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♪ Light falls soft through the stone's walls ♪

♪ Each little facet and each little flaw ♪

♪ Walls fall down

♪ And when that heart stops beating ♪

♪ You will die

Welcome, everyone, on this most auspicious occasion.

All Hallows' Eve is a mysterious and powerful night

where the veil between the physical world and the spirit

world is at its thinnest.

Tonight, we will make contact with the other side.

You might see and hear strange things this night,

but do not be alarmed.

It will merely be the spirits breaking through the veil.

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

And welcome.

To those lost souls also here tonight,

we honor your presence.

Let the séance begin.

Does anyone have a question to get us started?

I've got a question.

Actually, I've got lots of questions.

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

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

And then...

The spirits can't predict lotto numbers.

Oh. Bummer.

Well, so what's the point?

Some people take comfort in hearing

from those on the other side.

Oh, cool.

I know someone on the other side, DC Breen.

This DC Breen...

he's dead?

No.

What happened?

Detective Sims will be gutted.

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

The spirits are telling me he's alive.

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

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

Just to be clear, I can only communicate

with those who have died.

I know someone who's dead.

That's great, Todd.

Who do you want to contact?

His name was Hunter.

He was my best friend when I was a kid.

This Hunter, does he have warm brown eyes

and scraggly hair, fond of catching rabbits?

Yeah, that's him.

Uh, I have an offering.

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

wagging his tail.

Oh.

Communicating with the dead should not be taken lightly.

The spirits can't perform magic tricks.

Can we hurry up with this mumbo jumbo?

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

You know, Eileen, I hear a lot

of that dismissive attitude.

But I fully believe in Morgana's spiritual abilities.

You might be surprised.

Now, does anyone have a dead human

they would like to connect with?

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

It's not too late to leave.

I call upon the spirits of those who have passed.

We welcome you with open hearts and minds.

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

make yourselves known.

Break through the veil and use me as your vessel.

Viktor, I feel a strong presence

coming through for you.

I bet you do, but too late.

We're divorced.

Careful, don't anger the spirits.

They have no time for your stupid jokes.

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

matriarch of the Marinkovic family.

Nadarajah Prabhakar Latinka Marinkovic, are you here?

She's here.

Oh!

I'm scared of the dark.

What the hell is going on here?

Come on.

Turn the lights back on.

Oh, oh.

Oh, what the hell?

What? Look, Hunter.

What's going on?

What have you got for us, Boss?

Apart from a haunted house.

It belongs to Morgana Marinkovic.

The palm reader?

Turns out she's clairvoyant, too.

There's a difference?

Oh, yes.

Palm reading involves interpreting physical signs

for spiritual guidance.

It... clairvoyancy is creating a gateway

between the physical and spiritual for interpretation.

She was holding a séance here tonight

because it's All Hallows' Eve.

Hmm, which is?

Well, might you ask.

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

The veil is at its thinnest.

Yeah.

A thin veil... makes sense.

The victim?

Her ex-husband Viktor Marinkovic.

He was killed during the séance?

Someone took the whole communing with the dead thing

quite literally.

How?

It seems he was stabbed.

Seems?

Uh, follow me.

Yeah, seems like a stab wound, all right.

So what's the catch?

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

Yeah, in the body, sure, but...

In the room, a room that was locked when

11 people began the séance.

All nine witnesses swear that no one entered

or exited during the event.

All nine witnesses have been retained in the house.

Well, 11 people minus the victim.

So why are there only nine witnesses?

A 10th left the scene.

Hello, Mike.

You want me now?

Ah, Gina, come through now.

We'll start with the interviews.

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

She'd probably appreciate a woman's touch.

You little piker.

It can't be that bad.

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

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

something to fill my evening...

and with you.

It's so nice.

Mm.

Uh, the cause of death seems pretty obvious.

It is interesting.

How?

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

However, there is very little blood.

Do you have the weapon?

No.

You mean it went

I mean, it's not immediately obvious.

Perhaps he was killed by a ghost.

Mm, perhaps, but in my opinion, unlikely.

What happened, Viktor?

Who did this to you?

And with what?

He doesn't know.

I promise you.

Seriously, he doesn't know.

Who doesn't know what?

Viktor.

He doesn't know who killed him.

It was too dark.

Mm.

Okay.

So how did the night begin?

I always ask the guests to bring a plate.

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

each other beforehand.

Hi.

Oh.

Oh, trifle.

Yummy.

My grandmother's recipe.

So Mrs. Baker was the first to arrive?

Mm.

Were you hoping to hear from anyone in particular?

My grandmother.

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

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

you know, considering...

Break through the veil and use me as your vessel.

There's an elderly lady here

coming through very clearly.

She's well put together with a large bosom.

Oh, oh.

That sounds like my grandmother.

Grandma, I need your Lamington recipe.

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

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

When was the last time you dusted your mantelpiece?

Is that you, Mom?

Honestly, Peggy.

How hard is it to unpack a dishwasher?

And another thing... - Okay.

Thanks, Mom.

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

I was very disappointed.

Ishbel and Eileen arrived next.

I can never remember which one is which.

But the one with short hair was sort of rude.

She's Ishbel.

I'm Eileen.

Eileen's here as my moral support.

Oh, we brought snacks.

Oh, asparagus rolls.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mm.

- Oh. - Oh.

Eileen, Ishbel.

Hello, Becky. Oh.

Pavlova puffs.

Oh, and asparagus rolls.

