Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012) s03e01 Episode Script
Death Defying Acts
For our next death-defying spectacular, the Cavalcade of Mysteries! As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, blades - deadly sharp.
No magic for you tonight, then, Miss? Well, I wouldn't say that, Mr Butler.
Jack.
Of course, Miss Fisher.
No doubt an unexpected guest is far more enticing than an expected one.
Allow me to introduce to you the new patron of MacKenzie's Cavalcade of Mysteries - the Baron of Richmond.
Any final words, Miss Pearl? Quick and clean, please, Mr MacKenzie.
Oh, Miss, I hope I didn't spoil your evening.
Don't worry, Dot, my plans were already sabotaged by an unexpected house guest.
But the less said about him, the better.
Miss Fisher, what happened to your prior engagement? I dealt with that.
Pearl Dyson - magician's assistant, cut off in her prime.
You know, I saw the original Cavalcade of Mysteries as a child.
I can't imagine you small and harmless.
Well, I was definitely small.
And, luckily for you, I paid attention.
I can lend you my notes, if you'd like, Hugh.
I-I think I can manage.
Thanks, Dottie.
Now, this guillotine is a rather rudimentary model, but the principle remains the same.
So, I assume the trick is to keep the lethal section of the blade out of the way.
Exactly.
With this.
By pulling out .
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this small nail.
Now, perhaps you could pass me some vegetation and I'll demonstrate.
Unless, of course, you'd like to volunteer.
Now .
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without that small nail .
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the blade should be rendered absolutely harmless.
How? What's this? Another nail - with the head filed off.
This was no accident.
Something must have gone wrong.
Think harder! I did everything as always.
I told you to It's happening again, isn't it? I knew it was happening again, I knew it! Inspector.
Mr MacKenzie, meet Miss Fisher - private detective.
And Mr MacKenzie's right-hand woman, Miss Eva Callahan.
Callahan.
It was once Callahan's Cavalcade of Mysteries, wasn't it? Yes, this was originally my father's show.
Oh, what a dreadful accident.
None of us can fathom it.
My poor Pearl.
The deceased was Mr MacKenzie's fiancee.
My condolences, Mr MacKenzie.
We don't really understand what happened, do we? I mean, every detail was correct.
I'm afraid your guillotine was deliberately sabotaged.
So poor Pearl was murdered? Lord, no! Oh, she was so kind and generous.
This theatre is now a crime scene.
You'll all be questioned in turn, so please remain in the building.
So, who else had access to the guillotine before it was wheeled on-stage? Anyone who used the prop store.
Sid Forest is in charge, then there's myself, MacKenzie, Sarah Norden has her contortionist props in the store.
She joined the act around the same time as Pearl - they were very close.
Thank you, Miss Callahan.
It's most helpful.
Keep your eye on the contortionist, Dot, while I follow up with Mr Forest.
I know how dreadful this must sound, Inspector, and Lord knows it's the last thing I feel like doing, but I do hope the show can go on this Saturday.
Our new investor would be counting on it.
We'll do our best, Mr MacKenzie, but I can't guarantee we'll have the case solved by then.
Well, we're in financial straits - we have theatre rent and wages.
I thought you said you had a new investor.
I'll need to speak with him as well.
Yes.
Well, if you find him, can you send him my way? We haven't seen The Baron since we left the ship.
~ The Baron? ~ The Baron of Rich.
But I'm afraid that's all I know him as.
Um, Sid Forest? Yes.
Yes.
He'd be in the prop store.
Ah, this way.
Did you notice anything unusual, Mr Forest, when you wheeled the guillotine on-stage? No.
It all looked good to me.
What was I supposed to notice? So, Pearl had done it before without incident? About 100 times.
Did you notice anyone lurking near the machine earlier in the day? No.
I was busy working on the mermaid tank for Saturday.
Pearl kept badgering me to check it over again.
MacKenzie hasn't performed The Mermaid for ten years - not since what's-her-name left.
Tilly, I think it was.
Before my time.
Are you a magician too, Sid? No, I'm just the general dog's body.
Didn't they tell you that? Well, you must have picked up a few tips in your time with MacKenzie? I'd be an idiot if I hadn't.
As entertaining as this is, Miss Fisher, I have an investigation to get on with.
Ah.
Careful with that.
Are you sure you don't want your turn to star, Sid? Don't worry, my turn will come.
Eva Callahan has taught me every trick her father ever knew.
Sounds like a woman with her eye on the future.
Oh.
You might want this.
Remember, Sid, the best trick is the one you least expect.
Hugh.
I'm trying to be invisible.
Miss Fisher always says, 'You never know when a clue might pop up.
' Well, um .
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I'm sure I'll find them eventually, Dottie.
Why did Miss Fisher send you to the magic show, anyway? Because she had other arrangements.
Dottie, there's enough detective work going on here.
Why don't you go home for a cocoa and I'll come over once we're done, ~ tell you what we find.
~ You can't.
Sorry.
Miss Fisher has a gentleman house guest.
Constable.
Are you working or gossiping? Um, work.
It's I'm working.
I'm working, sir.
Well, have you finished fraternising? Don't be like that.
That really is rather a nice tie.
So, would you like to take another look at the body with me? Is that an invitation? Well, I could wait all day for yours.
Miss Fisher! I've got a mate of yours in the cab.
Reckons he's taking you for supper at the Green Mill.
Run along, Miss Fisher.
I wouldn't want you to neglect your social commitments.
Jack, it's really not as social as you think.
The show over, my dear? I thought a Manhattan or two.
Out of the cab.
Ah.
Don't worry, Baron.
Ride's on us.
Cognac, my dear? I don't want a drink, I want an explanation, Baron of Rich.
So, murdered, you say.
This is dreadful for me.
For you? Saturday night is sold out.
The crowds have been waiting ten years for the return of the Miraculous Mermaid.
It's meant to be utterly thrilling.
MacKenzie was going to recapture the magic with the amazing Ruby.
~ Pearl.
~ Yes, her.
What am I going to do now? Go to the theatre and offer the troupe your steadfast support? Well, I'd dearly love to, my dear, but at a time like this I want to be the bearer of happy tidings.
And that's not possible? Let's just say the ticket money has been invested.
You spent it.
There have been unforseen delays on my financial returns, that's all.
A few days.
Unless, of course, I can arrange a loan.
Why are you here? Causing trouble can't be your only motivation.
I told you, my dear, your mother's doing the season in London with the Langleys.
But I needed to see more of my beautiful daughter.
It's been far too long.
For you, perhaps.
I'll loan you the money.
If you insist, my dear.
