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♪ Light falls soft through
the stone's walls ♪

♪ Each little facet
and each little flaw ♪

♪ Walls fall down

♪ And when that
heart stops beating ♪

♪ You will die

Welcome, everyone, on this
most auspicious occasion.

All Hallows' Eve is a
mysterious and powerful night

where the veil between the
physical world and the spirit

world is at its thinnest.

Tonight, we will make
contact with the other side.

You might see and hear
strange things this night,

but do not be alarmed.

It will merely be the spirits
breaking through the veil.

Just so no one can accuse
me of any funny business.

And welcome.

To those lost souls
also here tonight,

we honor your presence.

Let the séance begin.

Does anyone have a
question to get us started?

I've got a question.

Actually, I've got
lots of questions.

Um, firstly, what will this
week's lotto numbers be?

And then what will next
week's lotto numbers be?

And then--

The spirits can't predict
lotto numbers.

Oh. Bummer.

Well, so what's the point?

Some people take
comfort in hearing

from those on the other side.

Oh, cool.

I know someone on the
other side, DC Breen.

This DC Breen--

he's dead?

No.

What happened?

Detective Sims will be gutted.

I'm asking a question,
not stating a fact.

The spirits are
telling me he's alive.

Yeah, I'm pretty
sure he's alive.

He's in the Solomon Islands,
you know, on the other side.

Just to be clear, I
can only communicate

with those who have died.

I know someone who's dead.

That's great, Todd.

Who do you want to contact?

His name was Hunter.

He was my best friend
when I was a kid.

This Hunter, does he
have warm brown eyes

and scraggly hair, fond
of catching rabbits?

Yeah, that's him.

Uh, I have an offering.

He is with you right now
curled up beside your chair,

wagging his tail.

Oh.

Communicating with the dead
should not be taken lightly.

The spirits can't
perform magic tricks.

Can we hurry up
with this mumbo jumbo?

I like to be tucked up
in bed by 10:00 p.m.

You know, Eileen,
I hear a lot

of that dismissive attitude.

But I fully believe in
Morgana's spiritual abilities.

You might be surprised.

Now, does anyone
have a dead human

they would like
to connect with?

Are you sure you
want to go through with this?

It's not too late to leave.

I call upon the spirits
of those who have passed.

We welcome you with
open hearts and minds.

If you have a message for
anyone at this table tonight,

make yourselves known.

Break through the veil
and use me as your vessel.

Viktor, I feel a
strong presence

coming through for you.

I bet you do, but too late.

We're divorced.

Careful, don't
anger the spirits.

They have no time for
your stupid jokes.

I wish to speak to the
spirit of my great grandmother,

matriarch of the
Marinkovic family.

Nadarajah Prabhakar Latinka
Marinkovic, are you here?

She's here.

Oh!

I'm scared of the dark.

What the hell
is going on here?

Come on.

Turn the lights back on.

Oh, oh.

Oh, what the hell?

What? Look, Hunter.

What's going on?

What have you
got for us, Boss?

Apart from a haunted house.

It belongs to
Morgana Marinkovic.

The palm reader?

Turns out she's
clairvoyant, too.

There's a difference?

Oh, yes.

Palm reading involves
interpreting physical signs

for spiritual guidance.

It--clairvoyancy is
creating a gateway

between the physical and
spiritual for interpretation.

She was holding a
séance here tonight

because it's All Hallows' Eve.

Hmm, which is?

Well, might you ask.

It's the best night of the
year to contact the dead.

The veil is at its thinnest.

Yeah.

A thin veil--makes sense.

The victim?

Her ex-husband
Viktor Marinkovic.

He was killed
during the séance?

Someone took the whole
communing with the dead thing

quite literally.

How?

It seems he was stabbed.

Seems?

Uh, follow me.

Yeah, seems like a
stab wound, all right.

So what's the catch?

There's no sign of a knife
or a weapon of any kind.

Yeah, in the
body, sure, but--

In the room, a room
that was locked when

11 people began the séance.

All nine witnesses swear
that no one entered

or exited during the event.

All nine witnesses have
been retained in the house.

Well, 11 people
minus the victim.

So why are there
only nine witnesses?

A 10th left the scene.

Hello, Mike.

You want me now?

Ah, Gina, come through now.

We'll start with
the interviews.

Um, you know, I've
dealt with Morgana before.

She'd probably appreciate
a woman's touch.

You little piker.

It can't be that bad.

Mike, it's always a pleasure
to see you after hours.

When the call came, I
thought, oh, how lovely,

something to fill my evening--

and with you.

It's so nice.

Mm.

Uh, the cause of death
seems pretty obvious.

It is interesting.

How?

Well, this incision looks
like a stab wound, yes?

However, there is
very little blood.

Do you have the weapon?

No.

You mean it went

I mean, it's not
immediately obvious.

Perhaps he was
killed by a ghost.

Mm, perhaps, but in
my opinion, unlikely.

What happened, Viktor?

Who did this to you?

And with what?

He doesn't know.

I promise you.

Seriously, he doesn't know.

Who doesn't know what?

Viktor.

He doesn't know who killed him.

It was too dark.

Mm.

Okay.

So how did the night begin?

I always ask the
guests to bring a plate.

It's a lovely way for
everyone to get to know--

each other beforehand.

Hi.

Oh.

Oh, trifle.

Yummy.

My grandmother's recipe.

So Mrs. Baker was
the first to arrive?

Mm.

Were you hoping to hear
from anyone in particular?

My grandmother.

I've been dying to get my
hands on her Lamington recipe.

Oh, is that bad
form, to say "dying,"

you know, considering--

Break through the veil
and use me as your vessel.

There's
an elderly lady here

coming through very clearly.

She's well put together
with a large bosom.

Oh, oh.

That sounds like
my grandmother.

Grandma, I need your
Lamington recipe.

She's saying she doesn't
want to talk about Lamingtons.

She's saying----
your house is a complete mess.

When was the last time you
dusted your mantelpiece?

Is that you, Mom?

Honestly, Peggy.

How hard is it to
unpack a dishwasher?

And another thing--
- Okay.

Thanks, Mom.

So you didn't get the
Lamington recipe, then?

I was very disappointed.

Ishbel and Eileen
arrived next.

I can never remember
which one is which.

But the one with short
hair was sort of rude.

She's Ishbel.

I'm Eileen.

Eileen's here as
my moral support.

Oh, we brought snacks.

Oh, asparagus rolls.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mm.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Eileen, Ishbel.

Hello, Becky.
Oh.

Pavlova puffs.

Oh, and asparagus rolls.

You know,
it's the sulfur

that affects the wheeze
but only in 50% of people--

the other half
not, not a whiff.

Fascinating.

Just between you and me, Becky,
I don't believe in psychics.

Frankly, I have no
idea why she even came.

That kind of slander
is bad for business.

I was so excited to be
attending my first séance.

I was hoping to communicate
with my beloved Archie.

