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1 Amazing.

Come on to me, oh, ancient one.

I have to go. I'm meeting someone.

Goddess of the moon,

shine your light upon us.

Cleanse our songs

and heal our wounds.

Goddess of the moon,

shine your light upon us.

Paddy, come on.

Spatial awareness has never been your forte, has it?

I don't know why you want a stall at a psychic fair anyway.

Well, I'm taking full advantage of Betty

being away with school and doing something for me.

And as head of the Historical Society,

I get to share my vast knowledge of the area

and the Hades Caves in particular,

which are

an incredible feat of engineering with a glorious,

if somewhat questionable, bacchanalian past.

- Oh, bacchanalian. Very good. - Thank you.

Do you think Paddy's okay? He barely touched his food.

Maybe he's missing Hurricane Betty.

- See you. - Oh.

Oh, give my love to Jamie.

He's just lost his granddad, remember?

- Mm. - Go easy on him, yeah?

As always.

Chuffed up buggery with that.

Good, I think.

Saint Hattie steals the limelight again.

It's not my fault I'm a teeny, tiny bit marvelous.

Oh, don't sulk, Gerard.

No one likes a wet wimple on a sunny day.

Couldn't agree more.

And who am I to get in the way

of the glory that is Hattie K Bainbridge?

Ohh.

Have we got the quartz?

It's good for a hangover, isn't it?

Amethyst is better.

Comes from the Greek "amethusos."

Literally means "not drunk."

Funny 'cause it's got the word "meth" in it.

Don't look now. Go the evil eye upon us.

Blessed day.

Hello, Hattie.

Morning, ladies.

Come, let's go and breathe fire.

Hello, Peter. Good morning.

You sure you should be here today?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's what my Grandpa Jimmy would have wanted.

Chin up and all that.

Good man.

Thanks.

Victim's Tilly Mulrooney, 22.

Wallet with ID and phone.

We'll check her call history.

Who found her?

A jogger out on their morning run.

So what do you think?

Some kind of sacrifice?

Definite ritual element. Pagan?

Or Satanic.

This was lying on her body.

It's a tarot card.

The Devil.

The nearest village is Angel's Rise,

which is renowned for its --

Psychic Fayre. Believe me, I know.

Love a bit of all that.

Cause of death?

Penetrative wound with pellucid object.

Impact through the abdomen directly into the myocardium,

or, in common parlance,

a crystal wand to the heart.

Tilly! Tilly!

- Sir, sir -- - Is that my Tilly?

No. No!

I'm very sorry about what happened

to your daughter, Mr. Mulrooney.

Can I ask what brought you here?

Tilly didn't make it home again last night.

And when I heard word in the village that

police cars had been seen up at the town...

You just know, don't you?

You said "again."

Did she make a habit of not coming home?

Not in the way you're thinking.

But last week, she was found wandering through the village

in the dead of night in just her night dress.

I was worried that she'd been having some kind of breakdown.

A breakdown?

She'd been having dreams.

Visions, she called them.

I blame the Saint-Stephens.

I'm sorry. Who might they be?

The ones poisoning the village

with their annual psychic sick fest.

Tilly worked for them,

probably to spite me.

Till they sacked her last week.

This...is the devil's work.

Sir.

The images on the tower,

they're called sigils or seals.

They're used in ritual magic.

Time to pay a visit to Angel's Rise.

Shame we're reduced to hiring out our home

for this pagan nonsense.

Needs must.

Think of it as your credit card paid off.

We have no other source of income.

You're a prize-winning scientist, for crying out loud.

I was, Jeannie. Was.

Sell some of these vile books, then.

Does your Mr. Gerard King know you think

all things spiritual are wrong?

I got the impression that you rather...

gave him the time of day.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Isaac up yet?

Is it past noon?

If not, then it's highly unlikely.

For Cassian's sake, Jonas.

Look, why have you put me here as opposed to

somewhere the energy actually flows?

I don't know a thing about all this.

Give me logical, scientific thinking any day.

It's feng shui.

Here, the energy flow straight out the door.

But the visitors flow straight in through the door.

Typical left-brain logic.

I told Tilly. Where is she anyway?

Pete and Jeannie sacked her last week.

But they asked me to step in.

You know, like I haven't got a real job.

Morning, Felix. All good?

Oh, tut, tut.

I'm much better than good, my lovely empath influencers.

You know old Felix fancies you, right?

In his dreams.

Can't wait to see his face when he finds out

who's on our crystal healing podcast.

I'm so excited about tonight.

I can literally feel my blood reacting.

Mm. That'll be the witch in you.

Right, first thing's first.

Let's set up here, and then we head back to Firefly, yeah?

Isaac, come on.

It's time to get up.

Chop chop.

Let's get some of God's light in here, shall we?

What time do you call this, anyway?

Stupidly early, Mum.

Edin Hall, owned by Peter and Jeannie Saint-Stephens.

Peter Saint-Stephens the scientist?

The same. Touted some years ago as a Nobel Prize winner

owing to his pioneering work on string theory.

Slightly odd that he's opened his doors to this sort of thing.

Are you sure you're going to be okay?

What with...

You know, all this psychic...twaddle.