What can I do to make you think better of me? You can move into a hotel.
I'll have Cec and Bert load your bags.
What, now? I've only just arrived.
I put enough nerve tonic in this cognac to flatten a cart horse.
You'd better go quickly, then.
Not much mystery to Miss Dyson's cause of death, I'm afraid.
~ Hello, Jack.
Back.
~ Good, you're here.
For a moment there I thought I stood an even chance.
Mac doesn't play favourites, Jack, unlike her predecessor, who never, ever told me anything.
I promised to withstand her inveigling and bribery for as long as humanly possible.
Telephone me when you have more on Miss Dyson.
~ Of course.
~ But, Jack, I've only just arrived.
Did you know Sid Forest is a sword swallower? A man of many talents, I'm sure.
Perhaps you should invite him to supper.
Good day.
~ What've you done to him? ~ Stood him up for another man.
Oh, come on, cough up.
Men.
Can't live without them, you can't hit them with an axe.
Ah, sir, I've found an inconsistency with Miss Eva Callahan's statements.
~ Go on.
~ Well, according to your notes she set up the guillotine at a quarter past seven, but according to Dottie's notes, she was reading fortunes at the ticket box until the show started at 7:30.
~ Dottie's notes? ~ Dottie's notes, yes, sir.
Ah, well, good.
Good.
Let's get her in.
I already have, sir.
She's waiting in the interview room.
Jack! May I finish my conversation with you? If I said 'No', would it make a difference? I think we need to have another word with Eva Callahan.
Sid is an aspiring magician and Eva has been grooming him.
And what do Sid's aspirations have to do with Miss Callahan? Well, what if they're in cahoots? Eva's been teaching him her father's entire repertoire.
If the two of them want to take over the show, then what better way than by sabotaging the Miraculous Mermaid and discrediting MacKenzie all in one fell drop of the blade? A drastic theory, but worth testing, especially as we already have Miss Callahan here.
So you do.
I'm so sorry I misled you.
I didn't set up the guillotine last night.
Why did you lie? Miss Callahan, may I remind you this is a murder investigation.
I began a discreet arrangement with Sid.
He sets up the guillotine while I tout for a little bit of extra fortune telling money.
MacKenzie doesn't approve of clairvoyance, see, but I've been doing everything I can to try to keep us all together.
By working up a new routine with your props boy.
Well, that was just part of the deal.
Sid wanted to learn, and I needed someone to do my checks.
How did Sid get along with Pearl? I think maybe you'd better ask him about that.
No, I didn't like Pearl conning MacKenzie into the Mermaid act, so what? You failed to tell us that before.
You never asked me.
Now, I've got nothing against her type, but I'm damn good at what I do - I've got talent.
And she trumped me by batting her eyelashes and agreeing to marry the poor duffer.
She didn't play fair.
~ So, you retaliated.
~ What do you expect? I didn't talk to her, I didn't share my lunch with her, but I didn't lop her head off either.
You had ample opportunity to add that second nail when you set up the guillotine for Eva.
Yeah.
That's not the same as doing it.
Ah, Inspector? Someone's been very busy over here doing some metal filing.
And .
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look what I found in the forest green.
A nail head.
Hang on, that that paint's been there for days.
~ You can't pin that on me.
~ Not yet, Mr Forest.
But if we do tests on those filings, and they match the nail used to sabotage the guillotine, that might be a different story.
So, now that Sid's officially been struck off my supper guest list, perhaps we could try again.
Tonight? No unexpected guests? Actually, that's what I want to discuss.
Good.
Good.
So would I.
~ Phryne, at last! ~ Aunt Prudence.
Someone has tried to charge the Royal Suite at the Windsor to my personal account.
Can you imagine who might have had the gall? ~ Unfortunately, yes.
~ Prudence! ~ Henry.
~ How marvellous.
You look younger with each passing year.
What are you doing here? Father took the opportunity to visit while Mother's doing the season in London.
And I'm afraid there was some terrible misunderstanding ~ when I went back to the Windsor.
~ So, it was you! I was chatting to the concierge about you, Prudence.
He spoke very highly.
He must have confused our accounts.
You don't have an account at the Windsor.
As I discovered when the manager accused me of fraud.
And, as all my available funds are tied up with MacKenzie's Cavalcade, I have nowhere to lay my head tonight.
I'm entertaining.
You'll barely know I'm here.
Unless you'd like some male company, Prudence? I'm redecorating.
Looks like I'm yours, my dear.
(Sarah?) Sarah, where are you? Oh, there you are.
Any anomalies in my absence, Dot? Sid and Sarah are definitely up to something.
Salutations! He's following me! Why the glum faces? Oh, of course.
My condolences, MacKenzie.
I heard your tragic news.
~ And where the blazes have you been? ~ Looking after your interests.
This should cover the theatre's rent, plus outstanding wages and a little something extra for any inconvenience caused.
Oh, some good news at last.
This will certainly help the cash box.
Thank you, Baron.
I'm sorry I doubted you.
No harm done.
Just a small delay.
Ah, now This is Miss Phryne Oh, Miss Fisher and I are already very well acquainted, aren't we, my dear? Now, with this awful incident behind us we can think about the Miraculous Mermaid.
No, Henry, we can't.
It's an extraordinarily dangerous feat.
Pearl had been rehearsing for weeks.
But the tickets are sold.
What about the other young lady? Sally, or something? ~ She could it, couldn't she? ~ Do you mean Sarah? I'm a contortionist.
I can't even swim.
No-one's asking you to cross the channel.
It's gone! The rest of the cash.
What did you do with it, MacKenzie? Nothing.
It should still be there! Um, Miss Norden? Sarah.
Those were Pearl's pearls, weren't they? ~ Well, they're mine now.
~ And whose is this money? Guard the stage door, Dot! Evening, sir.
Um, if you wouldn't mind waiting in the parlour, Miss Fisher's been slightly detained.
I know you're in here, Sarah.
I do apologise, Inspector, I'm sure Miss Fisher will be here shortly.
~ What are you doing here? ~ We were waiting for The Baron.
He's given us the slip.
Forget The Baron, I've got a paying job for you.
Jack, at last.
I am so sorry I kept you.
I'm sorry too, Miss Fisher.
Oh.
Why don't you sit down and .
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have another drink? No, no, no.
I need to make something perfectly clear.
Go ahead.
Well, you know I'm a liberal-minded man.
Maybe not as liberal-minded as you'd like me to be, or as much as I would like me to be for you, but I don't want you to think I'm like all those other liberal-minded men.
~ What other men? ~ Well, the parade.