You know, it's the sulfur

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

the other half not, not a whiff.

Fascinating.

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

Frankly, I have no idea why she even came.

That kind of slander is bad for business.

I was so excited to be attending my first séance.

I was hoping to communicate with my beloved Archie.

Archie?

My husband.

This year would have been our 50th wedding anniversary.

He passed last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And was it unexpected or...

A car accident.

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

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

Ishbel almost didn't make it herself.

She was in a coma for several days.

I woke to Eileen by my side.

She told me the terrible news.

If there was even the smallest chance

that I could hear from Archie and know he

was okay on the other side, I...

I had to take it.

I wanted to tell him I miss him.

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

Psychics are nothing more than charlatans.

And Morgana Marinkovic is no different.

She tried to scare us all with her theatrics.

Scare you?

How?

By pretending she was possessed by an evil spirit.

Ugh!

Pay heed!

There is danger here this night.

One poor soul will not leave this room alive.

Theatrics, performance art...

and hardly convincing.

Do you still consider Morgana Marinkovic

a charlatan even though someone in the room actually died?

Let me alone.

What will I do without Viktor?

He knew that that would happen.

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

Da.

I warn him.

It was really his own fault.

How's that?

I had this terrible feeling in my throat for days.

But like an idiot, he insisted.

Sorry.

A feeling where?

My throat, in my gut.

I should have listened.

As the lights went out, I knew it.

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

She came for him.

Uh, who... who came for him?

Our great grandmother Latinka.

We were always scared of her.

And tonight, she came from under the grave

to exact her revenge.

Okay.

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

With my eyes?

Never.

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

I was sitting right beside Viktor

when the lights went out.

Turn the lights back on.

Put the lights back on.

She was in the room with us.

Ah!

It's no coincidence that Viktor was

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

She came.

She killed him.

This spirit wind thing...

could it have been a gust of wind

from an open window or someone rushing around the table?

It was Latinka.

Besides, the wind... it went through the middle

of the table, not around it.

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

She was a witch.

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

When you say "curse"...

She was already so old that my parents

decided it was best to leave her behind in Croatia.

And she was furious.

Besides, she never liked Viktor.

She always referred to him as...

Uh, what now?

"The clumsy elephant," which he actually was.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Mr. Paruta?

DSS, Mike Shepherd.

Ah.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Oh, of course.

Yeah, anything to help.

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

I've been going through some stuff recently.

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

He was always good with advice.

Uh, did you know Viktor Marinkovic?

No.

No, not really.

Not really or not at all?

I'd seen him around.

So what?

Who arrived next?

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

Although, I don't think they traveled together.

There seemed to be a bit of tension.

Between Barry and Viktor?

Maybe.

Things were a bit weird when I opened the door.

Hello.

Why didn't you tell me this...

Was going to be here?

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

You always seem to be fighting with someone.

I brought fritellas.

My favorite.

You better not start anything tonight.

Me?

You're the one in the wrong, mate.

Let's just say it was a bit awkward.

Will you excuse me for just a moment?

Okay.

Thanks.

So what were you and Viktor Marinkovic fighting about?

Who said we were fighting?

You had witnesses.

I wouldn't call it fighting...

more of a misunderstanding.

Okay.

What was the misunderstanding about?

Honestly, I can't even remember... probably

just some mates thing.

I thought you didn't know him.

Well, I knew him...

of him.

Everyone knew Viktor.

He was a man about town.

When can I get my plate back?

What's the hurry?

Don't want to annoy the wife.

You'll get it back eventually.

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

I just wanted next week's lottery numbers.

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

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

Nah, nah, nah.

She's the real deal, I reckon.

She knew my dog Hunter was with me.

Okay.

So did either of you see

or hear anything that could have

contributed to Viktor's death?

He and I didn't even know the guy.

No, me neither.

I mean, the whole thing was real mysterious.

But Gerard McIntosh was acting kind of sus

after the lights came back on, though.

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

Ah!

Hunter, don't look.

I guess it's time to get going.

He was desperate to get out of there.

2, 3. Up.

Moving. Moving up.

Morgana, I need the key.

I need the key.

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

into the corner of the room.

And Gerard was really freaking out, aye?

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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

pineapple hedgehog with him.

Yeah.

It was weird.

Yeah, I was looking forward to partaking in that,

but he took it home instead...

bit selfish.

Took it home or fled the scene with evidence?

Lavender and ashwagandha, very calming.

Uh, what did you say his last name was?

Who?

Gerard.

McIntosh.

Gerard McIntosh.

And how was his relationship with Viktor?

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

And why is that?

They were in business together until recently.

What kind of business?

They had plans to do up the abandoned

theater on Main Street.

Oh, the... the old Regent.

Mm.

Thank you.

They wanted to convert it into a boutique retro theater,

but things turned sour.

And do you know why?

I heard the project was a lot more

work than they anticipated... structural issues.

Sounds expensive.

Exactly.

You didn't hear this from me, but I

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

didn't want him here tonight.

But he insisted.

Sorry.

The séance is fully booked.

Not according to this.

Okay.

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

Because Viktor's going?

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

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

Relax.

I don't care about Viktor anymore.

I just have someone that I really need to contact.

He just seemed so desperate.

How could I say no?

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

although, not so much under these circumstances.

Cynthia, please.

Cynthia.

Can I ask what brought you to the séance tonight?

Why does anyone come to these things?

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

Of course.

Yes.

He left us so suddenly.

I still have so many questions.

