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Tim says I talk about him too much.

But George has only been gone two years.

I'm supposed to just forget about him?

You know, it's normal to struggle after loss.

And your George was such a large presence.

Yeah. Well, Tim's no help.

Now that he's divorced,

he's running around with women that he finds

on some dating "thing" on his phone,

and using Ronaldo without my permission.

Ronaldo? My driver.

Yes. How is he?

Unavailable.

Which means I'm always stuck at home, alone.

I miss my Georgie so much.

Marilyn, please, you have to help me.

Please, don't fret, my pet, okay?

Let's see if we can connect with your George, okay?

- Let's put him here. - Okay.

Okay.

George is here.

Okay? George, George,

you're gonna have to slow down.

Your hubby is very, very talkative today.

He is holding a briefcase.

And it's all business.

And he's saying... Something about a vote?

The butter well board meeting is next week.

What is he saying?

He's... closing a book.

And he's saying.

"Phyllis, let it go."

Georgie, I... I don't believe that.

Are you absolutely sure?

Spirits never lie.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Mrs. Pierson's son is. - Here to pick her up.

Stepson.

Tim.

Marilyn connected with your father.

He made it very clear.

He wants us to sell the company.

Wow, really? That's amazing.

Why don't you wait in the car?

I'd like to ask Marilyn a few questions of my own.

All right.

You are a gift from heaven.

I am but a vessel.

Please don't touch that. Why?

Is it going to give me bad juju?

No, it's just very expensive.

How can I help you?

Listen, I'm not going to mince words here.

This thing you have going with my stepmother ends now.

This thing? You've had a nice run,

made a bunch of my father's money,

but I'm back in town, so now it's over.

Phyllis has come to rely on my services.

And she's paid up until the end of the month.

I don't care.

Enough is enough.

Well, if she comes running,

don't expect me to turn her away.

I could never be that cruel.

Daddy is not talking to you from the beyond.

Are you insane?

You don't know her at all.

She's a con artist.

You listen to me, Phyllis.

My father never wanted to sell the business,

especially not to snackerdoodle.

They're the enemy.

I once ate a snackerdoodle ginger snap at a friend's house

when I was eight. I was grounded for two weeks.

Two weeks.

Tim, honey, if you could just... no, no, no.

Don't honey me.

You're not my mother.

Butterwell means everything to me.

Really?

You didn't take any interest in the business

when your father was alive.

You went away. Things are different now.

Daddy's gone, and I'm here.

It's time I continue the legacy.

You are not voting to sell the company. Got it?

If that's what you want.

And you are not to see that psychic again.

Get a therapist like a normal person.

I'm late.

I'm taking Ronaldo.

Georgie... What should I do?

George?

What are you trying to say?

She blocked me?

Damn it.

He went on an Internet date two nights ago,

and no one has heard from him since.

He never called Ronaldo, my chauffeur, for a ride home

and his housekeeper says that his bed hasn't been slept in.

And what happens when you call his phone?

It just goes to voicemail.

Mrs. Pierson, I don't mean to be indelicate,

but your stepson was a grown man who went on a date.

For all we know, he's simply... Preoccupied.

He missed his squash game.

And he hasn't used the family gold card since Tuesday.

Well, you know what I always say?

Trust your instincts.

Don't worry, Phyllis. I'm here. Spirit is with you.

And who are you, exactly?

I'm Marilyn Gladwell, professional psychic.

I came as soon as Phyllis called.

Why not before?

Marilyn, this is,

the police captain, officer blanke,

and her police friend or something.

My.

The things that have happened in here.

Ladies, if you'll excuse me.

I'll leave you in the capable hands

of officer blanke and Ms. Tascioni.

Wait, wait.

I'm sorry, but spirit is practically screaming at me.

Here we go.

I'm seeing a blue station wagon.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Good luck.

So, were you friends with Tim?

No. Not really. I... I met him a couple of times.

Nice kid. Troubled.

But she can help you find him. Isn't that right?

That won't be necessary.

