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Oh, how'd he do that?

I've never seen anything like it.

I never have either.

Daniel Fontaine, ladies and gentlemen.

One of Vegas' most popular performers.

Star of his own television special.

Without a doubt the Magic Castle's

most illustrious alumnus.

Daniel Fontaine and his lovely assistant, Sandy Farrell.

Sounds like Danny's got 'em all warmed up for you, eh, Rod?

Yeah. Just like old times.

And now ladies and gentlemen, please bear with us

for five minutes while we prepare the stage

for our next act, the Castle's current feature performer:

Rod Greenwood.

Timing is still off in the spin.

I thought it was okay.

It's okay for here, not for TV.

We need to rehearse.

Nine o'clock tomorrow all right?

Hm. Sorry, Dan. I'm busy.

At 9 in the morning?

That's it?

No explanation?

I said I can't make it.

And I say you'll be here at 9:00 tomorrow,

and you'll stay until the illusion is perfect.

I'm going to Miami tonight with a friend.

I'll be back by showtime.

Promise.

Who is he?

None of your business.

I said who is he?

Hello, there.

What do you want?

Your gentleman is here.

Tell him I'll be right there.

Great show tonight, Daniel.

Ladies and gentlemen, watch the balloon closely.

One, two, three.

Now, the card you merely thought of is inside the deck.

I'm gonna drop it inside the hat.

Your chosen card, the one you're thinking of,

is going to rise out of the deck.

Are you ready? Here we go.

Did you see it?

That was great.

He... He is pretty good.

Here's one, here's one.

You see that?

Uh... More, more.

Oh.

Oh, would you look at that. That's fabulous.

Oh, oh. Whoa!

Wait, here. Here.

Here. Yeah.

Oh. Oh!

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Excuse us, excuse us.

It's dark. A person could use a little light.

Oh, look.

And who do we have now, Inez?

A very handsome couple.

And what are your names?

Uh, Julie March.

And you? Ben Matlock.

Inez. Would you kindly hold up

something from either of them?

Something personal, from either of you.

All I've got is my wallet.

Uh... Uh, ha, let's see.

Oh. Oh, oh.

Yeah. Mm-hm.

He'll never get that. Mm-mm.

Mr. Martel, I have an object

that comes from Ms. March.

I can't see it clearly.

He's not gonna get it. Mm-mm.

I will close my eyes and concentrate on the item.

You too.

He'll never get it. No. Mm-mm.

Wait!

It's coming through.

And somewhere there's

a bird looking for it.

It's a feather!

Both: Oh!

That was great.

I thought we had him, didn't you?

I thought we had him too.

Feather, huh?

Sandy, come on over, okay?

Sandy?

Sandy?

Sandy, look, I want to apologi...

You've actually done it, haven't you?

Thank you. This was a good idea. That was special.

Oh, yeah... Uh, Mr. Matlock.

Huh? Dan Fontaine would like to see you.

Yeah?

Come this way, please.

Oh.

We enjoyed your show.

Oh, morning, Bob.

Oh, Ben.

Find anything?

Just the usual.

I'm almost done, if you wanna go ahead have a look around...

Okay. Over there, if you like.

You ever seen one of these shows?

No.

I always wanted to.

Just never, uh, took the time.

Hm. It's fun.

It's a club.

You have to be a member.

I got an invitation. It's a good time.

Yeah. I know.

My contact's been strictly professional.

How's that?

A string of burglaries of members' homes.

Oh. Catch anybody?

Uh, we think a small timer named Jimmy Collier.

Only he'd need a contact inside the club.

So far we've come up dry on that.

Hm?

How you do that?

Oh, I used to fool around with this stuff when I was a kid.

Ha. Well, hey.

Uh. Well...

Wait. No. Wait.

This... Well... Hi.

Hi.

Uh... I got the call.

Oh, you've been...? Assigned to the case.

Oh. Oh, well you know anything?

