Patience

(suspenseful music) (quiet background chatter) Man: ...there was any way that we were gonna get the deal done.

We have, and here we are.

Thank you.

(murmurs of appreciation) It's been a long road to get here.

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

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

(everyone toasting) (window smashes) (gasps) (woman gasps) What was that?

A bird just smashed through the window?

(grunting, groaning) (gasps) -Man: Ben?!

-Oh, my God.

(thumps on floor) Woman: (screams) No!

Ben!

(intro music) (traffic humming) (background chatter) (distant siren wailing) (mysterious music) (background PA announcement) Hey, headphones.

We've got another homicide.

-Okay.

Coming?

Or what?

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

They've all, uh, given statements.

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

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

Bullet through the heart.

Very clean.

Yeah, they're looking into vantage points for a sniper.

There's something strange about the trajectory of the bullet.

Yeah, there is.

There must have been...two.

Two?

Yeah.

Well, the bullet from that window couldn't have killed the victim, so, there must have been two shots.

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

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

-Yeah.

-Are you sure?

Well, she's always sure.

We should look into links between the people present and the victim, boss.

No, hang on.

Witnesses say they only heard one gunshot.

What the hell's that?

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

Sorry, what?

Didn't do Latin in Deptford.

Magpie.

Exactly.

Um, a Eurasian magpie.

Well, maybe it came in through the window when the glass was shattered.

Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?

Statistically unlikely, but... Maybe it's a calling card.

The Magpie'.

-Oh, what, the infamous art and jewelry thief?

This is York, not Monaco, DI Monroe.

It's more likely the bird did it.

(suspenseful music) Patience.

Hi.

-Hi.

I, I was just, uh... this might be a bit, uh, presumptuous or whatever, but, um... the address you got, the one for your mom.

There's a bus that goes right near it if you...wanted to go this weekend or... one evening after work.

-Okay.

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

Why?

Well, you know, uh, moral support.

Okay.

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

Okay, yeah.

Oh.

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

I d... no pressure.

(car rumbling) On the 13th of July 2016, a �25 million William Turner painting vanishes from Westminster Gallery.

It was one of his earlier pieces, actually.

Focused more on his architectural work.

Really interesting moment in his car... Anyway, there were guards, no visitors, no alarm was raised, no trace, no prints, just this, the thief's calling card.

(phone rings) Oh, sorry.

Oh, not now, Zinzi.

Sorry, Will.

Carry on.

So, this theft heralded in a series of increasingly spectacular heists around the world, but no-one's ever been able to unmask The Magpie.

Unmask?

You make him sound like Batman, Will.

Well, the next one took place in Moscow.

Uh, ballistics have come back.

Patience, you were right.

There were two shots fired.

One through the window and one into the victim, fired from inside the room.

So, someone in that meeting definitely pulled the trigger, then?

Except apparently no one had enough gunpowder residue left on their clothes to have fired the gun.

So... was someone else present that no-one saw?

Uh, The Magpie.

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

They're a thief, not a murderer.

Yeah, and they leave a stencil, not an actual dead bird, don't they?

And what about the two shots?

Why was only one shot heard?

I'll give my contact in Interpol a call and see if there's any updates on The Magpie.

Good work, Will.

Well done.

Yeah, we're looking for any recent intel, any evidence they've moved from art theft and jewelry heist to a...a homicide in York.

Listen, thanks for that, Rob.

I've, uh, I've got to go.

You're a hard man to get hold of.

Huh, not hard enough.

Listen, I just wanted a quick chat about your socials.

You haven't posted anything all week.

Yeah, I've been a bit busy.

Well, yeah, sure, but... the rebranding is gonna lose momentum.

Yeah, there's no point me posting about work if I'm not actually doing any.

You know, I'm sorry I haven't wanged on about my risotto, or the color of my duvet.

We're in the middle of a serious investigation.

Is that the York homicide?

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

(mysterious music) So, what have we got on the victim?

Uh, he was single, no kids, no close friends, no girlfriend, just colleagues, looks like the guy lived for his work.

Here's something.

A Guy Delton, he was on the list of visitors to the office building this morning.

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

Right.

