Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 1, Episode 10 - Murder with Mirrors - full transcript

Watch your back.

Watch it, would you? The
trap door is coming open.

Don't worry, Cleo. I've never known
their fellows to damage the props.

Oh, I'm sorry, David. I
know. It's just... I'm cranky.

I... I tore my favorite costume.

Oh, what a shame.

Hey, let's go.

Come on. We've got a
schedule to keep. Okay?

Whoa. Where's Madison and Clark?

Why ask me? I'm
not their secretary.

Sorry. Haven't seen 'em.



Well, they got to rehearse
first. All their props are on stage.

Seam's ripped. Getting fat?

It's about time you showed
up, Madison. Where's Clark?

We'll rehearse when we're ready.

Hey. You rehearse now.

You irritate me, you know that?

I'd like to saw him in half.

Well, he can be infuriating.

I don't like his act.

None of us do.

Eddie.

Eddie!

Wake up. We're on stage.

Madison, I've asked you not
to interrupt my meditation time.



Time's up. We're on.

Wait a minute.

We're not going anywhere
until we talk about this.

You talk. I'm going.

Gee, you know, you never told
me you're booked on Letterman.

Tomorrow night, Clark. Tune in.

You can't do this. We're a team.
I mean, we do the act together.

Wanna bet? After
tonight I go solo.

No. Wait, wait,
wait. We had a deal.

Right? I mean, I create the
illusions, you do the talking.

The act is the two of us.

It was the two of us until
I learned all your tricks.

Now I can do it all
myself. Who needs you?

No, no, no. You're
not walking out on me.

Get away from me.

Meditate, Clarkie.
You'll feel better.

You got a weird
one in there. Briggs?

Mmm-mmm. Another weird one.

A Mr. Eddie Clark?

He said he had an appointment
but he isn't in your book.

And when I tried to take
his history, he gave me this.

Oh-oh.

Mmm.

Yes, Mr. Clark?

What seems to be the trouble?

I have something
stuck in my throat.

All right, let's
have a look here.

Something stuck
in your throat, huh?

Hold this light for me,
would you, uh, Delores?

Uh-huh. Oh, very,
very interesting.

Very interesting.

Uh, I think I know
what's wrong here.

Just... Yeah, there.

You had a little frog in your
throat, that's all. Feel better?

Hey, Mark, how you
doing? Just great, Eddie.

Delores, I'd like you
to meet Eddie Clark,

half of the great magic
act of Madison and Clark.

Nice to meet you. You, too.

I've known him
since he was a baby.

His dad lived next door to us.

You know, I blame
this man for my career.

On my seventh birthday
he brought me this book,

Magic... Magic
for Kids. For Kids.

Right, and I was hooked.

He's good at magic all right.

Every time I ask him
to do his paperwork,

he disappears into thin air.

Tough room.

So, is this really a
professional visit?

Oh, no, no. I just came by to drop
off some tickets for tonight's show.

Oh, it just so happens
I read about that.

Opening at the
Magic Mansion. Hmm.

Congratulations, Eddie.
That's the big time.

But I also have
reservations for next week.

Oh, actually, it's
tonight or never, Mark.

Yo? Why?

Come on, Eddie. What is it?

I've got a problem.

What kind... Oh.

Excuse me.

Yes? Dr. Sloan.

Oh, yeah, I put Mr. Austin
on an antibiotic IV.

I'll check him this afternoon.

Right.

So...

D-Did you see Eddie
Clark leave here?

No. Where did he go?

He disappeared.

Oh, is he good!

You want to join me tonight?

Oh, I'd love to. Thanks.

Now, about all this paperwork.

Oh, can't do it. I'm late
for my medical ethics class.

I thought you said
it was canceled.

I lied.

Oh, I love the theater.

Steve never did return my
message about meeting us here.

I've hardly talked to
him in the last two weeks.

He told me he was going out of
town on some case or something.

Sounds like a new
girlfriend to me.

Good diagnosis.

Excuse me, I want to go
back and see my friend.

Right. Okay.

You know what?
I just love magic.

What, are you
kidding? No. Don't you?

Come on. Some
guy dressed in a tux

tries to convince you you're
seeing something you're not.

Why do people get a
kick out of being conned?

Gee, I don't know, Jack. Why
don't you ask one of your girlfriends?

Ooh. Yeah, she's funny, huh?

Very funny. Uh-huh.

This time I'm not
turning my back on you.

I want to know
what's the problem.

Madison's making
my career disappear.