The constant parade of French artists, of fugitive anarchists, of, of, of Russian clairvoyants.
The tango dancers, and and men who .
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men who wear damned cravats! Well, I'm not one of them and I never will be.
Even if you want me to be.
That's all I have to say.
Jack, wait.
I forgot my nerve tonic.
Ah Is that you? A-achoo! Good morning, Inspector.
I've pressed your suit.
Thank you, Mr Butler.
No trouble at all, sir.
Hungry? I can recommend the omelette.
~ Ah ~ Morning, Jack.
How's the head? ~ Miss Fisher.
~ I offered him breakfast.
Father, I asked you to wait upstairs! Father.
Henry George Fisher - Baron of Richmond.
We haven't been formally introduced, though I did help to carry you up the stairs.
This is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
~ Inspector.
~ Yes, Father, an officer of the law.
My father is the main financier of the Cavalcade of Mysteries.
You might recall Mr MacKenzie mentioning him.
Yes, I I do recall.
I think I'll try another omelette.
Jack! I was going to explain last night, but .
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you were in no fit state.
~ You assaulted me.
~ My father assaulted you.
Well, his nerve tonic assaulted you first, but none of it was planned.
Who put me in pyjamas? Mr Butler, of course.
After I undressed you.
Comin' through! Urgent delivery.
Good morning.
Ah Why did you take this money? Because it was owed to me and I needed it to send to Pearl's aunty so she could buy her a proper headstone.
Shouldn't Mr MacKenzie do that, as Pearl's fiance? You and Pearl were close, weren't you? We were friends.
Sid said he had nothing against her type.
Now, what would he mean by that? ~ You took her beads.
~ Yes, I did.
They were covered in her blood.
I'm sentimental.
You were intimate friends, weren't you? In a Sapphic sense.
But Pearl had ambition.
She was perfect for that act.
She was a champion swimmer.
She'd dreamed about doing the Miraculous Mermaid ever since she heard about the act.
And she was prepared to do anything to get the part, wasn't she? Even marry MacKenzie.
It doesn't mean that she loved him.
No.
But she gave you up for him, didn't she? She was mine.
Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentlemen, for the most dangerous and spectacular act you have ever seen.
No, MacKenzie, it's not spectacular, it's not dangerous.
We'll come back to this later, Mavis.
What happened to your last mermaid? Mermaids don't just vanish.
You must at least remember her name.
It was Tilly, wasn't it? No, her name was Millie.
Millie the Miraculous Mermaid.
It doesn't matter what her name was! We're not doing it.
It's cursed, I'm telling you.
This act is cursed.
Come with me, Dot.
What exactly are you looking for, Miss? The original mermaid picture - I saw it the other day.
But this is far more informative! Oh! ~ Sid! ~ Hey, what happened to you? Nothing.
I told them the money was for Pearl's family, and they couldn't prove anything.
The cops just dropped me back.
~ You nearly got us both caught.
~ No, I didn't.
And stop complaining.
You're lucky I didn't drag you into it.
The trouble with a dubious bunch like MacKenzie's Cavalcade is sorting out the petty criminals from the killers.
Those two? Well, they're definitely the former.
They obviously colluded to steal that money, and it's why Sid tried to stop me with his sword-throwing trick.
I'll reserve judgement on the latter.
Miss, look.
Mr MacKenzie .
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on his wedding day.
With a bride who looks like Eva.
Millie was .
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Eva's twin sister .
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and my darling wife.
And why didn't you tell us? Either of you? We couldn't see what Millie had to do with Pearl.
Well, she was obviously a big part of the show.
~ Why did she leave? ~ S-She made other Eva! She didn't leave.
She died.
That's not true.
Eva, please, you don't need to cover up for me anymore.
I've had enough.
Millie drowned ten years ago.
~ It was all my fault.
~ It was an accident.
Oh, my stars.
I've invested in a bunch of crooks! Be quiet, Baron! We were on tour in Kalgoorlie .
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and I-I left her there.
I just left her there.
You had no choice.
The show had to go on.
The razzle-dazzle went on, didn't it? But I failed her just as I failed poor Pearl.
Inspector, just in time.
Mr MacKenzie has something he'd like to tell you.
I'd like to confess .
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to the manslaughter of my wife .
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Millie MacKenzie .
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ten years ago.
Miss Williams, you're still here.
I was just looking for Miss Fisher.
Oh, yes.
She holds your skills in very high regard.
~ Please.
~ Oh.
Oh, you have a very strong mind.
And an eye for detail.
That's what Miss Fisher relies on.
And don't worry, your fiance's dilemma will soon be resolved.
What dilemma? The choice between a working woman and a wife.
Forgive me.
'Millie'? Trick hinges.
Miss.
Eva Callahan just dropped this.
Oh! A letter from a dead woman? Excellent sleuthing, Dot.
Millie MacKenzie.
Of course I can assist, if it means saving Mervin - Mr MacKenzie - from the gallows.
But what about your second husband? Benedict died six months ago in Paris.
~ That's why I came home.
~ I'm sorry.
I knew it was risky, but I missed everyone so much.
Especially my sister.
We were so close, as twins are.
Could we bother you for a glass of water? Of course.
Quick, Miss! Excuse me for saying so, but staging your own death seems a rather complicated way out of a marriage.
Why didn't you just ask for a divorce? At the time, it seemed the only way.
Even if I told Mervin the truth - I'd fallen in love with another man - he would never have let me go.
You were afraid of him.
I was terrified.
And so, Eva helped you pull off your audacious stunt.
Please don't blame her.
I begged her.
Have you released MacKenzie? We had no choice.
Millie pretended to get into trouble, but MacKenzie believed she'd drowned.
He was distraught, so I promised him that I'd take care of everything.
So, as far as MacKenzie knows, Millie is buried somewhere outside Kalgoorlie.
I'm surprised that you didn't take over.
Well, Millie and I are identical, but, unfortunately, we don't share identical talents.
I get breathless when I'm nervous.
~ Is it true? Is Millie still alive? ~ Sorry, sir How could you trick me like this?! ~ Millie was my wife! ~ No! MacKenzie! You tell me where she is! I need to see her! She broke my heart! Like Pearl! Let go of me! I need to find her! Well, if you ask me, it has all to do with bringing back the Miraculous Mermaid because each of our suspects had a reason to stop it going ahead.
MacKenzie obviously found out that Pearl was taking him for a ride, and the thing that she wanted most was not him, but to play his new mermaid.
The last thing Sid wanted was MacKenzie's star to rise again.
And Sarah was furious with Pearl, for casting her aside, again, for the sake of performing the Mermaid act.
