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I have to go.

I'm meeting someone.

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Goddess of the Moon, shine your light upon us.

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Cleanse our souls and heal our wounds.

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Goddess of the Moon, shine your light upon us.

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Shrine, come on, the mirror.

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Buddy, come on!

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Spatial awareness has never been your forte, has it?

I don't know why you want to stall 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.

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

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

Maybe he's missing Hurricane Betty.

See you.

Give my love to Jamie.

He's just lost his grandad, remember? Go easy on him, yeah?

As always.

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Chuffed up buggery with that!

Good, I think.

Say, Hattie steals the limelight again?

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 Kaye Baybridge?

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Oh.

We've got the quart.

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

Amethyst is better.

Comes from the Greek amethousos.

Literally means not drunk.

Funny, because it's got the word meth in it.

Hmm.

Don't look now.

Got the evil eye upon us.

Blessed day.

Hello, Hattie.

Morning, ladies.

Come, let's go and breathe.

Fire.

Hello, Peter.

You sure you should be here today?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what my grandpa, Jimmy, would have wanted.

Chin up and all that.

Good man.

Victims, Tilly Mulrooney, 22, wallet with ID and phone.

We'll check her call history.

Who found her?

Jog her 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 tarot card.

The devil.

The nearest village is Angel's Rise,

which is renowned for its psychic fare, believe me.

I know.

Love a bit of all that.

Cause of death?

Penetrative wound with a pellucid object.

Impact through the abdomen, directly into the myocardium,

or in common parlance, a crystal wand to the heart.

Tilly!

Tilly!

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 we'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 St. Stephens.

I'm sorry, who might they be?

The ones poisoning the village with their annual psychic sick

fest, Tilly worked for them, probably despite me,

till they sacked her last week.

This is the devil's work.

Sir.

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The images on the tower, they're called sigils or seals,

and they're used in ritual magic.

Time to pay a visit to Angel's Rise.

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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.

Forcation's sake, Jonas.

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 flows straight out the door.

But the visitors flow straight in through the door.

Typical left-brained 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, tart tart.

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

You know old Felix pounces your eye 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.

That'll be the witch in you.

Right, first things first.

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

Yeah?

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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, Mom.

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Edden Hall, owned by Peter and Jeannie St. Stephens.

Peter St. 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 OK?

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's going to be in her element.

Talking about the caves.

I mean, they're pretty unique.

OK, yeah, I know.

I was telling her.

That was it, now.

Is that the Queen of Daytime?

Gloria Huddyford?

You sure?

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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 was more just

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

Crowly men, are you?

Not that we know 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, DS 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.

Have you read things for her?

Can't say I have, no.

Where were you last night between 9 and 11?

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

And the cards were with you, seeing as you're

so protective of them?

No, I brought them down here late afternoon to get

set up ahead of this morning.

Negative energy or no negative energy

will 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, Japs, who do we want it made out to?

I expect you're here about Tilly.

Oh, don't worry, nothing otherworldly.

The jogger who found her body does my ironing.

Ran me straight after in a right state.

It's tragic.

Her father mentioned a breakdown.

No, she was an innocent with a wild imagination.

Oh, stuck in that farmhouse would drive anyone potty.

She's at peace now.

Not easy for the poor souls left behind, mind.

Oh.

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 St. Stephen's 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.

Yes?

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I know.

Careful, Gerard.

You don't want to peek 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-- not sure.

It's--

Of course.

You're cool.

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

I know it's not really your thing.

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It'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 along.

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.

The DCI Barnaby, here in unofficial capacity.

I see.

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

Au revoir, ma chérie.

Au revoir.

Everything all right?

No, the usual.

My poor Paddy, though.

He's even grumpier than I am, apparently.

Oh.

So you met Hattie, then?

Hm.

Immune.

- Evgeny.

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 he'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.

We usually just say it as we see it.

I have a spirit guide, Hakeem.

We knew each other in a previous life.

I simply relay what Hakeem 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.

Excuse me?

The empaths. I think that's what they like to call themselves.

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

Sally Anne 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. It turns out that there are 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.

Ha.

Sally Anne Barker, Rachel Finn.

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

Thanks.

Uh, you'll find them at Moonlove Cottage, though.

Excuse me.

Dealing with a feng shui catastrophe of epic proportions.

Darmatrocra.

Excuse me, do you happen to know if Mr. and Mrs. St. Stephen's are at home?

Mom? Man at the door.

Mrs. St. Stephen's. DCI Barnaby, Coulston CID. May I come in?

Tilly Mulrooney only has a self to blame.

I'm a woman of faith. He who sins is of the devil for the-

Oh, the devil has sinned from the beginning. Sunday school.

