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"Letting 'I dare not'
wait upon 'I would',

like the poor cat I' the adage?"

That which hath made them drunk
hath made me bold.

What hath quenched them
hath given me fire.

Hark!

Peace.

It was the owl that shrieked.

The fatal bellman, which gives
the stern'st goodnight.

He is about it.

The doors are open,
and the surfeited grooms

do mock their charge
with snores.

I have drugged their possets,

that death and nature do contend
about them, whether they live...

Or die.

Aagh.

The bloody knife is real!
Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

I'm not superstitious,
not in the slightest.

I don't pay that sort of thing
any sort of attention.

Quite right.

But I went to this party
and there was this woman there.

-Maureen.
-Did you get a second name?

-No.
-Description?

Maybe we should find out
what the issue is first.

Go ahead. In your own time.

Well, she was kind of like
a, er...

you know... a witch.

Like an actual witch?

Well, no.

I mean, she wasn't wearing
a pointy hat or anything.

She...
She claimed to have the gift.

Second sight,
I think they call it.

She could see into the future
and she saw me...

-dying on stage.
-In a bad performance sense?

In a not living any more sense.

Yeah, I'm... I'm not sure how we
would investigate a prediction.

I... I know how this sounds,

but, like I said,
I am not superstitious.

But I am just about to begin
a run of... Macbeth...

-Hm?
-Macbeth, at the Dalton.

-More witches.
-This is a big deal for me.

It's my first lead and Maureen
has given me the willies.

Look, I know it's twaddle,

but I'd feel better knowing
you were looking into it.

I'm sorry, Marcus,
you seem like a nice fella

but Fergus is right,
there's nothing to investigate.

Let's not be so hasty.

Fergus could do with
a dive into Shakespeare.

It's going to be
in your next term at Trinity.

Yeah, yeah.

You know what?
He could go undercover.

I could get you in
as a stagehand.

-Sure, yeah.
-I'm sorry, Marcus.

Could you give us a moment
to confer?

Sure.

Shouldn't we agree unanimously

on which cases
the agency takes on?

No. I mean,
you've just rocked up here.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're the intern.

I've got years of experience
with investigations, Mother.

A lot of people would be happy
to have my input.

Good! So, go work for them.

-So...
-We'll look into your case, Marcus.

The lighting rig is still down.

I don't understand why it's not up if
we're gonna have actors on the stage.

All of this was discussed
in the production meeting.

-Ruth?
-Why hasn't it been done? I don't understand.

-Ruth?
-Why didn't you do it?

Excuse me, Ruth, um...

Ferg, this is Ruth Baird,
the producer.

Ruth, this is my cousin, Fergus,
I told you about.

You want to work in a theatre,
do you? What can you do?

Anything. I like to work.

Music to my ears. Any good
with a hammer and nails?

Try me.

-Hiya.
-All right?

Er... I'm... I...

This could be great
for the Dalton,

a real talking point.

You want me
to take out 30 stall seats

just so Hugo can satisfy
his latest whim?

To keep him happy.
A happy Hugo is an engaged Hugo.

Which means
we'll stay on schedule.

Which means I won't get
another ulcer

and we both know he'll go
off the idea by opening night.

How about this?
You can have the extra stage

if you guarantee
the lost revenue to the house.

-Fine.
-Don't be so hasty.

If this run isn't a success,
you'll lose a lot of money.

It's going to be a hit.

Oh, right.

Why don't you and I
grab a drink?

And you can try and convince me.

-Who was that with Ruth?
-Oh, that's Sam Dalton.

Dalton? As in Dalton theatre?

Yeah. His grandfather opened it
50-odd years ago.

Heard of Guy Dalton?
He was a film star.

Worked with all the old greats.
Ah, Jimmy Stewart, Kirk Douglas.

-Elizabeth Taylor?
-Nnn?

Then as he got older, he started
thinking about his legacy

and decided to open up a theatre
in his ancestral home.

-And now his grandson runs it?
-It's the age of the nepo baby.

-Coming through.
-Gather, ye! Gather, ye.

