All language subtitles for Elsbeth s03e07 And Then There Were Nuns.eng

(bell tolling)

(pulsing electronic beat
playing)

? Cr-cr-cr-crucify me,
you can vilify me ?

? You can nail me to the cross ?

? I spit your gospel out ?

? And fill you full
of doubt... ?

What is she doing
with that crucifix?

? You can't stop ?

? You can't stop... ?

Why, sisters.

Mother Superior. We were, uh-

Neglecting your duties while
indulging in a little filth?

What do you have
to say for yourselves?

It's... kind of catchy.

DARBY:
We're sorry, Mother Constance.

Our curiosity
got the better of us.

ANNE:
Is it true?

Did she really make an offer
to buy the convent?

Sister Frances,
you've been gossiping again.

Oh, I may as well tell you.

It's true.

Ala�a Jade has made a sizable
offer to the archdiocese.

But have faith, sisters.

I will never allow
our home to be sold.

Especially to this Jezebel.

You'll need to be out
by the end of the month.

I'm Mother Superior
of the convent.

My approval is needed
for any sale.

Your disapproval
was taken into consideration

and disregarded.

Constance,

the convent's
numbers are dwindling,

and the building
is in desperate need of repairs.

The roof leaks,
the bell tower is a death trap,

and... don't get me started

on the plumbing situation.

What am I supposed
to tell the sisters?

The convent pays for
Sister Ruth's insulin,

and Sister Margaret Mary,

she's 92 and she's blind.

And they're gonna be
kicked out of the only home

they've ever known?

It's like a death sentence.

This convent's
over 200 years old,

and this is how
it's going to end?

At the hands of the harlot
who fell off the stage drunk

at last year's FanFave Awards?

She shouldn't be allowed
to step foot

in a church, never mind buy one.

No, but she does have
$27 million.

I'm sorry, the sale
was approved by the Vatican,

and it's not our place
to question the Holy See.

Oh, I see what's going on.

You're not going to fight back

because you're
angling to replace

the bishop when he retires.

I see right through you,
Monsignor.

She'll be doing a walk-through
tomorrow afternoon,

and if all goes as planned,

the sale will be closed
by the end of the week.

But who knows?

We can hope for a miracle.

Heavenly Father,
You called on me

to lead
and protect these sisters.

If it be Thy will,
please show me a path

to save our home.

Please...

send me a sign.

(bell tolling)

HAWES:
Doorman said he heard fighting

just before the vic
fell from the balcony.

Neighbor says she wasn't
well-liked, bit of a character.

What do you think, Father?

Looks like somebody
didn't love thy neighbor.

(nuns chuckling)

(theme music playing)

No talking during
the theme song.

? ?

(door creaking)

GARVEY (over TV):
Hawes? What are you doing here?

HAWES:
Forgive me, Father,

I know it's late,

but I have to confess.

From the minute I saw you
at Felicity's funeral, I knew.

I'm in love with you, Rick.

(nuns gasp)

? ?

All right, all right.

You've had your fun.

Time for bed.
Tomorrow is another day.

- Good night, Mother.
- Good night.

Oh, Sister Darby.

According to my watch,

the bells for prayer rang

at 6:02 this evening.

But, I could have sworn-

The sisters depend on the bells
to structure their day.

I'm sorry,
Mother Constance, I am.

And I promise you,
it won't happen again.

Please forgive me.

Sloth is a deadly sin, Sister.

It's not my forgiveness
you need to ask for.

? ?

Sister, remember,
penance is not a chore,

it is an act of worship.

ALA�A:
Huh.

Yeah, that wall is load-bearing,

but once you
rip out the sacristy,

it'll open up the whole space.

ALA�A:
Thank you, guys.

Okay, what about
something like this?

Like... tear down my wall,
watch it all fall,

break apart
my load-bearing heart.

(footsteps departing)

Okay, so not this,
but something like this, like

here is the church,
here is the steeple,

here is your coffin
'cause your games are lethal.