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

to speak with him about?

Before Rick died, we were looking at starting

an artist community.

Like a commune?

You can call it that.

I'm sure that's what Rick wanted.

But for me, I was hoping to create a space

where artists could come together

and would support one another.

It fell apart after Rick died?

Rick had found a new business partner.

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

Your new business partner scammed you?

I probably shouldn't be talking without a lawyer.

More tea?

No, thank you.

I think that should be enough for tonight.

Have you ever had your palm read, Detective Sims?

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

May I?

Oh, my God.

Uh, you okay to wrap things up here?

Absolutely.

Uh...

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

We have a forensics department for that.

They'll be through in the morning.

Good luck with that.

I think you need me more than you know.

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

Uh, we've sent the others home.

Morgana is sleeping over at her shop.

Good.

Let's freeze the scene.

Doing my check.

Morning.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So this was the seating arrangement last night?

Yeah.

Morgana Marinkovic was the furthest away from the door

and also the furthest away from the deceased, Viktor

Marinkovic, her ex-husband.

And the lights went out at?

8:00 p.m. exactly.

So if there really only was one key,

then one of these had to have been the offender.

How did they trigger the lights?

An accomplice outside stationed next to the fuse

box maybe.

Really?

Am I the only one who knew about this?

Knew about what?

Last night, power company had a planned

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

Testing the grid.

But the power never went off at my place.

Different grid.

If the outage was scheduled, whoever killed Mr.

Marinkovic was working with split-second timing.

And therefore was premeditated.

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

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

And Frodo only knew him in passing.

And given the séance was at Morgana's house,

she must have known about the power outage.

Yeah.

Not to mention, she openly predicted

that someone was going to die.

Ugh!

Pay heed!

There is danger here this night.

One poor soul will not leave this room alive.

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

And she's the ex-wife.

We need to find out if their split was amicable

and how long they've been separated.

And why did Gerard McIntosh flee the scene with his cheese

and pineapple hedgehog?

Are we really thinking that a cheese and pineapple hedgehog

had anything to do with this?

Death by 1,000 toothpicks?

Huh.

At the very least, it's suspicious behavior.

Barry Parata... there's something

more to his disagreement with the victim

than he's letting on.

Cynthia Bassett?

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

But as yet, I don't know what.

She was also sitting right next to Mr. Marinkovic.

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

Everyone was searched before they were allowed to leave.

Except Gerard McIntosh, who left as soon

as the lights came back on.

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

the opportunity to remove the weapon.

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

The SSG are at the house as we speak.

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

Whoa, easy, girl.

You're going to turn orange at this rate.

Nice to see Manny out and about.

Yeah, donkey daycare is closed today.

It's a real pain.

It's hard having your kids at work.

Usual?

Sure.

How well did you know Viktor Marinkovic?

Oh, not really.

I mean, he bought coffee sometimes.

Long black, triple shots, and three sugars.

That drunk?

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

as well. - Trudy.

Detective.

So you knew Viktor as well.

Come on.

You should know by now.

Saying you know someone is hardly narc-ing.

He might have drunk at The Croc on occasion...

on a very regular basis.

So you knew him well, then?

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

His sister Svetlana on the other hand

could drink a hippo under the table.

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

Ah.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, and for our last time.

Sweet.

Thanks.

See you, Manny.

No way.

Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Nothing important.

How can I help?

Detective Kristin Sims.

Just here to ask a few questions about last night.

I figured you lot would turn up eventually.

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

I don't know.

I panicked.

Well, leaving the scene of a crime

can be interpreted several ways.

The truth is, I was scared.

The séance was way more intense than I was expecting.

That spiritual stuff gives me the heebie jeebies.

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

I guess... first time, you know.

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

Yes.

But not so spooked as to forget

to take your cheese and pineapple

hedgehog with you as you left.

It was more about the board that it was on.

The board?

I made it for my wife when one of our macrocarpas

went down a few years back.

Woodwork is my thing.

I didn't want to lose it.

Were you aware that Viktor Marinkovic would

be at the séance last night?

I knew, but my reasons for going

were more important than any animosity

I felt towards Viktor.

Mm.

So you admit you had issues with him?

Yes, but...

My wife died two years ago...

complications in childbirth.

I lost both of them.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I needed to keep busy after that.

So I decided to rebuild the old movie theater.

My wife Christine always loved old movies.

But then Viktor...

Ripped me off.

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

It was supposed to be my retirement fund.

Well, that must have made you angry.

I suppose so.

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

Why?

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

I want the board back, though.

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

You scared me.

Apologies.

I, uh, understand you slept here last night.

Mm.

I had to get away from...

you know.

Have you thought any more on who

might have wanted Viktor dead?

Who wouldn't have?

Viktor has a way of infuriating people.

Did he mention anyone in particular?

No.

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

Who is?

Viktor is.

He's not even making any sense.

Plus, he won't leave me alone...

like I said, infuriating.

Uh, can I ask why you and Viktor split?

Was it amicable?

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

If you like.

Do you believe in love, Detective?

Oh, gosh.

You've been married a lot.

You're still waiting for the one.

Speaking of love, how's detective Chalmers doing?

Will you shut up?

I'm sorry you had to see that.

"How can I be interested in dating

at a time like this?"

We're divorced, that's how.

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

I'll come back later.

Detective Chalmers.

So lovely of you to come and check on me.

Please come in.

I can wait until you're dressed.

I'm dressed.

Rakia... helps with the shock.

Hmm?