Tonight's my final performance.

No. Why?

Why? Because he
is stealing my tricks

and going solo, tomorrow
night on Letterman.

H-He can't... This is your act.

He can't do that, Eddie.

Oh, no, no. You haven't heard?

Madison can do
whatever he wants.

These tricks took
me years to develop

and now he's just
gonna walk off with them.

That is awful.

I never should have
partnered with him to begin with.

I mean, the guy's
a liar, he's a cheat

and, uh, and my career is over.

No. No, not yet.

You're a very talented magician

and your greatest
success is ahead of you.

Yeah, well, I wish I
could believe that, Mark.

You will. Just give it time.

Anything I can do at all?

Applause would be nice.

That you got.

We'll talk some more
after the show, Eddie.

Be out front.

Okay.

♪

Oh.

Oops. I'm awfully sorry.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

It's all right. He's a doctor.

That's right, I'm a doctor.

You all right? Yeah. Yeah.

That was unbelievable.

What?

For a con.

And now, turning from
the ancient arts of the east,

to more modern mysteries,

ladies and gentlemen, welcome
now the madmen of magic,

Madison and Clark.

Rule number one, folks.
Never believe what you see.

Everything's a con, an illusion.

And to prove it,

we'd like to have some help

from one of the
members of the audience.

Yes. You.

You, silver fox.

You, come on up.

Come on, Mark, get up there.

Come on. Live a little.

You got me, Eddie.

Good evening, sir. Good evening.

Have we ever met?

Uh, no, we haven't.

And it's been my pleasure.
And what is your name?

I'm... I'm Dr. Mark Sloan.

Doctor. And what
are you the doctor of?

Do you practice medicine?

And I'm gonna keep
practicing until I get it right.

Yo, Clark, handcuffs.

We call this trick

"The Great Vertical
Aquarium Escape Stunt."

Now, if you'll put the
handcuffs on... On me, not you.

Yes. You're very good at this.

You done this before? Is this
your prescription for kleptomania?

Actually my son is a police
officer. He taught me to do that.

Black sheep of the family, huh?

Now if you'll help Clark

with the leg iron and chain.

Doc! Doc! Stay with us now.

Do a good job, Doc, and I'll let you
remove a growth that's been bothering me.

You met my partner Clark.

Oh.

What do I do now?

Now comes the fun part.

The winch.

To the uninitiated, being
suspended over a tank

would seem dangerous.

One slip from my partner Clark

and I plunge into
the water and drown.

But that's not gonna happen
because Clark's my buddy.

So, it's a trick. It's a hustle,

an illusion.

Right, Clarkie?

No. Oh, my God. Clark, no!

Are you sure he's
gonna be all right?

He's been underwater
for two minutes now.

Then he has three minutes to go.

Is he trying to say something?

Yeah.

I think he just remembered
he can't breathe underwater.

If I didn't know this was a trick, I
would swear that man is drowning.

Gee, wouldn't that be horrible?

I don't hear anything.

Oh. Then he must
be almost through.

Time's up. Time's up.

Relax.

Raise the curtain.

Get him out of there!

Is he responding? No.

Can we clear the
area here, please?

Mr. Clark, are you sure
this is the handcuff key

you passed Madison
before he got into that tank?

Yeah, that's the key.

Is something wrong, Detective?

It looks like Mr. Clark gave
Mr. Madison the wrong key.

We got a problem.

I did not kill Madison,
Mark. I swear I didn't.

Oh, I believe you, Eddie.

It's just that, uh...

Look at the evidence the district
attorney got piled up against you.

Madison was walking
out on you. You fought.

You gave him the wrong key.

He couldn't unlock the
handcuffs and the man drowns.

God, I'm a dead man.

Well, not yet.

What did you do with
the key after rehearsal?

Put it back in my jacket
pocket, same as always.

Is there a chance someone
could have switched those keys

between rehearsal
and performance?

Well, uh,

I like to meditate
for 20 minutes

before a performance
in my dressing room.

I suppose somebody could have
snuck in and changed them then.

Hmm.

Did anyone there hate Madison?

Oh, yeah.

His whole hit list
was right there.

Mike Baker, um,
he owns the club.

Cleo Quinlin. She's
another magician

and, uh, um, David Baldwin.

They all hated him? Oh, yeah.

Do you know exactly
why anybody hated him?

One thing Madison loved,

bragging about
people that he hurt.

Look, Mark, you got to help me.

I'm gonna do it.

Amigo, un momento?