(gasps)

- Oh!
- I'm so sorry I frightened you.

No, it's okay.

Would you mind
if I sat with you?

Sure.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Ala�a.

Oh, I-I know who you are.

I must admit, I was a little
surprised when I heard

that you were going
to purchase our convent.

Well, you know,
we used to have a place

two blocks down from here.

We were there forever,
but, I don't know,

it just burned down.

So, I knew the next place had
to be something really special,

and I used to always
walk past this church,

and I would look up
and I would just feel

- so...
- Insignificant?

Powerful!

(growls playfully)
You know?

I don't know,
it's hard to explain.

Something about this place
is, like,

low-key, like,
really good energy.

It's literally
the perfect place for

my new recording studio.

A recording studio?

Kind of a slay. Right?

It is slay, yes. Yes. Um...

I hope you don't mind
me saying this,

but there seems to be something
heavy weighing on your soul.

Okay, that's so spooky.

Um, how did you know that?

I...

I could just feel it.

Everything I tell you
is, like, confidential, right?

(stammers) Well, uh, that-
you need a priest

to administer
the Sacrament of Reconciliation,

but your secrets
are safe with me.

Okay, okay. So, I have been

with the same producer
for 13 years.

He's the one who took little
Alayna Jacobs from Kansas City

and turned her into
Ala�a Jade, pop phenomenon,

and I will be grateful
to him for, like,

- ever.
- Won't we all.

But I-I think
I'm outgrowing him.

And-and-and I don't know.

What if I don't know how
to be Ala�a Jade without him?

Like, like, what if
I jump and I just... (squeals)

...flop?

Oh. Well, you remind me
of a young nun I once knew.

She was full of doubts when
she first came to this place.

She questioned herself,

her path in life.

She questioned her faith, even.

That young nun was me.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Um, until one day,
I was sweeping the bell tower.

Here, I'll show you.

It's just right...
right up there.

It was an ordinary day,

and I looked out
the western window

and I saw the sky
turn orange and crimson.

And all of a sudden,
the city was just covered

with divine light,

gold and pure.

And I heard Him,

clear as a bell.

And I found my path that day.

And I've never once
strayed from it.

Well, what did he say?

Oh, I keep His secrets,

the same as I keep yours.

But...

I leave the door
to the belfry open

in case any
of the sisters find themselves

at a spiritual crossroad.

And, um, I think
tonight's sunset is at 5:42.

Sharp.

(organ music playing)

? ?

(exhales)

? ?

(bell tolls loudly)

(screams)

- (Ala�a screams)
- (body thuds)

ELSBETH: You okay?
You look a little pale.

I have a thing about nuns.

12 years of Catholic school
will do that to you.

Let's drop it.

So, you know this
Ala�a Jade person?

Oh, yeah, it's hard not to.

They're always playing
that one song in my deli.

It's something like,

? Ba-ba-da-da-da ?

? In your pants,
in your pants. ?

Remind me
not to go to your deli.

I was in the chapel
for evening prayer

when I heard the bell ring,

and then a scream,

and then, you know...

a thud.

This scream,
was it more of a "ahh!"

(imitates thud)

Or "whoa!"

- (imitates thud)
- I guess the second one?

You don't scream like that
if you're planning on jumping.

According to the M.E.,
her injuries are consistent

with a fall, except for
the contusion on her head.

So someone hit her?

Or some thing.

Bell, scream, thud.

(cries)

Oh. Yes, it is. It is.

It's upsetting.

I rang the bell.

Is this my fault?

- Did I kill her?
- Oh, hey, hey.

Please don't cry.

Uh, you ever hear this one?

A cop, a nun and a lawyer
walk into a church.

Or is it a... it's a bar.

Uh, or is it a priest,

a nun and a chicken?

(moans) I'll get it.

You're very kind.

Reverend Mother.

