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Okay, Bill.

You've written the number
on the card.

I want you now

to picture that number
in your head.

Don't think of anything else.

I am about to reach
into your mind.

I said think of the number,
Bill,

not what you got up to
last night, you dirty bugger!

You're putting me off!

Although your missus is
quite tasty, isn't she?

Well, I think it's your missus.

Can't tell from this angle.

Okay, Bill.

I've got something
coming through.

Ladies and gentlemen, remember,

there is more chance
of being hit

by a meteorite from outer space

than there is of me
correctly guessing this number.

Right, Bill.

It's a long one, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Goes on for quite a while.

All night last night.

It begins with...

eight?

8-2-2-7-6-2.

822,762.

Is that your number, Bill?

- That's it!
- Okay!

Show the audience the card!

Give it up for Bill!

Thank you, Bill!

Oh, and Bill,
don't forget your wallet.

Give my regards to your missus.

Bill, everybody!

Right, ladies and gentlemen,

I know what you're all thinking.

Of course I do,
I'm a mind reader.

You're thinking, "What about
my recently departed loved one?

When am I gonna get a chance
to talk with them?"

Well, worry not.

Because in a few moments,
it will be time

to speak to the other side!

Oooh!

I don't know why I have
to wear this ridiculous getup.

- It makes you look authentic.
- It makes me look like a...

color-blind genie.

Old lady front left
looks like a good bet.

No, no.

Young lady front center
looks like a better bet.

Be like shagging
a bouncy castle.

In fact, I bet you her boyfriend
has got two black eyes.

Give me that.

For God's sake, Stuart,
try and keep it clean.

We don't want another
Skegness on our hands.

I can only work
with what I've got.

I mean, look at them!

It's like the cast reunion
from Cocoon.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I am the All Seeing Stupendo,

purveyor of magic and mystery,

conduit to the spirit world,

- master...
- Please, Lord,

just give me one night.

Evening.

Spirits!

I call on you

to step out
of the shadow world.

There are those here
who wish to speak with you.

Cross over and make yourself
known to me.

I'm getting something.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are not alone.

There is a spirit
in the room with us.

A spirit that wishes
to communicate.

It wishes to commune with...

you.

I'm getting the letter B.

Does that mean anything to you?

No, no, it's not a B,

it's... it's a G.

C?

E?

Fine, go ahead, love.

Is it my Arthur?

"Arthur" doesn't have
a "B" in it, does it?

Or a G or a C or an E.

His middle name was Frank.

Anyone else? E? C?

Wait, we had a dog called Colin.

That's got a C in it.

Maybe it was Arthur
and he was with Colin!

What's your name, love?

Doris!

Doris.

Okay, Doris, let's see
what Arthur and Colin

have got to say, shall we?

Ladies, please,
if you just calm down...

One at a time, please!

- Yes.
- This is totally unacceptable.

I was told this was
a family show.

All that stuff about Arthur.

What does "felching" even mean?

Felching, um...

Gerald, you're his agent.

Perhaps you'd like to explain
what felching is.

Oh, uh... I think
it's got something to do

with the building trade.

Please, ladies, I'm sure...

if you just calm down
for one moment,

I am sure we can...

Well, that's another theater
we can cross off our list.

Really?

I thought it went
rather well, actually.

Stuart, you just told
a very sweet old lady

that her dead husband was
a sadomasochistic transvestite

with a penchant for lady boys.

- No, I didn't.
- I was there, I heard you.

I mean, I didn't tell her that,

Arthur did.

Oh, come on, don't try
that old chestnut with me.

You can't hold me responsible

for what the spirits say,
Gerald.

Well, then you can at least be
a little selective

on what you pass on.

Oh, believe me, I am.

You don't want to know
what he got up to

with poor old Colin.

There is a limit
to what an agent

will put up with, Stuart.

Just because my father
represented you for 40 years

doesn't mean I have to.

This arrangement is supposed
to be mutually beneficial.

There were only 32 of them
out there tonight.

You're hardly Derren Brown,
are you?

Derren Brown.

I was on telly too, you know.

You were in
The Paul Daniels Show once

in 1981.

And I would've had my own show

if I hadn't been wounded
defending my country.

Stuart, you fell off a stage
while entertaining the troops.

Just as I was
about to break big.

Took me a year
to get over that.

That really did put
the final nail

into my TV career.

But did I give up?

Did I bollocks.

Thirty-five years later
and I'm still here,

which is more than you can say
for some of my peers.

I don't know
whether you've noticed,

but they're dropping
like flies out there.

In the last year alone,
Monsieur Mystery vanished

along with his tax returns,
no doubt.

Roberta Angel hung herself
in Epping Forest.

- It's "hanged."
- And Billy Vandervelt,

so-called
World's Greatest Psychic

killed by a hit and run driver.

How come he didn't see
that coming, eh?

Right, come on.

Give me the spondulicks
and F off.

You're not expecting them
to pay us for that performance.

They got what they ordered.

Don't let that thieving
gypsy bastard

of a theater manager
rip you off.

His name's Henry
and he's from Tunbridge Wells.

Oh, one of your posh mates,
is he?

Met him at the croquet club,
did we?

It was grouse shooting,
actually.

