04x08 - The Happiest Family

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[ Tranquil orchestral
music plays ]

[ Bicycle bell rings ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Lowsley: [ Dramatically
] Five hundred years...

Enduring...

Perennial...

This be the time of
our Quincentennial...

Husband, wife, son,
and daughter...

Pray silence for the story
of this Great Slaughter.

♪

[ Needle scratches,
music stops ]

No, no, no, Dottie!

Music needs to flow around
my words, like a river.

Dottie, you remember,

your cue is the Reverend Mother

symbolically handing
over the key...

So sorry... I was
worried I'd miss it.

Fear not, Miss Thimble.

That will be near impossible.

So the Sisters wanted
to be involved?

Reverend Mother's idea.

Out with their heads held high.

But I agree with you, it seems
an odd time to celebrate.

Staring down the barrel of
St Vincent's being sold off.

Apologies Lord Sedgewick.

No, no you're right.

Their courage and
enthusiasm is inspiring.

Together: [ Flatly
] Hip-hip hooray.

Er, Inspector,

Mr Panesar here,
apparently has a model

of the proposed development

which will need to be brought
on stage for the speeches.

Right you are. Where is it?

Somewhere very safe.

Ruth?!

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Hello, Sam.

Ruth Penny. In the flesh.

Or flash as it were.

How lovely.

You know each other?

We do.

Hello, Felix.

Hello, Ruth.

-Sister.
-But... How? Why?

Don't get excited Sam.

Things are wonderful
with Kingsley.

-Oh.
-I'm working.

A story on how the St
Vincent's development

could be rolled out nationwide.

I'll explain everything
in my speech tomorrow.

Tomorrow is about Great
Slaughter, Mr Panesar,

not world domination.

Lynn Goodwin.

As our town's Council Leader,

I shall be doing the unveiling.

I give you...

Lord Adam Sedgewick Towers.

-Oh... my.
-[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Yes, I knew you'd be
impressed, Sister!

Progress!

Like a shark, we
keep moving forward

or we die...

[ Foreboding music plays ]

[ Theme music plays ]

♪

Our last day before
we're all separated.

Let's try to enjoy it.

At this rate I'll be
enjoying a hernia!

Your reward shall be
in heaven Sisters!

One briefcase b*mb.

I remember that one.

Thought I was a goner.

One ritual dagger.

From the secret
coven of witches...

And, uh, one Brassiere...

[ Chuckles ]

Are you blushing, Sam?

That was a lethal m*rder weapon!

We had some fun didn't we?

Our little family's breaking up.

Sister Boniface:
There-there Peggy.

To everything there is a season.
-[ Muffled voices arguing ]

-Woman: And don't you point that finger at me, young man!
-A time to laugh...

-And a time to...
-Woman: Who do you think you are!

Man: I'm the person
kicking you out.

-...shout?!
-Man: You stubborn penguin!

Ronny: The new owner!

It makes no odds to
me who you are, dear.

It is a matter of
simple physics.

If you want me moved,

you are going to have to
physically pick me up!

Oh my, it's really her...

For goodness sake woman.

My builder needs to
take site measurements.

Alright, we're all emotional.

This is hard for
every one of us...

Lord Matthew Sedgewick...

upon whos land we stand...

The fact that I oppose
this Frankenstein's monster

of a development is irrelevant!

Oh, you...

horrible old battle axe!

What on earth is going on?

This is a place of prayer, not
a washer woman's back fence!

Reverend Mother Adrian, may
I introduce Sister Helena.

Esteemed archaeologist.

And... well,
something of a hero.

We are acquainted. Helena?

Reverend Mother.

I have written permission
from the diocese

to photograph and document
this glorious ancient Chapel.

Before it is butchered.

Yes, and I tried to
tell her, I need...

Young man, you do
not own this land.

Not yet.

So until tomorrow,

when contracts are exchanged...

Sister Helena stays.

♪

Sorry for raising
my voice earlier.

Council Elections
are upon us and...

I boarded at Convent School.

Life was a living hell.

Hated Nuns ever
since... No offence.

Nun taken. [ Chuckles ]

Yes.

Reverend Mother Adrian:
Cryptic as ever, Helena.