Archie?

My husband.

This year would have been
our 50th wedding anniversary.

He passed last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And was it unexpected or--

A car accident.

We were driving home from
bingo and ended up in a ditch.

Archie swerved to avoid a
dog and died at the scene.

Ishbel almost didn't
make it herself.

She was in a coma
for several days.

I woke to Eileen by my side.

She told me the terrible news.

If there was even
the smallest chance

that I could hear from
Archie and know he

was okay on the other side, I--

I had to take it.

I wanted to tell
him I miss him.

Mrs. Spencer, was there also
someone you wanted to contact?

Psychics are nothing
more than charlatans.

And Morgana Marinkovic
is no different.

She tried to scare us
all with her theatrics.

Scare you?

How?

By pretending she was
possessed by an evil spirit.

Ugh!

Pay heed!

There is danger
here this night.

One poor soul will not
leave this room alive.

Theatrics, performance art--

and hardly convincing.

Do you still consider
Morgana Marinkovic

a charlatan even though someone
in the room actually died?

Let me alone.

What will I do without Viktor?

He knew that
that would happen.

Sorry, did you just say
you knew this would happen?

Da.

I warn him.

It was really his own fault.

How's that?

I had this terrible feeling
in my throat for days.

But like an idiot, he insisted.

Sorry.

A feeling where?

My throat, in my gut.

I should have listened.

As the lights went
out, I knew it.

By the time it was too
late, she came for him.

She came for him.

Uh, who--who came for him?

Our great
grandmother Latinka.

We were always scared of her.

And tonight, she came
from under the grave

to exact her revenge.

Okay.

Um, you see something that
lead you to that conclusion?

With my eyes?

Never.

But in the dark, I felt
her spirit rush past me.

I was sitting
right beside Viktor

when the lights went out.

Turn the lights back on.

Put the lights back on.

She was in the room with us.

Ah!

It's no coincidence
that Viktor was

killed at the exact same moment
he called on Latinka's spirit.

She came.

She killed him.

This spirit wind thing--

could it have been
a gust of wind

from an open window or someone
rushing around the table?

It was Latinka.

Besides, the wind--it
went through the middle

of the table, not around it.

Trust me, it could only have
been our great grandmother.

She was a witch.

She cursed the whole family
when we moved to New Zealand.

When you say "curse"--

She was already so
old that my parents

decided it was best to
leave her behind in Croatia.

And she was furious.

Besides, she never
liked Viktor.

She always referred to him
as...

Uh, what now?

"The clumsy elephant,"
which he actually was.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Mr. Paruta?

DSS, Mike Shepherd.

Ah.

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

Oh, of course.

Yeah, anything to help.

Attending a séance--is
that something you do often?

I've been going through
some stuff recently.

And my dad--he died
a couple of years ago.

He was always good with advice.

Uh, did you know
Viktor Marinkovic?

No.

No, not really.

Not really or not at all?

I'd seen him around.

So what?

Who arrived next?

Viktor, Svetlana, and Barry
all turned up at the same time.

Although, I don't think
they traveled together.

There seemed to be
a bit of tension.

Between Barry and Viktor?

Maybe.

Things were a bit weird
when I opened the door.

Hello.

Why didn't you tell me
this...

Was going to be here?

How was I supposed to know
you didn't want Barry here?

You always seem to be
fighting with someone.

I brought fritellas.

My favorite.

You better not start
anything tonight.

Me?

You're the one in
the wrong, mate.

Let's just say it
was a bit awkward.

Will you excuse me
for just a moment?

Okay.

Thanks.

So what were you and Viktor
Marinkovic fighting about?

Who said we were fighting?

You had witnesses.

I wouldn't
call it fighting--

more of a misunderstanding.

Okay.

What was the
misunderstanding about?

Honestly, I can't
even remember--probably

just some mates thing.

I thought you
didn't know him.

Well, I knew him--

of him.

Everyone knew Viktor.

He was a man about town.

When can I get my plate back?

What's the hurry?

Don't want to annoy the wife.

You'll get it
back eventually.

For now, it's part
of a crime scene.

I just wanted next
week's lottery numbers.

But apparently, she's
not that kind of psychic.

You know, I'm not sure
she's actually that good.

Nah, nah, nah.

She's the real deal, I reckon.

She knew my dog
Hunter was with me.

Okay.

So did
either of you see

or hear anything
that could have

contributed to Viktor's death?

He and I didn't
even know the guy.

No, me neither.

I mean, the whole thing
was real mysterious.

But Gerard McIntosh
was acting kind of sus

after the lights
came back on, though.

Yeah, yeah, true.
He was sus, for sure.

Ah!

Hunter, don't look.

I guess it's time
to get going.

He was desperate
to get out of there.

2, 3.
Up.

Moving.
Moving up.

Morgana, I need the key.

I need the key.

And Morgana was being
weird, too--like, staring

into the corner of the room.

And Gerard was really
freaking out, aye?

He was like, give me the
key, and then just ran away.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And then he took his
cheese and, what was it,

pineapple hedgehog with him.

Yeah.

It was weird.

Yeah, I was looking
forward to partaking in that,

but he took it home instead--

bit selfish.

Took it home or fled
the scene with evidence?

Lavender and ashwagandha,
very calming.

Uh, what did you
say his last name was?

Who?

Gerard.

McIntosh.

Gerard McIntosh.

And how was his
relationship with Viktor?

I'm not one to gossip,
but honestly, not great.

And why is that?

They were in business
together until recently.

What kind of business?

They had plans to
do up the abandoned

theater on Main Street.

Oh, the--the old Regent.

Mm.

Thank you.

They wanted to convert it
into a boutique retro theater,

but things turned sour.

And do you know why?

I heard the project
was a lot more

work than they anticipated--
structural issues.

Sounds expensive.

Exactly.

You didn't hear
this from me, but I

think Gerard lost a lot
of money, which is why I

didn't want him here tonight.

But he insisted.

Sorry.

The séance is fully booked.

Not according to this.

Okay.

There's one spot left, but I
don't think you should take it.

Because Viktor's going?

I don't want the both
of you starting something.

The spirits don't like
it when the guests fight.

Relax.

I don't care about
Viktor anymore.

I just have someone that
I really need to contact.

He just seemed so desperate.

How could I say no?

Ah, Miss Bassett,
good to see you again--

although, not so much
under these circumstances.

Cynthia, please.

Cynthia.

Can I ask what brought
you to the séance tonight?

Why does anyone
come to these things?

I presume you wanted to reach
out to your ex, Rick Faldo?

Of course.

Yes.

He left us so suddenly.

I still have so many questions.

If you don't mind my
asking, what were you wanting

to speak with him about?

Before Rick died, we
were looking at starting

an artist community.

Like a commune?

You can call it that.

I'm sure that's
what Rick wanted.

But for me, I was
hoping to create a space

where artists
could come together

and would support one another.

It fell apart
after Rick died?