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

And I loved him.

It's just the two of you?

Mm-hmm.

Da.

Our both parents died many years ago.

It's why I wanted to attend séance.

You hoped to speak with them?

Mm-hmm.

My mother in particular.

Why did Viktor want to make contact

with your great grandmother?

It was rumored that she had some great fortune

in gold hidden on the old Marinkovic property.

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

You should let sleeping ghosts lie.

Even if there is a treasure, she will never

let you know where it is.

Why not?

I am her flesh and blood.

She would want a Marinkovic to find it.

Have you forgotten she cursed our whole family?

She cursed our parents, not us.

We were only teenagers.

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

It's true.

Listen, there is no reasoning with the ghost

of an angry witch.

You really believe that Viktor was killed by the ghost

of your great grandmother?

Of course.

Who else would have the reason to kill him?

How was the relationship between Viktor and

Barry Parata?

What does Barry Parata have to do with anything?

I believe there was some conflict between them.

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

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

You're kidding?

There is no weapon in that room.

They've turned it upside down. Nothing.

What about the windows?

No sign of forced entry?

Well, they've checked the surrounds.

The ground is completely untouched.

Besides, the windows have been painted shut.

So whoever killed Marinkovic was in that room.

Okay.

Thanks.

Gina.

Mike.

The victim has opened his body up to me.

It's time.

Okay.

Uh, thanks, Gina.

On my way.

Cause of death was due to a single stab wound

at the base of the skull.

It severed the brain stem.

Death would have been instantaneous.

Once the brain is severed from the spinal cord,

it simply forgets how to breathe or pump blood.

I estimate Mr. Marinkovic died within seconds.

Hence the lack of blood.

Just so.

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

Do we think it was a knife?

The wound?

It's 8 centimeters deep and 3 centimeters wide.

So the dimensions of a paring knife.

I think so.

And look here.

In the wound, I found microscopic fragments of wood.

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

Unlikely.

A wooden knife would not be sharp enough

to penetrate the body to the extent this weapon did.

Did the SSG find anything?

Not yet.

What did I tell you?

They couldn't find a bear in a honeypot.

Well, you know where to find me.

I'm supposed to meet with Detective Sims.

Mrs. Spencer, thank you for coming in.

Right this way.

Okay.

Take a seat.

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

when you'd made it very clear you

didn't believe in such things.

I was there to support Ishbel.

I may not believe Morgana can communicate with the dead,

but Ishbel does.

You've known each other for a long time?

Over 50 years.

We met at nursing school.

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

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

It's not something I feel emotional about.

And Viktor Marinkovic?

Did you feel any particular emotions towards him?

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

A few people have mentioned feeling a strong gust of wind

when the lights went out.

Did you notice anything like that?

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

if that's what you're insinuating.

But yes, I did notice a slight breeze.

I suspect someone opened a window.

Well, would it surprise you to learn that all

the windows were painted shut?

Well, then there must have been another way in.

Hello?

Cynthia?

Sorry, I tried calling out.

Interesting.

I'm calling it The Dead Croat.

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

Or it could be seen as a dedication.

Either way, sometimes art is confrontational.

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

Besides, I doubt many tears will be

shed over Viktor Marinkovic.

And why do you think that?

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

He was a bit of a scam artist.

According to who?

Try Barry Parata.

Viktor stole thousands off him.

You know that for a fact?

You should talk to Barry about it...

not really my place.

Did you make contact with your ex Rick Faldo

at the séance?

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

Were you upset by that?

I was half expecting Viktor to ruin it anyway.

Hmm.

Detective Shepherd.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

You're a war enthusiast?

Oh, goodness no.

Not me... my husband, Archie.

He was a big history buff.

He was fascinated by war.

I should probably get rid of it all,

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

Mm.

Uh, did you and Mr. Marinkovic have a relationship

prior to last night?

Well, I wouldn't say relationship.

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

Archie and me, that is.

We used to go every Thursday night to bingo.

But I haven't been back since Archie died.

So you haven't had any contact...

ah, thank you... with Mr. Marinkovic

in the last year or so?

No, I've never actually spoken to him.

I don't think bingo was his motivation

for being at the pub.

Ah.

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

with Archie last night?

I was one of the lucky few.

Pay heed!

There is danger here this night.

One poor soul will not leave this room alive.

Of course, Ishbel.

What's your question?

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

Yes, he is.

He's been here since you arrived.

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

Oh, Archie.

I am so lost without you.

He says he loves you.

And although he's no longer with you,

you will always have his full support.

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

But in my heart, I...

I think it's all smoke and mirrors.

One last thing.

Uh, a few people have mentioned a gust of wind

during the séance.

Did you notice that?

Wind?

No, I didn't notice anything like that.

Why?

It's probably nothing...

just a line of inquiry we're looking into.

Mm.

Oh, thank you for the tea.

Uh, I can see myself out.

Hello?

Mr. Parata.

Sorry to disturb you.

I tried your home, but no one there.

Basically living here all hours now.

Mm, it's impressive.

Small business, but potential growth if I

can keep the overheads down.

So just run by you and your wife or...

Be weird if it was...

I'm not married.

It's just me.

Is there any truth to the rumor Viktor Marinkovic

ripped you off to the tune of several thousand dollars?

You've been talking with Cynthia?

I was brought on by Viktor to help

build a tiny home community.

Viktor found a site.

And I was going to supply the houses.

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

Where are they?

There was some complications.

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

but I'll file the permits this week.