We'll talk at dinner.

[ Sighs ]

Yes, Sister...?

Boniface. I've read
all your papers.

Egypt, Machu Pichu, Ephesus.

Just extraordinary.

[ Clears throat ]
If you'll forgive...

you are one of the reasons I
felt called to the sisterhood.

And just to know that you
were a Sister here yourself...

Alright, alright, that's
enough boot-licking.

If you must know...

I've admired your
work from afar, too.

Your forensic deductions.
Your eye for detail.

Golly.

Well, erm, one detail...

From your writings,

you already examined this
chapel a number of years ago...

Did you miss something?

The Lord works in
mysterious ways Sister.

We shall speak further.

Yes.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

And another just like that.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

It's lovely. Religious?

Oh, you have a journalist's
eye Ruth Penny.

Sikh. From my mum.

She must be so proud?

Actually... I don't know.

Is she no longer with us?

No she...

she got mixed up with
some religious types.

Left me with my dad.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Are we done?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

[ Charcoal scraping ]

♪

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

-Sam: Oh, Good Lord!
-No, no. Just his helper.

Wrestling this tiny batch
of forensic records.

Lucky you found
a good Samaritan.

Lord Sedgewick I presume?

Matthew, please.

I could hardly leave
Sister Boniface

to shift all these on her own.

I'm already making her homeless.

Well, perhaps we could
assuage some of that guilt

with an interview?

Ruth Penny, journalist.

I notice they're naming the
development after your father?

My only request.

He loved St Vincent's so dearly.

I just wish there
was another way...

[ Footsteps
approaching rapidly ]

[ Sister Peter panting ]

Sister... Bon... I... Ran...

Sister Peter!
Breathe. What is it?

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Paper rustling ]

This is Sister
Helena's writing...

"Return post haste.
Vitally important."

I can drive.

Ah, yes.

Sister Helena?

[ Screams ]

Oh, goodness.

♪

There's no two ways about it.

She's really... truly...

Dead?!

What in the name of all
the saints happened?

Blunt force bop to
the back of the skull.

I'm afraid it's m*rder.

Another one?!

Here?!

Now listen to me Inspector.

I am not having the
Sisterhood's parting legacy

be a brutal unsolved k*lling!

Understood...

Sister Boniface?

No bruising, no broken nails,
or signs of a struggle.

I think she was struck
from behind unaware.

Sister? Sister?

What are these flecks
that are on her habit?

Sister Boniface: Oh, yes!

Ivory-coloured
lipophilic compound...

Wax.

From its hue and pigmentation...

it's the sort utilised in...

a traditional Catholic
Pillar Candle.

♪

I believe we have our
k*ller candlestick.

Oh no, no, touch!

So it was opportunistic...

Grabbed 'in the moment'.

But... why?

Why indeed...

Did Sister Helena say

anything else at all when
she gave you the note?

No.

Actually... yes.

She was walking around.

Nervous.

And whispered I
should tell you...

In sacello. In conspectu.

Latin...

In the chapel. In plain sight.

Curious.

It does suggest she'd either
seen or found something.

Her camera might contain a clue?

If we can still
use your dark room?

Expose a lead? Yes!
Ingenius idea Peggy.

Let's get this all to the lab...

one last time.

The chapel was out of
bounds because of the model,

to everyone aside from the Nuns,

Sister Helena, and you two.

-You think one of us did this?!
-[ Scoffs ]

Well, we did see
you argue with her.

Yes, over getting
started on building work!

Why would we complicate things?

What does this mean
for the Quincentennial?

Do I need to cancel?

Just... keep calm and carry on.

But let us do our job.

And this chapel is now
closed to everyone.

Journalists included...

Oh, come on Sam, don't
be such a killjoy.

Sister gets her last case.

Why can't I play, too?!

Oh, the old team
together? One last time?

[ Sighs ] If we're
going to do this,

we do it properly, no games.

Maybe you can check The Bugle.

See if there's anything
on Sister Helena's past?

Inspector Gillespie...

You are on.

♪

The film's drying...

I'm off to see Reverend
Mother about her records.

I know someone's been
brutally m*rder*d...

