One for the road.
The show is almost over and Marshall Silverfield is looking through the audience for his final volunteer. This is his favorite part, and one he can’t seem to get enough of. For his final trick on the final day of a series of shows, he will make one lucky person’s life … disappear. There she is. He asks for a volunteer from the audience and of course she raises her hand just like the rest of them. After looking through the audience he invites her on stage, performs the trick and she disappears. A lion is in her place. Then he brings her back, miraculously, and sends her on her way, but not before handing her a piece of paper. They meet for a drink backstage after everyone has left, and he shows her his favorite trick. The sword through the box. After a several drinks he convinces her to get in the box. It’ll be fun! She downs her drink and says, “Let’s do it.” A few minutes later he asks if she’s ready. Then he gags her mouth. Her eyes grow wide with fear, he hadn’t mentioned this. It’s all part of the trick, he says. Then he plunges the blade into the box and watches as the life fades from her eyes.
After loading up and traveling to the next town, Marshall is getting anxious. It’s been two weeks since his last kill and he’s ready for more. But, alas, he has to wait for his final show. He can’t kill until right before he leaves town so he can properly dispose of the body, maintain a solid alibi, and hit the road before the shit hit the fan. He thinks it’s his best trick. He calls it Road Kill. Too bad he’s the only one who gets to see the show. Still the entire game was a thrill, and the fun begins today. Two weeks till his last show in this town. Just enough time to make a new friend, make her feel special, and then invite her to a very special after-show party where he’ll perform a trick that no-one else has ever seen. No-one living anyway. Of course there are rules, they can’t say a word about it until after the trick is done. He’s going to video tape it and wants her to be completely surprised. No telling anyone. He loved the sneaking around almost as much as the kill. Almost. A knock at his door. A detective. He needs a few words. We learn that the detective has been following his show for several weeks now and believes that there’s a murderer following him from town to town killing people. Marshall is shocked. But of course he’ll do anything he can to help them find the absolute scum who’s behind the killings. The next two weeks we watch as Marshall finds a beautiful girl, charms her, wines and dines her, then convinces her to be his secret volunteer. She can tell all her friends AFTER the show, but not before. They have to promise. Oh, the thrill of possibly getting caught. Now heightened by a detective snooping around his show. It’s a tap dance, Marshall knows this will be the last time he’ll ever perform his road kill trick. But he’s a professional and, of course, loves a challenge.
Marshall is buzzing. It’s his final show. Police have surrounded his tent. He’s been cooperating hand in hand with the entire force. Sneaking his lovely new friend, Susan, into his trailer through a secret entrance made up of mirrors. It had been a lovely two weeks, filled with so much delicious anticipation. He was almost bursting. Since he’s retiring his favorite trick, he’s changed things up a bit. He’s always wanted to perform it this way. Finally it’s time. He has Susan enter the assistant’s stage box and hoists it into the air. She knows what to do. Then he’s on stage. Asks for a volunteer. A young man will do. He places him into a box that is an exact duplicate. After a little hocus pocus he performs the trick, saws the man in half, then stabs him with numerous swords, all while he looks around smiling, wiggling his hands and feet. Then, with a dramatic flare, Marshall removes the swords one at a time, pulls the saw free, and opens the box, letting the man go free. The crowd goes wild. He spins the box, shows it empty from all angles, closes it and takes a bow. Then, casually, while the applause roll in, he takes a sword and drives it into the box just as the curtains close. There’s a muffled cry as the sword punches through the bottom of the box, blood pooling at the tip of the blade.