No problem.

You expect us to believe you?

You've done nothing but lie to us.

Trust me, the deal is still on.

No, no, no, no.

That's the thing, Viktor.

I don't trust you.

My friends, please.

Have faith.

Did he hold up his end of the deal?

What do you think?

Well, I think people can get emotional

when there's money at stake.

Why was Cynthia involved?

Her ex Rick.

He'd introduced Cynthia to Viktor a while back.

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

So she went into business with Viktor?

I guess he saw her coming.

Seems like Mr. Marinkovic wasn't

the best business partner.

Left Cynthia with a boatload of debt.

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

Like I said, people get emotional over money.

I suppose you've seen it all.

I've seen enough.

Have we got to the bottom of why

Morgana and Viktor divorced?

Well, being a clairvoyant, she was probably

always hassling him about what he was about to do

but hadn't done yet.

Speaking from experience?

Uh, Morgana is not the only

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

Svetlana?

She was already drinking by the time

I turned up this morning.

I couldn't get much out of her.

Ishbel Forbes states that she's

had no contact with Viktor over the last year...

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

at bingo.

Cynthia and Barry both lost money

to Viktor's empty promises.

As did Gerard.

But I did manage to get my hands on this.

Hmm.

Gina will want that.

Yes, she will.

Thanks.

Mike.

So nice to see you so soon.

Uh, brought you a hedgehog.

Oh.

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

a delicacy in the Vladivostok region.

That's not a hedgehog.

Uh, kiwi delicacy.

Pineapple, cheese, toothpicks evoking hedgehog.

More importantly, it's also the missing item from

the séance room last night.

Have the SSG finished?

Yes... nothing.

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

It's my turn.

Take me to the lock room and let me see

if I can expose myself to you.

♪ I never took the easy road

♪ I've been traveling slow

♪ And I begged, borrowed, and stole ♪

♪ Just to find my way back home ♪

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

And yet, look.

Not one candle.

True.

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

there would still be some light.

Instead, the room was plunged into darkness.

Perhaps the lack of candles was by design.

What do you think?

Anything else?

Yes.

Why does stale cream smell so terrible?

I, uh, can't help you there.

But why is there a damp tea towel

in the corner of the room?

Perhaps there was a spillage.

And I wonder, what is this?

Lock me in, Mike.

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

Cynthia.

I just have a few more questions.

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

I knew how it would look.

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

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

and I can move forward with the artist community.

Even though you lost your initial investment?

I believe in the concept.

And eventually, I will make my money back.

Unlike Barry.

Barry.

Gerard.

Who knows who else?

Viktor was a con artist.

When the lights went out,

did you notice a gust of wind?

Oh, the spirit, you mean.

Is that what you think it was?

There was definitely a malevolent

spirit there that Night.

I half wondered if it was Rick.

Why would you think that?

Rick was a very powerful force in my life.

Rick.

I love you.

Even if he was troubled.

Jesus loves you, Cynthia.

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

and hold adult baptisms.

Viktor called him crazy.

Rick lashed out.

Viktor punched him in the face.

Rick was often getting punched.

He had that effect on people.

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

Sorry.

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

saying Rick Faldo rose from the grave and killed Viktor?

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

It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Morgana?

Oh, how lovely to see you, Daniel.

I was hoping it would be you.

I've missed our connection.

Is everything okay?

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

What about you?

Anyone keeping you up at night?

I actually have a question about candles.

What type of candles?

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

light it under a waxing moon.

Not those candles.

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

Okay.

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

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

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

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

make yourselves known.

Break through the veil and use me as your...

Ah!

Oh, my God!

I mean, who needs that much hairspray?

Anyway, after that, I had to enforce

a strict no candles policy.

How did everyone sign up to the séance?

I had a sign-in sheet on the counter

with 10 spots available.

So everyone who signed up after Viktor would have known

he was going to be there?

I suppose so.

Do you recall the order everyone signed up?

I can do you one better, Daniel.

I still have the sign-in sheet.

Let's see.

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

Ah, yes.

Then Viktor and Svetlana signed up together.

Morgana, you must remember me talking about

my great grandmother Latinka.

The name sounds familiar.

Why?

Viktor wants to go back to motherland.

To Croatia?

How lovely.

Surely Latinka is no longer alive, though.

Sadly, she died many decades ago.

But there is a rumor.

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

gold coins acquired during the war.

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

So you want me to contact your great grandmother

and find out where the coins are hidden?

Da.

I've already bought the flights to Croatia.

With someone else's money.

You promised Barry you'd get those council permits.

Why are you always on his side?

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

We're divorced, remember.

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

vending machine anymore.

Very understandable.

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

Well, I do actually have a séance scheduled

for All Hallow's Eve.

If you want, you can sign up for that.

Don't do it, Viktor.

You're playing with fire.

So Viktor openly admitted to using

Barry Parata's money to purchase flights to Croatia?

He didn't seem to be hiding it.

And Barry Parata definitely signed up after Viktor?

Gina.

Would you care to guess what I

found in the bottom of a vase?

Uh, water.

And sawdust.

So it could be connected with the wood fragments

you found in the wound.

I have not made that comparison yet.

But I feel it into my lagoon where the devils dwell

that the two are connected.

All right.

Uh, let me know when you know more.

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

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

I didn't think it was important.

We know Viktor used the money you gave

him to buy flights to Croatia.

Well, I always knew he was a scumbag.

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

Bet that was frustrating.

Of course it was.