Rick had found a
new business partner.

Usually, I can smell a scam
a mile off, but I didn't.

Your new business
partner scammed you?

I probably shouldn't be
talking without a lawyer.

More tea?

No, thank you.

I think that should
be enough for tonight.

Have you ever had your
palm read, Detective Sims?

No, I'm not really
into that sort of thing.

May I?

Oh, my God.

Uh, you okay to
wrap things up here?

Absolutely.

Uh--

Mike, I would like to
inspect the items in this room.

We have a forensics
department for that.

They'll be through
in the morning.

Good luck with that.

I think you need me
more than you know.

Oh, well, let's see
what SSG turn up first.

Uh, we've sent
the others home.

Morgana is sleeping
over at her shop.

Good.

Let's freeze the scene.

Doing my check.

Morning.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So this was the seating
arrangement last night?

Yeah.

Morgana Marinkovic was the
furthest away from the door

and also the furthest away
from the deceased, Viktor

Marinkovic, her ex-husband.

And the lights went out at?

8:00 p.m. exactly.

So if there really
only was one key,

then one of these had
to have been the offender.

How did they
trigger the lights?

An accomplice outside
stationed next to the fuse

box maybe.

Really?

Am I the only one
who knew about this?

Knew about what?

Last night, power
company had a planned

one-minute outage at 8:00 p.m.

Testing the grid.

But the power never
went off at my place.

Different grid.

If the outage was
scheduled, whoever killed Mr.

Marinkovic was working
with split-second timing.

And therefore
was premeditated.

We can rule out Todd,
Frodo, and Mrs. Baker.

Mrs. Baker and Todd only met
Mr. Marinkovic last night.

And Frodo only knew
him in passing.

And given the séance
was at Morgana's house,

she must have known
about the power outage.

Yeah.

Not to mention, she
openly predicted

that someone was going to die.

Ugh!

Pay heed!

There is danger
here this night.

One poor soul will not
leave this room alive.

Hell of a way to prove
you've got the goods.

And she's the ex-wife.

We need to find out if
their split was amicable

and how long they've
been separated.

And why did Gerard McIntosh
flee the scene with his cheese

and pineapple hedgehog?

Are we really thinking that
a cheese and pineapple hedgehog

had anything to do with this?

Death by 1,000 toothpicks?

Huh.

At the very least,
it's suspicious behavior.

Barry Parata--
there's something

more to his disagreement
with the victim

than he's letting on.

Cynthia Bassett?

Ah, she's another one
who's concealing something.

But as yet, I don't know what.

She was also sitting right
next to Mr. Marinkovic.

Well, could she have secreted
the weapon out on her person?

Everyone was searched before
they were allowed to leave.

Except Gerard McIntosh,
who left as soon

as the lights came back on.

Right.
Well, he's the only one who had

the opportunity
to remove the weapon.

And if he didn't, it's
still in there somewhere.

The SSG are at the house
as we speak.

They can't find it,
I guess it's not there.

Whoa, easy, girl.

You're going to turn
orange at this rate.

Nice to see Manny
out and about.

Yeah, donkey daycare
is closed today.

It's a real pain.

It's hard having
your kids at work.

Usual?

Sure.

How well did you
know Viktor Marinkovic?

Oh, not really.

I mean, he bought
coffee sometimes.

Long black, triple
shots, and three sugars.

That drunk?

I'm surprised he didn't have
a triple shot of vodka in them

as well.
- Trudy.

Detective.

So you knew Viktor as well.

Come on.

You should know by now.

Saying you know someone
is hardly narc-ing.

He might have drunk at
The Croc on occasion--

on a very regular basis.

So you knew him well, then?

Well enough to know he
couldn't hold his liquor.

His sister Svetlana
on the other hand

could drink a hippo
under the table.

See, that wasn't
so hard, was it?

Ah.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, and for
our last time.

Sweet.

Thanks.

See you, Manny.

No way.

Sorry, I hope I'm
not interrupting.

Nothing important.

How can I help?

Detective Kristin Sims.

Just here to ask a few
questions about last night.

I figured you lot
would turn up eventually.

So why not just wait
to talk to us last night?

I don't know.

I panicked.

Well, leaving the
scene of a crime

can be interpreted
several ways.

The truth is, I was scared.

The séance was way more
intense than I was expecting.

That spiritual stuff gives
me the heebie jeebies.

Well, that's the definition
of a séance, isn't it?

I guess--first
time, you know.

So you left in a hurry,
a little bit spooked.

Yes.

But not so
spooked as to forget

to take your cheese
and pineapple

hedgehog with you as you left.

It was more about the
board that it was on.

The board?

I made it for my wife
when one of our macrocarpas

went down a few years back.

Woodwork is my thing.

I didn't want to lose it.

Were you aware that
Viktor Marinkovic would

be at the séance last night?

I knew, but my
reasons for going

were more important
than any animosity

I felt towards Viktor.

Mm.

So you admit you
had issues with him?

Yes, but--

My wife died two years ago--

complications in childbirth.

I lost both of them.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I needed to keep
busy after that.

So I decided to rebuild
the old movie theater.

My wife Christine
always loved old movies.

But then Viktor--

Ripped me off.

I gave him 60 grand for
a builder who never came.

It was supposed to be
my retirement fund.

Well, that must
have made you angry.

I suppose so.

I will need to take
that hedgehog, by the way.

Why?

It was in the room at the
same time Viktor was killed.

I want the board
back, though.

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

You scared me.

Apologies.

I, uh, understand you
slept here last night.

Mm.

I had to get away from--

you know.

Have you thought
any more on who

might have wanted Viktor dead?

Who wouldn't have?

Viktor has a way of
infuriating people.

Did he mention
anyone in particular?

No.

I've asked,
but he's being obtuse.

Who is?

Viktor is.

He's not even making any sense.

Plus, he won't leave me alone--

like I said, infuriating.

Uh, can I ask why
you and Viktor split?

Was it amicable?

You mean, how did I put up
with him for as long as I did?

If you like.

Do you believe
in love, Detective?

Oh, gosh.

You've been married a lot.

You're still
waiting for the one.

Speaking of love, how's
detective Chalmers doing?

Will you shut up?

I'm sorry you had to see that.

"How can I be
interested in dating

at a time like this?"

We're divorced, that's how.

Um, I can see now's
probably not the best time.

I'll come back later.

Detective Chalmers.

So lovely of you to
come and check on me.

Please come in.

I can wait until
you're dressed.

I'm dressed.

Rakia--helps with the shock.

Hmm?

I know Viktor wasn't perfect,
but he was my brother.

And I loved him.

It's just the two of you?

Mm-hmm.

Da.

Our both parents
died many years ago.

It's why I wanted
to attend séance.

You hoped to speak with them?

Mm-hmm.

My mother in particular.

Why did Viktor
want to make contact

with your great grandmother?

It was rumored that she
had some great fortune

in gold hidden on the
old Marinkovic property.

