Wine? Check.
Stalls? Allocated.
Each and every one.
Miss Garfield, are you quite
sure I'm ready for this?
Of course you are, my dear.
Your work truly shines.
May I suggest, to negate any
unfavourable comparisons,
that we divide the hall
into arts and then...
..crafts. Segregation?
Poppycock!
SHOP BELL RINGS
Hello, there! Hello, there!
Father! Mrs D.
One moment, Father.
As the art teacher in the
village for many years
and as a graduate of the Royal
College of Art... Oh, here we go!
..we cannot refer to
Meryl as an artist,
although she does
make lovely trinkets.
Jewellery. Exactly. You
see, art is transcendental
and crafts are just
a trifle mundane.
Cyril, dear, don't
be such a snob.
Arts and crafts must be inclusive.
Wouldn't you agree, Father?
Yes. Um... Of course.
And on that note, I'd
like to sign up for
the life drawing
competition, please.
Wonderful!
Although, I gather my model has
just been struck down with measles.
So, Father...
No, no, no, er...
Absolutely not.
I have someone in mind.
Just you leave it with me.
You are an angel,
Mrs D! Sign here.
Oh!
Are you partaking, yourself?
Oh! Heavens, no.
I just want everyone to be
inspired and get involved.
And what could I win? Oh, erm...
Oh, isn't that lovely?
And you may even get your
picture in the Gazette. Ooh!
Although having seen
your work, Mrs Devine,
I wouldn't get your hopes up.
It's far more likely
to be my own visage.
From the very first moment
you arrived last summer,
you have been a
breath of fresh air.
We all owe you a debt of gratitude
for organising this event.
Why, thank you,
Father. I do try.
Are you expecting
many to attend?
One hopes so. But
who knows? Well...
..actually, I think you might
be pleasantly surprised there.
Surprise! I submitted a
photograph of one of your pieces
and a little write
up of the fair.
What do you think?
What do I think?
I think you are an imbecile!
LOUD SLAM/CHINA SMASHES
What have I done?
Gentlemen, don't just stand there
staring at it. Hang it up, please!
Oh, for goodness' sake! Does
that look straight to you?
Do I have to do everything
myself? Miss Garfield...
What?
There has been a catastrophic error
in the positioning of our stalls.
I don't mind moving. Cyril, I
will not have a two-tier system.
And, you, stay where you are.
Ah, Father! Just the man.
Thought I'd pop along early.
Lend a hand. You
really are heaven sent.
Measles has just eradicated my
judge as well. Awful business.
Oh, dear. Wonderful. I knew
you'd step into the breach.
Who could be more
impartial than you?
She's been impossible ever
since she saw the journal.
Do you have any idea why?
Doesn't want that kind
of attention, apparently.
But why hide your
light under a bushel?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Oi!
Is it you...
..THE Gaynor Garfield?
THE Marmaduke Snell...
Welcome.
It's such an honour!
Indeed.
What brings you to Kembleford?
This sublime work.
I simply had to meet
the lady responsible!
And you are...?
Delighted to meet you.
Enchantee.
Quite remarkable!
I'll take every last piece. Yes?
Unfortunately, they
aren't for sale.
Oh, my dear! I really can't
take no for an answer.
Well, then... if you insist.
I very much do!
Ah! Life drawing...
How serendipitous. I can
never resist a contest.
Alas, the competition is
only open for Kemblefordians.
Aw, I'm sure an
exception can be made.
In the meantime...
..I'll take a table
to sell my wares,
if anyone in this
village can afford them.
What an honour!
Cyril, you'll share
with Meryl. Aw!
Chop chop!
Ah, the perils of
the countryside...
Anything I can do to help?
Yes. Perhaps you could
locate the wine, Father.
I think I'll be
needing it very soon.
It shouldn't be long. I
think you'll approve, Father.
Let's just say that
God has provided. Ah!
BOTTLES CLANKING
Morning! Good morning!
Morning. Morning, Sister.
CLANKING
Oh, no! Agatha! Oh, no...
No, please... Look out!
Good Christ, woman!
Oh... Oh, my giddy aunt!
Oh! A thousand apologies!
Oh! Agatha's brakes can be
rather temperamental, you see.
You stay away from me, crazy
penguin! Name and convent!
Sister Boniface. St Agnes'. Expect
a complaint to your superiors.
You're a menace to society!
I'm sure it was an accident.
And you seem to be uninjured.
This need go no further.
Unlike you, Father,
I don't forgive!