Nothing like keeping an open mind, sir.

No, I'll be fine.

Has Sarah asked you to keep an eye on me?

I don't know what you're talking about, Winter.

Sarah is going to be in her element,

talking about the caves, I mean.

They're pretty unique.

Is that the queen of daytime?

Gloria Hollyford? Are you sure?

Tarot, I believe.

Indeed. Simeon Dagley,

accountant by day, tarot reader by destiny.

Care for a reading?

To be honest, we're interested in The Devil.

His card, that is.

Tarot trump number 15 of the Major Arcana,

traditionally one of the most feared cards.

Oh, the card that we were thinking of is more just a --

a goat with a -- with an eye in the middle of his forehead.

Crowley men, are you?

Not that we of.

That's from his Thoth deck.

Not as popular as the Levi deck, but still --

I'd rather you didn't touch.

Anyone else touches the cards,

negative energy transfers into them

and can affect my readings.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

D.S. Winter.

Perhaps you could show us The Devil card instead.

Not there, I take it?

Mr. Dagley,

Tilly Mulrooney's body was found this morning

with The Devil card placed on top of her.

Know anything about that?

But you clearly knew Ms. Mulrooney.

Ever do readings for her?

Can't say I have, no.

Where were you last night between 9:00 and 11:00?

I was at home at my cottage, but I live alone.

And the cards were with you?

Seeing as you're so protective of them.

No, I-I brought them down here late afternoon

to get set up ahead of this morning.

Negative energy or no negative energy,

we'll need to take them as potential evidence.

Also, do you know anything about these?

It's not really my area. Try Patty.

She's in there somewhere.

Right, chaps, who do you want it made out to?

Ah.

I expect you're here about Tilly.

Oh, don't worry. Nothing otherworldly.

The jogger who found her body does my ironing.

Rang me straight after in a right state.

It's tragic.

Her father mentioned a breakdown.

No.

She was an innocent with a wild imagination.

Stuck in that farmhouse would drive anyone potty.

She's at peace now.

Not easy for the poor souls left behind, mind.

Ohh.

Her father also seemed to think her death had something

to do with the occult and all things supernatural.

Frank would think that.

He's part of the narrow-minded fire and brimstone brigade.

Do you know anything about sigils?

A symbol used in ritual magic.

Each sigil represents a spirit or entity to be summoned.

Do you know if anyone in the village is into magic?

Peter Saint-Stephens orders a lot of books on the subject.

Ginger here is the local librarian.

Reminds me, I should open up.

But I'll see you later.

Deep peace.

And pure white of the moon to you.

We celebrate the moon as it represents a strong

and powerful feminine energy.

Barnaby, of course.

Your dog, Paddy, has not been well.

Off his food.

Grumpier than usual.

More so than even you.

How do you know this?

I was talking to your wife earlier.

She's outside.

I think she's busy.

Oh.

Yes?

I know.

Careful, Gerard. You don't want to peak too early.

What do those witches mean by that?

Ignore them, Jeannie.

They just like to stir the cauldron.

Right now, all that matters is you.

Why don't we get a cup of tea back at mine later?

Oh, I'm...

not sure it's...

Of course. Your call.

Just thought you might want some space away from all this.

I know it's not really your thing.

Mm.

That's fascinating. Caves excavated to house

a secret society of wealthy pagans.

Many people believe that the Spirit of the Damned Club

remains here to this day.

I'm giving a talk on it later. You should come up.

Of course.

And here's little old me,

just an interior designer of distinction

sent to convert the world to feng shui.

Did you know it comes from the Chinese words "feng,"

meaning "wind," and "shui," meaning "water"?

Not "hot" and "air," then?

Hello, darling. This is Felix.

Felix, this is my husband, John.

D.C.I. Barnaby, here in an official capacity.

I see.

And I have a stand that I better go stand at.

Au revoir, ma chérie.

Au revoir.

Everything alright?

The usual.

My poor Paddy, though,

he's even grumpier than I am, apparently.

Oh, see you met Hattie, then.

Mm.

Yeah, Jeannie.

I'll have to cancel.

I'll explain later.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming. Over here.

It's a threat, isn't it?

Jonas just told me about Tilly.

Do you think it's connected?

We don't know yet.

You're a psychic medium, aren't you?

Anyone with a grudge against you?

A disgruntled client, perhaps?

Presumably you sometimes

tell people things they'd rather not hear.

Sometimes, but usually just say it as we see it.

I have a spirit guide, Hakim.

We knew each other in a previous life.

I simply relay what Hakim shows me.

I see.

How well did you know Tilly Mulrooney?

Not very.

Through a campaign, mainly, to save the great crested newts.

The river runs from here through the village

and in certain circumstances has been known to leak

into a couple of properties.

Of the psychopaths in particular.

Excuse me?

The empaths.

That's what they like to call themselves.

Seems to be the new superpower you have to have these days.

Sally Ann Barker, Rachel Finn.

Gaining air time by the second.

What's that got to do with the river, Mr. King?

They started a petition to reroute it

and even suggested that I pay for it.

Is that why you opposed it?

Yes, because it would have cost me thousands of pounds,

because technically it's my land.