But...

I'm really going
to miss doing this.

You and me both, Peggy dear.

I mean, what are we going to
do without you here Sister?

It's hardly like we
can replace you...

Is it...?

Felix. Peggy. It's m*rder.

You know what to do!

[ Felix stifling sneeze ]

Mind the camera!

-Achoo!
-[ Dust whooshes ]

[ Camera shatters ]

[ Dust spattering ]

[ Peggy groans ]

[ Gasps ]

What on earth is this?!

Sister?

What is it? A fingerprint?

Uh no, no.

It seems our k*ller

had presence of mind
to wipe those away.

However, their waxy weapon
remains illuminating.

Have a look at this.

Sam: They left their
mark in the wax.

Sister Boniface: An indentation.

Containing form and detail

hitherto invisible
to the human eye.

Deduction... It was
made as the k*ller

gripped the candlestick holder
to deliver the fatal blow.

So it was something
that they wore?

Presumably on their wrist?

Sister Boniface: Yes, precisely.

Find that object,

and I'll catch our 'candlestick
k*ller' wax-handed.

-Felix: Ruth may have something.
-Sam: That was quick.

Well, Norman was already
putting together materials

on Lynn and Ronny.

He was willing to
share for a favour...

Oh, you may owe
him a date Peggy.

Oh, thanks a bunch!!

[ Clears throat ]
So, what we know...

Sister Helena used to be a
resident at St Vincent's.

What we didn't know...

She used to teach at the
local Catholic school

called St Peter's.

"Sister's Success.

A St Peter's pupil wins
National Essay Competition."

She was scary even back then.

Look at the girl.

Wait, is that...?

Lynn: [ Quietly ] Oh, no.

Sam: Sister Helena
was the teacher

who made your life
a living hell?

When I saw her this
morning just...

standing there...

It all came flooding
back to me...

The humiliating, goading...

demanding things of me
I could never deliver...

Did you speak to her alone?

It's too late for lies, Lynn.

I wanted her to know
what she'd done to me.

I felt this urge.

But when I did, it was so odd...

♪

Ah!

I wondered when you might
muster the courage to speak.

That's right, Lynn...
I remember you.

You have...

no idea how unhappy
you made me...

No idea.

I'm afraid it was
a habit of mine.

I was always hardest
on my favourites...

Those girls who I could imagine
achieving great things...

going to the world with just
the right amount of push.

Look at you now,
Leader of the Council.

Holding your own
in a man's world.

Shaping your community.

We may not agree on how.

But I have to say...

I'm proud of you.

I always wondered where I
got my resilience from...

Maybe it was her all along.

After that...

I walked around outside.

A bit dazed...

I did hear raised voices,

but I couldn't tell you who.

[ Dramatically ]
The w*r of Roses

did good times bring...

There was Henry the 7th
our new Tudor King...

And the theatre and the
poetry to prick a tear...

Courtesy of our Bard,
Mr William Shakespeare.

So sorry!

Not at all, your Highness.

-It's terribly heavy, isn't it?!
-For goodness sake!

Could you just... Keep going!

Am I stall barkle larkle??

Of course you're
still dead, Tom!

You've got an arrow
through your head!

Sister Peter, please, stop
wielding that Broadsword!

And, whoa-whoa-whoa,
whoa-whoa, Mrs Clam...

where on earth do you
think you are going?

I am going to divest myself
of this ridiculous costume.

It's extremely cumbersome.

And besides, I have to be back
at the office for the last post.

No you do not!

People, please, please, people.

Can we just get the
last stanza right.

The symbolic passing of the key.

Are you ready Reverend Mother?

I would hope so...

[ Clears throat dramatically ]

No longer a Convent, but what?

Ha-ha-ha-ha! We shall see...

It is time for the Sisters
to pass on the key...

♪

Reverend Mother...?

To pass on the key...

Let... Go...

Perhaps we shall leave
this bit for tomorrow?

♪

Sister, Lynn Goodwin's bracelet.

And no one witnessed her
walking outside yesterday.

And we still have no idea

who the raised
voices belonged to.

Hm. Well, I have a feeling

my little putty pattern
might get us close.