Eva could have murdered the new mermaid to protect her sister's legacy.
~ What about Millie? ~ No obvious motive, but I am curious to know what she was using this for.
Fell out of her handbag? Paregoric - a cough mixture, pain relief, diarrhoea.
It's camphorated tincture of opium.
~ Opium? ~ I'll take that.
You may need her new address too.
I'll pass on your regards.
If the killer didn't want the Miraculous Mermaid performed, then performing it Would be dangerous.
But might flush out the killer.
So might a methodical investigation.
I'll leave the methodical part to Jack, while I conduct a small experiment in Aunt Prudence's swimming pool.
I can't believe MacKenzie's still stuck on this woman after she ran away with another bloke.
He even wrote her a soppy love letter.
~ Are you going to deliver it? ~ Of course not, Dottie.
This is a police station.
It's not a post office.
We could go together.
I think Millie's definitely hiding something.
Mm.
Bigamy, for a start.
And I don't do this job for fun, Dottie, I have to follow procedure.
City South Police Station.
Constable Collins speaking.
I Sorry, Dottie, I can't chat now.
(Sorry).
Yes.
Yes, that's correct.
What do you say? You're not qualified.
I did study Houdini's water torture cell under The Great Levante.
I haven't done it for ten years.
But it's what the audience have paid for.
No.
No, it's too late without any rehearsal.
I've been rehearsing all afternoon.
You know you didn't drown anyone.
You didn't fail, you didn't kill the Miraculous Mermaid ten years ago.
What are you so afraid of? Oh, Prudence! Can't stop! I'm on my way to MacKenzie's magic show.
I want to know what my niece is up to! She'll be at the theatre too.
I've just had a call - we found a new mermaid.
Mermaid?! I haven't met her yet, but she'll be padlocked into an underwater tank and have to escape from her chains or drown.
Thrilling stuff! Henry! What kind of an idiot are you? Steady on, Prudence.
Phryne has been submerged in my swimming pool all afternoon.
Oh.
You think Oh.
It's another of your ridiculous schemes gone wrong.
If any harm comes to that dear girl, it'll be on your head.
Taxi! You were right about Sid Forest, sir.
Previous charges of petty theft, a minor assault on a train driver and jailed five years ago for counterfeiting.
Impressive list of achievements for a sword swallower.
Nothing on Miss Norden, though.
Just like MacKenzie - he's Hang on, why doesn't ~ Oh, no.
~ Something wrong, Collins? Millie Naylor's letter's missing from the MacKenzie file, sir, and I think Miss Williams has taken it.
Just what we need - two of them.
It's Joe and Jerry! Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm here tonight to talk to you I'm sorry, what are you doing here? Oh, I've come to see the magic show.
Miss Fisher .
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please, can you please double-check that you'll be able to reach this once your hands are padlocked? It it slips in here.
Excuse me.
~ You're too nervous.
~ Oh, Lord.
Here.
Miss Fisher.
~ OK.
~ Oh.
Bravo.
I can see what that guy up in the back row's thinking too - 'Stop that, you naughty boy'.
Yes! This is more like it.
JC Williamson's got nothing on you, mate.
Just remember not to panic.
Shame to lose a beautiful lady like you, Miss.
Are you sure this is wise? Miss Fisher! Bravo! Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, at last, what you've all been waiting for! I give you my Miraculous Mermaid! ~ Anyone here? ~ Hugh! Oh! Phew! Dottie, what are you doing here? Look at this.
Millie Mailer lied about living here.
~ Inspector.
~ Miss Williams.
Paregoric.
My cousin uses that for his asthma, sir.
In this most daring of feats, my Miraculous Mermaid must channel the lungs of a creature from the deep - the wondrous powers of the great Houdini - lest she find herself in a watery grave.
Are you alright? It was you! How long does she have, ladies and gentlemen? One minute.
Can she do it? Two minutes! Three minutes.
Four minutes.
Get her out of there.
Get her out of there! Phryne's in there! Stop her! You're under arrest.
Good teamwork, Hugh.
How on earth did you manage that? It helped that our murderer showed a distinct lack of imagination in her modus operandi.
Thank you.
It was galling, wasn't it, Eva? First your father, and then MacKenzie, forcing you to hide behind the scenes while your sister received all the accolades.
And the more successful she became, the more eclipsed you felt, until you could bear it no longer.
So, you murdered Millie by trapping her in the water tank.
And you convinced MacKenzie it was just some accident.
~ How could I not have seen it all? ~ Because you're a lovesick fool.
And it all played out just as you'd hoped.
You'd finally stepped out from your sister's shadow.
Till I lost my nerve and the show was ruined.
Until the Baron came along and convinced MacKenzie to revive the Miraculous Mermaid.
Then Pearl began to ask too many questions about the water tank.
She must have found the secret hole you'd drilled to sabotage the lid.
That's why Pearl kept badgering me about the tank.
You were so worried it would all come out.
You had to stop her, and so you fixed a second nail in the guillotine, just like you fixed the lid of the water tank, and you let poor MacKenzie believe that he had made yet another fatal mistake.
What possessed you?! Millie possessed me, that's who.
The audience adored Millie but never knew I even existed.
I was just part of the trickery.
'Oh, look, Millie's over here! Now she's over there!' But where was I? This was my father's show and it should have been mine too.
I deserved my share, I deserved to be a part of it.
This way, Miss Callahan.
Ah, your father has just arrived, Miss Fisher.
Not again.
Um, Mrs Stanley was quite insistent that you read this letter before you speak with him again.
There you are, my dear.
I told you it was a wonderful show.
Of course, it'll be difficult to replace you, but you've at least made my money back.
My money.
What I'd like to know is how you managed to squander yours.
Is that why you sold the estate in Somerset? Mother wrote to Prudence.
She thinks you're in London looking to buy a townhouse.
Your mother wanted something less draughty.
The point is you're not in London, and you've been lying to me ever since you got here.
I only invested in MacKenzie's Cavalcade because of you.
Because you always loved magic.
Do you know why I studied magic so avidly? To make you disappear out of our lives.
Don't.
Miss Fisher.
Inspector Robinson! Just in time to help us celebrate.
Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
And what are we drinking to? To .
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magic.
To mermaids.
To my wonderful daughter.
To leopards changing their spots.
And to miracles.
A woman has been found dead near your perimeter fence.
One of my men failed to report for duty this morning.
You know what it's like when you think life is fleeting and you might die at any moment.
I always feel like that when I'm with you.
~ What about a love triangle? ~ I can't imagine that.
Well, it's not that difficult.