The petition started to gain traction

until Tilly came to the rescue.

She knew all about the newts.

Turns out they're a protected species

and rerouting the river would have destroyed their habitat.

So happily with Tilly's help, we won the day.

When did this all happen?

We won last week.

Excuse me.

Sally Ann Barker, Rachel Finn?

Not here. I said I'd keep an eye.

Thanks.

You'll find them at Moon Love Cottage, though.

Excuse me --

Dealing with a feng shui catastrophe of epic proportions.

Excuse me, do you happen to know

if Mr. and Mrs. Saint-Stephens are at home?

Mum, man at the door.

Mrs. Saint-Stephens.

D.C.I. Barnaby, Causton C.I.D.

May I come in?

Tilly Mulrooney only has herself to blame.

I'm a woman of faith.

He who sins is of the devil for the --

For the devil has sinned from the beginning.

Sunday school.

The Psychic Fayre can't have gone down

well with you, then, I take it.

You could say that.

Bea, my daughter,

she dabbled.

Peter came up with the idea of the Fayre in her memory.

No prizes for guessing who is behind Tilly's death.

Sally Ann and Rachel.

They're into all that crystal witch stuff.

Probably sacrificed Tilly to some pagan god.

I gather they also recently had a battle with Mr. King.

Oh, they did.

And, boy, did we see them off.

I'm on the council, you see.

So teaming up with Gerard King

sits all right with your Christian beliefs.

Ah.

He's different.

And he's not a bloody incomer.

I rue the day those harpies arrived.

Divorcees, free spirits, turning the heads

of every Tom, Dick, and Harriet in the village.

Mm. I rather like them.

No fool like an old fool.

Right, Jonas?

Leave me well out of it.

Jonas Wakefield, by the way.

D.C.I. Barnaby.

My husband, Peter.

Please.

Jonas is a paramedic and practically family.

He started out as Peter's researcher

and was Bea's boyfriend.

Medicine -- well, science, it's always been my thing

since I was a kid,

so I jumped at the opportunity to be Peter's researcher

when I left school. And once again

he's kindly agreed to step in, help us run the event.

Because you parted company with Tilly Mulrooney. Why?

Oh, Tilly. Oh, that, it's dreadful.

Look, she was lovely, but she was not very reliable.

We needed someone bit more practical, down to Earth.

Fortunately, my shift pattern means I've got a few days off.

And your son, does he help out?

Isaac?

You're joking, aren't you?

Just helps himself.

Oh, um, okay if I --

Mm.

Yes. Okay, Felix, I'm on my way.

Two minutes.

Tilly Mulrooney's death had a ritual element to it.

You have a lot of books on the occult.

Yeah, well, I have an interest in the history of magic.

My wife disapproves.

Which I'm sure is why you do it.

Still, it's an unusual hobby for a scientist of some renown,

tipped for the Nobel Prize.

Well, that's a long time ago.

My thinking, therefore my funding, went out of fashion.

It happens.

Do you practice magic?

Of course he doesn't.

Books are one thing,

but I'd divorce him if he actually did anything.

Ah.

My interest is purely academic.

Just an armchair occultist.

Do you know anyone in the village who does practice?

No.

At the scene of Tilly Mulrooney's death,

there were bundles of sticks and these sigils.

Do you recognize them?

Yes, those are seals used in ritual magic

for the summoning of spirits.

That one I believe is Bael

from "The Lesser Key of Solomon."

What exactly does Bael do?

Let's have a look. Where is he?

Here he is. Bael.

It's got a hoarse voice,

is good at making people invisible,

and he rules over 66 legions of demons.

Must keep him busy.

Also, there was a pentagram.

Upright or reversed?

Is there a difference?

Two horny points up, single point down.

Inversed, traditionally associated with the devil.

Oh! Oh, my gosh.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

D.S. Winter.

Miss Barker, is that right?

Ms., not Miss.

Hey, come give us a hand, could you?

There are some Wellingtons over there.

Perfect, thank you.

- Thank you. - Straight through. Enjoy.

- Panic over? - Oh, yeah.

Just Felix complaining.

For a feng shui master, he's not very Zen.

Tell me, the Saint-Stephens' son Isaac --

What's he like?

Angry.

Lost.

Losing his sister hit him hard.

Hit everyone hard, I imagine.

You?

It was a tragic accident, shocked us all.

But...

Well, you get by. Move on, don't you?

Have you moved on?

Only you're here helping out,

still very much part of the family.

I'll always be part of the family

as far as Jeannie is concerned.

But...

It's three years since Bea died.

I needed to

focus on living my life.

I'm only here to help out with the Fayre.

Talking of which...

Hello.

- I got backup. - Nice one.

Here you go.

This is all from the river, I take it.

Yeah.

I heard that you lost the battle.

Something to do with newts.

The newts were never in any danger from us.

Gerard and Jeannie just used them to influence the outcome.

What happened to Tilly?

We're not entirely sure.

Although she was stabbed with a wand

very like the ones on your stall.

Did it have opals on the handle?

If it did, it's mine.

Went missing a few days ago.

What was your relationship with Tilly Mulrooney?

