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Music: "Baker Street"
by Gerry Rafferty

he hums along

oh!

Tyres screech

ahhh!

Shit!

Idiot! You could have
killed the pair of us!

You could have killed me!

What you talking about? Get
your hands off me! Eh? Mr Magoo!

You don't belong on the road!
Rich, coming from you, little...

Nah!

What did you say?

It was my right of way!

Oh, king of the jungle reckons
I'm not up to it then, does he?

Right. Not content with
ripping the bonnet of my car!

What you taking about? He's
questioning my proficiency as a driver!

Proud of yourself? Making
fun of the handicapped!

Oh, had an accident downstairs,
have we? Shock too much for you?

I'd leave it if I were
you. Toothless old git!

♪ It's all right

♪ it's ok, doesn't really
matter if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I said it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day. ♪

Katie briers.
Recorded back in '98

for magician Billy
carse's TV series

magic, majestic.

Billy carse. I remember him. Mind
you, I'm going back 30 years now.

"I got eyes in the
back of my head."

Nice of you to fit us in, Gerry.

I was getting the
bleedin' coffee!

Twice!

Inside job, was it?

Cappuccino, actually.
Do you want a little a sniff?

No, thank you.

The reason I'm wearing
this coffee is cos some pillock

tried to take the
front end of my car off.

What? Then had a go
at me. I tried to talk...

Shut up! Go on,
Brian. Thank you.

Briers was one of four
white-collar subjects

for one of carse's
"experiments in illusion".

They were all
hypnotised in a hotel

and flown out to
the back of beyond

where they found
themselves... Well...

Some kind of war game, innit?

Yeah, only that evening,

Katie briers went home and murdered
her husband, Raymond, with a kitchen-knife.

Found a few hours later by a
friend with the knife still in her hand.

Three weeks married.

March, 2000, briers
was acquitted of murder.

The show was cancelled,
but there were no charges.

Although they did try and mount a manslaughter
case against the show's producer, one Lulu quester.

Apparently Katie briers had been
suffering from a bout of depression,

which the show should have
picked up. The judge threw it out.

But what about the magician?

Like I said, no charges.

British courts have always
been loathed to find guilty

against so-called magicians in cases like
this. You can hardly blame them for that.

The only law on the statute book is some
licensing act, which dates back to 1952.

But he's got a point. If she put
herself up for it in the first place...

Oh? I see, asking
for it, was she?

Do you know what, Gerry? There's
a middle-aged bloke in taunton,

who was regressed
back to his childhood.

Years later, he can't step out his
own front door without adult supervision.

Acts and thinks like he's eight.

Him and half the
male population.

So why will we
get lucky this time?

Because we now have a precedent.

Yeah, 2001, a couple of
years after the briers case,

a mother of six fell into a suicidal depression
after seeing another stage hypnotist.

But this time the high court awarded
her damages. A land-Mark ruling.

Which opens up a possible charge
against Raymond briers' real killer.

Oh, you mean Billy carse?

No. Too late for him anyway.

After the briers killing, carse
took himself off to Bucharest.

He'd seen Norman wisdom
making a fortune out in Albania

and thought he'd try his
luck with the Romanians.

Well, Billy lost his touch.

He was found dead in his
Bucharest flat last boxing day.

Massive alcohol and heroin overdose,
according to the coroner's report.

So what's the case?

Er, excuse me?

If Billy carse is six feet under,
who are we suppose to be after?

I don't think Billy carse had
anything to do with this. Eh?

I'll show you. Come on, get
your coats, we're late. Come on!

We're gonna have to go by
my place. I've got to change.

Where did Brian get
a hold of this case?

Apparently Katie briers
phoned, it was put it through,

Brian picked it up and he hasn't
been able to let go of it since.

Claims there's fresh evidence.

What's strickland
say about all this?

Not a lot. He's on a
golfing holiday in la manga.

How about this for a theory?

Katie briers doesn't take
to marriage, loses her head,

murders her husband and is
lucky enough to get away with it.

Tell her that yourself. Come on.

Shall we show them the e-mails?

Oh. Yeah.

There you go.

Katie's received
some unwanted spam.

Unsolicited e-mails from a
character by the name of Merlin.

Yeah, um, every
morning and every night.

Been going on four months now.

Since mid-January. Two weeks
after Billy was pronounced dead.

"Billy carse couldn't fight for
himself. You must fight for him."

"The real killer is walking
free and Merlin can prove it."

Who is this joker?

Well, we don't know.

There are dozens of Merlins
out there in the blogosphere.

Tried changing
your e-mail address?