Nonsense. She worked with the FBI.

Well, only a handful of times.

I was close with the former director.

But I think that we should let the police handle this for now.

Please do this for me.

If anyone can find Tim, it's you.

Ha, yeah.

Spirit is definitely

steering me over to the right.

We should've just hung back at the station

and waited for taru to get a ping on Tim's cell phone.

Is she talking to herself?

Have you ever been to a psychic?

Once, on my honeymoon.

He predicted we'd live happily ever after.

No talking.

You all right?

Something is clouding my eye.

I... think I have some drops in here somewhere.

No! My third eye.

Can you use drops for that?

It's gone.

I can't hear him anymore.

Maybe we should just head back to the precinct?

Wait. Look.

Crows. And a lot of them.

I think that's called a murder.

Phyllis did say her driver dropped Tim off

near the park Tuesday night.

Maybe Marilyn already knew that and got lucky?

Yeah. Maybe.

I'm officially reclassifying

the missing person case to homicide.

I hope you took thorough notes at the crime scene.

Of course. Who should I hand them over to?

Is detective Donnelly on this? Or smullen?

Keep them for yourself.

Because

you're being promoted to detective,

effective immediately.

This is your case.

Thank you so much, captain.

It's been a long time coming.

You deserve it. Here you go.

Wow.

Congratulations, detective.

I'm so happy for you!

I am just so, so happy!

Ooh, I can see that.

And I have something for you I can finally give you.

I think it'll really... Suit you.

Wait, you did not go back and buy that suit?

I couldn't resist it.

It went on sale the week after you returned it.

It looked so good on you.

You did not have to do that. All right, then.

Take it away, detective blanke.

What are we looking at?

Our victim, Tim pierson,

was shot with an arrow two nights ago.

The me said the arrow pierced his breastplate

and went straight through his heart.

Sorry, I should not be smiling.

Time of death was around 9:15 P.M. Tuesday,

based on Tim's last text

to an online date, who stood him up.

Now, as strange as it sounds,

this could be a case of wrong place, wrong time.

There have been reports of vigilante

rat hunters using bows and arrows in the park.

Did you say "vigilante rat hunters"?

This city never fails.

I have a call in to parks and rec

to learn more about the rat people.

Excellent. Anything else?

Well, there is the... No. No. No. Shh.

This is your case, detective.

Don't want to overstep.

Good idea.

Actually, there is one more element we should explore.

That psychic who helped find the body got us pretty close.

I think it's worth

talking to her again and getting an alibi.

Ooh! Great idea. I'll go get my coat.

Actually, I was gonna head over to parks and rec first.

You know, start with the most obvious.

Sensible choice, detective.

But you should go talk to Marilyn, if you feel like it.

But who would I go with?

Don't look at me.

I don't like psychics. Especially that one.

I might have someone.

Stand by.

Let me see the badge.

It's so shiny.

Elsbeth, meet officer Nicky Reynolds.

They would love to get an alibi with you.

Hi. Hi.

Let's do this.

Ooh...

That water feature is so soothing.

Don't you think?

So, are you from New York City?

No.

I'm from Chicago. Well, peoria, originally.

Did you always want to be in law enforcement?

Sort of.

Cool.

That's cool.

You have any weekend plans?

Is this a part of the consent decree?

Like, are you supposed to be reporting on us or...?

No. Gosh, no.

I'm just, making conversation.

So, what does a psychic's assistant do, exactly?

Do you get to Polish the crystal balls?

I handle all the bookings and billing.

People pay a lot of money for her time.

You may not believe in it,

but Marilyn's the real deal.

She will see you now.

Phyllis. Aw... How are you holding up?

Marilyn's getting me through it.

Phyllis, pet, I want you to spend

at least an hour in your crystal room.

And then it's straight to bed, okay?

Okay.

Poor thing.

Were she and Tim very close? It must be such a shock.

Ms. Gladwell, what were you doing

Tuesday night at 9:00 P.M.?

Am I a suspect? No, no.

Nothing like that.

This is just standard police work.