Excuse me just a minute, Norman.

Uh, you can stop Mrs.
Miller's medication.

And I want to get a blood
panel on Mrs. Burns down at 3-G

and call me when you get
the results, will you? Thanks.

What can I do for you?

I heard what happened at
the magic show. Just terrible.

Yes, it was.

I understand that you
were on a first-name basis

with the man who did it.

Well, they didn't
prove he did it.

But you are not going to try
and prove that he didn't, are you?

Norman, are you trying to say
that if I take a stand for my friend

it might, in some way,
reflect badly on this hospital,

and perhaps I should
keep my nose out of it?

Well, it hadn't occurred to me,
Mark, but now that you mention it,

it wouldn't be a bad idea.

Norman,

I knew we saw
things the same way.

IV Nurse, call the
4th-floor nurse's station.

Hey. How's Eddie Clark? Hi.

I saw him today. Oh,
yeah, and he's terrified.

You know, there are three
people wanted Madison dead.

And any one of them could
have switched those handcuff keys

while Eddie was meditating
in a dressing room.

Is one of them Mike Baker?

Yeah. You know him?

His old man used to run a
strip joint in my neighborhood.

Well, he won't return my calls.

Mark, I'm just gonna
take a wild shot here,

but are you investigating
these people?

Yes. I have to do something
to help Eddie Clark.

He's investigating. Yeah.

See you guys later. Okay.

You know, It's too bad
we can't help him out, huh?

Yeah, it's a damn shame.

I'm off in an hour, too.

That's good.

Then I'll see you later.

It's my favorite trick.

I learned it from an
Indian fakir in Calcutta.

And you are?

Dr. Mark Sloan. I'm a
friend of Eddie Clark's. Ah.

You know, I've never
seen how that trick works.

Well, magicians have offered
me thousands to tell them just that.

No sale. I'm the only magician
in America that knows it.

Really? Yeah.

Now, don't tell me.

You're an amateur magician.

That's true. I like to fool around
with sleight of hand once in a while.

Yeah? Let's see.

Oh, no. I'm not in your league.

Oh, go ahead.

Very nice.

Very good.

That's about it.

Oh!

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Tell me, did you ever teach Paul
Madison the Indian rope trick?

Paul?

Paul never had the talent.

He was a performer,
not a magician,

with a certain animal charisma
but no real love for magic.

But you did hire him as
an assistant at one time.

I had a lot of assistants.

You know I heard that you had to fire
him because he sold a trick of yours.

Yeah. I was
hustled by a hustler.

It was embarrassing but true.

Eddie Clark told me that Madison
was planning on revealing the secret

to your Indian rope trick
on the Letterman show.

Now, that would make you a
little more than angry, wouldn't it?

I didn't know Madison
planned to do that.

Tell me something, do you
think it was possible for somebody

to sneak into Eddie's room
while he was meditating

and switch those handcuff keys?

Anything's possible,
but, uh, I wouldn't know.

I was onstage at the time
performing Houdini's Metamorphosis.

You appeared to be onstage.

No. I was onstage, Doctor,

and, uh, I don't think
you can prove otherwise.

But you can always try.

I might just do that.

Excuse me. Could you direct me

to, uh, Cleopatra
Quinlin's dressing room?

I don't know.

Psst! Hey!

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I told you I had some time off.

Look, Amanda, this guy
could be dangerous, all right.

Yeah. So what are you
looking for? I want to help.

Well, I was looking for
Baker, but since he ain't...

Okay, I'll keep watch.
You go look around, okay?

Oh, very interesting.

Someone's coming. What?

Someone's coming. All right.

You know what?
Here. Get in the trunk.

What? Just get in... You
wanted to come, now get in there.

I'm not getting in there. Get in
the trunk and stop aggravating me.

I'm claustrophobic.

Just... Just listen to
what happens after I leave

and I'll come back in and
get you out. Okay? Oh, God.

How you doing? Who are you?

I'm Jack Stewart.

I'm a friend of your old man's.

He used to have that
club on 11th, remember?

Oh yeah, I heard about
you. The doctor, right? Yeah.

So what do you want?

A friend of mine's trying
to help out Eddie Clark.

Your friend better be a lawyer.

Actually, we're both doctors,

and, uh, he doesn't
think that Eddie did it.

Yeah? Then who did?

Well, a few people might
have had a reason to kill him.

Like, um... I don't know
like you, for instance.

Why would I kill Madison?

