[indistinct chatter] Clearance for Act Two.

Thanks, Cal.

[applause] Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to our celebration of the magical and the macabre.

The next part of tonight's performance is not for those of a weak constitution.

If you are easily shocked, or prone to nightmares, I highly recommend you leave the theatre immediately.

You have been warned.

Now, I require a volunteer.

Somebody brave or, failing that... foolish.

[blows] -[clapping] -Please... look under your seats.

There's no way I'm getting onstage with that pompous prat.

Here.

Do we have a volunteer?

Yes, madam?

Please.

She looks nervous.

How about a round of applause?

[applause] Some more encouragement, please, ladies and gentlemen.

If you'd like to come with me.

Please don't tell me your name.

I don't want to become emotionally attached, just in case.

-[chuckles] -Now... I would like to introduce you all to a woman close to my heart.

I call her... the iron maiden.

[sound effect of thunder crashing] For those of you who think these spikes are fake... Solid metal.

Please.

Try to relax.

Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen.

I have no doubt she will find this to be a transformative experience.

[woman screams] -Jill?

-[audience gasps] [all murmuring] Jill, are you okay?

[man] Look, there's blood!

Look.

Do I have to?

We should be doing this.

What, gurning?

Publicizing.

-What for?

-Well, let me think.

Because we've got no clients!

Not true.

What about that identity-theft case?

Oh, he called up to cancel.

Turns out it was his sister, only she thought he was dead... -It's a long story.

-Well, don't worry about it.

Something will turn up.

It always does.

Hope so, because you've got more bills than a duck pond.

Chester Patterson is our main competition.

He is a fake.

He used to sell overpriced wine for a living.

I mean, what kind of P.I.

puts his own face on a flyer?

I'm twice the detective he'll ever be.

Well, if that's the case, how come he's opening a new swanky office down the road, and we are just stood here.

I'm just stood here eating doughnuts.

Because, unlike Mr.

Chester Patterson, I have integrity.

Says the man in a fake leather jacket.

Hey, this is real.

Smell it.

Either way, integrity won't pay the bills, will it?

If we are so much better than him, then that's great.

That is brilliant.

Let's shout about it.

Let's tell everyone.

All right, and how are we going to do that?

[Maggie] As you can see, these chains are very real and very strong.

I'm starting the stopwatch.

Now.

His record is 13 seconds.

[whispering inaudibly] Of course, he's not performed this particular trick in a while.

Won't be long now.

One final knot.

[Lawrence] Ta-da!

[Bard] To be or not to be.

That is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune... I am fortune's fool.

[Bard] ...against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.

[applause] Don't give up, Dad.

You just need to get your mojo back.

Why?

So I can do card tricks with the other lags?

"Involuntary manslaughter by gross negligence."

Look, it was an accident.

You have to fight this.

A woman died.

It was my fault.

You've done the iron maiden trick a thousand times.

You checked it and double-checked it.

It's safe.

It's clearly not.

For my opening night at the Terranova tomorrow.

Show there are no hard feelings.

What if it wasn't an accident?

"Choose Shakespeare and Hathaway, because the other guy's a pillock"?

-[laughs] -Could you take this seriously?

-I am.

-No, you're not.

-You can't be writing... -[door opens] Dear Lord, please let these clients be affluent, desperate and suggestible.

-So much for integrity.

-Thank you for the doughnuts.

I bought you the doughnuts.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

-[knock on door] -Come in.

Mr.

and Miss Pross.

They want to employ our services.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Hang on, aren't you that magician?

[Lu] Yes!

Yes.

The Great Prossini.

[Lu laughs] I saw your show a couple of years ago.

-It was brilliant.

-"Lawrence" will suffice.

This is my daughter and assistant, Maggie.

-Please.

-Yes.

Yeah.

Are you here about what happened to that woman?

I heard about it on the news.

We believe the trick was sabotaged.

-By?

-Anton Dukes, a.k.a., the Amazing Antonio.

-He was there that night.

-Another magician?

[Lawrence] Hardly.

He calls himself an experimental Illusionist.

He's been stealing my tricks for years.

And you think Mr.

Dukes caused the fatality in order to...?

