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(mysterious music)

- You're attending
a psychic fair, julia?

- You disapprove.

Margaret invited me
to go this afternoon.

I think it sounds
like a bit of fun.

- An art gallery, a museum,
can also be fun.

- It's an opportunity
to experience

Something different, william.

- Different than what?

- The same things we do
day after day after day.

There's no harm
in seeing the world

From a new perspective.

- Even if that perspective
is fraudulent?

The placement of the stars
cannot foretell

One's future, julia.

- Well, it's a good thing
you're not invited.

(chuckles)

- I don't know why we haven't
rented out the salon before.

We're selling so many tickets.

- Are you sure this is something
we should be doing?

- Are you afraid of the occult?

- Not necessarily comfortable
with it,

But that's not the reason.

- Oh. Then what is it?

- The police.

They can very easily
shut us down, violet.

- I doubt that's going
to happen.

- They've done it before.

You may have more than one job,
violet, but I do not.

- Cassie, they won't.

And, besides, in three days,
we'll be making so much money,

Trouble will be the last thing
on your mind.

(door opens)

- This is the devil's
playground!

You don't belong here!

- Excuse me.
This is my establishment.

It is you who does not belong.

- And these are the devil's
instruments.

(crowd gasping)

- You will leave right now, sir,

Or I will call the constabulary
to come and throw you out!

- You'll both burn for this.

(ominous music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Be gone with you.

- What were you saying
about trouble

Being the last
thing on my mind?

(liquid pouring)

(gasps)

(sinister music)

- He must have fallen
from here, sir.

- Hm. So it would seem.

- Is there any reason
to suspect foul play?

Appears this is a death
by misadventure.

- Ordinarily I would agree
with you, miss hart,

But I found this upon arrival.

- A tarot card?

- Not just any tarot card,

The death card,
more specifically,

And it was placed
right on the body.

- A psychic fair has rented out
my salon for three days.

- Oh, so you're the reason
they're here.

- Just running a business,
detective.

I'm sure the death
and the fair aren't connected;

Simply a coincidence.

- I don't believe
in coincidences.

Someone was definitely
sending a message

By placing this on the body.

I eagerly await your postmortem.

(mysterious music)

The landlord has identified
the deceased

As one erasmus scribbs.

- He was almost finished
his dinner, sir.

No sign of anyone joining him.

- Hm.

Mr. Scribbs wasn't
short on money.

- No witnesses to what happened?

- According to the landlord,
mr. Scribbs kept to himself

And paid his rent
on time each month.

- Is it possible
he just jumped, sir?

- It is.

But would he have jumped
in the middle of his dinner?

- Perhaps it wasn't
to his liking.

- What do you mean
you have a job?

- It's still a long way off,

But once I'm released,

I'll be a handyman at a church
on trinity street.

(keys jingling)

- Well, that's something to look
forward to. How wonderful.

- It is! And, um, it comes
with lodgings on site.

- Oh.

- I'll still come over,

Every Sunday, to have supper
with you and father.

- That would be nice.

- And in a few years,

Maybe you'll see me

As a lay brother,
serving the community.

- Why a lay brother?

- It allows me
to help the church

While continuing my path

As god's humble servant
on this plane.

- Whatever makes you happy,
bobby.

Now, I must go
and meet julia.

We're going to the psychic fair.

- Mother, the occult?

Places like that are filled
with charlatans and con men.

- Well...

So is this place, dear,

And you seem to be doing
just fine.

(indistinct chatter)

- Bobby is well?

- Very much so.

He has plans for a future.

He's anticipating
a second chance at life.

- That's so good.
- Mm.

He's none too pleased

About me coming
to this event, though.

- Oh. He shares
william's sentiment.

- Ah. Ah! It would seem
they're not the only ones.

(angry mob chanting)
- god knows the path!

Only god knows the path!

Ye should turn from these
devilish vanities unto god.

- We're more than capable

Of making our own decisions,
reverend.

- Reverend.

(mob continues chanting)

- Repent!
Only god knows the path!

God does not live
in this building!