Gather, ye. Quiet, please!

Marcus, my marvellous Macbeth,
don't think.

Act three, scene one.

"Now, if you have a station..."

Go!

Now, if you have a station
in the file,

not I' the worst rank
of manhood, say it,

and I'll put that business
in your bosom

whose execution takes
your enemy off...

-I just need to use the loo.
-grapples you to the heart

-and love of us...
-My liege.

The vile blows
and buffets of the world

hath so incensed
that I am reckless

what I do to spite the world.

And I another,
so weary with desire...

No, stop, stop, stop!

-Are you bored?
-No.

You're going to murder a man,

an important man,
a king no less,

and you sound like you'd rather
be doing something else.

Playing your X-Box maybe?

-Playing your bongos?
-Bongos?

Look, a good director
never tells an actor

that his interpretation
of a character is wrong or bad.

Yours isn't bad,
it's just not good.

You're joking? I gave up a part
in Dublin Streets for this.

Look, what we do here,
in this place,

in this Eden,

in this Xanadu,

when we utter
the great Bard's words,

it brings us closer to God.

A shitty daytime soap
cannot do that.

It does not elevate.
It does not caress our souls.

It does not carry us
in its sweet embrace.

But it pays the rent.

My heart is broken.

Go, with love, my friend.

Hugo, come on,

it's two days before we open
and now we have to replace him.

Beautiful Ruthie. Sweet Ruthie.

He was not the right fit.

Now we have no Second Murderer.

Dionysus will come
to our rescue.

Well, Dionysus better
bloody hurry up.

Look, what did I tell you?

-Him?
-Jesus!

I love your energy.
And your look!

The dreads, they are perfect.

There you go, Ruth. Dionysus
has brought us a new murderer.

Welcome to the theatre,
young man.

I checked the old files
after you called.

There's been several deaths
at the Dalton.

-Well, any...
-Any of them suspicious?

Not overtly.
Several of the audience members

have died of heart attacks,
strokes, that sort of thing.

-All natural causes.
-Well, I mean, not surprising,

considering the average age
of theatre audiences.

Exactly! But there was one thing
that did stand out.

You said this death-yet-to-be
was linked to a run of Macbeth.

-Right?
-That's right.

Well, there have been three
other productions of Macbeth

at the Dalton
where someone died on stage,

all on opening night.

How come no one spotted this
before?

What is there to spot?

They've all been chalked up
to accidental deaths

and, er, the last one was...

-over 30 years ago.
-Definitely accidental?

1975, a lighting rig
fell onto the stage,

killing one of the witches.

'87, a trapdoor malfunctioned
killing the actor Banquo.

And 1992,
the actor playing Macbeth

stabbed the actor playing Duncan
with a real knife live on stage.

Hm.

Dead on stage.

Quite.

Look, it might just be bad luck.

It might be nothing.

It is the Scottish play,
after all.

I don't believe in curses.

Well, me neither, normally,
but it is Macbeth.

Well, I'm gonna approach this
like any other case.

The '92 one, actor playing
Macbeth was called John Barrel.

He was convicted
of manslaughter,

served prison time.

I'm gonna find
an address for him.

You do that, dear.

-Thanks for the help, Doc.
-My pleasure.

Could I have a quick word?

I'll make some calls.

Something you needed?

I, er...

I was just wondering
if that drink is still on offer?

-The one you were too busy for?
-Yeah, well, I've reconsidered.

All work
and no play and all that.

And I think it's good to recharge
the little grey cells from time to time,

and I have a very decent bottle
of Chateau Margaux.

I find it works wonders.

Well, you're the doctor.
You know.

Well, it generally doesn't help
with a lot of my patients,

but... how about Friday?

-Well, Saturday's better.
-How about Saturday?

Look, just so we know
where we stand.

I'm not interested in playing
games. Life's too short.

Well... I know I've been running
a little hot and cold lately,

but I'm not interested
in games either.

I... I just want to make sure.

And I don't do things lightly,
Harry.

That's good.