I heard that she swung the campaign against you.

We didn't have a problem with Tilly

or that scumbag Gerard.

Such a shame she fell under his spell.

But that's his thing, isn't it?

Manipulating women, imposing his will on them.

Something of a rat, perhaps.

We like your energy.

Don't we, Rach?

Oh, don't worry.

We're not going to put a spell on you.

You should listen to our podcast, Healing Matters.

You'd like it.

Right.

You, um -- You mentioned that Tilly

fell under Gerard King's spell.

What did you mean by that?

Tilly was vulnerable to a man like Gerard.

Well, to be fair, she was vulnerable to anyone

who didn't abuse her.

Abuse her? What, physically?

Or mentally -- controlling.

You ought to have a word with her father.

Mr. Mulrooney.

Mr. Mulrooney.

Is that journal your daughter's?

- Leave it. - I'm sorry, but I can't.

I said leave it!

I will not have that -- that evil under my roof.

It might tell us something about what happened to your daughter.

I won't have it.

Mr. Mulrooney,

your daughter intimated to people in the village

that you could be... controlling.

Then either they lied or she lied.

I told you she hadn't been herself lately,

made rotten by all that filth.

You need to help us find who did this to your daughter.

Can I take a look inside?

Your lot have already been.

I need to see for myself.

Ms. Thomas.

You mentioned that Peter Saint-Stephens

orders books from you.

Can I see exactly what?

Of course.

I take it you keep a general record of everyone who orders

or borrows books from the library.

Yes.

You can tell a lot about a person by the books they read.

I certainly hope so.

Tilly's mother.

She's long gone.

Gone as in...passed away, gone?

Just gone.

And this?

The devil in human form.

Bea Saint-Stephens.

The fingerprints on The Devil card match

the ones you liberated from the Fayre.

Presumably belonging to Simeon Dagley.

It's his pack.

But there was also some smudging

consistent with handling by gloves.

So it could have been stolen.

He said he'd taken the pack

to the venue yesterday afternoon.

As for the wand, two sets of prints all over it.

No match on file.

I haven't finished.

Tilly Mulrooney has erythema,

reddening around the nose and mouth.

From what?

That I don't know.

Yet.

Some very unusual fibers on her hair.

I need to run checks.

How is the Fayre? I'm hoping to pop down later.

I wouldn't have thought of you

as a psychic fair kind of person.

I'm not really, although I did grow up surrounded by the light.

I'm the seventh child of a seventh child.

Means I should have the gift.

- Only I don't. - Oh, trust me, you have a gift.

I think that's why I went down a more scientific route,

although I did end up back with the dead.

And the walking dead.

Don't, okay?

Just don't.

The empaths volunteered their prints on these.

My hunch is they'll match any on the wand.

I'll let you know.

Is it me or is there a strong smell of peppermint?

I can certainly smell something.

I'm not sure it's peppermint, though.

Have you been smoking, Winter?

I wanted to show you this.

From Tilly Mulrooney's journal.

The tarot reader Simeon Dagley

said that he'd never done a reading for her, right?

Check out the last thing that she wrote in her journal.

Change your mind about a reading?

Not exactly, no.

Is there somewhere less public we can go and chat?

Sure. What about?

The reading you did last night for Tilly Mulrooney.

Ticket for one, please.

Not really a fan.

More of a scientist, to be honest.

But I've always been fascinated by the other side.

As in the opposition.

Well, the good thing about science is

it doesn't require belief, just facts.

But still, enjoy.

Thank you.

How are the numbers?

First session, almost full.

Others, not so much.

Is there anything else you need me to do for you?

Trap door, mirrors?

I'm joking. Jug of water.

I panicked.

You just told me one of my cards was found at the murder scene.

I didn't want to implicate myself.

By lying, you implicated yourself all the more.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It's just Tilly swore me to secrecy.

She didn't want anyone to know.

She'd had enough of her father having a go at her.

Because he disapproved.

Yes. They'd rowed about it.

He said he thought she was possessed.

No daughter of his. All of that.

How did she seem in the reading?

Excited. Amazed.

It was her first time, but she was clearly highly intuitive.

The cards that came up clearly meant something to her.

In what way?

Well, she booked the reading

because she said she'd had a dream.

She was convinced it had some significance.

She didn't say what it was about,

but hoped the reading would reinforce it.

- Did it? - Definitely.

The spread made total sense to her.

Because of your interpretation?

No, I didn't say a word. I didn't have to.

She'd gone before I could.

Did she say where she was going?

Just that she was meeting someone.

What were the cards?

The tarot cards aren't about prediction.

It's not literal fortune-telling.

They're about intuition.

The Lovers doesn't necessarily refer to lovers

any more than Death necessarily relates to death.

The Death card can often signify an ending or change.

Likewise, The Judgment card can sometimes mean being reborn,

having come through your past karmic lessons.

But if you had to say something about them.

Each of those cards features an angel.

They don't all.

I'd read that as a strong connection

to the spiritual world.

Off out? Again?

I thought I'd show my face at the psychic reading.

It starts soon. You?

No, think I'll give it a miss.

Gerard King -- not really my thing.

Now, you stop once and for all, do you hear me?