It's so nice to see you,
Father. Likewise, Sister.
Please tell me you have another
six bottles under your habit.
I'm sure I ordered 12.
Oh, crumbs!
I'll take one of those,
by way of compensation.
Wouldn't you agree? Well, I
suppose it's the least we can do.
This particular one is an
exceedingly fine vintage.
I'll be the judge of that.
Right. Time I was off.
Father Brown, we must have tea
when you're next at St Agnes'.
And a slice of
Battenberg! Godspeed all!
What a funny little nun!
Father, I trust I have your support
for the life drawing competition.
I will judge each work
on merit, Mr Frogmore.
Yes. But we mustn't
let an interloper...
What do we have here? A
veritable hotchpotch, it seems!
Ah! Just the ticket.
Oh!
I am so honoured!
It's the very first
time I've sold my work.
And one very much expects
it will be the last.
I'm sorry?
Your "work" has no
artistic merit whatsoever.
But at least it's functional.
This should scrape the
mud off my shoe perfectly.
SHE SOBS
At least you can say it's
been touched by greatness!
That was uncalled for.
These look horribly familiar.
Time for lunch,
everyone! Off we go.
I'm not quite finished
curating my works.
Perhaps you could assist?
How can I say no?
TIMER RINGS
All right. Let's see, then.
Well, who's that supposed to be?
It's a very good
likeness, Mrs Devine.
Thank you, Father.
It would appear that I'm
now judging the competition.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
I must say, I wish I wasn't.
A renowned artist
has entered the fray,
and Mr Frogmore will not
take lightly to losing.
Well, at least I've
found a model, Father.
Someone dapper and handsome
with a quiet authority who
just oozes intelligence.
Why not give
something new a try?
Nah. I don't have an
artistic bone in my body.
It's important to let your
creative spirit run free.
Mm... If you say so.
I don't get those at all.
Marmaduke Snell's abstracts
are the toast of London.
Not to my taste, I must confess.
Oh, dear! Has anyone seen Meryl?
She was supposed to take
part in the competition.
ALARM SOUNDS
Time, everyone. that's time!
Never again. Father,
if you wouldn't mind?
Interesting.
Is that really how you
see me, Goodfellow?
Sorry, Sir.
I hope you like it.
Mm. That's more like it.
My goodness! Can I keep
this? For a nominal fee.
Right...
Well, having considered
all the entries...
Thank you very, very much.
I would say that I find winning
difficult, but that would be a lie.
I would like to dedicate this
award to my wife and muse...
I haven't announced
the winner yet.
Oh, come now!
The other work ranges from...
How do I put this? Competent
at best to truly execrable.
How dare you! This is not
the spirit of the fair!
Calm down, woman! You'll
give yourself a hernia.
Ah!
HE COUGHS
Surely the wine
can't be that bad!
GASPS Everyone stand back.
He's dead. GASPS
BULB FLASH
Curious...
Blood? Looks like red paint.
And from the colouration
in Mr Snell's face,
and the smell of almonds, I
would suggest cyanide poisoning.
I'll be the judge of
that, thank you, Father.
Sergeant, bag up the bottle,
cork and glass for the lab.
Righty-o, Sir. Constable...
And find out who supplied
the offending wine.
Ah...
I may be able to help with that.
Well, this is jolly exciting.
I'd like to see the photographs of
the scene and the report, if I may?
Who do you think you are?
Father Brown? I'm sorry?
I don't think you understand the
gravity of the situation, Sister.
It is most befuddling...
Fact! The wine could not
have been compromised.
I bottled it myself.
Therefore, the bottle opener
must have been poisoned.
The cork had not been
fully penetrated.
Hmm. Then, I must surmise that the
poison was already in the glass.
Mr Snell chose
the glass himself.
I think he would have
noticed some cyanide.
Perhaps I might be
permitted to examine all
the evidence in my laboratory?
Excuse me?
Well, I do have a Masters
degree in biochemistry. Cantab.
Not to mention that Locard
is a particular hero of mine.
"Fact" - you are a nun.
A sample of the wine has been
sent to a police laboratory.
I prefer to lay my
trust in professionals.
I see.
Well, there is one thing
that you're missing.
Motive. Mm.
It says here that the
deceased was about to complain
to your superiors after you
almost crashed into him.
That's hardly a motive for
m*rder, Chief Inspector.
I've contacted St Agnes'.
All wine production has been
suspended, as a precaution.
Yet another blot on my copybook.
I can't imagine Reverend
Mother will be pleased.
