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...there was any way that
we were gonna get the deal done.

We have, and here we are.

Thank you.

It's been a long road
to get here.

But I hope you all agree
it's been worth it.

Here's to a bright new
future for us all.

Cheers!

What was that?

A bird just smashed through
the window?

- Ben?!
- Oh, my God.

[screams] No!

Ben!

Hey, Headphones.

We've got another homicide.
- Okay.

Coming? Or what?

Yeah, there were ten people in
the meeting, all pretty shocked.

They've all, uh,
given statements.

Yeah, and our victim was
Ben Jarrett, their lawyer.

He just signed off on
a high-stakes corporate merger.

Bullet through the heart.

Very clean.

Yeah, they're looking into
vantage points

for a sniper.

There's something strange about

the trajectory of the bullet.

Yeah, there is.

There must have been... two.

Two?

Yeah.

Well, the bullet
from that window

couldn't have killed the victim,

so, there must have been
two shots.

Yeah, but there's only one hole
in the glass.

So, what, are you saying
the killer was inside the room?

- Yeah.
- Are you sure?

Well, she's always sure.

We should look into
links between

the people present
and the victim, boss.

No, hang on.

Witnesses say they only heard
one gunshot.

What the hell's that?

Um, it's, uh, the genus
pica pica.

Sorry, what? Didn't do Latin
in Deptford.

Magpie.

Exactly. Um, a Eurasian magpie.

Well, maybe it came in through
the window

when the glass was shattered.

Is anyone else thinking
what I'm thinking?

Statistically unlikely, but...

Maybe it's a calling card.

‘The Magpie’.
- Oh, what, the infamous art

and jewelry thief?

This is York, not Monaco,
DI Monroe.

It's more likely the bird
did it.

Patience.

Hi.
- Hi.

I, I was just, uh...

this might be a bit, uh,
presumptuous or whatever,

but, um...

the address you got,
the one for your mom.

There's a bus that goes right
near it

if you... wanted to go this
weekend or...

one evening after work.
- Okay. Um...

I just want to say I'm really
happy to come along.

Why?

Well, you know, uh,
moral support.

Okay. Um, I'm not actually sure
I want to find her.

Okay, yeah.

Oh.
- Yeah, I'm gonna...

Okay. I d...

no pressure.

On the 13th of July 2016,

a £25 million
William Turner painting

vanishes from
Westminster Gallery.

It was one of his earlier
pieces, actually.

Focused more on
his architectural work.

Really interesting moment
in his car...

Anyway, there were guards,

no visitors, no alarm
was raised,

no trace, no prints, just this,

the thief's calling card.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, not now, Zinzi.

Sorry, Will. Carry on.

So, this theft heralded in
a series of increasingly

spectacular heists around
the world,

but no-one's ever been
able to unmask The Magpie.

Unmask? You make him sound like
Batman, Will.

Well, the next one took place
in Moscow.

Uh, ballistics have come back.
Patience, you were right.

There were two shots fired.

One through the window
and one into the victim,

fired from inside the room.

So, someone in that meeting

definitely pulled
the trigger, then?

Except apparently no one had
enough gunpowder residue

left on their clothes
to have fired the gun.

So...

was someone else present
that no-one saw?

Uh, The Magpie.

Yeah, but, I mean, is that
The Magpie's MO?

They're a thief, not a murderer.

Yeah, and they leave a stencil,

not an actual dead bird,
don't they?

And what about the two shots?
Why was only one shot heard?

I'll give my contact in Interpol
a call

and see if there's any
updates on The Magpie.

Good work, Will. Well done.

Yeah, we're looking for
any recent intel,

any evidence they've moved
from art theft

and jewelry heist to
a... a homicide in York.

Listen, thanks for that, Rob.
I've, uh, I've got to go.

You're a hard man
to get hold of.

Huh, not hard enough.

Listen, I just wanted
a quick chat

about your socials.

You haven't posted anything
all week.

Yeah, I've been a bit busy.

Well, yeah, sure, but...

the rebranding
is gonna lose momentum.

Yeah, there's no point me
posting about work

if I'm not actually doing any.

You know, I'm sorry I haven't
wanged on about my risotto,

or the color of my duvet.

We're in the middle of
a serious investigation.

Is that the York homicide?

Look, I've got to go, but I, I
will post to the internet, okay?

So, what have we got on
the victim?

Uh, he was single, no kids,

no close friends, no girlfriend,
just colleagues,

looks like the guy
lived for his work.

