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Previously on Wild Cards.

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

There's nothing to hash out.

You still don't trust me?

Why should I?

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

You're not even on this case.

I know it's hard.

Birthdays for loved ones who aren't here anymore.

Thanks for sticking with me on this case.

It was actually really nice not to be alone yesterday.

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

It'll just be something new.

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

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

say, a magnificent work of art

or a breathtaking symphony that lasts forever.

No, no.

The ultimate irony for us

is that if we pull off the perfect con,

no one will even know that we were there.

We came, we scored, we evaporated.

Poof.

Or as someone much smarter than I once said.

"Our revels now are ended.

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

"and are now melted into thin air.

"We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

"But if this life is but a dream,

"it's been a wonderful one.

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

"When I awake."

I'm glad I'm inside.

Hey, Chief, is this a sleepwalking butt dial?

Now?

So what was so important about this case

that it couldn't wait until daylight?

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

We're heading to the marina right now.

Take the boat over.

The victim is a Serena Pendragon.

Thirty-nine year-old medium.

The psychic? Oldest scam in the book.

Come on. You're not a believer.

Psychics are the lowest of low.

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

And since you said private island,

I'm assuming the mark was rich.

You ever heard of the Hawksmoor family?

As in Hawksmoor Frozen Seafood?

Yep, that's the one.

I love their fried shrimp bites.

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

Yeah, well, the founder, Alistair Hawksmoor,

disappeared seven years ago.

His boat was found adrift at sea,

but his body was never recovered.

Let me guess.

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

Sweet gig that must have been.

Isn't that island supposed to be haunted?

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

The haunted Hawksmoor Island.

Children think everything's haunted.

And then we grow up and we realize

there's no such thing as ghosts.

This coming from the person who believes in aliens.

Aliens are people.

They just live on a different planet.

Ghosts are just puffs of smoke.

Come on. You don't actually believe.

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

I can't see anything.

The ferryman said left over the bridge.

Look.

You the police?

Yes. Detective Ellis.

Derwood. I'm the caretaker.

Derwood the caretaker. Great name.

Very spooky.

Can you take us to the body?

You found it.

She was stabbed in the chest.

Knife likely.

Specifics TBD.

What about the time of death?

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

Well, you were the one that found the body,

did you see anyone or hear anything?

Not a peep.

What were you doing wandering around

in the middle of the night?

Wicked storms brewing and we could lose power.

I was out collecting extra firewood.

All right, let's start sweeping the area.

We're looking for a knife and footprints.

Although all this wet grass,

I don't know how many footprints--

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

I didn't until I saw that.

Alistair's killed Serena!

Oh, no!

Alistair?

As in Alistair Hawksmoor?

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

♪

Wow. He must have sold

a boatload of frozen fish fingers to build this joint.

Dorothy...

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

It's Alistair. He's back.

He killed Serena.

This is Clara, the housekeeper.

And now he wants to kill me too.

Now, now everything is fine.

Just let me get her back into bed.

Come on.

Come, Dorothy, let me help you.

Oh.

Alistair's back. Oh, no.

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

Who else is on the island?

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

But this weekend, Dorothy's stepchildren

and granddaughter are visiting.

And you keep track of who comes and goes?

I keep a close watch on the dock.

So when Serena was killed,

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

That's right.

Better fetch some more wood.

There, there. Nothing to be afraid of.

You're safe.

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

Ahh!!!

It's my chocolates.

Well, someone's never learned to share.

Okay, now, Dorothy, try to sleep.

Mmm.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Mm.

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

It'll only upset her.

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

Grief can do strange things to people's minds,

I can tell you.

To have your husband disappear at sea

and never find the body--

She never got a real chance to say goodbye.

That's why Dorothy first contacted the medium.

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

Well, did she get any answers?

Serena said all the usual things

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

So why is Dorothy suddenly afraid of him?

I don't know.

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

She believed that Alistair was angry with her,

wanted to hurt her.