Livid is the word I would use.
It is inconceivable that Sister
Boniface would take a life.
That, Father, is why I'm giving her
the benefit of the doubt, for now.
Let us hope the wine
sample comes back clear.
In the meantime, Sister,
do not leave the area.
That'll be all.
Surely there must be
some other explanation.
Of course there is, Sergeant.
And we will find it.
I knew I could rely on
you, Father. Always.
You've investigated
together before?
Oh, yes! Some years
ago now, at St Agnes'.
Two deaths in a row.
Holy cow!
Brenda!
Sorry.
A very sad affair.
Sister Boniface
was most helpful.
How else could Mr Snell
have ingested the poison?
He ate something?
Oh! A poisoned pear drop,
perhaps? Or smoked something?
However it was administered,
the poisoner must have
acted in the break
before the fair opened,
when the hall was empty.
Yeah. But why would
anyone want to k*ll him?
Mr Snell greatly upset Miss
Plunkett just before lunch.
Did he, indeed?
And there was something
unusual on the body.
Banknotes smudged
with red paint.
I think a rigorous examination
of the crime scene crime
is in order, Sister.
Tomorrow morning?
Father, I can think of nothing
that I would enjoy more.
BIKE BELL PINGS
How are you, Sister?
Somewhat excited.
I've been putting together
a "crime kit", if you will.
Camera, torch, magnifying glass,
gloves, aluminium powder, luminol.
You have come prepared.
Fudgeberries and cream!
Yes...
I'll take care of that.
Father Brown!
Between you, me and
the Lord, Sister.
No sign of any red paint.
Anything?
Just this, it seems.
Seeds in the mud.
From Mr Snell's shoes.
Fascinating.
I couldn't help noticing that
yesterday you said you had another
blot on your copybook.
Ah, yes.
I am rather persona
non-grata at the moment.
My former lab, I sort of, erm...
Yes?
..blew it up. I see.
I was experimenting, you see,
with new fertilisers when the
ammonium nitrate accidentally
crossed paths with a Bunsen burner.
This whole business with the wine
couldn't have come at a worse time.
Between us, Father, I am a
little bit unhappy at St Agnes'.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Have you thought about
asking for a transfer?
I couldn't possibly, Father.
St Agnes' has been
my home for years.
Sister... Metal polish.
Bravo, Father!
Yes! Certain metal cleaning
solutions contain potassium cyanide,
a highly toxic and
fast-acting poison.
This could well be
our m*rder w*apon.
And yet, the tin itself
is no longer here.
Are you sure we should be
reopening? I mean, a man has d*ed.
It is patently clear he was a
boil on the bottom of humanity,
so why should we let him spoil
the cultural event of the year?
Oh, do hurry along, Meryl. Stop
dilly-dallying. Don't be cross.
I'm going back for my jewellery
box, to pack up my stall.
My darling girl,
in life, you must have the
courage of your convictions.
But Marmaduke Snell
hated my work.
Who gives a fig? I love it.
Maybe next year...
Miss Garfield.
Miss Plunkett.
Father. Sister, oh dear.
I don't imagine yesterday
was good for business.
I am quite certain the
wine was not responsible.
May we have a word
with Miss Plunkett?
Oh...
Well, if you like.
Don't be long, Meryl.
We just wondered if you knew
where your metal cleaner is?
On my stall.
It's not there now.
We think it may have something
to do with Mr Snell's death.
And I understand he was rather
unpleasant to you yesterday.
This is all my fault.
Why is that, Miss Plunkett?
If I hadn't of publicised the fair,
then Mr Snell wouldn't have come.
And he wouldn't be dead. You could
never have known what would happen.
May I ask where you were
during the lunch break?
At home.
I couldn't face seeing Mr Snell.
Although, I did pop back
to collect my handbag.
I see. And did you observe
anything suspicious?
No.
But I did hear shouting
through the back.
Marmaduke Snell.
And?
I'm fairly sure it
was Miss Garfield.
I couldn't hear what about.
You don't think it's
significant, do you, Father?
Never seen it before in my life.
Thank you. That'll be all.
Although, I don't suppose you'll
have any need for this any more?
Well, that rather depends.
We're re-running the
life drawing later.
Alas, I have a m*rder
investigation to conduct.
As Marmaduke Snell's last work,
it must be worth a fortune.
I suppose, I could
spare one hour.
Tickety-boo. I'll see
you here just before 3pm.
Excellent, excellent.
Oh, and Chief Inspector?
Please assure me you are
making some progress.