The psychic fair can't have gone down well with you, then, I take it.

Who could say that? Me, my daughter. She dabbled.

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

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

Sally Anne and Rachel. They're into all that crystal witch stuff.

Probably a sacrifice.

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.

He's different. And he's not a bloody incomer.

I grew the day those harpies were born. I'm a little bit of a miser.

I grew the day those harpies arrived. Divorcees. Free spirits.

Turning the heads of very Tom, Dick and Harriet in the village.

I rather like them. No fool like an old fool. Right, Jonas?

Leave me well out of it. Oh, Jonas Wakefield, by the way.

DCI Barnaby. My husband, Peter.

Please.

Now, Jonas is a paramedic. And practically family. He started out as Peter's researcher and...

was Pete'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 and help us run the event.

Because you part a company with Tilly Mulroney. Why?

Oh, Tilly. It's dreadful.

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

We needed someone a 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. Fine.

Yes. Okay, Felix. I'm on my way. No, two minutes.

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

You have a lot of books on the occult.

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, it'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. Well, 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 Mulroney'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 Bale, from the Lesser Key of Solomon.

What exactly does Bale do?

Let's have a look. Where is he?

Ah, here he is. Bale.

Ah, he's got a horse voice. He's good at making people invisible.

And he rules over 66 legions of demons.

Must keep him busy.

Also there was a pentagram.

Upright or inversed?

Is there a different?

Two hornet points up, single point down. Inversed. Traditionally associated with the devil.

Oh! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!

Oh!

Yes, winter.

Miss Barker, is that right?

Ms. Not 'Barker' - not 'Barker'.

I'm sorry.

Miss Barker, what are you doing here?

I'm here to help you understand why you're here.

You've got to understand.

Miss Barker, is that right? - Ms. Not 'Ms'.

Hey, can you give us a hand, could you?

There's some wellingsons over there.

Perfect. Thank you.

Thank you. Straight through. Enjoy.

Panic over?

Ah! Yeah. Just Felix complaining.

For a feng shui master, he's not for his zen.

Tell me, the Saint Stephen's son, Isaac, what's he like?

Angry.

Lost.

Losing his sister hit him hard.

It hit everyone hard, I imagine. You?

It was a tragic accident, shocked us all.

Well, you get by, you 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's concerned.

But erm...

It's three years since we died. I needed to focus on living my life.

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

I'm not talking that much.

Hello.

I got backup. Nice one.

Here you go.

This is all from the river I take? 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?

I'm not entirely sure.

Although she was stabbed with a wand, very like the ones on your stool.

Did it have opals on the handle?

If it did, it's mine.

It 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.

All that scumbag Gerard.

Such a shame she fell under his spell, but that's his thing, isn't it?

Manipulating women, posing 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 like it?

I like it.

Right.

You mentioned that Tilly fell under Gerard King's spell.

What did you mean by that?

Tilly was vulnerable to a man like Gerard.

To be fair, she was vulnerable to anyone who didn't abuse her.

Abuse her? Physically?

Or mentally, controlling.

You want to have a word with her father.

OK.

Mr Mulroney, is that journal your daughter's?

Leave it.

I'm sorry, but I can't...

I said leave it!

I will not have that evil under my roof.

Well, you might tell us something about what happened to your daughter.

I won't have it.

Mr Mulroney, your daughter intimated to people in the village

that you could be the daughter of the man who was in charge of the campaign.

I can't believe you're so sure.

You 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.

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

(fire crackling)

(fire crackling)

Who's Thomas?

You mentioned that Peter St 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.

(door opens)

Tillie's mother.

She's long gone.

Gone as in...

passed away gone.

Just gone.

And this?

The devil in human form.

Be St Stephens.

Be St Stephens.

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- Fingerprints on the devil card

match the ones you liberated from the fair.

- Presumably belonging to Simeon Dagley at his plant.

- 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 fair?

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.

- Well 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.

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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 had 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.

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(people chattering)

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- Ticket for one, please.

(chuckles)

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.

- Oh, well the good thing about science is,

it doesn't require belief.

- Just facts.

- Oh, but still, enjoy.

- Thank you.

- How are the numbers?

- First session, almost full.

- Not so much.

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

- Trapdoor mirrors?

I'm checking.

Check the border.

- 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 roud 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.

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.

- And 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?

(birds chirping)

- 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 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...

- Each of those cards features an angel.

They don't all.

I'd read that as a strong connection to the spiritual world.

(birds chirping)

- Off out?

Again?

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

It starts soon.

You?

- No.

I think I'll give it a miss.

Gerard King.

Not really my thing.

(birds chirping)

- No, you stop once and for all, do you hear me?

I'm coming to find you.