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

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

None.

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

Until recently, I would have said no.

Then what changed?

Alistair used to smoke

a particular kind of expensive cigar.

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

Alistair...

Another nightmare.

Oh!

So we got one dead medium

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

It shouldn't take too long.

Unless you think there's a smoking ghost

going around and stabbing people.

Of course not.

Our killer is obviously somebody in this house.

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

They're supposed to be in the drawing room.

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

I am Cassandra, special police psychic consultant.

A conduit for the other side.

Another psychic?

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

And judging by the dead medium on your lawn,

you guys need my special gifts.

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

I have an open house on the mainland tomorrow.

Someone is dead, sister dear.

I know, brother dear.

Don't use that scolding tone with me.

There are more important things right now

than another one of your real estate deals.

We all know you have the more important job

running the family business.

All right.

Enough.

Let's not forget why we're here.

What does bring you all here to the island?

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

His body was never found,

so he couldn't legally be declared dead.

Until today, that is.

Wait, I see something.

A paper.

A document.

It looks... official.

A will. I see a will.

Our family lawyer is arriving on the morning boat

to hold the reading.

And as if today wasn't sad enough,

seeing how our dear stepmother's declined,

and now poor Serena's murder.

Who would harm that sweet woman?

You guys are too much.

Ivy, quiet.

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

My finely tuned instrument

is picking up on some negative energy.

I'm sensing tension within this family.

Tension, my ass. Try hatred.

Ivy!

They pretend they're sad Serena's dead.

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

Can't you control your child?

When you have kids,

maybe then you can give an opinion.

Oh, wait. You can't have kids.

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

I can bring up whatever...

Charming family.

Maybe they'll invite us for Thanksgiving.

Oh, this is getting us nowhere.

I think we should divide and conquer.

Okay.

...be quiet right now.

Clearly, that psychic was out to score a payday

preying on the bereaved and vulnerable.

I can't imagine sinking as low

as to conning somebody out of their money.

Mm.

But fraud or no fraud,

she brought great solace to my dear step-mama.

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

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

In bed asleep.

And you didn't hear anything unusual?

No.

But I take a sleeping pill

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

But you know who wasn't sleeping?

I have insomnia.

When father disappeared, I took over the family business.

I had trouble sleeping ever since.

Must have been a big responsibility.

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

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

I mean, you must have heard something?

Surely some voices, a scream, footsteps?

Just the sound of waves.

Any idea why somebody would want to kill Serena?

None at all.

At least not if the motive was financial.

What do you mean by that?

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

When she's gone,

then Serena would have been dismissed anyway.

So why kill her now?

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

They were both afraid that Serena was trying

to take control of the money through Dorothy.

But your grandfather's will is being read today,

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

If money was the motive,

how does killing Serena make sense?

You're the psychic. You tell me.

You're probably in the will, too.

I don't care.

I'd give all the Hawksmoor millions

for just one more day with Grandpa.

I'm sensing you two were close.

He was more like a father to me,

loving, kind.

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

But everyone, your mom, your uncle,

they speak so fondly of Dorothy.

They hate Dorothy.

Alistair and his first wife

couldn't have children of their own,

so they adopted Gil and Holly.

This house was so full of love back then.

After she died, Alistair was devastated.

Then Dorothy swept into his life and his home.

And the kids resented Dorothy?

Of course.

Not without reason.

Dorothy can be a demanding woman.

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

That would include her own stepchildren?

I'm afraid so.

I've never seen a more spoiled bunch.

Those kids are always running home

when they're short of money.

How did they feel about Serena?

They called her terrible names behind her back.

Some to her face as well.

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

The last few weeks,

Serena wouldn't even let them talk to Dorothy.

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

I wouldn't doubt it.

If you ask me, the Hawksmoors are cursed.

Hello.

That must be Dick, the lawyer.

Hi. I'm--

You must be Dick, the lawyer.