Oh, my men are tracking down
the victim's lodgings right now.
We do have a suspect in mind.
Good day.
ICE CLANKING
What are these?
Oh, just a little pick-me-up.
Feel free to try.
Sister... May we ask you
a question, Miss Garfield?
Why, of course. A
little bird tells us
that you may have had an argument
with Mr Snell before his death?
And which little bird is this?
Miss Plunkett.
May we ask what the
argument was about?
Well, after the way he spoke to
Meryl, I told him I wouldn't sell.
Then he started shouting that
I'd made a verbal contract.
How did you respond?
I had no choice but to allow
the deal to calm him down,
keeping the fair on track.
Though his death does mean
that you get to keep your work.
I'd hardly commit
m*rder for that!
Although, of course, now, I
wish I'd insisted that he left.
I'll regret that for
the rest of my days.
Thank you, Miss Garfield.
Can I get either
of you some tea?
No, thank you.
We'll be on our way.
We need to know more
about Marmaduke Snell.
If we only knew
where he was staying.
The seeds I found in the mud...
I've had an idea.
Bingo!
Ingenious!
I must say, Father. This
is all jolly good fun.
Yes, I know!
Ah! Looks as if someone may
have already beaten us to it.
Our m*rder*r, perhaps?
Did they find what
they were looking for?
Now, what do we have here?
PENCIL RUBBING
"Dearest agent,
unavailable until the 26th.
"Cancel RCA Angela.
"Renting in dreary
Kembleford..."
Oh! How rude!
"to collect something of mine.
"Yours, Marmaduke."
To collect what?
CARS APPROACHING
Oh, fishbums!
I want this place
torn apart, Sergeant.
Right, you are, Sir.
Ah, Chief Inspector!
How fortuitous to see you here.
Yes. What a coincidence.
Yes, well, there's
been a development.
Sister Boniface, can you confirm
that you personally filled
the bottle you handed
to the deceased?
Affirmative.
Then my hands are tied.
Sister Boniface, I am arresting
you on suspicion of m*rder.
Chief Inspector, no...
There was cyanide
in the wine, Father.
The evidence is incontrovertible.
You are not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say may be
given in evidence. Sergeant?
This way, please.
BULB FLASHES
Edgar, you must
know this is wrong.
The evidence suggests otherwise. It
is my duty to follow that evidence.
But not blindly.
There is no need to lock her up!
Unfortunately, Sister Boniface
handed the deceased the
only poisoned bottle.
It doesn't make any sense!
Cyanide is used in wine
making, is it not? Yes, but...
Father, a man is dead!
Now, I'll thank you
all to leave now.
Yes.
Of course, Chief Inspector.
I must see Sister Boniface.
This is most frustrating.
If only I could examine the
evidence in my laboratory.
So, for now, we have to
concentrate on the why.
Why k*ll Mr Snell?
Perhaps there was something
pertinent, in the letter.
For instance, who
is "RCA Angela"?
Oh! Of course! RCA.
The Royal College of Art!
I must speak to Mr Frogmore.
Before you go, Father,
I must say that
if this has been my
last leap of freedom,
it has been most enjoyable.
And just like the last time,
I feel so thoroughly...
..alive,
which is ironic really, as I
approach my potential death.
That is not going to happen.
We will get to the bottom
of this, I assure you.
She just needs to stick
her head above the parapet.
Yeah, well, perhaps it's
a bit of a blessing.
Meryl's work was a
bit of an eyesore.
You know, I haven't decided
where I'm going to put this yet.
Cyril, dear, when you started out,
was your work "transcendental"?
No, no. Not to start with, no.
But you were
encouraged? Yes, yes.
By Mr Sparrow, my art teacher.
Mm. Well, then, perhaps what
Meryl needs right now is for you
to channel Mr Sparrow,
not Marmaduke Snell.
Can I help you, Father?
I do hope so, Mr Frogmore.
I couldn't help noticing
that Marmaduke Snell referred
to your works as
"horribly familiar".
Did you perhaps study together
at the Royal College of Art?
No, no. I don't think so. No.
Oh.
May I see your wallet?
Please indulge me.
Er... Yes, of course.
Ah, yes!
The same paint found on the
bank notes in Mr Snell's pocket.
Yes, I'm in the
middle of an art work.
It's very messy, brand-new
piece. Oh... And, um...
All right, all right, I...
I met him at lunchtime
and I gave him some money
to guarantee his
silence over something.
Mm... Something?
Something about the
time you spent together
at the Royal College of Art?
