is there any reason why Dorothy
would want to harm Serena?

None.

So can I ask you, do you
think Alistair's ghost is real?

Until recently,
I would have said no.

Then what changed?

Alistair used to smoke

a particular kind of
expensive cigar.

Lately, I swear,
I've smelled that smoke again.

[Dorothy] Alistair...

Another nightmare.

[Dorothy] Oh!

So we got one dead medium

and a total of six suspects,
all on an island.

It shouldn't take too long.

Unless you think there's
a smoking ghost

going around
and stabbing people.

Of course not.

Our killer is obviously somebody
in this house.

I think it's time we met the
rest of this Hawksmoor family.

They're supposed to be
in the drawing room.

Hi. I'm Detective Ellis,
and this is my-

I am Cassandra, special
police psychic consultant.

A conduit for the other side.

Another psychic?

Yes, and we only bring Cassandra
in on our very special cases.

And judging by the dead medium
on your lawn,

you guys need my special gifts.

Only if you can help wrap it up
sooner rather than later.

I have an open house
on the mainland tomorrow.

Someone is dead, sister dear.

I know, brother dear.

Don't use that scolding
tone with me.

There are more important
things right now

than another one of
your real estate deals.

We all know you have
the more important job

running the family business.

All right.

Enough.

Let's not forget
why we're here.

What does bring you all here
to the island?

It's been seven years to the day
our father went missing at sea.

His body was never found,

so he couldn't legally
be declared dead.

Until today, that is.

Wait, I see something.

A paper.

A document.

It looks... official.

A will. I see a will.

Our family lawyer is arriving
on the morning boat

to hold the reading.

And as if today
wasn't sad enough,

seeing how our dear
stepmother's declined,

and now poor
Serena's murder.

Who would harm
that sweet woman?

[chuckles]

You guys are too much.

Ivy, quiet.

[sighs] Oh. Come on, Mom,
who are you trying to kid?

My finely tuned instrument

is picking up on some
negative energy.

I'm sensing tension
within this family.

Tension, my ass.
Try hatred.

Ivy!

They pretend they're sad
Serena's dead.

But the truth is, they've
bitched about her for years.

Can't you control
your child?

When you have kids,

maybe then you can
give an opinion.

Oh, wait.
You can't have kids.

No, I can't have kids.
Don't bring that up again.

I can bring up whatever...

Charming family.

Maybe they'll invite us
for Thanksgiving.

Oh, this is getting us nowhere.

I think we should divide
and conquer.

Okay.

...be quiet right now.

Clearly, that psychic
was out to score a payday

preying on the bereaved
and vulnerable.

I can't imagine
sinking as low

as to conning somebody
out of their money.

Mm.

But fraud or no fraud,

she brought great solace
to my dear step-mama.

It's been very hard on her
since father disappeared.

And where were you this morning
around 2:00 a.m.?

In bed asleep.

And you didn't hear
anything unusual?

No.

But I take a sleeping pill

so I wouldn't wake if a train
went through my room.

But you know who
wasn't sleeping?

I have insomnia.

When father disappeared, I
took over the family business.

I had trouble sleeping
ever since.

Must have been
a big responsibility.

We sell $11 million of frozen
fish fingers every year.

Okay, so if you're up
at 2:00 a.m.

I mean, you must
have heard something?

Surely some voices,
a scream, footsteps?

Just the sound of waves.

Any idea why somebody
would want to kill Serena?

None at all.

At least not if
the motive was financial.

What do you mean by that?

I'm afraid Dorothy
doesn't have much time left.

When she's gone,

then Serena would have been
dismissed anyway.

So why kill her now?

Honestly, I'm surprised
it took them this long.

They were both afraid
that Serena was trying

to take control of the money
through Dorothy.

But your grandfather's will
is being read today,

and they're all gonna
leave here multi-millionaires.

If money was the motive,

how does killing Serena
make sense?

You're the psychic.
You tell me.

You're probably
in the will, too.

I don't care.

I'd give all the
Hawksmoor millions

for just one more day
with Grandpa.

I'm sensing you two
were close.

He was more like
a father to me,

loving, kind.

Which is why I don't see
what he ever saw in Dorothy.

But everyone,
your mom, your uncle,

they speak so fondly
of Dorothy.

They hate Dorothy.

Alistair and his first wife

couldn't have children
of their own,

so they adopted Gil and Holly.

This house was so full
of love back then.