Okay, well... Tuesday... I was with many people.

I was channeling a client's ancestors

over the telephone.

Hope you have a good long-distance plan.

Yeah.

We're gonna need a name

and phone number for your client, to verify.

So much for discretion.

But there's nothing to be embarrassed about,

so... give them what they want.

Okay.

Marilyn... If I may ask, wow, that is so cool.

Since you... no, it's okay.

Sorry. It's supposed to be like that.

You're good, you're okay.

Since you so brilliantly led us to the exact area

where Tim's body was found

it was the general area.

No one is that good, not even me.

Well, I was impressed.

Gosh.

Maybe you could just give us a little

insight into the case?

I'm sorry, but I just can't keep

giving pro bono services to the police.

And my fee is $1,500 an hour.

Can the NYPD afford that?

I'll have to ask. But in the meantime,

maybe you could just do a little... check-in?

See if you hear anything?

For Phyllis. She seems so sad.

Okay.

I-I'm not getting anything,

you know, it's, just-just interference.

All I'm experiencing is bad energy.

So, you two are the copresidents?

We're the founders.

The rodent death society is a volunteer organization.

Anyone is welcome.

And you all just get together and... Hunt rats?

With bows and arrows?

What would you use?

Rat poison?

Do you know what rat poison does to birds of prey?

It-it's one of the many reasons why rats are

a plague on the environment.

Not to mention the infrastructure,

and, most importantly, the people... of New York City.

Okay. So you said you have hunted

in this area here, near bank rock bay,

where our victim was found with an arrow in his chest?

We've hunted there, but we didn't kill that man.

Look.

We only use blunt tip arrows.

They deliver a deadly blow to small animals

without piercing them.

It couldn't go through a human breastplate.

And you're sure every member of rds uses the same equipment?

It's part of the rodent death society pledge.

You know, I think we actually put up a couple of trail cams

around bank rock bay.

We use the footage to Gauge rodent density.

Do you want access to those memory cards?

You have footage of the park?

Yeah, I'll take those cards.

So, they just get together and...

Hunt rats? Yeah.

It's weird, but they're not our suspects.

They don't use this kind of arrow.

That looks old and sharp.

I sent the arrow to our weapons specialist.

Hopefully they come back with something.

How'd it go with Marilyn?

She has an alibi.

She was giving a client a phone reading.

Officer Reynolds called the client to confirm.

Any chance we could be dealing with another hepson case,

you know, committing murder while on the phone

and faking her location?

Unlikely. The client called her, and Marilyn uses a landline.

I think we're back to square one.

So, what do we do next?

I think we need to look at the victimology.

Who was Tim pierson,

and why was he all the way out in that part of the park?

He was waiting for his date.

We should check... his dating app!

Yes! Are you hungry?

Do you want to order take out, make a night of it?

Yes, please.

- Okay. - No.

I need to write up my interview reports.

But officer Reynolds is in the bullpen.

I can send them in to help.

Okay.

Good.

Hey, Nicky.

Are you sure you're not even a little bit hungry?

No, thanks.

And the msg.

Look at this.

Tim uses the same line on every potential date.

He says his aunt bitsy just died

and he really doesn't want to be alone right now.

Lame. Do you do a lot of online dating?

No. Yeah, I never had the courage.

But my son Teddy met his boyfriend that way.

So, does that mean you're in a relationship?

Or... actively single?

I don't know what I am.

There's this guy in Scotland.

He's really cute. And, he sings.

But that's just so far away.

Have you ever tried the long-distance thing?

I don't really talk about my personal life at work.

I think it's important to separate the two.

Okay. That's, yeah. I respect that.

Found something.

Okay, try to follow.

I was able to unlock Tim's archive of people

who've blocked him. He had more than most.

This is kristy brown, the woman he was waiting for.

She never showed and then, she blocked him.

Check out her interests.

They're nearly identical to Tim's:

Basketball, crypto currency. Italian gothic horror films?

That's uncanny.

It's almost as if she's deliberately

trying to attract Tim.