I like honesty.

-Good night, George.
-Good night, man.

-Ghost light.
-Come again?

Well, a theatre should never
be completely dark.

The light appeases the ghosts.

Lets them come out and perform
when the living have gone.

You don't really believe
in that sort of thing?

-Do you?
-No.

But the ghosts do.
See you tomorrow.

Hey. No whistling either.

-It's bad luck.
-It is?

Back in the day,
sailors were employed backstage

and they'd use coded whistles
to communicate with each other.

An accidental whistle

could see a piece of scenery
being dropped on someone.

Dangerous place, the theatre.

Hello?

Hello?

Get a grip.
No such thing as ghosts.

You are perfectly safe.

What the...?

Bloody hell!

Come on, wake up. Come on.

Come on, wake up.

That's it. Sit up.

No harm done.

Tell that to my head.
What happened?

-Sandbag.
-Oh.

Must have come loose.

You know, you really shouldn't
be on the stage at this time of night.

I was helping Ruth
with the ghost light.

Ruth was telling me about you.

Come on, let's get you a drink.

-What?
-A drink for your concussion.

I've got a special bottle,
strictly for VIPs.

What, am I a VIP?

You're part of the family
now...?

-Fergus.
-Yes, exactly. Fergus.

This is an 18-year-old
single malt from Balfe's.

Mm. You can taste the Boyne.

-How do you know about whiskey?
-Oh, I get around.

So, your... your grandfather
opened this place

and passed it down
through the generations?

Actually, no. My father died
when I was quite young.

Then when Guy left
to go back to Hollywood,

Jenny Maloney ran it.
You know who that is?

Irish theatre royalty.

Our illustrious producer, Ruth,
is her daughter.

Nepotism at its best.

Ruth wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for
who her mother was.

She's a tricky one, for sure.

Like... I know for a fact

she's not gay or seeing anyone.

But every time I ask her out
for a drink, she turns me down.

I mean, what's that about?

Must be hard running a theatre.
Expensive.

Hope you're insured.

Oh, no, not for me. I'm fine.

Oh.

Insurance is the bane
of my life.

Every single thing
in this theatre is insured.

Costs a bloody fortune.

Yeah, but still, though,

peace of mind
in case something goes wrong.

Like, say, if you were to lose
an actor or something.

Wouldn't make much difference,
not with these actors!

Oh, no offence.

None taken.

-You're not going back.
-Harry!

-Don't argue with me.
-I'm going to argue with you.

-There's a killer on the loose.
-Which is why I'm going back.

OK, someone,
very possibly our client,

is going to die
if we don't catch this guy.

Hold up a second,
what are we saying here?

These deaths go back
50-plus years.

What if they were
just accidents?

Three productions of Macbeth.

-Three deaths on opening night.
-Mm, coincidence?

Don't believe in coincidence.

So, we're looking for an
octogenarian serial killer? Ha!

Look, you're an adult now.

I can't stop you
from being reckless and moronic.

Thanks.
And what are you two doing?

I got a lead on the actor
from the '92 production.

Listen, brother,
I'm here for you, you know.

It's a lot of pressure.

If that were me, I would be
running for the hills.

Especially after the others.

Quick question.

You haven't happened
to tell anyone

about who I really am, have you?

No. No, not from me. Why?

Someone tried
to kill me last night.

-What?
-It's fine, it's fine. I'm fine.

But, you know,
it begs the question,

why would someone want
to kill me on my first day,

unless they knew
I was a private investigator?

You all right?

-Who's that fella?
-That's Colm.

He's playing First Murderer
opposite you,

and he's my understudy.

He was kindly telling me that
there's a history of people

dying on their first night
of the opening night

of a new production
of this play.

Oh, my God! He wasn't lying?

Look, we don't know that yet,
all right, just...

How does he know about it?

I don't know. Maybe he's been
down in the archive.

-Archive?
-It's in the basement.

Theatre's entire history
is down in there.

Gather! Gather!

Gentle players.

John Barrel?

Who is asking?

Beverly send you, did she?

