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Tim says I talk about him too much.

But George has only been gone two years.

I'm supposed to just forget about him?

Oh...

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

And your George was such a large presence.

Yeah. Well, Tim's no help.

Now that he's divorced,

he's running around with women that he finds

on some dating "thing" on his phone,

and using Ronaldo without my permission.

Ronaldo? My driver.

Oh, yes. How is he?

Unavailable.

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

I miss my Georgie so much.

Marilyn, please, you have to help me.

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

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

Let's put him here. Okay.

Okay.

George is here.

Oh. Okay? Uh, uh, George, George,

you're gonna have to slow down.

Your hubby is very, very talkative today.

He is holding a briefcase.

And it's all business.

And he's saying... uh, something about a vote?

The Butterwell board meeting is next week.

What is he saying?

He's... closing a book.

And he's saying...

"Phyllis, let it go."

Oh.

Georgie, I...

I don't believe that.

Are you absolutely sure?

Spirits never lie.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mrs. Pierson's son is here to pick her up. Stepson.

Tim.

Marilyn connected with your father.

He made it very clear.

He wants us to sell the company.

Wow, really? That's amazing.

Why don't you wait in the car?

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

All right.

You are a gift from heaven.

Oh.

I am but a vessel.

Please don't touch that. Why?

Is it going to give me bad juju?

No, it's just very expensive.

How can I help you?

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

This thing you have going with my stepmother ends now.

This thing? You've had a nice run,

made a bunch of my father's money,

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

Phyllis has come to rely on my services.

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

I don't care.

Enough is enough.

Well, if she comes running,

don't expect me to turn her away.

I could never be that cruel.

Daddy is not talking to you from the beyond.

Are you insane?

You don't know her at all.

She's a con artist.

You listen to me, Phyllis.

My father never wanted to sell the business,

especially not to SnackerDoodle.

They're the enemy.

I once ate a SnackerDoodle Ginger Snap at a friend's house

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

Two weeks.

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

Don't honey me.

You're not my mother.

Butterwell means everything to me.

Really?

You didn't take any interest in the business

when your father was alive.

You went away. Things are different now.

Daddy's gone, and I'm here.

It's time I continue the legacy.

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

If that's what you want.

And you are not to see that psychic again.

Get a therapist like a normal person.

I'm late.

I'm taking Ronaldo.

Georgie...

what should I do?

George?

What are you trying to say?

She blocked me?

Damn it.

He went on an Internet date two nights ago,

and no one has heard from him since.

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

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

And what happens when you call his phone?

It just goes to voicemail.

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

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

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

preoccupied.

He missed his squash game.

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

Well, you know what I always say?

Trust your instincts.

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

And who are you, exactly?

I'm Marilyn Gladwell, professional psychic.

I came as soon as Phyllis called.

Why not before?

Marilyn, this is, uh,

the police captain, Officer Blanke,

and her police friend or something.

Oh, my.

The things that have happened in here.

Ladies, if you'll excuse me.

I'll leave you in the capable hands

of Officer Blanke and Ms. Tascioni.

Oh, wait, wait.

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

Here we go.

I'm seeing a blue station wagon.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Good luck.

So, were you friends with Tim?

Oh, no. Not really. I...

I met him a couple of times.

Nice kid. Troubled.

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

That won't be necessary.

Nonsense. She worked with the FBI.

Well, only a handful of times.

I was close with the former director.

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

Please do this for me.

If anyone can find Tim, it's you.

Mm, ha, yeah.

Spirit is definitely

steering me over to the right.

We should've just hung back at the station

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

Is she talking to herself?

Have you ever been to a psychic?

Once, on my honeymoon.

He predicted we'd live happily ever after.

No talking.

Huh... You all right?

Something is clouding my eye.

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

No! My third eye.

Oh. Can you use drops for that?

It's gone.

I can't hear him anymore.

Maybe we should just head back to the precinct?

Hmm.

Wait. Look.

Crows. And a lot of them.

I think that's called a murder.

Phyllis did say her driver dropped Tim off

near the park Tuesday night.

Maybe Marilyn already knew that and got lucky?

Yeah. Maybe.

Hmm.

I'm officially reclassifying

the missing person case to homicide.

I hope you took thorough notes at the crime scene.

Of course. Uh, who should I hand them over to?

Is Detective Donnelly on this? Or Smullen?

Uh...

Keep them for yourself.

Because...

...you're being promoted to detective,

effective immediately.

This is your case.

Thank you so much, Captain.

It's been a long time coming.

You deserve it. Here you go.

Oh... Wow.

Congratulations, Detective.

Oh, I'm so happy for you!

I am just so, so happy!

Ooh, I can see that.

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

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

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

I couldn't resist it.

It went on sale the week after you returned it.

It looked so good on you.

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

Take it away, Detective Blanke.