I'm coming to find you.

Oh, my God.

Boo!

Didn't expect to see you here.

Oh, you're a worse psychic than I thought, then.

It's an opportunity for me to see the master at work.

Thank you for that very kind welcome.

Loud enough to wake the dead.

Good. That's what we like.

Got a live one here.

It seems I have a young, outspoken woman.

Quite the chatterbox, this one.

Liked to do things her own way.

She's getting impatient with me,

telling me to get a wiggle on.

She's always said this to you, hasn't she?

No.

Forgive me.

It's not you.

She's come to say

"I love you.

Everything's okay."

She'll always be here.

Love and light.

Jeannie?

What is it?

Are you okay?

She's having a panic attack.

Jeannie, can you hear me?

I don't know what happened.

Breathe.

The woman who found the body was getting some air from the Fayre.

Said she saw no one.

Staged to mirror The Hanged Man.

Ligature marks suggest asphyxiation.

There's plant residue embedded in them,

possibly from some kind of vine.

Likely this.

We'll know for sure when I get back to the lab.

They seem to be cropping up all over the place.

Someone playing games with us.

What about the time frame?

There was a psychic reading started an hour ago.

Could this have been done by someone who attended that?

I think so.

Judging from the hemorrhaging and cyanosis,

I'd say this was more than an hour ago.

Incidentally, you were right about the prints on the wand.

Belonged to the two women, both on there.

Any smudging on the wand that could be from a gloved hand?

Possibly.

So both the wand and The Devil tarot card

could have been stolen.

Simeon Dagley said Tilly Mulrooney

left her reading to meet someone.

So who was she meeting?

You'd think in a village full of psychics, someone would know.

Someone does -- the murderer.

Thanks. Sir.

Apparently, it looks like the window's been forced.

Accountant and tarot reader

isn't really a typical career path, is it?

Always good to have something to fall back on.

Yeah.

Interestingly, it looks like

Gerard King's finances aren't great.

All mouth and no trousers, my grandpa used to say.

Ooh.

Bet he didn't see that tax liability coming.

I think we need to keep an eye on the village tonight,

given all the, um, new moon energy in the ether.

And you want me to be that eye, I take it?

My eyesight's not what it used to be.

It's fine.

It'll help me take my mind off things.

All about intuition, apparently.

Tilly Mulrooney had dreams

that were clearly significant to her.

As a result, she requested a tarot reading

to see if something came up that echoed what she dreamt.

And did it?

Seemingly, but what could that possibly be?

A premonition?

Oh, Lovers, is that romance?

Maybe, maybe not, apparently.

Simeon Dagley sensed

it might be connected to the spirit world in some way.

Hattie Bainbridge with a K.

Oh, it's a signed copy, no less.

Yeah, Hattie seems very honest and down to earth.

Sometimes reads as though her gift has been a burden.

In what way?

Well, on the whole celebrity circuit thing burnt her out.

I mean, she quit and returned to the village.

Tomorrow's the first live event she'll have done in years.

How's Jamie?

Perfectly fine.

Oh, that, um, yeah, he's fine.

You are being sympathetic, aren't you?

- Me? - Mm-hmm.

I'm an honorary empath.

Animal noises and pentagrams.

Not sure I like the sound of that.

Me neither, especially in a graveyard.

I'm sure they disappeared through here.

I think we've found our ritual magic.

Witches!

Sorcery!

Daughters of the devil! Out of my way!

You. You killed my little daughter.

Mr. Mulrooney, enough.

Do not drag me away with these wicked souls!

With those who do evil!

Do not drag me away with those who are evil!

Destroyed.

Care to explain?

What's to explain, Detective?

This is our new moon women's group.

And the chanting?

A Sufi prayer.

This is the coming together of powerful female energy.

Generally speaking, men aren't welcome.

I wonder why.

We set our intentions for the month ahead.

Say some blessings,

vent our frustrations on life in general

and men in particular.

Before going home and eating cake.

Or, in our case, staying up late and getting horribly drunk.

Is that right, Ms. Thomas? You don't seem so sure.

It's my first time.

Ginger's never done any kind of ritual before.

She was a bit nervous,

and there was a heck of a lot of healing to be done.

Mr. Mulrooney was convinced that you were summoning

something a lot darker than monthly intentions.

Why would he think you killed his daughter?

He blamed Bea for his daughter's interest in spirituality,

which he hated and therefore us too.

That's our wishing bowl.

Ginger released her wishes into it.

You write on scraps of paper

the things you want to change or give up in the month ahead.

Could be bad habits, negative emotions, controlling men.

We throw away the water,

and the negative energy drains away with it.

You should try it sometime.

I'm fine. Thank you.

We'll check these, if it's all the same to you.

Sleep well?

Not really.

The crime scenes bother me.

Now, the first one's magic, the second tarot.

Not necessarily the same thing.

Both strange stuff, though.

I did a bit of reading.

Tarot, reputedly Egyptian in origin.

Ritual magic in pretty much every culture.

And as for witchcraft,

essentially a Christian invention.

Meaning?

Meaning I'm not sure whether our murderer is an expert

or doesn't know anything about any of them.

A bit like us.