Well, let's just say,
for example, that, uh,

you laid out a big
advance to Madison

and he decided to
walk out on his contract.

Right? You got a little sore...

I never laid out
anything to him.

Well, if I were you, my friend,

I would talk to my accountant

'cause somebody wrote
this guy a huge check.

Get out of here! I
was just leaving.

I catch you here
again, you're dead meat!

You know, your old
man was such a nice guy.

Shame.

It's me.

We got business to discuss.

Miss Quinlin?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Mark Sloan, a
friend of Eddie Clark's.

Poor Eddie.

Yeah.

How tall are you?

Oh, I'm about six feet, I guess.

Would you mind giving me a hand?

No, no. What do
you need me to do?

Just stand over here.

I just got this new rope trick and
I haven't quite figured it out yet.

Oh, I see.

Thank you. If you
could just turn slowly.

Weren't you and Madison
partners for a while

until he walked
out or something?

We were partners for a
while, yes, until I went solo.

I understand that the
solo part wasn't a choice.

Didn't Madison
just kind of use you

to make the right contacts,
and then dump you, so to speak?

Who told you that?

Eddie Clark. He, uh...
As a matter of fact he said

that Madison
promised to marry you,

but instead, he booked the
act on an Acapulco cruise

and then jumped ship
in Cabo San Lucas

with your salary
and his salary, right?

He bragged to Eddie about that?

Well, you had every
reason to be furious at, uh,

Madison. Maybe furious
enough to kill him, huh?

Well, Eddie beat
me to it, didn't he?

You know what I think?

I think that somebody went
into Eddie's dressing room

while he was meditating

and switched the keys
to Madison's handcuffs.

That would be a good trick,
wouldn't it? Or an illusion.

Where, uh, were you between
7:30 and 8:00 last night?

Right here in my dressing room.

Hmm. Can you prove that?

Do I have to?

Well, not yet, but, uh,
it's not out of the question.

Where are you going?

To find the last page
of the instructions.

Miss Quinlin? W-Wait a minute.

Let's see...

I'm not into this kind of thing.

Okay.

Oh, no.

Um... Hello?

Hello!

I'm locked in here.

Not only was I in my
dressing room before the show,

but I couldn't get out. Ask him.

I thought you were
going to fix that doorknob.

Yeah.

If you could just untie me?

And spoil the trick?

Maybe I left that page at home.

Sir?

Sir, could you...

Sir, you have a
knife on you, or... Sir?

Amanda.

Get that thing out of here.

Yes, sir.

Very good.

Watch the door.

Okay. Good.

Hey. No!

Shut this off!

What, are you nuts? I
got to open that trunk.

Oh, no way. This
is a city truck.

Everything on it
is city property.

Right.

I'm Dr. Jack Stewart,

special medical investigator
for the department.

This trunk is
evidence in a case.

What case?

Ever hear of Hoffa?

Tony. All right. Thanks
a lot. Thanks Tony.

Give me a hand here.

I really appreciate it, guys.

All right.

You never saw us.

No problem. Never
saw you at all.

That was...

Boo! Did you miss me?

How did you get
out of the trunk?

Oh, that's a
professional secret.

Then why'd you make
me go through all this?

Jack, I wanted to
see if you cared.

I ought to... Calm
down, would you?

I've been running
around like a lunatic.

Are you out of your
mind? Listen. Listen, Jack.

I heard Baker on
the phone. Yeah.

He's meeting someone at the Pickwick
skating rink or something like that.

Apparently, he's paying someone
off for a job he did last night.

Switching the keys. Yeah.

Come on.

It's cold.

Yeah, well, there's a big
chunk of ice right here.

Oh, I didn't see it.

There's Baker.

Baker must have hired that
guy to switch the handcuff keys.

Yeah.

He's probably got the
payoff cash in that briefcase.

Right. Let's go.

You stay here.

What do you mean, stay here?

Just stay here and wait for
something exciting to happen, all right?

I want all loose ends tied up
by Friday. I'll do the best I can.

I want a guarantee.
Don't sweat it, my friend.

Look!

Hey!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

I'll get it.

Run! Run!

Freeze.

Cuff 'em.

Thanks a lot, guys.
You were a big help.

Hi, Steve.

I don't believe it.

Jack and Amanda broke
up your investigation?

Six weeks undercover

pushing a broom backstage
at the Magic Mansion.

Somehow, in the back
of my mind, I just... I knew.

Oh, you did not. I had
you all completely fooled.

No, there was something about
the way you leaned on that broom,

just brought back a
memory. Oh, very cute.