Destroy Dad's career.

Anton's taken over our spot at the theatre.

The last few weeks have been a nightmare.

We've been spat at in the street.

Our van's been vandalized.

They even broke off my aerial and threw it into a tree.

[Maggie] Dad's being charged with manslaughter.

He could go to jail.

You've got to help us.

[Lu] Why don't I put the kettle on and you can tell us all about it.

Sebastian?

Starting with how the trick's supposed to work.

That's not possible.

The Magic Circle have-- Have already kicked you out.

Just tell them, Dad.

It's easier if I show you.

Yes.

Yeah.

[laughs] [whispering] Just calm down.

Calm.

[knocks] Stratford's greatest con artist.

-[knocking on door] -[Maggie] Callum!

Uh, Maggie.

How've you been?

Who are they?

They're going to clear Dad's name.

Right.

I suppose you better come in, then.

[Maggie] The police took the real iron maiden away, but we can use these trunks.

Excuse me!

Mr.

Pross?

Iris, how lovely to see you.

You, too, Mr.

Pross, but you're really not allowed to be in here.

My manager said you're-- Barred.

I'm aware.

Iris, these kind people are helping us discover what happened to that poor woman.

I would consider it a great favour if you would turn a blind eye.

We won't be long.

Okay.

Just while my manager's on lunch.

[Lawrence] You're an angel.

So, we bring the volunteer up onstage.

Yay!

Sorry, how is that person chosen?

I put a joker under one of the seats during the interval.

So you don't know who it is until they come onstage?

No, I just pick a random seat.

I position the volunteer... Please, stand in here.

And try to relax.

Now, on the underside of this front section is a strong magnet.

When the device passes this point, the magnet breaks a circuit, opening a trapdoor.

The volunteer disappears into the trap room.

A spring mechanism pushes the trapdoor back into place just before the iron maiden closes.

I wait downstairs to make sure they're all right, and then I just bring them up after the trick's over.

What, is that it?

Oh.

Then I do a bit more spiel... and Maggie emerges from a secret compartment behind the spikes, resplendent in sequins.

[Lu] Is it not possible that maybe the trapdoor just jammed by itself?

No, I do a safety check every night before the second half.

A power cut?

If the power goes, the latch opens.

That's how it works.

Surely the police would've noticed if it'd been tampered.

Not if Anton had removed any evidence.

So you're saying that this Anton guy, from his seat somewhere in the auditorium, managed to jam the trapdoor shut and then un-jam it, but during the show, without anybody noticing.

He's a magician, isn't he?

Well, you got your wish.

Desperate, affluent and suggestible.

Although I don't really feel there's much of a case here.

I feel like they just can't accept that the Great Prossini might have messed up.

Nah, I'm not so sure.

Really?

I do think he quite liked a bit of a drink.

I mean, really, would you put your life in his hands?

Francis.

-Long time no see.

-Not long enough.

Francis?

Chester.

You're looking, um... -well.

-You must be Miss Shakespeare.

I heard Francis had got himself a glamorous new assistant.

I'm his partner.

Business partner.

[Chester] He's a lucky man.

Chester Patterson.

I'm sure you've heard of Chester Patterson's Investigations.

This is my client, Mr.

Shiplake.

Mr.

Shiplake.

Your wife was-- Murdered by that maniac, yes.

Our condolences.

And we intend to sue Mr.

Pross for every penny he has.

I'm helping Mr.

Shiplake build a case for a private compensation claim.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

We, um... we have reason to believe there might be a third party involved.

And what reason is that?

Well, I'm not at liberty to say.

So, wait, you're working for the Great Prossini?

[laughs] -Might be.

-That's priceless.

I've looked into the incident, Francis.

If you think it was foul play, you're wrong.

Well, do you want to put your money where your mouth is, then?

-You want to make a wager?

-Excuse us.

What are you doing?

I'm doing what you said.

Trying to prove we're the best in town.

No, this is not what I meant.

Listen to your hairdresser, Francis.

Sounds like what she lacks in expertise she makes up for in female intuition.

Two days.

Two days.

And if we haven't proved that Pross is innocent by then, then Frank and I will spend an entire day handing out your flyers.