After she died,
Alistair was devastated.

Then Dorothy swept into his life
and his home.

And the kids resented Dorothy?

Of course.

Not without reason.

Dorothy can be
a demanding woman.

Can't abide anyone who doesn't
measure up to her standards.

That would include
her own stepchildren?

I'm afraid so.

I've never seen
a more spoiled bunch.

Those kids are always
running home

when they're short of money.

How did they feel about Serena?

They called her terrible names
behind her back.

Some to her face as well.

So I'm guessing they weren't
too thrilled when she moved in.

The last few weeks,

Serena wouldn't even let them
talk to Dorothy.

Do you think any of them
could be capable of murder?

I wouldn't doubt it.

If you ask me,
the Hawksmoors are cursed.

Hello.

That must be Dick,
the lawyer.

Hi. I'm-

You must be Dick,
the lawyer.

How did you-

I'm Cassandra,
the psychic police consultant.

That's how I sensed
you were the dick lawyer.

I mean, Dick the lawyer.

Tell me, how is Dorothy?

She's upstairs resting.

But the housekeeper said
she's been asking for you.

Well, I'm here
for the will reading,

which we should do immediately.

It was a rough crossing,

and I really don't want to miss
the next boat back.

[thunder crashing]

My team is done.

We're taking the body back
for the full spa treatment.

Any preliminaries you can share?

Vic was stabbed
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

No murder weapon
turned up as yet.

You're sure it was a knife?

Roughly six inches long.

And judging from
the entry wound,

it had a flat edge.

I'll call with further details.

[thunder crashes]

Storm's getting closer.

And one of these lovely people
is a killer.

You kids have fun.

Rolling in.

Look who I brought.

Everyone's favorite person.

Behave.

And Olive said the murder
weapon we're looking for

is a flat-edged knife,
six inches long.

Okay. So money-grubbing
kids, check.

Evil stepmother, check.

And conniving fake medium,
check.

Serena was killed on
the exact same morning

that Alistair was to be
declared dead.

There's no way
that's a coincidence.

I just haven't connected
all the dots yet.

We're doubly grieved today.

Aside from the tragic death
of Serena,

we are here to
legally recognize

the passing of
Alistair Hawksmoor.

[thunder crashes]

Wounded in service
to his country,

beloved husband to Dorothy

and father to his
adopted family.

And well,
very dear friend to me.

Time is money, Dick.
Let's cut to the chase.

Now that Alistair is gone,

the only one whose fingerprint
can open this safe

is Dorothy.

My dear.

[beeping]

I could cut the tension
in here

with a six inch,
flat-edged knife.

Ah!

What the hell?

[scream]

Alistair!
He's come back from the grave.

He wants to kill us all.

Maybe I am psychic.

This matches
the coroner's description

of the murder weapon.

That's impossible.
It's dad's fishing knife.

Gil, please.

[beep]

[beep]

Great. So you two couldn't
open it,

and Clara and Derwood
failed as well.

We always assume the knife
went overboard with him.

Dorothy's back in bed.

What's the game?

I'm gonna need you to put your
thumb on the scanner, please.

Why would I stab Serena
with a knife

and then hide it in a safe

I knew would be open
in the morning.

Just do as he says.

Don't talk to
my daughter like that.

[beeps]

Well, there's still one person
who's yet to try.

I've known this family
for 40 years.

I mean, you can't
honestly believe.

Look, we just need to be sure.

[groans]

[beeps]

Well, that settles it.

Dorothy has to be the murderer.

For once, I agree with you.

I had no idea she was
so far gone.

There's no way Dorothy
could stab anyone.

She can barely muster up the
strength to brush her own hair.

Well, unfortunately,
facts don't lie.

She's the only one that
could open that safe.

Max, what are you doing?

We've lost cell service.

Please, could we continue
with the reading.

Yes, but not here.

We'll continue
in the dining room

until I can get
a forensics team in here,

this room is off-limits.

Oh, and needless to say,

nobody will be leaving this
island until I say so.

I, Alistair Hawksmoor, being of
sound mind and body,

do hereby declare this to be
my last will and testament,

revoking all previous wills
made by me.

Here it comes.

To my two children,
Gil and Holly,

and my granddaughter, Ivy,

I leave...

nothing.

What?

Is this a joke?

I may be psychic, but
I didn't see that coming.

I realize I have spoiled them
far too long,

and it is time for them
to make their own way

in this world.

What the hell?