I'm keen to know what Felix Marshall was doing

last night creeping around.

Oh, I did a bit of late-night reading myself

on the Saint-Stephens.

Bea fell from the same tower where Tilly Mulrooney was found.

Son Isaac went off the rails

and has a form for petty theft as a result.

Well, let's speak to him.

I would speak to his father first.

The last message that Simeon Dagley received

was from Peter Saint-Stephens, and it wasn't pleasant.

"You stop this once and for all, do you hear me?

I'm coming to find you."

Simeon's death had nothing to do with me.

Clearly, you were angry about something.

What?

Simeon was our accountant.

He was hassling me over an unpaid bill.

I went to his stall.

He wasn't there,

so I checked the grounds,

drew a blank.

That's all I know.

Must have been a difficult time.

Losing your daughter.

How did your son take it?

He coped.

I need to speak with him.

Isaac, police.

Do you know what this list refers to

or why there's mud on the bed?

No.

What about your son?

Any idea where he might be, where he might go?

Isaac, wait.

Sir.

What were you doing at the tower?

Just needed to think. That's where I go.

Were you up there the night Tilly was murdered?

No.

What about Simeon Dagley? How well did you know him?

Not very. Saw him around a bit.

What have you done now?

Simeon Dagley's cottage was broken into.

Your son's fingerprints are all over his window.

Oh, don't even pretend to act like doting parents

worried about your reckless son.

You barely acknowledge me any other time.

So I broke in. What of it?

Is this your to-do list?

I didn't take anything, alright? I wasn't stealing.

It's what I saw that counted.

Was Simeon blackmailing you, Dad?

Why would Simeon Dagley be blackmailing your father?

- This isn't about me. - You're both fakes, frauds.

In fact, the only thing this family does well is lie.

Don't even know what's going on right under your nose.

You're pathetic.

And you.

Why don't you tell them the real reason you got rid of Tilly?

It's nobody's business but ours.

I beg to differ, Mrs. Saint-Stephens.

We get no satisfaction airing our dirty laundry in public.

We prefer to keep things private.

Buried, don't you mean? Like Bea.

Dead and buried like she never existed.

That's why you got rid of Tilly,

because she wanted to talk about Bea and the dreams she had.

What did she say about her dreams?

Just that they were about Bea.

We didn't get any further because they sacked her,

because this family never -- never talks about anything.

Especially Bea.

Is that why you had the panic attack at the psychic reading?

I take it your daughter was the lively, outspoken chatterbox

who liked to do things her way.

She was...

perfectly imperfect.

And I loved her for it.

- Until -- - Leave it, Jeannie, please.

No, Dad.

Let's hear it.

You blame me, don't you?

You wish she was still alive, not me,

and that it was me that had fallen, right?

You were with her.

You should have saved her.

You should have saved her, Isaac.

See?

Blame.

We're good at that, aren't we? That's what we do.

Yeah, I was there.

I watched my big sister fall.

I didn't know what to do.

Do you blame yourself or Tilly?

Cuts me up.

But no one cares about what I think or feel.

And is that why you break into people's houses?

For attention?

Back again, Detective?

Are you hoping to join our inner sanctum?

Or is it another ticking off for our bad behavior?

Heresy.

A touch of naughty witchcraft, perhaps.

Two people are dead, Ms. Finn.

Someone is clearly targeting people connected to the Fayre.

We just need everyone to be extra vigilant.

Oh, amazeballs podcast, darlings.

Oh, hello.

Glad I bumped into you. I've got something for you.

It helps with grief, and it brings emotional trauma

to the surface to be healed and released.

But how did you know --

The girls had a hunch.

Sorry.

Mr. Marshall, can I ask you what you were doing last night?

There was a crate in the back of your van.

What was in there?

Mr. Marshall, someone dumped a dead rat

on Mr. King's car yesterday.

Well, like attracts like and all that.

If you're up to something similar...

Beaver.

Beavers, to be precise.

- Two beavers. - Excuse me?

Holly very kindly sourced them for us

to introduce into their new natural environment.

Felix collected them.

Rewilding, it's called.

Glad to see the back of them, to be honest.

Smelly critters.

And just for the record, I draw the line at rats.

The beavers were Tilly's idea.

She felt very bad that by protecting the newts,

she'd stopped our chances of stopping the flooding.

She suggested that we contact a conservation group.

Introduce them into the river as an alternative.

In the hope that our busy little beavers build a dam

and help restore harmony.

They're very neat.

Yeah, nature's feng shui experts.

Well, ish. No offense.

Sir.

It's Forensics.

Tech managed to access Isaac's phone.

It seems that he wasn't stealing,

but he was filming.

In Tilly Mulrooney's bedroom, the empaths' cottage,

and Simeon Dagley's.

Some kind of voyeur, maybe.

Well, I'm no expert, but I don't think voyeurs

tend to be interested in computer files and e-mails.

Mm. Isaac did say something about blackmail.

Get that printed out and blown up.

Will do.

You figured those out yet?

Actually, Winter, I think I might have found my calling.

Thanks to Isaac Saint-Stephens,

we now know that Tilly Mulrooney's dreams

were about his sister, Bea.

