All language subtitles for 301 - Death Defying Acts

...for our next
death-defying spectacular

in the Cavalcade of Mysteries!

As you can see,
ladies and gentlemen,

the blade is deadly sharp.

No magic for you tonight, then,
miss?

Oh, 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.

Ripped By mstoll

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, uh, 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.

Oh!

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.

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 fiancée.

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, what,
poor Pearl was murdered?

Lord, no.

Oh, she was so kind
and generous.

This theater
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 onstage?

Anyone who used the props store.

Sid Forrest 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.
That's most helpful.

Keep your eye
on the contortionist, Dot,

while I follow up
with Mr. Forrest.

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 theater 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.

I'm afraid
that's all I know him as.

Um, Sid Forrest?

Yes, yes.
He'll be in the props store.

Uh, this way.

Did you notice anything
unusual, Mr. Forrest,

when you wheeled
the guillotine onstage?

No, it all looked good to me.
What was I supposed to notice?

So Pearl had done it before
without incident?

About a hundred 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 10 years.

Not since what's her name left.

Tillie, I think it was.
Before my time.

Are you a magician too, Sid?

No, I'm just
the general dogsbody.

Didn't they tell you that?

Oh, 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.

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, 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 and tell you what we find?

You can't.
Sorry.

Miss Fisher has
a gentleman house guest.

Constable.
You working or gossiping?

I'm work-- It's -- I'm working.
Working, sir.

Well, have you
finished fraternizing?

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!
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.

Show over, my dear?
I thought a Manhattan or two.

Out of the cab.

Uh, I...

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
10 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 theater and offer the
troupe your steadfast support?

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've spent it?

There've been unforeseen 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. Mac.
- Good, you're here.

For a moment there, I thought
I stood an even chance.

Mac doesn't play favorites,
Jack,

unlike her predecessor, who
never, ever told me anything.

I promise to withstand
her inveigling and bribery

for as long as humanly possible.

Telephone me when you have more
on Miss Dyson.

- Of course.
- Jack, I've only just arrived.

Did you know Sid Forrest
is a sword swallower?

A man of many talents, I'm sure.

Perhaps you should
invite him to supper.

Good day.

What have 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 ax.

Ah, sir!

I've found an inconsistency with
Miss Eva Callahan's statement.

Go on.

Well, according to your notes,

she set up the guillotine
at a quarter past 7:00.

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.

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've been meaning 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?
- I...

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 clairvoyancy,

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.

I got nothing against her type,
but I'm damn good at what I do.

I 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.

That -- That paint's been there
for days.

You can't pin that on me.

Not yet, Mr. Forrest.

But if we do tests
on those filings

and they match the nail used
to sabotage the guillotine,

there 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 marvelous.

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?

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.

- Where the blazes have you been?
- Looking after your interests.

This should cover
the theater's rent

plus outstanding wages

and a little something extra
for any inconvenience caused.

Some good news at last.

This will certainly help
the cash box.

Thank you, Baron.
I'm -- I'm sorry I doubted you.

No harm done.
Just a small delay.

Ah, now this --
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 do 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.

Urn, if you wouldn't mind
waiting in the parlor.

Miss Fisher's
been slightly detained.

I know you're in here, Sarah.

I do apologize, Inspector.

I'm sure Miss Fisher
will be here shortly.

Whoa!

- 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.

Why don't you sit down
and have another drink?

No, no, no. I-I need to make
something perfectly clear.

Go ahead.

You know
I'm a liberal-minded man.

M-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 Russian clairvoyants.

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!

Was that you?

Ah -- Ah-choo!

Good morning, Inspector.
I've pressed your suit.

Thank you, Mr. Butler.

No trouble at all, sir.

Hungry?

I can recommend the omelet.

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 omelet.

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 pajamas?

Mr. Butler, of course.

After I undressed you.

Coming through!

Urgent delivery.

Good morning.

Why did you take this money?

Because it was owed to me

and I needed it
to send to Pearl's auntie

so she could buy her
a proper headstone.

Shouldn't Mr. Mackenzie do that,
as Pearl's fiancé?

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 Tillie, 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.

That's why Sid tried to stop me
with his sword-throwing trick.

I'll reserve judgment
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.

She was obviously
a big part of the show.

Why did she leave?

- S-She made --
- Eva!

She didn't leave.

- She died.
- It's not true.

Eva, please, you don't need to
cover up for me anymore.

I've had enough.

Millie drowned 10 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

for the manslaughter of my wife,

Millie Mackenzie.

10 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.

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.

Oh, dear.

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'd told Mervin
the truth,

that 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.

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?

How could you trick me
like this?

- Millie was my wife!
- Aah! 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's 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.

And the last thing Sid wanted

was for 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,
diarrhea.

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.

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 10 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 10 years ago.

What are you so afraid of?

Ah, 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 theater too.

I've just had a call.
We've 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.

So 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!

Oh!

You were right
about Sid Forrest, 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.

- Mm.
- Nothing on Miss Norden, though?

Just like Mackenzie.
He's...

Hang on.
Where's the...

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?

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.

Ah. Brava.

You can read minds?

I can see what that guy
in the back row is thinking too.

Stop that, you naughty boy.

Yes!

This is more like it.

J.C. 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!

Ladies and gentlemen,
girls and boys,

at last what you've all been
waiting for!

I give you
my Miraculous Mermaid!

Anyone here?

Hugh!

Dottie, what are you doing here?

Look at this.

Millie Naylor
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 all right?

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'd 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 even knew I 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.

Oh, your father has
just arrived, Miss Fisher.

Not again.

Urn, 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 will 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 drafty.

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.

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