Well, a little. Mm.

Now, Ben, you remember we agreed to disagree.

Oh, oh. I agree that, uh...

We can disagree. Yeah, if it falls that way.

Well, it might very well.

I, um, have an eyewitness.

Who will testify that Daniel Fontaine was the only person

who came into Sandy Farrell's dressing room last night.

Oh, yeah, and he was seen leaning

over the body. And she was killed

with one of his knives. And they had an ugly argument earlier.

- And she was seeing... - Somebody else.

Yeah. Hm. Wait.

Oh. So, anyway who's, um...? Who's your eyewitness?

One of the magicians. Calls himself the Amazing Zeigler.

Uh-huh.

What do you mean, "uh-huh"?

Danny told me.

Danny?

Daniel Fontaine.

Well, I figure if I'm working for him, I'd call him Danny.

Oh, so you're going to take the case?

Ah, I'm thinking about it.

Um, you... You know about, um, Sandy Farrell?

I know she's dead.

Well, she was, oh,

what they used to call in the old days,

"everybody's girl."

What does that mean?

Well, she moved around a lot.

Who told you that?

Danny. MICHELLE: Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. This is an interesting place, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Yeah. We were just...

talking about the case, Sandy Farrell.

Oh, yeah. I found out a couple of things.

There were three men here in the club.

That she? MICHELLE: Yeah.

Arthur Wolfe.

The manager?

Mm-hm. He put her on as a cocktail waitress.

And were they, um...? That's the word.

Hm. Then Rod Greenwood,

his assistant for a while.

Oh, and... And they...? I suppose.

H-how about, uh, the, um, Amazing...

Zeigler. Zeigler?

Yeah, I don't know if they had anything going.

That's... That's what Danny said.

And then he was last. Danny.

But the night she was killed...

she was gonna go off with another fella.

And I'm not being chauvinistic.

It's just that she'd left a trail of them.

Uh... I'll tell you...

I'll tell you what I really think.

I think that this illusion...

You know, the one that we saw with sword...?

Yes.

I think that illusion has to be central to this whole thing.

Danny told me that when he first met Sandy,

she had the plans for this new illusion.

She said she had bought them.

Danny told me he was looking for a new finish for his act,

and so here's Sandy...

But he knew she hadn't really bought the plans.

Yeah.

But he looked the other way?

Well, um... yeah.

Yeah, but... But look... L-look at it this way.

Danny's already a headliner.

Sandy has this illusion.

She's looking out for her own best interest.

She sees that she can go farther by letting Danny have the plans.

And that's how she became his assistant?

Yeah.

And Danny, uh...

got involved, like all the others?

Well, that's what he said.

Hm.

Looking good.

Prosecution's case is looking good.

And you're right, it is an interesting place.

I'll see you, Michelle.

Well, good news.

Judge Cooksey was a little long-winded this morning,

but he was easy on bail.

Well, that's good.

Did you call Tyler?

Yeah.

You used to fool around with that stuff when you were a kid.

How did you know?

I'm a mind reader.

Pretty fancy.

What was your card?

King of diamonds.

Ha, ha, that's great.

You should be performing here.

The manager perform. I don't think so.

The owners wouldn't have that.

I bet they loved having Daniel Fontaine work here.

Oh, yes. Daniel could call, the owners would yank

whoever was scheduled without batting an eye,

and we'd sell out every night.

Hm. How often did he come here?

Couple of times a year.

Practice a new act, try out an illusion.

You gave Sandy her start here, didn't you?

I employed her initially as a cocktail waitress.

Were you upset when she broke up with you?

I don't know where you get your information.

If it's from your client, I think you should be careful

about accepting it at face value.

Nothing around here is quite what it seems.

Mr. Zeigler?

Mr. Zeigler?

I am the Amazing Zeigler.

Something I can do for you?

Sandy was genuinely fond of our profession.