Only about 100 times.

But he always
seems to find me out.

I just thought, if this guy
Merlin, if, if he knows something...

You, er, you don't
believe me, do you?

What, do you think this is
some kind of - what - stunt?

You want to know
what the worst thing is?

There are times when I, I
don't even believe it myself.

Katie.

That whole day is a complete blank,
how do I know I never killed him?

I mean me, the real me, not
some puppet on a string! Me.

Cos god knows I've
always had a temper on me.

I've got no hand-brake,
my mother says. But I...

I just I want... I need to know.

Guilty or not.

Is that so very weird to you?

That went well. Yeah, thanks,
Jack, glad to have you back.

Oh, come on Brian.

You've got to be impartial.
You know that as well as I do.

Impartial, granted. But
blind bloody ignorant...

Brian! Yes, I know.

The woman is in bits, but
grief alone is won't swing a jury.

We've got Merlin! A new witness!

A few empty claims. He
doesn't even name a suspect.

There! There's your suspect.

"The real killer, Brandon Skye."

Who's Brandon Skye?

The man who stole Billy's crown.
The so-called Messiah of modern magic.

TV star.

Pyschopath. Pioneer of nlp.

Neuro-linguistic programming.
It's a kind of software for the brain.

It was developed by a couple of
overheated shrinks back in the 80s.

Now, Brandon wove
that into his magic.

Cooked up new ways to
hypnotise and influence his subjects.

So what's the connection between
this Brandon Skye and Billy carse?

He worked for Billy back in '95.

'95? That's four years
before briers was killed.

Well, maybe it took four
years for him to become the...

Magician that could
pull off this kind of stunt.

Where's Skye now?

He's on a world tour. Las Vegas.

Ok, let's talk to him.

We're going to Vegas?!

'Ah, Billy carse?

'Yes, I knew him briefly, and, uh,
no, we weren't exactly blood brothers.'

why was that? 'Looking in
different directions you might say.

'What's the weather doing?'
The weather? 'It's 90 out here.'

'prawns as big as bananas. I tell
you, it's a long way from essex.'

have you had any contact with mr
carse since you were employed by him?

'Um, no, I'm sorry.
No, not a squeak.'

and do you have any information
on the killing of Raymond briers?

'Who? Oh! You're opening that old
can of worms? Well, good for you.

'Er, I always said it
needed a proper looking at.'

ok, thank you, mr
Skye, for your time.

If we need to speak
to you in person...

'On tour till the end of the year. But,
if you want to fly out, catch a show...'

thank you. I'm sure that
won't be necessary. Goodbye.

'Have a nice day.'

I'm sorry, Brian. I going
to need more than this.

I'll go and buy
him an ice-cream.

If she wants evidence,
I'll give her evidence.

Who is this bloke anyway?

Guy carse. Billy's brother.

Last person to see Katie
briers before the murder.

I know that car.

No! Hey! Just try and
calm down, mr carse.

I'm not safe while that
man's in the house! Stop it.

Gerry, the man's
in a wheelchair.

The man is a lunatic. He
tried to drive me off the road!

You've got to speak to
him though. Apologise.

What?

My colleague's got something
he wants to get off his chest.

Haven't you, Gerry?

No offence, all right?
None taken, kimosabe.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I had hoped, passage of time, people might
start to remember my kid brother as he was.

But one stupid mistake, it
poisons everything it touches.

Yeah, murder does that.

I gather you were the last person to see
Katie briers before she stabbed her husband.

That's right. I drove
her home after filming.

You were as a driver
on his show? Chauffeur.

You're qualified, are you?

Advanced drivers' certificate.

Your mum must be very proud.

Oh, yes. Big belly laugh.
I worked hard for that.

Sheer bloody-minded persistence.

Story of my life.
Yeah, I'll bet.

You can do anything if you put your mind to it.
The devil's in the detail. That's my philosophy.

Yeah, how did Katie seem, that
night, when you dropped her home?

A bit wobbly. Out of it. I should
never had dropped her off.

I should have kept on driving.

You said you thought she
was still under. Under what?

Hypnotised. Yeah, it's possible.

Your brother said he brought her out
of her trance before she went home.

Magic's not an exact science. Why
are you dragging all this up anyway?

Did you have much to
do with Brandon Skye?

Brandon?

Well, briefly. Long time ago. 1995?
When he worked for your brother?

I didn't see much work.

He was always quoting
philosophy and science.

My brother, he was old
school and proud of it.

Brandon, he just, he
wanted to smash all that.

Looks like he won in the end.

Poor old Billy. They just sent
his effects over from Romania.