- Oh! So lovely to see
you here, ladies.

- And you as well.
- Thank you.

- Such an exotic event!

- That it is.
(chuckling)

Enjoy your visit.

- Where should we start?
Astrology?

Tea leaves.
- I'm not sure.

(gasping)
oh.

(gasps)

How marvellous!

- It's basic science, actually,
achieved using potassium.

- Oh.

- You, madam, are the marvel.

- Me?
- Yes.

Your blue-violet aura
is arresting.

- My what?
- The luminous body

That surrounds
your physical form.

- Huh.

- Take this.

Throw it into the flames...

If you wish to see the future.

- Thank you, no.

- Are you sure, madam?

You have the gift.

- Gift?

(soft mystical music)

- When you want the answer
to your question,

Throw this...

Into a hungry fire

And all will be revealed.

- I have no questions.

Shall we?

(sighs)

- He looks to be between
45 and 55,

Relatively healthy,

Devoid of any surgical scars.

- So, nothing out
of the ordinary, then.

- Oh, he possesses all the signs
of a fatal fall:

Head trauma, broken pelvis.

- Could he have been involved

In an altercation
prior to the fall?

- Well, it's possible.

But I believe it was the fall
that killed him.

- So, no defensive wounds, then?

- None.

- He wore a-- oh.

This ring has a rather
distinct stone in it.

- Ah, yes.
It's called a tiger eye.

Some people carry the stone
for protection

And to keep them
safe from evil.

- Doesn't seem
to have worked here.

- Ah. Very good, detective.

- The ring looks very expensive,

And it wasn't taken.

Neither was any
of mr. Scribbs' money,

So I suppose we can
rule out robbery.

- I did find something curious
on his right shoulder.

- Hm.

Well, that's
an interesting tattoo.

I-I've seen this before.

This. Look.

See here on the flag?

- It's the same as the tattoo.

- Still think this has nothing
to do with your fair?

- Correlation isn't causation,
detective.

You taught me that.

- Touché, miss hart.

- I'll have more to tell you
about mr. Scribbs' death

After the internal postmortem.

- As will I.

After a visit to your fair.

(soft mystical music)

- Is that man deceased?

- Very much so, I'm afraid.

He was found this morning,
not too far from here.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Uh, but what does that
have to do with me?

- Just to be clear:
You don't recognize

The man in this photograph?

- Uh, no.

- Um, this card was found
at the scene of the crime.

- The death card does not mean
actual death.

It's symbolic of a change,
an ending.

- This man very much
met his end.

- Mm.
- And this card appears

To match your deck.

- I don't believe so.
(chuckles nervously)

- Then you won't mind checking

To see if your death card
is there?

- Well, that's...
That's not possible.

- It's not there?

- No.

- When did you last see it?

- During a reading
last night before dinner.

- Who else has had access

To this booth
in the past 24 hours?

- Anyone else who works here.
We don't feel the need

To lock things up.

- Can you account for
your whereabouts last night?

- I was at the hotel.

I had a late dinner with friends
and then I went to bed.

- Right. I'll need the name
of the hotel and the restaurant.

- Would I really leave something
at a crime scene

That would lead police
back to me?

I'm being framed.

- That's a good point.

But why would someone
want to frame you

For a murder of someone
you don't know?

- I'm a psychic, detective,

But I don't have
an answer for that.

- Hotel and restaurant, please.

(woman sobbing)

- Oh.

She just got a little bad news.
(chuckles)

- I need to speak
with you about a murder.

- Oh, please, sit down.

- This won't take long.

- Your wife would
want you to have a break.

- How did you know I had a wife?

- Well, I can see
your love line on your palm

All the way over here. Oh!
And such beautiful children.

- We only have one.

- Not for long.

(beads rattle)

- All right. Just for a minute.

- My word! I've never seen
anything like this.

- What? What's wrong?

- Wrong?

(chuckles)

Your life line is nothing
short of remarkable.

- My life line?

- Well, this here.

You are going to live
a very long and successful life.

- Will I be rich?

Or famous?