Couldn't fault her on that.

Uh, well, uh...

Uh, what, uh, could you fault her on?

Her taste... in friends.

Oh. So there was no love lost

between you and Daniel Fontaine?

None.

Because he stole a trick from you?

Not just a trick.

An illusion.

A great illusion.

Oh, the one where the sword went through...

You saw it.

Yeah. That one...

put him on the map didn't it?

Yes, it did.

Daniel claims Sandy stole that.

And you believed him, naturally.

What were you doing in her dressing room that night?

I was worried about her.

I was standing just off-stage, preparing to go on.

Going through my act, step by step, in my head.

I had a clear view of the hallways

to the dressing room the whole time.

Daniel Fontaine was the only person

who went into Sandy's dressing room.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

All right.

Well. It was nice doing business with you.

Your dance card full, pal?

Well, who's asking?

Ben Franklin. Eight ball.

Rack 'em up.

You think so? MAN 2: No.

Gonna play? Talk or play? Come on.

Fifteen, side pocket.

Nice.

Nice. Nice.

Okay, okay, okay. I'll buy. I'll buy.

Eight ball. Right here.

Pay me, Jimmy.

How did you know my name?

I make it a point to know my competition.

And I'm not talking about pool.

What are you talking about?

Your little gig with the Magic Castle.

Well, I'm sorry, you lost me.

Come on, use your brains, Jimmy.

If I know about your scam,

how far off the trail do you think the cops are?

Now you wanna throw 'em a curve, I'm your man.

Subcontract a few of the jobs to me, we'll split the take.

I need the bread.

You need the alibi.

Let me make a phone call, and maybe we can get something

on for later on this week.

"We?"

Uh-uh. I work alone, pal.

Hey, look. I don't even know your name, pal,

let alone how good you are.

First, we work together.

If I like what I see, you got a deal.

I think we were over there somewhere.

Right there. Yeah.

This is some place, isn't it?

Yes. Heh.

My grandmother had an old trunk like that.

What was in it?

I don't know. I was too scared to look.

Ha-ha.

What do you suppose is in this one?

Do you mind?

I'm sorry. We didn't know anybody was in there.

Just... Just close the lid, would you please.

I'm trying to rehearse.

Of course.

Ex... Excuse us.

We're sorry.

I'm sure glad I didn't open my grandmother's trunk.

Yeah.

Uh... Uh...

You go ahead. I'm gonna...

hang around a while.

Okay?

Hi.

How'd it go?

How'd what go?

Rehearsal?

The stage area is closed to visitors.

Oh, I... I'm not a visitor.

I'm Daniel Fontaine's lawyer.

Oh. What is it you want?

Well, I'd like to ask you some questions about Sandy Farrell.

I understand that she was your assistant.

That's right.

Well, when she...?

When she quit you to be Danny's assistant,

how did you take that?

Look, I didn't have any reason to kill her,

if that's what you're getting at.

Well, when she and Daniel hit the big time,

how did you feel?

I felt fine.

I won't lie. I'm sure that everybody wants to be in,

as you say, "the big time."

Yeah. How about when Daniel would just,

out of the blue, show up to try...

Try out a new illusion.

Would your act ever get bumped?

Look, the fact is that when Sandy came off-stage

that night, I went on. And I didn't come off

until after she was murdered.

Was your...? This trunk part of your act that night?

It's part of my act every night.

Look, I'm sorry, but I've really gotta get going.

Oh. Oh.

All right. Okay.

Uh, thanks. Mm-hm.

Okay.

Any luck?

Not so far.

Hey, Danny, take a look at this trunk.

Is there any way that he could have gotten out

of this during his act?

No. Definitely not.

It's solid. Huh.

Well, that leaves the manager and Mr. Zeigler.

Hm.

What do you think?

Well... I guess we're back to the old

needing a rabbit out of the hat, aren't we?

If I were you, I'd skip the silver,

head straight for the bedroom.