These cards somehow reinforced those dreams.

How?

Well, if the dreams were about Bea Saint-Stephens,

then her lover was Jonas Wakefield.

Indeed. Simeon Dagley said that The Lovers card

doesn't necessarily signify a pair of lovers,

but logically it would to Tilly.

This was her first-ever tarot reading.

It's the obvious thing to think, so I want to speak to Jonas.

And Death could be referring to Bea's accident.

Exactly, and Judgment might have suggested

Bea rising from the dead on the other side.

It's very good, sir.

Oh, and there's more.

These are the cards Simeon Dagley turned over --

The Tower, which again might have

made him think of Bea's accident.

And what about The High Priestess

and The Hermit?

Not figured that.

Yet.

Jeannie?

Are you okay?

I just can't deal.

Oh, come.

It's okay.

Breathe. There you go.

Let's sit down.

Sit here.

I know.

Family matters are complicated.

There's a lot of hurt there.

Maybe now's the time to confront it.

Like we talked about.

Jeannie.

This isn't about this life.

This is about many incarnations over centuries.

Trapped karmic energy that you need to release.

I can release it,

if you'll let me.

Are you a fan?

Me? God, no.

Each to their own, though.

Must have made for an interesting relationship.

You and Bea, I mean.

Didn't matter to me what she was into.

She was easy to love.

And for reasons I will never know,

Bea loved me back.

Can I ask, did either Tilly Mulrooney or Simeon Dagley

contact you about Bea recently?

No. Why would they?

I thought possibly they might have

had a message for you from her.

What, from the other side?

Were you there the night Bea died?

We had arranged to meet, but I was running late.

I was working on a project with Peter at the time.

By the time I turned up,

I was too late.

Isaac...

well, was in bits and...

I don't think he'll ever get over it.

Oh, sorry.

I've got a lot to do,

and I don't want to risk this lot hexing me.

Look who I found over by the angel cards.

Horny little devil, I am.

Forensics traced the fibers on Tilly Mulrooney's body.

She was smothered with a mask identical to this.

Also, your scraps of paper --

The wishes written by the librarian.

What about them?

Well, you could call them wishes.

I'm not sure I would.

I'd call them spells -- dark ones.

"I want vengeance.

I want him dead.

He has to be stopped."

Who?

Well, that's easy.

One name over and over.

Gerard.

We are together in an ancient time,

as we have been many lifetimes before

and will be again in this one.

I see our children playing.

Son and daughter.

It's Bea.

A volcano erupting.

Pompeii.

We're separating from our children.

We are all engulfed.

We didn't get to say goodbye.

But we can heal it.

Together.

Found yourself another willing victim, I see.

Ginger, I'm in the middle of a regression.

It's very dangerous to just break in.

Don't listen to him. He did the same with me.

He told me we were destined to be together.

That in this life, we would be.

Ms. Thomas, please put that down.

Why? I bought it for him.

Gerard, what is she talking about?

Ignore her. She's totally deranged.

I wasn't the first, Jeannie.

There's an army of women he's left broken, shamed,

robbed of their savings and dreams.

He took my heart, too,

and so much more.

Who did you say you were?

Marilyn Monroe?

Cleopatra?

Yes.

Cleopatra.

Really? To his Marc Antony?

I had that one, too.

What, were we both Cleopatra, Gerard?

Please get this woman out of my house.

Have you already given him money?

He's a swindling liar and a fake.

You need to know that.

How else do you think he can afford all this?

The world needs to know he's a con man.

Why are you standing there? She's completely mad.

Is she?

You definitely need money to get the tax man off your back.

We saw your accounts.

You came to the library to gather all

the local information you needed to use against people.

You might have broken my heart,

but I won't let you break my spirit.

And presumably, you knew Bea Saint-Stephens.

Might have heard her use phrases like "Get a wiggle on."

You used my Bea to get to me?

She's lying, Jeannie.

Those witches have put it in her head.

- They've got it in for me. - Wrong, actually.

They've empowered me to speak my truth.

To expose you for what you really are --

a lying, cheating rat.

Take full statements.

And we'll need any evidence Ms. Thomas has

to back up her claims of deception.

Will do. Where are you going?

To see a psychic.

Ms. Bainbridge,

I want to talk to you about Isaac Saint-Stephens.

Isaac. Is he okay?

Not really.

He's just been charged with breaking and entering.

I took the liberty of finding out

who had booked tickets for your show.

Several have recently reported break-ins.

More worryingly,

two of them are now dead.

Think of Isaac.

He's currently a murder suspect.

I was born with a gift.

Never questioned it,

but for some reason,

my gift left me.

I was touring.

People had bought tickets.

I couldn't just go,

"Oh, sorry, no one's coming through tonight."

So you started to, um, cheat.

Mm.

Hired people to loiter in foyers and search online.

But I hated myself for it and quit.

But now you've agreed to this comeback. Why?

I needed to know I still could.

Mm.

And you can't be sure if your gift will appear.

Enter Isaac.

I won't use any of Isaac's information,

and if my gift doesn't come,

my gift doesn't come.

Sir.