Therefore, I bequeath
my entire estate

to the one individual
whose love, companionship,

and support I found lacking
in my family.

To my beloved wife-

[Gil] No way.

-Dorothy Hawksmoor.

This is ridiculous.
We'll take this to court.

She doesn't deserve
any of this.

We're going to fight this.

You're free, of course,
to contest the will.

But the last thing Alistair
told me

was that he trusted Dorothy
to do the right thing

with his money.

To think of all the sucking up
I've done.

He loved that woman more
than anything in the world.

[Gil] This is ridiculous!

You know she has done nothing
for this family...

I wonder if Dorothy
knew about this.

Okay, let's just say
that Dorothy knew

that she was going to inherit

her husband's entire estate,
right?

How does killing your trusted
spiritual advisor

make any sense?

I mean, what problem
is that solving?

[eerie voice]

Is that a man's voice?

Yeah, but everybody's
downstairs.

[Dorothy] Get out!
Leave me alone!

Go away!
Please go away!

Hey, hey, hey.
It's okay.

You're safe now,
all right?

Who were you talking to?

Alistair.
He won't leave me alone.

Don't worry.
There's nobody here but us.

Oh...

Look, you know,
we both heard something.

This is the classic
spiritualist con.

There must be something hidden
in this room, like a speaker.

Okay, you keep her calm.
I'll start looking.

Oh...

Alistair would never hurt you.

He loved you.

He's very, very angry.

Why would he be angry?

He wants to kill me.

[crying]

It's okay.

Hey, come check this out.

A speaking horn?

A what?

I used to live in
an old brownstone

that had one of these.

Before the days of intercoms,
you would speak into that horn,

and you could talk to people
in the kitchen

or library or wherever.

So these tubes could be running
through the whole house?

Let's find out.

Max, keep talking.

? Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream. ?

? Merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily life is but a dream. ?

? Row, row, row your- ?

? Merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily life is but a dream. ?

Hey, Max.
I can hear you.

I think I found it.

You have a zit?

There's a brick that's loose.

What about my caboose?

Hey Max!
Can you hear me?

Yes. Stop yelling. Jeez.

There's something
inside the wall.

Hidden treasure?

Definitely not treasure.

Huh? Do you see what I see?

Or actually what I don't see?

Yeah, the skeleton's missing
an arm.

This is Alistair Hawksmoor.

He was never missing at sea.

Unless he crawled in there
and walled himself up.

He was murdered.

Look, there's a piece of metal
launched between his ribs.

Looks like the tip of a knife
to me.

Well, it's a perfect fit.

Whoever killed Alistair
seven years ago

used the same knife
to kill Serena.

We always assumed dad was dead,
but murdered?

We're sorry to break it
to you like this.

Does this affect the will?

We just found out our
father was murdered.

Can you stop thinking
about money for a single minute.

Dick, answer the question.

Legally, no.
The will stands.

What's all the commotion?

I just put Dorothy to bed
for the night.

I'm afraid we just discovered
Alistair's body

in the basement
behind a wall.

Oh my God.

Dorothy finds out, this will
really put her over the edge.

You're right.

No way she can handle
the estate.

She's not
in her right mind.

If she's examined
and declared unfit,

a conservatorship would revert
to one of you.

Which one?

Well, I've run
the family business

for the last seven years.

And run it into
the ground you mean.

That's a lie.

I should be conservator.

You're the one who's up
to her eyeballs in debt.

How dare you?

As entertaining
as all of this is,

it's getting us nowhere.

She's right.
What about you, Dick?

Me?

You want me to manage
the conservatorship?

I need to test out a theory.

You've been managing our
legal affairs for years.

We trust you.

Dick, as long as I get
my fair share.

[knocking]

Oh, excuse me, I have allergies.

I know you worked
for Alistair for years.

His murder must be a shock
to you.

But your tears
tell a different story.

How did you know?

I'm psychic, remember?

Does anybody else know?

When Alistair and I
first fell in love,

we decided to keep it
a secret.

At least until after
he divorced Dorothy.

To this day,
she has never found out.

So he was going to end
his marriage.

So that we could be married.

These are his love letters.

All these years, I thought
that he got cold feet,

decided to run away.

I feel so ashamed.

I should have known better.

Since you've been here,

have you felt anything
from Alistair?

Maybe if I could hold
his letters.

Oh.

He's here.

Oh.

It's Alistair. He...

he says he loves you, but...