And what if he is
one of my old chums?

How else do you think
I got you this gig?

Yeah, yeah.

I know how you lot do business.

You scratch my back,

I'll give you a reach-around
in the shower.

You're all thieving gypsies
in my book.

Yes, well, you've put me
in a very awkward position.

Henry was not best impressed
by your act.

Christ.

Call yourself a sodding agent.

I'll get the money myself.

I've got the balls
if you haven't.

Okay, okay.

I think we've seen enough

of the All Seeing Stupendo
this evening

without his balls
putting in an appearance,

crystal or otherwise.

And no checks.

I want cash
and I want it tonight

- or you're fired.
- There is such a thing

as online banking, you know.

Gerald, there are
three things in life

that I don't trust.

Banks and the internet
are two of them.

I don't suppose I should ask
what the third one is, hmm?

- Agents.
- Mm, charming.

Now, bugger off,

because I need to knock one out
in the shower

over that bird
with the twin airbags.

And you wonder why Paul Daniels
didn't ask you back.

Always on your own, eh, Stuart?

Better that way, mate.

What are you doing?

Playing on a new phone, innit?

One of them smart ones.

It's got internet,
games, everything.

Not that, that!

You said I should be
inconspicuous!

That's not what
inconspicuous means.

- What does it mean then?
- Look it up.

Not now.

Have you got
what I asked you for?

Where did you get it?

- Off my uncle.
- Where did he get it?

Off a dead German.

- In the war?
- Nah, Torquay, I think.

Well, how much
did he want for it?

Nothing, it's family, innit?

So where's the 500 quid
I gave you?

Jesus Christ.

Excuse me.

Have you seen my agent?

Tall, shifty looking, inbred?

Um...

Oh, I think I saw him leave
with Mr. Wilcox Steeds.

Grouse shooting, no doubt.

Thank you.

Thieving gypsy.

That's him.

Ah.

One for the road.

Oh, this is just like
being in the movies, innit?

What do you reckon
he's got in that bag?

Just drive.

Out you come, Henry.

Goodnight.

And it's curry time.

- So now what?
- We wait.

For what?

For him to go to sleep.

Right, right.

Should I put this on now?

I thought you'd said
you'd done this before?

Yeah, of course.

Don't watch that.

But just so a man's
absolutely clear...

It's breaking and entering.

It's not complicated.

We break and then we enter.

Got it?

Got it.

Are you Googling
breaking and entering?

Jesus.

Went through me
like an InterCity 125.

It's time.

Yes, now.

What is all this stuff?

Don't know.

It is creepy in here, man.

Dom.

Did you hear that?

- Eva.
- Don't use my name, you idiot.

- I'm sorry.
- Look, there's three rules

if you want to get through this
without getting caught, okay?

One, no names.

Two, never take the mask off.

Three, don't lose your shit.

Okay, now you know
why we're here.

Let's just get it done.

Yeah, but how are we gonna find
anything in this junk?

It's not gonna be down here,
is it?

He'll keep it close by.

Oh, it's like pissing
through a straw.

It's the same up here.

We ain't never gonna find it.

My guess, it's under his bed.

You want to go in there?

No!

I want you to go in there.

Jesus!

What the bleeding hell's
going on?

Ah, get off, get off!

what happened?

I don't know, I just fell.

So now what?

Just let me think.

Hold up.

This is him, innit?

Yeah.

But this dude's a psychic.

You never said nothing
about no psychic.

I said his name was
the All Seeing Stupendo.

What did you think
he was going to be, an optician?

I don't know, I just thought
he was like Greek or something.

Oh, just shut up
and let me think.

- But what if...
- What?

If he knew we were coming.

I mean, if he's like
a psychic, innit?

Does it look like
he knew we were coming?

It might be a trap.

He might be being
inconspicuous or something.

That's not what
inconspicuous means.

Look, remember rule three.

This is actually a good thing.

'Cause we don't need
to search the place now, do we?

We don't?

He can just tell us
where it is.

Right, 'cause he's a psychic.

No, because he's the one
who hid it, you moron.

Oh, just let me handle this.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.

- What?
- We should leave the tape on.

How is he gonna tell us
where it is

if we leave the tape on?

But what if he puts a curse
on us or something?

Curses aren't a real thing.

They are, bruv.

My nan had this curse
put on the cat next door,

stop it digging up
her dahlias like.

She got his hair
from the garden fence

and gave it
to this old gypsy woman, yeah?

She burnt it,
talking all this voodoo like.

Next day,
that day was dead, coz.

Had his head bashed in
by a spade.

Remember?

Rule three.

Ah.

Look, could I nip into the loo?

I'm bursting for a pee here.

You just went five minutes ago.

Ah, yeah, well,
it's my prostate, see.

I'm up and down every night
like a bare ass in a brothel.

My agent wanted me to go and
see this Harley Street quack,

but I thought, "I'll be boogered
if I'm gonna let anybody

stick their finger
up my jacksie

and charge me a grand
for the privilege."

Anyway, if I could just, um...

I don't want to have to wash
these pajamas again.

I've already done it once
this year.

How about this?

You tell us where the money is

and then you can go
and pee all you like!

What money is that, darling?

The money you've been
squirreling away

for a rainy day.