One woman, two men - it has been known to lead to conflict.
No magic for you tonight, then, Miss? Well, I wouldn't say that, Mr Butler.
Jack.
Of course, Miss Fisher.
No doubt an unexpected guest is far more enticing than an expected one.
Allow me to introduce to you the new patron of MacKenzie's Cavalcade of Mysteries - the Baron of Richmond.
Any final words, Miss Pearl? Quick and clean, please, Mr MacKenzie.
Oh, Miss, I hope I didn't spoil your evening.
Don't worry, Dot, my plans were already sabotaged by an unexpected house guest.
But the less said about him, the better.
Miss Fisher, what happened to your prior engagement? I dealt with that.
Pearl Dyson - magician's assistant, cut off in her prime.
You know, I saw the original Cavalcade of Mysteries as a child.
I can't imagine you small and harmless.
Well, I was definitely small.
And, luckily for you, I paid attention.
I can lend you my notes, if you'd like, Hugh.
I-I think I can manage.
Thanks, Dottie.
Now, this guillotine is a rather rudimentary model, but the principle remains the same.
So, I assume the trick is to keep the lethal section of the blade out of the way.
Exactly.
With this.
By pulling out .
.
this small nail.
Now, perhaps you could pass me some vegetation and I'll demonstrate.
Unless, of course, you'd like to volunteer.
Now .
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without that small nail .
.
the blade should be rendered absolutely harmless.
How? What's this? Another nail - with the head filed off.
This was no accident.
Something must have gone wrong.
Think harder! I did everything as always.
I told you to It's happening again, isn't it? I knew it was happening again, I knew it! Inspector.
Mr MacKenzie, meet Miss Fisher - private detective.
And Mr MacKenzie's right-hand woman, Miss Eva Callahan.
Callahan.
It was once Callahan's Cavalcade of Mysteries, wasn't it? Yes, this was originally my father's show.
Oh, what a dreadful accident.
None of us can fathom it.
My poor Pearl.
The deceased was Mr MacKenzie's fiancee.
My condolences, Mr MacKenzie.
We don't really understand what happened, do we? I mean, every detail was correct.
I'm afraid your guillotine was deliberately sabotaged.
So poor Pearl was murdered? Lord, no! Oh, she was so kind and generous.
This theatre is now a crime scene.
You'll all be questioned in turn, so please remain in the building.
So, who else had access to the guillotine before it was wheeled on-stage? Anyone who used the prop store.
Sid Forest is in charge, then there's myself, MacKenzie, Sarah Norden has her contortionist props in the store.
She joined the act around the same time as Pearl - they were very close.
Thank you, Miss Callahan.
It's most helpful.
Keep your eye on the contortionist, Dot, while I follow up with Mr Forest.
I know how dreadful this must sound, Inspector, and Lord knows it's the last thing I feel like doing, but I do hope the show can go on this Saturday.
Our new investor would be counting on it.
We'll do our best, Mr MacKenzie, but I can't guarantee we'll have the case solved by then.
Well, we're in financial straits - we have theatre rent and wages.
I thought you said you had a new investor.
I'll need to speak with him as well.
Yes.
Well, if you find him, can you send him my way? We haven't seen The Baron since we left the ship.
~ The Baron? ~ The Baron of Rich.
But I'm afraid that's all I know him as.
Um, Sid Forest? Yes.
Yes.
He'd be in the prop store.
Ah, this way.
Did you notice anything unusual, Mr Forest, when you wheeled the guillotine on-stage? No.
It all looked good to me.
What was I supposed to notice? So, Pearl had done it before without incident? About 100 times.
Did you notice anyone lurking near the machine earlier in the day? No.
I was busy working on the mermaid tank for Saturday.
Pearl kept badgering me to check it over again.
MacKenzie hasn't performed The Mermaid for ten years - not since what's-her-name left.
Tilly, I think it was.
Before my time.
Are you a magician too, Sid? No, I'm just the general dog's body.
Didn't they tell you that? Well, you must have picked up a few tips in your time with MacKenzie? I'd be an idiot if I hadn't.
As entertaining as this is, Miss Fisher, I have an investigation to get on with.
Ah.
Careful with that.
Are you sure you don't want your turn to star, Sid? Don't worry, my turn will come.
Eva Callahan has taught me every trick her father ever knew.
Sounds like a woman with her eye on the future.
Oh.
You might want this.
Remember, Sid, the best trick is the one you least expect.
Hugh.
I'm trying to be invisible.
Miss Fisher always says, 'You never know when a clue might pop up.
' Well, um .
.
I'm sure I'll find them eventually, Dottie.
Why did Miss Fisher send you to the magic show, anyway? Because she had other arrangements.
Dottie, there's enough detective work going on here.
Why don't you go home for a cocoa and I'll come over once we're done, ~ tell you what we find.
~ You can't.
Sorry.
Miss Fisher has a gentleman house guest.
Constable.
Are you working or gossiping? Um, work.
It's I'm working.
I'm working, sir.
Well, have you finished fraternising? Don't be like that.
That really is rather a nice tie.
So, would you like to take another look at the body with me? Is that an invitation? Well, I could wait all day for yours.
Miss Fisher! I've got a mate of yours in the cab.
Reckons he's taking you for supper at the Green Mill.
Run along, Miss Fisher.
I wouldn't want you to neglect your social commitments.
Jack, it's really not as social as you think.
The show over, my dear? I thought a Manhattan or two.
Out of the cab.
Ah.
Don't worry, Baron.
Ride's on us.
Cognac, my dear? I don't want a drink, I want an explanation, Baron of Rich.
So, murdered, you say.
This is dreadful for me.
For you? Saturday night is sold out.
The crowds have been waiting ten years for the return of the Miraculous Mermaid.
It's meant to be utterly thrilling.
MacKenzie was going to recapture the magic with the amazing Ruby.
~ Pearl.
~ Yes, her.
What am I going to do now? Go to the theatre and offer the troupe your steadfast support? Well, I'd dearly love to, my dear, but at a time like this I want to be the bearer of happy tidings.
And that's not possible? Let's just say the ticket money has been invested.
You spent it.
There have been unforseen delays on my financial returns, that's all.
A few days.
Unless, of course, I can arrange a loan.
Why are you here? Causing trouble can't be your only motivation.
I told you, my dear, your mother's doing the season in London with the Langleys.
But I needed to see more of my beautiful daughter.
It's been far too long.
For you, perhaps.
I'll loan you the money.
If you insist, my dear.
What can I do to make you think better of me? You can move into a hotel.
I'll have Cec and Bert load your bags.