How did you--

I'm Cassandra, the psychic police consultant.

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

I mean, Dick the lawyer.

Tell me, how is Dorothy?

She's upstairs resting.

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

Well, I'm here for the will reading,

which we should do immediately.

It was a rough crossing,

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

My team is done.

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

Any preliminaries you can share?

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

No murder weapon turned up as yet.

You're sure it was a knife?

Roughly six inches long.

And judging from the entry wound,

it had a flat edge.

I'll call with further details.

Storm's getting closer.

And one of these lovely people is a killer.

You kids have fun.

Rolling in.

Look who I brought.

Everyone's favorite person.

Behave.

And Olive said the murder weapon we're looking for

is a flat-edged knife, six inches long.

Okay. So money-grubbing kids, check.

Evil stepmother, check.

And conniving fake medium, check.

Serena was killed on the exact same morning

that Alistair was to be declared dead.

There's no way that's a coincidence.

I just haven't connected all the dots yet.

We're doubly grieved today.

Aside from the tragic death of Serena,

we are here to legally recognize

the passing of Alistair Hawksmoor.

Wounded in service to his country,

beloved husband to Dorothy

and father to his adopted family.

And well, very dear friend to me.

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

Now that Alistair is gone,

the only one whose fingerprint can open this safe

is Dorothy.

My dear.

I could cut the tension in here

with a six inch, flat-edged knife.

Ah!

What the hell?

Alistair! He's come back from the grave.

He wants to kill us all.

Maybe I am psychic.

This matches the coroner's description

of the murder weapon.

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

Gil, please.

Great. So you two couldn't open it,

and Clara and Derwood failed as well.

We always assume the knife went overboard with him.

Dorothy's back in bed.

What's the game?

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

Why would I stab Serena with a knife

and then hide it in a safe

I knew would be open in the morning.

Just do as he says.

Don't talk to my daughter like that.

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

I've known this family for 40 years.

I mean, you can't honestly believe.

Look, we just need to be sure.

Well, that settles it.

Dorothy has to be the murderer.

For once, I agree with you.

I had no idea she was so far gone.

There's no way Dorothy could stab anyone.

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

Well, unfortunately, facts don't lie.

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

Max, what are you doing?

We've lost cell service.

Please, could we continue with the reading.

Yes, but not here.

We'll continue in the dining room

until I can get a forensics team in here,

this room is off-limits.

Oh, and needless to say,

nobody will be leaving this island until I say so.

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

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

revoking all previous wills made by me.

Here it comes.

To my two children, Gil and Holly,

and my granddaughter, Ivy,

I leave...

nothing.

What?

Is this a joke?

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

I realize I have spoiled them far too long,

and it is time for them to make their own way

in this world.

What the hell?

Therefore, I bequeath my entire estate

to the one individual whose love, companionship,

and support I found lacking in my family.

To my beloved wife--

No way.

--Dorothy Hawksmoor.

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

She doesn't deserve any of this.

We're going to fight this.

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

But the last thing Alistair told me

was that he trusted Dorothy to do the right thing

with his money.

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

He loved that woman more than anything in the world.

This is ridiculous!

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

I wonder if Dorothy knew about this.

Okay, let's just say that Dorothy knew

that she was going to inherit

her husband's entire estate, right?

How does killing your trusted spiritual advisor

make any sense?

I mean, what problem is that solving?

Is that a man's voice?

Yeah, but everybody's downstairs.

Get out! Leave me alone!

Go away! Please go away!

Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

You're safe now, all right?

Who were you talking to?

Alistair. He won't leave me alone.

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

Oh...

Look, you know, we both heard something.

This is the classic spiritualist con.

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

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

Oh...

Alistair would never hurt you.

He loved you.

He's very, very angry.

Why would he be angry?

He wants to kill me.

It's okay.

Hey, come check this out.

A speaking horn?

A what?

I used to live in an old brownstone

that had one of these.