- Both! And...
(gasps)

No harm will ever come to you.

- Tell me more.
(chuckles)

- No?

- William?

(scoffs)

I didn't expect to see
you here, of all places.

- I didn't expect to be
investigating a murder.

Thank you.

(margaret clears throat)

(angry mob shouting)

- This crowd is very riled up.

- Indeed.

- Jiminy christmas!

Someone's looking
to cop a mouse today.

Who did that?!
- Stop! Stop!

- We are defending the faithful
and rejecting the evil.

We don't want you here!

- You have every right
to express your concern,

But violence of any sort
will not be tolerated

By the toronto constabulary.

Is that understood?

- I apologize.
Won't happen again.

- Is that a handcrafted
apothecary?

- Want to take a peek inside?

- Very much so.

- We've got some willow bark,

Whole cloves, rosehips,

Valerian and as a thank you
for your interest.

- I-I really couldn't.

- It's just a little
dried lavender.

- Oh!

- How lovely.

And we could put it
in susannah's crib.

Might help her sleep.

- It will surely do that.

(julia chuckles)

- While I have you here,

Do you recognize
this man or his tattoo?

- No.

I do know someone
who can help you.

- Who?

- Charmion glass.

She's covered in tattoos
and she's right inside.

- Oh.

Thank you.

(mob continues shouting)

Hello.

I'm detective murdoch
of the toronto constabulary.

(gasps)
- welcome.

What would you like to see,
know, or discover?

- Uh...

- Yes?

- Nice tattoo.

(scoffs)
- which one?

You're going to need to be
a little more specific.

- Perhaps we can get into
more specifics

Down at the station house.

Do you know this man,

Erasmus scribbs?

- Back in our salad days.

Dear mussy.

No longer on this mortal plane?

- No. He was found dead
not too far from your fair.

- I knew him
as erasmus galt many moons ago,

But he had many lives
and many names.

- He was a con man?

- Oh, he was much more
than that.

- What was your
relationship to him?

- We were followers
of aleister crowley,

Members of the...
The pneumatic order,

Or something like that.

- Hm. And did being
part of this order

Require you to have the tattoo

That I've observed on both
his shoulder and yours?

- To show our fealty,
our loyalty. Yes.

- I see.

Clearly, you are no longer
part of the organization.

Um, did you and erasmus
leave together?

- No. Mussy found god.

He worried that being
part of the order

Would hurt his chances
of getting into heaven.

- I see.

And where were you last night
between midnight and six am?

- Keeping company with horatio,

A gentleman who sports
the most

Glorious imperial
moustache and goatee.

(sighs)

- Do you know of anyone who may
have wished erasmus harm?

- He had a wild life
when I met him.

It's possible he made enemies
that found him here.

I really couldn't say.

- Right. I'll be looking
into your alibi,

But, uh, in the meantime,

You are free to go.

(soft curious music)

- Bit of a peacock,
that one, eh?

- She knew the victim.

- Do you think she killed him?

- I don't know,
but I found her suspicious.

Has an answer for everything.

- Well, she's a fortune teller,
murdoch.

She probably knew
what you were going to ask

Before you did.

(sighs)

- What have you, miss hart?

- I've completed the internal
examination of the victim.

The results are consistent
with death from a fall

From a great height.

- Hm. Anything else?

- I did find chicken pot pie
and tea in his small intestine.

- That's the meal we found
in his apartment.

- There was one curious thing.

- Go on.

- His tea was made with
hallucinogenic mushrooms.

- Which could have caused
disorientation, vertigo.

Again, this could be a
death by misadventure.

- But there was a long
horizontal bruise

Across his back, even though
there were no defensive wounds.

What if he was facing
a killer on the balcony?

- His back pressed
against the handrail,

He's been drugged,
unsteady on his feet.

One good push could have
sent him off the balcony.

- Falling backwards
and landing prostrate

When he hit the ground.

- The killer then
walked downstairs,

Into the alley and placed
the tarot card on the body.

- But why the card?

- That's what I intend
to find out.

Oh! Excellent work, miss hart.

- Ah!