And if you succeed?

[Frank] I was talking about 20 quid, not humiliating myself in public promoting our biggest rivals.

So I got carried away.

As long as we solve the case, it doesn't matter, does it?

And we are the best, remember?

All right.

Listen, I want you to go back to the office and run those background checks, and talk to the daughter again.

But on her own this time.

She might open up if her dad's not there.

-What are you going to do?

-I... ugh, I'm going to deal with this.

Good luck.

Well, well, if it isn't Arden constabulary's finest.

-I just had a phone call.

-PPI?

Hate those.

Mr.

Shiplake has had a very distressing experience.

Now he's worried that your investigation is going to confuse the witnesses and mess up the trial.

That is rubbish.

Chester Patterson got him to call you because he's scared we might find something.

Yeah, but there's nothing to find, Frank.

You know, there was no sign that the trapdoor was tampered with.

All right, look, hypothetically, okay?

If someone wanted to sabotage-- Oh.

Who?

Why?

When?

Look, we've done a thorough investigation, and so has the Health and Safety executive.

Now, the only fingerprints that were found on the device were those belonging to Lawrence Pross and a resident technician.

Well, you must've come up with something.

Yeah, we did.

In-house usher, Iris Swifton.

She was seen having an argument with the deceased during an interval.

-And?

-And it was a dead end.

It was just a customer complaint that was handled badly.

And anyway, if someone wanted to kill Mrs.

Shiplake, well... she was chosen at random.

Yeah, but if Mr.

Pross is right, the victim's irrelevant.

Someone wanted to ruin his career.

Yeah, and by "someone," you mean Anton Dukes?

Yeah, he was on a date the whole night.

Look, the CPS have made their decision.

The case is closed.

Well, we won't be getting in their way if we have a look around ourselves, will we?

You always wanted to be a performer?

Not really.

When I was little, I planned on being an archaeologist.

Travel the world exploring lost temples.

Sounds silly now.

I think I just wanted to be Lara Croft.

Left school after my GCSEs, been helping Dad ever since.

And how long has your dad known Anton Dukes?

A few years.

Dad helped Anton out when he first started on the circuit.

He was even going to propose Anton for the Magic Circle, but then he found out Anton was using some of his tricks, passing them off as his own.

Dad reported him, and Anton got blacklisted.

Do you think Dukes is really capable of murder?

He certainly gives me the creeps.

And Dad had this book full of stage notes, right?

Diagrams, scripts, everything.

The Tuesday before the accident, it went missing.

What, and you think Anton stole it?

Well, I saw him backstage.

Maggie.

How are tricks?

What are you doing, Anton?

I was, um... I was looking for your dad.

He's rehearsing.

All right, well, never mind.

I'll catch him later.

Thought you two weren't speaking?

Who told you that?

Oh, speak of the devil.

Callum.

Yes, Mr.

Pross?

What have I told you about leaving the stage door unlocked?

Any vermin might crawl out of the sewer into our crucible of magic.

Sorry, Mr.

Pross.

There's no need to be like that, Larry.

I thought we might start over.

Maybe I could do a guest spot here one night.

You wouldn't have to pay.

I'd do it for the exposure.

If you wish to expose yourself, please do it elsewhere.

[Lu] Did you tell the police?

Only after the accident.

And, of course, Anton denied taking it.

I hope you don't mind me asking this, but does your dad normally drink during the day?

No.

I mean... My mom left when I was 15.

Dad took it pretty hard, hit the bottle.

He sorted himself out.

It's only been since the accident.

He's not coping.

He's scared.

How's someone like him going to cope in jail?

It won't come to that.

Oh!

[coughs] Did you get my message about the stage notes?

Yeah, yeah.

Ran it by Marlowe.

Problem is, Pross didn't report the theft at the time.

She reckons he's making it up.

Yeah, well, it is a bit convenient, isn't it?

All your notes vanishing just as they launch a Health and Safety investigation.

What else did she say?

Ah, she told me we were wasting our time.

She's got a point, hasn't she?

I mean, how long are we planning on just standing here doing nothing?

Look, we've got... 46 hours, and we'll be handing out Chester's notes.