But what?

But he wants you to move on.

He wants you to be happy.
You've been sad for too long.

When he disappeared, it was like
a piece of me went with him.

I guess I've hung around
all these years hoping he would somehow return.

He said, you have
such a big heart.

You just have to give it
to someone else.

Thank you so much.

Do you mind if
I keep these letters?

It might help with
the investigation.

Of course.

I have nothing to hide anymore.

No, listen, I'm telling you,
rice has no place in a burrito.

It's just filler.

Look at all that space that
could be going to beans, look.

That's what should be in there.

The last thing you need
is more beans.

[phone rings]

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Hello?

[Ellis] Hey, what are
you two up to?

Well, apparently one of us

is contributing to global
warming, but-

Ignore her. What's up?

Look, the signal is
hit and miss out here.

I just texted you a bunch of
names I need you to check out.

Send me whatever you can, ASAP.

The storm's really
kicking up out here.

I don't know how much longer-

Hello?

[call drops]

I don't...

Damn.

- [thunder crashes]
- Jesus.

You're not leaving this house.

What do you mean?

Well, the tides are too rough.

No more crossings tonight.

So what, we're stuck here?

Together.

Alistair used to come down
here when he wanted some quiet.

That there's a sofa bed for two.

Right. But it's such
a big house.

Surely there's got to be at
least two bedrooms available.

The upstairs bedrooms
are all occupied

and the old wing
is prone to flooding.

Okay.

You'll be nice and warm here.

Call if you need anything else.

[Ellis sighs]

-You can take the-
-I'll take the bench.

Okay, so Alistair was planning
on divorcing Dorothy

because he fell in love
with the housekeeper.

Right. But the lawyer said
that Alistair changed the will

because he loved Dorothy
so much.

So why leave everything to a
woman you're about to divorce?

Are you sure that those letters
back up what Clara said?

Oh, yeah, these letters
got any hotter,

they would burst into flames.

Oh, I forgot,
I scored us some snacks.

Snacks?

You stole Dorothy's chocolates?

She'll never know.

I was getting kind of hungry.

Mm... caramel

Nuts.

Oh.

You got any more?

Yeah.

[thunder crashes]

And to think we were under
the same roof for so long,

I was afraid to tell you
how I really felt.

Aww, he was shy.

I still remember our first kiss
in the back garden

under the blue glow
of a full moon.

But now I've come to realize

that I never really started
living until I found you.

Huh? That's weird.

Huh? It's kind of sweet.

No. Why did he write that
in neon green ink?

You're crazy.
The letters are bright red.

Look how big the letters are.

Yeah, you're right.
It's like they're growing.

Wow.

[gasps]

[laughter]

[laughter]

Wait, wait, I forget.
Why were we laughing?

I don't remember.

[laughing]

I'm only crying because
I just love him so much.

He's just such a pure soul.

Yeah.

I'm gonna be away all night.

I know he's got food,
but what if he feels scared?

You know, am I
a horrible father?

No.

Why are you so far away?

What do you mean,
I'm right beside you?

When you said you wanted
to keep an open mind,

what did you mean by that?

No.

I don't know.
You're just gonna laugh at me.

I promise I won't.

-Pinky swear.
-Pinky swear.

I've never told
anyone this before.

It's about Daniel.

Daniel was your brother
and you are his brother.

Yeah. That's right.

You know, when Daniel
was about five years old,

he started sneaking
into my bedroom at night.

He was too scared
to sleep alone.

Aww.

He said he kept hearing these
noises coming from the walls.

So I told him
I'd sleep with him

and we could
figure it out together.

And sure enough,
he was right.

There was something.

What was it?

It was a cricket.

Like, ten feet long,
with huge eyes.

No, no, just a regular cricket.

So, of course, I told him there
was nothing to be afraid of.

If anything,

it was the cricket
that was afraid.

I told him that crickets
make that noise

when they're trying
to find a partner or a friend.

That essentially,
that's just a cricket saying

I feel alone.

So then Daniel leaned
into this little hole

that was in the wall,
and he just whispered,

it's okay,
you're not alone.

I'll be your cricket.

That's so sweet.

And then the sound just stopped.

It was the strangest thing.

So anyway, after that day,

if either one of us was
ever upset or sad or alone,

we'd just whisper,

I'll be your cricket.

I feel like I'm crying.
Am I crying?

Cricket became like
a code word for us.

You know, if you said that

you didn't need to say
anything else.