Sorry, sweetheart,

but if you two
have come to rob me,

I'm afraid you're gonna be
sorely disappointed.

I disagree.

See, I've been doing
my research

and I know all about you.

God knows
there's enough stories.

Old skinflint Stupendo,

tighter than a gnat's chuff.

Never trusts anyone
with his money.

A lifetime in the business,

and yet not a single penny
in the bank.

Prefers to keep it all
closer to hand.

I reckon you must be sitting

on quite a little nest egg
by now.

Stories, love.

That's all they are.

Sure, I'm a bit of a hoarder.

I never left a theater
without something in my pocket.

I've got plenty of posters
and programs, souvenirs,

but money.

By the time the theater
and my agent

and the bloody taxman
have had their cut,

I'm lucky
if I've got anything left

for a cab ride home.

Do you honestly think
that I would be living like this

if I was sitting on a fortune?

There's more chance of you
being hit by a meteorite

than there is of finding
any dosh around here.

So let's just bash on, shall we?

- What?
- He's got a point.

This place is grimy.

What if there really ain't
no money?

He's lying.

Doesn't take a mind reader
to figure that out.

Look, just keep quiet.

Let me sort this.

Okay, Mystic Meg,
I see what you're doing.

You're putting on
a little show for us,

but the trouble is

I've already seen
your shitty show

and it's all just
a bunch of lies, isn't it?

What are you insinuating?

I am insinuating that you
are a deceitful, dishonest,

detestable excuse
for a human being.

Have we met before?

Mind reading?
Talking to the dead?

Anyone with half a brain
can see that that's all

just parlor tricks,
misdirection, suggestion,

but that doesn't bother you,
does it?

As long as there is
a grieving widow

or a lovesick loner to exploit,

you are just gonna keep
spoon-feeding the same old crap

to make a quick buck.

Well, it's not gonna work
tonight.

You can't lie and cheat your way
out of this one.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I not the easy mark
you're used to?

Look, love.

I'm not some hack in some
cheap fairground sideshow.

I am the All Seeing Stupendo,

purveyor of magic and mystery,

conduit to the spirit world,

master of the forbidden arts.

Everything I do
up on that stage

is 100% genuine.

And you can't prove it isn't.

And that really sticks
in your craw, doesn't it?

'Cause you're the type

that thinks you've got
everything worked out.

But I do things
you can't explain.

So every time you see my face,

you are reminded
you don't know shit.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I not the easy mark
you're used to?

What now?

Who's this Mark dude you
and man keep chatting about?

'Cause we agreed
a 50/50 split, right?

Just shut up and let me teach
this arrogant prick a lesson.

No, please.

If you're so sure of yourself,
Mr. Psychic,

why don't you make
a prediction right now.

What color's the wall
behind you gonna be

when you tell your next lie?

Don't do anything rash, please!

Because I reckon
it's gonna be red!

Maybe with a dash of brain
thrown in.

Shall we see if I'm right?

She's a bloody loon, mate!

Yo, maybe we should just...

For Christ's sake, Dom,
stop interrupting me!

What?

You just said man's name.

I...

It was very quick.

I doubt he even heard it.

All right, Dom?

I'm Stuart, pleased to meet you.

It's just a name.

- It's not even important.
- But it's rule one.

Man's pretty sure you broke
rule three as well.

Yeah, but they're
more guidelines than rules.

Look, I'll sort this out.

Oh, hey, that's...

That's my stuff.

Why don't you head downstairs,

just find anything
that you think looks valuable

and me and him will have
a little chat.

Dom, please,
she's not right in the head,

she could do anything!

Don't go, mate.

It's fine. Go on.

Dom.

Dominic.

Listen.

Over here.

Don't ignore me.

You know what to do.

The All Seeing Stupendo.

You do everything, do you?

Mystic, medium, mind reader?

That's me, darling.

The complete package.

Must be nice.

All the glitz and glamour.

You think a summer season
in Blackpool is glamorous?

You been there lately?

It's all just pissed up
hen parties and stags dos

going at it like rabid dogs.

I doubt a coastliner's

seen that much bodily fluid
since D-Day.

How about Great Yarmouth?

You ever been there?

Yarmouth?

Probably. It all blends
into one after a while.

How about in 1982?

You perform in Yarmouth in '82?

'82, how do I know?

That's more than 30 years ago!

I've got a memory
like a bloody sieve.

You see, it's easy to find out
where the big acts went.

You can just look that up
on the internet.

You know, Geller, Greyson,
Orville the Duck?

But it's the smaller acts,

the ones down
at the bottom of the bill,

you know, the filler, the dregs.

It's harder to find out
where they went.

But I'll tell you
one thing I do know.

There was a medium
in Great Yarmouth in 1982,

and they did something bad.

Something very, very bad.

When I come to think of it,

I don't think I have
ever been to Great Yarmouth.

Oh, really?

I thought that your memory
was like a sieve.

Yeah, it comes and goes,
you know?

Oh, so it's a good thing

that you've got
all of these programs

and posters around to remind you
of the good old days.

I wonder.

I wonder if there's one
from Great Yarmouth in 1982,

because if there is,

you're gonna find
talking to the dead

a whole lot easier.

Shh.