Well, he's not hard to find, he's all over social media.

Yeah, he's a pretty famous behavioral psychologist, sort of breakfast TV type, right?

Apparently, he's got a new book out, and he's doing a signing in York right now.

Yeah, I'll go.

Might be free wine.

(loud background chatter) (bell tolls) The Mastery of Misdirection.

It's the basis of most magic tricks.

You look behind the curtain and you'll find magicians rely on your brain taking shortcuts, making assumptions, and filling in the blanks.

And that's when you... (clicks fingers) fall in the trap.

(laughter) Thank you.

Who should I make it out to?

Oh... (clears throat) City of York Police.

Oh.

I have quite a few fans in the police force.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-I don't.

-(laughs) I'd like to talk to you about... Magpie.

(mysterious music) I read minds.

And, um... it's all over social media.

Yeah, it's gone viral.

I bet your friend Zinzi will be pleased.

How does she know about this?

Eavesdropping, I presume.

Hello, um, sorry, can I interrupt?

-Oh, please do.

-Okay.

Uh, so, I, I did find something in the archives on Ben Jarrett.

He reported a mugging about two weeks ago.

Sounds like an opportunist took his house keys.

Anything happen with the muggers?

Have we managed to track em down?

No.

We did actually give him a parking ticket when he came to report it.

Oh, brilliant.

(phone buzzing) Oh, Guy Delton's in the interview room.

See what he's got to say for himself.

Do you want me in on this one?

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

You got time?

-Mm.

-Come on, then.

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

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

I've got a feeling I will, so we've got that to look forward to, eh?

-(scoffs) I thought the police were supposed to use evidence.

Alright.

Here's your evidence.

The register and the CCTV show you entering the building an hour before the murder, and leaving 20 minutes after.

What were you doing there?

-I was meeting a potential new publisher.

Orford Press.

My current ones are a bunch of charlatans.

Who did you meet with?

Well, no-one in the end.

I was asked to wait as they were running late, and eventually a PA had the audacity to tell me that the meeting was canceled.

You're welcome to check.

Oh, we have.

We could see that you signed in for a meeting with the Orford Press, but the publisher has no office in the building, and no PA working there.

She's got him.

They also told us that they'd never been in touch with you.

Well... I'm at a loss.

As, I suspect, are you.

These questions seem rather tangential, DI Monroe.

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

Hmm?

He does that.

It's all riddles.

There's no solution.

How frustrating.

I don't know about you, but it's not in my nature to live my life riddled with curiosity.

I need to go.

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

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

I think she's coming around.

Um, no.

Uh, It's not that.

I just... I just need to do something.

(background chatter) (soft music) Hi.

Um, Elliot.

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

Uh, I...I need to know.

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

(suspenseful music) Alright, Guy.

I'm sorry, may I call you Guy?

Please.

Free to go.

Or... you could...give us the benefit of... one of the finest minds of our time.

This is nuts.

I've worked with criminal profiles like him before.

He's a classic narcissist.

He wants a show.

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

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

He's dying to take credit.

-He is a master manipulator.

-Jake.

I can handle him.

And what other choice do we have?

(sighs) (door opens) (high tempo music) (police radio chatter) The victim was killed here?

Obviously.

So... everyone's around the table listening to the lawyer's speech.

They raise a glass.

(gun shot, glass shatters) Oh, ha-ha, and a noise makes them turn their heads.

They see a broken window... and a bird on the floor.

One colleague wonders, did a bird just smash through the window?

And your victim collapses.

Stone cold dead.

(muted gun shot) I'm spot on, aren't I?

Yes, according to eyewitnesses.

Would you like to know what actually happened?

-(whispers) DI Monroe.

-Please.

The floor is yours.

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

-And only one shot was heard.

-DI Monroe.

Wrong!

No shots were heard.

Uh, but we have witnesses that say that they... First, there is the magpie.

Dropped to the floor.

Then, the first shot... (muted gunshot) which breaks the window.

Gun has a silencer.

It's the noise of the shattering glass that draws everyone's attention, thus distract them.

(muted gunshot) (whooshing) (splatter) When the victim cries out, everyone turns back to look.