And Viktor was determined to go
back to Croatia and claim it.

You should let
sleeping ghosts lie.

Even if there is a
treasure, she will never

let you know where it is.

Why not?

I am her flesh and blood.

She would want
a Marinkovic to find it.

Have you forgotten she
cursed our whole family?

She cursed our
parents, not us.

We were only teenagers.

- Don't call me that.
- Why not?

It's true.

Listen, there is no
reasoning with the ghost

of an angry witch.

You really believe that
Viktor was killed by the ghost

of your great grandmother?

Of course.

Who else would have
the reason to kill him?

How was the relationship
between Viktor and

Barry Parata?

What does Barry Parata
have to do with anything?

I believe there was some
conflict between them.

But he's one of the best
people I know.

There is no way on earth he was
responsible for Viktor's death.

You're kidding?

There is no
weapon in that room.

They've turned it upside down.
Nothing.

What about the windows?

No sign of forced entry?

Well, they've
checked the surrounds.

The ground is
completely untouched.

Besides, the windows
have been painted shut.

So whoever killed
Marinkovic was in that room.

Okay.

Thanks.

Gina.

Mike.

The victim has opened
his body up to me.

It's time.

Okay.

Uh, thanks, Gina.

On my way.

Cause of death was due
to a single stab wound

at the base of the skull.

It severed the brain stem.

Death would have
been instantaneous.

Once the brain is severed
from the spinal cord,

it simply forgets how to
breathe or pump blood.

I estimate Mr. Marinkovic
died within seconds.

Hence the lack of blood.

Just so.

I will say, it's quite a lucky
placement for a single stab.

Do we think it was a knife?

The wound?

It's 8 centimeters deep
and 3 centimeters wide.

So the dimensions
of a paring knife.

I think so.

And look here.

In the wound, I found
microscopic fragments of wood.

So we're looking for
a knife made of wood?

Unlikely.

A wooden knife would
not be sharp enough

to penetrate the body to
the extent this weapon did.

Did the SSG find anything?

Not yet.

What did I tell you?

They couldn't find a
bear in a honeypot.

Well, you know
where to find me.

I'm supposed to meet
with Detective Sims.

Mrs. Spencer, thank
you for coming in.

Right this way.

Okay.

Take a seat.

So I'm curious as to why
you attended the séance

when you'd made
it very clear you

didn't believe in such things.

I was there to
support Ishbel.

I may not believe Morgana can
communicate with the dead,

but Ishbel does.

You've known each
other for a long time?

Over 50 years.

We met at nursing school.

And you had no desire to
speak to your own husband?

I made my peace with
Frank's death a long time ago.

It's not something I
feel emotional about.

And Viktor Marinkovic?

Did you feel any particular
emotions towards him?

I'd never even met the
man before last night.

A few people have mentioned
feeling a strong gust of wind

when the lights went out.

Did you notice
anything like that?

Well, I'm uninclined to
believe it was spirit-related,

if that's what
you're insinuating.

But yes, I did notice
a slight breeze.

I suspect someone
opened a window.

Well, would it surprise
you to learn that all

the windows were painted shut?

Well, then there must
have been another way in.

Hello?

Cynthia?

Sorry, I tried calling out.

Interesting.

I'm calling it
The Dead Croat.

Don't you think that's
a bit insensitive?

Or it could be
seen as a dedication.

Either way, sometimes
art is confrontational.

And that's why
we're drawn to it.

Besides, I doubt
many tears will be

shed over Viktor Marinkovic.

And why do you think that?

I didn't know him well,
but it was common knowledge.

He was a bit of a scam artist.

According to who?

Try Barry Parata.

Viktor stole thousands off him.

You know that for a fact?

You should talk
to Barry about it--

not really my place.

Did you make contact
with your ex Rick Faldo

at the séance?

I didn't really get a
chance before Viktor died.

Were you upset by that?

I was half expecting
Viktor to ruin it anyway.

Hmm.

Detective Shepherd.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

You're a war enthusiast?

Oh, goodness no.

Not me--my husband, Archie.

He was a big history buff.

He was fascinated by war.

I should probably
get rid of it all,

but I can't quite
bring myself to do it.

Mm.

Uh, did you and Mr.
Marinkovic have a relationship

prior to last night?

Well, I wouldn't
say relationship.

But we did see him at The
Croc & Panther sometimes--

Archie and me, that is.

We used to go every
Thursday night to bingo.

But I haven't been
back since Archie died.

So you haven't
had any contact--

ah, thank you--
with Mr. Marinkovic

in the last year or so?

No, I've never
actually spoken to him.

I don't think bingo
was his motivation

for being at the pub.

Ah.

If it's not too personal,
did you manage to communicate

with Archie last night?

I was one of the lucky few.

Pay heed!

There is danger
here this night.

One poor soul will not
leave this room alive.

Of course, Ishbel.

What's your question?

Uh, I wanted to know if
my beloved Archie was here.

Yes, he is.

He's been here
since you arrived.

He's standing right beside you
with his hand on your shoulder.

Oh, Archie.

I am so lost without you.

He says he loves you.

And although he's
no longer with you,

you will always have
his full support.

I'd love to believe that
my Archie was always nearby.

But in my heart, I--

I think it's all
smoke and mirrors.

One last thing.

Uh, a few people have
mentioned a gust of wind

during the séance.

Did you notice that?

Wind?

No, I didn't notice
anything like that.

Why?

It's probably nothing--

just a line of inquiry
we're looking into.

Mm.

Oh, thank you for the tea.

Uh, I can see myself out.

Hello?

Mr. Parata.

Sorry to disturb you.

I tried your home,
but no one there.

Basically living
here all hours now.

Mm, it's impressive.

Small business, but
potential growth if I

can keep the overheads down.

So just run by you
and your wife or--

Be
weird if it was--

I'm not married.

It's just me.

Is there any truth to
the rumor Viktor Marinkovic

ripped you off to the tune
of several thousand dollars?

You've been
talking with Cynthia?

I was brought on
by Viktor to help

build a tiny home community.

Viktor found a site.

And I was going to
supply the houses.

I gave you that money months
ago for the council permits.

Where are they?

There was some complications.

I had some personal issues
I had to deal with first,

but I'll file the
permits this week.

No problem.

You expect us to believe you?

You've done nothing
but lie to us.

Trust me, the
deal is still on.

No, no, no, no.

That's the thing, Viktor.

I don't trust you.

My friends, please.

Have faith.

Did he hold up
his end of the deal?

What do you think?

Well, I think people
can get emotional

when there's money at stake.

Why was Cynthia involved?

Her ex Rick.

He'd introduced Cynthia
to Viktor a while back.

And when Rick died, well,
she turned to Viktor.

So she went into
business with Viktor?

I guess he saw her coming.

Seems like Mr.
Marinkovic wasn't

the best business partner.

Left Cynthia with
a boatload of debt.