Dukes is the only person we've got with a motive.

Right.

So, what are we going to find out loitering outside his house all day?

What have I told you, eh?

Surveillance is 90% of the job.

You know, we get inside people's heads, find out what lies beneath the surface.

[woman] Idiot!

I was only going to show you my rabbit.

[woman] Really?

[laughs] -Where are you going?

-We haven't got time for this.

I have met men like Dukes before.

Trust me, there is nothing going on beneath the surface.

Lu!

Lu!

Lu.

[Anton] Jealous?

That's a laugh.

Pross is a dinosaur.

He's been doing the same trick since the '80s.

Why-- oh!

Ah!

[clears throat] Um... so why copy them, then?

Those old illusions are like jazz standards.

You take the classic trick and you put a new twist on it.

Anyway, I've moved on since then.

So why were you there that night then?

Well, I like to keep an eye on my competitors.

Even the rubbish ones.

Why would I sabotage his act when he does such a good job of that himself?

Well, so you could inherit his residency at the theatre.

[laughs] Yeah, well, the Terranova's hardly worth killing for, is it?

[Lu] Revenge, then.

For having you blacklisted from the Magic Circle.

Maybe.

Maybe you never meant to hurt anybody.

You just-- just wanted to embarrass Pross and then it just-- it all went wrong.

Obviously, badly.

Yeah, well, I was with my date the whole time.

Yeah, we heard.

You haven't got her contact details, have you?

Just in case she remembered anything useful.

Nah, sorry.

Can't help you there.

Only met her the night before.

Name, maybe?

[sighs] Lilly?

Milly?

Nah, it's gone.

Police should have her details.

And you're confident that she'll back your version of events, -are you?

-Well, who knows?

Did my famous vanishing act during the night, so she might be a bit miffed.

I don't like to be there when they wake up.

Ruins the magic.

[scoffs] [door closes] The man is a cockroach.

Yeah, but he's right, though, isn't he?

The Terranova's not worth killing an innocent woman for.

Not even if it meant getting revenge on Pross.

And plus, he's got an alibi.

Well, so what are we supposed to do?

Just give up?

Let Chester win?

[sighs] No, right, listen.

We go back to the beginning.

The victim.

Maggie said she chose the volunteer at random.

What if someone saw where she put the card and moved it to Mrs.

Shiplake's seat?

Ah.

Who?

Marlowe mentioned an argument that night between the victim and an on-duty usher.

Maybe we should have a word.

[camera shutters click] Iris, uh, do you want a hand?

I'm fine.

[Frank] Iris?

[gasps] You scared the life out of me.

-[Frank] Sorry.

-It's okay.

I'm just a little bit jumpy since... you know.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are.

Is it all right if we just ask a couple of questions?

So, is it true that you had an argument with Jill Shiplake the night she died?

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-- It was my fault.

I killed her.

You killed Mrs.

Shiplake?

She was sat behind this woman with stupidly big hair, and she wanted to move seats, but I wouldn't let her.

Why not?

Because I saw Maggie put the card under her seat, and I was worried that I'd mess up the trick.

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

I should have just let her move.

She was already in a bad mood, bickering with her husband.

Why were they arguing?

Well, he turned up late, and then she was asking him where he'd been.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

You've been really helpful.

You didn't see anything else suspicious that night?

Well, at the interval, we clear the auditorium.

And as I was doing my checks, I saw Mr.

Shiplake coming from backstage.

Sorry, you're not allowed.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I was looking for the toilet.

Just got a bit lost.

-Did you tell the police that?

-Well, they were asking me loads of questions about the row with his wife, and I guess it just slipped my mind.

But like he said, he was probably just lost.

Does this place have CCTV?

There's a camera out the back by the stage door.

But the police already checked the footage from that night.

What about the Tuesday before?

I mean, Maggie assumed that Anton stole the stage notes.

What if it was someone else?

The footage is probably still on the hard drive.

But... nah, I can't.

Really?

Not even if it would-- it would stop Pross going to jail?

My manager would freak out, and I need this job.

Sorry.

Well, listen, if you think of anything, it would be a big help.

Thank you.

So, Jill Shiplake comes from a very wealthy family.