Word is they're both heavily into jewelry.

You're sure there's nobody home?

Positive. Well, you sound nervous.

We got all night working off of secondhand information.

Now, whoever this contact of yours is at the Magic Castle,

the next time I'll talk to him in person, you got that?

Hey, you haven't proved to me yet

there's even gonna be a next time.

Give me about... seven minutes.

This is the police. Stop where you are.

Put your hands in the air.

Whoa! All right, all right.

Wait! All right.

In this case, as in any other murder case,

the burden of proof lies with the prosecution.

We must prove beyond a reasonable doubt

that Daniel Fontaine is guilty of the crime

of which he stands accused.

We must prove that, and we will.

Because the evidence in this case is so overwhelming,

it is so compelling, that we will establish Daniel Fontaine's

guilt beyond any doubt.

Thank you.

Mr. Matlock.

Members of the jury,

the defense is under no obligation

to make an opening statement, and ordinarily I do not.

But the events of this case has given the prosecution

a murder weapon, fingerprints, a motive.

And under the circumstances that evidence would lead us

to an ordinary conclusion.

But Sandy Farrell was murdered in a house of magic,

where virtually nothing is as it seems.

Women appear to float in midair.

Men appear to be cut in half with saws,

mentalists... appear to read one's mind.

And this man appears to be guilty,

when in fact he's not.

And did you discover the defendant

standing over the victim's body?

That's right.

What were you doing standing in the wings

on the night of the murder?

The same thing I do every night before going on:

preparing.

Thinking about what I'm going to say and do once on-stage.

Mr. Zeigler, did you have a clear view of the door

to Sandy Farrell's dressing room from 9 until 9:30?

From the time she came off the stage

until the time she was found murdered?

Yes, I did.

And Daniel Fontaine was the only person who entered the room

during that time.

No further question.

Mr. Matlock.

I got this guy.

Maybe you left for a second or turned your back?

That did not happen.

I know what I saw.

No one else went through the door.

Not one person? No.

Uh, Your Honor, pursuant to subpoena,

uh, the defense has received various

pharmaceutical receipts,

including one dated April 23rd

made out to Sandra Farrell.

And I'd like that identified as Defense Exhibit A.

I have no objection, Your Honor.

So marked.

Okay.

Sir, showing you Defense Exhibit A,

April 23rd was the day of the murder, was it not?

You know it was.

I'll take that as a yes response.

Now, this delivery receipt to Miss Farrell's dressing room

shows a time at the bottom.

Please tell us what time it was.

9:08.

Say again.

9:08.

So you didn't see everyone who went into that room, did you?

I guess not.

If you missed one, you could have

missed another, couldn't you?

I suppose.

Like the real murderer.

Objection! Withdraw the question. Nothing further.

Hey, here you go, Jimmy.

Enjoy.

Wait a minute. You can't put me in here.

Look, P.D. will be down in about an hour.

Look, I didn't do anything.

The cops are just rousting me.

You can't do this.

Watch me.

It's a small world, huh, Jimmy?

Hey now, just wait a minute.

You set me up. It wasn't my idea.

Then whose idea was it?!

Hey, take it easy. And you just back off!

A name, Jimmy!

Look, let him go.

A name, Jimmy!

I said, I want a name.

Ah!

Ugh.

Guard. Guard!

Your contact at the Magic Castle set me up.

Uh-huh.

And I want a name, Jimmy.

Arthur Wolfe is who told me to do it.

Get me out of here.

Drop it.

Hey. He attacked me. It was self-defense.

Look, you put him in the tank,

and you get a doctor up here right away.

How'd I do? You were great.

I got everything I need.

Uh, Mr. Wolfe, uh...

I wonder if you could help me

with a little demonstration?

Now, you're the manager of the Magic Castle.

Have you got a credit card we could use for a minute?

Sure. Thank you.