Let me try something.

I knew it. Look.

Her picture is taken from someone else's page.

Kristy brown isn't a real person.

So that means... Tim was catfished.

But who would do that?

And why?

I bet it was the killer.

Tim only moved back to New York a few weeks ago.

His life in L.A. had fallen apart.

His wife left him,

and then he had to shut down his production company.

You look different today.

That is a fabulous suit.

Thank you.

So, why did Tim have to shut down his production company?

No one liked his films.

They said they were "too pretentious for Oscar bait,"

whatever that means.

What about his ex-wife?

Tawny's living with her scuba instructor in Santa Monica.

She's no killer.

Besides, she got everything in the divorce.

That's why Tim came crawling back to the family business.

Butterwell treats. Have you heard of it?

Yeah, they make the brownies with those sprinkles in them.

Yeah, confetti fudge bars.

That's it.

But George just told me he wants us to sell the company.

I'm a little confused.

Isn't George dead?

Two years this easter.

So, how do you know he wants you to sell the company?

Marilyn connects me with Georgie

so he can advise me on everything.

Health, business, home decor.

That wallpaper was his idea.

Sometimes George even speaks to me through the lights.

The lights? They flicker whenever he's around.

Well, that's fun.

I have to say,

aw, it's just so moving the way you talk about him.

You two, you just seem like you were made for each other.

We met later in life,

so I always felt that we both got a second shot at love.

When he died, I was so lost.

But then, I met Marilyn

and she brought my Georgie back to me.

You and Marilyn seem so close.

But having an on-call psychic, that must be so expensive.

You sound like Tim.

He said I was throwing his father's money away.

He insisted I stop seeing her.

Really? Why?

Tim was a nonbeliever.

All he cared about was money.

And he wanted Phyllis to stop seeing me

because he was afraid that she would vote to sell the company.

Because he had no other prospects.

But George wants Phyllis to let go of butter well,

and I told her so.

I know that look.

Yeah, you're wondering how do I do it?

You know, what's my "trick"?

Well, kind of. Yes.

Well, let me assure you that it's no trick.

I'm not wearing an earpiece, you know?

Give me your hands.

Let me lock in. Okay?

Yes, there is definitely a... Spirit around you.

Yeah, she's...

She's glad you're still wearing them.

What?

Those earrings. They were hers.

Yeah, it's a maternal presence.

A grandmother?

And I'm s... I'm seeing a lot of bright colors

and big hats, and gaudy costume jewelry.

And sh... yeah, she says, "more is more."

You know?

You used to play dress-up in her closet.

I'm seeing a lot of pink chiffon,

and, fringed suede.

She was your favorite person in the whole world,

and she encouraged you to be

bold and colorful, too, like her.

And... She wants you to know

that she still sees you, even when you're sad.

Chin up, Elly.

I'm always with you.

You see? That's no trick.

Wow.

That is an unusual talent.

If you don't mind me asking,

where are you from, exactly?

Your accent is just hard to place.

Yeah.

Hither and yon.

I'm a citizen of the world.

I was born in Europe,

I spent some time in the baltic region

and many years in injiah.

As my friend the Dalai Lama always says,

"to travel is to live." Yeah.

Or maybe that was Joan Collins.

Sounds impressive. Yes.

We'll be in touch. Good, good. Okay.

May I have one of this? Yes, yeah, of course. Yeah.

There. Go in spirit.

Ms. Tascioni?

Elsbeth? Sorry?

Did you say something?

Are you all right?

Did that psychic get to you?

I never believed in that woo-woo stuff. But...

But sometimes they get you, don't they?

My great aunt called it the devil's work.

Maybe she was right.

Elsbeth?

You need to take a look at this.

The report on the arrow came back.

So we were right, it's old,

but they managed to find

a faded serial number on the inside.

They traced it to a place called wike hardware.

It's an old mom-and-pop shop in bucks county, Pennsylvania.

- Really? - And guess what?

Wike hardware is still in business.

My great-grandfather opened up as a general store back in '05.