[ Slide scraping ]

Now I wouldn't bet
the Convent on it...

but I think this has the
appearance of Gurmukhi script.

Possibly Sikh?

That could make sense.

We found something in
the convent records.

Remember how Ronny Panesar said
his mum was taken from him?

That's right, seduced by
weird religious types.

Right. Well, look at this.

A file on a young woman who
was brought into St Vincent's.

By Sister Helena.

And her name was Randip Panesar.

Excellent work, Button.

Right, I'm gonna go
and talk to Ronny.

Uh, Inspector, given
that I remember

the specifics of the case,

it might be wise if I join you.

Follow me!

Right. Sister...

Moving to England, a
mixed-race family...

took its toll on mum...

and you lot took
advantage of her.

So this is about revenge
against Sister Helena.

Revenge?!

I just wanted to turn
that stain of a Convent

into something that
helps families.

Not tear them apart.

Mr Panesar...

I was here when they
brought your mother in.

I can't imagine how
hard it was for you.

No?

Then let me tell you.

I woke up to a mum just gone...

No contact allowed.
No letters allowed.

I'm afraid that's not true.

No. My-My dad told me.
You-You cut us off.

Sister Helena brought your
mother to St Vincent's...

because she had
been hospitalised.

Hosp... Who by...?

Your father, dear.

I'm so sorry, but...

the marriage was a violent one.

Your mother was terrified.

She tried to take
you with her but...

he threatened her.

All St Vincent's did
was give her refuge.

Until she could get
back to family in India.

He said she was up north...

That she wouldn't speak to us...

I'll need to cross check,

but the match is
far from perfect...

When did you realise that it was
Sister Helena that took her in?

I didn't. Not... Not until now.

Then what was the
argument about?

Lynn Goodwin said she
heard raised voices.

Whoever those voices were...

they were nothing to do with me.

Sam: Another dead end.

Did Sister Helena's photographs

give us anything
else to work with?

They're mostly just
shots of the altar.

She took rather a shine
to this bronze plaque.

Hm. What's the inscription...?

"St Vincent's Convent."

Doors always open
to those in need.

-Here there is good..."
-Here there is goodness...

"in plain sight."

[ Stone scrapes ]

[ Sighs ]

Can the ransacking of
this hallowed place

not wait until tomorrow?!

The rivets were already loose.

Sister Helena was
hunting for something.

And I dare say...

she found it.

♪

Wax seal...

Recently broken...

Sister Helena took
what was inside?

Sister Boniface: Or...

our k*ller.

This jar was hastily
replaced after the m*rder.

So lady logic implies,

whatever was inside
was relevant.

How long has the
plaque been here?

It was put up in memory of
the late Earl by his family.

When he passed on
some six months ago.

-You're sure?
-Certain.

Poor man, we hadn't seen him
for weeks... He was very ill.

Could this be
something that affects

the building development?

Possibly. It still
implicates both suspects.

Lynn would lose
her entire career.

And Ronny, his investment.

Sister Boniface: Of course...

there is one other person

who might have
known about this...

She's right.

Well, I do believe
it's c*ck hour.

So you knew there was a
capsule behind the plaque?!

Absolutely, I was the
one who had it put there!

Father's dying wish.

And you can tell
us what was inside?

You're lucky I can speak at
all after these whiskeys.

[ Both chuckle ]

He said it was a
photograph of him as a boy.

On the day of his
Confirmation at the Chapel.

So he would remain
part of St Vincent's.

[ Chuckles softly ]

But the jar was already sealed

so I never saw inside.

Are you thinking it's
something that could help us?

I'm thinking...

how desperately you need
this sale to go through.

[ Chuckles ]

Ms Penny...

I can't deny enjoying
your company.

But your subtext leaves
something to be desired.

Your Father left you with debt.

Yet my editor in London
tells me that after he died,

you were quite the
man about town...

[ Chuckles ]

Circumstances change.

Is that what was your argument
with Sister Helena was about?

Lynn Goodwin heard
raised voices.

It was you.

I didn't want everyone to know.

[ Sighs ]

It was after we locked
horns that morning,

I-I went to smooth things over.

Ms Goodwin and Mr Panesar

are only trying to
keep things on track.

