Midsomer Murders (1997) s22e06 Episode Script

1
Amazing.
Come on to me,
oh, ancient one.
Ahhhh
I have to go. I'm meeting someone.
Goddess of the moon,
shine your light upon us.
Cleanse our songs
and heal our wounds.
Goddess of the moon,
shine your light upon us.
Paddy, come on.
Spatial awareness has
never been your forte, has it?
I don't know why you want a
stall at a psychic fair anyway.
Well, I'm taking full advantage of Betty
being away with school
and doing something for me.
And as head of the Historical Society,
I get to share my vast knowledge of the area
and the Hades Caves in particular,
which are
an incredible feat of
engineering with a glorious,
if somewhat questionable, bacchanalian past.
-Oh, bacchanalian. Very good.
-Thank you.
Do you think Paddy's okay?
He barely touched his food.
Maybe he's missing Hurricane Betty.
-See you.
-Oh.
Oh, give my love to Jamie.
He's just lost his granddad, remember?
-Mm.
-Go easy on him, yeah?
As always.
Chuffed up buggery with that.
Good, I think.
Saint Hattie steals the limelight again.
It's not my fault I'm a
teeny, tiny bit marvelous.
Oh, don't sulk, Gerard.
No one likes a wet wimple on a sunny day.
Couldn't agree more.
And who am I to get in the way
of the glory that is Hattie K Bainbridge?
Ohh.
Have we got the quartz?
It's good for a hangover, isn't it?
Amethyst is better.
Comes from the Greek "amethusos."
Literally means "not drunk."
Funny 'cause it's got the word "meth" in it.
Don't look now. Go the evil eye upon us.
Blessed day.
Hello, Hattie.
Morning, ladies.
Come, let's go and breathe fire.
Hello, Peter. Good morning.
-You sure you should be here today?
-Yeah.
Yeah, it's what my Grandpa
Jimmy would have wanted.
Chin up and all that.
Good man.
Thanks.
Victim's Tilly Mulrooney, 22.
Wallet with ID and phone.
We'll check her call history.
Who found her?
A jogger out on their morning run.
So what do you think?
Some kind of sacrifice?
Definite ritual element. Pagan?
Or Satanic.
This was lying on her body.
It's a tarot card.
The Devil.
The nearest village is Angel's Rise,
which is renowned for its --
Psychic Fayre. Believe me, I know.
Love a bit of all that.
Cause of death?
Penetrative wound with pellucid object.
Impact through the abdomen
directly into the myocardium,
or, in common parlance,
a crystal wand to the heart.
Tilly! Tilly!
-Sir, sir
-Is that my Tilly?
No.
No!
I'm very sorry about what happened
to your daughter, Mr. Mulrooney.
Can I ask what brought you here?
Tilly didn't make it home again last night.
And when I heard word in the village that
police cars had been seen up at the town
You just know, don't you?
You said "again."
Did she make a habit of not coming home?
Not in the way you're thinking.
But last week, she was found
wandering through the village
in the dead of night in just her night dress.
I was worried that she'd been
having some kind of breakdown.
A breakdown?
She'd been having dreams.
Visions, she called them.
I blame the Saint-Stephens.
I'm sorry. Who might they be?
The ones poisoning the village
with their annual psychic sick fest.
Tilly worked for them,
probably to spite me.
Till they sacked her last week.
Thisis the devil's work.
Sir.
The images on the tower,
they're called sigils or seals.
They're used in ritual magic.
Time to pay a visit to Angel's Rise.
Shame we're reduced to hiring out our home
for this pagan nonsense.
Needs must.
Think of it as your credit card paid off.
We have no other source of income.
You're a prize-winning
scientist, for crying out loud.
I was, Jeannie. Was.
Sell some of these vile books, then.
Does your Mr. Gerard King know you think
all things spiritual are wrong?
I got the impression that you rather
gave him the time of day.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Isaac up yet?
Is it past noon?
If not, then it's highly unlikely.
For Cassian's sake, Jonas.
Look, why have you put me here as opposed to
somewhere the energy actually flows?
I don't know a thing about all this.
-Give me logical, scientific thinking any day.
-It's feng shui.
Here, the energy flow straight out the door.
But the visitors flow
straight in through the door.
Typical left-brain logic.
I told Tilly. Where is she anyway?
Pete and Jeannie sacked her last week.
But they asked me to step in.
You know, like I haven't got a real job.
Morning, Felix. All good?
Oh, tut, tut.
I'm much better than good,
my lovely empath influencers.
You know old Felix fancies you, right?
In his dreams.
Can't wait to see his face when he finds out
who's on our crystal healing podcast.
I'm so excited about tonight.
I can literally feel my blood reacting.
Mm. That'll be the witch in you.
Right, first thing's first.
Let's set up here, and then
we head back to Firefly, yeah?
Isaac, come on.
It's time to get up.
Chop chop.
Let's get some of God's light in here, shall we?
What time do you call this, anyway?
Stupidly early, Mum.
Edin Hall, owned by Peter
and Jeannie Saint-Stephens.
Peter Saint-Stephens the scientist?
The same. Touted some years
ago as a Nobel Prize winner
owing to his pioneering work on string theory.
Slightly odd that he's opened
his doors to this sort of thing.