Sister Darby, go to your room
and compose yourself.

I'll check on you
before lights out.

Yes, Mother.

Uh, whoop.

Oh, sorry.

You have a dust bunny.

Oh.

This is why I don't wear black.

It shows everything.

Um, I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.
I'm with the police.

Mother Constance Mary Cabot,

I'm Mother Superior

of The Convent
of Our Lady of Grace and Mercy.

I thought "Elsbeth Tascioni"
was a mouthful.

Uh, maybe you can, um,
you can help me with this.

Why did you have
a pop star in your bell tower?

Well, I suppose
it was her bell tower.

I had just accepted
her generous offer

to purchase our convent.

What did she want
with a convent?

I'm not sure,

but the money would have
done the Church so much good.

She did a walk-through
this afternoon, and she was

very unhappy when I told her
that the bell tower

was strictly off-limits.

It fell into disrepair
years ago, and, uh,

it's remained locked ever since.

Well, it certainly wasn't
locked tonight, was it?

Yep, looks like someone
jammed something in it

to break it open.

Probably didn't take too much.

This door looks like
it's about a hundred years old.

CONSTANCE:
200.

(whispers): Let's see.

Yeah,
one set of prints going up.

She was alone.

It's looking like
a clear-cut accident.

ELSBETH:
Hmm.

But what was here?

Ooh, it's like
a little puzzle game.

Oh, ding, ding, ding.

Found a match.

This sign was moved.

REYNOLDS:
"Danger.

Do not enter."

Why would she ignore
such a big sign?

Well, if a locked door
didn't stop her,

I don't imagine a sign would.

Or maybe she didn't see it.

But if she saw it, why would

Ala�a turn the sign?

(imitates sign scraping)

Um, if I can be of no more use,

I promised Sister Darby I would
visit her before lights out.

She's in a very delicate state.

Good night.

? ?

(bell tolling)

What on earth
possessed that girl

to climb up a 200-year-old
bell tower in the first place?

Well, Captain, here are just a
few of Ala�a Jade's song titles.

(clears throat)
"Snort It."

"Wet Spot."

"Wastedwithu," one word.

"Double Vodka Soda."

"Blackout."

I-I-I get the point. Thank you.

We're still waiting for
the tox report, but my guess is

this was just
a stupid accident, likely

under the influence.

She was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Elsbeth?

You've been awfully quiet.

I'm trying to be better
at waiting my turn.

My turn?

I have doubts.

And why is that?

I saw a sign.

Oh, not that kind of sign.

There was a "do not enter" sign

that was moved out of the way
of the staircase.

Hold, please.

Okay. So,
if Ala�a moved the sign,

why would she
go through the effort

of turning it to face the wall?

Watch. I'm Ala�a,

they're the staircase,
the sign's the sign. Okay?

There's the easy way to do it.

(imitates sliding on floor)
Right?

Or the unnecessarily...

(groans) ...difficult way.

And, if Ala�a broke the lock,
what did she use?

She only had her phone on her.

And what about the cell phone?

Anything that might
fill in some gaps?

One thing. The last text
she sent was to her producer,

Shane Sills.

"Need to talk. V important."

Not one of those words
was spelled correctly.

And, uh, get this.

Hashtag "BurnInHellShaneSills"

is trending worldwide.

The entire Internet
is blaming him for her death.

Well, either him or God.

Well, we can't interrogate God,

so let's see if we can
talk to that producer,

see what he knows about
Ala�a Jade's final moments.

And Elsbeth?

See if you can figure out
what was going through

Ala�a Jade's head
before she went up that tower.

I think Teddy might be a fan.

Maybe he knows something.

And yes,
it was sexual and garish,

but in a self-referential
and ironic sort of way.

It was commentary
on the commodification

- of girlhood.
- It was her top-selling album.

And how many albums
did she have?

- BOTH: Seven.
- Okay.

Seven studio albums,

six sold-out tours,

and nearly
40 million albums sold.