Here's something. A Guy Delton,

he was on the list of visitors

to the office building
this morning.

He's also on the list
of Interpol's Magpie suspects.

Right. Well, he's not hard
to find,

he's all over social media.

Yeah, he's a pretty famous
behavioral psychologist,

sort of breakfast TV type, right?

Apparently, he's got
a new book out,

and he's doing a signing in
York right now.

Yeah, I'll go.

Might be free wine.

The Mastery of Misdirection.

It's the basis of most
magic tricks.

You look behind the curtain

and you'll find magicians rely
on your brain

taking shortcuts,

making assumptions,

and filling in the blanks.

And that's when you...

fall in the trap.

Thank you.

Who should I make it out to?

Oh...

City of York Police.

Oh.

I have quite a few fans
in the police force.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I don’t.

I'd like to talk to you about...

Magpie.

I read minds.

And, um...

it's all over social media.

Yeah, it's gone viral.

I bet your friend Zinzi
will be pleased.

How does she know about this?

Eavesdropping, I presume.

Hello, um, sorry,
can I interrupt?

- Oh, please do.
- Okay.

Uh, so, I, I did find something
in the archives

on Ben Jarrett. He reported
a mugging about two weeks ago.

Sounds like an opportunist took
his house keys.

Anything happen with
the muggers?

Have we managed to
track ‘em down?

No. We did actually give him
a parking ticket

when he came to report it.

Oh, brilliant.

Oh, Guy Delton's
in the interview room.

See what he's got to say
for himself.

Do you want me in on this one?

No, but I wouldn't mind
your eyes on it.

You got time?

- Mm.
- Come on, then.

This seems like a bunch of
wild accusations, DI Monroe.

I don't think I've accused you
of anything yet.

I've got a feeling I will,
so we've got that

to look forward to, eh?

I thought the police were
supposed to use evidence.

Alright. Here's your evidence.

The register and the CCTV
show you entering the building

an hour before the murder,
and leaving 20 minutes after.

What were you doing there?
- I was meeting

a potential new publisher.

Orford Press.

My current ones are a bunch
of charlatans.

Who did you meet with?

Well, no-one in the end.

I was asked to wait
as they were running late,

and eventually a PA

had the audacity to tell me

that the meeting was canceled.

You're welcome to check.

Oh, we have.

We could see that you signed in
for a meeting

with the Orford Press,
but the publisher

has no office in the building,
and no PA working there.

She’s got him.

They also told us that
they'd never

been in touch with you.

Well...

I'm at a loss.

As, I suspect, are you.

These questions seem rather
tangential, DI Monroe.

I'm wondering if The Magpie has
rather stumped you.

Hmm? He does that.

It's all riddles.
There's no solution.

How frustrating.

I don't know about you,

but it's not in my nature

to live my life riddled
with curiosity.

I need to go.

Just need, um...
- Yeah, sure.

Uh, you're not still worried
about DI Monroe, are you?

I think she's coming around.

Um, no. Uh, It's not that.
I just...

I just need to do something.

Hi. Um, Elliot.

I...I think I've changed
my mind.

Uh, I...I need to know.

I'm particularly curious about
why I'm still here.

Alright, Guy. I'm sorry,
may I call you Guy?

Please.

Free to go.

Or...

you could... give us
the benefit of...

one of the finest minds
of our time.

This is nuts.

I've worked with criminal
profiles like him before.

He's a classic narcissist.
He wants a show.

Yeah, or maybe he's just trying
to muddy the water.

I'm telling you, with that level
of arrogance, he will confess.

He's dying to take credit.

- He is a master manipulator.
- Jake.

I can handle him.

And what other choice
do we have?

The victim was killed here?

Obviously.

So...

everyone's around the table

listening to
the lawyer's speech.

They raise a glass.

Oh, ha-ha, and a noise makes
them turn their heads.

They see a broken window...

and a bird on the floor.

One colleague wonders,

did a bird just smash through
the window?

And your victim collapses.
Stone cold dead.

I'm spot on, aren't I?

Yes, according to eyewitnesses.

Would you like to know what
actually happened?

- DI Monroe.
- Please. The floor is yours.

Looking at it, one might deduce
there was only one shot.

- And only one shot was heard.
- DI Monroe.

Wrong!

No shots were heard.

Uh, but we have witnesses that
say that they...

First, there is the magpie.

Dropped to the floor.

Then, the first shot...

which breaks the window.

Gun has a silencer.