Oh, that should do fine. That should do fine.

Just put it in my hand there. Put it right there.

All right. Okay.

All right, now, let's see here.

Okay. You can have it back.

All right.

Now... there is no way that I could have seen...

the 10-digit number on that card, is there?

Uh, not that I could tell, no.

Okay.

All right. Now, let's see.

It's, uh, 037...

2326.

Is that right?

That's right.

Objection, Your Honor. This alleged demonstration

is nothing more than a sideshow,

the sole purpose of which is to confuse and mislead

the members of the jury.

Your Honor, I'm using this demonstration

to establish motive.

Overruled.

Now, how'd I do that, Mr. Wolfe?

Tell the court. I won't mind.

To be honest, I don't know.

I-I've seen scores of mentalists

perform similar tricks,

but, uh, they almost always had assistants.

Ah. And Sandy Farrell...

was once the assistant to Martel the Mentalist.

Wasn't she? Yeah.

And would you explain to the court what the duties are

of a mentalist's assistant?

She holds up personal items

belonging to members of the audience. And the mentalist,

even though he's blindfolded, identifies the items correctly

because of the code word

she uses when she addresses him.

As for your trick, you've got me stumped.

Well... I did it the same way Sandy did it

when she was Mr. Martel's assistant,

and the same way the current assistant does it.

Well, you lost me there. Uh-huh.

Putty.

It's putty.

See?

I have a perfect imprint...

of that credit card number.

See that?

Only... Sandy...

didn't use credit cards, did she?

She used... keys.

Didn't she? I don't know what you mean.

At lease once a performance,

Sandy would hold up somebody's set of keys,

and when nobody was looking, she'd make a perfect imprint

of one of those keys in putty.

A house key.

Then later, she'd take the mold and have a real key made

to somebody's house.

Didn't she?

How would I know?

And even if that's so, she was the one doing it. Not me.

Heh.

You're the manager of the Magic Castle.

You know all the members.

Where their houses are.

When they're in town, when they're out of town.

On trips.

You're the one who told the break-in man

when and where to go, didn't you?

And Sandy was the one who gave him the key,

wasn't she?

That's outrageous.

I wonder what Jimmy Collier would say

if I put him on the stand.

What do you think he'd say?

None of this means I killed her.

I tell you what I think.

I think that even though Sandy had moved on...

and was now Danny Fontaine's assistant,

she still wanted her cut of your break-in money.

And after a while you couldn't take that...

so you got rid of her, didn't you?

I didn't kill her.

You had motive and opportunity.

I was on-stage when Sandy was...

Rod Greenwood was on-stage.

Not in the main theater, in the bar.

Remember, Mr. Matlock.

My assistant stopped you, remember?

Wait, it's coming through,

and somewhere there's a bird looking for it.

It's a feather.

Oh, come on.

That's right, me. No one knew.

The owner, the other performers. No one.

I'm your Mr. Martel.

I was on-stage when Sandy was murdered,

and I have a terrific alibi, Mr. Matlock.

You.

No further questions.

Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm.

Hm.

Ah. M-Mr. Greenwood.

Your act at the Magic Castle

involves your climbing into a trunk with handcuffs on,

and your popping out a few minutes later

with handcuffs off, is that right?

That's right. Only my feet are shackled too,

and I change my clothes...

in under two minutes. Ooh. Hm. That's some trick.

You... You mind telling me how you do it?

Yes, in fact I do.

You're under oath.

Keeping such things a secret is essential to my livelihood.

Surely you don't expect me to sit here

and destroy my own career?

Hm.

Uh, Your Honor, I think I have a solution.

If you'll allow me to conjecture.

And if I'm wrong... Mr. Greenwood's secret

can remain just that: a secret.

All right. Proceed.

Uh, but, Your Honor, I have a problem.

I can't do it. Heh.

At least not here.

Now, Mr. Greenwood, is...? Is this your trunk?