What a busy beaver.

Yeah, but the person
who profited the most

was always Shane.
He owned her.

Her fans, called her "Gems,"
hate him.

They think he led her
down a bad path.

ROY: Fights with the paparazzi,
the cheating scandal,

that wardrobe malfunction
at the tree lighting ceremony.

- Mm-hmm.
- There have been rumors

for months that
she was dropping his label.

How did someone
as prolific as Ala�a

have time to burn out

like this?
She was front-page news

every other week.

Speaking of, I didn't
want to say anything

until it was official, and it's
not "official" official yet-

Teddy's getting
his first byline.

Wait, what? Teddy!

That's amazing.

What's the story?

Uh, it's about Alec Bloom,
sort of. In his stump speech,

he mentions
this MTA employee named Pete

who used to share
sandwiches with him

when he was living on the street
as a kid.

I thought, you know,
there's a story.

A city employee who fed the
future mayor of New York? Hello.

It practically writes itself.

Yeah. I wish it would.

My editor
wants it by end of week,

and I still
have to find the guy.

Oh, okay.
Well, we know his first name.

We know his job,
we know he likes sandwiches.

Uh, yeah. Well, I-I combed
through the member rosters

of the New York
Transit Workers Union

from 1987 to 1994
and I found 68 Peters,

and I've already called
Peters A. through E.

That's my boy.

(siren whoops)

Is this gonna take much longer?

I've got
a dinner reservation at Vive.

Well, we're just trying

to understand Ala�a's headspace

at the time of the accident,

and you knew her
better than anybody else.

And yet,
you don't seem particularly

broken up by her death.

I'm not sad. I'm pissed.

Do you have any idea
how much harder

it's gonna be
to finish the album now?

Uh... I imagine... a lot?

Thankfully, not impossible.

See, I own "Ala�a Jade,"
so to speak.

Her masters, her image,
the whole shebang.

But you're missing the pop star.

Mm, not really.

See, I have access to her cloud,

which gives me access
to every lyric

that ever popped into her head,

every rough demo,
and enough raw voice notes

for at least two more albums.

If she so much as sang
in the shower, I own it.

That makes me feel yucky.

She accomplished quite a lot
in her short life.

How did she find the time
to become such a... handful?

- You talking about the bender?
- Mm.

I planted those stories
to give her some edge.

No one wants a boring pop star.

Ala�a kept a crazy schedule.

In reality,
she lived like a, uh...

A nun?

Sure.

Oh, speaking of nuns,

I guess this means the nuns
get to keep their home now.

Oh, no, not a chance.

That's prime
Manhattan real estate.

I've already been
in touch with the archdiocese.

If we hurry up,
we should be able to have

an Ala�a Jade hologram concert
ready in time for Easter.

She is risen.

Oh, Sister Frances.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry to drop in like this.

I didn't get a chance
to thank you for your kindness

to Sister Darby last night.

A small token of our thanks.

Oh.

And I hoped to entice you

to join us for our food drive

this weekend.

It'll be our last before we go.

Oh, I would love to join.

Thank you. Aw, this is...

so kind of you, Sister.

Ooh. Honey.

- How sweet of you.
- The sisters used to keep

hives in our courtyard
before the colony collapsed.

Maybe these feelings are about

the collapse
of a different colony?

The news has been
very hard on the sisters.

Well, from how
Mother Constance spoke of it,

the sale sounded
like a good thing.

She approved of it herself.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mother Constance wanted nothing
to do with the sale.

I have never seen her
that angry in my life.

Elsbeth...

can I make a confession?

Do you maybe
want a lawyer first?

During prayers,

I asked God to do something,
anything,

to stop the sale of the convent.

And He must have heard me,
because

when the clock struck 6:00,

my prayers were answered.

And I feel so guilty.

Oh, Sister.

You can't blame yourself
for having hope.

Right? Uh, here.