What was Baker doing at
the skating rink, anyway?

It was a payoff. He was
running drugs out of his club.

He was in some kind of financial
trouble and he needed money.

Drugs?

Listen, do you think he could
have changed the handcuff keys?

Could he have killed Madison?

No, I'm sorry, Dad, up until
the time of the performance,

Baker was meeting
with one of his suppliers.

A drug dealer's not
a very good witness.

No, but the three cops who got
him under surveillance probably are.

Look, you were backstage
when Madison was murdered.

You got any theories?

No. I can check with the guys
who were running the investigation,

see if they've come
up with anything new.

Oh, I'd appreciate it.
You're coming to dinner?

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Oh. More underwater work.

Undercover. Cover, I mean.

Yeah. Well,
actually, I can't say,

but you better keep
a sharp eye out.

I could be the guy at the
newsstand or in line at the bank

wearing a red spandex
dress and platform shoes.

Oh, well, listen, no
offense, but with your legs,

unless you're the
guy at the newsstand,

that crook better
be stone-blind.

Like father, like son.

What do you mean?

So the shoulder x-ray
came up negative?

Any pain relief
from the cortisone?

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm going to
want a blood work-up

and keep an eye
on his temperature.

Any change in
that, call me. Right.

So, now that Baker's
out of the picture,

you trying to drum up
some new suspects?

Yeah, what about
Cleopatra Quinlin?

Oh, she was locked in the
dressing room. Steve verified it.

So there's no way she
could have gotten in there

and switched the handcuff keys?

Baldwin's out because he
was onstage the whole time.

Well, maybe and maybe not.

Wait. Mark, either the guy
was onstage or he wasn't.

Exactly.

See you guys later.

What do you think
of the new costume?

I can tell you one thing,

nobody's going to be
watching your hands.

You're sweet.

Very good.

I like men with moustaches.

Thank you.

Don't forget, I'm available.

Uh, for charity
events. Your hospital?

Oh, yes. That would be very nice.
Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

Ah, Dr. Sloan.

I don't suppose you've come
just to watch me rehearse.

I don't know why not. Watching
you perform is always a pleasure.

Thank you.

But you're a busy man

and a very clever one.

You have something on your mind.

You're here for a purpose.

You're very observant.

Magicians and doctors
have that in common.

As quick as our hands
are, our eyes are faster.

What's on your mind, Doctor?

Well, I'm thinking that

you could have gone and
switched those handcuff keys

while Eddie Clark
was in the room.

You're forgetting I was
onstage doing this trick

while Eddie was
doing his meditating.

Well, you know, I've been
thinking and I wonder...

I think I know how
you did the trick.

Really? Mmm-hmm.

Well, wouldn't you
care to show me?

May I?

Come on.

All right.

My theory is

that you slipped out a trapdoor

in the bottom of this trunk

went to Eddie's room,
switched the keys

and made it back here in time

to trade places
with your partner

for the big finish.

Only if your theory is correct.

You know, Doctor,

I've been planning to add a
little, uh, suspense to this illusion.

Figured out the
trick yet, Doctor?

Of course I hated Madison.

He had no respect for the art.

He deserved to die,

but I didn't kill him.

Oh, by the way, Doctor,

there is no
trapdoor in the floor.

So that's it.

There isn't any trap door.

You got out the
back of the trunk

and crouched back here where
the audience couldn't see you.

So, you were back
here the whole time.

I told you I never
left the stage.

I get the point.

Phone call for Dr. Sloan, 458.

Phone call for Dr. Sloan, 458.

Sloan.

Yeah. Oh, the patient with the
pain in the right shoulder, yeah.

Thought so.

Nausea, temperature,

pain in the upper
right quadrant.

All right. Let's get an
ultrasound stat on him.

Yeah, uh, look,
call Dr. Levinson,

because if there's a gallbladder
involved, I want him in on it.

And you better hold an
OR, too, just in case. Right.

Hey, Mark, how you doing?

Hi. Hey, Mark.

I think I may as well
give up magic forever.

I can't pull anything out
of the hat for Eddie Clark.

It's not your fault we got three
suspects with three airtight alibis.

Yeah, what else
could you do, really?

Well, it doesn't make any sense.

Not one of the three of them had a
chance to switch those handcuff keys.

Hey, that's it.

I just had a patient on here

with a severe pain
in the right shoulder

and the trouble turned
out to be in the gallbladder.

