Wild Cards

Previously on Wild Cards.

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

There's nothing to hash out.

You still don't trust me?

Why should I?

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

You're not even on this case.

I know it's hard.

Birthdays for loved ones who aren't here anymore.

Thanks for sticking with me on this case.

It was actually really nice not to be alone yesterday.

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

It'll just be something new.

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

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

say, a magnificent work of art

or a breathtaking symphony that lasts forever.

No, no.

The ultimate irony for us

is that if we pull off the perfect con,

no one will even know that we were there.

We came, we scored, we evaporated.

Poof.

Or as someone much smarter than I once said.

"Our revels now are ended.

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

"and are now melted into thin air.

"We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

"But if this life is but a dream,

"it's been a wonderful one.

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

"When I awake."

I'm glad I'm inside.

Hey, Chief, is this a sleepwalking butt dial?

Now?

So what was so important about this case

that it couldn't wait until daylight?

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

We're heading to the marina right now.

Take the boat over.

The victim is a Serena Pendragon.

Thirty-nine year-old medium.

The psychic? Oldest scam in the book.

Come on. You're not a believer.

Psychics are the lowest of low.

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

And since you said private island,

I'm assuming the mark was rich.

You ever heard of the Hawksmoor family?

As in Hawksmoor Frozen Seafood?

Yep, that's the one.

I love their fried shrimp bites.

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

Yeah, well, the founder, Alistair Hawksmoor,

disappeared seven years ago.

His boat was found adrift at sea,

but his body was never recovered.

Let me guess.

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

Sweet gig that must have been.

Isn't that island supposed to be haunted?

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

The haunted Hawksmoor Island.

Children think everything's haunted.

And then we grow up and we realize

there's no such thing as ghosts.

This coming from the person who believes in aliens.

Aliens are people.

They just live on a different planet.

Ghosts are just puffs of smoke.

Come on. You don't actually believe.

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

I can't see anything.

The ferryman said left over the bridge.

Look.

You the police?

Yes. Detective Ellis.

Derwood. I'm the caretaker.

Derwood the caretaker. Great name.

Very spooky.

Can you take us to the body?

You found it.

She was stabbed in the chest.

Knife likely.

Specifics TBD.

What about the time of death?

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

Well, you were the one that found the body,

did you see anyone or hear anything?

Not a peep.

What were you doing wandering around

in the middle of the night?

Wicked storms brewing and we could lose power.

I was out collecting extra firewood.

All right, let's start sweeping the area.

We're looking for a knife and footprints.

Although all this wet grass,

I don't know how many footprints...

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

I didn't until I saw that.

Alistair's killed Serena!

Oh, no!

Alistair?

As in Alistair Hawksmoor?

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

Wow. He must have sold

a boatload of frozen fish fingers to build this joint.

Dorothy...

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

It's Alistair. He's back.

He killed Serena.

This is Clara, the housekeeper.

And now he wants to kill me too.

Now, now everything is fine.

Just let me get her back into bed.

Come on.

Come, Dorothy, let me help you.

Oh.

Alistair's back. Oh, no.

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

Who else is on the island?

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

But this weekend, Dorothy's stepchildren

and granddaughter are visiting.

And you keep track of who comes and goes?

I keep a close watch on the dock.

So when Serena was killed,

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

That's right.

Better fetch some more wood.

There, there. Nothing to be afraid of.

You're safe.

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

Ahh!!!

It's my chocolates.

Well, someone's never learned to share.

Okay, now, Dorothy, try to sleep.

Mmm.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Mm.

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

It'll only upset her.

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

Grief can do strange things to people's minds,

I can tell you.

To have your husband disappear at sea

and never find the body...

She never got a real chance to say goodbye.

That's why Dorothy first contacted the medium.

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

Well, did she get any answers?

Serena said all the usual things

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

So why is Dorothy suddenly afraid of him?

I don't know.

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

She believed that Alistair was angry with her,

wanted to hurt her.

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

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

None.

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

Until recently, I would have said no.

Then what changed?

Alistair used to smoke

a particular kind of expensive cigar.

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

Alistair...

Another nightmare.

Oh!

So we got one dead medium

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

It shouldn't take too long.

Unless you think there's a smoking ghost

going around and stabbing people.

Of course not.

Our killer is obviously somebody in this house.

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

They're supposed to be in the drawing room.

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

I am Cassandra, special police psychic consultant.

A conduit for the other side.

Another psychic?

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

And judging by the dead medium on your lawn,

you guys need my special gifts.

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

I have an open house on the mainland tomorrow.

Someone is dead, sister dear.

I know, brother dear.

Don't use that scolding tone with me.

There are more important things right now

than another one of your real estate deals.

We all know you have the more important job

running the family business.

All right.

Enough.

Let's not forget why we're here.

What does bring you all here to the island?

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