Also, I think she feels
foolish for trusting the guy.

Like I said, people
get emotional over money.

I suppose you've seen it all.

I've seen enough.

Have we got to
the bottom of why

Morgana and Viktor divorced?

Well, being a clairvoyant,
she was probably

always hassling him about
what he was about to do

but hadn't done yet.

Speaking from experience?

Uh,
Morgana is not the only

relative of Viktor's that's
a bit hard to handle.

Svetlana?

She was already
drinking by the time

I turned up this morning.

I couldn't get much out of her.

Ishbel Forbes
states that she's

had no contact with Viktor
over the last year--

uh, prior to that, only in
passing at The Croc & Panther

at bingo.

Cynthia and Barry
both lost money

to Viktor's empty promises.

As did Gerard.

But I did manage to
get my hands on this.

Hmm.

Gina will want that.

Yes, she will.

Thanks.

Mike.

So nice to see you so soon.

Uh, brought you a hedgehog.

Oh.

You know the way to
a woman's heart--

a delicacy in the
Vladivostok region.

That's not a hedgehog.

Uh, kiwi delicacy.

Pineapple, cheese,
toothpicks evoking hedgehog.

More importantly, it's
also the missing item from

the séance room last night.

Have the SSG finished?

Yes--nothing.

Because they couldn't find
a brewery in a haystack.

It's my turn.

Take me to the lock
room and let me see

if I can expose myself to you.

♪ I never took the easy road

♪ I've been traveling slow

♪ And I begged,
borrowed, and stole ♪

♪ Just to find my
way back home ♪

You'd expect candles at
a séance, would you not?

And yet, look.

Not one candle.

True.

If there were candles in the
room when the power went out,

there would still
be some light.

Instead, the room was
plunged into darkness.

Perhaps the lack of
candles was by design.

What do you think?

Anything else?

Yes.

Why does stale cream
smell so terrible?

I, uh, can't help you there.

But why is there
a damp tea towel

in the corner of the room?

Perhaps there was a spillage.

And I wonder, what is this?

Lock me in, Mike.

I won't leave until I
have an answer for you.

Cynthia.

I just have a few
more questions.

Um, why didn't you tell us
that Viktor had ripped you off?

I knew how it would look.

I didn't want to get
drawn into this mess.

Besides, now that Viktor
is dead, I'm hoping Barry

and I can move forward
with the artist community.

Even though you lost
your initial investment?

I believe in the concept.

And eventually, I will
make my money back.

Unlike Barry.

Barry.

Gerard.

Who knows who else?

Viktor was a con artist.

When
the lights went out,

did you notice a gust of wind?

Oh, the spirit, you mean.

Is that what
you think it was?

There was definitely
a malevolent

spirit there that Night.

I half wondered if it was Rick.

Why would you think that?

Rick was a very
powerful force in my life.

Rick.

I love you.

Even if he was troubled.

Jesus loves you, Cynthia.

He wanted to build a big pool
as part of the artist community

and hold adult baptisms.

Viktor called him crazy.

Rick lashed out.

Viktor punched him in the face.

Rick was often getting punched.

He had that effect on people.

So yeah, there was ill will
between Viktor and Rick.

Sorry.

So if I'm hearing
you right, you're

saying Rick Faldo rose from
the grave and killed Viktor?

All I know is the lights
went out and Viktor was dead.

It couldn't have
happened to a nicer guy.

Morgana?

Oh, how lovely
to see you, Daniel.

I was hoping it would be you.

I've missed our connection.

Is everything okay?

I didn't get a lot
of sleep last night.

What about you?

Anyone keeping you up at night?

I actually have a
question about candles.

What type of candles?

These ones here will attract
your true love to you if you

light it under a waxing moon.

Not those candles.

Actually, it's more a lack of
candles I'm wondering about.

Okay.

Isn't it common practice
at a séance to use candles?

Yet, at yours, you
didn't have any.

Well, that's because of an
incident about six months ago.

If you have a message for
anyone at this table tonight,

make yourselves known.

Break through the veil
and use me as your--

Ah!

Oh, my God!

I mean, who needs
that much hairspray?

Anyway, after that,
I had to enforce

a strict no candles policy.

How did everyone
sign up to the séance?

I had a sign-in
sheet on the counter

with 10 spots available.

So everyone who signed up
after Viktor would have known

he was going to be there?

I suppose so.

Do you recall the
order everyone signed up?

I can do you one
better, Daniel.

I still have the sign-in sheet.

Let's see.

Mrs. Baker was first, then
Todd Taylor and Frankie Oates?

Ah, yes.

Then Viktor and Svetlana
signed up together.

Morgana, you must
remember me talking about

my great grandmother Latinka.

The name sounds familiar.

Why?

Viktor wants to go
back to motherland.

To Croatia?

How lovely.

Surely Latinka is no
longer alive, though.

Sadly, she died
many decades ago.

But there is a rumor.

Apparently, Latinka was the
holder of a great treasure--

gold coins acquired
during the war.

And when she died, she left
them hidden on her property.

So you want me to contact
your great grandmother

and find out where
the coins are hidden?

Da.

I've already bought
the flights to Croatia.

With someone else's money.

You promised Barry you'd
get those council permits.

Why are you
always on his side?

I'll get the permits
once I find the gold.

We're divorced, remember.

So you can't use me
like some sort of spirit

vending machine anymore.

Very understandable.

I am, of course, happy
to pay for a session.

Well, I do actually
have a séance scheduled

for All Hallow's Eve.

If you want, you can
sign up for that.

Don't do it, Viktor.

You're playing with fire.

So Viktor openly
admitted to using

Barry Parata's money to
purchase flights to Croatia?

He didn't seem
to be hiding it.

And Barry Parata definitely
signed up after Viktor?

Gina.

Would you care
to guess what I

found in the bottom of a vase?

Uh, water.

And sawdust.

So it could be connected
with the wood fragments

you found in the wound.

I have not made
that comparison yet.

But I feel it into my lagoon
where the devils dwell

that the two are connected.

All right.

Uh, let me know
when you know more.

But Mike, first, I
need to be let out.

Why did you lie about knowing
Viktor would be at the séance?

I didn't think
it was important.

We know Viktor used
the money you gave

him to buy flights to Croatia.

Well, I always knew
he was a scumbag.

All for some wild goose
chase to find some hidden gold.

Bet that was frustrating.

Of course it was.

If he'd just stuck at
the tiny homes project,

he would have had his
money back and some.

Well, fair to say that you're
a little more than frustrated?

Of course.

I was pissed off.

Pissed off
enough to kill him?

No.

I didn't care about the
money, but it set the project

back a couple of months.

And thankfully, we're
getting things sorted.

So with Mr. Marinkovic
out of the way,

the project is back on track?

With or without him, I'm
determined to go for it.

It was only five grand.

Mike, my lagoon has spoken.

Thanks.

Gina wants to meet
us at Morgana's house.

Now?