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Oh my god.

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Bo!

I 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.

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Thank you for that very kind welcome.

Loud enough to wake the dead.

Good.

That's what we like.

Got a live one here.

Seems I have a young, outspoken woman.

Quite the chatterbox, this one.

I like 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 OK.

She'll always be there, love and light.

[GASPING]

[GASP]

Jeanie?

What is it?

Are you OK?

She's having a panic attack.

Jeanie, can you hear me?

I don't know what happened.

Breathe.

[SCREAMING]

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The woman who found the body was getting some air from the fair. Said she saw no one.

Stage to mirror the hanged man. The ligature marks suggest asphyxiation. There's plant

residue embedded in them, possibly from some kind of vine, like in 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 prince on the

wand. Belong 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 think in a village for the psychic, someone would know.

Someone does. The murderer.

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Thanks. Sir, apparently it looks like the window's been forced.

"Accountant and tarot reader" is not your typical career path, is it?

Always good to have something to fall back on.

Interestingly, it looks like Gerard King's finances aren't great.

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

Ooh. Bet you 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, and I take it.

My eyesight's not what it used to be.

It's fine. It'll help me take my mind off things.

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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'd 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, the whole celebrity circuit thing burned her out.

I mean, she quit and returned to the village.

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

Mm-hmm.

How's Jamie?

Yeah, perfectly fine.

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

You are being sympathetic, aren't you?

Me? I'm an honorary empath.

[laughs]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[car door opens]

[car engine starts]

[car engine starts]

[sighs]

[car engine starts]

[distant chatter]

[distant chatter]

[distant laughter]

[distant chatter]

[distant chatter]

[distant chatter]

[car engine starts]

[car door closes]

[distant chatter]

[distant chatter]

[distant chatter]

I don't know.

What do you think?

[SIDE CONVERSATION]

(indistinct chatter)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

Animal noises and pentagrams-- not sure I like the sound of that.

Me neither, especially in a graveyard.

Sure they disappeared through here.

I think we've found our ritual magic.

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

[CHANTING IN ARABIC]

Wicked sorcery! [INAUDIBLE]

You-- you killed my daughter, Mr. Mulroney and I.

Do not drag me away with these wicked souls,

with those who do evil!

Do not drag me away for those who are evil, destroyed!

[CRYING]

Care to explain?

What's to explain, detective?

This is our new moon women's group.

And the chanting?

The 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, Miss 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. Mulroney 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

drained away with it.

You should try it sometime.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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.

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 St. Stephens, B fell from the same tower

where Tilly Mulrooney was found.

His son, Isaac, went off the rails

and has formed 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 St. 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?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Isaac, wait.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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.

[SIGHS]

What have you done now?

Simeon Dagley's cottage was broken into.

Your son's fingerprints up all over his window.

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

worried about your reckless son.

You barely acknowledged me any other time.

So I broke in.

What of it?

Is this your to-do list?

I didn't take anything.

All right.

I'm feeling.

That'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 you 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. St. Stephens.

You 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, Ginny.

Please.

No, Dad.

Let's hear it.

You blame me, don't you?

You wish she were 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.

Who could have 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.

No one cares about what I think or feel.

Things are why you break into people's houses.

For attention.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Back again, Detective.

Are you hoping to join our inner sanctum?

Or is it another ticking off for our bad behavior?

Oh, heresy.

A touch of naughty witchcraft, perhaps.

Two people are dead, Miss Finn.

Someone is clearly targeting people connected to the fair.

We just need everyone to be extra vigilant.

Oh, amazeballs podcast, Alex.

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 girl's had a hunch.

Sorry.

[CLEARS THROAT]

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

Well, 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 newt,

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.

There's forensics.

Tech managed to access Isaac's phone.

It seems that he wasn't stealing, but he was filming.

Tilly Mulrooney's bedroom, the empath's 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 emails.

Isaac did say something about blackmail.

Get that printed out and blown up.

Will do.

You figured those out, yeah?

Well, actually, Winter, I think I might have found my calling.

Thanks to Isaac St. Stephen's, 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 St. Stephen's,

then her lover was Jonas Wakefield.

Indeed.

Simeon Dagley said that the lover's 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.

Death could be referring to Bea's accident.

Exactly, and judgment might have suggested Bea rising

from the dead on the other side.

That'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.

What about the high priestess in the hermit?

No figure that.

Yet.

Jeannie?

I just can't deal.

Oh, come.

I can't.

It's OK.

Breathe.

There you go.

Sit down.

Sit down.

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 Sentris.

Trapped karmic energy that you need to release.

I can release it if you let me.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Are you a fan?

Me?

God, no.

Each to their own, though?

Must have made for an interesting relationship.