What, now? I've only just arrived.
I put enough nerve tonic in this cognac to flatten a cart horse.
You'd better go quickly, then.
Not much mystery to Miss Dyson's cause of death, I'm afraid.
~ Hello, Jack.
Back.
~ Good, you're here.
For a moment there I thought I stood an even chance.
Mac doesn't play favourites, Jack, unlike her predecessor, who never, ever told me anything.
I promised to withstand her inveigling and bribery for as long as humanly possible.
Telephone me when you have more on Miss Dyson.
~ Of course.
~ But, Jack, I've only just arrived.
Did you know Sid Forest is a sword swallower? A man of many talents, I'm sure.
Perhaps you should invite him to supper.
Good day.
~ What've you done to him? ~ Stood him up for another man.
Oh, come on, cough up.
Men.
Can't live without them, you can't hit them with an axe.
Ah, sir, I've found an inconsistency with Miss Eva Callahan's statements.
~ Go on.
~ Well, according to your notes she set up the guillotine at a quarter past seven, but according to Dottie's notes, she was reading fortunes at the ticket box until the show started at 7:30.
~ Dottie's notes? ~ Dottie's notes, yes, sir.
Ah, well, good.
Good.
Let's get her in.
I already have, sir.
She's waiting in the interview room.
Jack! May I finish my conversation with you? If I said 'No', would it make a difference? I think we need to have another word with Eva Callahan.
Sid is an aspiring magician and Eva has been grooming him.
And what do Sid's aspirations have to do with Miss Callahan? Well, what if they're in cahoots? Eva's been teaching him her father's entire repertoire.
If the two of them want to take over the show, then what better way than by sabotaging the Miraculous Mermaid and discrediting MacKenzie all in one fell drop of the blade? A drastic theory, but worth testing, especially as we already have Miss Callahan here.
So you do.
I'm so sorry I misled you.
I didn't set up the guillotine last night.
Why did you lie? Miss Callahan, may I remind you this is a murder investigation.
I began a discreet arrangement with Sid.
He sets up the guillotine while I tout for a little bit of extra fortune telling money.
MacKenzie doesn't approve of clairvoyance, see, but I've been doing everything I can to try to keep us all together.
By working up a new routine with your props boy.
Well, that was just part of the deal.
Sid wanted to learn, and I needed someone to do my checks.
How did Sid get along with Pearl? I think maybe you'd better ask him about that.
No, I didn't like Pearl conning MacKenzie into the Mermaid act, so what? You failed to tell us that before.
You never asked me.
Now, I've got nothing against her type, but I'm damn good at what I do - I've got talent.
And she trumped me by batting her eyelashes and agreeing to marry the poor duffer.
She didn't play fair.
~ So, you retaliated.
~ What do you expect? I didn't talk to her, I didn't share my lunch with her, but I didn't lop her head off either.
You had ample opportunity to add that second nail when you set up the guillotine for Eva.
Yeah.
That's not the same as doing it.
Ah, Inspector? Someone's been very busy over here doing some metal filing.
And .
.
look what I found in the forest green.
A nail head.
Hang on, that that paint's been there for days.
~ You can't pin that on me.
~ Not yet, Mr Forest.
But if we do tests on those filings, and they match the nail used to sabotage the guillotine, that might be a different story.
So, now that Sid's officially been struck off my supper guest list, perhaps we could try again.
Tonight? No unexpected guests? Actually, that's what I want to discuss.
Good.
Good.
So would I.
~ Phryne, at last! ~ Aunt Prudence.
Someone has tried to charge the Royal Suite at the Windsor to my personal account.
Can you imagine who might have had the gall? ~ Unfortunately, yes.
~ Prudence! ~ Henry.
~ How marvellous.
You look younger with each passing year.
What are you doing here? Father took the opportunity to visit while Mother's doing the season in London.
And I'm afraid there was some terrible misunderstanding ~ when I went back to the Windsor.
~ So, it was you! I was chatting to the concierge about you, Prudence.
He spoke very highly.
He must have confused our accounts.
You don't have an account at the Windsor.
As I discovered when the manager accused me of fraud.
And, as all my available funds are tied up with MacKenzie's Cavalcade, I have nowhere to lay my head tonight.
I'm entertaining.
You'll barely know I'm here.
Unless you'd like some male company, Prudence? I'm redecorating.
Looks like I'm yours, my dear.
(Sarah?) Sarah, where are you? Oh, there you are.
Any anomalies in my absence, Dot? Sid and Sarah are definitely up to something.
Salutations! He's following me! Why the glum faces? Oh, of course.
My condolences, MacKenzie.
I heard your tragic news.
~ And where the blazes have you been? ~ Looking after your interests.
This should cover the theatre's rent, plus outstanding wages and a little something extra for any inconvenience caused.
Oh, some good news at last.
This will certainly help the cash box.
Thank you, Baron.
I'm sorry I doubted you.
No harm done.
Just a small delay.
Ah, now This is Miss Phryne Oh, Miss Fisher and I are already very well acquainted, aren't we, my dear? Now, with this awful incident behind us we can think about the Miraculous Mermaid.
No, Henry, we can't.
It's an extraordinarily dangerous feat.
Pearl had been rehearsing for weeks.
But the tickets are sold.
What about the other young lady? Sally, or something? ~ She could it, couldn't she? ~ Do you mean Sarah? I'm a contortionist.
I can't even swim.
No-one's asking you to cross the channel.
It's gone! The rest of the cash.
What did you do with it, MacKenzie? Nothing.
It should still be there! Um, Miss Norden? Sarah.
Those were Pearl's pearls, weren't they? ~ Well, they're mine now.
~ And whose is this money? Guard the stage door, Dot! Evening, sir.
Um, if you wouldn't mind waiting in the parlour, Miss Fisher's been slightly detained.
I know you're in here, Sarah.
I do apologise, Inspector, I'm sure Miss Fisher will be here shortly.
~ What are you doing here? ~ We were waiting for The Baron.
He's given us the slip.
Forget The Baron, I've got a paying job for you.
Jack, at last.
I am so sorry I kept you.
I'm sorry too, Miss Fisher.
Oh.
Why don't you sit down and .
.
have another drink? No, no, no.
I need to make something perfectly clear.
Go ahead.
Well, you know I'm a liberal-minded man.
Maybe not as liberal-minded as you'd like me to be, or as much as I would like me to be for you, but I don't want you to think I'm like all those other liberal-minded men.
~ What other men? ~ Well, the parade.
The constant parade of French artists, of fugitive anarchists, of, of, of Russian clairvoyants.