Yeah, she reckons she knows
what the murder weapon is.

But she needs all of us.

Well, doesn't she usually
prefer to do this type

of thing with you alone?

Not this time.

Mike, please
take Viktor's seat.

Kristin, you are Svetlana.

Daniel, you are Cynthia.

Why do I have to be Cynthia?

Would you rather be Frodo?

I'm now going to call on the
spirit of Viktor Marinkovic

to help us solve this crime.

Actually, I already know
how this murder happened.

So we won't need to call on
Viktor's spirit after all.

Uh, Mike, would you like
to check the key is secure?

No, no. I'm good.

Are we in agreement there
is no one else in the room

with us, no way in or out?

Mm.
Mm-hmm.

- Sure.
- Sure.

Gina, I don't know
what the point of this--

Oh, what was that?

It's cold.

Just like the murder weapon.

Okay.

So Viktor was killed
with an ice knife?

Yes--and no.

During my investigation,
I found sawdust

at the bottom of
this vase which

matched the fragments I found
in Mr. Marinkovic's wound.

But that's not all.

I found trace amounts
of blood in the water,

Mr. Marinkovic's blood.

An ice knife by itself,
while sharp enough

to create the incision
in Viktor's neck,

would not be strong enough.

So it's not an ice knife?

No, but I was intrigued by
the wood fragments in both

the wound and the vase.

I discovered when you
mixed the correct ratio

of sawdust and water,
a new substance

is created called pykrete.

Okay.

Pykrete has vastly improved
strength and toughness

compared with normal ice.

So the offender
could have stabbed

Viktor in the back
of the neck and then

put the knife in the vase?

Yes, the murder itself
would have been very quick.

And by the time we got here,
the knife would have melted

to become water and sawdust?

You are not as slow
as I always thought.

Okay.

So what was the gust
of wind just now?

Ice--it's cold and slippery,
can be hard to get a grip of.

But if you grip the
handle with a tea towel,

then it would be easy to make
the necessary step required

to kill Viktor like so.

So in the darkness,
the offender

would only need to get rid of
the tea towel and the knife

and sit back down and relax.

And in the corner
of the room, Mike

found a damp tea towel, which
gave veracity to my theory.

But the tea
towel still doesn't

tell us who the offender is.

Which means that everyone in
the room is still a suspect.

You mentioned sawdust.

Yes, untreated--macrocarpa,
to be more precise.

Hello?

Mm.

Macrocarpa all right.

Could be a coincidence.

Although, Svetlana
was a little too adamant

that Barry had
nothing to do with it.

But he's one of the
best people I know.

There is no way on earth he was
responsible for Viktor's death.

And we know that
Svetlana brought

a tea towel to the séance.

I brought fritellas.

My favorite.

You think Svetlana and
Barry were in it together?

Why not?

Mm.

I wonder what his wife knows
about their relationship.

What?

No, he's not married.

According to Barry, he is.

When can I get my plate back?

What's the hurry?

Don't want to annoy
the wife, you know.

Well, that's not
what he told me.

So just run by you
and your wife or--

Be weird if I was--

I'm not married.

It's just me.

Let's bring them both in.

But first, Morgana.

You and Viktor,
your separation--

how would you describe it?

I wouldn't.

I don't focus on the negative.

So it was acrimonious?

Hardly--more a
conscious uncoupling.

When I first met
Viktor, his aura

was a lovely shade of blue.

But after a few years, it
turned a gloomy shade of brown.

He had become very
self-absorbed.

So that's when you
asked him for a divorce.

No one wants to be married
to someone with a brown aura.

How long ago was this?

Ages ago.

Three years at least.

And since then, your
relationship with Viktor was--

I wouldn't say we
were bosom buddies,

but we got along
perfectly well.

Okay.

So on the night of the séance--

Sorry.

Are we keeping you up?

Sorry.

I haven't slept well the
last couple of nights.

I could really
do with a coffee.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

It's because of Viktor.

He was barking at me all night.

Barking?

Like a dog for hours.

Will you shut up?

Please, Viktor.

Seriously?

Here we go.

Mm.

Thank you.

Mm.

This coffee has its own
special aura, doesn't it?

You're welcome.

So on the night of the séance,
after Viktor was killed,

you were seen looking
in a corner of the room.

That's right.

So can you
explain why you were

looking there and not looking
at Viktor like everyone else?

Oh, but I was
looking at Viktor.

Mm.

How's that?

When the lights
came back on, I saw

Viktor's soul leave his body.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Somebody call the ambulance.

- Oh, my was he--
- Is he okay?

- Oh, is he--
- No, he's--

- Viktor?
- What is it?

- Viktor?
- Holy gee.

Where's my phone?

What are you going
to do about it?

Dah.

Police. Fi--ambulance.

I've never seen
that happen before.

I guess it goes to show how
powerful All Hallow's Eve is.

What was he pointing at?

That's what was so strange.

He was pointing at a
tea towel on the floor.

You know, when you
take out all the crazy,

all she's really saying is she
noticed the tea towel appeared

after the murder, which
the offender wouldn't want

pointed out.

I agree with Kristin in that
Morgana might be eccentric,

but I don't think
she'd want to attract

attention to the tea towel if
she's the one who threw it.

Yeah, but she is tricky.

All that ooky spooky stuff
could be a smokescreen.

Hello.

Why am I here
when my brother's

killer is still out there?

Miss Marinkovic, we
want what you want--

to find the person responsible
for your brother's death.

But you haven't exactly
been honest with us,

have you, Svetlana?

We've ascertained
that Viktor was

killed with a pykrete knife.

So?

What's that got to do with me?

Pykrete is a compound
made of ice and sawdust--

in this case,
macrocarpa sawdust.

What?

I use macrocarpa,
so I killed Viktor?

Not necessarily, but it
is an unusual wood choice.

Well, macrocarpa
wasn't my choice.

Cynthia insisted on it.

Okay.

Why did you also lie
about being married?

Okay.

Yeah, that
was wishful thinking, I guess.

But the whole night
hadn't gone as planned.

I wasn't thinking straight.

What was the plan?

I'd only gone that
night to ask Viktor if he

would agree to our marriage.

Marriage?

To who?

We know you brought
a tea towel to the séance.

I didn't want flies
getting on my fritellas.

That's pretty
convenient, isn't it?

What the hell
has my tea towel

got to do with Viktor's death?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe a lot.

Would you say you had a good
relationship with your brother?

Viktor was very
possessive of me.

He definitely didn't
want me marrying a kiwi.

Any kiwi in particular?

Look, I love Svetlana.

She wanted me to build
a bridge with Viktor.

As soon as he saw me
that night, he lost it.

Keep your filthy hands
off my sister, you...

Hello.

Why didn't you tell me
this...

Was going to be here?

I was willing to make
amends for Svetlana's sake.

But Viktor--no,
he wasn't having any of it.

Viktor had no intention
of following through

on the artists' community.