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

and you could talk to people in the kitchen

or library or wherever.

So these tubes could be running through the whole house?

Let's find out.

Max, keep talking.

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

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

♪ Row, row, row your-- ♪

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

Hey, Max. I can hear you.

I think I found it.

You have a zit?

There's a brick that's loose.

What about my caboose?

Hey Max! Can you hear me?

Yes. Stop yelling. Jeez.

There's something inside the wall.

Hidden treasure?

Definitely not treasure.

Huh? Do you see what I see?

Or actually what I don't see?

Yeah, the skeleton's missing an arm.

This is Alistair Hawksmoor.

He was never missing at sea.

Unless he crawled in there and walled himself up.

He was murdered.

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

Looks like the tip of a knife to me.

Well, it's a perfect fit.

Whoever killed Alistair seven years ago

used the same knife to kill Serena.

We always assumed dad was dead, but murdered?

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

Does this affect the will?

We just found out our father was murdered.

Can you stop thinking about money for a single minute.

Dick, answer the question.

Legally, no. The will stands.

What's all the commotion?

I just put Dorothy to bed for the night.

I'm afraid we just discovered Alistair's body

in the basement behind a wall.

Oh my God.

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

You're right.

No way she can handle the estate.

She's not in her right mind.

If she's examined and declared unfit,

a conservatorship would revert to one of you.

Which one?

Well, I've run the family business

for the last seven years.

And run it into the ground you mean.

That's a lie.

I should be conservator.

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

How dare you?

As entertaining as all of this is,

it's getting us nowhere.

She's right. What about you, Dick?

Me?

You want me to manage the conservatorship?

I need to test out a theory.

You've been managing our legal affairs for years.

We trust you.

Dick, as long as I get my fair share.

Oh, excuse me, I have allergies.

I know you worked for Alistair for years.

His murder must be a shock to you.

But your tears tell a different story.

How did you know?

I'm psychic, remember?

Does anybody else know?

When Alistair and I first fell in love,

we decided to keep it a secret.

At least until after he divorced Dorothy.

To this day, she has never found out.

So he was going to end his marriage.

So that we could be married.

These are his love letters.

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

decided to run away.

I feel so ashamed.

I should have known better.

Since you've been here,

have you felt anything from Alistair?

Maybe if I could hold his letters.

Oh.

He's here.

Oh.

It's Alistair. He...

he says he loves you, but...

But what?

But he wants you to move on.

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

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

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

He said, you have such a big heart.

You just have to give it to someone else.

Thank you so much.

Do you mind if I keep these letters?

It might help with the investigation.

Of course.

I have nothing to hide anymore.

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

It's just filler.

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

That's what should be in there.

The last thing you need is more beans.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Hello?

Hey, what are you two up to?

Well, apparently one of us

is contributing to global warming, but--

Ignore her. What's up?

Look, the signal is hit and miss out here.

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

Send me whatever you can, ASAP.

The storm's really kicking up out here.

I don't know how much longer--

Hello?

I don't...

Damn.

Jesus.

You're not leaving this house.

What do you mean?

Well, the tides are too rough.

No more crossings tonight.

So what, we're stuck here?

Together.

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

That there's a sofa bed for two.

Right. But it's such a big house.

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

The upstairs bedrooms are all occupied

and the old wing is prone to flooding.

Okay.

You'll be nice and warm here.

Call if you need anything else.

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

Okay, so Alistair was planning on divorcing Dorothy

because he fell in love with the housekeeper.

Right. But the lawyer said that Alistair changed the will

because he loved Dorothy so much.

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

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

Oh, yeah, these letters got any hotter,

they would burst into flames.

Oh, I forgot, I scored us some snacks.

Snacks?

You stole Dorothy's chocolates?

She'll never know.

I was getting kind of hungry.

Mm... caramel

Nuts.

Oh.

You got any more?

Yeah.

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

I was afraid to tell you how I really felt.