Did you perhaps fail to
graduate, Mr Frogmore?
Well, as the village art teacher,
such knowledge would be ruinous.
Father, please...
Please keep this under your hat.
Of course.
Oh! Did Mr Snell say
anything of note to you?
No. Not really.
Other than he was about
to go on his honeymoon.
He was recently married?
Yes. To his muse.
Molly, I think he
said. Yes, yes.
Molly.
Do you think I could
get my money back?
Well, if you explain yourself
to Chief Inspector Sullivan...
Oh, well, perhaps
I'll leave it then.
I don't want to cause a fuss.
If you'll excuse me... Yes. Yes.
Perhaps the key lies in discovering
what Mr Snell came to collect?
Perhaps he had found it already.
Well, we'd better find out what
it is before Sister Boniface
is charged, or sent
to the gallows!
If we could only find out how
the bottle was tampered with.
But only Sister Boniface
can help with that.
I have an idea.
But we have to be quick.
And it's risky, especially
for me. Well, what is it?
I'll have to do a bit of
digging at the Players.
And I won't be able to
make the fair, I'm afraid.
PINGS BELL
Father. You've just missed
the Chief Inspector.
He's... He's gone to the
arts and crafts fair.
Ah, yes, I was rather
counting on that, Sergeant,
because I have to ask you
for one or two favours.
I could lose my job
over this, Father.
I'm certain it
won't come to that.
I assure you we'll
be back in a jiffy.
Long before the Chief Inspector.
I can't thank you
enough, Sergeant.
Just be as quick as you can!
I don't suppose we could trouble
you for Mr Snell's personal effects?
You are a trooper,
Chief Inspector.
A living, breathing work of art!
Yes, well, if you say so.
I'm not sure I can do...
Yes, what is the point, eh?
Better spend your whole life
fearful and not do anything at all.
Eh, Meryl?
Actually, I think
I will take part.
Atta, girl.
All right, everyone.
Three, two, one...
Where is Mrs Devine?
Oh, I haven't a clue.
I'm taking her place.
She is at an audition
at the Players.
On a Sunday?
Well, that's what she said.
And Father Brown?
Um... He is helping
her learn her lines.
Something's going on here.
Chief Inspector!
Please accept my apologies.
Oh... What on earth am I supposed
to do now?! Chief Inspector!
Oh, for goodness'
sake! Brenda... Sit!
BELL CHIMES
M&M - 29th May 1954.
Just over a year ago.
Ah, I'm not sure we should
be destroying evidence.
It's only by doing
so that we can see...
Bingo!
What do you see?
Take a look, Father.
Microscopic damage.
Invisible to the naked eye,
especially after the cork
was damaged by the corkscrew.
The culprit injected the
cork with a very fine needle,
so Mr Snell and sadly the police
were oblivious. A needle...
Excellent, Sister!
Mr Frogmore said Mr Snell
mentioned an impending honeymoon.
Most befuddling.
Why wait so long?
Well, perhaps his wife,
Molly, can explain.
And take all this back to the
police station. But you must hurry!
Sir.
Wasn't expecting you
back so soon, sir.
I think Father Brown
is up to something.
Have you seen Mrs Devine?
No, sir. Heard she
had an audition.
Did you, indeed?
Sir, wait!
At least she's where
she's supposed to be.
ALARM SOUNDS I do hope
these are flattering...
Ah! Father, just in time.
Judging duties, right away.
Where is Chief
Inspector Sullivan?
Um... He had to run.
SHE CLAPS Father!
What do you think?
Oh, sorry. I shouldn't
have bothered.
It's charming.
Don't give up, Brenda.
Aw, thanks! I won't!
Without doubt,
the winner.
APPLAUSE
Well, look at that. You b*at a
real artist! Well done, Meryl!
Congratulations, dear.
I don't believe it!
Maybe I should set up
my stall after all.
Well, come on what are you
waiting for? I could help...
Just one moment
please, Mr Frogmore.
Miss Garfield,
can I have a word?
Come on. Well done! Thank you,
Mr Frogmore. Congratulations.
Can we keep this brief, Father?
I'm afraid not, Molly.
Who?
I now understand your
reaction to seeing
the photographs of your
work in the journal,
as you knew it could enable
Mr Snell to find you.
I really haven't the foggiest...
When you searched his
cottage, you missed this.
Mr Snell didn't come
here to collect a thing.
He came to collect a person.
Your marriage was a few days
before you arrived in Kembleford.
I met him two years ago.