You just knew that
whatever you were facing,

you weren't going
to have to face it alone.

On the day of Daniel's funeral,

I went back to my apartment.

I never felt so sad,

so... alone.

I was really missing my cricket.

And then all of a sudden.

What? What?

I heard this noise
so I followed it to my bedroom.

And then, when I swung
the door open,

right there on the windowsill
was, uh...

Your cricket?

Yeah.

I'll be your cricket.

Ellis.

Ellis?

Yep. Yep. I'm right here.
Jeez, stop yelling.

What are you doing
under the bed?

I don't know.

What happened last night?

Derwood turned on the fire,

and we read Alistair's letters.

And then...

[in unison] Did we?

-No.
-No.

We did, didn't we?

We did. We did.

How did that happen?

Dorothy's chocolates.

I think we were dosed.

Oh God.

You know,

this reminds me of
my long lost weekend

in Joshua Tree, circa 2019.

I met this wandering group
of yoga masters,

and when I say we stretched
the limit-

Okay, Max. TMI.

Wait, you know what?
That explains it.

Dorothy isn't losing her mind.
She's just on drugs.

I guess Grandma still knows
how to party.

I think someone's been drugging
Dorothy without her knowledge.

And I guess we were caught
in the crossfire.

Look, I think we should probably
talk about, um.

Yeah, we probably should.

Agreed.

But maybe we should
find that killer first.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Okay, I'm gonna go outside
and see if I can get a signal.

Simmons and Yates might
have an update.

Yeah, I'm gonna go check out
those chocolates.

You good?

-Yeah.
-I'll just put this.

Okay.

No hits on the handyman,
the housekeeper,

or any of the kids.

[Ellis] What about the lawyer?

Funny you should mention him.

Turns out Dick's been
living on his boat in the marina

ever since separating
from his wife.

Last time I checked,
that's not a crime.

Well, according to
the marina manager.

Dick's boat wasn't docked
the night of the murder.

And that weird marina
guy said

that he saw Dick leaving
at 1:00 a.m.

And get this, not returning
until just before dawn.

Okay. So what are
you waiting for?

Go check out his boat.

Yeah, we already did.

We found recordings of Dick and
Alistair's legal conversations.

Dick spliced them together.

I texted you a sample
of the audio file.

[audio] I have returned from
the grave to take you with me.

That sounds like
the voice we heard

coming from Dorothy's room.

What the hell
is going on over there?

Have you guys been slimed yet?

Normally we would bring Dick in,
but until this storm lets up.

Ellis?

[call drops]

Game's up, Clara.

We know you're dragging Dorothy.

What are you talking about?

The chocolates,
they're laced with something.

What are you putting in these?

Nothing. I just opened the box
and put them on Dorothy's tray.

But they're not drugged.

Dick's been sending them
for years.

The lawyer is sending these?

Dorothy loves them.

Always has one in the morning
and one at night.

There's a pinprick
in the bottom.

[gasps]

And in this one, too.

Looks like it was done
with a hypodermic needle.

That's so strange.

Serena was asking about
the chocolates too.

-The medium?
-Hm.

What did she say?

Just that she wanted
to know who sent them.

Come to think of it,

that was the day
before she was murdered.

[Dorothy] Leave me alone!

[crying]

All right, all right.

Hey, what's going on?

She's heard the voice again.

It's okay.
There's no one here.

[crying]

[voice] I know your secrets.

Alistair?

Oh!

I'd know his voice anywhere.

Clara, get Dorothy
out of here, please.

-Okay. Come on, Dorothy.
-Make it stop.

That's okay.

[voice] I know your secrets.

There's no way that could
be Alistair's voice.

It's impossible.

Not unless you know
how the trick is done.

It's coming from over here.

[voice] I know your secrets.

Huh.

[voice] I know your secrets.

So it wasn't coming from
the speaking tube after all.

Set to a timer meant
to go off

several times throughout
the day.

I knew it was a scam.

The family lawyer.

[in unison] That dick.

Serena was asking
about the chocolates

before she was murdered.

So she must have figured
out they were dosed.

Well, the coroner said
the time of death is

between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Now, we know Dick left
the marina at 1:00,

we're roughly 45 minutes by
boat.

So what, he docks on the other
side of the island,

kills Serena and then leaves
without anyone knowing.

Yeah. It tracks.

So Dick was drugging Dorothy

to make everyone believe
she was crazy

and then he takes over
the Hawksmoor fortune.