Aww, he was shy.

I still remember our first kiss in the back garden

under the blue glow of a full moon.

But now I've come to realize

that I never really started living until I found you.

Huh? That's weird.

Huh? It's kind of sweet.

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

You're crazy. The letters are bright red.

Look how big the letters are.

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

Wow.

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

I don't remember.

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

He's just such a pure soul.

Yeah.

I'm gonna be away all night.

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

You know, am I a horrible father?

No.

Why are you so far away?

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

When you said you wanted to keep an open mind,

what did you mean by that?

No.

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

I promise I won't.

-Pinky swear. -Pinky swear.

I've never told anyone this before.

It's about Daniel.

Daniel was your brother and you are his brother.

Yeah. That's right.

You know, when Daniel was about five years old,

he started sneaking into my bedroom at night.

He was too scared to sleep alone.

Aww.

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

So I told him I'd sleep with him

and we could figure it out together.

And sure enough, he was right.

There was something.

What was it?

It was a cricket.

Like, ten feet long, with huge eyes.

No, no, just a regular cricket.

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

If anything,

it was the cricket that was afraid.

I told him that crickets make that noise

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

That essentially, that's just a cricket saying

I feel alone.

So then Daniel leaned into this little hole

that was in the wall, and he just whispered,

it's okay, you're not alone.

I'll be your cricket.

That's so sweet.

And then the sound just stopped.

It was the strangest thing.

So anyway, after that day,

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

we'd just whisper,

I'll be your cricket.

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

Cricket became like a code word for us.

You know, if you said that

you didn't need to say anything else.

You just knew that whatever you were facing,

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

On the day of Daniel's funeral,

I went back to my apartment.

I never felt so sad,

so... alone.

I was really missing my cricket.

And then all of a sudden.

What? What?

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

And then, when I swung the door open,

right there on the windowsill was, uh...

Your cricket?

Yeah.

I'll be your cricket.

Ellis.

Ellis?

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

What are you doing under the bed?

I don't know.

What happened last night?

Derwood turned on the fire,

and we read Alistair's letters.

And then...

Did we?

-No. -No.

We did, didn't we?

We did. We did.

How did that happen?

Dorothy's chocolates.

I think we were dosed.

Oh God.

You know,

this reminds me of my long lost weekend

in Joshua Tree, circa 2019.

I met this wandering group of yoga masters,

and when I say we stretched the limit--

Okay, Max. TMI.

Wait, you know what? That explains it.

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

I guess Grandma still knows how to party.

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

And I guess we were caught in the crossfire.

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

Yeah, we probably should.

Agreed.

But maybe we should find that killer first.

Yeah, you're probably right.

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

Simmons and Yates might have an update.

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

You good?

-Yeah. -I'll just put this.

Okay.

No hits on the handyman, the housekeeper,

or any of the kids.

What about the lawyer?

Funny you should mention him.

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

ever since separating from his wife.

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

Well, according to the marina manager.

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

And that weird marina guy said

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

And get this, not returning until just before dawn.

Okay. So what are you waiting for?

Go check out his boat.

Yeah, we already did.

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

Dick spliced them together.

I texted you a sample of the audio file.

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

That sounds like the voice we heard

coming from Dorothy's room.

What the hell is going on over there?

Have you guys been slimed yet?

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

Ellis?

Game's up, Clara.

We know you're dragging Dorothy.

What are you talking about?

The chocolates, they're laced with something.

What are you putting in these?

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

But they're not drugged.

Dick's been sending them for years.

The lawyer is sending these?

Dorothy loves them.

Always has one in the morning and one at night.

There's a pinprick in the bottom.

And in this one, too.

Looks like it was done with a hypodermic needle.

That's so strange.

Serena was asking about the chocolates too.

-The medium? -Hm.

What did she say?

Just that she wanted to know who sent them.

Come to think of it,

that was the day before she was murdered.

Leave me alone!

All right, all right.