Well, tell her she's taken
everything already.

There's nothing left.

I am but a husk
blowing in the wind.

Well, we...
We don't know a Beverly.

We wanted to talk to you

about your production of Macbeth
at the Dalton theatre.

I have nothing to say
on the subject.

In my experience,
an innocent man

would want to tell
his side of the story.

No one would listen to me then.

Why would anyone
listen to me now?

Well, we think that
what happened wasn't your fault.

We think that you were set up
to be the fall guy.

You're saying someone
switched the daggers on purpose?

That wasn't the first death
linked to a run of Macbeth

-at the Dalton.
-No, it was the third.

I knew it!

I always checked props myself
before going on,

and that night was no exception,
I...

I turned my back for 30 seconds,
a minute.

Someone must have switched them.

I told them that back then,
but...

no one believed me.

They said I was negligent.

That night ruined my life.

I lost everything.

Did anyone have a grudge
against you?

I say this
with the utmost humility,

but I was the most gifted actor
of my generation.

Everyone
had a grudge against me.

Who was there that night?

Well, it was opening night,
so everyone was there.

Apart from the old bastard,
of course.

-Old bastard?
-Guy Dalton. A film star.

Hated me most of all
because I was a real actor.

Probably hates me still.

What, you're telling me
he's still alive?

-He must be in his 80s.
-Trust me!

The old bastard will never die.

He lives in some upscale
retirement community in Wicklow.

He's back in Ireland? We heard
he'd returned to America.

For a time.
Did some god awful TV show.

Sold another little bit
of his soul.

At least I never did that.
I still have my dignity.

But he was in LA
the night of the play?

I don't know,
he was supposed to be here.

I didn't see him before
and, of course,

I never saw him after.

I never saw anyone after.

What are you doing
elbowing me like that for?

Well, if you treat everyone like a suspect,
you're not going to get anything from them.

Jesus, Mother, I'm not going to be
told how to question someone by you.

I'm doing this a long time,
you know.

Well, then,
you ought to be better at it.

-So, what did you think of him?
-Angry and bitter.

I'm not saying he doesn't have
a right to be,

but he does seem to have
a grudge

-against the Dalton theatre.
-And Guy Dalton in particular.

-Can't believe he's still alive.
-We need to talk to him.

He was in the first
two productions,

but he was in Dublin
for the third.

He would have had
an opportunity.

But what's his motive?
And surely we're not suggesting

an 80-something-year-old man
is still an active killer?

Who wear our health
but sickly in his life,

which in his death were perfect.

"I-I am... I am one, my liege,

whom the vile blows and buffets
of the world hath so incensed

that I am reckless what I do
to spite the world."

And I another...

so weary with disasters
and tugged with fortune

that I would set my life
on any chance

to mend it or be rid of it.

Both of you know Banquo
was your enemy.

-True.
-True.

-My lord...
-Let's take a break.

Excellent work.
I was right about you.

You're feeling it, aren't you?

Dionysus, the god of theatre,
is in your blood.

I don't know about that,
but, er,

my blood was
on the stage last night.

Come again?

Sandbag dropped
almost right on me.

Someone did it on purpose, right?

The rope holding it
was cut with a knife.

-And so it begins.
-What does that mean?

Every time they've staged
a successful production

of "the Scottish play",

the same three things
always happen.

First, someone almost dies.

Second, someone important to
the production will disappear.

And, third, someone will die.

But, fortunately,
it's never the director.

I'm too important.

Gotta go.

I am... I am one, my liege.

Archive...?

Archive.

-Rob's office.
-Hi, Isabella. It's Hugo.

-Hi, Hugo.
-I got a message from Rob.

-Do you have him?
-Let me check.

-Hugo Sheehan?
-Gotta be quick.

I just nipped out from
rehearsals. What did they say?

They're interested,
want to meet you.

They want you for a double block
to begin with, possibly more,

but you need to convince them
you can shoot fast.

Listen, if Dublin Streets
pay what we asked for,

I'll shoot ten pages a day.
Hell, 20! I don't care.