Are you sure you're going to be okay?
What with
You know, all this psychic
twaddle.
Nothing like keeping an open mind, sir.
No, I'll be fine.
Has Sarah asked you to keep an eye on me?
I don't know what you're talking about, Winter.
Sarah is going to be in her element,
talking about the caves, I mean.
They're pretty unique.
Is that the queen of daytime?
Gloria Hollyford? Are you sure?
Tarot, I believe.
Indeed. Simeon Dagley,
accountant by day, tarot reader by destiny.
Care for a reading?
To be honest, we're interested in The Devil.
His card, that is.
Tarot trump number 15 of the Major Arcana,
traditionally one of the most feared cards.
Oh, the card that we were
thinking of is more just a --
a goat with a -- with an eye
in the middle of his forehead.
Crowley men, are you?
Not that we of.
That's from his Thoth deck.
Not as popular as the Levi deck, but still --
I'd rather you didn't touch.
Anyone else touches the cards,
negative energy transfers into them
and can affect my readings.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
D.S. Winter.
Perhaps you could show us The Devil card instead.
Not there, I take it?
Mr. Dagley,
Tilly Mulrooney's body was found this morning
with The Devil card placed on top of her.
Know anything about that?
But you clearly knew Ms. Mulrooney.
Ever do readings for her?
Can't say I have, no.
Where were you last night between 9:00 and 11:00?
I was at home at my cottage, but I live alone.
And the cards were with you?
Seeing as you're so protective of them.
No, I-I brought them down here late afternoon
to get set up ahead of this morning.
Negative energy or no negative energy,
we'll need to take them as potential evidence.
Also, do you know anything about these?
It's not really my area. Try Patty.
She's in there somewhere.
Right, chaps, who do you want it made out to?
Ah.
I expect you're here about Tilly.
Oh, don't worry. Nothing otherworldly.
The jogger who found her body does my ironing.
Rang me straight after in a right state.
It's tragic.
Her father mentioned a breakdown.
No.
She was an innocent with a wild imagination.
Stuck in that farmhouse would drive anyone potty.
She's at peace now.
Not easy for the poor souls left behind, mind.
Ohh.
Her father also seemed to
think her death had something
to do with the occult and
all things supernatural.
Frank would think that.
He's part of the narrow-minded
fire and brimstone brigade.
Do you know anything about sigils?
A symbol used in ritual magic.
Each sigil represents a spirit
or entity to be summoned.
Do you know if anyone
in the village is into magic?
Peter Saint-Stephens orders
a lot of books on the subject.
Ginger here is the local librarian.
Reminds me, I should open up.
But I'll see you later.
Deep peace.
And pure white of the moon to you.
We celebrate the moon as it represents a strong
and powerful feminine energy.
Barnaby, of course.
Your dog, Paddy, has not been well.
Off his food.
Grumpier than usual.
More so than even you.
How do you know this?
I was talking to your wife earlier.
She's outside.
I think she's busy.
Oh.
Yes?
I know.
Careful, Gerard. You
don't want to peak too early.
What do those witches mean by that?
Ignore them, Jeannie.
They just like to stir the cauldron.
Right now, all that matters is you.
Why don't we get a cup of tea back at mine later?
Oh, I'm
not sure it's
Of course. Your call.
Just thought you might want
some space away from all this.
I know it's not really your thing.
Mm.
That's fascinating.
Caves excavated to house
a secret society of wealthy pagans.
Many people believe that
the Spirit of the Damned Club
remains here to this day.
I'm giving a talk on it
later. You should come up.
Of course.
And here's little old me,
just an interior designer of distinction
sent to convert the world to feng shui.
Did you know it comes from
the Chinese words "feng,"
meaning "wind," and "shui," meaning "water"?
Not "hot" and "air," then?
Hello, darling. This is Felix.
Felix, this is my husband, John.
D.C.I. Barnaby, here in an official capacity.
I see.
And I have a stand that I better go stand at.
Au revoir, ma chérie.
Au revoir.
Everything alright?
The usual.
My poor Paddy, though,
he's even grumpier than I am, apparently.
Oh, see you met Hattie, then.
Mm.
Yeah, Jeannie.
I'll have to cancel.
I'll explain later.
Yeah.
Thanks for coming. Over here.
It's a threat, isn't it?
Jonas just told me about Tilly.
Do you think it's connected?
We don't know yet.
You're a psychic medium, aren't you?
Anyone with a grudge against you?
A disgruntled client, perhaps?
Presumably you sometimes
tell people things they'd rather not hear.
Sometimes, but usually just say it as we see it.
I have a spirit guide, Hakim.
We knew each other in a previous life.
I simply relay what Hakim shows me.
I see.
How well did you know Tilly Mulrooney?
Not very.
Through a campaign, mainly,
to save the great crested newts.
The river runs from here through the village
and in certain circumstances
has been known to leak
into a couple of properties.
Of the psychopaths in particular.
Excuse me?
The empaths.
That's what they like to call themselves.
Seems to be the new superpower
you have to have these days.
Sally Ann Barker, Rachel Finn.
Gaining air time by the second.
What's that got to do with the river, Mr. King?
They started a petition to reroute it
and even suggested that I pay for it.