Wait. You said 6:00.

Don't the bells ring
after evening prayers end?

That's right. At 6:00.

Unless Sister Darby
is late again.

Bless you, Sister.

Oh, it wasn't wrong place,
wrong time.

The wrong time
was the wrong time.

Is this some kind of riddle?

The bells were supposed to ring
at 6:00 sharp,

but the 911 call
came in at 5:45.

- Elsbeth-
- Do you want to guess the odds

of going up a tower the one time
the bells rang at the wrong time

in over 200 years?
This was no accident.

Elsbeth, we have a confession.

Meet Stanley Culpepper.

Ala�a Jade's alleged killer.

Who the heck is that?

What's not working for you?
We have footage of him

standing outside her apartment
and the convent.

His pocket knife
is the perfect size

for breaking the lock
on the belfry.

His phone has 32 gigs of photos

of Ala�a around the city.

Oh, and let's not forget,
he confessed.

He's lying.

Let me try something.

Hi, Stan.

Can you remind me,

why did you kill Ala�a Jade?

I didn't like her.

Between us, I didn't
care for her either.

She was always so fake.
You know what I mean?

Did you know her real name?
Alyssa Jergland.

From St. Louis.

And I never really
got her music, either.

It was always so simple.

Shallow.
If I have to hear that song

- "Dry Patch" one more time.
- (slams table)

It's "Wet Spot."
The song is called "Wet Spot."

And she was
Alayna Jacobs from Kansas City,

not Alyssa Jergins
from St. Louis!

Do your research, people.

For God's sakes,
the woman was a genius.

He's not a killer.

He's a Gem.

A fan with no place
to put his love.

The, uh, Ala�a Jade phone case
was my first clue.

I just wanted to be
part of her story.

You were willing to go to prison
just to feel closer to her?

I still would.

Do you know why Ala�a
went up into the bell tower?

No, but...

maybe the woman
in the black dress knows.

I took pictures.

Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Peter...

Hannigan?

HANNIGAN: I'm not interested
in buying anything.

No, Mr. Hannigan,
I'm a researcher

for The New York View.

I was hoping to ask you
a few questions

about your time
working for the MTA?

Oh. Okay.

I know this is a long shot,
but do you happen to remember

ever meeting a young boy-
probably around 12-

sleeping in the East Broadway
station?

This would have been
around 1990, give or take.

Um, and if so,
did you feed him sandwiches?

Yes, yes! Of course!

In the East Broadway station.

Oh, my God. Um, I'm sorry.

I mean, um, I'm so happy to have
found you, Mr. Hannigan.

I don't care
that it's load-bearing!

It's ugly. Figure it out.

Mother- Mother,
how can I help you?

Well, I guess I should
commend you on your bravery,

going through with the purchase
after what's happened.

Well, I'm not exactly afraid
of being smited.

Oh, it isn't God that
you should be worried about.

No. Actually, millions believe

that God rightfully
struck Ala�a down.

But millions of her fans believe

that you had a hand
in her death.

And by going through
with the purchase,

it's like you're putting
a target on your back

that'll walk around with you
for the rest of your life.

(screams)

Hi.

That's you, right?

'Cause if you zoom in
really close,

you can see a little dust bunny.

I repeat, she asked to see
the bell tower,

I told her it was off-limits.

Right. You mentioned that
she was unhappy about that.

But she doesn't look
very unhappy here.

It's the camera angle.

Oh.

Do you believe in God,
Ms. Tascioni?

Oh.

Uh...

I guess I don't know.

I really want to.

I encourage the sisters
to ask questions.

Doubts strengthen faith.

They're very lucky to have such
a wise Mother Superior.

Mother Superior is a title
I don't wear lightly.

I am an authority figure, yes,
but also a spiritual guide,

a protector, and most of all,
a parent.

Ooh. That's a lot of hats
for one person to wear.

And trust me, I know hats.