Most of their assets are in her name.

Steffan Shiplake, however, owns Undreamed Shores, an independent travel agent.

Made a loss for the last two years.

So are we talking about, like, an episode of "My Big Fat Life Assurance Policy"?

Well, the culprit's usually someone close to the victim.

And Steffan stood to gain financially.

And he asked Marlowe to warn us off.

How do we prove it?

Well, we'll ruffle his feathers a bit, see what happens.

Sebastian!

Can't a man enjoy his quinoa in peace?

Fancy going on holiday?

You've come here to ask me if I killed my wife?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm just asking why you were snooping around backstage?

I wasn't snooping anywhere!

Was it your idea to go to the magic show?

For your information, we won those tickets in a competition organized by the theatre for couples.

But you don't believe me.

Just ask them.

Now, I would like you... to leave.

Okay.

-[Steffan] Good morning.

-[Sebastian] Isn't it?

A sports injury?

I managed to do my knee skiing last month.

Oh, no, this is a car accident years ago.

Serves me right.

-Trying to be Lewis Hamilton.

-Hmm.

So are we, uh, planning a trip?

Honeymoon.

Somewhere adventurous yet luxurious.

And Olivia's adamant we only stay in hotels with a low carbon footprint.

Budget?

Not an issue.

Please take a seat.

[coughs] Sorry.

Can't shake off this bug I picked up in Whistler.

Water?

If it's not too much trouble.

[tap running] Decent of you.

Now... let's see what we can find.

[tinny audio] Listen to this.

[Steffan, over recording] I want to see you, too.

It's not a good time.

Because I've got some private detectives sniffing around and it won't look good, will it?

All right, calm down.

I'll come around after work.

Five o'clock.

But we'll have to be discreet.

[hits computer key] Looks like he's traded his wife in for a newer model.

Hmm, he didn't exactly seem heartbroken when I saw him.

[scoffs] [car alarm chirps] Now, remember what I told you about tailing people.

Slow, smooth, steady.

[both scream] I thought you might try something like this, just to win a silly bet.

Hey.

That-- that's wilful destruction of property.

We both know you lack reasonable grounds to listen to my client's private conversations.

What were you hoping to find?

-Evidence.

And we did.

-Of what?

He has been conducting an extramarital affair.

And you can prove that this relationship started prior to Mrs.

Shiplake's death, can you?

Your client was in the perfect position to place the joker under his wife's seat.

Divorce costs a lot of money.

Now he gets the assets, the life assurance, the compensation payout.

It's a strong motive, Chester.

Yeah, and we have a witness who saw him sneaking backstage during the interval.

Wild speculation.

If you continue bothering Mr.

Shiplake, I'll have you charged with harassment.

And don't bother with another bug.

My client won't be so careless in the future about what he says on the phone.

He's worried.

Good.

We still need to get some proof, though.

So the box office manager says that the Shiplakes' tickets were issued under a complimentary code.

So he was telling the truth.

Except no one can remember issuing them, and they've never heard of this couples competition.

Maybe Shiplake had an accomplice.

Who else could've processed the tickets?

Well, resident performers are allowed comps, so maybe Maggie or Lawrence.

Oh, and Callum told the police that nobody went backstage during the interval.

So either he didn't see Shiplake... Or Callum is lying.

[indistinct chattering] Callum?

No, he wouldn't.

You believe he was conspiring with Anton Dukes?

No.

Steffan Shiplake.

-[Lawrence] But... -The evidence suggests-- Oh, evidence my foot.

Dukes did it.

He is an immoral, plagiarizing, ungrateful wretch.

[cell phone rings] My solicitor.

Lawrence Pross speaking.

Trust me.

Callum wouldn't hurt a fly.

Can you be sure?

That's it!

Maggie, I'll go.

You are about to witness a superhuman feat.

Not there!

How many times do I have to tell you?

It's there.

There you are, you slug!

-Is it true?

-Is what true?

My solicitor told me you spoke to the Health and Safety executive.

Offered to be their expert witness.

Mr.

Pross, shall we go outside--?

How could you?

Without me, you wouldn't even have an act!

Right, Callum, can you get him out of here, please?