The one you used in your act

the night Sandy Farrell was murdered?

Yes, it is.

Well, what exactly goes on during your act,

from the audience's point of view,

I'm not asking you to reveal any secrets.

I pick up a volunteer from the audience.

Um, he or she comes up on the stage,

chains my hands and feet, then closes me in the trunk.

Okay. Tyler?

We're gonna...

We're gonna reconstruct things here.

Only this time I'll be the volunteer,

and Tyler Hudson here is gonna play you, Mr. Greenwood.

Now, let's... Let's pretend that I've got Tyler all chained up.

Now what happens?

The volunteer opens the lid, and I climb in the trunk.

Okay.

Tyler?

Okay.

Now what?

Now the volunteer closes the lid.

Uh, then the volunteer turns over the hourglass.

The music plays, the audience waits,

and I extricate myself

by the time the sand runs out.

And all that time you're wiggling out of those chains?

And changing my clothes.

All right, let's assume the sand has run out.

Then what?

Then the volunteer opens the lid, and I step out.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, I'll be "daggoned."

How can you stand up if you're not there?

Tyler's gone.

Tyler.

Mr. Matlock, what's going on here?

The same thing that went on

the night of the murder, Your Honor.

You have two trunks, don't you, Mr. Greenwood?

One that you rehearse in

and leave standing around on the stage.

The other you keep squirreled away downstairs.

The one you use in your act.

The one with the secret panel.

This one. No, this isn't my trunk.

Mr. Greenwood, didn't you,

the night of the murder, get into this trunk,

open the panel...

slip through the trap door on the stage,

go to Sandy Farrell's dressing room...

No, of course not.

Kill her with one of Daniel Fontaine's knives?

No. After you were finished,

rush back to the trap door, up into the trunk,

just in time to come out for your bow?

That's impossible.

For an accomplished magician like yourself,

you probably had time to spare.

I was chained.

Mr. Greenwood...

are these the chains you use in your act?

Take a good look.

I think so. Uh...

All right. This time you be the volunteer,

and I'll get in the trunk.

Put the cuffs on me.

There you go.

Okay, I'll step inside.

Now put the chains on my feet.

Okay. Now, I'll get down.

And close the lid.

And don't forget the hourglass.

Ow. Ooh, ow.

Ow. Wait, wait. Wait a minute.

Wait. Wait a minute. Oh, wait. Wait.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

How'd I do that?

The same way you did the night of the murder.

With this.

Now, that isn't my key.

Mr. Greenwood, those are your chains and your locks.

This must be your key.

'Cause I found it right where you dropped it.

Let me show you something.

Looks like something you'd take up collection with, doesn't it?

This is a magic bag.

Look at that.

Where'd it go?

It's got a secret compartment.

See that.

It was on the floor by Sandy Farrell's body.

I found your key...

in the secret compartment.

I gotta figure the night

you murdered her, this compartment

was partly open, and during the struggle...

somehow,

thousand chances to one... A thousand changes to one

when you dropped it, it fell in the secret compartment.

You didn't have a lot of time to look for it.

You didn't know anyone would find it, or if they did,

wouldn't appreciate its significance.

Maybe you didn't know you lost it.

That doesn't prove anything. I have lots of keys.

Then why did you go to the locksmith

the very next morning...

and have another key made?

One that would fit those locks.

You did go to the locksmith.

Didn't you?

We find the defendant, Daniel Fontaine, not guilty.

The jury having found the defendant not guilty,

this court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

Well, uh, thank you.

Uh, there you go.

Thank you.

Mr. Fontaine, over here, please.

Sir, can I get one shot over here.

Thank you.

Miss, may I get a picture?

You all right?

I'm always all right.

Well, you put on a fine fight.

Well, that's show business.

Oh.

So in celebration of yet another victory,

I'm gonna take you to dinner.

Yeah? Yeah.

Then I'm gonna make you disappear.

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