Tech confirmed that the timings of the footage taken

by Isaac Saint-Stephens means that he can't be our murderer.

But they also sent the documents that he filmed

at Simeon Dagley's cottage.

We've had them blown up.

You keep an eye on everyone around here.

I'll head back over to the house.

You're not even angry at me, are you?

Can you even be that?

I don't blame you.

Haven't been entirely straight with you, either.

Or with anyone else, it seems.

Judging by your e-mail correspondence

with Simeon Dagley.

Your breakthrough ideas that led to you being

shortlisted for a Nobel Prize were in fact stolen.

How did Simeon find out?

I pay an annual retainer

to the Romanian scientist

that I borrowed from.

Simeon's forensic accounting tracked it down.

He wanted to tell the world.

I just wanted him to stop.

I am guilty.

Guilty of living a lie.

I'm not a murderer.

I didn't kill anyone.

Been a while.

Before we start, I have to be honest,

I never know if --

when the spirits are going to come through,

but I'll do my best.

Your daughter and Jonas Wakefield.

Happy?

Devoted.

When Jonas was your researcher,

as you were approaching that thin line

between science and mysticism,

where was he on that spectrum?

Jonas? A million miles away.

That's why he stopped working for me.

After Bea's death.

No, a long time before.

He may be a young man,

but he has a very old-school approach to science.

Rational, unbending.

He told me he was working with you,

and that was the reason he wasn't at the tower.

No, he wasn't at the tower

because he disapproved of Bea's interest in spiritual matters.

Her death just proved his thinking.

What about belief -- does he have any?

No, none at all.

Religiously, fundamentally, stubbornly atheist.

Has Jonas dated anyone since your daughter?

No.

Keeps himself to himself.

He lives on his own in a little cottage

out in the sticks.

Hello?

Are you there?

Oh!

Oh, please, don't.

Why are you doing this?

Oh, please, don't.

Let her go.

Don't come any closer.

Bea is here.

She's here.

She's not. She can't be.

She's not here.

What if she is, Jonas?

Would she want anyone else to go through the same pain?

Oh, what do you know about it?

I lost someone recently,

so I know a bit about grief and pain.

The finality of it.

Stay back!

She's not here. Okay?

She's not!

Because it goes against everything you believe in.

Science, medicine.

Facts.

Is that why you killed Tilly and Simeon?

Because they believed in an afterlife?

They thought they were helping me,

bringing me comfort.

They were forcing their views on me,

torturing me.

So you silenced them

and tried to make their death look like

the work of someone who believed.

I am not a bad person!

I'm not.

She's a fake.

This is fake.

It's all pretend. It's impossible.

Tilly didn't think so, did she?

That's why she arranged to meet you

to tell you about the cards and her dream.

Figments of her imagination.

She just wouldn't leave it alone.

For weeks she came over

telling me about her dreams.

Messages she thought were from Bea.

I-I had to stop her.

And Simeon,

he saw something in the cards too, didn't he?

When he told you about it, you killed him.

Bea doesn't want this.

No! Liar!

She's gone.

Gone.

I should have been there that night.

I refused to go.

But she went anyway.

By the time I swallowed my pride and got there...

it was too late.

I held her in my arms.

And I begged her.

Begged her to stay with me.

I felt the life leave her.

There was nothing.

And nothing I could do.

Confronting grief isn't easy for any of us.

It never ends, Jonas, but it does change.

What if Tilly and Simeon and Hattie's belief

can bring comfort?

The belief that Bea is okay,

she's just somewhere else, in another room?

No!

Not without me.

Not...alone.

I can't stand --

Can't stand that thought.

That she's somewhere without me.

She's -- She's dead.

She's dead. It's better that she's gone.

It's the only way it makes sense.

So, was I next, Jonas?

I gave you a message just before this event.

Were you coming for me?

To kill me rather than accept

that Bea is here and she still loves you?

Oh, Jonas, Bea forgives you.

- No! - She wants it to stop.

No! No!

None of it is real.

Bea is dead.

Stop, bubsa. Oh, stop.

Ohh.

Bea?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Peppermint or spirits?

Funnily enough, my Grandpa Jimmy

always had a peppermint on the go.

Glad to hear it. Me too.

Seems I'd stashed an emergency packet in my back pocket.

I think that might have explained the aroma.

Or not, as the case may be.

What about Hattie saying "Bubsa,"

Bea's pet name for Jonas, apparently?

Common knowledge, I'm sure.

Anyone might have known that.

Or not.

Guess we'll never know.

He's back to his best, isn't he?

Yeah, he's perked up no end.

But then over the last two days,

he has had reiki and past life healing,

colonic irrigation.

Okay, not the last one.

What have they done to you, my boy?

Out of curiosity, who was Paddy in his past lives?

Oh, well, surely that's obvious, Winter.

Paddy would have been Lassie or Greyfriars Bobby

or possibly Argos, Odysseus's dog.

Or maybe even Odysseus himself.

Paddy's always been partial to epic walks.

Oh.

Well, actually, John,

apparently he was a cat.

Here's to everyone that's passed.

And to Grandpa Jimmy.

To Grandpa Jimmy.

Grandpa Jimmy.

Grandpa Jimmy.