Four cardboard boxes.
Not much of a life.

May we see them? I sent
them over to the magic circle.

Thought there might be
something they could use.

Some of the world's finest magicians
bequeath their personal effects

to our extensive collection
at the magic circle.

Chung ling soo.

Pioneer of the magic circle.

Throughout his adult life he passed himself
off as infirm, all for the sake of one trick.

Hard to credit, that
level of sacrifice.

Yeah, we live in
an age of sceptics.

Still, the wheel is turning.

Excuse me.

Umm...

If you wouldn't mind.

Yeah, I'm sorry, yeah.

Nice, innit?

Did you know him? Billy carse?

Barely. He was an
innocent, in his way.

Pity, all the trouble.

Brian?

What was the date
of the briers murder?

17th of November '99.

Well, what is it? It's evidence.

This is dr Neville Moroni,
he's the resident expert here at

the magic circle, he's going
to talk us through the slide.

You were supposed to
take him for an ice-cream.

What we have here is
a classic hypnosis script.

Looks ordinary enough.
"Hello and welcome."

"I promise you, today
is going to be a killer."

This was the script used to hypnotise Katie
briers before she killed her husband? This is it.

Look for repetition.
Word patterns.

Like "killer", "kill or be killed", "killing
time", "wouldn't you kill for a..." Just a minute.

"That kind of attitude is not
warthy of anyone with a pulse."

"Warthy" not "worthy".

Wasn't a jordy, was
he? No, it's a plant.

A what? A plant.
Course it's a plant.

He's repeating words
like "war", "kill", "murder".

And the name of the victim, ray, as in "raison
d'etre", "unraysonable", "ray of light".

Suggesting Katie had
already been singled out?

Exactly. Doesn't that
point to Billy carse?

I mean, it was found
among his effects. Not quite.

This kind of word-patterning is indicative of
something known as neuro-linguistic programming.

Ah, nlp! Miles over the
head of a pier act like Billy.

He could've never have written a script
like this. Somebody wrote it for him.

So what was he doing hanging
on to it for all these years?

Maybe he just felt ashamed.

Just couldn't bring
himself to throw it away.

And this stuff works?

With the right performer.

Ah, sure, sure.

Ah.

A doubting Thomas?

Care for a
demonstration? Yeah, right!

Go on, Gerry. Dare you.

Imitates a chicken

all right, all right!

Come on then, give
me your best work.

You mean, you really
can't remember anything?

Well, I remember standing there, and
that maroni bloke telling me to think of

the first song that
came into my head,

and then it all went
sort of dizzy and...

Yes. Thank you.

You all right? I'll live.

Which is more than I can
say... Sandra. We agreed.

Fine.

All right, what did he
do? Nothing. Nothing.

Brian?

Nothing's all right, innit?

Nothing to write home about.

So...

Who's with me? You what?

The case. Oh, I
don't know, Brian.

Even if Brandon had a hand in this script
of yours, how did he get it to Billy?

If I had all the answers
we'd be making an arrest.

Yeah, and we'd need gold-plated proof
of malicious intent against Katie briers.

Isn't that what we're
meant to be about?

Lost causes the rest
of the met won't touch?

There's Billy carse lying in
his coffin, and poor Katie briers

going out of her mind because nobody's got the
guts or the decency to launch an investigation.

If this Merlin claims to know what
happened then we should talk to him.

Ah, come on.

Come on, who's with me?

Three days.

You won't regret it.

Do you remember the
words used to hypnotise you?

No. The last thing I remember
is that I was sitting there

and the wind was in my hair...

We really want to find this man
but we're going to need your help.

Those e-mails you showed
us - did you ever send a reply?

Yeah, I did, from time to time.

How would you feel
about setting up a meeting?

Midnight. Under the
hungerford bridge. Come alone.

Who does this Merlin think he is?
Humphrey bleeding bogart? Ssh!

We have a male approaching
from Waterloo bridge.

Merlin!

Play nice.

So, mr burgess.

Call me Merlin.

Mr burgess.

Why now?

I did it for Billy.

I heard that he died.

I wanted to set the record
straight. Very touching.

Why not pick up the
phone? Or come to see us?

I'm not exactly a people person.

No kidding. So, three
counts of battery since 2001,

two abh and a
breaking and entering.

Much call for magic, is
there, in the Nick? Not a lot.

I do a bit of
book-binding, mostly.

I work with my hands.

You met Billy carse when?

Summer of '95. Four years
before the briers murder.

That's it.

Me and Brandon, Brandon Skye,
we were like Billy's... Back-room boys.