You and Bea, I mean.

It didn't matter to me what she was into.

And 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'd arranged to meet, but I was running late.

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

By the time I turned up, I was too late.

[CHATTER]

Isaac was in bits.

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

Uh, 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.

[CHATTER]

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?

That's easy.

One name over and over.

Gerard.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

We are together in an ancient time,

as we have been many lifetimes before.

And we'll be again in this one.

I see our children playing.

A son and daughter.

It's B. A volcano erupting.

Pompeii.

We're separated from our children.

We are all engulfed.

We didn't get to say goodbye.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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.

Does Thomas please put that down?

I-- I bought it for him.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

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 he say you were?

Marilyn Monroe?

Cleopatra?

Yes.

Cleopatra.

Really?

To his Mark Antony?

I had that one too.

What? Will 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.

You're standing there.

She's completely mad.

Is she?

You definitely need money to get the taxman off your back.

We saw your account.

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 St. Stephens

might have heard her use phrases like, "get a wiggle on."

You used my Bea to get to me?

She's lying, Jeannie.

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

Miss Thomas has to back up her claims of deception.

Well, do.

Where are you going?

To see a psychic.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Miss Bainbridge, I wanted to talk to you

about Isaac St. Stephens.

Isaac?

Is he OK?

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 cheat.

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.

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 Isaacs

and Stephens means that he can't be our murderer.

But they also sent the documents that he filmed at Simeon

Dagley's cottage.

I've had them blown up.

You keep an eye on everyone around here.

They'll head back over to the house.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

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

[MUSIC]

Can you even be that?

I don't blame you.

I haven't been entirely straight with you either.

Or with anyone else, it seems.

Judging by your email 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 be a Romanian scientist that I borrowed from.

[BLANK_AUDIO]

Simeon's forensic accounting tracked it down.

He wanted to tell the world, I just wanted him to stop.

[MUSIC]

I am guilty.

[MUSIC]

Guilty of living a lie.

I'm not a murderer.

I didn't kill anyone.

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

Been a while.

>> [LAUGH]

>> 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.

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

Your daughter and Jonas Wakefield.

>> Happy?

>> Thrilled?

>> 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 B's death?

>> No 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 B's interest in spiritual

matters.

Her death just proved his thinking.

[MUSIC]

>> What about belief, does he have any?

>> None at all.

Religiously, fundamentally, stubbornly atheist.

[MUSIC]

>> 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.

[MUSIC]

Hello?

Are you there?

[MUSIC]

Please don't.

[MUSIC]

Why are you doing this?

Please don't.

[MUSIC]

>> Let her go.

>> Don't come any closer.

[MUSIC]

>> B is here.

[NOISE]

>> She's here.

>> She's not, she can't be.

She's not here.

>> What if she is, Jonas?

She want anyone else to go through the same pain?

>> What do you know about it?

>> I lost someone recently, so I know a bit about grief.

>> Pain, the finality of it.

[NOISE]

>> David.

[MUSIC]

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 deaths look like the work of someone who believed?

>> I am not a bad person.

No.

She's a fake.

This is fake.

It's all pretend 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.

Told me about her dreams.

Messages she thought were from B. I had to stop her.

>> And Simeon.

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

And when he told you about it, you killed him.

>> B doesn't want this.

>> No, liar.

She's gone.

Gone.

I should have been there, and I, I refuse to go.

But she went anyway.

>> But the time I swallowed my pride, got there.

It's too late.

I held her in my arms.

I begged her.

Begged her to stay with me.

I felt life leave her.

And 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 B is okay?

She's just somewhere else, in another room.

>> No!

Not without me!

Not alone, I. Jonas.

I can't stand that thought.

She's somewhere without me.

She's, she's dead.

I just can't, I just can't, she's gone.

That'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 B is here and she still loves

you?

Oh, Jonas, Bee forgives you. She wants it. Stop! No! No! No! None of it is real. Bee is dead! Stop, Bob! Oh, stop!

(sobbing)

(thudding)

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

(crying)

♪ ♪

- Thanks.

- Peppermint or spirits?

- Funny enough, my, um, 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.

Think that might have explained the aroma.

- Or not, as the case may be.

- What about Hattie saying "bub-sir"?

Bees pet name?

- Bees pet name for Jonas apparently.

- Not common knowledge, I'm sure anyone might have known that.

- Or not. Guess we'll never know.

- He's back to his best then, 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?

- Curiosity, who was Paddy in his past lives?

- Oh well surely that's obvious. Winter Paddy would have been Lassie, or Greyfriar's Bobby,

or possibly Argos, Odysseus' dog. Or maybe even Odysseus himself.

Paddy's always been partial to epic walks.

- 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.

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