He was just looking for
some easy money and a chance

to separate me from Barry.

Separate you how?

He wanted me to return
to Croatia with him

and not to come back.

But that's not
what you wanted.

I like New Zealand.

I like Brokenwood.

I became very fond of Barry.

And I want to
become Mrs. Parata.

You weren't
enticed by the gold?

There was no gold--

not in Croatia, anyway.

How do you know that?

A few months ago, I
found the golden coins.

They were hidden inside the
sewing machine my parents

brought over with them.

And you didn't tell Viktor?

I gave them to Barry to cover
the cost of what Viktor stole.

Neither of us had a
reason to kill Viktor.

And Gerard McIntosh--

I mean, he basically admitted
he wanted to kill Viktor.

Yeah, he was the
only one that fled

the scene after Viktor died.

And he works with
the same wood, too.

I made it for my wife
when one of our macrocarpas

went down a few years back.

Woodwork's my thing.

I didn't want to lose it.

And his board was
covered with a tea towel

when he arrived.

Which fell on the
floor as he was leaving.

Although, to be
fair, the tea towel--

I've got one of those.

Yeah, me, too.

At least five of the suspects
arrived with one.

Sorry to
keep you waiting, Morgana.

We do have all we
need for today.

I wish I could tell
you who killed Viktor,

but I really don't know.

Well, you are free to go.

But if I had to guess, I'd
say it was Eileen Spencer.

Because?

She seemed unnaturally
keen on being there.

Can I help you with anything?

Uh, I'm looking for a dream
catcher for my grandson.

It's his birthday.

How gorgeous.

They're right over here.

Oh.

Oh, lovely.

Thank you.

Uh, what--what is this?

I'm holding a séance
on All Hallows' Eve.

It's a very good time to
communicate with loved

ones who have passed over.

Would I be able to
talk to my mother?

Absolutely,
provided she's nearby

and wishes to
communicate with you.

If you're interested,
you can sign up here.

Ishbel, you
should sign up, too.

Sign up?
For what?

It's a séance.

Oh, no.

I'm not sure I'm
really even to say.

it could be
a chance to talk to Archie.

Oh, very well.

So it was Eileen, not Ishbel,
who wanted to go to the séance?

And for a skeptic,
that was very odd.

Eileen made it
seem like she only attended

the séance to support Ishbel.

When in reality,
she signed up first

and coerced Ishbel into going.

If Eileen really
was a skeptic,

what was her real motivation
to attend the séance?

Uh, to kill Viktor.

We know it was who convinced
Ishbel to attend the séance,

not the other way around.

People who prey on
the grief of the living

are the worst of the worst.

No one can actually
communicate with the dead--

at least that's what I thought.

You changed your mind?

Several months ago, I woke
up in the middle of the night

with chest pains.

According to the doctors,
it was a mild heart attack.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Mm.

I was so scared.

You know, I thought--

that's when I saw her.

Saw who?

My mother.

Yeah, she was perched
on the edge of my bed.

I could even smell her perfume.

I thought I must
have been dying.

That must have
been unsettling.

My mother reached
out and patted my knee.

She said, it's not
your time yet, Eileen.

My whole body was
filled with warmth.

And when I woke up, my
chest pains were gone.

The séance was an opportunity
to see if it was real?

I needed to know, was I
supposed to die that night?

And did my mother send me back?

Did you know about the séance
before you went to the crystal

shop with Ishbel?

I'd seen a flyer
a few days earlier.

And when Ishbel
mentioned that she

was looking for a
gift for young Jimmy,

I suggested the crystal shop.

But why?

You could have gone to
the séance by yourself.

I was nervous.

Um, I wanted my friend with me.

And did you get the answers
that you were looking for?

I wonder if my
mother is here tonight.

Yes, she is.

She has her hair
in a tight bun.

And----I can
smell sweet jasmine.

I need to know, did she--

am I--

She's saying she
misses you, but you won't

be seeing her anytime soon.

So you need to stop
living in fear.

She says she loves you and
she's always watching over you.

Wow.

I was not expecting that.

If we believe she's
telling the truth,

she had no motive
to kill Viktor.

Well, if she's in
the clear, I'd like

to talk with Gerard again.

Mm-hmm.

Although, Cynthia told
Barry to use the macrocarpa.

♪ Sometimes

♪ I get on a high horse

♪ Then I go home
alone, of course ♪

He was barking
at me all night.

Will you shut up?

♪ Tell me to come
down a while ♪

♪ Get my feet back
on the ground ♪

♪ Walk on down
the road a mile ♪

♪ Mm-hmm

♪ La, la, la, la

♪ Mm-hmm

♪ La, la, la, la

♪ It's not easy

♪ Easy

♪ Trust me, angel

♪ I been down the way

♪ I know that I'm not easy

♪ Trust me, Angel

♪ I'll be down the way

- Hey.
- Hmm?

You've been here all night.

Did you know
pykrete was created

during the Second World War in
the battle to defeat the Nazis?

- The Nazis.
- Mm.

How--

Uh, the Allies came
up with a secret plan

called Project Habakkuk.

The goal was to use pykrete
to build an aircraft carrier.

Frozen ship?

That makes no sense.

So if the Allies made a giant
ice ship to beat the Nazis,

how come we've
never heard of it?

The project was
abandoned when

it became clear that the
Allies were winning the war.

What does a failed
World War II ship have

to do with Viktor's death?

I'm not sure yet.

Hmm.

I actually had a
thought this morning.

I mean, I know pykrete melts
more slowly than plain ice,

but surely there'd still
have to be some sort

of cooling receptacle.

Where are you going?

Oh, go ahead and bring
in Gerard and Cynthia.

I'm going to check on a hunch.

Nervous?

I mean,
yeah, obviously.

I'm not good
at being interrogated.

This isn't an interrogation,
just a friendly chat.

How friendly?

Well, for starters,
I was wondering if you'd

tell me about your woodwork.

My woodwork?

Why?

You use macrocarpa.

I'm sure that makes
a lot of sawdust.

Uh, I guess.

That kind of happens when
you make things out of wood.

What kind of
things do you make?

Birdhouses, mostly.

I like to see them
build their nests.

Why did you insist
Barry Parata use

macrocarpa for the tiny homes?

I don't understand.

Well, macrocarpa
is a strange choice.

It's more expensive,
for starters.

My motivation for
the tiny home community

was to create a space for
artists to come, sure.

But I also knew that
a more holistic,

unprocessed environment
would attract more clientele.

So it was purely
a business decision.

Sure.

Are you familiar
with pykrete?

Py-what?

Pykrete.

Mr. Marinkovic was killed
with a pykrete knife made from

a mixture of ice and sawdust.

Okay.

Sawdust from macrocarpa wood.

You find something amusing?

If I wanted to kill Viktor--

and believe me, I have
thought about it--

I wouldn't use a
pathetic ice knife.

Oh, Detective Shepherd.

I wasn't expecting
another visit so soon.