You know, that happens. You
get a referred pain someplace

and the real trouble's
somewhere else.

It's kind of nature's
own misdirection.

That's the secret of all
magical illusion, misdirection.

I've been tricked.

I've been tricked.

That's the aquarium case exactly
as it appeared during the trick.

You know, Dad, I could help you if
you just tell me what you're looking for.

I wish I knew.

You know, Eddie said that
this key was not out of his sight

except for the time that he was
meditating in the dressing room.

Mmm-hmm, and that's what he
told the cops investigating the case.

Do you notice anything
about this equipment, Steve?

Well, it's all new.

Exactly, it's all new.

Madison was planning a new
act, and he got all new stuff.

There's a point
to this, isn't there?

Yeah, there is,

but I... I'm gonna need
your help to prove it.

Am I gonna have to push a broom?

Hmm...

Ladies and gentlemen, the
Magic Mansion is proud to present

direct from appearances before
the crowned heads of Europe,

the mystic mistress
of the ancient arts,

Miss Cleopatra Quinlin.

Assisted by Mark Sloan.

Tonight, she's going to amaze

and charm you with
her own variation

on the famous Madison
and Clark illusion,

The Great Vertical
Aquarium Escape.

You drive me over here
for an amateur show?

Dr. Sloan, what is this?

Please gentlemen, just indulge
me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

I'm ready when you are.

One of you here
tonight is a murderer,

and I'm going to prove it.

The three of you had a
motive to kill Madison.

You, Cleo,

he stole your contacts,
he stole your money,

and your heart.

When you put it that
way, I wish I had killed him.

Baldwin, you, because he
was going to reveal the secret

of your greatest illusion.

And, Baker, he broke
a contract with you

that was going to cost
you a small fortune.

Each one of you wanted
to see Madison dead.

Each one of you
also had an alibi.

But somehow, one of
you managed to kill him.

Tonight,

by repeating
Madison's last illusion

using the same
equipment that he used,

I'm going to prove
how you did it.

You're nuts.

Dr. Sloan, a man
died trying this illusion.

That's right, because the keys
to those handcuffs were switched.

Luckily, Eddie Clark
had a spare key,

which I just palmed off to Cleo.

So this trick
should go perfectly,

shouldn't it?

Start the clock, please.

Madison and Clark
did this trick better.

All right, stop. Wait!
Get her out of there!

Clark's keys won't fit
those handcuffs, either.

Oh, really? Why is that?

Because those aren't Clark's
handcuffs. Now, get her out of there!

No, actually those
are a pair of handcuffs

I picked up at a magic
shop this afternoon.

Thank you very much, Cleo.

These are the handcuffs that
Madison had on when he died.

The ones he couldn't unlock with
the key that Eddie Clark passed him

because they weren't
Clark's handcuffs.

They were yours.

So, how did you know?

Baldwin's a master
magician, so it makes sense

he'd use classical
misdirection to murder.

You had us so busy
trying to figure out

who could have
switched the keys,

it never occurred to us that someone
might have switched the cuffs.

That's what you did, isn't it?

Yeah.

Okay, I understand how he did it

and why he didn't want
Madison to reveal his secret

on the Letterman show.

What I don't understand
is how you knew

Baldwin would
move to protect Cleo.

He could have just sat there.

You couldn't do that, could you?

How did you know?

Your wife's a very
beautiful woman.

Yes, she was.

This antique pendant
she's wearing,

did you give that to her?

It was my wedding
present to her.

Oh, then it must have great
sentimental value for you.

Obviously.

Dad, what are you getting at?

When I saw Cleo
backstage yesterday,

she was wearing that pendant.

I had other things on my
mind, I didn't take much notice.

But then, tonight I
remembered where I first saw it.

You gave it to her, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

You were in love with her.

Yeah,

and I despised Madison
for the way he treated her.

I know.

He'd rather go to
prison than hurt Cleo.

My last question answered.

Come on, let's go.

Mark, I've been looking for you.

Norman, I was
looking for you, too.

Everything worked out great.

I heard they arrested
someone else

and you had nothing
to do with it, right?

Sometimes these things just have
a way of working themselves out.

Oh, thanks, Norman.

Hey, Eddie, what
are you doing here?

Actually I... I just came by to
say thanks for everything you did.

Not necessary.

The least I could do
for a fellow magician.

Dad, I went to release
him, and he was gone.

Hi.

How did you get
out of your cell?

Oh, he's a magician,
Steve. He'll never tell you.

Now you see him,
and now you don't.