The tango dancers, and and men who .
.
men who wear damned cravats! Well, I'm not one of them and I never will be.
Even if you want me to be.
That's all I have to say.
Jack, wait.
I forgot my nerve tonic.
Ah Is that you? A-achoo! Good morning, Inspector.
I've pressed your suit.
Thank you, Mr Butler.
No trouble at all, sir.
Hungry? I can recommend the omelette.
~ Ah ~ Morning, Jack.
How's the head? ~ Miss Fisher.
~ I offered him breakfast.
Father, I asked you to wait upstairs! Father.
Henry George Fisher - Baron of Richmond.
We haven't been formally introduced, though I did help to carry you up the stairs.
This is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
~ Inspector.
~ Yes, Father, an officer of the law.
My father is the main financier of the Cavalcade of Mysteries.
You might recall Mr MacKenzie mentioning him.
Yes, I I do recall.
I think I'll try another omelette.
Jack! I was going to explain last night, but .
.
you were in no fit state.
~ You assaulted me.
~ My father assaulted you.
Well, his nerve tonic assaulted you first, but none of it was planned.
Who put me in pyjamas? Mr Butler, of course.
After I undressed you.
Comin' through! Urgent delivery.
Good morning.
Ah Why did you take this money? Because it was owed to me and I needed it to send to Pearl's aunty so she could buy her a proper headstone.
Shouldn't Mr MacKenzie do that, as Pearl's fiance? You and Pearl were close, weren't you? We were friends.
Sid said he had nothing against her type.
Now, what would he mean by that? ~ You took her beads.
~ Yes, I did.
They were covered in her blood.
I'm sentimental.
You were intimate friends, weren't you? In a Sapphic sense.
But Pearl had ambition.
She was perfect for that act.
She was a champion swimmer.
She'd dreamed about doing the Miraculous Mermaid ever since she heard about the act.
And she was prepared to do anything to get the part, wasn't she? Even marry MacKenzie.
It doesn't mean that she loved him.
No.
But she gave you up for him, didn't she? She was mine.
Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentlemen, for the most dangerous and spectacular act you have ever seen.
No, MacKenzie, it's not spectacular, it's not dangerous.
We'll come back to this later, Mavis.
What happened to your last mermaid? Mermaids don't just vanish.
You must at least remember her name.
It was Tilly, wasn't it? No, her name was Millie.
Millie the Miraculous Mermaid.
It doesn't matter what her name was! We're not doing it.
It's cursed, I'm telling you.
This act is cursed.
Come with me, Dot.
What exactly are you looking for, Miss? The original mermaid picture - I saw it the other day.
But this is far more informative! Oh! ~ Sid! ~ Hey, what happened to you? Nothing.
I told them the money was for Pearl's family, and they couldn't prove anything.
The cops just dropped me back.
~ You nearly got us both caught.
~ No, I didn't.
And stop complaining.
You're lucky I didn't drag you into it.
The trouble with a dubious bunch like MacKenzie's Cavalcade is sorting out the petty criminals from the killers.
Those two? Well, they're definitely the former.
They obviously colluded to steal that money, and it's why Sid tried to stop me with his sword-throwing trick.
I'll reserve judgement on the latter.
Miss, look.
Mr MacKenzie .
.
on his wedding day.
With a bride who looks like Eva.
Millie was .
.
Eva's twin sister .
.
and my darling wife.
And why didn't you tell us? Either of you? We couldn't see what Millie had to do with Pearl.
Well, she was obviously a big part of the show.
~ Why did she leave? ~ S-She made other Eva! She didn't leave.
She died.
That's not true.
Eva, please, you don't need to cover up for me anymore.
I've had enough.
Millie drowned ten years ago.
~ It was all my fault.
~ It was an accident.
Oh, my stars.
I've invested in a bunch of crooks! Be quiet, Baron! We were on tour in Kalgoorlie .
.
and I-I left her there.
I just left her there.
You had no choice.
The show had to go on.
The razzle-dazzle went on, didn't it? But I failed her just as I failed poor Pearl.
Inspector, just in time.
Mr MacKenzie has something he'd like to tell you.
I'd like to confess .
.
to the manslaughter of my wife .
.
Millie MacKenzie .
.
ten years ago.
Miss Williams, you're still here.
I was just looking for Miss Fisher.
Oh, yes.
She holds your skills in very high regard.
~ Please.
~ Oh.
Oh, you have a very strong mind.
And an eye for detail.
That's what Miss Fisher relies on.
And don't worry, your fiance's dilemma will soon be resolved.
What dilemma? The choice between a working woman and a wife.
Forgive me.
'Millie'? Trick hinges.
Miss.
Eva Callahan just dropped this.
Oh! A letter from a dead woman? Excellent sleuthing, Dot.
Millie MacKenzie.
Of course I can assist, if it means saving Mervin - Mr MacKenzie - from the gallows.
But what about your second husband? Benedict died six months ago in Paris.
~ That's why I came home.
~ I'm sorry.
I knew it was risky, but I missed everyone so much.
Especially my sister.
We were so close, as twins are.
Could we bother you for a glass of water? Of course.
Quick, Miss! Excuse me for saying so, but staging your own death seems a rather complicated way out of a marriage.
Why didn't you just ask for a divorce? At the time, it seemed the only way.
Even if I told Mervin the truth - I'd fallen in love with another man - he would never have let me go.
You were afraid of him.
I was terrified.
And so, Eva helped you pull off your audacious stunt.
Please don't blame her.
I begged her.
Have you released MacKenzie? We had no choice.
Millie pretended to get into trouble, but MacKenzie believed she'd drowned.
He was distraught, so I promised him that I'd take care of everything.
So, as far as MacKenzie knows, Millie is buried somewhere outside Kalgoorlie.
I'm surprised that you didn't take over.
Well, Millie and I are identical, but, unfortunately, we don't share identical talents.
I get breathless when I'm nervous.
~ Is it true? Is Millie still alive? ~ Sorry, sir How could you trick me like this?! ~ Millie was my wife! ~ No! MacKenzie! You tell me where she is! I need to see her! She broke my heart! Like Pearl! Let go of me! I need to find her! Well, if you ask me, it has all to do with bringing back the Miraculous Mermaid because each of our suspects had a reason to stop it going ahead.
MacKenzie obviously found out that Pearl was taking him for a ride, and the thing that she wanted most was not him, but to play his new mermaid.
The last thing Sid wanted was MacKenzie's star to rise again.
And Sarah was furious with Pearl, for casting her aside, again, for the sake of performing the Mermaid act.