It's the noise of
the shattering glass

that draws everyone's attention,
thus distract them.

When the victim cries out,

everyone turns back to look.

They see the bullet wound,

and their brains do the rest,

putting the facts in the most
logical order,

telling them that what they
heard was a gunshot,

when in fact...

it was simply shattering glass.

So, why did you do it?

Oh, no-uh.

No confession today,
DI Monroe.

I'm not your murderer.

Then what are we doing here?

We are admiring
The Magpie's handiwork.

I knew there'd be a trick,
and there was.

It's so elegant.

It's all about misdirection.

It's his forte.

Are you aware of the gorilla
basketball test?

Are you aware of wasting
police time?

A focus group was asked to count
the number of passes played

between two basketball teams.

During the game, an actor
dressed as a gorilla

flagrantly bounded onto
the court.

Most viewers,
focusing on the ball,

didn't even notice him.

Yeah, well, they sound like
a bunch of idiots.

Their attention
was simply elsewhere,

as was yours, DI Monroe.

What?

He's removed his handcuffs.

That's what I was trying
to tell you.

You're a clever girl.
You'd spot the gorilla.

The brain.

It's fascinating.

It's such an interesting
and yet...

untrustworthy organ.

Alright, you can say it.

- Boss?
- I got had.

But at least now we know how
the murder went down.

And he can shove
his untrustworthy organ.

And yes, I do know
how that sounds.

This is it.

So, how come you
changed your mind?

Well, I guess it's...

I guess it's better not to be
riddled with curiosity

all my life.

Ready?

Yeah.

- Oh, thank you.
- Here you go.

I don't really know
what I can tell you.

Your mom moved away
a long time ago.

It's just me and my daughter,
Maddie, here.

Right.

Do you...

Do you know where she moved to?

You don't know?

She passed away.

When?

About 13 years ago.

I'm so sorry.

Hang on.

This was here when I came.

I think this is you.

You held on to this
for 13 years?

I never throw anything away.

Mommy, can you come and
help me? Mommy!

Oh, Maddie.

Sorry, won't be a second.

You okay?

Stupid question.
- I'm fine.

Is that you?

Yeah, and her.

You want me to help you
put it on?

No.

No, I don't want to wear it.

Um, we're gonna go.

Of course.

I'm sorry to give you
such sad news.

If there's anything else...

Uh, thank you. Sorry.

He was right, wasn't he?

All the witnesses say
they only heard one shot.

I've got something for you.

Oh, right. Can you...

watch out, that’s from the, um,
from the Cayman Islands.

Oh, sorry, oh.

What you got, then?

Ben Jarrett, our victim,

was a loyal visitor.

Angels of the North.

No cliché spared.

His login history shows

he always requested
the same girl.

Amber.

What does that mean?
Specialist in GFE?

Girlfriend experience.

Oh, what's that, then?

It seems, um, just like
accompanying clients

to, to parties and taking ‘em
on dates, that sort of thing.

Want to go and meet her, Jake?

- What, me?
- Yeah.

You're a police officer,
I'm not asking you

to go on a date with her.

No. Yeah, no, of course.
Alright.

Jake?

I'm Amber.

I was so happy to get your call.

I hope you didn't have to come
too far.

So, what, um, what kind
of thing are you looking for?

Look, I'm not interested in how
you make a living, alright?

I want to know about a client
of yours, Ben Jarrett.

- Oh, I'm afraid I can't.
- He's been murdered.

Oh, my God.

Did you know him well?

Well, he was my client, but...

we were close.

What happened?

We don't fully know.

Did he ever mention anything
he was worried about?

Family, friends?

No, he didn't talk about
his private life at all.

I don't think he had much
of one.

He traveled a lot for work.

I know he found that stressful.

He wanted to slow down a bit.

Did he have a plan?

Um, he said he wanted
more time with me,

and to do the things he loved.

It's gonna sound silly,
but he was really into magic.

Magic?

Uh, it's just through here.

Miss Evans.

Not such a goody
two-shoes after all.

Pets in the workplace, I'm quite
sure there's rules about that.

Um, well...

Yes, there are...

there are several rules
about it.

Well, it's just no one
actually...

they don't come back here.

I didn't think...
- Chill out.

It's cool.

So, um...

what are we looking for exactly?
Just talk me through this.

Yeah, okay. Well, I'm acutely
aware of noise,

but also silence.

The noise is the hundreds
of cases

involving Ben Jarrett
as a lawyer,

which are totally unrelated
to his death.