Is that why you opposed it?
Yes, because it would have
cost me thousands of pounds,
because technically it's my land.
The petition started to gain traction
until Tilly came to the rescue.
She knew all about the newts.
Turns out they're a protected species
and rerouting the river would
have destroyed their habitat.
So happily with Tilly's help, we won the day.
When did this all happen?
We won last week.
Excuse me.
Sally Ann Barker, Rachel Finn?
Not here. I said I'd keep an eye.
Thanks.
You'll find them at Moon Love Cottage, though.
Excuse me
Dealing with a feng shui
catastrophe of epic proportions.
Excuse me, do you happen to know
if Mr. and Mrs. Saint-Stephens are at home?
Mum, man at the door.
Mrs. Saint-Stephens.
D.C.I. Barnaby, Causton C.I.D.
May I come in?
Tilly Mulrooney only has herself to blame.
I'm a woman of faith.
He who sins is of the devil for the --
For the devil has sinned from the beginning.
Sunday school.
The Psychic Fayre can't have gone down
well with you, then, I take it.
You could say that.
Bea, my daughter,
she dabbled.
Peter came up with the idea
of the Fayre in her memory.
No prizes for guessing
who is behind Tilly's death.
Sally Ann and Rachel.
They're into all that crystal witch stuff.
Probably sacrificed Tilly to some pagan god.
I gather they also recently
had a battle with Mr. King.
Oh, they did.
And, boy, did we see them off.
I'm on the council, you see.
So teaming up with Gerard King
sits all right with your Christian beliefs.
Ah.
He's different.
And he's not a bloody incomer.
I rue the day those harpies arrived.
Divorcees, free spirits, turning the heads
of every Tom, Dick, and Harriet in the village.
Mm. I rather like them.
No fool like an old fool.
Right, Jonas?
Leave me well out of it.
Jonas Wakefield, by the way.
D.C.I. Barnaby.
My husband, Peter.
Please.
Jonas is a paramedic and practically family.
He started out as Peter's researcher
and was Bea's boyfriend.
Medicine -- well, science,
it's always been my thing
since I was a kid,
so I jumped at the opportunity
to be Peter's researcher
when I left school. And once again
he's kindly agreed to step
in, help us run the event.
Because you parted company
with Tilly Mulrooney. Why?
Oh, Tilly. Oh, that, it's dreadful.
Look, she was lovely, but
she was not very reliable.
We needed someone bit
more practical, down to Earth.
Fortunately, my shift pattern
means I've got a few days off.
And your son, does he help out?
Isaac?
You're joking, aren't you?
Just helps himself.
Oh, um, okay if I --
Mm.
Yes. Okay, Felix, I'm on my way.
Two minutes.
Tilly Mulrooney's death
had a ritual element to it.
You have a lot of books on the occult.
Yeah, well, I have an
interest in the history of magic.
My wife disapproves.
Which I'm sure is why you do it.
Still, it's an unusual hobby
for a scientist of some renown,
tipped for the Nobel Prize.
Well, that's a long time ago.
My thinking, therefore my
funding, went out of fashion.
It happens.
Do you practice magic?
Of course he doesn't.
Books are one thing,
but I'd divorce him if he actually did anything.
Ah.
My interest is purely academic.
Just an armchair occultist.
Do you know anyone in the
village who does practice?
No.
At the scene of Tilly Mulrooney's death,
there were bundles of sticks and these sigils.
Do you recognize them?
Yes, those are seals used in ritual magic
for the summoning of spirits.
That one I believe is Bael
from "The Lesser Key of Solomon."
What exactly does Bael do?
Let's have a look. Where is he?
Here he is. Bael.
It's got a hoarse voice,
is good at making people invisible,
and he rules over 66 legions of demons.
Must keep him busy.
Also, there was a pentagram.
Upright or reversed?
Is there a difference?
Two horny points up, single point down.
Inversed, traditionally
associated with the devil.
Oh! Oh, my gosh.
I'm so sorry.
Oh.
D.S. Winter.
Miss Barker, is that right?
Ms., not Miss.
Hey, come give us a hand, could you?
There are some Wellingtons over there.
Perfect, thank you.
-Thank you.
-Straight through. Enjoy.
-Panic over?
-Oh, yeah.
Just Felix complaining.
For a feng shui master, he's not very Zen.
Tell me, the Saint-Stephens' son Isaac --
What's he like?
Angry.
Lost.
Losing his sister hit him hard.
Hit everyone hard, I imagine.
You?
It was a tragic accident, shocked us all.
But
Well, you get by. Move on, don't you?
Have you moved on?
Only you're here helping out,
still very much part of the family.
I'll always be part of the family
as far as Jeannie is concerned.
But
It's three years since Bea died.
I needed to
focus on living my life.
I'm only here to help out with the Fayre.
Talking of which
Hello.
-I got backup.
-Nice one.
Here you go.
This is all from the river, I take it.
Yeah.
I heard that you lost the battle.
Something to do with newts.
The newts were never in any danger from us.
Gerard and Jeannie just used
them to influence the outcome.
What happened to Tilly?
We're not entirely sure.
Although she was stabbed with a wand
very like the ones on your stall.
Did it have opals on the handle?
If it did, it's mine.