But Brandon, him and Billy
carse didn't exactly see eye to eye.

He said Billy was past
his prime. Yesterday's man.

I used to be one of them.

And what were you saying, clive?

I kept my mouth shut.

Brandon couldn't stand it.

Packed his bags after a couple of
months, said I was to go with him.

And did you? Yeah.

He said he'd... Cure my
stammer, for a kick off.

I think the magic wore off.

And what did he want in return?

He needed to run some
tests. You were his Guinea pig?

Lab-rat.

Two years Brandon Skye messed
with my head, while he worked up his act.

You wanna know where the
bodies are buried? Right here.

Head like a bloody graveyard.

You sound like a man
with an axe to grind. Eh?

What's all this got to do
with the briers murder?

He went on about how he'd drag
Billy carse through the gutter. Why?

Because they didn't get on?
Kill off the competition more like.

I mean, old school or not, Billy
had something. And Brandon knew it.

So what was the plan?

To plant a spy in Billy's camp.

A spy? Working for Brandon?

That's it. Years
he went on about it.

Then all of a sudden
he found some bird.

He said she was perfect, just
Billy's type. When was this?

Couple of months
before the briers business.

If Merlin is to be trusted
we're looking for a mystery

lady who worked on Billy carse's
production crew back here in 1999.

I pulled these
out of the old file.

It's a magic majestic crew
list and a crew photograph,

taken a couple of weeks
before Katie showed up.

Not many of the females of the species, few
secretaries, butch camera grip and Lulu quester.

The producer? Mmm. She and Billy
look nice and snug, don't they? Mmm.

And she'd have had plenty of access to
the top man. When did she join the team?

Er, June '99.

That would fit
with Merlin's story.

So, we're saying that Brandon
plants a mole on Billy's team, waits

for a suitably vulnerable target,
rewrites Billy's hypnosis script...

Katie goes berserk,
Billy's career is in ruins.

Conspiracy to murder.
Well, it's a funny old world.

Brandon's company, black cat holdings, they
do these out-of-the-box corporate weekends.

Who do you think does the day-to-day
running for him? Lulu bloody quester?

Say's on the company blurb here, "Lulu and
Brandon met for the first time two years ago."

Well, if they think we're
gonna swallow that one...

That sod thinks he's
untouchable. Hang on.

When did Brandon say he was back
in the country? End of the year. Why?

It says he's "making an unscheduled appearance at
the next corporate weekend, or your money back."

When's that?
About six hours time.

He lied to us, Sandra. He knew he
was coming back and he lied to us.

Let's pull him in! What, watch
Brandon pull up the draw-bridge?

Yeah, he's right.

All right, all right. Strickland's
on the fairway, right?

Why don't you see if you can get a couple of late
bookings for this nice corporate weekend, eh?

What are you reading?

Just a basic grounding
in modern magic.

Neville loaned me them.

Do you want a
swig? No, thank you.

It's ginger beer.

I'll save you some.

Can you believe it?

They've got that famous library there and
look at the way they treat their books. Look.

Scandalous, Brian.

Barry.

Barry cunliffe. We're
undercover now.

Yes, but only for so
long as we need to be.

Understood. Here we are.

What's with the shades? I
don't want him coming in here.

Who? Brandon Skye.

You're not scared of
that old charlatan, surely?

This top storey's not to rent.

Anyway, look what
happened to Gerry.

One minute, he's
right as rain and then...

I know.

You must be Simone and Barry.

I'm Lulu quester. Welcome.

Blimey. That her?
Wasted on Brian.

Born in kidderminster. Background
in television and public relations.

20 years experience.
Doesn't say what at.

Problem is connecting her with
Brandon before the briers killing.

Mmm. Right.

Hello. Yeah, quester,
q-u-e-s-t-e-r. Kidderminster.

What are you doing?

Directory enquiries. What for?

Yeah, that's the one. Yes,
please. They're putting me through.

Softly softly, Sandra said.

Just relax, huh?

Message for Lulu quester
from Jack Rafferty, from, er...

Apollo head-hunters.

Hi, I'm calling about a
job opportunity in Chicago.

So if someone can call me
back asap, we can talk numbers

and maybe get you on a flight
by the close of play on Sunday.

So let's speak soon, uh?

Jack Rafferty, 07700 916572.

What was all that in aid of?

Well, in a little while her
loving granny will phone back.

We'll have a cosy little
chit chat about Lulu,

all her boyfriends and her career,
all for the price of a phone call.

You live in a dream world.
No, I'm lateral. You're barmy.