- (chuckles)
- As I was saying,

the sisters often come to me
at a crossroads.

And it's my duty to point them
to the right path,

as it was done for me.

Well, you seem very good
at that.

Which reminds me, would you mind
pointing me to Sister Darby?

I don't believe it.

We watch Father Crime
every single week

and you know Father Garvey?

Oh, he's so dreamy.

He's... less interesting
in person.

You really don't
have to help me.

But many hands make light work.

And I'm having a lovely time.

I do have another question, though.

Do you like wearing the same
thing every day? Because me?

I'll sometimes do four or five
outfits in an afternoon.

My habit is my wedding dress.

How lucky am I that I get
to wear it every day?

Oh, that is so special.

Wow.

I wish I could wear
my wedding dress every day.

Uh, the marriage?
Not so great.

But the dress?

But sometimes I worry I'm
not very good at being a nun.

What? What-what makes you
say that?

I keep messing things up.
The gardening, the bells...

It's why I'm
on dishwashing duty.

I dropped four dishes yesterday.

So you're not perfect.
No one expects you to be.

- Not even God.
- Mother Constance does.

Especially when it comes
to the bells.

The sisters live by the bells.

Sister Darby,
the night Ala�a died,

the 6:00 p.m. evening prayer
bells rang at the wrong time.

According to the
security footage

from the building
across the street,

the bells rang at 6:00 a.m.,

noon, and 5:42 p.m.

That's not possible.
I double-checked my watch.

Triple-checked.

I took it off while I was
washing the dishes,

- to keep it dry.
- Was there anyone else

in here with you
while you were washing up?

DARBY: The sisters
brought me their dishes.

Mother Constance
watched over me.

I don't think-

If the bells are off
by so much as 30 seconds,

Mother Constance scolds me.

I imagine 18 whole minutes
would get me excommunicated.

And yet,
she never said anything.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been three days
since my last confession.

I have committed a mortal sin.

No sin is greater
than God's mercy.

I... may have encouraged
that young woman

to climb the bell tower.

I'm afraid that if the police

were to continue
their investigation,

what they might uncover

could do irreparable harm
to the Church,

and to your chances
of becoming bishop.

I'm sorry, Captain,
but your officers-

and whatever this woman is-

won't be welcome again
without a warrant.

You said it yourselves,
this was a clear-cut accident.

Monsignor Frank, we are simply
trying to rule out

the possibility of foul play.

By dropping in to do the dishes?

The sisters choose
to live their lives

in quiet contemplation
and prayer.

Not on Sesame Street.

They've suffered enough
these past few days,

and this unnecessary
police presence

has become
an upsetting distraction.

I really didn't mean
to be a distraction.

It just sort of happens.

There are questions about this
case that are still unanswered.

Then get a warrant.
Good luck convincing a judge

that a flipped "Danger" sign
is probable cause.

Oh, and know that the Church's

very experienced lawyers
are standing by.

Good day.

I haven't been scolded
by a priest

since I was 16,
cutting geometry.

You've been upsetting the nuns?

I've been upsetting
one nun in particular.

Well, we're not welcome.
So, we better figure out

a new way to
get thee to that nunnery.

Hmm.

- Ladies, good morning.
- Ding-dong.

Look who I brought.

We're here for the community
food drive.

Please, come in, come in.

What's the hardest part
of playing a priest on TV?

Probably all the push-ups.

(laughter)

Ms. Tascioni.

I am surprised to see you here,

since you were specifically told
you were no longer welcome.

Right. Um, Sister Frances
invited me to volunteer.

I wanted to help.

You think I'm stupid enough
to believe that?

No, no, no, no.

Really, I'm just...

I'm trying to do something good.

And how is distracting the
sisters with carnal temptation

doing anyone any good?

(cart rattling)

We could use a few more hands
out there

to help unload the trucks.

Two more just showed up!

Trucks?

Everybody, Jack put out
a call for donations,

and it is amazing
what a celebrity guest

will do for turnout!