Went missing a few days ago.
What was your relationship with Tilly Mulrooney?
I heard that she swung the campaign against you.
We didn't have a problem with Tilly
or that scumbag Gerard.
Such a shame she fell under his spell.
But that's his thing, isn't it?
Manipulating women, imposing his will on them.
Something of a rat, perhaps.
We like your energy.
Don't we, Rach?
Oh, don't worry.
We're not going to put a spell on you.
You should listen to our
podcast, Healing Matters.
You'd like it.
Right.
You, um -- You mentioned that Tilly
fell under Gerard King's spell.
What did you mean by that?
Tilly was vulnerable to a man like Gerard.
Well, to be fair, she was vulnerable to anyone
who didn't abuse her.
Abuse her? What, physically?
Or mentally -- controlling.
You ought to have a word with her father.
Mr. Mulrooney.
Mr. Mulrooney.
Is that journal your daughter's?
-Leave it.
-I'm sorry, but I can't.
I said leave it!
I will not have that -- that evil under my roof.
It might tell us something about
what happened to your daughter.
I won't have it.
Mr. Mulrooney,
your daughter intimated to people in the village
that you could be
controlling.
Then either they lied or she lied.
I told you she hadn't been herself lately,
made rotten by all that filth.
You need to help us find
who did this to your daughter.
Can I take a look inside?
Your lot have already been.
I need to see for myself.
Ms. Thomas.
You mentioned that Peter Saint-Stephens
orders books from you.
Can I see exactly what?
Of course.
I take it you keep a general
record of everyone who orders
or borrows books from the library.
Yes.
You can tell a lot about a
person by the books they read.
I certainly hope so.
Tilly's mother.
She's long gone.
Gone as inpassed away, gone?
Just gone.
And this?
The devil in human form.
Bea Saint-Stephens.
The fingerprints on The Devil card match
the ones you liberated from the Fayre.
Presumably belonging to Simeon Dagley.
It's his pack.
But there was also some smudging
consistent with handling by gloves.
So it could have been stolen.
He said he'd taken the pack
to the venue yesterday afternoon.
As for the wand, two sets of prints all over it.
No match on file.
I haven't finished.
Tilly Mulrooney has erythema,
reddening around the nose and mouth.
From what?
That I don't know.
Yet.
Some very unusual fibers on her hair.
I need to run checks.
How is the Fayre? I'm hoping to pop down later.
I wouldn't have thought of you
as a psychic fair kind of person.
I'm not really, although I did
grow up surrounded by the light.
I'm the seventh child of a seventh child.
Means I should have the gift.
Only I don't.
-Oh, trust me, you have a gift.
I think that's why I went
down a more scientific route,
although I did end up back with the dead.
And the walking dead.
Don't, okay?
Just don't.
The empaths volunteered their prints on these.
My hunch is they'll match any on the wand.
I'll let you know.
Is it me or is there a
strong smell of peppermint?
I can certainly smell something.
I'm not sure it's peppermint, though.
Have you been smoking, Winter?
I wanted to show you this.
From Tilly Mulrooney's journal.
The tarot reader Simeon Dagley
said that he'd never done
a reading for her, right?
Check out the last thing
that she wrote in her journal.
Change your mind about a reading?
Not exactly, no.
Is there somewhere less
public we can go and chat?
Sure. What about?
The reading you did last
night for Tilly Mulrooney.
Ticket for one, please.
Not really a fan.
More of a scientist, to be honest.
But I've always been
fascinated by the other side.
As in the opposition.
Well, the good thing about science is
it doesn't require belief, just facts.
But still, enjoy.
Thank you.
How are the numbers?
First session, almost full.
Others, not so much.
Is there anything else you need me to do for you?
Trap door, mirrors?
I'm joking. Jug of water.
I panicked.
You just told me one of my cards
was found at the murder scene.
I didn't want to implicate myself.
By lying, you implicated yourself all the more.
Yes, I'm sorry.
It's just Tilly swore me to secrecy.
She didn't want anyone to know.
She'd had enough of her
father having a go at her.
Because he disapproved.
Yes. They'd rowed about it.
He said he thought she was possessed.
No daughter of his. All of that.
How did she seem in the reading?
Excited. Amazed.
It was her first time, but she
was clearly highly intuitive.
The cards that came up
clearly meant something to her.
In what way?
Well, she booked the reading
because she said she'd had a dream.
She was convinced it had some significance.
She didn't say what it was about,
but hoped the reading would reinforce it.
-Did it?
-Definitely.
The spread made total sense to her.
Because of your interpretation?
No, I didn't say a word. I didn't have to.
She'd gone before I could.
Did she say where she was going?
Just that she was meeting someone.
What were the cards?
The tarot cards aren't about prediction.
It's not literal fortune-telling.
They're about intuition.
The Lovers doesn't necessarily refer to lovers
any more than Death necessarily relates to death.
The Death card can often
signify an ending or change.
Likewise, The Judgment card
can sometimes mean being reborn,
having come through your past karmic lessons.
But if you had to say something about them.
Each of those cards features an angel.
They don't all.
I'd read that as a strong connection
to the spiritual world.
Off out? Again?
I thought I'd show my
face at the psychic reading.
It starts soon. You?