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

he would have had his money back and some.

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

Of course.

I was pissed off.

Pissed off enough to kill him?

No.

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

back a couple of months.

And thankfully, we're getting things sorted.

So with Mr. Marinkovic out of the way,

the project is back on track?

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

It was only five grand.

Mike, my lagoon has spoken.

Thanks.

Gina wants to meet us at Morgana's house.

Now?

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

But she needs all of us.

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

of thing with you alone?

Not this time.

Mike, please take Viktor's seat.

Kristin, you are Svetlana.

Daniel, you are Cynthia.

Why do I have to be Cynthia?

Would you rather be Frodo?

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

to help us solve this crime.

Actually, I already know how this murder happened.

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

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

No, no. I'm good.

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

with us, no way in or out?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

- Sure. - Sure.

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

Oh, what was that?

It's cold.

Just like the murder weapon.

Okay.

So Viktor was killed with an ice knife?

Yes... and no.

During my investigation, I found sawdust

at the bottom of this vase which

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

But that's not all.

I found trace amounts of blood in the water,

Mr. Marinkovic's blood.

An ice knife by itself, while sharp enough

to create the incision in Viktor's neck,

would not be strong enough.

So it's not an ice knife?

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

the wound and the vase.

I discovered when you mixed the correct ratio

of sawdust and water, a new substance

is created called pykrete.

Okay.

Pykrete has vastly improved strength and toughness

compared with normal ice.

So the offender could have stabbed

Viktor in the back of the neck and then

put the knife in the vase?

Yes, the murder itself would have been very quick.

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

to become water and sawdust?

You are not as slow as I always thought.

Okay.

So what was the gust of wind just now?

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

But if you grip the handle with a tea towel,

then it would be easy to make the necessary step required

to kill Viktor like so.

So in the darkness, the offender

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

and sit back down and relax.

And in the corner of the room, Mike

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

But the tea towel still doesn't

tell us who the offender is.

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

You mentioned sawdust.

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

Hello?

Mm.

Macrocarpa all right.

Could be a coincidence.

Although, Svetlana was a little too adamant

that Barry had nothing to do with it.

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

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

And we know that Svetlana brought

a tea towel to the séance.

I brought fritellas.

My favorite.

You think Svetlana and Barry were in it together?

Why not?

Mm.

I wonder what his wife knows about their relationship.

What?

No, he's not married.

According to Barry, he is.

When can I get my plate back?

What's the hurry?

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

Well, that's not what he told me.

So just run by you and your wife or...

Be weird if I was...

I'm not married.

It's just me.

Let's bring them both in.

But first, Morgana.

You and Viktor, your separation...

how would you describe it?

I wouldn't.

I don't focus on the negative.

So it was acrimonious?

Hardly... more a conscious uncoupling.

When I first met Viktor, his aura

was a lovely shade of blue.

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

He had become very self-absorbed.

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

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

How long ago was this?

Ages ago.

Three years at least.

And since then, your relationship with Viktor was...

I wouldn't say we were bosom buddies,

but we got along perfectly well.

Okay.

So on the night of the séance...

Sorry.

Are we keeping you up?

Sorry.

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

I could really do with a coffee.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

It's because of Viktor.

He was barking at me all night.

Barking?

Like a dog for hours.

Will you shut up?

Please, Viktor.

Seriously?

Here we go.

Mm.

Thank you.

Mm.

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

You're welcome.

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

you were seen looking in a corner of the room.

That's right.

So can you explain why you were

looking there and not looking at Viktor like everyone else?

Oh, but I was looking at Viktor.

Mm.

How's that?

When the lights came back on, I saw

Viktor's soul leave his body.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Somebody call the ambulance.

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

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

- Viktor? - What is it?

- Viktor? - Holy gee.

Where's my phone?

What are you going to do about it?

Dah.

Police. Fi... ambulance.

I've never seen that happen before.

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

What was he pointing at?

That's what was so strange.

He was pointing at a tea towel on the floor.

You know, when you take out all the crazy,

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

after the murder, which the offender wouldn't want

pointed out.

I agree with Kristin in that Morgana might be eccentric,

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

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

Yeah, but she is tricky.

All that ooky spooky stuff could be a smokescreen.

Hello.

Why am I here when my brother's

killer is still out there?

Miss Marinkovic, we want what you want...

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

But you haven't exactly been honest with us,

have you, Svetlana?

We've ascertained that Viktor was

killed with a pykrete knife.

So?

What's that got to do with me?

Pykrete is a compound made of ice and sawdust...

in this case, macrocarpa sawdust.

What?

I use macrocarpa, so I killed Viktor?

Not necessarily, but it is an unusual wood choice.

Well, macrocarpa wasn't my choice.

Cynthia insisted on it.

Okay.

Why did you also lie about being married?

Okay.

Yeah, that was wishful thinking, I guess.

But the whole night hadn't gone as planned.

I wasn't thinking straight.

What was the plan?

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

would agree to our marriage.

Marriage?

To who?

We know you brought a tea towel to the séance.

I didn't want flies getting on my fritellas.

That's pretty convenient, isn't it?

What the hell has my tea towel

got to do with Viktor's death?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe a lot.

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

Viktor was very possessive of me.

He definitely didn't want me marrying a kiwi.

Any kiwi in particular?

Look, I love Svetlana.

She wanted me to build a bridge with Viktor.

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

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

Hello.

Why didn't you tell me this...

Was going to be here?