They both have much to lose.

You wish to talk of loss...?

Whilst casting the
sisters asunder!

What, do you think I want this?

Do you think I somehow enjoy it?

My father left me crushed
under impossible debt.

With no choices! None!

I didn't even get
a chance to grieve.

Because right away I was
forced to be the villain.

Or become the Earl who
brought down his family!

I knew your father.

In his last
correspondence to me,

he told me he made
provisions to avoid this.

And I know that the
Sedgewick family estate

was in fine fettle
until your father died.

It took one Lord
Matthew Sedgewick

to bring us all to this...

Is this true?

My father was no J. P. Morgan.

But he was man of faith
and he balanced his books.

I can claim neither.

I, er...

lost everything...

on the stock exchange...

What did Sister Helena mean

when she said your
father made provisions?

I don't know.

But if there's some secret
pot of money somewhere,

I am all bloody ears.

♪

[ Sighs ] Hey...

you don't have to eat
your dinner off it?

[ Laughs ]

Yes. I just...

I wanted to leave it clean.

Silly but...

I just keep thinking...

I don't quite know what
I'm going to do without you

next door every night.

They have snoring
up in Grimsby, too.

[ Chuckles ]

Here...

♪

I know I'm all the
way down in Hastings.

But...

we can write.

[Chuckles softly, sniffles ]

I wish I was like you...

Nothing gets to you...

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ] You may be right.

When we was young,

me and Alfie learned a lesson...

If you act tough...

you feel tough.

So I'm trying.

[ Sighs heavily ]
But right now...

I don't feel very tough today.

[ Church bell chimes ]

♪

Morning, Reverend Mother...

You've met our Solicitors.

It brings little
pleasure to confirm...

we exchange contracts at midday.

Directly after speeches.

♪

I just wanted to...

well...

thank you.

For what you did for my mother.

And...

I suppose I wondered if...

Her address.

♪

Man: Oh, sorry.

-Sister?!
-Yes, Lord?!

Oh no... Sorry.

Oh gosh must have dozed off.

I was just, um, attempting
to replicate the, erm,

the wax imprint
with our two objects

collected from the suspects.

Alas... no match.

Maybe it was something else that
one of the suspects was wearing?

Or holding?

Lynne: Good news...

Oh...

The paper have
spiked my puff piece

and they want my scintillating
crime story instead...

Oh, well, I suppose, er,

every 'unsolved' cloud
has a silver lining...

Yes, the only problem is...
they want it for tomorrow

and they've already sent a
courier to collect prints.

I don't suppose your dark
room's still operational?

One final hurrah for
the hydroquinone.

-Why not.
-Oh, you're a godsend!

Right, I... better be going.

Sister, can...

I just want to say, um...

I'm sorry.

Honestly, yesterday I thought

that this would give
us a chance to...

[ Sighs ]

I don't know, in some way...

if I could undo all of this...

keep us together.

I'm...

I'm afraid that I...

I've let us down.

Oh, Sam.

There's one thing
that's certain.

You could never do that.

We're family.

[ Sighs ]

And the thing about family is...

that even when
you're far apart...

you're together.

The Lord has a plan.

[ Footsteps
approaching rapidly ]

[ Panting ] Sister...
Inspector...

There's a... It's...
it's... something...

-It's something...
-Just come see!

♪

It's like a grenade went off...

This was Sister Helena's room?

Sister Reg: Yeah, we'd
come to pack it up.

It was neat as a pin
first thing this morning.

I swear!

They never found it...

Sister?

Whatever Sister Helena
discovered in the Chapel...

We assumed that the
k*ller took it from her.

But we were wrong.

I'm going to go through her
notes and materials again.

Right you two, Reverend
Mother will be waiting.

It's show time!

A touch of, erm,
stage fright perhaps?

[ Lowsley reciting monologue ]

Such a simple thing.

Hand it over.

-Hand it over.
-Lowsley: Five hundred years...

Enduring... Perennial...

Today I wanted to show people,

my Sisters can go from
strength to strength.

Lowsley: Husband, wife,
son and daughter...

But now I'm here...
And it's now...