So, um, why Rafferty?

As in... Gerry Rafferty?

You heard of him?

Hold on, hold on. This is about
the other day, isn't it? That hypnotist.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Yes... Phone rings

you might like to answer
that. It could be granny.

Might be. Hello?

Can you say that...

Hung up. Who?

I don't know,

but it sounded
like our pal, Merlin.

What did he say? He just said
he'd broken rule number nine.

Well, he's barmy and all.

Number nine? What did he
mean? 'I dunno. He just hung up.'

ok, well, call me as
soon as you find him.

And bring me something
solid on our female friend.

I'll do my best.

Hiya. Ian butterworth.
You must be Simone.

Where's your badge?

Excuse me.

Billy carse? Talk about
a blast from the past.

Didn't he go off to transylvania
or some place? Did he? Mmm.

Don't get me wrong,
Barry, every dog has his day,

but he was never
in Brandon's league.

Such an amateur. Jesus. Didn't
that used to be a good thing?

Amateur. Meant you did
something for the love of it.

Now, that is exactly the mind-set
we have to get you out of, Barry.

Oh, no. Of course!

Then there was that brother of
his. Chauffeuring him around. Bless.

It was meant to be a business,
not some travelling circus.

I heard you and
Billy hit it off. No.

Not a patch on
your new boss, eh?

Brandon. Practically
saved my life.

I'm a bit star
struck, to be honest.

Sure I can't make
that a spritzer?

No, thank you.

Champagne, please.

I heard Brandon might
be making an appearance.

Imagine that though, eh?

Brandon Skye in the flesh.

That'll be one
for the grand-kids.

If you say so.

Come on, I bet you'd like
him to slip you one, eh?

I'm here to learn, Ian.

You sound just like my ex-wife.

Open university,
evening classes.

I told her, I said, "where's all this
going to end, eh? Celebrity countdown?"

I hope she's happy now, mind.

I hope all them books
keep her warm at night.

So, uh,

you and Barry, you
at it then, are you?

What? No!

Oh!

Right then.

Mr burgess?

Merlin?

Jesus wept.

So this is Merlin, eh?
The Welsh wizard.

At least we're in the right
place. What's left of it.

He's legged it.

Hello. List of names, numbers
and some kind a register.

Anything you recognise?

Billy carse a couple of times.

Very hard to read.

I wouldn't have had burgess
pegged as a Bible-basher. Would you?

We've all gotta
believe in something.

Hang on a minute.

What did he say?
Rule number nine?

There you are. "Thou
shalt not bear false witness."

Do you think the
e-mails and the meeting...

Do you think he was about to confess to Katie,
and we turned up and put the kibosh on it? No.

He wasn't even working on carse's
show the year brier's was killed.

And if he was about to confess, he'd
have broken the other rule. Number six.

What's number six?

Thou shalt not commit murder.

Muffled voices

I don't think it works
with wine glasses.

Oh.

How are you getting on?

Must be a wardrobe in the way.

Anyway, what's creepy Ian
doing in Lulu's apartment?

I could hazard a guess.

Oh, come on! Nah, I
wouldn't put it much past him.

He's the kind of bloke who
thinks the word "no" is...

(..Kind of elaborate foreplay.)

Do you think we should
go in and help? I'm sorry.

Barry would never do that. I
can't compromise my cover.

Jesus, Brian! Barry...

Christ... what are
we doing here?

Why don't we just show our ids and then
interview Lulu when we've got the chance?

What, scare Brandon off?

There we are,
nice and quiet now.

Right go on, off you go.

We've got to be up
at the crack of dawn...

Jungle fever
illusions of leadership.

I thought you liked
the great outdoors.

Oh, aye it's fine for Brian.

Barry's got rheumatic knees.

He yells

Ian.

Simone!

Simone.

Shouts feebly: Aaah!

And once more.

Aaaaghh!

Belter.

Ok, now you all know the rules.

Three hours and one compass.

Go, go, go!

Merlin's gone? But you
caught him, I was there.

We later released him. The
point is we don't know where he is.

His apartment is empty and
he left us in a very agitated state.

It's nothing to worry about. We just
don't want him contacting you again.

Have you got somewhere you
could go? Someone you can stay with?

Where's Brian? I
want to see Brian.

I'm afraid he's away for a couple of
days. You'll have to make do with us.

If there's any trouble. I'm
at the end of the phone.

I'll take my own
chances. Thanks.

I thought you were
good with maps, Brian.

It's not exactly
prize-winning cartography.

Oi! Ian, we're meant
to be making that last.