That's 1905, in case you were confused.

Harlan. Don't hold the phone so darn close.

No one wants to see your nose hair.

What? Mr. Wike,

do you know who this arrow might belong to?

It was sold at your store.

That's a Werner 300.

Those are discontinued now,

illegal in seven states for being too sharp.

Really popular back in the '60s.

So, there's no way of knowing who this belongs to?

No, I must've sold

thousands of them over the years.

Most folks use carbon fiber or fiberglass now.

More reliable, lighter-weight so you get flatter trajectory.

Wow. You seem to know an awful lot about arrows.

Sweetheart, this is bucks county,

the woodchuck hunting capital of the northeast.

Woodchucks?

I gotta stop you right there.

Woodchucks don't actually Chuck wood.

Common misconception.

I am so sorry. I had no idea.

Mr. Wike, just one more question.

Are there any gladwells in your neck of the woods?

We know any gladwells?

No.

Nope. No gladwells.

I've scrubbed through

every minute of this trail cam footage.

In the hours leading up to the murder,

there's no sign of anyone, except for Tim walking past.

Wait...

Does that bush look like it's moving?

Must be the wind.

Play the clip again, but slow it down this time.

And zoom in.

That's it!

What's it?

Meet me at the crime scene in an hour and I'll show you.

Ha!

Captain? I need a signature.

Come on in.

Captain, are you all right?

It's nothing. What do you need me to sign?

I have a minute, if you want to get something off your chest.

Some people find a flat affect comforting.

Please.

Share.

It's that psychic lady, she got to me.

And what's weird is that

I was thinking about the thing she mentioned.

Who is that? Scottie fenton.

He was the third victim of the St. Ivan university killer,

an old case from the '90s.

A killer stalked and murdered

well-to-do college boys out in queens.

I was just an officer,

working the vigil for the first two victims

out in flushing meadows corona park.

There was a guy in the crowd

who wouldn't put out his cigarette.

A scuffle ensued.

There was something strange about him...

When my partner and I approached,

he disappeared into the crowd

and we tracked him to the parking lot,

to an old, blue station wagon.

And he drove off.

One week later... Scottie fenton was dead.

Eventually, detectives brought in the killer.

They had pulled him over for a busted taillight on an

old... Blue station wagon.

If only I had gotten to him that night.

If only I had followed my hunch,

maybe scottie would be here today.

Hindsight is always perfect, captain.

But our work is much more complicated in the moment.

Lieutenant, do you think it's true?

Do you think people can communicate with us

after they're gone?

I do.

Elsbeth?

Elsbeth, hello?

Ha-ha!

Got ya.

I'm still wearing a gun, you know.

Gosh. Right, I'm sorry.

What are you wearing?

It's a ghillie suit.

A ghillie who?

A ghillie suit. Back in peoria,

my dad practically lived in one of these

during duck hunting season

so he could blend into the brush.

The moving bush.

So, you're saying our killer was some hunter

wearing a ghillie suit?

Exactly. Only, whoever did this wasn't hunting ducks or rats.

They were hunting Tim pierson.

That was a rat, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Reagan lott. Arrested for shoplifting in Philly

back in 1999. Marilyn's assistant?

How did you find that?

Something about Marilyn's accent rubbed me the wrong way.

She told us she's from Europe,

but the way she says the word "over"

is just like my friend from the poconos.

Her whole story seemed shady, so I got her prints.

That's why you took the crystal.

I was hoping to get a hit on Marilyn.

Turns out, I got a hit on Reagan.

I used to steal things.

I did my community service, I moved on.

I don't see what the problem is.

How did you meet Marilyn Gladwell?

She used to babysit me when I was a kid.

So, Marilyn's from Pennsylvania, too?

Little town called bartonville.

It's in bucks county.

So why does she tell people she's from Europe?

Nobody wants to pay top dollar for a psychic

from backwoods Pennsylvania, so she rebranded.

Mary Lou grunderson became Marilyn Gladwell.

Her career took off.