Eva could have murdered the new mermaid to protect her sister's legacy.
~ What about Millie? ~ No obvious motive, but I am curious to know what she was using this for.
Fell out of her handbag? Paregoric - a cough mixture, pain relief, diarrhoea.
It's camphorated tincture of opium.
~ Opium? ~ I'll take that.
You may need her new address too.
I'll pass on your regards.
If the killer didn't want the Miraculous Mermaid performed, then performing it Would be dangerous.
But might flush out the killer.
So might a methodical investigation.
I'll leave the methodical part to Jack, while I conduct a small experiment in Aunt Prudence's swimming pool.
I can't believe MacKenzie's still stuck on this woman after she ran away with another bloke.
He even wrote her a soppy love letter.
~ Are you going to deliver it? ~ Of course not, Dottie.
This is a police station.
It's not a post office.
We could go together.
I think Millie's definitely hiding something.
Mm.
Bigamy, for a start.
And I don't do this job for fun, Dottie, I have to follow procedure.
City South Police Station.
Constable Collins speaking.
I Sorry, Dottie, I can't chat now.
(Sorry).
Yes.
Yes, that's correct.
What do you say? You're not qualified.
I did study Houdini's water torture cell under The Great Levante.
I haven't done it for ten years.
But it's what the audience have paid for.
No.
No, it's too late without any rehearsal.
I've been rehearsing all afternoon.
You know you didn't drown anyone.
You didn't fail, you didn't kill the Miraculous Mermaid ten years ago.
What are you so afraid of? Oh, Prudence! Can't stop! I'm on my way to MacKenzie's magic show.
I want to know what my niece is up to! She'll be at the theatre too.
I've just had a call - we found a new mermaid.
Mermaid?! I haven't met her yet, but she'll be padlocked into an underwater tank and have to escape from her chains or drown.
Thrilling stuff! Henry! What kind of an idiot are you? Steady on, Prudence.
Phryne has been submerged in my swimming pool all afternoon.
Oh.
You think Oh.
It's another of your ridiculous schemes gone wrong.
If any harm comes to that dear girl, it'll be on your head.
Taxi! You were right about Sid Forest, sir.
Previous charges of petty theft, a minor assault on a train driver and jailed five years ago for counterfeiting.
Impressive list of achievements for a sword swallower.
Nothing on Miss Norden, though.
Just like MacKenzie - he's Hang on, why doesn't ~ Oh, no.
~ Something wrong, Collins? Millie Naylor's letter's missing from the MacKenzie file, sir, and I think Miss Williams has taken it.
Just what we need - two of them.
It's Joe and Jerry! Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm here tonight to talk to you I'm sorry, what are you doing here? Oh, I've come to see the magic show.
Miss Fisher .
.
please, can you please double-check that you'll be able to reach this once your hands are padlocked? It it slips in here.
Excuse me.
~ You're too nervous.
~ Oh, Lord.
Here.
Miss Fisher.
~ OK.
~ Oh.
Bravo.
I can see what that guy up in the back row's thinking too - 'Stop that, you naughty boy'.
Yes! This is more like it.
JC Williamson's got nothing on you, mate.
Just remember not to panic.
Shame to lose a beautiful lady like you, Miss.
Are you sure this is wise? Miss Fisher! Bravo! Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, at last, what you've all been waiting for! I give you my Miraculous Mermaid! ~ Anyone here? ~ Hugh! Oh! Phew! Dottie, what are you doing here? Look at this.
Millie Mailer lied about living here.
~ Inspector.
~ Miss Williams.
Paregoric.
My cousin uses that for his asthma, sir.
In this most daring of feats, my Miraculous Mermaid must channel the lungs of a creature from the deep - the wondrous powers of the great Houdini - lest she find herself in a watery grave.
Are you alright? It was you! How long does she have, ladies and gentlemen? One minute.
Can she do it? Two minutes! Three minutes.
Four minutes.
Get her out of there.
Get her out of there! Phryne's in there! Stop her! You're under arrest.
Good teamwork, Hugh.
How on earth did you manage that? It helped that our murderer showed a distinct lack of imagination in her modus operandi.
Thank you.
It was galling, wasn't it, Eva? First your father, and then MacKenzie, forcing you to hide behind the scenes while your sister received all the accolades.
And the more successful she became, the more eclipsed you felt, until you could bear it no longer.
So, you murdered Millie by trapping her in the water tank.
And you convinced MacKenzie it was just some accident.
~ How could I not have seen it all? ~ Because you're a lovesick fool.
And it all played out just as you'd hoped.
You'd finally stepped out from your sister's shadow.
Till I lost my nerve and the show was ruined.
Until the Baron came along and convinced MacKenzie to revive the Miraculous Mermaid.
Then Pearl began to ask too many questions about the water tank.
She must have found the secret hole you'd drilled to sabotage the lid.
That's why Pearl kept badgering me about the tank.
You were so worried it would all come out.
You had to stop her, and so you fixed a second nail in the guillotine, just like you fixed the lid of the water tank, and you let poor MacKenzie believe that he had made yet another fatal mistake.
What possessed you?! Millie possessed me, that's who.
The audience adored Millie but never knew I even existed.
I was just part of the trickery.
'Oh, look, Millie's over here! Now she's over there!' But where was I? This was my father's show and it should have been mine too.
I deserved my share, I deserved to be a part of it.
This way, Miss Callahan.
Ah, your father has just arrived, Miss Fisher.
Not again.
Um, Mrs Stanley was quite insistent that you read this letter before you speak with him again.
There you are, my dear.
I told you it was a wonderful show.
Of course, it'll be difficult to replace you, but you've at least made my money back.
My money.
What I'd like to know is how you managed to squander yours.
Is that why you sold the estate in Somerset? Mother wrote to Prudence.
She thinks you're in London looking to buy a townhouse.
Your mother wanted something less draughty.
The point is you're not in London, and you've been lying to me ever since you got here.
I only invested in MacKenzie's Cavalcade because of you.
Because you always loved magic.
Do you know why I studied magic so avidly? To make you disappear out of our lives.
Don't.
Miss Fisher.
Inspector Robinson! Just in time to help us celebrate.
Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
And what are we drinking to? To .
.
magic.
To mermaids.
To my wonderful daughter.
To leopards changing their spots.
And to miracles.
A woman has been found dead near your perimeter fence.
One of my men failed to report for duty this morning.
You know what it's like when you think life is fleeting and you might die at any moment.
I always feel like that when I'm with you.
~ What about a love triangle? ~ I can't imagine that.
Well, it's not that difficult.
One woman, two men - it has been known to lead to conflict.