JACK:
Really, no need to thank me.

I try to be selfless.

What can I say? I'm method.

You may stay. Please don't
make me regret this.

At least tuck the shirt in.

Marissa, I told you.
This isn't a campaign photo op.

Of course it isn't.

Because churches are a 501(c)(3)
and can't endorse candidates.

Alec! You came! Whoa.
And you too, Marissa.

Well, no New Yorker
should be going hungry.

- Oh, let me get that.
- Oh.

Thank you.

Why don't you head over
to Sister Anne,

and she'll get you settled in.

And remember,
lift with your legs.

- Yeah.
- FRANCES: Oh, Elsbeth!

We can't thank you enough.

Oh, of course.

But I think I upset
Mother Constance by being here.

I feel a little guilty.

You've just described
my whole life.

She means well, but she wasn't
always like this.

Really? How so?

Between us, she had quite
the rebellious spirit

back in the day.

Our old Superior,

Mother Mary Phyllis,

was so harsh on her

that she found some secret spot
to escape her watchful eye.

? ?

This secret spot...

? ?

(wood creaking)

(hollow tapping)

- (Constance clears throat)
- (yelps) Oh!

You shouldn't sneak up
on people like that.

Haven't you seen Vertigo?

What are you searching for?

Oh. Uh, well,

I guess I've been searching
for a sense of purpose.

To know that I'm making
a positive difference

- in the world-
- In my belfry.

What are you searching for
in my belfry?

Ah. Right. Sorry.

I believe that, uh...

...this stuff belongs to you.

That belonged to a girl
I no longer recognize.

A lifetime ago, I used
to come up here to hide-

from my penance,
from my Mother Superior.

Of course she caught me.

And she charged me
with cleaning the belfry.

That's when I heard the call.

I stood here,
at this very window.

And that's when I saw-
the sky opened, and I saw it.

God's divine light,

gold and pure.

He showed me my path that day.

To lead and protect the sisters
of Our Lady of Grace and Mercy.

I don't need divine light,

but I am searching for answers.

Try as I might...

...I can't understand what
made Ala�a come up here.

God, in His infinite wisdom,

He gave us free will.

I don't question
how others use it.

But Ala�a didn't have free will.

She signed a deal with the devil
at 14 and gave it away.

She wasn't the type of person
to disobey.

She wasn't like you.

So why did she come up here
exactly when she did?

Perhaps we'll never know.

If only she were here herself
to tell us.

Leave my convent.

Now.

Why won't you just admit
that you feel something?

Alec is smart, he's kind,

- he's hot.
- He's hot.

Alec is great. He really is.

But I just don't see it.
He's a friend.

A friend who takes time
off the campaign trail

to help you lift boxes
at a church? Sure.

(phone chimes)

Uh, "Listen to 'Resurrection,'

the latest single
by Ala�a Jade."

What the hell is this?

Shane said he had enough
raw recordings

to make two albums.
Boy, he didn't waste any time.

I can't stomach this.
Anyone need a drink?

? I lose myself in your allure ?

This feels wrong.

- ? Divine light... ?
- Wait, go back.

(music stops, restarts)

? Divine light... ?

(gasps)
Did you hear that?

What? Hear what?

(sighs)

I know why Ala�a Jade
went up that bell tower.

My dear sisters, our time
together is coming to an end,

but I won't rest
until each of you

are settled in your new home.

(doors open)

? ?

Detective, I thought
I made myself clear.

You and your officers

are no longer welcome here
without a search warrant.

Sorry, Father,
we don't have a search warrant.

But we do have
an arrest warrant.

On what grounds?

Forgive me, Mother,
but you have sinned.

A lot.

For example...

Thou shalt not
bear false witness.

When you said you accepted
Ala�a's offer

for the good of the Church.

But according to Sister Frances,

you rejected that offer,

only to have the archdiocese
go over your head.

