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500 years enduring perennial.

This be the time of our quincentennial.

Husband, wife, son and daughter, pray
silent

for the story of this great slaughter.

No, no, no, Dottie.

Music needs to flow around my words like
a river.

Dottie, do remember, your cue is the
Reverend Mother symbolically handing

the key.

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

No, fear not, Miss Dimble. That will be
near impossible.

So the sisters wanted to be involved.

The 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

of St. Vincent's being sold off.

Apologies, Lord Sedgwick. No, you're
right.

Their courage and enthusiasm is
inspiring.

If I... Inspector, Mr Panatha here
apparently has

a model of the proposed development
which will need to be brought on stage

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?

Well, don't get excited, Sam. Things are
wonderful with Kingsley.

I'm working.

A story on how the St. Vincent's
development could be rolled out

I'll explain everything in my speech
tomorrow.

Tomorrow is about great slaughter, Mr.
Panasar, not world domination.

Lynn Goodwin, as our town's council
leader, I shall be doing the unveiling.

I give you Lord Adam Sedgwick Towers.

Oh, my.

Yes, I thought 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.

That's right.

I'll be enjoying a hernia.

Your reward should be in heaven,
sisters.

One briefcase bomb.

I remember that one. Thought I was a
goner.

One ritual dagger.

And one brassiere.

Are you blushing, Sam?

That was a lethal murder weapon.

Oh, we had some fun, didn't we?

Our little family's breaking up.

There, there, Peggy.

To everything there is a season.

The time to laugh.

The time to... Shout.

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 sight measurements.

All right, we're all emotional. This is
hard for every one of us.

Oh, Lord Matthew Sedgwick, upon whose
land we stand, the fact that I oppose

frankincense monster of a development is
irrelevant.

Oh, you.

Horrible old battleaxe!

What on earth is going on?

This is a place of prayer, not a
washerwoman'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

document this glorious ancient chapel
before it is butchered. Yes, and I try

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.

I boarded at a convent school.

Life was a living hell.

Hated nuns ever since, no offense.

Nun taken.

Yes.

We'll talk at dinner.

Yes, sister?

Boniface, I've read all your papers.

Egypt, Machu Picchu, Ephesus. Just
extraordinary.

If you'll forgive, you are one of the
reasons I felt called to the sisterhood,

just to know that you're a sister here
yourself.

All right, all right. That's enough
bootlicking.

If you must know, I've admired your work
from afar, too.

Your forensic deductions, your eye for
detail.

Golly. Well, um, 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.

Another just like that?

It's lovely.

Religious.

Oh.

You have a journalist's eye, Ruth Penny.

Seek 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?

Yes, thank you.

Good Lord.

No, no.

Just his helper wrestling this tiny
batch of forensic records.

Well, lucky you found a good Samaritan.

Lord Sedgwick, 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.

Loved St Vincent's so dearly.

I just wish there was another way.

Sister Peter, please, run. Sister Peter,
please.

What is it?

This is Sister Helena's writing.

Return post haste, vitally important.

I can drive.

Oh, yes.

Goodness.

There's no two ways about it.

She's really, truly dead.

What in the name of all the things
happened?

Blunt force bopped 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, what are these flags that are on
her habits?

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, don't.

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 secello, in conspectu.

Latin. In the chapel, in plain sight.

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

Her camera might contain a clue.

If we can still use your darkroom.

Expose the lead.

Yes.

Ingenious idea, Peggy.

Let's get this all to the lab.

One last time.

The chapel was out of bounds because of
the model. For everyone aside from the

nun, Sister Helena, and you two.

You think one of us did this?

What, 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 quintennial?
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 could 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!

What on

earth is this?

Sister? Sister?

What is it? A fingerprint?

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.

An indentation containing form and
detail, hitherto invisible to the human

Deduction, it was made as the killer
gripped the candlestick holder to

the fatal blow.

So it was something that they wore.

Presumably on their wrist.