Grunderson.

You'd think when a detective comes to interview you

about a homicide, you'd give them your real name.

Makes you wonder what other lies Marilyn told.

For example, where she was the night of the murder.

We already told you.

She was on the phone with a client.

Making false statements to police

in a murder investigation is a serious charge.

Okay.

I do the phone readings sometimes.

But only with new clients.

So where was Marilyn?

She said she was tired and needed to rest.

I assumed she was in her room, sleeping.

Did you actually see her?

Well, no.

I was in the session room, on the phone.

Marilyn's assistant gave the phone reading that night.

Meaning Marilyn's whereabouts

at the time of the murder are unknown.

And Marilyn Gladwell is actually Mary Lou grunderson,

from bucks county, Pennsylvania.

The same place that vintage arrow

that killed Tim was from.

That sounds like it's coming together.

Good job, you two.

No, no, this was all detective blanke.

But wait, there's more.

Tell him about the dating profile.

The online date Tim was supposed to meet was bogus.

He was catfished.

We think the killer used

the fake dating profile to lure Tim to a secluded area.

Good find, detective.

Actually, officer Reynolds cracked that last piece.

Really?

I'm glad to hear they're working out.

Smart young officers could benefit

from cozying up to you two.

Cozy might be a stretch.

Officer Reynolds won't even tell me what kind of music they like.

I was just trying to pick the radio station.

Well, that's... and what defines an "over share," exactly?

They accused me of not respecting boundaries.

Like it's such a crime to be friendly.

This Marilyn or Mary Lou sounds like a solid suspect.

But I still don't understand why

she would kill her client's stepson.

We think the motive was financial.

Tim was pressuring his stepmom to stop seeing Marilyn.

Why? Phyllis was spending

over $200,000 a year on her services.

She was Marilyn's best client.

But someone like Marilyn can always get a wealthy client.

There must be more to it.

Knock-knock.

I, just let myself in.

Ooh... I grabbed your mail, too.

I hope you don't mind.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Please, sit.

Wow, I really appreciate you,

fitting me in after hours.

I hope that Reagan informed you

about the additional charge.

She did. She is a very thorough assistant.

Wow.

Is that a lighting app?

So cool. What is that called? Let's...

Just take a deep breath,

and silence the chatter of the mind.

So, how does this work, exactly?

At your direction, I will connect you

with departed family members.

Does it have to be... family?

No, it can be loved ones, friends,

anyone that you're d-drawn to.

How about Tim pierson?

I had a feeling you'd say that.

Right, 'cause you're a psychic.

Gosh, think about all the surprise parties

you missed out on.

Yeah, i-I'm still having trouble picking up anything from Tim.

It's... it's murky.

Well, you're still connecting to George, right?

Maybe you could ask George

to ask Tim if he knows anyone from Pennsylvania?

You found out my little secret.

It's true.

I'm not from Europe.

I'm just a small-town American girl.

But I'm not the first person

to come to New York and reinvent themselves,

am I, Elsbeth tascioni from Chicago?

I guess you read the newspaper.

Touché. Yeah.

The truth is, I may have come from nothing,

but I always knew I was destined for a big life.

And look. I made it happen.

I advise CEOs, celebrities, campaign strategists.

But I don't waste my gift on nonbelievers.

So, unless you have a serious request

I think we are going to have

to cut this session short.

I understand.

By the way, I happened to notice a piece of mail

from snackerdoodle, the snack company.

It was labeled "to investors."

That must be a very lucrative investment,

because I can't get enough of those cookies.

I like them even better than butterwell's.

Yes.

Snackerdoodle and butter well have been competing for years

to be america's favorite snack brand.

And who's winning?

By all metrics, I'd say snackerdoodle.

Better snacks? Better management.

And since snackerdoodle has a bigger market cap,

they've been trying to buy butter well for years.

But George pierson would never sell.

But now George pierson is dead.

And, as of last fall, so is judd Finch,

the ceo of snackerdoodle.

But that hasn't stopped them from trying.

