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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.

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.

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?!

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.

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

Progress!

Like a shark, we keep moving forward

or we die...

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 bomb.

I remember that one.

Thought I was a goner.

One ritual dagger.

From the secret coven of witches...

And, uh, one Brassiere...

Are you blushing, Sam?

That was a lethal murder 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.

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

And a time to... Who do you think you are!

I'm the person kicking you out.

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

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.

Yes.

Reverend Mother Adrian: Cryptic as ever, Helena.

We'll talk at dinner.

Yes, Sister...?

Boniface. I've read all your papers.

Egypt, Machu Pichu, Ephesus.

Just extraordinary.

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.

And another just like that.

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.

Are we done?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

-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...

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

Sister Peter! Breathe. What is it?

This is Sister Helena's writing...

"Return post haste. Vitally important."

I can drive.

Ah, yes.

Sister Helena?

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 murder.

Another one?!

Here?!

Now listen to me Inspector.

I am not having the Sisterhood's parting legacy

be a brutal unsolved killing!

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 killer 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?!

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?

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 murdered...

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 murder.

You know what to do!

Mind the camera!

Achoo!

What on earth is this?!

Sister?

What is it? A fingerprint?

Uh no, no.

It seems our killer

had presence of mind to wipe those away.

However, their waxy weapon remains illuminating.

Have a look at this.

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 killer

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 killer' wax-handed.

-Ruth may have something. -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!!

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...?

Oh, no.

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.

The War 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...

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.

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.

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."

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 killer.

This jar was hastily replaced after the murder.

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 cocktail 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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Hey...

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

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.

Here...

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

But...

we can write.

I wish I was like you...

Nothing gets to you...

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.

But right now...

I don't feel very tough today.

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.

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?

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...

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.

And the thing about family is...

that even when you're far apart...

you're together.

The Lord has a plan.

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 killer 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?

Such a simple thing.

Hand it over.

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

Enduring... Perennial...

Today I wanted to show people,

my Sisters can go from strength to strength.

Husband, wife, son and daughter...

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

...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.

Oh, there you all are!

Come along, everybody! Places, people, places!

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

Five hundred years...

Enduring...

Perennial...

This be the time of our Quincentennial!

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?

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

And there it is.

Of course.

Oh, it makes total sense.

Oh, there what is?

-I need to go. -Wh...

-This instant. -I...

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.

Ooh!

And after starting his lineage of Sedgewick infants...

They built on the edge of their land...

St Vincent's.

Yay!

At first an Abbey of monks and misters...

It became a Convent of Nuns and Sisters.

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...

And under the steadfast Sedgewick wing...

Great Slaughter began to really sing.

♪ 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.

Wow.

Wow, that...

went surprisingly without calamity.

Now, then...

to the future.

As Leader of the Town Council,

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

Lord Adam Sedgewick Towers.

Ooh!

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...?

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 murder.

Even though... you did.

This is...

Are you out of your mind?!

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

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!

"In sacello. In conspectu."

It's a bluff!

There is nothing to find.

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

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.

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 murder.

My guess is you found remnants of wax.

And then removed it?

A forensic confession.

Signed and sealed.

Literally.

Tell me!

Sister Helen: Aah!

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

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

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

Shut up! Shut up!!

Just come with us.

Matthew.

It's over.

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 kill 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!

Lord Sedgewick I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder 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.

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.

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!

You cut it fine this time, Sister.

But you did it.

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?

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!"