Lowsley: ...the story of
this Great Slaughter...

♪

I know as well as anyone.

Life can...

take things from us...

Things we'll miss every day...

But sometimes,

what shows the
most strength is...

letting go.

♪

[ Lowsley clears throat ]

Oh, there you all are!

Come along, everybody!
Places, people, places!

Come along! Come along!
You're late! chop chop!

♪

[ Dramatically ]
Five hundred years...

Enduring...

Perennial...

This be the time of
our Quincentennial!

[ Microphone feedback ]

These are cooked, aren't they?

Courier will be
here in a minute...

Oh, uh, well, no,
ideally they'd be dry.

But he'll just have to have
them hot off the press,

so to speak.

Hold the front page.

I think we have a new
headline. Ruth, what is this?

Ruth: Well, it's the coat
of arms on the model.

♪

And there it is.

[ Gasps ] Of course.

Oh, it makes total sense.

Oh, there what is?

-I need to go.
-Ruth: Wh...

-This instant.
-I...

[ Tranquil orchestral
music playing ]

Now the first Lord Sedgewick
acquired some land...

The hallowed soil
upon which we stand.

And with spade and shovel
and saw and pick...

Sedgewick Manor
rose brick by brick.

Crowd: Ooh!

And after starting his lineage
of Sedgewick infants...

They built on the
edge of their land...

St Vincent's.

Crowd: Yay!

At first an Abbey of
monks and misters...

It became a Convent
of Nuns and Sisters.

Crowd: Ooh!

And around it sprouted
a fledgling town...

That grew into a
place of great renown.

And five hundred
years of habitation...

Saw a post office...

A tea shop...

A fine police station...

[ Chuckles ]

And under the steadfast
Sedgewick wing...

Great Slaughter
began to really sing.

Sisters: ♪ Aaaaaah ♪

The land passed down
from father to son...

The key to each and every one...

And today sees an exciting
new chapter start...

With St Vincent's still
at this town's very heart.

No longer a Convent.

But what?

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

We shall see...

For it's time for the Nuns...

to pass on the key.

[ Applause ]

[ Applause continue ]

Wow.

Wow, that...

went surprisingly
without calamity.

[ Laughter ]

Now, then...

to the future.

♪

As Leader of the Town Council,

it's my great pleasure
to give you...

Lord Adam Sedgewick Towers.

Crowd: Ooh!

[ Gasps ] Look ah yar.
Thems thar future. That is.

Heavens above.

What a hideous carbuncle.

It looks like a spaceship.

Does it fly?

Adam Sedgewick Towers is
not just a development.

It's a passion project.

A step into the future.

In this era of
prosperity and progress,

our aim is to keep the spirit
of St Vincent's Convent alive.

While providing much needed
accommodation for the area.

Sister Boniface: Impressive...

-Isn't it...?
-[Speech continues indistinctly]

Using your car to arrive
at the police station

before Sister Peter, when
she brought me the note.

Made it seem almost impossible

that you could have
committed the m*rder.

Even though... you did.

Ronny: This is...

Are you out of your mind?!

Our apartments are generous,
modern, and aspirational...

-[Speech continues indistinctly]
-When you placed that capsule

behind the plaque,
you had no idea

it contained something
to save St Vincent's.

But with Sister
Helena's remarks,

you knew you'd
sealed your own fate.

All I knew

was the nonsense she spouted
when I confronted her...

Sister Helena: It took
one Lord Matthew Sedgewick

to bring us all to this...

The man who found
out that his father

planned to bequeath the
Convent to the Sisters.

So he cut him off
from the world.

No more solicitors. No
more pastoral visits.

No more letters on the subject.

But you failed to
spot his code to me

in his final correspondence.

"Find proof.

In sacello. In conspectu..."

And find it I have.

What have you found?

Where is it...?

Tell me!

[ Chuckles ]

"In sacello. In conspectu."

[ Scoffs ]

It's a bluff!

-[Speech continues indistinctly]
-There is nothing to find.

Well, then why did you
ransack her room this morning?

Ronny: Imagine waking
to the views...

You have no proof. You're
trying to shame me.

Stop me leaving my mark.

But that's just
the problem, Lord.