Did you find anything good?

- Uh, not really.
- Oh, it's okay.

I need to have a look
down there anyway.

For what?

The money.

I thought you said
he'd keep it up here

close by and that.

Oh, there's been
a new development.

Look, you take this.

And keep an eye on him.

Oh, maybe keep the tape on.

You don't want to be
getting cursed

or anything, do you?

Man's a bit of a fan, innit?

Not you, that.

Obviously man's
never heard of you.

But like psychics
and mind reading,

man's well into that role.

I've never met
no one famous before.

This Olympic swimmer
come to our school once,

but she only won bronze,

so I guess that don't count,
does it?

You was on telly, right?

My dad was on a telly.

Only local news and that.

We thought he might
make it to Crime Watch,

but they went with that woman

that put her cat
in the bin instead.

You don't mind, right?

Smile, blud.

My nan will get a right kick
out of this.

She used to think I was psychic

because I had these voices
in my head when I was little

telling me to do stuff.

I just thought it was Jesus,

but apparently,
he don't tell you

to put bleach in the bird bath.

Anyway, I got
these electric shocks

in my head and boom.

Man's calm now.

It's legit, though.

That stuff you do
with the spirits,

getting all up
in their faces and that.

It has to be legit, doesn't it?

We've gotta go somewhere
when we die.

This can't be it.

'Cause that'd be bad.

That'd be real bad.

Dom.

You say something?

What's that?

No voodoo stuff, yeah?

Ow.

Look, son,
I'm not being funny,

but I really do need a piss.

I'm about to pop a kidney here.

I can't pee in that,
I'm not a Russian athlete.

Come on, it'll only take
a minute or two.

Oh, I don't know, man,

she wouldn't like that.

Look, Dom, you seem
like a really nice lad.

But can I give you some advice?

Never trust a woman.

I did once,
and I got completely shafted,

and not in a good way.

I mean, she's already
dumped you in it

with the name thing.

Was that really an accident?

Us lads, we have
to stick together, right?

So how about I forget
that I ever heard your name,

and you just let me nip
into the shitter

for a quick piss.

Sound okay?

Thanks, mate.

Like to keep the place tidy,
you know.

No tricks, yeah?

It's all right, lad.

I only know how to piss
the one way.

Can you just lift the...

And...

Don't think I can go
with somebody watching.

Ah.

Ooh.

Finished.

Could you just...

Give it a little shake first.

Thanks.

Ooh.

What is it?

I think I might be
about to follow through.

I had a lamb bhuna earlier

and it plays havoc
with me plumbing.

It comes out like a, you know,

party popper.

You're gonna have to do
the paperwork, I'm afraid.

Just make it quick, all right?

Yeah, don't think
that's gonna be a problem.

What the hell?

Where the hell is he?

Bog.

Oh, Christ's sake!

It's locked! Force it.

Shit. Help! Help!

Help!

- Help! Help!
- Grab him!

Help! Help... get off!

Get off me! Help!

Help me!

Help!

He's on top of me!

Get off me, you idiot!

No, you don't.

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't

bash your head in right now.

I'm blind.

I'm blind!

I'm blind!

- Man's blind!
- Dom, the gun!

The gun!

Who's doing that?

Put the gun down.

That's voodoo!

He's chanting voodoo,
he's making me blind!

It's just your balaclava!

- Stop him, stop him!
- Just take your bloody

balaclava off, you idiot!

I can see.

I told you.

There's nothing wrong with you.

I'm sorry, darling,

but that isn't entirely true.

What does that mean?
What does he mean?

I mean you were right
about the curse,

but it's not to make you blind.

- Don't listen to him.
- What was it for?

That was a black curse,

the same as the one
that your nan

put on next door's cat?

I learned it
from this old gypsy woman.

Oh, God.

He's just messing
with your head.

There's no such thing
as a curse!

But you said I should keep
the tape on his mouth.

I was joking!

A black curse isn't something
to joke about!

It's the death by dawn type.

- Dawn.
- Yeah.

The second the sun rises...

You can't seriously be falling
for this tripe, can you?

He's just taken what you said
and repeated it!

Come on, give me the gun.

Okay, okay.

But two can play at this game.

Look, Dom,
if it was a real curse,

the one he put on the cat,

then he would've had
to have burnt a lock of hair,

wouldn't he? Your hair!

You mean like this?

Oh, my days,
no, no, no, no, no.

Take it back, take it back now!

No, no, son, please.

You don't want anything
to happen to me.

I'm the only one
that can lift the curse.

But I'm not doing jack
until you two

sod off out of my house.

Christ's sake.

Dom, he's manipulating you.

This is what he does.

Don't let him do this,
he's a lying scumbag!

Oh, I'm the liar, am I?

Why don't you tell him
what you're really doing here?

She knows there's no money, Dom!

She's after something else.

She told me
while you were downstairs.

But funny enough,
she didn't tell you.

I wonder why!

I swear,
before this night is over,

I'm gonna prove that you are
a lousy stinking fraud!

There's more chance
of you being hit

by a meteorite, darling.

God's sake, will you
stop saying that?

It's completely meaningless!

No one has been hit
by a meteorite ever!

- Exactly!
- Shut up!

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

All you do is talk!