They're calling it the "battle of the widows."

The snackerdoodle widow versus Phyllis pierson?

If you think Phyllis is an odd duck,

you should meet Mrs. Finch.

Talk about eccentric.

How eccentric?

Do you think she talks to a psychic?

I know Georgie wants me to sell,

but Tim came to me in a dream last night

and he was screaming at me not to sell.

Really?

Because I haven't heard anything like that.

The vote is tomorrow and I'm lost.

I wish I could hear another opinion.

Maybe someone else in the family.

Yeah. A-All right, pet. Easy.

Let me see who I can connect with, okay?

Yes.

Someone's here.

Is this George's sister, perhaps?

I'm getting a-a "b" name.

Betty? No.

No, bitsy.

Does that name mean something to you?

George's sister. Aunt bitsy?

Yeah, that's it.

And she's saying, "it's time to let it all go."

Yeah.

Did you get that?

Marilyn Gladwell,

you're under arrest for the murder of Tim pierson.

Thanks for your help, Phyllis. You did good.

What is this?

Tim talked about his dead aunt bitsy

in his messages to online dates.

And since we know the killer catfished him

through a dating profile, it stands to reason

that the killer would know about aunt bitsy.

You're wrong.

George, he brought the spirit of aunt bitsy forward,

that's how I know about her.

There's only one problem... Aunt bitsy isn't real.

She's a character from old butter well ads.

"Aunt bitsy's Swiss rolls have

a little bit of jelly and a whole lot of love."

Do you remember that one?

The only reason you know about her is

because you created the kristy brown dating profile.

Tim mentioned aunt bitsy as a pickup line.

And we know you lied about your alibi.

Reagan did the phone reading

on the night of the murder, pretending to be you.

I was tired. I see a lot of clients.

Yes, you do, including Mrs. Finch,

the widow to the snackerdoodle fortune,

and the controlling vote on its board of directors.

That's why you're so heavily invested in snackerdoodle.

A stock that's set to skyrocket if it acquires

longtime competitor butter well.

But Tim was interfering

with your ability to manipulate Phyllis.

And you are a master manipulator.

You even made Phyllis's lights flicker

by using the lighting app.

Marilyn, how could you?

I didn't kill Tim. It wasn't me.

Yes, it was.

Because only Mary Lou grunderson,

1971 woodchuck festival champion,

could hit her target dead center

with a Werner 300 arrow.

Get up.

I... I don't believe it.

What? That you got caught?

Or that you didn't see it coming?

Let's go.

- Was it, was it all a lie? - No.

Not all of it.

She did pick up on something very real:

Your husband is with you.

No one can take that away.

It doesn't take a psychic to feel it.

You know, my astrologer said

that something like this would happen.

Wow.

I guess you were right all along.

No. It was just a good hunch.

Detective blanke did most of the heavy lifting.

You were a big help, too.

Sorry. This is my dog Walker.

You have a dog? I love dogs.

And I'm trying to get a transfer to the k-9 unit,

but it's so hard to get in.

No way! Well, this is Gonzo.

She's a good girl.

Do you have a dog, too? I wish.

My building doesn't allow pets.

Well, anytime you want to join us for a walk,

you're most welcome.

Gonzo's very friendly.

Cool. I'm down.

See you. Elsbeth.

Your attorney is on her way.

Until then.

I have a personal question.

I know a lot of the "readings"

you gave Mrs. Pierson were creative fiction

no comment. But I also know you have a gift.

So I want to ask you... the blue station wagon.

The victim, scottie.

I was wondering if he... How should I put this?

Does he blame me?

Let's ask him.

I'm not getting anything.

What does that mean?

Peace.

It means he's no longer on this plane, he's moved on.

Maybe it's time you should as well.

Thank you for your time.

No!

Ms. Gladwell? Are you all right?

Your friend, Ms. Tascioni.

She needs to be careful.

I feel a sharp pain.

And now... I see blood.

So much blood!

And... there's an evil figure in a dark robe.

Water. Now silence.

Dead silence.

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