Hey, what's going on?

She's heard the voice again.

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

I know your secrets.

Alistair?

Oh!

I'd know his voice anywhere.

Clara, get Dorothy out of here, please.

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

That's okay.

I know your secrets.

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

It's impossible.

Not unless you know how the trick is done.

It's coming from over here.

I know your secrets.

Huh.

I know your secrets.

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

Set to a timer meant to go off

several times throughout the day.

I knew it was a scam.

The family lawyer.

That dick.

Serena was asking about the chocolates

before she was murdered.

So she must have figured out they were dosed.

Well, the coroner said the time of death is

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

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

we're roughly 45 minutes by boat.

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

kills Serena and then leaves without anyone knowing.

Yeah. It tracks.

So Dick was drugging Dorothy

to make everyone believe she was crazy

and then he takes over the Hawksmoor fortune.

So did Dick kill Alistair, too?

If only the dead could talk.

Maybe they can.

I don't get it.

Why are we all here?

Is it about the will?

Has there been a development?

You can say that.

We have been summoned by the other side.

Are you ready to speak to the dead?

May I get you your robe?

Oh, leave me alone and don't fuss.

But the will has been read,

why am I not rid of all of you yet?

Alistair has something to tell us.

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

Alistair Hawksmoor, your family is here to help you

cross to the other side.

Are you here?

Knock one for yes. Twice for no.

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

I said, are you here?

Oh!

Thank you, spirit.

Do you smell that?

Is that?

It's grandpa's cigar.

Oh my god, I smell it too.

Alistair has a message for us,

but he says he needs a human vessel.

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

Ooooooh-Oooooo!

Ooooooh-Oooooo!

I... am... here.

Uh, Alistair, why have you returned?

To seek justice.

I know who killed Serena.

Is it someone in this room?

Yes.

Dick killed Serena.

What?

That's... that's crazy.

Serena knew he was drugging Dorothy

to try and take over my estate.

You little rat!

I mean, do you seriously believe--

He killed her with the same knife

that he tried to kill me with.

I thought you were my friend and you killed me.

I'm not taking the fall for this.

I didn't kill you.

She did.

Shut up, you fool!

Oh, that's right, I remember now.

Dorothy killed me.

She found out you were going to divorce her.

You bitch!

She killed you.

She called me in to clean up the mess.

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

I bet she always knew Serena was a fraud.

She was just keeping a psychic around

to help her play the grieving widow.

And after you walled up Alistair's dead body

in the basement, you forged a new will.

But when Serena discovered

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

See, she figured out

that you were going to declare Dorothy incompetent

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

Therefore, Serena had to die.

Dick, you've ruined everything!

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

You killed Grandpa!

Do you admit it?! You killed my father!

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

Well, I did not see that coming.

I guess I'm not so psychic after all.

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

All I get is this! You killed--

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

Rather than chance a murder investigation,

he decided it would be safer to just conceal the murder

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

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

He was the one who originally installed the safe,

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

And Alistair's will that was read?

Dick forged that.

But luckily,

Alistair's intentions were clearly spelled out...

in these love letters.

He planned to marry you

and change his will to make you the sole beneficiary.

He was too generous.

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

Thank you both for everything.

Of course.

Well... that's that.

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

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

Go ahead.

No. You first.

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

where we pretend like something didn't happen.

Of course not.

Because something definitely happened.

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

Well, me neither.

Because we work together

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

Me too.

Okay, good.

Yeah. So you can just put this behind us.

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

Friends?

Friends.

Okay.

By the way, it was really cool

what you did back there in the séance.

What do you mean?

Alistair's cigar smoke.

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

Okay, don't play with me.

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

Well, then who was it?

Max.

This arrived this morning, must be for the office.

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

You know, no one's stopping you from buying

more coffee once in a while darling. Mm.

Mm. Say cheese.

I seem to remember reading somewhere that tequila

has a natural source of caffeine in it.

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