A little bit more, please.

And, uh, a little bit
more lemon, as well.

- Of course.
The earthiness of the tea

Can take a little
getting used to.

- Hm.

I just want my family
to be together.

And for my son to make
the right choices.

- You think he won't?

(exhales deeply)

- I don't know.

Can you tell me?

- Of course.

(mystical music)

Let's take a look.

(indistinct chatter)

- Ah!

That could've killed me!

- It's a good thing you stopped
when you did.

Looks like you got
god on your side.

- God has nothing to do with it,
tucker.

Nothing at all.

No harm will ever come to me.

(chuckles)

- What?

- Oh!

(giggling)

(gasps)
oh. Hello.

(voice echoing): Thomas?

(giggling)
thomas!

Oh!

(voice echoing): Excuse me.
Have you seen my husband,

Inspector thomas
char-charles brackenreid?

Yorkshire accent.
About this tall.

And, oh! Wait!

This tall.

Julia!

(giggling)

Oh, julia!

- Oh!
- Julia, julia!

- Hello, margaret.
- Hello, hello, hello!

Have I ever told you...

Oh.

Have I ever told you

How wonderful I think it is
that you are a doctor?

A doctor!

- Margaret.
- Wha...?

- Your pupils are dilated.
I think she's been drugged.

- Drugged? How?
- No! I simply had the...

(voice echoing):
...Most wonderful conversation

With a tattooed lady

And everything
is going to be fine!

- Charmion glass
at the psychic fair?

- Yes! And...

We had the most delicious tea.

It just--
- margaret?

What's going on?
What're you doing here?

- Well, what are we all
doing here

Is the question, isn't it?

(margaret scoffs)

- My office.
- Wha...?! Why?!

- Ooh.

(giggling)

The tea is made from mushrooms
with hallucinogenic compounds.

We also found it
in the victim's system.

- But nobody's trying
to harm margaret, surely.

- She didn't drink enough
to cause harm.

- She said charmion glass
gave it to her.

- The peacock you interviewed
earlier.

- Detective.

On our final sweep
of the crime scene,

We found this.

- Thank you.

A coin or money of some sort.

Seems familiar.

- The tiny hole on top
would suggest

It's a piece
of costume jewelry.

- Fay radler's headdress.

It was adorned with several
of these flat discs.

- The tarot card reader.
She's looking quite guilty.

- Between that
and the death card

On the victim's body,
I'd say so, yes.

- But the tea
in the victim's stomach

Came from charmion glass.

- Do you think the two women
from the fair

Worked together
to kill your victim?

- That's possible.

- What's their motive?

- Let's bring them in
and find out.

(giggling)

Charmion glass,

You are under arrest for
the murder of erasmus scribbs.

- Detective murdoch,

This is beginning to feel
like a déjà vu.

- What's going on out here?

- Apparently, I killed someone.

(scoffs)
- sir.

- Very good.

Fay radler,
you are also under arrest.

- What? For what charge?

- For conspiring to commit
murder with miss glass.

(scoffs angrily)

Let's go.

(mob shouting)

- This is a witch hunt!

- We don't need
this evil in our city!

- Constable higgins,

Shut down this event
until further notice.

- What are you doing?
You can't close the fair.

- That's exactly what I'm doing.

- Our lord's work is done.

The devil's playground
is no more.

Thank you! The devil is rebuked!

Praise the lord!

- Why did you serve drugged tea
to the police inspector's wife?

- I serve it to all my clients.

I didn't know who that
church-bell was

When she sat down.

- Why do you drug
your customers?

- The tea helps them relax
and open up.

It's harmless.

- Well, it wasn't harmless
to your friend mr. Scribbs.

He had a large dose of it
in his system

When he was pushed
off the balcony.

(sighs)
- detective,

How could a tiny woman like me

Hoist a grown man
over a balcony?

- Obviously, you had help.

Martha, grey as a mare.

Missing husband, wants him back.

- Well, she shouldn't.
He's a cad.

- Sarah, mole on right cheek.

Lost her job,
wants to move back to country.