They see the bullet wound, and their brains do the rest, putting the facts in the most logical order, telling them that what they heard was a gunshot, when in fact... it was simply shattering glass.

So, why did you do it?

Oh, no-uh.

No confession today, DI Monroe.

I'm not your murderer.

Then what are we doing here?

We are admiring The Magpie's handiwork.

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

It's so elegant.

It's all about misdirection.

It's his forte.

Are you aware of the gorilla basketball test?

Are you aware of wasting police time?

A focus group was asked to count the number of passes played between two basketball teams.

During the game, an actor dressed as a gorilla flagrantly bounded onto the court.

Most viewers, focusing on the ball, didn't even notice him.

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

Their attention was simply elsewhere, as was yours, DI Monroe.

What?

He's removed his handcuffs.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

You're a clever girl.

You'd spot the gorilla.

The brain.

It's fascinating.

It's such an interesting and yet... untrustworthy organ.

(handcuffs clicking) (background chatter) Alright, you can say it.

-Boss?

-I got had.

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

And he can shove his untrustworthy organ.

And yes, I do know how that sounds.

(dramatic music) (bus rumbling) This is it.

So, how come you changed your mind?

Well, I guess it's... I guess it's better not to be riddled with curiosity all my life.

(dramatic music intensifies) Ready?

Yeah.

(footsteps receding) (birds twittering) (cups clinking) -Oh, thank you.

-Here you go.

(sighs) I don't really know what I can tell you.

Your mom moved away a long time ago.

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

Right.

Do you... Do you know where she moved to?

You don't know?

(poignant music) She passed away.

When?

About 13 years ago.

I'm so sorry.

Hang on.

(footsteps receding) This was here when I came.

I think this is you.

You held on to this for 13 years?

I never throw anything away.

Maddie: Mommy, can you come and help me?

Mommy!

Oh, Maddie.

Sorry, won't be a second.

You okay?

Stupid question.

-I'm fine.

(gasps) Is that you?

Yeah, and her.

You want me to help you put it on?

No.

No, I don't want to wear it.

Um, we're gonna go.

Of course.

I'm sorry to give you such sad news.

If there's anything else... Uh, thank you.

Sorry.

(dramatic music crescendo) He was right, wasn't he?

All the witnesses say they only heard one shot.

I've got something for you.

Oh, right.

Can you... watch out, that's from the, um, from the Cayman Islands.

-Oh, sorry, oh.

-(DI Monroe clears throat) (clears throat) What you got, then?

Ben Jarrett, our victim, was a loyal visitor.

Angels of the North.

No clich spared.

His login history shows he always requested the same girl.

Amber.

What does that mean?

Specialist in GFE?

Girlfriend experience.

Oh, what's that, then?

(clears throat) It seems, um, just like accompanying clients to, to parties and taking em on dates, that sort of thing.

Want to go and meet her, Jake?

-What, me?

-Yeah.

You're a police officer, I'm not asking you to go on a date with her.

No.

Yeah, no, of course.

Alright.

(clears throat) (poignant music) (paper flapping) (up tempo music) (lights clanking) (quiet chatter) Jake?

I'm Amber.

I was so happy to get your call.

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

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

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

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

-Oh, I'm afraid I can't.

-He's been murdered.

(suspenseful music) Oh, my God.

Did you know him well?

Well, he was my client, but... we were close.

What happened?

We don't fully know.

Did he ever mention anything he was worried about?

Family, friends?

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

I don't think he had much of one.

He traveled a lot for work.

I know he found that stressful.

He wanted to slow down a bit.

Did he have a plan?

Um, he said he wanted more time with me, and to do the things he loved.

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

Magic?

(clanging) Uh, it's just through here.

Miss Evans.

(dark music) Not such a goody two-shoes after all.

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

Um, well... Yes, there are... there are several rules about it.

Well, it's just no one actually... they don't come back here.

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

It's cool.

So, um... what are we looking for exactly?

Just talk me through this.

Yeah, okay.

Well, I'm acutely aware of noise, but also silence.

The noise is the hundreds of cases involving Ben Jarrett as a lawyer, which are totally unrelated to his death.