[Lawrence] So you are helping him.

It's my job, Mr.

Pross.

To stab me in the back?

Admit it, Pross.

You're finished.

Right.

While you're banged up, I might even offer Maggie some work.

[sighs] I'd have to give her a test drive first, though.

-I'll kill you!

-No, not in the face!

-[both grunt] -[Frank] Hey, stop it.

-[yelling] -Hey!

Stop it!

Stop.

Stop it.

Oh!

Oh!

[grunts] Aah!

[panting] Mr.

Pross?

Why the devil did you come between us?

I was going to tell them that it was a freak accident.

Unforeseeable.

You know, for old time's sake.

But you deserve to be banged up.

Are you all right?

[Marlowe] You're very lucky, Mr.

Pross.

Am I?

Well, there's no permanent damage, and Mr.

Dukes doesn't want to press charges.

Too right.

He's the criminal around here.

Careful there.

I have witnesses who say you threatened to kill him.

[knock on door] [door opens] Oh, hello.

Not interrupting, are we?

No, we're done.

And so are you.

I don't want you anywhere near Steffan Shiplake, Anton Dukes or the Terranova Theatre.

-But I-- -Or I will arrest you for perverting the course of justice.

Clear?

Thank you.

I've messed everything up, haven't I?

That's not true, Dad.

-Yes, it is.

-[Lu] Oh.

Look on the bright side: if you do end up going to prison, at least you're a trained escapologist, aren't you?

So, what now?

Ah, I've got no idea.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

I have this effect on most women, you know.

Actually, they're for my parents.

I was just on the way to the graveyard.

CCTV footage you wanted.

Oh, what made you change your mind?

If somebody does something wrong, they deserve to be punished.

[Sebastian] How long do I have to endure this?

It's like watching an am-dram production of Waiting For Godot.

We have to watch the whole thing.

Pross said he had his stage notes first thing, but they were gone by the evening show.

-What was that?

-What was what?

Go back.

There.

That could be anyone.

Not just anyone.

Play it again.

Look how he's walking.

We found Mr.

Pross' stage notes in a bin bag around the back.

So with the CCTV footage and the usher's witness statement, I'm confident that Shiplake will crack.

Oh, sorry, what was that?

"You were right, Frank.

Sorry for ever doubting you."

Ugh.

-She loves me, really.

-Yeah.

No, I can see that.

-Yeah.

It's in her eyes.

-Yeah.

[laughs] I can't tell you how grateful I am.

That makes two of us.

As soon as my arm is better, I'll talk to the Terranova about having us back.

I can't wait.

[Frank] You might want to retire the old iron maiden trick, though.

[cell phone rings] Oh.

[sighs] Marlowe.

Hello?

Well, have you charged him?

Well, that can't be right.

[sighs] What's wrong?

That is him.

He's lying.

How many more times?

Steffan Shiplake has an alibi for when this was taken.

Well, then he paid someone to cover for him.

What the whole of the Stratford Small Business Association?

Yeah, maybe not.

Whoever this is, it's not him.

Show me the shot of him leaving again.

[strikes computer key] Show me again.

Why?

There's no clear shot of his face.

Just show me.

There.

What am I looking for?

That's Anton's poster.

The date says this was taken the week before the accident.

Yeah.

And if that's true, then there's no way that that poster would've been there.

That's... This has been faked.

[sighs] -Get out.

-We've come to apologize.

-I'm not interested.

-Mr.

Shiplake, honestly-- My wife's dead, and you had me dragged off to a police station.

Don't you want to find out who's trying to frame you?

Someone went out of their way to make us think it was you on that CCTV.

[Lu] And the same person probably planted the stage notes on your property.

[Frank] We've been trying to find out why someone would want to see you locked up.

And?

You told our colleague that you injured your leg in a car accident.

That's right.

Was anyone else injured?

I don't see what this has got-- Please, Mr.

Shiplake.

Okay... Yes.

A couple.

According to an article that we've got, you were charged with causing death by dangerous driving.

[sighs] It was raining.

They just came out of nowhere.

I... I didn't do anything wrong.

The case was dropped.

Insufficient evidence.