So did Dick kill Alistair, too?

If only the dead could talk.

Maybe they can.

I don't get it.

Why are we all here?

Is it about the will?

Has there been a development?

You can say that.

We have been summoned
by the other side.

Are you ready
to speak to the dead?

May I get you your robe?

Oh, leave me alone
and don't fuss.

But the will has been read,

why am I not rid
of all of you yet?

Alistair has something
to tell us.

Could you all close your eyes
and hold hands, please?

Alistair Hawksmoor, your
family is here to help you

cross to the other side.

Are you here?

Knock one for yes.
Twice for no.

If he's not here,
how can he knock twice?

I said, are you here?

-[loud thud]
-Oh!

Thank you, spirit.

Do you smell that?

Is that?

It's grandpa's cigar.

Oh my god, I smell it too.

Alistair has a message
for us,

but he says he needs
a human vessel.

Please don't be alarmed about
what you're about to witness.

Ooooooh-Oooooo!

Ooooooh-Oooooo!

I... am... here.

Uh, Alistair, why
have you returned?

To seek justice.

I know who killed Serena.

Is it someone in this room?

Yes.

Dick killed Serena.

[all gasp]

What?

[chuckles]
That's... that's crazy.

Serena knew he was
drugging Dorothy

to try and take over
my estate.

You little rat!

I mean, do you
seriously believe-

He killed her
with the same knife

that he tried to kill me with.

I thought you were my friend
and you killed me.

I'm not taking
the fall for this.

I didn't kill you.

She did.

[all gasp]

Shut up, you fool!

Oh, that's right,
I remember now.

Dorothy killed me.

She found out you were
going to divorce her.

You bitch!

She killed you.

She called me in to clean up
the mess.

Just like I'd been cleaning up
the messes of you spoiled brats.

I bet she always
knew Serena was a fraud.

She was just keeping
a psychic around

to help her play
the grieving widow.

And after you walled up
Alistair's dead body

in the basement,
you forged a new will.

But when Serena discovered

that you were drugging Dorothy's
chocolates, she confronted you.

See, she figured out

that you were going to declare
Dorothy incompetent

so you could swoop in and
take control of the estate.

Therefore, Serena had to die.

Dick, you've ruined everything!

-Dorothy, you killed our father!
-You tried to steal all our money!

You killed Grandpa!

Do you admit it?!
You killed my father!

After all of these years,
you lived in this house!

Well, I did not see
that coming.

I guess I'm not so psychic
after all.

[Gil]...so many years taking
care of this family's company!

All I get is this!
You killed-

So Dorothy paid Dick to hide
the body and keep his silence.

Rather than chance
a murder investigation,

he decided it would be safer
to just conceal the murder

and wait out the years until
Alistair could be declared dead.

But Dick got greedy and decided
to double-cross Dorothy.

He was the one who originally
installed the safe,

so he knew the master code to
bypass the fingerprint scanner.

And Alistair's will
that was read?

Dick forged that.

But luckily,

Alistair's intentions
were clearly spelled out...

in these love letters.

He planned to marry you

and change his will to make
you the sole beneficiary.

He was too generous.

I told him I didn't want
anything but him.

[chuckles]

Thank you both for everything.

Of course.

Well... that's that.

Yeah, I guess, uh,
I guess that's that.

-We should probably.
-Yeah, we need to talk about it.

Go ahead.

No. You first.

Look, I just don't want to do
that thing

where we pretend
like something didn't happen.

Of course not.

Because something
definitely happened.

But I don't want it to be
weird between us, you know?

Well, me neither.

Because we work together

and I thought we were finally
getting to a good place.

Me too.

Okay, good.

Yeah. So you can
just put this behind us.

It's already fading so fast
in the rear-view mirror.

Friends?

Friends.

Okay.

By the way, it was
really cool

what you did back there
in the s�ance.

What do you mean?

Alistair's cigar smoke.

I didn't do that.
I thought that was you.

Okay, don't play with me.

I'm dead serious, Max.
I didn't do anything.

Well, then who was it?

[thunder crashing]

Max.

This arrived this morning,
must be for the office.

P.S. we're out of coffee.
Love, Max.

You know, no one's stopping
you from buying

more coffee once in a while
darling. Mm.

Mm. Say cheese.

[camera shutter snaps]

I seem to remember reading
somewhere that tequila

has a natural source
of caffeine in it.

?

?

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