I think you've got that upside down.
Anyway, who's Brian when he's at home? Uh?

You just said, Brian. I've
seen this place before.

Something's not right.

Explosion and gunfire

Oh, my god!

He's not breathing. I know
that tree. It's the war-game.

It's Katie briers' war-game.

We've been set up.

Christ! What...

What the hell's going on.

Oh, dear Sandra Pullman, you
really should do that for a living.

Brandon Skye,
you little bastard.

Ucos... sounds like
a haemorrhoid cream.

Fancy a lift?

That's gratitude for you.

Look, Merlin's not going to show up
now, is he. Can we go home? You go.

That woman's had
a bellyful of trouble.

Tell you what...

Let's have a bit of music to cheer us up.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute, what is this?

Oi! No, no. Oh, no, you don't!

What the bleedin'
hell did you do that for?

For your own good.

It's that hypnotist, innit?

Why won't anyone
tell me what happened?

Have you ever
heard of oedipus Rex?

Yeah.

He went on and
on asking questions.

Are you saying I
shagged my own mother?

Worse. Much worse.

Worse?!

What the...

Mobile rings

hello?

Who?

Yeah, Jack Rafferty speaking.

Sorry, it's a bad line,
who am I talking to?

Hey, Lulu's grandmother.

Why, granny, what
big ears you've got.

Cheer up, bri!

Honestly, the look on your face!

What you going to do now?

Clap me in irons? Apply
the letter of the law?

Surely not tonight, we're
all having so much fun.

Besides, I could be very
useful to an old soak like you.

What did you say? How is life on the
wagon, hey? Good days and bad days.

You been checking up
on me? There's no need.

Fizzy water, blood-shot eyes, that trapped nerve
in your left cheek. You want me to make you a list?

Sandra... Look at
you, freshly douched!

What you going to do, kiss me
or kill me? How about Nick you?

Ow. Probably deserved that one.

For the record, how long have
you and mr Skye been shagging.

Two years. Why?

I'm amazed you give
him the time of day.

Let her have it. Both barrels. Who
knows, may be she just fancied me?

Top a like a Tom cat
when this one gets going.

I'd like to formally
interview you.

Leaving aside the lack
of evidence against us,

the underhand and slightly
naff means used to get here,

she's got 50-odd people who've
paid through the nose to come here.

Let her have her party.

Go on and then we'll answer
as many questions you like.

Mobile rings excuse me...

Brian...

Hi, Gerry, what you got? August '98, Lulu quester
got a temporary job with a theatrical agency.

The same agency that
represented Brandon Skye.

Now although Lulu denied it my contact
suspects there was a secret boyfriend...

Ok, keep digging and let
me know if you get anything.

Got ya.

What Brandon doesn't realise
is that we've got the script

and if we can persuade Lulu to
talk to us, we might have a case.

Brian, what are you doing? He's
planning something I'm sure of it.

But what's he after?
That's the point.

High frequency words.

If I just had him down on tape.

Oh, and the eyes, the eyes.

Is it up to the right or down to
the left? It says here, somewhere...

I think it's page 37... Brian.

If these books weren't such a bloody
mess, I might just hear myself think.

Brian, let's go home.

Don't you dare. I'm
concerned about you.

No need.

I am, as they say, past saving.

About 27 years past,
according to Esther.

I'm not going anywhere, Sandra.

Not till we've got him.

All right, I'll see if I can lean
on Lulu, get her on side, until...

This is their corporate hq!

Must be stuffed with records.
You know, paperwork, letters.

No harm in having a look, Sandra...
Don't you even begin to go there!

Now, you get an early night.

Promise me,

promise me!

Disco music

♪ gimme the groove... ♪

Ah,

you've disappointed me, Brandon.

Lulu.

Simone...

Detective superintendent
Pullman works for me... right.

A friend of yours says, "hello."

Lulu quester.

17th June 1999.

Ah, doubly
disappointed, Brandon.

Classic substitution code.

Oh, Brandon!

What have we got...

There's an I, there's a u...

I told you, I've only
known him for two years.

And your colleagues at
the agency will back you up?

He's a bully.

You don't know him.

Let me guess... he's funny, clever,
got an ego the size of Texas and you

feel about two inches tall when
you're not with him. He looks after me.

Really, cos he sure as hell kicks
the crap out of everybody else.

M... must

you must...

Apply the letter of the law?

Let her have her party.

Let her have it both barrels.

Letter, letter,
letter of the law.

"You must think I
was born yesterday."

Shit! Shit!

You must think I
was born yesterday.

Applause

You might think you've got the run of me, but let me
tell you, you're not half as clever as you're stupid.