I just want to pay
my bloody mortgage...

Hugo?

This is a disaster!
Where the bloody hell is he?

We've looked everywhere.

His car's still outside. He's
probably just grabbing some air.

For six hours?

Admittedly,
misplacing one's director

the day before opening night
isn't ideal, but...

It's Fergus.

-The director's missing.
-Hm, the second marker?

Not a bad place to spend
your twilight years, this.

Maybe I'll ask
about getting you in here.

That's you out of my will.

This behind,
go somewhere no one knows us.

Whaddya say?

I say...

You're no damn good...

-Look at that!
-You never have been, sugar.

-You were born bad...
-I was magnificent, wasn't I?

-That's why you killed him.
-Oh, yes.

-I knew how to act!
-Blamed it on the family curse.

But it wasn't a curse.

It was poison.

Bob Mitchum was supposed
to have played that part,

but he got arrested
on a dope bust!

That was my big break!

Oh! And who might you be?

Mr Dalton,
may we speak with you?

Oh, I-I played a private
detective in that movie.

I sure haven't come across
any PIs as pretty as you.

Run along now, darling.
Yes, yes, off you go.

It'll be fine.
See you after dinner. Yes.

-Hm!
-Come on.

Now, you come and sit beside me.

I don't hear so good any more.

I'm sure you hear very well,
Mr Dalton.

Oh, no, no, you...
you sit over...

over there, over there.

Now, what would you like
to talk about?

-Your theatre.
-Mm-hm?

Well, specifically,
the deaths that occur

every time
there's a production of Macbeth.

Oh, yes, well,
I'm afraid it's just bad luck.

Three deaths is just bad luck?

I opened that theatre in '73.

Have you any idea

how many different productions
have been staged there

in the last 50-odd years?

I bet if you asked
any other theatre

they'd have far more
than three accidental deaths.

Accidental?

Well, two accidents
and one incompetence.

John Barrel, he said you were
supposed to be in Dublin then.

Yes, I-I was,
b-but my plans changed.

Got an alibi for where you were?

Well...

a little thing called the
49th Golden Globes.

Mm-hm.

It was televised.

I lost to Scott Bakula,
if you can believe that.

And what were you nominated for?

Oh, er, Dr Delaney, DVM.

-You played a vet.
-Yes.

-Like an army veteran?
-No! No!

Not an army vet, an animal vet.

I saved animals
and I solved crimes.

It was a great success,
ran for four seasons.

I had a parrot as a sidekick.
Oh, I hated that bird.

Here's the thing, Guy.

You see,
it's not just three deaths

linked to productions
of Macbeth.

In each case,
two other things happened.

Someone had a near miss

and then someone integral
to the production went missing.

There's another production
coming up

and those two things
have already happened.

I'm not a big believer in
coincidence at the best of times

but three productions of Macbeth

and the same thing happens every
time and is happening again.

-Now, I...
-Not every time.

Well, what do you mean?

This isn't the fourth production
of Macbeth at the Dalton.

It's the fifth.

I did a run there in '83.

No one died, no one vanished.

That kind of spoils your theory,
doesn't it?

Oh.

This way.

I've only got an hour before
I'll be needed for rehearsal.

-How are you enjoying it?
-It's OK.

I mean, it's not as bad
as I thought it would be.

OK, it's actually
pretty good fun.

Er... Prepare yourselves.

Well, the good news is

there is sort of a system
and I use that word...

-Incorrectly?
-Loosely.

It starts down there
at the back with 1973,

when the theatre opened,
and then moves towards us.

These nearer boxes
are from last year.

OK, so we need to find
all four productions.

-'75, '83, '87 and '92.
-Well, let's start looking.

I've got the one from '83.
Guy was the lead.

This is interesting.

Yeah, I saw something similar
for the '75 production.

But we have no suspect.

Guy Dalton was very definitely
6,000 miles away

for the '92 play.

Yeah. Yeah, good.

So incensed that I am reckless
what I do to spite the world.

And I another
so weary with disasters,

tugged with fortune.