Chatting, chatting, chatting!

On and on and on!

Too much talking,
it's the voices.

I don't like the voices.

Show her!

- What?
- Show her your powers.

If she sees they're real,
then she'll leave,

and then you can lift the curse.

- Show her, blud!
- Well, um...

- This should be good.
- Well, I... I...

You can read minds, innit?

So read her mind.

- I can't.
- Told you.

I can't
because I've already read it,

so no matter what I say,

she will claim
that I'm a fraud anyway,

even if I'm not.

All right, read mine, then.

Oh, I'm sorry, son.

But there really isn't much
to be working with.

He can't do it.

Come on.

- Just give me the gun.
- Wait, wait.

What if I could
contact the other side?

Well... well, you can do that
while we're right here?

Sure, but there is
one condition.

If the spirits tell me things,

things I couldn't possibly know

that she couldn't
possibly explain,

then you two agree to leave here
and never come back.

And you'll lift the curse?

Agreed.

Agreed?

Agreed.

But, I have
a few conditions of my own.

Is that really necessary?

I've met plenty like you.

I know all your little tricks.

Oh.

Don't forget man's hat.

No, I really don't need...

Right.

I need you both
to sit down, please.

We need to join hands and...

Hang on, hang on.

When I went downstairs,
did you two talk much?

Um, well,

maybe a little.

Did you mention
anything personal

about anyone you know?

Uhh,

well,

my nan,

and my dad,

and this Olympic swimmer
that comes from my school.

- Oh, and cat bin lady.
- Jesus Christ.

Oh yeah,
I mentioned Him as well.

Right, this is how
this is gonna work.

He's gonna take anything
that you've said

and try something called
"cold reading."

What, like that book about
the flying snowman?

No, it means asking
leading questions,

throwing out vague statements

in the hope of tricking us
into thinking that his spirts

have said
personal things about us,

which is why we are only
gonna answer his questions

with "yes" or "no."

Okay?

Believe me, if we stick to that,

he's got more chance
of being hit by a meteorite

than he does
of contacting the dead.

- Are you done?
- Yes.

Good.

I can't wait to wipe
that smile off your face.

Now,

we need to join hands

and form a circle.

The circle must remain unbroken

at all times,

or contact with the spirit world
will be lost.

Spirits!

I call upon you now

to step out of the shadow world.

There are those here

who wish to speak with you.

Cross over

and make yourself known to us.

We are not alone.

There is somebody else here.

It's a woman.

Do either of you know a woman?

Yeah.

A deceased woman, Dom?

Yeah.

She passed away recently?

Yeah.

She died suddenly?

Suddenly, after a long illness?

Yeah.

I'm getting a name, Dom.

It begins with the letter P.

It's Paula, Dom.

It's Auntie Paula.

She... she died last month.

I said, "Yes or no only"

It's okay, Dom.

Auntie Paula wants you to know
that she's fine.

She's with Uncle Frank now.

Oh, and she thought

it was a beautiful funeral.

She wants me to tell you

that she loved
that wreath you got her.

The one with the pink roses.

Oh, and can you keep taking
Bingo for a walk in the park?

'Cause he really loves it.

Does that make any sense, Dom?

Yeh... yeah, yeah.

Oh, and she wants you to know

that you're gonna have
a really banging time

in Malaga next month,
and she's really pleased

that you got such a great deal
on the flights.

Wait.

There's something else.

Something else she wants me
to tell you, Dom.

It's about somebody who's come

into your life recently.

A woman.

Auntie Paula says

she's a liar,

that you can't trust her,

that she's hidden things
from you, Dom,

and she has
a terrible black heart.

Enough!

He's... he's making it up.

But, the funeral, Bingo, Malaga,
that's all true.

Well, you must've
mentioned something,

- given him some clue.
- No, I didn't,

I swear I didn't.

The curse, the curse.

I warned you,
the All-Seeing Stupendo

is the genuine article.

Come on, Dom, cut me free.

Dom?

Dom?

Oh, Dom, don't tell me

you've given her the gun.

For God's sake, didn't you hear
what Auntie Paula said?

It's a trick.

It has to be, it's a trick.

Typical bloody skeptic.

Only accepts the truth
when it suits her.

"The truth"?

"The truth."

Somebody told me a true story
once on my 18th birthday.

About a woman who fell in love

with a handsome soldier.

But, the soldier
went off to war,

and the woman was scared.

Scared he might never return.

Scared he would never see
the unborn child

she grew in her belly.

So, she went to see a medium.

Crossed her palm with silver

and asked to know the truth.

And the medium said,

"Do not be scared.

Take this coin,

keep it safe,

and no harm will come
to your soldier.

He will return."

And the woman took the coin

and went away with joy
in her heart.

But then,

the war ended,

and the soldier didn't return.

And as the months went past,

the woman realized that

the medium had lied.

Yet her soldier was dead.

And she was alone.

And then,

the joy in her heart

turned to sadness.

A sadness that

smothered her more
with every passing day

until she could no longer bear

to remember her soldier,

and she took the coin

and she scratched out his face

in every picture she had of him.

But, she...

she couldn't scratch out
the picture of him

that she had in her head.