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

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

Viktor had no intention of following through

on the artists' community.

He was just looking for some easy money and a chance

to separate me from Barry.

Separate you how?

He wanted me to return to Croatia with him

and not to come back.

But that's not what you wanted.

I like New Zealand.

I like Brokenwood.

I became very fond of Barry.

And I want to become Mrs. Parata.

You weren't enticed by the gold?

There was no gold...

not in Croatia, anyway.

How do you know that?

A few months ago, I found the golden coins.

They were hidden inside the sewing machine my parents

brought over with them.

And you didn't tell Viktor?

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

Neither of us had a reason to kill Viktor.

And Gerard McIntosh...

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

Yeah, he was the only one that fled

the scene after Viktor died.

And he works with the same wood, too.

I made it for my wife when one of our macrocarpas

went down a few years back.

Woodwork's my thing.

I didn't want to lose it.

And his board was covered with a tea towel

when he arrived.

Which fell on the floor as he was leaving.

Although, to be fair, the tea towel...

I've got one of those.

Yeah, me, too.

At least five of the suspects arrived with one.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Morgana.

We do have all we need for today.

I wish I could tell you who killed Viktor,

but I really don't know.

Well, you are free to go.

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

Because?

She seemed unnaturally keen on being there.

Can I help you with anything?

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

It's his birthday.

How gorgeous.

They're right over here.

Oh.

Oh, lovely.

Thank you.

Uh, what... what is this?

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

It's a very good time to communicate with loved

ones who have passed over.

Would I be able to talk to my mother?

Absolutely, provided she's nearby

and wishes to communicate with you.

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

Ishbel, you should sign up, too.

Sign up? For what?

It's a séance.

Oh, no.

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

It could be a chance to talk to Archie.

Oh, very well.

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

And for a skeptic, that was very odd.

Eileen made it seem like she only attended

the séance to support Ishbel.

When in reality, she signed up first

and coerced Ishbel into going.

If Eileen really was a skeptic,

what was her real motivation to attend the séance?

Uh, to kill Viktor.

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

not the other way around.

People who prey on the grief of the living

are the worst of the worst.

No one can actually communicate with the dead...

at least that's what I thought.

You changed your mind?

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

with chest pains.

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

I'm sorry to hear that.

Mm.

I was so scared.

You know, I thought...

that's when I saw her.

Saw who?

My mother.

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

I could even smell her perfume.

I thought I must have been dying.

That must have been unsettling.

My mother reached out and patted my knee.

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

My whole body was filled with warmth.

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

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

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

And did my mother send me back?

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

shop with Ishbel?

I'd seen a flyer a few days earlier.

And when Ishbel mentioned that she

was looking for a gift for young Jimmy,

I suggested the crystal shop.

But why?

You could have gone to the séance by yourself.

I was nervous.

Um, I wanted my friend with me.

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

I wonder if my mother is here tonight.

Yes, she is.

She has her hair in a tight bun.

And... I can smell sweet jasmine.

I need to know, did she...

am I...

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

be seeing her anytime soon.

So you need to stop living in fear.

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

Wow.

I was not expecting that.

If we believe she's telling the truth,

she had no motive to kill Viktor.

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

to talk with Gerard again.

Mm-hmm.

Although, Cynthia told Barry to use the macrocarpa.

♪ Sometimes

♪ I get on a high horse

♪ Then I go home alone, of course ♪

He was barking at me all night.

Will you shut up?

♪ Tell me to come down a while ♪

♪ Get my feet back on the ground ♪

♪ Walk on down the road a mile ♪

♪ Mm-hmm

♪ La, la, la, la

♪ Mm-hmm

♪ La, la, la, la

♪ It's not easy

♪ Easy

♪ Trust me, angel

♪ I been down the way

♪ I know that I'm not easy

♪ Trust me, Angel

♪ I'll be down the way

- Hey. - Hmm?

You've been here all night.

Did you know pykrete was created

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

- The Nazis. - Mm.

How...

Uh, the Allies came up with a secret plan

called Project Habakkuk.

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

Frozen ship?

That makes no sense.

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

how come we've never heard of it?

The project was abandoned when

it became clear that the Allies were winning the war.

What does a failed World War II ship have

to do with Viktor's death?

I'm not sure yet.

Hmm.

I actually had a thought this morning.

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

but surely there'd still have to be some sort

of cooling receptacle.

Where are you going?

Oh, go ahead and bring in Gerard and Cynthia.

I'm going to check on a hunch.

Nervous?

I mean, yeah, obviously.

I'm not good at being interrogated.

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

How friendly?

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

tell me about your woodwork.

My woodwork?

Why?

You use macrocarpa.

I'm sure that makes a lot of sawdust.

Uh, I guess.

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

What kind of things do you make?

Birdhouses, mostly.

I like to see them build their nests.

Why did you insist Barry Parata use

macrocarpa for the tiny homes?

I don't understand.

Well, macrocarpa is a strange choice.

It's more expensive, for starters.

My motivation for the tiny home community

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

But I also knew that a more holistic,

unprocessed environment would attract more clientele.

So it was purely a business decision.

Sure.

Are you familiar with pykrete?

Py-what?

Pykrete.

Mr. Marinkovic was killed with a pykrete knife made from

a mixture of ice and sawdust.

Okay.

Sawdust from macrocarpa wood.

You find something amusing?

If I wanted to kill Viktor...

and believe me, I have thought about it...

I wouldn't use a pathetic ice knife.

Oh, Detective Shepherd.