Raise the lights!

OK, well, the show goes on,
and all that.

Still no sign of Hugo,
but we're almost there.

So, I'm going to fill in.

OK, let's pick up where we left
off. Act three, scene three.

-What's up?
-Banquo's death. Go.

You're frowning.

I've seen something.

I just can't work out
what it is that I've seen.

So incensed that I am reckless
what I do to spite the...

You're no damn good.
You never have been, sugar.

You were born bad.
Old man Richards knew it.

That's why you killed him,
blamed it on the family curse.

But it wasn't the curse.

It was poison.

Fergus?

Hey, Harry. What's up?

I think I know the who.
I just don't know the how.

I need you to talk me
through the play.

All of it?
It's a pretty long play.

Just Marcus's scenes will do.

I need to know
how they're staged.

OK, first time we see
Macbeth is act one, scene three.

Make way for the mound,
please, coming downstage. Pull.

Agh!

Thou wast born of woman.

But swords I smile at,

weapons laugh to scorn,

brandished by a man
that's of a woman born.

Ah, they let me in here.
I have come along...

What the bloody hell is going
on? This is a closed rehearsal.

I still own this theatre.
I think it's allowed.

I apologise, Mr Dalton.

I didn't realise
you'd be here quite so early.

I got a message to say
you wanted me early!

-I didn't send a message.
-No, it was me.

I thought it was best if
we all got together. Shall we?

There's only two hours
to curtain.

-We don't have time for this.
-Sorry, Ruth.

I'm afraid you're going
to have to make time.

I'm gonna come clean
to everyone. I'm not an actor.

-Well, I know that.
-You know what?

I thought I was doing OK,
so could you just...?

-Fergus, please, stay on task.
-Yup.

Absolutely right.

We are private investigators.

Marcus hired us to find
out if there was any truth

in the prediction that he was
going to die on stage tonight.

-A prediction?
-Well, we're not big believers

in such things either, but that
doesn't mean it's not real.

Tonight will mark
the fifth production of Macbeth.

1975, the first production
of Macbeth with Mr Dalton here

in the lead.

A lighting rig dropped
onto the stage

and killed the actor
playing the First Witch.

Despite that,
or maybe because of it,

the play was a hit.

Then, in 1983,
it was the second production,

Guy was also in the lead.
No one died.

And despite that,
or maybe because of it,

-the play flopped.
-This is nonsense.

Someone dying or not dying

doesn't guarantee
a successful run.

Well, I couldn't agree more,
but you have to bear in mind

the superstitious nature
of you theatre-folk.

1987, a trapdoor malfunctioned
on opening night

and the actor playing Banquo...
fell to his death.

Now, despite that,
or maybe because of it,

the play was a smash.

And then, in 1992,
fourth production,

John Barrel played Macbeth.

The prop knife was switched
for a real knife

and the actor playing Duncan
died live on stage.

And the play was
a resounding success.

You're just talking about
a series of unfortunate events.

No, I'm talking about murder.

Two murders, to be precise,
three abductions

and another murder planned
for tonight.

See, the death
of the First Witch in 1975

was just misfortune.

See, the bracket holding
the lighting rig came loose

and it fell.

Then came the flop in '83.

The Dalton theatre's first flop
ever, and that got you thinking.

What if the theatre gods
demanded a sacrifice

in exchange for success?

This is bullshit.

Ah, but it does brings us back
to what a superstitious lot

you theatre types are.

See, back in '75, an extra fell
off the stage, a nasty fall.

Could have been more serious.
Fortunately, they were OK.

Then the stage manager
went missing.

Well, he was an alcoholic
that went on a bender

but still, no one knew where
he was for a couple of days.

How do you know all this?

Your archives are very detailed, but
you didn't leave anything to chance.

What if the theatre gods
demanded all of these events

for success?

So, you decided to recreate
all three things

in the '87 production.

A costume designer took a tumble
down a flight of stairs.

The actor playing young Siward
vanished for two days.

Turned up with no memory
of where he'd been.