So, instead,

she took the cord

from an iron,

wrapped it around her neck,

and hung herself

from the bedroom ceiling
while her newborn daughter lay

crying in her cot.

I've thought a lot

about the truth.

About what sort of cruel truth

would drive a woman
to abandon her child like that,

and do you know what?

Do you know what I've realized?

It's that

it wasn't the truth at all.

It was the lie.

The lie the medium told

that gave her hope.

That was
the cruelest thing of all.

It was the hope.

That's what killed her.

It wasn't suicide at all.

It was murder.

If this has got
anything to do with

all that Great Yarmouth stuff,

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

- Great Yarmouth?
- She thinks that I was

involved in something
in Great Yarmouth.

Something that happened
years ago, but honestly,

I've never even been there.

Yeah, you have.

What?

What?

Great Yarmouth,
it's on that poster, isn't it?

- What poster?
- Hold on.

This one.

I noticed it when you were
tidying up there.

You see at the bottom,
"The All-Seeing Stupendo."

- I knew it.
- Listen, I don't want you

- to get the wrong idea.
- I bloody knew it.

Just because
I was there doesn't mean

that it was me, does it?

I mean, when you think about it,
it couldn't have been me.

Oh yeah, why not?

Because, well, um...

you've been looking
for a phony medium,

and I've just proved to you
that I'm the real deal,

- haven't I?
- He's right, he did.

Okay, okay.

Prove it again, heads or tails?

What?

It's coin,
it's right here on the table.

- What coin?
- I can see it,

and he can see it,

so just read our minds.

- Heads or tails?
- This wasn't part of the deal.

- Heads or tails?
- This isn't fair.

- Dom, you have to help me.
- Heads or tails?

Please, mate
think about the curse.

Last chance, magic man.

Heads or tails?

Help!

Oh! Ugh!

Blow the candles out,
blow them out!

I think they're gone.

What if they run
around the back?

We left
the bathroom window open.

What can you see?

I told you to watch Pendrick.

I thought that meant
you was watching him.

If I was watching him,
why would I be in here?

- That's what confused me.
- Oh, just get back in there

before...

Why, that's man's phone,
I must've dropped it.

Wait.

There isn't a lock on this.

Yeah, it's new,
I ain't done it yet.

Hey, that's Bingo.

The devious little shit.

Nah, he's blessed, man.

I mean, he bit that kid
in the park once,

- but he was asking for it.
- Not Bingo, Pendrick.

Yeah, here is
Auntie Paula's funeral.

That's how he did it.

He's not got magical powers.

He's a bloody pickpocket.

Ow.

And here are the cheap flights
to Malaga, too.

What the hell is this?

No, it's all right,
I'm wearing a mask.

- Inconspicuous lad.
- One, that's not what

"inconspicuous" means, and two,

it's on bloody Facebook!

I wanted my nan to see it.

Oh...

Oh shit.

- Go and check he's not...
- Why me?

Because you're the one who likes
talking to dead people.

Go on.

Well?

I don't think he's breathing.

What?

Whoa, man, ugh.

What... what is it?

Oh, my days,
don't come down here, bruv.

Is there blood?

Nah.

He shat himself.

This is deep, man, I think
he shat himself to death.

You found it.

I found it.

There must be
thousands in 'ere.

Oh.

We're rich, bruv!

'Scuse me?

Hello?

Over... over here, young man.

Yes, that's right, you.

Get rid of him.

Would you mind, uh,
opening the door?

Hello, um, I was sure
I could hear voices,

so I thought I'd try
around the back.

I'm here to see Stuart.

- Stuart?
- Yes.

Sorry, don't know him, bro.

Then, why are you in his house?

Oh, Stuart, right,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, I...

I think man's in... in that... bed.

Ah.

Forgive me for calling
at such a late hour,

but he was most insistent

that I drop something off
for him tonight.

Well, do you think
I could step inside?

It's freezing out here.

- Uh, it's just...
- Oh, thank you.

Um, I'm Stuart's agent.

Gerald Plimpton.

And you are?

Uh, Gerald...

Gerald Symptom.

Gerald Symptom.

Bit of a coincidence?

Why then, uh, Gerald,

uh,

how exactly do you know Stuart?

Uh,

man's his nephew.

Right.

You are aware that you're...
you're wearing a tiara?

Uh.

Yeah... yeah.

Yeah, yeah, we was playing
a game of, like,

dressing up.

- You and Stuart?
- I thought Stuart was in bed.

Yeah, yeah,
we was playing it in,

like, bed.

Oh, my God, I... I... I see.

Sorry, I... I was so slow
on the uptake there.

I... I had no idea

that Stuart was...

an uncle.

Oh, it all makes sense,

now I think about it.

Anyway, um,
he was rather insistent

that I should, um,

drop off his fee
from the theater.

I would've been here
much earlier,

but I... I lost my wallet.

Would you... would you mind
passing it along?

Um.

I... I see you got your... your fee

in advance, eh?

Very wise, yeah.

Uh, but, thank you.

Before I... I toddle off,

I do wonder whether my wallet
might be here somewhere.

Well...

Stuart has been known to... to...

accidentally pick things up.

Um, would you mind
if I just have a quick look?

Don't worry, it won't take long.

- It's just...
- Uh, well,

it has happened before.