Precisely. Find that object and I'll
catch our candlestick killer wax

Ruth may have something.

That was quick.

Well, Norman was already putting
together materials on Lynn and Ronnie.

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 a local Catholic school called St.

Peter's. Sister's success at 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.

Well, 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 Highlawn?

It's too late for lies, Lynne.

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

I felt this urge.

When I did, it was so odd.

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.

But days, I did hear raised voices.

But I couldn't tell you who.

The War of Roses did good times bring.

There was Henry VII, our new Tudor king.

And a theatre and a poetry to prick a
tear.

Courtesy of our bard, Mr. William.

Shakespeare.

Doctor, sorry.

Not at all, Your Highness.

It's terribly heavy.

For goodness sake, could you just keep
going?

Am I still sparkle -like? Of course
you're still dead, Tom. You've got an

through your head.

Sister Peter, could you please stop
wielding that broadsword?

Well, 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.

But what?

We shall see.

It is time for the sisters to pass on.

Perhaps we should leave this bit for
tomorrow.

Sister, Lynn Goodwin's bracelet.

We found. No one witnessed her walking
outside yesterday.

But we've still no idea who the raised
voices belong to.

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

Guramukhi's script.

Possibly Sikh.

That could make sense. We found
something in the convent records.

Remember how Ronnie 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 Randex Panesar.

Excellent work, Button.

Right. I'm going to go and talk to
Ronnie.

Inspector, given that I remember the
specifics of the case, it might be wise

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
Eleanor.

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?

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 dad told me. You cut us off.

Sister Helena brought your mother to St.
Vincent's because she had been

hospitalized.

Hospitalized? 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

India. She said she was up north, that
she wouldn't speak to us.

I 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 until now.

Then what was the argument about?

I think 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.

This inscription.

St. Vincent's convent. Doors always open
to those in need.

Here there is goodness. Here there is
goodness.

In plain sight.

Can the ransacking of this house Hell,
old 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?

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 there?

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. Lim would lose her entire

and Ronnie his investments.

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?

I feel like 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 tale to go through.

Miss 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 your argument with Mr.

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 went to smooth things over.

Miss Goodwin and Mr Panathar 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

villain or become the earl who brought
down his family.

I knew your father.

In his last correspondence to me, he
told me he'd made provision to avoid

And I know that the Sedgwick family
estate was in fine fettle until your

died. It took one Lord Matthew Sedgwick
to bring us all to this.

Is this true?

My father was no J .P. Morgan, but he
was a man of faith and he balanced his

books.

I can claim neither.

I, uh... 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.

Hi.

You don't have to eat your dinner off
it.

Yes, 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 he was young, me and Alfie learnt a
lesson.

It'd be un -tough.

You feel tough.

So I'm trying.

Right now, I don't feel too tough today.

Morning, Reverend Muller.

You've met our solicitors.

It brings little pleasure to confirm we
exchanged contracts at midday.

Directly after speeches.

I just wanted to...

Thank you for what you did for my
mother.

And I suppose I wondered... Her address?

Sister? Yes, Lord?

Oh, no, sorry.

Oh, gosh, what a day's off.

I was just attempting to replicate 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 every unsolved cloud
has a silver lining. Yes, the only

problem is they want it for tomorrow and
they've already sent the courier to

collect the prints.

I don't suppose your darkroom's still
operational?

One final hurrah for the hydroquinone.

Why not? Oh, you're a godsend.

Right, I'd better be going.

Sit again.

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've let us down.

There's one thing that's certain.

You could never do that.

We're family.

The thing about family is that even when
you're far apart,

you're together.

The Lord has a plan.

I can't say.

It's like a grenade went off. This was
Sister Helena's room.

Yeah, we've 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 showtime.

A touch of the stage right, perhaps.

Such a simple thing.

Hand it over.

Hand it over.

Today I wanted to show people.

My sisters can go from strength to
strength.

But now I'm here, and it's now.