And then, on opening night,
you rigged the trapdoor to open,

knowing that your co-star
was going to step on that.

Which he did,
and he fell to his death.

You can't prove any of that, and
your whole theory falls apart

as soon as you get
to the next run.

-In 1992, I was in LA.
-We agree.

You had nothing to do with the
murder in 1992 or the one today.

But before returning to LA, you
passed the mantle on to family.

I was five in 1992!

Oh, it wasn't you, Sam.

You passed the mantle on
to the same person

you passed on
the running of the theatre.

Jenny Maloney,
who was your lover.

She, in turn,
passed it on to her daughter.

Your daughter.

Ruth.

Oh, is that why you would
never go out with me?

Because...
Because you knew we're related!

There are so many reasons
I wouldn't go out with you.

-OK.
-But you're wrong.

My father was an accountant
called Gerry Baird.

Well, maybe the world
believed that,

maybe even he believed that,
but it's not true.

The two of you
have something in common.

You have a condition
called Stahl's Ear.

It's nothing serious,

just an extra bit of cartilage
on the pinna of your ears.

Gives you a very slight elfin
look, but it is hereditary.

See, Sam inherited it
from his grandfather,

and Ruth from her father.

My ears are perfectly round.

Well, you had otoplasty
to correct it

early on in your film career,
but in your first few films,

one of which I saw last night,

your Stahl's Ear
is there for everyone to see.

-It doesn't prove anything.
-Yeah, but a DNA test would.

Yes, well...

Ruth is my daughter.

But that doesn't prove
that she and I are murderers.

You're right.

I can't prove that you dropped
a bleedin' great sandbag

on my head!

-But you know what I can prove?
-Enlighten me.

That the theatre owns a storage
facility in Smithfield,

receipts for which
are in the archive.

And my son, an ex-Guard,

with his old colleagues was
there and guess what he found!

Jordan! We got him.

Here.

Ooh, not just Hugo.

No, he found
a whole bunch of cables

which, we assume,
are covered in fingerprints.

Your fingerprints, Ruth.

This isn't fully live yet,
but tonight it will be,

and when Marcus plants his sword
in the ground,

50,000 volts
will shoot through him.

And it will just be
put down as another misfortune,

but Marcus will be no less dead.

You don't understand.

You don't have
the theatre in your blood,

not like me and Ruthie.

She demands respect.

Sacrifice.

I have given everything
to this craft.

To this stage.

To those people
sitting out there in the dark.

So, some actors died.

So what?

The show must go on!

It's the only thing
that matters.

You all right, Fergus?

You seem a tad on edge,
if you don't mind me saying.

Oh, er... Lola's back,

and Charlie's picking her up
from the airport, so...

So, you're worried
she's going to find out

about all these other women
you've been chasing around

and give you
the old Spanish archer, eh?

-What?
-The El Bow.

No!
I only went on like two dates.

There was definitely no chasing
and they weren't even...

Look, I'm going to ask Lola
to get back together with me

and I'm nervous
that she's gonna say no.

I've been there.

Petra turned me down the first
time I asked her out as well.

Granted, she was trying
to steal my car at the time.

But she also turned me down
the second and third times.

And, in fact, the 50th and 60th.

Fifty?

But you think that put me off?
Heck, it did not.

It spurred me on
and, eventually,

it was just easier for her
to say yes than no to me.

I'm proud to say
I wore that woman down.

So, remember, Fergus, if you're
worried she's gonna say no,

relentless, dogged persistence
always wins out in the end.

Mark my words.

Some would call that harassment.

-Hi, Ferg.
-I need to talk to you.

Good, I need
to talk to you, too.

-OK, just let me go first.
-No, me first.

I think we should
get back together.

I had, like, this whole thing.
I was gonna fight for you.

Who were you gonna fight?

Ryan, obviously.

You remember all those photos
I showed you of him?

Yeah.

Do you remember the other fella
who was in all of them?

That's Paul, Ryan's boyfriend.

-Yeah.
-Oh.

What happened to your head...

Hello.