So, if you block that out, you can see what you need to.

(mysterious music) 1995, Ben Jarrett was arrested for pick-pocketing.

Uh, he was a teenager.

And pick-pocketing, seems he was pretty successful at it.

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

(buzz, click, door opens) (door closes) (Patience clears throat) Wow, you've been busy.

(clears throat) So, 30th of July 2016.

Ben Jarrett was in London the day the Turner was stolen.

4th of May 2018, he traveled to Moscow the day the Narkovsky diamonds were taken from a jeweler's in the Red Square.

Lastly, 6th of August 2022, he stayed in the Infinity Oasis Hotel the day the Magpie stole the takings from the Dubai Steeplechase.

And Amber said he traveled a lot for work.

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

(suspenseful music intensifies) Ben Jarrett wasn't The Magpie's victim.

He was The Magpie.

Brilliant.

But we're still no closer to the murderer.

-How sure are you?

-Will?

Jarrett's bank account's healthy, but it's in line with a lawyer's income.

No red flags.

-Where are the millions?

-Good question.

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

Jake, what have you got?

Well, I managed to get hold of Ben Jarrett's juvenile file.

He did spend some time in a Young Offenders, and this place hit the news because they ran a special rehab program with a guy called Jay Presto.

-Oh... Uh, who's Jay Presto?

What?

Oh, he was a famous TV magician.

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

-Yeah.

Woo!

-Woo-hoo.

Never heard of him.

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

Well, anyway, you're in luck, 'cause these days Jay Presto runs a little magic museum, so... Ah, cool.

How about it, headphones?

Hm?

(light music) Managed to identify The Magpie.

Interpol failed to do that for two decades.

Let's see what else you've got.

Okay.

Right, guys.

Keep digging.

(dramatic music fades in) Oh!

Oh, wow.

Wow, this is amazing.

This is amazing.

Jay Presto, like, was Saturday morning TV.

Had this brilliant show.

Everyone watched.

I didn't watch.

I spent my Saturday mornings trying to improve my interpretation and understanding of regression coefficients.

(gasps) (whispers) The sword box.

Do you know, I still have absolutely no idea how he did it.

Really?

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

The assistant would look like she's lying fully down, but really she'd only be in this middle compartment, so, all the long swords would go into the empty compartments, these would be angled up or down... And actually, it's... I didn't want to know, but... (playful beat) Thank you.

(footsteps receding) (curtain swooshes) (light up tempo music) Good afternoon.

Hello, Mr.

Presto.

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

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

Pick a card.

Go on.

Okay.

-Lovely.

-Do I look at it?

Hm-mm.

Now put it back in the deck, sweetie pie.

That's the stuff.

(cards shuffling) Is that your card?

No.

How about... that one?

Yes.

Yes, it is, yep.

Hm.

Very clever.

It's a sleight of hand.

It's a technique.

It's very easy to master if you've got the right... Yeah, could you stop spoiling the magic?

(dramatic music) Hmm.

(background chatter) (door opens) Zinzi.

Hi.

Do you want a drink?

Uh, I've brought you a kombucha.

I don't know what that is.

-The, uh, tweet you tweeted.

-You mean my post?

Whatever.

You compromised an investigation.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Now, look, the Chief Constable thinks this is necessary, but if you can't learn to respect police procedure, it's not gonna work.

Do you understand?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.

This is serious.

It's not a supermarket.

I know, I kno... I know, I shouldn't have done it.

Damn right you shouldn't.

I feel terrible, DCI Baxter.

I've completely overstepped.

(siren blares distantly) It's okay.

I mean, obviously it's not, but...we all make mistakes, so just don't worry about it.

You alright?

Yeah.

Thank you.

And I promise you, this will never happen again.

Good.

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

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

(door closes) Mm.

No.

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

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

What was he like?

Eager to learn.

Absorbed everything.

He was talented.

-At magic tricks?

And basic illusion.

Can I?

Yes.

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

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

So, you taught young offenders magic?

Mm.

Whatever happened to carpentry?

Well, magic gave them confidence, the ability to engage with others and develop their intuition.