I know as well as

anyone, life can take things from us.

Things we'll miss every day.

But...

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.

the time of our quintennial.

They're the cooks, aren't they? I fear
I'll be here any minute.

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

We'll just have to have them bought off
the press, so to speak.

Oh, the front page.

I think we have a new headline.

Ruth, what is this? It's the coat of
arms on the model.

And there it is.

Of course.

It all makes total sense. Well, there
what is?

I need to go.

This instant.

Now the first Lord Sedgwick acquired
some

land. The hallowed soil upon which we
stand.

And with spade and shovel and saw and
pick.

Sedgwick Manor rose brick by brick.

And after starting his lineage of
Sedgwick infants, they built

on the edge of their land St.

Vincent's.

At first, an abbey of monks and misters,
it became a

convent of nuns.

A fledgling town that grew into a place
of great renown. And 500

years of habitation saw a post office, a
tea shop, a

fine police station.

And under the steadfast Hedwig wing,
great slaughter began.

To sun, the key to each and every one.
And today, these

are exciting new chapters start with St.
Vincent still at this town's very

heart.

No longer a convent.

But what?

We shall see.

For it's time.

Wow. Well, 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 Sedgwick Towers.

Oh, look at that. That's a beautiful
nose.

Heavens above.

What a hideous carbuncle.

It looks like a spaceship.

Does it fly?

Adam Sedgwick 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.

Impressive.

Isn't it?

Using your car to arrive at the police
station before Sister Peter when she

bought me the note made it seem almost
impossible that you could have committed

the murder even though you did.

Are you out of your mind?

Apartments are generous, modern, and
aspirational. When you placed that

behind the plaque, you had no idea it
contained something to save St. Vincent.

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.

It took one Lord Matthew Sedgwick 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.

you failed to spot his code to me in his
final correspondence.

Find proof.

Insacelo inconspectu.

And find it, I have.

What have you found?

Where is it?

Tell me!

It's a cello inconspectu.

It's a bluff.

There's nothing to find.

Then why did you ransack her room this
morning?

You have no proof.

You're going to shame me to stop me
leaving my mark.

No, 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 were 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!

Get away from me. Stop, Lord Cedric.
Lord Cedric, you wish to 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
outfit.

You're a stain on this town, you hear
me?

Beggars squatting on my lap!

Oh, Cedric, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Sister

do not have to say anything unless you
wish to do so, but what you say may be

given inevitably.

Oh, yeah.

Give yourselves a big hand.

Like it makes a difference.

The sale will go through, regardless.

It's true, isn't it?

Won't change a ruddy thing.

I don't think we can stop them
exchanging contracts, so they'll take

in...

Five minutes.

Yes.

Shall we?

Reverend Mother?

Of course.

Incicello.

Inconspectio.

She left me the same message. But what
was she trying to tell me?

In the chapel in plain sight.

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...

Mother!

Land thieves.

Which sister Helen have found
transferring ownership of St. Vincent's

the Catholic Diocese and its sisters?

Signed by Adam Sedgwick, Earl of Great
Slaughter.

It belongs to us.

Yes.

St. Vincent belongs to us! Hallelujah!

It's a brilliant miracle!

Hallelujah!

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. Front page exclusive.

Holy Homicide by Ruth Bennet.

Congratulations. Are you going to be
going back to writing full -time, love?

Kingsley would miss me too much.

Alas, Jamaica, I'm afraid.

Did 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

and partner with a certain developer.

If they were.

But, uh, Helena, how?

That's it, sisters.

Work those wimples. Straight to the
laboratory.

Sure.

You intend to carry on this forensic
business, then?

Well, 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.

Well, thank you, Reverend Mother.

Oh, and, um, if you tell anyone I said
that, it's 10 ,000 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.

Oh, that's so true.

Go on, son.

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

their home.

The town keeps its heart, and the family
of Great Slaughter Police keep their

much -loved sister.

So criminals, beware!