So, if you block that out,

you can see what you need to.

1995, Ben Jarrett was arrested

for pick-pocketing.

Uh, he was a teenager.

And pick-pocketing,

seems he was pretty
successful at it.

Um, there's something else
I need to show you.

Wow, you've been busy.

So,

30th of July 2016.

Ben Jarrett was in London

the day the Turner was stolen.

4th of May 2018,

he traveled to Moscow

the day the Narkovsky diamonds
were taken

from a jeweler's
in the Red Square.

Lastly, 6th of August 2022,

he stayed in the Infinity
Oasis Hotel

the day the Magpie stole
the takings

from the Dubai Steeplechase.

And Amber said he traveled
a lot for work.

Looks like he wasn't just
clocking up air miles.

Ben Jarrett wasn't
The Magpie's victim.

He was The Magpie.

Brilliant.

But we're still no closer
to the murderer.

- How sure are you?
- Will?

Jarrett's bank account's
healthy,

but it's in line with a lawyer's
income. No red flags.

- Where are the millions?
- Good question.

There's no paper trail
for any of The Magpie's takings.

Jake, what have you got?

Well, I managed to get hold of

Ben Jarrett's juvenile file.

He did spend some time
in a Young Offenders,

and this place hit the news

because they ran
a special rehab program

with a guy called Jay Presto.
- Oh...

Uh, who's Jay Presto?

What? Oh, he was a famous
TV magician.

He was huge in the 80s,
wasn't he?

- Yeah. Woo!
- Woo-hoo.

Never heard of him.

Yeah, and Zinzi says
I'm out of touch.

Well, anyway, you're in luck,

'cause these days Jay Presto

runs a little magic museum,
so...

Ah, cool. How about it,
Headphones?

Hm?

Managed to identify The Magpie.

Interpol failed to do that
for two decades.

Let's see what else you've got.

Okay.

Right, guys. Keep digging.

Oh! Oh, wow.

Wow, this is amazing.
This is amazing.

Jay Presto, like, was
Saturday morning TV.

Had this brilliant show.
Everyone watched.

I didn't watch.

I spent my Saturday mornings
trying to improve

my interpretation
and understanding

of regression coefficients.

The sword box.

Do you know, I still have
absolutely no idea

how he did it.

Really?

Well, it's actually...
it's very simple.

The assistant would look like
she's lying fully down,

but really she'd only be in
this middle compartment,

so, all the long swords would go
into the empty compartments,

these would be angled
up or down...

And actually, it's...

I didn't want to know, but...

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Hello, Mr. Presto.

Um, I'm, uh, DI Monroe from
City of York Police.

I'd just like to ask you
a few questions.

Pick a card.

Go on.

Okay.

- Lovely.
- Do I look at it?

Hm-mm.

Now put it back in the deck,
sweetie pie.

That's the stuff.

Is that your card?

No.

How about...

that one?

Yes.

Yes, it is, yep.

Hm. Very clever.

It's a sleight of hand.
It's a technique.

It's very easy to master if
you've got the right...

Yeah, could you stop spoiling
the magic?

Hmm.

Zinzi.

Hi. Do you want a drink?
Uh, I've brought you a kombucha.

I don't know what that is.

- The, uh, tweet you tweeted.
- You mean my post?

Whatever.

You compromised
an investigation.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Now, look, the Chief Constable
thinks this is necessary,

but if you can't learn to
respect police procedure,

it's not gonna work.
Do you understand?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
of course.

This is serious.
It's not a supermarket.

I know, I kno...

I know, I shouldn't have
done it.

Damn right you shouldn't.

I feel terrible, DCI Baxter.

I've completely overstepped.

It's okay. I mean,
obviously it's not,

but... we all make mistakes,

so just don't worry about it.

You alright?

Yeah.

Thank you.

And I promise you, this will
never happen again.

Good.

And I'll make sure I tweet
post this afternoon.

I mean, it's just post, but...

I know.

Mm.

No.

No, I've not seen
Ben Jarrett for years.

He was one of my protégés
at the Young Offenders Center.

What was he like?

Eager to learn.

Absorbed everything.

He was talented.
- At magic tricks?

And basic illusion.

Can I?

Yes.

Don't worry if you don't get it.

That's foxed the best of us,
sweetie pie.

So, you taught young
offenders magic?

Mm.

Whatever happened to carpentry?

Well, magic gave them
confidence,

the ability to engage
with others

and develop their intuition.