I turned pickpockets into... Well, what did Ben Jarrett do?

He was a lawyer.

Well, there you are.

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

No, I mean, just... If you think of anything, uh, just, um... Let me give you this.

And... let me give you this.

(playful music) And let me give you this.

Solved.

Hmm.

She's a police officer and they are just tricks, so, I don't understand how she didn't see through them.

Hm.

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

How do you mean?

Well, it's like my mom.

She's...neurotypical.

She's an artist.

And she loves these Impressionist paintings.

So, when she looks at them, she can see like a landscape, or maybe, maybe a train.

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

Yeah, I'm like you.

But I think it's good 'cause I can spot details my NT friends can't.

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

Yeah.

My brother has a Batman movie poster, and one of the bats is flying upside down.

That's impossible.

Exactly.

And he doesn't seem to care.

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

Maybe you ruined it for him.

Don't get me started on Batman.

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

But the noise is of... a piston engine.

It's completely ludicrous.

(soft music) It's her.

It is.

Yep.

(clears throat) Hi.

Yeah, look who turns up half hour before Ben Jarrett's murder and leaves 10 minutes after.

Amber, Jarrett's favorite girlfriend experience.

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

Oh.

Shoot.

-Um... Well, I...I just wanted to apologize for ruining the magic the other day.

-What?

-Well, I just... I didn't get how you kept missing the tricks.

And, and I realize that your brain's wired differently, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Right, uh, thank you.

(door opens) Why didn't you tell us that you were at the scene of the crime?

I knew it would look bad.

Yeah, it looks worse now.

I can explain.

I think you should.

Two days before Ben died, I got an email from a new client.

He wanted to play a trick on an old friend.

Who?

Someone called Guy Delton.

I had to pose as a PA for a publishing firm, keep him waiting, um, and then tell him the appointment was canceled.

And you didn't ask any questions?

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

But then when I found out that Ben had been killed, I, um... I was just too freaked out to say anything.

And who was the client?

He didn't give a name.

It was all done by email.

-Will.

-On it.

And did Ben Jarrett mention any financial set-ups, like offshore accounts for insurance?

No, no.

God, no.

He, he, he would never.

He wasn't like that.

We just did normal stuff.

You know, we watched TV, went to dinner.

You know that, um, antique center?

He loved the little curiosities place.

He was such a nerd.

It's kind of adorable.

Sorry.

(clears throat) No.

No, that's okay.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

I guess we're releasing Guy Delton then, if Amber's given him an alibi.

Yeah.

I was really looking forward to pinning something on him as well.

He was such a piece of work.

Ah, well, I don't think the master of misdirection will love the fact that he was duped, if that's any consolation.

Yeah, sort of.

Wait, Will, go back 10 seconds in that CCTV of the business center.

(mysterious music) So, there were five members on the SOCO team that day, but look, six.

Six come out.

Hang on.

She's right.

Yeah, so who's the sixth?

Our murderer making his getaway?

Have you got our emails up?

Yeah, he doesn't give much away, this anonymous client.

-What's the address?

-It's encrypted.

(muttering) Dear...thank you and good luck, sweetie pie.

Sweetie pie?

(sirens blaring) (tires squealing) (officers chattering) (dramatic music) (police radio chatter) Search warrant, sweetie pie.

Check upstairs.

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

This is outrageous.

How well did you know Guy Delton, Jay?

-Who?

-The man you framed for Ben Jarrett's murder.

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

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

Boss?

It has a silencer.

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

You let me get my coat?

(suspenseful music) (light switch clanks) DI Monroe: Oh, for Christ's sake.

(lights clank) Oh, f...where is he?

Jake: Here, take that.

– DI Monroe: Is he outside?

– Jake: No.

DI Monroe: Did he come past you?

-Here.

-Did you check in there?

Jake: Yeah.

(sinister music) (inhales, exhales deeply) (sinister music intensifies) (panicked breathing) Why did you do it, Jay?

Why did you kill him?

(scoffs) You knew who Ben Jarrett really was.

Was it envy 'cause he was The Magpie?

Still a step behind, DI Monroe.

He wasn't The Magpie.

(ominous) We were The Magpie.