No, think I'll give it a miss.
Gerard King -- not really my thing.
Now, you stop once and for all, do you hear me?
I'm coming to find you.
Oh, my God.
Boo!
Didn't expect to see you here.
Oh, you're a worse psychic than I thought, then.
It's an opportunity for me
to see the master at work.
Thank you for that very kind welcome.
Loud enough to wake the dead.
Good. That's what we like.
Got a live one here.
It seems I have a young, outspoken woman.
Quite the chatterbox, this one.
Liked to do things her own way.
She's getting impatient with me,
telling me to get a wiggle on.
She's always said this to you, hasn't she?
No.
Forgive me.
It's not you.
She's come to say
"I love you.
Everything's okay."
She'll always be here.
Love and light.
Jeannie?
What is it?
Are you okay?
She's having a panic attack.
Jeannie, can you hear me?
I don't know what happened.
Breathe.
Ahhhh
The woman who found the body
was getting some air from the Fayre.
Said she saw no one.
Staged to mirror The Hanged Man.
Ligature marks suggest asphyxiation.
There's plant residue embedded in them,
possibly from some kind of vine.
Likely this.
We'll know for sure when I get back to the lab.
They seem to be cropping up all over the place.
Someone playing games with us.
What about the time frame?
There was a psychic reading started an hour ago.
Could this have been done
by someone who attended that?
I think so.
Judging from the hemorrhaging and cyanosis,
I'd say this was more than an hour ago.
Incidentally, you were right
about the prints on the wand.
Belonged to the two women, both on there.
Any smudging on the wand
that could be from a gloved hand?
Possibly.
So both the wand and The Devil tarot card
could have been stolen.
Simeon Dagley said Tilly Mulrooney
left her reading to meet someone.
So who was she meeting?
You'd think in a village full of
psychics, someone would know.
Someone does -- the murderer.
Thanks. Sir.
Apparently, it looks like
the window's been forced.
Accountant and tarot reader
isn't really a typical career path, is it?
Always good to have something to fall back on.
Yeah.
Interestingly, it looks like
Gerard King's finances aren't great.
All mouth and no trousers,
my grandpa used to say.
Ooh.
Bet he didn't see that tax liability coming.
I think we need to keep
an eye on the village tonight,
given all the, um, new moon energy in the ether.
And you want me to be that eye, I take it?
My eyesight's not what it used to be.
It's fine.
It'll help me take my mind off things.
All about intuition, apparently.
Tilly Mulrooney had dreams
that were clearly significant to her.
As a result, she requested a tarot reading
to see if something came up
that echoed what she dreamt.
And did it?
Seemingly, but what could that possibly be?
A premonition?
Oh, Lovers, is that romance?
Maybe, maybe not, apparently.
Simeon Dagley sensed
it might be connected to
the spirit world in some way.
Hattie Bainbridge with a K.
Oh, it's a signed copy, no less.
Yeah, Hattie seems very honest and down to earth.
Sometimes reads as though
her gift has been a burden.
In what way?
Well, on the whole celebrity
circuit thing burnt her out.
I mean, she quit and returned to the village.
Tomorrow's the first live
event she'll have done in years.
How's Jamie?
Perfectly fine.
Oh, that, um, yeah, he's fine.
You are being sympathetic, aren't you?
-Me? Mm-hmm.
I'm an honorary empath.
Animal noises and pentagrams.
Not sure I like the sound of that.
Me neither, especially in a graveyard.
I'm sure they disappeared through here.
I think we've found our ritual magic.
Witches!
Sorcery!
Daughters of the devil! Out of my way!
You. You killed my little daughter.
Mr. Mulrooney, enough.
Do not drag me away with these wicked souls!
With those who do evil!
Do not drag me away with those who are evil!
Destroyed.
Care to explain?
What's to explain, Detective?
This is our new moon women's group.
And the chanting?
A Sufi prayer.
This is the coming together
of powerful female energy.
Generally speaking,
men aren't welcome.
I wonder why.
We set our intentions for the month ahead.
Say some blessings,
vent our frustrations on life in general
and men in particular.
Before going home and eating cake.
Or, in our case, staying up
late and getting horribly drunk.
Is that right, Ms. Thomas?
You don't seem so sure.
It's my first time.
Ginger's never done any kind of ritual before.
She was a bit nervous,
and there was a heck of
a lot of healing to be done.
Mr. Mulrooney was convinced
that you were summoning
something a lot darker than monthly intentions.
Why would he think you killed his daughter?
He blamed Bea for his
daughter's interest in spirituality,
which he hated and therefore us too.
That's our wishing bowl.
Ginger released her wishes into it.
You write on scraps of paper
the things you want to change
or give up in the month ahead.
Could be bad habits, negative emotions,
controlling men.
We throw away the water,
and the negative energy drains away with it.
You should try it sometime.
I'm fine. Thank you.
We'll check these, if it's all the same to you.
Sleep well?
Not really.
The crime scenes bother me.
Now, the first one's magic, the second tarot.
Not necessarily the same thing.
Both strange stuff, though.
I did a bit of reading.
Tarot, reputedly Egyptian in origin.
Ritual magic in pretty much every culture.
And as for witchcraft,
essentially a Christian invention.