I turned pickpockets into...

Well, what did Ben Jarrett do?

He was a lawyer.

Well, there you are.

Listen, I'm sorry I can't be of
more help.

No, I mean, just...

If you think of anything, uh,
just, um...

Let me give you this.

And...

let me give you this.

And let me give you this.

Solved.

Hmm.

She's a police officer
and they are just tricks,

so, I don't understand how
she didn't see through them.

Hm.

I think it's down to brain
wiring, you know?

How do you mean?

Well, it's like my mom.
She's... neurotypical.

She's an artist.

And she loves these
Impressionist paintings.

So, when she looks at them,

she can see like a landscape,

or maybe, maybe a train.

But...

when I look at one,
I just see blobs of color.

Yeah, I'm like you.

But I think it's good 'cause
I can spot details

my NT friends can't.

Like a nest in a tree
or a face in the window.

Yeah. My brother has a Batman
movie poster,

and one of the bats is flying
upside down.

That's impossible.

Exactly.

And he doesn't seem to care.

In fact, he got annoyed
when I pointed it out.

Maybe you ruined it for him.

Don't get me started on Batman.

The Bat-mobile is obviously
powered by a gas turbine engine.

But the noise is of...

a piston engine.

It's completely ludicrous.

It's her. It is.

Yep.

Hi.

Yeah, look who turns up
half hour

before Ben Jarrett's murder

and leaves 10 minutes after.

Amber, Jarrett's favorite
girlfriend experience.

Oh, um, I just actually wanted
to talk to DI Monroe.

Oh.

Shoot.
- Um...

Well, I...I just wanted
to apologize

for ruining the magic
the other day.

- What?
- Well, I just...

I didn't get how you kept
missing the tricks.

And, and I realize that your
brain's wired differently,

but I just wanted to
say I'm sorry.

Right, uh, thank you.

Why didn't you tell us that you
were at the scene of the crime?

I knew it would look bad.

Yeah, it looks worse now.

I can explain.

I think you should.

Two days before Ben died,

I got an email
from a new client.

He wanted to play a trick
on an old friend.

Who?

Someone called Guy Delton.

I had to pose as a PA for
a publishing firm,

keep him waiting, um,

and then tell him the
appointment was canceled.

And you didn't ask any
questions?

He paid me a grand, and I had no
reason to be wary.

But then when I found out that
Ben had been killed, I, um...

I was just too freaked out
to say anything.

And who was the client?

He didn't give a name.
It was all done by email.

- Will.
- On it.

And did Ben Jarrett mention
any financial set-ups,

like offshore accounts
for insurance?

No, no. God, no.
He, he, he would never.

He wasn't like that.

We just did normal stuff.

You know, we watched TV,
went to dinner.

You know that, um,
antique center?

He loved the little
curiosities place.

He was such a nerd.

It's kind of adorable.

Sorry.

No.

No, that's okay. Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

I guess we're releasing
Guy Delton then,

if Amber's given him an alibi.

Yeah. I was really looking
forward to

pinning something on him
as well.

He was such a piece of work.

Ah, well, I don't think the
master

of misdirection
will love the fact

that he was duped,
if that's any consolation.

Yeah, sort of.

Wait, Will, go back 10 seconds

in that CCTV of
the business center.

So, there were five members

on the SOCO team that day,

but look, six. Six come out.

Hang on.

She's right.

Yeah, so who's the sixth?

Our murderer making his getaway?

Have you got our emails up?

Yeah, he doesn't give much away,

this anonymous client.

- What's the address?
- It's encrypted.

Dear... thank you
and good luck, sweetie pie.

Sweetie pie?

Search warrant, sweetie pie.

Check upstairs.

What the hell do you think
you're playing at?

This is outrageous.

How well did you know
Guy Delton, Jay?

- Who?
- The man you framed

for Ben Jarrett's murder.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I won't be saying another word
until my lawyer gets here.

Boss?

It has a silencer.

There's... there's no need
for that.

You let me get my coat?

DI Monroe:
Oh, for Christ’s sake.

Oh, f... where is he?

Here, take that.

- DI Monroe: Is he outside?
- No.

DI Monroe: Did he come past you?

- Here.
- Did you check in there?

Yeah.

Why did you do it, Jay?

Why did you kill him?

You knew who Ben Jarrett
really was.

Was it envy 'cause he was
The Magpie?

Still a step behind, DI Monroe.

He wasn't The Magpie.