May I come in?

Of course.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Uh, thank you.

When my wife died, I sort
of just lost my will to live.

I'm not good on my own.

Do you know how
hard it is to get

away from your own thoughts?

I can only imagine.

You went through
very difficult times.

I needed distractions,
but it was hard to leave

the house at first.

I started spending more
time in the garden.

Okay.

Last spring, I
found some fantails

who had fallen on the ground.

So I decided to
build a birdhouse.

The mom bird came back.

And the babies all lived.

I saved them.

Sometimes they still visit me.

Okay, Gerard.

Piwakawaka, fantails.

They're birds that can hold
a lot of spiritual meaning.

You understand.
Yes.

Yes, they do.

But what have they got to do
with Viktor Marinkovic's death?

You're not listening.

My birdhouses have got nothing
to do with Viktor's death.

Building them keeps me busy.

And the birds make me happy.

That's it.

So you haven't been
collecting macrocarpa sawdust

to create a pykrete knife?

I don't even
know what that is.

I just like to imagine
that the birds who visit me

are somehow sent by my wife.

I miss her.

Thanks.

We're finished
with your wife's board.

So how can I help you today,
Detective Shepherd?

Ah.

We know how Viktor was killed.

Oh, well, that must come
as a relief, I'm sure.

He was stabbed with an
unusual type of knife.

Although, we've never
been able to locate it.

Hmm.

That must be
frustrating for you.

On the night of
the séance, you brought

your pavlova puffs and
asparagus rolls in a chili bun.

Isn't that correct?

Morgana, I'm so
excited to be here.

It stops them going soggy.

Was it your chili
bun or Eileen's?

It was mine.

Huh.

Uh, sorry.

One more question.

On the night that
your husband died,

you'd been at The
Croc & Panther.

Is that right?

Yes.

It was bingo night.

Bingo!

Oh, I did it.

I can't believe it.

To begin with, it was
a--a wonderful night.

We won a hamper.

Mr. Marinkovic was
there that night.

Well, yes, but I only noticed
him when we were leaving.

On the way home, that's
when the accident happened?

Archie swerved to avoid a
dog and died at the scene.

Ishbel almost didn't
make it herself.

She was in a coma
for several days.

It all happened so quickly.

Ah!

Turn the car!

I don't remember much, but it
was the worst night of my life.

I lost my Archie.

I'm sure you were angry.

Angry?

At who?

God?

Archie?

The dog?

It was just a tragic accident.

Although, that's not
the whole truth, is it?

Viktor Marinkovic
was an alcoholic.

He was drunk that
night, wasn't he?

Oi.

Hey, give me that.

You can either call a cab,
or you can walk home, mister.

Sorry, folks.

Thanks again, Trudy.

I'm looking forward
to next week.

Yeah.
See you next week.

- Bye.
- Bye now.

And he was clumsy.

She always referred to him
as...

Uh, what now?

"The clumsy elephant."

It wasn't a dog that
caused the accident, was it?

It was Viktor.

Ah!
Turn the car!

If you knew it was Viktor,
why say it was a dog?

And if I had?

Come on, Detective.

Viktor would have been
charged with what?

Causing a public nuisance?

No.

No, that would not
have been enough.

When I found out that
Archie had been killed,

my only goal was for revenge.

I didn't know the first thing
about how to go about it.

Maybe not.

You had Archie's
World War II books that

you could use as reference.

And that's when you found this.

Is that when you came up
with the idea to use pykrete?

It wasn't my idea.

He--he led me to it.

Who led you?

Archie.

He wanted revenge, too.

I had no idea what to do next.

But Archie continued
to guide me.

I saw that the séance was
to be held the same night

as the power outage.

It didn't mean much
to me at the time.

It could be a chance
to talk to Archie.

When you saw that Viktor
would be attending the séance

on the same night as the
planned power outage,

you had your opportunity.

Mm, very well.

All I needed to do
was to make the knife.

♪ I followed someone today

♪ Just a block or two

♪ Could have bet that
silhouette was you ♪

♪ It made my heart beat fast

♪ It filled my eyes

♪ Your memory takes me

♪ By surprise

♪ I can't go on

♪ Each day and night so long

♪ When I think I've moved on

♪ You're here in my head

You didn't have much
time during the outage.

There was only enough
time to strike once.

But you knew exactly where to
aim from your years as a nurse.

I've seen injuries
like that before.

I still wasn't sure whether
I could go through with it.

So I reached out to
Archie one last time.

I wanted to know if my
beloved Archie was here.

He's been here
since you arrived.

He's standing right beside you
with his hand on your shoulder.

Oh, Archie.

I am so lost without you.

He says he loves you.

And although he's
no longer with you,

you will always have
his full support.

I knew what that meant.

Archie supported my
plan to kill Viktor.

When the power went
out, I didn't hesitate.

- Oh.
- Hey.

- Who turned the lights out?
- Come on, man.

What's going on?
- What's happening?

Is this supposed
to be happening?

I'm not standing for this.

Oh!

This isn't funny anymore.

Did you feel that?

Oh, I really don't like this.

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

Ah!

Eileen, I'm scared.

Do you mind me asking,
Detective Shepherd,

have you ever been married?

More than once.

Uh, it's never
quite worked out.

Not everyone's lucky enough
to meet their soulmate,

but I did.

He gave me children,
grandchildren--

oh, the best life
anybody could hope for.

Viktor stole that from me.

And when he did, all the
love I felt for Archie

was replaced by hatred.

And I wanted revenge.

If you're willing
to take some advice

from a foolish old woman,
when you find your soulmate,

protect them.

Protect them.

Because I couldn't
protect my Archie,

and it destroyed my life.

So this is The
Crocodile & Panther?

Fancy seeing you here.

Trudy.

How's Ray?

Ray's Ray.

If he'd have known
you were coming,

he might have stuck around--

then again, maybe not.

I've changed my mind on
a lot of things lately.

I'd like to sign
up for bingo night.

Would that--would that be okay?

It's a free
country, I suppose.

I think I can
remember your name.

Should I put you down
as "Eileen Spencer,"

or would you prefer "Mom"?

See you next Thursday, then.

Eileen.

Detectives.

Hi, Trudy.

Uh, a sauv, a Merlot.

Trudy.

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Yeah,
you could say that.

Uh, so a sauv, a Merlot
and a pink chihuahua

for Princess Charmers.

- A lager will be fine.
- Sure.

I'll bring them over.

Thanks.

You know, it's always the
ones you least suspect.

Yeah, Ishbel Forbes
seems so sweet.

She is.

But if you take away
someone's whole world,

perhaps anyone is capable
of doing what Ishbel did.

What are you snickering at?

Dogs.

What?

Well, Ishbel had seen a
dog ran in front of her car

the night she died.

But it was in fact
Viktor, right?

Wait, so hang on.

Are you suggesting
that Morgana Marinkovic

might actually be
a good clairvoyant?