I wasn't expecting another visit so soon.

May I come in?

Of course.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Uh, thank you.

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

I'm not good on my own.

Do you know how hard it is to get

away from your own thoughts?

I can only imagine.

You went through very difficult times.

I needed distractions, but it was hard to leave

the house at first.

I started spending more time in the garden.

Okay.

Last spring, I found some fantails

who had fallen on the ground.

So I decided to build a birdhouse.

The mom bird came back.

And the babies all lived.

I saved them.

Sometimes they still visit me.

Okay, Gerard.

Piwakawaka, fantails.

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

You understand. Yes.

Yes, they do.

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

You're not listening.

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

Building them keeps me busy.

And the birds make me happy.

That's it.

So you haven't been collecting macrocarpa sawdust

to create a pykrete knife?

I don't even know what that is.

I just like to imagine that the birds who visit me

are somehow sent by my wife.

I miss her.

Thanks.

We're finished with your wife's board.

So how can I help you today, Detective Shepherd?

Ah.

We know how Viktor was killed.

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

He was stabbed with an unusual type of knife.

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

Hmm.

That must be frustrating for you.

On the night of the séance, you brought

your pavlova puffs and asparagus rolls in a chili bun.

Isn't that correct?

Morgana, I'm so excited to be here.

It stops them going soggy.

Was it your chili bun or Eileen's?

It was mine.

Huh.

Uh, sorry.

One more question.

On the night that your husband died,

you'd been at The Croc & Panther.

Is that right?

Yes.

It was bingo night.

Bingo!

Oh, I did it.

I can't believe it.

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

We won a hamper.

Mr. Marinkovic was there that night.

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

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

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

Ishbel almost didn't make it herself.

She was in a coma for several days.

It all happened so quickly.

Ah!

Turn the car!

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

I lost my Archie.

I'm sure you were angry.

Angry?

At who?

God?

Archie?

The dog?

It was just a tragic accident.

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

Viktor Marinkovic was an alcoholic.

He was drunk that night, wasn't he?

Oi.

Hey, give me that.

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

Sorry, folks.

Thanks again, Trudy.

I'm looking forward to next week.

Yeah. See you next week.

- Bye. - Bye now.

And he was clumsy.

She always referred to him as...

Uh, what now?

"The clumsy elephant."

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

It was Viktor.

Ah! Turn the car!

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

And if I had?

Come on, Detective.

Viktor would have been charged with what?

Causing a public nuisance?

No.

No, that would not have been enough.

When I found out that Archie had been killed,

my only goal was for revenge.

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

Maybe not.

You had Archie's World War II books that

you could use as reference.

And that's when you found this.

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

It wasn't my idea.

He... he led me to it.

Who led you?

Archie.

He wanted revenge, too.

I had no idea what to do next.

But Archie continued to guide me.

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

as the power outage.

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

It could be a chance to talk to Archie.

When you saw that Viktor would be attending the séance

on the same night as the planned power outage,

you had your opportunity.

Mm, very well.

All I needed to do was to make the knife.

♪ I followed someone today

♪ Just a block or two

♪ Could have bet that silhouette was you ♪

♪ It made my heart beat fast

♪ It filled my eyes

♪ Your memory takes me

♪ By surprise

♪ I can't go on

♪ Each day and night so long

♪ When I think I've moved on

♪ You're here in my head

You didn't have much time during the outage.

There was only enough time to strike once.

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

I've seen injuries like that before.

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

So I reached out to Archie one last time.

I wanted to know if my beloved Archie was here.

He's been here since you arrived.

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

Oh, Archie.

I am so lost without you.

He says he loves you.

And although he's no longer with you,

you will always have his full support.

I knew what that meant.

Archie supported my plan to kill Viktor.

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

- Oh. - Hey.

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

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

Is this supposed to be happening?

I'm not standing for this.

Oh!

This isn't funny anymore.

Did you feel that?

Oh, I really don't like this.

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

Ah!

Eileen, I'm scared.

Do you mind me asking, Detective Shepherd,

have you ever been married?

More than once.

Uh, it's never quite worked out.

Not everyone's lucky enough to meet their soulmate,

but I did.

He gave me children, grandchildren...

oh, the best life anybody could hope for.

Viktor stole that from me.

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

was replaced by hatred.

And I wanted revenge.

If you're willing to take some advice

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

protect them.

Protect them.

Because I couldn't protect my Archie,

and it destroyed my life.

So this is The Crocodile & Panther?

Fancy seeing you here.

Trudy.

How's Ray?

Ray's Ray.

If he'd have known you were coming,

he might have stuck around...

then again, maybe not.

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

I'd like to sign up for bingo night.

Would that... would that be okay?

It's a free country, I suppose.

I think I can remember your name.

Should I put you down as "Eileen Spencer,"

or would you prefer "Mom"?

See you next Thursday, then.

Eileen.

Detectives.

Hi, Trudy.

Uh, a sauv, a Merlot.

Trudy.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Yeah, you could say that.

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

for Princess Charmers.

- A lager will be fine. - Sure.

I'll bring them over.

Thanks.

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

Yeah, Ishbel Forbes seems so sweet.

She is.

But if you take away someone's whole world,

perhaps anyone is capable of doing what Ishbel did.

What are you snickering at?

Dogs.

What?

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

the night she died.

But it was in fact Viktor, right?

Wait, so hang on.

Are you suggesting that Morgana Marinkovic

might actually be a good clairvoyant?