- Some people should never
leave the farm.

- Petey: Gouty leg, dead wife.

- Everyone wants to hear

From their departed loved ones.

Everyone.

- So is this how
you and charmion

Deceived your customers?

You learned personal information
about them in town,

Shared it with one another

And then used it
in your fortune-telling act?

- It's harder to do
in cities this big.

Better to stick
to the small towns.

- Hm.

So why did the two of you
decide to kill a man?

Did she serve him the tea

And you pushed him off
the balcony, or vice versa?

- Char and me working together
to kill someone?

You've read too many
penny dreadfuls, detective.

(inhales deeply)

- You and mr. Scribbs
both had the same ring.

(chuckles)
- oh, erasmus,

You sentimental old fool.

(chuckling)

- How long were
the two of you together?

- Married over seven years.

- And then what happened?
You had a falling out?

- We didn't always agree
on how to, uh, run the business.

You know, um,
solve certain problems.

- You lied to me
about not knowing him.

- I swear I had nothing
to do with his death.

- We found this piece
of your costume

At the scene of the crime.

How do you explain that?

- I, uh... I can't.

- Your alibi has been
unsubstantiated,

And all of the evidence
is pointing towards you.

- I'm innocent.

I swear it.

- Forgive me for being blunt,
miss radler,

But your word means nothing.

- What did I tell you?

(sighs)
- perhaps you were right.

The fair did invite trouble.

- I don't believe those
women killed anyone.

- Oh, neither do I.

- That reverend seems
more capable of murder

Than those two.

- I agree.

Didn't he knock over
one of the vendor's displays?

- He did.

(horse neighing)

What are you thinking?

- What if it was an act?

A diversion to distract us

From what he was really
doing at the fair?

- What was he really doing?

- Stealing a card to frame
someone for murder.

- I know what church
he presides over.

It's on wellington.

- Well, let's go have
a chat with him.

- Let's.

- You think these two women
have been working together

For years just waiting
for the right time

To kill this fellow?

- If they knew toronto
was to be one of their stops

And that this erasmus fella
resided here,

Then it's not beyond reason.

- Did they appear
to be chummy to you?

- To be honest with you, no.
And I've yet to find a reason

Why they would commit
a crime together.

- Honour among thieves,
I suppose.

- Sirs.

I managed to track down
the mustachioed gentleman

That charmion kept company
with last night.

He confirms her alibi.

- Well, then,
that only leaves fay radler.

(sighs)

- I knew there was something
off about you.

- Off?

- A judgmental hypocrite

Who's secretly a soaker.

(scoffs)
- I am not.

You have me all wrong.

- It's no wonder you burst
into our place of business

Making yourself a nuisance.

You were drunk on what?
Moonshine?

- Violet, what is it?

- Cassie, call the station house
and tell them

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

- Arrest? For what?

- Murder.

(scoffs)

- It's just tea.

- It's a fair bit
more than that, reverend.

Now, where did you
purchase this?

- At an apothecary
on birchgate avenue.

It's completely legal and...

Less potent than opium.

- Why do you drink it?

- It's the only thing
that alleviates my grief

Since my wife was murdered.

- Your wife was murdered?

- Yes. By a charlatan
posing as a psychic.

- By chance, is this the man
that you're referring to?

- That's him!

I wanted him dead,
and the lord delivered.

- You say your wife
was murdered by a charlatan.

What do you mean by that?

- Our son died
after a brief illness

And my wife never recovered.

She met this man

At a travelling fair

Who told her that
she could speak to our child

In the afterlife.

- And she believed him?

- Yes.

She claimed to have heard
his voice

Telling her that
he was all right.

And begging her to keep
coming back to talk to him.

- And she did.

- 'til the money ran out, yes.

And then they just
tossed her aside.

And when she could no longer
talk to our son...

She took her own life.

They may as well have
put the gun to her head.

- They?

- Crooks, thieves, scoundrels!

Just one big flim-flam family
profiting from people's grief.

(sighs)

- And this is guaranteed to put
a little extra pep in my step?