His hands,

unfortunately,
have a habit of wandering.

But, as I expect you know.

Anyway, um.

What on Earth is that stench?

Ah, it smells, um, like...

um, smells like lamb bhuna.

I... I'm quite partial
to curries myself, yeah.

I... I...

You know I like 'em nice
and... and... and runny.

Um.

What's that?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

There it is.

Yeah, well, um,

no problem then.

Right, then, uh,

I better leave you...

two... at it.

Um, just tell Stuart

that I'll call him
in the morning then..

Uh.

I... I don't suppose you...
you have a card.

Pity.

Well, cheerio.

Come here.

Eva?

Eva?

Quick,

put everything in here.

Whoa!

Jesus.

It was weirding me out.

So, what are we gonna
do about...?

I mean, we could
just leave him here.

Ain't our fault, is it?

He did it to himself,
it's an accident, isn't it?

Yeah, I'm sure that's what
the police will think.

He accidentally
fell down the stairs

whilst taping himself
to a chair blindfolded.

So, what are we gonna do then?

Find his keys.

Ah, right.

Why have I gotta drive this one?

Uh, I'm bad with big cars.

Kay.

Dom.

Dom.

The curse, Dom.

Don't forget the curse.

I'm gonna check it's all clear,
so you stay here, okay?

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.

You know what
I've been thinking?

If he had my phone,
why didn't he

just call the police?

Well, you heard his agent,
right?

Half the stuff in that house
is probably stolen goods.

He doesn't want the cops
sniffing around, does he?

But, what if he
didn't actually find it?

What if he really had... powers?

Doesn't matter now, does it?

Dom.

It... it's gonna be all right,
man, it's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be fine.

It's just in the head, bro,
it's just in the head, man.

It's... it's... it's... it's just...

it's just in the head.

You ain't real, bro,
you ain't real,

you ain't real, man.

Don't... don't say that.

You're saying that.

I ain't listening to you, man,
you ain't real.

Listen, Dom,
it's just in your head, bro.

What are you doing, Dom?

- Don't do that.
- Yeah, this is...

It's dark.

Why's it so dark?

Dom.

Come on.

Come on.

Dom, Dom.

What the...?

What the bleeding hell's
going on?

- Where are we?
- You... you... you... you...

- We... we thought that.
- What, I was dead?

- It... it was you.
- What?

- That.
- Jesus Christ!

Where did she find you?

One sec.

Where is psycho bitch?

She... she went to check
that there was nobody about.

She said she had to
make it look like a suicide.

I bet she did.

I've got it all figured out now.

There's been lots
of folk like me

winding up dead
over the last few months.

What you... what you mean?

I mean psychics, mediums,
clairvoyants.

All accidents or suicides,

but they weren't.

There's no way Roberta Angel
could've strung herself up

from that tree in Epping Forest.

The poor, old cow weighed
nearly 20 stone.

She couldn't get herself up
onto a front doorstep.

I... I don't understand.

Eva's story.

All that stuff about the woman
and the soldier,

that was her mom and dad.

She's the daughter,
the one that was orphaned,

and now she's looking
for this mystery medium

that she reckons is responsible.

Been at it for a while, too.

Roberta Angel, Monsieur Mystery,

Billy Vandervelt.

But, what... what about the money?

This? Forget about this.

It was just an excuse
to get you to come along.

Don't you see?

You're the insurance.

If anything goes wrong,
she's gonna pin it all on you.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
that ain't right.

You're a sucker, Dom.

An easy mark.

She had you set up
from the start.

Stop, stop it.

It isn't too late though, mate.

We can still make a run for it.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

What's going on?

He's alive.

Yeah, I can see that.

So, what do we do now?

Well, we've got no choice.

We have to just
stick to the plan.

Just get him out
and grab that bag, too.

I said, "Get him out"!

You ever been to Epping Forest?

What's that got to do
with anything?

Smash her.

Smash her.

Break every bone.

Well?

No.

No, I've never been
to Epping Forest.

So, what now?

Welcome to Dead Man's Point.

Many a sad, lonely souls

come here to end it all.

If you think
I'm jumping off that,

you've got
another thing coming, darling.

You can be dead before or after.

I don't care.

I don't think a bullet
fits with your suicide story.

Unless you've got
a different plan.

I don't need one.

See, that's why
I chose this place,

because if you jump
at high tide,

the current is just gonna
take your body out to sea

and no one will ever
be able to find you.

And guess what time
high tide is today.

Dawn.

Dawn.

See, Dom.

She's had this planned
from the very start.

Enough!

Don't.

So?

What's it gonna be?

So, this is how it ends,

on some God forsaken clifftop

in a pair
of shit-stained pajamas.

I don't wanna die.

Any last words?

Would they make any difference?

Maybe.

Admit it.

Admit it was you

in '82 in Yarmouth.

Admit that you have
spent a lifetime

exploiting and cheating people.

Admit it all,

and who knows?

Maybe I will spare you.

Admit it!

Admit it!

I am the All-Seeing Stupendo,

purveyor of magic and mystery,

conduit to the spirit world,

master of the forbidden arts,

and these are my last words.

You will never know the truth.

Ah, ah, no!

I can't do it.