-You did leave your mark.
-[Speech continues indistinctly]

The signet ring that you
usually wear on your right hand.

A wax letter seal

that leaves the imprint
of your family crest.

Photographs show you wearing
it on the day of the m*rder.

[ Speech ends ]

My guess is you found
remnants of wax.

And then removed it?

A forensic confession.

Signed and sealed.

Literally.

Tell me!

[ Chuckles ]

-[ Grunts ]
-Sister Helen: Aah!

-Get away from me!
-Sam: Stop, Lord Sedgewick...

Lord Sedgewick, You wish
to s-say a few words?

Sam: There's nowhere to
go. Don't make a scene...

Matthew: Shut up! Shut up!!

Just come with us.

Matthew.

It's over.

♪

-[Gasping]
-I said shut up!

Sister know-it-all!

I am walking away...

I am not going to
prison for this...

It was you?!

How could you k*ll
an innocent Nun?

Innocent?! That nosy bint
nearly ruined everything!!

Nobody cares about St Vincent's!

Nobody cares about
you stupid Nuns

moping and mooning about in
your ridiculous penguin outfits!

You're a stain on this town.

You hear me? Beggars...

squatting on my land!

[ Crowd gasps ]

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Lord Sedgewick I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the m*rder of Sister Helena.

You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but what you say may
be given in evidence.

Oh yeah.

Give yourselves a big hand.

Like it makes a difference.

The sale will go
through regardless...

It's true, isn't it?

Sister Reg: Won't
change a ruddy thing.

I don't think we can stop them
exchanging contracts, so...

they'll take ownership in...

five minutes.

Yes. Shall we, Reverend Mother?

Of course.

♪

[ Indistinct chatter ]

In sacello...

In conspectu...

She left me the same message.

But what was she
trying to tell me...?

In the chapel, in plain sight.

Sister Peter: Should we go back?

To search?

A different Chapel... Yes!

She knew that Matthew
was prowling around

and it wasn't safe,
so she hid it.

♪

In plain sight!

♪

Oh, good golly gosh.

[ Paper rustling ]

The ownership of St
Vincent's Convent

and the land it hereby
occupies shall...

Reverend Mother!

Sister Boniface? What is it...?

Land Deeds.

Which Sister Helena found.

Transferring ownership
of St Vincent's Convent

to the Catholic diocese
and its Sisters.

Signed by Adam Sedgewick,
Earl of Great Slaughter.

It belongs to us?

Well... yes.

St Vincent's belongs to us!

Hallelujah!

It's a bleeding miracle!

[ Cheers and laughter ]

[ Laughing ]

You cut it fine
this time, Sister.

But you did it.

[ Cheers and laughter ]

♪

I believe... we did.

♪

♪

They're here! I wanted
you all to have a copy.

Ah, a front page exclusive...

-"Holy Homicide" by Ruth Penny.
-Congratulations.

Are you going to be going
back to writing full time now?

Kingsley would miss me too much.

Alas, it's Jamaica I'm afraid.

Does it happen to mention how it
utterly derailed my investment?

No mention of that, no.

Only how your story has
inspired the local council

to build a new women's refuge.

And to partner with a
certain developer...

If they wish?

Sister Helena House.

♪

That's it Sisters.
Work those wimples.

Straight to the laboratory.

So. You intend to carry on
this forensic business then?

Well, I... I had thought to.

Good.

I know. I know, I haven't
been the most supportive

of advocates.

But I confess...

I really did think it
was over for us all.

I'm proud of you Sister.

Why, thank you, Reverend Mother.

Oh, and, um, if you tell
anyone I said that...

It's ten thousand Hail Marys.

Is that clear?

Sam: Sister!

Listen to this.

"And so with the crime
solved we're left with proof

that a town is more than
just its buildings."

-Aww. That's so true.
-Go on Sam.

"For 500 years Great Slaughter
has grown around families,

building, living, and loving.

This place is its people.

And now the Convent is
safe for 500 years more...

the Nuns of St Vincent's
keep their home.

The town keeps its heart.

And the family of
Great Slaughter Police

keep their much loved Sister!

"So criminals beware!"

[ All laugh ]

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