- It will indeed, sir.

- So, we're free to go?

- We've decided
to release you, for now.

- For now? Jiminy christmas!

What more do we have to do
to prove our innocence?

- It's standard procedure.

Just don't leave town.

(distant church bells ringing)

- Thank you, detective.

- Miss hart, these people,

They prey on the weak.

Does that not give you pause?

- Well, I have a lot
of customers

Waiting to have
their fortunes told.

Excuse me.

(horse neighing)

- Detective murdoch!

How's that lavender
working for your child?

- Oh! Well, she's sleeping
like a...

Well, like a baby.

- Glad to hear.

- How are you feeling now?

- Embarrassed.

(sighs)
thomas was right.

It's all stuff and nonsense.

- Well, you couldn't
have known the tea

Would have that effect on you.

Why did you go back to the fair?

- I went to speak
to the pyromancer.

He said I had the gift.

Then the fortune teller
called out to me and...

(sighs)
I should really get home.

(chuckles)

- You sure you don't want
to talk about it a little more?

(scoffs)
- you're very kind,

But I need to get home

And forget this day
ever happened.

I feel silly for having
believed those people.

(inaudible)

- Tucker, call the station
and let them know

There's a robbery in progress

At the corner
of nassau and spadina.

- Wh-what about you?
He's got a gun.

(scoffs)

- No harm will come to me.

- Wha... Higgins!

- Stop! Police!

- Get away from me.

- No.
(gunshot)

- What are you doing?
- My job.

(tense music)

- Get away. Get away.

(gunshot)

(grunts)

- See? Nothing to it.

(higgins chuckles)

- You're being charged
with the murder

Of erasmus scribbs.
Do you understand?

- I didn't kill him,

But I'm happy he's dead.

And for that,
I should be punished.

Sin is sin.

But I look forward
to being reunited

With my family in death.

(sighs)

(lock clicks)

(curious music)

Aren't you finished
with me yet?

I told you I was ready
to accept my fate.

- Tell me in detail...
(lock clicks)

....The events leading up
to the death of your wife.

(sighs)

- It was over ten years ago,
but I remember it

Like it was yesterday.

- Erasmus...

Posed as a psychic

Who could channel
the dead, correct?

- Yes.

And the woman would find
vulnerable and grieving people,

Listen to their sad stories
and pass them on to him,

And he would use them
in his readings.

The woman would hide
under a table

Or behind a curtain,

Pretending to be
the dead relative.

- Do you know this for certain?

- I don't.

But...

My wife described
the voice of a child

Echoing out through the ethers

Reaching out to her
from beyond the grave.

- She believed she was hearing
your son,

But you think
it was this woman.

- My wife would've done anything
to speak to her child again.

That's why she trusted
those charlatans.

- Oh, you made the papers.
Nice work.

- Sir, I believe
the reverend is innocent.

- But it all adds up.

Con man, dead wife,
reverend gets revenge.

Case closed.

- Respectfully, sir,
I have to disagree.

- How so?

- The reverend stated
that his wife

Was conned by
a husband and wife duo.

- And one of them is dead.

And if the wife
was the tarot card reader,

We know that
she didn't kill him.

That leaves the reverend.

- What if a third person
was involved in the scheme?

- Like who?

- The reverend said
that his wife heard

A child's voice, her son,

Speaking to her
from beyond the grave.

- A dead child did it?

- I need to have another
word with fay radler.

- Hm.

(mystical music)

- You're back.

- I guess your curiosity
got the better of you.

- Has miss radler returned?

- No, haven't seen her.

- Sir, I need a word
with mr. Salazar.

- Henry, does this have
to do with the case?

- No, I just want
to tell him he was right.

(indistinct chatter)

- This will only take
but a moment

And it would really
mean a lot to me.

- Very well.
- Thank you.

(fay): Please, sit down.

(indistinct chatter)

(woman): Is there something
I can help you with today?

(man): Yes, I...

- Hope you get good news, fella.

- I already have.

- Me too!
I have a remarkable life line

And no harm will ever
come to me.