(high tempo music fades in) Aargh!

Oh.

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

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

And anything you do say may be used in evidence against you.

(somber music) So... all you did was just launder the money, stick it offshore.

Jarrett took all the risks.

You were just a glorified accountant.

I was the mastermind behind every single heist.

They were my ideas, my strategies.

(dramatic music) And then he had the gall to think he could go it alone.

So, he broke in.

Stole the Narkovsky blue diamonds, worth three million.

DI Monroe: And then you tried to get them back, had him mugged, got his keys.

His was an act of war.

I had no choice.

But they had vanished.

Killing was revenge.

You framed Guy Delton 'cause you knew he was top of Interpol's list as Magpie suspect.

-(laughs) As if Delton could be The Magpie.

Jumped up mind reader.

-Not a fan.

-(scoffs) No, I mean, me neither.

Master of misdirection.

Unreadable.

Self-congratulatory, dull, bit like him.

(laughs) Yeah, he's a snitch.

He learned our secrets.

Sold them to the public as psychology.

It was completely unethical.

Unethical, yeah, that's interesting.

I suppose murder doesn't... doesn't seem unethical when you're humiliated, betrayed.

Where's my lawyer?

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

The Magpie.

What a story.

You had us all running round in circles for decades.

What did, um... Time Magazine call you?

Genius.

Brilliantly creative.

Of course, you know, at the moment everyone thinks it's Jarrett, you know.

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

The podcast.

You, you'll... You'll just be that bloke who did some card tricks with a puppet in the 80s.

And your... greatest... feat of illusion... killing Jarrett, no one's ever gonna know how you did it.

How you evaded the cameras.

Stole a uniform.

Hid in a cupboard.

Hid in a cupboard?

No.

(sighs) It's not some act of whimsy.

You don't just borrow a costume and turn up like it's World Book Day.

No, something like this, it takes...meticulous planning.

I befriended the concierge.

Found the schedule for their catering company, insinuated myself into their temporary staff rota.

(suspenseful music) Entered the building the night before, ready for an early start as catering liaison for an important merger meeting.

(Guy chattering) He didn't even look up.

Everything I taught him about observation, and he didn't even see me right in front of his face.

I'm the best.

And he forgot that.

(Guy chattering) (dark music) (glass shattering) (music fades) (Guy falls) I waited it out in the building while you clucked around the crime scene.

Enjoyed the champagne and then... left with your forensics team.

You know, you'd think they'd be more observant, given their job.

Anyway... I'm sure you'll agree it was a brilliant feat of misdirection.

Absolutely, yeah.

Well done.

Still got caught, though.

And neither of us are any wiser as to where the Narkovsky diamonds are.

It looks like we've both been had.

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

To celebrate.

Mm.

I think it's probably too early to celebrate and...I don't really think I'm part of the team.

Oh, really?

You look like you are to me.

Um, also... thank you for... coming with me the other day.

It was... -No, of course.

I am sorry about your mom.

It's fine.

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

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

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

So... Oh, look at that.

I didn't know you were into antiques.

I know this place.

I had a girlfriend who worked here.

Oh.

Ha.

-Oh, you're jealous?

-No.

I mean, it's not surprising.

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

Must be all the PPE.

-Yeah.

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

It's the overshoes.

Oh, yes.

They are sexy.

(laughs) Let's go in.

Sure.

Right, okay, Evans, spill it.

What are we actually here for?

Well, the Narkovsky blue diamonds.

The Narkovsky blue diamonds, right.

(clears throat) Never boring with you.

And what, you think they're here somewhere?

I don't know.

Ben Jarrett liked it in here.

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

I think he liked the game of it.

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

Too easy.

And most people don't see the gorilla.

(dramatic music) So, are we looking for diamonds or a gorilla?

(mysterious music) That's not a magpie.

No, that's a cuckoo.

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

But, well, that's what they do.

They steal them.

What?

(gasps) It's a diamond.

Amazing.

Unknown from an anonymous collector.

-Two.

-(laughs) Three.

(laughing) -I knew it.

-(laughs) It's him.

It's The Magpie.

Hiding in plain sight.