We were The Magpie.

Aargh! Oh.

Jay Presto, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder

of Ben Jarrett.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you later
rely on in court.

And anything you do say

may be used in evidence
against you.

So...

all you did was just launder
the money, stick it offshore.

Jarrett took all the risks.

You were just a glorified
accountant.

I was the mastermind behind
every single heist.

They were my ideas,

my strategies.

And then he had the gall
to think he could go it alone.

So, he broke in.

Stole the Narkovsky blue
diamonds, worth three million.

DI Monroe: And then you tried to
get them back, had him mugged,

got his keys.

His was an act of war.
I had no choice.

But they had vanished.

Killing was revenge.

You framed Guy Delton

'cause you knew he was
top of Interpol's list

as Magpie suspect.

As if Delton could be
The Magpie.

Jumped up mind reader.

Not a fan.

No, I mean, me neither.

Master of misdirection.

Unreadable. Self-congratulatory,
dull, bit like him.

Yeah, he's a snitch.

He learned our secrets.

Sold them to the public
as psychology.

It was completely unethical.

Unethical, yeah,
that's interesting.

I suppose murder doesn't...

doesn't seem unethical

when you're humiliated, betrayed.

Where's my lawyer?

Your book, oh, now,
that'll be a read.

The Magpie.

What a story.

You had us all running round
in circles for decades.

What did, um...

Time Magazine call you?

Genius.

Brilliantly creative.

Of course, you know,
at the moment everyone

thinks it's Jarrett, you know.

I mean, that's who
the miniseries will be about.

The podcast.

You, you'll...

You'll just be that bloke

who did some card tricks
with a puppet

in the 80s.

And your...

greatest...

feat of illusion...

killing Jarrett,

no one's ever gonna know
how you did it.

How you evaded the cameras.

Stole a uniform.

Hid in a cupboard.

Hid in a cupboard?

No.

It's not some act of whimsy.

You don't just borrow a costume
and turn up

like it's World Book Day.

No, something like this,

it takes... meticulous planning.

I befriended the concierge.

Found the schedule for
their catering company,

insinuated myself into
their temporary staff rota.

Entered the building

the night before, ready for
an early start

as catering liaison

for an important merger meeting.

He didn't even look up.

Everything I taught him
about observation,

and he didn't even see me
right in front of his face.

I'm the best.

And he forgot that.

I waited it out in the building

while you clucked around
the crime scene.

Enjoyed the champagne
and then...

left with your forensics team.

You know, you'd think
they'd be more observant,

given their job.

Anyway...

I'm sure you'll agree it
was a brilliant feat

of misdirection.

Absolutely, yeah.

Well done.

Still got caught, though.

And neither of us are any wiser
as to

where the Narkovsky
diamonds are.

It looks like
we've both been had.

Thought you'd be out
with the team this afternoon.

To celebrate.

Mm. I think it's probably
too early to celebrate

and... I don't really think
I'm part of the team.

Oh, really?

You look like you are to me.

Um, also...

thank you for...

coming with me the other day.

It was...
- No, of course.

I am sorry about your mom.

It's fine.

Do you think you'll ever want to
wear the necklace?

I don't... I don't know.
I don't...

I don't think I can forgive her.
So...

Oh, look at that.

I didn't know you were
into antiques.

I know this place.

I had a girlfriend
who worked here.

Oh. Ha.

- Oh, you're jealous?
- No.

I mean, it's not surprising.

I'm known as 'hot stuff'
in forensics.

Must be all the PPE.
- Yeah.

I have noticed you can't keep
your eyes off me.

It's the overshoes.

Oh, yes. They are sexy.

Let's go in.

Sure.

Right, okay, Evans, spill it.

What are we actually here for?

Well, the Narkovsky
blue diamonds.

The Narkovsky blue diamonds, right.

Never boring with you.

And what, you think
they're here somewhere?

I don't know.

Ben Jarrett liked it in here.

Well, wouldn't he have stashed
them in a safe somewhere?

I think he liked the game of it.

I mean, there'd be no fun in
hiding them away.

Too easy.

And most people don't see
the gorilla.

So, are we looking for
diamonds or a gorilla?

That's not a magpie.

No, that's a cuckoo.

But it's sitting on
a magpie's nest, though.

But, well, that's what they do.
They steal them.

What?

It's a diamond.

Amazing.

Unknown from
an anonymous collector.

Two.

Three.

I knew it.

It's him. It's The Magpie.

Hiding in plain sight.