Can you believe it?
I'm gonna live forever!

- Mr. Salazar! A word.

- Oh.

- Hm.

The five of wands.

You're healing from a conflict.

- Yes

- You've been through a battle.

- I certainly have.

- You'll come through
triumphant.

- You really don't
remember me, do you?

- Should I?

- Jiminy christmas, mama,

How could you forget
your own son?

- Derby.

My sweet boy.

- So, you do remember me.

- How could I forget?

- Tell me one thing
you remember about me.

- You used to like
saltwater taffy.

And you couldn't get enough
strawberry phosphates.

One time, you drank so much,
you had red stains

Around your mouth for days.

- And you always gave me
some of your supper

Because I was still hungry
after cleaning my plate.

- You were a growing boy.

Of course.

- So, why did you leave me?

- It was erasmus' decision.

- But I was just a child
and you were my mother!

- I wasn't your mother.

You were a foundling,
we took you in.

- You were still my mother!

- No, I wasn't.

You were a means to an end.
We owe you nothing.

- I lied for you.

I deceived people for you.

And erasmus? He paid for that.

- You killed him?

- You two gave me a childhood
and you took it away from me!

(tense music)

(both screaming)

- Help!

(grunting)

(blade clatters to floor)

(grunts)

(crowd murmuring)

Can I go?

I've done nothing wrong.

- Nothing I can arrest you for.

But you've done plenty wrong.

You've conned people,

Abandoned a child.

(fay chuckles)

- The act we came up with

Couldn't have lasted
indefinitely.

- When derby no longer
sounded like a child

Because he grew,

You dropped him.

- We changed our act

To two magnificent mentalists.

But after a couple months,

Erasmus didn't have
the stomach for it.

- The incident
with the reverend's wife

And her suicide
gave him a conscience?

- Something that is not...

Really an asset
in this line of work.

Thank you for saving my life.

I'll be on my way.

- I'd best not ever see you
in toronto again, miss radler.

- So, what will happen
to the young man?

- The circumstances of his life
will likely spare him the noose.

- But he deceived me.

He drove my wife to madness.

- He will spend considerable
time behind bars.

He was a child, reverend,

Simply doing the bidding

Of people who showed him
a kindness.

(sighs)
- I understand.

My wife couldn't
get past our son's death.

I couldn't get past
my wife's suicide.

And young derby
couldn't forgive

What those two people
did to him.

- None of them are easy tasks.
- No.

No, they are not.

I would like to speak
to the young man, if I may?

- If he's willing.

- I would like him to know
that I forgive him.

(soft music)

- So, what you're telling me
is you're not invulnerable?

- I walked straight towards
a man who was shooting at me.

- So your fate
isn't in your hands?

- Good one, tucker.

- Thank you.
- The thing is,

He knew things.
My marriage to ruthie,

The fact that I have a child.
How could he know all that?

- Lucky guess.
Just like it was luck

That saved you
from getting shot.

- Well, you won't see me
risking my life anymore.

(grunts)

Tucker! Are you all right?

(groans)

- Never better.

- Oh.

Well, I guess some people
were just born lucky.

(insects chirping)

(soft music)

- Julia?

- It's madame o to you,
detective.

- Oh!

Where is susannah?

- I tucked a sachet
of that lavender

Under her pillow and she's been
sound asleep for hours.

- Hm. Perhaps it's not all
smoke and mirrors after all.

- Well, knowing that,

Pick a card.

See your future.

Oh!

(chuckles)
pick another.

(gasps)

- It must be written
in the stars.

(chuckles)

- That's the spirit.

(panting)

- Margaret!

- What's with the get-up?

- Ah. Going out for a run.

- A run? Where?

- Just a run, margaret.

Around and around.

Ever since I got the pep tonic
from that young lad,

I've been full of beans!

Be ready for me when I get back.

- Oh!

(brackenreid grunts)

(chuckling)

(door opens and closes)

(giggles)

(curious music)

(gasps)

- You have the gift.

(mystical music)

(margaret gasps)

(explosions)

- Bobby.

No!

(mysterious music)