Dom, Dom.

You... you... you... you said
I'd be dead by dawn.

You...

The curse.

Auntie Paula, none of...

none of it's true, is it?

You... you made it all up.

You lied.

It's nothing waiting on
me dying at least.

It's just nothing.

Oh, no, no, Dom, Dom,

there is something,
there is definitely something.

Then, you won't mind.

What?

Dying.

No, no, Dom!

No, don't... don't...
don't let me die.

- Don't let me die, don't...
- No, you'll be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm scared, I'm scared,
what if...?

What if this is it?

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

I don't wanna be...

inconspicuous.

That's really not what
"inconspicuous" means.

Thank God.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

I'd rather you leave it there,
young lady.

Would you mind, uh,
joining Stuart over there?

What are you doing?

What's... what's going on?

I'll be needing this.

I was gonna let this
little drama play itself out.

Ah, yeah.

I couldn't let you
take your final curtain

without you knowing
the truth, Stuart.

After all you are
the one that I've been

looking forward to the most.

"Looking forward to"?

Well, don't get me wrong,
the others were fun.

Roberta Angel, she...

her, particularly entertaining.

Quite so, she must've
dropped a dress size.

It was just as well,
'cause I almost slipped a disc

hauling her up
into that sodding tree.

It was you.

You killed them?

Killed who?

Guilty as charged, yeah.

Monsieur Mystery,
Billy Vandervelt.

- The lot.
- But, why?

Why?

Because you ruined
my father's life.

He had the biggest agency
in London,

until he started taking you

or you mystic kooks.

Psychics, fortune tellers,

telepaths.

He was obsessed.

Forgot all about
his other clients,

the good ones,
the profitable ones.

He turned down

Cannon and Ball for pity's sake.

I mean,
what kind of deranged mind

does that?

He lost everything,

and you, Stuart,
you were his first,

the one who
turned him on to all that

supernatural nonsense.

Started him
down that road to ruin,

dragged him down to your level.

Your father was a great man,
he was a visionary.

Oh, no, he wasn't.

He was just another easy mark,

desperate to believe
your bullshit.

And it is bullshit, isn't it?

You know Stuart Pendrick
isn't even his real name?

It's Silvanas Petrilangro.

The only son of a bona fide
Romani fortune teller.

You're a gypsy?

It's a good backstory, hm?

Only Stuart has never been
very keen on his heritage,

- have you?
- My mother was

an evil, old witch
who threw me out onto the street

- when I was 8 years old.
- Oh, quite.

You did whatever
you could to survive,

steal, lie, cheat.

Hm, rather a suitable education

for someone of your profession,
don't ya think?

Excuse me,
what is going on here?

Oh, I... I do apologize, my dear.

I gather you have
some score to settle

with the All-Seeing Stupendo,

but, well if I'm honest,
I really wanted to

blow a hole in his head myself.

- No.
- And this is the perfect story

to cover my tracks.

Breaking and entering,
theft, kidnap,

all leading to
a tragic clifftop shooter

with three fatalities.

- Three?
- I'm sorry, my dear,

can't have any loose ends.

Let's, um,
if you wouldn't mind...

Oop.

Stuffing these into your pocket,
make it look good

for the police.

This.

This is...

This was my mother's.

So, you were the one
who told all those lies?

What, was this how she paid you?

Alice?

Alice Grantham was your mother?

So, you admit it?

It wasn't a payment.

It was a lucky charm.

An exchange, a pendant for me,

and a silver coin for her.

What?

So, you were the medium?

Oh, God.

I wasn't the medium,
I was the bloody soldier.

What?

This picture here,
that's me with your mom.

No.

No!

This man, who's a soldier,

the nuns told me
at the orphanage,

he went to war
and he never came back.

I went to war,

to the Falklands in 1982,

to entertain the troops.

I told Alice to wait for me,
but I had an accident.

Tell her, Gerald.

Yes, my dear, it's true,
he fell off a stage

and went into a coma for a year.

He bangs on about it
all the time.

When I got out of hospital,
I went straight back

to Yarmouth,

but Alice was gone.

She was the only woman
I ever loved.

I thought she'd walked out
on me, she'd abandoned me

like my mother.

It broke my bloody heart.

Don't you see?

Your nuns only got
half of the story right.

A medium did tell your mom

that her lover
would return from the war.

But, that medium was her lover.

It was me.

What?

But...

Jesus Christ, if...

if all of this is true, then...

that means that you're...

- my...
- I'm your dad.

I don't even know your name.

It's Eva.

It's Eva.

Eva.

Bravo, bravo.

I thought Roberta Angel
was entertaining,

but this, I've gotta
hand it to you, Stuart,

you finally managed
to put on a decent show.

A fitting swan song.

I always told you
you needed to get yourself

a decent assistant.

- What are you doing, Stuart?
- You can kill me,

but you can't kill Eva,
I won't let you.

Sorry, old chap,
there's no other way.

If it's any consolation,

your death is gonna be
considerably more noble

than I ever imagined.

I really just thought
you'd shit yourself.

Again?

I'll do anything, Gerald.

What will it take to save her?

No, I'm afraid

it'll take a miracle now,
old boy.

Do you have any idea
what the chances

of that happening are?

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