Brian, that's enough. And
I am gonna take you apart,

cog by cog and wheel by wheel,
then we'll see who's laughing.

Brian, Brian, Brian...

You take the infinite suggestibility of the
human mind and you turn it into clockwork.

Has anybody heard the
one about the flemish priest?

No?

He runs to this hospital ward to give the
last rites to this dying peasant. Anyway,

he goes and gives
it the wrong man.

Some poor sod who's only
in there for a hernia operation.

Half an hour later the
guy with the hernia is dead

and the dying peasant, well, he's
probably planting potatoes as we speak.

And?

I'm delivering your last rites right
now and you don't even know it.

What's that supposed to mean?

You old soak.

You don't think that's orange
juice in your glass, do you?

We're not done here.

Brian! Brian,
stay out of the car.

Brian, you can't even
drive for Christ sake!

It's all right. I'll drive you.

We're looking for Merlin.

Merlin? Also known as clive
burgess. Gentleman with a stammer?

Thought you might
have kept in touch?

I try not to look back,
those days are long gone.

Ask around at the magic circle. You never thought
of having a go at the magic yourself, then?

Abracadabra.

Ping!

Very good. That'll be my dinner.

Yes, I thought I
could smell something.

Lasagne al forno.

Yes, well, uh, we'll see
ourselves out. Bon appetit.

Oh, my god.

What are you looking
at? Ok, let's go.

But surely he's over the limit? The
breathalyser came back negative.

Eh? The breathalyser
came back negative.

What are you saying, I
don't know drunk from sober?

No, Brian, course not.

He beat me.

Ok. Ok. I'll tell you the truth.

For the benefit of the tape, I'm
handing mr Skye exhibit sp23,

which is a copy of the script used
in the Billy carse television show

to hypnotise various
people, including Katie briers.

Now, mr Skye, I believe that in
connivance with your lover, Lulu quester,

you singled out Katie briers
as a vulnerable subject,

drove her to murder, thereby wrecking
the reputation of your rival, Billy carse.

You wrote this script, didn't you? And then you
gave it to miss quester to hand over to Billy.

I never wrote this. Read
my memoirs, chapter three,

"awakenings", I didn't get into
nlp until years after Katie briers.

I don't want to read
your memoirs, mr Skye.

Oh, look out,

here comes trouble. Brian
Lane has entered the room.

Bad hangover? Glass of oj
and a raw egg. Never fails.

I am handing mr
Skye exhibit sp37.

Will you please turn
to page 38, mr Skye?

Is this your hand-writing
on the left-hand margin?

Yes, but I... yes, or no?!

Yes.

Read it.

"Bury word patterns.

"Compel the subject
to act against their will.

"Maybe even..."

Maybe even murder, mr Skye?

I've never even read
this book. Funny that.

Right, here we go.

The withdrawals book from
the library at the magic circle.

I am now turning to June '97.

Oh, hello, there's your name,
mr Skye, withdrawing this book.

Exhibit sp37.

And again sp52, 64, 29,

each one of them covered
in more of the same.

This is a joke, right?

Who's laughing?

Phone rings

hello...

Merlin...

..Where are you?

Ok. So I set Lulu up
for the job with Billy.

She used to say I knew more
about Billy's next show than he did.

She let me at his ideas, his
subject profiles, I went through it all

and yes, Katie briers
looked lively enough,

popping Prozac like it
was going out of fashion.

Well, she wasn't
wrong there, was she?

You know, Lulu wanted to
pull her from the show but I said,

let her have her 15
minutes. It'll be fun,

but nobody, nobody was
ever meant to get murdered...

And, how many more times
do I have to say this to you,

I didn't write any script!

He set me up! Where's Lulu?

Look, it wasn't me, all right?

Mobile phone rings

interview suspended at 10.02.

Excuse me.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Who's the cleverest of them all?

Not you, mr Skye.

No, not me,

never was.

There's always
somebody cleverer.

Oh, come on,
don't flatter yourself.

Who?

Who was cleverer?

Mr burgess was discovered
last night outside tilbury docks.

Trying to leave the
country? Not exactly.

Those emails he's sent to Katie
weren't entirely honest, were they, Merlin?

I was led astray.

Yes. So he wanted
to make amends.

He tried to contact me and then
dropped in on his co-conspirator.

What co-conspirator?
Who showed him this.

Last thing I remember I was
standing in his living-room.

Who's living-room? Guy carse.

Don't tell me. He
was hypnotised.

Using this. So he walks up to tower
bridge and throws himself off the edge.