This was years ago.

Why are you dragging this up now?

The thing is, we think that maybe... maybe your wife wasn't the intended victim that night.

Maybe it was you.

I don't understand.

Did you two swap seats before the second half?

[two-tone chime over P.A.]

[woman, over P.A.]

Please take your seats.

The Amazing Antonio is about to commence.

Did you find anything?

On the CCTV.

As a matter of fact, we did, yeah.

Well?

You must've watched that iron maiden trick a hundred times.

Probably, yeah.

Still, you didn't want to leave anything to chance.

Is that why you took the stage notes?

Sorry, I don't-- You sent Mr.

and Mrs.

Shiplake tickets in the post, telling them they'd won some competition.

[Lu] And then that night, you waited until Maggie had hidden the joker under the seat, and you moved it, didn't you?

And then after Callum had done his safety checks, you removed the magnet from underneath the iron maiden.

But you had to find a way to put it back without being noticed.

So after Mrs.

Shiplake died, you ran onstage and you waited for an opportunity, didn't you?

And then you put the magnet back.

Why would I want to kill Mrs.

Shiplake?

I already told you, it was just a stupid row because she wanted to move seats.

Yes, and you couldn't allow that, could you?

Not when you'd already hidden the joker under Mr.

Shiplake's seat.

[indistinct chatter] [Jill] I can't see anything.

Her hair's too big.

-So?

-Can we swap seats?

Then I won't be able to see anything.

Well, I haven't been able to see.

-I can't see-- -Okay, okay.

It's our date night.

[Steffan] It feels like it.

Can we enjoy the rest of the evening now, please?

[Jill] Yes.

[Frank] You blamed Steffan Shiplake for the accident that killed your parents.

You wanted you revenge ever since.

But then your little plan went horribly wrong, didn't it, when they swapped places?

-No.

-[Lu] And then we showed up asking about the CCTV, and you saw an opportunity, didn't you, to frame him for the murder that you committed, putting Mr.

Shiplake in jail where you felt he belonged.

It was you on the CCTV, wasn't it?

You faked it.

You lied about seeing him backstage, and you planted the notes at the travel agency.

-[police sirens blaring] -Come on.

It was you, wasn't it?

That way.

You are about to witness a superhuman feat of endurance and escapology.

Raise the box.

Higher!

-Leave me alone!

-[audience gasps] [Frank] Stop!

Don't stop, you idiot.

-I've got this one!

-[Iris] It isn't what you think!

Stop!

I promise.

Stay back!

Whoa!

All right.

What's going on?

[Lu] You don't-- You need to calm down.

You're ruining my act!

The police are just outside, Iris.

You might as well just give it up.

What about Steffan Shiplake?

He gets to limp away again, scot-free?

He killed my parents!

And you killed an innocent woman.

-It was an accident!

-No.

It was murder.

You could've helped her, but you watched her be led to her death.

I'm really sorry about this, ladies and gentlemen.

-Stay back!

-[Marlowe] Police!

Everybody stay in your seats.

[both grunt] Someone let me down, please.

I thought I told you to stay away from the theatre.

The thing is, I know how difficult it is for you to allocate appropriate resources-- -Shut up, Frank.

-Shutting up.

Did she say anything?

Yeah.

I think she'll make a full confession.

I'll talk to the CPS in the morning.

Second time lucky, eh?

What's so urgent?

Do you want to tell him, or shall I?

Um... how shall I put this?

Hey!

There we go.

Thanks.

So, what now?

Like I said, I persuade the Terranova to take us back.

And maybe train up a new assistant?

Excuse me?

Well, I might be wrong, but I get the impression that Maggie's ready for a new adventure.

Is this true?

Well... you know I've always loved helping you with your tricks.

I remember looking after your rabbits when I was tiny.

[laughs] But I... I'd kind of like to see the world outside of Stratford.

-I'm sorry-- -No.

Don't be.

It's my fault.

I've been too caught up in my magic to notice.

Thank you, both.

-Oh!

-[all laugh] A token of my appreciation.

[laughs] Is it true you bet that other detective you could clear my dad's name?

-Oh, yes.

-So, what did you win?

[all laugh]