Meaning?
Meaning I'm not sure whether
our murderer is an expert
or doesn't know anything about any of them.
A bit like us.
I'm keen to know what Felix Marshall was doing
last night creeping around.
Oh, I did a bit of late-night reading myself
on the Saint-Stephens.
Bea fell from the same tower
where Tilly Mulrooney was found.
Son Isaac went off the rails
and has a form for petty theft as a result.
Well, let's speak to him.
I would speak to his father first.
The last message that Simeon Dagley received
was from Peter Saint-Stephens,
and it wasn't pleasant.
"You stop this once and for all, do you hear me?
I'm coming to find you."
Simeon's death had nothing to do with me.
Clearly, you were angry about something.
What?
Simeon was our accountant.
He was hassling me over an unpaid bill.
I went to his stall.
He wasn't there,
so I checked the grounds,
drew a blank.
That's all I know.
Must have been a difficult time.
Losing your daughter.
How did your son take it?
He coped.
I need to speak with him.
Isaac, police.
Do you know what this list refers to
or why there's mud on the bed?
No.
What about your son?
Any idea where he might be, where he might go?
Isaac, wait.
Sir.
What were you doing at the tower?
Just needed to think. That's where I go.
Were you up there the night Tilly was murdered?
No.
What about Simeon Dagley?
How well did you know him?
Not very. Saw him around a bit.
What have you done now?
Simeon Dagley's cottage was broken into.
Your son's fingerprints are all over his window.
Oh, don't even pretend to act like doting parents
worried about your reckless son.
You barely acknowledge me any other time.
So I broke in. What of it?
Is this your to-do list?
I didn't take anything,
alright? I wasn't stealing.
It's what I saw that counted.
Was Simeon blackmailing you, Dad?
Why would Simeon Dagley
be blackmailing your father?
-This isn't about me.
-You're both fakes, frauds.
In fact, the only thing
this family does well is lie.
Don't even know what's
going on right under your nose.
You're pathetic.
And you.
Why don't you tell them the
real reason you got rid of Tilly?
It's nobody's business but ours.
I beg to differ, Mrs. Saint-Stephens.
We get no satisfaction airing
our dirty laundry in public.
We prefer to keep things private.
Buried, don't you mean? Like Bea.
Dead and buried like she never existed.
That's why you got rid of Tilly,
because she wanted to talk
about Bea and the dreams she had.
What did she say about her dreams?
Just that they were about Bea.
We didn't get any further
because they sacked her,
because this family never
-- never talks about anything.
Especially Bea.
Is that why you had the panic
attack at the psychic reading?
I take it your daughter was
the lively, outspoken chatterbox
who liked to do things her way.
She was
perfectly imperfect.
And I loved her for it.
Until -- -Leave it, Jeannie, please.
No, Dad.
Let's hear it.
You blame me, don't you?
You wish she was still alive, not me,
and that it was me that had fallen, right?
You were with her.
You should have saved her.
You should have saved her, Isaac.
See?
Blame.
We're good at that, aren't we? That's what we do.
Yeah, I was there.
I watched my big sister fall.
I didn't know what to do.
Do you blame yourself
or Tilly?
Cuts me up.
But no one cares about what I think or feel.
And is that why you break into people's houses?
For attention?
Back again, Detective?
Are you hoping to join our inner sanctum?
Or is it another ticking
off for our bad behavior?
Heresy.
A touch of naughty witchcraft, perhaps.
Two people are dead, Ms. Finn.
Someone is clearly targeting
people connected to the Fayre.
We just need everyone to be extra vigilant.
Oh, amazeballs podcast, darlings.
Oh, hello.
Glad I bumped into you.
I've got something for you.
It helps with grief, and it
brings emotional trauma
to the surface to be healed and released.
But how did you know --
The girls had a hunch.
Sorry.
Mr. Marshall, can I ask you
what you were doing last night?
There was a crate in the back of your van.
What was in there?
Mr. Marshall, someone dumped a dead rat
on Mr. King's car yesterday.
Well, like attracts like and all that.
If you're up to something similar
Beaver.
Beavers, to be precise.
-Two beavers.
-Excuse me?
Holly very kindly sourced them for us
to introduce into their new natural environment.
Felix collected them.
Rewilding, it's called.
Glad to see the back of them, to be honest.
Smelly critters.
And just for the record, I draw the line at rats.
-The beavers were Tilly's idea.
She felt very bad that by protecting the newts,
she'd stopped our chances
of stopping the flooding.
She suggested that we
contact a conservation group.
Introduce them into the river as an alternative.
In the hope that our busy
little beavers build a dam
and help restore harmony.
They're very neat.
Yeah, nature's feng shui experts.
Well, ish. No offense.
Sir.
It's Forensics.
Tech managed to access Isaac's phone.
It seems that he wasn't stealing,
but he was filming.
In Tilly Mulrooney's
bedroom, the empaths' cottage,
and Simeon Dagley's.
Some kind of voyeur, maybe.
Well, I'm no expert, but I don't think voyeurs
tend to be interested in
computer files and e-mails.
Mm. Isaac did say something about blackmail.
Get that printed out and blown up.
Will do.
You figured those out yet?
Actually, Winter, I think I
might have found my calling.