Had what you might call
a whirlwind romance.
He was the most charming,
magnetic artist I'd ever met.
It was only right after the
wedding that all became clear.
I'd made a terrible mistake.
My dear, from now on, the only
thing you'll be making is a home.
Not forgetting the pitter
patter of tiny feet.
But... art is everything to me.
And it will remain
so through my work.
What greater honour is there
for you than to be my muse?
I won't give up my
practice! Oh... You're so...
..spirited. It's
endearing, it really is.
But you must never
forget your vows.
Love, honour and obey.
No, I won't have any tears.
No-one will ever love
you as much as I do.
LAUGHTER
Ah! Hello, everyone.
What's the joke?
So, I left him, on
our wedding day,
with some of his savings.
I should have known he'd find me
and toy with me,
until we were finally alone.
You nearly got away with it.
Changing your name,
hiding away in this little
provincial hell hole,
but you can never
hide from me, Molly.
I won't go back with you.
If you don't, I'll tell the
police just how much money you
stole from me to fund
your little enterprise.
You'll be locked up!
If you really loved me,
you would let me go.
It's my duty to save
you from yourself.
None of this is real.
You remember the
promise you made?
Till death do us
part. Precisely.
Then you leave me no choice.
Clever girl.
Meet me at Chipping
Way after the fair
and then, we can finally
have our honeymoon.
Won't that be nice? Hmm?
You couldn't go back to him,
so you poisoned his wine.
How could I have?
I think I'm right in assuming
that you are a diabetic?
I noticed the glucose
tablets earlier.
What of it? Well, therefore, you
use needles to inject insulin.
And I presume you
used one of those
to draw up Miss
Plunkett's metal polish...
..which you then injected through
the cork and into Mr Snell's bottle.
I'm not sorry he's dead.
Miss Garfield,
no... You didn't...
I had to be free of him.
This is all my fault.
No, no! He would have
found me eventually.
And now, you must repent
and confess your sin.
But how can I ever do that?
If you do not, then Mr Snell's death
will exact a very high price indeed.
Your immortal soul,
and Sister Boniface's life.
Surely, no-one will
believe that a nun...
With no other explanation,
what else is there to believe?
I really don't
want to go, Father.
I've finally found my... family.
You made me believe
I was an artist.
And that's exactly
what you are, my dear.
Don't you ever forget it.
Don't worry about your shop.
We'll look after it for you.
So, Molly, time to stop running.
Quick, quick. Quick. My God!
Oh... Fancy seeing you here.
How was the audition? Bit
odd that it's on a Sunday.
It was an emergency.
Someone dropped out.
Oh. Which part?
Lady Macbeth.
I see, gosh... Um... And
what are you doing here now?
I hope you don't mind, sir,
Mrs Devine insisted on bringing
Sister Boniface something
nice to eat, sir.
You...
Hello!
Where is it?
She's eaten it.
What was it?
A strawberry scone. Slice
of Battenberg. Both.
You're up to
something. All of you.
Father! How nice to see you!
Chief Inspector, I think it's
time you released Sister Boniface.
Why on earth would I do that?
I have something to confess.
Bless me, Father...
for I have sinned.
It's been four days
since my last confession.
I'm ashamed to say I have deceived
the police and borrowed evidence.
On top of which, I have
been neglecting my duties
as a Bride of Christ.
God forgives you.
You have helped to save a soul
and there is no more
important work than that.
I have to confess I felt...
..more exhilarated
in the past few days
than the last few years.
And that is because of
you, Father. Nonsense.
It is because you have been
using your God-given talents,
your extraordinary
scientific mind.
Thank you, Father.
I've taken your advice and
requested a transfer from St Agnes'.
New beginnings present
new possibilities.
And it would be a waste
if you did not try to find a way
to use your exceptional
gifts for good.
Time I was off.
A new chapter begins,
at St Vincent's.
Where's that, then?
Great Slaughter. Sounds ominous!
Oh, dear!
I fear Agatha is wearing thin.
Personally, I suggest you
try something motorised.
I swear by my Hercules.
Thank you, Mrs
Devine. And Brenda.
It's been a pleasure.
Oh, um, would you mind?
Of course.
I'd hate to forget this moment.
Ready?
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Thank you so much.
We'll leave you both
to say your goodbyes.
Goodbye, Sister.
Goodbye.
You really have been the most
inspirational teacher, Father.
We make a good team, Sister.
I think I have found a new
calling, thanks to you.
I predict great things.
Until we meet again...