Thou shalt not steal.

And yet, you put Sister Darby
on dishwashing duty

so you could swipe her watch
and change the time.

Why would I do that?

ELSBETH: Because you knew
you could get Ala�a Jade

to stand at the western window
of that bell tower

at the exact time that
she would ring the bells.

Which brings us to...

Thou shalt not kill.

Ms. Tascioni,
I am a woman of faith,

but even I understand
the burden of proof.

What was it you said?

"If only Ala�a were here
to tell us herself."

("Resurrection" playing)

? I lose myself in your allure ?

? Divine light, gold and pure ?

"Divine light, gold and pure."

Ooh, that sounds familiar.

Isn't that how
you described the sunset

which made you dedicate
your life to God

and to this convent?

This is preposterous.

The woman is dead.
Even if the Reverend Mother

had spoken to her
about the bell tower,

how could she have
recorded this?

ALA�A: No, no, no.
This is it. This is the one.

"I lose myself in your allure,

your divine light,
gold and pure."

Shane Sills had access
to Ala�a's cloud.

That voice note
was recorded at 5:28 p.m.,

14 minutes before
she climbed the bell tower.

At 5:42 p.m.,
the exact time of the sunset.

You knew you could inspire Ala�a
Jade to go up that bell tower

with the promise of salvation.

And you used Sister Darby
to smite her yourself.

And all because you couldn't
bear to see your home

turned into a recording studio.

Mother Constance. Is this true?

No.

Then swear to God.

Swear a solemn oath in truth,
in justice, and in judgment.

I can't.

Can you please forgive me?

It's not our forgiveness
you need to ask for, Mother.

Constance Mary Cabot,

you are under arrest
for the murder of Ala�a Jade.

I just wanted to save our home.

I'm so sorry I wasn't able
to do that.

Oh, don't worry.

I did. Sort of.

It turns out,
our very successful food drive

got a lot of press,
and also the attention

of the Landmarks
Preservation Commission.

By law, not only must
the convent not be demolished,

but it must be fully restored
to its former glory.

- (gasping)
- It's a miracle!

The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

(bell tolling)

Thank you, Elsbeth.

For giving our convent
a second life.

Well, it's in good hands,
Mother Frances.

Besides, it was all Alec.

ALEC:
It was all you.

I made the calls
because you asked.

This was all you.

MARISSA:
It was a lot of me, too.

But it's fine.
Optically speaking,

it's a big, fat jackpot
for all of us.

Hey, guys? This is...

I'd recognize that face
anywhere.

It's good to see you again,
Mr. Hannigan.

You haven't changed.

And I don't recognize you
at all.

- (laughter)
- It's been a while, yes.

We'll have to catch up.

- Properly.
- FRANCES: Now, come, come.

It's time for our group photo.

Oh, I don't think
I should be in...

Get in the photo, Elsbeth!

(chuckles)
Okay.

Thank you again for doing this,
Mr. Hannigan.

It means a lot to Alec.

Who?

Uh, Alec Bloom?
The mayoral candidate?

What happened to Koch?

Mr. Hannigan, Alec Bloom
is the boy from your story,

remember?

Oh, yeah.
Of course I remember.

Yeah.

I took him to the Grand Canyon.

Mr. Hannigan, you...

you do remember helping a boy

who slept in
the East Broadway station

in the winter of 1989, right?

Uh, Mr. Hannigan?
We're waiting on you.

(sighs) Yeah.

MARISSA:
Okay, everybody, big smiles!

I want to see happy nuns!

- How's my wimple?
- It's good.

ROY:
Look at your mom.

Tell me she isn't
falling for Alec Bloom.

- (laughing)
- (cameras clicking)

? Cr-cr-cr-crucify me,
you can vilify me ?

? You can nail me to the cross ?

? I spit your gospel out ?

? And fill you full of doubt ?

? I'm the chaos you can't stop ?

? You can't stop. ?

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