Thanks to Isaac Saint-Stephens,
we now know that Tilly Mulrooney's dreams
were about his sister, Bea.
These cards somehow reinforced those dreams.
How?
Well, if the dreams were
about Bea Saint-Stephens,
then her lover was Jonas Wakefield.
Indeed. Simeon Dagley said that The Lovers card
doesn't necessarily signify a pair of lovers,
but logically it would to Tilly.
This was her first-ever tarot reading.
It's the obvious thing to think,
so I want to speak to Jonas.
And Death could be referring to Bea's accident.
Exactly, and Judgment might have suggested
Bea rising from the dead on the other side.
It's very good, sir.
Oh, and there's more.
These are the cards Simeon Dagley turned over --
The Tower, which again might have
made him think of Bea's accident.
And what about The High Priestess
and The Hermit?
Not figured that.
Yet.
Jeannie?
Are you okay?
I just can't deal.
Oh, come.
-It's okay.
Breathe. There you go.
Let's sit down.
Sit here.
I know.
Family matters are complicated.
There's a lot of hurt there.
Maybe now's the time to confront it.
Like we talked about.
Jeannie.
This isn't about this life.
This is about many incarnations over centuries.
Trapped karmic energy that you need to release.
I can release it,
if you'll let me.
Are you a fan?
Me? God, no.
Each to their own, though.
Must have made for an interesting relationship.
You and Bea, I mean.
Didn't matter to me what she was into.
She was easy to love.
And for reasons I will never know,
Bea loved me back.
Can I ask, did either Tilly
Mulrooney or Simeon Dagley
contact you about Bea recently?
No. Why would they?
I thought possibly they might have
had a message for you from her.
What, from the other side?
Were you there the night Bea died?
We had arranged to meet, but I was running late.
I was working on a project
with Peter at the time.
By the time I turned up,
I was too late.
Isaac
well, was in bits and
I don't think he'll ever get over it.
Oh, sorry.
I've got a lot to do,
and I don't want to risk this lot hexing me.
Look who I found over by the angel cards.
Horny little devil, I am.
Forensics traced the fibers
on Tilly Mulrooney's body.
She was smothered with a mask identical to this.
Also, your scraps of paper --
The wishes written by the librarian.
What about them?
Well, you could call them wishes.
I'm not sure I would.
I'd call them spells -- dark ones.
"I want vengeance.
I want him dead.
He has to be stopped."
Who?
Well, that's easy.
One name over and over.
Gerard.
We are together in an ancient time,
as we have been many lifetimes before
and will be again in this one.
I see our children playing.
Son and daughter.
It's Bea.
A volcano erupting.
Pompeii.
We're separating from our children.
We are all engulfed.
We didn't get to say goodbye.
But we can heal it.
Together.
Found yourself another willing victim, I see.
Ginger, I'm in the middle of a regression.
It's very dangerous to just break in.
Don't listen to him. He did the same with me.
He told me we were destined to be together.
That in this life, we would be.
Ms. Thomas, please put that down.
Why? I bought it for him.
Gerard, what is she talking about?
Ignore her. She's totally deranged.
I wasn't the first, Jeannie.
There's an army of women
he's left broken, shamed,
robbed of their savings and dreams.
He took my heart, too,
and so much more.
Who did you say you were?
Marilyn Monroe?
Cleopatra?
Yes.
Cleopatra.
Really? To his Marc Antony?
I had that one, too.
What, were we both Cleopatra, Gerard?
Please get this woman out of my house.
Have you already given him money?
He's a swindling liar and a fake.
You need to know that.
How else do you think he can afford all this?
The world needs to know he's a con man.
Why are you standing there? She's completely mad.
Is she?
You definitely need money to
get the tax man off your back.
We saw your accounts.
You came to the library to gather all
the local information you
needed to use against people.
You might have broken my heart,
but I won't let you break my spirit.
And presumably, you knew Bea Saint-Stephens.
Might have heard her use
phrases like "Get a wiggle on."
You used my Bea to get to me?
She's lying, Jeannie.
Those witches have put it in her head.
They've got it in for me.
-Wrong, actually.
They've empowered me to speak my truth.
To expose you for what you really are --
a lying, cheating rat.
Take full statements.
And we'll need any evidence Ms. Thomas has
to back up her claims of deception.
Will do. Where are you going?
To see a psychic.
Ms. Bainbridge,
I want to talk to you about Isaac Saint-Stephens.
Isaac. Is he okay?
Not really.
He's just been charged
with breaking and entering.
I took the liberty of finding out
who had booked tickets for your show.
Several have recently reported break-ins.
More worryingly,
two of them are now dead.
Think of Isaac.
He's currently a murder suspect.
I was born with a gift.
Never questioned it,
but for some reason,
my gift left me.
I was touring.
People had bought tickets.
I couldn't just go,
"Oh, sorry, no one's coming through tonight."
So you started to, um, cheat.
Mm.
Hired people to loiter in
foyers and search online.
But I hated myself for it and quit.
But now you've agreed to this comeback. Why?
I needed to know I still could.
Mm.
And you can't be sure if your gift will appear.
Enter Isaac.
I won't use any of Isaac's information,
and if my gift doesn't come,
my gift doesn't come.
Sir.