I c-can't even swim.

So how come you're not at the
bottom of the thames? I was saved.

Saved! He's got the luck
of the three blind mice.

He landed on a barge.
Knocked himself spark out.

It was a miracle.

Brian. Oh, hello, Katie.

They said on the news that
you've got him. Brandon Skye.

Do you ever get the feeling that
nothing's as simple as it needs to be?

It's the story of my life.

I've ordered a car to
take me back to ucos.

I'd like you to come with me. I'll
explain everything on the way there.

But Katie, you must trust me.

Car horn

that'll be our cab.

It was guy carse.

He wanted me to contact
Katie and frame Brandon Skye.

Why did you lie for him?

He said he'd fix my impediment.

He said Brandon needed teaching
a lesson and if I did what I was told,

he'd fix me for k-k-k-

keeps.

This is on the meter, mr carse.

No chance. This
one's on the firm.

Oh, very civil of you.

So tell me.

How many years was it you
worked as your brother's driver?

All our lives. And you never fancied
it yourself, the life of the magician?

With these legs?

Oh, I dunno. There's always room
for the back-room boys, the ideas men.

That's where the
real magic happens.

The preparation.

If you say so.

God is in the detail, as you once
remarked. Or was that the devil?

I suppose it depends.

So who was Billy's ideas man?

He worked alone.

Oh, come on, no need
to be so modest, mr carse.

Billy was nothing without you.

Look what happened
to him in Bucharest.

Poor bastard. If it hadn't been for your legs
it could have been you up there in lights.

Oh, no. Billy
always had the gift.

What gift's that, then?

He knew how to
make people love him.

Including you? Always.

What? Even when leggy
Lulu turned his head?

And you went from svengali to
spare part. Did you still love him then?

Billy still needed teaching
a lesson, though, didn't he?

So you sat tight and you waited
for the right subject to come along.

Someone fragile.

Ripe for the breaking.
Very good, mr Lane.

What was it gave me away?

Brandon Skye.

Turns out he always had you
pegged as the puppet-master.

He was just too vain to say so.

And this beauty.

Binding, here, see,
recently restored.

That's a craft practised
by your mate Merlin.

He opened up the book for you and planted new
entries for Brandon, only back-dated to 1997.

Then in went the
incriminating marginalia.

That must have taken days,
learning to copy the handwriting.

Months. Hell of a sacrifice.

Small change next to
some of the stuff I've done.

What was it you said,

the last thing you
remembered that day?

Can you stop the car, please?

The very last thing.

The wind in my hair.

Crack the window, will you,
love? I like fresh air in the car.

Billy told the truth.

He did bring Katie out of her
trance at the end of the war-game.

Then you hypnotised
her again a second time

and then you planted your script amongst
Billy's effects to lead us to Brandon.

Did you know? What?

Did you know that I would walk through
that door and murder my husband?

Call it a leap of faith.

Look at me.

Look at me. You
grubby little coward!

Come on, mr carse, stop
the car, the game's up now.

You ok? Listen, whenever you're
ready we are gonna need a statement.

Ok. What were you thinking of?

I know, I'm sorry. Not
good enough, Brian!

You don't get it, do
you? He believed me.

Nobody ever believed me.

They're not going to suspend you,
are they? Sandra? She wouldn't dare.

You know, the weird thing
is I almost feel sorry for him.

Sorry for who? Guy carse.

Losing the use of his legs. I mean, part of
me thinks, well, he's been punished once.

Hang on. He's always
been in that wheelchair.

Who, guy?

Chung ling soo.

Chung ling bloody soo!

Throughout his adult life he passed himself
off as infirm, all for the sake of one trick.

Now I knew he was dodgy
when he pranged my car.

I thought he didn't
touch your car.

No but he would have, if I
didn't had my wits about me.

And here's him giving me
grief. Gerry, he's in a wheelchair.

That's what I call political
correctness... gone mad!

Yeah, we know!

Look at him. Miles away.
Like Raymond briers' killer.

He can't get far.
They'll find him.

He could be halfway
to Peru by now.

Well, at least Katie knows the
truth. That's something. True.

So, are you going to tell
me about this hypnotist?

Gerry, you've
heard of a trigger,

well, the hypnotist plants in
his subject a particular trigger.

Something familiar,
close to the subject's heart.

Hit that trigger, cause a nuclear
reaction. And what's my reaction?

We daren't say. Well,
what's my trigger?

Well, I'd give the music of Gerry
Rafferty the widest possible berth.

Intro: "Baker Street"
by Gerry Rafferty

no!

♪ It's all right it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