Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Death Defying Feats - full transcript

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...

.. this small nail.

Now, perhaps you could pass me some
vegetation and I'll demonstrate.

Unless, of course, you'd
like to volunteer.

Now...

.. 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.