Tech confirmed that the
timings of the footage taken
by Isaac Saint-Stephens means
that he can't be our murderer.
But they also sent the documents that he filmed
at Simeon Dagley's cottage.
We've had them blown up.
You keep an eye on everyone around here.
I'll head back over to the house.
You're not even angry at me, are you?
Can you even be that?
I don't blame you.
Haven't been entirely straight with you, either.
Or with anyone else, it seems.
Judging by your e-mail correspondence
with Simeon Dagley.
Your breakthrough ideas that led to you being
shortlisted for a Nobel
Prize were in fact stolen.
How did Simeon find out?
I pay an annual retainer
to the Romanian scientist
that I borrowed from.
Simeon's forensic accounting tracked it down.
He wanted to tell the world.
I just wanted him to stop.
I am guilty.
Guilty of living a lie.
I'm not a murderer.
I didn't kill anyone.
Been a while.
Before we start, I have to be honest,
I never know if --
when the spirits are going to come through,
but I'll do my best.
Your daughter and Jonas Wakefield.
Happy?
Devoted.
When Jonas was your researcher,
as you were approaching that thin line
between science and mysticism,
where was he on that spectrum?
Jonas? A million miles away.
That's why he stopped working for me.
After Bea's death.
No, a long time before.
He may be a young man,
but he has a very old-school approach to science.
Rational, unbending.
He told me he was working with you,
and that was the reason he wasn't at the tower.
No, he wasn't at the tower
because he disapproved of
Bea's interest in spiritual matters.
Her death just proved his thinking.
What about belief -- does he have any?
No, none at all.
Religiously, fundamentally, stubbornly atheist.
Has Jonas dated anyone since your daughter?
No.
Keeps himself to himself.
He lives on his own in a little cottage
out in the sticks.
Hello?
Are you there?
Oh!
Oh, please, don't.
Why are you doing this?
Oh, please, don't.
Let her go.
Don't come any closer.
Bea is here.
She's here.
She's not. She can't be.
She's not here.
What if she is, Jonas?
Would she want anyone else
to go through the same pain?
Oh, what do you know about it?
I lost someone recently,
so I know a bit about grief and pain.
The finality of it.
Stay back!
She's not here. Okay?
She's not!
Because it goes against
everything you believe in.
Science, medicine.
Facts.
Is that why you killed Tilly and Simeon?
Because they believed in an afterlife?
They thought they were helping me,
bringing me comfort.
They were forcing their views on me,
torturing me.
So you silenced them
and tried to make their death look like
the work of someone who believed.
I am not a bad person!
I'm not.
She's a fake.
This is fake.
It's all pretend. It's impossible.
Tilly didn't think so, did she?
That's why she arranged to meet you
to tell you about the cards and her dream.
Figments of her imagination.
She just wouldn't leave it alone.
For weeks she came over
telling me about her dreams.
Messages she thought were from Bea.
I-I had to stop her.
And Simeon,
he saw something in the cards too, didn't he?
When he told you about it, you killed him.
Bea doesn't want this.
No! Liar!
She's gone.
Gone.
I should have been there that night.
I refused to go.
But she went anyway.
By the time I swallowed my pride and got there
it was too late.
I held her in my arms.
And I begged her.
Begged her to stay with me.
I felt the life leave her.
There was nothing.
And nothing I could do.
Confronting grief isn't easy for any of us.
It never ends, Jonas, but it does change.
What if Tilly and Simeon and Hattie's belief
can bring comfort?
The belief that Bea is okay,
she's just somewhere else, in another room?
No!
Not without me.
Notalone.
I can't stand
Can't stand that thought.
That she's somewhere without me.
She's -- She's dead.
She's dead. It's better that she's gone.
It's the only way it makes sense.
So, was I next, Jonas?
I gave you a message just before this event.
Were you coming for me?
To kill me rather than accept
that Bea is here and she still loves you?
Oh, Jonas, Bea forgives you.
-No!
-She wants it to stop.
No! No!
None of it is real.
Bea is dead.
Stop, bubsa. Oh, stop.
Ohh.
Bea?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Peppermint or spirits?
Funnily enough, my Grandpa Jimmy
always had a peppermint on the go.
Glad to hear it. Me too.
Seems I'd stashed an emergency
packet in my back pocket.
I think that might have explained the aroma.
Or not, as the case may be.
What about Hattie saying "Bubsa,"
Bea's pet name for Jonas, apparently?
Common knowledge, I'm sure.
Anyone might have known that.
Or not.
Guess we'll never know.
He's back to his best, isn't he?
Yeah, he's perked up no end.
But then over the last two days,
he has had reiki and past life healing,
colonic irrigation.
Okay, not the last one.
What have they done to you, my boy?
Out of curiosity, who was
Paddy in his past lives?
Oh, well, surely that's obvious, Winter.
Paddy would have been Lassie or Greyfriars Bobby
or possibly Argos, Odysseus's dog.
Or maybe even Odysseus himself.
Paddy's always been partial to epic walks.
Oh.
Well, actually, John,
apparently he was a cat.
Here's to everyone that's passed.
And to Grandpa Jimmy.
To Grandpa Jimmy.
Grandpa Jimmy.
Grandpa Jimmy.
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